#JaredXReader

[charlesleclerc2003]

All I want! Jared X Reader (Jensen X Reader)

Summary: After the sudden death of your husband, his best friend helps you through the grief.

Warnings: Death of a major character, suicidal thoughts, depression.

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't written anything in a while, my life has been hectic recently, but hopefully I'll be posting more often now things have calmed down.

My Masterlist

If you ever want a request my inbox is always open. I will try and get any done as soon as possible. Always looking for more inspiration, hopefully you guys can help.

‐‐--------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were sat at your desk, flicking through your emails when your phone rang. You happily picked it up since your husband usually called you after he finished filming a scene

You had met your husband, Jared after being a guest star it one of the episodes for his show Supernatural. You two had immediately hit it off and he had asked you out. You had been dating from two years even whilst you lived in the uk and he was filming in Vancouver, when he asked you to marry him.

He made it extremely romantic and not long after you found out you were pregnant with your first child. You moved out to the states to live with him. That was when you met Jensen, his best friend and co-star in Supernatural. Little did you know how much he would help you in the coming months.

After your first child was born Jared, regrettably, went back to work with Jensen. He didn't want to leave you so soon after giving birth but both you and Jensen assured him that everything would be okay, and that you had Jensen's wife Daneel to help you if you needed it.

He made sure to call you whenever he wasn't filming just to check in on you and your son, Ash. It became a habit and he calls you every day just to check in whilst he's away.

You found out you were pregnant again shortly after the boys started filming season 10. Jared was so happy, and all the crew threw him a party to celebrate.

It was that night that you got the call you were never hoping to receive. Your phone rang at 2 in the morning waking you and your sleeping toddler.

Answering it, you didn't even look at the caller ID.

You didn't recognise the voice on the other end. Then your heart dropped, "I'm afraid to say your husband has been in a road traffic collision."

"Is he okay?" You question.

There is silence on the other end before they say "I'm very sorry for your loss Mrs Padalecki."

Your phone drops from your hand and you let out a few quiet no's.

You start to shake and sob uncontrollably.

You hear footsteps coming up the stairs before Daneel rushes in, engulfing you in a hug and letting you scream and cry on her shoulder.

The sound of your toddler screaming breaks through, and you reach for him. You pull him onto your lap and cry into his long hair. He is an exact copy of Jared.

You look up at Daneel, and her heart breaks for you, "it's gonna be okay." She says giving both of you a hug.

"He's gone." You whisper, Dani, barely able to hear you.

The next few days were blurry, everything happened so quickly.

You all flew out to vancouver, Jensen met you all at the airport. As soon as he saw you he hugged you tight. You broke down again.

"It's gonna be okay." He mumbled into your hair.

Your hand immediately went to your stomach where your unborn baby girl was certainly very active.

You had the funeral back in Texas, and Jensen didn't want to leave you on your own, so they invited you to stay at theirs. You could stomach staying in your own home. Everything of his was still there.

You found you really struggled with day to day things, even seeing your son shattered your heart. He looked so much like Jared, your heart couldn't take it.

One night, it got too much. You found your self in the bathroom surrounded by pills. You didn't want to do it but your heart couldn't take it anymore.

You sent a quick text to Jensen, 'Im sorry'

A few seconds later your phone rang. You answered put it on speaker and laid it down on the floor.

"Y/N, are you there? What's with the text? Are you okay?"

You burst into tears, and you hear rustling and voices on the other end of the phone.

"It's okay stay on the phone with me, me and Dani are coming round. Where are you sweetheart?"

You manage to croak out "Bathroom, upstairs."

You hear the door unlock, all of a sudden glad they had a spare key to your room. The bathroom door opens and what Jensen sees breaks his heart.

He crouches down and pulls you into a hig whilst Dani gets rid of the pills.

He pulls away, his hands still on your shoulders, and looks you in the eyes.

"I need you to be honest with me, have you taken any?" He asks as his thumb rubs your arms softly.

You start to cry again and shake your head no.

He lets out a breath, glad you hadn't done anything.

-------------------------------------------------------

A few months later, you're finally doing better. It still hurts, and it always will. But Jen and Dani have done so much to make it easier for you. You've started therapy, and you're on medication for your depression. They were even there when you went into labour with your baby girl.

You decide to name your daughter Elouise Ross Padalecki after Jensen.

Years down the line you're finally in a better place and you visit his grave every week. Telling your children stories of their father. Jensen and Misha love to tell them all the goofy things he used to do on set.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Our Girl

J2 x Reader

Word Count: 1,419

Summary: Jensen and Jared treat the reader to an exciting birthday.

Warnings: Smut (P in V, Anal sex, protected sex and unprotected sex, Oral Fem Receiving, fingering, double penetration, overstimulation, threesome.)

Masterlist

a/n: Could be a teaser for a possible J2 Series, still in the brainstorming works.

a/n#2: Originally a Birthday Girl rewrite, but just so there’s no doubles on here, and not an attempt at a Re-entry on Jen’s SPN Tell me a Story Bingo.

~

She laid between Jared and Jensen as they slept through the night. She had snuggled against Jensen, laying her head on his chest while Jared snuggled in behind her.

As the sun began to rise over the horizon, and the world slowly waking up, she tossed onto her back, Jared being long awake.

Jensen woke up, admiring the beauty he woke up to. Brushing her hair from her face. She looked so peaceful as she slept.

He realized the day as he laid there. It was her birthday. She has turned 30 today. Originally, they didn’t plan on doing anything for her birthday, she didn’t ask for anything. But Jared and Jensen wanted to treat her to a day she won’t soon forget.

He laid a gentle kiss just below her jaw, traveling down her neck. Sucking at her pulse point. Drawing out a moan from her sleepy lips.

His hand hiked up her shirt, palming her breast, pinching the hardening bud between his fingers. He was slowly pulling her out of a deep slumber, feeling her squirm under his touch in her sleepy state.

His kisses traveled down her torso, up her thigh as he worked her panties off of her. Seeing a wet streak from her heat. Making him smirk.

His kisses got higher up her thighs to her soaking mound. And he placed a kiss on her sensitive clit. Her hips jerked up at the warmth his lips offered.

The covers were pulled off over his head, seeing her darkened eyes looking back at him.

He worked her legs over his shoulders as he made himself at home and went to work. Lapping his tongue over the sensitive bud.

She threw her head back with desire as a moan escaped her throat.

He pinned her hips when they jerked again wanting more friction. His lips locked on as his tongue worked around and around her clit, building her up.

“Fuck Jay,” she moans. Her hands running through his hair, holding him in place.

She felt his thick fingers enter her aching heat; her breath hitched in the back of her throat.

His finger rubbing against her g-spot ever so gingerly, driving her nuts.

“Oh lookie here.” Jared says entering their room.

Making a B line for their bed, his lips latching on to her neck, kissing and sucking her sensitive spots. Driving her ever crazier.

She felt the heat in her belly grow, and grow with each lap of Jensen’s tongue, every thrust of his fingers, every suck of Jared’s kisses. Until it, snapped in a nuclear explosion of pleasure.

Her back arched off of the bed as she came on Jensen’s mouth. His fingers thrust slowly to a stop, and eventually once she calmed down, he pulled his mouth off of her mound, his beard soaked in her arousal.

“Happy Birthday Y/N.” He says with a dark smirk.

“I’m loving what you got planned so far.” She pants.

“I can think of something, because seeing you two like that, I gotten so hard, I want some of this.”

“Sam here.” Jensen says.

“Then why not come get it,” she says wiggling her hips.

They discard their clothes like they were on fire. And they weren’t joking at how hard they’ve gotten.

“Fuck me.” She groans at the sight of them.

“We plan on it baby.” Jared says.

She was sandwiched between the two giant Texans, Jared delivered a passionate, hungry kiss to her lips. Jensen behind her kissing the nap of her neck.

“How do you want us baby?” Jensen asked.

“I want Jared behind me, and you on top of me.”

“And do you want me in your ass, of do you think you can handle both of us in that tight little pussy of yours?” Jared asked.

“Oh god, so tempting. Let’s try both.” She smirks.

