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Dream Come True

A/N: Here it is guys. An update to Once In A Lifetime!!! Please read that first or this will make no sense to you. I even linked it to make it easier, lol. I just couldn’t seem to let these three go so I wrote more.......AND a part 3 could be possible, if the reactions and feedback to this are favorable.

Summary: Six years after a chance encounter in her place of employment led Y/N to meet two of her favorite celebrities and they began a polygamous relationship. Let’s look in and see how their lives are going, shall we?

W/C: 9,941

Y/N: Your Name; Y/E/E: Your employment establishment

Warnings: smut, fluff, a tad bit more angst than last time, p in v, fingering, v on v, oral (both giving and receiving), dirty talk

Five years. 60 months. 1,825 days. Too many minutes and seconds to count. But still, it seems like time has flown by but yet crawled.

Five years ago, I was living in a small one bedroom apartment, driving a car that even on the good days was capricious and fickle, working a dead end job as a waitress in a no name restaurant in Austin, Texas.

60 months (and a few days) my fruitless, lackluster life changed when two of the best looking people walked in and were seated in my section. After schooling my internal fangirl and doing my job, I was left with a substantial tip and a note on the table that would change my life forever.

Jared and Genevieve Padalecki,and their children, took me into their home, their lives and their hearts and never looked back. And life has been wonderful since!

Jared, Gen and I are a team as we navigate parenting our four children. Tom is now 14 years old and preparing for his first year of high school; Shep is almost 13 and takes after his dad in the pranking department; Odette is 9 and is a beauty just like her mother; Delaney is 3 years old and a total diva!

If she grew up to take in her parents' footsteps and become an actress, she will have no problems at all! Day-day, as we all call her, knows how to push buttons and turn on the charm to get her way.

A few months after Day-day was born, an era for Jared ended. After 15 years, he no longer had to film Supernatural, the show that brought him popularity and fame….and his wife.

With the finale of that chapter, life switched from Jared being gone to another country for weeks at a time to him being home every day. But aside from allowing Jared to work closer to home and be with us, it took away the close bond he had created with Jensen.

Jared had signed on to star in and produce the modern adaptation of Walker before Supernatural’s finale had aired and had hoped to bring Jensen on as director of some episodes and maybe a guest appearance or two, but when the pandemic hit the world and everyone was advised to isolate and quarantine in their own homes, those aspirations went down the drain.

I was the first to notice the distance between the Padalecki’s and Ackles’. I had been on the receiving end of some very condemning and reproachable looks from the Ackles’ matriarch but hadn’t paid much attention to it. To each their own, though. She never did seem to get used to the idea of Jared and Gen and me. She would make judgemental assertions toward me when my lovers were nowhere near to overhear.

But when I began to notice the lack of interest in keeping the friendship going from Jensen, I knew she had gotten to him. And when Jensen kept putting off coming to direct Jared and Gen on Walker it threw up warning signs. Then when the Ackles announced their plans for a prequel to Supernatural without even as much as mentioning it to Jared, that just solidified my fears. Their friendship was severed.

I comforted and soothed my lovers as they mourned the demise of it all. Soon after, they put their all into working to make Walker the next big thing on The CW and our lives went on.

After surviving not only the pandemic but the almost two year quarantine that it induced, we learned how to navigate the “new normal”, something none of us had ever had to face.

Once the vaccine for the virus was administered, the world could finally breathe again. Protocols and practices were established and obeyed and we could once again gather with those loved ones that we didn’t live with.

Jared and Jensen’s brotherhood was also re-established and it went back to the way it used to be, like nothing had ever happened. Now, the five of us often get together and hang out while the kids play.

Danneel also changed, for the better. She finally accepted me into the fray, apparently. She is friendly and welcoming to my daughter and I. She even calls herself Aunt D to Delaney. Finally, after five years, life is great again!

Or so I thought.

“Mommy,” Day-day asks one night as I am bathing her. “Are you and my daddy in love?”

I smile down at my daughter, the apple of my eye, my pride and joy. “Yes, baby. Your daddy and I are very much in love. And that love created you, my sweet child.”

“Brandon at school says that when mommies and daddies are in love, they get married. Are you and daddy married?”

I am shocked at her inquiry. Not that it isn’t warranted, I just hadn’t expected such a question. How do you explain to a five-year-old that even though we love one another, her father is married to someone else. The same someone that I love also.

“No baby,” I say as I rinse her light chestnut hair. “Daddy is married to Momma G, you know that.”

“Are you and Momma G married?”

I huff a laugh at her question. “No baby. Momma G is married to daddy. Daddy and Momma G are married and your brothers and sister are a product of their love. But they also love me and with that love we created you. We all love you and your siblings equally.”

“But…” she begins and I cut her off.

“Baby, don’t you worry your pretty little head about adult stuff okay? Mommy and Daddy love each other and we love you too. And Momma G loves you. Your brothers and sister love you. We live in a house full of love, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

Once she is bathed and dried off, I help her into her gown and we walk down the hall to her bedroom. Jared is there waiting to read her a bedtime story so I hand our daughter over and head to our bedroom to begin my own nightly routine.

Genevieve is slathering face cream on as I walk into the ensuite. She looks at me through the mirror and smiles.

“So,” she begins as I pull my hair back and up into a bun. “I just happened to overhear your and Day-day’s conversation during her bath.”

I sigh. “It’s so hard to explain it to her so that she understands. We have a very unconventional family.”

“Hey, hey! Back it up,” Gen says as she twists the cap on the toothpaste. “It might be unusual and bizarre and a bit eccentric but unconventional? There is nothing unconventional about any of us. Our relationship might be uncommon and unique but unconventional? No.”

“How do we explain to a child that her mommy and daddy love her and love each other but there is also daddy’s wife in the mix?” I ask as I start blotting my face with cream. “Daddy’s wife that we both love and adore and would be nothing without?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says with a smile before popping her toothbrush in her mouth.

It is silent as she continues brushing her teeth and I massage the lotion onto my face. “I love what we have. I never in a million years dreamed that I would meet either one of you, much less be in a long-term relationship with both of you. It’s just so hard to describe it to a kid.”

Gen finishes brushing her teeth and turns to lean against the countertop. “You did though. Perfectly, I might add. But,” she pauses as she looks away and then back to me, “I think I know of a way that the next time the subject comes up, you can answer her honestly.”

“What are you talking about, Gen? I can’t be married to Jared. He kind of already has a wife. A hot, sexy as fuck, charming wife.”

"Like I said flattery will get you everywhere,” she says with a laugh. “But seriously, I have an idea.”

“What is it?” I ask as she pushes off the counter and walks toward the door. “Genevieve Padalecki, don’t leave me hanging!”

Her laughter dies out as she leaves the room. I shake my head and chuckle at her antics as I squeeze paste onto my toothbrush and finish getting ready for bed.

I turn the wheel into the entrance of FBBC with a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach.

“Mommy, what's that say?" Delaney asks, pointing at the large sign beside the driveway.

"Closed for private event," I answer her.

"Cwosed? I thought I was going to play with JJ and the twins!" Delaney whined.

"You are, baby girl," I soothe. "They're gonna be here because their parents are. But first you have to do your very special, very important job, okay?"

Looking through the rear view mirror at my daughter, I see the little girl's face light up.

"Yea!" Delaney answers enthusiastically, dancing in her seat. "I get to wear a pretty dress and walk with Odie."

Pulling up to the brewery, I shift the car into park. The only other vehicles in the lot are the Ackles' and the Padalecki's.

"That's right Day-day," I respond. "Now let's go inside and get ready."

As I open the door to get out, I can't help but to reminisce how this all came about. How it all seems like a dream come true.

FLASHBACK

Gen was very hush-hush when I entered the bedroom after I finished brushing my teeth. When I once again asked what idea she had, instead of answering she had pulled me on top of her on the bed and kissed the breath out of my lungs.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," she cooed. "It's something I've considered for a while now but I just have to talk it over with Jare first. You do trust, me don't you, sweetie?"

"Of course Mama,"I told her. "I trust you with my life. I love you."

"I love you too. So fucking much."

It was a week later that I found out what her idea was. The four Padalecki kids joined the Ackles' on a day trip, leaving Jared, Gen and I home alone.

We were lounging in the bed after a sweaty, very passionate session of fucking. With the kids out of the house, the three of us christianed almost every inch of the place.

I hadn't had that many orgasms in years!

"Sweetie?" Gen asked breathlessly.

I rolled my head to the side to see her flushed face as she laid on top of Jared, their bodies still connected as one.

"Marry us," she says as she reached out to entwine her fingers with mine on my stomach.

"Yea okay," I laughed, not taking her proposal seriously.

"We're not joking," Jared chimes in, lifting his arm and inviting me to join their embrace. "We both love you so much. We want you to know we are in this for the long haul. Come hell or high water. You are just as important to us as we are to each other.

"Y/N Y/L/N, would you please do us the honor of being our wife?"

I couldn't respond. Hell, I couldn't get my brain to comprehend the words. Did Jared and Genevieve just fucking propose to me? It had to be hormones, right?

We'd just had some of the greatest sex ever known so they were just feeling the influx of dopamine, right?

Besides, they can't marry me; they're already married. To each other! No minister in their right mind would agree to wed us. It was simply impossible.

"It's simply impossible," I said, looking at Jared "You're already married."

"And we want to marry you," Gen says as she sits up. "It's not impossible. Maybe not exactly legal but it's not impossible."

"How? What preacher would be crazy enough to marry us?" I ask, trying to get them to see that their idea is completely ludicrous.

"Not a preacher," Jared says as he hugs me to his side, Gen sitting up, his dick softening inside her. "Jensen."

"What?!" I exclaim, taking my eyes off my girlfriend's sexy body and looking up into my boyfriend's hazel eyes. "How?"

"Jensen got ordained in order to marry Jeff and Hilary and that's not a one-time thing," Jared explained. "He is still ordained in the eyes of Texas law. He can officiate our ceremony."

Once again, I am stunned into silence. They had really put some thought into this. It wasn't just a whim. They were honest-to-god genuine!

"You want to marry me?" I asked, still unsure. "Both of you?"

A "fuck yea" and a "hell yes" came from Jared and Genevieve simultaneously.

"Well then," I said, as I sat up on my knees next to them. "I guess we're getting married!"

END FLASHBACK

The front door of the brewery opens as Delaney and I approach it. Danneel is standing there with a smile on her face.

"It's the big day, Y/N," she announced. "Are you nervous? Excited?"

Once the news of our engagement was announced to them and we asked Jensen to officiate our nuptials, Danneel had changed.

She finally admitted that our relationship weirded her out at first and she was afraid I was just in it for some juicy gossip and a big payout but after almost five years she realized that I am not after anything other than the love of her two best friends.

She apologized profusely and begged for forgiveness and after hugging it out she began calling me a friend.

"To be honest, yes and no." I answer her. "I'm not nervous about marrying them at all. Hell, I'm excited to finally be able to call them mine and it mean something. I'm just worried that somethings going to happen and the wedding will be cancelled."

Dee puts her arm around my shoulders as we walk through the tasting room. "Sweetie, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. It's all going to go off without a hitch. Okay, wait. That's not the correct wording. You are going to be hitched. It's going to go smoothly and be perfect. Yea, that's better."

I laugh at her as she shows me to the office where my dress, along with Delaney's are hanging, still in the bags.

"Do you need help?"

"Could you possibly wrangle Day-day to get dressed?" I ask as I take in the moment. In just a few minutes, I will be sliding into a wedding dress and preparing to walk out of here to get married. To wed, not only Jared but Genevieve too.

How is this my life?

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Jared, Gen and Y/N. The love between them is encompassing, all-consuming and palpable. I've known Jared for going on 30 years. Gen for almost 20 years and Y/N for 5. And I have never seen any other people as in love and devoted to one another as they are," Jensen says as we stand in front of him in the taproom; Jared on his left, Gen on his right and I in the middle.

"Do you, Jared Tristan Padalecki, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N as your wedded wife? To have and to hold, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad. For richer or poorer. Til death do you part."

"Absolutely," Jared says with a nod.

"Do you, Genevieve Nicole Padalecki, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N to be your wedded wife? To have and to hold, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad. For richer or poorer. Til death do you part."

"I do."

Jensen looks right at me. "Do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take Jared as your husband and Genevieve as your wife to have and to hold, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad. For richer or poorer. Til death do you part."

"Yes," I answer, resolutely.

"By the power vested in me under Texas law, I proudly announce you husband and wife and wife. You may now kiss the brides."

Jared turns me and pulls me to him. He looks into my eyes as he lowers his head. "Congratulations Mrs. Padalecki," he whispers and then kisses me with all the love and affection he can muster.

As we part, I hear Genevieve as she grabs my free hand. "My turn."

I spin around and smile at her as she cups my cheeks in her hands. "You are my wife now, baby." I nod and our lips meet in a just as fervent, just as intense kiss.

When we step away, we turn to our family and friends, our kids and the Ackles. Jared takes my left hand as Gen takes my right and we march down the makeshift aisle as the song, "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri, plays over Dee's phone.

"Mama Y/N, you look beautiful," Shep says as he walks up to me after the ceremony.

"Aw, thank you son," I say with a smile. "You're quite handsome in that suit and tie."

The 12-year-old blushes as he rubs the back of his neck, a move I know he gets from his father when flustered.

"Mom said I had to dress up."

"Well, thank you Shep. I appreciate it."

The rest of the kids file along, congratulating us and wishes us the best with Jensen and Danneel bringing up the rear.

"And here I thought officiating Jeffrey's wedding was bizarre. This one takes the cake," Jensen jokes as he hugs Jared with a pat on the back. "Congratulations man."

"Thanks," Jared says, mimicking Shep's previous move.

"Speaking of cake," Dee speaks up. "Let's go to the kitchen. I have a surprise for you."

I walk arm in arm with my spouses toward the kitchen. Inside, there is a large two-layer cake with the customary bride and groom figurines on top. Except our cake has an extra bride on it.

"So, they don't make cake toppers with 2 brides so I got a couple of them and broke the second one in half," Dee explains with a chuckle. "It's the best I could do."

"It's perfect," Gen says as she leans over and hugs her friend. "Thank you. "

The twelve of us all enjoy eating cake and hanging out in the kitchen of the brewery. Of course Jared and Jensen imbibe in some of the house beverages and Gen joins in.

After cleaning up, Jensen and Dee shoos us out and sends us off to begin our honeymoon, which is just a night in a local inn and resort, kid-free.

"Holy fuck!" Jared exclaims loudly. "Your pussy is squeezing my dick like a vice."

I smile against my wife's cunt as she grinds down on my face.

"Shit, she's eating me like a starved woman," Gen says with a moan.

I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down on me as Jared thrusts into me with zeal. I can feel another orgasm bearing down but I've made a pact with myself to hold off until Genevieve cums on my mouth.

I've already had one while she ate me out as I sucked Jared's cock and another as I watched them fuck while they uttered the debauchery they planned for the three of us.

"Shit! Shit! Fucking shiiiiiit!" Gen screamed as her whole body tensed and her juices sleuths out of her body onto my tongue and lips. "Oh God! I don't think I have anything left in me, " she breathes out as she slumps to the side.

I continue to lick up every drop she'd given me and then kiss her inner thigh. "So it was good?" I ask with a chuckle.

"The best," Gen tells me as she crawls off and lays down beside me. "But I'm going to have to tap out for a bit. I'm done for."

I turn my attention to my husband now that she isn't obscuring my view. Jared has leaned forward on his palms and is looking down at our bodies where we are connected.

I glance down as he rams his whole dick into my body, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Husband?" I call to get his attention and Jared raises his eyes and meets mine. "Fuck me like you mean it."

He huffs out a laugh and then goes at it. The pace and austerity of his hips as he fucks into me is supernatural! As many times as I've been with Jared, I have never witnessed or felt the momentum and velocity that has taken over him.

My insides tighten and constrict and I yell out their names as I cum, squirting all over Jared's groin, the wetness making his movements audible as his thighs ram into mine.

Jared bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes as he thrusts into my body fully and stills. I can feel the throb of his dick as his release shoots out of him and fills me.

"Holy shit! Fuck! I think I've died, " he says as he falls onto me, our bodies sticky and sweaty.

"God damn I love you Y/N," he huffs into my ear as he tries to catch his breath. He turns his head as I hear him proclaim the same to Gen. "I love you both. So fucking much."

The shower isn't big enough for the three of us so we decided to go solo. Or at least that was the plan but as Gen is taking the first one, I can't help but to step in behind her and admire her sexy body, wet and soapy as she washes.

"You need help?" I ask as she turns around and spots me.

"You'll just get me all hot and bothered," she retorts as she runs the frothy washcloth over her breasts.

"So? I don't see the problem," I say, stepping forward and cupping her mound. "I'll clean you." My middle finger slides along her slit as she throws her head back.

"You're insatiable," she says as her feet steps apart, opening her legs.

"I got a gorgeous wife with a body to die for. Do you blame me?"

My fingers broach her slit and I find her clit, swollen and pulsing. I gently massage it as I claim her mouth, my other hand holding the back of her head.

Gen moans into my mouth and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue inside. We kiss until the need for breathe is urgent.

"I have an equally hot wife, you know, " she tells me as she wraps her arms around my neck. "Where's Jare?"

"In the other room, waiting for his turn. We both plan on fucking you in the shower. I just won the coin toss to go first."

"Lucky me!" she says with a smile. Her half-lidded eyes open wide as I enter her pussy with two fingers, my thumb pressing against her clit.

"I'm going to make you cum on my fingers then Jared's gonna bend you over and make you cum on his dick."

Gen's eye roll back as I begin pumping into her, scissoring my fingers.

"Come on, Mama. Give it to me. Cum on my fingers. I know you can," I coo as I kiss her lips, her cheek, her neck and shoulder. "This pussy loves being fingers doesn't it? I can feel it vibrating. Cum, baby. Cum for me."

Gen's arm shoot out to the sides and her palms slap the shower tiles as I feel her body release and her juices mix with the water.

"That's it. That's what I wanted. You're ready for that big dick now."

I step out of the shower and open the bathroom door. "She's ready for you Jare."

I smile as I wrap a towel around my body and step out of the room as I hear Jared begin fucking our wife.

Life is splendid.

Nothing really changed after our wedding. The only difference is the huge diamond ring and band set that Jared and Genevieve surprised me with the morning after our wedding.

It is a large 14 karat diamond ring with a matching rose gold band. I wear it with pride and exuberance. I have often caught myself admiring it, holding my hand up and just marveling at the beauty, the extravagance.

I never in a million years dreamed I would possess something so beautiful, so glamorous and something that held so much meaning. The love and devotion I feel for my spouses, and they for me, when I look at it is embodied in that one piece of jewelry.

I am admiring the sparkle of the diamond in the sun when the vehicle behind me lays on its horn. I am shaken out of my reverence to look up and see the light had turned green.

What I didn't see was the truck that had decided to ignore his red light and come barreling through the intersection.

The last thing I saw was the diamond on my finger as my hand flew off the wheel before everything went black.

The first thing I comprehend is pain. My whole body is aching and my head is thumping! Where am I? What happened?

"Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?"

Who is that? Why are they yelling at me?

I open my eyes to see a man looking at me through the windshield of my car, or well where the windshield should be. Instead it is open with jagged shards of glass at the edges.

"Ma'am? Help is on the way. Don't move!"

I nod my head in understanding and have to squeeze my eyes shut due to the pain. Fuck, it hurts!

"What hurts?"

I squint as I look at the man again.

"Every fucking thing!" I seethe.

Sirens rapidly approach and the shrill sound does nothing to help my head.

"Hey. Hey. She's awake but in a lot of pain. Oh God. I never saw her. I never saw her."

I hear another voice trying to calm the stranger down as I hear movement around me.

"Miss? Miss? Hey, hi. I'm Michelle. I'm here to help you. Can you tell me your name?"

"Uhhh," I respond as I try to think. My name. What is my name? Who am I? "I don't know?"

"Okay. That's fine," Michellr says as she looks over her shoulder. "My partner is going to look in your purse, is that okay? You i.d. should be in there, right?"

I try to nod but cry out instead. "Fuuuck!"

"It's okay," Michelle assures. "You took a pretty good hit to the head in the accident. I'm sure you'll remember shortly."

I hear voices but can't make out what they're saying before Michelle speaks again. "Okay, your name is Y/N Y/L/N. Does that sound familiar?

"Not really," I answer, honestly. And it's the truth. That name sort of rings a bell but is it mine? Or is it someone else? A name I've only heard before but don't own.

It's silly, not knowing your own name. It is what society calls you, what you are known by. And to not be able to remember it, well that's just absurd!

"Y/N, we are going to get you out of here and take you to the hospital. Can you think of anyone we could call to let them know?"

"No," I say as I begin to sob. Am I all alone in this world? Is there anyone out there that loves me and cares enough to wonder where I am, if I'm alright?

The ride in the ambulance is a blur of activity; from the EMT inserting a needle into my arm and hooking it to a tube to shining a light into my eyes.

The hospital is no different. I am poked and prodded and asked numerous questions, most I don't have answers for.

After an extensive workup and a line of testing, the doctor comes in, in her white lab coat and stethoscope around her neck.

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N. I'm Dr. Cobb. I've reviewed your chart. You have a broken ankle, a large contusion over much of your left side and a concussion. That is, we're hoping, the cause of your amnesia. We're hoping with a couple days of rest along with an analgesic that you'll make a full recovery.

"Of course, you'll have a cast on the ankle to mend the broken bone and you'll be sore from the impact but you're going to live."

She smiles at me before jotting down something on my chart. A nurse comes into the room with a syringe in his hand.

"We'll gonna give you a very low dose painkiller since you are pregnant. If it seems to help, we can-"

"Wait, what?" I cut her off. "'I'm pregnant?"

"Oh," she says, looking stunned. "I didn't realize you might not remember. You are 6 weeks pregnant."

My mind was spinning. I am pregnant! That means there is someone out there that cares and is probably wondering where I am. Someone who possibly even loves me.

I close my eyes as I try to recollect. Suddenly it all comes back. My family. Jared and Gen. Tom, Shep, Odette and Delaney.

Oh my God! Delaney! My baby girl. I was on my way to pick her up when I was hit.

"Oh God! I was going to pick my daughter up from school. She's probably worried sick!" I exclaim as I sit up. The movement makes me dizzy but I ignore it. I've got to go.

"We can't let you leave," the doctor says as she steps forward. "Is there anyone we could call and tell them you're unable to pick her up?"

"Yes," I tell her. "Call my husband, her father. Jared Padalecki."

The nurse and the doctor look at one another and laugh.

"Miss Y/L/N, are you feeling okay? What year is it? Who's the President?"

"What? What are you talking about? My memory is intact. The year is 2025. The president is Delilah Samson, the first female president for the United States."

"Okay, you have those correct but you must be delusional. You are not married to Jared Padalecki."

"Yes I am! Call him! His number is 555-341-6728."

The doctor jots down the digits and pulls out her cell. I watch as she dials and lifts the phone to her ear.

"Hi. My name is Noel Cobb. I'm a doctor here at Austin Memorial. Is this Jared Padalecki?"

I can tell by the stunned expression on her face that she wasn't expecting to be speaking to a local celebrity, a well-known actor.

"I have Ms. Y/N Y/L/N in my care. She's been in a vehicle accident. She's fine, a broken ankle and–" she pauses and I can hear the timbre of Jared's voice. "Yes. Hold on."

Dr. Cobb hands me her cell and I immediately take it and put it up to my ear.

"Jare?"

"Oh my God. Baby, are you okay? Is Day-day with you?"

