#jaredfluff

Jared's has finally finished his time with the supernatural production, but he still looks like Sam, and not saying that I don't like the look I actually really do like the look, but I think Jared's having a hard time letting go of the show because of his look.

"Honey?" Jared said last night as he was making dinner. I hummed and looked up from the computer. I was trying to figure out the best schools to put our daughter in. Even though we still had months left before our daughter was here I still was worrying.

"Do you think I'd look bad without my long hair?" He asked. I dropped my shoulders and looked at my husband. My husband of five years now had always had issues with his appearance, and the show somewhat helped him, but now... Now it was doing the exact opposite.

"What are you asking dear," I said crossing my fingers together before resting them under my chin on the counter. He looked down at the floor, before answering my question fully.

"I'm asking you if you think I should cut my hair, to try and process the idea that I'm done with Supernatural. I don't know if I should, or if you'll even like it." My husband said rushing his words from his mouth.

"Baby, it shouldn't matter what I'll think of you after or even if you want to get your hair cut You should know that I'll always support you no matter what," I said getting off the stool and walking towards my tall husband.

"but there's something holding me back from growing and moving on to another shower like 'Walker' y'know." He rested his hands on my belly, before looking towards me. I smiled, reaching a hand up to his cheek.

"How about this. Tomorrow we can cut your hair here at home, so if you hate it you can blame me." I said smiling at him. He leaned into my touch and laughed before leaning down to kiss my forehead and got back to making dinner.

The following morning, Jared was up early. Already finished his workout and had made me breakfast. I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon from downstairs. When I got downstairs Jared was swaying along to the music coming from his earphones. And flipping a pancake.

"baby?" I asked. he turned and took out the earbud before and coming kissing my lips and grabbing my hand to drag me over to the kitchen table. "breakfast will be ready in a second." he said before rushing back into the kitchen and bringing me my morning water since I was pregnant I didn't do coffee anymore.

We sat in comfortable silence before Jared brought up the subject of last night's dinner. "You sure you're still okay with me cutting my hair dear." He asked. I set down my glass of water before answering him. I smiled and spoke. repeating my phrase from the night before.

"Jared if you want me to do it. I will, but know that no matter how you look I will always love you because of your heart, and soul." I said reaching over and placing my hand over his.

He smiled, "And we do it now?" he asked as I shoved a fork full of pancake into my mouth. I giggled and shook my head. He got up and got a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer. He set them on the table and slipped his shirt off. Always so damn hot.

But that's how we got here with me being five months pregnant, so focus y/n. He sat back down looking more happier than he had been in the past few weeks since.

I got up taking a long sip of my water. Grabbing the scissors from the top of the table. I took a deep breath, "Honey grab me your brush." I said to Jared, he was out of the chair and back into it quicker than you could nougat.

After brushing his hair, and making sure his hair was pretty unknotted, and perfectly laying on his shoulders. I grabbed the scissors, checking once more with my husband. “Jar are you sure that you’re okay with ME cutting your hair?” I asked before I just started chopping at his long locks.

Jared smiled before answering me. “Of course I trust you baby.” He said kissing my hand that was on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath I left Jared’s shoulder, now behind him, I petted his hair down one last time. Loving the texture of his hair under my fingers, loving the way it drug through my fingers. Loving the crisp wintery smell that always wafted from him as he walked around the house.

I settled down after taking in the last time I’d be seeing my husband with long hair for a while. I grabbed a section of hair at the certain of his scalp and took my scissors to town. Chopping and cutting letting the hairs fall to the floor and before I knew it I had done all of his head. A large pile sat at the bottom of the floor.

“I really hope you like it,” I said dragging my finger through his hair before shaking off any regiments of longer hairs onto the floor of our dining room. “Let me go grab you one of my compact mirrors for you to use,” I said taking the scissors with me and putting them back into their respectful place before grabbing my compact mirror from my pocketbook at the front door.

I clicked it open loving the sound of the snap. I handed it to Jared awaiting an answer a comment literally anything. My anxiety getting the worst of me I started to panic. “I knew you weren’t going to like it,” I said stomping my foot on the hardwood floor.

He turned setting the compact mirror on the table. “Y/n I love it.” He said standing up letting the chair hit the floor with his fast motion before grabbing me for a huge and long embrace.

Warm and safe

“Thank you so much, baby! You don’t know how much you just saved me.” He said kissing my forehead before reaching his pointer finger under my chin and bringing it up to look up at him.

“You did fantastic baby.” He said before taking my lips with his. Soft warm and safe was Jared Padalecki and damn was I happy to be married to one and be a part of the marvelous family we already had and we currently creating.

Being a tv star can sometimes cause me to forget the more important things in front of me.

Like my daughter. She's been the light of my life for the past fifteen years. Always has a smile on her face, but I think me being gone for so long and the start of high school it's really starting to my baby girl's mind.

When Y/n was younger she'd race to the front door and jump into my arms for a huge bear hug. Her hair up in two pigtails, and draped in one of my old t-shirts from my college years.

She yawns and smiles at me and says "Dada, I sleepy." Resting her head on my shoulder another yawn taking its way with her. I set my luggage down and climb the stairs, on nights like these where I hadn't seen my baby girl in too long.

