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Possible news on my series rewrite!!
I’m considering creating a website that is solely devoted to my SPN series rewrite “Wayward Hearts”. I think it might be fun to have it available almost as a book, to post art I’ve made, fan art I’ve gotten (which still blows my mind), share my writing process, and make it an all around experience for those who want to dive back into the Supernatural world.
I’ll keep you all updated :)
Chapter 9
Summary: Jensen’s held up his ‘family/good guy’ image for a long time. When that image is gone or threaten, 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 beginning?
Chapter Warnings: Angst, Things are discussed, Could it be we find some common ground?
Word Count:3240
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!
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The first thing that made sense to Y/N as she started to wake with the light of the morning filtering through the window, was the pounding headache probably brought on by the amount of wine she’d drank at the restaurant last night. Second was the fact that her mouth was so dry it felt as if it had somehow turned into the Sahara Desert overnight, again, most likely the wine. Last, but not least, was that she was alone in the bed.
Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure that Jensen ever came to bed last night at all. He was the one that suggested that they share a bed after all, but it seemed he had chickened out. In fact, after their little fight at the restaurant, if you could call it that, they had had much more spectacular fights in their short time together, he’d barely said a word to her at all. He just changed silently into his pj’s after his shower, and then made his way to the living room area of the little home, and sat down alone in the dark on the couch.
Y/N was so mentally and physically exhausted that she didn’t care much last night whether or not he came to bed. She just showered once he’d finished and fell face first on the side of the bed she’d designated as ‘her side’, and fell asleep hard. She didn’t remember feeling him ever join her in the bed last night at all now that she thought of it
She rolled herself over slowly, cracking one of her eyes as she pulled the covers far enough away from her face to look around the room, no Jensen, but he wasn’t far, the open door revealed him sitting on the same couch she’d left him on last night, a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand, and his hair a mess. The clock on the wall told her that it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet and he was already drinking, great.
She laid back down into the cocoon of pillows and blankets around her with a huff, not ready to get out of bed and face him just yet.
She really didn’t understand why he’d had the reaction he’d had last night to their little spat. Maybe she’d gone too far when she’d threatened to leave him and go back to California, but honestly, who in their right mind would tolerate being treated the way he’d treated her? What did he expect from her? She’d gone a hell of a lot easier on him than he deserved, that was for sure, and she just wasn’t ready to accept his apology yet and sooth his ego, because honestly, he was going to have to prove just how sorry he was to her. Words at this point meant nothing.
She was just about to give up on her stewing and drag herself out of bed to face the music when his phone rang, and she froze in place.
Jensen signed heavily, apparently not very happy to see the person’s name on the other end of the screen, and swore under his breath, which made her chest tighten with fear of just what could be on the other line.
“Hello,” his deep, whisky rough voice answered, Y/N strained to hear who was on the other end of the line, literally holding her breath.
“Hey mom… Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.”
Suddenly Y/N felt horrible for listening in on his conversation, and started to get up and out of bed, but she was afraid he’d see her and think she was Eve’s dropping on purpose. Damn him for renting such a small house!!
“No,” he said after a pause. “We’re in Hawaii.”
Y/N remembered Jensen telling her that even his parents didn’t know where he was taking her, she guessed he wasn’t as big of a lair as she tagged him to be after all.
“I don’t think so mom,” he said after a long moment. “I really have messed this up from the beginning. I don’t think there’s a way of fixing it.”
“Yeah, Yeah, I know that…”
Y/N didn’t want to lift the covers to check for sure, but she was almost sure she could hear his voice crack as if he were crying? Maybe it was just the fact that it was so early and he was already drinking that made his voice rough. Maybe she was overthinking things. Fuck she really did not want to invade his privacy this way, she felt like she’d already done that enough when she was forced on him the way she was, but she felt more and more trapped the longer the conversation went on.
After a long pause of what Y/N was sure was Jensen’s mother lecturing him for whatever, good or bad because she could not hear to be certain, Jensen let out a long, deep breath, and cleared his throat.
“I know, I’m going to try, but I can’t make anyone any promises… No, we haven’t, but an annulment is going to be completely up to her. I’m not going to make her stay with someone like me, but I’m not going to ask her to leave either. Maybe that’s a little bit of a dick move, but our choice has been taken away from us so much in this whole situation that I’m going to let her have this one.”
The lump that gathered in Y/N’s throat was so impressive that she almost had to cough before she could swallow again.
He sounded so done, so defeated. She’d not heard this side of him before, even when he came home completely waisted and was so hung over the next day he spent most of the day hanging over the toilet.
