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What exactly did Jake and Brady do to get him to sign? Hopefully they are done with him now. I absolutely adore this series!!
BABYGIRL, jake 'hangman' seresin
summary: in which hangman and his babygirl go on a wild ride with an unplanned pregnancy and finally admitting their feelings for each other and figuring out life in general as new parents
warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness, christmas themed even though it's march!, ex boyfriend meets new boyfriend and it's not pretty. rooster becomes a cowboy, babygirl gets hurt.
okay so this isn't incredibly long but it's the final part of the christmas trip! the next few parts will be getting ready or baby and maybe a wedding??
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PART FIVE: technicalities
The drive back to the ranch was a quiet affair, the cab of the truck filled with a tension that had tears welling in your eyes. You don’t say a word, unsure of what would even help calm the situation down, your mind reeling as your eyes locked on the busted knuckles of Jake’s right hand clenching the steering wheel so tightly that the skin around the abrasion was turning white. Dalton had gotten mouthy toward you in the presence of Jake, Bradley was telling him what he had called you right before he told him to leave. He didn’t take kindly to anyone disrespecting a woman in general, but when it came to you it was even worse. He had lost his composure. He punched him full force right in front of you, your hands had flown to your face in shock as Bradley jumped in to separate them once he realized Dalton was stupid enough to get up off the floor and square up, getting right in Jake’s face.
You pout as you feel a flutter in your belly, your hand going to it almost protectively as Jake turns down the bumpy driveway of the ranch, going faster than he probably ought too. You bite your lip anxiously as he pulls to a stop in the driveway, noticing your Daddy’s truck parked off to the side.
“Stay, please..” His voice is soft, his hand gentle as he puts it over yours to stop you from opening the door. When you turn to look at him his face is pensive, something you’re not used to. “Just for a moment.”
“I’ll just..” Rooster doesn’t even finish what he’s saying, jumping out of the truck before Jake can stop him too and rushing inside, rubbing his shoulder as he goes. It had given a loud pop as he practically body checked Jake backwards from Dalton, trying to keep them from all out brawling in the middle of the living room.
The truck is silent once more, and for a moment you don’t even look at him, unsure of what to even say, or do. Part of you wonders if he’s upset with you, part of you is upset with him.. But a bigger part is worried about his damn hand. You turn in your seat having unbuckled your seatbelt and are about to ask him if it’s okay when he beats you to it.
“I’m so sorry you saw me like that, babygirl..” He says, his eyes watery as he looks at you and it nearly breaks your damn heart. “I shouldn’t have done that in front of you..I shouldn’t have lost it like that..you could have gotten hurt..” His hand shakily rests on your belly, giving it a gentle rub with his thumb.
“Jake, baby..” You sigh, climbing over the center console as best as you can with a round belly, and settling into his lap, damning the steering wheel pressing into your back. “I should be the one that’s apologizing..it’s my fault that he was acting like that..I should have figured he would have shown up..s’my fault your hand is all busted..” You pull it off of your belly and bring it to your lips, giving a gentle kiss to the wound as the man gives you a stern look.
“Y/N Y/M/N, do not ever apologize to me for things that you cannot control, do you hear me?” Your eyes widen, he hadn’t called you by your real name in so long that you honestly weren’t even sure that he knew it..tears well in your eyes at his words, your lips quivering as you nod.
“Okay.” You say, fighting back the tears.
“Oh, honey, no, no babygirl, don’t cry-” You see the panic in his eyes now as he brings a hand up to wipe the tears. You shake your head, a hand gripping his wrist as you lean into his touch. “I didn’t mean to-”
“S’just the hormones.” You sniffle, your quivering lips turning into a smile. It must look a sight because he lets out a chuckle. “It was kind of hot watching you defend my honor though.”
He laughs this time, that smile that makes your knees wobbly on his face.. “Babygirl, I will defend your honor any damn time you need.” He says, his tumb rubbing against the skin of your cheek as your smile becomes less emotional. “Ready to go inside?”
You nod. “I’m hungry.” The mexican food had gotten scattered across the floor in the scuffle, the biggest loss of the whole encounter in your opinion. You could care less about being called a whore, your damn food was on the floor!
