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hunterscabin · 10 months
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This Baby Will Have A Father Part II
Summary: The boys have a surprise for Y/N that they hope will show how deeply they love and care for her.
Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast
Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, reluctance to accept help and gifts, mild panic, fluff, ALLl of the fluff.
Word Count: 1.6k 
Author’s Note: This is the second and, what I had planned to be, last chapter of a mini series, but writing all of this fluff has been a nice distraction from the real world. If there is any interest, I’d gladly consider writing more. 
Part I
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At nearly six months pregnant, exhaustion took on a whole new meaning. The ten to twelve hour work days you once conquered with ease now left you completely drained and lethargic. You were lying on the sofa in your trailer, contemplating how you used to manage a night out after filming, when a small slip of paper caught your eye.
You sat up, reaching toward the coffee table with some effort, and quickly recognized the handwriting.  
Meet me in my trailer. - Jare
While walking across the lot, you contemplated Jared’s note. You weren’t sure of the reason for his note, but your mind had wandered to the point that you began silently praying the boys had enough common sense not to prank a woman approaching her third trimester.
Jared must have been watching for you, because his door swung open before you reached the trailer’s steps.
“Y/N/N!” Jared beamed, ushering you into the small living space where Jensen, Misha, Alex, Rob, and Rich were eagerly awaiting your arrival.
“It smells like trouble in here.” you cautioned, leery of the knowing smiles plastered on their faces.
Misha stepped forward and took both of your hands in his.
“You know we all love you, right?”
“Yes.” You squinted at him suspiciously. “What is this, an intervention?”
“No.” Misha laughed. “We’re so excited for you, Y/N/N, but we also know how much goes into raising a baby.”
“It’s exhausting.” Rob concurred from the sofa.
“They take all of your time and energy.” Rich agreed.
Misha saw a tinge of fear flash across your face.
“We’re not trying to scare you,” he soothed, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands, “We just know that you have a hard time asking for help, even when you really need it.”
“And you’re gonna really need it.” Jensen stressed.  
“We weren’t kidding when we said you don’t have to do this alone.” Jared added. “We want to be with you, every step of the way.”
“And we’ve put something together to show you how serious we are.” Rich announced, proudly handing you a small scroll that was neatly tied with a thick, white ribbon.
You loosened the bow, unfurled the ivory card stock, and read the cursive heading. 
“This is a binding contract, for all who have signed, detailing the ways in which we plan to care for and love Y/N and Baby Y/L/N.”
You looked up in disbelief, finding Rich’s kind expression, and he nodded for you to continue reading.
“Alex: Date Night.”
Alex stood and walked toward you.
“What are your two favorite things?” he quizzed, already knowing your answer.
“Good food, great company.” Your reply was skeptical, but a small smile tugged at your lips upon hearing everyone recite your mantra in unison.
“Now, I don’t know if I’m considered great company,” Alex quipped, trading the scroll for a small booklet, “but I can promise good food.”
You thumbed through the pages Alex handed you and noticed each one listed the name of a restaurant you had mentioned wanting to try.
“I will be waiting at your trailer, every Friday after work, until we’ve eaten our way through Vancouver.”
“This is too much.” you shook your head.
Unsure of how to accept his kindness, your gaze fell to the floor. Alex immediately dipped his head to catch your eyes.
“I know what you're thinking,” he whispered, “and you’re wrong; you deserve to have some fun.”
Alex watched you fiddle with the booklet for a moment before offering some extra reinforcement.
“It’s either dinner out or eating in, and I really don’t want to make you or the baby suffer through my cooking.”
His threat elicited a surprised laugh, and you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
“Thanks, Alex.”
“See you Friday night?” he confirmed. 
“It’s a date.”
Alex handed back the scroll, and you read the next name.
“Rich: Cravings.” You tilted your head to the side and crinkled your brow. “You all think I’m food obsessed, don’t you?”
Everyone laughed, as Rich took Alex’s place in front of you.
“This” he said, handing you a prepaid cell phone while holding up one of his own, “Is your designated snack line. Any time you have a craving, you just call or text, and I’ll be there!”
“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” you giggled, taking the phone. “I’ve already gone through three watermelons this week.”
“It’s only Tuesday!” Rich exclaimed. “That’s one watermelon a day!”
“This baby knows what they want.” you proclaimed, rubbing your belly.  
“I’m serious,” Rich affirmed, his face softening with sincerity, “If you need ice cream at three o’clock in the morning, I’m your man.”
“Promise not to judge me when the requests start getting crazy?”
“Honey, you should hear some of the things Jaci ate while she was pregnant. I’ve seen it all.”
“Thank you, Rich.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Who’s next?” Jensen prompted.
“Rob: Lullabies.”
You looked up to find Rob fishing for something in his backpack.
“When she was especially fussy, music was the only thing that would get Audrey to sleep.” 
Rob found what he was looking for and pulled out a CD case.
“Louden Swain is putting together an album of lullabies for Baby Y/L/N, and we’ve already recorded one song.” he said, handing you the demo. “I hope you like it.”
You held the case to your heart.
“I’ll love it. The baby will love it.” You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.
 “Thank you, Rob!”
“We’re having another session next weekend, and we’d love for you to come.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
You set the CD on the counter and picked up the scroll.
“Misha: Crib.”
Misha reached out his hand, and you settled your palm against his.
“That night after you told us you were pregnant, I couldn’t sleep, so I went out to my woodshop, and eight hours later, I had this.” Misha slid his phone across the counter, revealing a photo of an ornately carved railing rung. He swiped his finger over the screen, and a dark wood headboard appeared.  
“It still needs a lot of work, but it will definitely be ready by the time the little one gets here.”
“Misha,” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears, “It’s the most beautiful crib I’ve ever seen.”
Misha stood and gathered you in his arms.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you, too.”
“Hey! There are other people here who love her!” Jensen joked impatiently, when you lingered in Misha’s embrace.
“Let me guess.” you teased. “You’re next?”
Jensen gave a playful shrug, and you rolled your eyes. You sent Misha back to his chair and found Jensen’s name on the scroll. 
“Jensen: Classes.”
You looked at him quizzically.
“When Danneel was pregnant with JJ and the twins, she always felt more at ease when she was prepared, so we went to every class imaginable: delivery classes, breastfeeding classes, parenting classes…“ Jensen stopped suddenly, when he saw that you’d started wringing your hands. 
"Y/N/N, what’s wrong?”
“Those types of classes never even crossed my mind.” You spoke quietly, as if you were merely thinking out loud, but your voice was dripping with panic. 
“I’m already not doing enough. What else am I not thinking of?”
“Hey, slow down.” Jensen pulled you into his chest and cradled your head. He rubbed your back and stroked your hair while exchanging concerned glances with the group.
“I’m going to be a terrible mother.” you mumbled into Jensen’s shirt.
Jensen kissed your temple and leaned back to look at you.
“You are not going to be a terrible mother.” His voice was warm and reassuring.
Jensen brushed the hair away from your face and let out a soft chuckle.
“What are you laughing at?” you questioned, suddenly very self conscious about your hormone-induced overreaction.
“I caused the panic I was trying to prevent.” Jensen explained. 
“Before she had JJ, Danneel and I were out to dinner with a couple who were also expecting their first baby. They mentioned an infant CPR course, and Dee lost it in the middle of the restaurant. She said the exact same things you just did.”
“But Dee’s a great mother.”
“And you will be too. I promise.”
Jensen’s hand found the side of your face, and you leaned into his touch.
“Thank you, Jensen.”
Jared cleared his throat behind you.
“I hate to ruin a moment, but there’s one more person on that list.”
When you turned, Jared winked, and you said his name before even picking up the scroll.
“Jared:” you skimmed down to the last line of the page, “Doctors’ Appointments.”
Your eyes widened in anticipation.
“Starting now, you are not going to a single doctor’s appointment by yourself.”
“But there are so many.” you objected, your independent nature getting the better of you.
“There are,” Jared conceded, “and I don’t want you going to any of them alone.”
You stood in silence, stunned at his generosity.
“Y/N/N, if it makes you uncomfortable, I don’t have to go in with you, but I am at least going to drive you and wait for you until the appointment is over.”
“I…” you tried to order words in a way that would accurately expressed your gratitude, but language failed to give meaning to the love and appreciation swelling in your heart. 
“I don’t know how to thank you.” You turned to the group, “All of you.”
“You can thank us by not putting up a fight when we offer to help you.” Jared’s tone was loving but firm.
“Deal.” you agreed.
You looked around the room at all of your friends and were overcome with emotion.
“I was right to think this baby won’t have a father.” you paused. “They’ll have six.”
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lucidlivi · 5 months
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I Can See You (III)
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Author Note: I've been wanting to update this one because I had a lot of ideas for where I wanted it to go, sorry I haven't updated as much but I hope this makes up for it and you like it
Recap:
Jensen glared at me, taking a sip of his beer.
"you know what just forget it, why don't you go flirt with some more girls." I scoffed turning to walk away.
"yeah, well why don't you go kiss some more wannabe actors." Jensen growled.
I took a deep breath walking away from him.
I feel that if someone really wants you in their life, they’re gonna show it, not just talk about it, and if their actions don’t match up to their words, I lose interest fast.
Jensen was unbelievable.
If he wanted me, he would show it.
I used to know I wanted him, but now I'm not so sure.
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I stomped up the stairs rather dramatically, throwing the door open before slamming it closed.
Who the hell did he think he was?
Just because he was super good looking didn't give him a reason to act like a complete dick. I grabbed my pillow screaming loudly in to it.
I was so frustrated.
He was so frustrating.
I sat on my bed well past midnight contemplating my fight with Jensen.
He had no right to try to ruin my date when he's been the one giving mixed signals. It was fucked up, and fucking with my brain chemistry.
I heard a light knocking on my door bringing me out of my intrusive thoughts. I got up opening the door, disappointment crossed my features when I saw who was standing behind it.
"what the hell do you want?" I grumbled as I glared at the green eyed man I despised at this current moment.
"peace offering." He mumbled before holding up a carton of my favorite ice cream.
Mint Chocolate Chip.
Damn he knows I can't say no to mint chocolate chip ice cream.
No, I can't just forget.
"and you're offering peace because...?" I pressed crossing my arms to indicate to him I was feeling closed off from him.
"because I was wrong."
"about?" I pushed wanting him to elaborate.
"I shouldn't have crashed your date, I was acting like a stupid protective jerk and I'm sorry." He said offering me a sad smile.
Damn.
That face.
He knows I can't say no to that face either.
"yeah you were acting like a jerk, jerk." I said shoving his arm.
I wanted to say more to him, I wanted to ask him why he was acting like that.
Was it because he really didn't like Jeremiah, or because he cared where I was tonight.
I didn't want to get my hopes up with the latter so I settled on he just didn't like Jeremiah.
"did you bring me a spoon?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him.
"brought two." He smiled holding up two metal spoons.
Jensen entered my room sitting down on my bed to spilt ice cream at two in the morning. I giggled as his face contorted from the chill. We sat in silence taking turns stuffing our faces full of ice cream. It wasn't an awkward silence like it would've been with most people. It was comfortable.
"your kind of a pain in the ass you know?" I asked him as our ice cream supply dwindled.
"you know I could say the same thing about you baby moose." Jensen said looking me in the eyes.
"me? hardly." I denied rolling my eyes at him.
"see right there, you think you know everything, but you have no clue." Jensen said whispering the last part.
I had no clue what he was talking about but something told me it had a deeper meaning.
An awkward silence fell between us as my eyes settled back down on the now almost empty carton.
It was as if there were words neither one of us dared to say.
Words that might change everything.
"last bite." Jensen said gesturing the carton towards me.
I dug my spoon in finishing off the ice cream.
"thanks." I whispered not meeting his eyes.
He nodded his head slowly, the awkward tension still building between us.
"thanks for the ice cream and for apologizing." I clarified.
I dared to look in to his eyes but he was already looking in to mine. His eyes traveled from mine down to my lips. I sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes explored my features. I was never insecure but in this moment I felt raw, naked, like he was seeing every single flaw I possessed.
"I uh should go, Jared's making me exercise with him in the morning, and I'll need it after all this ice cream." Jensen said taking the spoons and walking towards the door.
"Jensen wait." I called feeling bold.
He hesitantly turned around, staring at me, waiting for me to continue.
"did you really not?"
"did I not what?"
"did you really not care where I was tonight?" I asked biting my lip a little too hard.
He took a deep breath before turning back towards the door.
"of course I cared."
And with that he walked out, leaving me feeling even more flustered and confused than before.
****************************************************I woke up to a sudden weight on me.
“ugh what time is it?” I groaned squeezing my eyes shut tighter.
“It’s almost noon get your ass up.” Jared said grabbing a pillow and proceeding to hit me with it.
“stop hitting me you ass, I’m up!” I grumbled sitting up and stretching my muscles.
“It’s about damn time, how late did you stay up last night?” Jared asked taking a seat beside me.
At the mention of last night a flood of thoughts came rushing through.
“of course I cared.”
I bit my lip as his words replayed in my head on a continuous loop.
“hello I think I lost my sister can you help me find her?” Jared asked waving a hand in front of my face.
I swatted his hand away causing him to scoff dramatically.
“well I could never lose you cause you’re a giant frizzy haired freak.” I joked sticking my tongue out at him.
I knew it was little things like this that really got under his skin.
“I was trying to have a nice moment and you had to ruin it with the insults.” Jared said once again picking up the pillow.
I quickly bolted out of bed disappearing in to the bathroom with a slam of the door.
I took this moment to look at my reflection in the mirror.
Damn.
I looked rough.
Even my under eye bags had under eye bags.
I quickly hopped in the shower washing away all the stress and anxiety I was feeling. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jensen and whatever this was.
I took my time trying to make myself look decent before descending the stair case to face the boys. I did my best to not make eye contact with Jensen, knowing that his stare alone would be enough to make me crumble.
“wow I think you look worse than this morning.” Jared joked running a hand through my hair that I was just fighting to perfect.
“I feel it.” I said grabbing an apple and some water.
“don’t you two have to film today?” I asked sitting down and finally glancing towards Jensen.
He had his head buried in a newspaper but something tells me he wasn’t actually reading it.
“nope have the next two days off, so what should we do?” Jared asked taking my apple and biting a chunk off of it.
I glared at him before ripping the apple back out of his hands.
I contemplated his question before getting an idea.
“we should throw a party.” I suggested giving a hopeful glance to the guys.
“uh definitely not.” Jared answered quickly.
“c’mon let’s have some fun moose.” I pleaded giving him my famous puppy dog eyes.
“I actually think it’s a great idea.” Jensen said finally looking up from the newspaper.
I could tell Jared was still on the fence.
“I mean I have to experience all Canada has to offer right?” I pleaded again.
Jared sighed in defeat rolling his eyes.
“fine but I’m doing the guest list.” Jared grumbled.
“can I invite Jeremiah?” I asked knowing it would drive Jensen insane.
“NO.”
“Yes.”
Jensen and Jared answered at the same time.
“you heard Jared he’s in charge of the guest list.” I said giving Jensen a smirk.
I walked back upstairs deciding to tidy up my room for the party, not that I planned on anyone being in it but still it needed done. I spent the next few hours tidying up the house while the boys got supplies i.e. alcohol for the party.
Once I was satisfied with my cleaning job I went upstairs to freshen up. I put on a simple gold party dress. I was smoothing out my dress when I heard a knock on my door.
“it’s open.” I called staring at my reflection in the mirror.
