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winchesterwild78 · 1 month

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Chance Meeting pt 18

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18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: Angst, heart break, implied possible SA, pregnancy

A/N: This chapter is hard to read. It’s full of angst and heartbreak. SORRY 😞 (I promise it’s for the best) It’s also a bit of a roller coaster. I haven’t mentioned the kids names or his ex for a reason. This is fiction and I don’t want any disrespect towards Jensen’s family. I adore him and this is just fiction. However, because he’s older it made sense for him to be divorced and with children. I edited this quickly, so please overlook any errors.

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You woke up laying in Jensen’s arms with his legs tangled around you. You had a light headache from drinking but it wasn’t horrible. Jensen was still sleeping. His mouth was slightly open and you heard soft snores. You smiled and wiggled out of the bed. You went to the bathroom and the ring on your finger caught your eye. “It wasn’t a dream” you said to yourself and smiled. You grabbed your bag and headed for the shower. Then you remembered the texts you received last night.

You grabbed your phone and saw a few more text notifications. You opened your phone and saw they were all from the unknown number. You opened the texts and saw a message that said “see he’s mine, and he’ll always be mine” then you saw two pictures. The first one was Jensen kissing a female. You know the picture was recent because his hair was longer and his beard was longer. The second picture made your heart break. It was a picture of a pregnant belly with a sonogram that showed a recent date. You felt sick.

You decided to text her back. “There is no way that baby is Jensen’s” you typed. You waited for a minute but nothing came in. You turned on the shower and right as you were about to step in your phone went off. “Yes, I’m carrying his son. We made love and he got me pregnant. He said he’s going to marry me and we are going to raise our baby together.” A lump formed in your throat. You swallowed hard. “Okay, if you really had sex with Jensen what is on his thigh, and what’s your name” you asked scared to get the answer. “My name is Ashley, and on his right thigh is a birthmark shaped like a heart.” You almost dropped your phone. She was right. Oh my god. Your instincts were right. Your head started spinning and you let out a sob.

You climbed in the shower and cried. Jensen said he loved you, he asked you to marry him. You left everything for him and you gave him your heart. How stupid could you be. This woman clearly had sex with him and now she’s pregnant. You stood there sobbing. You don’t know how long you were in the shower and you heard a knock on the door. “Hey, sweetheart. I need to use the bathroom. Can I come in” Jensen asked. “Yes” was all you could get out.

Once he was finished he opened the shower curtain and asked if you needed company. You shook your head no and turned off the water. You grabbed your towel and dried off. Trying to avoid eye contact with Jensen. As you stepped into the room Jensen followed you. “You okay baby, did something happen” he asked with concern in his voice. “I’m fine Jensen, just tired and a little hungover. You said and got dressed. You grabbed your stuff and headed downstairs. Jensen got ready and came downstairs with his bag.

He set it by yours and walked into the kitchen. You, Gen and Jared were talking and drinking coffee. He kissed your head and grabbed a cup too. “Hey Jensen, can you come help me outside for a minute” Jared said. You gave him a “thank you” look. Jensen stood up and squeezed your hand and went outside with Jared.

“Oh Gen, what should I do. This person is telling me she’s sleeping with him and she’s pregnant.” You showed her the texts. “I think we should talk to him. He obviously knows her because that is definitely him in the picture. Jared and I will be there with you. You just got engaged and I know Jensen wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t love you.” She said giving you a smile and a hug.

Jared and Jensen came back in and for the first time all morning you made eye contact with Jensen. He instantly knew something was wrong. “Baby, what’s wrong. You look so upset” he said taking your hand. Jared and Gen stood there and Jared said “go ahead y/n, talk to him”. “Jensen I love you so much and I want to trust you. Last night I started receiving texts from an unknown number and she said you were in love with her and when you had sex with me you were thinking about her. She sent a picture of you kissing her and…” you started sobbing. You just showed him the picture of her pregnant and the sonogram. His eyes went wide as he studied the pictures.

The only sound in the room was the sounds of your quiet sobs. “Jens, do you know this woman” Jared asked breaking the silence. He looked at him and then over to you. His face fell and you knew he knew her. “Oh my god” you whispered and started to get up. “Y/N, wait. Please let me explain” he said grabbing your hand. “I think the picture is all the explanation I need, Jensen. You kissed her and it appears you did more than that with her. She’s pregnant!” You yelled. You shook his hand off and started to walk away. You looked at Gen and Jared and said “I talked to him, now we know.” “Jensen, did you sleep with this woman?” Gen asked.

“No, I mean maybe. I don’t know” he said running his hands through his hair. You grabbed your stuff and walked towards the door. You stopped and walked towards Jensen. “You know, I love you. I left everything behind for you, I love your kids, family and friends. You were it for me and now I find out you’re just like every other man who has broken my heart. You can have her and your baby. I can’t do this and I can’t marry you now.” You placed a kiss on his cheek and handed him the ring back.

You grabbed the doorknob and walked out. Jensen was standing there with his jaw on the ground. “Jens, man what are you doing. Go after her.” Jared said. “I can’t man. She doesn’t want me anymore” Jensen said as a tear slipped out. “Bullshit man, that woman loves you more than anything you’ve broken her heart. Who the hell is this woman” Jared demanded to know.

Jensen looked down at your ring. “Jared I dated her for a little after my ex. We met at a bar and the picture was from the night we met. I was drunk. So drunk. This was a few months before the convention where I met y/n. It didn’t last long. She was so possessive and didn’t want me going anywhere without her. We broke up right before convention season because she kept telling me I couldn’t go. I can’t be with someone like that. I never willingly slept with her. I woke up one morning naked in my bed and she was beside me. I don’t remember anything from the night before and I don’t know for sure if we had sex. Honestly I wouldn’t put it past her. I called Clif because I didn’t know what to do. He helped me get a restraining order and I changed my locks. I haven’t heard from her since that day.

“Oh god, Jar. What if she is pregnant with my baby. What am I going to do.” Jensen asked Jared in a panic. “This woman has turned my life upside down and now the love of my life has left” Jensen said crying. Jared pulled him in for a hug and Gen walked outside and headed towards yours and Jensen’s house.

She arrived a few minutes after you and found you in the bedroom packing a suitcase. “Y/N, I think you should come back and talk to Jensen. He just told us everything and it’s not what you think. In fact, hold on a second.” She said pulling out her phone. “Hey Clif, yeah everything is okay. Can you come to Jensen’s ASAP. Great, see you soon” Gen said hanging up. “Why did you call Clif” you asked. “He’s going to help clear up this situation and we are going to figure it out together.” She said taking your hand.

“Come on y/n have a seat and let’s talk” Gen said sitting down. She told you everything Jensen told them. By the time she finished you had tears streaming down your face. Clif came and verified everything. Even showed you the restraining order. “Oh God, what have I done.” You said.

You got up and ran downstairs. Gen took you back to her house and when you walked in the sight you saw broke your heart even more. Jensen was on the couch sobbing. You walked over and kneeled in front of him. Taking his hands in yours you softly said “Jensen, please look at me.” He looked up and his beautiful eyes were red and tear stained. “Gen and Clif told me everything. I’m so sorry this happened to you. We will figure this out, and if she is carrying your baby then we will take that on together too. I love you Jensen.” You said placing your hands on his face. He looked at you and said “I don’t deserve you, I’ve hurt you too many times. I know how you feel and I keep making you second guess our relationship. That’s not fair to you. I think you’re right, y/n. I don’t think we can get married.” Jensen said standing up and walking away.

You stood up jaw on the ground. Tears started falling as Jensen walked out the front door. You looked at Jared, Gen and Clif. Gen started to speak but you cleared your throat cutting her off. “Um, I think I should go. I’m sorry for all of this. Thank you for being so supportive and welcoming. I will never forget you guys. Please tell the kids, yours and his that I love them. I love you guys too.” You said walking towards the door. Gen reached for you but Jared stopped her. He shook his head no.

Just as you walked outside it started to rain. Of course it is, you thought. Your phone vibrated and it was her. “Did you talk to Jensen about us and our baby 😁” she asked. “Yes, and I’ve decided I’m not going to give up on him that easily. He told me all about you and I don’t think that baby is his. If you’re really pregnant. I’m not going anywhere and you can’t have him. He’s not a prize to be one. He’s an amazing man and I’ll be damned if you’re going to get him.” You typed back pissed. Something in you snapped and you ran back to your shared home with Jensen.

All you thought on the way there was “please be home”. You saw his car in the driveway and you took a deep breath. You ran into the house to find Jensen already in a whiskey bottle holding the picture of you two. When you walked in your eyes met and he started to look down. “Jensen, look at me” you demanded. He wouldn’t look at you. So you said it louder “Jensen Ross Ackles, look at your fiancé NOW!” He looked up at the word fiancé. “You’re not going to give up, we’re not going to give up. I love you and you love me. We were meant to be together. All the thousands of people at that convention and we made our way to each other. I’ve felt it and so have you. She doesn’t get to win.” You said cupping his face and crashing your lips to his. At first he didn’t kiss you back but then he deepened the kiss. He tasted like whiskey. You moaned into his mouth as his hands gripped you.

Your phone went off but you ignored it. You were too busy tasting the whiskey Jensen was trying to drown his sorrows with. You and Jensen were lost in each other’s arms and lips. It kept going off and finally he pulled away. “Sweetheart, someone is really trying to get in touch with you.” He said. “I don’t care. I’m too busy with you” you said kissing him again. “Honey, answer your phone. What if it’s one of the kids.” He said with a concerned smile.

You pulled out your phone and looked. It was her. She had texted and called. You showed Jensen. Then the phone rang. It was her. You answered this time “hello Ashley, how are you doing” you said with a smile in your voice. “Look Bitch, I know you’re with him right now but you won’t be for long. You’re going to get what’s coming to you. You can’t take him away from me or our so.” She said almost with a growl.

“Oh honey, you are deranged if you think he’s going to be with you. If, and that’s a big if that child is his, then he and I will make sure he knows who his father is and what his mother did to conceive him. Now, kindly direct all future conversations through my attorney. We have nothing more to say to you.” You said as you hung up. Jensen stood there in awe of you. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I was stupid after the divorce and got mixed up with crazy. I will call my attorney and let them know what’s going on. Maybe we can get a paternity test done sooner rather than later.” He said pulling you close to him.

“Jensen, I think that’s a great idea. I also don’t think we should throw away this” you said pointing between the two of you. “I love you, Jensen and I meant it. I still want to marry you. I am so sorry.” You said. Jensen cupped your face and you leaned into his hands. “I love you too, y/n. If you’re sure you’ll still have me then I’d love nothing more than to marry you.” Jensen said taking the ring out of his pocket. You smiled softly and presented your left hand. He placed the ring back on your finger and kissed you.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you out of these wet clothes” he said taking your hand and leading you upstairs. You giggled as he helped you get undressed. You pressed your naked body into his and he kissed you moaning into your mouth. His hands were exploring your body and he was leading you back towards the bed. When he laid you down he asked “is this alright”. You nodded yes. Jensen made love to you and it was absolutely beautiful. Tears escaped his eyes and yours. The connection you two felt was so strong. He didn’t hurry through it and you weren’t rushed. It was completely blissful.

“I love you my beautiful fiancé.” Jensen said. “I love you too my handsome fiancé.” You said as you snuggled close to him.

“We’ve got this together and nothing and nobody can or will tear us apart again.” He said and you agreed. He sent Jar a text to let him know everything was okay and you had a plan to talk to the attorney, but right now you were spending time making up. Jared texted back a winky and a vomit face and said he was glad.

Jensen put his phone down and pulled you close. “Oh wait. I forgot to do something” he said. He grabbed his phone and opened Instagram and posted a picture Jared took last night of you and Jensen holding up your ring. The caption said “She said Yes!” and he tagged you. “There, that’s better” he said with a chuckle. He kissed your lips and the both of you drifted off to sleep. After everything you were both emotionally and physically exhausted and needed a nap. Sleep came quickly in his arms. He felt like everything was falling into place. You felt it too, but you were nervous the baby might be his. That of course, is another days problem.

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cooloddball · 3 years

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JIB9 (JIBCON 2018) ANALYSIS PART 2

Go read part 1 of jib9 analysis if you haven’t read it already.

Continuing from where we left off...

Misha says no, he doesn’t think that Cas feels like part of the family and Jensen smirks and looks down while Jared smiles

Jensen helps Misha along with his answer

Jensen defends Sam and Dean after Misha says they don’t show emotion saying things like “I love you so much”

Jens: “There are a few scenes where you know,”

Jared: “Didn’t you see the one with the whole if we die we will do that together too?”

Jens: “Yeah that was emotional”

This is getting serious people. Remember this is season 13 they are talking about.

Jens keeps going on “you know there was embracing, and then there was a lot-I mean…” This whole time Jensen is looking at Misha

Misha is like “All I’m saying…”

And Jensen cuts Misha off and says, “Did you miss that?”

Look at Jared’s face here though. He’s like are you guys having a lovers’ quarrel? Am I missing something?

Misha tries to talk again but Jensen is adamant, unrelenting to give up on that there was an emotional scene between Dean and Cas. 13x05??? “Were you not there?”

Misha being who he is and not backing down either he says, “NO” rather defiantly.

Jared’s face here though. He stopped talking and is watching these two lovers go at it. (No, not the sexy kind)

Jensen doesn’t look too thrilled about what Misha said. Jared laughs Jensen is basically done at this point. Look at his face.

Misha continues “That was Castiel”

And Jensen just looks appalled, he raises his eyebrows looks down at his hands [0.43 insert Jensen’s face atm] and since Misha is looking at him and he sees that Jensen is unhappy he adds “I’m very method.”

Jensen goes to say something but stops himself, Jared senses the tension, Misha is still looking at Jensen and Jensen hasn’t looked at Misha since he asked him “were you not there?”

IDK what is going on here but it fees like more than just about Dean and Cas and more like it’s about Jensen and Misha. I mean Jared and Misha are having fun with it and Jensen just seems adamant to prove they care A LOT about Cas which is weird considering the fact that the moment Misha was asked that question Jensen agreed with Jared that they are not as pleased that Cas was back (this was a joke) . So what has changed since then? Only a few seconds have passed.

Jensen presses on, “I mean was Cas there? I know he was there physically but was he there emotionally? Because it doesn’t sound like it.”

The way Misha is holding his microphone he looks scared. Jensen can’t take his eyes off Misha.

Misha says, “see this is what I’m talking about” I think he realizes Jensen is getting too emotional and personal on stage and he decides to guide the conversation to the funny side.

Jensen laughs .

Misha says “ I don’t think he [Cas] lets himself feel worthy or wanted” and Jensen keeps looking at a fixed spot on the floor and I don’t know what’s so interesting there. Jared says “smart” in reference to Misha’s statement and Jensen nods.

Jared tries to make fun but Misha is not having it, he [Misha] looks at an imaginary watch and says “That said-uh…that said I think this season he’s felt more part of the team and the family…probably *looks at Jensen* more than ever before” Now I talked about that moment here but I have to reiterate, something is off here tbh. I don’t know what was going on with Jensen but something was definitely off.

I have been thinking about what the causation of Jensen’ s behaviour could be and I have come to a very weird and maybe kind of controversial conclusion, IDK. But here’s what I think. Maybe Misha finally told Jensen that he didn’t feel like he was part of the family because of the way they treated him and talked shit about him at J2 panels? Like how he pretended to gag when he saw Misha on screen during the jib9 j2 panel the previous day. Or the extreme pranks Jared played on him and Jensen just stood aside? The way some j2 fans send hate to him and that it gets to him. Maybe he finally opened up. Because if that is the case then, Jensen blamed himself for making Misha feel like that when he didn’t have any intention to? I hope I’m making sense. Or maybe it could be something else entirely but I feel like since 2017 Jensen had stopped going along with Jared’s attempts to make fun of Misha at their panes. So maybe this was him feeling bad that he ever played a part in that??? Okay my head hurts I have to move on.

Since that moment Jensen doesn’t look okay, even when Mishalecki are bantering with the next fan, Jensen just seems sad? Sad is not the right word but he seems kind of upset

So the fan makes a small mistake in what she’s asking and Misha laughs then Jensen turns to look at him for a brief second, it’s literally for a second and Misha looks at him with his big blue eyes but Jensen looks away rather quickly. I think they can both feel the weight of the previous answer Misha gave simmering beneath the surface but they can’t talk about it atm.

Now Jared says something rather weird to me, “A man who goes to sleep with an itchy butt wakes up with a smelly hand.” (I know it’s a saying or whatever but it’s just a strange thing to say or maybe it’s just me) Jensen is nodding along to that but Misha doesn’t look amused. I think it’s an interesting thing to say when two of your best friends who play with each other’s butts are seated on stage with you. I’m not sorry I said that because it had to be said.

For a literal microsecond, Misha looks at Jensen but Jensen is looking at a fixed spot on the floor as has become norm in the last 2 minutes. Mish suppresses a smile because he knows Jensen still feels bad about earlier.

Jared says that’s why he thinks the brother’s and Cas have to die in order for the show to end and Jensen’s face is just stoic. Dude wtf??

Jensen joins in the banter and makes a joke about a man who stands on a toilet while high on pot he’s not crazy he’s just high? J2 make another joke about a man going backwards to Bangkok or something. Misha manages to laugh at those jokes.

Jared asks Misha if he has anything to add and Jensen looks at Misha smiling look at the way he’s looking at Misha. It’s like he wants to stuff him in his pocket and take him home with him.

Jensen is laughing so hard now because Misha says that the only sayings that come to mind are the only ones he doesn’t want to say.

They try to pronounce the German word and it’s hilarious AF.

So Jared makes a joke of a sound that the fan is helping them pronounce and Jensen is just done. Completely done because he looks away and scratches his beard like he wants to be anywhere but there. JFC What is going on? He was happy again.

OMG husbands whispering at each other while Jared is engaged with a fan. Gossipy Jensen. Also I’m glad whatever tension was there after the Cas question is finally gone and they are back on track again.

They are in there own little world because IDK what Misha whispered to Jensen but Jensen is unicorn laughing. Aww J

“We just said some really bad shit” I like it when Jensen curses. Now I want to know what they said because when Misha whispers it to Jared, he laughs really hard as well. Oh to be a tiny ant crawling around, listening to their whispered secrets. A girl can dream am I right?

7.33 Jared asks the fan what her “that German/Austrian word” was that morning and I am inclined to think whatever the husbands were whispering to each other had something to do with a sex-related orifice because of the way Jensen reacts.

The fan puts Jared in his place. Look at Jensen’s reaction.

He’s like you go girl.

Jensen wants to whisper something to Misha so bad but he stops himself.

Okay so Jensen says he did bicycle touring and he did take part in some of the quests. Is he talking about GISHWES because he never can pronounce that word. LOL.

So Jared interrupts Jensen starts telling his story and Jensen just shuts down just look at his face the entire time Jared is telling it.

Misha and Jared are talking about how it’s so hot on stage and Jensen is just miming to the fans how it’s not hot. I love when he does that. Naughty boy.

Misha moans and he and Jared just rush off to point the fan in their direction while Jensen just stands over the fan on his side of the stage and cools his balls off.

