Summary:Jensen films in Vancouver, his wife Ava films in Atlanta.Living and working in different countries is hard but the reunions are definitely worth it!
Characters:Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Madeleine (Maddie) Ackles (mentioned).
A/N:Text in italicsare internal thoughts. As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy, like, reblog, comment, give feedback – all would be appreciated!
She licked and kissed her way up his body, paying extra attention to his neck until finally, she reached his lips and kissed him passionately. One of his hands caressed her side and back, the other settling on the back of her neck and squeezing gently. She pulled away from his lips and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and up his cheek. “Tell me what you need, baby,” she purred into his ear, lightly biting on his lobe, and smiling as his abdominal muscles twitched under her thighs.
“Ride me. Slowly,” he groaned.
“From the front or back?” She asked before lowering her head back down and sucking at the soft spot on his collarbone.
“Uhh, fuck!” His hips bucked up, looking for some much needed friction. “Front, Princess. I need to see you when you come!” He growled.
Raising her hips, she reached a hand between her legs and gently grasped his solid member placing it at her entrance, slowly sliding him inside her, both moaning the entire time. When she bottomed out, her hands skimmed slowly up his torso and chest before curling around those broad shoulders she loved so much and gripped gently to keep her balance. Jensen’s hands caressed her knees before sliding up her thighs, over her hips and coming to a stop on her waist. He tightened his hold on her when she began rocking her hips lazily up and down his length.
“Shit, Jensen! It feels so good!” Ava gasped as she set herself a slow and sensual pace.
Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
Summary:Since her Mom walked out on them, Jared has been losing control of his bratty, promiscuous daughter, Y/N. When she fails her senior year and can’t graduate high school, Jared’s best friend, Jensen, offers Y/N a place at his private all girls boarding school, promising her father he’ll discipline her and improve her grades. But Y/N doesn’t go down without a fight, and Jensen’s methods of getting Y/N’s grades up take an interesting turn.
Pairing:Principal!Jensen x Bratty Student!Reader || With scenes of… JDM x Reader // JJ Julius Son x Reader // Reader x Other
Series Warnings/Tags: Age gap (Reader will be 18/19, Jensen will be 43), inappropriate relationship, teasing, flirting, seduction, daddy kink, spanking, caning, smut, role playing, taboo relationship – each chapter will be tagged individually
A/Ns:The aim of this game is to overload you with smut, pull you back from the edge with a healthy dollop of angst, drop in some taboo and teacher kink, and finish you off with a nice helping of the visual of Jensen Ackles in a suit, putting a bratty school girl in her place… enjoy…
Title: Replay Life - S10E14 The Executioner’s Song Summary: As they settle into another night of Supernatural, they are both surprised to find that one episode is a favorite for them both. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: None Pairing: None Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 2504 A/N:
Jensen spent most of the following week working on a special project for (Y/N) and then continuing their rewatch in the evenings. He finally finished his project, walking upstairs he found (Y/N) dishing out some Chinese takeout in the kitchen.
“Hey pretty girl, it smells good in here.”
She chuckled, “You can thank A Taste of China for this wonderful dinner.”
Jensen pulled the end of her shirt up, wiping his face as she turned around. For a moment tension filled silence filled the space between. Her wide eyes traveled down his body stopping where his stomach was showing. Her bottom lip disappeared beneath her teeth before slightly shaking her head.
“I’ll go get cleaned up and then we can watch Supernatural.”
(Y/N) shook her head slightly, “S-Sounds good…”
He turned away from her, pulling his shirt off. A grin splitting across his face as he heard her gasp softly then growl. Jensen was thankful for their playful banter and teasing being back, but knew payback would be a complete bitch. He quickly took a shower and wore the buffalo plaid pj pants she had gotten him last Christmas along with a plain black t-shirt.
As he walked downstairs he heard (Y/N) giggling, “What’s so funny?”
She stood up having the same pj bottoms on, “We’re twinsies!”
“Except you look way better in your pjs.”
This was true, (Y/N)’s pj pants were snuggled around her ass and she had on a black tank top that showed off her beautiful breasts. Suddenly, Jensen found himself wishing he had worn jeans to keep his obvious reaction from being noticed. Yes, payback was definitely being a bitch right now.
Tonight, they were at the midway point of season ten. Other than the purgatory story arc, Jensen loved the Mark of Cain story arc. A lot of his favorite moments came from one particular episode that was coming up. As ‘Halt & Catch Fire’ ended, he could see (Y/N) was starting to get tired and he wanted to show her what he had been working on for her all week before they called it a night.
“You wanna stop here?” He asked.
She shook her head, “No, the next episode is one of my favorites and then we can call it a night.”
Jensen smiled, “Okay. I have something to show you afterwards.”
“Hmm, I’m intrigued. Now, shhh. Watch the episode.”
The Impala drove down the road to Polunsky Unit in Livingston, West Virginia.
Dean asked, “The Zodiac?”
“Seven victims.” Sam answered without hesitation.
“Dahmer?” Dean asked, glancing towards his brother.
Again, Sam answered with hesitation, “Seventeen.”
Dean scoffs, “That’s some freaky stuff, man. It’s a whole new side of you.”
“It’s called true crime, Dean. It’s a hobby.”
“No. Bass fishing, needlepoint …that’s a hobby, okay? Collecting serial-killer stats… that’s… that is an illness.” Dean turns the Impala into the prison entrance.
Jensen chuckled, “You and Sammy have so much in common.”
“Hey! True Crime is a hobby and there is nothing wrong with that.” She playfully smacked him with a pillow before returning to her spot on the couch.
She stretched her legs out with her feet resting in his lap. She curled her toes at just the right angle to brush against his dick, awakening it once more. A soft groan rumbled within Jensen’s chest as he readjusted his sitting position.
“You okay?” (Y/N) asked, not looking from the TV.
He narrowed his eyes, studying her face to see if she was playing with him, “I’m fine. My butt is falling asleep.”
(Y/N) moved her feet from his lap and pushed them beneath his butt wiggling her toes against his cheeks, “Does this help?”
The only thing it was helping was the tent growing in his pants especially when her toes slipped towards the crevice of his ass, “Whoa! Hey now, watch it.”
The mischievous smirk on her face gave him the answer from before. She was indeed fucking with him.
Castiel and Cain are standing among the fresh graves as Cain says, “I’ve got time. How’s Dean, by the way? I hear he did good, took Abaddon down. He’s not well?”
“Even with the First Blade hidden, Dean is losing his fight against the Mark. If we don’t find a cure…” Castiel looks away.
“There is no cure. I’m living proof of that. But don’t worry about Dean. I’ll get to him, in due time.”
Castiel slides the angel blade out of his coat sleeve and into his hand.
“Sorry, Castiel. You’re not on my list.” Cain says then disappears.
(Y/N) sat up crossing her legs beneath her, “Alright I gotta ask…”
“Oh boy…” He mumbled, taking a long drink from his beer.
“Did you honestly never play up the whole Dean and Cas thing?”
If it was not (Y/N) asking the question, Jensen would have given his standard answer like he always did. However, she was his most trusted friend and there were no secrets between them.
“No, I never intentionally played Dean as having a thing for Cas.”
She chuckled, “So, your thing for Misha just came out naturally no matter who y’all were playing at the time.”
Panic seized his body as what he believed to be his best kept secret, was revealed so easily. He stared at her in silence as she looked back at the TV. When she glanced back a moment later, his stunned body frozen like a statue, (Y/N) moved to sit beside him.
“What’s wrong? Did you think I didn’t know about your major crush on Mish?”
Jensen shook his head, “I didn’t think anybody knew. I play it off usually, so everyone would be none the wiser.”
“Oh handsome, you couldn’t deny or hide your your feelings for that man if you tried. I mean, the bulk of your fandom are Cockles girls. Including me.” (Y/N) chuckled.
The shame hit him like a tidal wave pushing out all the air from his lungs. His chest burned as he tried to take in a deep breath only for a soft wheezing whistle escaping his lips. Suddenly, (Y/N) was straddling his lap, hugging him tightly to her body.
“Whoa, hey, just breathe in nice and easy for me.” He did as she continued, “Now, breathe out slowly.”
He could feel the panic fading away and wrapped his arms around her, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but what just happened? You never panic like that.”
He swallowed the last bit of shame lodged in his throat, “You know how we grew up and how a man liking another man was perceived. Not that my family would have ever judged anyone for that, but… I don’t know.”
Jensen closed his eyes as her fingers ran through his hair. She pulled his forehead against hers massaging his scalp. His body relaxing completely against the back of the couch.
“No matter what your feelings are, they are valid. Doesn’t matter if they’re for Mish or a beautiful woman. Your feelings are yours to have and express as you see to it.”
His eyes fluttered and opened staring into hers. Without a second thought, he tilted his head and pressed his lips gently to hers.
“Thanks for always having the right words.”
(Y/N) smiled, running her fingers one last time over his hair, “You’re welcome.” She moved off his lap and curled into his side wrapping one arm around his waist.
In the barn, Cain stomps on Dean’s chest, “It’s called the Mark of Cain for a reason. First… first, you’d kill Crowley. There’d be some strange, mixed feelings on that one, but you’d have your reason. You’d get it done, no remorse. And then you’d kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one… that I suspect would hurt something awful. And then!”
Cain lunges to the ground, kneeling over Dean and holding the Blade across his throat. As Cain is talking, Dean sees the knife tucked under his coat.
“Then would come the murder you’d never survive, the one that would finally turn you into as much of a savage as it did me.”
Dean firmly says, “No.”
“Your brother, Sam. The only thing standing between you and that destiny is this Blade. You’re welcome, my son.”
Cain raises his hand to plunge the First Blade into Dean. Dean grabs Cain’s knife from his belt and cuts off Cain’s hand at the wrist, the one holding the First Blade. Blood spurts from his wrist. Cain falls over, grabbing his wrist. Dean gets up and grabs both blades as Cain gets to his knees.
“What’s the matter?” Cain asked, eerily calm.
Dean, frightened and tearfully says, “Tell me I don’t have to do this. Tell me that you’ll stop. Tell me that you can stop!”
Cain confirms what they both already know, “I will never stop.”
Dean walks behind Cain as he lowers his head. He raises his arm up and plunges the First Blade into Cain. Thunder booming in the background. A very bruised Dean walks down the stairs to where Sam, Castiel and Crowley are waiting.
SAM worriedly asks, “Dean?”
“Dean, the Blade.” Crowley interjects holding his hand out.
