Warnings: angst, smut, stalking, hate, harassment, slander, scandals, bullying, friends to enemies, friends to lovers, fluff, slowburn, protected sex, pregnancy
Summary:
Y/N has made a name for herself in the film and television industry as a director, but the spotlight is far from glamorous. It seems like everyone is out to sabotage her career, either to take her spot or just for their own amusement.
Overwhelmed by the chaos, she turns to Jared Padalecki, a highly respected fixer known for his ability to salvage careers when things go awry. However, as they work together, things start to go off course. Boundaries blur and unexpected feelings surface. Will Jared be the salvation she needs, or will he complicate her life even more?
Inspired by Taylor Swift's Cancelled!
Good thing I like my friends cancelled. I like 'em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal. Like my whiskey sour, and poison thorny flowers
Welcome to my underworld where it gets quite dark At least you know exactly who your friends are. They're the ones with matching scars.
It’s been six years since all that drama took place. A lot has happened since then.
I think back to proceedings a few years after the trial.
Both Yule and Ori was the other suspect’s name.
They looked so different when I had to face them. Yule with no access to her contracts and hair dye. She was forced to revert to her dirty-blonde hair and green eyes. Ori, on the other hand his grey hair that was now kept short, and he looked like he had slept at all.
Since they've had prior misdemeanours, they're now looking at a decade in prison along with a $10,000 fine. It seems they engaged in similar behaviour before they started targeting me. While I may never understand why Yule had it out for me, I did uncover Ori's motive. After I directed my first movie, he became fixated on me, convinced that we were engaged and that I was just hesitant to move forward. It's a rather bizarre situation, to say the least.
Now that we're past that, Jared and I could be seen publicly without causing issues.
Even the media has become fascinated with our story. Jared's knack for handling my situation and keeping any additional scandals at bay while we started dating truly impressed them. His business has skyrocketed.
As for me, I’ve stepped back from directing even though I was offered a lot of new projects. Jared and I got married 4 years ago, and I have a second child on the way, a boy this time. Aylen, our four-year-old daughter, is thrilled about becoming a big sister. Our son's name is Dylan, meaning "sea," as we've decided to give our kids names related to elements. Aylen’s name means “ember”. Our daughter, Jared’s mini me; she inherited his dark brown hair and multi-spectrum hazel eyes. It makes me curious about whether our son will take after me or me instead.
We aren’t the only ones who have kids now. Jensen and Holy got married shortly after we did.
They have a son named Garrick, who is also four years old. He’s the perfect blend of both parents, dark brown hair like his mom's and emerald eyes like his dad's. Garrick and Aylen are the best of friends.
My parents are taking care of our daughter, while Jensen and Holy are watching their little one. We finally have this long-awaited double date. I took the time to dress up today, and I must say, it feels great to be in a cotton blue dress instead of my usual home attire. From afar, I can see my husband in a blue dress shirt and jeans. He looks handsome as always.
Jared sets the picnic basket down on the lawn, and I can’t help but smile as I open it. Inside are homemade pizza bagels, M&Ms, and some ginger ale.
My parents are taking care of our daughter, while Jensen’s parents are watching their little one. We finally have this long-awaited double date.
Jared sets the picnic basket down on the lawn, and I can’t help but smile as I open it. Inside are homemade pizza bagels, M&Ms, and a bottle of ginger ale.
“Aww, Jared, you really are the sweetest husband ever! This is everything I’ve been craving during this pregnancy,” I said with a smile.
“You’re welcome! Only the best for my beautiful wife. I have a feeling our son’s going to inherit my sweet tooth, but that chocolate craving? That’s all you,” Jared said
I spot Holy and Jensen in the distance, making their way over to join us on the picnic blanket. Holy has brought a pasta salad—another one of my cravings!
“You guys are seriously spoiling me today!” I said with excitement.
“What are friends for? You did the same for me when I was pregnant,” Holy replied with a warm smile.
I embrace everything that comes my way and feel thankful for the life I’m living now. I never imagined I could find peace, but it has truly come to me, and I owe that to Jared.
“Hey, Y/N, you seem a bit deep in thought. What are you thinking about?” Jared asked.
“I’m just taking it all in. I really appreciate the life I have right now. I feel so lucky to have you. I love you,” I said.
“Aww, that’s so sweet. The feeling is mutual, dove. I love you too,” Jared replied.
I set my bagel down for a moment and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
I can see the heat rise in my cheeks at the gesture. He’s adorable when he blushes.
We wrapped up our lunch and ended up having a blast with water guns afterward. Some might think it’s childish, but it’s something we all like to do. I can hear our daughter giggling from the house, so it seems my parents have brought her back already.
I put the water gun down and give her a big hug. Jared smiles at the sweet moment.
“I missed you, Mom! I had so much fun at Grandma and Grandpa's. We did some drawings,” she said with a smile, as she held out her art for me to see.
“I missed you too, Sweet Pea! I’m so glad you had a great time. Oh, you made a new drawing! Let me take a look,” I reply, gently taking it from her little hands.
“I love it! Let’s put it on the fridge,” I say. Jared scoops her up, carrying her into the house. I can’t do that anymore, being in my second trimester.
Holy and Jensen said their goodbyes and headed home, allowing us to get Aleyn settled for her nap. Once she was asleep, Jared and I decided to watch a movie—nothing in particular, just something random that caught our interest. We sank into our sofa and enjoyed the next few hours lost in the film before it was time for dinner.
" Did I ever tell you how much I love our life and you? I am so lucky to have you."
I said
"You have, but I'll never tire of it. I feel the same way about our life together.I love you too, Honey, " Jared replied with a smile.
He takes gently, takes my left hand in his, and kisses my engagement ring and wedding band.
Such a sweet gesture.
I've grown accustomed to us being drama-free, and I truly hope it continues.
I'm gently stroking Jared's brown hair as he dozes on my lap. My golden retriever-like boyfriend really has worn himself out. He’s been working tirelessly to manage the fallout since Verlee's arrest. Her family keeps pleading with me to drop the charges. Why should I do that? She’s already getting off easy. With no prior convictions, it’s just a Class B misdemeanour, and she’s only looking at 180 days and a $2,000 fine.
I had a feeling it wasn't quite over, and I was right. My porch has been cluttered with dead carnations, and there was also a chamomile wedding cake sitting there. It looks like at least two more people are causing trouble.
I can almost guarantee one of them is someone from high school. Not everyone knows about the carnations. The police are investigating the flowers, but it’s taking longer than I hoped. They don’t use the same florist, so they have to go through a lot of security footage. Unfortunately, they haven’t managed to capture a clear image of the suspect’s face yet. I'm really hoping they get a lead soon.
I hear my phone ring, and it's Holy. The call immediately fills me with me dread when I hear the panic in Holy's voice.
“Y/N, someone’s trying to break into the office building. I came in to check on something and locked the doors. I’m barricaded in my office and called the cops. They should be here soon, but I’m terrified,” Holy said, her voice filled with fear.
My heart drops. She’s in danger.
“I’ll get there as quickly as I can. Hopefully, the police will arrive before I do. Just stay in your office!” My hands tremble as I shake Jared awake.
He stirs, blinking drowsily before sitting up; he sees the concerned look on my face.
“Y/N, what’s happening?” he asked, already knowing something was wrong, though.
“Holy is trapped in the office building. Someone is trying to break in. The cops are on the way, but I need to be there for her,” I replied. I feel panic rising in my chest.
“Okay, let’s get dressed,” Jared replies, his voice steadying me, but my mind races with fear for Holy.
I take a deep breath as I pull my bulletproof clothes from the closet—something I never imagined I'd need. They were tailored for emergencies, and I guess this is one of those moments.
Next, I retrieve my weapon from the safe and secure it in my holster before sliding it on. Another item I hoped would never need to be used, but here we are.
Alright, Y/N, we’ve got this.
Jared gets us to my office building quickly, without breaking the speed limit. He parks on the opposite side of the street. I spot two people I don't recognize. Something feels awfully familiar about the one with bleached blonde hair streaked with green highlights. I feel a chill down and can't forget those spider contacts Yule always wore. I've always had a fear of spiders. This just made things worse because of that infamous Valentine’s Day carnations prank.
