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[barkovsasha]

#spit. scf - game three - 6.13.24

[melancholymetropolis]

Still Not A Player

Pairing: Athlete!Gojo Satoru x PlusSize! Reader

Summary: The reader is tasked to find Gojo after he skips Volleyball practice. One thing leads to another, and Y/N takes a nap at his apartment.

Contains SMUT. Fluff. Lots of playful banter between two frenemies. Gojo is down BAD. (minor grammar mistakes)

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Nanami's version

Word count: 4700

“Y/N!!!! What brings you here?” He said with a wide smile, once he finally opened the door.

“You’re supposed to be at practice, Gojo,” I replied with a bored expression.

“Oh, shit,” the volleyball player mumbled to himself.

“Mhm,” I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Coach is gonna kill me,” Gojo said as he slumped against the door frame.

“Not before me,” I countered with a yawn hanging from my lips.

“Y/N!” Gojo playfully placed a hand over his heart. “What did I do to deserve this hostility?”

I removed my arms from my chest and rustled through my purse for my phone. Upon unlocking the device, I played the voicemail I received at 7 am that morning aloud.

“Hello, Y/N,” Coach Yaga spoke loudly from the phone. “I know it is your day off, but I am calling to tell you that Gojo hasn’t turned up for practice. We have been texting and calling him the entire morning to no avail. You are the only one that seems to know where he disappears these days. Please do me a favor and find him. I’ll pay you time and a half for next week if you do. Call me back when you get this.”

“Y/N—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” I interjected. “Just get dressed and come on. I’m driving you to practice.”

Gojo sighed and rolled his eyes. “Okay! But only because you’re here on your day off and I feel bad.”

“That’s fine with me,” I said with a shrug.

The athlete widened the door to let me into his apartment, before closing it right behind me. We stood right at the entrance of the living room and I allowed my eyes to slowly scan the room. It was pristine. It had a sleek modern design with silver accents. Besides the abstract paintings decorating the walls, there hadn’t been many colors in the room. The floor was made up of smooth gray marble tile, while the back wall was painted a glossy black. Natural light poured into the room from its massive windows and made the glass coffee table glimmer.

“Nice place,” I said before slipping my shoes off at the door and placing my bag on the hook.

“Really?” Gojo replied in a nonchalant expression. “I’m thinking of getting it remodeled.”

I walked further into the living room. I felt a sort of calm enter my body upon arrival. Maybe it had been my lack of sleep, but I desperately felt the urge to take a nap on his couch. Its leather, black cushions seemed too inviting and my body was begging me to rest.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Gojo said, walking out of the living room. “I’m gonna go get changed.”

I took a seat on the couch and was immediately sucked in. The fur afghan provided additional warmth in the cool room and my body unconsciously snuggled up to it. My eyes started to slowly flutter close as the time slowly drifted away from me. I felt all the tension in my body spill from me as sleep slowly consumed me.

Strong arms gently snaked underneath my body and lifted me from the couch. I opened my heavy eyelids just enough to peek through them. Gojo’s jawline was all I could see from my current angle. I yawned quietly as I continued to look up at the athlete. He was more handsome than I gave him credit for. His face was sleek and angular; it reminded me of the models that strut the runways during fashion week. His broad chest and shoulders were intimidating. They appeared hard at first glance, but with my body pressed against them, I could feel their softness. Gojo had a long, straight nose that sat above his perfect lips. Dark sunglasses covered his icy blue eyes, but I could tell he was looking down at me.

“See something you like, princess?” He purred with a smirk.

“Leave me alone,” I replied with a yawn. “Put me down. I have to take you to practice.”

“I’ll put you down, but I’m not letting you drive to practice,” Gojo replied before looking straight ahead.

“But, I promised the coach—”

Gojo lowered my body onto a soft surface, taking me by surprise. I didn’t even notice we changed rooms. He pulled the blanket from the edge of the bed on top of my body and proceeded to tuck me in. Luckily, I opted for sweats and a halter top for that day’s outfit. I didn’t have the energy to struggle with jeans or a bra. I, also, didn’t have the energy to fight with Gojo about driving. It was true, I was far too tired to be driving in the first place. But, like always, my stubbornness got the best of me. My body started to shut down the moment the adrenaline stopped. I was up the entire night working on the plays for next week. Coach Yaga had the filing system of a 1950s library and I was trying my best to read between the lines. I was already working overtime the week before and completely fucked up my sleeping schedule. I was running on E and slowly reaching my limit.

