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jawritter · 5 years ago

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Broken Me...

Ch. 6

Summery: The Dallas Convention couldn't have come at a worse time for Jensen. His world fell apart earlier that morning, but was expected to just act like everything was normal. You and a friend were at the convention for her birthday. Life hasn't been that great for you either, but a forced meeting on stage changes two worlds. Will you be able to put this broken man back together again...

Series Warings: Cheating, shitty marriage, Danneel is a bitch, I unfortunately have to put that as a warning because some people tend to get turnt up about it if you don’t... Smut, Crying, Suiside Attempt, brief discription of suicide attempt and recovery, depression, hints of self loathing, language. I think that’s it... Suicide Trigger warnings will be placed over each chapter!

Chapter Warnings: None really, some angst maybe? Language is a given..

Word Count: 2969

A/N: BINGE READ TIME!! As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is gold!! Hope you all enjoy this one!!

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Jensen POV:

Jensen absent-mindedly stepped out of the shower, his mind was on what happened between y/n and himself only about 15 minutes ago.

Closing his eyes he could still feel his lips on hers...

Part of him is screaming at him, wondering what the hell he was doing... He’d just left Danneel yesterday...

Literally...

Another part of him though, another part says he deserves this, that's there's nothing wrong with what he feels when he’s with her...

He never felt this way with Dannel...

A pounding on the door jerks him from his thoughts...

Must be Jared...

Jensen threw on his pans and walked to the door, opening it without really giving a shit who was standing on the other side..

"So I see you had company last night." Jared said, stopping Jensen in his tracks, midway of pulling his shirt over his head..

"How did you know that?" He asked, whipping his head around to give Jared the most intimidating stare he could muster.

He didn’t know how he possibly knew someone was here with him.. Y/n left almost an hour ago…

"I saw Y/n sneaking out of your room this morning." Jared said, crossing his arms over his chest, and staring at Jensen right back. Leaned up against the door frame.

"She was 'sneaking' out of my room. Nothing happened alright!" Jensen said, quickly becoming irritated..

"Jensen, what are you doing man? You were just at the bar with me last night crying about Danneel, and now you got a girl in your hotel room? Man this is not a good way to move on." Jared looked concerned, but Jensen was really getting tired of people telling him what to do..

From Danneel telling him that his failed marriage was his fault...

Jared telling him how he’s handling his personal life is wrong...

Fans jumping down his throat on social media when he hasn't even done anything wrong…

He was almost at his limit, and he hadn’t even got to the Gold Panel yet..

"Look my marriage was over with Danneel a long damn time ago! About three in the morning I realized something, I deserve better than what that bitch has done to me for the last 10 years! Wanna know how long it's been sense I've had sex Jared?! Do you?! It was the night the twins were conceived! She was either fucking someone else, or never there while I suffered! Not her me!"

Jensen stopped himself, and sat heavily down on the bed, he was yelling at Jared, he didn’t know why the fuck he was, but here he was a craying, yelling mess, and Jared God bless him, just took it, patiently waiting until Jensen had gotten it all out of his system.

Until I let out that last little revelation anyway, that one seemed to throw him...

"Damn man, I'm sorry, I didn't know things were that bad." Jared said, looking a little softer than at Jensen than he had five minutes ago. Taking a seat on the bed next to Jensen, but Jensen just stood up and walked over to the little couch where his bag was laying open, looking for his watch.

He didn’t want someone to feel sorry for him or pity him, he just wanted people to let him move on..

"Last night I went to talk to y/n. To apologize for running off the stage the way I did. We went down to get coffee. She touched my hand, and it was like electricity hit me. My heart started racing, I got nervous. I haven't felt like that in years.” Shaking his head he turned around to face Jared who was still watching him closely sitting at the foot of the hotel bed.

“You know what she did man? Cause I was a mess last night when I went to talk to her. She came back to my room, and layed next to me all night so I didn't have to be alone, and I could get some sleep.. Never tried to have sex with me. Never said anything. Was just there.”

“When we got up this morning I asked her if she wanted to get to know each other. See where this goes. I feel something for her man. Something I haven't ever felt. I deserve this, and I don't care who likes it, or doesn’t agree with it."

The room was silent as Jared and Jensen stared at each other. He needs Jared to back him up. He was swinging blind here. He needed my best friend. He needed his brother…

Jared looked at him closely, he looked like he was a mess still, he looked tired, dark circles around his eyes showed that what little sleep he’d gotten with Y/n last night really hadn’t been enough, he was still reeling, and Jared knew that, but he was also a grown man, and he knew that there was nothing he could say that was going to change his mind, so he decided he’d just be here for him when he needed him, because that’s what Jensen had always done for him.

"Okay, just go slow man don't rush it. You're still working through a lot of emotions."

"I need this Jared. I need her."

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Your POV:

"Ahh!!! I can't believe it!!!!" Y/f/ln sequels as you walk down the hall toward the room that's been set up for the panel.

"Shh!! Keep your voice down!!" You scold as a group of 'Deans and Sams' walk by the two of you. Looking around nervously to make sure no one had heard her little outburst.

"Hey, he said don't be ashamed of him." She said with narrow eyes at you.

"I'm not ashamed!!! I just don't want to be jumped by some crazy jealous superfan." You tell her as the two of you take your sets center stage third row.

You were glad you were close to the stage. Jensen was really nervous about this panel. It was a solo panel, and the first one since news broke of his divorce yesterday.

Jared was supposed to be doing this panel with him, but things got messed up and Jared ended up having to make up ops while Jensen did the panel alone.

He really wanted you to be here so you were glad he would be able to see you from the stage.

"Okay you got a point." She said, looking around at some of the people filtering in to find their seats. "Do you think the two of you are officially a thing now?"

"No." You said flatly. "We haven't labeled anything. He just made it very clear this morning though it is his long run goal though. That's why we're getting to know each. He wants to see where this will go." You tell her for what feels like the thousandth time.

To your relief the music started, and it was time for the panel.

You really we're ready to discuss Jensen, or how you felt about him. You just wanted this panel to be over. You just wanted the end of the day to get here, so that you could go back to his room.

Make sure he is okay.

You knew that he was not looking forward to this panel. You could hear the fear in his voice when he asked you if you were gonna be here at the panels.

You watched as Jensen jogged out on the stage. Stopping to irritate Richard and Rob at the top of the stares before tuning to the audience.

"Good morning Dallas!" He says into the microphone, and people cheer around the room.

"I wanna get something out of the way before I take any questions...."

The room fell creepy silent. Everyone was hanging on his every word, and you held your breath right alone with them...

"Danneel and I are no longer together, and we are getting a divorce. The rumors are true on that, but I will NOT be answering ANY questions about Danneel and myself, or the divorce. Please respect my privacy while I work this out okay."

When he was finished speaking the audience applauded with a few people yelling.

"We love you Jensen."

The rest of the panel went off with a hitch as he took questions. His eye trained you between each question.

You didn't understand why or how, but you've already fallen head over hills for this guy. You only could pray he feels the same.

You knew that if the two of you started a steady relationship, rumors would be everyone, and so would some backlash, but you didn’t care about that, your main focus was Jensen..

He needed you…

Right now that’s all that matters.

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After what felt like an eternity the day was finally coming to a close...

It was the last panel of the day, and down to the last question...

Jensen looked absolutely exhausted...

You decided not to do a photo op. with all the attention Jensen and yourself were currently getting on social media, both good and bad, it just felt like the right decision to stay away from anything else that could be put on the internet..

You definitely didn’t want to give Danneel any more material...

That morning before you left him for the day, Jensen had given you a spare key to his room, and asked you to just move your things over during the day so that you can just stay with him. You figured since everyone would be busy doing the ops, you could move your things over without too many people noticing what you were doing..

You had put your number into his phone, and were texting back and forth every chance you got during all the insanity that is a con, and it was hard not to smile every time you saw his name appear on your phone screen..

As soon as the panel was over you were headed up to his room, planning to get a shower before he got there. Jensen said, it was going to take about an hour for him to get to the room once the panel was over. So you had a little time..

As everyone was standing up to make their way toward the door y/f/n stopped you.

"Hey can we talk a second before you go to meet Jensen." She asked, looking a little guilty.

"Sure..."

Sitting back down in your seat your stomach was a little uneasy, you hoped she hadn’t blabbed about Jensen and yourself to someone.. Because you’d probably kill her.

"You know that guy I've been talking to for about a month now, Alex? Well things are getting pretty serious, and he's asked me to move in with him."

You sit there in silence for a moment.

Not necessarily shocked, you could see they were getting pretty close, you knew it was coming.

What your biggest fear was is where the fuck are you gonna live now...

"I've decided to just give you the apartment." She said, handing you her key.

You took it not knowing what to say at first.

"Are you sure you want to do this? When are you going to get your stuff?" You asked, she looked down at her converse, looking even more guilty.

"Well... he moved it out today for me. I called and asked the front desk to unlock, and lock the door for him. I'm sorry. I made sure my half of rent and utilities are paid up for the month. Kinda to give you a heads start."

You couldn't be mad at her. She looked so pathetic, and besides you were glad that those two were finally moving forward with a relationship they’d been dancing around for a while now..

Grabbing her pulling you pull her into a hug.

"Thank you for everything you've done this past year." You tell her, and she hugged you back, both of you trying to not cry in that moment.

"Furniture and everything is still there. Just my clothes, and personal stuff will be gone, and we can still have lunch twice a week." She said, relieved you weren't angry with her.

The two of you hear heavy footsteps coming up from behind you, she looks over your shoulder, and gives you a knowing smile..

"Looks like I need to get going, See you in the morning." With that she practically runs to the exit.

Turning you see Jensen headed up the aisle toward you. A little concerned look on his face as he watched your retreating friend..

"Hey everything okay?" He said, pulling you to him when you stood up from your seat, not caring who was around or who saw.

He had been separated from you all day, you could tell he was past done with people period, and their rumors and theories..

"Yeah everything is fine I'll tell you later." You say, leaning your head against his shoulder for a moment..

You felt safe here...

Even though the two of you were getting some weird looks from Misha, Rob, Richard, and the rest of the band...

"Did you get everything moved over to my room?" He asked, pushing a stand of loose hair behind your ear.

"Yeah everything is there. That's what I was doing during the photo op." You tell him, trying to make a good excuse as to why you weren't there today. Besides it wasn’t a lie, and you had a valid reason for not wanting to do ops, or anyone seeing you moving your crap to his room.

"Okay, I'll only be about 30 minutes. Just got some loose ends to tie up before tomorrow." He said, bending down and giving you a peak on the lips, making everyone in the room jaw drop before heading to the stage where they were all waiting for him..

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Jensen's POV:

"So... you two officially a thing now?" Misha asked, batting his eyes at Jensen like an idiot. Jensen fought against the eye roll he wanted so desperately to give him, and just settled for a bitchface.

"That's got to be some sort of a record." Misha continued, propping himself up on one of the chairs Jensen and Jared were just sitting on.

This time Jensen rolled his eyes at him. Misha could be such a douche when he wanted to be. That or he was just being a little touchy still.

"No, not officially." Jensen said in the most nonchalant way possible, trying to just brush it off. Although Jensen knew that was the reason for this 'Meeting' they wanted an answer to what was going on with him, and he couldn’t blow them off any longer he knew that...

"I talked to Andrew, and I'm going to be taking a week off before I head to Vancouver. As most of you know, I got some personal stuff I got to work through before I head back to Vancouver."

Jensen there with his hands in his pockets, bracing himself for the onslaught of questions he knew were coming..

"What happened man?" Rob asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

"A long progression of things that eventually led up to me catching her with another man yesterday." Jensen said, keeping more of the personal stuff to himself. Just using short answers, it was easier that way...

Anger had taken the place of hurt. He was trying to control his emotions, but everything she had done to him over the years had made him hard. He didn't even notice most of the crap she was pulling at the time. Looks like hind sight really is 20/20.

"You know we're all here for you man. Whatever you need." Richard said, clapping his hand over Jensen’s shoulder, and giving him what was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze.

Jensen knew they all were hoping he’d go into more detail, but there were a lot of things he wasn’t ready to talk about just yet, hell some of it he was still working out for himself..

The rest of the meeting went on as expected, questions about new scripts and things that normally went on for shooting schedule’s having to be rearranged.

Jensen’s mind wasn’t really on any of it.. He just wanted to get done so that he could get back to Y/n, who was waiting in his room...

She already had a hold on him.

Jensen was no idiot, and knew that being involved with someone already didn’t exactly look good, and that It wasn't the 'normal' thing to do; but he just couldn’t shake the way she makes him feel.

There's so much in his life right now that's uncertain.

The custody arrangement with his kids, who's gonna get the house in Austin, all the little details that come with a divorce.

He doesn't want to think about having to do this alone, because he wasn’t sure he could live through it... That's why he wants SOO bad for this to work out with Y/n.

He needs a win.

For years now he’d been on the receiving end of an abusive relationship, and didn't even realize it until last night when he had someone wrapped in my arms that didn't act like they'd catch some incurable disease if he touched them.

That’s what got him to thinking about the past 10 years... All the signs that he refused to see that because so obvious.

He’d been miserable for years, and not he had a chance to be happy with someone, someone that seemed to actually give a shit, and he wasn’t about to walk away from that opportunity, no matter what other people thought, for once in his life, he was going to think about himself.

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team-free-will-you-idjits-67 · 5 years ago

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This Crazy Life (Part 9)

Description: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Waiter, Reader

Relationship: Eventual Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 1360

Warnings: Some more fluff and a slow burn.

A/N: I’ve been gone for an eternity and I’m BAAACCCKKK. I’m going to stick with just this series for a bit because I overloaded my self before. So, I’ll post a part a week most likely. Enjoy!

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You yawned and stretched as you walked out of the terminal, “I don’t know how you guys travel as often as you do.”

The boys chuckled but Jensen was the one to speak, “You get used to it. Eventually.”

You shook your head, pieces of hair that slipped out of your bun on the flight fell into your face, “I don’t know if I could ever get used to that.” You tucked the hair behind your ears as you walked beside the boys through the airport, “The cramped spaces, babies crying, people coughing everywhere.” You shuddered, “I don’t think I could get used to it.”

Jared shook his head with a smile, “We just got a bad flight. Not every flight is like that Y/N.” He threw his arm around your shoulders, “Besides, this weekend will be so amazing, you’ll forget all about it.”

You giggled, “I sure hope so, cause that flight alone makes me want to burn my skin off and stay home for a week.”

Jared squeezed you closer to him as Jensen chuckled, “You’re so dramatic.”

You playfully rolled your eyes towards him and scoffed, “Whatever Ackles.”

Jared’s arm didn’t leave your shoulders as the three of you continued through the airport, which ended up being a mistake.

You heard the camera clicks before you saw any one. “Jared! Jared!”

Jensen groaned loudly as paparazzi continuously snapped photos of your travelling trio. Jared didn’t say anything. He continued walking while holding you close to him. You couldn’t tell if he was doing it to protect you or doing it the calm his own nerves.

Maybe it was a little bit of both.

You continued walking through the airport as the paparazzi followed, firing questions off like a machine gun. “Jared! Moving on fast? Haven’t you and Gen only been broken up for a couple months?” “Whats her name?” “Is she a new cast member for the show?” “How long have you two been together?”

You all pushed forward, walking out of the airport towards the blacked out escalade the boys had arranged to arrive before you got off the plane. You and Jared slid into the back as Jensen jumped into the passenger seat. The paparazzi continued to take photos as the driver pulled away from the curb of the airport pick up.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Jared said as his hand landed on your thigh for comfort.

You softly smiled at him, “It’s okay Jare.” You placed your hand over his and squeezed it lightly, “We’re going to be gossiped about all weekend anyways, this can just get it out of the way now.” You giggled, “Besides, it could be worse.”

Jared raised a brow quizzically, “How could it be worse?”

You shrugged, “I mean, they aren’t pestering us. Especially back home. Someone is just trying to make a quick buck with some,” you air-quoted with your free hand, “‘breaking news’ about a celebrity. It won’t stick. People will get bored with it.”

Jensen turned around from the passenger seat and looked between the two of you, “You know, she’s pretty smart.”

You laughed, “I can be, sometimes.”

You all rode in silence the rest of the way to the hotel. Jared’s thumb ran along your thigh absentmindedly as he looked out the window onto Minneapolis.

Your mind wandered to how the weekend would actually be. How would the fans be towards you? You were a fan just like them, but a series of unfortunate events in Jared’s life made you two cross paths, letting you become friends with the person you once idolized. You figured people would assume you and Jared were dating and from the boys past relationships, fans have been particularly nasty to the women they dated.

Nerves bubbled up and settled in your stomach as the driver pulled up to the back entrance of the hotel. You all thanked the driver, got out of the car undetected and filed into the hotel. Since the convention was in full swing, the lobby was empty. Jensen and Jared went up to the concierge desk to grab room keys as you walked around the lobby.

The large front entrance of the hotel was adorned with all sorts of art: statues beside doorways, exquisite paintings along the walls, and art even carved into the mouldings of the building. You were admiring a statue by the elevator when Jared came up from behind you and laid a hand on your shoulder, startling you. “Jesus!” You turned around, ready to swing until you saw Jared, “Don’t scare me like that!”

Jared smiled, “Sorry.” He paused, looking you over, “Room’s ready. Did you want to go up to the room now or did you want to go explore a bit? We can have them bring our bags up to the room.”

You thought for a moment as you picked at your lip, the nerves from Jared scaring you still fading, “I wanna go up now and shower the airplane stench off of me.”

Jared chuckled as he handed you a room key, “I’ll go up with you. I have to change before Jensen and I crash Misha’s panel anyways.”

Smirking, you turned towards Jared as he hit the elevator ‘up’ button, “You guys are really still going to steal the show from him?”

Jared chuckled, “Yeah. We didn’t mess with Misha while filming this week so it’s only fair to do it during the con.”

You shook your head with a giggle as the elevator doors opened and you both stepped inside. Jared wrapped his arm around your shoulder like in the airport when the elevator doors began to close. You leaned into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his torso and sighed in contentment.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, Jare.”

He snickered, “No, seriously. I didn’t think you were going to say yes and it kind of scared me.”

“Why?” You asked, pulling away from him slightly.

“Why to which statement?” He questioned as he looked down towards you.

“Both.”

He cleared his throat and looked towards the elevator doors. You settled back into his side and stared forward as he explained. “Well, it was really short notice. I know we spend all of our time together and I didn’t know if you had plans for this weekend since Jensen and I wouldn’t be home. I didn’t know if you’d want your alone time.” He sighed, “And, I was scared because we spend all of our time together. You’ve become my safe haven, my home so-to-speak. I don’t get as anxious about things out in public or away from home if you’re with me. Before, when Gen and I were having issues and a little before that, I had to prepare myself for a day or two beforehand to make sure I was in a good mental space to be myself.” He sighed once again as the elevator dinged to the floor you were staying on and the doors started to open, “I just, I need you more than I want to admit.”

You squeezed his side, “I’ll always be here for you Jare. You’re a huge part of my life now.” You shrugged into him as he pulled out the room key to unlock your room that was rapidly approaching, “I can’t imagine my life without you in it in some way.”

He slid the key into the door and broke from the friendly embrace you both shared to enter the room. He threw his bag down at the foot of the bed as he fell onto the mattress backwards.

You chuckled at him as you walked towards the bathroom, “I’m going to go shower. I’ll be out in 30. If you leave, just text me.”

He nodded from the bed, “Okay, will do.”

You closed the bathroom door, threw your bag on the floor, and walked towards the shower to turn the water on. You sighed as you felt the water warming over your fingertips. You peeled off your clothes and stepped into the steaming water, letting it run over your sore muscles as you thought about the weekend ahead of you.

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 6 years ago

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When You Least Expect It, Part Nine

Jensen x Musician!Reader; Rob Benedict x Reader (Platonic); Jason Manns; Nathan (OMC); Dee (OFC)

Masterlist - Contains Chapter Links & Wardrobe Collages

A/N: This is a slow burn fic that I have been working on for a while. Its a story I wrote for myself and just wanted to share with everyone. Yes, the “Dee” in the story is who you think, but there is no intended hate on her or their actual marriage. It is a work of fiction, that is all. Part nine is from the Both POV. There is also a playlist to go along with the series.

Spotify Playlist : Songs in this chapter - “Wow and Flutter” “Stay With Me” “Every Breath You Take”

Beta’d by @closetspngirl who has contributed so much to this fic! Thank you for not only indulging my lunacy but encouraging it with gusto! I don’t know what I would do without you!!!

Chapter Summary: Just as they decide to finally take this whole crush thing to a new place, people from their pasts like to pop in and cause some trouble.

Chapter Warnings: Language, Mild Violence, Floof, PDA

WC: 13K (Yeah, I know... I need to just stfu) **with lyrics. Lyrics NOT written by me in bold, italic. That honor belongs to the wonderful April Smith and The Great Picture Show. Song is on the playlist and I highly suggest checking it out. Its a great tune.

*Banner created by me; pics & gifs found online.

Tags are open if you want on, or wanna hop off.

Jensen woke up that morning with a smile. For the end of May, it was already hot in Austin, and the humidity wasn’t exactly being easy on the people who lived there. It was barely nine and he could already see the heaviness in the air. It didn’t phase him one bit because in the next two hours he would be heading over to the townhouse to spend the day with Y/N, Robbie, and Jason. They had planned a full-on day of just working and brainstorming on the best way to go about arranging the schedule of bands, where each one would be playing and for how long.

It wasn’t an easy task, as many of them were traveling into Austin for one day. Y/N had already taken care of all that and even arranged for a shuttle service to take the acts to and from the venues to hotels, airports, or even the local convenience store—wherever it was they needed to go. They were giving their time and talent for a worthy cause, so if there was something she could do to make their stay more comfortable, she was more than willing to do it.

It was little things like that, that made her a good partner on the event, but it was also those traits that made him look at her with hearts in his eyes and butterflies in his stomach. Her mind had a way of working and problem solving it like he’d never seen before. She wasn’t just thorough with following through, she took steps above and beyond what would be expected and consistently blew his mind.

On today’s agenda, the schedules would be finalized, and he could finally talk to her about the music she would be doing over the course of the weekend. That was what started all this, after all. Watching her play at the Beachcomber, seeing her play on New Year’s Eve, singing at the convention—Jensen knew this festival would not be complete unless Y/N took the stage. If he could convince her to sing with him as well? Even better.

It didn’t take more than an hour for him to be ready to go. As he showered and dressed for the day, he rehearsed a hundred different ways to approach Y/N about performing. He had brought it up casually in the weeks since they were in Chicago, but she always found a way to change the subject or just blow him off completely. Today, he was determined to get her to agree to getting on one of the stages and sharing her gift with the crowd.

Keys in hand, Jensen was heading for the door when there was a knock at it, quickly followed by the door opening. Jensen was about to go off when he saw Jared come through.

“Hey! You here?” Jared called out, then spotted Jensen standing off to the side.

“Uh, yeah. Right here,” he chuckled. “What are you doing here? Thought you were heading out for a road trip with Gen and the munchkins.”

“We are. Leaving later this afternoon, I just had to talk to you real quick so I told her I had to run a quick errand.”

“So, you’re lying to Gen about coming here? Has she been reading fanfiction again? She worried there’s some, uh, frisky business…” Jensen motioned back and forth between him and Jared but kept a straight face.

Jared rolled his eyes. “No, you jackass. But she was talking with Dee yesterday at the house.”

Jensen was a little taken back by his statement. “Uh. Ok. So?”

“So? Dude, I knew Dee had been calling and shit since New Year’s, but you didn’t tell me she and what’s-his-face broke up. She made it sound like you two were getting close again and she was interested in reconciling. So, what gives?”

Jensen didn’t know what to say to that. He stammered and then started to pace from the entryway into the living room. He tossed the keys he had in his hand onto the coffee table and turned back to Jared.

“She said what now?”

“All I heard was that she and that guy broke up a couple weeks ago and that she’s been talking to you every day. Is she?”

“She texts me a lot. But it’s stupid shit, mostly. Not like we’ve been talking talking. What did she say, exactly?”

“I didn’t hear all of it, and when I walked in Dee clammed up. But, from what I could hear, your name along with the word ‘reconciliation’ was being tossed around.”

Jensen groaned a deep sigh and exhaled. “This is just aces. What the hell is she thinking?”

“So, you’re not, then? You and Dee aren’t—”

“No! No way. I haven’t thought about her like that in a long time. Especially after New Year’s.”

“Because she was there with her new man—ex-new-man,” Jared mumbled to himself, then waved it off. “OR is it because of Y/N?”

“Honestly, both? I guess…” Jensen shrugged.

This was all news to him and news he wasn’t exactly happy to hear. Y/N had her issues with an ex, now it was going to be his turn? It was bad enough that weeks had passed since he asked Y/N out on a proper date, but their schedules just hadn’t allowed for it to happen yet. Now, there was another potential roadblock that he wanted to prevent as quickly possible.

“Whatever you do, you didn’t hear this from me, alright? Gen and I have had enough conversations about you and Dee. No offense, but I just don’t need to go another round.”