OMG!!!! Misha is doing the mating dance while making fiery eye contact with Jensen and sips from the bottle. Jensen heeds his husband’s call to mate and walks briskly in long manly steps to wards him and he takes the drink off his hand while looking at him like he wants to eat him [it’s called a mating dance for a reason] and inhales the drink whatever it is and it must be really strong because he looks away and says something to Jared. Misha walks away says something to Jared and goes to sit down. Jensen starts twerking his booty. Misha your man wants to mate on stage do something. Anyway Jensen pours the drink that Misha had sipped directly from the bottle in a shot glass and does the rck on sign and sips it. The entire time Mishalecki are just looking at Nesnej and laughing not understanding what is going on.

Jared sniffs the drink and says “poker face” and Jensen says “thanks Lady Gaga” IDK if this was a snide comment or just banter but now we know Jensen listens to Lady Gaga and Katy Perry (re: jib8).

This part is really funny when the fan thanks Misha for sending a recovery message to her friend but Misha says that he had no choice but to do it because the fan just held out the phone to Misha and Misha was like “oooh, heeey”

I think Jared asks Misha what happened and Misha explains because Jared folds over laughing.

Jared starts talking before Jensen can answer the question and again Jensen doesn’t look too amused. This guy keeps stealing his thunder.

Jensen manages a smile when he hears that Misha did a German accent

Misha asks Jensen if he wants some tips on accents and Jensen smiles and says no. Ouch. Sorry Mish, your man doesn’t want your help. He’d rather wing it.

Misha is not backing down and compliments Jensen by listing all the accents that Jensen can do. We love a supportive husband. Hype your man Mish.

Jensen says that he speaks French and he has a little have a tête-à-tête in français. I find it funny how Misha pretends not to know Jensen speaks French yet he just listed all the accents Jensen can do. Sure Jan. And after the French interaction which Misha adds a flair of a French accent when he talk as and , Jensen tries really hard not to smile. Someone’s excited. #accent kink ;)

Jensen says he doesn’t think Michael is going to need an accent and Misha says yes he will in French accent and Jensen is just trying really really hard not to smile.

Look at Jared’s face though he’s like dude are you seriously turned on by Misha’s weird accent right now? It’s not even funny and Jensen can’t stop smiling.

Jensen is done with Misha’s shenanigans so he just cuts him off and Misha is exasperated and Jensen proceeds to ask his question.

Fan says she would improve on Misha’s German accent and Misha gasps scandalized and even Jensen is not happy about that but he takes this moment to make fun of Misha so the comment doesn’t seem as harsh

Look at Misha’s face

and here is Jensen’s face he can’t believe someone was mean to his baby.

Anyway, in an attempt to make it less painful for his man he tries to make and joke and says, “I didn’t send that out with the insult in mind but I’m really glad that happened.”

The joke makes it worse and Misha doesn’t seem to feel better. Poor Misha.

It’s over.

Time for the closing ceremony

Jensen and Briana singing.

Misha and Adam

I love their friendship, makes me think of the possibilities that could’ve been between Cas and Mick on the show.

OMG Jensen you naught boy, yeah I see you have experience humping and spanking. Go on Rockstar we love to see it.

Even Jason Mann’s sees Jensen humping the air and Misha and Jensen turn to look at Jason. Jensen is smirking at him after what he just did. OMG.

The way Jensen is looking at Rob when Rob tries to sing the remaining verses of carry on my wayward son. Jensen you need apple juice. Jensen is me. He is insane and he is me and I love him. JENSENKIN!!!!

Why are Jensen and Misha gravitating towards each other unconsciously? Do their hearts have magnets that pull towards each other?

Speaking of them why does Jensen seem extremely tall here and Misha looks so tiny.

Am I the only one who doesn’t like the guy who played Ketch? OMG he just rubs me off the wrong way.

OMG is Jared trying to touch Jensen’s hand? Eww He touched Jensen’s arm and Jensen didn’t even look at him. This is embarrassing. Jensen hasn’t looked at him once/ HELP.

Misha and Jensen are standing the same way at the exact same time and they aren’t even looking at each other. OMG!! This is insanity.

Jensen turns to smile at Misha. Aww J

Jensen looks at Misha with a smile on his face when Daniela says they’ll be back the next year the year that gave us straddle gate and boners.

It’s over guys.

So I have come to the conclusion that something was going on between Jensen and Jared at jib 9.

See you on the next one.

Part 1

#cockles #jib9 #jibcon 2018 #jib9 cockles panel analysis #j2m

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gloriafc · 3 years

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Single Dad

Paul never regretted having a kid at 21. He loves his daughter with his soul. He never had a relationship with his daughters mother, but he manned up and took responsibility for the baby. After a while the mother dropped her off with him and a letter. She gave him full custody and was never able to be contacted again. She sent child support, but she explained in the letter she didnt have what it took to be a mother but she'd be able to provide. It was later found out that she was doing drugs and was sent to a rehabilitation center.

You're a surgeon, you took a job as a pediatric surgeon at Forks. You only moved to La Push because your grandmother lived near the beach, leaving you her house when she passed away.

You met Paul when his daughter just turned three. Paul was lightweight scared, he never pictured having an imprint after his daughter was born. And he thought maybe the fact that he had a kid would scare you off, because he knew he'd never be able to pick anyone over his kid. He was relieved to find it didnt bother you one bit. "It kind of makes sense. Most guys I've dated tried to get me in bed on the second date. You didn't."

It didnt bother you that Paul was a few years younger than you, most people didnt even realize how old you actually were since you could pass as an eighteen year old if you did your hair a certain way. Paul was the one that had to keep up with your energy since you were used to working with kids all day.

After a few months of dating he finally decided to introduce the two of you and it couldn't of gone better. The two went to your house for dinner, your dog greeting them at the door. "Daddy. She has a doggy!" "His names Turkey, because he likes to eat a lot of Turkey." You left the screen unlocked knowing Paul was coming, he easily let his daughter in and helped her out of her coat as Turkey started sniffing her making her giggle as he licked her face in greeting. "Come on Letty. Y/Ns in the kitchen."

The evening went well in Paul's opinion. He watched as you listened to whatever story Letty was telling you as she played with Turkey. She made herself right at home, finding your movies, "You actually have happy feet 2?" You shrug and look at Paul, "I have a big family, and lots of nephews, a few nieces. Doesnt hurt that it's a good movie."

When Paul and Letty are back home and hes tucking her into bed she looks at him, "Daddy?" "What baby?" He smiles as she yawns and rubbs her eye, "I like her. Shes nice." Paul chuckles and smooths some hair out of her face, "I like her too." "I like Turkey too." Paul cant help but laugh, "I think Turkey liked the treats you kept giving him."

As a few more months have gone by you and Letty have gotten comfortable around each other, to the point where you'll watch her if Paul cant find a babysitter or if she just wants to play with Turkey.

When things start to get serious between you and Paul he decides to tell you about the legends and the imprint. You've been introduced to the pack, but you get overwhelmed with everything. You take a couple days to think about it, realizing everything makes sense. How nothing feels rushed or like it's wrong. You spent the few days you were alone baking, and baking, and even more baking. You knew you had to talk to Paul, but that he wouldn't find you to avoid making you feel pressured so you headed to his house.

After knocking you stare at the Tupperware of desserts over thinking how everything is gonna go. You dont hear the door open and jump when you hear, "What's that?" "I uh. I was thinking. And when I think I tend to bake and cook." You continue to stare at the Tupperware as he fully steps outside, "I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything, but I." You finally look up at him, "I know that I want to be with you." "Come here." Paul easily pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on your head as your arms wrap around his waist.

You don't know how long the two of you stay like that until you hear, "Are those brownies?!" You both turn and see Letty standing in the doorway, Paul grabs and lifts the Tupperware before Letty can grab it and run off, "Nice try kid. You gotta be quicker than that." Everything goes back to normal, besides the fact that you now know your boyfriend and his friends turn into giant dogs.

Paul can see Letty loves having you around, especially if she wants her hair done a certain way and knows hes useless with braiding hair, especially French braids. If you spent the night, Letty loves watching you do your makeup, even if it's just something super natural and basic. She also loves visiting you at work, the few days her and Paul would go to town theyd take a detour for lunch and bring you something. You had your own office, being the chief of peds, and Letty took any opportunity to spin in your chair.

When Letty starts school, Paul's absolutely bored without her there keeping him on his toes. "She's only gonna be gone for a few hours a day. Its preschool." "And then she'll be in highschool." You can only laugh, "And then what? Bringing home a boyfriend?" Paul can only groan making you laugh and shake your head, "Its preschool. You'll go to pick her up in a couple hours and you'll still be her favorite person."

After a couple years Paul and Letty move in with you. Your house was bigger and paid off, making it the best decision and Letty loved the idea of getting to decorate what would be her room. It took a couple days for you to get used to hearing cartoons in the morning and little hands pulling you inside after work to the kitchen where dinner is waiting.

By the time Letty is six shes calling you mom. You love her as if she was your own. The first time it slipped out of her mouth she got upset thinking you'd leave like her mom did. Paul talked to her and got her to tell you how she felt about your relationship with her. The next day you took her out for a girls day and she told you over lunch. When you returned home both exhausted, and after Letty showed everything she got to her dad, you were climbing into bed ready to knock out.

Paul slid into bed after tucking Letty in, pulling you into his arms letting you snuggle into the warmth his body provides, "How'd today go?" You yawn and let out a chuckle, "I think I became a mom today." Paul chuckles and kisses your shoulder, "Congratulations. It's a girl." You let out a laugh before rolling over and press your face into his neck before letting sleep consume you.

The next morning both Letty and Turkey jump on the bed to wake you and Paul up making you groan, "I didn't sign up for this." "You have no choice you're a mom now." You give Paul a death glare but he can't take you seriously with your bedhead making you roll your eyes, "Don't you have pancakes or some dad thing to make?" "Oh you're pushing it now." Before you can process what's happening Paul's attacking you in tickles and kisses, "Eww gross." You both stop and look at Letty before looking at each other. Paul shrugs, "Pin her hands, I got her feet." Not even a second later the three of you are laughing, even Turkey is happily wagging his tail and occasionally letting out happy barks.

When Letty is eight Paul asks you to marry him. Of course Letty is there to put her input on everything, especially the ring. "You know it's not for you right?" "Dad you don't have any style. Mom can't have an ugly ring. It has to be pretty just like her. She has to wear it everyday." "You don't think I don't know that? And shes beautiful not just pretty." "Dad. You're whipped." "Where'd you learn that?!" "Uncle Jared and Uncle Sam." Letty even tries to con her way into being there when Paul proposes, but luckily for Paul her uncles have super hearing, strength, and speed so she cant even attempt to escape Emily's house.

Occasionally Paul catches you and Letty cuddling on the couch as you watch a movie. He loves seeing Letty lay on top of you, no matter how big she gets she loves to have her head resting on your chest as you're both covered with whatever blanket you dragged down from her bed. Your hand is always on her back, rubbing soothing circles or just rested there depending on the day you've both had. Paul's heart skips a beat when he can see the engagement ring on your finger still unable to process the fact that hes going to marry his imprint and that you and his daughter have an amazing relationship.

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ghstandpucks · 4 years

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Cutting Edge ~ Nathan MacKinnon Ch.1

A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks for reading the prologue of this story and for your feed back! I loved hearing from you! Now I just hope this lives up to the expectations lol I would love to hear feedback on this chapter! Enjoy!

Prologue

You were on your last handful of boxes as you walked into your new Denver apartment. You were about 10 minutes from the rink in a cute brick building. Large windows let in rays of sunshine as the warm September day came to an end. The downtown Denver lights where starting to come on as people milled about. You slowly unloaded some boxes; thankful the apartment came semi furnished with at least a couch, dining table and bed. You didn’t mind though, having an apartment back home in Anaheim, California, most of your stuff just came with you. What you didn’t need you either sold or took to your parent’s house to store it. You grew up only half an hour from Anaheim, and moved to an apartment there when you were 17. You had graduated high school early, and moved closer for training to focus on making the Olympic team. At first your mom had stayed with you, the both of you going home on weekends. Then at 18, your parents thought it was fine for you to be on your own, seeing as they weren’t too far away. On the other hand, moving to Colorado by yourself was going to be an adjustment.

Sunday morning you got up early and began your day at the grocery store. After unloading, you continued to unpack. Around 3 in the afternoon, there was a knock at your door. Opening it, you saw a package on the ground with your name on it. Taking it into your kitchen, you went about cutting the tape to open it. Inside was dark blue fabric with a card addressed to Coach Y/L/N. Opening the card, it read “Welcome to the Colorado Avalanche Coach Y/L/N. I hope you made it to Denver safely. We are looking forward to having you work with us this season. See you on Monday at 7am!” ~ Jared Bednar.

You pulled the fabric out and found that it was the warm up/sweat suits that the coaches wear for practice. The jacket was embroidered with Coach Y/L/N on the upper right, and the Avs logo on the left. You smiled to yourself and ran to your room to try it on. Looking in the mirror, you could not help but laugh. The pants were just a little long and looked baggy, but you figured it was meant for men, and hockey players at that. Not your typical leggings or skirts for figure skating. Picking up your phone, you facetimed one of your best friends/ older brother figure, Jeremy Abbott. “JER!” you yelled as he answered.

“Y/N! There is my favorite little superstar!” He yelled back just as happy. The two of you had always been close. You met at your first senior worlds competition while you worked with the same choreographer that he did that year. He took to showing you the ropes of the competition and took you under his wing. You were each other’s biggest supporters, with you even standing in for his coach at a few competitions. “Check out the threads!” he laughed as you modeled your new outfit for him through the mirror.

“The pants are kind of baggy, but isn’t it awesome! I feel so official!” you squealed, overly excited.

“I’m sure you can opt out of wearing those if you wanted to,” Jeremy suggested, unpacking one of his boxes. He was set to work with the Minnesota Wild this season.

“Probably. But I at least want to show up tomorrow with everything on to show I appreciate it. I definitely was not expecting this,” you replied.

“True. At least you got a whole outfit! I only got a t-shirt,” Jeremy laughed. You talked a bit longer with each other before saying your good bye’s and good lucks for tomorrow.

Waking up the next morning, you were nervous but excited for this new experience. You put your coach’s outfit on, straightened your Y/H/C hair, and put on a little makeup. From always wearing a tone of makeup for competitions, on a daily bases you didn’t like to wear much. Most days you just threw on some foundation and mascara. You wanted to look nice for your first day with the Avs, but not like you were trying to hard. To be honest, you were looking forward to meeting the team, but you knew things had to stay professional because of the position you were in. And if you wanted to be a good spokesperson and liaison for the organizations, you had to remain professional. From training in Anaheim, you were friends with some of the Ducks, so you didn’t think it would be too difficult to work with the Avs.

Upon arriving at the rink, Coach Bednar was waiting for you with a few others. Not only did it look like other coaches, but media people as well. You smiled as you walked up to them. “Good morning!” you spoke cheerfully.

“Good morning Y/N. It’s good to see you again,” Bednar shook your hand as you walked over, a few pictures being taken. You were relieved when you saw that they were all wearing the same outfit as you. While you got ready this morning a thought crossed your mind that maybe they didn’t wear them and you would be left looking like you were trying to hard. After being introduced to the other coaches and taking a quick group photo in front of the rink, you followed Bednar as he showed you around. “And one more thing,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “Now you are official,” he smiled, handing you a whistle. You were slightly embarrassed over how excited you became putting it around your neck. As you went to thank him, a voice came from behind you.

“So you must be our figure skater!” You whipped around to see a handsome man with a charming smile on his face. “Gabriel Landeskog,” he held out his hand to shake. You smiled and shook it.

“Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you,” you replied.

“Gabe is our team captain. The guys shouldn’t cause you any trouble, but Gabe will be looking out for you also,” Bednar said.

“Of course. If you need anything just ask Coach Y/L/N,” Gabe nodded.

“Thank you, I appreciate it. I’m looking forward to working with you all,” you stated. Gabe walked away to the locker room laughing to himself. Walking in, he went right over to Nate.

“Oh you are screwed,” he joked. Nate looked up at him with concern.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused by Gabe’s statement.

“I mean, if you thought our figure skater was attractive on the video, which I’m pretty positive you did, you’re going to fall when you meet her. She’s adorable and I’m sure Mel will want to adopt her at some point,” he whispered so no one around them would hear. Nate couldn’t help the redness that started to creep up the back of his neck. So Gabe had caught his look the other day. He was trying to think of something to say as Bednar walked in.

“Get ready and let’s go gentlemen. You all have a new face to meet and she’s already out on the ice,” he chuckled, before leaving the room to head to the ice himself. Gabe sent Nate a wink as he went to put his own skates on.

One by one the team filed out of the locker room and out on the ice. You were standing around center ice listening to the coaches talk and getting to know them better. They seemed welcoming enough, which was comforting. You tried not to pay too much attention to the team skating a few warm up laps around you, forcing yourself to be actively engaged in the conversation the coaches were having. You could feel your heart start to beat a bit faster though as the nerves sank in. What if they didn’t like you and this whole program failed? Trying to shake off the negative thoughts, you forced a soft smile on your face just as you were taught when you first stepped onto the ice all those years ago. No matter what happens, you smile.

Coach Bednar blew his whistle and the team started to gather in front of him, taking a knee. You turned to the team as you stood behind the head coach, in line with the others. You tried to avoid any prolonged eye contact as you swept over the team briefly. Nate on the other hand was having a difficult time listening to what Bednar was saying as he stared at you. He wasn’t the only one, others were also trying to size you up and figure you out. How much of the girl they saw in the clip were you in real life? As you stood there in the baggy coach’s outfit and your hair pulled into a ponytail, the only thing that seemed to resemble that girl was the smile you offered them. Eventually, Bednar finished what he was saying and turned toward you, motioning for you to join him. You glided over and placed your toe pick in the ice to stop, a slight motion that did not go unnoticed by a bunch of hockey players who had no toe picks. “This is Coach Y/L/N. I’ve already told you guys a bit about her, but why don’t you introduce yourself,” Bednar said to you. You nodded and your smile brightened a small amount. Here’s the performance.

“Hi guys! My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m excited to be here with you all and I look forward to getting to know you and working with you. Um, I am the liaison for this program and partnership between the NHL and USFS, so if you have any questions about it feel free to ask me. I can pretty much answer whatever you want to know as I attended like every meeting and helped coordinate it all. And…yeah. I’m just happy to be here and excited to see how this goes,” You said, holding your hands behind your back to hide how much they were shaking. You may be the spokesperson and speak frequently at events, but that didn’t mean you were always comfortable doing so. You glanced around and were relieved to see some smiles, even if they were toothless ones. That was when you caught the eye of number 29. He gave you a soft grin and looked away, almost as if he had been caught. Nate was thankful he had a helmet on so no one could point out the redness creeping its way into his face.

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About an hour later, you had a group of about 8 players with you. Since you had to get to know everyone’s skating strengths and weaknesses before you could move forward with a plan of action to improve their skating, you ran them through a basic drill to see which edge and side they stopped and turned momentum on quicker. As you were watching their footwork intently, Nate was watching you, and Gabe was watching him. The captain had never seen his friend so interested in someone so quickly.

