#jensen ackles fanficion

[zepskies]

Hiiiiiii I love ur work girl your image of soldier boy and like the way he acts is the most accurate and like loveable out of anyone else’s I’ve ever seen, I see so many fics of him being this lovey soft boy and never getting mad at you like girl we both know damn well he would be loud and cocky like 24/7!! but I love his cockiness omg 😍I also love ur Latina/poc hcs I love them they’re so accurate and imaginable

I was wondering if u could write like a fic or something about soldier boy and u on like christmas and he goes like all out and gets you gifts that are so meaningful and obv ur surprised because he would usually just get u like smth expensive with no thought but he gives u like the cutest stuff ever and waits to see ur reaction bc he wants to know if he did a good job- omg and maybe u could make it a smut where hes like lowk romantic: like yea hes giving u backshots but hes like meaningful wit it LMAOO

sorry ik that was a lot but i just love ur work and would love to see some of my ideas with ur writing!! lmk girl 💋💋

Hi there, lovely anon! 💚

Wow, wow, wow - thank you so much!!! Writing Soldier Boy/Ben in a romance is a tricky balance to find, but I'm so very glad you enjoy what I've come up with.

LOL he'd for sure be arrogant and stubborn and prickly at times. He's certainly not a perfect man, and being in a relationship isn't going to make him perfect. But how I've tried to go about showing his growth is balancing out his natural personality with perhaps his desire to be a better person for his girl.

And thank you for mentioning my headcanon for Soldier Boy x POC!Reader! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 I literally just wrote a one-shot story for that last night, and I'm planning to let it fly sometime in November!! 🙏🏽 💁🏽‍♀️

As for your request, I'm actually only accepting requests on my Patreon now, but what you've described is actually pretty close to my three-part mini series, Love Actually in the Break Me Down-verse (Soldier Boy x Reader).

It's a fun Christmas story that takes place from Christmas Eve through Christmas Day, with Ben trying to navigate the holiday with the reader's crazy family lol. Complete with meaningful gift giving and hot romantic smut! 😘❤️‍🔥

[fairlyspnfanfic]

The Ties that Bind Us

Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail?  Hunting had been your life since your were 4 years old.  The monsters that started you on that path were resurfacing, and you knew what you had to do.  But nothing is ever truly secret, and nothing is ever that cut and dry with the Winchester’s in tow. 

A/N: This is a new one that is coming from a few requests.  I’m not going to post the actual requests because...well because it would spoil the story line and I’m pretty into this one. 

Words: 2826

Tags: Angst, Fluff, nightmares, all the fun stuff. 

I wrang my hands together nervously.  They were all sweat; clammy and cold while simultaneously uncomfortably hot.  My breathing was deceptively calm, though every other part of me shook as my anxiety climbed.  I closed my eyes, pushing my hands down on the mattress on either side of me and took a deep steadying breath.  Talking myself into pushing my body into a standing position, I opened my eyes and left my room, consciously putting one foot in front of the other.  

“Guys?” My voice rang out in the echoey halls, shaking and hoarse.  I cleared my throat and ran my hands through my hair as I continued making my way into the main room.  There they were.  Dean, his feet kicked up on the table, a large, brown dusty book sprawled on his lap and a beer firmly clasped in his hand as he focused on the words on the page. Sam, pacing back and forth silently behind him.  

It had been weeks since we had found a job. The last actual gig we had been on was pretty small-fry. A pair of ghouls wreaking havoc in a college town that we had taken care of in less than a weekend. The local fraternity parties didn’t even notice, and the drunken sorority girls went on with their lives none the wiser.

But this?  This job was going to be huge.  If not in scale, then in emotion alone.  Not for the boys.  They wouldn’t have any clue; I’d make sure of that.  The pack had been on the prowl for decades, maybe longer.  Long enough to have destroyed my life, killed my family, and upend everything I knew to be true when I was only four years old. And now they were back.  I rubbed the sweat from my palms that would have given me away on the back of my jeans, before grabbing the chair opposite from Dean.  The wheels moved faster than I expected as it began to roll behind me.  I lowered myself quickly into the seat, as if the mishap was entirely intentional, but the smirk at the corner of Dean’s smile let me know my attempt had failed.

I hated the chairs in the map room. The side armrests dug into my hips and I was never quite comfortable in them.  But who was I to question generations of decorum?  I crossed my legs as eloquently as I could, adjusting so that I was practically sitting on one hip in order to keep the bars from digging into them.

The laptop Sam had out on the table was still booted up.  I reached out, grabbing it and quickly pulled up the article that I had found this morning.  “Woman’s Body Found Mangled in Historic District.”  I spun the screen around, allowing Dean to see.  He skimmed through it quickly before sneering. “Doesn’t really scream monster there, Y/N.”  I rolled my eyes, returning control of the computer to myself and pulled up three more articles, all within the last two months.  “Teen Killed in Apparent Pit Bull Attack,” followed by “Couple Maimed in Forrest Preserve” and “Missing Child Found Had Been Attacked by Unidentified Animal.”  I pushed the screen over to Dean again.

