#jensenxreader

Especially since they had Homelander. Whoever came up with that name? Amber thought it was a bit funny. Homelander. She had a feeling he'd crumble if they'd ever met but he didn't get outside much.

There was a knock at her front door. Amber glanced up from her TV and set the remote down, answering it. "Well, hello." She leaned against the door frame.

None other than Billy Butcher stood in front of her. "Hello to you too, love." He hadn't changed in the time they hadn't seen each other. Still had that shit-eating grin on his face.

"Need something?" Amber left Butcher at the open doorway and sat back on her couch.

Butcher stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Where's the kid?" He glanced around the house, seeing no sign of Ryan. 

Amber and her roommate, Eden, were more than fit to take care of Ryan. Eden was a Supe and… well, Butcher didn't know exactly what Amber was but he knew for sure Compound V was not flowing through her veins. 

"Eden took him out." Amber could see Butcher take in a breath to start berating her about the dangers of Ryan being seen in public. "Don't worry, Butch. Eden's careful. They're probably at some random park where she knows there ain't any cameras nearby." She thought for a moment, pursing her lips. "Unless you count game cameras but, y'know."

Butcher shook his head and waved her off. "Yeah, I know. Look, mate, that's not why I'm here anyway." 

"Okay," Amber said carefully, crossing her legs on the couch. "Wanna explain?" 

"There's this weapon. Something that took down Soldier Boy. And me and the Boys have a means of finding it." Butcher explained. His hand twitched slightly at his side. Amber waited for the catch. "But, it's at a Russian base." And there it is. "And while we could get in there ourselves, would be nice having someone watch our backs." 

Amber sighed, brushing a hand through her hair. She could tell he wanted to use it on Homelander. For Ryan. For Becca. His perfect revenge. And, to be honest, Amber couldn't blame him. 

"What do you need me to do?" 

Getting to the Russian base sucked. She had to wear a janitor's jumpsuit and it itched in all the wrong places. She had to adjust the fabric on her crotch a few times. Amber leaned against their truck while Kimiko talked with her.

Your hair looks pretty, Kimiko signed with a smile. Amber's hair was thrown into a ponytail much like hers but, from the last time Kimiko had seen her, some pieces of deep blue framed her face.

Amber smiled softly at Kimiko. "Thank you." She talked as she signed before she heard a crackling of electricity. It must've been Butcher fucking up the power box. 

They all made their way inside the main lab area, Frenchie and Kimiko began looking through files while Marvin, Hughie, and Butcher just looked around for anything that could even resemble a weapon. Amber was more interested in the strange pod that stood in the middle of the room. She tried to take a look inside the small sliver of glass but it was way too frozen over for her to see anything. Her curiosity died. 

As Amber started to look through a desk, the alarm went off. The whole room, and possibly the entire building, was drenched in red light. "Shit." She ducked down as she heard the door get slammed open. 

All or nothing, huh? While the Boys had guns and Kimiko had her powers, their ammo was limited and even Kimiko didn't always like using her powers. Plus, they were outnumbered. As always. 

Amber grabbed a nearby man and punched him so hard that his helmet broke, she broke his arm for good measure. He screamed in pain. She stomped on the floor causing the ground to rumble as a perfectly shaped block all of a sudden lifted to send another man flying through the ceiling. Amber punched in the air, a fire emitting from her fist that caught a Russian on fire. She swept at his legs and stomped on his chest, wiping her boot on the ground afterward.

"Oi, cunts!" Butcher lazered someone behind her. Amber stood back, surprised. When did Butcher become a Supe? Either way, she was glad he got that guy for her.

Once the henchmen were all dead, Marvin and Butcher had a little lover's tiff about Compound V. Amber didn't really pay attention. But they hadn't found any Supe-killing weapon yet. Her eyes shifted back to that pod. She could feel the water pumping into it, freezing something inside. At first, she didn't really care but if it was what they were looking for….

"Woah, we don't know what's in that." Hughie reasoned as Amber stepped closer. 

Amber looked at him sharply, "Do you want to come up empty-handed?" Hughie didn't have a response to that. "Didn't think so." She held out her hands in front of the pod, feeling for any way she could open it without completely breaking it.

"I know, she's hot when she's angry." Frenchie whispered behind her, likely because Kimiko said something.

When Amber found no proper way to open it, she put her fingers in the edges of the door and completely pulled it off its hinges. She threw it to the side and stepped back. There was a hiss of steam, too great for her to even see through but it went away over time. Revealing a face. Who was very much alive.

"Soldier Boy." Butcher whispered beside her. He was shocked but it didn't show on his face. It showed on Marvin's face. 

Amber had heard of Soldier Boy before. Of course she had. But, like everyone else, she assumed he died in the '80s. Due to saving our country from nuclear holocaust? She wasn't so sure. But there he was, in the middle of a Russian lab very much alive.

Soldier Boy stumbled out of the chamber, breaking free from whatever bound him to it in the first place. Firstly, Amber noticed his large beard and then that he was completely naked. She looked away, covering her mouth with disgust. Until she noticed rubble was gravitating towards Soldier Boy. And his chest was starting to glow. 

Amber knew she'd be able to withstand whatever blast he made but what about the others? She opted to guard Marvin while Kimiko dove to protect Frenchie. Except Soldier Boy hit her right through a wall, causing a large piece of metal to wedge itself in Kimiko's leg. And she wasn't healing. 

Frenchie ran over to her, Soldier Boy was long forgotten. Who the fuck cared when the love of his life was in danger? Blood was seeping out of her and Kimiko had a hard time staying awake. They were able to get her into the truck, Marvin flashed a light in her eyes to try and keep her eyes open. 

"Hey, you have water right?" Amber asked Butcher, slapping his shoulder as he drove to the nearest safe house they had. 

Butcher nodded, throwing a water bottle in the back. She caught it with ease and broke the seal.

Amber waved her hand and the water flowed out and onto Kimiko's wound. "Frenchie, I'm gonna say three, two, one and I want you to take that out of her, okay?" Frenchie was frantic and Amber couldn't help but feel for him. He nodded, tears drying on his face as he gripped the metal piping. "Three. Two. One."

Frenchie ripped it out and Kimiko's head lulled as Amber got to work healing her as best as possible. She wasn't the best at water-healing but she'd been working on it. 