“One at a time baby.” Jensen says.

Jared hopped up to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube, Jensen taking his place on top of her, kissing her ever so passionately. Their tongues dancing across each other’s mouths. Sucking his lip, driving him crazy.

Jared settled behind her, his hands traveling down her shoulders to her back, then sliding between her cheeks. Her hips bucked into his hand; Jared smirked.

“Very impatient little birthday girl you are.” Jared says in her ear. Before kissing behind her ear, bringing her ear lobe between his teeth gently.

Pulling away slightly, he lubed up his fingers, prepping her tight hole.

The distraction was enough for Jensen to drive his cock balls deep into her core. Her jaw drops, letting a wanton moan escape from her throat.

And that distraction was enough for Jared to scissor his fingers in her hold, prepping her for him.

Pulling his fingers free, Jared slides on a condom before lubing up one more time and inches his way into her.

A low, pleasured moan escapes her lips into Jensen’s shoulder. Feeling her holes fill up with her two favorite men in her life.

“You love that feeling? Feeling how full you are of our cocks?” Jensen says lowly into her ear. Making her whine and grind her hips against them.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jensen adds.

“And I’ll even take that as, someone move.” Jared chuckles.

“Well lets not keep her waiting.” Jensen says as he pulls out before slamming back in. the sensation causing a yelp escape from her mouth.

Jared slightly pulling out, the head not even escaping from the opening, before slamming back in, his balls smacking against her.

And then they started a pace that had a rhythm when one pulls out someone thrusts in and rinse and repeat.

Y/N bounced up and down against Jared at the force of which they were delivering.

Her breathing was catching up as the coil in her abdomen built up in intensity. Each moan escaping with each breath.

“Sounds like she’s close again,” Jared growled.

“Lets give it to her.”

“God, I’m…” She moaned.

Her walls clamped down hard without warning around them, she could feel a warm, wet ooze spill inside her womb as Jensen’s thrust slow.

Her back arched off of Jared’s chest, the back of her head nuzzled in the crook of Jared’s neck as she came with a strangled wanton moan.

“Got one more left in you Stacks?”

“Damn right I do, lets see how stretched she can get.”

“Fuck me.” She pants.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get there.”

Jared slowly pulled out, he smiled proud at how stretched open she was from him.

Jensen stilled inside her as Jared guided his still hard cock to her soaking heat.

“Focus on me sweetheart, he’s gonna go slow. Just holler if you can’t take it.”

She nods against Jared. Jensen held her close giving Jared enough room to maneuver close to her so he could inch his way in.

She could feel her walls stretch to accommodate not only Jensen but now Jared, as he inched his way further in, until he was balls deep.

“What a trooper.” Jensen congratulated, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Oh god, someone start moving.” She moans.

They moved at the same time, nearly pulling out before thrusting back in.

“Oh god!” she moans.

Their pace starts slow as they worked her back up with each, full, thrust.

Her heart spiked into her throat as her coil slowly built up, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Their paced quickened as they felt their end coming to a head.

“Oh, guys,” she moans. Her legs quivering and shaking as her orgasm draws near.

“Almost,” Jensen growls.

“There,” Jared adds, as his hips buckled against her, the used condom filling up with more of his seed.

Jensen’s hips buckled and spasmed not long after Jared, spilling more into her as her walls clamped shut around them nearly milking them dry, as she came with a scream, their names on her tongue.

She saw pure white, heated pleasure as they worked her through her high. Getting them through their own.

 She woke up, to Jensen and Jared passed out, sandwiching her between them. She noticed a certain glow on them as they slept, they noticed the same glow before sleep to them.

She snuggled more into them as best as she could, feeling their release slowly oozing out of her as she adjusted herself. Smiling, content with what she did with her two loves of her life.

A birthday present she will never forget, but she does have to think of something for them.

~

Tags:

@pandazombie69​, @luci-in-trenchcoats​, @supernatural-jackles​, @becs-bunker​, @evansrogerskitten​, @akshi8278​, @jayankles​, @jeaniespiehs20​, @winchesters-favorite-girl​, @mlovesstories​

~

Copying and reposting someone else’s content is plagiarism and illegal. This work is property of supernaturallyobsessedchic. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. These works contain material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of these works may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher. An electronic reference link to the original posted work may be provided for purposes of promotion or assistance of publication by the readers discretion, if proper credits are given to the author in the re-post. 3/9/2021

[plaid-lover-bay25]

Hey, Bartender

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Summary: Sitting alone at a bar, you never thought the bartender of all people would change your life.

Words: 1986

Warnings: Drinking, flirting, anger, misunderstandings, cute fluffiness

A/N: I decided to finally finish this for Jared’s birthday. Finally got the oomph to write! Yay! 

Masterlist

  Your coworker was chatting up a cute guy at the end of the bar. Looking back down at your phone, you saw a message pop up from your best friend.

  "Go enjoy yourself. Miss you!"

  You smiled sadly at the message as you thought of the thousands of miles that separated the two of you.

  "You okay Ms.?"

  The southern drawl drew your attention quickly. The bartender from before had been replaced with a tall, scruffy, handsome man who was currently searching you over with his hazel eyes. 

  You stared for a moment before answering. “Uh, yeah. I think so.”

  He smiled. “How about another drink?”

  Looking down you realized your glass was empty. “What do you recommend?”

  "Sweet, strong, or sour?" The man smiled

  "How about just strong?"

  He nodded and took a glass from under the bar. Quickly pouring a double whiskey, he plopped two ice cubes in and handed it to you.

  You raised your brow at him in question and he gestured for you to take a sip. Smooth, strong, and just the right amount of warmth. 

  "That… is delicious." You smiled up at him as he smiled and nodded back.

  "I knew you'd like that." He winked.

  You looked down at your glass then took another swig. "That just means you're a good bartender."

  He chuckled lightly. "I hope so. I own the place."

  Eyes widening, you sat back a little. "No way."

  He nodded as he grabbed a glass for the other bartender at the opposite end of the counter. "It was in the family. My pseudo uncle left it to me after he retired. He had enough of the nightlife and went off to fish the rest of his life away."

  His sweet, endearing smile made you feel a little weak. This man was handsome and tall and way out of your league. Why was he talking to you?

  You quickly finished off your drink and sat the glass down. "I should get going."

  Rummaging through your purse to find your wallet, you looked up when you heard him clear his throat.

  "It's on the house." His smile was sweet and sincere again.

  Your jaw dropped a little before you quickly fixed your expression. "Thanks, uh, thank you. I'm gonna go now." 

  You pointed over your shoulder at the door but realized you needed to let your coworkers know you were leaving. Awkwardly walking away, you hastened to the group and quickly said goodbyes and practically ran out the door. You didn't look back so you missed the frown marring the man's lips as he watched you leave. 

  That weekend you spent your time trying to forget the bartender and his bar. You kept telling yourself that he only talked to you because it was his job to do so. Have to keep the business going, right?

  Deciding to keep your mind off of that mess, you cleaned your house from top to bottom. By Sunday afternoon, there was nothing left to clean and you finally sat down to relax. You turned on the tv and fell asleep while watching some old reruns.

  Monday morning dawned bright and early as you removed yourself from your bed. You showered quickly and threw your hair up into a bun. Applying a little makeup, you checked your reflection in the mirror before picking your outfit for the day.

  You finally made it to work, luckily a few minutes early. You put your stuff at your desk and took a seat. Suddenly, one of your coworkers appeared. 

  “You disappeared pretty quick on Friday. What happened?”

  Lucy had become your closest coworker, one you could call a friend. “Just didn’t feel like staying. I had a bunch of stuff to do on Saturday.”

  “Well. somehow, you made an impression on the bartender. He asked about you.”

  Your eyes grew bigger as you stared at her. “What?”

  Lucy nodded and smiled a little at the look on your face. “Yeah, came over shortly after you left."

  "He did?"

  "Yep, even asked where we worked." Her knowing smile grew. "I think he was very interested."

  Your head hit your hands as your elbows rested atop your thighs.

  "I would totally go for it if I were you."