Dean looks at the blade, walks toward Crowley and then hands the blade to Castiel.
Crowley annoyed, “You lied to me.”
“It’s not the first time today. Cain’s list… you weren’t on it.”
Dean looks at Crowley, and then to Cas. When he looks back Crowley has vanished. Dean collapses onto Sam, who holds him up.
“And that’s when I stabbed Jared in the leg.” He chuckled.
(Y/N) laughed softly with him, “Every time I watch this episode I think of that day. Jared bleeding on set and pushing through the next few takes before finally having to bandage the cut. Him never letting you live it down that you stabbed him.”
“I felt so bad for it happening.” He admitted, “After a week of him continually bringing it up I got over the guilt and threatened to stab him again.”
Dean’s bloody knuckles holding a cup. Dean, who is quite hurt, sits at the kitchen table in the Bunker drinking coffee.
Sam stands by the coffee maker and pours himself a cup, “Dean, um, you know, what you did back there… it was incredible. You know, if you can do that without losing yourself…” Sam sits at the table across from Dean.
“That’s cause for hope, even without a cure.”
Dean is pensive as he speaks, “Yeah. Maybe.”
Castiel walks into the room catching Dean’s attention, “So, where’s the Blade?”
“Somewhere safe.” Castiel answers simply.
“Good. Well, if you guys will excuse me, I think I am gonna go sleep for about four days.” Dean gets up walking towards the entryway where Castiel is standing.
Sam nods, “Of course.”
As Dean passes Castiel he pats him on the shoulder with a small smile before letting it drop when he is in the hallway. Fear flashing across his face.
“How is he? Sam?”
“Cas…” Sam looks as if he’s about to cry, “Dean’s in trouble.”
Jensen turned off the TV before the credits began rolling, “Oh boy was he ever…”
“That scene and the one with Cain in the barn are why this is one of my favorite episodes. Dean’s tough guy act drops and we can see he’s truly fearful for what may happen to him. You’re so good at showing exactly how Dean is feeling without even saying a single word.”
A burst of pride swelled in his chest, “Thank you. That’s the best compliment I could ever receive.”
They cleaned up the living room and Jensen held out his hand to her, “Come on. I have something I want to show you.”
He led her down stairs to the larger of the guest rooms where the door was shut. He stood in front of it facing her as she let out a long yawn.
“I promise to make this quick and then off to bed.” She nodded as he continued, “When we were watching Jared’s kiddos, you said that you missed writing…”
“Yeah, writer’s block is a bitch.” She chuckled.
“I figured from all the stress you had while teaching and then leaving the job you loved most. I thought maybe having a space of your own to openly be creative would help.”
Jensen opened the door and flipped the light on. Inside the room, he built floating shelves along one entire wall with a large oversized chair and rolling cart beneath them.
He had put together a ‘U’ shape desk along a shorter wall with each side of the desk running along a wall. On one side was a hutch to store anything she wanted to and on the opposite side were a few more floating shelves. In the center of her desk was a brand new laptop with a docking station that had two twenty-seven inch monitors running off it with a printer beside them. Her computer chair had massage, heating and cooling settings to make the hours she hopefully would be sitting there more comfortable.
He had also put together three storage units to keep her various art items or paper or whatever she needed. He painted the room in a warm cream color with an olive border around the top of the walls. He was able to install a new ceiling fan that matched the color of the border with soft bulb lighting.
Jensen nervously watched (Y/N) look around and take in her new office, “So? What do you think?”
When she turned towards him, Jensen saw tears shining in her eyes, “This… This is amazing Jay. H-How… why?”
“Like I said, I wanted you to have a spot where you could create. Hopefully, once you have it all set up to your liking and personalized, that inspiration will strike.”
(Y/N) closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his waist, “I love it. I’m undeserving of it, but I love it and you for thinking of doing this.”
His heart skipped, “You are more than deserving of this. Now, let’s get to bed so you can start filling this room with books and art.”
She kissed his lips briefly before taking one last look around. They walked up to their rooms, when (Y/N) stopped grasping his hand when they were in front of her room.
“Do you… I mean, would it be okay if I…” She looked at her feet bashfully.
She did not need to finish the question. Jensen pulled her into his side and led her into his room. She immediately crawled onto the bed and settled in on her side. Jensen pulled off his shirt, but kept his pj bottoms on, laying down beside her. (Y/N) pressed her back against his chest and pulled his arm across her waist.
“Goodnight Jay.”
He pressed his lips into her soft hair, “Goodnight pretty girl.”
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Title: Replay Life - S9E4 Slumber Party Summary: Babysitting for Jared and Gen, Jensen creates the ultimate slumber party for them all. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: Padalecki kids Pairing: None Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 2722 A/N:
Jensen was completely out of his element walking into the Padalecki home. Jared and Gen were going out on a much needed date night and had asked (Y/N) to babysit the kids. That meant Jensen was also coming along to help babysit. He loved all three Padalecki kids and would take a bullet for any of them, but being responsible for their well being was a totally different thing.
“Are you guys sure? We could always reschedule to another night when Mama and Pop Padalecki are available.”
(Y/N) shook her pushing Gen out the door, “We’ll be fine. Go out, have fun and come back late tomorrow morning.”
Jared raised an eyebrow towards him silently asking, “Are you alright with this?”
Jensen nodded without saying a word. He missed the silent conversations he could have with his best friend. Words were hardly needed between them and there was something comforting about that.
“Babe, come on, they’ve got this.” Jared wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her out towards their car.
They kissed and said goodnight to their kids and the five of them watched the car drive down their driveway. Odette grabbed ahold of (Y/N)’s hand and started dragging her off towards the living room. Shep bounced off towards the backyard to find what Jensen was sure to be whatever bugs he could.
Tom looked up at him, “Is it alright if I go read up in my room, Uncle Jensen?”
“Sure buddy. I’ll come up and check on ya in a little while.”
Jensen watched him walk up the stairs, trying to remember when exactly Tom had grown into a young man. It felt like yesterday, Tom was calling out for Jensen backstage at a convention and stealing the limelight. Now, he was ten going on twenty and he found himself wishing time would stop.
“Uncle Jensen! Uncle Jensen! Look what I found!” Shep came running into the house holding a small lizard in his hands.
He chuckled, “That’s awesome, Shep. How about we go return him to his home outside so your Aunt (Y/N) doesn’t freak out.”
He walked with Shep outside and they found a great spot in the garden for Lizzy the Lizard to live. It was an unusually cool night for Texas at the end of July making it the perfect night for a fire and smores. Jensen enlisted Shep to help gather all the materials to get a fire going in the firepit and he sent a text to (Y/N) to gather the items for smores.
“Shep, why don’t you help Aunt (Y/N) while I go get Tom.”
They walked back inside and Shep immediately was by (Y/N)’s side. Jensen walked upstairs to Tom’s room, knocking on the door that was only open an inch. Walking in, he found Tom on his bed reading a graphic novel called ‘Crush’.
“Buddy, we’ve built a fire and are making smores. Why don’t you bring your book with you and hang out with us.”
“Okay.” Tom shut his book but did not move from his spot, “Uncle Jensen?”
“Yeah?”
Tom’s dark brown eyes did not look up from his bed, “How do you… how do you know if a girl likes you?”
It did not take a rocket scientist to see what was going on inside the boy’s mind, “There’s lots of ways. Sometimes she’ll hang out with you and your friends or be nice to you more than she is to others. Then some girls act like they don’t like you when they really do.”
“That’s confusing and makes no sense.”
“Oh buddy, it only gets worse when you get to be as old as me.” Jensen chuckled, “Is there a girl you think likes you?”
Tom nodded.
“Do you like her?”
He shrugged, “She’s my best friend, that’s a girl. We talk about all kinds of things and I can tell her anything.”
Jensen smiled softly, “All good things. Why do you think she likes you, likes you?”
“Her best friend told me at lunch that at a sleepover when they were playing truth or dare Ruby said she had a crush on me.”
The anxiety in his voice made Jensen’s heart clench, “And how did that make you feel?”
“Happy and confused.” Tom looked up at him finally with genuine fear, “I like the way things are right now and I don’t want them to change. I like her being my best friend and if we hang out like the other kids that are boyfriend/girlfriend then everything will change.”
His chest tightened as this ten year old, little man described him and (Y/N) perfectly. His heart ached for the kid who should not be thinking about dating at all but that was the times they lived in. Jensen sat next to Tom on the bed and pulled him under his arm.
“The only advice I can tell you is to be honest with her. Tell her that you think she’s great and wonderful and that’s why you want nothing to change between you two.”
“What if she gets mad at me?” A single tear ran down his cheek.
Jensen hugged him a little tighter, “If she gets mad then she really wasn’t the friend you thought she was. She’ll understand and stay by your side if she truly likes you.”
Finally, a smile appeared on Tom’s face before he wrapped his arms around him, “Thanks Uncle Jensen.”
“You’re welcome buddy. Now, let’s go eat some smores.”
Tom picked up his book, heading towards the door, “Hi Aunt (Y/N)!”
“Hey kiddo, will you help your siblings take everything outside.”
He nodded before running down the stairs. Jensen stood walking towards (Y/N), who was leaning against the doorframe.
“You know, you’re wonderful with him. You’re gonna be a great dad one day.”
In his mind an image formed so clearly he swore it could have been a memory. He and (Y/N) sitting on a porch swing as two little ones sat on either side of them. His heart pounded against his chest then dropped when he blinked once again standing in Tom’s room.
“I… I guess so, if that ever happens. If not, then no big deal. I have nephews and nieces to be there for.”
He swore within her beautiful eyes, he saw disappointment flashed before them before she turned walking down the stairs.
Making smores with the kids was more fun than Jensen had anticipated. Helping them roast their marshmallows and getting chocolate over their hands and faces. (Y/N) pulled out her phone, snapping a picture of the five of them to send to Gen.
The five of them were laying on their backs looking up into the night sky. Tom and Shep were trying to count the stars shining above them as the girls were whispering to one another. That is when another idea popped into Jensen’s mind.
“I’ll be right back.”
He went into the house and to the linen closet upstairs. He grabbed all the blankets he could and pillows from the spare bedrooms. Heading back down to the living he got to work on the next portion of their evening. About twenty minutes later he stuck his head out the back door.
“Y’all get your behinds inside it’s time for a movie.” He called out.
The small gasps and squeals that came from the kids would be well worth the hell he would pay from Gen when she would see her living room. A larger blanket tent stood in the middle of the room. Inside, all the cushions and pillows from the house were spread out on the floor. The blankets vaulted up to the walls that the TV was hanging on.