“Well, maybe that does merit a look-see.”  His tune changed.  Whenever there was a lapse between jobs, Dean would get antsy.  His temperament changed, he was jumpy, and nothing could make him happier than a new destination and a big bad to gank.  

“What’s that?” Sam said as he practically skipped up to the table like an excited puppy.

“Get this,” I began before Dean cut me off.

“Y/N,” he chastised.  “That’s Sam’s line.”  He winked at me as a smile spread widely across his face.  That smile.  The one that could bring world peace as far as I was concerned.  At the very least, it made my knees weak, breath hitch, and I lost all train of thought.  

I quickly pulled myself back together and pushed my daydreaming mind back to the task at hand.  Dean pushed the laptop over to Sam, allowing him to read through them quickly.  “So, what are we thinking, Werewolves? Hellhounds?”  

“Werewolves,” I said definitively.  My face was deadpan, and it didn’t seem to go unnoticed.  “Look at the descriptions.  There’s something they aren’t saying.  The bodies were all attacked at night, and each one was during the full moon. Plus, the missing kid?  He was 8.  That’s not enough time for any demon deal to go down and a Hellhound to get involved.  No, it’s a werewolf.  No doubt in my mind.”  I was all seriousness and they knew it.  Sam simply nodded, his eyebrows creased suspiciously, but he didn’t question me.

“Well then,” Dean said, clapping his hands together as he all but jumped to his feet.  “Let’s get on the road.  It’s a little over seven hours to Missouri.  You’ve got fifteen minutes to get ready.”  He was like a kid at Christmas as he bounced down the hallway to his room.

“Only guy in the world to get the warm and fuzzies from a bunch of dead bodies,” I laughed, shaking my head, closing the laptop, and uncrossing my legs.  I stood up slowly and stretched my arms above my head.

Sam didn’t take his probing eyes off me as he crossed his arms.  “Y/N?”

“Yes, Samuel?”  I mocked him in response.

“What aren’t you telling us?”  

I did my best version of shock and outrage, looking around as if I wasn’t quite sure what he was alluding to. “What?”

“You’ve never been so adamant about a job before.  Hell, you’re usually the one trying to talk us out of taking jobs.  What gives?”  I rolled my eyes as dramatically as I could.

“Nothing.  It just seems like a pretty clear gig to me.  And if bodies are dropping every month, and more bodies each time?”  I shook my head.  “Then the next ones are on us.”  I locked eyes with the younger Winchester, attempting to convey my point with a look.

His expression still seemed doubtful, but he nodded his head and walked towards his room, patting my shoulder as he passed by me. “Whatever you say, kid.”  

Half an hour later, we were all piled into the Impala.  Dean driving, Sam riding shotgun, and I lounged across the backseat, scouring the news for any updates.  The next full moon wouldn’t be for another week, but I wasn’t willing to allow anything to be missed.  Not when I could stop it.  

A couple of hours later, my eyes began to droop, and my cell phone slipped from my hand, crashing to the floor between my feet.  But my exhaustion won out over my need to secure the phone.  

I looked down at my hands. They were sticky and coated with a thick layer of blood.  I had no idea if it was mine or someone else’s, but the terror that rose in my chest didn’t care.  All around me, the only sounds I could hear were the violent gnashing of teeth, the moist squelching of flesh being torn from bone, and the small, muted whimpers from someone that I had yet to lay my eyes on.  I looked around but everything around me was coated in darkness.  Only my hands were visible in a dim red light that seemed to come from nowhere.  I took a step forward, feeling my foot slip as the wet floor beneath me was coated in that same tacky liquid that was all over my hands.  Looking in front of me, I came eye to eye with a single pair of vibrant yellow orbs that seemed to stop me in my tracks.  Paralyzed with fear, I froze, unwilling and wholly unable to continue forward.  A low grumble began emanating from those same eyes as they moved closer to me.  The grumble turned quickly to a growl; vicious and hungry with a deep, bone chilling timbre.  Suddenly, the eyes were directly in front of me, inches from my face. So close that I could feel the hot, rank breath on my cheek before a loud, piercing snarl rang in my ear.  

My eyes snapped open and the sweat running down my neck sent a chill down my spine.  My sharp inhale was the only sound made and I did my best to calm down before making any further noise.  My nightmares had always been the same and had always been my own.  Nobody had ever found out about them, especially the boys, and I fully intended to keep it that way.  

Stretching my arms to my sides as best as I could, I made a dramatic show of waking.  “Where are we?”  I asked.

Glancing to the front seat I could see Sam slumped against the window, his head tilted back, mouth open, and very much asleep.  Dean was still in the driver’s seat, bobbing his head and mouthing along with Steven Tyler as he belted out the lyrics to “Dream On.”  His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, giving me that same world-peace smile that only he seemed to know how.  

