~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mornings were always the best part of my day, because that first moment that she walked through the doors never ceased to make me go weak an the knees. The way she moved so full of confidence was enough to that to any man. Every morning just like clockwork she sauntered her way through the doors at 8;00.
As I watched the doors to her office close I stood from my desk addressing my suit to make sure everything is in order before moving to grab her stack of case files and the coffee I had made a few minuets prior.
Walking through the door my senses are immediately filled with her, the soft smell of black cherry from the candle she often had burning invading my nose instantly calming my rapid heartbeat
“Good morning Dean. Have a nice weekend?” She greeted me with a friendly smile
“ Yeah my brother and I went to see a game Saturday. Did you do anything this weekend?” I ask in return
“Oh you know me, just the usual. So what do we have for this today?” She asked effectively changing the subject
“Well today you have a Mr. Novak called and said he’d be stopping in to have you look over his case before he takes it to judge Shurley ,a 10:00 meeting with the DA ,at 1:00 lunch with the governor, she said she had something important to talk to you about , and by the time you get back from that the Peterson file should be here for you to get started on.” I read off her schedule from my note pad
“ Ok well notify me when he gets here and call in Sam to help with the Peterson case please.” She asks making little notes in her planer
“Yes ma’am I’ll call him now” I say as I get up and head back towards my desk
I had just finished my phone call with Sam when cas walked through the door, looking smug as ever.
“I have some business to discus with Y/N so if you’d kindly tell her I’m here.” He said starring down at me
“Y/N, Cas is here to see you now.” I said over the intercom
“ Ok thank you send him in” she responded as I waved him in
~~~~~~~ readers Pov
“ Good morning Y/N, I hope you had a nice weekend?” Cas asks as he walks through my office door making me wish I had passed our most junior partner on to someone else for his training
“Yes Cas I did but lets get to work because I have quite a busy schedule today. Now do you have your opening statements, witness testimonials, hospital records and police reports gathered?” I question as I read off the basics he should have
“Yep I have them all right here.” he says as he hands me file after file of crumpled , dogeared, coffee stained paper
“Ok for starters you can not go into a courtroom with your paperwork in this condition, so once I’m done looking this over you will have to straiten them out, redo them or something because no one will take you serious if they look like this. Now lets see how the actual case holds up.” I say as I begin to look through it all. After about 45 minutes I finally finish “ Well Cas it seems pretty strait forward, I think you should be fine.” I say handing him his papers back and walking him out the door
“Thank you Y/N, would you let me repay you by treating you to lunch?” He asks biting his lower lip awaiting my answer
“ Sorry but I can’t, I have lunch with the Governor so I’m going to have to decline.” I say trying to let him down as easy as I could, truth was I wasn’t looking for any sort of relationship at the moment and even if I was Cas just didn’t fit into what I would be looking for.
“ Ok well at least let me walk you to the lobby?” hes asks still hopeful
“I suppose so but I have to hurry or I’ll be late for my meeting with the DA .” I give in
Just as I head back to my office to grab my purse I hear Dean abruptly stand up from his chair saying something about going to pick up the case files himself.
All three of us shuffled into the elevator and I pretended to busy myself on my phone as Cas continued to make apparently unwanted advances toward Y/N and I couldn’t stop the tightening in my chest every time he pointed out an aspect of her beauty, even though I wholeheartedly agreed with everything he said it still hurt to hear those words being directed at her and I wasn’t the one saying them, I wasn’t the one telling her how beautiful she looks , how her eyes shine when she laughs ,the way I love how adorable she looks when she picks at her bracelet when she gets nervous or uncomfortable, just the way she was doing now. Knowing I had to do something to help her in the situation I quickly bring her attention to me “Y/N when was the last time you met with the Governor? Because I don’t remember ever seeing a call from her.”
