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Fixer Upper
Pairing - Mechanic!Jensen x Single Mom!Reader
Rating - 18+ Only! Minors DNI
Tags - Angst, Anxiety, Fluff, SMUT, broke down car, walking alone on a deserted road, being a single mom, mentions of an ex, mentions of abuse, NSFW gifs, unprotected sex, reader on top, Jensen on top, and I think that’s it, but let me know if I need to add more to the tags.
Word Count - 2.4k
Beta - @winecatsandpizza
Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly
A/N - This is a repost from my old Tumblr account. I am in the process of transferring all of my fics over to this blog. I hope you enjoy! :)
“Dammit!”
You slammed the driver’s door to your car and kicked it for good measure. A new car was definitely a need, but who could afford one in this economy? Much less a tow truck and a mechanic. To top it all off, your AAA membership you had expired a month ago. Part of you wanted to just set the hunk of metal on fire, but that would make you feel better for all of five minutes before you’d really be shit out of luck.
The afternoon sun reflected off the hood as you reached for the release latch. As soon as you lifted it up, hot grey smoke poured out making you cough.
“Well, that’s just fuckin’ perfect. Icing on the damn cake.”
You put your hands on your hips and turned to look at the long stretch of highway that went in both directions. Not only was your car broken down on the side of the road, but the nearest town was at least twenty minutes in both directions. To make things even more annoying, your phone had died about ten minutes before your car did so it looked like the only thing left to do was to start walking.
Grabbing your keys and purse, you locked the car and started walking along the shoulder of the road. At least it was nice out, not a cloud in the sky, and fairly warm. The faint feeling of a summer breeze blew strands of hair out behind you as your car became smaller and smaller in the distance. A fence came into view after about fifteen minutes of walking, and if you were being honest with yourself, it was pretty inviting.
You brushed one of the wooden planks off and plopped down on it with a sigh. Maybe your Mother was right, maybe you should have moved back in with her until you could get back on your feet. But no, you just had to be stubborn and prove to her that you could make it on your own as a single mother. Swallowing your pride wasn’t something that came easily for you. So, you’d do what you always do and find a way to fix whatever was broken.
Just as you were about to get up and start walking again, a red Chevy truck came into view. You had never thought about hitchhiking, but the thought of it driving past seemed worse than the former. Your hands waved to get the driver’s attention and then gave him room to pull off on the shoulder of the road. What you weren’t expecting was the most gorgeous man you have ever seen get out and approach you.
“Everything okay, ma’am?”
Your mind was still reeling from the fact that this man was talking to you when you realized he’d asked you a question.
“Umm yeah, I uhh…my car broke down and my phone died so umm…I was just going to walk until I found civilization.”
A look of concern flashed across his face as he looked around.
“How long have you been out here walking? I don’t see a car anywhere.”
You shrugged like it was no big deal and gestured in the direction of your unreliable hunk of metal.
“Cars a ways that way. I’ve been walking for maybe twenty minutes? I don’t know. I kinda lost track of time.”
The man shook his head and looked firmly down at you.
“Yeah, I’m not letting a pretty lady walk alone on this stretch of road. At least let me take you and your car back to my shop. You look like you could use a break.”
Did you die and go to Heaven? There is no way that you got this lucky. The one car you see on this deserted road turns out to be a mechanic and he’s this good-looking? Yeah, no, things like this didn’t happen to you.
“Thank you, sir. I don’t have much money, but I can give you what I have for gas.”
He shook his head again and opened the passenger side door.
“Please, call me Jensen. I don’t want your money, sweetheart. It sounds like you need it more than I do.”
“Thanks, and you can call me Y/N.”
You smiled at him and climbed into the cab of his truck. The ride to your car and back to his shop took less time than you anticipated. You quickly found yourself warming up to Jensen. He radiated kindness and you felt like you’d known him for years. You told him you were a single mother, and how your daughter was staying with your parents until you got yourself moved into your new apartment. Mentions of your ex came up, but you tried to avoid delving too much into your past life with Tanner. He’d been abusive, and you pushed those memories to the back of your mind at all costs.
Jensen pulled his truck into a big open yard and you noticed an arched sign that read Singer’s Auto stood high above the entrance. He lowered your car to the ground and unhooked it from the hitch before leading you inside.
“Can I get you something to drink? I’ve got water, coffee, sweet tea, whiskey, rum, and any type of soda you can imagine.”
For the first time all day, your smile met your eyes. This man was too good to be true. If only you could be in a relationship with something this amazing. Jensen had to be either gay or unavailable because there was no way he was single with a personality like this. Let alone his looks.
“I’d like some sweet tea, please. Thank you so much for doing all this. I’m sure you’ve got a family to get home to, and the last thing you probably wanted to do today was help a hitchhiker and her piece of shit car.”
The confused look he gave you made you instantly regret your words. Here was this man going out of his way to help you, and your brain-to-mouth filter probably just fucked everything up. You didn’t want him to think that you didn’t appreciate everything.
“Don’t get me wrong, Jensen. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me, but I just have this mindset where I wait for the other shoe to fall. I’ve never really done well in the relationship department, and I’ve always been let down eventually. You’ve only just met me and you don’t need this kind of turmoil. I should probably go. I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”
It took a moment for Jensen to get his bearings, but once he did you felt his hand gently grab your wrist. He slowly spun you around to face him, and his eyes bore into yours with a fire you hadn’t seen on a man before.
“Whoa, whoa, sweetheart wait a minute. Can’t a guy just help a beautiful lady out without her thinking she’s being a burden? Y/N, listen, I’m not doing this because I feel like I have to. I’m doing this because I want to. There’s just something about you, something that draws me in, and I can’t seem to put a finger on it.”
For a few minutes, you both were silent. Staring into each other’s eyes with such intensity made you want to look away, but something stronger kept your gaze locked onto his. Ever so slowly, Jensen closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you. His kiss ignited a fire in your core that had been dormant for as long as you could remember.
When he pulled away, his pupils were just as lust blown as your own. Soon you were pushed against the nearest wall, his work uniform becoming disheveled along with your outfit.
“I don’t know what it is Jensen, but I have never wanted someone so much in my life. I only just met you, and the thoughts I’m having scare me, but at the same time it’s thrilling.”
Your hands came to rest on his muscular chest as his hands cupped your face.
“It scares the shit out of me too, Y/N, but I really want this,”
Jensen admitted as he continued to devour your body with his eyes.
“Do you want this as much as I do? If you don’t, we can stop. I’ll fix your car and we can both be on our way. If you’d let me, though, I’d love to show you what it’s like to have a real man, Y/N.”
Instead of answering him, you pressed your lips firmly against his. Immediately his arms traveled down your small frame and came to rest on the back of your thighs. Without breaking the kiss, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. His clothed erection pressed against your pussy making a small moan escape your mouth.
Jensen began leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He grabbed one of your breasts in each hand and began to massage them gingerly, his thumbs grazing over your nipples making them harden instantly.
“You have entirely too many clothes on Y/N.”
You smirked and stepped away, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. It sent heat straight to your core seeing the effect you had on Jensen. His eyes roamed your body like a starving man, and the arousal in his pants was hard to miss.
“You know, I’m no expert on lovemaking, but I’m pretty sure it’s easier to do when you’re naked, Jensen.”
A low growl escaped his throat as he stalked toward you like he was a predator. He picked you up and flung you over his shoulder making you squeal.
“Jensen! Put me down! Where are we going?!”
“Bedroom.”
The one simple word held many promises as he climbed the stairs with ease. Seconds later you were placed gingerly on the comforter of his bed. He only left you for a moment to turn the light off and shut the door, and then he was on you again. His calloused hands pushed your shirt off your shoulders and slowly pulled it off each of your arms.
Even though he was undressing you agonizingly slow, you relished in the fact that a man was paying this much attention to you. Your ex was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy who was only interested in getting off before going back to his video games. Your mind completely forgot about your ex as soon as Jensen pulled down your bra exposing your breasts, his lips closed over one of your hardened nipples greedily sucking into his mouth.
“Mmmm Jay … Fuck that feels so good”
He moved to the other nipple paying it as much attention before leaving a trail of kisses down to your navel.
“You’re so beautiful Y/N”
Jensen made quick work of the rest of your clothes before taking his off as well. If you thought he was gorgeous with clothes on, he was even more glorious without them. Perfect was the only description appropriate for the man that stood before you.
“C’mere Jensen. I won’t bite.”
You winked at him invitingly, and he let out this full-body laugh that was contagious.
“Y/N I don’t know if I believe that.”
He climbed onto the bed and positioned his body over yours before pulling you in for another kiss. His tongue swept your lower lip asking for permission which you granted almost immediately. Your body arched up, his cock hard as a rock pressing against your leg.
“Please … need you.”
Jensen smirked against your pulse point, grinding himself along your slick folds.
“Gonna have to be a little more specific Princess. Where do you need me exactly?”
If you could form a coherent thought you’d make a smart-ass comment, but right now you barely knew your name. Much less able to speak in full sentences.
“Fuck me, Jay! Wanna feel your cock inside me. Please!”
Jensen lined himself up and slowly thrust inside you, his cock filling you up inch by inch was almost enough to make you cum right then. It had been a while since you’d been with a man, and he hadn’t prepped you.
“Unnghh fuck … you’re so wet and tight for me, Y/N.”
Your nails dug into his biceps, his forehead resting on yours as you both got used to each other.
“Make love to me, Jay.”
Ever so slowly, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you. His moans were barely heard over your cries of need. The steady rhythm of his cock hitting your sweet spot made the coil in your lower belly tighter and tighter. You wouldn’t last long with him like this, and you wanted desperately to make him cum with you.
“Let me ride you, Jensen.”
The look he gave you was almost primal. In a matter of seconds, he had flipped over onto his back and helped you sink down onto his throbbing length.
“Christ, Y/N, I’m not gonna last like this.”
Using the muscles in your thighs, you rose up off his cock and looked deeply into his eyes.
“Neither will I, Jay. Want you to cum with me.”
His hands held onto your sides as you began to ride him. His hips rose to meet yours, thrusting his cock deeper into your soaked cunt, and pretty soon he was completely in control again. Your cries echoed off the walls as your climax neared.
“J-Jay! I … I’m so close baby! Please … make me cum!”
One of his hands left your side and began rubbing circles around your clit.
“Your wish is my command, princess.”
Seconds later, he felt your walls tighten around his cock, as you both fell over the edge together. Your chest heaved as you aid beside him on the bed. He covered you up before cradling your face and kissing you sweetly.
Jensen pulled away, his smile met his eyes as he looked at you with nothing but love.
“So, how about some sweet tea?”
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The Best Kind of Stress Relief
A/N: @cevansbaby-dove It's really a quick in-n-out (😅) and I remember you mentioning that you wouldn't mind being choked by Jensen so *cough cough* here you go! 🤗 Hope you'll like it! 😈🤍
All mistakes are mine!
Warnings: 18+ONLY, language, unprotected PinV, choking, using tie as gag, rough sex, creampie (I am so bad with the warnings- A whole lot of smut that's what this is, so MDNI)
WC: ~1.5k
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You were standing outside of Felicia’s trailer, talking to her after the shooting had wrapped for the day while you waited for Jensen.
“I know it will get better, but lately it's just so hard for me to focus on working. I’ve tried meditating, relaxing baths, everything!” You shrugged defeatedly. “We even went camping last weekend.” You added, referring to yourself and Jensen.
Amusing grin appeared on her face. “You clearly did something wrong there if even that wasn’t relaxing for you.”
You laughed and shoved her playfully. “Stop! We really were just camping, you know?”
She lifted her hands up in surrender. “I know, I know. What I am saying though, is that you should’ve spent that weekend doing something else. Like doing him for example.”
You saw Jensen approaching you two with a serious face, killing the light mood you and Felicia had.
“Y/N, can we talk for a second?”
You started to worry. “Sure, babe.”
You got confused when he started to pull you back towards the set. “What’s up? Where are we going? Aren’t they closing it down already?”
His eyes sparkled mischievously when he looked back at you over his shoulder and grinned widely. “Don’t worry, we’ll be quick.”
You followed him through the maze of different rooms, until you finally arrived at the set of Bunker’s library, and Jensen pushed you to sit down in one of the chairs at the table. You eyed his moves curiously and tried to figure out his plans when he walked to the shelf and pulled one of Dean’s ties, he had worn earlier that day, out from between the books. “What are you doing?”
He ignored your question, threw the tie onto the table and pulled you up from the chair. You were now completely pinned between him and the table. “Oh, babe, what-!” Jensen cupped your cheek and kissed you, deepening it gradually until you were completely breathless.
“Sweetheart, work has been hard lately for you, hasn't it?” he whispered and pulled away from your lips. You nodded without a word, trying to catch your breath. His gaze shifted hungrily between your eyes and lips, as he brushed his thumb softly over your bottom lip.
“And you know that I can't let you take all that work stress home with you, right? It's just not healthy for you.” Jensen turned you around, so you were backed against his chest and you couldn't hold back a gasp at his sudden moves. He pushed aside your hair, revealing your neck and peppered kisses from under your ear along your shoulder.
“So what should I do about it? Fuck it out of you?” His voice was quiet and laced with desire, and you could already feel his erection pressing into your thighs. Deep moan escaped from the back of your throat, when he cupped one of your breasts.
Suddenly it dawned on you, what he had just said. “Wait, what? Right now? What if someone walks in here?” Jensen started to play with the hem of your shirt, teasingly sliding his fingers up your skin underneath it. With one hand flat on your stomach, the other one turned your chin towards him before he kissed you cravingly. “It's definitely risky, but isn't that part of the fun?”
His tongue slipped by your lips, claiming your mouth wholly. Only some desperate groans escaped you when he continued his attack on your mouth.
Without breaking your kiss, his hand moved down to open the zipper of your pants. “But we don't have to do anything, if you don't want to, just say stop, Y/N.” He added, knowing very well, that you won't say no when his fingers had already slipped into your underwear, where you were all wet and ready for him. You pulled away from his kiss and gasped too loudly. “No, Jensen! Don't you dare to..” he clasped one hand onto your mouth to shut you up. “Damnit, baby, you gotta keep your voice down a little bit or I’ll have to stop.” He growled into your ear and pulled away his hand to start pushing down your jeans and underwear. “You don't want me to do that, do you, sweetheart?” he asked when he moved up again and raised one of your freed legs onto the table to have better access to your pussy.
“No, please, Jay, I want you to-” he gave you a quick kiss. “I know, just a second.” He left you there standing for a second to get himself out of his pants. He spat into his hand to lube up his cock, even though you were drenched already. He came to stand behind you again and you could feel his erection sliding between your folds, but instead of pushing inside you, he took the tie from the table and folded it up. “Open up.” He brought it up to your lips. “So you wouldn't scream too loudly.” He added with a grin. You took the tie between your teeth, biting down on it hard when Jensen suddenly pushed himself in. “Mmm..mmhh.” He didn't even give you a chance to get used to him, but started pounding hard into you. You tried to keep yourself steady on the ground, but with one leg it was quite a challenge, and the table under you was too wide to hold on from the edges so you jolted forward with each of his moves.
As he continued pistoning into you, holding you in place with one hand on your shoulder, the other one closed around your throat, squeezing and pulling a deep guttural moan out of you. “Mnhmmck!” Jensen took it as a cry, and stopped moving and quickly released his hand from your neck. “Too much?” He asked, pulling the gag from you. “No…please I want…it harder.” You breathed heavily. He shoved the tie back and buried himself back into you. “Fuck, Y/N, you are just perfect, but we have to be quick now. Don't want them to start looking for us, do we?”
You shook your head. “Mmkh...mm…mmhms.” No words came out through the gag you had, but Jensen understood you perfectly and so your windpipe was closed off again. Your eyes closed in ecstasy, and you reached overhead behind you to find his hair to lock your fingers into.
The edges of your vision began to go white quickly from the air being cut off and Jensen's moves started to falter, letting you know he was near cumming. “Mm..fuck, Y/N, I'm almost close…but I want you to cum first, understand, baby?” He panted into your ear between his thrusts. “I want to feel you cumming all over my cock. I want you to remember this, when we're coming back to work tomorrow with Jared and Felicia and sit at this table. Just remember how I filled you up..”
You tried to moan, but even that wasn't possible with your throat closed off by his large hand, so you just tightened your grip in his hair, making Jensen groan as a result. He saw you were close to your climax and moved his hand from your neck to your mouth, knowing that with the first gasp of air you were going to fall off the edge.
You inhaled loudly through your nose and wanted to scream, but on top of the gag, his hand was also muffling all your cries, as he fucked you roughly through your orgasm. “Let it all out, baby..let it go..” he whispered into your ear, still moving fast in you, chasing after his own release.
Your whimpers started to die down as you were coming off your high. After a few last quick moves, Jensen pushed deep inside you, his cock throbbing hard as his cum covered your walls. “Fuck!” He leaned over you and searched for support from the table. Finally you pulled the tie out of your mouth. “Baby, that was so fucking perfect..” you whispered breathlessly. “But we gotta go now.”
Both of you got quickly dressed and searched for your way out, without being caught. You tried to composure yourself, not to seem suspicious, but you knew your flushed cheeks and breathlessness was not easy to hide.
“Where were you two? We've been waiting for ages!” Jared started to complain as soon as he saw you two approaching the car.
“You were not! Y/N and I just had to have a quick chat.” Jared threw a quick look at you as you and Jensen climbed into the backseat. “Yeah, right! And that couldn't wait until you get home, where you two live together? Alone? Not a single pair of eyes around?” Jared started teasing and Jensen wasn't having any of it.
“Shut up! Clif, let's just go.”
Jared looked over his shoulder to the backseat. “I don't know, Y/N, it looks like you two need to have another talk at home.” To this remark even Jensen bursted out laughing. “Oh, we will, don't you worry about that.” He chuckled and winked at you.
