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Nightingale Chapter Thirteen: Broken Pieces and Jagged Edges

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Thirteen: Broken Pieces and Jagged Edges

Word Count: 6966

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

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

Additional Notes: The response to this story has been beyond my expectations! You guys have been the best! Thank you for continuing to read my work and encourage me, its kept my eye on the prize :)

Additional Additional Notes: I feel the need to reiterate that this is fiction and in no way is a reflection on real life people. Jensen's Ex Wife in this fic is not nice. Ex's are ex's for a reason and aside from physical appearance and name, the Danneel in this story bears no resemblance to the RLP. Fiction is just a place to lose yourself for a while, not a place to hurt people.

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“Oh, so you’re alive! I thought maybe you wasted away, and your cat was eating the face off your decomposing body.”

“Hi Maddy,” you deadpanned, opening the door wide so she and the twins could enter your apartment. “Hi munchkins.”

“Hi Y/N,” chirped Casey, instantly running off to explore.

“Your cat eats faces?” Chrissy’s brow puckered with worry.

You reached down to pick him up and rest him on your hip, “I don’t have a cat. Your face and all your other body parts are safe here, buddy.”

“Well, it’s clean,” Maddy said as she peeled off her coat and gloves. “In a sad, divorced dad living in a motel room, kind of way.”

“Glad you approve.”

She cast a critical eye around the bare bones dwelling, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

You set Chrissy down so he could play with his sister who had discovered your stethoscope and blood pressure cuff in the bathroom cabinet. “What are you guys doing here? I thought you were going shopping?”

“We came to pick you up; you’re coming with us.”

“I’m not fit for public appearances.”

“Not looking like that, you’re not,” she agreed.

Your shadowed eyes looked away on a sigh and Maddy grabbed your hands. Coaxing you to look at her. When you did, she gave you a sad smile.

“Come on. Wash your face, change your clothes, and grab your coat. Let’s go stimulate the economy.”

It was just a few short days before Christmas and after seeing your pitiful apartment in person, Maddy insisted on decorating for the season. Hours later, you had hit every shop conceivable and put a hefty dent in your bank account. The twins conked out on your bed while you and Maddy put up your new tree in the corner of your living room.

Several strands of lights and a few ornaments made a hell of a difference. There were wreaths, stockings, garlands, and ribbons. It did have that fresh out of the box look, but it still warmed everything up to the point that it wasn’t so painfully vacant.

“I ran into him yesterday,” Maddy said, as she wrapped tinsel around the tree. “He looked like shit.”

You nodded, listening as you tried to focus, placing the glittering star shaped ornaments on the branches.

“He offered to help carry my groceries, like nothing had even happened!”

“He’s a good man.”

“I hate him, and I told him to get bent,” Maddy spat, pouring each of you a hefty serving of spiked eggnog.

You accepted the drink with an arched eyebrow.

“Alright, I didn’t, but I really wanted to. He deserves it!”

“No, he doesn’t. He’s hurting just as much as I am and hating him won’t fix it.”

Maddy took a large swallow of eggnog and added another shot of brandy for good measure. “He was going to ask about you. I could tell, it was written all over his face, but I bolted as soon as the elevator doors opened. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.”

“I appreciate your solidarity, but you don’t need to alienate yourself from your neighbors on my account.”

“How are you so balanced about this?

“I’m applying for sainthood,” you shrugged.

“We should be raging!” Maddy shook her fists for emphasis. “Drinking regrettable amounts of tequila and swearing off men while listening to Taylor Swift!”

“I don’t really like Taylor Swift.”

Maddy shook her head in despair, “You’re in worse shape than I thought.”

You plopped down on the couch, which immediately sagged sadly under your weight. “I don’t want to rage. There are so many things about this that don’t make sense. But at the end of the day, it comes down to trust. I’ve lost his trust, whether it was my fault or not.”

“It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”

You drew your legs up under your backside to make room for Maddy to sit beside you. “Jensen’s been burned before by people who had an ulterior motive. People in that industry are inundated with it all the time. Everything is fake. Not to mention his cheating ex-wife.”

“You are not her,” Maddy insisted, sinking down on the vacant end of the couch. “He must know that.”

“I thought he did. Oh Maddy, you didn’t see the look in his eyes. He was devastated. He looked at me like I had betrayed him just like she did.”

You felt like crying as the familiar tightness started in your chest, squeezing your heart. But you’d spent so much of the past week in tears that you doubted you could produce another drop at this point. And you’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t. You needed to get on with it. You still had a life to live and that was why you invited Maddy and the kids over. Nothing like a kickass mom to kick your ass when you needed it.

“You did the right thing, Y/N. You did,” she nodded for emphasis. “Sacrificing your self-worth won’t cure his trust issues. It doesn’t work that way.”

“I know, I know,” you whispered. “But why does doing the right thing feel so shitty?”

“Because you’re in love with him.”

You nodded and Maddy suddenly yelped. Jumping to her feet while rubbing her ass cheek. A rusty spring was sticking up through the cushion she had been sitting on.

Maddy gave you a disgusted look, “New couch, first thing tomorrow.”

Jensen was at his parent’s house for exactly twenty-seven hours before he made his escape. Going home was always a balm for him. He reconnected with his family and could leave his public persona at the door. Not the case this year. There was paparazzi waiting for him at the Dallas airport, a few of them even followed him to his old neighborhood. They only retreated after they encountered the security enforced at the gated community.

He was greeted at the door by his mother and a pile of Amazon boxes. The gifts he’d ordered over the past few weeks, many of them for you.

“Sorry honey, I didn’t know which ones to get rid of.”

He felt so alone despite being surrounded by friends and family. It was as if their presence accentuated the one person who was glaringly absent. God, he missed you! The term heartbreak was literal, there was this ever-present ache right in the center of his chest. Sometimes it hurt to even breathe! Just a word or a glance, a commercial on tv, a song on the radio. Everything reminded him of you, and it hurt like hell.

After he’d had his fill of endless explanations and pitying looks, Jensen pulled a baseball cap down over his head and borrowed his brother’s truck. He wasn’t even sure where he was going until he saw the flickering neon sign advertising cold beer and bottomless wings. It was just the sort of hole in the wall Dean would have loved.

“What would Dean do?” Jensen muttered as he pulled into the parking lot.

He knew from previous experience that it was only a temporary solution, but it would do for the moment. The moment, turned into days. It wasn’t the alcohol that helped as much as the strange surroundings. He didn’t want to be home, any home he had felt wrong now because you weren’t there. It was like you’d taken that with you when you walked away from him that night. Or perhaps it never really existed. Like so many things about you… it simply wasn’t real.

It was Jensen’s last night in Texas. In the morning, he would head back to Vancouver where he could lose himself in his work. God, did he need something positive to focus on. Something besides himself! He’d spent the last three weeks as a permanent fixture at table number five and even he had to admit, a good drying out was in order.

“Buy a girl a drink?”

He was pulled from his brooding thoughts by a voice he hoped to never hear again. He didn’t even bother to look up.

“Buy it yourself, you’ve got plenty of my money to do so.”

She was just as he remembered. Her red hair was highlighted this time and longer. Probably those fancy extensions she liked so much. Tanned skin and pucker perfect lips. The living embodiment of the Hollywood standard.

Her dark chocolate eyes were expertly accentuated by smokey liner, yet they held no warmth. She smirked as she sat across from him and he wondered how in the hell he had ever been attracted to her.

“Leave.”

Danneel signaled to the bartender and sighed, “That’s no way to talk to your amicable ex. I thought we were on decent terms.”

“Yeah, I live my life and you crawl back to yours. Why are you here anyway? This place doesn’t even have Wi-Fi.”

“It’s not my usual style, but I was in town visiting a few friends and heard you were around. Thought I’d swing by and wish you a Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Jensen intoned. “Now get out.”

The bartender dropped off another pitcher of beer along with an extra pint glass. With deliberate movements, she poured herself a glass and topped of his. After a moment, she sighed. “I came to apologize.”

Jensen’s brow furrowed, as he watched her blood red manicured nails tap the side of the pint, “For what?”

“For everything. For how things ended between us, for the affair.” To his astonishment, tears pricked those cold eyes. “It was my fault, all of it. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I was hoping you could forgive me.”

He certainly wasn’t expecting that. Danneel wasn’t known for her humility. He used to see it as confidence and strength. Now it seemed arrogant.

“Seriously?”

“I am so sorry, babe. It was the biggest mistake of my life and…” she reached across the table and grasped his hand. “I regret it. Every day. If I could go back, I’d do so many things differently. I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

It was then that he saw the seams in her veneer. Danneel was an actress or had been at one time and after nearly a decade married to the woman, he knew her tells.

“I miss you. I’d like to become friends again.” She cocked her head and gave him a sultry look he knew well.

“You want to get back together.” Jensen breathed.

“It wasn’t all bad, was it? We can try again, get it right this time.”

Her foot gently nudging at his leg under the table, “We were good together, we could be again.”

He barked out a laugh. “You have got to be kidding me!”

Danneel never did react very gracefully to not getting her way. Her confidence slipped from her features, and she sneered.

“You arrogant son of a bitch! You’re turning me down? You? You’re an over-the-hill pretty boy who fell ass backwards into a leading role! You’ve got nothing without that show and as soon as it ends so will your so-called career.”

Suddenly, Jensen was thrown back into the exact same feelings he’d had when he walked in on her cheating on him. Back to every belittling conversation they’d had. Back to every snide remark she’d made in front of his friends and family. She cut him down in a million ways and he felt so low about himself that he never recognized it for what it was. Abuse, no matter how you sliced it.

You deserve to be loved. Completely and totally. Every day.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You got that right,” she spat.

For the first time since that awful gala, he felt you beside him. He was a stronger person and a better man for the time he spent with you. That relationship with you; no matter how brief, no matter how it ended, made him better. And he didn’t have to lose that just because he lost you.

“I deserve better.” He looked his ex-wife squarely in the eye for what he was sure would be the last time. “You cheated on me. You used me for my money and my connections. You never loved me, half the time you didn’t even fake it. And that’s on me for sticking around when I knew it wasn’t right. But I’ll be damned if I’m ever going back to that life again.”

Danneel was practically sputtering when Jensen got to his feet and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet. “Drinks on me.”

He turned on his heel and walked away from her for the second time in his life. And this time, he knew it would stick.

It took you six more weeks to complete your internship at Vancouver General. After a final round of tests, McMillian put you back into your regular rotation as a doctor in the ER. Tony wanted to ease you into it, but as they were short staffed you were back up to your normal workload in short order.

You easily fell back into the rhythm of hospital life. The fast pace and variety of challenges in the ER kept you on your toes. Being a doctor again gave you a purpose. You helped people in measurable ways, and it felt good. Your days off were mostly spent with Maddy and the kids. Occasionally, you met up with Kimmy for coffee but aside from that you had no contact with anyone from your time with Jensen.

It was as distant as a dream, making you wonder at times if it had been real at all. It was in your dreams that you saw him. The nightmares with the little girls were not as frequent, probably because you made a point to exhaust yourself every day. But you did see Jensen. Green eyes crinkling as he smiled just for you. His hands wandering as your body arched to his touch. You dreamt of the cabin, of hot tubs and cowboy boots, Netflix marathons, and singing cheesy county songs. You hated going to sleep because waking up and finding yourself alone was a new kind of torture.

Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost had never lost the love of Jensen Ackles.

There were times when you wished you could just lose your memory all over again, at least then you wouldn’t have to live with knowing how good things could be. You could live in oblivion and maybe then you could get a little peace.

“Hey, Gabby!”

Your head shot up from your phone as the elevator doors opened, you still weren’t used to hearing people address you by that name. “Oh, hey Val. How’s the pathology lab treating you?”

“Brutal. I’ve got a stack of paperwork waiting for me after lunch plus that new guy in cardiology is on my ass for a blood panel he ordered less than an hour ago.”

“You’ll rise to the challenge.”

“Always do,” she smiled and hit the button for the cafeteria. “You know, I’ve got tickets to that Supernatural convention next weekend. My roommate can’t go, and I know how much you love that show.”

You kept your features schooled; this wasn’t the first time Val had tried to pump you for information on Jensen. After the TMZ article leaked, she was the first in line to try and get the real story from you. Most of your collogues were professional enough to not press you, especially at work, but Val was persistent. You never gave her an inch.

“I’ve got overnight shifts that weekend, but I’m sure you’ll find someone to take you up on your offer. It’s a popular show.”

“True. The convention sold out super quick this time… probably because people are wanting to hear Jensen talk about his wife.”

You frowned and couldn’t help from asking, “His wife?”

“Oh God… didn’t you hear? They got back together! The whole fandom is up in arms about it. She’s always been a little stand offish and was rude to fans back in the early days.” Val explained in that airy, gossipy way she had about her. “I doubt he’ll say anything about it, but maybe! You know, if he has a few drinks in him.”

The elevator doors opened, and Val stepped out, not waiting for your response. You stopped off at the locker room to change into your scrubs. Once you were alone, you opened your phone and against your better judgement, you found the story.

Jensen and Danneel Ackles spotted at local bar. Despite finalizing their divorce last year, the longtime love birds were seen getting cozy during the Supernatural star’s last trip home. Insiders say they are on track to recapture the romance as soon as the CW series wraps.

You stared at the picture of them, obviously taken from another table and not posed. They were leaning close, talking. It could have been a normal conversation, you supposed. It didn’t necessarily have to be romantic. You knew firsthand that the press didn’t operate with integrity. But given what Jensen told you about that marriage and how it ended, you couldn’t fathom why he would give her the time of day at all!

Your first instinct wasn’t jealousy, it was worry. God! Was he hurting so bad that he went back to her? Back to the woman who broke his heart and eroded his self-esteem? Your mind went through the rolodex of people you could ask about it. In the end, you came up blank. There was no way it wouldn’t get back to Jensen. He was so angry with you that it would likely push him even further into destructive behavior. You just had to hope that Jared and other good people around him would help keep him balanced.

It hurt to see him. Even a slightly blurry cell phone shot of the back of his head. You missed him terribly. Most days, you were good at leaving your personal life at the door. That was one of the blessings of your job; you could let it consume you completely and it just made you better at it. But today, it just stayed with you.

Unfortunately, your shift wasn’t a busy one. Not that you wanted people to be hurt, but what you wouldn’t give for a kid with a broken arm right about now!

“Doctor Baines,” one of the nurses came up and handed you a clipboard. “Exam room two, male aged fifty, chest pains.”

Your eyes darted over the papers as you made your way across the ER. All typical baseline information, weight, age, height and the name. You stopped in your tracks. Son of a bitch!

“And the hits just keep coming.”

Clif reclined on the exam bed. Despite already being stripped out of his street clothes and dressed in a flimsy hospital gown, he was planning his escape. “This is a damn waste of time.”

Jared clamped a hand down over Clif’s shoulder and forced him to stay put, “We are not going anywhere until the doctor takes a look at you.”

“I’m telling you, I’m fine,” Clif grunted as he shifted uncomfortably.

“Keeling over in the middle of the day is not fine. And chest pains are on the short list of things you don’t ignore.”

“Jared Padalecki, ever the voice of reason.”

The two men looked at you in complete surprise as you entered. Every inch the professional; starched white lab coat over navy blue scrubs, hair pulled back in a ponytail and your id clipped to your lapel.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Clif muttered while Jared rose from the cramped chair next to the bed.

“Y/N,” he pulled you into a quick hug.

“Good to see you too.” You gave a tight smile to your patient who glared in return. “So, what brings you in today, Mr. Kosterman.”

“No way in hell I am talking to you,” Clif grunted while a grimace of pain crossed his face. “Get my pants, Jarpad, we’re out of here!”

“Severe chest pain, shortness of breath, elevated blood pressure, sweating.” You tossed the clipboard on the foot of the bed. “There’s not a chance I’m going to let you walk out of here exhibiting symptoms like that. I know you hate me, Clif. And you don’t trust me, which is why I’ve called Doctor Evans for a consult.”

Clif frowned up at you, “Who the hell is Evans?”

“Chief Cardiologist.”

“Come on, man. Let Y/N check you over,” Jared begged.

Clif rolled his eyes but settled back with a grunt. “Have it your way, ya moose.”

It was amazing how agreeable people could be when they were scared and in pain. No matter your personal feelings towards him, you genuinely wanted him to be well. Tony McMillan had been right when he said healing was your calling. You couldn’t imagine denying help you knew you could provide.

Clif allowed you to conduct your examination and by the time Evans arrived, you had your diagnosis.

“Indigestion?! Are you kidding me?” Cliff bellowed at the two of you.

“The symptoms you experienced mimic those of a cardiac episode, but I have to agree with Doctor Baines’ assessment.” Evans was a mild-mannered man with the patience of a saint.

