Last year, I started this bingo as a follower celebration. I never would have thought that an amazing bonds and friendships would be formed. So I’ve decided to run this challenge again, and am opening it up to new participants. A bingo to challenge to write a story!
Tell Me a Story… your story!
I want you to tell me something about you. I want to get to know you through your stories. It doesn’t have to be big and it doesn’t have to be small. The point is that I want to know something about the person behind the stories.
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This second round of bingo will start on March 1st 2022 and finish on February 28th 2023.
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Shortly after the twins’ birth, Jared and I had a proper ceremony with all of our family and friends in attendance.
Gaia was my maid of honour. Marina, Cole, Danneel, Holy, and Jared’s sister, Megan, were my bridesmaids. Jared’s brother Jeff was his best man. Jensen and Jeff were his groomsmen.
Gaia and her husband Nick had their daughter Cherish the same year we had our twins. Cole, Danneel and Genevive, or Genneelle, as we like to call them. The threesome fittingly adopted triplets, one boy and two girls Wren, Lark & Paloma. They got married the following year on March 3rd.
Jensen and Holy’s family became a family of 6. Everly joins her older sisters, Katherine, Madeline, and Mackenzie. All the kids are a perfect blend of them.
While Jared and my twins are his mini-mes with a slight tinge of Y/H/C.
Jared smiles at me as he sets glasses of Dr. Pepper and a bowl of popcorn down on our coffee table. We settle to have the yearly watch of our movie. It’s a tradition to watch it on the anniversary of its premiere.
Who would have thought one little movie would end up taking our lives in this direction? I never thought I’d find happiness like this. I’ll be forever grateful for Cole signing me for Medic without desire. That one little proposition changed my life.
Finally, the impending birth of my twins. In the middle of the throes of birth. I hear a familiar voice asking for me. Jared, what the hell is he doing here?
He’s there just as the twins arrive. As soon as the nurse sets them in my arms. Jared is at my side, smiling at the sight of them in my arms.
He is acting way too affectionate for my liking and goes even as far as kissing my forehead.
“So mom, what have you named them?” Nurse Sherry asked.
“Harlow and Isolde,” I replied.
“Padalecki,” Jared interjects before I can even get my last name out.
I fake a smile at him, not wanting to cause a scene.
“Mrs. Padalecki, they are beautiful. We need to talk later though, darlin’.” Jared whispers into my ear. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. We haven’t been this close together since we filmed our movie together.
My parents, Gaia, Marina and Cole, file in. They all give a confused stare at the sight of Jared by my side. He insists on Cole taking a picture of us and the twins with his phone.
To the outside world, we look like the perfect little family, but we are far from it. They all take turns holding them. After everyone has left, Jared and I head to his place after his release.
Jared carries the twins and gets them adjusted into his car. After he helps me in. When we arrive at his place, the sound of unholy moans greets us. All we see from our anglel is a sea of red and brown hair. Oh god, I don’t want them to wake up to this. I take the twins to one guestroom.
To my surprise, Jared already has a nursery set up. It’s gorgeous. Navy and red trim. They made the cribs of sturdy mahogany. Once they settle in their cribs. I make my way to the living room and I am greeted by a half-dressed Genevive, Danneel, and Cole.
Jared is just standing there laughing.
"Seriously, guys. I need to run a tab for the furniture I’ve had to replace.” Jared teased.
“I am surprised you are upset that Gen cheated on you,” I replied.
He doubles over in laughter.
“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me, darlin? Gen is a lesbian. She was about to make an announcement next week. The only person I want to see is you. You’ve been so blind in competing with me you’ve failed to realize I’ve had a crush on you since we first met.” Jared said
I am too stunned to react. Before I realize it Jared crushes his lips to mine. I eagerly kissed him. A chorus of cheers encourages us to continue. Today ended totally unexpectedly for all of us.