“About 100 miles outside St. Charles.  I’ve gotta stop for gas though.  You hungry?” I nodded back to him as I rubbed my eyes, clearing out the sandy bit of sleep that had formed in the corners.  

“Do you need to change out? I can drive the last of the way.” I offered, knowing he’d never go for it. He never had before.  

“I’m good.  Got a solid three hours of shut eye last night.” He winked at me in the mirror. Pushing down the butterflies in my stomach and doing my best to suppress the blush that I was sure was creeping to my cheeks, I looked out the window.  The sun had just come down, creating an orange sky with just a hint of pink.  I took a deep breath and turned back to facing the driver.  

Dean pulled off onto an exit ramp and turned into a QT Gas Station.  “What are you in the mood for?”  he asked me. I shrugged.

“Surprise me.”  The glint in his eye and the devilish smile that he gave me in return elicited an exaggerated eye roll from me.  “Just go get some road food.”  I waved him away.  “I’ll pump.” I opened my door as quietly as I could and stepped around to the gas pump.  I twisted the gas cap, put my card in the machine, or rather Stacey Abrams’ card, and began filling the tank.  

I watched Dean walk up and into the convenience store, his bowed legs taking long strides as he did so. He grabbed the door and held it open, making a big show as he gestured for the woman coming out the door to pass before him.  The leggy blonde walked by, tucking her perfectly silky hair behind her perfect ears as her perfectly perky tits bounced their way out of the shop.  I watched as Dean’s eyes followed her out, obviously and lustily eyeing her up and down, appreciating the view.  

The sharp stab to my chest wasn’t new.  The jealousy mixed with disappointment happened pretty frequently after all.  But each time felt like ripping off a band aid before the wound had begun to heal.  

The gas pump stopped, the telling “clunk” of the machinery drawing my attention back to my task.  I tapped the spout on the edge of the tank before fully withdrawing it and hanging it back up on the pump.  I ripped the receipt off quickly, shoving it into my back pocket as I walked back around the car and settled into my seat again.  

“You know, you could always just tell him.”  Sam’s voice rang out, surprising me, from the front seat.  

“Shit, Sam.” I said.  “I thought you were asleep!”  

“I’m serious, Y/N. Tell him.”  He had turned around now, staring me dead in the face as if we were locked in a staring contest that I hadn’t agreed to participate in.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said a bit too defensively.  

“Right.”  He rolled his eyes at me.  “You do realize I know every tell you have, right?”  

I shook my head at him, chuckling.  “Samuel, I think you must still be dreaming.” 

“Like that.”  He pointed at me.  “You’re biting your cheek.  You only do that when you’re lying. Next, you’ll be pulling on your ear lobe, just like that.”  He accused me as I did just as he said.  

“No, I’m not.”  He glared at me in response.  “Shut up.”  I bit at him, jokingly, sticking my tongue out at him as I crossed my arms.  

Dean opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat.  

“Dude,” he said excitedly, holding up a white paper bag.  “Taquitos!”  

A little over 100 miles later, we were pulling into the local motel.  Sam had gone to check us in while Dean and I grabbed the bags from the trunk.

“Peartree Inn?”  I said, dejectedly.  Dean looked at me, a curious expression on his face.  “Just once, it would be so nice to stay at a 5-star hotel.  Hell, I’d settle for 4 stars if it meant a comfy bed that didn’t have my back aching in the morning and a hot tub to soak in at night.” I closed my eyes and sighed, dreaming.  

“I’ll be sure to get you a hot tub at the next place we stay in.  Long as I can join you,” he said, cocking his head towards me with a smile. I rolled my eyes and playfully shoved his shoulder.  

“Hey,” Sam said, running up to us both.  “So, they only have rooms with two beds max. No roll-away’s or cots.  But I got us two rooms.  Best I could do.”  He handed a card key to each of us.  A small sticky note was attached to each.  “Dean, we’re in 213.  Y/N, you’re in 436.” I nodded my head, handed Sam his bag and headed inside.  

The front desk clerk waved at me as I went in and pointed towards the elevators.  Thanking her, I walked over and pushed the call button.  The doors opened instantly, and I stepped in without waiting for Sam and Dean to catch up.  Once I dropped off my bags and went to the bathroom, I planned on heading to their room anyway to go over our plan.  

But just after I’d used the restroom and rinsed my face, there was a solid knock at the door.  “Gimme a second,” I shouted as I grabbed a hand towel and dried my face off.  The peephole on the door was small with a silver dongle covering it up until you swung it to the side.  I checked to see who it was before unlatching the deadbolt and opening the door.

“Bad news, Y/N.”  Dean said as he walked in, making himself comfortable on my King size bed.  He was lounging back, his head resting on a combination of my pillows and his own hand as his legs sprawled out in front of him.  “No hot tubs in the whole joint.”  I laughed at him, throwing my hand towel into the bathroom.  