"I'm fine, just sore," I tell him. "I hadn't gotten to her yet. Someone needs to go pick her up before she gets scared because I'm not there."

I listen as Jared tells Gen what happened and asks her to go pick up our daughter.

"Gen is going to pick up Delaney. I'm coming to you."

"Okay," I sigh in relief. But now that I know my daughter is going to be taken care of, the enormity of the situation takes over.

Not only had I told my doctor and a nurse that I was married to Jared but he was coming here. The tabloids would have a field day!

We had kept the news of our marriage out of the papers and tabloids so far. Yes, it was known that the three of us were in a relationship but after so many years since we had announced it the world seemed to have let it go and the news had died down.

Now, everyone was about to find out that we had gotten married. Maybe it wasn't legal, maybe it was forbidden but to our family my marriage to them was as real as their marriage to each other.

"Jare, what about-"

"I don't care about that. Let people talk. Let them draw their own conclusions. My wife has been in an accident and is in the hospital. I'll be damned if I let the worry of what people think stop me from being by her side."

"Okay," I smile. "I'm in room-" I pause to look at the doctor, silently requesting the room number.

"405."

"-405. I'll see you when you get here. I love you."

"I love you too Y/N. Be there soon."

I hang up the phone and hand it back to the doctor before laying back in bed.

I can rest now, knowing my daughter is taken care of and my husband is on his way.

Once Gen has the nanny come over to watch the kids, she rushes to the hospital herself. She bolts through the door and hurries to the bed.

"Oh baby. You scared me!" she says as she grabs my hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yea, I'll be fine. I have a broken ankle and my whole body aches. I had amnesia for a little bit. Couldn't remember who I was but that came back and-" I stop as something comes back to me.

"Oh my God! I forgot! Right before my memory returned, the doctor told me……I'm pregnant, guys."

The excitement and delight is evident in the room as they both bombard me with hugs and kisses.

"Guys," I cringe. "I'm as happy as you are but you're killing me here. My whole left side is nothing, but one big bruise."

"Oh God. I'm sorry," Gen exclaims as she pulls away. "I'm just so happy! I love you so much. And I love this baby." She places her hand on my stomach.

"How far along are you?"

"6 weeks, give or take a day."

Gen gets a look on her face that I can tell she is going to come to the same conclusion I have.

"That means-"

I nod my head. "Our honeymoon. We made another baby on our honeymoon"

"Holy shit!" Jared utters. "That was some great sex, that's for sure."

Gen and I laugh as we nod in agreement.

"Great sex and some awesome baby-making apparently."

I am released from the hospital, with instructions to take it easy and stay off my foot until I can see the orthopedics and get a hard cast put on my ankle.

Jared carries me bridal style out of the hospital and sits me in the front seat of Gen's SUV.

"I'm right behind you."

As Gen drives toward the house, she reaches over and grabs my hand out of my lap.

"Are you sure you're okay sweetie?"

"Yes, my love, I am. I promise. I'm just kind of reeling from it all. I was admiring my ring in the sunlight when a car behind me beeped, prompting me to proceed through because the light had turned.

"What if the accident had caused me to miscarry? To lose the baby we didn't even know about yet? And how had I not figured it out, that I was pregnant. With Delaney, I was pretty sure as soon as I was late. And now I hadn't even realized I was late!"

"I'm so glad you didn't lose our little bug. He or she was created out of love and will be loved immensely and exceedingly. I'm beyond relieved that you are both okay. I love you so much Y/N. I can't imagine life without you. I don't want to."

"I love you too, Mama."

"Oh don't start," Gen chastised with a giggle. "There will be none of that until you get a clean bill of health."

I huff and sit back in my seat. No, I am not really in the mood for sex but it didn't mean that I can't think about it. After all, that's how this all began.

A night of awesome, passionate, lewd sex with two of the sexiest people in Texas. One night so many years ago that led me to not one but two of the loves of my life, a marriage and now two kids.

Somebody pinch me because I have to be dreaming.

The four kids all come running as we walk in the door and Jared plays interference as Gen helps me to the sofa.

"Mommy!" Day-day cries as she reaches toward me. Jared picks her up and whispers in her ear, earning him a nod before he sits her on her feet and she makes her way to my thankfully good side. "You're hurted?"

"Yea but I'll be okay. Just gotta be easy. I'm very sore."

"Also, " Gen says as she joins Delaney beside me. "You have to be careful with Mommy because she's going to have a baby."

Delaney's eyes widen and she looks from me to Gen and back to me. "Really?!"

"Yea, you're going to be a big sister."

"Yay!"

The kids are put to bed by Jared and Gen while I sit on the couch and listen.

"I hope you are as easy a baby as your big sister," I whisper to my stomach. Please don't be the problem child. Both your brothers and sisters are such good kids and well-mannered. I don't know if I could handle one that is a handful."

"You know you won't be doing it alone sweetie," Gen says as she joins me. "I'm not going anywhere and neither is Jared. We love this little one as much as we love Day-day. This baby-" she lays her hand on top of mine on my stomach. "-is as much mine as Tom, Shep and Odette are yours."

I perch my temple against her shoulder. "Thank you," I whisper, sincerely.

"For what, sweetie?"

"For loving me. For loving our children. I could have never dreamed this would be my life. I was-am-a nobody and you found me and took me in. For that, I will be eternally grateful."

"Stop that talk right now," Gen says as she presses a kiss to the crown of my head. "You are not nor have you ever been a nobody. You are my wife. My gorgeous, kind, good-natured wife. You are sexy, hot as hell, and loving. We love you for all that but we love you for you.

"Like I said, you are not alone, and you never will be. Jared and I are in this for the long haul. Hell, you may be the one who leaves us," Gen finishes with a chuckle.

I lift my head and look into her beautiful face, her features dainty but full of fondness. "Never. You are stuck with me, both of you."

"That's my girl," Gen says with a smile before pulling me into a passionate and sensual kiss. We hear movement across the room but neither of us pull away. That is until the sound of a throat being cleared bellows through the room.

Gen and I both look at our husband with apology.

"Let's get to bed," he says as he strolls into the room and picks me up, carrying me once again. "And no funny business. You are injured."

Navigation with a cast on my foot was nearly impossible. My balance is off, the stupid thing is heavy and there is no way I could be intimate with my spouses.

The last one really puts a damper on my mood, seeing as my pregnancy had me feeling amorous and affectionate. I just need a good orgasm or twenty! Ones that aren't self-induced.

Jared and Gen tries to accommodate by having sex beside me, letting me watch and articulating what erotic things they plan to do to me once I am healed but it doesn't help.

I want to be filled by dick, not my fingers! The loss of coitus is turning me into a bitch, often taking my frustrations out on one or both of them.

Today, though, my frustrations take a backseat as the ob/gyn drops a bomb on us; one that none of us seen coming.

I lay back with my shirt tucked under my boobs and my growing belly bare. It seems bigger than with Delaney at this stage. I was almost 6 months along with our daughter before I began showing but with this one, my belly seemed to grow overnight.

I am now almost 12 weeks, 3 months, pregnant and it cannot be hidden. Anyone can tell I am pregnant.

The nurse is spreading that fucking cold, blue gel around my protruding belly as Jared, Gen and I look at the screen to see our child.

"There you are," the nurse says. "Heartbeat looks good, in the mid 140s. A perfect number for a 3 month fetus. Now let's see if we can get a measurement."

She turns the ultrasound wand and begins to move in the opposite direction. "Well, hello there."

The shock in her voice is evident and it makes me panic. "What?! What is it? What's wrong with the baby?"

I look over at my spouses but their eyes are glued to the monitor, the same look of alarm on their faces.

"Oh! No, I'm sorry," the nurse says, a smile on her lips. "There is absolutely nothing wrong. I just found something that isn't in your chart."

"What is it?"

"Baby has a wombmate."

"Wha-" I begin but Gen interrupts.

"Twins?!"

"Baby #2 was hiding behind its sibling," the nurse explains as she maneuvers the wand. "Looks just as healthy. Same heart rate."

That would explain the larger girth. I am not carrying one baby, but two. Oh my fucking God! I'm pregnant with two babies!

How will Jared and Gen take this news? We already have four kids; now we are going to be a family of nine? We hadn't considered this possibility.

I look to them to see my answer. It is written all over their faces. And apparently streaming down my wife's cheeks. They are ecstatic. Their smiles light up the whole room; their eyes, though on the screen, are full of joy and elation.

This is a good thing. This news is welcome and accepted.

I can't take my eyes off the printout in my lap the whole way home. I pick it up with my right hand as Jared is holding left, our fingers intoned, as he drives us home.

Gen leans forward from the backseat and places hers on top of ours.

"We're having twins!" she proclaims.

"We are," Jared says matter-of-factly.

"Yup," I say, my lips popping the last letter.

"Are you not happy?" Gen asks.

I consider her question before answering. Am I happy? Absolutely. These babies were made out of love between their parents. But there is one thing that terrifies me. It might seem stupid to se but right now it was a leech on my mind.

"I am," I tell them. "I am excited to be carrying our babies. Babies I know are already loved and adored. But….oh never mind, it's stupid." I say, laughing at myself.

"What is it darling?" Jared asks as he squeezes my hand. "You can tell us."

"I gotta push two watermelons out of a hole the size of a strawberry?!!! Fuck!"

They both laugh, their whole bodies shaking from it.

"If anyone can do it, it's our fearless, strong, and loving wife, " Gen says. "Baby you got nothing to worry about. You can do it. I know you can. Maybe you can talk to Dee. She did it."

"Yea," I sigh breathlessly. "I'll call her in a couple of days, once the news settles."

Jared pulls into the drive and rolls down his window to punch the code into the gate.

"Gen's right," he says as he looks over at me. "You got this."

"Thanks babe," I say, feeling a slight bit better. "Both of you. Now, how're we gonna tell the kids?"

The kids took the news of twins better than expected. Tom was nonchalant about it, being a pre-teen. Shep was curious how two babies had enough room in my belly, but Odette and Delaney were ecstatic. At 5 and 8 years, all they heard was they would each get a baby to take care of. It was endearing and heart-warming.

By the time my ankle is healed and the cast is removed, I am as big as a house. I can't even see my feet to tell that one was no longer encased in plaster, making walking a feat upon itself.

The one thing I have looked forward to with the removal of the hard footwear is nonsensical. Making love to my husband and wife seems out of the question.

We make out constantly but as soon as I am on my back, one of the twins will settle on my bladder. It is ridiculous and frustrating! I just want to fuck my gorgeous wife and handsome husband.

I voice my frustrations to Dee during lunch, while the kids are off playing in another room.

"I just miss sex so fucking much," I grumble. "I need to have a non self-guided orgasm. Is that too much to ask?"

"Honey, no. It is not. Will they not-," she asks, waving a hand through the air.. "Sorry, none of my business."

"It's okay," I tell her, chuckling. "I brought it up. We make out and we touch and kiss but as soon as I'm on my back, one of these-" I point to my huge belly. "-makes my bladder hurt."

"Okay, so don't lay down. Have you tried, I can't believe I'm saying this, riding Jared? Be on top. That's what Jay and I did."

"But that leaves Gen out. And we don't do that."

"Okay. Well both of you on top then," she laughs. "I can't believe I'm giving advice to you about how to fuck my friends. Oh my God!"

I join her, laughing until I feel that all-too-well known pressure.

"Shit. I gotta pee, again!"

That night, after the kids are bedded down, I put my plan into action. Jared and Gen walk into the room to find me sitting on the edge of the bed in absolutely nothing.

"Hmmm, I like that look on you," Jared says as he approaches me and pulls me to my feet, claiming my mouth.

I feel Gen's presence beside us and pull away to see she has stripped and is now as bare as I am.

"That's what I like to see," I say as I eye her top to bottom. "Now let's unleash the beast."

I unbuckle Jared's belt and loosen his button as Gen pulls the zipper down. Using one hand each, we remove his jeans, pushing them down his legs, along with his boxers.

Jared rips his t-shirt over his head and tosses it across the room. When he looks down, both Gen and I are on our knees making out with each other and his growing dick.

"Fuck!" He exclaims as he palms the back of our heads.

When he is at full attention, I hold him at the base as Gen swallows him down, the glug-glug sound of her swallowing around his length making me wetter.

I look up at my husband and smile. "I'm going to ride your cock while our sexy wife rides your face."

"Then get to riding, ladies," he pulls out of Gen mouth and my grip to flop back on the bed, his arms crossed behind his head.

Gen climbs onto the mattress and settles herself on her knees beside his arm. "I wanna watch you take him in. It's a sight I love."

I clamber up out of the floor, using the bed for leverage and then ascend the bed, cautiously throwing a leg over Jared.

"I can't see to put it in," I huff what could only be described as a laugh of irritation.

I stand on my knees as Jared grabs himself and notches the tip at my entrance. As slow as I can in my eagerness, I begin lowering myself, feeling my walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

"Damn, I've missed this," I say as I get him inside me. "God, you feel good. Now, ride his mouth Mama."

Gen nods and smiles at me brightly before hovering over Jared's head. He pulls her down onto him and I can hear and feel the moan he lets out.

I begin sliding along his length, lifting my pelvis and bouncing on his dick. It feels magnificent. It has been ages since I have felt more than fingers inside me and I can already tell my first orgasm is going to be quick.

I reach up and tangle my fingers into Gen's hair, pulling her upper body back toward me. She turns her head and we lock lips, our tongues sliding along one another as she writhes on Jared's tongue and I grind on his cock.

The coil inside me bursts and I whimper into her mouth as my juices gushes out around Jared and pools on his groin.

What surprises me though is when Jared lefts his hips off the bed and stills, moaning against Gen's pussy as he throbs and releases inside me.

"Your turn Mama," I say against her lips. "Cum on Daddy’s face. Let him taste those sweet juices."

I grab her hips and assist her in undulating against Jared as he continues to lick and suck until she begins crying out that she's close.

I reach around and flick her throbbing clit and she throws her head back against my shoulder as I feel her spew out, her breathing labored.

"That was incredible," I breathe out as I kiss along her shoulder. "Thank you."

Jared laughs as he slides up from under the brunette. "You're thanking us? For phenomenal sex? We should be thanking you. It was your idea," he licks his lips, smacking them together and I realize he is still relishing the sweet tang of Gen's orgasm.

“We make a good team,” I say as I unmount Jared and lay on his left side. “The three of us. Well four if you count that I got the idea from Dee.” I snicker as my husband and wife look at me, stunned and in disbelief.

In the months after that, our sex life returns to being as recurrent and passionate as before the accident. We each research different positions that would be beneficial yet safe for me as I seem to be growing larger every hour.

Doggy-style is, as always, my favorite; it becomes even more so when I’m bent over the bed while Jared fucks into me and Gen is laid out liike a feast before me. I’ll never tire of eating her sweet snatch and drinking down her zesty juices.

During my 7 month we have a bit of a scare, though. I find blood in my pee and on my panties while using the bathroom. My body goes ice cold and my mind is frozen. What is happening? Am I having a miscarriage? Are the babies okay?

I hurry and clean up before rushing out of the bedroom and to the kitchen where I know my family, especially my spouses, are.

“There’s something wrong,” I spit out, not caring that our children are right there. “I’m bleeding!”

Jared jumps into action and comes to console me while Gen calls the doctor. I hadn’t even realized that tears are streaming down my face and I am sobbing.

“Shh,” Jared cajoles. “I’m sure it’s nothing. We probably just…..ahem, too hard or something.”

I look up at him in confusion and he nods his head to the kids. It dawns on me then. We had had sex last night and it had gotten pretty rough, as I had begged him for. I calm down a bit as I realize he is probably right.

“Okay, see you soon,” Gen says before hanging up the phone. “Dr. Forrest will see us this afternoon. She says it’s common but she just wants to check.”

Jared takes the kids to school and once they are gone, Gen pulls me into an embrace.

“Sweetie,” she coos. “Don’t worry. I’m sure everything is okay. Have you been having any pain?”

“Not really. A few times I thought I was feeling contractions but then I realized it was just either Haven or Oakley kicking.”

Gen bends down and places her lips against my stomach, kissing each side. “You two better be good in there. You’re hurting your Mommy. And Mama Gen ain’t about to have it.”

I laugh as she stands up and looks me in the eye with a lifted brow. “I set them straight.”

The doctor asks very personal and embarrassing questions about our lives and bedroom antics. I blush as I tell her that just the night before it had gotten pretty arduous. She nodded and hummed as she began checking down “there”.

“Okay, I see the issue.”

“What is it?” Jared asks as he holds me hand.

“Well Mr. Padalecki,” the doctor addresses. “It seems as though the encounter last night tore the mucus plug.”

“What? I’m not in labor, right? That’s what happens when your water breaks, you’re in labor. I’m not even feeling them kick anymore. I have no pain. I can’t be in labor, it’s too soon!”

“Not Y/N, you're not in labor. The tear in the mucus plug is leaking some amniotic fluid. It doesn’t seem to be much but just as a precaution, I’m going to prescribe bed rest for the remaining weeks of pregnancy. You can get up to go to the bathroom and come in for your weekly checkups but other than that, take it easy.

“Oh, and ahem…..I’m sorry but no more sex.” She looks at me and then Jared, her eyes scanning up and down his tall, lanky body and then back to me. “As tempting as I’m sure it is, we can’t risk infection or more complications.”

The last 12 weeks of my pregnancy goes by slowly. And we are all irritable more than we are amicable. The tension is glaringly obvious.

Once we informed Gen of the doctor's warning of no sex, it was decided that if I couldn't participate, then no one was fucking.

It was fine at first. I was too tired to be lascivious and my moods would change in an instant. I went from happy and carefree to crying and miserable. It was downright irritating.

On the morning of my 36th week, I woke to find Jared and Gen in bed beside me, kissing fervidly. It pissed me the fuck off!

"I thought we agreed no sex until after that babies come!" I spit out as I push the sheet off my body and try to roll out of bed. "I'll just go downstairs and yall can fuck like rabbits. I can tell when I'm no longer wanted and desired. I mean, I am three times the size I was when we met!"

By this time, I am up and grabbing my robe to throw around my body. "You could've just told me, you know. Instead of smeaking around behind my back."

I start toward the door as Gen calls for me. I grab the handle and turn it before speaking. "Leave me alone. I don't want to hear some lame excuse!"

I storm out the door and about to start down the stairs when it hits me. I just got pissed and went off on my husband and wife because they were kissing. God, I need to calm down!

Three steps down, my hand grips the rail as I double over in pain, calling out for my spouses.

I knew what was happening and I wanted them, needed them.

"Jare! Gen!"

They come running out of the bedroom and rushed to my sides.

"We're here baby," Gen assures. "We're here. Is it time?"

"I think so," I say, my breathing labored.

They help me to the bottom floor and over to the sofa before they run back upstairs to get dressed to head to the hospital.

"Okay. Yea okay," Gen says into her phone as she comes downstairs with one of Jared's tee's and a pair of sweatpants. "As soon as you get here. Okay. See you soon."

She helps me out of my robe and gown and into the clothes she brought.

"Dee is on her way to pick up the kids. She'll be here in five. How are the contractions?"

"Bearable."

"I love you so much, Y/N. We'll be right by your side the whole time okay?"

I nod as Jared comes down the stairs with my hospital bag before going to rouse the kids and get them ready.

Not long after, Dee shows up and takes the 4 Padalecki children.

"Come on, let's get you to the car." Jared pulls me off the couch and helps me to the garage, stopping when a contraction hits.

"God it hurts!" I cry as I pull myself up into the front seat of Gen's SUV. "I can't do this! I can't"

"Yes you can," Gen coos from the back seat, leaning forward and placing her hand on my arm. "You are strong and will rock these deliveries. And then we'll have two new beautiful babies to admire and love on."

Seven hours later, cries fill the quiet room as I push our daughter, Haven Paige Padalecki into the world. And 9 minutes later, her brother Oakley Jude Padalecki joins us, just as loud.

I'm crying of sheer exhaustion with a heart full of love as the nurse lays our babies on my chest.

"Hi babies. I'm your Mommy," I tell them. "You are both so loved already. Your Daddy and Mama Gen and your brothers and sisters all love you immensely."

I look to my right, to Jared. "They're perfect."

"Just like you," he says before he leans down and kisses me chastely.

"They're little angels," Gen says from her spot at my left. "Adorable little angels."

I turn my head and smile at her, pursing my lips for a kiss. She grants my request before the nurse moves in to take the babies for their check-ups.

"Baby #1 is 4 pounds, 5 ounces, " she announces. "17 ¾ inches long. Baby #2 is 4 pounds, 8 ounces and 18 inches long."

"They're tiny," I whisper, mostly to myself but my spouses hear me.

"That's okay," Gen says. "They're Padalecki's. They won't stay small for long."

After a short stay in the NICU, Haven and Oakley are released, along with me and we head home with Jared to meet the rest of the family.

As we are riding, I look back at the two car seats in the backseat and then to my handsome husband.

I could've never envisioned it, that day, oh so long ago, when I was a waitress for two of my idols; they would become my lovers, my spouses, my best friends.

Life is full of surprises and mine had an abundance of them.

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BTOT Chap 13 - A Dream Come True

Summary: While Jensen is on hiatus from Supernatural, he and (Y/N) hang out at his new home in Austin. A night of whiskey and a traditional Texas summer storm brings to light some underlying feelings they have for one another. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Amy Barton (OFC), Andy Ladin (OMC) Pairing: Jensen x Amy (OFC) / Reader x Andy (OMC) Rating: X-Explicit Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst/Smut Word Count: 2527 A/N:

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Moving forward is exactly what happened.

Supernatural was rising in popularity year after year. Heading into their thirteenth season, Jensen decided that he had enough of L.A. life moving him and Amy to Austin. (Y/N) could remember moving them to their newly built home in the Hill Country. Amy complained about everything from the weather to the color of the walls that she had picked out more than a year earlier.

Andy had been no help either that day as he, Jensen, and Jared clashed a few times over moving furniture. (Y/N) had to step away when he and Jared were bickering over the proper way to move the mattress upstairs. She sat with her feet in the pool and the sun beating down on her face.

“You’re going to turn into a lobster and I’m going to laugh my ass off.”

She peeked her eyes open to see Jensen holding out a bottle of water for her, “Thank you.”

“Tired of our significant others being complete bitches?” He asked, taking a long drink from his own bottle.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Moving is stressful. And right now there are a lot of big personalities in this house. I just needed a moment of quiet.”

He chuckled, bumping his shoulder with hers, “Always trying to be the kind and positive one of the group.”

“Someone has to be.”

The day had ended with all of them, including Jared’s wife, Gen, sitting around the pool together. She looked around at the three couples with a heart filled with gratitude. As she looked over to Jensen, he was looking at her with a smile and she felt like she was finally home.

Jensen was well into his first month of hiatus from the show and (Y/N) enjoying her first month of summer break when a traditional Texas thunderstorm hit Austin. Andy was away visiting his parents in Georgia while Amy was working on a new project in New York. Jensen and (Y/N) decided to have a movie night at his house. They were halfway through The Princess Bride when the rain began.

“Looks like we’re in for the night.” He chuckled looking out the large windows in his living room.

She held up the half drunk bottle of whiskey, “We were in for the night a while ago.” She took another swig from it.

She was curled up on the couch under a blanket while Jensen sat in front of her on the floor. By the start of the next movie, the bottle of whiskey was gone and the storm was raging outside. The wind was howling and lightning lit up the night sky.

“We don’t have any tornado warnings, do we?” Panic was slowly spreading over her chest, sobering her up slightly.

“I promise, there are no tornadoes. I would have us downstairs if we did.”