I rub my ever-growing stomach and wonder how I got here. Single with a baby on the way. Well, technically, I am still married to Jared and I have never filed for divorce. I haven’t seen him since the movie’s premiere last month. To keep my pregnancy a secret, I didn’t attend it in person. Apart from my parents, Gaia and Marina are the only ones that know about my pregnancy. As far as the media thinks, I’ve gone on hiatus from acting.
As far as Jared and Gen, I’ve still seen pictures of them together online. To my relief, my little tryst with Jared ruined nothing. When the inevitable comes and they get married. He’ll come to me for a divorce. I just hope he won’t see the twins when the time comes. Our relationship would have never worked. We are too different. I hear a knock at the door. Assuming it’s just my weekly food delivery, I hobble towards it. To my surprise, it’s Cole. She stands there with her mouth open at the sight of my stomach. Dammit, I should have checked the doorbell cam. I reluctantly let her in and motioned for her to sit in the living room.
“So, this is why you refused to see me in person. Now I know the reason you told me to say you were on hiatus,” Cole says unnaturally calmly.
“I am surprised you aren’t yelling at me like I thought you would,” I replied.
She simply shakes her head at me.
“I’ve taken some time to learn boundaries. I assume you will not tell Jared. It’s a shame you won’t. He’d be an amazing father.” Cole said.
“I know he would, but acting our whole lives in front of the kids like everything is fine. It won’t be a suitable environment for them. I am doing what’s best for everyone.” I replied.
“Okay, if you are sure. Now I’ll go order the pregnant lady some food. Chinese this time, right? It’s usually a balance between that and Italian. I saw your post yesterday about lasagna.” Cole said.
“Yeah, thanks, Cole,” I replied with a smile.
We catch up throughout dinner while eating Cantonese chow mein, fried rice, beef ho fun and chicken balls.
Gaia and Marina end up coming over to join us. Gaia is expecting too, only a few months behind me. I know our kids will be great friends, just like we are. Cole’s been dating someone for a year, but she won’t disclose who. She tells us once her partner is ready to tell people, we will be the first to know. It’s good to have a girl’s night. All of us missed it. We might as well enjoy it before the kids come.
Cole and I haven’t spoken since that morning. I am still pissed at her for the events that unfolded. I also keep forgetting to take the wedding ring off. Since it’s also being used as a prop for the movie.
Jared and I ignore each other when we are off set, not bothering to even acknowledge the events that happened in Vegas.
Settling into another day, it is filming. Muscle memory at this point. Jared and I set aside the tension when settling into our roles of Jillian and Killian Eadens.
The only awkward parts are the sex scenes it keeps bringing me back to Vegas. I always have to take bubble baths afterwards to soothe the anxiety. It’ll never erase the memories, though.
It makes me sick thinking when Gen must think of me. I have been a home-wrecker since I married her boyfriend. I broke my own golden rule. Never put someone in the same situation I was once in.
Jared jogs up to me and tries to talk to me, but I won’t hear it. I just got into my car.
As if on cue, Taylor Swift’s ‘Girl at Home’ comes onto the stereo on my way home.
Dammit, why did I let Cole talk me into coming to Vegas? Why the hell am I drinking mojitos, no less? I am a lightweight. I hope this doesn’t get me in trouble.
Either I am hallucinating from these drinks or Jared is actually here in Vegas. I swore I just heard him.
I see him confidentially walking over to me. Damn, does he look good in the blue shirt and black jeans?
“Hey, darlin’, don’t you look good in the short blue body con dress,” Jared says with a smirk. I just roll my eyes at him.
I get up to get away from him. Cole won’t let me and pushes me into his arms. He pulls me onto the dance floor. Since I have had many drinks, I’ve lost some of my inhibitions. I find myself with Jared’s hands on my hips and me grinding against him. I hear Cole and Jensen laughing on the sidelines.
“Y/N, you want to know a secret? I’ve been dying to check out the wedding chapels here. Want to come with me?” Jared says.
