Jensen Ackles x Actress!Reader / Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader <platonic>
not saying anything about anyone. this idea materialized and went with it.
dividers by @saradika-graphics
Jensen had barely stepped into the terminal before the chaos began.
Flashes. Voices. Pens. Phones.
“Jensen! Over here!”
“Jensen! Just one shot, man!”
“Can you sign this, Jensen?”
Author Notes: All notes will be in the main masterlist for this series. If you want to be tagged, let me know.
Pairing Jensen Ackles and Reader.
Chapter Two: Coffee Stains & Green-Eyed Strangers
I waited.
Just for a moment. Eyes closed. Letting the anger settle low in my chest before I said something I’d regret.
Thank God I did.
Because when I finally opened my eyes, I was met with the most stunning pair of candy-apple green eyes staring down at me with concern. He was saying something—asking if I was okay, I think—but my brain had stopped functioning the second I saw his face.
And oh, what a face.
Strong jaw, soft scruff, brows knit with worry, and lips curved in a gentle, hesitant smile. I could’ve melted right there into the floor. My entire body felt like it went limp on impact, like my bones had suddenly become suggestions.
This was going to haunt me. No doubt about it.
But what a beautiful ghost he would make.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, voice smooth as velvet but with just a hint of a gravelly rasp that made my skin prickle.
I blinked, shaking myself out of the daze as I cleared my throat. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay. I’m so sorry—I totally bumped into you without looking.” My voice came out dry, like I’d swallowed nothing but dust. “Are you okay?”
He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a tiny thrill through me. “I’m fine, really. But your drink…” He winced sympathetically. “Let me buy you another one.”
Before I could even protest, he turned toward the barista and repeated my order perfectly, adding his own as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
I stood there in complete disbelief, embarrassed out of my mind. The front of my shirt was soaked in half-melted vanilla bean, and all I could think about was how good his voice sounded. Soft, warm, and a little rough around the edges—like a favorite record you couldn’t stop playing.
He turned back to me and gently placed his left hand on my shoulder, his touch cautious, like he didn’t want to startle me. But the moment his palm made contact, I glanced at it—and then up at him.
Big mistake.
“I, um… overheard you mumbling earlier. Something about your drink? Everything okay?” he asked, handing me a couple of napkins to dab at the stain.
“Oh. That.” I cringed. “Didn’t realize I was talking out loud.”
Great. Now I was not only clumsy but also publicly ranting.
I tried to salvage my shirt with a few quick pats, but the damage was done. “Perfect. I have a meeting in forty-five minutes,” I mumbled. “This’ll really complete the look.”
He didn’t say anything—just smiled kindly and motioned me over to a small corner table. Somehow, in the chaos, he’d managed to grab both drinks without spilling a drop. Not even a smudge on his clothes. Like a god. Untouched by earthly disasters.
I couldn’t stop staring. He was gorgeous.
He pulled out a chair for me. I sat, still battling the stain like it was my mortal enemy.
Then he sat beside me, his hand resting lightly under my elbow to get my attention.
“I’m Jensen, by the way.”
I missed the wink he gave me, head still ducked in embarrassment, but I heard the smile in his voice.
I looked up and gave him a sheepish smile of my own. “I’m {Y/N}. Nice to meet you… officially.”
I sighed, finally surrendering to the coffee stain’s victory. The shirt was a lost cause. I’d come up with something. Maybe blame the weather. Or an errant latte explosion. Something dramatic enough to earn a little sympathy.
Jensen tilted his head, curiosity glinting in those ridiculous eyes. “So, {Y/N}, what had you planning a murder earlier?”
My face flushed crimson. “You heard all that?”
“Pretty much,” he said with a sip of his coffee. “You seemed pretty upset.”
God. Even the way he sipped coffee was hot.
I groaned, covering my face for a second. “It’s just been a really bad day. Trust me, you don’t want to hear the details. It’s a whole mess of office politics and betrayal and people being fake as hell.”
He raised a brow. “Try me. I’ve got time. And judging by the look on your face earlier, you need to vent.”
He winked again, and I felt my heart do a slow, somersaulting flutter.
Who was this man?
