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13-reasons-ideas · 3 years

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Can’t Go Back Part 16

A/N: This chapter is very Justin-centric. I felt like Addy and Justy needed a day where they didn't need to worry about boys or moms. Just a day to be kids. It’s kind of filler but I like it. It’s a light chapter. As always, feedback is always nice and much love. - Em

Things were awkward between us for the next week. We had agreed to table the discussion about his dad and had come to a tentative understanding about Justin. We had never had a fight like that before so, we weren’t really sure where the lines were yet. I learned that his dad was a line you don’t cross unless invited. He learned that Justin was a line that was going to run parallel to our relationship, whether he liked it or not. Monty’s behaviour at school was different too. He was a little nicer for people to be around. Not Tyler Down, but I couldn’t really blame him. The kid was fucking creepy. Monty was even sort of polite to Justin.

By the following Monday, things had gone back to normal. Our texts were longer and less to the point. He was… well he was more Monty at school than he was for a few days. His friends didn’t seem to pick up on the change. But I did. He’s trying. I got dressed in in my comfy light wash jeans, because Justin and I were going to the mall after school and paired it with a light pink tank top with an old red and black flannel. The flannel had been sitting at the back of my closet for quite a while. I found it while I was going through and cleaning it out for donations. “Morning Dad.” I called as I heard him pass my room. He cleared his throat and grunted in response. He must have just woken up.

Downstairs, dad was making a cup of coffee while he read the paper. “Morning Addy.” He nodded when he heard me. Definitely just woke up. Grabbing a granola bar for breakfast, I went through and gathered up my books for school. Once they were neatly arranged in my backpack, I set it by the door. My book from last night was still sitting on the island. I took it and flipped it open to my last page since I had a little time to kill before leaving for school. Deciding I would get too lost in the book, I rethought and took it over to my bag to take to school.

“Justin and I are going to the mall after school. He needs help shoe shopping. And I need to grab a few replacement shirts. I had to throw some out that were too old.”

“Have fun. Don’t forget to grab your mom’s prescription on the way home.”

“I won’t. Do we need anything else while we are out?”

“No, we should be okay. I’ll text you if I think of anything today. Your mom will be late today too. One of her students needed to schedule an afterhours meeting.”

“Okay. See you later dad.”

“Bye.”

Justin was early today, which surprised me. At least until I noticed his duffel bag. He must have spent the night at Bryce’s last night. He was mingling with his friends. I waved as I passed them to my locker, not paying anyone much mind. I watched them a bit from across the hall. They were goofing off as usual. Justin’s smile seemed a little forced. I’ll talk to him after school. My eyes scanned the group. When they landed on Monty, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. And I will admit I may have possibly spent more time than strictly required, simply checking him out. It was during my perusal of his body that I noticed something familiar. A little too familiar. My eyes widened and I looked down. That… that’s… we are wearing the same shirt. Spinning around and opening my locker again, I ripped off the flannel and shoved it in my locker.

Casually making my way over to the group of boys, I made sure to rub my arms like I was cold. “Morning Justin. Morning Boys.” I shivered.

“Morning Addy.” Justin said, as he leaned in to hug me gently.

“Where’s my morning Addy?” Bryce smirked.

“Oh, I’m sorry Bryce. I must have forgotten we say morning to each other. Morning Walker.”

“Morning Addy. Are you cold or are you finally going to tell us all what your secret to doing well in school is?”

“I’m cold. And I’ve shared my secret with you before. It’s called actually opening the books they rent to us and reading them. Hey Justin, do you have an extra sweater? I spilled water on my other shirt like right after I left the house.”

“Yeah, I have one in my locker. Go ahead and grab it.”

“Thanks. Have I told you you’re the best lately?”

“Nope.” He laughed.

“Well, now I have.”

I was in a good mood when lunch rolled around. I nodded to Courtney in the hall on my way to the cafeteria. She was talking to Marcus about one thing or another. Tyler was watching Hannah in a way that had it been anyone else, wouldn’t have been weird. Clay was watching her too. I smiled and waved at him. He nodded back. “Hey Addison.” Tyler called. I turned around and he waved his camera at me. I waved my book in the air like I was busy but stopped for the student life photographer anyway. He snapped his photo and I continued on.

Since I was in a good mood, I didn’t even think twice about sitting with Justin and his friends. “Are we eating at the mall?” Justin asked when I sat down.

“I don’t see why not. I’ll have to stop at Baker Drugs on my way home though. Mum has a refill waiting.”

“Okay.” He nodded and bit into his sandwich. Jeff bounded over to the table.

“Guess who got above a C?” He asked, proudly.

“You?” Anders asked in response.

“Yup. Now I can finally make Clay make a move.”

“He’s going to hate it Jeff.” I said.

“I know. But he needs to put himself out there.”

“Make a move on who?” Monty asked.

“Hannah Baker.” Jeff replied. “Everyone knows he likes her.”

“I don’t really pay attention to the Jensen kid.” He shrugged.

“He hates dances.”

“I know. But a deal is a deal. I get above a C he goes to the dance. Are you going Addy?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, no.”

“Why not?” Bryce asked. I rolled my eyes.

“I hate school dances. The only not crappy part is that Tony is DJing.”

“You have to go. I’m going.” Justin begged with his mouth full.

I shook my head. What is it with boys not chewing their food? “I went to the last one. It’s Bryce’s turn to babysit you.”

“I babysat last time.”

“No, you didn’t. You were sneaking off behind the bleachers with your date. I babysat. Plus, I can’t tie a tie. And neither can Justin. Ergo, your turn.”

“Yes you-.” Justin started. I kicked him under the table.

“I’m not going to the stupid dance. Besides, I have homework.”

“Addison. The dance isn’t for like three weeks.” Jeff complained.

“I know Jeff. But I am not Clay Jensen. I have friends. I have a life.”

“Aren’t you friends with Clay?” Scott asked.

“Yes. So, I know he keeps to himself. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to the dance.”

“You’re not going to the dance yet.” Justin smiled devilishly. I rolled my eyes.

“Did you finish your English paper?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Did you?” He challenged. Monty choked on a laugh. Smooth. Bryce quirked his brow.

“Did you just ask her if she finished a homework assignment?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged.

“Yes, I did. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. Since you’re on me about my homework.”

“Justin. The last time she handed something in late, was like seventh grade because she was out of school the day it was due.” Monty added.

“I remember. She had a stress rash because of it. How do you remember?”

He shrugged. “It had never happened before.” He noticed that? And thought it was important enough to remember? Thankfully before any more questions could be raised, the bell rang.

“I’ll meet you at my locker after school Justin.” He gave me a thumbs up before walking away, already in conversation with Zach about something.

Justin and I drove to the mall, singing along to whatever was on a Spotify artist radio. “Do we want a pretzel now or later?” I asked as I pulled my purse out of my backpack in the car. I had changed back into the flannel from this morning while I waited for my best friend at my locker.

“Now.” We said in unison.

Pretzels in hand, we wandered around the mall for a while. “I need some new shirts. I had to throw a bunch out because they were really old and not able to be donated.”

“You want opinions?”

“Of course.”

“Shoes first?”

“Sure.”

“DSW?” He shrugged and nodded. At the store, we headed straight for the men’s section. I pointed out a few pairs that seemed like they were his style. He made a face at the first couple of pairs and shook his head. Shrugging, I pointed out a pair of Nikes that were on sale. He gave me his best seriously look and I laughed. “They could be nice.”

“Yeah. If I want to look like my feet are three sizes bigger than they are.”

“You know what they say about guys with big feet though Justin.” He flipped me off. “What about these?” This time, he actually tried them on. They were not the right ones.

After a few more busts, we decided it was time to try a different store. Famous Footwear was having a sale. We stopped in there. Once again, we headed straight for the men’s sneakers. He tried a couple of pairs of Converse. Neither of us were very big fans. “White?” I asked, pointing out a pair of Pumas.

“No.” He shot down. I nodded and we kept looking. He picked up a pair of grey and white Nikes. “These are nice.”

“They are.” We found his size and he tried them on. “How do they feel?”

“Good.” He flexed his foot a few times before trying them out to walk. “Yeah, these feel good.” I smiled and we placed them back in the box to go pay.

Shoes in hand, we made a quick pitstop for coffee. Justin brought up the topic of the Winter Formal again while we walked around trying to find some shirts for me. “Are you really not going to go Addy?”

“No Justin. I don’t want to go. And besides, I have no one to go with.” At least, no one I can go to a school dance with.

“You can go with us.”

“Go with you and Bryce. And Bryce’s boys?” I quirked my brow, sharply.

“Yeah. We don’t bite. We are fun.”

“Fun. Sure.” I muttered.

“You could see Clay try to talk to Hannah.”

“Or I could sit at home and binge watch Pretty Little Liars.”

“I thought you said you had homework Addy.”

“You know that was just so Jeff would let my excuse slide. For now, at least.”

“Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“If I say I’ll think about it, will you drop it?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Then I will think about it.” He made a fist pumping motion and I burst out laughing. “You are such a freaking dork.”

We stopped at Target and looked around the clothes-he wasn’t going to let me look at anything else-for a while. But nothing really felt like me when I looked at it or tried it on. American Eagle was a little better. I was able to at least find things I liked on the hanger and on me. “This?” I asked Justin when I came out of the dressing room in a soft purple shirt.

“It’s nice. Makes your boobs look good.”

“That’s always a plus.” I added it to the small yes pile. A blue one was next. He shook his head.

“Not your colour.”

“Didn’t think so.” A couple more noes were added to the pile before we checked out. Aritzia and Zara were close by, but I didn’t like anything on the rack enough to try it on. We made a quick stop at Madewell and I got a couple of plain white t-shirts.

“Can we make a Sephora stop? I need to replace my foundation.”

“We can if you give me your wallet, so you don’t spend all of your money.”

“I won’t spend it all. I literally only need a new bottle of foundation.”

“Alright. You have ten minutes to get in line tops.”

“Yes Dad.” I shook my head. Justin scoffed jovially. He followed close behind me in the store to make sure I stayed true to my word. They were out of my shade in my usual formula. I grabbed a bottle of my backup formula instead. By the time we were done, I didn’t even have the energy to make a stop at the bookstore. We decided to grab a slice of pizza to go instead of sitting in the food court.

Back in town, we stopped at Baker Drugs and got my mom’s prescription. I grabbed a box of gobstoppers for good measure and grinned at Justin. “Are you spending the night? We can do movies before bed as long as you aren’t a pain in my ass in the morning.”

“Sure. I’ll let my mom know.”

At home, I texted Monty while Justin was in the bathroom. Hey, Justin is spending the night for movie night.

Okay. How was shopping?

Good. I got some stuff.

Awesome. Enjoy your movies babe. Justin came back before I could reply. “Who you texting?”

“Just Zach about our Government assignment. Do we want snacks?”

“Of course, we want snacks.” Together, the two of us went downstairs and raided the cabinets.

“Hi Justin. Hi Addison.” Mum greeted as she came in the door.

“Hi Margot.” Justin replied.

“Hi Mum.”

“Make sure you don’t eat too much candy you two.” She chuckled when she saw us trying to stuff a box of Swedish berries in Justin’s sweater.

“We won’t Mum.”

“Yes Mom.”

I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. Justin and I ran upstairs with our contraband. We both changed into comfy clothes and arranged our candy on my bed. When the microwave beeped, I ran back down to get it. Mum pretended not to notice me grabbing an extra chocolate bar. I heard her laughing with dad about it though.

“They really are quite cute together.”

“I suppose. Thankfully we don’t need to worry about them being another kind of cute.” Dad said. No, you really don’t.

Justin had Netflix pulled up when I got back to my room and shut the door. He was scrolling aimlessly. “I put butter on in the middle and the top.”

“Wonderful.” He grinned. “What mood are we in?”

“Superbad?”

“Addison! That is an R rated movie.” He exclaimed, scandalously.

“But it’s funny.”

“Superbad it is.” We got settled and hit play. After it was done, we scrolled through and picked The Social Network. Finally, just for fun to end the night… er, morning, we decided to watch the 2011 Footloose. Between the three films, we ate so much candy we knew we would wake up with stomach aches on Tuesday.

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waywardnerd67 · 4 years

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TFWB - Chap 7 Follow Your Dreams

Summary: Jensen’s favorite author comes to UT Austin for a signing at the bookstore and he runs into (Y/N) there. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Pairing: No Pairing Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1042 Squared Filled: Fangirl/boy Moment A/N #1: This is for @spnfluffbingo card

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Jensen held his favorite book tightly against his chest. The line of people was wrapped around the campus bookstore and he was towards the beginning of it. He looked at his watch seeing there was only a few more minutes before the doors would open and he would be face to face with his favorite author. His mind drifted to what it would be like to have millions of people reading his own writing. A cold shiver ran down his spine making him shift uncomfortably.

“Jensen?”

He looked up to see (Y/N) smiling his way, “Hey (Y/N), what’re you doing here?”

She held up the camera hanging from her neck, “Our photographer at the school paper called in sick so I’m covering for him. Are you a fan?”

He felt his cheeks burning as he nodded, “Yeah. He wrote my favorite book and he hardly ever does book signings.”

“Oh I know. It has taken me almost a year working with his agent to get him here. Hopefully, I’ll have enough time to get my book signed.”

(Y/N) held up her book and they both laughed seeing it was the same one. Just then, they heard the doors opening and the crowd of people cheering.

“Well, back to work I go.” (Y/N) waved goodbye to him as she started snapping pictures of the crowd.

Jensen watched her as she walked down the line. Her beautiful hair pulled back from her face revealing her striking features. Even dressed in just a school newspaper t-shirt and jeans, the curves of her body distracted him. The person behind him called out for him to move and Jensen relinquently turned away from her.

As he stepped closer and closer to the author’s table, Jensen looked around for (Y/N) not seeing her anywhere. Looking down at his favorite book and not seeing (Y/N) anywhere, he made a quick decision as he stepped up to the table.

“Hi, who should I make this out to?”

Jensen smiled, “(Y/N). She is a friend that couldn’t make it to your signing and I wanted to do something special for her.”

His favorite author looked up smiling, “That is nice of you. This happens to be one of my favorites to write.”

Jensen watched as he signed his book, “May I ask a question?”

“Absolutely.”

“Did you always know you wanted to be a writer or did you go into another career first?”

Jensen’s question was one he constantly thought about for himself. Writing had always been as easy as breathing to him, but his parents wanted him to go into something stable. They always told him, ‘You can write in your spare time’.

“No, like many people I figured writing could be done any time while I held a lucrative career. It became apparent to me early on that all I thought about was writing and it was distracting me from having another career. Why not embrace it and invest in it.” He leaned in towards Jensen, “You should follow your dreams.”

He slid the book forward with a smile, “Thank you.” Jensen picked the book up and moved for the next person in line.

“Dearest (Y/N), You have a wonderful friend. Keep him by your side.” Jensen read the message from the author smiling widely as he walked through the door.

“Whoa!” He looked up just in time to see (Y/N) standing on the other side chuckling, “Admiring your autograph?”

Jensen smiled, “No. I was admiring yours.” He handed the book to her.

She curiously opened to the title page and pure joy filled his chest watching her read the message. Her shining eyes looked up into his as her lips parted in shock.

“Jensen… you shouldn’t have. What about your autograph?”

“I got something a little more important than just an autograph. Plus, I wanted to make sure you got one, however, I didn’t really think about the fact that I have notes written all over my copy.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

(Y/N) pulled her copy out handing it to him, “Here a somewhat even trade. Maybe we could reread it together with each others’ notes and discuss it over coffee sometime.”

Jensen flipped through her copy seeing her delicate handwriting throughout it, “I would love that. Hey, could I take you out to lunch or do you need to rush back to the newspaper?”

She hooked her arm with his, “I think I can make a little time for some lunch. As long as you tell me what is more important than an autograph from your favorite author.”

“Deal.” They walked off towards the student center where they spent the next hour discussing everything from books, childhoods, careers and the important life advice he received.

When Jensen returned home, he found Misha sitting in the kitchen sketching. He sat down after grabbing a bottle of water replaying every moment with (Y/N) in his head.

“What’s with the goof grin?” He looked over to Misha whose brow was raised in curiosity.

He shrugged, “I just had a great afternoon.”

“Uh-huh… would that great afternoon have anything to do with a certain special someone?” Misha’s question caught him off guard as if he had read Jensen’s mind.

“Um… yeah actually, how did you…”

Misha smiled, “(Y/N) called asking for Jared and she told me not to say anything to you. I’m guess you two had a nice lunch date.”

“I wouldn’t call it a date, but yeah we had a nice lunch together.” Jensen felt his cheeks heating up and got up making his way towards the stairs.

“Jensen and (Y/N) sitting in a tree…” Misha’s sing-song voice carried all the way up until Jensen was in his room and shut his door.

Pulling out her book, he began to read through the familiar text making his own notes next to hers. Her warm smile and bright eyes being ever present in his mind. The way his heart raced when she was around and how he never wanted to be away from her clouding his thoughts.

“Crap… I like her a lot.” He muttered just before sleep took over his conscious mind.

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houseofglass · 4 years

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Ramblings on Supernatural’s final season

Once upon a time I couldn’t open Tumblr unless I saw the episode of Supernatural first. Otherwise, I’d be inundated with gifs, reactions, play-by-plays, and commentary. And that’s all from people that didn’t tag their posts. The tagged posts showed as simple white bars on my feed, alerting me to the deluge of stuff people posted about the show.

But now, today, I jumped on Tumblr as I do first thing in the morning and there was barely a ripple about the previous episode. I haven’t seen it yet, I had plans the previous evening and will watch it tonight, but the spoilers are, well, meh.

I know many people I follow have moved on to new obsessions, delights, and entertainments. I see their posts and wonder who these characters are and wonder if I should invest some time in checking out the source material. This is a good thing, people evolve and seek out shiny new things. But it’s sad too. This Tumblr of mine was created solely because I fell into the Supernatural fandom and I have a pang of longing for the days of excitement and new material to feature.

This is the final season of Supernatural. I’d been waiting for this season for five years. I really believed it was best to end the show as it was getting a bit long in the tooth. Now, here we are.

But then the pandemic slipped into our lives and disrupted everything. Filming stopped. Life changed. The season put on hold.

What a horrible end to the show, I thought, to have their final season so badly disrupted. Fans will leave, lose interest, move on. And they have, if my dash is any indication.

Unfortunately, so have I.

There is no excitement for the show anymore. Not for me. The last episode, 15x14, sucked pretty hard for reasons that surprised me. I liked the character of Mrs. Butters a lot. She was interesting, prim, and a breath of fresh air. But she was also the central focus of the episode. Once upon a time, Sam and Dean were the focus of every episode. Now, they’re merely background characters to some wood nymph in the bunker.

Did the show have their funding slashed? Is that why they stayed on set in the bunker? Is that why there was little CGI of monsters? And when did Jensen start phoning in his acting?