You turned back to the group in a sharp movement after watching Kadri go through the drill and did not pay attention to your own foot placement. Before you knew it, the back of your blade got caught up in the baggy sweats by your other foot and you stumbled forward. Thankfully, from years of skating you had quick reflexes and righted yourself within a second, letting out an embarrassed giggle. You weren’t the only one with quick reflexes though as you saw at least 5 pairs of gloved hands lunge toward you to keep you upright. “You ok?” Nate asked. He had lunged the closest to you, something that did not go unnoticed by Gabe, or the others for that fact.

“I’m fine, thanks. These things are too baggy. I’m not used to skating in sweats,” you replied, smiling at him and thanking the cold air of the ice rink for already turning your cheeks pink, and not just from embarrassment. You locked eyes with the center, and as his concern turned into a soft smile, you couldn’t help the butterflies that seemed to take flight in your stomach. It seemed like a Hallmark movie moment, until someone spoke up and ruined it.

“You could always just take them off,” a voice suggested. You looked up with raised eyebrows to find Tyson Jost looking horrified at the words that he had just uttered. “I didn’t mean it that way! I am so sorry. I meant that you could, like, wear something else. But definitely still wear something. And…”

“Laps, now” Gabe gave a slight shove to Tyson and the hockey player took off with one more ‘sorry’ being uttered over his shoulder. Gabe then turned back to you.

“He didn’t mean that in a negative way,” he tried to explain for his teammate. You broke into a smile and laughed lightly.

“I know. It was kind of fun to watch him sputter though,” you shrugged. Gabe looked shocked. He didn’t think you would take this so lightly, with it being your first day and not knowing everyone’s personality yet. Everyone else started to laugh as they gave Jost a hard time as he came back around.

“I think you are going to fit in just fine here coach,” Gabe chuckled. You smiled at him and the rest of the players who were laughing as well, nodding along. You turned your attention back to Nate who was still standing next to you and giggled as he sent you a quick wink before skating back to his teammates. Yeah, you think your going to like it here.

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idreamofplaid · 4 years

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Beneath the Smile

Summary: Jared’s struggle with depression bubbles to the surface, and the reader is there to love and support him through it.

Characters: Jared x Reader; Jensen

Word Count: 2119

Warnings: Discussion of depression

A/N: This fic was inspired by an Ask I got from @sandlee44. It takes place at the time of Jared’s Season 3 breakdown. It is, of course, fiction. All the love to Jared always for having the courage to share his personal struggle with so many of us fighting the same battle.

It was two o’clock in the morning when the phone rang. I reached in the dark for my bedside table and patted my hand over the smooth surface until I found it. When I turned it over, the little screen brought a faint amount of light into the room. Then my eyes focused, and I read the name of the caller. Jensen. I sat straight up, instantly awake now, and pressed the button to answer his call.

“Jensen, what’s wrong? Jared? Is he okay?” My words were spilling out of my mouth at a rate to match the now pounding beat of my heart.

“He’s okay, Y/N, but I think you should come to Vancouver.” I noticed that his voice was still in the register of Dean deep. At first, I thought that was because of the late hour, but as he kept talking I realized it was because he was exhausted. “I’m at Jared’s apartment now. I came home with him.” My heart sank down to the pit of my stomach. I was terrified of what Jensen was going to say next. “He shouldn’t be alone right now.”

I struggled to find my voice. I had to ask, had to know, and Jensen wasn’t the kind of person to offer up information. The mere fact he’d called me told me just how serious this was, especially considering it was the middle of the night on the east coast where I was. “Tell me what happened, Jensen.”

I could practically hear him thinking, trying to figure out the best way to tell me whatever it was. “Jared had some kind of breakdown.” I grabbed a handful of my comforter and clutched it in my fist. “He was late coming back to set, so I went to his trailer to find him. He...he couldn’t get off the couch. He’d...just...shut down.”

“Why?” It was all I could think to say. My mind was racing, flying back through all the years I had known Jared. I’d been scared something like this was going to happen for a long time. Jared’s struggled with depression went all the way back to high school.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Nothing unusual happened. It’s about what he’s thinking and feeling, but that’s something he should tell you.”

I got off my bed and went to the closet while Jensen talked. My suitcase was on the shelf where I’d put it when I got home from my last trip to Vancouver. “Where is he now?”

“He’s sleeping. It was a long day.” Jensen paused, and I could tell he was weighing something in his mind. “The producers wanted to shut down production, but Jared wouldn’t. We’re going back to work tomorrow.”

I dropped my suitcase on my bed with a thud and zipped it open. “Jensen, please keep an eye on him. I’m catching the first plane I can tomorrow.”

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It was early October, and the air was filled with a crisp Canadian chill. Jensen had arranged to have a car and driver pick me up at the airport and bring me back to the set. I’d only been there once, but it still seemed familiar to me, probably because I’d pictured it so many times. It was the way I stayed connected to Jared over the months I was falling in love with him from thousands of miles away.

I walked up the steps of the very trailer I’d imagined so many times and opened the door. The inside was neat, but not perfect. That was a good sign; Jared was at least trying. Keeping things tidy was a challenge for him because he had the type of personality that just exploded around you in a sunburst and often he was so wrapped up in that energy that the details of his surroundings didn’t even register with him.

There were throw pillows scattered over the couch. I’d gotten them for him after that first visit because I thought his work space needed a homey touch. I wanted him to be comfortable here. I made my way to the sofa, sat down, and picked up a navy pillow. I hugged it to my chest and remembered the first time Jared brought me here.

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One Year Ago

The smile had barely left Jared’s face since we’d gotten to the lot. He enjoyed being here, and everyone clearly loved him. The hair stylist had winked at me as she settled him in the chair and handed him a pack of gummy worms. “It’s the only thing that keeps him still.” Jared had pulled one of the sugar covered candies from the pack and held it out to me. I’d taken it from him and took a bite. The sugar had quickly covered my tongue, and the sound of Jared’s laughter caused a smile to bloom on my face.

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Present

That seemed like a long time ago at the moment. The rattle of the door pulled me out of my reverie, and I hastily put the pillow back into its place. Jared sighed as he walked through the door, then he saw me. “Y/N.” He scrunched up his face, and the spot at the bridge of his nose wrinkled. “What are you doing here?” He was immersed in the look of Sam Winchester from head to toe, complete with all the layers, but he was still every bit my Jared. My Jared, full of sunshine and the darkness that tore at him.

I chose my words carefully. “I thought you might like to have me here, and...I wanted to be with you. Jared took off Sam’s jacket and dropped it on the counter. We were going to talk about it eventually, so I might as well say it. “Jensen called me.”

Jared had unbuttoned his cuff and was rolling up the sleeve. He stopped when he got to his elbow and hesitated before moving on to the other side. “He did?” Jared lifted his eyes to glance at me, his hand was on his sleeve motionless. “What did he say?”

I didn’t want to make Jared uncomfortable, but I couldn’t stop staring at him. The love I felt for him had guided my every move these past few months. I was actively engaged in trying to make myself a better person for him. He inspired me like that, and he didn’t have any idea.

“He told me you had a hard day, but he didn’t give me any details.” Jared didn’t answer, and I stayed quiet too. He walked over to the couch and sat down on the other end, then he leaned back and stretched his arm out across the back. He wasn’t making eye contact, but he shrugged and started to talk.

“I don’t know what happened. Shooting was going great. We were taking a scheduled break, and I came back here. I planned to unwind for a few minutes, listen to some music, but when I got here something just kind of came over me.” Jared lifted his arm and ran his hand through his hair. “I just started thinking I don’t belong here.” I saw him swallow, and I wanted to reach out to him, but I knew it was important to let him talk. “Look at this.” His head turned, scanning the trailer. “I’m a lead on a TV show. I’m not that good. There are so many actors better than me. There are people who hate me because of what I have, and there are people who want to be my friend because of it, because of what they think I can do for them.”

Jared tipped his head back, resting it on the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling. “There’s just so much pressure. What if I can’t keep this up. I’m cracking, Y/N.” He turned his head to look at me without lifting it. “I sat here on this couch, and I couldn’t move. I was scared if I went out there, everyone would know. They’d know I’m fake, that I’m not really what they think I am at all, and I can’t do this.”

Jared abruptly lifted his head and stood. His back was to me as he continued. “How’d I get here? I got lucky. That’s all. I’ve always been too skinny. My hair just does whatever it feels like. I have too many moles that have to be airbrushed and covered with makeup. I can’t cry when the script says to do it. It always looks forced, and then after I can’t stop crying because I couldn’t cry.”

He turned, ran his hand through his hair again and then down over his face. “I want to be good at this. I want to be an actor, but there’s so much of this that isn’t acting. Image. I don’t want to hear that word anymore. I’ve got all these people telling me who to be and what to say in interviews. They tell me how to dress.”

Jared took a deep breath. “There’s so much pressure. Kripke told Jensen and me at the very beginning that this whole thing is riding on us. If it fails, it’ll be because of me, Y/N. What would PR do if this got out? How would that look? I had a breakdown on set. I couldn’t take it, Y/N.”

It was time to say something. “Jared, come sit with me.” This time when he sat down, it was beside me. I took his hand in mine, so big, so strong but soft. “Jared, you have a very special gift. Acting is part of it, but it’s not the most important part. You know how to connect to people.” It was true. That was what had drawn me to him in high school. Jared circulated outside cliques; he actually saw people.

I scooted closer to him. “The world doesn’t always appreciate that. It wants to put us all in a shiny box, and you resist that.” I slipped my free hand into his hair and combed my fingers through the soft locks that he thought were so problematic. “You keep hold of what’s real about you, no matter how many cameras and lights they put in your face. Your heart is kind; that’s why I love you.”

Tears formed in his eyes, and they threatened to fall. “I don’t deserve any of this, Y/N. I’m not worth it. I’m not who they think I am.”

I pulled my hand from his hair and let it rest on his cheek. “It doesn’t matter who they think you are. It matters what you know, and you’ll figure it out.”

A single tear slipped down Jared’s cheek, and he nodded silently. Then he wrapped his arms around me and held on. “I love you, Jared.” I rubbed my hand up and down his back. “You don’t have to be anything for anybody. Just you.”

After a few minutes, he pulled back and began to try to compose himself. “Jared, you don’t have to put on a face for me. I want you just the way you are.”

I fed him, using the ingredients in the fridge to make a sandwich. When Jared got like this, he tended to stop eating. It wasn’t time just yet to talk about finding him a therapist, but we would have that conversation before I left Vancouver. Right now, the focus was to take care of him by keeping him hydrated, nourished, and feeling safe, feeling loved. With this last in mind, I asked him. “Do you want to lie down with me?”

He bit his lip, and it would have been cute if my heart didn’t hurt for him. “Yeah. I’d like that.” I led him to the bed at the back of the trailer. Jared unbuttoned his top shirt and took it off, followed by toeing off his shoes. He took off everything else, leaving him in his t-shirt and boxer briefs. I made my way to the little closet in the corner and found one of his shirts I could wear, then went back to the bed where I found Jared under the covers.

I climbed in next to him, and he pulled me close. There was no sex; this was more basic, more intimate. Jared eased his hand beneath his shirt where he could feel the warmth of my skin. We stayed wrapped in each other like that, and I gave him the comfort he needed until he fell asleep. I would make sure he got the rest he needed too, and when he woke up; I would still be there to love and support him.

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youralternantpersonality · 4 years

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Dreams

Seth x Reader: Wanting you

Warning: Breaking fourth wall. Let me know if you catch it 😉 and gender-neutral parental names

Part 1: “Dreams” by Ella Eyre

Part 2: “You’ve Got It Bad” by Usher

Part 3: “Never Give Up on Love” by Bobby Tinsley

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Y/n POV

“Will that be all for you?” I say, finishing up writing down the order.

“Well, I could get your number, beautiful.” One thing that is horrible about being a waitress is dealing with the harassment that comes with it. The best way to deal with verbal harassment (like in this situation) is by giving them the “AS,” as my friends would call it. The Awkward Stare. Now, this stare isn’t having ME become awkward; oh no, this is to make sure THEY do. Essentially, you would look at the predator straight in the eyes and give a resting bitch face until they become uncomfortable and silent. To the point where the whole table is uncomfortable. Kind of like your high school teacher would look at the student when no one would shut up. Once they were fully engaged in avoiding my eyes, I gave a final smile and went put in their order at the counter.

“You know, you could be a little less cute and more intimidating?” said Orion, my now lifetime best friend since I had started this job a couple of months ago. I turn to look at him and give him the finger as he walked around me to bring his tables their food.

“He does have a point. Straighten up your back more, pull your shoulders back, and clock your head to the side just a little. That way, you’ll really knock them.” Emily said. She was a regular here. Every Wednesday at 4 pm and Sunday at 12:30 pm, she would come in, go to her usual spot at the counter, and either order the chiefs salad with a side of a sliced pickle, the garden burger with seasoned fries, or 5 stack pancake with orange/apple juice. Her husband Sam or another kid named Jared and his girlfriend Kim come on Sunday morning, grabbing a crap ton of food (so Emily doesn’t have to cook) and leave. Polite men, scary—at least Sam can be, but polite. Jared is just a child, and I can do nothing but pray for Kim.

“You mean like that ugly pink toad lady from-”

“Don’t say it!” I roll my eyes. Ever since KJ Bowling expressed her feelings towards the LGBTQA+ community, she refuses to acknowledge it. The disbelief and sadness that took over for the love of Henry Planter she had were wild, yet kind of crazy to watch.

“Look, it could be worse. You could love the Dawn saga by Tephanie Neyer and find out that she is horrid in disguise. But hey! Once it hit 2 years, you’ll start realizing all the fucked-up shit in the series and slowly be okay. Dawn fans know Tephanie is fucked up, we know the series is fucked up, we acknowledge it all and take full responsibility for liking it, but some still like it. We don’t support it, but we like it.” I tell her, shrugging my shoulders. I have to remember, she’s a rookie in this game.

“That’s true. Why are the best authors the most fucked up?” she says, playing with her fries I just placed down in front of her.

“Because they hate us and know what the population likes. Just like politics.” I say, stealing one of her fries.

“I don’t know how you guys like that series! Wasn’t there racism, classism with the Ghoul’s and Werecats, hyper-sexualization on the prides where the cats came from, misinformed information, plagiarism, and too, I don’t know, squishy and fluffy in them?” Orion asked.

“First off, they were shapeshifters. Secondly, only in Dawn, Dusk, and Night were squishy. But only because Bethany and Elliot were on their honeymoon in the last one. Daytime didn’t have it because Elliot broke up with Bethany.” I nod in agreement while grabbing the food for my tables.

“I thought their name was Ben and Evy?”

“No, that’s the gender swap version,” I say, walking away with the food. I place the food down at one table and refill drinks to another; some of the reservation guys come in. Seth, Embry, Jake, and Quil. I look over to Orion to call him for his table, but it looks like he and Emily are in a heated discussion about the book series. So, I take over for him. As I walked over to the table, I made eye contact with Seth, and my stomach flipped.

Why you in my dreams? Don't know much about you But I heard about you for the longest time And I see you 'round whenever I go out With some friends of mine And I remember when I saw you standing in a different light It's funny where my mind goes when I'm in my bed at night though

As I lay in bed, I notice that my feelings become stronger and stronger for him almost every time I see him. He was a few inches shorter than me, cheerier, and lanky. I always saw Seth and his friends, but out of nowhere, these…flutters? Feelings? Emotions I don’t like started eating me up every time I see him. I know it might be a crush, I won’t even deny that, but…why?

I toss and turn that night and eventually give up on trying to sleep and just stare at the ceiling, thinking of him. Confused and resistant to even wanting to think about it. The last thing I need is to be in a relationship while in my fucked situation as is. I don’t need my guardians knowing anything about Seth either.

But then again, just like evil authors, life fucks us all over, and you can help but go along with it. Well, unless you sue them. Then that’s different.

'Cause I push you away in real life You ain't even close to my type But when I'm sleeping Everything's upside down, upside down, yeah I saw you last night in my, my dreams It felt so beautiful, I almost believed We were a thing and I liked it I never looked at you like this Till I saw you last night in my, my dreams Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my?) Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my mind?) Seth POV

I saw her again today. She was walking down the hallway with Orion and Kayla to gym class, and we made slight eye contact before Jake decided to take my attention away from her. I look at him, but I don’t really pay attention to him. I don’t know when it happened, but I have always loved Y/n. When she transferred here in middle school, she was cute, shy, and had (and still has) a babyface.

I could never talk to her. Every time I was around her, I’d get so scared and freeze up. And although we’re in high school, I still can’t control it. Lately, my feelings have been getting stronger. Not just with her, but in general. I don’t know what it is, but it’s taking a lot more of my energy trying to control myself. Leah and mom have noticed it too. But Embry was the worst. Speaking of which,

“Hey, where’s Embry?” Quil and Jake looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

“But did you hear a word I said?”

“Obviously not. He was too busy gawking at Y/n.” Quil said, laughing. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Ass-whores.

After school, we head to the diner and, like always and on cue, Jake and Quil make fun of me because Y/n works there. I roll my eyes at them and attempt to push them off me without smiling, but I can’t help it; they’re stupid. It’s not their fault.

Fell asleep at nine And once I closed my eyes, girl, you were so, so mine We laid in the dark, you left in morning light But, girl, it felt so right And if it's in our minds then we should make it life Girl, I mean real, real life Nothing's never for ya We were all and over for ya 'Cause I push you away in real life You ain't even close to my type But when I'm sleeping Everything's upside down, upside down, yeah I saw you last night in my, my dreams It felt so beautiful, I almost believed We were a thing and I liked it I never looked at you like this Till I saw you last night in my, my dreams

That night I quickly dreamed of her without even having to try to at this point. Every time I want to or attempt to talk, I freeze. Thinking about her just makes me feel…warm. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes are captivating. They’ll draw you in, and once you’re in, you’re stuck. Her y/h/(L/C/T) hair embraces and defines her facial features.

The dream always starts out the same. I’m running through the forest at a high fast pace towards a place that always ends up being her home. I follow around the house to her room on the left side of the house towards the forest. As I look at her window, I see her sitting at the window seal and we instantly make eye contact. My heart stops for a second—she smiles and I walk up to her window to come inside. She doesn’t open the window. She places her hand on the window and my much larger now hands cover hers. We look at one another and smile.

I’m not bothered by her not opening the window. I’m just happy she isn’t freaked out about my presence. Unfortunately, every time she goes to open the window, my alarm wakes me up. And when I mean alarm, I mean Leah.

I groan and curse her and the need to wake me up so early. As I get ready, I think of Y/n and I can’t help but smile. Today’s going be a good day.

Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my?) Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my mind?) Y/n POV

The weekend comes and I’m heading in for my shift Sunday morning. I usually wouldn’t work weekends, but that was before I met Emily. I have Friday and Saturday off instead. It’s eight in the morning and Kayla, two of the cooks, and I all pile in before we open at nine. By 9:30, a few families start piling in and by 10, we have the food catered to Sam or Jared ready.