She'd sleep on my chest, and I'd hum sweet songs. We'd fall asleep together in my huge bed. But now she's a big girl, and a big girl that doesn't come rushing down the stairs to greet me at the door anymore.

She's still my sweet girl, but something in her has made her dull. I fawn at the thought of knowing there really isn't anything I can do for her.

But I'd like to think as her father, and as someone who's sometimes dealing with the unhealthy side of my mental health that I could potentially help my daughter.

I set down my bags, and grab some things from the kitchen before heading up the staircase. It's sad now to think of the bright girl that used to run the halls, the hair blowing behind as I chased after her.

Or the little giggles the halls used to hear when we'd play hide and seek, but she could never stop giggle so I always found her. I miss how tiny, and cute she was. How innocent she was the all the hurt in the world. How perfectly innocent she was.

I knocked on her door, I don't get a response back, so I slowly creep her door open. Her headphones are in, and she's got her eyes closed. I take a moment to look at my daughter.

Her hair in a high ponytail, but it's a different color now. Her more rebellious phase coming toe. She has a few features from her mother, but I notice the way that she's tall like me, and when she does smile she's got dimples that show how truly happy she is.

I knock again, before walking into her room. She must have felt the dip of the bed, because she opens her eyes, and pulls her earbuds out.

"Hey, dad." She says. Setting her phone to the side. The thing I grabbed from the kitchen I set down next to her phone. "You've been in your room," I said.

She hummed in response. And shrugged her shoulder, before looking out the window. The silence took a hold of the room. I could tell that she'd been biting her nails, and was currently bitting the inside of her cheek.

I bring my thumb under her hin and drag her attention back to me. "Baby, you know that if you aren't okay you can always talk to me right?" I asked

I could start to see the tears that laid at the edge of her eyes. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry." I said. She fell into my arms and started to sob, I gently combed through her hair with my fingers.

In a moment like this words don't have a big effort as actions do. She may be a big girl now, but she'll forever be my little girl. We sat there for a moment before an idea popped into my head.

I picked her up and she clung to me tightly. "Daddy, where are we going?" She asked through sobs. I just shushed her and walked out of her room, and to mine.

I sat her down on the bed, and I crouched down to look at her in her beautiful eyes. "I know that I can sometimes get clouded by a lot of things, but you're my daughter, my baby girl, and right now. You and I are going to take a nap." I said

She just smiled and fell asleep on my chest. A moment like this is something I need to treasure more.

Completed on: 06/16/2021

"Kids! Come here and wash your hands before dinner." Y/n screams. I can hear that kids running around in the backyard. They don't listen, but they're kids. I'm eyeing them from the couch.

She starts again more strain in her voice, and force backing her. "JAZZ, VICTOR. COME HERE NOW." She screams, a heavy sigh leaving her lips, but still, the kids don't come. She throws her hands up and continues with the dishes.

I get up and open the sliding glass more. An arched eyebrow, as I see that the kids have gotten in the water hose. "Kiddos, did you hear your mom?" I ask as I walk over to the faucet and shut it off. My daughter perks up, "No daddy." She says, she looks exactly like me. She's got my nose and my sassy personality.

My son on the other hand is the spitting image of his mother. Younger than his sister by only a year. They're joined at the hips, everything Jazz does Victor has to do. "We didn't hear mommy at all daddy," Victor says. I shrug my shoulders.

"Come on you guys are wet, and dinner is almost ready. "Okay, Daddy." They say in unison. I hurry to roll up the hose, before pushing along the kids, past Y/n, and up the stairs.

"When I come back up here, the both of you better have new clothes on, and next time please listen to your mother," I say before walking back down the stairs.

Y/n is plating food and setting the dinner table. I lean to give her a soft cheek kiss, but she leans away. "Honey?" I ask, "What is wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing Jared. Just want to eat dinner is all." She says, moving back into the kitchen, I follow her. We've been together for ten years now. I know when things are wrong with my wife. Now are one of those times I wish that she would be open with me.

Y/n had a hard ever believing that I loved her, so when I asked her to marry me I had thought that the feelings had subsided. Now all of the sudden they're back, and I have a feeling it's got something to do with our kids.

I stare at her as she vigorously cleans off pots and pans before putting them gently into the dishwasher. The silence is killing me, so I leave our kitchen and climb the stairs. I'm met with two kiddos.

Jazz had changed her clothes and is in a dress now. Victor on the other hand has his shirt halfway on his body, but at least he's got pants on so. "See daddy, we have new outfits on," Victor says. I fix Victor's shirt, and grab both of their hands and walk us downstairs.

"Yes, you have great outfits on. Did you wash your hands?" I ask as we make it to the last stairs. They look at each other and shake their heads. I smile, and let go of their hands pushing them gently in the direction of the dinner table.

Y/n is still in the kitchen. I can hear the washer starting to clean the dishes. The kids sit and wait for dinner, I walk into the kitchen to see her with her hands brassing her body on the counter. "Sweetheart?" I ask, "The kids are down." I stated. She hums, and sniffles before turning around and walking past me and into the dining room.

What is going on with my wife?

She's never been this distance, was she crying when I went upstairs? Should I have stayed down here with her and talked? It's not like she really wanted to talk to me, shutting down all of my questions.