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A Night To Remember
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(Jensen Ackles x you)
Warnings : contains SMUT!
When Jensen arrives home early from a convention and catches you coming home late from a girls night out he knows exactly what he's going to do to you 😏🔥
I get nervous writing smut about this gorgeous man so I apologise in advance if it's not that good 🫣
This fic was made possible thanks to these 3 pictures and the idea of writing it came from @k-slla . I hope you all enjoy it ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Jensen had always been the responsible one, always the level-headed partner in their relationship. But tonight, everything was about to change. Coming home late after a night out with the girls, y/n entered their apartment, feeling a mix of exhaustion and excitement.
Throughout the entire evening, Jensen had hardly contacted you, making you wonder what he was up to. Little did you know that he had something special planned for you, something you would remember for a lifetime. Jensen had arrived home early from the convention after being able to get an earlier flight.
As you entered the dimly lit apartment, you immediately sensed a shift in the atmosphere. There was an undeniable air of anticipation, as if something extraordinary was about to unfold. Your heart raced in curiosity, wondering what awaited you behind the bedroom door.
You stepped into the bedroom. Jensen was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt half undone showing off his muscular physique, his eyes filled with an intense desire. There was a strange sparkle in his gaze that you had never seen before, and for a moment, you couldn't help but feel a slight shiver of apprehension mixed with excitement. "What time do you call this y/n? Have fun with the girls so much you didn't want to come home?"
Before you could answer him, he closed the distance between you both, pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall . "I'll show you what a fun night feel likes" Jensen's touch sent electric shocks through your body as he caressed your cheek, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your jawline. His voice, barely above a whisper, cut through the silence. "Tonight, my love, I want to show you a side of me you've never seen before. I want to make this night unforgettable, a night that etches itself into our souls."
Your heart skipped a beat as those words lingered in the air. You looked deep into Jensen's eyes, drawn to his sincerity and the newfound intensity he exuded.
With a mix of curiosity and trust, you allowed him to unzip your dress and let it pool on the floor by your feet. Once your dress was discarded, Jensen's eyes roamed over your body. You were wearing the white lingerie set he had brought you for your birthday. His eyes darkened as they ventured lower to your core. His hand came back up to caress your check every so lightly "your so fucking gorgeous y/n" with that statement made, his lips attacked yours with a fever you had never felt before from him.
He quickly disposed of his shirt throwing it to the floor by your dress. He made quick work of removing your bra and panties. As soon as your breasts were exposed to him he made light work at sucking and nipping at them. Your hands ruffled through his hair as he devoured each breast with equal measure.
He made his way back up your neck, leaving marks on your collarbone, trailing upwards to suck on your sweet spot behind your ear. He lifted you up by grabbing your thighs, you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked you over and lay you gently on the bed. He crawled above you kissing you with so much passion and fire it made you crave more of him.
He started to make his way down your body, nipping and sucking at every possible piece of skin he could until he got to your intimate area. He pulled you down the bed by your ankles spreading your legs at your knees so you were exposed to him. You felt him blow cool air against your core, making you squirm.
Without warning his tongue darts straight into your pussy, licking straight up to land on your clit. The intensity and pressure that Jensen is using has you breathing heavily within seconds. Before you could even moan out to him you feel his finger plunging into your soft walls, then a second, then a third. Your mind is in overdrive with the pleasure that you are feeling. "Oh fuck Jensen, I'm gonna, GAH , IM GONNA CUM BABY" you screamed at him. But he didn't stop. He chuckles against your clit as he continues to ride you through your high.
Your ears were ringing and you had stars in your eyes as you came down. Jensen made his way back up your body. Kissing and sucking at your breasts once more before kissing your lips. "You ready for the main event sweetheart" he asked you as he nipped at your neck. Still in your post orgasmic daze all you could do was nod at him.
Jensen made himself comfortable in-between your legs and lined himself up with your entrance. With one swift push he was fully sheathed inside of you. You both let out a moan of pleasure as you adjusted to his size. "Jensen, babe. Move please" you asked him. He looked at you for a moment resting his forehead against yours "just give me a second please darlin, I've been away from you for so long I wanna take my time with you", "it's been one weekend handsome" you replied with a chuckle, "yeah, too long in my book, you're definitely coming with me next time".
Jensen pulled you into a long kiss as your hands found their way into his hair. Scratching at his scalp you heard a contented groan come from him. He always loved when you did that. It helped that his hair was a little longer than usual so you had something to pull on. He finally started to move inside of you, dragging his cock painfully slowly out of you and then back in with some force.
He continued at a slow pace, watching and feeling you squirm underneath him. Your hands gripped at his biceps as he started to build up the pace. you could feel every delicious drag of his cock inside of you, rubbing against your slightly pulsating walls. as much as you loved how gentle he was being you craved more form him " Jay, babe, i need more, harder, rougher, faster". Jensen's eyes darkened at that comment.
He pulled out of you and lifted you up before flipping you over onto your stomach. He gripped your hips as he pulled you up onto your knees, your arms supporting your upper body resting by the side of your head.
You wiggled your ass at him, knowing what was to come. Jensen slapped your ass before he penetrated you hard and fast. You let out a cry of ecstasy as he pounded into you, your walls convulsing around his cock as it touched every spot you needed it to.
He worked his hands up your spine, causing you to shiver slightly. With one hand snaking round to massage your breast and the other holding onto your shoulder to give him more leverage , Jensen continued his assault on your pussy at a fast pace.
"Your so fucking tight for me y/n, so tight and wet for me, I'm not gonna last much longer" he said in between laboured breaths. "oh god Jay baby don't stop, I'm so close". Jensen continued to pound into you, feeling his release getting closer, feeling your walls pulsate around his penis. "I'm gonna, oh god jay I'm gonna come baby" He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you flush against his body, now sitting you in his lap as he continued to thrust into you.
His right hand made its way to massage your right breast, as his left hand worked its way down to draw fast hard circles on your clit. Your head flew back to rest on Jensen's shoulder, giving him the opportunity to suck and nip at the sweet spot on your neck.
The intensity of having Jensen everywhere on your body made your orgasm reach a new high, one that you had never felt before making you shake. Jensen was not far behind you as you felt his warmth fill you up. HIs hot breath next to your face, sending shivers down your spine as you both came down from one of the most intense orgasms you both have had together.
You both lay on the bed for a moment trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. Your back to his chest with his arms wrapped tight around your waist. " Damn sweetheart, that was..........." you chuckled as he couldn't finish his sentence. You turned to face him, he brushed the hair from your sweat soaked cheek. You leaned up, kissing him softly on the lips. "Why don't we go get cleaned up, fancy taking a shower with me Ackles?" it took him seconds to get up of the bed and pick you up bridal style " you don't have to ask me twice" he replied as he kissed you deeply, carrying you into the shower, ready for another session.
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Let's relax boys.
Smutty one shot. 18+ only.
Thank you to @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden For asking about this hope you enjoy.
You and Dean and Sam go camping but when your not even thinking..you find yourself sleeping next to dean what will be the outcome? 😉
"hey sammy" you hear dean say as he walks into the office you and sam are working in. "yes?" you are typing on your laptop you don't even hear dean walk in. "This is crazy you two"
You look at dean. "what's crazy? hunting demons? yea i'll agree with that"
Dean smiles you always had a great sense of humor when he needed it. "yes Y/N hunting is to much.."
You shut your laptop. "You know what we need boys?"
Sam looks at you. "What's that?" You smile. "We should go camping!" The boys looks at each other like your crazy.
Dean says. "camping? what are we kids?" You smile. "come on it'll be fun just you, me, and sam and with nature, no demons, no monsters just...peace"
"okay it doesn't sound to..bad" Dean says. Sam looks at him. "What if we get attacked?" You stand up. "great we'll leave in the morning"
You walk away and Sam says. "This is a bad idea"
The next Evening.
"Ready boys?" You ask as you walk out in jeans, brown t-shirt and boots. Sam looks at you. 'Yea as ready as i'll ever be" Dean walks out. "Damn y/n stop looking so hot" he jokes.
You smile. "sorry no sorry" You guys head out to the woods and before long you set up your tent across from dean's and sam's is to the right of dean's.
"okay, Sam mind getting the wood for the fire?" he nods "Sure" he walks away leaving you with dean the brother that you have had a crush on for months.
"brought anything we can make?" Dean smiles. "uh..i think so" he finds some meat and sam walks back and you help him get a fire started. "hmm much better"
You sit down watching the flames move it was scary but you loved it too.
After dinner your so tired you say to sam. "Good night sam see you" He smiles. "Night Y/n sleep tight"
You look around. "tell dean i said night if he shows up" Sam nods.
You stumble into a tent and change for bed and lay down.
About half and hour dean walks in and discards his shirt and jeans. You turn hearing a sound. Your heart races seeing dean's toned body. You sit up. "Dean?"
He walks closer to you kneeling by you. "Y/n? uh...hi" You smile. "hey uh..did i take a wrong turn?" He smiles. "looks like it"
You lean closer to him. "Should i leave?"
Dean says. "Don't" His lips are on yours it's a soft yet heated kiss like he's waited for this moment and he didn't want it to slip away.
Dean's tongue brushed across your bottom lip. You opened your lips up to grant him access. Your tongues fought for dominance. Dean's won.
Dean moved his head down to kiss your neck, sucking on your sweet spot to leave a hickey and leaving goosebumps on your skin.
"Hmm..dean...we shouldn't...sammy he's" Dean says. "he's asleep y/n i want you so bad"
"i want you too" You kiss his neck moving your hands up his back making him moan.
He removes your pants and underwear at the same time.
"fuck your beautiful"
You smile. "that's just cause i'm naked' Dean smiles. "Nah you've been beautiful even after a hunt god y/n i love being around you" he kissed your neck again.
"Dean i need you"
He adjusted your legs so that your knees were bent and your legs were spread wide. He kissed along your thighs.
"I know but be quiet for me" He smiles.
You were so wet already. All of a sudden, the kisses stopped, and his face dove into your heat. You felt his tongue circle your clit.
"hmm" You cover your mouth so you don't moan loud.
You moaned as his other hand made its way to your chest, squeezing your breasts. The sensation was awesome. You could feel your climax start to build when he stops.
"I want you to cum when i'm inside of you"
You look at him as he pushes into your clit. "yes dean"
He moves slowly letting you adjust to his cock. "Dean please...move faster'
"yea? I can be slow honey" You moan when he doesn't move faster. "okay darling okay i got ya' his pace gets faster making you moan. 'fuck yes right there!" he's hitting your g-spot every thrust he does in you.
"Fuck Y/N so tight for me" he grunts as his hips keep moving. 'So close" He said making you say. "Me...too"
You come undone and Dean let's go inside of you. "what took us so long to do this?"
Dean moved back up to kiss you. The kiss was passionate.
Even more so than before. His tongue slid in your mouth, and you could taste yourself. You moaned into the kiss. This was going to be a long night.
A/n:Well damn two smut fics in one night that's it for me tonight damn ima go sleep with this on my mind. 🥵
tags:@cutedisneygrl @alternativeprincess94 @k-slla @jackles010378
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Jensen Ackles x Female Reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jensen had been busy but one day when he decides to surprise you just because he loves you. Simply meant for those who want to dance in the kitchen with your spouse for no reason, or go on old timey dates together.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: None~ Just a short little one shot with Jensen fluff. Jensen being a reassuring husband. Husband Jensen x Wife Reader.
Jensen had finished up filming a little promo as Soldier Boy for Gen V, the spin-off for The Boys. He was excited to play that role again since he had a lot of fun with the character on The Boys to begin with. It was a matter of days until the promo was released to the public.
Things were going well for him right now. He had even gotten some news that he would be touring around with Jared and the Supernatural cast again for some conventions and he was more than excited for that! He would be leaving in a couple of weeks for that.
But until then, he was staying busy with some other roles or promotions or whatever was going on with the brewery.
This afternoon, however, he finally had some time off. He told you that he was going to be busy all day making some plans and arrangements for going to the upcoming conventions, but he just wanted to surprise you. Especially since he married such a busy little bee.
While he spent his time filming and tending to the bar, you had a career of your own as a costume designer for musical artists and some bands whether its for their music videos or for what they would wear for their concerts. You had worked with Selena Gomez, Carrie Underwood, as well as Amy Lee from Evanescence, just to name a few individuals from some different genres of music.
He knew you had an eye for detail and that was one of the many things he loved about you. Amongst other traits you have of course.
So after his morning errands were done, he stopped by the store to pick up some surprises for you, which lead him to where he was now.
He was carrying in his little surprise when he opened the door to find you cleaning the kitchen listening to some music. When he looked at the tv since that's what you apparently decided to use, he saw that it was some song called 'How to be a Heartbreaker' by Marina and the Diamonds.
It sounded pretty upbeat and he chuckled to himself when he saw you dancing around to the chorus of this song while you were putting something away in the kitchen. He couldn't help the smile that was forming on his face.
You were adorable and he couldn't believe he actually married someone like you. There was never a moment when you couldn't light up his world.
He walked over to you when you didn't have anything in your hands, then he wrapped an arm around you from behind. In his hand was a bouquet of your favorite flowers just because.
"Now who's heart trying to break?" He asked.
You nearly jumped when you felt an arm wrap around you from behind but you smiled when you saw the flowers followed by the familiar voice of your husband.
You looked up at him and saw the grin on his face that made your heart flutter since the first day you met him. People have said that the honeymoon phase doesn't last that long but for you, it was unwavering. Sure there's disagreements and imperfections like any marriage, but you two were able to make it work and that was what mattered the most. You hoped that you two would have a long marriage.
“No one’s. The only heart I have is yours, and I’d like to keep it that way.” You heard Jensen chuckle before he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on your lips.
When he pulled away you smiled when you looked at the flowers. You took them before you got out of his grasp, “Thank you for these, they’re beautiful! But I thought your day was booked.”
“Well, I said that but I may or may not have bent the truth a little.” Jensen replied while you were looking for a vase. Once you found one you placed the flowers inside and set them on the table.
“You’re free the rest of the day? That’s great! I know you needed some rest from your busy schedule.” You smiled before you walked towards him. He took one of your hands and twirled you around before pulling you into his chest, then he leaned down and kissed your shoulder.
“It is. I know that I’ll be gone for a while with the convention too. I wanted to spend as much time with you as I can, and today worked out perfectly.” You grinned at what he said and you heard the tv change to a slower song. You put on a random playlist on Spotify through your TV so it was a little unpredictable about what songs they’d play since you didn’t look before you clicked.
“How did I get so lucky to have you?” He smiled at what you said while he turned you around, placing a hand on your hip while keeping your other hands clasped together.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“Dancing with my beautiful bride in our kitchen.” He replied and you snickered as you two started dancing around to whatever the song was. Based off the tune you could hear throughout the house it sounded like it was ‘Two is Better than One’ by Boys Like Girls. Perhaps your Spotify account was favoring some early 2000’s music at the moment.
As the two of you danced, you placed your head on his chest, smiling softly to yourself. It was the moments like these you appreciated most. You knew he was busy, but it was little things like this that let you know Jensen still cared despite his busy schedule.
You remembered the very first time the both of you danced as a married couple on your wedding day. It was truly the happiest day of your life. Your wedding was in the spring and you had an outdoor ceremony. All of your friends and family members were happy for the both of you.
“What are you thinking about, Love?” Jensen asked and you hummed a little.
“Reminiscing about our wedding.” You admitted.
Once the song was over, Jensen looked down at you before he kissed the top of your head. Then he got an idea.
“Why don’t you get dressed in something a little warmer and we’ll go out tonight? It’s supposed to be chilly this evening and I don’t want you getting yourself sick.” He said. You agreed and he watched you go upstairs to your room so you could change.
Once you were dressed in something warmer the two of you left the house so you both could enjoy yourselves. It had been a while since. You had a little date night.
He took you to a nice Italian restaurant where the both of you ate dinner and you had some dessert there. After that, he ended up taking you to a movie. However, tonight was your lucky night!
Jensen had managed to find a drive-in movie theatre. You thought those were practically extinct by now! But it was a sweet surprise nonetheless. You’ve always wanted to go into a drive in theatre and it was surreal that you were finally able to go. You both were even in the iconic ‘67 Impala that Jensen got to keep after Supernatural ended.
Everything felt so perfect.
You and Jensen were unbuckled and you were huddled together. His arm was around your waist and your head was on his shoulder as you both were looking at the screen watching ‘The Wedding Planner’ with Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConaughey.
You knew Jensen wasn’t overly fond of romantic movies, and neither were you necessarily but you did like watching some of J. Lo’s movies every once in a while and you didn’t recall seeing this movie.
“Not even two minutes into the movie and she already reminds me of you.” You could hear Jensen say and you snickered.
“Oh yeah? How’s that?”
“You seem to be a little bit of a perfectionist. A hard worker. Dedicated to your job. But you look much better in those little suits with those pencil skirts than Jennifer does.” He chuckled and you smiled at the last part.
“Well it’s not easy planning and designing what people are going to wear in front of millions, potentially trillions of people.” You reminded and he just grinned as he laid his head down on top of your own as you watched the movie.
You got to the part of the movie where the children’s doctor saved the wedding planner. How a meeting like that happened must’ve been more than random chance. It seemed like fate, then again so did a lot of scripts for romantic movies like this. But of course there was always that problem to make romantic movies a bit more complicated.
“Now that’s in poor taste… if you’re engaged, you shouldn’t go with another girl to the movies or dance with her in the rain. That is a sure fire way to mess with a woman’s heart.” You said.
“Well, they have to have some sort of plot twist for these movies ya know.” He reminded and you grinned and shook your head.
“Yeah I suppose you’re right.”
