#jensen says dumb things

[heymrstargazer]

nothing more rewarding than reading my queer little pirate books while listening to my hand crafted and finely curated pirate playlist

#i just #pirates <3 #jensen says dumb things #also the playlist is currently at 46 songs but i am always open to suggestions

[deaneverafter]

"Maybe young Mary ran into young Bobby*, maybe that's why Dean always looked so much like Bobby"

A, as if The Jensen Ackles, who understands the story and the importance of the Winchester family's dynamics to the story would eff it up

B, tell everyone you know nothing about the story without saying you know nothing about the story much? As if not just their emotional relationships, but their actual, physical bloodline wasn't the center of multiple, multiple, season/series arcs?

*also "young Bobby" is a bit misleading, he'd be like.... at least 30 at the time?

C, and I do mean this in the least mean way possible, but Dean looks like Bobby w h e r e ?

#tbd #everyone wants to be dean huh #no but seriously #what is creation pumping into the background actors' drinks that they'll say literally anything? #he has a respectable enough job. is it necessary to say dumb things to insert himself in projects where he doesn't belong? 🤦🏻‍♀️🙄 #or there's the other ones who sit on stage and say THE most inappropriate comments about jensen #and instead of calling them out fandom is like 'lol so funny and relatable' #it's bad enough when 'fans' treat him like an object #but for coworkers to do that and fandom to egg it on.... smh

[buckymorelikefuckme]

a helping hand

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** friends to lovers, handjob, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do that), jake has a big dick, my lame attempts at humor. please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: SURPRISE!! this is honestly so silly. and filthy. i wrote it in a frenzy last night after the idea randomly came to me. keep in mind it's all based off the vague info i have about him. i probably took a lot of liberties. it wasn't planned for my first jakey fic to be this, but oh well lmao! any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated :) xo

With an exaggerated, put-upon sigh, you gesture vaguely at Jake to stand and say, “Alright, let me see it.”

“What?” Jake asks, brows furrowed so deeply you worry he’ll get a migraine.

“You’re being awfully dramatic about this, so I need to see what all the fuss is about,” you calmly explain, though still skeptical.

Jake had showed up at your apartment with a look of pure despair, ranting about how yet another hookup went south when they took their clothes off and his would-be partner saw his cock for the first time. Said they almost begged him to leave and take his monster with him.

Surely his dick can’t be that big, right?

Jake hesitates, watching you warily as he contemplates, but then he sighs heavily and he rises to his feet, grumbling as he unbuttons and lowers the zip on his jeans. His thumbs curl under the waistband of both the jeans and his underwear before he unceremoniously shoves them down to mid-thigh. And then there’s only silence that follows.

You blink. You stare. You blink again.

Jake shifts his weight on his feet, settling his hands on his hips awkwardly.

Finally, you find your voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you wheeze, your voice tight and airy as you struggle to remember how to inhale.

Jake groans, covering his face mournfully. “I told you!” he wails. “It’s too big! And I know, I know—boohoo woe is me I have a big dick—but listen, this is literally a big fucking problem. I’m going crazy here. It’s just not the same with only my hands!”

Probably because not even both of your hands can cover your gigantic fucking penis, you think to yourself, but thankfully, do not say aloud. And, alright, maybe you’re exaggerating just a little, but Jake is still easily the biggest you’ve ever seen. Like, leaps and bounds bigger. The length of it isn't overly scary or anything, it's just… thick, and veiny, has the slightest curve to it.

And the thing is, you really shouldn’t be so surprised. In general, Jake himself is… big. He’s tall, and broad, and his hands are works of fucking art with his long fingers and wide palms, and his thighs—Jesus, fuck, his thighs. They deserve sonnets alone, just for how sculpted and muscled they are. Even Jake’s pecs are big. And you’re normally not a tit person, but Jake’s? You’ve cupped and squeezed and fondled them probably too many times to be appropriate.

The point is, though, that Jake is fucking hot. You have always thought so, in an offhand kind of way, like, a passing observation. Jake is also sweet and attentive, always periodically checking in on each person in his friend group, always willing to offer advice or a listening ear. He’s incredibly smart while also endearingly dumb about so much. He never asks for help with anything because he doesn’t want to be a burden, no matter how many times he’s told he could never be. So you’re pretty sure that Jake has used up all of his courage and vulnerability by coming to you with his problem. And you are flummoxed as to why he chose you, but you will not let this opportunity pass you by.

“Jake,” you start after a slight pause, “I have lube, patience, and willpower.”

And Jake says, “Huh?”

Which is fair, to be honest.

“Can you, um, put your dick away so I can think properly?” you ask after delicately clearing your throat.

Jake flushes and hastily obeys before taking his spot on the couch again.

You shift to face him fully, taking in his pink cheeks and inability to meet your gaze, and you feel bad for being so blunt, for speaking before thinking.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “I just wasn't… You know.” You wave your hand around in a way that you hope says, I wasn't expecting you to have the most perfect cock I've ever seen, when your mind blanks on how to continue.

Then again, maybe it's a good thing you couldn't figure out a way to say that verbally.

You clear your throat again. “What I was trying to say is that, um, maybe I could help you?”

Jake tilts his head. “Help me?” he repeats.

“Yeah, you know, like,” you say, licking your lips, “I could lend a hand. So to speak.”

It only takes a split second for him to understand what you're saying. His eyes widen, round like saucers behind his glasses, ears now burning a bright red as he sputters.

“What? You're offering to—no, that's. No, you're not—this isn't what I—fuck, I think I’m gonna pass out,” he stammers breathlessly, and honestly, he is starting to look a bit lightheaded. He shakes himself, closing his eyes, then takes in a deep breath and releases it slowly.

You quietly wait for him to gather himself, almost wishing you hadn't said anything. Almost, but not really, not enough to try to take it back.

Finally, he blinks his eyes open and turns to you. “I didn't come here expecting you to–to help me with my… problem.”

“Jakey,” you say on an exhale, smiling. “I know that. I offered because I wanted to.”

“But why?” he questions, bewildered.

You purse your lips, glancing up at the ceiling as you think about your response carefully this time. “Because you're one of my best friends, and you're hurting, in a way. I know it's not like, the worst thing in the world to just get off with your own hands, but I feel like getting shot down at the last minute every time you go to have sex can't be good for you mentally, either.”

Jake shifts his gaze to his lap then, mouth twisting into something disappointed, and that just confirms what you've said. He's started taking this to heart, beating himself up over something entirely out of his control. Sure, you wanna get your hands, mouth, and everything else on his dick, but a guy like Jake deserves to be brought to orgasm by someone else.

“Think of it as a favor,” you try, quietly, nudging his arm.

Swallowing roughly, he meets your eyes, searching. “Are you sure?” he asks after a long pause.

You reach out and grab his hand, twining your fingers with his. “I’m sure.” When he still hesitates, you squeeze his hand lightly. “You can say no, Jake.”

“No.” You start to pull away, and then he shakes his head quickly, holding on to you tighter. “No, I mean—I don't want to say no. I'm just. I'm a little nervous.”

His confession breaks your heart a little more. On the surface, this problem isn't all that serious, but underneath it all, Jake is craving connection. You’ll make sure he leaves your apartment more than satisfied.

“If at any point, for any reason, you want to stop then we’ll stop,” you promise.

He finally smiles, small and lopsided, and nods in agreement. You stand up, tugging him to rise with you and struggling to lift all that muscle mass.

“Come on,” you instruct, “let's go to my bedroom. We’ll have more space there.”

Silently, he follows you to your room, palm clammy against yours. The sun is shining through your windows, beams landing directly on your bed like some kind of spotlight. You let go of Jake’s hand to quickly shove your comforter to the foot of your bed then climb onto it.

“C’mere,” you murmur when you see him hovering unsurely beside the bed, patting the space between your legs.

First, Jake makes quick work of the button and zip on his jeans, before knee-walking to where you indicated. You both settle on the mattress, your back to the headboard and Jake getting comfortable against your chest and into the cradle of your spread thighs. The position really highlights your size difference, almost comically, and you have to swallow down all the things you want to say or sounds that threaten to escape.

Jake already has his jeans back down around his knees and quickly wiggles his underwear down to get his dick out. He’s jittery, his movements stilted and awkward, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“Relax, Jakey,” you softly instruct, reaching up to squeeze at his shoulders comfortingly. “It’s just me. I’m here to help, okay?”

“Right,” Jake replies on an exhale, nodding, “okay. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Your lips quirk slightly. “Good. I’m gonna touch you now, alright?”

“Okay,” Jake murmurs.

You hear him swallow, see his fists clench and unclench where they’re resting beside his thighs. Tentatively, as if not to startle him, you move your hands to Jake’s hips, petting over the exposed skin there. You hear Jake’s breath hitch then, so you keep going. You trail your fingers down the tops of Jake’s thighs, into the crease where they meet his groin and back up, just a touch higher than before, and you repeat the motion a few times until you’ve worked the hem of Jake’s shirt up to give you better access to his torso.

Slowly, Jake sinks further and further into your embrace, getting heavier and heavier the more you touch him. You are quietly loving the weight of him, the way his head is starting to loll and his eyelids beginning to flutter. You watch Jake bite his lip when you finally tease closer to his hardening cock, running your fingernails lightly across the trimmed hair above it.

You raise one of your hands, palm up, with a soft, “Jake,” as instruction.

He blinks down at your hand for a second, dazed, and then he’s carefully holding your hand and bringing it up to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your palm. You feel your face grow hot as you hide your smile in Jake’s shoulder, though you’re positive he can feel it anyway.

“Jakey,” you say again, painfully endeared, “I meant for you to, you know, get my hand wet.”

“Oh.” He huffs a little at himself, but he doesn’t hesitate to bring your hand back up to his mouth and drag his tongue across your open palm.

Now it’s your turn for your breath to catch in your throat, locking every part of your body so you don't make any sudden movements or do something stupid. That gets more difficult to avoid when Jake, after thoroughly licking all over your hand, tops it all off by gathering the remaining saliva in his mouth, makes you cup your hand and then spits into it. For a split second, you think you’re about to come, which would be mortifying, so you’re glad when you’re able to reign in your hormones and offer a small thank you so you can get back to the task at hand. Literally.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you finally allow yourself to look over Jake’s shoulder, and honestly, you could weep at the sight before you. Jake’s cock is fully hard now, lying against his toned stomach, looking more intimidating than ever. Somehow his cock seems bigger, and thicker too. Your mouth waters, but you tell yourself to focus.