She nodded silently, messing with the blanket in her lap. Her eyes never moved from the windows as the rain pelted against them. She had not noticed Jensen moved until he was pulling her down to him on the other side of the couch.

“Come on, I’ll keep you safe.”

(Y/N)’s arms slipped around his waist resting between his back and the couch arm. His bowlegs naturally made room for her to lay on him as his hands locked in place against her back. Immediately, her body relaxed and the panic vanished.

“Thank you.” She whispered against his chest.

She heard him let out a soft sigh, “You never have to thank me for taking care of you. That’s what I’m here for.”

Smiling, she looked up at him to see his face downcast and sullen. She wondered if he was missing Amy since her project overlapped with his hiatus and barely had seen her before she left.

“Missing your girl?”

“Yes…” He looked down at her, “but not the one you're thinking of.”

Her muscles seized as an old flame deep within her sparked to life, “What do you mean?”

He shifted them so they were side by side facing one another, “You know who I mean.”

“Jensen…”

“I know. Look, I know. We’ve been over this a thousand times over the last, what twenty years? I thought I had buried these feelings a long time ago.” He let out a frustrated sigh, “They won’t go away and now…”

(Y/N) averted her eyes to his chest. While he was in Vancouver filming season twelve, Amy had given him an ultimatum to either get married or get lost. So, he proposed to her and they were set to get married in November. When they Facetime her with the big news, it had taken everything in her not to burst into tears. Andy was over the moon about the announcement and had been dropping hints of doing the same thing.

“Do you love her?” She asked quietly.

“Yes… no. I don’t love her the way she deserves to be loved and that makes me a dick.”

She stood up walking over to the windows. What a perfect picture of what was going on inside her mind right now. A complete shitshow of feelings and logic colliding into the perfect storm of whiskey.

She heard Jensen walking up behind her, “Andy is going to propose to you next weekend.”

The small gasp from her lips fogged the cool window pane, “H-How do you know?”

“The man has balls. He said that the only man’s permission he needed was mine.” He chuckled.

“What did you say?” She watched his eyes look to the floor, “Jensen, what did you say?”

He turned her around, running his hands down her arms. His eyes dark as the stormy sky and his lips in a natural pout.

“I said I couldn’t give him permission because I was in love with you.”

(Y/N)’s world began to spin when a sudden strike of lightning hit the ground behind them making a thunderous clap. She let out a scream jumping into his arms and locking her arms tightly around his neck. Her breaths came out in short puffs as her heart beat against her chest. As she looked up at Jensen, his lips pressed gently against hers.

The world stopped at that moment. It was only them, together once more. All the time, she and Andy had kissed, made love and had nothing on how she felt being with Jensen. They were mere black and white moments compared to the bright technicolor moments she experienced with Jensen. When he pulled away from her, the overwhelming need and desire flooding her body had her trembling.

“(Y/N), I’m…”

She launched herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. His large hands gripped beneath her ass holding her in place. Their lips smashing into one another as her back pressed against the cool window. His mouth left a hot trail of sloppy kisses down her neck as she grinded herself against him.

“Jensen… please…” She said breathlessly, “I need you.”

In one swift movement, he was carrying her upstairs to his bedroom. Setting her feet down, his fingers pulled the hem of her shirt up and over her head. She had on an old sports bra that was comfy when lounging around. She watched as his tongue darted out over his lips, running his finger down between her breasts then beneath the band. He gently pulled it up over her head and the cool air hit her sensitive nipples.

“Beautiful, so damn beautiful.” Jensen whispered, lowering his lips to hers.

Tugging at his shirt, he stepped back letting her pull it off of him. His chest was broader and more defined. His abs chiseled along his lean abdomen leading down to the V of his hips. Her hands brushed against the band of his gym shorts when she suddenly went flying into the air landing on the mattress.

Her laughter filled the room as she bounced once before Jensen was pouncing on her. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. His hips pinning her to the bed as she hooked her ankles around his back. His lips pressed against the pulse in her neck.

“Your heart is racing.” He whispered, continuing his way down her body.

“Jeez, I wonder WHY!” She cried out as his lips latched around her nipple.

She watched as his tongue circled around the peak before pulling the nub with his teeth.

“Oh fuck…” She sighed, lifting her hips to relieve the pressure between her legs.

Jensen groaned, “I have a feeling this is going to be like prom night and be real quick on my end of things.”

(Y/N) began giggling as he pulled her shorts and panties down her legs. The cool air hit her slick lips making her shiver. She looked up at him, his eyes scanning down her body. She brought her legs together and covered her breasts with her arms.

“Oh no pretty girl, don’t you dare cover up this gorgeous body.” He leaned over gently spreading her legs and pinning her arms above her head, “When will you get it through you head that your a fucking, stunning, drop dead, gorgeous human being.”

“Never…” He scowled at her answer, but she continued, “if only to keep hearing you tell me that.”

His smile was radiant, “Clever, smarty-pants, clever. For that you get a reward.”

Jensen ran his hands down over her breasts and down her thighs. She watched as his head lower between her leg and he body tensed trying to prepare for what she knew was coming. His wide tongue slowly swiped up until flicking over her clit.

“Oh… god…” She moaned.

He chuckled against her leaving small kisses along her slit, “You can call me Jensen.”

(Y/N)’s back arched as he pushed one thick finger inside her slowly pulling it out. He repeated the same movements adding a second finger. The coil deep within her tightened as his pace quickened and his mouth worked over her clit.

“Oh… oh… fuck, I’m so close.” She threaded her fingers into his hair pulling it, “So close, so close… fuck, fuck… I-I’m cumming!”

Her muscles tightened around Jensen curled fingers buried deep inside of her. She grinded herself against his face riding out the intense orgasm wrecking through her body. He kissed his way up her body as she tried to catch her breath.

“I will never get tired watching you cum. Fuck it’s the most beautiful sight.”

She grabbed a hold of his face, kissing him hard. Running her hand down his body and over his hard length. He groaned against her lips.

“Handsome, I’m gonna need you deep inside me, like now.” She nipped at his chin, pushing his shorts down as far as she could.

He kicked his shorts and boxers off to the floor. She watched his hand stroking his cock before rubbing the tip along her slickness. The moment he began to push inside of her tears began falling down the side of her face.

Completely sheathed within her Jensen kissed the tears away, “What’s wrong, pretty girl? Are you okay?”

She nodded shakily, “More than okay. Move, please…”

Slowly, he pulled out before pushing back in. His hips rolled against her as he kissed her lips, cheeks and any other place he could. His body completely covered hers like a weighted blanket. The pressure began building as his muscles strained. She knew he was holding back to draw out this moment for as long as he could.

This was love. True love. A love that could mend any wound of the heart. He loved her and she loved him. She needed to feel more of him. To feel him let go.

(Y/N) pressed her hands against his chest pushing him up and driving him to thrust deeper in her, “I love you. I love you. I need more. Let go.” She pulled his lips to hers and his hips snapped against hers.

“Yes… more Jensen…” She moaned, scraping her nails down his back.

Jensen sat up bringing her legs over his shoulders and leaning over her thrusting deep within her. Stars flashed before her eyes as sweat dripped down from his hair. The sound of their skin smacking together echoed throughout the room. His fingers dug into her meaty hips and was sure she would have bruises in the morning as a reminder.

“Fuck pretty girl, you’re so tight…” He grunted, “Shit, feel so fucking good.”

Her legs slipped from his shoulders as she hooked them around his back, digging her heels into the small of his back.

“Jen-Jensen… oh god, yes just like that…”

His thick cock twitched and his body shook as he came deep inside of her. A slew of mumbled words and grunts came from his mouth. The pressure was pounding in her ears so close to bursting.

“Come baby, let me feel tightening around me. Come now, (Y/N).” His lips pressed against her ear as he thrusted hard one last time.

Her mind and body freefall into oblivion of immense pleasure. She cried out his name and just kept repeating she loved him as bliss filled every part of her being. When they both finally caught their breaths, Jensen went to roll away from her and she clung to him.

“Pretty girl, I don’t want to squish you and I don’t have the strength to hold myself up.”

Her body trembled as a deep sob escaped her lips. She buried her head into his chest letting the tears flow freely. He slipped out of her only making her cry harder and rolled them onto their sides.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” The desperation in his voice broke her heart.

She wiped away the tears sniffling, “Nothing’s wrong and that's just it. You’re engaged to be married and I’m supposed to be anxiously awaiting for a proposal that I don’t want. I want you. I’ve only ever wanted you. Tonight, this moment, reminded me why I never wanted to be with anyone else. Why I’ve never felt right being with Andy.”

He moved a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I feel the same way about Amy. I moved on because I thought that is what you wanted. I never wanted anyone else. Every kiss, every time her and I made love, it was all an act. My best performance has been the last twelve years of pretending to love someone else. When I was only ever in love with you.”

“What now?” She was terrified of the answer.

“Now, we sleep. When we wake up we’ll face the day together.”

She stared into his sleepy eyes, “Together?”

He smiled, pulling her against him, “Together.”

She lay there resting her head against his chest as it rose and fell steadily. When she thought Jensen was asleep he mumbled snuggling her closer.

“And definitely having shower sex and probably kitchen counter sex and pool sex.”

Closing her eyes, she smiled widely, falling into the most peaceful sleep she’d had in several years.

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The Boys: Why Stormfront Makes Soldier Boy Homelander's Biggest Threat

Following the events of The Boys season 2, Soldier Boy is in the perfect position to become the biggest threat to Homelander's place in public eye. BY MAE ABDULBAKI

Stormfront makes Soldier Boy Homelander’s biggest threat in The Boys. Homelander’s popularity and sense of control took a major hit in season 2 of The Boys. After killing Madelyn Stillwell, Homelander began reporting to Stan Edgar (Giancarlo Esposito), the head of Vought, a pharmaceutical corporation that owned and operated the Seven, an elite team of deadly superheroes. Stan had more firm control over Homelander, which prevented the dangerous man from doing what he wanted. His alliance with Stormfront did him no favors and, now that she’s gone, Homelander is faced with his most challenging adversary yet in Soldier Boy.

Jensen Ackles will portray Soldier Boy in The Boys season 3. A parody of Captain America, the comic book version of Soldier Boy originated during World War II, his superpowers and physical enhancements the result of the Compound V serum. Soldier Boy, a member of the superhero team Payback, has been referenced a couple of times over the course of the show’s two seasons. He’s been described as the original superhero, with The Boys showrunner Eric Kripke confirming that the history of both Soldier Boy and Payback will be explored in season 3. But, what does that mean for Homelander?

In short, it’s pretty bad news for the floundering leader of the Seven. Throughout season 2, Homelander associated himself with Stormfront, a Nazi who wanted to carry on with her white supremacist agenda. While they were adversaries at first, Homelander quickly became an ally to Stormfront, who won him over by promising that he would be the leader of her super army. Together, they stoked the fire of the right-leaning extremists. However, when Stormfront was publicly outed as a Nazi and her history revealed, she was edged out as the Vought spokesperson and Homelander was forced to denounce her actions and play victim to her plans.

This perfectly sets up Soldier Boy’s arrival. With Homelander losing steam, Soldier Boy can replace him as a hero. There are indications that Soldier Boy is a more perfect rival for Homelander, who is an egotistical, unhinged, and insecure man. Soldier Boy is an attractive hero who will presumably be far less naive than his comics counterpart (who sucks up to others to get attention and approval, including from Homelander). With the public probably favoring a new brand of hero, Soldier Boy could swoop in to deliberately take up Homelander’s position as America’s poster boy and leader of the Seven. As a supe, Soldier Boy rivals Homelander in strength and combat skills.

Played by Ackles, and with some adjustments made for the TV adaptation, Soldier Boy’s presence could turn Homelander into a distant public memory. The latter is already not as powerful or as in control as he wants to be and Soldier Boy’s arrival could provoke him in more ways than one. What’s more, Homelander’s image has already been damaged by his alliance with Stormfront and incidents that revealed he wasn’t exactly as squeaky clean as his publicity team made him out to be. With the public’s loss of trust in him and his capabilities, Soldier Boy is the next best person to replace him in every respect. He will likely turn up the charm while in public, his Captain America-esque persona sets him up as a golden-boy patriot with clean-cut ideals about right and wrong, making him a more palatable option than Homelander in The Boys season 3.

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Con Experiences

I've been asked about this in PM a few times and thought some of y'all might want to know.

Cast experiences including M&Gs:

I've had really lovely cast experiences at every con I've gone to. I've also made friends through the cons with other con goers, so I've heard about different m&g experiences not only through fandom, but also people who aren't into online fandom.

Personally, I don't pay for m&gs outside of J2M, but that's not for lack of love for other cast members. The whole reason I go to m&gs is to ask the cast members questions about the show and it's very easy to ask questions of everyone except for J2M & JDM.

For J2M & JDM, you have to put your name in a bag and be selected at random for the main panel. For J2, you can raise your hand in gold, but I've never done gold. My friends and I have never been selected for J2 or JDM, but we have been selected for Misha 3 times.

I also usually only go Saturday/Sunday for lack of time/childcare, but I have friends who go Thursday - Sunday and love it. I hope to be able to do that eventually.

There used to be a problem with one or two people dominating a m&g, but they cracked down on that, so I haven't heard of it happening recently. They also changed the rules so if one person starts to talk the whole time, then you can signal for the handler to step in and help, but they should do it automatically.

I've never done an Alex m&g because you can just ask him a question, but I have several friends that do Alex m&gs and just love it/him. I love that he doesn't give a fuck and how he will tease the audience.

Misha's m&gs tend to be more chaotic. The adventure m&gs are super popular. Personally, my interest is in asking questions and, while you can ask questions on the adventure, it's much more chaotic than the regular m&g, so I prefer the regular one, but most people prefer the adventure one.

Misha will probably troll you &, in my experience, he jokes around a lot more. I've gotten Jared to crack up, but laugh more with Misha. He's also sarcastic, which has caught me off guard. He sometimes makes embarrassing jokes, so be prepared for that. I'm the only one of my con friend group that's a Misha stan, so I have less sample sizes, but I've always gotten a question in.

Jared will work hard to try to answer a question from everyone there. Not everyone has a question, but he likes to go on tangents, so if you are sitting towards the end of the room from where he starts, you might not get a question in, but he tries. He often runs late because of it. My friends and I have gotten a question to Jared every time we've gone.

Jensen takes longer to answer the questions than Jared, although we've done less of them because of the expense. We've never been selected for a question in a group m&g and sometimes only 5-7 questions will be asked total. That's part of why his prices are higher because you might have to go to several m&gs before you'll get an answer.

Because photo ops are so expensive, I always split them with friends. I've done way more J2 ops than any others because most of my rl Supernatural friends are GA fans and mostly into the brothers relationship. My bff con buddy did a mishalecki with me and had so much that we do them all the time now, but most of my friends are only interested in J2 so I have the most experience with those.

Plus, I do a lot of J2MA/J2M, which can get very pricey so I don't have much money left over for other actors. It's about $600 for J2MA and over $500 for J2M. A J&M is about $350 and my latest Alex & Misha op was about $215. Each con, I do J2MA, 2 Mishalecki, and a J2 with my con buddy, so that's about $1650 right there alone!

The last J2MA they misheard the pose. We like the result, but that's an extra $600 we have to pay again to get a heaven hug pose. I get hug photos with individual actors, which I don't post for privacy reasons, but haven't been getting them lately because of covid. Some actors will do selfies which are way cheaper than Creation photos.

My favorites outside of J2MA: Ruth is my next absolute favorite. I'm totally in love with her and Rowena. I've always had amazing experiences with her. She's funny and sharp, but also kind and considerate. I don't really post/talk about her much here since it doesn't fit the theme of my blog, but I always always try to get a photo with her and attend her panels. DJ is also an incredible sweatheart. His panels are hilarious and he has ADHD so they are all over the place. He plays games with the fans and his cameos are amazing as well. He puts a lot of thought into his answers. It's incredible to me that, without Jared, he wouldn't be a part of the show because he's one of my favorite parts of conventions.

Rachel Miner is very friendly and engages a lot with fans directly. She has such a huge heart. I really miss seeing her at cons. I don't know when I'll be able to see her again and I hope to get another photo with her soon.

This is just making me want to write up positive things about all the cast members, so I'll just stop for now. I've only had positive experiences at cons and I love them. Wish photo ops were less expensive so I could do more of them!

#creation #creation cons #mishalecki #answers #anon #supernatural #spnfamily #spn family #cast #behind the scenes #j2ma

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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I Got You (Part 2)

Summary: The reader has a quieter morning with Jensen while trying to convince him that he needs to talk to his family sooner rather than later if he wants to start feeling better...

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 5,900ish

Warnings: language, angst, lying, mention of alcoholism, fluff

A/N: Might do more of this, who knows. Enjoy!

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Jensen was asleep when you woke, hair messy, covers tucked up under his chin. He’d probably be hungover. He normally was if he’d drunk too much, even if he threw up. Very gently you ran your hand through his hair, surprised when he rolled over to face you and snuggled into your side. He still seemed so small, so unlike the guy that was normally one to shove his crap down inside. He let stuff out in acting he’d told you once. He let it out when he did boxing or lifted weights. He let it out alone. It seemed to work for him so you never thought much of it.

Occasionally you found him upset though. When he was eighteen and almost quit acting. You flew out on a Thursday night after class and stayed with him that weekend, helping him to stop freaking the fuck out. God he freaked out more than most everyone knew. Laid back, easy going, go with the flow, that was the image everyone had of him. The anxiety used to be bad but you knew he acted through it, pretended he was cool with it all and it worked pretty well for him. You could still tell though when he got quiet and let other people speak that it was still there. It was hardwired into him. But it was better than it used to be.

But for the first time in his life you were fairly certain he was anxious to see his family and that was enough to send you into new territory with him.

“Don’t,” he mumbled when you stopped moving your hand through his strands. You started moving again, his face burrowed down under your arm.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, hoping he’d have fallen back asleep. Instead he peeled open his eyes and turned his head up, staring at you with big green eyes. “I love you.”

He smiled and moved his head up to your shoulder, reaching his arm across your waist and holding you tight.

“I love you too,” he said. You leaned your head down and kissed his temple, Jensen squirming a little. “I give you the forehead kisses.”

“You’re just gonna have to get used to me kissing you all sorts of places,” you smirked.

“I am very okay with that,” he said, a softer look about him. “It’s been a bit since I’ve been with someone.”

“I know,” you said as you played with his hair.

“You okay? With the whole Andrew situation?” he asked quietly. You nodded and he stared at you, trying to hide the fact he was happy Andrew was gone but still concerned you were hurt.

“I was on the way out the door with him anyways. He couldn’t respect you and if he can’t do that, he has no place in my life. It’d be like me asking you to give up Jared. It’s just insane.”

“To be fair Jared and Gen are some of your best friends too,” chuckled Jensen.

“But you get my point. Relationships are give and take and he always took. Andrew was tolerable until he wasn’t. I don’t want to spend my life tolerating my husband most of the time and hating him the rest. I’d rather love him and occasionally tolerate, you know,” you said.

“Not for any particular reason but do I have any habits that...annoy you?” he asked.

“Yes. But I know I can annoy you too. Don’t worry about you. You’re different,” you said. He stared at you and you ran your thumb over his cheek. “Jensen think of it this way. I don’t expect to always like my husband 100% of the time. He’ll piss me off and annoy me and all of that. But I do expect to always love him. Andrew...that never happened with him. But there is someone in my life that even when he frustrates me or bugs me I’ve never not loved. He’s different. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he said. He leaned up and kissed you, cupping your cheek with a gentle little smile on his face.

“We waited twenty five years. We can take this slow, okay?” you said. He nodded and lay back in bed, tracing his finger over the curves of your face.

“Always wondered what it’d be like to do this...wake up next to you in the morning,” he said. He booped your nose and smiled. “You’re so soft.”

“I moisturize,” you said, Jensen chuckling. “How was it that I learned how to have a proper skincare regime from you? Shouldn’t this have been the other way around?”

“I wear more makeup than you do,” he teased. “Do you remember that time you slept over senior year unexpected?”

“Very well,” you said as you smiled.

“Hi, Mr. Ackles,” you said, forcing a half-smile as he opened the front door.

“Hey, kiddo. Jensen’s not home. He’s sleeping over Jack’s house. I’m sure the boys are still there,” he said. You nodded and shrugged, getting a nod as he noticed the bag on your shoulders. “How’s your dad?”

“My parents had a big fight tonight. Dad...he said he was going out to get drunk. Mom doesn’t want me home if he relapses,” you said.

“Come on,” he said as he pulled you inside. “You eat dinner yet?”

“I’m okay,” you said and he rolled his eyes. “I’m hungry.”

“Put your bag in Jensen’s room. You can have his bed tonight. I don’t imagine you want to go hang out with the boys too much right now,” he said.

“Jack doesn’t like me,” you said. He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. “It’s a guys night or something. I’m okay hanging out here...if that’s okay.”

“You come here and knock on the door you’ll always have a place to stay, Jensen or no Jensen,” he said.

“I wish my dad was like you. Didn’t drink at all.”

“I never cared much for it. But as far as you know he hasn’t drunk yet and he’s still seven years clean. That’s not easy.”

“I know. I’ll be back in a minute,” you said. You jogged upstairs and set your bag down in Jensen’s room, passing by his sister’s room on the way out.

“Jensen’s not home,” she said, hopping up and rounding the corner into the hall.

“Yeah,” you said. “I’m gonna stay here tonight anyways, Kenzie.”

“Kenzie! Beth is here!” called Jensen’s mom from downstairs.

“Bye, Y/N,” she said, giving you a quick hug before she ran down with her backpack.

“Later, dork,” you said with a smile. You went down and heard a car pulling out of the driveway, Jensen’s parents both working the kitchen. “Can I help?”

“You can set the table, sweetie,” said his mom. You went to the cupboard with plates and got out three, setting everything down after a minute. You poured yourself a glass of water, smiling when you saw they’d made creamy chicken casserole. Jensen’s dad carried over the dish and set it on the table, scooping some out for each of you. His mom set down a bowl of sweet mashed potatoes and you hummed. “I made extra. I know how much you like them.”

“Thanks, Mrs...my mom called you guys before she dropped me off, didn’t she,” you said with a sigh.

“Yes, she did, and we made your favorite dinner. Sue us,” said his dad.

“Thanks,” you said quietly. You started to eat, even munching on the broccoli in the casserole.

“So why doesn’t Jack like you?” asked his dad. You gave him a look and he cocked his head. “Y/N…”

“Cause I’m not popular,” you said. You poked at your potatoes and played with them before sighing. “It’s fine, really. I don’t like him either so it works out.”

“He always seemed like a nice kid,” said his dad.

“I always thought he was a little shit,” said his mom. You smiled and she returned it. “What’s Jensen think of this? It’s not like he tells us anything.”

“He’s seventeen. What are you expecting?” said his dad. “But yeah, what’s he think?”

“It’s fine. We tolerate each other cause we both like being Jensen’s friend. I don’t know. He just doesn’t like me cause Jensen does stuff with me sometimes and doesn’t invite his other friends too. It’s up to Jensen who he wants to hang out with, not me.”

“Well we like you much better than Jack if it’s any consolation,” he said.

“Thanks. Jensen can hang out with his guy friends without me though,” you said. You pushed your food around a bit before you ate again, his parents shifting the topic to you picking out a major for school the next year.

Half an hour later you were making some cinnamon rolls with his mom when the front door opened.

“Jensen?” she called, his dad sitting in a chair and watching TV.

“I forgot my wallet. We’re going to the movies,” he shouted back. “Mom, where’s my wallet?”

