Human Steven Universe AU where Peridot is a computer technician and Amethyst is that one fuckign customer that keeps breaking her fucking computer like christ what are you even doing to this thing???? And amethyst just shrugs and Peri sighs but she secretly luvs it when she sees Amethyst’s address in her work schedule for that day
A/N : okay, you all asked for another part, and here it is!! By the way, Jared is SINGLE in this fic. So please NO HATE! I love Gen so much. Enjoy!
“J, can you-can you help me?” Jared muttered, fumbling with his tie.
Jensen placed his beer down and chuckled to himself. Walking over to his best friend. “Dude, you’re going to have to learn how to do this shit.” He stated, helping him with the tie. “What if I wasn’t here?”
Jared shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I’ll learn. One day.”
After only a few minutes, Jensen finally fixed his tie and removed the creases on his shirt. “There.” He exhaled.
“Thanks. I better go. The wedding starts in an hour.” He groaned, reaching for his shoes.
Jensen plopped down on to the couch with his beer in his hand. “Be safe. And wear a condom!” He cackled.
Jared rolled his eyes, quickly throwing his jacket over his shoulder and grabbed his keys. “See ya later.”
“Bye. And tell Y/N I said thanks for the invite.”
“I already told you, she just asked me-”
“her ex cheated and her sister paid for the plate, blah blah blah. I know. I was kidding.” Jensen grunted. “Go. Have fun!”
Jared took in a deep breath, and made his way out to his car. He was nervous. But wasn’t sure as to why. You two have been friends for at least 4 years now. He’s hung out with you many times. So why was he nervous?
Jared slipped into his car, and put the key into the ignition.
His phone went off and your name lit up on the screen.
“Hey I’m leaving now.” He muttered.
“Okay, cool. I’ll see you soon.” You muttered. “And drive safe, Paddles! I don’t want to find out you got a ticket again or get a call from the hospital. Got it?”
He let out a chuckle, his smile growing. “Alright mom. I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry.”
You let out a dramatic groan. “You know how much I hate when you call me that.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault, you set yourself up for it.” He stated.
“I hate you.” You groaned.
“I love you too.” He chuckled. “I’ll be there soon.”
There was a knock at the door, startling you as you hurried to get ready. Today was your sisters wedding. And though you should be excited, you couldn’t help but be nervous.
You touched up the last of your make up, and took one glance at the mirror. The black dress hugged your curves perfectly, and your hair was set in curls over your shoulders.
Running to the front room, you opened the door. Your eyes met Jared’s and for a moment, you felt your stomach flutter. He looked incredible.
“Wow.” He breathed, looking you up and down. It’s been months since he’s last seen you. Your friendship was more based off skype and phone calls, since he’s been busy with supernatural and such.
“Hey Paddles!” You smiled, taking him in for a quick hug. “Did you get taller?” You chuckled.
He shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “No, maybe you’re getting shorter.” He winked.
You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him. You invited him in and closed the door behind you. “I just need to get my heels and we can go.”
Jared nodded as you ran back to your room. He gazed around the apartment, since the last time he was here, he was helping you move in. That was a year ago.
There were pictures all over. Some of you and your friends, and a few with him. The one that stood out to him the most, was the photo that hung on the wall by the dining room.
It was a picture of you and Jared with your snowboards. That day was cold as hell, but it was one of his favorites. Mostly because it was your first time and you kept falling. You two would always go and do things with a few other friends.
And he missed that more than ever.
“Okay, I’m ready.” You exhaled.
Jared cleared his throat as he flashed a cheeky grin.
He couldn’t keep his gaze off you, his cheeks hurting from smiling.
“What’s with all the staring? You’re starting to freak me out.” You muttered.
“N-Nothing. Sorry. Let’s go.” He hesitated.
For a moment, you eyed him but shrugged it off. “Thanks for doing this by the way.” You said, walking over to the door.
He flashed a soft smile and nodded. “It’ll be fun. Besides, I missed you. It’s been what-a year since we hung out?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
You followed him to his car, and he helped you in. Opening and closing the door for you. “Thanks.”
The drive to the church, was nothing more than amazing. Both you and Jared couldn’t stop laughing as you reminisced old memories.
“Remember when we went to that fancy restaurant, when you came out to visit me in Vancouver and-”
“O my god! Yea and the waiter mixed up the tables and I ended up with a ring in my champagne!” You cackled. “Which by the way is so tacky. I mean, that’s so cliche!”
“I know, but damn. We played that off so well. I swear, I think we could’ve won an Oscar.” He chuckled, glancing over at you. He loved watching you laugh.
“That was fun. You and I were engaged for a good hour.” You stated, looking up at him.
The car came to a stop as he parked by the church. “We’re here.” He muttered.
