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Man Crush (Drabble)
Pairing: Jeff Hardy x OC Melissa
Word Count: 874
Prompt: 'But friends don't look at each other like we do, if i kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop'
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“It’s been three weeks Melissa, you’re either going to need to confess to Jeff that you like him or figure out something. You can’t keep avoiding him you two are so close and it’s bothering him knowing what’s wrong.”
Melissa sighed as she looked at Jeff’s older brother Matt, she did not know who else to turn to when her dreams about one of her best friends had started getting erotic. Sure, she knew that she had a crush on Jeff she had for years how could she not. But she didn’t know how to deal with the man when her mind tortured her at night with dreams of him caressing her flesh, watching his eyes as he dipped his head down to sample her wetness with his tongue.
After that first dream, she had a hard time looking him in the face, when the dreams wouldn’t stop she started avoiding him, afraid she’d reveal her secret. The only reason she told his brother was because she was desperate and needed some advice.
“I just worry it’s going to make him uncomfortable and that last thing I want is to do that to him. Part of me believes he may be flattered, but friends don’t look at each other the way we do.”
“Honestly, I can’t promise his reaction I don’t know how he’ll behave but regardless I’ll be here to help you and I truly believe it’s not going to harm your friendship if he doesn’t like it. You’ll always have us and I agree you two do look at each other different.”
“Thanks Matt, well I guess I better go find him.”
“Good luck kiddo.”
Waving, Melissa continued her way down the hall in search of Jeff while doing her best to try and keep herself together. It had been so hard avoiding him for three weeks and it was getting to the point where she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep him from just cornering her at work.
“Hey Kenny, have you seen Jeff anywhere?”
She asked rubbing her hands together nervously as she looked at her friend who was on his phone. Kenny looked up smiling at her and nodded, motioning towards the left down the long corridore.
‘Locker room.’
He mouthed, giving him a quiet thanks she went towards the men’s locker room and pulled her phone out; sending Jeff a text to let him know she was here looking for him. After a few minutes the door opened, and Jeff smiled seeing her.
“Hey, give me a minute to get my stuff then we can walk, and talk do you have a ride?”
“Yeah, I got a ride with one of the girls but it’s fine.”
Nodding Jeff gathered his things and the two of them began making their way through the halls waving to coworkers or friends. The silence stretched between them neither knowing how to exactly start until Jeff did.
“Did I do something to upset you?”
“What?”
Melissa looked over at him before quickly shaking her head pushing a door open.
“No, you didn’t do anything I’m sorry for avoiding you lately I’m going to explain why I just it’s not as easy as I would hope for.”
Jeff nodded relieved to know he hadn’t upset or offended her in some way. He stayed quiet to let her gather her thoughts.
“You let your gray grow out?”
Melissa wondered aloud looking over at him Jeff smiled at her change of subject touching his face and hair he glanced at her.
“I did, do you like it?”
“I really like it honestly you suit gray pretty well.”
“Thank you.”
The two continued to walk in silence for a bit longer as Melissa decided it was just best to get it over with now.
“So the reason I’ve been avoiding you is I’ve been dreaming about you and I got confused.”
“That’s it? I dream about you too darling it’s not weird we dream about friends all the time it’s actually pretty normal.”
“No these are different my dreams have been well.”
Swallowing, she felt her cheeks heating up while her eyes darted to the floor suddenly interested in the concrete. She couldn’t believe she was going to just spit this out right here where anyone could possibly hear.
“They’re what?”
“On the more erotic side.”
“Oh? Erotic, OH.”
He exclaimed after a moment and stopped walking grabbing her arm to pull her to a stop and lifted her chin with his finger to get her gaze to meet his.
“You like me, don’t you?”
“Well, I mean it’s pretty obvious after what I just told you.”
“That’s no reason to avoid me we could have made those dreams a reality; you know sometimes I listen to you talking I just want to lean over and kiss you.”
Melissa could feel her heart pounding in her chest listening to his confession, she decided to be brave once more.
“Why don’t you kiss me now?”
“If I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”
“What if I don’t want you too.”
Jeff smiles cupping her cheeks gently lowering his lips to her in a kiss sweeter than either could have ever hoped for.
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Something About Fate
Chapter 5
Summary: Y/N has been homeless and living on the streets of Dallas, Texas since the start of Covid. Until one day, a handsome, green eyes strange notices her and turns her whole world upside down.
Warning: Change, even good change, can be scary, and even a little hard…
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (eventually).
Word Count: 2k
A/N: This series is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! This series will contain mature content eventually, and therefore is unsuitable for persons under 18 years of age! Anyone under the age of 18 will be blocked for my blog! Thanks so much for reading! I hope you all enjoy this series!
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Y/N looked out of the window of the expensive looking Van that had picked Jensen and herself up from the airport as soon as they landed in LA with somewhat of a shocked awe at all the sights that slowly passed her by in the crawling, busy streets.
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You'll Accompany Me-Chapter 14
Jensen x reader
Word Count-2046
Warnings- Angst, Jared trying to be funny at the wrong time 😄
A/N- Sorry, guys, but we're still on the angst train with this one. But there may be a sliver of hope for them 😉
“Hey, man. It’s going to be okay. Just keep taking deep breaths,” Jared coached Jensen trying to get him to calm down.
“Didn’t you hear her? She said she didn’t know if she ever wanted to speak to me again. How am I supposed to calm down now? My whole world just told me she doesn’t want me anymore,” he croaked, his voice wavering with the tears he shed.
“Jay, I don’t know what you want me to say. She’s hurting right now, and she has every right to. I love you, dude, but you really messed up this time.”
“Damn, thanks for helping me out.”
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do! You need to understand what you did and how much it affected her. She told you she was going to have your baby, and you walked out on her. How else did you expect her to react?”
Jensen had nothing to say. Jared was right. He left her to fend for herself when she needed him the most, and he couldn’t blame her for leaving. But he had to fix it. He knew he couldn’t go on without her. What she didn’t know was that he had planned on asking her to marry him soon. Then she told him she was pregnant, and he let his fear and insecurities push her away. Maybe he was more like Dean Winchester than he cared to admit.
“Hey. I can see the wheels turning. What’s going through that head of yours?” Jared knew that he was reeling, but he was trying to get him talking, hoping that it would help to calm him down.
“I have to find her. I have to fix this,” Jay murmured more to himself than his friend, jumping to his feet.
“Okay. How do you plan on doing that?” Jared asked.
Jensen opened his mouth to answer when Jared’s phone rang. He hoped that it was Y/N calling him back, but it wasn’t. It was Gen. He hung his head in disappointment while his friend answered the call. He could hear her yelling something through the phone, but it was unintelligible. The look on Jared’s face made him squirm. He knew something terrible was happening, but he didn’t know what. Jared hung up quickly and turned to him, a look of pity on his face.
“Jay, I need you to sit down.”
“What is it, Jared?” he asked, holding his breath.
“Seriously, man. Sit down for a minute.”
“I’m not fucking sitting down! Just tell me what the hell is going on!” he yelled, getting frustrated with not knowing what was happening.
“It’s Y/N. Gen was talking to her, and she told Gen to call 911, and then she didn’t speak anymore. Gen called 911, and they're on their way. We need to meet them at the hospital,” he spoke softly, reaching out to put his hand on Jensen’s shoulder for comfort.
The words didn’t sink into Jensen’s mind for a few seconds. When it registered what was going on in his mind, he felt like he would pass out. Not only had he left her when she told him they were going to have a baby, but now she was in trouble, and he wasn’t there to protect her like he had promised. He had let her down in every way possible, and he hated himself for it. With one more look at Jared, he ran for the bathroom, emptying the contents of his stomach.
Gen sat in the hospital room, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s form as she lay there, not moving. She got a babysitter and rushed straight to the hospital after calling 911. Now, watching her friend hooked to all those machines and her not being able to help her made her feel so helpless. All she wanted to do was take away Y/N’s pain and make everything better for her and Jensen, but she had no clue where to even start. All she could do was wait and see what the doctors had to say and go from there. The door to the room opening startled her as she watched Jared and Jensen run into the room.
“What’s wrong with her?! Why isn’t she awake?!” Jensen shouted as he rushed to Y/N’s side, taking her limp hand in his.
“I don’t know. The doctor hasn’t been in yet,” Gen sighed, praying for good news when Y/N’s doctor did come to talk to them.
“It’s going to be okay, baby. She’ll be fine,” Jared soothed his wife, sitting next to her and pulling her into his side.
“What if she’s not?! What if something happens?! Oh God, I can’t lose her,” Jensen began to cry, laying his head down next to hers on her pillow.
“Y/N, baby, please. Don’t leave me. I’m so sorry for everything, darlin’. I hurt you so bad, and I’ll never forgive myself,” he whispered into her ear so Jared and Gen couldn’t hear him, “I promise I’ll do anything to make this up to you, baby. You just have to wake up, okay? I need you to wake up. If not for me, then for our little peanut. Just….please wake up.”