“I don’t care what you promised Yaga,” Gojo lowered himself onto his knees and brushed a hand against my face. “You are your priority. Stop putting work above your health.”

“But, the team needs me,” I whined sleepily.

“I don’t care,” Gojo mimicked my tone. “I am tired of seeing you move around like a zombie. You need rest.”

“Gojo. . . hmm!” He pressed his finger against my lips and moved his face closer to mine.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Y/N,” Gojo interjected. “You are going to take a nap, while I go to practice. You can fight me later.”

I rolled my eyes and scowled. “Fine.”

He removed his finger from my lip and smiled. “Good girl.”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you, too.”

When I had woken up from my nap, the sun was slowly disappearing into the horizon; casting a purplish hue onto the sky. I lifted my sleepy body from the bed and gently massaged my temples. I took a deep breath and rose to my feet. I lifted my arms into the air and bent backward. My spine cracked in several places and I groaned in satisfaction. I rubbed my eye with the back of my hand and walked to the door on the other side of the room. I peeked into the space and was delighted to have found the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and squinted in my reflection. On top of my head was a massive, hot pink bonnet. I scratched the side of my head and thought carefully. Did I seriously leave the house in my bonnet? Was I that tired? After some deliberation, I simply dropped the topic and reached for the mouthwash at the edge of the sink. I poured a bit into the cap and threw it into my mouth. I sloshed it around a while before gurgling loudly. I spit the blue liquid into the sink and whipped my mouth with a napkin. I exited the bathroom, and soon the bedroom, and walked aimlessly through the apartment. It was far bigger than I realized. Then, it slowly dawned on me. Gojo didn’t live in a regular apartment, he lived in a fucking penthouse. It took me far longer to find the front door than was necessary and I was about fed up with the place.

Just as I started to slip on my shoes, I heard keys jingle in the lock. The door was pushed open and there stood Gojo with a massive, white takeout bag. There was a sly smile on his lips as he walked through the door.

“Honey, I’m home,” He said with a snicker.

“You are so extra,” I huffed as I continued to press my foot into my shoe.

Gojo leaned forward and our faces were mere inches apart. “Where’s my kiss?”

I scowled. “You get on my fucking nerves.”

“Woooow,” he blustered, kicking his shoes off by the door. “I thought you’d be happy to see me. Considering I let you sleep in my bed and all.” Gojo continued to walk through the living room and took a sharp right.

I took my foot out of the shoe and followed him. “Speaking of that, why didn’t you just let me sleep in one of the many guest rooms you seem to have?”

Gojo entered the kitchen area and placed the takeout bag on the island. “You did some snooping while I was gone, huh?” He opened the cabinet and pulled out two plates. “Did you find the secret sex dungeon?”

“You have a secret sex dungeon?” I said. “Hmm. . . . That is actually on-brand for you.”

Gojo laughed loudly and looked back at me. “There she is! The Y/N I know and love!”

I opened my mouth to comment but my stomach grumbled in protest.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Gojo cooed, staring down at me lovingly. “Your hubby’s gonna feed you very soon.”

I shivered in disgust. “Don’t ever say that shit again.”

Gojo’s laugh echoed in the kitchen.

He brought all the greasy fixings. Fried rice, dan dan noodles, pan-fried dumplings, and sauteed greens. It had been forever since I consumed that much grease in one sitting and my heart was so happy. After eating salads for the past week, the meal was a delightful surprise. Gojo played a random Kdrama on the television while we ate. The longer we sat together, the more intrigued I was by the show. It got to the point where I had stopped eating and started to focus all of my attention on the screen. I didn’t even notice Gojo remove my plate and cup from in front of me. He cleared the coffee table of our dishes and washed them, while my eyes were still glued to the television. By the time the episode was over, the sun had completely set and the moon shined through the penthouse windows. Surrounding the massive ball of light were thick, gray clouds. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunder and rainfall.

“I should get—”

“Don’t even think about it, Y/N,” Gojo interjected, resuming his seat next to me on the couch. “I am not letting you drive during a thunderstorm.”