“I’ve never had lunch with her before but I did advise on the case when her niece was kidnapped to help make sure they were prosecuted with the maximum penalty, but that’s the only way I know her.” She answers just as the elevator stops at cas’s floor I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch the doors close behind him, but I suddenly become all to aware of the confined space we’re in and feel my palms begin to sweat, no woman has ever had the effects on me that she has and we’re just sharing an elevator. A few seconds pass before she brakes the silence “ Dean after my meeting I’m going to lunch so you might as well get yours while you’re out too, and I might not be back till after 2:00ish so if Sam gets here before I get back just have him get started without me”
“Yes ma’am I’ll tell him.” I say as I pocket my phone
“Dean don’t you think after three years you can call me by my name?” she asks with a slight chuckle.
“ Sorry, I’ll try to remember that” I say knowing full well I can’t. The truth is I would love nothing more than to feel her name roll off of my tongue but the day I start that I know will be the day it never stops falling from my lips like a prayer, wishing for it to be whispered in the most intimate of ways with our bodies tangled together. pushing and pulling till the only words each of us can think of is each others names. But I also know this is my job and I need to be professional and bury my feelings no matter how difficult that might be. Neither of us says anything else as we reach the lobby and go our separate ways
I returned to find Dean’s desk empty, assuming that he must still be gone I make my way to the spare office we have for consulting partners to see if Sam arrived. As I make my way down the corridor I hear faint voices coming from the room, coming closer I recognize them to be Sam and Dean, hovering by the door I overhear the tail end of their conversation
“ Dude, you can’t just keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for her. You’re going to have to say something sooner or later so why not make it sooner?” Sam asks
“Yeah but it’s just not that simple, she’s different, she’s special, if she didn’t feel the same way it would destroy me, I know it would.”Dean responds making you feel like the air had been knocked out of your lungs, did he really finally have someone? Of coarse he did, no way he was even interested in you let alone going to set around waiting on your stupid ass. You were only his boss, nothing more, never anything more. You think to yourself Quickly composing yourself you open the door effectively ending their conversation and the shattering of your heart. They both turn and look your way as the door swings open
“ Good afternoon gentlemen, I trust you’re ready to get down to business?” you ask pushing the hurt in your heart to the back of your mind Dean returns to his desk as you and Sam begin the monumental task of preparing for the upcoming trial, 45 minuets pass before either of you speak “ So I hear you had lunch with the governor, what was that all about?” Sam asks
“ She invited me to a party as a thank you for helping we her niece.” you answer not looking up from the work in front of you
“ Are you going to go?” Sam asks
“I’m not sure,she told me I had to bring a date so I might not go.” you say
“ And why is that such a deal breaker?”Sam questions
“Well because I don’t really have anyone to go with and it’s kind of embarrassing to show up without one after she told me to bring someone.” you confess
“Yeah I guess that makes sense” Sam says
“Hey I don’t suppose you’d be willing to be my date?” you ask hopeful what you didn’t know however was Dean had just approached the door and heard as you asked his own brother, the one he had trusted with his most personal feelings to be your date. Feeling angry and quite frankly betrayed he storms out of the office wanting to be anywhere but there
~~ Dean’s POV
I can’t believe that of all people she chose him, why did it have to be Sam? I ask myself as I set down at the bar just down the street. After about six shots my brain has fogged enough that it would be a good idea to call Sam
“Dean? Do you need something?” he answers after three rings
“Yeah, I want to know if Jess knows.” I slur slightly in to the phone
“ If Jess knows what? Where are you and why do you sound like you’ve been drinking?” Sam asks
“That you’re going on a date with Y/N, and I sound like I’ve been drinking because I am drinking” I say as I order another round
“Dean where are you, I’m coming to get you.” Sam
“I’m at a bar down the street, but I don’t want to see you” I say before hanging up
Sam arrives about 20 minutes later “ Dean what are you doing here?” Sam asks
“I’m drinking what’s it look like I’m doing?” I bite at Sam
“I can see you’re drinking but what I don’t know is why.” Sam prods
“ You really don’t know? Did you even hear her ask YOU out?” I ask razing my voice slightly
“That’s what this is about? Dean just sober up and go talk to her, this is not my place to explain but I can assure you she’s not interested in me” Sam says taking my remaining shots away and ordering a black coffee
Back at the office I return to my desk I try to avoid Y/N as much as possible till I hear the familiar sound of the intercom and then her voice comes through asking me to com to her office. I walk through the door fully expecting to be fired but instead she asks me to sit in a voice so calming it gives me chills.