You cleared your throat, and gripped onto the clutch that contained your phone and money. “Alright, let’s do this.” You exhaled. “Get ready to meet my crazy family. Hopefully they don’t scare you away.”
He removed the key out of the ignition and locked his gaze with yours. A smile forming on his lips. “If I can deal with you, I’m sure I’ll make it through the night.”
You playfully slapped his arm, chuckling together. “Shut up Moose. If anything, I deal with you. Now let’s go before we miss the whole ceremony.”
You pushed the door open, and stepped out. The warm breeze trickled against your skin. “And so it begins.” You whispered.
Walking inside, you were greeted by your father. “Hey dad.” You smiled, giving him a quick hug.
“Hey sweetheart.” He muttered. “You look absolutely beautiful.”
You shook your head and sighed. “Thanks.”
Your father looked up and met Jared’s gaze. Scrunching his brows as he straightened his posture.
“Oh right. Dad, this is my friend Jared. Jared this my dad, Joe.” Jared cleared his throat as he reached his hand out. “Nice to meet you sir.”
Joe was hesitant at first, but immediately flashed a cheeky grin and let out a chuckle. “Nice to meet you too, son.”
“Where’s Mary?” You asked, furrowing your brows.
“She and your mother are in the ladies room. Finishing up last minute touch ups.” He muttered.
“Alright, I better go see the bride.” You glanced at your date. “I’ll meet you after the ceremony. I’m kind of the maid of honor.” You shrugged.
“Don’t worry honey. Your mom and I will take good care of him.” Your father stated. “Come on boy, let’s have a drink.”
You waved good bye as they walked over to the bar. Jared glanced back at you, for a moment and smiled. “Thank you.” You mouthed.
“Y/N!” Your mom spewed from behind, catching your attention.
You turned on your heels and started toward her. “Hi.” You muttered.
“Good, you’re here. Come help me get your sister in her dress. I can’t do it alone.”
Jared and Joe sat at the bar, with a glass of whisky in hand.
“So, what do you do for a living Jared?” Joe asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“Um I am an actor.” He stated.
“Oh really? Anything I’ve seen?” He asked.
“I’ve been in a few movies. But right now, I am on a show that has such a great fan base. We are going on our seventh season.” He smiled, feeling proud of his work.
Joe raised his brows, his lips curving as he nodded his head. “That’s amazing. What’s the name of the show?”
“Supernatural.” He muttered.
“I think I’ve heard of that. Well, too many more seasons!” He raised his glass up to Jared.
“Thank you.” They clinked there glasses together.
Jared felt himself grow at ease as he continued chatting with your dad.
“Drink up. Tonight is going to be one hell of a night.” Joe laughed.
An hour has come and passed and it was finally time for the ceremony to begin.
“Are you ready?” You whispered, handing Mary her bouquet.
“I’m nervous, but I’m so excited.” She smiled. “I’m going to marry my best friend.”
You let out a soft giggle as you squeezed her hand. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The song ‘A Thousand Years’ began to play, motioning for you to get into your places.
The doors swung open and it was time to walk down the aisle.
The bridesmaids made their way down, and you felt your stomach churn as it was now your turn. You hated being center of attention. Even though it would only be for a short moment, you were still nervous.
But as you started down, you looked up and met Jared’s caramel brown eyes. He kept you at ease.
He was mesmerized as you walked closer. The way your hair laid over your shoulders to the dress that hugged your torso and flowed down. You were beautiful. And Jared couldn’t tear his gaze away.
“You look amazing.” He mouthed.
Blood rushed up to your cheeks, as a faint smile formed on your lips.
Having him there made everything seem easy. For months, you were nervous about today. Worried about your family and the constant questions about why you were still single and when it would be your turn to get married.
You couldn’t be more thankful to have your best friend with you.
As you were up with the other bridesmaids, your sister stepped out. All eyes were on her, except Jareds. He kept his gaze on you.
You were flustered, blushing so much, you could feel the heat radiate off you.
“Turn around.” You mouthed.
“You’re beautiful.” He smiled.
You shook your head, chuckling to yourself as you both went back and forth. It lasted until Mary made her way down and was now standing beside the man she was going to marry.
Everything was so beautiful, breathtaking, and yet Jared wasn’t able to focus on anything or anyone but you.
He watched you smile, laugh, and even cry a bit. And though he tried to pay attention to the bride and groom, he couldn’t help but think that someday, he wanted nothing more than to be up there, with you right there next to him.
Alec heaved a theatrical sigh, shrugged, and led the way up the stairs. He unlocked the door to Magnus’s
apartment using a thin silver key, which he tucked back
into the breast pocket of his jacket the moment he’d
nished, as if he hoped to keep his companions from
What—” Alec began, and broke of as Magnus
laughed. “That’s not funny.”