“Now, I would like to schedule you for a stress test just to rule out any potential for future attacks and start you on gastrointestinal friendly diet as soon as possible.”

The look of disgust on Clif’s face was comical. Low sodium, low fat, minimal red meat… a fate worse than death. You hid your smile as you headed for the door, “I’ll just go get your discharge papers started.”

“Hey, Nightingale.”

You turned your head and caught his grateful nod. For the first time, there wasn’t hostility in Clif’s eyes.

“Thanks.”

“Any time. Hard ass.”

Jared followed you out into the hallway, “Y/N, wait.”

You knew you weren’t off the hook that easily. “Just let me get that paperwork and you can take Clif home.”

Jared’s warm, hazel gaze met yours and he suddenly didn’t know what to say. A couple of months ago, he would have said he knew you well. That you were friends. Now, nothing felt certain.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “How have you been?”

“I’m well,” was your tight reply. “You? Gen and the kids?”

“Good! They’re good.”

You looked up at him and took pity. “Jared, why don’t you ask me what you really want to know?”

He hesitated for a second then blurted it out. “Do you still love him?”

The question rang out like a shot! The bluntness of it took your breath away. So much that you couldn’t even form the words. You crossed your arms over your middle and looked away.

“He still loves you, he never stopped.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, “Jared…”

“I know he screwed up and I know things are a mess. He’s a mess! He’s an absolute wreck without you.” Jared appealed to you in earnest.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, unsure what else was left to say.

“Just… give him a call, talk to him.”

“He knows where I am, Jared. If he wanted to contact me, he could have done so at any time.” You couldn’t help the hint of temper that reared up. “I’m not in hiding. Nor am I changing my name and fleeing the country.”

It was Jared’s turn to glance away, “Yeah, I heard about that.”

“Why would you want to bring someone like me back into your best friend’s life? I’m a con artist, remember? I sold my story to the press for a quick buck and five minutes of fame.”

“No, you didn’t. You would never do that.”

“I wish Jensen had the same faith in me that you do.”

“He does! And as for the rest of it, there is a reasonable explanation. We just haven’t found it.”

You sighed heavily, “If he did, then he would be here talking to me, not you.”

“He was a fucking idiot to let you walk away that night, and he’s still an idiot.” Jared paused, “You never answered my question… Do you still love him?”

“Gabby?”

Your wide eyes went to the man coming up behind Jared. “Dave, hi. This is my friend, Jared.”

Jared’s expression cooled immediately as he took measure of the man shaking his hand. Good looking with a tall, wiry build. He was sporting a lab coat like yours and a pair of neon Nikes. Dave smiled and Jared tightened his grip just enough to earn a satisfying wince from the man.

“Wow! That’s some handshake buddy! Gabs, I just wanted to make sure we were still on for the Green Room tonight.”

You felt your face heat up, “Yes, of course. I’ll see you there.”

Dave grinned a mouthful of perfect veneers as he turned to leave. “Sounds good, babe.”

“You’re seeing someone?”

You hated yourself for squirming at the question. “Not exactly. He’s been asking me for a while and I… wait! Why am I explaining this to you? I’m a normal, single adult engaging in a normal adult social life. Just like Jensen is.”

“If you’re talking about Danneel, that wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Oh Jared, it doesn’t matter! What we had is gone now. And I can’t spend the rest of my life mourning it. At some point I’ve got to move on and so does he.”

Stubborn to the last, Jared pressed you again, “You didn’t answer…”

“Of course, I love him. How could I not?” Your voice cracked as you headed towards the nurse’s station, “I’ll get your paperwork.”

Jensen turned his coat collar up against the wind as he strode towards the Green Room Martini Lounge. In truth, it didn’t take much for Jared to convince him to seek you out. He’d pulled his phone out several times a day ever since he got back to Vancouver, his thumb hovering over your name. In the end, he just tortured himself by rereading your past texts and skimming through pictures.

He knew he fucked up and he had no idea how to fix it. He wasn’t even sure if you would want him to, and after the way he treated you, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you further. He wanted you to be happy, even if that meant you weren’t with him. His over-protective nature doubled down on his guilt and in the end, he knew you deserved better than him.

But when Jared told him that you still loved him, despite everything, he began to hope. Then he mentioned your upcoming date and that settled it. Jensen showered, shaved and booked it to the upscale club. It was close to your hospital, that was probably why the bastard picked it. If he cared to know you at all, he’d never take you there. You hated clubs, they were too loud and the crowded. You much preferred intimate conversations in private booths.

If this asshole booked a fucking booth, I’m going to lose it!

Jensen paid the cover fee and entered. It was dark and moody, with slim, green lights outlining the bar and tables. Hence the name, The Green Room. Heavy base music pumped out of the speakers and drowned out the sea of voices. It was absolutely packed, typical for a Friday night. He scanned the room and when he caught a glimpse of your hair shining in the dim light, his heart tripped.

You looked the same. Gorgeous. Your black sweater dress was off the shoulder and framed your delicate collarbones. You’d kept the blonde, it cascaded over your bare shoulders in waves and shone like a beacon. It was still too cold for bare legs, so where the short hem of your dress stopped, matching leggings took over and disappeared into boots.

Do you like my boots?

Jensen’s mind flashed briefly on you from the trip to the cabin. His determination cemented then. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say to you, but he wasn’t leaving without you. That was just a fact.

His approach slowed as he saw a man come to your side. You turned your attention to him, and Jensen guessed that was your date.

Fucking Doctor Sexy… Dave. Whatever the fuck his name is. Slick son of a bitch!

You weren’t saying much but the look on your face could be called polite. And slightly pained. Dave’s hand was on yours, then suddenly disappeared lower while his other arm wrapped around you. Dave leaned close to your ear, and you squirmed, recoiling slightly from his touch. Jensen couldn’t hear what you said, but he saw it plain as day. No.

Dave was an absolute disaster. He had six shots before you even arrived to meet him, and he was all hands. Seriously! The man was like an octopus, as soon as you got rid of one hand there was another one right behind it! When he excused himself to the men’s room, you called for an Uber, determined to make your excuses as soon as he got back.

“Come on babe, don’t go! We’re just getting started…”

“Dave, I’m just not up to it.”

His hand found your hip and squeezed as he pinned you up against the bar. “Don’t be like that, let’s have some fun!”

“Stop it,” you commanded, trying to get him to release you. “Let me go.”

Dave coiled his arm around you and held you so tightly it pinched. “You are not going anywhere until we get to know each other properly.”

You felt panic skate up your spine. It was a busy night and no one else was really paying attention, certainly not enough to notice that you were having a problem. And despite being completely wasted, Dave was strong and persistent. You were going to have to do something drastic if you wanted to convince him you were serious.

“Let go!” You stomped his foot hard, hoping it would prompt him to release you. Instead, he grabbed your wrist and twisted it painfully back.

“You bitch!” He spat and for a split second you were worried he was actually going to hit you. How the hell did this night go so sideways?

“Hey!”

Suddenly, you were free and stumbled backwards while Dave was on the ground clutching his jaw. Stunned, your wide eyes looked straight into those familiar, bottle green ones. You knew that you were gaping at him like an idiot but was literally the last person you expected to see there. One minute you were at risk for a black eye on a first date the next you were completely safe. And you knew you would be, you always were with him.

Jensen worriedly searched your face, “Are you alright?”

“Fuck! You broke my fucking jaw!”

You came out of your shock all at once. Now keenly aware that the three of you had caused such a disruption that everyone in the club was watching, including the bouncers. There was no time to wonder about the implications of Jensen’s presence. Without a second thought, you grabbed your coat and Jensen’s hand. You pushed your way through the people and out the door. Leaving your date bellowing on the floor.

The Uber you had the foresight to order was waiting at the curb. Heedless of the chaos swirling around you, you climbed in the backseat with Jensen and left the club and crowd behind.

You weren’t saying anything, and Jensen wasn’t sure what to make of it. You didn’t seem angry or upset. You didn’t seem happy either. In fact, you weren’t even looking at him. You stared out the window, with your leather coat folded on your lap. When the car finally pulled up in front of your building, you said a quiet thank you to the driver and got out.

Jensen followed, hoping that you would at least give him five minutes to talk to you before you kicked his ass to the curb.

You silently unlocked the door and flipped on the lights. Jensen paused in the foyer; it was almost unrecognizable from the last time he had seen it. You painted the walls a deep green gray that both warmed and calmed. You had artwork, new furniture, a television, and entertainment center. Teak blinds offered privacy. It even smelled good, like vanilla and fresh linens. You’d made it a home and while he was pleased to know you weren’t living in a shoebox, he was worried by it. Why would you want to come home with him if you’d made a home here?

“Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll take a look at your hand.”

Jensen nodded as you disappeared into the bathroom. He sat on the sofa and found it comfortable. New as well. The whole apartment was inviting now, it didn’t feel sad or temporary. This was a place you’d want to stay.

When you came back, you’d removed your boots and had a first aid kit in your hands. You sat next to him on the couch and took his hand, examining the knuckles. Your touch was warm and reminiscent of better days spent together.

“Go ahead and wiggle your fingers for me.”

You watched the movements and tried not to be distracted by the freckles you saw scattered across his hand. Who knew you could miss something as tiny as freckles?

“Does that hurt?”

You hadn’t made eye contact with him until that moment and when you did, he was as struck as he was the first time. There was so much to say and yet no words seemed adequate.

“No.”

Satisfied, you took out alcohol swabs to clean the minor cuts and dabbed antibiotic ointment over them. You blew softly across his skin to dry it.

“Why were you at the club tonight?”

“For you.”

You placed a tiny bandage over the cut, again keeping your eyes on your work, “Why?”

“Jared, he ah… said he ran into at the hospital.”

“And he told you about my plans for the evening.” You looked up again, this time your eyes flashed with blue fire, hinting at temper bubbling under the surface. “You can keep your jealousy; I’ve had my fill of male posturing.”

“I wasn’t jealous!”

“I’ve been working at the same hospital and living in the same apartment for months. You made no move to contact me until I had a date and then you swoop in out of nowhere and punch him in the face! If that’s not jealousy, then what the hell is it?!”

“That’s me, dropping a douchebag who asked for it!”

“That’s me having the same poor judgement in men,” you grabbed the first aid kit and headed to the kitchen. “I hope your ego is satisfied because I don’t have any other dates scheduled.”

Jensen was hot on your heels, “Well next time try going out with a guy who knows the meaning of the word no!”

“Should I expect this kind of interference every time I attempt to have a personal life or only when you feel you have something to prove?”

“You’d rather I let that asshole assault you? You told him to stop, and he didn’t, I’m not going to apologize for stepping in. So, sweetheart if you wanna be pissed, then be pissed… cause I’d do it all again. In a heartbeat.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned fiercely. There was a time when that display of protectiveness would have made your heart swell. Tonight, it only served as a reminder of what had been lost.

You sighed as the fight drained out of you. You pulled down two glasses from the cupboard and filled each of them halfway with merlot.

“Is this what I can expect for the rest of my life? You show up once every few months to remind me of mistakes I didn’t know I was making and scare off any hope for normalcy?”

He took the glass you handed him. The pain he saw reflected in your eyes was just as raw as his own. He knew he was the cause and he hated himself for it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you here, Jensen?”

“I wasn’t going to come,” he confessed. “Not cause I didn’t want to, because God knows I’ve picked up my phone every damn day just to hear your voice. But I’m the one who destroyed everything. I hurt you so damn bad and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I have some things to tell you so if you aren’t ready to throw me out just yet, will you give me a minute?”

You nodded mutely and sat down at the small café table under the kitchen window. Your heart had been so heavy for so long that the weight of it seemed unbearable. Now with him here, you felt both hopeful and terrified. You sipped your wine and waited.

“You know when Clif showed me those files there was a part of me that had been expecting it. Because being with you was just too good to be true, there was no way it could last. I’ve never been that happy before, I didn’t know what to do with it. It was easier to believe that it had all been a lie.”

He huffed out a breath, “I ran into Danneel when I was home.”

“I know,” you softy replied, and his eyes widened. “There was an article.”

“Where would we be without those articles?” He wondered aloud, taking a large swallow of wine. “She found me licking my wounds in a dive bar, suggested we give it another go. Get it right this time.”

“Did you consider it?”

“Not for a second. I had this voice in my head telling me I deserved better and for the first time I believed it. That’s why I’m here, Y/N. I couldn’t let you go on with the rest of your life not knowing the difference you made in mine.”

“Being married to her, I wasn’t even sure real love existed, certainly not for me. But you came along and proved her wrong, proved me wrong. I’m not going to settle for anything less, never again. You saved me, Y/N. Even if you never forgive me, even if you don’t love me any more… I just had to thank you.

Tears gathered in your eyes and you swallowed, not sure if you could trust your own voice. To your surprise, Jensen knelt in front of you and took your hands in his.

“I am so sorry I hurt you. There is nothing I can say that will ever make it right. I just want you to know that I love you. I’m never gonna stop loving you. I’ll do anything to make you happy and if that means I’m not a part of your life, then so be it. I’ll sleep well at night knowing that I’m giving you what you want.”

He was saying everything you wanted to hear, yet your heart was breaking. This beautiful man was at your feet, pledging his undying love. What more could you ask for? What more could anyone want in life?

I must be out of my mind.

Jensen watched as you stood and walked a few paces, turning your back to him. He’d lost you; it was already too late. God, he was never going to forgive himself!

“What about Miranda Tyler? Or Stephanie Jacobs?” You stomach twisted just saying those names aloud. “Rachael Scott… I still don’t have any answers for you.”

He got to his feet and shrugged helplessly, “I don’t care.”

“I do! It blew my world apart and there’s probably more. I don’t want to live in fear that another name is going to crop up and send you packing!”

He stood there, tall and true as always. Awaiting your command.

“What do you want, Y/N?”

You wanted everything to go back to how it had been before. You wanted to be oblivious to the truth, what little you had of it. You wanted to run away with him to your cabin and stay there forever, safe from the people trying to tear the two of your apart. You wanted something that didn’t exist anymore.

Your blue gaze looked away and he had his answer. He reached out and swiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, just as he had so many times before.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’ll be alright.” He brushed a soft kiss over your forehead, “Goodbye.”

Jensen didn’t know where he found the strength to walk away from you, but love does crazy things to a man. He was prepared to gut himself to give you a peace that he would never know.

Just as he twisted the front doorknob and pulled, you slammed your hand against it.

“Stay.”

He stared at you; his heart laid bare, afraid to breathe. Praying to God he got a second chance he knew he didn’t deserve.

“Please stay. I want you to stay.”

You blinked back the tears and framed his face in your hands. “You. I want you. I want you…”

His mouth crashed down on yours and silenced any further confessions. You gasped as he groaned, hurried hands striping each other bare. Desperate longing. Needy passion, broken pieces, and jagged edges. Everything melded together and in the hours that followed the two of you found each other again. Your bodies conveying the truth where your words had failed.

You each gave what the other wanted, tomorrow would come the problem of how to keep it.

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More Than Meets the Eye (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

A/N: Hello! I know I’ve been on hiatus for a while but I’m working on stories that are not ready to be posted yet. However, this one was based on a dream I had last night (2/11/22) so I figured I better write it down before I forget it! I’m also adding images to this story! I will post links to how I image the characters looking and dressing!

Warnings: Nothing but fluff! This story will not have Danneel or Zep only because they were not in my dream lol

Word Count: 2,022

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Jensen Ackles has been known to the world as Dean Winchester on Supernatural for 15 years and even with the show being over, people still recognize him as such. Living in a world where everywhere you go, people either want a picture or an autograph or just a chance to touch you but what if that wasn’t enough? Sure, fame and fortune have their benefits but when you peel the layers back on the onion that is Jensen Ackles, what’s left? He thought there was more to him but most people didn’t bother to get to know that side of him, except for one person…her. She comes into his life at the most inconvenient time but she may be just what he needs to finally feel okay.

Jensen’s POV

“Alright, that’s a wrap!” The director yells, and everyone on set cheers and applauds. Finally, we were done filming the third season of The Boys. I was really excited for this series and for my fans to see my take on a superhero. As much as I love what I do though, there are times I wish I could just be seen for myself as a person and not as an entertainer. Especially at a time like this, when I’m in the middle of an ugly divorce and trying to manage to raise my three children on top of a career that does not seem to let up. I grabbed my stuff out of the trailer they set me up with while we filmed the series and called for my driver to come and take me to the airport. In less than 24 hours, I have to be in Austin to get my shit together and get to court. Pulling out my phone, I select my classic rock playlist on Spotify, put my AirPods in, and get whisked off to the airport. Passing through security with a breeze, I manage to board the plane without anyone noticing me. I figured it would be best if I grew my hair and beard out so people wouldn’t recognize me. I love my fans more than anything in the world, but they wouldn’t want to be around me right now. A hop, skip, and a flight later, I get to the house, where I now live alone, and pick out my best suit for court tomorrow at 10 am. The only thing that is getting me through all this craziness is knowing I get to see my kids for the next week.

