#jared and reader insert

A/N: had this little dream and needed to put words to it.  the feeling i got from the embrace was everything i’ve ever needed and maybe that was my subconscious giving me the comfort i actually need.  It’s obviously an AU where Jensen and Jared are in it as well as JJ.  Mentions of Megan Padalecki as well.

Characters: Jensen, Jared, JJ, and Reader

Triggers/Warnings: fluff, comfort, those are triggers ya’ll because i usually angst the shit out of stuff

The sun was beating down on you as you ran along the beach, the tide slowly ebbing and flowing over your bare feet, sending chilling but refreshing stimuli to your aching joints.  You loved the beach this time of morning, it was nearly empty, sea gulls dipping and diving to catch some kelp along the water.  You were sure Jensen was up with a semi sleepy JJ and while Jared usually took this morning runs with you, he was back at the beach house, packing.

He was leaving to visit his sister, Megan, and you loved his family with all your heart, but these past few weeks, you’ve needed your best friend more than ever.  Every lilt in your voice, your lidded eyes, the long nights watching the ocean, wrapped up in one of Jared’s sweatshirts, your knees hugging to your chest, a warm cup of tea or an iced beer, barely sipped; signs that you were headed towards a dark place.  He noticed; he tried to persuade Megan to come to him, but she was in town for a book signing, back in Austin.  

You all were in Maryland. 

You hated the distance.  Not the mileage, nor the drive, but the physical absence of Jared’s proximity. His warmth, his calloused hands, his encompassing embrace.  It was as if you had a third appendage and it was suddenly torn from your body- it was that painful when he was gone.  

That’s how you knew.

You knew that he was and would always be a part of you, no matter if things were platonic as they were or if you made that step.  A step you were too afraid to take.  For if you tripped, you knew he’d be the one to catch you, but would he want that responsibility for the rest of his life?  

You felt as if you were a crutch, a burden, your depression and anxiety masked by jovial playfulness, plastering a smile to your weathered face, makeup hiding the circles under your eyes, the excess baggage that your face always seemed to keep, whether you checked in or checked out.

Jensen noticed your shift in mood when Jared had announced his departure.  Even JJ could tell that her Auntie YNN “wasn’t smilin’ like she used’ta”.  You pulled her in close and kissed her honey colored hair and promised you’d be back to your normal self in a bit and she smiled up at you, holding out her tiny pinky.

“Promise?” she offered it to you and Jared had walked in on the exchange.

“What are you two promisin’,” Jared let out a sigh as he fell into his spot next to you on the couch, “no more ice-cream before dinner?” His laughter fell flat as he took in your appearance and JJ’s quirk of her trembling lip.

“Just some girl stuff, right Bug?” you winked in her direction, patted her bottom, suggesting she hop on off and Jensen called her over for a walk on the beach.

“Catch you two later,” Jensen gave you those father eyes, you know the ones, where they were stern, unwavering, but full of promise?  Yeah, you wanted to punch him in those damn eyes.  Which caused an unwelcomed chuckle to emerge from your lungs.

“What’d I’d miss,” Jared shifted in his seat, crossing a leg under the other, facing you.

Your silence was deafening.

You sat there, picking at your cuticles, a nervous habit that if you were a poker player, your tell would be all over the circuit.  Jared pulled your hands into his massive mitts and squeezed them encouraging you to look him in the eyes.  You hated with a passion when he would stare into your temple, boring holes, until you turned to him, grunting out a “what, Jare?”

“You know what, YNN,” Jared rubbed his thumb over your wrist, just his touch comforted you and it nearly broke the dam that you had been building like a god damn busy ass beaver before winter struck.  You held it together, mostly, because your demons were not his.  He didn’t need that extra stress, not when he was about to visit his sister at her newest book signing.  

“Talk to me, please,” his voice cracking like butterscotch brittle, “don’t push me out, not now, YN, please.”

“I’m not, Jare,” you finally looked into his eyes and it was almost blinding.  A stark contrast to your murky ones and he took notice of them too. 

“Tell me what I can do,” he begged, “just say the words and I’ll do whatever I can, YNN, but you have to tell me, you can’t keep bottlin’ this stuff up,” he ran his thumb across your cheek wiping the rogue tear that betrayed you.

You ripped your hands from his, palms inward, you rubbed at the dryness of your eyes, the nights of sobbing have made them raw, like the sand from the beach outside the windows, infiltrated your lids.  Exhaling all the pent up emotions you held close to your ribs like a warrior’s breastplate worn into battle, you stood up abruptly and Jared jumped up pulling you into his chest.  Your head barely reached his pecs, but just enough that you could feel his heart beating; as much as yours was, maybe even more.