“Hey, Kim!” I wave to her as she walks into the diner. She waves back and heads to the counter. After setting up my table, I head over to the food and help her pack it up in the truck.

“I see you guys ordered more food than usual. Did more family members move into the area?” I say, passing her the multiple trays from the cart to the car.

“Yeah…something like that,” she laughs it off, “but rest assure, this will be gone within the next 45 minutes…maybe sooner.” I laugh with her. I believe her 100 percent. After seeing Jared and Sam, I already know their family that Kim describes them to be, is just as big, if not larger, then this food should hold them off for 2 hours. Maybe.

“Well, that’s all of them: drive safe, Hun. And stop by sometime after school. You’ll miss the adventures of Orion and Emily arguing over pink and rose gold.”

“Aren’t they different?” I nod my head. “But they’ll argue over that?” I nod my head again. She shakes her head and smiles. “Em usually starts it?”

“Sometimes. Only when she needs a good laugh or when she just feels like fucking with him. Last week they were in a heated discussion about the Dusk saga.”

“Oh, dear god! She told me about that. I can’t believe she went that deep into it with him.” Kim laughs.

“I know. That’s probably the only time they’re not being repelling off the same topic. Normally one would disagree for the fuck of it, but they put their fuckery aside and agreed to agree on that topic.” We both laugh. I finish up my conversation with Kim and head inside.

If I gotta fall asleep, sleep to see ya Then I'm gonna fall asleep, sleep to see ya It's different in the daylight Miss you, I dunno know why If I gotta fall asleep, sleep to see ya Let me fall, fall deep, deep to see ya It's different in the daylight See you in a new light 'Cause I push you away in real life You ain't even close to my type But when I'm sleeping Everything's upside down, upside down, yeah

I wave bye to Em, and Orion comes in. I clock out for my break and go sit in one of the booths in the back. As I am prepping my garden burger with ketchup, I think back to my dream I had last night. This one was recently new, confusing, but knew. I take a much-needed bite of my food and relax for the next 15 minutes.

I just got done with my daily nighttime routine, unable to sleep due to Taylor and Kennedy arguing, I go to my window and look outside. I look up at the sky and just drift off into a world of daydreaming until something catches my eye in the bestrew of trees next to my house. As I continue to look, I see big brown eyes of an animal. I smile and the animal walks out of the trees slowly and morphs into Seth. I smile brighter as he comes closer and closer to me. By the time he reaches me, I can feel myself become excited and full of glow, happiness, and this sensation of warmth.

He steps up to the window and smiles down at me. I place my hand on the cold glass and he looks down at my hand and does the same. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin, which only makes me smile more. I unlock the window and just as I am about to open it, my alarm wakes me up.

I’ve been stuck on this for so long that Orion had to shake me out of my daydream. I put my food aside for later and went back to work. I’ll just deal with the dream another time.

I saw you last night in my, my dreams It felt so beautiful, I almost believed We were a thing and I liked it I never looked at you like this Till I saw you last night in my, my dreams Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my?) Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my mind?)

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Chances {Chapter Twenty-Four}

Final Chapter babes

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I met him on a hot and sunny day in Lower Los Angeles, six months after I broke up with the man who showed me what love really was. I was on the phone with Robbie, walking down the street with coffee in one hand and eyes on the ground.

"Robbie, I'm telling you, Thor and Loki are totally fine," I say with a heavy sigh. "They're animals, and they get along just fine. So go have fun with your family."

"Let me talk to them. You're with them, right?" Robbie asks in a slight panic after seeing a cat that looked like his across the country in Maine. Naomi and Robbie's family got together for a family reunion after getting engaged a month ago up at Robbie's grandfather's property in Maine.

After releasing our second album and a quick third album by my own design, the band took a break. Heather is backpacking across Canada while Robbie and Naomi are on the east coast. I stayed stationed in LA, taking care of the couple's pets.

"Robbie, I'm getting coffee. They are totally fine." I hear Naomi nagging him on the other end. "I love you, but you're a helicopter parent." He sighs and hangs up with a quick goodbye. I almost have my phone in my back pocket before it rings again.

Guilt and anxiety settle deep in my stomach like a boulder as I read the name over and over again. I go to decline it, only to have my shoulder bumped, causing my phone to fall onto the pavement. I bend down to pick it up at the same time the stranger does. "Bloody hell, I'm so sorry, ma'am." I freeze with my hand just above the phone at the voice. It couldn't be him. We haven't seen each other since the breakup.

He picks up my phone, glancing over the screen to assesses the damage. He pauses and looks from the phone to me. "Stella?"

"Hi Tom," I say, offering a small smile. He laughs and hands me my phone before offering me a hand to help me up.

"I didn't recognize you. You're blonde," Tom's voice is light and cheerful as he points out that my long black hair is now short and blonde. "And you're wearing a bloody dress." I laugh with a nod, tucking my hair behind my ear. "It's been a long six months, hasn't it?" I nod again, looking over Tom's face. He hasn't changed since the last time I saw those beautiful blue eyes. They shine the same way they did when I first met him.

"It's good to see you," I mention after a few seconds of silence. "You look great."

"Speak for yourself. You're glowing, Stella." I laugh. "I was actually calling because I've been thinking about you as of late, and I wanted to see if you'd be up to talking?" Tom shuffles on his feet, nervous about my answer.

"I'd like that very much, Tom." His smile lights up his entire face. "I know a park just around the corner we could sit at and talk." Tom nods and follows my lead to the park I was already making my way to.

We talk on my favorite bench about all the little things that have gone on in our lives. Tom talks about finishing his new show down in Atlanta, about his reading list, and about all the traveling he's been doing since we've been apart.

I tell him about Robbie and Naomi's engagement, about them naming their animals Thor and Loki - which he found hilarious - and I tell him about the new wardrobe change courtesy of Heather.

"I heard your songs," Tom mentions while I take a sip of coffee. "They're outstanding. Not that I thought they wouldn't be," He defends. "You're really good at what you do, Stella." I blush and look away from Tom. "I also heard the second album." My attention snaps back up to him from my coffee cup while I cover my mouth.

"I'm so sorry. I was going to ask your manager for permission to add those voice memos, but production went faster than I expected, and suddenly it was out." Tom laughs and sets a hand on my knee, my skin immediately erupting in a fire.

"I'm okay with it. It was nice to relive those days with you. I didn't know you recorded so much, however." I chuckle with a shrug. Our eyes meet, and I can't pull myself to break the contact first. "I've missed you terribly, Stella," Tom admits.

"I've missed you too," I say. "And what I did, I wouldn't be upset if you never forgave me. I have no excuse for why I did it. PTSD can really fuck up your perception of life." Tom nods as he runs his thumb in circles on my leg. "I really did love you. I still do, if we're totally honest. I'm still so ashamed."

"I understand, and I forgive you," Tom says, scooting closer until our hips touch on the bench. "Jared came by two weeks after it happened and told me everything. I needed some space to heal, but I've never missed someone as much as I have you in these few months."

"Jared told me he told you. He talked to me, and I finally got the closure I've been trying to find. He hasn't been in my life since it happened. It's... weird. I don't have to look over my shoulder every day." Tom smiles and squeezes my leg.

"I'm glad, you deserve that." Tom leans closer, resting his forehead on mine. "I've missed you so bloody much. I felt like I was dying every time I had a second alone. I love you so much, and I would love to start over again if you'll have me."

Any coherent train of thought left the station the minute Tom's skin met mine. I felt like I could finally breathe again. All the weight and stress I felt lifts off my shoulders. I felt as light as a feather for the first time in six months. I could get used to this feeling.

I lean in to connect our lips, which Tom happily repays with a hand on the back of my head. After a second, I pull away to look Tom in the eyes. His are still shut as a smile dances across his lips. "I will always have you, Tom," I say as his eyes meet mine. "Always."

After intense couple's therapy for a month, Tom and I made it official again. We still have things to work on, but we have healthy coping mechanisms now. Tom is the best thing I ever took a chance on, and I will do whatever work it takes to make this a lifetime commitment.

I saw Jared for the first time two weeks after Tom, and I made it official. He was on a date in the same restaurant Tom and I were on a date in. It wasn't awkward or scary. We made eye contact, smiled, and let it be. I haven't seen him since. A part of me wants him to go through hell the way I did, the way he did to me. But a bigger part wants him to be happy, the part that will always love him. He was my first love, as toxic and abusive as our relationship was. It was love.

Robbie had me as his best man at his wedding; Heather was Naomi's maid of honor. Tom was my plus one and at the reception, asked me to move in with him. We moved everything out the following week.

We still have dance-offs, singing competitions, and trips to the beach. Tom taught me the violin, and I taught him the art of relaxing for more than an hour. We sit and read together on lazy days, and on rainy days we dance in it.

Bobby came into our lives the day after I told Tom I wanted a dog. A beautiful chocolate brown Cocker Spaniel who I can honestly say I love more than Tom most days. I'm sure Tom feels the same.

The band and I have weekends together, going to clubs and doing normal young adult things. Heather found a partner when she was in Canada who now lives in LA with her. They're the cutest couple I've seen in my life, including Tom and me. We're all now a happily taken band.

I understand my cheating was shallow, especially when you use the lens of sex insecurities. But it was so much more than that. Jared had a hold on me, and I was weak around him. He was the only person I had for so long, so when I was scared, insecure, and frustrated, he was the first person my brain told me to go to. I was a child when I met him, and I'm still working on that tangled mess he made inside of me. I genuinely wish him the best, but I don't want him in my life.

Now that we're nearing the end of the book, I'm sure you're all wondering why it's called Chances. It's simple, really. If I never took the chance to start my band, I would never be where I am today. If Tom hadn't given me a second chance, I wouldn't be sitting in bed, with him snoring next to me, feeling like I finally belonged in my own story.

As horrible as my story started, I wouldn't change it if it meant I couldn't end up back here, right now. With the love of my life next to me and my dog resting his head on Tom's chest. Where my band is going on a world tour in 2022.

So that's it. That's Stella Thompson's fucked up mess of a life.

By the way, Tom snores really fucking loud.

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The Fiancée Mistake // Dean Winchester x reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, Jensen Ackles x reader (implied) Word count: 2050 Warnings: Lenguage Summary: After being sent to an alternate reality where your life is part of a TV show, you find yourself descovering things about this alternative universe that will make an impact on your life. Tags: @akshi8278 (a/n): This one shot is based on the episode ‘The French Mistake’.

You had seen many weird things in your life, some stuff that other people couldn’t begin to imagine. But you could not believe your own eyes when, after crossing that window, you saw yourself standing in front of a whole set. Apparently, Balthazar had sent you and the Winchesters to another dimension, one where there was no supernatural beings and your life was just a TV show.

Everything was so confusing there… And the more you tried to understand things the more lost you felt. As soon as you were able to escape set, you did some research on how to get home, but you couldn’t find any spell able to do that, nor any real spell for the matter. Moving on, you decided to search your name and the show online. You were surprised to see that you weren’t even on the main cast of the show, you were just a secondary character that appeared every once in a while to help the Winchesters.

It felt strange to read your biography on a fan’s blog at the internet, and seeing that complete strangers knew everything about your life was shocking. But the real surprise came when you looked up online the name of the actress who played you on the show. Well, you were supposed to be her, you thought, you should know at least some basic facts about ‘yourself’.

As soon as you googled your actress’s name, some news appeared in the screen of your laptop. You frowned as you read the headline aloud. You from this reality had just gotten engaged with some guy named Jensen Ackles. You clicked on the “read more” button, and you frowned when you saw a picture of the so-called Jensen. He was the actor who played Dean and, according to what you were reading, you had been dating since you met on the set of the show during season 3, where your character first appeared in the show.

You closed your laptop in disgust. You and Dean had never been really close to each other. Sometimes, you could barely stand him as you found his behavior way too childish, which usually lead to the both of you arguing. Not that you hated him or anything, you just seemed to be incompatible. You feel like you wouldn’t even hang out with him if it wasn’t for the hunting and your mutual interest of preventing the world to end.

It would have made a lot more sense if you were engaged to Sam. You didn’t even think of him in a romantic way, but you really had more things in common with him than you would ever have with Dean. Anyway, from what you could see online, Sam’s actor was already married to a woman called Genevieve Cortese, who was the one playing Ruby 2 on the show. Was everyone’s love lives here limited to their place of work?

You were called on set again and you rushed out of your trailer to meet Sam and Dean, who were on set, doing some terrible acting to try and get the crew to leave them alone. After the eleventh take of the same scene, the desperate director allowed them to have a 5-minute break. They immediately run to you.

“Have you found a way to get back home?” Sam asked you as soon as he stood by your side.

“There’s nothing out there. I couldn’t find a single spell that would actually work.” You explained. “But I’ve search about the show online. Your names in this universe are Jensen Ackles and Jared Padakleski.”

“It’s Padalecki.” Sam corrected you.

“So, there’s nothing we can do to get out of here?” Dean asked you in desperation.

“Not that I know.” You shrugged.

“There must be a way to get out of here.” Sam said. “We just need to keep searching.”

“And what do we do in the meantime?” Dean asked again.

“I think we should act normal, pretend we’re actors. At least until we find our way out of here.” Sam tried to make the smart choice. “Have you found any other information about this world that could be useful?”

“Yes. You’re married to Ruby 2.” You informed Sam, who gave you a confused look. “To the actress who played her. Her name was Genevieve something… And Jensen is engaged…” Certain Winchester didn’t let you finish.

“Cool, is fake me marrying a Hollywood star?” The smile on Dean’s face grew bigger as he imagined the whole thing up.

“Jensen is engaged to me.” You finally stated as Dean looked at you, frowning. “I don’t like it any more than you do, but I don’t make the rules here.”

“You just have to pretend to be a couple until we get out of here. It can’t be that hard.” The youngest Winchester said.

You spent the rest of the day on set trying to stay unnoticed and waiting desperately for the time to get home. You had to stand people walking to where you and ‘Jensen’ were and congratulating the two of you for ‘taking the big step’. Trying not to be rude, you thanked those people and acted like if you were in love with Dean, Jensen or whatever his name in this universe was.

Finally, the time of getting out of there arrived, and as quickly as you could, you ran to the parking lot and tried to discover which one was your car. As it turned out, you actually had a personal chauffeur that drove you around. You and Dean got in the car.

“Where to, lovebirds?” He asked looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“Just take us home.” Dean tried to act normal.

You stayed silent all the way until you finally reached your destination. Surprised at the big place you seemed to own, you thanked Cliff the chauffeur and got inside the house. It seemed even bigger on the inside.

“Do we already live together?” You questioned as you looked around, trying to get familiarized with the place since you didn’t know how many time you were going to stay there. “Isn’t it too soon?”

“The thing that freaks you out the most about this universe is that we live together?” Dean laughed at you. “I mean, we’re engaged. Of course we live together.”

“It just… Seems too early, how long have we known each other in this universe? 2 years?” You sighed. “As I see it, we’re rushing things up.”

“Are you fake dumping me, fake fiancée?” He laughed at your words.

“What? No!” You quickly said. “I just- This universe confuses me.”

“Don’t worry, I get that things here can be confusing.” He tried to calm you down. “But it’s going to be okay, we’ll find our way out of here.”

“I hope so.” You sat on the couch, hiding your head in between your hands.

“It’s fine. I’ll keep being your fake fiancée.” Dean sat by your side. “But you have to promise me that you won’t fall in love with me.”

“Idiot.” You laughed and punched him playfully.

The days went by as you tried to find your way back home. Magic seemed to be the only way to get back, but there wasn’t any magic in that world, which meant that the three of you were stuck in that universe until Castiel and Balthazar decided to come back for you. So, in the meantime you would just walk around set all day with Dean, trying to look like a couple so no one would question you. They had more than enough with your suddenly horrible acting.

What you didn’t know was that Raphael was sending one of his angels, Virgil, to get the key that you had to keep. And it totally caught you off guard when you found him in the middle of the set. Dean and you tried to fight him off, but when some stunts came to separate you, you couldn’t prevent Virgil to steal the key from you and run away. The one thing you had to do, guard the key, and you had failed.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Dean assured you, but you couldn’t help but feel like a failure. “We’re going to get the key back, and we’re going to get back home.”

The Winchesters and you began to focus on how to track Virgil down, but it wasn’t until Castiel’s actor, Misha, was murdered that you had news from him. You rushed to the place of the crime and talked to a homeless man that was around during the whole thing. He told you how Virgil had contacted Raphael and that he was going to bring him back the next day. That was your way out of there, you just had to stop him before he went back to your universe.

You were nervous as you walked around set. If everything turned out okay, it would be the last time that you would be in that place. But for some reason that didn’t seem as great as you thought it would be. You had gotten used to that place, in some sort of way. If you stayed there, you were going to need a new job since acting was not your thing, but the thought of staying there with Dean didn’t seem that awful for some reason. Still immersed in your thoughts, you overheard Dean’s voice as he talked to Sam.

“We wouldn’t be that broken up if we didn’t come back.” The older Winchester said.

“What?” Sam asked, trying to understand his brother’s words. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Well, I was just saying. No hell below us, above us only sky.”

“Dean, our friends are back there.” Sam looked at his brother.

“Yeah, but our live is not that bad here.” Dean tried to convince his brother. “You’re married to fake Ruby, I’m with Y/N. It wouldn’t be that awful if we stayed here. Back home the hits have been coming since you were 6 months old.”

From where you were standing, you tried to decode what Dean’s words actually meant. Was he feeling the same way about you? As Sam and Dean finished their conversation, you walked in the room, pretending you hadn’t heard anything.

It didn’t take long for Virgil to appear and for you to get into a fight with him. Luckily for you, he didn’t have his powers in this dimension, which made it easy for you to beat him, steal the key and finally get through the portal.

Getting back home, you found out that Balthazar and Castiel were only using you as a distraction for Raphael so they could actually get heaven’s weapons on their own. After confronting the archangel, Castiel sent you back to Bobby’s.

It felt weird to be finally back. One part of you was happy to be back in your own reality, but the other part of you would have wanted to stay on the other universe. You went to Dean as you watched him pour himself a glass of whiskey.

“Hey.” You greeted him and sat by his side. He greeted you back. “Can I have one of those?”

“Sure.” He poured you another glass and handed it to you.

“I just wanted to say that, back there at the other reality, you weren’t the worst fiancée ever.” He laughed at your words as you took a sip of whiskey.

“You were not that bad yourself.” His green eyes were on you as he placed his glass on his lips. You stayed silent for a few seconds.

“I overheard your conversation with Sam earlier, you saying that it wouldn’t have been that bad if we had stayed in the alternative universe.” You confessed. “I wouldn’t have disliked it either.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile as he heard what you were saying. He looked at you in the eye as he got closer to you, leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back as soon as you felt his lips on top of yours, feeling as nervous as you thought you would ever be in a situation like this one.

“I told you not to fall in love with me.” Dean smirked as he pulled away.

“Shut up, idiot.” You hushed him as you kissed him once more.