“So, where’s Sam?  I figured we needed to get our plan of attack sorted.”  

“Oh,” Dean said, straightening up a bit.  “He’s down in our room. We didn’t get the fancy penthouse view you did.”  My eyes wandered over to the balcony and the sliding doors that lead out to it.  I pointed to it and tilted my head, silently asking if he’d like to join me outside. He all but leapt out of bed and over to the door, yanking it open.  The track was rusted and in desperate need of some WD-40, but he was able to grant us egress.  

We walked onto the balcony and looked down.  The penthouse view as Dean called it wasn’t the greatest.  A moderately busy highway for as late at night on a weeknight as it was, and some unkempt trees just barely allowed us to see the airport beyond it.  But the fresh air and the sounds of the cars rushing by was a tonic to the anxiety that had been eating at me all day.  

I leaned on the railing, my hands clasped together, as I inhaled the fresh air and felt my hair blowing ever so slightly in the wind.  I could feel Dean walk up and join me.  “Feels pretty nice out here,” he said softly.

I smiled. “Yeah, it does.” I opened my eyes and looked down again, remembering the reason we were here.  As peaceful as it felt right now, there were monsters just down the road. The very monsters from my nightmares.  And no matter how terrified it left me, I wouldn’t be leaving before I drove a silver bullet through each of their hearts.  

To Be Continued......Part Two

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[jawritter]

The Fall...

Request: Hey you! I really love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Jensen fic with some angst and fluff. An established relationship perhaps where the reader is his wife, and she’s home alone and she takes a really bad fall and breaks a body part (you can pick which).

Warning: Injured! Reader, Jensen’s a bit of a dick at first, Angst, a little fluff, language, that’s about it I think.

Word Count: 1861

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

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

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Being married to Jensen Ackles while never boring, wasn't always easy. It wasn't his fault though, it was the job that he had that made it hard. Your worst days were the day before he left to either go and film when you couldn't travel with him for a week or better at a time, or when he had to go to a convention or something for a weekend, and you couldn't make it for whatever reason. 

You tired to go with him as much as you could manage it, but sometimes life just didn't allow it to happen. This weekend Jensen had an upcoming Convention in Chicago, and you weren't going to be able to attend. Jensen and yourself had just moved into your dream home in Texas, and there were things that at least one of you had to be there to do. No matter how bad you wanted to go with him it just wasn't in the cards for this weekend. 

Jensen knew you hated it when you had to stay behind, that you'd rather be with him, and it stressed him out to leave you just as much as you were stressed out by staying behind. So that tended to make you both a little snippy at each other. 

You loaded up the laundry basket with Jensen's freshly washed, dried, and folded shirts that he would be taking with him to the convention this weekend. Your mind a thousand miles away as you walked up the stairs to your shared bedroom where he was packing up his things. Drifting back to the argument you had  this morning with him in the kitchen.

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"Y/n you know if I could change the inspectors visit to another day so that you didn't' have to deal with this while I'm gone I would, but this was a hard visit to book to begin with, and if we want to be moved in by the summer I need to get this inspection done. I don't know why you're fighting me so hard on this!" He half yelled at you as he slammed his  empty coffee cup down on the counter.

"Because Jensen, what if he does find something wrong, and I have to make a decision about it right then and there, and you're not there. I don't want to sign off on something that you don't want done and I'd rather you'd be there for the walkthrough!" You yelled back at him, tears forming in your eyes.

It wasn't the whole truth and you knew it, problem was so did he. 

"Bullshit. You've done these before. Y/n it's not the first house we've bought together, you know how to make those types of decisions without me. You've been walking around here mad at me all morning, and I know your mad because I won't cancel my appearance at the con, but I've got people counting on me to be there, people that have paid a lot of money to see me, and I don't want to let the fans down!" 

You rolled your eyes at that before you even thought about your actions. Jensen's face harden as he watched you from across the kitchen, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. Your voice was calmer when you spoke despite the anger rising in your chest, and the hurt that he'd put a bunch of strangers before you, when you had already gone three weeks without seeing each other, and he'd only been home for two day.

"Fine.. I see what's really important to you, go see your fans. I don't care." You said storming out of the kitchen into the laundry  to start the laundry.

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You were almost at the top of stairs at the last step before the landing. Tears blurring your vision from thinking about your fight with Jensen this morning. You went to step, but missed. Losing your footing...

The next thing you remember was looking up from the bottom and the staircase flat of your back. The clothes you had been carrying scattered down the stairs, some lay on the ground around you. You blink your eyes as Jensen's face came into focus above you. His phone in his hand. 

"Y/n! Baby don't move okay!" He tried to sound calm, but his eyes gave him away. You could see the edge of panic in them. 