Your father has an absolute field day at the dinner table after everyone had said grace, when Jake tells him that he’d gotten into a fight with Dalton. Telling him that he had called you a whore, your father’s face turned red with rage and you thought he was going to go hunt down the man and give a good whats what.
“It’s okay, Daddy..” You say, squeezing his weathered hand. He squeezes it back and seems to relax as you bring a forkful of mashed potatoes to your mouth. “Honestly, I’m not even upset about that..it’s not like he hasn’t called me the name before..” You shovel another bite of mashed potatoes in. “What i’m mad about is that he called her a Bastard.” Both men beside you stiffen, and the entire dinner table goes silent, though you don’t particularly notice, you’re completely enraptured by the damn mashed potatoes. They were the best thing you’d eaten in months.
Someone clears their throat from across the table. “Technically, she is.” Jake’s chair clatters to the floor along with a couple of his mama’s nice dinner plates as he launches himself across the table at his brother. Nash scoots himself backwards just in time to miss his hands, just as their Daddy comes front he head of the table and pulls Jake to the floor by his belt loops, walloping him on the side of the head.
“The hell is wrong with you, son?!” He bellows, causing his adult son to look up in fear, food smattered across his shirt. “Acting like a damn heathen, breaking your mama’s dishes! Go on and get to your room! I don’t want to see ya until tomorrow!” And with a swift kick to the behind Jake leaves the dining room. It was a scene straight out of your teenage years with him, it was as if you were reliving one of his sibling rivalries with him.
He turns to you next, his features softening. “You okay, honey?” He asks as he crouches down next to your father to help pick up some of the broken glass pieces. You’re not sure where Mama has gone off to, but you can hear her ranting about her dinner table.
“I’m okay, sir..” You say, scooping a heaping pile of the mashed potatoes onto your plate unashamedly as you glare at Nash across from you.
“I’m sorry, Babygirl.” He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “I didn’t mean for anyone to take offense..i just meant that..you know..with you not being with her actual daddy, she is a bastard..you know?” You weren’t surprised that the rest of the family knew. No secret was safe in the Seresin family. “Especially with her not being able to have our name legally..”
“I hadn’t thought about that..” You say quietly. “But, as far as Jake is concerned, he is her actual daddy, even if he didn’t.. you know..help create her. He’s been there for all of the appointments…he’s been there for me through sickness..he felt her move for the first time! He talks to her all the time..”
Nash nods, as if agreeing with you. “That won’t matter to a court though, if the rat bastard that did help create her decides to go for custody.” He takes a long drink out of his sweating beer bottle. “That’s all I was trying to say..didn’t realize he was gonna get all pissypants on me and break mama’s plates..”
“He’s right,” Bradley says from down the way, and you turn to look at him just as Mama ushers you out of your chair, broom in hand. “Dalton could absolutely take you to court over the baby, especially after today. If Jake wants his name attached to her..you guys need to have him sign over parental rights..”
You go around the table and give both men a kiss on their cheeks, thanking them before heading off to the bedroom, your plate of mashed potatoes clutched in your hands. Jake is sat on the end of the bed, his head in his hands and his smattering of chest hair on full display (just how you liked it). He looks up when the door opens, watching you close it behind you before holding out an arm for you, pulling you into his grasp once you’re close enough.
“I fucked up.” He mumbles, face in your chest (right between your boobs, just how he liked) as he wrapped his muscular arms around your waist. Your legs were on either side of his, sitting comfortably as you shoveled another forkful of potatoes in. “I just..I don’t want anyone to bad mouth our little girl, you know?”
You hum. “He’s right though.” His head snaps up so fast you swear his neck breaks, eyebrows furrowed. He’s looked at you as if you have three heads. You stare at your plate of mashed potatoes, wondering if mama will come home with you to make them daily. “She is a bastard.”
A choked sound leaves the back of his throat, and you wince. “How could you say that?” He asks, one of his hands going to your belly, rubbing it as if to soothe the baby.
