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writercole · 11 months

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Bound: A Sounds of Someday story

Summary: Jensen and Y/N have a strained month after their engagement. Words: 1848 Warnings: Childbirth (non graphic), anxiety. Credits: I'm pretty sure @flamencodiva beta'd this ages ago when it was supposed to be more than this. A/N: This is part of the world of Sounds of Someday. I haven't written RPF in over a year now so this is definitely an ancient wip that I'm bringing back for my dear friend @jensengirl83's birthday. I tried to find the master list for the series buuuut it's legit gone and I'm pretty sure that I deleted it. But I've linked the prologue (haha fooled you guys. The series is still there, just the ML is gone) and everything should be crosslinked. ANYWAY - this was born out of a challenge that Brandy set forth quite some time ago. My song was 'Turn the Page' by Bob Seger. I'm pretty sure I captured it well. Love you B! A/N 2: There is an entire story to follow behind this but I'm elbow deep in the rewrite and I'm also sure that the story that follows will be a separate book. But to all the fans of this series, I love you and cannot thank you enough. You can read the original again and the rewrite will be done hopefully in the next 6ish months. 😘

Jensen laid in the bunk on the tour bus and stared at the wall. The only thing he could hear was the sound of the engine roaring and the tires on the road. Everyone else was asleep except for the driver, Cliff. He’d tried to fall asleep but the only thing he saw when he closed his eyes was his fiancee’s face the moment she realized what he was doing on that stage two months ago.

Jensen dropped down to one knee in front of Y/N and her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped in surprise. “What better place to continue our adventure than on the stage where it began. Y/N, will you make me the luckiest man on earth and be my wife?”

He smiled at the memory as it played in his head again, comforting him while he rode several hundred miles east from Omaha to their next show. With a sigh, he turned over again, facing the curtain that was drawn across his bunk. The soft glow of the ambient nightlights filtered through a crack in the curtain, illuminating the beige walls and light blue of the curtain and bed linens.

Jensen huffed as he swung his legs out of his bunk and padded to the common area. He sat in the corner of the black leather sofa and spread out from end to end, his feet resting against one end while his back was against the other. He leaned his head against the back of the sofa and pulled his phone out, opening the youtube app and hitting his favorites.

The video they recorded for Eric Church started playing softly, the strains of ‘Like a Wrecking Ball’ surrounding him as he watched their smiling faces filling his screen. A tear slipped down his cheek when the video switched to the one Gen had posted of the proposal. He fell asleep watching the two videos on repeat, like he had every night since he’d left her side.

Y/N sipped from the glass of wine that was perched on the edge of the bathtub. The bubbles had nearly gone and the water was barely warm but her eyelids were still refusing to get heavy. It wasn’t the same sitting in the house in Austin alone, it wasn’t the same sleeping alone. Jensen’s pillow smelled like him, but it was cold, too soft.

Sighing dejectedly, she drained her glass and then the tub, stepping out onto the plush rug and wrapping herself up in Jensen’s soft robe. She inhaled deeply, comforting herself with his scent.

She crawled into bed again and pulled up youtube on the smart tv. She navigated to her favorites playlist and hit play. The sound of Jensen’s voice filled the room, a video from one of his first concerts with Corey. She watched several videos before drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

“Jensen, man, what’s going on? You were a million miles away tonight,” Corey asked, his brows furrowed and his voice soft. They had just finished a show and Jensen had been sullen and quiet, his usual playful banter missing from their set.

"I have never been more ready for a tour to end. I like what we do, love what we do, but I don't know if I want to keep doing this." Jensen put his head in his hands and sighed deeply, willing the tears away.

Corey sat next to his friend and put his hand on his shoulder. “I get it, man. I do. With Alicia due any day now, I’m questioning this life, too. It’s hard enough being away from my wife but being away from my kid? That’s going to be a whole other ballgame.”

“We haven’t even set a date or really had time to just absorb being engaged, you know? She was with us that night and the next, then she went back home to Austin and I haven’t seen her in a month and we can barely video call and -” Jensen felt his breathing getting shallow and his chest tightening, signaling the start of an anxiety attack. It had been a few years since his last one and was shaping up to be a major one.