I hear the chair scrape on the hardwood flooring before I walk out with drinks for the kids. I set them down before sitting in my own chair. "Thanks, daddy." Jazz says, picking up her fork and picking at the food. Victor has his mouth stuffed with food.

Dinner was silent, unlike other nights. Were we all talk, Y/n's barely eating, her plate looks untouched. She looks like she's staring into the abyss. She's totally tuning out the kids, and me.

Dinner passes, and she grabs our plates, taking them into the kitchen. Usually, Y/n makes dinner, so I clean up but tonight different. In reality, the past few weeks have been getting worse and more like this. Y/n's figures dropped considerable pounds, her face is more hallow, skin paler.

She isn't letting me in to help her. I can't force her to tell me what's going on. So I'm at a loss here. Uncharted grounds with my wife. I walk into the kitchen, "Y/n? Talk to me and tell me what's going on?" I plead. I hate this feeling of being useless in helping my wife.

"There's nothing wrong Jared. Go give the kids a bath." She's being sharp with me, and it's becoming bothersome. I don't know where my soft, smiling girl went, or how long she's been gone.

I leave the kitchen yet again. A strange feeling cascading over me. "Come on Jazz, Victor," I speak gently to them. "Let's upstairs take baths," I say, Jazz is the first to get up taking my large hand in her very small one. Victor jumps from his seat and grabs my other hand. We make another trip up the stairs.

Stopping by their separate rooms to grab nightclothes. Jazz fusses about what she wants to wear. "Daddy I want that." She says pointing to a princess dress, "Baby you've got to wear jammies, not a dress to bed." I counter the tears that brim to her eyes is hard to fight.

Coming up with an idea on the spot, I reach into the closet and grab a princess jammy set. "We can wear this to bed baby," I say showing her that there is indeed a princess on the front. She nods her head and walks to the bathroom with her jammies in her hands.

Victor is an easier subject, he just points and yawns as the day's antics catch up with his tiny body. I grab his body and lay him over my shoulder. Bath time goes over fairly quickly a few suds and bubbles making their way onto my grey t-shirt.

The giggles float down the stairs, and Y/n can hear them, but ignore the twang in her core that tells her to go up and with her kids have fun with their daddy.

Y/n climbs the stairs but stops when she hears Jazz ask Jared a question. "Daddy, what's wrong with mommy?" She says perfectly. "Oh Jazz, mommy... Mommy is just tired that's all." Jared says to Jazz. "Why is she so tired? She didn't play with us today." Victor says. Jared chuckles and it sends a shiver through Y/ns body. "I know she didn't. But mommy did other things today that wore her out." Jared speaks to Victor.

"Alright kiddos, time to get dressed," Jared says, Y/n runs as quietly as she can to their bedroom. Shedding down her clothes and throwing them into the basket in the corner. She's quick to turn on the shower and jump in. Her tears and heaving are covered up by the sounds of the water hitting the tile floor.

It feels like ages to Y/n before she hears the bedroom doors open and then shut. She's quick to finish her shower, combing the shampoo through her hair, and finishing her shower with a good wash to her face.

I can hear the shower running. There are a few moments where it's silent in our bedroom. I slide my t-shirt off and throw it into the basket, the bubbling suds from Jazz and Victor's bathes ruined my shirt.

Sliding out of my jeans I slipped into something more comfortable. I had just gotten comfortable on our bed before Y/n comes out of the bathroom wrapped in her towel. As she turned around to reach into our wardrobe. I could see the hot marks that were on her back.

I sat up quickly pulling the water covers from my body. Reaching over to Y/n within a matter of seconds. Touching gently on her blistering skin. "What is this?" I stammered under my breath.

She gasps as my finger grazes over her shoulder blades, and then down her spine. "Jared it's nothing," Y/n answers me, but it's not really an answer she's bypassing my question.

"Stop doing that," I demand, I can see her body in the body mirror adjacent to us. Her head is looking down at the floor. "Why would you do that to yourself?" I request. She doesn't answer just shakes her head.

"Y/N, I want an answer. You can't hurt yourself and then not tell me why, or even what's on your mind." I rant off to her. Her head still hangs low.

"Jared. Do you... Do you think I'm a bad mother?" Y/n words hit me with a shock. Like a wave of so many emotions, it's hit me, and the breath that I was holding release. A moment of silence is killing Y/n, I can see her shrinking in the mirror.

"No, sweetheart I don't think you're a bad mother. I think you're an amazing mother." I state, My hands slipping from her back to her hips.

"But the kids, they don't listen to me. I'm constantly yelling and screaming for them to listen to me. You on the other hand. You just say something they listen, like it wasn't anything." Y/n whines.

She has been losing her mind for the past three weeks all because the kids listen to me and not to her. Because she has to be the bad cop and I somehow get to be the good cop in every situation.

I sigh and squeeze her hips. "Look baby, I know for a fact that the kiddos don't hate you, I also know that they're just kids. Later in life honey, I promise you'll be the one they that they adore and I'll end up being the one that they hate for all sorts of reasons." I remark.

I see the start of smiling on her face. "I'll grab something to cover those blisters and burns up with, grab a shirt of mine, put your slippers on. I'll grab the kiddos, we're going for a ride." I added.

The small smile that was on her face spreads and she drops her towel. Within a matter of moments, Y/n's got cream on her back, and an old shirt of mine on, along with her slippers.