At the safe house, Frenchie set Kimiko in her own makeshift hospital room with gauze around her thigh. Amber and Marvin sat in the garage, watching some tapes they took from the lab. Tapes of Soldier Boy getting AK-47 rounds down his throat, scalpels to the eye, and all kinds of other shitty stuff. 

Amber pursed her lips. They had done some sort of nuclear testing on an already very powerful Supe. That wasn't good. Well, maybe it was for Butcher. Kimiko was normal now. As normal as she could be. 

"Did you really think this was a good idea?" Aang had a hand on his forehead. 

When did Amber slip into the Spirit Realm? She didn't do it intentionally. But, then of course, there were times Aang or Roku wanted to tell her how disappointed they were in her so they'd drag her into it.

Amber glanced around, her world was paused as Aang's spirit stood in front of her. "Soldier Boy is gonna be our weapon. We just gotta find him." She crossed her arms, staring back at Aang. 

When she was younger, she revered Aang. Avatars weren't taught in schools anymore and there were barely any relics of the time. Benders of any kind were thought to be killed off or simply non-existent anymore. Supes kind of replaced them. Until Amber came along and she had visions of a land that did not look like the one she was brought up in. She was young when she first met Aang, he was similar to a father figure and guided her through the stages of life and taught her how to be strong. 

Except Amber was naturally strong already. As far as she knew, her physical strength exceeded any other Avatar before her. She wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the Avatar running through her that knew she'd have to be stronger if she was going to exist in a world overrun by Vought. 

"He doesn't seem stable. You need to keep him under control." Aang advised, careful not to make his tone too pointed, or else Amber would happily make her way back into her body. 

"She's not an idiot, Aang." Korra chimed in. As Amber grew older, she realized she had a lot more in common with Korra than Aang. 

He let out a sharp breath. "She's still young. And has a lot to learn." 

Amber was twenty-five, a grown adult with a house. And while Aang was right to an extent, Amber had been fighting for her life nearly every day since she was born. It was hard to keep her bending hidden from Vought but she was careful and so were her parents. Real peace was never in the cards for her. 

Letting out a breath, Aang and Korra disappeared and she was back in real life. She opened her eyes with a hand on her shoulder. Marvin. "You alright? Your tattoos were doing that glowy thing again." 

Amber gave Marvin a polite smile and nodded, rubbing her hand up her arm where a few tattoos were. "I'm good. Had a little convo with my ancestors. Y'know, the usual." She stood up and went to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She wanted to scream. Amber leaned over the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Aang had saved the world at twelve. Korra had saved the world multiple times over a year or two and what had Amber done? Nothing. She killed a few Supes, a lot more non-supes, and nothing life-changing happened because of it. She was the Avatar. The savior of the people. And what saving had she done? Kimiko was struggling to stay alive, her parents were dead, and everyone Amber had as a mentor nearly died as well. And they weren't saved by her hands.

Amber took in a shaky breath as she stared at herself. Her emotions were becoming too much. Her eyes started to glow blue. No. She shook her head and took a deep breath. Eden. She willed herself to think about that instead. Eden was still alive. Her only friend that wasn't connected to the Boys. Or, the only friend she had made outside the Boys. Eden had a thing going on with Hughie. And Starlight. Amber didn't question it. 

"Is she gonna have a meltdown?" Hughie asked in a whisper.

Butcher glared at him. "Shut the fuck up." He had a bit of a soft spot for Amber. They both had people they loved taken away from them, not to mention they felt the overwhelming need to do anything it took to get revenge on whoever took it away from them. 

Back in New York, a bunch of shit went sideways. Soldier Boy went nuclear in front of some random building but Marvin made the connection he was likely going to the Legend. 

—--- 

"Do you think this is even gonna work?" Amber crossed her arms. Butcher had just drugged Marvin and set him as gently as possible on the ground. 

Butcher cocked an eyebrow at her. "Doubting me now, love?" He asked with a small laugh. 

Amber heard footsteps on gravel, causing her to look in the direction they came from. Sure enough, Soldier Boy rounded the corner of a beat-up car in his suit. He'd trimmed his beard and hair. He looked a lot better than he did at the Russian base. Amber narrowed his eyes at him, ready to fight in case that's what he wanted.

"You two… you're from the lab." Soldier Boy's eyes studied the two of them. They stayed a little longer than necessary on Amber. She had a feeling as to why but he didn't voice it so neither would she. "Why are you here?"

Amber could ask the same question but she already knew the answer. "We want to come to an agreement. Of sorts." Butcher smiled wickedly. "You can call this…" He waved to the trailer behind him. "A gesture of good faith." 

Soldier Boy narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. They were going to let him kill the Crimson Countess. He stepped closer, making his way inside and they made no move to stop him. But Avery could hear the conversation from outside. 

It was hard not to feel a little bit of sympathy for the man. The Crimson Countess called him Ben. He was captured, experimented on, shot full of nearly any chemical they had in the compound all because of her. But Amber also felt for her as well. Soldier Boy got all the glory and she assumed he had the ego as high as a mountain, knowing him to some extent would be hell. It sucked that Amber was going to be in that hell.

And then the trailer blew up. She thought she was gonna see it coming. She didn't. Amber was flown a good ten feet away and landed on her stomach. "Fuck me…" She groaned as she rolled onto her back. 

Hughie and Annie came running, only to see Amber on the ground and Butcher carrying Marvin. "What happened? Is he hurt?" Annie's eyes were wide at the sight.

"No need to worry about him. Just four or five milligrams of Rohypnol." Butcher shrugged.

Annie's eyes started to glow. "You fucking roofied him?" 

The trailer behind them was in shambles, smoke everywhere but Amber could hear someone coming out from the rubble. Soldier Boy with not even a scratch or hair out of place. Annie's eyes shifted to him, prepared to fight.

Hughie stepped in front of her while Amber did the same. She let them have whatever talk they were gonna have, glancing back at Soldier Boy. He didn't want to fight them. The Countess was the only thing he came for. Amber narrowed his eyes at him. 