“In your backpack pocket. I told you to keep it in your back pocket,” she said.

“I had practice so I…” he said as he popped into the kitchen and saw you there. “What are you doing here?”

“Just…” you said, looking down.

“Is your dad drinking again?” he asked quietly.

“Maybe. They got in a fight. Mom wanted me out of the house in case it wasn’t a good night,” you said. He stared at you and you looked away, surprised when he was suddenly there grabbing your hand. “Jensen.”

“Come to the movies with us. I’ll pay for your ticket,” he said.

“I’m making rolls with your mom,” you said.

“They’ll be there when we get back. Come on,” he said.

“Ackles!” shouted Jack from the foyer. Jensen stepped back into view of the hall, taking you with him. Jack saw you and shot you a dirty look. “Jensen you coming or what?”

“Actually, not,” he said. He narrowed his eyes and dropped your hand, going down the hall. He walked outside with Jack, the two of them saying something before about thirty seconds later Jensen was walking back in with his duffel. He dropped it by the stairs and walked back over to you.

“I thought you were having a guy’s sleepover tonight,” you said.

“Yeah well...fuck him,” said Jensen.

“Jensen,” said his mom with a frown.

“I’m only his friend because of baseball and if he is so worked up at the sight of you then screw him. I’ll hang out with the guys some other time. I’d rather have a sleepover with you.”

“Better be a no fucking kind of sleepover,” said his dad.

“Alan,” said his mom.

“Guys, it’s Y/N,” said Jensen. His dad mumbled and Jensen grabbed your hand, pulling you upstairs. “Video games?”

“Okay with me.”

“Y/N,” said Jensen from his bed that night. You had your eyes squeezed shut from where you lay on the air mattress, something his parents had bought years and years ago for you when you were regularly staying over. “Y/N.”

“What Jensen?” you said quietly.

“Are you crying?” he whispered. You rolled your eyes and heard the bed creak behind you. You pulled the blanket over your head but he sat down in front of you, peeling it back. “Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” you said. You sat up and you pulled you into his lap, holding onto you and keeping your blanket around you while you hung onto him. “He’s been sober seven years, Jensen...and he might have fucked it all up.”

“Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. He’s still your dad, Y/N. He’s not a bad guy.”

“Mom said they’d get divorced if he drank again,” you said. “Why can’t my family be normal like yours?”

“You’re my family so you gotta be normal,” he said. You rested your chin on his shoulder and squeezed him.

“Like a sister?” you asked. It was horrible timing but you had to know how he actually felt. For your own piece of mind.

“I love you is all,” he said, squeezing you back. “Best friends forever right?”

“Yeah,” you said. You sniffled a bit more and he rubbed your back. “Wanna go eat the rest of the cinnamon rolls?”

“You’re on, Y/L/N.”

“You know I was so scared you could hear my heart pounding when you asked me if I loved you like a sister,” said Jensen as he sat up in bed. “I was full on in love with you by that point in every single way.”

“Did you get off to me in high school?” you smirked. He shrugged but grinned. “Oh my God. Naughty boy.”

“I swear never when you slept over though or anything like that. You were just...you never thought twice about taking off your shirt in front of me and standing there in your bra and underwear. You were the first girl I ever saw like that. First woman really.”

“My heart would beat so fast when I did that. I always waited for a comment but it never came.”

“I thought you thought of me like your brother. Up until last night I still thought that.”

“Jared’s like my brother. Your brother Josh is like my brother. You’ve never been like my brother,” you said, smiling as you kissed his cheek. “Come on. Let’s get ready for the day. Dallas is a three hour drive.”

“Y/N...I don’t want to go,” he said. You took his hand and laced your fingers together, Jensen shutting his eyes. He took a short breath and his chest rose and fell quickly. “Please don’t make me go.”

“You have to Jensen.”

“Why?”

“Because you love them and they love you.” He huffed and got out of bed, crossing his arms as he walked into the bathroom. You followed him and paused at the door, Jensen exiting a moment later. “They lied. They don’t share your blood. That’s true. But have you ever doubted for a single second that they don’t love you unconditionally?”

“It’s not the point,” he said. He left and you followed him to the kitchen, Jensen making himself a cup of coffee. “Y/N, drop it.”

“We’re going to your parents house. It could be this morning. It could be tomorrow. It could be a week from now but we are going and you will not get out of this.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong! Why the fuck do I have to go talk to them? They’re the ones that lied!” he shouted, turning to glare at you. “Why do I have to be the bigger fucking person? They’re supposed to take care of me. They’re supposed to protect me. They’re my parents. They’re not…” he trailed off, putting a hand over his face again. “I’m sorry for yelling.”

“It’s okay,” you said. You stepped over and pulled down his arm, wrapping yours around his body. He shut his eyes and turned his head away. “Jensen it’s okay if you’re upset and need to cry and shout. It’s okay to feel however you need to.”

“How do I know they loved me?” he asked quietly. “That they didn’t pretend at first...that they didn’t pretend the whole time and I’m just an idiot that fell for it.”

“I know they’ve always loved you Jensen and so do you but this is why we need to go talk to them. They can tell you themselves.”

“How do I believe them? They’re liars.”

“Jensen liars aren’t necessarily bad people. Everyone lies,” you said.

“Why are you defending them so hard?”

“Jensen...my dad was a drunk. A nice drunk. One that just smelled and fell asleep in front of the TV. He never hurt anyone. But he was still a drunk. Jensen your parents gave mine money to help with dad’s rehab costs. They fed me. They gave me a safe place away from the fighting. My sophomore year of college I got too drunk at a party and my parents were out of town on vacation. You know who picked me up? Your parents. I stayed in your room and sobered up. Jensen I am not their child and they have always treated me like I’m one of their own. If they feel that way about me, how do you think they actually feel about their own kid? I grew up my whole life knowing my parents aren’t perfect and I’m sorry you know what that’s like now too. But I don’t love my parents any less now than I did as a child. They screwed up. Your parents screwed up. It doesn’t mean that they are any less your parents today than they were yesterday.”

“...I didn’t know they helped with the rehab,” he said quietly.

“Our parents are friends after all. I wouldn’t be surprised if my dad is talking to yours right now telling him that it’s not the end of the world what happened.”

“You’re gonna make me go, aren’t you,” he said with a sigh.

“Yup. But I’m gonna go with you.” He dropped his forehead on your shoulder and took a deep breath. “Jay.”

“We’ll go up tonight,” he said. “Deal?”

“Deal,” you said.

“But...I have the condition that we move out your stuff of Andrew’s today,” he said.

“That is pretty okay with me,” you said. “Let’s take your truck too. I’d rather only have to make one trip.”

“Fingers crossed he’s not here,” you said when you walked into the apartment. Andrew was laying on the couch though, rolling his eyes as you stepped out of the foyer with Jensen.

“Bring your other boyfriend by?” said Andrew, flipping a channel on the TV.

“I thought I made it very clear last night that we’re over,” you said.

“Y/N, we both got heated was all,” he said. “He looks fine to me.”

“Andrew-”

“You didn’t fuck him last night, did you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“No I didn’t, not that it’s any of your business considering we’re done. I am here to get my stuff and that is it. Jensen, I have some shoes and coats in the front closet. Can you chuck those in a bag for me?” you asked. He nodded and went back into the foyer while you took a box into the bathroom. You tossed most everything in the cabinet in there, leaving the box in the bedroom while you got your clothes in some bags. You emptied your nightstand out and the closet, Jensen grabbing your stuff and carrying it out. You were nearly finished with some small things when Andrew wandered inside.

“Y/N. Come on. Don’t go. I got jealous of Jensen was all. It won’t happen again,” he said. “I promise.”

“Andrew,” you said as you stood up. “Last night was the last straw. I’ve been thinking about ending things for a long time. We both deserve to be with people that make us happy and I’m not that person for you and you’re not it for me and that’s okay.”

“Y/N we’ve been together for two years,” he said. “Engaged for one. You want to throw all of that away?”

“Andrew do you love me?”

“Of course I do.”

“No I mean do you really love me? Down in your soul love me?”

“Y/N I don’t do all that sappy shit, you know that.”

“I’m not talking about romantic crap. I mean...do you miss me even though you saw me two minutes ago. Do you get nervous when I’m five minutes late from work? Do you think about building a fort out of sheets in our bedroom and watching movies in it?” He stared at you and you shook your head. “Andrew you were a decent guy once but you’re not the guy for me. Learn to pick up after yourself too. Girls don’t want to your mom. They want to be your girlfriend.”

“You were the one with the Hollywood best friend,” he said. “How could I not be intimidated by that?”

“Because if you ever took a moment to know him, you would know that he wants me to be happy, no matter who the other person is. You’re just a selfish dick, Andrew. Grow up some before you find another girl.”

“Slut,” he said as he walked out.

“At least I know how to give an orgasm,” you said. You shoved some things back in a bag, Jensen turning into the room.

“I take it things ended very maturely,” he said.

“As mature as it was gonna get. This is the last of it,” you said.

“Let’s get you home then, Y/N.”

Six Hours Later

“Jensen. You have to get out of the car,” you said, parked in the driveway at his parents house.

“No. No, I don’t.”

“Well you haven’t peed in three hours and you’re gonna break at some point. I will be inside,” you said. You turned off the car and climbed out, Jensen crossing his arms in the front seat. You shook your head and knocked on the front door before you opened it, slipping inside. Your shoes came off and you walked to the back of the house, Jensen’s parents and siblings sat in the family room quietly. They all turned in your direction, his dad nodding. “He’s in the car. He’ll come inside when he’s ready...or has to pee. One or the other.”

“Thank you for bringing him here,” said his dad. You shook your head and took a seat on the couch, his sister a little miffed but the other three looked a bit blank.

“Guys he’s thirty, almost thirty one. Why did you not tell him when he was little?” you asked.

“Because it didn’t matter,” said his dad. “I haven’t thought of him as my adopted son since he was a baby. He’s just my son.”

“Your son is afraid that you guys don’t love him.” His mom shut her eyes and turned towards the back window. “He wants to know that you’ve always loved him unconditionally, that he was adopted because you loved him, not pitied him.”

“He had a heart murmur,” said his mom quietly. “That bitch and that asshole husband of hers got pregnant on accident. She didn’t realize until she was nearly six months. She was very petite. Skipping a period was normal for her so she never thought a thing of it until she gained a bit of weight. She was down visiting when she found out.”

“She didn’t want the baby. He didn’t want the baby. She spoke...crudely about it. It was very clear they didn’t want a child. But they spoke so horribly and they found the murmur and she hoped something would happen and…” said his dad.

“We looked at one another, Alan and I did, didn’t discuss it all and told them we’d adopt the baby when it was born. By the time three months later got there, the hole had sealed up and Jensen was perfectly healthy. We loved him before he was even born. We were there for him before he was born, when he was born. Everything was true what we said, it just wasn’t me that had him,” she said.

“Last year they tried to contact Jensen,” said his dad. You frowned and he nodded. “They said their son was a successful actor and they’d like to meet him. I told them to fuck right off. He was never their son. They didn’t love him. They didn’t give him a bottle. They didn’t clean up after him and hold him while he cried. They didn’t give a rat’s ass about him until they could brag about him. They hated him which is perfectly fine because we got him and he got a real family, one that never cared that he was a little bit different than the rest of us. We didn’t tell him because I haven’t thought about the fact my son is adopted in over twenty years. He’s just our kid to us. That’s it.”

“You could have just said that instead of just staring at me last night,” said Jensen quietly. You all turned in your seats, Jensen stepping out from the front hall. He stayed half hidden behind the wall and his mom was out of her seat quickly, Jensen stepping into the family room to meet her for a hug. “I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have swore at you like that.”

“No, we’re sorry, sweetie,” she said. “We didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” He took a seat beside you on the couch. He glanced at his dad and nodded. “Why’d they want to talk to me last year. They want money or something.”

“They make probably more than you do which is saying something. I think they wanted to be able to boast that their son was a big star,” said his dad.

“If I asked, would you tell me how to get in contact?”

“Yes, we would,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because you have that right.”

“What did they say about me. Before I was born. What made you pity me?” said Jensen. Your head snapped in his direction and he ignored you. “What was it? Were they going to try and get rid of me? Give me up for adoption? What?”

“We’re not telling you that,” said his mom as she took a seat. Jensen scoffed and she did it right back. “You do not get to-”

“I get to know whatever the fuck I want to about this situation,” he said.

“You don’t get to know that,” said his dad.

“It’s my life! I have the right-”

“You have the right but it doesn’t mean we’ll be fair,” he said. Jensen stared at him and his dad shut his eyes.

“What’d they say. What the fuck did they say to make you feel so terrible for me.”

“Jensen, just-” you said as he got up and walked in front of his dad.

“Tell me what the fuck she said!” shouted Jensen.

“Mom had a miscarriage,” said his brother quietly. He had his head in his hand, Jensen turning to face him. “When I was little. Before you. They said mom might not be able to have more kids. They were gonna adopt a baby whether it was you or somebody else. I think when your fucked up bio parents started talking about what pills she could start taking to help get rid of the baby early, mom and dad, who’d just found out they couldn’t have that...well I learned a lot of new swear words that day.”

“You had…” said Jensen as his mom looked down. “Is Kenzie-”

“She is biological. You saw me pregnant, sweetie,” she said. “But she was a very happy surprise.”

“We didn’t pity you. We were jealous,” said his dad. “We wanted you and then the more we got into the conversation we knew you had to be ours. We could love you and keep you safe and protect you. We’d never hurt you. We were scared of you being alone with those people. We didn’t know what they’d do. All we are guilty of is lying. Nothing more, Jensen.”

Jensen sat back on the couch beside you, biting his bottom lip before he caught his brother’s stare.

“Did...you...you know…” said Jensen. He smiled and nodded.

“You’re my little brother, dork. Always. I kinda forgot to be honest.”

“I think they should have told you. And me,” said his sister, Jensen smiling. “But nobody was trying to hurt you, Jensen. Everybody’s been calling and texting all day worried about you.”

“Sorry for ruining your birthday party,” said Jensen.

“You made it lively,” joked his brother. Jensen wiped off his face and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I’m sorry. I’m just...I got scared,” said Jensen. “You didn’t love me.”

“You’re kinda a dumbass, you know?” said his brother. Jensen laughed and nodded. His mom got up to hug him. You sneaked out as the rest of them joined him but not before a hand caught your shirt collar.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” said his dad. “This is a mandatory hug.”

You turned and joined them for a moment, Jensen relaxed when they broke apart.

“Okay?” you asked him and he nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks for dragging my butt up here,” he said. He gave you a kiss and you smiled, his whole family staring. “Y/N and I got together last night. She broke it off with her fiance. She’s staying at the house with me now...can you all stop smiling?”

“About time,” said his brother and sister.

“Shut up,” he said.

“You’ve been crushing on her since you were twelve,” said his brother.

“Jensen’s had a hard enough day. Let’s cut him some slack this time,” said his dad. He did smile though and you shook your head. “Well...now that that’s dealt with who wants ice cream?”

Two Hours Later

“Hey,” you said, taking a seat on the old swingset in the backyard beside Jensen. He kicked lightly, dragging his sneaker along the grass. “You okay? You never came up to bed.”

“Just feel stupid now, for reacting that way. I mean I threw up on you last night.”

“Not the first time and not the last,” you said. You swung over to the left and bumped him. “Jensen it wasn’t stupid. You were scared.”

“I don’t get scared like that. You were as cool as a cucumber and I was freaking out.”

“I have sat up with you crying my eyes out since I was a little girl. It’s your turn to be the freaking out one,” you said. He bumped you back and found your hand, grabbing it in his. “Don’t feel stupid over being human.”

“I’m really glad I called you,” he said.

“Me too. I needed to leave Andrew too. I really needed that,” you said. “I didn’t realize how unhappy I’ve been.”

“Promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“If this doesn’t work between us, and I am fully expecting it to work, but if it doesn’t or if the long distance element gets too hard...still best friends forever?”

“Always,” you said. You squeezed his hand and he pulled on it, brining your swing over closer. “What?”

“People will hate you just because you’re with me. They already hate me for stupid shit. It used to bother me. Some days...it still does. I can’t protect you from it,” he said.

“Jensen anytime you post me in anything I get called a slut. Andrew called me your whore to my face. I don’t give a flying fuck. I have a lifetime of thick skin. I can handle some petty little bitches. Your real fans are good. Don’t worry about the haters.”

“Just wanted to give you one last chance to back out,” he said. “Before I inevitably make you fall in love with me and spend the rest of my life with you. No pressure though.”

“Oh well when you put it like that,” you said. “I really should think about this.”

“You really should.” You hummed and tugged on his arm hard, spinning him over towards you. You caught his shoulders and planted a deep kiss on him, Jensen blinking when you broke it off.

“Satisfied with my answer?” you smiled.

“Very,” he said. “But you are very cold and we should go inside now.”

You followed him up to his old room, Jensen shutting the door after you. The bed was a full and you both could certainly fit if you really tried but it probably wouldn’t be all that comfortable.

“I have an idea,” he said, booping your nose. “Wait right here.”

He left and was gone a few minutes, returning with a mess of blankets. He laid them out on the floor and grabbed the covers off the bed along with the pillows.

“Looks perfect, Jensen,” you said. You gave him a side hug and saw a call from Andrew’s mom pop up on your phone. You wanted to ignore it but Jensen nodded and you sat on the bed, picking it up. “Hi, Karen.”

“What happened with you and Andrew? He just came home very upset and says you cheated on him with that Jensen guy.”

“Karen, that is not what happened,” you said, Jensen raising an eyebrow and listening in.

“Andrew says he’s willing to forgive you if you two go to couples counseling. Half the wedding is already paid for,” she said.

“I did not cheat. We broke up yesterday. I broke us up because I don’t love your son. I moved out today. I also told you not to put money down on anything. That is your fault if you did.”

“Y/N, I’m really trying here. Please come talk to Andrew. He’s willing to-”

“Your son is an ass, Karen and we are through,” you said. “Don’t call again.”

You hung up and tossed your phone aside, Jensen frowning at you.

“That sounds like it didn’t go well.”

“He’s now claiming I cheated on him. Forget all of them. I just want to lay down with you,” you said. He smirked and picked you up quickly, giggling as he spun you around and plopped you down on the floor. “You’re cute.”

“Am I?” he teased.

“Yes,” you said. You kissed his cheek and then his lips, Jensen laying down beside you. You knew he was still tired after the long day and broke it off, his hand quickly catching your cheek.

“Don’t stop doing that,” he said.

“Whatever you say, Jensen.”

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Procedural Notes: Patient #3 (FKA Hugo Jensen)

NOTE: [At the time of this audio recording, Mr. Hugo Jensen (NKA Norville Nerdlinger) has just begun the process, and is restrained. The identity of the speaker is unknown. This transcript is reproduced here in order to assist with identification of this man, who has since disappeared, absconding with an undisclosed amount of the process agonist. Efforts to locate him have, to date, been fruitless. If anyone knows anything about this man or his whereabouts, please report the information to Central Command.]

[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

Quiet, now. It’s no use struggling.

I’m not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite.

I see that look in your eyes, like you don’t think I could hurt you. You’re probably right. I’m not much of a fighter. But I know what you think of me, and other guys like me. I’ve been listening to you on the phone, you know. Hacked your telecommunications. What was it that you called me, on that call with the client yesterday?

Oh, yes, I remember. A walking pocket protector. I’ll admit, that was a new one for me. I’ve had “pencil-neck” and “four-eyes” and the good old-fashioned “nerd” lobbed at me before, but “walking pocket-protector”… Heck, it’s got a little poetry to it!

Shh. I know, it feels strange. It’s a little unsettling, at first, I’ll agree. But you’ll get used to it. It’ll go easier for you if you just relax and quit fighting it. In time, you’ll even begin to like it.

I’m sorry about the gag. Unfortunately, it’s just the beginning of the process, so I have to leave it in for…twenty-three more minutes, at least, if my calculations are correct.

Ha! Who am I kidding – my calculations are always correct.

I can see from your eyes that you hate my guts right now. That, too, will change.

You see, what’s about to happen to you isn’t out of the ordinary, or even very noteworthy. As far as I can tell, it happens to a lot of guys, especially those that zip through their twenties and then hit that speed bump called thirty, bank accounts empty and career opportunities shot. Those of us who didn’t win the genetic lottery couldn’t get by just on our looks and our charisma, like you did.

I remember how it felt when I was in high school, and guys like you were all A+ students and perfect jocks, too… gosh, it’s enough to make me swear.

But no. You couldn’t leave well enough alone. You couldn’t just be a jock, be good at sports, and leave the academics to the rest of us. We didn’t ask for much, you know. We just wanted to be left alone in our science labs, and in our tutorials, in our lives.

There's no escaping guys like you. You’re everywhere, and you’re spreading. For a time, we ignored it. Figured it was some kind of anomaly. But it wasn’t – it was a trend. And despite the fact that we didn’t see it coming, we are now prepared for its end.

Like I mentioned – it won’t surprise most people to see you change. Maybe a few of your close friends will worry about you. Express some concern. But by that point, you’ll already have accepted your new self. You’ll be able to say “This is just who I am,” and it’ll be their choice how to proceed. That’s a side benefit, by the way, of the process. You get to find out who your real friends are – and, spoiler alert: they’re not exactly big football fans.

You have to be prepared for some major shake-up in your life, though. The good thing about the process is that it won’t faze you in the slightest. Everything will be gee-whiz gosh-darn super-duper spiffy keen neat-o, if anyone asks, and for you, it will be.

Now, I know those terms are a little outdated. We’ve had to make a bit of an adjustment to the process in your case. The earlier version wasn’t quite strong enough for you, so we’ve had to over-compensate in a few directions. You won’t just be a little bit nerdy, you know, a couple of odd quirks, some new hobbies. For example, Derek – well, that’s his dead name, he goes by Derwood now – Derwood can sometimes get by in normal society. He even kept a few of his old friends. He’s just more into things like superhero movies, and he’s left behind all knowledge or passion for sports. I think I even saw him reading a comic book the other day, come to think of it.

But that’s not going to be you. Oh, sure, you might develop a taste for superhero movies, but if you do, it won’t just be a passing interest. You’ll become a rabid fan. I believe…obsessive…is the operative word, in fact. Yes, you see, that earlier version of the process would have worn off, and you’d have been back to your old self in no time, which would wreak havoc on your psyche, not to mention put our entire operation in jeopardy. We can’t have that.

It looks like some time has passed, but not quite enough for me to remove the gag yet. Do you feel your perfect white teeth shifting around in your gums, almost impatiently? Nod once for yes.

You don’t have to nod at all, not if you don’t want to. I don’t need you to confirm for me what I can already see happening in your eyes. Speaking of your eyes – how’s your vision? I can see you starting to squint every now and then. Trying to see past that blur? Don’t worry. I’ve already got your glasses, right here, for when it gets too bad for you to see. Talk about your Coke-bottle lenses - my calculations again predict that you’ll settle somewhere around…hm…negative six diopters, which is even worse than mine.

To put it simply: you won’t even be able to read the big E on the eye chart without your glasses on.

I know, you’ve never been to the optometrist in your life. You never needed to. And don’t think about getting contact lenses, either. I mean, go ahead and try, if you really want to embarrass yourself.

Oh, I can see it now: timid, nerdy little guy like you, shuffling into the doctor’s office – you say you want to get contact lenses, and they get you in the back for a fitting. They show you how to do it, you know, hold your eyelids apart and then just plop the lens on there. But you have to do it three times before they’ll let you leave with them, and you won’t even be able to get one in, because you’ll keep blinking it out. I wish I could be there to see it, honestly – you, all frustrated, trying to swear, but only able to say things like “Fudge!” and “Gosh darn it!”