I grab her hand and we leave our bedroom. She grabs Jazz, and I grab Victor. "Where are we going, baby?" Y/n asks. "We aren't going anywhere. I just want to be with my family. Show you just how say meaningful you are to our family." I stated

I heard a small whimper come from Jazz, "Mommy, where are we going?" Jazz says, "Mommy and Daddy are taking a drive, and you my love bug are coming with us."

After getting the kids in the back of the car, the drive started off slow, but eventually, we had made a fast track to the highway. We drove with our fingers interlocked, I could feel Y/n rub her thumb gingerly over my skin.

Smiling as I drove, she reached over and kissed my cheek, "Thank you, baby. I think I lose my mind sometimes. I'm thankful that you're always here for me." She whispered. I thought for a moment to remember a phrase from some time ago. "With you my dear, everything always seems perfect, but can you promise me something. Always keep fighting, fighting for you, for us, for them' I said pointing into the rear of the car.

She hummed and kissed my knuckles before snuggling close to my side. This right here is peace, utter peace. A place that I don't ever feel like leaving.

Completed on: 07/12/2021

Posted on: 07/13/2021

This is only our second summer together, but gosh do these two love to spoil the hell out of me.

Sometimes it can be too much, but they tend to reign it in. Instead, they like spoiling me in a more sensitive way, I love praise and hell so do they.

This summer, Jared had suggested that we go out to the islands, and Jensen suggested that we go back home to Texas, and do a few things at home.

Jared and Jensen were tired of the cold in Vancouver. I could tell as every night they'd come home and strip from their work clothes, and slip into our bed.

Late nights were hard on the two of them. They were very touchy-feely people. Even though many people didn't know that about Jensen. The moment he was home, he was wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing me softly on my neck.

Jared was different in his own way. He liked when we were together, but alone if that makes any sense. I've only been with these two dorks for two years now, and I'm still learning so much about them.

Since the season of supernatural was over I really did have the boys all to myself. I can't say that's a bad or good thing. It's just a thing. I love them I really do, but they've both stamina of a wild bear. They just don't stop.

In a sexual way, and in every other way. They push and push, until your screaming under them. But I'm getting off-topic. It was really up to me where we went for the summer.

I could see the smallest disappointment on Jared's sweet face when I agreed with Jensen about going back home to Texas. We pack our belonging into our carry-on bags, and Clif drives us to the airport.

The Vancouver airport is small, and nobody is really there besides a few other people. People are on their phones, reading books, and a few even have their laptops out.

It's odd, but I'm more than happy to get away from the cold. Jensen has his phone out, and Jared's pulled a book out of his carry-on bag. I kind of feel like a child in between these two strong men.

Our flight isn't bound to leave for another hour, or so all I can do is sleep. I lean my head onto Jared's shoulder feeling bad about agreeing with Jensen. I'm trying my hardest to make sure Jared knows I still love him.

Jared leans into my touch and keeps his head gently laying on top of mine. He moves the book over his hand sitting between his knee and mine. "Baby you can read with me." He says I only hum as the position I'm in is starting to cause pain in my neck.

I shift uncomfortably, and Jared turns completely to look at me. These airport chairs are not doing anything other than causing pain in my neck, and now my back.

I hear Jared close his book, keeping his thumb in the book for a quick bookmark. "If you're comfortable doll we can figure out a different way for you to sit." He says he's always been the one to make sure I'm comfortable, sweet-voiced, and not demanding, unlike Jensen.

Jensen is pulled him his phone when he hears Jared and me talking. "what's wrong you two?" He asks, he grumpy because we have to wake up so early and now we have to wait, he's not a very patient person.

"We are just discussing a different way for her to be more comfortable Jay," Jared says, I peak up my morning voice apparent. "Yeah, these damn airport chairs aren't a bit comfortable, babe," I said moving yet again, all I want to do is get a little nap before getting on the flight.

Jensen rolls his eyes, and sets his phone in his bag, before moving the armrest and expanding the space between our seats, so Jared follows in suit moving his armrest.

"See now you can be comfortable with both of us, honey. Try to get some sleep you look like you haven't got any in a few days." Jensen says picking up his phone once again.

I extend my short legs onto Jensen lap, and he moves quickly so he can rest his hands on my legs once in a blue moon gently rubbing my ankle, I rested my head on Jared's lap, and breathed in his cinnamon, and pine scent from him clothes, he hummed and rested his large hand in my hair, before opening his book back up.

Whenever we flew we always did so in first class. This flight was no different, but to get home in a decent time we had a connecting flight. So after a long flight a connecting flight and a two-hour drive to our humble abode.

My feet were killing me, and all I wanted to do was sleep in our bed. I slipped my shoes off after Jared set me down after carrying me from the car. Jensen carried all of the bags after arguing with both of us.

I slowly made my way up the stairs, as Jared was quickly behind me. My frequently long yawns making me stop on the step, I'd feel Jared's hand on my back letting me know he was behind me, and also telling me that I couldn't sleep on the steps.

"Okay, I'll move Jare," I said climbing the last few steps. Finally, after hours of walking, flying I made it to our bed, but before I could get comfortable Jar was pulling me from the comfort of the bed and to the shower.

"You need to shower, I'll shower with you seeing as you're going to fall asleep soon." He said, walking out of the bathroom. I had dozed off by the time he had gotten back from grabbing towels.