I heard Jensen timidly enter the room.
“uh Jared wanted me to tell you people were arriving.” Jensen said as his eyes traveled up and down my form.
“thanks be right down.” I said offering him a smile.
Instead of walking away Jensen took a step closer standing behind me.
I couldn’t deny we looked good together.
It was as if we were lost in a trance just staring at our reflections in the mirror. I was about to say something when someone clearing their throat snapped us out of our trance.
I peeked over seeing Jeremiah rubbing his neck nervously.
“sorry Jared told me I could find you here.”
I quickly stepped away from Jensen making my way towards him.
“no it’s okay I’m glad you’re here.” I said offering him a smile.
Was I really though?
What?
No of course I was.
Shut up intrusive thoughts.
Jeremiah leaned in pecking me on the lips. I swear I could hear the scoff leave Jensen’s lips.
“uh i’m going to go.” Jensen growled pushing past us.
“no yeah we should all go downstairs.” I said nervously playing with my fingers.
“lead the way then.” Jeremiah smiled, taking my hand in his.
I heard the music blasting through the speakers as we walked downstairs. Our living room was now full of people. I saw Jared hastily walking around offering people drinks and snacks. I laughed at how uptight he could be sometimes. I walked over to him grabbing the tray from his hands. I pulled off a glass of what appeared to be whiskey.
“I think you need this.” I laughed holding it in front of his face.
“are you crazy I can’t drink.” Jared said going to grab the glass but I pulled it away from him.
“why not, Jensen is.” I said gesturing to where Jensen was talking with a guy I didn’t know while slowly sipping on a beer.
“someone has to host.” Jared said matter of factly.
“I will, I mean the party was my idea after all.”
Jared looked at me unsure. I gave him the glass urging him to throw it back. He rolled his eyes before downing the whiskey. I in turn handed him another.
I assumed hosting duties offering drinks to strangers I had barely met. I watched as Jared and Jensen interacted with friends. Jeremiah stayed close to my side finishing off a couple beers.
I was never a big drinker.
Now don’t get me wrong I could put away a few glasses of wine but not like these people.
“I’m going to use the bathroom, be right back.” Jeremiah whispered in my ear.
I nod watching him disappear down the hall. I noticed the drinks getting low. I turned around to make my way in to the kitchen but instead collided with a hard chest.
“easy there baby moose, had to much to drink already did you?” Jensen teased.
“hardly, I see you’re still nursing that same beer.” I said gesturing to the bottle he’s had in his hand since the beginning of the party.
“yeah well one of us has to be sober and it’s not Jared.” Jensen said nodding his head towards Jared.
He was unstable on his feet as he was dancing to the music with his shirt over his head. I quickly got my phone out snapping a picture of him. 
“oh this is going to be great for the christmas card.” I laughed taking another from a different angle.
“are you having fun?” Jensen questions.
“I guess, you?”
“I hate parties.” Jensen admitted running a hand down the back of his neck.
“wait then why did you say you thought this was a good idea?” I asked staring at him.
Jensen leaned in his lips hovering just above my ear.
“I was hoping to get a moment alone with you.”
I felt the heat rush to my face.
It felt as if I was fully ignited as his breath fanned across my face.
I was about to respond when I saw Jeremiah coming back from the bathroom. Jensen must’ve saw him to for he disappeared just as quick as he came.
“you okay?” Jeremiah asked.
I nodded my head maybe a little too quickly not trusting my voice.
“It’s uh kind of loud here, want to hang in your room?” Jeremiah asked.
I was so flustered by what Jensen said I wasn’t really listening but reluctantly shook my head yes. Jeremiah grabbed my hand pulling me up the stairs. As soon as we were behind closed doors he attached his lips to mine. I kissed him back out of habit.
It’s said that when a person is right for you, you’ll feel it in the kiss.
I felt nothing with Jeremiah.
It was stale, lacked passion.
Jeremiah moved his lips from mine down to my neck. He brought a hand up cupping my breast. I quickly put my hand on his chest pushing him away.
“I uh don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said biting my lip nervously.
“why not?”
“cause you’ve had a lot to drink and you’re not thinking straight.” I said standing my ground.
“but I thought you liked me.” He frowned.
I don’t.
Shut up brain.
“I do, but that doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you, I mean we barely know each other.” I elaborated.
“then let’s get to know each other..” Jeremiah said taking a step closer and kissing my jaw once more.
“let’s get to know each other’s bodies.” He said causing me to once again shove him off.
“No.” I said firmly this time.
He was about to respond when the door was thrown open, an angry Jensen standing behind it.
“I believe she said no, I also believe you have about five seconds to get the hell out of my house before I throw you down the steps.” Jensen growled clenching his fists.
Jeremiah scoffed looking at me once more.
“I forgot you need permission for everything.” Jeremiah jabbed before pushing past Jensen and retreating from the house.
“don’t come back!” I called after him.
I sat down on the bed waiting for the lecture that was about to come from Jensen. He didn’t move from the doorway. He was breathing hard, almost as if he was shaking with anger.
“well..”
“well what?” he snapped.
“aren’t you going to say you told me so?”
“I did tell you.” He growled.
“I didn’t even care about him okay.” I scoffed standing up so I was now facing Jensen.
“then why the hell were you with him?” Jensen asked taking another step forward.
“maybe because he actually acted on his feelings instead of just talked about them.” I jabbed.
Jensen glared at me before roughly cupping my cheek and crashing his lips on to mine.
I was frozen in shock but only momentarily. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, before moving my lips against his. 
I felt nothing when kissing Jeremiah.
But with Jensen…
I felt everything.
He leaned down pressing his lips harder against mine.
I didn’t miss the way he slyly slipped his tongue in deepening the kiss. It felt like we were the only two people on the earth, and time was standing still. Jensen was the first to pull away taking a much needed breath.
“you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Jensen whispered leaning his forehead against my own.
“I think we’re just drunk.” I said not believing this moment was actually real, actually happening to me.
Jensen contorted his eyebrows in confusion.
“I’m not drunk, are you drunk?”
“Nope.”
Jensen smiled before reconnecting our lips. 
It was magical and more than I could’ve ever imagined.
If only there wasn’t something standing in our way.
Jared.
Author Note: hi guys! sorry it took me so long to update but I really hope you like it! xoxoxo Liv
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trektraveler · 1 year
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My Hero
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Summary: Doctor Sam WInchester had fallen hard for the woman living just down the hall. She was easily the most adorable and the most accident-prone creature he had ever met! Yet for all the times he came to her rescue, he was too shy to make a move. Maybe he could work up his courage, if he got just one more chance...
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader, Doctor!Sam Winchester x You
Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Garth, Dean Winchester
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, fluff
One Shot
Word Count: 3700
Author’s Notes: I swear, every time I get sick all I want is a Winchester to come and take care of me. Is that really so much to ask?? I think not! This is my very first Sam x Reader fic! I have a few more ideas rattling around for the youngest Winchester brother, but this is decent practice. For now. Enjoy!
     Bang.  Bang.  Bang.
     “Coming, coming!”  Sam pulled t-shirt over his head as he trotted to the front door.  He’d been getting ready for bed when the insistent knocking started.
     The door swung open to a very nervous young man in a Wong’s delivery uniform.  Sam recognized him from the few times he ordered from them. 
     “Hey, its Garth, right?”
     “Yeah,” he shifted on his feet, his eyes round with worry, “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”
     Sam’s instantly shifted into his professional mode.  He was currently an attending at Lawrence General Hospital, having just moved back a year ago from L.A.  It had been an adjustment, but a welcome one.  Big city life didn’t suit Sam at all. 
     “I am.  What’s going on?’
     “I was dropping off an order down the hall to the lady in 302 and I heard this thud behind the door and now I can’t get her to answer.  I think something’s wrong.”
     Sam was already grabbing his medical bag, “Show me.”
     302.  He knew the woman who lived there.  More or less.  They kept running into each other.  He first discovered her fighting with the soap dispenser in the laundry room.  Then again when she locked herself out of the building during a thunderstorm.  And then last week when the elevator got stuck between floors.  He always seemed to be wandering by when she needed a rescue.  She was funny, smart, accident prone, and completely adorable. 
     Sam had been working up the courage to ask her out, but something always seemed to crop up.  An extra shift at the hospital or a birthday party for a colleague.  He knew it was an excuse.  For all of his professional success, Sam was, and always had been, extremely shy.
     “Y/N?”  He knocked loudly on the closed door, then tried the handle and found it locked. 
     “Alright, stand back,” he said to Garth.  In one powerful move, Sam kicked the door in, the heel of his foot landing in just the right spot to splinter the doorjamb. 
     “Damn,” Garth blew out an impressed breath, “You aren’t even wearing shoes.”
     You were laying in the foyer.  Curled on your side with your hair spread out like a halo.  A wallet sat a few inches away from outstretched fingers. 
     Sam was at your side in an instant, gingerly turning you over and searching for a pulse, “Y/N?  Can you hear me?”
     Garth hovered nearby, nerves in his voice, “Is she okay?”
     Sam ran a hand over your forehead, “She’s burning up.  Go see if you can find a washcloth and a glass of water.”
     His worry only grew when he carried you to the couch and you still didn’t come to.  He held your limp body up with one hand while he worked your hoodie off with the other, leaving you in a tank top and yoga pants.  He’d strip that off you too, if he had to.  Every inch of bare skin he touched felt like it was on fire! 
     “Why isn’t she waking up?”  Garth asked handing Sam a kitchen towel.
     “Dehydration.  With a fever this high, it can happen quick.”  Sam dipped the towel in the water filled coffee mug and bathed your face and neck.  Sure enough, his efforts were rewarded.
     You groaned, even that soft sound reverberated through your pounding head.  Everything hurt and all you wanted was to slip back into the blankness of sleep.   But it was so noisy!  Someone kept talking, like the parents in a Snoopy cartoon.  Unintelligible, insistent, and so annoying!
     Sam gently tapped your cheeks, “Y/N.  Come on, darlin.  Open your eyes for me.”
     With a bit of coaxing, you did as he asked.  Everything around you swirled and slowly came into focus.  Your head felt heavy and fell to the side, Sam was there and smiled down at you.  As a reflex, you smiled back before your fevered brain could catch up and tell you who you were looking at.
     “Hey… it’s my hero.”
     Sam chuckled in relief, “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”
     “You’re here.  That’s so nice… why are you here?”
     “You passed out,” he replied, pressing the cool cloth to your brow.  “Do you remember what happened?”
     You tried to search your memory, but everything was so fuzzy!  “Um, I came home from work… I was sick.  Felt really bad.  Everything hurt.  Achy and cold.  Headache.  Then I ordered soup from the place down on Main Street.  I dunno…I feel a little out of it.”
     There was a blood pressure cuff wrapped around your bicep that was inflating.  Where did that come from?  Sam was doing that doctor thing where they listen to you talk while taking vitals at the same time.   
     How did doctors do that?  Did they teach that in med school?  It seemed especially confusing to you as your thoughts kept skipping away and going down rabbit holes.
     Cool fingers felt under your jaw, pressing against swollen lymph nodes.  He always had such a gentleness about him.  Such grace.  Surprising for a man of his size, but he seemed to take such care with you.  Like you were the most rare, delicate creature in the world.
     Last week when you found yourself stuck in the elevator, it was Sam who answered your call.  He muscled open the doors single handed and lifted you up though the opening without breaking a sweat.  You were more than a little awe struck by his display of strength and chivalry.  If you’d had half a brain, you’d have invited him for coffee as a thank you.  As it was, you were preoccupied with being late to work.  A sadly missed opportunity with your handsome neighbor.
     “You came home from work, was that last night?”
     “Um, yeah.  Yes.  As if Mondays aren’t sucky enough.”
     Sam’s eyebrows rose, “That was two days ago.”
     “What?”
     “Today’s Wednesday.”
     That information had you on the move.  You sat straight up and instantly went white.  The room titled and if it weren’t for Sam’s hands steadying your shoulders, you probably would have slid right off the couch.
     “Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Not so fast,” Sam advised, forcing you to recline.
     “I gotta go call work… or… somebody.”
     “The only place you are going is to the E.R.”
     “No, I can’t go to the hospital.”
     “Y/N, listen to me.  You’re dehydrated to the point that you fainted.  Your fever is 103, that’s dangerous territory.” 
     Sam tried to be stern, but he just didn’t have it in him.  You looked so pitiful with your hair sticking to the sweat slick skin and the dark smudges under your eyes.  You were desperately sick and he wasn’t going to simply leave you without treatment.
     “I know a lot of people are scared of the doctor, but I promise I’ll be right there with you.”
     You swallowed, wincing at the feeling of knives in your throat.  “I’m not scared, I’m uninsured.  My job is new, benefits don’t kick in for thirty days.”
     Garth piped up, “You’re a doctor, can’t you just prescribe something and treat her here?”
     “It’s not that simple.  She needs to be admitted so they can get an I.V. going and get some fluids into her system.  And bring that fever under control.”
     He felt your head loll against him.  He looked down in alarm and found you’d lost consciousness again. 
     “Y/N?  Wake up, Y/N!” 
     This time no amount of effort would bring you around. 
     “Damn it,” Sam growled as he got to his feet.  He grabbed a notepad from your entry table and scribbled a list down.  “Do you know that walk-in clinic on 42nd street?”
     Garth followed him, “Yeah, I pass it on my way to work.”
     “Great.  My brother is on call there tonight, go in and ask for Dean.  Tell him it’s for me, he’ll help you.”  Sam tore off the list and thrust it into Garth’s hand, “Get everything and hurry!”
     Garth shoved the paper in his pocket, “What if they don’t believe me?  That clinic isn’t in the best part of town, junkies hassle them all the time.”
     “Dean will believe you but in case he doesn’t say Poughkeepsie.  It’s our go word, means drop everything.”
     “A secret code word, you guys must be brothers,” Garth muttered on his way out the door.
     You woke feeling warm.  Bundled up in something soft and secure.  Your eyes stayed closed as you enjoyed the luxurious feeling.  Most mornings you woke up stiff with your muscles complaining about the ancient futon you had yet to replace.  It was left over from college and the wood slats dug into your hips, but moving to a new town was expensive!  Anything like a proper mattress would have to wait until you had a few more paychecks under your belt.
     You stretched a bit, content to roll over and fall back into your dreams, but something tugged on your hand and pinched.  You frowned and tried again; it was like you were caught in a fishing net. 
     “What the hell…?”  You grumbled unhappily, determined to keep your eyes closed out of stubbornness.  You blindly felt around and found a tube and tape attached to your right hand.
     Your eyes popped open.  An I.V.?
     You weren’t in your bed.  You weren’t in your room!  Where the hell were you? 
     The dimensions matched your bedroom, but it wasn’t bare bones like yours.  This one was painted a lovely smoke grey.  Bookshelves lined one wall and a mahogany dresser matched it on the other.  The bed was the biggest you’d ever seen.  The headboard was massive and intricately carved.  The mattress was firm but yielding. 
     The bedside table housed bottles of medication, a stethoscope, a digital thermometer, and a glass of water.  You remembered being sick.  Sicker than you’d ever felt.  You remembered your boss sending you home then… nothing.  Just a blur. 
     You sat up slowly.  When the room didn’t spin, you decided to press your luck.  You pulled back the covers enough to dangle your feet over the edge.  Your toes found plush carpet.  You felt weak, but not dizzy.  And you were cold without the blankets.  Looking down you found bare legs.  You were wearing only your tank top and Wonder Woman underwear. 
