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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

Hi everyone! I apologize for not being active, I am still continuing to work on my new story "Change of Heart" I'll try to upload it this week or next week. Things have been very crazy — on top of me being busy with both going to school and work working full time; I got sick which was not fun at all. I promise I have not forgotten about you all, it's just been a lot for me. I was also having doubts about my writing which I'm sure happens to the best of us. I was getting writers block and I couldn't gather my thoughts from my head to paper.

Anyways, I love you all so much and I will be back!!

P.S. feel free to message me anytime

- 𝐓𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

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Another quick update —

I’m gonna do my best to continue working on my new story and post it for you guys! I promise it will be worth it 🫶🏻

Love you all ♥️

𝙷𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎!!!

I apologize for not posting, I’ve been busy this past week BUT i am currently working on my new story Change of Heart for the bingo challenge — it might be a mini series I’m not sure yet - still seeing how it goes!

I appreciate you all being patient with me !

Much love,

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𝙷𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎!!!

I apologize for not posting, I’ve been busy this past week BUT i am currently working on my new story Change of Heart for the bingo challenge — it might be a mini series I’m not sure yet - still seeing how it goes!

I appreciate you all being patient with me !

Much love,

𝐓𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

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honestly same

i need him like i need air

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Jensen Ackles as Russell Shaw Tracker (2024) | 2.02 – “Ontological Shock”

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dean in 1.04 phantom traveler

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮!!!

Just checked my followers and I realized I made it to over 300!!! Yall…. I am so grateful! 😭😭 Thank you for all those who love/reblog/ and comment on my stories! I never thought that this account would even make it past 100 followers but you all have went above and beyond 💚

A few shoutouts to @jackles010378 , @whimsyfinny , @deanwinchestersgirl8734 , and @zepskies and many many more who have been so supportive! I can’t thank you all enough!

I love you all so so much! Xoxo 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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𝐂𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader (Y/N)

Summary: Reader meets Dean at Roadhouse and challenges him to a game of pool, with an interesting bet.

Warnings: sexual themes/tension (it gets a bit smutty but thats no surprise from me at this point 😜) , language, alcohol use.

Pre AN: this fills the Pool/Billiards square for my @jacklesversebingo card!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

It’s Saturday night at the Roadhouse. The air is buzzing with chatter, the clinking of glasses, music playing from the jukebox, and the occasional crack of pool balls. I used to play a lot when I was a kid and I loved it, but it's been forever since I last picked up a cue. 

I walk toward the bar and take a seat on the wooden stool. Ellen – the owner of the place – turns around and greets me with a smile. 

“Hey sweetie, what will it be?” she asks me as she grabs a glass. 

“Oh, hey Ellen! Just the usual – whisky on the rocks.”

“You got it,” she says with a wink. 

As Ellen gets my drink, I glance around the bar. People fill the booths and tables, chatting with each other. A few are out on the dance floor, swaying to the music, while others are casually playing pool. My eyes drift to one of the pool tables, and that's when I notice him. Tall, muscular but not overly so, with brown hair, and wearing a worn brown leather jacket. He’s talking to someone, a much taller guy with longer hair. I can’t help but wonder who they are  – especially the one in the leather jacket. 

Ellen serves me my drink, and I can't help but ask, “Hey Ellen, who are they?” I nod towards them, while casually taking a sip. 

She looks up and sees who I am talking about. 

“Oh, those two?” She asks, while nodding towards them. “They’re family friends of mine, Sam and Dean Winchester.

“And what’s up with them?” I ask casually. 

Ellen hands me my drink, and as I take a sip, the smooth burn of the whisky goes down my throat. I can’t help but let my gaze wander back to the two men by the pool table, especially the one in the leather jacket. There’s something about him — that makes me curious.

“They’re brothers,” Ellen says, bringing my attention back to her. “Been through a lot, those two.” She wipes down the bar as she continues, “Sam - the tall one — he’s the youngest. Smart as a whip,  he’s a big softy. And Dean — the one wearing the leather jacket, he’s the oldest. Bit rough around the edges but good hearted. They’re hunters, ya know. They fight things most people don’t believe exist. 

Hunters. Now that’s something I didn’t expect to hear. 