  Lucy walked away as you had a small crisis in your cubicle. You forced yourself to get to work, hoping to drown out the thoughts of the bartender. By lunch time you had forgotten to worry about the man and wandered off to grab a quick bite. 

  When you got back to your desk after grabbing your pasta from the cafe down the street, you found a small bouquet of white lilies sitting at your desk in a blue vase. You looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. Looking closer, you saw the small card atop the flowers had your name on it. You plucked it from its place and opened it quickly.

      (Y/n),

        Sorry if this is weird but I wanted to apologize if

        I freaked you out on Friday. I think I came on too

        Strong. Again, sorry.

                                        Jared(bartender)

  Your mouth was hanging open. Who did this guy think he was? Why did he send you flowers?

  You couldn’t focus. The flowers sat at your desk and all you could think of was Jared. That stupid name. How dare he think he could just question where you worked and send you flowers. 

  As soon as you got close enough to time to leave, you jumped up from your chair and grabbed the flowers. Hastening your way down stairs, you got multiple compliments on the bouquet in your hands. It made you angrier. 

  You made the short walk to Jared’s bar and nearly charged at the bar. The guy behind it jumped back slightly. 

  “Is the owner here? Jared, yeah, is Jared here?” 

  The guy looked puzzled before finally answering. “Yeah, Jay’s in the back. Hold on.”

  The man disappeared behind the bar for a few minutes before finally returning with the taller man in tow. Jared looked you over and saw the flowers sitting on the bar.

  “So, you’re the scary lady that is terrorizing my employee. I’m glad you got the flowers.”

  “I wasn’t terrorizing anybody.” you growled. “And how dare you send these to me.” 

  He looked at the neat arrangement. “They were an apology.”

  “That’s not what you do to apologize to someone. Stalk them and send them flowers when they don’t even know you.”

  Jared frowned as he saw how flustered you were. “I’m sorry. I should have introduced myself the other night but I was kind of distracted by a pretty woman.”

  You rolled your eyes at him talking about another woman. “It doesn’t matter that you wanted to hook up with some random girl. Don’t be creepy.”

  You turned to leave but he stopped you. “I was talking about you.”

  Looking back, you saw the genuine look in his eyes. “What?”

  “I was distracted by you, (Y/n). I came over because you looked to be alone but then you were witty and seemed really smart and then I screwed it up. I’m sorry.”

  “You were interested in me?” your disbelief was written across your face. “Why?”

  “What do you mean, why? Your beautiful and smart and clearly not interested in doing something you don’t want to do.”

  You stared at him. “Your coworkers were getting sloshed and you moved away to the bar and sat by yourself. Had two drinks and then went home.”

  “I’m a loner kind of person.” you shrugged.

  Jared smiled. “I get it. I usually am too but I have to be outgoing here.” 

  He moved a little closer to the bar as he grabbed a pen and a napkin. “Can I make it up to you, for spooking you? Maybe take you out sometime, I mean if you want to.”

  He passed you the two objects and waited patiently. 

     Ten months later

  It was hot out but it was to be expected since it was mid July. You made your way passed the crowd and to the door. James recognized you and quickly let you through passed the line. You smiled a thanks and then crept through the crowd to the busy bar. Nick saw you out of the corner of his eye and pointed behind him. You nodded and then turned to the other side of the bar where a door lead to the back offices. Walking down the hall, you pulled a small box from your bag before reaching the last door. 

  You knocked lightly on the door before hearing an answering Come in. Opening the door, you found Jared and one of his best friends sitting at his desk. His smile grew as he took in your outfit and the box in your hands. Your shirt read “ I love my bartender” in red and had a shot glass sitting on top. 

  “Hey, birthday boy.” you greeted.

  Jared’s smile got a little brighter as he came around his desk. “Hey, beautiful. I’m loving the shirt.”

  You kissed him sweetly. “I knew you would.”

  You peered around Jared to see Jensen smiling at the two of you. “Hey, Jen.”

  “Hey, (Y/n).” he stood and gave you a hug. “I’m gonna give you two a minute. I’ll be out front.”

  Before he left he turned back. “Please don’t fuck back here.”

  Jared shoved the man out of the room with a laugh and closed the door. He quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you to him. A needier kiss was planted on your lips. “I’ve missed you.”

  You giggled. “Jay, it was only a two day trip.”

  “I know, but I missed you.” he leaned in again. You had to end the kiss before it did become something more. You promised more for later and he agreed.

  “You wanna open your present?” you shoved the small box to him. 

  “First, this one, then this one later.” he teased as he pulled at your shirt. 

  You slapped his hand away and urged him to open the box. He finally got the hint and pulled away the navy blue paper you had carefully wrapped around the box. Tossing that aside, he opened the box to reveal the picture sitting inside. He stared into the box for a good minute before he finally looked into your eyes. 

  “You didn’t.”

  “Oh, I did. I told you I had connections.” 

  The paper in the box was a contract. Your signature carefully scrawled at the bottom. “Your neon sign out front will be restored to its former glory starting on Monday.”

  Jared smiled brightly before pulling you back into his arms. “You’re amazing, did you know that?”

  “No, but you can keep telling me that all the time.”

  “How about forever?”

  You blushed at his words. “That’s a conversation for another time, Jay.”

  He nodded but didn’t release you. “Definitely a conversation I want to have.”

  You kissed his soft lips and moved your hands into his hair. “I might take some convincing.”

  He chuckled. “I can handle that.” 

  You kissed him one more time before pulling away. “Come on, time to celebrate you.”

  Jared groaned but got up. “There better not be balloons.”

  “I swear, no balloons, just people who love you.”

  You lead him back out to the bar where there was a resounding cheer as he walked through the doors. He smiled and waved at everybody for their happy wishes. Shortly after he switched into owner mode even though everyone told him he didn’t have to. You snapped a pic and posted it to your feed as you thought about your hot bartender. 

  The conversation from before creeped into your mind. The more you thought about it though, it seemed obvious what the future held for the two of you. Who would have thought that that night would have brought you such happiness?

keep me caffeinated 

tags: @impalaimagining @hetaliameow @myfand0msandm0re @justjessiehere @pinknerdpanda @grace-for-sale @goldenolaf25 @high-functioning-sociopath8 @authoressskr @waywardasfudge @cassieraider @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @drakelover78 @katymacsupernatural

[imagining-supernatural]

She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie

Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott! (377 words) Song 10 from Deluxe Edition

You ever see someone and you don’t know a thing about them except that the single most important reason for their existence is to bring bright rays of sunshine to the ever-darkening world?

That’s my girl. Y/N.

You ain’t ever seen someone so beautiful and funny and darn right perfect as she is.

Now you might think that I’m biased. I suppose I am. I am hopelessly in love with her, after all. That does lend its hand to some kind of bias. But I also know for a fact that I’m not making this up. I’m not the only person who can see her this way.

Everywhere we go, she’s the center of attention. Not on purpose. She doesn’t even notice it. But as soon as we go anywhere, people are drawn to her. They want to get to know her. They see her smile and become addicted instantly. If I ever leave her alone at a bar, even just to grab some drinks, I always return to some guy trying his luck and hoping for her number.

So, you see, I’m not just making this up. She’s special. Everyone can see it.

And I’m the lucky one she goes home with every night. It’s my lap she sits on after turning down the heartbroken bastard at the bar. It’s my hand hers fits in so perfectly when we stroll down the boardwalk. And my lips are the lucky ones that know every inch of her body.

So I can’t really blame anyone who tries to wiggle their way into her life. Hell, I was there. I was the star-struck soul at the bar blinded by her spotlight. And now I can’t take her anywhere without everyone watching. It doesn’t bother me. Maybe if she gave any sort of indication that she didn’t love me, I would mind the way guys’ eyes follow her ass when she walks away. But she’s mine, and there is no question in my mind about that.

So let the fellas at the bar puff out their chests and flash their fancy watches. Let them flirt and fish for her attention. Let them try.

Because at the end of the day it’s my bed that her sunshine bright smile is warming.

Add Yourself To My Taglist Here!