You two continued to watch the movie and saw that McConaughey’s character saved Lopez’s character not once but twice now. But of course there was always that argument between the two characters to create a little angst.
“I can’t imagine how many weddings she’s seen not work out. This poor bride is going to get her heart broken. She’s got the worst judgement.” You said and he hummed a little.
“Yeah.. the bride and groom seem to be so incredibly different. I get that opposites attract but this a little too much.” He said.
Watching the beginning of this movie you started to wonder about a few things.
“Jensen? Did you ever have doubts if we would work out? I mean, we both have busy schedules… what if one day we’re too busy for each other and what if what everyone says about the honeymoon phase ending and we just fall apart?”
Jensen looked down at you and frowned a little, “Where’s this coming from, Darlin’?”
“I don’t know… I just hear things about couples losing their spark and I don’t want that ever happening to us…”
Jensen shifted and cupped your face so you could look up at him.
“I’ve never had a single doubt about us. Not one.” He reassured as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Yeah you and I have busy careers.. That’s a part of life.”
“But the fact that you’re even concerned about something like that happening, and the fact that you don’t want the spark to leave either means that you’re willing to fight for us if that time ever comes. Sure for some couples the honeymoon phase doesn’t last forever. But how do you think that couples married for over fifty years works out? They don’t let that spark ever fade even if it flickers from time to time.”
You gazed into his eyes and you could see the sincerity behind them. You smiled softly as you lifted your hand and caressed his face as he continued, “You’ve made me the happiest man on the planet the moment you said yes when I proposed to you. And I know that there is nothing you and I can’t do together. Our marriage will last a lifetime. I meant it when I said till death do we part.”
Your smile grew a little bigger when you remembered his vows that day. He looked so handsome standing there at the altar and you remember getting emotional when he said those vows that day.
“You’re right… No matter how busy we get, as long as we always make sure we take that time out for each other, as long as we fight for one another, as long as we love one another, then that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?” You said and he smiled.
“And I’ll love you forever and always.” He promised.
You leaned up and kissed him, and you could feel him smiling into the kiss causing your heart to flutter just like it did the very first time you kissed him.
Needless to say, this was a pretty good date night with your husband. He always knew what to say, and you knew everything he said was truthful. You knew that your marriage would last a life and you’d always be Mrs. Jensen Ackles.
Hey guys! I was just feeling like writing some soft Jensen content. Needed some fluff in my life. Hope this little one shot brightened your day and put a smile on your face! Love you all~
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8x10 Torn & Frayed one line schedule | 8x11 LARP & The Real Girl production draft script | 8x09 Citizen Fang | 8x10 Torn & Frayed transcript | 9x08 Rock and a Hard Place
Good fucking morning.
#I just thought about them too much so i made this cus the alternative was killing myself 🫶#slash jay#there is SO MUCH going on behind the camera in supernatural. these guys were fuckin#the fact that we can only canonically confirm that they really did have a relationship is through their break up is kind of fucked up.#I’ve said this before but I’m saying it again I deserved to see Benny hungrily and desperately drinking Dean’s blood straight from the tap#I want him back.#jensen benny-lover ross ackles…you know what to do#supernatural#spn#spn 8x09#citizen fang#spn 8x10#torn and frayed#spn 8x11#larp and the real girl#spn 9x08#rock and a hard place#deanbenny#destiny#dean winchester#benny lafitte#dean x benny
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Jensen Ackles One Shots/Drabbles
The girl from London
Y/N is a British interior designer and architect who works for a company that has its headquarters in London but is well known in the US. So Jensen wants to surprise his parents and build them a new house at their favourite spot. When he meets her, it’s hard to listen to her when she talks about the design she’s planned, because other things about her seem more interesting.
#jensen ackles#supernatural#jensen ackles x you#x reader#jensen ackles x female!reader#jensen ackles one shot#jensen ackles smut#jensen ackles x y/n#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles fanfiction#jensen ackles fic#jensen ross ackles#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural fanfic series#supernatural fanart#one shots#drabbles#female#smut#dean x you#dean x reader#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#fanfiction
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It's Thursday, so that means... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!
two fics are in progress , one from Jensen to celebrate his birthday (late, I know) and one from Dean to celebrate mine rs!
Dean's one shot there will be smut 🫢
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Wildwood Sequel: Interlude
Summary: Jensen and the reader are in a soft, blissful part of their relationship before reality fully kicks in. They go back to Y|N’s house, with the touches she added with Jensen in mind, to slowly ease back into the swing of their lives. They have a lot to do before they go to Texas, like breaking the news to Y|N’s mother and brother. Jensen still has some secrets to reveal.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x female reader
Word count: 18429
Warnings: really covers the gammut... swearing, drinking, yelling, jealousy...
a/n: this is pure fiction in regards to the real life celebrities. They are merely a face-grab for characters of my creation.
Tags: @coffee-obsessed-writer @leigh70 @sandlee44 @coldhearted93 @djs8891 @magssteenkamp @babykalika2001 @ladysparkles78 @supernatural3002
The dog days of summer were ending and it felt more like fall the morning when they left Wildwood. He’d taken care of the cabin the night before and even cleaned out the fireplace. It meant there would be no heat running in the cabin, but he and Y|N had found ways to stay warm. Going back to reality would be an adjustment to both of their lives and he was confident they would figure it out together.
Before Y|N got to the cabin, he’d been so out of sorts. He couldn’t make any sense about what to do about his situation. Then, as time passed, he was beginning to wonder if she would find him. When he finally realized it was her walking down his road, the relief set in. The giant, swirling abyss dissipated. She, somehow, always would show up when he needed her most. Sure, he’d given her a clue, but she showed up. She still cared.
He looked over at the passenger seat where she sat in his truck. She’d only gotten more beautiful as time had passed. He couldn’t stop sneaking glances at her and she’d caught him more than once. Y|N would smile a little, tuck her hair behind her ear and look down. When he would catch her watching him, he knew she still had some kind of feelings for him, too. Even if it was pure lust, or just pent-up years of desire, he would take it because he had been holding them in, too. He really couldn’t get enough of her.
They were basically driving into the sun, but it didn’t bother her too much. She had her head down, writing in the notebook she’d forced him to stop to buy. It was bright enough that she still wore sunglasses as she wrote and the sun gave her hair a halo. His angel. Once in a while, she would whisper two sides of a conversation, or other bits of dialog before putting the pen back to the paper to continue the flurry of writing. She went on like that for a couple hours before she lost some speed.
She turned yet another page in the notebook and wrote something at the top of the page before she finally gave him her attention again.
“Okay, we need to talk about some stuff. I need your opinion on things,” she said.
“God, finally,” he said. “You’ve been so quiet, except for whispering dialog, I thought you forgot me.”
“Oh honey, I could never forget about your fine self. Look at you, you sexy sonofabitch,” she said. She smirked when she saw how pink his ears got. “I was writing so I could get the scene out of my head so I could get to you.”
“Get to me?”
“I’m starting a new book in a series I do and I want your input,” she explained.
“I thought you were never going to use me as your smut muse?” he said. “I think we have a pretty good story going.”
“Oh my sweet boy,” she said, “you really are adorable. Let me ask you this, have you read any good books lately?”
“Not lately, but yeah. It’s this guy, a lawman, who fell from grace, gets a job as sheriff in some backwoods area during prohibition, tries to take down bootleggers and other bad guys…”
“... encounters some weird shit in the woods and has an eye for the lady that runs the diner?” she finished for him.
“Yeah, you know the books?” he asked. When she didn’t answer, it hit him. “Are you telling me you’re Ross Black?”
You laughed, “Yeah. Honestly, I thought you knew. I did kind of make it obvious.” You waited as he thought it over. “It’s basically you and all of the cool western lawmen and broken lead characters. Dean, Clint, you, Longmire. Rolled ‘em all up to make Hobart Gibson. Hell, I even gave him your physical description.”
“Hold on,” he raised his index finger at you as he drove. “I need to process this.”
You patiently waited for him to think it all through.
“So, you’re Nova Scott, who, from what I can tell since I’m not allowed to read the books, is on par with Nicholas Sparks and Danielle Steel, and have published however many of those…”
“...about a dozen,” you answered.
“A handful have been made into major motion pictures. Not only am I not in any of those movies, I’m also not the muse. And yet, every single one had some big name in it and made a shitload of money.”
“Are you telling me you want to do a romance movie?”
“No. …I don’t know… maybe?”
“Well, what do you think of Whiskey Hollow and Bart Gibson?” you asked. You’d spent a lot of time and energy getting the character just right.
Jensen looked at you a moment, “He’s a total badass. I love how salty he is, but is soft for Lill.” He paused, “You ever gonna get them together?”
“Do you think they should?” you already had it in the plans but you wanted to hear his opinion.
“She’s obviously in love with Bart.”
“It’s obvious?”
“Every time Bart goes to the diner, Lill personally makes his favorite sandwich and gives him a cookie. If she didn’t love him…”
“... no cookie?” you grinned.
“No cookie,” he tipped his head, his eyes still on the road. “Sugar was precious in the depression. You don’t just slip random people a cookie.”
“Unless she’s in love?”
“Unless she’s in love.”
“Is that why you give me ring-pops, ‘cause you’re in love with me?”
He looked directly at you before switching back to the road and back to you again, “Are you fucking with me right now?”
“Depends on your answer.”
“Have I given you more than one?”
“Jay, you don’t forget much. I know you remember.” There have been many over the years.
He sighed. “I knew it was a trap,” he muttered. “You already know I love you.”
You nodded, “I know that.”
“Is Bart going to make a move on Lill? Are you getting any movie options offers coming in?” he asked.
“Lillian isn’t going to make the first move, I can tell you that much. If he has any kind of warm fuzzies for her, he has to tell her. Cookies and ring-pops won’t cut it. They’re gestures, she wants to hear him say it.”
“He’s not going to say it just because she wants to hear it. If he’s going to tell her he’s in love with her, he’ll do it when he’s ready.”
“Nearly three decades isn’t enough time to work up the nerve?”
“I knew we weren’t talking about Bart and Lill anymore…” he let out a sound of annoyance.
“Who do you think Hobart and Lillian are, Jay?”
“We were only able to get together a few weeks ago. I hadn’t seen you in person in over three years. If we, you and I, are going to be together, I want to do things the right way and that means taking things one step at a time, getting familiar with each other again.”
“Don’t I get a say in this? Relationships are give and take and I feel like I’m doing all the giving. I left my job to come find you. I know I don’t need the job, but that isn’t the point. That’s a burnt bridge.”
“Just like you can’t demand I tell you I’m in love with you. If I want to say it, I will when I’m ready. Individually, you and I have been through too much shit to not try to give us the best shot possible and that’s exactly what I want to do. Are you going to do the same or are you going to keep fucking pushing?”
“Knowitall,” you grumbled.
“That’s rich coming from you.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you’re the same way. You’re one of the smartest people I know, but you also know you’re smart and don’t leave room for other people’s opinions.”
“Even if they’re wrong?”
“See?” he raised his index finger and wagged it in your direction. “That right there. That’s why it’s an opinion. Just because it’s different from yours, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”
“Oh really? You sure were vocal when you thought I was wrong about things,” you countered.
“When?! Examples.”
“Every single guy I dated was either an asshole or a douchebag, as you were all too happy to point out.”
“But they were douchebags and assholes. Knew from the start Grant was a manchild freeloader.”
“That may be true, but in that case, your opinion was irrelevant because he was my choice. And not all of them were bad guys, they just weren’t a good match for me.”
“And that’s what makes them douchebags.”
“You married the one I told you was a stuck-up, snobby-assed bitch. What’s really got a bug up your ass, Jay? Seems like we both made dumb choices in the name of love.”
He went silent. You weren’t entirely sure if you’d really made him mad or not. He had both hands on the wheel and slightly tipped back, the expression on his face was changing from annoyed to resolve over and over again.
“Jesus, I can see you thinking in there. You're gonna say what’s on your mind or do you need to pull over and walk it off?” your tone was still snotty.
He clenched his jaw and you decided, maybe too late, to shut up and cool off, yourself, while you rode in silence. He needed to do the same, you supposed. You forgot that he liked to take time to think things through. You should have known not to push him so hard. He needed the time to consider all options and you were more in the moment and needing immediate action.
“Hey,” you wanted to apologize, but the truck began to slow down. He might have needed to walk it off after all. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t say anything, he only pulled over and stopped the truck, putting it in park. He got out and you watched as he walked around the front and came to your door.
He flung open your door, “I take it back.”
Confused, you asked, “Take what back?”
“When I said we shouldn’t try to be together because of our careers. When I said it wasn’t “our time” I was full of shit then and I knew it. I wanted you. I always wanted you. I knew that Christmas at my parents’ house that I didn’t want to let you go. When you told my mom we were just friends? I didn’t like it. All of those boyfriends you had were douchebags because they weren’t me. No one would ever love you, or treat you as well as me.”
He stepped on the running board, leaned in and unbuckled your seatbelt, then turned your knees toward him as he stepped down.
“I should never have let you get on that airplane. I knew I was in love with you then, just like I’m in love with you still.”
He took off his sunglasses and looked up at you in the truck.
Your hands went to his face and neck, touching him wherever you could reach.
“Promise me one thing?” he asked.
“Anything,” you whispered.
“Never be away more than a couple days,” he said.
You nodded.
“Honey, I need you to say it.”
You slid to the edge of the seat and out of the truck. Jensen kept his hands on you, helping you down to the ground, his arms around your waist.
“My sweet boy, I promise, never to be away more than a couple days,” you managed to say while looking into his beautiful green eyes.
The intensity that Jensen exuded could often be overwhelming or scary depending on the situation. He wasn’t one to throw away words. He said what he meant. He was in love with you.
His forehead rested on yours as you stroked his head and neck. “I could never give my whole heart to someone because you had it, Jensen, my whole heart, since the day we met. I was so scared I would never see you again. I cried when we left the hotel, just like I did when I got on the airplane. I shouldn’t have left.”
If he hadn’t been holding you so tightly to his body, you might have started crying. As it was, you felt like you could barely breathe. Putting words to feelings you’d held down so firmly and for so long seemed to have robbed you of oxygen. It was amazing to finally be able to say it out loud and to the man you’d loved since he was a boy.
He tipped his head down and to the side, his lips meeting yours with subdued passion. The occasional car driving by reminded you both you were still in public. Jensen had been extremely private in his relationship with Danneel. Making out with him on the side of the road felt somewhat out of character. It wasn’t until the last car that went by and honked their horn that he decided to come up for air.
“We’ll finish this later,” he said.
“Jay,” you stopped him. He came back to you, his hand cupping your face. “I’m sorry for pushing too hard. I didn’t mean to upset you, that was the last thing I wanted. I just get hyper aware of what I want and get too focused on it.”
“Mhm,” he grumbled, “you’re forgiven.” He gave you a quick peck.
“Hey Jay, remember when we did the photobooth?” He nodded, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I was really glad to have you as a friend, but that’s also when you were more than a friend. No one has ever been good enough since then, because, whether I knew it or not, I was in love with you, too.”
“Now you’re just sucking up so you can see my half of the photo strip.”
“Please, can I see it? I didn’t even know you still had it,” you said. “I didn’t take you for that kind of sentimentality.”
He went to the back of the truck and hopped in with his usual athletic grace that still irritated the crap out of you. He barely put any effort into staying fit. Minimal cardio, minimal weight training, and he was good at everything. He went to the box you hadn’t even noticed he’d put on the truck. It was inside a bungee’d bin and he pulled out the box you’d seen at the cabin with “Nova” written on it. Sliding the box to the end, you were there to open the tailgate and join him when he sat down.
He opened the box for you to see all of the contents loose inside. Most of the letters that he kept were in their envelopes and only a few loose cards and pages. He’d kept a few things you’d given him, including a bottle of sand from the lake trip when you were kids, to the trinket you won at the arcade in Dallas. Something caught your eye at the bottom of the box, though.
“Are you kidding me right now?” you couldn’t believe your eyes. You immediately recognize the white and black material and black nylon straps.
“I guess it wasn’t so bad after all,” he shrugged.
“Now I know why you wouldn’t let me dig in the box at the cabin,” you said. “But why now? And how did you even sneak this out of my apartment? How did you find it?”
“When I was looking for stuff that belonged to fuckface to throw out. I had a moment of weakness. Look inside,” he said.
After you unzipped the main pouch, you looked inside to find a piece of folded paper. Opening it, you saw what might have been the first letter you ever wrote Jensen. You remembered the aquatic stationery that you’d been so happy to find. In the folds of the paper was the bottom half of the photo strip. The edges were worn and some of the edges of the pictures were damaged, but the important parts were still there.”
“I think you were laughing at some dumb face I was making. And that bottom one, that’s my favorite,” he said, shyly. “You still look at me like that, you know.”
It was the picture of your forehead on his that got you, the bottom picture. Your face had a happy smile, your hand on his chest next to his neck and your other arm around his shoulders. The look on his face and the body language of you both spoke volumes. You put the picture down and looked up at him, speechless.
“I thought about it… kissing you… really wished you had tried. I was too shy and scared of your dad to make a move,” he admitted.
You wiped your eyes, “Honestly, I wish I had too, but I was too scared and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing to even attempt it.”
“Me either,” he admitted, “but I was willing to find out, if you were.”
You couldn’t stop looking at the pictures. The top half was in your house and you’d seen them many times, but the bottom half was so different. There was an undeniable shift in the bottom. The top was just two kids having a good time. The bottom was two kids having a very intimate moment.
Jensen started putting things back in the box and gently took the photo strip from you. “Alright, let’s just pretend you didn’t see those.”
“Nope, too late. I already know the truth.”
“What’s that?”
You watched him put the box back in the bin and secure the bungee cords.
“Despite years of blatant denial, you are, in fact, a hopeless romantic, Jensen Ackles.”
