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He leans in and you
don’t lean away. His crystal blue eyes
fill your vision, asking you for permission and he must see it because he
closes the remaining distance capturing your mouth with his. His lips are soft and warm, but his tongue is
cool from the beer. His hands slide
around your waist pulling you closer as your hands move up his neck and into
his hair. Butterflies flutter in your stomach making you feel like a feather as
your body molds to his.
Chris pushes you back onto the couch, nosing under your chin to
kiss your exposed throat. His hands roam
over your body as he settles between your thighs. You pull his face to yours, hungry for the
feel of his lips again. His hands slide
up your body and under your shirt, fingers brushing your nipple, slamming you
back to reality. The butterflies take
flight leaving you feeling like a stone.
You sit up, pushing him off.
“Sorry, shit. I have
to… I have to go,” you say, standing up.
“Hey, hold on.” His
fingers ring your wrist, eyes meeting yours.
The blue orbs are innocence and mischief all wrapped up together. “We can stop… just stay. We’ll watch the movie. I’ll keep my hands to myself, scout’s honor.”
You know you should go.
Your mind is screaming for you to, in fact. But the other part of you, your angry, hurt
and sad ego, the part that is hungry for his touch, is whispering stay.
Chris quietly watches you as the internal struggle between your two
halves rages, until your ego wins, and you finally sit back down.
The smile on his face looks like a child’s on Christmas
morning and you can’t help smiling back at him.
At least when you’re with him the pain of what Jensen did is
dulled. That can’t be so bad, right?
[Running in the Village with Robert and Aaron who look unfairly adorable in their running gear *Fan Baiting Alert*] AARON: Why don’t you just go home Robert? You’re clearly not fit enough to keep up with me. (DANNY: Plus, Ryan, I know your knee is still bothering you and I can’t watch you limp anymore, bro) ROBERT: No Aaron, you’re my number one priority, so I must be seen doing these kinds of activities with you. If you’re going to be doing an activity that you’ve previously used as a method of self harming I have to appear willing to go with you to keep an eye on you. Plus, I need a reason to be outside right now. (RYAN: It’s getting better, honest. Nice that they keep giving me all these scenes where I have to walk and run though. But hey, at least the plot says I get to stop for now) *Two lines of cute banter* - for the fans ROBERT: Go on Aaron, I have a plot cramp. I’ll catch you up. AARON: Doubt it.
[In the Village with Robert and Rebecca. Swing set clearly shown as Robert walks by…as if the audience needed a reminder] ROBERT: Have you done the thing I’m forcing you to do yet? I have my evil reputation to keep up. REBECCA: Later today, as you asked. I am deeply conflicted about this. Doesn’t it show? ROBERT: What time is it exactly? I need to know so I can stalk you later and make sure you really did the thing. REBECCA: *Shows appointment on phone* There you go. Happy stalking! Oh and just to give you another opportunity to sound like a jerk, happy now? ROBERT: I will be when it’s done. (Thanks, I needed that. I wasn’t sure my jerkish side was properly showing in this scene yet)
Summary: Reader is a teenage actress on Supernatural,
and at 15 years old her abusive parents kick her out of the house because they
disapprove of her career. After an emotional breakdown at the latest
convention, Rob takes her in.
I was six years old when my father first slapped me. I was
six years old when my mother told me she wanted nothing to do with me. I was
six years old when my father told me I was worthless.
I was 10 years old when I discovered Supernatural, and for
the first time in my life I found something that made me happy.
By the time I was 14 years old, I was cast on the show. I
lived in Los Angeles, and would do anything to get out of the house for a
while. Don’t need much more than a signature to fly out of the country by
yourself when it’s for a job.
Hayden Strong, 14-year-old teenager turned hunter after her
parents died from hellhounds gone rouge. The best thing that would ever happen
I was 14 years old when my character blew up on the show,
and within months I was invited to my first convention. I was 14 years old when
I met Rob Benedict.
I was 15 years old when he changed my life forever.
“Get out of here! I
never want to see your face in this house ever again! Leave!” yelled dad,
letting you have nothing more than a duffle bag as he shoved you out of the
I closed my eyes, trying to get the memory from this morning
out of my head. It was early Friday morning, and I had taken a cab to the
I had officially been kicked out, and I was barely keeping
With my headphones in, I walked into the green room with my
head down. I didn’t feel like talking to anybody, and to be quite honest I
didn’t think I would be able to handle it. I headed straight for the food
table, having been too busy to even think of eating breakfast this morning.