“I need you, Jare,” your words were muffled into his cotton t-shirt and your breath raised goosebumps on his skin.

“You have me,” Jared kissed the top of your head, embracing you as tightly as he could, your arms wrapping around his neck, your bodies flush against one another.

“Pack an overnight bag,” Jared kissed your lips, chaste, timidly, afraid anything else might just break you into shattered pieces of glass that he could never mend.

“You’re comin’ with,” his hands encompassed your fragile face, “and we’ll get though this together,” he held up his pinky waiting for your reaction.

A soft smile finally graced your features and you wrapped your very own pinky around his.  

“Promise.”

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A snippet into my new Padackles AU with Reader.

AN: The Reader has two lives, unbeknownst to her or those around her. Is this mirror world a fantasy or something more dire? In one world, the reader is married to Jared and they have two sons, Colt and Shep. Reader and Gen are old college friends. Danneel and Jensen are married with daughter JJ. On the other side of the mirror, Jared and Gen are "the infamous Padaleckis" with two boys, Tom and Shep. The Reader and Gen are best friends who had met on the set of Supernatural. Jensen is a single father to JJ. Danneel and he never married but remained best friends.

Characters: Reader x Jared, Danneel x Jensen, Gen x Jared, Tom/Colt, Shep, JJ

This is by no means real, obvi, it's FANFICTION. If you don't know what that is, here:  fan fic·tion noun

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Summers in Austin were brutal, but with access to one of the largest, in-ground pools, thanks to your best friend, Gen, cooling off never meant opening the door to the freezer and inserting said face. No, it meant donning some two piece bathing suit you'd never wear, but Gen insisted it was made for you, almost a second skin, she had said. You laughed to yourself, "good thing I worked hard on the original", and wrapped a white cover-up over your tanned and overly exaggerated lady bits.

You opted to wear nothing on your bare feet, your cobalt blue toenail polish, reflecting the bright rays of the overhanging sun. Making your way from the guest room of the Padalecki's home, you headed toward the splashing and giggling coming from the pool. Taking in the scene before you, you couldn't help but smile at the three children wearing their swimming vests and floaties, while your co-star and friend, Jensen was playing a game of Marco-Polo. 

To no avail. 

 JJ's giggles were contagious as Jensen feigned ignorance to her location, while Tom and Shep were clinging to Gen, one trying to hold onto her slippery skin, the other, Tom, doglegging toward you.

Dipping a few toes in, testing the water, Tom waved you in; "Unca Jensen is Marco, we gotta be Polos".

"I'll distract your uncle," you winked as you took to the diving board. You bounced a couple of times before shouting, "Polo!"

The slight splash from the deep end distracted Jensen just long enough for Gen to round the kids up closest to the green raft. As you surfaced, you swam towards the others sending Jensen a playful wink, mouthing a silent, “sorry”.

Shaking his head, his chest rumbling with laughter, he could only mutter a half hearted "traitor", before shutting his eyes and reaching forward, both arms outstretched, his muscles flexing as his fingers patted the water causing ripples to form on the surface.

The game continued until you were all prunes but you opted to stay in longer. Gen’s oldest, wanting to swim without his vest, and you being the retired lifeguard, Tom practically begged for you to teach him to swim like his dad.  He had the puppy dog eye thing down too.  How could you resist?

Holding him with your palm under his stomach, he reached forward with his arms, stretching his legs behind, in a kicking motion.  You held him steady and in place as he practiced.  Encouraging him with accolades, you did not hear him approach you, nor did you hear him even breaking the surface of the water.  Tom’s legs were producing splays of water at a quickened pace, his face slightly submerged in the water, trying his best to blow air out of his nostrils.  

The timbre in his jovial voice boomed over the splashing, “Miss me?”

Two words, simple and directed at his son, had caused your heart rate to elevate, your mouth to instantly dry out, a niggling feeling in your very soul told you something was off, but what and why?

Turning abruptly, your nose nearly smacked into Jared’s chest. His smile, the way the left dimple increased as he quirked an eyebrow at you, his head tilting to the side, as he heard your words, barely a whisper,

“Of course I did, Jare.”

Jared’s breath stopped for a nanosecond as he watched the scene unfold in front of his very eyes.  You reached an unsteady hand toward the man in front of you, your fingertips grazing the tufts of curls on his torso, his name leaving your lips, confused and pleading. 

“Jared?” 

His jaw dropped as your release on Tom went slack, the tiny boy sputtering pool water, clawing at the air.  It was as if everything was in slow motion; your pupils dilated, bursts of light flashed across your irises, and with bated breath, you felt yourself fading.  Gen’s voice screaming in desperation was the last thing you heard as you succumbed to the water.

“Oh my God, Tom!”

“YNN!”