Jared tried to convince me to stay in the car, but I didn't listen. On impulse, I jumped out and tried to make my way around to the back, hoping to reach Holy. But they spotted me—Yule especially—and she quickly closed the distance between us, brandishing a knife. Thankfully, she didn't get a chance to use it; I fired at her foot, and she screamed, the weapon clattering to the ground as she fell. Just then, the other suspect turned and pulled out his own gun. I didn't hesitate—I aimed for his kneecaps and shot before he could even pull the trigger. The self-defence classes and practice at the shooting range really came in handy. I’m grateful I listened to Jared and did them.
I could hear the police arriving, and soon they had both Yule and the mystery attacker in handcuffs, reciting their Miranda rights. The other officers went inside to check on Holy, and I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that she hadn’t been harmed. Still, I knew she was shaken up and would likely need some therapy to process everything.
I had been so focused on the chaos in front of me that I didn’t notice Jared approaching until he was right there. “Jeez, Y/N, don’t ever scare me like that again. That was reckless.” Jared said as he wrapped his arms around me. I felt the tension release from my body. This past month had been a whirlwind of stress, and I was thankful that all that drama seemed to finally be behind us.
On Sunday, everything changes. I learned that my home has been bugged. Without hesitation, Jared sends his security team from work to retrieve my belongings.
"You’re staying with me, Y/N. I don't want you there until we sort this out. This is clearly bigger than we thought," Jared said.
I can only nod in response, my mind too overwhelmed to find the right words. Once Jared switches to protective mode, there’s no convincing him otherwise. Not that I mind, of course; that fiercely protective nature of his is one thing that initially drew me to him.
In the brief time we've known one another, we've truly impacted each other's lives. After being jilted at the altar by Rex, I never imagined I'd find interest in romance again—until Jared came along.
He guides me to the sofa, and I snuggle up against him as we settle in for a Netflix binge. We chose to watch the new release, *Guarding Stars*. It seems promising—a twist on the usual trope. Instead of the male bodyguard protecting a female celebrity, the roles are reversed this time. I can't help but smile; the lead looks just like Jared.
I really enjoyed that movie. Once it wrapped up, I stood up and stretched my legs a bit. Maybe it’s time for some yoga since my limbs are feeling a little tight. I grabbed the mat I had left by the sofa and set it up in the open space in the living room. Jared just sat back, watching me with a cheeky grin as I got to work.
My phone breaks the silence, and Jared puts it on speaker.
“Hey, I just saw your texts! Sorry for the late reply. Jensen and I were out of range. That sounds terrifying, what you’re going through. I’m glad you’re with Jared now.”
I can hear the teasing tone in her voice when she continues, “So, what’s happening with you two? Any more than just friends?”
“No worries! You were busy having fun with Jensen. I’m lucky Jared let me crash here. As for our ‘status,’ I’m not sure—maybe ask him yourself? He’s right here,” I replied.
Jared jumps in, “We’re just figuring things out; it’s only been a few days! But when Y/N is ready, I’d like to define what we have.”
Holy lets out an excited squeal. Wow, someone is definitely thrilled!
“Okay, I won’t keep you! Enjoy your time together,” she says before hanging up, leaving me no chance to say anything else.
She’s certainly excited about all this!
Now it's Jared's phone's turn to interrupt us.
“Oh jeez, I forgot I had a Zoom meeting today. I’ve got to get to my computer. I'll be back in 20 mins tops.” Jared said. He kisses the top of my head before leaving.
Well, since it’s just about lunchtime, I might as well get started on making something delicious. Jared mentioned yesterday that he really enjoys steak, so today it’s steak sandwiches on the menu. I begin by frying up the steaks, followed by some mushrooms once they’re done. While they’re resting, I toast the bread to give it that perfect crunch. After the bread is toasted, I slice the meat and mushrooms and pile them onto the bread. A sprinkle of mozzarella cheese goes on top, and I leave it open-faced before popping it into the toaster oven to let the cheese melt. When everything’s ready, I plate it up and set it on the counter alongside some fresh fruit, napkins, and glasses of water.
Jared smiles at me before taking a seat.
It doesn’t take him long to finish it.
“Y/N, that was amazing and tasted so good. Thank you, dove.” Jared said.
“You’re welcome, darling, and I'm glad you like that. Also, thank you for taking such good care of me the past few days.” I replied
After I finished, I tried to clean up, but Jared beat me to it.
Jared just gestures to me towards the living room while he finishes up.
I happily obliged and sat on his sofa. It's comfy.
My peace is interrupted when a security alert from my office pops up on my phone. Someone tried to break in, but they couldn't, so they left a note.
The security company messages me and asks me if I want them to call the cops. I tell them yes,
10 mins later…
The cops call.
“Ms. Y/L/N, we've got the note that was left on your office door, and we'd like you to come to the station to see if you recognize the handwriting in the note,” Anne said.
“Yeah, okay, I'll be down there soon,” I said.
Jared, ever the quiet observer, overheard everything. He's already dressed and has the keys to the Escalade in his right hand.
I quickly follow suit and get dressed. I throw on the first thing I find, a blue tee with the phrase karma is a cat and a pair of denim shorts. We are in the middle of a heatwave here in Texas.
We got into his car for the brief ten-minute drive to the station. When Anne spotted me, she simply put down the note, now sealed in an evidence bag. My hands trembled, struggling to hold onto it. My heart sank when I recognized the handwriting—there was no doubt, it belonged
to Verlee Hall, my former best friend. Instead of my name, she called me ninnyhammer, a word that means simpleton and fool, and it hurt seeing that. Our friendship broke apart when a guy she liked asked me out, even though I had no interest in him. She ended our friendship. Verlee went from being one of my greatest supporters to being a bully and spreading rumours. It hurts to think that she might be the one behind all of the trouble that I've had these past few years.
“I take it you recognize the writing by the look on your face. Who do you think wrote the note?” Annie asked
“Verlee Hall, my former best friend from high school. We had a falling out when her crush asked me out. She started creating rumours and bullying me.” I replied.
“Alright, we’ll look into it, but for now, we should definitely increase security wherever you're staying,” Annie said.
I nodded, too shaken to speak. Jared led me to his car.
That’s when the tears began to fall.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. The police will catch her, and you’ll be safe. Let’s get you home,” Jared reassured me, holding me tightly.
We drove back to his house in silence. I desperately hoped they would catch her so I could finally find some peace, but deep down, I felt something was off. It couldn’t just be her behind all this drama.
As we both have the weekend off, Jared and I enjoyed spending the day together. We had breakfast and are enjoying a tense gaming session on his Xbox. Call of Duty: I haven’t played much, but one thing I know is that Jared and I make a great team.
“I’ve got it that one. I said.
“Thanks, Y/N, you just saved my ass,” Jared replied. I don’t have to look over to know he’s smiling.
I am really enjoying my time with him, even if it’s just a budding friendship between us. If that’s all I get with him, I am happy.
I’m still in the same outfit I wore to bed, and it’s not easy to concentrate with Jared around in just his shorts. Honestly, I'm impressed that I can focus on the game at all.
Suddenly, my stomach growls, breaking the stillness.
“Alright, let’s get you something to eat, dove. Sounds like someone’s hungry. You’re in luck—the lasagna will be ready soon,” Jared says as he pauses the game and gets up from the sofa.
I follow him into the kitchen, where the lasagna has been resting for the last ten minutes.
I made myself comfortable on the barstool beside the counter. Jared slices me a piece before he takes one for himself.
He then gets a pitcher of water and some glasses.
Damn, can this man cook? Are there any tasks he cannot perform? I'm confident he could even excel at sports and even directing if he set his mind to it.
“You seem relaxed, Y/N, and that's good to see. I’m really enjoying this time I’m spending with you. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt relaxed with someone.” Jared said.
“I am thankful to you, Jared. I haven’t felt this at ease with someone in quite some time.” I replied with a smile.
Once we finish lunch, it feels like Jared can't resist the urge to get a little closer. As we dive into our gaming session, I notice him softly nudging my knees with his.
He shuts off the game and tugs me toward his bedroom.
“Jared, are you sure you want to cross boundaries again?” I asked him, curiosity lacing my voice.
“Absolutely,” he replied with lust in his eyes. “I’m done holding back. There’s definitely something building between us, and trust me, it’s more than just sex. We'll talk about that later, though, dove.”
As we began to shed our clothes, the urgency took over. This time it felt different—intense and electric. It was both rough and gentle, each moment packed with a passionate energy. We explored every inch of each other, marking one another in a way that left no part untouched. By the end, we are both satisfied, and the sheets—along with us—are sticky.
I curled into his side. We take time to catch our breath before we address the lingering questions between us.