Rob, Rich, Kim, and Brianna were the only ones in the green
room at the moment, and I could feel their eyes on me in confusion. Why hadn’t
I said anything to them yet?
Placing slices of apple onto my plate, they nearly fell out
of my hand as someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder. Turning around
quickly, I came face to face with the one and only Rob Benedict.
Over the past year, Rob Benedict has basically become my
best friend. He was there to help me around my first convention, he sat with me
through every homework assignment I had to do backstage. He bought me every
meal I didn’t have money for, every time the cast went out to a surprise
He even started to pay for a two-bedroom hotel room when he
discovered I had been spending each night of a convention weekend sleeping on
the couch in the green room.
I pulled my headphones out, looking up at him.
“He-Hey Rob. What’s up?” I asked. Trying to appear as normal
as possible was not something I was apparently good at.
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” asked Rob, keeping his
voice down for my benefit. I wasn’t as open to the rest of the cast as I was to
“Nothing, you know. I’m- I’m fine. It’s just been a rough
morning you know?” All of a sudden, a door slammed, which caused me to jump
with the noise. Rob noticed immediately.
“Hey guys!” Rich’s handler had walked in, but Rob kept his
eyes on me as I tried to keep my eyes from spilling. Luckily all the attention
from everyone else went to the handler.
“Y/N, it’s me. You know you can talk to me about anything.”
I trusted Rob, but God he already had to deal with so much
being my friend. I already felt like so much of a burden for him. He already
did so much for me I didn’t want to put more on his shoulders.
I took a deep breath.
“I’m fine, Rob. I swear. It was just a rough morning,
“Hey, Y/N! You’re scheduled for autographs in about five
minutes, we gotta head down there.” My own handler had entered the room.
“I’ll see you later, Rob.” I said, beginning to walk away.
Rob grabbed my arm, making me wince from the hand-shaped bruise I was hiding
under my sweater. Rob let go quickly, reaching into his pocket and holding out
a room key to me.
“Here, in case you want to put your suitcase in our room
I took my room key from him.
“Thanks, but I only have this anyway.” I held up my duffle
bag. I bid goodbye, turning around and leaving with my handler for the day. Thank
God, the convention has started, I could definitely use the distraction.
“You alright, Rob?” asked Rich. Rob, Rich, Jared, and Jensen
sat at the lunch table backstage in the green room. It was Sunday of the
convention. Y/N was doing photo opps.
“Yeah um… I dunno. Has, has Y/N been acting a bit strange
this weekend to you guys?” asked Rob.
“What do you mean?” asked Jensen.
“I don’t know guys. She’s barely said a word to any of us
all weekend. I just feel like something’s off.”
“What are you talking about? She barely says a word to us
any weekend. You know she keeps to herself.” said Jared.
“Yeah, but she always talks to me. I just feel like
something’s wrong.” said Rob.
“Care to elaborate?” asked Rich.
“On Friday, when she got here, she jumped when a door
“Maybe it just scared her?”
“I grabbed her arm, not tight or anything, I just wanted to
give her the room key. But she flinched, she flinched like it seriously hurt,
like I was grabbing a bruise or something.” said Rob.
“Are you suggesting someone’s been hurting her?” asked Rich.
It was a big accusation to make, especially for a teenager living with her
The sound of a door opening turned the four men’s heads, Y/N
had walked in to get some lunch as well.
Requested: yes “
Hello! Could you do an Alex Ernst imagine? Where the reader is really famous and Alex and her are dating. The reader is doing a show at the Staples center and Alex and the entire squad go watch because they love seeing her perform and all the girls are like talking about how good the reader is doing and stuff like that! Also could you add some major Alex fluff??💗
Plot: You’re a famous singer, you’re dating Alex. You have everything you’ve ever wanted in you life. As you’re about to go and do your show in Staples center something happens …
Warning: swearing, fluff, kissing, sexy talk etc.
