You stared into Dean’s eyes, mesmerized by a color green that shouldn’t exist, but does in his eyes. You didn’t want to look away, and you didn’t. The two of you stared at each other, grinning widely as you absentmindedly reached for his hand, him meeting you halfway. You slowly leaned forward, your eyes not once leaving his hypnotizing green eyes, your lips brushing against each other as he leaned forward, too. Finally, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to look away from his eyes, and-
“What are you doing?” You sighed as you dropped your phone onto the couch and looked up at Jensen, frowning as he sat across from you on the next cushion.
And after a few minutes [JJ] was literally just cradling my head, and like our heads were together, and my wife walked in and she was like, ‘What is happening?’ And I was like, 'I don’t know, but don’t - ! Just, leave it alone! Cuz this is awesome.’
To me, you don’t have to have yourself completely figured out, but if you wanna find the right person, you have to know yourself. It’s learning to be able to be alone. You don’t always need a boyfriend and you don’t always need 20 girls surrounding you telling you “you’re great”. It’s learning to love yourself. You know, I really respect myself and I think if you respect yourself, you’re not gonna put yourself in a situation because you’ll have that little voice inside going “you’re worth something.“
You rolled over violently and looked at Jensen, his snoring keeping you awake as he laid there. You furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing for your pillow with thoughts about smacking him with it filling you up with enough peace to put you back to sleep. But as you gripped the corner of your pillow, another thought came to mind. Releasing the pillow, you spun around and grabbed your phone off the nightstand and pulling the charger out of it. Bringing up the camera, you began recording, putting you on the screen with a snoring Jensen just behind you.
You stared at Jensen on the phone for a solid ten seconds before releasing a sigh. “I love you, Jensen. Even if your loud snoring keeps me up at night, I’ll still love you. I’d rather be dead tired than to not sleep next to you. Love you, baby.” You turned around and kissed his cheek with a loud mwah before turning back to your phone and stopped the recording. You snuggled back into bed and forced Jensen’s arm around you, smiling widely as you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep despite the snoring in your ear.
Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @frickfracklesackles‘ Natalie’s 1,000 Follower Celebration Movie-Trope Challenge! CONGRATS GIRL, you deserve it! Go give her a follow if you haven’t already! For her challenge, I picked a character (actor in this case!), trope and a movie quote! Prompts are below and quote will be bolded in the fic. As always, I love feedback so much and my tag list is open; send me an ask if you want to join. :) I hope you like this! Also thank you to @avasmommy224 for reading this and giving me your opinion! It helps so much you have no idea :)
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 4,000-ish
Warnings: Fluff, Angst (a tad), mentions of cheating, I don’t want to give too much away!!!
Trope: 12. Meet actor on vacation and become lovers
Movie Quote: m. “Marriage! The end of spontaneous sex, traveling by yourself, and buying whatever you want without having to ask permission. Right?” - How To Be Single
Song Inspirations: “I Want You” by Kings of Leon, “Send My Love (To Your New Lover)” by Adele and “Rich” by Maren Morris
Who the hell came up with that word anyway? As I’m sitting here on this charter bus that’s taking me to my resort hotel, I’m watching about three newlywed couples about to get it on on the nasty, itchy seats that probably haven’t been cleaned in years. Rolling my eyes, I decided to grab my headphones out of my carry-on and shove them in my ears before I said something to them.
I decided to look up where the word ‘honeymoon’ came from before I had to witness post-marital bliss conjure right before my eyes.
Typing quickly on my phone, I could feel the bus pulling to a stop, but I wasn’t paying attention. It would be at least five minutes before I was able to get off this godforsaken bus anyway. Why did I choose a seat in the back again? I’ll never know.
Word Count: 701 (Is that a one-shot or a drabble? I’m gonna call it a one-shot…)
Warnings: Kind of panic attack, language, slight angst at the beginning, fluff ensues.
A/N This is for @straightasdeanwinchester 2000 follower challenge. My prompts are bolded, also… Congrats! You deserve it. Hope you enjoy.