“ Dean, umm I was wondering if you were free this Saturday? You see the Governor has invited me to a party and I was hopping you’d be my date?” She asks looking at me with eyes full of hope and what appears to be a hint of fear
“I’d love to “I answer probably to quickly but can’t seem to care
“Ok great, we can meet here after work. It’s formal so if you don’t have a tux you’ll have to get one.” she asks
“I have one, I’m not sure if it still fits but I’ll find out tonight.” I answer
By the time Saturday came around I could barely contain my excitement, I knew that I was only her date because she didn’t have anyone else but it still brought me a sense of pride to know that I get to be the person on her arm for the night. Hopefully tonight will be the night I grow some balls and just tell her how I feel like Sam keeps telling me to.
The moment of truth finally arrives as she walks though her office door and for the first time in my life I am completely and utterly rendered speechless.
She’s always beautiful but tonight something is so different about the way she carries herself that makes her seem even more like a goddess. The way her dress clings to her in all right ways is making my throat go dry, I want to say something, tell her how gorgeous she looks, anything but my mouth doesn’t seem to be connected to my brain any longer, all I can do is stand there and stare like an idiot
“ I’m afraid that I should have chosen a better dress if I’d have known you were going to look this good Dean “ she says to me and I can’t help the smile that makes it’s way to my face
“ No you look stunning , I don’t think you could have picked a better dress
“ Thank you Dean, are you ready to go?” she ask pointing to the doors with a jerk of her head
Walking through the doors I’m amazed at the beauty of the decorated room even though that can not compare to the man standing next to me, heads start to turn from every direction I know it’s because they’re just as mesmerized by his beauty as I am.
Mingling with people has never been something I enjoyed but this is a whole new ball park, rich snobby people who don’t care about the answers to the questions they just asked and only want to hear themselves speak while simultaneously managing to brag about their pathetic lives are the very definition of torture. Not to say that my life is any better but at least I don’t force people I don’t know who don’t care to listen to my life story. It all goes pretty well till I spot Zach my ex-boyfriend. The relationship had ended very badly eventually forcing me to move across the country just to get away. “Dean see that guy over there?” You ask with a shake of your head
“Yeah what about him?” He asks
“He’s dangerous so let’s try and keep our distance.” I answer trying to hide my face from his view but failing because he starts moving your way after giving a slight wave “Oh fuck!! He saw me, Dean we have to make him think we’re together so he’ll leave me alone, please?” I beg
“Y/N!! What are you doing here?” Zach all but yells still as loud as ever
Putting on a fake smile I respond “ I am here be special invite by the governor, what are you doing here?”