It’ll be so beautiful. I’m getting teary just thinking about it.

I’m glad you’re starting to settle down a bit. Let me know when you need your glasses. Maybe while we wait, I’ll get started on your hair. That trendy fade has got to go, and so does that scruff on your face. At the start, you’ll have to shave a lot, but as the process continues, you’ll start producing more of a 5-alpha reductase enzyme. This will convert your testosterone into dihydrotestosterone, or DHT, which will actually miniaturize your follicles. Kind of like using a shrink ray on them! Oh, and there will be no taking of inhibitors, like finasteride or anything like that – our process contains a potent agonist, with an affinity of 0.25 to 0.5 nM for the human androgen receptor.

It’s all very scientific, I assure you. And with the miniaturization of your follicles, your sebaceous glands will begin to over-produce sebum, which results in – you guessed it! Acne. Pimples. Zits. I know you’ve never had to deal with that before, so I’m just preparing you for it now. Pizza-face, I think the popular nickname is. Get ready for a lot of that.

Let’s see…what else can I tell you.... Gosh, this is kind of like the orientation for a new job, isn’t it? Ah, yes. I know. Speaking of jobs...

Yeah, this is the tough part. It’s all very natural, I assure you. Just like with your friends, your co-workers will come to see you in a different way. I know you have quite a few cutthroat underlings who would eat one another alive to get your corner office, and the moment they sense you’re not as much of a threat as you used to be, they’ll swarm.

I give it two weeks, tops, until you’re gone. If you choose that road. Or you could make it much easier on yourself and resign. You won’t be financially ruined – not with all that new information surging through your brain – you’ll be an asset to the right company, the right department. Maybe IT will take you. Or accounting. Maybe you won’t work corporate. Maybe you’ll work retail.

God, that’s cruel even for me. I wouldn’t wish retail on anyone, even a jerk like you. But there’s no telling what could happen. For all I know, once the process has completed, you could end up one of those Geek Squad guys at Best Buy! Have you seen the uniform they have to wear? It’s company-mandated dress code. You’ve seen them, haven’t you? White, short-sleeve, button-down shirt. Black polyester clip-on necktie; black, pleated trousers; black lace-up shoes…and white socks. Yes, white socks, kept completely spotless and bright. All this is enforced, too, with routine inspections, to make sure you’re being compliant!

You see, there’s really an infinity of possibilities for you. If anything, this is a new chance for you – a fresh start. I know it feels scary, all this change. But change is the only constant. Everything is always in flux. Heck, every seven years, your entire body regenerates – every cell is new and different, so why shouldn’t your personality and identity change, too?

It’s logical, isn’t it? Nod once for yes.

Good! You’re starting to come around, aren’t you? Like I said, it won’t be so bad if you just accept it. If you don’t fight it. That sudden urge to position your tongue up behind your teeth when you say ess. Eth. Eth. How your voice keeps breaking, and in the most unfortunate ways, and at the most unfortunate times – all of this is being etched into your muscle memory as I speak to you.

There isn’t much longer now until I can remove your gag, and I can see that the physical alterations are beginning. Too bad all that hard work at the gym all these years is so easily eroded by our process, but then, those muscles were mostly for show, weren’t they? Well, no longer. It isn’t exactly sarcopenia, but it’s close. You’ll be at least one and a half, possibly two, standard deviations below the relevant population mean, and no amount of exercise will restore your former abilities.

Yes, the ropes are looser now, because you’re much smaller. Rapid onset muscle deterioration. You could struggle out of them. Maybe you could even escape. You could try. But there’s no way you’d make it very far without your glasses. Who would believe you, anyway? What would you even say?

Like I said, you might as well give in. It’s not so bad, once you get used to it. And you’ll have me. I’ll be with you for the whole beginning process, so you can acclimate to your newly nerdy life. You won’t be able to continue living in that luxe apartment you’ve got – no, you’ll be moving into a nice little basement apartment I’ve got fixed up for you, in the suburbs outside the city. The landlords have just got it refurbished, with some nice wood paneling, and there’s a spare twin bed that should be just your size! There’s also tons of room on the walls to put up all your posters. You won’t need much room for anything else, really. You definitely won’t be needing that enormous closet of tailored, fitted button-down shirts, or all those sneakers, definitely not those expensive Under Armour boxer-briefs. What a waste. No, the new you is way more frugal with his money, seeing as he’s paid so little of it. The new you doesn’t even think that much about clothes, or fashion.

This must be a lot to handle. Maybe I should have a little mercy on you.

Tell you what. I’ll let you choose your underwear. How’s that, pal? That make you feel any better? Nod once for yes.

See, I’m not that bad. That’s right. So, here. You can choose…Hanes, or Fruit of the Loom?

Oh, I see. You thought I meant what kind of underwear. Haha, no. You’ll be wearing tighty-whities from now on. Sorry, them’s the rules. Besides, you won’t need much support…down there, if you catch my drift!

Don’t look so horrified. You won’t even notice that it’s gone. Mostly. You’ll still have some length, just, you know, not a lot. You won’t be able to call it a “cock” or a “dick” ever again, either. Oh, look how cute – you’re blushing just hearing me say it! You might call it something else, like your ding-a-ling, or your wiener.

Okay, okay, I can tell you’re getting embarrassed, you’ve gone all red and blotchy in your cheeks. We don’t have to talk about the … “no-no place” anymore, little buddy.

All right. Here’s your glasses. I’ll just set them on your nose, for you…there. Wow, they sure do make your eyes look tiny!

I can tell you’re getting near to the end of the process, and I’m curious to see how big your two front teeth have gotten. From that bump in your upper lip…gosh, it looks like you might be giving Bugs Bunny a run for his money!

You’ve really been behaving better, so I’ll bring you a mirror, okay? So you can see for yourself. I must say, it’s already quite the improvement. I wasn’t expecting your hair to turn so red, or get so curly. Maybe if you can’t get a job at Best Buy, you could run away and join the circus as a clown!

I’m just horsing around with you, pal. Don’t pass out on me. You promise not to scream? I hate it when they scream. Nod once for yes.

You’re a little excited, aren’t you? It’s okay. You can tell me. I bet you get a little more excitable than you used to. Maybe you even get a little clumsy, with the loss of all that hand-eye coordination. Trip over your own two feet and go sprawling.

But who knows. There’s so much potential.

And you’re just the beginning, too. Let’s just say that my proposal for introducing you to the process wasn’t well-received by Central. What do they know? They have this power, and they don’t use it. Well, you snooze, you lose, by golly! If you have a gift, you use it, otherwise it goes to waste.

Anyway. Enough of the supervillain speech. You don’t need to know anything more. It’ll probably be wiped out in the massive crush of nerdy trivia about Star Trek and Star Wars that’s going to download into your brain soon, anyway.

So, this is it. Are you ready to see? Nod once for yes, and I’ll pull the cloth off this mirror here.

Alrighty, dweeb, you asked for it. Here goes.

Say salutations to the new you!

[END TRANSCRIPT]

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What are your thoughts on Chuck? Do you think he’s a good villain?

Yes and No.

He had the potential to be an absolutely fantastic villain. I loved the meta madness of the whole thing. The concept of the writer of the story being the final villain, the fact that by making Chuck the bad guy they have managed to tie in moments from basically the entire series which seems intentional but was totally a happy accident (like the very episode the introduced Chuck being called “the monster at the end of this book”) Just *chefs kiss* perfection.

Supernatural has always had this way of being this amazing, awe inspiring, beautifully poetic story, by complete and total accident.

All the best things about Supernatural were NOT intentional.

I seriously mean that. Whenever the writers actually TRY to be clever they fucking fail miserably and the writing shows that. The finale is proof that by trying to be clever by “going full circle” and “taking it back to the start” they basically destroyed everything they had built like children having a tantrum and smashing their sand castles.

The unintentional things are masterpieces

Dean going to Hell and the introduction of angels

Castiel in general sticking around past 3 episodes (and becoming the greatest character in pop culture history and no I don’t take criticism on this stance).

Chuck being seen as God by the fandom long before the writers ever deciding that he was (and then rolling with it because it was a popular fan theory).

Destiel. Just. Destiel. (It IS the greatest love story ever told and no I don’t take criticism on this stance either)

Dean’s repression and multi layers of personality and character growth (a lot due to Jensen being a fucking spectacular actor and not as a result of the writers many of whome have constantly fought against Dean’s growth and tried to force him back into that dudebro womaniser macho toxic masculine role even though that hasn’t fit Dean since Season 1)

Sam’s traumatic recovery from Lucifer that crops up every now and again which is purely thanks to Jareds acting and nothing to do with scripts because the writers never bother to remember the trauma Sam has gone through at Lucifers hands.

Whereas the things that they keep bringing back over and over again constantly fail to impress:

The brothers rehashed arguments season after season

One brother dies, the other mourns, makes a deal, things go bad, another brother dies, on and on and on in a constant viscious circle of mysery that stopped being interesting in season 5 (and thats being generous)

Lucifer. Just. Lucifer in general passed season 5. Fucking hell he should have stayed gone after Hallucifer in Season 7

Anything written by Brad Buckner and Eugenie Ross Leming

The British Men of Letters - what the FUCK was that?

The general need to include pointless brother only MOTW episodes therefore wasting half a season EVERY season and making up more and more lame excuses which make no sense for why Castiel isn’t with them when everyone knows that Castiel’s presence makes the episodes better.

Anyway, when I say yes and no about Chuck, I mean that I LOVE the potential the Chuck/God being the villain brings. I loved the deeper concepts that WE as FANS came up with once that plot twist was revealed. I still fawn over meta written about the implications of Chuck as the writer being the villain and the characters having to literally break free of their own story in order to gain true character freedom away from the confines of a show constantly held back by conflicting writer choices, a homophobic asshole network, and too many people like Bob Singer lurking around set all the time like a bad penny.

But the actual Chuck as a villain in the actual canon plot of the show? Lame. Lame and too much missed potential.

Chuck’s whole point as a villain was that he was trapping the characters in a story not of their own free will. They were manipulated by him like puppets right? Even if you interpret it as him standing back and only occassionally nudging them in the direction of his story rather than full on puppeteering, the point is that as the villain of the story, he should have been defeated. The problem with Supernatural’s final season and in particular it’s final episode, is that he wasn’t.

If Supernatural had ended with the brothers truly defeating Chuck, and therefore truly breaking free from his story and getting the endings they deserved, with the people they loved, then looking back now, I would consider the whole narrative of season 15 and consider Chuck a fantastic villain, because had the brothers actually broken free, we would have seen just how high the stakes were. We would have understood how badly Chuck had destroyed the potential happiness the brothers COULD have had. It would have been phenomenal for the show to go out on a bang where the final defeat of Chuck meant we as an audience could have seen just what the brothers had missed out on for all the years they were nothing more but his characters. By given us an ending the brothers actually deserved, to see them free with their loved ones, their found family, happy and alive and just getting to LIVE, then the impact of Chuck’s villainy would have been so much more powerful.

But Chuck won, not because he was a good villain, or more powerful than any other villain and able to overpower the brothers, but because the brothers once supposedly free, did exactly what they would have done in Chuck’s narrative, therefore rendering any high stakes or power Chuck supposedly had totally pointless. The finale episode told us as the audience that “the brothers were always going to follow Chuck’s script, even WITH their own free will”. Which begs the question; did Chuck have any power at all? Or would those stupid codependent idiotic Winchesters have gone and done exactly what he wanted all along anyway? Not only did the finale render Chuck pointless, it rendered the entire narrative of the show to that point pointless. It rendered the whole message of Supernatural completely irrelevant.

So do I think Chuck was a good villain? Yes and No. Yes, because of what could have been, and No, because of what unfortunately was.

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He Was a Satyr Boy

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Satyr X Female!Human Warning: Fluff, Respecting boundaries, Penetration, Satyr and human relationship, Critical Role mentioned, timid or shy characters

Word Count: 8604

A shy Satyr catches the interest of the cute comic book store girl

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Today is slower than usual. Generally, comic book stores aren't super busy on a workday but today was especially boring. I've gotten all my work done around noon leaving several more hours of my shift left to fuck about. I lean against the glass counter near the register and look over the empty store. I huff and try to entertain myself by reading the posters around the room for the hundredth time.

Reading the green lantern motto for the 6th time I'm ecstatic to hear the chime of the front door. Looking over I see a satyr walk in. I immediately notice his antlers protruding from his curly brown hair. He is a skinny man, not particularly tall. Might be the same height as me if I were to guess. An inch or two taller. He is sort of cute, not my normal type but still eye candy. Especially wearing a fitted hoodie and loose pants. He has a softness to him, a gentle aura.

I don't call out to him, welcoming him to the store. I just watch as he shoves his hands into his pouch then looks around way too much. As he walks further inside he catches my eye. He gives a curt nod then walks around with his head down. I watch as he paces through each aisle before stopping at the books. He skims through them and picks out two. He cradles them close to his side then makes his way to the register. Only briefly glancing at me he sets the items on the counter.

"This all," I ask. He glances up and nods.

"Yes, this is all. I don't have money for more, your stuff is expensive," he sort of rambles. Edge of my lips quirks at him. I scan his items and wait on him to either pull out a card or cash. He fumbles with his pockets to his loose pants and pulls out a wallet. He produces a card and swipes it to the machine.

He pays and a receipt prints. I push the books to him and hand him the paper. He doesn't say anything as I pass him his things. He takes them quietly and nods before heading to the door.

"Have a nice day," I surprise myself by calling out. It seems to have startled him too. He looks over and gives a nervous smile.

"You too." With that, he leaves. I watch till the door closes, a little captivated by his departure. When I finally look away to the now empty store I hardly notice to half-smile gracing my face.

I'm a little confused to see him the next day around the same time. The store is a little more full, normal for a Tuesday since there is a sale going on for comic books. Perhaps that's why he is back? I try not to pay him any mind as I ring up people but I can't stop glancing at him curiously. He wonders around the store, catching eyes with me a few times. This piques my interest even more.

I barely listen to the man rambling on and on about god knows what. I give him a few nods but couldn't care less. I keep glancing over his shoulder at the nervous satyr browsing the store. I'm not sure why I'm so inquisitive but he is keeping my attention. Perhaps its why he is back after saying he had no money. Or the fact he isn't even looking at the comics that are on sale. What could he possibly need?

I lose focus on him when someone comes up with a question.

"Do you guys have any captain marvel comics," a stout woman asks.

"Far-right wall, under the popular section," I point behind her. I hope this is the end of the conversation but sadly it isn't.

"Oh. Can you show me, I didn't see it over there," she gives an apologetic smile. I look over at the satyr, then back at her.

"Yea, come on," I walk from around the counter. I lead her to the right wall. She keeps asking questions even when I found the box for her. She draws on so long my coworker works the register and checks out the satyr. I see he bought another DnD book, Just the one. He leaves before I even get back to the counter.

I don't see him the next day, hardly surprised. I actually don't think about him, having no reason to. My fascination is but a product of boredom mixed with seeing someone so cute. I've never seen him before, knowing most of the people around the town. It's rare to see someone new and even more rare to see them two days in a row. Still, it seems he is gone now.

I think as such till I see him Thursday. I don't notice anyone walked in as I clean the glass countertop. It isn't until he sets his item down beside me that I acknowledge him. I give him a confused look for a second, wondering what he is doing back here.

"Hi," he curtly smiles, "I forgot the monster guide." I look from him to the book, another DnD guide.

I look back up at him," so you did." He nods as I grab the book. I scan it and prepare the machine for him to pay. I watch him pull out his wallet, I felt the need to fill the silence.

"You know we hold campaigns here every Thursday night," I cock a brow at him. He seems to startle before staring back.

"Oh," he tilts his head. His hair brushes over his forehead and the corners of my mouth quirk.

"They are run by Steven who set it all up, anyone is welcome. Starts tonight around 7, if your interested," I inform.

"Oh, thanks but I don't think that would be good for me. I'm busy around then but thank you. I appreciate you telling me. I guess you figure from all the books I've bought that id be playing this but it's just to read. I don't actually play, I've just been watching a campaign online. I wanted to follow along, you know," he rambles. I don't feel like interrupting, just resting my elbow on the counter. "It's a good show, very funny. I don't know if you have heard of it, but you might have. Its a bunch of voice actors playing DnD, so they get to use their acting skills to bring the characters to life. It's super neat," he continues.

"Critical role?" I cock a brow.

He grins widely, "yea, do you watch it?"

I tilt my head and regard him," not really." He deflates, it almost makes me wanna lie just to get him to ramble some more.

"Well, it's worth a listen. Even if it's super long," he collects his book off the counter," well ill see you around. Bye." I wave then he turns and walks out. I watch him the entire time, huffing in amusement when his antlers scratch against the door.

I stand back up with a little smile, "what an adorable man."

I stay a bit after, organizing some of the figurines in the displays. I know I'm sticking around just to see if he shows up, I'm not going to convince myself otherwise. I'm also not surprised to see he doesn't show up. Which is fine, it was a bit last minute so I can't expect him to not have plans.

It is a surprise when he shows up next week.

The week was slow and I hardly thought of the cute satyr. I noticed he hasn't been back since last Thursday but that was the extent of my thoughts. By Wednesday I've forgotten him, mostly.

Thursday night comes and I'm sorting through the comics for ones that don’t belong. I hear the gang setting up near the back. Getting the table together and their items out. I finger through the thin booklets, pulling out any that wasn’t Batman. I lose focus when I hear the bell at the front door. I look up and chuckle when I see the satyr. I stop what I'm doing and head over. Noticing immediately that he was fidgeting. He was looking around a lot and bouncing from leg to leg. He stops when he catches my eye.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I was a little confused about where the campaign takes place. I looked on the website and it said that it happens in the store, which is what you said, but I don’t know where in here it is and I didn’t want to just walk on in and wander around," he nervously laughs," it is tonight right?"

my lips quirk," Yes." I won't elaborate, seeing if he will talk some more.

"Oh, good," he looks behind me then back at me," I've been looking through the books. Good reads, it's so elaborate. Still, it’s a lot to learn. I tried to do a crash course on them last Thursday but I was too worried id make a fool of myself. So that’s why I didn’t show up, I didn’t want to be the one asking all the questions. It would take away from the fun of everyone else. I mean I still might ask questions, there is a lot to learn. I hope that no one minds a newbie joining. I really studied, which sounds weird to study for a hobby, but I was nervous. You know, I might actually just watch, or come back later. I don’t want to take the fun from everyone else." I listen to his ramblings, cocking a brow as he tries to talk himself into leaving. Deciding to help him out I step beside him so we are both facing the room. I notice that he is just an inch or so taller than me.

"Come on," I nudge his shoulder then walk ahead. He startles but follows along, keeping his hands in his hoodie pockets. I smirk to myself as I lead him to the back. Once we turn the corner the patrons perk up. All of them looking towards us curious. I glance over at the satyr and see he is hiding in himself. Bunching his shoulders and ducking his head into his jacket. I nearly coo at the sight.

"Who's this," Steve asks with a friendly smile. I don’t answer but nudge the Satyr to speak up. He jumps, staring over at me shocked before looking back at the group.

"Uh, I'm Jensen," he nods in greeting," hello." I quirk a smile at the greeting. Jensen.

"Well, howdy there Jensen. What brings you to our little hobble," Carley asks before anyone else could. Jensen looks from her then back to me. I nod towards the group as encouragement.

"I'm here for the, uh, campaign," he nearly stutters. I find myself taking a step closer to the poor lad. Matt notices and passes me a glance, raising a brow. I pay him no mind and wait for Jensen to join the group.

"Well that’s great, we always have room for another traveler," Steven shouts jovially," please come sit." I look from the gang to Jensen, content with his wide grin. He walks forward and takes a seat between Matt and Steven. I take one more look at the lads before turning to leave.

"Would you like to join," Carley calls. I turn to face them, the words 'no' ready on my lips. I'm a bit surprised to see Jensen practically begging me with his eyes. Watching me with bated breath for my answer. I'm still ready with the 'no' but looking at him makes me want to change my mind.

I have never played with the group, having been invited nearly every night. I generally have things to do and rather get home quickly once they finish up. It's not like I have anything pressing at home, I just rather be there. I begin to doubt my choice, near caving just to get to spend time with the nervous Jensen.

"Ok," I answer shortly. I nearly smile when I see Jensen's little grin. He has a cute smile.

"Really," Matt tilts his head. I don’t answer but walk towards the table. I grab a chair from the wall and sit on the opposite end of Steve. I look at the three's suspicious faces, knowing they are probably trying to figure out any reason why I'd choose now to join. Of course, the genius bunch looks towards Jensen and piece together their own theories. I'm not above admitting it, I want to hang out with him. He is cute and I find his rambling adorable. Depending on how tonight goes I may develop a crush.

The night goes alright, everyone was boisterous and engaged. Everyone seemed to have fun, including me. Jensen was shy at the start but grew into his own as everyone kept him included. I appreciated that. I didn’t want to be the only one trying to keep him out of his shell. Id hates to look over and see him cave into himself with nerves.

Around two hours later the gang packs up and says their goodbyes. I walk away before they could start interrogating me, getting started on the work I put off. Once I hear the chime of the bell I head back over to the table, startling when I see Jensen still packing up. I grin to myself and head over, sitting across from him.

He looks up and smiles," Hey." I nod in greeting," man those guys are so nice. The woman, Carley was it, she gave me some of her dice. They look so cool, got a holo look to it. Reminds me of opals, it's so cool." he holds the 20-sided die up and rotates it back and forth. Showing off the rainbow reflection on it.

"So ill take it you had fun," I cross my arms and lean back in the chair. I smile at him, feeling his own grin to be contagious. He looks from the die back to me, his toothy grin making me feel gushy.

"Yea, it was so grand. Steven has such an imagination on him, this wasn’t what I expected at all," he leans onto the table with his elbows," I can't wait to come back and partake in whatever the next adventure will be. I might try being a sorcerer next time. That is if we are allowed to change our characters. I like mine right now but I do wanna experience the other classes. Does he do different campaigns every time?"

"Yes," I nod.

"That’s great! I'm so glad I came, I was so nervous that I paced around my apartment before coming here. I figured since I just moved here it wouldn’t hurt to make some friends but I was nervous mostly for that reason, not knowing anyone. It helped that I know you, I was really banking on you being here. If you weren't I would have probably walked out," he nervous laughs, looking at the table," also thanks for joining, I could tell it isn't something you usually do."

"No problem, it was fun," I answer honestly.

We chat for a little longer before I have to shut down the store. He leaves shortly before, promising he will be back next week. I find myself getting a little giddy at the idea of seeing him again. Tonight went well, I think I can confidently say I have a crush on him.

He visits twice before Thursday, one of the days I heard from Matt when he was the one working. The day I got to see him was nice, we chatted a bit before it got busy and he left. Along with his two visits, I've been getting the 2nd degree from Matt.

"So you like him," he cocks a brow as he lounges against the counter. I shrug noncommittedly, knowing it's going to rowel him up. He drops his head back and groans at my non-answer," Don’t give me that. I don’t know the last time you were interested in someone, I've only heard stories of your past boyfriends. The tall hunky lads with more muscles than sense. So excuse me for wanting to boy talk with you." I pass him a glance, debating on being a prude with my thoughts. It was none of matt's business on who I liked and didn’t like. Still, I'd admit that the idea of gossiping is tempting.

"Yes, I have a thing for him," I bite my cheek to stop from smiling. I don’t need him poking fun just yet. He startles at my words, perhaps shocked I even said anything.