With your dry hand, you lift Jake’s cock, holding him at the base while you bring your other hand down to curl around the head. Jake gasps lightly, but otherwise stays still and quiet, at least until you begin stroking him. Slow and steady, you drag your hand down to the base of Jake’s cock, then add a little more pressure on the upstroke. Jake makes a punched out kind of sound, his knees jerking up slightly before settling back in place. A thrill rushes through you, powerful and giddy at the thought of Jake being at your mercy, of being the one to pull out even these tiny reactions. It makes you want to see just how loud you can make him. For now, though, you continue your steady pace, feeling more than hearing Jake’s sigh when you use your free hand to start touching him everywhere you can reach again.

What’s dangerous about this is that you could get used to it. You’re pretty sure you already are, and that could spell disaster for you, because you’re just supposed to be helping him out. This is only supposed to be offering Jake some relief after being unable to get off with a partner, to give him pleasure that isn’t by his own hands. You press your lips together and speed up your stroking, just a smidge, squeeze a bit more around the head and dig your thumb into Jake’s slit.

“Oh,” he utters, head falling back to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed tight and hips twitching up into your touch, chasing the feeling.

“Does it feel good, Jakey?” you boldly ask.

Jake nods and hums. “So good,” he affirms. He moves his hands to grip your knees as he adds, “Being so good to me, sweetheart.”

And, well. Fuck. You've been trying to pretend your pussy isn't wetter than it's been in a long while, but his words have you wishing you could close your thighs for some much needed friction. Subtly, you try to shift your hips and all it does is make you more frustrated. You let out a huff, breath fanning out against Jake’s neck. He shivers against you and you pause. Your lack of movement makes him whine, low and pleading, and it jolts you back into action.

Dragging your gaze down the line of his throat only makes you want to put your mouth on it, see if you can get him to shiver again. You peek at his face and see his eyes are still closed. Softly, so soft, you lean in and press a kiss to the side of his neck, and the way he responds is beautiful.

He whimpers, tilts his head back further to give you more room, his hips bucking up into your hold as you continue stroking him at a rhythmic pace. And you really can't say no to that kind of invitation. So, sufficiently sure that he doesn't mind it, you press even more kisses into his skin, trailing them up and down his neck and shoulder, as far as you can reach. The kisses turn wet, your tongue flicking out to taste him. Jake’s stomach muscles clench, and you quicken the pace of your hand up a bit, mouthing sloppily up his neck to his ear.

“Don't know how anyone could refuse you,” you mutter, your own breathing getting heavier to match his. “How can anyone look at your cock and not want to sit on it, Jakey? It doesn't make sense.”

He groans, planting his feet on the mattress so he has better leverage to thrust up into your fist, panting and letting out needy sounds.

“God, Jake,” you whine. You suck and bite a mark on his throat, pulling away once you're happy with it. “I bet you would feel perfect inside me,” you confess in a whisper.

“Stop,” he pants, and you let go of him in an instant, stomach dropping.

Before you can start to panic too much, Jake clumsily shifts around until he's on his haunches facing you, flushed all the way down his chest, eyes blazing behind his frames. You open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, but then he's gripping you under your knees and yanking. You fall flat on your back with a startled yelp and Jake is there to swallow the sound, kissing you like it's his lifeline. A moan rips its way out of your chest, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

He breaks the kiss, glasses askew, to ask, “Can I please fuck you?”

Any other time you'd snort at the politeness of such a vulgar question, but at the moment all you can do is nod, roughly tugging at his shirt until he gets the hint and removes it, almost knocking his glasses off entirely. It lands somewhere on the floor, along with his jeans and underwear a second later. You squirm once you see his body fully naked, core throbbing in need to have it against you, on top of you.

“You too,” he murmurs, reaching for your shorts.

You lift your hips to help him, biting your lip at the way he curses when he realizes you aren’t wearing panties. With a grin, you surprise him further by taking off your t-shirt and reveal you're also not wearing a bra.

“Would it totally ruin the moment if I say I’ve wanted this for way too long?” he wonders, eyes raking over your body, his hands joining soon after.

You smile softly and shake your head. “Not at all.” He returns your smile, but yours eases into something mischievous. “But what will ruin the moment is if you don't get your fingers in me to get me ready for your big cock.”

Jake’s smile drops. “Fuck,” he says with feeling.

To incentivize him, you spread your legs, hand tracing a path down to where you're dripping. He watches with blown pupils and a slack jaw. When you hum as your fingers lightly glide down your slit, he snaps into focus. He knocks your hand away to replace it with his own. You sigh at the touch of his calluses on your sensitive skin, tilting your hips up and moaning when he finally sinks one finger inside you.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to want to waste time, thrusting his finger steadily. You've never appreciated how long his fingers are more than you are at this very moment. He works you up to three of them much too fast for your liking, but you understand the urgency he’s feeling, and you can't really deny that you're feeling it too.

“That's good, Jake, c’mon, please get in me already,” you beg, shifting restlessly.

“Shit,” he breathes, “okay, yeah, let me just—”

He shuffles closer, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up and down your slit, the head catching on your opening, making you whine. He curses under his breath some more and starts pushing in. Your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out, brows furrowing deeply as he splits you open on his cock. When he bottoms out, you let out a sharp exhale that hitches in your chest, while Jake’s chest is heaving like he's run a marathon.

“So tight,” he mutters.

“So—” You hiccup through a desperate sob. “So big, oh my god, Jakey, baby, please move, I need you to move.”

His chin drops to his chest with a pained sounding groan, but he listens. He draws his hips back, cock dragging deliciously out of you, before he thrusts back in. You're not sure you've stopped making noise since he started pulling out, high and needy and hungry pleas for more, and he's barely even gotten started.

Every sensation feels dialed up to a million. You're not sure sex has ever been like this for you; like your skin is on fire, like you can feel your pulse throb through every limb, through every single finger and toe, but especially in your clit. Your nipples even feel more sensitive than usual as they brush against his chest. Your body is positively singing with pleasure.

And Jake… Oh, that sweet, precious man is in heaven. You know you're tight around him, warm and wet, the perfect place to fuck into, and now that he's finally getting what he's wanted he's not holding back. He's fucking you like he’s gonna be graded on it after. His hips slam into yours and he can't stop making noises of his own. Grunts, soft gasps, neverending praise over how you feel, how he's so happy this is happening, how he's never going to stop fucking you.

Your nails dig into the flesh on his back, dragging all the way down until you flatten your palms on his ass and squeeze. His thrusting falters for a second, but he finds his rhythm again quickly, dropping to his elbows so that he's even closer. He kisses along your collarbones, nipping at the base of your throat before sucking at the spot harshly. You moan brokenly and clutch at him tighter.

“Left my mark on you, too,” he declares, kissing the bruise he’s made, then kisses you properly, tongue sliding across yours and dipping into your mouth.

You're not sure how much longer you can hold back from touching your clit, your need ratcheting higher and higher, but you know Jake is right there with you. He's pounding into you roughly now, chasing his climax with determination. Reaching down, you swipe your fingers through your slick and use it to rub your clit, a whimper escaping you when you tighten around him from the added stimulation. Jake growls and speeds up some, hitching one of your legs up his side. It changes the angle just enough that he's hitting that spot inside you that has you crying out, a long warble of his name, fingers quickening their pace on your clit.

“Yeah, that's it,” he encourages. “Please, come for me. Come on, baby, let me see it, wanna watch you fall apart.”

All of your breath gets trapped in your lungs as warmth pools in your core and bursts outward, your pussy fluttering and clamping down on his cock. Your body shivers through your climax, thighs trembling unceasingly as Jake groans and fucks you harder, three, four more times before stilling. He comes with a loud moan, grinding inside you as he rides it out.

After a moment, he collapses on top of you. You grunt at his weight, but smile tiredly at your ceiling, combing your fingers through his hair. You feel him press a kiss on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

That makes you giggle, which in turn makes you clench and has Jake whining since he's still buried inside you. Gingerly, he pulls out, both of you hissing at the sensation. He runs a tender finger along the outside of your opening.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, concerned.

“No, baby,” you whisper.

He meets your gaze then, hopeful, still flushed with exertion and glasses slightly foggy. “Baby?”

You hum with a grin. “Yes. My big, beefy baby,” you tease. “I’m keeping you all to myself now.”

“You know, I think I just might be okay with that,” he replies, beaming in a way that puts the sunlight through your window to shame.

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[lucidlivi]

Chosen For Pleasure (III)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

Tag List: @ladysparkles78 @suckitands33@little-x-wolf (if you'd like to be added, please let me know!)

Buckle Up Ladies! It's Getting Hot!

“so are we going to talk about the thing?” I asked fidgeting with my hands.

“I have no idea of this thing you speak of.” Jensen smirked, keeping one hand on the wheel, the other on my knee.

I could still feel his warm lips all over my neck, his beard scratching against it as he explored with his mouth and tongue. I fluttered my eyelashes closed, biting my lip as the feeling was still so real. I was trying not to lose my cool, which is exactly what he wanted.

“your kind of an ass sometimes you know that?” I joked giving him a smirk back.

“we’ll have plenty of time to talk about it tonight after work.” He said pulling up to my apartment.

Why did tonight have to be so far away?

I hesitantly got out, not trusting my knees not to cave out from under me. Jensen got out too, walking me up to the door. I was about to say something when the door flew open, a guy rushing out still struggling to button his pants.

Jensen pulled me to his chest out of the way. I peeked my head in seeing Stella laying on the couch clutching a comforter to her bare chest. I rolled my eyes laughing at her.

“I'll see you tonight, I’ll send my driver to pick you up.” Jensen said placing a warm hand on my cheek.

“you have a driver?” I laughed.

“yeah Cole.” Jensen said as if it were a normal thing for everyone to have their own personal driver.

I rolled my eyes laughing.

“see you later Mr. Ackles.” I murmured biting my lip.

“see you later then Ms. (L/N).” Jensen whispered.

