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The Alchemy

Third in The Alchemy Series : The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived I Can Do it With a Broken Heart

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Friends to Lovers.

Summary: Everyone senses that there is an undeniable chemistry between Y/N and Jared. However, they are adamant in keeping things platonic. Their friends, Holy and Jensen, merely wish for their happiness, believing they have earned it after all the challenges they have faced. Y/N with Norman and Jared's divorce from Genevive. They come up with a scheme to help them recognize that there is something deeper, but will their plan backfire?

Inspired by Taylor Swift's The Alchemy

Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

2 years later…

“Jared, you got flour in my hair again. Why does the kitchen always end up a disaster when I ask you to help me bake? Heidi really wanted those salted caramel cookies. We may have gotten them made, but the kitchen is a mess.” I said.

 “It's cute when you are mad. I'll clean up the kitchen. You can go shower.” Jared said.

“Okay, thanks, Jared,” I replied

He kisses the top of my head before I leave.

After my shower, I opt to put on loungewear.  Then head downstairs. I am greeted by giggles coming from the dining room.

I watched the scene unfold in front of me.

“Heidi, eat your lunch first, then you can have those cookies your mom and. I made your favourite tomato grilled cheese.” Jared said.

She complies and sits down in her chair. Jared is magic when it comes to her. Heidi seems to listen to him more than me nowadays.

“Mmm grilled cheese. Thanks, Dad.” Heidi replied.

“You're welcome, superstar,” Jared said.

We've tried to correct her about calling Jared dad. It hasn't really taken. Besides my dad, he's the only male role model she has in her life. I keep thinking,  what if something happens, and he's no longer a part of her life? I know he wouldn't do that to her as long it was in his control. He loves Heidi and sees her as his own.

Jared takes a seat across from her, and I join them. We tuck into the turkey clubs Jared made for us.

Once we are all finished with our lunch. We each take one of the freshly baked cookies. It doesn't take Heidi long at all to finish hers.

After she washes her hands, I take her over to the living room. Heidi immediately starts playing with her Jurassic World Lego set. Jared got it for her for her birthday. Each day, she takes a little time putting more of it together.

A text alert from Jared's phone interrupts my train of ‌thought.

He excuses himself and then goes to check it.

“That was Tom. He just got home, and I am supposed to meet him, Odette and Shep at the laser tag place. So I've got to go to Enchantress.” Jared said.

“Go spend time with your kids. We'll  see you later.” I replied.

Jared places a kiss on the side of my head and hugs Heidi before he leaves.

Holy texts me shortly after he leaves. She asks us to meet her and Jensen for dinner tomorrow.

It's been a few weeks since the four of us hung out, and I am really looking forward to it.

The next day…

I want to dress up a bit since it's been so long since I've been out other than with Heidi.

I threw on a simple and casual blue dress.

Heidi is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

“Pretty mommy,” Heidi said with a smile. 

 “Thank you, sweetheart. Now mommy is going out. Be good for grandma and grandpa.” I replied with a smile.

As if on cue, my parents arrive.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. Finally, going out on a date?” my mom asked.

“Thanks, Mom, and no. Jared, Jensen, Holy and I are going to a restaurant. It's been a while since the four of us hung out.” I replied.

My parents exchange a knowing smile.

Hm,m that's odd. Well, I'd better not keep them waiting. I bid goodbye to them and Heidi.

It doesn't take long for me to arrive at The Harmonic Goddess. The restaurant belongs to Holy's cousin, and it's our favourite hangout spot. 

Jared is already waiting for me at our table and signals for me to come over.

Looks like I decided it was time to dress up a bit, too. He's wearing a blue button-down shirt and black jeans.

I take a seat beside him.

“Ahh, I see you go all dressed up for the hangout too. Great minds think alike. You look beautiful.” Jared said with a smile.

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks at the compliment. Wait, what are you doing? He's your friend, nothing more.

“Thank you are so sweet, and you look dashing by the way.” I replied 

I see his cheeks turn slightly pink for the compliment.

Holy and Jensen still aren't here, which is odd.

As if on cue, I received a message from her

Our table broke, and we needed to get a replacement. So we can't make it. Have fun, guys, we set up a tab. Dinner is on us.

I don't even want to know how that table got broken. Even though I've already guessed.

I turn to look at Jared.

“Looks like they won't be coming. They were using their table for extracurricular activities and broke it. They said they set up a tab, and dinner is on them.” I said.

“That's the second table they broke this month. They really need a sturdier table. Well, let's not let this night go to waste. Let's order dinner. Jared replied with a smile.

Our waitress comes by with our food. Weird since we haven't ordered yet, but the restaurant knows us well enough. We usually order the same things. I order chicken parmesan, and Jared orders steak now and then we share our plates.

Jared playfully takes a piece of my chicken from my plate. I reciprocate and take a piece of his steak. 

An older couple smiles at us.

We both return to our plates, unsure of what to say to each other.

A bottle of wine shows up at our table that we didn't order.

“Excuse me, Andrea, we didn't order this. I think you've got the wrong table.” I said.

“Is courtesy of the Desserners, the older couple that was next to your table. It even came with a note.” Andrea with a smile. She sets it down along with the note.

I decide to read it while Jared pours our glasses.

Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Padalecki

We didn't want to interrupt you guys. My husband and I are huge fans of both of you. So we sent this gift to you. It's the same one my husband, and I ordered on date nights. I hope you two enjoy it as we do.

From The Desserners

These two are sweet. I wish there were a way to thank them. 

I look over to Jared, who is silently enjoying the wine. I drank some as well. Damn, this is good.

No wonder they like this.

We only end up having a couple of glasses. Since we have to drive home.