He continued to cry into her pillow, intermittently placing light kisses on the side of her head. Seeing her like this made him feel pain that he had never imagined he could ever feel. He knew he had a lot of proving to do to regain her trust, but he was willing to do whatever it took to show her he meant it if she made it through this.
Y/N couldn’t see anything, her eyes refusing to open. But, she knew something was wrong because she could hear Jensen’s voice in her ear begging her to wake up. The last thing she remembered was telling Gen to call 911, and then everything went black. So, she knew that she had to be dreaming. Jensen wouldn’t be there, and deep down, she could feel the sadness in her chest. She wanted him to be there, but he had made other choices.
She started to hear what sounded like other voices, which made her want to wake up and see what was going on. Was she dreaming, or were there people around her? Did that mean that Jensen could possibly be there? Her mind knew she didn’t need to talk to him right now, that she needed to let him go, but her subconscious knew that she still loved him and wanted to see him. Her eyes began to flutter, the bright lights starting to infiltrate her senses. The more she came closer to the waking world, the more she could sense that someone was right beside her, kissing her. Once her eyes finally opened, she looked to her right, and there he was. Jensen was there, and he looked like he had been crying for days.
“Y/N! Oh God, baby. You’re awake! I was so fucking scared,” Jensen exclaimed, choking on another sob that threatened to escape.
“Y/N!” Jared and Gen shouted in unison, both on their feet and coming to her bedside.
“What happened?” she asked meekly, her voice cracking.
“We don’t know. We’re still waiting for the doctor to come back in,” Gen said, squeezing her hand.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, looking over at Jensen.
“You really think that I wouldn’t be here after discovering you collapsed?! Of course, I was going to come be with you.”
“That’s not what I meant,” she groaned, trying to sit up straighter in the bed, “I meant, I told you I didn’t want to talk to you, and you still came to the hospital.”
“I know what you said, but I love you, Y/N, and our baby. I know I didn’t show it when you told me, but I know that I messed up. I’ll forever regret how I acted.”
“Let’s not talk about this right now. We’re not sure what’s wrong yet, and she doesn’t need the stress. None of us do,” Gen whispered, hoping to calm down the tension starting to build in the room.
Y/N opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted when her doctor walked into the room, making everyone silent.
“Hey, guys. I’m Dr. Williams, Y/N’s OBGYN. I’ve got all your results back and wanted to go over them with you.”
“What’s wrong? What made her pass out? Is the baby okay? Is she going to be okay?” Jensen rattled out the questions in a hurry. He needed to know she and the baby were okay.
“Slow down, slugger,” Dr. Williams laughed, “The baby is fine, and Y/N will be okay too.”
“What’s the problem, then?” Y/N asked curiously. She knew that it had to be something to make her pass out.
“Well, you have a condition called preeclampsia. It causes high blood pressure, and if it gets high enough, you can lose consciousness.”
“What does she need to do?” Jensen asked worriedly. He didn’t want anything else to happen to her or their baby.
“She’ll have to go on what we call modified bed rest. This means she has to take it easy and can’t do anything strenuous. She can still get up and move around for limited amounts of time, shower, and make very easy meals, but she needs to be on the couch or in bed most times throughout the day. That also means she needs to have someone around at all times to help her out.”
“Well, that takes sex off the table,” Jared joked, trying to lighten the mood, but just got glares from his friends.
“Actually, that depends. If sex is something that’s stressful for you, then I say refrain. But, if it’s enjoyable and has been a stress reliever before, then that’s fine. Just keep it easy. No acrobatics,” Dr. Williams chuckled.
“Sex isn’t happening anymore, so what else?” Y/N mumbled, making Jensen tense at her tone.
“Just make sure Jensen can be with you all the time, and you can go home.”
“That’s not an option,” she stated bluntly, making the doctor look at her.
“Well, I’m not sure what’s going on, but if you don’t have someone to stay with you, you’ll have to do your bed rest in the hospital for the rest of your pregnancy.”
“What?! I don’t want to be in the hospital that long,” she whined.
“Then I suggest that you figure out who can stay with you. I’ll come back after my rounds to see if you have anything worked out,” Dr. Williams informed her, walking out to see her other patients.
“Y/N, maybe you should go back to Jensen’s,” Jared encouraged.
“No, that’s not happening.”
“Baby, please. Let me take care of you. I’ll even move to the guest room if that makes you more comfortable, but you need the help, and it should be me,” he pleaded.
“Why should it be you?” she sassed.
“Because I want to be able to keep an eye on you and our baby.”
“You didn’t care about the baby and me before,” she quipped, making him feel guilty.
“I always cared, Y/N. I was just scared when you told me we were having a baby.”
“This is a conversation that you should have in private. It would be perfect to talk about while Jensen is taking care of you,” Gen interjected.
“Not you too,” Y/N groaned in frustration.
“I’m thinking of you and the baby. It’s what makes sense,” her friend smiled, trying to show her that she just had her best interest at heart.
“Fine….Go tell Dr. Williams that I’m going to stay with him.”
Y/N didn’t want to go back to that house. Not because she hated it, but because she knew that all the good memories there would outweigh the bad ones, and she was afraid that she would lose her resolve on not getting back with Jensen. It looked like she would have a big struggle between her head and her heart. She hoped that her head would win, but with a man like Jensen, who knew what would happen. Only the future would know.
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Love In An Elevator - Part 1
Title: Home Sweet Home Timestamp
Pairing: Jensen X Reader
Word Count: 870
Warnings: Swearing, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, semi-public indecency
Summary: Jensen's due on stage in twenty minutes, the fans are waiting, but [Y/N]'s been riled up all morning and she's not going to wait a second longer to get what she wants. The fans will have to wait
A/N: i was honry af last night, idk why, but this came from it. there's gonna be a second part, but i just wanted to share this :) also i haven't written in months so be kind
The ravenous fire bubbling inside her chest was insufferable, climbing her veins and rattling her bones with each thud of her foot to the floor. She tried to compose herself, using the bright blue lines on the carpet as a guide, like a plane coming in to land.
The devil swarmed her brain, overpowering her mind and corrupting her thoughts as hellfire gushed between her legs, triggering heart palpitations and sharp gasps for air to fill her struggling lungs as she willed herself to remain standing.
With taught shoulders and a puffed out chest [Y/N] shouted down the runway, her voice strained and tone urgent as she glared at the love of her life fifty feet ahead.
Even from this distance his broad rounded shoulders contrasted so delightfully against his narrow waist and tiny toosh. The crisp white shirt barely keeping his biceps in check and jeans unable to disguise his bowed legs which only excited her more.
Jensen twirled on his heels at the sound of her call, t-shirt hugging his toned stomach as he stood like a toddler with curved legs and twisted feet.
“What?”
“C’mere, quickly,” she said, ushering him with a flick of her wrist.
Heat prickled her skin, sizzled her insides and forced her to bite her bottom lip as his hips swayed and long legs strode towards her. His enchanting beauty and flowing movement created a hectic whirlwind in the hallway and deep in her heart, not to mention the storm that was raging in her pants.
“Are you okay?”
“Come with me.” Her hand clasped his as she escorted them down the isolated hotel lobby, the final location and their heavenly destination vivid in her mind.
“[Y/N] I’ve not got time, I’ve gotta go,” he insisted. “What’s wrong?”
Halting mid step, her long hair whipped through the air as she faced him. The manicured finger prodding his chest advised him to back up.
Stumbling backwards into a cramped little elevator, mirror lining one wall, the remaining ones cold sheets of metal, his blazing green eyes were stuck on her.
“What’s wrong?” Stifling a sigh, [Y/N] aggressively forced his hand under her skirt and between her thighs, manipulating her thong to the side, she manoeuvred his fingers across her soaking slit.
Jensen’s legs buckled as he reached out to the wall for support, the cool shiny metal helping to contain his fever. A pathetic whine slipped between his lips as temptation entrapped his soul in a cage of pure exhilarating lust and his fingers drowned in her arousal.
“That’s what’s wrong Jensen. I’ve been like this all morning, waitin’ and waitin’, I can’t fuckin’ take it any longer. I need you. Right now.”
“Here?” His voice hit a few octaves higher than usual, his right brow reaching for the ceiling as he eyeballed the compact space.
“You’d love that huh? Fuckin’ me somewhere public, someone catchin’ us mid act. You get off on just the thought dont'cha?”
His fingers rolled over her aching folds as if exploring the deep blue sea blindfolded, this time a synchronised moan fell from both of them.
“I’ve not got time to be teased,” Jensen said fiercely. “I can’t go on stage hard.”
“Why? Not like you haven’t been before. Quite a few times if I remember correctly,” her voice was low and breathy, full of unfiltered need and want.