You look at him, setting the plate down just beside him. “Nash didn’t mean any harm, baby, honest..” You say, hands winding behind his neck, playing with the hair at his nape as he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Dalton will always have a legal claim over her, even though i’m not with him, that doesn’t change that fact that by blood, he is her biological father.” His jaw clenches at your words and you place a gentle kiss on it, hoping to relax him. “I know you already think of her as yours, and I do too..I couldn’t see her calling anyone else Daddy, you know?” He nods. “All Nash was trying to get at was that, if we want her to always only call you daddy, if we want her to legally be yours then we need to legally have him give up his parental rights to her..”
Jake groans, head dropping to your chest again as you pick up your plate of mashed potatoes. “I hate it when he makes sense.” He rests his chin your chest, looking up at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you eating mashed potatoes?”
Getting termination of parental rights paperwork drawn up was surprisingly not hard, the next day was spent in a lawyers office getting multiple copies of the papers drawn up. You signed where you needed to sign, before taking the copies to be signed by Dalton. Bradley and Jake go with you, acting as your body guards as you go through town trying to figure out where the jackass is. According to a mutual friend, he’s day drinking in a local bar that has barely any patrons, and it takes no time to get there.
Jake and Bradley accompany you to the doors, where you pause, fingers grasping the handles. “Babygirl?” It was Bradley who asks, confusion lacing his tone.
You look up at the two men, both of them who clearly cared so much for you. “It’s probably better if he doesn’t see either of you.” You say, looking more pointedly at Jake. “Might make him hostile, you know?” He purses his lips, looking over to Bradley. They seem to have a silent conversation before he finally gives a single nod. He leans down slightly as you reach up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Be back out with four sets of signatures.”
The bar is dark when you first step in, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the lighting. There’s a couple of older patrons hanging around a pool table in the back, who stop what they’re doing to look at you, and another patron sitting at the bar top, on an overstuffed stool. He turns to look slowly at you as the bartender welcomes you. He smirks. “Get tired of your precious little Jakey already?” He taunts, taking a drink of some dark liquor. “Decided to come back to a real man?”
You decide to hold your tongue about what a real man is, and how one of them is waiting right outside those doors for you because you feel like it will make your situation worse. “Actually, i’m here for something else.” You say, climbing up onto the stool next to him as gracefully as you can, nose crinkling as you smell the foul odor coming from his glass. He doesn’t even bother to help you up despite watching you struggle. You set the papers down in front of him, along with a pen.
“What’s this?” He asks, tilting his head at you. You see the bruise on his mouth where Jake’s fist must’ve connected. You can’t help but be proud that your ‘real’ man put it there. “Hm?”
“I want you to legally give up your parental rights to the baby.” You say, looking him in the eye. He laughs. “Did I say something funny?”
“You want me to sign away rights to something that ain’t fuckin’ mine?” He asks, grin on his face as if you’d just said the funniest damn thing in the world. “Thought you were supposed to be smart there, babygirl..” It sounds so wrong coming from his lips that it makes you want to hurl.
“Dalton, you and I both know that she’s yours.” You say sternly, getting in his face. He narrows his eyes at you. “I never slept with anyone else while we were together, you were the only whore in the-” Your ear rings where he had boxed you, closed fisted on it. He was drunker than you thought.
“Alright-that’s enough!” The bartender says, smacking his hand on the counter top. “Little miss, i think it’s best you get on out of here.” You glare at the man who just hit you. He grins like a kid on christmas morning, as if he couldn’t believe that he had shocked you into silence.
“Fine.” You say, grabbing the papers before hopping off the bar stool. “Play it that way.” You face throbs where he had hit you and you hold your hand to it as you make your way to the door, trying not to let tears spill over as you walk out of it, the sunlight practically blinding you.
“Woah!” Jake says, catching you as you barrel into him, holding you by the shoulders. “What’s wrong with your face?!”
Hot, angry tears flow down your cheeks as you look up at him. “He hit me!” You stomp your foot. “He closed fisted boxed me!” You watch your boyfriends face change entirely. “I told him i wanted him to sign the papers, and he told me he wouldn’t sign because the baby isn’t his and i told him he was the only whore in the relationship and he fucking hit me jake!”