“Like ghosts and monsters and all that?” I ask curiously. 

Ellen nods, pouring herself a drink. “Exactly, it’s a tough job but someone’s gotta do it. Those two are the best hunters around.” 

My eyes drift back to Dean. He leans over the pool table, lining up his shot with precision. I can’t help but admire the way he focuses. As if he can sense my gaze, his eyes — sharp, green, and full of intensity — flicker up to meet mine for a split second. My breath hitches, it’s like he can see right through me. He leans in closer to the table and it’s hard to focus on anything else but the way his lips quirk up into a cocky ass smirk right before he does the break. 

As the balls scatter across the table I bite my lip, unable to tear my gaze away from him. His eyes are still on mine, amusement twinkling as if he knows exactly the effect he’s having on me. 

Ellen’s voice snaps me out of my intense thoughts. “You okay?” 

“Yeah…” I reply, a little too quietly averting my gaze. “I’m fine.” 

But I know deep down I’m not. My mind’s racing with thoughts I shouldn’t be having about a guy I just met — or rather haven’t met yet. 

“Enjoying the view sweetheart?” Dean's voice was blunt with a teasing edge to it as he straightened himself up, clearly pleased with himself. 

I don’t know if it’s the whisky or the sexual tension between us, but I’m feeling very bold tonight. The boldness surges through me, and before I can second guess myself, I find my feet carrying me toward the pool table. Sam is focused on his next shot, but Dean’s eyes are locked on me the entire time, his lips curled into that cocky smirk that’s been driving me wild since the moment our eyes met.

“Well, sweetheart, you gonna stand there staring, or you here to play?” Dean’s voice is low, teasing, and I can feel the challenge in it.

I raise an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Maybe I am here to play,” I reply, letting a bit of sass slip into my tone.

Dean chuckles, leaning back against the edge of the pool table, his eyes scanning me up and down, clearly intrigued. “You any good?”

“I used to be,” I admit with a shrug. “Wanna find out?”

Sam glances between us, shaking his head with a grin before stepping away from the table. “I’ll leave you two to it. Dean can use a good challenge.”

“Good luck, man,” he adds with a knowing smirk before heading toward the bar, leaving just me and Dean at the table.

Dean watches me for a moment before stepping around the table to grab a cue. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s make this interesting. How about a little wager?”

I raise an eyebrow, curious. “What kind of wager?”

Dean’s eyes darken with mischief as he hands me a cue. He steps in close, his body heat radiating off him as he leans in, his lips dangerously close to my ear. “Loser has to kiss the winner.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, my heart racing in response. I swallow, trying to maintain my composure, but the heat between us is undeniable. I glance up at him, meeting his intense green eyes.

“Deal,” I say, my voice surprisingly steady. “But don’t be upset when you lose.”

Dean chuckles, pulling back slightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve got no idea what you’re in for.”

We set up the game, the tension between us thickening with every glance, every small touch as we move around the table. I take the first shot, breaking the balls with a satisfying crack. Dean watches me closely, his gaze burning into me, but I focus on the game, determined not to let him get in my head.

The game goes on, each shot bringing us closer, both of us playing to win, but there’s something else simmering beneath the surface, a fire that’s growing with every passing moment. I line up my final shot, feeling Dean’s eyes on me the whole time. The cue ball hits the corner pocket, sinking the last ball perfectly.

Dean’s smirk falters for the first time, and I can’t help the triumphant grin that spreads across my face.

“Well, would you look at that,” I say, setting the cue down and stepping toward him. “I won.”

Dean straightens up, his eyes narrowing slightly, though there’s amusement dancing in them. He takes a step closer, closing the space between us, his body heat wrapping around me like a blanket.

“Looks like I owe you something, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “But I don’t mind losing to you.”

Before I can respond, his hand gently grips my chin, tilting my face up toward his. His lips crash into mine, firm and demanding, stealing my breath away. The kiss is intense, and I melt into it, my hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the leather jacket. His other hand snakes around my waist, pulling me closer, until there’s no space left between us.

Dean deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing mine, and I can’t help the soft moan that escapes me. His grip tightens slightly, possessive, and I’m drowning in the feel of him, the taste of him. It’s like he’s claiming me, and I’m more than willing to be claimed.

