Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, law enforcement themes (incl. serial killers, kidnappings, cartels etc.), marital themes (incl. divorce, cheating etc.), general emotional turmoil & an unhealthy amount of flashbacks
A/N: Inspired by this little Dirty Drabble I wrote about our favorite sheriff comes a series full of sexy heartbreak and a look into Beau Arlen’s past. Buckle up and get ready for another emotional ride 🤍
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Summary: Five years ago, Y/N had a choice to make: stay with the man who was breaking her heart or move on. Rather unsuccessfully, she chose the latter. Jensen learned the hard way that you don’t want to let past heartbreaks keep you from finding the one. Having been burned, love is not something either one trusts or feels openly without great hesitation. However, after holding on to what they had and being unable to move on, will Y/N and Jensen finally be able to realize they are better together than they are apart?
(Set in 2015)
Chapter Summary: Jensen surprises Y/N by following her to her place in Toronto with the help of Gen and Jared. While waiting for Y/N, he's clued in to how much he means to her.
Warnings: nervous Jensen and reader, sweet Jensen, flufffff, anxiety-induced lack of eating
A/N: Part 5 is stuffed with fluff, which I figured we needed after the last chapter. :) There is also a flashback to when Y/N and Jensen were first together, it will be italicized!
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Wrapping myself up into my softest robe, I place my clothes from the day into the dirty hamper. Cracking my neck as I walk into the bathroom, I plug the tub and start running the hot water. A loud succession of knocks on my apartment door stops me before I can grab my Epsom salts from under the sink.
I secured the robe around my waist before I left the bathroom. My eyebrows pull together as I try to figure out who could be at my door. Maybe a delivery person is on the wrong floor? I check through the peephole, a gasp falling past my lips as I stumble back a step.
He knocked on the door again, a little softer this time. “Y/N, are you there?”
I tentatively step towards the door again, resting my palms against the cool wood. “What are you doing here, Jensen?” I say loud enough for him to hear me, my voice climbing a few octaves. I look through the peephole again to see his reaction.
A sad smile tugged on the corner of his lips. His head drooped a little before he looked back up again, straight towards me. “I’m here for you, Y/N. Can you please open the door?”
“I, uh, I was about to take a bath,” I say quickly. I immediately squeezed my eyes shut, cringing at my choice of words.
“That’s okay. I can wait for you. Please just let me in,” Jensen pleaded gently.
I unlock the deadbolt and turn the doorknob, opening the door enough to peek through the crack. “How did you know where I live?”
“Same people who brought us back together,” he shrugged. His eyes quickly casted downwards before flitting back up to look at my face. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your night. It’s important that I came to see you though."
Nerves hitched his voice a little higher than it usually is, giving his anxiety away. Still confused, I opened the door wide enough for him to walk past me into the open living room. As he came to a stop in the walkway between the television on the mantle and the coffee table I have in front of the couch, he kept his back to me. He fidgeted his fingers at his sides.
“Jay… Why is it important that you came to see me?” I ask tentatively, wrapping my arms around my waist after shutting my door. Seconds ticked away as I waited for his response; I began chewing the inside of my lip the longer he stayed silent.
He took a deep breath before turning around to face me. “Because you need to know that I’m serious about you, about us. When I texted you the other night about meaning what I said, your response felt like you were blowing me off.”
My lips parted automatically to respond, but no words came to mind. At least, none that I was ready to admit to him.
“Y/N, look, I understand that it is hard to confront the past. Especially if it hurts. None of this is necessarily easy for me either. I have to deal with the possibility of a second rejection from the one woman who has single handedly stolen my heart for the rest of my life.”
Jensen took a hesitant step towards me. Etched deep in the crinkles between his eyebrows and the downturned corners of his mouth is worry. Worry about how I will respond to his declaration. Worry that I will tell him I don’t love him, or that I don’t want to try. My breaths became shallow as I tried to get the words to come out.
I do love him. I’m just… petrified.
Looking down at my feet, I switched my weight from one foot to the other, holding myself even tighter at my waist. I can feel his eyes on me… but I can’t look up at him. I can’t see the worry on his face anymore without it causing the tightness in my chest to escalate further. A wave of his cologne reaches my nose, filling my lungs, instantly lulling me into a calmer state, but not calm enough to talk about this right this second.
“Jensen,” I say his name softly, “I want to talk about this. I do, but…” I trail off.
“But your anxiety is kicking into gear, isn’t it?” he asks, knowing me all too well.
“Yeah,” I whisper quieter than before, tucking a piece of hair back behind my ear.
Jensen is quiet for a moment before he asks his next question, which took me a little by surprise. “Have you eaten? I haven’t eaten and figure some food will do us both some good right now.”
I look up, my eyebrows pulling together before relaxing back down after he explained. “Oh, um, I ate a little bit ago. But please, feel free to order something. I don’t have much in the way of food right now.”
In truth, my stomach has been churning all day. I munched when I felt the least nauseated, but never really ate a significant meal. So the idea of food sounded pretty good if I could calm my nerves enough.
“Pizza sound good?” he offered.
“Sure. Just let Stan know downstairs and he’ll bring it up when it arrives,” I tell him.
“Will do. Now, you go and take your bath. I’ll let you know when the pizza arrives.”
“Thanks Jens,” I smile weakly. Hovering for a moment, I took in the softness of his features. Everything about him seemed calm, inviting, safe, filling me with a sense of security that things would be okay.
“Shoo, go on,” he smiles encouragingly, even waving me away to further make his point.
I shake my head gently as I turn around and head back to my en suite bathroom, quietly shutting the door. Resting my head against the painted composite material, I inhale deeply through my nose before exhaling the same way. The scent of rose and lavender fill my nose from the open bag of epsom salts sitting on the countertop, replacing Jensen’s cologne. A mixture of cedarwood, leather, and vanilla that I instantly missed.
Standing up straight, I turned and looked into the vanity mirror that is poised above my sink. Anxiety is lurking in the depths of my eyes. Sighing, I pour the salts into my bath and derobe before sliding into my now full tub, shutting the water off with my foot as I lean back and submerge my head under the warm and comforting water.
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“Thank you, Stan,” I say as he holds out the large pizza box for me to take. I quickly trade him the pizza for a tip, closing the door softly with my free hand as I turn to head back to the kitchen with the box.
Looking back at Y/N’s open bedroom door, I can see that she’s still in the bathroom. I hope that the bath is helping her relax and destress. My showing up out of the blue probably didn’t help with that.
Not knowing when Y/N will be done with the bath, I turn and start looking around her apartment. Being here feels surreal, so I continue soaking in the fact that I’m actually here. The first thing I notice about the space is that it’s open floor plan like most other apartment complexes have, which allows for you to easily view 80% of the space at one time. The second thing I notice is how it feels and looks exactly the way I imagined it would with it being Y/N’s home. Warm, homey, lived-in.
A worn-in leather couch separates the living room from the dining space and faces the wall the door is on. Pillows and fuzzy blankets adorn the couch. Her coffee table has a half-read book sitting on one end, an empty coffee mug beside it. Hanging on the wall is a modest flat screen with a floating mantle beneath it. The mantle is covered in photos of friends and family. I smile as I look them over one-by-one.
Then, I see it.
A small photo of, I believe, us tucked in behind the others at the end of the mantle. My heart starts skipping in my chest at the sight of it. Looking behind me, I check for a second time that Y/N is still in her bathroom. When I see her bathroom door is still closed, I face the picture frame again. Hesitantly, I take one more step closer and check to make sure I saw things right. It’s definitely a photo of us.
Why does she have a picture of us sitting up here? I ask myself as my heart began to swell at the thought that maybe… just maybe… She still felt something too.
I checked the rest of the photos more closely. There were pictures of her parents, siblings, one of her and Gen, the Padelecki family and some of her other friends. There was not one of her and Chris or any of her other exs.
Huh.
Pulling the photo from its spot, I looked more at the details of the image. People flooded the blurry background, with Y/N and I crystal clear in the center of the image. We were facing the camera, her eyes closed mid-laugh and I was looking at her with the biggest smile I’ve ever had plastered on my face. Seeing this photo, I tried to remember when it was taken, tried to remember when we could have been this happy with one another’s company.