“Sure,” I reply. Since I am so buzzed, I don’t realize the gravity of the consequences of what I just agreed to.
The next morning…
I wake up to a heavy arm strung across my waist. When I realized it was Jared, I let out the loudest scream I’d ever let out. I am surprised it didn’t wake him. That’s where the situation gets worse. Not only did we sleep together, but there was a silver ring on his finger that wasn’t there before. I notice a similar one on my finger. Oh no, what the hell did we do last night?
I immediately called Cole to shout out to her for bringing me on this trip. I feel Jared’s lips on my neck, distracting me from my rage.
That’s when I come to realize we are both still naked. I hung up the phone. When I look at him, my mood changes. I am mesmerized by his multi-spectrum hazel eyes. I make the first move and place my lips against his.
Jared flips me over and grips me tightly. He is anything but gentle; he sucks a hickey into my next while he fills me.
He continues to kiss down my body as he ruts into me.
It’s been an hour and I’m still sore from last night. I don’t think I have another orgasm in me. Jared proves me wrong time and time again.
After we finally pull apart, he reluctantly gets dressed.
Jared calls room service to order us breakfast. We are both starving, of course, after that sex marathon. I get up to get dressed as well. I grabbed his shirt since my clothes were utterly soaked.
I don’t know where we’ll go from here though after our trip. Only time will tell.
After a week of prep. We are filming our first scene. Of course, it has to be the sex scene.
I nervously rub my arm. I am already feeling exposed even though the scrubs covering my flesh-coloured undergarments.
Jared isn’t taking it too lightly either; he’s been swearing in his trailer.
Why did Cole have to put us in this awkward situation?
I regret letting her take over while Grace is on maternity leave. She had to leave early because she had to be on bed rest for the last of her pregnancy. With her preeclampsia, it’s best for her and the baby.
“ Let’s get this over with,” I grumbled on my way to the set.
I stop in my tracks as I see Jared standing over by the medical cabinet. I can’t deny how well built he is. Damn, I wonder what his workout routine is.
I shake off my thoughts and get into my character’s headspace.
I walk over to the cabinet to fish out the supplies. I failed to notice a presence behind me.
“Having trouble finding stuff, Dr. Marrs?”
“No, I am not Dr. Eadens. Now let me grab the stuff.”
Killian doesn’t like me ignoring him. So he spun me around to look at him.
I bite my lip in response to seeing him shirtless.
He smirks in response to my reaction
“Do you like what you see, sweetheart? I was on the way to grab fresh scrubs when I saw you duck in here.”
I don’t respond, I just try to bolt for the door Killian blocks my exit.
He clicks his tongue at me before closing the gap between us.
Suddenly, his lips are on mine. It’s like all the tension between us melted away with one kiss.
We both methodically remove each other’s clothes.
Killian flips me around and I find my bare back pressed against the door.
I wrap my legs around him to pull him impossibly closer. He slides his hands down to my hips and fills me in one go. It doesn’t take us long for us to simultaneously orgasm.
It feels like hours have gone by once we slide down to the floor. We are both completely spent from the countless orgasms.
We quickly redress and walk out the door. Killian and I act like nothing happens when we see each other in the hall an hour later.
"Cut that was perfect guys, that’s it for today,” Matt says.
I race to my trailer to take a shower to scrub Jared from my skin. I know it won’t scrub away the memory of his touch, though.
I continually harshly stab my chicken Caesar salad with my fork, pretending it’s Cole’s face. I can’t believe she agreed for me to work on a movie with Jared.
My friends Gaia and Marina look over at me. Both of their blue eyes filled with concern.
“Calm down, Y/N. I think Cole was trying to get you to branch out,” Gaia says. She always tries to be the voice of reason.
I sigh as I set my fork down.
“I don’t have a problem with branching out. It’s doing sex scenes with the enemy I have a problem with. I guess it fits us perfectly, though. Medic Without Desire’ is about competing ER doctors married to their work. One night, they get stuck in the hospital after their last round during a power outage. Dr. Jillian Marrs and Dr. Killian Eadens have no choice but to work together to keep the hospital running. Things get heated in more ways than one,” I replied.