     Fuck.  Where the hell are my clothes?!
     With a quick yank, you pulled the I.V. out and headed for the door. 
     “Yeah, Dean I know.  If I promise to wash and wax your car, will you get off my case?”
     “No way in hell you are waxing my Baby, do I need to remind you about Liza Raffaella in the eighth grade?”
     “Please don’t,” Sam groaned into the phone. 
     “It’s wax on, wax off.  Not wax on, go chat up a nerd girl for three hours while the wax bakes on in the sun!”
     “Sam?”
     Sam spun at the raspy voice behind him.  You were standing in the hall, your hand braced against the wall for balance.  You looked a little wobbly, but far better than you had in hours.
     “I gotta go,” he told his brother before ending the call.  “Y/N, hey.  How you feeling?”
     “Confused.  How did I get here and where are my clothes?”
     “Oh!”  Sam’s cheeks colored instantly as he grabbed a soft, woven throw from the back of an over-sized chair.  He draped it over your shoulders and ushered you to the sofa.
     “Sorry about that, your fever was sky high.  Needed to bring it down in a hurry.  Here, sit.”
     You sank down onto a couch that was just as comfortable as the bed you’d woken up in.  Sam disappeared into the kitchen then returned with a glass of ginger ale and some crackers.  He was rattling off something about Chinese takeout and your pants being in the laundry.  All the while he was fussing over you.  His long fingers found the pulse point on your wrist, and he produced a pen light from somewhere to check your pupils.
     After a few minutes, he realized you were staring at him, “Y/N?”
     “Sam, grateful that I am for your hospitality and bedside manner… I still don’t understand why I’m here.” 
     “Well, I figured it would be a better place for you to recover… with all the construction.”
     Now you were really confused, “Construction?”
     Sam rubbed the back of his neck and embarrassment turned his ears pink, “Yeah.  I ah… I kinda broke down your door.”
     “What?!”
     “You weren’t answering!  I just had a really bad feeling, and I would never have forgiven myself if something happened to you.”
     His gaze traveled your face then locked on your eyes.  “I was worried about you.”
     You looked at him, really looked.  He was beautiful, as he always was, but there was an edge of exhaustion to his features.  His five o’clock shadow was darker than you’d ever seen it.  The fine lines around his eyes and lips were etched deeper and his hazel eyes were slightly red.  Even his enviable hair was disheveled. 
     “So, you committed destruction of property to save my life?”
     “I did.”  He gave a nod, his tone teasing, “You gonna turn me in?”
     A small smile played around your lips, “Nah.  I might need your services again.  I have a habit of getting into trouble.  Nice to know I’ve got my own personal hero on call.”
     “You call, I’ll come running.”
Two Years Later:
     “That was not our first date!”
     “We spent the entire weekend curled up in my bed, it counts.”
     “I was unconscious!”
     “Not the whole time,” Sam countered, threading his fingers through yours, “Sometimes you’d wake up.  Of course, you were delirious.  You did have some of the most creative fever dreams… what was that one about the Catholic church hiding the existence of extra-terrestrials by dressing them up like the clergy?”
     “They were hiding dinosaurs, not aliens.  Tiny dinosaurs under their creepy old lady robes.  And still, not a date.  I think you’ll find most dating experts would agree with me on this.”
    “Dating experts?”
     “Your brother.”
     Sam huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be fooled by the rumors, he’s not the Casanova everyone thinks he is.”
     “I dunno, guy gets a lot of dates.”
     “First dates.  Ask him about his batting average for second dates.”
     “Oh yeah?  Got him beat, do you?”
     “Hands down.”
     Sam curled a finger under your chin and brought his lips down to meet yours.  You hummed happily as an electric spark zinged all the way down to your toes.  It was crazy that even after two years he still managed to excite you with just a touch, or a look.  You never had to doubt his feelings for you, he wore them openly and proudly.  He never missed the opportunity to hold your hand in the grocery store or to wrap his arm around your shoulders at the movies.   A kiss to the temple, a hand at the small of your back.  Every touch was filled with the warmth of the sun on a summer’s day.  Every night was filled with the heat and passion of desire that could never be sated. 
     You leaned into Sam’s side as he guided the two of you down the winding path that cut through the willows.  “So, tell me Doctor Winchester, why haven’t I been to your family’s estate before?”
     “I wouldn’t call it an estate, it’s just a few acres.”
     “I don’t care if it’s a patch of dead grass… you have horses!  Horses, Sam!  I’ve wanted to go horseback riding since I was ten.”
     “We might be able to squeeze in a lesson for you before we head home.”
     “Really?!”
     “I’ll bet you’re a natural, you’re already an expert with a riding crop,” he whispered in your ear.
     “Sam!”  You admonished him, instantly turning red, “That was a one time!”
     “Best birthday ever.  And to answer your question; you haven’t been here before because I was waiting.”
     The path curved and opened up to a decent sized pond.  A dock jutted out onto the clear, still waters and ended in an elaborate gazebo.  Painted a picturesque white and topped with a copper finial, hundreds of tiny fairy lights hung from the rafters glittering with magic and romance. 
     “Oh wow,” you breathed, following Sam down the planks.  “This is like something out of a book.  God, it’s beautiful!”
     “My parents built this place from the ground up.  Mom had this vision in her head about a pond where she could come and watch ducks.  Teach her kids to swim and fish.  So, one summer, Dad started digging.  I don’t think he even had a plan, all the neighbors thought he was crazy!  But he was stubborn and determined.  And he loved my mom more than anything.”
     You walked out to the end of the platform and leaned out on the railing.  Dragonflies danced along the surface of the water as the sun began to set and the crickets started to sing.  “He did a great job.  Did he build the gazebo too?”
     “Anniversary present,” he confirmed, joining you by the railing.  “This was my favorite spot when I was a kid.  Dean loved the garage, hanging with Dad and tearing apart trucks with the radio blasting.  I couldn’t stand the noise, so I’d come out here.  Even in the winter.”
     Suddenly, a swan flew down and landed in the middle of the water.  Graceful and noble, it glided across the water sending the slightest of ripples out in its wake.  As it turned, you could see a single black feather against the white of its tail. 
     “Oh!  I’ve never seen a swan with one black feather.”
     “He’s always had it, never could figure out why.  He showed up when I was ten and just never left.  I call him Solomon.”
     “Is it just him?  I thought swans always paired up?”  
     “Well, that’s the thing, they do have mates for life, but he showed up alone.  And I know it sounds silly, but he was mopey.  He didn’t take a lot of interest in anything; he didn’t interact with the ducks or even pay any attention to me when I tried to feed him.  He was sad.  Some animals grieve and I think he was grieving for his lost mate.”
     “Poor guy,” you murmured, watching as Sam took a packet of birdseed from his pocket and tossed a bit out on the water. 
     “When I left for college, Solomon migrated and didn’t come back in the spring.  I thought I’d seen the last of him, but then I got a call from Mom this past summer.  He was back and he brought someone with him.”
     As if on cue, a second swan swooped down and landed beside Solomon.  Pure white and just as lovely.  They looked like a postcard, gliding on the sunlit water.
     “You’re kidding!  He found another mate?  I didn’t know swans would do that!”
     “Some do, special cases.  And Solomon’s no fool, he might have been content to be alone forever, but when that right one came along, he snapped her up.”
     “That’s amazing!”  You turned to Sam with a beaming grin, but stopped short when you realized he wasn’t standing there beside you.  He was kneeling. 
     “Sam.”
     He took both of your hands in his, tipping his face back to gaze up at you with such tenderness and devotion it made your breath catch.
     “I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.  I knew what I wanted to do and how I wanted it to look, but the words never came.  Everything I wrote seemed inadequate.  Even the word love falls short.  It’s not enough, it’s not big enough.  Being with you is a revelation, Y/N.  You call me your hero, but baby… it’s the other way around.  You rescued me.”
     Tears had already gathered in your eyes when he pulled out a blue velvet box.  A diamond solitaire sparkled inside like a star in the sky. 
     “I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words, but I swear to show you.  To treasure you, to make your happiness my mission.  To answer your call and to love you for all my days.”
     You dropped down to your knees and tackled him.  Your arms flung around his neck, nearly knocking him over in your enthusiasm.   He caught you with a laugh and kept the two of you from tumbling off into the water.  You kissed every square inch of the face you’d loved since he first rescued you.  And you laughed.  Joy bubbled up from your heart like effervescent Champagne.
     “You astonishing,” Kiss. “Brilliant,” kiss. “Romantic,” kiss, kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss, kiss, kiss.
     “Y/N… baby…”
     “Yes?” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.
     His hands wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back slightly so he could look into your eyes.  He traced the curve of your face, fondly tucking your hair behind your ear.  You were always moving, always racing towards everything in life.  It was something he loved about you, your exuberance.  Your passion!  You burned so bright, his light even on the darkest days. 
     “Will you marry me?”
     Your brow creased in confusion before you realized, he didn’t actually say the words a moment ago.  You been so excited that he never got the chance. 
     “Yes,” you nodded, your forehead coming to rest against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
     Sam slipped the ring onto your finger, “Will you look at that?  Perfect fit.”
     “Guess that means you’re stuck with me now.”  You shifted so that you were sitting in his lap, your hand cupped his jaw, “I should tell you up front that I tend to get into trouble, there’s a good chance that you’ll be required to rescue me from time to time.”
     “Good thing rescuing you is my second favorite activity.”
     “Second favorite?”
     “Yeah,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, “Let me show you the front runner.”
     Before long, Sam had swept you away in a haze with his deft fingers and clever tongue.  The title of Hero that you bestowed on him became a running joke through the years and then a loving nickname.  But that didn’t make it any less true.  He’d always been a hero, and now he was yours. TAGLIST @deans-baby-momma @muchamusedaboutnothing @peterpangirl21 @ficbreaks @teresa-67 @sacriceria @verytoadpapersoul @heartbreak-of-a-marauder @savspersonalproperty @deanwanddamons @jenwinchester40 @perpetualabsurdity @starryeyeseunbyul @sexyvixen7 @katsbratsupernaturalwhore @agirlwithdemonblood @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @imthedoctorlove @roonyxx @smellingofpoetryy @deanwinchesterswitch @thinkinghardhardlythinking @pink-sparkly-witchly-witch @barewithme02 @deadlynightshadeindustries @jc-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @kinderousmaster @lyarr24 @aphorism-001 @onlinecemetery @allonsy-yesiwill @myeagletoadmaker @panicking-outside-the-disco @haylie-spnfam4evr @lauraashley93 @foxyjwls007 @bluedragonflylady @foxyjwls007
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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Nine
Summary: Austin is hit by a storm and you distract yourself with a Q&A with your followers. Your pregnancy is coming to an end as Jensen, Danneel, and the kids come to visit. Words: 2k + instagram stories Jared x Reader x Gen Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst
I Know Your Wife Masterpost
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When the storm hit, you had to work extra hard not to completely freak out.
You were supposed to be going to your 18 week scan, hopefully finally finding out whether you were having girls or boys seeing as they’d remained stubbornly in the wrong position throughout the 16 week checkup, but obviously you weren’t able to get there due to the road conditions.
A pipe burst in the house, flooding the floor of what was supposed to be the twins’ nursery and caving in some of the ceiling underneath, and both Jared and Gen insisted that you didn’t help with the cleanup so that you didn’t cause yourself any unnecessary stress at that time.
You had no power or internet connection, so you couldn’t stream, or even call your parents to check in, and it was absolutely freezing outside of the house so searching for connection elsewhere was out of the question. The only real positive of the situation was watching the kids and the dogs play in the snow once it was safe to go outside.
Almost as swiftly as the storm arrived and caused havoc, it was over. The sun came out, the snow melted away and, apart from the future nursery’s water damage, everything went back to normal.
When you eventually got back from your rearranged scan, you decided to hold a little Instagram stories Q&A as you’d been MIA during the whole storm.
You wanted to get back in touch with your followers, especially seeing as Gen was so active and, frankly, making you look bad.
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You posted the ‘Ask me anything’ to your story and were shocked at how fast questions started coming in. You found a show to watch in the background while everybody was out before properly settling in to answer some questions.
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By the time you'd answered most of the more frequently asked questions, everyone else had returned from their walk.
Bailey was clearly exhausted, walking straight over to you in the living room and flopping down at your feet.
"Did they wear you out, baby?" you asked, scratching between her ears. "You'd always be home with me if you had the choice, huh?"
“She had fun,” Tom told you, coming to sit beside you.
You put your arm over his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.
“Did you?” you asked him.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, leaning against you. “Did you have a good afternoon?”
“I’ve been super lazy,” you admitted, earning a laugh from Genevieve as she walked in.
She leaned in to kiss the top of your head before sitting down on the other end of the couch.
“You’ve got babies to grow, you’re doing your best,” she reminded you.
“I’ve been watching Glee and posting on instagram,” you deadpanned, earning another laugh which made you crack into a smile.
Dallas came in at a run, giggling as Shep chased behind her, Jared following with an exasperated smile.
“Thanks,” you told him as he handed you a lemonade.
You took a sip, offering some to Tom before resting it down.
“No worries,” he told you, picking up the remote control as he sat down.
He stopped the box set and put on a movie that the kids would enjoy, the six of you settling in to watch in a comfortable silence.
*****
Everything continued as normal.
Your time was split between parenting, dog-walking, and streaming - your viewership still growing steadily. You were still in contact with the game production team, spending a few days in the studio to record your sound between scans and all of your other commitments.
By June 30th you were officially the most pregnant you had ever been, and you could absolutely feel it. Your date schedule had stayed in place up until you hit 35 weeks in your pregnancy, your body too tired for any other activities while carrying two healthy babies.
Getting out of bed was a struggle, your belly was so heavy and stretched tight. Your back and boobs had been aching for what felt like months now, and by this point you realised you couldn’t focus on anything for an extended period of time. You sent out a tweet to your followers, joking about going on maternity leave as you couldn’t sit and stream for hours on end anymore.
All of your scans had been positive, and you’d been talking about names for the past couple of weeks. After Dallas came early, you tried to get that conversation going earlier on than in your last pregnancy, which was reassuring as you entered the last few weeks as you felt like you could bond with your babies a bit easier, using the names you’d shortlisted.
You were sat in the nursery which had been complete a few months now, in the same rocking chair that you had in Dallas’ nursery in Vancouver, while you called your parents for your regularly scheduled catch up. 
“I’d stand up and show off the bump but honestly I’d rather die,” you jibed, and Danneel laughed while Jensen rolled his eyes,
“I remember that feeling,” Danneel sympathised. 
“We’ll be down in a couple days anyway,” Jensen reminded you, and you smiled.
“I can’t believe you’ve nearly been my parents for four years,” you mused, knowing they were coming down to celebrate your adoption anniversary. 
“I’ve been your dad for nearly five if we’re honest,” Jensen commented.
“I meant officially,” you laughed, “but you’re right. I can’t wait to see you guys, it’s been too long.”
“I kinda thought the twins would be born by the time we got down,” Danneel admitted. “I was hoping I’d get snuggles.”
You matched her wistful smile.
“We’ll be down for a week,” your father reminded both of you. “A lot can happen in a week.”
“That’s true,” you agreed. “When I found out I was pregnant, I was hoping to go full 40 this time, but now we’re over 37 weeks and I’m just about ready to actually burst.”
You sighed, running a hand over your bump. 
“Not to sound uncharacteristically optimistic, but I think I’m ready for them to come now.”
