#my mom tells me to be nicer to him. my grandma asks me what I've done to hurt him so badly. he tells our siblings I'm a bitch and a liar.

[sunflowers-n-rocknroll]

Do I Wanna Know?

Pairing: Jensen x latina!reader

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 1,988

A/N: This was written for @anaelsbrunette​ Yas’s POC Reader Challenge. This was based on the song Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys. I’ve never written POC reader before so hope you like it. ;)

“Everybody welcome Jensen Ackles to the stage!” The applause and cheering were so loud you winced. Jensen Ackles stood on the stage looking as if he owned it with a leather jacket and some dark jeans. You couldn’t lie he was good looking, but good looking boys were the ones that always knew how to break your heart in the worst ways.

You sighed once again wondering why you had agreed to come to work again. The place was small but packed. Apparently, it was some sort of VIP event and only those with enough money could pay to attend. But not you. You weren’t here to enjoy some guy in a leather jacket and guitar sing you were here to work at the bar and that was it.

People coming and going ordering a million different drinks was slowly driving you insane. You hoped this would be over soon. Someone like Jensen Ackles was probably busy and didn’t even have a moment to breathe.  

Song after song you handed out drinks and refrained from lashing out at the rude people. You needed the job.

“Thanks, everybody for coming out tonight, said Jensen. “I’ll be playing one last song tonight.” 

“Oh, gracias a Dios,” you breathed out a sigh of relief and your friend smirked over at you. 

“Have you got color in your cheeks?

Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type

That sticks around like summat in your teeth?

Are there some aces up your sleeve?

Have you no idea that you're in deep?

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week

How many secrets can you keep?

'Cause there's this tune I found

That makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee…”

The women were going wild and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was just a human, a human with an incredible voice and an equally attractive body. Sure you enjoyed music, but you knew this type of celebrities, they thought they were like gods.  

By the time the song was over, you were ready to go home and sleep preferably forever. The crowd started to diminish and you began cleaning up. 

“Oh my god! Did you see Jensen Ackles he was so hot,” your friend was basically jumping up and down. You were waiting for that comment all night and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Cristina you fall in love with basically everybody.”

“I do not,” she gasped.

“What about that boy at the coffee shop yesterday? Or that guy that opened that door for you at the supermarket? Or that girl-”

“Ok ok fine I get it,” she held her hands up in surrender. “But you can’t deny it.”

“Cristina, there is nothing special about him. Sure he can sing, ¿y que? So what? I know about a dozen other people who can do that.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” said a voice behind you and you turned only to find Jensen Ackles sitting at the bar. “But uh can I get a whiskey?” 

You cleared your throat your face burning. “Uh yeah.” turning to grab a bottle you glared at your friend. “¿Cuánto tiempo ha estado allí?” 

“Since you started talking,” she whispered.

You turned around placing a coaster and glass in front of Jensen Ackles. You tried not to look at him as you poured whiskey into his glass but you felt his gaze on you. Some guys came by saying goodbye to Jensen and making plans for the week. Not that you were eavesdropping but they were right there. 

“It’s close to midnight and my sister is coming to pick me up, you need a ride?”

“No it’s fine I’ll be closing anyway. I’ll get a cab.” She nodded before hugging you and grabbing her things. 

You realized Jensen was still at the bar and you hoped he would leave already so you could go home. He stood placing some money at the bar before leaving. Ten minutes later you were making your way outside.

“Hey,” you turned. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” Jensen was standing there with his hands raised as if you would’ve tried to hit him. And you would have.

“Well, you did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you said that.”

“I thought you might need a ride.”

“I don’t.”

“Look it’s almost midnight-”

“I am not  sleeping with you.”

“What- no I am not-”

“Listen, pretty boy, I don’t need a ride from you. And I am not going to your place,” you slung your bag over your shoulder before turning around. 

“No, wait. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just offering a ride. Nothing else.”

“Why?”

“Because walking through the city in the middle of the night is dangerous.”

“And getting into some stranger’s car is not?” He looked down, one side of his mouth turning up. 

“Touche.”

You sighed knowing that you couldn’t deny his offer. “Ok fine.”