Your head was pounding, and there was a searing pain in your wrist. "What happened?" You asked him as you heard the sirens coming up the street. Jensen brushed your hair away from your face gently with his finger tips, His voice edgy as he answered you.

"You fell down the stairs sweetheart. You hit your head pretty hard, I don't know if you hurt your neck or not, but I think your wrist is broken. The ambulance is almost here Okay? Don't move." 

Pure white hot fear gripped you in that moment. Not from the pain in your wrist, or head, not even from the fall, it was the fact that you couldn't remember the fall. Like at all. In your mind one minute you were walking up the stairs, the next you woke up here.

Tears filled your eyes again as you stared up into Jensen's mossy green ones. "Jensen I'm scared, why don't I remember what happened?"

Jensen immediately started to shush you.  "It's just because you hit your head baby, don't worry, everything is going to be just fine, the ambulance will be here any second and we're going to get you fixed up okay."

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You don't know if you blacked out or not, but the next thing you remember was being loaded into the back of the ambulance with Jensen, a neck brace on your neck. Everything felt fuzzy and strange, so you assumed that they had given you something to relax you, or something for pain. 

The ride to the hospital was a daze of movement, and fuzzy medicated dozing. You did hear the EMT tell Jensen that he didn't think you had broken your neck, but they still would need to do X-rays and a possible MRI on your head just to make sure you were okay. They would ask you questions, probably trying to keep you awake, you answered them but you really didn't know what you were telling them. When it came to pain meds you always were a lightweight. Tonight would be no different.

Once you arrived at the hospital, probably because of who Jensen was, or maybe because of a possible head injury, things seemed to move pretty fast. They brought you back and did an X-Ray, then moved straight to do an MRI. Your wrist was indeed broken, but thankfully it wouldn't require surgery.  Just a cast. They said you had a mild concussion, but nothing to be too concerned about, and you'd be very sore in the morning.  Which you weren't happy about. 

It wasn't until the drive home from the hospital that it dawned on you about the con.

You decided you weren't going to ask him about it, you figured he would just take a late flight in, so when you got out of the car you made your way in the house, you were greeted by the mess of clothes that lay on the floor around the stairs waiting for you, you had to swallow back the sob that wanted to leave you. 

This was the reason you were upset when you fell to begin with. Yes, you weren't seriously injured, thankfully it was just a broken wrist, not even as seriously broken as it could have been. Still you didn't want him to leave, for some reason you were feeling way emotional, and just wanted to be able to go curl up in bed with him and go to sleep. 

Alas you still couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stay home, or if he was still going, because that's what you were having the whole fight about earlier. It's why you were upset and not paying attention to what you were doing. So you made your way over to the basket on the floor, and sat it up right, picking up clothes with your uninjured hand. You hadn't noticed that you started crying again, but Jensen had, he'd been watching you since you walked through the door. You were so caught up in your own thoughts you hadn't even noticed him until he knelt down in front of  you and spoke.

"Sweetheart what are you doing?" He said softly grabbing the shirts away from you and moving the basket out of reach before standing you up in front of him. Whipping the tears that had slipped down your face with the pad of his thumb.

"I... I.. Have to get your ready... You will have to reschedule your flight..."

"SHHH.. Hey stop, no you don't have to do anything. For one I'm not going I'm not going anywhere. I called and told them I wasn't going to be coming. Did you really think I was going to leave you after you've spent the entire evening in the hospital with a broke wrist and a fucking concusion. No. I'm not  going anywhere. They will be able to do it without me just fine. You're more important to me than a convention. People will understand, if they don't oh well."

You looked anywhere but him. The remnants of the argument that you had earlier still lingered deep in the corners of your mind. 

"Hey look at me baby girl. Listen I was wrong early, I know I've been gone a lot. I was upset as you were about me leaving and acted like a dick. I shouldn't have snapped like that at you this morning, I should have just agreed to stay home. It obviously wasn't meant for me to be at this convention. I would NEVER put other people before you, you are the most important person in my life. If I wouldn't have upset you so much you probably wouldn't have fallen today. This is my fault. I'm sorry."

Jensen snaked his arms carefully around your waist kissing you softly on the lips. "I love you, you know that right?" He said. Nuzzling his face into your neck. Holding you close to him. 

"I love you to Jay." You said. Leaning your head down on his shoulder, just letting him hold and comfort away all the hurt feels and bullshit that had come with today. 

"Good. Now Let's get the cripple in bed, and I'm going to have to ask our contractor to add a stairlift into the new house so my little cluts wonts keep busting her ass going up and down the stairs like an old woman." Jensen teased you as he picked you up and carried you bridal style up the stairs toward your shared bedroom. You were still mildly impressed that at 42 years old he could still do that.

"Oh shut up." You said. Swatting at him playfully before as his feet made it to the top of the landing. 

Yeah, being married to Jensen wasn't easy, but in moments like this. Moments of pure chaos, it was so worth all of it. 

