Imagine Jensen flirting and giving you his number while you take pictures of him during an event.
“Mr Ackles! Mr Ackles right here! Here!”
“Jensen! Jensen here!”
“Mr Padalecki please here!”
“Jensen can you look here? Please!”
“Mr Padalecki, here here!”
You could almost feel dizzy at times like this, with everybody shouting around you, pushing and pulling to get a good picture of whatever celebrity it was that was walking in front of you at the moment. But it was your job. The flashes, screams and shouts, some hits here and there were all part of your job and you loved it to pieces. You were a photographer, one unlike any other though. Apart from the photoshoots you did for the numerous magazines you worked in you loved stepping outside your comfort zone and taking pictures of celebrities in whatever event it was yourself. Most of your bosses were skeptical about it at first but once you actually showed them the photos you’d take they would immediately let you do your thing. So you could say you did some of the reporter part as well.
You chuckled at everybody’s enthusiasm and continued with taking your photos, not really caring if they’d look directly at the camera. You’d taken some of the best photos in your life when they wouldn’t look in the camera and do their thing. That and maybe, just maybe, it was because you felt your breath and all words get caught in your throat whenever you noticed that the green-eyed older man was getting closer. You had a crush on him, and he was just one of the few men you really admired so much in your life – both of his work and character. Your friend’s would tease you endlessly about it but you were willing to take it. It was Jensen Ackles after all, you could take anything for him and from him.
You snapped more photos of him, looking occasionally at them to see if they were good enough. You continued, smiling softly when you saw that boyish grin that would make your heart flutter. You tilted your camera to get a better view of him and that was when you noticed it. Your breath got caught in your throat when you actually saw him look into your camera. Of course you tried to tell yourself not to think much about it because you were just another photographer in a sea of people, cameras… oh yeah and fans of course with plenty of posters and photos to sign.
But then his eyes remained focused on you and you actually frowned. You bit your lip and looked down at your camera. You glanced up only to see him take off his glasses and his smile turn into an almost smirk. The shouting kept going but he didn’t seem all that interested in any of them like his friend seemed to. You heard some whines from fans that were nearby, when he walked past them and you felt a little bad for them because they really wanted them to sign their photos.
“Jensen, Jensen please!” you heard some of them and he paused, giving them a charming grin.
“I’ll be right back, just a second yeah?” he shouted, trying to be heard over all of the noise.
Your eyes all but widened as while taking the photos you actually saw him turn in your direction and get closer. You snapped more photos but for a moment you felt frozen in your place when he flashed you that smile so you decided to focus on your camera. You looked down at it, supposedly interested in the photos you’d taken more than the man approaching you. Because he was. And how did you know that? Well:
“Hey there” you heard a deep voice say, not as deep as you were used to hearing on the show. But sure as hell your head snapped up before you could realize it.
Your eyes were wide as you looked right and left, even behind before finally meeting his eyes “Me?” you pointed at yourself and he chuckled, fixing his glasses.
“Yeah, yeah actually you. Don’t think there is a single man that would want to talk to anyone else with you in the crowd.
“I uh-” you giggled – like a freaking schoolgirl! - and looked down for a moment “Thanks, I guess?”
“Don’t thank me, miss (Y/l/n).” he shook his head, smiling a little nervously (for real?). You glanced down to see you really had your ID of sorts hanging from your neck.
“I’m sorry.” you laughed, shaking your head at realizing how stupid you really must have sounded “I just- I am trying really hard not to fangirl
“No, for real. Don’t- Don’t apologize.” he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Jared for a second “I am really the one that should be fanboying.” he chuckled and your eyebrows shot up.
“You- I just really admire your work, and I don’t mean just the magazines. I’ve been following your blog for as long as I can remember.” he breathed out and at that moment you felt all air get knocked out of your lungs.
You opened your mouth to speak but another voice was heard that made him look the other way “Jens?” you recognized it as Jared’s voice and once you looked back at the man in front of you, you heard him sigh.
“Always the worst timing.” he mumbled to himself and you chewed on your lower lip.
“Uhm so (Y/n)-” pursed his lips for a moment, chewing softly on it for a moment “Uh can I borrow that?” he spoke to a fan right next to you that was holding a pen for Jared as it seemed to sign along with a small photo.
“Sure” she giggled and you watched curiously.
“Thanks sweetheart.” he grinned before turning to you. You almost jumped as you felt a shock of electricity that ran through your hand once he took hold of your palm.
You saw him scribble down something before handing the pen back to the girl, just in time as Jared came to sign the photo. Jensen gave you one last big smile before he was shoved by his friend to move forward.
The last thing you heard was “See you in a week.” from before looking down to see a number written on your hand with a ‘Call me ;)’ below it.
You could swear your heart stopped beating at that moment and everything stopped functioning in general. But there was only one question that still was not answered: What was it in a week?