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event | feb '23 blurb night
summary | jake makes for the sweetest surprise during a valentine's day spent in the hospital.
pairing | best friend!jake jensen x college student!reader
warnings | reader is in the hospital (post-surgery), jakey is a little nervous so this is probably just as much reader comforting him as him comforting reader lol, this whole thing is just soft sweet fluffy goodness and i am so unapologetic about it- we all deserve adorable shy jakey who has a lil crush on us hehe <33
word count | 913
requested by @starksbabie | For blurb night what about Reader being in the hospital for Valentine’s Day so Jakey comes to surprise them with flowers and balloons?
an | thanks so much for this cute jakey request friend!! i thought it would be so cute to try out best friend!jake, i just think this would be the sweetest way for him to confess his love for reader hehe :'-) he's such a dork, i love him <333
February 14th is supposed to be an ordinary day for you. You've been in the hospital for a few weeks, recovering from a somewhat extensive operation. The routine of the unit is familiar to you now, and though it can get rather lonely at times, you're hopeful about being released soon. With only a few close friends knowing about your stay, you haven't had visitors yet, and aren't exactly anticipating any as most of your social circle is away at school.
Which makes it quite the surprise when your sweetheart of a nurse pops her head into your room, the biggest smile spread across her face as she tells you excitedly, "Y/n, I've got someone here to see you."
Lifting your head from your book, you raise your brow in confusion. Guessing it might be your doctor stopping by check in on you, you fold your page, stashing the paperback next to your pillow behind you as you straighten up a bit in your seat. "Oh?" you ask.
Before the nurse can respond, a familiar face appears beside her; with cheeks about as rosy as the bouquet of pink lilies in his hand, Jake smiles sheepishly at you. "H-hey y/n," he greets, the poor boy's gaze struggling to find yours as he looks over timidly.
Softening immediately at your friend's clear embarrassment, you grin brightly back at him as you coo, "Jakey! Oh, it's so good to see you- come on in!" Easing up a bit at your warm reaction to his surprise appearance, Jake makes his way over to your bed, settling down on the edge of the thin cot's mattress.
From her spot in the doorway, your nurse tells you both sweetly with a wink, "Have fun, you two," before closing the door to allow for some privacy.
"I-I hope you don't mind me showin' up unannounced like this," Jake rambles as he offers you the flowers; taking them gratefully, you bring them up to your nose for a brief inhale before smiling gently at the blonde.
"Of course I don't mind- this is the best surprise ever," you gush, reaching over to place the beautiful arrangement in the glass of water sitting on your bedside table. "It's so good to see you, Jakey," you tell him again, "what brings you all the way back home- aren't you in the middle of your term?"
"Well, yes," he admits with a slight chuckle, "but I knew you'd probably be spendin' all this time alone, and I just... I dunno. I didn't want you to get lonely." Eyes widening a bit at his words, you reach your hand out to take his. Seeming a little surprised by the gesture, the boy doesn't hesitate to accept.
"That's so sweet, Jake. Thank you."
Dark grey eyes settling in on yours, he seems to pause for a moment before opening his mouth to speak again. "I-I had balloons too, in the car, but- oh man, this is so embarrassing," he laughs a bit nervously as he reaches his free hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, "as soon as I opened the door, well... you know... they flew away before I could grab 'em- I had my hands full, with my keys and the flowers and..."
"Aww bud," you hum, reaching out to rub his back gently. "That's okay, just seein' you is more than enough for me. I missed you, Jakey."
"Missed you too, cutie," the adorable man whispers. "School's no fun without you; sure, I got the guys on the tech team, but... they're not my sunshine. Not my y/n." At the familiar nickname, your heart pounds softly in your chest. With the way he's looking at you, and the unmistakable fondness present in his tone, he doesn't need to say any more for you to be able to guess what really brought him back to your hometown.
"How're you holdin' up?" he asks, a hint of concern appearing on his face as he looks you over. "You healin' and everything? They takin' good care of you here?"
"They take great care of me," you assure him, placing your free hand over his as you hold it gently on your lap. "Every day's a little easier. Think they might release me sometime next week."
"You're not in pain, right? They're givin' you all the medicine you need?" Jake asks softly, a hint of heartbreak shining in his eyes, as if the very thought of you in pain might bring him to tears.
"No pain," you confirm, giving his hand a squeeze. "I'm doin' just fine, Jakey. I promise."