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[dancing-the-hellfire-rumba]

Maple April

 Warnings: Unbeta’d, unedted, unediteed, unedtd, oonedted, Your life is awesome as long as you’re happy with it, okay? Okay, Ily <333

Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1.8k A/N: Requested by anon! Hope you like it, hon :D I enjoyed writing this a lot, okay? I don’t even know. I’d love your honest opinion on it, hope you can excuse some rushed mistakes and all (point them out if you find them, would ya?) and I genuinely hope you enjoy!

This sucked.

Honestly, you were blatantly lying to yourself while coming here. Deep down you knew it was going to suck, you knew you’d regret coming, you knew you’d end up wanting to get shitfaced more than you’d want to stay sober, yet you still came. You still pressed “Going” instead of “Interested” in the stupid Facebook page your old classmates had created and you still put an effort into your outfit, thinking that maybe, just maybe, time would make them grow out of their trashy attitude.

Surprise, surprise. That wasn’t the case.

The millisecond your foot passed the doorframe, you regretted your life choices.

“Oh my gosh, April is here!”

“It’s Y/n, Shannon” You smiled awkwardly at the leggy blonde that somehow had grown even hotter than her senior-year self. The world was unfair, you’d decided. Her C cup boobs almost burst through the seams of her shirt, waist tinier than a stick and ass bigger than the damn seat. Lord knows how many drinks she had been offered in the past ten years.

“No it’s not!” Shannon scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. “Guys! April is here!”She called again, seeing as no one responded the first time. Sigh.

She pulled you forcefully by the elbow, causing you to stumble a little but everyone seemed to be confused for a second as to who you are. That was until a guy -was it Jack or Jason? - yelled “OH! Maple April!”

“That never even made sense, Justin” Said Clairie, the only normal and actually friendly girl your old class had to offer. She had grown a little taller, a black pixie cut with blue tuffs adorning her head instead of her waist-long raven hair.

“Holy shit, Clairie, you look great!” She gave you a hug, still shorter than you, and nodded her thanks.

“You do too, Y/n” At her appearance you felt a little more optimistic about this night but it was all shattered when she declared she had to run because, wait for it, her younger kid, as in she has multiple,  was messing with the babysitter and his brother.

Clairie. Kids. Wow.

Try telling her past self she’d end up married with kids. The Clairie you knew would punch you in the face.

You thought of your own love life and quickly pushed the thought away, realizing it was almost non-existent.

“So, Maple April,” for fuck’s sake, Justin “what have you accomplished in the past ten years?” Somewhere between yelling and gaining the attention of many bystanders that had only come to enjoy a drink in peace, they had thrust a glass of Johnnie on the rocks in your hands and started asking questions. Many had boyfriends, girlfriends, fiancés or husbands and wives. Others had kids or a successful career, others had published novels or traveled, or all at the same time, and here you were.

“Well… I opened this small little coffee shop in my neighborhood. It’s going pretty well; I bake my own pies and all. It’s great, I love working there.” You grinned. You had wanted to open a cozy, tumblr-like coffee shop since you were a teenager and you were so proud of yourself that you had done it finally, and your facial expression showed as much.

“What, that’s it?” Justin asked with a raised eyebrow. “That’s all you’ve done in ten years? Open a coffee shop?” And then he started laughing. The rest of the group followed along, some doubled over, others looking at their significant others in that ‘pff- she-can’t-be-serious-can-she’ face.

“No husband? A boyfriend, even?” another girl, Margaret, asked in disbelief.

“Well-“

“Hey, sweetheart.” An unfamiliar arm wrapped around your waist and the smell of musk, clean clothes and rain clouded your senses. “I’m so sorry but I couldn’t find a spot to park, the parking lot outside was filled to the brim. I hope I’m not too late.” Your eyes dragged up the muscular, plaid-clad chest, meeting two brilliant green irises.

You did not know this man but, dear lord, he was gorgeous.

It was about time someone asked what the hell is this oddly familiar looking stranger doing right now?

His eyes were almost pleading but something told you he wasn’t pleading for forgiveness, like he was pretending to. He was mentally pleading for you to play along.

A whirlwind of emotions ran through your mind in less than a second when you confusedly concluded, ‘Hey, why the hell not?”

“Uh-I, uhm, su-sure, it’s- it’s fine” You cleared your throat “You’re not?” You furrowed your eyebrows for a second, hearing your statement come out as a question, and gave him a tight-lipped smile, the brightest blush in existence covering your cheeks.

“So? Won’t you introduce me?” He asked, laughing lightly and nudged you subtly. His shoulders slackened a little, seeing you play along.

“Uh r-right.” You turned to your old class, meeting seventeen, absolutely flabbergasted, faces. “Guys, this is my b-boyfriend? Uh-“

“Jensen” He nodded and smiled brightly at everyone. Shannon’s jaw was almost agape.