He hopped down from the truck bed and stood directly in front of you, pushing your knees apart to stand closer. You locked your legs around him as your fingertips went under his shirt to caress his warm belly. His skin shuddered at your touch, his breath catching.
“Sweetheart… you tryin’a jump my bones on the side of the road?” he asked, not hating it.
“Maybe.”
“How long to your house?”
You eased up on him, but it was hard to not keep going.
“Not sure, but I think we’re at least four hours away, still,” you said.
“Grab on,” he said, then quickly added, “around my neck.”
You did as he asked, then he did the rest and carried you to the passenger side of the truck where he put you down. He did it like it was nothing, not even so much as a grunt. He took a moment to give your ass a smack before moving on to close the tailgate and get back inside the cab of the truck.
When you were back on the highway, your mind went back to Bart and Lill.
“Jay…I do need to talk to you about Whiskey Hollow and…” you trailed off. It wasn’t like one of your books hadn’t been turned into a movie before, but this time was different.
“Shoot,” he replied.
“You do like the series, right? And the characters? I mean, I did write Bart for you, specifically…” you really needed the validation from him.
“Yeah, I really do. Bart isn’t strictly me or any of the people you mentioned, but an amalgamation. I like him a lot. A good man who does the best he can and isn’t perfect. Bart’s backstory is good and it definitely explains why he is the way he is.” He gave you a pointed look, “I’d tell you if I thought it was shit.”
“Okay, good. Please always give me your honest opinion… when it’s work-related.”
“And if it’s not work-related?”
You smiled, “I always look good in whatever outfit I choose.”
He nodded once, “That won’t be a problem.”
“So… my agent was begging me to write a script for Whiskey Hollow rather than have another writer do it. She wants to shop it around to studios and see if anyone will pick it up. But I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’ve never written a script before and have no clue about what’s important. I want to do a good job and I need your help. I don’t want to embarrass myself, especially on my own story.”
“You won’t embarrass yourself,” he said. “Alright, hit me. How can I help?”
Over the next two hours, you wrote as fast as your brain and hands would allow. Thankfully, you’d adapted a shorthand method that made getting your flow of words out quickly without losing anything. Eventually, Jensen needed to pull over for gas and you both took the opportunity to use the restroom and grab some food for the ride, especially since you were sure there wasn’t anything to eat at your house.
“What’s all this?” he pointed at your purchases on the counter.
“Milk. Bread. Jelly. Peanut butter. Chips,” you said. “Pretty standard stuff.”
“How are we going to make sandwiches in the truck?”
“Very carefully.”
You pointed him in the direction of the paper plates and plastic cutlery to complete your grocery shopping. You paid for all of the food and gas for this stop and were back on the road fairly quickly after. Jensen held out the keys to you and told you he needed a nap. Gladly, you took the keys and got comfy in his truck. It never failed to amaze you at how quickly he could shut off his brain and go to sleep. Before he was totally out, you let him know you needed to make some calls and he gave you a thumbs-up without opening his eyes.
When you got your earbuds in, you pushed a button on your phone, then said, “Call Jen.”
She picked up on the third ring.
“Where the hell have you been?!”
“I told you,” you spoke quietly, “I needed to find Jensen.”
“That was almost a month ago, Y|N.”
“It took a minute.”
“Does that mean you found his fine ass?” Jen asked.
“I sure did,” you still kept your voice low. “About three weeks ago.”
“Three weeks ago?! So you found him almost right away? What the hell were you doing? Were you doing him?”
“Shh! Yes, we were making up for lost time. I’m with him right now, in his truck, and we’re going to my house. I know I don’t have to remind you, but please keep this quiet. We’re going to need to go to Texas at some point.”
Jen was only just beginning to process what you’d told her. “How was the sex? Was he any good? Did you scream?”
“Jen!”
“I can hear your friend,” Jensen said, quietly.
“Oh my god, he can hear you,” the blush quickly rose to your cheeks.
“No, go ahead, tell her. I want to hear your answer,” he paused. “Tell the truth,” he cracked open an eye.
“I’ll talk to you later, Jen,” you were mortified. “I need to call Janice, too.”
You disconnected the call and turned down the volume in your earbuds. You were about to call your manager, but Jensen was curious.
“Well?” he asked.
“Do you really want me to tell you?” you countered, hoping he would drop it.
“I can take constructive criticism,” he said.
You decided to just say it. “You are the only person to crack the code. A few have gotten close, but you… are masterful,” you couldn’t bear to look at him.
He gave a sleepy little fist pump and grin before crossing his arms over his chest again and closing his eyes. You waited a good twenty minutes before you attempted to call your agent, Jan. The two of you discussed the books you had going and what you’d been doing, then caught her up to the details about the script she wanted you to write.
“Sweetie,” she began, “you know I love that you have two secret identities, but you need to give me more to do. You have phenomenal numbers in BOTH fan bases. When will you let me get you on TV for some promotion? We really need an author reveal. Also, I have a big-wig on the hook for your script, really need you to get that to me as soon as you can, sweets.”
“I promise, I’m making progress. I bought the software. I have a consultant. I just need a few moments peace to crank the sucker out,” you liked Jan a lot, but there were times you wanted to kick her, not super, hard, but enough to leave a bruise.
“What would it take to get you out on a promotion circuit?”
“A miracle.”
“Pretend I’m a magic genie. If we’re gonna do a reveal, let’s go big,” she said.
“I have conditions,” you said.
“Lay ‘em on me, sweetie. Genie Jan is ready,” she said.
“If you manage to sucker someone into buying the script… if the studio or producers give the green light… I will do TV with whomever is cast as Bart. I want it noted with emphasis that Jensen Ackles should be strongly considered for Bart. He is, after all, whom I was thinking of when writing Bart. I will do Seth Meyers with Jensen.”
“Jensen Ackles? Are you sure? Isn’t he kind of imploding right now? Aren’t they still looking for him?” Jan asked.
“He’s on my wishlist, Jan. He is the one who should play Bart,” you reiterated.
“Sweetie, I understand. I just want the best possible outcome.”
“Anyway, I’m sure he’ll be found soon. That woman’s story isn’t ringing true, either. I think she was just trying to scam money out of him.”
“And you want Seth Meyers? Why not one of the Jimmy’s?” she asked.
“I’m a fan and I dated a Jimmy, It didn’t go well. Besides, Seth is funny and the only late night show I’ll watch,” you explained.
“If I can get you on Seth’s show, you’ll do it and not back out?”
“My conditions are simple. I will do it, but it must be like that.”
“Alright, I can work with that,” she said.
You ended the call shortly after that and felt a lot better about things moving forward, not just with your career, but also with Jensen. When you did get home, you were going to look into that “hussy”, as Donna called her, and see what you could find out, maybe enlist the help of Shelley. You just wanted to ask the woman why she was targeting Jensen. You drove on in silence thinking of all the things you wanted and needed to do when you got to the house. Before you knew it, you were driving 25 mph down the main drag of your hometown and Jensen stirred awake at the speed change.
As you got closer to your old apartment, you looked up and noted the light was on in the living room.
“Mom is still up,” you looked at the clock, 10:09 PM.
Jensen looked up at the windows as you stopped for the stop light. “It’s weird not going to your apartment.”
“I know. Before today, now, it didn’t bother me, but it does feel strange.” The light changed and you drove on toward the bridge. “I hope you like my house, though. I did a couple things with you in mind.”
“You did?”
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s for me, too, but I thought you’d find them appealing,” you said.
“You didn’t have to do that. Your apartment was great though,” he said. Curiosity got the better of him, “What things?”
“I’ll give you a tour when we get there,” you said, crossing the bridge that went over the river. “I’ve had to buy a lot of stuff just to maintain the land, it’s ridiculous, and I had to have out buildings built. I’m a proper adult.”
He snorted, “Do you use the equipment?”
Sometimes it was annoying how he could see through your bullshit so easily. “Sometimes. Shut up!” you laughed. “I hired a guy I went to school with to come out to mow and plow once a week and as needed. I use the mower to keep my trail growth down and the snowblower is hella cool.”
Jensen just stared at you as you turned onto your road.
“Stop looking at me like that, weirdo,” you pulled up to the gate and entered the, very particular to you and Jensen, code. You’d embraced your secret life, the one where you were a notable author with a hot and famous best friend, who had become your boyfriend. It was something like your own inside joke. If anyone had ever guessed how you were able to buy land and build a house, no one ever said anything to you. You found most people didn’t ask questions if they got paid well for their work and you were a generous tipper. Every little bit helps.
The gate came to life and rolled open, enhancing the anticipation. You really wanted him to like what you had created. When it opened and you pulled ahead and stopped for it to close before moving on. The driveway to your house was lit with small lights to lead the way. The house itself wasn’t visible from the road and you followed the driveway to the left and through the trees around a small hill. After the trees, the land opened up into a clearing where your house stood. Every time you drove through the trees and the house appeared, it struck you that the modern appearance of the home was so well complimented by its surroundings.
“Whoa. That’s… I don’t even know what…” Jensen sputtered.
“Good, though, right?” you were quite proud of your home.
“Yeah, I like it. I honestly didn’t know what to expect.”
You pulled around to the side where the garage doors were and parked in front of the middle door. When you hopped out and went to the hidden keypad by the door, Jensen crawled into the driver’s seat and pulled into the open garage space when the door fully opened. You went to the inside control panel to close the garage and turn on the lights.
The stark white interior was nearly blinding from driving in the dark for so long. Jensen had gotten out of the truck by then and was looking all around the inside of the garage. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on the classic car in the third stall.
“What have we here?” he said, admiring the car.
He was about to cup his hands around his eyes to peek in the window when you said, “My dad’s car.”
Jensen immediately stood up straight without touching the car in the third stall. “Your dad’s?”
You nodded, “Mhm. I started looking for it before the pandemic. It was a bitch to do, but my aunt works in the treasurer’s office and hooked me up with the VIN. Made it a lot easier to track down.”
“Wait, this is his actual car?” You nodded. “How long was it gone? And what condition was it in when you got it?”
You sighed heavily. “It was in pretty bad shape. Dad sold it before I was even born. He loved it.” It was impossible to not be a little sad and a lot mad. You had put these details in letters you’d sent to Jensen in Austin. “She kept a lot more from you than I thought… I put all of this in the mail, Jay.” You tried to keep the anger out of your voice, but you knew it seeped in. If anything, you understood why she did it. You and Jensen were so close, but it still made you mad since you both had tried so hard to stay platonic.
He stood silent for a few moments, “Alright. Can we go inside and talk about this?”
He grabbed the bags out of the truck and followed you inside. You led him through the laundry room and into the main house. You noticed he looked around to take everything in. The house itself wasn’t huge, but you’d also gotten creative with the design. Hidden spaces, secret doors, everything you’d ever wanted in a house when you were a kid.
Jensen put the bags on the counter in the kitchen and started putting things away. You got out a couple plates and started making the two of you something to eat. Silently, you handed him a plate with a pb&j on it.
He sighed loudly, “I asked her if she – misplaced anything from you. She denied it. It wasn’t just her jealousy. It was the lying and manipulation that hurt the most. I’m ashamed to say that I started to believe it. There was a lot more I wasn’t even aware of.” He took a bite of the sandwich. “I asked what her relationship with Dan was,” he continued. “She insisted nothing was going on and that he was stalking her.”
“Did you believe her?”
“At that point, I didn’t know what was real and what was a lie. After that, I knew not to trust her word.”
“I wouldn’t believe a single word that comes out of her mouth in the future, either.” Jensen looked at you with an expression that told you he was done for the moment.
“Finish up and I’ll show you around the house,” you told him.
He took another bite and talked with his mouth full, “All I’m interested in is the bedroom.”
“Your mother will be shocked at your table manners, sir,” you said. “Also, you’re a perv.”
“Stop. You’re the perv. I was sweet and innocent until I met you,” he countered.
“So now it’s my fault you’re like this?”
“I said what I said,” he smirked, looking you over, his eyes resting on his favorite places.
You didn’t know what to say either to his words, or his scrutiny. “Alright then,” was all you could muster.
Jensen woke you up in the morning in the most pleasant way. Eventually, you both made use of your extra large, spa shower. You couldn’t help but stare at him. You stood in the shower and stretched as the hot water ran over your body. You could see the reflection of Jensen behind you at the 2nd separate shower. He was already looking at you like you were his next meal…again. You turned to face him and returned the gaze. He’d always been fit, but the muscle he’d put on for The Boys, and the work on the mountain had maintained it, was something to behold. He stood staring back at you as he washed his torso, a little, pleased smile on his face.
“You’re staring,” he noticed.
You rinsed your hair, “It’s like looking at a marble statue.” You stepped across the stall to where he stood, reaching out to trace the lines of the muscles on his arms, shoulders, and torso. “Are you going to keep these?”
He stepped backwards into the water to rinse the soap. Stepping forward again, he flexed a little, “You like ‘em?”
“I don’t mind ‘em. It’s kinda hot, but you’re just hot anyway,” you said. Your fingers traced the ‘V’ that formed at his waist, loving the sounds it elicited from him. “Love the hair and beard, too. The beard needs a bit of a trim, but still, dirty hot look for you definitely works for me.”
“Depends on the next role, but the beard is driving me crazy. Takes too much damn time to maintain. Same with this mop,” he said finishing up his routine. He suspected if he didn’t get out of the shower soon, they would need to wash up again.
“Such little butt, though. Nice shape. Not flat, but little,” you observed.
You turned to grab your conditioner and Jensen shut off the water on his side.
“Do you want me to keep it?” he asked.
“It’s good for ‘sports’ but I would have climbed that scrawny kid I knew way back in the day,” you said. “That sounds terrible.”
“Not everyone can have a perfect ass like you,” he said and gave your butt a solid smack, the sound amplified by your surroundings.
Reeling, not only from the stinging of your buttock, but also from the rush of heat to your lady parts. Rubbing the now hot skin on your butt, you called after him, “I still have you!”
He just laughed and added, “Touche!” as he wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom. Almost as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, something felt off. His clothes were in the bedroom and needed to grab the bag. Brushing the feeling aside, he walked through her closet into the bedroom. His peripheral vision caught the small dark figure near the door at the same time as a soft gasp met his ears, making him freeze in his tracks. His hand immediately went to his towel to make sure it didn’t go anywhere.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my daughter’s house?” the woman asked.
He pushed his shaggy hair back off his forehead with his free hand and turned to look at Y|N’s tiny mother.
“Hi Deb,” he said, feeling very, very self-aware as it took her a moment to recognize him.
“J-Jensen?! Oh my god!” She quickly covered her eyes. “I didn’t know you kids were back in town. I was just coming over to check on the house, water the mail and check the plants. Oh god, you know what I mean! Where’s Y|N?”
If it had been happening to anyone else, he might have found it funny how Y|N clearly got some of her more amusing traits from her mother. Instead, he was beyond mortified that her mother had now seen him nearly naked and obviously sleeping with her daughter. “Finishing up in the shower,” he hated the awkward pause. Pointing back toward the bathroom, he said, “I’m just going to go…” he trailed off and took long strides back through the closet to the bathroom.
Y|N was out of the shower in a robe and was putting her hair up in a towel when he walked in.
“Babe,” he waited for her to look up. “Your mom is here,” he pointed, “IN your room.”
You looked at Jensen and how pink he looked and nearly naked. One plush towel was the only thing saving his modesty. The image of your disheveled bed flashed into your mind’s eye and you’d obviously just gotten out of the shower right after Jensen.
“I guess I don’t have to tell her we’re together,” you chuckled.
“Do you have another one of those robes?” he asked.
You shook your head. “I’ll be right back,” you told him and gave him a quick kiss. “Don’t worry, Mom loves you.”
Quickly, you went to your room and gave your mom the “one second” hand signal, grabbed Jensen’s bag and took it to the bathroom for him. He mouthed a relieved “thank you” and took the bag from you. Back out in your room, your mom was still standing by the door waiting for you to return.
“Oh my god, honey, I didn’t know you were both here. I came in through the front door, I didn’t even know you were home. What happened out there? Is he okay? I think we were both pretty shocked,” she said all at once.
Your mom was well aware of what had been going on in Jensen’s personal life. Donna and she still talked fairly regularly. “It’s okay, Mom, he’ll live,” you chuckled. Your mom had a funny smile on her face. “How about you? Are you okay? Did you get an eyeful?” you teased.
She put her hand on your arm, “Honey.”
“I know,” you chuckled again.
“So you two got together finally?” She looked hopeful.
You smirked and thought of all the inappropriate things to say. “Yeah, we’re finally going to give ‘us’ a try. Please, don’t make a thing of it. I don’t want to jinx anything.”
“Y|N!” she smacked your arm. Her eyes went wide then a little teary.
“You’re making it weird,” you told her. “He wants me to go with him to Texas and wherever else he needs to go. Guess I can quit the grocery store now.”
“You could have anyway. You don’t need that job at all,” she reminded you.
“I like the structure,” you told her.
“You know, I tried to call you.”
“I know. Soldier Boy threw me in the river and it was in my pocket,” you explained. “I made him buy me a new one.”
“Soldier Boy?”
“The reason he looks Hulked out. He was at his batcave and the physical work kept the muscle. It’s kinda hot.”
“I’ll say,” she mumbled.
“I’m telling him you said that.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Okay,” you laughed. “We’ll meet you downstairs, okay?”
You shuffled her out the door and gently closed it behind her. When you heard her on the steps, you went back to your bathroom. Jensen stood in there, fully dressed, looking like he was finding stuff to do until it was safe for him to step out.
“Smells expensive in here. Did you try all of my products, or just the ones that you thought smelled nice?” you asked.
He was studying the bottles of perfume. Finding the one he was looking for, he picked it up and showed it to you saying, “This one is my favorite. Warm and spicy, like you.”