Word count: 1 918 (shorter than I expected)
A/N: I’m back again and posting as often as I can. I’m planning on doing a Q&A day every Thursday, posting at least one story every week and just being more active in here as my blog is literally growing everyday and I want to keep it that way. So follow me for more smuts, imagine oneshots etc Enjoy! xox
I do not own that picture! Also I just made up those song lyrics so there’s that.. :D xx
Sometimes I think, why me? What did I do to deserve this? All my success, all my friends, my family, my fans and of course me loving boyfriend. He’s really and angel. He’s always so supportive, protective, loving, sweet, sexy and so much more. I really love him.
We’ve been together for a year now and it has been nothing, but amazing. We met, when Liza started dating and my music career basically exploded. I’ve been friends with Liza since like we were maybe 10 or so. I moved here, to LA and I had no friends, but her so she introduced me to her friends and that’s how I met Alex.
Yes hater trolls I’m laughing at your pain. By now you all know how picky I am about evidence of
Sharing is Caring
But this is one of the best we’ve had in recent history. Not only is Kristen wearing this jacket like today or yesterday but Rob was seen wearing this somewhat recently when he was in London for a bit.
See what happens when Rob shows up on location to spend time with his wife and kids. Yep…Kristen does what she has always done…
Hey Kristen and Rob, I hope you had fun @ Kristen’s birthday bash! Sure looked like your friends did.
Note: For the
sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and
making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter
and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own
lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s
own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!
The song used in this chapter is “I’ve Got Wheels” by Miranda Lambert.
This feels rushed again, but writing too many characters is hard! It was late when I finished this, let me know if you see typos.
*AW! Vegas Con memories in the GIF!*
You woke up to the sound of your phone indicating that you
had text messages coming in. Rubbing your eyes, you searched for the phone on
the nightstand but it wasn’t there. You realized you were still in your clothes
from yesterday, so you searched your pockets of your jeans until you found it
in your back pocket. What a night. You had no recollection of falling asleep
fully dressed. You checked your phone, a smile forming on your face when you
saw that you had messages from Rob. You had behaved a bit dramatically the
night before, running off after his friends had told you a little more than you
thought you were ready to hear. Despite your quick exit from the party, you
knew that you really did like Rob, you just couldn’t see why he would like you.
However, seeing that he had taken the time to text you just now made you feel
better about everything.
Rob: Hey, are you
Rob: I hope everything
is okay. You seemed upset last night.
Y/N: Hey Rob, yeah I’m
Rob: You took off
Y/N: Yeah, I reached
my limit on drinking and lack of sleep. I wasn’t thinking. I should have said
goodbye at least.
Rob: I’m sorry we kept
Y/N: It’s fine. I’m
Rob: Good. I was
worried my friends may have said something to upset you.
Y/N: No, they were
great. I like them.
Rob: I think they like
Rob: If you’re not
busy today, you could come down to the convention. I’ve got a panel with Rich
and Matt. And there’s the concert tonight…
Y/N: I told you’d I’d
go to your show. I would love to see your panel too.
Rob: See you around
10:30? Let me know when you get here and I’ll come find you.
You checked the clock to make sure you had time to get
ready. It was only 7. You groaned, sort of upset that Rob had messaged you so
early. You don’t think you even left the party until 2 this morning. How the
hell was he up and ready to go? You rolled off the bed, willing yourself to get
in the shower. Sure, it was early, but you would have time to get breakfast
before meeting up with Rob.
You balanced the pan of brownies on your left hand as you opened the front door of Rich and Jaci’s home with your right. They were hosting a get-together with friends and you were happy to come and enjoy a day out even if the morning hadn’t started well for you. Since you had returned from your trips, your sleep schedule was off and this morning you did not wake up when your alarm had gone off. This delayed in getting ready for the party and making the brownies that Jaci asked you to make. You were a little frazzled but you were really looking forward to the day and spending it with everyone.
You would have never made it to the party on time if you hadn’t been staying with Rob. Being gone for almost three weeks in different countries and time zones had really messed you up. Traveling had been fun but it was nice not to worry about being somewhere at a certain time. Between the conventions in Europe, with your personal traveling, and then going to Australia, you were just happy to sleep in the same bed more than a couple nights in a row. Even if that bed happened to be at Rob’s house still and not your own apartment. You were slightly disappointed that you were set to be moving in a few days now that you were back in town.