Once we are done, we leave a tip for our waitress. Then bid our goodbyes to each other before we had to respective cars.

I get stuck in traffic, so it takes longer to get home.

To my surprise, Jared's car is in my driveway.

What is he doing here?

When I enter, he's already sitting on the sofa. I 

He walks over to me.

“Y/N don't say anything, let me just try something,” Jared said

He takes my face in his hands and places a gentle kiss on my lips.

 I responded without hesitation. The kiss alone makes my toes curl. 

We pull back from each other.

“Mmm, we should have done that much sooner.” I replied.

Jared takes that as an invitation for another kiss. This one is more heated. Hands entangle in each other's hair. He scoops me up and carries me off to my bedroom.

He tugs on the zipper of my dress. He briefly pulls back.

“Now's your last chance if you don't want to do this now. We can wait.” Jared said.

“No, we've waited too long for this. I want to do this.” I replied with a smile.

Pulling each other's clothes off eagerly. We nearly destroy them in our wake. 

Jared makes me feel loved and cherished with every move he makes.  

“You are mine now, enchantress. You'll never go another day knowing without feeling how much I care for you.” Jared murmured against my lips.

“The sentiment is mutual, Jared.” I replied.

We eventually doze off. Thoroughly happy, marked and in a cloud of bliss.

2 years later…

I look over Jared’s shoulder as he spins me around on the dance floor. While Taylor Swift’s Alchemy playing in the background.

I'll never tire of the sight of Tom, Shep, Odette, and Heidi with their little sister Calista.

The night we went from friends to something more. It changed our lives in more ways than one. That night, we conceived Cali.

When we finally got together, our family and friends were overjoyed.

They congratulated us. Some even joked, saying it's about time.

My concern about Genevieve and Jared's kids accepting our relationship was unwarranted. Gen even helped Holy plan the baby shower. They all welcome us with open arms. Much to my relief.

“I'll never tire of the sight of you smiling, Mrs. Padalecki,” Jared said with a smile. That pure adoration for me in those gorgeous multi-spectrum hazel eyes of his. It's something I'll never tire of.

“Aww, so sweet and ever the charmer. Mr. Padalecki same goes with me with your smile.” I replied.

We exchanged I love yous before sharing a sweet kiss.

I rest my head on my shoulder as we continue to dance.

Narrator P.O.V.

Meanwhile, outside of the venue

Norman is watching the Padalecki Wedding from across the street.

Remorse and guilt etched on his face. Norman regrets not being part of his daughter’s life and treating Y/N like garbage. A little too late. Y/N’s happy with Jared. Heidi sees him as her father.

 Poor trust fund boy. He will never know the meaning of true love. Norman is trapped in an arranged marriage. Karma is bitch dear. Enjoy your unhappily ever after.

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Glitch

Jared Padalecki x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Cordell Walker x Reader, Camden Casey x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Angst, Fluff, Implied magic

Summary: Y/N finds a magic typewriter and now everything she writes comes to life. Suddenly she finds herself caught between a mess of people: Jared Padalecki, Sam Winchester, Cordell Walker, Dean Forester, and Camden Casey. How is she going to get her life back to normal or does she even really want to?

Inspired by Taylor Swift's Song Glitch

I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah Five seconds later I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch, ah-yeah

And I'm not even sorry. Nights are so starry

Blood moonlit. It must be counterfeit. I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah

The ambiance in the house today feels different, a subtle shift that I can't quite pinpoint. As I sit down to type on the new typewriter, I bought from a local shop, the soft click-clack of the keys fills the room. The scent of fresh ink and paper lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of pasta and iced tea that suddenly materializes before me. I hear a gentle voice and feel a hand brushing my cheek. I look up to see Jared Padalecki wearing one of my favourite blue sweaters that he owns. Yeah, I’ve been writing too long. There is no way he is here.

Distracted by his presence, I try to focus on my work but he won’t let up. Jared tilts my head to look at him. His warm gaze meets mine as he urges me to take care of myself, offering me food. Reluctantly, I indulge as he stands before me, pushing the typewriter aside with a soft touch.

"How the hell are you even here?" I exclaimed, the aroma of food lingering in the air.

We look at each trying to figure a logical reason for this situation. 

 "It must be a dream," I said, savouring each bite. "I'm not sure about that, Y/N. Since I'm here, why don't we make the most of it Darlin'?" Jared replied, his voice echoing softly.

After the meal, he leads me to my room, his actions silent yet filled with intent. 

“You may Jared,” I said with a smile.

After I granted permission, he undressed me with care, guiding me to the bed. The intimacy that follows is slow, tender, and just as I had envisioned. His words are reassuring, and calming, and it dawns on me that this is my first time.

“That's it darlin. I've got you now let go.” Jared said.

 The sensations wash over me, a blend of emotions and physical pleasure. At that moment, I let go, fully immersed in the experience.

His arm envelops me in a warm embrace, lulling me into a peaceful slumber. Just as I start drifting off, a sharp knock startles me awake, jarring my senses.  

Y/N Y/M Y/L/N. How many times do you have to tell you to check the object's history before buying them? If you don't come out, I'm going to pick that lock.

I look over to Jared.

“Jared, Sam isn't going to really pick that lock is he?”I said.

He gently pushes a loose strand of my Y/H/C hair behind my ear, his intense multi-spectrum hazel eyes meeting mine. 

“Knowing him he just might,” Jared replied

The sound of the door opening breaks the moment, and Sam swiftly lifts me from Jared's arms, hoisting me over his shoulder.  We reach his intended destination my office.

“Samuel Winchester you know I don't like you going all caveman on me now put me down. For god’s sake, you didn’t even let me get dressed.” I scolded. He happily obliges and sets me down on my feet.