His head snapped up, “Wait really?”

“Just warning you, I will punch you if you try anything.” 

You gave him your address once in the car and waited for some comment about the area you lived in, but it never came. Surely someone like him had a nice house or apartment in the nicer part of the city. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you said.

“So there is nothing special about me?”

You winced, “You heard that?”

He chuckled, “I did.”

“Listen I’m sorry-”

“No no, I think that is a very fair opinion. But, I think you can make it up with a dinner.”

You opened your mouth then closed it not sure what to answer. He was asking you out?

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to I was just-”

“I uh I need to go,” he nodded and you got out of the car. Making your way to your door. You heard his car leave once you were inside. 

“He asked you out!” You and Cristina had a free period a decided to catch up on some homework outside. 

“Cristina stopped screaming. Yes, I already told you like a hundred times.”

“And you said no,” you stared at her. “Okay fine, fine.”

“And technically I didn’t answer.” 

“But it was Jensen Ackles!”

“Yeah, that’s why.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s on his way to becoming some great musician. And I’m a bartender still in school. And still living with my mom. Nada va a suceder. It’s going to be a good date and then that’s it. On to the next thing he knows he can get.”

“Y/N,” she pointed behind you, and standing right there was Jensen Ackles. “I uh gotta go back to class,” she grabbed her things before taking off. Great.

“You uh left this in my car yesterday,” standing up you took your jacket from him.

“Thanks. How did you know I was here?”

“I asked around in the bar.”

“Right.”

No one said anything before you both started talking at the same time. 

“I also didn’t get your name last night.”

“How long have you been there.”

You glanced away, “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N” 

“Jensen.”

“I know.”

He cleared his throat, “Right.”

“Listen I didn’t mean to be rude with what I just said.”

“Most people want to be with me for the money and fame. I don’t care about any of that.”

“I’m not most people,” you said. “I also don’t care to have my heart broken.”

“One date. One chance. Just- let me show you I’m sincere.” 

“Why? You can literally have anybody you want.”

“But I don’t want anybody. I just- there is something about you that I can’t figure out about you and it’s driving me insane.”

“One chance,” you said.

You were nervous and you weren’t even on the date yet. Cristina had come over to try and calm you down but you were having second thoughts about saying yes. 

“Y/N, mirame, hey look at me. If things go sideways you call me and I’ll pick you up.”

You nodded the knot in your stomach twisting tighter. The doorbell rang and you took a deep breath. Jensen was standing there in a flannel and some jeans and you couldn’t deny he looked good.

“Uh te-te ves hermosa,” he stuttered.

You smiled, “How long did it take you to learn that?”

He looked down rubbing the back of his neck. “All afternoon?”

It was late by the time you came back home, your stomach hurting from laughing too much.

“Gracias, thank you, for the date,” you smiled up at him. He was so close that you could smell his cologne. 

“It was my pleasure.”

“I uh- I better go.”

He cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’ll text you.”

It went like that for a week, Jensen showing up and taking you some place, nothing fancy or expensive but somewhere you could be together. Sometimes he would take you to one of his concerts and even though you teased him about it you enjoyed being there. Everything was good maybe just too good and of course it had to end. 

Coming late home from the bar one night all you wanted to do was sleep, your mom was in the kitchen, phone in hand.

“Hey what’s going on?”

“It’s your abuela, está enferma.”

“She’s sick? Is she going to get better?”

Your mom shook her head, “We have to go back to Mexico.”

Two days later you found yourself packing your bags. You had given your notice at school and at the bar. Cristina had come to say goodbye and it hurt to leave her. You were putting your bags in the car when a familiar car pulled up. Jensen stepping out with a frown on his face. 

“Hey what’s going on?”

“My grandma is sick and we have to go back home. Back to Mexico”

“For how long?”

“No lo sé. Couple of days? Maybe weeks?”

“And you weren’t going to tell me?” He sounded incredulous and you wished this conversation had happened when you were miles away and not be able to see the hurt on his face. 

“Jensen-”

“Y/N you were going to leave for who knows how long and not tell me?”

“I was going to tell you.”