Yeah, I know that’s a remarkably unpopular opinion for those that have read this far. But really, Dean didn’t feel like Dean in 15x14. Who was that man? Who was that character? Who wrote those lines he had to say? Who told him to act like an idiot and flash his brother, then act like he did when he noticed his hemline was too high? Jensen didn’t act like Dean. Jensen acted like he had no idea what he was supposed to do so he acted like a goof. It fell flat.

And on that topic, I must say that Jensen is looking beat up and old these days. Yes, I’m aware of his actual age and that people grow old as time marches on. But Jensen (or Dean) looks tired, drawn, wan, and, well, hungover. To be fair, so does Jared. They both have that look of prettyboys who are trying to deny their prime has passed. Or maybe they appear this way because the show refuses to allow them to age, to show grey hair, to acknowledge the character’s hard lives.

Maybe my attitude has shifted because I’ve been enjoying new shows like Utopia, The Boys, and Lovecraft Country. Those shows have an element of intelligence to them, each in their own way. Two of them have twists I didn’t see coming. All three fill up their allotted time so much that my mind feels full after watching, like there was a fair bit of information to process and let my mind chew on.

Supernatural is the opposite.

The show has become empty. Each episode a waste of 42 minutes. I remember little or nothing from them as not much new information is presented. Earlier episodes felt fuller, full bodied, well rounded. Now, I feel like I’m watching a half hour show that’s been stretched to fill an hour.

What a sad note to end on. What a dim spark to guide us to the final episode. It’s as is if the writers, showrunner, directors, and actors gave up about a year ago and are just going through the motions now. It’s hard to dredge up excitement, it’s hard to care. I honestly can’t even remember the first half of the season. Something about fighting with Chuck? About a bullet in Sam’s shoulder that mirrors pain? About monsters let loose? I remember it felt bad, watching a show I enjoyed as if it were a reunion show ten or twenty years into the future, created with a shoestring budget with the original aging stars in a last gasp for fame.

Please, please, please just get to the end without looking like the actors were dragged out of bed too early, and without looking like the costume department has no money, and without forgetting who the main characters are.

Goodnight Supernatural. You can rest your weary head now. You’re done and have been for a season or two. I’ll limp through to the end purely for loyalty’s sake. Sleep well in my memory.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Acting Your Age (Part 3)

Summary: Jensen and the reader continue to grow closer but the reader has a fight with her brother over her new relationship...

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Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 6,800ish

Warnings: language, age gap

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“No, no,” groaned Jensen in his seat at the rooftop restaurant Sunday night. You were already laughing though as he ran his hands over his face. “Please don’t remind me.”

“I think it’s cute that your first acting job was that,” he said.

“A show you used to watch!” he chuckled. “Oh, God.”

“It was a children’s show,” you said. “Then you really hung on to that horror thing, huh?”

“So you’ve never seen me do anything aside from the kids show?” he asked.

“I don’t even remember. I know I used to watch it. You could be a horrible actor for all I know,” you teased.

“I’m the worst,” he laughed. “Seriously.”

“Oh yeah. You had one of the longest shows ever. You must be horrible,” you said.

“At least I had a job,” he teased.

“I’m happily unemployed thank you very much,” you said.

“You only moved back like a week ago, right?” he asked.

“A little more,” you said. “I’ll take the vacation time.”

“I can’t believe I’ve never asked but what do you do?” asked Jensen.

“I’m a spy,” you said. Jensen raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his seat.

“Oh really?”

“Yup. Can’t tell anyone though.”

“Interesting. Very interesting. You like a James Bond kind of spy?” he asked.

“Oh, definitely,” you laughed. “I’m an interior designer. My firm worked with a big architectural firm over in London. I’ll probably do that again once I talk to a few firms in the city.”

“Nice. Spy stuff is your side job?” he said, a big smirk on his face.

“I don’t think I’ve been a spy since I was seven,” you said.

“Seven? Come on. You were goofing around until at least twelve,” he said.

“Maybe you were,” you teased. “Girls mature faster than boys though.”

“You’re telling me you stopped playing games and stuff when you were seven?” he asked.

“I started playing soccer a lot around that age. I don’t really remember. My siblings always had stuff going on,” you said.

“Well yeah but I mean, I used to play with my little sister, even when I was 18,” he said.

“Just different families I suppose,” you said.

“You didn’t want to bother them, did you,” he said. You turned your head and looked out at the street below, Jensen grabbing a roll from the basket.

“You know I did good in school so that I could get a full ride for college? Like excessively good?” you said.

“Jared mentioned you’re a bit of a smartie pants,” he said with a smile.

“I was the accident kid. My brother became a doctor, my sister went to school, Jared got some help from mom and dad during the early days...I was an extra expense. They never said that but I knew. They tried to hide it from me. I got lucky Jared did so well and could help them retire a little early,” you said.

“You have that classic Padalecki thing,” he said. “You all take care of somebody else before you take care of yourselves.”

“I know. I’m not saying I didn’t have a happy childhood or anything. I was aware of our situation was all,” you said.

“Well now that you're back home and have this new perspective on things, maybe you can take care of yourself more,” he said.

“I plan on it,” you said. “I might need some help in that department though.”

“I’m more than willing to volunteer my services,” he said.

“So at what age does the wisdom thing happen?” you asked.

“You just give less of a shit about certain stuff,” he said.

“What about acne?”

“Never goes away,” he said, tilting his chin up, rubbing over a small red bump underneath. “Getting old is fun.”

“You’re not old, trust me,” you said.

“Alright,” he said. “I think I will, kiddo.”

Your food came out and you made small talk, Jensen telling you about Austin some and places to check out. But halfway through dinner, his hair caught in the wind and he had this one piece that was sticking straight up, defying gravity even more so than all the other fluffy hair he had.

“What are you giggling at?” he asked after a minute.

“Your hair. It’s...it’s very fluffy,” you said. He patted his head and he eventually smoothed down the spot, more hair spiking up elsewhere.

“I get it?” he asked.

“Yeah, you got it,” you said. “God I love your hair.”

“Well thank you,” he said, a cute little smile on his face.

“You probably get told you’re handsome a lot, huh,” you said.

“I guess. In one ear, out the other,” he said.

“I could have sworn you just blushed though.”

“Well you’re special,” he said.

“I mean the hair has to make up for the appalling face,” you said.

“Oh does it? Here I was going to tell you how beautiful you looked,” he said, biting back a smile.

“It’s alright,” you said, grinning as you went back to eating.

“How’s the steak?” he asked.

“Delicious,” you said with a thumbs up.

“This place has really good dessert too,” he said.

“Do they have steak flavored dessert?” you asked.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Do you have work tomorrow?” you asked as you walked around a quieter part of downtown after dinner.

“No. I got to pop in the brewery for a few and my agent normally sends me new scripts I might be interested in on Mondays to look over but that’s it,” he said.

“When do you think you’ll act again?”

“Probably after the new year. There’s this one job I really want. They were holding back all auditions though for a while. I got to film that and send it in later this week. That job would start in January,” he said.

“I hope you get it,” you said.

“Me too. Been a while since I auditioned for anything,” he said.

“I’m sure you’ll nail it,” you said. “Jared said he’s got a guest star role starting in two months.”

“He told me about it. Sounds fun,” he said.

“Still gonna do your checks with him?” you asked.

“He told you about those?” he asked.

“Once. Back around Christmas. You were texting him. You sent a little green check mark and he wrote one back,” you said. “He told me that’s your way of checking that everything is okay. You do it everyday apparently and if he’s out of cell service, he checks in when he gets back.”

“He’s your brother. But he’s my brother too,” he said.

“I’m okay with sharing him,” you said with a smile. “I’m glad you’re his friend.”

“Me too,” he said. “I know he wants to get to know you better.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you said, Jensen stopping at a street corner when the light was red. He hummed to himself and you felt his hand bump yours once and then twice before his wrapped around yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Your little hands are always so cold,” he chuckled.

“You’ll warm them up I’m sure.”

“Goodnight,” you said when Jensen was dropping you back off at Jared’s house. You leaned up and gave him a kiss, Jensen smirking through it.

“Goodnight,” he said when you pulled back. “Tomorrow night?”

“Alright. We can talk about our golf date,” you said.

“We could go Tuesday if you don’t have plans,” he said.

“Isn’t it supposed to be like a hundred out?” you laughed.

“How about you wear a cute little golf outfit and I’ll bring the sunscreen?” he said.

“Oh, I bet you’d like that,” you said, leaning against his truck.

“I mean I’d wear the skirt but I don’t have the legs to pull it off,” he said. You shook your head, smirking as he started to laugh.

“You are such a loser,” you said, giving him another kiss. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Oh, you’re taking me out?” he said with a big smile. “Well now I’m even more excited.”

“You’re adorable,” you said.

“You know it,” he said with a laugh, the sound of the garage door opening. You looked over your shoulder, Jared walking out with his car keys in his hands. He gave you both a nod before he walked over to his truck and climbed in. “Night, kiddo.”

“Night, Jensen.”

He walked back to the car as you headed inside. You barely had your shoes off when you heard the garage open again, Jared back in the house with a toy in his hand.

“Toy was in the backseat,” he said, giving you a nod as he went past.

“Shouldn’t the kids all be asleep by now?” you asked.

“Your brother is spying on you,” called Gen from the family room.

“Oh is he?” you said.

“I’m not…” said Jared with a shrug, heading into the family room. You walked over to the couch, crossing your arms as you stared down at him.

“Gen. What is he up to?” you asked.

“Nothing,” said Jared.

“Jare, if you’re gonna be…” you said. “I’m not a child. You either give me my privacy or I’m gone. You’re the one that wanted to set me and Jensen up in the first place.”

“I think you’re going a little fast is all,” he said.

“He’s kissed me a few times, that’s it. I haven’t even made out with him. What’s fast about that?” you asked.

“Well you hang out with him every night now,” he said.

“We had a family party on Friday with plenty of people. We all went to dinner last night and then I went mini golfing with him and I hung out with him for like three hours tonight. What’s the problem with that?” you asked. Gen stood up and walked into the kitchen, giving Jared a look along the way. “What? Is he suddenly a bad guy now that we’re spending time together?”

“No. No, he’s not,” he said.

“Then what is it?” you asked.

“I think you should spend some time with just you is all,” he said. “Don’t throw yourself into a guy.”

“So you’ve decided you want me to just what, be your little sister that lives here and follows her big brother around when it’s convenient for him?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“No. I thought you wanted to start being yourself is all. I think you might have an easier time doing that if you’re not constantly-”

“Throwing myself at a guy?” you said. “You think I do that?”

“Y/N,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“You were younger than me when you met Gen,” you said.

“Gen’s not fifteen years older than me,” he said.

“Why do you suddenly have a problem with this! You were the one that tried to get us together,” you said.

“Maybe because you have a habit of going head first into a relationship and then it goes bad. He’s one of my best friends and-”

“Don’t worry. I won’t ruin your friendship,” you said. You jogged upstairs and into the room you were staying in, shoving some clothes in a bag before you were downstairs and heading for the front door.

“Where the hell are you going?” he asked, following you as you put on your shoes.

“None of your damn business,” you said, storming outside, Jared right on your tail. “Leave me alone.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your arm as you got to your car. You shrugged and he held on, Gen sighing as she stepped out onto the front porch. “I asked where you were going.”

“I don’t have to tell you,” you said, shrugging him off this time. You ripped open the backseat and tossed in your bag, slamming the door shut. You grabbed the drivers side door, Jared catching it once it was open. “Let go, Jared.”

“Y/N-”

“Maybe he is too old for me. At least he doesn’t make me feel shitty. But don’t worry about that. You can have your friend back,” you said. You climbed in and yanked the door shut, pulling out and on the road like that.

“Y/N,” you heard the next morning, your dad coming out to the patio in the backyard. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“I don’t want to talk to Jared.”

“Hey, kiddo,” said Jensen. You turned around in your seat, Jensen wearing a soft smile. “Can we talk?”

You shrugged, your dad heading back inside as Jensen wandered around to your side of the table and grabbed a chair, spinning it around to look out at the yard with you.

“Jared stopped over last night,” he said, resting his elbows on his hands. “He was pretty upset.”

“He’s sensitive,” you said.

“That’s not nice.”

“Maybe I’m not a nice person,” you said, not bothering to look in his direction, tucking your knees into your chest.

“I think he pushed your buttons,” he said.

“I’m not a child,” you said, closing your eyes. “Maybe I am. I ran home to my parents house last night after all.”

“Well I’m a lot older and sometimes I run home to my parents,” he said. You peeled open your eyes, Jensen still looking into the yard. “He’s really upset, Y/N. He’s in the house.”

“He doesn’t like that I hang out with you now,” you said.

“Well that’s his problem to deal with, isn’t it,” he said, turning his head. “He didn’t use some choice phrasing last night from what I heard.”

“He basically called me a slut,” you said. Jensen frowned, giving you a long stare. “He thinks I throw myself into guys.”

“Funny. I think the opposite,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” you scoffed.

“Forget the age difference. Just forget it. I don’t give a shit about it. I don’t want to be with someone that it’s going to bother them,” he said.

“It doesn’t,” you said.

“I know,” he said. “I know you told me about that British guy that was embarrassed of you and made you feel bad about yourself. I know you said older guys are less likely to cheat in your opinion. I think you got more than your fair share of battle wounds.”

“Everyone does,” you said.

“No, they don’t,” he said. “And I’m guessing considering how you aren’t super close with your family, maybe they don’t know those things.”

“Why does it matter? He’s right. Shit, I broke up with the British douche less than two months ago,” you said. “I’m already going on dates again.”

“You think there’s some kind of mandatory feel shitty period?” he asked. “No, there isn’t. I like you and I think you like me. That’s all that should matter.”

“You’re right but I can’t deal with going home to him after dates if he’s going to ruin my nights,” you said.

“You don’t have to live with him,” said Jensen.

“It’s going to cause drama if I did that,” you said.

“Well I’m not a fan of you being unhappy so someone’s going to have to give,” he said, looking back at the yard.

“You barely know me.”

“I like you,” he said, his face hard when he turned it towards you. “I don’t like people like that. I’m not some teenage boy anymore that gets crushes and nervous around girls. But you…I like when you tease me and when you laugh and you make me feel like I am that teenage boy again and it feels good and I’m not ending this because your brother doesn’t get that you are free to do whatever you want.”

You stared at him, his face softening some. He went to turn away when you caught his cheek with you hand, green eyes glancing back at you. You leaned over and kissed him, slowly, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. He went with it, sinking into the movement before you leaned away.

“You didn’t come here for Jared, did you.”

“Not really, no,” he said. “Someone’s got to have your back.”

“You have a crush on me?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “I do.”

“Good,” you said. “I don’t have to worry about blushing around you anymore.”

He chuckled and grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet.

“You got to talk to your brother,” he said. “Maybe your parents too. They’re pretty worried.”

“I know. It’s an overdue conversation.”

“Are you gonna say anything?” you asked, sitting in Jared’s old room an hour later, the two of you crammed on the extra long twin sized bed.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, trying to make his body smaller. “I’m sorry about last night and...never being there to talk to.”

“I could have said something.”

“You tried to tell me when you were sixteen that your boyfriend cheated on you and all I could do that thanksgiving was go on about Gen,” he said. “When you were a freshman in college and it happened again? I was too busy to talk to you. No wonder you don’t like me.”

“Jared, you’re my brother. I love you,” you said.

“We never gave you the time of day once you got older, none of us did. We shoved you out,” he said. “We’re your siblings and we did that.”

“You guys are a lot older than me,” you said with a shrug.

“So any of these four douchebags that cheated, they ever do anything worse?” he asked.

“No. The last guy didn’t cheat,” you said.

“He made you feel shitty though,” he said.

“Not a crime,” you said.

“You’re not like me, right?” he asked. You titled your head, Jared tapping his own. “You don’t get like I do, right?”

“I went once,” you said. “Therapy. I got scared something was wrong with me. I just have bad luck with men apparently.”

“I’m sorry I said that stuff about you seeing Jensen. He makes you happy and I know you make him happy. And I love him but I’ll always pick you over him,” he said.

“I don’t want you to pick anyone,” you said. “I’m your little sister but we missed the you getting to be an overprotective brother phase. Just be my friend. Please.”

“I’m always going to be an overprotective brother,” he said, ruffling your hair. “I’ll be less of an ass though. I’m sorry. I-”

“I know you’re sorry, Jared,” you said. He hummed and stood up, going to his bulletin board and grabbing the baseball cap hanging off the corner. He wiped the dust off of it and carried it over, plopping it on your head. “Your Cowboys hat?”

“You used to annoy me to death, coming in here everyday asking if you could have it,” he said. “It was mine so I always told you no. Dad got you a white one for your sixth birthday. You were so pissed cause you wanted mine specifically. Never understood why.”

“Cause you said I could have it,” you said as you stood. “But you forgot.”

He sighed and pulled you into a crushing hug.

“It’s yours now,” he said. “Hey, next family vacation, you pick where you want to go. It’s on me. Just kids, I promise.”

“I’ve never been on one,” you said.

“Cause we’re shitty,” he said. “That’s over. I promise.”

“I always made excuses to not go,” you said, looking up at him.

“Well you’re going on this one. You can even bring Jensen,” he smiled.

“We’re not there yet,” you said with a laugh.

“Will you come home? You can have your privacy and I won’t ask about Jensen or dates or any of that, I promise,” he said. “Please?”

“Do you really think I throw myself at guys?” you asked, his head already shaking.

“No. I’m sorry. Friday night you seemed happy about trying to be yourself from then on and I was so happy you were doing that but I know that’s something easier said than done, especially if you’re trying to deal with a new relationship on top of that and I’m sorry I said it. You’re careful and I know you’re a little scared of this relationship and-”

“Actually not so much. Neither one of us cares about the age thing. Or the him being kind of recognizable thing. We’re just two people starting to date,” you said.

“I didn’t mean that stuff. I know now you’ve been hurt more than once. So has he,” he said.

“I don’t plan on hurting him,” you said. He smiled and nodded, giving you another hug. “Also, moving back was expensive as hell so yeah, I totally need the free rent right now.”

“Ah. So that’s what it is,” he laughed.

“You got an awesome pool too,” you said.

“I see,” he said with a smile. “You’re gonna come home then?”

“Yeah. Until I’m on my feet,” you said.

“Stay longer than that,” he said. “We want you to. We haven’t lived together since you were seven after all.”

“Alright,” you said. “We should probably start the drive home.”

“Let’s catch lunch with mom and dad first before we head out.”

“So what was my dad saying to you just now?” you asked, pulling onto the highway, Jensen riding back to Austin with you.

“He thinks I’m a little old for you to be honest,” he said.