Mobile Masterlist

[ritingsandwramblings]

Omegle (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Warnings: none

Request: Idk if this is stupid or not but I randomly thought of Jared x reader where they're both bored so they go on omegle and end up being put together and they're surprised at first but then they really get to know each other more than just people who go to the same school ya know and fluff fluff fluff!

——————————————

Another Friday night at home, alone, with no plans or friends to hang out with. You scrolled through Snapchat and watched stories, seeing the parties happening right now that you weren’t cool enough to be at and seeing which friends of yours were hanging out at the moment without you. Closing out of the app you sighed and pulled your laptop into your lap, pulling up YouTube and going through your subscriptions, even though you already did that an hour ago and their were no new videos uploaded since then. You clicked through your bookmarked tabs in an effort to find something to do when you were brought to Omegle. It’s been a while since you’ve messed around on here, you’ve decided, so so start typing in tags for different artists you liked and video games you played. Grabbing your headphones and plugging them in and setting them comfortably on your ears, you clicked the start chatting button and adjusted your laptop’a camera angle and the mic on your headphones. The first person you met was a kid who looked to be about seven. You exited from talking to him, not wanting to spend your night talking to a random kid who’s parents don’t monitor their computer time enough. Another video chat was generated, and you were met with an acne-faced girl with cliche blue fringe. You saw you had an interest in All Time Low in common. The two of you chatted for a while until she left out of nowhere, leaving you to move on to another stranger. The next stranger didn’t have a face, and so the camera was panned to his fully erect dick. You clicked to exit that chat quicker that you had for anything. Hesitantly, you gave it another shot and the camera opened to a familiar face.

“Hey, do I know you?” You said immediately. The boys face twisted in confusion before lighting up slightly.

Stranger is typing...

Hey! Yeah, bio class, Mr. Whitney...

Stranger is typing...

Gimme a sec and I’ll get my mic on

He left the screen for a moment as he reached down to grab what you assumed was a pair of headphones with a mic attached. You were correct, as you watched him unplug his earbuds and replace them with the bulkier headphones, adjusting the mic angle before pressing a button on his computer before you heard the subtle static and the sound of his high pitched voice.

“Hey, can you hear me?” He asked, you confirming by giving him two thumbs up.

“Yup, Hey, it’s Jared right?”

Jared nodded, “Yeah, and your name is... Y/N?” You nodded, too enthusiastically you decided and cringed slightly. “So, no big Friday night parties or orgies you have planned?” He asks, laughing somewhat evilly afterwards.

You giggle, “Not this Friday, I’m not much of a party gal anyway, but next Friday I do have an orgy so if you planned on coming back every Friday at the same time in order to find me again, you’re out of luck,” you shrug and grin at him while he laughs again and sarcastically slaps his knee and snaps.

“Well damn, there goes that plan, guess I’ll have to just stick with seeing the back of your head in bio class every day.”

“What a shame, I know you were really looking forward to seeing me every Omegle trip and getting a break from the faceless dicks.”

“I mean your face is an upgrade after the micropenis I just ran into.” You giggle and blush slightly despite knowing it was just a simple joke, not that Jared could see your blush anyway through the crappy webcam.

“So what about you, Mr. Kleinman, no parties for you on this Friday night?” You tease back to him.

He shakes his head, “I don’t know if you know this about me, but I don’t really get invited to parties. I think it’s because they know I’ll be too wild for their middle school level parties anyway.”

“Oh I’m sure that’s the reason,” you chuckle back.

“Are you doubting that I’m a badass, hardcore, part goer!?” He speaks with mock offense.

“I don’t know, am I?” You reply with a similar mocking tone, “Now, would I do such a thing?”

“Yes, you most definitely would do such a thing!” He lets out an obnoxious laugh, “I’ll have to show you a good time someday, show you that I am a party animal.”

You smile back to him through the screen, “I think I’d like that, tiger,” you giggle, questioning where ‘tiger’ came from but rolling with it anyway. He growled and pawed with his hand in response, cringing at his own actions as you had your words. The both of your burst out in laughter afterwords, doubling over and wiping tears from your eyes.

”Man, that almost makes my calling you ‘tiger’ not cringy.“

”Oh, shush, that was still cringy.“ The two of you laugh and talk for what feels like minutes but is in actuality hours. Your conversation doesn’t stop until you notice the sky changing colors outside your window and check the time.

”Holy shit, did we talk all night? It’s like four in the morning, god I’m gonna be tired all day,“ you groan but still giggle at the fact that the two of you had a conversation about memes for the past hour.

”As much as I really would love to stay and chat,“ you say reluctantly, ”I really should get at least a couple hours of sleep before it’s too late and I have to go through my Saturday with no sleep.“ Jared face drops slightly in genuine disappointment.

”Okay, but at least give me your number, we can continue this conversation sometime.“ He’s awkward when he asks, and it’s clear that he’s making an attempt to flirt but you’re oblivious to it. You read off your number to him and he takes it down in his phone, yours dinging a moment later.

You give him a tired grin and yawn, ”Good night, Jared, or, good morning, rather.”

You both giggle, ”Good night.“ he replies and you close out of the site, shutting your laptop and placing it on your desk before crawling back into bed. You grab your phone to open the message you got from Jared, seeing it was a meme that you declared was one of your favorites earlier in the evening. You smile, adding his name to a new contact under the name Jare with a robot emoji and a blushing smiley face emoji.

[calamiitywrites]

Imagine:

Telling your boyfriend, Jared that you don’t think you can stay in a relationship with him because he pays more attention to his work than he does to you. 

[crusadedean]

Kari and Ida’s 12 Days of Christmas Challenge Masterlist

COMING SOON

Dec. 14 Jingle Bells - (Sister!Reader) Christmas Music

Dec. 15 Toasty - (Jensen x Reader) Fireplace

Dec. 16 Ice Crystals - (Cas x Reader) Snowball Fights

Dec. 17 Hustle - (Jared x Reader) Christmas Lights

Dec. 18 Have a Hexed Christmas - (Dean x Reader) Riding in a One Horse Open Sleigh

Dec. 19 Home - (Dean x Reader) Fuzzy Blankets

Dec. 20 I’ll Be Home For Christmas - (Dean x Reader) Wishing Upon A Star

Dec. 21 Again? - (Jack x Reader) Mistletoe

Dec. 22 This Christmas - (Sister!Reader) Decorating Tree/House

Dec. 23 Highway to Hell - (Dean x Reader) Driving Home For Christmas

Dec. 24 A New Tradition - (Sam x Reader) Traditions

Dec. 25 Little Things - (Dean x Reader) Opening Gifts

[sillesworldofwriting]

November Drabble 6

Drabble 37/365

From Y/N:

To Jared:

Thank you

From Jared:

To Y/N:

Not that I don’t like to be thanked, but I don’t have any idea why you’re thanking me?

From Y/N:

To Jared:

For being in my life. I had a bad day yesterday and thinking about you made it better.

From Jared:

To Y/N:

Then you’re welcome. But please don’t give me all the credit. You’re a strong person and you can conquer everything.

From Y/N:

To Jared:

You still get a hug when we see each other again.

From Jared:

To Y/N:

I’m counting on it ;)

The End

[the-awkward-writer]

My Angel

Pairing: Jared x daughter!Reader, the entire Supernatural Family

Word Count: 1.8k of pure angst

Warnings: ANGST. ALL THE FREAKING ANGST. swearing, childhood cancer, death of a major character

A/N: Holy shit am I sorry about this one. I actually cried multiple times whilst writing this. This is the fifth, and last fic for Angst Appreciation Day. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me. Also HUGE shoutout to @iputthesininbuisness. They beta’d ALL of my fics for AAD and they probably hate me.

Based off of: Angel by Sarah McLachlan

x

You were surrounded by people.

Your Uncle Jensen and Aunt Danneel and their kids. Your Uncle Misha and Aunt Vicki with their kids. Your dad. Uncle Mark and Aunt Sarah with their children.

You were surrounded by people you love.

Right now, Jensen and his friend Jason Manns were singing your favorite song from their album, Simple Man.

Tears were in everyone’s eyes including your own as you smiled softly to their melody.