He brought his lips down towards me. I thought he was going to connect them with mine, but instead he placed a lingering kiss on my cheek. I stood in the doorway grinning as he got in his expensive car and sped off down the road.

Did I mention how insane this all felt?

I walked inside fully, shutting the door behind me. Stella still sat on the couch naked, only the comforter covering her body.

I could see she was bursting at the seams to know everything.

“really Stell on our couch, where we eat dinner? Ya couldn’t make it to your bed?” I joked giving her a disappointed gaze.

“oh no no no..” she said standing up wrapping the blanket around her body.

“no we’re starting with you missy!” she squealed.

“what about me?” I played dumb going in our shared bathroom to finally get a hot shower.

“uh please do share.” she said stopping the door with her foot.

“there’s not much to share.” I shrugged simply.

It was true.

Sort of.

“c’mon (y/n) if I have to live this fantasy vicariously through you then you’re going to need to give me more details.” she all but practically begged.

“nothing happened, I mean we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re asking.”

“butttt you’re seeing him tonight?” she pressed trying to understand.

I was trying to understand everything myself.

“It’s complicated, he’s complicated.” I said leaving it at that.

“just make sure it’s making you happy okay?” Stella said turning back to the protective friend she is.

“He is.” I said biting my lip, our elevator ride replaying in my mind.

I stepped in the warm water letting it soak through my aching muscles. As it slid down my neck, Jensen’s lips invaded my mind. He expertly slid them up and down kissing and licking each spot. I whimpered thinking about them.

I didn't have time to daydream though. I sighed bringing myself out of the shower and forcing myself to put on clothes to go to work. I still felt like shit, but a little better at least.

“sooooo who’s the mystery man who couldn’t get his pants fixed?” I asked Stella as we sat in the car on our way to the office.

Stella started to laugh.

"how have we not talked about this yet, it was so awkward." she said facepalming.

"Definitely didn't expect to see it." I laughed.

“Matt.” she said biting her lip.

“and Matt is….?”

“we connected awhile ago, and he's slowly trickling his way back in, but I think it could really be something this time."

“just make sure it’s making you happy okay.” I repeated her phrase from earlier earning a smile from her.

I stretched one last time grabbing my bag from the back seat. I hoped we were still in Gray’s good graces. I really didn’t have the energy for him to be on my ass today.

I felt sets of eyes on me as I walked in. I gave Stella a look but she wasn’t noticing the attention we were getting. I turned my head seeing the receptionist whispering to another coworker whilst they watched me walk by.

what’s there problem?

I shook it off. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. I sat down at my desk starting up my laptop.

“uh (y/n/n) you might want to come take a look at this.” Stella squeaked from her desk.

I ran over, hearing the concern in her voice. She had her gossip column open where the latest celebrity gossip and scandals filtered in. One article specifically caught my attention

Billionaire Jensen Ackles Fighting At Local Club? Who Is This Mystery Women?

Accompanying the title was a photograph.

What the hell?

When was this taken?

I didn’t see anyone else there? Of course I didn’t see much of anything thanks to the booze.

The picture was of Jensen putting me in the car, most of me was blocked out by his large body. But for people who knew me, it was obvious who it was.

“I’m sure they won’t figure out it’s you.” Stella said her voice raising an octave higher than normal signifying she was being deceitful for my sake.

“I think they already have.” I said glancing around at some female coworkers who were staring at our corner of the office.

Fuck.

“what’s there problem?” A deep voice pressed from behind me.

Stella quickly slammed her laptop shut as Gray made his way in front of me.

“morning sir.” I greeted, not sure where we stood.

yesterday he was proud of me, today he might hate me again. who knows.

“come to my office for a second will you?”

I gave a pleading look to Stella before hesitantly following him to his office. I just prayed he hadn’t seen the things going around. I stood awkwardly in the door way waiting to hear the reason I was here.

“sit please.” he said gesturing to a chair.

I sat down while he did the same. I glanced in his direction. I was met with a warm smile, something I had never seen on his face before.

“I uh bought you coffee.” He said handing me a large cup that was still hot.

Okay this is officially strange.

“thanks, though I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be the one getting that for you.” I said sipping on it.

“you deserve it.” He shrugged.

Okay am I being punk’d? Gray being nice to me and telling me I deserve it.

Where’s the camera?

What’s the catch? There’s always a catch.

“look (y/n), I’m kind of in a bind. I had to fire our photo editor unexpectedly and nobody else could do the job quite like you could.” Gray explained.

there it was.

“I have an entire magazines worth of photos I need edited by the end of the day tomorrow.”

“but that’ll take forever.”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could do this.” Gray said standing up from his desk and coming to lean on it so he was closer to me.

“please.” He pleaded resting a calloused hand on my knee.

I got an uncomfortable feeling when Gray touched me. I stood up quickly making his hand fall away from me.

“you’re the most talented photographer we have, I just couldn’t see that before.” Gray said coming closer to me than i’d like.

I don’t know what was worse, having him hate me or having him compliment me like this.

“fine” I sighed hesitantly.

“you’re the best!” Gray said putting his arms around my small frame and squeezing.

He smelled of cigarettes and tequila. Not like the enticing scent of Whisky that followed Jensen around. I unwrapped myself not wanting his arms around me any longer.

“I’ll email you.” He dismissed.

I walked back to my desk coffee cup in hand.

“what was that all about?” Stella asked.

“he complimented me, and bought me coffee.” I said raising the cup.

“hey I made that article too!” Stella frowned crossing her arms.

“don’t worry he was just buttering me up, wants me to edit all the photos for the magazine release by tomorrow.” I sighed flopping in my chair.

“damn all of them by tomorrow? that’ll take forever! are you going to cancel on Jensen?” Stella asked concerned.

If there was one thing I absolutely wasn’t going to do it was cancel.

“I guess I better bust my ass then.” I laughed.

And I did.

For the rest of the work day I edited photos, even skipping lunch and break. I had almost all of them edited by the time I clocked out. I can’t believe I pulled that out of my ass.

“I’m going to head out, you sure you're okay?" Stella asked coming to stand in front of me.

"I'm good Stell, thanks."

"Alright, just call me if you need anything” Stella said winking at me while collecting her things.

I went to the bathroom freshening up my makeup and changing my outfit. I never knew what to expect with Jensen. It made me nervous but also very excited. I checked my reflection one last time before going out to collect my things and to go look for Cole.

“leaving?”

I jumped as Gray’s voice startled me. I looked around seeing everyone had left except for him and I.

“uh yeah, I got most of the pictures edited so I should have no problem finishing tomorrow.” I said offering him a small smile.

“I knew you would.” He smiled back.

There was an awkward tension as I felt his eyes on me while I collected my things depositing them in my bag.

“you going out tonight?” He inquired.

“uh yeah, I have a date.” I whispered feeling uncomfortable.

Could I even call it a date? I had no idea what it was.

“Hmm well he’s a lucky guy.” Gray said licking his lips before retreating into his office.

What was that?

I felt uneasy as I grabbed my bag quickly rushing out of the building. I wasn’t looking where I was going as I nervously peered back at the office. I collided with a rock hard chest.

“woah easy there angel.”

His raspy voice snapped me out of my trance.

Jensen.

I glanced up at him feeling more at peace now. He traded his signature suit and tie for a dress shirt and a tan jacket.

Jesus Christ was there anything this man didn’t look flawless in?

He must’ve seen the uneasiness on my face. His smirk changed to a concerned frown.

“you okay? something happen in there?” He asked nodding his head towards the office building.

Did something happen?

I don’t know if I could qualify that as something. It definitely made me uneasy but they’re just words. I saw how Jensen was with Sebastian, and I really didn’t want to lose my job over what could be nothing. I decided it was probably better I didn’t tell him what Gray said.

“no, I’m alright.” I said with a smile plastered on my face.

“shall we.” I nodded to the car.

A man who I’m presuming is Cole got out of the drivers seat to open the back door for us.

“Mr. Ackles, Ms. (L/N).” He nodded.

"just (y/n)." I whispered making Jensen laugh.

"so are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked glancing at Jensen beside me.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear.

"now where's the fun in that?" He whispered.

My breath hitched.

"besides, we're just about there." He spoke louder so Cole heard him too.

I felt my pupils grow as we pulled up to an airstrip, a helicopter sitting in front of us.

"holy shit Jensen, that's a helicopter." I said in awe climbing out of the car.

He climbed out too coming to stand beside me.

"you know I never knew how incredibly observant you were?" He joked.

"come on." He said grabbing my hand and pulling me towards it.

"wait we're going on that?" I squeaked.

"why? afraid of heights? you know you can always cuddle close to me." He smirked.

I shoved him away playfully making him laugh. He carefully opened the door, helping me in. Once he was in too he made sure to buckle me in tightly before doing the same for himself.

I heard the pilot telling command that we were ready for takeoff.

"Chopper 64-23 Departing for San Antonio."

"We're going to San Antonio?" I asked looking at Jensen.

He nodded his head smiling. San Antonio was only a little more than a two hour drive from where we were in Laredo. It would probably take only thirty minutes by chopper.

"What's in San Antonio?"

"My estate." Jensen answered.

I felt the helicopter lurch forward. I've only been on a plane one time before so this experience was all new to me.

I felt Jensen grab my hand intertwining our fingers. He sensed I was nervous. He didn't make a comment which I was grateful for.

Once we were in the air I dared myself to look out the window.

"everything's so beautiful up here!" I beamed, the smile not leaving my face.

little did I know Jensen was just staring at me the entire time.

"I agree." He said.

I was right about it being incredibly short. Before I knew it we were making our descent. I squeezed Jensen's hand as we got closer to the ground. If he felt it he didn't indicate so.

Oh my god.

A mansion stood before me, bigger than anything I had ever seen before.

"you live here?" I asked spinning around to get a look at the entire thing.

"come on, lets go inside." Jensen said laughing at my bewilderment.

I gasped, the inside just as beautiful as the outside. Jensen let my eyes wander for a couple minutes before he pulled me over to his large oak table. I saw a piece of paper in front of the seat Jensen pulled out for me.

"what's this?"

Jensen looked at me uncomfortably like he was afraid to say.

"It's uh a nondisclosure agreement, it means that anything that happens between us, you can't talk about." He said rubbing his bearded jaw.

I think he was worried I'd be offended.