I take a  once over to assess his appearance.  He looks good as always. Sam is in his usual fair, a blue plaid shirt and denim jeans.

Okay now is not the time to think about how good he looks I mentally scolded. You are supposed to be mad at him for his behavior.

He takes a seat in my desk chair.

“Y/N what's the point in that huntress? You know I want my turn with you.” Sam replied as he Sam swiftly pulled me closer, the rustle of clothes as they came off. With a swift movement, he lifts me, our bodies entwined, the sensation of him holding me close. The snap of the chair interrupts us, ending our intimate moment abruptly.

“Such a shame. Our activities got cut short Huntress. Looks like I have to order another chair. One that will withstand more weight in the meantime. I'll let you get some much-needed rest.” Sam said as he pulled out. Before leaving he places me on the nearby stool.

He didn't even bother to put his shirt on just his pants. I make quick use of it and put it on myself.

Cordell's voice interrupts my thoughts as he pokes his head into my office, beckoning me to follow him. I lick my lips at the sight of him in his ranger uniform. "Baby girl, can you come with me? I've got something to show you," Cordell said. 

"Uh, yeah, but my legs are jelly at the moment." At those words Cordell scoops me up and places me onto his back, carrying me as we make our way.

As we reach our destination, I take in the sight of the stunning stable around me, feeling a sense of awe. "I remember you wanting to learn to ride horses. So I built this for us. The horses will be here this week," Cordell explains. "This is amazing, you've outdone yourself. I look forward to taking riding lessons from you," I said with a smile.

"You can ride something else in the meantime," Cordell suggests, his words carrying a hint of playfulness. He gently unbuttoned my borrowed shirt, letting it fall to the floor before leading me over to a nearby haystack.

He settles in, patiently awaiting my touch, the room filled with a sense of anticipation. I gladly comply, feeling the fabric slide off his skin. Cordell swiftly turns me over, his firm grip sending shivers down my spine. "You're mine for now, baby girl," his voice echoes in the room. His touch leaves a trail of warmth and desire on every inch of my body. I let out a soft moan against his lips, savouring the moment. "Your voice saying my name sounds like music," Cordell whispered.

As the hour passes, a sense of fatigue creeps in, palpable in the air. "Let's move you to the bath, your tired muscles need some care," Cordell suggested. In the bathroom, the sound of running water fills the space as Cordell prepares the perfect bath. With gentle guidance, he helps me into the warm water, leaving me to unwind in solitude.

An hour later, I'm startled by the thunderous bangs on the bathroom door, the sound echoing through the quiet house. Quickly, I slip into the black undergarments left by Cordell, feeling the smooth fabric against my skin. As I hastily drape the pink silk robe over me, the soft scent of roses wafts from the delicate fabric.

Camden Casey emerges, clad in his firefighter gear, the reflective stripes gleaming in the dim light. "Ma’am, there's an emergency. I'm going to need you to come with me," he said urgently, his voice a mix of concern and authority. I'm pulled along, the urgency palpable in the air as we rush towards the unknown.

Standing in awe, I take in the sight of the fully equipped fire station before me, the bright red trucks gleaming under the fluorescent lights. "Come on, are you just going to stand there or help me with the situation at hand?" Camden's voice breaks through my daze, his eyes silently urging me to assist him. 

I observe the source of the issue, even with gear on, the bulge in his pants is visible.

With trembling hands, I help him remove his gear, the heavy fabric sliding off with surprising ease. A smirk plays on Camden's lips as he stands before me, his gaze warm yet intense. "You're sweating, let me help you with that," he murmurs, his touch gentle as he undresses me, the cool air sending shivers down my spine.

As he guides me into the firetruck, the metallic scent of machinery surrounds us, the engine's hum filling the air. I lay on my back, the leather seats cool against my skin as Camden's touch ignites a different kind of fire within me. "That's it, let me keep stroking that fire," he whispers against my neck, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

With a sudden movement, he flips me onto my front, the urgency in his actions palpable. "Checking every area, Captain," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "You bet Y/N wouldn't be doing it right if I wasn't," Camden replies, his tone firm yet filled with desire. He flips me back onto my back.

In a rush of sensations, I feel him pressing against me, his movements sending waves of pleasure through me. The hours blur as he marks every part of my body, leaving us both breathless and spent. As he carries me back to my room, I feel the exhaustion settling in, the need for rest overwhelming.

"Get some much-needed rest, Y/N. I'll be around to check on you later," Camden's voice echoes in the room, the concern clear in his tone. As I drift off to sleep, the lingering scent of cologne and desire still lingers in the air.

2 hours later

I woke up to the gentle moonlight filtering through the curtains, the faint aroma of homemade pizza teasing my senses. After a refreshing shower, I felt more awake as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The scene in the kitchen confirmed it wasn't a dream: Jared bustling with pizzas, Cordell setting the table, Sam preparing veggies, and Camden ensuring my chair is comfortable. Jared's inviting smile led me to the cozy living to relax. Before dinner, which would soon be served in the dining room. Just then, a knock at the door interrupted the tranquillity. Dean Forester, clad in the iconic Doose's Market apron, stood there with groceries and a king-sized bed. I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, causing a blush to spread across his face. Guiding him to the kitchen, he efficiently stored the groceries and placed the bed in the designated room.

Dean's tired voice filled the room, "Okay if that's all Miss I should be going." I could see the fatigue in his eyes. "You must be tired, come have dinner with us," I offered warmly. The scent of pizza filled the air, making my stomach growl. "I wouldn't want to impose," Dean hesitated. "You aren't imposing. I wouldn't offer it if you were," I reassured with a smile. As we entered the dining room, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoed. Jared gallantly pulled out my chair, and the clink of plates being set on the table followed. The sight of the pepperoni pizza made my mouth water, and I eagerly took a bite. Their smiles were heartwarming as I quickly finished the pizza and moved on to the fresh salad. "This is amazing guys, you've outdone yourselves. Thank you," I praised gratefully. "You're welcome. We just want to make sure our queen is taken care of," they replied in unison.

