#his ex-fiance fumbled so hard... i would never dump him-

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I feel a little bad for thirsting as much as I do over him since he's literally always going through The Horrors, but GOODNESS...

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Second Chances

Summary (request): Hello, could you write an imagine, reader and Jensen were together and were co-actors in Devour(or Dark angel, your choice) but broke up. Years later they meet on set of Supernatural and Jensen wants get back together bc he didn't want to leave reader in first place?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, implied smut, smitten Jensen

“This is where your trailer will be,” said the PA showing you around that morning. “If you want to change and then head over to hair and makeup I’ll get you onto set.”

“Sure thing,” you said. You headed up the steps and grabbed your costume from the closet, doing a quick change and dumping your bag. You took a deep breath as you headed out, bracing yourself for what was to come.

Somehow you’d made it through the entire day before you saw that flash of hair and broad shoulders, a bit broader and more muscular than you remembered.

“Y/N?” said Jensen, stopped dead in his tracks from where he was walking onto set.

“Hey,” you said, giving him a smile. He stared, shaking his head after a moment, searching for words. “Want to rehearse before we have to film?”

“Sure,” he said. Practicing was easy. Working with Jensen had always been easy and now that he was the lead of the show, you saw how much he cared about the guest stars and ensuring they were comfortable working there. Your mini-rehearsal slipped easily into filming, everyone calling it an early night when you finished. You were only slated to be back the next day, your character in limbo after that but you wouldn’t be opposed to a more secure job or a call back.

Even if it was with your ex-boyfriend.

After excusing yourself from set, you headed back to your trailer and changed, nearly down your front steps when Jensen came around a corner.

“Hey,” he said, almost out of breath it seemed.

“Hey. Again,” you said with a smile.

“You uh...it has been a long time, kiddo,” he said.

“Yeah, it has,” you said, stepping onto the pavement. “You did well for yourself.”

“No, I got lucky,” he said.

“You did good, Jensen. I always knew you would,” you said. He shrugged, biting his bottom lip. “Yeah?”

“How long you been back in the states?” he asked.

“Technically not back in the states,” you said. “But I was only in London for two years before I went back to LA. I bounce around to wherever work takes me.”

“Not like when we were a pair of kids fumbling our way through it all,” he teased. “I forgot how easy it always was to work with you.”

“Well I’m still around tomorrow,” you said.

“We just going to avoid that elephant in the room?” he asked.

“We dated a long time ago, Jensen,” you said. “I’m cool with it.”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t remember why we broke up in the first place. We didn’t have problems, Y/N. You were going to London for who knew how long and you didn’t want me to be stuck tied to you,” he said.

“Long distance is hard, Jens,” you said, fixing your backpack. “Even worse back then. I don’t know if we would have survived it.”

“So we killed it instead of taking the risk,” he said. You closed your eyes, rubbing your head. “I agreed. I’m not blaming you. I never blamed you. I’ve had other girlfriends since. It’s just...never been the same.”

“What’s never been the same?” you asked, dropping your hand away.

“You haven’t looked me in the eye once outside of a scene tonight,” he said.

“I’m not the eighteen year old girl that gets swept off her feet by the cute Texas boy anymore, Jens,” you said, finally looking at him.

He was so much older but somehow those eyes looked the same as those last happy days together.

“You still love me, don’t you,” you said.

“We didn’t break up because we broke or stopped loving each other, Y/N. I thought I was over it, I really was and then you walked onto set two hours ago and changed all that on me,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you’re not over it either from the look on your face.”

“We don’t know each other anymore, Jensen,” you said. “We can’t...you have a crush again is all. I haven’t seen you in over a decade.”

“You’re right,” he said, suddenly backing off. “I’m sorry. Hell you probably have a boyfriend or a fiance or-”

“I’m single,” you said.

“I’m just going to head home,” he said, mumbling to himself. “I’m sorry. It’s too late, isn’t it.”

“Hey!” you barked, Jensen pausing as he walked away. “I didn’t...you asshole. You always won every disagreement.”

“I won the disagreements I was right about. Most of the time I just liked to see you riled up. Your nose gets all cute…” he trailed off.

“Shut up. Let’s...we could get a drink and catch up? Friends?” you asked. You barely had the words out of your mouth before he was grabbing your hand.

“Fuck,” you said, laying back in bed. You turned your head, Jensen looking over at you, getting his breath back. “Who gave you permission to get better at that?”

