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[warpedwings]

Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles through the years before Supernatural.

1998

Misha in Legacy.

Jensen at New Jersey Days of Our Lives Luncheon.

2005 2004 2003 2002 2001 2000 1999 1997 1996 1995 1994 1992 1991 1990 1987/1989 1985 1982 1978

[rennerator]

LOVE LOVE LOVE Oh My!!!!!! S2 AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Thank YOU SO MUCH for this!!!!! You are AMAZING!!!!! :) <3

[kaiser1ns]

The after-party was getting dull, and you were exhausted, longing for the comfort of home, the warmth of your bed, and the fluffiest blankets you owned. The soft mattress, the mountain of plushies—some gifted by Itoshi Sae, others by Michael Kaiser—called to you. Sae watched the scene from afar, swirling a champagne glass as he observed you and Kaiser sitting on the cold balcony stairs, sharing a piece of cake. The striker leaned closer, taking small bites as you offered, enjoying your company. The midfielder sighed and eventually joined, sitting beside you, which put you in the middle of them both.

A chilly breeze swept through, and you shivered slightly. Your dress, beautiful but strapless, wasn’t much protection against the cool air, though It was gorgeous, something you’d want to wear every day, but sadly, it was from a fashion house and would have to be returned. Suddenly, warmth settled around your shoulders. Kaiser had wrapped his jacket around you, flashing a soft smile before smirking at Sae. You didn’t notice Sae’s reaction, distracted by the night sky above. So many stars—a constellation not unlike the football stars in the team you worked for, Re Al. The best team in the world, a rare privilege you held, to be close to legendary players like Modric, Kroos, Ronaldo, and Zidane.

And now, the team’s rising stars—the Japanese and German prodigies, both members of the New Generation World XI, each easily affected by the other’s smallest provocation.

"Quick on the field, slow to treat a lady, aren’t you, Sae?” Kaiser teased, raising an eyebrow, and running a tattooed hand through his hair. The midfielder shot him a glare, moments from tossing his drink to wipe the smug grin off his teammate's face, but you interrupted, resting your head on Sae’s shoulder.

“Do you ever wonder… what life would have been like,” you murmured. The two paused their banter, curious. Snuggled in Kaiser’s jacket, you went on, “…if we’d never joined Re Al, or the world of football at all?”

Sae and Kaiser exchanged glances, taken aback. It wasn’t like you to ask questions like this, and you rarely drank that much. But when they looked back at you, your eyes were closed—not asleep, just calm, relaxing for once without making Sae jealous or flirting with Kaiser. For now, you stayed neutral. You knew you loved them both, but the question was—who?

A question for another time, you thought. Reopening your eyes to watch your breath form a small cloud in the cool night air. “Usually, both of you have something to say… so?”

Sae answered first, setting his glass down and absently twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “I probably would have had a normal life. A happy one. Maybe my personality wouldn’t have turned out quite like this.” You hummed softly, glancing over at Kaiser, who looked uncharacteristically sad, and … upset. Had your question touched a nerve?

“Do you want to share, Misha?” you asked. He quickly regained his composure, losing his blue tie as he too looked up at the sky

“Probably a criminal, or something,” he shrugged it off quickly, yet the pain lingered behind his eyes. After Kaiser’s answer, a soft silence settled over the three of you. You could sense that this wasn’t the time to dig further; if he wanted to share more, he would. Instead, you shifted, resting your head on Kaiser’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

“There’s no salvation in the past,” he murmured, his voice low. “So don’t think about it. Focus on what’s happening now.” But his words drifted past you as sleep tugged at your eyelids. Kaiser noticed, chuckling softly at how peaceful you looked as you began to doze off.

Carefully, he nudged you up, steadying you on your feet. Sae, still sitting, glanced up at the way you seemed exhausted and on the verge of falling asleep right here on the spot as he too thought the same, that you were so cute.

“Might be the last time we have such a peaceful moment like this,” Kaiser said quietly. “Let’s bring her home.”

The two of them helped you down the stairs, keeping you steady. They’d make sure you got home safe and sound and hoped for no paparazzi photos first thing in the morning. Both of them here, looking out for you, felt like a gift from the universe itself—having them not only in your life but in your heart.