"Good," he nods, seeming relieved at your response. "If it's okay with you, I think I'll stay in town until whenever they discharge you next week- I got all my coursework on my computer, and once you're out, I'd love to... you know..." Now it's your turn to bite back tears as you catch the sweet boy's hopeful gaze once more. "I'd love to take you out for a real Valentine's Day, y/n. If you'll let me."
In an instant, you're throwing both arms around Jake's neck to pull him in for a hug. "I'd just love that, Jakey," you sigh, the feeling of his familiar embrace such an overdue homecoming.
"Then it's settled- you 'n me, sunshine," he tells you, and there's nothing more in the world that the boy could say to make your heart swell bigger.
Written for: @/spnonewordbingo / @spnkinkbingo / @spngenrebingo @goodthingshappenbingo
Squares Filled: Tongue / Cunnilingus / lust / marriage proposal
His tongue was a magical muscle. It could make you a whimpering mess when it wasn’t even on you. He could be writing, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, and you melted into a puddle of your own arousal.
A few flicks of Jensen’s tongue over your clit made your eyes roll to the back of your head and cling for dear life to your flowy, white dress.
He was so good at what he was doing that you were seeing stars behind your eyes. But when he really got going, that’s when you couldn’t breathe, when you couldn’t do anything but wriggle and moan.
Jensen was twice as good when he used both his tongue and his fingers. That deadly combination went above and beyond magical, it was as if it was pure supernatural sorcery and it may have been. You would never really know whether it was magic or if he was just that good.
But you knew he was that good when you couldn’t take it anymore, when your body released all the pent up tension and you squirted all over Jensen’s hand and over his chest. It was something that Jensen had, the ability to make you come so hard that you had no other choice but to squirt.
Jensen groans as he licks up all the juices your body let go. “Will you marry me, Y/N?”
You giggle as he asks, the position and question is so ironic. You were wearing a wedding dress that was tossed to the floor beside you. Jensen was still in his suit, albeit his shirt buttons were undone and pants were wide open for you to access but you were getting all the attention on the night that the two of you became man and wife.
Thank God you married him because the magic was far from over. It was only just beginning and you couldn’t wait for all the fun you were about to have as newlyweds.
Me: I knew it! Who is it? Does Jared know? Is it that chick from the interview?
Jensen: No. She was hot though...
Jensen: Jared does know, but I made him swear not to tell anyone.
Me: OOOOOO!!!!!!! Must either be really special or highly embarrassing
Jensen: She is special. I'm not ashamed of her at all.
Me: Who is it? What's she like? Tell me EVERYTHING!
Jensen: She's something. Wicked smart. Got a huge heart... funny as hell. I can be myself around her. I don't feel like I have to walk on egg shells constantly.
Me: Awwww! 😸
Jensen: Not to mention she's got a body like a goddess 😉
Me: ......gross.......
Jensen: What? I have eyes you know
Me: Still could of left that part out.
Jensen: I need your advice on how to tell her how I feel.
Me: That depends on who she is as a person. What's her personality like?
Jensen: She makes me laugh. She can be a real smartass. Not like super girly girl, but is still really feminine. I can talk to her like one of the guys.
Me: Sounds like you really like her.
Jensen: I do. I'm thinking this may be it for me.
Me: Wow.... Well, make it count. If she's anything like me, a grand gesture isn't necessary for this. Make it special enough for her to say she likes you too, but be yourself.
Jensen: Ideas?
Me: Something like taking her on a date. Create some memories together. Show her your intentions.
Jensen: I think I may have an idea.
Me: Good! Ask her out then. But plan it out right. Give yourself time to prepare.
Summary: When Jensen surprises his girlfriend this go unexpectedly.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader
Warnings:
Prompt #44: “I don't know when im crying.”
You lay across the couch with a hand resting on the bump that is forming as you watch yet another episode of Supernatural. You miss you boyfriend more and more as the days pass by and all you can seem to do is watch his show. Before you know it your mind wanders from the show to the man himself and how much you love him. Two years ago if someone said you and Jensen would be living together as a couple you wouldn’t have believed it. But throw in that you’d be pregnant and you would have laughed at them.
Before you knew it you were so wrapped up in thoughts and memories that you didn’t feel yourself begin to cry. You didn’t hear anybody come in the house either so when Jensen wrapped his arms around you you nearly jumped out of your skin. Realizing that it was him you pull yourself up into a sitting position and pull him down beside you into a slightly awkward hug. A hug he returns without hesitation, just holding you for a few minutes as you quietly cried. When he pulled away he cupped your face gentley and whiped your tears before asking, “why are you crying baby?”