“Gojo, it really isn’t that serious,” I tried to explain. “I did it before and survived.”

“I don’t care,” he turned to face me. “Rain equals wet roads. Wet roads equal car accidents. I can’t risk you getting hurt, Y/N. Not on my watch.”

I looked up at him. “Gojo, I am a big girl. I know how to drive on slippery roads.”

“Oh, I know you can,” he said a little too quickly. “I don’t doubt you. It’s the people around you that I am not too certain about.”

“But, Gojo—”

Gojo pressed his forehead to mine. He closed his eyes. “Please,” he whispered. “Just put my mind at ease and spend the night. I am begging you.”

My heart began to pound in my chest. I closed my eyes and released a shaky breath. “Okay.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

We stayed like this longer than anticipated. I could hear my heart pound in my ears, but I didn’t dare pull away to calm it down. Warmth radiated from his body and I desperately wanted to be near him. It was something about the way he wanted to keep me safe that made me feel so. . . seen. A lot of people in my life, up until that point, only ever saw me as strong. Only ever saw me as a threat, not a victim. There had been nights that I regretted walking home alone, nights that I thought, at that moment, would be my last. I never had someone try to protect me so openly. He didn’t leave room for confusion. I knew his intentions and it made my heart ache. I never knew I wanted someone to care for me like that until Gojo said that.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I looked up at the white-haired man. His eyes fluttered open and took in my current state.

Gojo placed a hand on my cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” I said, breathlessly.

His lips captured mine tenderly as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms against his broad shoulders and pulled him closer to me. His warmth surrounded my cold body lovingly as his tongue danced with mine. His arms snaked around me, for the second time that day, and closed the space between us. My soft being melted perfectly against his hard one. He held me so tight, as if at any moment I was going to disappear. The tears had long since dried against my face as his kisses drifted from my lips and down my jaw. His hot tongue ran against the side of my neck and a low moan fell from my mouth. He sucked the delicate skin passionately as my breath seemed to escape me.

“I want you so badly,” he whispered into my ear.

“Then take me,” I replied, blissfully.

Gojo gathered me into his arms and lifted me from the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist and placed my hands in his hair. With his lips on mine, he walked us to his room. He eased me onto the bed and reluctantly pulled away from our embrace. His eyes darkened the longer he looked at me. They rested at a cool teal color, quite a long way away from their original icy blue. Lust had taken over his entire being and he looked ready to devour me.

“Tell me now, baby,” he urged. “Do you really want to do this?”

I nodded. “I do.”

“Are you sure?” Gojo leaned forward, pressing his palms onto the bed.

“Positive.”

“You know you can say ‘stop’ at any time, right, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Satoru.”

A wide smile took over his face. “This is the first time I heard you say my name.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t.”

Satoru pressed another kiss on my lips and I started to lean back into the bed. His massive hands slid up my ample body and took hold of my halter top. He removed the garment and tossed it across the room. His hot mouth sucked on my collarbone and kissed down my chest. When he took my nipple into his mouth, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I weaved my hand in his white locks and pushed my chest against his lips. His tongue flicked the sensitive bud slowly, whilst his eyes remained trained on my face. I whimpered under his touch and threw my head back. The passion had slowly increased through my being and clouded my mind. All I could think about was Satoru and our relationship. I thought back to the glances he stole when he thought no one was looking. The way his eyes never dropped to my hips or ass but was always resting on my face. He managed to keep unreadable expressions throughout the day when in the presence of others. It was only in his apartment that I saw him break that hard exterior and truly face me.

His hot mouth briefly suckled the other nipple before kissing down my abdomen. Satoru gripped the waistband of my sweats and gave them a gentle yank. I watched his eyes glimmer at the sight of my black thong. He looked back up at me and smirked.

“I shouldn’t have expected anything less,” Satoru teased as he took off his shirt.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, propping my body up on my elbows.

“You’re always prepared,” Gojo answered as he pushed my knees apart. “Even if you don’t mean to be.” His eyes zeroed in on the seat on the panty.

He dipped his head between my thighs and dragged his tongue over the clothed area. A moan fell from my lips as I lowered my body back onto the bed. He moved the thong to the side, before groaning to himself.

“You are already so wet for me, princess,” Gojo whispered directly to my cunt.

