#jared should wear more green

[janeyseymour]

Love Thy Neighbor- pt 4

Summary: the aftermath, and your first day of work. good lord.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

WC: ~4.15k

You kiss her back- of course you do. You would be an idiot to pretend that you weren’t attracted to your neighbor turned coworker.

But as soon as you pull away, there’s a look of panic written on your face. “Uh-”

“I- I’m sorry,” the redhead apologizes quickly. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“No. No,” you state. “Don’t apologize. I just, uh…” you turn bright red, nearly as red as the woman’s hair next to you.

She stands awkwardly.

“No,” you sigh. “I- I liked that.”

She sits back down and looks you in the eye. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly. “I did… I just-“ you purse your lips, trying to figure out how to say this without ruining everything that you have going on right now.

“Just say what you’re thinkin’, hun,” Melissa encourages gently.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you say softly as you evade her eye contact.

“You won’t,” she promises, laying a warm hand over yours.

You suck in a breath before spilling out, “I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but I- I just divorced my husband, I have Ellie to worry about and look after, we’re coworkers now! I- this is all so complicated. I just don’t think now is a great time, and maybe not… maybe not ever.”

Those green eyes look at you with such an understanding that it hurts you- it pains you so much to not be able to give into what you so desperately want to do. You want to be selfish and pull the redhead into your bedroom, tell her that even though you’ve only known her for a short time, she makes you feel more than Jared ever had. But you can’t- because you know there are too many risks involved with this woman, and you do not want to lose a good friend, coworker, and someone that your daughter trusts and loves.

“I understand, hun,” Melissa tells you softly. “I do. It’s okay.”

“Melissa,” you sigh quietly. You stare at your hands, one of hers on top. “I am so-”

“Don’t apologize,” she instructs gently, yet also somehow sternly. “I will not hear it.”

You nod hesitantly before looking into her striking emerald eyes with tear filled eyes of your own.

“Hey,” she says gently. “Don’t cry. There’s no need to cry. We’re okay. I promise.” She tugs you in, allowing you fall into her arms. You cling to her, the perfume that she’s wearing surrounding you.

After a few seconds, you pull back. “Thank you.”

“For what?” she asks. “I didn’t do nothin’.”

“For-” you bite your bottom lip nervously. “For helping out when I need it, and for being there for Ellie, and for helping me get a job, and for… being so understanding about all of this.”

“Of course,” she smiles softly, patting your arm. “I’ll always be here to help in any way I can.” She stands. “I guess I should head back over to my place- school tomorrow.”

“I guess,” you shrug. “Or… you could stay for a little longer? Have another glass and keep watching the movie with me?”

It’s clear that you don’t want to be alone right now.

“You okay?” she asks as she sits back down and wraps an arm around you. She chuckles. “I promise I’m not trying to make any more moves on you- just trying to provide comfort. Barb is a lot better at it than I am.”

“You’re not doing too bad,” you give a choked out laugh, tears still in your eyes. “Y-yeah, I’ll be okay. Just a bit overwhelmed with this new life… missing my old one. The divorce is still pretty raw too.”

“I know that feeling,” she sighs. “My ex-husband and I divorced years ago, and sometimes it still haunts me. So, know that you aren’t alone in those feelings.”

You nod and relax into the couch cushion.

The two of you sit quietly, thoughtfully and neither of you watching the screen in front of you, before she really does have to go get to bed if she’s going to be a functional teacher tomorrow.

You see her out, thanking her again, before sighing. You close the door gently before leaning up against it. Deciding that you still don’t want to be alone, you go to Ellie’s room. She’s fast asleep surrounded by her stuffed animals, but she’s clutching something in her arms. 

You gently arrange her so that you can see what she’s- she’s holding onto a picture of you, her, and your ex-husband. Jared has an arm wrapped around you, his smile is bright. You have Ellie on your hip, and she’s giggling at something that he had said to make her laugh for the picture. You have a clear look of love in your eyes as you look down on your sweet little girl.

Those times were… so good. Simple. Full of what you thought was love. If only you had known he was sleeping around with Sharon, and Sarah, and Heather, and Autumn, and… whoever the hell else he was before finally deciding to dedicate most of his time to Jen and not you.

You wipe the tears that have rolled down your cheek with the back of your hand before you simply curl up next to your daughter and hold her as you try to ground yourself. You fall asleep. holding her protectively- as if you could shield her from all of the terrible things that happen in the world. She snuggles into your body, smiling in her sleep and letting out a soft hum.

The next morning, Ellie is jumping on your chest to wake you up at the ass crack of dawn.

“Momma, momma, momma!” she shakes you.

You groan, keeping your eyes closed. “Momma’s sleeping, baby.”

“No you’re not! I’m hungry, and I wanna go to school!”

You open one eye, just barely, to see that beautiful girl of yours. You turn your head to look at the unicorn alarm clock on her pink bedside table. Next to it is the picture of your torn apart family, and your heart hurts for just a second before you see the time: 5:30.

“Elizabeth, it’s too early to be awake,” you groan as you pull her from off of you and gently set her next to you. You pull her in close to your chest. “Go back to sleep, baby girl.”

“But I’m wide awake!” she tells you.

“And I am not,” you chuckle. “Lay with me until the clock says six, and then we can talk about breakfast and getting up.”

Your daughter sighs, but she does relax against you. You hold her tight, reveling in the fact that while everything has been turned upside down in your world, Ellie is your one constant. You have your little girl- she’s all yours, and you’re going to do everything you can for her.

The next time you wake up, you’re slamming your fist on the alarm clock, turning it off. Ellie is fast asleep on your chest, the smallest droplet of drool falling from her mouth.

“Ellie Belly,” you jostle her gently. “It’s time to wake up for school, my love.”

Her little head pops up, and you chuckle at her wild bedhead. “Mrs. Howard?”

“Yes, my love,” you smile. “It’s time to start getting ready to go see Mrs. Howard.”

She uses you as a launch pad to jump up, and you let out a small groan. She’s opening her closet to pick out her outfit before you can even sit up.

You get her ready before starting on breakfast and getting yourself at least somewhat presentable for the day. You know you’re going to head into the school to set up your new room before you start to DoorDash. You should look at least somewhat professional entering the school.

As you shuffle your daughter out the door, you’re met with the redhead.

“Hey,” she smiles at the two of you, sunglasses already over her eyes.

“Miss Mel!” Ellie absolutely lights up. “Are you gonna take me to school again today?”

“Not today, little love,” you tut softly. “Momma’s gonna bring you. We’re gonna take the bike.”

The redhead frowns. “When are you getting your car out here?”

“Not for another few weeks,” you sigh.

“I can give the two of you a lift if you want,” Melissa tells you. “I really don’t mind.”

“Oh, I have to get back home somehow,” you chuckle nervously. 

“You can bring my car back, so long as you promise to pick us back up at the end of the day,” the woman counters.

You bite your lip, hesitant to accept her offer to help. But Ellie is looking up at you with pleading eyes. So you nod before opening your front door back up and grabbing the booster seat for her.

You get Ellie settled in the car before climbing into the passenger seat. “Thank you.”

She just smiles at you as she pulls out of the parking garage and onto the busy streets of center city Philadelphia.

She hums softly to the music that is coming from the speakers before turning and asking you, “Any big plans for the day?”

You shrug. “I’ll probably be biking back and forth today with the supplies from the storage locker for my new room.” 

“Use my car for the day,” she tells you without any sort of hesitation. “Less trips, more time to set up.”

“I- I couldn’t ask that of you.”

“You didn’t,” she chuckles. “I’m offering to help.”

“I’m paying you for gas,” you tell her, hitting her with a look that leaves no room for argument.

“No you ain’t,” your coworker laughs. “Just make dinner again sometime soon, and we’ll call it even.”

“I like it more when you cook, Miss Mel,” Ellie makes her thoughts very clear.

You roll your eyes at that comment and look back at her. She’s giving you the most innocent little smile, and your heart melts. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Melissa pulls into a spot in the parking lot before grabbing her bags. “C’mon. I’ll show you where your room is.”

It happens to be the room right next to hers. You glance around, and you can make this work. It just needs some brightening up.

“Ellie,” the redhead says softly, gathering the attention of your daughter. “Your momma has to get going, and Miss Mel is gonna head into the teacher’s lounge for some coffee and morning news. You coming?”

Your daughter nods excitedly. “Can I bring my book?”

“Of course,” the second grade teacher smiles softly. “Say goodbye to your momma though first.”

Ellie bounces over to you and flings herself into you. You chuckle, crouching down to her level before hugging her tightly. You release her, and Melissa plants her car keys in your hands.

“Seriously,” you say softly. “Thank you. I’ll be making my poppyseed chicken tonight if you want to join us.”

She nods. “I’ll bring the wine.”

You spend most of your day heading back and forth between the storage locker that has your teaching supplies and the school. You have a thin sheen of sweat dousing your brow by the time the school bell rings to signify that the day is over, but your classroom looks great. It’s bright and full of positivity, and you couldn’t be more satisfied with the progress that you had made.

You gather your purse and a few things that you won’t be needing before heading outside to gather your girl in your arms.

“Momma!” Ellie catches sight of you before you can make your way out the door. She’s holding onto Melissa’s hand tightly with a grin on her face.

You open your arms up wide for her, and she drops your neighbors hand to come running into your arms. “Hi, my love. Did you have a good day at school?”

She nods enthusiastically before looking back at Melissa. “Mrs. Howard let me sneak into the secret room to give her a hug again. I love Miss Mel.”

“I know you do,” you chuckle.

“Can I be her helper while we wait for her to go home?” your daughter requests softly. “She needs help making sure everyone gets to their people.”

“If that’s okay with Miss Mel,” you chuckle.

Ellie walks on her toes back over to the redhead and tugs gently on her sleeve. She asks before raising her arms up for Melissa to pick her up. Of course, your neighbor obliges with a smile. Ellie wraps her arms around her neck and lays her head on the leather jacket gently.

You can’t help but smile as you watch the two of them together. Ellie is so comfortable with Melissa, and it makes your heart so happy to see that she’s content with someone besides you- she had always been a bit more hesitant around new adults. But Melissa had swooped right in and made her way into Ellie’s heart. You know that Melissa has a special place in your daughter’s heart too.

Dismissal is over, and you follow Melissa back into the school for her to gather her things, Ellie still on the redhead’s hip slumped over and clearly asleep.

You offer to take Ellie off her hands for her.

“I got her,” Melissa smiles, holding Ellie with such tender love and care.

You chuckle. “Are you sure? I know she gets heavy after a while, and you’ve been holding her for the past twenty minutes.”

“I got her,” the redhead is adamant as she grabs her purse and slings it over her other shoulder. “How’s your room coming along? Mind if I sneak in and take a look?”

You nod, although you’re nervous. You hope she finds it to be suitable. She walks in and her eyes go wide.

“Wow, Y/N,” she says softly. “This looks incredible. The kids are going to love it.”

You blush and mumble a thanks before following her out the door to head to her car. Melissa puts Ellie in the car and buckles her in with a soft chuckle. She moves the stray hairs out of her face before closing the door gently. You hand her the keys that she puts her hand out for before climbing into the car.

The ride home is peaceful. She tells you what some of your future students are up to, and she explains that they are more than excited to meet you. That makes you smile- although you hope you can live up to the hype.

When you get home, Ellie is awake and feeling refreshed from her nap. She’s immediately asking if she can help you make dinner for her favorite person. You allow her to mix the sauce together, and you can’t help the chuckle you let out when she steals a taste.

“My silly girl,” you say softly. She’s growing up before your eyes.

“Can I go get Miss Mel?!” she asks.

You roll your eyes playfully. “I think someone has a new favorite person… and it isn’t Momma! How rude!”

“No! No!” Ellie is quick to hug you tightly. “You’re my favoritest person in the whole wide world! Miss Mel is just my second favoritest person.”

You squeeze her right back. “That’s so kind of you to say. Go ahead… get Mel.”

She runs off, and you take a deep breath to collect yourself. Hearing that you were her favorite person in the world- it melts your heart. But you also remember a time where a five year old Ellie would proudly announce that Momma and Daddy were her two favorite people in the world. Now it’s just you.

A stray tear falls down your face, and you’re quick to wipe it away when you hear the front door open again.

“-And I helped Momma make it!” Ellie finishes her sentence as she drags Melissa into your kitchen.

You quickly wipe away the second tear that makes its way down your cheek before turning around with a broad smile on your face. Melissa sees right through your act though, and she gives you a questioning look. You silently shake your head, indicating that you’re fine. She doesn’t believe you and mouths that you’ll talk about it later.

Ellie launches herself up at you, and you’re quick to hold her close to you, peppering her cheeks with the kisses that she deserves. “Little miss was the best co-chef,” you let out a thick chuckle.

Dinner goes on as it usually does, and then the three of you settle on the couch. Ellie watches the usual cartoon that she loves in Melissa’s lap before she’s dozing off. You suppose that her nap only kept her refreshed for a bit.

The redhead looks down and laughs softly, rubbing Ellie’s back soothingly. “She was exhausted after recess today… told me all about the crazy game of tag she was playing with her classmates.”

“Sounds like my little girl,” you say as you settle your gaze on your sweet girl. “At least she’ll sleep through the night.”

“She doesn’t let you sleep?” the woman laughs as she looks down again.

“She uses the bathroom at least three times a night most nights… and every time, she bellows for me- poor thing is scared of the dark,” you sigh. “Even with all of the nightlights we have around. And then she’s up at the ass crack of dawn.”

“Sounds like a six year old,” Melissa laughs. “Well, I guess I should get going. School tomorrow and everything.”

You nod and take Ellie off of her. Your little girl scrunches her nose in her sleep, and you pray she doesn’t wake up. If she does, it’ll be at least another twenty minutes before your neighbor can leave for the night. Thankfully, she settles into your hold, clinging to your shirt.

“Goodnight, Mel,” you say softly. “Thank you again for helping us out today.”

“Have her ready to go at the same time tomorrow,” Melissa instructs. “I’ll take her in while you do whatever you have to get done tomorrow.” You go to protest. “And I will not be taking no for an answer.”

You close your eyes and huff. “Okay.”

The next few days continue on the same way, with Melissa taking you and Ellie to and from the school. It’s very kind of her to do. The three of you have meals together, and you and Melissa have started cooking together.

On Friday, you finish your DoorDashing shift a bit early, bike your way back to the apartment complex, and pick up Melissa’s car. You grab the things that you want to place on the desks before heading out. You pull in and get buzzed into the school.

The secretary smiles as she sees you, handing you the badge that they’ve been promising you the entire week, and you head down to your classroom.

You set the little trinkets on the desks for your students and then head over to Melissa’s room.

The weekend is nice. The three of you actually spend most of your time together. You and Melissa take Ellie to the park, you get coffee at the redhead’s favorite little shop, and then you make dinner together. Melissa helps put your daughter to bed, and it’s all good and fine.

Come Monday, you’re a nervous wreck. Ellie is exhausted from the extravagant weekend, and she is not a happy camper. Even Melissa coming over to make breakfast can’t quite wake her up.

“Momma cannot deal with this Elizabeth,” you grit out as she squirms. 

At her full first name, your daughter pauses. Her little mouth forms into an ‘O’, and she stops her protests until it’s time to shuffle her out the door.

“I don’t wanna take the bike!” she groans and stomps her feet. “I wanna drive with Miss Mel!”

“And Momma wants to bike.”

“I don’t care!”

“Elizabeth Ruth,” you say sternly. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, attempting to ground yourself.

Melissa lays a gentle hand on your shoulder, and it’s so comforting.

“Miss Mel will take us today, but we cannot keep bumming rides off of her,” you tell your daughter. You get her into the car, and only when you’re pulling out of the garage does the redhead offer you a gentle smile.

“Hey. It’s all gonna be okay,” she tells you softly. “And you ain’t bumming rides off me. I like giving you guys rides.”

You shake your head and your hands out in attempts to soothe yourself.

“I know you’re nervous, but today is going to be just fine, you’ll be with me, and-”

“Why do you get to spend all day with Miss Mel?!” Ellie screeches from the back seat. The idea of you spending time with the redhead without her throws her into an absolute fit. She’s kicking your seat and crying, and you finally snap.

“Elizabeth Ruth!” you whip around. “Enough! I will only be with Melissa because I will be doing my job, and you’ll still get to see us both when Mrs. Howard walks you down to the staff room, and you will see her during dismissal!”

Your sharp voice makes your daughter freeze. Her tears subside, and she’s reduced to sniffles.

You soften. “I’m sorry, love. Momma’s just a bit stressed this morning.”

“It’s okay, Momma,” Ellie whimpers. “”s ‘kay.”

You feel bad for snapping on her, and when the three of you get out of the car, Ellie insists on staying by Melissa’s side.

“For today, you’re just sticking by my side and observing, but feel free to run out whenever you have to,” the redhead tells you once she’s gotten her stuff settled, and Ellie is sitting in one of the bean bag chairs in the back of the room. “If you need to make copies, continue setting up your room, use the bathroom… anything like that.”

“You nod.”

“I’m heading down to the staff lounge for some coffee and to watch the news if you want to join,” the redhead tells you. Ellie is immediately at her side and asking to be picked up, to which Melissa does immediately.

You follow them down to the lounge silently, nerves coming back full force.

