Concept: me, sitting at the same height as everybody else, looking not across an endless sea of unfamiliar faces, but up at the stars. Nobody cares about the people next to them anymore. There is peace.
Jensen opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His head is pounding, it’s too bright in the hotel room, his entire body aches.
After a couple minutes of stretching and groaning and adjusting his eyes to the sunlight, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and ends up with a piece of notebook paper in his hand instead. In terrible handwriting, there are a few random words on the paper like “breakfast,” “crepe options,” and “hamburger meat with onions.” He bunches the paper up and tosses it aside before grabbing his phone and lying back down against the bed.
For some reason his email app is open, and a drafted email is waiting to be sent. It’s addressed to Jim Michaels, with the subject line “Get fuckd.”
In the body of the email is written, “I think I want to quit the show and open a food truck. I have a lot of great ideas for a food truck, and I’m writing up a menu right—”
Jensen deletes the drafted email and scrambles through his sent messages to make sure he didn’t actually email anyone. Thankfully, he didn’t.
He checks his text messages next and finds that the only person he texted yesterday was his wife. Thank fucking god.
I’m wearing the underwear you bought me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The pair I said I’d never wear in a million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m wearing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jensen’s eyes widen and his face heats up as he stares at his phone, the words blurring together. He tears the covers away from his lap and looks down at himself. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of peach-colored boxer briefs that are too big on him.
He can feel the weight of her stare on the back of his neck as he turns from the helm, her regard following him as his invisible companion as he moves to go below.
She’s been sitting at the bow since sunset, the sky spreading before her like a sea of stars, but her face has never turned towards them, nor has she looked down at the glittering carpet of the ocean below. Her attention has been fixed, wholly and completely, on him.
It makes him nervous in a way he hasn’t felt in centuries - her silent perusal combined with the thrill of his newly discovered feelings leaving him quite lightheaded.
He wants her to watch him, but more than that he wants her to want.
He slips a hand into his jacket pocket in search of his flask - anything to soothe his frayed nerves - but he comes up empty.
“Lost something?” she calls, holding his flask between finger and thumb, her lip curled sardonically. “You’re not the only pirate around here.”
“You need only have asked, Swan,” he says, shuffling over with hand outstretched. To his surprise she pulls the flask back, holding it close to her chest and watching him with hooded eyes.
“Is that true?” she asks, her voice low.
“Is what true, love?” he asks, snatching for the flask and scowling slightly as she refuses to hand it over.
I loved writing this one! I didn’t know what to title it though.
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“Do you think we should start getting back to the hotel?” Shawn asks y/n looking around the city nervously. He had forgotten where the hotel was and he was pretty sure that they where lost but y/n didn’t seem to mind one but. In fact Shawn wasn’t even sure if she had noticed just how far they had walked away from the hotel. She was beyond excited about visiting her boyfriend on tour for the first time and intended on making the best out of it, even if they had an early morning flight to somewhere else tomorrow. Nothing was going to ruin this moment for her.
“What time is it?” She finally looked up at him, the surrounding lights of the city square where nothing compared to the bright smile placed on y/n’s face. Shawn had to stop for a brief moment to properly let the imagine sink into his mind before he could respond.
He pulled out his phone checking the time before quickly turning his attention back to the beautiful girl before him that brought him so much happiness with the simplest things without even being aware of it.
“It’s still early, come on I want to see what’s going on over there” she turned back around gesturing to where a crowd of people where gathered along the promenade on the beach, lanterns illuminating the strip from the dark.
Eagerly y/n tugged on shawn’s hand pulling him along. He couldn’t remember the last time that he felt so content with someone doing something so simple. Was he falling in love with y/n? They had been dating for nearly six months and in that time span he found himself becoming more and more attached to her. His heart fluttered at the thought. He was beyond crazy about her from the times she’d sit up late at night and talk on the phone with him when he wasn’t feeling right to the effortless way she constantly made him feel so much lighter when she was around.
As they neared there destination they noticed that the hundreds of people gathering around where looking at the stalls that had been set up selling anything and everything.
Delighted y/n turned back to Shawn smiling wider, which Shawn wasn’t sure could have even been possible until now, giving a small jump of excitement that she wasn’t even aware she did before hurrying towards the busy crowds to see what goods where being sold.