I lowered my drink and stared at it for a moment before answering. “Okay. It’s a long story, but… ever felt completely blindsided? Like your workplace suddenly changed the rules without telling you? And somehow you missed the memo?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. In my line of work, that happens all the time. One minute you’re steady, then boom—everything shifts. It sucks.”
“Exactly!” I threw my hands up and didn’t even realize it until he gently placed his hands over mine to calm me. My nervous habit. Always talking with my hands when I was frustrated.
I smiled a little.
“I work there,” I said, pointing out the window to the glass tower across the street. “Sheppard, Pellegrino, and Singer. Advertising agency. Been there five years. Monday through Friday, 8:30 to 5:00, hour lunch break, casual Fridays… the works.”
I glanced at my watch. The clock was ticking.
“So what happened?” he asked, crossing one leg over the other.
God, he made even that look attractive.
I tried to stay focused. “Well, they’ve always said no seniority, no favoritism. Everyone's on equal footing. And I liked that. No drama. No one playing dirty. Until Kali.”
I didn’t even try to hide the bitterness in my tone.
“She just started. Like, a month ago. And today, I find out she was promoted—way above her pay grade. Big raise. Fancy title. Meanwhile, I’ve been busting my ass and practically got laughed out of the office last time I asked for a raise. So yeah… I kind of lost it.”
Jensen followed my gaze as I noticed movement outside.
There she was.
Kali.
Flipping her hair, tossing her purse over her shoulder like she was the queen of Manhattan, and stepping into a cab like she hadn’t just stomped on my professional soul.
“I take it that’s her,” he said with a nod of his chin.
“Miss perfect,” I muttered. “Miss ‘I smile while I stab you in the back.’”
He laughed—a deep, warm, real laugh that made my stomach flip.
For once, it felt like someone was on my side.
I glanced at my watch again. “Crap.” I stood so fast I nearly knocked his drink into his lap. He caught it just in time.
“I’m going to be late,” I groaned. “I should go. Thank you… seriously, for talking me down.”
He stood with me, and just as I turned to leave, he took my hand in his.
And… oh.
Lightning.
Electricity shot through me from head to toe like a circuit finally connecting. I’d never felt that before. Not with anyone.
“You said you had a meeting, right?” he asked gently, snapping me back to reality.
“Yeah. I do. And I’ll figure this whole mess out. Again, I’m sorry about—”
“I’m not,” he cut in. “You made my day.”
Then he did something I wasn’t expecting.
He shrugged off his jacket, set it on the chair, and peeled off his overshirt. Underneath was a fitted black tee, and damn...
He handed me the button-down shirt. “Can’t have a beautiful woman walking into a meeting wearing a latte.”
“Oh, no—I can’t take your shirt, I—”
“You can. And you will.” He helped me into it, carefully buttoning it over my stained top.
I stared up at him, blinking back the sting behind my eyes. “Thank you. Seriously. You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to,” he said, brushing a loose strand of hair from my cheek. “Have a better day, okay?”
Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead.
And just like that—he was gone.
Gone like a dream I wasn’t sure actually happened. I stood there for a long moment, clutching the shirt he’d given me, breathing in the scent of him.
Jensen.
That was all I knew.
But now? I needed to know more.
God help me…
Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!Reader, Reader POV
Summary: With a birthday printed on your wrist that happened over a hundred years ago, you always thought that you were cursed to never meet your soulmate. But when you finally meet the man that's supposed to be the other half of your soul, you wonder if the stars were wrong, and wonder how this man was meant for you. Reader is Hughie's sister, is not a supe, and is a Literature Professor that gets dragged into the middle of things. This fic takes place in an AU set loosely after Season 3 and does deviate from the plot of The Boys
Tropes: Soulmate AU, Little bit of Grumpy and Sunshine, Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy, Jealous Ben/Soldier Boy
Warnings: I'm gonna label this one 18+ because it's Soldier Boy and we all know he's a warning. Self deprecating thoughts, ANGST, SADNESS, Public Fight, Going Viral For The Wrong Reasons, Mentions of past graphic death, Mentions of past sex, Mentions of Torture, Cursing, Mentions of Death, Loneliness, Longing, Appearance of a World Class Bitch, Reader wears glasses?, Soldier Boy might be a little OOC.
Word Count: 6.8K
Song Inspiration For Chapter: Wait By Maroon 5 - Chapter title taken from this song
Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!
