#genevieve padalecki x reader

[thefemalestorywriter]

The Lunch

Summary: You have lunch with the Padalecki’s…

You walked out of the courthouse at 3:14. You waved to your lawyer before walking in the direction of where your car was parked. You were almost there when you felt your phone ringing. You fished it out your bag, answering without looking at the caller ID. “Hello? This is Y/N.”

You were slightly surprised to hear a familiar voice. “Hi, its Gen.”

“Oh, hi, Gen. Sorry, I didn’t look to see who was calling.”

She laughed. “No worries. We wanted to know if you still wanted to do lunch.”

You opened your car door and threw your bag in the passenger seat before climbing in. “Yeah. That would be great.”

“Great.” There was a slight shuffle and quick whispering. “There’s a diner/bar on Levington Street I’ve heard about.”

“I know exactly what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” she asked in a way, that it made think about how adorable she was.

“Yeah, do you want me to meet you there?” you questioned.  

“Perfect. We’ll be there in about 20 minutes.”

“Great, see you then.” You heard her return the sentiment before you hung up. You started your car before driving off.

You walker in the diner about 15 minutes later. You took a look around, noticing you got there before Jared and Gen before you walked up to the bar. “Hey, JJ.”

The blond bartender looked up when she heard you voice. “Well, hello Miss Lady. It’s been a minute since we’ve seen you in here.”

You groaned as held yourself up. “Yeah. Sorry I’ve been focused on this case. And I didn’t want them to find a reason as to why I shouldn’t win.”

There was a look of realization on her face. “Wait! Did you win?” she asked, excitedly. She laughed and clapped when you nodded with a big smile. “Oh my god. That’s awesome Y/N.”

“Thanks. It’s feels great. And I haven’t told you the best part.”

“What?”

“For my troubles and the fact that I didn’t deserve this, they have to write me a check for 3.7 million dollars, they have to increase pay from 3,000 a month to 4,500 AND I got the promotion.” You had been waiting to tell someone what happened in court today and JJ was the first person you saw.

“Oh, that’s so amazing hun. You deserve it.” She placed er hand on yours that was on the bar and squeezed.

“Thanks. For the support and everything.” You placed you hand on top of her before you pulled her into a hug.

You let go in time for the door to open and looked over to see Genevieve and Jared to step walk in. “Oh, there’s who I’m waiting for. Is Ryan in?”

“Yeah, I’ll send him over in a minute.”

You whispered thanks as she walked off. “Hey guys.” You stood up and hugged Gen before hugging Jared.

“Well, you weren’t wearing this when we saw you earlier.” Gen said as she looked at your outfit. “This is a cute outfit.”

You ran your hands over your clothes. “Thank you. You two look cute as well.”

“Thanks,” Jared said, posing playfully. You laughed as you reached your table.

“Have a seat.” Genevieve slid in the booth first, followed by her husband and you at on the other side of the table.

“No, but seriously. You look like you just came from court.” Jared smiled at you.

You smiled and laughed slightly. “I did.”

Before they could respond, Ryan came up to the table with the biggest grin on his face. “Hola, linda señora. Lo escuché. ¡Estoy muy orgulloso de ti!”

You smiled at his excitement. “Gracias. Ryan these are my friends. Jared and Genevieve. Guys, this is Ryan.”

He smiled, somewhat nervously. “Hola. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Ryan.”

You leaned forward a little. “Ryan owns the place.”

Genevieve smiled and looked around. “This place is great. It’s such a good vibe.”

“Thanks,” Ryan said, smiling gratefully as he put down the menus. “I’ll come back for your orders.” He left, squeezing your shoulder.

You spent the next 2 hours talking with the Padalecki’s. It felt so natural and peaceful. You learned some stuff about their kids, and you told them about yourself. They learned about your family, your friends, your job. Any and everything you felt like telling them. You told jokes, laughed, overall had fun.

It was towards the end when you told them about why you were in court.

You had been working for your company for almost 9 years. You started off as an assistant before you worked your way up to the manager position. About 2 months ago, your boss came into your office one night and told you about a promotion. It was only you and one other person being seriously considered for the position. It was supposed to be less hours, more pay, more paid vacations, and more serious responsibilities. It was the promotion you worked your ass off for. Then came the bad part. Your boss told you he would make sure you got the promotion only if you slept with him. You immediately told him no and left. The next day, when you came into work, he fired you. You tried telling his boss but he took his side because that was his son. The company tried to keep you quiet when they heard you were thinking about suing them. They had people following you threatening you for a week and a half. You collected as much evidence as you could; security cameras, recorded phone calls, threatening voicemails, the works. You filed a lawsuit on the company and after 6 weeks, you got what you deserved. They had to write you a check for 3.7 million dollars, increased pay from 3,000 a month to 4,500 AND I got the promotion. Everyone involved in the scandal had to do 700 hours of community service and can no longer be allowed with 200 feet of you.

Jared and Genevieve sat in shocked silence for about 40 seconds before Gen reached across the table towards you and held your hand. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

You waved her off with your free hand. “You don’t have to apologize. You didn't have anything to do with it.”

“Still.” Jared said, snapping out his stupor. “We complain because we’re going to be 5 minutes late to a brunch and other people have more serious problems.”

“At least, you got what you deserved.” Gen said, finally let go off your hand. You frowned slightly, missing the warmth of her hand. Your frown didn’t go unnoticed by Gen nor Jared, they looked at each other with questioning looks.  

“Thanks.” You looked at your watch, slightly surprised to see t was almost 6:00. “Damn, we were here for a long time.”

Jared looked at the time on the phone. “Oh, yeah. We gotta pick up the kids at Jensen’s.”

Ryan walked up to the table at the time. “Here’s the check.”

You grabbed the folder before Jared could. “Gotta be faster than that Padalecki,” you teased when you saw their frown. You placed the card in the folder and handed it back to Ryan so you could pay.

“Y/N.” Jared looked like he was scolding you but you knew it was playfully. “We asked you out, we should’ve paid.”

“Oh, come on. I have so much extra money now. I wanted to pay,” you pouted.

Gen had a smile she tried so hard to hide. “We’ll pay next time.”

You titled your head, shrugging slightly. “Maybe.” You left a $50 tip on the table before grabbing your stuff and walking out. Not before waving bye to Ryan and JJ.

“The food was great.” Jared said as you began walking to the parking area.

Gen nodded, agreeing with her husband. “It really was.”

“Soul food. The greatest kind of food. Makes me wanna make some this weekend.”

“You cook?” Jared asked.

“That I do. It’s kind of a hobby.” You smiled at his impressed smile.

“Hey, do you have plans Sunday?” Gen asked as you made it to your cars, which were parked near each other.

“Um, no. why?”

“There’s a game on then. You wanna come over and watch?” Jared seemed, slightly nervous as he asked you.

“I’ll see you Saturday.” You smiled when he and Genevieve smiled brightly. “I’ll bring some food. Is anybody allergic to anything?”

“Um, not that I can think of. But I’ll ask and let you know.”

“Thanks.” You hugged them once again before getting in your car and driving home.

And as soon you got home, you took a shower, got some snacks and laid in bed, rewatching Supernatural. What a great end to a great day.

#just right #jared x gen padalecki #jared padalecki x genevieve padalecki x reader #jared padalecki x reader #genevieve padalecki x reader #spn rpf

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Hi. I see you have written Jared before. I love Jared but have a serious girl crush on Genevieve. I'd love a reader insert with either Gen or better yet both. If you don't feel comfortable with Gen just Jared will do. I'm easy to please. Thanks!

Breathing Underwater

Summary: After quite the bad first impression to your new boss and your coworkers bullying you, you think your new job is actually your seat in hell. On a journey to try and change, you have an unexpected encounter. And with her help, you learn to love yourself for who you are instead of changing for people that don’t care.

Pairing: platonic Gen x F!Reader

Word Count: 3289

Warning: Bullying, toxic workplace/coworkers/boss, authority abuse, eating disorder (mentioned), minor injury (sprained ankle)

Rating: G

A/n: Thank you for your request @nancymcl ! You gave me quite free rein for this, so I ended up writing this story. There is no physical description of the reader, and the dream job is not specified, because it can be anything you want!

It had to be the worst day of your life. And it started good, really good.

When you woke up that morning, you were happy and excited. As you jumped around to your closet to put on the clothes you chose the day before, just to be sure you were a hundred percent ready, you couldn’t believe your chance.

You had your dream job. That was it. You got the job, nailed the interview, and they called you back, asking to start the next day. When you learned the news, you got so excited, you immediately called everyone to let them know. 

So, it was with a very positive attitude, a little bit of stress, of course, and a big smile that you stepped into the place. It was huge, there were a lot of people working today and it was quite busy, but you didn’t let that hurt your mood. You were happy. That was it.

Finally, you managed to do something, all by yourself, and you were so proud. 

Someone instructed you to your seat, and you quickly got used to the surroundings to start working as quickly as possible. The first day was important, you wanted to impress your boss, make him proud and not regret his decision to hire you.

It was during lunch that things got messed up. It was during lunch that you started breathing underwater again. 

In the cafeteria, your lunch in your hands, you scanned the room to try and find a seat. You could either go eat in your corner or try to make conversation with your coworkers. Since you were in a good mood, you decided to be socially active today. 

“Hello!” You greeted as you approached the table where you recognized some people you saw working on your floor. “I was wondering if I could sit with you guys?”

Heads lifted up, eyes scanned your form, and then stopped at what you were holding. You followed their gaze and looked at your food.

“Sure, but if you’re gonna eat that, you’ll need two seats,” one of them said. You lifted your head just in time to see the others giggle at her comment.

Heavy weight on your chest. Painful pinch between the ribs.

“I… Thanks,” you decided to say instead of replying to the comment. Maybe it was only a joke they made to all the newbies? “So, how’s your day?” You asked, opening the lid of your lunch. It was the leftover pizza you had yesterday to celebrate your new job.

The girl next to you sighed and dropped her fork on the table. “Annoying. I can’t believe Samuel did this,” she complained and the others agreed with quick nods and whispered insults.

“Samuel?” You wondered. “The boss?”

“More like the boss’s boss. Our floor has a manager, Peter. Peter’s cool, he usually lets us bring stuff home. But someone snitched to Samuel, and now, everything’s ruined,” another girl muttered as she played with her salad, not putting anything in her mouth.

“Oh,” you looked down at your pizza. 

“Which is weird,” a man spoke then. “The first day we got a new employee, someone snitched to Samuel.”

Burning. Breathing burnt. And that was how their gaze felt as they all stared at you. 

It burnt.

You knew it, felt it, even without looking. They were talking about you.

“I… I didn’t say anything!” You quickly said, looking at everyone. “I’ve been working all morning, I didn’t even see anyone, I didn’t even know our manager’s name was Peter!”

“Liars, liars, pants on fire!” Someone started singing. Quickly, everyone else followed. 

Needless to say, the room started spinning as anxiety quickly won over. Your insides felt like they were twisted painfully, breathing got so hard it was almost impossible and tears raised to your eyes. You kept repeating, it wasn’t you, you had no idea, but they kept on singing that damn song. Adding things like “Gonna cry? Look at that, the whale is crying!” “We were so much better without you, snitch!” “You should stop eating so much, pig!”

The rest of your lunch was spent in the bathroom of the office. Alone, sitting on the toilet, you spent the remaining time staring at your untouched pizza. It hurt so much, your heart, your lungs, from holding back sobs, and your stomach… You weren’t hungry. At all.

You were drowning.

After lunch, you quickly made your way to your seat, not looking at anyone. Like vultures, eyes were following you everywhere you went, staring at every single one of your movements.

Your lungs felt like they were filled with water.

Holding back the tears was the hardest. Sobs wanted to leave your throat so bad it hurt, and the pain stabbed your stomach with the lack of food in it. 

You thought it couldn’t get worse, but an hour later, you were called into your manager’s office.

“Y/n,” Peter greeted you. “Close the door and come sit.” You did as he said and sat down without saying anything. “I’ve heard some things that I wanted to clarify with you.”

“It wasn’t me,” you softly spoke, making sure no sobs would betray your words. “I’ve been working all morning, it can’t be me…”

“Please, Y/n. None of that with me.” You looked at Peter and knew it was lost. He would never take your side. Never. “You know it’s not good to blame others for your fault.”

“But I-” You tried, but Peter lifted his hand to silence you.

You were breathing underwater again. Choking, trying to inhale, but nothing entered your lungs without hurting.

“And interrupting your boss when he talks to you. I was saying, when you do something, you have to be mature and take the blame. Alright?”

Everything could be read in your eyes. The pleading. The sadness. The betrayal. How your heart and happiness got destroyed in less than a day over a simple misunderstanding. 

You nodded your head to Peter’s words.

“So, you told Samuel lies about stuff happening here. It’s okay, as long as you rectify those lies. Okay?”

Your mouth wanted to say no. No, it wasn’t okay. You did nothing, only talked to Samuel for the interview. This was all so unfair. But you had to, if you wanted to keep the job. So you nodded again.

“Good. Also, your coworkers reported their lunch missing. The cafeteria cameras show you stealing the food,” Peter then bluntly said.

“What? It’s impossible!” You exclaimed as you stood up.

“Y/n, sit down. Cams don’t lie. Now, I know you like food a lot,” he gestured to you with his hand, disgust readable on his face. You glanced at yourself, tears filling your eyes. You were about to burst down crying. “But stealing and eating everyone’s lunch? Really? For that, I would like you to pay for everyone's lunch tomorrow. Okay?”

“No, it wasn’t me! They lied, I… I spent my break in the bathroom!!”

“Any proof?"

Peter crossed his arms on his chest and stared at you, waiting.

“What?” 

“Did someone see you there?” Peter insisted, like you were in the police station, trying to defend yourself for a crime you didn’t commit.

“No, I…” You tried, but everything that left your mouth always got stopped before you could finish.

“What did I say about blaming others for your fault?” Peter changed the subject. 

He knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, you never did all he accused you of. But the look he had on his face meant one thing. If you didn’t do as he told, he would speak to the big boss and you would lose your job. And since all of your coworkers would back him, you would lose. That was certain.

“You said to not do that…”

You did it. Admitting your failure.

“Good. Now, go. And you should spend your breaks outside, you know? Walk a little. It’ll do you good.”

-

Everyday after that was hell. Whispered comments here and there about you, your appearance, your weight. What you did, or in this case, what you never did. You tried to ignore them, but it was hard. Because it was every single time they had the chance to.

After a couple of days, it got too bad, and you decided to change. You stopped eating lunch, trying to lose weight faster. If you were skinny enough, maybe the comments on your body would at least stop? You also decided to start jogging every morning before work. The moment the sun was up, you were dressed and left your house to go jog around the neighborhood.

It was the first time you were doing that, jogging. You had no idea how to do, and it might sound stupid, not knowing how to run. But jogging wasn’t running, you had to know how to place your feet, how to breathe correctly and the right pace you needed. Otherwise, injuries were more likely to happen.

And of course, it happened. 

The third day you tried jogging, your foot met the sidewalk and your ankle twisted. You fell to the hard ground with a cry, more of fear than pain. Once the fear of the fall passed, you quickly looked yourself over to check for any injuries, but except for some scratches on your palms and knees, you seemed okay.

And then, you started crying. Even that, jogging, you couldn’t do. You were ridiculous. Your boss and coworkers were right. You couldn’t do anything right. Not even running.

“Oh my god, are you okay?!”

It was the voice of an angel, you were sure of it. And you didn’t want to let an angel see you cry, so you tried to stop the tears, the sobs, get up and leave, but it was too late. Soft, light hands landed on your knee and when the wind blew slightly harder, you could smell it. Lavender and coconut. Probably her shampoo.

“Yeah, I…” You tried to say everything was fine, you were okay, it was nothing, but then, you met the eyes of the angel. Brown, worried gaze was looking at you all over, especially at your scratches and your ankle.

“Don’t move, I think you sprained your ankle, I’ll be right back,” she told you, and you stayed speechless as you watched her run away. 

God, that was Genevieve Padalecki. You met Genevieve Padalecki, your girl crush since season 4 of Supernatural, on the ground, crying.

That week was becoming worse and worse.

Shame was so strong in your veins, you decided to not wait for her and leave quickly before she came back. But she was right, you had hurt your ankle, because the moment you tried to put weight on it, a sharp pain hitted you and you fell back on the ground.

“Hey hey hey, easy, I got you.” Strong hands helped you up and you stood on your good foot. That voice, you recognized immediately. And you had to lift your head to look at him, that was how tall he was. “Are you okay with me helping you?” Jared asked.

Gen was just behind him, looking at you with the same worry in her eyes. That was why she left so quickly, she asked her husband for help. More shame hit you right in the face. “I’m okay…” You looked down, tears already falling on your cheeks.

“Honey, there’s no shame in falling,” Gen quickly said, trying to be reassuring. “Come on, my place is two houses away,” She decided, and with Jared’s help, you walked to the Padalecki's house.

-

“I’ve seen you jog a couple of times this week. You pass my house in the morning, just before I leave for my morning jog. I wanted to say hi before but…”

Sitting on the Padalecki’s couch, in their house, Gen was busy placing a bandage on your ankle. Jared was in the backyard, playing with the kids. They understood quite quickly you recognized them and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

“What?”

Too focused on her hands, you didn’t realize what she just said. Her touch was so soft, her fingers cold because of the a/c running in the big house.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do,” she continued. Once the bandage was done, her touch went higher and softly brushed over your knee. With some disinfectant, she started rubbing cotton on the scratches and you winced in pain. “Sorry about that,” she smiled, and you felt like your heart was growing wings. Slowing down her movements, she stared at your knee while talking. “I saw you jog, and you have good technique, but I think we could improve that a little bit. So you don’t get breathless too fast, and to avoid falling.” At that, another smile stretched her lips. You knew she wasn’t making fun of you, and it felt good to speak to someone nice and kind for once. 

“Why… Why do you want to help me?” You asked, wincing again when she placed the cotton on your other knee.

Gen shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind a jogging friend. I would run with Jared, but with his long legs, I’m always left behind, or he slows down for me to catch up. And I would love to help you and get to know you better.”

To that, you couldn’t help but smile as well. It was a shy smile, of course, and internally, you were giggling at the thought of spending time with Genevieve, but there was still a part of you that didn’t believe it. That was thinking it was too good to be true. That was telling you she would end up being bored with you and you would end up all alone. Again.

You pushed those thoughts away. She wanted to spend time with you, jog with you and help you improve. That was all that mattered.

For the following weeks, you jogged with her. 

If, at first, you felt bad and ashamed of not being able to run for long distances without needing a break, it wasn’t the case anymore. Your endurance was better, but it wasn’t the only thing that had improved.

Now, you were shining with confidence. Because you knew if you put your head into something, you could do it. By being alone most of your life, or surrounded by people bringing you down, you thought yourself unable to do anything. But spending those mornings with Gen, simply jogging in the calm neighborhood, it teached you a lot.

You learned as much about her that you learned about yourself.

Even when you weren’t running with her, you would spend time with the Padaleckis. Jared had to leave for a shooting soon, so Gen would have to stay alone with the kids, and she didn’t mind some company while they would be at school, or some help when they would suddenly be possessed by a burst of energy. Of course, you were more than happy to accept.

You opened up to Gen about your toxic workplace, and even if the situation was upsetting her to the highest point, she still managed to stay calm, and even came up with a plan to fix things.

“What they told you,” Gen said as she wrote down on a piece of paper, her chocolate hair cascading over her shoulder. A loose strand fell down, hiding part of her face, and you had to hold yourself back from placing it gently behind her ear. God, you had the biggest crush on her. “It’s unacceptable. I checked the hiring contract they make every employee sign, and there’s a bullying and harassment clause. You need to go see your boss.”

“Gen,” you sighed, slowly brushing your hair back with your fingers. “It’s not that easy, I… I can’t just… My manager has all the employees eating in his hand, it’s me against everyone…”

“You’re not alone in this,” Gen added, her voice filled with resolution and anger. Luckily, that anger wasn’t directed towards you, because seeing her angry was quite scary. “I’m there, and I’ll help you. Remember those calls I asked you to make while you were working?”

“The… The video calls? Yeah, I do remember,” you grinned, remembering those random calls she would make, and you would answer on your phone with one earphone in to hear her.

“I downloaded them. And guess what, in most of them, we can hear your so-called coworkers talking shit about you.” Gen lifted her head, brown eyes looking at you through her rebellious locks. And on her lips, a devilish grin.

“I’m so happy we’re not enemies, you are deadly,” you smiled and shook your head, not believing your luck.

-

In the end, Genevieve was right.

Presented with the evidence of the manager's abuse and the employee’s bullying, the big boss, Samuel, had no choice but to suspend Peter and warn every employee that from now on, if there was any more bullying, there would be some head falling. And the cherry on top of the sundae?

Samuel had seen your work and was so impressed with your performance, he offered you Peter’s job as the manager of the floor. 

That evening, you immediately drove to Gen’s house to tell her the news. To celebrate, champagne was brought to the table, and a delicious dinner was cooked. Jared was out of town for filming and the kids were at the Ackles’, so tonight, it was only you and her.