Gaia doesn’t push the topic further. She’s known me long enough to know when she shouldn’t push the subject further.
I hear my text tone chime. I roll my eyes when I see it’s Cole. She says the studio wants me down there asap.
“Okay, Cole needs me to head down to the studio. It was good catching up with you, Gaia, and Marina. Same time next Sunday.” I replied.
I grab my bag and then call a taxi.
I just hope I am not making a mistake taking on this movie.
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing from what I recognize as Cole’s ringtone. She’s been trying to call me all morning. A knock at the door awakens me from my sleep after I hit ignore.
I grab my robe and throw it over my nightgown. I am not surprised Cole is there.
“Have you seen what’s been floating around online?” Cole asks.
“It’s 7 am, of course, I haven’t.” I retort.
She fishes out her phone and shows me an article.
I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. It’s Jared and I sharing that heated kiss from last night. “Jared cheating on Gen with his rival Y/N"
"For God’s sake, who took this? I better call my Pr to take this down,” I retorted. I hit speed dial 3 on my phone. The last thing I need is for my image to be ruined by people calling me a home-wrecker.
Cole walks nonchalantly into my kitchen to make coffee while I was on the phone.
“Thanks. You’ll get it down by tonight. You are a lifesaver. Yeah, we are still on for tomorrow.” I replied.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
I am just about to make breakfast when another knock at my door interrupts me.
To my surprise, I find Jared standing there in a black t-shirt, jeans with a leather jacket and dark brown hair perfectly in place. He also has my favourite flowers in his hands. He has an apologetic look on his face. I don’t give him a chance to talk. I just slam the door in his face.
The last thing I need is another scandal on my hands. I just finished cleaning up this one.
I shouldn’t be treating him like that, I know, but someone once cheated me on. I vowed to never put someone in that position.
I don’t know how I let Cole talk me into coming to Jensen’s birthday party. It’s not like he and I aren’t friends. His best friend who I don’t get along with is Jared Tristan Padalecki.
Now I am sitting in a corner drinking Dr. Pepper to calm myself down.
Cole drags me over to play a game of truth or dare with them.
“Okay, Jared. Truth or dare?” Cole asks.
“Dare,” Jared replies with a smirk as he looks over at me.
"I dare you to kiss Y/N,” Cole says sinisterly.
Jared strides over to me and closes the gap between us.
He grabs my face and pulls me into an intense kiss. On instinct, I kiss him back. Then he suddenly pulls away. I am breathless and flustered by the time he lets go. Satisfied with my response, he strides back over to where he was standing with pride.
Cole looks over to me with a grin on her face.
I wonder why I let him do it.
Jared and I have been rivals since we were teenagers, constantly competing for the same characters. One of my goals in my career was to smash gender barriers. So I’d try out for any role I could. I’ve succeeded multiple times in doing so.
The rest of the night is uneventful. I eventually called an Uber to get home. I immediately had to shower to scrub the feeling of Jared’s lips against mine. After all, I can’t catch feelings for someone like him. Everyone knows he’s dating Genevive.
Summary: Sam’s date night doesn’t go as planned and you have the perfect solution.
Word Count: 1496
Warnings:Hurt/Comfort
A/N: This is for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me a Story Challenge Round 1. Also, I FINALLY FINISHED A FIC. Any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated.
It wasn’t often that you had a quiet Friday night so you took advantage of it whenever possible. You and Dean were in the library teaching Cas and Jack how to play cards. Cas seemed to pick up the game easily while Jack still needed a few pointers.
“Wait,” Jack said, “what if I have three kings?”
Dean leaned back and sighed as you chuckled. “You’re not supposed to tell us what cards you have, Jack.”