#Dean Winchester #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean Winchester x you #Dean Winchester imagine #Dean Winchester one shot #Supernatural #Supernatural imagine #Supernatural one shot #SPN #spn one shot #spn imagine #Jensen #Jensen Ackles #Jensen Ackles x reader #Jensen Ackles x you #Jensen Ackles imagine #Jensen Ackles one shot #the french mistake

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dimples-of-discontent · 5 years

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Thoughts on “Destiel is Real.”

So, I’ve been relatively scarce of late (except for when I went bonkers with reblogging deadly Cockles content...which I think I blacked out from b/c it was like being waaayyyy too high and it’s all their fault) because, if y’all don’t know, I have stage 4 breast cancer and am in chemo. I’m tolerating it really well but it takes a surprising amount of time, actually, especially since I’m still working 80% time and also living alone so doing house stuff etc.

This is all to say that I’m weighing in on things belatedly a lot. Like, I do still want to analyze the Cockles JIB panel as a whole b/c, oh my, was there a lot there. But today I will settle for this piece of it. I apologize if this is reduplicating what smart folks said elsewhere right when it happened. I was also off Twitter to avoid having it bring me down so I might just be really unaware. But as soon as this moment happened I was like, “oh man we’re gonna argue about this for like 84 years.” So here’s my small contribution on what this reminded me of.

To me, listening to Jensen and watching him engage the crowd, inspired a lot of anxiety b/c it did definitely seem like he was pissed off. I just couldn’t tell with what or who, especially given firsthand context from some folks in the room like @bluestar86 who wrote this account: https://twitter.com/bluestar861/status/1130255687290937344?s=21 about the general positivity Jensen and Misha had shown earlier (which is why Misha mentioned the shirt) and how the energy in the room was almost entirely positive. I totally believe that. But it didn’t reconcile easily with what I felt I saw from Jensen.

Until I remembered SDCC 2011. The one where Misha had been fired and all of them knew but none of the fans do. I wrote a long meta on that panel that I’m actually super happy with so maybe check it out? Anyway, this is how I described some of the dynamics:

The way everyone is sitting at this table isolates Sera and the body language from Jared and Jensen is openly hostile. Jensen especially pushes himself as far away as possible, defensively crosses his arms, leans away, doesn’t make any eye contact. Jared is also pissed and is functionally shielding Misha with his body while he does the first Cas question. Both of them are very protective and Jensen is more than a little hostile. They also both keep egging the audience on in their love for Cas/Misha, as when Jensen shouts “YEAH!” in affirmation of audience shrieks about the character. They want to show Sera what a piss poor decision it was to take Misha away from the fans…and from them. Whatever else you see happening these are some amazing friends.

So, we had a remarkably angry Jensen at this panel and he was angry specifically because the network had made what he considered--both professionally and personally--to be a fucking terrible decision. But he couldn’t say that. He’s got NDAs and stuff to worry about. So instead he settled, among other things, from egging the audience on to show how much they loved and wanted more Castiel.

Now I’m not saying the correlation is 1-1 with Destiel. But I am suggesting a thought experiment where something similar could be going on. And by “something similar” I mean “Jensen has inside knowledge about a thing the network has decided that he thinks is fucking stupid and that will hurt the fandom.” Like, oh for example, they’re not moving Destiel out of the subtext.

Additional fuel for this fire. Many have speculated that it’s network president Mark Pedowitz who’s the blocker. Jensen, earlier in the panel, asks the audience to applaud Pedowitz. That’s weird and he’s never done it before. True, Jared was talking about how Pedowitz says that they set examples for other shows and that Pedowitz is complimenting them on it so it was at least that in part. But Jensen is MASTERFUL at throwing shade while appearing to be doing the correct, professional thing. Witness his comments about Bob Singer and last year’s S13 finale. He’s done it with Eugenie and Sera too and probably others I don’t know about. Having the audience applaud Pedowitz if he knows something negative about Pedowitz--something the audience won’t like and that will actively hurt many of them--has a major bite of irony that I feel Jensen is perfectly capable of trying to engineer. (Or maybe there hasn’t been a final decision but he knows it doesn’t look good and why. Don’t lose hope! This is just speculation and a thought experiment.)

I’m going to put the JIB analysis under a cut, since it’s long and has lots of images. It ends with “The most similar behavior I saw was Jensen angrily getting the audience to cheer for something, even doing the same hand-raising gesture. In 2011 it was Castiel (”Go on! Show Sera how much you love the character she killled!”) and this time it was Destiel (”Go on! Show the network how much you love the ship they won’t textualize!”). That’s what made me think, initially, that he may know something about plans for Destiel that a) makes him mad, b) that he considers a bad decision by the network, c) that he thinks that audience will be hurt by.”

Anyway,

If you watch the JIB panel (starting about 12 mins in) you see, first, that Jensen wants Misha not to bring it up. He raises his hand at Misha which I first thought was him being like “shhhhhh don’t bring that up!” but which on repeat viewing I think was him actually just trying to get Misha to shut up so he could literally try to understand what she was saying. Once the audience reacts to Misha’s comment these are their faces:

Jared is absolutely looking at Misha like, “dude, why did you have to go and do that? You just threw a live grenade onstage.” Jensen is hamming it up gesturing at the audience to scream louder.

Jared changes his face to “well, when you’re right, you’re right! What are you gonna do.”

Here’s Jensen. He’s looking grumpy. Now, is it fake grumpy, a recognized and favored persona that he has. Or is it actually grumpy? Or is it both”

I think it’s both. But I also think he looks sad. And concerned. Like, on behalf of the audience not for him. Now you can say I’m projecting if you want--this is all total rampant speculation--but look at his eyes. I think he’s upset that he has to talk about this at all (since he knows a little about the fandom conflict it sets off) but there’s something else.

He pauses for a good, long time looking at the audience responding. And according to Saz and others the response was HUGELY POSITIVE! So why does he then announce into the mic with a grumpy fake laugh and what I honestly have to call sarcasm, “Destiel is real!”

Note that Misha is not worried by this. If Jensen were actually legitimately furious I think Misha would look a little worried. But instead he looks amused and curious about where this is going.

This is Jensen asking “Is it?” for the first time. He looks intentionally confused - that’s the bit he’s doing.

Here’s Jensen after the audience starts to audibly yell “Nooooo!!” His face says “WHAAAAAAT!?”

People then yell “yes” to drown them out and he asks, “Where?”

Second “where?”. Maybe he’s trying to get them to say “subtext” - a word the cast has great familiarity with and which was used in “Fan Fiction” and which they can joke around a lot about. That’s my guess. Maybe he has a subtext joke set up he wants to do with Misha. (Remember his tweet to Misha during “Fan Fiction: “you keep your subtext to yourself. I’m not that kind of girl. Wait...”)

They don’t - at least not clearly. Someone in the front row says, “Nowhere.” Misha says, “Help” (after mouthing something at someone in the audience that is probably “I’m sorry about this.” Jensen checks on Misha BUT disregards the fact that he’s looking over at the question-asker (who didn’t even ASK a Destiel question, just wear a shirt she liked) and asks “Where?” AGAIN.

Misha then takes things in hand and reaches out to tell Jensen, “don’t get into a fight with these people.” Jared is making a “Yikes!” face at the person in the first row who is continually yelling “Nowhere!”.

Jensen does sit down, but he’s mad. He’s really tense and it takes him a while to shake it off.

Who’s he tense with? The most obvious answer is the audience but let’s consider a couple things. 1) The audience was giving a mixed answer, including and sometimes more loudly the “Nowhere!” that you would think Jensen would want to hear IF he were angry/tense about the “Destiel is real” shirt or the audience’s support of it. 2) He was demanding consensus and an answer to where it was real EITHER to have them say “nowhere”--which they did so why not just stop?--OR to get them to say something like “subtext” to lead them into either a question or a bit about it.

So why keep pushing? Hoping to change the answer? Hoping to find consensus? Or maybe just hoping to get them to make a lot of noise about it for a long time (at which he succeeded). Now, Jensen is famously inconsistent about Destiel and also famously different onstage, especially for J2 audiences...though this, the most Holy Gay panel of all the panels, isn’t a place he’d shy away from, e.g. “What would Dean and Cas do on a trip to Rome? Everything I think of right now is inappropriate.”

Which brings us back to “who’s he tense with”? Could it be only part of the audience? Which part? The part yelling “nowhere” or the part yelling whatever positive things they were yelling? I’m going to hypothesize, based on a LOT of other stuff that I’ve written about, that he’s annoyed with the negative folks spoiling it for everyone with their “nowheres” and is trying to get the positive folks to drown them out and give him a good answer he can run with.

The fact that nothing coherent emerges is actually what gets him annoyed. And, by extension, the volume and persistence of that small part of the audience, which lets people like Pedowitz shoot down the idea of textual Destiel as something the viewers “don’t want,” annoys the living shit out of him because he sees the viewers all the time and knows that a majority of them either are ok with or actively want textual Destiel. I imagine him thinking something along the lines of, “Why can’t these nice people just have what they want? It’s b/c of assholes like you.”

He definitely lets his emotions get the better of him. He was already not in the best place, thanks to circumstances I hope to write about later but which boil down to having his special panel with Misha (that he was visibly psyched for from the moment he got onstage, “I always have so much fun with you!”) taken away because he got some awkward wood from being choked and straddled. So with that grumpiness he was primed not to make the best decisions. He gets aggressive and confrontational when he’s pissed, which is a thing I don’t love about him, even though it’s very easy to see why, and maybe this was just his battleground of choice.

To get back to the thought experiment about whether this is like SDCC 2011, though, I think it could be. I think it’s far more complex, given all the discourse surrounding Destiel and Jensen’s own sexuality. (Here’s a post I wrote in response to a question about Jensen and Destiel and bi!Dean that asked whether I thought he experienced them as about himself and Misha.) It’s tough, b/c each piece of evidence could go both ways (ha). Either mentioning Pedowitz for applause is excellent shade or total sincerity. Either Jensen is mad at the pro-Destiel audience and trying to get them to admit that they’re wrong, or he’s mad at the antis and trying to get them drowned out.

The most similar behavior I saw was Jensen angrily getting the audience to cheer for something, even doing the same hand-raising gesture. In 2011 it was Castiel (”Go on! Show Sera how much you love the character she killled!”) and this time it was Destiel (”Go on! Show the network how much you love the ship they won’t textualize!”). That’s what made me think, initially, that he may know something about plans for Destiel that a) makes him mad, b) that he considers a bad decision by the network, c) that he thinks that audience will be hurt by.

Given his shift in attitude overall and the mood of the room as described by attendees, it seems plausible to me that his engagement was a performance, using the audience, of what it is the viewers ACTUALLY want. But it could also just have been a grouchy Jensen taking it out on an old, familiar punching bag - the topic he never wants to discuss onstage - Destiel.

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this-is-a-podcast-fanblog · 5 years

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I wasn’t gonna just find out about Cecil’s engagement ring and not do anything with that information.

Here’s the post if anyone’s not sure what I’m talking about. Fanfic under the cut.

Carlos isn’t sure what engagement customs are like in Night Vale, so he asks Janice on one of the weekends while she’s over at their house.

“Oh, it’s just like everywhere else, I think, just a ring, and you go down on one knee, and - OH MY GOD UNCLE CARLOS ARE YOU GOING TO PROPOSE TO UNCLE CECIL?”

“Shh!” Carlos exclaims, glancing back through the screen door from the porch. Cecil is in the kitchen, making dinner, with his cat-ear headphones on; judging from how he’s dancing, his music is probably turned up too loud to hear. He’s so cute.

“Sorry!” Janice leans closer, conspiratorially. Her eyes glitter. “But wait, are you? Are you going to propose to Uncle Cecil?!”

“Yes.”

Janice shrieks, wheels her chair forward to where he’s sitting, and throws her arms around his waist. “Oh my god! Oh my god, Uncle Carlos!!!! I’m so excited! Have you bought a ring yet? Have you decided when you’re gonna ask him?”

“Not yet.” Carlos glances back into the house. Cecil is spinning around to whatever music it is he’s got on; his pink fishnet skirt swishes over distressed neon yellow tights. When he sees Carlos he grins and then goes back to dancing. “I want everything to be perfect, you know? And I know, scientifically speaking, nothing can ever be perfect, because life has so many variables, and so by that logic no engagement ring can be perfect, because engagement rings are made out of metal and minerals and honestly? Minerals are very unpredictable, as elements go. But I would like it to be almost perfect.”

Janice nods understandingly. “Well, maybe I could help you. He’s covering the morning show tomorrow, right? We can tell him you’re taking the day off work to bring me to the mall. We can say I need new sports gear”

“You didn’t mention that you wanted new sports gear.”

“No, I’m sorry. That would be our ruse. We’d really be going to buy a ring.”

“Oh!” Carlos nods. “Yes, okay, that makes sense.”

And they do their niece/uncle secret handshake, the one they’ve been perfecting for months now, even though, scientifically speaking, nothing can ever be perfect.

The Night Vale Mall has three fine jewelry shops: Jared’s, Kay’s, and Renaldo’s. The owner of Jared’s, who is named Yuzuki, shows them fifteen different rings, but Janice shakes her head at all of them. “These are too plain,” she says as she wheels aggressively through the aisles of display cases. “Uncle Cecil is not plain.”

“He’s really not,” Carlos agrees. Just this morning Cecil left for work in a black jumpsuit, white pinstripe pattern belt, and matching green beret and combat boots, with rainbow lipstick. “This is fashion, honey,” he’d said.

The owner of Kay’s, who is named Paul, offers Janice and Carlos a suspicious looking red drink from a vial. It turns out that the Kay’s had been renovated so that it was now a meeting place for a new blood cult.

They finally find a ring at Renaldo’s, where the owner, Katherine, suggests a specialty cut diamond shaped like a beaker. “Because that’s your thing, right?” they smiles. “You’re a scientist? I listen to your boyfriend’s show every day. This one is somewhat expensive, though.”

“That’s okay,” says Carlos.

“Money is no object,” adds Janice.

“Well, technically, money is an object, because in its physical form money is formed out of matter, and matter is -”

“Do you want to add engraving, Uncle Carlos?” Janice suggests, throwing him off of his scientific explanation. He decided that yes, he did want engraving.

Katherine designs a prototype on their computer and shows it to the two, saying that the ring would be ready to pick up in two weeks. Carlos watches nervously as Janice snaps a picture. “Doesn’t Cecil follow your Instagram?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m posting this on my Finsta.”

“Your what?”

“My Finsta. You know, you have your Rinsta, which is your normal account, and then you have your Finsta, which is your more secret one for friends, and then you have your Ginsta, where you post visual sacrifices to the various gods.”

“Oh.” He’s still not sure, but she assures him that Cecil won’t see the picture. She captions it, “Took my uncle shopping”, with the wedding ring emoji, the winky face emoji, and then the radio star emoji, which is a gravestone that reads “killed by video”.

Cecil may not have seen the picture, but by the end of the week it seems like everyone else in town has. When he buys coffee in the morning, the barista winks and asks, “Sooo, any updates yet?” and pumps her eyebrows in rhythm with pumping syrup into his latte. When they go for walks, he notices people concealed in the bushes with binoculars looking at Cecil’s left hand. In the middle of the night when he gets up to go to the bathroom, there’s a note taped to the front of his shower curtain written in blood that reads, “Hey, if you’re looking for a romantic place to propose, I’ll give you a 15% discount. -Gino.”

As always, though, Cecil seems totally oblivious. “Hey, look at that!” he says, pointing to the sky where a secret police plane has written, “PROPOSE TO HIM ALREADY”. “Sheriff Sam is trying to help someone propose! Aw, that’s so sweet. Sam always has our town’s best interests at heart, huh?”

“They sure do,” says Carlos, sweating.

The town continues to drop hints - dropping them on his front lawn, out of the sky when he goes outside, and one day one falls from the ceiling and lands on his head while he’s braiding his hair. “I get it, Faceless Old Woman,” Carlos grumbles. “The ring hasn’t come in yet.”

“I am eager to attend your wedding,” hisses a voice from the shadows. “I will steal an exceptional bottle of wine for you as a gift.”

Finally, finally, he gets a text that the ring has come in to Renaldo’s for him to pick up. He’s not quite sure how he’s going to propose, but he thinks that once he has the ring, some inspiration might strike him.

Cecil’s show starts at four o’clock. He’s anxious about the broadcast today, since developments with the most recent town-threatening entity have been escalating. “It’s important that I update the town,” he says.

“It’s also important that you keep yourself safe,” Carlos tells him as he fixes the crooked bow tie around Cecil’s neck. It has a pattern of slices of pizza dancing with french fries. “I want you home tonight. Please don’t get hurt.”

“I’ll be careful, bunny. I always am.”

You never are, Carlos thinks, but he just says, “Okay, babe. I love you.” He kisses Cecil’s forehead.

He drives over to pick up the ring. It comes in a little velvet box that fits perfectly into the pocket of his labcoat. He chooses purple for the box color - it’s Cecil’s favorite. The ring looks even better in person than it did on the model, with the fractal diamonds glinting in light. He admires it for a moment before snapping the box shut and sliding it into his pocket. “It’s perfect,” he tells Katharine. “Thanks so much.”

“Best of luck!” they exclaim.

He doesn’t think he’s going to propose tonight, but just in case, he goes home early and makes a nice dinner. Time passes as time always passes in Night Vale - slowly and quickly and strangely. He finishes dinner, but since he’s not sure when Cecil’s going to be home, he turns on the radio to see where he is in the broadcast.

There’s nothing. Just static.

Panic wells in his throat. He rushes to the counter and yanks his phone off the charger, goes to his contacts list with trembling fingers. Cecil’s number goes straight to voicemail. He tries the radio station’s phone number, and that goes through, but all he hears on the other side are dull crashes and distant roaring.

“Cecil? Cecil, are you there? Cecil!”

Nothing.

He’s shaking now, trembling from head to foot, and he knows he can’t drive in this state, but he’s rushing to the door anyway, grabbing his labcoat off the back of the chair. Cecil has to be okay, he has to be, he -

The door flies open from the other side and Cecil stumbles in. He’s covered in dust, his bowtie is askew, and there’s a reddish-brown stain along his bare side under his crop top. Which is soaked in that same color.

“Sweetie!” Carlos shrieks. He grabs Cecil in his arms fretting over the injury. “How are you hurt? Oh no, where did I put the rubbing alcohol? Are you hurt somewhere else?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Cecil catches Carlos’s face. “Honey. Carlos. Breathe, you’re hyperventilating.”

“I was - I was so worried about you -” Carlos sobs and hugs Cecil tight. “Fuck, Cece, don’t ever do that again!”

“I’m sorry!” Cecil hugs him back. “This isn’t blood. We had a false alarm on that recent threat and Station Management came out of their office. I spilled my strawberry-banana-spinach-passionfruit-cherry smoothie in fear, though.”

“Oh my god.” Carlos buries his face in Cecil’s neck. “What would I do without you?” Many people, in this case, would say “What am I going to do with you?” and say this in a subtle way of not communicating what they are actually trying to communicate - which is that they do not want to be without the other person. Carlos doesn’t like indirect communication, so he says, “What would I do without you?”

“Well, you’ll never have to be without me! Oh, and Carlos?” Cecil pulls back from the hug a little. “Do you think we can get the smoothie out of my crop top?”