When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard, our foreheads resting against each other. Dean’s eyes are dark with lust, his smirk back in full force.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he whispers, his voice husky. “You kiss even better than I imagined.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, feeling a little lightheaded from the intensity of the moment. “Careful, Dean. I might make you lose more often.”

Dean leans in again, his lips brushing against mine as he murmurs, “I think I’d like that.”

Dean’s lips find mine again, slower this time, more deliberate, savoring the taste of me like he’s been waiting for this moment forever. His hands roam over my body, his grip firm yet tender, pulling me even closer. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my hands as I run them over his chest, his muscles tense beneath the fabric of his shirt. The kiss deepens, and I lose myself in it, my body pressing into his, heat building between us until I can barely think straight.

When he finally pulls back, his breath is warm against my lips, and there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes. “How about we take this somewhere more private?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

I bite my lip, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Yeah… I think that’s a good idea,” I manage, my voice breathless from the intensity of the kiss.

He grabs my hand, and without another word, we head outside. The cool night air hits me, but it does nothing to cool the fire raging inside me. My heart races as he leads me to the his beautiful car — a 1967 Chevy Impala; parked under the dim light of a streetlamp. There’s something thrilling about it— something intimate, yet wild. He opens the back door for me, and I slide in, my body humming with anticipation. Dean follows quickly, closing the door behind him, sealing us inside.

The moment we’re alone, the tension between us snaps like a rubber band stretched too tight. His hands are on me, his lips crashing into mine with a raw hunger that sends sparks through my entire body. I gasp against his mouth, my fingers tugging at his leather jacket, desperate to feel him, to touch the warm skin underneath.

"God, you drive me crazy," he breathes, his voice rough as his hands slide up my shirt, lifting it over my head. He pauses, his eyes dark with desire as they roam over me, taking me in. His gaze is so intense that it makes me shiver.

"Not so bad yourself," I reply, a teasing edge in my voice, though I can barely keep it steady. The way he looks at me makes it hard to think straight.

Dean smirks, leaning in close, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I bet I can make you say more than that."

I open my mouth to respond, but his hands are already on my waist, pulling me down onto his lap, and any coherent thought slips away. I can feel every inch of him, hard and ready beneath me, and it makes my breath hitch. His lips press against my collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to make me moan softly.

"You think you’re in charge, Winchester?" I manage to tease, even as my body melts into his touch.

Dean’s low chuckle vibrates against my skin. "Sweetheart, I think we both know who's in control here."

His hands move to my jeans, unbuttoning them with practiced ease, and I arch into him as he pulls them down. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and I can’t help but bite my lip as his fingers skim over the sensitive skin of my thighs.

"You're killing me, Dean," I whisper, my voice shaky with need.

His eyes flash with something dark, something primal, as he leans in to kiss me again, his hands gripping my hips with a possessive edge. "Trust me, sweetheart. This is just the beginning."

I groan softly as he pulls me down onto him, the sensation overwhelming as he fills me completely. The feeling of him inside me is perfect, and I can't help but rock my hips against him, needing more, wanting more. His hands grip my waist tighter, guiding me as I move, the rhythm between us building quickly.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Dean growls, his voice low and ragged. He thrusts up into me, harder, deeper, and I gasp, gripping his shoulders to steady myself as the pleasure builds with every movement. The car rocks slightly with the intensity of it, the small space only amplifying the heat between us.

I bite my lip, my nails digging into his skin as I ride him, my body moving instinctively, driven by pure need. "Dean… I–" My voice breaks as a moan escapes me, my head tipping back as he thrusts harder.

"Come on, sweetheart," Dean murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "Let go. I wanna hear you scream my name."

His dirty talk, the rough edge to his voice, sends me over the edge. My body tightens around him as the orgasm crashes through me, and I cry out, my hands clutching him tightly as I lose myself in the overwhelming pleasure. Dean follows me moments later, groaning my name as he spills into me, his hands gripping my hips like I’m the only thing holding him to this earth.