I felt him spit on the already drench lower lips before spreading them open. The tip of his tongue wiggled upward from my awaiting hole to the throbbing bud. My legs twitched slights as raspy breaths spilled from my mouth. Satoru repeated the action several times before placing his mouth directly on my clit. His tongue dragged across the nub at a slow pace. He seemed to want to gather the tension in my body before going all out. I felt Gojo’s tongue tease my greedy entrance, moving in and out at a mellow pace. I squirmed my hips against his face— I was tired of being teased and I desperately wanted all over him. Satoru’s tongue started to move faster against my clit as his thumb switched to a finger. He hollowed his cheeks and created a suction at the top of my womanhood. Saturo jerked his head up and down between my legs as he pushed his fingers deeper inside me. He starts to swirl his tongue around the area at a feverish pace, completely slobbering over my clit. The pads of Gojo’s fingers pressed against the roof of my cunt and I felt the oxygen escape my body.

I gripped the sheets and arched my back against the bed. “Just like that,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

And like the thoughtful lover he was, Satoru didn’t stop. He didn’t move faster. He didn’t remove his mouth from my cunt to slip in a sly remark, either.

I took several deep breaths as I felt a warm pool in my stomach start to gather. Tingles started to appear all over my body as sparks started to burst behind my closed eyelids. I desperately reached about my head for the pillow and brought it down to my chest.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Shit!” I screamed as my legs shook against Gojo’s head. “I’m gonna. . . ! I’m gonna. . . hmm!”

I pressed the pillow over my face as I felt the orgasm tear through my body. I screamed into the pillow as my body twitches from the stimulation. I felt my hips roll against Satoru’s mouth, whilst he continued to suckle my clit. I continued to take deep breaths as I rode the wave. But, to my surprise, Gojo pressed his fingers deeper into my canal, and my body arched upward. My screaming grew louder into the pillow as I felt liquid spill out of my womanhood. The twitches continued, even after Satoru pulled out his fingers. I felt him leave peppery kisses on my thighs and tummy below removing the pillow from my grasp.

I looked up at him with hazy eyes and brought a shaky hand to his cheek.

“You made a big mess, princess,” Satoru cooed, just before kissing my palm. “I have never seen a woman squirt that much before. I hope you’re not too tired. We’re just getting started.”

Gojo rose from the bed and opened the top drawer of the nightstand. He grabbed a familiar foil wrapper from a box. He placed the square between his lips before untying his sweatpants. He shoved them to the ground, along with his briefs, and his massive cock sprang free. The tip was a blush red and practically painted in precum. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his shaft. Satoru crawled back on top of me and lined his member up with my entrance. Slowly, he pushed into me and I never felt so full. Moans spilled from my lips as our bodies became one. I felt Gojo’s entire tense as he nestled himself in me. He released a shaky breath and closed his eyes.

“You are so fucking tight, princess,” he said as he moaned softly. “And so goddamn wet. Shit. . .”

He rocked his hips against mine, thrusting into me carefully. Teasing me, and himself, in the process. Gojo brought my hand to his lips and gave my palms sweet kisses, before placing it on his chest. His thrusts gradually started to increase. Satoru’s eyes remained hooded as he moved his body against mine. With my hand over his heart, he interlocked our fingers and continued to kiss my trembling digits. His grunts started to match in pitch with my own. A blush started to appear on his face as his unruly hair covered his forehead. The pro volleyball player looked completely swooned by our current position. He couldn’t stop kissing my fingers and mumbling sweet nothings into the night air. Pet names like “princess”, “darling” and “sweetheart” spilled out of his mouth with ease. He never used my actual name during the rendezvous, only things one would call a lover.

After a short while, Gojo attempted to hook my legs around his hips. I stopped him.

“I got this,” I said as I swatted his hands away.

Satoru sat back on his knees and provided ample space for me to adjust the position.

I raised my legs from the bed and brought my knees to my chest. I gripped my toes before opening my legs into a flat ‘v’ shape. I watched Satoru’s eyes widen in astonishment and his cock twitch in anticipation.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” He asked, still admiring the position.

“I take yoga class three times a week,” I said with a shrug.