"Aw, sweetie. Jared said pulling my shirt from over my head and getting undressed, turning on the shower. He got undressed and we both hopped into the warm shower. He washed my hair and then my body nipping slightly at my shoulder and neck. I giggle sleepily and leaned into Jared as he washed my hair out and my body off.

Just as quickly as we got into the shower we were out my towel wrapped around my smaller frame. I could see the way Jared's shoulders were moving under his tanned skin.

"Come on bug, Jay put your clothes out on the bed," Jared said grabbing my hand softly and dragging me back into the bedroom. I let Jared take my towel off and dress me in my silk pajamas. I climbed into bed, Jensen already in bed his arms open for me to climb into, he was shirtless like any night, and only wearing his boxers.

Jared climbed into bed the same way. Finally back home and in the comfort of my bed with my two, strong, tall dorks. The next few days we just spend in the bed, Jared's quick to make breakfast every morning, and at night they are both quick to have my body in shivers, and on fire from them working their tongues, and hands.

Have a girl melting into the sticky, and hot sheets.

The texas air was warm and that perfect seeing as I wanted to tease Jared, and Jensen. After days of staying in, we were finally going to leave. I had made a suggestion of going to the mall, to see the lines of clothing for the summer.

We went out, I was wearing shorts, a shirt that was all too revealing. I was more than happy to let the sunbeam down my skin. My ass falling out of the shorts, and my breasts busting from their confines.

I could hear Jensen sigh as I walked outside. Jensen and Jared were wearing dark blue jeans their cowboy boots, and light-colored tops to keep the sun from makin' them any hotter than they already were.

If looks, good looks could kill they would have killed me long ago, and every single person who watches the supernatural show. 1.4 million people would be dead, now that would be supernatural.

Going out with Jared and Jensen was like going out with two bodyguards behind you at all times. Funny actually because when Clif wasn't with us, they really did take that role to heart, more Jared than Jensen.

Jared was easily a few inches taller than Jensen, so he took that role of keeping not only me safe when we were in crowded spaces, but also Jensen. Jensen was keen on helping me pick out clothes, bags, and other more sluty pieces of fabric.

He likes me in blue, and red. While Jared liked me in purples and whites. Such a contrast between the two of them. So whenever I went to lingerie stores like say Victoria's Secret the two of them followed close behind me pointing out ones they loved, and sometimes I'd have to turn around give them my best stare so that they'd be quiet in the store.

Reds, blues, purples, and whites.

Night's after we'd go shopping Jensen would have me show off the things I had been bought. Jared loved to watch me spin around with a smile on my face as I saw the way the fabric fit my form nicely.

Jensen wanted control over my body on nights like those. He wanted to see how many spasmatic orgasms he could pull from me, and like Jared, he'd just watch. It was torture for the fact that walked out of the house like a slut with my ass and breasts for nearly everyone to see.

The next days, my inner thighs hurt, and my neck looked like I'd been abused, for the amount of small dark purple hickeys on my neck. Large handprints on my ass from me not being a good girl and listening to Jensen during the night. Half crescent moon nail marks on my hips from how hard Jensen had held on while he was pounding into me.

So there were their colors Purple hickeys, Red hand marks, and half crescent moon marks.

But before I knew it we were out yet again. Jared's idea of going riding horses, He really did love the countryside we lived in. When we first got together Jared and Jensen shared a look. A look that I soon realized meant that they loved to see their girl in cowgirl attire.

A literally one part of our closet was just cowboy boots, flared jeans, and western-styled shirted, a few buckles that were in glass cases. In my opinion, we looked like the three stooges walking out of our home.

But at the same time, I could see Jared and Jensens smiles. I couldn't possibly ruin that for them at least right now. The drive to the said horse riding wasn't far, but Jensen drove to that, and Jared sat in the back with me, my shirt unbuttoned, and our tinted windows keeping peering eyes out of our private business.

His hands were massaging my breasts softly, and gently. I leaned my head back letting the moment go over slower, he took the advantage to knock my legs open instead of wearing the flaring jeans, I had on a skirt.

His hand slips in gently kneading at the supple skin of my inner thigh. Jared's long fingers lazily grazing over my soaked center, his tongue starts to graze over my weak point just under my ear, and he sucks not hard but enough to send a shiver down my back, and straight to my core.

He's taken advantage of me in the back of the car many times, whispering dirty things into my ears, as he nibbles at it. I'm lost in a world of lust, and euphoria. Lost in the whispers that Jareds keeps saying.

I'm so lost that I don't feel Jared pull his hands away, or Jensen say that we were there. In this haze of romance, love, and lust. He taps my knee and pulls my attention towards him.

"Doll, come back to earth. We are here." He says kissing my cheeks gently. Always so gentle, always so sweet. Everything in a man a woman would want.

Jareds the first to get out, I see Jensen grab something in front of the passengers' front seat, but I disregard it as Jared is holding his hand out forme and waiting for me to regain my focus and reign in my emotions before getting out of the SUV.

When I do finally make my way out of the SUV on weak knees, I'm met with two bright smiles, warm and earthy. Everything around us is screaming nature. It's screaming to be photographed.

Jensen is quick to grab my hand, like I said he loves the idea of always touching me no matter the place. Jared's hand slips into my own, and yet again I fall in love with them all over again.