Everyone knew this night wouldn’t last forever, you especially. The tumor that had originated in your brain had metastasized to virtually your entire body. It was in your lungs, and bones deeming it as irreparable.

The tumor was killing you, and you were going to die.

From the day you and your father found out that the tumor had spread, the doctors had given you three months to live.

Now, exactly three months later, you were on your last night. Everyone could feel it in the air, even the children who are usually rowdy in the presence of each other were dead silent.

The entire Supernatural family was crammed into the small hospital room. They all wanted to be with you when the time finally came, lord knows you were all there for them.

“Take your time,” Jensen breathed out. He knew this line was the worst possible thing to sing in this situation, “Don’t live too fast.”

The tears forming in Jensen‘s eyes were becoming harder and harder to conceal as the lump in his throat made it hard to sing.

He swallowed as Jason continued strumming, “Troubles will come, and they will pass.”

Misha looked from Jared, to Jensen, to you. Jared watched you intently, the love and worry clear in his eyes. He loved you more than life itself. Misha knew it would kill his best friend when your time came. Jensen sang while Jason played the guitar. It was obvious it was hard for the both of them to not break down and cry. You were laid on your back in the small hospital bed. Jared was at your right side, holding your hand. Your head was turned to the left, your eyes focused on Jensen and Jason. A small smile was playing on your lips.

It took almost all of your strength to turn your head to the side. Jared gave you a soft smile and wiped his eyes of tears.

“I love you, Daddy,” you voice cracked from your dry throat.

The tears that Jared tried to hide came flowing back tenfold, “I love you too, baby. I always will.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whispered as tears of your own came flowing down your face.

Jared scooted closer to you, a large hand falling on your bald head, “There is nothing you need to be sorry for, Y/N,” Jared said fiercely, “Nothing at all. You are everything I could’ve asked for in a daughter, you understand? I love you more than anything else,” he said.

A tear fell from the corner of your eye, and you nodded. You gave him a weak smile, “Don’t be forever alone, okay?”

Jared raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know what you mean.”

You rolled your eyes, “Find someone, dad,” you said, “You’re not getting any younger,” your voice was raspy, the strain on your vocal chords obvious. “Find yourself a hot lady friend.”

Jared huffed a laugh, “You’re insane.”

“I wonder who I got that from.”

Jared’s tears fell against your hospital gown as he leaned over and kissed your forehead.

“I don’t want to see you for years, you understand?”

The dam broke behind Jared’s eyes, “I don’t think I can wait that long.”

Your eyelids became heavy. You knew the end was drawing near. “Daddy, I‘m scared.”

“I know, honey. I know.”

“Does it hurt?”

Jared shook his head, “Quicker and easier than falling asleep.”

“You’re not Sirius Black; how do you know?”

“Because all the pain that you’re feeling now will be gone. You’ll be in your happy place. You’ll be happy.”

“But I’m happy here. I want to stay here with you guys.”

“I know, baby. But sometimes you need to let go,“ The words Jared was saying almost killed him, but his baby girl was in pain, and she needed relief.

“I love you, Daddy,” you could feel your heart rate slowing, “I love all of you guys,” you tried to say slightly louder so everyone could hear you.

Almost everyone nodded or hummed, they heard you. They know you love them, and you know they love you.

That was all you ever wanted, so you did as your father said.

You let go.

Your body shuddered as you drew in your last breath and released it.

Jared watched as your chest fell. He was waiting for it to rise again, but it never did; it never would. The long drawn out beep from your heart monitor only confirmed his worst fears.

His baby girl was dead.

He took your small, pale hand in his much larger ones, and pressed his forehead to his knuckles as sobs wracked his body.

Danneel pressed her hand to her mouth, trying to contain her own tears. She looked over to her husband to see tears flowing down his face.

Misha’s crestfallen face soon had his own tears sliding down to his chin, not stopping until they got to the collar of his shirt.

The entire room was in tears.

But no one more than Jared.

His entire body shook with the force of his cries.

The only thought running through his head was enough to send him through a downward spiral lasting for years:

My daughter is dead.

Jared sat at the first pew, just staring.

The service had been done with for over an hour, and everyone had left him alone.

He looked at the small casket, the memories flying around in his brain, burning him with nostalgia.

The first time Jared saw you, you were in a baby carrier on his front steps.

There was a piece of paper pinned to your shirt with a name and date scrawled across it.

‘Y/N Padalecki’ it said. ‘07/23/02′

Next to your carrier was a diaper bag filled with clothes, diapers, bottles, formula, and large manila envelope.

Jared took you inside his house and set the carrier down on the kitchen island.

He opened the manila envelope, pulling out its contents.

Inside there were six things.

One, your birth certificate. Two, a paternity test proving that the child in the car seat was his. Three, a picture of the baby next to a woman that Jared vaguely remembered. Four, a letter addressed to Jared. Five, a letter addressed to Y/N Padalecki. Six, signed custody papers from a courthouse in Texas.

Jared opened the letter first. The letter described the night two people met. The two people being Jared and this mystery woman. The letter told Jared that this mystery woman stole a toothpick from Jared’s trailer trashcan and used it later to prove Jared’s paternity. The letter then described the predicament the baby’s mother was in. She is a drug addict and can’t take care of a baby. She grew up in an orphanage, and didn’t want to put her child through the same things, so she dropped the baby off on Jared’s front step. The letter said that there was another letter with Y/N’s name on it, and she wanted Y/N to open it when she turned 18. It was signed by a person named Becca Wilson.

Jared looked from the white college ruled paper filled with black ink, to the sleeping baby in the car seat.

Jared could see the resemblances. You had his nose and hair. Your eyes were not yet open so he couldn’t see the color of your eyes.

Seconds later, your eyes fluttered open, and in an instant, Jared knew that he couldn’t let you go. You had his eyes.

Jared ran a hand down his face. He never regretted his decision to take you in. You were his daughter. No matter what.

Even when you were ten, and the doctor spoke those horrible words, Jared never wanted to let you go.

The doctor knocked on the door. Jared voiced a quiet “Come in.”

Your migraines were getting worse as the days wore on, so Jared finally took you to your pediatrician.

The doctor took off his glasses and rubbed his aged face with his right hand.

“Mr. Padalecki,” he said as he replaced his glasses. “Y/N has a tumor in her brain.”

Jared felt the air being punched out of his gut at those words.

His baby girl had cancer.

He held you close to his chest that night as you slept. After the doctor’s appointment, and scheduling a consultation with a pediatric oncologist, you and Jared went home to watch a marathon of cheesy movies and pig out on ice cream.

That night, as he held your small frame, he cried.

He cried and prayed to a God he’s not sure he believes in to spare your life.

You were the greatest kid Jared knew, and he wasn’t just saying that because you were his daughter.

You were kind and caring and compassionate. You were understanding of Jared’s depression and helped him get through it.

He wanted to walk you down the aisle, and threaten the boys that you brought home. He wanted to protect you for the rest of his life.

Jared buried his face in his hands. “God, Y/N,” he choked out. “I’m so sorry sweetheart. I wish I could have done more to protect you.” His voice broke and he was yet again reduced to tears.

He jumped as he felt a hand land on his back. Through tear filled eyes, he could see his best friend.

Jensen sat down next to Jared. Jared’s body shook as a sob was ripped from his body. Without a second thought, Jensen wrapped his arms around his best friend’s neck, bringing his head to his chest, “It's going to get better,” Jensen found it hard to speak around the lump in his throat. “I promise.”

Years after your death, Jared listened to your words, and found himself a hot lady friend.

Her name is Genevieve Cortese.

Well, Padalecki now.

Jared had three kids with her. Two boys and a little girl.

All throughout their childhood, Jared’s kids knew about their big sister, watching them from Heaven

And when the famous actor and generous man died of old age, you jumped happily into your father’s arms.

“I see you took my advice,” you said with a smile.

please don't kill me

tags: want to be added or removed? shoot me an ask!