“If you are willing, Y/N, I feel like something is brewing between us and I’d like to explore it further,” Jared said with a hopeful look.
I reach for his hand.
“I’d love to; Jared and I can feel it too,” I replied
Jared places a gentle kiss on my lips and guides me towards his bathroom so we can get cleaned up.
We ended up making things messier when we tried to clean up, but that’s just how it goes sometimes. I’m definitely going to feel it for a bit; walking isn't going to be easy. But honestly, I don’t mind. The soreness is a nice reminder of my time with Jared.
Once he dried off, he went to grab our clothes, leaving me to finish up on my own. I couldn't help but notice the silk knee-length nightgown he chose for me—it’s gorgeous. And he grabbed himself a pair of shorts; both of them were definitely on the cheeky side. I couldn’t help but smirk; I love that he’s not shy about how he feels about me.
We spent the next hour in his living room working on a puzzle together before Jared headed to the kitchen to start on dinner. After a hearty lunch, we had opted for chicken salad tonight. This time, we chose to have dinner in the living room. I couldn't help but think about our future and where it might take us.
I'm working on directing my latest film, Secret Admirers of the Rose, starring Benny King and Desiree Lloyd.
It is a captivating story; we follow Faith Mercier, a passionate land developer with a sharp eye for potential. She stumbles upon Hazelpeak, a charming small town rich in natural beauty, filled with untapped land. However, her plans were derailed by Isaac Griggs, a horticulturist, environmentalist and the town's mayor, who is determined to protect Hazelpeak from any kind of development.
A tale of enemies to lovers and battles of will. Faith and Isaac vie for the future of the town. While Faith sees growth opportunities, Isaac fights to maintain the town's pristine character. Through their passionate debates and clashing viewpoints, the two discover common ground, ultimately reaching a compromise that allows for development only in the older, neglected parts of town.
As they navigate their differences, Faith and Isaac find themselves unexpectedly falling in love, which transforms not just their lives, but the town itself.
“Benny, can you step close to Desiree and put more passion into that kiss. Rose and Issac supposed to be reuniting after weeks apart.”
I said.
They follow my directions. Perfect, looking good so far.
Now speaking of weeks apart.
It's been quite some time since I last saw Jared, not since that weekend after the gala. We’ve both silently decided to pretend it never happened. I guess I miss him, but I have to keep that feeling in check. It feels as though the other shoe will drop and someone will use it against us. I can’t handle another scandal, and Jared is well aware of that, which is why he's keeping his distance.
It's been a long day, and I can't wait to get home. Thank goodness it's the last scene for today.
“Okay, that's a wrap, guys. Good work. Time for everyone to pack up and head home.” I said as I started to gather my things.
Atwood has the day off today; he's visiting his daughter. So I’m heading home on my own. Perfect excuse to take the Audi 5 out for a spin—good to take it out now and then.
But when I pull up to the house, something isn’t right. As I step onto the porch, a chill runs down my spine. There it is—a bouquet of dead carnations. Seeing them has bothered me ever since that prank on Valentine’s Day back in high school. I don’t want to take any chances, so I call the cops. I've called them before about a stalker. So I figured it’s best to keep everything documented.
The police arrived about ten minutes later, and seeing Detective Anne Morris eased my mind for a moment. She had been working on my stalking case for the past couple of years.
“Ms. Y/L/N, it seems your stalker was here again. Did they leave a note?” Anne asked.
“Not a note, just a bouquet of dead carnations. I left them untouched so the crime scene wouldn’t get contaminated,” I answered.
“Good thinking. I’ll have my partner Glenn Granger bag them up. In the meantime, is there somewhere you can stay? We need to check the rest of the house for anything suspicious,” Anne said.
I pause for a moment, biting my lip as I search for a place to stay. My parents live an hour away, and I’d rather not set off another panic. The last time the stalker stopped by, I ended up crashing at their place for a month. I didn’t mind, though; I love my parents.
Holy is not in the country at the moment. She is vacationing in Greece with Jensen. Atwood, I wouldn't want to put his family in harm's way.
And honestly, it’s not like I’d want to impose this mess on anyone. There's only one other person I trust to navigate tough situations: Jared. I suppose it’s time to give him a call. Taking a deep breath, I start dialling his number.
“Hey Y/N. It’s been ages since we last caught up. What’s new with you?” Jared asked.
“I’ve been busy directing Secret Admirers of the Rose. But I’m not calling just to talk. I hate to ask, but I really need a place to stay. The stalker is back,” I replied.
He paused for a moment, taking it in.
“I’ll be right there, dove. No need to ask anyone else for a ride.” Jared said.
When he arrived, he wrapped me in a warm hug that made me feel safe. It ended way too soon for my liking; I wouldn’t have minded staying there a little longer.
“Alright, I’m here, sweet girl. Let’s get you back to my place,” Jared said, guiding me towards his car.
I felt a wave of relaxation wash over me as soon as we stepped into his home. Then it dawned on me—I hadn’t brought anything aside from the clothes on my back and my purse. Jared must have heard my gears turning.
“There are still some clothes from the last time you visited. That jumpsuit wasn’t the only thing I picked up that day. They’re in the guest room across from mine. Take your time to settle in; I’ll be in my home office if you need anything,” Jared said.
“Thank you so much for everything; you’re the sweetest,” I replied.
I make my way to the guest room across from his. After placing my purse down, I suddenly realize I am in desperate need of a shower. I sift through the dresser and grab the first items I see: a soft blue cotton sleep set and a pair of white cotton undergarments.
I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding my breath. A smile spreads across my face when I catch sight of the familiar products lined up on the counter. It’s the same soap, body wash, and shampoo I use back home. It seems that before Jared came over, he might have reached out to Holy to find out what products I preferred. He definitely came prepared, making an extra effort to ensure my comfort.
What did I do to deserve someone like him? My ex-fiancé never showed this kind of thoughtfulness. Sure, Rex paid attention to little things, like my favourite food, but I never imagined he’d go out of his way for something like this. After my shower, I felt refreshed.
Once I'm dressed, I head back into that bedroom.
That is when I noticed another sweet gesture: a turkey sandwich and a glass of iced tea on the nightstand, along with a note.
"I figured you’d be hungry after the long day you had. Enjoy, Y/N."
Despite my promise to keep things professional with Jared, these sweet gestures from him are making it increasingly difficult. I push the thoughts aside and dig into the sandwich.
After finishing the sandwich, I relax into the bed; it’s been a long day.
Okay, today is the gala, and we have arrived at the location. Boy, am I nervous. I hope my speech is okay.
Atwood stops the limo and opens the door for me and Holy to get out.
I stare at it in awe. From the outside, this house looks very elegant. It has been built with grey bricks and has brown brick decorations. Small, half-rounded windows add to the overall style of the house and have been added to the house in a fairly asymmetrical pattern.
“Wow, this place is stunning; it looks like it's straight out of a movie,” I said.
Holy nods at me in agreement.
I carefully make my way into the building. This Gucci asymmetrical light blue shimmering silk high-slit dress isn't the easiest thing to walk in. I don't know why I bought it. I regret choosing to wear the Victoria’s Secret undergarments, crafted from silk as well and featuring delicate lace trim. To complement my dress, I also opted for a blue lace garter.
I look over and make my way to the main room where the podium is set up before I forget my speech.
I wonder where Jared is. I thought he’d be here to greet me.
When I reach the podium, I scan the crowd looking for him. There he is, the center. I nearly swallowed my tongue. He looks devastatingly handsome in that well-tailored light blue suit. Damn, we match. I wonder if Holy and Jensen had a hand in making that happen. Okay, Y/, N focus, no need to think about what is under that suit.
“Okay, you know why you are invited to celebrate the opening of my foundation, Positive Minds. It focuses on keeping your mental health in check when you're thrown into tough situations. Which is something close to my heart because I've been in that predicament myself. There are pamphlets on the table stating more about the foundation. Okay, that's all I have to say. Thank you, guys, for coming and enjoy your night. I said. I then step off the podium.
I quickly search for a glass of whiskey to soothe my nerves. When that doesn't work. I make a beeline for the bathroom.
I take a deep breath in. Just a few more hours and you can leave. Just when I feel like I've finally calmed down. I feel large hands encircling my waist. I'd recognize those hands anywhere. I've spent many nights alone with my toys fantasizing about the man those hands belong to.
I look up in the mirror to meet Jared's gaze. His multi-spectrum hazel eyes are full of lust.
It has me slightly turned on, and at the same time worried someone might walk in.