He twists around and leans his elbows on the table," I was just teasing before, I didn’t think you actually wanted him. He is so not part of your portfolio, he is so timid and lithe. Hard contrast to your previous interest." I pass him a cheeky grin while pretending to read the magazine in front of me.

"He is cute, and I think his ramblings are adorable," I answer. Matt deadpans at me, not really getting what I'm saying.

"You like his ramblings? What happened to the woman who dated big bulky men, hell the last dude I heard you dated was an orc. Like how would you go from something that big to someone like Jensen," he tilts his head trying to catch my eye. I glance at him but continue to look at the pages.

"I just like him, not everything has to be dissected and viewed from every angle. I think he is cute and I enjoy his company," I answer bluntly. Not everything has to be over analyzed to its basic form. I don’t have to uproot my childhood to figure out why I find Jensen so attractive. I just do, and that’s ok.

Matt doesn’t like my answers but he leaves me alone after another five minutes of arguing.

Thursday comes quickly to my joy. The gang sets up and Jensen shows up shortly after they do. I watch him walk from the door straight to the back, resting his bag on the table as he too sets up. I stay in the corner, finishing up my work. I'm content on just sitting this one out, but of course, if he asks I can't say no.

"Where is she," Jensen asks as he looks around.

Steven looks up at him," she is working. She generally doesn’t contribute to these things."

"Oh," Jensen looks dejected. I actually feel bad for having to work. I guess if I rush I could come over for a little. I bite my cheek as I try to figure out anything I could close early.

Around an hour later I make some time, skipping out on stocking for the night. I can just do it tomorrow anyway. I step around the bookshelf and watch the table from the sidelines. Listening to Steven paint the picture, then the gang reacting. I watch Jensen for a bit, smiling a little as I see the enjoyment on his face.

I startle when Carley calls outs," You just going to stand there or you going to sit down?" Everyone turns to me, only Steven turns back to the table.

"Oh hey," Jensen grins," Come, sit." he pulls out the chair next to him. I walk over and take the offered seat, not missing Matt's big smile.

I spend the next hour listening to and watching their game. Keeping quiet on the sidelines just enjoying their jovial behaviors. The mission comes to an end, leaving on a happy note. I stretch and get up before the others could begin packing. I wave to the group and go back to closing.

I count out the register as Jensen stops by the counter," Hi." I finish off the set of ones and give him a friendly smile.

"Hi," I say back.

"Watcha doing," he rests his elbows on the counter.

"Counting out the drawer, make sure I'm not missing anything," I answer as I count out the twenties.

"Are you the manager here or owner," he asks. I get what he is doing, trying to start up a conversation. I appreciate the company, so I answer.

"I'm technically a manager, but it feels like I'm the owner most of the time," I shuffled up all the money and places them back in the drawer.

"Why is that," he watches as I close out the register.

"I do everything here. I make the calls, stock the store, fix the store, advertise for the store. I think the owner just wanted to own a comic book store but not actually run one," I walk around the counter and to the backroom. Jensen follows, staying at the door when we get to the office. He keeps me company as I deal with the paperwork of the day. Dealing with return receipts and new stock.

The night feels like it goes by quickly, probably Jensen to blame for that. He is nice to talk to. Once he comes out of his shell he is funny. Still rambles but it's with fewer nerves and more just enjoyment of the topic. I finished up my work about twenty minutes ago but I didn’t want to send him away just yet. I'm content listening to him talk about his job as a Graphic Designer. He seems to be very passionate about it, grinning widely as he talks.

The conversation starts to die down as we both begin to yawn. I look over at the clock and see we are forty-minute past close. We both decide its time to leave. I walk him to the door and he waits for me as I lock up. I turn back to him and prepare for goodbye.

"Well, today was nice. Thanks for chatting with me, I didn’t mean to make you stay so late. I know I tend to talk too much, I get it can be a little annoying so don’t be scared to tell me to shut up," he tries to laugh but it’s a little self-deprecating. I watch him for a minute, probably making him feel uncomfortable.

I find myself sputtering out the first thing that came to mind," Do you wanna go out sometime?"

He startles, "What?"

"Do you," I point to him," Want to go out with me," I point to myself. He still seems lost.

"Uh," he short circuits, not really getting what I'm saying. He looks uncomfortable and I can't lie, it hurts a little.

"Hey, you don’t have to. It's ok if you don’t," I try to give him an out.

He shakes from his stupor, "No, I want to. I'm just a bit shocked."

I regard him curious," Shocked? Why?"

"well," he rubs the back of his neck," its just-because- you know."

I smile," No I don't think I do know."

"Its cause- because," he huffs," Because you are you. The super hot comic store girl. I didn’t think you would like me." I can't stop my chuckle. I've never had a guy assume I wasn’t into them, especially when I feel I've been obvious.

"Well, I do. So would you like to see a movie this weekend," I try again since he never really answered.

"yea," he grins widely," I'd love to."

I give Jensen my number and tell him to write. We depart with dorky grins on our faces, leaving for our respective homes.

The weekend comes quick and I meet Jensen at the store. We walk together in a bit of awkward silence. I can basically feel his tension rolling off him. I can't help but try to think of ways to relax him, make him feel comfortable. So I ask him about his job and he takes the in. This seems to work until we make it to the theater. when we go to sit his tension rise again. I try to keep the conversation going but when the movie starts its harder to keep him calm.

I watch him out the corner of my eye the entire film. He fidgets his hand in his lap, not really focusing on the movie. I feel bad he cant enjoy this. I'm running out of things to try, so I go for broke and grab his hand. I interlock my fingers with his and rest them on the armrest. His grip is a bit tight so I rub my thumb to his skin in an attempt to calm him down. Surprisingly it works, he loosens his grip with a sigh. He gives me a quick squeeze then leans back in his seat. I go for broke again when I lay my head on his shoulder. He jumps but doesn’t do anything to push me away. I will take the win.

The movie ends and it wasn’t that great. Probably should have picked a better one. Still, I had fun, only because it was with Jensen. After we got up he grabs my hand again and we walked out together. It was sweet, which is something I never had with my exes. They were a bunch of dumb jocks looking for their next nut. It was fine at the time because I wasn’t expecting much but it was unfulfilling. This, with Jensen, feels good.

We walk back to the store where we chat under the awning. With a brief hug, we part ways, making plans on the phone for another date. I sit in bed that night smiling like an idiot, not wanting to put the phone down till I nearly pass out on my own.

We go on a few more dates after that, nothing getting too intimate besides a kiss on the cheek. We see movies, go out for dinner or go to one of our places to cook. Then every Thursday we talk for hours, even texting once we got home. I like him a lot.

One day while talking at the store he kisses me. I'm startled when it happens, he gets embarrassed and tries to back away. I don’t let him get far and kiss him. Since then the relationship has gotten more intimate. Spending dates snobbing anywhere private like a pair of teenagers. He shocked the gang one night when he kisses me hello. They all had their guesses but we never gave them answers. Since then they have taken to picking fun of us, trying their best to get us to blush. Of course, I was a little harder to crack than Jensen. Still, it was cute to see him get all flustered. Sometimes I joined in on the teasing and give a big kiss to his cheek.

As much touching as we have done we never have gotten around to discussing sex. It was becoming more prominent as some make out sessions left us both a bit bothered. He never initiated anything so I didn’t push, it was fine. But one night while we are sitting on my bed talking he surprises me.

We lounge on my bed looking through his phone at videos he saved. One thing leads to another and we start making out. I have my fingers buried in his soft curly hair, my other hand petting over his chest. I want to badly run it under his shirt, feel his skin on mine. I don’t try to push my luck, wanting him to take the leap.

His fingers clench at my hips making my insides burn. He hesitates in the kiss, but not stopping as his hands play with the hem of my shirt. He slides them under my shirt, gliding them over my hips up to my waist. I find myself gasping and leaning back. Our breath mingles together as I wait for his next move. I can feel his finger shake as he tries to move up but he can't bring himself to do it. I resume petting over his chest, leaning up and kissing his cheek. Telling him in actions that it's ok to go on.

He gains some of his nerves and smooths his hand over my skin. Petting and groping up to my bra. His breath stutters as his thumb timidly traces over the fabric. His breathing stops when he hooks a finger underneath, sliding over till his index touches my boob. He sucks in a gasp, pausing his hand as he catches his breath. I continue kissing his neck and petting his hair. Giving him all the time he needs.

Jensen rests his head against mine before moving to cup my chest. He sighs, tickling my head with his breath. His palms are warm against me, if not a little sweaty. He gropes softly, rubbing his thumb over my hardening nipple.

"so soft," he mumbles to himself. I peck his neck in answer. He continues to grope and squeeze, content in just this for the time being.

Soon he leans back and tugs at my shirt. Asking with his eyes if I could take it off. I don’t even hesitate, I lean back and pull the clothing off. I throw it onto the floor. When I look back at Jensen I nearly laugh, he is captivated by my nearly bare torso. I grin at him as I lead his hands back to me, hinting at him to take my bra off on his own. He catches on and fumbles to unhook the back. He manages well and helps pry the straps off my arms. He tosses the bra off the bed and doesn’t take his eyes off me. He reaches for my chest, watching as his fingers rub my nipples. I leave him to go at his own pace, sighing at the sensations of his hands. He surprises me by leaning down and taking me into his mouth. I choke on my words as his tongue swirls over my bud. I pet along his head, tugging softly on his hair when he sucks on me.

He laves attention on both sides, taking his time to both enjoy and make sure I enjoy it. I feel the all too familiar weight in my stomach, my crotch throbbing with need. I know better than to force anything but its starting to get hard too. I'm happy when he takes another step, pushing me back and crawling over me. He leans down and captures my lips, giving a rather fierce kiss. He continues to cup my chest with one hand, seeming to not be able to get enough. I press my luck and slide one of my hands down his chest, sliding under his shirt and feeling his warm stomach. He gasps into the kiss but doesn’t react. I continue moving up, pulling up his shirt as I go. He lets me, even leaning back to take the clothing off himself.

Once the article is removed he smiles down at me before kissing me again. I return the kiss but turn away so I can get a good look at his newly revealed torso. He pecks down my neck as I pet along his chest. I go up to his shoulders then going slowly down over his pecks, rubbing his nipples as I go past. He licks over my neck before sucking on my skin. I gasp with a grin then trace my nails over his stomach. I chuckle when he sucks in a breath, his stomach clenching as I near his pants.

He stops his assault on my neck, waiting patiently for my next move. I reach over his hips, sliding into his pants as I do. I feel his soft fur, raking my fingers through it as I pet his hips. He rests his head against my neck, watching my hand between us. His antlers rake against the headboard but neither of us pays it any mind. I cautiously run my hands towards his front, keeping my pace deliberately slow in case he wants me to stop. He doesn’t react, perhaps not even breathing as I reach towards his cock.

When my fingers are finally touching him we both jump. His antlers thud against the wood startling me. I pause my hands near his dick. He takes a minute to catch his breath before leaning down and pecking my shoulder. I take that as a sign to continue. I reach down and wrap my fingers around him. I hold him then wait for any signs he wants to stop. His breathing is shallow and rushed, his posture tense. Still, he kisses my shoulder, nuzzling his face to my neck.

I stroke him in a loose grip, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock. He is a well-hung satyr, staying on par with a lot of my exes. He is thick but perhaps averagely long. He is warm and I can feel something wet running down from his tip. I'm curious what he would taste like.

Getting too caught up in the feel of him I don’t notice his whimpers. For a moment I think they are good till he lifts his head away from me. I look at him from the corner of my eye, stopping my motions on him. His eyes are clenched and his breath is still shallow. It doesn’t come out even but in ragged, scared patterns. He looks more than a little nervous.

Without much thought, I retract my hands from his pants. Petting up his stomach and chest to his neck. I tilt his head towards me and give him a peck on the lips. He squints open his eyes, I finally get to see the fear in them. That decides it.

I roll him off me and lay him on his back. He follows without a fight, looking at me curiously and worried. I give him a smile before reaching for my blanket and throwing it over us. I lean over to my nightstand and grab the tv remote. I lay down beside Jensen, laying my head on his chest. I rest my hand on his stomach then turn the tv on.

He doesn’t say anything as I boot up YouTube. He is still breathing hard but he has rested his hand on my naked back. I pull up my unfinished video then fully rest against Jensen. The video plays and I can feel him perk up when he realizes what we are watching. I've been watching Critical Role so we had more to talk about, its not a bad show but its so long.

Soon Jensen relaxes and watches the show. At some point, he started petting my back and holding my hand on his stomach.

"Thank you," he mumbles. I turn my head and look up at him. He adjusts and looks down at me. He looks calmer now, if not a little content. I hum in acknowledgment and kiss his chest. He hums too with a relaxed smile on his face. We turn back and watch the show.

We never say anything about what happened, it being pretty self-explanatory. He wasn’t ready, and that’s fine. We soon fall asleep half-naked in each other's arms. It’s a peaceful rest, best night sleep I've had in a while.

I wake up the next morning to the feeling of something repeatedly touching my face. I squint my eyes open as I feel something wet against my nose. I first see Jensen smiling at me. He leans down and places another kiss to my cheek then to my chin.

"Morning," he mumbles as he kisses my lips. I hum into the kiss, happy to return it full. I sit up and cup his face as we make out. It’s a bit sloppy for a morning kiss but ill take it. He reaches over and pets over my back, his cold hand causing chills over my spine. I gasp into the kiss making him smile.

He surprises me by sitting up and pulling me over his lap. I balance myself by holding his shoulders. The coldness of the room makes me shiver as I remember my lack of a top. Of course, Jensen doesn’t seem to mind as he slides his hands up my thighs, over my hips, on my stomach to my chest. He watches his hands as they cup me. He pinches at my nipples, smiling when I suck in a breath. He leans forward and begins kissing up my collar. Trailing licks and nibbles over to my neck then jaw. He drops his hands to my hips and grinds me down onto his hard cock. I startle at the suddenness, curious if not pleased with the turn of events. What a way to wake up.

Using whatever bravado he has gotten this morning he grabs my ass and squeezes. He huffs against my neck as he bucks up to my crotch.

"You seem excitable this morning," I gasp near his ear.

"I have a wonderful woman in my arms, what's there not to be excited about," he chuckles. I laugh with him before grinding my hips to his, relishing his groans. We go back to making out but this time he reaches between us and cups my crotch. I startle, sucking in a breath as he fingers me through my pants. He pets me a few times but decides it isn't enough. He slides his hand into my pants and touches me directly. Petting along my slit then diving his fingers inside.

"Very excitable," I gasp. He leans back against the headboard and watches me. Having a pleased grin on his face. A better look than last night. I can't help but lazily smile back, happy that he is comfortable.

His fingers pump and curl inside me, testing out every bump and crevice to see which makes me groan and gasp. I enjoy this different side of him, his smirk is all the more arousing. He adjusts his hold and gets his thumb to rest over my clit, giving timid circles. I try not to grind with him, not wanting this to end so soon. Just enjoying the soft strokes and pumping fingers. His other hand pets over my thigh, everything moving slow. He takes his time, just looking pleased to watch me.

I look down at his chest, my hands following my gaze. I feel his chest rising and falling quickly, his heart pounding at his chest. His face is calm despite his rushing blood and hard cock poking my ass. My fingers trace over his stomach and down to his pants. I feel the tufts of fur poking up, the happy trail disappearing behind his bottoms. As I play with his pants he slows his motions then removing his hand altogether. His face is focused but still calm. He rests both of his hands on my thighs, not moving or giving any indication of what he is feeling.

I hook my finger on his pants while keeping eye contact. I cock a brow in question. His lips quirk slightly, his emotions very different than last night. He nods his head while petting up my thighs a bit, fingers twitching with hidden nerves.

I sit up off him and pull his pants down to his knees, keeping his boxers on. I can't help but smirk at the tent in his underwear, feeling a little confident because of it. I reach for his bottoms but look up at him again, just making sure.

"I trust you," he mumbles while giving a nod. I grin like an idiot, feeling butterflies in my stomach. I hook my fingers to his boxers, brushing my nails against his skin. I pull them down just enough for his cock to spring out, slapping back against his stomach. I suck in a gasp, feeling a wave of arousal flow over my cunt.

"Oh," I gasp. I stare at his swollen member, appreciating its girth. His tip is red and wet, his shaft presenting a lovely prominent vein. I can barely see his balls, just seeing the curly hair flowing under his underwear. Using a finger I push his bottoms down more, brushing against his sack. He jumps at the contact, making me snap my eyes to him. He is chewing on his cheek, seeming a bit nervous. Not nervous like before but a little self-conscious.

He catches my worried look," I'm fine, just… you are staring." he looks away still chewing his cheek, his fingers fidgeting at his sides. I want to coo but I know it will embarrass him. Instead, I lean forward, my stomach brushing against his cock, and kiss his cheek.

I whisper near his ear," you just look so good, I kind of want a taste." his shoulders drop as his head thumps against the headboard. He clenches his eyes and groans.

"God," he drops his head to his shoulders," maybe later." I lean back to look him in the eyes but he is still tilted away from me. So I grab his antlers, guiding his head back to me.

I cock a brow," later?" he stares at me a bit wide-eyed, worried he said the wrong thing. To ease his tension I lean forward a peck him on the lips," I like the sound of that." he smiles. I take his lips for mine again, introducing my tongue to his mouth. He meets mine as his hands grab my hips. As our tongues mingle I reach between us and timidly grab his cock, worried he will reject me again. Not that I'm bitter about last night, I understand. It's just going to hurt the second time.

He gasps into the kiss, his fingers holding me a bit harder, but he doesn’t stop me. I grip him a little tighter and pump. Feeling the bumps and grooves of his cock, squeezing a bit at the tip. I feel his pre coat my palm, smearing it over his head then the top of his shaft. He bucks into my grip while forcing his tongue into my mouth. His hand reaches to the hem of my pants, reaching in and fingering my clit.

We touch each other, grinding into the other's hand as our tongues intertwine. Our gasps and groans feed each other's wants and desires. I feel on the cusp, my finish nearing because of his fingers. Yet I don’t want him to do it just yet, I want to cum on his cock.

I lean back from the kiss, stopping my hands. His fingers curiously stop, he watches me for my next move. I remove his hand from my pants, nearly whimpering at the loss. I sit up and shimmy out of my pants. He catches on and helps me remove the clothing before tossing them to the side. I rest back on his lap, my cunt sitting at the bottom of his dick. He looks at me with wonder and eagerness.

Curious, I grind my pussy over him, spreading my slick over his shaft. His head drops back as he groans. I watch him with a smile as I repeat. Grinding over him, feeling his warmth partially part my folds. His back arcs as he pushes his chest out.

"Please," he whimpers," let me be inside." I look at his hooded eyes, them begging me along with his words. I nod before sitting up and hovering over him. I look between us, grabbing his cock. I stroke him once or twice then positioning his tip to my entrance. I let just his tip slip in, my insides practically burning with the need. Still, before I can give in to my greed I check to make sure he is ok. I refuse to use him, he means too much for me to do to him what I did to my exes. He isn't just a body to me.

Our eyes meet, his hooded gaze is locked onto mine. He looks like he is in divine torture, biting his lips just waiting with bated breath. He passes a quick glance to where we are about to meet then looks back up at me. He nods once, telling me what I needed to know. Without preamble I drop down on him, taking his cock quickly.

We both cry out as we meet, sitting flush on his lap. I take a second to enjoy the stuffed feeling, resting my palms on his stomach. I watch as his head drops to his shoulder, his eyes clenching as he bares his teeth. I pet over his stomach, giving him a moment to catch his breath.

"Tight," he whimpers as he looks at me. I huff with a big smile. He grins at me as well, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

We sit there for a second as he catches his breath, I wait for his cue. It doesn’t take long for him to raise his hands and cup my hips. He grabs me and grinds me into him. We both suck in a breath, then he does it again. I get the idea and circle him, listening to his sharp breaths and tiny whimpers. I introduce a few short thrusts, using my thighs to lift myself. I watch as his eyes flutter close, his lips parting in a sigh. I ride him, using my hands to balance myself as I lift higher.

I set a fair pace, bouncing on him while gyrating my hips. I stroke over his stomach to his chest, feeling his racing heart. Watching his face contort in pleasure, each fall causing his mouth to part just a little more. I soon lean forward and kiss his cheek. Giving soft kisses under his eye then near his nose. He startles me when he wraps his arms around me. He sits up and begins to give shallow thrust upwards.

My breathing starts to get harder, panting near his ear as our bodies meet. I grind myself into his stomach, my clit stroking over his fur. I groan at the image of his fur flattening from my slick. I start to whimper against him as I feel my pleasure begin to peak. I rest my cheek against him, petting up his chest to his neck. I card my fingers through his hair, just barely touching his antlers. I squeeze my eyes shut as his cries increase my own. His noises spurring me on more.

"God, you feel too good," he pants. I can’t speak now, I just nod. I focus on the feel of his cock sliding in and out of me. Stroking my walls and reaching deep inside. I cry out louder on his next thrust, tugging his hair as I follow my peak.

I don’t have time to warn him before I'm clenching around him. I stop my falls as my legs give out. He chokes on a gasp, grunting into my neck. I feel some drool drip onto my shoulder as he bucks into my convulsing cunt. I slide my fingers up and grasp at his antlers, clenching them in a white grip. I cry with each thrust, falling apart over him. I barely notice when he stills suddenly, feeling something warm and hot inside myself. He lets out a long groan, bucking once or twice more.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, as do I. he holds me close, adjusting to relax his head to my chest. I still grip his horn tightly but I pet his back as I try to even out my breathing.

"Thank you," he still huffs.

"Don’t thank me for that," I laugh," I had fun too." he kisses my sternum as he too chuckles.

"Not that, but thank you for that too," he sits up, not before nuzzling one more time to my boob. He rests his head against the backboard and looks up at me with a fulfilled smile. "Thank you for giving me time," he clarifies. His hands slide down to my waist and keep me close. I stare down at him feeling happy. There is no other way to say it, I'm just happy.

"of course," I pet some hair out of his face," I wanted our first time to be comfortable."

"Most people wouldn’t have stopped," he nuzzles against my hand. Pressing a kiss to my palm.

"Then most people are awful," I joke," I couldn’t use you like that."

"And that why you are so wonderful. Even when it looked like my body wanted it you knew me well enough to see I wasn’t ready and for that I thank you," he leans up and kisses me. It's slow and wet, if not a little lazy. It's nice.

"I love you, Jensen," I find myself mumbling to his lips. He sits back abruptly with eyes wide. I watch him cautiously, feeling the heavyweight of panic in my stomach. Before I could say anything he buries his face to my neck, grinning widely against my skin.

"Aw," he coos," you don’t understand how terrific it is to hear you say that." the panic evaporates quickly and is replaced with a gushy feeling. I rub my cheek to his head, my forehead hitting his antlers. I can't stop smiling or blushing as he rubs his nose and continues to coo. "You beautiful woman, I love you so much," he kisses my cheek," Love you when you joined me in my first campaign. Love you when you held my hand at the movies, relaxing me when I was a nervous wreck. And I love you most when you didn’t force me last night, I will love you forever because you are just too wonderful." I hide my face to his shoulder as he peppers my face with kisses.

"stop," I laugh," my face is going to catch on fire at this rate."

"How can I stop? The cute girl from the comic book store loves me! I never thought id even get the guts to talk to you let alone have sex with you," he rubs his nose near my eye. His grin is wide and his heart still beats wild. I try to fight my smile but it comes out anyway. My teeth showing as my lips curl from ear to ear.