"I would never do that to you." I spoke truthfully.

"I'm afraid my corporate lawyers insist that I have one."

I quickly grabbed the pen scribbling my name down. I handed him the paper sticking the pen between my lips. I felt the heavy tension as he sat next to me. It seemed like he was formulating in his head how to make the next move. So I decided to do it for him.

"so are you going to passionately fuck me now?" I whispered seductively.

I mean what else did he bring me here to do?

I could see Jensens eyes go dark with lust. He leaned in close as if he was going to kiss on my neck again.

"two things. one, there's nothing passionate about the way I fuck, and two, I want to show you something first."

I let him grab my hand, leading me up a staircase. He stops at a doorway, taking a key from his pocket and unlocking it. I walked in seeing a huge king size bed in the center of the room. On a stand there were pleasure items, handcuffs, blindfolds, lubrication, and lots of condoms. I ran my fingers over a pair of especially fuzzy handcuffs.

"say something please." He pleaded as I looked around in silence.

I smirked grabbing a pair of the hand cuffs, swinging them around my pointer finger.

"are these meant for me, or for you?"

Jensen groaned as I played with them. It was hot to see I could get him riled up too.

"they're definitely not meant for me, you see I'm in control angel."

"oh yeah?" I pushed urging him to continue.

"you want to know what this is?" He asked stepping closer.

I nodded not trusting my voice to crack.

"not here though." He said pulling me out of the pleasure room.

He led me down the hall to a regular bedroom. He nudge me over to the bed instructing me to sit.

"This is you and me, pleasuring each other, whenever we want it. I only have some basic rules. Rule one, I don't sleep with anyone else, and you don't sleep with anyone else. Two, I don't kiss on the lips. I also don't sleep with anyone. If you agree to this, this right here would be your room, but only on the weekends." He explained.

I took in everything he said. It was a lot. He was basically offering to be exclusive fuck buddies.

"Jensen, how many girls have stayed in this room?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to know the answer.

"thirteen"

"oh great only thirteen." I mumbled sarcastically.

He didn’t say anything.

"but we slept in the same bed the other night and it was fine, why do I have to stay in here?" I pouted.

"don't get too caught up on the sleeping arrangements, trust me after we're finished you're going to want your own space."

"and if I don't agree, we wouldn't have any relationship at all?" I asked biting my lip.

"this is the only kind of relationship I have, and I want it with you."

I could feel the air getting caught in my lungs.

"I gave you a lot to think about, let's go back downstairs." Jensen said grabbing my hand and leading me back down the staircase.

He sat me down on the couch, going to get me a glass of water as I mulled everything over in my head. I muttered a thanks when he came back.

"One more thing, I'm going to need your written consent. I need to know stuff you are and aren't willing to try." He said.

I took a long sip of water setting the glass down.

"how will I know what I what I would and wouldn't be willing to try?"

"well uh think back to when you had sex before, what felt good, what didn't." He shrugged.

I felt my face go hot. I turned my body slightly away from Jensen, catching his attention.

"what's the matter? for this to work we have to be honest." He said placing a hand on my knee.

"It's just, I uh, um I haven't"

Jensen looked taken back my confession. I felt embarrassed.

"you're a virgin? but you've done other stuff right?"

"only a couple times, awhile back but not exactly." I spoke.

"but I imagine men must throw themselves at you, how?" He asked scooting closer.

"it's never been one I wanted."

"and do you want me?" He asked.

I looked up at Jensen as his eyes bore in to my own.

"more than anything." I whispered.

Jensen smirked as if I said the golden words. He lifted me up, throwing me over his shoulder, making me squeal.

"what are you doing?" I laughed.

"I'm rectifying the situation."

"I didn't know I was a situation." I said biting my lip.

Jensen ran up the stairs to a master bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed. I felt my pulse increase as his eyes raked over me. He threw his jacket down unbuttoning his shirt before discarding that as well.

He leans down placing several soft kisses to my neck while trailing his hands under my shirt.

“is this okay to take off?”

I bit my lip nodding my head.

“words, (y/n) I need words.”

“yes” I whimpered.

He swiftly pulls my shirt over my head, reattaching his lips to my neck and holding my hips down. He starts to suck on a spot making a gasped moan escape my lips. His tongue massages up to my chin and back down again.

I could feel his hands start to slip down to the waistband of my jeans.

“and these?” he asks through kisses.

I felt my mind going fuzzy. I could only think about the heat that was slowly building in my core as he kissed and sucked on my neck.

“Mhmm” I moaned.

“mhmm’s not a word.”

“please Jensen.” I panted.

He tugged my jeans until they were pooling at my ankles. His fingers trailed down my leg making me shiver. He pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, leaving me in just my under garments. He stepped back taking me in.

“so fucking beautiful.” He growled.

He came back attaching his lips once again to my neck but this time he moved them down to the top of my breasts. I shivered at his touch.

He grabbed the straps of my bra pulling it down so I was now exposed for him. His kisses didn’t stop until his mouth met my nipple. I gasped as his perfect mouth wrapped around it sucking roughly.

I was panting, feeling myself getting wetter. His big hands massaged my thighs making them clench together. I needed some type of friction, I was going insane.

His mouth wrapped around my other nipple making me gasp just as loud. He removed his hands from my thighs, unclasping my bra so he could remove it once and for all.

I was gripping the sheets as Jensen sucked and licked over my breasts. He grabbed my hands putting them in his hair.

He groaned as I started to tug. He gave my breast one last kiss before licking down my stomach to my panty line. I moaned feeling his hot breath through the fabric.

His fingers grazed over my heat, sending shock waves of euphoria throughout my body.

“Jensen please.” I whimpered.

“what do you want (y/n)?” He asked trailing kisses over my thighs.

“just.want.you.” I panted.

“then I’m all yours.”

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Part (IV)

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Pirate & Pin Cushion (2)

Jake Jensen x gn! ops!Reader

Confidence Is The Absence Of Control (see previous)

A continuation of a Valentine's drabble wherein you got stabbed on a mission. When Jake, your 'Banter Bro' friend and secret crush, asks where you're not hurting, your sassy retort leads him to kiss you, but you passed out shortly after. This is what happens when you momentarily wake up in recovery.

Warnings for dirty jokes (it's not really innuendo when you just say the quiet part) and foul language. WC 638

“Take it easy,” you hear, your insides seeming to travel at mach speed until crashing into your skin as you wake. “You’ve been out a couple days.”

You wouldn’t be able to tell someone your name if they asked you right now, but a cute, bespectacled man with golden tipped hair sits concerned by your side.

You open your mouth to speak. It might as well be find with dust and cobwebs. Swallowing hurts. Or does it? Physical sensations feel so far away, detached from your body.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” the man says again.

Jake. He looks like a Jake. You remember Jake?

You stare at your feet, one of which itches, but you can’t move it and in this brain fog, it hardly matters.

Trying to speak once more gets your point across.

Jake scrambles for the cup of water next to him and holds it steady. Eternity passes as you sip, wake, and become aware, but you’re hardly aware of anything. It’s all very unreal.

“Don’t worry, PC, they got you the good stuff. Heavy duty meds. Nothing but the best.”

“PC?” you croak.

Jake smirks warily. “For Pin Cushion. Eh, I’m test-driving it,” he shrugs.

“You smile pretty.”

Pink floods Jake’s cheeks. “Thank you?”

Using all your might and concentration, your hand moves to his. “You got thick arms.”

“Right, so, you remember when I said you’re on medication..?”

“I think your glasses are sexy.”

Jake snorts and glances around, muttering to himself. “I’m not sure you want me here for this conversa—“

“You deserve sex,” you add matter-of-factly. “Lots of it. Hot guy like you.”

Each word is slow like molasses, and though Jake doesn’t stop or interrupt you, he grips the back of his neck and keeps looking around.

“Oh boy.”

“I’d have sex with you—water—“ you request and he realigns the straw with your mouth, eyes slightly bugging out “—like…whenever.”

You’re content to take a few more delicate pulls that feel more like torturous gulps, but you can’t not drink and you can’t stop talking.

“I watch your ass. But not like ‘watch your six,’ I mean I watch your ass. It’s a good ass. Cargo pants are dumb. You should were something tighter.”

“Okay, maybe more sleep now?!” Jake’s voice soars an octave mid-sentence.

“Hey, hey,” you insist, “come ‘ere.”

He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the heavy bob of his Adam’s apple fascinating you for a long moment.

Jake holds his breath, waiting.

“What did you want to say?” he whispers.

Your eyes ‘jump’ up to his, crawling over his features at the same pace it would take you to lick a path up it.

“Huh?”

“You…were gonna tell me something.”

All you can do is blink. “I don’t know. I just like to look at you.”

Jake doesn’t move a muscle before your brain comes up with a replacement question.

“If I dress like a laptop for Halloween, would you touch me?”

He slaps a hand over his mouth, grin so wide his palm can’t cover the whole thing.

“Do you mean—“ he wheezes in amusement “—you mean would I finger your keyboard?” He dissolves into uproarious laughter. “Oh man, I gotta record this.”

As he digs his phone out of his pocket, you’re hit with a wave of fatigue. Maybe rest is a good idea. Maybe you’re not fully alive again yet.

“Okay,” Jake clears his throat, “PC, what were you saying about Halloween? One more time.”

You don’t even acknowledge the phone shoved into your face. You only hold his soft, twinkling blue gaze.

“I should have told you before I died,” you drawl, sleep taking over, “I love you.”

Jake’s face falls, stunned, but still the last thing you hear is ‘Pin Cushion’ as if it’s miles away.

A/N: For reference, Reader did not die, is not dead, and does not die at any point in this story. 😉 They are just drugged out of their mind.

[Final Part: Painful...But In A Good Way]

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[k-slla]

You let go of me, so let me go.

A/N: part 2 of Hello, Goodbye. - I was sent an ask by anon, who thought that in the first part Jensen threw everything away too easily and should have some regrets- so now he does. But it's a little too late already.

This is also the one I did the poll for, but I've decided not to use any certain characteristics for Tom, so you can imagine here any Tom you want (for me it's Hardy 🤍 but Hiddleston, Holland or I'm sure even Selleck would work- whatever floats your boat😘)

Warnings- language, angst, fluff

WC: ~2K

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Dividers by @saradika-graphics

As always- feedback is golden! 🤍 All mistakes are mine.