“I am so proud of you, Y/n,” Gen smiled brightly, lifting her glass to softly clang it against yours.

“It’s all thanks to you, actually…” You muttered, sipping your champagne with your head down. “You thought of the plan and…”

“Y/n”, Gen interrupted you. Hands filled your sight and warmth spread on your skin as she placed her hands on yours. “You grew, all by yourself. It was there, from the beginning, it just needed a spark to ignite.”

You shook your head and a sad smile stretched your lips. “No, I… I was no one, before meeting you. I was…”

“You got that job by yourself, right? By working hard,” Gen stated, and you nodded. The word “but” tried to escape your mouth, but she was faster. “You made it, you did it, you talked to your boss. I only helped. Y/n, you are a beautiful, talented and smart lady. And before you say it, you were all of those things before we met.”

“Before we met,” you managed to say, turning completely to her to speak. “It was like I was breathing underwater. The surface was so close, but I couldn’t get my head out of the water. Like I was constantly drowning and fighting to survive. But with you… I learned many things, including how to breathe.”

A beautiful smile stretched her lips, and it was contagious, because without even noticing, you were smiling too.

“I’m glad we met on the sidewalk.”

“I’m glad I fell like a fool and you saw that,” you laughed, quickly drying your cheek from the unwanted tear that decided to run down.

“Yeah, you were running like a fool, you remember?” She laughed.

“Like a penguin trying to run, yeah,” you laughed with her.

Breathing underwater. It hurt, it hurt all your life. Always thinking you were too ugly, too fat, too dumb to do the things you always wanted to do. Even when you got your dream job, with all the efforts you put to get it, you still thought you were good for nothing. 

Looks like you just needed a jogging partner, after all, to learn how to swim to the surface.

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Eight

Summary: Paparazzi meet you and Jared exiting the hotel, forcing your hand at announcing your pregnancy Words: 2.8k  Jared x Reader x Gen  Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

IKYW Masterpost

You blinked your eyes open the next morning, a content smile on your face, to find Jared already awake and watching you.

“What’re you doing, weirdo?” you asked, making him laugh softly and sit up.

“You looked so peaceful,” he reasoned, stretching his neck from side to side.

You hummed, smiling up at him.

“Doesn’t sound like me at all,” you joked, and he rolled his eyes as he got out of bed. “Where are you going?”

“Gonna shower,” he told you, unabashedly naked as he found his spare clothes in his bag. “You’re welcome to join.”

“In a minute,” you told him, breaking off into a yawn. “Gotta wake up first.”

“Sure,” he smiled, crawling over to you to kiss you softly before making his way through to the bathroom.

"You're really hot!" you called after him, hearing his laugh over the sound of water hitting tiles. "I'm serious. A great looking guy."

"It's good to know you're with me for the right reasons," he shot back, appearing in the doorway with his hands holding the frame, flexing his arms deliberately to make you grin.

"You're literally the sexiest man I've ever met," you assured him, getting out of bed to find your own clothes for the day.

You'd pulled on a long tee to sleep, but you still felt Jared's eyes tracking your ass as you bent to search through your bag.

"You're not so bad, yourself," he told you, making you laugh again as you backed him into the generous bathroom.

You put your clothes next to his on the counter before running your hands up his chest and over his shoulders.

"I'll remind you of that in a few weeks when I can't fit through a doorway," you jibed.

He shook his head, hands instantly going to your ever-growing bump.

"You're still hot when you're pregnant," he assured you, encouraging you to take your sleep shirt off.

"You've only seen me pregnant with one baby at twenty," you reminded him, pulling your top off and heading for the shower. "Now it's two at twenty-four."

"Yeah, and you're still gonna be sexy as hell," he promised, following you in. "I'm always gonna think you're hot."

"Oh yeah?" you grinned, standing under the warm stream and pulling him towards you.

He nodded, his hands slipping over your waist to the top of your ass.

He ducked his head to kiss you under the water, and you grinned against his lips.

"Prove it."

*****

You left the hotel in thick leggings and a sweater, regretting your disregard for your appearance when you noticed a camera pointed your way.

“Fuck,” you groaned behind your mask, Jared instantly taking your hand and walking you towards the car.

“We’re okay,” he told you, both of your bags over his shoulder as he offered a small wave with his free hand. “Someone obviously tipped off that we’re here.”

You shook your head as you approached the car, keen to get inside as soon as possible.

“What’s wrong?” Jared asked, putting your bags in the back before getting into the front.

You were already strapped in, taking your mask off and sanitising your hands again.

“I look like shit,” you started, pressing on as he rolled his eyes and cleaned his own hands. “Plus, I’m clearly either pregnant or fat, now.”

“You don’t look fat,” he dismissed, starting the car.

“Then I’m obviously pregnant,” you insisted, tugging at your sweater. “This doesn’t exactly hide the babes very well.”

“Is that what we’re calling your boobs, now?” he teased, making you laugh despite yourself.

“Stop, I’m serious,” you told him. “I don’t want this pregnancy to be outed by some stupid pap shots.”

You leaned your head back against the rest, closing your eyes as your hands went to your bump.

“I wanted to announce it my own way, this time,” you mused, “Not have my hand forced. Again.”

Jared sighed, feeling guilty as he knew it was his slip up that had forced your announcement with Dallas.

“You’ve probably got about an hour,” he told you, “Maybe a little less, until a shitty article comes out. You could… you could beat them to it. Make their breaking news a little less breaking.”

You opened your eyes, looking over at his profile as he drove.

“You think that’s a good idea?” you questioned, and he shrugged one shoulder, briefly meeting your eye.

“I understand that it’s important for you to be in control of this,” he explained, his honesty and level of understanding taking you by surprise. “So much of your life has been out of your hands, and being able to announce this in your own way… I get it. Whatever you want to do, I’m in.”

*****

You called Gen on the way home, not wanting to wait until you got back, talking to her on loudspeaker so Jared was still a part of the conversation.

She understood that you wanted to announce it before any pictures were released, supporting your decision to post whatever you wanted.

You kept her on the call as you described what you were doing, finding a picture you’d taken the day you had found out you were pregnant shortly before Thanksgiving and creating an instagram post.

“I’m gonna… I’ll turn comments off,” you told them. “I don’t actually wanna talk about it all until we’re 16 weeks at least, but I need to be the one to say it.”

“Of course,” Gen agreed. “We support you, don’t we, Jare?”

“For sure,” Jared confirmed. “We can post it and forget about it for a few weeks, if that’s what you want.”

“Alright, I’m doin’ it,” you mumbled, making sure that comments were turned off before hitting send.

“Proud of you, baby,” Gen told you, making you laugh softly. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to announce it, but taking back control from dumb paps? That’s our girl.”

“Hell yeah,” Jared agreed, reaching across to take your hand. “You did good.”

“Sure,” you allowed, your phone already blowing up from your post. “Gen, we’re nearly home.”

“Alright, see you soon,” she told you, you and Jared both saying goodbye before you hung up.

“That was a good idea, right?” you asked, looking over at Jared as he continued to drive.

“For sure,” he confirmed without missing a beat. “I would’ve tried to stop you if it wasn’t.”

You smiled to yourself, running your hand over your bump as you watched likes and messages come in.

“It’s gonna be a weird couple weeks.”

*****

*****

You, Jared, and Gen had all contacted your agents when you got home, explaining that despite the announcement, you weren’t yet interested in expanding any more about your pregnancy. Jared had an interview upcoming with Good Morning America coming up - something you’d all forgotten about in the moment - but he had requested as little talk about the news as possible. He was happy to be congratulated, but beyond that you’d agreed to keep the details quiet until the twins had been cooking a little while longer. The only real detail you already had was the fact that they were identical, anyway.

The shots of you and Jared leaving the hotel came out soon after you returned home, with the source calling it your first outing since announcing your pregnancy, despite nothing being announced before said outing. Others commented on the fact that you were without Genevieve, speculating that she might not support the new additions to the family and that your relationship might be on the rocks. As soon as Gen saw one of those theories, however, she made sure to share your post to her story, simply stating that she couldn’t wait to meet them, hopefully dispelling as much as much of those rumours as possible.

*****

You and Gen were entertaining Dallas in the living room while Jared prepared for his interview in the office, the boys still at school for a few more hours.

Your stomach let out a loud gurgle, surprising your daughter from where she was sat at on the floor, Gen sat behind her braiding her hair.

“Sorry, baby,” you apologised, running your hand over your bump.

“S’that twinnies?” Dallas asked, making both you and Genevieve laugh.

“That’s just Mama being hungry,” Gen told her, running her fingers through Dallas’ hair and starting the braid again.

“But it is kinda the twinnies’ fault,” you allowed, getting to your feet. “I’m eatin’ for three.”

“I’m three,” Dallas announced, and Gen abandoned the braid in order to wrap her arms around her, pulling Dallas onto her lap.

“You are,” she laughed, kissing your daughter’s cheek. “You gotta stop growing, okay? You gotta stay this cute forever.”

“M’kay,” she agreed, leaning back into Gen’s embrace.

“Alright, ladies,” you began, getting to your feet, “What do we want for lunch?”

“I don’t mind,” Gen told you, putting her head on Dallas’ shoulder. “What about you, Bambina? Any requests?”

“Mac ‘n’ cheese,” she blurted, smiling up at you sweetly. “Please, Mama.”

Your stomach rumbled again at her words, making you laugh softly.

“Sounds like the twinnies agree,” you joked, Dallas grinning back at you. “I’ll start cookin’.”

“What do you say?” Gen prompted, and Dallas got up, rushing over to hug your legs.

“Tank you, Mommy,” she spoke into your thigh.

“You’re welcome, Dallas,” you smiled as you ruffled her hair, making a mess. “Let Bambi fix that and I’ll go make some macaroni.”

*****

Jared handled the interview as well as you could have hoped.

You knew he was especially conscious not to let anything slip, this time, and you were aware that it was going to be difficult if he was directly asked questions about it.

“They congratulated us,” he told you once it was over, joining you in the kitchen as you prepared your lunch. “Well, me, but us.”

“We kinda knew they would,” you allowed, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I just thanked them and said we’re all excited,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “They moved on to working with Gen and Walker questions pretty quick.”

“Good work, baby,” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Dallas and the twinnies wanted mac and cheese.”

Jared smiled, pulling away from you in order to lean against the counter next to the stove, where you were heating the sauce and boiling the pasta.

“The twins wanted it, huh?” he asked with a knowing grin.

“They did,” you defended. “I wouldn’t usually be hungry this early if it wasn’t for these little guys.”

Jared rolled his lips between his teeth, trying to suppress another smile.

“What?” you asked, and he shook his head slightly as he let out a laugh. 

“I’m just excited,” he admitted, smiling bashfully. “We’re having twins.”

“Yah, two of ‘em,” you confirmed, making him roll his eyes.

You switched the heat off under the pasta, looking up at Jared hopefully.

He took the hint without a word, taking the pot to the sink to drain the macaroni while you stirred the sauce to stop it from sticking. He brought the pot back over, carefully pouring the cooked pasta into the sauce as you continued to stir.

“Look at you, making an actual meal from scratch,” Jared teased, causing you to huff a laugh.

“I’ve been a competent cook for a while now,” you defended, and he nodded.

“I know, you’re great,” he agreed, washing the pasta pot at the sink. “But seeing you cook while pregnant reminded me of last time. When I taught you to make that veggie lasagne.”

“I was absolutely useless back then,” you remembered, and Jared raised a brow.

“In the kitchen, maybe,” he allowed.

You caught the glimmer in his eye, swatting him with the back of your hand.

“Get away, you pervert,” you teased, pulling out a dish to finish the mac in the oven.

“I’m just sayin’, we’re good at what we do,” he grinned. “We’ve made three babies.”

“Go and talk to the first one,” you laughed, pretending to push him away. “I’ll call y’all for lunch in a few.”

“I love you,” he told you over his shoulder as he left.

“Yeah,” you replied, fighting a smile. “I love you too, loser.”

*****

You were all sat in the front room, Jared’s laptop open on the coffee table as the six of you spoke with Gen’s mom on FaceTime when the boys were home from school that afternoon.

She’d called for a general catch up, and the kids were happy to tell her every little detail about what they’d done since their last call together.

Your phone started to vibrate in your pocket, and you instantly apologised as you pulled it out.

“It’s my dad,” you noted, looking at Jared before back at the screen. “Sorry, he never really calls.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Camille told you. “It was lovely to see you.”

“You too,” you agreed, answering the video call from Jensen as you left the room.

“Thought you were gonna leave me to ring out,” he joked, making you roll your eyes fondly.

“We were talking with Gen’s mom,” you informed him, heading up to your bedroom. “What’re you calling for?”

“Wow, rude,” he teased. “Can’t I just call to talk to my daughter? My sweet, sweet child that I love so much? The apple of my eye?”

You laughed despite yourself.

“You’re such a drama queen,” you told him, sitting against your headboard. “Did you actually just call for a chat, or-?”

“Yeah, kinda,” he admitted, laughing softly. “Dee’s entertaining the kids, figured I’d take a break and call you.”

“You getting tired of being their horse?” you asked, having seen the video Danneel posted the day before.

“Honestly, yeah,” he laughed. “I’m getting old.”

“Don’t talk about my dad like that,” you grinned, earning a fond smile.

“If you’ve gotta get back to your call, I don’t wanna keep you,” he told you, and you shook your head.

“It’s okay, the kids are boring Camille to death, I’m pretty sure,” you explained. “So, what do you wanna talk about?”

He hummed, contemplating.

“How about your completely blasé pregnancy announcement?” he offered. “What was all that about?”

You laughed, running the hand that wasn’t holding your phone over your ever-growing bump.

“Me and Jared got papped coming out of a hotel,” you explained, “And I was pretty clearly pregnant, so I figured I should just announce it before there was a chance to make it into some kinda scandal again.”

“Smart,” Jensen agreed, scratching his bearded chin. “What were you and Jared doing at a hotel, anyway?”

“At the hotel?” you clarified, and he nodded. “Sex, mostly. Some sleeping.”

You laughed at the instant look of exasperation on his face; a roll of his eyes together with a soft tut.

“That’s… that’s clearly not what I meant,” he reminded you.

“It was date night,” you explained, taking pity on his evident disappointment with your first answer. “Last weekend was me and Jared, this week is Jared and Gen.”

“So the odd one out stays home with the kids?” Jensen asked, and you nodded.

“Yep,” you confirmed. “Basically realised we don’t spend a lot of one-on-one time with each other. Like, we have three kids. And our usual date nights were all three of us, so we’re changing it up a bit.”

“Makes sense,” he agreed.

“Gonna try and do it weekly until the babies arrive,” you told him.

He nodded, taking in what you were saying.

“What?” you asked, when he didn’t respond for a while. “What are you thinking?”

“You’re happy, right?” he questioned, making you frown slightly.

“About what?” you asked, and he shrugged.

“Everything, I guess,” he sighed. “Your relationship.”

The question took you by surprise, the sincerity in his expression leading you to believe that he thought you might not be.

“I love them,” you assured him. “Jay, I wouldn’t have wanted another baby with them if I didn’t. They’re good to me, they put up with my shit and call me on it when I’m being an idiot.”

“And you’re happy?” he clarified, making you laugh softly.

“Yeah, Dad, I’m happy,” you promised. “You’d be the first to know if I wasn’t.”

“That’s a lie, you’d call Danneel,” he protested, and you nodded in defeat.

“Y’all are a unit, though,” you reasoned. “Calling Danneel is the same as calling you.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe call me a little more,” he shrugged, and realisation hit you that he had been feeling a little left out.

“Is this your way of telling me that you miss me?” you asked, earning a soft laugh.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he allowed. “Call your dad, once in a while.”

You nodded, pulling your legs up under you.

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind,” you assured him. “Now tell me what’s going on with you.”

#ikyw #i know your wife #jared x reader #spn rpf #jamie writes #jared padalecki #genevieve padalecki #jensen ackles #supernatural rpf

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perhaps one day

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - perhaps one day

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - literally none, it's fluff, it's cheese, it's cute and it's love

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - five times the cast of supernatural think alexander calvert has proposed to reader + the one time he actually has

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - the title is horrendous but if anyone has any better name, please tell me cause this name gives me all the cringe. also, i've seen so many of these but my favourite one is from the blog fromeden and you should def check it out!

masterlist

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one

jared was certain, absolutely sure, completely convinced that alex, your boyfriend, popped the question. he was like, ten million percent sure. although he wasn't equipped with "evidence" per se, he started to pick up what he thought were tell-tale signs that gave him the impression that alex had put a ring on it.

the "veteran" supernatural actor was so sure of himself that, he told jensen and rob. telling them both that the proposal must have happened over the public holiday. the public holiday that, obviously, everyone but actors in vancouver had off.

"...just look at them, jensen! i swear to god, alex has proposed," jared almost squeals, watching the way you two were all over each other

"come on now, dude. you could be overreacting--"

"--in fairness, look at her left hand, she's clearly covering it. it has to be a ring," rob inserts, causing a slight scare for jared and jensen, worrying that you and alex could have overheard

"and how would you know, rob?" jensen sassed, jared's eyes widening as rob chuckled

"isn't it obvious, jensen? her left hand is hidden because she wants to tell us rather than us finding it out beforehand," rob touches his nose which makes jared and jensen giggle

however, it wasn't until gen, jared's wife, walked past that shut down the rumours of a potential supernatural wedding on its way

"you guys are crazy. the reason why she's hiding her left hand is because, if you guys really paid attention, you would know she has always rested her right hand over her left one. she isn't engaged and alex hasn't proposed to her. y'all are crazy sometimes i swear," gen chuckled, shaking her head which made jared and jensen down in the dumbs whereas rob just chuckled

it wasn't until after you and alex finished what it was you were doing that you realised that the entire time, jared, jensen, rob and gen had all been bickering. bickering about what they thought was your proposal that they had completely missed because it was done in secret.

in which, to clarify, did not happen. gen was right, the "tell" of you being engaged because you were hiding your left hand was false. you have always hidden your left hand by covering it with your right hand if you leave it resting on a table.

two

it was a wednesday, middle of the week and the cast of supernatural were all getting ready to finish up their work day. pleading for at least a full three-day weekend of rest. although alex was normally always flustered, this wednesday, he looked even more flustered then usual. it felt like he was running around like a headless chicken looking for something.

"you good, alcal? whatchu looking for?" jensen questioned, his head poking out from a wall as he was leaving the bunker set

"uh, yeah, i...um...i'm taking y.n for a weekend trip and i printed off our booking for it but, i can't seem to find it," he mutters as he continues to look for it

"ooh, that's exciting. where to, any particular reason why?" jensen teases as he moves to lean against the wall

stopping his search for a second, alex sighed in agitation, "down by the mountains cause i know she's always wanted to go there for ages. i booked a loft, i printed the booking info like moments ago and now i can't find it!" he was getting angrier and for once, jensen didn't want to instigate him

jensen smiles, noticing it was at a completely different printer, "this booking info?" he says as he picks it up and hands it to the younger actor who breathes a sigh of relief

"thank you so much, jensen! i l...you are my favourite person in the world right now other than y.n!" alex feels himself calm down which is when, of course, jensen instigates him with hints of a marriage proposal

"sooo, with the holiday getaway this weekend, what's it for...you know, anything special other than just because y.n's never been before?" jensen teased as alex turned back around and gave jensen what would be classified as a "stank face"

"umm, no...no...we're going because y.n's genuinely never gone to the mountains and i thought, we have the time and the money so, we're going for the weekend...why are you asking?" alex gave a look of confusion as jensen just nodded his head in embarrassment

jensen started backing away when alex ran after him, the booking for the holiday in his hands, "why are you asking, jensen? stop running away!" thankfully, jensen hadn't run too far as he laughed slightly

"umm, i just thought you guys were gonna come back with a special announcement but, don't worry, it's clearly not that and i apologise for jumping to a conclusion that is obviously not happening. have a great vacation you two. make sure you send us some photos after knowing that you won't be texting or calling us at all," jensen chuckled as that seemed to satisfy alex and he smiled back, nodding

"will do, jensen. the photos will be sent from y.n's phone not mine. have a good weekend yourself, don't do anything i wouldn't do," alex smiled, his bag across his shoulder as jensen smiled back

"i will, thanks. see you monday, hopefully tuesday but, we shouldn't be too sure because, as we know from past situations, our crew don't typically like to take vacations!" jensen chuckled as alex nodded his head before leaving whilst jensen didn't

and that was because, hidden away behind the wall where jensen was leaning against, was jared and rob, all waiting to see if jensen got the information about the "proposal".