“Well,” he lined his cock up with my entrance. “You’re gonna have to show me what you learned.” Gojo thrusted into me with ease. “I’ll never get tired of your pussy. So wet and tight. . . all for me.” He placed a hand on the headboard and another on the mattress.

Without warning, the athlete started to thrust into me without hesitation. Gojo snapped his hips into mine like the world was about to end and this is the last time we’d ever have together. My grip tightened on my toes as the moans flew from my mouth without warning. I watched his muscles flex with each thrust and it made me even wetter. His body was a work of art. Satoru sported a super tiny waist, with broad shoulders and wide chest. From the rigorous cardio that volleyball offered, the player managed to obtain a plump ass and matching thighs. Veins decorated his arms. There was some callousness on his hands from setting the volleyball, but it made him even more attractive. It meant that he was a hard worker and with a shit ton of patience. He was a fucking Olympian, for fucks sake.

Satoru’s stamina was simply unmatched. He kept his hard, quick pace long enough for another pool to fill in my tummy. I took my bottom lip between my teeth and furrowed my brows together. I felt my ways start to pulse and contract against his member. A smirk appeared on Gojo’s face.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked.

I nodded and released a shaky breath. “I am so close. . . . Please don’t stop.”

“You’re so cute when you’re about to cum,” he said. “I can look at that pretty face all day.”

My breath hitched as I felt my legs start to twitch. Whimpers fell from my lips as tears dotted the corners of my eyes. “I’m gonna cum, ‘Toru,” I slurred. “Please let me cum.” The arousal started to fog my brain and the tears started to roll down my cheeks. “Please say I can cum, ‘Toru.”

“Of course you can cum, doll,” Gojo replied, laughter licking his voice. “You don’t have to ask me something like that. Make a fucking mess, sweetheart.”

Deep within my being, I felt a cord snap and the floodgates were forced open. Pleasurable screams spilled from my throat as the orgasm took my body captive. Tears started to run down my face and drool escaped my mouth. I was babbling incoherent nonsense. It was something along the lines of “I don’t want to make a mess”, or “I’m sorry for squirting all over your cock”. Gojo was just in a fit of giggles above. His pace stayed potent and rhythmic, which made the orgasm feel never-ending. I was so drunk with pleasure that I barely noticed Satoru’s cock within me. I focused my eyesight a little more and realized that sweat was starting to form on his body. His white hair was now damp and falling in clumps over his eyes. His abs and arms were glistening in the moonlight. I watched his jaw clench and his hand grips the headboard harder. He moved his hips faster, chasing his own high. Unironically, another orgasm had begun to build in my stomach. I started to beg for him to make me cum again, chanting for him to keep going. His thrusts gradually became sloppier as liquid started to squirt out of the slick canal. My walls started to pulse against his cock again and a loud grunt fell from his lips. My grip tightened on my toes as my breathing increased and tears rolled down my cheeks.

We reached our peaks at the same time.

I could feel him fill the condom with his hot seed before collapsing on top of me. I released my feet from my grasp and wrapped my arms around the overgrown man. As my breathing returned back to normal, I felt Gojo’s body raise off of mine— just enough to pull out. He tossed the condom in a trash bin by the nightstand and resumed his position on top of me. Satoru wrapped his arms around my plush body and nestled his face into my neck. I ran my hand through his wet hair and hummed a random tune that came to mind.

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” he said after a long moment of silence.

“Okay,” I replied. “So, do you want to be friends with benefits—”

Satoru lifted his head from my neck and looked up at me. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh,” I said in confusion. “So what are you saying? You wanna be—”

“In a relationship. With you,” he responded looking into my eyes.

A chuckle fell on my lips as I combed the hair from his face. “And just when I thought I was gonna get rid of you. Here you go, falling in love and shit.”

Gojo laughed and kissed the palm of my hand. “I’m ready to settle down, Y/N. I don’t want to be a player anymore.”

“Well, you gonna have to settle down with someone else,” I replied, wiggling from underneath the massive man. I took a seat at the edge of the bed and readjusted my bonnet. “I just went back to the streets, I refused to be kept in the house any longer.” I rose from the pillowy surface and looked over at the athlete. “Sorry, lover boy.”