The second grade teacher introduces you to her friends and tells them that you’re Ellie’s mother, but also their newest staff member.

Janine is quick to introduce herself and tell you that she’s willing to help you in any way you might need, that you’re so lucky to have Melissa as your mentor, and that your daughter is just the cutest thing.

Everyone else is just as kind, although not quite as interested in you. Barbara just smiles gently at you and nods- she already knows of you and the interest her work wife has taken on you.

The lounge time is nice, a time for you to recollect yourself, but it’s over far too soon. You walk Ellie down to her kindergarten classroom and give her a warm hug and kiss. 

“I love you, little girl,” you whisper to her, kissing her hairline.

“I love you too, Momma,” she says just as softly. She lets you go and hugs Melissa just as tightly before telling the woman that she loves her too.

Although Ellie had said it before, this one feels much more heartfelt from your little girl, and the redhead can’t help the tears that well in her eyes. “I love you too, El.”

The two of you leave your daughter with Barbara and head back to her room.

“You okay?” the redhead asks you gently.

You nod as confidently as you can, but she can read your body language. “Nervous.”

She reaches for your hand gently and squeezes it. It’s so warm, and full of comfort, and just everything you need right now. Her eyes are soft and you can see the amount of love and care that she has for you in her eyes. You swoon- almost. 

You squeeze hers back, as if to silently say thank you. And then neither of you let go. You just continue on down to her room, your hand in her own.

When you get there and pull apart, your cheeks turn red. You shouldn’t have held her hand the whole way down. But before you can apologize or say anything to her, one of the kids is running in, so excited to tell Melissa all about her day after school yesterday.

You retreat back to her back table where your things are and sigh. You watch her handle this child with so much care, but it’s just not the same as when it’s Ellie. It melts your heart that you now know that your girl has a special place in her heart. But at the same time, it makes it so much more complicated- your feelings for her. 

This is going to be interesting.

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[revivisection]

bracelet tour

in no particular order, except it's in somewhat of a particular order. kind of a long one, don't click the read more if you don't want to read more

preamble

structured by name, picture, description, story/extra information, and standard location. you don't have to read anything just look at the pictures <3 piling them on one arm is just for the pic i don't actually wear them in that specific configuration

1. "rave bracelet"

made of somewhat malleable plastic, translucent in the middle with glitter that's slowly become more and more unevenly dispersed, outlined with pink on the edges.

i don't really know why i call it my rave bracelet, i'm not going to any raves, it might've said something on the packaging? it was 50 cents at the dollar store and my friend bought it for me on their birthday. i'm such a good friend. it featured in two of my high school art projects because it's such a powerful symbol of friendship. sometimes i'll squeeze it when i'm feeling anxious

standard location: base of left arm, at the very bottom. it can go up to like half my bicep because i'm a scrawny bitch

2. mori from ouran high school host club

a blue rubber bracelet with blue roses and mori ohshc printed on it

i had to google his name. i've never seen ohshc. purchased at hot topic in a pack with the other characters on a group mall outing, i was assigned this guy for lack of a more fitting character. i think it's pretty funny, maybe i should watch the show at some point? who knows, i'm pretty bad at watching long form media

standard location: base of left arm, second in command, above the rave bracelet.

3. pompompurin

a fishtail rainbow loom bracelet made from alternating white and yellow bands. in the middle is attached a charm of pompompurin

made the same day as my corvo's slut bracelet. my best friend assembled this and a matching cinnamoroll one for herself. i'm going to be honest i like cinnamoroll more, but i have accepted pompompurin into my life.

standard location: left arm. he hangs above mori, flat and facing me. if my arms are down, he's upside down.

4. black and red fishtail rainbow loom

what the title says.

also made by my best friend, but earlier. i don't really wear this one anymore because i had one in the same colour that said "vampir" (as in. the character from dick fight island. we read dick fight island and then she made bracelets for a couple of us with the names of the characters on them) but it broke </3 rip vampir i don't remember what you did at all besides being in the dick fight on the island

standard location: retired

5. black and red hearts

a heart friendship bracelet made from craft string. the hearts are red and the background is black.

i've made like 14 of these things in different colours. i'm not sure on the exact number, but most of them were for my friends. we all get one in our own colour scheme :) of course, mine is black and red, because of the my chemical romance poisoning. this whole thing started when my mom gave me a big pack of thread intended for friendship bracelet making, and i said, ok sure why not. they're all size adjustable, so you don't need to tie anything.

standard location: left arm, 3rd from the top, always has to be facing the way it is in the above picture (with the top of the hearts facing my left)

6. green and purple hearts

a heart friendship bracelet made from craft string. the hearts are purple and the background is green.

the latest of these specific heart ones that i made, alongside one that's inversed (purple with green hearts). me and the bestie are going joker mode 👍 also funny because i was called the joker (specifically jared leto joker) once by a fourteen year old trying to bully me

standard location: left arm, above the black and red hearts, also always has to be oriented with the top of the hearts facing left.

7. red flowers (friendship-bracelets.net pattern #9173)

red flowers on a black vine-like stem on a white background. kind of reminds me of the rose health bar in alice: madness returns

second non-heart bracelet i made if my friendship-bracelets.net account is to be believed, made this one just cause i like how it looks. the edges curl up on themselves but it's fine if you just flatten them out.

standard location: i don't wear this one that much, but it sometimes appears on the left arm. sometimes on the right. just, somewhere in the middle, wherever i think it looks right. flowers face left when on the left arm, right when on the right.

8. this bracelet is transgender (pattern #106540)

half blue and half pink, with white diamonds with alternating blue and pink interiors.

i just made this one because of the colour scheme it came in. the pattern's also nice i guess

standard location: same as the previous one, not always worn and location not set. i don't even have a preference for which side is up, though i think the blue side usually is.

9. emoticon mice (pattern #3228)

white emoticon mice on a blue background

<:3)~ mice. or maybe they're rats. who knows, they've been abstracted to smiley face levels. i wanted rat friends like i summoned them with devouring swarm. i don't like this one that much because it's so goddamn uneven, idk if you can see it that clearly but it's super obvious when it's flat. i am so ashamed of how wiggly this is that i didn't upload a picture onto friendship-bracelets.net when i finished it.

standard location: not always worn and location not set. the mice face my left when on the left arm, and right when on the right arm.

10. papa's games new years decoration lookin-ass (pattern #110541)

rainbow x's and infinity symbols on a black background.

i'm pretty sure i'm autistic. me and the boys out here experiencing patterns symptoms and behaviours. anyways that's why i made this one

standard location: not always worn and location not set, but i think i prefer it on the right arm.

11. corvo's slut

a black and pink fishtail rainbow loom bracelets that says "corvo's slut" in blue, purple, and pink cube letter beads

you've already seen this one but you can see it again! it's kinda hard to stretch it out so all of the words can be seen since the letters take up more than half of the whole bracelet. very funny. i love this thing, my friend was a genius when she suggested this one. turned the pic sideways so it matches the others.

standard location: top of the left arm, above everything else. this is cause it was pretty tight but i stretched it out, it's still kinda tight tho.

12. misfits fiend skull (pattern #2902)

white fiend skull on black background

a little convex??? my string tension is garbage. it's also pretty thick at 25 strings so i got creative with how i tied the ends. this one makes me think of leyendecker because i was watching a video about him when finishing it.

standard location: don't always wear this one but i wear it more often than some of the others. can go on either arm but mostly the left, above pompompurin and below the hearts. top of skull faces left when on left arm faces right when on right arm you get the pattern right.

13. woodstock (pattern #5082)

woodstock from peanuts on a black background

i just finished this one today so i'd have it for this post. matching with a snoopy i made for my friend months ago. finally, snoopy is no longer alone. we also have snoopy and woodstock plushies (i'm woodstock she's snoopy) with magnets in their heads so they can stick together

standard location: i literally just made this like 2 hours ago. i'll put it on my left arm tho, between pompompurin and the hearts. he has to be oriented exactly like he is in the picture etc. you know.

postamble

ok that took longer than i expected bye have fun the end. one time one of my friends said that i should sew them all together to make one big arm warmer and i told him i already thought about that and he said "oh no am i becoming as crazy as you are"

#selfie #arts and crafts tag

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[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

the cockles masterlist, part 3

split in six for link limit reasons

WARNING: this post glitches and crashes on mobile. it’s recommended you view this on your desktop, or at least on your mobile browser rather than the app. if my desktop theme is hard on your eyes, try an extension such as Just Read or Reader View to customize the layout and colors.

if you’re still having trouble viewing, or if you don’t want to have to switch between the five posts, here’s all of the links compiled into a google doc.

welcome to the cockles masterpost, a labor of love/insomniac hyperfixation.

i recently wrote this cockles manifesto, but after it got a lot of notes and i kept adding more links to it, i decided i should just go through my 8 years of archives and compile all the cockles posts in a much more accessible and navigable way. after everything with the series finale and destielgate, i figured we could use some happiness, and it turns out there are a lot of people who’ve never heard the cockles gospel.

important disclaimer: yes, i do think that jensen and misha have a private romantic/sexual relationship, but no i do not, in any way, think that they have ever cheated on their wives. we think they are polyamorous, which is a real and valid thing, and misha is openly poly. some people love more than one person, and that’s okay. their families are close and we love and support all of them.

second important disclaimer: despite the amount of innuendo below, this is not about fantasizing about two hot guys fucking. cockles is about the joy of witnessing two people who love each other and make each other happy and are disgustingly cute together. we’re not fetishizing, we’re just appreciating what they publicly share with us.

third important disclaimer: because some of y’all don’t know, the cardinal rule of cockles is that we don’t talk to cockles about cockles. DO NOT leave any comments on their social media accounts implying anything. not even green and blue hearts. they know that we know, but it’s on us not to make it weird. if we’re too obvious and say too much, they might start sharing less. don’t say anything.

NOTICE: if this list is too long or you don’t know where to start, i wrote a post that one might call an illustrated guide to cockles that breaks down many of the most important moments and what i think they mean.

for the sake of my sanity, these are in no particular order.

last updated: 12/13/22

🐚 denotes new content

part 1 (That’s Suspicious, mishananigans)

part 2 (#pray4jensen, gag reel hijinks, some posts i’ve written about cockles and rps)

part 4 (the glory of jibcon)

part 5 (just for cute)

part 6 (jibcon continued, just for cute continued)

know your cockles history:

The epic love story of Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins | that time misha accidentally (?) tweeted it out

that fucking tree | more gifs

the ten-year anniversary post

the matching bracelets/first ring jensen gave misha | more ring photos | better view of the bracelets/charm

different matching bracelets

another ring jensen gave misha | bonus | also: it’s a thing for queer people to wear their wedding rings on their right hand

matching necklaces jensen bought

the sunset photo | the jumping sunset photo | telling the story of the sunset photos

that time misha reenacted the fake orgasm scene from when harry met sally and jensen..... liked it | a lot | more gifs | callback years later: “if you could do any movie together, what would it be?” | ”i’ll have what he’s having”

misha’s boat trip photos | jensen’s boat trip photo | jared: “and they haven’t released the nudes!”

the boat trip story | jensen closeup | more on the boat trip...

“dmitri, bring it out”

alona tal: “have you ever kissed jensen?” misha: “umm...”

the story of jensen draping his whole body around misha while misha signed autographs + blurry photo

the valentine’s card | video | more gifs 🐚

jensen telling the story of how they met misha (for the hundredth time)

jensen talking about his first scene with misha

the story of the first time the went to dinner together (despite jensen otherwise insisting he can’t remember that far back)

jensen reminiscing about when they met

the mirroring compilation

the infamous reverse french mistake edit

jensen calling misha his ‘pebble’

the chest-to-chest selfie

that time they had a private mass at the vatican??

the family ice cream date

“hey big boy”

people’s choice award acceptance video (gifs)

selfie at the last spn sdcc panel

the time jensen pied misha to haze him when directing his first episode | more gifs | more gifs | jensen complaining that jared pied misha too roughly :(

the cat video dramatic reenactment | more

“would you just drink your fucking water and get off the stage?” | more gifs

the bridal carry photo op

clothes sharing compilation

“i couldn’t see you for a while. got a little nervous.” | more gifs

the temporary breakup speculation

detailed breakdown of events surrounding the potential breakup

misha gave jensen west’s old baby blanket for jj

west took his first steps in jensen’s garden

a collection of favorite cockles moments

some cute moments from the early years

YANA campaign videos: 1 2 3 4 | gifs

cas looked so happy because jensen was making misha laugh

“what were you born in a barn?”

“if your characters had dating profiles, what would they say?”

“i’m not normally one to talk about coworkers, but jensen just let me take this picture of him shirtless”

old interview moments

the time jensen jumped on misha’s back

“it feels like there’s this angel standing over me” | more gifs

the “are these engagement photos?” photo ops | close-ups

jensen looking heartbroken when fans said they didn’t want misha to come back to spn | further context

the mr. and mr. smith photo op

the time jensen walked into radio shack and found a portrait of his face done in skittles (because of misha)

the rugburn™ | the rugburn visible in 8x07

jensen made spn shut down filming because misha was too sick to go on

jensen getting in the question line to ask misha to do a dean impression

the already infamous anal sex fart joke

jensen’s more intimate photo op touches the weekend misha was mugged

last dead guy robe picture

jensen and misha's last on-set photo together

jen crashing misha’s panel with seb

jensen kissing misha just behind the green room door at jib3 2012

eyes like the sky beer

very early smiling at each other onstage

the cockles easter egg in the last of us 2 | full explanation | misha’s tweet  🐚

my alma tag

early years pictures and gifs

the head-leaning hospital photo

misha’s blanky

i’m one of the poor souls who didn’t know that jensen and misha lived together in a vancouver apartment from 2017-end of show | further details

jensen released the song “angeles” on september 18 2012, the fourth anniversary of cas’s first episode. lyrics include, “so glad to meet you, angeles.”

what “aloha, cowboy” actually means

danneel’s photo of jensen reading misha’s poetry book by a fire

my denvercon cockles tag, for everything cockles-related that happened on october 16, 2021, at the first in-person spn con since covid, the destiel confession, and the series finale.

video of misha crashing jensen’s denvercon panel

misha walking out to hug jensen from behind at denvercon | video

discussing how when they hugged, misha was surprised by jensen’s muscles and jensen was surprised by misha’s softness; “like an angel plushie”

the way jensen turns, leans back, and spreads his legs at denvercon | another angle

unicorn laugh at denvercon

leaving together at denvercon

jensen... had his car sent to misha’s house in washington?  

video of jensen draped over misha’s shoulder, discussing fanart they’d seen at the con and how they’d each defaced it. “you drew the black penis?” | gifs  

everything cockles that happened at nov 6-7 ‘21 charcon: “whatever you say, mish” and “i live it”  

“okay, babe.”

the “possessive” photo ops from nolacon ‘21 

the tender and loving way they hugged for photo ops in 2021 

sunrise photo shoot from dallascon ‘22

misha and jensen discussing how they’ve given up saying no to photo op requests

misha stating that jensen’s song ‘watching over me’ is about destiel 

everything from the njcon ‘22 cockles panel | complete panel video

“This guy is always partially-obstructing my view of sunsets” 2019 tweet 

misha telling the story (again) of how jensen made him break with kissy faces | talking about the face/doing the face jib2 & jib6 | imitating the kissy face | more imitating the face | jensen talking about the kissy face | it’s jensen’s favorite ‘prank’

cw upfronts misha Gazing at jensen photo | edit

jibcon12 misha/jensen panel transition hug | video | more gifs | photos | more photos | MORE photos

fighting over whose sunglasses they are | video

jensen: “and you looked AMAZING”

misha posing as audience member to ask, “do you usually at night watch misha collins videos with your wife?“ | jensen discussing the lazarus rising watch party: “had like a three-way... video conference”

@theyarebothgunshot‘s “and they were roommates” timeline of cockles cohabitation

the ew photoshoot of champagne + cheek kiss fame | outtake photos  

misha’s detour at ‘22 denvercon to hug jared and jensen | more gifs | mooore gifs | photos | video 

jenmisheel tag 

"[danneel] does refer to misha as her boyfriend. which is funny, because so do i." | video |

jensen serenading misha with "angeles" | video

the destiel song they improvised together | video |

2009 highlights

2010 highlights pt 1

2010 highlights pt 2

2010 highlights pt 3

2011 highlights pt 1

2011 highlights pt 2

2015 highlights

2016 highlights

2019 highlights

2021 highlights  

2022 highlights

the i n t i m a c y:

misha tenderly caressing jensen’s back (jibcon) | more

misha tenderly caressing jensen’s back (phxcon) | another angle | hd photos | yet another angle

jensen wrapping his arm around misha’s waist | followed by an ass slap | sharper gifs: x, x

hands on thighs

the neck kiss

whispering compilation

more whispering

jensen shoving misha face away | alternate angle  

hug + cheek kiss (ew photoshoot) (photo)

head boops

kisses compilation

jensen dropping his head to misha’s shoulder

slow dancing

touching compilation

beginning/ending of panel

heads on shoulders | video of jensen laying his head on misha’s shoulder  

the way they shake hands | bonus | a breakdown of a handshake

face stroking

more face stroking

comfortingly rubbing each other’s backs

a hug photo

the sdcc hug/head lean (gifs)

patting jensen’s head | more gifs

undercover hand lovemaking | another angle 🐚

jensen’s hand sliding down misha’s arm

eyes closed hugs

His. Hand. Was. Determined. To. Stay. On. That. Leg.  

excessive hand touching

how they hug

hugging/rubbing each other’s shoulders

hug compilation

jensen's hand sliding down misha's back  🐚

and lastly... please, nobody tweet this at misha (or any other cast member), but misha, if you do see this... please don’t tweet it either. thank you.