For a moment, we’re both breathing hard, our bodies tangled together, the tension between us finally spent. I collapse against him, resting my forehead against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my skin. His fingers trail up and down my back in slow, soothing strokes, grounding me after the whirlwind of passion.

After a long moment, Dean tilts my chin up, his green eyes softer now but still intense as they lock onto mine. There’s something different in his gaze, something deeper, as if he’s searching for the right words. His thumb brushes against my lip, his expression more serious than I’ve ever seen.

“I gotta ask you something, sweetheart,” he says quietly, his voice rough but sincere.

I look up at him, my heart pounding for a different reason now. “What is it?” I ask, though there’s a part of me that already knows this is something big.

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching mine, and then he finally speaks, his voice low and almost vulnerable. “Stay with me. This… us… it feels right. I don’t want this to be just one night.”

His words hit me like a wave, warm and unexpected. For a second, I can’t find the right response, overwhelmed by the raw honesty in his voice. But then a smile tugs at my lips, and I lean in to kiss him, slow and sweet, pouring everything I feel into that kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere, Dean,” I whisper against his lips when we finally pull apart. “I’m all in.”

Dean smiles, a rare, genuine smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “Good,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine. “Because I don’t plan on letting you go.”

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:

Hope you enjoyed this story! I’m sorry if the smut is REAL but I can’t help it — but you guys know me by now I’m gonna put smut in my stories! anyways, this one was really fun to do! And the gif — PERFECT TOUCH 🥵🥵🔥

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this fucking scene I can not 🥵💦

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I would love to know your feedback on this 🤍

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I have a question for you all !

If I posted my stories on any other platform ( Wattpad, Patreon, etc.) would you guys read my stories on there too??

Lmk what you all think! And for those who post on other platforms — do you enjoy posting your work on there? 🤔🤔🤔

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Repairing Hearts 👷🏻‍♂️❤️‍🩹

Mini Series

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: Reader (Y/N) is a single mom, struggling to fix her leaky roof. She posts an ad on social media desperate for help. When local repairman, Jensen Ackles offers to help, the two grow an unexpected connection that grows.

Warnings: SMUT (p in v, wrap it up kids), other mature themes, mild language, emotional topics. (If there is any that I missed please let me know) I will label the warnings in each part!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Warnings: SMUT & language

The day had finally arrived.

Standing in front of the mirror in my wedding dress, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. My heart was racing, my palms slightly sweaty as I took in every detail—the lace bodice, the delicate train, the way the veil cascaded down my back like a dream. I was getting married. Me. Y/N, the single mom who once thought she’d never find someone who’d love her and Aria the way Jensen did. And yet, here I was, about to walk down the aisle toward the man who had become everything I never knew I needed.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to see Aria standing in the doorway, clutching her little basket of petals. Her hair was done up in soft curls, and the white dress she wore made her look like an absolute angel.

“Mommy, you look like a princess!” she said, her eyes wide with admiration.

I laughed, fighting back tears as I knelt down to her level, pulling her into a hug. “Thank you, sweetheart. You look so beautiful, too. Are you ready to be the best flower girl ever?”

She nodded eagerly, her excitement contagious. “Uh-huh! I practiced with Aunt Victoria, and I won’t drop a single petal!”

My heart swelled with pride as I kissed her forehead. “You’re going to be amazing, baby girl.”

As I stood back up, adjusting my veil one last time, a wave of emotions hit me. This wasn’t just a wedding—it was the start of a new chapter, one where Aria and I wouldn’t be alone anymore. We were a family now. Jensen had made that clear from the moment he came into our lives, and now, he was about to make it official.

The ceremony was being held in a small, intimate garden—just our closest friends and family, the perfect setting for a day I would never forget. As I stood at the back of the aisle, waiting for my cue, my heart pounded in my chest. The music started softly, and I watched as Aria proudly made her way down the aisle, carefully dropping petals with every step. My best friend Victoria, my maid of honor, followed behind her, giving me a reassuring smile.

Then it was my turn.

The moment I stepped into view, I locked eyes with Jensen, and my breath caught in my throat. He stood at the altar, his hands clasped in front of him, dressed in a sharp black suit that fit him perfectly. But it wasn’t his outfit that took my breath away—it was the look on his face. His eyes were filled with so much love, so much emotion, and as I walked toward him, I saw him swallow hard, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Jensen Ackles, the man who had been my rock, my safe haven, was getting emotional. And it hit me like a wave—I was about to marry this man. This was real.