Internal Monologue Is in First Person And Is In Italics
A/N: I'm BACK BABY (a few days early)! I thought I'd start my return with a bang. This chapter is crazy and angsty, but I’m addicted to the angst and we all know you love it 😉
Summary: The first visit to the doctor's office to see their baby holds a few surprises...
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader
Warnings: 18+ for language, humor, fluff, pregnancy, OB-GYN visit & a first trimester ultrasound scan (if ya didn't know they're transvaginal 😝)
Word Count: 876
A/N: I had this idea of doing a sort of photo album for Sid & Nancy with polaroids and drabbles with the stories behind them. Gives us little check-ups on their blissful family life 🥰
Happy reading! 🩵
Y/N’s a bit nervous as she sits on the thin paper sheet on the examination table of her doctor’s office. Even Ben can tell, watching her twirl her fingers in her lap and letting her legs bounce restlessly. He places a soothing palm on her shoulder, which stops the anxious movements at last.
Pairing: Jason Teague x Reader
Summary: Your best friend is getting married. Naturally, you’re running late for your flight back home to good old Smallville, Kansas, and so is the handsome stranger who saves you.
AN: Here’s my second to last entry for @jacklesversebingo!
**Remember that Smallville was circa early 2000s, the time of flip phones, physical clocks, and paper airplane tickets. Also, this story is going to be AU in certain ways from the season 4 storyline with Jason. (You’ll see.)
Jacklesverse Bingo Prompt: Running late for the same flight.
Posted on Patreon: 3/24/3025
Song Inspo: “First Time” by Lifehouse – in true 2000s alt-rock fashion.
Word Count: 4.8K
Tags/Warnings: Meet cute, fluff and hijinks, hint of college woes, twist ending~
Despite all your meticulous plans, you still managed to be late to the airport.
But you’d been prepared, damn it! Packed to perfection as you made sure you had everything for your trip with all your luggage laid out and ready to go for your flight.
You even had a sandwich waiting on the kitchen counter, along with a thermos full of ice-cold water and an apple for extra nutrition and sustenance. You were so damn prepared that you got cocky.
Sorry guys, something happened when I was copying this over from Patreon. I noticed that it chopped off the first lines after every divider. 🙃 Had to update the original post.
The soft glow of the television flickered against the walls of Y/N’s small apartment bedroom. She was half-asleep, wrapped in her blankets, when she heard the familiar click of her front door unlocking.
Jensen.
She didn’t even stir. He had a key—he always had a key. And when he didn't he'd found a way.
As little kids their parents were friends, they had sleepovers and play dates and barbecues.
In high school he crawled through her window to have movie nights or just nightly conversations on her bed, he often fell asleep next to her.
And when he moved out, following his dream, and since became the Jensen Ackles, the famous actor, she gave him a key to her apartment, so he'd still have a way into her little world. She supposed that meant something.
The bed dipped beside her, the scent of whiskey and Jensen’s cologne filling her senses. A lazy grin tugged at his lips as he flopped down beside her, fully clothed.
“Jensen?” she mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was slightly slurred, his green eyes hazy yet warm as he looked at her. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
Y/N sighed, shifting to sit up. “You’re supposed to be at your bachelor party.”
“I was.” He grinned lazily, stretching his arms above his head. “But it felt wrong, you know? My best friend wasn't there."
"Did Jared bail on you?" She joked
Jensen bumped her arm. "Fine, I meant my best girl wasn't there."
Her heart clenched at his words, but she pushed the feeling away. This was Jensen, her best friend since high school. The man who always found his way back to her, no matter how high his star rose. And tomorrow, he would belong to someone else.
She scooted over, making room for him. Without hesitation, he slid under the covers beside her, his body warm against hers.
The movie on the screen played out a familiar trope—two best friends secretly in love, dancing around their feelings until fate intervened.
Jensen snorted, watching the main characters exchange longing looks. “Come on. This is so unrealistic.”
Y/N smirked, glancing at him. “Oh, because love is so logical?”
“No, but—” he gestured at the screen. “Boy and girl, best friends. Cute, but why do they always have fall in love? That’s Hollywood nonsense. Why can’t they just be friends? Why does one always have to ruin it.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, ever the romantic. “Maybe some people do fall for their best friend. some people don’t realize what’s right in front of them. It’s not about inevitability, it’s about feelings. Real ones.”