“Mapl-“She cleared her throat “April, you didn’t tell us you had a boyfriend!” She gushed. “And a famous actor, none the less!”

“But I did tell you my name is Y/n, not April” You muttered, partly for the sake of sarcasm and partly to inform the man beside you that your name was not April. Jensen’s eyes glinted at your comment in amusement. He tightened his hold on your waist lightly.

Wait, wait, wait, hang on. A famous actor?

You peeked at Jensen curiously, trying to remember if you’d seen him before.

Your eyes traced his face, beginning from his fluffy hair that was trimmed at the sides, to his crinkled forehead, perfectly constructed eyebrows –where they plucked? They had to be, no one has such perfect eyebrows naturally-,  ridiculously colored, forest green eyes that reflected the bar’s lights beautifully, a nose that was almost as straight as a ruler but also the tiniest bit crooked, indicating he had had his fair share of fist-fights in his life, plump lips that looked really kissable and to his jawline, one that was so sharp it could cut a damn steak, you were sure of it. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and like a flash, your mind cooperated and sudden realization dawned on you.

Holy fucking shit.

Jensen Friggin’ Ackles, celebrity, declared hottest man of the damn year from a famous magazine, has his arm around you and is pretending to be your boyfriend.

Uhm, wHAT?!

“Hey” Jensen waved at everyone. Shannon moved quickly towards him, laying a hand on his arm and blinking repeatedly. Justin leaned and whispered something in one of his old friend’s ears, eyes still trained to the man who, for some reason, decided to play pretend in your favor and somewhat rescue you from this situation.

You were confused, to say the least.

“So, Jense, you-“

“Only Y/n gets to call me that”

“Who’s Y/n?” Shannon knitted her eyebrows.

“Uh, my girlfriend?”

“No, no, her name is April” Justin insisted.

Jensen huffed “I think I would know my girlfriend’s name, man” Justin quirked an eyebrow. Jensen looked at me expectantly.

“But… Maple April? Where did that come from?”

“You’ve been calling my girl by the wrong name for the last fourteen years?!” Silence.

Your ‘boyfriend’ looked legit pissed. Well, he was a great actor and all but his eyes glinted with fury, arm protectively tightening around you and the vein on his neck popped up. You could see a fight erupting in a matter of seconds, which both confused you because you don’t know this person that has their arm around you, and warmed your heart a little because even if he was a stranger he cared for you in a way no acquaintance or friend ever has.

You worked on instinct, placing your hand on his chest with gentle pressure and feeling tiny bolts of electricity run up your arm at the touch. Jensen’s eyes turned to your petite frame and saw your pleading expression to please don’t start this, it’s not worth it, and something inside him cracked.

He too was dumbfounded by what great big bags of dicks you had involved yourself with. They had known her supposedly through the entirety of high school and yet they didn’t even know her frigging name! If that wasn’t all kinds of wrong he didn’t know what was. A voice in him told him it was weird to react with such intensity, he didn’t know you, he just saw you suffering from afar and decided to step in. He decided to ignore that voice. He kissed your forehead and muttered “Come on, baby, let’s go,” his arm moving from your waist to your shoulder, pulling you outside.

Only when the chilly air slapped you in the face did you realize what just happened. He dropped his arm from your shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets.

October had just rolled and both of you regretted not having worn at least a jacket of sorts. You shuffled closer to him, discovering that his arm and torso produced warmth that both of you could use at the moment. You stopped walking next to a random car, looking at the stars. You watched your breath become a small cloud in the air and breathed out a little harder to see it form, letting yourself feel the goosebumps that appeared up your arms and legs. The silence let your mind register what the hell had just happened in such a short amount of time.

“Thank you” You decided to speak up, eventually. “I don’t know why you decided to do it, or why you even bothered, but thank you nonetheless.” Jensen smiled gently.

“It was nothing, really” He looked down at you skeptically before pulling his fist from his jean pocket and motioning towards you. “May I? You look… kinda cold” You quickly slid under his wing.

“Hmph, don’t blame this on me, Mister, you are as cold as I am” Jensen smiled and nodded, licking his lips.

“So, coffee shop, huh?” He asked, genuinely interested. He had heard that?

“Yeah, coffee shop.” You bit your lip, battling with yourself for a second. “Would you like to see it?”

“You flirting with me, Maple April?” Jensen teased you, a cocky smirk forming on his face.

“Last time I checked you are the one having your arm around me” You bit back, chuckling.

“Fair enough.” He stated.

“So? What will it be?” Oh God you’d be pretty fucking embarrassed if he said no right now.

“I’d love to”. Both of your smiles were stretched from ear to ear and a small feeling of accomplishment swelled up your chest. You led him to your car and to your beloved coffee shop, ending up having one of the best nights of your life.

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God this sound so familiar l, but I can't put a name to the fic.