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AN: This is for @atc74 Gif Challenge Celebration. I received a Jared gif and had some fun with it.  All other gifs are not mine, credit to creator/owner.

Characters: Jared, Jensen, Bob, Reader

Genre:  Fluff, Crack, a bit of suggestiveness (maybe???)

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p>Summary: single you meets someone on the fire escape and share in the solitude of stale cigarettes, liquor, and chit chat. 

Characters: Reader x Single!Jared

Pairings: Platonic

Quick drabble request: @fandom-queen-of-the-world requested a Jared x Reader where she has an awful Christmas with abusive family members, but with fluff.  

A/N: I wanted to first say I’m sorry in advance if this is what you went through at all.  No one deserves to be treated like crap especially on the holidays.  You have my inbox to talk whenever.  

Pairing: Jared x Reader 

Triggers: verbal abuse, family discord, Jared to the rescue because every hero needs a warning

Summary: You and your two best friends go to a spn convention. You catch a single Jared’s eye. You say yes to a date and this is that date.

Disclaimer: written for

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gifs not mine. Photos not mine. Credit to maker/owner. Implied smut, but sweet fluffy Jared loving mostly. Joking with Cast, drinking. Word Count: way more than I intended lol

Once Jared’s final words about seeing you after the panel were spoken, the crowd of fans cheered, and some began to make a beeline towards you. Luckily, Emma and Kay dragged you by your hand toward the side exit and you found yourselves making your way towards the gym. It was isolated, empty, sans a few weightlifters, and you slunk against the wall, catching your breath. 

 “Holy shit,” you gasped, “shit, shit, shit!” 

 “They’re crazy, absolute bonkers,” Kay commented on the rabid fans.

 “Do you think we’re safe?” Emma asked wide eyed, still in shock from the fans’ reactions. 

Just then your cell phone chimed that you had received a text. 

 Hey, saw the crowd…u 3 ok?-J

Instantly you typed back a response, 

 Kinda…hiding out where we 1st met…-Y/I

 TING! 

 Ok…sending my bodyguard Clif to get you guys…-J

 So much for normal…lol-Y/I

 TING! 

LOL I promise I’ll make it up to u ;]-J

You blushed at the comment which didn’t go unnoticed from your best friends. Questions were lobbed at you from Emma and Kay. What did he say? Is he coming for you? Was it kinky? 

 “Ugh, no,” you shoved playfully at Emma, “he’s sending his bodyguard.” 

 “Ha! So much for being inconspicuous,” Kay grumbled, “if it’s that Clif guy, we’ll stick out like sore thumbs.” 

 Speaking his name, in he walked, all taut in a black tee and sunglasses. Removing them, he jerked his thumb in the emergency exit’s direction and smirked, “Ladies first!” 

 You held out your hand, snagging his in thanks, “Don’t know how Jared does this everyday!” 

 “He manages". 

 Your friends gushed thank yous as Clif ushered you all towards the SUV parked out back for a quick getaway. Opening the back for revealed three seated men, Jared, Jensen, and Misha. 

 Misha was wearing a fedora and tipped it forward, “Entre mi amors.” 

Jared and Jensen held out their hands to lift you and your friends in. Each taking an open seat, you made introductions and Jared placed a giant hand around your shoulder. 

 "Is this ok?“ He asked you.

 Your friends were busy chatting Jensen’s and Misha’s ears off to hear you respond.

"It’s perfect.”

 Jared’s dimples sunk in as he smiled at you and pulled you a little closer. He told you the plan for the night, meeting up with some of the cast, drinks, some darts and pool, and the rest would be entirely up to how things went.  You were open to anything and it sounded like it was going to be a fun night, whether or not anything happened between you two, or you just parted ways as friends.  

You arrived at the local bar where Matt, Osric, and Felicia were shooting 9 ball. The back room was rented out for just this occasion, but as you made your way through the crowded bar, the Supernatural stars were stopped for autographs and selfies. You watched in awe as they graciously took the time to chat with everyone and even took pictures themselves. When the pandemonium slowed down, you were greeted by Osric and Felicia.

>“Jared hasn’t stopped babbling about you for days,” Felicia laughed as she hugged you taking you by surprise, “tis as if I know you already!”

“Hi, wow, are you all so friendly?” You hugged her back.

“Osric especially when he’s had a few drinks,“ Jared pulled you over towards him, grabbing your hand, “name your poison, Y/N.”

“Captain and coke,” you replied, doing the infamous Captain pose. Jared went to sit in your bent thigh and someone took a photo. The flash blinded you and you both went falling to the floor, laughing hysterically.