Six months later, as I sit at my desk, the aroma of freshly steeped tea fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of cologne. I take a sip from my favourite mug; the words etched on it a reminder of Sam's playful humour. Please Do Not Annoy The Writer She May Put You in a Book and Kill You. The clacking of keys on my laptop fills the room, a stark contrast to the once familiar sound of the typewriter. Which I don’t use anymore for fear that it would change my reality yet again.

 My brown tabby cat, Ms. Delicate, rubs against my legs, her soft fur tickling them slightly.

Suddenly, Jared bursts into the room, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. 

“Del let your mom finish writing and let me give you a bath,” Jared said as he coaxed her away from my feet.

He gently lifts Ms. Delicate into his arms, her purring a gentle hum in the background. The sight brings a smile to my face, knowing she's become a daddy's girl in such a short amount of time. 

The piercing sound of the tortured poet's department ringtone jolts me from my deep thoughts. "Hey, Holy. How's everything going?" I inquire. "Not good. I ordered a fountain pen from Pretty Hourglass. Now there are Jensen's characters all over my house. Thank goodness I ran out of ink. How do I get rid of them?" Holy's voice trembles with panic. "I accidentally bought a typewriter from a local store of the same name 6 months ago. I guess it went worldwide. There's no way to get rid of the new reality. Why would you want to? Just enjoy it. Okay, I've got to go, Jared is calling me." The call ends abruptly as I hang up on her, silencing her words.

As I glance around, I notice my men engrossed in various activities. The living room is a hive of activity. Jared's intense concentration on the Nintendo 64 is accompanied by the sound of button mashing. Del sits beside him, occasionally meowing. Sam's quiet rustle of pages from his old mythology book fills the room. The faint glow of the computer screen illuminates Cordell's focused expression as he reads about recent cases. In the background, the crackling static from Camden's local emergency scanner adds a sense of urgency. The faint aroma of something cooking drifts from the kitchen, where Dean is diligently preparing something.

I wouldn't trade the love and appreciation they show me for anything. I adore my harem; there is not a thing I would alter about it. It all began with a glitch from a faulty typewriter, but it blossomed into something extraordinary.

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But Daddy I Love Him!

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Friends to Enemies. Enemies to Lovers, Alcohol, Mention of Self Neglect

Summary: Masks are meant to hide identities but sometimes they can have unintended consequences. Y/N and Jared are former best friends turned enemies.  Both come from high-society families that have invitations to certain events. They end up at a masquerade in England, leading to something unexpected.

Inspired by Taylor Swift's But Daddy I Love Him!

I forget how the West was won. I forget if this was ever fun

I just learned these people only raise you to cage you. Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best. Clutching their pearls, sighing "What a mess" I just learned these people try and save you

... cause they hate you

"Seven billion people, and I got put in a room with you." I said.

“Well, I don't want to be in a room with you either, you are such an itchy sweater.” Jared replied.

“Well, you are a cold bowl of soup.” I retorted.

Holy drags me away before I end up clawing his eyes out.

“Careful Y/N your family has a reputation to uphold. You and Jared are having a shouting match and could end up online. You know what damage it could do to your lawyer career, too.” Holy said.

“Yeah, you are right. Thank you for reining me in.” I replied.

“That's what friends are for. We look out for each other.” Holy said.

“We are all dolled up in these gowns, so let's forget about him for tonight,” I said as I put on my masquerade mask. 

My parents usually attend the annual Lunar Luminescence Ball. This time they gave their invitations to me. They said I spend way too many hours in the office and need to get out more. 

Karma Corp personal injury and law. I opened the firm with the money from a trust I got when I was 25. After, a knee injury that ruined my dance career when I was 16. Even if with my parents' lawyers the person who hit me got away. From that point on, I vowed to help people who suffered life-altering injuries like mine. It leaves hardly any time to travel for vacations, which I don't mind. My parents see it differently, though. They felt like I needed a break so here I am.

I take a flute of champagne from the server's tray. I downed the glass pretty quickly. Then grab another.

A guy in a white tuxedo and maroon mask holds his hand out to me. 

I find it ironic that his mask matches my dress.

May I have this dance miss?

 “You may” I replied

We effortlessly glided across the dancefloor.  We are perfectly in sync. 

I miss dancing. I haven't done this in ages.

So graceful like a swan. You must do this professionally.

“ At one point it was my path but life had other plans.” I replied.

“That's a shame”

Whoever this masked man is, he makes me feel at ease and peace. 

I've never felt like this with anyone I've been with.

Princess, may I take you to the room upstairs? I'd like to take this further.

“You may Prince Charming,” I replied.

He carefully swoops me up off the floor and carries me upstairs.

We methodically remove each other's clothes. 

Raw, passionate, euphoric. I never felt this good. No names are exchanged but why would we need to it's only one night.

Princess, those sounds from your lips are like music to my ears.

“Charming, you know how to play my instrument well.” I replied

He sends me to a crescendo over and over. I do the same with him.

I wake up to the sun hitting my face. I don't remember when I fell asleep. My companion from last night is sleeping on his stomach.

I quickly get dressed and leave the room.

Weeks later….

Back in Y/N's New York Y/N's apartment 

A loud pounding on my door. Pulls away from my work.

I yank the door open.

“Jared, what the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

“I figured out that I spent the night with you at the ball,” Jared replies.