#cockles #cockles masterlist #jensen ackles #misha collins #mine #okay so this is technically the fifth post but i want these in a certain order so i'm shuffling things around #and labeling this post 3 while relabeling 3 as 4 and 4 as 5 #got it? good

[trektraveler]

Nightingale

Chapter Five: Pretty Woman

Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.

That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex

Chapter Five: Pretty Woman

Word Count: 3774

Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.

This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!

Additional Notes: The response to this story has been beyond my expectations! You guys have been the best! Thank you for continuing to read my work and encourage me, its kept my eye on the prize :)

Series Masterlist

Two days later, Jensen was back at work. It was only a matter of time before he and the rest of the crew started filming again. He’d been reluctant to leave you. But as you reminded him, the Winchesters had work to do and so did he.

“For you,” he said handing you a smartphone. “Keep it charged and keep it on you. I’ve already programed my number in there and a few others including Jared. Don’t be surprised if you get a few candid selfies.”

You swiped your thumb over the screen to open it and scoffed, he’d changed the background picture to a still from the live action movie Cats. “Seriously?! I’m never going to live that down!”

“Hey, you picked it,” Jensen laughed as he pulled on his jacket. “Come for the music, stay for the CGI buttholes.”

“It’s Andrew Lloyd Webber, it should have been awesome.”

“Yeah, that’s what we all thought.” He fixed you with a firm look, one you’d gotten to know well over the past two weeks. He looked down his nose to meet your gaze while his eyebrows raised, and he crossed his arms over his chest. He was such a soft-hearted guy that it wasn’t easy for him to lay down the law.

“There is something I want you to do today if you feel up to it. It’s super important.”

Wow, he’s really serious. You tiled your head curiously. “What?”

“Go clothes shopping.” His green eyes sparkled as his mouth quirked, “I’ve got accounts at all the major department stores. I called ahead and they’re expecting you, so go nuts.”

“Jay, you don’t have to buy me clothes. I can just wear your hand-me-downs, it’s no big deal.”

“Hey, I’m good with you bogarting my hoodies any time you like, but there are some select pieces of apparel even I don’t have.” He gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze, “You’ve washed that bra so many times it should have fallen apart by now.”

He had you there. The elastic was putting up a good fight, but nothing lasts forever.

“Honestly, it’s no big deal. Besides, it will do you good to get out and about. The staff is great, they can help put things together if you need it. Go ahead and let them pamper you a little bit. Relax, you deserve it.”

Jensen was so sincere that you relented. It didn’t take you long to understand that he really loved taking care of people. He puffed up with pride every time you ate something he cooked or asked him for a neck massage. It seemed to fulfil something within him and allowed him to express a side of himself that was normally under wraps.

“Okay, I’ll go. Thank you.”

He beamed at you, beyond pleased that you’d accepted. “There’s my girl! Now, there is a number for Clif in your phone. Just give him a buzz when you’re ready and he’ll pick you up.”

You remembered the name from stories Jensen and Jared told you about their early Supernatural days. Clif was their driver, handler, security guy, basically their everything when they were filming.

“Won’t he be busy with you guys?”

“Nah, he always has a few free hours during the day.” Jensen grabbed his keys and travel coffee cup from the counter. “So… breakfast, meds, retail therapy. Capeesh?”

You gave him a mock salute, “Got it.”

A couple of hours later, you were standing at the entrance to the apartment building, per Clif’s instructions. You pulled one of Jensen’s baseball caps down over your head, doing your best to hide your face. The bruises were fading but still too noticeable for your taste. The few times you’d gone for a walk, people had stared, their gazes a mix of concern and pity. It made you self-conscious.

A black SUV pulled up and the passenger side window rolled down. A large, gruff man with a bald head and thick gray mustache leaned over from the driver’s seat.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

The locks on the back door clicked open and you took that as your hint. You climbed in and the vehicle sped off as soon as you pulled the door shut.

“Thank you for giving me a ride, I really appreciate it,” you said, buckling your seatbelt.

He gave a grunt and kept his eyes on the road. Obviously not one for idle chit chat.

You sat in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before trying to strike up a conversation. The quiet was bordering on oppressive, besides it was good manners.

“So, you’ve known the guys for quite a while.”

“Yup.”

“You must really love it to still be doing this after all these years.”

“Uh huh.”

“They are so much fun, I bet it doesn’t even seem like work. Plus, you get to work in Vancouver! It’s such a pretty city.”

Clif let out a huff of impatience, “Look lady, it’s just you and me. You can drop the act.”

Your open, friendly expression faded, “I’m sorry?”

“This sweet as apple pie, little miss helpless thing. Ackles might buy it, but he’s not here so don’t bother batting your big blue eyes.”

“I… I didn’t…”

You could see Clif’s smirk in the rearview mirror. Obviously, he took your stuttering as some sort of proof of your guilt.

“I’ve seen your type before, girlie. You’re not the first to latch onto a celebrity in hopes of a free ride. Jensen is a good guy; he’s been through a lot and the last thing he needs is some pretty, little headcase leeching off him.”

Your stomach dropped at his implication, and you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “There was an accident, I never…”

“Yeah, the boys told me. He felt responsible and guilty, so he took you in. He paid all your medical bills and everything. And now here you are going on an all-expense paid shopping spree. Not a bad day’s work, huh?”

The SUV came to an abrupt stop in front of a massive brick building. The door locks clicked open again and Clif handed you a slip of paper that had Jensen’s authorization signed on it.

“Go to the make-up counter and ask for Gretchen. Text me before six if you want a ride back, otherwise you’ll have to wait until after the guys are done for the day.”

You were so desperate to get out of the vehicle, you didn’t even say goodbye. You slid out quickly and slammed the door behind you. Clif sped off and you simply stood on the sidewalk trying to gather yourself. The accusations he threw at you had you rattled. Now that he was gone, you were kicking yourself for not telling him where he could stick it.

You might not be able to remember much from your past, but you were certain of your intentions. You never set out to take advantage of Jensen or anyone else. You had developed a real friendship with him. Sure, it started in an unconventional way, but that didn’t invalidate it. You weren’t leeching off anyone and one conversation with a puffed-up ass like Clif wasn’t going to change that.

Squaring your shoulders, you pushed through the revolving glass door and headed for the cosmetics department. The whole place was beautiful, fancy. Marble floors, huge displays of fresh flowers, chandeliers, even a string quartet playing under the escalator. There were well-dressed women everywhere. Each one of them a study in perfection. Flawless faces and beautifully styled hair. Suddenly you were very aware that you did not belong in a place like this.

“Wow,” you murmured, your eyes growing wide.

“Y/N?”

You spun around at your name and found a tiny red-haired woman with warm brown eyes and a big smile. “Yes?”

She rushed forward and grabbed your hand in an excited greeting, “Hi there! I’m Gretchen, Mr. Ackles said to expect you today. Glad you could make it!”

Gretchen’s bubbly good nature was contagious, and you gave a hesitant smile in return. “Thanks for helping me, this place is really… big.”

The young saleswoman looped her arm with yours, “It’s completely over the top, but that’s just part of the charm. Now, Mr. Ackles said you needed the works. Top to bottom wardrobe, yes?”

“Oh, I don’t need anything elaborate, honestly. Just a few essentials will be fine.”

“Well, then you are in the right place because we carry nothing but the essentials.” Gretchen winked and led you to a private room. It looked like something out of a movie. Plush carpet, racks of clothes magically in your size, a full-length tri-fold mirror and a wide pedestal to stand on to get the full effect.

A few minutes later you were in a dark purple robe. You traced your fingers over the fine velvet, the wide, satin trim at the lapels and cuffs. It was so luxurious, you never wanted to take it off. You sat in a large wing-back chair while your feet soaked in a basin of warm rose water. You found a tall glass of iced tea in your hand and a tray of pink cookies to snack on. There were flowers everywhere, even actual rose petals in the foot bath. You nearly laughed out loud, Gretchen wasn’t kidding when she said this place was over the top. The whole scene was delightfully absurd and you kind of loved it.

A team of assistants bustled around you and presented countless outfits for your inspection. They took all kinds of measurements and not one of them looked twice at your injuries. You felt like a normal person, even with the royal treatment.

You had to admit, they did wonders for your shaky self-esteem. When you stepped out from the dressing room in a pair of perfect, dark jeans and black, satin halter top they gushed over you.

“Oh my god, Y/N… look at you! Your legs are like a mile long!”

“Turn around,” Gretchen commanded, spinning her index finger in a circle. You spun and she nodded her approval. “Look at that phenomenal little backside. You’re making this way too easy on us!”

You smoothed your hands over your hips and tried to look at your reflection objectively. The parts of your body you were normally critical of seemed to disappear. You had curves instead of angles. You actually had a bust!

“They fit like a dream.”

Another assistant came forward with a pair of metallic, strappy sandals and the look was complete. If it weren’t for the familiar face staring back at you, you wouldn’t have recognized yourself. You looked and felt sexy. That was a first. Maybe Jensen had a point about getting clothes that were your own.

Two hours later and you had tried on every kind of outfit imaginable. Dresses, swimsuits, gym gear, outer wear, sweaters, and blazers. You had undergarments for any occasion and nearly twenty pairs of shoes and boots.

The staff seemed to especially enjoy playing Barbie, claiming clothes like this were made for you. Made for someone with your build. Nothing needed to be altered and you had to admit, it was really nice to have something go right on the first try. Nothing had come easy lately, so this was an oasis.

You were ready to call it quits when one of the younger salesgirls came forward with a formal gown. “Oh no, I don’t think I need anything like that.”

“Oh, go on,” Gretchen urged, shoving it into your hands. “How often do you get to play princess?”

The cut was simple. Classic. A cool column of silk, cut on the bias that tied over one shoulder and pooled slightly at your feet. When you stepped into the Cinderella-like shoes, the length proved perfect. It moved with you, effortless, flowing around your body like water. The fabric was so light you felt nearly naked. A single slit showed your left leg up to the thigh when you walked and discreetly disappeared when you stopped. The color matched your eyes nearly exactly, making them practically glow.

Just wearing a gown like this made you feel strong and sexy. Invincible. That was the magic of couture, you wear the art, you become the art.

You stepped through the privacy curtain to a round of ohhs and ahhs. Gretchen helped you up onto the pedestal and fussed with the train. Someone handed you a pair of ivory opera length gloves. So impractical, but you loved the effect. You couldn’t imagine an occasion where you would need such an extravagant outfit, but boy was it fun to play with!

Gretchen called your name and when you looked over your bare shoulder, she snapped a picture on her phone. “You look like a movie star. Absolutely gorgeous!”

You laughed and struck a pose, “Point me towards that red carpet, I’m ready!”

“You’re like Pretty Woman!” one of the girls exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Jensen makes such a hot Edward too!”

You’d seen that movie at some point, and although you couldn’t recall the occasion, you remembered the plot. A rich, handsome man pays for the company of a hooker for the week. Keeps her in his penthouse suite and sends her shopping on his dime. A whole new wardrobe bought and paid. A hooker. A prostitute.

The brief conversation you had with Clif bled through, he’d all but accused you of the same thing. That obviously wasn’t what the salesgirl meant, but it still stung. Maybe he had a point, you didn’t need half of the things the staff had paraded in front of you. The last thing you wanted was to take advantage of someone who had been so kind to you. Jensen didn’t deserve that.

“You okay, honey?” asked Gretchen, concerned when she saw the troubled frown on your face.

“Yeah… yes, I’m sorry. I was in an accident last week, I still get these headaches once in a while,” you quickly explained, hoping she wouldn’t question you further. “I should probably get going before it gets worse.”

Clif was no more agreeable on the car ride back to the apartment. By the time you walked in the door to Jensen’s place, you really did have a headache to match the ache in your stomach. You felt guilty, you knew you allowed a judgmental stranger to spoil Jay’s gift to you. In the end, you walked out with only three bags. Determined to get the most utilitarian and interchangeable pieces you could to make a practical wardrobe.

You penned a quick thank you note to Jensen, stating that you’d had a great day but went to bed early. After changing into one of his spare t-shirts, you downed a couple of aspirin and crawled under the covers. It took you a long time to fall asleep, as your mind worked the problem over and over. The truth was you did feel like a leech. Clif may be an absolute ass, but he had a point. It never would have gotten under your skin if you didn’t already have insecurities about it.

With your memories still missing, you couldn’t exactly go out and get a job. You had no last name, no social security number, no i.d. You had no idea what your professional skill set was or what you would even be good at. Still…you needed to find a way to contribute to the world. To be of use. There had to be something you could do to help people. Maybe you could volunteer somewhere. The only way you were going to conquer the feelings of worthlessness was to do something worthwhile.

You flipped over in the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. Your ribs still ached, and the stress headache was no joke. It struck you then that you needed to work up your stamina. If this is what happened after a little shopping, how were you ever going to get through a workday?

You were still awake hours later when you heard the front door open. Jensen’s footsteps were light as they got closer to your room. You burrowed deeper under the blankets, pretending to be asleep. The door cracked open and a small sliver of light shone in from the hallway. You could feel his gaze linger on your mound of bedding before he quietly shut the door again.

The guy had a huge, busy, exhausting day at work, easily twelve to thirteen hours long and he still comes to check on me. He’s not a prince, he’s a saint. He deserves people around him who pull their own weight, not drain his resources. First thing tomorrow, I’m getting into the gym.

Jensen frowned thoughtfully, heading back to the kitchen. He’d been disappointed that you were already asleep when he got home. It was ridiculous, of course you would be. The hours he kept when filming were grueling for him, and he had fifteen years to get used to it. It was just so nice having someone waiting for him at home. Someone to discuss his day with, someone to be with.

He may have romanticized the notion in his head. It was just such a novelty, never during his decade long marriage did he have that. Hell, Danneel rarely even came up to Vancouver. She much preferred to bounce back and forth between Austin and New Orleans. In the beginning, she claimed it was the brisk Canadian weather that didn’t suit her. Turns out it was simply easier for her to carry on her affairs when they were in separate countries.

“I’m getting too old for this,” he groaned when he reached for a cereal bowl. Frosted flakes for dinner, it was the breakfast of champions, even after midnight.

His whole body ached. Day one was spent working the chorography for the epic fight scene Dean was going to have with an army of demons. Basically, he got his ass kicked for hours and tomorrow would be a repeat.

He returned a few texts then scrolled through the pictures Gretchen sent him earlier. He’d already looked at them several times that day and he grinned every time. Y/N looked like she had a ball. Her face was free of stress and worry, her posture was relaxed. Seeing her in something other than his tracksuits reminded him of when he first saw her on that lake. Carefree and beautiful.

Then Gretchen sent that pic of her in the ball gown.

Jensen was having lunch with Jared when his phone vibrated in his pocket. “Holy…”

Jared peered over Jensen’s shoulder and gave a low whistle, “Damn.”

You were radiant. There was no other word for it. The dress was made for you and showed your figure in ways that were absolutely distracting. But it was your face that caused his heart to trip… you just glowed! You were looking over your shoulder at the camera. There was a light in your eyes that mixed innocence with seduction.

The dress was held up by a single shoulder strap with a long, thick pair of ribbons that tied and trailed down your back. He had a snapshot of a perfect image in his mind. His fingers toying with the ribbons, gently tugging until they came free. Unwrapping you like present meant just for him. The gown slid down your body and pooled at your feet. You had one of those fancy bra and underwear sets that women wear for special occasions. Warm, soft skin. Warm, soft lips. Warm, soft…

Jensen shifted in his suddenly tight jeans and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

“Come on,” he grunted at Jared, who laughed at him. “We need to get back to set.”

He wanted you. There it was, the truth of it. He’d been dancing around an underlying attraction, and he knew it. He told himself that anything other than friendship would be taking advantage of you. You were injured. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair, but looking at your smiling face, that didn’t seem to matter.

He felt something he wasn’t sure he would again. A tug, a pull and not just a physical one. The divorce had broken his heart and shaken his confidence. Danneel was a beautiful woman, when they first got together it seemed to be a good match. Picture perfect couple, but it didn’t take long to see that they had very different outlooks on life. She always wanted to go out, to be seen at all the hip clubs, with all the hip people. Jensen had been to countless awards shows with his ex-wife, seen her in costly dresses and perfect hair.

It was all Danneel ever wanted, the trappings of fame and fortune, yet she looked bored with it all. It was never enough, there was always something she needed to buy. Houses, clothes, jewelry, cars, vacations. None of it did the trick, in fact, it seemed to make it worse. The bigger and more extravagant the purchase, she more dissatisfied she was. It took seeing her in bed with his former music partner to see that it was really him she was dissatisfied with. No amount of money was ever going to fix what was broken between them. Perhaps it had never existed in the first place.

