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legobiwan · 4 years ago

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Maul, Obi-wan, and Raydonia

I was doing research for an entirely different post and I just...couldn’t leave this scene alone. There’s just too much going on here for me *not* to dip my oar.

So Maul goes to Raydonia and terrorizes the populace in order to send a “message” to Obi-wan at the end of TCW Season 4:

First of all, the panel where Maul says, “face me,” is interesting as Maul is directed away from Obi-wan as Obi-wan looks at Maul’s back, perhaps in facing Maul’s back, he is looking at the past, or, more specifically perhaps not being able to look at his past he cannot face Maul’s holoimage dead-on.

Secondly, this is such an obvious setup. (I know, I know. “Spring the trap.”) But Maul’s hilarious line in Twin Suns really shows us how much he not only knows Obi-wan, but the Jedi at this point (and in Rebels, he contrives this plan because it has worked twice already, on Raydonia and later, Mandalore):

Although this is not the point of this post, you have to laugh. Maul and Obi-wan, to some degree, have been dancing the same tango for over 20 years and the only time there had been a misstep, so to speak, was when Obi-wan left Ahsoka in charge of the second attempt at a Mandalore occupation instead of going himself. But otherwise, geez, no wonder Maul ended up in Obi-wan’s arms at the end of it all, just like a “dip” maneuver at the end of a dance as mentioned above. (They *know* each other’s moves, flit between lead and follow, and if you take this metaphor to its conclusion, then you realize Maul went to Tatooine, sought Obi-wan not because he wanted Luke, but because he wanted closure, knowing what closure would mean in that circumstance.)

But I’m getting off-topic. Maul goads Obi-wan by threatening to burn Raydonia to the ground and Obi-wan, of course, being of “noble heart,” immediately proclaims that he has to go. Alone, of course.

Mace, being the only voice of wisdom in this room, offers a sound strategy:

Obi-wan immediately rejects this perfectly viable option.

This justification is bullshit. Obi-wan is known for being a master tactician and yet he’s refusing Mace’s offer of backup? First of all, between the two of them alone, I’m certain they could have come up with a decent plan. Secondly, Obi-wan had to know that Maul wasn’t going to keep his word. Raydonia was going to burn, regardless of whether Obi-wan came alone or not.

And, in fact, here is Exhibit A of Raydonia burning:

Even if he isn’t fully aware of this, I posit that Obi-wan rejects Mace’s offer not because he wants to save Raydonia on the premise of a very false promise (if he were truly concerned about Raydonia, he would have taken the task force), but because, as the title of this episode suggests - he wants revenge.

And I doubt Obi-wan even admits this to himself, using his “noble-heart” to justify going to Raydonia alone to face a massive threat to both the Republic and Jedi in the middle of a war headed by the Sith.

By every logical, tactical measurement, Obi-wan should have taken backup. And he outright refuses it because of a personal vendetta. I have more to say about this in another post, but his actions here seem to be part of this cycle of “fall” and “absolution” that Obi-wan goes through in TCW, each “fall” going lower, each act of contrition more extreme. (And it plays into a theory I have that if the war had continued, if events had been just a little different - Obi-wan would have fallen and Dooku would have eventually gotten his most prized pupil.) It also says a lot that in the mirrored situation during the “Siege of Mandalore” arc, Ahsoka is only able to capture Maul because she brought the backup. Or, more precisely put, because Obi-wan authorized the (illegal) backup of he 501st.

Mace, however, isn’t swayed by Obi-wan’s pretty terrible argument. (And for pretty damn good reason.)

But here is where it gets truly bizarre.

What the hell, Yoda? I was trying to figure out the thought process that would lead to Yoda authorizing this. Clearly, it’s not stemming from any military advantage or even thought towards the people of Raydonia. They’re already burnt to the ground, both in Maul’s mind and the Council’s mind (despite Obi-wan’s thin rationalizations).

So then why? If I start with the really wild speculation, I suppose I could say that Yoda had someone form of...Force premonition that Obi-wan going alone to Raydonia would lead to an intervention by Ventress (who Yoda did sense was kicking and ambivalent about her role in the war) which would lead to Ahsoka’s trial and eventual acquittal which would lead to Maul being captured on Mandalore which would lead to the Duel on Malachor which would lead to Luke finding Grogu -

Yeah, you know what?