“I don’t know why im crying,” you say quietly not willing to admit that your hormones and missing him got the best of you.
Jensen stares at you for a minute unsure wether to believe you or not before pulling you to his chest and quietely speaking again, “you missed me didn’t you?”
“Yeah a little,” you admit sheepishly before burrying your face in his chest and enjoying the presence of him until you realize something and spring up.
“Wait what are you doing home so early?”
“I wanted to surprise you,” he says causing you to smile and lean up to kiss him quickly, “and now im glad I did.”
“Im glad you did too,” you smile and kiss him again.
He sings heartily and loudly in front of people, but there’s that low, gentle, vulnerable tone that’s only reserved for her ears in the quiet, still moments of their shared life.
The afternoons, when he’s feeling romantic and playful, he puts on a jazzy vinyl dated somewhere around the 60’s and he saunters over to her, bringing her to his chest from behind and gently swaying side to side, murmuring the words by her ear with a secret smile in his voice, taking short breaks during the instrumentals to drop feathery kisses on the crook of her neck. Her chest fills up with lit Christmas lights and warmth and she closes her eyes, focusing on nothing but him, him, him.
In the mornings, when she walks in the kitchen while he makes breakfast, she sees him. He sways his hips softly, low vibrato dry and soft, while he pours the eggs on the pan and presses the button for the coffee maker to start. She pads up to him slowly and wraps her arms around his waist, nose buried in the top knobs of his spine, palms flat and gentle over his sleep-soft tee. Mornin' darling, he murmurs and she hums, dropping a kiss on his shoulder, not ready for the day to begin quite yet.
Keep going, she begs in his arms some nights, when he stops after he’s realized she’s awake. He smiles and curls his arms around her just a little tighter, fingers just a little more affectionate as they dance up and down her ribs. He begins again, humming low and deep, and she feels every note passed on from his chest to hers, ear over his heart and feeling everything deep in her bones.
Sometimes she comes home and sees him with a guitar in his arms, playing a tune she doesn’t necessarily recognize. When he hears the door, he doesn’t stop, merely looks up at her and offers a tender smile. It’s welcome home, and yes, it certainly feels like she’s right where she belongs, because there’s Jensen smiling up at her and there are his eyes- a gorgeous olive green.
A/N: Small drabble that fits into Our College Years - but can be read as a stand alone as always
Unbetaed - All mistakes are mine.
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You hit the alarm for the fourth time, deciding it was time to try and wake up. It was a rare Saturday, where Jensen didn’t have either a baseball game or work to go too, so the two of you had decided to go look for stuff for the nursery.
“Jay,” You called softly, only for a groan to erupt from the man sleeping on his back next to you. You couldn’t help but giggle a little as you turned to your side looking at the sleeping man next to you. He was shirtless and only wearing his boxer briefs.
You watched his slender, yet toned physique. You watched the miles of creamy skin, dusted with patterns of freckles. Freckles that also graces his facial features. Not prominently, but there as if to highlight his beauty. Cause that was what he was. Beautiful and all yours.
“Jay,” you gently, ran a finger over his cheek and nose, only for him to swat it away with a smirk, causing you to laughingly poke him in the ribs.
“Jensen we need to go shopping for a crib and a changing table and paint,” you reminded him. But Jensen only rolled to his stomach, burying his face in your neck, causing you to squeal and giggle as you wrapped your arms around him.
Jensen rested against you careful not to put any weight on your bump, tenderly caressing your naked leg, before wrapping his arm around your waist. You giggled, caressing his back, the two of you simple enjoying the feeling of each other and the quiet moment alone.
“So tired,” Jensen mumbled against your neck, causing a pleasant shiver to rush through your body.
“How are you this awake?” Jensen raised his head looking at you sleepily with hair sticking out everywhere. You couldn’t keep yourself from reaching out and running your fingers through it.
“I’m not doing baseball practice, games, two jobs and school,” you reminded him and Jensen just smiled lovingly back.
“No but you are going to shcool, doing one job and taking care of our little girl everyday,” Jensen rubbed you bump, lifting up your shirt pressing his lips against your belly. You didn’t care how many times he did it. You would never grow tired of that small, affectionate action, which caused your heart to swell every time. All of a sudden, you didn’t care if you got any baby stuff today. All you wanted was to stay in bed and cuddle with your boyfriend all day and by the look on Jensen’s sleepy face, he wasn’t going to argue. He deserved some rest. He deserved a day of kisses and cuddles and slow lazy sex. He deserved a day of being reminded just how much you love him and that day you gave him just what he deserved.