Never had he seen her look truly happy, not like Y/N did. That kind of happiness came from within. It was ironic. Danneel had everything. Y/N didn’t even have her last name and yet she still managed to find joy. Jensen was addicted to that, to you. To making you smile, making you laugh. It made him unbelievably happy. He liked doing things for you just to see the look on your face. That was part of his motivation for sending you shopping. Just the anticipation of seeing your reaction made him giddy like a teenager.

This was more than feeling protective. This was more than wanting to do the right thing. This was quickly turning into more than friendship for him. Denying it wasn’t going to make it go away, and honestly, he didn’t want it to go away.

Jensen slurped the milk from the bottom of the cereal bowl, put it in the dishwasher and turned out the lights. A soft smile spread across his face. He glanced at your bedroom door before opening his own. Maybe someday coming home late and finding you already in bed would mean him crawling in beside you. Cuddling up with your warm, willing body instead of sliding in between cold sheets.

God, I could be so lucky!

#jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles fanfiction #spn fic #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural #dean x reader #nightingale #jensen x you #jensen x reader

[idreamofplaid]

Dean Lives Forever

Square Filled: Impala for @spndeanbingo

Characters: Jensen/Dean x Reader; Jared and Kripke mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Jensen is having a hard time with Supernatural being over. The reader has an idea to help him deal with his feelings.

Word Count: 2409

A/N: This is for you @lovealways-j. Thanks for your friendship and all the thirsty exchanges.

“Will you play something for me?” You hopefully held Jensen’s guitar out to him. He’d been home for three days now since filming on The Boys had finished, and in that time he’d eaten only egg sandwiches and barely said anything. Eventually, he’d open up and talk about it. Right now he was processing. That’s what Jensen did.

You’d known it wouldn’t be easy for him, being a different character after Dean Winchester had lived in his skin for fifteen years. It was almost a doppelganger type situation it had gone on so long. Dean was like a separate entity that came to life through Jensen every time Jensen flipped that switch, and flipping that switch had become increasingly easy over the years until the lines between Jensen and Dean were blurred.

Jensen took the guitar from you and turned on the barstool to face out from the kitchen toward the breakfast nook and give himself more room to play. He placed the instrument on his leg and started to pluck at the strings. Soon the familiar chords of “Simple Man” filled the air. 

He started to sing the words to the song he loved so much in his smooth soulful voice and had almost made it through the first verse when he stopped. His fingers strummed at the strings of the guitar for a few more seconds before they stopped moving too.

It was a Dean song. Jensen had always said it would become real to him that Supernatural was over when he walked onto another set and had to be somebody else. For the past several months, that’s what he’d done; and he had to do it alone. The travel restrictions were still in place while he was filming. That meant you couldn’t be there; Jared couldn’t be there. Jensen was alone in his head, and he was inclined to think too much sometimes.

The separation hadn’t been easy on you either. You’d lost sleep more than one night after a Facetime call when you knew things weren’t quite right, and Jensen was doing his best to put on a good face for you. He was a good actor, but he wasn’t good enough to hide what he was really feeling from you.

The irony was you had been able to see Jared, and the two of you had met for lunch regularly when he had a day off from Walker. Jared and Jensen were a package deal. You’d known that from the beginning and were more than happy to get a best friend/brother included in the greatest boyfriend ever set. Your conversations had centered largely around Jensen and the ending of Supernatural.

Jared was worried about him too because he knew how hard it was to let Sam go, and the truth was he hadn’t. He couldn’t. Jared provided a lot of insight into the things Jensen might be feeling that he wasn’t telling you about. 

Jared’s words echoed in your mind now as you watched Jensen set his guitar down on the terrazzo tile. He’s got to figure out how to make Dean part of him and any other character he plays, because Dean’s not going anywhere. 

You walked closer to stand between Jensen’s open legs and run your hands through his once again short hair.  Your fingertips massaged his scalp, and he leaned into your touch. “You miss him, don’t you?” you asked quietly.

Jensen opened his jade green eyes, and you could see the melancholy in them, the touch of heartache. He tried to laugh, but it was more of a heavy exhale through his nose and a sad smile. “I know it’s stupid. It’s been a year.”

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “It’s not stupid at all.” Then you took Jensen’s hand in yours, an idea forming in your head and putting a gleam in your eye. “Go get dressed. And when I say dressed I mean put on some plaid. None of this one layer business either. That’s not the Winchester Way.”

“What are you up to, Y/N?” Jensen narrowed his eyes, making the crinkles at their corners more prominent.

“We’re taking your Baby for a ride, so get your sexy ass off this barstool and go get ready.”  You gave his butt a good smack. That would either get him moving or get his dick twitching; both would be ideal.

Fifteen minutes later, Jensen was backing Baby out of her special garage with you in the passenger seat. Driving her was like swimming; you didn’t forget how no matter how long it’d been since you last saw water. Watching the way he handled his beloved Impala was a huge turn on. It had been when you’d watched “Dean” do it on your television screen, and it was even more so now.

As he steered her down the long driveway, Jensen asked, “Where do you want to go?”

You were distracted by the sight of his forearms, with their prominent veins, peeking out from the rolled up cuffs of the red and black flannel he was wearing; and didn’t respond immediately. He looked over at you, saw you checking him out, and smiled. “Why don’t you come closer? You’re too far away.”

Jensen had changed practically nothing on the car. Installing an air conditioner was a must, but he’d wanted her to stay as much the same as she had been as she could possibly be. That included no seat belts, so you could slide across the bench seat until you were next to him. Jensen put his hand on your thigh. “That’s better,” he said. “Now, tell me where to take you.”

You put your head on his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter. Just find a pretty backroad, and let’s drive.”

When he’d driven far enough out of Austin that the road was mostly deserted, you started to kiss Jensen’s neck and nibble at his ear. “How many girls do you think Dean had in this car?” you asked while you blew into his ear. 

“Do you mean had or had?” Jensen moved his hand around to the inside of your thigh and eased it higher up your leg, bringing it closer to your core.

“I think you know what I mean.” You wriggled down in the seat until your pussy made contact with his hand.

Jensen rubbed his thick fingers along the seam of your jeans, making you squirm. “Oh, I imagine he had quite a few.”

“Is this what he did with them? What you’re doing to me right now?” You rubbed yourself against his hand and moaned.

“Among other things.” Jensen’s voice had dropped down into the Dean register. “Why don’t you, uh, open those jeans you’re wearin’, and I’ll show you.” 

He glanced at you, his hand still teasing you through the denim. His expression had changed. You were looking into the eyes of Dean Winchester. He could still fall back into character in an instant.

You opened them up, granting him access to the cotton and lace trimmed panties you were wearing underneath. Dean slipped his hand under the waistband and curled his finger right up against your clit. He started making circles over the already aching nub and applied enough pressure to make you feel like you could come apart at any second.

“You are so wet, sweetheart.” He was watching the road, but his focus was on you. “I bet you’re tight too.” He said it like he didn’t know.

The idea that he was completely in character now, and it was Dean touching you made you come all over his hand. You couldn’t grab him like you wanted to, so you clawed at the seat beside you instead while your orgasm flowed through you in waves that made you weak. 

When your body stopped shaking, Dean pulled his hand from your pants and made a show of cleaning your juices off his fingers. God. His lips. You wanted to feel them on you. He was so close you could smell him, but you needed to be closer. You buried your face in his neck and breathed him in. “Find somewhere to pull over,” you told him. “Somewhere off the road where nobody can see.”

Dean/Jensen knew these Texas backroads, and within a short time he’d found a secluded place to park Baby. “Let’s get in the back,” you said, laying your hand over the swelling bulge between his legs. 

“Sounds good to me, sweetheart.” He kissed you once. His mouth claiming yours, and his need for you evident in the way his tongue tangled with yours. Then Dean opened the door. You smiled when you heard it make the familiar groaning squeak. He got out and gave you his hand to help you out of the car. 

As soon as you were both in the back seat and the door had closed solidly behind him, you reached for his belt. You couldn’t get him out of his clothes fast enough, and he’d worn all the layers just like you’d asked him to. With your clothes piled on the floorboard, you explored each other’s bodies with your hands and your mouths. 

Dean made his mark on you, leaving hot kisses on your stomach, your breasts, and the insides of your thighs. His touch was a little different than the one you were used to, a little heavier with an almost desperation to feel alive through the act of joining your body with someone else’s. 

You knew people said that Jensen should win awards for his acting, and you could verify that they were right because the way he kissed you, the way he touched you, it was tender, caring, and passionate. But the love wasn’t there. This man appreciated you, wanted you, worshipped your body, but he didn’t love you. It was Jensen who loved you.

The way he moved inside you was different too. His thrusts were deep and sharp, then he would slow down and roll his hips until you were begging for him to give you more. When he came inside you, the sound of your name on his lips was a more primal thing. It was basic and raw. This was sex for the sake of the pure physical pleasure, and it felt amazingly good. You clenched him tightly, determined to milk every drop of the pain out of him. 

Immediately after the finish of your mind numbing orgasm, he rolled off of you. “Thank you, baby.” Jensen.

You turned toward him and propped yourself over him, so you could look down into his face. What you saw confirmed what you’d heard in the change of his voice. It was the man you loved. You kissed him, and it was the kiss you knew. It was filled with a soft intensity that made you feel loved, wanted, chosen, and trusted.

You were overwhelmed by how much this man meant to you. Dean Winchester was as sexy as any man had ever been, but it was Jensen you were going to marry one day, Jensen who held your heart. It was Jensen who always thought of you in so many little ways like a true gentleman would.

As if to prove it, he asked, “Are you cold?” He rubbed his hand down your back to check and apparently decided you were, because he sat up and retrieved his flannel from the floorboard. “Here. Put this on,” he told you as he helped you into it and buttoned up some of the buttons in the middle, enough to keep the shirt closed. 

You settled back beside him, his arms wrapped securely around you. His body was warmer than any flannel. You placed soft kisses on his chest, then lay your head down on it. “It’s okay to miss him,” you whispered while you traced mindless patterns over Jensen’s heart with your fingertip. “It’s okay to be him again sometimes too if that’s what you need. He’s part of you, Jensen. Always will be.”

“It’s been so damn hard these past few months.” You kissed his chest again to encourage him to go on. “I hear ‘action’ and to me that means be Dean, but I couldn’t. I had to fight it. I couldn’t walk like him, or sound like him, or make any of the gestures he would have made. And, yeah, I missed him.”

“I missed being on set with Jared too, having him to play off of. We made each other better. We had a rhythm when we were doing a scene that was just natural. So natural, it almost wasn’t acting.” You could feel his arms tighten around you the slightest bit. ”I felt like I forgot how to act.” 

You kissed him again, letting your lips linger on his skin before you pulled them away. “I wish I could have been there for you. I’m sorry you had to go through that alone.”

He tried to laugh again, just like he had earlier in the kitchen. It was a little closer to a real laugh. “I couldn’t be Dean Winchester forever, could I?”

You raised your head up to look at him. “That’s not even a question, Jensen.” You smiled when you said it. “You will be Dean forever. You can’t get him out of you. Stop trying to fight it. You’ve proved you can play another character. Eric can’t stop raving about how good you are, and I’m sure when the season is released everyone else is going to see that too.”

He reached up and took your face in his hand. “I’m one lucky son of a bitch to have you.” Your smile got bigger.

“See. That was Dean right there.” Realization crossed Jensen’s face. He shook his head and smiled, really smiled.

“So, you’re saying you wouldn’t mind if I bring Dean out to play every once in awhile?” The smile was still on his face, and it was beautiful. 

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” You kissed him then with a light flirtiness for the first time that day. “In fact I think it would be a good idea for us to do that. We better keep you in practice because everybody knows Supernatural is coming back, and we don’t want Dean to come across like Soldier Boy,” you said playfully.

Jensen flipped you beneath him. “Soldier Boy? I’ll show you Soldier Boy.”

And that’s a story for another time...

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Some more Jared

VanCon Afternoon Panel - 2017 Photo Credit: silvercomet21

#jared padalecki #loving the beard #also he should wear green more #j2 panel #spnvan #vancon

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Crossover Friendship (With Twins Vanessa & Vanny)

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Credit for The Powerpuff Girls goes to Craig McCracken

Credit for Five Nights At Freddy’s goes to Scott Cawthon 

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the only romantic ship (even if it is one-sided) is Gregory x Bubbles.

if Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup (who look like younger versions of their teenage fusion fall selves but in a more of a FNAF Security Breach style)

ended up in the Pizzaplex, Bubbles would end up becoming smitten with Gregory and call dibs on him being her boyfriend.

Princess and Blossom having a Best Friend Enemies aka Best Frenemies,

is just one of the ideas I liked in that reboot of the Powerpuff Girls,

though some ideas might of not been perfect, but it’s too bad they didn’t make anymore episodes.......even if there were some cringe, some episodes were still good in my option, though I still think Jared should stay in the friend zone,

and I can’t really see Princess being truly evil, in the original series she was a brat and the only reason she might of wanted to be a Powerpuff Girl in the first place, was because she admired and looked up to Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup.

even if Princess is a selfish and a brat, she didn’t become a villain on her own, she became that way because of Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup.

not everyone has to agree about my point of view, that I view Princess as more of a Tragic-Villain, who was a brat but that didn’t mean she was evil from the start, her dad just gave her everything and spoiled her, and she might have money and a mansion, but that will never fill the loneliness in her heart that she she might be suppressing.

how she treated Robin, and even tried to use her, showed she has no idea about friendship, but that doesn’t mean she can’t learn.

if there is a future reboot, maybe they can keep the idea of Princess and Blossom becoming best frenemies.

I know that not all villains are tragic villains, and there are some who are just too far gone to be redeemed.

anyway this drawing also has Vanessa and Vanny as Twin Sisters.

even if this would be Fanon Only, but I like the idea that Vanny’s

real name is Vivianna Y. (the “Y” part standing for her family name.)

 we know that Vanessa’s original look was a little different, before it was changed a little bit.

Vanessa and Vanny being twins, could be interesting.

the only way to tell them apart would be to look closely at the eyes,

as well as look at the freckles on Vanessa’s face.

Vanessa’s eye color in this is Light-Green,

and Vivianna eye color is Lime-Green, but as “Vanny” they are Purple, but you can’t tell when she wears her rabbit mask.

Gregory being Vanessa’s Son & Vivianna’s Nephew, would just be fanon...

unless it turns out that Vanessa is Gregory’s Mom, and the reason why he didn’t trust her in the first part of the game, was because he knew something was wrong with her and she didn’t seem to remember that he was her son.

 the “A” that could be the first letter of Vanessa’s Family name that she was either born into or the name she took when she got married,

possibly to Micheal Afton before he disappeared and leaving her all alone to raise Gregory on her own.

and if it turns out that somehow Glamrock-Freddy is technically a reincarnation of Michael Afton, like his Soul becoming fully part of the Glamrock Endoskeleton and ending up with amnesia of his past life as a human,

well I guess that could make some fans happy to know that theory is possibly correct.

if Monty, Roxy and Glamrock-Chica had Human-Souls in them that had fully reincarnated into them.

I think the Soul in Chica, would be named Claire,

the Soul in Roxy would be Rosie, and the Soul reborn in Monty,

would be Marvin or Reggie.

Glamrock-Bonnie would just have a A.I. Soul, at first....

but if the Vanessa in the game, was a evil twin of the original Vanessa...

then Vanny would have to get rid of her twin, to take her place, plus it could turn out that Vanessa made sure to keep her having a son named Gregory, a secret from her sister.

even if this would be more of a FNAF AU idea,

if Vivianna (as Vanny) killed Vanessa, and took her place and even pretended to be her....

the soul of the original Vanessa, would not just leave the Pizzaplex but would end up in the Glamrock-Bonnie, but the A.I. Soul of Bonnie would be more dominant and the two would of not fully merged like the other A.I. & Human-Souls.

if there were Human-Souls that ended up in Freddy, Chica, Roxy and Monty,

they would end up merging with the Glamrock-Animatronic’s A.I. Souls,

and having amnesia.

Bonnie would get memories of two people he doesn’t know,

like one of them being Vanessa and the other being Michael.

this idea would be Fanon only, but not everyone has to like the idea.

but I hope some like the idea about Vanny and Vanessa being twins,

pretty sure there was a theory about that, it be interesting in a plot twist

it turned out to be true.                                

#buttercup utonium #bubbles utonium #blossom utonium #princess morbucks #vanny fnaf #vanessa fnaf #bliss utonium #crossover fanart #sunny fnaf #moony fnaf #spoilers

[herstarburststories]

illicit love

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Summary: Jensen loves you, but sometimes love isn’t the right thing.

A/N: Hey, guys! All we needed was a newish fic to say that I was really back, here it is! This one goes for @negans-lucille-tblr 6k challenge. So glad you got to another millestone, honey. It's like I was posting my part for your 5k celebration just yesterday! xD Prompt in bold.

Warnings: age gap, cheating

Jensen Ackles kept squinting through the bricks of his memory in an attempt to recall where it all began. Maybe it was when he drove off the road he had known for years with the dumbfounded desire to take the trails yet traveled, threading his fingers through your hair on the night of September 7th. He could’ve chosen the easy out and say it all started to crumble with the first kiss, but no. The actor, father, and now horrible husband highly doubted that. No, as he unwound the convoluted wires in his mind, it wasn’t the first clandestine meeting that he saw as the beginning, not the first kiss or the primal stolen glances. It wasn’t even the lies or the way he pushed his body against yours in an act of illicit faith.