NO way that’s true. Not even Palpatine could see that far into the future so I can BS on that idea.

So why send Kenobi alone?

I think this harkens to what we see later during the “Wrong Jedi” arc.

If Ahsoka’s trial was her great test, then Maul’s reappearance was Obi-wan’s. Both Mace and Yoda have to know that Obi-wan was teetering on the Dark Side when he beat Maul all those years ago (in fact, the TPM novelization basically states Obi-wan harnesses some Dark Side to beat Maul in his rage.) Mace wants to bring backup, for very practical reasons but also probably keep tabs on an Obi-wan who was at severe risk of becoming unbalanced.

Yoda, on the other hand, sends Obi-wan alone to face his past, to face his darkness and overcome it (in the middle of a war with the Sith where the balance of power could have shifted significantly if Maul and Dooku and Sidious were able to coexist in the same room without the threat of first-degree murder).

And here’s the thing. Both Obi-wan and Ahsoka FAIL this test. Ahsoka walks away from the Jedi, Obi-wan gets the snot pounded out of him, taps into his rage (this is not a man in control of himself),

...and then lets a war criminal go free in exchange for her help, all of which set up the disaster that Mandalore becomes in later seasons. In fact, Obi-wan doesn’t pass this supposed test until over 20 years later, on Tatooine. And...is it worth everything that occurred between this episode and “Twin Suns”? Could Yoda have foreseen all of this? Highly unlikely. It’s nice poetry, but at what cost?

Which leads to another interesting observation - if Yoda feels this is Obi-wan’s test, then both he and Mace feel Obi-wan is more than capable of flirting with the Dark Side. (Yes, all Jedi are, of course, but this seems rather pointed for a man who is considered the pinnacle of Jedi-ness). Again, I have another long post gestating about this topic, but I doubt Mace and Yoda didn’t notice some signs of Obi-wan’s slow fall and attempts at absolution (it’s almost like the habits of an addict - fall, swear off the sauce, and than fall again, even lower) throughout TCW, but between the pressures of the war and trust in Obi-wan, they didn’t see it as a huge threat.

So after Obi-wan leaves for his Revenge Tour, Mace explains, rather diplomatically, that he thinks Yoda’s idea is hot garbage and that his (Maul’s) -

Yes, and Obi-wan at least does learn from this, as stated above...eventually.

Oh, Yoda. This is where I feel the Coucil lost their way. Again, Dooku’s famous quote about Yoda and the Council from the Clone Wars novelization:

"The Jedi Order's problem is Yoda. No being can wield that kind of power for centuries without becoming complacent at best or corrupt at worst. He has no idea that it's overtaken him; he no longer sees all the little cumulative evils that the Republic tolerates and fosters, from slavery to endless wars, and he never asks, 'Why are we not acting to stop this?' Live alongside corruption for too long, and you no longer notice the stench."

It could be argued that Yoda is placing this “test” of Obi-wan above the people of Raydonia, hell, the entire Republic, in priority. Raydonia is collateral damage, and if Obi-wan fails his test, so are many planets in the Republic (which is *exactly* what played out). I suppose, in the very end - again, 20 years later on Tatooine - this was resolved and Luke Skywalker was saved to eventually help redeem his father and destroy Palpatine but...that only really makes sense in hindsight and overlooks the bad decisions the Council and specifically Yoda, are making in real-time.

And Mace is not convinced here. Too many things could go wrong. Maul could escape. Obi-wan could be killed. Obi-wan could possibly turn, or at least “darken,” so to speak.

“Trust in the Force,” Mace might say, “but all others pay in credits.”

#hello there #long post #obi wan kenobi #darth maul #mace windu #yoda #raydonia #meta #well i dont know where *that* little analysis came from but #hey it's my weekend right now so enjoy the fruits of my spare time #and yes i will write that obi wan falling post at some point

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joonclouds · 4 years ago

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The Price Of A Wish | 3

The third time you meet Jung Hoseok, you realise the last ten years has done nothing to the way you were drawn to him, with a force as sure and inescapable as gravity.