“I for one would not complain if I got to have grandpa cuddles on our trip down,” Jensen chimed in. “And I’m sure JJ and our twins would be pumped to meet them.”
“We’ll see,” you smiled. “If they’re as stubborn and contrary as me, they’ll probably stay in for weeks now that I’ve admitted I’m ready.” 
They smiled fondly, and you bit your lip as you considered your next words. 
“I know it’s late, but-”
“She’s still up,” Danneel told you before you could even finish your thought. “We put her to bed but made the error of telling her we were about to call you.”
“I’ll get her,” Jensen told you, getting to his feet to go and retrieve your sister.
“She asks about you every day, you know?” Danneel told you. “Always asking about Dallas and the babies, too.”
Your heart fluttered at her words. 
“It’s been so weird doing it all without you guys around,” you admitted. “Jared and Gen have been great, it’s just so different from last time.”
She smiled sadly.
“Two days, sweetie,” she reminded you. “We’ll all be reunited again. You can show off the cute new nursery in person.”
You nodded, grinning as you heard Jensen and JJ coming down the stairs.
“I can’t wait.”
*****
“Are you sure you’re good to drive?” Gen asked as you grabbed your keys on Friday afternoon.
“I’m good,” you promised, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as Jared picked up his keys as well. “There’s five of them to pick up, plus their luggage. Two cars makes sense.”
“I don’t think she’ll spend another second sat here when she knows they’re in the city,” Jared reasoned, bending down to help Dallas into her shoes. “Neither of them will.”
“We’re seein’ Grandpa,” Dallas told him proudly, getting to her feet and taking your hand.
“Yeah we are,” you smiled, looking back at an unconvinced Genevieve. “Babe, I’m fine. If my water breaks I’ll already be in the car anyway, easier to get to the hospital.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock and Jared ushered you and your daughter out of the door before she could stop you.
“She’s kidding,” he told his wife, wrapping his arms around her as you and Dallas got into your car. “We’ll be fine. Just picking them up from the airport, we’ll be right back.”
“Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid,” Gen murmured, pulling him down for a kiss. “No lifting things.”
“She can barely put her clothes on herself, she’s not lifting anything,” he promised, pulling back and stepping outside. “We’ll see you soon.”
*****
You rubbed at the small of your back as you waited at the arrivals gate, Jared with Dallas on his shoulders as you scanned the crowd for your parents and siblings.
“Do you want to go and sit?” Jared asked, looking down at you in concern.
You shook your head, breathing carefully as you stretched your back out.
“I can sit when we get home,” you reminded him. “I’ve missed them, can’t wait another second longer than I need to.”
He huffed a small laugh, and you looked up at him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I appreciate you doing this,” you told him, quiet enough that your daughter wouldn’t hear. “After everything with The Winchesters-”
“They’re your parents,” he replied, meeting your gaze. “It hurt but I can’t hold a grudge, not when they’re such a big part of your life, of our daughter’s life.”
You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, grateful that he was able to consider it water under the bridge for the benefit of you and Dallas. It had come as a surprise to both of you when Jensen had made the post earlier that week, and Jared had taken it considerably harder than you had, but knowing how important your relationship with your parents was to you, he’d been able to push it to the side.
“Grandpa!”
Dallas’ shout and light tug on Jared’s hair grabbed both of your attention, and you looked over to see your family making their way through the crowd.
Dallas scrambled to get down and Jared laughed as he helped her, putting her down in front of him but holding her shoulders so she didn’t run off until they got closer.
Jensen broke out into a little jog and Jared let her run to him, both of you watching with fond smiles as he picked your daughter up under her arms and span her around.
“Surprised you’re not running too,” Jared joked, and you looked down at your bump.
“I would be if these guys weren’t in the way,” you grumbled, grinning as JJ came running up to you.
“Don’t pick me up,” she reminded you as she wrapped her arms around you, and you laughed as you held her against you.
“You’re getting too big anyway,” you told her, smiling at Danneel as she finally reached you with the twins and bags in tow.
“I thought you were joking when you said you’re ready to burst,” she told you, letting the twins run to you as she hugged Jared. “Good to see you.”
Jared smiled as he hugged back before crouching to greet the kids as Jensen came over with Dallas on his hip.
“Nonna,” Dallas giggled, reaching for Danneel.
“Hey baby girl,” she smiled, taking her from her husband so he could give you a hug.
You hugged him tight - well, as tight as you could with two babies in the way.
“Let’s get you home, we can catch up there,” he told you, picking up his bags.
Jared grabbed Danneel’s bag and you and Danneel took two kids each as you made your way back out to the cars.
“I’ve missed you,” JJ admitted, squeezing your hand.
You squeezed back before letting go to find your keys in your pocket.
“It’s been too long,” you agreed, unlocking your car and helping Zep into his car seat. “I hope we never have to leave it this long again.”
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Little Things: The Uley Pack x Reader.
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Sam always checks on you before he goes and right after he returns. Knowing that you are safe is ALWAYS Sam’s first priority. As long as you are okay, he feels like everything can work out no matter how bad.
So he always makes sure.
He’ll come to your window just before leaving, the wolf within beginning to howl. But he quiets it as you lean out of the open window, smiling as you wrap your arms around his sturdy shoulders and kiss the scar across his jaw.
“Be safe, baby,” you whisper in his ear, “and come home soon.”
Sam will promise to do just that as he kisses you, vanishing into the dark forest. Hours later he’ll stumble back into your arms, tired and sore but utterly happy. Kissing you again, he falls into your embrace and refuses to leave until morning...because this is right where he belongs, right here in your arms.
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Jared loves to make you laugh. The first thing he ever did was make you laugh and, god, it was just the sweetest sound in the world!
You think he’s so funny.
He’ll just tease you all of the damn time, pulling your hair (gently, though, because he knows how strong he is and can’t bare the thought of hurting you) and tell silly jokes, chasing you around as you laugh. And when he finally catches you, Jared pulls you into him and falls backwards to the earth, kissing and nipping your neck as you laugh.
“Jared!”
That’s the only sound he loves better then your laughter...the way you say him name.
It sounds so sweet coming from your lips, like some kind of magic. You cast a spell over him with just one word and he’s got no way of breaking it!
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Paul loves it when you play with his hair and hands. No one else can make this boy as soft as you can and when you touch him his heart races.
He just melts for you!
It’s crazy because nobody has ever had this affect on him before. He’s been full of emotions since he was just a kid, always worked up about something. He feels far too much and while it can be great (because when he’s happy, it’s beautiful, and he loves with all of his heart) it can also be pretty terrible, suffocating even.
You make it better.
Just putting a hand on his shoulder it enough to calm him down. You’re the only one who can pull him away from a fight, just by taking his hand. The touch of you calms him right down and suddenly, you’re all he cares about.
“Come ‘ere, Paul.”
And your kiss! Those lips are his salvation and he kisses you every damn day, taking pleasure in knowing that you are his and he is yours.
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Brady has a playlist of your favorite songs. It starts out as a piece of notebook paper covered in scribbles. If he notices that you like a song/band, he writes it down and listens to it again and again until eventually it’s a long, long list.
He sets up a little playlist on his phone and whenever you’re together, he let’s it play in the background. Brady likes study dates in particular (he’s pretty serious about his studies even with the whole werewolf thing and just being with him will make your grades better in the long run), helping you with homework as song after song plays.
“I can’t imagine life without your love, even forever don’t seem like long enough...”
But he dances with you too, taking your hand and spinning you around the living room. It feels so right, you in his arms, and he’s can’t get enough. There will always be music and dancing and kissing, Brady pressing his lips to yours as the music swells and his heart goes wild.
“Cause every time I breathe, I take you in and my heart beats again. Baby, I can’t help it, you keep me drowning in your love.”
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Collin always has your favorite snacks just in case. He’s a very gentle and caring person and likes to care for you in the little ways.
Which is why he has a “Y/N Box”.
It’s a plastic container beneath his bed, just for you. He’s got everything. Your favorite snacks, pads and Tylenol and band-aids, some movies and CDs, the works. He keeps it close by and well stocked, just in case you need it. There’s even a blanket (he doesn’t need them too much since he runs pretty hot, but he keeps extra for you) and a stuffed animal he won you.
The truth is, he likes to take care of you...but he also likes to be cared for, even though he will never actually say it.
So when he breaks out the blankets on a particularity bad day and movies, let Collin rest his head on your lap as you play with his hair and tell him how wonderful he is...sometimes he really, really needs to hear it.
“I love you, baby.”
And he really needs to hear that too.
(I couldn’t find a gif for either Brady or Collin!)
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Anything you feel would go with this
Jared Padalecki x Reader
529 words
Warnings: semi-public smut, 18+ only
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“No time for pleasantries.” His lips are hot on yours, his breath filling your lungs while his body knocks the air from your chest when your back hits the cement block wall.
You chortle, the laugh swallowed by Jared’s kisses. “Pleasantries? What is this, the Middle Ages?”
“Sorry.” Jared chuckles, his lips moving across your jawline. “Forgot to get fully out of character.”
He’s playing a British detective in his new role, and apparently the dialogue has made its way into his daily conversation - into his dirty talk. You cringe at the thought, but you’re quickly pulled back to reality by the scrape of Jared’s stubble against your neck.
“I only have five minutes. We’re breaking for a makeup touch-up.” He informs you, hands pushing up under your clothes.
Your intent was just to bring him lunch. Then you saw his costume, the suit, the fitted white shirt, the tailored pants. He saw the look in your eyes when he met your gaze as the director called cut, and he was pulling you into a dark corner within seconds.
Now his fingers are tucked into the front of your underwear, fingertips taunting your clit while you writhe between his hard, overheated body and an only slightly harder, cool wall.
You nod at his time constraint; no time for pleasantries, indeed. No time for much of anything with the way Jared fucks. He’s leaning against you, pinning you against the wall. You ache for him, clit throbbing under his touch, walls clenching around nothing. He’s hardly touching you.
Jared is teasing you, making you wait for the real thing.
Two can play this game. You reach forward, pressing your palm against the growing bulge in the front of his pants and rocking your hand forward. Just as quickly, you pull your hand away. You pluck at the top button on his white shirt and shove him backwards by the chest.
Jared is quick on his feet, never stumbling, even as you push him. His hands find the remaining buttons and he begins opening them, making a show of partially undressing, showing you his too-toned and too-tanned body.
It’s the middle of February, for Christ’s sake. No one should look like this all the time. But Jared does.
His eyes never leave yours, boring into you while he flashes his chest. Then he’s closing in on you again, but you meet him before he can capture you against the wall again. You spin him around, his back pressed against the blocks, and cup your palm around his cock through the fabric of his pants. With a soft squeeze, you feel his length twitch in your hand. He’s getting hard.
Looking up at Jared, you grin devilishly and stand on your toes to whisper in his ear. “No time for pleasantries.”
You back away, pushing his bagged lunch against his torso until he brings a hand up to grasp it. Jared is stunned, jaw slack, eyes wide. As you saunter away, hips swaying with purpose and pride, Jared makes a silent vow to himself to tease every inch of your body until you’re shameless, begging for him to be inside of you.
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Drunk Drabbles April 14, 2023
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My Hero
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Summary: Doctor Sam WInchester had fallen hard for the woman living just down the hall. She was easily the most adorable and the most accident-prone creature he had ever met! Yet for all the times he came to her rescue, he was too shy to make a move. Maybe he could work up his courage, if he got just one more chance...
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader, Doctor!Sam Winchester x You
Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Garth, Dean Winchester
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, fluff
One Shot
Word Count: 3700
Author’s Notes: I swear, every time I get sick all I want is a Winchester to come and take care of me. Is that really so much to ask?? I think not! This is my very first Sam x Reader fic! I have a few more ideas rattling around for the youngest Winchester brother, but this is decent practice. For now. Enjoy!
Bang.  Bang.  Bang.
     “Coming, coming!”  Sam pulled t-shirt over his head as he trotted to the front door.  He’d been getting ready for bed when the insistent knocking started.
     The door swung open to a very nervous young man in a Wong’s delivery uniform.  Sam recognized him from the few times he ordered from them. 
     “Hey, its Garth, right?”
     “Yeah,” he shifted on his feet, his eyes round with worry, “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”
     Sam’s instantly shifted into his professional mode.  He was currently an attending at Lawrence General Hospital, having just moved back a year ago from L.A.  It had been an adjustment, but a welcome one.  Big city life didn’t suit Sam at all. 
     “I am.  What’s going on?’
     “I was dropping off an order down the hall to the lady in 302 and I heard this thud behind the door and now I can’t get her to answer.  I think something’s wrong.”
     Sam was already grabbing his medical bag, “Show me.”
     302.  He knew the woman who lived there.  More or less.  They kept running into each other.  He first discovered her fighting with the soap dispenser in the laundry room.  Then again when she locked herself out of the building during a thunderstorm.  And then last week when the elevator got stuck between floors.  He always seemed to be wandering by when she needed a rescue.  She was funny, smart, accident prone, and completely adorable. 
     Sam had been working up the courage to ask her out, but something always seemed to crop up.  An extra shift at the hospital or a birthday party for a colleague.  He knew it was an excuse.  For all of his professional success, Sam was, and always had been, extremely shy.
     “Y/N?”  He knocked loudly on the closed door, then tried the handle and found it locked. 
     “Alright, stand back,” he said to Garth.  In one powerful move, Sam kicked the door in, the heel of his foot landing in just the right spot to splinter the doorjamb. 
     “Damn,” Garth blew out an impressed breath, “You aren’t even wearing shoes.”
     You were laying in the foyer.  Curled on your side with your hair spread out like a halo.  A wallet sat a few inches away from outstretched fingers. 
     Sam was at your side in an instant, gingerly turning you over and searching for a pulse, “Y/N?  Can you hear me?”
     Garth hovered nearby, nerves in his voice, “Is she okay?”
     Sam ran a hand over your forehead, “She’s burning up.  Go see if you can find a washcloth and a glass of water.”
     His worry only grew when he carried you to the couch and you still didn’t come to.  He held your limp body up with one hand while he worked your hoodie off with the other, leaving you in a tank top and yoga pants.  He’d strip that off you too, if he had to.  Every inch of bare skin he touched felt like it was on fire! 
     “Why isn’t she waking up?”  Garth asked handing Sam a kitchen towel.
     “Dehydration.  With a fever this high, it can happen quick.”  Sam dipped the towel in the water filled coffee mug and bathed your face and neck.  Sure enough, his efforts were rewarded.
     You groaned, even that soft sound reverberated through your pounding head.  Everything hurt and all you wanted was to slip back into the blankness of sleep.   But it was so noisy!  Someone kept talking, like the parents in a Snoopy cartoon.  Unintelligible, insistent, and so annoying!
     Sam gently tapped your cheeks, “Y/N.  Come on, darlin.  Open your eyes for me.”
     With a bit of coaxing, you did as he asked.  Everything around you swirled and slowly came into focus.  Your head felt heavy and fell to the side, Sam was there and smiled down at you.  As a reflex, you smiled back before your fevered brain could catch up and tell you who you were looking at.
     “Hey… it’s my hero.”
     Sam chuckled in relief, “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”
     “You’re here.  That’s so nice… why are you here?”
     “You passed out,” he replied, pressing the cool cloth to your brow.  “Do you remember what happened?”
     You tried to search your memory, but everything was so fuzzy!  “Um, I came home from work… I was sick.  Felt really bad.  Everything hurt.  Achy and cold.  Headache.  Then I ordered soup from the place down on Main Street.  I dunno…I feel a little out of it.”
