Can it be a Jensen and reader and it have angst but then fluff at the end. Maybe the get in a fight. I'm not sure lol
It’s not quite as angsty as I was trying for. It’s actually a bit silly. But, it happened, so here it is. Haha.
Glass shattered in the kitchen, causing you to jump straight out of bed. “Jensen!” you called as you came sprinting down the hall. “Jensen what ha—“
“Babe, I’m sorry.” Jensen’s eyes were wide as he stared down at the light blue porcelain that littered the floor. His shoulders were almost aligned with his ears as his body tensed. “I’m so sorry.”
Your entire body shook as you stared down at the broken mug. “Oh my god,” you whispered as you slowly approached the scattered pieces. “That—“
“I know, baby. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. My hand just slipped.” Jensen lowered his gaze, knowing that no matter how much he apologized, he was in for it.
“Jen, that mug was special to me! I told you that it was off limits!” Tears fell from your face as you stared down at the mug your brother had given you three days before his accident. It was the last time you saw him. “My brother isn’t alive anymore. It’s not like he can just give me another one! We have like, fifteen other mugs! What about those fancy white ones your aunt gave us for our wedding? They’re still in the freaking box!” Your fingers curled into a fist as you glared back at him. “But no, you had to use mine and break it!”
Jensen turned from you, shuffling over to the doorway. His entire body recoiled as he passed by you, not making eye contact. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I have to go. I have a few scenes today. I’ll be back tonight.” And, with that, Jensen headed for the front door.
It was almost ten when you heard the front door open from your bedroom. The apartment the two of you shared during filming season was small, and the walls were paper thin. You lifted yourself from your pillow as you headed for the hall.
Jensen stood in front of the open refrigerator door, scanning the shelves for his next meal. He turned to you as your footsteps pattered against the linoleum. “Hey,” he mumbled, studying you.
“Jensen, I’m sorry about—“
“Don’t worry about it. Hey, I have something for you.” He closed the fridge door, moving over to the bag on the kitchen table. “I actually ordered these a few months ago, when we came home from our honeymoon. But, never got around to picking it up.” You raised an eyebrow as you watched your husband pull out a medium sized box and slide it towards you. “Go ahead, open it.”
Your fingers slipped under the lip of the box, slowly prying it open. A gasp left your lips as you studied the two matching mugs you held, one in each hand. Mrs. Ackles. You smiled as you read the white and gold mug in your right hand before shifting your gaze to the one on your left. Mr. Ackles.
“They’re perfect,” you breathed as you smiled up at Jensen.
“I know it won’t replace the one your brother gave you, but it has some meaning.” Jensen ran his hand down your arm.
“They mean a lot. After all, you are my husband.” You leaned up, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Jay. I’m sorry about this morning.”
“Me too, darlin’.” Jensen gently lifted the mugs from your hands. “I won’t drop them, I promise.” You chuckled as you watched him lift them onto the shelf beside the others. It took you a while for it to settle in, but the new gift would make a great reminder of your new life as Mrs. Ackles.