He kiss your forehead, taking the tan stetson off his head before placing it down on your own, taking the papers from your hand gently. “I’ll go handle this, babygirl..go wait in the truck.” You open your mouth to protest but he gives you a stern look that shuts you the hell up. “Go wait in the fucking truck.”
You turn to Bradley, who looks just as upset as Jake. He nods towards the truck, his undone hawaiian shirt blowing in the slight breeze as he hands you his own stetson. “Go.” He says, and you pout, your one ally when it came to Jake was siding with him. You take his hat, wanting to poke fun at him for wearing it with a damn hawaiian shirt but stalk off silently to the truck, taking the keys from Jake’s outstretched hand.
You sulk in the truck, angrily talking with yourself for god only knows how long while Jake and Bradley are inside the bar. You’re more than tempted to go poke your head in and find out what the hell is going on, but are afraid of upsetting Jake, so you don’t, opting to stay in the passenger seat as you nurse your slowing oncoming headache from your still throbbing face. He didn’t hit incredibly hard, but you were pretty sure it was going to bruise in such a sensitive area. You’re not one for violence, but you hope Jake knocks him around good for you.
Just as you’re uncomfortable enough to start searching the center console and glove box for spare tylenol, the drivers side and rear doors open, scaring the hell out of you to the point that you jump.
Jake hands you the papers, an awfully happy look on his face. “All done, babygirl.” He says, winking at you as you grin, taking the papers from him.
“What the hell did you see in that punk, anyway?” Bradley asks from the backseat, leaning his head between the middle to look at you. He had a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his skin was tinted red,as if he had been straining.
“What the hell did you guys do?” You asks, looking between both of them. Jake was equally as flushed as sweaty as Bradley. You hand the latter back his hat, and he smiles gleefully. Jake just smirks at you and shakes his head, putting his hand on the top of his hat to keep it on your head.
“Don’t worry about it, babygirl..we got it done, that’s all that matters.” He says, putting his keys in the ignition.
You smile. “Okay, take these to the courthouse then, get them filed.”
“First, we’re gonna stop by the jewelry store..” Jake says, pulling out of the parking lot, in the opposite direction of the courthouse. “Want to put a ring on that pretty ass finger of yours before they close..”
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Welcome back!! It's great to see both you and this series back!!
Keeping Secrets Masterlist
Summary: Dean’s world is flipped upside down when he learns that one of the girls in his class is much more than just another student. He has to learn how to handle being a dad and you have to learn that Dean isn’t the same person he once was.
Pairing: Teacher!Dean x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Fluff (Individual warnings are listed in each part)
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A/N: I wasn’t planning for this to be a series, but after I wrote Part 2 I just couldn’t stop! I don’t know how many parts there will be to this, but I will post them as I write them. Please let me know if you want to be tagged.
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a 'what's next' for scorch and jake preview
a/n: there could be changes to this.
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The sun is kinder at this hour, gently warming the side of your face as you remove your helmet. You can feel Pete's eyes on you from the other side of his aircraft, climbig out of its cockpit.
When he reaches you, the well-meaning furrow of his brows encourages you to pick up a pace, forcing the older man to look at the back of your head instead of your eyes.
"I'd say we're getting good at this whole flying thing, Captain."
You can imagine the small smirk on his lips.
"Think someone up at the high floors might notice us?"
That makes you laugh out loud. "Don't know if they have time for little guys like you and I, but we can dream. Anyway, we've got a prosperous, trouble-free career ahead of us and plenty of time to suck up to Admirals who will definitely like us very much. Right?"
"Hey, you're the one who wrapped your baby arms around my leg. I tried warning you."
"I was young and impressionable." Reaching the end of the tarmac, you turn to him with a faux wistful expression. That classic Maverick combo of a timid smirk and squinting eyes watches you, amused but perpetually curious. "Yes, Captain Mitchell?"
"I don't want you to overwork yourself. You're doing good. Don't get in your own head about it."
The specific sequence of words does not sound strange to you. Are your protective layers shedding with age? It's the only explanation you can find for how targeted your friends' remarks have been able to sound for a while now.