A treacherous cycle. A cycle of undying love for each other, a cycle of fights and make-up. A cycle of worldwind emotion, but to be in their arms at the end of the night is all that matters to me.

Jensen stops making me stop, which in turn makes them last person stop. "I bought a gift for the three of us." He says, His eyes are twinkling in the sunset sky. "Oh we do love gifts, don't we Y/n?" Jared says. I roll my eyes looking over my shoulder.

"I bought us, Drum roll please Jare..... Cowboy hats." He says placing mine on my hair, I giggle and shake my head a little letting the hat fall nicely onto my head.

Jared takes it with is an open hand, and Jensen is quick to put his on. And before you know it, once again we look like the three stooges. Matching costumes, and everything.

There isn't a moment I can't see my life being without them. Yes sometimes they are dorks, and yes sometimes they fight, we all fight. but falling in love with them I hadn't nearly excepted. But being in love with the two of them is something I couldn't stop even if I try.

Completed on: 06/19/2021

Jared's has finally finished his time with the supernatural production, but he still looks like Sam, and not saying that I don't like the look I actually really do like the look, but I think Jared's having a hard time letting go of the show because of his look.

"Honey?" Jared said last night as he was making dinner. I hummed and looked up from the computer. I was trying to figure out the best schools to put our daughter in. Even though we still had months left before our daughter was here I still was worrying.

"Do you think I'd look bad without my long hair?" He asked. I dropped my shoulders and looked at my husband. My husband of five years now had always had issues with his appearance, and the show somewhat helped him, but now... Now it was doing the exact opposite.

"What are you asking dear," I said crossing my fingers together before resting them under my chin on the counter. He looked down at the floor, before answering my question fully.

"I'm asking you if you think I should cut my hair, to try and process the idea that I'm done with Supernatural. I don't know if I should, or if you'll even like it." My husband said rushing his words from his mouth.

"Baby, it shouldn't matter what I'll think of you after or even if you want to get your hair cut You should know that I'll always support you no matter what," I said getting off the stool and walking towards my tall husband.

"but there's something holding me back from growing and moving on to another shower like 'Walker' y'know." He rested his hands on my belly, before looking towards me. I smiled, reaching a hand up to his cheek.

"How about this. Tomorrow we can cut your hair here at home, so if you hate it you can blame me." I said smiling at him. He leaned into my touch and laughed before leaning down to kiss my forehead and got back to making dinner.

The following morning, Jared was up early. Already finished his workout and had made me breakfast. I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon from downstairs. When I got downstairs Jared was swaying along to the music coming from his earphones. And flipping a pancake.

"baby?" I asked. he turned and took out the earbud before and coming kissing my lips and grabbing my hand to drag me over to the kitchen table. "breakfast will be ready in a second." he said before rushing back into the kitchen and bringing me my morning water since I was pregnant I didn't do coffee anymore.

We sat in comfortable silence before Jared brought up the subject of last night's dinner. "You sure you're still okay with me cutting my hair dear." He asked. I set down my glass of water before answering him. I smiled and spoke. repeating my phrase from the night before.

"Jared if you want me to do it. I will, but know that no matter how you look I will always love you because of your heart, and soul." I said reaching over and placing my hand over his.

He smiled, "And we do it now?" he asked as I shoved a fork full of pancake into my mouth. I giggled and shook my head. He got up and got a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer. He set them on the table and slipped his shirt off. Always so damn hot.

But that's how we got here with me being five months pregnant, so focus y/n. He sat back down looking more happier than he had been in the past few weeks since.

I got up taking a long sip of my water. Grabbing the scissors from the top of the table. I took a deep breath, "Honey grab me your brush." I said to Jared, he was out of the chair and back into it quicker than you could nougat.

After brushing his hair, and making sure his hair was pretty unknotted, and perfectly laying on his shoulders. I grabbed the scissors, checking once more with my husband. “Jar are you sure that you’re okay with ME cutting your hair?” I asked before I just started chopping at his long locks.

Jared smiled before answering me. “Of course I trust you baby.” He said kissing my hand that was on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath I left Jared’s shoulder, now behind him, I petted his hair down one last time. Loving the texture of his hair under my fingers, loving the way it drug through my fingers. Loving the crisp wintery smell that always wafted from him as he walked around the house.

I settled down after taking in the last time I’d be seeing my husband with long hair for a while. I grabbed a section of hair at the certain of his scalp and took my scissors to town. Chopping and cutting letting the hairs fall to the floor and before I knew it I had done all of his head. A large pile sat at the bottom of the floor.

“I really hope you like it,” I said dragging my finger through his hair before shaking off any regiments of longer hairs onto the floor of our dining room. “Let me go grab you one of my compact mirrors for you to use,” I said taking the scissors with me and putting them back into their respectful place before grabbing my compact mirror from my pocketbook at the front door.

I clicked it open loving the sound of the snap. I handed it to Jared awaiting an answer a comment literally anything. My anxiety getting the worst of me I started to panic. “I knew you weren’t going to like it,” I said stomping my foot on the hardwood floor.

He turned setting the compact mirror on the table. “Y/n I love it.” He said standing up letting the chair hit the floor with his fast motion before grabbing me for a huge and long embrace.