Despite being extremely aroused, a twinge of irritation flashed across his face, “That’s not funny.”
“It is to me. Hot too.”
“Look, I promise, as soon as I’m finished I’ll come straight up to the room okay? I’ll do anythin’ you want.”
“I want you now. I want your fingers deep inside me, hittin’ that beautiful sweet spot, your body crushin’ me against the wall, my dainty hand chokin’ your dick while you attack my tit with your mouth. I want you to make me moan, scream and beg, loud enough that someone hears and then they hide, spyin’ on us, watchin’ and gettin’ turned on as you make me cum on your fingers.”
His thoughts were stolen as intense arousal demanded all blood relocate to his crotch. He was rock solid and pulsing in his jeans, his bulge almost breaking the seams, his thick shaft and seeping head begging to escape and get wet, all while his restricted lungs pressed against the walls of his rib cage desperate for air.
“He’d cum in his pants if he seen you finish,” he scoffed with utter pride as he looked down at his petite girlfriend with fire in her eyes.
The tight white t-shirt she wore clung to her body, revealing the curves and bounce of her small breasts, her nipples like granite and breaking the smoothness of the material, taunting him to play and indulge in the pleasure she was offering.
“Want me to make you cum in yours?” she said, her hand covering his twitching dick like a blanket.
Jensen’s hips flinched as a small hiss squeezed between clenched teeth.
He couldn’t contain another slithery hiss when his well used and calloused hand engulfed her left breast entirely and kneaded her flesh with a hearty grip.
“No,” he growled, “I’m cumin’ inside you.”
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Jensen and Characters
Beautiful Trauma: Mini-Series; The reader finds out that after nearly forty years, Ben is alive. (Ben x Reader)
Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four
Brat: Series: In order to adjust her behaviour and attitude, Y/N is sent to John’s and whilst she’s there, John’s sons, Sam and Dean take a liking to her.
Falling For The Sheriff: Part of the Creedence Creek Cowboys Trilogy Series; Reader's car breaks down outside of a small southern town and who else comes to her rescue? None other than Sheriff Dean Winchester.
Broken and Unfixable: Drabble; Dean hits the reader with some hard “truths”.
All Out of Options: Drabble; Reader resorts to a last option. (Dean x Reader)
Under The Mistletoe: Drabble; There’s mistletoe. And Dean (Dean x Reader)
Toy Soldier: Ficlet; The reader finds Michael in her apartment.
Classroom Humiliation: Oneshot; Reader gets humiliated in class. (Jensen x Reader)
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If I Love You Too Masterlisst
Summary: After the worst six months of his life, Jensen is exhausted. Keeping up with the charade of being better for family and friends as well as the new challenges of sudden single fatherhood while trying to get back out to work have him at his breaking point. A live in nanny in the last thing he wants but he desperately needs another set of hands on call to help out with the day to day. Someone to show up, do the work, and won’t ask a million questions about how he’s doing and if he’s alright. Someone he doesn’t have to pretend to. But he didn’t expect to like her, let alone fall in love with her. A part of him says not to risk that pain again but another part, the bigger part, says he might not have a choice in the matter…
Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader
Word Count: TBD
Warnings: language, car accidents, age gaps, mentions of injury/death of a spouse/death of a parent/depression/anxiety/past child abuse/past sexual assault (not graphic), mild violence, self-worth issues, smut and smut related topics, loads of fluffy moments
A/N #1: This series is a complimentary series to If I Fell For You and shows the story from Jensen’s POV. Also, this series is absolutely no hate towards Danneel. I’ve never seen if from you guys but a quick reminder wife-hate isn’t welcome here.
A/N: #2: There is NO TAGLIST for this series. Parts will come out on no set schedule however I will update the below when I do know of them!
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 (coming TBD)
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Jensen Ackles - Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Supernatural Masterlist
Here’s every pieces I wrote about Jensen Ackles, to read for Dean Winchester, please refer to the Supernatural masterlist!
NSFW = 18+ ;)
DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WRITING. NEVER. NOT TODAY. NOT TOMORROW. NEVER.
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Celebrity Next Door Masterlist
Pairings: Jensen x Reader
Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.
Warnings will be added to each chapter!
***Jensen’s kids will be renamed due to respectfulness, & Daneel is in the story as his ex but in no way do I want to cause harm or disrespect her as a person***
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
(On Hiatus, coming soon)
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The Broken Fan Masterlist
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?
**Warnings will be added to each chapter**
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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Chosen For Pleasure Masterlist
Series Warnings: Strong Language, Mature Themes, Angst, Alcohol, Attempted Sexual Assault, Mentions of Drugs/Heavy Drug Use, Neglect, Feelings of Hopelessness
Part (I)
Part (II)
Part (III)
Part (IV)
Part(V)
Part (VI)
Part (VII)
Part (VIII)
Part (IX)
Part (X)
Part (XI)
Part (XII)
Part (XIII)
Part (XIV)
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I made this so I don’t have to keep listing out the parts on every update (now that my tag list is getting so long it takes up half the page, so grateful!!!) I’ll update the list with each new part that comes out!
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Jensen Ackles Masterlist
Home Sweet Home Masterlist
Summary: The life of Jensen and [Y/N]
Word Count: 67,654 (total)
Warnings: Nsfw
A/N: all parts including main series can be read separately! reader is an oc so descriptions are tailored, if you read, thank you very much, feedback is super welcome, but be nice! (to everyone<3)
Carpool - Part 1
Summary: Two coworkers first carpool to work
Word Count: 3288
Warnings: Swearing, mention of alcohol, drugs and anxiety, mention of panic attack, implied smut
The First Time - Part 2
Summary: Things get heated between the actors causing a problem that leads to a very serious conversation
Word Count: 3322
Warnings: Angst, swearing, mutual masturbation, oral (m&f), unprotected sex, painful sex (jensen’s too big and we all know he is), he panics afterwards thinking she didn’t give consent
The Second First Time - Part 3
Summary: After telling Jensen a big secret [Y/N] sleeps with him for the first second time
Word Count: 5850
Warnings: Banter, fluff, swearing, hand job, blowjob, fingering, protected sex
The Morning After - Part 4
Summary: The morning after is sweet until [Y/N] showers and her mood changes completely
Word Count: 3111
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, anxiety, [Y/N] is triggered, mentions of coworker bullying, being mocked sexually, mention of edging kink, oral (f)
Weekend In Vancouver, Friday - Part 5
Summary: [Y/N] and Jensens emotional and sexual relationship is explored further during a long-weekend trip to Vancouver
Word Count: 7299
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of anxiety, discussion of creating a safe word, dirty talk, fingering, oral (female reciving), blow job, face fucking, hair pulling, being held down, soft dom!jensen, rough sex, praise kink, overstimulation, memories/brief flashback of a bad sexual encounter
Feels Like The First Time - Part 1 | Part 2
Summary: [Y/N] enjoys an experience for the first time with Jensen
Word Count: 2256 | 3309
Warnings: Swearing, dry humping, fingering hand job
Captured By The Lights
Summary: After her five month old kitten takes down the Christmas tree again, [Y/N] is the one who ends up being decorated
Word Count: 3636
Warnings: Swearing, fingering, handjob, oral (f), restrained
Visit From The Devil
Summary: Sometimes Jared takes pranks too far
Word Count: 1426
Warnings: Panic of assault that turns out to be a prank, angry!jensen, protective!jensen, very light/brief female masturbation
Love In An Elevator
Summary: While the fans wait for Jensen to arrive on stage, [Y/N] refuses to wait any longer
Word Count: 870
Warnings: Swearing, teasing, dirty talk, fingering
When 3 Become 1
Summary: Two friends share their lover in harmony
Word Count: 1459
Warnings: Cockles, swearing, threesome, hand job, oral (female receiving), anal penetration
Birthday Girl - Part 1 | Part 2
Summary: Will [Y/N] ask Jensen for Dean Winchester as her birthday present?