Like any grand mistake, it was way before that. Just like how the church not-so-gently advised, it all starts with craving something you never thought you would want.

It happened when he landed the job in a new series after leaving a fifteen-year-long rollercoaster, pushing away any real witness to the fact the old show that swallowed part of his soul was over. There was a certain shock of excitement misplaced by the fact he was going to be working with Eric again, and that the show was an abrupt change considering what he had been doing previously. Now, he believed it was his body’s particular way of telling him that — as the savage animals can sense rain or a calamity — this, baby, this is gonna change your life.

JENSEN ACKLES CAST AS SOLDIER BOY!

‘’Since when have you read comics?’’ Jensen arched his messy eyebrows at Dee’s curiosity about the Homelander and Soldier Boy panel making it to the screen. Shaking the comic book in his right hand slightly, he continued: ‘’Especially that kind.’’

‘’Never,’’ Danneel stated plainly, “but I have Google. It was pretty much the first thing that appeared.’’

‘’Well, Eric said that scene won't be on the screen. Besides, the portrayal won't be that Soldier Boy, but the original one who died in the war. ‘Course, he wouldn’t have died there in our show, but it ain’t the panel one.’’ He shrugged, bringing her closer to his side as she snuggled against him. ‘’There’ll be a bunch of Herogasm, which is basically drugs and sex. Just not with Homelander.’’

Danneel nodded at his explanation, humor clinging to her words as she added: ‘’Guess the only man I have to share you with is still Jared.’’

‘’Hey, you knew what you were getting yourself into.’’ Jensen scoffed playfully before kissing her cheek. ‘’Can't wait to start the show.’’

Jensen leaned forward to rest the comic that he had been religiously studying to form a psychological character profile on the dashboard of the Impala. The actor was spending plenty of hours inside his most palpable Supernatural souvenir -- Baby. His safe place. He sure as hell needed one of those, as molding a whole character that has a bunch of source material wasn’t as easy as he pictured. With Dean, he was putting himself and the script in one until it made his imaginary best friend. It was love at the first sight. Soldier Boy, however, was a long story short. Jensen figured he should do both, honor the character created and add his own special ingredients to it. It was a brand new kind of passion that he hadn’t done for a series in the longest time. Still, his glance trailed back to the woman by his side in the backseat.

‘’Let's hope it won't last another decade,” she mocked.

Jensen shook his head with a chuckle, relaxing against the leather seat. Even the mere smell of the Impala was enough to settle his nerves. ‘’Eric has plans for five seasons.’’

Danneel’s features contorted as if having war flashbacks. Sort of. She never imagined Supernatural would make it that far, and now with three kids, signing on for another excessively time-consuming idea for a new show didn’t seem too appealing either. Yet, she would support Jensen in any decision he’d take regarding his job. “Remind me the last time I heard that line before?” 

‘’Come on.’’ He let out a wry huff, poking her side in a playful manner. She couldn't help but laugh, returning the gesture with tickles to start a very light-hearted battle. He seemed happy with the new job, something Danneel truly thought he would have more difficulty with. She’d pushed her weathered worries away with his easy-going laughter for now.

SOLDIER BOY’S LOVE INTEREST?

Eric Kripke threw the gossip magazine on the table, his eyes not straying from his long-time friend’s. He could’ve simply added the digital article to an irate email and be done with it, but he was a simple man with extravagant taste. That had been usual through his whole career, especially regarding the Supernatural aesthetic. Yet, in those mundane situations, Jensen almost found it too much. That wasn’t the case, though. If anything, the plain, yet still overpowering words that his green eyes scanned made his body sweat. He could even hear his organs working from the absolute silence of the blame that covered the room. Kripke’s room had never seemed more like an interrogation chamber than now.

The magazine in question held Jensen and your picture on the cover, his arms wrapped around your torso as he pulled you close. The most sequin smile hung from your lips like happiness was something that could be touched on that sunny day in the private park near the studio. Giant and garish letters made the headline along with the subline: Jensen Ackles wearing his Soldier Boy costume caught sharing a passionate kiss with the new arrival of The Boy’s Team: Y/N Y/L/N, also known on-screen as Cangaceira!

His voice came out as an accusation: ‘’What’s this, Jensen?’’

‘’We were…’’ The director just waved his hand to interrupt.

‘’Don’t try saying you were practicing a scene because I wrote the Soldier Boy and Cangaceira kiss, and it wasn’t here.’’ Acid tainted his words with no space for fake niceties on his set. Jensen remained in the chair, not even daring to make the most subtle move. Eric knew where he was hitting, and Ackles deserved a punch in the jaw. “The sex scene wasn’t here either, but you two added a lot of erotic subtext. Trust me, I know.’’

His shoulders fell in exhaustion. ‘’Eric…’’

‘’You’re lucky we were going to make those two a couple anyway. I can just put the kiss here and save your ass. What if that wasn’t the case, huh?’’ the director continued, more interested in spilling out his anger than listening to dumb excuses. ‘’What about Danneel, Jensen? You have a wife and kids, for God’s sake!’’

The breaking point. Jensen rose to his feet with sudden frustration, a growl leaving his lips as he pushed the chair to the side with uncharacteristic brutality. How could Eric bring up his family like this? And how could Jensen’s heart not bring them up when he kissed you before?  It was all a fucking mess, and he had no choice but to choke down whatever came out of it, even if it was poison and spite.

‘’Fuck, Eric! Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think it doesn’t pull me apart every time I go home and know I’m lying to the people who love me?’’ The vein on his neck popped as he spoke, emotion gushing thicker through his arteries than blood. Woe remerged under his skin as he swallowed dryly, resting his hands on the table and looking down. That wasn’t him. He had done a lot of things that weren't him lately. ‘’I have enough guilt here, pal.’’

Eric just glared down at the man’s outburst, furrowing before asking, ‘’What’s going on, Jay? You don’t just get up and cheat on your wife. That ain’t you.’’

He shook his head. ‘’I don’t know. Y/N’s just…’’

‘’At least 20 years younger than you,” he stated. ‘’Just starting her career and might be getting the homewrecker title if someone finds out.’’

‘’I won’t let that happen.’’

‘’How? You are gonna be more careful or will you cut it out and go back to your wife and three kids?’’ When Ackles didn’t respond, Eric sighed. ‘’Just stop this, Jensen. Let her go.’’

Jensen scoffed humorlessly. ‘’I can’t.’’

Kripke felt like talking to a teenager. He shook his head as he got up. ‘’Do you have any idea what you’re doing here? This could destroy your family, destroy Y/N’s chance to make a name when you already have your own. That’s selfish in all proportions, Jensen!’’

‘’I know, I know.’’

‘’She deserves more than this and —’’

‘’I know.’’

‘’You are gonna mess up everyone’s lives —’’

‘’I know!’’ He slammed the table and winced, turning around with his hands on his head. If only he could stop his thoughts for a second and reorganize his feelings. ‘’Do you think it doesn’t rip my heart out that I can’t love her?’’

‘’Who?’’ The burning question was ready to set everything ablaze. ‘’You can’t love Y/N, or you can’t love your wife anymore, Jensen?’’

He couldn’t love you in public. He couldn’t love Danneel anywhere. Love just escaped through his reaches when you spoke his name like a prayer, and it was time to accept that.

‘’Both.’’

NO CHICK FLICK MOMENTS: SOLDIER BOY AND CANGACEIRA TALK ABOUT WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THEIR RELATIONSHIP

‘’It's amazing to portray with Jensen. I’ve watched Supernatural since I was like twelve, which probably isn't advisable.’’ You chortled, answering the reporter’s question. Your body could barely contain your excitement under your skin, although, why would you want that? You did it. You got the job you had dreamed and worked hard for. To a bonus, you were working with Jensen Ackles! If there was someone that had earned the right to scream to the sky until your face was the color of the red carpet your heels currently stood on, it was you. ‘‘I was even a Samgirl!’’

Jensen faked a gasp next to you, a light spectrum surrounding the interview. ‘’Really? Me too!’’

You pushed his shoulder playfully while he chuckled. ‘’Anyway, I'm very excited to be here and portray a strong latina superhero. The representation’s very important, and to be able not only to cherish it, but to be a part of it doing what I love and inspiring people like me is… mythical.’’

‘’Wow, woman!’’ Ackles pursed his lips, clapping a little before shifting his gaze from you to the reporter. ‘’She likes the big words. I swear, dude. She’ll just come and in like, a casual conversation, say something like gelid or whilst, and then she's gonna say dumbass. Both sound smart as heck.’’

You winked. ''It's the accent. Makes everything sound nice.”’

Jensen nodded but was quick to sprinkle in an incendiary remark to his compliments. ‘’Yeah, I have never seen someone confuse coach and couch before. Go sit on the coach got a lot of wrong ideas.’’

‘’Hey, you sat on the coach!’’

‘’Because I’m a good boy.’’

You rolled your eyes despite the grin on your lips. ‘’Sure, mister hours-to-get-ready.’’

‘’Hey, plenty of face masks are needed to keep this — ’’ He pointed at his face. ‘’at fourteen.’’

‘’All I hear is that you’re old.’’ Your eyebrows knitted together. Jensen licked his lips at the sight. On any other day, he’d pick you up, say I’m gonna show you who’s old, and enjoy where your teasing had gotten you two, but he couldn’t do it now. You’d get what was coming to you after the event, perhaps even under the table if your dress allowed it, or in the bathroom, if you kept going.

The mischievous smirk on your cherry-stained lips proved that you knew what was going through his mind. God, you were his sweet death. Nonetheless, Jensen sighed dramatically and looked at the camera. ‘’This is what I have to deal with every day.’’

The reporter went on, happily surprised about how comfortable you and Jensen seemed together. Usually, new coworkers were timider around each other during interviews, especially when they were a romantic pair. The journalist decided to try getting a little sneak peek of the couple aspects of Soldier Boy and Cangaceira.

‘’It's definitely interesting.’’

‘’But not in the best way.’’ The only thing more messed up than Jensen’s relationship with you was the correlation between your characters. At least you and he had the purity of love, even if it was twisted enough to turn heads and churn stomachs

‘’Certainly not in the best way.’’ You agreed, bringing him back into reality as always. ‘’It's really nice to explore a couple that doesn't consist of two white people getting to it like most main characters of the shows in our current climate. It’s not the kind of relationship you should be rooting for — not because it's interracial or anything, that's pretty much the biggest, if not only, positive aspect about those two — but because they aren’t healthy at all, just as all main relationships in our show. It's not a romance series, and we certainly don't treat our couples like it.’’

‘’Told you she is the beauty and the brains.’’ His cheeks dimpled with joy and pride as he looked at you. Jensen knew how excitedly nervous you were about that interview. He couldn’t wait to tell you how great you were like you were born to sell dreams and magazines. ‘’But yeah, it’s a messed up relationship like any other in The Boys. After all, it's not a respectful, wholesome show. It's about gritty superheroes that ain’t got heroism. Soldier Boy isn't a good guy, and it translates in his relationship too.’’

You nodded in agreement, brushing his arm to keep you sane. ‘’It’ll be an interesting dynamic to see on-screen to our show standards, but it's not an actual picture of how a relationship should be.’’

THE BOYS 100TH EPISODE PARTY!

The glimmer of his green comet eyes caught your undivided attention in the throngs of people. The crowd had gathered for his family, his arm around his wife's waist as you both shared a tender, stolen look. You savored her wine and yearned for the man in her arms.

It was just a small celebration due to COVID’s lasting effects on public events. People from the set and their significants together were in the Ackles house for a couple of drinks, small talk, and a cake with The Boy’s comics printed on it.

‘’Aunt Y/N!’’ JJ tugged your dress, her mix of Danneel and Jensen’s features almost haunting your soul. Almost. You would never despise a kid for that — you didn’t even have the right to. If anything, JJ was the one that would graduate to hating you someday. You didn't have enough youthful stupidity not to know the risks of being in love with a married man. ‘’Auntie!’’

You leaned in the most that you could with the red skirt, glancing at the child. ‘’Yes, honey?’’

‘’That’s my new Barbie! I bought a beach one! She looks like you!’’ the blonde kid said with a childish joy that ached in your heart. You could end up destroying her family’s stability if Jensen went any further, yet there she was; buying dolls that looked like you and so happily babbling about it.

You were a monster. Love opened you up and planted greedy seeds, and now you were a monster growing like a beautiful tree that could never be strong enough to hold a kid as they climbed up. The fact that you could sense Jensen’s eyes on your ass didn’t help one bit.

‘’She does! That’s so cute, JJ.’’

‘’You can be her. I have one who looks like mommy, I’ll be her, ‘kay?’’

Your nausea was replaced by a pageant smile and a nod, and so you spent the night sharing longing stares with the dad and playing dolls with the daughter. It was a role that was never yours.

ILLICIT AFFAIR? JENSEN ACKLES SEEN ON THE BEACH WITH Y/N Y/L/N

‘’I can’t believe you did this to me, to our family,‘’ Danneel screamed exasperatedly as she threw her clothes in a bag and heart on the wall. Jensen just stood there, accepting the deserved fury. ‘’Ten years of my life, Jensen, and you just threw it away for a mistress! I gave up on my job to be a stay at home mom because you didn’t want a babysitter. I supported you in every moment. I loved you!’’

‘’I’m sorry…’’

‘’You don’t get to be sorry,” she howled, glaring at him with the hatred of an overthrown nation. She felt like he got to the podium and forgot to say her name. ‘’You let that woman get in my house, drink my wine, talk to my children…’’

Reflexively, he said, ‘’Our.’’

‘’Shut the fuck up! There’s no ours anymore, no us!’’ Her words had garnered a learned violence, much louder than the sound of the zipper closing her duffel bag. She threw the CC exclusive on the floor, holding onto the handle for dear life. He didn’t deserve to see her breaking, only her anger. ‘’You destroyed our family, you destroyed me!’’

He pleaded, unable to discern if it was for her or the guilt: ‘’Dee.’’

‘’I hope you’re happy. I hope you go to her, get her to sleep on our bed, and be happy for a month.’’ She gulped, pursing her lips. Her glossy eyes coupled with the pink hue of her lipstick brought back a treacherous memory of their wedding day. ‘’And then, I hope she cheats, like you did to me.’’

The next headline didn’t call it love.

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Last First Kiss

Summary - Jensen finally lets his feelings towards you known but it doesn't get the reaction he had anticipated.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x OFC!Jessica (brief)

Characters - Jared Padalecki, Gen Padalecki, OMC Mark, OMC Luke, OFC Jessica

Warnings - Fluff, Insecurities, Bad dates, Implied smut, Language, Angst-ish, happy ending

Square Filled - Valentines Day ( @anyfandomgoesbingo ) Jared Padalecki ( @spndeanbingo )

Word Count - 2262

A/N - Written for my 500 Followers challenge

Request by @akshi8278 - Hi, once again congratulations on your 500 followers. 🥳🎉 Could you write number 23 and 25 for Jensen. It could be fluff/ smut, whatever you want. Thank you 😊 (I added a little bit of angst for the course of the story. Hope you like it!)

This is also a submission to @negans-lucille-tblr' 6k Roll The Dice Challenge

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Prompts are in bold.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You trudged down the empty hallway, your body slumped with exhaustion and feet hurting from wearing the ridiculously high heels to impress a man who never showed up. The silence in the empty halls was deafening unlike the crowded diner which was buzzing with lovestruck couples on the fine evening of Valentine’s Day. When you reached his door, you were barely hanging in there. Hesitantly, you knocked twice, immediately cursing yourself for fucking up his Valentines Day as well.

“Y/N?” Jensen tilted his head in confusion at your dejected state. “What happened?”

“I am done with dating.” A stray tear rolled down your cheek as you replied. Jensen pursed his lips as he opened the door wider to let you in. He threw an arm over your shoulder, guiding you towards the couch.

“Mike was a douchebag.” He said, as you plopped down on the blue couch.

“His name is Mark.” You rolled your eyes at him, “I dressed up all for nothing. I am done trying to find the perfect man. I will get a cat and become a cat lady. At least it will show up when we have a cat date with cat food and pizza.”

“You can't just swore off dating because Macaroni didn't show up.” Jensen smirked. “You just haven't met the right person yet.”

“I got stood up thrice within a span of two months. I surely know how to pick them.”

“Sweetheart, I'm so sorry but I know you'll definitely meet the right person. It's just a matter of time.” He rubbed your arm as you snuggled closer to him. “Should we order takeout? I am starving.”

“Mhm. I wouldn't mind some chinese. I'm sorry that I fucked up your plans for the night.” You said.

“I didn't exactly have anything better to do. Spending time with you is much better than third wheeling Jared and Gen.” He chuckled.

“What am I doing wrong, Jay? Something is definitely wrong with me or the entire male population is a douchebag.” You sighed, as Jensen took out his phone to place an order in your favourite Chinese restaurant.

“Y/N/N, nothing's wrong with you and there are good men out there in the world.” He said.

“They are all taken.” You replied, nonchalantly.

“I'm not.” Jensen said and your heart skipped a beat at his words.

“Maybe I was too blind to notice it,” you wanted to say instead you blurted out, “You're my best friend, Jensen.”