Warm and safe

“Thank you so much, baby! You don’t know how much you just saved me.” He said kissing my forehead before reaching his pointer finger under my chin and bringing it up to look up at him.

“You did fantastic baby.” He said before taking my lips with his. Soft warm and safe was Jared Padalecki and damn was I happy to be married to one and be a part of the marvelous family we already had and we currently creating.

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Completed on: 10/03/2021

There were just some things that I absolutely loved about Jared. The one that always got me was his height. I wouldn’t say that I had a size kink, but I did love to see Jared tower over me. There was the way he interacted with every single random person. His bread, god that was the best thing. When he'd kiss me and his bread would lightly graze the side of my face.  

His large hands holding me close to his frame. His hands setting and staying on the small of my back. The same hands that would hold my hand tenderly as I broke down in his arms, and then hold me down and squeeze me tight before letting me go.

His cute smile that no matter what was going on around him he had on. It was plastered to his face. Damn that smile, that smile has it works on me, it could make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, or it could bring me down to my knees.

His slick long brown hair, that he’d run his hair through, or I'd pull and tug on while he kissed me hard. His hair that would fall in front of his face while he was trying to focus on dialogues, blowing it out of his face. Sometimes it would fall and graze my stomach as he kissed down.  

His soft lips that would give me temple kisses, and forehead kisses. Those same lips made me feel cared for, safe and secure, but could make me blossom with passion, and scream his name. Jared’s deep voice that one that would tell me ‘good morning’ and ‘I love you’ in the mornings. That was the same voice that would command me to be a ‘good girl’ or call me ‘Baby girl’.  

His soft giggle that would turn into a booming, deep laugh. Mostly those small, soft giggles happened when we were alone in the comfort of our own home. But those deep and booming laughs happened when he was around friends and family. Especially when he was around Jensen, that man just knew how to make him laugh.  

The way he’d bite his lip if he was having a hard time understanding things. The way he’d grab a hold onto my hand, and pull me into a short, and simple kiss before I left the house, the same hands that would rub deep circles into my back when I didn’t feel well.

The way his voice would draw with a Texas slang to it, and other times when it was sharp and clean. Sometimes just for fun and to tease me he’d whisper dirty things into me ear using that Texas draw. Nights where he’d bring me up into his chest and gently comb through my hair with his fingers. He’d usually start at the base of my neck and gently graze through, untangling knots as he went.  

But sometimes the roles were reversed, Jared would lay down his head in my lap. I graze my hand through his hair. Making sure I was careful as to not tug too much on his hair. His luscious locks gliding through my fingers. I’d repeat the same motion over and over again until I heard little quaint snores.  

And don’t get me started on how when I wake up and he still asleep I loved to watch him. Those gorgeously long eyelashes hung over his cheeks. And when Jared finally did wake up how he’d grab my waist and pull me in, attaching his lips to my neck, giving me soft morning kisses.  

How when he was gone, filming for supernatural or more recently Walker. I’d rummage through his clothes to find that perfectly over sized, t-shirt and sweats. That was laced his sweet sugar cookie scent. Jared never put on a massive amount of cologne, he’d look over at me and ask if he needed to wear any at all.  

My answers is always the same ‘You don’t need any handsome. You already smell amazing.’ Jared hugs were always the best, but they all had different meanings. Hugs that were being given because I was upset, or crying those were always so gentle. Another one was when I'd pick him up from the airport and he’d drop all of his things, I'd ran and he’d always catch me, the strength in his arms that I needed to ground me.  

Once in a blue moon I'd catch him wearing his geeky black glasses, but I had honestly forgotten how nerdy he was. The hundreds of books that Jared had lined up in the book shelves. If he wanted to, he could list off random facts, things that he had picked up because he read so much.  

Don’t let me forget that because he was so tall, when I'd go to kiss him, I'd either have to pull him down to my level by pulling his shirt, stand to reach him on my tip toes, or he’d have to pick me up. My legs crossing behind his back and his hands landing on my ass.  

I could write a whole book of things that I loved about Jared, but most of all is that I loved Jared because he was that sweetest person I had ever met. We clicked right away and since the start I haven’t been able to see him any other way. I see perfect when I look at Jared.  

Deciding last winter that Y/n and I would end up going to the beach for a tiny visit. Dip our feet in the sand and just relax during the summer. Y/n had told many times over again that her favorite place was the beach, she loved the board walk. She just wanted to feel free.  

She wanted to feel the breeze flow through her hair. Smell the beach air, hear the crashing of the waves. She wanted nothing more than to do that with me. Y/n was a person who kept many things to herself, opening her up was hard. Eventually though, she opened up to me. Her heart and then her mind.  

Letting me comfort her, letting me listen to all those thoughts. She had expressed one day that she trusted me so much that she had fall in love with me. I know an odd statement to make, to tell someone. That was just the way that Y/n was, she was my odd girl.

So, I set the date reserving a hotel room for us, and told Y/n to pack her belongings for the trip to the beach. I packed my swim trunks, a few nice outfits for dinner, of course shoes, and some toiletries. After finishing packing, I sat down and watched Y/n methodically pack everything in her suitcase.  

Her make-up, shoes, and toiletries laying at the bottom of the case, while she rummages through her side of the closet to find what she wanted so badly. She’d pull out sun dresses, that flowed as she moved them. Pulling out a few outfits and laying them next to the case.  