Dean went over the rules again while you collected their cards and reshuffled the deck. You excused yourself to grab a drink from the kitchen while they clarified Jack’s questions. You rounded the corner and bumped into Sam.
“My bad.” You laughed.
“You’re good.” He smiled.
You noticed he had cleaned up and was holding his jacket in one hand. “Are you going somewhere?”
His face flushed. “I actually have a date tonight.”
This was super cute!!! I was laughing at Dean’s reaction to Jack playing cards, I was cringing as Sam was stood up, and I’m pretty sure my teeth rotted out from the sugary ending!
Summary: Y/N has a fear of flying, but it’s nothing a gorgeous flight attendant can’t distract her from.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)
A/N: People on Patreon want this to become a series which I can’t promise, but I’m definitely open to a second part. Anyway, hope you like it! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)
The whirring engine and the low hiss of the air vent did nothing to calm Y/N’s nerves. She briefly glanced out the window as the plane pulled away from the air bridge, turning in the direction of the runway. She closed her eyes as it began to taxi, trying to still her mind and stop herself from thinking irrationally. She should’ve been thinking about all the amazing things she was going to do on her holiday, but she was too preoccupied with praying that she’d survive the flight. She kept her eyes shut, knowing she wasn’t going to open them until they were in the air, and only after she could pull the window shade down.
Once she was able to do exactly that, she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled out the remote and started looking for something to watch. It was going to be a long flight, so whatever she could add to the line-up was going to help her deal with her flying phobia. As she munched on the peanuts that were handed out, her mind wandered, the movie not really holding her attention. She remembered getting a glimpse of a cute-ish flight attendant, but she hadn’t seen any sign of him since.
Two hours later, the credits rolled on the movie as the cabin lights dimmed. The person next to her had moved across the aisle to the empty seat, which she was incredibly relieved about, giving her space to put her feet up. She took a deep breath as the plane dipped slightly; the turbulence not as bad as it could be but terrifying her anyway.
“Here you go…”
Y/N frowned as she heard a deep voice behind her, glancing up as a tall, suited figure walked down the aisle. The flight attendant looked her way, flashing her a quick smile before he continued to the back of the plane. She exhaled harshly as she registered what just happened. He wasn’t just cute; he was insanely gorgeous. There was just no way a man like that was single. Unless he was away a lot because of his job and therefore didn’t have time for that, leaving him available to have some fun with.
She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Can’t handle flying but has time to wonder about the flight attendant’s relationship status.
She unbuckled the seat belt and stood up, fixing her clothes as slid out into the aisle. Slowly, she made her way down to the lavatory, taking a few seconds after every step to steady herself whenever the plane moved. She waited for a few moments before someone left, relieved that it wasn’t in a bad state when she got in. She washed her hands, fixed her hair, and rolled her strawberry chapstick over her lips that she had slid into her pocket during boarding.
She stepped out of the rest room, a smile coming to her face as she heard a boisterous laugh from behind the curtain to the galley. One of the female flight attendants pulled back the thin blue curtain, walking out and down the aisle, allowing her the view of inside. She bit her lip as she watched him placing bottles of liquor on the cart in front of him. He looked up, a soft smile on his face when he saw her.
“Can I help you with something, miss?” he asked, politely.
“No, I’m okay,” she replied, leaning back against the wall. “Just needed to move around.”
“Ah, got it,” he muttered, turning to her, “nervous flyer?”
“Slightly, yeah,” she sighed, huffing a small laugh.
“Well, if there’s anything I can do, let me know,” he offered, smirking at her.
She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach, and it wasn’t because of flying nerves. “That’s very nice of you.”
“Hey, it’s kinda my job,” he stated.
“Oh, so that’s the only reason?” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, definitely not.”
“Good to know,” she whispered, smiling softly.
They talked for a few more minutes. He told her how long he had worked for the airline, she told him how long she had been writing. He was a dog lover with a German Sheperd, and she was a dog lover with no dogs. His parents were still married, and he had an older brother and a younger sister, and she was an only child. They inched closer to each other as they kept chatting, his laughter infectious to her and hers beautiful to him.