“Hey, I get it completely. I’m sorry you had to catch some of the fall out from that.”

“It was bound to happen. Just for the record, Gen doesn’t have a vested interest either way. Not like she’s on Dee’s side waving pom-poms just because they’re friends.”

“Even if she was, she’s rooting for the losing team. I will always care about Dee, but the breakup happened for a reason. Took a while, but I am seeing what the reason is now.”

“Y/N?”

Jensen smiled, and that flutter of butterflies kicked up in his stomach. “Yeah. Because of Y/N.”

Jared considered it for a minute and nodded. “Despite the miscommunication debacle, you do seem pretty damn happy since you met her.”

“Because I am, man. She just makes me feel good. It's going slow, but, slow is good.

“How slow?” Jared asked, his expression wrought with curiosity.

“Slow. Very, very slow. But… it’s okay. It’s good. Means maybe it will work out.”

“Well, well… look at who’s being Mr. Level-Headed. Didn’t think you had it in you, to be honest.” Jared was trying his best to control his grin as he continued taking shots at his best friend.

“Don’t you have a trip to go on?” Jensen asked, then looked at his watch and back up at Jared with a deadpan gaze.

“Seriously! I mean, you freaked when Dee left. Completely overreacted and created this larger than life project. Didn’t you buy like, twenty pair of cowboy boots—”

“Alright, alright… thanks for the info and painful reminders, you can go now.” Jensen hurriedly tried to usher Jared towards the door. “Come on Paul Revere, you delivered the news. Time to ride off now. I got places to be.”

“Y/N’s?”

“Yes, now go.”

“You’re gonna talk to Dee?” Jared asked before he was pushed out of the door completely.

“Yes. I promise. I’m not lookin’ for a fatal attraction situation here, okay? I will speak to her and not bring you into it. Happy?”

“Blissfully. Tell Y/N I said hey. I’ll call you when we’re back.”

“Alright mom,” Jensen smiled and waved as Jared walked towards his car in the driveway, flipping him the middle finger as he went.

Jensen closed the door and went back into the house. He didn’t want Jared to see the mild panic at what he had told him, but there was some anxiety growing. When Dee had first reached out, Jensen was glad to have smoothed things over with her. Being friends again seemed like an achievable goal, and he didn’t even care anymore that she was with someone else. In the time between New Years and seeing Y/N again in Chicago, Jensen became hyper-aware that his fascination with the songstress from Seaside was more than just a fix for his loneliness. She was way more.

By the time they were in Chicago, and Y/N seemed just as happy to see him as he was her, it felt like a given that Dee was just an old friend, and their communication reflected that. Y/N was his focus, aside from the festival. Rekindling whatever he had with Dee was the furthest thing on his mind.

He debated on calling Dee then, but he didn’t want to bring Jared into it, so he thought it best to wait until Dee contacted him first. Then, it would give him time to figure out the best way to broach the subject of her possible intentions without it feeling like an attack. A provoked Dee was not a happy Dee.

Just as he was about to reach for his keys and head out the door, his phone vibrated from within his pocket. Almost afraid to see who it was, he slowly pulled it out and looked at the screen. When it was Y/N’s name and not Dee’s, he smiled with relief and tapped the message icon.

>>Please hurry. Robbie is playing a harmonica while Jason is playing a kazoo and doing a jig. I cannot be the only person to witness this chaos. HURRY!

<<I’m gonna need video evidence. It’s great for blackmail. On my way.

Jensen was able to get across town and be at Y/N’s complex in less than thirty minutes. As he approached the front door, he felt a twinge of anxiety. It only took a moment to realize that it was related to what he and Jared had talked about that morning, mixed with the understanding that he would have to tell Y/N about it.

He had to, right? Yes, he thought as he was only steps from the door, I don’t wanna fuck this up. Be straight up with her. She’ll understand.

Back when he had been with Dee, he always second-guessed himself. He would mull over a thousand different questions and had even more moments where he doubted what he thought or felt in regard to Dee. Jensen had no doubts now. He knew that Y/N would be understanding of the situation, and he realized that none of those past insecurities were coming up. Having that kind of confidence in not only himself, but in Y/N, made him even more determined to be upfront with her as soon as possible.

He knocked but could hear the music muffled coming from the third floor. Since she had come back from New Jersey, Y/N transformed the third floor of the townhouse not just into her office, but into space where people could jam, pick at guitars, or just sit quietly and enjoy the view of the river. The sound of guitars and yes, even a kazoo, floated down from the open window making Jensen smile. He went to knock again when the door pulled open, and Y/N’s face greeted him.

There was a split second where he just stared at her. She was radiant, and the heat of the day didn’t look to bother her one bit. Her hair was swept up off her neck in a messy bun, and around it lay the charm he had given her for Christmas. Y/N looked like she had just rolled out of bed, still in an old Pink Floyd concert T-shirt that had been modified into a tank top, and black pajama shorts that exposed a good amount of her legs. Y/N wasn’t wearing a drop of makeup. It was the most natural he had ever seen her, and by far, her most beautiful look yet.

“Don’t just stand there, hurry or you’ll miss it!” Y/N said excitedly and pulled Jensen into the apartment. “Come on! If you get upstairs fast enough you may catch Rob on the kazoo! Who knew he could rock out on that thing!”

Y/N had Jensen’s hand in hers and was pulling him towards the stairs. He froze in place and let go of her hand. “Whoa… easy tiger. Can you just wait for one sec.”

She turned to face him and looked slightly hurt that he let go. “You alright?” She studied him for a minute and then loosely crossed her arms under her breasts. “You’re not. What’s up?”

“Yeah, I mean, I need to talk to you about something and, I’m not sure where to start.”

“Oh,” she said and swallowed thickly. Her arms fell to her sides, and she fidgeted with them for a minute before returning them to crossed under her chest, but this time she was more tense and guarded. “What about?”

Jensen saw her body language shift and realized he gave her the wrong impression. Not off to a great start there, champ, he chastised himself.

“Nothing bad, promise,” he chuckled and closed the distance between them. He lightly rubbed the upper parts of her arms and as he softened his gaze on her, helping a little tension release from her body.

“Then, what is it?”

He already regretted bringing it up. “I’m a dick, this could have waited. I just… I’m so afraid of fucking this up--”

“Stop. You can’t do that. Whatever is gonna happen, is gonna happen, Jay. If you have something to tell me, please do. Then give me the benefit of the doubt that I won’t run out on you again, okay?”

“You’re right.” He paused and gave himself a moment to figure out where to start. “Jared came by this morning to talk to me...” he continued, trying to not be nervous about something so trivial. “You know how Gen is still friends with Dee? And how she and I have been talking again?”

“You’ve mentioned it,” she said.

“Right, well, I guess Dee was at their place yesterday, and she was making it seem to Gen that maybe she wanted to come back.”

“Come back? You mean, like, come back to you?”

Jensen nodded and watched nervously as Y/N processed what he was explaining. She was quiet, and that made him anxious. The longer she just contemplated, the more on edge he was getting. It wasn’t a big deal, it really wasn’t. He was just trying to be honest and upfront because he didn’t want her to get any wrong ideas about his interest, or lack thereof, in Dee.

Y/N paced from the entryway and through the kitchen. Leaning back against the counter near the sink, she used her hands to boost herself up and sat on the granite top. “I thought she was with that guy from the party.”

“Apparently she dumped him last week.”

“Oh… How do you feel about that?”

“About Dee’s breakup? Or about her wanting to come back?”

Y/N shrugged. “Both.”

“I mean, we go way back and she’s not a bad person, just misguided sometimes. I do care about her, and I want her to be happy if that’s with him or someone else… that’s up to her.”

“Do you want her back?” she asked bluntly, and for the first time, he saw a bit of worry threading through the lines of her forehead.

His reply was genuine and immediate. “No, Y/N, I don’t.”

Jensen crossed the kitchen and stood in front of where she sat on the counter. He could tell she was trying to play the whole thing very cool, that wall she put up was there, but not guarding her completely. Jensen could see there was a space that he could crawl into and make room for this business between them to grow further, but he would have to be vulnerable with her, first.

He took a step closer, putting himself within that zone of her personal space; the area reserved for only the most intimate of encounters. His tongue ran out nervously over his bottom lip, as he brushed his thumb lovingly against her cheek.

“I haven’t thought about Dee like that in a long time,” he continued in hushed tones. “Whatever she and I had, it's long over. You are the only person on my mind.”

Jensen leaned in and kissed her lips gently. He saw her eyes flutter closed and felt her respond to his touch. A flood of relief washed over him when Y/N’s arms draped over his shoulders and her hands clasped behind his neck, encouraging him to kiss her. It took every ounce of willpower he had, but Jensen finally did pull away from her before he wouldn’t be able to.

Jensen let his forehead rest against hers for a moment before stepping back. “Besides, you still owe me a first date, remember?”

“I remember. Maybe stop leaving town the second I get back…” she teased, challenging him with the rise of one, well-manicured brow.

“I could say the same for you. Can’t seem to coordinate these travel schedules of ours.”

“Well, you just had to go off to Italy last week…”

“Hey, I told you to come. We could’ve had our first date in Rome!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and sighed. Jensen couldn’t even pretend to be exasperated with her anymore when she did that. From that first night they spent out on the beach in Seaside, the simple expression of annoyance she threw at him quickly became the one he found most alluring.

“I told you, I don’t have a passport--”

“We need to fix that.”

“--Also, I had to work.”

“We should fix that too. This guy you work with seems like a jerk. You should tell him you need a night off. Or at least time to get a proper passport photo.”

“You are such an ass,” she giggled but looked at him with such adoration, even Jensen couldn’t deny it was there despite his constant fear that she would quickly lose interest in him.

“Seriously, he works you like a dog, never gives you weekends off to go out on a first date with me--”

“Ohhh my God, shut up!” she groaned, took his face in her hands and pulled his lips back for a blunt smack of a kiss and released him, solely to shut him up. “You done now?”

“Not if you’re gonna keep kissing me,” he winked. “In all seriousness though, when is this gonna happen?”

“I don’t know Jay, I leave in two days to go back to Seattle, then I have to fly out to Jersey because Miguel and Javier have finally agreed to join the festival. BUT they want me to come out and go over everything. Javier doesn’t trust Leo, and frankly, Leo would just fuck it all up. When do you start up again in Vancouver?”

“Next week,” he sighed. “It’s not lookin’ good here, Trix. I know things are chaotic, but I really want this time with you before things pick up even more.”

Y/N smiled bashfully and cast her eyes down away from the intensity of his gaze. “I want that too,” she replied in a near whisper. “How about tomorrow? Last minute, but, at least we’ll be in the same city on the same night.”

Jensen perked up, but before he could answer, they heard someone rushing down the steps in leaps and bounds, their feet eventually landing on the ceramic tile of the kitchen with a thud. Y/N started to laugh as Jensen’s head whipped around and saw Robbie standing there out of breath and trying to maintain his balance so he didn’t fall.

“Whoa, that’s slippery,” he said with chuckle and then saw Jensen standing there. “Hey! Look who’s finally here! You missed a killer kazoo session, brother.”

“I heard.” Jensen moved to hug Rob hello and then went back to his place right next to Y/N.

Rob looked at them and saw all the signs of two people clearly smitten with each other. Y/N was sitting on the counter, and Jensen was leaning back on the edge directly in front of her. She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked completely comfortable doing so.

“Don’t you two look cozy,” he quipped and went to open Y/N’s refrigerator.

“Aw, come on Robbie. We got our snuggle session later, do be hatin’,” Jensen teased.

Rob ignored Jensen and gasped when he looked inside of the fridge. “Jesus, Y/N, it’s like a deserted wasteland in this thing. Doesn’t the man pay you enough to buy groceries?”

“No, he pays me in wit and booze.”

“Bri was right, you two are a match made in Hell,” Rob sighed and closed the refrigerator door.

Y/N sat up straighter on the counter prepared to defend her barren refrigerator. “Rob, when am I supposed to go grocery shopping? Or cook for that matter? If I am in town, I am here for hours at a time. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve used this kitchen.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Jensen said and moved off the counter to turn to face Rob and Y/N. “Let’s get a bit of work done first. Then, I’ll run to the store and get something to cook up for everyone. Sound good?” Jensen offered her a helping hand off the counter, and she took it happily.

“Pizza?” she asked excitedly when her feet were back on the floor.

Jensen sighed. “God, no. Not again. No Salty Sow, either. I’m talking a home-cooked meal. Alright?”

Rob’s face lit up. “You’re gonna cook for us?”

“Yeah, sure. Why not? But, schedules first.”

“Aye Aye, Captain,” Rob said and thought they would both follow him up. When neither Jensen or Y/N made a move to follow, he realized he had interrupted something, again, and turned for the stairs. “You know, I’ll just head up and get the board clear,” he stammered and retreated back up the steps.

“I love that strange little man,” Jensen chuckled and slightly shook his head before turning his attention back to Y/N.

“So, you’re gonna cook, huh?”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered, accentuating the thick Texas drawl he normally toned down.

She eyed him with playful suspicion. “Didn’t know you could or that you even liked to.”

Jensen took a few steps towards her, his gaze fixed on her as he walked her back until she bumped into the refrigerator. He placed a hand on either side of her head against the freezer door, then bent down and ghosted his nose over hers before he left a breath of a kiss on her lips.

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me, Trix. Come on, let’s go get some work done before this takes a turn and nothing gets done at all.”

Jensen stepped back from her, but Y/N felt frozen in place. He took her hand and peeled her off the fridge, forcing her feet to move and guiding her in direction of the stairs to join Rob and Jason up in the office.

An hour in and little work has gotten done up on the third floor of the townhouse. Jensen, Rob, Jason, and Y/N spent most of the time discussing music itself, instead of the scheduling of music. Eventually, it broke down to Jensen on the couch with a guitar, smiling like a fool as Robbie harmonized with Jason and the kazoo. Y/N watched from her spot on the floor, holding her belly and laughing as the guys jammed on what started out as a really nice version of Simple Man, into something unrecognizable, but amazingly fun.

When they had finally worn themselves out and put the instruments down, Rob’s stomach was growling loud enough for the entire room to hear it.

“Jay, please go get this man some food. I’m afraid we’re losing him.” Y/N pleaded with him as she stood up from the floor. “Maybe if he knows food is on the way, and you two aren’t here to distract him, I could trick him into work.”

“You’re devious,” Rob added, looking up to Y/N. “But your plan may just work.”

All eyes were on Jensen now, who regrettably got up from the couch. “Fine. Let’s do this. Jason, wanna take a ride with me?”

Jason nodded and got up from the couch and grabbed his keys from the table. “But we’re taking my car.”

“What’s wrong with my truck?” Jensen asked, slightly offended.

“Not the truck, I just want control over the music. Not really in the mood for Rob Zombie on repeat today.”

“Dude, that was one time. Let it go.”

Jason shook his head and went to leave the room, but turned and mouthed “more than one time” while Jensen’s back was still to him. “Meet ya in the car, buddy.”

Jensen waved him off. “Anything special you want me to grab while I’m out?” he asked Y/N and Rob.

“No, just food,” Rob said and went to pick up the guitar.

“Don’t you dare, Robert. You put that down and pick up the notebook and pen. Start making lists, I’ll be right back.”

Rob frowned, mildly scared. “Yikes. Since when did you get so bossy?”

Y/N gave him a challenging look, that made Rob slowly put down the guitar and pick up the notebook. Satisfied that he did what she asked, and turned her attention back to Jensen. She couldn’t help but laugh at his own expression as he appeared mildly shook at what he just saw happen.

“Damn, Trix. You gotta teach me that.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m happy to boss you around any time,” she winked and then gently pushed him from the room and towards the top of the stairs. When they were out of view from where Rob was hopefully working, Y/N kissed his cheek sweetly. “See you soon.”

Jensen smiled and grabbed her arm lightly before she could turn away. His eyes were wistful and smiling, bringing out the crinkles she loved so much. He stole a kiss, sweet and soft before he released her and grinned smugly.

“I could really get used to this,” he said before turning and heading down the stairs and out the door to meet up with Jason.

Y/N took a moment to compose herself before going back into the office. When she did Rob watched her, a gleeful smile coming to light under his beard. “You guys… you’re pretty damn cute, you know that, right?”

“Shut up,” Y/N mumbled, but couldn’t hide the embarrassment in her smile.

“I mean it. So, what’s the deal, are you guys like… together?”

“Rob…” she whined. “Can we just work, please?”

“Yeah, of course,” he agreed and pulled out the list they had started with earlier that afternoon.

Ten minutes in and they came to their first bump in the road. There was an open spot on Saturday night that no one was able to fill.

“We could call one of the backup bands,” Y/N considered out loud.

“No,” Rob said, shaking his head. “I’ve got a better idea.”

“Which is?”

He leaned over and picked up the guitar, then held it out for her to take.

“You. You sing. You play. I know you have original songs. We’ve already talked about them. I want you up there.”

“No,” she chuckled and took the guitar but laid it down next to her. “None are ready, I don’t have a band anymore. I don’t--”

“Sure you do. We’ll back you up. Come on. Play one of the songs. I wanna hear one.”

“Maybe another time. Right now--”

“Nope. Now it’s my turn to be bossy. We need to fill this spot. It’s a big one on Saturday night on one of the main stages. I love the other bands and singers, but none of them are going to be able to fit that slot like it needs to be. We need a big sound. Original stuff. Too late to get any big, popular touring acts, so let’s give them something new. Besides, I know for a fact that a lot of fans are coming. A lot of which have seen you on stage with us already. So… whatcha say?” Rob motioned towards the guitar with his chin. “Play me something.”

Y/N studied his face for a moment and sighed in relent. “One song. But I promise nothing about the festival.”

“Yesss,” he hissed, excited for what was about to happen.

Y/N picked up the guitar and positioned it on her lap. “It’s not completely finished, but this is Wow and Flutter.”

She began to strum, the tempo was upbeat and had a good rhythm that Rob knew would be easy for the band to pick up.

“I could take a great big bite out of you When I get my cake I like to eat I like to eat it too And can I help myself if I find you simply delicious?

Now I'm like the big, bad wolf at your door My mouth is wide open, ready to explore And I'm not hiding the fact that I'm out for blood Baby, I'm vicious

Don't hate a girl because she knows All the ways to get beneath your clothes Cause you played those games, down to the letter You're just mad cause I play them better”

Rob’s foot was tapping along, and the grin he wore was large and genuine. When the verse went into the chorus, she repeated it twice and then just strummed the rhythm for a few more bars before stopping.

“I told you, it’s not done. I mean the lyrics are but…” she paused and shrugged. “Nothing special.”

“Nothing special?” Rob exclaimed. “Are you fucking serious right now? Y/N, that song… that could be huge. I can hear it finished in my head already and I’m telling you… it works. Please. Please consider this. I am begging you.”

Y/N didn’t know what to say. No one that had heard her original music had ever seemed very impressed by it; other than Mama Mia, of course. But that woman would encourage Y/N to do just about anything so she didn’t exactly trust her judgment.

“I--” Y/N was interrupted from a knock at the front door. “They couldn’t be back that fast, could they? Be right back.”

As she bounded down the two flights of steps, she felt a little relieved to be distracted from the conversation she was having with Rob. Putting it out of her mind, for the time being, she reached the front door and when she pulled it open, she felt like she was hit in the gut with a bag of rocks.

Nathan was standing on the porch, and when he saw her, his mouth unfurled to a wide grin. He looked tired and road worn; his clothes wrinkled and his hair unkempt. Yet, he still smiled wistfully when he saw her.

“Nathan?” His name came out more of a hollow whisper. “What are you doing here?”

“I came out to surprise you. Things at home were getting a little tiresome, so I rented a car and decided to take a road trip.”

“To Austin?”

“Well, not just Austin, but a stop along the way. Hope its a good surprise…”

“Um, yeah,” she said and tried to muster the enthusiasm he was expecting her to have. “Just a surprise. You have impeccable timing. One more day and I wouldn’t be here.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Work,” she started and then stepped aside. “Sorry, come on in…”

Nate walked into the townhouse and looked around, letting out a little whistle as he did. “Fancy.”

“Not really. Just sort of serves as a home base for everything,” Y/N said, a knot of nerves was starting to tie in her stomach.

“Still pretty nice that you get to live here. Quite an upgrade from the bungalow.”

Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know. I love my bungalow. This is a great place, don’t get me wrong, but I miss having the ocean outside my front door.”

Nathan wandered into the living room and looked out of the rear balcony doors. “Yeah but, you got a river out back. That’s pretty sweet.”

“Yeah…” she trailed off, trying to think of what to say, but was blessedly interrupted by Rob coming down the stairs.

“Was that them because I am seriously hungry--” Rob said and paused when he saw the change in Y/N’s expression and body language. He didn’t say anything, but his brow knitted together, confused, and when she looked past him into the living room, Rob turned and saw the source of why her energy had shifted.

“Um, Rob… this is Nate. He’s a friend from Jersey. He’s on a spontaneous road trip and decided to pop in to say hello.”

“Oh, hey man!” Rob said and walked into the other room, hand extended in a greeting. “I remember you from FaceTime.”

“Yeah, right. How are ya,” Nate replied and shook Robbie’s hand?

“Good, good. That’s a long drive from Jersey! Where’s your ultimate destination?” Rob asked, trying to keep him engaged in conversation. He could feel the tense energy vibing off Y/N and he wanted to step in and help her however he could.

“Not sure really. I only have a couple weeks before I start work, so, thinking of checking out the west coast.”

“What work?” Y/N asked.

“Oh, you remember that old guy Ellsworth? The one with the fluke fishery out of Manasquan?”

Y/N nodded. “Of course, they were my dad’s biggest competition.”

“Yeah, well, his kid Kevin hired me on. Gonna be running flukes for the summer.”

“That’s great,” she said but felt that she didn’t entirely believe him. Kevin had been a friend of theirs growing up, and the last she could remember, Kevin and Nate did not leave things on good terms. Not wanting to rock the boat, she let it go and just tried to think of how to make this surprise visit go smoothly.

“Can I offer you a drink? I don’t have much, unfortunately…”

“I’m good,” he said. “Can I use your bathroom though? Long drive and all.”

“Of course, it's down the little hallway there, behind the stairs.”

Nate smiled at her as he passed by, and went down to the bathroom. Rob turned then and quickly walked over to Y/N.

“You alright? You look pale.”

“Just surprised is all.”

“Not a good one I take it?” Rob asked and Y/N just shrugged, then swallowed hard enough for Robbie to hear. “Who is he, really?”

“My ex. We’ve known each other for years,” she said lowly, then moved back into the kitchen so Nate wouldn’t hear them. “It didn’t end well. At all. He came over while I was back in New Jersey over the winter, wanting to be friends. But--”

“But what?”

“I don’t know Robbie, I think he wanted more. I tried to be firm and make that understood. But I don’t think he is taking that rejection well.”

“What makes you say--” Rob was cut off by the sound of the bathroom door open.

“So,” Rob started as Nate rejoined them in the kitchen. “How long you in town for?”

“Um, well, that depends on this one,” Nate said with a grin, that made Rob noticeably uncomfortable and pointed towards Y/N.

“Nate, I just told you, I leave on a trip soon. I won’t be here.”

“Oh, right,” he said, choking back whatever words wanted to follow. “Well, might as well make the most of the time we have, right? Why don’t you give me the grand tour.”

“Sure. I can do that. Rob, you wanna hang here and let the guys in if their hands are full?”

“You got it,” he grinned and watched as Y/N escorted Nate up the stairs towards the second floor.

When they were gone, Rob took out his phone and brought up Jensen’s name through the messaging app.

<<Hey man, how much longer you guys gonna be? Surprise visitor at the house, Y/N is sorta freaked.

He hit send and then held his breath for a beat waiting for Jensen’s response. It didn’t take more than a minute to get a text back.

>>What the hell? Who’s there?

<<The ex popped in.

>>Mine or hers?

<<Hers.

>>What the fuck. She ok?

<<Yeah, just freaked he showed up unannounced. What’s his deal, anyway?

>>IDK never met the guy. But I’m about too. Be back in ten min.

Y/N showed Nathan around to the second floor, but skipped her bedroom, then took him up to the office area on the third floor. When he walked into the loft space he stopped and took a good look around. It was a large, open room, with two glass doors that open out onto a balcony.

“Wow, this place… it's huge for one person,” he mumbled and walked through. “Can’t believe you have furniture and instruments up here, and still have that much room to move around.”

“Well the guitar is mine, but the amps and bass, drum kit… they’re all Robbie’s. He brought them up about a month ago and they just sort of became part of the room now.”

“You playing with their band?” he asked in an accusatory tone.

She was taken aback by the tone of his question. “Sometimes, but just for fun. Why?”

Nate shrugged, seemingly annoyed, and walked out to the balcony. Y/N stayed in the room, though she knew he wanted her to follow him out there. A moment or two later, he came back in realizing that she wasn’t going to.

“So what’s the plan, Nate? Why are you here, really?”

“Can’t I just come by to say hello? I mean, we’re friends, right? That’s what you said.”