"I thought you were cute when I first saw you too, I wanted you then and now," I kiss his cheek. He shutters and slumps on me.

"You are going to make my heart burst," he mumbles near my ear," first you are kind to me last night, then you are watching Critical Role for me. Next you get me to trust you so much that we make love. And you tell me that you like my stupid awkwardness! God, you are too much." I nearly get teary-eyed at his words, making me feel like a saint when all I did was care about him. I definitely love this timid satyr.

"Do you work today," I wrap my arms around his shoulder. He slides his hands around my waist and hugs me close.

"No. Do you?"

"No," I kiss his neck," would you like to spend the day in bed?"

"I'd love nothing more," he quickly flips us over. I laugh as he settles above me with a big smile. He looks down between us and kicks off his bottoms. Quickly he catches my eye again and cocks a brow in question. I can't help but laugh before grabbing his face and kissing him again.

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PSA: you can withdraw consent at anytime. This is for both genders. just because a girl is wet, doesnt mean she is ready or willing. Just because a boy is hard, doesnt mean he is ready or willing. communication is important and No means No.

On that note, I really wanted to write a story where the guy wasnt ready. its always the girl not ready to take the leap but it happens to guys too. they arent always the cumbrains we mistake them for. sometimes they need time to trust and open up to a person.

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mobius-prime · 4 years

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277. Sonic Universe #8

Mobius: 30 Years Later (Part 4 of 4): The Freedom Fighters of the Future

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Tracy Yardley! Colors: Jason Jensen

So things are bad. Tikhaos is wrecking the castle and is already looking to move on to the rest of Portal, and no one really knows how they'll stop her. Sonic doesn't even know what he's looking at, and is baffled when Lara-Su mentions the monster's name, leading to the mention of a couple more noodle incidents.

I will say it seems a little trite to rehash the whole Perfect Chaos thing once again in a new setting, akin to how Star Wars just rehashed the Death Star twice after the original movie, but then again, the whole point of this arc is to show history repeating itself in both negative and positive ways. I actually do like the concept of the Future Freedom Fighters, the children of the original Freedom Fighters, carrying on the fight against renewed threats to the world - in m opinion it's one of the only things this arc actually gets right. The team wonders how Tikhaos was released and how she got all this Chaos energy in her in the first place, but decide they have to focus on the most present threat first.

This is one of the only actual character moments King Shadow gets at all in this arc, and honestly, I don't buy it. I suppose this is meant to be sort of a "bad future" Shadow, in which he never truly got the chance to fully comprehend Maria's ultimate wish and ended up horribly misinterpreting it, trying to bring peace to the world by conquering it and enforcing that "peace" through his brutal regime. But it falls incredibly flat without any kind of attempt at explaining how he ended up like this. Literally all we know about the past of this particular timeline is that Sonic disappeared shortly after Eggman was finally defeated for good - details that were covered in Penders' version of the future, such as Knuckles going green once more and "remaking the world as he saw fit" or whatever aren't confirmed to have happened or not happened, making everything about what led up to this moment entirely uncertain. Thus, there's no explanation whatsoever about what could have happened to Shadow that led to him becoming so brutal and tyrannical - literally, the backstory provided in SU#5 just makes it seem like he showed up one day and started taking over for no reason. Given his relatively tame character progression in the comics compared to in the games (where he undergoes significantly more trauma and is actually directly exposed to the temptation to violently take over the world), I find him developing in this direction extremely hard to believe. Like, I know I've gone on about how he's my favorite and all, but even if he wasn't, him becoming evil like this just makes no logical sense.

Anyway, Sonic orders Lara-Su to organize the rest of her band of new Freedom Fighters to stall Tikhaos while he rescues his family from the panic room, and orders Argyle to contact the Echidna Security Team to evacuate the city. Lara-Su is nervous about being totally in charge, but takes to it like a natural, ordering the others to distract and halt Tikhaos' advance so people have a chance to get away. Meanwhile, Sonic finds the half-destroyed panic room… with Sally still sitting pretty inside it, a vapid smile on her face. Seriously, normally Ian is good at writing his female characters, so I don't know what the hell happened here with Sally. I get she's close to fifty years old at this point and she was never a frontline combatant in the first place, but the Sally I know wouldn't exactly be content to just sit around while the castle literally fell apart around her, she'd be getting everyone on their feet and looking for an escape route, goddammit.

Once again I have to point out that Silver's motivations don't seem to make sense here. In every other appearance he makes in the comic, he's fully convinced that a traitor within the ranks of the Freedom Fighters is what caused his future to come to ruin, and yet here it's pretty clearly a result of Tikhaos' rage, which was obviously not caused by any Freedom Fighter at all. As Sonic carries Sally and encourages his kids to follow him to safety outside of the castle, Argyle reports that the evacuation of the city is going smoothly, with no reported casualties so far. The new Freedom Fighters are doing a decent job of holding back Tikhaos, but they're nowhere near strong enough to actually take her down, and are due to wear down eventually. Most importantly, the Dark Presence has actually fully renounced Shadow, and are helping to evacuate the civilians and have also freed Tails and Mina. Seems like a pretty quick turnaround for a terrorist organization, but whatever. There's also no further elaboration on the whole Shadow thing, by the way. You'd think everyone would freak out at the knowledge that Shadow has escaped containment and is clearly behind this disaster, but he's never mentioned again in the issue. This would have been the perfect opportunity to actually explain what the hell happened to him to cause such a drastic change in personality, and to have him show some actual regret and character growth from it all, but nah, he apparently just vanishes into the aether never to be seen again or face any consequences for his actions here. Great writing, Ian! Lara-Su decides that the fight is becoming a little too dicey, and decides to try appealing to Tikhaos' emotional side.

Hey, Tails! As he joins in the fight, Mina rushes in to grab their two kids and carry them to safety, much to Melody's annoyance. She protests that she and Skye are Freedom Fighters now, to which Skye emphatically agrees despite his timid nature, and this softens Mina's heart a little, no doubt remembering her own past with the original team. Meanwhile, Jacques and Belle are almost crushed by one of Tikhaos' tentacles, when Silver jumps into the fight.

While he helps stall Tikhaos, Sonic and Lara-Su discuss what needs to be done to actually stop her entirely. Manik and Sonia chime in at this point, reminding Sonic of his victory over Perfect Chaos when he was young and how he targeted its brain, and though he's not too pleased with being reminded that he's not young anymore, he decides they have a point. He calls on everyone on the field to clear a path for him as he rushes the beast, but he's not as fast as he used to be, and it turns to face him…

Look, I know Mobians like to start 'em young, but have we forgotten Sonic's kids are literally four years old?! I mean, kudos to them and all, but that's incredibly dangerous! Still, I can only imagine how popular one might be growing up if they were not only the offspring of a great war hero, but could also boast they took down a deadly monster at the age of four. With Tikhaos weakened, Lara-Su approaches while reciting Tikal's prayer, and this calms her down until she's reverted back to her ordinary Tikal-shaped spirit form, sleeping on the ground. Sonic congratulates everyone on working together effectively to save the day, and cracks a few obligatory jokes about his back hurting because, you know, he's old now.

"Chronos Control," huh? I actually like that quite a bit, nice twist on the ol' familiar Chaos Control. Sally congratulates Sonic on helping save the day, still relegated to being the useless cheerleader on the sidelines instead of doing literally anything proactive like her present-timeline self would definitely have been doing, and everyone poses for a nice final shot, excited to have formed the new Freedom Fighters. Despite the many, many (many) criticisms I have of this entire arc, it is a nice ending at least, fit to stand with the other triumphant finales in the comic at least. Still, overall, I feel like it was shallow, nonsensical, and full of bad characterizations of all the familiar characters. Individuals like Tails and Sally don't feel like themselves at all, but blank slates with the same names as their present-day counterparts, and others such as Shadow are entirely unrecognizable. Luckily for my sanity, this is the last foray we make into the Light Mobius timeline in the comic, and any future issues that deal with the future are set… a bit further into the future, if you catch my drift.

Like the last SU arc, this one ends with a teaser epilogue for the next arc, featuring none other than Finitevus coming out of a warp ring somewhere in a desert in Downunda, speaking to an unknown shadowy figure about how Angel Island is almost overhead and how he's "dying" to meet Knuckles again… Dun dun duuunnn!

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joeycupcakerichter · 5 years

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Zach Dempsey v Cyrus - Crying Lightning

A/N: So I’m going to put this out there, first off. I don’t know exactly how I want this to end. I’m just kinda letting this one flow through my fingers and into existence so this is very much so freeform. That being said, I am very open to input and feedback if anyone would be so interested.

Pairing: Zach x Reader, Cyrus x Reader

Warnings: Lots of depressed mind imagery, might be kinda heavy as I based actual events from when I was in school for this one.

Word Count: 1652

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Another weekend, another night stuck at home while everyone else frolicked and partied. You missed the long nights at Bryce’s, though admittedly you didn’t miss the painful hangovers that came with it. You’d fallen asleep with Zach Dempsey more times than you could count, after long nights of talking about nothing in particular and lugged Justin Foley back to a bed with a waste basket and a bottle of water after many a heated battle of beer pong, usually becoming more and more extreme with every reset.

But those days were over now. When Hannah’s trial began, it alerted your parents to goings on at the Walker Mansion and sent them into a frenzy, declaring you were relegated to your bedroom every weekend until graduation. They tried to convince you they weren’t mad, that they did the same thing when they were teenagers but the firm foot down approach they regarded the weekend with made it feel more like a punishment than genuine concern for your safety.

Every weekend, you were left to watch your friends party it up, only the less and less detailed play-by-plays to keep you in the loop every Monday as Jessica fixed her makeup in the bathroom before school.

“We really missed you this weekend, (Y/N),” she’d lament the first couple regalings. Justin’s Beer Pong elbow was getting rusty without a proper opponent, apparently and Zach was often found moping around when it died down, with no one to unload the myriad of drunken thoughts that would weigh him down as the night wore on.

As people normally do, they moved on without you. The parties died down without Bryce’s luxurious manor to use as host and you stopped finding Jessica in the bathroom. If you were honest, it broke your heart. You considered these people your friends but it seemed life could just move on as though you’d never been there. Anger welled in your gut at your parents, unfairly blaming them for putting you on lockdown when you hadn’t done anything wrong. Isolated and alone, you found yourself trying to fight off the feelings of hopelessness as life continued to press on.

“Hey, (Y/N), you finished with that?” a voice asked from behind you. You turned to step out of the way of Cyrus, who looked down at the printer expectantly. You nodded distantly, moving away from it and returning to your desk to straighten out the printed off sheets of the essay you had all too much time to work on. Cyrus’s eyes followed you back to your seat, turning to watch as the printer shot out his own work.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said again, appearing at your side, reading over the paper in his hand, “I think you left these on the printer. Gotta have those sources and citations.” He held out your missing pages, watching you carefully as you took them silently. “You okay?” he asked hesitantly, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed your face.

“I’m fine,” you croaked, unable to meet his gaze as you cleared your throat, embarrassed.

“Where are your friends? Usually don’t see you sitting all alone,” he remarked, his eyes finding Jessica Davis and Zach talking against the wall in hushed tones as their eyes darted around the room.

“They’re not my friends anymore, I guess,” you shrugged, letting your eyes wander over to the two in time to see Zach stand sharply and stalk back over to his desk.

“What do you mean?” Cyrus asked, breaking your gaze as Zach caught your eye.

“I mean, we don’t hang out anymore. I guess they’re still technically my friends, but I don’t see them much anymore since the trial,” you explained, trying to keep the irritation out of your tone.

“So you mean to tell me you’re an outcast now?” Cyrus asked, sitting down at the desk in front of you and turning to face you.

“I guess so.”

“Well then, I have excellent news for you, (Y/N),” he grinned, ”My friends and I would love to have you join us,” he announced proudly. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “We specialize in outcasts, I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

“N-No, don’t you take pity on me,” you grumble, returning your eyes to the words you’d written and then reread a thousand times.

“I don’t take pity, (Y/N),” he assured you. “Look, offer stands, find me at lunch. I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Without another word, he stood sharply, heading back to his own desk, leaving you to stare at the back of his head in confusion.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” a deep voice asked behind you, making you jump. Turning around you find Zach watching you intently. You groan at the sight of him, turning back to face the front of the classroom.

“I’m fine Dempsey, you really don’t have to worry about me,” you murmur, flipping through your agenda and finding the first page to start doodling on, focusing your anxiety anywhere other than the six foot two walking emotional crutch sitting behind you.

“I-I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, Chloe-”

“Are you guys finally together? It’s about time,” you chuckle a little too enthusiastically to mask the pain rocketing through your stomach.

“T-Together? What? We’re just friends,” he explains indignantly, almost as if he’s confused by the implication.

“Bryce is gone, I figured you’d finally go after her after moping about her last summer,” you remarked, rolling your eyes as your pen dug into the paper just a little harder.

“I-I wasn’t moping about her?” he shot back, “Bryce ra- Bryce hurt her and I was worried about her,” he hissed, coming mere inches from your ear. The bell ringing was music to your ears and gave you the out you were desperate for.

“Whatever you say Dempsey,” you smiled sweetly at him, “I won’t lie though, I miss talking to you. Too bad you just never had enough time if you weren’t drunk.” Grabbing your bag, you stormed out of the room almost plowing right into Tyler, who looked terrified as you apologized and breezed past him to the library.

The tall shelves offered you the best privacy you’d find in the entire school. Zach had gotten under your skin and every time you thought you were done shedding tears for him, more still surfaced. As you slid down against the back wall, you did your best to be as silent as possible as you sobbed for the heartache that never seemed to dissipate.

“H-Hey, (Y/N), right?” a hesitant voice asked gently. A girl you recognized as Cyrus’s sister Mack stood in front of you, holding her arm awkwardly as she shifted in place. “W-We could hear you- I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Why is everyone so worried about me?” you cried out, frustrated despite yourself. Sniffling as you wiped your tears away, you pulled your knees to your chest. The knowledge that people had heard your emotional breakdown left you feeling exposed and vulnerable and this girl, this absolute stranger checking in on you made you feel like a freak show in the worst way.

“H-Hey, just come out here and sit with us,” she offered gently, holding out her hand to help you up. ”We’ll keep you company and if you want to, you can talk to us. No judgement,”

“I-I’ll be alright, I promise,” you tell her dismissively, shaking your head.

“Look, he’s gonna be mad I told you this, but Cyrus is worried about you,” she confessed as she watched the bookshelves warily.

“Why in the hell is he worried about me?” you laughed incredulously, “Cyrus doesn’t even know me. Since when does he care about has been popular girls?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Mack prodded gently, holding her hand out again. “Come on, I promise we don’t bite.”

Sighing deeply, you wipe the remaining tears away and push yourself up off the floor. Mack led you back out into the main seating area and you’re grateful to find mostly empty, save for Mack’s friends and Clay Jensen studying with his headphones in.

“(Y/N)! So good of you to join us,” Cyrus welcomed you dramatically. Your entire body tensed as Cyrus’s friends looked you over, “You’ve met Mack, this is Chad, Toby and Eric.” He pointed out his friends as he listed their names off, leaving you to nod politely at each one.

“Come on, sit down,” Chad said, pushing a chair out for you as he continued surveying you.

“Don’t worry about Chad,” Mack assured you, taking her own seat, “He’s as gay as they come, he’s just trying to figure you out.”

“Let me guess. You were abandoned by your friends because you weren’t down with the shit they were into,” he guessed as you finally sat down.

“Chad, seriously, leave her alone,” Cyrus reprimanded him as you squirmed under the intense line of questioning. Chad raised his hands in surrender but the urge to flee back into your corner began overwhelming you.

“It’s okay, Cyrus,” you assure him, turning to Chad, “After Hannah’s trial and the tapes my parents decided it would be best if I didn’t go out on the weekend. I kinda just got left behind.”

“That’s shitty,” Eric interjected leaning over the table, “Friends don’t just abandon friends.”

“Apparently when there’s secrets to be shared and you can’t be involved anymore they do,” you sigh, pulling your phone out of your pocket slowly as a distraction only to find a text from Zach.

“Can we talk later?”

You stare at the phone, ignoring the debate at the table as you tried to steady yourself. Why was it today of all days that everyone had become so interested in your presence? You could feel Cyrus’s eyes on you as you typed out your response.

“Bleachers, after school.”

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Summary- Jensen misunderstands a situation, but recognizes another, and tries to keep YN safe.

Warnings: verbal and physical abuse, cussing

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“Hey!” Jensen yelled “You!” He stomped toward a young lady with a camera.

“Yes, sir?” She brought the camera away from her face.

“Stop taking pictures of me and my kids!” He pointed to his children running behind him across the field. “I get that I’m on TV, but you don’t get to just freely get pictures like that.”

“Sir-“

“Give me your camera!”

“Oh, shit,” she gasped. “No, sir. I wasn’t! Here, look!” The young girl passed him her camera. “My name is YN Camden! I’m in a photo class, and I was taking pictures of the bees! See?” YN pointed to a flower in the same line of sight as the Ackles children. “I wouldn’t take photos of somebody without permission. I promise.” She scrambled to get her words out.

“Fine,” He gruffly pushed the camera back into her chest. As he walked away, she called for his attention.

“Hey, Ackles!” He turned to face her. His cheeks turned red at her use of his name. “Thanks for ruining my perception of you. And to think I would enjoy my time at the convention this week. I’ll be canceling if you treat everyone like that when there is a minor misunderstanding!”

YN walked away.

“Wait!” Jensen chased after her. “I’m sorry. Please come. I’ll make it the best fan experience and have you upgraded to VIP.”

“I don’t need your upgrades. I’ll go, but you should change your freaking attitude,” she spoke through her gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry. I’ll see you there.”

“No. I’ll be keeping to myself, thanks.”

YN walked away.

Danneel and the Ackles children walked to Jensen.

“What happened?” Danneel asked.

“I thought she was taking pictures of the kids, so I went off. Turns out she was taking photos of bees. The poor girl got chewed out because I was making assumptions. “AND she told me she is attending the convention next week. I just made myself look like an idiot in front of a fan,” he huffed. “She said she planned on canceling her ticket. I think I convinced her not to, though.”

“You’re not perfect, Jay. We’ve talked about this. Maybe you shouldn’t have gone off, but you won’t act perfectly all the time.”

“She is a fan, though.”

“I get it. Maybe allow her a photo or something at the convention,” Danneel suggested.

“Daddy! Let’s play!” JJ ran into his arms.

————

YN’s phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hi. My name is Kathy from Creation Entertainment, and I am delighted to tell you that your ticket has been upgraded to VIP at no charge to you!” The lady smiled through the phone with a high pitched voice.

“No thanks. Tell Jensen to suck it,” YN pushed the red button to end the call. “Ugh!”

————-

“What?” YN groaned on one end of the phone line.

“Uh…. it’s Jensen Ack-“

“Ya know, I don’t know why you keep being an ass. I canceled my ticket, and I will not be watching the show anymore. How dare you-“

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.”

“How dare you continue blaming me for doing something I proved I wasn’t doing. Then you freaking walked off. Good day, you ass.”

“I’m assuming you live in the Austin area?”

Perplexed, she answered, “Yeah. You following me?”

“No. Danneel and I want to have you over for dinner.”

“Umm- What?” YN stuttered.

“Are you free any night this week?”

“Uh-,” she took a breath. “Wednesday I won’t have too much homework. You realize you’re letting some fan into your house, right? That’s weird.”

“Well, I think I owe you. And considering your privacy policy that you stick to, I’m not worried,” Jensen smiled into the phone.

“Fine. Give me your address.” She huffed, somewhat resistant.

———-

“Code please, ma’am?” The security guard raised a brow at the girl in her chipped-painted vehicle as her tires crept toward the gate. Her brakes squealed.

“Umm,” YN looked at her crumpled piece of paper. “JD310.” The security guard looked at his clipboard.

“ID, please.” He extended his hand. When she offered it to him, he thanked her and verified her clearance code.

“Thank you, sir.” YN smiled weakly, took her ID, and she slowly rolled through the intimidatingly huge gate’s threshold. “DAMN, ACKLES.” YN’s eyes almost popped out of her head noticing the large homes. As she pulled up to the curb of Jensen’s house, she gasped. “It’s so pretty.” YN slowly got out of her car and double-checked the address. “Here goes nothing.”

Before she could get to the door, Jensen opened it with a smile.

“Hey, YN! You want some dinner?” He opened his arms to her. She gave him a hesitant hug.

“Sure. Thank you, Mr. Ackles.”

“Aw, come on. Call me Jensen.” He backed away from the hug as Danneel walked up behind him.

“Hi! I’m Danneel!” The woman extended her hand.

“Hi, Danneel!” YN squealed. The adults laughed. “Sorry. I just really liked you on One Tree Hill.”

“I appreciate the support. We had fun on that set for sure. Come in, get comfy.”

“Thanks.”

———

The Ackles’ children loved YN, and they had many laughs throughout the evening, but her phone kept ringing. Finally she put it on silent.

“You may be more popular than me, YN,” Jensen smiled.

“No, just Stev- nevermind. He shouldn’t be bothering me the rest of the evening. Anyway,” she changed the subject. “I love your screened in porch.”

“Thanks. We get to use it a lot,” Danneel answered.

“It’s pretty. I want one of those someday.”

“Can you please come to the convention?” Jensen asked after much conversation. “I’m not a bad guy,” he looked away.

“Fine,” YN sighed. “I’m sorry for being a jerk.”

“I was the jerk. I'll make sure you have a great time and that you are reimbursed,” the actor smiled.

“Thanks.”

“I’m tired. Shit, it’s so late,” YN looked at her phone.

“There’s a guest wing if you would like to stay the night. Please don’t feel like you need to run off,” Danneel offered.

“That would be great,” YN admitted. “Are you sure?”

“Yep. You have school tomorrow?”

“Not til twelve.”

“Then stay. I’ll get some pjs for you,” Danneel stood and entered the house from the screened-in porch.

“Thanks,” YN expressed a small, tired smile.

———-

“No!” YN screamed in her sleep.

“What was that?” Danneel rolled over

“I don’t know. It’s three in the morning,” Jensen groaned.

They heard it again. The couple stood and ran toward the noise.

“Ah!” YN tossed under the bed covers. Danneel slowly opened the guest room door.

“Hey, sweetheart. Wake up,” the woman whispered.

“Huh?” YN froze.

“You were having a nightmare, you’re okay.”

“Oh. Sorry,” YN’s face turned red.

“You’re fine,” Jensen assured her. He saw her phone screen light come on.

“Ugh,” YN moaned. “What, babe?”

The voice on the other end started screaming at her.

“Where are you? Where have you been? I’ve called and texted you a gazillion times!”

“I’m sorry. I had dinner with someone and they let me stay the night so that I wouldn’t be driving back to the dorm late, You knew I was going to be gone. I told you.”

“Is it a guy? Are you cheating on me?” The male voice growled.

The Ackles’ eyes went wide.

“It’s three a.m., I’ll explain-“

“You’ll explain now!”

YN started to cry, but she held back the tears.

“Give me the damn phone,” Jensen demanded.

“Uh…” YN stopped.

He took it from her and put it on speaker.

“Yeah, hi. This is Jensen and Danneel Ackles. She is with us for the evening. Let her sleep you, ass!” He hung up. “You deal with that all the time?”

YN froze at what he had just done.

“I need to go,” the girl started to stand, but Danneel stopped her.

“No. Sleep. We’ll leave you alone. Good night, dear.” She shoved Jensen out of the room after taking the phone from Jensen and putting it back on YN’s nightstand.

“You can’t be serious! What were you doing? You don’t even know her!”