CHAPTER INDEX

Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Idol!Hoseok, Chaebol!Reader, OT7 bangtan show up too, Slow Burn, Unrequited feelings, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Fluff, (we might include some other things later let’s see)

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You meet Hoseok for the first time when you’re seventeen. It's in the early days of March - you remember because it's the time where Spring isn't quite here yet, so the evenings are still chilly. Getting to wear your favourite sweaters a few weeks longer is something that you still get a small thrill out of. You're a lot younger, a lot less jaded than you are now.

Leaning against the wall a ways off from the main crowd, you watch the guests in disinterest. It was laughable for a party of forty, at most, to rent such a colossal space. Surely even if it was a selection showcase, it was excessive.

Your family’s attendance to an event meant no expense was spared. The dress code is smart casual but a grand hall has been rented, with towering ceilings and a sprawling expanse of space. There was a live string quartet and champagne and little degustation canapes. Everyone talked in hushed voices, as if afraid to disturb the air around them. And what were they feeding with these canapes? Mice? You can’t even have real alcohol, just this stupid fizzy grape juice in a fancy glass. You think about the amazing grilled cheese that Madam Han, your housekeeper, makes and you groan internally, wishing to be anywhere but here. You’re sure your face says just as much.

“Yup, me too.” Turning in surprise, you find someone next to you.

His height is the first thing you notice. A good head taller than you are, and all black looks good on him, a silk shirt hanging loose and ripped jeans tucked into boots. He looks familiar, but you can’t put your finger on it yet, so you shelve that thought for later because well. There were more important issues at hand.

As a general rule, you thought all that "love at first sight' type thing was bullshit. You didn't buy into that sort of malarkey, and even if you did, it’s not something you got to have. But what was a girl to do in the face of .. well, a handsome face? Despite the remnants of stubborn pre-teen chub around his cheeks and a smattering of acne on his chin - things you're sure he'd grow out of in time - he's just your type of trouble.

Maybe you didn't know that yet, but all you do know is that when he turns slightly to give you a half smile, you freeze and your heart jumps like it's about to launch itself out of your body.

“Well. Someone's having fun.” He clarifies, fiddling with the stem of his champagne flute. You quickly look away, but not before noting his similarly bored demeanor.

"As much fun as you are, clearly."

“Yes, this is a riveting time.” He deadpans back, and the snicker he garners out of you breaks the ice like sugar glass. The both of you return to surveying the small crowd, but make no move to leave, enjoying the feeling of sharing in a certain kind of disjointed camaraderie. What is it they always say about shared trauma?

“You’re old enough to drink?” You tilt your glass in the direction of his.

“I’ve been old enough since three years ago. But legally, no. This isn’t alcohol.”

You sigh, but then a thought pops into your head. “Wanna sneak into the kitchen with me? The servers often leave the open bottles unattended.”

“Not your first rodeo, huh.”

“And certainly not my last. I can’t wait to be legal so these things become more tolerable.” You take another sip of your non-alcohol.

After a moment you ask again - “So? Kitchen?”

“You have no idea how much I wish I could, but this night is a sober one. Nerves and alcohol don't go well together for me.”

“Aaaaaaand he turns out to be even less fun than this party.”

This earns you a chuckle from him. It’s warm and inviting, a little buzz of electricity in your veins. Feels like if you’d been drinking actual champagne that evening. He nudges your shoulder playfully with his own when you cross your arms and angle your body slightly away in a small show of sulking.

“I have no choice, cowboy. I’m the showhorse. Gotta do the parade if I want my scholarship."

“Ah, Jung Hoseok.”

The puzzle pieces fall into place and you give him another once over out of the corner of your eye, this time with more recognition than before. Now you knew why he looked familiar - the identities of the artistes were all kept secret until after the selection showcase, but since you were your father's daughter, you'd seen the lineup beforehand.

"Yup, that's me." Hoseok downs the rest of his drink, grimacing. "And this entire thing is a show by a pretentious businessman who's already decided who's going to be selected."

"Looks like it's not your first rodeo either, you know how this works."

"Boy, do I."

"So why stay sober for it anyway?"

"I like dancing."

Hoseok's answer makes you go quiet. Whatever sarcastic banter you had lined up was halted in the face of such a simple, honest admission.

After a moment, he adds - " and I have a feeling it might reflect badly if I turned up tipsy to my first performance in front of the panel of directors.”