“Y/N, did you purposely wear that to test my control. Well,l if that's the case, it's certainly working. Jared said as move his hand lower.
I feel myself growing slick, I can barely focus.
“Jared, wait, not here. Someone could walk in, and I got to make my rounds. I want you to, just not now.”I said.
“Alright, one hour and then you’re all mine for the night. But I’m taking a few things since you’re making me wait,” Jared said with a mischievous glint in his eye as he slipped his hand under my dress. In one smooth motion, he discreetly took my garter and underwear, stuffing them into his pants pocket. With a confident smirk, he walked out of the bathroom.
The sudden realization that I'm now commando in a high-slit dress hits me like a cold blast of water. Thank goodness I always keep fabric tape in my bag. Before I do that, I go to the stall and clean myself up the best I can. After washing my hands. I swiftly pull out the tape and secure my dress; that should do the trick for now.
Kit and Anika come up to me to chat with me about the foundation.
We shake hands
“I'm Kit, and my wife Anikawe is the co-founder of Blossomnite. We love your mission statement and would like to work with you on a project. We'll be in touch with your office soon.” Kit said.
“That means so much to me that you want to work with my foundation. Since you guys are big names in mental health awareness. I look forward to working with guys, too. I said as I handed them my business card.
I see Jared silently signal with his eyes to follow.
I swiftly follow him. Atwood is there with the car waiting for us.
Jared opens the door for me. Atwood knows we are up to something because he came back with the limo again and not the regular car.
As soon as we get inside, I make sure to pull up the privacy glass. The quiet is soon broken by the sounds of zippers and fabric rustling. I let out a little squeak as Jared pushes me down onto the seat. Damn, someone is impatient as hell.
“ Last chance Y/N to say no,” Jared said.
“I want this as much as you do,” I replied
Finally receiving the permission he sought.
Jared fills me, and I need a moment to adjust to his size. I've never felt so full. A low groan escapes him as squeeze him.
It doesn’t take long for us both to orgasm. In the backseat, we passionately explore each other, leaving not a single inch unmarked. My lips are swollen from his kisses, and every part of me aches—but in a good way.
After five intense orgasms, I’m left breathless and blissfully spent; I feel a mixture of our cum leak onto the seat. Jared finally withdraws, and we take a moment to gather ourselves before we get dressed.
We arrived at an unfamiliar three-story white brick house
"Jared, where are we?" I asked, a hint of confusion in my voice.
"My place," he replied, a smirk on his lips.
"If you think I'm done with you for the weekend, you're sorely mistaken." Before I could respond, he swung open the limo door and helped me out, then effortlessly tossed me over his shoulder, making a beeline for his home.
He fumbled with his keys, nearly dropping them as he tried to unlock the door with one hand. Somehow, we made it to his bedroom, and he handed me one of his shirts to wear to bed. I smiled and slipped off my dress before putting it on.
"Just rest, Y/N. You're probably exhausted. We'll pick this up in the morning," Jared said gently. I nodded in agreement and collapsed onto his bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion consume me.
The delicious smell of pancakes and bacon jolted me awake. I look around the unfamiliar surroundings. Then I remembered that I spent the night at Jared's. My muscles protest at any further movement. He really wore me out. I hear Jared open the door and the sound of silverware moving in the tray.
“Dove, looks like you are up already. I brought you breakfast. I figured you needed to refuel after last night. I also ordered some clothes for you so you have something to wear. Though I prefer you in my clothes.” Jared said as he set the tray on the bed.
Dove a sign of peace. What if I could never give him peace?
With enemies coming around the bend, there's very little chance of that.
I push those thoughts aside and just enjoy the present.
Jared has enough on the tray for both of us.
I savour the taste.
“Thank you for this. These are amazing. How did you know I like strawberries? I replied
“I like to know the little things about people. Also, thank you for the compliment. I rarely get to cook for other people. “Jared said with a smile.
After breakfast. I decide to take a shower while Jared cleans up.
The pressure on his shower is amazing, and it feels great on my sore muscles.
Once I was done, I slipped into the undergarments and the cute blue short jumpsuit that Jared had chosen for me. It’s made of soft cotton and falls just above my knees. Should I feel strange about him picking out my undergarments? Not really, considering we’ve already been intimate.
As soon as I arrive back downstairs, Jared is there waiting for me in the living room. He silently licks his lips at the sight of me in the outfit he picked.
I feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
Damn, but does he ever look good as well. He's wearing a fitted blue tee and black jeans. His hair was slightly tousled.
“Damn, Y/N, I don't think I can resist you for much longer,” Jared said, shifting his weight slightly.
I stepped closer, pulling him in as I kissed him deeply, and he reciprocated the kiss.
A squeal escaped my lips as he started to undress me, lifting my legs to wrap them around his waist. Amid this moment, I noticed he had also undressed. I clutched his neck tightly, holding on as he carried me over to the sofa bed.
Jared leaves a mark on my neck just before he pushes deeper. My body feels electrified, every nerve ending alight with sensation. We've learned each other's bodies well by now, and he knows just how to hit all those sweet spots. Surprisingly, the lingering soreness from yesterday doesn’t bother me. Thank goodness for my IUD; otherwise, this weekend could have brought some surprises. We spend the rest of the afternoon losing ourselves in each other.
Jared and I were too distracted and ended up skipping lunch. So we found ourselves starving by dinner. Jared and I opted to order pizza because we were both too exhausted to cook. As for what this means for us after the weekend, I’m not too worried about it; I’m just soaking in the moment.
The Association is progressing nicely. We are going to have an opening gala in a few weeks. I hope nothing goes wrong. The nagging feeling in my gut that something will. Jared tried to ease my worries by telling me he's hiring extra security. I'm not sure how much good that will do. Some people are crazy and crafty.
My friend Holy is taking charge of the guest list for the gala. We're keeping it straightforward and inviting individuals who truly commit to raising awareness about mental health, which is the core mission of my foundation. Among our guests are Kit Campbell and Anika James-Campbell, the co-founders of Blossomnite, an organization dedicated to mental health initiatives for youth.
A knock at the door interrupts us. It's Jared, and he's not in his usual polished fare. He's jacketless, and the sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up to his elbows.his shirt is also untucked.
He clearly works out, and it is more noticeable without a jacket.
My mind suddenly wanders where it shouldn't.
Holy, I'd like a word with Y/ N can you excuse us?
Um, yeah, sure, I'll go take a break.
She leaves like her ass is on fire.
Jared, you rarely drop by unless you have an appointment. What do I owe the surprise visit to?
Jared responds by locking the door and then backing me up into the conference table.
I let out a squeal as he placed me on top of it.
I can't get the sight of that blue skirt you wore to our last meeting.
Lucky me, you are wearing it again.
I no longer seem to mind the blurred lines.
Can I have a taste?
I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. I'm sure my face is all red, and my underwear is soaked.
The words feel stuck in my throat, but I managed to squeak out yes.
A smirk spreads across his face. His multi-spectrum hazel eyes are filled with lust.
Jared kneels under my skirt and pushes it up. He skillfully removes my soaked underwear with his teeth and tosses the offending object somewhere in the room.
He licks me like he's starved and I'm his favourite meal. He drives home with his tongue, and it doesn't take me long to come.
Jared pulls away, and I whine at the loss.
Don't worry, Y/N, that was just the appetizer. I am nowhere near done with you. He said as he reached over to help me out of my clothes.
I quickly try to push the dirty thoughts aside and focus on being professional.
“Earth to Y/N, where did your mind go just now? If you are preoccupied, I can come back later,” Jared said.
“No, it's fine. Come sit down and tell me what I owe the grace of your presence. You are usually so busy. I replied.
“I came to see how you are progressing with the gala. I assume you've got the guest list and invites already sent out. May I see the list?” Jared said.
I let out a quiet sigh. All work and no play makes Jared a dull boy. That's just how Jared has always remained professional. Sometimes I wish he wouldn't. Y/N, you barely know him and can't afford another scandal.
I slide over the list that Holy left in the middle of the table.
Jared pulls out his reading glasses out of his pocket. Hmm, this is so not helping is purposely trying to get me to crack.
It doesn’t take him long to go over the list. Damn, is he a quick reader.
“Everything looks good; this list is impressive. It looks like the gala is almost all set. We've secured Gracewoods, my best friend Jensen's family residence, as the venue. Do you have your outfit ready? Remember, the colours should be light blue and orange to stay consistent with the foundation's branding.” Jared said.
