A/N: Written for @impalaimagining ‘s Dean’s Birthday Challenge. The song I chose was Tennessee Whiskey.
A/N #2: This is technically part of the Daddy’s Little Lovebug series before JoJo was born. I know some of you wanted at least a glimpse of Dean and the reader’s relationship before JoJo. It could also be read as a standalone.
around a table in a bar celebrating Dean’s birthday with Dean, Sam, Eileen, Cas,
and Mary was not something you would have foreseen years ago. The fact that
Dean wanted to celebrate his own birthday was amazing in itself. The fact that
you could celebrate it without the threat of demons or some other big bad
showing up to ruin it was a miracle, but that was life now. Dean had no Mark,
you weren’t constantly being threatened, everything was as close to perfect as
it could possibly get.
you want another soda?” Mary questioned. “More pie?”
Thank you.” You smiled back at her as Dean grabbed your hand and squeezed.
“God, I could use a beer though.”
for you.” Dean chuckled, rubbing his hand over your pregnant belly. “Not while
our little peanut is in there.” You pouted a little while Dean kept laughing
when suddenly Sam’s arm was in front of you, putting a glass bottle on the
that’s just cruel.” Mary chastised.
non-alcoholic.” Sam smirked. “Wouldn’t want you to feel left out.”
prompt #43 and #73: “i told you not to fall in love with me” “we’re not just friends and you know it”
a/n: i’m not sure where i was going with the ending but hey i got requests done and another lin fic out so that’s good news. but wow all the support i’ve been receiving lately is truly insane. thank you so so much to anyone who liked and reblogged or followed me because of my lin imagine. if you have any requests for imagines, i’m completely open at the moment and my prompt list is in my bio :))
Being best friends with Lin Manuel Miranda was almost like standing too close to the sun.
You knew you were burning and everyone had their eyes on you, questioning every movement that you made, but you continued to enjoy the warmth and new endeavors that it brought upon you.
You knew Lin from a young age, and the two of you grew up side by side, never straying once from the other. You were attached by the hip, and absolutely nothing, not even his intense work ethic he pressured upon himself, could break that.
That was until Hamilton became a thing in your lives.
“I want you to be my Eliza Schuyler.” Lin proposed, finally confessing the one thing he had planned on telling you all day. He could barely contain it any longer, and when he walked into your shared apartment to witness you belting out one of your favorite show tunes with such passion and joy, he knew he had to ask you.
“Me? You want me to play Eliza?” You asked, your mind swimming with questions as the boy nodded intently, jetting to his bedroom leaving you standing in the middle of your living room speechless.
You had no experience in live theater and never allowed the idea of an opportunity of starring on Broadway cross your mind. You always let the outspoken and prosperous man bask in the limelight he truly deserved while you went through your life supporting him the best you of your abilities. It wasn’t that you felt you needed to be submissive and quiet, you just felt that you really didn’t have any reasons as to why anyone should praise you in the first place.
Yes, you were young and the best friend of Lin Manuel Miranda, but you paid for your subway ticket like everyone else and put on your pants one leg after the other just like the next person.
You always assumed Lin would cast actors and actresses with years of experience in theater.
Even as the person he went to for everything, you never considered him asking you to perform in the show he’s conferred with you about for so many years. He came to you for ideas or opinions about the show and assisted him in recording demos of the songs that would soon form the show he’s worked so hard on. You helped him throughout his writing process so often that you practically knew Alexander Hamilton as well as Lin himself.
The brunette came speeding back into the room, one of his extremely worn notebooks clutched in his hand and the look of a child in the morning of Christmas Day held captive in his eyes as he looked at you.
You knew you wouldn’t be able to say no to him, especially if he was this committed to the idea of you being one of the main characters you’ve heard so much about from his endless late night rambles or spontaneous phone calls about lyrics he came up with for a song he was working on.
“Just try and follow me.” Lin mumbled, sitting down on your couch as he aggressively flipped through his notebook, scourging through the pages completely layered with his messy handwriting, sticky notes, and highlighted phrases.
Even though you knew every little thing about Lin, you still looked at the man in such awe. He was an absolute genius, and there was never a moment you would doubt there was nothing his mind couldn’t do or complete. And looking at one of the notebooks that contained his greatest creation, Lin was able to rendered you speechless just from a look of his work in progress.
Lin continued to flip through his well used notebook, letting out a jagged breath as he stumbled upon the page he was looking for, the phrase ‘That Would Be Enough’ scribbled at the top of the page.