You shrug. "You know what they say about brooding artists and alcohol."

Suddenly, a thought comes to him. “Wait. You know me?”

He turns to you, and you can see him trying to figure out who you are, why you know him but he doesn’t know you.

“Of course I know you.” You state a matter-of-factly. “Jung Hoseok, the parading showhorse.”

“And you’re…. Mirae? The….cellist?” He takes a wild guess at one of the other performers in the showcase lineup that night.

“Nope.” You reply, popping your lips in amusement when you realise he has absolutely no clue who you are.

"You're not competition, are you?"

"Wrong again."

Hoseok squints in confusion and turns fully to face you, taking you more seriously now. “So who are you?”

Leaning in closer to him you tilt your glass in the direction of where the biggest group of people congregated in the middle of the room, deciding to at least have a little bit of fun tonight if you couldn't get your hands on the drinks. Albeit at the expense of someone else’s embarrassment, but it’s not like you two were close anyway. Consider it a trade off of sorts.

“See that man in the gray suit?”

“The CEO of Aurarts?” He frowns slightly. “Why?”

“He's the one who gets to decide if you get your scholarship or not, right?”

“Yes.” He drags the syllable out hesitantly. “Where is this going?”

“Well. In the direction of him being my very pretentious father. I'm sure you'll know my name soon enough.”

The colour drains from Hoseok’s face.

“Fuck-“ He begins, but quickly catches himself and bites his lips together when he decides that swearing in front of the daughter of the business magnate he just badmouthed, and who is coincidentally also funding his scholarship, isn’t the best first impression.

“Sorry. I. Uh.” He rubs the back of his neck with one hand. Gone is his easy charm - he’s now visibly perplexed, turning red and refusing to make eye contact. It makes you giggle, a bright pealing sound that seems to cut like a warm knife into butter. As it happens, the emcee’s voice crackles to life over the speakers, cutting your laughter short and inviting guests to take their seats as the performance is about to begin.

"There's your cue, and mine."

You sigh, quite content with your fun for the evening; Hoseok is pretty cute when he’s flustered. He's opened and shut his mouth three times and still trying to find a way to dig himself out of the hole he's in, so you decide to put the poor boy out of his misery and leave first. Pushing off from the wall, you offer him a small wave and mouth a ‘good luck’ over your shoulder. He manages a tiny wave back.

Between accompanying your father amongst the guests and making small talk with them after the performances are over, don’t get a chance to talk to Hoseok anymore for the rest of the evening. Sometimes you catch a glimpse of a silky black shirt and a charming smile, but not long enough of a look to know if he was looking back.

But you do get to watch his performance - it’s the last one of the night, and you don't know if it's intentional, but they’ve saved the best for last.

Hoseok walks onto the makeshift dancefloor, barefoot, and one more button on his shirt undone. Perhaps you didn’t notice it before, but there is a power with which he holds himself in his beginning pose, facing away from the audience, stance wide and hands crossed in fists behind his back. His head is turned, just enough for you to see his side profile, and you know he sees you sitting in the front row. You feel a shiver of excitement at the base of your spine. It pulses in rhythm to the opening beats of the dance track.

When he starts, you understand why he’s in tonight's lineup. Each movement of Hoseok’s body is fluid but perfectly controlled, matching the heavy bass tempo on the dot. Never early, never late. The music slowly starts to pick up, and his eyes turn dark, expression changing with every turn of the music. Joy, fear, passion and desperation tell the story of escape from old demons and rebirth into a new self. As everything reaches a crescendo, it’s like his presence expands into the cavernous hall that seemed to swallow every one of it’s tiny guests earlier, filling the space until you felt like the walls might burst.

One fist clenched and shaking in the air, Hoseok ends his performance kneeling atop a raised dais in the middle of the stage. The air is so silent and heavy with awe you can hear his laboured breaths. His smile is so bright and victorious, you think you might be dreaming when it is literally blinding you in the shine of spotlights. It's then you realise he's actually got braces on. Your heart gives you a quiet, endearing sigh, and you agree with her.

Applause erupts, a standing ovation is given. It takes you a little longer to collect yourself, but you stand with the crowd too, and clap until your palms heat and sting.