“Thank you for the compliment about the work we’ve done so far. Also, no, I have not gotten a dress. Holy and I are planning to head to Gucci today to pick something up.”
A notification sound goes off on Jared's phone, interrupting our conversation.
He reluctantly goes to check it.
“Sorry to cut this short, but Jensen needs to see me. Next time I'll see you will be at the gala.” Jared said as he got up.
He leaves as if his ass is on fire and doesn't let me get another word in. Jeez, what is up with that reaction? Jared is always calm and collected.
I don’t have time to dottle. I should text Holy to come back from her “break”. Who knows where she actually went, though. She and Jensen have been getting cozy. Whenever she’s not here, Holy is with him.
Holy, you can come back now. Jared just left. Remember, we need to go dress shopping.
Okay, I am on my way back. Did you enjoy your time with Jared?
We were just working. Nothing happened. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Nah, I see how you two look at each other. Also, when I was at his office to drop something off, Lo also mentioned to me that Jared has been taking a suspicious number of showers in his office’s ensuite.
I don’t even bother responding to that last text; I just stuff my phone back into my purse.
Holy returns within 5 minutes, and we call my driver, Atwood Wright.
“Miss Y/N, Miss Holy, how are you two ladies?” Atwood asked as he opened the door for us.
“We are doing well, Atwood. How are you and your family doing? I know that your daughter just had twins. How are guys adjusting to the new additions?” I replied.
As soon as we settle in, he makes his way to the front and takes the driver's seat.
“It’s good to hear you’ve been doing well. It’s a huge change, but I love seeing Keira as a mother. It's something I’d never see. As you know, Corey had trouble having kids. “ Atwood said
It doesn’t take as long for us to get to Gucci since it’s just a couple of blocks over. Holy has been awfully silent the whole ride, which means she’s up to something.
As soon as we get inside, she makes a beeline to the blue dresses.
She smirks at me while holding a rather revealing dress. I reluctantly take it to the change room.
I quickly slipped into the dress, and I must say, I wasn’t wrong—the high slit and one-shoulder design are quite daring. However, I have to admit, it really looks fantastic on me!
I pull back the curtain, and Holy is right there waiting for me.
“You look amazing in that dress. I knew you would. Jared is going to love it.” Holy said with a smirk.
I shake my head at her before responding.
“This is for the gala; this isn’t for Jared.” I replied as I made a beeline for the change room.”
When I come out of the change room, Holy is no longer standing there.
Before I had time to wonder where she went. I received a text from her.
I went to grab something, and I texted Atwood he'll be here in 10 mins. I'll meet you back at the car.
I go to pay for the dress and find Atwood there waiting for me.
Holy is waiting in the car. I set the dress down beside me. Holy unexpectedly thrust a bag into my lap once my hands were free.
I feel my heat rise in my cheeks at the sight of the bag. Really, Holy Victoria's Secret.
Nothing is going to happen at the gala.
Idk why she and Lo are adamant that something is going to happen. We can’t cause any scandals. Jared is supposed to help me prevent them from creating more.
I just stare out the window and anxiously wait till I finally arrive home.
My alarm goes off, and I quickly get dressed. I throw the first profession thing I find on. A simple striped jumpsuit. I don't have any time to make something elaborate for breakfast, so I make a bagel and a cup of tea. After breakfast, I scoop up the folder with my notes that are awaiting me on the coffee table.
I make my way to the garage and hop into my Pontiac Firebird.
I reached Azure Street in record time. I park my car in front of the tall, glass, intimidating building.
To my surprise, Jared is there waiting for me. I thought his manager would be the one to bring me up to meet him. He exudes power. His large 6’4” stature makes you think he'd be intimidating, but he's not. Jared's mesmerizing hazel eyes were filled with warmth and understanding. He silently motions for me to follow him. I do as he asks.
A man of few words, he just ushers me into his office and motions for me to sit.
“So Miss Y/N/L Lo filled me in on what was going on. I also did my research. The first step is maybe to do some charity work. I know you are quite passionate about mental health awareness. Have you ever considered starting your own occasion? Jared said.
“No, I haven't, and I love that idea. We should get working on that, I replied with a smile.
Jared is a man of few words and starts typing ideas for the project into his laptop.
He doesn’t say anything until an hour later.
“First, I suggest we quietly roll it out on social media, Association. You’ll coordinate with my graphics team to collaborate on the aesthetics. We can also schedule some time with our social media team for another day. I’m sending you to the graphics team located on the 3rd floor. I’ve already reached out to them, and Gaston Compere will be ready to assist you. It was good meeting you, Y/N. I look forward to talking to you again soon.”
“Thank Jared for getting the ball rolling; you are brilliant. It was nice meeting you, too. I'd better get going.” I replied
As I step onto the third floor, a man in his mid-50s with salt-and-pepper black hair is there to welcome me.
“You must be Ms. Y/L/N. Jared has told me about your situation. I’ve already got some ideas for you to look at,” Gaston said, motioning for me to follow him.
“Yeah, I’m, and you must be Mr. Compere. Oh, and I can’t wait to see what you’ve got for me to look at.” I replied.
We enter his office. After we sit down in our respective seats, he turns around his computer monitor to show what he’s come up with. I absolutely love it. The design features a "P" inside the shape of a heart, nestled within the brain, accompanied by the name "Positive Pulse" below. This composition radiates warmth and tranquillity, enhanced by a harmonious blend of light orange and blue hues.
“I love it, Gaston. This is precisely what I envisioned the moment Mr. Padalecki mentioned the name, Positive Pulse.” I said with a huge smile on my face.
A huge smile accompanies the look of pride on his face.
“I’m glad you like Mademoiselle. You are one of my easiest clients. Usually, they nitpick everything.” Gaston replied.
“I recognize talent when I see you, and you are brilliant. I look forward to seeing what else your departments come up with for product design. I should get going. It's getting late. It was nice meeting you.”I said.
“It was nice meeting you too,” Gaston said.
We head out of his office, and I head to the elevator. I take it down to the ground floor.
I notice Jared, but he doesn't say anything and just smiles at me.
I rub my temples, trying to dispel the headache that seems determined to stick around. It turns out someone thought it would be funny to hire a body double to attend a party at the Silk Serenade, a well-known strip club. Now, whispers are flying around that I’ve ditched my career to embrace a life as a stripper. Seriously, what did I do to deserve this mess?
Just last week, people spotted another lookalike of mine kissing Philemon Romanowicz, a film director who has been married to his high school sweetheart, Pryor, for 45 years. Now I’m being branded a home-wrecker and a stripper. When will this nightmare finally come to an end?
That's the final straw. So I do something I should have done a long time ago. After that, the expensive hotel room was wrecked, and I had to pay for the damages.
I dug out the business card my friend Holy gave me.
Forthright is known for dealing with problems like mine. Okay, here we go.
Hello, this is Forthright? Lo speaking. How may I help you?
“Yeah, this is Y/N Y/L/N. My career is hanging by a thread because of false rumours. " I said.
I was wondering when we might hear from you, Ms. Y/L/N.
He has an opening tomorrow. Someone cancelled. Do you think you can come in then?
Yeah, I can. My next project doesn't start till next month, so my schedule is wide open.
Okay, great, we will see Ms. Y/L/N. Have a good day.
Okay, I will see you guys tomorrow. Thanks, Lo. You have a good day too.
Okay, well, that's all set up. Now, in the meantime, I should make notes on what I need to talk to Mr. Padalecki about.
Well, the home-wrecker thing should be my number one priority. The stripper thing really has faded by now.
Once I got going, I was left with a few pages of notes. This should do the trick.
I looked at the clock and realized it was already 8 pm. I head to my fridge and pull a piece of leftover lasagna to eat. I reheat it in the toaster and try to relax, putting the upcoming meeting out of my mind for now.
About an hour after I finished dinner, I took a shower before heading to bed.
Summary: Your bosses don’t believe all men are pigs. You prove them wrong.
Pairing: Winchesters (Dean, Sam, John) x fem!Reader
Warnings: crack, fun, a dash of naughtiness, dating
A/N: Inspired by a social media post.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Dean, one of your bosses at Winchester Inc., asked. He looked up from his phone, giving you that irresistible smile, making all the ladies tingly. “You look like someone killed your dog.”
“I don’t have a dog, Dean,” you huffed and tried to move past him to reach your office. “Men are pigs, that’s all.”
“Men? Pigs?” Dean hurriedly got up from his seat and stuffed his phone back into his pocket to follow you toward your office. “What did I do?”