The photo had to be at least five years old, I knew that much. Looking closer at Y/N, I noticed something strange. Her hair was longer and danced across her exposed shoulder and arm in gentle waves. Knowing Y/N, and how she prefers having shorter hair, reminds me of the last time her hair was that long - the wrap party for My Bloody Valentine.
“I cut my hair the next morning,” her voice softly drifted up from beside me. “Sorry,” she apologized when I jumped.
“I forgot how sneaky you can be,” I laughed it off. “I also forgot what you looked like with a full on mane. Took me a minute to figure out when this photo was taken.”
“God, I hated it! I was so happy to chop off my hair,” she laughed.
“I remember,” I said fondly, my mind already drifting back to that day.
It was one of the first days I really recall feeling something more for her that couldn’t be denied anymore. For the first time in a long time, I felt something other than heartbreak.
An excited knock on my apartment door could be heard all the way back in my bathroom where I was wiping off the excess water from my shower off with a towel. Letting my wet hair drip, I wrapped the towel around my waist and began making my way to the door. The knocking continued, growing impatient the longer it took me to get there.
“I’m coming, hold your horses!” I called out, the bass of my voice bouncing off the walls. The knocking stopped.
I looked out the peephole before swinging the door open to a very bouncy Y/N. She had messaged saying she was on her way over and to make myself presentable. I had been agitated since I was nursing a hangover from the previous night’s wrap party, but seeing her now, I couldn’t help but grin.
“What’s got you all excited at 9am on a Saturday? Even more curious, how aren’t you hungover?” I asked as she literally skipped into my apartment.
I noticed then the hoodie (that definitely was mine a month before) she wore swaddled her body like a blanket. The hood was hiding half of her head and face. Even then, the brilliant smile on her face was illuminating my apartment. God, I’d do anything to keep that smile on her face.
“I did something. Christine won’t like it, but I don’t care,” she explained giddily.
“What did you do, gremlin?” I chuckled at her silliness.
She bounced on her toes in excitement. Now, there are few things that get Y/N this excited - surprise coffee and baby animals, for example - but it’s got to be my favorite thing ever, seeing her this happy. She’s so adorable like this.
“Okay! Here goes!”
Her hands lifted from her waist and reached towards the hood that was hiding her face. My gaze trailed over her face, quickly noticing that nothing seemed out of place. Every memorized freckle, wrinkle, and dimple were all still in place. No new piercings I could find. A pink tinge reached her cheeks however, as I continued to look at her. Her eyes dazzled with pure joy. Then a giggle erupted from behind her smile.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, her voice softly reaching my ears and drawing my attention away from everything related to her.
Confused, I shook my head like an etch-a-sketch, clearing the image of her that resided in my current thoughts. I started fresh, looking at her whole appearance again. Eyes were still stunningly y/e/c, her lips still pink and kissable … kissable? Hang on dude. That’s not something you do regularly, so move on. Shaking my head again, I looked around her face. The whole of her head was visible now.
My breath caught in my throat when I saw what she’s been trying to show me. Soft tendrils of wavy hair abruptly stopped above her shoulders, executing a stylish bob. The lengthy mane that I had been so used to seeing blanket her shoulders or splay over my pillows was now gone. It looked stunning on her, literally taking my breath away.
“You look… wow, Y/N.” I exhaled when I finally found the words I wanted to say. “You look fantastic.”
I stepped closer, and reached out to touch the newly styled hair, wanting to run my fingers through it. But… I really shouldn’t do that. We aren’t dating and that is a total boyfriend move. Quickly redirecting my hand, I ruffle the top of her head.
“There you go, even better,” I joke, trying to kick out the thoughts of what it might be like to date her.
Y/N rolls her eyes at me and huffs, walking away from me and to my kitchen. “You would be rude. Got any coffee made that I can steal?”
“You know I do, coffee gremlin!”
Shaking my head I walk back to my bedroom to put something on. Anything to help distract my thoughts from how much I want to just pull Y/N into my arms and run my fingers through her hair while I kiss those perfect lips that are certainly going to taste like coffee in the next few seconds.
Y/N is just a friend, I remind myself. She is just a friend that I occasionally have sex with and find insanely attractive and wonderful. Friends. And friends can’t have feelings for one another. Right?
Fuck, I’m screwed.
“So,” Y/N cleared her throat, bringing me back to the present.
“Yeah, um, right. So, the pizza is here. I have it sitting on the counter.”
“Oh, okay.” She said, glancing back in her kitchen before focusing back on me. “Um, before we eat, I don’t want to make assumptions or anything, but if you need a place to stay while you're here or even just for the night, my guest bed is made up. It’s always made up. I don’t normally have a lot of people stay over.”
She was rambling out of nervousness, and it was adorable to watch. Her gaze would dart from me to something beside me and back, like she wasn’t able to hold sustained eye contact. I couldn’t help the adoring smile that tugged my lips up as I softly stared at her.
“Anyways, yeah,” she continued. “Whatever works for you. Unless you have a hotel room. Then that’s okay too.”
“Y/N,” I interrupted, “I would be more than happy with either option, as I don’t have a room currently but could get one if it would make you feel more comfortable.”
“Well…” Y/N thought it over, chewing on her bottom lip. “You’re already here. It’s okay with me if you want to stay.”
“Then I’ll stay.” I smile warmly at her.
How could I not stay when this proves she could definitely still feel something for me after all these years?
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I quickly showed Jensen my guest bedroom so he could get settled after his long flight and having to wait for me to take my bath. Then I excused myself to the kitchen to get plates and napkins for us. As well as drinks, as I knew we needed to have this talk. Sooner rather than later. And having it sober didn’t seem like the most fun option.
Tapping my fingers on the granite countertop, I mulled over my options. I didn’t have much alcohol lurking around my kitchen. A few beers were in the fridge and a few bottles of Cabernet sat unopened in the cupboard. Eventually I decided to grab two wine glasses, personally opting for wine and giving Jensen the chance to decide for himself.
He reappeared as I worked on opening the bottle of wine. Sweeping my eyes up and down his body, I noticed he’d changed into a pair of grey sweatpants. They hung precariously low on his hips. Pressing my lips together, I quickly looked away from his muscular, bowed legs.
I tried to focus on the wine, but sinful thoughts about what I knew was hidden underneath the soft grey fabric filtered through my mind. Taking a deep breath to steady my increasing pulse didn’t help as his signature cologne filtered into my lungs again. Flashbacks of times spent together, naked bodies pressed against one another, hours and hours of taking the time to learn one another’s bodies invaded my mind relentlessly.
I could feel the heat rising up my neck, into my ears and cheeks. Shaking my head to physically try and clear my thoughts, I looked up into Jensen’s eyes, my question for what he wanted to drink poised on the tip of my tongue. It fell the second I saw the all-knowing smirk sitting on his plush lips.
“What?” I feigned innocence.
“Nothing,” he said coolly, the smirk continuing to sit on his face.
I rolled my eyes, knowing that I’d been caught looking. “Whatever Jens. What would you like to drink with your pizza? I have water, Cabernet, or your standard beer.”
The playful look in his stunning green eyes softened into one of melancholy as he thought of his answer. “Cabernet is good.”
I poured us both glasses, trying to ignore, yet embrace, the familiarity of this whole scenario. A hang out with pizza and wine is how we became friends. It’s fitting that this is how we start repairing what we once lost, friendship.
That is what we’re working towards, I remind myself.
Reaching up I grab a plate for Jensen and go to close the upper cabinet door.
“Are you not going to use a plate?” Jensen asked, his head tilting slightly towards his shoulder.
“Oh, I wasn’t going to -” I started to say.
“I didn’t order your favorite pizza just to eat it all by myself. Grab another plate,” he shook his head as he chuckled softly.
“Fine,” I smiled, rolling my eyes and reaching back up for another plate, passing them both over to Jensen.
I grab the glasses of wine and Jensen grabs the pizza box in his free hand, then together we walk to my couch and both take a seat next to one another. The scent of the pizza wafted up from the box as he opened it. It was really thoughtful of him to order my favorite pizza, not to mention crazy that he still remembers what it is. I glanced over at Jensen, taking in his relaxed features.
Him being here felt natural, as if the past five years hadn’t happened. I pulled my lips in between my teeth and then rolled them back out.
“Wanna watch Supernatural?” Jensen looked over at me, waggling his eyebrows. A devilish grin was quickly making its way onto his lips. “I’ll tell you all the dirty details while we watch.”