“ Well my dad thought I should get out with a different crowd so he got me invited, I do have to say however that you are the last person I thought I’d see tonight. So what have you been up to, and who is this with you?” he asks prolonging the unbearable conversation even longer
“I’m now a partner in a very big law firm here in the city and this is Dean he’s my…” You don’t get to finish before Dean butts in “Fiance, we’re getting married next year”
“Oh well a whole year before the wedding huh, who knows what could happen between now and then.” he says with a sickening wink before walking way to terrorize someone else
“OK lets get you a drink” Dean says before walking you to the bar
After about an hour more of the awful party you begin to feel slightly tipsy but still having enough sense to know you need to leave before you make a scene
“Dean I think you better take me home” she slurred while clinging to my arm fro support
By the time I had gotten Y/N to her place she had fallen asleep in the car so I took her in and gently placed her in her bed before leaving to make coffee. It isn’t long before she stumbles out into the kitchen somehow having taken off her dress and just wondering around in her bra and panties
“The dress was to uncomfortable to sleep in, I didn’t know you were still here I figured you would have left by now. I would like to say thank you for what you did tonight with my ex, that means a lot to me.” she said looking slightly ashamed
“No I was going to stay and make sure you were alright, and as far as that dickwad goes it was no big dean. I even enjoyed playing your fiance. I made some coffee if you want some?” I ask holding up an empty cup
“ I’d love some, thank you.”she answered, taking the cup I poured her. After taking a sip she moves to stand in front of me, looking me up and down her gaze stops on my bow-tie. She reaches up and unties it
“You must be uncomfortable in all these clothes, I could help you out of them if you want.” she half whispers as she moves her hands to push my suit coat from my shoulders
“It doesn’t matter if I’d want you to or not, you’re drunk and my boss so we can’t do that.” I say removing her hands from the buttons of my shirt
“Dean I’m not that drunk, I know exactly what I’m doing and there is nothing against office romances in the company. This is embarrassing I’m sorry I read this wrong, I’ll be back in my room feel free to make yourself at home.” She says sounding defeated as she turns to leave the room
“Y/N wait, it’s not that I don’t want it because lord knows I do but it just feels so wrong. Are you sure we won’t get fired for this?” I ask moving closer to her
“ I’m a lawyer and you’re my assistant, there’s nothing that could be jeopardized by us being in a relationship and it’s not like either of us have a partner so I don’t see why it would feel wrong.” she reasons with me.
Reaching out to gently cup her face and pull her to me, I stop a few inches from her lips to let her close the gap and make sure she wants this as much as I do. When she finally does and her lips feel better than I had dreamed about plump and soft moving against mine, and she definitely knows what she’s doing sucking and nibbling at all the right moments. Suddenly needing to feel move of her I move her till her back is against the wall an I can’t help move my hands across her body feeling anything and everything I can, moving her leg to my hip so I can press against her more fully
Our bodies move unison like this is where they have been made to be. I grab the backs of her thighs lifting her and carrying her the remaining space to her bed, I lay her down gently on the bed before standing and begin to unbuttoning and removing my shirt and pants.
“Are you absolutely sure about this?” I ask looking down at her propped up on her elbows. I watch as she moves to stand on her knees and crawl to me before pulling my lips to hers once again “ Does that answer your question or do you still need more convincing” she says with a smirk as her hands rest at the base of my neck
Slowly I move my hands up her back till I reach her bra, undoing it and letting it drop. “If you only knew how many times I had actualy dreamed of doing this”I say as I allow my eyes to greedily take in as much of her now exposed skin as I can
“Just what exactly did you do in these dreams?” her smirk returning as she asks
“Well how about I show you instead of telling you?” I say as I move her to lay on the bed before hovering over her Starting at her lips I begin to kiss my way across her body, slightly scraping my teeth over the sensitive flesh every now and then making her push herself more against me. As I reach her breast I suck one of the hardened nubs into my mouth tugging with just the right amount of tension to make her a moaning mess beneath me as I softly kneed the other with my hand. After giving each breast equal treatment I continue my path down her stomach sucking matching marks into her hips. Placing a brief kiss to her lace covered mound before moving on to her legs as she lets out a whine realizing she won’t be getting relief anytime soon. After making my way down and back up her legs I finally hook my thumbs into the waist of her panties and pull them down and off her ankles. Licking a broad strip across her folds before circling her clit and giving it a hard suck, moving my tongue down to thrust shallowly into her just enough to tease but not give any relief