“Seriously? I thought-”

“I’m joking,” teased Jensen. “I mean, yes, I don’t think I’m exactly what they envisioned for you in that department but they know me. They trust me with you.”

“I didn’t really want to have that parent conversation already,” you said.

“It’s fine,” he said. “I’ll dodge the bullet with mine as long as I can.”

“Right,” you said with a nod, giving him a quick glance before looking back at the road.

“Not that I have a problem with introducing you to them. I think that’s more of a maybe down the road kind of thing,” he said.

“Jensen, it’s cool. I promise. I’d like to go back to this being drama free if we could,” you said.

“I don’t think we ever had a problem with that,” he said.

“True. Do you still want to get dinner tonight?” you asked.

“You’re taking me out on a date. I can’t wait.”

“That’s a pretty skirt,” said Jared as you headed downstairs. “Is it one of Gen’s?”

“No. She got it for me for Christmas last year. I never wore it. I have a date with Jensen,” you said, fixing your shirt. “I look okay?”

“Well you’re not as ugly as usual,” he said.

“Too bad I can’t say the same about you,” you smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. You look fine. Where are you going?” he asked.

“Dinner downtown. I’m picking him up,” you said. “There’s a lot of restaurants here.”

“Yes there are,” he said. “Still, don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress or skirt since my wedding.”

“Shut up,” you said, grabbing your purse. “Don’t wait up.”

“I won’t. Have fun!”

“You look very pretty,” said Jensen as you started to walk along the sidewalk after parking downtown.

“Thanks,” you blushed. “You too.”

“Oh yes. A flannel shirt and jeans. So classy,” he teased.

“You make it work,” you said. He hummed and grabbed your hand, squeezing it for a moment before walking around to your other side, grabbing your right hand instead. You glanced at him as you walked past an alley, Jensen looking forward. “I have lived in a city by myself before. London.”

“I know,” he said.

“I did take a self-defense class,” you said.

“That’s great,” he said with a smile, walking around the corner, the restaurant down at the far end.

“You walk between me and the alleys though, huh,” you said.

“Yup,” he said. “Call me paranoid but better safe than sorry.”

“Sweet dork,” you said with a laugh.

“Your sweet dork, kiddo.”

“Bats?” you said after dinner, walking through the park with Jensen, stopped on a bridge, some other people around. “Bats are kinda creepy.”

“Come on. Baby bats are cute as fuck,” he said, a giggle escaping you. “We have one of the biggest bat populations actually. They help with the bugs. They normally fly out to go hunt around this time of night.”

“So I’m gonna see a giant swarm of bats? Do they bother people?” you asked.

“What, you scared?” he asked, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Pft, no,” you said. A mosquito flew in front of your face and you jerked back, Jensen chuckling when you went back to leaning against the railing. “Shut up.”

“They ain’t gonna do anything to you. They eat pesky mosquitoes,” he said.

“Good,” you said, Jensen rubbing your bare arm. “You take all the girls to see the bats, do you?”

“Oh no. Only the special ones,” he said, biting back a smile. “If you like this, we can go see some bugs and dirt tomorrow.��

“My dream come true,” you laughed. “Also, please no. I don’t like bugs.”

“We have more important plans, like golfing,” he said.

“I will go golfing once,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Once, Ackles.”

“You’ll have fun, I promise,” he said.

“What am I supposed to wear? A dorky outfit?” you asked.

“You got any of those long sleeve shirts for the sun?” he asked. “Wear one of those and some shorts and you’re fine.”

“Alright, alright,” you said, spotting a single bat float up from under the bridge. “What’s…”

You spotted more, Jensen chuckling when a large swarm of them flew out and you tilted your head all the way back.

“Cool,” you said with a smile, watching them take off.

“Told you so.”

“How’d it go?” asked Jensen the next day at the golf course, a bag of clubs on your shoulder as you found him outside.

“I rented my clubs and some shoes,” you said, setting the bag down . “And I’m already hot.”

“Come here,” he said, grabbing the bag and setting them on the back of the cart. He opened up a side pocket of his bag and pulled out sunscreen, slathering some on your face and neck for you, letting you get your legs as you readjusted your hat. “Cowboys fan?”

“Hm?” you asked. He nodded upwards and you smiled. “Oh yeah. Not into it like Jared or anything but yeah.”

“We’ll have to watch a game together some Sunday,” he said. “I make a mean bean dip.”

“I'm a sucker for tailgate food,” you said, following his lead and hoping in the passenger seat of the cart.

“So have you ever been golfing before?” he asked.

“Once when I was like ten,” you said. “I hated it.”

“Well I figured we’d only do nine holes so you don’t end up killing me,” he said.

“Hey, I lost the bet. I can take it,” you said.

“Alright. We’ll see how it goes. Let’s get out there.”

“Alright. Practice swinging your driver. Hold on to that sucker tight when you swing it,” he said. You spread your feet, Jensen making a strange noise but he didn’t say anything.

“Yes?” you laughed.

“Can I show you?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said. He stepped up behind you, nudging your feet farther apart.

“Sorry,” he said, taking a step back.

“It’s alright,” you said.

“Alright,” he said, getting close again, laying his arms over yours. “Keep your hands like this. When you swing back, use your hips and then when you’re moving forward, move them forward and let your back foot come off the ground. It let’s you keep the power through the whole swing.”

“Okie dokie,” you said. “Can you go first so I can watch?”

“Sure,” he said. You got out of the way from the woman’s tee, watching from the side as Jensen stepped up and hit his first ball, hitting it to the side of the fairway. “See what I mean about your foot?”

“Mhm,” you said. You set up your tee, taking a few light practice swings first before you stepped up.

“Don’t worry if you hit it out of bounds. We got plenty of balls,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. You stepped up to the ball, fixing your hands and making your stance wide. He gave you a smile before you looked down. You pulled back and swung hard, the ball going somewhere. When you looked up, Jensen had a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You’ve been fucking with me, haven’t you,” he said, a smirk crossing his face.

“What?”

“You hit the ball farther and more center than I did. You’re a golfer aren’t you,” he said.

“No way! Beginner’s luck,” you said.

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah. I’m horrible at golf,” you said.

“No. No, horrible is the opposite of the word I would use,” he laughed.

“Maybe I just have a really good teacher,” you said.

“That must be it. Let’s see if that was a fluke or what.”

“Golfing is more fun than I thought,” you said, Jensen smiling as you returned your clubs.

“Hey, if you worked on your short game, you’d probably break a course record,” he said.

“Hey,” said some guy around your age, walking over with a beer in his hand at the clubhouse. “You the chick that hit the ball onto the green on the sixth in one stroke?”

“Is that impressive or something?” you asked. The guy smiled and nodded, leaning against the counter, seeming to ignore Jensen.

“Oh, for sure. Would you want to maybe grab a bite for lunch?”

“Sorry. I got plans,” you said, glancing at Jensen.

“Your golf coach is welcome to join,” he said.

“He’s sort of my boyfriend,” you said with a smile. The guy raised an eyebrow at Jensen.

“You’re totally like nailing this married guy though for fun right?” he asked. “We can still get a bite.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you said, grabbing Jensen’s hand, Jensen chuckling as you headed towards the restaurant there. “Pretentious little douchebag.”

“You don’t need to defend my honor, Y/N. I get how this looks to-”

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss when you saw the other guy walk around the corner, hearing him scoff as he went past.

“Well if you’re protective of me, I get to be protective of you from douchebags,” you said. “Got it?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “You want to grab lunch?”

“Yeah. Thanks for taking me golfing today,” you said.

“I know you didn’t like it as much as you said you did,” he said.

“Maybe I got aggravated towards the end but I like hanging out with you, doing something you enjoy,” you said.

“Well I appreciate you trying it for me. After lunch if you’re not busy, do you want to come over and have a lazy day in the pool?” he asked.

“Sure. But would you want to come over to our place? Jared and Gen would love to get to hang out too,” you said.

“Sounds perfect, kiddo.”

“Hey,” you said two hours later, stepping outside to where Jared was laying on a patio chair, looking through his phone. “Jensen’s coming over to swim in a minute.”

“Cool,” he said, staring at you for a moment. “Neither one of you has heard yet, have you.”

“What?” you asked, Jared handing over his phone to you. There was a picture of the two of you kissing on your date the night before. “What’s this from?”

“A tabloid,” he said. “You probably want to avoid any of your social media for the near future.”

“Do I even want to look at these comments?” you asked, handing the phone back.

“No, not really. They’re pretty bad,” he said.

“Well...I don’t give a shit,” you said. “That’s other people’s problem, not mine.”

“What’s other people’s problem?” asked Jensen, wandering around the back of the house, setting a cooler down on the patio.

“Us dating,” you said as you walked over. “Apparently someone saw us kissing last night.”

“I see,” he said.

“Come on. Let’s go swimming,” you said, grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the steps and into the water.

“You know things like the guy this morning are going to happen more often,” he said.

“So?” you said, swimming out to the deep end and floating on your back. “I don’t care.”

“Don’t look at me,” you heard Jared say as you spun around, Jensen still in the shallow end, a slightly worried look on his face. “You heard her.”

“Y/N,” he said as you swam back. You stood up and stared him down, a small nod leaving him. “I don’t care either. I just want you to be happy.”

“Come play then,” you said, swimming back to the deep end, Jensen following this time.

“Hey, Jare. Why don’t you find Gen and grab that speaker that can go in the water so we can listen to some music?” asked Jensen. Jared hummed and left, your gaze going back to Jensen when you were alone. “There’s water balloons in the cooler.”

“Sneak attack? I like it,” you said with a smile.

“You sure you’re okay with the public stuff?” he asked.

“I’m sure. I didn’t need to spend that much time on my phone anyways,” you said.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” you said, following him to the shallow end and out of the pool.

“Why do you like me? We do fun stuff I suppose but I…” he said, watching you step in front of him.

“I like that you’re kind and creative and attractive and there’s a bunch of little things. But I like you the best,” you said.

“I’m sort of confused,” he said.

“You want me to be happy,” you said. “It’s such a simple thing but that means the world to me. You make me happier too. I want to be able to do that for.”

“You do. I haven’t dated in a while. I was starting to give up on the whole thing and then you swoop in and make me some shy boy around you,” he said. “S’not really fair if you think about it.”

“Never said I was going to play fair,” you said.

“Someone’s getting more flirty,” he said, resting his hands on your hips.

“You’re one to talk,” you said.

“I think you both talk too much,” said Jared, both your heads whipping up to see him and Gen on their bedroom balcony, each holding a water gun.

“You two think this is our first rodeo?” she asked, turning the super soaker in your direction.

“Oh, that is so not fair,” you said, Jensen grabbing your hand and the cooler, jogging around the side of the house before you could get hit more than once. You each pulled a few out, keeping an eye on the corners before you heard whistling come from the front of the house. They both stepped out from the garage, Jared smiling as he held the hose in one hand.

“Uh oh,” said Jensen.

“Yeah, I’d run if I were-” he said, just as you hit him in the chest with a balloon.

“Get Gen,” you said, Jensen taking off as you threw more at Jared, Gen wide eyed for a moment before she took off across the driveway, Jensen on her tail. You ran out of balloons quickly, Jared narrowing his eyes as you shrugged. “Uh…”

He took a step forward by the time you were spun around, Jared on top of you like that, hoisting you up over his shoulder.

“Oh my God. Do not drop me,” you said, Jared humming as he carried you and his water gun around to the back of the house where some squeals were happening.

“Only place I’m dropping you is the pool,” he said, slowing his walk and setting you down on the ground. He wrapped an arm around your waist, your feet in the air again as you looked across the pool, Jensen holding Gen’s gun and Gen in his other arm. “Ackles.”

“Padalecki,” he said.

“I assume you want a trade?” asked Jared.

“Not happening,” said Gen, ducking her head down and pushing Jensen into the pool, Jared tossing you in the next moment. When you popped back up, Jared was around to the other side, high fiving her.

“Dinner’s on you two tonight,” he said.

“Alright, alright,” said Jensen. “We lost fair and square.”

“Oh it was most certainly not fair,” you said. “Jensen’s supposed to push me in the pool, not you.”

“We’ll plan our revenge later,” said Jensen quietly, a mischievous little look on his face. “Won’t we?”

“For sure,” you said. Jared went back to put away the hose while Gen jumped in the water with the speaker, turning it on a station before she started to swim around the shallow end. “We don’t bite.”

“He’s a bit of a sore loser sometimes,” she said. “Never can tell with that one.”

“Oh no, I want our evil plan to be carried out when you least expect it. You’re safe...for now,” said Jensen.

“Oh joy,” she said, swimming over to you both, Jared returning after a moment, the boys swimming off, talking about dinner plans from the sound of it. “He really likes you.”

“Jensen?”

“Yeah. He’s not putting on his fake smile anymore,” she said.

“Fake smile?” you asked, the two of you swimming over to the edge, resting your arms on it.

“He’s forty one. He was over about a month back, had too much to drink. He said a lot of stuff about how he wished he had what Jared and I did, told us not to take it or the kids for granted. I think he’s very good at pretending it didn’t bother him,” she said.

“But he’s so smiley and happy,” you said.

“No, he’s really not, not in the past few years anyways,” she said. “He’d never admit it but I think he’s falling hard for you, real hard.”

“That’s okay,” you said with a smile, spotting one on his face when he looked back at you from the other end of the pool. “I’m pretty sure I’m okay with that.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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Under Your Spell (Part 20) - A Thorn of Wisdom

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC /Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef and Claire try to enjoy themselves at the con.

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing, infidelity, smut.

Chapter WC: 3,617

I risk a kiss. One kiss

One kiss!

I knew from then my life had died

Stef sat alone pushing food around her plate.

Giving up, she pushed it away. The restaurant was empty, Claire had never showed. Dropping as good a tip as she could on the table, Stef gathered her things and stepped out into the crisp autumn afternoon. It was warmer than yesterday, which was lucky as she had only brought a light jacket.

Shades down over her eyes, she wandered the streets for a bit. Everyone was bustling around, enjoying themselves, convention goers were easy to spot; most of them were wearing some kind of geek-tastic garments.

Stef’s phone had been pinging in her purse the last half hour, but she didn’t bother checking it, if it were really important, they’d call.

Deciding to do something she hadn’t done in at least a decade, Stef found a bench in the local park and slipped on her headphones. The familiar sounds of Radiohead’s ‘Creep’ filled her ears. Elbows on her knees, she put her chin into her hands and watched the world go by.

There was couple not too far away, both looking at something on a phone and laughing and another in the distance being very, very handsy.

She thought of Jared’s hands, how they made every part of her feel small.

Can we stop thinking about Jared for five minutes? Stef scolded herself.

Turning up the song, she ignored her inner thoughts.

The sun was dipping lower in the sky and she was utterly alone in the park now.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she scrolled through the messages.

Claire: Shit, sorry about lunch I went to the restaurant but you were gone.

Claire: Where are you?

Claire: You ok?

Darius: Hope you’re having fun, buy me something with dads face on it

Jared: Sorry about earlier, what you up to?

There was a missed call from Claire.

‘Hey bitch, whats up?’

‘Where are you?’

‘I’m walking out of the park right now, on my way back to the hotel.’

‘Are you on your own?’

Stef looked around, checking over her shoulder. ‘Yep.’

‘Where is it, we will come get you.’

‘It’s only, like, four blocks away.’

‘Hot young woman alone in a park, bitch, we are coming to get you before someone else does.’

‘Fine, I’ll wait by the hot dog stand.’

As Claire was hanging up, she could hear Richard getting an earful of abuse. Stef chuckled, Claire never put the crazy on a slow boil.

The hot dog stand seller was determined to sell a hot dog to Stef, trying to lure her in with the promise of the best mustard she’s ever had.

Telling him she was a vegetarian who hated mustard didn’t deter him.

She sighed with relief as an S.U.V. pulled up next to her, Claire’s hand beckoning her from the open window. Stef climbed into the back. She shook off the chill and the hot dog stink.

‘You ok, why did you just disappear? I was so worried.’

Claire had twisted around in her seat, a crease between her eyebrows as she scowled.

‘You didn’t show up for lunch, so I went for a walk.’

‘But you were gone for hours!’ She screeched.

‘Chill the fuck out, Claire.’

Richard was watching her in the rear view mirror.

‘Everyone was starting to freak out.’

Stef rolled her eyes, feeling like a teenager who had been caught breaking the law by a very disappointed parent.

‘What were you doing that you missed the dinner?’

‘I’ll tell you later,’ Claire huffed, back into her bad mood.

Stef pulled out her phone, desperate to ignore the tension.

Stef: I’m heading back to the hotel now, been out enjoying the sights.

Jared saw the message straight away, typing back quick as a shot.

Jared: I’m free for a half hour, can I come to your room?

Stef: ok, but no funny business.

Pulling into the underground, Richard parked up and put a hand on Claire’s knee.

‘I’m calm. I’m sorry, I just got worried about her.’

Richard nodded quietly.

‘Sorry, I got snappy, Stef.’

Stef grabbed her friend as they walked to the elevator, pulling her into a crushing hug. ‘I know you love me, sorry I didn’t contact you. I just needed a bit of head space.’

Claire took her hand, the other already in Richard’s. The three of them stood in the elevator in silence. Breaking apart when the doors slid open on Stef’s floor.

‘I’ll meet up with you guys in a bit.’

Claire wiggled in her fingers in farewell as Stef made her way down the hall.

Jared was leaning against the wall, ankles crossed.

So goddamn cute, Stef thought.

He stood to his full height when he saw her coming toward him, leaning in for a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘You good?’ He asked, pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

‘Yeah, I’m good. Wanna come in?’ It was a useless question, he was on her heels as she opened the door.

She plonked herself onto the bed, taking off her boots. Jared sat on the edge of the desk, his arms folded across his chest, brows furrowed.

‘If you have something to say, please say it.’ Stef huffed.

Jared raised his eyebrows in surprise, ‘yeah so I understand you’re not happy with how this weekend worked out and I get it, I’m not either.’

‘It’s one thing of many that has me unhappy right now, let’s not lay all the blame on you.’

Jared blew hard through his nose, Stef wasn’t sure if he was mirthless laugh or one of those noises her father would make when he was about to say something sarcastic.

‘They come first, Stef, I’m sorry.’ Jared shook his head, looking down at the floor.

‘I know, Jared.’ Her voice was steady, this conversation had happened more than once, on her side at least. Her son was always more important than any person she dated. A lot of them hated it.

‘I have my own family, I get it.’

He still wasn’t looking at her. Stef moved toward him, their height difference more obvious now that she was barefoot, she just reached his shoulder.

Placing her hands on either side of his face, the stubble scrubbing against her palms as he put on a smile for her.

‘I don’t like that you’re unhappy, but I can’t do anything about it right now.’

Jared leaned his forehead against hers, still holding himself.

‘You can make it up to me another time,’ Stef stroked his face gently.