Reader’s POV

“Whoa, holy shit, (Y/N) get in here!” Your best friend yells for you and you come rushing down the hall back to your room.

“What’s wrong, Cyn?” you say when you look to see Cynthia holding her phone.

“Jensen Ackles is divorced!” She exclaims.

“So?” You answer.

“What do you mean, so? Have you seen him? He is beautiful!” She defends her argument.

“Yeah, but isn’t he like, 40 or something?” You throwback.

“He’s turning 44 this year…” Cynthia says, barely louder than a whisper.

“44?! Really, Cyn?” You exclaim, never knowing the true age of the man she always talks about.

“Yeah, well!” She says but doesn’t have a good rebuttal.

“Cyn, you do realize he’s fifteen years older than you, right? The man was a freshman in high school when you were born.”

“I know but he could totally pass for 35,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Well whatever, it’s not like you can afford to meet him,” you remind her of her current financial situation.

“You’re not wrong but, maybe we can just, nonchalantly run into him somewhere.”

“Where?” You ask.

“Anywhere! You know he lives here,” Cyn says, motioning to the area around her.

“He lives in Marble Falls?” You question, wondering why a celebrity of his stature would ever live in a small town like this.

“Well no, but he is living in Austin,” Cynthia says.

“Right, of course, you reply, rolling your eyes.”

“Oh come on (y/n) please come with me to the city? I really want to see him! And he’s in need of a shoulder to cry on! They say the divorce is brutal,” Cyn says, grabbing a curling iron and doing her hair (https://bit.ly/3HXtoAM). She puts her makeup on, dressed in the cutest outfit she could find (https://bit.ly/3LyGQ0a), and grabs a purse, her phone, and some shades. You watch as she gets herself ready, mesmerized by how it looked so effortless to Cynthia to look as beautiful as she does. Obviously, you know it wasn’t without effort for her to get ready but she didn’t need to do all she did to make herself look good.

“Well, what do you think?” She asks, during a twirl to show off her outfit.

“You look great,” You say.

“You’re not dressing up?” She asks, looking at your (https://bit.ly/3BooXwh) outfit.

“No? Why should I?” You ask.

“Because he’s Jensen Ackles; he’s gorgeous.”

“He’s alright, plus I’m not even a fan of his, you are,” you say and Cynthia just sighs.

“Fine, let’s go to the City and see what we can find,” she says and you grab your belongings before following her out to her car. Turning on a song from her phone, she revs the engine to life and speeds down the road. About an hour later, you pull up to a small coffee shop and head inside for a caffeine break.

Just after you ordered, Cynthia froze in her spot. You didn’t realize something happened until your orders were called as ready and you turned to hand the cup to Cyn.

“Cyn? You okay?” You ask, looking at your friend expectantly.

“It’s him,” she says, not taking the drink or looking away from the man she’s always wanted to meet.

Looking in the direction of her line of vision, you see a man with a shaggy beard and hair to match. He seemed a bit unkempt, maybe almost like he let his personal hygiene suffer just a bit, but he was surrounded by children. Two little girls sat close together, across from the man, and giggled at something he must’ve said to them. Their smiles were bigger than their little faces, one girl had big eyes as she looked at the man in front of her, and your heart couldn’t help but melt at what you witnessed.

“How do I look?” Cynthia suddenly asked, looking to you for an answer, and pulling you from your trance.

“Oh, uh, you look great. Wait, is that his kids he’s with?” You ask, looking back to the table.

“Yeah, those are his daughters, JJ and Arrow.”

“Wow,” you say, noticing just how cute and unlike their father the girls look.

“Wish me luck,” Cyn says as she goes over to the table, before you can try to tell her it might not be a good idea to interrupt him with daughters. They were too far away for you to hear what was going on but you could see Cynthia laughing and so was Jensen. A few minutes later, she came back to where you were standing, seemingly happy.

“How’d it go?”

“He’s really nice! He thanked me for my support and then asked how long I’d been a fan, etc. But he didn’t want to be rude so he politely asked me to leave.”

“Cause of his kids?” You ask.

“Pretty much, yeah. Why don’t you go say hi?” Cynthia suggests.

“No, I don’t even know him!” You say, walking further from where Jensen sat.

“Alright fine, I’m going to the bathroom, try and unclench,” she says, walking away.

“I’m not clenching!” You yell back and look down at your phone until you hear someone clearing their throat. Looking up, you see it’s Jensen, sitting across from you.

“Hi,” he says in a small voice, waiting to see if you’d respond.

“Hi,” you say, a bit surprised that he was there in front of you.

“Are you alone?” he asks.

“N-no, my-my friend’s in the bathroom,” you stutter out. Why is he making me so nervous? I don’t even watch his shows!

“Oh, alright, well you looked lonely so I thought to come to keep you company,” he says, flirtatiously.

“I’m not lonely, just waiting,” you say, not reciprocating his flirting.

“Right, well, tell me about yourself, darlin’,” he says and you roll your eyes, looking back down to your phone.

“What? Not impressed?” He asks.

“With what? The fact you’re an actor? So? You’re kinda arrogant and you left your children to come to talk to some girl,” you say, looking back to him.

“Okay one, I didn’t leave my kids, their Mom came and got them, and two, I’m guessing you’re not a fan of mine.”

“Can’t say that I am,” you say.

“Well that’s a relief,” he says and your head shoots up to look at him. “I’m tired of people coming to talk to me who are all fans wanting a selfie or whatever.”

“I thought you loved your fans?” You question.

“How do you know that if you’re not a fan?” He asks with a sly smile.

“I’m not a fan but my best friend is. In fact, she was the one who went over to talk to you just a minute ago.”

“Oh Cynthia, yeah she was pretty cool, but I think I like you better,” he says and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’m no one special.” You say.

“Well that can’t be true,” he says, giving you a small yet sincere smile and you can’t help but smile back. Not that you had much experience with celebrities, but he’s not holding up that stereotype celebrities tend to have. He seems to be real which seems like the opposite is true with him. Just as you were going to ask him another question, you’re interrupted by a small gasp. Your head shoots to your left and you're greeted by a very stunned Cynthia.

“Oh hey Cyn, you know Jensen, right?” You say, acting like it wasn’t a big deal but you know it was to her.

“Hey Cyn,” he says, giving a sly grin to your best friend.

“Holy shit,” was all she could say.

“Well, I guess someone is glad you’re here,” you say, chuckling at the frozen look still on Cynthia’s face. Jensen joins in on your laughter and stands to wrap an arm around Cynthia's shoulders.

“I’m glad you’re here cause I was just going to invite (y/n) to join me in a few rounds of a few arcade games, maybe grab some food afterward, but we would love to have you join us,” he says.

“Sounds like you wanna take (y/n) on a date,” Cynthia said, being a bit sly herself.

“Ah, I wasn’t going to call it that but now that you mention it.”

“You know what, as much as I would love to join you, I think (y/n) should really take advantage of going on a date with a great guy like you,” Cynthia says to Jensen.

“Well aren’t you a great friend Cynthia,” Jensen said, now looking at you to gauge your response.

“Wait, you want to go out with me?” You asked, not believing the incredibly handsome man in front of you.

“Yeah, I do,” he answered.

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“Because you can literally date anyone in the world, and you wanna date me?”

“Yeah, I do. You’re the first girl who hasn’t freaked out over who I am in a long time and that actually means something. And you are beautiful, so so beautiful. And you’ve been rather sassy, not easily persuaded by who I am or what I do just as an actor. I feel like you would like me if you got to know me one day. I hope I can prove to you that I am more than just an actor or a face in a magazine or on TV,” he said and if you weren’t attracted to him before, you are now.

“That actually sounds amazing. You seem worth getting to know and way more than meets the eye.”

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Hello !! welcome to my one year anniversary writing challenge !! its been a year since i've joined tumblr, ive gone through a lot on here and ive met so many amazing people, ive learned a lot while being on this god-foresaken hellsite and i cant wait to continue being on here. now onto the writing challenge!!

theme ⋟ greek mythology

writing challenge summary ⋟ I have a very large love for greek mythology, ranging from the Iliad to Persephone and her grapefruits. your challenge is to write a greek mythology-based AU with the prompts below !! all fics will be added to a masterlist !!

rules and guidelines ⋟ please follow all rules below, if not you will be disqualified from the writing challenge.

⁎ you must be 18+ to participate ⁎ smut, fluff, and angst are all welcome !! ⁎ all kinks go , just no underage smut, please make all characters of age {monster-fucking is also okay <33 i will gladly accept it} ⁎ a keep reading breaker must be placed after 250 words if the fic is longer than that ⁎ no word limit !! ⁎ x reader only please !! ⁎ you MUST dm/send an ask of which prompt you are going to use so I can mark who is doing what. more than one person can have the same prompt, i just need it to keep track !!! ⁎ anyone is allowed to join, whether you're following me or not !! ⁎ please tag me in the works along with using the tag : #nexsgreekmythchallenge {nexs greek myth challenge}

deadline ⋟ September 14th, 2021

prompts ⋟ all useable stories, gods/goddesses, heroes, etc. if anyone you'd like to do isn't on here, just send an ask/dm and ill add it !!

GODS/GODDESSES ⁎ hades ⁎ persephone ⁎ zeus ⁎ aphrodite ⁎ hera ⁎ apollo ⁎ ares ⁎ artemis ⁎ poseidon ⁎ hermes ⁎ athena ⁎ demeter ⁎ dionysus ⁎ hephaestus ⁎ hestia ⁎ cronus ⁎ eros ⁎ hecate ⁎ medusa

IMPORTANT FIGURES ⁎ achilles ⁎ aiakos ⁎ aeolus ⁎ attis ⁎ hercules ⁎ castor & pollux ⁎ odysseus ⁎ aegea ⁎ aella ⁎ molpadia ⁎ tantalus

MYTHS ⁎ the three sisters of fate ⁎ pandoras box ⁎ the abduction of persephone by hades ⁎ the name giving of athens ⁎ prometheus and the theft of fire ⁎ theseus and the minotaur ⁎ daedalus and icarus ⁎ theogony; clash of the titans ⁎ the myth of king aegeus ⁎ the love story of eros and psyche ⁎ the fateful love of orpheus and eurydice ⁎ the tragic hero oedipus ⁎ the story of narcissus and echo {mine}

useable characters / people ⋟ all the people you can write about {if someone you want to write about is not on here, send me an ask or dm !!}

⁎ tom hiddleston + characters ⁎ sebastian stan + characters ⁎ chris evans + characters ⁎ chis hemsworth + characters ⁎ pedro pascal + characters ⁎ daniel bruhl + characters ⁎ ben barnes + characters ⁎ henry cavill + characters ⁎ jensen ackles + characters ⁎ danneel ackles + characters ⁎ natasha romanoff ⁎ sharon carter ⁎ wanda maximoff ⁎ darcy lewis ⁎ pietro maximoff ⁎ tony stark ⁎ bruce banner ⁎ valkiyre ⁎ charlie bradbury ⁎ anakin skywalker ⁎ padame ⁎ kylo ren/ben solo ⁎ obi wan kenobi ⁎ luke skywalker ⁎ han solo ⁎ fin ⁎ poe dameron

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A VERY FRUITY SLEEPOVER

I have nothing to celebrate unfortunately, but why not bring this back for fun now that I have a couple more followers than I did before. I’m so close to 200 and I’d love to welcome new readers/friends!! If you’d like to participate, please send in an ask with any of the following below!!

This sleepover begins August 6th - August 13th, so send in your asks now !! Send in the fruits as part of your ask and anything else that needs to be added.

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1.🥑 Cym as fictional characters

Ex. “ 🥑 Cast your mutuals as Chris Evans characters.”

2.🥭 Recommendations for character + genre

Ex. “ 🥭 Jensen Ackles & Fluff please!”

3.🍍Blurbs for any of the following characters/RPF: Jensen Ackles & Co., Danneel Ackles & Co., Chris Evans & Co., Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Erik Kilmonger, Billy Russo

Ex. “ 🍍 Can I get a blurb for Steve Rogers and comforting the Reader?”

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You can request MDLG/DDLG and some monsterfucking !!

4.🥥 Advice on Writing; do you need help in trying to figure out where to start or how to make your dialogue work? Go ahead and ask me!

Ex. “ 🥥 Yas how do you write good dialogue?”

5.🍒 Confessions, tell me about something you did! These can be about a nice gesture for a friend or something hilarious, whatever you want to confess to me is alright! Nothing crude though ok?

Ex. “ 🍒 So I scratched my knee, here’s how it happened...”

6.🍋 Ships! This is mutually exclusive only so anyone I never talked to before can not request because we haven’t gotten to know each other silly! But if you’re a mutual and want a ship I will find a fictional character I think is right for you!

Ex. “ 🍋 Who would be my partner in crime?”

7.🍓 Moodboards, I will take a few of these at a time so for right now 5 that way I can find time in between getting them done. I will not insert reader into them, and if I use like a dress or aesthetic couple thing it does not represent the reader okay?

Ex. “ 🍓 Can I get a mood board for Jensen Ackles x Actress!Reader?”

8.🍇 Q&A; If you want to get to know me, go ahead and ask a couple questions. I will do so to the best of my ability, but do be respectful and understand some topics I may not wish to discuss.

Ex. “ 🍇 What’s your favorite color?”

9.🥝 Fanfic Q&A; Do you want to ask about something I’ve written or what i want to get written? Go ahead! I’m sure a lot of you are wondering what the fuck is going on in my head these days.

Ex. “ 🥝 So which story is your favorite?”

10.🍆 Character Q&A; Would you like to question the characters in my story? For example would you like to know why in my series Back & Forth Andy is a jackass? Go ahead and ask him! I will refrain from spoilers though, we can’t be revealing what happens 😌

Ex. “ 🍆 Slow Motion Q for Jensen; can you really speak Spanish?”

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What's a Knife Between Onscreen Family // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Filming an emotionally wrought scene on the set of your current role as a regular goes very wrong very fast. Expecting the scene to be the most taxing of the day you find yourself in the ER getting a transfusion. It’s all fun and games until someone’s holding a sharp knife incorrectly, guess it’s just something in common with co-star Jared Padalecki.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, fear, injuries, hospital, needles, angst, and fluff

Words: 3.5k (including lyrics)

A/N: I watched a part of a panel from a Supernatural con and found it hilarious that Jensen accidently stabbed Jared. So I had to write that for a Charlie Gillespie fic. Link to the video talking about the stabbing is right below this message.

Jensen Ackles Accidentally Stabbed Jared Padalecki during filming From 1:00-6:00

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It had to be one of the most emotionally taxing scenes in your entire career as an actress on a physically demanding show. The scene had been incredibly mentally draining the daughter of a Winchester. It had been once season recurring, one series regular and now filming the third season. As the teenage Winchester, it threw a wrench in all the plans and the reckless character gave no shits.

“Okay, this is our last scene for the day!” Robert Singer, the director of his episode, called out from off stage. Standing at the top of the stairs in the Bunker, you jumped in close with a scrunched nose at the squishy sound.

Over the railing, both Jared and Jensen nodded their support from the ground level with concerned expressions. Ever since you joined the cast in season 13, they had become fathers to you. The sight of you drenched in stage blood was enough to churn their stomachs.

“I gave you the barebones of the scene so work with it. Briar’s traumatized after fighting for her life and has been gone for a while.” Robert explained, “Cas couldn’t find her. I want this to be a tribute like Dean in season 10 episode 14: The Executioner’s Song.”

Taking a deep breath in your emotions channelled into a hurricane in your chest, clenching your fingers on the knife.

“Action!”

Pacing the floor plan of the Bunker is two brothers bonded by sorrow, pain, sacrifice and love. Each throwing out locations on where Briar could be, Jack and Cas had been little help. Sam’s heart clenched tight bypassing images straight to torture. The kind of torture he had endured over the years.

Dean’s mouth opened to suggest another place when the Bunker door creaked open. The red converse appeared before the soggy jeans as the teen slowly made her way down the steps. Briar Winchester shook like a leaf staring off in the distance as the blood congealed on her face and hands.

“Briar.” Dean slowly spoke, moving towards the girl. His green eyes lit up in fury as the seventeen-year-old flinched back. Dean’s hand gently took the stained knife from the young girl.