Macy was stacking shelves when the barrel of the gun dug in to her ribcage. “Fuck,” she whispered, closing her eyes. Working in a service station at the back end of town meant not having all that many people to wave down when things were quiet. And robbing a store in a redneck town when it was busy was just dumb. “To the register. Everything you got.” The voice growled in her ear, handing her a bag. Macy began walking towards the front of the store, hands raised. The sliding doors opened and two men in kuttes walked in. They stood at the end of the second aisle, browsing through the magazines. Eyes wide, Macy tried getting their attention. The guy was slightly shorter than her, and he couldn’t see over the shelving. A subtle flick of her hand, stepping heavy as she walked. She cleared her throat three times before they looked up. Macy gestured briefly at the top of the man’s head bobbing behind her, and the men reached quietly inside their kuttes. As she rounded the aisle, the men stepped out and held up their guns. The robber stopped, looking at the men before registering what was going on. He grabbed Macy’s waist and pulled the gun up fast to the side of her head. “Whoa there,” the older of the two bikers said in a thick Scottish accent, raising a hand. “No need to be hasty. Just let the lass come to us and we’ll let you walk outta here, no harm, no foul.” Macy could feel the robber shaking against her. He was probably young, stupid, desperate. For what, she didn’t know. But she knew he thought they were alone and that he’d be in and out with a sack full of cash. Now he was shitting himself. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot!’ The guy warned, pressing the gun harder against her scalp. Macy winced, rolling her eyes, kind of wishing that she’d just gotten the money for him and he would have been gone. “Not moving, just let her go.” The younger one replied. “You shoot her, you don’t get out of here except in a bodybag. You let her go, you leave and we don’t follow.” The robber tensed, weighing up his options before shoving Macy forward toward the older biker and legging it for the door. Macy crashed in to the man, him grabbing her. She turned to see the younger biker tackle the robber to the floor. They wrestled, the biker straddling over the robber. The robber made to shoot at the biker, but the gun was knocked to the side before the biker shot him in the chest. It took a moment for Macy to realise that another shot had gone off, and a few more moments to feel the burning pain in her thigh. The Scot held her up as she started to slip. The biker’s spoke to one another, but Macy wasn’t sure what they were talking about. The world tipped as the older man picked her up and carried her out of the store. He laid her in the back of a black van. There wasn’t much light and it didn’t take long until she passed out.
“Don’t sit up. Just wait until you wake up first.” Macy’s vision slowly came in to focus. She felt somewhat queasy, and there was a throbbing pain in her leg. Reaching for the source of the pain, she felt a large bandage. Remembering everything that happened, she was thankful that she wasn’t in a morgue. Someone was sitting on the couch across from her. The younger biker. His mohawk and tribal tattoos the first thing she recognised. “Hey, how you feeling?” he asked. “Like I was getting robbed and then two bikers came in and saved me.” He smiled. It was a nice smile and for some reason, Macy felt safe. Maybe because he had saved her, or maybe because she wasn’t dead and he had something to do with that. “If you don’t feel too nauseous, I can help you sit up and you can have some water.” Macy nodded and he assisted her, nearly dropping her when she yelled out. “Shit, did I hurt you?” “No, the bullet smacking into my thigh did.” He eased her back in to the bed, the blanket slipping down to reveal her panties. Quickly pulling it back up for her, he blushed slightly. “Chibs had to cut your pants off to patch you up. Didn’t want to try putting something else on in case I did any damage, so I just put a blanket over you.” “That’s alright.” Macy replied, accepting a glass of water and taking a sip. “I’m Juice, by the way.” “Macy.” she responded, wondering how someone got a name like Juice. “Take these, they’ll help with the pain.” Juice handed over two pain killers. Macy took them and swallowed, sitting back against the pillows. “So what happened? I remember everything up until getting put in the back of the van.” “I kinda killed the guy-” “’Kinda’ killed the guy?” Macy cut in. “Yeah, well, he was definitely trying to kill me.” Juice’s chuckle was light and throaty. “Chibs got you out of there while I went and got the security tape. We’re not very liked around here, my club. If people knew we were the ones involved, we’d be picked up and charged.” Macy sipped more water, confused. “Why would you be charged? It was self-defence.” “The cops use any excuse to bring us in. We’re from the