Imagine: Receiving a text from halfway across the planet, about the man sitting next to you. Characters: Reader and kind of Jared. Story time: You had been enjoying a quiet night of reading your lines over with J2M in Jared’s lounge room in Austin when your phone buzzed with a text from your friend. “Hang on guys, I’ve got to check this. It could be important,” you notified them rather sheepishly. You always stopped for contact from back home since there was a close call with another friend of yours and a car accident. “All good Y/N, we should probably stop and order some food anyway.” Jensen said; you chuckled at his constant want for food.
"I know you refuse to learn how to use twitter but look at this. I bet ‘daddy’ suits him in more ways than one 😘😜" Y/B/F had written, attaching a screenshot of Jared’s Twitter post about his day. It was with a red face that you quickly tapped out a response. “You’re not the first one to have that thought.”you smirked down at your phone and hit send before lifting your head, only to notice Jared had left the room. “Yeah okay baby girl,” Came a deep whisper from over your shoulder of the tall man in question. You stood frozen in absolute shock, your phone clutched in white knuckles, as Jared chuckled barely loud enough for even you to hear and moved forward back into the room, brandishing takeout menus.