“I-I didn’t mean to do it.” The meek voice appeared so unlike the usual confidence Briar talked with. In exhaustion, Briar’s knees collapsed, sending the teen right into Dean’s arms.

The stoic man gripped the youngest Winchester as his waist bearing her weight against his while Sam circled to be behind Dean. The choked sob echoed by another escaped the family huddle; one from Briar and the other from Dean.

“Dad.” Briar choked clenching her arms around the green-eyed adult’s shoulders, craving the safety of her father.

Ever since Dean could remember he had had a strict rule of always practising safe sex, he didn’t want a kid. Not in a world that had it out for Winchesters and not one where he might hold his child’s dead body in his arms. That all changed when Cas delivered Dean to a county jail where Briar was held just for a minor assault charge on a wealthy bully.

Dean never let himself want a future with the picket fence and the dog in the backyard but when Briar changed that. Dean would do anything for his family no matter the cost. Example: Selling his soul for Sam.

“Sh.” Dean spoke kissing the crown of her hair he savoured having his child safe in his arms, “I’ll help you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. We’ll heat some soup and toast.”

On autopilot, Dean helped Briar down the hall to the bathroom where she would freshen up and later burn the unsalvageable clothing. As Dean returned to Sam’s side, Castiel came with a sombre expression and an explanation.

“Dean. Sam.” Cas greeted them, flicking his blue gaze between the two brothers. The faint sound of the shower only picked up by the trained heightened sense of hearing from years of watching over their backs.

“Cas what the hell happened?” Dean demanded, “Why the hell is my little girl bruised and coated in blood?”

END FILMING SCENE

“Cut!” Robert called out to the large room with a big smile on his face, “I’ll watch it back. See if we need more takes.”

Jared and Jensen wiped the tears that fell from their cheeks just thinking on how wrought that scene felt. As fathers seeing a young adult in such a state severely agonized them. The duo jogged to see your back against the cold wall—a pinched expression marring your young face.

“How are you feeling after that?” Jensen asked, coming closer to squeeze your shoulders unfazed by the sticky fake blood. It was already all over his clothes from hugging you in character.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to have sharp objects.” You spoke glancing down at your knee that had been punctured by the knife. The dark jeans soaked in stage blood now concealed the real blood.

“Jensen, did you really stab another person.” Jared deadpanned his best friend referencing back a few years. Jared shoved one hand through his hair, receiving a nasty glare from the hairstylist on call.

The glare on Jensen’s face blistered the taller actor, “I didn’t stab you. You walked into the knife.”

The two bickered as they guided you back to the main stage where Robert had reached a final verdict. He had watched the replay twice along with his crew finding the raw emotion to be perfect. The little detail the three had added was well played. Dean unexpectedly consoling his daughter in tears; no threats to kill or push her to tell him what happened. The first time Briar referring to Dean as her father. Lastly, Sam’s unsure actions in consoling a young girl sucked into life like he was in his youth.

“We got a one-take winner!” Robert called out sending the entire crowd into loud applause and cheers. Jared taking most of your weight as you hobbled to the costume trailer.

The lovely costume designers helped remove the sticky shirt, jewellery and the red converse that had once been white. Only the jeans remained on your body to not mess with the wound. As much as you’d love to shower the blood off, it was near impossible, moving your knee stung and it was best to avoid aggravating it.

“Someone needs to ban Jensen from knives. Just wait till his wife finds out about this, she adores Y/N.” Martha chuckled from her sketches she designed on her breaks for a future in fashion design. Often in your free time, you would be her guinea pig with her designs using refurbished material.

Normally the banter would continue but not when your leg was bleeding, and Jared was taking you to the ER. To make time faster, Jared had scooped you into his arms to the black car their driver waited in.

“Towels are in place. Sorry, you got hurt, Kid.” Clif spoke, opening the door to the backseat where Jensen sat patiently. Unlike usual, he had seated himself in the front so you could stretch in the back.

A weak chuckle met air in the packed car from the blood loss that wasn’t overly bad but enough that Jared took the towel. His pressure on the wound caused a yelp that had Jensen flinching in guilt.

“The knife must have been sharp to cut a mouse in half,” Clif muttered turning towards the hospital close to set. Coincidently the drive took you passed the set your boyfriend currently filmed at.

“Might as well call me butter.” You retorted wincing at the throbbing pain, “You aren’t allowed any more sharp objects, Mr. Ackles.”

“Danneel already threatened to hide all the knives in the house.” The on-screen father laughed as the tension decreased in the small car. Despite the dizziness, it didn’t hide the guilt in Jensen’s green eyes.

Time flew by as you found yourself in a bed for observation and pictures for the knee. It came as a shock when the doctor requested one blood transfusion for the blood loss. The hope of being in and out had evaporated like water beads on a blistering summer day.

Julie and the Phantoms Set

Charlie adored his life as an actor where he was free to visit places, he might not have had the opportunity to do. He made friends with everyone he spoke to and even met the love of his life as an actor as well.

That being said today had been the longest one with a full schedule and barely time for lunch or snacks. Even a nap was unachievable, and he desperately wanted one for being awake for hours by now.

“Charlie! Did you know you’ve got missed calls?” Jeremy inquired, staring at the phone that went black once more. Charlie’s eyebrows came together at the mention. His family had the rough outline of times he would be unavailable to talk.

Stepping back from the craft table’s supper options, he lifted the phone from the table, bringing it to life. His lock screen showing multiple missed calls and voicemails from you, his family and two unknown numbers.

His jaw dropped further when Meghan called for the first time out of the group, “Megs?”

“Finally! Where have you been?” Meghan demanded pacing in the studio she had been using when she got the call. The pretty and successful young woman had gotten terrified at learning about Y/N.

“Filming? It’s the longest day of filming the show. It’s on the family schedule.” Charlie spoke, settling into one of the empty tables. His eyes watching the people entering and exiting the tent set up for food.

“Jesus. Mom called me when you didn’t pick up. Y/N’s in the hospital.” Meghan revealed sending the Canadian actor into a stiff posture. His hazel eyes blow wide and panic flooding his entire system.

“What?!” Charlie didn’t mean to shout nor turn paler than a piece of white paper, but it happened. The volume contracting looks from everyone in the vicinity. Owen even dropped the donut back in the box by the volume.

“She got stabbed with a knife. I sent the address earlier, and I haven’t gotten a lot of info.” Meghan told her older brother, “I know she’s getting a blood transfusion, but nothing else was released.”

Charlie couldn’t tell you what happened between Meghan telling him and reaching the hospital frantically. Nor could he figure out how Owen was in the back of the Uber with him guiding him through exercises; all thanks to Owen’s therapist for his anxiety.

His sneakers squeaked on the polished white floor in his mission to the receptionist transferring information from a chart to digital. Charlie’s painting brought him attention from the kind nurse acknowledging his presence.

“Just let me finish this one sentence.” The nurse hummed saving the information before turning their full attention to the frazzled male, “How can I help you?”

“What room is Y/N Y/L/N in? She was stabbed and needed a transfusion.” Charlie demanded deflating as Owen placed a hand on his shoulder. The Canadian’s eyes bright with panic and a deep fear

The nurse’s eyes softened, “I can’t give out information on patients unless your immediate family members.”

“I’m here-“

“Husband! He’s her husband, they eloped so she hasn’t changed her last name or updated her information.” Owen blurted out, rubbing the pad of his index finger on the black jeans he had worn for his role. The two hadn’t even bothered changing into their street clothing.

The nurse nodded their head-turning back to the computer to enter the name for the patient for the information. It took seconds before the nurse wrote on the miscellaneous sticky note of the ward and room number.

“My name is Riley. If you need any help, you can come back here, and I’ll do my best to give you answers.” Nurse Riley informed the duo with a kind smile nodding in the direction of your hospital room.

Owen’s long legs ate up the distance Charlie made in his sprint to the stairwell, “Shouldn’t we take the elevator?”

“My girlfriend is in a hospital bed. I can’t wait for an elevator.” Charlie rebuked the suggestion on the second flight. Owen’s sigh was the last sound made as the duo slammed into the door to the floor level.

Charlie and Owen appeared in the doorway of your hospital room panting from the exertion meeting the gaze of two actors. Charlie’s heart stuttered at the sight of the high volume of blood in your clothing and your hair.

The sharp gasp brought your attention to the shaking Canadian actor solely focused on scanning for wounds. His eyes barely staying on the two adult males you had been starring with for a few years. Schedule conflicts often led to no introduction to each other’s co-stars.

“What the hell?” Charlie choked stumbling to the chair beside your hospital bed next to the pole holding a blood bag, “Did you get mugged? Are you okay?”

“Char, take a breath, man.” Owen’s blue eyes shadowed with the worry as Charlie’s breathing shuddered. Owen could barely look at you covered in blood.

“Whoa! Charlie. I’m fine. This is stage blood. We had an intense scene, and there was a minor accident.” Your voice soothed the man gently taking Charlie’s hand to comfort him, “I lost a bit of blood. The doctor decided to give me a blood transfusion to bring my levels back up a bit before stitching it up.”

“How do you get stabbed accidently?” Owen questioned glancing at the two men standing silently in the corner. Due to contracts on the Supernatural set details of scenes and storylines was off-limits.

“Well, during filming, I took a knife from her, and she walked into the blade?” Jensen trailed off, shoving his elbow into Jared’s side at the scoff. It happened every time it was brought up.

“I-“Charlie blinked, shaking his head as he took a deep sigh in pushing that to the back burner to focus solely on you. His hand rubbed his face while he settled on squeezing your one hand in both of his.

The touch of your skin grounding him back to earth with the shattering visions of walking into the world without you. It would be both ways, the second his calloused warm skin brushed your hands; it was like the pain faded. Only a sense of content settled in your weary bones.

“Okay Miss Y/L/N.” Dr. Clancy walked into the room only halting to grab a pair of medical gloves, “I see your entourage grew. I’m Doctor Jim Clancy, and you must be Miss Y/L/N’s husband.”

Three pairs of eyes widened at the doctor’s words aimed towards the brunette actor turning a blushing mess. The words mouthed by Charlie to go with it gave barely any insight, but you did it. The moment you had a free minute with Charlie, you would interrogate him in the new title you had.

“Yeah, my husband.” You spoke flicking an expression to Jensen and Jared that caught on from the years together. They had taken you under their wing on your first day on set, and then you became family with their immediate family.

“I can confirm that my initial observation is that the wound doesn’t have anything that shouldn’t be in there. We stopped the bleeding, the x-ray came clean, we’ll set you up with IV fluid, and tetanus shot to be safe.”

“Nurse Gellar here will cut the rest of the jeans off, get you in a gown for a few hours of observation. Just a precaution for blood transfusions. We’ll have some scrubs you can wear when you can leave.” Dr. Clancy motioned to the tall redhead with a quiet demeanour.

Charlie’s lips lingered on your temple at the fear that flared in your expressive eyes, he would give anything to take your place. He softly sang your couple song as a whimper fell from your lips as the jean tugged the dried blood from the wound. The painful pressure felt as you guessed it had started to bleed again, the feel of liquid rolling down your skin, confirming it.

“I’ll sing anything.” Charlie whispered going through his mental catalogue of songs on your shared playlist, “Oh!”

I’m booking myself a one-way flight

I gotta see the color in your eyes

And telling myself I’m gonna be alright

Without you baby is a waste of time

The tears falling no longer came from the pain but the sheer amount of love you had for the man there. Eyes glittering with pure adoration as his voice came off absolutely heart-melting. So, lost in each other neither of you noticed Owen had been filming from the moment Charlie had said ‘oh’.

Yeah, our first date, girl, the seasons changed

It got washed away in a summer rain

You can’t undo a fall like this

’Cause love don’t know what distance is

Yeah, I know it’s crazy

Charlie’s hand slowly slid up your arms to cup your tear-streaked tacky cheeks in his warm grip. The hospital faded as it became just you and Charlie. Completely oblivious at the audience in the room.

“He loves her,” Jensen whispered to Jared out of the camera frame that the blonde-haired kid’s phone. It was such a pure moment it felt disrespectful to see this exchange but also honoured to see it firsthand.

“I’ve only seen the look in your eyes for Danneel,” Jared replied, cupping his hands over his face listening to the near inaudible wet chuckle you gave.

“As I have between you and Gen. They have the real kind of love.”

But I don’t want “good”, and I don’t want “good enough.”

I want “can’t sleep, can’t breathe without your love”

Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn’t make sense to anybody else

“Charlie.” You sobbed at the best part of your life serenading you in such a romantic moment at the odd setting—his hazel gaze greener in what would come to be a very dear memory to reminisce about.

The calloused thumb caressing your cheek wiping a teardrop away he continued to see as the doctor finished suturing the wound.

Nothing mattered other than the couple currently in a bubble.

Who cares if you’re all I think about,

I’ve searched the world and I know now,

It ain’t right if you ain’t lost your mind.

Yeah, I don’t want easy, I want crazy

Are you with me baby? Let’s be crazy

Charlie’s voice faded with the rest of the song bringing you back to reality with the nurse cleaning up around the wound. That’s how the rest of the day went on waiting for the blood transfusion and IV fluids to finish. You stuffed the tetanus shot while Charlie sang between different genres.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke with Charlie being the only one left in the room with you.

Owen had headed back to their set to finish a scene while giving the updates on you while Jared and Jensen grabbed food. J2 had been very clear they would get Martha to grab some clothing for when they came back. Jensen was determined to deliver you to your home as the first action to make it up to you.

“For what?” Charlie questioned as your index and thumb picked at the cuticles of the opposite hand. Your eyes were hidden from your boyfriend’s gaze.

“For dropping everything to be here.” The words were quiet in the room only filled with breathing and the heart machine you had to be hooked up to.

“My girl-“

“Don’t you mean wife?” You teased brushing a lock of his hair from his forehead taking in the man you had the honor of loving. Of waking up next to in the apartment, you’d been renting ever since you landed the role on Supernatural; overtime Charlie’s things had just accumulated there.

“It was the only way they’d let me in.” Charlie spoke sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, “It’s a little early to call you, but I’m excited to make you my last girlfriend and then my only wife.”

The chuckle fell from your lips, “So, you want to marry me?”

“In front of all our family and friends. Tucked away from the media to celebrate the love we have for each other.” Charlie spoke, “There’s no one else I’d like by my side for the rest of my life.”

A new flood of tears welled at the sincerity in his voice and the warmth laden in his eyes of kaleidoscope colours. Sometimes, depending on his emotion or his clothing, his eyes would be greener, or when he was happy, they had a blue tinge in the green in sadness or your favourite; brown with the swirls of green.

“How did I get so lucky to have the absolute honour to fall in love with you?” Your words created a swell of emotion in the Canadian’s heart.

“The same way whatever deities there are took pity on a boy from Dieppe by bringing him an angel.” Charlie words preceded the kiss on your lips with a grin as you chased his lips after. With one last peck, he leaned back with a fond expression.

“Seriously how do you get stabbed accidently?” Charlie chortled with that gorgeous smile lighting up the room more than the white lights.

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Where The Green Grass Grows

Chapter 1

Summary: Life changes, nothing ever stays the same. With most change comes with some degree of pain, that’s how we grow.

Jensen thought he had his whole life planned out, written for him in the bright lights of Hollywood. One failed marriage later, and a lifetime of lessons learned, lead him home to a place he thought he’d left behind him when he was only a teenager.

He thought his life was over. He felt like he’d lost everything, but who knew one little trip to the local diner that had just opened up outside of town would turn his whole world upside down. All because he met you. Maybe a little slower pace of life isn’t such a bad idea after all…

Warnings: Language, Angst, mention of past OC character death, mention of grief, dealing with a divorce. Drinking. I think that's about it for this chapter.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2550

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

A/N: This fic is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one! Feedback is golden! This series is complete on patreon.

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“Mr. Ackles! Good morning!” Alex, Jensen's longtime agent, said as he took his seat at the big oak desk in front of Jensen.

“Alex,” Jensen said, giving the man a tight smile as he watched him shuffle through the pile of paperwork on his desk. Jensen had been in the entertainment industry since he was a young boy in one sense or another. He was no idiot, and he knew the reason he was called into his agents office for the first time in almost 15 years wasn’t a good thing, and he knew just what it was about.

“I’m glad you could come in to see us on such short notice, Mr. Ackles. I’m sure you’re a busy man, and I’m not going to take up much of your time.”

Alex folded his hands in front of him, and Jensen couldn’t help but feel like the kid that had been sent to the principal's office for doing something stupid in class. The only difference was this time he wasn’t a kid, and this wasn’t a school. He was in his fucking forties, and this was his job. He hadn’t even done anything wrong!