His hazel eyes finally met hers. He was sad. It wasn’t just this. Something else was eating at him.

‘What is it?’

She felt his hands reaching under her blouse, lifting it slightly so he could rest them against her hips. His skin was hot. Always so hot.

‘I wanted a weekend with just you and me, somewhere not hidden away and I think....I think my wife knew that and that’s why she came.’

Stef kissed his dimples, each in turn. She kissed his eyelids and his brow, holding him against her shoulder. They held each other in silence.

‘If your smell could rub off on me, that would be great.’ Stef placed a kiss on his hairline.

Jared chuckled, ‘I’ll rub off you like a cat, I can leave some hair if you want.’

‘Oh, your hair is already on the sheets. I found one inside the sleeve of my jacket earlier.’

Jared hummed against her neck, kissing down to her collarbone. ‘Are you coming to the Q&A?’

‘I promised I would.’

‘That was before,’ his voice came from her bosom, his nose nudging at her cleavage.

‘I’m still going. Claire missed lunch so I think I will make her buy the drinks for the night.’

‘You flying back tomorrow with a hangover?’

‘Fuck yes!’ Stef groaned, knowing it was going to be hellish going back home with Claire and no Richard.

‘Damn, that’s a long flight, that makes me feel worse now I couldn’t spend more time with you.’

‘Ah, I can hang with my friends, don’t worry, I’m a big girl, I don’t need that much entertaining.’

Jared sighed, checking his watch. ‘I gotta go before I start getting panicked phone calls from Jensen. See you down there?’

Stef pressed her lips into a tight smile, scrunching her face. ‘I’ll see you but uh, probably not a great idea to be hanging around you!’

Jared, who was half way to kissing her face, paused, peering at her with one eye closed. ‘You’re right. So, kiss me quick.’

Stef obeyed, an open mouth kiss with a flick of tongue before pulling away.

‘Nuh-uh,’ Jared responded by putting a hand into her hair and holding her; his mouth on hers for a deeper kiss. She knew he hadn’t had his fill but had to detach himself. His phone started to ring.

‘Fuck me, leave me alone for five minutes.’

Answering the call, he gave Stef a wink, hugging her quick with one arm.

And just like that he was gone again.

***

The hall was packed tight. A queue wound its way from the stage all the way down to the back of the room and around the other side. Stef stood next to Claire who was craning her neck constantly to get a view of Richard on stage. There was no use in telling her to stop, Stef knew she wouldn’t.

Everyone on stage was in great spirits, livening up the crowd easily. Some dancing, some singing. Then the questions came, Jensen as usual, played a serious version of himself, mostly to make Jared look like more of a goof than he already was.

It was the first time Stef got to see him as the adored person he was, his personality really was perfect for it. Throwing his legs over the back of the chair, his hands running through his hair every few minutes.

Jared chewed his gum with his mouth open, Stef remembered telling Darius not to do that; her mother would yell at her for doing it.

‘Can you believe I’m fucking that guy,’ Stef whispered to Claire.

Claire bit her lip, looking from Jared to Stef. ‘Lucky bitch.’

I am, Stef figured. Massive shoulders, strong arms, abs you could wash your clothes on, a cute ass and dimples? Not to mention a great sense of humor, Stef could never resist a guy who could make her laugh.

He was an impressive totem. And he was entertaining this crowd, screaming like a bunch of girls at a boy band every time they did, well, anything!

Stef made a note to try watch all of Supernatural, it was a show she had dipped in and out of through the years. She was terrible at keeping up with tv, making an exception for anything Oscar was in. Sometimes when Darius was younger, they would curl up on the sofa and watch him with bowls of popcorn, ready to call Oscar and rate his performance, a call Oscar said he always looked forward to.

Somehow, she thought, Jared may not feel the same way about that situation.

After the screams and laughter died down, a girl stepped up to the microphone.

‘My question is for Jared. Since starring in a music video, do you think you’ll do it again? Coz it was so sexy.’

Jared put a hand to his brow, Jensen was looking at his friend, doing his best to stifle a laugh.

Eventually Jared put the microphone to his mouth, ’No!’

‘Why not?!’ The girl squeaked.

‘Because that was special!’ Jared swung around in his chair, doing a 360 turn. Jensen continued looking at him, no expression on his face, microphone poised to say something.

‘Aww c’mon,’ the girl teased.

Stef could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, Claire was giggling next to her.

‘It was fun and yeah, I dig the music. But if I do it all the time, it won’t be special anymore.’

There was a wave of disappointed noises from the crowd.

‘They’re hungry for you, buddy.’ Jensen’s voice rippled across the room, followed by loud cheers.

Stef wished she could slip out of the room, unseen. But if she were noticed now, it would be awkward. So she sat still. At least Claire was here.

Claire seemed to feel her friends discomfort, sliding a hand into hers, she held on tight, not taking her eyes off stage.

Richard was at the side of the stage chatting a little to someone next to him, laughing at Jensen who was now making fun of Jared.

Jared was sweating more than usual, Stef could see it glistening on his neck. He was shaking his head, hair falling into his face.

‘Two videos wasn’t enough for you guys?’ Jared held his hands up.

The answer was predictable. ‘Ok, ok. I can ask to be in another one. But you guys have to be nice, maybe it’ll happen.’

After the cacophony of excited noises died down, more questions were asked. Then the hour was up.

Claire was scrolling through her messages.

‘Hey,’ she whispered, ‘Rich just text me, he says he has a pass for you to go backstage.’

‘Isn’t his wife backstage?’ Stef huffed.

Claire shrugged, ‘Jared says he has a few minutes spare and he wants to show you something.’

’What the fuck does he want to show me?’

‘I don’t know, bitch. Rich says go see him at the side door.’

‘When?’

‘Now!’ Claire waved her away, replying to Rich’s wall of text.

‘There she is.’ Rich waited until Stef was close enough to pass a lanyard to her. ‘Keep hold of that and follow me.’

Stef stayed behind him, walking through a hallway, past closed doors. Finally, stopping by a room that had chairs piled up outside. ‘Wait in there.’

Rich closed the door behind her, there wasn’t much in this room. It looked like storage for just about everything they had forgotten about. Stef for a moment thought this was a trick and that Jared was going to jump out and frighten her.

A door opened on the far side of the room and Jared stuck his head in. ‘Hey,’ he whispered.

‘Hey, yourself. What’s with the cloak and dagger?’

Jared turned and looked behind his shoulder, quickly moving into the room and closing the door softly.

‘C’mere,’ raising to fingers at her, curling them in beckoning motion.

‘Why are we whispering?’

‘Coz my family are in the next room, but I needed to see you.��

His thumb landed on her jaw as she made it across the room to him. ‘I knew they would ask about you but it still got me feelin’ like a kid, I was a little embarrassed.’

‘I got that,’ Stef gave him a half smile.

Jared ducked his head and kissed her softly. ‘What’s up?’

‘Sneaking around.’ She said simply.

‘I know, it’s not ideal, but I’ll take what I can get.’ Grabbing her waist he pulled her closer to him. Smothering her mouth with kisses, she hardly had time to draw breath before he was dipping in for more, holding her face tight in his hands.

He was groping down her her ass, cupping her flesh under her skirt, closing the distance between them. ‘Do you want to do this here?’ Stef gasped.

He answered by turning her around, twirling her hair in his hand and moving it over her shoulder. Running his mouth along the exposed flesh of her neck.

Feeling Jared press against her, she leaned into him. He was breathing her in, smelling her hair, her skin. Causing her to tingle all over.

‘What are you doing?’ she murmured, wishing he wouldn’t stop but aware that there were people in the next room. If someone were to come out and see them...

‘Shhhh,’ Jared brought a large hand to her mouth, keeping it there as he pushed her further into the corner, it was darker there at least, a little out of the way of the door.

‘Do you want me to take you right here?’ He whispered, taking her ear gently between his teeth. The sensation weakened her, he felt her losing control, regaining it almost straight away, worried they would be caught.

The way Jared was feeling right now, it would be over quick.

‘Jared, don’t.’ Stef whispered, placing her hands against the wall to steady herself, all the while bucking her hips back to grind her ass into his crotch.

‘Don’t?’ He teased, ‘coz your body is telling me you want it. You want me to fuck you right now?’ His hands ran down the front of her blouse, slipping his fingers inside her bra, pinching her nipples until she cried out, Jared put a hand over her mouth, a little rougher this time. ‘I won’t tell you again, keep it down.’ He warned.

Stef could feel her wetness moving down to her thighs now. The feel of his hands on her, forcing her to do what he wanted, it made her so hot.

Jared took his hands from her breasts, giving the nipples final hard tug before bringing his hand to her skirt, lifting it and pulling her panties down past her ass cheeks, just enough room for him to slip his hands between her legs to her sex. Dipping his fingers in to feel how wet she was, he licked his fingers, moaning softly. ‘I wish we had time to do more, baby. Maybe later,’ he pulled her head back so it was resting on his chest. ‘Stick your ass out for me a little more,’ he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper. But she read his tone, he was not to be disobeyed.

Putting his hands between her legs again he pushed at her thighs, ‘Open.’

‘Open!’ he said through gritted teeth when she didn’t immediately move her legs apart for him.

Stef heard the clink of his belt before feeling the heat of him. He was pushing into her already. The feel of him filling her up without warning made her groan, nipping as his fingers.

‘You feel amazing, baby.’ He bit at her neck, trying to hold back his own wanton moans.

Keeping one hand on the wall for support, Stef brought her hand to her pussy, placing a finger on either side of his cock as he rutted into her. She managed to brush against his balls, which made him thrust harder. Both of them trying not to make a sound.

‘Stop it,’ Jared said, but made no move to push her hand away, he let her continue to touch herself.

There was movement from the other room, running footsteps nearing the door before a voice called them back.

Jared pushed Stef up so she was crushed against the wall with no room to move. With her head still resting on his chest, he could look down at her and see her eyes fluttering, a sure sign she was close.

‘You want to cum, baby?’

Stef muttered something he couldn’t hear, so he grabbed her ass and dug his fingers into the flesh, knowing she loved the feeling of it.

‘You can’t make a sound, do you hear me? If I let you cum, you’ll have to be real quiet.’

Stef looked up at him as tears were beginning to fill up her eyes from the brutal thrusts he was laying into her. She could have come several times over but she was too afraid someone would hear her. If he touched her clit, she’d be done.

But he didn’t. Instead he bit down onto her neck, hard. She cried out with the pain and bit into his hand, without thinking. Jared cursed and pulled his hand away from her face, grabbing her ponytail. Clenching her teeth, she came. He watched her face scrunch up and relax, her mouth slack and falling into an o shape.

Placing a hand against her neck, he continued pounding into her, loving the feeling of her clenching around his cock.

He followed close behind, there was no possibility of him pulling out, the orgasm was too intense. Pushing his hips right up against her ass, he stopped moving. One hand on her throat, the other on her ass, he tried to steady his breathing, she was gasping for air along with him.

There were voices coming towards them. Jared pulled out and pushed her skirt down, quickly redoing his buttons and belt.

Cheeks flushed and breathing hard, they both stood to wait for the voices to pass them.

Jared sighed with relief and checked Stef, giving her a look that asked if she was ok. He could see she was shaking a little bit.

‘Sit down,’ he pulled a chair towards her.

‘Fuck,’ Stef tried to fix her hair a little. ‘Do I look ok?’

‘You look beautiful.’ Jared smiled at her, running his hands along her thighs.

‘Do I?’ Stef began fixing her blouse, finding that her nipple was still freed from her bra.

‘You look like a woman who just got fucked the way she likes it.’ Jared stilled her hands. ‘Stop fixing yourself, you’re perfect.’

‘I need a bathroom.’ Stef sat back into the chair, motioning towards her ruined panties.

Jared grimaced, ‘Sorry.’

‘It’s ok, it was hot.’ Stef crushed his face playfully with one hand and placed a kiss on his mouth.

When she left the room, she heard children running across the floor towards him.

‘Daddy, where you been?’

Stef giggled, hearing Jared grumbling an excuse, he had gotten stuck into something and had lost track of time.

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Supernatural Birmingham Convention (06/05/2018)

I realise I haven’t actually posted yet about the time I met the three men that have made such an impact on my life throughout my obsession and dedication towards supernatural. This day is by far the most surreal day that has ever happened to me and I cannot believe I got the opportunity. After many breakdowns and anxiety towards going to this convention I’m super happy I did, there was a period of time where I had decided not to go altogether because of the sheer fear towards going by myself and my anxiety towards travelling to a place I had never been to before, let alone be faced with humans which I was not sure how I would react towards. It was a very last minute ‘go you stupid person’ moment because I knew I would hate myself if I didn’t at least try because this show and community is one that has helped me through so many shitty days and moments in my life and I would just sit and either watch an episode or watch a panel so to finally experience one in real life is something I really wanted to do so and I am really proud I did.

I arrived in Birmingham at 10:11 and made my way towards the NEC which I was relieved to find out was in the same place as the station, and paced myself towards what I hoped was the convention. The first photo op was with Jensen Ackles at 10:45 so I was quickly pacing my way through the crowds as I became a girl on a mission. Jensen, aka my all time favourite and the man who I’ve looked up to, been inspired by and just bloody love was only a few moments a way and the fan in me was released. If anyone knows me personally, you’ll know just how obsessed I am with this man, l did not know if the fangirl in me would cope. I got my eticket swapped and queued, it was so surreal and then I saw him, Jensen, just casually walk by me and that is the moment it hit me. I was going to meet this gorgeous man. A lady then came round checking tickets and told me I had to leave as my number was not valid, my heart sank and I didn’t know what to do, thankfully the customer service desk was unbelievably helpful and told me not to worry and there had been a mix up so I just had to wait and queue in a sort of recycling area for those people who’s number were not valid for that day (just to clarify I was meant to go for the whole weekend, but due to my anxiety towards this convention I missed saturday and made myself go on sunday). Whilst queuing for Jensen again and after my determination to ensure I was going to meet Jensen, Jared walked past me aswell and that’s when it hit me that I was also going to meet the literal labrador human of a man next.

Moving on, it was finally time, I walked into the meet and greet and spotted Jensen and Jared finishing up a photo op, a lady approached Jensen to let him know he has 3 more fans to meet and he nodded and it just so happened that I was the first one in the queue. I was told to wait a second and then Jensen gave me the most genuine encouraging smile and suddenly all the nerves left me and it was the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. After being tired and only having one chance with him I just said hey, am I ok to just have a hug and he laughed and said of course you can, he continued to press himself into hugging me and I remember smiling, thinking his shirt was soft and smelt lovely and then I said thankyou so much, it’s really nice to meet you he said you too and gave me a rub on the shoulder and that crinkly eye thing he does when he smiles. Then it was done, and I was now queuing for Jared!

Queuing for Jared felt a lot easier, I had chatted and survived the bloke who I wanted to meet most and so when it got to the me being the next person again I never felt more chilled out. Jared opened his arms and asked me how I was and I said tired but relieved, I’ve come here from York and he was like wow, well great meeting you and I said you too and he asked what I would like to do and I said please can I just have a hug haha and he said yes of course (I was planning on asking for a piggy back but I was told I couldn’t and only asked in case I wasn’t and didn’t want Jared to feel uncomfortable saying no) I finished and looked at him and he was squatting so he didn’t look so tall and I was just like omg I love that you squatted and he laughed and said I was a very small person, but he’s also a very big person and again he rubbed me on my shoulder and said it was lovely meeting me and I said same.

Misha’s photo op was a bit of a mare getting to it but the staff and people running this convention were unbelievably helpful and caring. So, similar to Jensen, my ticket for Misha was only valid on saturday but they made it so that they had my number and I got a text saying that Misha was basically ready to meet me and that the staff knew I was coming. I went and queued in the same place I had been all day and saw all THREE of them walk past me. I went into the photo op room with a few other people, witnessed cockles as they goofed around and talked while we waited (this is when my brain was just like what the fuck is happening you’re witnessing your 3 favourite nerds be NERDS) anyway, got to the front and Misha got told about the meet and greet and he said hi and I said are we ok to do a prom style photo op and he said of course and so we proceeded and I thanked him AND HE RUBBED MY SHOULDER (I don’t get it but it’s also the most comforting thing) anyway, jensen was just watching the photo ops and I walked by and said hi to him again and he said ‘hello again’ (that word meant so much) and gave me a hand like gun motion of greeting which I can’t explain and Jared smiled at me and that was that. I had done it.

I collected my photo ops, I won’t go on to how I basically had a mission to find my printed photo op with Jensen because that was a bloody pain but I managed it and again staff were really helpful. SO yeah, I am really happy I got to see J2M live aswell, met someone who I had followed on twitter for about 3 years which is weird and she said she recognised me aswell which I was slightly internally like yay about, all in all it was an amazing experience and has just made my obsession and love grow towards supernatural and if anyone ever gets the chance I’d 10/10 recommend it.

(side-note: jensen was super attractive irl, jared’s shoulders were WIDE and misha, bless him, was knackered but still proceeded to be the prom date I never had)

#supernatural #convention #birmingham #Jensen Ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #mine

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

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Matchmaker Misha

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Y/N Collins, Briana Buckmaster

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (sorta), Misha x sister!reader, Misha x Briana (sorta)

Warnings: Cheeky Misha, flustered baby!Jensen (yep both are warnings!), mention of naked Y/N.

Word Count: 1300ish

A/N: This one fits into my College AU but like all the others it can 100% be read as a one shot.

It is also my entry for @percywinchester27 aka Ana’s PJO Quotes Challenge where my prompt was: “I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.”

Thanks to sweet wonderful lovely (yep laying it on thick - second fic I made her beta in a day) @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

MASTERLIST

“Hey Ackles!” The playful voice from the bleachers drew Jensen’s attention from baseball practice towards his voice for a brief moment. Jensen smiled and shook his head in amusement when he saw Misha waving and almost dropping the pile of papers he was carrying in the process. Jensen heard the snort from one of the players and his eyes instantly landed on the guy. He had been about to yell something at Misha, no doubt to make fun of him, but one look from the captain of the team and his gaze fell to the ground.

Misha was a journalism major and quite frankly a quirky guy. That didn’t matter to Jensen though. He didn’t care that Misha wasn’t like everyone else. Actually he enjoyed that about him. Misha was funny, kind hearted and a goof. The two of them had quickly formed an unlikely friendship and there was no way in hell Jensen was going to allow his teammates to make fun of his best friend.

Just like always when Misha showed up at the stadium, Jensen finished his practice before jogging over to where his buddy was sitting with a pencil behind his ear and his nose buried in his notes, no doubt trying to make heads and tales of what he scribbled down during his last interview.

“What’s up Mish?” Jensen chuckled when Misha jumped, clearly surprised by the sound of Jensen’s voice, lost in his own thoughts. Misha didn’t pay much attention to the jump scare nor Jensen’s amusement though. He simply pulled a face at his friend, before a smirk appeared on his lips.