So far, the night was just right; normal as all your other dates had been going, but you were actually having fun. The cast was friendly as all hell and your friends were having a blast. Jared was polite,funny, and neither of you could keep your eyes or hands off one another. Sure it could have been the four rum and cokes, and the three tequila shots Jared imbibed, but his voice was buttery, his laugh infectious, and he smelled divine. You were constantly licking at your lips as he spoke to you, the urge to kiss his pink lips tremendous.

The both of you were sitting so close you were practically on his lap, one leg each entwined as you sat at the bar. You didn’t hear Misha approach, but the oohs and ahhs from everyone else, caught you off guard.

“You two should take the canoodling back to the hotel,” Misha teased, “this is a public establishment.”

You felt your phone buzz from the vibrations and snuck the cell out and glanced under the bar.

There was a text from Jared. You gave him an inquisitive and suspicious look out of the side of your eye and he mouthed, ‘Read it’. Nodding once, you looked down at your lcd screen and your eyes bulged, giving away your amusement.

What do u say…wanna get outta here?-J

You typed quickly but Jared could tell from your smile that you were in agreement. He pulled you to your feet and led you to the back door where Clif was waiting.

“Wear a condom you two!” Misha called out as Emma and Kay gave you two thumbs up.

Your text went through seconds later.

Don’t wait up 4 me ;]-Y/I

Your friends’ cellphones chimed and they giggled as they showed Osric and Felicia. High fives went around the bar and Matt pouted, “I miss my wife.”

Jensen clapped him on the shoulder, offering him another beer, “Drink this.”

“Shots all around,” Felicia rallied her friends, “to family, new friends, and those two gettin’ a Lil somethin’!”

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Back at Jared’s hotel room, you both sat against the headboard of the king sized bed, eating Gummi bears and drinking beers. Jokingly you tossed a bear in the air, and Jared craned his neck, catching the candy in his mouth.

With a gleam of mischief in his hazel eyes, Jared tossed a Gummi in your direction and you caught it flawlessly.  You two sat like that for awhile, tossing gummi bears back and forth while talking about life, your families, Jared’s acting career, and the conversation turned towards your tattoo.  You explained to Jared that you had a younger brother who was a huge Supernatural fan, but he had passed away from childhood Leukemia a couple of years back.  He always wanted to get an anti possession tattoo when he got older, but because of the frailty of the disease and his skin, he would never be able to. 

“So I got this a year ago, added the wings in remembrance of my brother,” you whispered, “it’s the only ink I’m proud of.”

You don’t know when he had done it, but Jared had grabbed your hand during your conversation, rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb.  It was a sensation you hadn’t felt in a long time and before you knew it, Jared pulled your body closer to him, so that you were facing one another, knees touching.  He carded his fingers through your hair and swept a loose tendril behind your ear. 

“Would it be alright if I kissed you,” Jared almost whispered, afraid of sullying the moment.  You reached up and palmed his stubbly cheek and grinned,

“I was afraid you’d never ask.”  Leaning in, your lips met his, and it was slow, almost cautious, but passionate as well.  Jared took his time with you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, causing your skin to blossom in goosebumps and your body to warm to his touch.  Falling into the now heavy make out session, you found yourself curled up into his chest, savoring every lingering kiss. 

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You woke tangled in Jared’s arms, legs entwined, clothes still on.  You fit perfectly into the crook of his arm and he smelled like sandalwood and candy.  You kissed him gently on the cheek to rouse him from his sleep.  Damn, he was a heavy sleeper, you chuckled to yourself.

“Jared,” you tapped his nose, “wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.”

“Mmm,” Jared grinned, “did someone say bacon?”

“Hey’a handsome,” you kissed him good morning and he returned the kiss,

“Mornin’ beautiful.”

Both phones were buzzing fervently and you both strained to reach for your respective cells.  Text messages aplenty filled your inboxes.  They ranged from cute, to worried, to down right scandalous.  Most of those were from Osric and Misha.  Emma and Kay were mostly worried because it was nearing noon and you were supposed to leave to head home in couple of hours. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, “I forgot I have to leave today,” you pouted and Jared hefted you into his arms and pecked your forehead.

“I’m off the next few days, don’t have to film for another week,” he raised his eyebrows twice, “if it’s not too much of an imposition, maybe I could come back with ya?”

“Seriously?” you asked incredulously. 

“Seriously, I’d love to actually get to know your friends better and meet your mom, she sounds incredibly kind hearted.”

“I wish you could have met Joshua,” you sighed, “he would have loved you.”

“Love huh?” Jared teased, “I’m sure I would have loved the kid too.”

“Let’s get freshened up and meet the gang for brunch and then we’ll plan out the next week, how’s that sound,” Jared hugged you close.

“Sounds anything but normal,” you grinned, “and I think I’m okay with that.”