“I’m sure you already suspect the reason I called you here Jensen,” Alex said, dropping all formality that was there just a moment ago. “Your recent divorce has affected you, and I don’t mean that in an offensive way!” Alex said as Jensen rolled his eyes. He knew that’s what this was all about.

His divorce with Danneel had been a very public one. There were children involved, and of course a substantial amount of property. What divorce has ever gone smoothly or quietly in Hollywood? None that he’d ever seen, and they were overall civil for the public eye? So what was the problem?

“Cut the shit, Alex!” Jensen said, barely holding his temper in check. He could feel his blood pressure rising in his seat. Why did people have to be so damn judgemental? “What the fuck is this really all about?”

Alex took a deep breath, and set back in defeat against his dark leather chair, and looked at Jensen almost as if he pitied him, and damn if that didn’t just suck worse than the wishy-washy shit.

“Look, Jensen, since your divorce you haven’t been as on your game as you were. You’re showing up late to set. You have been drinking more, I can tell it by the color of your fucking skin man. You’re exhausted. No one expected you to jump back to work before the ink even dried on the divorce papers, and the company thinks it might be time to take a little break, get yourself back together, and figure shit out before you try and take on another roll.”

Alex fell quiet as Jensen set there with his hands buried in his hair, no longer looking at him. Alex did not want to do this to Jensen, he really didn’t. It was the guys that were higher up than he was.

Sure they weren’t exactly wrong, he could see it in the actor’s eyes how tired he was, and how much strain he was under. He didn’t want another nervous breakdown under his belt like Charlie Sheen that had almost turned into an incurable disaster. Jensen had a stable following, and a break wasn’t going to hurt his career. If nothing else it may help it.

“Go back to Texas for a while Jensen, get away from all this shit here in California, go have a damn beer out in the country for fucks sake. Focus on you! Gigs will still be here. You need to take care of yourself man.”

Jensen nodded slowly before finally looking up to meet Alex’s now concerned gaze.

Jensen knew deep down he’d been slipping, but he didn’t think it was bad enough to warrant a forced vacation. If it really was that bad, he knew he needed to take a step back from the public eye until he could get his shit together before it did hurt his career. He’d seen much bigger actors than him fall because of shit they did while going through tough shit like this, and he didn’t work all his life to lose everything.

“Okay… Fine… I’ll go home for a while,” Jensen said, huffing in defeat, rubbing his hand along the beard that was now covering his jawline as he focused on a random spot on the building just outside the window. Completely done with this conversation.

Alex breathed a visible sigh of relief and flopped back into his chair. His eyes still on the man in front of him. He couldn’t imagine what was going on in Jensen’s head right now, but whatever it was, he knew he wasn’t in the sharing mood.

“I’ll let the big guys upstairs know, take as long as you need,” Alex said, getting up from his desk and extending his hand for Jensen to shake. Jensen looked at it like it personally offended his mother, but shook it all the same. He didn’t want to piss people off to the point he’d need to find a new agency to represent him, but man, did he want to tell everyone in this building to go fuck themselves.

It really didn’t sink in that he was going home until Jensen sat down at his computer at home with a glass of bourbon in his hand, looking at plane tickets back to Dallas. He hadn’t told his dad he was coming, and he knew his family would welcome him back with open arms, but it was his own mental struggle that kept him from hitting the pay now button on the screen.

Sure, Alex said that he could come back whenever he was ready, but the truth was he didn’t know when or if ever he’d be ready again.

He felt like going back to Texas was admitting defeat. When he’d shown up in California all those years ago, he’d struggled his way into Hollywood. No one had given him an exactly warm welcome, and it didn’t come without some damn near misses and shit that almost sent him back before his time.

Now, after all that. Several decade’s worths of struggling, and clawing his way to where he was today, he was going home. It left more than a little bitter taste in his mouth, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The agency wasn’t going to get him another job until he took a break, and sure he needed one, but he didn’t want to take one. On the other hand, if he didn’t take one, then he’d surely destroy his career because he was in no shape to be in the public eye.

There was no going back to Austin. He couldn’t live in the same town as her, that’s why he’d run off to California. If he was going back to Texas it was going to have to be Dallas. No matter how much he didn’t want to.

It wasn’t that he was afraid someone would make fun of him, or the locals would talk about him. He was loaded, and successful. He wasn’t concerned about their opinions. It was his own pride he was struggling with, not theirs. He had lost his wife and children, now he was losing his career, and he just didn’t feel like this shitshow could get any worse.

“Who says you can’t go home,” Jensen said with a dark chuckle as he booked his ticket, and stared at the departure time. 5:00 A.M. tomorrow. That only gave him a few hours to pack, but then again, he wasn’t sure he wanted to even take any of this shit with him.

“Order up!” you hear James call from the other side of the counter where the kitchen was separated from the bar by a large whole that took up most of the inner wall, much like a lot of older dinner kitchens did in the ’50s and ’60s.

You throw the rag you’d been wiping the bar down with in the laundry hamper that was hidden safely under the counter from the view of the customers and grabbed the tray of burgers and fries, bringing them over to the young couple that was sitting at the very back of the restaurant. They were the only customers left in the place, and it was obviously their first date.

You could tell it in the way the girl nervously played with the hem of her dress, while the young man did all he could to hold a conversation with her. It was evident that in the light blush that covered her cheeks she had feelings for the boy, and judging by the way he was gushing over her, his feelings went pretty deep too.

“Here you go guys, if you need anything else I’ll just be right over there,” you tell them with a smile. They thanked you, and you returned to your place behind the counter. You sighed deeply as you started to count down the register that was used earlier that day. Once this young couple was done, then it was time to get out of here. You were more than ready to get these shoes off your feet and sink neck-deep in a bath as hot as you could stand it in order to relieve some of the day's tension that was still evident in your back and legs from standing on your feet all day.

As you counted down the money in front of you, your eyes kept drifting over to the young couple sitting at the back table. You remember when Eric had taken you on your first date. It was at a restaurant much like this one. Then the night before you got married, he brought you back to the place where it all started. He was deployed to Iraq for another tour just three weeks after your wedding and returned in a flag-draped casket a year later.

It was one of the hardest paths you ever had to walk in your life. You were young, had little to no family, and Eric was your world, your whole life, and it seemed like so suddenly it was ripped violently away from you.

You swallowed hard and tried to remember to continue to count the money, crewing on your lower lip in concentration.

It had been three years since Eric’s funeral, and you still hadn’t moved on. Sure, there had been prospects. You were still young, only 30, and you were single in a relatively small town outside of the greater city of Dallas. So it was no secret that you were not with anyone. You knew you should find someone and try to settle down again, but you just didn’t feel the same way Eric made you feel about anyone that had approached you so far. He was your first love. There was a whole there now, that you didn’t think would ever mend.

Seeing that young couple that looked so happy and so in love brought up a whole lot of feelings that you wished like hell you could bury because they still hurt.

“Hey you, stop staring at the customers,” Jessica said, leaning against the counter with a smirk on her face.

You give her your best bitch face and go back to putting the money bag in the safe under the counter. “I’m just making sure the customers don’t need anything.”

“Liar,” she said simply. “You know it’s been three years, Y/N.”

You looked up at her and sighed deeply as your eyes trained back to the young couple that were laughing together.

“I know Jessica. I’ve thought about it. No one just… I don’t know, makes me feel the way Eric did.”

Jessica gave you a sympathetic look and threw her arm around your shoulder. She was working here with you when this place opened up right after you and Eric got married. She had been your friend ever since, and she was there with you through the grieving process, and she still kept a close eye on you all these years later.

“You know I’m only telling you this because I love you as a friend right?” she asked you, and you just stared at her. Afraid of what was about to come out of her mouth. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d tried to play matchmaker, and you didn’t know if you could go through that again.

“The reason you can’t find someone is because you're still holding on to him, Y/N. You have to let him go, let him rest!”

Your hand slipped up to the small silver locket that you kept around your neck. Eric had given it to you right before he left for your last deployment, and you never took it off. You knew she was right. You were still acting like you were a married woman. If you were ever going to move on, you were going to have to let him go.

“I know you’re right, but I don’t know how,” you tell her in earnest, as the young couple throws some money down on the table, and gathers up their coats to leave, waving at the two of you as they went.

“I’ll tell you what, tonight after we finish up, we’re going to head down to the graveyard, and you're gonna tell him goodbye for real, and bury that locket, and let him go. Then I want you to move on!! You're so young, you deserve to be happy, Eric would want you to be happy.”

“I he would,” you tell her. Letting go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and wiping the stray tear away that fell down your face before you nod and agree to go.

It wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be, but after you got off work, Jessica got in her car and followed you to the graveyard. You did just like she said to do. You told him goodbye and took the Locket with a spoon you’d grabbed from the diner that they were going to throw away, and dug a small hole, burying the locket, and a part of your heart forever.

When you got home to your small house and got in the shower to wash away the day, deciding to forgo the bath because it was so late, and you were exhausted, you felt a little more at peace than you had in years. Even though there would always be a part of you that missed Eric. You hoped this time that you could let him go enough to finally move on.

You wanted what that couple had tonight, you wanted a friend and a companion. Maybe now you could start to let yourself be happy again. At least the weight that you had been carrying for three years felt just a little lighter, and you closed your eyes that night in hopes that tomorrow was going to be the start of a better way of life for you.

You never know, maybe Mr. Right will just walk right in the diner tomorrow. Then again, would you ever be that lucky?

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Nightingale

Chapter One: Watch Your Head

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

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

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

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

Chapter One: Watch Your Head

Word Count: 3551

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

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“I still can’t believe you talked me into a damned sailboat,” Jensen grumbled as he struggled with the rigging. “This thing doesn’t even have a motor.”

“It was the only thing available to rent, next time we’ll make a reservation.” Jared pulled out two bottles of beer from the cooler and handed one over, “The dude at the rental place said this was top of the line.”

“Next time we’ll buy our own jet skis and save ourselves the trouble.”

“Buy them to use for a few months only? After that, who knows when or if we’ll be back up here.”

Jensen looked out over the crystal clear waters of Lake Cultus. He’d forgotten about that or tried to anyway. They were currently filming the last season of Supernatural. His professional home for the past fifteen years was ending. Even though he knew it was the right decision, it still made his heart clench just to think about it. He had loved every minute of the crazy ride that was Dean Winchester, and he was going to miss it terribly.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Sensing his friend’s melancholy, Jared grinned and gestured off starboard, “Besides, jet skis don’t offer the same vantage point.”

Jensen followed Jared’s line of sight to a single person kayak painted neon pink and decorated with marathon stickers. A pretty brunette paddled smoothly, cutting a quick, efficient path across the lake. She wore mirrored aviators and a lime green life vest that looked especially bright against her toned, tanned arms. “Valid point.”

Jensen grinned and saluted the woman as she passed them, earning a wave and beaming smile in return.

“Why don’t you swim on over and say hello?”

“Nah,” Jensen replied, downing the last of the bottle.

“Come on, you’re a free man now. Have a little fun!”

“My divorce just got finalized two months ago, the ink’s barely dry.”

“You’ve had a hell of a year; I mean the way everything went down with Danneel. You didn’t deserve that.”

Jensen shot him a warning look. His broken heart was far from healed and it still caught him off guard. He’d walked in on her with one of his close friends. Well, former friend now. God knows how long it had been going on. It was fresh and hurt like hell. Thank God there were no kids involved. There was a point when he had hoped they could start a family. Now? That was obviously not in the cards. He was only just resigning himself to the fact that he had to start over completely. Not just professionally and not just personally.

Jensen Ackles had to find out who the hell he was without the roles that had provided him with a template for so long. The prospect would probably be exciting at some point but for now? It scared the hell out of him.

“I know, I know. I promised I wouldn’t say her name, I’m sorry,” Jared gave him those puppy dog eyes he was so well known for, “I’m just saying, getting back in the saddle might be just what you need, you know? Get a little confidence back.”

“I don’t want to be in the saddle, man. I want… wanted, a family. Now I don’t know. My marriage is over, Supernatural is over, or almost.”

“Fifteen seasons, that’s hell of a good run for any show.” Jared gently reminded him.

“It’s just, its home. You know? I thought that when it ended, I would go back to Austin and build another kind of home with her. And no, it wasn’t perfect. Hell, half the time it barely passed as mediocre, but I figured if I was there more then we could work all that out together.”

“You deserve better than mediocre, man. You deserve to have someone who wants to be there with you, someone who works as hard as you do, a partner.”

“A partner,” Jensen repeated shaking his head. “I don’t even know what I want half the time, I have no idea where my career is going after this. Bringing that kind of baggage into a relationship, even into a one-night stand… just doesn’t seem right.”

As always, Jared refused to let go of something he felt strongly about. “You deserve to find love, for real. All I’m saying is maybe this divorce is making way for something better.”

They tabled the heavy discussion of marriage and career as they brought the boat in to dock. Finding it easier and more productive to slip into the dynamic of teamwork they had nurtured over the past decade.

Jared struggled to keep a hold of the rope as the wind gusted and caught the main sail. “Heads up!” he called out as he lost his grip and the mast swung out of his reach.

Jensen ducked just in time as the mast swung wildly over his head. “You suck at this!”

You loved the outdoors. Hours spent in the sun either on the water or in the mountains were pretty much your idea of heaven. The fresh air combined with the peace and quiet recharged your soul. Especially when your workaholic tendencies had you feeling low. Your job wasn’t easy, it had hellish hours and a grueling pace, but you helped people. You made a difference, in ways that were quantifiable, every day. But it was lonely. Easy to isolate and you did. Half out of habit, half out of necessity. So much so that even when you found yourself with free time, you still kept your own council. You knew it was safer that way, but it didn’t stop you from wanting something more.

You gently glided your well-loved kayak to the dock and secured it to the tie off point. Hooking the life vest to the seat, you climbed onto the weather-beaten boards and popped your lower back to release the tension. It was just a brief stop to stretch your legs and use the restrooms before heading back to the far side of the lake.

That fancy sailboat you’d seen earlier was bobbing along the other side of the dock and you could hear the two guys yelling back and forth at each other as they tried to maneuver it around. Honestly, it was a bit too big for just the two of them. Especially if they were inexperienced at sailing. You smiled as you thought back to the one who had who had flirted a little out on the open water. They sure were cute though. Cute and definitely trouble.

Still, I should give them a hand before they hurt themselves. You were about to give them a shout when the sail mast barreled towards you.

The sudden yelp followed by a loud splash had both men looking over the side at the boat. When the mast swung back again, they could see the familiar pink kayak floating abandoned by the dock. The life vest was sitting in the empty seat, but its owner was nowhere to be seen.

"What the hell was that?” asked Jared, scanning the dock. “Was that the girl from across the lake?”

It was then that Jensen noticed the ripples and bubbles coming from the water next to the kayak. “Shit!” Whipping off his own life jacket and sunglasses, he dove into the water.

Jared frantically climbed down to stand on the dock and dial 911. It was safer for one of them to stay on land while, the other was in the water. But knowing that didn’t make it easier to wait while his best friend was risking his life.

Jensen surfaced a few seconds later, turning in circles in the water, “Do you see her?”

“No, nothing!”

Jensen took a deep breath and dove again, this time going a bit farther out and down. Lake Cultus was known for its clean, clear water, making it far easier for him to search. Still, every second that ticked by made a positive outcome that much less likely. He was about to surface again and head off in another direction, when he caught a glimpse of your white tank top. Swimming closer, he could see you clearly. Limp body drifting along with the current, slowly sinking. Your dark hair floating around your face like smoke in the water. He wrapped an arm firmly around your waist and kicked you both towards the sunlight streaming above.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jensen surfaced again. This time several feet out from the dock and with the unconscious woman anchored to his side.

Years spent growing up in the Texas heat meant summers spent in the water. Countless hours in lakes, swimming pools and even the ocean made Jensen an exceptionally strong swimmer. Which was a good thing, because at this point, you were basically dead weight.

Jared knelt down and leaned out over the dock, reaching his long arms down to help bring you up out of the water.

“Careful, watch her head” Jensen advised, as he handed you off to Jared.

He quickly swam over to the ladder and climbed up. “We need to call an ambulance,” he panted. God don’t let us be too late. You were so still and pale, and there was a massive bruise already forming on your temple where the mast had made contact.

“I already did,” Jared confirmed. He held his ear close to your mouth and felt for a pulse. “I don’t think she’s breathing.” He quickly repositioned himself and began chest compressions. “Help me out,” he said, nodded to Jensen to take the other position by your head.

Jensen slid his hand under your neck and tilted your chin up so that your airway would be clear. He did his best not to let the fear clawing up his spine distract him from doing what needed to be done.

He forced his mind back to the first aid class Misha had insisted they take when he learned how they spent their free time. If you two idiots insist on risking your lives for fun, at least be responsible about it.