Hope you'll enjoy!

You arrived at Gen and Jared's home and waited at the door with Tom. It was their annual New Year’s dinner party again. This time Jared didn’t allow you to miss that. In his words he had “just been lenient with you” last year, because your divorce from Jensen was so recent, but now you had no excuses not to go.

You squeezed Tom’s hand hard. “Wait.” You said anxiously when he almost started to knock.

“What’s wrong, Doe?” Your felt insides melt a little hearing him say his nickname for you.

“I’m a little nervous. Jensen’s probably going to be here and I haven’t really heard from him since…you know?”

You felt dumb for being all worked up for such a thing. He was the one who wanted to divorce. And even though you initially reacted rather calmly at that, it really got to you when you had moved out from your sister’s and got your own place. For months, you waited and hoped every day for that one phone call from him telling you that he'd made a mistake. That he regretted leaving you. But it didn't come and as the weeks went by, you started to think about him less and less.

For a while you just kept to yourself, stayed home, and tried to get used to living alone again. Well, you were alone a lot even when you were married to him, but this was different from that. Call it a force of habit, but your mind still wandered around, thinking when he'd be home again, and unconsciously every now and then you reached for your phone to call or text him. It took a lot from you to completely get over him, but you managed to do just that.

And now you had Tom, who stood like a rock next to you, when you slowly took your time to climb out of the hole that Jensen had thrown you into.

“I am right here with you. Take a deep breath.” You looked into his eyes that almost sparkled, illuminated by the porch lights. He breathed deeply in sync with you, calming you down.

“Ready?” You squared your shoulders and sucked in a quick breath.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Both Jared and Gen welcomed you with big smiles on their faces. “Y/N, hi, you look gorgeous! Tom, so glad you could make it, too!” Gen offered both of you flutes of champagne.

“Thank you, sweetheart, you do, too. We’re glad to be here, Gen!” You smiled back at them, but Jared eyed you with suspicion.

“Well, I couldn’t help but to come when I've heard such stellar things about your parties.” Both men greeted each other with a quick pat on their shoulders. Gen blushed deeply at the compliment and pulled both of you into the house. Jared hanged a little back.

“Y/N.” He called after you when you started to walk into the house. “Go on, I’ll be right behind you.” You smiled at Tom and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

“As you say, dear.” He turned to follow Gen to the kitchen.

Feeling Jared’s eyes on you, you started to anxiously fiddle with your clutch. “Y/N, how are you?” He knew exactly what buttons to push to get you talking. But you didn’t want to make him worry, not more than he already is all the time.

“I’m okay.” You kept your eyes down because you knew he’d see right through you.

“Are you really? It’s about seeing Jensen again, right? You know…” he lowered his voice just a little. “He’s not doing very well. He was nervous about seeing you, too.”

Involuntary scoff slipped past your lips. “Well, as I said, I am doing okay, couldn't care less of him.” You snapped a little too harshly and apologized immediately. “I’m sorry. I just... I don’t really want to talk about him today.”

You turned around and almost bumped into Jensen. “Sorry!” You smiled at him quickly, brushing off the fact that he probably heard your and Jared's conversation. “Hi, Y/N! You- you look beautiful.” You saw hesitation in his eyes. “Can we please talk for a second? I really need to-”

“Sorry, Tom's waiting for me.” You pointed behind him towards the room where Tom was making small talk to other guests. The truth was, you just didn't have anything to say to him. Not something nice anyways. Jensen didn't push for more, just nodded sadly and walked past you. “Right. Okay then. See you later.”

You took a deep grounding breath and plastered a smile on your face when you joined Tom and other quests. You tried to blend into the conversation, but couldn't really pay attention to them. Tom saw you zoning out, and pulled you aside and guided you out to the garden.

“Hey, is everything alright?” He waited patiently. You moved closer to him, silently asking for him to hug you. He wrapped his arms around your small frame and you closed your eyes, enjoying his body heat that was now surrounding you.

Finally you managed to speak. “I ran into Jensen just now. He wanted to talk.” Your voice was quivering a bit. You wanted to think it was from cold, but you knew inside that it was not.

“And?”

“And what?” You were confused.

“Did you talk to him?”

“No.”

“Are you going to talk to him?”

Your eyes focused on the vapor from your breaths floating around you, almost if the answer to his question was to be found there.

“No.” Your heart felt heavy, saying it out loud. He pulled you in thighter.

“But maybe you should?” He asked cautiously. You weren't expecting his reaction to be…that.

“What? You really think so?” You looked up at him surprised.

“Hear me out, dear. Just listen to what he wants to say. I know that it might be hard, but maybe it will be good for you, too?”

You were thinking hard at what he said. Maybe it would be good for you. But you're not going to look for him. If he wants to try to talk again, you'd listen, but that's it.

“Ugh, I hate it when you're right.” You smiled through the quick kiss you pressed on his lips.

You and Tom went back inside the house and Jared immediately pulled him along to play charades they had going on. He was a little bit hesitant at first, but quickly let it go. You settled on the couch in the corner to relax and cheer him on from the sidelines.

While you were quietly sipping your champagne, you saw Jensen approaching again. Now that you got a good look at him, you saw that he really did not look very well. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for permission to sit down.

You looked at Tom, who gave you a quick encouraging wink, and then you turned to Jensen again. “You can sit down, I'm not gonna bite you, you know.”

“Can we maybe go somewhere more private?” You really were not looking forward to this talk, but decided it would be best to try and be open-minded.

“Alright, we can go outside. I'll be right there.” You put on your jacket and walked out to the outside seating area.

Jensen was sitting down already on a garden bench, and clearly hoped you'd join him there, but you decided to give yourself some distance and sat down on a chair a bit farther.

“Y/N, I am so fucking sorry about everything.” He stared into your eyes and you didn't turn away your gaze either. “I- I love you, and I miss you so much, sweetheart. I have now realized what a huge fucking mistake I've made.” You cringed internally at his nickname he'd given to you when you were still together.

“Is there any way possible that you still feel the same? That we might still have a chance?” His voice was quiet, broken.

You stared at him in disbelief and felt yourself almost burst from frustration. “Are you serious?” You kept your voice at a quiet tone and you knew he must've heard it the wrong way, when he looked at you hopefully. And you knew you were going to crash it. Did he deserve it? Maybe, maybe not. Tears started to prickle in your eyes.

“Where do you get the audacity to come here and tell me that you miss me? Tell me that you still love me? It has been over a year, Jensen.” You breathed in and out deeply through your nose, to keep your tears at bay.  “Where were you, when I left you countless messages, wondering, where you are, when you were just blatantly ignoring me? Oh, right....” His eyes fell down to the ground.

You went and sat next to him, waiting for him to look up. But he didn't. “Look at me.” You begged him and he finally did. “Where were you 8 months ago, when I still hoped for you to call to say that you've made a mistake? Where were you then, when I was still waiting every day for you to come back to me?” Jensen turned away again.

“I didn't know tha-'' you cut in before he could finish his sentence.

“You didn't know what? That I still loved you, even after you broke my heart? You knew that I did, I even told you that then.” You couldn't control your trembling voice.

“You could've called..”

“Oh, please, I have more self-respect than to go beg for someone to take me back after I've been dumped.”

He looked at you, brows knitted together. “That's not what I meant, you know that.”

You stood up from the bench and looked down at him. “Doesn’t really matter anymore. You're a year too late to come here to talk to me. I have finally moved on and I’m actually happy. As I said then - I want the best for you, but you can honestly now go screw yourself for even thinking that I’d take you back.”

You turned to leave, not waiting for his answer, and saw that Tom was waiting for you by the door.

“Ugghh..” you groaned loudly, letting him clearly know, how the conversation with Jensen went. “You probably heard everything, right?” you looked up at him.

“I wasn't eavesdropping, if that's what you mean,” he kissed your temple. “But yeah, I caught the last bit. You okay?”

You let out a deep sigh. “Not right now, but I will be, I guess.” He held you still in his embrace.

“Do you want to leave? I'm sure Jared and Gen would understand.”

“No, that would look.. I don't know…cowardly. I'm not afraid of being here with him. I just wish…” you stopped to think what to say, and finally sighed. “-I didn't have to see him tonight.”

You heard heavy stomps in the snow behind you, and a second later, Jensen walked into the room without another word. Tom didn't even have to say anything, you already knew exactly what he was thinking. “Were you too hard on him?” Like it mattered now.

You smiled at him, but it didn't reach your eyes. “He'll get over it. I did.”

You let go of him and took his hand into yours. “Let's take a little walk, before we go back.”

You were walking in silence around the snow covered garden, occasionally throwing a look up at the starry night sky.

You knew you weren't lying to Jensen. You really were happy again. You stopped so suddenly that Tom almost slipped when he continued walking. You pulled him back, and put your arms around his neck, gently pushing your fingers through his hair. With your eyes closed, you kissed him sweetly before whispering close to his lips: “Thank you.”

“For what?” He smiled down at you.

“For everything. I love you.”

Finally you could say for sure that Jensen and everything he did was put behind you, and you could look forward to your future with Tom.

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[sunglassesmish]

I don't have Twitter and I'm painfully out of touch with the Tumblr tags. Would it be okay to ask what's going on? I've kind of gathered that someone who dislikes Destiel made some comments about Misha and is just getting clowned about it?

(Also, I'm meeting Jensen and Misha for the first time ever at Liverpool in less than 30 days. I'm so excited and nervous!)

here’s the statement from the artist that explains the whole thing way better than i could, because it happened to them.

but the thing with misha is that daniela the con organiser for jib said this:

and then replied to a bunch of people who were, in my opinion, rightfully annoyed about this. she said things like this:

plus she liked a tweet that explicitly stated that misha is not one of the leads of supernatural (obviously he is, you’d be dumb to think that a guy who was there for 12 years of a 15 year show isn’t a lead)

and then today she posted a video of misha playing the piano at the last jib he was at, where on the video it said ‘things that only happen at jib’. as if she didn’t publicly say she’s not bringing him back but uses him to promote her event 😐

#anon #ask #YOU’RE GOING TO LIVERPOOL?!!!!! #I’M SO GLAD #it’s gonna be so much fun

[sapphyreopal5]

thank you for answering, no I didn't see that post thanks for recommending it to me I'll check it out.