He was quiet for a moment before smirking. “We’re living proof it’s fake. Look at us. Best friends for, what, fifteen years? Never crossed a line.”
Something about the way he said it made her chest tighten. “Yeah,” she murmured, voice softer now. “Never.”
After the movie ended Jensen exhaled deeply, turning onto his side to face her. “Remember that camping trip senior year? One tent, freezing cold.”
She smiled at the memory. “We had to share a sleeping bag. Because someone planned a last minute camping trip and forgot his bag.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, and you kept complaining that I was hogging all the warmth. I was just trying to survive. You were a human furnace, Y/N. I had no choice but to steal your heat.”
Y/N felt her face heating up remembering how it felt to sleep in his arms that night.
His eyes darkened slightly, though his smile remained. “Still. We never crossed a line. That means something, right?”
She hesitated. “Want to watch another movie?” Turning away from him so she could grab the controller.
She scrolled mindless through the movies she knew Jensen would liked.
He exhaled heavily, staring up at the ceiling. Then he turned back to her, his voice quieter now. “Do you think I’m doing something wrong?”
Her breath hitched. She stared at him, her mind racing. Did he mean being here with her tonight? In her bed, on the eve of his wedding?
Her heart screamed ‘no’— because she want him there, because she knew he belonged with her. And if he'd give her a change she would do her best to make him feel loved and happy.
“Jensen…” She hesitated, then finally whispered, “Maybe a little... I-I mean..."
Her voice broke."If you were my boyfriend, I wouldn't want you to stay at a girls house, specially not the night before our wedding."
A shadow passed over his face, his lips pressing into a thin line mumbling. "Yeah, the wedding.”
She frowned. “What?”
He exhaled heavily, staring up at the ceiling. “I meant… do you think I'm doing the right thing... marrying Danneel.”
Silence blanketed the room. Y/N’s pulse pounded in her ears as his words sank in. She had spent years locking away feelings she had no right to have. But now, here he was, lying beside her, questioning the biggest decision of his life.
“Jensen,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You love her.”
“I do,” he admitted, turning onto his side to face her fully. “But it doesn’t feel the way it should. It doesn’t feel like… this.”
Y/N’s breath hitched. "L-like this?"
His fingertips brushed against hers under the covers, the smallest touch, yet it sent her world spinning. "Save."
Y/N kept looking at him, unable to read his expression. Was he teasing her? Did he meant it? Or better yet, how did he mean it?
“Say something,” he murmured, searching her face for answers.
She wanted to. God, she wanted to tell him everything—that her heart had been his since high school, that she had been waiting for him to see her the way she saw him. But what could she say now, on the night before his wedding?
“You’re drunk, Jay,” she whispered, though even she didn’t believe the excuse. “You should go to sleep.”
But Jensen didn’t want to. He whispered, his fingers still tracing hers. “I just… I always thought I’d find a girl who’s a little more… you.”
She swallowed hard. “Why?” she whispered, barely able to form the word.
“Because everything comes so natural with us,” he admitted, his voice rough with honesty. “I don’t need to think about what to say. I don’t need to watch what I do. I don’t have to work out to look good enough, because I know you'll love me as I am. I can just be me.”
Jensen moved to lean on his elbow, almost hovering over her.
His words poured out, unfiltered, raw. “You know me better than anyone. You see all my flaws, all my screw-ups, and you still let me in—hell, you still let me into your bed."
"You trust me, blindly. And I feel safe with you, safe enough to tell you anything. Even the fact that I'm afraid that I'm marrying the wrong person tomorrow. Maybe I need a girl like my best girl."
Jensen seemed to lean in, clsoing the space between them. But Y/N placrd her hand resting on his chest.
Y/N tried hard not to look at his lips while stumbling over her words.
“Maybe… you were never meant to find a girl like me. Because you don't... I mean... you chose her and, you know find her well... attractive. And I’m… me. And girls like me look like me.”
Jensen frowned. “You are beautiful.”
She pulled her hand back from his chest, looking up at him.
“Exactly. You would call your sister beautiful. And your girlfriend, I don’t know, hot, sexy... attractive?"