Word Count: 3000 | 6169
Warnings: Fluff, daddy ackles (parent not sir), banter, swearing, teasing, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, fingering, oral (f), blowjob, almost getting caught, roleplaying, edging, unprotected sex, squirting
Daddy’s In Trouble
Summary: Jensen’s in trouble after letting the kids watch Hocus Pocus before bed time
Word Count: 2793
Warnings: Daddy ackles (father not sir), swearing, hand job, female masturbation, unprotected sex, sub!jensen, restrained
Daddy Ackles To The Rescue
Summary: [Y/N]s having a difficult morning in the Ackles household, but Jensen’s always there to help
Word Count: 1358
Warnings: Fluff, daddy ackles (parent not sir), mentions of anxiety and panic attacks
Snow Day
Summary: A kid free morning causes Jensen and [Y/N] to try something new
Word Count: 6021
Warnings: Fluff, feeling down, swearing, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, fingering, the softest sweetest sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, sub!jensen, dom!jensen
Three Months - Part 1 | Part 2
Summary: It’s been three months since [Y/N] has seen her husband
Word Count: 3141 | 7043
Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, fluff, daddy ackles (parent not sir), swearing, angst, blowjob, rough sex, sub!jensen, mentions of weight loss, self harm, being used sexually and choking, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex
Ass Guy, Ass Girl
Summary: Jensen finds out something about his coworker
Word Count: 74
Warnings: Reader is bi
Cookies
Sumamry: Jensen may have been sculpted by the gods, but he is just a mortal man
Word Count: 406
Warnings: Jensen being a dude and gross, crack, swearing
Two Plus One Is Three
Summary: Jensen finds out he’s going to be a dad for the first time
Word Count: 613
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of smut, pregnancy announcement
Mommys Boy, Daddys Girl & Big Sis
Summary: Sometimes you just wish the kids weren’t around
Word Count: 683
Warnings: Fluff, light teasing, daddy ackles (parent not sir)
Boundaries
Summary: The longer you’re with someone the less that isn’t shared
Word Count: 527
Warnings: Crack, swearing, mentions of sex
Thank God It’s Friday
Summary: Jensen helps [Y/N] relax after a long day at work
Word Count: 5754
Warnings: Nsfw
Dream Come True
Summary: When [Y/N]’s long term partner offers her a once in a lifetime opportunity to sleep with the man of her dreams, she has to take it
Word Count: 3589
Warnings: Swearing, Scottish slang, alcohol consumption, tiny bit of dirty talk, slight bit of anxiety
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Take Me to the Moon
Word Count: 1.3k
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: This is me trying to force a little creative inspiration.
Meeting a mysterious piano player at the bar you’ve gone to spend alone on your birthday? Best night ever.
Drinking alone was something you did often. Wasn’t always alcohol, though.
You did everything alone.
You hadn’t had a ‘person’ in years, and your best friend lived on the other side of the world, so you didn’t really have anybody to enjoy a night out with. But, you took her advice, and went out anyway.
It was your birthday after all.
You took a sip of the wine the small bar offered you - on the house - and closed your eyes, listening to the rich melody flowing from the piano a little behind you. You felt the music in your bones. You really loved the piano. You learned to play a little as a teenager but hadn’t ventured into it since you thought your small hands were a little hindering in pursuing it. You recognised the song, and sat there with your eyes closed, softly singing the song to yourself. Although the mystery player wasn’t singing it, you were familiar enough with the tune.
I lost grip of who I am
And I don’t know where I’m heading
I thought I knew it all
But I’m just second guessing
You could feel yourself swaying to the soft tune, warmth growing in your belly, so you were quite startled when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see a waiter leaning over and smiling. “The gentleman at the piano asked you to join him.”
“Wha-”
“He heard you sing,” was all he said before he wandered off.
Figuring the song was already half over, and maybe he wanted to hear you sing more, you grabbed your champagne and quickly trotted over to the piano, perching beside him, but not daring to look him in the eye. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him.
“I can’t look at you because I don’t normally sing for everybody but if you want to hear me sing while you play, I gotta face this way, I just-”
“It’s fine, sweetheart,” his deep voice drawled. “Go ahead.”
The champagne was your liquid courage, so you downed it and placed it on the floor, taking a deep breath and tapping your hands nervously on your knees.
“So take me to the moon, or take me to the stars,
I don’t really care, just take me far,
Far away from here, somewhere I belong,
Cause I don’t feel at home here anymore.”
You leaned a little closer to the warm body beside you, eyes closed. The next verse had the talented piano player joining you in the last verse.
“Just take me as I am, as a lost and broken soul,
Oh what else can I say, when my home don’t feel like home.”
The sudden deafening silence that filled the room as the piano stopped, the soft resonation of the damper almost pounding in your ears as your cheeks heated up from what you’d just done.
You just sang with a complete stranger. Jesus christ.
“Well, I can’t say this is how I pictured my night turning out,” you said, leaning back a little but keeping your eyes closed.
“And why is that? What did you picture about tonight?” The stranger asked. There was something oddly soothing about his voice that made you smile.
“I pictured the entire night alone like it always is, but with extra pizzazz cause it’s my birthday,” you chuckled.
“Happy birthday,” the man said. “I hope I was able to improve it for you.”
You nodded. “You did, thank you. But… why did you want me to join you? Couldn’t you hear me just fine five feet away?” A soft giggle escaped your lips.
You could feel his body shake as he chuckled. “I wanted to hear it closer, is that a crime?”
“Nope, not at all.”
With your eyes closed, everything was heightened. Your thigh was hot as it rubbed against his, and his voice was almost reverberating through your body.
“You have a nice voice, not too much, just soft and pretty,” he said. “Better than mine.”
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you let out a scoff. “Let me hear it, then.”
“No way,” he said, a little louder this time. Your ears perked up, something about his voice suddenly sounding familiar.
You had an idea. “Well, my eyes are closed. Sing a song and see if I can guess it.”
“What would that have to do with your eyes being closed?”
“Gotta keep an air of mystery to this whole thing.”
“Whole thing?” He pondered, chuckling again.
“Yeah, this mysterious guy who asked me to sing with him just a few minutes ago. I don’t know what you look like. And I don’t even know if you know what I look like, I’m keeping it…”
“Mysterious,” he finished for you.
“Exactly!”
“Fine. With or without piano?”
You tossed your head side to side as though you were physically pondering the two. “Without.”
You barely caught him cursing under his breath, and the soft ‘shit’ had you biting your lip in anticipation.
But the song he chose to sing was one you were very familiar with, and the immediate heat that rushed through your body and made you shiver once you realised whose voice belonged to the body beside you. You were cautious, though, and waited a few moments for him to stop singing, wondering maybe you were wrong and he just had a very similar voice.
Face down in the desert now there's a cage locked around my heart
I found a way to drop the keys where my failures were
Now my hands can't reach that far
Swallowing hard, you opened your eyes, but remained staring ahead of you.
“Need to breathe,” you said, finding irony in the band name and your heart now pounding hard in your chest. You struggled to take another breath.
“Correct,” he whispered. “Good song.”
You nodded, not daring to move.
“You alright?”
“I’m dandy,” you lied.
You felt the man, no longer totally mysterious, move beside you, and you could practically feel his eyes on you. “Why won’t you look at me?” His voice was strained.
“Keeping the mystery,” you said in a weak voice, biting your lip.
“I have a feeling that’s not the whole truth.”
“Oh yeah?��
“Yeah.”
What are the odds that a celebrity of all people would be at a no-town bar like this? What are the odds that he would be here on your birthday? What are the odds that he’d be playing piano after a long day and liked your voice enough to want to hear more of it?
Endless questions were swirling inside your head and making your head spin, so you closed your eyes again and leaned back against the piano, scoffing as your back hit a few keys on the way down.
“I think I know who you are and I’m not gonna lie,” you started, gnawing at your lip. You could feel it swelling a little from all the attention from your teeth. “I’m nervous.”
“Why nervous? I’m just a regular guy,” he said, and placed a hand gently on your knee, leaving it there. “Was travelling through, figured I’d grab a bite to eat and enjoy a drink in solitude. Found this piano, thought to myself… hey, I haven’t played in a while, I’ll have a crack. And low and behold, first song in, this beautiful girl with this angelic voice started singing. I had to introduce myself, but poor thing was so nervous she refused to look at me. So I, like a gentleman, went along with it. For a little bit. But the air of mystery is driving me mad, sweetheart, and I need you to look at me.” The last few words that left his mouth came out harder, almost like an order, causing your heart to skip a beat.
Your eyes opened of their own accord, then, and you were met with beautiful green eyes and a freckled face, like a star had exploded on his face, staring back at you in wonder.
“There you are,” he whispered, reaching up with the hand that was just on your knee, to brush your hair behind your ear.
“Jensen.”
“Y/N.”
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Jensen Ackles
Taste of the Divine
M+ rating but just steamy dancing.
You meet Jensen at a club in the city away from home, while he’s on stopover to Sydney. You hit it off, and dance together, creating a night you’ll never forget.
Take Me to the Moon
Fluff
Meeting a mysterious piano player at the bar you’ve gone to spend alone on your birthday? Best night ever.
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Get Him to the Con - Part 6
Pairing: Jensen × Reader
Word Count: About 7600
Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Warnings: Language, Mutual Pining, A very mild jalapeno pepper in the beginning
Although this is an RPF, it is a character I created and should not reflect back IRL. I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as coping skill. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!
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Sunlight filtered into the room through sheer curtains blowing in the gentle breeze. Birds chirped outside, greeting the day with a chorus of melodies. A peaceful sigh brushed the back of your neck. An arm wrapped around you, holding you close to the solid form behind you. A hand bordered on the edge of your shirt that must have ridden up during the night. Another grazed the back of your bare thigh, and another pressed hard against your ass. A soft moan escaped past your lips as you pressed further into it. You would have been content to stay here forever. Wait! Your eyes shot wide open. That was one too many hands.