Forevers:

@evyiione, @iputthesininbuisness, @mogaruke, @thatshellfiredean, @jannalionheart, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, @whit85-blog, @allofmyimagination, @ria132love, @stressedbisexualwinchester, @infinity-dreamchaser, @not-impala, @bluedefundead, @bluecookiesandbooks

Jared Tag List:

this is open! shoot me an ask to be added!

Additional Tags:

@faifre123

[supernaturalmistress]

Piece by Piece

Paring: Jared x Reader

Summary: Based off of Kelly Clarksons song

Piece by Piece (look guys, I know the story doesn’t really go with the concept of the song but I decided to put my own twist on it because, why the hell not?) Enjoy! Leave feedback, reblog and like my dudes!<3

Warnings: Very sad but then fluffy ending, you might cry, fluffy fluff fluff.:)

You were 7 months pregnant with your ex-boyfriends child. You were very excited to have a beautiful baby girl be born and in this world with you. But as soon as you announced you were pregnant to your ex, he bolted. Gone. After he told you he didn’t want a kid and denied he was the father, it took you awhile to fathom, but being a singer with this lifestyle you only had yourself to trust. And this song was to show him, after everything he put you through, you were still strong.

After your time on the set of supernatural as a guest star, you left for the next year after you found out you were pregnant. You stayed in touch with the cast, especially Jared. He even visited you a couple times, to check up on you. You don’t know if it was the hormones, but you eventually fell in love with the tall handsome devil.

You had invited them to your release party that you were performing at. You had just came our with your new hit Piece by Piece, that you intentionally wrote to your ex but more importantly Jared, hoping he would notice, and your release party was huge. All of your friends came. But the first head you noticed above all the others was Jareds.

“Y/N, you look so…beautiful.” he said as he hugged you. You lingered the hug, and luckily if it wasn’t for Jensen and Daneel coming up behind him, you probably would’ve stayed there forever.

“Oh, sorry um..thank you.” you gave him your best smile that your red lipstick showed off really well.

Daneel hugged you tight “Oh my goodness Y/N, it seems like it’s been forever since we saw you. You look so amazing girl.”

“Thank you love, I know it’s been to long.” Jensen hugged you as well and whispered “talk to him.” You seemed very confused but as soon as his eyes traveled to Jared, you knew what he was talking about. Before you could say anything, your manager called you up to the stage to perform. You waved at the three, all wishing you good luck.

You stepped on stage as the crowd cheered. The entire time you felt nervous about performing. But as soon as your eyes met Jareds, it all went away. The pain, the nervousness. Just everything. As the song started, your black dress sparkled as the spotlight hit you.

And all I remember is your back Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past

As you got more into the song, you noticed something in Jareds eyes. Almost as if he felt his pain for you. He knew what you had been through and he was there every step of the way to help you. And you couldn’t thank him enough, but you couldn’t help but start to tear up when you saw a single tear stream down his face.

Piece by piece I fell far from the tree

I will never leave her like you left me

And she will never have to wonder her worth

Because unlike you I’m going to put her first

And you know

You never left Jareds face, as if he was the only one there and you were singing to only him. Soon his face had a sudden realization on it, which scared you completely. Your voice began to break when you got deeper into the song, Jared noticing with worry spread across his face. You backed away from the mic a moment to compose yourself then continued.

He’ll never walk away,

He’ll never break her heart

He’ll take care of things,

He’ll love her

And piece by piece he’ll restore my faith

That a man can be kind and a father should be great

As you came to the end, the crowd let out a huge roar. You knowing that your parents, closest friends and the man you loved the most were all there to support you, made you feel safe.

Jared was at the end of the stage stairs to help you down, he held your hand and you stepped down. You wiped the tears from your face, and smiled to look up to Jared.

“Y/N, you ok?” He he seemed very concerned.

“Yeah, I’m good, I just uh-I just need a minute. Excuse me.” You pushed your way to your room, went in and went to the bed. You sat at the edge and put your hands to your face. You cried at the thought of know that your child would have to come into this world, without knowing her father and worse of all, ending up finding out her father left her.

You heard soft knocks on you door and you quickly stood up.

“Y/N, you ok?” You heard Jareds soft voice on the other side of the door. He tried jiggling the handle but the lock wouldn’t let him in. “Yeah, I’m alright Jared, thanks. I’ll be out in a sec.” You regained your energy and posture and made your way to the door. When you opened it you were immediately warmed by Jareds soft simle. You didn’t know what to say, but he understood and all he did was hug you.

He held you tightly not wanting to let go. You cuddled into his bear hug and took him all in. After what seemed like forever you looked up at him and smiled. You kissed his cheek and walked towards the door. But before you could, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him and kissed you. For a very long time, a kiss that was only in the movies, that kiss that promised two people forever. The kiss you’ve been wanting forever and now you finally got it. He pulled back and just admired your features.

“What was that for?” You chuckled.

“Nothing, I’ve just been wanting to do that for a very long time.”

You gave him a another quick kiss and said “So, I’m guessing you knew who that song was about?”

He nodded “Y/N, I uh actually wanted to ask, if I could um, have the honor of playing a role in her life. I want her to know that someone will always be here for her, as a father that is.” He said rubbing your belly in circles. You held him close as you cried on his shoulder.

You cried and laughed at the same time.

“I couldn’t ask for anything better.

[charlesleclerc2003]

I’m Never Leaving You (Jared X Daughter!Reader

Imagine having a nightmare and Jared calming you down after.

Pairing: Jared X Daughter!Reader

Y/N = Your Name

Y/BF/N =Your best friends name

Warnings! Nightmare, blood, graphic description of death, crying reader, soft Jared, comforting Jared, scared reader. I think that’s it.

You shot up in bed, your breathing heavy and sweat dripping down your neck. This was the fifth night in a row you’ve been woken by a nightmare. They were always the same, losing everyone you love. Getting up you stumble to the bathroom and splash cold water on your face.

Tip-toeing into Tom’s room, you let out a breath of relief. Tucking his duvet around him you gave him a quick kiss to his forehead and snuck out, careful not to wake him. You did the same with Shep and Odette, before walking downstairs. Grabbing a bottle of water form the fridge you walked into the TV room and sat down. Staring at the blank screen your mind drifted back to your dreams. Red, red everywhere, covering your hands, your hands, your clothes, it was even in your hair. There was no escaping it. 

“Hey Y/N!” A voice whisper yelled, breaking you out of your thoughts. Opening your eyes, Jared was knelt in front of you.

“Hey Dad,” You said, running a hand though your hair and sitting back. 

“Hey, what you doing up this early? It’s two in the morning.” You glanced up at the clock, realising he was right.

“Couldn’t sleep.” 

“Try again,” Jared said sitting next to you. “This is the fifth night I’ve found you down here staring at nothing. I know I’m away a lot, but you can tell me anything. You know that right?”

You nodded as tears filled your eyes. “It’s nightmares, same every night.”

“Sweetheart, it’s alright.” Jared soothed, pulling you into his arms. 

“Dad, I’m scared.” You whispered into his shoulder.

“What you scared of baby?” He asked, resting his chin on your head.

“Losing you, losing everyone.” 

“Hey, look at me,” Jared pulled your head out of his shoulder to look into your eyes. “I’m right here, I’m never gonna leave you. Neither is your mom or siblings. We’re always gonna be here. You’re stuck with us.” He said, chuckling at the end. A small laugh squeezed it’s way past your lips. “Is that why you cant sleep?” Nodding, you curled into his side.

“Wanna talk about it?” You shrugged, pulling Jared’s arms back around your shoulders. “It’ll help, make them stop.” He reasoned. 

Thinking it over you softly nodded. “Can I stay here though. You make me feel calm.” 

“Of course baby.” 

Taking a deep breath you brought the nightmares to the forefront of your mind.

“They always start the same, I come home and you’re all missing. The first night it was Y/BF/N. I walked in and they were,” You took a shuddering breath and continued. “They were dead. B-blood everywhere, I’d look down and my hands were covered in blood.” A tear slipped down your cheek and dropped onto Jared’s shirt. 

“The second night, that was Misha and his family. Exactly the same, blood on my hands a-and their eyes staring me blankly in the face. Then the same with Jensen and his family. Last night was y-you and mom a-and Tom, Shep and Odette. Why wont they leave me alone?” You finally let it all out and crumbled, soaking Jared’s shoulder with tears.