Then Y/n went through all her draws trying to find all of her other necessary clothing. Still, I sat and watched her, she was still beautiful as the day I had met her. “You look beautiful, honey.” I said watching as she moved around the room.  

I saw a small smirk. “You’re going to distract me, Jare.” Y/n said as she started to fold her clothes and place them in her case. I had decided that we would drive, I honestly didn’t want to fly not when everyone would probably be on the cramped together. Trying to all get to their summer vacation.  

“We drive out tomorrow. We’ve got be up early, Y/n.” I said picking up my phone to set an alarm. “Yes, I know, I’m almost done packing. I promise.” She said zipping up her case and rolling it over to mine. “I’m going to go wash up and get ready for bed, you should do the same Jare.” Y/n said slipping her t-shirt over her head and ending to the bathroom.  

Do the same thing I slipped out of my shirt, and fell asleep in bed. And just like that my alarm was blaring, Y/n cuddled into my chest, hair spread all over the place. I somehow made my way out of her very grabby hands.  

I grabbed our suitcases and all of my personal belongings taking them out to the car. I waited until the very last few minutes before going back up to our room and waking Y/n. “Honey...” I said softly shaking her, “Whattt.” She spoke “Baby, we are going to the beach today, get up and go to the bathroom I’ll grab all your stuff.” I said pulling the comforter off her body.

I grabbed her purse and put her charger cord, phone, earbuds, and her wallet in her purse and waited for her to come out of the bathroom.  I only had to wait for a few minutes before she dragged her feet out the bathroom.  

“Grab your pillow and blanket, I’ll drive and you can sleep.” I said walking out of our bedroom. Then I heard the little patter and pat of Y/n’s feet behind me. I let her out of the door first, still no shoes so I grabbed her slippers that were next to the door. And closed the door and locked it.  

Making my way down to the car, I opened Y/n’s door and let her get comfortable before handing her purse to her. And putting her slippers on the floor. Shutting her door after I made sure she was buckled in. I walked over to the driver side of the car, turning the engine and backed-up out of the drive way.  

The drive was okay, not a lot of people on the road. And we barely stopped more than a few times. Y/n had woken up only a few hours after we started driving. She stretched and said “Hey, hon” A yawn interrupting her sentence. “How far are we away?” She asked  

I hadn’t really checked that in a while, so I took a look at my GPS. “About 6 hours left.” I said looking over at Y/n for a second before putting my attention back on the road. “Jare? Do you want me to drive?” Y/n asked.  

That was odd, normally if I drove us anywhere, I did all of the driving. She had never asked, but I had never asked either. So, a sort of cross road I was at. “The next rest stop is a few hours away, if you still want to drive at that point then go for its baby.” I spoke.  

Y/n turned on the radio, flipping through channels. Finally, she found what I could only assume was 80’s music. “Sweet child O mine, One of my favorites.” Y/n said, before the song started. I looked over at her, everyday there was something new I learned about her.  

So, with Y/n awake, and songs banging through the speakers. It made the driving much quicker, I turned into the rest stop and parked “You still wanna drive baby?” I said looking at Y/n’s bright face. “What type of question is that? Of course, I still wanna drive. You have driven us around enough.”  

Another thing that I loved about Y/n. She cared so much about everyone around her. Even without me saying anything, I think she known that I was tired of driving. Y/n got out the car, and switch places with me, shushing me to the passenger side.  

I had to reposition the sit, seeing as I'm a foot taller than Y/n. Y/n had to do the same thing, she looked over at me and said “I love you baby.” Another thing she always does just says ‘I love you’ out the blue. It took me a while to get used to it. “I love you too, honey.” I said finally getting into the car.  

I had turned the car off, so Y/n just buckled up and backed-up and started to drive. Finally, we made it to our hotel and unpacked most of our things out of the car and into the hotel room. Y/n wanted to go the beach the second we got there.  

“Jare, can we go the beach now?” “How about we go after we have eaten something?” I spoke She agreed and we went to go find food. Y/n had ended up finding a burger shop. So, we ate and then Y/n dragged me out to the beach.  

Y/n then I guess got frustrated with my speed and ran towards the sand, not even caring to slip her shoes off. And then waited for me, “You couldn't wait, could you?” I asked with a small smile crossing my face. “No... No, I couldn’t wait for you.” So, we walked back all the way down to the pier and then turned around walking the other direction.  

Finally, what had seemed like 2 hours of walking we had made it back up to the section of boardwalk. My feet hitting the wood of the board walk first, holding my hand out for Y/n to grab. And then her feet hit the board walk. Walking back to our hotel, it wasn’t until Y/n made it off the board walk that she noticed that she only had one shoe in her hand.  

When I couldn’t feel her hand I turned around and saw her standing there. Shoulder slumped, bottom lip out, looking like she was pouting. “What’s wrong?” She held up her one shoe, and said “I lost my shoe, babe!”  

“No, you didn’t the other on is on your foot.” I said looking down to see that she was right. “Nice Supernatural line, Y/n” She rolled her eyes and throw her shoe away. “How about you ride on my back until we make it back to the hotel?” She shook her head with excitement, and jumped on my back. “Here’s to not losing anymore shoes.” I said and walked in the direction of our hotel.