     There was a blood pressure cuff wrapped around your bicep that was inflating.  Where did that come from?  Sam was doing that doctor thing where they listen to you talk while taking vitals at the same time.   
     How did doctors do that?  Did they teach that in med school?  It seemed especially confusing to you as your thoughts kept skipping away and going down rabbit holes.
     Cool fingers felt under your jaw, pressing against swollen lymph nodes.  He always had such a gentleness about him.  Such grace.  Surprising for a man of his size, but he seemed to take such care with you.  Like you were the most rare, delicate creature in the world.
     Last week when you found yourself stuck in the elevator, it was Sam who answered your call.  He muscled open the doors single handed and lifted you up though the opening without breaking a sweat.  You were more than a little awe struck by his display of strength and chivalry.  If you’d had half a brain, you’d have invited him for coffee as a thank you.  As it was, you were preoccupied with being late to work.  A sadly missed opportunity with your handsome neighbor.
     “You came home from work, was that last night?”
     “Um, yeah.  Yes.  As if Mondays aren’t sucky enough.”
     Sam’s eyebrows rose, “That was two days ago.”
     “What?”
     “Today’s Wednesday.”
     That information had you on the move.  You sat straight up and instantly went white.  The room titled and if it weren’t for Sam’s hands steadying your shoulders, you probably would have slid right off the couch.
     “Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Not so fast,” Sam advised, forcing you to recline.
     “I gotta go call work… or… somebody.”
     “The only place you are going is to the E.R.”
     “No, I can’t go to the hospital.”
     “Y/N, listen to me.  You’re dehydrated to the point that you fainted.  Your fever is 103, that’s dangerous territory.” 
     Sam tried to be stern, but he just didn’t have it in him.  You looked so pitiful with your hair sticking to the sweat slick skin and the dark smudges under your eyes.  You were desperately sick and he wasn’t going to simply leave you without treatment.
     “I know a lot of people are scared of the doctor, but I promise I’ll be right there with you.”
     You swallowed, wincing at the feeling of knives in your throat.  “I’m not scared, I’m uninsured.  My job is new, benefits don’t kick in for thirty days.”
     Garth piped up, “You’re a doctor, can’t you just prescribe something and treat her here?”
     “It’s not that simple.  She needs to be admitted so they can get an I.V. going and get some fluids into her system.  And bring that fever under control.”
     He felt your head loll against him.  He looked down in alarm and found you’d lost consciousness again. 
     “Y/N?  Wake up, Y/N!” 
     This time no amount of effort would bring you around. 
     “Damn it,” Sam growled as he got to his feet.  He grabbed a notepad from your entry table and scribbled a list down.  “Do you know that walk-in clinic on 42nd street?”
     Garth followed him, “Yeah, I pass it on my way to work.”
     “Great.  My brother is on call there tonight, go in and ask for Dean.  Tell him it’s for me, he’ll help you.”  Sam tore off the list and thrust it into Garth’s hand, “Get everything and hurry!”
     Garth shoved the paper in his pocket, “What if they don’t believe me?  That clinic isn’t in the best part of town, junkies hassle them all the time.”
     “Dean will believe you but in case he doesn’t say Poughkeepsie.  It’s our go word, means drop everything.”
     “A secret code word, you guys must be brothers,” Garth muttered on his way out the door.
     You woke feeling warm.  Bundled up in something soft and secure.  Your eyes stayed closed as you enjoyed the luxurious feeling.  Most mornings you woke up stiff with your muscles complaining about the ancient futon you had yet to replace.  It was left over from college and the wood slats dug into your hips, but moving to a new town was expensive!  Anything like a proper mattress would have to wait until you had a few more paychecks under your belt.
     You stretched a bit, content to roll over and fall back into your dreams, but something tugged on your hand and pinched.  You frowned and tried again; it was like you were caught in a fishing net. 
     “What the hell…?”  You grumbled unhappily, determined to keep your eyes closed out of stubbornness.  You blindly felt around and found a tube and tape attached to your right hand.
     Your eyes popped open.  An I.V.?
     You weren’t in your bed.  You weren’t in your room!  Where the hell were you? 
     The dimensions matched your bedroom, but it wasn’t bare bones like yours.  This one was painted a lovely smoke grey.  Bookshelves lined one wall and a mahogany dresser matched it on the other.  The bed was the biggest you’d ever seen.  The headboard was massive and intricately carved.  The mattress was firm but yielding. 
     The bedside table housed bottles of medication, a stethoscope, a digital thermometer, and a glass of water.  You remembered being sick.  Sicker than you’d ever felt.  You remembered your boss sending you home then… nothing.  Just a blur. 
     You sat up slowly.  When the room didn’t spin, you decided to press your luck.  You pulled back the covers enough to dangle your feet over the edge.  Your toes found plush carpet.  You felt weak, but not dizzy.  And you were cold without the blankets.  Looking down you found bare legs.  You were wearing only your tank top and Wonder Woman underwear. 
     Fuck.  Where the hell are my clothes?!
     With a quick yank, you pulled the I.V. out and headed for the door. 
     “Yeah, Dean I know.  If I promise to wash and wax your car, will you get off my case?”
     “No way in hell you are waxing my Baby, do I need to remind you about Liza Raffaella in the eighth grade?”
     “Please don’t,” Sam groaned into the phone. 
     “It’s wax on, wax off.  Not wax on, go chat up a nerd girl for three hours while the wax bakes on in the sun!”
     “Sam?”
     Sam spun at the raspy voice behind him.  You were standing in the hall, your hand braced against the wall for balance.  You looked a little wobbly, but far better than you had in hours.
     “I gotta go,” he told his brother before ending the call.  “Y/N, hey.  How you feeling?”
     “Confused.  How did I get here and where are my clothes?”
     “Oh!”  Sam’s cheeks colored instantly as he grabbed a soft, woven throw from the back of an over-sized chair.  He draped it over your shoulders and ushered you to the sofa.
     “Sorry about that, your fever was sky high.  Needed to bring it down in a hurry.  Here, sit.”
     You sank down onto a couch that was just as comfortable as the bed you’d woken up in.  Sam disappeared into the kitchen then returned with a glass of ginger ale and some crackers.  He was rattling off something about Chinese takeout and your pants being in the laundry.  All the while he was fussing over you.  His long fingers found the pulse point on your wrist, and he produced a pen light from somewhere to check your pupils.
     After a few minutes, he realized you were staring at him, “Y/N?”
     “Sam, grateful that I am for your hospitality and bedside manner… I still don’t understand why I’m here.” 
     “Well, I figured it would be a better place for you to recover… with all the construction.”
     Now you were really confused, “Construction?”
     Sam rubbed the back of his neck and embarrassment turned his ears pink, “Yeah.  I ah… I kinda broke down your door.”
     “What?!”
     “You weren’t answering!  I just had a really bad feeling, and I would never have forgiven myself if something happened to you.”
     His gaze traveled your face then locked on your eyes.  “I was worried about you.”
     You looked at him, really looked.  He was beautiful, as he always was, but there was an edge of exhaustion to his features.  His five o’clock shadow was darker than you’d ever seen it.  The fine lines around his eyes and lips were etched deeper and his hazel eyes were slightly red.  Even his enviable hair was disheveled. 
     “So, you committed destruction of property to save my life?”
     “I did.”  He gave a nod, his tone teasing, “You gonna turn me in?”
     A small smile played around your lips, “Nah.  I might need your services again.  I have a habit of getting into trouble.  Nice to know I’ve got my own personal hero on call.”
     “You call, I’ll come running.”
Two Years Later:
     “That was not our first date!”
     “We spent the entire weekend curled up in my bed, it counts.”
     “I was unconscious!”
     “Not the whole time,” Sam countered, threading his fingers through yours, “Sometimes you’d wake up.  Of course, you were delirious.  You did have some of the most creative fever dreams… what was that one about the Catholic church hiding the existence of extra-terrestrials by dressing them up like the clergy?”
     “They were hiding dinosaurs, not aliens.  Tiny dinosaurs under their creepy old lady robes.  And still, not a date.  I think you’ll find most dating experts would agree with me on this.”
    “Dating experts?”
     “Your brother.”
     Sam huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be fooled by the rumors, he’s not the Casanova everyone thinks he is.”
     “I dunno, guy gets a lot of dates.”
     “First dates.  Ask him about his batting average for second dates.”
     “Oh yeah?  Got him beat, do you?”
     “Hands down.”
     Sam curled a finger under your chin and brought his lips down to meet yours.  You hummed happily as an electric spark zinged all the way down to your toes.  It was crazy that even after two years he still managed to excite you with just a touch, or a look.  You never had to doubt his feelings for you, he wore them openly and proudly.  He never missed the opportunity to hold your hand in the grocery store or to wrap his arm around your shoulders at the movies.   A kiss to the temple, a hand at the small of your back.  Every touch was filled with the warmth of the sun on a summer’s day.  Every night was filled with the heat and passion of desire that could never be sated. 
     You leaned into Sam’s side as he guided the two of you down the winding path that cut through the willows.  “So, tell me Doctor Winchester, why haven’t I been to your family’s estate before?”
     “I wouldn’t call it an estate, it’s just a few acres.”
     “I don’t care if it’s a patch of dead grass… you have horses!  Horses, Sam!  I’ve wanted to go horseback riding since I was ten.”
     “We might be able to squeeze in a lesson for you before we head home.”
     “Really?!”
     “I’ll bet you’re a natural, you’re already an expert with a riding crop,” he whispered in your ear.
     “Sam!”  You admonished him, instantly turning red, “That was a one time!”
     “Best birthday ever.  And to answer your question; you haven’t been here before because I was waiting.”
     The path curved and opened up to a decent sized pond.  A dock jutted out onto the clear, still waters and ended in an elaborate gazebo.  Painted a picturesque white and topped with a copper finial, hundreds of tiny fairy lights hung from the rafters glittering with magic and romance. 
     “Oh wow,” you breathed, following Sam down the planks.  “This is like something out of a book.  God, it’s beautiful!”
     “My parents built this place from the ground up.  Mom had this vision in her head about a pond where she could come and watch ducks.  Teach her kids to swim and fish.  So, one summer, Dad started digging.  I don’t think he even had a plan, all the neighbors thought he was crazy!  But he was stubborn and determined.  And he loved my mom more than anything.”
     You walked out to the end of the platform and leaned out on the railing.  Dragonflies danced along the surface of the water as the sun began to set and the crickets started to sing.  “He did a great job.  Did he build the gazebo too?”
     “Anniversary present,” he confirmed, joining you by the railing.  “This was my favorite spot when I was a kid.  Dean loved the garage, hanging with Dad and tearing apart trucks with the radio blasting.  I couldn’t stand the noise, so I’d come out here.  Even in the winter.”
     Suddenly, a swan flew down and landed in the middle of the water.  Graceful and noble, it glided across the water sending the slightest of ripples out in its wake.  As it turned, you could see a single black feather against the white of its tail. 
     “Oh!  I’ve never seen a swan with one black feather.”
     “He’s always had it, never could figure out why.  He showed up when I was ten and just never left.  I call him Solomon.”
     “Is it just him?  I thought swans always paired up?”  
     “Well, that’s the thing, they do have mates for life, but he showed up alone.  And I know it sounds silly, but he was mopey.  He didn’t take a lot of interest in anything; he didn’t interact with the ducks or even pay any attention to me when I tried to feed him.  He was sad.  Some animals grieve and I think he was grieving for his lost mate.”
     “Poor guy,” you murmured, watching as Sam took a packet of birdseed from his pocket and tossed a bit out on the water. 
     “When I left for college, Solomon migrated and didn’t come back in the spring.  I thought I’d seen the last of him, but then I got a call from Mom this past summer.  He was back and he brought someone with him.”
     As if on cue, a second swan swooped down and landed beside Solomon.  Pure white and just as lovely.  They looked like a postcard, gliding on the sunlit water.
     “You’re kidding!  He found another mate?  I didn’t know swans would do that!”
     “Some do, special cases.  And Solomon’s no fool, he might have been content to be alone forever, but when that right one came along, he snapped her up.”
     “That’s amazing!”  You turned to Sam with a beaming grin, but stopped short when you realized he wasn’t standing there beside you.  He was kneeling. 
     “Sam.”
     He took both of your hands in his, tipping his face back to gaze up at you with such tenderness and devotion it made your breath catch.
     “I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.  I knew what I wanted to do and how I wanted it to look, but the words never came.  Everything I wrote seemed inadequate.  Even the word love falls short.  It’s not enough, it’s not big enough.  Being with you is a revelation, Y/N.  You call me your hero, but baby… it’s the other way around.  You rescued me.”
     Tears had already gathered in your eyes when he pulled out a blue velvet box.  A diamond solitaire sparkled inside like a star in the sky. 
     “I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words, but I swear to show you.  To treasure you, to make your happiness my mission.  To answer your call and to love you for all my days.”
     You dropped down to your knees and tackled him.  Your arms flung around his neck, nearly knocking him over in your enthusiasm.   He caught you with a laugh and kept the two of you from tumbling off into the water.  You kissed every square inch of the face you’d loved since he first rescued you.  And you laughed.  Joy bubbled up from your heart like effervescent Champagne.
     “You astonishing,” Kiss. “Brilliant,” kiss. “Romantic,” kiss, kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss, kiss, kiss.
     “Y/N… baby…”
     “Yes?” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.
     His hands wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back slightly so he could look into your eyes.  He traced the curve of your face, fondly tucking your hair behind your ear.  You were always moving, always racing towards everything in life.  It was something he loved about you, your exuberance.  Your passion!  You burned so bright, his light even on the darkest days. 
     “Will you marry me?”
     Your brow creased in confusion before you realized, he didn’t actually say the words a moment ago.  You been so excited that he never got the chance. 
     “Yes,” you nodded, your forehead coming to rest against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
     Sam slipped the ring onto your finger, “Will you look at that?  Perfect fit.”
     “Guess that means you’re stuck with me now.”  You shifted so that you were sitting in his lap, your hand cupped his jaw, “I should tell you up front that I tend to get into trouble, there’s a good chance that you’ll be required to rescue me from time to time.”
     “Good thing rescuing you is my second favorite activity.”
     “Second favorite?”
     “Yeah,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, “Let me show you the front runner.”
     Before long, Sam had swept you away in a haze with his deft fingers and clever tongue.  The title of Hero that you bestowed on him became a running joke through the years and then a loving nickname.  But that didn’t make it any less true.  He’d always been a hero, and now he was yours. TAGLIST @deans-baby-momma @muchamusedaboutnothing @peterpangirl21 @ficbreaks @teresa-67 @sacriceria @verytoadpapersoul @heartbreak-of-a-marauder @savspersonalproperty @deanwanddamons @jenwinchester40 @perpetualabsurdity @starryeyeseunbyul @sexyvixen7 @katsbratsupernaturalwhore @agirlwithdemonblood @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @imthedoctorlove @roonyxx @smellingofpoetryy @deanwinchesterswitch @thinkinghardhardlythinking @pink-sparkly-witchly-witch @barewithme02 @deadlynightshadeindustries @jc-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @kinderousmaster @lyarr24 @aphorism-001 @onlinecemetery @allonsy-yesiwill @myeagletoadmaker @panicking-outside-the-disco @haylie-spnfam4evr @lauraashley93 @foxyjwls007 @bluedragonflylady @foxyjwls007
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julesthequirky · 10 months
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Jared and Characters
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The 'Uncle': Twoshot; Much to the reader's disapproval, her 'uncle' will supervise whilst the reader's mother and her partner go on holiday for a week.