“Sure,” I laugh heartily at his silliness.
One episode turned into three, turned into four and before we knew it, it was the early hours of the morning. I yawned as I checked the time on my phone again, 2:24 am. Still, our conversation had not been had. Jensen opted to fill our conversation full of episode knowledge and less personal questions that helped us each fill in the 5 year gap we spent apart.
Glancing over at Jensen I could tell he was slowly falling asleep. His upper body was slumped into the back of the couch, his eyelids drooping dangerously low. Leaning close to Jensen, our shoulders brushing and faces merely inches apart, I quickly take in all of his face from up close.
The same constellation of freckles are dusting his lightly tanned skin. A few more wrinkles have permanently etched themselves by his eyes, but they add all the more character to his face. It shows me that he has smiled a lot over the years, which is all I could ask for.
“Hey darling,” he whispers gruffly from his half-awake state. His Texan twang slipped into the end of the pet-name, sending butterflies skyrocketing around my belly. I had always been a sucker for that southern twang.
“Hey, it’s late. We should head to bed,” I softly whisper, barely loud enough to hear myself.
“Right,” he sighs, closing his eyes fully while taking in a deep breath before slowly wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his warm chest.
As I’m trying to wrap my brain around what just happened, Jensen slowly adjusts so that we are both laying down on the deep-set leather couch, adjusting the blankets we had wrapped ourselves in hours ago.
“Night, Y/N. Sleep tight, darling,” he mumbled as he adjusted himself slightly so that I could lay between him and the couch a little more.
Brows slightly furrowed, but quickly losing the energy to fight the situation, I rested my head down on his chest. Burrowing further under the plush blanket, I let Jensen’s steady heartbeat lull me into a deep sleep.
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summary: at an 'end of college' party, his negative thoughts regarding their age gap come back and cloud over his head – leaving it to her to chase these clouds away once and for all.
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warnings: age gap (he's 43, she's in her early 20s), + cheesiness and mostly fluffiness at its finest, not proof read, i'm not a native english speaker
a/n: okay so i usually don't like writing with men who got a wife and a lovely family – and honestly i'm such a fan of the ackles family, everyone included. i love danneel, their kids are so adorable and they are this absolutely perfect family in my eyes. but i just had to write this after the thought occured one fine evening. i mean no disrespect to any of the ackles though.
It all begins when they both finish their drinks and he offers to get the two of them another fill. She leans back against the wall she's been standing next to and watches her boyfriend right until he disappears in the crowd of college students.
Then her eyes move around the room, catching sight of a couple people – mainly girls – looking at Jensen move across the room just like she's done. (y/n) tilts her head, trying to read their expressions – are they checking him out, thinking about how attractive he is, are they staring because it's Jensen freaking Ackles, or are they judging them, well, more precisely her for dating someone this much older? Someone who's also super famous?
It's not like she truly cares, whichever is the answer. If they're drooling over him because of either his looks or his fame, she out of all people can perfectly understand. God, she's been doing that every time she saw him ever since they first met. She doesn't blame anyone for doing the same. It's often still too hard to comprehend what a man like him is doing with someone like her.
And if they're indeed judgemental, it's their problem, not hers. She knows exactly what she feels, she knows what the man truly means to her, even if others can't understand it – she knows that she's not only with him for his popularity and money. And what's most important, he doesn't think that either – he knows exactly what is between them, and that's more than enough.
In the past year – since they've gone public about their relationship – (y/n)'s gotten used to all of this. Hell, they've been to award shows and premieres together, and on a couple dates in public places. Even if they try to keep it on the low and share as little of their life as they can, it's inevitable to get articles, comments written about them.
Luckily he has this talent of making her worries disappear, seemingly with nothing but a flick of his wrist, like some kind of a magic trick.
(y/n)'s been trying to convince him that she doesn't mind missing this party, that she'd much rather spend the evening with him, back at his or her place doing literally nothing, than at this party, without him. But he was unpersuadable – he told her that she deserves a night out, to have fun and be amongst the people who's graduated now just like she has. After the crazy amount of studying and all the exams she's finally free, and she has to celebrate it properly.
She eventually agreed, under one condition – he's coming with her. It's not like she's going to enjoy it fully if he's not there. And why would she spend the precious time she could be spending with him, without him? Jensen reluctantly conceded and so now they're here at said party.
He looks breathtaking and by far she couldn't keep her hands off him, clinging into him no matter how hard he first tried to object, saying that she should go spend time with her friends instead. Though it's not like he's not enjoying the attention she gives him – he's been almost as clingy as her ever since he's given in to her.
"Hey, (y/n)!" a voice wakes her from her thoughts as she's still staring off in the distance, at the place she's last seen Jensen before the crowd swallowed him on his way to the bar.
She blinks, shaking her head to get back to reality as she moves her glance to the guy standing next to her. At first she doesn't recognise him, and she frowns, searching her mind of any memory of him. Then he raises his hand and runs his fingers through his hair, and the movement just seems so familiar, as if she's seen it multiple times already.
"Oh, Matt, hi!" (y/n) giggles when her mind catches up. "At first I didn't recognise you without your glasses."
He lets out a laugh, and she ponders over how interesting is the outstanding difference only a pair of glasses can mean. Then her thoughts wander to how Jensen would look wearing them, searching up photos in her mind of the rare occasion he's worn one. She has to bite back a chuckle when one in particular comes up in front of her inner eyes, and instead she makes herself focus on the boy standing next to her, who's just asking her how she's feeling.
Jensen leans back against the counter as he's waiting for the bartender to get their drinks and let's his eyes take in the scene. As the crowd moves like waves of the ocean, he catches sight of his girlfriend. She's giggling, her whole face lighting up with joy and he takes a moment to just admire her – she looks purely angelic. How did he ever deserve a woman as amazing as her?
Then, as he follows her gaze only a moment later, he sees the guy standing next to her. The one that's probably making her giggle. Jensen blinks, gulps, then clears his throat and while trying hard to pretend he doesn't feel the way his heart clenches, watches on.
He's never been one to often feel insecure, but ever since he's met this girl, it has happened on multiple occasions. And it's not that he feels like he's not enough, as a man, as a romantic partner, not even as an actor – no, he just feels like for her it might not be enough. She's never said so, never even implied, but he still can't help thinking about it.
This is where she belongs. Amongst people her age, who are at the same stage in their lives as she is. Life should be like this for her – attending college parties or later work parties, with guys more or less her age (and he means a couple years of a difference at most) coming to chat her up. She's supposed to be going on dates with anyone she might be interested in, and trying to find the one for her – all in her age group.
She has to find a boyfriend who's her age, and not as old as him – she deserves better than this. This being a possible pressure his age might cause. If he wants marriage and even kids, he needs to hurry a bit more. Well, a lot more than she does. (y/n) has her whole life ahead of her, she can wait with settling down and starting a family until she's older – even if she waits ten or fifteen years, she'll still be good to go, whilst him? He's soon running out of time to do all that. If he wants to do it without being the age of a grandpa, at least.
And how's it gonna be when they grow older? When he eventually dies? She'll still be quite young even if he lives a reasonable age – but with many wasted years behind she could've spent with enjoying her life to the fullest doing things people her age do, with people who probably won't be gone that much sooner than her.
There's a genuine possibility that he will get ill, some old-age disease that leads to her having to take care of him like some nurse, spending her days making sure he, an old man has everything he needs.
With dark thoughts clouding over his head he grabs the two drinks the bartender has just placed on the counter next to him and strolls back to the other side of the room. He hands (y/n) her drink and she gives him an absentminded kiss on the cheek while still paying attention to Matt's story.
If she'd known how funny the guy is, she would've probably talked with him more, before the lecture they had together on Wednesdays had started.
When finishing his story he looks at the newly arrived man expectantly, (y/n) takes the chance and introduces the two. "Matt, this is my boyfriend, Jensen. Honey, this is Matt, we had Psychology together."
They shake hands and politely greet each other, saying the usual good to meet you's and sporting friendly smiles.
"Great job with Supernatural, loved the show," Matt nods at the older man.
"Thanks, appreciate it!" Jensen smiles a bit wider, but (y/n) can still sense that something's off.
They start making small talk about it – well, mainly Matt explaining what he thinks about the TV series, telling little stories related to it. He definitely can talk a lot, she mentally notes as she smiles joyously at the two of them.