Your feet readjust on the spot, hands clasped in front of your body with uncharacteristic formality for the both of you.
"Is this because I asked if we could stay up there a little longer to see the sunset? A bit on the emotional side, I know, but- Consider it your first wedding gift."
His eyes take your stance with a cocked brow, earnestly stepping forward, an apprehensive inhale filled with interest.
"Are you nervous about that? You know it's a small cerimony, we're just happy you said you'd do it, it doesn't have to be a big-"
"I'm not." It's curt, raising your hand to stop his rambling. "Let's make sure I keep you away from failing engines, birds, my own bad judgement- Out of harm's way entirely first, get you to your bride in one piece, and then I'll feel performance anxiety over the speech. Sound good?"
It's not hard to pick up concern in Maverick's full, green irises. It's always there, anyway. And he's definitely not scared to bring it up. A preamptive sigh escapes your lips.
"I trust you."
Overflowing with confidence and care, melting your cold-natured shell with a simple shrug of his shoulders and a nod.
"I know, Mav."
Your tone is on the annoyed side, his stubborn eyes making you squirm, but you can't find it in you to walk away yet. Expecting to hear one more promise.
"It'll work." Not quite what you needed. Huffing, you look away, throat singing a muffled note of disagreement, which makes him impatient. "What?"
"'Lot of risks."
"Usually not something Scorcher-deterrent."
"I don't usually get to wingman." A sharp, shooting pain in your chest. A feeling of impotence. "My job is to guarantee that you'll be fine."
There he goes again, looking up at you with certainty he simply expects you to share.
"Which is exactly how I know I will be fi-"
"That kind of talk is for friends and family, Mitchell. For me, it's counterproductive. I have to think about it. I have to consider it, worry. Or do you want me to believe you favored me for this mission because you're biased and not because you know I've got that same strain of unease you do about watching someone else's back? There's something sacrificial in you, and it's in me too, isn't it?” You seem to forfeit breathing, eyes stinging, canine showing. Don’t cry. “And the Navy may not openly encourage it, but it sure comes in handy, and you know that very well. That's why you chose me. So let me do my job."
Chest rising, you think about your backseater and her family asking why you didn't try harder. You think about Rooster's father, seeing it in Pete's eyes that he's doing that too. You think about Jake. And you finally get the urge to leave, hide.
"Is this really about flying?"
Maverick's good intentions. You hate them, you're so grateful for them. You'd never take them for granted.
"It's about everything. But it's fine, comes with the, uhm- You know. I got it."
"Have you talked to him?"
Scoffing, you look around the hangar, almost apprehensive someone will reprimand both of you for gossiping at work.
"Of course not." You turn back to Maverick with folded arms and a dismissive head shake. "But this isn't about that."
You can see it in your friend's face. It's about everything but him?
Lying to Maverick causes an involuntary physical reaction, as if you’re going to fall apart in pieces, clearing your throat to cover for it.
"It was always going to be like that. I prepared for it, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. But what you two did, you don’t not talk about it." He copies your standoffish posture. It's mocking, grinning up before he frowns again when you don’t react. He inhales sharply, trying not to sigh. "He RSVP'd for this weekend with a plus one. Not a problem, then?"
"Not a problem, Captain." You enphasize the title, straightening your posture as you watch some younger pilots walk by. "Thanks for letting me know."
Maverick raises his eyebrows, licking his teeth. Assessing. "Penny was concerned."
That makes your blood boil. Such a personal situation bleeding into so many lives when you didn't even allow that.
But you bite on your tongue, giving the couple a free pass for the weekend.
"It is pretty." You chuckle at Maverick's puzzled head tilt, pointing behind him. "The sunset."
"Right," He turns around to squint at the softening orange light, but his gaze slips back to you quickly. "See you at dinner?"
Your shoulders tense up thinking about what kind of traps they could set for you, turning to face the short man with a glare.
"Yes, Captain." When he smiles, you know to brace for some bullshit. He punches your shoulder as light as he can, which is still too much, and you cry out embarrassingly. "Jesus fucking Christ."