Gojo sprang from the bed and fell onto his knees just before me. He hugged my legs and started to wail dramatically. “Don’t go back to the streets, Y/N! Stay here with me! I got everything you need. All the mochi you could eat, kdramas, and a penthouse! What do the streets have that I can’t give you? I’ll cover you diamonds and eat your pussy first thing every morning! Whatever you want! Don’t leave me, princess!”

“Jesus Christ!” I said in a fit of giggles. “ Calm down, ‘Toru. I was joking!”

He lifts his head from my thighs and looks up at me. “You were?” There were actual tears in his eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was a really devoted actor, or actually crying his heart out.

“Yeah,” I said, brushing the hair from his eyes. “I would never miss a chance to feel that tongue again.”

A wide smile formed on Gojo’s face. He rose to his feet and took me in his arms. With his fingers gently grabbing my chin, he brought his lips to mine and gave me a sloppy kiss. I dug my nails into his back and moaned loudly.

“I think I’m addicted to you, princess,” Gojo said when we finally pulled apart.

“Get in line, ‘Toru,” I hummed with a smirk.

[freakygirlie]

New(ish) to J2 fandom, just spent the past god knows how many sleepless nights reading through Speak the Truth, trawling through spn_gossip and rewatching old cons and I👏am👏going👏in👏SANE👏

I considered myself a relatively reasonable person, but when it comes to J2, I have ZERO control. Tinhatting aside, their obvious love for one another makes me want to put myself in a grave.

As an old hat, some questions for you..

1. when did you first fall for the boys and what made you start tinhatting?

2. what the hell is it about them that drives us (j2 fandom) SO insane? (why the hell do I care whether two random people are/are not *really* in love?)

3. any coping mechanisms to deal with this obsession?

hi anon honestly what a wonderful ask <33333 this is gonna be a long one so buckle up !!

WE ARE ALL INSANE LET ME TELL YOU THAT MUCH. ''sleepless nights going through tinhat stuff' BEEN THERE! DONE THAT! I am so in love with their love i have 0 control let me tell you that much. their love for each other TINHATTING ASIDEEEE makes me want to jump off a cliff it's so gorgeous it makes me insane all the time. i mean HOW CAN YOU NOT GO INSANE WHEN YOU SEE ALL THIS:

1. when did you first fall for the boys and what made you start tinhatting?

-when i first started watching supernatural, i was IN LOVE with sam and dean's relationship. it was JUST <3 and i obviously saw the insane and beautiful chemistry the actors had. my friend who got me hooked on the show, used to ramble on about how beautiful j2's friendship was and i was like mmhmm cool cool. i started watching con videos and i was just blown away by their friendship, the easiness they had and the obvious love and affection. i wasn't a tinhat and while i did go 👀👀👀 at many things(only con videos till now) i was like- PLSDJFJG i'm just projecting my wincest fantasies on them ffs. anyways moving on to me venturing into the tumblr world, long before i made an account, i was scrolling through the j2 tag and it was all cute pics vids and stories and i was all aww! when i came across a post(I AM BEGGING ANYONE WHO KNOWS IT LINK IT TO ME PLEASE I CANT FIND IT) which was of a convention clip i had already seen: (x) (starts at 9:15) and it was the SPNMINN 2018 J2 Gold Panel- Jared got a box of cupcakes from a fan and while eating one there was frosting all smeared on him and Jensen took some napkins and cleaned Jared's mouth IT'S THE CUTESTTT and while jen's cleaning up uk he makes those ''ugh'' sounds, grumpy jensen <3333333 but still taking care of his boy <333333

the post was captioned if i remember correctly: ''his mouth is saying ugh but his eyes are saying oh'' (bc jared 's mouth was all shiny and pretty so ehem ;)) AND I JUST FROZE FOR A MINUTE. It took a minute for me to process it but when it finally loaded i was like W H A T. WHAT IN ALL OF ??????? IS THE OP IMPLYING- (be known that i knew the j's were married and had kids so anyone implying or saying that they were romantically involved was like ''are u crazy'' for me, pls i was so naive, also it was the first time i was so blatantly exposed to it, anyways) i was like shooketh. and then i looked at the tags and it was your average: ''jared padalecki'' ''jensen ackles'' and then ''j2 tinhat''. and i was ??? what the hell is a tinhat ???? ehem you can be sure that i clicked on it, it loaded AND THE FIRST POST THAT JUMPED OUT AT ME was this gif of Jared STROKING jensen's neck and the hairs at the back of it and I WAS WTFHJDJHFJFKFJ. ?????????????? THE HELL IS THIS ????????????????????