The man chuckled, smiled down at the page as he once again shot up from his seat, rushing to grab a discarded keyboard that was placed on your breakfast bar besides another open notebook.
“Okay, you ready?” Lin asked, turning his head to see you standing there teetering back and forth on your toes, arms crossed loosely across your chest as you stood there defensively.
“Lin, I don’t know about this-”
“Y/N, you’d be a perfect Eliza! You’d be perfect playing my wife.” Lin joked as you choked a bit, completely forgetting about that minor detail. “Just try not to fall in love with me if you do choose to accept the role, 'kay?”
You rolled your eyes at the boy making him smile that oh so lovely smile of his.
You took a seat beside him, letting the defensive barrier you once built at the mention of accepting such a large and important role within the musical that Lin spent so long working on break down slowly
Lin was your best friend, and if he felt you would be perfect for the role, you couldn’t let him down. He knew what kind of actress he was looking for, and if he thought it was you then you couldn’t disappoint him now.
“Okay,” You breathed out as the man squealed, wrapping you in a tight hug as a chorus of thank yous left his lips.
“Alright, alright, calm down. You’re going to have to take your own advice if you don’t settle down soon.” You teased Lin as he shoved you playfully, the two of you laughing as he began to play the simple chords.
On the inside, your stomach was turning and your heart was racing wildly as you began to reconsider the commitment you were taking, but seeing the happiness that graced your best friend’s face as he rehearsed one of the most important and intimidate songs your characters would share, you knew you wouldn’t be able to back out of it now.
You decided to take a stand against your ever racing heart, ignoring the voice spewing concerns and problems that could occur at seizing your opportunity and replacing it with the intuitive voice of the man you grew up beside.
It’s been a little over a year since Lin had confronted you about playing Eliza Schuyler in his his play.
After rigorous practices and get togethers involving your cast, all doubt that once consumed you and kept you up late practicing your songs till your voice gave out disappeared within the week of demanding practices and meeting your fellow ever so talented cast members began.
Instead, your anxiety was now replaced with feelings that you truly couldn’t fathom or comprehend.
And those feelings lead back to your newly found fondness for your very own best friend, Lin Manuel Miranda.
You knew Lin all your life. You dated guys and you witnessed him dating his fair share of girls. Not once did you feel even the smallest amount of jealousy, but suddenly his small touches that caressed your skin and smiles directed your way made your head spin, and the scene he performed where Jazzy and him shared a kiss made your blood boil.
You didn’t know why you were suddenly falling for the boy, but working with him so exclusively in an environment he was so passionate and open about made you look at him in a much different light.
Your cast members always commenting on the looks and touches exchanged during scenes with you and Lin didn’t help your case either.
Lin was oblivious to the loving looks you gave him and the endless compliments you constantly showered upon him. Your cast mates claimed you were just as oblivious as the man, but you stood by your ground that Lin would never fall for you.
“Just try not to fall in love with me.” His words were engraved in your head, repeating like a broken record player as you added the last touches of your make up, looking at yourself in the brightly light mirror
There you stood alone in the dressing room you shared with Renee and Jasmine, observing yourself intently.
You currently had on the dress required for the opening song for the play, your hair straight and smooth falling down your back. Your make up was done heavier then usual due to the fact your features had to stand out more because the bright lights showered on the stage easily washed you out. You looked elegant and graceful nonetheless, the look of intelligence and poise upon you.
“My wife!” You heard Lin exclaim from the doorway of the dressing room, his sudden appearance making you jump as you snapped your head to see the man who managed to steal your heart donning his colonial clothing.
You never understood how he, or everyone in the show for that matter, were able to pull off the colonial fashion so well. Lin seemed to take the style and make it his own, just as he did with most things.
You stood there gawking at the boy, not aware of your sudden staring as your best friend smiled, laughing a bit at your dumbfounded stare.
“Y/N, save that for the stage.” Lin joked, snapping you out of your trance making you jump a bit, a hesitant smiling appearing upon your face as you realized you inappropriate staring.
“Sorry, sorry, just a bit nervous. It’s our first show after all.” You confessed, sheepishly down at your hands, fiddling with your thumbs a bit.
“Hey, hey look at me.“ Lin said softly, walking over towards you and gently lifting your chin to look him in the eye, "You are beautiful and talented and the audience is not ready for Y/N Y/L/N, my absolutely wonderful best friend, to show them her skills.”
“No Y/N, you need to know how grateful I am that you even committed to the show and what an amazing job I know you’ll do out there tonight.”