She'd heard stories about him from the Legend seeing as he was the only one she knew that had ever met Soldier Boy before. Amber knew that whatever beta Compound V they gave him made him stop aging past forty, that he was a grade A Playboy, and was involved in quite a few cover-ups over the years. Whatever Soldier Boy was pumped full of in those early days of Vought, Amber thought Homelander needed it. She counted quite a few wrinkles on his face that Soldier Boy didn't have. 

Yeah, Amber had to admit the guy was attractive but she'd never say that to his face. While Soldier Boy seemed a little… emotionally stunted at the moment, she had a feeling that'd change and he'd go back to his ways the moment they got out of there. 

And she was right.

Amber nearly had to throw up while Butcher and Hughie tried talking to him. The man had only a robe on and was in the middle of trying to fuck someone. He hadn't even bothered to lock the door. 

"I think it would be a good idea if you stayed with Amber." Butcher suggested. 

Amber had checked out for most of the conversation until that. "Wait, the fuck?" She shook her head. "Butch, I'm not taking care of…" She waved in the general direction of Soldier Boy, still not wanting to look at him. "That." 

Ben wrapped his silk robe around his body and cocked an eyebrow at her. "What are you? Some kind of fag?" He stood from the bed, tilting his head. Hughie's eyes widened while Butcher just looked amused. "You're tall enough to be a tranny so I wouldn't be surprised." 

"Yeah? And I bet you'd just love having my cock in your mouth to shut you up." Amber countered with a glare, finally looking Soldier Boy in the eyes. Butcher let out a loud laugh, turning away from the two of them.

He had nothing to stay in response, staring at her with hard eyes. "You're a feisty one, I'll give you that." Ben tilted his head slightly. 

Butcher turned back and shook his head, motioning with his hand. "Whatever the fuck this is, you're gonna have to get along." He faced Amber, "I don't like it as much as you do, love, but we both know you're the safest person he," Butcher jutted his head in the direction of Soldier Boy. "Can be with." 

Amber's jaw clenched, looking from Butcher to Ben. She had a feeling Eden wouldn't like him living with them but, hopefully, it wouldn't be for too long. "Fine." She stepped closer to Ben, fists at her sides. "You get out of line, you're fucked." 

"I plan on it." Ben smirked.

----

Jensen's wife had died three years ago and Y/N had always known that she would never get involved with a widower. More often than not, it was difficult for the new woman to get a halfway equally important place in a widower's heart. And Y/N was fed up with always being second. She had had that often enough by now and she didn't want to be hurt like that again. So when Jensen started flirting with her and wanting to get closer to her, her alarm bells went off. She had always had a crush on him ever since she first saw Jensen on TV and through a somewhat embarrassing incident he had found out, but Y/N had always held back. A small voice inside her had whispered to her that it didn't have to be like that with the dark blond Texan. That maybe he was completely different and that she wouldn't feel the same way with him. But then happened exactly what she had finally feared.

They had been together for almost six months now and Y/N had visited him at his home on a number of occasions, sometimes even staying at his place for several days. She hadn't really felt comfortable with it, because Jensen had left everything in his house as it was. And now that she knew him on a very personal level, she had also discoverd that the style of the interior reflected very little of his own taste. After Y/N realized this, it was almost as if his wife was present in every room, looking down at them from every wall. Maybe she imagined that, but she didn't dare to talk to Jensen about it. It also seemed like he wasn't very comfortable in her home, which should have been another red flag.

And then, a week ago, it happened. Y/N had just arrived at Jensen's to spend the weekend with him. They had decided to stay at home, cook and then watch a movie. So while Y/N unpacked her bag, Jensen quickly took a shower. In her bag she had brought a few personal items from her apartment to feel a little more comfortable at Jensen's home. That wasn't much, just two books and a picture. On a living room wall there was a large shelf on which almost only decorative items were placed. So Y/N made some space on one of the shelves and put her stuff there. She looked at her handiwork from behind the couch and smiled. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even notice it. Still, she felt better right away. Satisfied with herself, she went into the kitchen and began to arrange and prepare the ingredients. But when Jensen came out of the bathroom, the good mood didn't last long.

“You already started? What are we going to cook?” Jensen smiled.

“From what you've got here, I'd say... pasta.” Y7N smiled back at him and saw him nod in agreement.

“Sounds great. Do you need help?”

“You can cut the onions, if you want?” Jensen made a face, but Y/N knew he would do it anyway.

Y/N pulled out another cutting board and knife while Jensen went into the living room and turned on the TV. She heard him zapping through the channels until he got stuck on one. Y/N was just getting a pot out of the cupboard and putting it on the stove when the drama ensued.

“Y/N?”

She heard Jensen calling her, but there was something about his tone that she didn't like right away. So she looked at him and raised her eyebrows questioningly. But when she realized where her boyfriend was standing, a chill ran down her spine. Cautiously, Y/N came out from behind the kitchen island and slowly approached him.

“What's wrong?” she asked slowly.

“Did you do that?” he sounded annoyed, but she wasn't quite sure why.

Jensen pointed to the shelf, exactly where her things were and then she suddenly knew why he was upset.

“Jensen...” she tried, but she didn't get far.

He was already taking her items down from the shelf. “I didn't tell you you could do that." Jensen put the things on the living room table and put everything back in its place.

“I didn't realize I need to ask you for it.” she answered.

Something just went very wrong here. She really hadn't asked Jensen if it was okay to bring something of hers and leave it here. But those were just a few things that were hardly noticeable. It wasn't like she wanted to move in with him right away. It should only help that she also felt at home here. But she must have thought wrong. Maybe it was now time to talk to Jensen about her feelings and thoughts. Maybe then he would understand.

“Jensen.” She took a few steps towards him and talked gently to him. “Your wife died almost three years ago. Which is painful, I understand. But since then... you haven't changed anything here. It's like..” How should Y/N describe this without hurting or offending him? “...she never left.”

Jensen huffed, but Y/N spoke again. “Do not get me wrong. Of course it's clear that you don't want to lose the memory of her, I understand that too. But I thought that we both started fresh together. That I too now have a place here with you. But every time I'm here... it feels like I'm intruding unintentionally. As if I would disturb here.”

She looked down and played with the hem of her shirt. It wasn't the whole truth, but still it wasn't a lie. She didn't want to admit it, but every time the two of them were here, Y/N experienced what she never wanted to feel again.. Like she's only second. But Jensen didn't seem to hear her words.