I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. They slipped down my cheeks as I made my way down the aisle, my heart pounding with every step. When I finally reached him, Jensen took my hands in his, his grip firm yet gentle, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world had disappeared. It was just the two of us, standing there, ready to take on whatever life had in store.

“You look… absolutely beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he wiped a tear from my cheek.

I smiled, my voice shaky. “And you… you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

The ceremony was a blur of love and promises, of vows spoken from the deepest parts of our hearts. But the moment that stood out to me the most was when we said “I do,” the words carrying so much weight, so much meaning. As Jensen slid the ring onto my finger, I felt like I was stepping into a new life—one filled with love, laughter, and a future I had only ever dreamed of.

𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I had never been more nervous in my entire life.

Standing at the altar, watching Tianna walk toward me, my heart raced. She was breathtaking—more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Every step she took felt like a slow-motion scene from a movie, her dress flowing around her like she was floating. I had always thought I was a tough guy, but the moment I saw her, something inside me broke. I swallowed hard, trying to blink away the tears threatening to spill over.

God, she was stunning.

As she reached me, I took her hands in mine, feeling the warmth radiate between us. “You look… absolutely beautiful, Y/N,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. Her smile lit up her entire face, making it impossible not to smile back.

“And you… you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with love.

After the ceremony, we didn’t waste any time heading to our honeymoon destination—a secluded oceanfront suite. I had been counting down the moments until we could finally be alone, away from the world. The moment we stepped into the suite, I felt a rush of desire that had been building since I first laid eyes on her in that wedding dress.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow across the room, I turned to Y/N. “You know,” I said, stepping closer, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

I moved in, capturing her lips with mine, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. The kiss deepened, and I could feel the heat between us igniting like a flame. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her against me.

“God, you feel amazing,” I murmured between kisses, my hands sliding down to her thighs. The way she responded, arching into me, fueled my desire even more.

Breaking the kiss, I stepped back slightly to take her in. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.” My eyes roamed over her form, lingering on the way the dress hugged her curves. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Let me see you, Y/N,” I said, my voice low and filled with longing. “I want to take that dress off you.”

A playful glint sparked in her eyes, and she nodded, biting her lip as she reached behind her back to undo the zipper. I watched, my breath hitching, as the fabric fell away, revealing the delicate white lingerie beneath—a lacy bra and matching panties that left little to the imagination.

“Damn, you’re killing me,” I groaned, stepping closer again, my hands finding her waist as I pressed my body against hers. “You look so fucking beautiful in that.”

She blushed under my gaze, a smile spreading across her face as I leaned down, capturing her lips once more. My hands roamed her sides, feeling the softness of her skin, and as I kissed her, I could feel her fingers slipping into my hair, tugging gently, urging me on.

“Jensen,” she whispered, her breath hot against my lips. “I want you so much right now.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as her laughter filled the room. I laid her down gently, hovering over her, taking a moment to admire the sight before me. She looked like a goddess, the sunset casting a soft glow on her skin.

“Tell me what you want, babygirl,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her neck, kissing my way down her collarbone. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you inside me,” she gasped, arching her back as I nibbled at her skin. “Please Jensen, I need you.”

That was the moment I lost all control. I kissed her deeply, our mouths moving together in a passionate dance as I explored her body with my hands. I could feel her shivering beneath my touch, the way she responded to me driving me wild.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” I promised against her lips, my hands trailing down her sides, savoring every curve. “You deserve to feel amazing.”

“Please,” she whimpered, pulling me closer, her body begging for more.

I slid my hands under the straps of her lingerie, slowly peeling them down her shoulders. The delicate lace fell away, revealing her soft skin. I couldn’t resist leaning down, pressing my lips against her, kissing a path down her body. The way she gasped and moaned only spurred me on.

“Jensen,” she breathed, her hands threading through my hair. “You’re making me feel so good.”

“Just wait,” I said, my voice low and sultry, filled with desire. “I’m going to make you feel even better.”