Jared just let you cry, holding you tight to him, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back.

“I had another tonight, everyone was dead on the floor and t-there was a k-knife in my hands. I k-killed you all.” Once you finally let it all out in the open it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your chest, and you sucked in a lungful of air. 

Jared was mortified, when a idea popped into his head. Taking your hand he placed it over his heart. “You feel that?” You nodded. “ That’s me I’m here, alive and kicking. It was just a nightmare, that’s all it was, a dream.” Sucking in another lungful of air you slumped back against his chest. Picking up his phone he called Y/BF/N. 

“Hey Mr Padalecki.” They answered. 

“Hey could you do me a favour?” 

“Sure.”

“Could you speak to Y/N for me, she had a nightmare and she’s kinda shaken up.” Jared asked, placing a hand on your head. 

“Yeah, is she with you?” 

“Yeah, you’re on speaker.” 

“You there Y/N?”

“Y-yeah.” You breathed. Hearing their voice it settled your racing mind a little.

“You okay?” 

“I am now.” You sighed.

“Thanks Y/BF/N. Try and get to sleep now, sorry for waking you.”  Jared apologized, hanging up.

“ See they’re alive and well. Lets call Misha, hey?” he suggested, pulling up Misha’s contact.

“Hey man, everything okay?” Misha asked, sleep evident in his voice.

“Not really, Y/N had a really bad nightmare and I wanted to show her you, Vicky and the kids are okay.” Jared replied.

“Alright switch to facetime.” 

The sleepy face of Misha filled the screen as he answered Jared’s facetime call. Relief filled your body seeing he was unhurt. Misha quickly showed you Vicky lead next to him and West and Maison in their own rooms.

“See, they’re all safe baby. Thanks Misha.” Jared said, hanging up. Allowing Misha to go back to sleep. With every passing second you were getting sleepier, but you couldn’t fall asleep without knowing Jensen was okay. Jared did the same with Jensen finally putting your mind at ease.

“You alright now baby girl?” Jared asked, pulling a blanket over the two of you.

Nodding you let your eyes close and fell into a peaceful sleep. You slept through the rest of the morning.

You were woken by Jared’s chest rumbling under yours. 

“She had a bad dream and came down here. It was really bad Gen, she couldn’t sleep until she knew everyone was safe.” 

“She got some sleep after though I presume.” Your mom said.

“Yeah, she’s been out cold since.” Jared replied, smoothing down some of your hair. You let out a loud content sigh, before opening your eyes with a smile on your face. 

“Hi, sleeping beauty. Sleep alright?” Gen asked, sitting next to you and Jared. 

“Yeah, thanks Dad.” You replied, hugging Jared. 

“You’re welcome sweetheart. I’m Never Leaving You.” 

@hybrid-in-progress​  @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms​ 

[sillesworldofwriting-mainblog]

If I Never Knew You

Title: If I Never Knew You

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: One-Shot

Words: 1315

Author: Sille

AO3

Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hoZoBsZRtE

Pairing: JaredxReader

Notes/Warnings: Angst. So much angst. You have been warned.

Summary: You have doubts about your relationship with Jared. He helps you to chase them away.

Author's Note: So this kind of came... out of nowhere. I wanted to write a bit on Favour and started a Disney Song Playlist. The first song that came on was "If I never knew you" from Pocahontas. It inspired me to write this little One-Shot. I couldn't write anything else. So I hope you like it.And also still searching for a Beta!

The flat was dark when you came home from a long day at work. Nothing knew but you kind of wished that Jared would be home already. You missed him. And filming only started three weeks ago. It was just so hard to be separated from him. You got used to his presence during the hiatus and wished that he didn’t have to go back.

“Nothing to be done. At least he will be home for the weekend,” you said to the room as you put your bag down and hang up your jacket. Knowing that didn’t make it any easier though. Jared would only be home for the next two days. Not much time for you two to spend together but you would try to use it as best as you could.

You sighed and rolled your shoulders. Today was not a good day. The work was hard. You knew working as a barrister would not be easy but you loved your job. So much that you even saved money for your own café. It was always your dream to have one of your own. Until then you were stuck working at a small cafe´in the city.

Today was not only busy day but to make matters worse a couple of Jared’s fans were your customers this afternoon. At first it wasn’t so bad. They talked about the recent videos of him from the San Diego Comic Con last weekend. You actually had to suppress a smirk as you heard how they swooned about him, a proud feeling making itself known in your chest. But after a while, one of the girls seemed to recognize you as his girlfriend and began talking.

It became hard to work after that. You couldn’t believe what they were saying about you and your relationship with Jared. They didn’t even try to whisper. They talked deliberately loud so you would hear them.

“Can you believe that someone like that is Jared’s girlfriend?”

“I don’t know what he sees in her.”

“Just look at her. They don’t fit together at all.”

“He should dump her if you asked me.”

These were not even the worst things they said. But you were stuck serving them and couldn’t they anything. The customer comes first. As always.

You shook your head. No time to dwell on these girls. They don’t know you or anything about your relationship with Jared. You tried to tell yourself that at least. The thoughts were stuck in your head and you couldn't get them out. These fans just voiced out loud what you asked yourself for the whole year you were dating him. Why did he choose a simple girl like you? A nobody?

You weren’t able to lose the negative thoughts for the rest of the evening. Preparing dinner didn’t help as was the Disney playlist you listen to on Youtube. Nothing was able to chase away the idea that you were not good enough for Jared. That he would better off with anybody else. You weren’t even able to eat your meal because you lost your appetite. You just pushed the food around on your plate.

After a while, you gave up on eating altogether and left the dishes on the kitchen table. Hugging yourself you sat down on the couch in the living room, only turning the floor lamp on. Still thinking about the girls and the comments they made about you, you didn’t notice the few tears that were running down your cheeks. Why was Jared together with you? What was in it for him?

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the front door open or close. You only came aware of the other person in the flat as a pair of strong arms came up behind you and hugged you.

“Hey, babe”, you heard Jared’s voice near your ear.

“Jared,” you croaked and cleared your throat. “You were supposed to come home tomorrow.” You winced mentally. Jared could absolutely hear that you have been crying. Your voice didn’t hide anything even though you tried.

“Babe?”, he asked. “Is something wrong?”

You opened your mouth to answer but the words got stuck in your throat. So you settled for shaking your head. At least he was not able to see your voice.

“Y/N. Talk to me? Please?” Jared urged you but you just shook your head again. His arms loosened their hold so he could step around the couch and kneel before you. You tried to wipe your tears away before he faced you but it was of no use. He already knew you were crying.

His hands came up to frame your voice. “Y/N. What happened? Why were you crying?” he promoted you again with a soft voice.

Knew tears spilled over your cheeks as you saw the concern in his eyes. He was just too good for you. What were your doing by being with him? A sobbed escaped your mouth.

“Hey, hey.” Jared tried to soothe you as he pulled you into a hug without getting up from the floor. “It’s okay. I’m here. It’s going to be okay.”

You sobbed into his shoulder and held on tight. Even though you knew you didn’t deserve him you still weren’t able to pull back from his comfort.

After a few minutes, you were able to calm down again and moved away a bit. Jared framed your face again. “Will you tell me know what happened?” You closed your eyes at his question.

“There were some girls at the cafè today. Some fans of yours,” you began, unable to lie to him. “They talked about me and our relationship and…. Why are you with me, Jared?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you together with me? You could do so much better and…”

“Hey, stop right there!” He brought your face closer to his. “Did these girls talk shit about our relationship?”

You just nodded not able to say anything with his face so close to yours.

“I’m with you because I love you. You brighten my life every day since I met you. I can’t do better. I don’t want to do better because I already have the best girlfriend I could ever have.” he explained. “You need to believe that. You need to believe in us.”

You couldn't say anything. Still in doubt about your worth in Jared’s life. He saw the self-loathing in your eyes and without saying anything he got up and moved to your laptop. The Disney Playlist was still on. He cut the music as he searched for a specific song. You were able to identify it in the first few seconds. It was one of your favorites after all.