His hands dropped to the side as he visibly tensed up. An unbearable silence followed the awkward conversation. You could barely look at the actor beside you who was staring off into the distance, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Fortunately you were both saved from further conversation by the delivery guy.

You bit down on your lip to stop the yawn that was threatening to leave as you pretended to listen to the man in front of you complain about his work life. You hummed along to the man’s words as your mind reeled back to that night at Jensen's house. You still didn't know why you didn't speak about your true feelings. Even though his little confession didn't break you two up, whenever you used to hang out, a discomfort lingered in the air and so you had ditched the weekly movie night the day before.

After another painfully long hour, your extremely bad date came to a very fortunate end. As a sign of politeness, you had agreed with Luke, your date, when he had offered to drop you at your doorstep. With no promises for a second date, you had left Luke’s car after successfully dodging his attempt at a kiss. You sprinted across the usually empty hallway and found yourself in front of Jensen's room. You knocked at his door.

“So I was on a date and oh god, time wasn't passing by at all! Luke was such a boring guy. I surely do know how to pick the guys- and I'm so sorry I didn't come yesterday for our weekly movie night-” You rambled on as soon as Jensen opened the door without giving him a chance to pitch in his two cents.

“It's okay.” He finally spoke but his words were soon forgotten when you saw the half-naked brunette standing behind him, glaring at you.

“I'm sorry,” You turned your attention to the man in front and noticed the swollen lips, tousled hair and his unbuttoned jeans, “I didn't know you had company.”

“Next time try to call before you barge in complaining about yet another bad date.” Jensen grumbled, rolling his eyes before he shut his door to your face. You stared at the closed door, crestfallen as tears started to pool in your eyes. You made your way back to your room which was on the next floor in the same apartment building all the while wondering if your insecurities had really messed up a good friendship.

Jensen had neither heard nor seen you since he had closed the door on your face. He winced every time he remembered how rudely he had pushed you out of his apartment when Jessica was over. He was finally trying to move on since now he knew how you felt. Jensen was definitely hurt when you made it clear that you didn't reciprocate his feelings but he didn't hate you. You were still his best friend so it hurt when you had started to distance yourself from him, even ditching him on your weekly movie night. All that bottled up frustration had turned into anger when you had knocked on his door the next night to complain about your boring date but he still regretted the way he had told you off.

“Is Y/N going to come to Gen’s party?” Jared asked his tv brother during one of the takes.

“I don't know. Why don't you ask her yourself?” Jensen snapped as he went back to reading his script.

“What happened?” The hazel eyed actor frowned at his friend's behaviour.

“I haven't talked to her in weeks nor have I seen her.” Jensen grumbled.

“You two are like the Siamese twins and now you are saying you haven't even talked to her? Dude, what happened?” Jared asked. “Maybe you should talk to her.” He said after Jensen opened up about what happened.

“I have called her. Dozens of times. She is not picking up.” He scoffed.

“Gen is going to invite her I suppose. Maybe you can talk to her then.” Jared shrugged as they were called back on to set.

Jared was right about everything. You were invited to Gen’s backyard birthday party and so was Jensen. You had hesitated before you finally made up your mind to go to the Padaleckis' because you knew someday you had to face Jensen. When you had returned home that night, you had realised why no one was ever good enough for you since the perfect person for you was right in front of you but your insecurities had made you blind. You knew you had missed your chance when you had caught him with the brunette but what hurt more was when he shoved you out of his apartment.

Jensen had called you a dozen times but you hadn't picked up. You didn't know what to say and the longer you stayed away from him, your feelings for him grew stronger so instead you started to avoid him like plague, trying your best to move on.

The clinking sound of bottles behind you pulled you out from your deep thought.

“Hey.” Jensen awkwardly said.

“Hi.” You returned the same awkwardness.

“You weren't picking up my calls. I'm sorry for the other night.” He said, his gaze quickly dropping to the floor.

“It's all right.”

“No it's not. Then you wouldn't have avoided me.” He said. “I know things have been awkward since that night but no hard feelings. It's perfectly okay if you don't feel the same. I just want my best friend back.”

“I do feel the same.” You muttered quietly which made him look up to you. Jensen stared at you dumbfounded.

“Then why didn't you tell me?” He finally said.

“I panicked. I got scared because you know me, I don't do well with men and I thought if we didn't work out, I would lose you.” Your lips trembled ever so lightly as you stared into his green eyes.

“You won't ever lose me.” Jensen walked up to you, “Even if things don't work out relationship-wise. I will always be your best friend.”

“I don't wanna lose you. You're my person, Jay. So I lied not realising that I had pushed you away myself.” You said.

“I will always be your person just like you're mine but I can't fight this feeling anymore. I think I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do.” He said while walking up to you.

“Maybe you do know now.” He leaned down, cupping your face, his lips hovering over yours. You closed your eyes, feeling his hot breath fan against your skin but then you felt him pull back. You opened your eyes as you saw him stare at you with a look of regret in his eyes.

“I can't.” Jensen sighed.

“Why?”

“I have a girlfriend.” You gaped at him, heart broken into millions of pieces. Before Jensen could get another word out, you fled the scene.

“Hey Y/N.” Gen beamed. “Are you going home already?”

“Yeah I think I'm coming down with something. Sorry Gen. Happy birthday, again.” You said and wasted no time to get into your car and quickly drove back to your home.

Jensen had repeatedly called you since you had fled the Padaleckis’ house but you hadn't picked up. The first two days you had hardly left your house. You had been sobbing uncontrollably. You had bared your heart and soul to the man you had fallen head over heels only to get your heart broken.

You were lying on your couch, watching a sappy romantic movie when you heard a knock on your door. Pausing the movie midway you got up to open the door.

“Hi.” The green eyed man spoke quiet as when you opened the door. The sight of him brought tears to your eyes again. He was carrying a box of chocolate and a bottle of wine. “I would have brought flowers but I know how sad you get when they start to wilt.”

“What're you doing here?”

“I heard a guy hurt my best friend so I'm here with chocolates and wine.” He smirked. You snatched the box of chocolates from his hands as you held the door wide open.

“Sappy romantic comedy? Oh sweetheart, want me to kick the guy's ass? He deserves it. No one hurts my best friend.” He said as he pulled you into a tight hug. The intoxicating smell of his cologne finally breaking you. “I'm so sorry.”

“I'm so sorry too.” You sniffled as you looked up at him. “Our timings sucked.”

“It did. Can we start afresh?” Jensen smiled.

“What about your girlfriend? I don't wanna be your ‘slutty mistress’.” You said, quoting Grey’s Anatomy which made him chuckle.

“I broke up with her. I tried to date other girls to keep you off my mind but there wasn't a single damn second when you didn't cross my mind because I am totally, completely, hopelessly in love with you.” He grinned as he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“I am in love with you too, Jay.” You said, “Kiss me.” Jensen dropped his head as he leaned into you, capturing your lips with his. His hands travelled all the way down your body before stopping at your waist. He gripped you tightly and pulled you closer, your hands landed on his biceps as you tried to steady yourself. His teeth grazed your lips lightly, making you moan into his mouth. Your hands left his biceps, hooking themselves at the nape of his neck, your fingers tugging at his hair, eliciting a groan out of him.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?” He growled into your ear.

“Is it working?” You smirked. Jensen growled once more into your ear before pulling away from you. He effortlessly picked you up, your legs hooking behind him as he went towards the bedroom.

Panting hard you tried to come down from your high as you felt him go soft before he pulled out. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips and rolled off to the side. His chest heaved as he tried to control his breathing, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Lost in an euphoric state, you didn't notice when Jensen had left the bed to get a cloth to clean you up. After a few minutes, he returned back to bed. You laid there in his arms, naked, basking in the afterglow of what was actually the best sex of your life. Jensen was tracing tiny, imperfect circles on your arm as a sigh of contentment left his lips. Your back flushed against his chest, smiling, you spoke.

“We might be each other’s last first kiss.” You turned towards, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“No more bad dates. No more bad first kisses. You're mine.” Jensen whispered.

“You're it. You're my person. My world is a better place with you in it.” You said, snuggling against his warm chest. “I love you.”

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Some random kleinsen/jared headcanons:

-Jared's favourite colour is green (like a forest green) and when they were younger kids teased him about it bc "who likes green lol thats the worst colour". And one day Evan heard and said that green was a nice colour bc it was the colour of trees and the kids teased them both at that point like "lmao Jared is that why you like green bc ur boyfriend likes trees? Gay" type of shit. So Jared started lying and saying red was his favourite colour. But one day ("present" time) Jared gives Evan one of his shirts cos he slept over and Evan asks him "why do you have so many red shirts (also a headcanon of mine that Jared wears a lot of red specifically maroon) and Jared says its his favourite colour and Evan is just like ???? What Jared no its not its green??? And Jared is touched that he remembers but obv covers it up with a sarcastic comment like idk I cant come up with one I'm not that smart. Yea.

-okay this one is not only mine cos I've piggybacked off of others hcs I've seen but Jared has a cat named spaghetti but he calls her spakitty (like spaghetti... Yknow if u didnt get the joke) and he loves this little gremlin of a cat. Also I hc that she's a black fluffy cat and he always complains about her fur getting everywhere but he also forgets to brush her like ??? So whenever Evan comes over he brushes her fur bc its soft and she purrs and its comforting. Spakitty almost loves Evan more than Jared... Almost. And Jared is absolutely livid about it like " I FEED you you little shitstain why do you love him more than me" and Evans like "she doesn't she just appreciates that I brush her Jared..." And Jared just huffs and puffs about it.

-okay okay also also they get outfits for Spaghetti like Jared always gets the stupid costumes and like the ones that have legs at the front so it looks like a person walking and like those stupid hats that make cats mad. And Evan buys her cute outfits like dresses and like super super cute ones except one time he got her a costume where she looked like a tree like the hat was big and "leaves". She hated it. Also Jared buys her a polo shirt like Evans and its adorable. One time evan fell asleep on Jared's couch while they were watching say yes to the dress and spaghetti (wearing matching polo shirts with evan) fell asleep on top of Evan and Jared took a picture of it. When they start dating Jared makes it his lock screen.

- okay going off the last one so Jared enjoys watching shitty TV like reality tv and competition shows. He likes to pretend he only watches it to make fun of the ppl but he secretly gets so into it. And he starts talking about it so often to Evan that Evan gets curious and mentions wanting to watch them. So Jared makes him binge watch some of them with him and Evan gets so into it too. He can't watch them all the time bc sometimes its too much drama for his anxiety but most of the time its kinda good for him like to get his mind off of his own problems by watching other peoples problems lol. Evan really likes 90 day fiance bc sometimes it ends happy and that makes him happy.

- they also watch say yes to the dress bc like the dresses are nice and its addicting to watch like when they put it on they can't stop for at least 2 hours. and they criticize all the ugly dresses. Jareds always like "ew omg why would they even pull that dress out of the crypt its so ugly" "omg do you see those ruffles they're hideous" and Evan tries to be like "uhh yea its kinda ugly but like look the bride likes it she looks happy!" And Jared's like "how unfortunate". And and and Jared loves to bitch about the family members that are annoying like the moms that are overbearing (cos his mom is overbearing... Jared honey you're projecting) like "omg why won't her mom shut up ITS NOT YOUR DAY" and with this Evan gets super into it too bc he totally agrees like the moms should be stopped.

-okay next one please... Jared mom is overbearing like he loves her but she literally will pester him about everything and when she wants to know something she will stop at nothing to figure it out. Thats why Jared straight up lies to her instead of telling half truths or being vague bc if he's vague she will not let up. Anyways she's nice just a bit too much. And she's always trying to set him up on dates with kids of her "friends". And I say "friends" bc sometimes she's like "Jared honey you remember that lady who works at the supermarket... You know the one who always cashes us out? Well her daughter is lovely and single she was telling me all about her she sounds wonderful why don't you go meet her? Huh why noooot if you don't put yourself our there Jared....." And he hates it he absolutely despises it. (Also yes this has been in a fic I think it was a fake dating kleinsen fic I read and I love the idea so much its now a part of my headcanons if anyone want to know which one I can find the link)

- Jareds parents are split up and his dad is a dick... But not always. Jared has some good memories with him but at the same time he also has a lot of animosity. His dad lives like an hour drive from him but he doesn't see him all that often. His dad has some... Bad views (*cough* kind of homophobic *cough*) but its not like "oh I hate gay people" its more like "I don't hate gay people but why do they have to be so obnoxious sometimes" or one time when he was young (like 12 and he already realized he liked guys) his dad was talking with some buddies and one of the buds said Smth abt his daughter being gay and jareds dad said "if Jared turned out to be gay I mean... I wouldn't disown him... But I wouldn't want him to be gay. I would rather him just be normal." And Jared fucking lost it in his mind like he struggled with that so hard cos he just wanted his dad to be proud of him and he felt like a disappointment. Which is why I hc that he struggled a lot with his sexuality growing up and took a while to come to terms with it. But when his dad and his mom split and he started disliking his dad, he started giving less of a shit abt what his dad thought and he was more open with it whatnot.

-also on the sexuality thing I hc musical Jared as bi. I just always have and it may be me projecting but IDC. So like this played into his childhood trauma of trying to be "normal" and not like boys. Bc he still liked girls so his thoughts were like "okay so I just have to love a girl thats it and then dad will still be proud of me" but yeaaaa nope that didn't work bc Evan exists.

-I also hc Jared's dad as being kind of mean abt Evan while they were growing up like he would never do it to Evans face but whenever Evan would leave their house Jared's dad would talk to Jared or his mom abt how "weird" Evan was. And he would say shit like "if his dad had stuck around he could've showed Evan how to man up" and dumb ass shit like that and one day Jared got mad at him and told him "Evan has anxiety he can't "man up" just leave him alone" and his dad got super embarrassed about it but was like "don't talk back to me blah blah blah"

-moving on from sad parental stuff onto nice parent stuff, Heidi actually loves Jared and how he gets to bring Evan "out of his shell" a little bit more. Jared occasionally sleeps over at Evans house and heidi always says yes bcs its nice for Evan to have company while she works late. And she loves to see Evan peaceful or happy so she got into the habit of taking pictures of them whenever they're together or videos. But like never to share anywhere and with their permission... like she sees them happy watching TV on the couch and she goes "say cheese!" And Jared usually puts up the finger guns and Evan does a peace sign.

- anyways anyways going off the last one, one time Jared and Evan are on the couch joking about some stuff and Evan starts laughing like... Really laughing. Something Heidi hasn't heard in years. And she starts recording them while Jared's on the floor clutching his stomach and evans face is red and she starts crying bc she's so happy that Evan can have moments of light and happiness like this. Oh and she's caught them sleeping on top of each other a few times on the couch and has most definitely taken pics of that. When they start dating Evan definitely makes one his home screen background.

@maybe-i-should-try-harder

#sorry for the very long post #also also i know ive seen on ur blog that you hc jared as gay so yea my bi hc counters that hope you dont mind! #and i hope u (and anyone else reading) enjoys these! #if you need me to tag anything pls let me knos #know* #kleinsen #jared kleinman #deh #evan hansen #nikki speaks

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

the cockles masterlist, part 4

split in six for link limit reasons

WARNING: this post glitches and crashes on mobile. it’s recommended you view this on your desktop, or at least on your mobile browser rather than the app. if my desktop theme is hard on your eyes, try an extension such as Just Read or Reader View to customize the layout and colors.

if you’re still having trouble viewing, or if you don’t want to have to switch between the five posts, here’s all of the links compiled into a google doc.

welcome to the cockles masterpost, a labor of love/insomniac hyperfixation.

i recently wrote this cockles manifesto, but after it got a lot of notes and i kept adding more links to it, i decided i should just go through my 8 years of archives and compile all the cockles posts in a much more accessible and navigable way. after everything with the series finale and destielgate, i figured we could use some happiness, and it turns out there are a lot of people who’ve never heard the cockles gospel.

important disclaimer: yes, i do think that jensen and misha have a private romantic/sexual relationship, but no i do not, in any way, think that they have ever cheated on their wives. we think they are polyamorous, which is a real and valid thing, and misha is openly poly. some people love more than one person, and that’s okay. their families are close and we love and support all of them.

second important disclaimer: despite the amount of innuendo below, this is not about fantasizing about two hot guys fucking. cockles is about the joy of witnessing two people who love each other and make each other happy and are disgustingly cute together. we’re not fetishizing, we’re just appreciating what they publicly share with us.

third important disclaimer: because some of y’all don’t know, the cardinal rule of cockles is that we don’t talk to cockles about cockles. DO NOT leave any comments on their social media accounts implying anything. not even green and blue hearts. they know that we know, but it’s on us not to make it weird. if we’re too obvious and say too much, they might start sharing less. don’t say anything.

for the sake of my sanity, these are in no particular order.

last updated: 3/8/23

🐚 denotes new content

part 1 (That’s Suspicious, mishananigans)

part 2 (#pray4jensen, gag reel hijinks, some posts i’ve written about cockles and rps)

part 3 (know your cockles history, the intimacy)

part 5 (just for cute)

part 6 (jibcon continued, just for cute continued)

the glory of jibcon:

the onstage grinding | more gifs

jensen opening his pants to show misha his underwear | + raawr | photo op

“i enjoy showing my crotch to you”

drunken flirting

“anything that doesn’t involve pants that you only do around each other?”

the cheek kiss story | more gifs | hd photo | another photo | video | more gifs

post cheek kiss hug

“so they’d like us to make out now.”

the hitch kiss | bonus angle | more gifs | even more gifs | an explanation | the moment misha decided to go for the kiss | hd photo | compared to the actual hitch scene | report from someone who was there

jensen’s 180 attitude change about the hitch kiss | refusing then initiating

“he slipped me the tongue by the way.”