Jensen's smirk did nothing to ease her beating heart. "My point is, Jay. You'd never want to be or do... things, with a girl who you see as a sister."
His frown deepened as he stared at her. Then, his voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible in the quiet room. “Would I want to do this to my sister?”
Before she could process his words, his lips brushed against hers—soft, hesitant, but filled with something she had never dared to believe in.
He pulled back just slightly. Y/N’s lips parted, her breath uneven, his eyes locked onto her, searching a reason to stop, but she didnt look angry or upset.
Her mind screaming at her to say something—anything—but before she could, he kissed her again.
This time, her hand moved to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as the last of the space between them disappeared.
The kiss deepened, slow at first, but quickly unraveling into something more. Jensen’s hands roamed, his fingertips tracing familiar yet uncharted territory.
One hand gripped her waist, pulling her against him, as if closing the distance that had always existed between them.
He felt her hand tracing his chest, soft and unsure, but he needed to feel more of her touch. His free pulled the fabric of his shirt, tugging it over his head before tossing it aside. Before his hand grabbed the inside of her knee, so he could nearly melt against her.
That same hand tracing her thigh, her hip, feeling the soft cotton underwear while he make his way over to her stomach.
His breath was warm against her skin, his lips teasing against hers, lingering—testing. He hovered above her, eyes dark, questioning, waiting for any sign to stop.
But Y/N didn’t pull away, not this time. Instead, she pulled him closer, her own body betraying years of restraint. And for once giving in, not caring about the consequences, at least not tonight.
No. Tonight, the line had been crossed, one they could never undo.
So why stop now, right?
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❤︎ Ben x Ember ❤︎
Warnings: mild dirty thoughts, language.
Word Count: 1,416
The gas station was dead quiet when Ben pushed through the door.
Middle of nowhere, middle of the night. One flickering light above pump six, humming like it might just give up. Inside, the air stank of burnt coffee and cheap plastic. He headed straight for the whiskey.
He was bone-tired. Fists still bruised. Mind still buzzing from the job—messy, loud, too many bodies. All he wanted was a bottle and enough silence to drown in.
But then—
He turned down the candy aisle.
And that’s where he saw you.
Summary: Unable to control your abilities, you’re stuck in the present with Billy Butcher, his team, and America’s first asshole. At this point, you’ve become Soldier Boy’s personal punching bag. But when an accident leaves you stranded in 1942, you run into a familiar face and suddenly rely on your future tormentor’s help as your only hope.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x supe!Reader
Warnings: 18+ for language, angst, Soldier Boy being an insufferable ass, reader is a supe with chronokinesis (time manipulation), post S3 alternate ending, enemies to lovers & slow burn, set partially in 1942
Word Count: 6.0k
A/N: Weeee, so excited to finally share the first part of this series with all of you! From mortal enemies to classic romance, crazy and angsty time travel theories, and a glimpse behind the green suit (in both ways), we're gonna have a lot of fun with this one 😉💕
“Move, or I’ll move you.”
Annoyed, you huffed a sigh and lifted your feet off the coffee table, shifting a few inches to the right, so Soldier Boy could pass by with a deep grumble. You rolled your eyes back slightly when he plopped down next to you on the worn, old couch in the office of the Flatiron Building.
“A ‘please’ wouldn’t hurt you every once in a while,” you muttered with a glare at the supe.
Summary: A difficult conversation still paves the way for hope between Dean and the reader.
Characters: Dean, others mentioned
Word Count: 4.3K
Warnings: cursing, angst, angst, angst, mentions of domestic violence, mention of drugs, uhhhh, late, bad stuff, sad staff, mad stuff, smad stuff
Author's Note: im not going to lie im slightly tipsy but who knows if that made this chapter better if not im sorry I didn't write it- she did (points to mirror)
Songs: (being updated)
Series Masterlist - Chapter 8
You slept through the night for the first time in weeks.
Though, it did take a moment to remember where exactly you are. Your head turns to the opposite side of the king-size bed, reaching a hand out to the recently cold sheets, and it’s vacant. The slate grey comforter is folded away from the pillows in your direction, haphazardly bunching near your midsection. You take in the room around you now that it’s delicately brightened with streams of morning sunlight coming from the double-hung window, illuminating the room with a welcoming glow. There’s two identical wood nightstands adorning each side of the bed, a dark walnut-wood with a top and bottom drawer. The room wasn’t huge or anything, but big enough for the necessities and then some. The digital clock that sits on the nightstand closest to Dean’s side reads 9:12 AM.
Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader
Part 8- More Here
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Trigger Warning- 18 *, violence, assault, non-consent.
As quiet as he could be, Tommy slid into the dimly lit bedroom. A heavy lump lodged in his throat, but he pushed through. Willing his unsteady legs to carry him to his wife. Your head shot up, when the floorboards creaked. His gaze met yours, your wide eyes reflecting a fear. Like a startled rabbit caught in the glare of headlights.
You were in pain, and it was partly his fault.
“Don’t, please, stay there,” you choked out. “I need to be alone, I, I should be alone,” Clutching the pillow tighter against your body, you waited to hear the sound of the door clicking closed. Of him going back to work and leaving you in peace. But it never happened. Using the tips of your toes, you pushed yourself further into the corner.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: It's New Year's eve, celebrations are in full swing and you have a plan. However, could an unexpected run-in with a blast from the past jeopardise everything?
Word Count: 6.1k
Warnings/tags: Angst, swearing, drinking, jealousy, cliffhanger.
AN: This chapter was something.. let me tell ya 😅 But omg guys! Only two more chapters after this!! 😫 And I don't know how to feel about it! (gif not mine, found on google)
Things had changed.
This time, you were certain of it.
In the days following Christmas, you and Dean had returned home with something different between you—something unspoken but undeniably there. And for once, it didn’t feel one-sided.
It was in the little things, the effortless ways he pulled you closer. How his hand would find yours absentmindedly, tracing circles against your palm as you sat together. How he’d tug you against him in the middle of the night, murmuring your name in that half-asleep rasp that made your heart ache.
It was in the way he kissed you, not to start something, just because he wanted to. How he stood a little too close when you cooked together, fingers brushing against your waist as he stole pieces of whatever you were making. How when you relaxed on the couch together, his arm was always open, waiting, inviting.
It felt like everything had shifted. Like somehow, without either of you saying a word, you’d slipped into something more than just casual.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Based off of the Imagine: Dean taking you to prom.
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: Cuteness overload, sweet young!Dean, so much FLUFF!!!
Song Inspo: Fade into you - Mazzy Star
AN: Just something that came to me and for the fact i wish Dean got to experience some normalcy in his life. 🥲😭 Also for the sake of this fic the reader is Bobby’s daughter… I hope you enjoy 💕
You stood in front of your floor-length mirror, repeatedly smoothing your hands over the invisible wrinkles in your dress, examining your lightly curled hair and the little makeup you’d applied with a scrutinising eye and a nervous pulse in your chest.
You looked okay, right? Nice?
Your pink-beige dress sat strapless on your chest, cinched complimentary at your waist, and floated softly at your ankles. It wasn’t anything expensive; in fact, you’d felt a little embarrassed when you purchased it from a thrift store, eyeing solemnly as some of the girls in your year confidently walked into the classy boutique across the street.
It wasn’t like prom was a huge deal to you. To be honest, you hadn’t even planned on going at all. Although you attended high school, your heart was never fully in it. How could it be when your life outside of it was a living nightmare? Being the daughter of a hunter, you knew and had seen things only the kids in your school had watched in the movies. Because of this, you could never truly fit in, never speak of this heavy weight on your shoulders to anybody, and be believed or not called “crazy” or a “freak”.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Summary: Drunk Jensen antics
Word Count: 625
Warnings/tags: Established relationship, Nesnej, Drunk!Jensen, he's adorable, fluff.
AN: Just a little something that popped into my head, thought it was cute. Plus I love Drunk!Jensen ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy.
Jensen had definitely had a few too many "apple juices" on stage with Jared. You could always tell when he’d hit that point—when the reserved, keep-it-together side of him started to crumble, and in its place, the showman emerged.
He was more performative, more touchy, saying things he normally wouldn’t. Jared, of course, ate it up, encouraging every bit of his antics like the chaos gremlin he was.