Of all the daydreams I had let my mind entertain this was better than I could have imagined, Dean knew just exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasure between his tongue, his lips and the way his fingers were working I was on the edge of pure bliss within minutes, but just before that moment he pulls away causing a whine to escape my lips. Lining himself up with my entrance teasing my yet again before thrusting in all at once, giving me a moment to adjust he kisses me again this time with more ferocity, all tongue and teeth but an underlined amount of love and lust mixed in and it was perfection. Slowly he begins thrusting, gradually going harder and deeper burying his face in my neck as he pounds into me
“Dean I’m gonna cum!” I moan out
“Me too sweetheart, just hold on a little longer.” he grunts as he’s unwavering in his pace “Are you ready, I want you to cum with me?” he ask
After twisting his hips slightly and giving a couple particularly hard thrusts he has me cumming with a shout of his name, my walls clenching tightly around his length causing him to spurt hot ropes of his seed deep within me as he bites into my shoulder. Collapsing in a painting mess on top of me he tries to regain control of his breathing
“Can I ask you a question?” I ask holding him in your arms
“Anything, what is it?” he asks concerned leaning back to look at me
“ I just wanted to know if you want this to be a one time thing, a relationship or a friends with benefits kinda thing?” I ask holding my breath in anticipation
“I have wanted you for so long I don’t want this to just be a one night thing but if that’s what you want I’m ok with that” he answers, relief flooding through me at the thought that we may have a chance
“This right here with you is exactly what I’ve always wanted, and I don’t mean just friends with benefits, I want you all of you and I want you as mine” I confess
“I have known from the moment I first laid eyes on you that I’d never look at another woman the same way and I really want to try and make this work with you too” he responds as his fingers trail over the still tingling mark on my shoulder
“We can talk more about this in the morning but for now sleep” I say placing a gentle peck to his lips
concept: after high school, me and my best friend pack our bags, met up and watch the stars on the big hill. we are content, we are happy but also slightly nervous as we head into our futures together. i think about the note i left my mother and i think about what i might say when i call her. we leave before the sun comes up and go to the walmart where we left the car we bought we put our stuff in and start driving. we go everywhere, calling home every two weeks, eating shitty food, and sleeping in motels. the only money we have is what we saved up and stuff we earned from odd jobs along the way. we look for crypitds, look at landmarks. we pick up a stray dog and call it mothman for the soul purpose of saying we found mothman. eventually, we become each other’s home.
I want to write johnlock but don't know where to start. I kind of want to write Granada holmes johnlock. I have read the canon and seen the show a dozen or more times. What advice do you have
I want to make a separate tumblr for my johnlock Fic
I think you are the same anon? or at least have similar queries.
If you wanna write. You have to start somewhere. It’s not a definite place. Start small or big whatever you want. Truth here. You won’t get much kudos or hits at first if you post on ao3. You won’t get much notes first if you start here on tumblr. But the more you write, the things will increase. Tag some people when you post. It will be a little disappointing at first. But it will get better. :) If you have any more questions, dm me.
Hi honey !! Could you please make a post on how you decorate your pages? They look so colorful and I'd like to have some ideas on how to do it (I'm so tired of my notes being only black/blue ink) so I can beat my lack of creativity please !!
Plot: Dean tells Sam that Y/N isn’t the type to take risks, not knowing that you hear him. You take his words and prove that there’s more to you than meets the eyes.
Pairing: Dean X reader
Word count: 1852
Warnings: heated/hot/sexual/intimate scenes, gif and video aren’t mine. Sorry if I missed anything!
Authors note: ok so this is my first imagine that is includes very descriptive sexual scenes. Big thanks to @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname for encouraging me to post this and reading it for me! It’s inspired by What you do to me by Don Broco and if anyone remembers The Secret Circle, it’s based off Adam and Diana’s scene involving whipped cream. Hope you all enjoy :)
Tagged: @imnotlikeyou0214 (if anyone wants tagging in my imagines, please let me know so you don’t miss out on my posts!)
So, i’ve honestly been very anxious posting this, mostly because i kept messing up on this and it took so long to do and get everything together. But finally, here is my finished fanart for Jack and the 8.4 million people who are here in the community.
More specifically, about 600 of those here on tumblr are included, all in little septic-eye form coming all together to spread the love and fun that is always present around here. Seriously, you are all way too nice sometimes. Even when i was still fairly new to Jack’s channel, which will be almost a year next month, you guys were so welcoming. And when i had posted about this idea back before new year’s (which i’m very sorry about again for such a long wait), so many people helped out and supported it, that it honestly really astounded me.