“If she decides to stay with me I’ll talk to her about it when we get home… Sure, I’ll let you know… Love you too.”
Y/N heard the phone drop to the table and Jensen sighed again as he sat back on the small loveseat. She knew she couldn’t hide away in the bed forever, so she waited a beat to make it look as if she wasn’t listening in on his phone call, and sat up slowly in the bed, with the movement his red rimmed eyes shot to her and back down to his lap as he started to chew on his lower lip and twisting his glass in his hand as if he were nervous.
It took all the will power in her to stand up from that bed and make her way into the small living space where he was sitting. Not because she was afraid of him, not really, it was because she was afraid of the conversation that was surely coming. It was going to be a make or break, because if she decided to stay with him, then there was no going back for her, this was it, she was in it for life, especially if he held true to what he told his mother and didn’t file for the annulment himself.
Looking at the man as she walked into the room and sat down in the small chair across from him, the glass coffee table sitting in between them like a battle line drawn, ready for one of them to look up and cross it, she was almost certain that if she walked out of her right now and never looked back, it would distroy him, or he would do something really stupid and distroy himself. Either way there was no good outcome for him. It was just something her gut was telling her. The man was ready to end it all if she left him. It was just something she just knew. Mentally, he wasn’t well.
“We need to talk,” he said after a moment of silence passed between them, keeping his eyes low and twisting the empty crystal glass between his fingers.
“Yeah, we do,” she agreed, “and this time let’s try to do it like adults and not like petty children or yelling at one another.”
Jensen nodded, but didn’t look up. Instead he just continued to speak mostly to his knees. It made him look so much smaller than she’d ever thought possible with such a tall, thick, brooding of a man.
“I’m not going to apologize to you again for how I’ve acted, because every time I try to apologize to you we end up in another fight,” he stated as if he’d given this a lot of long thought. “I understand why you don’t want to forgive me, not that I ever really asked you too, and I understand why you don’t believe me. There’s nothing I can say or do to change that.”
Y/N sat silently and watched as a range of emotions passed over his face before he looked out of the window, and ran a hand down his face before looking her in the eyes for the first time since she’d sat down. Then there it was again. That dark, soulless, shell of a person staring back at her just like it had the first day she’d met him in Mr. Carter’s office.
“If you want to leave, I’ll book your flight back to LA and I’ll pay for the annulment once you’ve filed it,” he continued. “I’m not going to try and do anything to take you down or hurt your reputation. I’ll make sure that Mr. Carter gives you your job back, and I’ll pay for whatever collateral damage having been with me probably has caused. It’s solely my fault that we are even in this mess to begin with, so I’m the one that should take responsibility for it.”
“And, if I choose to stay,” she asked in a small voice, and she was taken aback by the tears that formed in his eyes that he refused to let fall. It was the first real emotion that he’d shown since she’d met the man, even if he wasn’t looking at her again.
“I don’t understand why you would,” Jensen stated matter of factly with a confused expression on his face, “but I’m not going to twist your arm to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Okay,” Y/N nodded, taking the approach to this conversation that was probably more appropriate for a child than a grown man, but talking to Jensen this way always felt like a ticking time bomb, and if you stepped wrong or said somethting to set him off this conversation was going to go no where. “Well, my next question is, do you want me to stay?”
“Why does it matter what I want?” Jensen inquired, turning his head slightly as he looked at her like she was nuts.
“Just, humor me,” she said, face as stoney as his own. “Tell me the truth, do you want me to stay here, or do you want me to go back to California and file for an annulment?”
Jensen swallowed thickly, his eyes shifting nervously. She could tell by the look on his tired face this was not the direction he anticipated the conversation going when he started it.
“I… I don’t really want you to leave,” he admitted reluctantly after a moment.
Y/N nodded again, watching him as if he could explode at any moment.
“And is that becau-”
“It’s not because I’d lose my career if that’s what you’re about to say,” Jensen interrupted, looking down and scratching at his hair harshly with his free hand.
Y/N could tell he was getting irritated, and she didn’t want him to turn this into a fight, but she was really curious now as to why he wanted her to stay. It was certainly not the answer she’d been expecting.
“Then, can you enlighten me? Because so far all I’ve got from you since I walked into Mr. Carter’s office is that you don’t want anything to do with me.”
Jensen nodded, a grim look on his face and just shook his head, clearly he was not done with this conversation already, but they kept dancing around one another and didn’t get things straight between them, then things were just going to get worse and worse between them, she knew that. So like it or not, if he wanted her to stay, he needed to level with her.