You were standing off stage at your first panel of your first convention, and you were a nervous wreck. Ever since you had started on Supernatural you chose to learn about the fandom and how so many characters were hated by them and you hoped, you weren’t one of them. That was the most terrifying thing for you at that moment, then it didn’t help your boyfriend, Jensen Ackles was late to show up and dating him meant some people hated you.
You were rolling the microphone in between your hands when all of a sudden you could feel someone grab your shoulders, you turned around swiftly ready to hit them in the face with the mic for startling you.
Author’s Note: I wrote this while being sick with the flu AND having pink eye. Sorry if its shitty.
There she stood, in a white nightgown, looking as beautiful as ever as she tried to gather her surroundings. Dean couldn’t help but stare for a moment, until the word finally left his mouth.
Your eyes went wide as you turned toward your boyfriend who had a satisfied grin on his face. He was all too happy to watch your reaction to the season finale, but scared about what the consequences would be for him not telling you sooner that his TV mother would be back on the show.
“Jensen Ross Ackles, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” You put your head in your hands and took slow deep breaths, being extremely overdramatic for the situation. “I can’t believe Mary is back. That is not what I expected at all. Bobby, sure. Charlie, I wished. But Mary? Man that is gonna be either really good or really bad.”
Jensen couldn’t do anything but chuckle and look at you with fondness in his eyes, “So you liked it?”
“Of course I liked it! So you lied to me when I asked why Samantha was on set,” You said quietly giving him a mock glare.
“Well, yeah, I couldn’t just reveal the season finale to you. You would have kicked my ass,” He laughed as he started to clean up the various snacks and drinks on the coffee table.
“God, I can’t believe I have to wait until next season to see how this plays out,” You pouted as you stood up and started helping him. “But I guess I should be happy that you’re home for the next couple of months with me.”
Jensen stopped cleaning and walked over toward you with a soft smile on his face, and it grew as he wrapped his arms around you and brought you into a tender kiss. “I’m happy I’m home, too, Y/N.”
“You promise that now that your mother is back you won’t spend less time with me?” You gave him your best pout and he rolled his eyes.
“Good lord, Y/N,” He laughed, then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
You squealed as you lightly hit his back, but then stopped fighting as you had a good view of his bottom, “I was going to ask what the hell you were doing, Jay, but this is fine. I’m fine right here.”
“You told me we would have celebratory intercourse after we watched the finale,” He whined, causing you to smile. “Now I think I’ve waited long enough.”
“I’ve waited six months, Jay,” You giggled as he tickled your sides. “Six months since we’ve had intercourse!”
“Don’t worry, Sweetcheeks, we’re about to make up for that six months in one night.”
It was a typical day on the supernatural set. Jensen and
Jared were pranking Misha, and Mark and I were sat discussing and
practicing our latest scenes.
“So, we’re going to be torturing you.” I laughed, as I read through the script.
know it, kitten” He winked before laughing, causing me to roll my eyes. Kitten was my
nickname in the show given to me by the king of hell himself.
“Shut up.” I laughed, hitting him with my script, as he fake winced.
“And, cut!” I hear one of the directors call out from another part of the set.
“Hey guys.” Jensen said, as he walked into the room where Mark and I were sat.
“Hey, Ackles.” I smile.
about to head off and get some drinks and food, the directors told me
to remind you that you’re filming in 5.” He smiled, knowing what scene
was coming up next.
“Don’t remind me.” I laughed, standing up to head to the set.
“Bring me some food back, please.” I laughed, to which he nodded.
“Good luck, Y/N” He smiled, sincerely.
“Sam, I cant do it!” My character yelled, running her hand through her/hishair
“I can’t put us in danger!” She continued yelling, pacing around the room.
“I can’t put you in danger…” She whispered, facing Sam, as she/he came to a stop
“You won’t. Please (Character name)…” Jared, well Sam whispered, placing his hand on my shoulder.
“I love you, please.” He whispered, inhaling a deep breath.
“I love you too, Sam. That’s why I’m doing this.” I smiled sadly, inhaling a shaky breath.