“you know what i haven’t told you today? that i love you” | hd photos | more photos | another angle

the resume battle

leaping off stage to get each other’s old resumes

jensen brings misha a shirt to wear, misha says no then spills salad dressing on his own | more clothes sharing discussion

showing up late, again

“so it’s like football…”

years of play keep-away

giggling over hand-puppets | more

“cas has big dolls”

white dad dancing | seriously it’s terrible | god they’re embarrassing | the worst

jensen complaining that cas won’t look at him | more gifs

leaning on misha’s shoulder

the elaborate rituals...

nothing is THAT funny, jensen | again | again | that literally wasn’t even a joke

jealousy: activated over misha wearing jared’s shirt

misha wiping glitter off on jensen’s shirt | close-up | different angle

~european film~

jensen deliberately spreading his legs

“we should establish a safe word... mine is ‘keep going’.”

misha supporting jensen’s attempt at telling a joke | mouthing the punchline with him

horseback riding? | “i guarantee i’ve spent more time on a horse than you.”

“sore, at all?”

discussing jensen’s impression of misha | the impression

misha’s hand on jensen’s shoulder

threatening to take their pants off

talking about YANA

ringtoss turned tragic | tragedy turns to flashing tummy

‘apple juice’

“we should give this to whoever we like best”

rapid-fire questions & face shove

“i’m gonna be serious for a second”

“you’ve never looked so manly”

“jensen often forgets he’s not dean.”

sniffing jensen’s armpit? why not

riding the salmon dragon

jensen accidentally giving misha flowers | video | blushing because of it

“he took me like a wounded animal... and then he crushed me.”

that time misha came down to breakfast barefoot and disheveled and... yeah

“she said that i was the best.” “you?”

“we prank you because we like you best.”

“rome... is lovely”

“how do you feel about dean?”

“what does it do?” “it’s written right on there.”

fighting over the james bond champagne

jensen wiggling for misha

“we’re professionals” lol okay

jensen softly taking the mic out of misha’s hand

“how low can you actually go?”

misha watching jensen dance

completely ignoring the fact that sebastian is on stage with them

jensen checking misha out

“fancy meeting you here.”

dancing arm in arm | another angle

analyzing the gayness of each jibcon

“dust off an old story”

jensen massaging misha’s shoulders while they arrive late

when jensen got visibly pissed at jared insulting misha

“i turn my back for two minutes and you’re exposing yourself to the audience!”

misha’s aborted touch to jensen’s face

jensen’s hand on misha’s inner thigh

“are you up here to relieve me?”

jensen’s adoring gaze + shoulder touch

cute laughter just before the hitch kiss

close talking in the dark outside the green room

misha snatching a mic from between jensen’s legs

jensen losing it over the indiarussian accent being deployed for a hand puppet, ty olsson is confused  

“bicycle touring”  

photo with fans after going out to dinner by themselves in rome  

jensen’s adoring gaze (2011)  

waving goodbye as misha leaves the stage 

complete njcon ‘22 panel video

misha walking out to hug jensen njcon ‘22 | photo

gifs from throughout the njcon ‘22 panel

jensen demonstrating how misha walks in front of a mirror naked

discussing cas’s “declaration of love” 

jensen goading misha to strip after he takes his jacket off

misha imitating jensen’s bowlegs

joking about how misha threw a terrible punch

jensen getting up to pace around the stage with misha

mirroring each other in the njcon ‘22 panel

jensen’s giggles throughout the njcon ‘22 panel

misha: “did you go crazy?” jensen: “i was already crazy”

jensen checking out misha’s ass at njcon ‘22 panel

who would win, soldier boy or harvey dent?

what kind of dog would ride in the impala with tfw?

misha catching himself just before he runs his fingers through jensen’s hair | another angle

jibcon12 misha/jensen panel transition hug | video | more gifs | photos | more photos | MORE photos

fighting over whose sunglasses they are | video

jensen: “and you looked AMAZING”

roasting jared together

misha telling everyone jensen is obsessed with tiktok | “i told on you” 🐚

jensen talking about filming 15x18 with misha

full jibcon12 cockles panel video

jensen bonks misha on the head with a stick balloon  | video

“are we on mushrooms?” | video | photo

jensen dancing to “you shook me all night long” while misha watches | video

“there should be some kind of ripcord” | video

“you didn’t finish that one” “that’s what she said”

“suck on the unicorn?” “that’s what she said”

“this is stupid. i’m so sorry all of you” “i’m not”

“you wanted to say ‘throw us a bone’ didn’t you?”

“those of you waiting to ask questions are wasting your time”

“looking in the mirror probably makes you feel old” “that’s what she said”

misha playing ringtoss, jensen helping

talking about how they support each other and help each other make big life decisions, how jensen helped misha decide to take role on gotham knights

“what are you, donald trump?”

all the jib12 shoulder touches

jensen tries to touch misha’s thigh, gets denied

“have you ever talked about doing a writing collab?” “no”

“when i say ‘hello’ what’s the next line?”

jensen licking his lips and staring at misha | licking his lips and staring at misha’s ass

jib12 whispering and giggling | more whispering and giggling

looking at each other and laughing together | photos

“misha” “hey, jensen” “mishaaaaa” | video | more gifs 🐚

rob and jensen looking at their s/o’s

jib12 losing ceremony whispers | video | more gifs

post-panel double high-five

misha posing as audience member to ask, “do you usually at night watch misha collins videos with your wife?“ | video

jensen discussing the lazarus rising watch party: “had like a three-way... video conference”

talking about misha’s tanlines

talking about misha’s upcoming GK sex scene

“do you think i have time to get in shape?” jensen: *looks at misha’s ass*

jensen: “i have two words for you. you’re good.”

talking about “when we do the reboot”

“you want to answer your horrible question or can i answer-?”

misha: “i’m a skin model” jensen: *gulps and licks lips* 

misha: *implies he has a big dick* jensen: *facepalms*

jensen conspicuously tugging his shirt over his crotch (jib4) 🐚

leaving photo ops with jensen's arm around misha (jib7) 🐚 

"i've got a bit for you" "just kidding, i don't have anything" 🐚

the story of when misha acted a punch and everyone thought it was a joke 🐚

“thanks for coming out. this is a treat.” 🐚

2013 jib giggles | more

2015 jib touches

2016 “how are you?” 

2016 jib giggles | more | photos

2016 jib whispering

2016 enraptured staring

2018 touching

2019 giggles

2018 touching

2019 giggles

2022 njcon panel tag (an honorary jibcon)

2022 jibcon tag

2022 vancon panel tag (an honorary jibcon) 

and lastly… please, nobody tweet this at misha (or any other cast member), but misha, if you do see this… please don’t tweet it either. thank you.

#cockles #cockles masterlist #jensen ackles #misha collins #mine

[fallenangellinwonderland]

AU professor Harry & Miss Y/N

Harry is an elementary school teacher, and YN is a new preschool teacher, No warnings, single dad harry

YN was the new teacher in this big school, preschool and elementary school where together, different buildings, same playground. She met a few teachers here and there while delivering some documents in the main office, she saw this tall broad brown haired man making himself a coffee while he laughed at something the old lady from the desk said, he was wearing a white button up shirt and black jeans. “Thank you! These were the only missing documents, you can start this Monday, you are going to be teaching last year of preschool with five years olds, and seems like you have a good group” the secretary winked at YN smiling, YN smiled back, she was a bit nervous, this was a new school for her, she turned around and the brain haired teacher was no longer there.

Monday came and her class went smoothly, kids were talkative, they were active and things were just like in the other school she used to work at, except for a pair of twins, they were a bit shy, they had wavy black hair and beautiful green eyes. The twins did not sit together for some reason, they stood a lot to borrow each other stuffs though.  In the next days the twins started to glue to YN for lunch hour, they sat to eat with her their sandwiches, although one day she saw them chase after the brown haired professor she had seen before, he gave them something, she left that slip.

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Friday

YN arrived early this morning, there was gonna be a meeting she didn’t want to be late and be loud while finding a seat. She was making herself a coffee when the brown haired man walked in, she smiled at her “Hi, I think I haven’t introduce myself, I’m Harry” he said as he grabbed his mug to make his coffee.  YN smiled at him “Well met Harry, I’m Y/N. You’re teaching elementary school?” she asked as she stirred her coffee.

“yeah, I’m teaching 5th graders, what about you?” he asked taking a sip of his coffee

“I’m with preschoolers. Those little monster” she joked giggling

“That’s why I like elementary school, they aren’t little monsters, they are some other species.” He laughed because he loved his job, but these kids definitely gave him a hard time sometimes. “So, you have twins in your classroom?” he asks changing the topic a little

“Yeah! They are hard working but one always loses his pencil and colors, I still don’t  know who is Jared and who is Jensen” she can’t help but bit her lip as he stares at her with those green eyes

“Yeah! They are a mirror of each other, however if you look closely one has a smaller dimple on his left cheek when smiling, that one is Jensen” He whispers as if it was a secret

How does he know? Well she has seen them with him, maybe that’s how he knows, she is about to ask when another teacher joins them and starts making conversation with Harry as if she wasn’t there, another teacher come close to grab a coffee and starts making conversation with her, they sit together as they wait for the meeting to start.

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Thursday

Y/N sits at her desk and starts answering some questions for her paperwork of this week, teachers have to note down which students need more help, how to improve their learning and achieve their goals. She hears a wince and looks up immediately, was someone hurt? Did something bad happen? She scans every kid trying to find the wine face, it comes from one of the twins. She stands up walking to him, what’s his name? who is he? How can she see his dimple if he is not smiling? “Are okay, love? Danny, what happened?” she turned to his closest classmate.

“I just pat his arm!” the kid said pouting scared he could have hurt his classmate

“my arm hurts” the twin says looking down “sorry I scared you Danny”

Y/N scrunched down looking into his eyes “Why does it hurt? May I see it?” she helped the boy take off his uniform jumper and there it was a big purple bruise on his arm. The other twin just said “ouch” when he saw it. Y/N was really worried by now, was he being abused by his parents? Will she get in trouble? “Guys, what happened?” she looks at both of them waiting for an explanation, they both shrugged their shoulders until one said “It was an accident”. She sighed “Okay, I’m talking with your mom today when she picks you”

One of the twins rose his hand “Daddy is picking us up today”, YN nodded “okay, we’ll wait for him”.

When the bell rang some parents started arriving to take their kids home, 20 minutes have passed and she was sat at her desk, the twins were playing with playdough, Harry knock on the classroom door and leaned on the frame door, YN sat up smiling, why was he here? “Professor Harry, Hi” she walked to the door.

“Is everything alright?” he nodded in the twins’ direction curious and frowning a little

“I don’t know… one of them, I still don’t know who is Jared and who’s Jensen, has a big bruise on his arm-“ she said with a concerned look and his facial expressions changed to worry with wide eyes

“What?” He walked pass her quickly approaching the twins “Jared! Jensen!”. Both kids looked up “Daddy!” they said in unison standing up happy.

DADDY?? YN felt her heart dropped to her stomach, Harry was the abusive father?! Was he abusive? He looked so sweet! He was so nice! Wait! Is he married?? There goes her chance to date him or being close friends, wait! Focus! The kid! He is hurt.

“Are we going to the principal’s office?” Jensen asked worried rubbing his hands together nervously

“No baby, no. Now tell me what happened” he said to Jensen as he cupped his cheeks. Jensen looked at Jared, which made him pout as if he was being already scolded.

“It was an accident daddy” said Jared as he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. Harry let go of Jensen to help Jared “Jared what happened baby? You can tell me, I won’t get mad, I promise”

Jared, Jared was the one with the bruise, YN made a mental note.

Continue???..  let me know.

This wasn’t profread and i should be in a meeting right now

So I’m a teacher, a young teacher haha sounds nice. And I happen to have many bad and good experiences at work, I’ve been a teacher in kindergarten, elementary school and right now secondary school (is it the same as highschool?).  And when I was working in elementary school I met these twin boys, they were so cute and funny, they also had a very complicated life, they sat with me for lunch and told their life, also I asked them stuffs, I was intrigued, one had a crush on me, he drew drawings for me, it was so cute. One day I met their dad, single father, a few years older than me, not bad looking, also a teacher, in the same school and I didn’t know!, you know my thoughts by now.  BUT HE WAS SUCH A JERK! Damn!. Anyway my blurb idea is based on that.

#Harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #dad!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #Harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine

[jackandjackiekennedylover]

Pregnant pt4

December 25th, 2017

Good morning my baby girl,” Bill said as he leans over the crib and picks up scarlett .

She looks at him with her big green eyes.

Today is your first Christmas ,” Bill said with a smile as he lays her on the changing table .

He unbuttoned her oneise and takes off her dirty diaper and cleans her.

He puts a new diaper on her and changes her into a red and white long sleeve oneise that says my first Christmas and black pants.

Let’s go find mommy,” Bill said with a smile as he walks out of the nursery with scarlett on his hips.

You were sitting on the couch drinking a glass of water when Bill walk in the living room with scarlett .

Merry Christmas to my favorite people ,” You said with a smile as you kisses scarlett head and then Bill’s lips.

Merry Christmas my love , “ Bill said as he smiled at you .

Let’s help scarlett with her gifts ,” You said as you take her out of Bill’s arms.

Do you want open some gifts ,” You asked with a smile.

Scarlett reach her hands out .

I'm taking that as a yes then ,” Bill said with a smile as he sits down beside you on the floor.

Here you go ,” You said as you hand her a little gift and help her with the paper.

It was a pennywise blanket that had her name on it .

Great. That blanket is never going to get wash ,” You said as you watch scarlett put the blanket in her mouth .

Minutes later.

That is all the gifts for you ,” You said with a smile as you stand up from the floor and carry her to the play pen and lay her in it .

I have a gift for you ,” Bill said with a smile as he reaches for it under the tree.

You didn't have to get me anything ,” You said.

It's our first christmas together and I want to make it special so we will always remember it ,” Bill said.

Close your eyes for me , “ Bill said as he smile at you .

Ok ,” You said before you close your eyes .

You can open them now ,” Bill said.

You open them and look at Bill.

Omg ,” You said with a smile .

Bill was on one knee and had a huge diamond ring in his hand .

Y/N Kennedy Padalecki. I keep on falling more and more in love with you as the days go by. I thought that you were beautiful when I first saw you. I love you and our beautiful daughter. Will you become Mrs.Skarsgård by Marrying Me,” Bill said with a smile.

Yes. I will marry you ,” You said with a smile.

Bill slips the ring on your finger .

I love you so much ,” You said as you lay your hand on his cheek .

I love you soon to be Mrs.Skarsgård ,” Bill said as he smiled at you.

I have a gift for you ,” You said as you grab it from under the tree.

Here you go ,” You said as you hand him a bag.

Bill look at you before he open the bag.

He pulled out an oneise that says Baby Skarsgård #2 coming September 2018.

No way ,” Bill said with a smile.

Yeah. It happen back on thanksgiving night ,” You said with a smile.

I remember that night,” Bill said as he smirked at you .

That night. I had two glasses of wine at Jared’s and we didn't have sex for seven weeks. So we both went a little crazy without having sex and I was on birth control and you didn't wear a condom but it's a 1 out of 100 can get pregnant on birth control,” You said with a smile.

Also, you were a little excited that night too ,” You said as you smirk at him .

I haven't had sex in seven weeks. You can't blame me bc you were a little crazy too that night ,” Bill said as he smirked at you.

Wow. We are going to have two kids at the age 28 ,” You said with a smile.

We might be married before the baby comes ,” Bill said with a grin.

Yeah. I want to be married before I get a little huge ,” You said with a smile.

What about we get married on Valentine day ,” Bill asked?

I will be around two months. I won't really be showing until another month so ok that will work for me ,” You said with a smile.

Ok. The date is set for Valentine's Day and I can't wait for you to become Mrs.Skarsgård ,” Bill said as he smiled at you .

What time do we have to be at Jared’s ,” Bill asked ?

3 ,” You said before you take a drink of your water.

It's 1:30 now. We should start to get ready,” Bill said .

Ok ,” You said.

( ten minutes later )

You had a red dress on and your hair was up in a bun .

Are you ready ,” You called.

Yeah ,” Bill said before he walks down the stairs .

He had a black suit on with a red tie and his hair was gel back .

you look beautiful soon to be mrs.skarsgård ,” Bill said as he smiled at you.

Aw thank you mr.skarsgård ,” You said with a smile.

you look handsome ,” You said with a smile.

( Jared’s and Gen’s House)

Merry Christmas guys ,” Jared said with a smile as he hugs you then Bill.

Merry Christmas,” Bill said with a smile.

Come in ,” Jared said .

Do you guys want any wine ,” Jared asked?

Yeah I will take one ,” Bill said.