“You had no right to just switch things around here. These things belonged to my wife. If I want to part with it, I'll do it myself.” he fired back and looked at her unyieldingly.

“Nobody asks that of you...” she replied, but it was as if Jensen just wouldn't hear her. He just kept talking.

“Your things don't fit in here at all. When we remodeled this house, my wife spent weeks on the phone back and forth with the architect to get everything set up as it is now. You can't really compare that to your cheap furnishing style.”

Then there was silence. Jensen had turned away from her and was examining the items on the shelf. It was like he was lost in his thoughts. Y/N didn't quite know how to react to his hurtful statements. She was staring to get mad too, but she didn't want to get short-tempered too. Otherwise the situation could escalate and a reasonable conversation would be almost impossible.

“Wow...I...I didn't wanna intrude...I just thought that...I would have a place here now too.” she repeated. Oh, how wrong she was and Jensen was just about to show that to her.

“Well, you must have thought wrong on that.” Jensen crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at her angrily.

“What...what is that supposed to mean?”

Anger spread in Y/N, but she still didn't want to offend Jensen. It was all a sensitive topic and a special situation. Something she wasn't familiar with. Virtually unknown territory. But still, he didn't have to be so mean. She had always thought that the two of them could talk normally about such things. But she should be wrong about that, too.

“That's obvious, isn't it? YOU are not my wife. And you never will be either!”

And there it was. The moment when Y/N's heart shattered into a thousand pieces and the raw pain choked her so much that tears stung her eyes. Her heart was pounding so hard she feared it could be heard throughout the house. Jensen had practically thrown at her the reason why she never wanted to do anything with a widower. And maybe she just should've stuck to that. The lump in her throat made it impossible for her to speak. But Y/N didn't have to either, because Jensen wasn't finished yet.

“Everyone expects me to just start over. To leave her death behind like it never happened. But what no one seems to understand is that she was taken from me just like that. Completely unexpectedly, her life was taken. That was not fair! Everything went well, we were happy! And suddenly she's just not here anymore! Just because someone was messing with their phone while driving. I couldn't even say goodbye and nothing will ever bring her back to me. The house, all this..." Jensen stretched out his arms to either side and turned to point to everything around him. "...is the only thing I have left of her. And nobody's going to take that away from me."

That's all Y/N needed to hear. In a way he was right. It wasn't fair to lose someone you loved unexpectedly. But he wasn't the only one in the world this happened to either. And it didn't justify the fact that he hurt her so much with his words and didn't even realize it. But further conversation was pointless at the moment and Y/N wanted nothing more than to go home. Back to where she really felt comfortable and safe.

“Okay.” she replied softly, but didn't manage to look at Jensen.

She grabbed her belongings from the table and retrieved her empty bag. Y/N put on her jacket and shoes and left Jensen without another word.

And since then she hadn't heard from Jensen. She had expected that he might call in a day or two later. When he calmed down and realized how hurt his words were, at least he would apologize. But nothing. Which didn't mean Y/N would forgive him right away. Still, she would have liked an apology. But she didn't even get that from him. How could she have been so wrong about Jensen?

Y/N didn't dare write to him herself. He still had some of her stuff from her, that she had left behind in her rush to get away and even if it was just clothes she wanted them back. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her cell phone and wrote Jensen a neutral message. Y/N certainly wouldn't apologize. And since he didn't seem to want to apologize either, maybe it was time to realize that it was actually over and that she had to look ahead after all.

It lasted until the early evening when Jensen answered her. And he, too, didn't wrote much. He just sent her an address to go to, as he thought it would be better if they met in public. If Y/N had a little bit of hope before, it was all gone now. So, with a heavy heart, she set out. Her annoyance was still somehow there and actually she would like to take it out on Jensen. But on the other hand, she didn't want to give him that power over her either. He had already made her fall in love with him. Something she had finally wanted to say to him a week ago. Luckily she hadn't.

When Y/N arrived at their destination, she wondered a bit. The address belonged to a glamping site where you could eat and stay overnight. After a moment she got out of her car and walked towards the main building. A young woman was standing at the reception desk and Y/N gave her her name. The woman smiled and gave her a little map after telling her the way. What was that supposed to mean?

With the map in hand she set off and after a short time she realized that she was walking towards a small dome tent, the upper third of which was transparent. the weather was now getting quite warm and summer was fast approaching. There shouldn't be a single cloud in the sky that night and in this tent one would certainly be able to watch the stars undisturbed. But suddenly she stopped, because Jensen was standing on the small plateau in front of the tent and looked in her direction. Now her nerves were starting to kick in and she took a few more steps towards him before stopping.

“Hey.” said Jensen and smiled softly.

Y/N didn't know what to say back. He seemed so... normal. As if nothing had ever happened. What did he want to say with his behavior?

“Your... things are in the tent.” Jensen pointed shyly to it.

“What?” Y/N was still confused and just didn't understand what was going on here.

“I booked it for tonight. For you.”

What happened here? Was she dreaming? Jensen no longer smiled, on the contrary. He seemed serious and didn't give her a chance to react.

“I'm sorry Y/N I'm so so sorry. I've been a huge asshole to you and there's probably nothing that excuses that. All I can say is that I just saw red. You were right. I didn't change anything in the house because it still made me feel connected to my wife. I... subconsciously didn't want it to be true.”

She saw that Jensen seemed to have a hard time admitting these things. But she tried not to let it get to her.

“When I met you, it was like everything just kind of... got easier. You were... like a light that pulled me out of the darkness. God, that sounds so cheesy." Jensen ran a hand down his face and tried to cover his embarrassment. “I don't think I've processed my grief properly yet. Even though it's been three years. Otherwise the situation would have been completely different.”

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes but she tried to hold her ground. Jensen slowly approached her, but still kept enough distance.

“You are such an amazing woman, Y/N. You are funny, smart, loving and beautiful. I never thought that I would meet a woman like you again. And then I screw it up in every possible way. That's why I booked this tent for you. You once said that you want to be sleeping under the stars for a night. I just wanted... that not every memory you associate with me is a bad one.”

“You still remember that?” Y/N couldn't believe it.

“Of course I do.” he responded.

“Yeah.” He pants, clearly exhausted.