"and, jensen? what did he say? will there be a ring on y.n's finger when they come back?" jared tried, a look of hope in his eyes as jensen just shook his head, rob chuckling

"nope, sorry buddy. just a vacation in the mountains because y.n's never been. and, before you ask, yes, i did subtly ask but, no, there will be no ring on her finger when they get back..." jensen trailed off as jared growled in annoyance as jensen and rob's eyes grew wide in shock

"...oh come on! i really thought it would be this time!" jared was truly devastated that his best friend wouldn't be getting proposed to as jensen and rob, again, giggled

"sorry buddy but, i think blondie's waiting for a specific day if he has even thought about it," rob shrugged as jensen nodded his head and left, leaving jared and jensen with one last thing

"and if he is, we shouldn't be pushing it or hounding him over it. he'll do it when they are both ready for it!" rob says whilst walking out of the office

jared and jensen share looks of, even though they hated it, they couldn't help but agree with rob's statement. if it hadn't happened this time and the time before, it's clear that it's not happening just yet. because, one, either alex and y.n haven't talked about it yet or, they simply aren't ready for it.

three

by the third time that jensen, jared and rob thought that alex proposed, gen, danneel and now rich was even watching, looking for any new tells. new tells that could possibly tell them if alex had proposed yet or not. and, obviously, because it's the supernatural cast, there is at least three different bets going on all at the same time. which makes no sense clearly but, to them it makes sense.

this time it was danneel that noticed something that could have been possibly a little off for alex. he had a little bag on his director's chair. whilst it wasn't out in plain sight, it wasn't being hidden either. so, danneel just decided to go for it and straight up ask him what it was.

"hey, alex, what's in the bag?" danneel questioned, a little giddy glint in her eye

alex smiled, making eye contact with danneel, "oh, um *shy chuckle* it's just an anniversary gift..." he trailed off nervously, hoping she wasn't close by

danneel felt her shoulders deflate. she knew she should have felt a little sad that it wasn't likely an engagement ring but, she still couldn't believe that it had so quickly got to their anniversary.

"what is it? some jewellery? what number anniversary is now, alex?" danneel no longer cared about the bet or the possibility of an engagement and wedding

she just cared that alex and y.n were still so head over heels in love with each other. even though she knew they'd never fall out of love with one another.

"oh, just a matching necklace and earrings set. we've been dating. for like, four years now. i remember overhearing from someone, it may have been gen or even jared that you never gift a partner a ring unless you plan to marry them. so, i decided to get her a matching emerald necklace and earrings because y.n's already got so many rings, not just her own but also ones that my mom has gifted her," alex smiled shyly as danneel's face lit up

"aw, that's so sweet. and happy four years, alex. four years is amazing. you and y.n should be so proud of that. and, good on you for deciding to not get a ring as i know so many people at the four year mark who would have gotten a ring and it turn out that they weren't ready to be married. you're really a smart man, alex. i'm sure y.n'll love the present," danneel smiled, ruffling his hair in pride for the young actor as alex chuckled, fixing his hair as danneel walked away

curious, of course, jensen and jared, gave her the look. and, danneel, with a sense of pride, shook her head no. again, jensen and jared were saddened but, when danneel, jensen's wife, explained, they felt a sense of pride wash over them. the same pride that washed over danneel that alex knew not to gift y.n a ring if it either wasn't a promise ring, engagement ring or a replacement ring for one that broke.

however, it was at this point, the third time that the cast thought that alex was going to propose that, he actually started planning it. obviously, it doesn't take long before rumours start to travel throughout the cast. so, it wasn't long before alex and even y.n began to hear of the rumours of the two young actors getting engaged. and, that was when the couple started to talk about it. because, like thought of as one of the reasons why it hasn't happened yet, alex and y.n just hadn't spoken about it. not because they didn't want to marry each other, they just hadn't spoken about it in proper detail. until now when they did start a conversation on it after a day of filming in the bunker set on their four-year-anniversary and they were each gifted four gifts each. and now, with the knowledge of his girlfriend's ring-size, he decided to ring up misha, because, like most people, alex would not have guessed that misha was in on all the rumours and the bets so, he asked him for advice.

let's just say that it was a struggle for the misha collins to keep a straight face when alex asked him if at some point during a free day of work that he could help him in finding an engagement ring for y.n. yet, misha managed to keep his cool and, obviously, didn't tell the rest of the cast who were in on the rumours and bets about it because, one, he didn't want to break alex's trust and two, whilst he did participate in cast rumours and bets, he would never rat out to the betters if he was on the other side.

four

it's a quiet and slow day when out of nowhere, like, complete nowhere. everyone, except for alex and y.n, rush into jared's trailer. worrying that something bad had happened like someone had been killed or arrested, it was confusing when they just all saw jared basically hyperventilating.

"...are you alright jared?" gen questions with worry, wondering why her husband was literally hyperventilating if no one had died or been arrested

"i...i think it's the day!" he struggles to say as the cast all look at each other in confusion

"what? you think it's the day? what day? it's a monday, jared, what could be so exciting about a monday?" danneel then questioned as jared bursted with another round of excitement which scared everyone

"but that's just it! i think it's happened! i really think alcal and y.n are engaged!" jared screeches with excitement as danneel shakes her head, jensen, gen, rob, rich and misha smile

"and why do you think that, dude?" jensen speaks up as jared squeals yet again

but, he doesn't say anything and misha's eyes widened, "what did you do, jared? what did you hack into?" he was worried that jared had somehow found out about the conversation he had with alex about him helping alex out with finding an engagement ring

"the hotel that they will be staying in for their belated four-year-anniversary..." jared backs up, trailing off of his sentence as no one notices the breath of relief that misha breathes out

"...wait, so you think he's gonna propose to her at a hotel, jared?" jensen questions in confusion

however, that was when you walked in and let's just say you were beyond confused.

"umm, who is going to propose to me where?" you blurted out as everyone's eyes widened

and no one spoke up. that was, until rob did and let's just say, he truly saved the day here, "oh, no one darling. we're just talking about the time i proposed to mollie in a hotel however many years ago it was..." he trailed off and everyone just hoped you believed it

and...you did. you didn't even question it and you should have cause you basically knew everything about all of your cast members. so, it confused the rest of the cast when you didn't question it.

"...oh, okay, cool, sorry, my bad. well, umm, if anyone's interested, alex has bought all of us some coffee so, we'll be waiting for you guys in the bunker set with it when y'all are ready!" you smiled as you left jared's trailer to alex who waited in the bunker set lot

as soon as everyone knew you were out of sight and out of hearing range, they all let out the heavy breaths that they had no idea they were holding on to.

"holy...lord jesus christ, how on earth did she believe that lie, rob?!" jared bursted out as giggles followed as did head shakes of shock and wide eyes

"i truly have no idea but, well done me i guess!" rob chuckled as everyone shortly followed after him as he left for his morning coffee that was waiting for him in the bunker set lot that for once, he didn't pay for

"yeah, well done you, rob! i seriously thought she wouldn't believe it but it shocked me more that she didn't question you," misha chuckled in bewilderment as rob patted his best friend's shoulder

afterwards, the cast realise that, whilst jared did "hack" into the hotel that you and alex were booked into for that night and the following weekend, that it wasn't because he was proposing to you. it was genuinely because you guys didn't get to celebrate your four-year-anniversary that was the third time that they thought a proposal was happening. so, instead, you guys were going to celebrate it on that friday and saturday instead.

five

it's this day, the fifth time that the cast thinks a proposal is gonna happen that it's misha that teases the group. sending the cast back at vancouver his location that he was in with alex.

"you guys will never guess where i am!" misha sniggers cheekily which earns some confusion from the cast who were basically bored out of the minds

with so much waiting around to do before filming, jensen almost groaned at his fellow cast member, "oh, i don't know, misha, are you by any chance, bullying a spoilt child?" he replies which earns a laugh from misha but also from the rest of the cast, including y.n, although it's obvious she wasn't paying attention

only laughing because everyone else was, misha knew it was the perfect time to tell the rest of the cast, "i'm at the jeweller with alex, and it's a fancy one," he smiles over the phone

"gold thanks, misha, silver makes me look discoloured," danneel jokes, shockingly not realising the situation after she started to pull away from the bets of wanting alex and y.n to get engaged

"good to know mrs ackles but, i'm here with alex because ages ago, when you guys thought for a third time that he was proposing to y.n he asked for help in my opinion on a certain piece he was looking to buy,"

that was when it clicks in danneel's but in everyone else's heads, jared slipping out of the chair, "wait, is this finally the day that it happens?" he just about whispers with his eyes wide and his hands already starting to perisperate

"i seriously think so guys. well, alcal's walking back over and i can tell that y.n's attention is turning back to you guys so, i'll talk to you all later," misha hangs up and focuses back on alex

seeing that misha was about to uncharacteristcally freak out, alex spoke up, "and, yes, it's the time to do it misha. it's why i asked you back those few weeks ago when everyone thought i was gonna do it for the third time i think *chuckles*..." alex trails off as misha's eyes nearly fall out of his socket

he nearly chokes on his own saliva, "wait, you weren't joking when you were asking me for advice on an engagement ring?" misha whispers, realising just how honoured he suddenly felt to be given this opportunity

"yes...i want you to help me and give me advice on an engagement ring for y.n. i was being serious that day when i came to you and asked. i know she loves emeralds because of the emerald necklace and earring set i gave her for our four-year but, i don't know if that's her style in rings too..." alex trailed off, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and stressed, grateful that he had misha with him

overcome with emotion and seeing alex overcome with emotion, misha had to fight himself to not give the young actor a huge hug. resisting however, misha takes in some deep breaths which causes alex to watch and copy so he could calm himself down as well.

"well, whilst y.n loves to wear emeralds on necklaces and earrings, do you know if she has any emerald rings? cause that's a start and if she does have emerald rings and wears them quite often, then, yes, that would be the choice of engagement ring you'd buy. but, if she usually wears a different stone more than the emerald then go for that one, alright?" misha advised as alex smiled and nodded his head, feeling more confident

as a smile overcomes his face, he pulls out his phone and goes straight to his photo album of you. majority of the photos you are wearing a specific ring with a specific stone. and whilst the stone wasn't an emerald, it was a green sapphire ring that you got given by your mother that you always wore on your ring finger. you would wear it until the day you would then change it for the real life green sapphire engagement ring you'd get when you'd eventually get proposed to.

looking at misha's pride-filled face of how, just like figuring out a specific scene, alex quickly figured out that the type of engagement ring you wanted. and how it was the exact same as the one you had been wearing ever since your mom had given it to you. except, whilst it would be similiar, it would be different because alex made sure that whilst the stone was sapphire, he still made sure that there was obvious engagement ring bling on the ring so it was obvious it was an engagement ring. and not just a replacement for the one you already had because, that sapphire ring hadn't broke, it was just being replaced for the real deal.

and, of course, alex didn't really need misha's opinion on the actual ring itself, he just needed the help in figuring out what stone and whether it was emerald or sapphire. so, when misha helped him in figuring it out by asking him if there was a specific stone that you wore more often then the other then, that was the stone of choice.

"misha...thank you for coming with me and helping me. i'm glad you were able to come with me," alex thanked his cast member, pure sincereity seeping from not just his words but his body language

and misha smiled, "my pleasure alex and, don't be thanking me, it was an honour to help you find the right one for y.n," misha replies, not stopping himself from hugging the actor this time. making the blonde sincerely chuckle, he welcomed the hug wonderfully

feeling pride and like a father to the actor (who everyone also said looked like misha), misha couldn't help the urge of a sudden flood of tears that had started to well up in his eyes as the two actors reached to the car

the one

"...hey guys, what are you all doing on the 30th of june?" alex asks, completely out of nowhere since it was another day of blocking

"that's like, nine months away, you really think i plan that far in advance, alex?" danneel questions, nevertheless checking her calender at the same time, her concentration from her paperwork fleeting for just a second

"to be fair, i was not expecting for that reaction," you smiled devishly, clearly hiding something, smiling at alex, "let's go once more and if they don't get this, i think i'm just gonna throw it at them. danneel, gen, briana, would you like to be apart of my bridesmaids?"

just when you thought you were going to have to throw the ring at them, a delayed and very loud gasp falls through the room as everyone turns to stone. it's briana that is the first one to regain her composure, "wait, what are you saying?"

with a joking roll of your eyes, you hold up your left hand and wriggle your fingers...oh and the new, upgraded sapphire engagement ring, "aren't you gonna ask where i got the new upgraded sapphire ring?" you pretty much cackle like an evil witch, surprisingly enjoying the reactions

misha then stands up, since he wasn't in his costume yet and pushed his chair away, "you actually did it?" he's soft in his question to alex

"i did it," the blonde nods, his smile wider than ever before

"you've broken the cast, alex," gen chuckles, looking all around her to see everyone still frozen in their tracks on their seats

however, not for long as briana, danneel and gen jump out of their seats and rush over to you, "why didn't you tell us the second you asked her, alex?! of course...of course i'm free that day and even if i'm not i'll make myself be free! and, excuse me, how dare you ask me to be your bridesmaid with the insinuation that i'd say no, I'D LOVE to be your bridesmaid!"

nearly toppling over you, briana smashes into you for a hug as you couldn't help the laugh that erupts from your throat. after briana's over the top reaction, the guys, jensen, jared, rich, rob and misha stood up out of their seats and also crowded around you and alex. of course then came all the congratulatory hugs and face squishes and wanting to take a closer look at the upgraded sapphire engagement ring.

and, obviously, the next day and then actually the next couple of weeks, briana and danneel and gen, everyone really, starts to bring in little cakes and muffins and things to keep the celebrations of the new supernatural family engagement up and continuing. because, now that the engagement had happened, that meant it was now time to plan the wedding. but, you and alex didn't care, you just loved that after waiting for so long, the cast that is, they finally got their moment to celebrate their two little supernatural babies be engaged because not only were you even more in love with your now fiancé but you just felt like you were being attacked with love at every angle and you loved it and you embraced it.

oh, and, remember that bet that was going around? yeah, it was actually misha that won all of them so, he got all of the money. shockingly, he managed to correctly predict the exact date of the proposal without even being given the date from alex. because, even though misha helped alex in figuring out the ring was a sapphire and not an emerald, that didn't mean he asked nor was given any other information about the day of the proposal. only that the ring was a sapphire so, it was pretty funny and a shock to the system that misha predicted the exact date without knowing it. and he didn't get the day before or the day after, he got the exact day on the dot. for a while, certain team members were a bit suspicious (jensen and jared) but a couple of days later and they just found it amusing and amazing that misha was such an amazing predicter and was then asked to predict the day that the bachelorette party was going to be on. but, that was obviously when misha drew the line as everyone was needed for costuming. because, tv unfortunately doesn't stop just because two actors get engaged.

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this was so much fun to write and i have always wanted to do one of these but have always been too scared to but i'm glad i finally decided to just do it.

ok bye ily xx

wc; no idea soz

#supernatural cast #alexander calvert x y.n reader #fluff #misha collins #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #briana buckmaster #rob benedict #richard speight jr #genevieve padalecki #danneel ackles #perhaps one day

[jensen-ackles-girl]

Author’s Note: This is the first story I've posted on here, bare with me guys I've been trying to work on my writing it's not that good so please don't hate on my grammar or spelling errors I'm trying! I hope you like

(I've decided to make this a series so hope you guys like it)

Pairing: Jared x SisterReader! , Genevieve x Reader (mentioned), jensen x reader (mentioned) , jensen x reader

Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Jared padalecki they both grew up in San Antonio, Texas they both have good acting jobs both live in Austin, Texas so when the opportunity of a lifetime comes to Y/N to fly to Vancouver to be apart of supernatural

Warnings: Fluff,Some cussing,Family

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Chapter 8

They made it to set in no time Jared was the first to get out as he walked around to the other side of the car. Where y/n sat and opened the car door for her. She flashed him a smile as she climbed out "thank you jar" he smiled and nodded "your welcome". They then turned cliff and said their goodbyes to him as he climbed into the car and drove off. The two pair begin to make their way to set while jared check the schedule. Y/n was happy for the silent for a little while as she wasn't quite awake yet she had a hard time waking up in the mornings. Jared lead himself and her to the makeup trailer as he let her walk in first. She sat down in her resonated chair as her makeup artist got to work. Jared was done first he stood up and ruffled up y/n hair as he ran out the door with her yelling at him something along the lines of "you fucker" while he laughed. Shortly after that jensen walked into the trailer as very sleepy look on his face as he sat down. She chuckled quickly to herself as they put the finishing touches on her makeup. She smiled as she spoke up "mornin' jensen" he grumbled a mornin' back at her as he got his makeup done. She chuckled again as she stood up and made her way out of the trailer to get dressed into her outfit for the day.

When y/n was done she made her way to set as she glared at jared standing their with a smirk on his face in took everything in her not to throw something at him to wipe that look off his face. Jensen arrived to set shortly after her as they begin scene. As filming went on they finally got a lunch break. So y/n went to the lunch tent to get something to eat so she wouldn't be starving later on after filming was done. She got in line to get food as she yawned softly. which earned a chuckle from jared as he walked over to her. Which she responded with a glared back at him in response. That earned another chuckle from him. The line started moving as she started fixing herself a plate they either had a choice of bowl chili along with corn chips or meatball sub and y/n chose the chili. She grabbed a drink and took her tray to a table and sat down. Jared and Jensen joining her. She smiled at the two as they say down both of them having a made the choice of the meatball sub. The three of them eating in silence as they enjoyed the food. When they where done eating it was only then that they started talking. Jensen begin the first to speak up "I'll be glad when this day is over with I'm so tired" y/n hummed in response before answering him "yes me too I'm ready to go to bed" jared chuckled "I second that" they all shared a laugh as they got called back to set. The three of them groaned as they stood up and make there way back to set.

It was another long time with filming before they got another break. Y/n took this opportunity to take a short nap before they had to go back and finish for the day. She set a alarm for about 30 minutes and quickly fell asleep. Her alarm went off 30 minutes later and she shut it off she wiped the sleep out of her eyes and got up. She splashed water on her face before she made her way back to set. After a couple of hours they finally finished and she sighed in relief as she started gathering her stuff up to leave. Jared doing the same the two of them began walking to the parking lot where they knew cliff was waiting for them. Y/n yawned as she climbed into the car when they made it to the parking lot and spotted cliff. Jared climbing in after her when the two got settled in Cliff began to drive them home. They arrived to their house shortly after and the two climbed out making their way inside. Y/n immediately walked upstairs to go to bed because she was tired to threw a quick goodnight to her brother as she continued to make her way to bed. When she got there she took her shoes off then her coat. She threw her coat on the back of her computer chair as she walked to the bathroom to pee. When she was done doing that she wiped the makeup off her face from hours before as she took her hair down. After that she changed herself into her PJS set her alarm for in the morning. She put her phone on charge then crawled into bed she got herself under the covers and got settled in for the night. She was quick to doze off to sleep.

The next morning she woke up to her alarm going off she shut it off and got up. She took a shower and got dressed for work she got her stuff gathered up and made her way downstairs for breakfast it was just her and jared this morning for breakfast he had made the two waffles and bacon and had a cup of coffee waiting for her. When she walked into the kitchen she smiled as she sat down to eat with him. He looked up from his phone when she sat down with him at the table. He sat his phone down and flashed a smile at her "good morning" she smiled back at him "good morning" the two begin to eat in silence as they sip their coffee. Jared finishing first. He took both of their plates when she was done and sat them down in the sink. He left Genevieve a note before the two left for work. They where actually excited for the day it was going to be a short filming day because the weekend was approaching and they had two days off Saturday and Sunday they could relax and enjoy the weekend. The two started the day normal as they waited for cliff to show up. He did shortly after the only thing different is when the two climbed in jensen was in the car. He said "hi' to the two as they got in when they got settled in cliff started down the road to set.

The car was surrounded by friendly small talk as they road to work together. When they got there like usual jared opened the door for y/n she appreciated the nice gesture the three of them made it to the makeup trailer and y/n and jensen sat down as jared waited his turn. Y/n was done first this time as she stood up and walked out of the trailer smacking her brother in the back of the head as she left. This earned a grumbled by him and a hair pull in return she glared at him as jensen laughed at the two siblings. She made her way to wardrobe and got dressed. As the boys walked in shortly later as she was walking out. She made her way to set. The boys showing up a little later then filming started. They we're done in record time as they wrapped it up. It was about five o'clock when they finished jared and herself made plans for dinner with gen and the kids they invited jensen as well but he declined saying he wanted to go home and get some much needed sleep so the two of them wasn't going to push it. When they made it home they got ready for dinner. Y/n help gen get the kids ready. When everyone was ready they all went to dinner. They had a nice dinner with lots of laughter. It was beginning to get late and the the kids began to grow tired. So they called it a night. Before they got home the kids were already asleep so jared carried the boys to bed. Y/n said goodnight to gen as she made her way to bed. But before she went to bed she kissed her nephews goodnight and poked her head into her bothers room to told him goodnight before she retired to bed herself she got dressed for bed and climbed under the covers. She didn't bother setting a alarm for in the morning because she didn't have work in the morning so she could sleep in. And she was definitely doing that. She couldn't wait to finally relax for a day or two she'd been going non stop since she got here. It took her mind a few minutes to whine down but when it did she was fast asleep.

(yay finally another chapter wrote sorry it took so long to write I've been extremely busy but I've finally got free time to write thank you for being so patient)

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#jared padalecki x reader #genevieve padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #supernatural #spn fic #family #x reader

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

A Supernatural Love

Chapter Twenty Four: A Wedding

Summary:  Y/N, a nurse working towards medical school living with her roommate and best friend Genevieve Cortese, meets Jensen Ackles while visiting the set of Supernatural one day.  Is this chance encounter a coincidence or fate?  And if it is fate, do they have what it takes to make it through separations and hardships?