After weeks of hounding, they both relented and became CPR certified. He had to admire Jared’s calm as he performed the compressions, he always was good under pressure. Jensen could lean on that and be stronger for it. In the toughest of times, they could always lean on each other. This time would be no different. When Jared paused, Jensen pinched your nose closed and sealed his mouth over yours, forcing air into your lungs.

Not getting a response, he shook his head and Jared began again. He tried to ignore the sickening sound of your ribs cracking under the pressure of those lifesaving compressions. The water had been cold, even for a summer day and you were as well. Cold and still. It was one thing to play out dramas on TV, it was something else entirely to have it unfold in real life.

“Come on honey, breathe,” Jensen chanted, praying as he continued the cycle. He watched you carefully for any sign of life, his fingers pressed the pulse point in your throat. Dark, water-spiked lashes lay motionless against colorless cheeks. Gently parted lips tinged blue. “Please…”

He pressed his lips over yours again and suddenly your entire frame jolted as you coughed up a mouth full of lake water.

“Hey, there we go!” Jared exclaimed in relief as they rolled you onto your side into the recovery position allowing you to clear more water from your lungs.

“Thank god!” Jensen exchanged a look with Jared. Neither of them not at all comfortable with how close this was.

You rolled back onto your back, trying to make sense out of the bright colors and ringing in your ears. Your lungs burned; your muscles burned. Everything seemed to be spinning. A figure hovered above you, silhouetted against the blinding sun. You blinked and squinted as you tried to bring your eyes into focus. When a cloud drifted in front of the sun, your vison cleared. You saw worried green eyes, chiseled features, water droplets that clung to dark blonde hair and glistened. Somewhere in the back of your muddled mind, you recognized that face.

Your eyes fluttered open and revealed the most remarkable vivid, blue eyes Jensen had ever seen. Like those Texas bluebonnets that grew wild back home.

He smiled down at you, “Welcome back, sweetheart.”

Something flickered in your gaze, recognition combined with confusion. “Dean?”

Before he could respond, your eyes slid shut again. Jensen looked up to see Jared heading back to the boat for towels and blankets. He shrugged, desperate to lighten the heaviness of what had just transpired. “I guess she’s a fan.”

It was the pounding in your head that woke you. Your whole body ached and felt heavy. Either this was the worst hangover in history, or you’d been hit by a freight train. It took a colossal amount of effort to open your eyes and when you did, you regretted it. The florescent lights gave the room a slightly green cast and caused your stomach to clench unpleasantly. There was a faint, yet insistent beeping coming from somewhere that was keeping time with the throbbing behind your eyes. When your head fell to the side, you saw a man sitting there. You could tell he was tall, even though he was seated. He seemed to be uncomfortably folded into the chair like human origami.

“Hello?”

The raspy whisper tore Jensen’s attention away from the phone in his hands. Those blue eyes were hazy has they watched him. He sat up, instantly at attention. “Hey! You’re awake! That’s… wow that’s great.”

“I know you,” you tilted her head and frowned, trying to put things together. You studied his face and found him both ridiculously attractive and completely unfamiliar. “Wait, do I know you?”

"Not exactly, not officially.” Fuck! Why they hell am I so nervous?

He cleared his throat, “My name’s Jensen.”

“Jensen,” you repeated softly. “That’s pretty.”

He had to chuckle. “Thanks.”

“I’m in the hospital.” You knew you were stating the obvious, but that seemed to be the best your foggy brain could come up with. It was as if you were a computer struggling to pull up information on an outdated browser. Everything was slow.

Your brows drew together, “Why am I in the hospital?”

“That’s my fault.” Guilt clouded Jensen’s features, “There was an accident, out on the lake and you got hurt.”

“An accident… I don’t remember that,” you murmured uneasily. “Wait, if we’ve never met, why are you here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were going to be okay and apologize. I am so sorry; this whole thing was my fault.”

You gave him a weak smile. “You’re sweet, but you shouldn’t beat yourself up. You did say it was an accident.”

“It was, but I was still responsible for it.” You were watching him with such compassion, like you wanted to comfort him. “God, I never even thought to ask… what’s your name, sweetheart?”

Something about the way that endearment rolled off his tongue seemed familiar. It was warm, safe, comforting. Like a verbal hug.

“I’m Y/N... Y/N…” You faltered and frowned. Something wasn’t right. “Y/N… I, I don’t know. I don’t know the rest…”

“What? Your last name? You don’t know your last name?”

“I don’t remember.” Your heart sped up as panic crept up your spine. Your wide eyes sought out his. “I don’t remember!”

"Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed, trying to calm you down. “Just take a deep breath, it will all come back to you.”

You shut your mouth and swallowed thickly, your complexion turning slightly green, “I think… I’m going to be sick.”

Jensen was barely able to grab the trash can in time for you to empty your stomach into it. After you finally stopped heaving, he passed her a cup of water to rinse your mouth out. He gently brushed the hair away from your face. “Will you be okay while I go for the nurse?”

You nodded and closed your eyes, far too exhausted to be embarrassed about tossing your cookies in front of a handsome stranger. You didn’t open them again until the door squeaked open. A stout man in a white lab coat and scrubs entered with Jensen close behind.

The new man smiled kindly and took the clip board from the foot of the bed, “Glad to see you’re awake, I’m Doctor Stevens. How are you feeling?”

“Like I was ran over by a Mack truck. Twice.”

The doctor chuckled as he took your vitals, “I’ll bet you do. Can you sit up for me?”

You slowly complied and tried not to wince when he placed the stethoscope bell against your back. Listening to your lungs through the cotton hospital gown.

“Go ahead and breathe, deep as you can,” he instructed, not seeming at all surprised when you were only able to draw a shallow breath without encountering sharp pain.

“Well, your lungs are nice and clear.” The doctor said as he helped ease you back down. “You are a very lucky young lady.”

You squinted as he shone a pen light in your eyes, “I’ll buy a lotto ticket.”

“Be sure you take this guy with you when you do,” Stevens gestured to Jensen who was leaning against the window frame. His downcast eyes flickered up briefly, then looked uncomfortably away. “He saved your life. Winchester to the rescue!”

“What?” Why the hell is everything so confusing? I’m beginning to feel like an idiot.

“Thanks to Mr. Ackles, you were only under the water for a minute or two. Your rib fracture is as a result of the CPR. Which is typical and a minor price to pay when you consider the alternative. Not to worry though, I expect that to heal without much trouble.”

The doctor scribbled down a few notes in her chart, not taking any notice of the effect his words were having on his patient. You were equal parts shocked and pissed. Under the water, CPR, had you drowned? What the hell kind of doctor glossed over the details like that?!

“CPR? My heart stopped?!”

He had the audacity to pat her knee through the thin hospital blanket. “Only briefly, Mr. Ackles and Mr. Padalecki did an excellent job reviving you.”

Something about the way he smiled at Jensen in acknowledgement told you that you were missing some kind of connection. You couldn’t help feeling that the doctor was more interested in complimenting your rescuer than informing you about your own condition.

“Padalecki? Who the hell is Padalecki?”

Stevens opened his mouth to reply but you cut him off, “No, you know what… it doesn’t matter. Why don’t you tell me my last name, since I can’t seem to remember it? Or my address, or my phone number, or what I do for a living?!” Thoroughly upset now, frustrated tears gathered in your eyes. “I can’t even remember if I have a dog!”

The doctor glanced over at Jensen who only crossed his arms over his chest in response. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and replaced his fanboy demeanor with that of a medical professional.

“You took quite a hard knock to the head which resulted in a severe concussion. The MRI we took when you were first admitted didn’t show any swelling or brain bleeds. Now that you are awake, I’d like to take another scan just to be sure. Memory loss is quite common in cases like this and normally resolves itself given enough time and rest.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. It was a lot to take in, but from the sound of it, things could have been far worse. “And my name?”

“Unfortunately, there were no forms of identification in your personal effects.” Stevens gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, “Get some rest and try not to worry. Everything’s going to be just fine.”

You watched Jensen sink down into the chair next to your hospital bed. For the first time, you noticed the lines of fatigue around his eyes, the exhaustion that hung around his shoulders. How long had he been here? Watching over you like a guardian angel, sitting by your side until he was sure you were okay.

“Is all of that true? Did you save me?”

He wasn’t sure why he reached over and took your hand in his. Maybe it was hearing that doctor laying it all out, he just wanted to reassure himself that you had survived. That you were sitting here talking to him, not laying motionless on the dock, lungs filled with lake water.

"It was only fair, considering it was my fault. My friend Jared and I were messing around on the boat, the sail got away from us and hit you in the head, knocked you into the water. We didn’t even know you were there until we saw your kayak tied to the dock. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You squeezed the large, slightly calloused hand in yours and smiled. That same kind smile that he was certain he didn’t deserve. “Thank you. You saved my life; the rest was an accident. Let’s call it a draw.”

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Bee’s 7Ks of the Week Writing Challenge

I’m so overwhelmed that I’ve hit 7000 followers 🥺 I don’t even have words, thank you so much. I never dreamed of having this many followers. Thank you, I love you all 🥺🥰

You know I like to create a challenge inspired by the number of followers for the milestone, so I’ve come up with one centred around the 7 days of the week!

How to Play:

Below you’ll find a list of ten prompts for every day of the week. Each day has a different theme.

To build your fic you can only pick ONE prompt from each day - (with the exception of Monday and Wednesday because I’m a slut and I wanna read all the gang bangs and orgies you can think of ;) )

You don’t have to pick a prompt from every single day, but you must pick from a minimum of THREE days.

Once you’ve “built” your fic, drop me an ask and let me know you’ll be participating. You don’t have to give me every prompt you’ve chosen if you don’t want to, but if you could let me know the Character(s) you’ve selected that would be cool!

To make sure I have time to read every entry, I’m capping this challenge at 30 spaces.

More below the cut...

Other Rules:

As this is a followers celebration it would be nice if you were following me :)

You can write for SPN, TWD, Walker or Marvel, or a crossover if you so wish.

You can write for any of the characters/actors listed in Monday and Wednesday

Threesomes/Moresomes are welcome and can include m/m and/or f/f (this girl is Polyamorous and bisexual, so go wild)

Your fic can be reader insert (Female or Male) or a ship of your choosing - Preferably in 2nd or 3rd Person narrative. The exception to this rule being Destiel and Sabriel as I don’t read for these pairings.

Your fic can be any genre or mix of - Dark is A-Okay (and even encouraged) as long as you tag/warn accordingly. Write whatever your heart desires - but please no toilet stuff or underage/ageplay as I don’t read those.

There is no minimum word count but the maximum is 3K, and please use a keep reading tab if it is over 500 words or I won’t reblog it!

Tag me in your work and use the hashtag #bees7ksoftheweekchallenge in the first 5 tags.

If I’ve not read and reblogged your entry within 3 days please message me the link as dumblr sucks at telling me things :)

I will be posting the masterlist for this challenge on the 1st June 2021 so please have posted by then if you want to be added to it :)

Most importantly…have fun!

Prompts...

MONDAY - Man Crush Monday

Dean Winchester / Jensen Ackles

Sam Winchester / Cordell Walker ( / Duke) / Jared Padalecki

John Winchester / Negan / Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Benny Laffitte / Ty Olsen

Alex Calvert (but not Jack)

Damon Salvatore / Ian Somerholder

Bucky Barnes / Sebastian Stan

Steve Rogers / Ransom / Chris Evans

Thor / Chris Hemsworth

Tom Holland (but not Peter Parker)

TUESDAY - Two for Tuesdays

Fluff & Angst (Flangst)

Smut and Angst (Smangst)

Smut and Fluff

Enemies to Lovers

Best Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Friends

Lovers to Enemies

Lovers to Friends

Hurt and Comfort

Fuck or Die

WEDNESDAY - Woman Crush Wednesday

Charlie Bradbury / Felicia Day

Jo Harvelle / Alona Tal

Ruby (1 or 2) / Katie Cassidy / Gen Padalecki

Anael / Danneel Ackles

Donna Hascombe / Brianna Buckmaster

Claire Novak / Kathryn Newton

Micki Ramirez / Lindsey Morgan

Wanda Maximoff / Elizabeth Olsen

Carol Denver / Brie Larson

Natasha Romanoff / Scarlet Johansson

THURSDAY - Throwback Thursday

2000s

1990s

1980s

1970s

1960s

1950s

1940s

1920s

1800s

1700s

FRIDAY - Thank God it's Friday

Girls Night In

Going out to a bar

Going on a date

Movie night

Going on Vacation

Game night

House party

Work Function

Karaoke bar

Drive-In Movies

SATURDAY - Saturday Night at the Movies

There's only one bed

Body Swap (eg Freaky Friday)

Grand declaration of love

The makeover

The Dating bet

Love Triangle

Unlikely romance

"I almost lost you"

The Hero gets the girl

The Best Friend gets the girl

SUNDAY - Sinful Sunday

Size Kink

Degradation / Humiliation

Praise Kink

Cock warming

Daddy Kink

Public Sex

Group Sex

Bisexual Male

Sloppy Seconds

CNC

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Help You - Little Movie Star Chapter Six (Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader)

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Summary: Your auditions were coming up. You would lie if you said you were not nervous but you remembered your lines. So nothing could go wrong. Maybe something would. But that something was not associated with the auditions.

Words: 2,003

Warnings: nervousness, little fangirl moment, anxiety, dark thoughts, panic attack, a lil sass, fluff, love for Jared <3, (Y/A) = your age

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

~2016~

“You know your lines?” Jensen asked for the thirtieth time today. Honestly, if you did not know better, you would say he was more nervous than you.

“I do, Jensen.” you did not ask him to stop questioning you. All you did was sending him a smile. Seating yourself in front of your laptop, (Jensen gave you his old one so you could write) you breathed slowly & controlled. Yes, you were nervous but you had a good feeling. Jensen & Danneel, both wanting to support you, each took seats right behind the laptop, only for you to see.

The first audition went by smoothly. You remembered all of your lines & implemented what was asked of you. Once you started, your nervousness faded away & you were delivering the lines confidently. At the end, they told you they would let you know as soon as they discussed everything with the rest of the crew.

“I’m proud of you, (Y/N).” Jensen stated after you ended the video call. Nobody had ever told you that. It meant a lot to you & he could tell by the way you reacted. Now, the waiting began. Jared had asked you to text him once you were done & you did. Letting him know that everything went fine.

You were more anxious for the Marvel audition. Unsure why, your heart was racing & your hands were trembling. It was not any different than the first one. Well, except for the fact that THE Russo Brothers were the ones doing the audition. You had been a fan of their work for years & wanted to deliver perfectly. Also, being part of the next Avengers movie? Surreal. You remembered it so clearly, when you watched your first Marvel movie in theaters. It was now or never. Again, Jensen & Danneel stood close by, hoping it would calm you down just the slightest.

Throughout your audition, you forgot your lines once or twice but covered it immediately by improvising a scene that you found fitting. It was weird. Sitting in front of a laptop, acting out a scene you were rehearsing before. You imagined working on film sets with other people to be easier. Here, you could only focus on the screen in front of you & Joe & Anthony Russo were not exactly people you wanted to focus on. Hell, you were acting like a crazy little fangirl.

“So, (Y/N).” Anthony started. “We actually have a few more auditions for this role coming up.” in the corner of your eye, you saw Jensen picking up his phone & walking out of the room. Huh, weird…

“I really don’t think we need to see more, though.” Joe continued.

“What we’re trying to say is that, if you want to, you got the role.” Anthony finished, smiling brightly. What did he just say?

“Really?” you could not believe it. They wanted you! YOU! Someone who had never acted before. The Russo’s simply nodded at you & told you that every piece of information would be sent to you in the following days. Somehow, you managed to end the video call professionally but not before thanking them again & again. They said you were a natural & a perfect addition to their new movie. And you were just loving everything at the moment.

Running over to Danneel, you hugged her tightly. She congratulated you, telling you that this was what you deserved. When you wanted to ask where Jensen was, he reentered the room, a big smile plastered on his face.

“I got the role!”

“You got the role!” the two of you said at the same time.

“What? I thought you were on the phone, how do you know?” how could he know about you getting the role if he was not even there?

“You’re talking about the Marvel one?” his eyes grew wide. You nodded & he pulled you into a hug.

“Today’s your lucky day, angel.” Jensen picked up that nickname from Danneel & you sure as hell were not complaining. “Just got off the phone with our producer. Welcome to the Supernatural Family.” it took you a moment to process what he said.

“Wait…Does that mean-?” Jensen nodded. “Oh my god! This is crazy…” you were pacing now. This being the only thing you could do at the moment.

“Congrats, (Y/N)! We need to celebrate!” he immediately called Jared to tell him the great news.