“You guys go put your pjs on, grab your pillows and blankets. Then we’ll pick out a movie to watch.”
The three kids all hugged him excitedly before running up the stairs. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his waist. Standing there with her in his arms and the echoes of little feets above stirred something deep within him.
“Jensen, this is amazing… you’re amazing.” She pressed his lips against his cheek, “I’m going to go make some popcorn.”
The kids were running back in as she walked into the kitchen. Tom had stepped into the room seeing (Y/N) pull away from him. He looked down at him and saw the knowing look in his eyes. Tom walked over to him and patted his arm nodding at him.
The kids had decided to watch Rava the Last Dragon Hunter which Jensen knew absolutely nothing about. He and (Y/N) sat next to one another, their backs against the couch. Shep immediately curled into (Y/N)’s other side while Tom was content at laying at their feet. Which left Odette kneeling nearing the opening for their blanket tent.
“Sweetie, come on in and lay down.” (Y/N) said as Odette’s large doe eyes looked from her then to Jensen.
He could see why Jared was wrapped around her little finger and patted the spot next to him, “Come on sweetheart, you can sit next to me.”
Carrying her blanket, she sat beside him and he wrapped his arm around her so she could lay her head on him. He stretched his other arm across the couch as (Y/N) pressed play. By the time the movie was half over, the kids were fast asleep.
“Should we take them upstairs?” Jensen asked softly.
(Y/N) shook her head, “No, let’s just let them sleep here. I can stay down here with them and you can take the guest room.”
Jensen lifted Odette and laid her on the couch with her blanket. He laid down on his side propping his pillow up.
“If you’re staying then I’m staying.” He patted the small space between them, “Come on, laid down and get comfy.”
(Y/N) took the remote and turned on their next episode of Supernatural, “If they wake up then we can stop the episode.”
Sam is working on the map table as Dean walks in through the door upstairs.
“Hey. How’d it go with Kevin?” Sam asked.
“Oh, that little nerd is in a lovely warded hotel room in Branson. He’s got about 48 hours of pay-per-porn and Kenny Rogers ahead of him.”
(Y/N) chuckled, “I was always curious what Kevin would be into. He seems like the librarian and student type.”
“You’ll have to ask Osric at our next convention.”
She turned towards him with a huge smile, “Ohhh… JIB, I’ll pretend to be a fan and ask during his panel.”
Jensen started laughing and (Y/N) suddenly covered his mouth. Shep stirred next to her, rolling to his side and curling up with his stuffed animal. Without a second though, Jensen playfully licked her hand like he would when they were kids. He was prepared for her disgusted snare and grumbling. However, he was met with a spark of desire in her eyes that surprised him.
She shook her head then stuck her tongue out at him mumbling, “Gross.”
“Turns out the company I work for was outsourcing to child labor, so I took a big Wikileak all over that. And, yeah. It’s cool, though. It’s given me more time to focus on my hobbies… like larping, macrame, and hunting.” Charlie casually mentions.
“Excuse me?” Dean looks alarmed as Sam also looks concerned.
Charlie sighed, “Okay. It was just a couple little cases. I took down a teenage vampire and a ghost… which sounds like a Y.A. novel if you say it out loud.”
Sam asks, still concerned, “Charlie, how’d it go?”
“It was, uh… It was intense. But I kind of wish hunting was more…magical, you know?”
Dean rolls his eyes and Sam looks confused.
“I love that Charlie wants a fantasy adventure. I love the world she lives in within her mind.” (Y/N) leaned her head on his shoulder, “I wish sometimes I could live in a fantasy world.”
“Escaping reality is one of the reasons I went into acting. I get to live many lives.” He looked down at her as she slipped her arm around his waist.
She sighed, “That’s why I always wrote, not that I’ve done that in forever. I miss writing.”
Jensen was racking his brain trying to remember the last time he saw her writing. There was a time (Y/N) would not go anywhere without a notebook and pen. He could remember her writing during dinners out with friends or in the car on road trips.
“There’s no better time than the present to pick up your pen again. Especially, since you’re taking some time off.”
She shrugged another heavy sigh coming from her lips as the episode continued.
The bunker’s kitchen is a complete wreck. The boys enter with guns drawn.
Dean looks around annoyed, “Damn it, I just cleaned in here.”
“Really?” Sam shakes his head.
“Looks like we got a witch here.” Dean states as Charlie and Dorothy enter.
The boys swing around guns drawn. When they see it’s the girls they put them away.
Charlie holds out her hand, “Sorry. We raided your gun range. Made us some poppy bullets. They won’t kill the witch, but they will stun the crap out of her.”
Dean proudly looks down at her taking the bullets, “That’s my girl.”
“I love their friendship. Reminds me a lot of us.” (Y/N) snuggled closer pulling her blanket up tucking it beneath her chin.
Jensen brought his arm down around her. An unsettling feeling bubbling in his stomach. Dean always thought of Charlie as a little sister. He was protective of her. He loved her as a sister, a kindred spirit. However, he felt more for (Y/N). She was his best friend and he was extremely protective of her as Dean was of Charlie. For him, that is where the similarities stopped. He was in love with (Y/N) and could envision spending the rest of his life with her.
He looked down to see (Y/N) had fallen asleep. Glancing around seeing Tom sleeping at the end of their feet, Shep curled up beside (Y/N) and Odette turned onto her side, her little hand falling onto his shoulder. The churning of his stomach calmed and he let out a relaxing breath. This moment, with (Y/N) and kids, this was what he truly wanted. He continued to watch the rest of the episode enjoying the moment of what life could be for him.
Dean wistfully asked, “Think she’ll be back?”
“Of course. There’s no place like home.”
Home. That is what he felt with (Y/N) in his arms and kids around them. Home.
Jensen could hear murmuring voices and soft giggles as the fog of sleep evaporated from his mind. He peeked open his eyes to see Jared and Gen standing in front of them, the blanket fort gone. Jared was holding Odette as Gen was hugging the boys.
“Good morning sleepy head.” (Y/N) walked into the room holding two cups of coffee, “A little wake up juice for you.”
“Thanks.” He took the cup taking a sip as her, Gen and the kids went into the kitchen, “What time is it?”
“A little after nine. I was not expecting a fort in my living room when I came home.” Jared chuckled.
Jensen joined him in laughing, “Sorry, I was going to clean up before y’all got home.”
He was surprised when Jared clapped his hand on his shoulder, “Don’t be sorry. What we walked in on was truly a sight to behold.”
Jared pulled out his phone and within a minute Jensen’s phone was vibrating in his pocket. Jared got up joining the others in the kitchen. Jensen looked at the photo Jared had sent and his heart nearly stopped.
Tom had his back pressed against Jensen’s while Odette had apparently wiggled her way between him and (Y/N). Jensen’s arm was resting along (Y/N)’s arm beneath it and their hand clasped together. Shep was curled into her and his hand resting on her chest.
They looked like the perfect family and Jensen’s heart ached to have that in his life.
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Title: My Favorite Shirt Summary: A single moment changes everything. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 461 Prompt: Friends to lovers A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer Drabble Challenge
The night had been amazing. Good friends, great food and even better whiskey. I had taken a moment to look around at our small group that had all met at a gathering much like this almost twenty years earlier. Steve jamming on his guitar, Christian pouring drinks and Manns crooning out lyrics making the all the ladies swoon. That was until the man of the hour had finally graced us with his presence.
I had planned this little shindig as a welcome home for my best friend, Jensen. Nearly six months isolated in the land of the north, filming his new show. Now, he was home and all was right with my world.
As the night wound down, I found myself saying goodnight and heading to my room. Looking for the man of the evening on my way. Opening my door, I found him fast asleep in my bed. His freshly cut locks sticking up wildly. His full lips parted as deep breaths of exhaustion escaped through them. His bare bowlegs tangled in my favorite blanket.
And his well worn Zeppelin shirt gracing my floor.
The warm buzz of whiskey fueling my hand to pick it up and slip it over my head. His musk and cologne filled my nose with a heavy concoction as I laid beside him. His natural warmth and soft snoring lulled me into a peaceful sleep.
“Pretty girl… wake up, pretty girl.”
The familiar raspy voice pierced through the whiskey fog. Opening my eyes, I found shining olive orbs staring down at me. His bottom lip disappeared beneath his perfect teeth as I stretched my aching muscles.
“What is it, Jay? I was having the best sleep of my life.”
His fingers dancing along my arm, “I promise to make it worth your wild… hopefully.”
I chuckled, “Make it quick, so I can go back to my amazing dream.”
My dream starring him and I naked and in a multitude of positions.
In that moment of distraction, my best friend, my world, my everything leaned down and kissed me. His soft lips molding with mine, his tongue asking for permission to have more and my body acting on years of unacknowledged feelings.
“W-What are you–” I stammered as he pulled away.
“I’m doing what I should have done years and years ago.” He kissed me again then whispered, “Be mine.”
My answer was immediate and without a second thought, “I’ve always been yours.” I pulled his lips back to mine.
The sun was blinding as I peeked open my eyes. A quiet voice speaking beside me brought a smile and vivid images of what had happened earlier to my mind.
“Well Jared, she was wearing my favorite Zeppelin shirt, so you could say we’re pretty serious.”
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Title: Replay Life - S8E11 LARP and the Real Girl Summary: Jensen finds himself wrestling with his feelings for (Y/N) once more as they watch an episode that combines two of her favorite things. Supernatural and Dungeons and Dragons. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: None Pairing: None Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 3193 A/N: I’m so sorry this chapter is late! Real life is kicking my behind. Anyway, enjoy!
The next week, Jensen and (Y/N) headed into season eight of Supernatural. The last few nights of watching the show together finally felt like old times again. Tonight, (Y/N) was out with some of her fandom friends and had given him specific instructions for her return.
“I’m going to leave the bar at ten o’clock on the dot and should be home no later than ten-thirty. I expect the living room to be all set for us to watch at least one if not two episodes before you turn into a pumpkin.”
Jensen looked down at his phone that read midnight and (Y/N) was nowhere to be found. Her last text had said she was getting ready to leave in five minutes. That had been thirty minutes ago. He was past the concern and worried stage. He now had moved on to imagining the worst and pissed. Getting up he grabbed the bowl of cold popcorn heading towards the kitchen. Dumping in the trash, he went back for her favorite water bottle and his empty beer bottle. Placing her bottle in the fridge and his in recycle, Jensen went back into the living folded her blanket and turned off everything.