Slow(ish) burn, some angst, alluding to sexy times, fluff

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, Some swearing, alluding to sexy times, fluff

Word Count: 2147

No hate to any of the real people in this story, it is purely fiction and for enjoyment! No images are mine

First fic I wrote, please be kind but open to feedback, both positive and negative!

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     A year had gone by, and it went quickly.  You were helping Gen plan her wedding, improving your career, and growing your new, yet old relationship with Jensen.  He stayed another week and pushed off starting filming as long as he could.  He wanted to prove to you that he meant what he said but eventually you had to kick him out saying that he couldn’t put everything on hold for you though you were flattered that he would have.  You both traveled back and forth as much as you could, though it wasn’t often but you could call, text, and facetime.  This time around you had a better foundation that wasn’t built on a bubble and you both had matured a lot.  Gen was so happy for you and you both talked in great detail about this new development. It was fun to be able to giggle like a schoolgirl in love again.

     The year went quickly with that, and you didn’t have James anymore, as he moved to Houston to be closer to Dee.  They had started their own relationship and they were doing well from what it seemed, though no one kept in real contact with them anymore.  But that was okay, you had Jensen.  After spending all your free time to help Gen with the wedding, you went over to Mama Ackles a few times per her insistence.  She was elated that you and her “idiot son” finally got back together.  It was “about time”;  You didn’t disagree.  On one of these Saturday mornings you had spent with her out on the porch, she had asked when you and Jensen were going to tie the knot.

“I don’t know about that, we still need to figure out how we are doing long distance.”  You told her.

“You told me four years ago that you wanted to marry my son.”  She insisted.

“And nothing has changed.  But we fu- screwed up last time and I don’t want anything to ruin what we have now.”

“Sweetie, you both would die for each other.  You are making the distance work and though it is hard, you have a solid foundation and neither is going anywhere.”  She told you.  “The only thing stopping either of you is that you are scared.  I don’t know why you are anyway, seeing as how much you love each other.”

“You are right as always Mama.  There is no reason to be scared.  I have made peace with what happened and I guess I am only nervous because with all this wedding planning, ironically we haven’t talked about weddings at all.”  You told her.

“You know Jensen wants to marry you.  You just need to grow your own pair and talk it out.”  She told you frankly.  You loved how she was so bold when you needed her to be.  You walked into the house with a smile on your face and when you walked into the kitchen you almost dropped your mug.

“Careful love, we don’t want that glass flying everywhere”  Jensen smirked at you.

“Jensen!”  You practically squealed as you rushed into his arms after setting down the mug carefully.  “What are you doing here?  You aren’t supposed to be here for another week!”  

“If you would stop squeezing me so hard, maybe I could tell you.”  Always the sarcastic one.

“Whatever, I don’t even care”  Two could play that game.  As you turned to leave, he twisted you around planting a firm kiss on your lips.  It was a good thing he was holding on so tightly otherwise you would have been knocked to the floor.  You loved that he still made you so weak in the knees, as cliche as it was.

“Don’t hold out on that lovin’ I won’t make it”  He told you with seriousness but love in his voice.

“What are you doing here, Jens?”

“I wanted to surprise you.”  He said with a smile.

“It’s a good surprise.  Maybe we can actually spend time together since Gen has every minute planned up until they say ‘I do’.”  He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“I know exactly what we can do.”  He nibbled on your ear a little and you turned beet red.  Normally you wouldn’t have minded but with his parents in the room, you didn’t exactly want them to know your “plans”.

“Oh you kids, get out of here”  Mama said.  “I barely was able to keep the surprise.  Jensen, take this girl out.”  She hugged him then shooed him out of the house.

“Guess she wants us to have a good time.”  He wiggled his eyebrows at you causing you to roll your eyes.

“At least buy me dinner first.”  You teased.  He grabbed your hand and kissed it as you walked towards his truck.

“Yes Ma’am.”

      The week went by quickly and you got to spend a lot of quality time together that you needed.  Now it was time to help with last minute wedding stuff.  Jared wanted to have it in Dallas so his, hers, and Jensen’s parents wouldn’t have to travel too far.  They also had a house nearby that they bought recently and they wanted to be able to ‘play house’ before he would have to go back to Vancouver to film.   The whole cast was flying in and you were excited to meet some of the new members that you had only seen through facetime with Jensen.  Though you were excited, he didn’t seem to like the fact that he would have to share you.  You liked when he would get possessive but you also reminded him that you ‘could do what you damn well wanted and he would just have to be okay with that’.  He agreed but he made it known he would do the same, and by the same, he made up for all the lost time you had to spend apart…

     “Oh there you are, where have you been?”  Gen frantically said as you entered the building where they were decorating for the reception.

“Gen, I am fifteen minutes early. Take a deep breath, nothing is going to happen.  Everything is perfect.”  You told her.  After a few breaths she seemed to calm down.

“I just want everything to go well.”  She told you.

“And it will.  Besides, the wedding isn’t even the best part.  The marriage is the best part where you get to spend the rest of your lives together.  You and Jared are a real life fairy tale.”  And you weren’t wrong.

      After spending a few hours helping to set up and helping Gen in any way you could, as you were finishing a table setting, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist.  You smiled and rested your head against the strong shoulder.

“Hi Y/N”  He whispered into your hair.

“Hi baby.  You better let go before my boyfriend shows up”  You teased.  He only tightened his hold on you.

“Oh sweetheart, I could take him any day.  Besides, I want to show everyone you’re mine.”  You turned around and put your hands around his strong shoulders.

“I don’t think he would like that very much.”  You said, pretending to be serious.

“I don’t care what he wants.”  With that his mouth was on yours, capturing your lips in a sweet yet possessive kiss.  You would have loved to stay there all day but then Jared walked in.

“Hey break it up you guys, this is my weekend.”  He shot Jensen a wink then went to find Gen.

“If you keep kissing me like that, I won’t care what my boyfriend thinks either.”  You smiled seductively up at him.   He smirked then pecked your lips again.  He grabbed your hand then went to where Jared and Gen were.  You liked that he always felt the need to touch you somehow.

“Hey Gen, how are you feeling?  It’s not too late to change your mind.”  Jensen said.

“Hey, dude, I thought you were on my side!”  Jare shoved him in the arm.

“Thanks for the offer but I think I am going to keep this one.”  Gen said with a smile.  Jared leaned down and kissed her sweetly.  You just grabbed Jensen’s arm with your hand and continued to hold his hand as you leaned against his shoulder.

“Alright enough of this, let’s get this rehearsal started.”  Jensen said, pretending to be annoyed, but squeezing your hand tighter.

      The rehearsal went off without a hitch and then it was already the big day.  You had gotten up extremely early and had spent the whole day getting ready with the bridal party.  Gen was absolutely glowing and you giggled like school girls about it. You were so happy for your friend.  She deserved this.

“Thank you so much for being my maid of honor Y/N.  I hope you get engaged soon.”  Gen grabbed your hand as best she could since she was in her chair while another bridesmaid was curling her hair.

“I don’t know about that.  Jensen and I talked about it but I don’t think it is in the near future.  We are still figuring out how to navigate the long distance thing.”

“Do you not want him to propose?”  She seemed very concerned.

“Of course I do but I am not getting my hopes up.  When it happens, I will have no doubt in my mind of saying yes but I don’t know if he wants that yet.”  She chuckled.

“Oh Y/N,  he has wanted that since the first day he saw you on set.”  You rolled your eyes and blushed as you remembered that wonderful day so long ago.

     All too soon, it was time to line up.  Since Jensen was the best man you would be walking down the aisle together.  You liked that.  When you rounded the corner, you made eye contact with Jensen and his mouth dropped.  You couldn’t help but blush knowing the reason why he was so surprised.

“Wow you look amazing.”  Jensen said, grabbing the hand without flowers in it.

“You clean up pretty good yourself Ackles.”  He kissed your forehead and wrapped your hand in his arm.

“You ready?”

“Just don’t let me fall.”

“Never”  He held you close to his side.  “Just think, it’ll be us next”  You looked up at him.  He showed no signs of hesitation or joking.

“You still have to ask me, Jens”  You looked ahead at the unopened doors.

“Oh trust me, I will.”  You didn’t have time to respond, but you smiled as the doors flew open and he led you to the altar.

      The ceremony went amazing and you cried.  The vows were so sweet and you loved seeing Jared choked up with tears as he couldn’t contain his love for Gen.  You looked past him to Jensen and he was smiling looking at you.  The reception was fun as well, food, speeches, dancing.  You had a heartfelt speech to Gen, balancing it with a healthy dose of cringe about her and Jared’s first few months together.  Jensen gave his speech with many jokes about their shenanigans, about how lucky Gen settled for him, etc.  By the time the dancing rolled around, your heart was full.  A few fun dances, and slow dances with Jensen flew by and Gen was going to do her bouquet toss.  You weren’t going to line up on the floor but Jensen urged you to go.  Hesitant to release his hand, you trudged to the floor and somehow got pushed to the front.  Gen gave you a wink and as she turned around to throw it, she turned back around and handed it to you.  You were shocked.  You didn’t know that would happen or why but you just smiled and thanked her.  Before you could hug her, Jensen came out of nowhere and sheepishly smiled at you until he reached you.  He immediately knelt down and your eyes grew wide and a hand shot to your mouth.  The crowd wasn’t silent but you tuned them out as you had zeroed in on Jensen.  

“I love you so much Y/N.  You deserve the world and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.  Will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry my sorry ass?”  He had opened the velvet box to show a beautiful ring.  Shiny, full of diamonds, and just what you had wanted.  You could only assume Gen had helped pick it out.  

“Yes, yes of course I will marry you!”  You squealed while crying and he got up from his knees to wrap you in the biggest hug.  Everyone cheered and clapped.  You cried as he put the ring on your finger and kissed you like it was the last time.  But you knew it wasn’t the last, but the beginning of forever.

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[deanbrainrotwritings]

— GIANTS IN THE OCEAN

SUMMARY : when jensen dresses as dean for halloween, he tried to prove that he can fuck like him when he’s told he doesn’t.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x latina!reader

CHARACTERS : misha collins, jared padalecki, genevieve padalecki

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, angst, fingering, defending wanda maximoff bc I’m whipped for her, switch!jensen & switch!reader

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : title from sky eats aeroplane’s song. procrastination, laziness, gah. anyway, it’s the destiny showcase so I’m doing nothing and I’m posting now LOL X

Jensen cleared his throat loudly from where he stood at the closet, trying to get his girlfriend's attention who was applying makeup as a part of her costume. She blinked the blurriness from her eyes and looked at him first from the mirror, then turned around with a raised brow at his costume of choice.

“Dean Winchester? Really? You’re not even trying,” she laughed softly, then returned to quickly finish up with her look. He deflated slightly, pouting as he made his way to her, he got down on his knees and sat back on his legs to admire her.

“Wanda isn't a hero, but Dean is,” he argued after giving some thought to how to respond to her comment. She squinted her eyes, giving him the side-eye, just then she finished up and then turned to face him. He blinked up at her innocently, green eyes wide and pretty, his lashes fluttering like a princess against his freckled cheeks.

She grasped his chin with her black-stained fingers, leaning forward so her red-tinted lips brushed against his, “as a mother, I have to disagree.” He blushed, but excitedly tried to lean forward to claim her lips only for her to pull away with a little tsk. “You’re so pretty like this, baby, on your knees for me like a good boy,” she murmured seductively, swiping her thumb across his pillowy lip.

“Don’t do this to me now,” he moaned, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. His hands clung tightly to her leather covered thighs and she turned her face slightly to kiss him with a playful smile on her lips. He slid his hands up her legs, grasping her hips to tug her forward, off the chair, and into his lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re so hot,” he mumbled when he pulled away just a bit to breathe. Then, he returned her mouth, hunger hidden beneath each quick peck he gave her.

“So are you, Jay,” she replied softly, pulling away and placing her finger on his lips when he chased her mouth for more kisses. “Especially when you’re dressed as Dean Winchester.” She smirked down at him and his pretty, puckered, pink lips. He gazed at her curiously, a little surprised by her admission. He didn’t have time to respond or to even let that information sink in because he instinctively shut his eyes when she leaned forward quickly to place open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his breathe catching in his throat when she reached down and started to rub his semi-hard cock over his jeans. “Baby, I don’t wanna get to Jared’s party with my dick hard,” he groaned, his voice deep with lust, breathy and hot. She felt her pussy tingle, a wave of heat and arousal starting to build up between her legs.

“Then, let’s get going before I fuck you here on the floor, yeah? Dean?” She looked down at him innocently, mimicking what he’d done earlier. He shook his head at her, his cock stirring in the tight confines of his jeans at being called Dean. However, with the Scarlet Witch costume she was wearing, it was a little scary but in a hot way. “Now, get your dick soft, my mom’s downstairs with the kids.”

Y/N stood up from Jensen’s lap, getting a matching crossbody bag that was small and didn’t get in the way of her costume. Jensen stayed on the floor for a while, trying to get his mind out of the gutter and get his excitement under control before he got up. Embarrassingly so, she was leaning against the doorway with a smug smile just watching him try to recollect himself.

“Please, Y/N, don’t judge me,” he said playfully, holding his palm up to stop her from looking at him. She chuckled, pushing her body off the doorframe to start walking away, Jensen following right behind.

“I’m pretty sure she calls me names in Spanish,” he blurted out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Pftt, no she doesn’t,” Y/N said unconvincingly, “besides, there’s a difference between my kids and my husband,” she added, shrugging nonchalantly, a grin fighting it’s way onto her lips despite how hard she bit it.

Okay, maybe she did call him names, but they were meant affectionately. And mostly it was names relating to his freckles or his green eyes that were too hilarious or accurate for her to stop her mom from calling him even when he was right there. Like a codename girls use for their crushes or people they dislike.

“You said she liked me!” He exclaimed quietly, grabbing her arm to twirl her around and pull her into his chest.

“She does! I’m messing with you, baby,” she promised, leaning up to kiss the worry from his face. “You’re perfect and she knows that,” Y/N said earnestly, cupping his face in her hands, “she knows you’re an amazing husband and an even better father. I love you so much. I swear, no, I promise you, she likes you too. She told me you were a keeper, Jay.” She looked up at him with the widest, in-love-with-you eyes he just couldn’t help the way it immediately made him relax.

“She did?” He asked softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N nodded, her own arms circling around his neck. “I was in love with you from the start and she knew it. She saw everything that you were and she convinced me to go for it before someone else whisked you away. Thanks to her, you’re mine.” Y/N leaned up to kiss him again, softly, tenderly.

“Thanks to her, you’re mine,” Jensen corrected quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so insecure,” he chuckled, brushing her cheek with his fingers lovingly.

“I shouldn’t have said that as a joke, I’m sorry too.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it softly, “let's get out of here.” He kissed her forehead and nodded in agreement, letting her lead all the way downstairs to greet her mother and say goodbye to their children.

“Dean and Wanda?” Misha asked, taking a large sip of his beer. “What a strange couple, but the two of them are crazy about family so…” he smiled broadly, hugging them both. Y/N laughed, squeezing Misha’s side as Jensen patted his back.

“And you’re.. the Mandalorian, but without your helmet on…” Jensen chuckled, pulling away first to ruffle Misha’s already messy hair.

“How else am I supposed to drink beer and eat candy?” He shouted over the music, then dragged the two of them inside to allow people an easier way in. Misha led them into the kitchen, talking about how he’d somehow lost his Grogu toy somewhere in Jared’s house. “Anyway, go crazy you two.. but not as crazy as the people you’re dressed up as,” Misha teased, patting them both on their heads before making his way somewhere else to have fun.

“Well..” Jensen chuckled as he watched Misha leave.

“I love him,” she said happily, then started to put together Jensen’s drink.

“Same,” Jensen smiled, watching her with a loving look. “So… about what you were saying earlier… about me dressing up as Dean? Did you mean that?” He asked, leaning against the counter, attempting to be completely cool about his question, trying not to give away that it's something he’d considered for a while: role playing as Dean during sex.

“Yes?” She confirmed hesitantly, handing him the Old Fashion she’d prepared then started to make her own drink. “Why? Got something naughty in mind?” She asked, glancing up at him every now and then, seeing the blush on his face either from the heat of the house filled with mostly strangers or from whatever was going on in his mind.

“Always,” he grinned bravely, taking a large gulp of the whiskey for his sudden bashfulness. She raised a brow at him, her interest piqued, placing a few gummy worms into her already sweet drink.

“You gonna tell me or show me?” She asked, stepping forward as he took another sip. He choked on it a little, glanced around for anybody who could be watching or listening. At that time, she took a gummy worm and dangled it in front of him playfully. He obediently opened his mouth and let her push the gummy worm inside, the sweet and sour taste making him hum softly in satisfaction.

“Well, I-I was just gonna make a suggestion,” he stuttered, his mouth slightly full with the chewed up candy. He swallowed quickly when she licked her fingers lasciviously, just as he reached behind her to steal a bag of gummy bears.

“I think…” she murmured, hooking her fingers onto his belt loops and tugging him forward. “I think you should honour your costume and show me. Here.” He blinked down at her, his eyes wide and completely astounded at her bold words.

“Shit,” he muttered, his face a bright red colour. “Are you ovulating?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, the spell of wantonness suddenly broken. She took the bag of gummy worms she opened and started to walk away from him, carefully weaving through the dancing and sweaty bodies with her drink.

He downed the rest of the whiskey, knowing he’d definitely need it if she was going to keep it up with the hot flirting. He carefully dumped his cup into the sink then tried to follow her, only to lose her in the literal sea of bodies, salty and heavy. He easily found Jared even in his Green Arrow costume, standing high above most of the people. He was dancing and laughing with Gen, who was dressed as Wonder Woman, the two of them were talking to someone Jensen didn’t know.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Jensen said politely, turning to Jared. The man was kind and smiled at Jensen, standing off to the side to let Jensen have a quick chat with Jared and Gen. “Have you guys seen Y/N? I sorta lost her. Great costumes by the way,” Jensen rushed out, anxiously trying to get them to respond.

“Hey, Jensen!” Jared’s voice boomed, pulling him into a tight hug, drawing a wheeze from Jensen, which made Genevieve smack him. Jared pulled away and pouted at her, rubbing his arm dramatically but then became serious to focus on Jensen’s question.

“Yeah, she went upstairs with Misha, said it was a bit loud for her,” Gen replied, then made a little ‘oomph’ sound when Jensen hugged her quickly and said a quick thanks to them. Jared and Genevieve looked at each other curiously then got distracted by that same man who joined back in to continue their conversation.

Jensen knew that wasn’t actually the case, but he went upstairs anyway. Couples were kissing loudly and groping each other along the staircase, but upstairs must have been off limits because there was basically no one, just Misha waiting outside one of the doors while holding Y/N’s drink.

“Jensen! She’s using the restroom. Also, this is really sweet,” Misha laughed, handing Jensen the drink so he could try it. Jensen smiled and took the glass, lovingly looking at the colourful drink and the sugar rimmed edge, gummy worms swimming around inside. He shook his head as he thought of Y/N and tried the drink, which set his senses alight, his mouth overwhelmed by the sweetness and the barley-there flavour of vodka.

“Fuck, that’s…” Jensen licked his lips and Misha laughed, stepping aside when Y/N stepped out of the restroom. “Hey, honey. You okay?” She smiled and nodded at them, about to take her drink back, but Jensen pulled it back. She frowned, about to argue, but then he handed it to Misha. “Get rid of it, it’s just gonna give her a headache.” It was the truth, but he’d mostly tasked Misha with it so he could be alone with Y/N.

“Hey!” She whined, trying to walk past Jensen, which only excited Misha. Jensen wrapped his arms around her, stopping her from chasing their beloved friend, holding her close so she instantly started to melt into him.

“No, he’s right,” Misha chuckled, making a break for it. “You eat too much candy and you always get headaches!” Misha had already made it downstairs and he’d definitely be dumping that drink for the monstrosity that it was.

“Were you making me flustered on purpose?” He asked, getting straight to the point. She moved her face from where it was lazily pressed against his arm and gazed up at him, once again, still somehow being able to portray innocence with the dark eyeshadow around her eyes. “Why?”

She huffed softly, a little grin on her face, “because you’re not like Dean when it comes to sex and I think it’s funny to tease you.” She kissed him softly, quickly with her sticky lips, not giving him a chance to kiss her back properly. He just licked his lip from the sugar her lips smeared onto his.

“You think I’m… boring?” He asked, sounding a little confused. He wondered if maybe this was her way of telling him things were a little too vanilla and she needed more, more excitement, more spice, more than he could offer.

“No! God, no, Jay! Why does your mind always go there?” She wondered, holding his face. He grabbed her wrists, pushing her gently into the wall with his body.

“I love you…” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “I just want to make you happy.” He moved her hands away from his face and pinned them together holding them both above her head in one hand.

“I love you.. and you always make me happy,” she replied softly. Her eyes widened slightly when he started to tug her leather pants down her legs. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she blurted out, biting her lip with a blush heating up her face. He stopped for a moment, a smirk growing on his lips before he continued pulling them down.