As they entered the crowd there grips on each others hands got tighter and Shawn pulled y/n closer to him to give him a sense of security. Although they where lost in a foreign city he didn’t feel lost but he knew he suddenly would if he lost the girl before him.
Stalls where selling things from fudge to candles, drawings, t-shirts, jewellery, and mostly food. Y/n pointed out things that excited her but they didn’t have much of a chance to stop and look at them, the crowd pushing them along.
“Do you want anything?” Shawn bent down and asked y/n in her ear so he could be heated over the loud crowd. She looked up at him and shook her head no but Shawn new that she was lying. The two had only planned on going on a small walk after dinner they didn’t expect to end up God knows where so y/n had brought neither her phone nor her wallet with her.
After looking at all the stalls they, Shawn, decided on buying ice-cream and then walking along the beach. The further they walked the quieter it got. Neither had there shoes on allowing there feet to feel the sand and the water that would sometimes greet there feet.
“What’s wrong?” Shawn asked when y/n stopped walking. She was facing out at the sea but her attention was on the full moon above.
“I was wondering, do you think it’s the moon that makes the stars look beautiful at night or do you think it’s the stars that make the moon look beautiful at night?” She asked he eyebrows creasing together a little as she thought deeply.
Shawn had to contain himself not too laugh but he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face at the bizarre question his girlfriend had asked.
When y/n didn’t hear a respond she turned to make sure her boyfriend was still there however to her displeasure she only frowned more when she saw his reaction.
“I’m serious.” She groaned turning back to face the endless dark water stepping in a little deeper allowing the waves to crash against her bare legs.
“I think it’s both” she heard Shawn say causing her to turn back to him yet again. He stood there admiring everything about her from the way that her facial expression was blank showing her natural beauty as she waited for his response, to the that she stood there before him mid-calf in the water for no apparent reason. “ I think neither would look beautiful without each other, the compliment one another.” He added shoving his free hand in his pocket as he leaned back waiting for y/n’s response.
It seemed good enough for her, she nodded giving a small hum that could barley be heard over the crashing waves. The two stayed silent but not for long. A wide smile appeared on y/n’s face and as soon as the thought popped into her head she turned around and ran towards Shawn.
Grabbing onto his hand like an excited child, causing him to drop his shoes, she looked up at him smiling broadly and eyes gleaming.
“Let’s go for a swim!” Y/n exclaimed biting down on her bottom lip to try and contain her excitement.
It took a few moments for what y/n had said to register with Shawn, him being to distracted by how perfect she is.
“What? No!” He frowned while still smiling at her, slightly shocked by the spontaneous suggestion from his girlfriend. Is she serious, he wondered to himself in disbelief.
“What why?” Y/n wasn’t shocked by his response but she pressed along with the subject anyway.
“Because” Shawn laughed. He took his hand from y/n’s trio and scratched the back of his neck. “It’s night time” he shrugged not realising how pathetic his answer truly was until after he responded.
“So?” Y/n questioned confused.
“So we’ll get cold” Shawn shrugged hopelessly. Y/n rolled her eyes in response before growing her shoes onto the ground next to him.
“Fine grandpa I’ll just swim by myself, I don’t need you” y/n replied cheekily before taking of her shorts followed by her t-shirt leaving her in just her underwear and bra.
Shawn’s cheeks flushed as he watch his girlfriend and he couldn’t help but feel Ashamed for staring. Sure she was his girlfriend but that was the closest her had seen her to naked.
Without another word to Shawn y/n sprinted into the surprisingly warm water splashing around by herself and laughing at the insanity of what she was doing. Shawn watched her from the shore in disbelief. How could she be doing something like this? But there was nothing wrong with the situation, she wasn’t breaking any laws.
“Come on Shawn” she called out but Shawn shook his head.
“Please” she beefed laughing as she was tackled buy another wave. Shawn shook his head no again.
The joyful smile on y/n’s face fell slightly but she tried everything in her power not to let it show. Instead she dived under the water and when she resurfaced she faced her back to Shawn, looking out into the endless dark water.
Feeling bad for the fact that he ruined her happiness slightly Shawn couldn’t help but feel the need to fix his mistake. Unwillingly he dropped his shoes and slowly peeled his tee shirt from his body. Was he really doing this?