“So I hear you were checking out my sister while she was swimming in the lake the other day,” Misha teased, knowing it would get Jensen feeling flustered and guilty, even if neither Misha or Y/N cared that he had been staring.

“I… No I didn’t… I mean I was looking for yo… I wasn’t… Oh shut up,” Jensen stammered as Misha started laughing so hard he nearly dropped his pile of notes once more.

“Hey, she is not that shy or innocent,” Misha laughed, tucking his notes into his backpack knowing he would end up losing them if he didn’t. “Besides she thinks you’re cute. Why didn’t you just say something?” Misha grinned, causing Jensen to blush a new shade of red.

Jensen shifted on his feet, looking everywhere but at Misha. What the hell was he supposed to say? That he choked? That he couldn’t even form words? Should he say that he tried to think of something to say? Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done, but no words had been able to pass his lips. Jensen couldn’t exactly tell her brother that, and besides all that sounded over and over in his head was Misha saying Y/N found him cute.

“Yeah? She said that?” Jensen was still more than a little flustered by the situation. Damn Collins’.

“Yes she said that, but she didn’t need too. She’s my sister. She likes you and judging by the color of your face, you like her too,” Misha looked more than a little proud of himself, chuckling as he ducked out of the way when Jensen threw his water bottle at him.

“Is that she only reason you came out here? To be a dick about me finding your sister hot?” Jensen glared at his friend, whose face suddenly looked like a man of great suffering.

“Don’t call my baby sister hot!” Misha complained making Jensen laugh jumping the bleachers, giving Misha a friendly push.

“You’re a weirdo man. You are okay with me ogling at her while she is skinny dipping but when I call her hot you look like you’re dying,” Jensen grinned when Misha flinched again.

“Okay, I’ll stop. Just stop saying that, would you,” Misha almost whined making Jensen laugh even harder before nodding and reaching out his hand to him which Misha gladly took.

“Deal. Now what do you want?” Jensen asked as he started packing his bag he had left on the bleacher before changing his shoes.

“Can’t a guy come visit his best friend without an ulterior motive?” Misha gave Jensen his best innocent face, making Jensen stop tying his shoes and sit up straight, staring at him.

“Yeah that’s not suspicious at all. Come on buddy. Spill it,” Jensen ordered and Misha let out a deep sigh, knowing he was caught and might as well get it over with. He had hoped to be more smooth about this, but Jensen was smart as hell, especially for a jock and almost always saw right through Misha’s poorly executed plans.

“Y/N wanted to go to the Mumford and Sons concert this weekend. We got tickets and I promised to take her,” Misha explained, as Jensen leaned back not getting any less suspicious about this. “Turns out Bri got two tickets too and….” Misha pulled a face, rather annoyed that he would have to admit this to Jensen, “I’ve been trying to get her to go out with me forever. She asked me to go with her so…”

“So you wanna rub your sister off on me?” Jensen asked, his eyes widening a little and his heart instantly started racing. It wasn’t like he was a Casanova or something, but he never felt like this by the thought of just being near a girl. There was something about Y/N that both made Jensen terrified and excited about the idea of going on a date with her. Even if it was a double date with her brother tagging along.

“You’re sure it’s not just not you playing matchmaker?” Jensen mumbled, as he couldn’t shake the feeling that Misha was up to something.

“Jay, have you seen Bri? I have been asking her out for 2 months now and she keeps giving me excuses, and then walking out of the shower in a towel and straight to my room asking for some crap she damn well know I don’t have,” Misha grumbled making Jensen laugh. He had only met Briana once but he liked her and he was sure she was just trying to rattle, the at times slightly cocky, Misha. By the looks of it her plan had been working since Misha was so desperately trying to not turn down this date.

“Fine,” Jensen sighed, somehow knowing he was going to regret this. “When do I pick her up?”

“Just be at our place Saturday at 7. We’ll go as a group and have dinner somewhere first,” Misha beamed jumping off the bleacher heading back towards the library building before turning around calling out to Jensen before he could disappear into the dressing room.

“Oh and Jensen… This wasn’t me playing matchmaker but I still would have, had I not needed a favor,” Misha grinned, causing Jensen to momentarily consider throwing one of his warm tennis shoes at his friend's face, before sending Misha an innocent smile as he shouted back.

“It’s okay. I’m looking forward to a date with your hot sister,” Jensen chuckled walking into the dressing room after successfully having wiped the smirk of Misha’s face, leaving him with a tortured expression instead. The grin on Jensen’s face however soon paled as it dawned on him that he would have to spend an entire evening with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The girl he turned into a stuttering mess in front off. The girl he more than anything wanted to impress, but that was difficult when the mere sight of her made him blush fifty shades of red.

“Great,” Jensen mumbled throwing his bag into his locker, praying to whoever was listening that he wouldn’t screw up this chance with her.

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Birthday Boy Blues

Jensen/Misha

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Jensen was out on stage, he loved doing these conventions. The fans were always amazing and being around the guys was always something he loved. Yeah, Danneel was cool with the relationship between him and Misha, but he still enjoyed the alone time the conventions afforded them, with no kids around and the girls back home he could relax into Misha in a way he wouldn’t allow himself at home. She had been a little surprised when he brought it up to her, but she had been open minded to the idea and even embraced it once she saw how happy he had been after he became comfortable with his feelings toward Misha. Jensen had never thought of himself as anything other than a red blooded heterosexual american male, then Misha had came along and changed all that. He still wasn’t interested in other men, although he could admit whether or not someone looked good, this was something he had always been able to do. He wondered if he would have been as accepting if Danneel had come to him asking for a relationship with someone else, even if it was someone they both knew fairly well. He wasn’t sure, but he hoped he would never have to find out. Misha and Danneel flirted around a little bit and had even both been with him at the same time. Misha had never been with her alone though at least not all the way. They were best friends so they would goof around and sometimes after quite a bit of alcohol they would get handsy but that’s usually when one or the other would call Jensen to join in.

Jensen was brought out of his thoughts by a fan addressing him with a question. Misha smiled a little amused at him when he realized he hadn’t been paying attention. Usually when he would space out like that he was remembering something they had gotten into in the nights before the panel, or even thinking about what he wanted to do or have done to him. Misha laid a hand on his shoulder, looking at him now with a little concern and Jensen just smiled and shook his head. He looked in the audience to the fan and asked her to please repeat her question, determined to pay attention this time. “So, Jensen, you have a birthday coming up. Don’t think we could ever possibly forget.” At this the entire crowd began cheering and Jensen felt his face flame up. “Yeah, I do. I seem to have one of those every year, I just don’t understand it.” The fan giggled a little bit but seemed to focus back in on her question. “So how does it feel to be almost half a century old.” Jensen spluttered a little at this comment and turned to Misha as if to ask did she really just ask that? He eventually got himself together enough to respond to the fan after the crowd had died down. There seemed to be just as many boos as there were cheers at the question. “Well, I’m only turning forty, but I guess it is closer to fifty than it is zero, but I still feel thirty so I’m not too sure.” The crowd seemed to notice his discomfort and allowed him his time to process what he was feeling about the question. Misha was answering what questions he could and deflecting the ones that were directed towards Jensen. This was part of the reason he loved doing panels with Misha. He truly understood what Jensen needed and worked extremely hard to make sure he got it. He did manage to answer a few more questions as the panel went on but the fans seemed to avoid bringing up his age anymore and Misha kept giving him sympathetic looks like he completely understood what he was feeling right now, about the mini melt down that Jensen is having in his head right now.

Then again Jensen thinks, he might just understand. After all Misha is even older than Jensen is. He forgets about that quite often. Misha is so outgoing and full of life that Jensen sometimes forgets that he isn’t some twenty something year old running around set being a goofball like the rest of them. Speaking of Misha, he keeps giving Jensen these looks, like we are so talking about this when we get back to the room. The guys on set of course know about their relationship, but they keep it pretty private because all the fans would go nuts, I mean they already have hundreds of blogs and thousands of fanfiction accounts dedicated to cockles, which he found out recently is a “ship” between him and Misha. Now that doesn’t include all the ones for Destiel, but these are based on them, the actual actors and not the characters and this makes him just a little more uncomfortable. While they are in the green room with only a few fans around because they have to sell tickets back here as well, no time for the actors to actually unwind and turn off their public persona, Misha comes up and lays a hand on his shoulder gently rubbing his thumb over the spot where his neck and shoulder come together. Jensen doesn’t really mind the fact that the fans are back here normally, but this has hit him hard and today he would really like to just curl up next to Misha for a few minutes before autograph sessions begin.

“Hey big guy, what’s going on? You still upset about that one fan’s question?” Misha always seems to know him so well. “Nah, well, yeah just a little. I guess I just sort of forgot that I was that old. I don’t really feel like I should be ‘half a century old’ but I don’t know. Do I act like it to you? Do I look like it?” Misha looked around and noticing that the only fans that had been back there had already been lead back out to the main room of the convention, sat down on Jensen lap. This of course made Jensen laugh and those little laugh lines that Misha was so in love with showed on his face. “First of all, she said ALMOST half a century, and second of all, you definitely do not look or act like an old man. I should definitely know since, you know, I am older than you. Also, because well, I don’t think old men would be able to do some of the things we do in bed.” This last part was said in a whisper against Jensen’s ear and sent a shiver down his spine. Misha would need to behave or they would be late to autographs. As it turns out that wouldn’t be a problem as Jared came bounding around the corner and plopping his long frame down onto the couch next to the couple. “Hey hey, none of that now, someone might see you, because you know, you guys are so awesome at keeping this whatever it is between you both secret. Oh, so get this, I saw something online the other day about you two. It was one of those fan story things but it was about you all not Dean and Cass.” “Don’t tell me you read those Jared that’s a little scary since, you know, you actually do know us and don’t have to just make up some stuff to post online.” Okay, so maybe Jensen was not in the best mood today, sue him. “No for real, some of them actually sound like they KNOW you. There was one I found it was called something about Cockles and it had stuff in it I swear they had to have had cameras because it was so true. That or maybe you guys just don’t keep as good a secret as you thought. Anyway just wanted to let you know, oh and I was told to let you know autographs were supposed to start about three minutes ago. Okay bye!” With that Jared bounced right back out of the room leaving it so much quieter than it had been only seconds before.

“You know those people who write the fanfiction seem to get his personality down pretty good too. He really does seem like an energetic puppy sometimes. Thank god he doesn’t pee on the furniture though.” This made both of them laugh and Misha just shrugged like he hadn’t just been talking about their friend peeing inside, just ew. Jensen and Misha then stood up to make their way to autographs and Misha stops him and leads him around the corner into a room that was just a little more private. “You know that whatever they say, you are still an amazing person and someone I want to spend the rest of my life with right?” This made Jensen blush and smile so big he thought his face would break. These are the smiles that Misha loves and the sparkle in Jensen’s eyes that he hadn’t seen much of today was slowly starting to come back. “You are such a cheese ball you know that? Of course I know that though, even if I share you with the ladies, I still love you and you keep me sane sometimes when I think I would lose my mind otherwise.” Misha gave a thousand watt smile back to Jensen and then kissed him starting around the corner back through the green room they were really late now. “Yeah but you like this cheese ball.”

So finally when they made it to autographs they were separated again, Misha had a table off to the side with Mark and Alex. Apparently they were playing up the two dads thing at this convention. Jensen of course was in the center with Jared who was waiting with his dopey grin already on display. “Have fun?” He quietly questioned as Jensen slid into his position behind the table. He just looked at him as if to say really? You want to talk about us keeping quiet? But instead he just rolled his eyes at the big puppy and started talking to the first fan in line. This was going to be a really long day. The autograph session actually went faster than he thought it would at first. There were fans there who were helping the different actors with their respective charities. He thought this was pretty awesome and actually wished he could talk to the one girl a little longer. She was the one who started it and while they were named after a certain blue eyed angel they still helped all the different charities supported by the cast. She had a beautiful pendant for him and a book. The book was a compilation of notes from different fans describing what he meant to them. This made his eyes get a little damp and he had to put that away for later, couldn’t be crying in front of everyone again.

After autographs they went to photo ops. These were always his favorite, well most of the time, because the fans always had some really out there ideas for how they should pose. He looked over to see Misha talking to Alex and waiting for their photo area to be rearranged. The photos they were doing now were the ones with him and Jared both in the pictures and believe it or not they actually had puppy ears for the big dope to wear to make him really look like a puppy. The fans in this op had also brought a net and instructed Jensen to be the dog catcher, he was sure there was some meaning behind it that he wasn’t going to think too hard on. He knew that not everyone “shipped” him and Misha and that there were quite a few who thought him and Jared were together as well. Those he didn’t understand at all. He could see that maybe he and Misha acted like they were more than just friends on occasion, those occasions were blatantly labeled on youtube, but he and Jared had only ever been friends. Granted they were best friends, on the verge of brother type of friends but lovers? No way even the thought was hilarious to him and he started grinning. The girls eat that right up, commenting on how his smile made him look so much younger. This however caused the real smile to slip right off his face and caused him to have to put the fake one back on. He really didn’t want to think about his age anymore today. His birthday wasn’t even for another few days and already he was dreading it. Finally, the photo ops with Misha came around. He definitely preferred these to the ones that he had to do with Jared and the ones with him and the fans alone. The fans usually wanted something cute with them holding hands or acting like they were kissing and he always had to act like he thought it was horrible, when in fact, these were the best. They were able to be close and semi intimate without anyone saying anything about it. Yeah, he could definitely see where they got him and Misha being together. Oh well, it was too much work to try and hide it any better.

Photo ops finally finished and away from the prying eyes of the public, Jensen was standing in the bathroom of his and Misha’s motel room. He was just standing there looking into the mirror like it held the answers to all his questions. Questions such as where did all the time go? What happened to the young guy who started out on this crazy show fourteen years ago? Hell, where was the guy that was so flustered over the cute new quy that he couldn’t remember his lines and all the other guys gave him grief over? He was starting to wonder what made Misha still want to be around him. He definitely wasn’t the attractive young actor that he used to be, and with the kids and wife at home he wasn’t able to devote very much time away from work and conventions, not nearly as much as he had once been able to. Speaking of kids and a wife at home, Jensen needed to call Danneel and let her know that his head wasn’t completely in the game tonight so if he seemed distant in his text messages that was why. She would worry about him otherwise. He really did have an amazing family. He had three great kids that thought he hung the moon and stars, an amazing wife who loved him more than anything on the planet, and Misha. Misha was a part of his family that he had never expected, but he wouldn’t know how to function without him in it now. Misha had introduced him to polyamory when Jensen had never even thought to know what it was. Why would anyone want to share their relationship with anyone else? Well it turns out that you can love more than one person without it taking away from the other. When Jensen was at home with Danneel they had family time, which sometimes included Misha and even Vickie, and these were some of Jensen's favorite times. He was able to have not only his wife and kids but Misha with him, his kids and Misha’s kids didn’t see anything wrong with all of them getting to spend time together. Holidays especially were a big thing to Misha, so they all got together and had big celebrations for even the silliest holidays.

There were times when he and Danneel would need a reset, some time just for them or for them and the kids. These times Misha never seemed jealous of, he understood because he and Vickie needed these times as well. When they were away from home however, like at work in Vancouver or at the conventions, that was Jensen and Misha’s reset time. They always stayed together while they were away, going so far as to have a place in Vancouver where they both lived while filming. Of course with Danneel being on the show there were a few weeks where they had to share the house in Vancouver but it had definitely been worth it. This had been one of the funnest times during filming recently, not only did he and Misha get to pick on her on set but they made it all better when they would return home at night. Jensen wasn’t jealous at all watching Danneel with Misha. It almost felt like home, the two people he loved the most loving each other and responding to him together, that was why he found the whole polyamory thing to be their best relationship choice yet. Jensen realized he had been off in his own head again while standing in front of the bathroom mirror as a strong set of hands made their way around his waist and up under his shirt to rest on his chest. Misha rested his head on Jensen’s shoulder and continued gently tracing the muscles on his chest. He had kept his figure because, well, Dean was a hunter. Dean was a hunter who for some reason enjoyed going topless, so Jensen kept his physique quite nice. Even for an old man, he quipped in his own mind.

“Quit that, I can tell you’re doing it again. Don’t let it get to you. You aren’t that old, and I’m not the only one who finds you sexy as hell. No, I’m not talking about Danni either, even though that’s true she does also. No, I’m talking about the hundreds of fans that came to see you today. They waited in line for hours for the photos and the autographs, even just a chance to speak to you one time for a couple of minutes. That made their entire lives.” Jensen raised his hand and placed it on Misha’s through his shirt. “God complex much?” Misha laughed and nuzzled even closer into Jensen’s neck. “Nah, just a little character bleed. Remember, Castiel was like god for a while.” This made them both laugh and Jensen was once again reminded that Misha was perfect for him. “I was about to go call Danni want to come with me out of this bathroom, I mean I know they are actually pretty clean but I just realized that I’ve spent way too much time in here tonight.” Jensen started toward the bedroom pulling Misha by the hand and when Misha pulled him to a stop and pushed him up against the wall between the bathroom door and the one that lead out into the hallway he easily fit between the smaller man and the barrier behind him. Misha unbuttoned his shirt while Jensen kept his mouth attached to Misha’s neck, just below the collar line. This was his area, the part where no one but himself, Misha, Danneel and Vickie ever had access. If they ever did a shot where misha didn’t have a shirt on they would have to cover the slightly varying shades of bruising left from Jensen’s skilled tongue and lips, but for now he wasn’t worried about it at all. They were starting to let their bodies carry their minds away as Jensen heard a sound from further into the room. Misha groaned as he leaned back to look Jensen in the eye. “That’s her ringtone isn’t it? We were just getting started.” He put on a pouty face that Jensen knew was just for show. Misha enjoyed talking to the girls as much as he did, but it wasn’t Danneel’s ringtone going off. “Nope, that’s Vickie’s new ringer on my phone. Now, why pray tell would your wife be calling me at a convention?”

Misha honestly didn’t know so he just shrugged and stepped out of the way to allow Jensen to get to his phone which had been dropped on the nightstand when he came into the room before his long stay in front of the bathroom mirror. By the time he got there it had already stopped reading and as he picked it up it beeped signaling an incoming text message. He held it out for Misha to see what had been written.

Hey sorry if I’m interrupting your all’s guy time, but have you seen my husband? I can’t seem to get him to answer his phone. Danneel was wanting to see if we could all get together after this convention and do something for your birthday. Maybe invite Gen and Jared too. It’s been forever since we all had the chance to hang out, and Sarah agreed to watch the kids for us so we could all have a few drinks and be adults instead of just parents for once. Well, anyway if you see him please tell him to call me. Thanks.