“Yes, Nathan, we are--”

“They why don’t you call or text me back?”

“Because I’m--”

“Busy?”

“Yes, and stop interrupting me. I’m working, Nate. I travel a lot. I am in meetings with school boards, city councils, business owners, bands…”

“Singing on stages with celebrities…”

Y/N froze. “What did you say?”

“I saw you, Y/N. I saw the video. When you were in Chicago and you never called or texted back. I got scared something happened to you. I was sitting at home worrying that you were dead in an alley somewhere. I mean, you were in Chicago! Anything could’ve happened to you! So, since you weren’t answering, I did some digging. Searched hospitals and morgues, but then I saw the video and there you were, perfectly fine.”

“And? What the fuck does that have to do with anything, Nate? It was work! Also, I don’t HAVE check in with you. I call and text when I can. I told you back in January if you couldn’t handle us just being friends, then, you need to stay away.”

“No… I…” he stuttered nervously “I can, Y/N. I know, I have a lot to make up for. It’s just… I miss you. Just even talking to you. And I worry about you traveling so much alone.”

“I’m sorry Nathan, but that’s no excuse to come here to my house and act like a jerk.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Y/N sighed and crossed her arms over her chest tightly. From below, she heard the commotion of voices and knew that Jensen and Jason had come back. Relief washed over her, but also a sting of anxiety over Nathan coming face to face with Jensen and what that would entail.

Nathan heard it too, and Y/N saw his body noticeably tense up. “More company?”

“No, the other guys are back with food,” she said and walked towards the door.

“What other guys?”

“Jensen and Jason. We were all here working today.” Y/N turned to go down the stairs. She didn’t invite him to follow, but he did.

Down in the kitchen, she found Rob, Jensen, and Jason talking in hushed tones, and she had an idea that it was in regards to Nathan. The moment she arrived in there, they stepped back and resumed normal conversation.

“Hey,” she said and went to the counter where they were unloading the bags. “What did you get?”

Jensen studied her demeanor for a moment before answering. “I got some chicken kabobs to throw on the grill, some salads and Jason insisted on the mango salsa and chips.” He was going to ask about Nathan and if she was alright, but right on the heels of his rundown of lunch, Nathan appeared from the stairwell into the kitchen. Y/N heard him and did her best to keep a pleasant tone as she introduced him.

“Nathan, this is Jensen, and that’s Jason. They are both working on the festival.”

“Nice to meet ya,” Jensen said and held out his hand. Jason simply gave a wave from the other side of the kitchen as he pretended to busy himself with the food.

Nathan hesitated when taking Jensen’s hand to shake, but after a moment, he reached out and did just that. Y/N could see he was getting angry. That side of him hadn’t changed, and all his usual tells were still the same; his hands were fidgeting, the vein in his neck was protruding, his body was very rigid. But somehow, Nathan managed to shake Jensen’s hand and even reply normally to the introduction.

“Same here. Heard a lot about you from Y/N,” Nathan said after letting go of the greeting.

“Yeah, me too… So what brings you to Austin, Nate?” Jensen was getting right down to business. Y/N watched nervously as the conversation between them was pleasant, yet ripe with tension.

“Just road tripping through,” he answered and shifted uncomfortably.

“How long you sticking around for?”

“Well, I don’t know, Jensen. Was hoping a few days but seems like you’re working Y/N too hard, as she’s off for another trip tomorrow.”

Jensen knew that she didn’t have to leave for another two days, but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, well, that’s why she gets paid the big bucks,” he said with a forced smile. Y/N saw that expression and knew there was nothing humorous about it. Jensen was getting annoyed by Nathan already, and she needed to find a way to diffuse the situation.

“Jay, why don’t you go light the grill. Takes a few minutes to get going. Rob and Jason can get back on the schedules while the food’s cooking. Right guys?”

“On it,” Rob said, grabbed the chips and salsa, then motioned with his head for Jason to follow him back upstairs.

“Yeah, okay,” Jensen said after the other two left, and gave Y/N a purposefully sweet smile. He grabbed the ready-to-grill chicken kabobs from the counter, then made his way through the living room and out onto the patio to ready the grill.

“Nice guy,” Nathan mumbled sarcastically. “His hair always look like that?”

“You need to stop. I am not going to do this with you.”

“Do what?”

“Have you stand in my house and be rude to my friends. You forget I know you, Nathan. I know your tone, your body language… I know when you’re lying and I know when you’re being a shit on purpose.”

He was growing annoyed and she didn’t care. She was tired of his brazen ways of trying to get her to pay attention to him.

“I’m not lying. I am on a road trip, wanted to see you. That’s all!”

“Ok, fine. But, you should have called. I can’t just drop everything for you--”

“But you would for him,” Nathan snapped and pointed over his shoulder. “Some pretty rich boy… who can buy you townhouses and fly you all over the world. When the fuck did you get to be so God damn shallow?!”

“You know what, fuck you! You don’t have the first clue who he is. You don’t know me anymore, Nate! I am not the same girl you could push around and--” she stopped herself before she ventured down a road she wasn’t ready too.

“And what?” he asked, baiting her.

“It’s time to go, Nate.” Y/N wouldn’t look at him. Her arms were so tightly crossed against her chest, she was beginning to tense in her shoulders and lose feeling in her hands.

“You’re unbelievable. You leave Jersey for what, six months? And now you’re too good to spend time with me, right? You’ve moved on? What makes you think you deserve any of this, huh? Because some fuck boy is gonna give you whatever you want to suck his dick?”

Nate was growing louder and now, more than ever, she just wanted him to go peacefully.

“Nate, please. Just go,” she said, nearly pleading with him.

“You say I’ve changed?” he ignored her and continued. “YOU have changed! You used to not care about any of this shit. It was you, me and Dave. All we had was each other!”

“Right, then you drank everything away and left! Put me in the goddamned hospital before you did, too!” She was so angry she was shaking now, working hard to focus her frustration at Nathan. So much so she never heard the balcony doors open a moment before, or notice Jensen step through.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Jensen’s voice cut through the tension and caused Y/N to finally unfurl her arms, letting them fall to her side.

“Jay…” she breathed and looked over at Nate who was grinning in a way that made her stomach churn.

“Did you actually just say that he put you in the hospital?” Jensen’s gaze was stuck on her, his lips pulled into a thin line and his arms rigid at his side. “Y/N?”

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment and sighed deeply before answering. “It was a long time ago… It’s not a big deal. I’m just asking him to leave now.”

“I don’t give a shit if it was yesterday or a lifetime ago. He put his hands on you and put you in the hospital. Yes or no?”

She tried to swallow back the lump of anxiety in her throat. Words wouldn’t come, but she wouldn’t lie to protect Nate anymore, either. Slowly, Y/N nodded.

In a flash, Jensen took a few lunging steps towards Nathan, grabbed his shirt at each shoulder and shoved him hard up and into the wall. His face was contorted into disgust and it was taking all of his will power not to pummel the man right there.

“What the fuck did you do to her?!”

Y/N could hear footsteps from upstairs, the volume of the argument reaching the top floor of the townhouse. Just as Jensen was getting in Nate’s face, Rob and Jason were there, trying to pull Jensen off him.

“Jay! Come on man be smart!” Rob yelled, yanking at Jensen’s shirt as Jason wrapped an arm around his waist, trying to move him back.

Jensen stopped resisting and let go of Nate’s shirt. He stepped back but was still breathing heavily through his nostrils from the rush of adrenaline.

Nate laughed and smoothed out his shirt. “That’s what I thought,” he mumbled and took a step towards the front door. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m going. I see you for what you are now. You ain’t worth--”

Nathan was stopped by the motion of Jensen’s fist connecting with his mouth. Taken off guard, Jensen cocked his arm back the second Rob and Jason had let him go. He had no intention of letting Nate get off that easy. Leaving or not, Jensen would have the last word here. No way he was going to let Nate say anything else, especially not about his girl.

Nathan went spiraling backward, and slammed into the front door, then slid to the tile. He grabbed onto his jaw where Jensen punched him and felt the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

“Come on! You’re so fucking tough to him a woman?! Hit me, asshole! I dare you!”

“Jensen! Jay, please… Just… let him go,” Y/N was standing in front of him now, pushing him back towards the living room and out of Nathan’s reach. “Please, look at me.” She could feel how tense his body was and she was amazed she was even able to move him back at all. Y/N touched his cheek and then lay the same hand on his chest; simply trying to get his attention.

From behind her Nathan snorted a laugh and muttered, “Yeah, that didn’t take long.”

“Dude, I think you need to leave. Now,” Rob warned, feeling ready to lay down some swift justice himself. “Seriously. Fun’s over.”

“I swear to God if you come anywhere near her again…” Jensen growled then trailed off, knowing he needed to be careful, but seething to make a definitive promise of bodily harm. He finally looked away from Nate and into Y/N’s gaze. He saw her desperation for this to be over. For her, he released the tension in his body and laid his hand over hers that rested on his chest.

Nate didn’t say anything else. He glared at Y/N incredulously and gathered himself before opening the front door. When he was done eyeing her with an air of disgust, his gaze flicked up to Jensen. Nate spat on the floor and laughed, then went out the front door and slammed it behind him, making Y/N jump.

Jensen put his arms around her and pulled her into him. He held her until she stopped trembling, then walked her to the couch. In that time, Rob wiped up the floor, so Y/N wouldn’t have too. He and Jason thought it best to give their friends a few moments alone, so they quietly went back upstairs after setting all the locks on the front door.

“You alright?” Jensen asked her. She was tucked into the crook of his arm on the couch, and he was grateful she had stopped shaking.

“Me? How’s your hand? You hit him pretty hard.”

“Eh, it’s fine,” he reassured her and flexed it once or twice. “Promise. Just a little sore.” Jensen sat up and turned to face her. “Why didn’t you tell me what he did? And, I’m not trying to judge you, but why would you ever let him back into your life after he did… whatever he did?”

Y/N slowly shook her head. “I don’t know. He never used to be violent. After the drugs and drinking though, he got that way. We were at the Bamboo, and he had come for money and I wouldn’t give him any. He hit me, square in the face. Broke my nose and when I fell back, I hit my head and got a concussion.”

“Hence the hospital stay.”

“Yup.”

“Jesus,” Jensen sighed and took her hand in his. “He won’t hurt or scare you again. Ok? I won’t let him. In fact, I think it would be safer if you just come stay at my place. I won’t be there a lot, but, better than you being here alone. I don’t like the idea of that while I’m in Vancouver.”

“No, Jay--”

“No, listen. Please… Y/N…For me, for my peace of mind, come stay. We’ll wrap this up and then go back to my house--”

She was shaking her head emphatically. “No. I won’t do that. I won’t let him chase me away. I had to move away from the bungalow for months after that happened because I was afraid. I won’t leave my home again because of him. I won’t, so please don’t ask me too.”

Jensen was quiet for a minute but agreed to stop asking. “If he should come back around, you don’t hesitate to call 911. And tomorrow, I’m calling an alarm company and getting one installed.”

“Jensen,” she sighed, “That’s not necessary.”

“It is to me. And if you won’t come to my place. I will make sure you’re safe when I can’t be here. Sorry, Trix, those are the rules if you’re gonna date me.” His expression shrugged, and it made her smile. That’s all he ever wanted to do was to make her smile.

“I can handle that,” she said and leaned against him again.

“Do you… are you still--I mean, if you wanna cancel tomorrow,” Jensen started half-heartedly, hoping she would stop him. He wasn’t disappointed.

“Oh no, fuck that. We are going out tomorrow. I refuse to let that assclown ruin anything else. Especially that.”

Jensen breathed a sigh of relief and kissed the top of her head. “Good. That makes me happy.”

“Can I ask you a favor?” Her voice seemed small and timid.

“Anything.”

“For the rest of the night, can we not say his name or bring this up again? Everything was so perfect before he came and ruined it.”

“That is something we can do. You know what else, we can do?” he asked and pulled back to look down at her.

“Eat chicken kabobs. Good ones too. Maybe Rob and Jason even saved some of the salsa for us.”

“Now you’re just setting yourself up for disappointment, Jensen,” she teased.

She loved how despite the chaos that just erupted, he could roll with the punches and provide her with the tools she needed to get back on track with feeling good and skirting the void she used to fall into where Nathan was concerned. Jensen was a beacon for her, and she was grateful to have him in her life.

“Call me a hopeless dreamer,” he laughed and stood up from the couch. He offered her a hand and pulled her up to her feet. She turned to go, but he stopped her and made her face him.

He didn’t say a word, just kissed her softly and gave her hand a squeeze. She saw that he winched a little when he did and knew he was downplaying how badly his hand hurt. Y/N walked into the kitchen and went into the freezer. She pulled out a bag of frozen peas and met him near the staircase.

“Gimmie,” she demanded and waited for him to put his hand out. She rested it gently against the bag of peas and adjusted it to cover his knuckles.

“Robbie’s right, you are bossy.”

“It’s a gift,” she shrugged it off.

“It’s cute.”

She shook her head and concentrated on his hand. “I have sports tape somewhere. I’m a klutz, constantly tripping over stuff, so I learned to keep it on hand.”

“Hey, Y/N, it's fine. I’m fine. I promise. Go upstairs and help the guys. I should go flip the chicken. Then we’ll work and after which you and I can just concentrate on tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? What’s tomorrow?” she asked, but couldn’t keep a straight face. “Still cute?”

Jensen nodded. “Ridiculously so.”

Jensen called first thing the next morning, letting Y/N know the security company would arrive by ten for a consultation, and the installation was scheduled for the day after she left, with Jensen promising to be there to oversee it. They chatted casually about that evening, and he was very mysterious and vague about the plans he had made for them. Only that she should wear whatever she wanted, and be ready by six.

There was much different energy throughout that day then there was the last time she spent an afternoon getting ready to go out with him. Y/N leisurely searched through her closet and pulled out a white, cotton dress, with a delicate lace overlay that came to mid-thigh. Pairing it with her favorite jewelry and sandals, she grabbed her light blush colored purse just as his knock rapped at the door.

Y/N exhaled a steady breath before she opened the door. She had been out places with Jensen a dozen or more times, but tonight was different. It wasn’t about work or the festival, it wasn’t planning or brainstorming. This was just Trix and Hollywood, going on a date and that put a mild tremor into her nerves.

She opened the door and saw him standing there staring off into the parking lot. There were a few times she was struck by just how gorgeous he was, but that night, Jensen took her breath away. He wasn’t dressed in anything more than a pair of blue-grey pants and a tight-fitting, long sleeve cream color shirt, but there was something about him that left her speechless.

When Jensen turned and was able to take in the full sight of her, his expression fell, along with his jaw.

Y/N had a moment of panic at his reaction. “What? It's too much, right? I’m way overdressed—” she paused when Jensen looked like he may say something but stopped. “Underdressed? I could change.”

Y/N went to turn, already running through other things she could throw on real quick. Before she could get far, Jensen’s hand gently grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“You’re perfect.”

“You’re biased.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged and guided her closer towards him. “But I don’t care. You’re perfect just how you are.”

She looked away bashfully, momentarily unable to handle the way he was looking at her. Y/N didn’t know if she could accurately describe just how intense it felt; just that it made every hair on her arms stand at attention, and every nerve ending spark with live current. Jensen offered his elbow to her just like he did on New Year’s Eve, and once again, she took it happily, closing the front door behind her.

As Jensen escorted her from the front door to his truck, Y/N had a moment where she wondered if he made her feel like he did because he was simply the most genuine and kind man she’d been out with, or if it was because that’s what it felt like when you met your soulmate. He opened the car door for her and once she was in and he closed it, she watched him walk around the front of the truck and thought the night would help her to figure that out.

“You never did tell me where we were going,” she said as she watched the city roll by from the passenger window. “I mean, this is you we’re talking about, so I don’t know if you’re taking me to McDonald’s or to The Met.” Y/N turned her head from the window to look at him and was met by a deadpan roll of the eyes.

“Seriously? McDonald’s?” he sighed.

“What? I’m not exactly a five-star bistro kinda girl, Jay. I’m ok with Mickey D’s, as long as you let me supersize.” She wiggled her brows and winked at him. Even when she was being purposefully sarcastic, he found her adorable.

“We are definitely not going to either of those places. I was shooting for something more in the middle.”

“A hint, perhaps?”

“Nope. Sorry, Trix. You’re just going to have to be patient. Besides, we’ll be there before you know it.”

“Mean.”

“Terribly,” he smirked and directed his eyes back to the road in front of him.

True to his word, they arrived at the secret location shortly after. Jensen directed his truck through the entrance and to the parking lot, finding a space and killing the engine. Y/N realized they were in Republic Square and felt slightly confused until she spotted the sign near the edge of the lot that read “Jazz in the Park, Featuring FOR TONIGHT ONLY, Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox”. The realization hit her as to the evening’s entertainment and she whipped her head around to him.

“Seriously?! You got tickets that last minute?! I’ve always wanted to see Postmodern Jukebox!” she squealed and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze.

In all the months he knew Y/N, Jensen had never seen such a rush of excitement come over her. He thought he had seen all of her expressions, but this was new and he found himself liking it, a lot.

“I did. I heard you talk about them enough, and saw there were a few tickets left so I grabbed ‘em.”

“You’re amazing, Jay, thank you,” she breathed, then leaned over and left a longing kiss on Jensen’s cheek.

His breath caught in his throat like it always did when she was that close. But Jensen was able to maintain his composure. “Come on, let’s go find a good spot.”

Once they were out of the truck, he went into the bed and retrieved the oversized plaid blanket he had there along with a big wicker basket.

“Well, well, maybe you ARE a Boy Scout after all,” Y/N said, surprised at all the effort he had put in for their date that had been planned with such short notice.

“Shall we?” he asked, tucking the blanket between his arm and the basket, and offering her his free hand.

Y/N smiled and took his hand, lacing their fingers together, excited for what the evening had in store. “Yes, please.”

After claiming a spot close to the stage, but not in the middle of the crowd, Jensen spread out the blanket and set the basket on top. He offered a hand to Y/N as she went to sit, then took his place beside her.

The park had been transformed into an intimate setting with the addition of twinkling white lights that were strung through the trees that lined the perimeter of the concert area. The evening air was a perfect temperature, and off in the distance, beyond the dreamy atmosphere of the fairy-like trees, the insects of twilight could be heard performing their own concerto.

“What’s in there?” she asked pointing at the basket, then lifting the lid to inhale the familiar, savory aroma. “What did you bring?!”

“Well,” Jensen said, a sly smirk on his face as he pulled the basket closer and opened it up a little. “Wine, cheese, grapes, some caviar--” he looked to Y/N and saw her eyes narrowed at him.

“I know the smell of a burger, Jay. Don’t give me that wine and cheese crap. What did you get?!” She sat up on her knees and tried to get a look in the basket, but he snapped it shut before she could. “Mean!” she sat back on her heels and pretended to pout.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. Y/N continued to protrude her lower lip and look at up him with wide, sad eyes. “Come on, don’t ruin my fun. Close ‘em.”

Y/N played along and closed her eyes. A moment later she felt him place something in front of her and when he gave her the ok, she was able to see the lengths he really went to for their first date. Sitting on the blanket in front of her, was a six-pack of her favorite brew from his brewery and two styrofoam containers from The Salty Sow.

Jensen went back into the basket and retrieved utensils and napkins just as the opening band took the stage. The smooth soulful jazz was a nice backdrop to a dinner of their favorite burgers and the light, playful banter that flowed so easily between them. By the time that band had played through their set, Jensen and Y/N had cleared the debris from the food and were ready for PMJ to take the stage next.

There was a good size audience spread out across the meadow, and they all rose to their feet when Postmodern Jukebox began to play. They kicked off the first set with the more uptempo numbers, prompting a lot of the people that were up, to dance and move to the beat. Jensen took Y/N’s hand and tried to pull her close.

“Come dance with me, Trix.”

She laughed and shook her head. “I can’t dance, or did you forget?”

“Did I ever tell you that I have a bucket list?” he asked, ignoring her and refusing to let go of her hand.

“No,” she sighed, “do tell…”

“Well on that list, it very clearly says, ‘dance with Y/N’. Are you really going to deny me a chance to cross something off my bucket list?” he asked with a feigned offense. “Really?”

“The first night I met you, I told you I dance like Elaine from Seinfeld, remember? Why would you subject yourself to that?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, I remember. I also remember jumping into the frigid ocean just to get your attention,” he said, and brought her hand to his chest and held it there. “I remember asking you to come work with me…” his picked up her wrist, and brought it up to his shoulder, and laid her hand behind his neck. “I remember how you rolled your eyes at me constantly…” Y/N rolled her eyes purposefully at him, causing a smug grin to unfurl on his lips. “Yup, just like that.”

Finally, he slipped his arms around snuggly around her waist and began to sway her slowly to the music before he continued. “I remember you finally agreeing to come work with me after I sang Joy to the World, and then spent the night.”

The song ended, and just as Y/N half-heartedly tried to break away from him, PMJ’s cover of “Stay With Me” started to play. Jensen brought her in even closer, leaving barely a breath of space between their bodies.

“Oh no, that was barely a dance… Besides, I didn’t tell you what I remember the most about that first night.”

“What?” she asked, the question nearly silent as it caught in her throat.

“What I remember most, is how beautiful you looked in the moonlight.”

Y/N felt her chest ache at his words, and she instinctively felt the need to play it off like what he said was no big deal. She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Laying it on a little thick, huh Hollywood?”

“No,” he breathed. “Not gonna let you do that.” His face turned serious as he held her a little tighter. “I mean it, Y/N. I knew that night that somehow, someway, I would get to hold you like this.”

“Jensen…” she breathed, unsure of what should come next.

Words were failing her. There was no snappy comeback, no witty retort she could throw at him that would shift the mood of the moment. What surprised her more was that she didn’t really want it to. Y/N wanted to be real with him. The simple act of allowing herself to dance with him was her being pretty open already, but she knew she had to go further. She wanted to put the walls down and be as vulnerable as he was; she craved it. Past experiences and regrettable choices were the only things holding her back, and it was while she danced with Jensen that she came to understand that they didn’t matter anymore. Jensen knew her, understood where she came from and how she’d been hurt because he had been too. He saw that in her and still wanted to be there, holding her while they danced under a canopy of stars.

Y/N sighed softly, and when her eyes were able to meet his she found the confidence to say what she needed to. “You were the first person I told that story to… the one about my dad. No one knew about that; not even my brother.”

The little smile Jensen had been wearing fell and was replaced by something softer. “Really?”

“Mhm, I just never wanted to share that. That was my thing with him. But that night, I don’t know, it just felt right. I wanted to tell you about it. I knew you were someone special when you jumped in the water and sang the song with barely any hesitation. I knew then that he would have liked you.”

“You think so?” Jensen smiled proudly hearing that from her. “I didn’t hesitate because I knew you’d be worth it. Whatever it took, would have been worth it for you to say yes,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

“After everything, you still think that?”

Jensen nodded, “Absolutely. What makes you think otherwise? Because of yesterday?”

Y/N shrugged. “Maybe. And, New Year’s… I know we promised to move on but, Jay… I still feel terrible, and--.”

“Don’t. I’m glad it happened the way it did. My head wasn’t ready for it all yet. Neither was yours. But having that time between then and now, I know for sure that whatever this is, isn’t just a passing thing. But I get still being cautious. So, if that means moving slowly towards something, I am happy to take the scenic route.”

“You really mean that?” she asked.

Before he responded, Jensen took a moment, letting his eyes gaze over her face, taking note of every freckle, the little dimples that only appeared when she smiled a certain way and how her eyes softened when she did. It was rare for him to see her like this; free of the facade she put up to keep people at arm’s reach. This was Y/N, real, raw and stunningly beautiful in her vulnerability.

“Yeah, I really mean that. I’m in, Trix. I’m all in. Just promise you won’t shut me out; not about what you feel, not about your past, not about what you want for your future. And I promise you to do the same.”

“Wow… dinner, music, dancing and heartfelt promises… what’s next?”

“Aaand there she is,” he teased, the smiling growing on his lips was still there when he leaned in to kiss her.

Y/N kissed him back as they danced close, eventually resting her head his chest, and his cheek to the top of her head as the song came to a close.

The band took a short intermission, so Jensen and Y/N sat back down and he opened them each another beer. As they got comfortable stretching out on the blanket, she began to look around the park. He watched her closely, something he had become quite fond of doing, and could tell that her mind was plotting and planning for when this park was under their control later that year.

“Stop it,” he chuckled and drank from the bottle.

“Stop what?”

“Planning. Plotting. Whatever you’re doing. No work tonight.”

“I’m not!” she objected and took a sip of her own beer, then shrugged subtly and sighed. “Ok, maybe I was, a little. But, I can’t help myself. I’m excited. Seeing this place set up like this, I can really envision our stage up there when the time comes.”

“It is pretty exciting. Honestly, I can’t believe how close it's getting. I couldn’t have done it without you, you know.”

“I know,” she sighed, waiting a beat, then winked at him playfully.

“Since it came up… there is one thing we haven’t talked about.”

