The Accidental Confession
Single!Jensen x Reader
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A/N: Makes sense I would come back with an absolute whopper of a chapter for WIB, it’s basically 75% of the requests in my ask box! Enjoy chapter 8 my lovelies, feel free to message me about being tagged, or any other Marvel, SPN, or GoT requests you may have :) P.S. to those of you who have stuck around since chapter 7 came out ALMOST A YEAR AGO, thank you. Sincerely. From the bottom of my heart. It means the world to me. Tags are under the cut as usual, my babies.
Warnings: Language (duh), tinge of jealousy, unexpected confessions
Words: Idek I forgot to do a word count.
Hungover was the understatement of the century.
Actually, you were pretty positive you were dead.
“Y/N?” it sounded like whoever was calling you was miles away and the sound of their voice still ricocheted around the inside of your skull like a bullet trying to escape.
“Go ‘way... ‘m dying” you groaned as you attempted to rub the sleep and liquor out of your eyes, to no avail.
“You’re not dying you giant baby, now get up we have the whole day off and the cast wants to have a picnic!” you still weren’t able to quite decipher who the voice was, definitely male, but way too freakin’ chipper this early in the morning.
Wait.
What time was it?
Finally rolling out of a bed that was too large to be yours, you attempted to focus your eyes on the clock, squinting and straining until you saw the glowing numbers finally become clear: 3:27 pm.
“FUCK! I slept for 12 hours?!” you shot up from your slumped position, immediately regretting it and sitting right back down because of the intense headache you were now sporting which was undoubtedly caused by the fact that you drank more than your fair share of Jameson and Chuck knows what else last night.
“Hah, you sure did, killer” the voice was finally recognizable and you looked across the room to see a very amused Jared standing in the doorway.
“Fuck off, Jare. Why am I in your guest room anyway?” the realization of where you were was starting to piece itself together.
“Well, after you and Jensen got in that fight last night, you were so upset that you kept drinking so I stayed with you until the bar closed and then I took you home here. You were pretty quiet though, couldn’t even get you to smile at my dumb dad jokes” a sympathetic smile was beginning to stretch its way across Jared’s face.
“I’m not going to lie, I don't remember anything after Jensen and I dancing together” you felt so ashamed and embarrassed about the night before and you didn’t even know what happened, you just knew it was bad.
“Yeah, I figured as much Y/N. But listen,” Jared sat down on the bed next to you and put a hand on your shoulder, “I called Jay and he doesn’t remember the fight either, okay? So you guys can just put it behind you.”
You leaned into Jared, staring blankly at the floor. Every single part of you desperately didn't want to face your colleagues at a picnic because of the guilt and shame you felt about getting so drunk and disorderly in front of all of them. What if you had been rude to them? Or said someone’s private business out loud? The possibilities were endless and your anxiety was having an absolute field day with them.
“My car at the bar still?”
“Yep, want a ride over there so you can go home and shower before our picnic?”
“Please.”
--A Few Hours Later--
Arriving at the park for the picnic with the rest of the cast and crew, you grabbed your jacket and your phone tumbled out of the pocket onto the floor of your car.
“Shit.” you mumbled to yourself as you reached across the car, fingers stretching to try and grab your device.
Finally grabbing a hold of it, you unlocked your phone and began to scroll through your messages and calls, checking to see if you had completely humiliated yourself the night before. Luckily no outgoing calls or messages had happened while you were blacked out, but you had one text and phone call from Jensen and one text from an unrecognized number. So you checked the texts.
Jensen, 3:44 am: Y/N? I’m sorry for what I said. Hope you can forgive me.
Unknown Number, 5:30 am: Hey, Y/N. I hope this is the right number haha. It’s Alexander from the bar last night. I’d like to see you again, hopefully soon.
“What the shit? Alexander?” racking your whiskey-clouded brain for memories of an Alexander from the bar, you were coming up empty.
Incoming Call... Misha Collins
“Hey Mish, what’s up?”
“Hey, quit sitting in your car and get over here! Everyone’s waitin’ for ya!”
You look up to see Misha waving his arm wildly in your direction by a picnic table.
“Haha, alright I’m coming. Sorry for the delay” you hung up the phone and got out of the car, swallowing your anxious thoughts and walking over to your friends who have basically become family by now. You stepped out of the car and began to walk over to your friends.
You hadn’t put much thought into your appearance, being mostly concerned about not feeling like death anymore. You were wearing a simple navy maxi dress with a v neck and a few extra straps on the front and back as decoration. It felt simple, but it was a casual day any way. You stopped in your tracks to send a quick response to this Alexander character to see what had happened last night.
To Alexander, 6 pm: Hey, this is embarrassing.. I don’t really remember much of last night.