I feel the colour drain from my face.

“What? That is impossible. The man I spent the night with was kind, and caring to me. Everything you are not to me.” I retorted.

Jared waves a mask in front of me. I recognize it as the one I wore that night.

“You left this on the floor of the room we shared. I saw pictures online from the event with you and Holy. That's how I figured it out.” Jared said.

I take a step back not wanting him to be so close.

Jared kicks my door with his foot before closing the gap between us.

“You should go, Jared. I shouldn't have let you in.” I replied.

“Can't leave Y/N I've got a taste of you and now I'm addicted. I want more of you.” Jared said.

At just his words I feel myself growing slick and I'm sweating.

Jared smirks at my reaction. I let out a squeal as he picked me up.

He pulls off my flimsy nightgown, followed by my undergarments.

I reciprocate and pull off his clothes. Pulling off his jeans took some extra effort because of the bulge formed beneath them.

Jared pushes me onto the bed.

He fills me with one go. 

  “Damn princess I'll never tire of the way this feels being with you. The way you squeeze me is something else.” Jared said.

I feel myself grow slicker at his words.

“Same prince I'll never tire of the way you fill me and make my body sing.” replied

Hours later and thoroughly marked. We finally pull apart and collapse from exhaustion.

His cum is leaking out of me and onto the bedsheets. I'm going to have to clean that up later.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked.

“I don’t know Y/N but we will figure it out. I can't remember why we went from being close to hating each other.” Jared replied.

“I don't know either,” I said

Jared kissed the top of my head before we slowly drifted off to sleep.

3 months later…

Tart Moment Café

I'm getting glares from Sarah and Hannah Occiden. 

They are so loud I can hear them from where I'm sitting.

“What a mess. She lets Jared use her whenever he sees fit without a commitment.” Hannah said.

“Don't worry, he will tire of her soon.” Sarah replied.

These girls dressed in their Sunday best. They saved me once from bullies, but they only saved me to hate me. It's jealousy, that's for sure. Hannah wanted to be Jared's at one time. He wouldn't give her the time of day.

They look over and realize I hear them. They lower their voices and Hannah goes back to twirling her bleached blond hair around her finger.

Holy sets down the cinnamon roll and tea she got for me.

“The Occiden twins being catty again?” Holy asked.

“Yup. I'm a lawyer so I'm used to dealing with shitty people.” I replied.

I take a sip of my tea before eating my cinnamon roll.

“Well, let's get you away from these bitches as fast as possible. Jared is supposed to be coming over right? You don't want to keep him waiting.” Holy said.

“Yeah, you are right on both accounts,” I replied.

I quickly finish my food which earns a chuckle from Holy. I say goodbye to her before I head home.

Jared is there sitting by the door and greets me with a kiss.

“Mmm, you taste like cinnamon. Eating those cinnamon rolls you love so much from Tart Moment again?” Jared said.

“Yup and let's not waste another moment. You've had a long week at the hospital. I think the paramedic needs some taking care of.” I replied as tug him towards my room.

Jared unbuttons my dress, but we get interrupted.

We hear someone letting themselves in. Jared goes to investigate it.

Jared, what are you doing here? Where's my daughter? You shouldn't be here. All those competitions between you two for grades and awards did a number on her. She focused on getting them instead of self-care at one point.

I ran in to stop the argument.

“Stop, Daddy, things have changed. I love him and I'm carrying his baby.” I said.

My dad's eyes go wide in response to what I just said.

He goes to the couch to sit down.

“Is that true Y/N or did you just say that to stop me from talking?” my dad asked.

“It's all true.” I replied. 

Jared takes my hand in his.

“Sir, I promise I'll take care of her and our baby. After Y/N is my lady.” Jared interjected.

“If you are so sure Jared, and it's Y/D/N. I know when you are both ready. You will make things official. I'd like you and Y/N to have dinner with her mom and me tonight. I know it's short notice but I won't be able to keep the secret of Y/N's pregnancy from my wife.” my dad said.

“We'll be there Dad.” I replied.

He says nothing else and takes his leave. 

 Jared stands in front of me and runs his hands through my Y/H/C. He knows the gesture calms me.

“Well, that was a less chaotic result than I expected. I guess we should go back to my place after we finish up here. So I'm ready for dinner.” Jared said.

“No need. I ordered some clothes for you last week and put them in the walk-in closet in the main bedroom. Now let's get back to what we were doing.” I replied as I tugged him back to the bedroom.

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I Can Do it With A Broken Heart

Sequel to The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Platonic!Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Mention of Death, Mention of murder-suicide

Summary: The last five years have been challenging for Y/N, but she has pushed through. Now in her mid-20s, Y/N's business is flourishing. Everything appears to have reached a balanced state. Both she and her daughter Heidi are thriving. When her favourite actor, Jared Padalecki, approaches her for a project, her life takes a drastic turn. Will this turn be for the better or the worse?

Inspired by Taylor Swift's I Can Do it With a Broken Heart

I was grinning like I'm winning. I was hitting my marks

'Cause I can do it with a broken heart.

Flashback 

5 years ago…

I stare at the test in my hand. The catalyst that has changed life.

There's no way Norman is going to be a responsible person suddenly. 

I don't need him, I've got this. Don't worry, tiny tornado, your mom and your grandparents already love you. You'll never know what being unloved feels like.

Am I scared of this new chapter? Hell yeah, but I am always up for a challenge. 

End of Flashback

Being a single mom was not on my bingo card, but I got my shit together and started making a name for myself.

Moonmagic Studio is my production company. It's small, but it's mine. We are known for making indie movie films. It feels good to get those lesser-known projects off the ground. Small jobs at other studios helped me get the money to start the business. Once I made some connections, everything fell into place.