“Steve, bag!” Corey yelled across the room. Steve took one look at Jensen and ran across the room with one of the paper bags that were kept on hand for the number of people dealing with anxiety on the tour.

Corey handed Jensen the opened bag and walked him through breathing and grounding exercises, calming him down and getting him to refocus on the room around him. He handed Jensen a bottle of water and made sure he was okay before continuing their conversation.

“Look, Jay, it’s not gonna be easy, man. But we’ve only got a few more dates on this tour and then we’re off for months. You’ll be able to hang with us and your godchild, whatever that may be. You’ll plan the wedding, hell maybe even have the wedding. And it’ll all feel like a bad memory,” Corey offered half-heartedly.

“Yeah,” Jensen nodded, swallowing hard. “Distant memory.”

The days passed in a hurry. The countdown progressed down to hours, just over 48 now. Two more days and Y/N would be back at this airport picking up her fiance’. But now, she had business to tend to.

It was nearly midnight when Y/N made it to the door of the apartment her best friends owned. She was staying with Alicia until either the baby was born or Corey got back from tour. Alicia insisted that she was fine but Y/N wouldn’t take no for an answer; it was her way of paying them back for everything they’d done for her since they’d met.

“Alicia!” Y/N called as she walked inside, taking her keys out of the door and slipping them in her pocket. Alicia didn’t answer, but Y/N heard her cry out in pain. She rushed towards the bedroom, the direction the sound came from, and found Alicia doubled over, holding onto the door frame of the en suite and clutching her stomach. “Lee?!”

“Y/N. Thank god you’re here. I think I’m going into labor.” A splashing sound drew their attention towards the ground, a stream of clear liquid puddling on the floor at Alicia’s feet.

“Pretty sure your water just broke, hon. Get your shoes, I’ll grab your bag and we’ll call the hospital on the way down to the street,” Y/N instructed, already heading to the closet for the prepared bags. As soon as she grabbed them, she was phoning the hospital and getting the information on the fastest way there and what she needed to do for Alicia in the meantime.

“Y/N, Corey,” Alicia panted as she waddled to the elevator.

“Don’t worry, hon. I’ll handle everything else. You just focus on keeping that baby where it is until we get to the hospital.” Y/N said a silent prayer to whomever was listening that they’d make it in time and that she wouldn’t have to deliver a baby in the backseat of a cab.

Cliff had stopped at an all-night diner for everyone to get off the bus, stretch their legs, and have dinner before continuing on the next leg of the journey. There was still time before the next show, the last show of the tour, so he figured a break from the road was needed.

The group was situated at a long table, Corey at one end and Cliff at the other, quietly talking and enjoying their break. Corey’s phone rang and he looked at Jensen after checking the id. “It’s after midnight and it’s Y/N.”

“Her flight landed like two hours ago,” Jensen added, worry building in his gut.

“Y/N, what’s going -” Corey was cut off by Y/N talking very, very quickly and then handing off the phone. “Alicia, baby, are you okay? How far apart are they? How long until you get there? Okay baby, one of you call me when you can. I love you.” Corey hung up the phone and looked at the table. “Alicia is in labor. Y/N is with her. They’re almost to the hospital.”

The table was stunned into silence before a cacophony of reassurances spewed forth from everyone, turning the heads of the other diners, though no one seemed to care. They finished their meal quickly and headed to the bus, ready to get this final show on the road so Corey could get home to meet his kid.

Seven hours later, Alicia was holding a beautiful baby boy. She was exhausted but she was overjoyed, basking in the bliss of new motherhood. Y/N watched everything with a soft smile and tears in her eyes, happy for her best friends and already deeply in love with her godson.

Corey was video chatting with Alicia and the baby, assuring them that he’d be here tomorrow. That meant that Jensen would be here tomorrow as well. Y/N sighed in relief and shut her eyes, knowing that it would feel faster if she got some rest.