He paced in his room looking out his window towards the driveway for a cab to pull up. At one o’clock he finally stripped off his sweats and t-shirt, crawling into bed. His calls and texts were going unanswered. Lying there in full panic mode, he tried to reassure himself that everything was fine.
Her phone died and forgot her extra charger.
The friends she was out with were long time, trusted friends that would take care of no matter what.
If she was too trashed then they would have let her crash at one of their places.
Unfortunately, none of these friends knew about him because they were all fans. (Y/N) had met them online ten or so years ago on a Supernatural website. Once a month, they would go out and let loose. She did not want any of them freaking out or treating her differently because her best friend happened to be the star of their favorite show.
Right now, he was kicking himself for not insisting on meeting them or at least having someone’s number in case of emergencies. Jensen pulled his pillow over face pleading with his mind to calm down. Reminding himself that she was a grown ass woman who could take care of herself. It was then that his phone rang with a local unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Jensen, i-it’s (Y/N)…”
He shot up, “Thank god, where the hell are you? Are you okay?”
She sniffled, “Um, yes and no. I need you to come get me from the downtown Austin police station.”
“What happened?” Jensen was already out of bed and struggling to get his clothes on, “Nevermind, are you alright?”
“I will be once you get here. I’m going to put the officer on the phone for all the information you’ll need.”
The officer told him exactly where to pick her up and that she was not under arrest. Grabbing his keys, he drove like a bat out of hell making it to downtown Austin in record time. He pulled on his baseball cap pulling it down as far as he could. Between that and his sweatshirt and pants he prayed no one would recognize him. Not that he cared about what people thought of him but to not make things more difficult for (Y/N).
He was taken into an interview room where (Y/N) was sitting with all her friends surrounding her. The collective gasp was deafening as he walked in. A few jaws dropped and more than a few eyes traveled the length of his body. Pulling off the hat, he went straight in front of (Y/N) kneeling in front of her.
“Pretty girl, I’m here and everything will be okay.”
A few sighs and awes echoed around them as (Y/N) launched herself into his arms nearly knocking him over. Her body trembled against him as muffled sobs came from her. The officer came into the room clearing his throat.
“Everyone is free to go. We’ll need contact information for Miss (Y/L/N) so our detectives can speak to her when she is able to.”
He looked over his shoulder, “I can provide you a number that she can be reached at.”
“I can call cabs for the rest of you to get home.” The officer went to leave.
Jensen called out, “Officer, there’s no need. These ladies are my roommate’s friends and they can…” he paused to consider the words about to come out of his mouth, “they can stay with me for the night. Thank you for everything.”
The officer nodded leaving the room. Jensen turned back to see five sets of wide eyes and dumbfounded expressions. He felt (Y/N) lift her head from his chest, looking down into her shining eyes.
“T-Thank you, Jay.”
He hugged her, whispering in her ear, “Only for you, pretty girl.”
She let go of him and went into the arms of one of the ladies as they all walked out to his SUV. The whole way home, Jensen kept looking back at (Y/N). Her head was resting on one of her friend’s shoulders wiping away tears from time to time. Once they were at home, (Y/N) gathered them all in the living room and grabbed Jensen’s hand.
“First, thank you for having my back and protecting me tonight. You ladies are my rock and I love you.”
Jensen squeezed her hand as she continued.
“I know I have a lot to explain and you can ask me all the questions when we wake up later today. For now, I will make introductions. Kit, Ivy, Morgan, Brooke and Taylor, this is my childhood best friend, Jensen. Jay, meet my small corner of the SPN family.”
“Nice to meet you ladies, finally. Thank you for taking care of her tonight. I truly appreciate y’all always being there for her.”
They all murmured a hello in unison staring at him as if he would disappear any moment. He let go of her hand running it down her back.
“(Y/N), can show you where to sleep.” He turned towards her, “I’ll be up for a while if you need me for anything.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist, “Thank you.”
He watched the six of them head downstairs to the finished family room. When he could hear them chatting and giggling, Jensen went up to his room. Flopping down on his bed, he let out a long sigh releasing the tension from his body. He threw his arm over his eyes, taking a few more deep breaths to calm the buzzing nerves in his stomach. He was desperate to find out what had happened.
Jensen looked up when he heard his door creak open. Standing in the doorway was (Y/N) with her favorite blanket wrapped around her. He sat up and patted the spot next to him. She immediately climbed onto the bed and they laid back, snuggled into one another.
“They’ve passed out, so you should be safe.”
“Good to know. I’m still going to lock my door, just in case.” He chuckled, letting the silence fall between them.
He waited a few minutes before asking, “Do you want to talk about it?”
(Y/N)’s body tensed, “We went to this new gaming bar off 6th street. As you can see, my friends are all gorgeous and a few guys were buying us all drinks.”
“Oh no… not tequila…”
She laughed, “No. I was whiskey drinking all night…”
“That’s my girl.”
She rolled her eyes but her lips curled into a smirk, “One guy took a particular interest in me. We talked about D&D, video games, books. He was nearly as perfect as you are.”
Jensen scoffed, “I’m far from perfect. Go on about Mr. Almost Perfect.”
“I went over my whiskey limit and stepped outside to get some air. He followed me outside and placed his jacket over my shoulders.” She began to shake within his grasp.
He laced his legs with hers, pulling flesh with his body, “You’re safe. I’m right here and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“When he stepped in front of me, he crossed the sleeves and pulled them tight until I couldn’t move. He started to move me towards a dark color van that was parked at the corner. In the driver’s seat…”
She pulled back and within her eyes was pure fear, “Did you recognize the driver?”
“It was Doug.”
It took him a minute for the recognition to hit him, “You’re old Assistant Principal? The one you knocked out for forcing himself on you?”
She nodded and blood began to boil. It was moments like this when Jensen would ask himself, ‘What would Dean Winchester do?’
“I’m gonna kill him.”
(Y/N) sighed, “He’s not worth it. The officers are going to go question him and suggest I get a restraining order against him.”
Jensen gently rolled her back onto the mattress, looking down at her tear stain face. The rich smell of whiskey mixing with her sweet apple body spray created the perfect storm of comfort and desire over his body. Her lips resting in a natural pout that was taking every bit of his will power to keep from resting his own against. (Y/N)’s shining eyes staring up at him as his mind fought with his body at what the next move should be.
Moving a strand of her hair from her face, cupping her cheek he reassured her, “We will do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe and never have to deal with that asshole again. I don’t care how many lawyers and favors I have to call in or how much it will cost. You’re the most important person in my life.”
“Thank you.” She whispered before slipping her hand behind his neck and pulling his lips to hers.
For that mere moment of time, everything in Jensen’s world was perfect. (Y/N)’s body pressed against his and his body instinctively reacted without consulting his mind. He braced himself over her only breaking the kiss to take a breath. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands tugged at his hair. (Y/N)’s hips rolled against him and a moan rumbled from his chest.
As his mind screamed at him to stop, she pressed her hands against his chest pushing him away slightly, “We’ve… got to… stop…” She said in between heavy breaths.
“I know…” He pressed his forehead against her, “I don’t want to.”
“Me neither, but we can’t. I like how things are between us right now and I don’t want them to change. Feelings, sex, that will change everything and I’m not ready. I thought I was, but after Jared’s party I realized I’m not.” She groaned, “Fuck, I’m such a terrible person for leading you on.”
Jensen scooped her up and sat back bringing her firmly onto his lap. He groaned from the pressure on his hard cock, but ignored the throbbing radiating up his body.
“Stop thinking that right now (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Once again, he pressed his forehead to hers, “I love our friendship and how close we are. If you don’t want it to change then it won’t. I’ve been by your side through the good, bad and ugly. I’ll continue to be by your side no matter what the status of our relationship is. Friends or more, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t deserve you…” She whispered, “But I’m grateful that you’re in my life.”
“Me too pretty girl. Now let’s get some sleep before the fangirls wake up and take advantage of my unconscious body.”
The sound of her soft giggle was like a beautiful melody floating through his ears. Laying back down, within a few minutes (Y/N) was asleep. Jensen spent a few moments watching her as his mind and body wrestled for control. When his mind won over his exhausted form, he wrapped his arm around her and fell asleep.
The next morning, Jensen woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and bacon. He got up heading downstairs to hear his own voice coming from the TV.
“Well, the FBI is all work…” Dean looks over to Sam, “no play.”
Sam gives Dean a pointed look before turning towards the Sheriff, “You know, why don’t you give me the tour while my partner looks around?
“I work better on my own.”
The living room was filled with women eating breakfast and laughing at the scene on the screen. He folded his arms over his chest enjoying seeing (Y/N) surrounded by her friends.
One of Ed’s arms is on the floor, covered with a bloodstained cloth. Sam pulls back the cloth, revealing the black tree symbol.
“Huh. So, anything… missing from the body?”
“You mean aside from the arms and legs? Uh…” The Sheriff chuckles, “nope. All there – twig and berries, too.”
(Y/N)’s beautiful giggle caught his attention as she was staring at, “Speaking of…” She motioned with her hand toward him.
A collective gasp came from the other women as he looked down at himself. He was standing in the middle of a room full of fans in nothing but his boxer briefs. Which left little to the imagination of what was being held within them.
“I’m literally living in my worst nightmare right now.” He muttered.
(Y/N) got up, wrapping her green blanket around him, “You should probably go upstairs and get dressed. I won’t be able to hold them all back if you don’t run now.”
“Running.” He whispered as another chorus of disappointed groans came from the women.
“Party pooper!” One called out.
Jensen went back upstairs to take care of himself, shower and get dressed. Deciding he could play himself up a little for the fans downstairs, he decided to wear one of his favorite Dean flannels and relaxed jeans that had a hole in the knee. Returning to the living he found himself standing next to Felicia Day on the TV.
Sam hung up his phone, “So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing. But the medical examiner said his body showed clear signs that he was killed by belladonna.”
Dean and Charlie simultaneously spoke, “The porn star?”
There is a long pause.
Sam unamused, “The poison.”
Once again Dean and Charlie disappointedly say at the same time, “Oh.”
“My nerd queen! I will forever bow to her greatness!” (Y/N) dramatically bowed in front of the TV.
“Wait, how are you BFFs with Jensen Ackles and never met Felicia Day?”
(Y/N) chuckled, “Oh I’ve met her. We text all the time. That doesn’t mean she is not my queen and I, a humble peasant of her nerd court.”
“She totally fangirled the first time she met her.”