anyways i spent the entire NIGHT SCROLLING THRU THE TAG and my entire world like everything i knew was just flipped and scrambled and i was just ohmygod what the fuck and i found out there was a whole community of j2 tinhats who believed j2 were involved and the marriages were to cover it up and let me be honest, i thought y'all were crazy. i was like nope nope these are just people with too much time on their hands and too much of an overactive imagination. LIKE NO THERE'S NO WAY-

i spent so long being a fencesitter, scrolling, researching, trudging my way thru spn_g, all the blogs(and i learnt to keep an open mind that's very imp!) but i was still in denial. it was right in front of me BUT STILLLLL. and then. the thing that convinced me wasn't an elaborate theory, a slip up or anything like that. it was a tiny simple collection of gifs of j2 secretly touching each other's hands. and the gif that convinced me was:

it was 3 or 4 am in the morning and i was yet again scrolling through as much tinhattery stuff as i could and i came across it and i was just: ohmygod. they're together. OHMYGOD. THEY'RE IN LOVE. the- they are actually- ohmygod. LIKE JENSEN IS FONDLY CARESSING JARED'S FINGERS HE DELIBERATELY SEEKED THEM OUT WHILE HIS HAND WAS ON THE FAN AND JARED'S NOT EVEN STARTLED HE ALLOWS IT LIKE GOD ???? like idc how bro-y and bestfriendism you are- FRIENDS DON'T DO THAT. PLATONIC BUDDIES DON'T SEEK OUT YOUR HAND LIKE THIS AND CARESS THE FINGERS OF SAID HAND, SMILE ALL LOVE-SICK LIKE AND CURL THEIR FINGERS UNDER YOUR TOUCH AND THEN GO BACK AND DO THE SAME THING ALL OVER AGAIN LIKE SOME SMITTEN HUSBAND OKAY. AND IN SECRET TOO LIKE-

i was like again FLOORED but like seeing THAT just flipped me completely and it slammed into me like a car(and i've been hit by a car irl so I KNOW). i fell so deep into the tinhat hole and after that everything else just made sense. their actions that didn't match up with their stories, the slip-ups, the weirdness(look when i was a non-tinhat, i wasn't an overly eager het stan or whatever but i was so done with jared and gen repeating the same things over and over again and jensen and danneel's interactions were ehem with all due respect boring.) and THEM J2 THEIR LOVE THEIR INTERACTIONS THE LOOKS THE EVERYTHING !!!!! i've been a tinhat since and while i've had my doubts here and there i've never taken my hat off <3

2. what the hell is it about them that drives us (j2 fandom) SO insane? (why the hell do I care whether two random people are/are not *really* in love?)

-it's them anon *shrugs and cries a little*. them, their love for each other is so out of this world. they've sacrificed so much to be together, they love each other so deeply and are such an integral part of each other's lives and god they fit so fucking well ??? they connected the moment they met and they are each other's other halves!! it's something out of a movie or some shit like godddddd. they drive us insane by just being THEM !!! separately even i have never seen two better men who try so hard to be good, who give us their all and let themselves loose, who love so beautifully. and together they're perfect. their love story is one for the ages and i admire it and cherish it so much. they struggle with it all yet love each other so much and it's not like it's even subtle it's out their for EVERYONE TO SEE. The way they talk about each other, the way they look after each other, the little glimpses we see into them and their relationship. it's something that's so beyond our understanding, it's on a plane of it's own. j2 are WHY i believe so wholly in true love <33 ''why the hell do we care'' that kind of dedication the one they show us and the kind of love they send us, it creates a bond, fans, admirers, and people who are willing to stick with you no matter what. i look up to them so much, they are such a comfort to me and i love love love their relationship. they drive us so insane and how could they not!

there's 15003878398449 moments i could talk about but god i'm just so fucking insane for them and the love they share, we all are !!! and also think about it where did sam and dean get their insane-ness from ??? <333

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<3

they're soulmates ❤️

3. any coping mechanisms to deal with this obsession? -believe me anon if i knew, i would tell you.