A celebration party was set up for this evening. Everyone was coming. The Padalecki’s, this time with Tom & Shep (& baby number three that was already growing inside Gen’s belly). Jensen’s parents were invited as well which meant that you would meet them for the first time. You were not a fan of parties, especially when the attention was on you, but Jensen & Danneel were so excited while planning everything, you did not want to ruin it by admitting that you actually disliked events like this. Being the center of a crowd made you uneasy but you just got two acting roles, you could play pretend for a few hours, right?

The party was not as bad as you first expected it to be. Meeting your grandparents for the first time was nice, they welcomed you warmly & told you that they were glad they could finally meet you in person. Everyone here knew about your upcoming roles but you were asked to keep it secret for the time being. People would find out soon enough anyway. This celebration tonight was more than you had ever had. Not even once had you had a birthday party or something similar. You were not used to these kinds of things. Apparently, you should get used to them since such parties occurred more often with these people. Though you had to admit that it would be a challenge for you. You liked each & every one of these people here but still, there were these tiny voices in your head that just would not shut up. Telling you that you did not deserve to have them in your life, that you were not good enough to be an actor, that they were better off without you. Shaking your head to rid yourself of these awful thoughts, you could feel your breathing becoming irregular. Shit, please not now. Not in front of everyone. You had to get out of here, you could not have a full blown panic attack when you were supposed to celebrate & have fun. Looking around the room, you saw that the kids were playing & the others were caught up in a conversation. If you were to make an exit, now would be the time. Without a second thought, you got up & hurried out of the room, heading for the safety of your own bedroom.

Shutting the door behind you, you did not even make it to your bed. You fell down to your knees & crawled the remaining distance to your bed where you sat with your back pressed to it. Your breakdown was stupid, you knew that. You got two acting roles, something you had dreamed about ever since you were little. You had a family where, for the first time, you felt like you actually belonged. Hell, there were people here to celebrate you. But the past always seemed to catch up with you, no matter how hard you tried to move on. You could not breathe. Why could you not breathe? If you did not get yourself together, you might actually pass out. Shit, you could not do this alone. But you also did not have the strength to get up. Your phone was left at the party because you forgot it in your state of panic. Trying to yell for someone to help you, you found that your voice had left you.

Experiencing panic attacks like this was everything but fun. Like you were the main character in a horror movie & you made all the stupid mistakes the audience usually joked about. There was no way to escape. You did not hear the knock on your door, neither did you feel when a presence sat down right next to you. But still, nobody was touching you. And you were grateful for that because who knew how you would have reacted to anyone touching you.

“You gotta breathe for me, (Y/N). In & out, in & out. Try to match my breathing.” was the first thing you heard after minutes. You knew the voice but could not tell who it belonged to. Not that it mattered in the moment. Having someone to tell you how to breathe was all you needed.

“There you go, you’re doing great.” the voice encouraged you. Your breathing slowly returned to normal & you were exhausted like crazy. Looking to your right, you found Jared sitting next to you, smiling slightly. Shit, you just embarrassed yourself in front of him.

“You okay?” he asked, still concerned about you.

“I’m sorry.” your voice was hoarse & it felt like almost every ounce of strength had left your body because of this panic attack.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” he assured you. “I could tell you didn’t hear me right away & I wasn’t sure if you were okay with me touching you so I tried my best to get your breathing back to normal.” you were unsure how to answer him. You knew he struggled with his own mental health. Maybe he thought you were faking this. At least other people always believed you wanted attention whenever you went through an episode like that. It was the exact opposite, if you were completely honest.

Silence filled the room once again. Jared was not done with talking, though.

“Do Jensen & Dee know?” you scoffed at that. If they knew they probably would have never set up this party in the first place.

“I guess that’s a no then.” he answered his question himself. “How long have you had these?” maybe it was the fact that you were too tired, but you found yourself opening up to Jared.

“Ever since I can remember.” admitting something like that was not easy but it was the truth.

“You should tell them.”

“So they have another reason to send me back?” Jared widened his eyes at your statement. Were you really thinking that?

“They would never, & I really mean NEVER, send you back, (Y/N). They care for you a lot & they’d be more than open to help you with this. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’ve been dealing with this for (Y/A) years on my own & I’m doing just fine.” the moment you said it, you heard that you were way too harsh with him. That was not your intention. “Sorry, Jared. I didn’t mean it like that.” looking down to avoid his stare, you waited for him to get up & walk out of your room. He did not, though. No. But his next question caught you off guard.

“You want a hug?” that was all you needed at the moment. A slight nod of your head made Jared pull you closer to his body. His embrace felt like a safe haven & you were happy that he was the one who followed you upstairs. Jared let you hug him for as long as you needed. Right now, you were all that mattered. And if you did not want to tell Jensen or Danneel, he would. They were his best friends & if he knew you were struggling, it was his job to let them know as well.

“We’ll get through this together, I promise.” pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head, he could feel you tightening your grip on him. For once, you wanted to trust another person’s promise. For once, you needed another person to keep their promise. You were not sure if you could keep going otherwise.

~to be continued~

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Published (04/24/2021) by Cathy

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cherryblossomflowers · 4 years

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I Think It’s Time For A Change

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader, Danneel Ackles x Step-Daughter!Reader

Summary: YN is tired of her super long hair and Danneel decides to take her for a haircut after school. When she gets home, Jensen sees her now short and colorful hair and freaks out. How will he handle this dramatic change in his life?

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Slight Cursing, Yelling/Fighting, Depression, Mention of Death

A/N: Here's a one-shot to celebrate my 200 followers! Thank you so much, My Cherry Blossoms. I appreciate this more than you'll ever know. A huge thanks to @mlovesstories for encouraging me to post my writings from the beginning. No hate on any SPN cast/character! The first picture is the “Before Haircut” and the second is the “After Haircut”. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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While hiding in the bathroom during her lunch period, YN removed her hood from her head. She stared at her hair that was wrapped in a bun on top of her head.

She took a breath and took out the clip from her hair, letting her long locks fall down past her shoulders to her tail bone.

YN closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and staring at her reflection in the mirror.

And tears almost instantly filled her eyes.

For as long as she could remember, she had long hair. And the only reason she had never cut it was her father.

Jensen had always and will always see YN as his little girl, his first born, his baby. And no matter how old she gets, Jensen's views of her will not change.

Which sucked as a high schooler when image was everything.

And right now, YN hated the image she saw in the mirror.

She had tried so many different hairstyles, from straightening and scrunching to braids and buns, but nothing really fit. Her hair was just too long to manage.

It surely didn't help with her shyness either. YN had been shy for the past 3 years, not really talking in school, keeping to herself, and not having friends to hang out with.

So she used her hair to hide herself during school days. She'd sit in the back of the class, not answer any questions, and not sit near anyone during lunch.

Most of the time, she'd just go into the bathroom during lunch and wait it out.

She wiped her eyes and tossed her hair back into a bun on top of her head before covering it with her hood. After one last look in the mirror, she turned and walked out of the bathroom just in time for the bell to ring for lunch to be over.

YN went on with the rest of her day and when school was over, she waited outside for Danneel. She stood by a tree in the front while other students were hanging out and talking with their friends.

A horn honking startled YN out of her thoughts. When she looked up, she saw Danneel sitting in her car and waving.

YN grabbed her backpack and walked quickly to Danneel's car. She opened the passenger door and jumped in, slamming the door behind her.

"Hey, YN. How was school?" Danneel asked.

YN shrugged, "Fine."

Danneel thought maybe she could get YN open up, "Anything to report?"

YN shook her head in response.

"Well, why don't you tell me something you learned?"

"Um, we talked about Shakespeare in English."

Danneel stayed silent, thinking YN would continue. But she didn't.

"Anything else?"

YN shook her head.

Danneel let out a long sigh, "Do you want to tell me what's on your mind? Did something happen? Is there something I can do?"

YN turned to Danneel and stared at her for a moment. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out and twirled Danneel's hair in her hands.

"I really like your hair. It's a good length for you," YN said fighting back tears.

Danneel was confused for a moment before it suddenly hit her, "You wish your hair was shorter, don't you?"

YN nodded as tears fell down her cheeks, "I've never had it really cut. Dad just took me to get the ends trimmed and thinned out a bit over the years. But..."

"But?"

"He won't let me have it shorter. He always says his 'baby girl' needs to stay young forever. I guess this is his way of doing that," YN explained.

Danneel smiled sadly, "Well, I happen to have an appointment at the salon to color my hair. Why don't you take it? And you can do whatever you want to your hair."

YN whipped her head up to Danneel, "Are you crazy? Dad would flip!"

"YN, you're a 15-year-old girl. At your age, my parents let me do whatever I wanted to my hair. You're old enough to make your own decisions about how you look. You're in high school. If you want to do something to your hair, just say so."

YN thought for a moment. She slowly pulled down her hood and took her bun down. Her hair fell on her shoulders and all around her.

She took a breath, "I've always wanted to have a blue and purple bob, but I couldn't ever make myself do it."

"Well then," Danneel put the car in drive, "We will go do it." -------------------- A few hours later, Jensen was setting the table for dinner for himself and his family. He had gotten a text from Danneel earlier that said YN was going with her to her appointment and they'd be back in time for dinner.

As he set the last plate down on the table, he heard the front door open.

"We're back!" Danneel yelled in the house.

Jensen smiled as he walked down the steps of the dining room and into the living room. He saw Danneel standing by the door and YN by her side.

Well, he saw Danneel's face clearly, but YN stood with her hood over her head and face.

"There are my girls. How was the salon?" Jensen asked.

Danneel smiled, "Great. She got my hair back to the way I like it. And a little something extra."

Jensen chuckled, "Extra? Oh, she styled it."

"Well, yes. But that's not what I mean," Danneel turned to YN, "Come on, show him."

YN took a deep breath and pulled the hood off her face. Danneel smiled down at her, happy to see the smile on her face.

Jensen, on the other hand, was speechless. And not in a good way.

YN ran her hands through her hair, "So, um, I told Danneel an idea I've had for the last couple years. I've always wanted to have multicolored hair and you know how badly I've wanted to cut it short."

Jensen still stood in silence. Danneel and YN waited in anticipation for him to speak.

"Well, Jay? Do you like it?" Danneel asked.

Jensen took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "Danneel can I speak with you...in private?" he whispered.

Danneel turned to YN, "Honey, why don't you go get ready for dinner? I'll come get you once-"

"No, I'll get her once we're done talking, Danneel," Jensen interrupted her.

YN looked up at her father in shock from his outburst. Jensen stared at Danneel in anger while Danneel looked frightened. YN took a step away from the two and slowly walked towards her bedroom.

Once in her room, she shut the door lightly behind her and walked straight over to her mirror. She took off her hoodie and ran her hands through her hair again.

She stared at her reflection as a smile slowly spread across her face. She couldn't remember the last time she smiled at herself.

For the first time in years, she felt pretty. She felt like herself. She felt...normal.

YN jumped and gasped in fear when a heavy knock interrupted her thoughts. She slowly walked over to the door, turned the handle, and pulled it open.

Jensen stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. And he did not look happy at all.

He walked past YN and into her bedroom, but kept his back to her, "So, do you want to explain it to me?"

YN was confused for a moment, "Explain wh-"

"Explain why in the hell you dyed your hair and chopped it all off, YN!" Jensen turned and yelled at her.

Tears formed in YN's eyes, "Y-you don't like it?"

"No. In fact I think it looks horrible. What did you do, stick your hair in a can of paint? Grab a pair of hedge trimmers and go to town on your hair?"

YN started to sob, "B-but I-"

"No, YN. You knew better. You knew not to mess with your hair."

"Danneel said-"

"Danneel is not your mother, YN. She is your step-mother. She has no say in anything with what you do or how you will look."

Anger started to flood her mind as YN took a step towards Jensen, "At least she saw that I needed to change, Dad."

"Excuse me?"

"For years now, all I've wanted to do was cut my hair, even just a trim. But you wouldn't allow it. Danneel saw how upset I was after school today and thought maybe if I just changed a little it would bring me out of my shell. And it did! It's only been like an hour since we left the salon and I can already tell my confidence has doubled!"

Jensen held a finger up at YN, "Now hold on a minute, young lady-"

"I'm not finished. You never let me change without your permission. I'm in high school now, Dad. That's already a huge change for me. I'm so scared of changing, too. And I know you don't want me to change and grow up, but I am. Change is happening, Dad. And this," YN pointed to her hair, "Needed to happen. Don't live in the past, Dad. I'm not that little girl anymore."

Jensen took a step back as tears formed in his eyes. He turned and walked over to YN's bed, sitting down on the edge. He hung his head in his hands and started to cry.

YN blinked a few times in shock as she walked over and sat down next to her father. She laid a hand on his back to comfort him.

"It's not that I didn't want you to change, YN. It's that I didn't want things to change," Jensen began, "After your mom died, it was hard to adjust to life without her. Change was so hard for me that I need to try and keep something constant. I think that's why I never allowed you to grow and change. You keeping your hair long like when you were a little girl was a constant thing that made everything okay. I didn't think I would make you miserable with it," he sighed, "I'm sorry."

YN wiped her own tears, "Dad, change has to happen in life. Or else the human race becomes crazy. Besides, you did change one thing.”

“And that is?”

“You brought Danneel into our lives. She can't replace Mom, but she really tries to make us both happy. And she knew this made me happy. She just wanted to help."

Jensen smiled, "When did you get so mature?"

"About an hour ago when I didn't have to hold my hair up to sit down in a chair," YN chuckled.

Jensen laughed with her, "Well, I do like the length of it," he stared at her hair, "But did you have to color it like this?"

YN rolled her eyes, "Didn't we just have this huge heart-to-heart with 'change' being a thing? These colors help me express myself."

"Just...don't come home with piercings or tattoos please," Jensen sighed.

"No promises on the piercings. You know, I've always wanted my navel pierced."

Jensen shook his head, "Absolutely not."

"How about my second holes in my ears?"

"That we can discuss."

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kickingitwithkirk · 3 years

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Greetings from Austin pt. III

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

WC: 3825

Warnings: a/b/o, bisexuality, biphobia, homophobia, angst, cursing, self doubt, depression/anxiety, married life/disagreements, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility/surrogacy

*flirting, m/m oral sex, Jensen’s insecurities are coming out, Jared gets arrested, both get counseling

A/N: This part consists of several time jumps over four month period.

A/N II: Hey, sorry took me a way longer to get done than planned, rewrote Oct 23 a dozen times alone and hoping makes sense, trying to flesh out characters more and has some stuff that plays into story line in later parts.

Part II

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@winchesterandbeyondbingo square filled-Jensen Ackles

*Series Inspired by this art.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

September 8th

7:30 am

Jensen was sitting in the makeup chair clenching his extra strong coffee container to help warm his hands. He’d spent a second, uncomfortable night in his trailer on location as Vancouver was having an unusual cold snap this time of year and with the covid restrictions the director decided that everyone needed to stay on site.

While he wasn’t happy about the weather, missing his own personal heater but at the same time grateful for a brief break from Jared now that they were heading towards the next phase of starting their family.

Jensen jokingly said they needed a code name since they were planning on keeping their plans a secret, even from their families, until the pups were born, playfully suggesting a cartoon from their childhoods.

Of course with Jared’s weird sense of humor, he loved it and started throwing ideas like operation: pound puppies.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Frieda said as she applied a concealer under his eyes to hide the dark smudges from not sleeping well.

“Huh?”

“You asked about my new job and haven’t heard anything I’ve said, wanna talk about it?”

“Sorry, not focusing very well today.”

“Yeah, we’re all feeling out of sorts with this being the last couple days.”

Jensen couldn’t believe he was down to his last two days of filming.

“Too bad this virus messed everything up, it would’ve been a hell of a send off if everybody could have been here.”

Alex and Misha had left right after they’d finished but Jim Beaver was back for the ending. It was only right for Bobby Singer to be there at the end, having been such a pivotal character in the brothers lives.

Frieda continues chatting about random things while finishing his makeup. A PA stuck his head in calling Jensen to the set. He stepped out of the trailer and smiled seeing his Baby sitting near the building being used as the exterior of Harvelle's Roadhouse.

***

September 12th

“Jen, I’m taking out the bags,” Jared calls out seconds before the apartment's front door shut.

Jensen was doing one last check around the place for any forgotten anything. Satisfied, he walked into the living room containing neatly marked boxes ready to be shipped back to Texas, relieved they had downsized from the big house Jared had years ago.

He stopped to gaze out the picture window when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, molding his back to the muscular chest of his mate, who rested his chin on his shoulder quietly saying, “I’m gonna miss this view.” Jensen hummed in agreement tipping his head back as Jared nuzzled his neck.