I am working from home today instead of the studio. My mom and dad took a trip to a few towns over. They usually take care of her when I'm at work. Today's holiday so she doesn't have school.

As if on cue, my daughter Heidi walks into the room.

“Hey tiny tornado, you finished your nap? Do you want lunch?” I asked.

She looks up at me with those beautiful Y/E/C of hers.

“Yes, mommy,” Heidi replied.

I scoop her up and set her on the dining room chair.

Heidi has grown to really like tomatoes and pasta. She takes after me on the pasta front. I've had a pasta salad marinating since this morning. Fusilli with dressing, tomatoes and chicken.

I grab one of her bowls out of the cupboard and pull out one of her spoons. I scoop the pasta in a bowl and set it on the table in front of her. Along with the spoon on a tissue. 

Her eyes light up at the sight of it.

“Yay pasta. Thanks, Mommy,” Heidi said with a smile.

“You're welcome Heidi.” I said as I got my serving. I joined her at the table.

“Mom, can we get a cat?” Heidi asked.

“Why are you asking, Heidi? It seems out of the blue.” I replied.

“Brookie has one I even fed Latte once. She's a sweet kitty.” Heidi said.

Ah, her best friend, Brooklyn Rose, has one. That explains things.

She's pretty responsible for her age. I think I'll say yes to this one. Heidi doesn't ask for much. 

“Tell you what. We'll go down to the shelter to pick one up this weekend.” I said.

Heidi smiles in response and goes back to eating her lunch.

Once we are finished with lunch. I let her watch her favourite cartoon, SpongeBob. While I get to editing one of the latest films Broken Vows, Burning Love. It's about rival wedding planners who have both been through rough divorces. They end up having a passionate night in England, and it changes everything. 

A knock on the door interrupts my work.

I look at my security camera, and I am shocked at who is on my doorstep, Jared Padalecki. He's my favourite actor. I guess he must have gotten lost and is looking for directions. I walk over to the door; better not keep him waiting.

“Hello, my name is Jared Padalecki, and I'm looking for Y/N. Holy gave me the address.” Jared said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Damn, he's even more mesmerizing in person. Those eyes of his. 

Okay, Y/N, answer him, don't leave him hanging.

“Hi Jared, nice to meet you, and I'm Y/N please follow me inside. Holy must have sent you for a reason.” I replied as I guided him towards my office. He stops for a moment to take off his shoes before following me.

“It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Holy has told me so much about your business. That being said, I have a project I'd like to work with you on.” Jared said.

I've got to give him credit for not showing discomfort in the guest chair I have in my office. It's rather small.

“So what's the project?” I asked.

“It's a TV series about a woman who got herself involved in a situation while blinded by grief. She doesn't let it stop her. She deals with the aftermath and makes a name for herself at the same time” Jared replied. I raise an eyebrow at him. It feels like he's writing my life story. Before I can respond, her little footsteps enter my office.

“Mommy, I am tired.” Heidi said as she rubbed her eyes.

“Okay, Heidi, let's get you down for your nap. I am sorry, Jared. We are going to have to reschedule.  I've got to get her down for her nap.” I said.

“I can wait darlin’ take care of her. I'll wait here.” Jared replied.

Bless his heart, he's so sweet.

“Okay if you are sure you can wait. I'll be right back.” I said with a smile.

I pick my daughter up and take her to her room.

Once she's fallen asleep. I make my way back downstairs and back to my office.

“ Okay, Heidi is asleep now. I am on board with working on your project. It's definitely something people can relate to. So what's  our next step?” I said.

“I'll send you the first script, and we can go from there. I should go; your husband is probably going to be back soon. I don't think he'll like a strange guy hanging around here.” Jared said as he got up from his chair.

“There's no husband or boyfriend in the picture. Norman, Heidi's father, we were friends with benefits. It was out of character for me to get into something like that. Being blinded by grief and desperate for a connection. I got involved with him. I lost my best friend before I got entangled with him. I don't regret getting involved with him, though. Something good came out of Heidi.” I replied.

Jared does something unexpected: he picks me up off my chair. Then sits down and pulls me into his lap. He wraps his arms around me.

“I know I shouldn't be doing this because we are strangers. But I felt you just needed a hug after telling me that. Sorry for your loss. I can't imagine the pain you went through. Also, what kind of asshole pulls you into that type of situation when he knows you are grieving?” Jared said.

I feel strangely comfortable and safe in his arms. I put my head in the crook of his neck.

“It's okay, strangely enough, you make me feel safe. Also, I don't know. Her death was all over the news. A hit-and-run driver killed her. Not just anyone thought her ex Seymour Cane. He’s dead, drove himself off a bridge the same day.” I replied.

We stay in this position for who knows how long. I invite him to stay for dinner. Jared graciously accepts. I am going to thank Holy later for sending him my way. It feels like he's always belonged in my life. I'm looking forward to where this road leads.

The Alchemy

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The Prophecy

For @spnfanficpond Women of Supernatural  writings challenge.

Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: 'How did we not think of this before? This is brilliant!'

Warnings: Angst, Magic, Fluff

Summary: Sam Winchester’s destiny has always been intertwined with Rowena’s demise. What happens when she falls for him? Conflicted and uncertain, Rowena seeks guidance from the Moirai, the goddesses of fate, hoping to find a solution.

Inspired by Taylor Swift's The Prophecy

Please, I've been on my knees. Change the prophecy.

Don't want money. Just someone who wants my company.

Let it once be me . Who do I have to speak to? About if they can redo the prophecy?

The scent of herbs and potions lingered in the air, mixing with the musty smell of the old bunker. My heart raced as I tried to push away my growing attraction to Sam.