He’s not dancing to the music, you think. He is the music.

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A/N: And with that we’re all caught up with the chapters I’ve also posted on A03! You can check me out there if you prefer A03 hehe. Will be releasing future chapters at the same time from now on. Hope everyone is having a ✨great day✨ xoxo

#joonclouds #POAW #hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok fic #bts fic #hobi #hoseok fanfic #bts x reader

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deans-baby-momma · 5 years ago

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 57

“I don’t know Gen,” I say as soon as I get situated on the massage table, answering her earlier question about Jensen and myself. “Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate his efforts but..”

“Are you 100% sure that Jay was bothered because Dani is moving on? Has he told you that was the reason he was so upset and distant after JJ’s party? Because I have known that man for a long time, and I don’t think that’s the whole story.”

She pauses and I consider her words for a moment before she speaks up again.

“Listen, let Jared and I keep Jackson tonight. You and Jay take this as an opportunity to get it all out. Tell him how you feel, what you are thinking and let him tell you his side of the story. He might just surprise you. But I promise you this. If Jensen is still pining for her, I will help you however you want. Need a place to stay? I got you. Want to disappear for a few days? We can go visit my parents.”

“Gen no!” It’s my turn to interrupt her. “I can’t just show up with you at your parents’ home. You don’t get as much time to visit with them as it is. They don’t need a depressed freeloader mooching on their time with their oldest daughter.” I cannot expect her to do that. I can’t expect people who are practically strangers to welcome me into their home while I’m so afflicted and my life is once again turning to shambles.

“Bullshit!” Gen exclaims. I can tell by the shift in her voice that she had lifted her head from the table so I do that same, mirroring her posture. Both of us are only covered by a thin white sheet but we lay there with our upper bodies propped up by our forearms and stare at one another.

“They love you Drea. You are like another daughter to them and they love little man as if he were their own grandson. Hell, they’ll be more than happy to spoil Jackson as much as they have Tom and Shep. Believe me! Everytime I talk to them, they always ask about you guys. They’ll want to help, trust me. And we don’t have to tell them what is going on. Just that you wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of life. Their ranch is secluded so they will more than understand.” She shrugs as she re-situates on the table. “Besides, it’s just an option. It might not even come to that. You go listen to Jay’s side of the story and then we’ll go from there, Okay?”

“Yea okay,” I concede. “We’ll see.”

I lay back down and get prepared to enjoy the body massage Jensen had so graciously gifted me but I know in my heart that hearing, that seeing Dani with a new man was agonizing to him was going to be torture.

BACK AT THE ACKLES/MURPHY RESIDENCE

Jensen uses the free time he has while Jackson naps to put together the next phase of his plan. While Drea and Gen are being pampered, he cleans the house, finished the laundry and marinades some chicken to grill later.

After placing the bowl of food into the refrigerator, Jensen grabs his phone and opens a music app to create the perfect playlist. It doesn’t take him long to combine the songs that undeniably depicts his affection for the mother of his son. He smiles as he sits the phone down and takes a look at his surroundings.

The house looks like a home. He knows Drea worked endlessly, turning this place into something they can both be proud to call theirs. As he waits for Jackson to wake from his nap, he takes a stroll through the main rooms of the dwelling.

The living room, with its floor to ceiling windows is cozy even with so much natural light flowing in.The creamy beige walls complement the dark paneled ceiling and beams; the white trim was flawlessly matched to the furniture Drea had chosen. As he walks by the sofa, he runs his forefinger along the back of the chaise. The crushed velvet fabric feels so soft and elegant under his touch. The mahogany wood of the coffee table, end tables and armoire are evenly reflected in the area rug, pulling all the pieces together to create a calm and peaceful area to lounge in or to entertain guests.

Turning back toward the kitchen, Jensen takes notice of how even that room, with all its bulky appliances and countertop gadgets was welcoming. The marble-topped island gleams under the bright overhead lights. It was the piece de resistance of the room. The stainless steel of the appliances brought out the silver veins that ran through the white marble, creating a softening effect. The hickory cabinetry played off the hue of the oak floor.

He chuckles as he remembers the way Drea had gazed dreamily at the size of the room. She went on and on about how it was better than she could have imagined and that she had never had anything that nice, growing up or while she had been married to Chad.