He was incredibly attractive in every regard, and she wanted to get to know him better. If she could hear what he was thinking, then she would know he felt the same.
“So, I gotta be on the clock for the next half hour, but…” he leaned into her, his voice low and deep as he looked into her eyes, “the lavatory near first class is totally clean, and uh… I can put an out of order sign on it…”
Her smile widened as she knew what he was implying, gazing up into his green eyes. “See you soon.”
Y/N made her way back to her seat, biting her lip as she saw Jensen walk out of the back and down the aisles. He glanced her way briefly, keeping up the act as he attended to the passengers. Hooking up with a flight attendant certainly wasn’t on her list of things to distract her from the flight, but it was definitely going to be better than anything she had planned.
Jensen pushed Y/N up against the hard plastic, their lips sealed in a searing kiss. Her arms wrapped tight around him, her fingers pushing through his short hair as his hands slid up her covered back, pulling her as close as possible. It was a tight fit in the bathroom, even in first class, but she couldn’t care less. His lips left hers, travelling down her jaw and neck, nipping at her skin as a soft moan left her.
“God, this definitely isn’t how I was picturing this flight would go,” she muttered, holding his head close to her as she gripped his hair.
“Hope it’s better than you imagined,” he groaned, grinding into her as he tugged at her t-shirt.
“Definitely,” she breathed, pressing her lips to his again.
He reached down to her jeans, undoing the button and pulling the zip down, a moan falling from her lips as his fingers slipped in and ran over her covered mound. He rubbed the soft fabric of her panties, causing her to hold onto him tighter than before. He pulled the material aside as she pushed her jeans down further, a whimper escaping her once his fingers ran through her folds. He continued his ministrations as he pressed his lips to hers in a rough kiss, a groan vibrating against her mouth as he felt her hand rubbing over the hard on covered by his trousers.
In swift motions, the offending articles of clothing were removed as he lifted her legs around his waist. He took hold of his cock, sliding deep into her and feeling her walls sheath him. She moaned wantonly, his mouth covering hers to keep her quiet as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast.
“Fuck,” she whimpered against his mouth, looking up into his eyes, “just like that…”
“Feels so fucking good,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers.
“Please tell me you have a longer stay in Paris,” she muttered, her words short as she panted deeply.
He shook his head, gripping her hips tighter. “Just one night.”
She leaned into him as he moved harder into her, her hands in his hair and tugging harshly. “Damn it.”
“Guess we better make the most of it, darlin’…”
Y/N threw her head back, a rasping moan leaving her as her hips rocked against Jensen’s, his fingers digging into her skin as he helped her move. She rested her hands on his chest as she gazed down at him, a smile pulling at her lips, feeling his cock move deeper within her. Her walls clenched around his shaft, both knowing that she was close to her release. She shifted faster against him as she chased that high, his name falling from her lips in a chant as her core tightened, her wetness covering him. His neck strained back as he growled, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on her flesh as her release triggered his, ropes of his seed spilling inside her.
She rolled off him, breathing heavily as a breathless laugh escaped her. He hummed as he closed his eyes, reaching for her across the bed. He leaned up on his elbows when he didn’t feel her there, smirking as he heard her in the bathroom. He waited as she finished cleaning up, his smile widening as she walked out, naked, picking up his white shirt from the floor and putting it on.
“You know… it’s a shame you’re only here for the night,” she stated, buttoning the shirt that came to just above her knees.
“Well…” His hand reached out for her, letting her settle in next to him as he leaned over her, his nose nuzzling against hers, “I can make it up to you once we both get back to the States.”
“You can then, but you better not be done making it up to me right now, either,” she whispered against his lips, smiling.
“You’re all fucking mine until the sun comes up, baby,” he muttered, moving on top of her as he pulled her close.