Carlos laughs. A small sob comes out, too, one that was in the back of his throat. “Yes, baby, I think we can get the smoothie out of your crop top.”

Those first few words stick in his head, though. You’ll never have to be without me.

He can feel the weight of engagement ring in his pocket. He thinks he might be taking it out of that pocket soon.

#i've wanted to write a fic about carlos's proposal for SO LONG #i really hope you liked it #welcome to night vale #carlos the scientist #cecil palmer #cecilos #janice palmer #podcasts #fanfiction

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angelkurenai · 5 years

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Imagine dating Jeffrey in secret for some time and announcing you got engaged only to break Jensen’s heart, who is your best friend and was always in love with you.

“I've seen your red door and I want it painted black. No colours any more, I want them to turn black. I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes. I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.” the second you hit the high note the crowd erupted into cheers, your friends and family clapping for you.

And of course, as expected, no sooner had the song ended than your best friend was the first ne to stand up and clap for you. The wide and bright grin on his face had always felt intoxicating and you instantly felt your smile getting bigger as well. He would always and forever insist he was your number one fan and you always believed him. Especially when you saw such pride and excitement in his eyes. You giggled when he whistled and cheered, you were sure, louder than everyone else. Your big brother soon followed suit and soon everyone one was standing up and cheering even more loudly for you.

You've been doing this for years, you'd performed in front of the most famous and important people in the industry and millions of fans all around the world. Held plenty of performances in stages that you needed a good ten minutes to walk from one side to the other. Yet, somehow, standing on this small stage in front of the Supernatural cast and crew, performing for the celebration of the 300th episode, eyes locked with people that you've lived so much with, gave you so many more feelings; you could barely hold back your tears. It felt like you'd lived this through with them, all of theseyears, and you couldn't be more proud and touched to be in that stage at the moment. You looked at all of them, cheeks hurting from all the smiling.

Your eyes lingered on one man in particular, the man who could make your heart skip beats like nobody else, before you brought the mic close to your lips again “Thank you, thank you all so much! It's always one of the best things of my day to be around all of you. Well, all of you except my brother.” you pointed at the tall, so very tall, brunette who rolled his eyes at you “Gen, I'll always believe you're a hero for putting up with him for so long, I know I couldn't when were younger! Lucifer's vessel indeed and I- Hey!” you exclaimed and giggled when he threw a napkin at you from his table which was the closest to the stage.

“You know you love me, just admit it!” Jared said loud enough for you and most of the people around to hear “I gave you the best piggybacks and made your favorite cookies!”

“Sorry to ruin it to you big bro, but they were kinda, nearly, entirely terrible!” your words earned soft laughter from Jared's coworkers “I only ate them because I didn't wanna make you feel bad about it. But boy does your cooking suck! Plus, don't let me get started with all the neck problems I had from having to look up at you all the time.”

You could see your brother was trying to hold back his laughter and pretend to be offended, narrowing his eyes at you, not that he really could while Jensen and even Gen were laughing next to him and holding his stomach.

“And before you get to say “But you're on the set practically ever day!” let me point out-” you paused when everyone laughed “It's only for Jensen! He was my best friend before he became yours, mind you.” you said with a smirk, making Jensen's smile only get bigger. You could see the pride on his face as he said something to Jared you couldn't hear, his smile spreading even wider.

Your brother pretended to be mad but in fact nobody was surprised even in the least bit. They knew how close you and Jensen were, sometimes your brother would even tease you by pointing out how he spent more time with you than him – and it was true – from the first moment you met, about 14 years ago. You saw Jared scoff and brush him off with a couple words and you chuckled.

“I can't hear what he's saying but I don't think I want to either.” you narrowed your own eyes at him, everyone around you laughing.

“Don't pay attention to him, he's just jealous you love me more!” Jensen said loud enough for you to head, the brightsmile not leaving his lips and only making yours even wider. He always had this effect on you and you couldn't be more thankful for having him in your life. And as you saw your brother scoff, ready to retort but you beat them at it.

“Alright alright, how 'bout we just accept that I love both my brothers very much and am only teasing you?” you said with a smile and instantly saw the grumpy look fade from Jared's face. Mostly because it was impossible for him to hold back how happy those words made him. Maybe even relieved, but you didn't know that. His face calmed down and soon a wide smile had spread. You didn't notice how his shoulders relaxed just like you missed the way Jensen's smile fluttered. The only thing you could comprehend was how it was the first time you admitted Jensen was actual family to you as much as Jared and were probably making him emotional at the moment.

Probably. But in reality it wasn't even close, in fact the exact opposite.

“Now-” you cleared your throat “I know we had agreed to keep this a secret for just a bit longer but I tried for as long as I could Andrew and I seriously can't hold it back anymore. Especially as I take a look at Jared and Jensen at this moment... I know it's gonna be the most fun filming season 15 with these dorks!”

No sooner had the words left your lips that everyone around you was breaking into cheers, clapping louder than you'd ever heard. Your brother probably on top of all, making a grin form on your lips. You couldn't help but glance once more at your best friend. He saw things differently, understood you deeper – at least the grown woman you'd become because Jared still saw you as a little girl, his baby sister. There was a deeper understanding that sometimes you couldn't find the words to explain in the first place. Seeing the smile on Jensen's face, pure joy shining brightly in his eyes, gave you a bit more confidence and reassurance, especially as they both made their way up to the stage to you. A small squeak left your lips when they came to give you warm hugs.

With your brother being first and Jensen playfully pushing him off you, both incredibly huge compared to you that they knocked the air out of yours lungs. Not that you minded, you loved their hugs far too much, especially Jensen's who kissed your temple fondly. You didn't even notice how his arms lingered around yours for a bit longer than needed but it was probably because you held onto him a bit longer too.

When you both pulled away you had ridiculously big grins on as he whispered fondly “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

It was a soft unspoken agreement that whenever he saw you on set he'd welcome you in that way, as if with the two of them there – in the very place you'd met him – it was always going to be your home. Especially after you were gone for months on tour. You felt him give you a squeeze and smiled more, before turning to look back at the rest of the cast and crew. Mostly willing yourself to not get lost in his eyes and forget about everyone around you, the way only he could do that to you.

“Alright-” you spoke into your microphone “You know, I'm more surprised than you guys about this. How I even said yes to the role, even though I know for sure that working with these two assholes is going to be living hell, is beyond me.” you chuckled when the two of them snickered next to you, even if they tried to pretend to be innocent “But I tell you this, Misha and Alex, I hope you're ready to make a new friend. A friend who has a great advantage against these two withplenty of blackmailing stuff on my phone, big bro.” you ended up looking at your brother whose eyes widened.

“Figures she'll play the next big bad.” Jensen mumbled, shaking his head.

“We're so screwed.” he muttered, earing lots of laughs from the people around you.

“Now that you mentioned that-” a fourth, very familiar, voice started speaking and you all turned to look at the man with bright smiles – maybe yours more than anyone else's – as Jeffrey came to stand next to you. Everyone cheered, including Jared and Jensen who made sure to give the man a warm hug, you not missing a beat to follow soon afterwards. It was one of the hardest things of your life to make it quick and not let yourself hold onto him forever. Pulling away you shared a knowing smile, breathing out a soft “Hey” as he gave you a nod and the fastest kiss on the cheek.

“Can't seem to get rid of ya, huh Morgan?” Jensen teased with a chuckle, mostly because besides coming back for the 300th episode, Jeffrey had been around him and Jared outside the set much more than in the past. But truth was that he had actually been around you a whole lot more for a reason they had no idea about, not yet.

Jeffrey's hand stayed on the small of your back, leaving no room for Jensen's especially when the first pulled you closer to himself. Jensen cleared his throat but didn't let his smile fade, especially in front of everybody, and not over something so small. At least to most people, because for Jensen it wasn't. It might have been a subtle move but his body – and even more heart – ached for that kind of contact. Not that he could ever admit that to anyone or even himself.

Jeff chuckled but he went along with it “Careful there son-” he smirked “I'm coming back from a zombie apocalypse, got new tricks up my sleeve.”

Jared laughed “This will be one hell of a year, I know it. John Winchester's back in town and (Y/f/n) Padalecki's after us? Certainly very interesting year!”

Oh he had no idea.

“Now that you brought that up uh-” Jeffrey licked his lips charming smile on them, arm still around your waist, and his hand gave you a comforting squeeze as you held your breath “I think I had something to say about it, what was it? Ah yes-” he looked at them “As John Winchester and Mr Morgan I tell you this: Boys, if you dare come after and kill future Mrs Morgan, I'm gonna rise from the dead and kick your asses!”

It didn't even take a split second for everyone around you to erupt into the loudest cheers you'd ever heard. Your eyes all the time were glued on your brother, your nerves getting the best of you and your heart literally hammering inside your chest so hard you were scared it would beat out. You fidgeted with your engagement ring which you got only a couple days prior after Jeffrey's proposal. You held your breath, waiting for your brother's reaction. Not even your fiance holding you close was enough to calm you down because of how much you valued Jared's opinion and even more approval at the moment.

“Wh-what?” his eyes widened and you could see the true surprise and even shock on his face. You prayed it wasn't in the bad way. You had kept your relationship a secret for very long and the proposal came before you could realize it, just like the yes from your lips, but you couldn't hide it anymore for sure.

“Surprise?” you tried, but it came out a bit weak. You glanced at Jeffrey who gave you a comforting smile before you hurried to look back at your brother.

“You- you two are-” he blinked, motioning between the two of you before a smile slowly grew on his lips and a heart-warming laugh left “About freakin' time!”

It all happened so fast you didn't even have time to process it, but you were sure you could see your brother smiling, hearing him laugh – almost in relief and for that you had no idea – and hugging both you and then Jeffrey “Welcome to the family man!”

“A-about time?” you said, laughing a bit shakily, unable to comprehend what was happening. He was really taking it a lot better than you expected, he even seemed excited and happy for reasons you didn't get.

“You know, all this sexual tension was seriously not subtle and it was making me sick having to be in the middle of all of it. Plus, now you're all his and out of my hair for good!” he teased affectionately and you finally broke into a grin.

“Whatever. You know you're gonna cry at my wedding.” you giggled and he kissed your cheek, hugging you warmly the way he did ever since you were kids.

“I know I will, pumpkin.” he whispered affectionately “But I'm so happy for you.”

Another sigh of relief left your lips before you could even realize it. You wanted to tell him so many things but it didn't seem enough, not at the moment. You simply gave him the warmest smile you could and he a nod, as you both mutually understood that there would be lots of talking about it later. Right now your instincts told you to look for those green eyes you loved just as much as the man himself, the man whose approval you really needed.

You turned around to face Jensen with a hopeful smile on your lips, only to have it flutter when you noticed that the shocked expression on his face had not faded and was in fact less happy than your brother's previous one. It got you worried, making your stomach tie in knots. This was not the reaction you expected, nor the one you wanted. But why you got it, you had no idea, nor could ever imagine. No words could even describe how important he was to you or why, so seeing this look of almost pain about something that concerned your love life and future, took away from your happiness.

“Jens?” you whispered softly, approaching, eyes pleading “Is everything ok? Are you-” you fidgeted with your fingers “Are you not happy for me?”

His lips parted but the words got stuck in his throat because they'd be such a big lie. He should say yes, he should pretend he was excited even, but when his heart felt like it was crashed into a million pieces there was no strength in him to keep pretending. He would never be truly happy, not really, after this and after losing you to Jeff. And a shared look with Jared verified that he knew it too.

Only you could never really know. “Ye-yeah”

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Married per accident – Part 8

Summary: After her fiancée cheated on her the reader meets a hot stranger in a bar and get married. She’s got not clue that he is Jensen Ackles.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, unnamed ex fiancée

Warnings: drunken marriage, sad reader, break-up (kinda), pregnant reader, cheating (not really), angst, language, arguments

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A few months later...

Today you are married to Jensen for eight months. It still feels like a dream. Smiling you look at the picture of you and him at the SPN set. Misha took it for you.

Back in your mind, a tiny voice tries to scream at you. He never said he wants a second wedding again. If you recall right it was after he got that call some months ago he stopped talking about marrying you again.

Maybe he changed his mind? Fear is creeping in your thoughts. What if he changed his mind?

You’re hopeless and helpless in love with him. You can’t imagine a life without him anymore.

Looking in the mirror you check your outfit for the CW party again. Gen will drive you to the party as Jared and Jensen are already there to discuss the new season with the studio.

The long black dress fits you perfect, the black heels and the tiny clutch match the dress.

Before you can leave the bedroom you hear your phone vibrating. Looking at the display you can see it's your gynecologist. Wondering why she calls you, you answer the call.

Taking place on the bed you can’t believe what she tells you, that’s not possible. Hanging up the phone you don’t know if you want to cry or dance around the room.

“You ready?” Gen asks. Seeing your pale face she rushes to your side. “What happened?”

“I’m pregnant. I don’t know how this could happen, I’m on birth control.” You sob.

“Hey, Jensen loves kids. He’ll be happy.”

“I’m not sure about it. He’s different since awhile. I guess I’m not what he wants…I…”

“Come on we go to the party and you can tell him later. I stay at your side if you want me to.”

“Okay. Thank you.” You smile at her.

3 hours later

The party is nice but too crowded. Jensen spends the whole time talking to people while you try to find someone you know. Except for Jared, Gen and Misha there's no one you really know.

Cliff is busy talking to Richard and you don’t want to disturb them. Misha dances with his wife and Jared well he smiles at Gen the whole time, holding her hand.

Sighing you decline another offer for champagne. Knowing you can’t drink while being pregnant.

After another half an hour of boredom, you see your husband talking to a woman. Maybe you can finally spend some time with him?

Smiling at Jensen you stand next to him. Trying to greet the foreign woman you hold out your hand but she doesn’t react.

“You know Jay if you wanted to get me back by getting jealous you could’ve chosen your consolidation prize wiser.” The woman says without looking at you.

“Consolidation prize?” You ask.

“Oh, she can talk? Well, he tried to get me back for months after I ended our engagement. So this was his last try to win me over again and it worked.” She snaps at you and you’ve got the feeling someone just pulled the carpet under your feet.

With watering eyes you storm out of the building without looking back. Storming after you Jared and Gen are calling your name.

“Did you know? That I’m just a consolidation prize? That he used me to get her back?” You sob.

“What? No way, he loves you,” Jared says.

“And why is it you and Gen coming after me, not him?”

“I…he…”

“Don’t worry tell him I’m going to sign an annulment. He can marry her and my baby…I can raise it alone.”

Storming back into the building Jared grunts and curses. Gen never saw Jared so furious.

“Where is he?” Jared yells.

“He left the party to find, Y/N.” Misha answers.

“Impossible! Gen and I were outside with her. He wasn’t.”

“Jare? Where’s Y/N? I was looking for everywhere in the building,” Jensen winces.

“Not your problem anymore, just like your baby. Great job! You hurt the only woman which loved you unconditionally to get that bitch back. The bitch which left you for someone else,” Jared yells.

“Really? What about you? You gave her lovey-dovey looks the whole time. Did you think I don’t see how you look at my wife?” Jensen yells back.

“Yes, I like her! But not that way! She reminds me of a little sister. The only woman I love is Gen!” Jared yells.

“You still love me?” Gen asks shocked.

“Yeah, sorry…I just.”

"I love you too," Gen admits. "But now we need to find Y/N.”

“Good idea.”

“I didn’t use her to get my ex back! I swear! She didn’t stop calling me and I thought about the past we spend together. But I only love Y/N. I just wanted to be sure and tonight I told her she needs to stop contacting me as I love my wife. Please, I need to find her.”

"Well, I would look at your house first. She needs her belongings." Gen suggests.

“Wait, did you say baby?” Jensen asks eyes widen. Suddenly realizing what Jared just said.

“Yes, her doctor called Y/N before we came to the party. She’s pregnant; she was desperate hours ago, thinking you don’t want her anymore. Now I see she was right. Let’s find her Jared.”

Walking silently back into the building you ignore your husband discussing with Jared and Gen.

“Y/N! You’re still here!” Jensen calls after you smiling.

“Only as I forgot my jacket," you snap at him. Wiping away the tears you want to get your jacket only to bump into Jensen's ex.

“Won’t you come back, Jay? We could dance.” She says.

“Go ahead Jay; you’re free to fuck whomever you want to,” you sob.

Getting your jacket you see Misha and Cliff looking worried into your direction. Ignoring the tears streaming down your face you turn to leave.

“Baby wait, it’s not what it looked like!” Jensen pleas.

“You’re hiding your phone from me for months. For months she’s calling and texting you – right? And now you’re telling me it’s not what it looks like?”

“Please, I love you. I swear I never talked to her. I blocked her number.”

“You don’t want me, I get it. I never was good enough for you. Just a plain Jane. Should’ve never fallen in love with you,” you whisper.

“You love me?”

“Of course I love you, why should I stay married to someone I don’t love? Oh yeah, to get my ex back.” You sob.

“Y/N, I love you too. She means nothing to me. I’m sorry; I had doubts, that’s true. I was with her for 5 years and we two barely knew each other. But I swear I was never happier than with you.”

“No, I don’t belong to you. Never did…just arrange the annulment and I’ll sign it.”

Turning to leave you get stopped by strong arms slung around your waist. Holding you tight against his chest Jensen tries to find a way to make you stay.

"I swear I love you. The reason I hid my phone was…I arranged a second wedding. My mom and sister helped me. I wanted to surprise you…please, I love you and our baby."

“You know?” You ask panicked.

“Jared yelled at me and he kinda blurred out the news.”

“Oh…I see.”

“You were afraid to tell me?” Jensen asks softly.

“You don’t want me. Why would you want me pregnant?”

“I love you, please. Let’s drive home and call my family. They will tell you what I said is true. Please don’t leave me. I can’t live without you.”

“Did you have sex with her?” You whisper.

“No, Baby no. She called me after she saw the pictures from the convention. I told her to leave me alone. For a while she didn’t call. The woman calling while I was away, that was her. Since she heard your voice she didn’t stop calling me. I had to block her number. Tonight I told her she needs to stop her behavior. That I only love you."

“And I shall believe you?” You sob.

“Please Y/N, I do whatever you want but don’t leave me.”

“Do you want her back?”

"No, I swear it's over. It's over since she left me for another man. With you everything is different, with you I feel loved. I never had the feeling with her.”

“What do you want Jensen?”

“You, only you. What do you want?” He asks shyly.

“I want my baby…”

“…oh…”

“…and you Jay…”

Part IX

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arazialotis · 5 years

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Give It Time - Part 1

Pairing: Eventual DeanxReader, SamxReader

Word Count: Around 3300

Summary: Months have gone by since the boys lost their beloved Y/N to Zachariah. She was transported to another world. That’s all they had to go on. But now that Y/N has been returned, she struggles to recall any memories of her past with the Winchesters, and the ones she does remember seem to conflict with reality.

Warnings: Language

Beta’d by the wonderful and lovely @misguidedconqueress

For me, this is just a hobby, coping skill, and a way to get silly fantasies out of my head. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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Conventions were not really your thing, ever. You couldn’t stand the crowds, the mix of emotions, spending copious amounts of money only to spend a few seconds with your celebrity crush. And yet, you were drawn to them over and over. Each time going bigger, just to get closer to him. To spend a few more precious moments. Hoping to build a stronger connection that you knew was one sided.