“That actually sounds like a great idea. We should totally all get together and have a huge celebration for your birthday. Might make you realize that you do still have people who care about you, and I have no idea where my phone went, if Jared took it I’m going to kill him.” Misha then went off to supposedly look for his phone so Jensen figured he’d go ahead and message Vickie back.

Sorry, he has no idea where his phone ran off to, and you can message me anytime, you know that. As far as the party, that sounds great whatever you and Danni want to do is fine with me. As far as Gen and Jared, well that will probably depend on if he took Misha’s phone or not. If he posts anything else on Misha’s twitter I’m not sure the fans are going to believe him when he says it wasn’t him.

He put the phone back down on the nightstand while laughing at his friend and boyfriend’s silly antics and went to his bag to get some fresh night clothes out. While he was getting dressed for the night his phone began ringing again. Guess people really do love him. He laughed out loud at the silliness he was feeling after spending a little while with Misha. This time it really was Danneel, she was calling because Jared told her that he may need some special attention. Jensen rolled his eyes at this, yeah that sounded like something Jared would say. He explained to her what the fan had asked him during his and Misha’s panel that afternoon and how he felt about it. She calmly sat and listened and gave support where it was needed. God he was one lucky man. He was laying on the bed still talking with Danneel when Misha came back into the room. Apparently he had found his phone as he was furiously typing away at the screen as he walked through the door. “Stupid Jared, so help me he is nothing but an overgrown child. He doesn’t have any respect for other people’s things. Can you believe this? He did it again. Why does it have to always be something stupid on my twitter feed?” Finally Misha looked up from his phone when all he received from Jensen was a low snicker. He mouthed it’s Danni as Misha sat down on the bed beside him. “Oh sorry, hey Danni! I miss your beautiful face!” She giggled at Misha’s silly comment, “miss your ugly mug too,” and he continued to type away as he stuck his tongue out at her when she clearly couldn’t see it. Jensen did let her in on the response though. He finally hung up the phone and Misha finally finished explaining to his minions about Jared’s stupidity, AGAIN. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?” Jensen asked laying his head on Misha’s chest. “Don’t know, but I feel like the lucky one most of the time.” He wrapped his arm around Jensen and they just laid there enjoying the quiet and each other while Misha’s phone was chiming continuously in the background.

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You’re such a talented writer I can’t even😍 I’ve never read a Monty story with so much depth before👌🏼. Can u pls pls do a “your first time” with Monty❤️❤️❤️

I am SO SORRY this took like FOREVER. It is very long though. Word count 6731.

A/N: This story is SMUT. 18+ ONLY. If you are under 18, please do not read. The reader is nervous in this story but she does want to have sex with him. The conversation between Montgomery and the reader is merely him attempting to calm her nerves. He is in no way trying to pressure her into anything. Use protection and please make sure you use the washroom after sex in order to prevent a UTI. As always, feedback is appreciated.

The First Time

My parents were going to be out of town for a week for their anniversary. I hadn’t told my boyfriend yet but that would change at lunch. Before I left for school, I made sure I had everything I needed. A brand-new, unopened box of condoms-bought with Tony’s help-were in my bedside drawer. Check. The lubricant-also recommended by Tony- was also stashed in the drawer, in case it would be needed.Check. I had made sure to exfoliate my legs before and after I shaved my legs and I put on my new matching underwear set. I wanted everything to be perfect tonight. Now, do not think I am naïve, I know that the first time is not a magical experience with unicorns or rainbows, but I still have some ideals about what I would like to happen. I danced around my room as I got dressed and sprayed my favourite perfume, (Your favourite perfume), on my pressure points and behind my ear. I slipped on a pair of flats and grabbed my coat and bag before bouncing out the door to drive to school.

I arrived at school with enough time to say a quick hello to my friends and get a quick kiss from my boyfriend, Montgomery, before having to run to class. I felt his eyes on my back as I caught up with Justin and Tony for Math. We made idle chit chat as we took our seats. “You tell him yet?” Tony asked, noticing my leg shaking a bit.

“No, I didn’t have time before class and I didn’t want to text him. I’m telling him around lunch. Whenever his friends aren’t around.” I explained, trying to keep my voice down so people wouldn’t make assumptions. That’s all I need. Someone starting a rumor that I’m pregnant or something. He nodded and I felt Justin tap my shoulder and I turned to face him.

“If you want, I can sit with you today and get the guys away from you for a while. I’m guessing what you want to tell him has to do with your parents being out of town?” Justin offered, raising his brow slyly. I blushed a bit and nodded at him.

“That would be great. I’ll meet you at my locker after Biology?”

“Sure. Now, what did you get for number 45 on the homework?” I laughed, shaking my head as I gave him my answer.

After a very long two classes, it was time for lunch. Justin met me at my locker as I was grabbing my History textbook. I felt someone’s eyes on me as we talked and when I turned, I spotted Monty watching us, smiling. He had long since come around to the Jensen boys being a part of my life. Justin looked up and followed my line of sight before beckoning the tall, temperamental boy over. Monty placed his arm around me and pulled me close. I said he had come around, not that he wasn’t still protective. I leaned into him as we began the trek to the cafeteria, Justin and I continuing our conversation the whole way. Monty gave input where he could, but most of the time I felt at least one of his eyes on me the entire walk.

One nice thing about dating a jock was that they’re basically Gods at liberty. People made way for us in the hall, no matter the time of day. The walk would usually take up to ten minutes from my locker to the other side of campus where the cafeteria was, but with Monty and Justin it took merely five minutes. “Make room boys. We have a visitor today.” I called as we approached. The group of athletes looked up, saw Justin with us, and began making room for him. Justin knew where my usual spot is and so of course, that is where he decided to sit. That choice left me with no other choice but to sit in Monty’s lap. He had no objections of course. There were a few comments from his friends but nothing too risqué. If there was anything deemed to be in too poor of taste, Scott or Zach put a stop to it at this point. I made myself comfortable in Monty’s lap and Bryce made a stupid comment about my wiggling that made me blush and bury my face in Monty’s neck. I felt a muscle in his neck twitch but because it was Bryce, no one said anything. Justin touched my back and I could tell he was giving Bryce the stink eye. He was the only one who hadn’t let the fact that I was still a virgin go. Sure, boys made jokes but Bryce was the only one who was an ass about it anymore.

“Leave her alone man. She’s probably getting more action than you are these days.” Zach told Bryce shortly. He understood what it was like, having dealt with the same thing from the group before he and Hannah shared that summer together. I smirked into Monty’s neck and tried to stifle my laugh. The table around me erupted into laughter.

“Yeah, yeah. Can it Zachy. I get plenty.” Bryce tried to defend himself, though I don’t think anyone believed him. My face was still buried in Monty’s neck so I took the opportunity to whisper in his ear.

“Hey babe, can I talk to you alone for a bit?” I asked quietly. I untangled one of my arms from his neck and tapped Justin’s knee. I peeked out and looked at him and Raised my brow slyly. He took the hint that now was the time. He checked his watch and jumped up.

“We have like… half an hour left of lunch left. I’m going to work out and you’re coming with me.” Justin announced to the table, leaving no room for argument. The team groaned but I heard them slowly begin to get up. I made sure to make it look like I was sleeping so Monty couldn’t get up.

“How come Monty doesn’t have to get up and come with us?” Bryce complained, trying to fish for an explanation that was none of his business.

“You want to try waking her up?” Monty asked, mild disdain in his voice. Bryce took a breath as though he was going to answer, before Justin cut him off.

“Last time I tried to wake her up for dinner at my place, she told me to shove it somewhere it wouldn’t and shouldn’t go.” Bryce must have accepted that answer because he didn’t elaborate and I heard them goofing off as the group walked away.

“Are they gone?” I asked, my voice muffled against Monty’s neck.

“Yeah, they are. Is everything okay (Y/N/N)?” He asked, concern evident in his voice. I moved so I was able to look at him before answering.

“Everything is good.” I hesitated a moment before continuing, unsure of how to proceed. “My um, my parents’ anniversary is this weekend. It’s their 25th anniversary.” I stopped again.

“Uh huh. Congratulations to them. That’s great. But why did you want to talk to me alone to tell me that?” he asked, confused.

“Well… They’re out of town for a week to celebrate. So I’m home alone. And I was wondering if you maybe wanted to… come over tonight? And stay over?” I prompted, not seeing how he wasn’t getting the hint. He simply quirked his brow at me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Monty. My parents are out of town. So I have the entire house to myself. All alone. Are you starting to see what I’m saying?” I asked him, trying to figure out if I would have to literally spell it out for him. I raised my brows a bit, suggestively and he seemed to catch on to what I was implying.

“Oh okay.” He began, and a look of understanding finally crossed his face. “Oh. OH. You mean…. Are you sure? You want to?” He asked. I nodded, grinning.

“Yes babe. I’m sure.” I assured him.

“Well alright then. I’ll meet you at your locker after school?” I nodded again and kissed his nose softly before climbing out of his lap and gathering my things. He smiled at me like he was a little kid. When the bell rang he walked me to history, both of us grinning widely and anticipating the evening ahead.

*******

I could feel my nerves grow as the evening progressed. Monty and I were in my living room watching-okay, half watching-a movie we had both seen before. Do something (Y/N). You have thought about this. You want this. Relax. I decided I needed to make a move. I looked at my boyfriend from the corner of my eye as he drew unconscious patterns on my arm. Smirking, I sat up and straddled his lap, catching him off guard. He looked up at me, surprised and laughed.

“Not often I get to look up at you shortcake.” I giggled and stuck my tongue out cutely. He smiled back and before I could second guess my actions, I leaned down to kiss him deeply. He kissed me back just as deeply and put his arms around my waist to pull me closer. The angle gave me a different vantage point and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. As our kiss became more intense and more heated, my body’s natural instincts began to take over. I felt my hips begin to rock against his lap and judging by how he bit my lip to hold in a groan, he was enjoying my actions just as much as I was. We continued kissing for a short time until I couldn’t hold my need for more off any longer.

“Monty?” I asked as I pulled away, breathless. He panted a few times before answering.

“Yes (Y/N/N)?”

“Can… can we take this upstairs please?” He nodded quickly, kissed my forehead, and pushed a section of hair behind my ear gently.

“Of course.” Trying to be graceful, I clambered out of his lap and held my hand out to help him stand. He shook his head playfully as he took my small hand and we made our way upstairs. I felt like a little kid who got away with stealing a cookie from the jar. Reality began hitting me again when we got to my room and closed the door firmly behind us.

Montgomery could tell I was nervous. I was shaking like a leaf. Why am I so nervous? Everything will be fine. “(Y/N), you know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to? We can wait.” Monty’s quiet voice said as he softly rubbed my upper arm. I looked up at him and smiled after a beat.

“I want to Montgomery. I want this. I’m just….” I started softly. I couldn’t find the words to explain how I was feeling.

“Nervous. I get it. I’ll get you through it. Everything will be okay.” He told me, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head. I took a deep breath and before I could continue, he spoke again. “I love you (Y/N). You know that right?” I looked into his eyes and saw complete sincerity. He had never said that before. Not that he didn’t show me how much he loved me with his actions, but he had never said those three words before. I grinned up at him, my eyes probably shining as bright as a kid on Christmas morning.

“I know. I love you too Montgomery.” Reaching up, I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face down towards mine. When our lips connected I saw the same fireworks as I felt the first time we kissed. He smiled against my lips when I brought my other arm up to connect my fingers around his neck. His strong arms found their place wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to him.

As I grew more comfortable with the situation, I grew bolder. I deepened the kiss and tugged slightly on his hair. He smirked into the kiss and groaned softly. He slipped his calloused hand under the back of my shirt before pulling away to look at me. I sighed at the loss of contact. “This still okay?” He asked. I nodded in response. “I need a yes or no here babe.” He told me, his voice taking on a huskier tone.

“Yes. This is okay.” I nodded quickly. He groaned at my eagerness before kissing me passionately again. My hands made their way from his neck to his chest and I ran my hands up and down his chest. My instincts had begun to take over by now. Monty’s hands moved further up my back, my shirt trailing after his expert fingers. He only broke our kiss for a moment to remove my shirt before his mouth was back on mine again. I thrust my hands to his shoulders and pushed his flannel down slightly. I tugged harder when it got stuck against the fabric of his t-shirt. Once it was down his arms, I threw it into a corner where it landed with a thud. His shirt was next to go, again only with a brief disruption to our kiss. When I threw his shirt, it hit something, and we heard a crash. We pulled away from the kiss and evaporated into a fit of giggles. That was all it took for my nerves to melt away for the time being. Once we had taken a breather, we were back to kissing each other, none of the passion lost. His hands explored my torso and I moaned softly into his mouth when his rough fingertips brushed against my hipbone. My eyes fluttered closed again as he began to kiss his way down my neck, trying to find the sweet spot to make me utter that sound again. I cried out when he lightly nipped at a spot under my ear. He groaned quietly and began to gently suck the spot. I ran my fingers through his hair a bit before I felt his hands travel lower and cup my butt carefully. He gave it a quick squeeze and lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

Monty nipped at my neck again and I made what he would later describe as the most delicious yet innocent sound he had ever heard. As he kissed lower down my neck to my chest, he shifted to hold me up by one arm and use his other hand to trail up my back to unclasp my bra. I let go of him for a quick second to remove it completely and when I leaned back slightly, he made the most carnal growl I had ever heard. He hoisted me up slightly higher and began his attack on my chest. His lips went everywhere except where I most desperately wanted them to go. He was trying to turn me on as much as possible, though at this point I could tell he didn’t need to. I moaned louder and he bit down harder, causing me to cry out loudly and pull on his hair again. He sucked in a sharp breath and gently licked the spot before walking towards my bed. He leaned down so my back was on the bed and disentangled my limbs from his body.

“You are so beautiful.” He mumbled huskily. I blushed deep red. He pushed me up the bed and climbed over me, laying on his side. I whimpered as he began touching me again. First, trailing his hands down my neck to my ribcage. Then from my ribcage, rubbing up and down to my hipbones again. He drew lazy circles on my hipbones and I in turn, reached out and ran my nails lightly against his broad chest, eliciting more quiet groans. Allowing my instincts to take full control, I quickly rolled over and straddled him. He laughed at my boldness, taken aback slightly. I smirked at him before kissing him on the nose softly. Before long, I had made my way down his jaw and found his sweet spot, slightly below his strong jawline. I mirrored his previous actions and lightly nipped and then began to suck on it. He tried to muffle a groan and wove his fingers in my hair but did not tug at all. I sighed slightly and made my way farther down his neck and lightly scratched his chest, nipping spots when he made a sound. Arriving at his hip, I began to suck and nibble, leaving a mark that he would have trouble explaining away in the locker room. I looked up and grinned proudly when he moaned out loud. I adjusted my hips and felt very clearly how much of an effect I had on him. If the feeling of his erection wasn’t enough of an indication, his sharp intake of breath was.

Having had enough of not being in control, Montgomery placed his hands back on my hips and used his honed upper body strength to roll us over so he was back on top of me. In the motion, a section of my hair had fallen in my face. I didn’t want to let go of him so I started trying to blow the hair away from my face. We both laughed as my attempts were proven to fail time and time again. Even with my partially obstructed view, I could tell he looked so carefree and happy. I want this moment to last forever. Monty moved to rest his arms by my head to shift his weight off of me and deftly pushed the strands away from my eyes. After my hair issue was fixed, he kissed me gently again. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, just enjoying one another’s presence. My body decided a moment was too long when my hips began to try and rut against his. He smirked. “Someone eager for something?”

“Maybe.” I replied, coyly. He quirked his brow and kissed my neck again.

“Sure. We can go with maybe.” He mumbled against my neck. Once again, he began to kiss down my neck and chest. Finally, only after much build up and whimpering, did he give my nipples any attention. He gently took one into his mouth and I sucked in a breath. The sensation was nothing I had felt before. It was sharp but soft and wet but warm. Giving me time to adjust to the sensation, he waited a moment before sucking harder and alternating between flicking with his tongue. As I began to relax more and my moans grew louder, he brought one hand down to rub my other nipple. I bit my lip to hold in a cry when he pinched and rolled it. I bucked my hips in response to his action as the sensations went straight to my sensitive nub. I cried out loudly when he bit my nipple gently. I tried to ask for more but all that would come out was unintelligible noises. This is turning my brain to mush. He switched nipples and repeated his actions on the other side. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on the soft parts at the base of his neck. After he mirrored his ministrations on the other side, he moved back down my chest to my jeans. My back arched as he ran his fingers along my waistband, and he played with the button. “You still want this (Y/N/N)?” He asked, checking in. I couldn’t make my brain and my mouth connect, so I simply hummed and gave him a thumbs up as I nodded. Thankfully, Monty took that as enough of an agreement, and he undid the button and lowered my zipper. I whimpered at his slow pace. He chuckled once again at my impatience and wiggled my pants down my hips. I lifted my hips up to help him and he pulled them off the rest of the way down my legs. They got stuck on my feet and I kicked and flailed to get them off as we once again broke into a fit of giggles. With more force than I expected, I kicked them across the room where they landed with a thud on the hardwood. When Montgomery stopped and sucked in a breath at my body, clad only in lace underwear, I immediately went to cover myself thinking the worst. He leaned over and grabbed my arm to stop me.

“No don’t. I’m just in awe.” He muttered, placing a kiss to the center of my chest. I smiled shyly and placed my arm back down. My nerves were starting to come back the closer we got to the act. As though he could read my racing mind, Monty leaned over and stroked my face softly to soothe me. I relaxed a bit and nuzzled my face against his palm instinctively. Monty smiled again and kissed my neck gently as he returned to his position, sitting between my legs. I took a deep breath as he ran his hand up my leg, stopping at my knee, and switching to the other leg before moving further up to my thigh. I tried not to giggle as he brushed a spot on my inner thigh. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he arrived at the waistband of my underwear. I whimpered as he played with it in an attempt to make him move faster. Why is he taking so long? I want it now. When that didn’t work-it seemed to make him go even slower if that was possible- I began to buck my hips. In response Montgomery simply placed his hand on my hip and gave me a pointed look to keep me still. I whimpered and pouted again but he continued his teasing. He was really trying to make this about me, and the foreplay was not going to stop evidently. In an attempt to get my mind off of hoe badly I wanted more, I let my eyes wander up and down his body. Sports have done this man well… wait a second.

“You’re still wearing pants.” I hadn’t realized I spoke aloud until I heard a very unsexy snort from my usually at least a little suave boyfriend.

“Yes. At least I know I don’t need to take you to the eye doctor yet.” He joked back. I smirked at him in return and tried to reach for his belt. The years of sports not only did amazing things for his physique, but also his reflexes. The hand playing with my underwear suddenly moved to grab my wrist. “Ah ah ah. You’ll get to have your fun soon enough (Y/N/N).” I groaned but listened as he began to slowly lower my underwear. I lifted my hips slightly to assist him and he stopped his actions. “Still.” He told me, his voice growing gravellier by the minute. He put my underwear back where they were but before I could protest, he began to rub my most intimate spots over the fabric. I moaned loudly and began to claw at the sheets. I looked down just in time to see him kiss the spot where my waistband rested as he continued to draw lazy yet controlled circles around my clit. He let go of my hip as my body once again took control and my hips began to rock slowly.

