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Black Lace Panties

#11 - “I can’t take you seriously until you put some pants on.”
- jensen x reader, requested by @blacksiren for my two year drabbles

You walked back through to your bedroom, your glasses perched on your nose as you looked at the script that had arrived for Jensen a few days before.

He always got you to look over the parts he was asked to read for, wanting your opinion on whether he should go for it or not.

“Okay,” you smiled, pushing your glasses back onto your head. “What did you think of this one?”

Jensen looked up, his reply dying on his lips as he saw you.

“I- uh-”

“Come on, babe,” you laughed softly. “You have to get back to them this afternoon, and I won’t give you an opinion until I’ve heard yours.”

He shook his head, biting his lip.

“I’m sorry darlin’, but I can’t take you seriously until you put some pants on,” he admitted, his eyes grazing over your legs.

You grinned, placing the script down on the bedside table.

You pulled up the hem of the shirt you were wearing - one of Jensen’s old football jerseys - to reveal a sliver of black lace panties, raising an eyebrow at your fiancé.

“This distracting you?” you teased, grinning when he crawled across the bed, pulling you closer, his strong palms warm on your hips even through the material.

“How did I land me someone like you, huh?” he questioned, kissing your neck.

You smiled, draping your arms over his shoulders.

“I guess you must’ve been real good in a past life,” you murmured, and he hummed in agreement as he kissed your lips.

“I guess so.”
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Sometimes I think about the fact that Eleven didn’t really get to grow up and it makes my heart lurch. She’s so smart she probably would have loved school and to learn. She would have her mom do her hair in pigtails each day tied up with little bows. She would have loved animals and would have plenty of toy horses and a really fat cat named Pat (it rhymes with cat and she just learned about rhyming) Her favorite food would have been waffles but not the store bought kind the kind her mama makes that are fluffy and golden and with homemade whipped cream. She would have loved drawing with chalk and making the ground around her seem just as bright and colorful as her. She would have liked to go swimming especially in the summer when the days were so hot she felt like she a melting Popsicle. She would have known what a friend is and what it means to be loved and to love and Brenner took that away from her.


Fitz complimenting Jemma - a progression

From #youtried to #nailedit

Happy Valentine’s Day imagine Joyce Byers making homemade Valentine’s with her boys each year because she’s to poor to buy the store bought “nice ones” but it’s become a family tradition and now even that Jonathan and will might be considered to old they still do it and later on that night Joyce will find two handmade Valentine’s underneath her pillow with some very cheesy poems scribbled on them and a bag of her favorite candy (Jonathan shouldn’t have) and she will smile because these boys are the real loves of her life