This weekend you rode the high, knowing soon it was soon to come crashing down. Only a few hours left to go as you waited in line for autographs. You held your photo of Jensen close, eagerly anticipating to see him again. Yet you were currently in line for Jared. Honestly, you had no idea what you were going to have him sign. Perhaps, just saying hi would be enough. Letting him know how much ‘Always Keep Fighting’ meant to you.

You rounded the corner, a line of fans still in your way. It was the first time you had seen Jared this close up. He was sitting down, signing and engaging fans. He was bright and bubbly; full of excitement and energy. That was until he saw you. Jared was scanning the upcoming fans, mentally preparing for what was coming. His positive persona dropped with the expression of his face.

“Y/N?” He stood up as he spoke your name.

Your heart dropped, utterly confused in the moment, panicking yet crying out feeling like part of you was discovered. He jumped the table and ran to you, embracing you in his strong arms. Fans, staff, and you all shared the same bewilderment.

“I thought I’d lost you forever.” He whispered, holding you back to get a better look at you. The expression on your face tipped him off. “You don’t remember?” His brow furrowed.

You paused at a lost for words. You chuckled to cover up your concern. “Is this like punked, or something?”

You saw his heart break in his eyes. “Um, uh… will you come with me? I’ll explain everything.” A security staff cautiously approached him. “... Jared?” “No!” He objected and grabbed your hand. “I’ve waited too long for this!” He pulled your hand to follow him. “Trust me.” He whispered to diminish your resistance.

You followed him out of the crowd, trying to avoid looking directly into fans’ phones as they recorded the incident. He brought you down a long hallway, pacing fast but hoping to avoid suspicion from other cast and staff members. He found an open office and pushed the both of you in.

Once behind closed doors he pulled you close once more. “Please, tell me you remember something…”

“Uh… Sorry, I think you may have me confused with someone else.” You pondered.

He shook his head. “Listen, you must think I’m crazy, but I need to bring you back. Maybe then you’ll remember.” “Back to the line?” You questioned as he hastily rummaged through his pockets. Your eyes widened upon the vial of blood he fished out of his pocket. “Oh.. Okay…” You pointed towards the door. “I’m going to go find someone to help us, Jared.”

“I’m not Jared!” He slammed his fist against the desk. He gritted his teeth, realizing how frightened you must be. “It’s me. Sam.”

Your mouth hung open, at a loss for words. Either he was a way better actor than you initially thought, or this had gone past the point of a harmless prank and he had snapped. As he rummaged through the desk you slowly backed towards the door considering making a run for it. He became satisfied with an old ashtray and tossed it up top when he noticed you.

“Hey. Please.” He begged. “Just hear me out is all I’m asking. If this doesn’t work, you can call me crazy or whatever. Five minutes is all I’m asking.”

Your hand let go of the the door knob and you nodded your compliance. Jared snapped the vial open and you cringed as he poured it into the tray. He began chanting some unknown language and but the words were drowned out by the pounding in your chest. You couldn’t believe your eyes as droplets of blood defied gravity, reaching up.

“Castiel…” He called. “I’ve got her.”

He reached out his hand towards you but you were frozen in place. Wind seemed to pick up from nowhere and banging sounded from the other side of the door. He ran over to you and forced you closer to the desk. With a loud crackle and flash of light you were pulled out of the room, through time and space, landing in the bunker.

You couldn’t breath. You gasped for air, every fiber in your being panicking. “Shit!” You screamed. “Jesus fucking…. Fuck!”

Jared, or Sam, or whoever the hell he was, immediately knelt down by your side, supporting you as you went down to your knees. “Hey, it’s okay.” He soothed. “It’s okay. Calm down.”

The one with green eyes, came near you too. “Breathe Y/N.” But when your eyes met his, that was the last thing you could do. In a way, he was identical to Jensen whom you had seen only hours ago, yet at the same time, completely different. Almost, familiar. When he was finally convinced you were at a point no longer a danger to yourself or them, he greeted his brother by slapping him on the shoulder. “Welcome home, Sammy. Job well done.”

Sam searched your face and it was still apparently clear you were lost. He looked at his brother. “She doesn’t remember. To her we are just those douche-bag actors.”

Dean nodded his head and rubbed his hand against his jawline thinking. “You still have some of that herbal crap?” “Above the cereal.” Sam confirmed.

“I’m going to brew her a cup, and uh, Cas. Maybe you could take a peek inside?” Dean suggested, tapping against his temple, before heading to the kitchen.

Sam coaxed you up into a chair and found a blanket to wrap around your shoulders. He tried to keep a respectful distance but you could still feel his lingering gaze on you. Dean quickly returned a few minutes later, with a steaming mug of tea in his hand. His hand lightly grazed your shoulder and you felt a little bit of tension lift.

He took a seat next to you as Castiel approached. He held up his hand signalling for Castiel to wait. “You don’t have to do this Y/N, but you mean a whole lot to me and especially my brother over there.” You grabbed the mug and looked into it as he spoke. “We went through a lot of trouble to get you, and this isn’t a guilt trip by any means, we’d do it all again… ‘cause…” He seemed to be searching for words. “Because you’re family.” He looked at his brother seeking approval of his words.

You looked between him and Cas, shrugging your shoulders. “Yeah, you can read my mind, or whatever you want to do to make yourselves feel better. But I still think you have me confused with the wrong girl.”

Sam shook his head. “I’ve known you better than anyone for the last four years… and there’s no doubt in my mind.” He stared at you longingly.

You pressed your lips together and found Castiel, inviting him forward. He reached out towards you, warning you before making contact. “This may hurt a little.” His index fingers rested against your temples. Both your eyes and his illuminated a light blue glow. You chewed on your lower lip, attempting to stay strong through the stinging sensation running through your mind.

Although Castiel was not finished he began explaining. “Her memories are fragmented but still there… It seems Zachariah did more than simply banish her… he twisted her mind, gave her new memories of the other world…” He stepped back. “It may take a while for her to recover, to shift through reality, but I think she will come around it the end. Just give it time.”

Dean sensed the heaviness that hung over Sam. “Hey, maybe if we show her around, her old room, favorite bar, closed cases, it could jog her memory.” He proposed, hoping to lighten the mood or at least shed a ray of hope on his younger brother.

“It’s worth a shot.” Cas agreed.

Sam pushed himself up from against the desk. “Yeah. Great.” He muttered bleakly and left the room.

Your glance darted between Dean and Cas as they shared a look.

“I’m sorry I'm not living up to your expectations but…” You began to defend yourself but Dean interrupted.

“Hey, no. It's okay.” He stopped you. “No one is expecting anything from you. All I ask is that you stick it out a couple days before making any decisions. And whatever you choose, even if that means going back, we’ll respect it.” You nodded. “Maybe we can just start out by showing you your old room.”

“Yeah. Okay.” You got up to follow him, cup of tea still in your hand.

“Perhaps, she should lead the way…” Castiel suggested before leaving to another room.

“Good idea.” Dean extended his hand forward.

You reluctantly lead the way. It was easy enough to go from the library to the kitchen, but entering the hallway left you clueless. You looked left and right, your feet not being able to push forward.

Dean nudged you forward. “Give it your best shot.”

You sighed and pointed to the first one on the left. “That one.” He sensed your abandonment of the mission. “You actually have to try.”

You sighed once more and meandered down the hallway, painfully aware Dean was breathing down your neck. Even though his presence made you anxious, like you were taking an exam and afraid you were going to fail, you were glad it was him, instead of one of the others, aimlessly wandering these halls with you.

You slowly passed each door, reaching out for some connection, but moved on feeling empty each time. You were about to pass another one, but turned back, feeling a small tug around your heart. You traced over the brass room numbers with your fingers, thinking this may be it. 11. Dean eyed you curiously, but remained silent.

“This one.” You made up your mind, you didn’t need to see the rest.

Dean chuckled leaned against the opposing wall, before kicking up and opening the door. “Well, being one of only three occupied rooms in this entire dungeon, I’ll give you half a point.” The door swung open and you instantly recognized it as a wave of his musk hit you. “This is where I lay my head to rest.”

Though he said it was his room it still called you forward. You turned to him asking for permission. “May I?”

He nodded, encouraging you forward. You took a few steps in to fully examine it. It look so similar to the one you saw on tv. Guns displayed on the wall, weapons lining the mantle, of course a record player and pictures of his family on his nightstand. But it felt like it was missing something.

The dresser was wrong. It should be white, smaller and longer, with a mirror behind it and a chair in front. And there should be a painting hanging above his bed. Nothing fancy. Just bare branches blooming whites flowers against a blue sky.

You could see yourself relaxing on the bed, jamming along to some CCR on the record player. Dean jumped in beside you, a big mug in hand filled with ice cream. He lightly kissed you on your forehead before handing you the mug. The same mug you held now. You shook your head, knowing it was just your imagination running wild.

You cleared your throat and stepped back into the hallway. “So, can we put an end to all these guessing games?”

“Room 16.” Dean stated and pointed down the hallway.

“Thanks.” You followed his direction.

The door was closed just as the others. You felt a tingle of familiarity, but not as strong as you did with room 11. Perhaps it was all just wishful thinking. Dean waited silently behind you, giving you time to think. The door knob felt cold in your hand but you pushed through, revealing the room kept inside. You froze immediately recognizing the dresser from moments before.

Your bed was neatly made, with a comforter resembling falls colors of orange, green, gold, and brown. There was a painting easel in the corner with several filled canvases stacked against the wall. Next to the standard sink and mirror in every room was another standing cupboard filled with makeup, hair products, and jewelry. But you still felt lost. Almost colder compared to room 11.

“Not what you were expecting?” Dean broke the silence.

“... I guess I didn’t have any expectations.” You thought aloud. “I painted. In the other world too.” You recalled. “Not that I’m any good.” You laughed. “Here or there.” “You’ve always been too hard on yourself. I like them.” Dean went fishing through the stack. “I always thought they’d look nice hung up. Give some life to the place.” He stopped at the blue one with branches and white flowers, and your eyes widened. He leaned them back up. “But you’d never let me.”

“How about when the Met hangs one, so can you.” You teased.

He chuckled. “That's what you always say.” Your smile dissipated, wishing you could remember. Dean sensed it. “Hey, like Cas said, give it time. It’ll come back to you.” You nodded your head agreeing feeling some details may already be, even if they were blurring together, incorrectly. “Why don’t I give you some space, you can look through your stuff. Sam or I will come check on you in a while, k?”

“Sounds good.” You agreed. “Thanks Dean.” You called as he left you alone in your room.

After he left, uneasiness crept back in. You felt like a stranger peering into someone else's life. You started on the surface level, looking for a journal, a phone, perhaps to give you a look into your past life. A phone was found tucked away in the nightstand drawer but without power. While you left it be to charge, you rummaged through the rest of the space.

The cabinet by the sink held simple makeup; bare tones occasionally with a flash of pink or a stark black. The jewelry held no special meaning to you. You ran your fingers through beaded necklaces and metallic bangles. Your fingers hovered over a plain silver ring. You picked it up, closely examining it. It was too large, perhaps only able to stay put on your middle finger or thumb.

You tried to strengthen the connection, searching your mind for a memory. But it remained blank. You slid it onto your right middle finder. You went over to the closet to peek inside. A few power suits, skirts, and jackets filled it. A few shoes scattered on the floor. You stepped up on your tiptoes searching the top shelf, but only dust collected there.

Nearby the sound of music started up. Dean must have turned on a record. The pile of paintings seemed to be the next obvious choice. You fished out the one with white blossoms from your daydream and placed in on the mantle over you bed. The rest of the paintings were mainly abstract, paint on canvas, a way to process your thoughts, some of them very dark with tones of black and red. A few landscapes here or there, nothing really speaking to you except the few blank canvases on the bottom itching to be filled with paint.

The buzz of the phone signaled it had regained power. You sighed and sat down on the bed reaching over for the phone. At first, it asked for a password, but you couldn’t recall. Your thumb brushed over the home button and the phone unlocked. It must have recognized the fingerprint. Hesitantly, you started with photos. You scrolled through each one, trying to jog a memory.

It was mainly just selfies of you and Sam, occasionally you’d have a shot of just the boys, or your arm extended trying to fit the three of you in one frame. There were photos of scenery from your trips, food or menus of restaurants you liked. You laughed aloud coming across one of Dean taking a bite out of a burger.

There was another of him driving, the back of his head but green eyes looking through the rear-view mirror. Your feet were sprawled out on the rear bench, though Dean had told you time and time again to keep them on the floor. It had been raining that day. The pitter patter accentuated by the metal roof of the car. Sam had been sleeping up front and Dean softly sang along to the radio. It was the first time you had heard him sing, seriously that is. He stretched his arm along the edge of the seat. You resisted at first, but reached up and grabbed it. Dean said nothing. His thumb gently traced over your knuckles. Then he went back to humming as if nothing had ever happened.

You heard a knock on your door and your heart jumped out of your skin. You flipped your phone off and onto the counter as if a being caught in a guilty moment.

“Hey.” Sam’s voice called. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You shook your head. “No, its no problem.”

He cautiously entered the room further, with a box full of clutter. He motioned towards the bed. “May I?”

You nodded your head giving him permission.

He sat on the edge, setting the box on the floor, still giving you a respectful distance. You subtly peered into the box, full of clothes, books, and a laptop. You wondered if it was stuff of yours that had come from his room. He interrupted your thoughts. “I… I came to apologize. For the way I acted… I…”

The named Jared almost left your lips, but you corrected yourself before it was too late. “Sam, there’s no reason for you to apologize. I should be the one…” “No.” He stopped you. “I had almost given up hope Y/N. We searched for months on end, I was planning to quit entirely. I had enough of filling his shoes, smiling when half my heart was missing. And then I saw you, and it was like life itself returned to me. I guess I acted all a bit too fast, but I couldn’t lose you again. I should have taken more time to explain, but then again, the look on your face showed you’d never believe me unless I dragged you back.” He paused analyzing your face. “The way you look now says you still don’t.” He looked back down at his own hands, tapping a fist into his palm, trying not to let his weakness show.

You felt stuck. In between wanting to comfort him yet afraid it would be giving him false hope. You’ve seen some evidence, felt false memories, but it all seemed so wrong. But your compassion won over. You reached over and rested your hand on his shoulder.

It sat there, for a few moments, as you tried to ponder the correct thing to say. “I know this is hard on you. And it's not fair. I wish things jumped immediately back to normal for your sake. But I feel like a stranger here. Lost. I don’t know what my role is, what my past is. Hell, I don’t even know where the bathrooms are.” You earned a small smirk from him. You took your hand from his shoulder, placing it back in your lap. “I know you’ve been patient, but I’m asking you to stretch that even more. Like Cas said… We just gotta give it time. Okay?”

He nodded. “Ca.. Can I give you a hug?” He hesitantly asked for permission. You nodded and opened your arms. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. You gently stroked his back, keeping your eyes on the door, wishing it was someone else.

Part 2

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killianmesmalls · 6 years

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FINALLY!!! My con recap is... long. And I’m wordy. And it’s long. BUT IT’S HERE! Below the cut for anyone who is crazy enough to read it all.

Friday:

By the time the weekend really got started, I had already had the chance to meet up with @lillpon Wednesday evening for a last-day-at-work happy hour and then again when she, @justmilah, and @fraddit came over to my place to hang out, watch Once, and put the totally last minute touches on my Tilly cosplay. (Also, BTW, yes I am using nicknames because 1) I figure it’s easier for people to follow along and 2) I don’t know how much some people want their real names to be attached to fellow crazies and sent into the ether.) We ended up venturing down to pick up the car from my father-in-law, and on the way found a meeting place for @queen-mabs-revenge to gather with us. Now, we couldn’t find her, kept checking to see where she might be, when LO, HERE COMETH A TINY ITALIAN IN A BIG MCFRIGGIN HAT. Yes, she was indeed sauntering down 8th Avenue in her Lt. Jones hat, which was probably the 18th weird thing most passing New Yorkers had seen in the two hours since they had woken up.

We then all tackle each other and me, @fraddit, @justmilah, and @queen-mabs-revenge continue on to meet my FIL for the car, where Mabs was super on board with helping him trek stuff from the trunk back to his apartment after seconds of meeting him. Such a polite. Without much ado, we make our way to the middle of friggin nowhere New Jersey, aided by the very comforting fact that Mabs navigates the way I need to be navigated to. Much thanks. Many appreciate. Wow.

Our first stop once we go around in circles a few times since driving in Whippany itself is a damn adventure was to meet up with @thesschesthair. While Mabs is confusing the front desk dude with her hat, Chesty over there gives us a call and I sneak out, lock eyes across the dingy parking lot of the Red Carpet Inn, by its derelict diner, and leap into her arms. She then comes over to attack Milah and Fraddit before properly grabbing Mabs so hard they were close to osmosis.

I’m not going to lie, it’s at this point through to Monday evening where things sort of blur. Mabs and Chesty requested rooms beside each other and GUESS WHAT. Yep, you guessed it, they had rooms that actually were connected by a door that was hidden behind Mabs’s oversized fridge. Oh! And there was a random toilet just hanging out outside their rooms. Because, why not? When Puh Pah has to go, he has to go. Also, it’s here that Mabs gives us all Alice-themed totes from Poundland (YES, LAUGH, IT’S GREAT) and then we do roundabouts again to get to the Marriott where the rest of us are staying.

Registration was a breeze, and then we collapse into the lounge area where we meet up with @theonceoverthinker and an already-registered Chesty, where she and I are off to the side making inappropriate jokes and then deciding it’s time to wine o’clock this con. Guys? The pub in the Marriott got some play by the Pirate Crew (thank you, @freifraufischer for dubbing us all as pirates), we tried their Poisoned Apple sangria, shot the shit, and then went about checking in and getting ourselves settled while at various points meeting up with @captregina, @lillpon, and @freifraufischer.

At some point (again because all is a blur) we went to Chris’s Q&A where I asked him a couple of questions and honestly blanked on most of the experience because OMFGITALKEDTOSMEE. Then Jared came on, was very much however you’d imagine Jared being, and I was still very much focused on Chris saying how much Smee would love Alice and knowing that Colin and Rose day was tomorrow.

Afterwards, we got autographs, where Mabs’s delightful totes came in handy and I had Gil, Chris, and Jared sign the back of the Alice tote. Gil was nice and I complimented Jared on how much him being open about anxiety meant to people, but it was Chris that, to me, was the MVP. He was incredibly personable, funny, and a total teddy bear. I asked him about the blooper he was in where it seemed like Smee was trying to convince Hook to not duel with Ahab (the one where Colin spat in his face) and Chris said he honestly forgot what was happening in that scene, but he would ask Colin. Still, the one thing he did remember was when he knelt down in front of Colin in the post-duel “Congratulations, Captain, you won!” scene, he split his pants. The camera was to his back, but his treasures were on full display in front of Colin.

I also asked Chris for a hug because, I mean, YOLO, and he obliged! Honestly, he’s a damn pumpkin and I adore him.