Part One
Brat: Series; In order to adjust her behaviour and attitude, Y/N is sent to John’s and whilst she’s there, John’s sons, Sam and Dean take a liking to her.
Trailer Trash Tinkerbell: Part of The Creedence Creek Cowboys Trilogy; He's a lawyer. She's unemployed. But a chance meeting changes their lives forever. (Sam x Reader)
It Started With A Beer: Oneshot; Reader meets Sam in a bar, and smut ensues. (Sam x Reader)
Drive Me Crazy: Mini-Series; Reader used to date Sam, and now Dean's asking for her help on a case. (Sam x Reader)
Classroom Humiliation: Explicit Oneshot; Reader gets humiliated in class. (Jared x Reader).
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emma045 · 4 months
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Y/N:*tries to rizz jared*
Jared:*hella awkard bc gurl*
Friend: nuh uh
NUH UH NOT ON MY WATCH
*turns on the light*
Jared:*fuckin dies bc light vs it guy*
Y/N: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
*also dies bc average Tumblr enjoyer vs light*
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captain039 · 1 year
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PART 2 He’s down on his knees
Jared Padalecki x reader
Warnings: sexual, smut, oral, light swearing, age gap, praise kink, dom/sub, bondage, public sex, talks about sex/kinks, first times, self esteem issues, body issues, chubby reader Just real dirty unless I put feelings into it xD
Just a random movie I’ll make up for this.
I also live for gay best friend makeup artist
Last part <-
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Jared frowned staring at the spot you used to be, did he do something wrong? He felt your body tremble and saw the panic in your eyes as you left. Confused he followed you out the back door worried.
You sighed taking deep breaths, this is fine? Everything is ok. The back door opened and you saw a worried Jared.
“Hey, what happened? You ok?” He said worried puppy dog eyes active.
“Fine,” you said stepping away from him when he came closer. He frowned hurt flashing across his face.
“Did I do something?” He asked genuine worry in his voice.
“No J, no I-“ you sighed wanting to bash your head against the wall and forget anything ever happened.
“I panicked ok, because…. Because that was my first kiss” you mumbled the last part highly embarrassed as you stared at the ground and fiddled with a rock with your foot.
“What?” He asked surprised.
“My first kiss!” You yelled without meaning to.
“It’s stupid I know, nobody’s sentimental about that sorta thing anymore, but it’s special to me ok! You’ve probably kissed a thousand girls it’s easy for you” you babbled hands flying around before resting on your hips. He didn’t say anything, he just looked surprised.
“Now you think I’m stupid” you groaned.
“I don’t think you're stupid,” he said frowning slightly.
“I think it's cute,” he said his cheeks going slightly red.
“What?” You asked baffled by his words.
“You’re a romantic type, first kiss should be sacred, like hiding under the stadium chairs with your first boyfriend, or under the sunset, or first date goodbye” he shrugged embarrassed himself.
“I just assumed you’d you know” he shrugged again and you frowned confused.
“Had boyfriends and done all that” he added and you flushed.
“Jared” you scoffed and he frowned.
“Look at me,” you said and he did.
“I don’t-?” He tilted his head.
“I am fifty kilos too heavy, I have a double chin, my skin isn’t perfect, and I am no actor model! In high school it was worse I got no male attention, suppose it’s good because my taste in men is not that, besides the point! I was not a girl boy or man notice” you sighed arms covering your stomach.
“I’m not someone they talk to or look at” you whispered feeling emotions take over.
“Nobody takes notice of me Jared, not even now, I became an actor to be seen, now though it just feels stupid, I love acting, I can be someone else, I don’t have to be me” you stared at the ground, frowning when shoes came in the view and a hand cupped your cheek.
Your words got muffled by lips on yours, Jared kissed you, really kissed you and your brain didn’t know how to react. Your body seemed to know, kissing him, hands clutching his shirt.
“Do not say that about yourself” he muttered and you went to argue.
“Don’t” he finalised.
“I notice you every single hour of the day, hell the minutes, I am in awe of you, your movement, your body, your voice, your being is intoxicating” he spoke with passion, and determination as his gaze held yours tightly.
“I am obsessed with you” he admitted in a quiet voice. His eyes looked away, to the ground in guilt and disgust with himself. You lifted your hand and cupped his cheek so he looked at you. You were confident at this moment, this giant man practically a tool under your touch almost.
“Prove it” you muttered shocked by the words that left your mouth. His eyes darkened at your words, mouth open slightly as he breathed heavily. His mouth smashed to yours and he backed you up against the house, the man was strong you knew he was, but didn’t realise he was this strong. His hands cupped the back of your thighs and you faltered but he growled softly and you jumped up. His kiss was intoxicating, his hands squeezed your thighs as he moved down to kiss along your neck and jaw. The dress had a high collar so he couldn’t get very far which made him grumble. His hips ground into you seeking some form of friction. You were so lost in the feeling you jumped a mile when the director called for you both. Jared jolted panting softly in your neck as you prayed he wouldn’t come outside.
“Five minutes!” He yelled and you sighed in relief. Jared let you down slowly and you felt a little wobbly but kept your balance. He chuckled lightly lifting his head to look at you.
“I forgot we were at work” he muttered running a hand through his hair.
“No shit” you mumbled and he smiled. He glanced down briefly cheeks reddening and you frowned looking down instinctively.
“I’m gonna- get water” he walked away adjusting his jeans as you flushed furiously. You had your first kiss and first, make-out sesh in the span of ten minutes. You went back inside also hoping to not look too dishevelled. One of the makeup artists came over and fixed your hair and costume before smirking and walking away. She knew, she so totally knew, you were dead, that’s it, end of your career.
“Ok let’s try this again where’s Jared?” The director huffed.
Jared sighed leaning against the counter in his trailer. His mind was going a million miles an hour, thoughts of you, what had just happened. He wasn’t lying about what he said he was obsessed, probably unhealthily so. He groaned his jeans too tight and body too hot, he would’ve fucked you there if he didn’t know you were still a virgin. Some dirty part of him found it overly thrilling and cursed softly. He gripped the counter too hard before locking his cabin door and tugging his belt open and jeans open. He palmed himself, moaning softly, he didn’t have long but he needed to deal with this. He pulled himself out of his boxers and began to stroke lightly. He sighed feeling some form of relief before he spat on his hand and continued. Thoughts of you crossed his mind, the feeling of your body against his, there was so much to hold, so much to feel but he couldn’t because of that stupid costume. His breath hitched as he quickened, and he hung his head and moaned softly. He bit the inside of his cheek, speeding up, movements getting out of rhythm as he finally came in his hand. He slumped against the wall and panted, he groaned slightly pushing himself off the wall and washing his hands. He tucked himself back in his pants before doing them up and heading back to the house.
Next part ->
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hunterscabin · 10 months
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This Baby Will Have A Father Part I
Summary: Y/N is an actress on Supernatural. After becoming pregnant, her boyfriend leaves her, not wanting anything to do with the baby. Unsure of what the future holds, her male co-stars show her that she’s not alone. 
Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast
Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, nervous reader, fluff
Word Count: 1.3k 
Author’s Note: I only have two parts of this story written, and unless it gets major traction, I’m not sure I’ll be writing more. I didn’t want to be a tease and leave y’all hanging, but those who’ve responded said they don’t care and would like to read anyway. Let me know if I should keep going! 
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Filming had only resumed one week ago, and you were already having difficulty hiding your pregnancy. Hiatus had come at the perfect time, right when you were really starting to show, but now that you were in your fifth month, loose sweaters and baggy shirts were no longer able to conceal your constantly expanding stomach. You had told wardrobe and the show’s producers, but the life growing inside of you was still a secret to most of the cast and crew.
It had been a hectic day on set, and you were beyond grateful when Bob called for lunch. You saw some of the guys head into Jensen’s trailer and figured now was as good a time as any to tell them you were expecting. Before you could lose the gumption, you marched up to the door, pausing only briefly before knocking.
“Hey, Y/N/N!” Jensen smiled as he opened the door and stepped aside for you to come in. A loud roar of laughter filled the air.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Not at all!” Jensen picked up his plate and pulled out the chair he had been using. “Have a seat.”
Along with the featured cast, many guest actors were in town to shoot a special episode. Jared and Misha were sitting at the kitchenette table with Rob while Alex and Rich enjoyed their lunch on the sofa.   
“I think I’ll stand. Thanks, though, Jay.” The palpable apprehension coursing through you was in stark contrast to the lighthearted atmosphere in Jensen’s trailer, and your mood didn’t go unnoticed. 
“Everything okay, Y/N?” Misha asked. Before the break, most of the cast had noticed and even discussed your unusually reserved and distant nature. Misha wondered if your current trepidation had anything to do with your pre-hiatus behavior.
“Yes.” You answered with uncertainty.
You had shared your pregnancy with some of the women in the cast earlier that week, and while their support and advice had been immensely heartening, it was emotionally exhausting going over your story again and again. You thought it’d be easier telling all the guys at once. Now, as your eyes scanned the room, you grew increasingly anxious seeing everyone’s attention on you. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all.
“I have some news to share.” you said hesitantly.
“Good news, I hope?” Rob cautioned, his voice full of anticipation.
“Great news, actually.” You took a deep breath, uncrossed your arms, and opened your sweatshirt. “I’m pregnant.”
You smiled tentatively, not knowing how everyone would take the news. After what felt like ages, Alex stood to place a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Congratulations, Y/N/N!” He beamed, kissing you on the cheek.
Rob and Rich were close behind, both of them pulling you into a warm hug.
“How far along are you?” Rob smiled as he leaned out of the embrace. He held you at arm’s length, taking in the sight of your bump.
“I’m just over five months along.”
“You look great!” Rich exclaimed.
“You really do.” Rob affirmed, giving your shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “I’m amazed you were able to hide this from us for so long. Now that I know, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!”
“The ladies in wardrobe were very helpful.” You smiled coyly.
You were relieved that Rob, Rich, and Alex seemed genuinely happy, but you couldn’t shake the deafening silence radiating from the table behind you.   
Jared, Jensen, and Misha still hadn’t said anything, so you turned to face them. When your eyes met theirs you could see their shock. They were the big brothers you never had, and you told each other everything. The most painful part of keeping your pregnancy a secret was lying to the three of them, but you had to process your own feelings before telling everyone else. You never imagined you’d find yourself alone and pregnant. In an instant, you went from being a responsible twenty-something who made all of the right decisions to a statistic mothers tell their daughters to scare them into abstinence. It had taken you months to come to terms with your new future. You had no idea how the boys would react.
“Do you know who the father is?” Jared questioned, breaking through the nervous silence.
“Jare.” Jensen chastised, reaching over and smacking Jared upside the head.
“It’s okay.” You flashed them both a soft smile, trying to ease some of the tension. You knew Jared didn’t mean any harm; it was a legitimate question that came from a place of sincere curiosity and not of judgment or ridicule. You hadn’t mentioned to them that you’d been seeing someone for a few months prior to getting pregnant. Your male cast mates tended to be a little too overprotective in the boyfriend department, so you didn’t usually go out of your way to share stories about your dating life.
“I do.” you confirmed. 
“Does he know?” Jared followed up.
“Now that deserves a hit.” you joked, raising your eyebrows and nodding your head toward Jared. As if rehearsed, Jensen brought his hand down across the back of Jared’s head, ruffling his hair in the process.
Everyone snickered, but their laughter quickly faded when they noticed your somber expression.
“He said he isn’t ready to be a father,” your hands instinctively moved to your stomach, “and he doesn’t want any part of this.”
“Y/N, I didn’t…”
“It’s okay, Jare.” you assured, cutting his apology short. Your heart fell at the sight of his sheepish face. The looks of pity you received when telling your story never got easier.
Jensen walked over and placed a hand on the small of your back. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you okay?” he asked, unsure of what else to say.  
“I am.” Jensen looked at you suspiciously. “Really, I am.”
Your response was truthful. Life circumstances had taught to be strong and capable, and while you knew it would be the greatest challenge you ever faced, you felt prepared to handle life as a single mother. You were built for it.
After a moment of contemplation, you let out a deep sigh. “I just feel bad this little one won’t have a father.”
Your voice was almost a whisper, but everyone in the room heard your concern. A shadow of sadness cast over their faces, each of their hearts quietly breaking at the thought of you and your baby on your own.
“Y/N, you don’t have to do this alone.” Misha reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I will always be here for you.” His blue eyes were full of kindness. 
“We will always be here for you.” Jared emphasized, standing to pull you into a hug.
Their sentiments were beyond touching, but you knew the inordinate amount of work that went into raising a baby, and it was a responsibility you had come to accept alone. You were never one to burden others with your needs, and all of these men had their own families. The last thing you wanted was to interject into their already busy lives.
Not wanting to fight their well intentions, you simply said “Thank you,” and leaned further into Jared’s comforting embrace.
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The second you closed the trailer door behind you, everyone let out an audible sigh.
“That explains a lot.” Alex said.
“I’m really worried about her.” Rob confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Me too,” Jensen agreed, “She has such a hard time asking for help, and she’s definitely going to need it.”  
“We have to show her we’re serious about being there for her and being a part of this baby’s life.” Misha asserted.
A broad smile spread across Rich’s face, and he stood up from the sofa.
“I think I have an idea.”
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Part II
Masterlist
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lovelywriting666 · 6 months
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Flufftober Date Night 💚 - Jared Padalecki
Jared Padalecki x Fem!Reader
Warnings : None, like always <3
Word Count : Its a secret, I definitely know (I don’t know)
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You sit at your vanity putting on some light makeup and messing with your hair every five seconds not knowing what to do with it. You let out a small sigh and walk over to your closet and start looking in it so see what to wear, it’s a pretty fancy restaurant. You pick out a creme colored flowing dress (or whatever you’d like it doesn’t matter to the story lolz) and when you’re about to lean down to look for shoes to wear you feel two large arms wrap around your waist which makes you laugh and you hear a laugh from behind you. You spin around to face your assailant and gasp jokingly and push lightly against his chested.
“You’re such a meany Jared!” You say which makes Jared laugh more which makes him squint and his smile lines show around his eyes which makes you smile sweetly and you wrap your arms around Jared giving him a hug. You feel one of his large hands go to the back of your head and pet you which makes your smile grow.
“Ok, well are you gonna be ready soon? No rush, our reservation is at 6:00” Jared says letting his hands rest on your body.
“Hey, you need to change to, it’s a fancy restaurant, I do love your beanies but I think we’d be kicked out immediately if you wore this” You say motioning to what Jared is wearing then you start giggling a little Jared lets out a laugh and nods agreeing stepping past you and into your shared closet.
“Im gonna go change” You say grabbing your dress and walking into the bathroom, you were comfortable changing in front of Jared but you also wanted to make sure your makeup didn’t get messed up and to do something with your hair. So, when you get in the bathroom you change into the dress and touch up your makeup up if need be and as you start trying to do your hair you hear a knock and the creak of the bathroom door.
“Hey babe, sorry trying to do my hair” You say fluffing your hair and your eyes flick over to Jared in the mirror and you see he’s wearing a dress shirt and jeans with a tan unzipped jacket over. It makes you smile a bit as you mess with your hair a little more and turn back to Jared, a smirk still on your face. Before you can compliment Jared he beats you to the punch.
“You look great hunny” Jared says as he puts his large hand on your cheek which you lean into and place your hand on top of his.