He felt beyond guilt of the fact that he had done something so small to ruin y/n’s small moment of excitement.
“Your fucking crazy” Shawn huffed to himself as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down leaving them in the messy pile of clothes that belonged to him and y/n.
Not thinking twice, Shawn scrunched his eyes shut and slowly walked into the water, the waves crashing against his toned chest reminding him of how crazy this truly was.
When he was finally at y/n every thought escaped his mind as he stared at her closely. The droplets of water on her bare skin, the moon dimly lighting up the dark giving him enough light to be able to make out his girlfriends gorgeous features.
Y/n still had her back to Shawn and wasn’t aware of the fact that he hat he had come into the water yet. Shawn’s eyes racked up and down the back of y/n’s body briefly before he stepped closer wrapping his arms around her bare shoulders pulling her back into his chest.
“You scared me” she laughed a little. Shawn ignored her before he picked her up causing her to scream and laugh out of shock.
“I’m going to make you pay for making me do this” y/n laughed harder and within seconds was flying briefly in the air before coming in contact with the water. She resurfaced still laughing but made her way up to her boyfriend wrapping her arms around his neck.
Shawn’s hands went to the back of y/n’s thighs picking her up and pulling her close to him. Y/n wrapped her legs around Shawn’s waist his hands resting in y/n’s but only to support her up.
She leaned in closer her hot breath fanning Shawn’s plump lips sending shivers down his spine. She took her time before connecting her lips with his. They moved slowly against one another taking there time to appreciate it.
Y/n pulled away now biting down on her bottom lip.
“I love you” she mumbled almost barley audible.
Shawn wasn’t sure if he had heard her correctly or whether he had imagined it. It took y/n even a few moments to processes what she had said as well. But when she did she smiled brightly still biting down on her lip and looking into Shawn’s warm caramel eyes.
“I love you” she repeated more surely and determined. Shawn opened his mouth ready to say something but y/n beat him too it. “Don’t say it back.” She warned causing Shawn to shut his mouth and tilt his head watching her confused. “I want you to truly mean it when you say it and just saying it after I said it won’t make it special, but I just want you to know that I love you, I really do.” She smiled slightly at the end causing Shawn to him in response.
He knew what y/n meant, he believed it as well that the first I love you should be special and if that’s what she wanted he would wait.
This time Shawn leaned in connecting there lips kissing her with all his might. He wanted her to know the effect she had on him and if he couldn’t use his words he would show her.
I’m really proud of this one and guess what GIRLS CAN SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ FIRST!!!!! It doesn’t always have to be the guy you know.
You found me in the darkened alley of my brain.
Your grabbed my arm with you sharp diamond hands and told me everything was going to be alright.
While looking into the sea blue of your eyes I believed you.
Seeing heaven and the will to live, I believed you.
You made flowers appear in thin air and you know happiness is a field of daisies.
Thank you for seeing the beauty of my dark hair and olive skin.
Thank you for bringing light to me with your freckled face and endless curls.
Now I can do the same for you.
Show you that love is not something that comes easily or when you expect it.
But when it’s right.
And that was the night you found me in the darkened alley of my brain.
It’s nearly 3 am and their bodies are spent, but their minds are buzzing.
Alex is holding her – of course Alex is holding her – and she’s tracing patterns onto Maggie’s skin with her fingertips, the way she knows Maggie loves, the way she knows makes Maggie feel safe.
The silence between them feels good; the silence between them feels comfortable; the silence between them feels like intimacy, because that’s exactly what it is.
When Alex had made love to her – hours and hours spent worshiping every part of her body, every piece of her soul – it was nothing Maggie had expected, but everything she’d needed.
She’d expected to apologize and make the night about Alex, and that would have been perfectly fine with her. Alex did deserve all the fuss.
But Alex had refused, because Alex had heard her – truly heard her – so the night had been Maggie’s.
And Maggie doesn’t know what to say, not yet, because she’s never been cared for like this before.
But she smiles when Alex asks, because of course Alex asks, because Alex is perfect and Alex wants to know her more, wants to learn her better.
“Do you want to tell me more?” she whispers as she traces words of love in Russian onto Maggie’s torso with her fingertips. “About what happened?”