He sheds the shirt, throwing it in the hamper to be washed.

He turns on their fan, standing in front of it to cool off. His back to her.

She could see his perfect toned body, muscular back and shoulders. She bit her lip at the sight.

“I can feel you staring.” He smirked. Still not facing her.

“It’s because I like what I see.”

“Oh do you now.” He says, still wearing a dark smirk as he turned to face her.

She giggles. “Of course I do. My boyfriend is fucking hot.”

He chuckles. Turning his head, she loved making him blush.

“Working on your story?” he asks. Lifting his arms a bit, getting the cool air the fan was expelling everywhere on him.

“Yeah, and I’ve hit a block.”

“Like a writer’s block?”

“Yes.” She grumbled. Sinking in her chair.

Without saying anything he was over her shoulder, reading her piece.

“Get them in bed together.” He says matter of fact.

“I want to, but I think it’ll be too fast.”

“Well, they love each other from what I’m reading. How about this, make something happen. Make them realize they need each other. They’d be lost without one another. Have them realize it on the drive back. Then, use your creativity babe.”

“UGH! My boyfriend should just write it. You got more ideas than I do.”

“You got the patience; you got the ability to write it all down. Paint the scene, the suspense. You got what it takes babe.”

“But I never had sex in a car before, I don’t know how to write it.”

“Well, lets take baby out for a drive, I know a good secluded space where I can park her. And we’ll have fun out there.”

 Jensen had parked the Impala just off of the brewery’s property, the place closed for the day. Of course it’d be secluded.

“Now we don’t have to ‘do it’, do it. We can just chill out.”

“I’d like that, I’m not really wanting it now. I prefer the bed. Plus I work tomorrow, long day.”

“Don’t want to fuck up that back just yet.” He smirks.

She scooted over closer to him, his arm around her shoulder.

Their lips meeting in a loving kiss.

It only took a matter of moments for the kiss to deepen and become hungry and needy.

She moved onto Jensen’s lap, kissing him hungrily. Grinding her hips on his hardening member. Getting a grunt out of him.

“Not asking for it, huh?” he questioned.

“You have an effect on me. You and that mouth of yours, what can I say.” She smirks.

Their kiss carrying on for a few beats, her hips grinding against him. Causing his breathing to pick up.

“Babe, you keep that up I’m not gonna last.”

“You want it, come get it.” she says lowly.

They were positioned just slightly in the middle in the front bench seat. He forced her to sit back so he could undo her pants. Her hands supporting her on the dash.

Once her pants her off, he unzipped his pants to pull his, now hard cock.

She moved back over to him, lining herself up. Slowly pushing him in until she was sitting back down on his lap. You wouldn’t be able to see that his cock was inside her. Stretching her to his girth.

Her jaw dropped as pleasure started to fill her core.

“You good?” he asks.

She just nods, only moans escaping her mouth.

She supports herself, holding by his shoulders as he started a slow rhythm for several thrusts. And then began to pick up to a harsh pace.

Gripping her hips hard, slamming up into her causing small yelps and gasps to escape.

“You wanted it, didn’t you?”

“Not at first.” She pants.

Knowing it was a lie, his grip tightened there were sure to be bruises there in the morning. And he slammed into her harder and faster.

Her eyes squeezed shut as her core began to quiver, a hot sensation of pleasure about to burst from her if he kept this up.

“Don’t lie to me, you wanted this?”

“Ah, yes.” She gasped as her breathing began to pick.

“That’s what I thought.” He says.

His pace slowed a fraction of the speed. But he was still rough.

“You like it when I’m rough don’t you.”

“Fuck, yeah, Jay.” She pants.

The coil in her abdomen about to snap as it grew tighter and tighter with each thrust he delivered.

His hands wondered her body till they found her breasts under her shirt. Giving the soft flesh a harsh squeeze, pinching the little buds.

A hiss escaped as she threw her head back.

“God, Jay, so close.” She pants.

“Almost…” he pants.

She could feel him twitch uncontrollably with in her.

With three more thrusts, her walls clamped hard around him. She brought her head to his shoulder and chest as her orgasm seemed to hit her with such force she trembled against him.

His head threw back against the bench as he thrust in her two more times, as hers was still going, milking him dry of his release. His hips still with each thick rope of come escaping.

They panted against each other, breathing hard as they tried to catch their breath.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” She pants.

“Damn right it was.”

“Thanks for the inspiration babe, that helped, a lot.” She says, catching her breath.

“It’s what I’m here for.” He says with a smile.

She pulled up off of his chest. Their lips meeting once again in a loving kiss.

But as their hands wondered, deepening the kiss once again, she was in for more inspiration.

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“Wait, hold that door!” The yell slipped from you as you chased the crowd of people down the hallway. There was just enough room for you to shove yourself into the elevator and you’d be damned if you missed it. Sure, waiting for the next elevator would take less than five minutes, and though you technically weren’t late, you were going to be in trouble. Alice had a strict ‘fifteen minutes before’ arrival time for meetings, and according to your watch, she would most definitely rip you a new one later. 

A huff of relief escaped you as you slipped into the cramped elevator. With a quick check that the button had been pressed for your floor, you turned your attention back to the portfolio in your hands. 

This was a big project, so one last check to make sure you had everything wouldn’t hurt. This meeting needed to go perfect, or else you’d be hearing about that too. 

The elevator stopped at a few floors, the mass of people exiting, and finally allowing you a little breathing room as you stood still facing the doors. The next floor was your exit. 

A long drawn out screech and subsequent deep shudder of the elevator cart had you bracing yourself from toppling over. This was so not happening right now. 

“Motherfucker.” You growled. A deep chuckle had you whipping your head around, not realizing anyone else remained with you. 

“You think this is funny?” The words came out in a hiss as you eyed the tall stranger behind you. His height brought him still above you in heels, a feat which not many could accomplish at your height. He was slender yet still built, the dark slacks and button down clinging to him in all the right places. A dark pair of aviators hung on his nose. 

“No ma’am.” The man chuckled with a slight southern drawl as he brushed his knuckles across his rusty colored beard. Hearing a southern accent in Texas was nothing new to you, but something about it sent a chill up your spine. 