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[willyoubemycherryy]

Desperate as the air I breathe in you. (C. Novak)

Summary: At this point, it was a need.

Contains: Longing, pining, resolving tension, smutty but not all the way, kissing, dryhumping, your both need sick for each other, its pathetic but hey, Castiel is…ooh boy- i wrote this is 30 minutes because this cow eyed, pink mouthed, pathetic pout man is driving me up a goddamn wall and I’m legitimately losing my mind. Whatever happens DO NOT let me anywhere near Misha because I’ll pull his pants down and show the convention something real supernatural😭

A/N- please k!ll me. I’m honest tweaking he’s the finest man I’ve ever seen in my entire life and I can’t take it anymore

You’d all been invited to a concert on hunting business.

Not sure how you got here though.

Panting against each others mouths where your lips crash together in an intense kiss. Your fingers tangle into the back of his hair; moving together in hopeless desperation as you kiss and kiss and kiss. Kissing until he’s lost.

Unsure of where he ends and you begin.

He feels something rise in him and he cups your cheeks, kissing back even harder before he drags himself away from your lips as he stares longingly into your lovestruck eyes. His lips are flushed and swollen as he rasps out,

“We- we should stop. The others…” Castiel trails off, voice reluctant and hoarse with neediness as you remember why you were at the concert to begin with. Some demon had been inciting crowds during the nights shows, causing almost every performance to end in bloodshed. As much as you wanted to stay lost in him, you two had a job to do.

You breathe in a shaky inhale, nodding against his forehead, whispering as you repeat his words.

“Right…we should stop..”

You two share a look for a beat then you’re surging back into each other all over again, heart pounding as Cas pulls you tighter against him; his own head spinning as you open your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss as his tongue meets yours in a heady caress. It’s the most insane he’s ever felt and you’re just as bad- whining as he wrenches his mouth off yours, stupidly big blue eyes looking into your own. Brows creasing like he’s in pain as he groans.

“We need to stop.” Your chest heaves with each desperate inhale of him and before you can repeat after him, he’s pulling you right back; swallowing your mouth and setting your body alight as you’re consumed by the heat of his kiss, simmering pleasure beginning to burn underneath your skin.

Whoever’s idea it was to leave you two to investigate backstage with just each other was an idiot.

Weeks of tension were bound to lead to something especially since you liked each other too much to tiptoe around each other forever. The time for that was clearly over as he lifted you and your squirming hips harder against the wall, grinding against your core through your clothes, moaning with you when you start to move with him- kiss growing frantic as you dryhump like nothing else mattered.

You couldn’t separate- you’ve needed each other for so long but there was always something, some wrong- somewhere but now..whether it was the atmosphere or the hum from the infectious music still pulsing through your veins; you’d finally decided to just let go now and worry later as you drowned yourselves in each other.

A ragged moan leaves Castiel at your nails running through his scalp, hands then running down over his firm shoulders to squeeze at his thick biceps through the snug grey shirt that wasn’t even his. It was Dean’s so it was a bit tight but you loved it; loved the headrush you got from feeling up how surprisingly big he was. Your pleased hums vibrate his lips making the rest of any responsible thought disappear as he lets you take his hands in yours and move them to the hem of your shirt- breaking the kiss briefly to lift it off you in one move.

He takes you in before pulling you back to him with a hungry groan, slotting his mouth hot and heavy against yours as your hands cover his over where they cup your breasts. The way you felt against him was nothing short of divine and he swears in this moment that if he were to suddenly die, all anyone would have to do was speak you over his grave and watch as you brought him back to life.

Roaming hands, messy lips driven by affection and desperation, overdue indulgence and anxiously pounding hearts make up the two of you as your hips roll into each other. Castiel’s gone from kissing your lips to kissing everywhere his pink mouth could reach. Your chin, jaw, cheeks, and now neck. Pressing firm wet lips to the sensitive skin; giving it the same treatment as he did your lips. You throw your head back with a warbled moan making his hips grind harder against you- the friction on your cunt is vicious, clit throbbing as you orgasm builds.

Castiel is in a world of his own as he gets swept away, cast out to the heaven that is nothing but you you you you you-

The rest of the team will have to manage.