“When? When you were miles away?” He nodded, running a hand down his face. “No, you can’t do that just because you’re scared.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re scared Y/N! You’re scared about this, about what we have!”

“Jensen this was never going to last! This was nice, but we both know you weren’t going to end up with somebody like me and I am not going to end up with somebody like you. Lo siento. I have to go,” you turned getting in the car, trying not to look back. The better he accepted the truth the better it would be for you. By the time you were back in Mexico he would probably already have found somebody else. 

Jensen stood there not knowing what to say or do. She was leaving. She was leaving him. But she felt something for him. He hadn’t just imagined the past week. And it wasn’t just some simple crush that he felt, this went way deeper than that and he had to find out if she felt that same way for him. He saw your friend come out of the house by the time your car was pulling away.

“Cristina it’s Cristina right? Do you know where in Mexico Y/N is staying?” she nodded and he knew what he had to do because she had caught his eye in that bar even before he had ordered that drink. He couldn’t let her go. He had to know, even if the answer wasn’t what he wished for it to be, he had to know. 

TAGS: @akshi8278​

[degenerate-otaku]

Here's a piece I did of my fanfiction OC!

I started it during online lessons, it really made time fly!

If you're interested in reading my fic with her being the love interest for Trunks and Goten, you can check out all of it so far on Fanfiction.net

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13580470/1/Living-In-The-Shadows-Of-Heroes

Or you can read the first 2 chapters on Ao3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28547196

And here is a preview:

"Goten!" Chi-Chi yelled in his ear. "Ugh…you're just like your father!" She handed him a broom and dustpan. "Just clean this mess up and please try not to break any more of my good china plates with your clumsiness." His mother sighed and he rolled his eyes as he swept up the broken pieces of the plate he had accidentally knocked from the table.

Most tended to compare him to his father, especially with the looks. It began to bother him as he aged, so he decided to get a different hairstyle, one much less palm tree-like.

"And go get something else to wear! I don't want my boy looking like some delinquent, what kind of example would it set to Pan?!" She ordered him, as she frantically finished up what she was cooking, which as always, smelt delightful.

"Mom, calm down! It's only Gohan and Videl, it isn't like they care about what I'm wearing or about the fancy plates." He rolled his eyes again as he put the broom away and his mother admitted, "I know! It's just…Gohan always has us over, and everything is so lovely! I just thought it would be nice to put some effort in, we hardly have visitors, so why not?" She continued to cook her meal, and then told Goten to hurry, that they'd be here any minute.

He threw on something that was a bit more formal, though not enough to make Pan laugh at him. Goten always felt weird calling Pan his niece, the girl had no respect for him anyway, or for anyone for that matter.

The doorbell chimed, and Chi-Chi warmly welcomed her eldest son in by hugging him for much too long.

"Oh, Gohan, it's been so long, I thought you were forgetting your mommy!"

Gohan nervously chuckled, "Mom, I saw you a week ago…" Chi-Chi looked surprised, stating it felt like much longer. She greeted Videl and Pan, who Goten thought had equally loud, brash personalities, but never said that in front of them, for the fear of being greeted with a slap across the face.

"Wow, Grandma, this looks great!" Pan's eyes widened at the plethora of food set on the table.

"Thank you Chi-Chi, it looks delightful." Videl smiled at her mother-in-law. Goten was first to sit at the table, serving himself, ensuring his plate was piled up high.

THWACK!

"Ow! Mom, what was that for?!" Goten rubbed the back of his head where he had been struck, seemingly out of nowhere. "Guests first, Goten!"

Pan snickered as the food was snatched from Goten to be given to her. Even Gohan and Videl couldn't hide their laughter.

Eventually, they all had something on their plates, Goten being last. The family were rather cramped around the small wooden table, which had been in the house for many years.

"Mm! This is amazing! Grandma, can we have the recipe? We can have the servants make it, so we'll never miss your cooking!" Pan's rather annoying voice blared, and Chi-Chi offered, "Hey, you can come round any time, I'm not busy! Well…apart from nagging Goten to get a job." She sipped her drink and Goten held his tongue.