Damn those stunning eyes of his and hair perfectly flopped the right way. Not to mention, he is built like a god. The brown plaid he is wearing looks great on him.

What on earth are you doing? You can't fall for him, he's destined to be your end. It would never work out.

 “Rowena earth to Rowena. Are you going to help us stop this doll curse like you promised us? It seems your mind is elsewhere.” Sam said.

Sam's voice cut through the air, jolting me back to reality

I put the thoughts away and focused on the task at hand.

“Patience, Samuel. This potion should do the trick. Now Dean needs to get us back on track with the location, and everything will be right as rain.” I replied.

“It's Sam.” Sam retorted.

We work the rest of the time in silence.

The hum of the heater in the bunker fills the silence as we wait for Dean to come back from the local police station.

For some unknown reason, Sam leans closer. Is the lad going to kiss me? Who knows? The creaking of the bunker door swinging open shattered the moment.

 "I found the location," Dean announces urgently. The scent of urgency fills the air. He leads the way back to the Impala, his voice echoing in the dimly lit bunker. I quickly gather the potions Sam and I concocted, their earthy scent wafting through the room, ready to counteract the witch's spells on the victims.

Sam takes his usual spot in the passenger seat, and I take mine in the backseat.

We pull up to the location, and it is nothing like I imagined.

The mansion is like an ornate castle. Witches rarely like to live like this. They like something more modest to blend in.

We easily enter the home, and I know it's a trap. I feel a chill down my spine as I take in the surroundings. Frozen humans in doll form fill the whole place.

As I gaze ahead, a familiar figure emerges in the distance. The scene is enveloped in a mysterious mist, adding an eerie ambiance. It is Misty, a witch from centuries past, once a novice under my tutelage. The air carries a faint scent of ancient magic, tingling my senses.

Her appearance remains mostly unchanged, but her attire is a stark departure from our shared history. She resembles a vision from the Marie Antoinette era, her hair intricately styled and adorned with ribbons, creating a rustling sound as she moves. The sight of her Rococo-style dress, a pale blue hue with elaborate floral motifs, is captivating yet unsettling.

A shiver runs down my spine as I notice the intricate designs on her dress - they resemble dolls, evoking a sense of unease. That witch we’ve been hunting down comes into view, and I recognize her immediately, Misty, a witch that I haven't seen in centuries.  She was once one of my students. She was just a beginner when she ran off from me.

Her face is mostly unchanged, but how she dresses is completely different. She looks like she stepped out of the Marie Antoinette era. Misty’s hair is poofed up high atop her head and adorned with ribbons. She's wearing a Rococo-style dress to finish the look. It's pale blue with motifs on it. To my horror, though, they're not normal ones; they look like dolls.

Then it clicks why she’s been doing all of this, it stems from a childhood trauma. She mentioned it once in passing. Her elder sisters would always steal her dolls. They'd either break them or hide them in their room. Unable to have her dolls as a child, she has now grown to transform people into dolls to play with.

Misty gazes at Sam with intense curiosity, her eyes gleaming with a hunger for power. Her hands reach out eagerly, poised to unleash the spell on Sam. In a swift motion, I cast a spell to halt her movements, the sound of her bones snapping sending a shiver down my spine. The scent of magic hangs heavy in the air as the ring, her source of power, shatters. Seizing the opportunity, Sam and Dean simultaneously fire witch-killing bullets into Misty's skull, ending the confrontation.

“Gallus Bampot Misty Le Tourneau, her movements hindered with that impractical dress. Now, let’s move, my dears. We need to return these people to their human forms.” I said.

Dean speeds off ahead of us to search through the rooms. While Sam and I take care of the mess of people in the hallways. No need to clean up the remnants of Misty. After being killed, she melted into a puddle of goo on the floor. 

Dean calls Castiel to bring a bus here so we can get them all back to their respective homes. The trauma will undoubtedly affect them for life, but at least they're alive.

Once Castiel returns the bus to its original location. We head back to the bunker in the Impala. Samuel is the first to break the silence.

“That was a strange case. What was the one look back there, Rowena? It looks like you recognized her?” Sam asked.

“She was one of my pupils. I haven't seen her in centuries. She was a novice back then. That spell was her creation. I didn't teach her that.” I replied.

“Okay, then we don't have to worry about you dollifying us, then. By the way, thank you for saving Sam back there.” Dean chimed in. 

“You definitely don't. That spell isn't my style. You're welcome as regards to saving Samuel. It was my pleasure to do so.” I replied.

Sam smiles at me in response to my last statement.

After a long journey, we arrive at the bunker. As I enter the room prepared by the Winchesters, I quickly search under the mattress for the hidden research. Relief washes over me as I find it undisturbed. The musty scent of the bunker surrounds me as I ponder the consequences of them discovering my secret. My heart races with the conflicting emotions I have developed for Samuel, driving me to delve deeper into my quest to defy the prophecy.

If I'm right, I have to head to a little spot on the outskirts of town where they supposedly live. I know I have to get there as soon as possible.  I hurriedly pack my research into my messenger bag and set off to the garage.

"Rowena, where are you heading off to? We literally just got back," Sam inquired. Avoiding eye contact, I briskly climbed into my red Hillman Minx, craving to reach my destination. The engine's comforting hum enveloped me, offering a sense of calm. I wished I could confide in him, but the uncertainty lingered. It was better to keep him out of this for now.

I arrive at the building stated in the information, finding an ordinary house with simple white siding, standing two stories tall. As I knock on the door, the sound echoes in the quiet surroundings. The door opens, revealing Atropos, the eldest of the goddesses, exuding an aura of power. Her golden eyes glint in the light, her sandy brown hair flowing gracefully.