Listening to them she subconsciously glances at Jensen, instantly noticing how his facial expression looks somewhat strange – as if the curiosity and small smile he's looking at Matt with is somewhat forced. Jensen never forces a smile at a fan, he loves hearing them tell their thoughts about the show. (y/n) places her drink in her other hand, letting her now free fingers move down and intertwine with his, her eyes back on Matt as she listens to his story.
Her boyfriend tenses up for a second, she can feel the twitch of his fingers against the back of her hand before they soften again, letting go of whatever has caused the tension in him, and he moves a little bit to make the positioning of their hands more comfortable for both of them. It's such a natural act that it calms her mind – right until his pointer finger starts drumming a light rhythm on her skin. He never does that.
Eventually her fellow freshly graduated, now used to be college student ends the conversation – excusing himself after catching sight of another friend he's wanted to talk to. Matt leaves, and (y/n) can finally place all her attention on Jensen. She turns so she's leaning against the wall with one shoulder for support, facing him as she brings the cup to her lips to take a sip of her drink. "What is it?"
Her boyfriend only shrugs, not saying a word, instead he just mirrors her actions and takes a gulp.
"I can see something's bothering you, Jay. Tell me," she shifts closer to him, even though they've been standing pretty close already. Their arms fully press into the other's, and she mindlessly starts moving her thumb against the back of his hand – one simple and instinctive motive to try and calm his mind of whatever he's thinking about.
Nonetheless Jensen can't make himself say the words – it's bad enough he's ruining her whole life, why should he ruin this one night too that was supposed to be nothing but fun? She's here to celebrate, to enjoy the freedom that finally came, to have fun, and not to get reminded by him of the fact that she should be with someone else.
(y/n) sighs, rolling her eyes playfully at his stubbornness, then she presses a soft kiss against his lips. Just as he responds to it and kisses her back, slightly reluctant but still with passion – he could never resist her no matter how moody he felt –, she leans back, and pushing herself off the wall, makes her way towards the door, pulling him behind her by his hand.
Neither of them says a word as they're walking down the small hill the building is upon, right to the lakeside. (y/n) enjoys the sudden quiet, only gentle murmurs coming from the party, the loud music and the chatter of people taming down to a comfortable volume.
She sways lightly to the sound, right next to him as they stand staring at the dark surface of the water, purposely bumping into his side every once in a while and slowly sipping on her drink. An occasional waiting glance is flashed his way, their eyes always connecting without difficulty as he's constantly looking at her.
"You're not gonna leave me alone until I tell you, am I right?" Jensen sighs eventually.
"Nope," she answers, popping the 'p', then letting go of his hand she sits down on the grass below their feet.
He follows suit, copying her movements in half a second, immediately reaching for her hand as he's seated on the ground – he wants to, no, has to feel her skin under his skin. His fingers feel too cold, too empty without hers to hold.
The night is crispy and clear, the almost full moon shining down at them brightly – even stars are visible, despite the light pollution of the city. The air's cold just enough to cool their hot and slightly sweaty skins, but not to make them feel chilly. For a few minutes they silently watch the blades of grass bow to the force of the faint breeze moving around them.
Eventually, he lets out another sigh and speaks up, with uncertainty apparent in his voice. He opens his heart, telling her everything that's been on his mind since he's gone to get those drinks.
For (y/n), it feels like a tiny heartbreak hearing his words. Hell, she already knew that sometimes it bothered him – her not being with a guy her age –, they've already had conversations about it in the past years they've been together, but she never knew it affected him this much.
"How long have you been feeling like this?"
"Long enough to know I'm right," Jensen shrugs, she can feel his arm moving against hers even without looking.
"And what if you're not?" (y/n) finally turns her head his way, just in time to catch the glare he sends her. "What?"
"You know that I am, (y/n/n), don't pretend."
"You might be right in some of the things you've said, but definitely not all, this is what I know," she corrects him.
He keeps on looking at her with obvious disbelief, making her sigh. "Look, Jensen. I'm not wasting my time with you like you phrased it, because I love you and I love being with you. It'll never be a waste of time," the girl grips his hand even tighter, moving her other to surround his reassuringly.
When she sees him open his lips to object, (y/n)'s swift to continue speaking. "I'm also not missing out on all the fun, because you mean all the fun to me and with you, I experience things, adventures I wouldn't even think of otherwise."
His lips curve into a tiny smile – one so small that not everyone would even be able to notice it, but knowing him as well as she does, she can easily spot it. She takes it as a good sign, but knows that it's not enough to make him get rid of the negative thoughts, it's obvious in the way he looks away from her that his smile is only momentary.
"I know there will be times when it will be hard, but hasn't I proved to you enough that I don't mind? Even if I have to take care of you when you get old, I don't mind. And I know you're thinking about me being a widow in the future, but who cares about it right now? We still have so much time until then. Or it might not even be true. What if something happens and I'm the first one to die?"
The look in his eyes darken once more, his expression growing sour. (y/n) mentioning death – and especially her own – isn't helping the situation, it just makes him worry and sulk for a totally different reason.
Knowing exactly that it didn't make him any happier – but it's something that she had to address –, she goes to change the subject to something lighter. "Would you want to start a family with me?" (y/n) smiles brightly at her boyfriend, speaking with a teasing tone in her voice as she addresses the next thing he mentioned.
His eyes flicker back to hers, not being able to decide if she's joking or if she's serious. Letting out a chuckle of disbelief, he keeps on staring at her, waiting for her to crack and join in his laughter – but that never comes. He quietens down, examining her closely, but she doesn't even blink.
"What do you mean?" Jensen mumbles a minute or so later.
"All I'm saying is that I don't mind settling down and have my own family now," (y/n) shrugs with a grin still playing on her lips. "As long as it means I can have you forever and have kids that are half you half me run around our house," she adds giggling – successfully drawing a gentle, but honest laugh out of him as well.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course I am. Anyway, it's not like I'm fifteen or anything, it's not illegal, you know, for me to get married and become a mom at this age. I won't be a teen mom either or throw my life away because of our marriage and kids. Other people my age do the same."
Jensen feels his heart flutter and the blood rush to his face hearing her words. It's as if he's dreaming – he has to fight the urge to pinch himself to make sure he's not. She talks about it so nonchalantly, as if they're only discussing the weather, when on the other side of the conversation, he feels completely speechless.
"Will you marry me?" he blurts out, the words leaving him before he can think them over, his eyes widening slightly only a moment later as they catch up to his mind.
(y/n) erupts in giggles once again, taken aback by his abruptness.
"What? I'm serious," he insists, the grin on his face so wide it splits his face in two. There's no sign of his previous moodiness anymore – he's all cheery and radiant. "I don't have a ring at the moment, but I mean it. I wanna be with you forever, and I want to make this official."
Her sounds of joy calm down and settle into a dazzling smile that's similar to his in broadness.
"I want to wake up to the sight of you sleeping next to me every single morning, in our bed, in our house," he continues. "I know it's corny, but I can't help being the sentimental old man I am."
(y/n) playfully slaps his upper arm, gently pushing him further away from her within the same movement for the thing he's just said. Jensen already expects it to happen so he immediately reacts, and reaching out with his free hand, he grabs hers before she can withdraw it, pulling her into his body in one simple motion.
She falls against his chest laughing, the air leaving her lungs in a soft puff. After a glance down at her face to check he hasn't been too rough he joins in her laughter.
"I wanna wake up every morning next to you, too," (y/n) answers a couple long, happy seconds later.
Their eyes connect and revel in the sparkling of the other's, communicating without words.
Suddenly a thought pops up in her head and she bites back a giggle as she speaks up again. "But without a ring don't expect me to say yes."
They burst out laughing at the exact same moment, with Jensen nodding away, making a mental note to take her to choose a ring the next day – already planning how to properly ask her because as good of a story this will be for their kids and grandkids, she deserves something more unique and grand.
And as he's watching her laugh so free and blissful, there's only one thing on his mind. God, tomorrow can't come soon enough.
A/N: Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?
A holiday (Christmas centric) Jensen x Female!Reader Best Friends to Lovers series for @spnchristmasbingo. Un-beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Header created by me with images from Google. Chapter word count: 3371
Series Warnings: break up; angst-ish at times (if you squint), but mostly all the fluff.
I consider this an AU, as Jensen is single in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.