“No, really Lin, I’m going to cry and I’m not able to redo my make up, I got my five minute call a few moments ago.” You explained, laughing a bit as you fanned your face a bit, trying to rid of the tears that had formed in your eyes.
He will never know how much those words meant to you.
“Break a leg, I’ll be right there with you.” Lin whispered, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead before sending you a caring smile and walking out of your dressing room.
You stood there for a bit, immobile at the realization that you were going to be performing as your best friend’s, the man you had fallen for’s, love interest in front of tons and tons of people.
“You can do this,” You reassured yourself as you made your way backstage, “You can do this.”
“In New York you can be a new man, in New York you can be a new man.” The ensemble harmonized as you slowly walked towards Lin as the choreography demanded.
You were so close to him now, your faces only inches apart as your best friend smiled down at you adoringly, his face full of joy as he brought a hand up to your cheek, slowly caressing as he tried to reassure you that you were doing alright despite the change of choreography he had just made.
“Helpless.” You sang, truly feeling the song as the final note of the song hit, you and Lin leaning in to close the space between the two of you.
Time seemed to stop at that moment, the cast members surrounding you and the eyes of the crowd watching you and Lin, drifting away as you kissed Lin, your lungs screaming for air as you stood clutching onto the boy, trying to reciprocate all of the feelings you have been hiding into the connecting of your lips.
“Alright, alright, that’s what I’m talking about!” Ant’s voice suddenly interrupted your moment, you and Lin realizing that your kiss was much longer then it should have been.
Blush crept onto your cheeks as you saw Renee smirk your way, nodding in the direction of Lin who was placed in the correct spot that you and him were supposed to be standing.
He gave you a bright smile, a fire in his eyes you didn’t recognize before. It made the fireworks in your stomach explode, just like the feeling you received when kissing him.
You continued to perform Satisfied, focusing more on each movement you made and each line you spoke as you tried your best not to become distracted like you foolishly did before. As hard as you tried to push away the kiss you and Lin shared during Helpless, there was still something you couldn’t shake. From all the times you had kissed him during rehearsals, nothing compared to the way Lin had kissed you so longingly and the way you seemed to grip onto him as though he was going to slip through your fingers and disappear before your eyes wouldn’t escape your mind.
The rest of Act 1 was a blur of emotions for you.
When That Would Be Enough approached, you felt nearly emotionless due to your overthinking, but when you stepped onto the stage with Lin, all the numbness washed away from you completely.
There you were, just you and Lin, singing the song he had made you rehearse with him the first time he approached you about his request of you playing the role of Eliza.
“Look at where we are, look at where we started. The fact that you’re alive is a miracle. Just stay alive, that would be enough.” You sang, tears pricking your eyes as you sat beside Lin on the bench, embracing him as he leaned into your arms, your heart threatening to leap from your chest at the position the two of you were in at the moment.
The rest of the song was clouded by the one thing that Lin had warned you before you accepted the role.
“Just try not to fall in love with me.” You knew at the time that his words were said frivolously andin a joking a matter, but they continued to haunt you as you sang the song directly to him, trying to expose as many emotions as you possibly could to Lin who was so committed to staying in character.
You weren’t supposed to fall for him. He was your best friend, the person you trusted the most in the whole world. You could never fall for your best friend. You could never call him yours in the way you wanted.
“And I could be enough,” You sang, a tear rolling down your cheek as you realized that you were finally letting out of your one sided feelings at the moment.
“And we could be enough,” You continued, your voice hesitant as you took his hand in yours, your hand shaking ever so slightly as he squeezed your hand clasped tightly in his reassuringly.
“And that would be enough.“ You finished, the final notes of the song playing as you pressed a kiss to his forehead as he did to you before the show, closing your eyes as you tried to let your remorse flood away.
The cloud of feelings hovering above your head stayed with you as you quickly exited the stage as the intro to Guns and Ships boomed from the stage loudly.
You began to quickly walk back to your dressing room, attempting to avoid eye contact with any of the cast members or stagehands you passed on your short trip there.
"Hey!” Lin called out to you, a hand suddenly grasping your arm making you gasp.
“It’s only me, you’re okay, don’t panic.”
“No Lin, no I’m not okay.” You whispered, your voice shaking as you tried to cower away from Lin’s intense eyes baring into you, threatening to pour your feelings for him right then and there.
Lin didn’t know how to react. He hated seeing you in pain and knowing he was probably the cause of your sadness made him break even worse.