“Babe, please? More.” I pleaded quietly.

“Ask and you shall receive.” Montgomery mumbled. Closing my eyes, I felt him pull down my underwear and slowly drag the flimsy fabric down my legs. He pulled them off my legs and once again, kissed and nipped his way back up my legs. When he arrived at the apex of my thighs, he tested the waters and languidly blew on my sensitive vulva to gauge my reaction. When I jumped and gasped he made a guttural sound of approval. Monty tentatively so as not to surprise or overwhelm me, readjusted and lightly ran his finger up and down my folds. Again, my hips bucked slightly and I moaned. My nerves had seemed to melt away at this point and I had begun to squirm more the more he touched me. when his fingers brushed my clit, I let out a short scream at the sensation. I could hear the smirk on his face as he did it again and my hips bucked yet again.

Once Monty had determined that my body was physically ready for penetration, he looked up at me, his eyes questioning. I nodded and took a deep breath. I knew there would be some discomfort even with how much foreplay there was. “This is going to be uncomfortable, but it should get better soon.” He explained, carefully. I groaned and nodded again, willing him to continue and get it over with so to speak. He gathered some of my wetness on his fingers again and I felt him tease my entrance.

“Montgomery please. I need it. Please just do it.” I begged, trying to urge him to continue so I could get passed the uncomfortable part.

“Alright sweetheart. Take a deep breath and relax okay?” I did as he instructed and I felt a single finger enter me. The first little bit didn’t hurt but then the discomfort began to come into play. I moaned in discomfort and shifted, unsure if I was trying to coax his finger deeper or trying to get away from the sensation. “Shh baby. It’ll be over soon. Just a little more.” Once his finger had slid all the way in, he gave me a moment or two to adjust before he began to slowly and gently thrust. The discomfort began to dissipate, and I started to relax again.

“More please. This is nice.” I asked, breathily. Monty grunted and shifted his body up so he could kiss me deeply. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. As he began to speed his thrusts, my moans grew louder and I tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. He growled at my actions and pulled away to nip my neck. My back began to arch and my praises of his actions began to become more and more unintelligible. He must have taken this as a cue that I was ready for more as I felt more stretching, with less discomfort, as he added another finger. The feeling was exquisite. I could only imagine what it would feel like when his cock was stretching me. Unwrapping my arms from his neck, I squirmed a bit to adjust and clutched his shoulders. He continued his exploration and when his fingers brushed that wonderful spot on my front wall, I dug my nails into his shoulders and dragged them down his back. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked as though a lightbulb had gone off in his head as he smirked that infuriatingly sexy smirk and brushed the spot again. Again, my back arched and I began to feel a tightening in my abdomen. My eyes began to widen and then close repeatedly. I knew what was coming. He knew what was coming. As he continued to massage that spot, the knot began to get tighter and tighter. It felt as though I was going to combust. His thumb began to make small, deliberate, quick circles around my clit and the knot came undone. Though we both knew what was coming, neither of us were expecting the feral growl that was ripped from my throat. I froze and looked at Monty, my eyes wide. Monty stared back at me as though he was seeing me for the first time all over again. A proud smile that he tried to hide as a smirk broke out on his face. After all this time he still tries to hide behind his trademark smirk. My strange loveable man.

“I didn’t think such a small person could make that kind of sound. That was kind of hot.” He commented with a raised brow. I smirked back at him and my eyes trailed down his toned chest and torso to his jeans. My eyes darted up and down from his face to his jeans several times in a silent question. I bit my lip suggestively and felt a blush begin to creep up my neck. Monty nodded at my unspoken question and rolled off of me. I smiled and rolled over to straddle him again, my nudity not even a thought anymore.

“Your turn.” I told him suggestively. I kissed his nose playfully and began to move down his neck and chest. I nipped at certain spots on my way down when he moaned and grunted in approval at my actions. When I got to his waistband, I stopped and looked up at him. My eyelids felt heavy with lust but my nerves crept in again. What if I do it wrong? What if he doesn’t like it? What if I’m bad at it? Thoughts ran through my head at a mile a minute, and Monty took note of my hesitation.

“Hey (Y/N/N). It’s okay. Just breathe.” I still stared at him hesitation clear on my face. “(Y/N), are you okay? Do you want to stop? It’s okay if you do.”

“No. No I want this. I’m just… what if I’m bad at it or you don’t like it?” I asked, finding my voice and expressing my concerns.

“I can assure you that no matter what you do, it will be amazing. I will be here to guide you every step of the way. Just take a few deep breaths and relax. I love you.” He explained kindly. I took a breath to center myself and felt myself relax again. I nodded confidently at him and went back to what I was doing. I took a page out of his book and played with the button on his pants while I built up the courage to go further. His moans and groans spurred me on and I slowly undid the button and pulled his zipper down, tooth by tooth. He shifted so he could help me take them off. There was no point in me trying to still him as he had me, due to our size and strength difference. I pulled his jeans down further and moved so he could kick them off. When I took in the bulge in his boxers, I glanced up, caught his smirk and winked at him. I briefly played with the waistband, but my eagerness returned in full strength and I quickly pulled them down. I blinked slowly and gulped when I saw his cock in its full glory as it hit his stomach. Holy hell. I tentatively reached out and dragged my fingers up the underside. I was very gentle at first but when I heard his sharp inhale, I knew I was doing something right, or at least not wrong. I continued running my fingers up and down, occasionally letting my nails run down lightly. As my confidence grew, I decided it was time to wrap my hand around his member. Again, my ministrations were tentative at first until I heard a curse under his breath and his hips bucked lightly. I squeezed slightly and stroked up and down slightly faster. He groaned louder and I smiled to myself triumphantly. This is fun. I guess I’m good at it. I giggled in my excitement and his hips bucked again. I decided to take a chance and squeeze a little harder and let my nails dig in slightly. He moaned loudly at that. So far, he hadn’t needed to instruct me at all. I stroked faster as my instincts took over once again. Monty gasped and he moved to grab my wrist.

“Stop.” He ground out. I immediately let go of his cock and looked at him with my eyes wide in alarm. Oh shit what did I do? He must have recognised the fear on my face because he cut in quickly before I could say anything. “It’s okay. That was amazing. I just got too close is all. Everything is okay.” I visibly relaxed as my shoulders lowered back to their natural position. He sat up and leaned forward to kiss me and pull me close to him. Nestled in his lap as we kissed, without warning, he flipped us over so I was underneath him again. “You sure you haven’t done that before, you little minx?”

“No I haven’t. Scouts honour.” I giggled. He smiled at me and kissed my nose.

“Alright, I believe you.” He said dramatically. I rolled my eyes playfully at him. Suddenly his tone turned serious. “Are you absolutely positive that this is what you want (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Yes. One hundred percent sure Montgomery.” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck again to pull him in for a kiss. He smirked into the kiss and we made out for a few minutes, both of us fighting for dominance. He won out in the end and we could feel the shift in the air. It’s time. It’s going to happen. He looked into my eyes lovingly and I leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Condoms are in the drawer of my nightstand.” I nipped his earlobe and he muttered something I couldn’t catch. Monty moved the hair out of my face before he got up to get and put on the condom. My excitement grew as I heard the rip of the foil and I watched him roll it down his cock. I watched him crawl back onto my bed and climb back into position above me. He stroked my face again, lightly dragging his fingertips along my cheek.

“This is going to be more uncomfortable than when I was fingering you. If it hurts too much I need you to let me know so I can slow down or stop, okay (Y/N/N)? I’ll try to keep the pain to a minimum and I’ll go slow but it depends on the person how much it hurts. Remember to breathe. I’ll be right here talking you through the pain and discomfort.”

“Okay. I know. I’ll remember. Please just do it?” I just want to get to the good part. I pleaded, my eyes wide as I looked into his eyes. His pupils took up almost all of the colour in his eyes. He kissed me tenderly again as he reached down to line himself up with my entrance. When I felt him begin to press forward, I took a deep breath. I whined in mild discomfort when he pressed further. He stilled and let me adjust for a few minutes until I nodded. He pulled back and pushed forward a little further this time. I winced slightly and again, he stilled until I let him know it was okay. We continued this pattern until he finally was able to slide all the way inside of me. I moaned loudly at the fullness and clawed at his back. He waited a few minutes to allow me to adjust to the size and sensation of being filled to such a degree. After I adjusted, he began to slowly thrust in and out, his pace increasing with the volume or frequency of my moans. A few moments of adjustment and getting used to the sensations I was comfortable enough to voice what i wanted. “Monty faster please.” Became somewhat of a whispered-or cried out yell-mantra of mine. The faster he thrusted, the more vocal I became and the more I dragged my nails down his back. He also became more vocal as well. He was consistently whispering dirty things in my ear. His words varied from how good it felt to be inside of me to all of the other ways he couldn’t wait to take me later on.

For the second time that night, I felt the knot begin to tighten in my abdomen again. I cried out as his cock hit that spot inside of me that brought me to the edge last time. He nipped my neck harsher than before. I cried out his name and my hips bucked as though my lower body was convulsing. Montgomery took that as his signal to once again, move his hand to draw those same tight, calculated circles around my clit. The knot continued to tighten until it could tighten no more. It snapped and I screamed as he fucked me through my second orgasm of the night.

My orgasm finally subsided after what seemed like hours. My brain was still firing on all cylinders and my nerve endings felt like they had been shocked. I was sure I had drawn blood on Monty’s back but I knew he wouldn’t care. I felt his thrusts begin to become less structured and sloppier as he neared his finish. I whimpered and seductively begged him to release the tension I knew was building for him. He let out a few grunts and I felt his cock twitch inside me. I want to feel that again. As much as possible.

After Monty finished, he carefully pulled out, trying not to hurt me. I groaned at the loss of fullness and the slight discomfort. He rolled onto his back and pulled me close, our breaths coming out as heavy pants. “That was… amazing.” I said, still trying to catch my breath. He nodded and hummed in agreement. Finally, we had caught our breath and my head had cleared some. Before I could get too comfortable beside him, I felt him begin to get up. I groaned in protest and grabbed his wrist.

“I’ll be right back, just going to get a washcloth.” He whispered. I felt him get up and heard the water running in my bathroom, though I wasn’t really focused on more than the fact that my legs felt like jelly and how soft my sheets were. As quickly as he left, he was back and spreading my legs again. I felt the warm washcloth gently wipe my thighs clean and then travel upwards to clean the rest of my intimate areas. I flinched slightly at the contact with my still sensitive nub and he muttered a quick apology. Once I was clean, he crawled back into bed and pulled me close. Monty’s arm laid across my torso and he placed a kiss to my shoulder. It quickly became apparent that the pressure building in my torso was not due to the weight of his arm, but rather a more innate need. Shifting myself out of his grasp to sit up, it was his turn to groan in protest.

“Nature calls. I’ll be right back. Keep my spot warm.” I told him and kissed his cheek. After my needs were taken care of, I found his shirt laying on the floor and slipped it on. I climbed back into bed and pulled his arm back around me. I noticed that while I was in the washroom, he had put his boxers back on. He kissed the top of my head and nuzzled his face in my hair. “Thank you. That was better than I could have imagined.” I muttered, feeling sleep begin to take over.

“Of course. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He said, unable to keep the slight smirk I’m positive he was wearing, out of his voice. I only hummed in response and pulled his arm up to cradle it against my chest. I felt my body continue to succumb to sleep and vaguely heard him mutter for me to sleep. When I woke up several hours later, the sun was beginning to rise, and Montgomery was snoring softly beside me. I checked my phone and saw it was just before five o’clock in the morning. I sighed softly and rolled over, tucking my head against his neck and placing my hand against the middle of his chest. His arm came around my back and pulled me closer still and held me as I fell back into a peaceful slumber.

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Convention Blues

Title: Convention Blues Square Filled: Handjobs Pairing: Jared x Reader Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut Summary: Watching (Y/N) hold her first ever panel at a convention has more of an effect on Jared than he would have never thought. Word Count: 1424 Created for: @spnkinkbingo

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“What’s it like to be on the same show as your husband?” the fan asked.

Jared had just walked behind the main stage of the convention to catch the last few moments of his wife, (Y/N) Padalecki, panel. She had just join the show as a reoccurring character that butted heads with Sam Winchester. Having her in Vancouver more often had help his depression and homesickness. He watched as a soft smile spread across her lips before she walked towards the side of the stage.

“It’s interested to work with Jared. To me, he has and always will be Tex since we on the set of Gilmore Girls. To see his,” she faked cough, “professional,” she faked couch again, “side is a real treat. More so, to see the second family he has surrounding him.”

(Y/N) paused smiling brightly out to the audience, “Seeing all of you, well words can’t quite describe. I just want to thank every single one of you for moment. Y’all have no idea how much you have help Jared, what you mean to him and just how much you are a part of him every day. Without your love and support, I don’t even want to think about where he would be right now. So, thank you all so much.”

Jared’s heart was bursting with admiration for his wife. She chuckled looking towards the fan who asked her the question, “To answer your question honestly, it’s been wonderful but he’s also a great big pain in the ass sometimes.”

Everyone started laughing including Jared backstage. He watched her captivate the audience with her beauty and wit. Part of him was so proud of her, but a bigger part of him was jealous. He did not want to share her with anyone else and now thousands of people were falling instantly in love with her while she spoke on stage. He wanted to run up there and whisk her away to a far away island where they could just be together all alone.

Jared heard the band playing as she walked off stage. Seeing her cheeks flushed from the stage lights and the way she bounced down the small set of stairs had Jared’s body reacting on impulse. Rushing over to her he grabbed her hand pulling her down a blocked off hallway before anyone could get to her.

“Jared, what the hell?” she asked having a hard time keeping up with him.

He flung open the door of an empty meeting room and pulled her in pushing her against the door shutting it. Never before had he been more thankful that she was wearing a skirt. His lips crashing down to hers as he locked the door. (Y/N)’s hands were gripping his biceps as one of his arms wrapped around her waist holding her firmly against him.

“Jesus Jared, what has gotten into you?” she asked breathlessly as his lips traveled down her neck.

His other hand hiked up her skirt running his long fingers against her soaking panties, “Shit baby always wet for me.” He said nipping at her neck.

“Well yeah, when your hot as fuck six foot five husband drags you into a room and attacks you with his body can get a girl worked up.” She said grinding her hips against his hand. “Jared, please we have ops soon.”

He pushed her panties to the side letting his fingers glide over her slick lips until he pushed two fingers deep within her. She let out a deep, raspy moan as he slowly pumped in and out of her. His cock was aching within his jeans, but she was right they had joint ops followed immediately by his panel with Jensen. His cock was just going to have to wait while he brought her to the release she was begging for now.

“Jare… Jared please faster. God, I need you to move… fuck!” he was pumping into her hard now. The sounds of her juices all over his hand echoed throughout the room.

(Y/N) was holding onto him tightly as she grinding her clit against the palm of his hand. Her walls were tightening around his fingers and she was close to coming. He kissed the crook of her then gently bit it commanding her, “Come now baby.”

“Oh god! Jared!” she cried out her body trembling against his as she shamelessly grinded her hips against his hand.

“Baby, that was so hot, but we have to go now.” He whispered through his gritted teeth. His harden length almost painful with no release in the near future.

Their photo ops went great and he loved how the fans were giving (Y/N) all the love with their poses. For the first time in his career, he finished their ops early and had about ten minutes to relax before his panel. This time (Y/N) was the one dragging him down the same hallway to the same room they were before.

“(Y/N), we don’t have time…” she cut him off with her lips on his. A deep groan vibrating throughout his chest as she stroked his cock through his jeans.

“Hands against the door, Padalecki.” She commanded as his eyes went wide.

(Y/N)’s character was a by the books sheriff who was working with Jody Mills. In a recent episode, she had Sam against a wall frisking him as he was caught breaking into an abandon building. After filming the scene, he admitted to her that all he could think about was her hands reaching around him and getting him off. Which was why it took them so long to get the scene filmed since he kept goofing off with her.

As Jared placed his hands on the door and spread his legs slightly, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his waist letting her hands ran along his length. “Hmm, seems like your packing something here. I will need to see what it is.”

He let out a soft moan as she undid his belt and jeans. The pressure being relieved from his cock felt wonderful. Then he looked down seeing only her small hands slipping down into his boxers. “Fuucck.” He mumbled as he felt her giggle against his back.

“Sorry, that’s all the time for role playing we have for right now.” She whispered pulling his cock from his boxers and her hands wrapping around it.

Watching her hands work over his cock was better than any porn film he had ever seen. He never got why so many men loved handjobs when they could be in a woman’s mouth or pussy. Now, seeing his fingers slide over his length made him groan pushing his hips against them.

“Baby, faster.” He grunted as one hand started jacking him off swiftly. Her other hand gently cradling his sack making his head fall forward, “Yes, fuck (Y/N) just like that.”

Her hand was gliding over his swollen head and his hips instinctively were snapping into her hand. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly as her hand softly squeezed his balls making him cry out. “Shit! Fuck I-I’m c-com…”

His orgasm hit him hard and fast as his seed squirted out hitting the door in front of him. A lot of it trailing down over (Y/N)’s hand as she continued to pump him slowly until his body finally relaxed.

Cleaning himself with his boxers and putting them back on, Jared turned around to see (Y/N) licking the last traces of his orgasm off her hand. She looked up smiling proudly at him as his jaw slacked.

“This con cannot end soon enough. Fuck.” He whispered already feeling his cock twitching inside his pants.

She pulled his lips to hers then said, “We have all day tomorrow to fuck all around our hotel room. For now, you have a panel to get too.”

He sighed heavily nodding but first he pinned her against the table behind her as his tongue invaded her mouth. He just wanted to see what kind of effect this whole experience had on her. His hand slipped between her legs while his fingers slipped inside her panties. “Jeez Jared, we don’t have time for you to be doing this.” She said biting her lip.

“I know. I really just wanted to see how wet you were after jerking me off.” He backed away from her as she rolled her eyes.

When they opened the door, Jensen was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest looking sternly at them, “You two done? We have work to do.”

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Secret Santa

Summary: The reader is participating in the SPN cast & crew Secret Santa exchange for the first time when she ends up drawing Jensen’s name...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 4,400ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Written for a friend :) Enjoy!...

You yawned as you rested your head in your hand, watching the camera reset back into position, Jensen smiling from the other side of the table in the bunker set.

“What are you looking at goof?” you asked, smiling back at him.

“Uh, it’s the first day back from Thanksgiving break,” he said, still wearing that big charming smile.