You’ll be busy for a while.

[ni-idea-07]

my greatest pride.

TW: semi-illegal adoption (?), mentions of child selling, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of other disorders like Diogenes syndrome and sociopath, mentions of murder. My first language is not English.

So enjoy.

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A few years ago Hannibal was on a hunt, his target was a social service worker he had met at a charity event.

There were rumors about this woman taking children and selling them to powerful people. But Hannibal wasn't interested in that.

He just wanted to enjoy a big feast from this woman.

It wasn't hard to find her at a 24 hour store and it wasn't hard to invite her to a "dinner" at his house either. The woman looked nervous but she accepted.

No one could deny the charm and charisma of Dr. Lecter.

He killed her easily, the less the animal suffered, the softer the meat was.

The next step was to eliminate evidence.

He arrived at the woman's house, erased and eliminated all evidence that the two of them met. Until he heard a noise in the attic. Hanibal prepared his scalpel, ready to kill whoever tried to interrupt one of his perfect crimes.

He slowly climbed up to the attic and saw you. Dirty, unkempt and scared.

You were only 3 or 4 years old. You trembled when he approached and put a hand in your hair.

You reminded him of Misha. You were so adorable that his cold heart could feel after a long time.

–"come here little swan"– he said as he approached you and picked you up.

You were so light and the way your little hands grabbed his plastic suit made him completely fall in love.

Hannibal took you to his house, bathed you and dressed you in one of his best t-shirts – tomorrow he would buy clothes for you and in your size – he also prepared a nice dinner for you. A nice pumpkin soup with cheese was the best idea, it was very cold. He didn't make dessert since he had read an article recently about how children from 0-5 years old shouldn't try sweets.

When he finished helping you eat he washed the dishes and carried you. He thought it would be a good idea for you to sleep next to him. You were a little girl and you had just come out of a traumatic event.

He carried you while he saw what book he could read to you. He noticed that you grabbed one and smiled

–"what a cute thing."– he smiled when he saw that you grabbed the book 'Hell', one of the trilogy of 'The Divine Comedy'.

Hannibal read it to you, you probably wouldn't understand the difficult words in the book, but you fell asleep when he barely finished the first song.

He closed the book. And he helped you sleep on your side, he did his best to make you comfortable and well covered.

He got out of bed and checked the file he had grabbed from the house of the deceased social worker.

You came from troubled parents, your father was an alcoholic and your mother had Diogenes syndrome. You were malnourished and curled up in a pile of cardboard when the police found you. They had arrived because one of the neighbors had reported the large accumulation of trash in the snow.

They were going to take you to an orphanage But apparently the social worker was going to sell you and that's why you didn't make it to the orphanage where they placed you.

It didn't matter.

Hannibal took care of you and taught you for years, he knew you weren't like normal children.

Maybe because you spent more than 2 months in a dirty attic when you were 4 years old, maybe because he spoiled you too much. Or maybe it was just because you were a smart girl.

But when you were 8 was where he saw the first sign. He accompanied you to the park and one of the kids you were playing with fell off one of the playground equipment and screamed in pain, possibly breaking his leg.

You looked at him and then turned around to find another kid to play with.

You acted so cold and unsympathetic for a few seconds and then smiled again when you found another group of kids to play with.

Hannibal watched your reaction with great interest. It wasn't so much the lack of empathy that caught his attention (he had noticed before that you weren't like other kids) but the ease with which you changed from a blank expression to a radiant smile when you found a new playgroup. That mask of normality you had built up at such a young age fascinated him.

After making sure the injured child got help and diverting any unwanted attention, he approached you.

–"Little swan, come here."– His voice was soft, enveloping, like the sound of a delicately played violin.

You ran to him with the same energy as any other little girl happy to see her father. He lifted you into his arms and, as he settled you on his lap, his dark eyes analyzed yours. They were bright, innocent at first glance, but he saw beyond that.

–"Didn't you worry about the boy?"– he asked, his tone neutral, inquisitive.

You tilted your head, as if his question made no sense.

–"It wasn't my problem"– you said naturally.

