Characters: Jensen x Reader, Conan O’Brien, Jared Padalecki
Warnings: Nothing but FLUFF (come on, do you know me by now?)
Word Count: 1k
A/N: This story is for @impalaimagining’s cheesy pick-up challenge that I COMPLETELY let fall through the cracks. It’s so late it isn’t even funny. I picked the line, “Do you mind if I walk you home? My mother always told me to follow my dreams.” And thanks to @atc74 for submitting the above gif of Jensen. It took a LOT of necessary staring to come up with this blurb. Hope you enjoy it!
When (and why) did you start shipping stewbert? (Btw I love love love your blog)
(Thank you very much!) I started shipping them around February of 2012! It was toward the end of my freshman year of high school! Full answer with gifs and video links under keep reading cuz I don’t wanna clog anyones dash!
A/N: So not a planned fic but after I saw the Conan interview this idea have been haunting me.
I stole bits of the interview that would fit my story, but disregarded some of it cause in this story Jensen isn’t have has never been married to Danneel, therefore no JJ. No hate what so ever against Jensen or his beautiful family. This is only fiction and let’s just assume the amazing Danneel Harris is happy with someone else.
Thanks to @torn-and-frayed for being awesome and betaing this for me last minute.
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You couldn’t have been more excited for your husband. He had literally been buzzing for days previous to this interview. It had been a long time since he had been on a show like this and Conan was one of his all time favorites. You couldn’t have been more proud of him as you sat in the front row with Gen waiting for your husbands to take the stage.
You smiled, applauding the boys along with Gen and the rest of the audience when they took the stage. Jensen looked so confident and relaxed, which made you even prouder. Jensen hadn’t always been this relaxed in front of a big audience. When you had first met, this would have terrified him and you would probably have been backstage trying to calm him and take his mind off what was about to happen rather than sitting, smiling and waving at him in your chair next to your best friend. Jensen had grown immensely and you had been at his side every step of the way. First as his friend, then girlfriend and for the past few years, his wife. You loved him more than you had ever thought possible to love another human being and he made you proud every day.
Hi my name is Patrick Martin Vaughn Stump and I have short blonde hair that changes hues randomly and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like conan o'brien (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to William Beckett but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a demon but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a singer, and I live in a magic place called Chicago in illinois. I’m a punk (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly sweaters. I love hats and I wear them every day. For example today I was wearing a twenty one pilots shirt with a fedora and dumb khakis and black combat boots. I was walking outside my house. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. Crankthatfrank stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.
Conan O’brien: I’m very happy that you can be here today Jared, because today, is in, fact your birthday. And Uh, You guys have a tradition on your birthday of celebrating in a certain way. Jared: Yeah. Conan O’brien: Want to tell us what that is? Jared: We streak. (x)