Summary: It’s time to go out and pick some pumpkins and your husband, Jensen and your son can’t wait to pick them.
Author’s Note: This is part of Kari’s ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ) Seasons of Love- Colors of Fall Challenge! My prompt was pumpkin picking. The Instagram post was made by me and is not real at all. In this, Danneel simply doesn’t exist. No hate on her, this is pure fiction.
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“Momma! Daddy! Come on! All the good ones are going to be gone!” Dylan, your little boy said as he ran in front of you, excited to get ahead on the season.
“We’re right behind you, Dyl.” You said with a giggle, holding hands with your husband, Jensen.
“Yeah, and they won’t all be gone, buddy.” Jensen said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and smiling. You and Jensen have been together for a while now, recently married. You actually met him when you went to your very first Con in San Diego.
Some might call it love at first sight and maybe it was or wasn’t but you definitely felt something when your eyes locked on those candy green ones for the first time. He stood a little closer to you with the Photo Ops, signed just a little more on the things you want signed and answered your questions with more information you asked for.
You seemed to have a connection with him which was crazy since that didn’t just happen. But as soon as you got there, you were leaving, getting on a plane to get back home. You didn’t know at the time that your flight was the same as Jensen and Jared’s.
You thought they would be getting first class tickets but once Jensen saw you board the plane, he told Jared he was going to sit next to you. Jared, happy for his friend that he found someone he liked, was a little annoyed because he was so tall, that flying Coach was very uncomfortable for him.
However, he didn’t complain when he saw both yours and Jensen’s eyes light up at the sight of one another. Jensen was pleased to know you also lived in Texas where he had an apartment while his best friend lived with his wife and children.
You and Jensen talked the whole time, never getting bored of one another. You loved talking with Jared and after the short 3-hour flight, you weren’t ready to say goodbye to him. It was Jared that had to push his friend in giving you his number because when Jensen didn’t say anything, you walked away, not knowing when you’d see him again.
That was 5 years ago, and now you were married to the dork, with a family of your own. You had a wonderful 2-year-old boy who was so much like Jensen. You wanted more kids but you got married to Jensen last year and you thought it might be best if you two waited.
You loved your little family just the way it was, always having fun together like today. Dylan wanted to get a head start on pumpkin carving right before Thanksgiving. Halloween had been a blast and Dylan had so much fun prepping for the holiday that he wanted to carve more pumpkins with his dad.
Who were you to deny what your child wanted? That is why you were in a Pumpkin field, picking out the best ones.
“Come on!” Dylan said, walking over to you and Jensen, taking your hands and practically dragging you to where he wanted to start first. Jensen laughed and let go of you to help his son. You stood back, watching Jensen work. He was best when it came to picking the pumpkins so you tried not to interfere.
You honestly thought you were only here because you had the money.
“Alright, little man, what kind of pumpkin are we taking home tonight?” Jensen asked, bending down and inspecting the bunch.
“Not just one! We need three! Daddy, you get the big one, mama gets the medium one and I get the baby one.” Dylan said with a smile.
“That’s not up to me, Dyl. Go ask your mom.” Jensen said with a smile. Dylan rushed to you and tugged on your pants and you bent down to get to his level.
“Mama, I want three pumpkins.” He said.
“You want? How do you ask for them?” You asked, always teaching him about things he needed to learn.
“Can I have three pumpkins, please?” He asked, a sweet smile on his face. You smiled and rubbed at his chin before standing up.
“Yes, you can.”
“Thank you, mama!” He said, laughing as he rushed back to his dad. “Daddy! Mama said we can have three pumpkins!”
“I heard. Now, pick the one you want and I’ll pick the one I want.” Jensen said with a huge smile on his face. Dylan got to work, hunting in the field to find the best one for him and the one he could actually carry on his own.
You smiled as you watched Dylan, asking questions about pumpkins and Jensen answering them to the best of his ability. He even made up a few stories to make his son laugh. Jensen scooped him up and held him as he saw the perfect pumpkin for Dylan.
Jensen took a seat on some wagon that had a ton of Pumpkins in it already and he sat Dylan on his lap as he tested the Pumpkins with his hands to see if it was good enough.
You couldn’t pass this opportunity by and pulled your phone out, snapping the perfect picture. You were happy with your little family. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for them.