“That’s my favorite, too,” you admitted. It was one you had found in one of the little shops near your hotel when you visited him in Rome. “I told my mom we would come down to talk with her. She’s going to want to know what the plan is for Texas and after.” You took the bottle of perfume from him and opened your robe to spray it on your body and put it back on the vanity.
“If we make it out of this room,” he said, snaking his hands inside the robe and pulling you to him. His hands moved over your bare skin.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Ackles,” you warned him.
His full lips met yours, parting for his tongue to gently mingle with yours, stoking the embers that seemed to always be threatening to ignite around him. His right hand went up your back between your shoulder blades while his left reached down to grasp your ‘perfect’ flesh. Your heart raced in your chest despite the somewhat tender moment. He broke the kiss, but held you still, not wanting to fully break the moment.
“Love you like crazy, Nova,” his eyes were closed, forehead touching yours.
Despite the heat from your body and his, his deep voice and breath on your face gave you goosebumps. “Love you so much, my sweet boy.” You smiled with your eyes closed as your hand went up the back of his neck.
“You better put some clothes on before we go down,” he said, sounding a little like Dean, his lips brushing your forehead before he kissed you.
He left you standing there in a little daze to collect yourself and get ready as quickly as you could to meet with your mother.
Mercifully, by the time you and Jensen went down to the kitchen, your mother had rallied and was pretending like she hadn’t just seen Jensen nearly naked. She was looking through the cupboards for something.
“Honey, where’s your Keurig pods?” she asked after hearing you enter the kitchen, but she still kept opening cupboard doors.
You went to the pantry and showed her what you had for your selections.
“You don’t have any coffee?” she asked.
“I only keep that around for you. When you were here last, you used the last one. We only got here last night, so I haven’t gone to the store yet.”
You thought you heard a grumble from behind you.
“I didn’t know you would be here either,” you said over your shoulder to Jensen.
“Well, how long are you kids going to be in town? Do you want to put in an order at the store? I could go pick it up for you,” she offered.
You moved to the end of the island to stand next to where Jensen was sitting.
“We haven’t really talked about how long we will be here. Jensen needs to go back to Texas to deal with some stuff and I want to go with him. We’re not in a huge rush to get down there, but we do need to go, soonish.”
Jensen nodded. “We didn’t get much of a chance to talk about it on the way here. I was thinking we could ease into it. Take care of as much as we can here, then go down, maybe in a week or less.”
“I think it’s going to be crazy once we get into the full swing of your career,” you looked at him.
“Um, your career is doing pretty well. I’ll probably be the one keeping up with you,” he said.
Your mom looked at you with wide eyes. “Are you going to go public? You, Y|N, with who you really are? I mean about your writing.”
You nodded. “At some point. That’ll make my manager and agent very happy…and publisher.”
Your mom clasped her hands together. “Oh thank god. Please do it soon! It has been so hard to keep this a secret for so long, especially from your brother. I think he suspects something but I don’t know what.”
“Drug dealer,” you joked.
Jensen perked up, “You didn’t tell him that, did you?”
“No,” you admitted, “but he probably thinks that.”
“No, he doesn’t,” your mom admonished, “but he will draw that conclusion soon if you don’t tell him soon. He wondered how you were able to build this house. So far, he’s buying your NRC cover.”
“The government pays well,” you noted.
“Be that as it may, you’ve got to at least tell your brother the truth,” she said.
“So he can ask for even more money?” you grumbled. “It would be one thing if it weren’t so frequent.”
“I’ll handle him, even if you don’t tell him. His feelings will be hurt if you don’t tell him before you go public.”
You looked at Jensen. He shrugged, “Deb has a point.”
“Yeah, I know,” you admitted. It had been a long time since it all began. He didn’t really ‘deserve’ to know, in your opinion, but he should know, you supposed. “I guess I better make a to-do list of shit to get done while we’re here.”
“I know, and he’s terrible about keeping a secret. Anyway, I should go,” your mom said. “You two probably have a lot to take care of while you’re here.” She picked up her purse. “Let me know if you need me to run any errands for you.”
“Thanks, Mom,” you said.
She patted Jensen’s shoulder, “I was always rooting for you kiddo. I’m happy for you both.”
Your mom was going to leave it at that, but Jensen turned toward her. “Thanks, Deb,” he said and hugged her. “I feel like we’ve gotten closer today.”
They parted and your mom was blushing again.
“I’m so sorry, I was just so surprised,” she said.
Jensen chuckled, “Don’t worry about it. It was good to see you.”
“It was good to see you, too,” she said innocently. Then the realization of the double meaning washed over her features before she practically ran to the door.
“Now I understand where you get it,” Jensen smiled.
“She’s my mom, not blind. She’s always appreciated a hot guy,” you told him. You reached out to touch his neck. “This grizzly look is working, big time.”
“I don’t know if I can wait for Texas to get this cut. Do you have any scissors, razors, clippers or anything?” he asked.
“I do, but you’re getting the dullest ones I have,” you told him. You sighed, “We can probably get some at the store when we get groceries.”
You could feel the cosmic pressure to get back to work coming from your agent, publisher, and manager. You gave Jensen a quick tour of the house but you eventually ended up at your desk in your office. You tapped the ctrl button a few times to wake up your system. Jensen left for a few moments while you opened your emails. You knew he’d noticed your secret, but you waited and kept reading.
After you answered a couple emails, Jensen reappeared to ask, “What’s with this wall?”
You tried to look confused, “It’s a bookshelf? I think I need one of those cool rolling ladder things.”
“You should definitely do that,” he pointed a finger at you for emphasis, but turned back toward the wall of shelves. “But…something is off…”
“What do you mean? Is something out of place?” you got up to join him. He was so close to discovering your secret.
Jensen scanned the shelves until his eyes fell on a book that seemed out of place from the others.
“Nova, you are the coolest chick I’ve ever known.” He stepped forward and tipped his head to the side to read the spine of one of the books. “Aerospace Engineering. Now I know you do a lot of research, and are smart as hell, but I read all of the Whiskey Hollow books and Bart wasn’t engineering shit.”
“Okay, smartass. How about you check the inside cover. It’s inscribed to me,” you gave him a playful shove.
Jensen reached for the top of the book to pull it off the shelf. When he grasped the top corner of the book and began to pull, there was a soft click and the bookshelf moved.
“No you did not do a secret library door! Where does it go? Can I go in? There isn’t a trapdoor for me to fall through is there? I can’t believe you Scooby-Doo’d your office.”
You went to the bookcase and pushed on the right side while pulling on the left. The bookcase moved easily and quietly opened like a regular door. It locked into the open position and the lights inside the room turned on to reveal both a spiral staircase going down and a room you had turned into a quiet office for your zoom meetings. It worked great for the meetings where you needed to focus and not get distracted, looking out the window.
It was cute to watch him. He looked like a kid in a candy store. The walls in the open space of the room were covered in a mural of muted greens and grays, displaying a misty forest scene and the lighting was adjustable to your mood.
Jensen stuck his head inside the booth and poked around looking at the mic and camera, but his eyes kept going toward the staircase.
“There is a trapdoor next to the staircase, but it isn’t a drop door,” you said as you motioned to the stairs, “After you, sir.”
Jensen went to the spiral staircase and looked down into the darkness.
“Make sure you use the handrail,” you told him.
Eager to discover more surprises, he rested his hand on the rail and began the descent. The lights turned on and got brighter as he went down each step. He immediately stopped, lifted his hands and took another stop to test his theory. He then ran his hands up and down the rails and the lights dimmed or brightened with the motions.
“Coo-ooo-ool,” he said then ambled all the way down the stairs which ended facing directly into the big surprise you’d incorporated into your house, just for him. “You did this for me?”
He went to look at each guitar, instrument and piece of equipment you had gathered for his in-home recording studio.
“How? Why? Babe… this is too much,” he said, though his voice was still far away, exploring and marveling at the gift.
“I hoped,” you began, “I hoped, that someday, you would be here and could use it. And… that you and I would be where we are now… You probably don’t even know you sing along to the radio, like, all the time. If you’re not singing, it’s humming. I wanted you to have a place like this where you could be creative if you wanted to. You never know when inspiration might hit.”
He was still quiet looking at things, “I tried to involve you in this, but I called some guys you know and they helped me pick out the right pieces and equipment,” you explained. “I didn’t mean for this to be a surprise. I just wanted you to be happy here. Happy to come visit.”
Jensen put down the acoustic guitar he’d been strumming and crossed the floor to where you stood watching him. He stood over you looking down into your eyes. You saw they had gone a deep green color as he looked into yours. His hands cupped your face and neck as he spoke softly to you.
“I want you to hear me and take this to heart, my Nova, as long as you’re with me, I’m a happy guy. I hope I never made you feel like I didn’t want to be around you. Hell, I even asked you to move closer to me,” he pulled you to him, his lips pressing to yours, one arm around you, the other touching your face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t around when you needed me, but I promise, I’m all yours.” He turned his head to the side, leaning down to kiss you again.
He broke the kiss but didn’t pull away. You were still floating somewhere close to heaven with your eyes still closed.
“It was Steve, wasn’t it?” his voice rumbled, breath on your face. His fingertip traced your lower lip.
“Steve who?” you were in a love daze.
“Carlson,” he kissed your jaw near your ear.
“Mhm,” you ran your hand through his hair, “and Jason, too.”
He moved to your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “You’re mine.”
“They really liked helping me,” you prodded. “They’ve even been here before you. …and stayed overnight.”
“Never again,” he said against your neck, his beard scratching your skin.
“You’re not jealous, are you?” you asked, playfully.
The way he rocked and swayed with your body, it almost felt like you were dancing.
“You’ll never have to wonder where I am, or how much I love you, ever again,” he said.
“Why are you so sweet to me?”
“I give back what I receive,” he said simply, kissing you softly. “You set a high bar.”
You composed yourself and remembered you needed to get back to work.
“Hey, give it all a try and the amps. I won’t be able to hear a thing with the soundproofing,” you went back toward the stairs. “I really need to get back to work.”
He gave you a look of longing, but also a thumbs-up as a signal that he heard you and was already looking at his options. When you got upstairs, you left open the bookcase so you could hear him anyway. He could sing the alphabet and you would want to hear him. Steve and Jason had both been at your house at the same time for one visit and they had their own little jam session down there to test out all of the equipment. With all of the soundproofing, being in the basement, and closing the bookcase, you’d forgotten they were even there until they emerged several hours later.
Once you’d gotten resettled at your desk, you were disappointed to find that your unread emails and open documents were still there, unread and unfinished. Resolving to at least get through your emails, you trained your focus to your computer screen.
When the emails were all read and responses sent, you decided to take a break at your desk and listen to the music coming from below. You heard the last of “The Sounds of Someday” before he started “City Grown Willow”.
The lyrics to “City Grown Willow” had always resonated with you and you didn’t know why. It just felt like it was mean for your ears. It just hit differently now. The video he and Steve had done… the lyrics… it was almost like he’d been calling out to you with the song. You passed off the notion as wishful thinking and got back to work on the screenplay. It would be the introduction of Hobart and Lillian to the viewers who may not be familiar with the books, but also, you wanted to stay somewhat true to the first book, while assuming the viewers half-way know what’s going on in the universe.
The software package you bought was a life-saver and you were flying through pages and pages of script. Dialog had always been easy for you. Hearing the character’s voices had always been very clear for you. Thankfully, describing setting didn’t need to be wildly descriptive and it was the content of the scenes that were more important.
Whiskey Hollow had lived in your mind for years, but it was somewhat difficult to reintroduce the characters because they had come so far since the beginning. Thankfully, you still had your written notes and outlines from your original book and that was an incredible help. With your notes handy, you wouldn’t reveal too much, too soon.
It wasn’t until Jensen arrived with a bowl of cereal and a drink that you realized how much time had passed or that he’d even left the studio.
“Figured you might need that,” he said, pulling up a chair to eat with you.
“I’m sorry, Jay, I got in a groove and I had to go with it,” you explained.
“No worries,” he waved you off. “I got carried away down there, too. You did great with it. Whole thing,” he waved his hand in a circle, “A plus.”
“Well, you can thank Jason and Steve. They were a big help.”
“It was your idea. So I’m thanking you. I can’t believe you did that.”
You only shrugged. It didn’t seem extreme to you. You’d only wanted a space for Jensen to be creative in a way you knew he would love and not be held back by anything it could be lacking…but you did realize the truth of it.
“I think that, though my brain knew we were not a couple, my heart didn’t listen and wanted…to express my love for you,” you couldn’t believe you admitted it out loud. “Some people’s love language is touch, mine is outlandish gifts.”
He nodded as he chewed his cereal. “I know you don’t love people touching you, pretty much ever, but I love that you let me. Touch is my language and… it makes me feel important, special, that you shower me with your attention.” He took another bite of cereal, “I put a lot of what’s going on in here,” he tapped his temple, “into the songs I write with Steve. It’s not a love language, exactly, but… it also is.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you’ve heard me perform. I’ve seen your vinyls of mine…” he was getting shy. “Do you have a favorite song?”
“Off My Mind,” you answered quickly.
Jensen smiled, “Yeah, that’s a good one. We ran with that one. I was feeling a certain kind of way with that one.”
“Did you write that?”
“It was mostly Steve, but I put in my two cents. Any others, maybe off volume 2?” he asked.
““City Grown Willow”,” you answered.
“"City Grown Willow" is about you,” he said simply.
“What?”
“Us,” he said, pointing back and forth between you and himself.
When you just sat staring at him in confusion and disbelief, he continued, “That video call, that one in December 2019.”
“The one where you didn’t get my spot on Edna Mode impression?”
“I know who she is now. Good movie.”
“I know…”
“Can I tell you this or not?”
“I’m sorry, please, go on,” you chuckled.
“After that call, it kicked things in motion. You were on my mind a lot and I needed time to process. Wrote the song to kind of push things out and into being.”
You remembered that call quite well and what he’d just said made you ask, “So talking to me made you realize that you had love feelings for me. You tried to stay with Dee, ultimately divorcing. Then you write the song. Then you go out and shag everything with boobs. Get into a situation. Text me the most cryptic text you’ve ever sent, and that’s saying something, and went into hiding hoping I would come find you.”
“When you put it like that, it doesn’t sound as good. We can edit that when our grandkids ask us about our story.”
“We’re having grandkids?”
Jensen shrugged and took a drink of the milk in his bowl. “We’ve been ‘shagging’ like rabbits for weeks…I know I wasn’t using anything, were you?”
“Holy crap,” you said. “I didn’t even think about it. I’m getting a little – seasoned. We better get to the store and pick up some tests, just in case. I didn’t think you wanted kids, Jay.”
“I didn’t think I did. I didn’t think it would be a good idea until now,” he said.
“What changed your mind?” you wanted to know.
“The right partner,” he answered. He seemed apprehensive, “I want you to know it’s okay if we don’t. I know you went through stuff with Dan…”
“For the record, before you say more, you came for me when I needed you, too. And while I was very sad to lose that pregnancy, I didn’t want to have a child with him. I felt really guilty about that for a long time, but I knew he wasn’t the one.”
“--are we doing this?” he asked.
“I don’t know. This is kind of out of nowhere, Jay. I don’t even know if my body can handle it at this point. What if I decide you’re a douchebag and kick you to the curb? What if I’m not the best thing since sliced bread and you decide you want soup?”
“Sweetheart, I’m a sandwich guy and that’s not gonna change. Not now, not ever,” he said with finality.
“You’re such a dork, though! Oh my god. What if I’m pregnant right now and this kid gets your sense of humor? I don’t know if I could take it from two of you!”
“You’d love it,” he said playfully.
You avoided his gaze for a few moments, feeling a little overwhelmed. You hadn’t even thought about your cycle since before you left. You didn’t even know if you could have kids at this point in your life. It was possible, of course, but risky. “Jay, let’s not rush things, okay? I… I’m a little skittish after everything. Dan and Grant and all of the other disasters, I just… they all cheated on me and treated me like shit, used me for whatever reason… As my friend, I trust you implicitly…”
“I understand,” he raised a hand, as though to indicate, ‘say no more’. “I don’t want to rush either. I’m just saying if it happens, I’m going to be happy about it, and if it doesn’t, I’m good, too. I love what we have going on right now, too.”
“Are you sure?”
“Babe. I promise. You can trust me. Always.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s go get some groceries,” he said.
“Hold on now,” you said, finishing your cereal and milk. “How long do you plan on being here? I don’t want to buy a bunch of food only to throw it out.”
He leaned back in his chair, extending his legs to go across your lap. Absently, your hands rested on his legs. Jensen stretched his whole body shit his hands clasped on top of his head.
“How does staying the week and leaving on Saturday morning sound? IF we drive all day, we’d get there Saturday night.”
“Do you have your own place down there, or did you get to keep the house?” you asked.
“I let her keep the house,” he said. “It was never really mine. She picked just about everything. I got a little place on Lake Austin. It’s small, but it is secure, has a good view and access to the lake.”
“What did you do with the Impala,” you were suddenly fearful. “You still have it, right? Tell me she didn’t try to take it from you.”
“No, I made it clear there would be pushback if she tried. Clif is looking after it for me, for now. Also, she wanted a prenup and I signed it. I don’t go after her stuff, nor she mine. Another reason I didn’t want to have kids with her.”
“What do you mean?”
“If we’d had a kid, she could get half of my shit and alimony and child support.”
A thought sprung to your mind and you didn’t know if you should ask it or not.
“I can see your wheels spinning. Just ask.”
“Is there any-thing that is going to come back and bite you in the ass?” you asked.
“No?” he pulled his legs from your lap.
“Jay… I don’t trust her. I just get the feeling this isn’t over with her. She’s going to lose her mind when she finds out about us.”
“She can be mad all she wants. Divorce was final four months ago.”