You jolted from bed, now fully awake. Jensen grumbled but rolled over to the other side, not ready yet to face the day. Thankfully, it gave you enough time to get your shit together. Where were your pajama bottoms? You were a notorious chronic stripper. Always starting the night off with too many layers because you were cold, but as you started to warm up, thus commenced the unconscious removal of layers. It didn’t help that Jensen was hot. Like, temperature-wise. The guy was a fucking furnace. You weren’t concerned last night about it because you thought you’d be too anxious to sleep at all. Turns out you were so very wrong. Hopefully, he hadn’t noticed.
Jensen sniffed, and the sheets rustled as he turned onto his back. The bedding became tented near the area you had believed was his third hand. Change of plans. You abandoned looking for your missing pajamas and opted for jeans and a sweatshirt. After a quick trip to the bathroom, you left on a mission to find breakfast and coffee, sure Jensen would appreciate the privacy to tackle the obvious, albeit impressive, situation on his own.
The town was bigger than Lebanon, but not by much. At least it was walkable. The downtown had one restaurant but didn’t open until eleven. Traffic was busy on the main stretch of the road, filled with trucks, semis, and livestock trailers. Tires squelched through puddles and mud. Across the way, loud mariachi music called travelers to a pop-up tent where there was a line of hungry patrons waiting. An intoxicating aroma of spices broke through the smell of cattle. You eagerly went to join the queue.
Forty minutes of walking, waiting in line, and waiting for food seemed like an appropriate amount of time to give Jensen. On the way back, to Anthony’s credit, you did peek into one of the empty rooms, which was completely stripped of wallpaper, carpet, and wood paneling. The furniture was pushed to one corner and covered with a plastic tarp. You knocked on your motel door. Jensen answered, having changed into black jeans and a Family Business t-shirt tie-dyed with bleach. His hair looked so soft, still free of product. It was the most unkempt you’d seen him, yet you craved to see more of his natural state. How he would appear on a lazy Saturday morning with no one to impress.
It was another morning with more uncertainty of how to start the day, of what to say, of what to address. Both of you stood there frozen in time, staring at each other. Though the storm had broke last night, a new one began to brew in the spaces between. There was a need to feel clouds clash against each other, to feel the shake of thunder, to watch lightning flash in each other’s eyes. It wasn’t only you who felt the flush of heat; Jensen’s cheeks visibly reddened, lost in the memory of a dream, wishing it had been reality. At any moment, the clouds would break, and the floodgates would release. Thankfully, you had the perfect solution.
“Breakfast burrito?” You held up the heavy paper bag as a barrier between the two of you. “I didn’t know what kind you would want, so I got one of each. There’s eggs and potatoes, eggs and chorizo, veggies…”
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Jensen had taken the entire leg of the journey yesterday, so you insisted on starting the drive today. You rushed through, getting ready and eating breakfast, eager to leave the creepy motel behind. There was a minor traffic jam on 36, but it lasted only twenty minutes, and you were flying down the road once more.
Jensen finished his last sip of coffee. “Didn’t we listen to Led Zeppelin all of Thursday?”
You gasped. “This is Greta Van Fleet, you uncultured swine.”
It took him a second, but he got there. “Did you just insult me with a line from Toy Story?”
“It’s a good line.” You defended, “Why reinvent the wheel?”
“Uncultured,” He scoffed. “I’m not the one listening to a cheap knock-off.”
You continued the playful banter. “You sound exactly like all those cake-eaters on Reddit whose only knowledge of musical theory stemmed from listening to Entry of the Gladiators too many times at clown school. I enjoy it so I’m going to listen to it. Fuck the pretentious haters.”
Jensen chuckled silently, shaking his shoulders. “You’ve been holding that in for a while.”
You nodded your confirmation.
“Entry of the Gladiators?” He asked for clarification.
You used a series of “da da das” to sound out the melody of the iconic circus theme music.
“Ah, of course,” He recognized it not even halfway into the first stanza. “Who wouldn’t know that had a title other than ‘circus music?’ Clown school,” He chuckled again. “I’m going have to steal that line for future use.”
“It’s going to cost ya.” You warned.
“What’s the price?” He questioned.
You took your eyes off the road, studying his face. His finger was brushing against his lower lip as if offering them up freely as compensation. A wave of anticipation coursed throughout your body, landing in your toes. As you leaned closer, testing if he would meet you, you chickened out instead and adjusted the volume before focusing back on the road.
“The price is your admission that this is actually a decent song and that you’re somewhat intrigued.” You settled.
Jensen had not yet pulled away from leaning in. “Oh, I’m intrigued, alright.” He admitted but was talking about an entirely unrelated matter.
It was not even two hours once you hit the Colorado border, but this entire trip had felt like a lifetime of trying to reach an unknown destination that was finally in sight. The wooden sign read ‘Welcome to Colorful Colorado.’ The car slowed to a stop on the road’s shoulder.
“Come on,” Jensen complained. “We’ve already taken a hundred pictures this trip.”
But you were already halfway out of the car, bounding into the tall grass and wildflowers to get closer to the sign. “We’ve taken three!”
“Be careful!” He warned. “You’re going to get bit by a rattlesnake or infested with ticks.”
“Well then, you better come over here and protect me. I'm sure a big, strong Texan such as yourself ain't afraid of no rattlesnake."
The grass swished against his calves as he came closer.
“As for the ticks,” You continued, bravery rising up. “We’ll have to turn on some country music and see what Brad Paisley advises for those.”
He raised his arm above his head, leaned against the wooden post, and looked down at you. The intensity of his gaze normally would have made you turn and run or, at the very least, create a distraction to diffuse the tension. Instead, you stepped closer, a whisper away from him. The sun shone through the gap between.
Gravel and tires met as another car slowed, pulling off the road behind yours. Three girls piled out of the car, laughing and squealing at each other. Fuck. You stepped away from him.
“Hey,” One of the girls called. “We’ll take your photo if you take ours!”
“So it begins,” Jensen mumbled under his breath.
You didn’t understand why until they stepped closer. You raised your hand to shield the sun from your eyes. One girl was dressed in a plaid flannel shirt over a black tank, the anti-possession tattooed on their chest, one in a shirt that had the side profile of the Impala that read ‘The Winchester Brothers’ like it was an advertisement, the third’s shirt was just Jensen’s face everywhere in the style of a 90’s album cover.
The shock of realization crossed their faces slowly and then all at once.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” One repeated over and over while simultaneously hitting her friend’s shoulder.
The one subject to the abuse just stood there, mouth hanging open as if her brain was having trouble computing the reality of the event. The third gulped, wide-eyed, and turned a hundred and eighty degrees walking back to the car.
You snickered and whispered to Jensen, “Fight, flight, freeze.”
He snorted but then recomposed himself, calling over to them. “Y’all don’t happen to be traveling to Denver for a certain convention now, are ya?”
“Oh my god,” The fighter repeated again. “I told you it was going to be worth it.” She pulled the fleeing friend by her collar back to the group. “I told you!” She then directed to Jensen, “We’re huge fans of the show.”
“Yeah?” He chuckled as if the shirts didn't give it away.
The frozen one thawed. “Were you in Lebanon, like literally yesterday!?!”
“Sure was.” He said. “Did you see my note?”
Two of them squealed while the other said, “We must have been like an hour or two behind you.”
“Well, we are all here now. Should we get a picture or something?” He suggested.
“Oh my gosh! Yes, Please!” The one in the Impala shirt gushed.
You offered to take the photo, and as you were receiving instructions, one of them asked you, “So, are you like his… cousin? Assistant?”
Jensen was yacking it up with the other two girls. You looked him up and down, not sure what to define it as. Caught somewhere in between. Wondering if it would cement into something more. But then it hit you. This road trip was almost over. You were leaving him by the end of the day. You’d go back to your life and he to his. Who knew the next time you’d be able to see each other, let alone work on a relationship? If that’s even what he wanted. Was it what you wanted? Honestly, the guy might be looking for a quick fling. Again, was that something you wanted? Jensen felt your gaze and met it; his lips pressed together. Your brain spun from overthinking.
“Friends,” You sputtered out. “We’re just friends.”
Relief radiated from the girl, but you were more focused on Jensen, wondering if that sigh was a hint of disappointment. But god dammit! If he wanted something more, he was going to have to be the one to bring it up! Several pictures later of the group and singles, Jensen realized he needed to take control of the situation, or he’d never leave.
“Alright, alright.” He attempted to settle them. “I didn’t do my hair today, but one of those has to be decent, and there’s a dinner I gotta catch tonight.” He looked at his watch to sell that he was running behind.
They thanked him profusely, trying to draw out the moment as much as possible.
“Actually, can you get one real quick of me and… my friend… before we head out.” He asked.