“Yes, because we’re all overjoyed to be working a 12 hour day after having the past week off,” you teased.

“Oh, I forgot. You’re a rookie,” he teased right back.

“Rookie mistake?” asked your A camera operator.

“Rookie mistake,” said Jensen with a tsk.

“Rookie mistake, Y/L/N? I thought we knew you better than that by now,” said your B camera operator before the small crew in the bunker library was all sharing giggles.

“I hate working with all of you,” you said, biting your bottom lip when they started to laugh. “Come on, one more take and we all get to go home.”

“Rookie mistake,” said the boom guy, your jaw dropping.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. Even I know-” said Alex before Jensen held up a hand.

“Ah, ah. Don’t be spoiling nothing for the rookie, pup,” said Jensen with a smirk.

“If it makes you feel any better, I was rookie last year,” said Alex. “Also, I am so calling you old man from now on.”

“Old man can kick your ass, pup,” said Jensen. Alex opened his mouth but realized Jensen probably very well could. “Besides, let’s not ruin the surprise, hm?”

“You are such a tease. Every last one of you,” you said, pointing at them all.

“Duh. You knew what you signed up for in the spring,” said Jensen, getting a waving finger. “Yeah, yeah. Come on rookie and pup, let’s finish this up so we can get to the good stuff.”

You heard a knock at your trailer door as you finished packing up your bag to go home, slinging it over your shoulders before you pulled the door open.

“Hi,” said Jensen, standing there with a tired but friendly smile. “Heading home?”

“After the staff meeting. I don’t feel like we’ve ever gotten one at the end of a day. Is this normal?” you asked, grabbing your phone and car keys, locking up your trailer after yourself.

“It’s nothing to worry about. It’s a fun thing we do for the holidays around here is all,” he said. “I...the rookie thing wasn’t bothering you today, was it? I know we can take that stuff a bit far sometimes.”

“No,” you said, bumping his shoulder, giving him a smile. “I’m just a bit tired.”

“Tired? We just had a week off,” he said, adjusting his own backpack as you walked.

“My break wasn’t awesome. You know how family can be,” you said.

“Not particularly. My family’s always gotten along, even if we all are a bit weird and dorky,” he said. “I realize why you sounded so off in our phone calls now though.”

“I traveled all the way to Maine to deal with...sorry. We’re going to do something fun you said?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “Rookie.”

“Okay, this is technically my second season on the show so-”

“Technically it’s your first full season on the show. Guest starring end of last season don’t count. Rookie,” he teased.

“You’ll pay for that, Ackles,” you said, booping him on the nose.

“Oh will I, Y/L/N?” he said, moving his arm around to pull you in front of him, starting to give you a noogie.

“Jensen. Jensen Ross Ackles! You are at your place of work, young man!” you said, Jared snorting as you watched him walk past.

“This is the most professional he’s ever acted,” said Jared, squishing your cheeks together before he headed towards set, Jensen chuckling as he helped get most of your hair out of your face.

“Boys,” you said, grabbing Jensen’s arm when he almost tripped over a set of cables running on the ground. “Careful, Jay. It’s your turn to buy dinner.”

“Ah, I see why you keep me around,” he said, righting himself, walking a little more slowly across the lot over to the bunker set. You yawned and rocked back on your heels, ready for some dinner in Jensen’s apartment and followed by a hot soaking bath in your own before bed.

A good chunk of the cast and crew was there, everyone lining up and jotting something down on slips of paper before they tossed them in a big basket.

“Write your name down,” said Jensen when you got up there. You did as told, placing it in the basket and moving aside, the line finishing up quickly after you. Someone turned a big handle on the basket and the paper jumbled together, mixing it all up.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen. The 2018 Supernatural Secret Santa has the same rules as last year. $25 dollar limit. Only one secret santa per person. Gift exchange will take place on the last day of filming this year, right before the winter break. Any questions, please contact Nina, one of our lovely costume designers or myself as we are heading up the exchange this year. Does anyone have any questions?” asked Chad. “No? Alright. Step up and pick a name. If you draw your own name, stick it back in and draw again. Alright let’s go. I got a Buffalo Bills game to get home to.”

“He’s a fan of the Bills?” you whispered to Jensen. “Seriously?”

“Take pity on him. He’s Canadian,” whispered Jensen. It took a minute to get the line going again but once it was, people were out of there, saying goodnight to each other once they got their names.

Jensen shoved his hand inside and quickly glanced at the paper he’d grabbed before shoving it in his pocket. He stepped out of the way, waiting for you. You were glad you were tired because you were pretty sure your face would have shown who you’d gotten.

Jensen Ackles

You folded the paper up and put it in your jeans, Jensen smiling when you caught up with him.

“Get someone good?” he asked. You whipped your head up, giving him a smile.

“Mhm,” you said. “You?”

“Yup,” he said, stealing your car keys out of your hand. “I drive, you run in and pick it up on the way home?”

“Did you order yet?” you asked.

“Just did,” he said, twirling your keys around. You passed Cliff and Jared on the way to your car, Jensen saying he was riding home with you. Occasionally he did get a ride in with you and sometimes he even convinced you to come in with him if you were on the same shooting schedule for the day. He didn’t often drive for you though and you wondered what was on his mind.

“Hey, Jen,” you said once your seatbelt was on. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. You nodded, Jensen sighing.

“Just going home for the holidays...it can be a bit lonely, you know?” he said. “My siblings all have spouses and families and I’m the one crashing in my childhood bedroom by myself having my parents convince me I’m not a lost cause.”

“You know what you need right now?” you said, Jensen turning in his seat. You reached your hand out and traced a finger under his jaw, Jensen staring to laugh as you tickled him.

“Y/N, Y/N, I need to drive!” he laughed, squirming away until you finally relented. “I’m not even ticklish there.”

“Sure, you’re not,” you teased, scratching his jaw as Jensen chuckled. “I wanted to see a smile on that face of yours.”

“You always make me feel better when I’m down,” he said, smiling at you before suddenly turning away. “We should head out.”

After dinner at Jensen’s you headed down a few floors and to the other side of the building to your place, settling into your soaking tub, playing with some bubbles while you tried to think of what to possibly get him. A gift card was easy since you knew where he shopped and ate out. But it was impersonal and Jensen was your best friend. You were planning on getting him an actual Christmas present, had gotten it already, a pair of tickets to some pro golf thing where he could basically swing around clubs with the pros for a few hours and get some pointers. It sounded expensive but once you factored in the family discount your mom had swung for you with her friend, it was practically no cost at all.

You wanted to do something like that again, something he’d really love. All you kept thinking of though was stupid crap like an extra phone charger or heaven forbid, socks. You jolted up in the tub when your phone rang, quickly climbing out and grabbing it without looking.

“Hello?” you asked.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Jensen. “Just me.”

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” you asked, throwing on your robe and undoing the tub. You walked into your bedroom, frowning at the clock. “I thought you were heading to bed early, catch up on some sleep.”

“Um...I did. I...shit, forget about it,” he said. “Night.”

He hung up and you pouted, calling him back but getting no answer.

“Ackles…” you grunted. You threw on your pajamas and grabbed your key, heading up to his apartment, knocking more than a few times before it opened up.

“What-”

“You call me like that and then don’t answer? Of course I’m coming to check on you,” you said, walking past him into the dark apartment. He sighed and closed the door, rubbing his eyes. His hair was tousled, shirt a little off. “You were asleep before.”

“Yeah. I was just about back asleep too when you showed up,” he said.

“Well why’d you call me?” you asked.

“I had a nightmare, alright?” he said, rubbing one of his arm, pulling at the sleeve of his t shirt. “I just...I’m fine. I just wanted to hear your voice for a second. I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

“Do you want me to stay over tonight?” you asked.

“What? No, seriously, Y/N. I’m fine. I shouldn’t-”

“Jensen,” you said. “There was totally that time I freaked out over a noise and you spent the night in my apartment because I was scared.”

“That was different,” he said.

“What? Boys aren’t allowed to be scared?” you said.

“No, we are. I just…” he said, scratching his head. “You aren’t leaving, are you.”

“You have a guest room. I’ll crash here, okay? If you have another nightmare, I’ll come wake you up,” you said. He opened his mouth but you put your hands on your hips, Jensen dropping his head. You stepped over and gave him a hug, Jensen tensing at the contact for a moment before he relaxed and returned it.

“You were in an accident. I couldn’t save you,” he said quietly. You looked up at him, Jensen staring across the room, avoiding your gaze. “The nightmare.”

“I’m right here, Jay,” you said, giving him a smile, wrapping your arms even tighter before you leaned back, picking him up off the ground, and let out a whoof. “You are heavier than I thought you’d be.”

“Well put me down, goofball,” he chuckled. You shook your head and slowly waddled down the hall to his bed, Jensen laughing his ass off by the time you got there.

“We are so doing a piggyback ride next time,” you said, bonking his nose when he was set down, throwing his covers back on him, a smile on his face. “Night, Jens.”

“Night, Y/N.”

You woke up to Jensen shaking you awake, eyes flashing open.

“Morning,” he said sleepily. “You got a eight am call time. Better get downstairs if you want to be on time.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you said, stretching for a second before you rolled out of bed and stepped into your slippers. “Sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, a bit of color in cheeks that was barely noticeable. “Thanks for last night. I mean, making sure I was okay.”

“S’never a problem, Jensen,” you said, yawning as you walked down the hall. “I’ll see you at work later.”

“Later, Y/L/N.”

You were taking a break between scenes on Tuesday, heading back to your trailer when you saw an envelope taped to the outside of it.

Your Secret Santa

“Oh, this’ll be good,” you said, ripping it off and heading into your trailer. You tore it open, pulling open a small typed out piece of paper.

Y/N,

I’m your Secret Santa. I know you’re new to set this year but I feel like you’ve been having a good time working with us all. We certainly enjoy working with you. You’re not only very talented, but kind and humble as well, something you may take for granted but I don’t, especially in this industry. Your personality has been refreshing around here and quite honestly, I look forward to the times I get to work with the cute new girl. Here’s to figuring out the perfect gift for you.

From,

Your SS

“Oh my…” you said, a knock at your door making you shriek. You heard Jensen chuckle as you called him in, Jensen laughing when you pursed your lips at him. “You startled me.”

“Scaredy cat,” he said, hopping up on your kitchen counter. “What’s that?”

“This? This is a letter from my secret santa,” you said, handing it to him.

“Letters aren’t a part of the exchange,” said Jensen reading it over. “Oh. Sounds like your secret santa has a bit of a crush on you.”

“Well that’s obvious,” you said, taking the letter back.

“Are you freaked out or…” said Jensen.

“No, no. I’m surprised is all,” you said. “What are the odds that someone who has a crush on me would be my secret santa?”

“About one in two fifty?” teased Jensen. You rolled your eyes and took a seat. “You think someone’s messing with you?”

“Jared does like to prank me,” you said.

“Yes but Jared doesn’t pull pranks like that. You got an admirer out there somewhere,” said Jensen with a smile. “It’s cute.”

“Yeah. I really need to figure out my own secret santa though before I can investigating who has a crush,” you said.

“Need any help?” asked Jensen. You laughed, shaking your head.

“No, no. I can handle it. Want to run some lines?” you asked.

“Sure thing, rookie.”

Friday afternoon you got back to your chair at the end of your filming day, cocking your head at the green envelope sat in it.

“Oh, did the secret santa strike again?” teased Jared, laughing as you whacked his arm.

“Another letter? Lucky you,” joined in Jensen, collecting his things before he ran back to his trailer to change for another scene. You shoved your phone in your pocket and headed back for your own, tearing open the letter while you walked.

Y/N,

I hope my first letter didn’t startle you. I know you’re the kind of girl that’ll put on a tough face so I really do hope I didn’t cross a line. You’ll find out who I am soon. I probably shouldn’t have mentioned that whole you’re cute thing since now you’re going to know exactly who has a crush on you and I won’t be able to deny it.

Forgetting my current embarrassment and most likely future rejection for the time being, I think I’ve found the perfect gift for you.

Have a great weekend, Y/N. You absolutely killed it this week.

From,

Your SS

“Wow,” said Jared. You jumped when you felt him right behind you, reading over your shoulder. “Poor dude thinks he’s already screwed it up just by calling you cute.”

“Jare, privacy?” you asked, folding up the sheet and shoving it back in the envelope.

“Oh, alright,” said Jared with a smirk. “I’ll just go on my merry old way then…”

“You know who it is, don’t you,” you said.

“Uh, duh,” said Jared.

“Want to help a girl out then?” you asked.

“Nope. I was given full permission to reveal I know who he is though because quote, ‘he doesn’t want to seem like a weirdo creeper’ to you,” said Jared. “Trust me, he’s the exact opposite.”

“Well you can tell him it’s fine. It’s cute, like someone leaving notes in my locker in school,” you said.

“I’ll be sure to pass it along,” said Jared, ruffling your head. “I’m heading home for the weekend. See you on Monday?”

“Have a safe flight,” you said, giving him a quick hug. Back in your trailer you worked on answering a few emails before you wound up hopelessly searching for Jensen’s perfect present.

Your secret santa had a crush on you and he’d easily found one for you. How come you couldn’t do the same for Jensen? Maybe you weren’t ready to admit out loud to him that you had a crush but deep down you knew that’s what it was. It was simple though, to write it off as having a good time with your best friend and nothing more. At least that’s what you’d been telling yourself despite all of the obvious signs.

Plus with this new crush out there, maybe this was exactly what you needed. It was probably one of the new guys this year, maybe Nate in production. He’d always been a little flirty in the breakfast line in the morning, sometimes showing you around the future set builds. He knew Jared pretty well and he was sweet.

“Rookie!” you heard, a loud banging on your door. You shut your computer and pushed away the thought, opening the door to find Jensen standing there with a cocked head. “What are you still doing here?”

“I was doing some work,” you said.

“It’s like after eight, Y/N,” he said. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back as the time had gotten away from you. “You work too hard, I swear.”

“I got distracted with thinking of the secret santa stuff,” you said, rushing back inside and flipping off the lights, grabbing your bag and locking up.

“Want me to walk you to your car?” he asked.

“Nah, I’m fine. You had a long day,” you said, nodding over to where his car was waiting with Cliff. “Night.”

“Night,” he said quietly. You shoved your hands in your pockets as you started to walk, a quick rush of footsteps behind you before Jensen was at your side again. “Don’t tell me you’re fine. I know you don’t like walking alone to your car at night so I’m walking you, alright?”

“Alright. I didn’t know Cliff was teaching you to be a bodyguard, Ackles,” you said.

“Hey. I got scared the other night and you were there for me. I got your back too,” he said. “Besides, you never know what hooligan’s you’ll run into on the trek to the parking lot.”

“Oh yes. Good thing I got Dean Winchester to kick some ass for me if I need it,” you said, bumping his arm. “You heading home this weekend?”

“Yeah. I got a flight at midnight,” he said with a yawn. “Be back in Texas just before six. You doing anything fun this weekend?”

“Nope,” you said with a laugh. “Unless you count watching TV and cleaning my apartment fun.”

“Maybe you can get your secret santa shopping out of the way,” said Jensen. “I’m already done with mine.”

“Seriously? How?” you asked.

“I didn’t overthink it like a certain someone,” he said. “Just get them a gift card and be done with it.”

“Maybe. I’m sure I’ll figure something out soon.”

Two Weeks Later

It was Thursday morning, the last day on set before the break started. You’d come up with absolutely crap all for Jensen, hoping to run out at lunch and find something before you gave him his backup present, a gift card for his favorite restaurant.

Your secret santa had left you a few more sweet notes over the past weeks and you decided that, festering feelings for Jensen aside, you were going to give your secret santa at least one date to see how things went.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Jensen, walking into your trailer as you were heading out to the store at lunch. It was strange of him not to knock and the look on his face worried you more than getting him the wrong present. “Do you got a second? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure,” you said, waving him to take a seat on your couch. “You okay, Jay?”

“I...here,” he said, pulling a card out of his pocket and shoving it in your hands. It was a christmas card, one that put a smile on your face.

“Thanks, Jensen,” you said, opening it, a plane ticket falling out. You caught it in your lap, glancing at him but he was staring at his own.

Y/N,

If you haven’t figured it out by now, it’s me. Jensen. I’m your secret santa. I didn’t plan for this to happen and I was a bit shocked when I pulled out your name but I thought, hey it’s a great opportunity. I knew immediately what I wanted to give you. A plane ticket to come visit me in Austin over break. I hated when we didn’t see each other that much over summer hiatus and I thought maybe you’d want to spend a week with me.

But you’d figure out who your secret santa was if I did that. But it was what I really wanted to give you and you don’t have to come down if you don’t want. So I figured once you would eventually find out who I was, why not man up and tell you about my obnoxious school boy crush on my best friend? I know you’re fully aware that I hardly ever make the first move, but it seemed easier to say I think you’re amazing in a letter somehow. The funny thing is, all those things I’ve said in these letters, I’ve told you in person before. But I don’t think you believed me. I really do believe you’re one of the most incredible people I’ve ever known. Not too many people are like you, have a goodness in them and a genuine care for other people. You take care of me, Y/N. I can be a weird goofball in front of you and it feels so comfortable. I’ve never felt that with another person outside my family, definitely not in another person that I have certain feelings for.

I hope you do decide to come visit and you’ll give me a chance.

You lifted your head when you finished reading, tucking the ticket back inside the card. You stood up and grabbed the envelope meant for Jensen on your table, spinning back around to crash straight into his chest, Jensen trying to make a fast break for it.

“Hey,” you said, holding up your hands, giving him the card. “I was your secret santa too.”

“Oh,” he said, opening the card. “It’s for the steakhouse. Thanks.”

“Yeah,” you said, blocking his path out of the trailer. “I was thinking maybe tonight...we could go use that gift card on a date where you can tell me all about the stuff we’re going to do in Austin.”

“Really?” he said, everything so much lighter about him as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him.

“Yeah. See...I’ve had this crush on my bestie for a while too. But then this secret santa guy was sending me these sweet letters and I swore I was going to go on a date with him because he was too good to be true. But it makes perfect sense now considering it was you,” you said.

“You’re really going to come visit me?” he asked. You nodded, leaning up and pecking a kiss on his cheek.

“Sure am,” you said. Jensen smiled so hard his cheeks had to be hurting. He glanced down at your lips once before pressing his to them, landing a gentle kiss.

“Y/N you want-” said Jared, bursting in through the door, pausing on the step as you and Jensen turned to look at him. “Well. Looks like you two kids are having some fun so I’ll just grab lunch on my own.”

“You knew the whole time,” you said.

“Duh,” said Jared. “I can’t believe she never figured it out.”

“Figured it out when it mattered,” said Jensen. Jared hummed and gave you both a smile, leaving you be. “So...what time should I pick you up for our date?”

“Eight sound good to you, secret santa?” you teased.

“Sounds perfect, Y/N.”

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