The performers on stage for their final date of the tour were nearly vibrating with anticipation, counting the seconds until they could run back to the tour bus and hop on their flight to New York. The crowd was enjoying every second and the energy in the arena was palpable.

Corey thanked everyone and bid them a good night, restraining himself from running off the stage. Post show drinks were skipped as everyone packed up as fast as they could, the amplifiers still ringing in their ears, and headed to the airport.

The plane took off from South Carolina and landed in New York a few hours later. Corey and Jensen were scanning the crowd as soon as it came into view, chuckling when they spotted Y/N holding a sign that said ‘aging, washed up rock stars’ in bold black letters.

She dropped the sign as soon as she saw Jensen rounding the corner of the walkway and ran to him, jumping in his arms with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

“I missed you so much, sweetheart,” Jensen whispered as he twirled her around.

“Missed you more,” she replied as she buried her face into his neck.

“What’s this about you picking up aging, washed up rock stars?” Corey jested from behind them.

She lifted her head enough to send him a glare. He tossed his head back laughing loudly, amused by the antics of his best friends.

“Can we wrap this up, please? I got a kid to meet,” he quipped, smirking at the couple.

Jensen shifted Y/N onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry as she shrieked and the three of them headed to the baggage claim.

Jensen took the wheel and drove straight to the hospital, dropping Corey off to go be with his son and wife. “Where to, sweetheart?” he asked when they pulled away.

“Anywhere, baby. As long as I’m with you.”

#writercole #old wip #sounds of someday #jensen ackles rpf #corey taylor rpf #happy birthday brandy #turn the page by bob seger

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justjensenanddean · 1 year

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Jensen singing “Sounds of Someday”

Radio Company Live Concert | Nashville, December 19, 2022 [JessieTeaSippin]

#Jensen Ackles #Sounds Of Someday #Radio Company #Radio Company Concert #Radio Company: Nashville Dec 19 2022

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nigrumnotcis · 5 months

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WHY NO ONE TOLD ME RADIO COMPANY IS IN SUPERNATURAL

#supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #spn #castiel #sam winchester #radio company #sounds of someday #jensen ackles

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glamrockcas · 1 year

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Radio Company, Nashville 2022 - end of “Sounds of Someday”

#radio company #radio company concert #jensen ackles #steve carlson #mine #my video #sounds of someday #spnnash #i'm sure there are like 17000 videos already but here

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the-algebra-thing · 2 months

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so again, I'm rereading howl's moving castle LMFAO and truly diana wynne jones' disdain for in depth sensory description is sooo cool. I think I've arrived at one of the most basic things that fascinates me about this book and that drew me in and it's something about how descriptive language and tone intersect. there's a lot of two-step visual description, but very little of the specific descriptive language I'm accustomed to. I can know that something looks lightweight because of the way that michael is carrying it, or that the slime is green and has a weird reaction when you dump ash on it, or that michael obviously wished he had not spoken, or that from the way howls feet are braced it's clear he is exerting great force, but it's almost rare that there's a plain description of what's going on. even if there is a proper one, there's always an opinion or extrapolation at the end of it: the wind tore at sophie's face so savagely that she thought she'd end up with half her face behind each ear. generally what I find is that instead of inferring how a character must feel based on how they are acting, you get to make up the specifics about a character's actions or experience based on how the narrator tells you they feel about it. the writing isn't broken down into small pieces for you to put together; it's made of big ones. a single description hits about three different ideas, and there's another similar one in the next paragraph, and you have to keep up. it drives the story along at a committed pace as well as makes the magic system feel very unique, and then that uniquely maintained system becomes scaffolding for the story's themes to grow off of

#in unfathomable detail #howl's moving castle #diana wynne jones #i probably sound insane sorry #you guys don't have to read this #I just need to diary it so I can understand someday..