“Cut!” the director called, letting us know that we can relax.
that was fun” I laughed, as Jared and I walked off the set to go clean
up since we were covered in dirt and blood. Jared laughed, grabbing a
towel from the table beside us.
“Hey guys! Guess what?” A voice calls from behind us. Turning around, I spot Jensen with his hands behind his back.
“What?” I ask, laughing.
“Ackles got snackles” He laughs, before revealing the food in his hands. Jared, Jensen and I burst out laughing at his pun.
“Oh my god, Jensen.” I laugh, forgetting about the dirt and blood on me. Jensen cheekily smiled, before coming over to us.
know, even covered in dirt and blood, you’re still beautiful” He
smiled, placing his hand on my cheek, causing a blush to rise up my
cheeks. I couldn’t deny the crush I had developed on the man, over the
four years I had known him.
“No chick flick moments.” I laughed, making him laugh.
“I’m gonna leave you guys too it, and go get clean” Jared said, winking at the pair of us before leaving.
“Bitch.” Jensen muttered, smiling when I began laughing.
“I was being serious, you know?” He said quietly, smiling slightly.
do you mean?” I asked. Surely this had to be a prank, I mean Jensen and
I are just friends, he’s not interested in me, right?
“Even covered in dirt and blood, which looks real may I add.” He said, chuckling slightly, when I laughed.
still beautiful” He smile, rubbing his thumb across my cheek. After
gazing into each others eyes for a few moments, he decided to break the
“C-Can I kiss you?” He asked, slightly licking
his lips. I nodded, before he reached down slightly, pressing his lips
against mine. It felt right, like we were made for each other, cliche I
“I really do like you, Y/N.” Jensen smiled, as he pulled away.
“I really like you too, Jensen.” I smiled back, causing his smile to widen, before he pressed his lips back against mine.
“So, Snackles?” He laughed, looking over at the food he had brought back moments ago. I smliled and nodded, watching Jensen pick up a coffee cup before taking a sip. Seconds later, he spat it out.
“What the hell?” He grimaced, looking around to spot Jared and Misha laughing.
“I’m going to kill you.” He yelled, before running after the laughing pair.
When Jensen was annoyed, he didn’t show it most of the time; he would laugh it off, then be a bitch about it later. But in front of the fans he liked to keep things light-hearted and funny. So when you and Jared had decided to go on a rant about him during your panel, he started showing it which surprised you.
You looked over at Jared with a smirk, then hesitantly started to ask him the question, “Not that I would know personally, but does Jensen talk in his sleep, Jared?”
The fans giggled and you saw Jensen’s expression…he was still smiling softly as he blushed, when Jared spoke up, “Yes, actually.”
“Oh, do tell! Do tell!”
Jared started snickering, “This one time we were in our hotel room and he was passed out. I think we had a panel the next morning. I was awake talking to Gen and I start to hear him mumbling, so I start laughing and Gen of course asks me what’s going on. So I turn the camera so she can see him and…”
“You let your wife watch me sleep?” Jensen was trying to sound angry, but you could tell he was trying not to laugh at the same time.
“Let me finish,” Jared hissed at him. “So we listen for a minute and he doesn’t really say anything else, so we were about to get back to our conversation, UNTIL…”
Your eyes lit up, “Until what, Jared? This is getting good!”
The fans laughed again and you looked over at Jensen, giggling as his expression was turning more annoyed. “Well it was incoherent at first, but then he started saying ‘Y/N, will you…’ and then we couldn’t make out the rest. But then I put the pieces together when he said ‘date with me’ and I lost it!”
You started blushing as you looked over at him as he danced with his microphone stand and popped his gum in his mouth. He obviously had no comment right now, so you spoke up.
“Jensen, were you practicing asking me out in your sleep?” The crowd started cheering and you couldn’t help but be satisfied when you gave him a wink and blushed and looked down at his feet.
“How would I know? I was sleeping?” He chuckled, then started to turn to the next fan in line to ask a question. Then he turned back around, “But just in case this story is true, what would your answer be?”
Even more cheering erupted in the venue and now it was your turn to blush, but you wouldn’t let him get a date that easily, “In your dreams, Ackles. You need to work harder than that.”