The slight chill of a Vancouver December morning roused you from a peaceful sleep, making you snuggle further into the down blanket and comfort of your plush bedding. It was two weeks until Christmas and the weather was supposed to be a balmy high of 32 degrees today, so you had planned to stay in, do some shopping online, and stay by your cozy fireplace with every holiday movie you could find. Willing yourself to get five more minutes of shut eye seemed like a helpless feat as the wintry cold seeped into your apartment. You opened your eyes to the gentle prisms of light floating in through the adjacent window, the sunrise indicating it was time to get up for the day.
Sitting up to perch on the side of your bed and grabbing your wide-rimmed glasses from the nightstand, you slid your chilled toes into the warm slippers waiting and shrugged on your fuzziest sweater. It may be time for that fire sooner than you thought.
Padding into your kitchen to get a much-needed caffeine fix after last night’s dinner and drinks with the rest of the cast and crew, you took your favorite mug from the cabinet and loaded the coffee maker, making an extra cup or two for you and any visitors you might have a bit later.
Jensen’s apartment was down the hall, and if you knew him, he’d still be sleeping, but he’d probably wander over at some point this morning. Cradling the mug in your hands warmed them slightly and sent a shiver down your spine. Even your warmest pajamas and the heat from the thermostat did little against the Canadian winds. Laughing slightly to yourself, you’d thought you’d be used to it after six years of winters here.
You wandered towards the windows of your living room to pull back the long curtains. It was a favorite spot to have your coffee and gaze at the sights of Vancouver. Settling on the window seat, you felt a warmth spread through you as you noticed it had snowed in the night, and from the looks of it, it was a depth of fresh, soft powder – a type that you rarely saw growing up in Texas. People were bundled up tightly as they walked the streets, but a few people, adults and kids alike, were already out playing in the thick blanket of snow.
As your coffee began to warm you through, you couldn’t help the giddy feeling of joy that rose at the sight – it made the holiday season and the spirit of it even more intense than just viewing the lights of downtown and the large decorations everywhere. For some reason, snow just sealed it all up in a nice little bow.
Sure enough, about halfway into your second cup of coffee, you heard a key in your door and Jensen shuffled in, still wearing his pj’s with tousled hair, but he had thrown on a thick sweater too.
“Good morning.” You called, still seated at the large window.
“Mornin’ sweetheart.” He replied with a quick wave as he tossed his keys on the counter and waltzed into your kitchen in search of his mug, his voice still thick and gruff with sleep.
He mixed his cream and sugar and took a long sip, letting out a contented sigh after the steaming liquid entered his body. He was notoriously grumpy without his coffee, but he always met you with a sweet greeting when he came over. Walking around your kitchen island and into your open living room, he slumped into the recliner across from you and pulled the leaver to release the footing, allowing him to lean back with his feet up. He adjusted himself to get comfortable, careful to not spill the mug in his hand.
“What time did you get in last night?” you asked, taking another sip from your own cup.
He covered his eyes with his free hand, still obviously tired. “About 2:30. You know how Jared gets when we break for hiatus, he never wants the party to end. He was still talking to me as I was shutting my door.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Jared was the most social person you’d ever met and knowing that he wouldn’t be back to Canada and on set for a month, he would always soak up every little bit of time he had with the cast and crew. Even though Jensen was griping about it now, you knew he also didn’t mind. He’d probably be missing everyone, especially Jared, about four days into the break. You didn’t get home until about 1 a.m., and that was only because you were beginning to doze off in your cocktail.
“Tell Cliff thanks again for driving me home last night. I just couldn’t cut it.”
“Yeah, I know… Lightweight.” Jensen teased.
“Hey, you didn’t have a 5 a.m. set call yesterday like some of us.”
Jensen huffed a small laugh from his seat, still resting his hand across his closed eyes. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and his green Henley stretched across his biceps as he rested his coffee on his thigh. A slight 5 o’clock shadow and the bedhead he was sporting all combined into a handsome image. He may be your best friend, but you could still appreciate the looks the man was blessed with.
Seemingly close to falling back asleep, you called to him in a hushed voice, “Jay. If you want to go back to sleep just put your coffee mug on the table, okay?”
“Hmmmph. No, I’m up.” He fibbed, as evident from the way he blinked widely once he opened his eyes again. Forcing himself to stand, otherwise he would really fall back asleep instead of just resting his eyes, he walked towards you with his cup, dragging his feet slightly as his legs sluggishly pulled him across the room. His head was down and his shoulders were wilted, but he was trying to get his body moving.
When he reached you, you felt his chest bump your shoulder before he rested his cheek on the crown of your head, his arm dangling by his side as he slumped. He took a deep breath before rubbing his hand across your back and standing, smiling as you peered up at him with a grin.
Licking his lips, he finally peered out to the streets below and his eyes went wide, “Y/n!” he practically shouted.
You flinched, “What? What’d I do?”
“You didn’t tell me it snowed!”
Giving a huff and a giggle, you couldn’t help but be sarcastic, “I’m sorry, was I supposed to while you were falling asleep in my chair?! Besides… it’s Canada. It’s not like snow is very rare here.”
“Y/n! That’s, like, snow! The kind we used to wish for when we were kids!”
“I know, I thought that too.”
“Well, c’mon!” he said, setting his cup down on the ledge. “We gotta go!”
“What? Go where?”
Jensen was already halfway through your living room and heading for the front door but paused to turn and point a finger in your direction, “You, me, snowman. Now.”
“Jay,” You whined. “It’s cold and its early. You sure you don’t want to just watch Netflix?”
“Y/n!” he said once again, looking as excited as a 12-year-old on a snow day from school. “Snowman! Please?” he begged, waving his arms frantically as he gestured outside.
“Okay, okay. Fine. No need to use your puppy eyes on me. I’ll meet you outside in 15 minutes.”
With that, a huge grin broke out on his face and he took off down the hall, leaving you to go in search of your heaviest ski jacket.
Jensen knocked on your door soon after you shrugged into the puffy coat, dressed in thick snow pants, his own jacket, and a black beanie and gloves with a small bag in his hand. Straitening your scarf before locking your door, he barely gave you a moment to put on your knitted pom beanie before he was pulling you by your hand towards the elevator of your building and pushing you out of the revolving doors into the frigid air. Heading to the side where a large park sat adjacent to your complex, he looked around before tugging you along to a spot with a large open space. He nodded to himself, as if to say he’d found the perfect place for his snowman-building escapade. As your boots crunched beneath you, you each began gathering handfuls of snow to make a large base, then packed and sculpted two more spheres. Though you initially protested, you had to admit that it was fun, and the coldness against your cheeks wasn’t bad after a bit, particularly after seeing how happy Jensen was when his finished product towered over yours. He’d managed to gather the majority of the snow within about a six-foot radius of where his snowman stood before piling it high.
“Hey, hey… look at that. An accurate height difference!” He touted, teasing you.
“Oh, hush you. It’s not my fault that you were given the extended version of the human body.” You glared at him playfully.
He laughed as he bent to rummage in the bag he’d brought, producing two carrots. He wiggled them in his hands before handing one to you. He was just about to place it in a very telling place when you grabbed a handful of snow and threw it in his direction.
“Jensen!” You berated. “That’s not where the carrot goes! There’s kids out here!”
He stood up slowly, turning to you with a serious smirk, “Did you seriously just throw a snowball at me?”
Wiping your hand on your pantleg quickly, you gave him a mischievous grin, “Who, me? I’d never.”
“Oh, its on!” he declared as he bent to scoop up the little bit of remaining snow in his reach, that which he hadn’t used for his snowman.
Ducking behind your own, he threw and missed, sending the snow flying passed you. A quick grab from around you produced another snowball that you chucked from behind your shield, hitting him square in the chest. The fight lasted for a good while, the two of you trying your hardest to target the other as many times as possible and receiving some laughs and glances from passersby as they walked along the sidewalk. Finally, Jensen gave up and took off towards you, chasing you in circles before he tackled you into the plush ice, pinning you beneath him as he tried to bury you both.
“Jay! Oh my God, stop! Its freezing!” you yelled through your laughter.
“Truce?” he asked, his eyebrows raised in a challenge.