All of you guys are just so awesome to me, and i wish this could’ve come out better than it did tbh. i hope at least my appreciation for the community that we all formed around Jack kinda shows through the drawing. It took a while, but i guess i did have fun doing it! Plus as i went through each username, i started to recognize people in the tag a whole lot more, which was pretty cool too.
So thank you everyone, for just being here in the community. And of course, thank you Jack for doing what you do, and always being active in supporting us back. <3
I know you changed from slybooby so I was wondering if its okay to ask if what papa-chrom said was actually true?
Yes what halley aka papa-chrom is true. I was recently given the link to the post when a friend saw it and notified me. I already made amends??? with koujackie but I guess it’s fine so I’ll just clarify some things up while im here
The ‘hate’ i got wasn’t exactly clear. Here’s what essentially happened.
I got really upset one night because of the whole changing Aoba to female but keeping one of the boyfriends male thing. It just really felt gross to me meaning it gave me a lot of anxiety of my own gender, and I had explained this in asks I received after posting it. It was mostly about just making her completely cis female and changing his personality to be more 'femine’ it just bugged me and a lot of friends so I said something about it. However, when I went to draft it, it got queued instead by accident. Keep in mind I was sick with the flu at the time and it was very late.
When it posted, a few bloggers, who shall remain nameless, started?? i wouldnt really call it arguing but more of disagreeing with the whole thing.
After awhile their follwers started attacking me so I deleted most of them. However they went of sprees of posting things that Koujackie reblogged among others, giving me an anxiety attack.
At that point I just wanted it to end. So I went to koujackie for help since she was one of the main people reblogging that sort of thing from those bloggers, and simply asked her to start tagging them because I added their urls to my tagsaver + blacklist, ect… and just wanted to be done with it, and seeing them gave me anxiety for that time. Note i never asked her to stop being friends with them or any sort. Just to simply tag what she reblogged from them so I wouldn’t see it.
After she said okay, I got more hate because one of the bloggers had posted basically the thing I told Koujackie. Which is a big no no to honestly do, and did not even look to see what was being said or going on, or even try to intervene people attacking me, or others attacking me about my dysphoria + depression, aka a minor with serious ptsd and suicidal/self harm tendencies because of those things at the time. All I had let her know I had at some point or another.
After that was done I gave up and deleted my blog and remade this one. However after they found out who I was, people still attacked me saying it was 'unfair’ for me to stop being friends with her for no reason because I didn’t publicly say why.
Yo guys! I haven’t done a commission run in a really long time;, but over the past month, I’ve moved from California to Washington, started a new job and had all that great stuff going on! The NEEDING of a new job was a REALLY big surprise, and I am lucky I got it rolling, now, but I could definitely use a bit of extra income to keep my feet on the ground. So for the occasion, I have updated my commission prices and examples!
My email is at raccoonkay (at) gmail dot com, and you can email me with the topic of “commissions” for requests of availability. If you have any questions or want to see what else I can do, feel free to send them to the email OR note me if you just want to ask a quick question; there are also examples of what I draw all over my art tag and tumblr, here!
I don’t have “slots” or “openings” because I’m not anticipating getting a LOT of takers, but I thought I’d at least set this up and I will update / reblog the post with the new information if I become UNavailable.
BIG THANKS even if all people do is read this through and wish me well, and back at’cha!
Since I’ve been a little on the inactive side lately, I want to try and set up a little contest. So, when I hit one thousand followers, the contest will start.
* You gotta have a cat to participate. Or your friend has to have a cat. What you’ll do is submit me a picture of this cat, labled ‘Cat-test’, I’ll set aside a day to post the pictures. (For anyone who doesn’t want to see a flood of cats, I’ll be tagging it ‘Cattest’)
* To win, you have to get the most notes on your submission. You’re welcome to like&reblog your own submission, but you can only reblog your submission three times.
* You can start submitting your cats anytime after you see this post, until I say otherwise.
Big excitement? The top three will be promo’d on my blog for three days, and have their cats viewed and adored by others.
And shitty cat edits if you’re interested.
But the knowledge that your cat wins is pretty cool too, right?