“Don’t complain about good sex,” he said between breaths, throwing his arm over his face, moving it away, almost as if he were trying to hide.

“Are you blushing, Jensen?” you asked, a smile spreading on your lips.

“Screw you. I haven’t been nervous about sex in years,” he said, closing his eyes.

“You always cared too much about what I thought,” you said.

“Back then I thought I was too scrawny. Now I-”

“You’re perfect,” you said, tilting your head as you rolled over and tucked yourself against him. “Jensen.”

“Stay in town a little while,” he said, moving his arm over top of your head, playing with a few strands of your hair. “Hell you can crash here in the guest room if you don’t want to rush. I want to get to know you again is all.”

“You said that four hours ago and look what happened,” you said, lifting up the sheets.

“Seems like we still like each other,” he teased. You closed your eyes and burrowed your head in the crook of his neck. “Y/N.”

“Maybe I stay the weekend. I have an audition in LA on Tuesday,” you said.

“Okay. I can settle for that for now.”

“Y/N?” asked Jensen. He was dropping you off at the airport but you weren’t getting out of the car, stuck there as you stared out the window. “Y/N, you’ll miss your flight if you don’t head out.”

“Facetime me tonight?” you asked, turning your body towards him. He smiled, nodding slowly.

“Can we try this time?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “I think I screwed up back then.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” he said with a smirk.

“I’ll talk to you tonight, dork,” you said.

“Alright, dork. Maybe if you don’t have plans this weekend, I can come visit you,” he said.

“Jensen, you don’t have to-”

“I lost a decade already. I’m taking every second I can get,” he said. You leaned over in your seat and kissed him, Jensen smiling into it. “Fly safe.”

“I’ll talk to you soon, Jensen,” you said, opening the door when his hand caught your wrist.

“I will see you this weekend,” he said. “Right?”

“I’m not making the same mistake, twice. I’ll talk to you tonight, Jens.”

“Hi,” said Jensen, stepping into your LA apartment around midnight on Friday night. “This is cozy.”

“I loathe it with a burning passion,” you said, locking up behind him.

“I figured as much,” he said, plucking off his baseball cap and plopping it on your head, pulling the brim down. “You’re adorable.”

“Shut up,” you said with smile, fixing the hat and plopping it on your front table. “Come to bed, honey.”

“I can get used to that.”

“So,” said Jensen, slurping down some cereal the next morning. “You never told me how your audition went.”

“I heard back yesterday. I got the job. Half-season gig. I talked to a producer of a different show I did recently and there’s an opportunity for a full season next year depending on character reception,” you said.

“What kind of show?” he asked, taking another bite. “Another drama?”

“Sort of. You uh, you still want to…even if I get jobs far away...” you trailed off.

“Yeah. You’re my girl. I don’t care how far away you are. We’re in this together,” he said.

“Good. I was thinking of getting a roommate for this new show,” you said.

“Roommate?” he asked.

“Yeah. I got someone in mind,” you said.

“Do I know them?”

“Probably better than anyone,” you said.

“Well as long as they don’t mind me showing up every weekend,” he said.

“You still haven’t gotten it yet, have you?” you teased, hopping up on the counter. “I’m hoping you’d be my roommate.”

“But I’m in Vancouver,” he said. You raised an eyebrow, a smile quickly spreading on his face. “You’re so sleeping in my room.”

“I don’t think I’ll have a problem with that,” you said, scooting closer to him. “Want to take any guesses on the show?”

“I’m not that lucky,” he said.

“Not this season, no. But I’ll be around and maybe next year that other show will pan out,” you said with a smirk. “If that’s okay with you of course. I know we dove headfirst into this thing again.”

“I’m okay with that,” said Jensen. “It’s a little funny though.”

“What is?”

“I guess I don’t regret what happened as much as I thought I did. I really like this person you’ve become, even more than the old you,” he said.

“You’re still a sweet talker,” you said. He smiled, reaching up and pulling you down into his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Hey, you didn’t drop me this time like the first time you did that. Good for you. That’s another improvement right there.”

“Shut up,” he teased, nuzzling your cheek. “Never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“There was also the time-“

“Sh,” he said, cutting you off with a kiss. You smiled into it, slowly peeling away when you started to slide off his lap. His hands hiked underneath you though and pulled you back, Jensen chuckling to himself. “Just where do you think you’re going? You think I’m letting you go again?”

“I hope not,” you said.

“No. Not letting you slip away this time. I promise.”