“Says Mr. Handsome” You say with a giggle and he smiles, you pull his hand off of your face to check his watch for the time 5:36. You then raise his hand to his face.
“We should probably start going now” He says and you nod giving a ‘yeah’ back to him, he slides his hand into yours and you smile and he leads you to the door and on the way you grab a pair of heals (or shoes, whatever your forte is). Jared grabs the keys to the car and you walk out to the car and get in the passenger seat and change into your heals as Jared starts the car and you start the music.
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You reach the restaurant around 5:55 which makes you a little anxious, being late for things makes you anxious. Jared gets this, and as you two get out if the car,
“Hey we aren’t late babe, we’ll be fine, I promise” Jared says and you nod and seeing Jared puppy dog eyes that he’s perfected since being on Supernatural it makes you melt and smile. Jared leads you into the restaurant.
“Name for the reservations?” The hostess says
“Padalecki” You say with a smile and the hostess nods grabbing two menus and leading us to a two person table. Jared pulls out your chair for you and you smile sitting down, Jared sits down as well. The hostess tells us the specials and walks away, and you start looking through the menu. After some deciding you put your menu down and see Jared still looking only for a few more seconds and puts his menu down.
“You know what you want?” He asks and you nod saying ‘yep’ back, and the two of you start talking about work, home stuff that needs to be done. The waiter comes up and takes our orders for drinks and food.
“So do we wanna re paint the sun room? I feel like it need color, we could do some type of mural or something could be cute” You say thinking out loud and Jared nods
“Yeah, we could do a green or blue maybe? Not like the bright versions of the colors, you know what I mean” Jared says with a half laugh and you nod giggling.
“Yeah, maybe a soft teal? We should pick up some paint samples tomorrow” You say and Jared nods again, the waiter comes back with drinks and appetizers. You both thank the waiter and start talking with each other again.
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After finishing the food and the check coming Jared puts his card on the bill. “I can pay Jare, it’s fine” You say reaching for your purse.
“Hun, it’s our shared card” Jared says with a laugh which makes you smile and the waiter comes back and picks up the bill to ring us up.
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On the way home Jared takes a different road which confuses you
“Jared where are you going?” You ask and Jared smiles
“Don’t worry about it, its a surprise” Jared says his smile growing which makes you blush a bit and after some more driving you two pull into a small dirt parking lot. When you get out of the car you see a field of irises and the sun setting behind them and a huge smile grows on your face.
“Jared! This is beautiful!” You say happily as you feel and arm go around the back of you waist and a large hand rest on your hip. You look up at Jared as he looks down at you and you give him a side hug which makes him smile. He picks you up which makes you yelp a little which makes the both of you laugh and Jared carries you bridal style into the field of irises and puts you back down when you two are in the middle of it. You spin around letting you hands hit each iris until you fall on you butt which makes you giggle and Jared laugh. After some playing around in the irises and enjoying each other’s company you head back to the car and back to the house.
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Once you get back you slide your heels of and Jared does the same with his shoes and he pulls you onto the couch which makes you laugh.
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Fin. 💚
An: Heyyy guys, this one definitely took me awhile, hope you like and are ready for tomorrow!
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adriellej · 16 hours
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Sam Winchester/Jared Padalecki
Sam x Reader
One shots:
Broken Bones and Kisses
Time Off; No Nothing
All In My Head (SSJJ challenge)
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teamfreewill-imagine · 11 months
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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Eight
Summary: Paparazzi meet you and Jared exiting the hotel, forcing your hand at announcing your pregnancy Words: 2.8k  Jared x Reader x Gen  Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst
IKYW Masterpost
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You blinked your eyes open the next morning, a content smile on your face, to find Jared already awake and watching you.
“What’re you doing, weirdo?” you asked, making him laugh softly and sit up.
“You looked so peaceful,” he reasoned, stretching his neck from side to side.
You hummed, smiling up at him.
“Doesn’t sound like me at all,” you joked, and he rolled his eyes as he got out of bed. “Where are you going?”
“Gonna shower,” he told you, unabashedly naked as he found his spare clothes in his bag. “You’re welcome to join.”
“In a minute,” you told him, breaking off into a yawn. “Gotta wake up first.”
“Sure,” he smiled, crawling over to you to kiss you softly before making his way through to the bathroom.
"You're really hot!" you called after him, hearing his laugh over the sound of water hitting tiles. "I'm serious. A great looking guy."
"It's good to know you're with me for the right reasons," he shot back, appearing in the doorway with his hands holding the frame, flexing his arms deliberately to make you grin.
"You're literally the sexiest man I've ever met," you assured him, getting out of bed to find your own clothes for the day.
You'd pulled on a long tee to sleep, but you still felt Jared's eyes tracking your ass as you bent to search through your bag.
"You're not so bad, yourself," he told you, making you laugh again as you backed him into the generous bathroom.
You put your clothes next to his on the counter before running your hands up his chest and over his shoulders.
"I'll remind you of that in a few weeks when I can't fit through a doorway," you jibed.
He shook his head, hands instantly going to your ever-growing bump.
"You're still hot when you're pregnant," he assured you, encouraging you to take your sleep shirt off.
"You've only seen me pregnant with one baby at twenty," you reminded him, pulling your top off and heading for the shower. "Now it's two at twenty-four."
"Yeah, and you're still gonna be sexy as hell," he promised, following you in. "I'm always gonna think you're hot."
"Oh yeah?" you grinned, standing under the warm stream and pulling him towards you.
He nodded, his hands slipping over your waist to the top of your ass.
He ducked his head to kiss you under the water, and you grinned against his lips.
"Prove it."
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You left the hotel in thick leggings and a sweater, regretting your disregard for your appearance when you noticed a camera pointed your way.
“Fuck,” you groaned behind your mask, Jared instantly taking your hand and walking you towards the car.
“We’re okay,” he told you, both of your bags over his shoulder as he offered a small wave with his free hand. “Someone obviously tipped off that we’re here.”
You shook your head as you approached the car, keen to get inside as soon as possible.
“What’s wrong?” Jared asked, putting your bags in the back before getting into the front.
You were already strapped in, taking your mask off and sanitising your hands again.
“I look like shit,” you started, pressing on as he rolled his eyes and cleaned his own hands. “Plus, I’m clearly either pregnant or fat, now.”
“You don’t look fat,” he dismissed, starting the car.
“Then I’m obviously pregnant,” you insisted, tugging at your sweater. “This doesn’t exactly hide the babes very well.”
“Is that what we’re calling your boobs, now?” he teased, making you laugh despite yourself.
“Stop, I’m serious,” you told him. “I don’t want this pregnancy to be outed by some stupid pap shots.”
You leaned your head back against the rest, closing your eyes as your hands went to your bump.
“I wanted to announce it my own way, this time,” you mused, “Not have my hand forced. Again.”
Jared sighed, feeling guilty as he knew it was his slip up that had forced your announcement with Dallas.
“You’ve probably got about an hour,” he told you, “Maybe a little less, until a shitty article comes out. You could… you could beat them to it. Make their breaking news a little less breaking.”
You opened your eyes, looking over at his profile as he drove.
“You think that’s a good idea?” you questioned, and he shrugged one shoulder, briefly meeting your eye.
“I understand that it’s important for you to be in control of this,” he explained, his honesty and level of understanding taking you by surprise. “So much of your life has been out of your hands, and being able to announce this in your own way… I get it. Whatever you want to do, I’m in.”
*****
You called Gen on the way home, not wanting to wait until you got back, talking to her on loudspeaker so Jared was still a part of the conversation.
She understood that you wanted to announce it before any pictures were released, supporting your decision to post whatever you wanted.
You kept her on the call as you described what you were doing, finding a picture you’d taken the day you had found out you were pregnant shortly before Thanksgiving and creating an instagram post.
“I’m gonna… I’ll turn comments off,” you told them. “I don’t actually wanna talk about it all until we’re 16 weeks at least, but I need to be the one to say it.”
“Of course,” Gen agreed. “We support you, don’t we, Jare?”
“For sure,” Jared confirmed. “We can post it and forget about it for a few weeks, if that’s what you want.”
“Alright, I’m doin’ it,” you mumbled, making sure that comments were turned off before hitting send.
“Proud of you, baby,” Gen told you, making you laugh softly. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to announce it, but taking back control from dumb paps? That’s our girl.”
“Hell yeah,” Jared agreed, reaching across to take your hand. “You did good.”
“Sure,” you allowed, your phone already blowing up from your post. “Gen, we’re nearly home.”
“Alright, see you soon,” she told you, you and Jared both saying goodbye before you hung up.
“That was a good idea, right?” you asked, looking over at Jared as he continued to drive.
“For sure,” he confirmed without missing a beat. “I would’ve tried to stop you if it wasn’t.”
You smiled to yourself, running your hand over your bump as you watched likes and messages come in.
“It’s gonna be a weird couple weeks.”
*****
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*****
You, Jared, and Gen had all contacted your agents when you got home, explaining that despite the announcement, you weren’t yet interested in expanding any more about your pregnancy. Jared had an interview upcoming with Good Morning America coming up - something you’d all forgotten about in the moment - but he had requested as little talk about the news as possible. He was happy to be congratulated, but beyond that you’d agreed to keep the details quiet until the twins had been cooking a little while longer. The only real detail you already had was the fact that they were identical, anyway.
The shots of you and Jared leaving the hotel came out soon after you returned home, with the source calling it your first outing since announcing your pregnancy, despite nothing being announced before said outing. Others commented on the fact that you were without Genevieve, speculating that she might not support the new additions to the family and that your relationship might be on the rocks. As soon as Gen saw one of those theories, however, she made sure to share your post to her story, simply stating that she couldn’t wait to meet them, hopefully dispelling as much as much of those rumours as possible.
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You and Gen were entertaining Dallas in the living room while Jared prepared for his interview in the office, the boys still at school for a few more hours.
Your stomach let out a loud gurgle, surprising your daughter from where she was sat at on the floor, Gen sat behind her braiding her hair.
“Sorry, baby,” you apologised, running your hand over your bump.
“S’that twinnies?” Dallas asked, making both you and Genevieve laugh.
“That’s just Mama being hungry,” Gen told her, running her fingers through Dallas’ hair and starting the braid again.
“But it is kinda the twinnies’ fault,” you allowed, getting to your feet. “I’m eatin’ for three.”
“I’m three,” Dallas announced, and Gen abandoned the braid in order to wrap her arms around her, pulling Dallas onto her lap.
“You are,” she laughed, kissing your daughter’s cheek. “You gotta stop growing, okay? You gotta stay this cute forever.”
“M’kay,” she agreed, leaning back into Gen’s embrace.
“Alright, ladies,” you began, getting to your feet, “What do we want for lunch?”
“I don’t mind,” Gen told you, putting her head on Dallas’ shoulder. “What about you, Bambina? Any requests?”
“Mac ‘n’ cheese,” she blurted, smiling up at you sweetly. “Please, Mama.”
Your stomach rumbled again at her words, making you laugh softly.
“Sounds like the twinnies agree,” you joked, Dallas grinning back at you. “I’ll start cookin’.”
“What do you say?” Gen prompted, and Dallas got up, rushing over to hug your legs.
“Tank you, Mommy,” she spoke into your thigh.
“You’re welcome, Dallas,” you smiled as you ruffled her hair, making a mess. “Let Bambi fix that and I’ll go make some macaroni.”
*****
Jared handled the interview as well as you could have hoped.
You knew he was especially conscious not to let anything slip, this time, and you were aware that it was going to be difficult if he was directly asked questions about it.
“They congratulated us,” he told you once it was over, joining you in the kitchen as you prepared your lunch. “Well, me, but us.”
“We kinda knew they would,” you allowed, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around your waist.
“I just thanked them and said we’re all excited,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “They moved on to working with Gen and Walker questions pretty quick.”
“Good work, baby,” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Dallas and the twinnies wanted mac and cheese.”
Jared smiled, pulling away from you in order to lean against the counter next to the stove, where you were heating the sauce and boiling the pasta.
“The twins wanted it, huh?” he asked with a knowing grin.
“They did,” you defended. “I wouldn’t usually be hungry this early if it wasn’t for these little guys.”
Jared rolled his lips between his teeth, trying to suppress another smile.
“What?” you asked, and he shook his head slightly as he let out a laugh. 
“I’m just excited,” he admitted, smiling bashfully. “We’re having twins.”
“Yah, two of ‘em,” you confirmed, making him roll his eyes.
You switched the heat off under the pasta, looking up at Jared hopefully.
He took the hint without a word, taking the pot to the sink to drain the macaroni while you stirred the sauce to stop it from sticking. He brought the pot back over, carefully pouring the cooked pasta into the sauce as you continued to stir.
“Look at you, making an actual meal from scratch,” Jared teased, causing you to huff a laugh.
“I’ve been a competent cook for a while now,” you defended, and he nodded.
“I know, you’re great,” he agreed, washing the pasta pot at the sink. “But seeing you cook while pregnant reminded me of last time. When I taught you to make that veggie lasagne.”
“I was absolutely useless back then,” you remembered, and Jared raised a brow.
“In the kitchen, maybe,” he allowed.
You caught the glimmer in his eye, swatting him with the back of your hand.
“Get away, you pervert,” you teased, pulling out a dish to finish the mac in the oven.
“I’m just sayin’, we’re good at what we do,” he grinned. “We’ve made three babies.”
“Go and talk to the first one,” you laughed, pretending to push him away. “I’ll call y’all for lunch in a few.”
“I love you,” he told you over his shoulder as he left.
“Yeah,” you replied, fighting a smile. “I love you too, loser.”
*****
You were all sat in the front room, Jared’s laptop open on the coffee table as the six of you spoke with Gen’s mom on FaceTime when the boys were home from school that afternoon.
She’d called for a general catch up, and the kids were happy to tell her every little detail about what they’d done since their last call together.
Your phone started to vibrate in your pocket, and you instantly apologised as you pulled it out.
“It’s my dad,” you noted, looking at Jared before back at the screen. “Sorry, he never really calls.”
“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Camille told you. “It was lovely to see you.”
“You too,” you agreed, answering the video call from Jensen as you left the room.
“Thought you were gonna leave me to ring out,” he joked, making you roll your eyes fondly.
“We were talking with Gen’s mom,” you informed him, heading up to your bedroom. “What’re you calling for?”
“Wow, rude,” he teased. “Can’t I just call to talk to my daughter? My sweet, sweet child that I love so much? The apple of my eye?”
You laughed despite yourself.
“You’re such a drama queen,” you told him, sitting against your headboard. “Did you actually just call for a chat, or-?”
“Yeah, kinda,” he admitted, laughing softly. “Dee’s entertaining the kids, figured I’d take a break and call you.”
“You getting tired of being their horse?” you asked, having seen the video Danneel posted the day before.
“Honestly, yeah,” he laughed. “I’m getting old.”
“Don’t talk about my dad like that,” you grinned, earning a fond smile.
“If you’ve gotta get back to your call, I don’t wanna keep you,” he told you, and you shook your head.
“It’s okay, the kids are boring Camille to death, I’m pretty sure,” you explained. “So, what do you wanna talk about?”
He hummed, contemplating.
“How about your completely blasé pregnancy announcement?” he offered. “What was all that about?”
You laughed, running the hand that wasn’t holding your phone over your ever-growing bump.
“Me and Jared got papped coming out of a hotel,” you explained, “And I was pretty clearly pregnant, so I figured I should just announce it before there was a chance to make it into some kinda scandal again.”