"Goten, I thought you were going to that interview?" Gohan asked, furthering the topic of conversation which Goten desperately wanted to move from.

"Well-" He began.

"Oh, honestly, you have time to date girls but not to find a decent line of work!?" Chi-Chi interrupted before he could have a chance to defend himself.

"What girl would wanna date you, anyway?!" Pan burst out, laughing again, at which Videl scolded her, though she too, wanted to laugh.

"One much nicer than you…" Goten muttered under his breath, before tearing a piece of meat from a leg of roasted chicken.

"Hey! I heard that!" Pan kicked him from under the table.

Goten decided to ignore her for a while, peacefully eating his food and staying out of conversation, until she kicked him again. He knew it was childish, but kicked her back. She yelped loudly, though Goten had hardly put any force in.

"Uncle Goten kicked me!" She pointed at him, playing the victim, a smirk on her face as everyone scolded Goten.

"She's your niece, what is with you?!" Videl gasped in shock at him.

"Goten, if you're going to act like a child, go to your room!" Chi-Chi shouted.

"What?! No way!" He protested but seeing the faces of his family, staring in disgust was enough to tell him he wasn't wanted.

He made his way upstairs, and threw on his comfy, 'delinquent' clothes, before sitting on his bed and grabbing his phone, distracting him from the sounds of joyous laughter downstairs, his own family, better off without him. On his phone, he had no notifications. 'Dang, these hoes ain't even gonna call back?' He thought, getting frustrated, feeling like he was the only one alone these days.

None of his relationships lasted very long, nor did any jobs he had. Recently, he had been working the land as his father once did, though those days felt like long ago now, selling the vegetables they had grown. Since Goku had left, he noticed the harvests getting less plentiful each year, and they hardly earned money from farming.

'Oh, Dad…I am really beginning to hate your absent ass.' He sighed, that not even his own father really wanted him. He couldn't be bothered to come back for him after Cell. Then, he went off again after the tournament, never had he been seen again. Goten had lost the hope of seeing him again, he hardly cared anymore, all his father became was the person he was most often compared to, of which there was a few.

The disgraced Saiyan-hybrid hadn't even realised how long he had been lost in his own thoughts, but eventually Videl and Pan were leaving. Gohan unexpectedly entered his room.

"Hey, bro." Gohan grinned, sitting himself on the egde of the bed.

"What?" Goten asked, sounding like he was accusing him of something.

"What do you mean, what? I just wanted to talk to my little brother, that's all!" Gohan maintained his warm smile, which tended to be a ray of sunshine to all, reassuring to him as a child, but now as obnoxious as his daughter.

"Goten, you really need to find some work!" Gohan tried to be helpful, as usual, kind and honest, though repeating something Goten already knew did nothing to aid him.

"You don't think I know that?" He rudely stated, though a part of him knew his brother didn't deserve that kind of treatment. "Look, I'm sorry Gohan, I didn't mean to snap at you, or be rude at dinner, but could you just leave me alone? I really don't want to hear it…" Goten stared out of the window, the beauty of the landscape intensified by the sunset.

"I understand that…but I have an idea." Goten turned to his brother. "Why don't you work at Capsule Corp?" Gohan suggested.

"What would I do there?" Goten shot down the idea.

"C'mon you haven't given it a chance! Trunks would love having you around! Speaking of Trunks, how is he? I've been meaning to catch up with him, but he's so busy! Well…I guess he is the company President…"

Gohan brought up his best friend, though as of late, they hadn't talked much.

"Trunks? Yeah, he's so busy…so busy in fact, he hasn't the time for his best friend!" Goten scoffed.

"What happened? Have you two fallen out again?" Gohan asked, playing big brother, just like he used to when Goten and Trunks would get into silly fights with each other and claim they hated one another, but would very soon change their minds.

"No, it's just that he hasn't the time to even fucking call me, yet he goes on dates with his girlfriend all the time!" Gohan sighed, not knowing how to help his brother.

"Please, just…interview with them tomorrow, it'll get Mom off your back if she knows you at least tried!"

"Fine…" He agreed and his brother made his goodbyes, along with his family, who were almost so perfect it was aggravating.