Sons of Anarchy.” Macy looked down at his kutte, seeing the patches. Then up to the walls where Sons of Anarchy and other motorcycle paraphenalia plastered the walls. She figured she was in the clubhouse. “Yeah, I’ve heard of you guys.” Juice nodded. He almost looked sad, and Macy certainly didn’t want him to feel that way. “I mean, I’ve heard all the stuff people say. I don’t really care, you guys seem nice. You helped me. Juice smiled before continuing, sitting on the edge of the bed. “We brought you back here and Chibs stitched you up. He had to go speak with the club and let everyone know what happened. I’m here to make sure you don’t call anyone and report us.” “Why would I do that? You stopped the guy from robbing the place and getting away, as well as saving me.” “I should have just let him go. You wouldn’t have gotten shot if I did.” “No way! If he’d gotten away, he would have done it to someone else. I got shot, I didn’t die.” Macy reached out and grabbed his hand. Juice let her, and Macy felt the rough skin and the hard metal of his rings press against her palm. A phone started ringing, and Macy jumped, letting go of Juice’s hand as he reached for the phone on the bed. “Who’s Brian?” “Ah shit, that’s my boss.” Juice handed the phone over to Macy and she answered, putting it on loudspeaker. “Macy, are you ok?” “Yeah, Brian, I’m fine.” “Where are you?” Macy looked over at Juice, who gave her a somewhat warning glance. “I’m in a shack or hut or something. All I know is that I got shot and I woke up all patched up.” she shrugged, looking at Juice for confirmation on her story. He nodded, serious look across his face. “It’s alright, the security tape behind the counter was taken, but I’m going to go through the backroom tapes with Sheriff Unser.” Juice’s eyes went wide and he quietly moved from the bed to the hallway, closing the door behind him. “Ok, um, I’m going try figure out where I am, get down there to give my statement.” Macy replied, wondering how she could get the backroom tape before anyone could watch it. She wasn’t about to let her heroes go down for something that wasn’t their fault. “I could come and get you?” “No, it’s fine, I don’t know where I am to direct you. Looks like I might just on the outside of Charming.” Macy was trying to think quick, take Brian’s focus from the tape. “Can you do me a favour? I need some pants, I don’t have any at the moment. Long story, I’ll tell you when I get there.” “Yeah, sure. I’ll go grab you something to wear.” Macy hung up, and Juice was back in the room. She hadn’t even heard him come back in. “Unser’s on our payroll. One of the guys is calling him now to let him know the situation.” “That’s good. I got my boss out of the way for a little bit, so he won’t cause too many problems until I get down there.” Juice looked a little uneasy. Like he wanted to say something, but was conflicted. “What’s up?” “We need you to get that tape. Unser can’t just misplace it, it’s the only piece of evidence, it’ll look too suss. He needs to log it and then you need to figure out how to get it without the deputy seeing you.” This wasn’t really how Macy saw her day going. It wasn’t even how she saw the aftermath of the robbery going. But Juice was cute and he and Chibs had saved her. She figured she owed them at least one favour. “I’ll think of something.” Juice looked impressed at her bravery, and Macy hoped that she could pull this off. She wanted to impress him.
Juice pulled up a block from the service station. “Are you gonna be able to walk?” he asked, helping her out of the van. “Yeah, I’ll be alright. I’ll take it as slow as possible.” Juice was uneasy, letting her go, but she gave him a reassuring smile, wrapping the towel that he gave her tightly around her and hobbling off. There was a police car and an ambulance, but plenty of police tape cordoning off the front of the store. Calling over the deputy, she explained who she was and he let her through. Sheriff Unser was there, watching her walk over. He gestured for her to go to the patrol car, which was closer, opening the back door for her to sit on. “You’re Macy?” He asked. Macy nodded and he asked the deputy to take her statement. The paramedics looked over her injury while she talked, and Unser logged the tape, putting it in an evidence bag and placing it in the trunk of the patrol car. She recounted everything she knew, except seeing Juice and Chibs’ faces, and everything that Juice had told her. “Macy! You’re here.” Brian called, coming over with a pair of sweatpants in his hands. “Thanks, Brian.” she said, taking the pants from him. He held a blanket up that the paramedics had given her so she could slip on the sweatpants. The wound stung but the paramedics said she was lucky it missed anything important. It would heal quickly. Macy gave an internal thumbs up to Chibs. “I’m going to talk to Unser, get the rest of the information. Apparently I can’t view the tapes until they’ve looked at them over