“If I touch you in this hallway…” he whispered, kissing her lips swiftly. “Will I be more like Dean?” He stared into her eyes, saw her surprise and the thrill that made her chest rise and fall faster. His eyes flickered down between her legs, where she was indeed lacking underwear, and he let the pants hang low around her thighs.

“I want you. Not Dean,” she mumbled with a little pout, spreading her legs impatiently when he slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He squeezed her thigh, chuckling against her mouth when he leaned in to kiss her, gently pushing his teeth into her pillowy lip.

“But you also want Dean, you said so. I can give you that, it sounds hot.” He tapped the apex of her thigh teasingly, his dick getting harder with the way she squirmed against the wall. The walls vibrated from the loud music, the pictures and paintings on the wall shaking to the bass of the music. “So.. Do you want Dean, just for tonight? Then, we can see if we should do it more often…”

“Jensen, please,” she pleaded, twisting her hands impatiently, half-heartedly trying to get out of his grip.

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, quickly swiping two fingers through her wet folds. “It’s Dean, sweetheart.” His voice dropped slightly and his accent suddenly went away. She stared up at him, flustered and hot.

“D-Dean?” She stuttered shyly, grinding down on his fingers.

“Just.. a little more confident,” he smirked, moving his fingers to circle her clit torturously. She gasped, letting her head fall back against the wall with a quiet thud. The leather tightened around her thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs and she whined.

“Please,” she begged again, jutting her hips out so he’d stop teasing her.

“Not until you say my name, baby,” he murmured, then tapped her clit with his fingers a few times. She groaned in annoyance, her toes curling inside the boots she wore, her newly-dyed copper hair sticking to her face, from sweat that built up among the dancing people and now with Jensen’s teasing.

He pulled his hand away, but she didn’t stop squirming. Her eyes fluttered shut, thinking he’d stop teasing her by touching her and instead tease her by not touching her, but she gasped when he slapped her pussy. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him in surprise, a smug smile on his pink face.

She liked it and he knew it.

“Be a good girl and beg for it,” he mumbled, his voice deep and vibrating. When he rubbed his fingers against her heat, she knew it was just to prepare her for another slap. And as she’d expected, when she took too long to respond, he slapped her wet cunt again. The rough slap sent jolts of pleasure through her clit, causing her to moan.

“Please… Dean,” she whispered.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he praised mockingly, bringing two fingers to her entrance, “was it?” He slowly pushed them into her, but his lip to stop a moan when he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.

“No.. Dean,” she panted, lowering her hips to sink down his fingers faster. He laughed quietly at her eagerness and started to pump his fingers in and out of her, her slick already coating most of his fist.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He sounded breathless, his fingers tightened around her wrists and he plunged his fingers into her faster, flattening his palm onto her clit so it would grind onto it every time his fingers were buried deep inside her. His fingers curled against her walls, brushing over and over against the spongy surface inside that made her legs shake. A loud moan tore from her throat and he pressed his hips against her to grind his cock against her. “Who made you this wet, huh, sweetheart?”

“You…” she moaned, whining when he bit her jawline. “You, Dean,” she cried softly. He kissed her jaw lovingly and found her lips again to silence her moans as best as he could, even if no one could hear them over the loud music downstairs.

“Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” He teased, his warm breath fanning over her face. She bit her lip and nodded, her pussy tightening around his fingers. “You’re gonna moan my name when you cum,” he ordered, his nose tracing down the side of her face, nuzzling her neck to suck gently at her pulse point. “Say yes,” he murmured, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

“Yes, Dean,” she panted, shuddering when his warm breath made her sweat feel cool. He pulled away when he noticed her becoming tense, stared at her face and watched her eyes flutter open on cue.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, admiring the way her swollen lips parted to moan—squeal—‘Dean’, her brows furrowed in pleasure as her orgasm moved through her body. Her eyes were pretty and wide, glossed over with a haze of lust and whiny unshed tears.

He let go of her wrists but she only wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and brought him down for a passionate kiss that made him breathless. Behind his eyelids, he could still see that beautiful look on her face and he ground his hips against her thigh, wrapping his arm around her with his fingers now slowly moving in and out of her, gently palming her clit as her walls fluttered around his fingers.

When she came down from her orgasm, he gently continued to palm her clit, in a comforting manner now. He dropped kisses over her face and moved her hair out of her face lovingly, before withdrawing both from her cunt and from her body to admire her postorgasmic glow.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to watch her lift her pants up her weak and shaky legs. “I’m not done with you yet, angel,” he reminded her with a little chuckle, looking down at his cum covered fingers, he rubbed them together curiously.

“We both know Dean is a sub,” she grabbed him by his flannel and pulled him into the closest room. He smirked at her words and let her lead as she shut the door and locked it blindly, focused on the searing kiss she distracted him with. With one hand he grabbed her waist and with the other he started to undo his belt eagerly.

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The Convention

Summary: Who knew that helping a nervous woman ask a question, would lead to the best thing that ever happened to you…

You smiled and laughed when Jared and Jensen teased each other about how lovesick they are with their wives. You clapped when Genevieve and Danneel came from the curtains. She cheered with the crowd when the boys got up to kiss their wives.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” Jensen said into the mic.

“Um, ladies.” Jared said, coming to stand with Jensen. “What are you doing here?”

Gen raised the mic up to her mouth with a grin. “Did you expect us to stay home when there’s a con where we live.”

“Please,” Danneel laughed along with the crowd.

“Well,” Jared said, trying not to laugh. “The ladies have spoken. I guess it’s time for questions.”

Jensen closed his eyes, lifted a finger and spun around. Jared moved out the way with a laugh when Jensen’s hand got too close to his face. “Um, let’s start with this side.” Jensen opened his eyes, seeing his hand pointed to the right side of the room. “Yeah, this side.”

There was a girl to the left of you that went up to the mic. Her hands were shaking slightly, and it made you focus on her a little more. “Um, I-I,” she stuttered, obviously nervous. “S-sorry.”

“It’s ok, sweetie.” Danneel smiled lightly at the girl.

Jensen nodded. “Yeah, take your time.”

When the girl started shaking a little harder, you couldn’t help yourself and leaned forward. “Hi. You wanna tell me your question and I’ll ask them?”

The girl nodded gratefully, smiling when you put your phone down and stood up. She nervous girl whispered into her question into your ear, holding your wrist when she was done, and you stood in front of her. You cast a glance at her necklace, seeing the name Emily before speaking into the mic. “Hi, Emily’s a little shy so I’m asking her question for her.”

“That’s fine,” Jared and Jensen said together, smiling.

“Um, she wanted to know in your opinion what season did Sam have the best hair.”

The crowd immediately laughed along with the Padaleckis and Ackles. “That’s a great question. Jared?” Danneel was the first to stop laughing as much.

“I feel like we should all answer that.” Jared laughed at the look on Jensen’s face.

“I don't think I can answer that. Am I crazy? Is this a debate? He's had the same freaking haircut for 13 years.” Jensen looked genuinely confused. “What am I missing here?”

Jared raised a hand towards Jensen while the girls were laughing. “Take it easy.”

“He had a beard in the beginning of the season.” Danneel pointed out.

Jensen nodded at her input. “Yeah. Thank god he got rid of that. His hairs never changed.”

Genevieve raised her hand and patted Jared’s head. “I would say season 7.”

Jared smiled at his wife’s answer. “I- My favorite overall hair above the neck of Sam’s-”

Danneel interrupted him with a slight laugh. “Did you need to point that out?”

The crowd laughed louder at her. You smiled at the playful banter between them. This was one of the reasons you were apart of this family.

“I think my favorite hair of Sam’s of all time was episodes 1, 2 and 3 of season 14.”  

You cheered along with the crowd and laughed at the confused look on Jensen’s face. “What am I missing here?”

Danneel rubbed her husband’s shoulders in comfort, while trying not to laugh. “What was your favorite haircut, Ms. Emily?”

You looked the still shaken up girl next to you. She whispered her answer to you, and you repeated it to them. “She really loved season 9.”

Most of the crowd roared agreeing with her. “And what about you...” Genevieve trailed off waiting for your name.

“Y/N.”

“What was your favorite haircut, Y/N?” Gen repeated.

“Imma say, the beginning of season 6 and I really like the middle of season 7.”

The crowd roared even louder at your answer. Gen nodded her head to what you answered, sharing a look with Jared. “I agree. Those are my favorite too.”

Jensen sat there shaking his head. “What am I missing here?”

You laughed at him. “It’s just, the length changes. It was below his shoulders at one point. There was the slicked back look for the priests in season 1, I think. He had bangs in the very, very beginning and-”

The crowd laughed when Jensen threw his hands up and walked away.

Gen raised her mic up to her lips. “You know a lot about his hair.”

You shrugged, “To be fair, I’m a Sam girl.”

Half the crowd cheered even louder with that.

Jared laughed in Jensen’s face. “He-he. Look at that.”

“But-” you laughed when Jensen mocked Jared. “I’m also a Ruby fan.”

“Oh, come on.” Jensen yelled into the mic.

“I’m coming to give you a hug.” Gen said, putting her mic on Jared’s lap before coming your way. She gave you a tight hug and kiss on the cheek before waking away. She grabbed the mic back from Jared. “Y/N’s my new best friend.”

“Gladly,” you yelled, smiling when she winked at you.

You sat through the rest of the con, holding onto Emily’s still shaking hand. You could tell she had anxiety, and you could understand that feeling so you were happy to be some form of anchor. Even if you had no idea who she was.

You could see Jared and Genevieve looking your way a few times, but you thought that they were subtly checking on Emily.

You sat there when the con ended, talking to Emily. It was only when she stood, did you stand too. You exchanged phone numbers with the promise of meeting up soon. You had just grabbed when someone laid a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Jared Padalecki himself standing there. “Hi.” Was all you managed to say.

He laughed, some of his falling in his face. “Hi, Ms. Y/N. Do you have anywhere to be?”

You looked at your watch before looking back at him. “No.”

He smiled, showing his teeth. “Perfect. You mind following with me?”

You shook your head no, putting your purse on your shoulder and following the giant. He led you to the green room where Jensen, Danneel and Gen were. “Guys,” he caught their attention before stepping to the side, exposing you. “Ms. Y/N.”

Jensen stepped forward, extending his arm. “Hi, sweetheart.” He called you into a hug before letting go. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” You looked slightly starstruck. “Um, not to be rude or anything, but could somebody tell me what I’m doing here before I faint?”

The girls laughed while the boys tried to hide a smile. “We just wanted to thank you personally for helping Emily out. You didn’t have to, and it was really kind.”

Jared nodded in agreement with Danneel. “Everybody else would’ve just sat there so, again thank you.”

You waved your hand. “It was nothing.”

Jensen could tell you were one of those people that didn’t take compliments, so he changed the subject. “Is this your first con?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ve been to most of them.”

“Here, have a seat,” Jared said, leading to the couches they have in the room. You sat putting your purse next to you. “Where are you from?”

“Houston, Texas, born and raised.”

Danneel and Genevieve smiled at each other. “So, we have another Texan in the building, I see.”

“Do you still live in Texas or are you just visiting?” Jared asked, leaning on the wall next to a mini fridge.

“I’ve lived outside of Austin for like 8 years now.”

“You don’t have to answer but you’re like in your late 20’s right?” Gen asked, hesitantly.

You hummed, confirming her answer. “I’ll be 27 on Christmas.”

“A true Christmas baby. I can now officially say, I’ve met someone born on Christmas.” Jared clapped lightly, causing you to laugh.

“And I can tell my mom that I’ve met two of my woman crushes and their husbands. We can die in peace now.” Your response had them laughing, but you could see Genevieve blush slightly.

“Are you close with your parents?” Jared asked, wrapping an arm around Gen and pulling her into his lap.

“Parent. And yes. My dad died in 2013 so it’s just me and my mom now and we’re all each other have.” You shrugged off their sympathetic looks.

“Sorry for your lost,” Jensen said at the same time as Danneel.

“Don’t be. We had years to prepare for it so, we’ve come to terms for it.”

Gen opened her mouth, but your alarm went off in your purse. You took it out with a wince. “Sorry, guys. I have to get to work.”

They nodded in understanding, Gen standing up and hugging you. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

You hugged her back, before doing the same to everyone else. “No really, the please was all mine. This was a dream come true. You guys have made my year.”

“Here, we’ll walk you out.” Jared pointed to the door you originally came through.

You followed him and Genevieve out, waving to the Ackles. It was a comfortable silence as they walked you outside. Before you completely left the building, you thanked them once again.

Jared caught your arm before the doors opened. “Hey. Do you think we could get your number? Maybe do a lunch or something? Get to know you.” He seemed shy and so did the brown-haired girl next to him.

You smiled, giving him your phone opened to the new contacts. He added him and Gen and sent a text to both their phones before he handed you your phone back. Gen smiled after she,  presumedly, saved your contact. “What time do you get off work?”

“Around 3 today.”

“We’ll call.” Gen gave you another hug and surprisingly a kiss on the cheek.

It wasn’t until you got in your car, did you fully understand what happened. “Holy shit, I just gave Jared and Gen my number.”

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Breathing Underwater

Summary: After quite the bad first impression to your new boss and your coworkers bullying you, you think your new job is actually your seat in hell. On a journey to try and change, you have an unexpected encounter. And with her help, you learn to love yourself for who you are instead of changing for people that don’t care.

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Home For Christmas

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Prompt - Someone resorts to desperate measures to get home for Christmas. “Sounds like a fun party…So why aren’t you inside enjoying it?”

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“Want a top-up?” Genevieve asks you, holding up a half-full bottle of Pinot Noir. You just shake your head and excuse yourself outside to the patio. 

Austin winters were generally quite mild and tonight you were thankful for it. Still, you wrap your shawl tighter around yourself as you look out over the Padalecki’s backyard from the deck. The kids are all noisily singing carols and playing games inside and you know you should be in there celebrating Christmas Eve with them but it’s hard to get into the spirit when you know their Christmas wishes won’t be coming true. Ever since your husband gave you the unfortunate news a few days ago you’ve been trying to find ways to keep the kids distracted and make the season as special as possible. 

That’s how you ended up planning a joint Christmas with the Padaleckis, starting with a sleepover tonight. You packed up all the stockings and presents and hid them in the back of the car earlier in the day so you can surprise them in the morning. You contemplate trying to put your act back on to join them when your phone rings. You stare at your husband’s name on the screen for a moment before answering. His tired yet handsome face pops up filling your screen. You return the most sincere smile you can.

“Hey Honey,” you say.

“Hey Sweetheart, how’s the party going?”

“Great. Gen broke out the wine and the kids are inside doing karaoke and playing games together. They seem happy…”

“Sounds like a fun party … So why aren’t you inside enjoying it?”

“Just getting some fresh air … And trying to work out how I’m going to break the news to them. In 10 years you’ve never once missed Christmas.”

“I know. Everything was different when I was filming Supernatural. I just don’t have any pull around here. I would give anything to be there with you guys, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know. I just … I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault filming got held up. Do you wanna talk to the kids?”

“I don’t wanna upset them. We can video call with them tomorrow.”

“Okay…”

“I gotta get back on set, try and have some fun for me. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jensen.”

Once the line goes silent you shove your phone back in your pocket, take a deep breath to compose yourself and go back inside. You refill your glass as you walk through the kitchen, taking a big gulp before joining everyone in the living room. Sitting down on the couch beside Gen she pats your knee comfortingly – she knows how hard it can be to not have your partner by your side, especially during special occasions so has been doing her best to cheer you up. 

“Alright, kiddos, I think it’s time to start getting ready for bed,” Jared says standing up and lowering the volume of the music. All the kids groan in unison. 

Gen sits up straighter and adds, “Do you want Santa to come? Santa only comes if everyone is asleep.” 

“But we wanna stay up and see him!” Tom whines.

“That’s not how it works. Santa won’t come if you’re not tucked up in bed,” Gen adds.

“But Mamma, can’t we stay up a little while longer? What if Daddy gets here?” your daughter asks as she climbs into your lap.

“Uncle Jared and Aunty Gen are right, Santa won’t come if you stay awake, and nor will Dad.” You kiss your daughter on the head and stand up keeping your four-year-old on your hip. “Come on guys, go upstairs and brush your teeth and I’ll come up and read you a story and tuck you in.” You carry your daughter upstairs as the other kids begrudgingly following behind. 

Once they all run into the bathroom to brush their teeth your seven-year-old son hangs behind for a second. “He’s not coming home is he?” he asks.

You crouch down to his level and shake your head, “I’m sorry, Baby, he’s doing his best. He wishes he could be here. He loves you and your sister so much.”

“Can we at least call him before bed?”

“Go brush your teeth and I’ll text him and see if he can have a quick chat between scenes.”

Your son nods and joins the rest of the kids in the bathroom. You send off a text to Jensen asking if he can talk, but you already know he won’t check it while filming. Then you sit on the end of Tom’s bunk bed with the Twas The Night Before Christmas book and wait for the kids to come in. Once they come in you give them a few minutes to settle under the blankets of the two beds and then start to read. 

“... Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.” you read. Closing the book, you stand up and tuck them all in.

Your son quietly stops you, “So no answer?”

You shake your head. “Sorry, Sweetie, he must be working. He’ll call in the morning.”

He sadly rolls over, snuggling into the covers beside his sister. Holding back tears you turn on the twinkling Christmas lights on the small tree in the bedroom, shut off the overhead light and quietly shut the door before making your way back downstairs. 

As you sit on the couch where Jared and Gen are both now spread out she asks, “They go down okay?”

“Yeah, they’re good kids. I just wish I could give mine what they want most.”

“It’s hard to believe they kept filming so late. I’ve never been asked to work Christmas,” Jared says.

“They weren’t meant to, but there was a blizzard and they got pushed back and then a few of them just couldn’t get a flight so they decided to keep filming. I know he tried his best. It’s not his fault, it just sucks. Especially for the kids.”

The three of you sit quietly scrolling on your phones for a while waiting until you’re sure the kids are all fully asleep. After about half an hour you all get up and start to arrange the presents under the big tree in the living room. Jared drinks the glass of eggnog and takes a bite out of the carrot and cookies the kids put out for Santa and his reindeer earlier in the evening. You and Gen also fill the stockings on the fireplace. 

“I hope they’re happy with what I could manage,” you say.

“As you said, they’re good kids. They’ll be grateful even if a little disappointed that their dad’s not here,” Gen says as she hugs you. 

“Come on, we should all get some sleep. They’ll all be up at the crack of dawn,” Jared adds. You and Gen nod. Jared goes around the house shutting off lights and checking the doors as you and Gen head upstairs. You take a quick shower changing into a pair of comfy, warm Christmas pyjamas before laying down in the guest bed. 

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It’s well after midnight when a quiet knocking noise wakes you up. You blink a few times, adjusting to the lack of light in the room. You hear the quiet knocking again from the balcony doors, so you get up and make your way towards the doors. When you slide the sheer curtain to the side carefully you’re met with the sight of a tall, muscular man with a bushy beard in a red hat, flannel and dark jeans. Covering your mouth to keep yourself quiet you swing the door open and let the man in. As he steps in he holds a small piece of mistletoe above your head. 

“Sorry Santa, I don’t think my husband would appreciate me kissing another man.”

“It can be our little secret. You can’t deny the mistletoe,” he says as he leans down and captures your lips with his in a soft, passionate kiss. You eagerly kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

As you pull back slightly you run your fingers through his long, scruffy beard and say, “I could get used to this.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“But how? Earlier you said-” you ask.

“After that call, I knew I had to find a way to get here. So, I called in a few favours. Trust me, it was all worth it to be here with you and to see the kid’s reactions in the morning.”

“They’re gonna be so happy. You know their Santa letters really only had one thing on them: for Daddy to come home. They’ve been so good and understanding, but also trying hard to cover their sadness.”

“I love my job, you know that. But I love being a husband and a father more. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“I love you so much.”

“Do you think you can keep quiet if I give you your first Christmas present now?”

“Jensen…You just being here is enough.”

“Maybe it’s a little bit for me too…” He starts walking you back towards the bed until the back of your knees hit the soft blanket. “You have to promise to stay quiet though.”

You bite your bottom lip between your teeth and nod and he pushes you back, you sink into the mattress. Looking down at you splayed out for him, he pulls off his hat and flannel before crawling onto the bed, holding his weight above you. 

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You wake with a start when you hear doors opening down the hall and loud voices. You quickly shake your naked husband to wake him. “I know you’re tired but you gotta get dressed and get downstairs. If they find out you were here most of the night…”

He tiredly rubs his eyes and sits up while you jump out of bed, lock the door and pull your pyjamas back on. You toss his clothes at him impatiently as you hear loud knocking on the door and see the doorknob turning. 

“Mummy! Mummy! It’s Christmas and Santa was here! Why won’t your door open?” you hear your daughter calling from the hallway.

Jensen finally pulls his shirt on and stands up. As he’s pulling his jeans up his legs you push him towards the balcony doors. As he’s doing up his button and zipper you pull his hat over his messy hair and shut the doors behind him.

“Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!” the whinging continues. As soon as you can’t see Jensen on the balcony anymore you open the bedroom door. 

“Sorry, Baby, I must’ve locked in last night when I went to bed. Merry Christmas! Did you say Santa was here?”