FLASHBACK

“Jay, it’s perfect! It’s more than perfect! It’s elegant yet functional. I can see us hosting parties and holidays with plenty of room for everyone to congregate and mingle. And that den! Jay, did you see that den?! The windows and doors were huge! And the recessed ceilings with the beams? Oh my god, I want this house. Do you think we can afford it?”

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Jensen grins as he remembers the day he signed the final papers, making the house legally theirs. He couldn’t wait to get home and surprise Drea. He hears the tell-tale signs that Jackson is waking from his nap so he meanders toward the nursery. It was almost time for Jared to be dropping by with his two boys. The Padalecki and Ackles men were going to the park.

Returning home, I quickly realize that Jensen isn’t there. I knew he had made plans with Jared to take the kids to the park. Even though our son was too young to yet enjoy the outing, knowing Jared’s method of watching kids, Tom and Shep were probably running rampant on the play area. The big guy loved to feed his kids sweets and then laugh at them as they ran amok. It was one of Genevieve’s biggest grievances.

Since I am now home alone, no baby to take care off, I decide to enjoy a glass of wine. The day of indulgence at the spa had been relaxing and refreshing but the conversation with Gen had not. It brought up more questions than answers.

Was living with Jensen under the same roof a good thing? Was there so much tension in the air that it was going to have a negative effect on Jackson? Should I try and take our son and move out, taking him away from his father? Would that really be beneficial?

There is no doubt in my mind that Jensen doesn’t completely adore his son and he would in no way do anything detrimental to his child. But with things so bitter between us, were we just causing a hostile environment to raise a kid?

As I sip on the burgundy liquid, I resolutely came to a conclusion.

AT THE PARK

“Jare, man. I swear I don’t know what else to do,” Jensen voices as he holds his son while the Padalecki boys frolic around the toddler equipment at the playground.

“Have you tried explaining it to her?” Jared inquires, quickly reprimanding his oldest son. “Thomas, don’t climb on that!”

“Dude, I have tried so many times but she just cuts me off, changes the subject,” Jensen declares, bouncing Jackson when he begins to whimper. “It’s like she is so sure she is right that she doesn’t want to hear any different.”

“Cognitive dissonance,” Jared states with a nod of his head. “I kinda get that. She has forced herself into believing that you are going to ‘come to your senses and leave her’ that she refuses to consider anything to the contrary.”

“But I love her. Man, I love her so much. Why does she assume I’m going to leave?”

“Think about it Jay. The two most important people in her life, her mom and her husband, left her. Albeit, not willingly but a person’s mind can play some cruel tricks. She loved her mom tremendously and she got sick and died. Then she found Chad and fell deeply in love with him and was happy and then boom, he was gone. Plus, you guys lost a son. I know she loved Jacob dearly. Just another person that she cared for and is no longer here,” Jared ascertains. He chuckles and glances at his best friend before speaking up, keeping an eye on his own kids. “Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d think she has Sam Winchester syndrome.”

Jensen rolls his eyes but smiles, lifting a sleepy Jackson onto his shoulder. “God help me then.”

THAT EVENING

After our girls day, Gen came back to the house and picked Jackson up along with his diaper bag and an overnight bag. “Talk. To. Him,” she had ordered me before walking out of the house and to her car. I turned around and headed to the bathroom. I want to shower and be relaxed when Jensen and I have that conversation.

Coming out of the bedroom, I smell the enticing aroma of Jensen’s Italian chicken so I head to the kitchen to see if I can assist.

I stand in the doorway between the hall and the kitchen and just watch him. He was so into preparing the food that he hadn’t noticed me yet. It gave me time to appreciate the man in front of me. Jensen was a very good-looking man with his symmetrical features. He was tall and lean but also had a bit of muscle to him, partially from years of doing some of his own stunt work and working out. His golden brown hair was styled in its usual fashion and I could hear faint humming along with the music on his phone coming from his plump pink lips. As I continued to watch him preparing dinner, I couldn’t help but feel my heart swell. I love him so much; that’s why it hurt so bad to know that he was still hung up on Dani.

When he turns to grab a plate, Jensen finally notices me and smiles. The delighted expression reaches his green eyes easily.