“You’re so easy to tease.” (Magnus)
keeping him in sight
Magnus was watching Alec out of the
corner of his eye while Alec stared o into the middle
Comforting his nerves
“Maybe he meant me,” said Alec. Everyone looked at
him in surprise. Alec so rarely made jokes. He smiled
nervously. “Sorry,” he said. “Nerves.”
“There’s no need for that,” said Magnus, reaching to
touch Alec’s shoulder. Alec moved quickly out of range,
and Magnus’s outstretched hand fell to his side.
“I know who you are, but…” Maia looked dazed. “You
look so … so … shiny.”
Alec made a noise that sounded very much like a
laugh stifled by a cough as Magnus’s thin hands wove a
shimmering blue curtain of magic around the werewolf
Jace talking about the couple
Jace had listened to this short speech with a smolder
of fury sparking his amber eyes to gold. “No,” he said
now, “but you are the only warlock we know who
happens to be dating a friend of ours.”
For a moment everyone stared at him—Alec in sheer
horror, Magnus in astonished anger, and Clary and Simon
in surprise. It was Alec who spoke first, his voice
shaking. “Why would you say something like that?”
Jace looked baffled. “Something like what?”
“That I’m dating—that we’re—it’s not true,” Alec said,
his voice rising and dropping several octaves as he
fought to control it.
Jace looked at him steadily. “I didn’t say he was dating
you,” he said, “but funny that you knew just what I
meant, isn’t it?”
“We’re not dating,” Alec said again.
“Oh?” Magnus said. “So you’re just that friendly with
everybody, is that it?”
“Magnus.” Alec stared imploringly at the warlock.
Magnus, however, it seemed, had had enough. He
crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in
silence, regarding the scene before him with slitted eyes.
Magnus keeping quiet for Alec’s sake
She was thinking of Simon, leaving
for a house that no longer felt like home to him, of the
despair in Jace’s voice as he said I want to hate you, and
of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not
want Jace to know about his relationship because he
was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction
it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud,
to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he
hadn’t said them—had let Alec go on lying and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that.
Awww eyes for one
“Yes,” Magnus said, tearing his eyes away from Alec
long enough to scowl.
When he’s happy Alec wasnt with Jace
“Where were you all night, anyway?” Magnus asked,
his voice sour. “With Alec?”
“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk,” Jace said.
“When I got back, I bumped into this sad bastard
mooning around the porch.” He pointed at Alec.
Magnus brightened. “Were you there all night?” he
Magnus knows its his future parents-in-law
and Isabelle’s father.
Magnus’s head went up with a snap.
Magnus protecting his boy under the influence
Words seemed to be pouring out of Alec
in a torrent, while his parents looked on in confusion.
Isabelle and Magnus were staring at him with
expressions of nearly identical astonishment. “I’m seeing
a Downworlder. In fact, I’m seeing a war—”
Magnus’s fingers moved, quick as a ash of light, in
Alec’s direction. There was a faint shimmer in the air
around Alec—his eyes rolled up—and he dropped to the
floor, felled like a tree.
after ‘sobering’ up, still protecting his ass
“I mean, I’m not seeing anyone.
And it’s not important. Or it wouldn’t be if I was seeing
someone, which I’m not.”
Magnus looked at him as if he were an idiot. “Alec’s
been delirious,” he said. “Side effect of some demon
toxins. Most unfortunate, but he’ll be fine soon.”
“He’ll come,” she
said. “If he told Alec he was coming, he’ll do it.”
Magnus Bane was sitting opposite him, regarding
him with amber cat’s eyes that glowed in the dark.
His teeth began to chatter. “What—what happened?”
“You tried to drink the East River,” Magnus said, and
Alec saw, as if for the first time, that Magnus’s clothes
were soaking wet too, sticking to his body like a dark
second skin. “I pulled you out.”
reached out to touch Alec’s head. “You, on the other
hand, might have a concussion.”
Aww my babies fighting kinda
“I know you
don’t have to help us out—it’s a favor—”
“Stop. I don’t do you favors, Alec. I do things for you
because—well, why do you think I do them?”
Sam looked up from his laptop, eyebrows raised at Dean. “What? Did you talk to her parents or something?”
“Her parents, her cousins -”
“To be fair, she did say she was spending the week with them,” Cas said, shrugging at Sam who sighed.
“And?” Sam said.
“And nobody knows where she is,” Dean said, “Didn’t she show up? Oh no, she did!” he mocked, pitch so high Sam had to suppress a laugh, “But I don’t know, darlin’, she’s gotta be somewhere.” He scoffed. “No shit.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “You know,” he said, “We can still go on that hunt without her -”
“Well, I don’t want to,” Dean said, “Neither does he. And neither do you. And when has she ever fallen off the grid like that, huh?”