“Okay, let’s go get some food,” you said, not wanting to discuss it any further. You just couldn’t shake that feeling of dread regarding anything to do with his ex wife. She didn’t strike you as one to give up on someone she wanted, or let go of a goal. She played the long-con for years and did what she could to keep you away from Jensen during that time.
“Can we make your pasta?” he asked.
You grabbed your bowl. “I told you you’d get hooked on it.”
Jensen drove you both into town to the local grocery store. Your little town has changed a lot over the years, including the grocery store. When you were growing up, there were two stores. Nowe there was only one and it was in a brand new building and location.
Jensen wore jeans, t-shirt, sneakers and a trucker hat. He looked funny with his hair smashed down and his beard sticking out. It was the little things that mattered though. He took your hand when you walked through the parking lot. Little touches as you shopped. The need to be separate, to hide your feelings, was gone.
People said hello to you both. Jensen got some second looks, but nothing to make them stop and ask questions. A few of the people you worked with stopped to chat and Jensen continued on shipping. When he found you again, your former boss, former classmate, and former neighbor, Brian was chatting you up.
“You look great, Y|N. You look really happy. What have you been doing?” he asked.
Apparently, Brian hadn’t noticed Jensen approaching. You turned at the sound of the cart and Jensen making noise as he got closer. Somehow, he’d taken on a rougher version of Dean, one who’d seen too much and he looked quite imposing.
“Me. She’s been doing me, Brian,” he said reading his nametag.
The blush in your face was rising. He could never just be cool when a guy was talking to you.
“Brian, this is Jay. Jay, this is Brian, whom I just told I quit. I’ve also known him since we were kids,” you introduced your guy to your friend.
“Huh. Me too,” Jensen said. “Good to meet you, Brian.” He extended his hand to the other man. “Baby, I got us set for the week. Are you ready to go home?” his voice was full Dean and half an octave lower.
Dominance Asserted.
“Yes, hon, I’m ready. Did you find what you wanted?” you replied.
“Sure did,” he planted a kiss on you. He pulled you and the cart with him, leaving Brian behind you.
The two of you went to the register and a high school kid you didn’t know rang up your selections. She was quick and friendly and barely gave Jensen any attention. You paid and thanked her and left with Jensen pushing the cart to the truck.
“Jay? You good?” you were putting bags into the back of the truck.
“Do you know everyone here?” he asked.
You nodded, “Kinda. It’s a pretty small town and I did work here… Didn’t like Brian, huh?”
He shook his head, “Nope. He was looking at you like you were a full meal after being half-starved.”
“Seriously? I’ve known him since his family came to town. Literally my next-door neighbor.”
“Yep, dead serious. Maybe he didn’t ‘see’ you then, but he does now. Does Br-i-an know how you wrecked your friend’s bike when you were seven?”
Jensen put the cart away with emphasis. It crashed to a stop in the coral.
“Jay!” he stopped in front of you. “Only my immediate family, Lance’s family, and you know about that accident. My love,” you patted his chest, “wild horses couldn’t take me from you, you know that, right?”
He grumbled, “Nova, I don’t think you realize how hot you are. You could wear a burlap sack and I’d still want to do dirty things with you. People are always drawn to you. Friggin Glen practically ran to talk to you.”
“Glen is an old man,” you laughed, “and you were being an aloof mountain man. I think he was worried for me.”
“Old, not dead,” he said.
“Ooookay, I think you’re blowing things out of proportion. I know who I’m going home with and it sure as shit isn’t Brian…who is a total douche, by the way. Constantly cheats on his wife. And definitely not with crusty Glen. I’m the one who is supposed to be neurotic, not you.”
He sighed heavily, “It’s just that… I’ll tell you later. Let’s get out of here.”
At your house, you and Jensen got the groceries put away and he’d gotten back to his normal self. You hadn’t forgotten what he’d said and your curiosity was killing you. It had gotten close enough to dinner that the two of you could start preparing food.
Jensen helped cut the tomatoes while Y|N did the rest of the food prep. She hated cutting the tomatoes and it was the least he could do to help out if she was willing to do the rest. By the time the water was boiling, he had half of the tomatoes done and in the bowl where she was steadily adding the green onions and other ingredients. When the tomatoes were added to the bowl, he excused himself to get cleaned up for dinner and grabbed the bag that held his purchases from the pharmacy.
Upstairs in the bathroom he pulled the boxes out of the bag and saw the pregnancy tests at the bottom. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to be a father, but if Y|N was pregnant, he was happy to be a parent with her. Seeing them also reminded him of things he didn’t want to remember. He had to tell himself that Y|N was not at all like Dee and wouldn’t do what she had done. Normally, he was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, but the last few years had severely tested his resolve.
He set up the clippers and got to work. He didn’t take off too much since he didn’t know what the next job would need… if he got another job. He just hoped there would be a next job. Tomorrow, he would start making calls. Hopefully his career was salvageable.
Y|N had asked him if he wanted to retire. He supposed she asked because she already knew the answer. He didn’t want to retire and she had already pulled him out of headspace that had been quickly going down that path. It was hard being around her again and not think about all of the things Dee had been trying to brainwash him with. Despite knowing Y|N so well and trusting her, Dee had managed to cast doubt inside him.
“Everything is going to work out,” Y|N had told him. “Tomorrow, I’m going to show you how to use everything and you’re going to get back on track. Maybe you can finally start that production company you’ve always wanted to do, too. Maybe quietly start developing shows, actively look for new ideas and writers who are also in love with you.”
Dee had never said anything like that to him, never been so encouraging. He should have known not to doubt Y|N. She was always in his corner and had never waivered. He flipped on the clippers and set about taming his overgrown beard. There was no denying she made him happy. Hell, he couldn’t get enough of her. All he wanted to do was be around her, to touch her, to love her. It was nice to shower affection on her and have it returned rather than withheld. After all she had been through, it seemed like she needed it, too. Maybe they just needed it from one another.
You took the candle stick holders from the mantle and put them on the table in the dining room. The pasta definitely wasn’t a romantic dinner, but you wanted to make it special somehow. Jensen was probably going to be very busy in the lead up to going back to Texas and you had a lot of writing you needed to get done. That morning was a good start, but there was so much more to do.
You were busy getting the candles set up and the bowls dished when Jensen reappeared, looking very over-dressed for a simple home meal. And yet, also slightly casual. He was rolling up the sleeves on a white, button down shirt, which was neatly tucked into black dress pants. No belt. No socks. Somehow, he’d managed to tame his glorious mane of hair and had it brushed back from his face. His tan skin enhancing his good looks and green eyes.
“Whoa,” you heard yourself say.
He looked up with his eyes and gave you a wry smile as he finished cuffing his sleeve.
“I am wildly underdressed…It’s really not fair that you make this whole combo look so fucking hot. Absolutely ridiculous.”
“You can take your clothes off,” he put his hands in his pockets, not moving from the dining room entry. He could see you thinking about going to change your clothes. “No. Not change. Off. Or as you are.”
Goddaaaaaamn. He raised an eyebrow in question at you. “I choose my modesty, I guess.”
“Hmm.” He entered the room and pulled a chair out for you to sit at the head of the table. He pulled the palm of your hand to his lips, your fingers touching his beard, which felt softer.
The man made you feel giddy inside. Of course, you’d been friends forever and he’d always given your heart a rush, but your relationship had shifted dramatically the day you found him at his cabin.
“Jay – you don’t have to try to be someone else for me, you know that, right?” you asked. “You don’t have to be Dean, or anyone else. I just want my friend and confidant.
Jensen seated himself to your right. “I’m not trying to be anyone else. Now that you and I are together, I get to show you all sides of me…the ones I couldn’t show you until you found me on that mountain.”
You took a bit of food and reached for his hand. He took it and held it on the table. “You held back?”
He nodded, “Mhm, big time.” His thumb stroked the top of your hand.
“Me, too,” you admitted. “Like every time. Was it like that for you, too?”
He nodded again, taking a smaller bite, “Had to.”
A couple of bites passed with him holding your hand on the table top. “Were you –in love–with me–the whole time, too? Cuz–I was–with you.”
Jensen let go of your hand, used his napkin, then leaned way over to kiss you. “Mhm.”
It took you a few moments to collect yourself after that. You knew you would never get tired of hearing him say things like that to you. When your heart and stomach stopped jittering, you got out your phone and told your sound system to play music. You and Jensen chatted over your meal and you were using your elbow and the palm of your hand to hold up your head. You couldn’t help but stare at him. His skin was tan, hair somewhat lightened due to being in the sun, his green eyes shining. White button down shirt highlighting his already ridiculously good looks. The music was playing and invading your thoughts while you appreciated the view.
“Can you dance like John Travolta?” you asked.
His fork stopped before reaching his lips, “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Only John Travolta can dance like John Travolta.”
“Hmm,” you smirked. “Stayin’ Alive’ was playing when it finally hit you who Jensen had been reminding you of with his glorious mane. “Barry Fucking Gibb!”
“Maurice Gibb,” he said confused. “The hell are we doing, naming BeeGees?”
You sat staring at him, both shocked and proud of yourself for finally pin-pointing who he’d been reminding you of.
“Oh my god!” you laughed and clapped your hands over your mouth. “No! You’re reminding me of Barry Gibb!”
“That’s not funny.”
“Yes it fucking is!’ you laughed. “Oh god, do I think Barry Gibb is hot?”
“That’s it, it’s coming off tomorrow,” he grumped.
You sat considering his thick hair. You’d really gotten to like running your fingers through it. “We could really complete the look with a spectacular blowout.”
“Woman, if you come near me with a blow dryer, I swear…”
“You’ll spank me?”
He put his fork down and wiped his mouth. “You’re filthy. You’ve spent too much time around ex-cops and ex-military.”
“No, I’ve always been like this, I just couldn’t say it before. You always had a lady on your arm,” you paused, “Does it bother you?”
He smirked, “No. I guess not. Guess we need to get to know each other again.”
“In a new way,” you agreed.
When you woke the next morning, it was not to Jensen’s kisses. He wasn’t even in the bed with you. You’d reached to touch the spot where he had lain and it was cold. Still waking up. Your brain wasn’t processing information. You looked around trying to figure out where he’d gone. Only briefly, you wondered if you’d dreamed it all. Then the sound of a song softly sung reached your ears. It wasn’t quite the deeper tone of Steve’s voice, but you recognized “Off My Mind” right away.
Getting out of bed, you went into your bathroom and found Jensen in front of the mirror with the trashcan on the counter under him. He hummed the song when he was on his neck, then would vocalize the lyrics when he cleaned the counter of the bits that missed the trash.
Catching you watching, he said, “Good morning, Sunshine.”
You thought maybe you grunted in response. Jensen asked, “You gonna miss it?” He was taking off what was left of the beard. He turned the clippers back on and another soft plop of beard landed in the bin.
Moving to where he stood, you leaned against the counter with your back to the mirror. You’d caught a glimpse of yourself and were not impressed. You shrugged slightly, “It’ll be nice to see your face again. Are you taking it all off?”
“I was thinking I’d leave some. Dean still looks back at me sometimes,” he said. “I should have just taken it all off last night. Thought I’d be able to stand it a little longer.”
“Do you miss him?” you asked.
He nodded and continued taking the beard down to a thin layer.
“I miss him, too. It’s okay with me if he shows up once in a while. It was really hard watching that last episode,” you paused, remembering. “I probably won’t ever watch it again, though.”
“That bad?”
“That traumatizing,” you said. You could feel yourself getting emotional. “Not only did I have to watch Dean die, I felt like I was watching you die, too. You and Dean are so intertwined, it felt so real. To have Dean go out like that… the writers did you dirty. I get why they did it, but I hate it! Dean deserved to be happy and have a life, too.” The tears were welling up. “If you ever bring him back, please, let someone love him. Someone who loves him for exactly who he is.” The tears broke over your cheeks.
He took a step to the side to hold you, “Baby, I had no idea you felt that way.”
“I know!” you mumbled into his chest, still crying. “You had me on radio silence and I had to suffer alone.”
“He had to die sometime,” he rubbed your back.
“Not like that! Not so young! They barely left room for you guys to come back. And don’t give me that bullshit about COVID and needing to make changes. They did not need to kill Dean in a dirty BARN with a random piece of absurdly large rebar in shitty lighting. Give me Dabb’s phone number.”
He squeezed you once more before letting you go and resuming shaving.
“I’m not giving you his number,” he said.
“Well…okay,” you sputtered, “but I’m going to fix it. I’m gonna plot out a whole thing and my sweet Dean will live.”
“Like fan fiction?” he asked, still shaving. Large clumps of beard falling into the trash can.
“No, not like fan fiction, butthole. Like a fully plotted out, written scripts that will fucking resolve that bullshit.”
“Don’t you have a whole movie to write?” he asked.
“Listen, Ackles,” you gave him tone and he grinned knowing he zinged you. “O’ll make it happen. Just you wait.”
“Okay,” he chuckled. “You do that. Can I help plot it out with you?”
“Of course!” you were feeling better now and excited about the prospect of potentially bringing your favorite character back to life.
Jensen put the final guard on the clippers and ran it over his face. He made sure he got any long pieces he may have missed, then cleaned up the mess he’d made on the counter. You were patiently waiting for him to show you his face. It still surprised you how long his hair had gotten, though.
“How long were you growing out your hair, for real?” you asked. “You were up there a couple months, but this grow out is a good six months or more.”
“About that,” he agreed.
“Do you want me to take some length off? I have scissors somewhere,” you offered. “Can’t guarantee it’ll look good, but I’ll leave enough a pro can fix it.”
“Knock yourself out,” he agreed and sat on your vanity chair.
Grabbing a towel, all of your hair clips, brush and comb, you got ready to cut Jensen’s hair. You draped the towel around his shoulders and reached around from behind to clip the towel together in front of him.
She brushed his hair, running her fingers through with each pass. Her nails scratched his scalp as she seemingly massaged his head.
“Mm. Your scalp is tense. How is your scalp tense?”
“Might be because I have a nearly naked woman dancing around and touching me all over,” he remarked.
She looked down at her bare legs under his shirt. “So…if I lifted my arms above my head like this,” she flashed him, “that do anything for ya?”
It really did. He didn’t know why it was so hot when women wear their partner’s clothes, but it was. The shape of her ass just barely concealed.
“Yep. Like it. Like it a lot,” he was trying not to think about it.
“Oh…okay,” she said, and he knew she would tease him the whole time she cut his hair.
She brushed it back and tried his hair in different styles. He just let her do her thing until she could picture the style she wanted.
“Too bad, Barry Gibb is pretty hot on you,” she teased and got to sectioning his hair.
When she was done, he’d gotten his face full of her at least three times, and two views of her butt in the mirror. She took off about three inches of hair from all over his head. She brushed it again and checked her work, looking for missed, long hairs. She then got out the clippers and shaved his neck and evened out the line of hair. He was then given a mirror so she could check the final product while she cleaned up the floor gracing him with one luxurious view of her backside.
“That’s a lot of hair, hon,” she said, putting the clippings in the trash. “So?”
“Actually, not bad.”
“Really, or are you trying not to hurt my feelings?” she asked.
“Baby, I would tell you,” he assured her.
“Alright, let’s get some breakfast going. Then I can show you how to use all of the equipment,” she said.
After breakfast, you showed Jensen all of the things and where you kept your cheat sheets for him to use if needed. He seemed to catch on fairly quickly and you left him to it so you could get your own work done. Almost as soon as you got on your computer, you got a zoom call from your manager, Eleanor Mitchellhill.
“It’s very early in the day, Eleanor,” you answered the phone. An icy chill flowed through your screen.
“It’s not early here Y|N,” she snipped in her British accent. “Where the hell have you been? It took you longer than a couple weeks.”
“I was in an undisclosed location spending time with my friend who needed me,” you explained.
“Does this friend have a name?” she pressed.
“Elle…,” you stalled, “I don’t think you need his name yet.”
“Oh, I see,” she drew out the word. “It’s a he. Is this man the reason you’re practically glowing?” she wanted to know.
“You could say that,” you nodded.
“Well, whatever fuels your fire, I suppose,” she acquiesced. “We will come back to this soon enough.”
“I don’t need a background check, Elle,” you said, “but you’re right, we will need to talk about him later. I need a week. He needs to go to Texas.”
“And you need to go with him?” she guessed.
You sighed, “Elle, it’s complicated and yes, I’m going with him.”
“Can’t wait to hear about it in a week,” she said, dryly. “Right, let’s talk. For the love of all that is holy, when are we going to get you in the public eye? You’re cute as a button and the people will just eat you up. And my god, when they know about the mystery series…” she kissed her fingertips. “Perfection.”
“About that, I want to go public with the mystery series pen name first. The romance one, I don’t want to do yet. And I want to go public with the mystery one when the movie is about to release. Like, on the promotion circuit.”
“I suppose you’ve already talked to Jan about this?” she asked.
You nodded, “She’s aware. I also told her that when I get this script done, I want Jensen Ackles to get a shot at playing Hobart. So if he does, you’re gonna be okay with it.”
Eleanor leaned back in her chair, “Why would I need to do that?”
“He’s my friend, Elle, and I based the character on him. There really isn’t anyone better to play him.”
Eleanor sat quietly, just staring at you while she thought. “Alright. Now get that script done. And as soon as you get to Texas, I expect a call, immediately, Y|N.”
“Understood,” you confirmed.
After a few more calls and answered emails, you were able to get in some steady work and the words flew from your fingertips into the script. It was like you were putting what you could see so clearly in your head into the script. You still had the notes from when you wrote the first book so it flowed really well. The story of Whiskey Hollow was precious to you and it would have been hard for you to let anyone take over writing the script for the movie adaptation. You just hoped that what you were creating would be appealing to whichever studio wanted the script. Jan, your agent, would be working hard to find takers and you wanted to give it your best effort.