The next morning, Jensen got dressed into his uniform, left his number on the nightstand and a kiss on her cheek as she slept soundly. When she woke up, she stepped out on the balcony, enjoying the city views as she sipped her coffee. She had slipped his number into her wallet, keeping it safe because there was no way she was taking a risk and possibly losing it.
She may have had a full three-week holiday to go on, but she already couldn’t wait to get home and call him and see what the possibilities would be for them.
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Summary:Selected chapters from Life’s Lessons told from Dean’s POV. Scenes that you didn’t get his perspective on, or scenes that you didn’t see… now you can. This part takes place after the events of chapters 5-8 of Life’s Lessons.
Warnings:Slight angst, Dean’s self-deprecation rears its ugly head, masturbation, sex dreams
A/N: This is also written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo, square filled: masturbation. I really hope you guys are enjoying seeing a few things from LL from Dean’s perspective, and maybe even a couple things you didn’t see! ;) As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my darling @downanddirtydean.
Dean shut the door, resting his back against the wood, a large exhale leaving him. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable feeling to kick in. Sadness. Loneliness. Anger. Regret. He waited for at least one of them to wash over him, but they didn’t. In fact, the only thing he felt was relief.
It was his first time coming back from work to an empty house. Lisa had left a few days ago, both her and Ben driving off in their car. The last thing he saw was the car taking a left at the end of the street, and they were gone. He was of course going to miss the kid, he had really formed a good relationship with Ben, but ultimately it was the right thing for everyone involved that he and Lisa finally broke up and she headed back to Indiana.
As he walked down the hallway, he did feel one of those feelings creep in. Loneliness. For the first time in three years, he was alone. No one to come home to. No one to ask him about his day or greet him with a kiss on the cheek. It only lasted the first year and a half with Lisa, but it was still good while it lasted. He longed for all of that again. To feel wanted by someone. It had never bothered him in the past, to be alone, because he always had something or someone to occupy his time with. He didn’t want to go back to the way he used to be, though. It would be easy to slip back into his old routine, that was true, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want those things anymore; drinking himself blind or hooking up with women he didn’t know. He was done with that. He had had his fun.
What he wanted, more than anything and especially now that he was free to make that decision, was to be with Y/N. Just like most things in his life though, even that wasn’t going to work out because now she was with someone else. Mark something. Mark, who he had met twice now. Once when he was out with his dad and ran into Y/N and Mark, and then again at her birthday when they were having drinks. Mark, who had insulted him and had earned a punch to his irritatingly perfect teeth next time he saw him. He honestly didn’t know what she saw in him, considering they didn’t seem to have much in common or even have much to talk about. He saw her at the bar when they all had drinks together. She was talking with Charlie and Meg mostly, but even if she tried to make it look like she and Mark had something good, he could see the truth.
Dean sighed as he stopped in front of the kitchen sink. He felt something else start to sink in then. Regret. Regret that he hadn’t called it off with Lisa sooner. If he had, he’d be with Y/N now.
His phone vibrated in his pocket causing him to jump, his hand reaching into his pocket and taking it out. He exhaled deeply, seeing Sam’s name on the screen before he answered. Like an idiot, he forgot he was supposed to meet Sam for drinks and called a rain check. His little brother even offered to come over with pizza, beer, and watch Die Hard, something they did when one of them wasn’t in a good mood, but he told Sam he didn’t need to. He could tell Sammy was worried, and probably didn’t believe him when he reassured him that everything was okay as he put on a light tone to his voice, but there was nothing he could do about that.
Dean hung up and placed his phone on the counter, pushing his hands through his hair as he leaned his elbows against the surface. Maybe he should’ve said yes to meeting Sam so he didn’t have to face the eerie and somewhat depressing silence of his house, but he knew his brother would tell him things he wasn’t ready to hear yet. He lifted his head as he heard a car pull up across the street, his eyes immediately finding Y/N as he looked out the kitchen window. He saw her take out a grocery bag and carry it under one arm, her other holding her phone to her ear. He frowned as he watched her walk across the small path to her porch, throwing her head back as she laughed.