“Did Mr. Carter tell you how you ended up with me?” Jensen questioned, searching her face as she sat there silently across from him.
“Because you got caught with two randoms in a motel room,” she retorted, turning her head thoughtfully, “possibly ruining your reputation and your career.”
“Yeah, that’s what I did, but did he tell you why he chose you to marry me, and not any of the other fifty women in the office working that day?”
Y/N blinked in confusion, and Jensen snorted, shaking his head in disgust as he stood and made his way over to the small island that separated the living area from the kitchen where the whiskey bottle he’d been drinking from sat. Y/N wanted to call him out on the fact that it wasn’t even noon yet, but she knew better than to push him that far.
“He said that the industry wanted me to marry, and these are his words, not mine, ‘under my league.’ Literally the girl next door makes the handsome actor fall for her, some Cinderella bullshit or something like that, and I promise you, I’m softening the blow here, he was not near as nice as I just said it,” Jensen said as he flopped back down on the small couch.
Y/N swallowed thickly, blinking back the tears that suddenly wanted to spring forth without her permission. She had trusted and respected Mr. Carter. Learning this hurt, it hurt a lot, and she could tell by the look on Jensen’s face he wasn’t lying, not that he had a reason too.
“Why are you telling me this?” Y/N asked, “What? Kick the dog while she’s down? What does that have to do with the reason you’d want me to stay?”
“I never said you were a dog,” Jensen corrected her. “He literally gave me no other choice. PR marriages are a thing in Hollywood, everyone knows it. Usually they pair you with another actor or someone else in the industry, but he said they literally wanted to ‘shake the Hollywood off of me’. It– made me so angry. They took my choice away. Our choice. They forced us into something that just…”
Jensen let his sentence trail off and closed his eyes as he tried to pull back his own emotions but failed miserably as a stray tear started to leak down his face before he looked her in the eye again.
“I don’t really know why I want you to stay, and that’s the truth. But you did have a right to know what happened the day you walked into that office.”
Jensen reached up to run his hand down his face again, and this time she was paying attention as his shirt lifted slightly, revealing thin cuts along his inner bicep, and she instinctively reached for his arm for a better look, he jumped back as if she had tried to burn him, and she dropped her hand into her lap, pulling his shirt back down quickly.
“Jensen, if this is even going to work at all, you’re going to have to start treating me like a human. You said it yourself, what I would really have to go back to in California if I did leave isn’t much better than what I have here. So I’m not going to go anywhere, but if you ever, and I mean EVER raise a hand to me again, I’m gone.”
Jensen nodded, before sitting his glass down on the coffee table between them with a shaky hand.
“Have you slept at all?” she asked, watching his movements.
“I laid down on the floor for a while, but I didn’t sleep really,” he admitted, his hand ideally going to up to rub his arm where she’d seen the cuts. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know how they got there, and for the first time she didn’t see him as a monster, but she saw him as someone who was hurting, and had been hurt, really REALLY bad. That didn’t excuse the way he’d treated her, but it did make her worry about just how deep this rabbit whole really went, or just how mentally he might be, and to scared to too stubborn to ask for help.
“Jensen, you didn’t have to lay on the floor, you said we could share the bed, but if you didn’t want to sleep next to me then I probably could have made the couch work –”
“That’s not it,” Jensen said, “I just knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep and I didn’t see the point of keeping you awake and miserable with me.”
Y/N reached for him again, and Jensen flinched away before mumbling something that sounded like ‘sorry’, before standing to his feet.
“Maybe I should try to go and lay down for a little while and get at least an hour of sleep, then if you want we can go for a walk down by the water just to get out of this little house for a little bit.”
Y/N nodded, and let him get up and make his way over to the only bed in the room.
She didn’t want to feel sorry for him, she wanted to be mad at him, make him suffer, but maybe he was already suffering enough on his own without her help, and the scary part about it is she didn’t think there was a chance in hell he was going to let her pull him out. He’d gladly just drown.
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Chapter 26
Summary: Raised in a cult, married at a young age, and divorced after catching your husband cheating on you with your neighbor, you decide to leave behind everything you know after you lose everything you love, and start over again. Who knew one little stop at a gas station would change everything?
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Chapter Warnings: Angst, sickness, talk of being sick, anxiety, pregnancy, nervous reader.
Word Count: 1704
A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d. It was at one time posted on Wattpad. In fact, it’s the first fic I’ve ever written. Which is why I wanted to correct and revisit it now that I’ve got more experience under my belt, and I’ve grown as a writer. Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one!