A few days later, you and Jensen had put in three very long days doing all manner of work on your script and getting his affairs in order. You had written a ton in the script and were nearing completion, but something had come up that needed to be dealt with. Your brother and mom were coming over and you were not looking forward to finally telling him your big secret.
You sat on the couch in your living room with a notebook and pen, jotting down a few words here and there as Jensen looked around while he waited. He liked to look at your things. He did it a lot when he would visit in the past. You supposed he just liked to get to know you by the items you kept, as well.
He turned toward the mantle. The light from outside shone on some glass pieces that had caught his eye. Stepping closer he realized the sparkle came from one of the crystal candlestick holders he’d sent her as a housewarming gift from himself and Danneel. Dee hadn’t wanted to sign the card, but he’d insisted. With one candlestick was the glass orb his mom had gifted her years ago and the Swarovski star he’d left for her at her apartment. Behind the glass art was a picture frame that held multiple pictures.
He needed to step closer to get a better look.
“Need my glasses?” Y|N asked from the couch.
“Hush,” he returned. The pictures were of his family on various occasions through the years. He didn’t remember some of them.
“Where was I for this one?” he pointed to the picture in the top right location.
She put down her pen and paper to join him.
“Oh, I think you were in …shit…wherever Dawson’s Creek filmed… North Carolina?” she put her hand on his back. “Your mom said I was welcome to come by anytime I was in Dallas, so I did.”
“You did? How often did you go?” he was surprised she would go to his parents’ house without him also being there.
“Maybe once every two or three years. It was usually for work when you weren’t there. You knew when I was there for the conventions.”
He looked down at her, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
“Well, I wasn’t there to see you,” she smiled. “I went to see your mom and dad…and have your mom’s cooking.” She got on her tiptoes for a quick kiss. “You’re hot as hell, but even my world doesn’t revolve around you.”
She moved to go back to the couch and her notebook. He put his arm around her to keep her close. “Hey,” he waited for her gaze to meet his, “you know I don’t think that, right?”
“I wondered sometimes,” she admitted.
“When?”
Her demeanor changed and she looked uncomfortable.
“You can tell me,” he tried to reassure her.
“That time you asked me to move to Austin, or LA, or Vancouver to be closer to you.” A harsh blush rose to her cheeks. “It felt like it was only to make you happy. You were with Dee and it made me feel like your side-piece, especially when I was sure you knew how I felt about you.”
It shocked him to hear her say it, but it was hard to deny her viewpoint. Neither one of them had been very good at concealing their feelings for each other, he was realizing. It had been selfish of him to ask, but he’d truly just wanted her closer… maybe he’d just been lying to himself a lot longer than he thought.
“I didn’t realize what I was doing. I shouldn’t have asked to put you in such an awkward position,” he held her tight to his chest. “Forgive me?”
“Of course,” she said. Her hand snaked up the back of his t-shirt, her nails scratching the skin of his back. “I was so close to saying, fuckit, but I would totally have tried to be a homewrecker.”
He remembered asking her and he remembered that they had gone to the fair that trip. “I should have done something after you kicked fuckface to the curb. I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want to make things worse. I thought Danneel and I deserved a shot. I did love her, but not like how I love you. Even she knew. It’s probably why I didn’t get any of the letters you sent to Austin. She kept them from me because she knew how much I looked forward to them, even before we got engaged.”
“You were right though. I didn’t know who I was or what I needed after the Grant situation. I thought about making a move on you, too, but I didn’t know if I just wanted to feel better or if I truly wanted to start something with you.”
“Remember that night I fell asleep on your bed?” he paused when she looked up at him.
“Yeah?”
“Totally watched you change your clothes.”
“Oh my god,” she hid her face on his chest for a moment. “You dirty dog,” she chuckled.
“Worth it.”
“You liked what you saw?”
He nodded. “You were my dream girl before I even knew what that meant. I should never have let you get on that airplane,” he lamented.
He released her from his embrace and watched as she went back to the couch to wait for her brother to take his sweet time arriving. When she bent down to pick up her pen and notebook, he got a good look. She still has a great ass, he thought.
There were a lot of pictures on the mantle. Mostly, they were of their respective families and some convention photo ops. Far too many with Richard, he thought. At the opposite end of the mantle held the matching candlestick and more pictures that included her travels and himself. His eyes fell on the picture of them at the lake on the deck. They’d had such a good time that trip. Young enough to be carefree, old enough to be left to their own devices. They’d gone to the tiny amusement park and rode the rides over and over. Of course, Nova had liked the Ferris Wheel the best because it overlooked the lake. She loved the water, Ferris Wheels, and me, he thought with a smile.
Finally, a half hour late, your brother, Jarrod, rang the doorbell and you let him into your house. He greeted Jensen and Jensen poured drinks for everyone while Jarrod got settled.
“Mom told me you two finally got together,” he said in his usual loud voice.
“Yeah, Jarrod, it’s true,” you said.
“If you two ever need security, I’m available. You know I’ve got that training…” he said.
You tried not to roll your eyes where Jarrod would notice. Jensen stood behind him for a moment and did it for you before coming around to sit in one of the armchairs and sip on his whiskey.
“Clif has his own guys that Jensen uses, but I will tell Clif that you might be interested if there’s an opening. But the reason I wanted you to come over is because I need to tell you something…”
“You’re pregnant?”
“Jesus Christ, Jarrod. No, I’m definitely not pregnant. I need to tell you that I don’t work for the government and haven’t for years. I did work for the NRC, but I haven’t for years.”
He just looked at you like it was old news. “You’ve been at the grocery store for a while. I assumed you just had a good retirement plan.”
Sometimes it still amazed you that you and he had the same genetic material.
“The government doesn’t pay well enough for me to buy a whole goddamned city block in town, Jarrod.”
“Don’t get pissy with me. So if you didn’t work for the government, who did you work for? You obviously had some serious cash coming in.”
It was all you could do to not attempt to strangle him. “I write books. Lots of them. And I sold a lot. I am Nova Scott and Ross Black.” You waited for it to sink in. All he did was stare at you blankly. Your brother was not known for quiet reflection and was beginning to scare you. A whole new list of worries sprinted through your brain. “I need you to be cool about this, Jarrod, and to keep it quiet.”
“Does Mom know?”
“Yeah, from the start. Like three people in the profession know, Mom, Jay, and my one employee, Jen. Now you.”
“He knew before me?” you could hear the anger rising in his voice.
Jensen said nothing but carefully set down his glass.
“Barely. I only just told him about Ross Black. He knew about Nova Scott a few years ago.”
“What about your dumbshit exes?”
“No, Jarrod. Dan knew I wrote, but he didn’t know what or under what name,” you explained.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner,” his voice boomed despite your plush furniture.
“I had my reasons,” you said simply.
He was obviously angry and hurt. He stood on the opposite end of the mantle from you. The sheer size of him was daunting and he scared the hell out of you when he was mad. Even if you got the upper hand, you knew you couldn’t take him. He was 8 inches taller and 150 pounds heavier, severely skewing your odds of being successful.
“Boy, nobody fucks you like family,” his volume only increasing.
“How the fuck is protecting my privacy about you?! I didn’t tell you for very good reasons.”
“You always thought you were too good for this family. Always smarter than me. The favorite child.”
“For fucks sake, Jarrod. This childish resentment needs to stop. I’m not smarter than you. I just tried harder. You’re mad at me about shit you could have fixed but didn’t and that’s on you.”
You didn’t realize you had so much built up rage.
“How long have you kept this from me?”
“Oh my god,” you were getting a headache. “I don’t have an obligation to tell you jack shit. I’m only telling you now out of courtesy because the press is going to find out about me and Jay and they will dig into who I am.”
“If you’ve been incognito this whole time, why now? You’ve known him forever. Has no one ever approached you?”
You shook your head. “What about you?” Jarrod shook his head. You sighed deeply as you told him about the plan. “If I tell you, I need to know I can trust you not to tell anyone, and I mean anyone. Not even Jenna.”
“What? Why not?”
“I’m not risking this leaking before its time. If you can’t promise me, I can’t tell you and you can leave now. Once it’s public then you can talk.”
Finally, he agreed and you told him everything. Jarrod went from fuming to understanding and back and forth as you told him your plan.
“So let me get this straight. You find out Bob is doing sketchy shit and your ‘source’ agrees to get you evidence of said shit. You find out other methods of embezzlement, not giving Dad a raise for 20 years, dad dies, you flip out at the funeral… I’m guessing that was the tipping point?” You nodded. “Debbie tries to start shit and you said what you said to her… so, are you going to do it soon, or are you just going to hold it over her, or them, or?”
“As long as they mind their own business, we’re cool. If they want to come at me, talk shit, or say any disparaging words about me and/or Jay, I will burn those motherfuckers to the ground.”
“Holy shit,” Jarrod muttered. “Still sounds like you’re the smart one.”
“No, I just hold a grudge and am willing to play the long game,” you told him.
Jarrod turned to Jensen who had been quietly listening to the exchange. “What about you? Are you good with this?”
“I know better than to get in her way. I trust her and the plan and will back her up to the end …not to mention happy to stay in her good graces,” Jensen answered, picking up his whiskey again.
“Guess I better do the same.”
The rest of the week continued to fly by. You were writing like crazy and Jensen was working with his lawyers, and team, to start getting him back into auditions for his various interests. He was collaborating with Steve, sending in voice work for his various cartoons and other voiceover work, calling all sorts of people to get his interests turned into reality. Meanwhile, you were writing, researching, asking Jensen questions and fielding calls from people like your agent, Jan.
“Hello Jan,” you answered. “What’s up? I wasn’t expecting you to call again this week.” You’d sent her what you had of the completed script on Wednesday morning and she had called Thursday morning.
“Sweetie, I don’t know what you put in that script but the studio called back already and they want to have a meeting.”
“A meeting? About what? Is that good?” you asked, worried.
“In all my years, this has only happened a handful of times. You need to get over there so they can ooh and aah over what can only be a masterpiece.”
“Or they want to tell me to my face how it’s total shit and need to redo the whole thing,” you lamented.
“Sweetie, the studio doesn’t fly you out to talk about garbage. When can you be ready?”
“Um…I don’t know…I need to talk to Jensen, but I’m thinking we can go out tonight or tomorrow morning.”
“Is this a package deal?” Jan asked. “If he’s included, I need to know now. I can try to get them to pay for the ticket, but I can’t guarantee it.”
“Book it regardless. He’s coming with me,” you told her. “We can cancel if need be.”
“Please tell me you’re going to get away from that tiny town you live in. You need to either be in LA or New York. You’re killing me with all of these connecting flights.”
You chuckled at her exasperated tone. “It may happen sooner than later. Hang tough, Jan. I want to try out the London West Hollywood this time.”
“Why not the Beverly Wilshire? You love that place and you can walk to the studio, you love that healthy shit.”
“Jan, that’s the Pretty Woman hotel and I’ll be going there with my new boyfriend.”
“So what, put it in one of those books you write. You are a pretty woman and that new guy of yours is a hot piece. You have your Pretty Woman experience, sweetie, you deserve it. And for what it’s worth, I like him and I don’t believe a word of the allegations. Nail that bitch to the wall. I did check around and couldn’t find anyone who had a bad word to say about him.”
“It means a lot, Jan,” you admitted. “I didn’t know you didn’t like the other guys.”
“Sweetie, you’re like family at this point. I tried to like ‘em, but it wasn’t my place to tell you who to love. I’ll get it set up and email you the details.”
“Thanks, Jan,” you signed off.
You got up from your computer to go find Jensen. The last you’d seen him, he’d gone through the bookcase. Inside the room, you’d expected to see him inside the soundproof room, but it was dark inside. You were reasonably sure you hadn’t missed a smoking hot man leave through your office, so you went for the spiral staircase to descend into the basement studio.
Jensen was at the soundboard with headphones on. His eyes were closed and you would have thought he was sleeping if not for his fingers tapping the beat on his chest. Your fingertips touched his shoulder first. He merely tensed his body before relaxing under your touch as your hand moved across and down his body. He held your arm against him then pulled you onto his lap. He reached for the keyboard and touched a button before turning his attention to you and took off his headphones.
“This is a nice surprise,” he held you gently as you settled. “I thought you were working.”
“I could say the same about you,” you returned.
“I took a little break to listen to some tracks and a few caught my ear. What’s going on?” he asked.
“Jan called. There’s interest in the script and one of the studios wants to meet on Friday. She’s going to book us a flight either for tonight or early tomorrow morning.”
“That was quick. Told you they’d love it. You sure you want me to go with you? I’m looking like damaged goods lately,” he said.
You touched his face and noticed the chop job you’d done on his hair. “Diamond in the rough, maybe.” You leaned in to kiss his full lips. “Of course, I want you to come with me. No more than a couple days, remember? Plus, the hotel is across the street and there’s hella good shopping all within walking distance.” You were softly touching his face all over. “Do I have to twist your arm?”
“No, just making sure.”
“My sweet boy, I will always want you. I’ve always had your back, I’m not stopping now, so will you go with me? Did you have your heart set on driving to Texas? I promise your truck will be safe here.” You paused briefly, “We still can, I just didn’t want to rush.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he agreed. “I’m so proud of you.”
His warm hand went under your shirt and up your back, expertly unclasping your bra. You pulled the garment from your body through the arm hole of your shirt.
“You’ve done that more than once,” you noted, kissing him again and feeling his lips smile against yours.
“It hasn’t been worth it til now,” his hand covered your breast, kneading your soft flesh then moving to your nipple. “Have any other hidden rooms down here…with a bed?”
His voice had gotten deeper and quieter.
“I have a sofa in my office,” you offered.
“That’ll do.”
You sat at your desk, both working and waiting for Jan to get back to you with travel plans. You were still adding things to the script and tweaking scenes here and there when the email finally dropped in. Jensen was reading a book on the sofa. You couldn’t really see the cover from where you sat, but you thought it looked vaguely familiar.
“Time to get packed,” you told him.
He closed his book and said, “I think we can go to Texas from California. My truck will be fine here. What hotel’re we staying at, anyway?”
“The Beverly Wilshire,” you mumbled.
“The Beverly Wilshire?” he asked. Reveling in her suddenly shy demeanor.
“I’m gonna tell Jan to change to the London,” you blustered.
He sat up on the couch, “The one from Pretty Woman?”
“You know it is, jerk.”
“Nice hotel.”
“Yes it is.”
“Have you stayed there before?”
“Yes, I’ve been there before,” you told him, “For the romance movie deals.”
He got up and put the book back on the shelf and you saw he was near the section that held your Nova Scott and Ross Black books, but your mind was on other tasks and couldn’t see which one he put back. You didn’t want to assume he was reading anything other than Whiskey Hollow and let it go for the time being.
“Are we going to the mighty SooFoo tonight, or in the morning?”
“Tonight,” you answered. “Jan somehow managed to get us in with only a short layover in Denver.”
You left your office to go up to your room to pack what you would need for a few days and clothes for the meeting.
Jensen stayed behind, waiting to make sure she had gotten all the way upstairs before he went back to the bookshelf and pulled off the book he’d been reading. It was the first time he’d seen it in a long time, not since he was on set with all of the cast members reading the first #1 seller for Nova Scott. He tucked it into the back of his pants and pulled his shirt over to hide it. He thought he would bust it out on the airplane and take the consequences there rather than asking her to finally let him start reading them.
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Something About Jensen Ackles...
Warning: Some Smut, (fingering), hint of cheating. Shy!Reader (well kinda).
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 304
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You didn’t know what it was about him. Not really. Most of the time you were a quiet person. An invert really. You liked to keep to yourself. You didn’t like a whole lot of social interaction. You didn’t like the spotlight to be on you in any way, shape, or form, but it was something about Jensen Ackles that just made all of that melt away. He drew the fire right out of you, and he enjoyed pushing your buttons while doing it.
It was a strange dance of give and take. He’d push, you’d pull. What made it even weirder, is the fact that your only interaction with him had been at a con. It wasn’t like he was familiar with you in the way of ‘friends’, more than a fan and an entertainer, but that didn’t change the fact that you weren’t going to back down from any of his challenges, that’s for sure.
Ops were always entertaining. It was as if he was pushing the limit today, just to see how far down your back he could get with that broad hand of his until you called him out, or made you squirm. To his surprise, you didn't move an inch, just smirked at him. Even though his left hand was firmly planted on your right butt cheek.
That was probably how you found yourself in the position you found yourself now. You're back to the wall. Jensen Ross Ackles lips sealed onto yours while the hand that held his wedding band bracing himself against the wall, and the other hand buried three fingers deep in your quivering pussy.
Normally, you were a good girl, but when it comes to Jensen Ackles, being a good girl just wasn't an option. And there wasn't a shy bone left in your body.
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Hello Gorgeous!
If you're feeling up to it, would you mind telling us about how Jensen Ross Ackles is so hot that he can't even stop touching himself? 😈😘
Not Normal
Jensen Ackles x Reader
440 Words ~ NSFW
He can’t stop. God, he can’t stop. He was just scrolling through his Insta looking for something to show Jeff and god damnit…
How’d he get so big like that? A year ago seemed like forever. He vaguely remembered the feel of those huge shoulders… those giant arms… that… chest.
God, his dick is so fucking hard right now. Is this normal? It’s crazy to be so fucking turned on by yourself- oh fuck-
Jensen sets his phone down on the sink, photo still up. He checks the bathroom door, holds his breath for a moment- listening. Everyone’s down the hall in the livingroom, but he can’t… can’t get himself to calm down.