at the station.” Brian said, hand on her shoulder, before walking away. Macy felt a little bad for what she was about to do, but there was no real shop damage and he wouldn’t need insurance. Lifting herself up, she limped around the car, happy that the pain was real so she could pull this off. There was sweat beading on her forehead and the pain was becoming worse again, the meds wearing off. “Um, deputy? Sorry, would you mind getting one of the medics for me? I’m not feeling well.” The deputy hurried off and Macy slumped down on the edge of the open trunk. Reaching in slightly, she pulled out the tape, shoving it down the back of her sweats and pulling her shirt over the top. She tightened the cord on the pants and prayed the tape would hold. A medic came over, administering more meds. She sat and smiled, thanking him before Unser and Brian walked back over again. “So you’re sure you didn’t see anyone?” “I’m sure.” “And the shack you were staying at, where was it?” “I have no idea. It was out of town, and when I was picked up by someone along the road, I was just in so much pain I could hardly see, let alone chart my coordinates by the sun. I don’t even know what direction we came in to town.” Macy saw Unser smile, but she was the only one who did. “It’s alright, nothing you could do. Looks like it’s gonna be pretty open and shut. The robber was a junkie, and seems like your hero was out doing some anonymous vigilante work. You’re free to go.” Unser walked off to make a phone call and Brian prattled on about her not having to come to work for as long as she needed. Macy smiled, assuring him she would be back at work as soon as she could. Shortly after, a nondescript car pulled up, and a young guy with a bright face and wild blonde hair sticking out of his head. He didn’t look anything over 21. “Hey, Macy! Crazy day!” he said, coming over to me. “Yeah, you’re telling me! You come to pick me up, Brandon?” She went along with the kid, assuming this was the play. “Sure did. How are you to walk?” “Not great, I’ve only just had pain meds so they’ll take a bit to kick in.” “No problem.” ‘Brandon’ replied, and without missing a beat, scooped her up gently from the car and carried her over to his. He put her down next to the passenger door, thankfully on the other side where no one could see the tap slipping down the back of her pants. Macy slid awkwardly into the passenger seat and he ran around to the drivers side. Driving along, she managed to remove the tape out of the bottom of the pants. “So, are you with the club?” Macy asked. ‘Brandon’ wasn’t dressed in biker gear, so she could only assume. “Yeah, I’m Kip, but everyone calls me Halfsack.” Unlike Juice’s name, Macy wasn’t as curious about how Kip got his. “Wouldn’t they know something was up when you rocked up, being with the bikers? Juice told me you’re not well liked here.” He kept his eyes on the road, a big grin plastered on his face. “I’m not from around here, and no one knows me yet. I’m a prospect. This is my first gig on my own, and I really wanna get patched in so if you could maybe put in a good word for me? How well I handled this?” He was so excitable, so eager to please, she had to smile at him. “Sure thing, Kip. You’ve done a great job.” They pulled in to a yard with a big sign reading “Teller Morrow Garage”. Pushing up from the seat, Macy grabbed the video and came around the side of the car, standing before a bunch of bikers. They looked at her expectantly, and she pulled the tape out from behind her back. They all clapped and cheered. Macy bowed, slightly tipping forward before standing back up. Juice came over and picked her up, taking her to a picnic bench and setting her down. Someone took the tape to meet it’s fate and another someone handed her a beer. “Chibs!” She cried out, smiling as the Scot walked over to her. “Hi lass! You did it!” Chibs and Juice introduced Macy to everyone. Chibs went off to talk to some others and Juice and Macy were left to hang out. They chatted a lot and drank a little before Macy grew tired and Juice took her home.
A few weeks had passed, and Macy began to feel better, her wound healing over. She had gone back to work, not able to stand being in the house for days on end anymore. The club had opened it’s arms to her, and Juice would often come and pick her up to hang out at the clubhouse. She’d become an official friend to them.
It was another quiet day and Macy sat on her stool, watching while the coworker that had been assigned to her stocked the shelves. She wasn’t allowed to be on shift by herself (Brian’s orders), so she stayed on the register. Generally it was boring, unless Juice dropped in to see her. It happened whenever Juice wasn’t busy with club business, and every time he approached the sliding doors and smiled at her, she felt her posture straighten, her smile growing wide and hurting her cheeks. They openly flirted, and Macy found herself thinking about Juice whenever he wasn’t around.