Several pairs of eyes snapped to him and one pair glaring at him, “Don’t even go there Ackles. Not unless you want all the embarrassing stories I know about you to be told.”
Their eyes snapped back to her, “Ohhh, we definitely want to hear some of those stories.”
“Alright, alright. You win, pretty girl. I’ll keep my lips zipped.”
He made his way into the kitchen grabbing some coffee and bacon before joining the rest of them. Thankfully, (Y/N) had secured him a spot with her on the oversized chair. He tried to ignore the obvious stares they were getting from her friends as the episode continued.
As the episode came to its conclusion, (Y/N) shushed them all during Dean’s reciting of the Braveheart speech, “This is my favorite part!”
Epic music plays and mist rises. Two armies of costumed LARPers are lined up facing each other. Dean, in costume and wearing a long-haired wig, addresses Charlie’s army. Half his face is painted red and part of the other half painted white. He wears two orc ears on a string around his neck.
“And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance –”
Sam stands in costume next to Charlie. His hair is in a ponytail. Two opposite quarters of his face are painted red and a further quarter white.
Charlie begins to ask, “Isn’t that the speech from –”
Sam nods, “It’s the only one he knows.”
Dean continues his speech, “Just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they will never take… “
“Hold!” A squire in Charlie’s army calls out.
The music comes to a stop. A Frisbee sails onto the ground in the space between the two armies and a man runs after it. People in the armies mutter.
The man murmurs, “Uh, my bad.”
“Really?” One of the LARPers says.
The man picks up the Frisbee and runs away muttering, “Sorry.”
The same LARPer, “You can’t be serious.”
“Freaks.” Another Frisbee player calls out towards the armies.
Dean turns back to the army and nods to the squire, who gives him a thumbs-up. The music resumes.
He raises and shakes his fake sword, “…our freedom!”
The armies cheer and run at one another. The camera focuses on Sam and Dean running side by side, swords raised. The frame freezes on this image, and the following text, narrated by a man, scrolls up the screen in cursive script.
“This episode is dedicated to the men, women, elves, demigods, magi, druids and chamber pot servants who gave their lives fighting and winning for the Queen of Moons in the Battle of the Kingdoms. Go bravely into the next world, fallen soldiers.”
(Y/N) recited the dedication standing tall with a salute. Jensen noticed her friends rolling their eyes and chuckling at her. She turned towards them, flipping them off.
“Y’all don’t know what you’re missing with LARPing.”
“Oh we know, from all the times you’ve told us and made us watch this episode. We’re okay with missing out.” Morgan chuckled.
They all ended up watching a few more episodes before he took them all back to their cars. Jensen waited until they were all out of the parking lot making sure none of them were followed by any other cars.
(Y/N) reached over, lacing her fingers with his, “Thank you for letting my friends stay and being so cool with them. You have no idea how much it means to them.”
“I’m glad I got to meet them finally. We should have them over more often and then the whole celebrity thing will wear off. They’ll see me as a regular ole guy.”
She chuckled, “Yeah… not likely to happen, but I agree. We should have them over more and for that you have now reached god level perfection. Congrats.”
“If you say so, pretty girl.” He laughed, pulling out of the parking lot.
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“Babe, you gotta a costume in mind? I’ve got one.” Jensen said across the kitchen where he was making breakfast. You looked up from your laptop screen and he met your gaze. You felt bubbly inside every time he does that. “Um, do you want us to match?” You asked back. “Well, yes, but if you’re up for it.” He replied. “Well we have a long list of couple’s costume ideas, I don’t mind whichever’s in your mind, babe.” You smiled. And his lip quirked to the side, telling you that whatever his idea is, will end up making you someone he really wants to see.
“Awesome, cuz Stef’s already in the process of our costumes.” He said and your eyes bulged out. She created such awesome costumes and they have shoots that lets you live a fantasy basically, the year before, you opted out from the opportunity when Jay was Red Hood but now—“Who are we gunna be?” You asked, biting your lip. He full on grinned and winked, that bastard, he wasn’t gunna let you on until you wear them. “How does she know my measurements?” You asked, to milk some information from him. “I had my ways, baby, you’re my wife.” He announced with a playful roll of his eyes.
A few weeks had passed, Halloween creeping ‘round the corner, and you knew it was almost time to wear the costume. You were jumpy all the while in the ride and Jensen would glance at you, chuckling to himself, he knew you’d be ecstatic when you finally see this year’s couple’s costume.
Jensen requested that you were to be blindfolded and all that effort so you don’t see the both of you until the very last minute, meaning, you could hear the hustle of traffic in the background and the cool air, either you were outside or on the roof of the building you two had gone in. “Jay?” You voiced out, not hearing him for a couple of minutes. You knew you had a mask of some sort but you were still as clueless as a leaf.
“‘M here, babe.” His husky voice rang in your ear as his hand held yours. “You look amazing, sweetheart.” He said and you smiled. “Wish I could see us both.” You murmured. “You ready then?” He asked and you nodded frantically and then the blindfold was removed. To say that you were shocked, your mouth hanging open would be an understatement. “Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes practically bulged out and he laughed, grasping his stomach. “I’m Batman.” He smirked
“Aren’t you the hottest Batman I’ve ever seen.” You said, biting your lip in shock. You looked down at your costume and felt the mask. “Holy shit! Am I Catwoman!??!” You exclaimed and he grinned, nodding. You looked towards the makeup artist and Stef who had a large mirror and you squealed, jumping up and down. “Oh my god! This is amazing, thank you thank you!” You smiled and hugged her. You went to Jensen and kissed him lightly, afraid of the red lip transferring to his lips. He hugged you to his chest. “You look super hot as Catwoman.” He said, embodying his low Batman voice. You giggled. “And you look hotter, Batman!” You winked at him. This was definitely the best Halloween!
Summary - Long distance relationships suck, especially if you can’t be with Jensen on your birthday but Jensen has a few tricks up his sleeves to make your birthday better.
Pairing - Jensen Ackles x You
WC - 2150
Warning - Slight Angst, Fluff, Birthday, swearing SMUT(18+, MINORS DNI), p in v sex, almost getting caught and a little fluffy surprise.
Square Filled - • Long Distance Relationship AU (@spnaubingo)
A/N-Holy shit! It’s been so long since I posted something. Feelin’ kinda rusty here lol. I reached 1.1k followers today so this is also a thank you gift to you guys for following me!
And Happy Birthday, Abby (super late but please accept this gift, yours truly, Chan)
Also Abby is a Swiftie, just like me. So purposely, I have put in some Taylor Swift song references. Have fun finding them!
Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine.
“I don’t think I can fly back tomorrow.” Your eyes fluttered shut to stop the tears that were threatening to spill. When you opened them back, you saw the look of tremendous guilt and sadness on your boyfriend’s face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him and cloud his mind with more agony yet a stray tear managed to roll down your cheek. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. The covid protocols are…you know how it is…fuck, I miss you so much and it’s fuckin’ killing me that I can’t be there with you on your birthday.”
“Jay, don’t. It’s not your fault.” You said, placing down the ipad on the table and leaned back on the couch. You always thought the long distance relationship came with too much emotional baggage and pain but you were willing to accept them all because you fell for Jensen so hard and fast and the thought of living without him scared the shit out of you. “Just two more months and then I can move to the States and it’ll be okay.”
“I know but–”
“Jensen…” you sighed.
“You didn’t even hear me out.”
“What more can you say?”
“I miss you. These face times are not enough anymore. I-I want you…sweetheart, I need you with me, hold you close as I drift off to sleep and wake up with you in my arms. I just…need you here. A-and I’m tryin’ to get through the protocols.” Jensen’s green eyes were clouded with emotions, the loneliness weighing heavily on his shoulders.
“Even if you don’t make it to the flight, know that it’s alright. We’ll make it work. We always do.” You offered him a sad smile. You were seven thousand miles away from him. You knew that if he didn’t get on that flight within the next three hours, he wouldn’t be here with you on your birthday and it sucked. Just like him, you needed him with you. You missed him so bad.
Jensen didn’t say anything for the next few minutes. It was something you did often. No words said. You just wanted to be in each other’s company even if it was through the illuminated screen of your respective electronic devices.
“I love you,” you said to him and he flashed you his most beautiful smile. The type of smile that instantly lit up your world and made you happy. The type of smile you adorned a lot. The type of smile that feels like you’re home. He was your home.
“I love you too.” He said, “I’ll do my best.”
“I know you will, Jay.” He nodded.
It was your birthday but it didn’t feel like one. Since the morning, you hadn’t heard from Jensen and you were worried out of your mind. In the evening, you stood there in your party dress, looking around at the smiling faces of your friends but there was one thing missing. You kept checking your phone. You wanted him to be here so you got your eyes on the door hoping he would walk in any minute but he didn’t. And that’s when the feeling sank in.
You were going to spend your birthday without Jensen.
You blew out the candles, your eyes burning with the unshed tears. You tried to smile for the guests and laugh with your friends but your heart was filled with despair.
It was close to ten. You were lying on your bed after making an excuse of not feeling well. Your close friends had lingered around for a while before they left. That’s when you heard your sister call for you.
You sighed and pulled the covers close to you, not willing to socialise with anyone further. You heard the door creak open.
“Go away,” you grumbled.
“I didn’t spend the last thirteen hours on a flight to hear this, sweetheart.” You sat up and your heart did a somersault in your chest. You knew this voice all too well and you missed hearing the way it reverberated off the walls surrounding you, providing you some deep comfort.
“Jensen?” You sprinted towards the figure of a man lingering at the doorway and crashed into him, colliding with his firm chest as a pair of arms came up to wrap themselves around you. He brought your face to his and kissed your lips. Tears threatened to spill as your lips molded with his. You missed him so much.
He picked you up and you jumped to hook your legs at his waist and he let out a chuckle. With you in his arms, he walked towards the bed and put you down gently on the soft mattress.
“Hi, baby. Happy birthday.” He said.
“Hi.” Your words were a mere whisper as Jensen traced the outline of your face with his finger and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“Where are you goin’?” You asked as he got up to close the door.
“I have something for you.” Jensen said as he closed the door to the room behind him. You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes. “Get your mind outta the gutter.”
You pouted and he said, “I’m saving that present for later. But first–” he took a deep breath “–I want you to have this.”
You watched as he slowly went down on one knee. Eyes wide, you saw as he pulled out a jewellery box out of his jacket’s pocket. You gasped, standing up while he opened the box in front of you to reveal a ring inside.