“What’s that?”

“Well… since I met you, I’ve seen you do burlesque, play piano and sing with Bri, jam with Robbie… but you have yet to sing with me even once.”

“We can sing together anytime, Jay,” she chuckled.

“No, I mean at the festival.”

“You wanna sing with me at Brewfest?” she breathed. “Really?”

“You bet your ass I do, I think we should do a few songs together. Besides that, I think you should get up there with a band and do your own stuff. I know you have songs ready and I also know that Louden Swain would be more than happy to learn them and back you up on stage.”

“I--I don’t know, Jay. I’m doing a number with The Corsettes at one of the theater locations downtown, and I would be thrilled to share a stage with you. I don’t know about my stuff though. It’s not…” she trailed off and shrugged. “It’s just not good enough.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“How would you know? You haven’t even heard it yet,” she laughed and waved him off.

“Because Robbie heard it. I trust Rob and he said its beyond good. Will you at least think about it?”

The stage came to life again as the band returned from the brief intermission. Just as the music picked up again, she turned to Jensen and nodded. “I promise to think about it.”

Jensen leaned over and left a soft kiss on her cheek. “That’s my girl,” he whispered before pulling away and leaning back on his hands; his long legs stretched out before him, giving his attention over to the stage.

Several songs later, Y/N found herself leaning back on her hands as well, her shoulder leaning against Jensen’s, just lazily enjoying the show. The music was heavenly and the air of the evening was deliciously warm with the slightest bit of a breeze. The opening notes of “Every Breath You Take” began, and it made her sit up a little straighter. The original being a favorite, this particular cover was quite beautiful. As the songstress’ voice filled the park, Y/N couldn’t help but look over at Jensen, who wasn’t watching the stage at all; his eyes were firmly fixed on her.

Jensen sat up. He gingerly took her legs and swung them his way so they were draped over his lap, and slid her across the blanket so she was as close as she could be. She giggled and locked in with his gaze. He left his hand to rest on her knee and leaned in to kiss her again. It was soft and gentle, and when she kissed him back, his hand began to move slightly up her thigh, brushing past the hem of her dress. Her hand was on his cheek, sliding to his jaw than to his collarbone and coming to on the back of his neck.

She tried to remember they were in a public place, but the feel of his lips against hers was too good right then to let go of. With this particular song as the backdrop, she felt herself getting lost in him. Jensen’s lips moved from her mouth but didn’t go far. He left a trail of delicate, lingering kisses along her jaw until he reached her neck. He kissed her there, softly yet wanting. The path of his lips stopped when he reached the collar of her dress, and that’s when he lifted his head and met her gaze.

Jensen caressed her cheek with his hand and smiled wistfully. “So, better than Rome would have been?”

“Way better,” she whispered and leaned into his touch, finding his lips again and continued kissing him sweetly.

It didn’t get heated, or greedy; it was tempered and loving. Just the two of them lost in each other and in the song. When it ended, they let the other go. Jensen put his arm around her and held her as close as he could until PMJ closed the show a short time later.

The drive back to the townhouse was quiet but in a comfortable, contented kind of way. The next day she would be off to Seattle, then to New Jersey. Jensen would be back in Vancouver by the time she returned, so it was their last bit of time together for who knew how long.

He parked the truck and went around to open her door for her.

“I gotta say, Hollywood, you are quite the gentleman. Your mama did a damn good job.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her you said that,” he said, and squeezed her hand.

They strolled up to the front door, neither wanting the night to end, but knowing that it had too. If she was lucky, she could get in four solid hours of sleep before leaving for the airport.

“I feel sixteen again,” Jensen chuckled, feeling a little nervous. “Afraid your dad is gonna start flashing the porch light at us. So, when are we in the same city again?”

Y/N sighed, and Jensen thought she seemed as suddenly anxious as he was. “I’m not sure. I hope soon.”

“Before San Diego would be good. Think we could work that out?”

“I will do some planning on the plane. We’ll make it work.”

“Well, since things are going to get hectic, do me a favor and clear the first weekend in August.”

“August? Why August?”

“Gen is throwing Jared a belated birthday, Luau style.”

“Oh, well now, that seems fun. Are you asking me to be your date?” she asked and raised her brow in question and flashed the impish smile he couldn’t get enough of.

“What do you think?”

“I think I need to find a grass skirt.”

“Oh God, please, yes. Do that.” Jensen bit his lower lip at the thought of it and she smacked him gently. “I guess this is goodnight, huh?”

Y/N’s smile faded and she reluctantly nodded. “Unless you wanna cancel the festival and run off somewhere...” she tried to tease, but there was the underlying disappointment and knowledge that of course, they couldn’t.

“Don’t tempt me, Trix.”

“Alright. Another time, then?”

“Absolutely,” he said, almost breathless at the thought.

They embraced under the light on the porch and held each other for a long minute. Jensen kissed her, and despite the warm night air, ripples of goosebumps cascaded down her arms. He could feel himself craving more of her. Jensen was the first to break away; he had too.

“I should go,” he sighed. “If I don’t…” Jensen just shook his head and ran his tongue out and over his bottom lip.

“I know… I should go, too. Get some sleep. Thank you for tonight. It was perfect.”

“It was pretty perfect, wasn’t it?” He took a step off the porch and started to slowly head for the driveway. He paused and turned around, continuing to walk back towards his truck. “Let me know when you land tomorrow, okay? And how that schedule pans out…”

Y/N nodded, and pulled the door key from her purse and called out to him, “Night, Hollywood.”

She knew she should go in, but she didn’t want to until she saw him in the truck. Knowing he wouldn’t leave until he saw her actually go inside, Y/N unlocked the door and did just that. She closed it behind her, set the deadbolt, then closed her eyes and leaned her back against it.

“Oh, girl... “ she whispered to the empty room. “You are so, incredibly fucked.”

Thirty minutes later, Y/N had retreated up to her room and changed into her pajamas. She’d gone through her nighttime rituals and slipped under the covers with a contented sigh. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand to check her alarm, and before she could navigate to the clock, the phone started to ring. The same mysterious number came up that had been calling on and off since Chicago. She pressed answer and brought it to her ear.

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Look, if you’re gonna keep calling, at least try to scam me or sell me something!” she groaned and waited another second. Ready to hang up, she stopped when she finally heard another voice.

“Stay the fuck away from Jensen. Alright? You’re outta your league here, lady. I saw you two tonight… the way you act around him, disgusting. No one should have had to see that! So why don’t you leave him the fuck alone and go back to that cesspool you came from!”

The other end went silent and the call ended. She immediately went to the call history and hit redial, refusing to let Dee--and she knew it was Dee--get in the last word. The call wouldn’t connect anytime she tried to dial, it would just beep three times fast, then end the call.

“Sorry, Dee,” Y/N muttered with a breath of anger, as she went back to the call log and blocked the number. “You’re too late, he’s already moved on.” She tossed the cell back to the bedside table and fumed before the image of Jensen floated back in her mind.

Her beacon of light. She replayed his words “...I’m all in...” and laid back down in the bed.

“Dee... Nathan... neither one of them are going to ruin this for us,” she whispered as she tried to close her eyes and drift off to sleep. “I won’t let them.”

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houseofglass · 5 years ago

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I’ve got to get this off my chest.

Y’all have heard by now that Jared was arrested for public intoxication and assault. Many are gushing support for Jared, making excuses for his behaviour (mental illness, stress, etc.) but I’m not going to. Why?

There is no excuse for his behaviour. There are, however, reasons that contributed to his behaviour.

By ‘inexcusable’ I mean he’s a grown man, already aware of how alcohol affects him, already cognizant of the stress in his life, already in treatment for his depression. If he was barely legal age and new to fame, money, and paparazzi then I’d excuse this as a one-off, a fuckup of mountainous proportions.

But, like I said, he’s a mature adult, so I don’t excuse him.

I do understand there may be evidence we haven’t seen and therefore there may be more to that video than meets the eye. All we know for sure is:

he was intoxicated

he pulled money (or something that looks like money) out of his pocket

he had another person in a headlock

Intoxication may be from a mixed source. He was at his bar, Stereotype, where he’s been known to hang out. He had been drinking. It’s also possible he ingested some other drug as well, but only a blood test will reveal that. We may never know. (some may even blame alcohol interfering with anti-depressant medication)

He pulled money out of his pocket. Why? Some say it was to bribe the police. Sure, I guess. It could also be he remembered to pay his tab and pulled money out to do so. We don’t know, because we don’t have a direct line to the inside of Jared’s mind. I know, from experience, that intoxication can muddle thoughts. He could have simply been counting his money because he remembered he should count his money. Drunk brains don’t function very well.

He had another person in a headlock. Was that violent? Yeah, it was. Even if he was goofing around, it was still violent. Props to Jared for letting go instead of squeezing tighter.

Police arrived and because arrest records are public we know he has two charges of assault and one of public drunkenness totaling $15,000. I don’t know how Austin’s court system works but I imagine Jared will pay the fine and be done with the whole thing.

But it begs the question: what caused this public display of inappropriate behaviour? What are those reasons I mentioned above?

Well, regardless of whether or not you’re a tinhat, Jared and Jensen are very close. They have a tight, unique relationship. One that’s about to change. Jared’s new show Walker, Texas Ranger was picked up (although it may be dropped now, time will tell) and Jensen is releasing a music album. They won’t be filming together, won’t spend nine months of the year together, won’t be around to catch all the day-to-day shit that couples/tight friends catch. They will be two separate people doing two separate things when they used to be two separate people doing the same thing. This adjustment will be difficult for both of them, probably in ways they haven’t yet realized.

Also, Jared’s fan interaction has been limited lately. He’s been spotted at sporting events and bars. Fans get their pics with him and report it online. But other than those two events, where is Jared spotted? Conventions and filming are his job so they don’t count. Events with his wife seem to be more for her blog than for any kind of couple time, therefore also work in my eyes. And maybe my dash isn’t as comprehensive as others in terms of Jared’s whereabouts, but each time a new pic popped up of Jared meeting fans in a bar I’d think, another bar? Another drinking night? It really did seem like the only pics of Jared without Jensen were of Jared drinking. I’m sure someone will point out how wrong I am, which is cool. My general feeling is that bar encounters outweigh others.

Sidebar: this has been bugging me for a while but I was reluctant to post anything about it. Jared drinks a lot, according to social media. It feels like there’s an awful lot of pics of Jared from bars when he’s not working. I’ve seen posts on my dash about how Jared looks happier when he’s out drinking with fans than he is with his wife. Or how Jared is hanging out at a bar while Jensen does *insert whatever event here*. Why? Why would a man who’s closing up on 40 be hanging out in a bar? Doesn’t he have friends to hang out with? Other activities to do? Um, children to parent? I’m sure he does all those things, but when I look at only his media I see a man who drinks a lot. Also, alcohol is a depressant. If you already have depression, alcohol will exacerbate the depression and the person’s thoughts will begin a downward spiral until alcohol is not imbibed. This is a slippery slope, and I’m genuinely hoping Jared sees his behaviour for the escalation that it is and to get that shit under control.

I’ve been here on Earth longer than J2, longer than Misha even, and I know that sometimes people make bad decisions. It happens. Mind altering substances assist in bad decisions. After all, the first part of the brain disabled by alcohol is the self-assessment part, so people usually think they’re just fine while drinking when they are, in fact, not fine at all.

But what’s really important here is how Jared behaves in the aftermath and when fans have forgotten this chink in his armour. If he continues to go out drinking when not working, he’s likely to repeat the bad behaviour or come up with whole new bad behaviours. If he slows down and remains sober around fans he’s less likely to repeat this event.

But that’s the key. The incident itself is regrettable and probably embarrassing for him. It’s how he behaves in the future that matters.

(ps - it’s almost like Jared wanted to be important again. He told a story about breaking up a fight recently, France maybe? I don’t remember. But he’s broken up fights before and boasted about it. He’s also been involved in fights where someone was insulting the person he was with. Like, in his drunken mind he thought he was being the hero but things went sideways. It’s interesting that this occurred right around the time Christian Kane was guest starring on Supernatural and Jensen was headlining yet another non-Supernatural event. Jared struggles with feeling like he’s not enough, I wonder if he felt inadequate somehow and it built up to the point of the incident this past Saturday night/Sunday morning. I’d love to know, but I understand I’ll never have that privileged access to his life.)

#Jared Padalecki #arrested #public drunkenness #assault #I hope he's okay #I hope he corrects his behaviour

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preface2adreamplay · 5 years ago

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 19) - Myself A Storm

Summary: A Jared Padalecki /OFC/ Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef & Claire head to a convention, with a few surprises :)

Married Jared! Single Oscar! Single Richard!

Chapter warnings: Cursing, fluffy smut, a bit of ranting.

Chapter WC: 3,800

With shadows tall and grim, and histories inked in sin.

‘It’s a convention, we just walk around and look at stuff.’

Claire was near to stomping her foot with discontent. She didn’t want to come to the convention, she didn’t want to get on the plane and she absolutely didn’t want to walk around and look at stuff.

She was lovesick. Richard wouldn’t be arriving until the next morning.

It wasn’t unlike Claire to be cranky when she didn’t get her own way, but this was almost insufferable.

‘Well I’m going to go get a drink at the bar if you want to join me, you are welcome to. But don’t bring bitch-Claire with you.’

Stef threw her bag over her shoulder and put her hand on the door handle, from the corner of her eye, she could see Claire pausing while putting on her mascara. She pouted at her reflection.

‘I’m sorry, Stef.’

The apology took her by surprise, ‘I know you miss him, but he will be here in 10 hours so let’s just try enjoy the time before I don’t see you because you’ll be too busy being romanced.’ Stef waited for her friend to respond.

Claire sighed heavily, chucking the rest of her make up back into its case. ‘Ok, fuck it. I’m being a dickhead, let’s get a drink. I hate men!’

Stef laughed, ‘you hate men?’

‘Only the men that make me feel like this!’

‘You’re angry at Richard coz he’s not here yet?’ Stef bit her lip, watching her friend struggling to slip her arms into her jacket.

‘Bitch, hang on I’ll help you, chill.’

Claire huffed. ‘Yes I’m angry with him for not being here all the time. He should be at my beck and call, you know.’ The sarcasm was there, but there was sincerity behind it too.

‘I’m in love with him, Stef.’

Stef fumbled with the jacket collar, Claire turning to look at her, to see her reaction.

‘I know you do.’

‘It’s very new to me. I’m not really sure what to do with myself when he’s not around.’ Claire was adorable in these moments, dewy and doe eyed.

‘Enjoy it, coz that feeling fades.’

‘Fades to what?’ Her eager eyes meeting Stef’s.

‘A different kind of love. The type where you would do anything for them, your tummy doesn’t squirm around like it used to, but your skin hums when they’re around.’

‘That’s beautiful. I’m at the squirmy stage, but the next part sounds good too,’ Claire whispered.

‘Morning snuggles that you love turns into ‘you’re breathing on me, turn over.’’

Stef crinkled her nose, remembering the last time she lay awake while Jared slept next to her. That man could snore!

‘Yeah, for me it was always get out before they wake up, but I stick around for Richard to wake up so I can bring him coffee.’

‘Oh, you do love him.’ Stef simpered, throwing her arm around Claires shoulders, guiding her to the door. ‘So let’s go to the bar and talk about him some more, maybe even video call him so we can see his handsome face, huh?’

Claire squealed, pulling out her phone, unlocking it to show Stef her wallpaper, a cute photo of Richard leaning in to kiss Claire’s cheek, a similar face to what she was wearing now. Pure happiness.

Stef gave her friend a quick peck on the forehead. ‘So happy for you, honey.’

***

The bar was busy enough for how early it was. The girls picked at some nachos and dip while sipping beer from ridiculously tall glasses.

‘So, when you’re with Jared, do you get all the lovely squirmy love feelings too?’ Claire had reapplied her lipstick twice already having lost most of it to the entire rim of the beer glass.

‘Kinda.’

‘What do you mean ‘kinda’,’ Claire looked at her quizzically.

‘Well, I do but I know that he’s not mine. If you get me?’

‘And the fact that he’s someone else’s husband stops you from knowing your true feelings for him?’

‘Kinda.’

Claire rolled her eyes. ‘Talk to me girl, you’re so fucking evasive.’

‘Well, it’s like this. I agreed to be the other woman, k? So that means when he’s not working, he’s with his family, when he’s away from his family, I’m his…’

‘Girlfriend.’

‘No.’

‘His whore.’ Claire winked.

‘Fuck off, Claire.’

‘What? I meant it in a nice way.’

Stef huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. ‘You’re not wrong.’

‘I know I’m not wrong, Stef. But you said it’s what you both wanted. So, he’s your whore too.’

Stef snorted a laugh. ‘Oh he is.’

Claire wriggled in her seat, a sure sign she was waiting for Stef to tell her everything.

‘No, bitch. You don’t get to know. Some things should stay private.’

‘Aw come on, I’d love to know what he’s like in the sack.’

Stef widened her eyes in warning, ‘I can’t just start talking about it, that’s not fair. I wouldn’t like it done to me!’

‘Fair enough!’ Claire scooped some guacamole onto her fork.

‘So, long term?’

Stef sighed, ‘I dunno.’

‘Not something you’ve talked about? I mean, it’s been about six months now.’

‘About that, since we met. We haven’t been seeing each other that long.’

‘You and Richard?’

‘Don’t change the subject!’ Claire poked a finger in Stef’s direction.

‘We both know it’s what you want to talk about,’ Stef waggled an eyebrow.

‘When will Jared be here?’

‘Sunday,’ Stef replied dismissively. ‘Do I have the hotel room to myself tonight?’

Claire let a contented sigh escape her mouth around the glass, ‘Most likely.’

‘Sweet, I’ll definitely be having phone sex with Jared, so don’t come back.’

Claire giggled, slopping beer down the front of her dress.

‘Oh fuck, I’m so nervous now thinking about Richard walking through the door. I feel like a schoolgirl.’

Stef snorted, remembering the line from Jared’s favourite movie, ‘I feel like a schoolboy again, a schoolboy who desperately wants to make sweet, sweet love to you.’ She snorted again thinking how that line worked out for Harry, poor guy.

Stef could sympathise, there were often times she was clumsy with words or even just her body. When they were teenagers, Oscar would (lovingly) call her a bonehead, though mostly ‘Steffy’, which evolved to Effie.

‘You’re mind has wandered, where did you go?’

‘Oscar.’ Stef blurted.

‘Oscar? Can you see him from here?’ Claire raised her hand and began waving excitedly.

‘Who are you waving at?’ Stef craned her neck looking about the room.

‘Oscar!’ Claire shouted.

‘Oh my fucking god.’

Oscar was standing in the doorway, dressed in black, looking suave as fuck. He smiled, waving back at Claire, his smile widening when he saw Stef gaping at him.

‘Did you know he was coming?’

‘No! Did you?’

‘Why would I know?’ Claire shimmied out of her seat to hug Oscar.

‘Hey Claire, so good to see you, it’s been an age.’

‘I know! You look good.’

Stef stood up, pulling Oscar into a hug without looking at him. Too tight of a hug maybe, she heard him grumbling.

‘You ok?’ He asked, putting a hand on her lower back.

‘Surprised to see you here, is all.’

‘Well, I had time off and someone invited me so I figured I’d come and see what was up.’

Sliding into the booth next to Stef, he ordered three more of the ridiculous sized beers.

‘You staying for the whole weekend, then?’ Stef bit her lip while Oscar nodded.

Shit, she thought. There’s no way in hell Oscar and Jared won’t run into each other.

‘Is that not ok with you Ms. James?’ Oscar queried, hearing her sigh.

‘Sorry, I read that if you don’t sigh, you die. That’s why all the people in the early version of the iron lungs died…’

Shut the fuck up, Stef, she thought, taking a huge gulp from her beer.

Oscar frowned at her before turning to Claire. ‘So how’s your dude?’

‘Oh my god, did Stef tell you about it?’

‘Uh, no…you did…that night you both got hella drunk and called me.’

‘Wow, yes, that was a fun night… I think.’

While they were both laughing, Stef was thinking about how she could keep the two men away from each other. Or why she would want to in the first place. Was she ashamed of what she was doing? Of course she was.

He had warned her it would get messy, she had disagreed. There were parts of her life she liked to keep away from each other, exes and new partners were definitely one of them.

Stef was so caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t realise Claire had left the table.

Oscar nudged her. ‘So what’s up, you can tell me if you’re not happy to see me.’

His half smile belied how he really felt. It wasn’t the happiest greeting he’d ever had.

‘I am happy to see you.’ She responded brightly.

‘But…’

‘But nothing, don’t be silly,’ leaning into him to brush her shoulder against his.

‘Ah ha, I know what’s going on.’

Stef raised her eyebrow, ‘you do?’

‘Mmhmm.’

Oscar didn’t say anything, putting both of his elbows on the table, he gulped down the last of his beer.

Stef waited for an explanation that never came. Once his beer was gone, Oscar stood up from the table and made to leave.

‘Don’t go!’ Stef reached for his hand, grabbing it just in time.

‘I just want to go for a piss.’

‘Oh,’ Stef felt a little deflated. And foolish.

‘I’ll leave you and loverboy alone this weekend, I promise.’ Oscar said softly, brushing his fingers through his dark curls.

‘I thought you were leaving coz I was being an asshole.’

‘Why are you worried we might be in the same place at the same time, there will be a couple thousand people here, the chances of us meeting are slim. And if I stay away from you, we will probably not even be in the same side of the hotel.’

‘I’m sorry. I’m just…can you sit down so I can explain, or should I stand up?’

Oscar huffed and sat down, her hand still wrapped around his.

‘You’re not an asshole…’

‘Well, I feel like one. I don’t want you guys to meet because I want to keep some things private.’

‘This is quite a public place to keep things private, Effie.’

‘I mean from you! There are some things I want to keep from you to keep myself sane.’

‘I don’t deserve all parts of your life.’

Stef agreed, just not out loud. It was true, he wasn’t her partner, he didn’t get to live every moment of her life with her.

‘I’ll be around, Stef.’

Sighing, Stef put her hand against her forehead, cursing herself. Why was she such a dick? It definitely wasn’t him, not this time.

Sitting alone for a few minutes before Claire came back, Stef held back the tears. She should go after him and apologise, but he was gone. The bar itself was now half empty, the convention was kicking off.

‘You ok, girl? Where’s Oscar?’

‘We had a disagreement.’ Stef said, sadly.

‘Oh no. About what?’

‘I told him I wanted him to leave me alone this weekend without actually using those exact words.’

‘Stef!’ Claire scolded.

‘I know, I should get over it and hang with him.’

‘Well, check who he is here with first, you don’t wanna be third wheel.’

‘Do you think he’s here with a woman?’

‘Probably, come on, he’s Oscar Isaac, he has women throwing themselves at him all the time. All. The. Time.’

‘Yeah I got it. Thanks.’ Stef rolled her eyes.

‘Can I give you some advice?’ Claire was typing something into her phone.

‘Sure.’

‘Stop giving a crap.’

‘Just like that?’

‘Yes. Just like that.’ Claire clicked her fingers. ‘You’re worrying about two men meeting. Two men that are crazy about you and fall over themselves to please you all the damn time. What’s the worst that could happen? They might take their shirts off and fight. But, seriously, you’re an adult, you’re not going to get into ‘trouble’ with anyone. If someone has a problem, tell them to fuck off.’

‘You’re right.’

‘I know I am. Now if you’re not going after Oscar to fall at his feet and plead with him to forget you’re a crazy, paranoid person, then help me face-time Dick.’

‘You don’t need my help with that.’

‘Then go find Oscar.’ Claire dismissed her friend with a wave.

The beer had gone to her head pretty quick. Or her legs, whichever. She was a little unsteady but she was wearing a pair of heels, terrible footwear for walking Stef always said.

Oscar was not in the bar, he wasn’t in the foyer and she wouldn’t have a chance of finding him in the huge rooms now stuffed with people.

After trying his phone and not getting an answer, she got caught on her way through the doors. A woman was waving and grinning. ‘Oh my god, I’m such a big fan. I can’t believe you’re here.’

‘Hey, thanks.’ Was all she could say. It was rare to be recognised, but in a place this busy there was a bigger chance of it happening.

‘Yeah, I came with a friend. It’s my first convention.’

‘Wow, are you here to support Jared?’ The fan asked, kindly.

‘Yes and no. I’ll hang with him when he gets here but I have always wanted to see what goes on at these places, huge chance of me going home with a case full of memorabilia I don’t need!’

‘You’re so cute, can I get a picture with you?’ The girl pulled out her phone.

‘Only if I can get a picture with you!’

Several clicks later, Stef asked that she be tagged in absolutely everything she takes pictures of this weekend. The fan was a sweet girl after all. You always need more sweet in your life, right?

The cool air rushed at her as she stepped out into the street, the sun was hanging low and bright in the sky. Hearing a whistle, she turned and found Oscar at the corner of the building across the street. He waved her over.

‘I thought you were giving up.’ Stef nodded to the cigarette hanging from his lips.

‘I thought you were giving up on me.’