Oooh. Was that as intentionally backhanded as it felt?
“Get over here.” He impatiently waved you over. “Wait, actually, do you have your phone? I think I left mine in the car.”
You nodded and handed it over to one of the girls, knowing fully well that his phone was in his back pocket; he just had the common sense not to hand his phone over to random fans. (Unless he was very drunk per your first encounter). Although you had been the initial one to want a photo, now that you had an audience, you didn’t know how to act. One of the girls had her phone out as well, possibly recording the interaction. You stood next to his side with your body angled towards him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. The girl with your phone counted down before snapping a pic.
“No, no, no.” Jensen complained and reset. “This feels too photo op-y.” He adjusted his jeans as he squatted down. “Hop up.”
“What? Jensen!” You protested.
“Don’t ‘What, Jensen’ me.” He argued. “You did it yesterday, and it was cute, and I’d like a picture.” He tried to encourage you with the wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t get all shy on me now. One way or another, I’m getting you in the air for a picture, whether willingly or over the shoulder with just your ass in the frame, which I wouldn’t complain….”
“Fine, fine.” You chuckled as you gave in to his demand.
His knees popped as he lifted you quickly, and you bounced in the air.
“Gentle,” You scolded. “I’m not paying for your knee replacement surgery.”
“Smart ass.” He bit his lower lip and pinched the underside of your thigh.
You shrieked with laughter, and Jensen turned to look up at you.
“Oh, that is adorable.” The girl called, taking a few candid shots.
“Just friends?” Another mumbled though the two of you were not privy to the conversation.
The third agreed. “How much you wanna bet he’s going to make an announcement tomorrow he’s off the market?”
“I’m not betting on a hand already lost.”
After several more moments of thanks and prolonging the experience, you finally made to part ways. You and Jensen sat in the rental. As you waited for the girls to take off, Jensen saying something about not wanting to be followed the whole way to Denver, you played with the filters on the photos and sent the best ones to Jensen. He then added the one of him next to the sign in Lebanon to Instagram. Later as he was driving down the freeway, you read the whole thing: If there was one word to describe this year so far, that word would be unexpected. The start was unexpectedly filled with chaos and turmoil, as most of you know, though maybe I should have seen it coming. But these last few months have taught me unexpected isn’t always a bad thing. It can come in the form of unexpected kindness from strangers, unexpected friendships, unexpected journeys, unexpected mysteries, and unexpected healing. All of which has led me spontaneously and unexpectedly back home. Oh, home, let me come home.
Though he had driven all of yesterday and you only had a couple of hours in today, he insisted on seeing you through to Denver. Though he teased you over your deplorable and sometimes downright terrifying driving, you thought it was really because he wanted to reinforce the driver picks the music rule. (You weren’t ‘that’ bad of a driver). It was sole stubbornness that kept him from admitting he liked Greta Van Fleet or confusing them for Zeppelin in the first place. Instead, he went for an indie playlist of his featuring bands like Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros, The Flaming Lips, and Beach House.
The drive continued ever onward, and though Colorado did have some rolling hills, the bare wasteland and fields you had become accustomed to over the past few days drew you to the brink of insanity.
“Hey, Jensen.” You said.
“Yeah?”
“Clouds or Mountains?”
He thought on it for a second. “Clouds.”
Sure enough, he was right.
A half-hour, he prompted you. “Hey, Y/N.”
You only humphed a response.
“Clouds or mountains?”
“Clouds,” you grumbled.
A few minutes later and a new shape emerged on the horizon.
He asked again, “Clouds or mountains.”
You whined again. “Clouds.” And sighed a deep sigh before quoting, “I want to see mountains again. Mountains Gandalf! And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book.”
Jensen chuckled. “I always forget how big of a nerd you are. We should watch those movies together sometime.”
“Yeah, we should!” You concurred. “We can marathon them and have a hobbit day where we follow the meal schedule and everything. Breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, luncheon….” You listed off. “Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon,” You impersonated a few more quotes. “Malt beer, ripe meat of the bone.”
His stomach grumbled. “Ah, man, I'm hungry just thinking about it.”
“How?” You giggled. “You had three breakfast burritos.”
“Two and a half.” He defended.
“Hold on,” You said before unclicking your seatbelt and shuffling to the back. “What do you want?”
His tongue flashed over his bottom lip. After his dreams last night, you were the only snack he was concerned with. God, how he wished he had a few more days. Perhaps canceling on the con so you could keep driving wouldn’t be such a bad idea. You could just keep heading to Vancouver. He’d make it to set on time. Most likely. Okay, if he was able to have his way with you two days late, but it would be so worth it.
You reoriented yourself in the front with your stash. “Goldfish, Pringles, and we still have a few pretzels.”
He was going to make his move tonight. He didn’t want to wait any longer. He was ready to take things to the next step. He was glad to have you as a friend, but he wanted more. From the moment you slid in next to him all those months ago at the brewery, he knew he was a fucking goner. Sure, at that time, he was as drunk as Jimmy Buffet in Margaritaville, but that instinct hadn’t lied to him. It held and only grew. It had taken him these past months and this road trip to build up this decision, to finally have the courage to act on it. He just wasn’t quite sure how to initiate it yet.
“Hey,” You called him from his thoughts. “You gotta help me with these. I really only want to take the granola and trail mix up with me to Estes Park.”
His heart immediately sank. Maybe he didn’t understand or hear you right. “Estes Park?”
“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I actually got an unbelievable deal at the Stanley Hotel. You know, Stephen King’s inspiration for The Shining. Like such a good deal, the ghosts may be luring me there. So I may call you in a panic tonight and probably should get some salt on the way up. Oh man, how awesome would it be if you and Jared stayed there and made a little ghost hunter special? But I figured you’d be busy with the con all weekend, and we wouldn’t get to see each other much anyways, so I might as well make the most of being out in Colorado and hike the Rockies while I’m out here.” You rambled.
“Right.” His heart stayed in his stomach, remembering your early conversation about what you told your friends, not realizing it was a partial truth to them. “Cause how else are you going to have your meet-cute with some handsome lumberjack unless you trip over his fallen log?”
He meant it as a joke, but disappointment twisted inside you. So the kiss had been a fluke, and this morning was just a natural reaction. He wasn’t interested. It made sense. More so than what you had thought.
“Exactly.” You said.
Friends. You thought. Just friends, he thought, and his cheeks flushed. Simultaneously, you both swallowed a lump in your throat. The ride from there on was quiet. There was an obvious tension in the air. Not like the storm waiting to break as was before. No, this was more like when your grandfather brought up politics on Thanksgiving. At least you had other rooms to escape to then.
You played on your phone a bit, tried, and failed to read. The motion of the car and focusing on the stationary words was too much for your brain to process. Jensen seemed lost in thought. Like he wanted to say something but never was able to work it out. Maybe if you could tell him how you were feeling. Just let it all out. That you didn’t know how much longer you could handle the ‘just friends’ thing. It was pretty easy when thousands of miles separated you, but being so close together, it was near impossible to deny your emotions. At any moment, they could explode out of you. But you didn’t want to risk it. Didn’t want to make a mistake and lose him altogether.
“Hey, Y/N?” Jensen pulled you from your thoughts.
“Yeah?” You responded hopeful.
“Clouds or mountains?”
It was not what you wanted to hear, but at least some of the tension had lifted. You squinted and took in the hazy purple shape in the distance. After a few moments of analysis, your eyes widened. You softly and repeatedly slapped his shoulder in excitement.
“That’s a fucking mountain bitch!” You squealed in delight.
He laughed boisterously.
“We made it!” You proclaimed.
Jensen slipped into a British accent in an attempt to impersonate David Attenborough. But it came out more gentler, more breathy, and a higher pitch than his usual deep voice.
“After years of endless searching, the pair of travelers laid eyes upon their destination. The high peaks of the mountains are a stark contrast to the flat sea of plains they had battled tirelessly through.”
You melted, and a high whine sounded in the back of your throat. Jensen glanced at you and bit his lower lip as you quickly recomposed yourself. It was such a sweet and delicate noise. He wanted more.
“Little did they realize, the end of the great migration is only the beginning. The female will depart from the male to venture further into the hills, gathering resources for the nest. All the while, the male will be left defenseless against hoards of a terrifying new threat. Fangirls. If either of them survives the next perilous chapter, it will be nothing short of a miracle.”
He was unsuccessful at coaxing another whimper from you, but your giggle was just as pleasurable.
“Oh my god,” You chastised him with a chuckle. “You’ll be fine. You secretly feed off the praise and attention even though you act like a complete grump.”
“And what about you?” He asked. “I know you packed an entire walk-in closet, but do you have bear spray?”
“Bear spray?” You furrowed your brow.
He rolled his eyes at your lack of unpreparedness. “What about water? Do you have a camel pack?”
“I’m sure my water bottle will be just fine.”