I don't know what an aa is but I am a Jensen fan who likes jared but hate his fans because of their double standards and because they have only one job in this world, to twist every thing Jensen does and make it look wrong and malicious.

like tge person in the comments, they are the most hateful person anyone has ever seen and on top of that they are so dumb they can't understand anything and just go off on people like an attack dog.

i know Oscars are for movie you looney, it's a metaphor for how he thought walker was going to be the next best thing.

and when that didn't work he started to go back to sing about spn and the repot.

he's an actor, his livelihood is working and making money for his family and future, it's not wrong, but when Jensen thinks about his family and future and money, suddenly he's greedy basterd.

like the winchesters for example, so what if he did for money?

what's wrong with that?

the pads are selling their kids and dogs and their own anniversaries and birthdays are ads for money (nothing wrong with that)

but the double standards are overwhelming.

btw Jensen not telling jared about the prequel was not wrong he's entitled to do his business as he sees fit, that tantrum on the other hand was just embarrassing.

and that's why you all hate Jensen, because he did something for himself and his wife and didn't include jared and therefore made jared embarrass himself.

Anyway thank you for replying to me you are too generous, most of my ask was to reply to the comment who decided to insult me on someone else's post like the entitled loser they are.

Hello Anon thanks for coming back with some clarifications on things. I did feel like you were attacking my blog for a second, so I apologize if I came across rude. I'm open to any discussion criticizing my stuff if I'm in the wrong and the conversation is civil. I enjoy a debate every so often but I don't care for arguments that turn personal if that makes sense. I don't "stan" any of the actors or their significant others just because. I have my criticisms of everyone and my praises for at least some of them ha ha. No one escapes criticism from me overall, but I also can see at least some positives in a lot of people. I actually don't hate Jensen even if some of my more recent posts seem to make it seem so. I withhold alot of things I feel, believe, etc. from my blog for my own reasons but have discussed more with some people in PMs.

As far as TW goes, I have reasons to believe Jared knew SOMETHING was possibly in the works with TW but not a whole lot of details. I think it's fair he felt excluded from it. I can say that from a spirutual. divine blueprints point of view, things played out this way for a reason and it was for Jared's benefit not his detriment. Therefore, I don't chime in to the ongoing debate of who is right or wrong in this respect. As for the other stuff you said in the list ask about the Pads' marriage and the other things, I am open to a PM provided things are civil (which I will say the first ask did not come across as). I get what you mean about double standards however. I'm not one of those people that you can easily put in a box ;)

#spn family #anon answered #thanks for coming back and clarifying things

[jarpadswalker]

this Jared against the world thing doesn't work.

look, if one or two people were being assholes towards Jared then sure, they're the assholes.

but if the entire world is being an asshole towards Jared, then he is the asshole, he is the problem, he is the one who did something wrong and needs to change, not the rest of the world.

that's how reality works, the world doesn't revolve arround Jared, or you, or your view of things.

you need to learn that. nobody cares about your problems, the world is hostile and life is hard, and you only have control over yourself and your own actions, nothing else.

the same aplies to Jared, and he's old enough to have learned this, so don't suffer on his behalf.

Awww, wee little baby thinks SPN is the entire world... This might come as a shocker, but there is a real world outside SPN. All you have to do is step out of your mum's basement.

In fact, I know just like your fave, you are lazy and can't read too many words. So, I will repeat, The only people who were assholes were Jensen and Co, which includes asshole fans like you. And your assholenness is up on the internet for everyone to see, so there is no hiding.

Where as Jared is concern, almost everyone speaks highly of him and it is not just tongue service. There is proof in the pudding. Jared is not the only one who the studio chose as a lead, even before the end of the existing show. Jared is the only one for whom two networks actually had a bid war. Jared's is the one who is still in touch with his previous cast mates, and they love him. They talk about him unprompted, and none of them are leeches who are sucking up to Jared. They all are great at what they do, so when they speak of Jared unprompted, we know it comes from a genuine place of admiration. Jared is the one who is not only appreciated by his cast and crew but also by his fans and the organisation's he is associated with.

Unlike you shallow assholes who care about nothing but looks (if I think about you are not to be blame coz that is only what Jensen got to offer right now) Jared fans care about him as a person and admire his craft. He has proved to be a great leader in not one but two productions. Although the series is on halt. He is still in touch and loved by the cast members. He doesn't have to talk of projects he almost got, nor he hype self up by saying how good he looks. He is comfortable in his skin, sadly, same can't be said for Jensen.

So no asshole the entire "world" isn't being asshole towards Jared. It is only you guys along with your fave & Co. And I pity you for thinking that the world is limited to SPN and Jensen.

Also, stop projecting your insecurities over me. Unlike you, i dont treat social media as a grief counselor, nor do i live on SM. Start learning about real life before you suggest others to "take control of your own actions." Dumb asses like you are in no position to advise others about life...

#oohh look AA got triggered #Dumbass thinks SPN is entire world #anti Jensen #anti jared hate #anti jared padalecki hate #anti AAs #anti hellers

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC REVIEW: A Fate Inked in Blood by Danielle L. Jensen

4.5/5. Releases 2/27/24.

Heat Index: 6.5/10.

Vibes: vIKINGS!!!!, slutty guy/serious girl, "oops I'm married to your dad", and legitimately intense battle and magic stuff that actually works and puts people in those heartrending situations where it's all "STAY ALIVE!!!!! I WILL FIND YOU!!!!!!!!!" as it should in a FANTASY ROMANCE

Married to a man she hates and hiding the fact that she's the child of a minor goddess (children of gods are a Thing in this world) Freya lives a life of drudgery. Until, that is, her secret is revealed to all and Jarl Snorri declares that she's a prophesied shieldmaiden, meant to clinch him the kingdom he's always wanted. As such, she must marry him--kind of an issue, as she is very, very attracted to Snorri's son Bjorn. Another issue: Bjorn has been bound to Freya as her protector. On top of everything, Freya's goddess-given abilities are obscure but dangerous, leading her to wonder if her fate is less that of a protector than that of a monster...

OOOOH WE'VE GOT SOMETHING HERE. I've read Danielle L. Jensen before, way back in the day with her Malediction books--but those were YA (albeit, pretty hot YA) and I really don't read YA anymore. However, I do like Viking Shit, and I especially liked the idea of a romance between a Viking lady and her husband's SON, which was something I always wanted to happen on Vikings. So I picked it up.

And dude. It sucked me right in. I am, as I will get into more below, kind of a hard sell on fantasy romance--when it works, I am HOOKED but when it doesn't I am quickly turned off. This is the former. I was so drawn to Freya, a heroine who does have Chosen One aspects, but is also very human and just trying to make it work, one battle at a time. (Also? She's not instantly gREAT at fighting, how refreshing.) And I absolutely fell head over heels dumb girl for our hero Bjorn, who I expected to be a stoic silent warrior type. NO. He's so much better. He's like, an amazing warrior--but is also so funny and super slutty and just a BRO. I love him. Protect him.

The fantasy plot is compelling and doesn't get so in love with itself that it's impossible to follow. It's really good! I'm excited by this! Can't wait for the next! (What a relief, God.)

Quick Takes:

Here's my issue with fantasy romance (or romantasy, though I'll point out that this series is billed as "fantasy romance" on Netgalley, and that is so HOT to me): often, though the name implies that it's a subgenre of romance with a heavy fantasy bent... It's basically fantasy (well-done or not) with a romance subplot tucked in. The character work is shoddy, the tension is nil, and you can tell that the author is just trying to horn in on the romance audience. Not so, here. 

First off, I think Jensen was really smart to create a fantasy world that is very "Vikings But Fantasy". It's not poorly drawn. You can tell that she's really into the Norse vibe, and I will say that I am biased because as someone who has somehow been watching the Vikings franchise since its inception (pray for me) I'm fairly familiar with it on that level. But the way she weaves the fantasy elements, most distinctly the idea of these empowered children of gods (who are basically made when their mortal parents HAVE THREESOMES WITH GODS??? Amazing. Just imagine having these superpowers and knowing that it's because your parents took some dude home from the bar one night and he turned out to be Thor.) into the story is really natural.

Secondly... There is a really compelling plot, yes. I am really into the duality of Freya, don't get me wrong. I really like the royal intrigue. All the WIFE DRAMA. It's My Brand. But the real heart of this story, very openly and honestly and presented without any self-consciousness, is Freya and Bjorn. And I think Jensen just lays it all out there the moment she introduces the brilliant plot device of "Bjorn's Dad, Who Freya Is Technically Married To, Wants Bjorn To Follow Freya Around And Make Sure She Doesn't Get Into Danger". Oh, so he's supposed to protect her as she hurtles into adventure and fights Viking zombies and shit? HOW CONVENIENT. Throughout the story, their immediate physical attraction melts into this emotional slow burn... and I am also a hard sell on a slow burn, so thank you for doing it right, Danielle. The book is single POV (Freya's, though I wouldn't mind Bjorn's in a future installment) but you can just tell that Bjorn is so mad that he's this into a woman who is technically his stepmother. Like, he can have anyone! But he wants HER. But he can't have her! 

Picture me gobbling this up like a raccoon in a trash can.

--Speaking of! If you're all "ew, I hate that Freya is married to his dad"--no spoilers, but this is dealt with in a way that I think both avoids the ick that some readers (to be clear: not me, I am very resistant to ick) may feel over that setup, and avoids a copout. 

At the same time... First off, Bjorn doesn't fully know that the ick has been avoided, and to be frank, I don't think Bjorn really cares about a little ick. But he does have like, you know, the "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME" vibe for a while, and it is delicious. All very illicitaffairs.mp3.

--I also really loved that there is no mistake about Freya being a GROWN WOMAN. I strongly, strongly object to shelving this as New Adult, because regardless of her age, Freya (and honestly Bjorn as well) has been through a lot. She's literally married when we open this novel. She gets a second husband. She is not a virgin; her marriage was not chaste; it sucked. (To be clear: you don't get a lot of insight into Freya's first marriage beyond "it sucked" because it's dealt with pretty quickly. You don't see any sexual assault on the page in this book, and I don't know that Freya would see it that way? It's alluded to as "lie back and think of England" bad, gross sex, which I think suggests assault, but there is not any explicit violence, sexual or otherwise, depicted in either of her marriages.) She is JADED. She has never had a man like, take care of her.