‘Nah, I came to apologise.’

‘Oh really?’ Oscar laughed. He was always quick to let go of his bad moods.

‘Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m a jerk.’

‘Don’t apologise.’

‘I just did. So can you live with me being an asshat?’

Oscar shrugged, his gaze hanging on her like the smoke that clings to your clothes well after the cigarette is gone.

‘I’m not worried about anyone meeting you. It’ll just be less embarrassing for me if you guys don’t meet. And it was nice seeing you showing up like that.’ Stef crossed her arms across her chest, looking at the ground rather than at him.

He still didn’t say anything, he was just looking at her and she hated it. He was dissecting her. When she finally met his eyes, she wondered if he was undressing her in his mind. She could never really tell with him.

‘OK.’ He replied, simply, finishing his cigarette. ‘We’re both asshats. Can we enjoy the weekend together and not together?’

‘Yes.’ Stef walked towards him as he opened his arms to her.

‘Are you here with somebody?’

‘I’m here with a few people.’

‘That’s not what I was asking.’ She felt Oscar chuckle.

‘I’m here with someone and I’m here with a group of people too. So get out of here unless you meet and the world implodes.’

Stef shivered, rubbing her arms. She had left her jacket with Claire. ‘Oh god, I’ve left Claire in the bar.’

‘Oh no, that girl can’t handle herself, you should go to her rescue.’ Oscar said sarcastically, crossing the street back to the hotel.

‘Well, I didn’t think I’d be gone this long, I got stopped while I was looking for you.’

‘I haven’t been stopped yet.’

‘You’re super famous, so they’re probably afraid to approach you.’

‘It’s still early…’ his sentence was interrupted by someone shouting, no, screaming his name. Several women lunged at him, pushing cameras into his face.

Stef offered to take some pictures for them, even being surprised when one of them asked her for a photo too.

She took a mental note to thank Jared for making her recognisable in the street. It hadn’t been her music, it had definitely been him.

Oscar walked her back to the bar, walking as quickly as they could through the throngs of people gathering everywhere.

Claire was in an embrace when they found their table. Stef cleared her throat, surprised to see Richard’s head duck out from behind Claire.

‘Hey!’

‘Wow, two surprises in one day!’ Stef grinned at Claire.

‘Right? I called him and he pretended to be getting ready but he was already here!’

Richard was eyeing Oscar.

‘Oscar, Richard. Richard, Oscar.’ It wasn’t really necessary to introduce them but it was polite.

‘Well, tickle me pink. I had no idea you were coming here together.’

‘We didn’t,’ Oscar and Stef spoke together.

‘Just met randomly, actually.’ Oscar offered.

Claire was wiping lipstick from Richard’s face.

‘Are you joining us?’ Richard held his hand up for the server.

‘Why not.’ Oscar slid across the seat across from Richard, patting the empty space for Stef to sit next to him.

‘Great! Beers for all then.’

‘Yay!’ The giddiness from the couple opposite them was palpable.

While they whispered and giggled with each other, Oscar leaned in, ‘we were like that as teenagers.’

Stef grinned. ‘We were. It’s cute isn’t it.’

Oscar sighed, ‘man I miss those days.’

‘Of carefree making out!’ He laughed, seeing Stef make a face.

‘And feeling you up behind the gym hall.’ A shiver ran up her spine as he leaned in close to whisper.

‘Oscar!’ She whispered back, scolding him. Squeezing her hand on his knee, making him jump and try to pull her hand way.

‘Calm down there, you two.’ Richard winked at Stef when he saw her blushing.

This weekend is gonna be interesting, she thought.

***

Much like the previous hotel meeting, Jared was upon her before she had time to close the door.

His mouth was on her neck, biting playfully. ‘Having a good time so far? I brought you a gift.’

‘Why?’

Jared presented a rose by putting it between his teeth and lifting her and physically throwing her onto the bed.

‘Jared!’

Stef was giggling so much she couldn’t form a sentence. Jared was busy stripping to music in his head.

There would be no calming him. He would come down in his own time.

Once the excitement of seeing each other wore off, their clothes would be on the floor.

Jared lay next to her, running his hand along her hip, resting his long fingers against the cooling skin of her stomach. ‘It hasn’t even been that long since I’ve seen you but it feels too damn long.’ He complained.

‘I always say you’re insatiable.’ Stef propped herself up on her elbow, sweeping her fingers across the hair that fell into his face. He kissed her mouth, her chin, her eyelids.

‘Thanks for coming, by the way.’

‘You made me come.’

Jared shuddered with laugher, ‘I meant to the convention. Get your mind out of the gutter, Stef!’

‘NEVER!’

Stef launched herself onto him, pinning his arms down, straddling him. Her strength was no match for his, he could pull out of her meagre grip easily. But was enjoying this. Stef was wiggling her hips, grinding her core against his balls. His cock twitching against his stomach.

‘You gonna ride me, pretty girl?’

‘Maybe.’ She teased, leaning over him. Her nipples grazing lightly against the hair on his chest, he groaned as she kissed him. ‘Please, never stop kissing me like you do.’ Jared lifted his hips to grind into her as she moved, rubbing her slick along his cock.

Sliding her hand down the soft underside of his arm to his chest agonisingly slow, she sucked on his lower lip, pulling away for just a moment to see his face. His lips puckered, eyes closed. He looked beautiful, innocent even.

Her hand reached between them, pushing at his cock with her fingers so she could angle him at her entrance. His mouth fell open slowly as she slid down onto him.

Capturing her hands with his he pulled her flush against his chest, entwining their fingers over his head while she ground onto him.

Jared put his feet flat on the mattress to get some leverage so he could thrust into her, slow and steady, allowing the pleasure to build.

They were kissing softly, with tongues, sucking noisily at each other when he came with soft groan, halting his hips while he was still buried deep inside her.

‘I need your hands,’ she whispered against his jaw.

She was on her back, his fingers moving against her, inside her, his cum dripping from her swollen lips, he used it, pushing four of his fingers up against the front of her walls. She came hard, arching off the mattress, grabbing his hair.

Both panting, sticky with sweat, they lay in silence. Jared’s phone rang.

He ignored it until the second call came in. ‘What the hell?’ he grumbled, getting off the bed, Using his ‘clean’ hand to pick up his phone. His eyes widened when he saw his messages. A few had pinged while they were fucking.

‘What is it?’

Standing by the bed, gloriously naked, he cursed.

‘My family are here.’

‘At the hotel?’ Stef was pulling on her bathrobe.

‘They’re at my door right now. Gen says she’s been knocking, she wants to know where I am.’

Jared ran to the bathroom, a string of curses following him. Stef heard him running the water for a minute before grabbing his clothes and dressing quicker than she’d ever seen.

‘I’m so sorry, Stef. I didn’t know they were coming.’

’S’okay.’

Jared huffed angrily and took a steady breath. ‘I have to go see them.’

Stef threw his beanie to him as he was grabbing for the door handle.

‘Thanks.’

As he opened the door, he turned on his heel and moved towards her, grabbing the back of her neck and kissed her quickly. ‘I’ll make it up to you.’

Stef nodded. He was out of sight before the door clicked closed behind him.

‘I hate surprises.’ Stef threw herself back onto the bed.

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debaucheryandthings · 5 years ago

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Fandom, Mental Health, and Jared Padalecki

Hey Tumblr, it’s been several years since I’ve contributed to you other than a reblog here and there. What’s up? Hope you’re well.

I’ve started this post in my head several times, but as it comes to type it out, I don’t know where to start. I was even going to hold off until I could articulate better, but the #SPNFAM’s troubled big brother went and got charged with assault. We’ve all heard it by now, and it’s brought up a lot of repressed feelings on fandom for me. Maybe I should just start with what fandom was to me specifically.

For me (and for a lot, if not most of us) Fandom is/was a place for escapism and community. My fandoms spanned bands, books, movies, and shows like many others. Given my mental health struggles in my late teens/early to mid twenties, I leaned heavily into fandom for escapism and distraction. At first, finding people into the same “weird” stuff I was into and making connections with them was brilliant. Then everywhere I looked fandom politics became more prominent than the media itself and it became toxic and I had to step away. I’m not going to name specific fandoms, but if you care enough, glancing at my tumblr will lay it out pretty clearly.

Now, I do still enjoy media and can occasionally become obsessive like that again when my illness flares up, but I try not to dive in head first. I still go to concerts and live shows for artists I support and am active and admin in a couple fan communities. It’s just not my life anymore.

In the communities I’m still in, there are hundreds of posts and comments about how the artists saved that person. At Q&A’s I’ve been to, there have been several people at each session telling the artists how they’ve helped their mental health, telling them how they saved their lives, crying at them because of this, and so on and so forth. I used to feel the same way about different people at different parts of my life and different phases of my illness. I’m not judging these people; I think it’s great they got to express their gratitude in person or in a comment online. I just kind of got over it when one of the artists pointed out that they (the artist) themselves hadn’t done anything other than provide a tool the fan had chosen to use as a coping mechanism at that time - simple as that. Nobody else can save you; you save yourself.

I bring this up because of the whole #SPNFAM thing. Jared himself has been extremely open about his struggle with depression. There are countless tumblr posts, tweets, and other fan-media expressing how much he’s helped the poster/creator with their mental health. And that’s awesome. It really is. There’s the whole Always Keep Fighting (AKF) thing and if it helps people, fucking awesome!

But Jared has always been problematic, and that’s dangerous because of the position he’s put himself in as a mental health advocate. Hundreds, if not thousands, of impressionable and, dare I say it, vulnerable people lean hard on him and his positive mental health message and his continued bad behavior puts them at risk. Whether it be publicly feuding with an airline (weird, but essentially nbd), publicly shaming customer service people when he’s upset (there are several examples floating around including this one), using his non-apologies to defend his actions and make it seem like bullying others is an actual defense, making rape jokes at conventions, or now getting arrested and charged with assault, I think he needs to step up and live up to the pedestal he’s had no small part in placing himself upon.

I mean, yeah, celebrities get themselves into shit all the time, but it just kills me to see someone looked up to in the way he is behave the way he does. He literally has teenagers reaching out to him for help, and his most newsworthy stuff is him being the BIGGEST jackass. I used to be a huge Supernatural fan until the rape joke thing and I couldn’t separate the art from the artist anymore and haven’t been able to sit through an episode since.

When placing himself into the position he has with AKF, he’s GOT to know people are watching and looking up to him. Like I said in the last paragraph, literal 15-year-olds are reaching out to him for support. No, it’s not his place and he didn’t ask for that. Yes, it happens anyway. That’s the nature of celebrity and the nature of finding support for mental health outside of the professional field and the nature of fandom and of #fandomfamily and the #spnfam itself. You end up idolizing someone. Then seeing them at their worst and publicly messy like this is heartbreaking. This whole thing really just reiterates the whole “don’t meet your heroes” thing. Only with tabloids and the internet, there’s no separation between the heroes and the fans anymore. You can’t help but meet them and get to know them in this weird one-sided relationship we all have. Sometimes that person ends up sucking or being a really sad human being. Be better than this, Jared.

#supernatural #SPN #Jared Padalecki #SPNFamily #mental health #fandom

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1000roughdrafts · 6 years ago

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When Reality Starts to Falter - Part 7

Summary: You get a call from your ex, Jared, to work a few scenes on the set of Supernatural as a hunter that takes a liking to Dean. The producers love the chemistry between you and Jensen, so they decide to give you a full time gig. Feelings for Jared come back in a flush, but over time as your character falls for Dean you find yourself falling for Jensen.

Pairings: Ex!Jared X actress!Reader, Dean Winchester X hunter!reader, Single!Jensen X actress!Reader

Warnings: verbal fight, punch thrown, fluff, protective!Jensen, soft kiss

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This will also be fulfilling my Jared Padalecki square for @spndeanbingo

Masterlist Part Six

After telling Jensen everything about your break up with Jared, you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders. The only people to know the full truth had been you, Jared and Gen. Of course, that was how they wanted it. You felt like you were out numbered, and had you outed the truth - they would have denied it.

Jared and Jensen, after working together for years, were the best of friends. Over the course of your relationship with Jared, meeting Jensen and becoming friends with him ended up being the high point, but you knew that the bond they’d developed would always be greater than whatever kind of relationship you could build with Jensen.

That seemed to go out of the window last night, but only really became apparent on set today when the formerly clear and comfortable air started to tense, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath without really knowing why.

You were silent as ever as Polly put your makeup on for the day, despite all of her questions and excitement of your more than zealous performance with Jensen the day before. She, as well as everyone else, knows about your past with Jared and threw out that maybe everyone was acting weird because of the kiss. She figured maybe Jared heard it was a bit steamier than anticipated and perhaps he was jealous. It was the first thing to make you laugh.

You brush her hand away as Jensen walks by, apologizing to her as you sprint for him. You grip onto his shoulder before saying anything, turning him to face you. He doesn’t move his eyes, keeping them on the ground but you notice that they are absent and have tired circles forming underneath them.

“Are you okay?” you ask, nearly tripping on the words. “You’re not upset with me, right?”

His eyes finally flicker to yours, painted with surprise and squinting slightly, “what? Why would I be upset with you?”

You shrug, “we haven’t really spoken since last night and I - I don’t know. I mean,” you lower your voice to a whisper, “you and Jared are best fri-”

“Were,” he cuts in sharply. “I could never remain friends with a person who could hurt someone so deeply and be fine with keeping that a secret.”

You close your eyes, exhaling a long breath. This is not what you wanted to happen when you told him. You simply just wanted him to know about it, should there be anything forming between the two of you. What you didn’t want, was to cause tension on set.

He gently brushes your hand from his chest and rushes onto set, getting himself prepared for the last scene of the day. Ironically, the Winchester brothers are in another non-talking spell that your character forces them to break out of, but of course, that only leads to a fight between the two of them.

Begrudgingly dragging yourself behind him, you find your mark on set and prepare for the beginning of the scene. When the director calls ‘action’, you take slow steps to your next mark.

The Winchester’s stand facing away from each other in a small motel room. Dean has his arms crossed, and Sam exhales slowly before bringing himself around to face Dean’s back.

“Look, Dean. It was stupid,” he rolls his eyes, letting his arms fall to the side, “it was reckless and -”

Dean flips around, eyes full of animosity and eyebrows pointing into them, “stupid?” he repeats. Sam nods slowly. “Reckless?” He scoffs.

It was your idea to get them talking in the first place, so you take a few steps away from the bed should you have to moderate. The anger radiating from Jensen isn’t coming from Dean at all. You figure it has to be coming from what you confided in him the night before, and gulp in anticipation. You open your mouth to say your line, but Jensen speaks over you.

“It was more than just ‘reckless’. What you did was - it was cold blooded, it was cruel and it was downright disgusting,” he spits, using his hands to tally the adjectives. Sam folds his face in confusion, he as well as anyone knows this is not part of the script. Dean takes a step closer, ratting a finger at him. “I can’t believe the extent you went to, to make yourself happy. What you did to her, was-” he shakes his head, “there are no words for it.”

Turning away from him, Dean throws his hands on top of his head, running them down his face and letting out a long sigh.

“I - I don’t understand, Dean. I - I was doing what I could to protect you - protect Bell,” he says in an attempt to get back on track.

Jensen flips around again, waving his finger, “no! You were doing what was best for you, Jared! You were only focused on what made you happy. You didn’t care that you were hurting her, you didn’t care that you broke her heart and you obviously didn’t care how much it’s hurt her to keep this bottled up for years, not being able to tell anyone about it, lest she ruined your career,” he steps closer, lowering his voice. “Do you even care that it hurt her?” he tilts his head to the side, “does it even bother you for one second that she’s been hurting this whole time, with no one to go to for comfort?”

The director has called cut, but Jared and Jensen are too deep into argument to pay that any mind. Jared takes a step closer, scrunching his face, “don’t you dare assume I never cared for her! I loved her so mu-”

“Why would I have to assume anything? You proved it yourself! You loved her until someone new came along, right? Until it just didn’t fit in with you anymore?” He shakes his head, “and that bull shit you spat out at the convention. I wish I’d have known this before then, but - well, I guess it doesn’t change much,” he looks up into Jared’s eyes, “how long were you going to go on before telling the truth? How long would you have let this go, huh?”

Jared’s mouth opens, eyes softer now and looking back and forth between you and Jensen. You stand behind Jensen now, using him as a shield.

“I mean, it would have come out eventually,” he carelessly shrugs, looking over at you. You turn your face into Jensen’s arm, realizing that he was never going to come forward with the truth, and knowing that he would rather hurt you than tell the truth makes it too painful to look at him.

“Just not from you,” Jensen states, face cold and chest puffed. The crew stands in silence, watching the scene unfold, “you would have let her carry this to her grave, wouldn’t you?” Jensen yells, the anger back in his voice.

His breathing elevates, the anger inside of him taking over as he throws a hearty punch to the side of Jared’s face. Everyone on set gasps, not really knowing how to respond to the sudden fight. Before he can wind up to throw another, Misha and Mark grip onto Jensen’s arms, pushing you back and pulling Jensen away from Jared as the director and a few medics rush to his side. Jared crouches over, holding a hand to his face.

Everyone else keeps their distance, mouths open and whispering among each other. Your heart drops into your chest, the commotion is too much for you to take in, leaving you overwhelmed. You are somewhat happy that Jensen took it upon himself to stand up for you, but you are also terrified of what’s to come at the following conventions, or days on set.

Jensen wiggles out of Misha and Mark’s grasp, shaking out his arm as he walks quickly off of set. You glance over at Jared apologetically as he stands now with an ice pack to his eye before running after Jensen.

You find him in the break room, sitting on the couch with his face cradled in his hands. Carefully sitting beside him, you put a hand on his back and one on his knee.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he murmurs under his hands. You remain quiet for just a moment, running comforting circles on his back. He pulls his hands away to look into your eyes, his own glistening. Your head tilts to the side, a small pout forming on your lips. “I lost myself back there, it was stupid, careless.” His head shakes as he looks down at the carpet. “You said you wanted it to remain a secret, but I couldn’t-”

Your hand moves to his neck, just gently rubbing his skin before entering into his hair. Bringing yourself to your knees in front of him, you draw your other hand to the side of his face to run your thumb against his cheeks. “It’s fine,” you whisper, but he only shakes his head.

Scooting yourself between his thighs, a few unintentional tears slip from your eyes, “Jensen,” you squeak. “What you did back there-” the tears fall into his lap as you dip your head down.

He places a few fingers underneath your chin, forcing your head up to look him in the eyes again. “I know, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you, I swear. I’m so sorry,” he whispers softly.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I-” realizing that words will never be able to capture the gratitude you feel, you take a deep breath.

Keeping your hands on his cheeks, you bring your face closer to his and let your lips meet against his, keeping them motionless until his grasp on. His face tightens up before his hands move onto the back of your neck, kissing you softly yet passionately while pulling you a bit closer.

Straightening your back, your chest presses against his and his hands trail down to the top of your hips. The kiss, while as sensual as the one you shared the day before, isn’t as sultry as yesterdays. With both of your cheeks glistening from tears, this kiss seems to hold an answer to all of your questions - there’s grace in this kiss, an element of fondness, or emotion, rather than the lust that was present yesterday.

What was unclear to you yesterday is apparent now, in this moment - after his outburst at Jared for breaking your heart, to kissing you like the world depends on it - Jensen is definitely, undeniably falling for you, and you can’t help but to be falling for him, too.

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iamnathannah · 6 years ago

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So...I got this review on ff-net for "Longing" this morning. Usually I love reviews because they give me encouragement...this ain't one of them, though.

If you don't want to read through it, in summary...

"Great story, but it seems like you hate men and the direction of society. Why isn't Dean just the bland fella presented in the show? Why is he violent and a cheating asshole who's rich; that's Logan y'know? Love the story as I said and Madeline and Louise are great, but I'm done with it."

Yeah, a lot to unpack here if you're not in the GG fandom like I've been since near the beginning, along with the basic concept of fanfiction.

"It's a well-written story with good characterisation of Rory and Paris but...there's a lot of anger in it."

When I started the story in 2003, the sky was the limit, and Paris and Rory were on their way to great lives bereft of any issues with men and so much potential for women in the world. Fast-forward to 2019...where we have a lying cheat of an asshole in the White House, merely disagreeing with a man is enough to bury your Twitter mentions in hate, and LGBTQ+ rights are being attacked at every turn.

Then we have the aftermath of AYITL, which dynamited Rory's future into being completely dependent on men (aka Logan), took away her entire drive and reason for being, and left her as a homewrecker having a kid she probably never wanted. And Paris is in a loveless marriage with a completely underwritten Doyle whose character traits went from 'being a loving and supporting boyfriend to a neurotic Jewish girl with the entire world upon her shoulders' to 'wink-wink Danny Strong writes Empire and Oscar-winners; Doyle can't raise kids let's just write that Doyle's that now since we threw out the Doyle notebook in our post-S6 burning of all our character notes'.

Yeah, over sixteen years, you tend to write for your reality, and the reality right now? Totally sucks.

"Some of it seems to be directed at society, some of it at the show, with a disproportionate amount of it being taken out on mostly male characters who bear only a passing resemblance to their on screen portrayal..."

Once again...AYITL hasn't aged well. Society hates journalists. It hates driven women (see my last post taking down that asshole who hates Brie Larson). Males are pretty damned well responsible for most of it. And I haven't had the best male figures of my life and have been mostly around women. I'm probably not going to write a positive view of some men; it's bias, and I own up to it here.

And yeah, my men don't match up to how they are on screen. Because, fanfiction is...

'Fiction written by a fan of, and featuring characters from, a particular TV series, movie, etc.'

Speaking of which...

"...Which seems to have got worse as I suspect you liked the show less and less."

You're reading my story. A Gilmore Girls fanfiction. My Twitter bio declares that I've loved it a decade and a half before the Gilmore Guys started their podcast. A show where I literally follow nearly main actor on the series into every future project they've had and watched loyally, for the most part. I buy every movie the girls have been in. Fanfiction isn't defined as 'a random person writing hate screeds against a particular TV series, movie, etc.'. You're not going to ever see me write even a drabble about how much Kevin Can Wait should be called Kevin Can Burn In Hell Because He's a Ghoulish Sexist Fuckface Who Celebrated His Wife's Death To Move On With His Former Hot Wife From Another Show.

Still love Gilmore Girls in full. But being a fan doesn't mean I have to like every single decision the writers and ASP ever made.

That is the fun of fanfiction. If I disagree with canon...I can disregard it, in part, or in full. I have never been able to find a fellow fan that agreed with every plot point the show has ever made. I hope I never will, because that's definitely not why anyone should ever be a fan of the show.

And excuse my language here...but I've written over a MILLION WORDS for this story. 27 chapters have been posted. I have an eventual endgame planned for the story that has been in my mind since the day I posted chapter one. Why the fuck would I write a million words about something I hate?!

"Dean has gone from a good first boyfriend who just wasn't right for Rory long-term to a violent thief who cheated on Rory throughout their relationship and never loved her anyway. And now, incredibly, seems to be just another entitled rich kid? It feels like you really want to bash on Logan but can't find a way to have him in the story, so you've turned Dean into him."

Oh reviewer...dear reviewer...oh, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into.

I have ALWAYS hated Dean. Always. Since January 2001 when I caught up on the backlog of episodes I missed because I only started watching during the two back-to-back night Christmas episodes, the only positive thought I've been able to spare for him was that Jared Padalecki (no attacks on him here, just the character) got a good living playing a completely underwritten bore who has nothing redeeming going on and a backstory that I would call 'existent'.

The show claims he's from the south side of Chicago in a neighborhood near the Dan Ryan that has 5% white people going by the zip code of his mail from there (the show's basic research department blew it there). Most white people from Chicago are in the Gold Coast, the northwest suburbs, or the North Shore. I have been adjacent to the Chicago market my whole life. He's from the North Shore, no question, judging from how his parents seem to have good enough wealth and how every white guy Chicago teenager story is drawn from a kid from the North Shore.

He literally punched Jess out three times!

He made Rory fear violence for merely losing a bracelet he gave her and for being near Tristan for a school function (LOL, Dristan...that burn still causes me to laugh at inappropriate times about how dumb it was, and I'm sure Tristan has it as one of his constant bon mots).

He called her home phone nearly a hundred times a day and drove her to the edge of madness with a 'must watch every day' love of Lord of the Rings that compares unfavorably to my four year-old nephew only loving Frozen, PJ Masks and Daniel Tiger. That isn't anyone any person has to tolerate in a relationship.

Dean’s only reaction to Rory trying to prove a point with her Donna Reed night was just she looked hot and he learned nothing about how women hate being confined to being solely homemakers and sexual receptacles.

He dumped her because she didn’t say “I Love You” like it was the goddamned bonus round in Wheel of Fortune and she didn’t get the solution out before the buzzer.

Dean’s shambles of a gift, that piece of shit car? It almost killed Rory and Jess. It looked like it didn’t have seatbelts. I’m surprised we didn’t get an episode where Dean ended up homeless because Richard sued his cheap ass into the fucking ground.