Now, there was karaoke night after this, but some of us were bad idea bears and decided to say “f--- this” and went into the pool with some sea salt gin Mabs had brought over. We’re super classy, guys.

...What happens at the pool, stays in the pool. :P

Saturday:

OMG COLIN AND ROSE DAY! COLIN AND ROSE DAY! COLIN AND ROSE DAY!

I was legit saying this and hopping up and down I don’t know how many times. I focused most of the morning trying to make sure I had myself together, getting my tights ripped just right, getting my hair done, venturing to @captregina’s room so I could do her hair (where I met @brave-lassie), doing her eyeliner, doing my makeup, meeting up with everyone, and trying to contain my feelings about COLIN AND ROSE DAY!!!

I missed most of the Wild Bunch Q&A in my efforts to get ready and in waiting for Rose’s photo ops. I lined up with Capt just by where the actors enter into the room they do the photo ops in and got my very first in-person look at Rose.

Guys.

GUYS.

That precious angel GLOWS. I cannot say enough how adorable and lovely she looks and is in person, but I will try my best. She’s insanely precious. Honestly, I was probably a walking hearteyes emoji. I try to keep my cool as I wait for her in line, where I’m set to get a picture with her than a shared picture with her and Capt, and the moment she sees me in my Tilly cosplay she exclaims, “NAILED IT!” Then, like a spastic idiot, I told her I couldn’t help myself since she’s my favorite, and she said, “You’re my favorite!” Bless her. She’s insanely personable and tilts her head to you, and is a personified cupcake.

After that, I brought Capt in for a shared picture with her, where we handed her my bunny mask and Rubik’s cube I had made with the help of Lill as we (plus Milah and Fraddit) had lounged on my couch Thursday night. She geeked out a bit over them, I asked her which one she wanted to hold, and she chose the Rubik’s cube, I held the mask, and Capt and I held a pillowcase she had gotten a while back that said, “We’re all mad here.”

Rapid fire they then did Colin and Chris photos followed by Colin and Rose, where all of us collectively lost our minds throughout. There are some pretty stellar ones people got with Colin and Chris, and then OMFG KNIGHTROOK.

Not going to lie, I kind of blanked on it a bit. I just remember saying “hi” to them both, taking a photo in the middle of them, and then ushering in PERFECT TACO HAT LT. JONES MCMABS in for the second photo, where I pulled a crazy face and she pulled that cheesy salute in that pic of him and Bernard.

Then was Rose’s Q&A, and as you can tell she’s still the embodiment of sunshine with a dash of silliness. I must have had a massive smile on my face the entire time in between bouts of laughter.

Before her panel ended, they called for Colin photos, which I needed to get to early because I had Rose’s meet and greet, but HELL NO WAS I MISSING ANY OF ROSE. Nope. So I stayed, then dashed out, and totally thought I’d be fine because…hey, I had already met and touched the man, how hard could this be?

BEING A NORMAL HUMAN AROUND HIM IS IMPOSSIBLE. I just hope I didn’t sound too much like an idiot when I said another hello and asked, “Do you mind if I give you a hug?”

Tired panda just opened his arms and we took a quick picture, and his face was SUPER CLOSE TO MINE and I didn’t know what to do with myself and suddenly that scruff was AGAINST MAH FACE. I think I entered a new plane of existence at some point but remembered I had feed and managed to use them to walk out and not completely venture to a new reality.

It was probably a good thing I didn’t have time to transcend to nirvana because ROSE’S MEET AND GREET WAS NEXT. It got off to a late start since Emilie was still in the room when we got up there, but I’d wait howmstever long for her.

SHE IS AN ANGEL. I mean, absolute, 100%, grade-A, undiluted angel. She makes an effort to engage with everyone and really make eye contact with you, speak to you for as much as she can, and is just naturally her sweet and funny self. She then took selfies with everyone, where I told her my name was “Carrie, like the movie” which is my default at Starbucks because then people know how to spell it. She fake scared and pretended like she was ducking her head and going to walk out, which we shared a laugh at before our picture.

I missed most of Karen David’s panel, but right afterward was COLIN!!! Tired panda did his best to wake up and be his silly, smartass self, bless his heart. I’m so glad he said he wished there were more to the KnightRook story because he feels like there’s more to explore with that and HARD AGREE, COL! Also massive, MASSIVE shoutout to Overthinker for her crazy awesome questions!!! You are indeed worthy of being his favorite!!! Also, props to @the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt for her original question about craft services. Dudes, the things we don’t think about!!! I need to try a grilled cheese with pickles now, that sounds AMAZING. OH! OH!!! AND HE DID THE WORM! AND SANG! How were we this #blessed?!?!

We then had a hot minute (or roughly 30) before KNIGHTROOK PANEL!!! Guys, those two and their dynamic will never not kill me. THOSE TWOOOOOOO!!!! HOW PERFECT ARE THEY?!?! I think their humor together is priceless and she’s like a damn coffee bean to him. It’s a good thing I like odd things because I CAN’T EVEN WITH THEM. (:smirk:) AS IF THAT WEREN’T ENOUGH he goes and kills us with his Millian answer and I see Mabs and Milah vibrating into the ether.

After that is almost immediately autographs, where they had us line up for Colin then head over to Rose. They tucked tired panda behind this black curtain, and Mabs, Capt, and I coordinated getting various things signed for us and others. When I told him something was for someone who had contributed to the Whitecaps charity, he replied, “Oh! Very good.” Then he got my spyglass and went all childishly curious, peeked inside the box, then raised his eyebrow and gave me a smirk.

Then it was off to see Rose, who was taking more time to talk to fans, which is understandable given the fact that Colin had a longer line and Rose also can’t seem to help herself. Chesty gave me her badge so I could get a second autograph, like a friggin champ, and I had Rose sign the spyglass and also had the title page of the manuscript I’ve written (I NEED TO FINISH EDITING IT) and told her it was a 1920s Alice in Wonderland retelling, and I thought having her sign it would be a good luck charm. She sounded super enthusiastic about it and wrote a long note for me on it, which I will for sure cherish forever!!!

OH! And on my way to get into the Rose line, I hear someone say my name and LO AND BEHOLD, IT’S @leiandcharles!!! HUZZAH!!! I probably sounded like a spaz because I was on a Colin and Rose high and was all over the place but she pretended to not be terrified of the insanity that was me… ANYWAY!

It was then time for dinner. With the pub PACKED TO THE GILLS, especially after there was a bomb scare at a nearby hotel so the people there had to come over to ours for a bit, a group of us went up to Capt’s room to hang out and get pizza. I’m probably going to blank on everyone that was in that room, but I do remember dragging Leia there, meeting @coaldustcanary, Overthinker kicking over my drink and being roasted about it by Chesty (still makes me giggle!), and generally being a nuisance with Capt, Mabs, and Milah while Fraddit, and Lill went off to introduce Chesty to Chipotle. It has since changed her life.

At some point we declare we should hang out at the pub again, and a group of us went to go shoot the shit until Mabs passed out right there in the booth (CALLIN’ YOU OUT, POPS!) and everyone was sufficiently either toasted or tired. Some of us then venture up to my room, and shenanigans ensued. THUS ENDETH COLIN AND ROSE DAY!

Sunday:

While I was sad this seemed like a less crazy day for us, I was also a bit relieved because hot DAMN was I tired after the day before. Still, we didn’t have much time to really collect ourselves because the Mills fam gold panel started at 10, so a group of us wandered down to breakfast.

We then get in to see Andrew, Lana, and Bex, where Lana and Bex were of course hysterical together, Andy looked cute, and you could feel the collective vibrating of all Regina and Zelena fans which was adorable. I mean, I love Regina, but there was some LOVE in that room from her Evil Regals. I do wish Andy had gotten a bit more attention or had been a bit more vocal, but it’s got to be hard to not just let Lana and Bex own the stage.

There was then a decent break before Bex’s panel. That woman, as you all likely know, is HYSTERICAL. She kept the room laughing through most of her panel, and you can see she has nothing but love for her fans and her costars.

After her panel, I don’t have anything I’m too fussed about until 2 (MILAH WAS ROBBED IN THAT VID CONTEST, BTW, JUST SAYING) and so some of us gather together for lunch in, you guessed it, the hotel pub! Dudes, our options were limited and it looked like a library and had loaded potato soup. What more do you want?

It’s then time to MEET LANA, where me, Mabs, and Capt try to strategically settle ourselves somewhere out of the way but close enough to the side door to get a good look at the queen as she walks in. And, DAMN, that woman is gorgeous! Me and Capt then leap into the line where she proceeds to get two very adorable photos done and then I get pulled in to get hugged by Lana (!!!!!!!!!) while Capt hugs her from the back. She was super sweet and patient the whole time with everyone, and you could really see how much she loves spending time with her fans.

We then decide some of us need shots because some of us (*cough* Capt *cough*) are about to pass out from being so near Her Majesty’s presence, and then we wander into the ballroom for Henry Squared’s panel. Andy was adorable, Jared was typical Jared. I’ll be honest, I don’t have anything from that panel that seems to stick out to me as a solid memory, though maybe that was the whiskey shot’s fault.

Then comes Lana’s panel and, once again, you can feel the energy of the Evil Regals in the room. For however silly Colin, Rose, and KnightRook panels are, HOLY DAMN Lana panels are just filled with all sorts of emotions! It was like a damn rollercoaster! I laughed, I teared up, I was generally all over the place. SO MANY FEELINGS, GUYS. It was delightful but also made me just desperately need to laugh about fart jokes with my fellow Colin heathens. WE DON’T KNOW EMOTIONS.

Sadly during the following break, it is time to say farewell to the spun sugar that is Lillpon. I console myself knowing I’ll see her again, but it’s depressingly others’ last time with her, but ONLY FOR NOW. Yes? Yes.

Next up is autos with Andrew and then Lana. Andrew was a sweetheart. I was standing next to Capt and Mabs, where we proceeded to tell him how great we thought he was in season 7 and how much that season and his performance in it meant to us and brought back some love for the show. He seemed genuinely touched and said it meant a lot to him to hear that. Bless that boy.

We then wait a bit for me, Capt, Mabs, and Milah to venture up for Lana’s autos. By the time we got to her, we had this whole strategic thing planned out where I’d bring up S7 Hooked Queen, Capt gets her Hooked Queen picture signed, and Mabs gets the word for Capt’s tattoo. Lana says she did expect when they started that she thought Hook and Regina were going to be a thing but alas. Oh! And Mabs tells her that they’ve got family from the same area of Sicily, where Lana proceeds to say they do kinda look alike, and it is now confirmed #fam.

With everything over, we head once again to, YOU GUESSED IT AGAIN, the hotel pub. Chesty and Fraddit have already settled in and eaten, and me, Mabs, Capt, Overthinker, and Milah get ourselves all ordered up where we both mourn the end of the weekend and still buzz from the high the last three days had given us. A series of more shenanigans ensues, and none of us are ready for the weekend to be over. I’m pretty sure we collectively tried to drag it out for as long as possible.

For one last hurrah, we then venture to the pool again and meet up with @reginamotherfuckingmills and @agntreginaskywalker, where we all debrief and collectively laugh about the weekend, in addition to getting all into our feels about how Swan Queen fans and Hook fans are being all chill and friendly with each other. WHO KNEW PEOPLE COULD HUMAN?!

It was a fantastic end to the weekend, and there were more days ahead that involved ridiculous conversations in the car (Thicc Lady and Pointy Boi! Is this Central Park?! etc), meeting Mabs’s ENTIRE FAMILY, hearing Chesty lose her mind several times, enjoying super Long Island experiences with them, Milah, Overthinker, and Fraddit, and so on. Some of us also went sailing on a tall boat later, where we hoisted the main sail and felt like proper pirates! Then there was just general hanging out, but I won’t bore you further with that.

Instead, I’ll bore you with shoutouts!

@lillpon DESCUSTANG!!! You’re such a damn delight. Both sharing a bed and hoisting the main sail with you was brilliant and I love you forever. YOU MET COLIN!!!

@queen-mabs-revenge What are words? I have none. And if I started I’d probably turn into a mess so FARTS BELLY PT CRUISER POINTY BOI FARTS! I’ll probably emotion at some point and send it to you in private and then go run off to watch bloopers or something to get back to some sort of state of normal.

@fraddit SEVEN?! WHAT’S IN THE BOX?! Resting judge face or no, you’re fantastic, I love you, and you’re forever welcome in my apartment! Or basically anywhere with me.

@thesschesthair You funny asshole, I don’t know what I would have done without you to be there to say jokes as foul as mine. You were such a good sport about me being an annoying shit. I’m keeping my fingers and toes crossed we can celebrate your birthday with a Captain Charming shindig!!!

@justmilah You’re so sweet and so funny and just damn precious. I LOVED going to the American Girls store, traipsing around Rockefeller Center, exploring actual Central Park, getting Millian and Knightrook feels in the AMNH, and wasting time at Johnny Utah’s with you. You’re always welcome!!!

@captregina Mah darling! I’m so glad and relieved that you had a good experience! You earned it, and I’m excited to talk about it over brunch with you.

@theonceoverthinker YOU FAVORITE PHD GENIUS! Stellar questions from a stellar person. It was amazing to hang out with you and we should do it again soon!!!

@the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt You’re a precious angel and it was delightful to meet you! I’m so glad you felt welcomed into the fold. But, of course you were! You’re wonderful!

@brave-lassie From one “mom” to another, thanks! Also, you’re a sweetheart and YOU MAKE AN AMAZING RED!!!

@leiandcharles @freifraufischer @coaldustcanary @reginamotherfuckingmills and @agntreginaskywalker IT WAS LOVELY TO MEET YOU ALL! And thank you for being so patient and awesome with some of the shenanigans.

#ouat nj #long mcfriggin post #I WANTED TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING!!!#and i still probably left stuff out

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fallenhuntersx · 6 years

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@Y/NMartin - Guy’s, I know I’ve been a little MIA but it’s been for good reason, me and Jensen wanted to spend a few more weeks out of the public eye so we could celebrate.... you're looking at the future Mrs. Ackles.

“ ACTRESS Y/N MARTIN ENGAGED TO SUPERNATURAL ACTOR “ the online post headline read, you thought today would be the right time to announce your good news. Your close immediate family and friends already knew but you didn't want people talking and spreading rumours so you got your publisher to contact E!News, Entertainment Weekly and others, they got permission to break the good news to the rest of the public, you had wanted to keep it private for a few weeks before you announced it the world. But this moment for sure was a moment you’ll never forget. It had been the craziest few years of your life, first, you didn't think Jensen even liked you but all came to all you both were deeply head over heels for each other, you were both just too stubborn and oblivious to realize it until you admitted it to your sister one night. You always had a plan when you got into acting, you were supposed to climb the ladder and try many roles that were out of your comfort zone because that's what actresses do, of course there were many mountains to climb but finally you found your fit, your family. You had relationships with other actors but nothing too serious but you never expected to be engaged to your Supernatural co-star.

You woke up the morning after yours and Jensens big news had been announced, you looked over at the empty space beside you, a sigh leaving your mouth, you looked down at your ring finger, admiring the diamond that was glistening in the morning sunlight beaming through your window. You were both back on set later in the afternoon finishing off the current series, you smiled through your hair up into a messy bun, wrapping a silk dressing down around your curves, walking down to the kitchen you were met by that peachy bottom you just loved so much, you loved Jensen’s eyes but he had other assets going for him.

“ Morning baby, “ you said wrapping your arms around his waist.

“ You want pancakes this morning “ he smiled, giving you a wink.

“ when have I ever turned down them babe, you shouldn't even have to ask “ you said laughing, moving to sit down at your breakfast table that was in view of your backyard.

“ We better not be late today of all days “ Jensen sarcastically said, kissing the top of your head.

“ hmmm I would rather spend it some other way “ you walked towards him, wrapping your hands around his waist.

After what only you could explain as an eventful morning, you and Jensen pulled up on set greeted by the usual security guard Martin. “ Congratulations to the happy couple, but just a heads up I would advise the back entrance, too many paparazzi buzzing around the place“ he said with a sheepish look, you smiled back at him as confirmation. Martin had worked on set for years and he was one of the good guys, always looking out for everyone.

A few hours later, you were filming one of your character scenes, this season was getting back to like it was in the beginning, your character had finally come back to hunting with Sam & Dean but there was still a little tension between Harper and Dean, and a big fight scene was coming up. One thing that you knew what was coming up next, it just gave you an excuse to kiss Jensen more even if it was in front of the cameras and film crew.

Bruised and bloody after her recent hunt, Harper threw her bag onto one of the Library desks, she let out a loud sigh continuing to remove her jacket, things got a little heated between her and Dean, argueing as per usual, Harper had been on many Hunts before but this one really hit home. She pulled out a chairs to sit next to Sam who was reading one of his many books, opening her laptop she clicked open the internet to see if there was any more research she could do for the next hunt.

“ what the hell was back there “ Harper heard his voice before she saw him walking down the bunker stairs as Deans voice ehcoed through the halls.

“ what we got the bastard thing, you should be thanking me “ Harper replied harshly, with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

“ you’ve got to be kidding right, you could have been killed Harper “

“ yeah and you would care why, I mean sam here, I know gives a shit about me, but you Dean, don't make me laugh really “

“ you really think that, really I’m not getting into this right now “

“ Yeah cause that's what Dean Winchester always does, runs away when someone actually confesses feelings for him, treats them like dirt and then had the odasicity to think they’ll forgive him, you know Dean, i thought you could be different, maybe love me back but you've treated me like crap and once again I'm picking up the pieces “ Harper replied, standing from her chair moving towards Dean.

The space between Harper and Dean was getting tighter with every breath, even though she couldnt care less about him, deep down Harper was deeply in love with him and he knew it because he felt the same, both were to stubborn to admit they were wrong, thier pride at risk.

“ for god’s sake you’s two, right Harper you love Dean and Dean you love Harper to, I’m sick of this tension between all of us, you could cut the tenison with a knife. I love you Harper you know that but stop being as stubborn as him, and dont deny it cuase you’ve got more in common than you realise, yeah you’ve had your differences but deep down i know and everyone around us knows it “ Sam finally blurted out, he had enough of the bickering and heeped up sexual tension between you two.

“ Sammy stay out of this “ Dean shouted back.

“ You know he’s right “ Harper looked at Dean and smiled, before she could say anything Deans lips were pressed against hers, she wrapped her hands around his waist deepening the kiss. She jumped up, Dean catching her holding onto her curves.

“ Sammy you may want to put some headphones on “ Dean said breaking the kiss, winking to Harper carrying her to his bedroom.

“ CUTTTTT! that was brilliant guy’s , go have a break and be back in 20 “ Phillip shouted.

Walking off set back to your trailer, you felt a pair of arms around you. “let's finish what we started this morning “ Jensen said kissing down your neck, you smiled turning to face him, you pressed your lips against his deepening this kiss.

“ OH GOD GUYS, I KNOW Y'ALL ENGAGED NOW BUT CANT YOU DO THAT AT HOME “ you both heard Jared & Misha shout behind you guys.

Smiling into your kiss, you pulled Jensen into your trailer, kicking the door shut.

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