One hand clinging to the sink, he leans over, staring at the photo. Fuck, he hated the beard but… it felt so good to work out so hard… to become something else…
Jensen bit his lip hard and slipped his right hand down into his pants. He closed his eyes and remembered the feel of it last year- alone in quarantine- hours lifting weights and working out and-
“Fuck…”
His cock was stiff as steel and he stroked himself quickly. He really shouldn’t be so fucking hot… What the hell was going on?
“Yes. Fuck. Fuck.”
His breath came out in clipped moans that he struggled to bite back, but it was too much too fast. His stomach tensed and felt that golden moment looming.
“Fuck!”
A knock on the door nearly killed him. Jensen jumped back, falling into the shower door and pulling his hand from his pants.
“Jen? You OK?”
Y/N’s voice made him cringe with embarrassment.
“Y-yeah. Good. All is- uh- I’m fine.”
He watched in horror as the doorknob turned. Fuck, I didn’t lock it.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” Y/N pushed at the door and stuck her head through, checking on him. “I heard groaning- oh…”
Back upright, Jensen stood in the middle of the bathroom, his jeans slung down around his thighs, boxers tented and askew. His face was redder than her lipstick and Y/N’s jaw dropped.
“Wow.”
Jensen sucked in a heavy breath and his shoulders rose as he tried to hide away. “I-”
Y/N shut the door behind her and bit her lip, looking him over. A sparkle hit her eye and Jensen watched in utterly blissful amazement as she sank to her knees at his feet.
“W-what’re you d-doing?” he stammered, heart pounding in his chest.
Delicate finger tugged at his boxers and Y/N smiled up at him. “If you needed some help,” she whispered, dragging his cock from the cotton, “you shoulda asked…”
Fuck.
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With You At Last
A/N: so I wrote this last night after work. I just had one song on repeat for the whole day and for some reason it made me think of Ben.
Song used for inspiration
Word Count : ~690
Pairing : Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader
Warnings: angst, language
All mistakes are mine. Feedback is appreciated 🤍
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You were there in Nicaragua, in 1984. You were there when Ben was taken from you. You were there when he was betrayed by your own team.
Actually, you couldn't say that they were your team, considering how Edgar kept you fighting from the sidelines, not putting you on the team. He did admit that you were and had always been very useful to them; you just didn't have…a certain appearance to be part of the official Payback team.
Those were his words to Ben, when he tried to get you on the team, to fight beside him. And as answer to Ben's boldness to question him and threaten to bring you to limelight, he spitefully coerced him to date the Countess for the tabloids. For showing his attitude.
And that fucking hurt. Seeing him with her on the covers of every magazine. Knowing that behind the closed doors he was yours, didn't help at all.
You knew that simple bullets couldn’t hurt him, but then again you didn’t know what could. So when you saw Ben being dragged away from the field, you assumed the absolute worst.
Everything around you collapsed. You were kneeling on the ground, completely shattered as you saw the rest of the team fleeing from the scene, clearly unbothered by the loss of their leader. All but Swatto, but even his death meant nothing to them, as long as they got rid of Soldier Boy. Or so at least it seemed to you.
Ben always hated the fact that you were kept in secrecy. He hated that you couldn't get the recognition that you deserved, just based on your looks.
"Who the fuck cares about our looks? " He had tried to reason with Edgar, who still wouldn’t budge, even after admitting your value to the team.
You had the power to manipulate people's perception. You were present on every battlefield beside Payback, helping them in the most useful ways with your ability. While Payback attacked, you deprived them from their physical awareness, so Ben and others could fight them without getting injured. To him, you were the one who made Payback’s conquests possible.
Ben honestly didn’t know what the fuck had happened that day. Everything went to shit in a split second. Mallory’s base was under attack and you were nowhere to be seen. And then there was nothing.
Until he woke up, restrained to some table, and about to be experimented on. For almost 40 years they held him there.
And all that kept him borderline sane during that time was you. And planning the payback for his former team. But all that was secondary next to you.
He had never thought that he’d ever find someone who would make him want to have something meaningful in his life. Something real. Something that no one would be able to take away from him. He just wanted you.
He wasn't even sure how he was capable of loving you as much as he did. He never received any love or affection from his father. Ben was abandoned, and had been alone since childhood. But he knew he loved you, otherwise he would have forgotten you. Otherwise he would’ve already given up on everything.
He waited for the day he’d finally be free. He knew it was coming and he’d be ready for that.
Still, his hope had started to waver, and he lost himself to loneliness. Hopelessness of seeing you ever again started to take power over his love for you in his mind. And he couldn't fight back to it.
After years of imprisonment and torture, Ben was certain that they had managed to kill him somehow. Or that he’d finally lost his sanity. He wasn't even sure which he would've preferred.
The air was knocked out of him when he saw you standing there in front of him. Even when you held him in your arms after all the years of being separated, he had a hard time believing that it was real. One kiss from you was all it took to convince him. It was real. You were real.
Finally, you had found him and he was not alone.
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Flannel of Desire
(Dean Winchester X you)
(mentions of intimacy nothing too graphic)
Dean catches you wearing his flannel and likes what he sees 😏
Dean walked into the kitchen of the bunker, his eyes scanning the room for a snack. As he turned the corner, his gaze fell upon you, wearing one of his favorite flannel shirts, sleeves rolled up as you diligently cleaned the countertops. Something inside him stirred, a feeling of attraction that he couldn't ignore.
He leaned against the doorframe, watching you intently, his mind racing with thoughts and desires. The way the shirt hugged your curves, accentuating your every movement, sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't deny the rush of arousal that surged through him, and he knew he had to make a move.
Slowly and deliberately, Dean approached you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Hey there, I see you've found my shirt," he said, his voice low and husky. You looked up, surprise flickering in your eyes.
"Yeah," you replied, a faint blush tinting your cheeks. "I hope you don't mind. It was just lying around, and I couldn't resist."
Dean took a step closer, his body now mere inches away from yours. He reached out, his fingertips gently tracing the fabric of the flannel against your arm, sending tingles of electricity through your skin. "Trust me, I don't mind at all," he whispered, his voice heavy with desire.
The chemistry between you intensified, the air in the room thick with anticipation. Dean's hand moved from your arm to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hypnotic green eyes locked with yours, a mixture of vulnerability and longing shining through.
Without another word, Dean's lips met yours in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within both of you. Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other, the taste and warmth of each other's mouths becoming intoxicating.
Desire surged through your bodies as you stumbled towards the bedroom, leaving the kitchen forgotten and the cleaning abandoned. The intensity between you was undeniable, an electric current drawing you closer with every touch, every caress.
Inside the bedroom, clothes were shed like a trail of breadcrumbs, each discarded garment fueling the excitement. The plaid shirt, once innocent, was now a symbol of provocative desire. The soft fabric slipped off your body, revealing your vulnerability and awakening a raw hunger in Dean.
The room became a canvas of discovery, as your bodies moulded into one, exploring one another with unbridled passion. Skin met skin, creating a symphony of sighs and moans that echoed through the walls. Pleasure surged through every nerve ending, the connection between you reaching new heights with each passing moment.
In that moment of pure intimacy, there was no denying the magnetic pull that had brought you together. Dean, with his rugged charm and smoldering passion, had become an insatiable force in your life. It was a night of unforgettable pleasure, a culmination of desire that left you both breathless, sated, and yearning for more.
The following morning, Dean woke up, stretching his arms reaching out for you, only to realise you had gone. He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of joggers and a hoodie and went in search of you. As he made his way down the halls, he could hear you humming. Yet again he found you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you both, wearing nothing but his flannel. Leaning against the doorframe again he looked you up and down "you know y/n, you keep wearing my shirts, we're never gonna make it out of my room". You placed the wooden spoon on the counter top and turned around slowly to look at Dean "is that a promise Winchester" you replied with a smirk. It took a second for Dean to walk over to you, tugging you close to him and pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss. Pulling away leaving you breathless "oh it most certainly is, I will gladly give you all my shirts to wear" he said with a huge smile, kissing you once more.
In that moment, you knew that his flannel had been the catalyst, bringing you both together in a whirlwind of ecstasy. A reminder that sometimes, unexpected encounters can ignite a fire that burns brighter than anything either of you could have imagined.
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Keep on Ramblin
Jensen ackles x bestfriend!Reader
So i have had this song in my mind all day and i wanted to write a cute one shot of it. Also might have a bit of drama sorry also will have jensen hitting on you!
You walk into the studio and hear the soft music coming from the room behind the door.
You smile. Jensen has been busy making a new album for his band Radio Company.
You walk in and lean on the doorframe watching Jensen sing.
Left town again for no reason
Hit the floor and I was away
Nothin' wrong 'bout how I'm livin'
I know how long here I can lay
Time is only
Passing if you think of it that way
This life of crime is lonely
But only if you let it in to stay
You see his partner singing too. You always loved hearing those two sing.
Keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Keep on ramblin'
Headed southbound for the season
Cut a trail no one would know
To hell I ride before I give in
With the cavalry in tow
You softly walk in sitting on the couch watching him sing.
Time is only
Passing if you think of it that way
This life of crime is lonely
Only if you make your getaway
To keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Just keep on ramblin'
Running headlong in the valley
Toward the hills of San Miguel
Pushing flat out for my freedom
Left 'em all a tale to tell... Do tell
Keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Oh, keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Oh, keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Keep on ramblin'
(Ooh)
Jensen says. 'that was great man did you get it?" Steve gives him a thumbs up. 'got it!" You clap. "Number one for sure!"
Jensen looks at you with a grin. "Hey darling i didn't know you were here" You smile. "i was trying not to get you guys to stop making great songs"
He walks over kissing your head. "no no you're okay baby" You smile at him more. "Hey steve" Steve smiles. 'hello Y/n How are you?"
"I'm great i feel relaxed now" Steve laughs. "me too" Jensen says. "Well we are on a fifteen minute break want to go grab lunch?"
"Sure!" Steve says. "Can i join?" You and jensen say. 'Sure" You smile. "come on it'll be fun!"
You three walk out and Dee walks to you and Jensen. "Hey baby" She hugs jensen looking over at you.
"Hey Dee" You say with a smile. "we were going to have lunch want to go with?"
"Uh no thanks y/n" she smiles and looks at jensen and says. 'have fun" he smiles and she looks at you then walks away
"uh..what was that about?" Jensen shrugs. "not sure"
You three go out for lunch and jensen asks you to sit by him. You slide into the booth and smile and say. "By the way boys I have someone who is possibly talking about wanting to have you sing at a comic con if your up for it"
Jensen nods placing his hand on your leg. "I'd love that!"
You look at Jensen and see he's looking right at you. "So uh...is that a yes?"
He nods turning to steve. "I'm down if you are" Steve smiles. "you bet i'm good with it!"
You three laugh and you say. "Great!"
After lunch you are walking to your car when Jensen says. "Hey Y/N wait up" You turn and smile. "Hey jens everything ok?" he nods. "Can we uh..talk?"
You nod. 'Um..sure what's up?" He says. "Alone i mean" Blinking you know exactly what he means. he's been hitting on you when Dee isn't around and even Steve sees it but he thinks nothng of it.
"sure" You two walk around a corner and jensen grabs your hands pinning you to the wall he's so close you can feel his breath on your ear. "Fuck the friends thing y/n you and i both know you want me" he said in a dark tone.
"What happened to talking? you ask with a smile. "oh baby we are talking...with our bodies."
He places a soft kiss on your lips. Then kisses your neck next to your ear saying. "meet me at your place in an hour" he kisses you once more but harder making you need to catch your breath when he pulls away winking at you.
part 2?
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✨ masterpost of all my amvs ✨
destiel
dazed & confused - ruel
NFWMB - hozier
codependency - orla gartland
shouldn’t have said it - julia michaels
all i want is you - barry louis polisar (faith!dean x steve!cas)
how could i have known - keaton henson
would you come home - tyler blackburn
falling - harry styles
stay stay stay - taylor swift
afterglow - taylor swift
for good - wicked soundtrack
we made it - louis tomlinson
i will always love you - dolly parton
love from the other side - fall out boy
holy lover - keaton henson
watching over me - jensen ackles
dean
trauma - NF (s1 dean)
here comes the sun - the beatles (last holiday!dean)
anyone - demi lovato
watergun - remo forrer
sam
shadow of mine - alec benjamin
sastiel
we’ll never have sex - leith ross
eileen
we fell in love in october - girl in red
saileen
state of grace - taylor swift
jack
lifeboat - heathers soundtrack
dean and mary
unsaid emily - julie and the phantoms soundtrack
deanbenny
happiest year - jaymes young
deanjo/roadhousenatural
dust to dust - the civil wars
drink with me/empty chairs at empty tables - les mis soundtrack
a little fall of rain - les mis soundtrack
honeypie
radio shed guy (+ chuck)
patience
jody
emma
krissy
benny
crack
agony - into the woods soundtrack (a samlucifer/drowley fiasco)
needlessly sad i’m sorry
edge of night - LOTR soundtrack (finale)
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For those wondering if the die-hard antis will finally pack it in if we get canon Destiel in a way even they can't deny--I wouldn't hold my breath. If they are forced to accept canon Destiel they'll just make up some bogus reason for why it is 'homophobic, achsually', just like they did with Cas's confession and with Carlos.
It's the sunk cost fallacy. These people have created a whole identity and a community, such as it is, around hating Destiel. They will never, ever reconsider. As for canon, let me tell you: I come from a het ship fandom where the couple kissed on the mouth on screen and the antis were writing thinkpieces about why it was a 'friendly kiss', or a 'kiss of gratitude'. So even if the coconuts do collide, brace yourself, cause even that won't be enough.
What I'm trying to say is, let's make our win what we can get on TV, not what we can get the antis to admit, cause that's a lost cause. Let them wallow in their crackpot theories and metas and just enjoy TW :)
Tale as old as time. Whether that be the No Romos of X Files Mulder and Scully that platsplained their marriage and kid; the raging homophobes arguing with the memory of Diana Ross and the drag queens that inspired her about what I'm Coming Out is "actually about" in the youtube comments TO THIS DAY, and so on.
It's a goalpost--and frankly, dogwhistle even within "shipping fandom", some true bitters and others manipulators like 2po and their groups with the agenda in your ask--that I've warned about for many years.
In many ways, it's already been run out. Names like 2po, or jess of Mary Sue, that pretended to be so very in the know. Yelled I was delusional, claimed they had better access to Bobo to know his intent than I did (Jess.) But I could spend a week listing the reasons I knew what I knew was Real and a Fact no matter what they screamed, and not be done. And it was real.
They spent that time revving old shippers into attacking-down their low visibility text, making up some fandom noise rule that, if it isn't so loud it can't be argued with (imaginary point), it's subtext, and anything low visibility was "settling"--an attack whistle used to send hellers at me when I said Berens was putting his best faith work in for us, and even if he couldn't run it, to respect what he pushed and weaved through into textual canon, even if quiet.
After all, he almost quit season 14. Wayward was toast, his contract was rolling. He only signed again shortly after Ouroboros, maybe within a month. Because he'd been convinced to stay even while Yockey burned out and left an empty throne, to run that ball on a spiral someone recognized his endeavors on and further sort of mapped the way. On a gift. To a friend. To ride that spiral till the end so we might go where no one had been.
Covid crashed many dreams, including his second sprint. But not everybody gave up. But all those years, this whole damn time, this forged mistruth about the authors. These lies and filth and biases that buried this, and continued to bury this. The propaganda that spews from 2po to make, say, hellers feel like they're the second class citizens now.
But even by the end of SPN, we had all but won without covid giving Singer time to jam the game. Berens had the rest of the room with him. And even when we scraped our knees we got the most unlikely ally imaginable. A jensen ackles that couldn't sleep, couldn't let go, couldn't move on. a jensen ackles that knew dean winchester's story wasn't done, and was now deeply haunted by the way things ended with Castiel. He'd had his own enlightening, staring a universe-shaking performance in the face and adding the pieces together. And Jensen Ackles... 404ed and forgot his lines, barely muttered anything adjacent to the script, and wept on the floor. And into the winter.
And this entire time. People are still tearing him apart. Even as he hires the most powerful possible LGBTQ advocate to run his entire company, someone the president of WB even fears, able to unleash all of the gays of DC on the WB with a trigger pull, if Glen Winter isn't enough to back them down in general. Not that there IS a "them", because Zaslav's management leaves Jensen and Renee in charge.
That old world is gone. Big scary network and studio changes happened but we're still here, no matter what false prophet doomsayers said. And the gays have the reigns and there's nobody to tell them to stop, and jensen's the one slapping the horse on the ass now and telling Robbie to ride faster.
For those that really have foraged out the truth of transitions in the last 4 years or so, it's clear as a bell what's going on. But people like those you describe thrive on relevance created by people being compelled to argue them in mass, rather than laugh them off for absurdity. They did it with Mulder and Scully and they're doing it here in the middle of The Great Destiel Sprint, all from imagined perspectives in their minds.
These perspectives have failed them again, and again, and again, but like you said, they don't course correct. Sunken cost. And that cost is that, they have years of sins against them. It's not even just about the ship. These people spent millions, these people sent threats and shards and weapons to people, they've doxxed actors and fans and entire servers alike and felt righteous about it. And in the end when it Is What Is Is, even if they were to accept it HAPPENED.
The ability to process the meaning after--and that they are, in fact, the Akrida, and the unwanted locusts being flushed out--that'll just join the mountain of other things under the rug, with each person setting their embarrassment tolerance threshold of how stupid thy'll make the long term no romo arguments. Even as the showrunners constantly remind you the old series was bromance but THIS one is romance. It says it on the tin. And the posters. And the promos.
I have a feeling a bunch WILL leave, because some will hit their limit on how stupid they're willing to present them as in public. I expect a bunch of them to end up ripping each other apart, then it'll settle and the sad, sad last stragglers will make whatever new mewling sounds of denial, but we won't hear the starving strays, they're getting trampled by the clown parade worse than mufasa in the gorge.
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