Maggie shifts back closer into Alex’s naked, warm body, and smiles with her eyes closed as Alex kisses the back of her neck.
“I think she knew. My aunt. Before I even showed up at her doorstep. My mom’s sister. I don’t know if my mom had called her or what, but she didn’t seem surprised, anyway. I don’t know. I never asked. I just kind of wanted to forget about it. I showed up with a duffle bag and nothing else and she just took me inside and held me and made me eat something.”
Maggie chuckles, and Alex kisses the nape of her neck again. “She’s always making me eat something. She didn’t ask any questions, and I didn’t tell her anything, except a bunch of jumbled up crying stuff about my dad hating me and saying he never wanted to see me again and calling me filthy and a disappointment and selfish and an ingrate and mentally messed up.”
She feels Alex’s bicep tightening under her head, and somehow Alex’s rage makes her feel safer, makes her feel more loved, makes her feel braver.
“It took me like a month to finally tell her the whole thing. I’d come home with black eyes from school and all these bruised ribs and stuff, and she’d just patch me back up and feed me and kiss me and let me sleep in her bed when I would wake up screaming, but she didn’t force me to talk. But when I did, I was so scared, Al. Scared that maybe if she knew the whole thing, she’d react the same as my dad, and then I’d really have nowhere to go. But it was destroying me, inside, you know, and I just had to… and it paid off. She didn’t treat me any different, she didn’t even seem all that surprised.”
Maggie chuckles again and turns slightly so she can see some of Alex’s face, then decides she wants to see all of her, so she shifts completely in her arms so they’re facing each other.
“Turns out she wasn’t surprised, she’d figured since I was a little kid. I mean.” Her eyes darken. “I was a little kid. But you know. Littler. And I saw my dad in town a few days later – he ignored me, of course, always did after that, pretended I didn’t… anyway – and he was sporting a black eye, and I’m pretty sure it was her that did it. Wasn’t until years later that she told me she’s bi, that she told me her parents had never minded, not that much anyway, and she’d begged my mom not to marry my dad because of how… because of what an ass he is, but my mom was young and in love and all that whatever stuff. Anyway.”
Maggie looks up into Alex’s eyes and holds them for a long moment with her own. “Am I talking too much?”
Alex smiles and kisses her nose and shakes her head. “You’re not talking nearly enough.”
Maggie mirrors her expression and snuggles close into her chest.
“You know I went to college a year early? We had a nice life together, my aunt and me – we’d go on road trips and she took me hiking and camping and I saw the ocean for the first time with her, and she taught me to cook and she took me to my first gay bar and all that – but the town, I couldn’t… I did everything I could to get out, as fast as I could. And I did.”
She looks back up at Alex. “Which works perfectly, really, because if the timing had been any different, I may not have been promoted when I was, and I may not have met you.”
Alex beams softly. “I can’t imagine my life if I hadn’t met you, Mags.”
“Same, Danvers. Same.”
Maggie stifles a yawn, then, and Alex studies her face with endless fascination, with endless love.
“Sleep, princess. I’ve got you.”
Maggie blinks, suddenly scared, suddenly somber.
Alex kisses first one eye, then the other, then traces every inch of Maggie’s face with soft lips and warm breath.
“Always,” she whispers, and Maggie falls asleep wrapped in Alex’s arms, a small, safe, home smile on her lips.
Heyy friends, this is my first time publishing angst haha so I hope I did it right?? Honestly I would adore feedback because I don’t really know if I did ok and what I could improve on :) I also tried a kinda new writing style so let’s see how that worked out.
Anyway the fic was based off two prompts I got, which I kind of blended so I’m really sorry if that’s not what you guys wanted. One prompts was for angsty analogical and one-sided Prinxiety, sent in by @give-me-a-minute-to-think, and the other was for angsty Logicality, sent in by an anon. Also this took me wayyy too long to write so I apologise for that.
Warnings: There’s a little bit of swearing. Lots of crying, and a panic attack.
It had been inevitable. It had been slowly ending from the moment it begun. It was destined to die, and it was destined to hurt, and nothing they could do would stop it. It was cruel and they tried so hard, but it was impossible.
Patton should have known that he and Logan wouldn’t work out.