His heart began to beat faster against his ribcage as he felt the urge to go to her, to ask her whether she’d want to have dinner, and maybe finally open up to her about how he was feeling. Now that Lisa was gone, he could finally be honest with her. With the way she was smiling, however, he knew that she was talking to Mark. He stepped back from the counter, shaking his head at his own stupid thoughts. Maybe he was free for them to be together, but she wasn’t.
He made his way down the hallway and into his bedroom, stripping off his clothes before he stepped into the bathroom and left the door slightly ajar. He turned the shower on, making sure the water was warm before he stepped in, pulling the curtain closed. He pressed his hands against the tiled wall, leaning forward as the spray washed down his head and wet his hair, down his shoulders and back. He couldn’t take his mind off Y/N but considering they had spent part of her birthday together despite her insistence that they couldn’t be around each other, he wasn’t surprised by that fact. She had been constantly in his thoughts since they met, and then he kissed her on that fateful night, and everything was different between them.
Suddenly they weren’t just friends and neighbors. They were two people who couldn’t explore their feelings because of their situations. Their timing was never right, with him ending things with Lisa just as Y/N found Mark. None of it was playing it out the way he had hoped, the way he had dreamed on nights he fell asleep beside Lisa but was overwhelmed by thoughts of his beautiful neighbor.
His eyes shut tightly as he felt his cock twitch, his mind getting away from him as he pictured Y/N. He saw her on the night she came over for dinner, laughing and smiling at him, her hand fitting perfectly in his, her lips against his as they forgot about the reality of their situation for a moment and kissed. His hand drifted down, wrapping around his shaft and pumping slowly, his other still pressed into the wall to keep himself steady. He groaned softly as he remembered the feel of her skin against his palms, as his hands slid up her back under her sweater, right before she pushed him away. The scent of her perfume as he kissed along her neck and collarbone drove him insane, nipping at her flesh.
A low growl fell from his lips as memories turned into fantasies, to images of her beneath him, their bodies writhing against each other as he moved deep within her. His hand stroked over his cock a little quicker, his imagination running wild as he heard her moaning his name in the heat of passion, his hands in hers as they stared into each other’s eyes. Their lips fused together in a searing kiss, Dean rolling onto his back as he held her close.
He smiled softly as he pictured her above him, gazing down at him, his hands on her hips as her hips rocked against his. Their movement became frantic as she pressed her hands into his chest, his thrusts faster as he lifted his hips to meet hers. His hand pumped faster, a loud groan leaving him as he felt himself getting closer to his release. His eyes remained closed as he imagined Y/N moaning his name as she reached the peak of ecstasy, a string of expletives along with her name fell from his lips as he reached the edge. A strangled moan left him as his neck strained back, spurts of his seed coating the tiled wall before washing away in the spray of the shower.
He blinked rapidly as he opened his eyes, wiping away the droplets of water from his face as he was hit by a wave of guilt. He sighed heavily as he cleaned himself, turning off the shower and stepping out. He wrapped a dark blue towel around his waist, wiping the fog off the mirror as he stared at himself, leaning his hands on the sink.
No matter how much he wanted Y/N in his life, she had moved on. She was with someone else, and he had to accept that. Even if every fibre in his being was telling him not to, he knew that he had to fight the voices in his head telling him to go after her. She wasn’t free to be with him.
That was something he was going to have to live with from now on.
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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.”
✦pairing — Dean Winchester x female!Plus Size Reader
✦word count —2.8k
✦request — I was wondering if I could request a one shot of dean and a female reader. Where they’re best friends with benefits. They also aren’t exclusive in their friends with benefits, Dean still sleeps around. But she tries not to let it get to her. The reader loves him and one day realizes that she doesn’t know if she can do this anymore.
✦warnings — angst, friends with benefits, making out, mentions of sex, a twinge of jealousy, fluff.