He decided to make her go back to him in front of the entrance of Chilton, where Rory would have looked like the biggest b***h in history if she didn’t return an ‘I love you’, and goddamned well knew it. Any good person would have done this in fucking private, like a considerate person.

He never respected the Chilton side of her life. At all. If it was up to him, he would’ve made up a bomb threat and had his friend imitate Rory’s voice to get her kicked out of the school she spent her young life trying to get into. If it was up to him, Harvard would have never even been a possibility, and if not for Jess coming in, he would have intimidated her into pushing off her dream entirely to stay in the kitchen.

His origin story was never mentioned outside 'he moved from Chicago and had a girlfriend in the past, Beth'. Fanfiction allows you to examine the holes in stories and go from there, and I just worked with them because the thing with moves to new locales? You can have a brand new image with people, and they will never know what you did in your old place. Judging by his violent/stalkerish tendencies, he has a pretty good case for having Imposter Syndrome that eventually reset itself in the Hollow.

Over time he went from a guy who seemed to like good literature to hyperfocusing on the 'it' media property of the time. Likely he started out liking fine literature, but once he fell in with the imbeciles of his friend group in the Hollow, that proved to be a lie.

He had a thing about being close to Lorelai. So much that around that time, there were so many more people shipping Lorelai/Dean than Rory/Dean as a romantic couple. If not for his later flanderization, that fangroup would still be strong.

HE CHEATED ON HIS WIFE!

**HE. CHEATED. ON. HIS. WIFE!

***HE! CHEATED! ON! HIS! WIFE!

****And outside losing his home and some stuff being damaged (rightfully fucking so) by Lindsay, both her and Rory took all the brunt of the damage his wandering dick did between all of them. Lindsay was guilted by her parents for checking out on her marriage and was never heard from again (I assume she's in a convent now because ASP's writing outside of Lorelai and Rory [or Paris, Sookie and Lane on a day she wasn't angry at the world for not pressing her hat right] for women was 'they are the enemy'). Rory had to find her way back to her old self (and she never did going by ending up with Logan). Dean? Welp, good thing "Supernatural" started at that time to save ASP the bother of having to explain what a dumbass Dean was.

*****Justice for Lindsay Lister! I hope she didn't go to a convent, but flipped off her parents, squealed out of town and is killing it in a career where she's respected, with a partner who loves her deeply.

The scene where he cornered Rory into sex in her house and said he didn’t love Lindsay was sexual assault and gaslighting. ASP intended it to be romantic, but instead created a nightmare scene that would be completely passe in a Lifetime movie. Rory’s first time was her being forced to give up her sexual agency for the pleasure of only Dean. And it’s exactly why the Paris/Rory scene I wrote on the yoga mats was intended to be the exact reverse of that trash.

He hoped to get ahead in life on a hockey scholarship. That's...not a life plan. And he paid for it by being stuck doing construction.

He hated Paris. He hated that Rory had her as a friend. He wanted a life with Rory that never involved Paris.

Paris is a strong-ass lady for daring to step to him and lie through her teeth about wanting Jess to stop the Great Stars Hollow Homicide of 2002 By The Coward Dean Forrester from ever being a thing.

LOL Logan is Tristan Lite and always will be.

About ten chapters back I mentioned how the girls consider Logan terrible already from a distance based on the New York media scene. Trust me, he's in this story (he may be a little more in this story later).

"There is a lot to recommend in this, like the slow burn set-up (although you've made up for it since!)..."

#backhandedcompliment (Also, what's to recommend? Love to know what you did like, but you spent all that time saying 'I'm mean to men', so I guess you ran out of time on that)

"...and turning Madeleine and Louise into three-dimensional characters..."

You sent me a flame, but didn't expand on what you loved about this? Thanks for the lack of feedback (and for misspelling Madeline’s name).

"But there are several reasons why it's not been an easy read so I won't be hanging out for an update, I'm afraid."

You basically said that you consider me a man-hater and that because I choose to have the ladies present their views in the story, you don't like that I'm drawing real life into their motives, mores and decisions. And you said I hated the show when most of my friend circle was formed through bonding through it, and we still love it, even if we think Rory needed to do better in life and ASP's writing weakened as each season went on.

I don't need readers like you, seriously. There are many other Rory/Paris stories you can read out there. As I have said in many other flame responses;

I am not the be-all end-all of Paris/Rory fic. PLEASE, read other writers. Enjoy their stuff. But don't whine at me or them because we choose to show that even in fictional worlds, people are against LGBTQ+ issues and people. We're not going to get equality by sugar-coating or whitewashing our way past those issues, and if you can't handle what I consider light attacks against entitled men, you should probably find something else to read.

#longing #paris x rory #review #review rant #fanfiction rant #gilmore girls #longing with a cherry tomato on top

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alleiradayne · 6 years ago

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Part II - Expensive Taste

Summary: Jared catches up with me at Kieran’s. Square filled: Coitus Interruptus Characters: Jared Padalecki/Me, Jensen Ackles Warnings: Fluff, angst, and smut Word Count: 4,151 A/N: For @spnkinkbingo, this was what the original piece was going to be, but, now it’s a series instead! Assume all parties involved are single and no spouse hate! Song: Bang A Gong by T. Rex

Edit: I forgot part of the inspiration for this chapter is due to @supernatural-jackles‘s weekly writing challenge! The line “Promise me you’ll stay,” was the prompt I went with.

“This is Jeanna.”

“Do you always answer your phone that way?”

Even over the phone, I could tell it was him. “I… force of habit.”

“It’s cute.”

My feet moved faster as I passed a large hotel on the corner. “Sure. Jared, why—"

“Where are you?”

I told him. I don’t know why. But to this day, I am so grateful I did. “Just passing Loews.”

“Go into Kieran’s, I’ll be right there.”

Before I could protest, he hung up. I stared at the front door of the bar and, despite the chill in my bones and the disgust that sank to the pit of my stomach, I wondered. I wondered how many times Jared—probably with Jensen—had holed up in that dim Irish pub, hidden away from world, and shared a few drinks. I wondered if they stayed at Loews every time they were in town for the convention. And, disheartened, I wondered if they would ever come back. You see, it was decided that 2018 was the last year the convention would come to Minneapolis. And I realized then that that was why I had left Jared in a moment of vulnerability.

So, I went into Kieran’s. By then, with closing time impending, the bar sat quiet. No music played. No glasses clinked. No bodies talked. In fact, the place was empty but for a few stragglers staggered in the dining area. When I spotted the bartender, her eyes brightened at a potential customer. I slumped into a stool at the bar, and before she could say a word to me, my head dropped into my arms.

“Normally I’d ask you to leave since it’s so close to closing time, but you look like you need a drink.”

“Please,” I mumbled into my arm.

“What’ll it be?”

“Long pour of Bowmore eighteen, neat.”

When I didn’t hear anything, I lifted my head to find the bartender staring at me. “What?”

“You okay?” she asked as she reached for the top shelf.

“Nope.”

She measured out an exceptionally long pour and handed me my glass. “Most people are celebrating when they order something that expensive.”

“I’m celebrating the fact that I’m an asshole,” I said as I raised my glass.

Before the bartender could respond, the front door of the bar burst open. I didn’t bother looking. But she did with a grin big enough to give her fandom away.

“You know he’s famous, right? Actor on one of the best tv shows ever made,” I started.

Her icy stare snapped to me as I said, “And I turned him down.” A sip of the brown liquor warmed my throat as the bartender continued to stare at me as though I had two heads.

I expected all manner of responses from Jared. Rage, disappointment, dejection, sarcasm. But when I heard nothing, I turned around and found him standing three feet away, face still as stone. “I’m sorry.”

Bewildered, I asked, “For what?”

“I shouldn’t have done that without asking first,” he clarified. “I… assumed, and that was wrong.”

Ugh. I thought I couldn’t feel any worse, but I did. “Can you sit with me?” I asked. “You shouldn’t apologize, I owe you one.”

Without protest, Jared sat beside me. When I turned to him, I saw the bartender had not moved an inch. “Could you—”

She turned away with a clipped, “Yup,” and headed for the far end of the bar.

“You don’t need—”

“No, Jared, I do,” I interrupted. “Please. I… I want this more than I’ve wanted just about anything in my whole life. And that’s part of what scared me. I always thought I’d could have no-strings-attached sex with you and be completely indifferent to the fact that I might not see you ever again. But when the actual opportunity came up—first of all, the fact that it came up in and of itself is fucking ridiculous. I never imagined it actually would. Second, when it did, I realized that it did matter to me. Like, a shit ton.”

For a long, uneasy moment, Jared stared, measured, scrutinized. Exposed, I felt like an open book to him, as if he could read every thought in my head without even trying. And then he spoke. “Come to Jacksonville with me.”

I blinked once, then twice. “What?”

“I’ll fly you out, you can hang out backstage,” he continued. “It’ll be fun.”

“I… where will I stay?”

Jared scoffed with an eyeroll that rivaled one of Sam’s. “With me, where else?”

I promise I’m usually not so daft. But imagine it for a second. Imagine Jared asking you to come with him on the convention circuit. Or, if he’s not your cup, imagine Jensen or Misha, or hell, Rob, or Rich, or Matt, anyone of them, take your pick. What would you do? Sure, you say you’d jump at the chance. But if it actually happened, how fast do you think you’d comprehend the implications? Because, in that moment, the questions from the cast ran through my mind, the rhetoricals and suspicious glances, and just wait for social media to find out Jared invited some random psycho fan to—

“Jeanna?”

Of all the things to be concerned about, the one thing that bothers me most finally reared its ugly head. “We haven’t even… you don’t even know what I look like naked,” I whispered as I leaned in close.

“I’m sure you look amazing,” Jared started as if that was a given, “But pretend for thirty seconds that I’m not some vapid actor obsessed with one-night-stands. You have my personal phone number.”

I did. But that didn’t mean he’d answer when I would call. “What about after Jacksonville?”

“You could visit me in Vancouver while we’re filming,” he suggested.

“I have a job, you know,” I stated.

“Quit.”

Again, I reared back, caught off guard for the third time that night. “Just… quit? Upend my entire life to follow you around the country? Dude, I don’t know if I even like you. I like the idea of you that I have in my head, but I don’t actually know you and you don’t know me.”

“Okay, you’re right,” Jared started with a nod, “That was impulsive of me. You should visit though. I really want to spend more time with you. You’re brilliant and funny and stunning—”

“Stunning?”

Jared’s face scrunched with a shake of his head. “Yeah. Please don’t tell me you don’t think so.”

“I mean, I know I’m not half bad looking, I like how I look, but I wouldn’t go with stunning,” I said.

He leaned in so close his breath warmed my cheek. “You’re gorgeous. And I want to spend more time with you,” he whispered. Then he sat back and added, “I mean, that’s not why I want to spend more time with you. Our conversation at the bar was fantastic. Right? Did I miss something?”

When he fell silent, my narrowed gaze locked on his, searching for the right answer. Lost in his penetrating stare, I floundered, adrift in a sea of conflict. He sounded so damn genuine, so honest. But my fears held fast. “You hardly know me, Jared.”

Jared slipped from his stool and grabbed my hand. “I would like to, though. Stay with me tonight and hang out with us tomorrow. Everyone will adore you, I promise, I can already tell you’ll fit right in.”

Baffled, I gaped. “I can’t hang out backstage, that’ll look… no, I don’t need that sort of attention right now.”

Jared sighed as his shoulders slumped. “I understand. But I still want you to stay with me tonight. Promise me you’ll stay.”

“Wait.”

His step towards the hotel door faltered as I pulled back on his hand. “What?”

“I need to pay for my drink,” I grumbled as I reached for my wallet.

“No, I’ll get it,” he interrupted as he waved the bartender over. From his back pocket he withdrew his wallet. “How much?”

The bartender picked up my tab and handed it to him as she said, “Twenty-seven-fifty.”

As Jared scowled at the paper, my mind raced, unable to decide what to do.

“What the fuck did you order?”

I looked at my still very full drink. “I… wanted to get drunk.”

He laughed as he said, “So, you got a long pour of the most expensive scotch in the book?”

“No, they have Pappy and I wasn’t about to order that overpriced—wait, are you really getting on my ass about ordering expensive alcohol? We’re not even dating, and I didn’t ask you to pay for my shit.”

He slapped a wad of cash on the bar then grabbed my hand again. “I would pay for an entire bottle of Pappy if it would make you happy.“

“Good luck finding one, you have to like, get on a list with the distillery and then it’s like a big fucking pissing match on who gets a bottle—”

“Jeanna.”

“I know, I ramble when I’m scared!” I said as I slipped from the bar stool and grabbed my drink.

“I’ve noticed. It’s quite endearing,” he said as he lead me to the door connected to the hotel lobby. “I want to invite you up to my room.”

“But?”

Jared sighed as he pushed through to the hallway. “But I want you to be comfortable. I don’t want to put you on the spot.”

Now or never. With a deep breath, I steadied my racing heart. “I want to. Badly.”

“We don’t have to—”

“I know,” I interrupted. “I know without a doubt that you’ll respect whatever I want. But I’m not going to pass this up. Not like I nearly did half an hour ago.”

He sighed with relief as the tension sagged from his shoulders. “Alright—do me a favor?” he asked as we neared the lobby door. “I sent Clif up when we got to the bar. Can you check if the lobby is mostly empty?”

“I mean, I can check, sure,” I started, “But I just want it stated for the record that my tiny ass went ahead to protect you.”

“You’re my hero,” Jared retorted as I pushed through the door with a laugh.

The lobby lay empty but for a few staff at the desk near the main entrance. When I waved Jared through, he casually strolled in absolutely no hurry despite lacking any actual body guards. “Do you want fans to jump you?”

“No—”

“Then walk faster,” I insisted.

He shuffled a step, mocking me with a silly face, then asked, “Do you dance?”

At the elevator I pushed the button and gave him a sidelong glance. “What do you mean? Like clubbing? Because fuck that noise.”

He doubled over with laughter as he explained himself. “No, you have a sort of dancer’s gate.”

When the elevator doors opened, I stepped on and asked, “Were you watching me walk?”

He jabbed the button for the fourteenth floor with his thumb. “Maybe.”

In a heartbeat the elevator had grown far too hot and my cheeks stung. “No,” I stated with a shrill crack in my voice. “Sorry, no, I’m not a dancer. I’m a martial artist.”

“What?”

I half-heartedly punched the air a few times. “You know,” I started, “martial arts. I’m a third degree black belt in taekwondo and I just started jiu-jitsu.”

“Christ, remind me never to piss you off,” he mocked as the elevator slowed to a stop.

Through the door, I scoffed as I mimicked kicking towards his head. “Sure, like I could take you.”

Jared laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and we wandered down the hallway. “I’m just teasing you.”

“Tease me when we’re in your room,” I said before I thought to speak.

“Oh, I can do that,” he mused, “if you would enjoy it.”

Chills coursed through my veins, and I inhaled a deep clarifying breath to steady my spinning head. “I can’t believe I said that out loud, what the hell is wrong with me?”

As we turned a corner, Jared replied, “You know we can just… hang out. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I… let’s just get into your room first,” I started. “I imagine I’ll need a map to find the bathroom. Fuck, I need to take a shower in the morning and have none of my shit…”

At his door, Jared squeezed my shoulder for reassurance. “I can take care of that. I’ll send a runner to your hotel.”

Jared never struck me as the type to have people do things for him. “No, do not get me used to this… lifestyle. I won’t want to go back my plebeian ways after.”

“Jeanna, it’s fine, it’s just your stuff,” Jared said as he unlocked his door. “You won’t be spoiled if someone brings the things you need.”

I wanted to argue with him further on that, but when he pushed aside his door, I lost track of the thought. The suite sprawled from the door, a living room, dining room, full kitchen, and bedroom hallway bigger than most apartments. “Jesus Christ.”

“It’s overkill,” Jared stated flatly as he motioned me inside. “I just need a place where I can sleep and shower.”

“Okay, I have to see it,” I said as I strode down the hallway for the master bed and bath.

Sure enough, a tub the size of a small pool took up most of the bathroom. My aching feet called out for a long hot soak, and I had half a mind to indulge them. That was, until strong hands grasped my shoulders and drained the tension from my sore back. Nimble fingers kneaded the knots at the base of my neck as his thumbs sought and soothed the sensitive spots along my spine. “What are you thinking about?”

“If we’ll both fit in the tub,” I muttered.

A bark of a laugh burst from his mouth. “I’m pretty sure four people could fit.”

“Really?” I asked as I turned to him. His crooked grin rolled the first true rush of arousal between my thighs and the room spun. “Know anyone up to testing that theory?”

“I can think of a few people,” he paused with a thoughtful look on his face, “but I think tonight, I’m gonna be a little selfish and keep you all to myself.”

All to himself. Christ. The shock of realization, of understanding exactly what was about to happen sank to the pit of my stomach. I stood in a hotel room in the arms of one Jared Padalecki.

And he was eyefucking the hell out of me.

“Jeanna? Are you—”

Jared’s muted whimper against my lips breathed life to reality. I had kissed him and was still kissing him when the lingering taste of liquor on his tongue swarmed my senses. My mind raced to keep up with every touch and sound and taste, pushed so far beyond its limits. Whether I fell into his arms on purpose mattered so little when he caught me, his massive hands grasping my ass. I’d known a few larger men in my time—compared to me, most men are huge—and not a single one them knew how to use that strength.

Jared knew exactly what he was doing.

The floor fell from my feet as he gathered me in his arms, lips still pressed to mine. Though unnecessary, my legs wrapped around his hips, and it was there that I finally felt him. As he carried me back to the bed, I had to make sure. A roll of my hips confirmed my suspicions. Above average. Thick. Dressed left, possibly center, although that might have been the good work of his Saxx underwear.

When Jared parted from me, an unbidden whimper fell from my lips and I grasped his shirt. An amused hum sang though his nose as he said, “I’m not going anywhere.” Lips softer than sin trailed kisses along my jaw to my ear where he whispered, “What would you like to do?”

“You.”

I’d meant that in all honesty, but Jared laugh as he asked, “Where, darlin’. Show me.”

Look, I know Jared played along. He’s a foot taller than me and weighs half again as much as me, if not more. But I like to think I caught him so off guard that I actually reversed him. He, at the very least, acted surprised when his back met the bed and I straddled his hips. Bless his heart.

“We can start here,” I suggested.

With his crooked smile, Jared devoured me, his hazel eyes drifting from mine. For a long moment, he simply looked; my hair, my lips, my… neck? His gaze lingered there until he rose and wrapped his arms around me. Safe, solid, his embrace enveloped every inch of my existence, smothered my senses until nothing but Jared existed. The warmth of his hands roamed my body as his lips returned to mine. All manner of lascivious sounds passed between us, but it was when his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, so warm on my skin, I shivered.

“Nervous?” he asked, his lips against mine.

“No,” I lied with a squirm as he gathered my shirt. With every exposed inch, my skin betrayed me in gooseflesh. I sought stability in his shoulders, his neck, his hair, my own hands searching for leverage. “Maybe. It’s not like I prepared for this.”

Jared, ever the opportunist, took that as his cue and my shirt floated to the floor, removed in a flourish. More than a tiny part of me wanted to hide, wanted nothing more than to cover all the imperfections and rolls and pasty skin. At least, I felt that way at first. But when I found Jared eyeing me as if he’d died and gone to heaven, and his hands returned to my skin, not one concern survived.

“You’re stunning,” he sighed. “You know that, right?”

A boring black bra, far too old to be worn any longer but too expensive to toss, snapped apart at the clasp when Jared flicked his fingers. “I don’t… Okay, you know what, I’ll just take the compliment.”

“Oh, c'mon,” he chastised as he slipped the straps along my arms. “You’re so hot.”

Confidence I’d rarely felt straitened my spine and pulled back my shoulders, posture immaculate. A flick of his wrist sent my bra sailing to the floor.

“Fuck me,” Jared sighed, massive hands cupping my breasts. “Why do you even bother wearing a bra?”

At that I stopped wasting time and gathered Jared’s shirt at his hips. With one swift pull, it pealed over his broad shoulders and left him bare. “Well?”

“Because of creeps that like to stare…” I drawled. My thought trailed into silence as I gaped without reservation at his chest. Like I said before, I’d been with my fair share of men, myriad in their physical form. But when I touched him, the firm muscles of his shoulders enthralled me. Slick with sweat, I smoothed his skin to his chest, where, with the slightest pressure, I pushed, and Jared lay back on the bed, his own hands settled at my hips.

“You’re staring,” he said.

How could I not? Every muscle etched into his skin, traced by my fingers as I branded him into my memory. When Jared spoke, my eyes returned to his, dragged away from the deep angles of his hips, and found his crooked smile. “I could look elsewhere. Would that make you feel better?”

He opened his mouth to reply but whatever words he had readied died in his throat. A roll of my hips sucked the air from his chest with a long, high moan. A flash of lust brightened his wide eyes, and Jared moved swift as a cat, all patience fled as he unfastened my jeans. I did my best to keep up with him, but only managed as far as his belt before he flipped me back to the bed.

He tore the sheets down beneath me, then quite unceremoniously stripped me of the rest of my clothing. Completely bare to him, I struggled to maintain any sort of confidence, resisting the urge to cover myself with the giant comforter on the bed. Not that I had to try very hard. Jared positively ogled me, a face I’d never seen on him before. So focused, he fumbled with his pants and underwear—a wonderful pattern of black and blue—only to drop them to the floor without much thought.

I tried. I did my best not to gape, not to stare. But I couldn’t help myself. Jared stood in all his naked glory with an impressive erection as an absent-minded hand smoothed over his stomach. I had been right. Above average, probably eight or so inches, thick, and a slight lean to the left, Jared grasped the base of his cock for a small, short stroke. From there, I struggled to focus, his deep angular obliques grasping my attention. But then his shoulders tensed, chest and biceps taut as he near the bed, and I bit my bottom lip.

He knelt beside me, and though he remained silent, his body said all the words he did not speak. His legs entwined with mine as his arms—Jesus Christ, but his arms were fucking huge—wrapped around me, smothered from shoulder to hip, and hauled me back to where I’d sat before, his hips straddled.

Except the clothes that had kept us apart before lay in a heap on the floor. Skin on skin, the hardened length of Jared’s cock parted my lips with a roll of my hips, and time crawled to a stop. The sting of his fingernails bit into my hips as he grabbed me, his own hips rolling, grinding. God, but I hoped it might never end, that I would feel him forever and never want for anything else.

But Jared wanted more. With a snap of his hips, I pitched forward and he pinned me to his chest. One arm held me tight as he grasped himself with the other and angled his cock to my cunt. The firm press of the swollen head parted me, then slipped inside.

My muted moan drowned his softer sigh as Jared rolled his hips, one long, slow stroke sheathing himself inside me. “Holy shit, Jared, you feel so fucking good.”

A bemused laugh hummed through his nose before he spoke. “We’re just getting started. Wait until—”

The faint click of his hotel room door barely registered before I heard a familiar voice. “Jared? You pass out already man?”

No. There was no way. I looked Jared in the eye as I whispered my panicked suspicion. “Is that Jen—”

“Jensen?!” Jared called, and I scrambled for the comforter. “What are… what are you doing here? It’s two in the morning!”

I tossed the sheets over us both before the stomping boots reached the room. There was no way I could look at Jensen at that moment. I buried my face in the crook of Jared’s neck and hoped to God he’d take care of it.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

Jared wrapped his arms around me, pinning me to his chest once more. “Don’t—dude, don’t come in here.”

Jensen’s footfalls stopped near the door, and a second of silence followed before he spoke. “Oh. Oh shit…”

“Yeah, oh shit, what the hell, dude?!”

Jensen stuttered as slow steps back, a soft boot thumping to the floor. “I—I just thought you might still be awake, wanted to see if you were up for drink.”

“Um… yeah, I’m a little busy,” Jared replied.

I swore I heard Jensen laugh. “I can tell,” he called. Another beat of silence preceded his laughter as he asked, “Do I get to meet her tomorrow?”

“I swear to God, dude.”

“Alright, fine, I’m leaving!”

When the door shut, Jared threw the covers off and heaved a breath. “I am so sorry—”

His words clipped short as I kissed him, and Jared sighed a moan so desperate, I nearly wept. His tongue and lips reminded me of what it was that I had wanted that night. But before I returned to that mission, I parted from him and spoke. “So, will you introduce me to him tomorrow?”

Jared laughed as he kissed me in return, then whispered against my lips.

“Only if you’re a good girl for me tonight.”

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heavenlydreamerblog · 6 years ago

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In Too Deep

Chapter 4

Four months later

“Lexy ! Come into my office and shut the door behind you please.” I knew she meant business by the frown marks etched between her eyebrows and the way her eyes locked on mine the moment the lock snapped shut on the door. “Sit down and just take notes for a moment. We’ve got more work than sense coming in and we need to keep on top of all the requests before we drown,” she sighed, gazing at the piles of paperwork piled high on every work surface.

“I need you to take on extra work I’m afraid. We’ve lost Jerry and Adam over the past couple of months and they were my fucking go-to party planner boys. You know I can’t replace their contacts and I’m having to turn down work. I need you to step up for a few months until I can recruit some more talent Lexy.” The phone rang and she grabbed it, checking out the number. Not recognised.