Standing there massaging your sore muscles, you let the the afternoon hue slowly take you to him. The sun reminds you of his hair. The clear sky reminds you of his sarcastic, obnoxious laughter when you were flying. The warmth reminds you of everything.
--- FLASHBACK ---
5:39 AM
The gym's floor is cold. Awake since two, working out from four to five. Maverick told you to meet him fifteen minutes before the usual start. You had showered and returned to the gym, not knowing where else to wait.
5:41 AM
Your eyes don't leave the pointers, nails digging into your thighs. Two days where you couldn't quite control your breathing. You should've gone with Coyote.
5:42 AM
It's just the machines, and the freezing sterile air, the colorless skin of someone who isn't recovering…
An attempt to inhale turns into a gasp, the butt of your hand massaging your sternum to soothe the tightening.
5:43 AM
A light turning on in the hallway forces you to stand up, jumping to your feet and hoping the captain doesn't get too upset over your lateness.
Your eyes are trained on the floor as you step out into the hallway, deep in thought praying Mav isn't pulling you aside for a heart-to-heart. That's more than your sleep-deprived brain can handle right now.
With a full exhale your gaze lifts right into a figure walking towards you.
His right shoulder sags to the side with the weight of the bag. Quickly scanning the rest of his body, he seems alright otherwise.
"Jake-"
As your eyes land on his face, his seemed to have been watching you the entire time.
He walked slowly, your feet springing back to life and cautiously bringing you closer. No smiles or other cues to assure you things were okay.
When you both stop, your mouth goes dry and the room feels drained of oxygen. Eager to unravel in apologies, you'll never understand why it's so much harder to say sorry when you mean it.
"I wanted to visit you at the hospital."
The rest dies inside your chest. Are you supposed to tell the person who went through an ejection that it was too hard for you?
It feels like ages since you've seen any warmth in the green of his eyes.
His eyebrows raise with an air of irony.
"What is it they say, the good die young, right? Doesn’t sound like me."
Despite the wink he throws you, his voice is weak and doesn't have even half of the attitude commonly attributed to Hangman. Playful tone now replaced by a short breath pushing you away.
He doesn't see the deep frown twisting your features down your face, walking past you with ease.
"Your shoulder, do you want-"
A dismissive hand gesture is all he gives you.
You should get rid of the lump in your throat before you meet Maverick's stumbling good intentions.
The bag slips from his shoulder to his fingers before he gets to his dorm, stopping to catch his breath, hand flexing as if invisible strings try to pull him back, in the direction you went. To you.
Of course his first encounter back at base would be with your somber face.
It seems he could only try and fail to not favor his romantic side. Jake had imagined a whole scene of waking up to your teary eyes and lopsided smile next to his hospital bed, a confession after he (kind of) nearly died. You had walked back on your words before, he could dream.
But you didn't show. And now the petty devil on his shoulder screams at him to fight back.
So he fantasized a different scenario, promising himself he would stick his chin out and breeze past you the next time he saw you. It's comical he has to talk himself up like this but if you wanted nothing to do with him, he would show you he has never had a problem moving on.
Then he noticed the bags under your eyes and the uneven buttons of your shirt, a visible distress unbecoming of you.
He knows you're not the most expressive person. He knows you've lost someone to an ejection before. Despite your stubborness, he knows you struggle. He knows you.
God, you could string him along, on and off, for several eternities if you wanted to - if only you wanted to.
When he steps through the threshold, Coyote has a quip at the ready and he greets him with a forced grin.
"Just in time to pack your bag and leave this dry desert, huh? Smart bastard." Javy zips his bag, and he chuckles. "Had time to think about how you're spending the next few months?"
Jake can feel the muscles in his face morph into a mix of mischief and self-satisfaction.
"Back to old me."
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I've read this one a few times over the years. It is an amazing story! If you haven't read it yet, check it out!
Fated, Found, Forever Masterlist
Jensen Ackles x Reader
Also: Jared Padalecki, Jill (OFC) x Filip (OMC)
Series Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Angst, Mostly Floof, Smut, 18+ only
Fated in Lynchburg (SPN Genre Bingo Square Filled: Drunken Night)
Jensen is on a business trip, Y/N is on a much-needed vacation. Though they both have plans for a quiet evening, whiskey and fate have a different idea.