Hannibal felt a strange satisfaction listening to you. He stroked your hair carefully, almost proudly.

–"Of course it wasn't."– he confirmed, approving your answer.

From that day on, he began to observe you more closely. He taught you more precisely, making sure to polish what he saw as a diamond in the rough.

By the time you were ten, you had already read more books on philosophy and psychology than most adults. You could recite whole verses from The Divine Comedy and discuss Dostoevsky's moral dilemmas effortlessly.

But what Hannibal was most proud of was your ability to adapt. At school, you played at being a common girl, sweet and polite. Teachers adored you, children sought you out. But at home, in the safety of his presence, you let your mask fall.

You didn't hide anything from him, Hannibal had raised you with respect and some form of "love." You respected him, trusted him, and loved him.

–"My dear. Do you have something to tell me?"

Hannibal held up a piece of cloth where you had kept the stuffed body of the colorful bird that one of Hannibal's "lovers" had given you.

–"I've seen several taxidermy videos and researched a lot on the subject"– you replied.

–"And that brings us to..."– he raised his eyebrow, intrigued to know your motives.

–"You're touching your Father's Day gift."

He was silent for a few seconds and then gave you back the dead animal, wondering what he would do now with the empty cage.

Hannibal and you talked every day, it was no secret to you where the meat you ate came from, so it was no secret to him either, your impulsive thoughts and the little (no) empathy you had.

When you turned 17 you wanted to surprise Hannibal, you had been accepted into one of the best universities in Europe, but you knew that was partly thanks to the reputation of 'Dr. Lecter'.

You wanted to surprise your father.

Hannibal noticed that you were different, you hid something from him and that scared him.

But he decided to give you your space, Hannibal was always on your side and you on his, you were a duo, father and daughter.

You couldn't just leave him like that.

He looked down on one of the teachers who made your life miserable and treated you badly.

It wouldn't matter if the chemistry teacher disappeared a quarter before you graduated, right?

But when he went hunting he didn't find him, the jerk was nowhere to be found, not at home, nor did he teach at school again.

But one night after dinner you smiled at him when he asked about his birthday present.

That cute smile you had, so adorable that only you possessed.

–"You'll see, you'll like it."

Then on his birthday you insisted that he go with you to the forest.

You were driving and turned on loud music, you didn't want him to hear what was in the trunk of the car.

–"Happy birthday, father!"– you smiled after showing him what you had saved for him.

It was the man Hannibal wanted to kill, this man was tied up and gagged. Still alive.

Oh wow. As smart as a lynx.

–"I could tell you were following him and I wanted to make a piece for you. I want you to see the process."– you smiled excitedly as you put on a plastic suit similar to the one your father wore and a hairnet.

It may have taken you two or three hours, but you did it.

You created beautiful art with that man. You changed his limbs into branches, you tore out his eyes and then put daisies in their sockets.

It seemed like someone had been planning this for weeks.

You were so clean, so spectacular.

And you still had that cute smile that melted the cannibal's heart. That sweet smile that reminded him of when you gave him the first drawing you made a week after he legally adopted you.

When you were done you took out the heart and put it in a cooler, you already had all the ingredients for today's dinner.

Hannibal was never as proud as he was until now. He took one last look at your art before he got back into the car.

The FBI would definitely have a lot of work tomorrow.

He felt so happy, he had a great daughter. He felt happy, happy that he had killed several social workers who wanted to refuse to give him custody of you. Happy that he had eliminated the school psychologists who discovered your little secret.

Happy that despite everything he did for you, it was confirmed that you would do it for him too.

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[winchesterwild78]

Behind the Scenes pt 1

Master List

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: anxiety, things heat up a little, language, not really-but light petting/smutish

A/N: You are newly hired on Supernatural. Your character was supposed to be a one and done but the fans loved you so they wrote you in the story. You were supposed to play Sam’s love interest, but things get complicated when you fall for someone behind the scenes. This is a work of fiction. No disrespect to Jensen or Jared or their families. *kinda a long chapter, just wanted to set up the story*

I edited this fast- please forgive any mistakes

This is my original work, do not take it.