“Yeah! Santa drinked the milk and ate the cookies! And left presents!”

“Really? Is everyone else downstairs?”

“Yep! You sleeped in.”

“I did. Let’s go join everyone.” You pick her up and carry her downstairs.

Just as you get downstairs you hear a loud knock on the front door. “Should we get that, Bubba?” She nods, as you carry her towards the door. Your son is busy rummaging through his stocking with Tom and Shep and barely hears anything. As you open the door your daughter screams and reaches for her dad instantly. Finally hearing the raucous the boys run into the entryway, your son’s jaw instantly drops when he sees his dad and runs into his arms. You smile at the scene in front of you before Jensen pulls you into the family group hug. 

#tgwrcjulyevent #jensen ackles fluff #jensen ackles fic #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles x reader

[princesskitty5]

Am I dreaming?

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cheating

Word count: 3,576

Summary: You meet Jared at a convention but the innocent photo ops turn steamy

This is purley fiction based on the comic con Jared recently attended in England. This fiction is not meant to be harmful or offensive to Genevieve as I think she’s a sweetheart and they are a good match!  

The sunshine shinning through my bedroom curtains awoke me, yawning with a stretch of my arms above my head and a straightening of my legs a smile spread across my face. Today was the day. The day I meet Jared Padalecki, living in the uk and only being 21 meant I’ve never got to meet him before as times he’s came down before to the uk I didn’t really know about him. I have been watching supernatural since I was 14 but today is the day I finally see him and have his arms around me! Excited is definitely an understatement. Sitting myself up in bed I check my phone seeing it is just gone 7:30, with excitement I climb out of my bed and open my light purple curtains ready for what today has in store for me. My outfit for the day was already picked out, being a black thin strap dress with small cherries on it, the back also was made up of a thin strap showing most of my back to just above my ass.

My shoes are a pair of black wedged sandals with stapes going around the ankles, with a small black cardigan incase I get cold. 

My outfit was not exactly con appropriate due to all the standing I will have to do but I wanted to stand out from the crowd and hopefully catch his attention, I know wishful thinking. I know he has I wife and I have nothing against her, she’s beautiful and they have such cute kids but I mean can you blame a girl for trying? I have had a crush on this guy for years he’s such a stud if I get my chance hell yeah I’m taking it.

I head into my bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair then head straight into my kitchen for breakfast, I live in a studio apartment so my space is pretty small but still big, big enough for two even, again wishful thinking ha. I go ahead and make myself a sandwich, once finished I pop my dish in the sink that can be laters job and head straight for the shower. In the shower I make sure to come out smooth as a baby with my hair naturally curly, once out I proceed to defuse my hair and dry off then get my outfit on ready to head out. After grabbing my bag and making sure I have everything I need I go and head to the train station, the time only being 8:30 I should get there with plenty of time with entry being available for me from 9am and photo ops not being needed until 2:30pm. Away in my thoughts I was surprised when the train arrived 10 minutes before its estimated arrival, getting up off the bench I was sat on I headed towards my train and through the doors finding two seats free near a window. Sitting down I popped my headphones in ready for the long journey ahead of me and the train set off towards Wales.

After a two hour journey you arrived at the train station just past 10:30, with the train coming to a stop you gathered your things and called for a taxi, with the taxi arriving after 5 minutes you headed to the comic con. While in the taxi you checked to see if your hair was in the right place and you applied some cherry lip balm, when the taxi came to a halt I looked outside the window and was utterly shocked at how massive the queue was. The queue must of had at least 400 people in it, getting out the car I headed to the gates where one side said priority and the other general entry, unsure of what either of that meant I asked a security guy at the gate and he told me that priority meant early access meaning my ticket so I went were he told me and with a sigh of relief I passed though all of the crowd and got in first, I did feel bad for the people who had to wait but I did get a different ticket type and I’m more glad now then ever. Heading through the doors I entered into a big room where all the stalls where set up and different actors where doing autographs there was one room split into two by a stair case with overhead railing for actors to cross floors without coming into contact with too many fans. The first place I headed was directly into the first set of stalls near the Doctor Who phone box, there must have been around 12 stalls all filled with really intriguing things such as DC and Marvel merch with goody bags, there was also  crystals, dragon ordiments and dragon soaps dressed as characters, drawings and more.

There was also so many people in fancy dress it's amazing, looking around in aww I browsed all merch I liked the look of and brought a few bits while then headed straight to the cafe for a drink of hot chocolate, it was nice to have a relax while waiting for my three photo ops. Looking at my schedules I saw I had one with Samantha and Jared at 2:30 and two with jared at 2:45 luckily they was in the same room, with only a few hours to kill I had a nice drink and relax then headed to look around some more.

2:25pm

Rushing back into the building, I headed straight to the photo op room I was panicking that I was going to miss my ops, I had been late deciding to stay the night in Wales instead of rushing back home in time for a train so I booked myself a room at holiday inn which luckily was walking distance. By the time I reached the doors everyone was already in line and it looked like I was last, with a sigh I go to the end of the line for my Samantha and jared photo op, the queue was around four lines long so I decided to have a seat down on the floor like most people were doing while going on my phone to pass time. Surprisingly I wasn’t nervous I really thought I would be but I wasn’t at all, slowly the line went down and it become three lines instead of four, checking the time I could tell it looked like they was having scheduling issues, I would have missed my jared solo op if they didn’t move it up to a later time.

Three lines become two and then one and soon enough I was standing up, as the room was clearing and the line was disappearing I slowly came round the screens and seen jared and Samantha, I instantly got butterflies but I wasn’t about to let my nerves get ahead of me and make me sit this out. Standing next in line as the last person left and they both turned to me, the manager then announcing I was the last person before the solo ops. Jared had a big smile on his beard clad face and Samatha had a small smile too, they invited me into their arms and asked me what my name was while replying it was "(y/n)" Jared smiled and said “that’s a beautiful name”, making me blush I looked away and the person behind the camera said “ready?”, while the flash went off I felt Jared’s hand slowly make its way down my back touching just above my ass.

With each touch he made me shiver, in the photo Samantha was hugging me one side and Jared was close to me with his arm around me unaware to the camera it was very close to my ass. My head was resting against his chest., the photographer announced it was done and I said “thank you” to them both, Samantha told me I was “very welcome” and she headed off. Jared’s eyes where following me I got my ticket for the print out and walked round the screens, he followed me and said “I really liked that photo, I hope it turns out great!” I replied blushing “me too, thank you so much it has been amazing to meet you….. I’ve always been a sam girl” a chuckle left my lips, his smile appeared bigger and he said “will I see you anymore today? Do you have an autograph or solo op with me?” I smiled sweetly and replied “actually I have two solo ops with you!” “Great! Hopefully you’ll be last again” he said with a wink as he walked off. Making me weak in the knees as I grabbed my things and headed outside again to wait for my solo ops.

After a fifteen minute wait the doors opened up again, as everyone pushed into the room Jared’s words played back into my mind “Great! Hopefully you’ll be last again”…. Sighing I decided it wouldn’t kill me to wait and see if his words had meaning behind them. Sitting down in the corridor I waited half an hour to see if others went in, seeing no one else enter I picked up my things and headed in grabbing my token. Walking up I was the last at the end of two lines, waiting patiently the line was going down fast luckily as I was getting impatient.

Jared's Pov

Smiling as a new person came through the screens expecting it to be (y/n) and trying not to be disappointed when it wasn’t. As person after person came I started to lose hope that (y/n) was coming at all and decided to just forget about her, I know I’m married but there was something about her that my mind and body just couldn’t shake off. Was it the fact she was gorgeous? I don’t think so, I know she absolutely stunning but that’s not it, it was something else and no matter what I just couldn’t pin point it, and boy was that frustrating. “How many people are left?” I asked “not many jar only around five” I nodded at my manager thinking I’ll just power through these people then head back to the hotel to see Gen and hopefully get my mind off this girl. As photos are being taken and while I was trying to take my mind off of her my manager announced there wasn’t anyone else left, frowning my head falling I looked up when I heard “sorry! I was late is it still okay to have my photos taken?”.

Before my manager could answer with a massive smile I replied “of course!” A little too excited “get over here!” She smiled. God she is beautiful, she looked into my soul with every gaze, I knew now I had passed the point of no return, I had to have her, I needed her! Pulling her closer in to me as we gaze into each others eyes we posed for the camera, my eyes got lost in hers almost missing the photographers words “perfect, what pose next?” Her smile never faulted when she replied “I was thinking a dancing dip pose… that’s of course if I’m not too heavy for you” she looked away embarrassed, I was taken back “what do you mean, if you’r not to heavy?” She looked at me confused “well I am a curvy women, I’m a size 18 uk, I don’t know what that is in American but that isn’t exactly skinny.” looking at her with adoration and love I replied “darling your perfect the way you are, dress size doesn’t matter your beautiful on the outside just as you are on the inside. Please don’t ever think differently and with regards to me handling how heavy you think you are, let me show you how light you actually are” and in one big swoop I lifted her up with no effort as she let out a squeal of excitement.

Y/N Pov

He lifted me up in one big swoop as I let out a shriek of excitement “Jesus Jared, you really are strong” I said laughing, looking up at him in the cradled position he is holding me in. “Did you think I wasn’t darlin?” He asked with a joking tone, I blushed and answered “well I guess I always thought you were but I never truly knew” with a smile on my face he put me down and we posed for the last photo. After we was done I looked at him with slight disappointment on my face as his manager perked up and said “let me show you out, come on jared go take a break, you have autographs soon.” I looked at him with a disappointing smile and said “thank you for making my day, honestly I never thought i'd meet you and I’m truly glad I did….. I guess I wish it didn’t have to end.” I smiled and turned to walk away as Jared perked up and turned to his manager “hey, I’m going to walk her out, you guys take a break I’ll see you at autos” “but Jared she’s a fan! She could be dangerous. We can’t leave you alone with her.” Jared’s face turned serious “ I appreciate you guys but I can handle myself, I pay you and I say take a break. I will be fine” “are you sure?” “Yes I’m sure” Jared replied his tone going soft. His manager nodded “okay”.

After a few minutes in silence we were left alone, looking at Jared with a smile he held his hand out “want to take a look around with me?” I smiled and took his hand “definitely!”. Walking through doors I had seen earlier I said to him “can I ask you something?” He looked at me while we walk down the quiet corridor “sure, what’s up?” “Why are you paying attention to me?, you’re being so sweet to me. You know you don’t have to right?” Jared paused turning to look at me with a smile “ you don’t see it do you?” “See what?” I asked with a look of confusion “here, let me show you?” He walked closed to me arms wrapping around my curvy waist pulling me into him, my breath hitched as his lips connected with mine. One of his arms moved up to cradle my face and I paused in astonishment, he then was pulling away assuming because he thought I wasn’t into it, I kissed him  back my tongue licking the bottom of his lip asking for entrance which he obliged, our tongues in each others mouths.

Getting carried away with the kiss, I felt my back hit the wall as his right hand sneaked his way into the back of my curly (y/h/c) hair, coming back to reality I gasped pulling away, grunting “I’m going to probably regret this but, are you sure you want to do this…. You are married” Jared turned to look at his wedding ring and sighed “ I know you’re right I have a wife and three kids…. But (y/n) there is something about you I just can’t shake” after a pause he continued “you mesmerise me babe. I want you so unbelievably bad, I’ve never felt this way before even with the thousands of people I’ve met, your the first to make me act like this….. I don’t even think I’ve felt this way about me wife.” Taken back I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, no one has every made you feel the way he does, you didn’t care about anyone or anything, you wanted him too. After a few minutes I needed to catch my breath and I breathed out “Jared if you don’t want to do this tell me now, if you do then lets go back to my hotel room, I want you to fuck me”.

No ones Pov

After being stunned by my words he grunted, panting out “can’t wait until hotel, come on there’s a bathroom this way” he grabbed my right hand with his left dragging me to the bathroom he had seen. He guided me to a bathroom, as we both went in I observed how clean it was, he broke me from my train of thought with his lips and tongue viciously attacking my neck, moaning he pushed me up against the wall his 6ft 4 figure towering over my 5ft 2 curvy figure. His hand tapping the back of my thighs as he hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, he walked forward placing me on the counter pulling the straps to my dress down, my size E breasts being released from their confinement’s.

With a moan he scooped up my breast pulling his face between them while sucking on my nipples, throwing my head back as moans are leaving my lips. His mouth biting and sucking at my breast eliciting all kind of noises for me, my hands grabbing at his belt and tugging it open. He pulled away from my breast and stepped back to undue his belt and his button, letting his jeans fall to the ground revealing his large bulge in his tight boxes, biting my lip he moved forward closer to me his hands snaking under my dress finding my purple thong, tugging it down my thick thighs it was discarded somewhere in the bathroom. Snaking his fingers between my thighs his lips found mine again as his fingers played with me, rubbing up and down my soft folds. Luckily preparing was something you did before coming, making sure to shave everywhere except your landing strip, a bit of hair never hurt anyone……I think. As the kisses got deeper I spread my thighs wide, leaning back a little so he had better access,his thumb finding my clit rubbing tight circles causing me to moan more and get wetter by the minute. After a couple minutes of playing he pulled away from the kiss to get on his knees wanting to eat me out, grabbing his shoulders I shook my head no “later, I need you inside me now!” with a slight chuckle he nodded “come her baby”. Moving closer to the edge surprising me he hoisted me up around him and lowered me onto his enlarged cock, moans explicating from my mouth like a porn star. 

Completely shocked at the noises that are coming out of me, I didn’t care he felt so good, we fit just right. He walked us back towards the bathroom wall, my head thrown back moaning, he started off at a slow pace after a couple second I demanded “more baby! I need more! Harder” nodding he lowered his neck into the crook of mine sucking and kissing at all of my exposed skin as his arms rested under my thighs lifting me with his deep thrust’s, each thrust was deeper and faster, feeling so good inside me I felt that familiar feeling of being close. My moans were getting louder and they only edged him on more causing his orgasm to quickly make an appearance, grabbing the top of his shoulders I helped his thrusts by bouncing my ass against him harder. “God Jared please, I need to cum" nodding his head he said "cum with me baby” grunting and moaning “(y/n)” he came spilling inside me, feeling him pulsating his load inside my tight hole, you fell over the edge screaming into his neck shaking as the most powerful orgasm hit you. Jared feel forward resting his head against the wall and his arms still wrapped around you, he slowly thrusts until he comes to a stop, pulling out he asks me “are you okay? Do you want me to sit you down on the counter?”.

Smiling at him like I’m high I reply “I love how your being so sweet even after a heck of a ride” with a laugh he slowly walks to the counter and puts me down gently, he starts washing his hands and pulls his pants up, doing up his belt and sorting himself out. After a couple minutes of watching him I see him go into a stall and grab a hand towel “wow this bathroom really is posh isn’t it” I laughed out loud, he smiled “this is all I get now I’ve been leads in shows but before the bathrooms where terrible, don’t get me wrong I still use horrible bathrooms, I don’t really like the special treatment but I must admit the nice toilets are definitely a plus” nodding my head in acknowledgment I continue watching him as he grabbed the towel and ran it under some water. 

He comes over to me and starts cleaning the cum off of me where it had ran down my thighs out of my pussy, I look at him in aww and he says “what’s up? Has no one ever done this for you before?” “Honestly……no, is that bad?” “Yes. You should be treated like the princess you are babe” I smile at him and ask “do you regret it?” He replies looking in my eyes as he comes to a stop cleaning me “definitely not, I don’t want to scare you but I think I’m falling for you (y/n)” “really Jared?” He nods in agreement “I really must be dreaming” you whisper

To be continued?

Let me know if you guys crave more! I honestly loved writing this I had so much fun! Thinking I might turn this into a series. Where will this go from here, what will Jared do, he has a family. Will he choose her?

written by R-J_C (me)

#jared paladecki #Jared padalecki x reader #jared padalecki x curvy reader #jared smut #walker #spn

[jensen-ackles-girl]

Author’s Note: This is the first story I've posted on here, bare with me guys I've been trying to work on my writing it's not that good so please don't hate on my grammar or spelling errors I'm trying! I hope you like

(I've decided to make this a series so hope you guys like it)

Pairing: Jared x SisterReader! , Genevieve x Reader (mentioned), jensen x reader (mentioned) , jensen x reader

Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Jared padalecki they both grew up in San Antonio, Texas they both have good acting jobs both live in Austin, Texas so when the opportunity of a lifetime comes to Y/N to fly to Vancouver to be apart of supernatural

Warnings: Fluff,Some cussing,Family

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Chapter 10

Y/N was abruptly woken up when the sun started shining through the curtains and she frowned. As she groans throwing the covers over her head and trying to go back to sleep that sleep was rudely interrupted when her older brother Jared knocked on her door then opened it when she didn't answer and poked his head in her room. He chuckled to himself as he saw her still sleeping. He cleared his throat and knocked on her door a little louder this time "Rise and shine princess we're going out to have a fun filled day with the kids wanna come". He laughed when he was met with a groan. "Come on it will be fun". She groaned again as the peeked out at him from her spot on the bed. "Why do early though can't it be a little later". He shook his head no "no it can't be later so come on if you're coming missy".

She groaned again as she threw the covers to the side and sat up "I'm guessing you're not taking no for an answer" he shook his head no. "Nope you've got that right I'm not". She rolled her eyes and stretched "fine I'm coming". He smiled brightly "good then get ready and try to hurry we're leaving in a few minutes". She glared at him and threw a pillow his way. Which he easily dogged he chuckled and shut her door throwing over his shoulder to hurry up as he left. She rolled her eyes as she got up and quickly took a shower and found some clothes to throw on that consisted of a pair of blue jeans, a t-shirt, and a light sweater, paired with her Gray sneakers.

She quickly brushed out her hair and put it in a long ponytail as she grabbed her phone and purse as she walked down the stairs. "Okay okay I'm ready to go" Genevieve smiled as she looked up at her "perfect". They packed the car up and loaded everyone in then began there journey to have a fun filled day with their family. As they started towards the park. When they got to the park they unloaded the car then got the children out to play the kids took off towards the playground as they parents and aunt found a park bench to sit down and watch the children play. Their was heartfelt conversation and laughter filling the air as they watch the children play. They stayed at the park for awhile but soon went home when the children became to tried to play. They loaded up the car and headed home. They got home and y/n helped them get the kids to bed then she went to bed herself having to get up early in the next day for work.

She changed herself into her PJs and crawled into bed as she sat an alarm for early in the morning it didn't take long for her to fall asleep the weight of the busy day she had helping her to drift off to sleep as she was thankful that sleep took her quick. Because she had to get up extra early in the morning. Soon enough her alarm woke her up the next morning as she let out a groan shutting her alarm off as she got out of bed quickly getting into the shower to get cleaned up as she stepped out and dried off quickly throwing on some clothes and fixing her hair as she tugged on her shoes grabbing her phone and purse. Walking down the stairs as she yawns lightly walking into the kitchen as she put on some coffee. Grabbing some bread to toast for breakfast as she waited for the coffee pot to stop. Jared was the next to enter the kitchen giving her a sleepy "good morning" as he rubbed his eyes. The coffee pot went off as she fixed herself and her brother a cup of coffee handing it to him as he gratefully took it.

She fixed the toast and spread some butter and grap jelly over it as she fixed one for her brother as well they both ate in silence sipping on their coffee as well after they were done they grabbed their stuff to go y/n was the first out the door as jared said his goodbyes to his wife. Cliff was outside waiting for them y/n was the first to slide in grunting when Cliff said "good morning" to her she definitely wasn't a morning person but jared sure was. He happy told Cliff good morning as he climbed into the car heading to jensen house to pick him up. When they arrived he climbed into the backseat where the two of them were he said good morning to them both Sam saying it back as y/n grunted in return. This causing jensen to let out a chuckle clearly amused by her grumpiness in the mornings. This sent a glare his way as y/n glared at him. This only sending jensen in a fit of chuckles. As y/n grumble from where she sat.

They made it to work all three of them climbing out of the car as they walked to the set. It was going to be a long day of filming. And long hours at the office which the three of them knew they walked to their separate trailers to put their stuff up y/n putting her stuff in a safe place as she locks up her trailer when she was done making sure she had her keys on her and phone on her as she made her way to the makeup trailer to start her day. Which didn't take long she was in and out of there quickly as she made her way to wardrobe getting herself ready in costume for a busy day at work. She did indeed enjoy it though she couldn't think of anything better to do than be doing this. It was going to be a long and trying day but a fun filled one with lots of action and adventure.

Note: I'm so sorry it took so long for me to continue this I've been busy and lost motivation to write but hopefully I'm back and in the swing of things feedback is appreciated hope you guys enjoy

Tags: @supraveng

#supernatural #family #spn fic #jensen ackles #jared paladecki #genevieve padalecki #jared padalecki x reader #jensen ackles x reader #x reader

[impalaimagining]

You Saved Me - 20

Jared Padalecki x Reader, past Jared Padalecki x Genevieve, past Evan (OC) x Reader

2,073 words

Warnings: smut, 18+ only please

Series Masterlist - Masterlist

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Each morning after the brewery party started roughly the same way. Jared’s alarm went off. He stopped it from blaring through the bedroom. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back into his chest. His lips fluttered over the skin of your shoulder blade, your neck, your back, anywhere he could reach, still exposed from the night before. Jared worked his way down the bed, down your body, until he was fully submerged in everything that was you.