Carrie hit the answer button: “Morning, Blue Sky Party Planners, how can we help?”

I zoned out for a moment, looking at all the Hollywood A-listers plastered over the walls, some drunk, others half-dressed, at parties Carrie had organised. I was half pleased that she’d asked me to help out, after all I’d only joined the team three months ago. But the other more shy and modest side of me was flustered, panicked and feeling slightly out of its depth.

After leaving LAX and saying my goodbyes to Shannon, I’d hardly had time to think of anything but finding my place in this sprawling city. Now here I was, facing a very steep learning curve.

Carrie’s voice brought me back down to earth with a crash. “Grab your purse!. We’re off for a coffee and a brief on your first job. You’ll need your notebook, pens, pencils and your phone,” she said, grabbing her bag while practically running out of the office.

I hurried in her wake, the waft of YSL trailing behind her. It was her trademark and I kinda liked it but not for myself. By the time we made it outside, I could feel the heat from the sidewalk hit me. “Jesus Lexy, we’re in the nearest coffee shop out of this bloody heat.” Our local was always waiting with a welcome espresso. We sat in a cool and quiet corner, away from the window and its distractions.

“So.....” I said. “What’s the job you have planned for me?” Our coffees arrived, halting the conversation for a moment, while we both breathed in the aroma and got our first caffeine hit of the day. “Well,” I said excitedly. “Let me know what you’ve got planned.” I know she could tell that under the excitement, there was a slight knot of dread building in the pit of my stomach.

“Lexy, you’ll be fine for Christ’s sake. Relax for once and believe in yourself, will you!” I smiled, cradling my espresso cup in my hands. “You know me Carrie, always worrying that I’ll mess up and disappoint you.”

“Well shut the fuck up and listen because this is a pretty good one to get your teeth into. And yes ... I’ll kill you if you fuck up!” she grinned, looking at the terror in my eyes. “Only joking, but seriously, this is a great party for you to kick off with. Get your pad out and I’ll give you the details.

I chewed the end of my pencil as she reeled off a list of things I needed to know:

Jared leto

Laurel Canyon,

Hollywood Hills

Military base

Birthday party

A-list guests

*BIG SECRET

Those caps were ordered by Carrie. “We’re sworn to secrecy on this one hun, so lips sealed! I’ve made an appointment for 5pm. Jared will meet you at his home and go through the finer details with you OK?”

“Yeah, sure. Do we know who the birthday party’s for?” I asked this while swirling my finger around my coffee cup, licking the creamy foam from my fingers. Bad habit, I know, and from the look on Carrie’s face she thought the same. “For Christ sake don’t do that in front of Jared ... and no, I have no idea who the party’s for. Just get your ass to his place and make it on time. He doesn’t suffer fools gladly, especially those who’re late for meetings.”

Now was not the time to voice similarities between Jared and my boss, so I bit my tongue. Nor was it the time to admit I’d never even heard of Jared Leto.

Thank God for satnav. This was definitely not my part of town; way, way out of my league. I smiled at the thought of the modest duplex I shared with my work colleague Jess, as I craned my neck to look at some of these amazing properties. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I made a mental check list of things to remember. I didn’t need a brain freeze on my first appointment.

Casting my eyes down to the screen, I could see I was just a minute from Jared’s house. There hadn’t been much time for homework, I admit, but I knew the bare bones: actor, musician, Gucci muse. If I’d had more time with Google, I’d have been better prepared ... but this was business and I had a list as long as my arm to work through with him.

The aircon in the car had lulled me. As I threw open the car door, the heat of the day burned into my skin as I took in the sheer size of the place.

“Hi I’m Emma!” I almost jumped out of my skin. I’d been too wrapped up in my party planning thoughts to notice the woman approaching me with a welcoming smile on her face.

“I’m Jared’s assistant. Come with me. He won’t be a moment. He’s just taking some calls and he’ll be with you. Can I get you some water or juice?”

She was really sweet and I could feel the tension melt away as I accepted a bottle of chilled water.

“How big is this place? It’s amazing!” I couldn’t help the words tumbling out.

“Believe me, it’s silly big,” Emma laughed, watching my eyes sweep across the space we were sat in. “It’s an old air force station. Not what you’d call a conventional family home. Anyway, Jared’s not what you’d call conventional, so it’s a perfect match.

“I’ll have to leave you now. I’ve got a mountain of work to get through,” she said apologetically. “Just give Jared another few minutes and he’ll be with you.” With that she was gone, lost in the hugeness of this house.

Without Emma, I felt lost again. I curled my legs underneath me on the sofa, opening my bag and pulling out my notes. I zoned out as I went through my check list, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. My phone vibrated, sending a jolt through my thighs and into my stomach.

CARRIE: Don’t submit to any of his charm offensive!!!!!!!!!

ME: WHAT??????

CARRIE: You obviously haven’t met him yet .....

I shoved my phone out of sight in my bag, flustered and wondering where the fuck he was. And I don’t use the word “fuck” lightly.

I gathered my papers into a pile on the sofa, unaware of footsteps approaching from behind.

“So you’re Lexy ....” the voice was dominant, yet soft, and made me jump, as I turned my body to face him.

Keep professional Lexy ... that’s all I could think. “Hi! Yes I’ve come to discuss your party plans. Shall we sit down somewhere and we can go through the details?” He was watching my every move, I could tell. He let my words fall into a void, waiting for a reaction to the silence between us. I felt a shiver run across me. “Shall we go and find somewhere then?” I took control of the situation, standing while smoothing the creases from my linen dress, an impossible task I know, but it distracted me for a moment.

“Of course Lexy. Let’s go to my office where it’s quiet and we can talk.” The spell was broken. I followed behind, watching his confident strides eating up the endless space of this house. He opened the door and gestured for me to sit on a corner sofa. His desk was cluttered with paper, a laptop and piles of other work. “So where do you want to begin?” I asked, pulling my notes together.

We must have spent the next three hours hammering out the details. Like Carrie's list earlier, I now had another list, this time from Jared:

Brother’s birthday party

Select guest list

Pool party

Fairy lights (hundreds!)

Catering

Coffee

Birthday present

*BIG SECRET

What else can he possibly want???? “What timescale are we looking at here Jared,” I said, rubbing the edge of my pen across my bottom lip. “When’s your brother’s birthday?”

“March 9. You have two weeks to pull this shit together,” he said laughing at the look of horror that must have been etched on my face. He reached over and playfully punched my arm. “We’ve nailed most of my party needs. Put your notes away and follow me,” he demanded.

“I need to get back to the office if I’m to stand any chance of meeting my deadline Jared!”

“All work and no play Lexy! Forget the party for a couple of hours and let’s get to know each other.”

I remembered Carrie’s text and tried breathing deeply. Before I could reply, I felt his hands tug me from the sofa, pressing into the pit of my back and guiding me out of the house and to the poolside.

We’d been working for so long that I’d lost track of time and was surprised to see the sun setting over the hills, turning the sky pinky red. I curled up on a huge outdoor sofa-type chair while Jared disappeared inside.

“Here, take this!” He handed me a glass of white wine, chilled to perfection. “Jared, I’m driving and I’m supposed to be working!”

“I can see you need to relax. Drink the wine, enjoy and we’ll get you home some way or other.” His blue eyes locked on mine, daring me to look away. He’d tied up his hair while inside, uncovering his cheekbones and firm jawline. “One drink Jared, one drink and then I’ll have to go,” I laughed, trying to break the spell.

“OK Miss! Shift over and let me sit down,” he said, gently moving my legs to one side as he curled up alongside me. “So Lexy, spill the beans of your life. I can tell you’re not from LA, so what’s brought you down here?”

I took a gulp of wine to steady my nerves before telling him my life story. As the words spilled out, helped by the alcohol, I could feel the emotion of the day building inside of me, as I told him about the death of my mother. My mind shifted, remembering the flight to LA and the comforting arms of Shannon.

We’d parted with a hug and kiss but no promise of anything else. And I hadn’t followed it up. But now, those memories clouded my thoughts.

“Hey babe, have I lost you?” I felt Jared’s hand cup my chin and lift my face to his. “You OK?” he asked.

“Sorry, I ummmm just was thinking....” I didn’t know what else to say. Those eyes were piercing and I could see he wanted a better explanation.

“Look Jared,” I said, gently removing his fingers from my face. Honesty is best here. “You’re making me nervous and talking about my mum brought back other memories, which are still a little painful for me to deal with. All these emotions and this wine,” I held up the frosted glass, “are making me feel a little vulnerable. I just need you to understand.”

The sun had fully set by now and our faces were illuminated by the pool lights and nothing else. “What can I do to help then?” He moved closer and put his arm around my shoulder. A tattoo caught my eye and stirred up some long-forgotten memory.

“How about giving me double the time to plan for this party,” I smiled, digging him playfully in the ribs and almost spilling my wine.

“You know that’s not going to happen, so what else can I do?” He smiled this time, his face cast in shadow, as he moved closer. Again my mind cast back to Carrie’s warning but it was becoming increasingly bloody hard to ignore this charm offensive. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip as the tension worked its way from thighs into the pit of my stomach, sending a throbbing ache into my core.

I felt his scruff graze across my cheek as pulled me in closer. The warmth from his body instantly relaxed me and I gave in, resting my head on his chest as his fingers massaged my neck and trailed across my shoulders. I could feel myself getting wet and that ache spreading across my body as his slender fingers worked their magic.

I hadn’t felt like this since I met Shannon and I felt a pang of guilt at not trying to contact him. I just remembered his words about a crazy life and not wanting me to get hurt.

The pool lights shimmered and the water rippled as a breeze caught the night air. Suddenly the tension was broken as I felt Jared’s phone vibrating in his pocket. I’d noticed it was always within reach. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, shifting his body so he could take the call. I sat there listening to the one-sided conversation.

“Hey! You OK?” I continued half listening to the casual chat, the other part of me trying to calm myself and work out my escape.

“My brother always calls at the worst possible moment,” Jared whispered, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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You and Me...

Chapter 19

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non con, male!rape, injury, violence, discription of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self harm, panick attackes, implied female non con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chatper Warnings*** None really, language, fluff maybe?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1582

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine!, Please do not copy my work!! Feedback is gold! I hope you enjoy this one!

Summery: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter you course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getthing through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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"Are you serious right now? You want to drive to Vancouver? Why the hell do you want to drive to Vancouver?" You asked Jensen, eyes wide in shock.

He was standing there grinning like an idiot, holding the keys to a beautiful black 1968 AMC AMX that had two white racing stripes running down the car, obviously quite proud of himself..

"Yeah, just you and me." Jensen said, still grinning like a little kid.

"Jensen the car is beautiful, but that's almost a three day drive?! Babe that's gonna be expensive." You tell him, you couldn't help but grin a little at his excitement for his new toy.

You knew you were fighting a losing battle, once Jensen had made him mind up about something there was no changing it. When he disappeared this morning for a few hours you thought he was gone to see his kids, or the store, you didn’t really question him when he left the house.

You would have never guessed he’d have shown up with this very expensive looking sports car… Announcing that you were about to take a “road trip” to Vancouver.

"So. More time for the two of us to be together. When I'm done with the car I'll sell it, and donate the money to a charity." He said with a shrug.

You keep forgetting that Jensen's perception of money, and yours is completely different. He doesn't flaunt it often at all, but the man is loaded. So something begging ‘expensive’ didn’t really deter him from his goal here..

Jensen bits down on his lower lip, and salters over to where you are standing in front of the bar in the kitchen. The look on his face makes you blush a little, and look away from his mischievous green eyes that were openly roaming your body.

Ever since yesterday morning when he woke up, and the two of you had made love he'd been acting different. More relaxed, less stressed out, less on edge. He was more himself. The cocky, attractive actor you'd meet in the studio that morning was back.

While you didn’t hate it atll, it was taking you some getting used too, because if you thought he had an effect on you before, man did he have one on you now..

The fire that was burning in his eyes again excited you. You felt like maybe, just maybe he was finally getting better...

Wrapping his arms around your waist Jensen pulls you close to him. Looking you over like he was seriously thinking about throwing you over the bar and having his way with you. A pantie melting smirk plastered over his perfect lips...

"Come on baby, you and me. Just the two of us. Since we got together it's been one fucking tragedy right after another. Hell I haven't even got to bring you on a proper date. Let's take this opportunity to get away. Make some memories that aren't revolving around the fucked up situation that we've been swimming in for months now. Let's get the hell out of here, and really get to know each other. "

Leaning down before you could even answer him he captures your lips in his, kissing you in a way that makes you melt into him.

It was going to take you some time to get used to this new found confidence in him, and if he kept kissing you like this, then he was going to get you to do pretty much whatever he wanted to do.. Because saying no to him when he was being this way just wasn’t an option for you.

"Come on honey, we're gonna have to go to Vancouver, and get another apartment to live in while I'm filming. When I finally do start filming our schedule is gonna get crazy. Let's take this drive together... Maybe a few..." He leaned down kissing your neck again. "Stops along the way. I wanna get closer to you baby, I can't think of a better way to get to know each other than to leave all this shit behind, nothing but you and me and the road."

He was looking deep into your eyes now. Making it hard to concentrate. All the flirty jokingness gone, and seriousness taking over his features, he really wanted to do this…

"Okay! Okay! When do you want to do this?" You asked him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling yourself closer to him.

Smirking like he’d won some great prize for the day, he leans down and brushes your lips with his. Pressing his growing bulge closer to your center…

"Hmmm... Next week…. Gives us time to get everything ready here at home before we leave."

A loud pounding on the front door made him groan into your neck.

"See my point of why I wanna get you out of here." He leaned down to whisper in your ear, not knowing who was at the door. "Just when I was about to take you back to bed someone shows up at the front door." He said in a deep husky voice, leaving you weak legged leaning against the bar to go answer the door.

Before you even had a chance to recover you heard Jared’s voice booming from the front of the house..

"Where the actual fuck did you get that car!"

You and Jensen both burst out in a fit of laughter, and Jensen led his friend into the house to where he left you standing.

Reaching into the refrigerator you grab a few beers, and hand them to Jensen…

"Bought it today. Y/n and myself are going to drive it up to Vancouver next week." He said, handing a beer to a slack jawed Jared.

"Really?!" He asked, wide eyed looking back and forth between the two of you...

"Yep, we're headed out next Saturday." Jensen said, getting behind you, and pulling your back against his chest. Jared smiled at the slight action between the two of you. One you didn’t even really pay attention to, but Jared didn’t miss how much Jensen seemed to be more relaxed than he was just a week ago..

"Well you two deserve it." Jared said. "You've been through a lot over the past few months. You need a little time to yourselves."

Jensen nodded kissing the side of your neck. "That's the idea."

"Well I'll get to business, and I'll leave you two love birds alone." Jared said, flopping down on a bar stool and pulling out some papers for Jensen.

You kissed Jensen on the check, and unwrapped his arms from around your middle, and made your way towards the living room, knowing if you kept standing there Jared wasn’t going to get Jensen to pay attention whatever he needed him to do..

When Jensen had first shown up this morning with the car and the announcement that he had planned on driving all the way from Austin to Vancouver, you weren’t sure you were totally on board with taking that far of a road trip, but the more you thought about, the more you couldn’t help but smile…

Jensen was right about one thing, you too had been through so much shit, you needed to get away just as much as he did, and who in their right mind would be opposed to taking a road trip with Jensen…

Jensen's POV:

Jensen watched as you made your way over to the couch with your laptop in hand, sitting down crossing your legs, and grabbing a throw pillow to sit on your lap, making it easier to type away on your computer, nose scrunched up in concentration.

Ever since yesterday morning he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you. It was like he saw what he'd been missing all this time for the first time. He wanted more, he needed to be closer to you. He wanted to make up for all the lost time that it felt like the two of you had missed out on because of what happened to him.

When he almost lost you it had thrown him into a perspective he wished he didn't’ have to almost lose you to see.. He was finally able to allow himself to take control of his body, and mind again. For the first time in a long time he felt like himself.

Jared cleared his throat sitting next to him. Jerking Jensen's attention back to him. Jared laughed loudly at his friend shaking his head a little as he reshuffled the paperwork in front of him..

"I'm glad to see your back Jay. I was worried you'd never be the same, but I see more of you this morning than I have in a long time." Jared said, and Jensen nodded his head, eyes trailing back over to where you were sitting...

Jare drowned on about convention schedule and things, but Jensen didn’t hear much of it. All he wanted was to get you alone, just you and him.

This road trip was just what the two of you needed, he was sure of it. This was going to be a life changing event. He was determined of that…

For the first time in a long time he knew what he wanted, and what he needed, and that was you, so why wait another minute… It was time to make some changes, this time for the better, it was time to do things right...

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sammyhale · 7 years ago

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Mishalecki JIBCon 2018 Panel

Misha: We’re doing a panel with Misha Jared and little Jared. This is already dirty.

They wish the mothers in the audience a Happy Mother’s Day :)

Jared: “First and foremost to all the mothers out there, thanks to all the mothers out there!”

Jared to Misha: Aren’t you junkless? On the show, on the show! Haven’t we discussed that?

If French Mistake Sam and Dean went to a convention: Jared says, “Sam would be very confused... he’d be very happy and he’d treat it as a riddle of some sort!”

Misha: “I would be taking a lot of selfies and tweeting... something I don’t ever do!”

Misha on a mock of cons: Jared would have a mirror in the photo ops room that you'd keep checking. Jared jokes: I do have that! That was based on me!

Con French Mistake world Dean would have sex with all the fans.

David Barry saw Jared and Jensen’s trailer in a vid on Instagram and was like, “Omg that’s your trailer!!! There’s a brick wall!”

Jared is casually & repeatedly resting his hand on Misha’s thigh.

When Misha’s manager saw the French Mistake he was like, “Wow Misha it’s so great getting to see you play yourself!”

Jared actually rewatches The French Mistake, he loves it.

Jared: “It brings me great joy to watch the French Mistake... lol the bit of you (Misha) pushing someone away!” That part was apparently unscripted.

Fan: “My name is Shaked.” Jared: “That is ShakAwesome!” Lol

Two fans with the same name. “Are you friends because of your name?” “No, we’re friends because of you.”

Fan asks about influencing. Misha: I’m having a hard time influencing Jared. We’re talking to somebody about that. Sometimes Jared influences me very quickly

Misha: I really want to influence Jared and I feel it. I’ve got some pills from my doctor Jared: (at a loss): I can't...I can't top that. //There's a pause in the room and finally the most uproarious laughter from the crowd.

Misha says he can’t hear the word “influence” in non-convention life anymore without cracking up. Jared agrees.

Jared: "Are you trying to make me influence my microphone? ... You're right, I'm gripping it too low..." Everybody laughs.

Fan: “I would be so satisfied to see Sam kill Lucifer!” Jared: “No shit, right!?”

Jared: I hope Sam will be the one to kill Lucifer. I think he just wants to see Lucifer dead no matter what.

Jared: "I'm gonna say the only nice thing to Misha of my entire life." Misha covers his ears: "I don't want to spoil our relationship."

Fan: What inspires you about each other’s charity work? Jared says that his charity work has been accidental and “totally on y’all” (crediting the fans) and inspired by Misha. Says that Misha makes charity a part of his life, is dedicated to is, goes above and beyond. Jared had everyone clap for Misha, then they hug :)

Misha tells Jared it was brave to come out with his mental health issues and how important it is and how much it’s helped and inspired others to seek out help. He applauds Jared for not being afraid to show his vulnerable side and helping to break down the stigma.

Misha: It’s been great teaming up - J2M teamed up on the support chatline, came up with the idea on a flight back from a con. And then the fans stepped up & did it.

Jared on charity work: “Y’all really did it, we’re just the faces on the poster.”

Would you play truth or dare with Jared, Misha? Misha: Absolutely not. Jared: That’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said.

Jared offering to play truth or dare: “Be careful... I have a very big imagination!”

Jared to the fan: Do YOU want to play truth or dare?" Fan: "A voice in my head is telling me no." Jared and Misha: "GOOD. ALWAYS LISTEN TO THAT VOICE."

Jared recalled when Misha DID play truth or dare and he chose "dare" right off the bat "like a ROOKIE!" lol

Fan asks if Jared could crush a watermelon between his thighs. Jared is pretty confident he could. Misha: “That’s what I said, and it was a mistake because now people are going to bring watermelons to cons.”

Now they’re debating whose thighs are stronger, lol.

Jared talking about the Padalecki family going skiing with the Speight family.

Jared: “I currently have a rip in my ACL and my FCL and a bruise on my knee and I blame Speight!” Jared went skiing with Speight and his knee popped and flipped around!

Jared had a skiing accident recently, during Rich’s episode, felt his knee pop, foot pointed the wrong way, ski didn’t come off. Lay there in shock. People in ski lift shouting down “are you all right”, Jared just groaning.

Jared’s ski accident: He didn’t tell anybody because the actors are not allowed to ski! Just toughed his way through it. Torn ACL, bone bruises

Jared's brother gave his knee an MRI and confirmed his injury. Apparently it’s in his clause that he’s not allowed to ski. Now the seasons over, “It feels so good to tell that story! I was just like hobbling around like 'Hey, I'm fine.’” Better now but still sore.

Misha on Jared’s awful ski accident /blown knee story: “That’s the longest excuse I’ve ever heard for not being able to crush a watermelon.”

Jared’s now trying to remember the Ninja Turtle theme song.

Biggest life lesson they learned. Jared: “Don‘t eat yellow snow.“ Misha: “Learn how to use a toilet.“

Jared: Life is short but try to live like life is long sometimes.

Jared: I challenge you to spend a week or a month as if life is long because life is short. Try to plant seeds in a garden you’ll never see grow. Try to be who you want to be in 50 years and be sure that, when you look back, you're proud of who you are and your relationships.

Jared says that living like life is short makes him anxious, so lately he’s been living like life is long and it's helped.

Misha: “I have been learning from my kids, who have an amazing capacity to live in the moment.”

Misha’s telling the I Wish For This story. Tells the story about trying to rush his kids into their van and his daughter said: “look dandelion puffs.” They blew and made wishes and his daughter said, “I wish for this.”

Misha: “There can be a spectacular opportunity in any given moment if you pay attention to it.”

Fan: I like your shoes, Jared. Jared: I like your truth, too Fan: SHOES Jared: oh lol, I thought that was pretty deep

Fan compliments Jared's shoes. Turns out Gen picked them out. “My wife has good taste in clothes."

Fan: “Which role would you never play?” Misha “Debbie, in Debbie does Dallas.” Jared: “Dallas, in Debbie does Dallas.” Lol

The music suddenly comes on to end the panel. Jared fell off his chair when the music came on and Misha had to help him up :P

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ourloveisforthelovely · 7 years ago

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Starting Over 2

A/n: light smut and again a trigger warning. RPF

Link to Chapter 1

Words; 2, 356

Pairings: Richard Speight Jr. x reader

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A few days had passed since Richard had asked you on the date and with each passing day things were getting more interesting with each passing day. You and Richard had been texting for the majority of the past couple of days. Jared didn't hesitate to give you grief over it either.

“Must you keep doing this?”

You asked when he questioned you about when you would be marrying Richard. Jared's snarky smile faded as he sat down on the couch.

“Is it bothering you?”

You shook your head.

“No, I am just ready to smack you over the head with something for being well...you.”

Jared chuckled knowing that you were fighting back a smile. He sat down on the couch beside you and leaned back against the couch.

“It's just good to see you smile.”

You looked at your brother with a raised eyebrow.

“I have to say that I was a little surprised that you was cool with me dating your friend.”

Jared shrugged.

“I know Richard is a good man and will treat you the way that you deserve. I know he's no Keith.”

Jared's face went sour at the mention of your ex's name. He looked down sadly at his feet. You knew that Jared was blaming himself. Reaching out you squeezed his hand.

“Jared, what happened with him wasn't your fault! You did what you were supposed to. When you found out what was happening and hopped the next plane to come get me. Let's move on, okay?”

Jared nodded eagerly.

“You're right! I don't tell you enough but I am proud of you.”

Before you could move to hug him Jared had you in one of his best “bear hugs.” When he finally let you go, Jared stood.

“Better go get ready for your date. Richard will be here soon.”

20 minutes later you stood in your bedroom looking at your reflection. It was so different from going to heavy thick winter clothes to standing in a sundress. As you continued to make adjustments your cell phone rang. Looking down you heart froze seeing no other then Keith's number.

“Oh no! We aren't starting this!”

You immediately hit decline and went back to what you was doing until there was another noise from your phone. Looking down it was a text now. After months of being away, now Keith decided that he wanted to talk? Why did he think that you would remotely want to speak to him? What did he expect you to do? He beats the shit out of you then hocus pocus you are supposed to love him again?

“Y/n, we need to talk. It's been a while. Hear me out. Call me.”

You hit delete and smiled the moment you heard Richard's voice down the hall. There was no way that Keith was going to mess this up! You were going out with the man that you wanted! What was in the past was gone!