“Then don’t laugh.” You turned back towards the panel and hit the emergency button. Nothing happened so you tried again. Granted you weren’t exactly sure what was supposed to happen, so all you could do was hope that it notified somebody. 

You turned back to the man, who had his phone held above his head like he was searching for a signal. Fear gripped you as you pulled out your own, only to find an out of range warning in the upper corner. A small whine escaped you as you stomped your foot like a child. 

“Nothing?” The man had already returned his phone to his pocket. 

“What the hell do you think?” The man shrugged still clearly amused with your frustration. “And take those damn sunglasses off, only douchebags wear sunglasses inside.”

“You got me.” The man held up his hands in surrender before pulling the dark specs from his face. Your heart leapt into your throat as you took in the pair of deep emerald eyes now staring back at you. 

“Oh my god.” The words tumbled quickly from your lips before you stop them. “Shit sorry, that wasn’t the most dignified response…” you trailed off. Did you just fucking quote Dean Winchester to Jensen Ackles? How had you not even realized it was him? Your mind really was focused right now. 

“No you’re totally right. Dean knows what he’s talking about, but sometimes I like to try and stay under the radar.” Jensen placed the glasses on top of his head as you just stared at him, completely lost for words. There was shakiness in your limbs as you attempted to control your heart rate. 

Supernatural had been your lifeline since the show started. The family you had made and the home you found in them being the one constant in your life through all the shit being thrown at you. And now here you were, in Jensen Ackles personal space, trapped for god only knows how long. 

“I’m gonna be honest I don’t even know what to say. I’m such a huge fan, I’ve seen just about everything you’ve ever done.” You extended a hand and offered your name to him. 

“Thank you so much.” Jensen shook you hand and stepped back to lean against the wall. “So tell me, what has you a wound so tight?” 

“What?” The question caught you off guard as you watched the man lazily swipe his tongue over his lips. “Oh yeah, I’m so late for a meeting with the board of the hospital for their new pediatric wing. My boss is gonna kill me for missing this meeting. I guess some big donor for the playroom portion is gonna be there and she has been freaking about it all month.” You had almost forgotten about it when Jensen had taken off his sunglasses, mesmerized by the hottest man you’d ever seen. 

“Yeah?” Jensen’s one eyebrow lifted as he watched you. “You work for the hospital then?” Jensen slid his hands into the front pocket of his slacks. 

“No, my firm is designing the whole thing. I was finally given a big project, making headway with the partners, and now I’m so fired.” The realization hit you as you dropped your things to the ground, sliding down the wall with them. Your ass hit the ground in a hard thump, but you didn’t even feel it. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m missing the meeting too.” Jensen walked over to where you were and crouched down in front of you. Your brows crinkled in confusion before you understood his meaning. 

“You’re the donor?” 

“Well technically my wife and I are, but she couldn’t make this meeting. I promised to show her everything though.” Jensen smirked as he moved to sit next to you, his back against the wall, your shoulders almost touching. 

“How did I not know this? I feel like I should have known this.” You turned to him, the fear of possibly losing your job had tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. 

“Danneel and I try not flaunt around our money. We give back where we can and don’t like to make a big deal out of it.” Jensen had his hands in his lap as he spoke, not really looking up at you. “The twins were born here, and while everything turned out just fine, we know that it isn’t always the case, especially for multiple births. This hospital does great work and we want to continue to see it do that work.”

“God I hate how perfect you guys are.” Jensen chuckled at your admission, before denying it. “No really, you two are like the most down to earth celebrities like ever. You’re both hot and so talented like how the hell did you ever stay so humble? Couldn’t you be assholes to kinda balance out the universe? It’s not fair to us lesser humans.” You laughed. 

“Lesser humans?” He cocked his head at you. 

“Yeah, those of us that do not look like Greek gods.” Jensen let out a full bodied laugh at that, and you couldn’t help but join in, his smile contagious. 

The elevator shuttered again then, causing you both to jump back to reality. The doors slid open erratically, leaving you facing mostly dark concrete wall. Only a sliver about a foot tall at the top of the elevator revealed the floor of the level above you. 

Jensen was on his feet in a flash, offering you a hand to help you up. 

“Hello?” He called out. Suddenly you were face to face with a couple of firefighters peering down at you. You recognized both faces instantly, the weight in your chest lifting. 

“Babe, you okay in there?” Your husband called down to you. 

“Uh, physically yeah, emotionally not so much. I’m so gonna be fired after this.” You mused, your husband flashing you back an amused smirk. 

Jensen spun around to face you, obviously thrown off by the interaction. 

“Oh sorry, honey, this is Jensen Ackles, Jensen this is my husband David.” You introduced the two. 

“No way! This is like your every dream come true.” David’s best friend Mark was still on his knees, watching everything going down. 

“Yeah, listen babe it’s gonna be a while until we can get you out of there. I know he’s on your exception list so just use protection okay.” Blood rushed to your face as you gasped. Sure, you and your husband enjoyed messing with each other, but this was unexpected. 

“I’m so gonna kill you when I get out of here.” You growled at David as he and his best friend laughed. 

“Take this while we work on getting you crazy kids outta there.” Mark joined in as he handed down some bottles of water and protein bars. Jensen muttered a thanks before the doors slid back into place. sending you and Jensen alone again. 

“Exception list?” Jensen twisted the lid off his water and took a sip. Oh yeah, David was so paying for this. 

“Oh, you heard that?” Jensen nodded and signaled for you to continue. “Well you know, couples make a list of like, a few exceptions to the rule that if the opportunity arose…” you tried to choose the words carefully. “You are allowed to seize said opportunity.” You made a face as you stumbled over the words. 

“And I’m on your list?” This man was having too much fun with your apparent uncomfortability. 

“Maybe.” You lied. “Yes. Okay, yes.” You relented as the man laughed at you again. “Oh you are just having the time of your life in here aren’t you? Always laughing at my expense.”

“Who else?” 

“What?” The questions caught you off guard. 

“Who else is on that list of yours?” Jensen pushed. 

“Briana Buckmaster.” You don’t take your eyes off Jensen as you talk your own drink of water, his jaw slightly slack. 

“Can’t say I disagree with your choices. I’m honored to be up there with the likes of Briana.”

“You should be.” 

Jensen moves past you and slid back down against the wall in his previous spot. He reached next him and picked up your portfolio, opening it up on his lap. 