He pulled you into his arms, your own arms snaking around his waist as he embraced you, whispering sweet reassurances into your hair and pressing a kiss to the top of your head after each phrase.
“I’m okay now, you should be getting back on stage now.” You sniffled, quickly escaping out of his hold on you and wiping away the tears that remained upon your cheeks.
“Did you feel something?” Lin asked abruptly, his eyes set on you as you felt your heart leap, hoping he was referring to what you were thinking about as well.
“I’m not sure what-”
“The kiss. Y/N, our kiss is not that long and has never been that long. You felt something, didn’t you?” Lin asked desperately, taking his hands in yours as he anxiously awaited for your response.
“And if I did?” You finally replied, your voice barely a whisper as you could see the walls of your friendship crumbling down before your very eyes.
You begrudgingly looked up to see Lin’s eyes softening, all concern and desperation flooding his eyes as you stared back at him, trying to solve the puzzle that was your best friend’s emotions you were never able to pinpoint nowadays.
“Do you remember what I told you when I first rehearsed That Would Be Enough with you?” Lin asked, a smile creeping on both of your faces as you recalled that night; the cups of coffee the two of you downed in an attempt to stay awake and perfect the song, the back story of Eliza Schuyler he rambled on and on about to try and educate you better on her story, and how you ended up falling asleep on the couch side by side that night, sheet music scattered all around and a blanket lazily draped over the two of you.
“Of course I do.“
"I told you to not fall in love with me, but dammit Y/N, we’re not just friends and you know it.” Lin insisted, his words making your jaw drop.
“We-we’re not?” You stuttered out as Lin laughed, looking up at the ceiling and peering down at you with such a lighthearted gaze.
“Y/N, I adore you. And I hope you adore me too, and gosh, we’re young and we’re best friends and we play love interests in a play I wrote about one of our founding fathers, this is all so crazy!” Lin exclaimed, his words coming out fast yet diligent as though he had planned what he was going to say.
“Lin, you’re on soon.” One of the stagehands came around the corner to where you and Lin were talking as Lin greatly smiled at the man and thanked him.
“Lin, what in the world are you talking about?” You asked, a smile making its way onto your own face as you realized there really might be a chance with the man you really felt helpless near.
“Y/N, you’re beautiful and talented and amazing and understanding and compassionate and just so so brilliant. And I know I remind you every day of those things, and that I’m standing here confessing my feelings as though I’m a smitten teenager attempting to win over a girl.” Lin continued, making the two of you laugh.
“But you and I? We can be enough. We are enough. And I knew that the night I warned you not to fall for me, and I’m a bit of a hypocrite, and I’m supposed to be backstage at this very moment and may miss my cue to my own show on opening night, but dammit we’re enough. And you see it, everyone sees it. I don’t want- no need- anyone else but you.”
You stood there speechless, time stopping once again as you let his words settle in.
The man that had consumed your thoughts and pulled you into a position you never thought you would ever be in, the man who was your best friend, the man you thought the world of was standing there in front of you telling you that being together was worth it.
“Yes?” He asked, that smile that makes you melt appearing on his face as quick as a flash making you giggle.
“We are enough.” You whispered as he pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips upon yours in the most passionate kiss the two of you ever shared.
“Lin, stage, now!” You heard someone demand making the two of you leap apart, smiling like fools.
“I have to go.”
Lin began to run towards the stairs to the backstage, turning to blow a kiss in your direction, running on stage a second before he was supposed to be on.
You watched him from the wings of the stage, beaming at him as though he were the best thing to ever grace your life.
And if you wanted to be truthful, he really was.
Lin looked at you off stage, giving you a small wink making you smile wildly.
“And we could be enough.” You thought to yourself as you watched Lin from the side of the stage, feeling just as helpless as the song entailed.
**I got a request from a wonderful anon for a song fic, so here goes! Anon, I hope I did that song justice - I had never heard it before and it was beautiful!
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Summary: Song: Surrender by Natalie Taylor. You tell Sam you’re better off apart. Then you realize you may need Sam more than you thought.
Word Count: ~1,100
Warnings: Angst, a little violence, and a lot of fluff!
A/N: God, this made me want to go hug someone and tell them it will all be okay As always, my ask is open for requests, to be added to tags, thoughts, feedback, or if you just want to say hi :). I love love, so send some!
“It’s okay, y/n. Just say it, I promise I won’t get upset.” Your sweet boyfriend encouraged you. Your throat tightened in a giant knot. His support was just making this harder to deal with.