“Ahh, Rowena, I’ve been expecting you to follow me to my parlour.” Atropos said as she motioned for me to follow her.

The hall of the house, the interior contrasting with the plain exterior. The walls adorned with intricate gold motifs against a backdrop of pristine white.

We enter her room, a mix of scents fills the air - the rich aroma of faux fur blending with the faint scent of silk. The walls are a deep ruby red, creating a sense of opulence. The white silk bedding and gold comforter invite relaxation, while the plush carpet underfoot adds a layer of comfort to the room.

She elegantly settles into her velvet chair, gazing at me with curiosity. I sit down in the chair next to the bed.

“So what brings you to the Fates' house? Must be serious, otherwise you wouldn’t have come here. You also must be desperate because I know you don’t like asking for help.” Atropos said.

I have no choice but to tell it’s a matter of life and death literally.

“I’ve fallen for the person who is meant to be my end, and I’m at a loss at what to do,”  I replied, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach.

“It seems the whispers in our home are correct; you've really fallen for Sam Winchester, and while I usually uphold the rules, I can't help but be drawn to complicated love stories.” Atropos said as she gently placed a hand on my thigh. 

“Yes, I have. So, is there a way, or should I just keep pushing these feelings down?” I asked.

The clock's ticking breaks the silence, and it feels like it's getting louder while I wait for her answer.

“Yes, the soulmate bond exists, albeit rarely; if Sam is your soulmate, it might alter the fate that has destined him to be your end,” replied Atropos gently.

"That's not possible, but I appreciate your help; I should go now," I said.

How did we not think of this before? This is brilliant! I scoffed to myself, pondering the futility of the idea of there being a bond.

As I slowly walk towards my car, the weight of despair envelops me like a heavy fog, causing my heart to ache as if it has shattered into a million tiny fragments. The sound of my footsteps on the pavement echoes in the empty street, amplifying the sense of loneliness. The air is heavy with a mix of exhaust fumes and the distant scent of rain. With each step, the reality of our hopeless situation sinks in deeper, urging me to quickly gather my belongings when I reach the bunker.

As I rush into the bunker, the musty smell hits my nose, mixing with the sound of my echoing footsteps on the cold floor. My heart pounds as I quickly reach my room, the dim light casting long shadows, urging me to pack my belongings swiftly, desperate to escape the oppressive atmosphere.

I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine, as I recognize the touch of Sam. The sound of my belongings falling onto the bed fills the room as he forcefully spins me around.

"Why the rush to leave? Where have you been?" Sam asked, his eyes reflecting deep concern.

I am at a loss for words on what to say.

He’s lost so much; telling him why I was leaving would just hurt him even more. I have no choice but to lie to him.

"I'm tired of being stuck here and just itching to hit the road," I replied before resuming to pack my things.

Sam, frustrated with my lack of explanation. He lifts me briefly before sitting down and pulling me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me to keep me close.

"I sense the feelings between us, and while they frighten us both, I believe we can overcome our destiny together," Sam said.

I bite my lip, wondering if I should tell him what I found out.

“I spoke with Atropos, who mentioned a possibly insane way to break it a soulmate bond between us. I can’t help but feel it's all just a fairytale that won’t ever come true,” I replied.

Sam's response is wordless, a soft brush of his lips against mine. His right hand cradling my face. The sensation travels through me, sending tingles down my spine. A shift occurs deep within me. As I process the moment, a surge of warmth envelops me, and I notice my name materializing in the elegant, golden script on his left wrist.

Sam pulls back, his eyes twinkling with a smile as he gazes at me.

 "It looks like you were wrong; it wasn't insane after all," he says, the sound of his laughter filling the air. Running his hand over my name, I feel a shiver down my spine. Checking my wrist, I see a matching one with his name. "Mo gràidh," I murmur before he pulls me into another kiss.

1 month later…

Sam and I are engaged in one of our usual morning routines—he's cooking breakfast while I go over our notes. Suddenly, a sneezing tabby with brown fur and green eyes interrupts us. 

“Rowena, did you turn Dean into a cat again? What did he do this time?” Sam asks, setting his spatula down on the counter before turning to me. 

“He stole my last strawberry tart from the fridge in my room,” I replied. 

“That’s no reason to use a two-hour cat-changing spell on him. You’re going to be in trouble for that later,” Sam said. 

“I’m looking forward to it,” I responded playfully. 

Just then, Dean transforms back into a human and quickly rushes to his room. He returns dressed 

“I hate it when you do that, Rowena. And you two should keep your dirty talk in the bedroom.” Dean said before he heads back to his room. 

Sam and I share a laugh before exchanging a kiss.

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Would it Matter? Masterlist

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Pregnancy, Blackmail, Mention of Breakup, Mention of  Cheating, Mention of Alcohol, Harassment, Stalking

Summary: Their families are basically royalty in their small town of Roselake. Jared and Y/N grew up together. Everyone thought they'd end up getting married when they turned of legal age. When they were 18, they escaped from the town. Y/N is a world-renowned scriptwriter, and Jared is a famous actor. Even though they are in the same industry. They have never worked together and haven't seen each other since they were teenagers. They are both forced to come back to the town when Jared's grandfather becomes ill. His dying wish is for Jared to get married. Will he get it, or will it be left unfulfilled?

Inspired by Skillet's Would it Matter

"All the chances that have passed me by. Would it matter if I gave it one more try?"

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4:

Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8:

Epilogue

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Mirrors and Mistakes

Summary: Y/N a well-known pop singer catches the eye of Supernatural actor Jensen Ackles. When he wants someone, he always gets it. She is hellbent on not bending her rules for him. He's off the menu anyway since he is married. Will Y/N eventually break them after receiving a life-changing phone call?

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4:

Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: