Imagine Jensen being a nervous goofball at your wedding rehearsal.
Characters: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, mild wedding angst
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic FIFTEEN. The line requested was, The line “Do I really say awesome a lot?” was requested by @iwrotemyownending . It will be highlighted in the fic. I combined it with a gif I just fell in love with. Hope you enjoy it! It kind of came out of NOWHERE. It’s a little cliche, but I love it. Thanks for celebrating with me!
You’re pacing frantically in front of the Austin Fire Station, doing your god damn best to not hyperventilate. The fact that you even made it here is a fucking miracle. You literally sat in your driveway for a good hour, stupidly turning the ignition on and off in your car.
Considering the predicament you’re in, you appear to be quite pulled together. You’re even donning clean clothes and light makeup, a vast improvement over the last few days.
So now here you are at your friend Jensen’s place of employment, meeting him to spill the news that has you in such a tizzy.
“Hey, hun.” Jensen somehow appears out of fucking nowhere, the sound of his simple greeting startling you.
“Jensen and Misha met at a party when they were both 18. They were a natural fit and very soon realized that what they had went far beyond friendship. But one day Misha takes off with no explanation, and Jensen doesn’t get any more information from Misha’s father, other than Misha has left.
Ten years later, they meet again. Misha tries to obtain classified information from a closed military base, where Jensen now serves. After detaining and questioning his former love, Jensen releases him. But soon after, Jensen learns of an incident in the news, leading him to believe Misha was a spy and killed in an explosion.
Will fate give them a second chance?“