With every kiss, every touch, we lost ourselves in each other, the world outside disappearing until all that mattered was us. I was consumed by my love for her—the way she made me feel, the way she responded to my every move.

As we surrendered to our desires, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy wash over me. This was our moment, our beginning.

The rest of the honeymoon passed in a blur of laughter, love, and endless moments of passion. And as I held Y/N in my arms, watching the waves crash against the shore, I knew one thing for certain—I would spend the rest of my life loving her and protecting the family we had created.

Because she wasn’t just my wife. She was my everything.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞

Hope you enjoyed this series!! I’m so sad it had to end but I have a lot more content to coming so get ready! This is probably one of my favorite series I’ve ever written and I’m so happy I got to share it with you all! 🥹🫶🏻 Feel free to let me know what you think! I always love reading feedback!

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@whimsyfinny @jackles010378 y’all have me crying 😭😭😭 I love you both so much! You guys are one of my fav blogs too! 💚

Also here are a some others @zepskies @deanbrainrotwritings @lila-lou @cheynovak who have inspired me! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I have many more BUT I can’t remember all of them. Oh and also @pink-sparkly-witch !

That feeling tho when you find that fic writer that just absolutely fucking

understands the characters to their core

writes so well they–just so–they just—their writing is—-THEY WRITE GOOD

shatters your bad mood with a new update

writes a fic that you can read over again and still clutch at your heart like HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE–I LOVE THIS FIC

writes a scene that has you all giddy in public and that one random stranger asks you like “ooo you are smiling :) :) is that a boy :) you are talking to :)” and you’re like “no I’m reading a Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU, please leave”

understands and portrays the characters better than the people who make MOVIES with those characters

amazing. just amazing. fic writers are awesome

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@jackles010378 I have a bingo square for pool/billiards soooooooo I can use that gif 😜😜😜😜

Dean Winchester every day -- 212/326

Supernatural 10x17//Inside Man

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤...𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 ❤️

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Jensen Ackles

Summary: Reader (Y/N) and Jensen have an argument about his busy career. After some time apart, Jensen returns on Valentine’s Day, apologizing and making up with her in a heartfelt, romantic way.

Inspired by the song: Come Back…Be Here (Taylor’s Version) *Bold/Italic text - song lyrics*

Pre-AN: this fills the square for my @jacklesversebingo square “Come Back…Be Here by Taylor Swift.”

Warnings: arguments/angst, light smut.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I sat on the edge of the bed, my arms crossed over my chest, fighting back tears. It wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation, but this time felt different. Worse.

“I don’t understand, Jensen. You promised me you’d be here for my birthday. You said things would be different this time.” I said with anger and frustration in my eyes.

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “I know, baby. But I have to go. I’ve got commitments.”

“There are always commitments,” I snapped, my voice cracking with frustration. “Every time you leave, I’m left alone, wondering when you’ll come back. I feel like I’m losing you. I don’t wanna need you this way…”

He took a step toward me, his eyes softening, but I pulled away, not ready for his comfort. “You’re not losing me, sweetheart. You know how much I love you.”

I shook my head, the pain in my chest too overwhelming to push down anymore. “You say that, but you keep choosing your career over me. Over us. It feels like I’m not even a priority anymore.”

His face hardened at my words, and I could see the frustration building behind his eyes. “That’s not fair. I’m doing this for us. To build a future together.”

“Maybe… maybe we need a break,” I whispered, feeling my heart shatter with the suggestion. I didn’t want a break, but I couldn’t keep feeling like I was being left behind.

Jensen’s face contorted with hurt and disbelief. “A break? You’re really suggesting that?”

Tears welled in my eyes, but I held them back, my voice shaking. “I can’t do this anymore, Jensen. I feel like I’m watching you drift away from me, our relationship hasn’t been the same…and it’s killing me.”

He stepped closer, his tone harsher now. “So that’s it? You’re just giving up?”

“I’m not giving up! But I’m tired of being the one waiting around, wondering when I’ll get to see you again. You don’t understand how lonely it gets.”

“Of course I understand,” he snapped, running his hands through his hair again. “You think I want to be away from you? I hate it just as much.”