“She is being verbally abused!” Jensen whisper-shouted.

“We don’t know that! You may have just ruined our relationship with her!” Danneel stomped back to their room.

—————-

The next morning, YN slowly made her way down the stairs.

“Hi. YN. You want some food before the little monsters get up?”

“Sure, thanks.”

“Hey, YN. Good morning,” Jensen ran his hand through his bed head as he entered the kitchen. The young woman nodded.

“Just so you know, he isn't a bad guy. It’s my fault for not-“

“It’s your business, and I overstepped greatly. I’m so sorry,” Jensen cut her off.

“Thank you,” she sighed a breath of relief. “He isn’t a bad guy, I promise,” YN accepted a plate of food from Danneel and took a seat at their large table.

“So you have class later?” Jensen asked.

“No, I got an email from the professor. She’s sick, and she couldn’t get a sub.” YN slightly smiled. As she finished speaking, YN heard her phone vibrate against the table. “Umm. I need to take this.” Jensen saw a boy’s face on her phone screen.

“Go ahead,” Danneel smiled.

The nineteen year-old stood and walked into the living room. The couple heard her greet the caller.

“Hi, Steven,” YN said tiredly. “No, I’m still here because they didn’t want me…” Her conversation faded as she walked further away,

“SEE?!” Jensen whispered.

“Stop! Be nice, and don’t push,” Danneel responded with gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” YN ran back into the room. “I’ll change and put these PJs in the hamper. Thank you for the lovely evening. That bed is super comfy,” YN beamed.

“Don’t worry about the pajamas. Have a wonderful day, dear.” Danneel hugged the girl and stepped out of her way so that she could retrieve her things.

“Thanks for everything, I’ll see you at the convention. Nice meeting you, Danneel.” YN headed toward the door but stopped when the older female called for her.

“Here’s my number. Text me later. Enjoy your classless day,” Danneel smiled and handed her a paper.

“Thanks!” YN accepted and ran out of the house.

“See? Something is going on,” Jensen affirmed his earlier statement.

“Leave it alone. At least for now,” his wife offered him an omelette as she heard one of their toddlers cry over a baby monitor. “Eat. I’ll go take care of the kids,” she turned and walked up the stairs toward the twins’ bedrooms.

“Dammit.”

______

“Hey, YN!” Jensen greeted her as she entered the photo room.

“Hi, Jensen. Nice to see you again.”

“Again? You know her?” Jared asked his co-star.

“Yep. I was rude to her when we took the kids to the park. Turns out she’s a fan. Well, maybe not now,” Jensen looked to the ground.

“You’re not so bad,” YN giggled. “Hi, Jared. Nice to meet you,” she shook his hand.

“Woah! Strong grip you got there,” the tall actor responded, surprised.

“The only good thing my dad taught me,” YN said under her breath.

“Huh?” Jensen asked.

“Nothing. Okay, for our pose can you hold this? I want to be in the middle.” She handed Jared a sign that said ‘Pi’ and she gave Jensen a sign that said ‘Pie’. She pulled out a ‘<’ sign, the larger side of the symbol facing Jared’s.

“Wait! You like math more than pie?!”

“I like pi, just not your kind of pie!” YN giggled.

“Yes!” Jared gave the girl a high five.

“Not two of you,” Jensen playfully rolled his eyes.

“It’s funny!” Jared laughed.

“Whatever,” Jensen sighed, faking annoyance. “Okay, let’s do this.”

After they took the picture, Jensen hugged her, and Jared offered his arm for a side hug.

“I’ll text Danneel later. Thanks, boys,” YN smiled and ran into the door, not paying attention.

“Ouch, you okay?” Jared pulled her to her feet.

“Yeah, sometimes I have trouble with depth perception. Sorry. See you boys later.” YN made sure she walked through the doorway as the next fan walked in.

“What…” Jared started.

“Not now,” Jensen growled. “Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted the next photo op participant.

_______

“Steven, I am at the convention.”

“I told you not to go!” He screamed over the phone. As she walked back to her seat, she heard her name being called.

“Danneel?” She saw the female peeking around a curtain backstage.

“Come here,” Danneel whispered so that others couldn’t hear.

“Don’t talk to her,” the boyfriend commanded.

“Stop, Steven. I need to go.” YN hung up. “Hey!” She snuck behind the curtain to see her friend.

“You okay?” Danneel asked, seeing the frustration on YN’s face.

“Stupid stuff, I’m fine. I didn’t know you were here! I told Jensen I would text you later.”

“YN!” JJ shrieked and ran into her arms.

“Hey, sweetie!” YN picked her up and pulled the young girl into her chest. “How are you?”

“Good! I get to watch Daddy work! See?” JJ pointed to Jensen walking toward the split in the two black curtains.

“I think that is way cool.”

JJ looked over YN’s shoulder to wave at her dad. He waved back as he took the stage.

“Okay, YN has to go back to her seat so she can watch. Say bye, JJ.” Danneel scooped up the twins and put them in the chairs next to her. “I have your crayons, you can color Daddy a picture.”

“Okay, bye, YN. Love you!” JJ kissed her on the cheek and scrambled to the floor to run to her mom.

“Bye!”

She went to her seat and was so grateful to Jensen for the front row tickets.

As the crowd cheered, Jensen winked at her and took his seat next to Jared.

“How y’all doing?” Jared asked the crowd. “So good to have a convention at home!”

————-

Danneel text to YN

Want to come back with us? Have some dinner?

I rode the bus here, car broke down. If somebody could give me a ride back to my dorm, sure. Or I could get an Uber.

Danneel

Perfect. When the panel is over, slip behind the curtain again.

Got it. Thanks!

______

“Miss, come with me, please.” Cliff guided YN backstage at the end of the panel.

Danneel smiled when she saw the girl walking toward her with the bodyguard behind YN.

“You ready? Oh- Hey, Jay.” Danneel looked to her husband. “Let’s go. YN is coming home with us for the afternoon.”

As soon as she said that, her husband gritted his teeth.

“Dee, I thought we said it was date night tonight,” he whispered under his breath.

“I got adult time covered. Come on,” she turned to head out.

———-

At the Ackles’ she waited while the mom and dad put the kids to bed.

“Hey, YN,” Jensen said with a yawn.

“Hey. Today was super fun.” She grinned, appreciative of the convention experience.

“It’s always a good time.” Jensen tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “You got something on your cheek.”

Oh, crap! He can see it!

“Must be from when I tripped. Thought it didn’t bruise. Dang it,” she said, knowing it had been there the whole time.

Danneel entered the kitchen.

“Okay, our children are in bed. Finally,” she smiled but noticed tension between her husband and YN. “So did you have fun today? I heard your picture was creative!”

“It was so funny. Jensen didn’t find it entertaining though,” YN giggled.

“The pie you eat is so much better than math!” He faked anger.

“Oh, stop,” Danneel slapped his arm playfully as she sat down next to Jensen. “I’m so glad you had a good day!”

“What is that on your cheek?” Jensen tried to push again.

“Nothing,” YN said quickly. “I should get back to my dorm. Thanks for a great weekend.” YN tried to stand up.

“Please, just- it scares me that a guy screams at you, you follow every command, and he keeps track of you like a maniac. We just want to make sure you’re safe, that’s all.”

“He’s not a maniac. And I’m fine.” She tensed.

“I saw those bruises on your arm earlier when you rolled up your sleeves,” Danneel sadly looked at YN. “JJ even noticed.”

“I’m okay.”

“You won’t be if he keeps escalating. If he doesn’t show you basic traits like kindness and thoughtfulness, he isn’t a good boyfriend. For you or anyone,” Danneel tried to take her hand. YN’s phone interrupted their conversation. Jensen grabbed it and saw Steven’s name displayed on the screen. He silenced the call.

“Please,” Jensen begged.

The three adults heard a crash. As they stood up, Jensen saw their entry door in pieces on the floor.

“You two, get the babies. Now!” Jensen grabbed a bat in the corner. A smaller man in a hoodie and jeans stood up. The husband and father swung and knocked the intruder down. Jensen day on top of him until the police arrived. They told Jensen to get off of him and cuffed the perpetrator.

“STEVEN!” YN screamed.

As soon as YN identified the young man, Jensen charged at him. The investigators pulled the actor off of Steven.

“Mr. Ackles, cool it!”

Jensen stepped back and yelled at the intruder.

“How dare you treat a young lady like that! Get him outta my house!” He turned to see YN in shock. Once Steven had been removed, Jensen took in the surroundings. YN ran toward the door in an effort to escape the shock of the situation. “No!” Jensen bodyblocked her. “There is glass!” He saw her bare feet. Jensen absorbed her running body into his. “It’s okay. It’s okay, I promise.”

_______

“Smile!” YN grinned as she took the Ackles’ family photos. “Okay, Padaleckis’! You’re up! She checked her camera as the sunset changed. “Tom, move over here. Jared, pick up Odette so that I can get the background.” The family did as asked. “Perfect! Alright, everyone together! JJ, stand by Shep, and Jay and Dee, hold the twins. Padackles on three. One, two, three!”

After the photo session was over, The adults walked over to YN while the kids played on the grass.

We’re a little late on the graduation present, but we all chipped in on this,” Jared handed her a bag with tissue paper in it. YN took it and slowly went through it.

“This camera is top of the line! It’s so expensive!” Her shocked face expressed her love for them and their gift.

“Well, we think we can afford it,” Gen giggled.

“I didn’t mean it-” YN backtracked.

“We just want you to enjoy it,” Danneel took the gift bag as YN looked at the features of the device.

“Thank you!” The twenty-two year-old gave each adult a hug. “All of your family photos are free from now on,” she leaned her head back with a laugh.

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It’s All Just a Cover - END

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It’s All Just a Cover has come to an end. This was my first ever series and the story was so dang ambitious that I don’t think I ever could’ve finished it, at least in a short enough time frame where I’d still have readers interested in the story. And it’s such a shame too because I had a lot of plans for the series. A bunch of drama! But a little while back, someone reported the story on AO3 as violating copyright because of the songs in the fics, because I used so much of the lyrics. I get that. It was never my intention though. So I took it down from AO3 and figured this was the sign that the series should end.

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You and Dean have confessed your love for one another.

The very same day you have rehearsal. Gabe is smitten with Sam and dedicates the song “Heat of the Moment” to him.

You’re not feeling good. You’ve got a sore throat and can’t sing that night. So you all convince Dean to sing some covers.

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Once you’re feeling better, you continue singing at The Bunker.

The band gets signed by Abbadon’s record label! Even though they wanted to be signed by Crowley. Gadreel says they should take the deal instead of waiting around for Crowley’s record label.

Your ex-boyfriend, Michael comes to the show.

Michael is prissy and in line to be a CEO. He loved you but wanted you to stop singing and get a “real job.” He didn’t believe or support the band.

Before the show starts he finds you. He’s come back because he heard about the record deal. He sounds kind of like a gold digger.

When the show begins you’re seething with rage and play it out through the set list with songs like “Criticize” by Adelita’s Way and others.

You leave the stage abruptly because you’re getting overwhelmed like you’re about to have a panic attack. Dean gets through the crowd and gets backstage to comfort you.

You get back on stage and play it off like you’re fine and just performing. “You ever just have those people in your life, who think they’re all that and that you should be with them? This goes out to those assholes.”

You sing “It’s not you” by Halestorm.

Michael comes up to you at the end of the show and Dean’s at your side.

“Is this him?” Michael asks, smug. “What does he do for a living? Bartend?”

“Unlike you, Michael I don’t judge people by their occupation or passion,” you say.

“So, not even a bartender,” says Michael.

“I’m a mechanic,” Dean answers and you hate that Michael goaded him into standing up for himself.

“Dean, he’s not worth it. Let’s go home.”

“Oh, so I highballed you,” says Michael. “I see you’ve really come up in the world, now you’re the breadwinner.”

Dean punches him and they fight. Cas and Sam pull Dean off of Michael. Dean is pissed off that the man spoke to you like that and hurt you in the past. You’re over it quickly and have to calm him down. “It’s fine. I love you, Dean. I’m happier with you than I’ve ever been. Just forget about him.”

And that’s the last you hear about Michael.

SABRIEL: While the band records and tours, Sam and Gabe find time to be together, falling in love.

One night when you’re at Dean’s, Sam and Gabe come out of his room at the same time. Dean and you are surprised. Sam is shy and embarrassed and insists it was only sleeping. Gabe says he’s a gentleman. “It was all over the clothes stuff.” Dean groans and is grossed out. They really did keep their clothes on.

Dean suggests “We’re going to have set up a schedule or something because this is weird.”

Gabe and You say: “we have roommates”

Dean: “2 sets of siblings…”

You: “Gabe’s my step brother”

Dean: “...banging each other”

Gabe: “Hey! I don’t bang. I make love.” You and Gabe share a laugh and smile.

Dean: “I know it sounded weird but you know what I mean.” Sam gives him a bitch face.

Sam: “We didn’t do anything,” he insists

Dean gives him a “Really?” look because there’s a hickey on Sam’s neck. “At least maybe put a sock on the door.”

Gabe: “I keep my socks on.”

Dean gives him a really surprised and weirded out look and everyone laughs

On tour, tensions rise as Ruby tries to hook Sam on drugs. She’s already convinced you to give up the facade and actually live and partly like a rockstar with alcohol and drugs.

Cas warns you to be careful with this rockstar lifestyle because you’re using drugs and not maintaining your relationship with Dean, while getting too close to others.

At the end of the tour, Dean hasn’t heard from you in a while. He goes to your hotel and finds you with Pam and Jo--the way it looks is that you’ve been high and having sex with Jo and Pam and that’s true.

Dean confronts you. You say you’re a rockstar and he knew what he was getting into. But before you signed with Abaddon “It was all just a cover.” you only pretended to be a high and drunk rockstar. But now you’ve gone full tilt and he can’t be around that.

Dean breaks up with you and leaves.

Post break-up: You use Jo for emotional reasons and Pam for sexual.

You’re into a routine of using Pam as a booty call but we’d never see the sex, just the aftermath of you leaving Pam in bed and examining your body in the bathroom where you have hickeys and scratch marks.

You always thought that being with a woman was supposed to be more gentle but not when you’re with Pam apparently. The sex is good but it just feels like a bandaid or something that’s numbing the ache in your chest.

Hanging out with Jo means she lends you a shoulder as you admit that you miss Dean and that you fucked up and you feel terrible because you feel like you’re taking advantage of Jo. But Jo says it’s okay. That’s what friends are for, lending support after break ups. Jo offers to stay the night so you text Pam: “Nevermind. Don’t come over.”

You share a bed with Jo and start crying. Jo pulls you in close and holds you. When you’re no longer crying, and you’ve dozed off for a minute, you both wake up and Jo dares to kiss you and you respond but then pull back. “I’m sorry. I can’t use you like this. It’s not fair to you. I love Dean. I know I hurt him and he’ll probably never forgive me but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” Being with Jo also reminds you of Dean so it’s tough to imagine being with her.

You continue on with your self-destructive relationship with Pam and drugs.

You’re in a motorcycle accident and hospitalized. Dean visits you in the hospital.

Cas helps you get clean.

Gabe and Sam are doing well and Gabe gets Sam a puppy--because obviously Sam deserves a puppy.

Sam tells you about how Dean is a wreck without you. Just works, eats, drinks, and sleeps.

Now that you’re clean the band tries to break the contract with Abbadon.

Sam finds a loophole in the contract.

But Gadreel leaves the band. He signs a solo deal with Abbadon. Metatron is his agent now, stealing him away from Castiel.

Castiel becomes the new bass player and they start playing back at Chuck’s club, The Bunker.

You beg for Dean’s forgiveness. You’re the one who screwed up and he didn’t deserve that.

You get back together.

Crowley comes around and signs them with a fair contract. You promise to stay clean.

END: Dean asks you to move in. Sam graduates and lives with Gabe who has asked Dean’s permission to propose. We have the promise of a happy future as Dean has his mother’s ring tucked away for the right moment.

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Ready to answer 151 Questions? 1. When was the last time you swam in a pool? January 2020. 2. Do you like to party? I really enjoy it a lot less than I used to. I would rather be at home with my babies. 3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do? He’s in prison and I’m married and uninterested... SOOOO I would probably slap him. 4. Are you a virgin? I have two kids. So obviously not.

5. What are your parents views on your relationships? I don’t really know what my dad thinks. My mom goes back and forth. She loves Jacob and knows I love him, but hates the way he treats me a majority of the time.

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them? I’m married. So... there’s that. 7. Is your best friend dating anyone? My mom is married to my dad. Jacob is married to me. And Kayla is back with her youngest’s dad, which is cool. 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing? Big and dark gray. 9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrerbrombie every day bother you? I don’t care what other people wear. 10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up? I do that every single day. It’s very rare for me to wear makeup. 11. What is one feature that you don’t like? On myself... I hate my teeth and gums. 12. Would people describe you as happy? They might. 13. Are you single? I’m very not single. 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? Not really. I mean. It gets a bit annoying because it’s a boring question but it’s also whatever. 15. Do you have Tumblr? Obviously.

16. What about Xanga? Nope. 17. Have you ever babysat before? Many, many times. 18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate? There were some teachers I haven’t enjoyed having in the past. 19. Ever shopped at Sephora? I bought a gift card for Kay once. 20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do? I’m assuming I’d move with him since we’re married..

21. Do you have any university plans?

I am currently getting my master’s degree in marriage and family therapy. Have no plans to go beyond that.

22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do?

It would completely shock me if my mom did, although our relationship wouldn’t change. If Jacob did, I would probably be devastated since we’ve been together so long and have two kids... I wouldn’t care much if Kay did.

23. What are your views on sex?

It’s fine if you’re both of age and it’s consensual. I don’t have much of a sex drive these days, which upsets Jacob sometimes. But I’m just so tired. All the time.

24. Do sexual questions bother you?

Nope.

25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up?

He’s my husband, and I don’t want a divorce.

26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding?

I did when I was younger and again when we got engaged.

27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’?

I don’t enjoy it, but you can do what you want, as long as you’re not hurting other people.

28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook?

I have never had to deal with that, so I’m not sure what I would do.

29. Would you ever date a friends Ex?

I feel like there would be a lot of things that would factor into that decision, but currently, nope.

30. What’s the last book you read?

I don’t remember. It was a children’s book at work.

31. Ready for 10 simple questions?

Sure thing.

32. What is your last name?

Shh.

33. What grade are you in?

I just started my first year of graduate school about 3 weeks ago.

34. What school do you go to?

Northcentral University.

35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring?

Spring and Fall are my favorites.

36. Favorite Color?

Black and blue.

37. Are your parents together?

They are.

38. Any siblings?

Four sisters and one brother. All younger.

39. Favorite subject?

I’ve always loved all things psychology related, except research methods, and english.

40. Least favorite subject? All things math. 41. Favorite song? Slow Down by Nichole. 42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy? I don’t care. 43. How many friends do you have on Facebook? No clue. 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country? Yeah. 45. Have you ever googled yourself? Yup. 46. Have a Formspring? Nope. 47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Sell them if they don’t want to. 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? Either!!! 49. Been to Disney world? No but I will someday! 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? Nope. 51. Ever had a boyfriend? Yes.

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know? Yeah. 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret? Yeah. Yelled at my kids... 54. Ever drank alcohol? Yup. 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs? Weed at least. 56. Ever watched The Hills? Nope. 57. What about Jersey Shore? Nope. 58. Ever called someone a slut? Not seriously that I recall. 59. What do you think of short shorts? Not for me. 60. Does it bother you if people swear around you? Nope. 61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject? Many times. 62. What about a B? ^^^ 63. And a C? A few. 64. How about a D? No. 65. Ever skived? Huh? 66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle? Outcast for sure. 67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? My age. Or older. 68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? Yup. 69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69? Kind of. 70. Ever watched porn? Yeah. Wasn’t into it. 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month? Speeding. 72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock? Yup. 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? Wednesdays. Jacob has them off from Papa John’s. 74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join? Not likely. 75. Ever performed in a talent show? No. 76. Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. I hate it too. 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? No, although I’m closer to my mom. 78. Would you audition for a reality talent competition? I did and didn’t get past the producers. 79. How many celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive. Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Chris Pratt, and Johnny Depp. 82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive. Kirsten Vangsness, Monica Raymund, Hilary Duff, I can’t think of more. 83. Ever been compared to a celebrity? Nooo. 84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook? I don’t think so. 85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money? I wouldn’t do it. 86. Are you opinionated? On some things. 87. Do you have a favorite store? Children clothing stores, like Carter’s or the Children’s Place. Barnes and Noble. 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans? Not likely. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? I have a couple boot cut pairs. 90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week? I pretty much wear the same few outfits all week. I only have so many work appropriate shirts. 91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school? I graduated college in 2016 and just went back to get my master’s about three weeks ago. 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand? Yeah. 93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture? Nope. Why would it? 94. Own a pair of converse? I do. They’re my favorite. 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites? What I am doing now is online and not like a typically school.

96. If yes, are you one of them? ^^^

97. Do you text in class? I did. And I do text while doing school stuff now, although not often. 98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to brands. 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?” I don’t know. 100. Do you want to lose weight? Yeah, I do. A lot of it. Like. 100 pounds. Ha. 101. Ever seen a therapist? I have. 102. Ever watched porn? I have, but not really for myself. I didn’t really enjoy it. 103. Ever purposely ignored a text? I have. 104. A facebook message? I have. 105. A poke? Yup. 106. A friend request? Many times. 107. Would you say you read into things too much? Oh, I’m sure. 108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? Suggesting. 109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?) I don’t think so. 110. Ever been called a bully? Not that I can recall. Because I never bullied people. 111. Ever purposely hurt yourself? Many times. 112. Ever gone to church? I used to. Years ago. 113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? NO. 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? I would not want to be exactly like her. But there are a lot of good things I would be happy to inherit. 115. What do you want to do with your life? I’m going to become a marriage and family therapist.

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair? I do. 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween? I don’t dress up. My kids do though. I don’t know what they’re going to be. Wyatt might be spiderman again. 118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? I take my babies. 119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you? Celebrities. 120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus? I don’t really care. 121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people? I do not. 122. Ever had a credit card denied? Probably. 123. What’s the last movie you watched? I don’t remember. 124. Last TV Show? Uhhh. Maybe Criminal Minds? 125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do? I wouldn’t likely care. 126. Ever been called a whore? I don’t think so. But it’s possible. 127. Are you american? I am. 128. Ever made yourself throw up? Yeah. 129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend? On a dare - Kayla and/or Brittany. 130. Are you Cute or Gross? Gross. 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”? It’s been years since anyone said that, but no, it didn’t bother me. 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like? We’re married and have been together many years. I would hope I could have intelligent conversations with him at this point. 133. Ever had the lead in a play? No. 134. What about a solo in a concert? I did once in high school. 135. What kind of a student are you? I’m a good student. I’ve always done very well. 136. Worst subject? I have always hated math. 137. Best subject? English or history. 138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? No. 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant? It’s super impossible so I would be pretty confused. 140. How late do you sleep in? I have to be up by 7:20ish. 141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them? Sometimes I use filters. 142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? I am the ugly friend, 100%. 143. Do you believe in love? Obviously. 144. Would you consider yourself a good student? Yeah.. 145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?” I don’t care. 146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy? Depends on my mood but usually salty or sweet. 147. Are you going into High School this year? Nope. Graduated 2012. 148. What about Junior High? Heck no. Ha. 149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry? That someone I love was seriously hurt or died. 150. Where did you find this note? @lovemesomesurveys :) 151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone? I have no idea since Wyatt is using it.

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