Jared came back to you and held out his hand for you to take. “Let me show you?” he begged. You took his hand with hesitation. Helping you up and pulling you close he moved you both to the middle of the room.

“If I never knew you…” he sang softly into your hair as he swayed you to the music.

“Jared,” you started but he interrupted you.

“Shush… let me show you.”

He pressed your head to his chest. You were able to hear his breath as he began to sing again. Tears came to your eyes again and run down your cheeks. A warm feeling made its way from your heart through our whole body. It was a good feeling. It chased all the negative ones away.

You danced the whole song and only stopped when the next one started. Jared gave you a kiss on your hair before he pulled away.

“Believe me know?” he asked smiling.

You were only able to return it. Standing on your toes, you placed a light kiss on his lips.

“Yes. Thank you, Jared. I love you too.”

The end.

Forever Taggys: @emptywithout

If you want to be tagged in future stories tag yourself here

[aubreyreadsstuff]

Okay, girl?? You didn't have to go so hard with this. Tearing my heart out like that? It's just plain rude. That precious man should never cry! And now you've gone and made him cry and made ME cry and what the hell?? This is just so brokenly beautiful (And I don't care if brokenly isn't a word because it is now)

Love Her

Pairing: Jared x Reader Warnings: Angst Word Count: 700 A/N: An idea I never thought i’d bring to life. I’ve never written Jared before, this was kind of a shot in the dark but I didn’t think Jensen would fit. I’m not tagging anyone, It’s just a lil drabble. Enjoy and tell me what you think :)

No hate intended towards Gen or their little familt, I love them to bits, this is fiction.

“Uh…” Jared is awkwardly looking into the screen, smiling a forced smile and waving. “Hey everyone,” he nods and sniffs. “How’re y’all doin’ today?” He glances behind the screen.

“I’m, uh…” He rubs a hand down his face and sighs. “I have some bad news, unfortunately.” He nods and swallows. “Y/n and I…” He squints at the screen, reading briefly the rapid-fire active chat of people greeting him with hearts and caps and emojis. “For those of you that don’t know Y/n Y/l/n’s my girl- was, Y/n was my girlfriend.” He sniffs again and offers the camera a smile that looks strained.

Keep reading

[imagining-supernatural]

Staying Motivated

Summary: A fan at a convention asks how you stay motivated in your school work while working on the show

Word Count: 941

Warnings: Just J2 being J2

A/N: I’ve been hardcore struggling this semester, so I decided to write myself some words of inspiration.

A/N.2: In honor of the test I have tomorrow and the fact that my best friend has been so stressed because of school that I literally had to force her to let me buy her food tonight, you all get this oneshot! 2 new drabbles in 2 days!? What!?!

Version en Español: Sigue Motivado

“My question is for Y/N. I was wondering—”

“You’ve gotten the last three questions!” Jensen complained playfully.

Jared raised his mic to his mouth and you smiled apologetically at the nervous girl who was waiting to ask her question. But, really, everyone should be used to these guys by now.

“Yeah, what’s with that?” Jared scoffed and tossed his hair over his shoulder in a diva-move straight from a high school drama movie. “I’m the star of the show.”

“You?” Jensen laughed. “Please, everyone is here to see me. I’m Dean Fucking Winchester. That’s the only reason anyone watches the damn show.”

That earned him a laugh from the crowd, but you quickly butted in. “Boys, put away your dicks because we all know who really runs the place.”

The laughter quickly turned to cheering when you pointed at yourself. Jared and Jensen started sputtering and trying to shut the crowd up, but there was no way you were going to let go of the power that quickly. You stood from your stool and channeled your inner Beyoncé.

“Who run the world?” Then you held your mic out to the audience and they shouted, “Girls!”

You made it nearly to the first verse of the song before Jensen wrestled your mic away from you and pointed accusingly at the audience. “I thought you all were on my side!”

Snatching your mic back from Jensen, you smiled over-sweetly at him. “We like to make you believe you’re in charge. Makes it easier to deal with you.”

He tried keeping a straight face, but then he broke down and laughed. With his arm around your shoulders, he guided you back to your stools. As soon as you were seated, you turned your attention back to the fan who was still waiting to ask her question. “Sorry about that, sweetheart. What was your question?”

“Sweetheart?” Jensen gasped. “That’s my thing!”

“Shut up,” you said offhandedly to him before giving the fan your full attention. “Go on.”

She giggled nervously and hid her face in her hand for a second before gathering her courage. “I’m a student at LSU, and I read in an interview you did that you’re going to school while you’re working on Supernatural. I was just wondering how you balance that and still have the motivation to read all those textbooks and study. I can barely do it and I just have a part time job!”

A sympathetic laugh fell from your lips as you contemplated your answer. “I hope you aren’t looking for some magic solution to doing well in school because I have no answer for that. All I can tell you is that it’s hard. Especially with these two around,” you motioned to Jensen and Jared. “I’ll be studying in my trailer when I have a few hours before my next scene and one of them will burst in and I nearly have to call security to get them out so I can focus!”

“She actually did one time,” Jared mentioned. “She texted Clif and had him drag me out of her trailer.”

“But as for how I do it… I don’t know. I just really like learning. I love the challenge, and feedback from my professors. I find everything and anything interesting.”

This time it was Jensen who butted in. “She’s one of those nerds who has, like, four associate’s degrees already.”

“Five, actually,” you corrected, reveling in the applause from the audience.

“I guess I would just say that you have to get excited about school. Don’t just study what is going to be on the test. You have to actually study the subject. If you’re studying and you see something that the professor said wasn’t going to be on the test, but it looks interesting, look it up. Go talk to your professor about it. Doing well on tests is important, but liking your classes is even more important.”

“And if that fails,” Jensen said, “Just think about a few years down the road when you can intimidate everyone with how smart you are. Talking to Y/N is great, but when she starts talking to someone else about geology or finance or politics, I just watch in awe. She can literally talk to anyone about anything and not be out of place.”

“Funny you should mention that… I actually went to school just so I could do that. I loved games like Trivial Pursuit as a kid. I would memorize all of those cards so I could whip out unusual tidbits on anything in common conversation. I was, and still am, a giant nerd like that but it’s so much fun.”

You could go on and on about learning, but since this was a panel, you had to wrap it up.

“So that’s what I mean by studying the subject, not the test. It’s easier to get excited to read a textbook if you think about how this information could one day be used when you find yourself in an elevator with one of the leading geologists in the country. You sound smart and your friend just stands next to you with a blank look on his face.”

“Just to clarify,” Jared jumped in. You hadn’t mentioned him by name, but your teasing apparently struck a nerve. “They weren’t just talking about rocks. They were talking about the geological impact some earthquake from millions of years ago had on the ocean life today. It was crazy.”

“It was fun.” You looked back at the fan. “Hope that helps you. And good luck with school. Don’t forget to have some fun between work and classes.”

Add Yourself To My Taglist Here!

Mobile Masterlist

[calamiitywrites]

Imagine:

Getting into a fight with Jared, and instead of you being serious and listening to him, you start acting petty. So he has to remind you which one of you is more dominant than the other. 

[sorenmarie87]

I needed some Jared fluff 😍. And this was lovely.

Hey, Bartender

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Summary: Sitting alone at a bar, you never thought the bartender of all people would change your life.

Words: 1986

Warnings: Drinking, flirting, anger, misunderstandings, cute fluffiness

A/N: I decided to finally finish this for Jared’s birthday. Finally got the oomph to write! Yay! 

Masterlist

  Your coworker was chatting up a cute guy at the end of the bar. Looking back down at your phone, you saw a message pop up from your best friend.

  "Go enjoy yourself. Miss you!“

  You smiled sadly at the message as you thought of the thousands of miles that separated the two of you.

  "You okay Ms.?”

  The southern drawl drew your attention quickly. The bartender from before had been replaced with a tall, scruffy, handsome man who was currently searching you over with his hazel eyes. 

  You stared for a moment before answering. “Uh, yeah. I think so.”

Keep reading