“Jens…”
“Y/N, I…Holy shit, I thought this will be easy after practicing for the last five hours straight–” you laughed, a tear rolling down your cheek “–Sweetheart, I had this big, beautiful speech prepared but as soon as I stepped in this room, all I can see, all I think of is you. You remember what I told you last night? I want that, I want you and I want us. Every night when I go to sleep I want to feel you in my arms and know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be and then in the early morning, I want to be woken up by our kids jumping on us demanding breakfast. I’m so grateful for you every second. I’m grateful that somehow in this crazy universe with infinite possibilities, I met you.”
You were clearly sobbing and through the tears you said, “Yay, comic con!”
He chuckled and continued, “In you I have found the love that I never knew I needed. You’re my favourite human in the whole universe. There are many ways to be happy but all I need is you. So Y/N Y/L/N, make me the happiest person in the world and say yes, please?”
“Of course, yes! I will marry you, Jensen Ross Ackles!” You said and he grinned before putting the ring on your finger. He stood up and immediately pulled you for a kiss. It was enchanting and precious.
“I missed you, fuck…” he breathed in with his nose buried in the crook of your neck before moving his mouth to the south. You gasped, pulling your lip in between your teeth to stop the moan that was threatening to leave you as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.
“Jay…we can't–”
“Why?” He asked.
“Everyone is present downstairs. I don’t trust myself to not make a noise.” You said.
“I just need to feel you. Please,” he panted as he bucked his hips and his bulge grazed past your thighs. A whimper escaped your lips and you knew it would be impossible to not make a noise if Jensen carried on with his actions. But as much as he needed you, you needed him as well. It had been too damn long. So you reached out, roughly trying to get him out of his pants.
He smirked, raising a brow. “We got ten minutes. I need you inside me, now.”
“Yes, ma'am.” He pushed you down on the bed behind you, hiking up your skirt and discarding your panties, before shoving down his pants along with his boxers. He wrapped his palm around his cock, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. His swollen tip nudged at your wet pussy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re fuckin’ wet.”
“You have been away for way too long!” You said, followed by a hiss as he pushed himself inside you at a tantalising pace. Your lips fell open to form an ‘O’ as he remained seated inside you, filling you to the brim. He started to move, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself in again, the move making you moan. Once he found his rhythm, he continued to thrust into you and you bucked your hips to match with his moves. His hand moved to rub at your clit and you cried out in utmost pleasure. Even after months of being apart, he knew how to get you going. Deliriously you both chased down your release. His thrusts had become more rough and small groans left his lips, filling the room.
He pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves on your pussy and you were really close to your climax. His thrusts became erratic and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach.
“Jay–” your moan was ungraciously cut off by a knock on your door. Your eyes widened in shock and the same surprise was clearly evident on Jensen’s face.
“Fuck–” he groaned, his pace faltering a bit but he kept circling his hips to not lose his rhythm. “Answer.”
“What?” You whispered but the look on his face sent a shiver down your back. The thrill of almost getting caught was such a turn on for him. As you opened your mouth to answer to whoever was on the other end of the door, he picked up his pace. Asshole.
You suppressed a moan and asked, “What is it?”
“Is Jensen stayin’ for dinner?” It was your sister who asked the question.
“Y-yeah–” you bit into your lip “–yeah he is.”
“Come for me. I need you to come for me.” You were so close and with another deep thrust, your coil finally snapped as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over you. The scream that almost left your lips was swallowed by Jensen as he kissed you hard. He continued to fuck you through you release, his thrust never faltering s he closed on to his own climax. A few more thrusts and he spilled into you, coating your walls with his seed and growling when he came. He slowly stopped his thrusts, lazily circling his hips, until he went soft inside you.
“Holy shit!” He chuckled, and pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss of him.
“Holy shit, indeed.” You panted and kissed the crown of your head softly and towards the bathroom to clean himself up. When you finally found your strength to walk, you followed his lead and went to the bathroom.
“I was gonna bring you a washcloth.” He said and you ruffled his hair, knowing how much he loved washing you and cuddling with you after sex.
“Well thank you for being a gentleman but we need to go downstairs as soon as possible.” You said before stepping in front of him to clean yourself.
It was a little over ten minutes after your sister called you for dinner, that you and Jensen went downstairs. He had cleaned up, changed into a much more comfortable sweatpants and tshirt and brushed his sex hair but the post coitus bliss on both your face was clearly visible and it got a raised brow from your sister. If the others had taken notice, they refrained from saying anything which soon turned into a huge ruckus of congratulations when you announced your engagement.
Later that night, you and Jensen were lying on the couch with your sister sitting in the chair as you three watched a movie when she said, “I can’t keep covering for your asses.”
“What do you mean?”
“You guys were so not quiet. Thankfully, I turned up the music!” Your mouth fell open and a heat of embarrassment crept up your neck while Jensen just laughed.
“Can’t help it when my fiancée is so hot.” Jensen said.
“Ew. Jensen, that’s my sister, you’re talking about.” She scrunched up her nose in disgust, “You guys are insufferable! I’m going to bed. Don’t you dare christen the couch with your nonsense!”
“Can’t make any promises!” You and Jensen yelled back together and when your sister gagged, you both laughed loudly and continued to watch the movie.
The end credits rolled in. You sighed, letting your head rest against his chest. He kissed your head, whispering, “I love you.”
Jensen was currently sitting up in the living room watching a movie waiting for his daughter to make it home from the party she had attended that night. It was currently 12:30am and she still wasn’t home and was starting to get worried. He had tried calling and texting her and she wasn’t answering. After 10 more minutes his phone started ringing, it was an unknown number. Normally he doesn’t answer them, but tonight something was telling him that he needed to, what he didn’t know was that phone call was going to crash his heart. A strange feeling washed over him as he answered the phone.
“Hello?” Jensen asked in a tired voice.
“Hello, am I currently speaking to a Mr Jensen Ackles, the father of Ashley Ackles?” The lady on the other end of the call spoke.
Jensen was getting nervous, a lump formed in his throat making it hard to swallow. “Yes. Yes, I am.” he took a breath “May I ask who’s calling?”
“Hi, my name is Dr Mendes, I’m a doctor at Lakewood Hospital, I’m afraid I have some bad new regarding your daughter Ashley.”
Beep beep beep beep beep was the first thing I could hear when I started to wake up. My eyes where still closed but I was awake, I was just too tired maybe weak to open my eyes. Both of my hand were filled with a hand of another, I squeezed my hands as tight as I could, which wasn’t a lot, but the next thing I knew I could hear my dad and mum talking to me.
“Hey sweetie, it’s ok. Open your eyes for me.” I could hear my dad saying.
“Come on baby.” Mum said.
After a few minutes I slowly started to open my eyes and was pulled into a hug from my parents.
“I’m so glad you’re ok sweetie.” Mum said while rubbing her hand down my hair flattening it as she goes.
After spending some time talking to the doctors and my parents I remember that I wasn’t alone in the car, Tyler and Matt where there too.
“OMG!! Please tell me they’re ok. Please. I need to know is Tyler and Matt are ok” I say starting to get a little irritated.
“Sweetie calm down. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” My Dad says trying to calm me down.
“Just tell me they’re ok.” I reply deflated.
“Tyler is ok, he has a concussion but he is going to be released tomorrow.” Dad started saying.
“Well that’s good, how about Matt?.” I interrupted.
“Sweetie.” Mum started and from the tone of her voice I knew something wasn’t ok.
“No. Tell me he’s ok.” I say.
“I’m sorry sweetie. He didn’t make it. He’s gone.” She says in a low voice.
That’s when I started to freak out. It couldn’t be true, he couldn’t be gone. He can’t be. My boyfriend of 2 years was gone and there was no way to bring him back. Why didn’t I just go another way to drop Tyler off last night why did I not make sure it was really clear before pulling out. I just stayed in my hospital bed crying my eyes out in my mother’s arms while my dad held my hand and rubs his thumb over my hand. I had just lost the love of my life. He was dead.
Death is not something that we really like to talk or think about. However, without death our lives would have no context. If we didn’t have any context in life what would our meaning to be alive? Why are we breathing? Why are we still alive? The people around you are your meaning. Individually you can’t create a life with meaning, but together you can with your family and friends, you can build a life with meaning and leave a legacy behind once you’re gone.
It’s hard to know where to begin telling you about this. I wonder if there’s any such thing as beginnings.
3 MONTHS AGO…
At this point in Ashley’s life everything had been normal. She was an A+ Grade student with a bright future ahead of her. She had her loving family surrounded around her and had good health. She had her 5 best friends Veronica, Selena, Bram (Abraham), Taylor and Matt (my boyfriend). She had been friends with Veronica and Selena since they were in kindergarten, she then met Bram in middle school then Taylor and Matt in High School and they six of them because the best of friends. They do everything together. They travel to school together every morning, go to the mall every Friday after school and talk about what friends usually talk about.
This is where our story starts. Ashley, Veronica and Selena were walking down the school hallway from just having gym class and was going to meet the boys for lunch. Once they get to the cafeteria they wait in line to get their food before going to find Matt, Taylor and Bram sitting at there normal table. I sit next to Matt and give him a quick kiss before starting my lunch. We were all eating and taking about the party that was happening on Saturday at Justin’s house. Justin is one of the school popular football players and always had parties whenever his parents went out of town for a weekend. Who knew this was going to be the downfall in Ashley’s life, the moment that changed her life forever.
“So who’s driving who Saturday?” Matt says while drinking some of his water.
“I don’t mind driving, it’s not like I’m gonna drink anyway.” I say while biting into my chicken salad sandwich.
“That makes sense too, you have 7 seats in your car.” Veronica said with a little laugh.
We spent the rest of lunch just talking and eating before finishing the rest of the day and heading home. Since tomorrow was the party we decided to skip the mall this week. Me and Matt went to my house today to do homework and watch TV. I pull my car into the driveway. Mums car wasn’t there meaning she was picking my younger siblings up from school and dad was away at work filming, he was coming home for the weekend though. We get out of the car and head inside get some snacks and head up to my bedroom. We were sitting on my bed with our work spread around us.
“Ok. What did you get for number 16?” Matt asked while fiddling with his pencil.
“Wait. There’s no number 16” I say while going through my papers.
“Hmmmm hmmmm” Matt started humming, in the cute annoying way he always does.
“STOP!” I say while pushing him a little.
“I’m just making sure your awake.” He said with a little smile forming on his lips.