You took a deep breath and prepared to deliver the fear that had been bubbling just below your surface for weeks now. You needed to tell him the truth. You owed it to him. “Sam,” you began, gently placing a tender hand on his large forearm. “I don’t think we can be together anymore.”
You choked back a sob as you watched your boyfriend crumble before you. The look of surprise in his eyes was so piercing that you had to turn away.
“I just think that-,” you went on, “I - I think I’m a danger to you. You worry about me too much, and you blame yourself for everything that happens to me, and I can’t carry that cross anymore Sam. I love how much you care, but I can’t date a martyr.” You watched as his eyes grew rounder, brimming with tears. He was silent, gathering his thoughts.
His voice came out a little more than a whisper. “But I need you, y/n.” You bit your lip harder, tears breaking through your barrier, and rolling down your cheeks. “Please,” his voice broke. “Please.”
I’m so sorry, it was going to be a single picture and then I got carried away and now I’m crying I don’t even know what’s happening here
In case you can’t read the words:
John, seeing Alex: f*ck
Laf also seeing Alex: Oh, he’s cute
John: I know right?!
Laf: dude get his attention so we can flirt
John: Okay. *walks over to Alex telling himself, ‘be cool John be casual’
John, next to Alex: *deep breath* YO YO YO
Summary: You had
just graduated with a degree in English and thanks to some writing competitions
you had gotten noticed and offered the job of a life time right out of school.
This job was your dream job, you were going to be a writer for the tv show
Supernatural, your favorite tv show. The whole cast and crew are very welcoming
and kind and you find yourself making some of the best friendships,
specifically with the green eyed actor that plays Dean.
Ackles x Reader
language, eventual smut in future parts
A/N: Thank you
everyone for being so patient with me, I had a rough week and then I got sick
so I just haven’t been able to write as much this past week. Hopefully this
week will be better and I can get back to getting you updates every other
You, Caroline, and Maddie were all in your apartment
laughing and catching up.
“Y/N we brought you your favorite” Maddie smirked pulling a
bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey from her bag and you squealed
“Ahhh oh my god yes!! Guys we have to drink it” the three of
you got more than a little tipsy by the time Jared, Jensen, Gen, and Misha got
to the apartment. They knocked on the door and Maddie, who had had the least to
drink answered the door. You were sprawled out on the couch when your eyes lit
up at the sight of Jensen, “ JENSENNNNN!!!” you yelled trying to get off the
couch but tripping with the bottle of
Jack still in your grip.
“Whoa baby girl you ok there?” Jensen asked laughing as he
helped you up from the floor.
“I am more than ok, especially now that you’re here” you
giggled out and wrapped your arms tightly around Jensen
“Y/N, might be a little drunk, we got her a bottle of her
favorite whiskey and well she’s drank most of it” Maddie explained as Jared,
Gen, and Misha took a seat on the couch and you crawled into Jensen’s lap as he
sat on the love seat.
“I am perfectly fineee” you said taking another swig and
then offering the bottle to Jensen who smiled and took a drink.
You all sat there chatting and laughing and drinking
together. It was one of the most fun nights you’d had in a long time. Everyone
was getting a kick out of how silly and honest you were while drunk. Jensen was
really enjoying how all over him you were, while he knew the two of you were
going to keep whatever was going on a secret for a while, he had been dreading
being in the same room as you and not being able to touch you, but drunk you
planted yourself in his lap and would not move. You would hug him and place
your hands on his face or just sprawl out on his lap and he was loving it.
“Y/N you are basically a five year old child while drunk”
Jared laughed as he took another shot. You stuck your tongue out at him and
took another sip of your drink pulling your legs up and wrapping your arm
around Jensen. He smiled down at you and wrapped his arms around you.
“You just prove my point by having Jensen practically cradle
you like a baby” Jared said laughing even more. You didn’t even bother to look
up at Jared you simply just flipped him off pulling a laugh from everyone.
While everyone else was deep into a conversation Jensen bent
his head down to whisper in your ear, “You know you’re not very good at
pretending we’re not together”
You looked up at him
and placed your hand on his cheek and whispered back, “Jensen youu have
suchhhhh pretty eyes” you slurred out pulling another chuckle from Jensen and
his grip on your tightened, you just were so dang cute he never wanted to let
“Is that so sweetheart?” you nodded. Jensen remembered what
your friends had said earlier about you being completely honest when you drank
whiskey and he decided to take advantage of that situation, “ Y/N what else do
you like about me? And make sure you whisper it so it stays a secret”.