His tongue lapped at you, his thumbs spreading you open to him. Jared’s tongue fucked into you, the tip of his nose catching on your clit and making your thighs tremble. You pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged gently, rocking your hips and sliding yourself over his tastebuds. With a cry of his name, you crumbled, legs shaking, chest heaving as you panted in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.

Jared ascended your body with a grin splitting his face. He licked his lips and wedged his hips between your thighs.

The two of you rolled around between the sheets until the last possible minute before he had to get out of bed to shower. Even then, Jared would sometimes drag you along with him, pressing your back against the icy tiles and kissing you breathless as the air around you filled with steam.

“Son of a bitch.” Jared huffed into the crook of your neck. It was a Saturday, and he should’ve been off work, but it was getting close to the end of the season, and he had some post-production business to attend to.

You pulled back and looked up at Jared, a blissed-out but sleepy smile on your lips. “You okay?”

Jard returned your grin and nodded. “Beyond.” He chuckled. “Just don’t wanna spend the day away from you.”

You pouted. “I know, babe, but executive producer is a big role. Lots of behind-the-scenes jobs.” Jared just sighed, knowing you were right. “Hey.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “I’m so proud of you.

Jared’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink before he tried to brush your compliment off with a self-deprecating joke.

“Stop.” You admonished. “I’m serious, Jared. You’ve come so far in this field. You started out as a kid on Gilmore Girls, grew up on screen in front of millions of people, and now you’re a grown man with a family, and a damn good title before your name in the credits, and a hell of a legacy.”

“Baby.” Jared looked into your eyes. “Thank you.” He pressed his lips firmly against yours. “Thank you for your support through all of this. I know our lives together has a bit of a… rocky history. I know it’s not easy just being thrown into this lifestyle, either. With,” Jared cleared his throat, “with Gen, it was… easy - er, um - she knew the lifestyle. She knew what it was like being an actor, so she knew what it was like to be dating one, to be married to one.” You just nodded slowly as Jared continued. “And it’s not even just that for you - for us. It’s the kids, the ex-wife, the…”

“The stalker.” You finished his sentence, beginning your own tangent. “The stalker, the two kids who were barely school-age when I met you and are now… entire human beings on the verge of adults, the ex-wife who thought I was trying to steal her children from her, the third baby who looks eerily similar to the other two kids you and Genevieve have together.” You couldn’t help yourself. The words poured from your mouth before you could filter them, so you quickly closed your lips and pressed them together tightly. “Sorry.” You muttered.

Jared swallowed hard and nodded. “Like I said, rocky.”

“Rocky is definitely a word for it.” You scoffed. “But it - it doesn’t matter what our life has been like. It got us here.” You shook your head and reached down, sliding your hand along Jared’s arm and lacing your fingers together. “And I am very happy with here.”

Jared kissed you harder, his teeth scraping your lips when he failed to fight back a smile. “I love here.” He muttered against your lips. The alarm on his phone sounded and pulled you both from your dreamy daze, tangled up in one another as water cascaded to the floor behind you. Jared whined as he reached out of the shower and shut the sound up, then kissed you one last time. “Unfortunately, I can’t be here again until tonight.”

You smirked up at him and nodded. “Don’t worry.” You bit your bottom lip. “I have a few new lingerie sets that’ll make it well worth the wait when you get back home.” With a groan, Jared kissed you again and shoved himself away from you, then moved to get himself ready for the day.

You didn’t post much anymore, but you kept your social media accounts. You still had control of them. You still scrolled through them mindlessly; the post caught you off-guard.

The post showed Evan holding the hand of a toddler - a just-turned-one-year-old apparently - and the toddler’s other hand holding onto a woman’s hand. All three had smiles on their faces. The caption read something about it being the kid’s first birthday.

Evan had a kid? No. No, Evan had a girlfriend who had a kid. Evan had a girlfriend?

You shook your head quickly, eyes clenched shut. Your phone fell to the couch cushion beside you. Evan had a girlfriend, who he was so committed to that she was introducing him to her son. Your breathing sped up a bit, and your head began to spin. You weren’t with him anymore. You hadn’t been for a long time. It shouldn’t have hurt to find out that he was dating someone else. But it did. It hurt more than you ever expected it to. You picked up your phone and studied the picture for longer than you would’ve liked to admit, then you double-tapped the picture, a heart appearing in the center of it, and locked your phone, tossing it to the side again.

After sitting in complete silence for a few minutes, your thoughts consuming you, you picked up your phone again and typed a quick message to Evan.

“Happy for you, hope you’re doing well.”

You shouldn’t have sent it. You should’ve just kept to yourself, blocked him on every platform, deleted his number, moved on. You did move on, but something in you pulled you back. Your phone buzzed, and your heart jumped in your chest.

“Hey babe. Coming home for lunch. See you in a few.”

Jared.

You sighed, closed your eyes, and waited for Jared to make his way home to you. He walked through the door eight minutes after you read his text. He gave you eight minutes to collect yourself, but somehow it wasn’t enough. As soon as he saw you, he knew.

“What happened?” Jared sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you against him. “What’s going on?”

You shook your head, keeping your eyes cast downward. “Nothing, Jare.”

Jared pulled back and looked down at you with a frown. “Talk to me.”

Inhaling a shaky breath, you closed your eyes. “I don’t - I don’t even know why it’s getting to me.” Jared raised his brows, silently asking you to continue. “I was just sitting here scrolling and,” you shook your head, laughing sarcastically at yourself, “I saw something that… triggered me?”

Jared cautiously reached for your hand. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “I’m okay. This shouldn’t be getting to me like this, so I’m mostly just mad at myself for the way I’m reacting. I saw a post from - from Evan. He… has a girlfriend. His girlfriend has a kid.” You sighed, shaking your head again. “He has a family.”

Jared’s shoulders fell as he tried to hide his disappointment. He recovered and straightened himself quickly but you could still see the defeat written on his face. “You have a family too.” Jared reminded you gently. “You have me, you have the boys.”

“I know I do, Jared. I know I have you. I don’t envy what he has. I don’t miss him.” You assured Jared. “I love you, and I love those boys. I love my life with you, Jared.” The tension released from Jared’s shoulders, his arm relaxing around you as he kept you close. “Our life together has barely even started.” You couldn’t help the small smile that crossed your lips.

Jared ran his fingers through your hair and cupped your cheek in his palm. “I cannot wait to marry you.”

You tipped your head up, finally looking into Jared’s eyes. “I can’t wait either.” You closed your eyes. “I - I’m not just talking about getting married though…” Jared quirked an eyebrow. You cleared your throat and hesitated. “I want to have your babies, Jared. I want to carry our baby, and feel them kick, and watch you become a daddy again. A daddy to our first baby.”

Jared sighed. “I… know.” He closed his eyes. “I know you want that, and I had a feeling there was something you weren’t telling me.

You furrowed your brows. “What am I not telling you?”

“That you’re struggling,” Jared started with a shrug, “with the boys being mine but not yours - not biologically, I mean. They’re yours, Y/N. They love you so much.”

“They’re not mine, Jared,” you pulled away from him, “and you just made it very clear that you feel that way. That they’ll never be mine.”

“Don’t.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know that’s not - the words just didn’t come out right.” Jared tried to explain, but you were hurt, and you weren’t in the mood to listen.

“I’m gonna take a few, okay?” You and your therapist - the same one Jared used and had gotten you an appointment with - had been working on making sure you didn’t let the way you defended yourself against Evan in an argument make its way into your relationship with Jared. Conflict resolution strategies, she called them. “I’ll be back.”

Jared gave you a few seconds before he followed after you. “Y/N, please.”

“Jared, please.” You echoed sternly. “I’m trying to do what I need to do to make sure our relationship doesn’t get as fucked up as my last one, so please just give me a couple of minutes to myself. We will talk, I promise you that, but I need to take a breather first.” Jared nodded his understanding, muttered an apology, and made his way back to the living room until you were ready to talk to him again.

Within ten minutes, you were back in the living room, offering Jared a glass of water.

“Thanks.” He said, and you nodded.

“Thank you for giving me space.” You tapped the pads of your fingers against your own glass.

“Whatever you need.” Jared said sincerely. “I’ll never be mad at you for taking care of yourself.”

“Thank you.” You repeated, sitting beside him on the couch. “Can we talk now?” Jared nodded. “You were right.” You sighed. “I do struggle sometimes, with the boys not being mine. We can fake it all we want - that we’re this happy little family - but at the end of the day, no matter how much I love those kids, they’re not mine, and that hurts. I love you so much, Jared. Beyond words. And I want to give you everything. I want to give you kids - as many as you want, whenever you want them. I want a family with you. I want a house, and a yard, and holidays full of laughter, and stories, and old family recipes around that big, wooden table.” Your words became broken as your eyes filled with tears. “I just want to know that you want that too.”

Jared reached out and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. “I do.” He promised on a whisper. “I do want that. I want all of that - with you.” You wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face in his shirt. “I’ve got you.” Jared held the back of your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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I have a problem with saying things without sounding rude, but I promise I'm not being mean: I feel like JD got together with Gen because of his mental health problems, with this I mean that I think he subconsciously thinks he doesn't deserve real love and just stuck with her. I have some best friends who were in these sort of situations (I was in it too) and the more I learn about the couple, the more I feel strongly about this. Also Gen gives me snake vibes...

Hello Anon, thank you for coming by and sending me this ask. I am guessing you may have seen at least some of my more recent posts pertaining to Gen and Jared. I have spoken with a few people in PMs about my views in more depth and have similar sentiments you do. If you have not looked at some of my posts I'll happily link them in this post for your and others' review. I speculated about a month ago actually on Leap Day on my J2 relationship timelines post that Jared and Gen may have had some conflicts with say number of kids they would like and even when they want to start having kids. I believe Gen was more ready and eager to get married and have kids but Jared was more or less... wanting to wait. Of course, a friend just yesterday sent me a video clip where Jared pretty much said "have fun" with conversations of this nature with Gen and confirmed my suspicions: He wants no more kids but Gen does.

I made a noteworthy mention of the palmistry reading Jared received many years ago on a "blind date" he mentioned in one of the old Supernatural magazines back in 2008 that I believe 100% is relevant to what you are saying Anon.

"I believe deep down Jared is afraid of taking an honest look at things romantically (thus all this "extra" shit coming from their way), and it all goes back to this palmistry reading where he was told he will be financially rich but his love life will be bad and confided part of him is waiting for his love life to get messed up. Do note this was from the May/June 2008 issue #4 of the Supernatural Magazine, which was published around the time he broke up with Sandy and not much longer later met Genevieve...."

For anyone that is interested in the direct quote from that magazine about Jared's palm reading, that tidbit states:

"Interestingly, Padalecki has mixed feelings about palm readings. "I went to a palm reader years ago [on a blind date], and I don't remember exactly what she said, but she said I was going to be rich and have a bad love life. And I was like. 'That's crappy. Can you switch it?’ So, good news and bad news. But it was kind of kooky and funny, and she was kind of crazy…" Padalecki hasn't forgotten what the palm reader said, and he confides that a part of him is just waiting for his love life to get messed up." [X]

I also threw in this edit on that post March 13 around 12:04pm EST a couple weeks after I made the post initially that I think also greatly applies to what you are saying here Anon:

"EDIT (added 3/13/2024 @ 12:04pm EST): A good friend of mine brought up a very good point when we were discussing this topic a little after I was done making this post. She brought up how Jared had his first breakdown on the set of SPN while filming the episode "A Very Supernatural Christmas" which was back around Nov or Dec 2007. She said it's possible that given this happened months before Sandy and him broke up it is entirely possible he was not in the "right" mindset when all this dating and breaking up stuff was going on in his life. It should also be discussed in this context how Jared had his breakdown May 14, 2015 while he was in Switzerland alone (Gen had flown home within a day or two before this happened). I don't for a second buy the story she saved his life at any point. I hope some of her stans come at me for saying that because facts hurt, don't they? His so called "hero" flew home before the fact, and didn't stop to think if Jared was doing okay before she did. This trip to Europe in her eyes was a paid vacation to her, point blank. Also, given he was arrested in 2019 while intoxicated and also the bad behaviors on Twitter he's displayed in the past before Charlie seemingly took reign as his and Gen's social media manager, I honestly doubt she "saved" him from anything but being single and alone is about it."

Now for the "snake vibes", alright so I have some interesting things to say about this one. I am going to guess you're not talking about this from any metaphysical standpoint or spiritual point of view but more or less from a general, every day observations point of view. If you want to talk about the "extra" shit I spoke about, I can point you to the absurd Jared kissing her billboard here last summer, post sex (allegedly) photo here from May 20, 2022, and that stupid yet super cringe shower TOWWN ad posted on Valentine's day in 2022, and let's not forget the time Jared quickly deleted a post back in July 2021 (this Tumblr post being from the 31st but am sure this post was made on Jared's page a little before then) because it showed a container of pills and a black dildo besides it, and remade it with the photo cropped out for starters. Some people in this fandom have said that Gen had this photo on her page that was quickly around the same time period. Coincidence? Hmm maybe but I'll bet I know who took the photo to begin with, especially given what this Anon has observed with the Pads' social media behaviors.

Also, I can't stop laughing every time I see the blacked out background photo seen in this post Gen made for her birthday this year. I admittedly also once noticed a notification on my phone that Jared made a post and the caption talking about Father's Day last year in 2023. Like a dummy, I fat fingered and hit the notification before I could screenshot this. Lo and behold by the time I hit the notification it was GONE. However, right after that post was deleted it showed on Ge's page. Hmmm... It's also funny on those posts where they are being all "extra", Jared is no where to be seen "liking" these posts on Gen's Instagram. Also, I find it curious how the original Nowandgen page tagged in some of his posts that Gen once had is now gone and is now taken by a Gen stan named Julie. Hmmm but we are SO in love, aren't we? Also, we all know Jared's toboggan is a source of his comfort, we don't care if he wears this hat. In this Instagram livestream Gen and Jared did talking about the book "Happy Place" by Emily Henry ironically so, in the first couple minutes of the clip you can hear Gen saying "No, don't wear your hat". Don't get me started on the stupid comment I saw below circled in green (totally agree with the comment circled in orange I copied and pasted on this screenshot I took today, April 2, 2024). I've noticed a lot of Jared's more recent posts have been what I suspect are in fact in their guest house not the main house (ex. the "Channeling Walker at Home" post, this SPN family hoodie post), outside, or just not at home.

I listened to a podcast Gen did with Dave Hollis back in Nov 2020 someone sent to me not too long ago, which I posted on March 25, 2024. I talked about this in the context of how Gen just doesn't seem to really like her husband all that much afterall. Please review the highlights of the podcast below again straight from Gen's mouth herself:

4:30 (in the context of Dave and her discovering what really matters to them the most continuing from the last question): "This is the first time I lived with my husband. I know that sounds really crazy but my husband had been filming a TV show for 15 years in Vancouver so when all of this started you know he came down here. He had 2 episodes left and then that was the completion of the series. Personally, it meant that I had to live with him and deal with coparenting which was really stressful like the thought of it. And to make that work, and it was crazy because we were always in this tight bubble with just us and our kids and it really was simplifying. It was you know like the layers are gone. The interference is gone, drama is kinda out the window in a way, and we got to really simplify basic needs. It's so weird how much unlayering we had to do and that's what I'm finding through all of this is a lot of unlayering to get to the core".

7:25 (con't from above) I'm finding creativity in that work and you have to work on, on that relationship and um find creative ways to 'cause you know especially after the two of use have been together for 12 years, we're really different people and you grow at different times and sometimes you are like "I really don't like you right now" and then the other person grows in a different direction and you kind of have to find the balance and that creativity to come back together and that commonality to come back together and you know..."

This must be one of the best parts of the whole podcast right here:

26:25 "I was just talking to someone about this that my favorite relationship with him is a work relationship. Sometimes it's hard to be married to him because he's like, Jared is so interesting because he's so analytical. I mean my husband, I'm going to toot his horn because he's literally one of the smartest human beings I've ever met in my life and it's annoying because he will correct you on words you think he didn't even know. I have a book of SAT words just because I'm like I am going to get him. And so I'll just casually talk about something and use a crazy word in a sentence and he'll be like well you pronounced it incorrectly. It's so frustrating. Also in our marriage he's very giving and emotional and supportive. He's supportive in everything that I've done and I feel really lucky and grateful. I think even more so when it comes to work he is your biggest cheerleader and it's going to be a lot of time together. But funny enough, I think we'll be better at work than sometimes we are at home. Because I'm like, this is how the kids are, this is how I like them, this is the order that I like things in. And it's hard for me to let go I think, at home. But at work, it's just a really nice exchange and I feel really lucky, and he'll sit there too. If he's not working, he'll take it, pull up a chair and talk on the phone and watch at me and I can hear him bragging about me and whether he's doing it for my benefit I don't know but it makes me feel good and I feel really lucky that he does stuff like that."

But but.... we're so in love aren't we?! And let me just say this, maybe Gen really is a snake and is very two faced. What we see on camera is totally different from what really happens behind closed doors. I mean... who puts their young kids in therapy and calls it "brain exercise"?

29:50 "but for us specifically we both are in therapy, actually all of us, the kids are in therapy as well. We feel really strongly like it's a workout. So you know, we know we put so much emphasis on exercise."

Bottom line is, I highly doubt they are in a truly loving marriage. Can't convince me otherwise, what we see publicly is smoke and mirrors. You will rarely see how things truly are when it comes to public figures and most people generally speaking. I'm sorry to hear about your past relationships Anon and hope you have found greener pastures that have stayed greener. I myself have stayed in relationships too long after they stopped serving me in part due to my own mental health issues.

Now onto the spiritual side of things I want to delve into but gotta hit "keep reading" below in case some readers here are not interested in this kind of thing ha ha...

If you are like some of my other followers, I also talked recently about Gen partaking in black magic in multiple posts. Even if you and others find it to be hogwash or superstition, I think we can all agree that the things she talked about in making these so called boxes to "keep the marriage alive" and even keeping a box he used is odd at best and even creepy from certain points of view. I talked about it here with Gen's "snow dance for the gods", as well as this post where I discussed it in further depth and then when I first started speculating on her witchy habits here along that with one of her suspected partners in crime Charlie Capen, their social media manager. Lots of things straight from Gen's mouth also from this podcast she did with Dave Hollis. Some noteworthy things she said with respect to this topic include:

6:15: Dave said "talk a little bit about the ways you have had to be creative in maintaining the relationship that you have, the love that you have with the distance that has historically existed and the complexity of what it means to do the work that you both do. To which Gen responded "yeah I think it's finding the little things and I always enjoyed having a long distance relationship with him. It's kind of silly 'cause like it's in some ways it's like this vacation you have when you're together and then they're gone and so it's almost like super- not superficial but but it's not realistic and when we were apart, what I would do is create boxes. I mean he still has this box from um when we first met he was a port drinker. And he had a bottle of this Pinto port that he loved and so I took the box and I put in you know love letters and n' what have you and then once we had kids you know it obviously gets a little more complicated and you're strapped but just making that time. It's so silly but it's work and you have to treat it as such but without it becoming monotonous I guess.

Even if you aren't into witchcraft or just don't necessarily believe in that stuff, I myself have spoken with a psychic guy who made comments on Jensen's birthday post addressed to Danneel earlier this year who did end up talking to me some about Gen doing black magic herself amongst other things via PM. He said the following things. One of the noteworthy things from below he discussed a "strong protective field so she cannot be exposed". Maybe this relates to why so many people including admittedly himself perceive her as a cheerful, bright person who is a friendly woman. It could also be why I have yet to come across other psychics who have talked about Gen in relation to her doing witchcraft.

Note that this guy isn't in the SPN fandom, he is not a fan of Jensen or Jared's and doesn't actively follow J2 or the wives on social media or anything so much. I chose to share these screenshots crossing out his name and icon, and only showed certain parts of the conversation that are relevant to the topic here (apparently lives across the sea from where I am here in the USA, doesn't speak English and uses a translator to send messages). I do not believe personally Jared will stay with Gen forever, although from a spiritual context, some of what we are shown today can change tomorrow.

I will say that at the direction of my guides, strangely enough a few days before I even started talking to him and he made these comments, I was instructed to make a tarot card reading post I made last summer private. Months ago on this very same post that's now private, I was told also to cross out the parts where I talked about Gen and Jared "working things out" and "rekindling things". I also spoke of a "quiet separation" that won't be public knowledge which I believe is going on. Very interesting stuff, the things our guides know that we don't at the given moment. Hmm..... Thanks for the ask Anon.

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Nightingale Chapter Sixteen: The Fourth Wall

Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.

That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex

Chapter Sixteen: The Fourth Wall

Word Count: 4176

Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.

This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!

Additional Notes: The response to this story has been beyond my expectations! You guys have been the best! Thank you for continuing to read my work and encourage me, its kept my eye on the prize :) Additional Additional Notes: THANK YOU! Seriously... thank you all for sticking around for this. Some of you know the struggles I've been dealing with , some of you don't, but it doesn't matter. I am grateful for the support of each and every one of you who keeps coming back to read this story. This chapter really gave me trouble, I hope it was worth the wait.