“Hey, pretty lady.” Juice said, leaning up against the counter. “Well hey there, handsome.” Macy replied. “You going on break soon?” Macy looked at the clock on her phone. Nearly lunch time. She nodded, and Juice leant forward even closer. “Wanna go get something to eat?” Macy’s stomach fluttered, and she nodded, slipping off the stool and walking out of the register booth. “Hey, Derek? I’m going for lunch, watch the register!” Macy called. She didn’t wait for Derek’s response, just grabbed Juice by the front of the kutte, leading him to the door to the store room instead of towards the sliding door. Pulling him in to the room, she closed the door, locking it behind them. Turning up the store speakers, she looked over at Juice, who was happily confused. “Are we getting lunch from the stock? Because I was thinking burgers from the diner down the road.” “Juice, we’ve been flirting and teasing each other for weeks now. I don’t think I ever really thanked you for what you did for me that day. Plus, I figured we could work up an appetite.” He didn’t need to ask anymore questions. Juice answered by kissing her, hard, confirming her thoughts as to how he felt. No need for foreplay, they’d been at it for weeks. The looks, the innuendo jokes, grazing each other with their hands when they thought no one was looking. Barely breaking their kiss, all the while giggling, they struggled out of their jeans. Juice grabbed Macy by the back of the thighs, lifting her on to a stack of canned drinks. She winced, and he pulled back. “Fuck, you ok?” He looked down, realising his hand had pushed against her wound. “It’s ok, it’s just a bit tender.” Juice leant down, placing a gentle kiss just above the now-healed-over wound. “Sorry babygirl, I didn’t think.” Macy grinned and got back to kissing him as he pressed his raging self against her. Moaning loudly, she squeezed her legs around him, encouraging him. She knew he was trying to prolong it, but as much as she wanted this to keep going, she was more desperate to feel him deep within her. She also knew she wasn’t going to last much longer with him rocking himself against her clit. Just when Macy thought she couldn’t handle it anymore, Juice pulled back a little, sliding between her folds and filling her completely. Juice let out a grunt, moving his lips from her mouth to her neck. He thrust quickly, keen, unable to stop now that he’d finally gotten a taste of what he’d wanted. Macy rolled her hips with him, and he snaked a hand between them, rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles over her clit. Derek started banging on the door. “Macy! You in there? The music is really loud and I can’t get in there!” He yelled. “Yeah, working on it!” Macy’s voice was strained as she felt the beginning of an orgasm approach. Derek knocked more, jiggling the door handle, not having heard Macy. Macy was glad she’d turned the music up, her’s and Juice’s moans were untamed, echoing around the room. “Persistent little prick.” Juice said as he fucked her. Derek was still banging on the door. Macy’s chuckles turned into groans as skin slapped against skin. “I’m-” she started to call back out to Derek, but her focus turned quickly as she found her release, clenching hard around Juice and digging her nails to his shoulders. That tipped Juice over the edge, and he rocked slowly inside of her as they rode their orgasms out. Juice helped Macy down. They pulled their pants back on, smiling and blushing at each other, straightening up. Macy turned the speakers back down and opened the door, Derek on the other side looking annoyed. “Fixed it. Heading out to lunch, see you in an hour!” They reached Juice’s bike, pulling on their helmets. Taking off, the vibrations on the bike felt harsh against her sensitive body, but Macy didn’t care. She was with Juice and she was thankful for the gun shot wound in her leg. It hurt like a bitch, but now she had the club, and Juice, and a story to tell about how her life went from average and dull to exciting and unpredictable.
Sitting in the diner, Macy sipped her Coke, watching Juice while he absentmindedly played with his rings, looking content. “Question,” he said. “Hmm?” “If that’s what I get for saving your life that day, what does Chibs get for being part of it and stitching you up?” Macy thought for a moment, pretending to really ponder. “He’ll have to be happy with a bottle of whiskey. I’m a one-man kind of woman.” “Good to know.” Juice grinned. _______________________________________________________________________
Summary: You, a hunter, meet Castiel as Steve and quickly become friends.
A/N:This part is more of a prologue. The rest of the series will focus on what happens in relationships with too many secrets. Part 2 will be posted in a day or so. The tag list is at the end, let me know if you want to be added.
“Shit shit shit!” you panted as you ran through the dark alleyway. You had taken on too much with this hunt. It should have been a simple hack-n-slash vamp kill, but they caught you off guard. You were lucky to escape, but you were now unarmed, bleeding, and they were bound to find you again if you didn’t figure something out, quickly.