Selfshiptober 2020
Uh, so I stumbled across the wonderful @press-e-onemoretime and their self shiptober 2020 prompt list (shown below) So I decided to write a oneshot for today’s prompt. The writing is below the picture.
Note: I do writing for my own pleasure and I only do basic editing on my stuff. So there will be just writing errors as it’s just a hobby, not something I’m planning on doing for real.
6: First meeting
Fandom: Supernatural Actors
Ship: (actor oc) Wesley X Jensen
Warnings: N/A
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During convention season, Wesley would always check to see if his best friend was going to be at whatever ones he was lined up to do. They did align most of the time and Wes loved it. Though this year will be the first year where he won’t be at conventions as a presenter, he will be there as a fan.
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Wes was quick to line up for the question line. He was at his best friends panel. Misha Collins panel. Though his co-star Jensen Ackles was there as well. Surprise addition.
“Uh, hi. I was wondering what the dumbest thing you did as a teenager was?” Wes asked as he did an accent. Some of the audience recognized him and started cheering. Misha started smiling like an idiot while Jensen was confused.
“Very good question. I would have to say that the time you brought me to Germany and I accidentally called someone a prostitute. You didn’t correct me but did explain to the, respectfully angry female, that I am still learning. Though I didn’t find any of this out until I got slapped. Now, get up here you idiot.” Misha spoke as Jensen watched the male come on stage with a smile, hugging Misha.
“As many of you know or don’t, this is Wesley Jager. My best friend since 8th grade and fellow actor. He will now be joining us until either he gets kicked off or the panel ends.” Misha spoke as the audience cheered. Wes was quick to steal Misha’s chair and stick his tongue out at him.
“He is a child. Now, you on the left.” Misha spoke as they turned their attention to the female standing behind the mic.
“Uh, hi. This actually works. So my question is for Misha and I’ve asked this question to Wesley in a past convention. I was wondering what your best drunk story of him is?” The woman asked as Wes laughed, Misha rolling his eyes.
“Well, am I allowed to tell the one from that holiday break?” Misha asked Wesley who nodded.
“Okay, so this was when we were about 16 or 17. Wes normally went back to Germany for breaks but he decided to not join his family for this trip. So it was just him in the house. It worked wonderful though because Wes could just watch their cats and not have to pay for someone to do so. Um, anyway, it was the middle of the break and I got a call. Note, we had a landline phone. So I picked up the phone as I was the closest. Then as soon as I put it to my ear, the first thing I hear is a cat purring.
I’m just waiting for a voice to come as I knew it was Wes but I wanted to see if he dialed me or not. Wondering if it was his sibling or something. It was dead silent. I was about to speak before I heard the sound of shattering glass. Then Wes, drunkenly slurred, ‘Hey Misha, you should come over. I might’ve just dropped a whole bottle of wine.’ and I’m just there, confused. I sighed before telling him I would come over. Hanging up, I informed my parents where I was going and went over. He lived down the street. I get there and knock on his door. I expect to see Wesley, just drunk. Not only in his fucking boxers and covered in bite marks. I will never get that out of my mind. I came over and he was just in boxers. I walk in and see about a six pack of beer empty. Note, Wes is a lightweight. Still is and always will be. I go up to him and he just starts giggling. He hugs me, and he reeked of alcohol and sex. So, I picked him up and laid him on the couch. I was like, ‘I’m going to get you some water, stay here while I do that. Then I will clean up the wine. Rest. You are very drunk.’ and so I left the room. I come back and he’s laying face down on the floor, giggling. It was just a whole ordeal.” Misha explained as the audience laughed. Jensen was smirking.
“We’re the boxers as the ones I showed you during a panel?” Jensen asked as people cheered.
“Don’t make me think about that again. Uh, he was wearing the joke ones someone got him for our class’ gift exchange. I will let him explain if he would like.” Misha said as Wes laughed.
“I have zero memory of that. I think he’s talking about the boxers that- wait. I got them bigger and I’m wearing them. How appropriate is this idea? Official people? I would like to know before I do something stupid that could ruin my career.” Wes spoke, Jensen laughing as he got a hesitant thumbs up from the people standing off to the side.
“Awesome, so, uh, you’re only seeing the boxers.” Wes said as he stood up, eyeing Misha who just walked away. Jensen was laughing as Wes undid his pants and showed about a thousand or more people his boxers.
They were all white with the words ‘you give me’ and then a heart with a dash next to it then ‘on’ written next to it. The crowd went fucking feral. After a minute, Wes put his pants back on and grabbed Misha’s mic that he set down.
“So, uh, this is a great first meeting with you Mr. Ackles.” Wes spoke as he blushed lightly, the audience laughing.
“I like him, can we keep him Misha?” Jensen asked as Misha sighed.
“Jensen, talk to the producers about that. It’s not my decision.” Misha spoke as Wes just smiled, Sitting with a light blush on his face.
‘I’m going to try and get to know him better.’ Wes thought to himself as he couldn’t help but let his glance linger on the male.
Little did he know that this exotic first meeting would blossom into something wonderful
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