“So, we might be here a while. Why don’t you show me what you got?” He wiggles his eyebrows up at you, the double meaning not lost on you. 

“Alright Ackles, but I’m not sure you can handle what I’ve got.” 

****

“You’ve seen every episode how many times?” Jensen gaped at you. It had been almost two hours since the elevator had stopped in between floors, and about thirty minutes since the two of you put aside your design for the pediatric playroom. You had begun talking about more personal things, including his family. He even showed you this video he had of the twins being adorable and funny. To say it was surreal would be an understatement. 

“At least six times, some of the older ones more.” You reiterated. 

“Do you do anything else?” You laughed at that. 

“I mean no, not really. This show helped me through some really tough times. I even met my husband at a convention. I owe just about everything to you, and Jared. I don’t think if I had met David when I did and all you guys do for your fans, that I would have been able to make it through.” You admitted. 

“Well I’m so glad that you are still here. Otherwise I would be stuck in this elevator by myself, or worse, with some uppity interior design partner.” Jensen teased your hate for your boss. “And I’m sure your husband is glad you are still here. I mean I only met him for a minute or two, but you guys seem genuine.”

“He’s my real life Dean Winchester. He’s a hero and the most loving man I could ever hope for.” You agreed. “It just sucks that I have to kill him for embarrassing me.” 

“Ah, there’s the girl I’ve come to know.” Jensen mused as you returned to your usual joking self. 

The weight dropped from your stomach as the elevator came back to life and dropped a floor before rising back up to you original destination. 

Jensen and yourself gathered your things and stood, more than ready to be out of the small space. 

Though, you had to admit, you were sad. You weren’t lying when you said that Supernatural had helped you a lot. And spending two uninterrupted hours with the shows star had been like a dream. It was not one you were ready to wake up from. 

“Ah David, your wife seems a little too happy after spending two hours stuck in an elevator.” Mark teases David as you and Jensen exited the elevator. You threw him the bird before playfully punching David’s shoulder. 

“How’d it go in there?” David smirked at you. 

“Oh, we had fun, right?” Jensen came up behind you then, his smack on your ass a little harder than you were expecting. But it got the reaction from your husband you had hoped when the two of you had planned it. His jaw dropped a little in disbelief as Jensen eyed you up and down, biting his lip. 

“Gotcha.” You pinched David’s chin between your fingers and planted one on him, quick but needy. 

“Thank god, I did not want to have to kick Dean Winchester’s ass.” David shook Jensen hand. 

“Like you could.” You mocked. 

“There he is!” A deep voice had you all turning towards a man in an expensive suit coming towards you all, flanked by your boss Alice. “Mr Ackles I am so very sorry for the inconvenience. Truly, this has never happened before.”

“Ah no problem Carl. I uh, actually had a very interesting partner to go through it all with and she made sure that I was still productive in my absence.” Jensen shook the man's hand before gesturing to you. “She actually showed me her ideas for the playroom, and I have to say, I’m absolutely thrilled so see them come to life. I would love to move forward with everything.” 

“Is that so?” Alive spoke up, the fire burning in her glare. 

“Yes, actually. And I know my wife will be just as equally excited.” He affirmed. 

“Well then, all is done. Join me in my office to sign the paperwork?” Carl suggested to Jensen who nodded and followed after. 

Once he was out of earshot, Alice began her hushed tirade. 

“What were you thinking? I can’t believe that not only do you not show up to this meeting, but you show the client without my approval. You are so done. You will never work in this town after this. I can’t believe the audacity.” She snarled, her hands gesturing wildly. 

“The audacity? Alice, he asked me to see them. He opened my portfolio all on his own. Besides, I thought you trusted me with this? I got the job didn’t I?” You stepped away from your husband as your boss tore into you like never before. 

“Trust me when I say it will be your last…” 

“Mhmm.” Jensen cleared his throat as he stepped behind Alice, effectively cutting her off. 

“Actually, I like the plans so much, I was thinking of hiring her on as the designer for the new bed and breakfast my wife and I just acquired. What do you say?” Jensen turned from Alice to you. 

“Me?” You were dumbfounded. Honestly you thought Jensen only agreed because the two of you had spent that time together and it would have been awkward otherwise. 

“Yes, just you.” 

“Uh hell yes!” You gushed as you latched your arms around his neck. Jensen laughed as he hugged you back. 

“Well then, I will call you sweetheart. David, hold onto that one.” Jensen returned the glasses to his face as he disappeared behind the door to the staircase. 

The caller ID said Jensen and you knew that your boyfriend would be worried if you didn’t answer your phone for the second time. He was a worry wart like that.

But you also knew that he would immediately see that you were as sick as a dog which would make him worry too. You didn’t know which option was worse at the moment.

Sucking it up, you answered the call and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hey, honey,” you said with a sick voice that made you wince in your mind. Yep, he was definitely  going to notice.

“Y/N, hey,” Jensen greeted you, the concern already present in his tone. “Is something wrong? You don’t sound so good.”

Sighing, you rubbed at the bridge of your nose. There was no use in lying to him, you had to tell him the truth.

“I’ve got a cold. Nothing serious,” you explained, willing him to accept it and trying to suppress a cough at the same time.

“Are you sure?” he inquired. You could see his frown in your mind and had to smile a bit. Always such a mother hen. That’s why it was better not to tell him that you also had a fever and that your whole body hurt. You would take care of yourself. He deserved this long weekend off with his friends.

“I’m sure. I’m going to be much better by the time you’re back from skiing,” you reassured him.

“If you say so,” he said, still hesitant but finally launching into a story about Jared and his mishap.

A few minutes later you hung up the phone but not without Jensen asking you one last time if you really were okay, to which you explained again that everything was fine and that he should enjoy his time away.

Sighing, you laid your phone back onto the bed side table, debating if you should get up and make yourself something to eat. The kitchen was so far away. Your stomach rumbled angrily, deciding for you. Make something to eat and maybe some tea and then back to bed it was. You needed to be better when Jensen came home.

You woke up the next day with a monster headache and a squizzie stomach.

“Damn it,” you cursed, hiding under your blanket from the sunlight that was streaming into the bedroom from the window. “So much for being better.”