By the time Jensen finally got off stage and into the green room, he was already looking for you. His gaze swept the room, glassy but determined, until it landed on you standing near the catering table, laughing at something Gen had just said. His face immediately softened, lips tugging into a lopsided, love-drunk grin.
Tommy Shelby x reader
A/N: some of you asked if last part was the end, the answer is not yet 🤭 as their relationship starts blossoming they’ll face new challenges ✨ but for now they get to enjoy a little bit of their love.
Present idea by @holacia3 🥰 Cia when I received your message in my inbox I knew I wanted it to be part of this story and inspired by a conversation with @lyarr24 long time ago ☺️
Word count: 4K
“Morning Miss Y/L/N… did someone order breakfast in bed?” Tommy announced just as Y/N stepped out of her bathroom, he was already showered and ready for the day.
Luckily she just brushed her hair and braided it to look at least presentable.
Dressed in just his buttoned down shirt, tie and pants, he placed the tray at the feet of her bed. A wide smile decorating his face as he turned around to grab her face to place a slow peck on her lips, Y/N got lost in the scent of his aftershave and lotion, it was so masculine.
“How did you sleep?” Tommy asked in a low voice but didn’t give her time to answer as he went for another kiss.
Y/N leaned against him taking in the feeling of being in his arms. “So it wasn’t a dream.”
summary: Dean loses you after a hunt gone wrong.
pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
wordcount: 568
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He couldn't believe it.
You were gone.
He would never see you again.
It didn't feel real.
One moment, you were laughing at a stupid joke he'd told. The next, he was holding you as you took your last breath. His tear-filled eyes memorized every inch of your face, trying to hold onto you as your body grew colder in his arms.
He sat in the dirt, cradling you for what felt like hours, lost in the impossible hope that this was all some cruel prank—that any moment now, you'd open your beautiful eyes and smile again.
Behind him, Sam and Cas stood silent, their own grief palpable, but they didn't dare intrude on Dean's mourning.
Every time he closed his eyes, the scene replayed in slow motion—the Demon creeping up behind you, the blade flashing before it plunged deep into your back. The way your knees buckled, his scream ripping through the air as he sprinted toward you. How he clutched your body to his chest, begging you to hold on, to stay with him, to give him any sign that you could fight this.
But there was nothing.
Now...
He sat on the floor in your shared room, numbly staring at the ceiling, daring himself not to blink - to avoid seeing that scene again.
He felt lost.
Lost without you by his side telling him it was going to be okay.
Who was going to do that for him now?
He continued to look up, dragging a hand down his face trying to stop the tears falling, when he heard a quiet beep.
A low hum followed as his charging phone vibrated on his nightstand. Dean hesitated. One half didn’t want to talk to anyone. The other was worried that Sam or Cas needed him.
Begrudgingly he got to his feet, flopping straight onto his bed to grab the device on the side table. Unlocking the phone his breath caught.
A voicemail. From your number.
The timestamp of the voicemail seemed to be a little before you sent off for the hunt.
His eyes flicked up in confusion, why didn’t he get this call before? Maybe there was no signal? Maybe he on the phone to someone else? Maybe-
“Hey babe, I’m just on my way back from the store. Sam called, he mentioned there’s some Demon activity near us? Before you panic - yes I got your pie which we can have tonight. Sam said whatever is going on should only take a couple hours. I’m thinking pie and Netflix tonight? Maybe some chill, if you’re lucky. You know, Netflix and Chill?”
Your laugh—warm, teasing—made his chest tighten. He would never hear it again.
“Hopefully you know what that is.” Dean chuckled under his breath, you would always joke about his age even though he was only 4 years older than you.
“Anyway, I’ll be home soon. I love you Dean!”
His throat closed. His vision blurred.
I love you Dean.
Those would be the last four words he would ever hear you say and they were perfect.
Tears slipped down his cheeks, but a small smile fought its way through. You were gone—but those four words were his to keep, forever.
Before he listened to it again, he made sure to press the correct button on the screen.
The phone spoke back to him
Voicemail saved.
I’m devastated 😭😭😭
Summary: At seventeen, Dean fell hard for the girl in his high school English class. He never got a chance to make a move before he was on the road again. When he bumps into her working the same case as himself, he wants to know how her apple pie life got flipped upside down…
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 1,200ish
Warnings: language
A/N: Enjoy!…
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