He scoffed. “First aid? Gauze if you get a cut or need to make a splint?”
“Jensen,” You stopped him. “I’m going on popular trails part of the National Parks Service. If I run into any trouble, I’m sure there will be plenty of people around to help. If not a handsome lumberjack, perhaps a park ranger.” You added for the spite of it.
He clenched his jaw, trying his hardest to ignore the jab. “No, we are stopping at an Arc’teryx or, or Patagonia or something. Make sure you have all you need.”
Was he panicking? “Jensen,” You said his name again, hoping to ground him. “I have everything I need. I’ll be fine. I’ve hiked before. There lot’s of places back home.”
“But this is, like, the actual mountains.” He continued to argue. “Wild terrain, no cell service, bears, cougars…”
Your laugh cut him off. “I think you should be more worried about cougars this weekend than me.”
"This is serious, Y/N." He groaned.
"I'll be fine. I promise." You affirmed.
"Will you…" He started. He didn't want to be overbearing, and he knew you were fiercely capable and independent, but anxiety was getting the best of him. "Will you just text in the morning and when you make it back, so I know you're okay?"
"I'm sure you'll hardly be able to check your phone, but yes, I'll text you." You agreed.
"And take lots of pictures, so I can live vicariously through you." He added.
“Deal!”
The last leg of the journey remained quiet and calm, Jensen’s indie playlist providing a soft ambiance, even as the skyline grew heavier with angular earth jutting into the heavens. Even as Denver grew from a speck reflection of sunlight to a concrete jungle, neither of you could think of what to say. Your gold necklace glinted in the side view mirror, and the orange sun streaked across your face.
You had arranged with a rental company to come meet you at the hotel where the convention was taking place. That way, Jensen would still have a car, though you figured he may have a driver for the event itself. For the first time in this journey, an active map with actual directions had been pulled up to navigate the way through the city. Though now you were wishing you had encouraged his earlier plan to keep heading west. As the minutes counted down to arrival, your hearts grew evermore tender knowing soon they’d be parted.
Jensen pulled into a roundabout, a fountain in its center flowing into a garden of roses, through the archway leading to the hotel entrance. He put the car in park, but the engine ran idle. Both of you stared directly ahead, not quite believing the trip where time stood still was finally over.
An intrusive vibrating buzzed into the quiet. You looked down at your phone, notifying you the pick-up was here, as a black Malibu drove under the awning next to you.
“That’s my ride.” You said defeated.
Jensen nodded, and as the trunk behind you popped open, his door creaked as he exited the vehicle. You studied the lines in your hands as they lay in your lap, wondering if they held any insight into your fortune. If you could read them, perhaps they could guide you forward. But all you could do was sit with that same feeling as the morning you first left him. The trunk next to you slammed shut, signaling it was time to go. You scrambled out of the car but froze, facing Jensen, trying to discern the look on his face, not knowing it mirrored yours.
“Well…” He bumped his fists together. “This is it.”
“Yeah.” You agreed.
“Be safe.”
You let out a half-hearted laugh. “You too.”
Jensen pounced. It happened so fast your brain couldn’t process it until it had already happened. His lips worked hard against yours as you met his claiming pace. One hand wrapped around your waist, pressing you against his hard frame. The other wound around the back of your neck, leaving no room for escape. Your fists clenched the fabric of his shirt with such strength at any moment, it could tear. Gravity had no hold here as it felt like you were floating far above the atmosphere. Harsh clashes drew out into savoring breaths, and when you finally pulled apart, you found you were out of air entirely.
You looked up at him, your noses nearly grazing.
Ask me to stay, your eyes pleaded.
Please, stay. His heart begged.
Someone nearby cleared their throat, and you took a step back, color flooding your cheeks. Yet, still, there were no words to say to each other.
The Enterprise driver rolled down their window. “Lady, I got a schedule to run.”
“Right, of course,” You snapped back to reality as time and gravity came rushing back with an oppressive force.
Jensen rubbed his lower lip as if waking up trying to remember a dream.
“Thank you?” It came out as a question.
You didn’t know what you were thanking him for. The kiss, driving, paying for the hotels, maybe everything. Had you ever thanked someone after they kissed you? More people were around the entrance now; some under the awning, some looking through the glass windows of the lobby, and more than one had their phones out. Your chest began to tighten, and your vision blurred. Your mind grew evermore blank the harder you fished for something else to say.
His brow creased, and he tilted his head slightly. “You’re welcome?”
A high voice called his name, followed by another, and then a tank of a man came barreling over, mumbling to Jensen the need to check his phone more frequently. That he wasn’t about to have another Nashville on his hands. Without another word, you got into the car and drove away. Jensen’s eyes stayed fixed on you until the car was out of view.
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The view on the way to Estes Park should have been stunning, breathtaking, and spectacular, but you were two-for-two. Two-for-two on leaving Jensen at a hotel and crying on your way to your next destination. And it was stupid. You shouldn’t be crying. You should be elated. It probably had something to do with tuning into a radio station playing that dreaded Neil Diamond song you couldn’t seem to escape.
He kissed you. Like, kissed you, kissed you. There was no mistaking it this time. Yet, he didn’t ask you to stay. He didn’t say anything. You knew what you wanted at this point. You wanted him. You wanted to try and make some sort of relationship work despite the distance, despite his status, despite everything. But you were going to leave it in his hands. He had to decide what he wanted and then fucking communicate it to you. With actual words, though, the lips had been enjoyable.
You chewed on your thumb, thinking things over. Maybe you should turn around and head back. Give him an opportunity to actually say what he was thinking. But then again, he was going to be so busy this weekend that you wouldn’t have time with him anyways. No. You were staying the course. You were a brave, independent woman and didn’t need to be hung up about some guy. When you booked this trip, you wanted to see ghosts at The Stanley and you wanted to see the mountains. So by god, that was what you were going to do. If he had anything to say, he could come find you.
The Stanley was impressive, to say the least. It had a glamor to it, feeling as if it stood still in a bygone era. The ghost tour was fun and spooky, and you even managed to catch an orb on camera, despite the rule, ‘no videos allowed.’ Though it felt lonely. You kept thinking of quick remarks to say to Jensen or feeling the same chill down your spine or how he’d undoubtedly say your orb was just a spec of dust yet secretly keep a box of salt close by that night.
Sleep was impossible. It wasn’t the scratching on walls or the footsteps above, even though you were on the top floor, or the swinging chandelier. It was the fact that he hadn’t called or texted. And yes, despite your horrible cell reception on the road trip here, you did, in fact, pay for cellular service. And it seemed to working just fine as you reconnected with friends and family ensuring them you arrived to Colorado in one piece.
You don’t kiss someone like that and not follow up! You buried your head under a pillow. You also don’t kiss someone like that and thank them. What had you been thinking? You weren’t thinking that was the problem. Possibly even had a panic attack given by the growing crowd. No wonder he hadn’t called you. What was he supposed to think? You tried to rationalize the thought process. You had shown gratitude towards the action, thus indicating you appreciated the gesture. But even you didn’t buy that.
An icy caress crept up your spine, sending shivers throughout your body, and you reached your breaking point.
You shot straight up. “Can’t you tell I am being haunted enough by my own idiocy!” Perhaps it was your own imagination, but the creaking floorboards seemed to settle, and warmth flooded back. “Thank you!”
You laid back down and pulled your phone out, staring at his number, the photos being the last thing you sent. You had to put a feeler out there.
‘Thanks again for an amazing trip! If you’re looking for a buddy on your next road trip, let me know. And don’t worry, the ghosts here are all bark, though I can’t say the same for those in room 217.’
You slammed your phone on the one-night stand and prayed sleep would find you.
Morning came quickly, too quickly. Your alarm cheerfully chimed you awake though you did not meet it with the same attitude. After hitting snooze twice, you regretted your decision to wake up early and beat the crowds. The sheets crinkled as you reached over, searching for Jensen, only to remember he wasn’t there. The realization was enough to get you moving instead of what you really wanted, opting for a lazy morning in bed with him.
Though it had been a struggle to pry yourself free from the bed, it had been the right call. Prime parking was still available at the head of the trail, which was starting to fill in even at this ungodly hour. The trail up to the Sky Pond was going to be a long one but worth it, or so you kept telling yourself. You double-checked your supplies, ensuring you had enough water, food, and a compass. To Jensen’s credit, you probably could have been more prepared, but you also didn’t want to be weighed down. You snapped a few pictures of the map at the start of the trail, just in case. It would all be fine.