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onlysushicat · 3 months

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Grubkat being accompanied to his first day of school by one of his parents :3

Grubkat cries when she can no longer see Karkat, Karkat cries when he gets home lol lol

ps: actually my grubkat is a girl, today I decided to name her Helena :3c

#grubkat #stritas family #helena vantas #i wasnt sure what name to choose but whatevers helena sounds good #karkat vantas #og art #doodles #ask post #anon ask #someday im gonna draw the moment she stops being a grub #homestuck #fanchild

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mysticjrs · 11 months

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Can't outrun Destiny

(shutout to @imminent-danger-came for all the help with ideas and consultation)

(GIF and some stills under read more)

+ the background

#dang this took a while #i was a fool to animate a run cycle! A fool!#if this isn't indicative of how ill this show makes me i don't know what is #well here you go #I still haven't seen the special but someday #lmk #mk lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid #qi xiaotian #mk #animation #gif #video #my art #no sound #lmk s4 #monkie kid

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writercole · 2 years

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I read you are taking Sounds of Someday off Tumblr. Curious as to why. Is it to drive interest in Patreon? And btw, glad you are still keeping writing for Spn.

It's coming down because I'm reworking it for publication. And I'm trying with a real publishing company this time! So fingers crossed there.

Patreon is a good source of a little extra side income for me so of course I'd love to drive interest but that's not really what this is.

I haven't given up on those stubborn ass Winchesters yet. You know they never die. 😉😉

#cole answers #sweet mutuals #sounds of someday #patreon

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justjensenanddean · 1 year

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Sounds of Someday

Radio Company Live Concert | Nashville, December 19, 2022 [x]

#Jensen Ackles #Radio Company #Radio Company Concert #Radio Company: Nashville Dec 19 2022 #Sounds Of Someday #*

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pssherri · 1 year

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Im here to promote silly headcanons so that one is about Lucius who buys any expensive thing Severus wants. That`s all I wanted to say

#snucius #severus snape #lucius malfoy #young severus snape #young lucius malfoy #i said what i said #yes this is for bonita tiktok sound #sorry #i just need to feel something good #digital art #sketch #maybe someday i will draw something meaningful #portrait

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sleepnoises · 1 month

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i and my boyfriend went to an antiques/garage sale last month where i was like i'm not gonna impulse purchase another chair. and then got another chair ($15). but that's not the point of this story. the point is that he got the lord of the rings soundtrack on vinyl unopened for a dollar, we forgot about it until today, and he has just opened it and promptly discovered in quick succession 1) it's the soundtrack to the 1978 animated movie,* 2) it still has the "mail in for free color poster" / "for $5 join the fellowship, based in berkeley, CA" paper inserts 3) if you don't open it it's worth $100 on ebay. so that's the L of the saturday

the mail-in paper bits are nearly worth it

*yes noticing this sooner would have been smart but there was astonishing font vibe consistency with the peter jackson adaptations (don't ask me why i thought this was more likely!!!)

#apparently discogs dot com calls the sound quality of the pressing ''not good''#someday we will listen though #i think it's nice to buy and use things and also this will teach us to respect antique sales a little more.

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laidenbreecatchall · 4 months

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It may be crimbus eve but I did draw things for the modern Doctor/Surgeon!Law x ComaGhost!reader (in this case, me) Story that’s been percolating in my head. The main concept is that the reader has to get the attention of Law and to do so has to push him to the edge of exhaustion so he can see her. I don’t think she does anything outwardly malicious in order to keep him awake but she is totally haunting him. Edges of his vision, whispers of desperation in the night, general sense of unease, paranoia and anxiety. Ya know, ghost shit. There’s a few other ideas swirling in my head like some Penguin, Shachi, Bepo, ghost hunting to help, hijinks. And perhaps a reason that the reader is linked/drawn to Law, but nothing super solid yet. Just that her coma is induced and there may be some foul play involved in the hospital 👀👀.

Perhaps I’ll write out more for the au but for now enjoy this little context sketch page!

(Also the “explodes you with my mind” he just has a sleep deprivation migraine and I thought his pose looked like that lol!)

As usual, transcript under cut 💕

(Starting at top left to right)

*Explodes you with my mind*

“Please just let me fucking sleep”

Doctor, I need you to help me… please…

I’m so sorry I tormented you so, sleep well my sweet Doctor