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     Both your phone and Jensen’s buzzed at the same time.  You knew who it was before you even looked.

     “Solomon,” he said, scrolling through the details of the text.  “Jesus.  This itinerary reads like a weekend convention circuit.  Seriously, who goes out this much?”

     “Breakfast and strolling at the Ester Short Park farmer’s market.  Tour of the Van Dusen Botanical Gardens.  Coffee at Shaughnessy’s.  Window shopping downtown.  Couples’ yoga.  Oohh!  Tickets to Hamilton on Friday night!”

     Jensen’s brow crinkled and those little disapproving brackets appeared at the corners of his mouth.  “Yoga?  Seriously?  I don’t have that…”

     You lifted a shoulder in a shrug, “Couples Tantric Yoga at Good Vibrations Studios.  Wow… the room is heated to 105 degrees to sweat in tandem with your partner.  Open your chakras and your bodies to this intimate practice first discovered in the unpublished Kama Sutra.  Wow, I didn’t know they bent that way…”

     That had him grabbing your phone.  “Seriously?!  Fucking Solomon signed us up for sweaty sex yoga?!” 

     The indignant bluster blew out of his sails a moment later and you broke into laughter. 

     “You’re hilarious,” he deadpanned.

     Your mischievous grin only grew, “You seem disappointed!  Why don’t we call and see if they can squeeze us in to the class on Sunday?”

     You made a grab for the phone, and he held it over his head, out of reach.  Dodging your hands and tickling you at the same time.  Your attempts to tickle him back had no effect and only made him double his efforts.  Torturing you until you were practically crying with giggles.  Suddenly, he hoisted you over his shoulder, bouncing you a bit as he walked through the apartment. 

     “Jensen!  That’s cheating!”  You laughed as you squirmed in his grasp.

     He tossed you down on the bed in a giggling mess then threw himself down beside you.  “There’s no cheating when there’s no rules, Sweetheart.”

     You tried to catch your breath as he moved strands of blonde hair away from your face.  “You aren’t even ticklish.”

     “Used to be, my older brother would sit on me and torture tickle me until I peed my pants.”

     “How’d you get over it?”

     “I found ways to distract myself,” he murmured, his eyes flickering over your face. 

     “Mind over matter?”

     “Something like that.”

     The two of you had shared countless kisses, but you never grew tired of them.  Your heartrate kicked up the moment his lips touched yours, excitement heating your blood the same today as it did the first time.  His strong hands roamed your body, seeking out the secret places that responded so readily.  You yielded to his touch and surrendered on a sigh. 

     He ended the kiss before he could get too carried away.  The FBI had the whole place bugged and the two of you agreed early on that there would be no sex until this mess was behind you.   He pulled you up against him and placed a kiss to your hairline.

     “Better?”

     You nodded, relaxing into his embrace.  Your eyes closed as he threaded his fingers through your hair and gently massaged the nape of your neck.  He always did that when your migraines were bad.  Once your concussion healed, they were practically gone but with all the stress of the investigation, they were back with a vengeance. 

     “I’m sorry,” you murmured into his chest.  “About earlier.”

     “It was an understandable reaction, that guy came up out of nowhere.  I didn’t even see him come up behind us.”

     “I nearly had a panic attack in the middle of the street.  I probably traumatized your poor fans.”

     “Yeah, well I traumatize them every Thursday night so, they’re used to it by now,” Jensen joked, moving his hand to stroke your back.  “How can I help, baby?  Tell me what I can do to make it better.”

     “I don’t know if it can get much better.  I mean, Solomon sends us pictures of the under-cover agents every day.  Both of us are wearing tracking devices.  This place is completely wired and under surveillance.  Everything we do is planned out to the last detail.  I know we are as safe as we can be I just… I can’t stop thinking about him.”  Your chest immediately grew tight, and you fought to keep your breathing under control.

     “Every time we leave this apartment, I’m looking for him.  I’m searching the faces of everyone we pass, wondering if the next one I see will be his.  I feel like a little kid, scared of the boogey man is hiding in the closet!”

     “Is that why you’ve been leaving the bathroom light on at night?”

     “Maybe,” you muttered.  “I know it’s stupid.”

     “It’s justified.”

     “Maybe,” you said again.  “I wish I could be as calm as you are in crowds.  It never seems to rattle you.”

     “Oh, I’m rattled, believe me.  But I’ve got a job to do, and I just focus on it.  Nothing is more important than that, everything else falls away.”

     “You mean acting?”

     “I mean taking care of you,” he curled a finger under your chin, coaxing your gaze to meet his.  “We’re in it together.  Every day, it’s you and me, Sweetheart.”

     “Stronger together.”  You said it at the same time he did.  It had become your mantra over the past two weeks. 

     It was your prayer to each other.  You said every time you set foot outside of the safety bubble of your apartment.  Every time the two of you stopped for pictures with fans.  Every time the paparazzi followed the two of you through a public park or into a restaurant.  Every time you needed reassurance, Jensen would squeeze your hand and whisper it in your ear. 

     It worked well to calm your nerves.  At first.  But as time dragged on with no sign of Arthur Green, the pressure and anxiety built.  You were jumpy, bordering on paranoid.  When that aggressive fan popped up as you were crossing the boulevard, it triggered a reaction so severe that Jensen’s magic phrase didn’t work.  You were so shaken up that the two of you went directly home, despite not completing the daily agenda.

     “I just wish I could do a better job in all this.  I know I’m supposed to look happy and carefree… Green’s never going to show himself if he thinks this is a trap.”  You sighed and fiddled with the buttons on Jensen’s shirt.  “I’ve never had much of a poker face.”

     “Everyone has a poker face; you just have to find your focus.  That’s all acting is, really.  Keeping your focus.”

     “I guess that’s why you’re the actor and I’m the doctor.”

     A thoughtful look crossed his face, as if he’d just realized the answer to a difficult crossword.  His clear, green eyes lit with enthusiasm, and he sat up, tugging you with him.

     “Come on, I’ve got an idea.”

     “What are we doing in your closet?” You asked from your cross-legged position on the carpeted floor.

     Jensen closed the door and stuffed a rolled-up towel against the threshold so that not even a sliver of light could peek through.  “We’re creating the fourth wall.”

     “What?”

     He walked to the bank of drawers along the back wall and searched through the contents.  “It’s an old actor’s trick, you’ll see.”

     He returned with one of his silk ties in his hand.  It was a subtle blue on blue paisley pattern that he wore on one of your dates ages ago.

     He handed it to you and sat on the floor across from you, folding his bowed legs up with a grunt. 

     “I love this tie.”

     “I know you do,” he smiled softly at you.  “Do you remember that night?  That little Italian place around the corner from your hospital?”

     “Of course, I do.”

     It had been a week since you and Jensen reconciled.  You held strong to your decision not to move back in with him.  You were determined to take things slow and not fall back into old patterns.  You wanted this to last, you both did and that meant rebuilding trust.  The man didn’t make it easy though! 

     For his part, Jensen was the perfect gentleman.  Sweet, attentive, respectful, funny, charming.  Good morning texts and calls during his down time on set.  He invited you over for dinner midweek, made your favorite spaghetti and even sent you home with leftovers for lunch.  There were bone melting kisses and hand holding, but he never initiated anything more.  He wanted you to set the pace. 

     On Friday, you arrived at work and found a shallow planter the size of a hubcap overflowing with an array of tiny, blue flowers waiting for you.  Along with a card.

     Have a great day, gorgeous! – Love, J

     Val came up beside you, her eyes wide, “Wow!  Who sent you those?”

     You grinned and ran your fingers over the bright, bell-shaped blossoms.  “They’re from Jensen.”

     “Really?  Anniversary or apology?”

     You slipped the small card into the pocket of your lab coat, “Neither.”

     “Come on, he must have done something.  No guy sends…. What kind of flowers are they?”

     “Bluebonnets.  Texas Bluebonnets.”

     “Right.  Anyway, there’s a reason for them.  You just don’t know what it is yet.”

     You floated through your whole shift.  Not even Val’s cynicism could dampen your mood.  You didn’t have time to send Jensen anything more than a thank you text, but you were determined to show your appreciation.  Maybe you’d invite him over for dinner at your place.  Best to order in, given your abysmal cooking skills.  Or maybe just dessert…

     You were just about to clock out when you were paged over the intercom.  You picked up line four holding for you.

     “This is Doctor Baines.”

     “Gabs?”

     “Tony, what’s up?”

     “I need you for a consult, do you have a few minutes?”

     “Sure.”

     “Great.  Cardiology, Room 202.”

     A few short minutes later you opened the door to 202, instead of a cardiac patient, you found Jensen.  Looking like he just stepped out of the pages of GQ.  His dark blue suit was tailored, pressed and perfect.  Crisp shirt, matching blue tie and a trio of bluebonnets in his lapel.

     He smiled in that way that made his eyes crinkle and made you melt.  “Hiya Sweetheart.”

     You leaned against the door so that it clicked behind you.  “Mr. Ackles.  You are looking remarkably well for a man in the cardiac ward.”

     “Oh, I’m in rough shape, doc.”  He placed a dramatic hand over his heart.  “My ticker’s going crazy!”

     You bit your bottom lip; he really was too cute!  “Is that so?”

     “Yeah!  Every time I see this girl, it’s like my heart’s going to beat right out of my chest.”

     “Sound serious.”

     “You think so?”

     “Heart palpitations are nothing to dismiss out of hand.”  You pulled your stethoscope from around your neck, “I think I better check you over.”

     “I was thinking the same thing,” he drawled.

     You placed a hand in the center of his chest and firmly walked him backwards, your gaze holding his until the back of his legs bumped the exam table.  Wordlessly, you patted the table.  He lifted himself up with ease, the sterile paper crinkled under his weight. 

     “I hope you won’t mind if I get a little… close,” you said, gently urging his knees apart so you could stand in the vacant space between his legs. 

     His voice dipped deep.  “I’m in your hands.”

     You started with his tie, reaching up to loosen the perfectly executed knot.  A tug and the fine fabric came free easily.  It sounded like a hushed whisper as it moved against the starched shirt to pool in your hand.  His Adam’s apple bobbed as you moved on to the tiny button holding the collar closed.  You knew if you looked at him, your resolve would evaporate, so you concentrated on your task.  Button by button.  Inch by inch.  You stopped halfway to put the earpieces in place and warm the bell of the stethoscope with your breath. 

     You slid the bell against the taut, tanned skin of his pectoral and let it rest over his heart.  A smile curved your lips as you heard his heart thumping, strong and steady.  No better sound in the world.  Although, the longer you kept your hand there, the faster that rhythm got.

     “Your heartrate is elevated.”

     “What do I do, doc?”

     “A little test, see how you respond to stimuli.”

     “Sounds intense.”

     This time you risked looking up, those green eyes of his had turned a shade darker and you felt your own heart leap in response. 

     “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” 

     Keeping the bell anchored over his heart, you leaned up and captured his lips with your own.  Kissing Jensen was as much a revelation today as it was the first time.  He expressed so many things in those moments of intense connection.  Passion and joy.  Exuberant love, romance… sharp desire.  Solace and devotion.  It was the language spoken by souls that met and matched. 

     The kiss deepened, his arms went around you and the staccato beat faster through the earpieces as his heart picked up pace.  Urgency grew.

     You nipped his bottom lip slightly as you pulled away, earning a groan from him.  “You’re killing me, Sweetheart.”

     “Not today.  I can confirm, your heart is in perfect working order.”

     “Good thing, I kinda need it.”  He snagged the stethoscope from you with a smirk, “My turn.”

     Not one to shrink from a challenge, you hopped up beside him, “Do your worst, Doctor Ackles.”

     Somehow, he made the mundane tools of your profession look incredibly sexy.  You didn’t exactly have a doctor kink, but you’d develop one in a hurry if he kept it up.  A serious look swept over his features, and you knew you were in trouble.  In measured movements, he slipped his hand holding the bell under the scoop neckline of your shirt. 

     You knew the moment he found his mark because his face transformed to reflect wonder.  It was an incredibly intimate act to hear the life thrumming in another human being.  He simply listened, as if he was trying to memorize it, hear the music of it.  You were so mesmerized by his experience that you failed to notice his other hand until it found your breast.

     You gasped. 

     His eyebrows rose a fraction, but did not move his hand, “Everything okay?”

     At your nod, he smiled and continued.  Monitoring your heartrate as he explored the curves and concaves he knew so well.  Noting how the rhythm increased when he ran his thumb over the nipple straining under the layers of cotton.  How the beat skipped when his tongue found that secret place just below your earlobe.  Hot kisses down the column of your neck to the hollow where your clavicles met brought your hands up to rake through his hair.  He sucked the skin slightly while his hand traced the inner line of your leg.  Your heart galloped along wildly and when he palmed you through your scrubs, you breathed his name.

     Your head fell back, “Jensen…”

      An annoying beep from his jacket pocket that broke the spell.  He stopped ravishing you long enough to check his phone, “Ooh!  We gotta go!”

     You sat up dazed and trying to catch your breath, “Go?  Now?”

     He hopped off the table and straightened his suit, smoothing out the wrinkles caused by your make-out session.

     “Reservations at Marco’s.”

     You eyed him suspiciously, “You… did you deliberately get me all excited just to tease me?”

     His shrug was innocent, but the sparkle in his eyes gave him away.  He held a hand to you, “I just wanted to make sure you had a good appetite worked up.”

     You took his hand and narrowed your blue eyes at him, “Okay.  But we’re getting dessert to go!”

     “Only if you bring your stethoscope, doc,” he replied while brushing a kiss across your knuckles with a wink.

     “When I was twenty-eight, I was in a live production of A Few Good Men.  I hadn’t performed on stage like that since high school.  And I was really nervous, like shaking in my boots, throwing up backstage terrified!  My parents were there, Danneel was there…  a ton of Supernatural fans showed up too.”

     “You had stage fright?  But you’d been an actor for… what, a decade at that point?”

     “Television is different.  If I screw up, we can just do another take.  A live performance takes a different level of concentration.  People in the audience whisper or forget to turn off their phones.  Someone drops something backstage, or your co-star forgets their lines.  Anything can happen.  That’s where the fourth wall comes in, imagine there is an invisible wall between you and the audience.  That the stage is a completely enclosed.  It’s your world, nothing else exists.  Its just you and whoever you are sharing that stage with.”

     You looked down at the blue tie in your hands, “That sounds like something that comes with practice.  It took you years to perfect your craft, I can’t get to that level in an afternoon.”

     “It’s simpler than you think.  Acting is really just reacting,” he said with a smile, “Besides, you had plenty of cram sessions in med school.”

     “I suppose so.”

     “Good.  Now, I want you to look around this space.  Commit the details of it to memory.  Wall color, carpet color, shelves, racks, shoes… all of it.  Everything you can see.”

     You tried to give him back the tie, thinking it wasn’t part of the exercise and he shook his head, “Nuh uh.  You keep that, you’ll need it.”

     Your brow furrowed slightly, wrapping the tie around your left hand nervously.  You felt like you were failing, and you hadn’t even started.

     Jensen reached out and stilled your hands with his own, “Hey, deep breath.  There’s nothing to worry about.  It’s just you and me here, this is our own little world.  Everything outside that door, that’s them.  No one else can come in here, ever.  We’re safe here.  Just you and me.”

     “Stronger together,” you murmured.

     “Stronger together,” he repeated back.  “Close your eyes.”

     You did as instructed.  He released your hands and sat back, “Deep breath, in and out.  Again.  Good girl, relax.  Let the tension melt from your muscles and drain away.  Deep breath… good.  Very good.”

     You loved his voice; it was warm and had a deep resonance that put you at ease.  The cadence of his instructions had an almost hypnotic quality and you felt yourself sinking into it. 

     “How do you feel?”

     “Good,” you said with a sigh, “Kind of floaty.”

     “The tie in your hands.  How does it feel?”

     You rubbed the material between your fingers, “Smooth.  Cool, like a mountain lake.”

     “Good,” he praised again.  “Now, I want you to picture the closet in your mind.  Put it together with the details you saw only moments ago.”

     You frowned slightly, rubbing the silk in your hands like a worry stone.

     “It’s just you and me here, Y/N.  It’s our world, our safe place.  Tell me what you see.”

     “Clothes.”

     He waited a beat, “Anything else?”

     “Um… the door?”

     “Dig a little deeper, Harvard.”

     “My annoying boyfriend.”

     Jensen held back a sigh, determined not to break the spell.  “Try scent, how does it smell?”

     “Good,” you huffed out in frustration.  The tension was building back up in your shoulders and your ass was starting to fall asleep from sitting on the floor.  You found yourself wondering if it was too late to run away to Bermuda.  You took another deep breath and caught something you hadn’t noticed before.

     “Cedar.  You keep those little cedar balls in the sock drawer.”

     “Yeah, I do.”

     “Tom Ford… um… that vanilla one I like.”

     He grinned, you told him it was your favorite and he bought three bottles just to make sure he always had some on hand.  “Vanilla Tobacco.”

     “Fabric softener, there are dryer sheets in the vents… and there is an air vent somewhere behind me, its blowing on my shirt.  The woodwork in here is light, the rest of the apartment is dark, in here it’s not.  Your clothes are arranged by type and then by color.  Same for the shoes, which you have an insane amount of.  Everything is on those expensive hangers you love so much.  Oh!  And you have two whole drawers devoted to watches.”

     “Good job, open your eyes, Sweetheart.”

     As you did, he took the tie from your hands and cut it neatly in half with his pocketknife.

     “Jay!”

     He took your left arm and tied the narrow end around your wrist, “This tie is your tether to this space.  Every time you feel anxious or scared, I want you to feel that silk against your skin and remember how it felt to be here.  Come back to this safe place where it’s just you and me.”

     He held the other half of the tie out to you along with his left arm.  You followed his example and fastened it around his wrist to match yours.  When you were done, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tight, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

     “Thank you,” you whispered.

     Jensen pulled you down to sit on his lap and held you close.

     “I’ve got you,” he vowed, pressing a kiss to your hairline, “Always.”

     Three days later, you and Jensen were at yet another public outing.  This time it was Shakespeare in the park.  At this point you were so sick of concerts, romantic dinners, and date nights that you were ready to tear your hair out.  At least it was your favorite play, Much Ado About Nothing.  Comedy always beats tragedy. 

     The place was packed, no surprise given the beautiful weather.  There were vendors selling everything from Italian Ice to Chicken and Waffles on a stick.  Street musicians busked, kids played in the fountain, couples necked under shade trees, dogs trotted along happily with their owners.  It was idyllic.

     Maybe it was the sunshine or the actor’s trick Jensen taught you, either way, you felt good.  Relaxed.  Even when a group of fans gathered around for pictures and autographs, you felt centered and calm. 

     “Oh my gosh!  You two are so cute together!”  A younger girl gushed.

     “Can we get your picture too?” another asked you, “Are you really a doctor?”

     Jensen pulled you to his side and slung an arm around your shoulders, while you smiled up at him. It was your typical couple in love pose.  He kissed your temple and every girl in eyesight sighed. 

     “I am a doctor.  As a matter of fact, you should get your friend there some water and shade,” you replied motioning to a swaying, giggling girl heading for the margarita truck.  “Maybe no more alcohol for today?”

     “Check out my girl,” Jensen said as the group wandered happily away, “Signing autographs, saving lives.”

     “Saving her from a hangover maybe,” you replied, lacing your fingers through his as you strolled.  “People tend to underestimate the effects of drinking on days like this.”

     “We’ve got about ten more minutes before the intermission is over, want to head back?”

     “Yeah, um maybe hit the bathroom first?”

     You entered the surprisingly empty ladies’ room while Jensen waited for you just outside the door.  You couldn’t wait for this FBI business to be over so you could go to the bathroom alone, like a normal person. 

     You were just washing your hands when the door swung open and a couple of the girls from the earlier group stumbled in, including the drunk one.  You gave a polite nod and stepped out of their way, but it wasn’t quick enough to avoid a collision.  The three of you ended up in a tangle on the floor, two of them giggling and you, definitely not.   

     “Are you two alright,” you asked, trying to keep your composure.

     The tipsy girl threw her head back and laughed, rolling back on the floor.  The other one shook her head in disgust.

     “Ugh, Jesus Suzie!  Bitch never could hold her booze.”

     You felt dizzy.  And unbearably hot!  You tried to get up, but your muscles didn’t respond.  Something wasn’t right. 

     You called for Jensen, but your tongue was heavy in your mouth.  All that came out was a garbled mess.  You felt your heart begin to race as you panicked and your vision blurred.

     “Gee, you seem a little green around the gills, Doctor West.”

     The sober girl was standing at one of the sinks, studying her face in the mirror as she spoke.  Her clothes hung loose on her long, wiry frame.  Choppy black hair framed a thin face with severe features.  Dark eyes, nearly black.  Eyes that were normally behind glasses. 

     Arthur.  “Oh… God.”

     Green dropped to the balls of his feet, a lethal grin twisted his face as he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head back. 

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