He was still on top of you, his nose and cheeks a bit flushed from the wintry air. He still had that devilish smirk on his face, but his green eyes were soft and something beneath them made your heart flutter slightly in your chest. He scanned your face quickly before glancing towards your lips, but you were quick to snatch another fistful of snow to smash onto his head. Scrambling out from underneath him, you ran as he said something about you being a cheater before he jumped to his feet.
After the war ended and a truce was finally declared, you both put the finishing touches on your snowmen after you found sticks for the arms and coerced Jensen to put the carrot in the right spot. He stood back proudly, admiring your handiwork.
“Hey.” He gestured to you, “C’mere.”
A bit warry that he was going to tackle you again, you came to his side as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and turned on the camera. Pulling you into him, he said, “Gotta have evidence of our masterpieces.” He reached around your waist and tugged you in close, framing both of you and your snowmen in the background. The cold air made the tip of your nose and the apples of your cheeks change in color, and there was still some snow in your hair from when Jensen wrestled you, but both of you smiled widely. Feeling the scruff of his short beard against your temple and his arms wrapped around you made you think about the way his eyes danced across your face moments ago, but the thought was quickly dismissed as he stepped away from you slightly after he made sure the picture wasn’t too blurry.
“Oh, crap. Is that what time it is?” he said, alarmed, looking at his phone screen. “I have to meet Stacy in an hour.”
Stacy was his publicist and agent, but he usually didn’t meet with her during the hiatus. “You’re meeting Stacy today? What’s up?” you asked, a bit confused.
“She wants to talk to me about this movie. Some sort of romantic drama she thought I may be good for.”
“Oh,” you replied, “that’s great! You didn’t tell me! Would you have to cut back filming the show?” While you were a bit surprised, you were genuinely happy for him.
“Stacy knows Supernatural comes first, so I hope not.”
“Well, let’s get inside so you can warm up and change. I was going to make my mom’s chili and cornbread for dinner tonight, if you want to join me after your meeting.”
The excitement on his face was palpable as his eyes lit up the moment you said it, “You know how much I love your mom’s chili. We’re just meeting for coffee near her office, so I’ll bring the beer.”
As you were walking back into the building, your phone rang. It was Stephen, your boyfriend of three months.
“Stephen, hey.” You said as you entered the elevator, not missing the slight eyeroll that Jensen gave.
“Hey, honey. How are you? I didn’t want to call too early, just in case you were still sleeping after last night.”
“I’m good, thanks. Actually, just got done building a snowman with Jensen.”
A short silence followed, until Stephen spoke up again. “Oh, that’s nice.” He said, his voice noticeably clipped. “Well, I’m going to take my lunch break soon. Would you like to meet up? I can come to your side of town.”
“Uh, sure. I’ll meet you at that café on 3rd in about a half an hour?”
“Sounds great. See you there.”
Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you ignore Jensen’s stare as the elevator climbed to your floor.
“So…” he pressed. “Stephen?”
“Yeah, Stephen. We’re going to meet up for lunch while you have your meeting.”
“Hmph.” He huffed.
“Jay, we’ve known each other our whole lives and to this day you’ve never liked a single guy I’ve ever dated. What’s wrong with Stephen?”
“I don’t know. He’s just kind of… meh.”
He wasn’t lying, if you were being truthful. Stephen was meh. He was cute and had nice eyes and dimples, but he didn’t make you laugh. He was a bit dull and your sense of humor didn’t mesh with his well. Still, you thought that it might get a bit better once you got to know each other and began to understand one another more. Your relationship was still very casual, but maybe it could go further? You weren’t really sure, honestly.
“What about you and Laura?” you asked, quickly changing the subject.
“I told you… that was nothing.” He quipped as you reached your door. “We went on like three dates.”
“Yeah, the last one being just this past week.”
“Yeah, and it just didn’t go well.”
You let out a small sigh. Discussing your dating lives wasn’t really something the two of you loved to do with each other. Maybe when you were teenagers, yeah. You’d asked each other for advice and gossiped a bit about the people in your high school, but as you grew into adults it just became a subject you both steered away from besides the occasional, hey I’ve got a date conversation. Neither of you had ever really found a person that the other approved of, each finding a reason to be picky every time.
“I’m sorry, Jay. I’m just deflecting.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I was pushing.” He said sincerely with a small smile. “Well, you enjoy lunch. My meeting’s at 1:30 across town, so I should be back by 4 at the latest. Pick out a movie for us, okay?”
“Sounds great. I will.” With that, he kissed you quickly on the side of your head and went into his apartment as you ducked into yours. You freshened up quickly and changed, grabbing a different peacoat, hat, and scarf as your others were still wet.
It was a short walk to the café, and they had good sandwiches. You were surprisingly hungry, so you were glad to see Stephen waiting outside for you. He gripped your hand tightly and gave you a quick kiss in greeting before leading you into the restaurant. You were seated and ordered quickly, knowing that he would have to return to work soon.
“So, how has your day been?” You asked as you shrugged off your coat, hanging it on the chair behind you.
“It’s been… good.” He muttered.
“Uh oh,” You said, getting his attention as he looked away from you. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, really. I was just surprised to hear that you were with Jensen today. You had mentioned you were going to stay home.”
Stephen smiled, almost in an attempt to let you know that he was trying to be lighthearted about it, but you could tell it bothered him.
“Yeah, when he saw it snowed last night, he just really wanted to make a snowman.” You laughed, trying to steer away from the subject. Stephan wasn’t overstepping, but he also wasn’t going to prevent you from spending time with Jensen. The two of you had been inseparable since, well, practically since birth. Your parents had been the best of friends, so you were pretty much raised together.
“Have you, um…” Stephen began, hesitantly. “I know you’ve been friends forever, but have you ever had feelings for him?”
His blue eyes shown with a slight jealousy as you felt a slight pang to your heart.
“No, of course not.” You managed to say with a steady voice and a smile as you picked up your napkin to place in your lap.
It was a lie, one that you’d been telling for years. At one point in your life, you were in love with Jensen. But, the past was in the past. If Jensen didn’t even know, why should Stephen?
Stephen seemed satisfied with your response for the most part, and the two of you had a pleasant lunch. When you stepped away to use the restroom, your phone chimed. Stephen tried not to even look towards your side of the table where your phone sat, but when he saw Jensen’s name, he read the text quickly before the screen dimmed.
Hey, sweetheart. Finishing up here soon and then I’ll be heading home. Do you need me to grab anything from the store?
Stephen knew the two of you were a package deal, and thought he could honestly be alright with it, but between working together and spending practically all of your time together, he was starting to wonder where he fit in in your life. He busied himself by checking his Instagram as he thought about what he should do and found that Jensen had tagged you in a photo from this morning. The caption was simple, just a few words about the filming hiatus and the first snow of the season, but the two of you were so close. Stephen found himself wishing that you could reserve a smile like that for him, but he had yet to see it.
It hurt, but he knew he couldn’t play second fiddle to Jensen. He cared about you, but perhaps it was better to bow out now.
“Hey, sorry about that.” You said brightly as you got back to the table, smiling. It still didn’t reach your eyes, though.
Stephen leaned forward on his elbows with a sigh, “Y/n, I think we should talk.”
To be continued...
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Summary: You and your best friend Lisa go to see Jensen and his band in concert, meeting up with the guys backstage after. Even though you have a fiancé, and your wedding is already booked, when Jensen flirts with you, will you turn him down?
Universe: Rockstar AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader
Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Smut - Each chapter will have its own warnings.
Total Words: 14K
Series complete
This is a work of fiction and Jensen is single and has no children. No disrespect to him or his family is intended.
A/N: This was written for Lau’s @dancingalone21 Summer Escape Challenge. This is like two years too late I’m so sorry for that love. I just had so much going on for a while that I just couldn’t write. My chosen destination was Honolulu, Hawaii. No beta and I know this is crap but this is my first piece of writing in a while so please take pity on me I’m rusty.
Summary: When you walk in on your fiancé in a compromising position, you pack up and take off on what would have been your honeymoon with your best friend. While in Hawaii, you run into Jensen who will forever change your life in a few short days.
One week. That was it before you were married to the love of your life Taylor. You couldn't wait. You had been planning this wedding for the last year and a half and it was finally here.
You had your final dress fitting today and it fits you beautifully. You felt like a princess. All your last final details were pretty much set. Now, all you had to do was check with Taylor to make sure he had all his final details put together.
That's where you were headed now. You were headed home to your beloved fiancé not expecting what you were about to walk into.