Sam grimaced, clicking away at the keyboard.
“…and you know what, Sam? None of this would be happening if you didn’t bump into her that night anyway,” Dean grumbled, “So if you have anything to say about me and Cas being willing to drop the hunt to find her, just remember it’s your own goddamn fault,” he said, “You and your stupid way of finding sisters I never even wanted -”
“Technically, Charlie was Frank Devereux’s fault, not mine. And -”
“How was Charlie a fault?” Cas asked, “Why would you call her that?”
“I didn’t mean -”
“No, you tracked the hard drive and you found her apartment -” Dean started.
“You never did tell me how you met Charlie,” Cas said.
“If you two would just shut up for one goddamn second,” Sam snapped, “I found her phone. Or at least, the last place her phone was active.”
Cas stood up, ready to go, while Dean just scowled.
“What?” Sam asked, “I found her, didn’t I? Now are we going, or what?”
Tucker sidled up next to her. He had on an eyepatch with a mechanical eye glued onto it, which roved around independent of his other eye. His left arm was covered in cardboard that he had spray painted silver to make it resemble a robotic arm. “Guess what I am,” he challenged, chest puffed out all proud.
Sam eyed him up and down, noting he had even drawn little screws into each of the fake metal plates. “A cross between Mad Eye Moody and Ironman,” she guessed.
Tucker paused. “What? No!” He waved his hands and then gestured at his whole costume up and down, shooting her an incredulous look. “No. I’m Cyborg. From the Justice League? …Teen Titans? C’mon.”
Sam shrugged, unfamiliar.
“I’m wearing a costume too,” Sam stated in a monotone voice. She leaned against the locker, spark in her eye.
“Oh yeah?” Tucker raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, and crossed his arms. His eye darted around her outfit, which, was the same as the outfit she wore yesterday. “Fine. I’ll bite. What are you?”
Sam slammed her locker shut and turned her head to the side. Her lip curled into a dark smirk. “I’m an advanced Artificial Intelligence unit from the future. I’ve been sent back in time to ensure that humanity invents my robotic ancestors,” Sam told him, voice low and serious like she was telling him some sort of Matrix-level conspiracy. “I am SAAM. Self Aware AutoMatron. And I’m not the only one of my kind at this school. Although, trying to identify another SAAM unit is impossible.” Sam leaned in and winked slowly. “We look just like everybody else.”
Tucker’s one eye expanded, bug-like. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
You opened your eyes slowly and were met with Damon’s never-ending blue eyes, you smirked at him sleepily, “Morning.”
“Good morning.” Damon greeted, returning my lazy smirk, at some point last night after you’d fallen asleep he had gotten dressed.
“You put clothes on.” You moaned, nuzzling into his chest.
“Oh I know,” Damon matched your sulky tone and stroked your hair, “But I’ve got things I have to do today; attend a pageant, accept an award, conduct an interrogation about mass murder…” He trailed off and you groaned.
“Oh the pageant, do we have to go?”
“Unless you want Saint Stefan to come down on us again.” Damon shrugged.
You sighed in frustration and rolled off of Damon’s chest, leaning to your bedside table and picking up your pack of cigarettes, lighting it and sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled.
“I hate pageants,” You said as you exhaled the smoke, filling the silence, “The stupid speeches, girls fighting over some banner.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re a newbie, and newbie’s get hungry easily.” Damon supplied, “We’ll just have a bite to eat before we go.”
“That’s not for a few hours,” You took another drag off the cigarette and smirked suggestively, “We could stay here for a bit, turn our phones off until Caroline or Elena turn up to personally drag us there.”
Damon grinned widely, showing his teeth, “Hmm sounds like a plan,” He said, sitting up and putting his hands behind his head. You finished your cigarette and stubbed it out on the ashtray you kept on your bedside table.
You ran a hand through your hair and dragged it tiredly down your face, stopping at your jaw thoughtfully as you considered the last time you had fed.
You didn’t regret being in that car with Elena and your twin brother, Matt that night, you didn’t remember much of the crash, you remembered the cries of shock as the car went over, you remembered banging your head painfully on the roof of the car before losing consciousness.
“What are you thinking about?” Damon’s question snapped you back to reality and you smiled.
“I was thinking about the last time I’d fed, actually.” You answered guiltily.
“Liar,” Damon smirked, “You know you were dreaming about me, explains the drool.” You rolled your eyes at his joke and licked your lips, “I’ve got blood bags in the fridge downstairs, don’t worry about it.” He assured me seriously, stroking my cheek affectionately.
“Mmm,” You smiled, “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”
“Yes, but only when you want something from me.” Damon teased, kissing up and down your jaw.
“Shut up.” You argued playfully as Damon pushed you back onto the bed.