Sis , “ Jared asked ?

I will take a water ,” You said .

Oh ok, “ Jared said as he hands you a bottle of water .

Here you go ,” Jared said as he hands bill his wine.

Thank you , “ Bill said before he takes a drink of his wine.

Dinner is ready , “ Gen said .

Let’s eat ,” Jared said .

What is that on your finger ,” Jared asked as he takes a bite of his ham.

We are getting married ,” You said with a smile as you show them the engagement ring from Bill.

Congratulations sis. I'm so happy for you two ,” Jared said with a smile.

Thank you,” You said.

Welcome to the family Bill ,” Jared said with a smile.

Thank you Jared ,” Bill said with a smile before he takes a drink of his wine.

When is the big date ,” Gen asked ?

Bill and I decide to get married on Valentine's Day,” You said with a smile.

That's is in two months. Why so early ,” Jared asked ?

Y/n wants to get married before she starts to show ,” Bill said as he smiled at you .

Do you mean start to show ,” Jared asked ?

You bite your lips as you look at Bill with a smile.

We are going to have another baby ,” Bill said with a smile as he grabs your hand.

No way ,” Jared said.

Yes. I'm pregnant,” You said with a smile.

Congratulations you two ,” Both Jared and Gen said .

Thank you guys , “ Both You and Bill said.

Dad. Can we go play now ,” Thomas asked ?

Yeah. Go ahead and dress warm,” Jared said.

Thanks dad ,” Thomas said as he and his brother ran up stairs to get dress.

Ok. Since the boys are outside and the girls are down for a nap. That didn't take long,” Jared said with a smirk.

You look away as your face got red.

It had been seven weeks and she was a little drunk that night too and we both were a little crazy,” Bill said as he smirked at you.

Shut up ,” You mumbled.

My sister is pregnant and getting married,” Jared said with a smirk.

Ms. Padalecki is going to be Mrs.Skarsgård in two months ,” Bill said with a smile.

I can't wait , “ You said with a smile.

I can't believe my sister isn't going to be a Padalecki anymore after two months ,” Jared said.

Ik but I'm excited to become a Skarsgård ,” You said with a smile.

I can't wait for you to become my wife ,” Bill said as he grabs your hands and gives you a smile.

I can't wait for you to become my husband ,” You said with a smile .

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Roleplaying

Title: Roleplaying Summary: (Y/N) askes Jensen to try something new during hiatus. Paring: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1036 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Square Filled: Trying Something New Bingo Card: @spndeanbingo​ A/N: None

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A content sigh escaped Jensen’s lips as he stretched his body out over his bed. He had arrived home late last night officially on hiatus for the summer. He had a few interviews to do this morning, but after that the day was his to do as he pleased. Pushing himself up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he looked down at his phone seeing a text waiting for him.

Good morning handsome! Enjoy your first day of hiatus and I will see you later this afternoon. Don’t forget about our plans for the night. Love you!

He had almost forgotten about having plans for the night as the  memory of his wife, (Y/N) asking him about trying something new with her popped into his mind.

Three Weeks Earlier

His weekends home were never long enough, but the light at the end of the tunnel of another Supernatural season was in sight. He watched as (Y/N) was reaching new characters for her latest book while chatting with a friend of theirs. Ending her call and closing her laptop, she snuggled into his side.

“I want to run something by you, but I’m a little nervous too.”

He looked down at her fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, “I’m super curious, please go on.”

“The weekend you come home for hiatus, I was wondering if maybe you would be willing to try…” she bit her lip averting her eyes from his.

He lifted her chin bringing her beautiful eyes back to his, “Try what?”

Taking a deep breath, “Try some roleplaying with me?”

“Roleplaying?” She confirmed that he had heard her right as his mind immediately imagined several different scenarios to act out with her, “Absolutely, if you want to then yes, of course.”

(Y/N)’s smile was radiating, “Really? I thought maybe you wouldn’t be into this type of thing, but this is great. Thank you!” She learned to kiss him before snuggling back into his side.

***

Since that night, Jensen had been dreaming and fantasizing about what kind of sexy roleplaying they would try. Some of his favorites were strangers meeting at a bar or pizza man delivering to a lonely girl. Even now, as he sat on a conference call with Jared and a reporter from Chicago he could not keep the images from flashing before his eyes. The more he thought about it, the longer the day seemed to drag on. Trying to distract himself, he decided to work on some projects around their house. He had just finished mowing the grass when (Y/N) called.

“Hey honey, on your way home?”

There was a long sigh, “Not yet. Hey could you do me a favor? Grab a change of clothes for me along with my bookbag from my office and meet me at Jared’s.”

“We’re going over to Jared’s tonight? I thought we were going to try out the whole roleplaying thing?” Jensen walked into the house heading towards their room.

“We are over at Jared’s. Hey I have to get back to this meeting. I will see you there. Love you.” She ended the call as he stared down at his phone for a moment before sending a text to Jared.

Hey buddy, are you alright with this whole plan for tonight?

There was an immediate response confusing him even more.

Absolutely! (Y/N) told me all about it. Should be a fun time tonight. See ya in about an hour.

Running his hand over his hair, before it dawned on Jensen what she had planned. A wide smile spread across his face, excitement buzzing throughout his body. After taking a shower, he grabbed some clothes for (Y/N) and her bag which was surprisingly heavy making his way to his car.

Arriving at Jared’s he was surprised to see quite a few cars in the driveway including (Y/N)’s. Walking inside was like walking in on a Supernatural wrap party. Felicia Day, DJ Qualls, Jared and (Y/N) were all standing around the dining room table.

“Jensen, finally I can change out of this stupid dress.” (Y/N) rushed over to him grabbing her bags.

That is when everything became clear to what they were doing at Jared’s. His cheeks burned while his stomach dropped seeing the table set up with a map, dice and several books he recognized from her bookshelf. He followed her upstairs to the guest room shutting the door behind him.

“Handsome, why did you bring me a dress and fishnet stockings to wear?” She held up the clothes he had picked out for her role.

He looked down at his feet, the weight of his misunderstanding sitting heavily on his shoulders, “When you said roleplaying you meant the game you play with Jared once a month.”

She nodded then her eyes went from the clothes to his burning face laughter erupting from her, “Oh my god, you thought I meant… oh Jensen… I-I’m so sorry…”

“I should’ve known. I’ll go back home and get you different clothes.” He turned towards the door just as her arms wrapped around his waist.

“No, don’t leave. I’m really sorry. I could have been more clear about what I was asking. Are you still willing to play Dungeons and Dragons with us? You’re not the only new player tonight. Jared convinced Zac Levi to come and play too.”

His eyes snapped up to hers narrowing in on them, “Well I think I have to stay and play so you don’t run off with you nerd crush.”

She stepped away from him pulling the simple green dress over her head and slipped on the crimson one shoulder dress on, “If I was going to run away with anyone other than you it would be Felicia, my nerd queen.” She walked out of the room chuckling leaving him stunned in the room alone.

That night he learned two things. One, (Y/N) was an amazing storyteller and brought to life a whole world for them that made him beam with pride. Two, he actually enjoyed hanging out and being nerdy with everyone but he would never let any of them know it.

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We Belong Together ~ Chapter 1

Hey! Just wanted to say that I finally posted my second Miraculous Ladybug fanfic and I am so excited for you all to read it! Will be updated on here and on AO3 :)

We Belong Together - AO3

Summary: It has been years since Marinette Dupain-Cheng last saw Adrien Agreste when he broke her heart. Since then she has moved on and continues to pursue her dreams in becoming a renowned fashion designer. Adrien hasn't forgotten the girl who had stolen his heart, but never got the chance to see her after graduation. But when he decides to secretly have a career in singing and has an underground band, that's when he spots Marinette. The girl who got away in the crowd. Can they both see what went wrong in the past to make it right? Or will they ignore their feelings and completely move on?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng sighs in relief when she finished up her sketches for her senior project. While she still had to make the garnet, it was much easier than designing it. Putting it all together was the fun and best part.

She checks her phone, realizing she had a few missed texts from her friends and one missed call from Alya. Checking the time, Alya should be out from her own class so she decided to call back her best friend.

After a few rings, Alya answered. “Hey girl! By time you answered one of us.”

Marinette chuckles. “Sorry about that. I finally came up with a great concept for my senior project and I had to finish it before the ideas left my head. But I’m finally done with the first part.”

“Oh great! So we’re going out tonight?”

“I did not say that!”

“Girl come on! We’re seniors in college and not once do I ever recall you going out to the clubs or getting drinks with us. While I respect you for committing to the internships and your classes, it’s high time you let loose and have some fun. You won’t be twenty one forever you know?”

Marinette knew that her best friend was right. Her goal was to always become a fashion designer and while she loved what she did, it was definitely time consuming. It was a miracle she even still had friends who understood her busy schedule and made their plans based on her availability.

“I mean, I don’t have classes tomorrow so I guess I can afford to stay up-“

“Yes!” Alya yells and Marinette jumped from her friends loud voice. “Okay, sorry! I’ll text you the details and wear something...with a rockstar vibe.”

“Rockstar vibe?” Marinette questioned. “Are we going to a Jagged Stone concert?”

“Oh you’ll see.” Is all Alya said before she hung up.

Marinette was confused but decided not to question it any further or else she would regret accepting the invitation.

XX

A few hours later, nightfall had fallen over Paris. Marinette ate some dinner since she knew that if Alya and the girls were coming over, there would be some pre-gaming happening before they left to whatever place they had in mind.

Her small pet dog, Tikki, laid comfortably on her Ladybug bed in the living room. Marinette walks over and leaves out a bowl of food for Tikki and refilled her water bowl as well. Tikki already ate but it was just in case she came home late and didn’t wake up on time the next morning to feed her dog.

The door bell rings and Tikki lifts up her head upon smelling familiar people nearby. Marinette puts her dirty dishes in the sink and walks over to open the door.

Alya, Juleka, Rose, and Mylene walk in. All of them wearing concert attire but matched it to their personalities.

“Wow you girls look great!” Marinette exclaims, closing the door.

“And you look good, Marinette.” Says Rose. “I love the jacket.”

“Oh this old thing?” She tugs on her jacket. “It’s just something I’ve had in high school.”

Alya walks over to Marinette’s secret stash of liquor, as Mylene plays with Tikki.

“How’s Ivan?” Marinette asked Mylene.

Mylene smiles when her boyfriends name was mentioned. “He’s doing great! You’ll actually see him tonight.”

“Oh? Is he going to meet us there?” Marinette wonders and before Mylene can reply, Alya hands her a shot glass and she walks over to join everyone by the counter.

Marinette chuckles. “Okay can one of you tell me what we’re doing tonight?”

“Underground concert,” says Alya and hands her a glass. “Nino told me about this band he has been producing songs for and he invited us to go check out them out. Apparently they’re really popular in the alternative scene.”

“Oh sounds like fun.” Marinette and the girls surround her countertop and take a shot. The liquid burning her throat a little but she ignores the feeling.

Rose nods excitedly. “It will be! Alya told me that some of the band members went to school with us!”

Now Marinette was even more curious. “Like who?”

Alya clears her throat. “Lets not ruin the surprise!” She says and changes the subject. “Mari, are you still seeing the guy from the visual arts department?” Mylene asks Marinette.

Marinette has been going out with a boy from the visual arts department as of recent. While she enjoys his company, she isn’t really into him. It just didn’t feel right, but she hasn’t had the chance to tell him they were better off as friends.

“I am but we’re not official,” she assures her friends. “I’m not really looking for anything serious anyways.”

“So if a guy comes up to you and asks you to go home with him, you’ll take it?” Alya wonders and Marinette thinks about it.

“I’ll consider it.”

Alya accepted her answer and they took one last shot before leaving to the club.

XX

The club was in a weird place in the city that was populated with sleazy clubs and teenagers who looked for a good time where they shouldn’t be looking.

The girls go through a dark alley and Alya reads the instructions that her mystery man gave her. She stands in front of a black door and knocks four times.

A minute passes and the door opens, revealing a huge bodyguard wearing a white mask.

“Alya?” He questioned.

Alya nods. “Yup! Carapace told me to come through the back for VIP.”

The bodyguard looks at the girls, stepping aside to let them in. They each held one another’s hand so they wouldn’t lose each other as they entered.

The place smelled like cigarettes and hard liquor, a smell that Marinette wasn’t to fond of but can tolerate. They make it to a small section of the upper floor that had a great viewing of the whole dance floor and stage. The girls sat down and Alya ordered them all a round of drinks.

“Carapace? I thought it was Nino who invited us?” Rose asks Alya.

Alya shakes her head. “No it’s just a nickname that they go by here. You see, majority of these artists are undercover celebrities who like to play music by their own terms or just like to escape the crazy world that they live in. So they make up an alternative identity so they can party or rock out without worrying about the paparazzi.”

“Wait, then how will you know which one is Nino?” Marinette asks. While the concept was cool, she wasn’t sure if she would like to hide her identity from the people she was close to. Unless she really need to.

Alya shows her a picture of Nino wearing a green mask. She then shows the others and they start to be on the look out for him.

“Well I hope he passes by so we can thank him for this cool VIP experience.” Rose says excitedly. “And it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him so we have to catch up.”

Marinette smiles and their drinks arrive. They give a quick cheers before they start drinking.

After twenty minutes of talking and joking around with one another, the lights in their section went down and so did the ones on the stage. The crowd yells out in excitement and the girls get closer to the recliner to watch the show.

Marinette can see a group of boys walk out to the stage and the start of the guitar. The lights turned back on and everyone went crazy over the band on stage.

She can see the name of the band written on the drums, Cataclysm.

What an unusual name, she tells herself as the lead singer begins to sing. He was a fantastic singer and Marinette closes her eyes as she vibes with the loud music playing.

Her friends were clearly enjoying themselves and were maybe a little bit too loud compared to the other attendees who were watching the show in the first floor. She followed along with her friends, also dancing and laughing.

Marinette looked down again at the stage, the band finishing up their first song. The lights were finally on the lead singer and when her eyes stared directly at him, she froze.

XX

(An hour before the show)

Chat Noir, or Adrien Agreste as his most of his close friends and family knew him by, fixing up his black eyeliner and mask. His bandmates were doing the same or sitting on the couch before it was time for them to go up.

Nino comes in and was beaming with excitement.

“What’s up with you?” Jared asks, fixing the strings of his guitar.

“Oh nothing just that Alya and the girls are finally coming to check out the band!” Nino announced.

“Yeah, Mylene texted me that she was here.” Ivan brought up.

Kim was stretching. “Any of them single?”

“Kim, these are our friends from school. Besides aren’t you still seeing Ondine?” Max brings up.

Kim shrugs. “It’s complicated.”

“Actually there is one girl who is single.” Nino answers Kim’s question. “Maybe big shot over here can finally get his first girlfriend.” He points at Adrien who was resting comfortably on the couch.

Adrien opens one eye and looks at Nino. “I can get a girlfriend if I wanted to.” He closes his eyes again and stretches his arms out as he sat up. “But I told you. If I’m getting a girlfriend I want them to fall for me, not Adrien Agreste.”

While he loved his life as the son of famous renowned fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste, it came with consequences.

The main one would be how he made friends. While he was home schooled for a good portion of his early childhood, he was able to attend a real school when he turned fourteen. It was a private school, but to him it was something. But based on how people treated him, he knew he was getting a weird taste of privilege that he didn’t want.

It started with how guys would want to come over only to his place and never bothered to invite him to theirs. Sure his father was strict, but he would’ve allowed it as long as it didn’t interfere with his studies. But no his friends at the time wouldn’t bother.

Then every holiday his locker would be packed with constant love letters or presents girls would leave for him. Not to be rude he accepted the small tokens of appreciation but he never liked it.

He hated this and when he would meet up with his friend Chloe, she convinced him to transfer to her school. It was closer to his place and not as crowded as his private school.

“I mean you’ll still be surrounded by peasants, but you’ll be with me Adrikins!”

And after one long and difficult hour of convincing his father, he agreed to let him transfer to College Francoise Dupont. There he met probably his closet friends and met the love of his life...

“Adrien? Oh Adrien,” Nino says his name in a song like tune. “Time for the show, let’s go.”

Adrien gets up and grabs his guitar. “Let’s do this guys!”

His friends chuckle and they do their backstage circle before they get on stage. While they usually start off the show with one of their classics, they decided to start slow before playing their more hardcore stuff.

As Adrien, he never could be on stage with people constantly watching his every move and wonder how he will fuck up his family name. But as Chat Noir, he belonged to no one. He wasn’t the son of a famous fashion designer. He wouldn’t be in the tabloids the next day. No instead he got to play till his hearts content and go home.

That was until he looked up at the balcony where a group of girls were cheering them on.

And that’s when he spotted her. Even though his eyes were slightly blinded by the bright lights, he can still see her raven black hair that can be mistaken for a dark blue. She blue bell eyes that he can stare at all day. There was only one girl who can ever have him in a trance such as this.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

The girl who stole his heart and the one who will forever be known as his first love.

He continued to sing into the microphone, not removing his eyes from her. “Just another day started out like any other. Just another girl who took my breath away.” He sang, continuing on with his performance. The crowd loved it, girls getting closer to the stage to get his and the others attention.

But Adrien can only stare at one girl.

The one who got away.

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