And then she gets linked up with local dude who's snarking at her horrible husband about how he must not go down on her enough, and she's all "WHAT'S THAT MEAN :/". I really, really enjoy a pairing that involves a tough woman who's never been properly taken care of and a man who's like "I am DESPERATE to take care of you". Freya deserves!

--Another good choice: often, in fantasy romance (or at least in fantasy romance of yore; I feel like there has been a recent push to correct this, at least somewhat) the heroine is hypercompetent. She's smart, she's a good fighter, she's a femme fatale, she's the seventeen-year-old master assassin...

Freya is... a person. She does want to fight, and she is--not surprisingly, as she does come from a culture in which women do fight--not incapable of holding her own. Somewhat. But as soon as she's up against a master warrior like Bjorn, she's kind of not great, Bob, and even with the benefit of her goddess-given abilities, she still has a lot to learn. It's giving "Book One Aang", and I'm good with that. I'm actually much happier with her giving Book One Aang as a twenty-something woman because like? Give us hope, Freya.

She also doesn't have all the answers. Frankly, Freya doesn't have 80% of the answers, and she shouldn't, because she's new to this. She's new to the magic stuff (though she knew she had it, which I did like--she's not an Alina Starkov-level "WHAAAT" about it) and she's new to the court intrigue, and frankly she's new to Hot Dudes. Speaking of, she does spend a decent amount of brain time going "STOP! STOP, SELF! DO NOT LOOK! DO NOT TOUCH!" Which, frankly, I loved. I feel like that's the kind of behavior people are going to be annoying about because people are dying, but like. This woman just spent years surrounded by Village 2's and suddenly she's being swung around and guarded by a very flirtatious Royal 12. Give her a break. I would be much worse. 

And she doesn't know what the hell she's doing with this man. She knows the mechanics, but she doesn't know the FINESSE. Speaking of...

The Sex:

The reason why I'm between a 6 and a 7 on this (and that's not quality, that's literally just how hot the book is re: sex acts) is that the story is a slow burn. Everything sexy happens in the back half, and you don't get to the full shebang until pretty late in the game. It's ABOUT THE YEARNING.

However, I think this was a good choice, and when we do get those scenes they are super hot (and explicit, though not like Sierra Simone explicit to be clear) and passionate and you definitely get the sense that it's this giant deal for these two. I was quite touched. I was like "awww" but also "oh" which is where I want to be when a story builds to two people hooking up for that long.

And Jensen fully takes advantage of the "Vikings" component and does have some "under the sleeping furs with 76 people sleeping in the near vicinity but we just need to get this done" action here. Which. Brava.

I'll be honest--I was worried about this, as I feel like I've been let down by a great fantasy romance in the past. I, much like several people in this novel, have been burned before. Not so here. I'm fully on board. I loved where we left off, and I cannot wait to see where those two crazy kids go next. Hopefully, like. To Vikings divorce court. So she can end that marriage to his dad.

Thanks to Netgalley and Del Rey for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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#romance novel blogging #romance novels #arc reviews #netgalley #book reviews #book recs #books

[laf-outloud]

https://incarnateirony.tumblr.com/post/739967001000378368/

This is how stupid goob is, and how dumb his followers are to believe him:

Anonymous asked: You say Jared is “blacklisted” but he’s literally being promoted by multiple media sites for his appearance at The Statesman in ATX…..Jared’s just out there living his best life, aren’t the lies and weird need to tear down him getting old by now? Goob: Hey look, idiots that don’t understand things like complete sentences, qualifying adjectives, subject specifics and industry operations! Why, yes. studios can in fact pay this company to make them market, plug, or reference people, even if they don’t like them. That’s literally how it fucking works. It’s not complicated Karen. That doesn’t stop them from blacklisting him from their events, which I clarified very specifically.

Goob is now claiming that Jared is both blacklisted AND studios and companies are also paying to promote him even though they hate him! The power. To be sooo important that people will pay to promote him even though that is going against his totally "real" blacklisting!

Just say you do not know what blacklisting and leave it at that, because goob is just proving that to be true everytime they make a new post.

I knew, as soon as we hit this period where Jensen's out of a job and Jared's actively working that the haters would redouble their efforts to try and discredit Jared. But, it never works because one, they're so incredibly terrible at it, and two, none of it's actually true.

But, I do pay attention to Goob in one regard. I always know that whatever he claims, the opposite will happen. So, based on previous experience, I can predict that multiple media organizations will continue to promote Jared (of their own free will), and instead of being blacklisted, Jared's on the waitlist for studios/productions to snatch him up as soon as he's available.

#ask box #anti goob #conman goob #idiot goob #anti jared haters

[heymrstargazer]

when your rival-turned-boyfriend gives you his stupid leather jacket with his stupid biker gangs logo on it after you take a stupid walk on the beach together and he holds your stupid hand the whole time>>>>

#the fic is coming along nicely thanks for asking #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #neil josten #jensen says dumb things

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Broken Fan - Chapter 1

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: Growing up was never easy for me, but finally I may have found some light in my very dark world.

Warnings: Mentions of death, parents death, mentions of abuse, homelessness, anxiety, ect

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Do you ever feel like if you disappeared today, nobody would notice? The world wouldn't stop, your disappearance wouldn't be plastered on milk cartons or across news channels, nobody would even know or care. That was my life. Nobody knew me, or cared for me. Nobody noticed me, not really. I was a ghost, an invisible presence left alone, all alone.

My parents died when I was a baby, I was too young to remember who they were or what happened really. I know what my Aunt told me, they wanted a night to themselves, so she babysat me. Around 4 in the morning she received a phone call saying that they passed away, asleep in their beds when the fire took their lives.

I don't even remember having parents, I have photographs of us together, but their faces are unknown to me. I didn't know them, I didn't get the chance.

After the fire, I stayed with my Aunt. Things were weird there. She'd look at me with such heartbreak and disgust and I had no idea why. I was just a kid, what did I do?

But I must have done something wrong, because when I turned 6 she told me she couldn't take care of me anymore, and the next morning two kind people packed me in their car and drove me away. I never saw my Aunt again.

My first foster home was alright, I was happy for a little bit. There were a lot of kids in the house, various ages, both sexes. I didn't like the kids too much. They were loud and annoying, and hyper. They always wanted to play stupid games like hide and seek, or tag. I didn't want to play dumb games, I wanted something real. I wanted to connect, to have somebody next to me.

And eventually, I did.

Henry, my foster dad, was always there for me. He actually cared about me, noticed me, heard me. He would spend hours at night reading me fairy tales until I fell asleep, and during the day he'd teach me things like how to ride a bike or read.

I had an actual connection with him, he was the closest thing to a father I ever had, and I loved him more than anybody. I thought I finally had somebody permeant in my life, but I was wrong.

My foster mom Sandy didn't like me. She hated the fact that her husband had his attention on me, and she thought it was strange for a six year old to bond with an older man rather than the children all around me. She said it wasn't healthy.

So he was taken away from me. After many tears shed and heartbreaking hugs, I said goodbye to the only person who's ever seen me for me, and moved to a new foster home.

The new home was horrible. The parents weren't friendly, and I was the only child in their care. I was forced to follow their schedule which consisted of three boring things, every day.

Cleaning, school, homework, food, bed. No reading fairy tales, no riding my bike, no playing with toys.

I hated it there. I felt so alone, so invisible. So I left. I ran away thinking I'd be better off somewhere else. But as a 7 year old girl, I didn't get very far and as soon as I returned, things got bad.

At first, it was the belt. My foster dad would smack my arms hard, than my legs, sometimes my face if I was a bad enough kid. If I cried or continued to disobey, the belt was replaced with his palms. This happened for years, non stop torture.

I didn't stop trying to run away, every few months I'd take off, praying that nobody would find me, they'd leave me alone but everytime I was brought back and beaten worse.

Finally, the parent's gave up on me and I went to another home. But I was so angry, so filled with anxiety and rage that I drove away anybody who could possibly care for me.

By the time I was 18, I had been in 13 Foster homes. My last one wasn't too bad, but I didn't talk, I barely ate, I didn't connect. I didn't want another Henry situation. I didn't want to care about others because I knew they'd leave me.

And I was right.

On my 18th Birthday, my present was a knock at my door from my parents telling me I've aged out and I need to leave. I received a check to get me started, a bag of food, and a cell phone, than I was left alone.

The money wasn't much, definetly not enough to get an apartment so I decided to get a car instead. I ended up using all my money to buy a crappy little Honda Civic and I've called it my home ever since.

Sleeping in my car wasn't half bad, I had my own space, I didn't need to listen to anybody or share it with anybody, it was all mine.

One night I parked beside a motel that had free Wifi, and I was bored so I decided to find something to watch, I never really watched TV or movies, but tonight I wanted to.

The first show I found was something called Supernatural, and for some reason I felt a connection, like something was telling me to watch it.

God, am I happy that I did.

The show felt like home, it gave me something to look forward to, something to provide me comfort on the hardest of days. I felt connected, like I knew the characters and I was living their life.

And one of the characters, Dean.. He awoke something inside of me that I never knew was there. He made me feel like I wasn't crazy, that life was hard but I needed to keep going.

The more I watched, the more I started to feel like I belonged somewhere. The show pulled me out of the darkness slowly, convincing me that life was better if I was here to live it. It gave me hope. It allowed me to breathe again.

Today is my 25th birthday, and I was celebrating like I always did, drinking beer in my car and listening to music while mindlessly scrolling through a page for Supernatural fans.

I froze when I glanced about an article about Supernatural's newest convention, which happened to be a few hours from where I lived. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about going, people like me don't go to shows or events like this, but I needed this. I really needed it.

I checked my bank account and nearly leaped with joy when I realized I had enough for a ticket, living in my car finally payed off.

Without hesitation, I bought a ticket for the convention and for the first time, I felt excited. I felt hope beaming inside of me. I could finally be surrounded with people with similar interests, and feel normal for once. Hopefully.

The next morning, I walked into the office building I worked at, and made my boss Brad a coffee, like he always expected. Knocking on his door, I took a deep breath before entering, walking towards his marble desk and placing the coffee on the table.