“Then why does it keep happening?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jensen stared at me, his jaw clenched, and without another word, he turned and walked out the door. The slam of it echoed through the empty room, and I crumpled onto the bed, my heart breaking.

This is when the feeling sinks in.

I don’t wanna miss you like this

Come Back…Be Here

𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The week away from Y/N was hell. Every minute I spent on set, I was thinking about her—how hurt she was, how I let her down. The fight played on repeat in my head, her words digging deeper into me with each memory.

She wasn’t wrong. I had been gone a lot, and it was killing me too. I thought I was doing the right thing, working hard for our future, but I hadn’t realized how much it was hurting her—hurting us.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. Filming could wait. I needed to see her, to fix things, to tell her how much she meant to me.

So, a week later, on Valentine’s Day, I found myself at our front door with a massive bouquet of sunflowers and a heart-shaped box of chocolates in my hands. My heart pounded in my chest as I unlocked the door and stepped inside, the smell of home instantly calming my nerves.

Y/N was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching The Golden Girls—her comfort show. Seeing her like that made my heart ache. She looked so small, so sad, and it was all because of me.

She didn’t even notice me at first, too wrapped up in her thoughts. I set the flowers down on the table and walked over to her, kneeling between her legs. When she finally looked down and saw me, her eyes widened with surprise.

“Jensen?” she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief. “You’re back… but you weren’t supposed to be home yet.”

“I couldn’t stay away,” I murmured, my hands resting on her thighs. “I missed you too damn much.”

Her lip quivered, and I could see the walls she’d built around her heart, the ones I’d put there, slowly starting to crumble. “But… we had that fight. I thought…”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips, then her cheek. Damn, I miss the way she feels. “I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have left like that. I should’ve listened. Please, Y/N… please forgive me.”

I kissed her neck, slowly trailing down her skin, leaving soft love marks, claiming her as mine. “Babygirl, please… I need you. I can’t lose you.”

She let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in my hair as I continued my kisses. I needed to show her how much I loved her, how much I wanted her. She had to know she was my everything.

“I love you,” I whispered against her skin, pulling her closer to me. “Let me make it up to you.”

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I couldn’t resist him. Not when he looked at me like that, his eyes full of love and desperation, his hands touching me like he was afraid I’d slip away. The tension between us, the hurt and the love, it all collided in that moment.

His kisses grew more intense, more passionate, as he picked me up effortlessly and carried me to the bedroom. My heart pounded in my chest, every touch of his lips, every whisper of his words, melting the anger and sadness I had been holding onto for the past week.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered as he laid me down on the bed, hovering over me. His hands traced my curves, his lips finding mine in a heated kiss. “You’re mine, Y/N. Always.”

I whimpered against his lips, feeling every bit of his desire and need for me. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me—it was overwhelming in the best way possible.

“Say it again,” I whispered, my hands sliding up his chest. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, babygirl. Always yours,” he growled softly, his breath hot against my neck as he kissed me there, leaving more marks. “And you’re mine.”

The next few hours were a blur of tangled sheets, whispered promises, and soft gasps. He made love to me like it was the last time, like he couldn’t get enough of me—and I didn’t want it to end.

𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The next morning, I woke up with Y/N in my arms, her soft breathing the only sound in the room. I kissed the top of her head, holding her close, not wanting to let go.

It wasn’t her birthday anymore, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make it up to her. I had plans—small, intimate things, just for the two of us.

“Happy late birthday, baby,” I whispered as she stirred, her sleepy eyes meeting mine.

She smiled softly, her hand resting on my chest. “You didn’t forget?”

“Never.” I kissed her lips, slow and sweet. “I love you, Y/N. And I’m not going anywhere.”

We spent the day together, making up for lost time. It wasn’t about the gifts or the flowers, though those were important. It was about us—being together, healing the wounds, and finding our way back to each other.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 💚

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I’m so excited to be taking part in @jacklesversebingo! This is my first time doing something like this, and it’s going to be a fun new challenge! Some stories will be short, others might be multi-part, but I hope you enjoy everything I share!

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Come Back…Be Here (Jensen x Reader)

Cue the Tension (Dean x Reader)✩✩

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One-Shots

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