The first half of the date went perfectly. Richard had you laughing throughout dinner. You were relived that the smile hadn't left his face either! Deep down you were afraid that something would go wrong and he wouldn't like you as much as you had hoped. This however, turned out to be a false worry!

After dinner, the two of you went to a bar that was thankfully not too crowded. Richard pulled you into a booth in the back that was out of eye shot of most people.

“Now we can talk without all of the eyes.”

Richard said as he looked around making sure all was well. He leaned back into the booth enjoying that the two of you were super close.

“You look beautiful.”

He said looking you over for the millionth time of the night. You smiled knowing that he was trying to keep his eyes from lingering on your chest too much.

“Thank you. Its weird wearing such few clothes now. I am so used to wearing layers.”

Richard's eyes rolled back down to your bare shoulders and cleavage.

“Well I am not complaining, sugar. Sorry, this may come as a shock but my flirting skills are kind of off.”

Taking a leap of sheer faith, you reached out and let your hand stroke over his. Richard didn't waste a second before intertwining your hands.

“I think you are doing just fine.”

You said confidentially. As gently as possible, you let you fingers stroke the side of Richard's cheek. Richard looked at you seriously.

“You are going to have to tell me how fast you want this to go. I don't want to mess this up.

At the moment you didn't care how far it went. All you wanted was Richard's lips on yours.

“Kiss me.”

You managed to half whisper. Richard looked at you for a moment before reaching out and pulling you into a kiss. Things quickly heated up and the next thing that you knew you were straddling Richard's lap. After a few minutes of heavy kissing and petting you slowly pulled away. Richard leaned his head back breathing heavily.

“Holy shit.”

He muttered becoming aware how hard he was under you. You pressed your lips together.

“I don't want you to think that I am a slut.”

You said, looking away from his intense gaze. Richard sat up slowly so that you were fulling sitting on his lap. His hands intertwined with yours.

“I wouldn't think that you were a slut, darlin.”

You sat quietly perched on his lap a moment longer before gently kissing him again.

“So I could tell you to take me home and have your way with me and you would want to see me again?'

You had to stop yourself from giggling at how Richard's eyes went to the size of quarters.

“Sugar, its going to take a lot more then sex on the first date to stop me from wanting to see you again. I haven't been with anyone in a while so trust me it won't be hard to talk me into going to bed with you.”

“So Richard, how about it. You and me....”

He quickly started looking around the bar with big eyes.

“Where the fuck did that bartender go?!”

15 minutes later you and Richard stood crammed against the wall of his living room. This was totally not what you had planned! This was the first time on a first date that you even considered sleeping with the person. Richard was different! Everything felt different! This had potential!

Richard's hands on your chest quickly pulled you from your thoughts as he tugged at the zipper on the back of your dress.

“This dress has been a tease the whole night. I have tried to not be a perv and stare at your boobs but I think I failed miserably.”

When he finally got the dress unzipped his hands reached up cupping your breasts before tugging your bra off. He stepped back looking impressed with himself.

“That is the easiest bra that I have ever gotten off. Pretty proud of myself.”

You laughed as he pulled you into the bedroom closing the door behind him.

Some time later you lay snugged on Richard's chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“So you don't think I am a slut?”

You questioned with a smile. Richard chuckled.

“If you are a slut then so am I. Y/n, you are perfect to me. Sweetheart if you want me to be a slut for you I believe that you have my name and number.”

The sense of no regret and no awkwardness was the best feeling in the world. This felt like what love making was supposed to feel like. Had you really been without this all of your adult life? Apparently so!

“I may have to take you up on that.”

You replied sweetly. Richard was quiet for a few moments before looking back at you. This time his expression was a lot more serious.

“Y/n I gotta know, is this a one time thing or do I get to see you again?”

Slowly sitting up so that you were leaning over him, you leaned down running your hand through his now very messy hair.

“What do you want?”

Richard quickly flipped you over so he was over you. You sighed happily at the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

“I want whatever I can get from you. I've been crushing over you like a teenager.”

You had never pulled someone into a kiss so fast in your life!

“Rich, I want this, us. I want to be yours.”

Richard looked relived as he went back to laying on his back with you in his arms.

“You got it princess.”

The following few months passed more quickly than any in recent memory. Things with Richard heated up quickly! It was wonderful being with someone that wanted you vs someone who felt like they had to deal with you! Being wanted was the best feeling yet.

Jared and Gen had quit asking when you would be home at night after getting the message that you were sleeping at Richard's 90% of the time. The only time that you weren't together was when he was out of town for conventions or filming somewhere.

One morning you woke up earlier than normal. Richard had been out of town for almost two weeks and was coming by to pick you up. His plane had came in super early that morning. He had went home with Rob instead of getting you to come out that early in the morning; even though you were cool with it. When he promised to come and get you around 9 you agreed eagerly.

Walking down the stairs you felt your phone buzz. Expecting a message from Richard you almost tripped on the last step when you saw Keith's number.

“I mean it Y/n. You better call me. You need to get back to Alaska and get all of you shit you left or its going out in the snow! This is your last warning.”

You froze on the last step reading the messaging several times feeling that horrible sense of misery wash over you for the first time in months! How was it Keith always knew when you were enjoying life and had a way to spoil it?

Walking into the kitchen you knew that you were looking dreadful. The last thing you expected was to see Richard sitting at the table. The happy smile on his face faded the moment that he saw you.

“Sugar, are you okay?”

You nodded, putting on a forced smile.

“Yeah.”

Richard stood up after exchanging looks with Jared and Jensen.

“And I am no buying it. What's going on, Y/n?”

You looked up at him with frightened eyes as Richard's hands gently tilted you face to his. Jared didn't even move from his spot. He ran a hand over his face.

'What did Keith do now?”

Richard instantly looked furious as you took out your phone a handing it to Richard. He looked down at the message.

“Y/n please tell me that you aren't going to Alaska?”

You shook your head.

“He can just get rid of my stuff for all I care. Besides my restraining order is about up and I don't want to be anywhere near him.”

Jared stood.

“Wait, you left a lot of your stuff behind. Like pictures and stuff from our grandparents that we won't be able to get back.”

You shrugged.

“Not much I can do about it.”

Richard cleared his throat.

“I'll go to Alaska with you. You aren't going anywhere in that state without me.”

Jared nodded.

“Jensen and I are sure as hell going to. Trooper boy isn't starting his shit.”

You smiled, feeling relived. Before you could really give your thanks your cell phone that was still in Richard's hand. He looked down before rolling his eyes.

“Speak of the devil.”

He quickly hit the answer button as his face took on a whole new expression of rage that you hadn't seen before. He started talking furiously to Keith. For a moment you didn't listen. You didn't want to go into a panic attack! What if Keith told Richard a bunch of bullshit and ruined what you two had? You couldn't deal with that! For once in your life you had partner that was perfect for you!

When Richard spoke again he got your attention,

“Yeah, I am her new boyfriend and I am twice the man that you will ever be! My suggestion for you asshat is to stay the fuck away from my girl! Yeah? I don't care if you are a cop! I don't care if you are the god damn president! Fuck off!”

When Richard hung up, he put the phone down in a huff. Jensen and Jared were quiet for a moment. Both clearly had no idea what to say. You meanwhile, stepped forward wrapping your arms around Richard's shoulders. He didn't waste a second in tucking your head under his chin and holding you close.

Jensen was the first one to talk,

“Dude did you ever know when you get mad that your southern really shows?”

Richard gave him a scowl before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“You two might need to come along because if I run into that fucker I am going to be in jail.”

Jensen chuckled.

“Ah, I'll just punch him again.”

Richard looked pleased enough with the fact that he would have back up. The way that he was feeling right now he could probably knock Keith into the ground himself.

“Come on sugar. Lets go get some air.”

You couldn't agree more! Air was definitely what you needed!

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You were talking about your first experience with the guys at a convention and how you felt so nervous about the karaoke night. “I had a hard time because I had never sang in front of anyone—“ “Except in front of us on set.” Jared cut you off. “She belts out songs after each take. She’s like a juke box.” “It’s all fun and games until she starts singing Taylor Swift or—“ “Hey! Some of her songs are catchy.” You snapped at Jensen. The audience were laughing as they watched the three of you go back and forth. Basically watching the guys making fun of you. Something you were used too. A little girl waited until she was able to ask her question. She stood there with a big smile on her face when you looked at her. “Sorry, Love.” You chuckled. “What’s your question?” She was nervous but excited at the same time. “I—I was wondering if Lydia and Dean will ever be together? They seem so perfect for each other and yea—I just really hope they fall in love.” You glanced at your co-star and shrugged. Pretending to be disinterested in him and the idea of it. “Eh, I don’t think Dean can handle her.” You teased. Jensen dramatically rolled his eyes and huffed. “Bull shit.” He exclaimed. “I know, I’m kidding.” You chuckled. “No—I mean we haven’t heard anything about our characters becoming more than just friends yet, but I am totally with you on that. I think Lydia and Dean—“ Before you could finish your statement, the crowd grew loud and suddenly Chris Evans appeared from behind you. Your eyes grew wide as you shot up from your seat and threw your arms around your boyfriends neck, pulling him in to you. “Oh my god!” You kept repeating over and over again. The moment jensen saw Chris, his lips dropped into a frown. His stomach churned with a part of him feeling nauseous. He knew you two were close. But he hated seeing you with him. He hated it more than anything. It took him a while to realize why but when he did, he knew he was screwed. Jensen was in love with you. So much that he couldn’t get you out of his head. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself otherwise, he loved you. But he was married to Danneel. A woman you had met on multiple occasions. “Holy shit you guys, it’s Chris freakin Evans!” You cackled, still holding him close but looking out into the crowd. Chris waved at everyone, his smile so big his cheeks were beginning to ache. “What’re you doing here?” You asked. He shrugged his shoulders, and chuckled. “I came to see you! What kind of question is that?” He muttered. “I missed my girlfriend.” You cupped his cheeks, gazing into his deep blue eyes, falling more in love with him. “Oh and there’s one more thing.” He said. Though you were too busy with Chris, Jensen was at the side of the stage looking at you two. An ache forming across his chest. Jared noticed the way his demeanor changed. He could see the hurt in his best friends eyes. All Jensen could do was glance down at the floor. Fighting himself over the fact that he had no right to feel this way. Chris went down on one knee and the crowd went crazy! Screaming and clapping echoed throughout the room. But you were too shocked to even notice, you were lost in the moment. Seeing the man you loved on his knee, with a ring in his hands. “Y/N Y/L/N, you are the best thing to ever happen to me and I don’t ever want to lose you. You’re my best friend, my person and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said, his eyes welling with tears. “Will you marry me?” Jensen felt his stomach churn more. His heart beat racing as he glanced at you hoping; praying you would say no. “Yes!! Oh my gosh—yes! A thousand times; yes!!” You exclaimed. The tears streaming down your cheeks. Chris slid the ring on your finger, and immediately propped to his feet and lifted you off the ground. Spinning you around in circles as his lips pressed soft, passionate kisses to your lips. “I love you.” He repeated. Everything felt surreal. Felt like it was all falling into place. Until your feet touched the ground and your eyes slowly averted to Jensen. The way he looked at you with such sorrow and pain, you suddenly felt something was off. He swallowed hard, fighting his tears and forced a smirk. “Congrats.” He mouthed. Your lips twitched into a soft smile. “Thank you.”

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The One Moment- Ch7: The Anniversary

SERIES MASTERLIST - PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6

Chapter Summary: For your one year anniversary you’re headed to… VanCon! The most romantic location on Earth! Complete with screaming fans and cosplay, it’s your one-stop destination for luuurrve.

Genre: Big fluff. Massive fluff. So much fluff it’ll make your teeth rot.

Words: 2903

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: This song is featured in the last half of the fic, I highly recommend you check it out. Not only is it a great song, but anyone who knows OK Go will know they make some pretty insane music videos!

Previously:

“I’m just… happy. And I love you,” you replied, placing a kiss on his nose. He brushed his hand lightly across your cheek and his face became serious.

“Y/N, I’ve never before loved anyone like I love you. And for what it’s worth, when I look into my future you’re all I see.”

“Dammit Jensen,” you sighed, pulling back from Jared suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

“Don’t be embarrassed babe, you have nothing to be worried about. It was nice to find out you feel the exact same way as me, if it makes you feel better,” he told you, burrowing his head into your neck and resting there.

And it was there he stayed until he was called back to set, each of you feeling like a weight had been lifted from your collective shoulders.

You could hardly believe your 1 year anniversary was already upon you. The time really had completely flown by in a mix of dinners and pranks and weekends away and midnight romps (the latter much to Jensen’s disgust). You had yet to make plans, unfortunately the date fell on a convention so no doubt you’d be celebrating either before or after the event, and while that was a little disappointing you knew that the job came first.

The week before, you were busy doing paperwork when you heard a knock on your office door. You were thrilled when Jared opened the door, and bounded across the room directly into his arms.

“Wow, hi babe! To what do I owe this greeting?” Jared laughed as he gracefully spun you around on the spot.

“A few dozen cups of coffee, give or take. And, you know, the simple pleasure of your company,” you told him, reaching up for a kiss before sighing contently and moving back to your desk. “Most the coffee though,” you added with a wink.

“Man, I should come say hi more often,” he smiled, sitting down at the chair opposite you. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Fire away,” you reply, pushing the papers on your desk aside and sitting your pen down, giving him your undivided attention.

“So, I was just wondering if Eric needed you to come to Vancon this year,” Jared began, and you raised a curious eyebrow.

“I wasn’t planning to no. I expected he’d want me to stay here and proofread the new scripts but I haven’t asked yet.”

“Well don’t. Because I was kind of hoping you’d come along this year. With me. As my date.”

“Hun. This is a Con, not a prom.”

“I know I know it’s just, well, it falls right on our anniversary and with Lacey working all the time I just hate the idea of you being alone,” he replied, looking down at his hands to avoid your gaze.

You frowned, and lifted his chin with your hand to force him to look at you.

“Sweety, I promise I would be ok. But if you’re sure you’re alright with my being there that’s fine too, I don’t want to distract you from your work but I DO want to be with you. Usually I get to see the Con’s from the other side; this could be a lot of fun actually,” you replied, liking the idea more and more as you talked about it. “Maybe Lace could even get the time off, she’d totally love cos playing as Sam Winchester,” you teased, which garnered a smile from Jared.

“That would be a lot of fun. See if you can tee it up?” he asked, giving you a kiss before his phone started to ring. “Crap, they need me back.”

“It’s ok hun, I’ll see you at lunch.”

You blew him a kiss as he walked out the door, and spun around in your chair with glee once he was out of sight.

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You were thrilled to get to your hotel after what ended up being a fairly stressful week. Jared and Jensen had already headed downstairs to finalise some business with the convention so you took the opportunity to call Lacey. Sprawled out on the bed, you kicked off your shoes and sighed contently.

“Living in the lap of luxury are we?” Lacey greeted you on the other line.

“This bed is made out of clouds or something, I swear,” you replied with a smile.

“Well, you’ll have to give me a demonstration when I get there in the morning. Breakfast in bed!” she whooped with excitement. “I could only get a crappy single on level one… I’m betting my bed is made of razor blades.”

“Nah, they’d spring for hay at least, you’ll be comfy enough. Hell, Mary gave birth in a stable so it can’t be too pricky.”

“If you say so. Worse case scenario I’ll just come up and kick Jared out of the bed. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Funny thing is, he’d probably happily take the sofa,” you replied with a smile.

“Yer, dude, what’s with you getting all the good ones?” she whined. “ANYway, I’ll be there around 7:30am ok?”

“Sure, and hey come straight up to our room, we can have breakfast with the cast. Buffett and all,” you told her.

“Food, glorious food,” she started singing down the line. “Shit ok, I better go, my supervisor just walked past. Byies!” she rambled quickly before hanging up, leaving you rolling with laughter on the bed at the image of her singing in the hospital hallway with her boss in earshot. You calmed yourself long enough to hear Jared open the door, followed closely behind by Jensen.

“Hey guys, how’s it all going?” you asked, rolling up into a sitting position on the bed.

“Yep, all the arrangements have been made. What were you laughing at?” Jared asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. You shrugged.

“Just listening to Lace embarrass herself in front of her boss. So you know, nothing new.”

“So, what are you crazy kids gonna get up to tomorrow?” Jensen asked, sitting on the couch opposite you with a bottle of water, while Jared sat next to you on the bed.

“I figure after breakfast we’ll see as many panels as we can, check out some of the costumes. You know, the usual thing.”

“There’s a concert on tomorrow night that you should check out,” Jared added, taking a sip from his water.

“Maybe. Will you guys be there?”

“We might make an appearance,” Jensen replied non-committedly, catching Jared’s eye.

“Well, is it worth going if you won’t be?” you asked. “What actually is this concert?”

“Rob will be playing with his band. They’ll belt out some songs, hopefully the crowd will get into it… sounds like it’ll be a great night, you should definitely check it out,” Jared said, pulling you in to kiss your temple before jumping up and heading for the bathroom to brush his teeth.

“Well yer, ok, I guess we will,” you told him. “Promise me we at least get to have an anniversary dinner on Sunday night babe?” you called out, glad to hear a muffled sound in the affirmative coming from the bathroom between brushes.

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The day went by in a complete blur. Jared let Lacey in at 7:30am before hopping in the shower, leaving her to bounce on the bed and wake you up in a frazzle. Once you’d managed to slow your heartrate down you both began excitedly preparing your day. She seemed SUPER excited about the concert and left no room for negotiation on your attendance, so you locked that one in. A few panels, silly photos and shopping for merchandise later you found yourself an hour out from the concert and despite yourself feeling a bit down.

“Hey Y/N, what’s wrong?” Lacey asked you concerned, as you both got ready. You shrugged.

“I dunno, it’s dumb. I just, it’s our anniversary tomorrow and I haven’t seen him all day. Like, properly seen him. If we hadn’t gone to the panels I actually wouldn’t have laid eyes on him since breakfast,” you pouted. “I came so we could try and get some time together but it hasn’t happened at all yet.”

“Awww, come here babe,” Lacey cooed, arms outstretched inviting you in for a hug. You approached and was reaching for the embrace when you instead received a slap on the back of the head.

“HEY! Geez Lace, what was that for?” you cried, rubbing your scalp.

“Dude, I’ve not had sex for like a year so take that whining elsewhere,” she told you in playful annoyance before softening. “You know he’s going to try and meet us at the concert, and you’ve still got your romantic dinner thing tomorrow night. So just come out and have fun and be glad to have him to cuddle up to when you get back, OK?”

You sighed and nodded your head before Lacey pulled you in for a proper hug, pulling away quickly when she remembered her hair straightener was ready for her.

A few hours later you both found yourselves downstairs in the concert hall, hot and sweaty from the continuous dancing. You’d not yet seen Jared and were considering heading up to your room at that point, when Lacey seemed to sense this and grabbed you even harder. She was having the time of her life, and while you were definitely enjoying yourself you knew you’d be just as happy watching a movie with Jared.

“I know what you’re thinking. Just, like, 30 more minutes ok?” Lacey yelled out above the music, giving you her best impression of Sam’s puppy dog eyes knowing you couldn’t resist that.

“You suck, you know that?” you told her dryly before groaning loudly. “OK, I’ll give you 15 more and then I’m out.”

“20!”

“15 Lace! No negotiating.”

“GAH! OK fine! Here, hold my purse for a sec I better check my phone.”

You continued to watch Rob on stage and move around tiredly to the music while Lacey appeared to be writing a SMS, presumably work.

“Can’t they leave you alone for even one day?” you asked her.

“Huh?”

“Work, right?”

“Oh, right. Yes, a doctor’s work is never done babe, you know that,” she replied with a wink before putting her phone away and turning back to the stage. The song was slowing down and you watched as Rob made a concerted effort to listen into his earpiece. Apparently someone was telling him something.

“OK guys, we have a special treat for y’all,” Rob called into the microphone, the last song fading into the background. “Can we all please welcome Jensen Ackles to the stage!!”

You looked around in amusement as the crowd went wild. You had given up expecting them to “make an appearance” as Jensen had suggested the night before, so this was a pleasant surprise. He gave Rob a hug before taking the microphone and moving to the front of the stage.

“HELLO VANCOUVER!” he cried out, like the big dork rock star he thinks he is you thought to yourself with a grin. “So it’s just me for the moment, Paddles should be out soon but there’s something else I wanna do before he does. I understand my best mate Y/N is in the audience with y’all. I mean, she’s also Jared’s girlfriend but you know she likes me better,” he added with a wink.

You brought your hand to your face with a laugh, hiding in embarrassment while a few of the fans turned around and gave you a friendly smile. A few started pointing you out to Jensen and you weakly raised your hand to grab his attention. His face lit up when he saw you and he pointed enthusiastically.

“There she is! Looking all hot and sweaty like the rest of you, good look Y/N/N,” he nodded and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Alright alright, so we’re gonna do something a little different right now. As some of you might know it’s Y/N and Jared’s anniversary tomorrow and he wanted me to organise a little something special.”

The crowd screamed loudly and clapped in celebration, and you were starting to wonder where this was headed. Was Jared really going to make you celebrate this without him? Almost like he read your mind he answered for you.

“He’ll be out any second but maybe we should we just start, whadda you say Rob?”

He nodded and the band started playing. You looked at them in confusion as you realized the song that was playing, that Jensen was preparing to sing. It wasn’t a Louden Swain song you’d ever heard before, nor a rock song which seemed to be the popular choice of the night. It was your favourite, the one you had danced to the night you met Jared at the bar you recalled. You looked at Lacey in confusion, and your heart skipped a beat as she looked at you with a soft smile and glistening eyes.

“Lace, what the-“

“Just shut up and listen Y/N,” she told you, turning you back to the stage and wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

You relented, still confused but loving the song and swaying to the music, unable to help yourself singing along to the first verse. As the chorus swelled the fans around you got into it as well, holding their phones in the air and swaying them above their heads.

And this will be The one moment that matters And this will be The one thing we remember And this will be The reason to have been here And this will be The one moment that matters at all

As the second verse began, you gasped as an image of yourself and Jared was suddenly projected onto the wall behind the band and fans started screaming around you. Jensen continued to sing and glanced above to see, grinning as he turned back to you to watch your reaction. It was your favourite picture, one taken at the zoo just a few months prior, and your heart started pumping faster at the sight. You barely heard the people around you as you continued to watch the pictures change with each line of the song, each one a different picture of you and Jared doing something together. Feeding each other lasagna, hiding behind a wall ready with a bucket of water to tip on Jensen’s head, piggybacking around set. You turned to Lacey again and she was watching you, tears now falling freely and hugging your side tightly.

“Is this…“

You didn’t finish, and she didn’t answer. She gave you a kiss on the cheek before taking your hand and leading you to the front of the stage in a skip. You followed behind in a daze, still watching the pictures and trying not to trip over anyone in the process. Thankfully you had parked yourselves not too far from the front, but as the moments went on you realized this wasn’t by accident.

And this will be The one moment that matters And this will be The one thing we remember And this will be The reason to have been here And this will be The one moment that matters at all

So won't you stay here with me And we'll build until we've blistered our hands So won't you stay here with me We'll build us some temples We'll build us some castles We'll build us some monuments And burn them all right down

Just then Jared appeared on the stage, dressed to the nines in a suit and tie holding a bunch of roses. You had to hold onto Lacey for fear of your legs giving out, as he walked towards you with purpose. He looked nervous but elated as he strode toward you, the band still playing to your deaf ears at that point. There was literally only one thing you could focus on right at that one moment and that was the man coming toward you. As he reached the front he held out his hand and Lacey made to lift you up. You took your shaky hand and placed it in his, allowing them to get you onto the stage without any effort on your part. Jared took both your hands in his and looked into your eyes contentedly, and as the last chorus started he knelt down onto one knee.

You were the only people in the room at that point, though Lacey would later tell you the noise was deafening. He didn’t say anything as he looked at you from the ground, pulling a ring box from his pocket and opening it to reveal a beautiful opal ring you’d seen and admired several months prior. Never one for tradition, you had commented in passing that you’d happily wear that ring the rest of your life and Jared wisely took the hint. You both just looked into each other’s eyes and had a silent conversation. After a few seconds he mouthed 2 simple words to you, words he knew you couldn’t misread.

“Will you?” he asked, his eyes started to brim with tears.

You at this point however were a sobbing mess. You couldn’t stop the tears flowing and within less than a second you started laughing and nodding furiously. He smiled madly at you as he slipped the ring onto your finger and leapt up to embrace you. You leaned in to kiss him, trying to keep it PG but realizing you were probably failing miserably as loud whooping came from the crowd.

You looked around to find your friends. Jensen had finished singing, leaving the rest of the song with Rob, and had brought Lacey onto the stage while you’d been distracted, watching from a few metres back to give you your privacy. Well, as much as you could get on a stage in front of a few hundred fans and cameras. At your invitation they raced forward and you all hugged as Rob finished the song, none of you caring that the World was watching right at that moment… that one moment.

This will be The one moment that matters And this will be

The one moment that matters at all

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