Found in Nashville (SPN Genre Bingo Square Filled: Chick Flick Moment)
The morning after their drunken night doesn’t exactly go the way Jensen had hoped. Once they part ways, sure to never see each other again, Y/N and Jensen contemplate what the night meant to each of them and seek out their closest friends for some guidance. That’s when one friend decides to take fate into their own hands and give the two a nudge.
Forever in Vancouver (SPN Genre Bingo Square Filled: Free Space)
Six months into their relationship, it was hard finding time together. But when they finally do, will it be everything they hoped?
Best. Christmas. Ever. (writing challenge submission)
(Y/N) has been traveling for work more after she married Jensen, than ever before. Now that its Christmas time, she’s looking forward to a quiet, intimate holiday, until he springs the surprise that the whole family will be joining them after all.
I can’t say this is complete, because if given the right idea, I would love to add to this world.
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I want that thousand boops badge so comment on this post if you need boops. (And reblog so other ppl can have a boop list!)
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Hi hope all is well with you missed seeing you post! Was wondering if you still had the idea to finish When it all fall apart?? Iv re-read it and it’s just so good and getting better! Hope you’re doing ok!
Hi!! I have two of these from a few weeks apart, I'm not sure if you sent both or if someone else sent the other one. I have not been on here as much as I used to be lately. I'll answer both here.
I'm so glad you like that story, and I can't believe you enjoyed it enough to reread! Thank you!! 💗 I do still plan on finishing WIAFA, I have 3 chapters done, but I need to write about 4 or 5 more before we get to those. That is where the story really picks up. But that might not be the first story we see an update on. I Got You, is close, and there is another that has been a looong time coming that may see an update first. Some "friends" just took a trip to Henry Ford Museum, that's here in Michigan. Take from that information what you will 😉.
Things aren't slowing down right now. We opened a bar in January, so along with running the restaurant I spend 50-60 hours between the two. I keep hoping we'll find some help soon. Maybe when school gets out and kids can work more. I just don't have a lot of time right now, but hopefully soon, you will have an update on something!! In the meantime, Thank you so much for sticking with me!!! I hope you are doing well also!💗💗
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You're so sweet!! Thank you so much!! 💗
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Oh babes I’m so sorry you going through all of that I hope your fam is ok and we’ll as the dog!! 😭
And yea I literally binged read WIAFA last weekend lol
Thank you! It's getting a little better.💗 Brandy is better, just waiting for her dissolvable stitches to dissolve. Luna has since had three vet trips, but hopefully the last one took care of her.
Thank you so much for reading! I hope to have another chapter of something out soon.
I hope you had a nice holiday, and have a Happy New Year! 😀
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Been thinking about you, sweetie. I’m so sorry to hear about your aunt 🫂❤️ I’m sending you lots of love!
We will be here whenever the muses are cooperating with you again and you’ve got more free time/emotional availability to continue writing 🥰
Thank you so much! I appreciate it 💗💗
I'm trying to get back to the stories, so hopefully I will have something for you soon. I hope you had a nice holiday, and have a Happy New Year! 💗😀
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I'm a tad late, but I hope you all had a Merry Christmas, or a Happy Holiday if you celebrate something else! I was hoping to get a chapter of something out for yesterday, but I never had a chance to write the last few weeks. Maybe by New Year's?!
I plan on opening one of my word documents tonight when I get back home and being around on here. Does anyone have any questions about When It All Falls Apart, I Got You, or Falling For You?? Whichever story you can get the creative juices flowing for gets the next new chapter!
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uh bestie i read your one dean fic that has like 14 chaps! i hope we get another update soon?! the suspense is killing me!
Hi!