He smirked and you
nodded pulling his ear down to your mouth so you could whisper better, “I
really like your face, it’s a very nice face, especially when you haven’t
shaved for a couple of days… mmm I’d like it if you grew it out a little and
then went down on me I bet that scruff would feel nice down there” you said
Jensen chuckled, “Mmm
I will remember that sweetheart” he could feel his cheeks getting hot but
wanted to hear what else you had to say so he let you keep talking.
“You also have a fantasticcccc ass, you have no idea how
many times I’ve wanted to reach out and squeeze it but today I got to so I am
happy now” Jensen chuckled at your expression you had the biggest smile on your
face as you said that, “I also love your back, it’s so strong and I love the
way the muscles look in your t-shirts… mmm I really love your arms too” you
said tracing circles on his bicep, “you have very nice muscle-y arms, I love
the way they feel holding me, especially today” you giggled. “But I think my
favorite things about you are your hands” Jensen raised an eyebrow at you and
you giggled lacing your fingers through his and then leaned up a little more to
whisper in his ear, wanting to make double sure that no one heard you, “you
have such strong hands, I think my favorite thing in the world from now on is
going to be the way your hands grip my ass, mmm or the way your thick fingers
feel inside me… I also would love to feel those strong hands spank me, I think
that would be my favorite…” you blushed as you realized what you said and
looked into Jensen’s eyes and you could tell by the lust filled way he looked
at you he was getting turned on.
“I can most definitely fulfill that fantasy baby girl… what
else have you fantasized about me that we didn’t try today?” his voice was low
and gravely and it sobered you right up as you felt heat pooling at your
center. You looked over to your friends to see them all still immersed in their
conversations so you decided to continue sitting up a little to get better
access to Jensen’s ear, “ another part of you that I like is your thighs,
they’re so thick and strong and look so damn good in jeans… I’ve fantasized
about riding your thigh, both bare and in your jeans…” your eyes met Jensen’s
and you could tell it was all he could do to not take you right there, it made
your stomach flutter to see that look in his eyes, you’d waited so long to see
him look at you like that.
“Sweetheart you are so sexy I would love nothing more than
to see you come undone on my thigh, that sounds like the biggest turn on” his
grip traveled down to your hip and his grip tightened reminding you of how he’d
gripped you earlier, “What else do you fantasize about?” you loved how excited
he was getting by your fantasies.
“ I think I would really like you to tie me up some time…” you
bite your lip waiting to see his response. Jensen closed his eyes and groaned
laying his forehead down on your shoulder for a few seconds and you giggled. He
then looked back up at you and smirked whispering in your ear, “You’re a dirty
little girl aren’t you?” and you nodded causing Jensen to hug you even tighter
and as you were about to speak again you were interrupted.
“What are you two talking about over there?” Gen asked
pulling you and Jensen out of your conversation. She looked at you with knowing
eyes and you could feel yourself blushing as you tried to come up with an
“Just about how when we get our month break from filming Y/N
is going to come stay with me” you looked around to him with questioning eyes
and he smiled at you, “she’s never been to Texas before and I hate the thought
of our girl being up here by herself for a month” Jensen explained like it was
no big deal.
Gen smiled at the two of you taking a swig of her beer.
“That’s a great idea! Me and Gen will have to come hang out with you two for a
weekend since we’ll be in Texas too. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that
you’d be up here alone I’m glad Jensen planned ahead” Jared said excitedly and
then they all restarted their original conversation leaving you to talk to
You looked back at him with questioning eyes and he simply
just shrugged taking a sip of the whiskey from the bottle.
“Are you being serious Jensen? I don’t want you to feel
obligated to take me…” you looked at him wide eyed and nervous.
“Of course I’m serious, and I was planning on asking you to
come down with me anyways even before we slept together. I hate the idea of my
best friend being up here in the cold with none of her friends for a month. You
were coming with me regardless of whether I made a move or not finally.” He
smirked at you and you saw the hunger return to his eyes, “besides now I have
an even better reason to take you with me, now I will get you all to myself in
my house for a while month, we can try out all of our fantasies without being interrupted…”
his voice sent a shiver down your spine and you felt so excited for the
next month, “and it’s the perfect
opportunity for us to you know be all couple-y away from everyone, so that we
can really focus on what is going on between us” he smiled sweetly at you and
it was all you could do to not grab his face and kiss him right there.
You smiled at him, “That sounds perfect, I can’t wait Jensen”.