You sighed deeply. “You did nothing wrong, boss. It’s them…”
“What did my father do?” Dean jumped to conclusions. If someone fucked things up with his favorite employee, it must’ve been his father.
“John didn’t do anything wrong either, Dean,” you sniffed. “It’s just…men are pigs.”
“SAMMY! What did you do?” You flinched when Dean yelled his brother’s name. “Did you hurt Y/N? Did you tell her about your boring new book again and make her sad?”
“Sam didn’t do a thing!" You were quick to stop Dean from accusing his brother. “I just hate Tinder and men.”
“Tinder?” John said as he, followed by Sam, walked toward you and his eldest son. “What happened? Why is Dean yelling like he lost his mind?”
“I didn’t lose my mind,” Dean said. “Someone messed with Y/N, and I thought it was one of you. Now that we confirmed it was neither of you, we can find the sonofabitch and punch his face.”
“It’s not one guy per se,” you awkwardly replied, averting your gaze. “It’s men in general. I downloaded Tinder to find a nice guy, not to…you know…fight against dicks.”
“Dicks?” Dean cocked his head. He looked like he tried to process what you just said. His mouth hung open, and his forehead was wrinkled. “What do you mean by fighting against dicks?”
“I don’t think she meant it…literally,” Sam said, looking at you. “Right?”
“Y/N?” John looked at you, his brows furrowed. “What did they do?”
“You want to know?” You huffed. “Fine. Here you can use my phone to check the latest chats. They are all disgusting!”
“Disgusting,” Sam said, taking the phone out of your hands. “Hmm…let’s see.” Sam read the first message, frowning deeply.
Dean stepped closer to look at the messages. He made a disapproving sound as Sam started to read out loud.
Hey hottie. How are you?
Do you want to chat? I’m open to mostly everything.
Do you want to have something to dream about?
Dean made a retching noise while his brother’s frown deepened. “No way. That’s…” Sam lifted his hand, trying to measure the difference. “Still bigger.” He muttered, but there was an edge in his voice.
“That sonofabitch sent you a dick pic?” Dean couldn’t believe another man sent you a dick pic. He was furious and wanted to find out who the guy was. “It’s not even a good dick.”
“It’s huge,” you said before you could stop yourself. “I mean… I didn’t answer him. He’s not my type and gross.”
“Firstly,” John said after he glanced at the dick pic, “this is not a big dick, and secondly, why would you keep the messages?”
All three of them looked at you, searching your face. Your cheeks heated up, and you wished the ground would open and swallow you whole.
“I wanted to report him. If I delete the messages, they can’t do shit.” You came up with a lie.
“If you want a good dick pic, ask me,” Dean casually said while scrolling through your messages. “Wait, that guy sent you a pic too?”
“Let me see.” John snatched the phone out of Dean’s hand. He huffed before looking at you. “That’s a wrinkly little thing, not a cock.”
John narrowed his eyes at the phone as if it had personally insulted him. “I want their full name. Occupation. Anything you can find.”
Dean blinked. “Sir, this is Tinder, not a federal background check.”
“It is now,” John said. “Sam, make a file. We need to gather evidence.”
Sam sighed. “I don’t want to.
“Too late, Sammy,” Dean said. “I already named it ‘Operation: Save Y/N from bad dates.’"
Sam rolled his eyes but knew better than to argue with his elder brother. “Fine. But I’m handling it the way I handle business. And there will be no shouting, Dean.”
Dean watched his brother open his work laptop. He hummed and stepped closer to look at the Excel sheet Sam created. “Alright. We need names, professions, hobbies, and a column for crimes against flirting, Sammy.”
“What about car condition? This is important,” John added.
Sam looked up from the spreadsheet, frowning deeply. “Why car condition? What’s that to do with dating?”
“Sammy, a man who ignores a check-engine light ignores a woman’s needs and feelings too. If you care for your car, you care even more for your woman.” John said, stepping closer to the laptop.
Dean nodded eagerly. “We need to make this one bold.”
“Only because you are obsessed with your car doesn’t mean other guys must be obsessed over theirs too—” You bit your tongue when John and Dean stared at you like you had lost your mind. “Never mind.”
Sam shook his head but remained silent. He didn’t want to get into another argument about Dean and John’s obsession with cars. “I can’t believe you are forcing me to create a Tinder threat assessment matrix.”
“We should add color coding, Sammy,” Dean said. “Red means ‘fuck off,’ yellow means ‘probably wears ladies’ underwear,’ green means…”
John cut in. “There is no green, Dean.”
Sam grinned when he asked, “So, the entire spreadsheet is red? Is that what you want?”
“Now you’re getting it,” John said.
Dean stared at the screen. “Hold up. This guy used eight emojis in three lines? That’s not flirting. That’s aggression.”
“Maybe he’s into aggressive cuddling?” You joked, earning a grunt from Dean. “What? Some people like using emojis.”
“Using them. Not overusing them.” Dean huffed. “Sammy, add it to the spreadsheet. It’s an important factor.”
Sam didn’t look up. “I’m adding ‘overuse of emojis’ to the spreadsheet.”
“Make it its own category,” Dean said.
John grunted. “And any guy who sends ‘hey hottie’ before asking one normal question goes straight to red.”
You crossed your arms. “You know this is still my phone, right?”
Dean grinned from ear to ear when he said it. “We are protecting you from falling for some random douchebag who shows his dick before the first date. That’s a crime against all dating rules.”
Sam sighed. “That is not a real crime, Dean. He’s just an asshole.”
“It should be a crime, Sammy,” Dean said. “Guys like this make it harder for us to find a woman. Every woman on a dating app will believe she’ll get a dick pic after one sentence. Step one is having a personality and showing it before showing dick.”
John didn’t look impressed. “Personality is step two, Dean.”
Dean turned his head to look at his father, frowning deeply. “What’s step one?”
“Well, Dean. Simple. The proof of basic skills,” John said. “Can he cook his lady a meal that doesn’t come from a microwave? Can he change the tire for her? Does he know where her sweet spot is and how to handle it?"
Sam blinked a few times. “Dad, none of that has anything to do with dating. Well, maybe the sweet spot thing, but the others…”
John handed the phone to the youngest Winchester. “Sam, everything a man can do for a lady has to do with dating. A man who can’t change a tire cannot find the spot, making her squirt all over you.”
You and Dean stared at him. While slowly nodding, you asked yourself if John could make you squirt.
“Sammy, put it in the spreadsheet,” John ordered. “It’s the bare minimum.”
You struggled to stop yourself from giggling. Things slowly turned hilarious. “You know that I’m looking for a date, not a cook, mechanic or sexologist.”
John cocked his head to look you in the eyes. “There’s no difference if he wants to make it through dinner. Do you honestly want to go out with a man who drives you home in a death trap?”
You stared at them for a moment, and then at the spreadsheet. “Guys, I came here to vent about Tinder, guys sending dick pics, and dating in general. Somehow, you turned this into an investigation.”
Dean lifted one finger. “Not an investigation. This spreadsheet will prevent you from dating an idiot sending a dick pic before he gets you off.”
“Please don’t encourage him,” Sam muttered. “You know how Dean is. If you criticize his idea, he’ll just do the opposite and add more tabs.”
You laughed at Sam’s pained expression. He was done with the spreadsheet, Tinder, and talking about your love life without being a part of it.
“For the record, guys, none of you are allowed to check on any possible matches unless I get snacks, a chair, and a new phone if you break it.” You looked at Dean because he almost dropped your phone twice.
Dean opened his mouth, trying to argue, but Sam stopped him. “We have bigger problems than snacks or broken phones.”
“What?” John asked. “What’s wrong now?”
“So, get this,” Sam said, looking your way. “There’s a new match.”
Your bosses turned their attention toward the phone in Sam’s hands.
John frowned deeply. “Fuck, this is serious. We have another douchebag in line.”
“Let me see!” You tried to get your phone, but Sam wouldn’t budge. Groaning deeply, you grabbed the nearest chair. “Fine, check on him, but remember, you owe me snacks!”
Dean patted his pockets, grinning when he found a half-crushed chocolate bar. “Here, we don’t want you to starve while we check on Mr. Dickpic.”
“It’s not the same guy,” Sam said, earning an eyeroll from his brother. “This one’s name is Chad.”
“Sammy, check their profile,” John said. “What is he doing? I bet he’s a guru or shit.”