Need Help Finding A Fic!

Hey! I need help finding a fic that was sent to me by anon. I’m in the SPN fandom but I haven’t really read much SPN fics so I was hoping if you could help me? I would appreciate it. Thank you so much in advance!

This is the ask I got: It’s RPF, “Okay so it’s more like Jensen and Jared rather than Sam and Dean but they’re shooting SPN and the reader has been acting weird lately and so has Jensen, he’s mad at the reader but the reader doesn’t know why. Reader has a shitty abusive bf and the boys don’t know. So one day after shooting, reader has to leave bc the bf is waiting and he’s an asshole so reader doesn’t want to keep him waiting. Reader finally finds out that they missed Jensen’s daughter birthday but Jensen doesn’t know reader was in the hospital during his daughter party. Then during shooting reader and Jensen shoot an intense scene where they’re fighting and reader really freaks out and everyone stops bc they don’t know what happened and reader runs off to the trailer and the boys finally find out what has been happening. I believe it’s 2 parts”

If you recognize the fic, that would be awesome! Totally understand if you don’t though and want to discard this.

I’m sorry but I don’t know the fanfiction. I mostly read Dean/Sam stories and less J2 stories. Maybe someone else recognizes the story?

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So, like...

Y’all got me thinking about the Winchesters coming to Mystic Falls. How Dean would drive through town and see Bonnie walking and he’d tell Sam he’s stopping the car and Sam starts to question him but at seeing Bonnie walking he’d know exactly why Dean is stopping and he’d be totally exasperated:

and then Dean thinks about his approach for a second:

and then he would make an excuse to bump into her and Bonnie is intrigued and suspicious about him:

and Bonnie can read his “aura” and she asks him what he’s doing in town and he says I’m not really supposed to tell civilians this, but I’m here undercover, working a case

and Bonnie says, “Well thank you for your services but we don’t need hunters here, you guys are too messy. I’ve got it under control” and Dean tries and fails to come up with a comeback so he just leaves:

and Sam laughs and doesn’t express surprise at him striking out with a woman like Bonnie but Dean tells him she knew exactly who he was:

and Sam is like “Is she a demon?” “No, she’s too hot to be a demon.” “Ruby was hot.” “Really, Sam?” “I’m just saying you can’t rule out someone being a demon because of how hot she is, Dean!” “Maybe she’s a psychic.” “Or a witch.” Dean groans, “No!”

So Sam says they have to do research.

Bonnie finds Caroline and talks about the exchange and Caroline laughs because she says, wow you like him!

“I barely even spoke to him, Caroline. He made some lame excuse about working undercover, who needs to work undercover in Mystic Falls? It’s not like he could blend in as a local. And the way he was just staring at me.” “You seem to be talking about him a lot for someone who isn’t interested.” “He annoys me and I just don’t want him to get in the way.” “Do you know why he’s here? I hope he isn’t another vampire hunter.” “No it’s not that kind of hunter, he’s human. Mystic Falls has a lot of energy and so many supernatural occurrences have happened here, it was bound to attract some attention. He could be here for pretty much anything. He could even be here to kill me, they don’t like anything supernatural. Another reason why I couldn’t possibly be into him.” “Yeah OK.” “Shut up.”

Dean and Sam find out Bonnie’s family history. “She’s a witch,” says Sam. Dean groans. “Friggin witches, man.” “Do you want me to see her then?” “No. No. I’ll go. I made first contact, it only makes sense that I see this through.” “Riiight.”

So Dean goes to call on Bonnie unsure of what it is that he’s intrigued by but knows he feels a mixture of attraction, respect and fear so he’s nervous when he gets to the house:

but when she opens the door, his charm comes back:

and he tries to be macho by inviting himself in the house and Bonnie is irritated but despite herself a little charmed and let’s him in:

Dean starts pacing. “See, earlier today you had me at a disadvantage, you know who I was right away but I had to do some digging on you. Turns out you’re a---”

Bonnie cuts him off and tells him who she is much to his confusion:

“Why are you so forthcoming about what you are?” “Because there is more than one kind of witch and you need to learn to broaden you horizons. I help people, Dean.” “Bang up job you’re doing, do you know the amount of supernatural crap that happens in this town?” “Of course I do, I live here and as long as I live here, this town will stay standing.” “Sorry to break it you but maybe Mystic Falls needs another protector, I mean it’s been attacked by tomb vampires and travelers in tenure as town witch, seriously, how much do you suck at keeping it safe?” “I’m sorry, didn’t you open the door to hell and didn’t you set Lucifer free and aren’t those only two of the many screw ups you and your brother have committed over the years? Not to mention the whole fiasco with Castiel and the angels? Yeah, you’re not the only one who did some digging, Dean.”

“OK so maybe we should start again”

“What are you doing here, Dean?” “I’m here to see Cade. I need to talk to him.”

That’s it for now, let me know if you want more!