When you walk in the front door you immediately knew something was off.
"Taylor?" you yelled. No response. "Taylor, honey, are you home?" Still no response. You traveled further into your shared home and saw some clothes on the stairs on the way up to your bedroom. Female clothes that were not yours. It didn't take a genius to figure out what you were about to walk into.
You picked up the clothes on your way up to the door when you heard the moaning sounds of a woman being pleasured. At this point, you were fuming. ‘Really in our bed? One week away from our wedding?' you thought to yourself
"Taylor Shawn Ferly!" you shouted as you stormed through the door. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Or rather who the fuck, I guess is more appropriate."
"Y/N! I…. This…. You…. Fuck this is not what it looks like," Taylor said as he got off the slut naked in YOUR bed.
"Really???!!!?!?! Because it looks like you are fucking some slut in our house, in our room, in our bed a week before our wedding."
Just then Taylor moved just enough so you could see exactly who this homewrecker was, and you were not prepared for the sight before you. "RANDY! Are you fucking serious right now? That's low even for you Taylor. My fucking sister? I can't even believe what I am seeing right now. How could you do this to me, Randy? You are my sister and that is my fiancé. How could you sleep with him knowing we are getting married next week?" you cried.
"(Y/N), I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen," she pleaded.
"Yeah babe, we both didn't mean for this to happen," Taylor added.
You threw Randy's clothes at her and screamed, "Get the fuck out of my house." With that order, she ran out the door putting her clothes back on.
"Babe-" Taylor tried.
"Save it, asshole. If you didn't want this to happen and if you loved me, it wouldn't have happened. You are scum, the lowest of the low. You don't even deserve my screams right now, but I can't hold it back," you screamed as you yanked the diamond ring off your finger and threw it at him.
"I will be staying with Dana and she and I will be going on what was supposed to be our Hawaiian honeymoon," you cried as you grabbed your suitcase and started shoving all the clothes you could in it and pack other essentials from the bathroom that you might need.
Taylor started getting dressed and nodded his head. "Babe, can we at least talk about this?"
"No, this," you pointed between the two of you, "whatever it was is completely and 100% over. Done. You made your bed now you get to lie in it. Peace out dick head," you said as you walked out the door with your suitcase and got in your car and called Dana, your best friend.
Once you got to her house you explained everything that happened in the last hour and cried more over a bottle of wine.
"What a fucking asshole and your sister is a mega-bitch and slut," she said.
"I know. I should have known they were talking way too much lately. He kept saying it was for the wedding to take the stress off me a bit but considering both of their histories I should have seen it coming."
"Girl, you knock that off right now. He was supposed to love you. You shouldn't have had to worry about something like this happening."
"I know, but it still hurts. I did love him."
"I get that sweetie but screw him. He is the one losing a gem here, not you. But I know how we can get him back."
"Way ahead of you. Already have the tickets in my bag."
"That's my girl. You can still get your deposits back from all the wedding shit, right?"
"From the park, flowers, and catering, yes, but the dress, I'm biting the bullet on that one."
"That's fine you may still use that one day, but forget about that for now because, in one short week, we will be in Hawaii, baby."
"Yes, we will."
One Week Later
The sun was shining, and you were laid on the beach outside the Prince Waikiki Hotel in your brand-new bikini. Dana was up at the bar getting you both drinks to help get your mind off Taylor and Randy and the wedding you would never have.
You were caught in your thoughts about walking in on your now-ex when you felt something, or rather someone, trip over your legs. It was a little blond girl who looked about 5 years old and as adorable as can be.
"I'm sorry miss. I didn't mean to trip over you. I wasn't looking where I was going," the little girl said.
"It's okay sweetheart. No worries. Are you okay?" you responded.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
Just then a tall, handsome, brown-haired, green-eyed man came running over.
"I'm so sorry ma'am. We were playing frisbee and JJ here was running to catch it when she tripped over you," the handsome man said.
"It's fine. There were no injuries as long as she is okay is all that matters," you bent down to pick up the frisbee that landed next to you and turned to JJ. "Here you go, sweetie. I think this belongs to you," you said.
"Thank you, miss. Daddy let’s go play more," JJ said.
"In a minute JJ. I'm Jensen by the way and this is my daughter JJ," the man said as he held out his hand for you to shake.
"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you both," you responded as you shook his hand.
"Hey girl I got the drinks," Dana said as she walked over. "Who's this?"
"This is Jensen and his beautiful daughter JJ. We were just talking after JJ tripped over my legs," you said.
"Well it was nice to meet you, Y/N," Jensen said as he and JJ walked away.
"He was hot as hell. Did you get his number?" Dana asked.
"No. A guy as hot as that is most definitely taken not to mention he has a kid, so he is probably married to someone who is just as hot as him and hasn't been cheated on."
"Girl knock that off right now. You are fucking gorgeous and any man would be lucky as hell to have you."
With that, you just nodded and you both drank your drinks while enjoying the Hawaiian sun.
Later that Night
One of the benefits of the hotel you were staying at was they had a bunch of different fun events you could attend. Tonight, was Luau night and you had the perfect dress for it that wouldn't be too hot, and you would be comfortable. Dana wore her classic shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. When you both were done you headed out.
It was everything you hoped it would be. The tiki torches, the fire performers, the hula dancers, even the roasted pig. The only thing that would make it better would be a guy to enjoy the night with.
When you were in your thoughts you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see none other than little JJ.
"Daddy! Look who I found. It's Y/N," JJ said.
"Yes, you did, sweetie. Hello Y/N. Hello Dana," Jensen said.
"Hello, Jensen, why don't you and JJ sit here with Y/N and me?" Dana suggested.
You through her a ‘what do you think you are doing' look and turned to Jensen with a smile. "I'm sure Jensen has to go back and sit with his wife."
"Nope. No wife. Just me and JJ here and before you ask no girlfriend either. It's kind of a daddy-daughter thing," Jensen replied. "We would love to sit with you, right JJ?"
"YEAH!" JJ shrieked.
She settled into the seat next to you. You thought she was the most adorable little girl in the world. "So, JJ, what is your favorite food?"
"I like chicken and ‘pasghetti," she answered.
"Well, wouldn't you know those are my favorites too," you responded.
You spent the next hour giggling and playing with JJ. You were always good with children and she was such a good little girl it just came naturally to you. She was getting kind of sweaty, so you braided her hair for her, and she hugged you. You couldn't deny that you were forming a bond with this little girl.
What you didn't notice was the look that Jensen was giving you. He couldn't help but admire the way you interacted with his daughter. She was his whole world and the fact that it seemed to come so naturally for you just tickled him pink.
Soon after your main entrée arrived and that's when the chit chat between you and Jensen began. You figured out that you both grew up in Austin and both still live in Texas. You both had a lot in common and it was nice to finally be able to talk and not think about Taylor.
After the Luau Dana went back to the room, but you and Jensen wanted to continue the night a little bit longer. So, Jensen, JJ, and you all went walking along the beach for a while. JJ got tired after a bit, so you offered to carry her and she fell asleep in your arms.
"So, what brings you to Hawaii from good ol' Texas? "Jensen asked.
"You know just needed a vacation away from home. How about you?"
"Like I said before it's a daddy-daughter vacation. I try and get as much fun time with JJ as I can. She is my world and I try to give her everything I can."
"I can see that. She's a wonderful little girl. You are raising her well. Most little kids I meet don't even know what manners are, but she just seems to naturally get it."
"Well, thank you. I try my best. You should also commend yourself, you are great with her. I could help but see that at the luau tonight. She has taken a liking in you."
"I've always been good with children. I guess it's a gift."
"It really is."
Jensen looked down at his phone and saw that it was getting late. You guys said your goodbyes and he scooped up JJ and went back to their room while you took your time walking back yours think about how easy things were with Jensen. Nothing like they were with Taylor.
Next Day
“Hey Dana, why don’t we hit up the pool today?”
“Sounds good. Let me just grab some towels and we can head out. Do you need some sun tan lotion?”
“Naw I’m good.”
You and Dana head down to the enormous pool and decide on a set of chairs off to the side away from the main group of chairs. You get settled in with your towel under you and your shades on. Dana went to the pool bar to get you guys some drinks while you waited.