Two hours into the hike and you had convinced yourself you made the right call. The landscape and views were astonishingly serene. There was peace and euphoria blowing like wind through branches, rushing like rapids of a river, sweetly singing like birds in the breeze, gasping like the lack of air in your lungs, dripping like the sweat on your brow. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but you just needed a second wind. It would be worth it, you repeated. And you were only thinking about Jensen every 500 feet or so. Progress. You had already passed Alberta Falls, and it had been spectacular. There was something healing about the sound of water. There was more to come, and it would be worth it, repeating the mantra of the day.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, so too did the heat of the day. Conserving water throughout the hike was essential, but staying hydrated was just as important. You guzzled down another few sips. As you rounded a bend, you hesitated, seeing the ascent. The backpack bearing weight on your shoulders grew heavier, and you adjusted the straps. Your breaths deepened, and a few crude words muttered from your lips as you prepared for the climb. If Nesta could do it, so could you.
Your legs shook as you started, already weary from the elevation gain. You wondered what it would be like at the convention right now. Would you be hanging out with Jensen? Meeting his friends and coworkers? Or would you just be milling about, waiting for the day to be over? Probably the latter. He had asked you to text in the morning, but he hadn’t even responded to your message last night. He was probably too busy with the day. Or just as confused about the kiss as you. The first time it happened, you didn’t talk about it, so why would now be any different? Whatever the situation, you bet if you were still in Denver, it would include air conditioning, less sweat, and the opportunity to read. But you could read at the lake and cool your feet off. If you ever got there. The mental games were becoming as big of a hurdle as the physical limits.
You were too in your head that when you hit the next rock, your foot missed it entirely. Landing on the step below, your foot slipped out from under you, and you came crashing down on your hip with a big thud.
“Fuck!” You cursed and then hissed through your teeth.
“Woah!” A voice called in the distance, and the sound of heavy boots beat against the rocky steps. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
You braced yourself to get up and were met with a helping hand. The green pants and khaki shirt were a dead giveaway for a park ranger. He was tall and broad with dark brown curls and soft whiskey eyes. His skin was darkened from days in the sun. And unlike you, he was barely breaking a sweat.
“Yeah.” You winced as he helped pull you up. “Wasn’t watching my step.”
“At least you can stand.” He said, “But let’s take a look anyways.” He crouched down beside you. “A few scrapes and you’ll definitely have a bruise. Can you twist your ankle?” You did as he instructed. “Bend the knee.”
You looked down as he tenderly applied pressure to certain areas. You confirmed the scrapes from the few bright red streaks traveling down your calve and brushed at the dirt that ran your whole length.
“All looks to be in working order.” He assessed, brushed off his hands, and started digging through his pack. “I have acetaminophen.”
“That would be wonderful, thank you.” You gladly accepted it and washed it down with water.
“Here.” He took his water bottle and ran it down your leg, clearing the cuts of debris. “You’ll want to clean that better once you’re finished for the day, but you should be fine until then. Where are you hiking up to?” He asked.
“Sky pond.”
“Ah, me too, actually.” He took his hat off to fan himself and ran his hand through his bouncy curls. “Someone has been messing with the trail cams up there, and I gotta reset them. Mind if I join you?” Maybe it was because you pursed your lips, he quickly added. “If not, I’ll hang back for a while and create some distance. It’s so peaceful out here I wouldn’t want to ruin…”
“No. It’s cool, we can hike together. Though I’m probably slower than you’re used to.” You said.
“Oh, I love a leisurely pace. So much to take in. Maybe even catch sight of the bear I keep hearing about.”
“Bears?” You raised your brows. “Yeah, you can definitely stick around.”
As you hiked onward, you learned a little about each other. Where each other were from, family, careers, hobbies. He moved out from Maine recently, but being stationed in the Rockies had always been a dream of his. The ascent finally leveled out a bit, and you were able to catch your breath.
“You have a partner back home?” He asked.
You chuckled.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… complicated.” You explained.
“Hold that thought.” He said. “There’s an excellent view back here most people don’t know about.”
He started in through the woods.
“So much for staying on the trail rule.”
He looked back and winked. “Perks of traveling with a ranger.”
“Definitely not impersonating one and preying on single hikers.” You teased but also voiced the concern in the back of your mind.
“And disgrace the badge? Never.” He smiled.
“I do have bear spray.” You lied and gripped your shoulder straps tighter.
“Well, I’m glad I came across you. I left mine down at the station. If we did come across B 712 I was going to yell real loud and hope for the best.” He teased back.
Despite the warning bell in your head, you continued onward, following him further from the main path. The forest cleared to a rocky cliffside overlooking a massive gorge carved from the very glacier this trail was named after. It made you feel so insignificantly small and at the very top of the world all at the same time.
“Wow.” Was all that came to your mind.
“Ah, don’t get too close to the ledge now.” His arm went in front of you like a mother who braked in the car too hard. “If you slip here, well…” He peered over the steep ledge.
You took out your phone and scanned the area with the lens. “Pictures never do it justice.” You said disappointed.
“I never get sick of the view.” He stated. “You should come back when the colors change, it looks like the valley is on fire. Sorry, you were saying earlier?”
“Right. Yeah, no…” You were flustered, wondering how much to share. “It’s just I really like this guy, and I think he likes me too, most of the time anyway. But I don’t know what he wants. And I don’t want to get hurt. So I’m kinda stuck in this pining phase, and I don’t know how to get out of it until he’s ready. I’m not making sense.”
“Hmm.” He pondered. “I mean, I’ve known you for twenty minutes I can say with certainty he likes you back.”
You rolled your eyes at the pass. “No, it's different. He’s like a big deal. Like a big fish in the ocean, and I’m a trout in a pond.”
“First of all,” He stopped you. “I hate that analogy with a passion. Second, If you’ve put him on a pedestal and he’s reinforced that in any way or hasn’t corrected that, he is not worth the time of day. No matter where you are in your walk of life, comparing yourself to other people never ends well. And using that comparison to deflate your own worthiness or happiness is going to lead to a self-fulling prophecy of missed opportunity.”
Wow, that was deep and stung a little. “Are you really a park ranger or a psychologist?” You teased.
“I listen to a lot of Brene Brown podcasts.” He admitted. “What, it gets lonely hiking up here all the time; gotta do something to keep the mind busy. You said he likes you; what makes you think that?”
“Shall I lay on this bolder while you connect this back to my relationship with my mother?” You gestured to the rock next to you.
“Fine, fine.” He retreated. “I have a knack for wanting to fix things; car engines, relationships, trail cams. Let me say this, and now that I’ve creeped you out enough, I’ll let you hike in peace, but you said you don’t know what he wants, but have you asked him?”
“Well… I…” You stuttered. “I’m waiting for him.”
“Why?”
“Because…”
He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Because that’s what you do. The guy asks the girl. He makes the moves.”
He scoffed. “I guess that’s fine. I didn’t take you as being so old-fashioned.”
“I’m not old-fashioned.” You scoffed back.
He raised his hands in surrender. “It’s not a bad thing if that's what you want.”
“No, it’s just… this is in his court. It’s his move.” How could you explain the situation without giving it away?
“Two-for-two with the horrible analogies.” He pushed.
Oh, he was getting on your nerves. “He’s an actor! Okay! Like a somewhat recognizable one. And I’m just,” You gestured to yourself. “A nobody, covered in dirt.”
“Oooh. So it is the pedestal thing. Man, I’m good!” He leaned against a pine and crossed his arms smugly. “The way I see it, if you like him, and he’s given you all the signals back, you need to get over your own insecurities and open up a channel of communication, or you're going to be stuck in that small pond forever.”
Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. “How?” You whispered.
“Simple. Tell him how you feel and ask him the same, ask him what he wants.” He suggested.
“And what if, what if he doesn’t want what I want? What if I lose him altogether?”
“It’s a risk, but do you really want to be trailing behind him forever? Putting your whole life on hold while you wait for him to catch up?” He pushed. “‘Sides, you know where I’m stationed, and I’ll make my intentions clear from the beginning.”
You squinted your eyes at him. “What’s your name?”
His grin widened, showing off his canines. “Why, you going to report me, sweetheart?”
“No.” You stamped your foot. “You are obviously entitled to a raise. I bet you find all the single hikers and help them with their existential crises.”
“It keeps me busy.” He bit his bottom lip. “The name’s Dean. You?”
You scoffed. Of course, it was. “Y/N. I think I’ll let you continue on your own from here.”
“I understand. I came on too heavy.” He sighed. “Should’ve stuck to the surface-level topics.”
“No, it’s not that.” You said. “It’s just I’m heading in the opposite direction now.”
You weren’t going to wait to keep hashing it out with him. A new determination had sparked. The branches snapped underneath your feet as you started the way back to the main trail. You wondered how fast you could run down a mountain.
“Hey, take it easy,” Dean called after you. “I don’t want to come back on the trail tonight to find you twisted an ankle on the way down. Where are you off to so fast anyways? Really taking those words to heart.”
“Denver.” You shouted back. “There’s a con I gotta get to.”
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You’ll Accompany Me- Chp 15
Jensen x reader
Word Count- 1737
Warnings- We’re still on the angst train, language, a tiny bit of fluff if you squint
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