“I’m awake, there’s just something about studying in a bed.” I reply. Since when we normally study together were on the floor with pillows.
“Well I guess I shouldn’t be complaining right. I’m in bed with a smoking hot, intelligent girl.” Matt started off saying before I interrupted him saying “women” which he corrects himself “women”. Then I continue saying “and your on the bed, not in it.” I say with a little smile.
“And I’m worried about math” Matt said.
We continued working for a little more, during that time mum had come home from picking up my younger siblings from school, and we had started working on the the subject we needed to get through, when I remembered something. I got off the bed Matt watching the walk across the room and going into my closet coming out with a black piece of fabric. I chucked them at him.
“You left your boxers here Monday”. I say with a smile.
“Oh no. I left them on purpose. You know to remind you of the wonderful night we had.” He said before grabbing my waist and kissing up my neck, which is when I begin to start giggling. Suddenly there was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in” I spoke loudly trying to stop giggling.
“Hello.” Mum said when she entered. “How’s the studying going” she asked.
“It’s going well. Nearly done” I reply,
“Good. Matt you joining us for dinner tonight?” She asked.
“No. Not tonight mum is making her famous spaghetti tonight.” He replied.
“Ok, also remember you father will be home tonight. So we are having his favourite” he should be home around 7.” Mum said before leaving the room.
Matt ends up leaving around 6pm to head home. I packed up all my work and put it away before heading downstairs for the night to spend time with my family. We were all in the living room when we heard the front door open and close. Dad was home. He had just finished filming season 14 of his show and was finally on hiatus. While dad was putting his luggage on the floor we all got up and welcomed him home before having dinner.
“So how was everyone’s day” dad asked. That’s when Zepp, Arrow and JJ start telling three different stories at once.
“Wow wow wow. Slooow down. One at a time. One at a time.” He interrupted. The one by one the all went through what happened to them. While this was happening I continued to eat my food, mums food is always delicious. Especially her spaghetti.
“Ashley, what about you?” Dad asked before taking another mouthful of his dinner.
“Not much really. Went to my lessons. Had gym. Had lunch, we didn’t go to the mall this week since there’s a party tomorrow night and then Matt came over after school so we could study together.” I said.
“What party?” He replied.
“Some guy called Justin. Don’t worry I won’t be drinking, I’m driving us all there and then home. So all I’m drinking is soda.”
“Well that’s ok. Just make sure you get home at a reasonable hour please. I don’t want to be up all night worrying because you’re not home.” Dad said while taking a forkful of his food.
“I promise I’ll be home before midnight.” I replied.
“That’s all I ask.” He replied.
For the rest of the night we spend together as a family. We all relaxed in the living room watching movies and snacking on popcorn and different snacks. It was nice. We don’t get to do this often since dad is away at work for too many months during the year. We all started to go to bed around 11pm, before I went to sleep I got my outfit ready for the party tomorrow night and went off to sleep.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I could hear the beeping of my alarm like it was in a tunnel getting louder and louder. Slowly I started to wake up, I reached out my arm and turned off my alarm and started to get out of bed. I put on my slippers and my dressing gown on and headed into the bathroom and started getting ready for the day ahead. Around 8am I was finished and made my way downstairs. While walking down the hallway of her house she could smell the sizzling delicious smell of bacon cooking coming from the kitchen. When the kitchen comes into view she see her dad and mum standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast together. I make my way over to the kitchen table and start to pour myself a glass of orange juice that was already on the table.
“Morning sweetie.” Mum said when she saw me walking across the room.
“Morning.” I say before drinking half of my glass.
“How did you sleep last night?” Mum asked
“I had a good night sleep.” I replied.
We went along with our morning. Around 8pm I was all ready for the party and texted everyone I was ready and was about to leave to pick everybody up. I made my way downstairs and picked up my car keys from the bowl and walked into the living room.
“I’m about to leave. I’ll try and get home before midnight ok. I’ll text you when we leave the party so you don’t have to worry ok.” I say from the doorway to my dad.
“That’s ok sweetie. We’re not going anywhere tonight so we’ll be home.” He replied.
I got in my car, I collected everyone from their houses and made it to Justin’s house. I parked my car on his street and we all made our way inside.
“Um.. 11:45 at the car.” I say so we all agree on a time to head home.
“Now let’s have some fun.” Matt said while he came closer to me to give me a kiss under my ear, which caused me to giggle.
We all spent our night dancing around the backyard drinking. I only have 1 drink and stayed drinking cola and water for the rest of the night. The party was in full swing and everyone was drinking and dancing and were having a good time. It currently 11:45pm when we got in the car and left the party.
We all got in the car still laughing and having fun from the night that had just happened. I drove for about 10 minutes to Veronica house where I was dropping her off and Selena since she was staying over at her house next was Bram, then it was just Tyler, Matt and me. I was currently sitting at a red light singing along to the radio and just being our normal selves. After about 2 minutes light changed to green and I slowly started to move. When I reached the middle of the intersection of the road, out of the corner of my eye I could suddenly see bright white lights coming straight to us and hitting the car from the passenger side. The place were Matt was sitting. At first I didn’t know what to do. Blood was coming down my head from where I hit it on my door window. Matt wasn’t moving or talking and sight was getting shorter and shorter. The last thing I remember before I passed out was that I could see flashing lights and hear sirens.
It had been awhile since Ashley’s had been really happy. At the end of the last school year she was not in the right space of mind. She has been hurting. Hurting herself and then one night she messed up and go caught by her mother and that’s when she knew her life was going to change for the good. That’s when Ashley broke down, and told all her secrets to her mother, she told her everything about she felt alone and that she wasn’t pretty enough and loads more. Over a 30 minute span her mother had found out a lot that she had missed. Her own daughter was hurting herself. She wasn’t eating properly, she was hiding food in her room and keeping diary tracking her weight and noting down what she had ate that day, and how much she needed to work out or throw up to stay at the “perfect weight” she was currently at. She was cutting herself and not really sleeping. At this point in her life, on a conscious level, she new what she was doing was wrong. She knew if she kept doing this to herself she would die, but she didn’t want to listen to that voice in her head, she was only listening to the negative one. Ashley wanted to get help but didn’t want anyone to know as she didn’t want to be seen any differently in their eyes. So her mother and father got in contact with a treatment centre in Chicago, it was a very well recommended facility and 2 weeks before school ended she flew to Chicago with her mother to the centre and got checked in. Danneel stayed in Chicago for about a week before heading back home, she also promised to keep people from knowing her secrets. Since her siblings were quite young she knew her parents wouldn’t have told them anything about what was really going on and come up with a little lie about me going away to a summer camp that I wanted to go to at the beginning of the school year. However she was at a treatment centre in Chicago. She will be spending the next 6 weeks getting help for what she has been going through in silence for so long. During her time there she was going to be going to therapy sessions, group therapy sessions. She would get a balanced meal to help with weight gain. She couldn’t eat alone as she was used to eat very little in her normal day to day life. This was the next 6 weeks of her life and she needed to get better. This is Ashley Ackles story, and what lead her to this place in her life
Warnings: Swearing, Injury, Mentions of Drinking, Anxiety, Mentions of a Break In, Sweet!Misha, Sweet!Funny!Smartass!Jared, Sweet!Funny!Protective!Flirty!Irritated!Jensen (Just Jensen all the way around)
Words: 6,133
Summary: Being a makeup artist on set for the last fourteen years has had it’s perks. You’ve been close with all the stars that have stepped through your trailer, but Jared and Jensen have definitely made more visits than most. After something turns your life upside down before Thanksgiving, One of your amazing friends is quick to help.
This is for Kayla’s { @one-shots-supernatural } Autumn Challenge. My prompts were Apple Cider, Pumpkin Carving and Thanksgiving.
I’m WAY overdue to getting this out, but of course since it’s Kayla’s challenge, I’ve had a straight shot of being able to talk to her about it. Though it’s crazy late, she’s still excited for it and I hope you all enjoy it!!
Summary: Jensen’s held up his ‘family/good guy’ image for a long time. When that image is gone or threated, then he’s forced to do something he really doesn’t want to do. Can he learn to love her before it’s too late, and can she forgive him for the way he’s treated her since the bigging?
Chapter Warnings: Language, Mentions of smut, but m/m and m/f. Smoking. Dick bag industry men. Mentions of breakup/divorce. Mentions of alcohol consumption. Mention of Anonymous smut.
Word Count: 2708
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!
She only drinks coffee at midnight, but the moment is not right,
And the timing is quite unusual…
You see her confidence is tragic, but her intuition magic
The shape of her body, unusual…
Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood balancing a coffee carrier tray with two Grande Black Americanos in one hand, a stack of paperwork that Mr. Carter needed to sign before he met with the new group for the Vampire Diaries reboot in the other, and her cell phone on top of it all in the middle of the climbing elevator, humming alone to the song as it played loudly overhead in the small cubicle in an attempt to calm her own nerves.
She didn’t mind the fact that they played ‘classic’ hits in leu of elevator music here, in fact, it was honestly one of the perks.
Y/N had been working for the talent agency for less than three months, but she had found favor somehow with the head talent search manager, Mr. Carter, right away, and he took her on as a personal assistant. She fetched his coffee for him before meetings with celebrities. She busted paperwork from one end of the building to another. She picked up his dry cleaning, whatever he wanted.
It wasn’t a horrible job, especially when she was still deciding if she wanted to go back to college to finish her business major that she had dropped out on, or if she wanted to change career paths all together and become a vet. She was only twenty-three years old. She felt like she still had time to figure out what she wanted to do in her life, and right now, bringing Mr. Carter’s coffee to him and trying to find herself were the only priorities she really wanted. She didn’t want to rush into a life changing decision. Not really. Not yet. Not when it was something as big as a lifelong commitment like a career. That’s exactly why her mom said she’d never be anything. She was always too indecisive, never wanted to take a chance. She was always afraid she’d live to regret something she couldn’t change. Y/N’s therapist said it was a form of OCD. She thought they just all needed to leave her alone and let her live her own life however she saw fit to live it. Even if she decided just to bus coffee and paperwork for the rest of her life. If she was happy doing it, that’s all that mattered.
The elevator door dinged loudly and open as the chorus of Meet Virginia started to play, and She stepped out into the crowded hallway that would eventually lead her to Mr. Carter’s office at the end of it all. .
As soon as her foot hit the top landing, her cell phone lit up with Mr. Carter’s name, and she sighed before answering her phone, doing her best to balance everything and bring the device up to her ear without dropping the coffee and paperwork all over everyone’s shoes as she dogged people that pushed by her as if she were invisible.