“We need to get going if we’re gonna make Seattle by seven,” Jared softly muttered as they’d stood there for a few heartbeats longer before releasing him. They walked to the door and Jensen turned once more to gaze out the window at the view of Vancouver.

***

September 21st

“This has been a great trip but man, I’ll be glad to be in our own bed tonight.” Jared remarks as they drive past a green highway sign saying Austin 312.

“Can’t wait,” Jensen drowsily says having not slept much the last couple days. They had decided to road trip it back to Texas, stopping at a few places they had wanted to visit for awhile.

Jared somehow managed to finagal, okay so his mind numbing blow job combined with those lethal long fingers that always makes Jensen agree to anything got him a couple extra days in southern Colorado.

Jensen enjoyed the beautiful scenery and hiking in the mountains but hated camping out. Well, it wasn’t technically roughing it the way Jared liked but still.. a frigging yurt in late September?

Oy vay, what he did for love.

The sound of Jared singing along to some classic country song on the radio as he drove finally put Jensen completely out.

***

October 23rd

Turning from the open fridge with a puzzled expression on his face, Jared senses the same vague something he’s felt God knows how many times in the last couple months.

Shutting the door he walked over to the island counter where his husband was seated pushing his unfinished dinner around on his plate.

“Jen, what’s going on? Are you worried about the implantation? Dr. Rodgers said the embryos were healthy and optimistic the surrogate took this first try.”

What Jensen wants to ask, the question that’s plagued him since that day in August choosing their Omega surrogate...how the hell does he phrase it without upsetting Jared?

“Did you choose her because you knew she’d be the one I’d pick?”

Jensen slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide, disbelieving he blurted it out.

Jared worked to find a response squeaking an actual squeak before he could get control over his vocals, “That’s what I’ve been sensing!” Gripping the edge of the counter with his big hands, “Are you seriously going there again? I was honest about our interactions when I realized she was the one I knocked down at the clinic and FYI, you weren’t exactly in full control either Alpha!”

Jensen clenched his teeth at being reminded his inner need to be in control at all times slipped.

“I’ve racked my brains trying to figure it out how to ask something like that without upsetting you!” Jensen yells getting up and pacing around the kitchen.

Jared huffed, “So all this time instead of talking to me, you’ve conjured up some..”

“For the last two years I’ve gotten the sense you feel somethings missing, kept telling myself it’s your unfulfilled biology. But ever since you meet that Omega you’ve been.. I can’t explain it and now I’m second guessing our marriage Ja....” his rant abruptly cut off.

Jared’s eyes were glowing red, pinning him with an eerie wolf expression, the intensity disconcerting him. “I chose you, my husband, my soulmate, my everything!“ The words should have been reassuring but Jared’s voice was pitiless, something Jensen's never heard pass from his lips before.

Jared took a deep breath and with normalcy returning said, “I love you Jensen and I thought you understood, for me, in my mind, both of us having pups with the same donor means my offspring won’t be seen as just step relations but will grow up having strong familial ties with JJ, Arrow and Zeppelin.”

Jensen started to speak when a low, reverberating growl from Jared warning him not to interrupt.

“I consciously listened to my inner wolf when it came to choosing the person who is biologically the Om of our children and I,” Jared emphasizes tapping his chest with his long index finger, ”have no regrets but apparently you do.” Taking a deep breath Jared drops a non sequitur, ”The dogs need to be fed,” and walks away.

At the sound of Jared’s SUV leaving Jensen’s legs gave out and he drops to the floor curling up in a fetal position wrapping his arms over his head. Arlo and Koda laid down, one on each side, cocooning him between them.

***

Thanksgiving

“The kids are in a tryptophan coma,” Jensen announces as he walks in through the kitchen's back door. He had followed Danneel home afterwards helping get JJ and the twins cleaned up and put to bed, “they’ll be out till Monday.”

“Good, cause I’m dead on my feet,” Jared replies yawning while loading the dishwasher. It had been their turn to host the holiday with Danneel, the kids, Clif, Jared’s siblings and their broods.

“I told you to wait and I’d help finish the cleanup when I got back.” Jensen said as Jared started the machine.

“I figured you’d wanna stay awhile and be too tired and I didn’t want to deal with it tomorrow. All that’s left is to put the trash and recycling out, could you grab it?”

“On it,” Jensen picked up the bags walking around the side of the house dropping them into their designated receptacles.

When he came back in Jared was switching off the lights downstairs. They made their way up to the bedroom taking turns in the bath getting ready for bed.

Jensen was sitting with his back against the headboard checking his messages when Jared drops heavily next to him, “I plan on sleeping for the next three days.” He mutters resting his head against Jensen’s shoulder.

“Sounds good to me babe, I’m glad we didn’t schedule anything extra this weekend, be nice to spend some time alone.” He finishes wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hmm, do you remember last year's Thanksgiving?”

Jared closed the kitchen pantries door, pushing Jensen against it seductively lowering his fox slanted eyes huskily whispering, “I’m so fucking horny I need my dick you now.”

“Dude, we’re re in my sisters...“

“..you’ll have to be quiet,” Jared dove in for a deep, dirty kiss, grinding against Jensen until he was begging to be fucked.

“You’re the one who got us busted..oh fuck Jensen..so fucking tight..fuck..not gonna last..then later I get Mac saying it sounded like your dick...”

“Okay..buuut,” Jared tilts his head slowly running his tongue up the column of Jensen’s neck, “you gotta admit,” hand slipping under his sleep shirt, “our sex life,” long fingers tip toe up the smooth, freckled chest, pads teasing his left nipple as Jared nibbles on his earlobe, ”is never boring.”

Jensen groans, dropping his arm, still clinching the phone, tipping his head to expose more of his neck to Jared’s wondrous lips, enjoying the scratch of his short beard.

“I thought you were sleeping the next three days.”

Jared answers by removing his hand and straddling his husband's thick thighs taken the phone placing it on the nightstand and starts nibbling along the other side of Jensen’s sensitive neck, working his way to his slightly raised claim mark flattening his tongue licking the ultra sensitive spot that always drives his Alpha wild.

Jensen slides his hands up Jared’s back finding a grip in his shortened hair, unhappy about how much he’s cut off for Walker, unable to tangle his thick fingers into the soft tresses like he used to.

Finding a purchase he pulls hard making Jared groan at the pleasurable sensation tips his head back till it’s the perfect angle for Jensen to run his tongue across those candy pink lips, teasing them open to grant him access, continues teasing, alternating between caressing Jared’s tongue with his and sucking on his lips.

Moaning, Jared rocks his hips seeking friction, breaks their kissing long enough to work Jensen's sleep shirt off. They end up wrestling a few moments before Jared tosses it as Jensen’s lips attack his more desperately.

Tapping Jared’s thigh, Jensen rolls them kneeling between sleep pant clad legs watching as Jared reaches up gripping the strategically placed bar in their custom made headboard with both hands, his pecs flexing in anticipation of what’s to come.

Not breaking eye contact Jensen bends forward, his lips a hair's breadth from Jared’s, slowly slides backwards hovering, caressing the acres of golden skin beneath him with only his warm breath, pausing to hook his fingers in the pants waistband and pulling them with him as he continues journeying south.

Slowly making his way back north he leaves wet, open mouth kisses along the now naked, extra long, muscular legs he loves, sucking on the insides of both thighs, nipping hard enough to leave marks before arriving at his designated stop.

He hasn’t even touched Jared’s beautiful cock yet it’s fully engorged, resting against his flat stomach vigorously leaking precome. Jensen dips his tongue into his bellybutton lapping up the liquid collecting in it, cause fuck, he’s loves how more sweet than salty Jared’s always tasted.

Hips rolling Jared rubs his cockhead against Jensen’s tongue and he kitten licks the dribbling slit before resting his head on Jared’s lower stomach and wrapping his lips around the velvety head.

Shifting his grip on the bar Jared’s makes nonsensical noises, toes curling at the mixed sensations of his mates silky beard tickling his lower regions while sucking on his cockhead, alternates swirling his tongue over the nerves underneath and teasing his slit sending spikes of pleasure radiating through him.

After all these years Jared’s still amazed at Jensen’s knowledge of his body, his ability to keep him on the edge of not enough for however long he’s in the mood to play.

“..pleease...need to cum...got to..so fucking..uhh..Alpha!”

Raising up on a forearm Jensen starts bobbing up and down his shaft, pausing briefly on each downward pass, working his throat open to take Jared further in until he’s nose deep in dark, trimmed pubic hair. Holding his mate's substantial cock in his throat swallows around him as Jared’s knot inflates, pushing his jaws apart till it’s too much.

Letting the knot slip out from between his plump lips Jensen wraps a hand firmly around it and starts vigorously bobbing drawing out a litany of obscene noises, feels Jared’s balls drawing up and backs off swallowing the warm, thick, spurting liquid.

Leisurely licking until Jared hissed, too sensitive for anymore kisses the tip one last time crawls back up the bed searching for his pillow and face plants on it.

“Dude, you’ve finally sucked out my last brain cell.”

Purring deep in his chest, Jensen gives Jared a self satisfied smirk, who mutters, “wasn’t trying to give you a bigger head.”

Rolling onto his side Jensen displays his turgid cock needing attention, “okay, he’s the bigger head,” Jared concedes reaching down running his fingers over the weeping tip, wetting them with precome spreads it over the shaft firmly fisting Jensen’s pulsing thickness, moving his hand up and down excruciatingly slowly.

“So,” his honeyed voice lowers an octave watching Jensen dissolving into a breathy mess, “how does he want me?”

Jensen opens his mouth to answer when a phone rings. Glaring over his shoulder, “not mine,” he growls. Still stroking him Jared stretches for his, “it’s the clinic..hello? Dr. Rodgers, hey, how are you sir?” He lets go sitting up against the headboard.

Why’s the doctor calling them at such an odd time, on a holiday no less?

Jared's brow wrinkles before he turns to Jensen, eyes sparkling breaks out his wondrous smile making his dimples pop.

“Jensen, she’s pregnant!”

Jared's practically bouncing on their bed like he’s on a massive sugar high discussing what comes next with the doctor. Jensen feels his erection rapidly diminishing, gets up heading into the bath and turns on the shower.

Climbing in he crosses his arms against the far wall, resting his forehead against them closing his eyes as hot water bounces across his broad shoulders.

Jensen knows he should be elated. Jared’s getting the pup (or pups) he’s desired for years and the possibility of being a father himself again. Instead, his heart seized up in conflict.

***

After that god awful argument in October he ended up at Josh’s, who confessed his mate and him were seeing a counselor because they were having marital issues too. Spending the night drinking and reflecting Jensen came home the next morning to a still angry Jared cause he didn’t know where the fuck his husband was all night.

Filling him in about his talk with Josh, Jared seemed somewhat mollified but a few nights later...

Walker star Jared Padalecki arrested near the one year anniversary of Stereotype bar altercation.

· Jared Padalecki was arrested once again in Austin, Texas, early Sunday morning on one count of public intoxication…

When he got released Jared sat Jensen down pleading with him to sit in on his next therapy session, saying they couldn’t keep going on like this, it was tearing him apart.

He wants..no..needs Jensen to completely open up, stop trying to protect him and discuss what’s going on in his head, what he’s really feeling.

Jared’s therapist started off informing both of them he wasn’t a marriage counselor but after a brief conversation with Jared knew the situation was having a detrimental impact on his mental health.

He listened to them separately, then together, about their observations and thoughts on each other’s behaviors came up with a hypothesis:

Since Jared’s last depressive episode, his random thoughts/emotions were feeding more into Jensen’s deep seated insecurities over his mate’s open, flirtatious personality and how he perceives others attraction/interactions to him.

And now Jared’s inner wolf is demonstrating an intense attraction to an Omega, something never encountered before with past preferences in Beta females, with this new dynamic Jensen didn’t know how to handle it.

Jensen opened and closed his mouth several times sputtering before saying this was complete bullshit and stormed out.

***

Lost in thought Jensen didn’t notice his husband stepping into the open shower stall until his considerable frame was blocking the water, Jared’s voice drew him out of his musings.

“I can hear you thinking clear in the other room.”

Cupped Jensen’s face between his large hands he gazed into those spring colored eyes that captured his heart the moment he looked into them years ago, “Hey, no matter what happens next, we’re good.”

***

December 16th

Jared was sitting in his chair chatting with Lindsey and Keegan while the crew was finishing setting up for the next scene when his phone rang. He didn’t recognize the number but excuses himself, stepping away for some privacy answering.

“Hey, everything okay?” Lindsay asked after he hung up, concerned by the visible tension rolling off the big Alpha.

“Umm..I don’t know, I need to make another call...” Jared said, waving the phone, “yeah, let us know if you need anything.” Keegan says and Jared nodded his thanks.

The phone rang three times, “Hey Clif, I need a favor.”

***

December 19th

Clif pulled the SUV into the parking lot, “Are you sure this is the right place?” Jared inquires looking around taking in the old motel located in a very questionable area of Austin.

“This is the name the guy mentioned.” Clif replied, getting out heading for the office. Couple minutes later he climbed back in, “the manager said the laundry out back.” He started the vehicle and drove to the rear of the property.

Clif got out again and knocked on the building's door. An older Hispanic woman answered engaging him in a brief conversation before stepping back inside.

Clif nodded to Jared and as he got out of the vehicle that piquant scent hit him seconds before the door reopened. The person he’d spent days searching for froze in the doorway upon seeing him.

***

December 22nd

Jensen, claiming out of the Uber, grabbed his bag thanking the driver, walked up the front stone pathway relieved to be home from L. A. after a hopefully final costume fitting for his new role as Soldier Boy, this flying back and forth every week for the last couple months had gotten old real quick and he was looking forward to enjoying the holidays at home.

Jared’s parents were coming tomorrow and staying for a few days as was Danneel and their pups. Josh said he was still planning on dropping by a few hours Christmas Day since he and Mac were scheduled to spend most of the holiday with their parents.

Jensen felt that mixture of anger and sadness he got thinking about his parents. He was raised in their church and though he never believed in it, respected their choice.

Too bad they couldn’t reciprocate.

***

Alan and Donna belonged to an ultra conservative church. The foundations of child rearing was to be found in the good book and in the Ackles household-spare the rod, spoil the child-was gospel.

When they were growing up neither parent was the physically or emotionally demonstrative type, only showing their offspring a reserved affection, especially in public.

The saving grace was their Beta nanny who gave them unconditional love, especially Jensen, who was shy as a child already knowing he was different from his siblings. She instilled the confidence in them to discover who they truly were inside and encouraged Jensen to come out before moving to California.

Shortly after graduating he told his family about his bisexuality and his boyfriend was moving to L.A. with him.

Alan and Donna tried to stop him. He was to go to their pastor and confess his transgressions, beg forgiveness for his sins against the church and its teachings, threatening to pull the agreed upon six month financial support while he auditioned for parts before going to college if it didn’t work out.

Jensen refused, packed up, took his boyfriend and left. He got his first break shortly after and quickly learned Hollywood didn’t care what his sexual orientation was as long as he kept it behind closed doors.

His management agency decided early on to promote Jensen as the good guy/boyfriend type. They also set him up on dates to events with many up and coming female artists of the time. He had no problem playing along when he wasn’t actually dating a woman.

His big break came on the CW. After co-starring in a couple series for the network he was offered the chance to be a lead in a new series created by Eric Kripke.

At the audition he met former Gilmore Girls heartthrob, Jared Padalecki, flashing his infectious smile, dimples for days and the most beautiful, incredible color shifting eyes Jensen’s ever seen, he was done for.

Jensen might not have his biological parents in his life anymore but his now in-laws, the complete opposite of the Ackles, helped fill that hole.

It’s easy to see where Jared’s personality comes from. His Om, Sherrie, is overly affectionate, excessively physical and verbal with everyone she considers family, biological or not.

The first time he accompanied Jared home on a holiday break Jensen was literally bowled over by the five foot nothing Omega and instantly became part of her brood.

***

Barley getting the front door open Jensen is hit with the piquant scent of orange blossoms and spices he couldn’t quite place.

Dropping his carry-on bag in the foyer he followed the scent further into the house. Arlo sat up near the large picture windows facing the backyard where he and Koda are napping and gets up coming over to greet him.

“Hey big guy, where’s daddy at?” Jensen asked rubbing around his ears like he liked having thought Jared would still be on set before the holiday break.

He heads towards the kitchen where the scent seems to be coming from, “Babe is that coffee shop back open, what’s it called, has those sweet rolls you're obsessed with..” he abruptly stopped and blinks not believing what was in front of him.

More accurately who was in front of him.

“Babe is in his office and dinner will be ready in twenty.”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

***

tbc

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