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“You’re pregnant, Ms. Y/L/N…”
You couldn’t think straight, time itself seemed to stand still. For a split second, nothing made sense but the fact that she just said you were pregnant. Somehow, impossibly, the correction made to Jensen’s reversal worked, and you were pregnant.
You sat there staring at the nurse, mouth hanging open, Jensen’s head still resting on your shoulder sound asleep from the amount of drugs they’d pumped into him, and completely dumbstruck.
“That’s…that’s impossible. They said at his last appointment his sperm count was still almost non-existent,” you stuttered out. “We just had it checked before we left Austin. There was only like…two live sperm in the whole sample. The doctor said his count might increase from the epididymal dysfunction over time with vitamins and other medications, but he said it could take years…not a few weeks.”
“You said he had two live, and all it takes is one at the right time to get pregnant. Sure, it’s rare, it’s hard, but it does happen. Bloodwork doesn’t lie, and according to the amount of hormones found in your body I’m guessing you’re close to four weeks pregnant or so,” she said, keeping her voice low as you had, clearly trying to keep Jensen asleep as well. He’d been through a lot.
“I would schedule an appointment with your OBGYN as soon as possible, they can do a scan and tell you for sure how far along you are,” she continued. “Here is a copy of the results of the bloodwork showing you’re pregnant, and again, congratulations to both of you. I’ll be around early tomorrow to check on him and sign the discharge papers.”
With that she turned her on heels and walked out of the room, leaving you staring at the impossible blood test results in your trembling hands, your heart wanting to believe it, but fear of losing this too as it was still so early gripping you, and keeping you grounded to the fact that this impossible miracle could be fleeting.
You sat there staring at the paperwork for what was probably hours, just radiating with a mixture of shock and joy. How the hell you were going to tell Jensen was still a heavy hanging question as well. You knew he’d be thrilled to death, but still, how do you even begin to explain this to him? You knew he wouldn’t accuse you of being unfaithful to him. You were literally with him all of the time. You didn’t have time to have an affair. He’d wanted this so bad…
The phone rang shrilly next to you on the table, and you jumped to retrieve it to keep it from waking Jensen up, the caller ID notifying you that it was Jared. Then it hit you, no one knew you were here, you hadn’t called anyone.
“Hello,” you answer as quietly as you could, kicking yourself for being so stupid.
“Y/N! Is everything alright?! We heard the hospital called the staff and was questioned about what everyone had for dinner today, and that Jensen was now in the hospital too! What the hell is going on?”
You could hear the panic in his voice, and knew he was pissed at you for not telling him. You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a tired huff, trying to keep your voice low, the only thing you’d been able to focus on was Jensen being sick, and now the most recent news…it was a lot to process…
“Yeah, we’re here at the hospital. He got sick when we pulled up in the driveway. I called an ambulance. They found out he had Salmonella poisoning, from the chicken they think. He’s going to be fine. They’re keeping him overnight to rehydrate him and make sure his nausea is under control. We should be going home in the morning. I’m sorry I didn’t call you. Things just all happened so fast that I haven’t really had a chance to call anyone.”
Jared took a long, slow breath, clearly trying to calm his nerves. “Thank God he’s okay,” he murmured. “Word started to spread that the hospital called the directors, and that there was bad food under the food tent. I know a lot of people are sick right now. Thank God you, me and Misha didn’t eat the chicken. I’ll spread the word that he’s okay, and Gen and I will come by there in the morning to help you get him home and settled. I’m sure he’s still gonna be rough for a few days,” he said, and you were more than a little grateful for the help right now, especially considering you were still reeling from the news you weren’t even sure if you could tell anyone yet.
“I’d appreciate that,” you tell him. “They said he could feel sick for up to a week or maybe two before he gets it completely out of his system and back to normal. So I’m sure the ride home tomorrow will be no fun for him.”
“Fuck, that sucks,” Jared said, you could almost hear the shutter in his voice.
“Yeah, tell me about it. When he was awake just now all he could worry about was throwing behind the filming schedule. He’s not going to be happy.”
“Well,” Jared said, an almost dark chuckle to his voice. “You can tell him we’re probably going to be shut down for a week at least anyway, so he can just calm down about that and get better. You both get some sleep tonight and I’ll see you both first thing.”
You didn’t know exactly how well you’d sleep. You hated hospitals, and now, all you could think about was there was this little life growing inside of you. This little piece of you and Jensen. It wasn’t going to make sleep come easy.