“Yes sir, Mr. Carter. I’m almost at your office,” she answered the phone, knowing he had a client that was in there and was probably annoyed it was taking her so long to bring up their coffee orders.
“Great,” Mr. Carter said, “And while you’re on your way here, stop at the receptionist desk outside my office and tell her I won’t be taking anymore meetings this morning, and to reschedule VD interviews, this meeting is going to run a little long.”
“Yes sir,” she responded breathily, hanging up her phone and picking up the pace towards Heather’s desk at the end of the hallway outside of Mr. Carter’s door.
Y/N had just regained her balance as she came to a skidding halt at Heather’s desk, taking an exhausted breath as she sat down the paperwork, and swore under her breath.
“Busy morning?” Heather chucked, taking in her disheveled state.
“You could say that,” she affirmed, reaching for the sealed paperwork she handed Y/N from the printer, and adding it to her pile. “Who’s he got in there?”
Y/N had heard of Jensen, seen his pictures all over the office as well as the internet. She even watched Supernatural and Smallville, but she had yet to meet the man most of the females in the office coined as, 'his deliciousness’.
“Well, Mr. Carter just said to cancel the Vampire Diaries interviews for today, as well as anything else on his schedule. The meeting apparently is gonna run long.”
“Oh,” Heather said, suddenly becoming very busy with her computer. “Well, you better get in there then. You know how he is when he doesn’t get his coffee on time.”
“Tell me about it,” Y/N huff as she regathered her load of paperwork and coffee after stowing she phone safely into her back pocket this time.
A lot of people thought Mr. Carter was a little demanding, and sure, maybe he was, but he didn’t get this high up in the industry because he was a candy ass, and she respected him for it.
Without bothering to knock, seeing as she was expecting, she pushed the door open and stepped inside the office, noting the smell of cigarette smoke that lingered in the air, but choosing to ignore it. The man was never going to quit smoking, no matter how much she bitched about it being bad for his health.
“Sorry It took me so long Mr. Carter,” she said, sitting the paperwork on his disk, and passing the coffee cup to him before turning her attention to the handsome actor that was sitting across the desk from her boss, arms folded, and a look of utter disgust on his face as he stared holes into the floor, only shaking his head when she offered him the coffee, but not making eye contact with her at all. So she just sat it within his reach on the desk in front of him in the event he decided to change his mind.
For someone that was so damn handsome, he was rude. Chris Evans was nicer than he was. So far, Jensen Ackles has not made a good impression on her. Handsome looks meant little to her if the personality of the individual was crap.
“It’s okay Y/N, why don’t you take a seat next to Jensen here, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” Mr. Carter stated coolly, and she could tell by the tone in his voice something was up. It made her nervous to say the least.
“Y/N, I’m going to make you an offer, that well, you can’t really refuse,” Mr. Carter continued as she sat down slowly, glancing at Jensen as she did so, and she swore for a moment the man was going to burst into tears before he wrapped it up, and became suddenly interested in the wall opposite him.
“Okay, I’m listening,” she answer, turning her attention back to her boss, who passed her a set of very compromising photos of Jensen and two very naked strangers, causing her eyes to widen and her to blush as she dropped the photos on the desk like they were going to burst into flames.
“As you can see, Jensen here has gotten himself into a bit of a pickle,” Mr. Carter said, sitting back in his chair and watching her closely, she suddenly could feel the handsome actor’s eyes on her, but she refused to meet his gaze; choosing instead to keep her focus on Mr. Carter.
“I’m sorry Mr. Carter, but what does that have to do with me?”
Mr. Carter straightened up in his chair, fixing his tie as he did so.
“Look, Y/N, I like you a lot. You’re a level headed girl with a good heart. You care about people, even my old, grumpy ass. They just don’t make them like you anymore, not in Hollywood.”
Y/N sat there silently, wondering if he was about to fire her, swallowing thickly around nothing.
“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to come right out with it. Mr. Ackles here,” he stated with a little distaste before turning his focus back to her, “took it upon himself to have a night out and get fucked in front of an open widow facing a busy LA strip where thousands of people could see him, and now, the company has to revamp his image.”
“Okay,” she answered, nodding slowly, thinking that maybe she needed to go get more paperwork or something. But the relief was short-lived. “Where do I come in here?”
“Jensen has built his reputation on being a family man. He’s had a successful career so far in his life since he was very young. I’m sure you’ve seen him in pictures in my office, and I can state with confidence that aside from this knuckleheaded incident pictured here, he’s a pretty good guy.”
Mr. Carter stood suddenly, and made his way around the desk, sitting on the corner closest to Y/N. Jensen remained quiet, but she could see him fidgeting out of the corner of her eye. It made her incredibly nervous. She thought she might know where this was going, but there was no way, shit like that only happened in movies, right? It was a rumor that these things happened in Hollywood, surely that’s all. It wasn’t real.
“Y/N, what we need here is for Jensen to shake off some of the Hollywood stigma from his image. He was married to a girl that worked in the industry and was an actor for years. They are now divorced, he had this little meltdown that landed him in my office, and because he was seen, we need to reset that family man image that’s working for him for the entirety of his career. The agency, as well as myself, has requested that Jensen marry a woman that’s… well, more a girl next door. Someone that’s not in the business per say, but someone that’s just an average girl. Someone Hollywood hasn’t corrupted, and that someone, well, Y/N… that someone is you.”
Y/N choked on thin air as her eyes shot from Mr. Carter to Jensen, who looked at her for the first time with a blank, emotionless look on his face. His features literally looked like they were carved from stone. They were cold, there was no warmth to them at all. And, while she wasn’t a betting person, she was willing to bet that he didn’t exactly like this plan.
“Mr… Mr. Carter? I… I… Wait a minute!” she suddenly shouted as her brain caught up with the fact that she wasn’t dreaming, and this was really happening. Y/N stood up and backed away from the two men slightly, Jensen turned to look at her with a dark smirk on his face, and it sent a shiver down her spine, and not the kind one would read about in a smut novel.
“You want me, me, of all fucking people, to fake marry him?!” She yelled, pointing at Jensen accusingly.
“Well,” Mr. Carter stated, “No, no, not exactly. We want you to literally marry Jensen. You will be his wife, and he will be your husband, in a biblical sense as well as in the public eye. He is going to be your real, living and breathing husband.”
Y/N’s eyes shot to Jensen, who was still sitting there with a sarcastic and, albeit, bitter, look on his face and a wave of his hand over himself. “It’s your lucky day, sweetheart.”
“But, but, we don’t even know one another. We can’t get married! You’re way out of my league, and while I’m gathering that’s the point here, no one is going to believe this marriage is real,” Y/N argued, and Mr. Carter took her hand and guided her back to your seat as Jensen suddenly stood and brushed harshly past her to the small liquor bar Mr. Carter kept in his office. She was pretty sure he murmured something about her being an ‘ungrateful bitch’, but her mind was too frazzled to focus on it, or call him out on it.
“It will work Y/N. This is exactly what the public wants! The girl next door makes the handsome actor fall in love with her! A whole, modern day Cinderella story. They will buy it hook, line, and sinker. Besides, who gets married for love nowadays? Being married to Jensen could open up all kinds of opportunities for you. You wanna go back to school? Travel? Hell, whatever you want! The sky’s the limit! Plus, you get to crawl in bed with him every night. You don’t necessarily get the short end of the stick here.”
“I don’t know,” she told him, keeping her back to Jensen, even though she could feel him boring holes into the back of her head as he leaned against the little bar in the office with his whiskey.
“You know Y/N, I think you should be grateful,” Jensen stated, his voice cold and hard as it sounded suddenly from behind her. “You know how many women would pay to be in your shoes?”
Mr. Carter shot Jensen a look that said every bit of, ‘shut the fuck up and drink you drink,’ before turning his gaze back to you.
“Y/N, the reason I chose you for this is because I trust you can do it. This is an opportunity of a lifetime, take it sweetheart, take a chance. You never know, you might even fall in love with each other.”
“Doubt it,” Jensen snorted, and Mr. Carter shot him another glar.
“Just ignore him, he’s mad at me, not you.” Mr. Carter assured her, but she didn’t believe him, not really.
“And If I say no?” she asked, and Mr. Carter looked down at his lap for a moment before looking back up at her.
“Then you’d be turning down an opportunity of a lifetime. But it’s your choice.”
Her eyes shifted back to Jensen, who came and sat down next to her, eyes still staring unfeeling at her. It was unnerving. Unnatural. It was like looking into the eyes of a soulless person.
“And if I agree to this, how long do I have before we have to get married?” She asked, and Mr. Carter looked at Jensen, before looking back at her.
“Well… tomorrow,” Mr. Carter said, as Jensen dug a small ring box from his pocket, and tossed it at her. She opened it to find the biggest, most gorgeous diamond ring she had ever seen nuzzled inside, and had she not been in a state of shock before, she would have been now for sure. She was pretty sure she’d never held anything in her hand that was that expensive.”You will be married at the courthouse, justice of the peace, myself, Jensen, and his dad will be there to witness, the announcement will be made from there once it’s over and done to the public.”
“We can work out all of the other details once this is done,” Jensen butted in. “Where we will be living, work for you if you chose to go back to it, etc. So what do you say Y/N, are you gonna take the leap with me? Or are you gonna walk out of that door right now, and miss out on an opportunity that most people would sell their soul for?”
There was something about Jensen’s voice. Something cold, something that told her he hated her. Really hated her. But, there was a little something, a little spark in her heart as his hand touched her own. It said to take a chance. Even if it was hard to do. Even if it hurts for a while. Take a chance, for once in her life. Take a fucking chance.
@quiddy-writes had asked me what my favourite character to write was and my favourite trope or whatever it be, and asked me to do something with it as her request. So thank you to Katie!
Summary: Y/N calls Jensen late one night, things are getting too tough for her to handle on her own and she’s in desperate need of someone. Even if it’s a co-star. Sometimes, we all need a friend.
A/N: I guess this one is personal. Special thank you to a co-worker, who talked through some of this with me and made me feel normal.. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
This is going to be a mini series. Because you can’t fix everything overnight.
The phone rang three times until you heard the deep gruff voice at the other end. You weren’t even sure you should be calling him. It was late for one, and the likelihood of waking him up were high up there, even though he did answer. Then there was the fact that he probably had to get up at a decent hour to get to work in the morning, which was another thing to take into consideration. Why did you think this was a good idea?”