Shoving your phone into your purse, you come up to your friends. Misha, Mark, and Richard were all in a circle laughing and joking off to your right. Jared, Gen, their kids and JJ were all sitting on the ground near some picnic tables playing a game of duck duck goose. Finally, you looked over to Jensen and... wait who was that? Jensen was talking to some really gorgeous blonde who was most definitely prettier and skinnier than you. Typical.
Settling for not wanting to rip your hair out, you walked over to Misha, Mark, and Richard and were immediately enveloped in a giant hug from all three men.
“Hah, hey guys how are ya?”
“Just lovely now that you’re here” the Englishman’s voice came out as smooth as caramel.
“I second that sweet pea, we almost thought you ditched us!” Richard gave you a big goofy grin and you couldn’t help but laugh and lean back into Misha who was still hugging you from behind.
“I could never ditch my boys, even if you are a lot to handle sometimes” you laughed as Misha rested his chin on your head.
“Sometimes?” a deep but whiskey-smooth voice came from behind you.
You turned to see none other than Jensen, and the nameless blonde he was talking to earlier standing tucked close under his arm.
“So Mish, where’s Victoria and the kids?” you turned to ask your friend who was still quite close by your side.
“Ah” he noticed your very obvious attempt to ignore Jensen and decided to indulge you, “they’re over visiting Victoria’s mom while the kids have some time off of school.”
“Oh, okay. I miss their little faces, especially Westy!” you couldn’t help but grin at the thought of Misha’s little rascals. They were so much like him, you had no idea how Victoria dealt with basically having three children.
After Jensen and the blonde lost interest in the conversation and went over to Jared, Gen, and the kids, Misha turned to you and frowned.
“It isn’t polite to blatantly ignore people, Y/N”
“I didn’t see you acknowledging them either, Dmitri” you chided back.
“Whoa, pullin’ out the big guns with the real first names” Richard laughed, clapping you both on the shoulder.
“Who’s the new girl anyway? Never seen her in our friend group before” you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced quickly in new girl’s direction.
“She's our temporary key grip while Anna is on vacation” Mark spoke without even looking in your direction, he was too busy watching the sickly show that new girl was putting on because Jensen was giving her attention.
Okay maybe it wasn’t that bad, but the inkling of jealousy coursing through your blood was making you want to vomit just looking over at the two of them giggling and flirting.
Suddenly overcome with feelings you couldn’t shake, almost all of them horribly negative, you decided to get your things without a word to anyone and start walking back over to your car. You ignored the calls from your friends as you swiftly left the park so that you could return to the comfort of your own home.
--The Longest Drive of Your Life, Ever--
Pushing through the front door to your apartment, you tossed your keys onto the table near the door, hung up your jacket and your purse and skulked into your bedroom to change into some sweatpants.
After getting comfortable on the couch, you popped open a bottle of wine, not even bothering to grab a glass, and started drinking while you searched for a show to watch on Hulu.
Settling on This Is Us, ‘cause fuck it you needed a good cry, you settled into your couch with your fuzzy blanket.
The ringing on your phone grabbed your attention and you looked over to see that Gen was trying to FaceTime you.
“Hey Gen” you sniffled as you opened the video chat.
“Hey love, you alright?”
“I will be.. Just got overwhelmed today”
“I get it, Y/N. I’m sorry about that, I wish I could help you” it was obvious from the tone in her voice that she felt bad for you, but she was being oddly vague.
“I know you would have Gen, it’s just hard for me being in love with Jensen and him so obviously not feeling the same way.. Huh. That’s the first time I’ve said that out loud”
Suddenly you see Jensen’s very shocked face come into focus in the background of Gen’s video chat screen.
“You... You’re...” he struggled to find words and before he got the chance, you slammed the end button on the screen and practically threw your phone across the room.
--One Hour Later--
After hyperventilating for what seemed like a year, you finally collected yourself enough to go check your phone and see what fuckery had occurred since you fully admitted you were in love with Jensen while he was listening.
Jensen, 7:40 pm: Y/N. Answer. Now.
5 Missed Calls - Jensen Ackles
Jensen, 7:56 pm: Y/N please.. we need to talk about what you said.
Jensen, 7:57 pm: Did you really mean it?
Jensen, 7:57 pm: Y/N. Answer me.
Jensen, 8:32 pm: Please talk to me Y/N. Just... please.
Jensen, just now: Y/N your read receipts are on... I know you’re reading these. Please just call me so we can talk about this. Or I can come to your place so we can talk in person. Either way, we need to clear the air about your feelings.
“Oh we need to clear the air about MY feelings?” you practically shouted out loud to yourself, “Yeah the fuck right, Jensen. My feelings are out in the open. Talk about MY goddamn feelings... I don’t think so. Not with you. I don’t need to get rejected again.”
To Jensen, just now: No thanks. Nothing to say.
What a way to start a mini filming hiatus... Maybe a few weeks away from the boys would clear your head a little bit.