Thank you for reading! Do you mean the Jensen series, WIAFA? The only unfinished Dean series is FFY, and that is on hiatus for now. I'm sorry I don't have anything new yet. I run a restaurant, and I'm still working 7 days a week because I'm short on help. Once we got through my brother's wedding at the end of September, we found out my aunt had terminal stage 4 cancer. Much of the free time I had was spent with her. She just passed and her funeral and visitation were this past weekend. I haven't been in the right headspace to write, or even read lately. I hope soon. One of my girls had surgery today for multiple things. She's wanted to be on my lap since I've picked her up, she doesn't like competing with the computer for space.
If you, or anyone reading this has questions about the series, or theories on what you think might happen, send them in. Maybe it will get the juices flowing again. I know what is going to happen I just can't get the words on the document. Thank you for reading!
-J
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Hi darlings!
Well, wedding is over, but now my aunt is in the hospital. I'll explain that under the cut if you want to know more. After work tomorrow, I'm dog sitting at my parent's and might have some time to write. Want to send me some inspirations? What questions do you have for WIAFA or even IGY. Any guesses on what's coming, any of those spoilers really throw you off?? After tomorrow I'm not sure when I'm going to get more time. Help push a girl to write! 😂😂🙏
So my aunt wasn't feeling well and had some tests back in Aug, she told my mom the results weren't as bad as they were thinking they could have been. She wasn't completely honest. She had cancer, was in remission for a few years, It's back, lung cancer stage 4. She had a doctor's appt, two days before the wedding and they put her in the hospital. She didn't want our family to know how bad things were, she wanted us focused on the wedding, she was going to tell mom after. She went down pretty quick. Tuesday she was offering to make cake for the rehearsal dinner on Friday, Thursday she was in the hospital.
Chances are she only has a few weeks left, family is making their way to town. With that being said writing time/ and mind set maybe limited again.
Thank you for your patience,
Jenny
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Sorry, no writing update yet. Today is wedding day. This week was crazier than I thought it would be. Last week went from sinus infection to strep to covid. I didn't have time for any of that. Since I'm not typically this dressed up, here's a picture from before the ceremony. Please pardon the editing I'm on my phone and trying to edit out my brother
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Hey!! Any updates on WIAFA?
BTW,How are you doing these days? I hope you fine and healthy💗🌸
Love your fics🌼👾 and Take care hun💖🫂
Hey nonnie!!
I'm so glad you are loving the story and I wish I could tell you it was almost ready, but it's not. I'm sorry!! The last time I had google docs open was when I posted those spoilers unfortunately. It's taken me a week to get enough time to get a load of laundry washed and dried. We are at the very crazy part of the month right now.
Last week I didn't have a closing manager and I was working my own normal hours plus their shifts. The only day I was home before 9pm was Monday, and that's because I'm closed and it's my errand catch up day. My cousin's wedding reception was last Saturday. Last Friday and this Friday we have football concessions. Those days it's after 11 before I get back home. My dogs want my attention when I get home. When I finally sit down Brandy is right across my lap and doesn't like the computer on top of her.
Next Saturday is my brother's wedding, and we're hosting the rehearsal dinner at the bar we took over beginning of the year. So my dad has been crazy about us getting that all finished up. I'm doing a reading, and haven't even practiced that, or broken in the dress shoes. But I did finally get my dress altered.
My grandma has some memory issues, they think might be the onset of dementia or Alzheimer's. They put her on a new medication a little over a week ago. It's not going well. She has been getting super shaky and upset, and she has some bad pain in her shoulder. Yesterday, dad had me leave work to take her some pain cream after I had stuff set up and before lunch rush. I got to her house and she's walking down the hallway holding a tissue box in one hand full of bloody kleenex and a kleenex in the other with a black eye and blood coming out of her eye lid. It was not a quick trip over, and I ended up there 3 times. My grandpa built that house, and she swears she isn't moving out of it and into a care home.
Today I woke up feeling like crap, but the doctor says it isn't strep (at least not yet)and my night manager called in, so I got to work open to close again.
This is probably much longer answer than you wanted, for me to say, no I'm sorry I have not had an opportunity to get back to writing. Thank you for listening to me vent.
Maybe I can get a little bit of time on Monday, but then I won't have any more time until after the wedding.
Thank you for your interest in the story!! I hope you are having a great week Take care yourself!! I hope I can get back to it soon💗💗
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