It had been about 20 minutes since Dana left and you began to wonder where the hell she was at. You turned around and looked towards the bar to see Dana leaning over the bar giggling with some tall scrawny dude that you knew was her type. At this point you knew she was as good as gone. You loved Dana to death, but she was a bit of a hoe, but that just made you love her even more. Anyway, you knew is meant she would be gone for a while and you would be left alone.
Before you could dwell on the fact that you were alone you heard a shriek that you would know anywhere. It was JJ and she came running up to you and gave you a hug which you were more than happy to return.
“JJ you can’t just run away like that,” said Jensen running up behind her. “Hi y/n what’s up?”
“Hey Jensen. I’m just sitting here all by my lonesome since my very rude best friend ditched me for a guy,” you replied.
“Well that was not very nice of her. Why don’t you spend the rest of the day with JJ and I?” he offered.
“Well, that sounds like a good day to me,” you said as you tickled JJ into a hug.
You guys spend the next few hours playing Marco polo in the pool, having pool noodle fights, and racing up and down the pool.
While JJ was sitting in your chair eating her fruit snacks Jensen pulled you aside. “Hey y/n would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”
His request shocked you. You were not expecting a man like that to be interested in a girl like you especially after what happened with Taylor. You didn’t think anyone would be interested in you. “What about JJ? What are you gonna do about her when we go out?”
“I got that covered. We came with my best friend Jared and his family and he has already agreed to watch her for me if I wanted some alone time.”
“In that case I guess dinner sounds nice.”
“Good I’ll pick you up at 7. Does that sound good?”
“Sounds good.” At this point it was almost 5 so you both agreed that you would go to your rooms to get ready for your evening. You gave both Jensen and JJ hugs and you guys went your separate ways.
You were glad you decided to bring one dressy outfit as now you clearly needed it. You showered and put on your summer dress. You did all the prep that women usually do for dates, the hair, the make-up, and the works. You walked out to see Dana dressed up as well.
“Hey good looking, what are you all dressed up for?” you asked Dana.
“You know that guy I met earlier? Well, he invited me out tonight. What about you?”
“Well, I have a date with Jensen tonight.”
“That’s awesome.”
Before you could continue there was a knock on the door. You looked at the clock and saw that it was exactly 7 o’clock. You had to admire his punctuality.
You opened the door and he was like a dream. He was so handsome and couldn’t figure out why in the world he would pick a girl like you.
“You look beautiful,” Jensen said.
“Thank you, Jensen. You don’t look to bad about yourself.”
You and Dana said your goodbyes and she told you not to wait up and you left with Jensen.
You pulled up to one of the most beautiful and fancy restaurants you have ever seen. You both go in and of course he has a reservation which you had no idea how he got in such short time considering the place was packed. You got to the table and he pulled the chair out for you and did all the gentlemanly things you didn’t think guys did anymore.
“This is so nice. How did you ever get a reservation here?” you asked.
“I have my ways,” he said with a gorgeous smile.
“So, what is it you do for a living?”
“I’m actually an actor. I am on a show called Supernatural.”
“That’s why you look so familiar. I have seen an episode or two of that show, but I don’t really have a lot of time for tv.”
“It’s nice to not have someone recognize you,” he giggled. “What is it that keeps you so busy?”
“I am a social worker.”
“Very nice. That explains why you are so good with kids.”
“Well I actually got the job because I was already good with kids and I got the degree of course.”
At this point the waiter came over and gave you your drinks and took your dinner orders.
“Tell me how’s a beautiful girl like you still single?”
You cringed at the question. You knew this was bound to come up sooner or later. You were just hopping it would be later rather than sooner. “Honestly, I just got out of a serious relationship that did not end well at all. It’s kinda the real reason I took this trip.”
“I see. Do you mind if I ask what happened?”
“It’s fine. I was actually engaged to my long-time boyfriend Taylor. I thought we were madly in love and couldn’t wait for our wedding. But a week before we were supposed to get married, I came home from work a little early and caught him in bed with another woman.”
“That’s messed up.”
“Yeah the worst part was that the woman was my sister Randy.”
“Talk about the ultimate betrayal.”
“Yeah so suffice to say I called off the wedding and this trip was supposed to be our honeymoon, but the tickets were non refundable so my friend Dana suggested that we take the vacation to let loose and not think about it. However, this all happened a little over a week ago and forgetting about is not quite that easy.”
“I can imagine. That is terrible. I am so sorry that happened to you.”
“Me too. Anyway, how are you still single?”
“Well, single dad thing aside, my job also keeps me very busy.”
“What about JJ’s mom?”
“I knew that would come up eventually. We were actually married for a few years and I thought we were happy, but I guess she wasn’t. About a year ago we got divorced because she said my job took too much of my time. Which she wasn’t wrong about. So, we got divorced but still maintain a good relationship for JJ’s sake. There’s no hate there.”
“That’s so nice. It’s wonderful you guys could put your problems aside for JJ.”
“Yeah, that little girl is everything to us. Anyway, do you have any kids?”
“No. Unfortunately my job has kept me too busy for that, but I would like to one day.”
Before Jensen could respond the waiter came over with your dinner and you began to eat. The rest of the night went along smoothly with you and Jensen talking about personal details about yourself. You took a walk along the beach after dinner until you realized it was getting late.
Jensen being the gentleman he was walked you to your door.
“I had a really great time tonight,” you said.
“Me too. You are such an easy person to talk to. It’s like I’ve known you forever,” he replied as he leaned in slowly and placed his lips gently on yours and began to kiss you. Of course, you reciprocated. As the kiss starts to deepen you push back a little and grab the key to your door and unlocked it. Jensen kissed you again as you both walked into the room and closed the door behind you.
The Next Morning
You woke up the next morning to feel the bed next to you empty. You got up still wrapped in the bed sheet and saw a note on the side table.
Good Morning Y/N,
Sorry I had to leave early. I had to get JJ and didn’t want to wake you up. I had a great time with you last night and hope we can do it again
Xoxo Jensen
You smiled at the note and decided to get ready for the day. You laid out your outfit and jumped into the shower.
After you were dressed and doing your hair Dana strolled in still wearing last nights clothes. “Well, look who’s doing the walk of shame,” you said to Dana with a smile. She just smirked and walked into the bathroom.
You decided that you were going to do a little shopping, so you went down to the shops that were down the street from the hotel. However, when you got there you weren’t expected it to be as busy as it was. It was like Walmart on black Friday. Basically, it was a mad house.
Before you could turn around and head back to the hotel, you heard a crying noise. You walked around the corner and saw little JJ sitting on the ground huddled up and crying. She was all alone so you ran to her and grabbed her attention without scaring her. She saw you and ran into your arms.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong? Where’s your dad?”
“I lost him. I don’t know where he is. He was behind me then he was gone.”
“It’s okay sweetie. I got you. Let’s go find him together,” you said as you grabbed her hand.
You searched the first shop and found nothing. So, you continued from shop to shop until you hit the fourth shop and you finally found Jensen. JJ ran up to her father who engulfed her in a giant hug.
“Thank god you’re safe, JJ,” Jensen said as he kissed her head. “Thank you so much y/n. I was freaking out. I got lost in the crowd and the next thing I knew little JJ here was gone.”
“It was no problem Jensen. I’m just glad I found her.”
“Me too. Do you have any plans today?”
“Not really. I was just gonna do some shopping and chill why?”
“Well, we were just gonna do some shopping too. Care to join us?”
“Sure. That sounds like fun.”
You ended up spending the next few hours going from shop to shop with Jensen and JJ having a good time. You even went out to lunch where you and JJ made Jensen spill his drink on his pants and laughed at him saying he peed himself.
Since this was your last night in Honolulu you went to Jensen’s room so you could the talk you had been long dreading.
“Hey y/n, come in.”
“Hey Jensen, can we talk?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I have been dreading this conversation all day. But tonight, is my last night in Honolulu which means it’s the last night I’ll see you and JJ, and I really don’t want it to be the last time we see each other.”
“Me neither. I really think we have something special here despite only meeting less than a week ago. We both live in Texas why don’t we give this relationship a shot?”
“I really want to, but I live an hour away from Austin. How are we supposed to make that work?”
“An hour is nothing. We can figure the details out later but if you are willing to give this a shot then so am I. So, are you?”
“Yes.”
And with that Jensen pulled you into a kiss and your worries about the future faded away. You two would figure it out together.