He nodded before taking the cup in his hand and sipping it, like he always did. His eyes flickered up towards me when he noticed I haven't left yet.

"Do you need something?" He asked.

I swallowed hard and stepped closer to the desk, "I just wanted to ask you something if you had a moment."

He nodded for me to go on and I shook off the anxiety nearly suffocating me. Confidence, I need to have confidence.

"I was wondering if I could take a week off starting Friday evening, there's somewhere I need to go out of town."

He stared back at me, the silence was suffocating, the tension high. He shook his head and looked back down to the papers scattered across his desk.

"No, sorry that won't work."

It felt like a punch to my gut, I haven't taken one day off, I constantly worked overtime, I did everything and anything for this ass, and I can't take some time off?

I swallowed down the nerves and sat in the chair in front of his desk, noting the way he stared at me confused. "Sir, all due respect I have been working non stop for the past 7 months and I have never asked for a day off, I've never taken a sick day and I always have my work done, all I need is-"

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand was raised, eyes locked on mine. "I said no Y/N, is that all?"

I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I stood from my spot, making my way towards the door. Anger was bubbling through my system and I felt like I couldn't breath.

I turned quickly and sighed, "Actually, there's one more thing."

He scoffed and looked up towards me, awaiting my response. I swallowed hard and frowned, "I am not going to be back tomorrow, I quit."

His mouth dropped open and he stared back in shock, but I didn't stay long to hear whatever response he was going to throw at me. I rushed as fast as I could out of the building back to my car. I slammed the door as the tears rushed down my face.

What did I do? Why did I quit my job for a convention? What the hell was so special about this damn show.

I finally let go of all the feelings I was holding onto, bursting into sobs of pain and frustration. Life was harsh and unforgiving, every moment of hope was washed away.

The only thing I had left was the convention, and even than I was clearly going to be the outcast, the weird girl who looks like she's never showered or slept a day in her life.

Maybe it would be okay. Maybe things would be different here, the fans seem nice enough online, why wouldn't they be in person?

And if Dean Winchester was still inside Jensen, I knew he wouldn't look at me like I was garbage, if he ever even noticed me.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 2 coming soon stay tuned!

Like, comment, and reblog, feedback is my fuel 💕

#supernatural one shot #jensenxyou #spn fic #jensen x reader #dean x reader #jensen's smile #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean

[sailorsally]

Hi, I'm very new to the Fandom and I'm wondering why there is so much hate for Jared? And people will censor his name? What did he do? (Because I am 1000% sure he must have done something)

Hi and welcome 🤗

I do not keep tabs on Jared bc a) I have 0 interest in him & b) its better this way because he consistently does some pretty dumb shit.

The main reason for my personal beef w him is that he always says dumb homophobic shit whenever a destiel question comes up and won't let jensen answer when its a question for him and not for Jared.

But I feel like this is pretty harmless in comparison to other things like him having a pro gun tattoo (I think?). Or always acting like he is the victim. Or railing up his bully fans on sm.

I was pretty much alright ignoring him prior to his et tut brute meltdown on then twitter where he lost it about learning Jensen had been developing the Winchesters tv show from a news article. How dare Jensen not tell him in person etc etc. Then he proceeded to block his castmate and self-proclaimed bestie of 15+ years AND Robbie Tompson who was attached to the new show as a writer.

Oh and of course the way he behaved on the set, actively endangering cast and crew, festroying props, not caring about other people's labor etc is to me pretty loud re what type of person he is and I just don't vibe with that.

In short, he is a big man child who always makes everything about himself and is disrespectful to others but at the same time constantly plays a victim & I personally have no time for those.

#ask sally

[chaos0pikachu]

Hi chaos,

I don't know if you've heard of the Ohm-Nanon fans going to Nanon's concert wearing Ohm masks but it happened? (I don't know how to end that sentence.) (Sorry, English isn't my first language.)

You have written about parasocial relationships so I wanted to ask why are people still involved in Ohm-Nanon? Bad Buddy ended so long ago and they are still doing all this. What makes Ohm-Nanon so special? We haven't see such huge bad behaviour from other pair brands.

Please never ever apologize for how you sound in English which is a dumb broken language anyway lol fr you're English is great

anyways um, what in the fucking purge?? lmao sorry the masks thing is just taking me out I'm imagining it and the image in my head is giving kdrama to the max with the discord music and everything lmaoooo

I had not heard of that b/c I don't follow actors like that at all this is very much Brand New Information.gif for me whew wow

Soft disclaimer here I am not an expert behavioral science or anything related so like, anything I say in regards to this is based only on what I've read, can link to from experts in the field, and speculation.

I don't think OhmNanon are necessarily "special" tbh like this behavior is extreme but I wouldn't call it "new".

In western fandom you had or still have fans behaving like this we just call them "tinhats".

Like, take Larries for instance, Louis just spoke about it in an interview that nothing he can say will deter the conspiracies theorists so he's kinda stuck. This article from VOX is old (2016) but it features a pretty clear cut timeline of the theories, and obsession tinhats have with Larry. Even before Larry there was J2 (Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki from Supernatural):

I want to note that One Direction stopped being an active band in 2016, almost 8 years ago. And neither Harry nor Louis have been spotted like, hanging out~~ in public for almost that entire time. Meanwhile Jared and Jensen have been been married to their wives since 2010, almost 15 years.

To play fair, Caitríona Mary Balfe (best known for Outlander) is also at the root of a tinhat conspiracy with her costar Sam Heughan. Caitriona has been married since 2019.

Western fandom likes to pretend this environment of fan entitlement, and obsessing over costars relationships is an East Asian entertainment only thing. I thoroughly disagree, and I'm sure the people involved in these various tinhat conspiracies, many who have been thoroughly and ruthlessly harassed along with their spouses, family, friends, and anyone else caught in the crossfire would also disagree.

For me the only arguable difference between like MewGulf and Larry is MewGulf played up skinship as a means of capital and for work, while Louis and Harry were just two dudes in a band.

[I even watched the old school MewGulf videos of them during Peak Fanservice Era and I gotta say it's all so obviously hilarious fake and played up I would have never taken them seriously as a true blue couple. They reminded me more of Adam Lambert making out with his bassist during his FYE tour (Tommy, who from what I remember is straight but idk 100%) for the fun and rock n roll of it all.]

I'm getting off track, I don't think OhmNanon are "special" by-the-by because I've seen this entitled and obsessive behavior with other tinhat ships. The length of time doesn't really matter, what matters is sunk cost fallacy:

"the phenomenon whereby a person is reluctant to abandon a strategy or course of action because they have invested heavily in it, even when it is clear that abandonment would be more beneficial."

Fans have invested time, love, and literal money into Ohm and Nanon, therefore giving them up - and thus giving up the "community" they've build with other Ohm and Nanon fans - is unthinkable and painful.

Combine that with general fan entitlement towards public figures, the para-sociality of believe you, individually, know what's "best" for this person - aka this STRANGER - and there's a belief that you can change or force an outcome that suits your needs and wants.

There's a lot of dehumanization involved in fan entitlement, ppl stop viewing public figures - especially actors and musicians - as products rather than people. And with a product if you leave a bad review, and enough bad reviews the company will fix and change the product.

But people aren't products, and you can't force them to do what you want or be who you want them to be just because it upsets YOU individually.

So at the end of the day, what's gonna happen with Ohm and Nanon? Well, they'll probably just keeping doing what they do. Filming their individual shows, maybe one of them will do another BL - I think Ohm already has one in the works? - and try to move on with their lives. They're coworkers and from what I've seen seem fine being coworkers. I'm not interested in speculating what their relationship is, or was, publicly, they've said they're fine with each other so I'm very es lo que es about it.

For fans, well they're probably slowly taper off eventually with only a core group of "true believers" or whatever like some MewGulf, BrightWin and others have. As fans I think the only thing we can do is discourage the behavior, and be empathetic towards the people being harassed.

Now I'm gonna leave you with my favorite debunk of a tinhat post:

#tinhats #chaos pikachu speaks

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

I finally got to watch the full Vancon22 panel-- but why did no one tell me that the whole "threesome" joke was fucking STARTED by Jensen???

Misha, from backstage, asked the question about Jensen and Danneel watching "Misha Collins" videos together at night (also-- why "at night"? What do you know that we don't, Mish?) but when he finally came out to join Jensen, he dropped the bit. He didn't keep asking Jensen about it-- he went on to joke about other things, like how big the crowd was, and then turned to the next con-goer so she could continue asking her question.

But it was JENSEN ROSS FUCKING ACKLES who was like "Wait, Misha ... do you want me to answer your "horrible" question?" and even Misha was kinda like "What? What questi-- oh, uh yeah sure." So then Jensen enthusiastically started talking about the watch-party he and Danneel had, and he IMMEDIATELY turned it into a "joke" (yeah right) about him and Danneel inviting Misha into their "zoom ... not room, zoom!" and then he said that they had a "threeway ... call!" -- all the while, playing dumb when someone in the crowd goes "You're doing this on purpose!"

And he only stopped the whole threeway "bit" because Norton chimed in from behind them to ask "Who finished first?" ... to which Misha responded: "That doesn't work" ... however, that makes me wonder what Misha meant by that, because Norton's comment certainly does work for the joke ... so why did Misha say that? What did he mean ... that someone "finishing first" makes a threeway not work? We all know he has experience in that area ... but judging by how much both he and Jensen blushed when Norton said it, is there even more experience under both their belts that we don't know about?

Belts that they removed from one another ...

During a threeway ...

With Danneel?

I mean, jeebus fucking christ! How can anyone say Jensen is "uncomfortable" with this kind of shit when he fucking starts it! He's the one who keeps it going even when the crowd is rolling their eyes! And then brings it up again and again! So much so that even the band members have something to add to the conversation?!

He's not uncomfortable .... he fucking enjoys it, and he certainly has a lot to say on the subject.

He's up there teaching a fucking master-class in innuendo, and every good innuendo comes from experience ... and Jensen Ross Dirty Old Man Ackles seems to have a fair amount of experience on the subject of threeways ... experience that both he and Misha seem to share.

#Cockles #JMD #Jensen Ackles #Misha Collins #Vancon22 #spn #They're so fucking blatant