No way in hell were you getting out of bed, even though you knew you needed to. You needed to go to the toilet, and you desperately needed something to drink so you could wash the bad taste out of your mouth, but you were afraid of what moving would do to your head.

Suddenly, you could hear the door to your bedroom open.

“Y/N?”

Surprised, you pulled the blanket over your head to see your boyfriend standing at the foot of your bed.

“Jensen? What..?” You were overcome with a coughing fit before you could finish the question.

The bed dipped beside you but didn’t notice it, trying to concentrate on ending the coughing.

“Easy, easy,” murmured Jensen as he stroked your back, giving you a bit of comfort.

A few minutes later you finally were able to breathe normally again without hacking your lungs out and you relaxed against Jensen.

“Just a cold, my ass,” he whispered under his breath, giving you a kiss on your sweat soaked temple. “Your burning up, love.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. The question of why he was here was still burning on your tongue, but you were enjoying the closeness between you too much to say anything.

“You should have told me that it was this bad,” Jensen chided, giving away his concern in the tone of his voice.

“I didn’t know it was going to be,” you admitted softly, eyes still closed and pressing yourself closer to him, searching for warmth as shivers began to wrack your body.

“Well, I’m glad that I followed my gut and booked the next flight home then. I’m gonna take care of you know.”

“I know you will,” you replied, smiling beside your discomfort. Even though you felt guilty that he flew home early, you couldn’t help but be glad that he was here now. You knew you would feel better soon. Jensen always made you feel better no matter what. “I’m sorry that I ruined your weekend with the boys.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Jared actually told me to go. He was worried about you too.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be sorry about. Come on. Up you go,” he said, helping you stand up from the bed. You leaned heavily against him as your head began to pound again and you got slightly dizzy.

“I hate being ill,” you muttered, annoyed with how weak you were.

“Who doesn’t?” Jensen chuckled, laying is arm around your shoulders to guide you to the bathroom. “Can you take it from here? I’m going to make you some tea and warm up some chicken soup.”

“Yes,” you answered, nodding and taking a step into the bathroom without your knees giving out which you counted as a win.

“Good. Be back in a few.” With those words, he left you to do your business and to get get what you would need for the next couple of hours.

You smiled to yourself. You really had the best boyfriend.

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The ballroom had been cleared when groomsmen came running to see what was going on. Then he was allowed back in, guests were informed the wedding was off, but that they could help themselves to the food that was already prepared and out. His assistants got to work cleaning up the mess from the flipped table while he headed into the kitchen to clean up there.

When everything was said and done, he stepped out, and found you sitting alone, the ballroom empty. You had a plate in front of you, full of food he had prepared before your rampage. “You okay?”

“What do you care.” You mumbled, taking a bite. “Who the fuck are you, anyway?”

“The caterer.” You looked up and he gave you a small smile.

“You made this?” He nodded. “Maybe you were worth the ridiculous price he was paying for the food..”

“Thanks.. I think? Are you the-”

“Bride to be? I was. Until that piece of shit fucked my best friend on our goddamn wedding day.” You angrily took a bite then slammed your hand down on the table. “Who the fuck does that?” You looked up at him. “You work a lot of weddings I’m guessing?” He nodded. “You ever have that happen before? Couple, together for years, so in love they decide to get married. Then on the wedding day, he fucks her best friend and maid of honor IN THE FUCKING ROOM ACROSS THE GODDAMN HALL AND BLAMES IT ON LAST MINUTE JITTERS!?” You were screaming it, furious, knowing he was around somewhere trying to sort things out. “Because that's my fucking day right now.”

“That sucks.”

You shook your head. “No, me flipping your table, that fucking sucks.” You looked at him again. “Me destroying your entire day's work in 3 seconds, that fucking sucks. Me wasting  6 years of my life on that son of a bitch.” You scoffed. “That’s beyond sucking.” You shook your head. “Do you have more of this? I angry eat.”

He smiled. “I was cooking for over 200 people. Yeah, I got more. Hang on, I’ll go make you something. Don’t move.”

“Where the fuck would I even go.” You muttered and took another bite as he walked away.

When he came back out from the kitchen, you were still sitting there, but just poking at what was left on your plate. “I hope you're not full.” He took that plate away from you, and put a new plate down and walked away back into the kitchen. Then he came back out again, two mugs in his hands and sat across from you before handing you one.

You smiled softly looking down into the cup. “Mini marshmallows.”

“When I’m having a bad day, Crepe Suzette and a hot chocolate with marshmallows always cheers me up.” He took a sip of his own. “And you, sweetheart, are having a horrible fucking day. So, hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, and Crepe Suzette topped with berries, whipped cream, and a sprinkle of icing sugar.”

“Thanks.” you put the mug down, and picked up a fork. “Did he pay you yet?” Jensen shook his head. “Tell him I broke some equipment when I flipped my shit. Charge him double. Asshole deserves it.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Only thing I paid for, was my dress and that cake. And you better believe I’m taking that fucking cake.”

He laughed at that. “What about the dress?”

“Dye it black, wear it to his funeral and piss on his grave?”

“Good idea.” He grinned.

You took a bite and moaned around it. “What’s your name?”

“Jensen. Jensen Ackles.”

“Do you just cater events?”

He shook his head. “I own a restaurant downtown. It’s an alright place.”

“Do you serve cake?”

“Do I..” He looked confused by the question. “Sometimes, yeah. Desert menu changes up from time to time.. Don’t you have enough cake?” He motioned to the massive cake that had been made to serve over 200 people.

“I was kinda hoping you would take some.” You chuckled sadly. “As much as I want to eat it all in my misery, I’d probably die after just one layer. Plus, I’m really enjoying this. This is better than cake.”

He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I can take some of that cake of your hands.” He watched you quietly eating, picking at the fruit for the moment. “Hey, since you're obviously not doing anything later,” You looked up, shooting him a bit of a glare. “how about you come by the restaurant, I’ll cook you dinner. Nothing fancy. You can even stay mostly naked if you want.” He gave you a teasing grin.

Glancing down, you realized you were still in your undergarments and house coat. Closing it a bit tighter you nodded. “That would be nice, actually. Thank you.”

“I’ll even charge him for the dinner. And.. how about dinner once a week for the next three months?” He gave you a wink, and you smiled and nodded.

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