Sam squinted at the profile. “Okay. His profile says he’s a yoga instructor. He loves to go to the gym and to spend cloudy mornings in bed.”
Dean grunted. “Cloudy mornings in bed? I bet he’s into all the wrong shit and kills puppies.”
You leaned over to look at your phone. “Chad also loves spontaneous adventures with the right lady.”
Dean pointed at the phone. “Means, he forgets to make reservations and calls it romantic, sweetheart. Do not fall for him. He’s the worst.”
John nodded. “He gets red in all tabs.”
Sam looked at the spreadsheet. “He was already in red.”
“Then make a darker red,” John said.
Dean huffed and looked at the profile of your newest match again, looking like he wanted to challenge the stranger on your phone. “Yoga instructor, please. I lift engine blocks before breakfast. Top that.”
Sam looked up slowly. “Are you trying to impress someone?”
You snorted. “Dean, are you competing with the guy? You know that he doesn’t know you, right?”
Dean scoffed. “Competing? No. I don’t want him to cry. If, and I say only if, I’d compete with him, he wouldn’t stand a chance.”
John gave him a sideways look. “You know how to make dinner for a lady?”
“Of course,” Dean replied with a grin. “The ladies never complained.”
“Do you want me to add Dean too?” Sam looked at his father.
John studied Dean for a long second, unimpressed. “Son, if you’re going to compete with that yoga guy, at least stop looking like you’re about to challenge him to a fist fight.”
“I never challenge, Sir,” Dean said. “I’m winning.”
Sam’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating as he looked at his father. “Do I make a tab for Dean now? Yes or no.”
John nodded. “Make it orange. Not dangerous, just cocky.”
Sam laughed when Dean’s features darkened. “Congratulations. You are now officially on the list. I’ll label you orange. You lack anger management.”
Dean blinked. “What?”
Sam shrugged. “You once threatened a toaster because it burned your toast, Dean.”
“That fucking toaster had it coming, Sammy. It burned three toasts. Three!”
You looked at the spreadsheet, then at Dean, then back at the spreadsheet. “I’m sorry, but 'lacks anger management because of a toaster' sounds like the best option today.”
Dean’s entire face lit up at your words. He puffed his chest when he said. “You hear that? I’m the best option for her. I won!”
“Sure. Y/N must’ve lost her mind over dick pics,” Sam dryly replied.
You shrugged and took a bite of the crushed chocolate bar Dean handed you earlier. “At least Dean gave me a snack. I can’t say the same about the two of you.”
“Slow down, Dean. A ruined snack and bad anger management don’t make you husband material.” John angrily said.
Dean huffed. “You’re just jealous I provided snacks.”
“Barely,” John said. “It’s cheap and shaped like it lost a fight.”
Dean wanted to argue, but then your phone buzzed on the table. A new message from Chad arrived, catching their attention.
Hey, beautiful. I don’t usually do this, but I feel like we have a connection. I have the feeling we matched for a reason.
The room went silent. Dean was the first to snort. “What the fuck does that mean? 'I think we have a connection.' Does that guy think you’re a router or what?”
John slapped one palm on the table. “Sammy, this is an emergency. Code Beige.”
Sam frowned. “Code Beige? What does that mean?”
“That guy tries to charm his way into Y/N’s heart with yoga lessons and talking about connections and shit. It should be Code Orange or Red.” Dean started to pace the room. “This is a serious threat.”
John looked at his son before he nodded. “Dean is right. Sammy, raise the threat level.”
Sam looked at the spreadsheet and then at his father. “Maybe we all should calm down first. This is getting out of hand.”
You ran one hand down your face, sighing deeply. “Guys, this is a man named Chad, not a threat.”
Dean stopped pacing to look your way. “Sweetheart, that’s exactly what Chad wants you to think. He’s luring you in, says all the right things and then, bam, you are in the backseat of his car.”
Sam looked at Dean for a moment, considering his brother’s words, then opened a new tab. “Fine. Code Orange: yoga instructor techniques, suspicious messages, and he’s wearing a terrible shirt. ”
“Please stop this nonsense. Do you three hear yourselves, or has the spreadsheet taken command?” You asked, visibly annoyed. “Can we just have lunch and never mention Tinder again?”
Sam shrugged. “For the record, the spreadsheet has not taken over command. It simply has better judgment than most people.”
Dean nodded. “Trust us, Y/N. The spreadsheet has seen things.”
“The spreadsheet is ten minutes old,” you said. “It has seen shit.”
John crossed his arms and huffed. “Y/N, age doesn’t matter. Experience does. Our experience combined with the power of the spreadsheet beats any guy.”
“Crap, Chad messaged again. He’s asking if she’s up to having dinner with him,” Sam worriedly said.
“Bastard is moving fast,” Dean commented while his father’s features darkened.
You pointed at all three of them. “I asked for dating advice, and somehow this turned into a mix of spreadsheets and bad puns. Please just stop. I’ll delete Tinder if you leave my phone and poor Chad alone.”
“OH no, another message from Chad.” Sam sounded scared. “Fuck…”
I feel like this could be the beginning of something beautiful.
Dean read the message aloud. “What the fuck!”
“Okay, that is enough. Sam, Dean, we need to do something. Now!”
John held out his hand. “Give it to me. I’ll delete that awful app and block Chad.”
“You can’t delete apps from my phone. Give it back!”
“Well then, permit us to delete it," Dean said. That made you pause.
“We know you can distinguish a good guy from a bad one, but,” John’s voice went lower. “But you shouldn’t have to waste time on guys who don’t know how to talk to a woman or prepare a date for her.”
“Especially when there are three perfectly good men here who know almost everything about you. From your favorite flowers to how you like your coffee,” Dean added.
“Wait. Are you three asking me out?” You asked. “Or is this your way to keep me from answering Chad?”
“Yes,” all three Winchesters said in unison.
“Fine. I’ll delete Tinder.”
They grinned and puffed their chests.
“Very good choice,” John commented, looking like a peacock when he walked toward you to hand you your phone.
“Don't get your hopes up too soon. You still must pass my background check.”
Sam’s mouth twitched. “I have a spreadsheet ready, Y/N.”
John looked at you, then at his sons, then back at you. “We will have dinner tonight. At your favorite restaurant. Wear whatever you like.”
“Fine. Dinner. But if anyone mentions Tinder or a spreadsheet, I’m out.”
“Agreed,” all three Winchesters said at once. They couldn’t believe Chad helped them get a date with you…
Warnings: fun, fluff, domestic Dean, pregnant reader, partially a social media au
A/N: I tried something new for this one, using a fake text message creator. I created the messages myself. Can be read as a standalone fic.
Catch up here: Home alone
“Sam, have you seen Dean?” You call from the kitchen. “He’s missing dinner. Dean never misses dinner.”
“He wanted to get wine and napkins. Or something like that,” Sam replies and pokes his head into the kitchen. “Dean left half an hour ago.”
“Napkins? Dean wanted to buy napkins?” You frown deeply. “Dean only ever buys beer, pie, and his naughty magazines. You know, the ones he hides under our bed.”
“OH…he still likes them?” Sam’s cheeks are pink when he looks your way. “Dean has a weakness for these.”
“I don’t mind,” you chuckle. “I just wonder why he left to buy napkins. We wanted to have a movie night. And wine? I can’t drink.” You waddle out of the kitchen, rubbing your big belly. “He knows that.”
“Maybe he needed a break?” Sam winces at his words. “Sorry. It’s just…uh…domestic life, kids running around, a pregnant wife. Dean must be on the edge.”
“On. The. Edge?” You poke your index finger into Sam’s chest. “He’s lucky to have us.”
“Of course,” Sam says, showing his palms. “It’s just…sometimes a man needs a break.”
“Where is my husband?” You narrow your eyes and raise your voice. “I won’t ask twice, Samuel Winchester.”
“I don’t know, I swear. Dean said something about getting fresh air and wine and stuff. I was wondering about the wine and napkins too.” Sam slowly walks backward, keeping an eye on you. “Let me live.”
“Fine. I’ll find him myself,” you huff and turn on your heels. Sam watches you waddle toward your bedroom, careful not to wake your sleeping kids.
Back in your bedroom, you grab your phone. Dean never just runs off. If things get too intense, he comes to you. You’re worried something might have happened to your husband.
You’re about to type a message to him when a message from Dean pops up. You chuckle because he’s his silly self.
Twenty minutes later, you and Sam get out of your car. The younger Winchester sighs because Dean is running toward you, grinning like an idiot.