“Hey. I was just making you a plate. Want to join me in the dining nook?”

“Sure,” I reply as I head to the refrigerator. “Want a beer or water?”

“Nun uh. You go sit. I’m catering to you tonight.”

With a nod of my head, I turn and approach the table in the nook. There are two long-stemmed candlesticks in the middle and two empty wineglasses, along with a vase of flowers.. Along the windowsill are five tealights, their flames flickering giving off a charming ambience. Jensen had really outdone himself.

“You’ve just thought of everything haven’t you?” I ask with a smirk as I sit and watch him carry two plates and a bottle of wine over.

“Yep.”

After the plates are cleared, Jensen and I sit at the table and just enjoy each other’s company. For the first time in a while, I feel at ease and comfortable with him again. I go to speak when he beats me to it.

“Drea, can we talk? About what’s going on?”

I remember my promise to Gen, that I would listen to whatever he has to tell me, and nod my head. Picking up my wine glass, I take a sip.

“Can I ask you why you think that I’m still in love with Dani?”

“Because I know you are,” I whisper. “Actions speak louder than words. You were so upset that she had moved on that you got drunk, yelled at me and then took off.”

“Baby,” Jensen sighs. “You have it so totally wrong. I didn’t get upset that she was moving on. I’m happy for her. I hope she can find someone to love her as much as I love you. No, it was the WHO she was moving on with.”

“Josh?” I ask, confused. “Why?”

“Because,” Jensen sighs and reaches for my hand. “It’s simple really. He hurt you and she turns around and begins dating him just to throw it in your face.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, how twisted things had become. Jensen had a look of confusion on his face as I continue. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Jay, he didn’t hurt me,” I begin explaining. “Yes, we dated. Mostly to help out Dani but I continued seeing him after we got those results. But honey, I didn’t love him. I wasn’t in love with him. I just….it felt good to have someone to go out with, have a good time. Baby, it doesn’t bother me a bit that Dani is dating Josh. Hell, he is a great guy. And he’s good with kids so we don’t have to worry about JJ. I’m happy for them.”

“What?” Jensen asked, incredulous. “I mean, I know you said when you broke up it was because you didn’t return his feelings, but are you saying-”

“I’m saying, I never loved Josh. Not the least little bit. He was a good friend, that was it.”

“But you two seemed to get along so well. I just knew you two were headed somewhere.”

“Nah, never saw him that way,” I answered, with a shrug of my shoulders. “Like I said, it was someone to go out with. He isn’t my type.”

Jensen quickly gets up and heads to the kitchen, picking his phone up and turning up the volume. Once the guitar begins to play, I recognize the song and feel tears well up into my eyes. Jensen approaches me and holds out his hand for me to take.

As soon as I am standing he pulls me into his embrace and we begin swaying, him whisper-singing the song in my ear.

I guess the time was right for us to say

We'd take our time and live our lives

Together day by day

We'll make a wish and send it on a prayer

We know our dreams will all come true

With love that we can share

With you I never wonder - will you be there for me?

With you I never wonder - you're the right one for me?

I finally found the love of a lifetime

A love to last my whole life through

I finally found the love of a lifetime

Forever in my heart

I finally found the love of a lifetime

With every kiss, our love is like brand-new

And every star up in the sky

Was made for me and you

Still we both know that the road is long

We know that we will be together

Because our love is strong

I finally found the love of a lifetime

A love to last my whole life through

I finally found the love of a lifetime

Forever in my heart

I finally found the love of a lifetime

Ooh, I finally found the love of a lifetime

A love to last my whole life through, ooh

I finally found the love of a lifetime

Forever in my heart

I finally found the love of a lifetime (I finally found the love of a lifetime)

Love of a lifetime (I finally found the love of a lifetime)

I finally found the love (I finally found the love of a lifetime)

Ooh, forever in my heart

I finally found the love of a lifetime, ooh.

“Drea, I love you so much. I was trying to honor you by being pissed that my ex was dating your ex and in the midst of that I almost lost you. You are my love of a lifetime and I don’t ever want to lose you.”

I look up into his jade green eyes to see them wet and almost overflowing. I smile as I tiptoe and whisper in his ear. “Jensen Ackles, I love you too. Make love to me.”

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