“So my question is for Y/N,” the fan giggled as she watched the two of you on stage.
You turned to Jensen, a satisfied smile plastered on your face. “See, they love me more,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him in victory.
He narrowed his eyes at you, scrunched up his nose and bit his bottom lip, contemplating you, smirking at you all the while. “That’s what you think. Wait for it,” Jensen whispered turning back to the blushing fan. “What’s your question?” Jensen encouraged.
“Well, its for Y/N, but it’s about Jensen,” she smiled apologetically in your direction.
You chanced a glance at Jensen and immediately regretted it.
“Boom!” He smiled, cocksure and proud of himself. You shoved him hard in the shoulder, knocking him off his chair causing the entire room to burst into laughter.
“Hurry. Ask your question before he recovers,” you encouraged the fan, kicking his chair over for good measure.
Jensen purses his lips in your general direction as he moves to right his chair and sit back down.
“Well, I was wondering what is your favorite thing about being married to Jensen?” she squeaked out.
“I don’t think this is the answer ANY of you will expect,” you chuckled, glancing at your husband who had forgone the chair and moved to your side, slinging his arm over your shoulder, encouraging you to lean into him where you belonged.
“My favorite thing about being married to Jensen is the hugs,” you said, watching the crowd laugh slightly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the sex is amazing,” you added, Jensen squeezing your shoulder, his fingers digging into the meat of your arms, sending an electric current rippling through you. “And those fucking lips, hmmmmm,” you hummed in satisfaction, the memory of his lips only an hour ago still lingering on your lips. “But I’ve gotta say it’s the hugs,” you finished, looking up at Jensen expectantly. “There is something safe about being wrapped in his arms. It feels like I’m home.”
He took your mic from you and laid it in his seat, pulling you from your chair. Immediately his arms embraced you, his warmth surrounding you, his scent filling your senses.
You buried your face in his chest, sighing contentedly. Faintly, you heard the audience awe, but you were lost in the way your husband’s arms felt wrapped tightly around your waist, how his head rested gently on top of yours, how his breaths and your breaths became one, your chests pressed together.
Jensen pulled away from you, his supple lips meeting yours, his beard leaving the perfect burn, heat and fire rising to the surface. There was something comforting and reassuring in the kiss as well as a promise of something more to come as his tongue briefly flicked in to your mouth, eager to taste you.
As if reading your thoughts, Jensen pulled away and leaned over, whispering in your ear.
“After this panel is over, let’s see what we can do about making that second thing you mentioned a little higher on the list,” he teased, his voice low and rumbling, his hands roaming down to squeeze your ass gently.
“Lets,” you agreed, kissing him firmly and pulling him back into a hug before pulling away.
“Thank you,” the fan smiled. “I could see why that’s your favorite thing,” she agreed, a look of sadness crossing her face briefly beside it was replaced with a smile.
The look on her face sparked an idea.
“Go show her, Jen,” you smiled, pushing him toward the edge of the stage.
He smiled brightly at you, understanding crossing his freckled features, quickly jumping offstage and darting toward the young lady. Before she could protest, Jensen had his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, pulling her into him.
You watched as a look of pure bliss fell across her face as she clung to your husband. You understood exactly what she felt in that moment, a huge grin spreading across your lips.
“See?” you asked, looking toward the fan and Jensen.
Jensen pulled away, looking down at the fan.
“Was she right?” he asked, his smile reaching his eyes, not taking his arms away from the girl.
“Definitely,” she breathed, her voice a little shaky.
Jensen chuckled, squeezing her quickly before stepping away and jumping back on stage, pulling you into his side.
Your body molded into his. It was meant to be there, the two of you meant to be one. Jensen smiled down at you, leaned down and kissed your temple, then addressed the crowd.
“Alright, I think it’s time for the last question,” he smiled, his arm drifting down around your waist, his fingertips reminding you of the promise from earlier as they danced along your skin under your shirt.
“Yep. Last question,” you agreed, eager to make good on Jensen’s promise.
Chapter Summary: Settling into your apartment, hoping to run into your new neighbor. But he just flew to Austin.
You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?
That first night you hadn’t payed too much attention to your new home. After the drive up to Vancouver, and the meeting at the office, you had wanted nothing more than to crash and sleep for a couple of hours. Especially after you had literally run into Jensen Ackles, the man who had kept you awake the night before, and a guy you would be in close contact with every day.
He was even more handsome up close than in his pictures. You had been shell shocked at first, especially with his hand on your arm. You shook your head, frustrated at yourself, knowing you had probably been incredibly stupid in front of him. It wasn’t the best way to meet, and you hadn’t even introduced yourself.
Jensen x reader (platonic till the end), Jared x reader (platonic)
mental illness, slight depression, anger outburst, language, very little spn
canon violence, self loathing (I guess. Basically the reader doesn’t like
herself), bad traffic (yes that’s a warning), reader being bitchy
You wake instantly knowing you are going to have one of your “bad” days meaning
your emotions are going to be a mess. Sure enough angry outburst start your day
when you nearly kick the crap out of a guy in traffic and nearly bit off Jared
and Jensen’s heads. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like this will be going away
any time soon. How are you supposed to keep it hidden from people who are
practically your family and how will this affect the major scenes you must
shoot? That’s right you are an actress on Supernatural, but can you keep your
emotion in check long enough to get through the day?
A/N: Hey y’all first I want to say I have no
fucking Idea where this came from. It wasn’t planned at all. It’s basically
word vomit on a page because I had a really crappy day in which some of the
things in the story actually happened to me. So, I guess writing some fluffy J2
helped me get over my shitty day. I also wrote the reader based off myself in a
way because these emotional issues are ones I face and today was one of the “bad”
days for me. Literally wrote this between the times of 8pm and 4am so there’s
barely any editing done and I apologize for any mistakes. Its currently 4:30
and I have no ambition to check. Any who, I know I had more to say but I forget,
oh well enjoy. P.S. This is my first RPF so be easy on me please. As always
feedback is appreciated and wanted and hate will not be tolerated.
So I got my aunt into supernatural and we had this conversation the other day
We're already on season three! I mean Dean has to get out of this hell thing right? He's been through so much I feel so bad for him! Poor guy lost his parents and has to deal with all this I mean give him a break.
.....So innocent. You have no idea. You will find out one day... I'm sorry.
What are yo-?
Shhhhh you will find out soon. I wish you the best of luck.