“Sweetheart!” He wraps his arms around you, peppering kisses all over your neck. “I knew you’d come and be my girlfriend.”
“She’s your wife,” Sam says. “What happened? Why are you like this?” He looks Dean up and down, frowning deeply. “What’s this?”
Dean looks down at his arm, stopping at the bracelet around his wrist.
“I don’t know.” He says, lifting his arm to look at the bracelet. “It looks nice.”
“Dean, that’s not yours.” Sam carefully grabs his brother’s wrist to take the bracelet off. Before he can get a better look at it, the bracelet turns to dust, and his brother falls to the ground, unconscious.
“Gabriel, get here. You motherfucker! I won’t ask twice!” You’re pacing the library, cursing the angels’ existence once again. “I know it was you!”
Gabriel appears out of thin air. He chuckles and winks at you. “I only gave Dean a break. He wanted to know how it feels to fight for you again. Your husband was missing the thrill of winning you over.”
You roll your eyes. “Dude, we role-play almost every week. This doesn’t mean he wants to forget we are married and that he got me pregnant for the third time. Stay out of our business.”
Dean chuckles as you growl in Gabriel’s direction. “Damn, sweetheart. I knew I married the right girl!”
“Damn right, Winchester. Now follow me to our bedroom…”
Summary: Your mother prioritizes the shiny new girl over you.
Pairing: Young!(AU)Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Warnings: angst, golden child syndrome, awful mother, great stepdad, no monster au
A/N: We start in the last year of high school with this one.
Next time. It’s always the same two words. Whenever you ask your mother to attend one of your events or spend time with you, she says those two words.
Your stepsister never hears them. Since your mother remarried three years ago, you have become invisible to her. It hurt at first, but now, you're just numb.
You don’t ask her to come to your things or spend time with you anymore. It wouldn’t change anything. She’d only tell you, next time, again, and move to your stepsister.
“Y/N, why did you not tell me that you got the lead role in your school play?” Your mother asks the moment you walk inside the kitchen to make breakfast for yourself. Your stepsister already has her prepared food, as she does every morning. “Hello, did you hear me?”
“I didn’t think you’d care,” you say with a shrug. “I’m sure Lacey has something more important going on. You should focus on her, just like every day. My things are less important.”
Your mother stares at you. For almost two years, you stopped complaining or arguing. You just gave up on holding onto a relationship she destroyed years ago.
“I’m your mother!” She snaps at you, disappointment written all over her face.
“Oh,” you say, looking at her like she grew a second head. “I didn’t know I still had a mother. You know, everyone at school believes you died three years ago.”
“What?” Your mother looks hurt when she asks, “Did you tell them so?”
“I didn’t have to,” you reply, your voice even. “The moment you stopped coming to events, to pick me up from school, or to simply care, everyone assumed you must’ve died.”
She stammers, but you have no time for her drama. “I’m still your mother.”
You sigh deeply. She will once again promise to show, only to forget about you the moment Lacey comes up with another emergency.
“If you want to come, you can. If not…” You shrug. “It doesn’t really matter to me anymore. If you don’t keep your hopes high, you won’t get disappointed.”
Your stepfather watches you walk out of the kitchen with sad eyes. He tried everything to make the blended family work. It was your mother who abandoned you to favor his daughter.
“I told you your behavior will fire back. Now your daughter doesn’t even want you to come to her school play. How could you not know about her interests?”
“Dad,” Lacey groans. “She’s just being dramatic. The lead role is nothing special. I could’ve gotten the role too if I wanted to.”
“You don’t even like the theater, Lacey. Please don't make everything about you all the time. That’s the reason your stepsister refuses to spend time with you, and her own mother!”
Lacey flinches at her father’s outburst. Lately, he’s been in a bad mood whenever they exclude you. He just doesn't know how to make your mother see that she's losing her daughter.
“Do you honestly believe I don’t know you, once again, excluded Y/N from your mother-daughter bonding time at the spa?” He raises his voice, now directing his anger at your mother. “You told me Y/N was coming too, only for me to see her working another shift at the diner. She didn’t even know about the spa.”
“She doesn’t like spending time at the spa,” Lacey lies through her teeth. She knows you begged your mother to spend time with you at the spa. You even offered to pay for it with the money you saved up.
“That’s a lie, and you know it,” your stepfather hisses. “You are grounded for two months!”
“Dad!”
“Y/SF/N!” Your mother gasps. All her plans involving Lacey just went down the drain. Including movie night on the weekend. “You can’t do this!”
“You’re lucky I can’t ground you too,” he says, anger in his voice. “Your daughter bends backwards to appease you and to earn the tiniest of attention from you. All you did was ignore your own flesh and blood!”
“Daddy, you should be on my side,” Lacey presses a few tears out. “She’s your stepdaughter, not your daughter!”
“No. I shouldn’t. Someone must be on Y/N’s side because the two of you give a shit about her feelings and well-being. I’m going to take her on a trip to New York next month. John and I want to talk about expanding with Singer. I originally wanted to take all of you, but you two don't deserve nice things.”
“Darling, you promised to take me and Lacey shopping in New York City! I already told all our friends about it.”
“I promised to bring my family to the trip, just like John. Right now, I’m ashamed to call you my wife, and Lacey, my daughter. You do not deserve to come with me after repeatedly abandoning your own daughter for three years,” your stepfather says, leaving no room for argument. “My decision is final.”
The day of the play didn’t bring a surprise. As usual, your mother didn’t show. Lacey threw another tantrum, and your mother was all too eager to go on a shopping spree with her stepdaughter instead of attending your play to watch you play Juliet.
“Something wrong, Sweetheart?” Dean Winchester, the heartthrob of your school and son of your stepfather’s business partner, asked. “You did great. It almost made me like Hamlet.”
“I kissed your brother,” you point out, earning a huff from Dean.
“Yeah, no. That was a staged kiss,” he argues, stepping even closer to hand you a single red rose. “Come on. What’s wrong?”
“She didn’t show,” Sam murmurs from behind his brother.
“She?” Dean cocks his head to look at his brother.
“My mother,” you finally say. “I didn’t expect her to show, Sam. It’s fine. I assume Lacey had something more important going on today.”
“Lacey?” Dean wonders aloud. “That annoying girl asking me to drive her home all the damn time? She's the worst.”
“Exactly,” his brother confirms. “You'd better stay away from her.”
“She’s not my type,” Dean says, handing you the rose. “Let me drive you home, Sweetheart. Let me invite you for ice cream too.”
“You don’t have to pretend to care, okay,” you sniff, and look away. “I’m used to being ignored since Lacey showed up. My mother acts as if I’m the stepdaughter. I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“You did nothing wrong,” your stepfather angrily says. “Your mother is the one to blame. I told her more than once to stop favoring my daughter.” He looks down at you, giving you a sad smile. “I know this won’t make up for the pain I brought upon you by marrying your mother, but I’ll take only you to New York City next month.”
“She’s coming with us?” Dean grins from ear to ear. “Awesome! We can share a room, have a sleepover, and eat pie. Oh, and I know where to get the best pizza in New York! Leave everything to me.”
“Y/SF/N, I appreciate what you try to do, but I won’t hear the end of it if you don’t take Lacey and my mother to New York City. I can stay behind. I’m used to it. It’s not a big deal.”
“Y/N,” your stepfather sighs when you turn to walk away. “They have to learn actions have consequences.”
“This won’t make my mother love me,” you choke on the words when looking at your stepfather. “She doesn’t like me at all. Why? I can’t tell. All I know is that she stopped caring for me since Lacey walked into our home. Maybe she was simply waiting for someone better to show up.”
You run away, leaving your stepfather, Sam, and Dean behind.
“Sonofabitch!” Dean curses loudly. “What’s wrong with her mother? How can she abandon her daughter over someone else’s daughter?”
“I’d understand if Lacey lost her mom,” your stepfather says. “But Caroline is still in the picture, and a great mom. There’s no reason for Y/M/N to act like this.”
“She’s a cunt then,” Dean says before storming off. He runs after you, calling your name.
“I’m sorry, Sir. My brother is…” Sam tries, but your stepfather shakes his head.
“He’s not wrong, Sam. My wife turned out to be a cunt…”
Jeez Y/N's mom choosing her stepsister over her is awful. Also her stepsister is a spoiled entitled brat. I love how Y/N's stepdad is there for her. Its good she's got the Winchesters in her corner too.
She's going places sounds like the the play she's in is just step stone to something bigger.
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