“Smart,” Jensen agreed, scratching his bearded chin. “What were you and Jared doing at a hotel, anyway?”
“At the hotel?” you clarified, and he nodded. “Sex, mostly. Some sleeping.”
You laughed at the instant look of exasperation on his face; a roll of his eyes together with a soft tut.
“That’s… that’s clearly not what I meant,” he reminded you.
“It was date night,” you explained, taking pity on his evident disappointment with your first answer. “Last weekend was me and Jared, this week is Jared and Gen.”
“So the odd one out stays home with the kids?” Jensen asked, and you nodded.
“Yep,” you confirmed. “Basically realised we don’t spend a lot of one-on-one time with each other. Like, we have three kids. And our usual date nights were all three of us, so we’re changing it up a bit.”
“Makes sense,” he agreed.
“Gonna try and do it weekly until the babies arrive,” you told him.
He nodded, taking in what you were saying.
“What?” you asked, when he didn’t respond for a while. “What are you thinking?”
“You’re happy, right?” he questioned, making you frown slightly.
“About what?” you asked, and he shrugged.
“Everything, I guess,” he sighed. “Your relationship.”
The question took you by surprise, the sincerity in his expression leading you to believe that he thought you might not be.
“I love them,” you assured him. “Jay, I wouldn’t have wanted another baby with them if I didn’t. They’re good to me, they put up with my shit and call me on it when I’m being an idiot.”
“And you’re happy?” he clarified, making you laugh softly.
“Yeah, Dad, I’m happy,” you promised. “You’d be the first to know if I wasn’t.”
“That’s a lie, you’d call Danneel,” he protested, and you nodded in defeat.
“Y’all are a unit, though,” you reasoned. “Calling Danneel is the same as calling you.”
“Yeah, well. Maybe call me a little more,” he shrugged, and realisation hit you that he had been feeling a little left out.
“Is this your way of telling me that you miss me?” you asked, earning a soft laugh.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” he allowed. “Call your dad, once in a while.”
You nodded, pulling your legs up under you.
“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind,” you assured him. “Now tell me what’s going on with you.”
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Supernatural
Dean x reader
The mystery girl:The mystery girl. Yn is a nephelam who got captured by demon on a hunt. She is 20, unaware of her powers and abilities and unaware of her abilities. She had meet the Winchesters before and have a close relationship with both but closer with the eldest. She had a crush on him before but she wasn't expecting for them both to get a surprise, to find one another and to be rescued by the brothers. The brothers didn't expect to find someone else on the case or rescuing a girl who doesn't even remember them and they know her name but memories for the 3 become fuzzy after a moment and only ppl who remember each other are the brothers. and they need to find out what's going on and who this girl is.
Warning: fluff/angst/smut/violence/cursing/drinking/blood
An Angel: he feel for a girl who just walked into his life one day when cas couldn't show she was sent and he couldn't help but want her around just as much if not more then cas. She feel for him to bit being. Angel she wasn't allowed to show anything of the such one night she heard dean calling for her only to be garaged with a other type of need
Warning:smut/fluff
Please: dean and y/n have to been together for year and this last hunt almost took her life y/n was injured badly as tho they still had a fight as sam tried to fix her um things only got worse days later of deans sharp painful words ring threw her like dangers of a angel radio and had locked the bathroom door while sam and dean where out or so she belived
Warning: Angst/fluff/ mentions of self harm/yelling/violence/drinking/cursing/mocking
Sam x reader
Hazel eyes: those green hazel eyes staring at you across the room from a party the green so bright his eyes soft you meet at a party you where on a hunt he was just a normal person there at the time you two talked and you forgot about the case and feel in love with a hunter who wants a normal life and you wanted it to
Warning:fluff just fluff.
I do: you and sam have been dating for years hunting with dean and he finally decided to ask you to marry him dean thought it was. Joke or another hunt gone wrong with you two he soon realized it was very real when you two decide to try to take a vacation only lasting short time
Warning: fluff/smut
Sammy: hunt gone wrong while you Teo where hunting without dean you got into a fight and so you ended up hurt when dean got the call the two got into a fight Dean saw u as a little sister and they quick went from yelling to sam pushing dean around to there where on the floor fighting while you layer on the bed in pain unable to use your voice.
Warning:smut/fluff/angst/yelling/crying/blood
A group: you , sam , dean on a hunt together but you split up you and sam get pushed to one side while dean took the other you both quickly forgotten the case and thought about a different case
Warning:fluff/smut
Castiel x reader
Just a girl:
Warning:fluff
No angel:
Warning: smut/angst/fluff/ body insecurities
Blue eyes:
Warning:smut
Demons:
Warning: smut/angst/fluff/ violence/blood/ cursing
Gabe x reader
Angles:
Warning: smut
Secrets:
Warning: fluff/angst
Tricks:
Warning: smut/fluff
Blood:
Warning:motion of self harm/angst/ yelling/ cursing/ depression/anxiety/fluff eventually
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Actors
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Secret Lovers:Jensen has been keeping this relationship under cover because he wasn't sure how the public would react to this relationship to someone only a year younger then his self. He loved her to much to ever think of her being hurt. She found it annoying they couldn't go out like a normal couple. She got annoyed they couldn't do anything normal and she felt hidden when he is on call. She had to stay quite as much as Jensen wanted to so all the things with her. One day she got annoyed and decided to say something to him leading to a small fight.
Jensen x reader
Warning:smut/fluff/maybe some angst
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Angel or Demon: he meet a girl on a case seemed like a angle but the mind of a killer skilled as a demon is to torture. He didn't know what she was. He had seen the un human powers she had shown he thought she was like him slowly finding out more she wasn't anything close to human she was a close make to God and he realized the person he loved was a goddess in all lore.
Warning: smut/fluff/angst
Samxreader
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CowGirl- born in a pure country area close to Texas you grew up ridding horses and when you heard someone would be coming to your horse farm for a show you where interested and so you meet Jared and told you about his show and his long standing carer of acting leaving some darker sides of his life out he didn't know would come to haunt him sooner then he thought
Jared× reader
Warning:fluff/smut/angst
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You Saved Me - 20
Jared Padalecki x Reader, past Jared Padalecki x Genevieve, past Evan (OC) x Reader
2,073 words
Warnings: smut, 18+ only please
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Each morning after the brewery party started roughly the same way. Jared’s alarm went off. He stopped it from blaring through the bedroom. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back into his chest. His lips fluttered over the skin of your shoulder blade, your neck, your back, anywhere he could reach, still exposed from the night before. Jared worked his way down the bed, down your body, until he was fully submerged in everything that was you.
His tongue lapped at you, his thumbs spreading you open to him. Jared’s tongue fucked into you, the tip of his nose catching on your clit and making your thighs tremble. You pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged gently, rocking your hips and sliding yourself over his tastebuds. With a cry of his name, you crumbled, legs shaking, chest heaving as you panted in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.
Jared ascended your body with a grin splitting his face. He licked his lips and wedged his hips between your thighs.
The two of you rolled around between the sheets until the last possible minute before he had to get out of bed to shower. Even then, Jared would sometimes drag you along with him, pressing your back against the icy tiles and kissing you breathless as the air around you filled with steam.
“Son of a bitch.” Jared huffed into the crook of your neck. It was a Saturday, and he should’ve been off work, but it was getting close to the end of the season, and he had some post-production business to attend to.
You pulled back and looked up at Jared, a blissed-out but sleepy smile on your lips. “You okay?”
Jard returned your grin and nodded. “Beyond.” He chuckled. “Just don’t wanna spend the day away from you.”
You pouted. “I know, babe, but executive producer is a big role. Lots of behind-the-scenes jobs.” Jared just sighed, knowing you were right. “Hey.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “I’m so proud of you.
Jared’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink before he tried to brush your compliment off with a self-deprecating joke.
“Stop.” You admonished. “I’m serious, Jared. You’ve come so far in this field. You started out as a kid on Gilmore Girls, grew up on screen in front of millions of people, and now you’re a grown man with a family, and a damn good title before your name in the credits, and a hell of a legacy.”
“Baby.” Jared looked into your eyes. “Thank you.” He pressed his lips firmly against yours. “Thank you for your support through all of this. I know our lives together has a bit of a… rocky history. I know it’s not easy just being thrown into this lifestyle, either. With,” Jared cleared his throat, “with Gen, it was… easy - er, um - she knew the lifestyle. She knew what it was like being an actor, so she knew what it was like to be dating one, to be married to one.” You just nodded slowly as Jared continued. “And it’s not even just that for you - for us. It’s the kids, the ex-wife, the…”
“The stalker.” You finished his sentence, beginning your own tangent. “The stalker, the two kids who were barely school-age when I met you and are now… entire human beings on the verge of adults, the ex-wife who thought I was trying to steal her children from her, the third baby who looks eerily similar to the other two kids you and Genevieve have together.” You couldn’t help yourself. The words poured from your mouth before you could filter them, so you quickly closed your lips and pressed them together tightly. “Sorry.” You muttered.
Jared swallowed hard and nodded. “Like I said, rocky.”
“Rocky is definitely a word for it.” You scoffed. “But it - it doesn’t matter what our life has been like. It got us here.” You shook your head and reached down, sliding your hand along Jared’s arm and lacing your fingers together. “And I am very happy with here.”
Jared kissed you harder, his teeth scraping your lips when he failed to fight back a smile. “I love here.” He muttered against your lips. The alarm on his phone sounded and pulled you both from your dreamy daze, tangled up in one another as water cascaded to the floor behind you. Jared whined as he reached out of the shower and shut the sound up, then kissed you one last time. “Unfortunately, I can’t be here again until tonight.”
You smirked up at him and nodded. “Don’t worry.” You bit your bottom lip. “I have a few new lingerie sets that’ll make it well worth the wait when you get back home.” With a groan, Jared kissed you again and shoved himself away from you, then moved to get himself ready for the day.
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You didn’t post much anymore, but you kept your social media accounts. You still had control of them. You still scrolled through them mindlessly; the post caught you off-guard.
The post showed Evan holding the hand of a toddler - a just-turned-one-year-old apparently - and the toddler’s other hand holding onto a woman’s hand. All three had smiles on their faces. The caption read something about it being the kid’s first birthday.
Evan had a kid? No. No, Evan had a girlfriend who had a kid. Evan had a girlfriend?
You shook your head quickly, eyes clenched shut. Your phone fell to the couch cushion beside you. Evan had a girlfriend, who he was so committed to that she was introducing him to her son. Your breathing sped up a bit, and your head began to spin. You weren’t with him anymore. You hadn’t been for a long time. It shouldn’t have hurt to find out that he was dating someone else. But it did. It hurt more than you ever expected it to. You picked up your phone and studied the picture for longer than you would’ve liked to admit, then you double-tapped the picture, a heart appearing in the center of it, and locked your phone, tossing it to the side again.
After sitting in complete silence for a few minutes, your thoughts consuming you, you picked up your phone again and typed a quick message to Evan.
“Happy for you, hope you’re doing well.”
You shouldn’t have sent it. You should’ve just kept to yourself, blocked him on every platform, deleted his number, moved on. You did move on, but something in you pulled you back. Your phone buzzed, and your heart jumped in your chest.
“Hey babe. Coming home for lunch. See you in a few.”
Jared.
You sighed, closed your eyes, and waited for Jared to make his way home to you. He walked through the door eight minutes after you read his text. He gave you eight minutes to collect yourself, but somehow it wasn’t enough. As soon as he saw you, he knew.
“What happened?” Jared sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you against him. “What’s going on?”
You shook your head, keeping your eyes cast downward. “Nothing, Jare.”
Jared pulled back and looked down at you with a frown. “Talk to me.”
Inhaling a shaky breath, you closed your eyes. “I don’t - I don’t even know why it’s getting to me.” Jared raised his brows, silently asking you to continue. “I was just sitting here scrolling and,” you shook your head, laughing sarcastically at yourself, “I saw something that… triggered me?”
Jared cautiously reached for your hand. “Are you okay?”
You nodded. “I’m okay. This shouldn’t be getting to me like this, so I’m mostly just mad at myself for the way I’m reacting. I saw a post from - from Evan. He… has a girlfriend. His girlfriend has a kid.” You sighed, shaking your head again. “He has a family.”
Jared’s shoulders fell as he tried to hide his disappointment. He recovered and straightened himself quickly but you could still see the defeat written on his face. “You have a family too.” Jared reminded you gently. “You have me, you have the boys.”
“I know I do, Jared. I know I have you. I don’t envy what he has. I don’t miss him.” You assured Jared. “I love you, and I love those boys. I love my life with you, Jared.” The tension released from Jared’s shoulders, his arm relaxing around you as he kept you close. “Our life together has barely even started.” You couldn’t help the small smile that crossed your lips.
Jared ran his fingers through your hair and cupped your cheek in his palm. “I cannot wait to marry you.”
You tipped your head up, finally looking into Jared’s eyes. “I can’t wait either.” You closed your eyes. “I - I’m not just talking about getting married though…” Jared quirked an eyebrow. You cleared your throat and hesitated. “I want to have your babies, Jared. I want to carry our baby, and feel them kick, and watch you become a daddy again. A daddy to our first baby.”
Jared sighed. “I… know.” He closed his eyes. “I know you want that, and I had a feeling there was something you weren’t telling me.
You furrowed your brows. “What am I not telling you?”
“That you’re struggling,” Jared started with a shrug, “with the boys being mine but not yours - not biologically, I mean. They’re yours, Y/N. They love you so much.”
“They’re not mine, Jared,” you pulled away from him, “and you just made it very clear that you feel that way. That they’ll never be mine.”
“Don’t.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know that’s not - the words just didn’t come out right.” Jared tried to explain, but you were hurt, and you weren’t in the mood to listen.
“I’m gonna take a few, okay?” You and your therapist - the same one Jared used and had gotten you an appointment with - had been working on making sure you didn’t let the way you defended yourself against Evan in an argument make its way into your relationship with Jared. Conflict resolution strategies, she called them. “I’ll be back.”
Jared gave you a few seconds before he followed after you. “Y/N, please.”
“Jared, please.” You echoed sternly. “I’m trying to do what I need to do to make sure our relationship doesn’t get as fucked up as my last one, so please just give me a couple of minutes to myself. We will talk, I promise you that, but I need to take a breather first.” Jared nodded his understanding, muttered an apology, and made his way back to the living room until you were ready to talk to him again.
Within ten minutes, you were back in the living room, offering Jared a glass of water.
“Thanks.” He said, and you nodded.
“Thank you for giving me space.” You tapped the pads of your fingers against your own glass.
“Whatever you need.” Jared said sincerely. “I’ll never be mad at you for taking care of yourself.”
“Thank you.” You repeated, sitting beside him on the couch. “Can we talk now?” Jared nodded. “You were right.” You sighed. “I do struggle sometimes, with the boys not being mine. We can fake it all we want - that we’re this happy little family - but at the end of the day, no matter how much I love those kids, they’re not mine, and that hurts. I love you so much, Jared. Beyond words. And I want to give you everything. I want to give you kids - as many as you want, whenever you want them. I want a family with you. I want a house, and a yard, and holidays full of laughter, and stories, and old family recipes around that big, wooden table.” Your words became broken as your eyes filled with tears. “I just want to know that you want that too.”
Jared reached out and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. “I do.” He promised on a whisper. “I do want that. I want all of that - with you.” You wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face in his shirt. “I’ve got you.” Jared held the back of your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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