The next morning, Jared, Misha, Rob, and Gen were all crammed into the room you and Jensen had spent the night in. Jensen was now awake, and seemed to be feeling a lot better than he had last night. His nausea was under control, in fact, it didn’t seem to be there at all unless he got up moving around any, so staying in bed was a must. He did seem glad to see everyone, and for him, it was a welcomed distraction. Now, all you needed were the discharge paperwork, and you could both go home.
“I mean, this goes without saying,” Misha said, sitting in the middle of the floor between two chairs like a child. “There are better ways to get a vacation dude.”
“Well, you knew me,” Jensen said, glaring at him. “I love to live on the edge, asshole.”
Misha stuck his tongue out at him, and Jensen rolled his eyes, looking back towards you, who was sitting on the bed next to him.
“When are they gonna spring us out of here baby, I desperately want to take a shower and die in my own bed.”
“She said the paperwork would be done within the hour,” you assured him, putting your hand on his chest to stop him from getting out of bed and getting sick again.
“Well, you guys, this has been fun,” Rob said, “unlike some of us though, I got to get to work.”
Jensen looked over to Rob, an almost regretful look on his face.
“I’m sorry this has all thrown back filming,” he said, “If I wouldn’t have gotten sick, then we could keep the schedule at least somewhat intact.”
Rob put his hand up to stop Jensen in his tracks, “No man, don’t even talk like that. This was out of your control, there was no way you’d known that would have made you sick like that. Just focus on getting better. This gives SPN time to film extras and back stories, the whole set isn’t out of work, and you could use the break anyway. I’ll text you later to check on you and keep you updated.”
Jensen waved him off and Rob closed the door behind. Leaving a sulking Jensen on the bed. He always felt like he had to fix everything, even things he had no control over, or weren’t even his fault.
“It’s all gonna be fine,” Jared said, reading his friend like an open book. “Just get better, the rest will work itself out.”
Before Jensen had time to argue, the nurse returned with the discharge papers and started to remove his IV. You decided since Jared was with him, you’d take what little bit of things you had there with you to the car, and pull it under the hang so that he wouldn’t have to roll through the parking garage in a wheelchair. Gen followed you, needing to get out of the cramped room. She hated doctors and hospitals just as much as you did.
Once the elevator doors were shut, and you were both alone, she turned to you grinning. “So, while you were outside earlier, I found something very interesting while looking for Jensen’s cell in your purse,” she said, an almost mischievous grin on her face. She was damn near bouncing in place.
You didn’t have to guess very hard to know what she found, and you groaned as you covered your face with your hands.
“Please Gen, you can’t tell anyone! Not even Jared! I want to surprise Jensen, but I want to wait until he’s better to do it. Hell, I don’t even know how I’m going to do it yet,” you tell her, and she squeals as she throws her arms around your neck.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” she said, releasing you from the bone cruising hug. “I do expect to get auntie privileges as well as God Mama privileges, cause this is gonna be a hard secret to keep!”
She practically bounced out the elevator and skipped towards the car, not speaking again until you were both safely inside.
“So, how far along are you?” she asked, turning in her seat as you put the car in park.
“Only about four weeks they think,” you tell her. “I might need your help figuring out how to tell Jensen.”
Her eyes lit up in a way that only describes a child on Christmas morning as she clapped and squealed in her seat! “I have the perfect idea!!!!”
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Chapter 1
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!
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Your POV:
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?”
“Jensen Ackles,” Heather answered, fanning herself dramatically.
Y/N snorted, shaking her head as she did so.
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.
“Okay, Okay, I’ll do it.”
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Jensen’s Babes
Best. Birthday. Ever.
SPN Fanfic
Characters - Sam x Dean x Jessica
Summary - Sam orchestrates a special birthday evening for the two most important people in his life.
Word Count - 4,697
A/N - I finally wrote this time stamp for my ‘19 Wincest Big Bang!! Theres a very steamy, gorgeous art piece by @lotrspnfangirl toward the end (very NSFW!) which I LOVE!! The aesthetic and the (terrible) edit it the end, were done by me.
This also covers my @spnkinkbingo square for Face Fucking.
Warnings - there’s a lot, all tagged in Ao3. Stanford era, squirting, face riding, threesome, anal sex, brother incest… Y'all know the drill
Read it on Ao3
Spoiler!
The Winchester brothers.
If you want to ask for a collage on fandoms or parirings, I don’t mind, I’ll do what you want ;’)
Season 1 of Supernatural: Wow, demons. That’s pretty out of our league, man.
Season 13: Family includes son of Satan, casually hanging out with dinosaurs.