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As you drove to the studio on your first day you were so nervous. You had been a fan of Supernatural for years and here you were getting ready to play a small part on this amazing show. You already knew your character was only going to appear in a few episodes but you didn’t care. You were excited to work with Jared, Misha and of course Jensen.

You pulled up to the gate and showed the security guard your ID. They welcomed you and told you where to park. When you pulled in the parking lot there was a man waiting for you. “Hey, you must be Y/N. I’m Carter and I’m a PA on the set. I’ll be helping you and showing you around.” He said extending his hand to you. “Hey, Carter. It’s really nice to meet you. Thanks. I’m a bit nervous.” You admitted. He smiled and told you not to be that everyone was so welcoming.

The two of you walked into a large building and were greeted by some other people. They were excited to see you. Someone handed you a script and told you this was the latest copy of what you were shooting today. Carter walked you to the hair/make up trailer and told you he’d be back with your wardrobe.

You walked in the trailer and Carter introduced you to the women in there. They were very sweet and welcoming. You sat in the first chair and the woman, Sarah started doing your makeup for your first scene. There was a loud sound from behind you and Sarah and the other woman, Cheyenne looked at each other and said “Uhoh. Here comes trouble” and laughed. You watched in the mirror as the door opened and saw Jared and Jensen walk in.

You sat still and instantly got nervous. The guys walked in and hugged Sarah and Cheyenne then their attention turned to you. Jared was first to speak. “You must be Y/N. It’s great to finally meet you.” He extended his hand. “I’d give you a hug but I see you’re busy” he said. “It’s nice to meet you too Jared. I’m looking forward to working with you.” You said offering a smile. Jensen stepped forward and his green eyes sparkled as he said hello. You smiled and said hello back. He extended his hand to shake yours and he held on a little longer than usual. Jared cleared his throat and Jensen let go.

You blushed as you looked away. Sarah finished with your makeup and Cheyenne asked you to come sit in her chair. You sat down and noticed Jensen watching you from the couch. Jared climbed in Sarah’s chair to get ready for the scene. Jensen sat watching every move you made and hung on every word you said.

“So Y/N, seems like our first scene together is today. Are you excited?”Jared asked. “Yeah. I read the rewrite this morning so I think I’m ready. I did read we had to kiss. Are you okay with that, what about your wife” You asked. “Yeah I’m good and so is she. Are you comfortable with it. We don’t have to do that scene today if you need more time” he said. “No, I’m okay. I just wanted to make sure you’re comfortable. You’re the one married.” You answered. Jared stood up and walked over to you and took your hand. “Hey, it’s okay. I appreciate your concern. It’s actually refreshing to have someone concerned about me and my family.”

Jensen smiled. He couldn’t help but smile at your genuine concern. You stood up and grabbed your clothes. “Thanks ladies. I look amazing” you said as you started to leave. They hugged you and smiled. Jared gave you a hug and told you he’d see you on set. Jensen just stood and smiled. You smiled at him and left heading towards your trailer.

You found your trailer and it was between Jensen’s and Jared’s. You smiled as you walked it. Your trailer was beautiful and had so many amenities. You changed into your wardrobe and grabbed the script. You sat on your couch reading over it.

Jensen and Jared were sitting in the hair and makeup trailer getting ready for their scenes. “Hey Jens, you okay man. You’ve been really quiet this morning” Jared nudged him. “Huh, oh yeah. Just thinking and getting my head in the game.” Jensen replied. “Hmm, okay man. Whatever you say” Jared smirked.

Carter knocked on your door and said they needed you on set. You walked out with him and arrived on the massive set. Everyone was excited to finally meet you and the director came over and introduced himself. You saw Jared and Jensen already on set and Jared walked over grabbing you into a big hug. Jensen still stood to the side. You were starting to wonder what you did that made him act like he was.

“Hey Y/N, you okay” Jared asked. “Yeah, just not sure if I upset Jensen or something. He hasn’t really spoken to me. Did I take this role from somebody he knows” you asked. “Oh no, I’m not sure what’s wrong with him, but I know you didn’t do anything wrong.” He said.

The director called for places and you, Jared and Jensen all got into your spots. “Action” the director called out. Jared crossed the room and began the dialogue. Jensen was in character too. Your character was a young woman who the brothers saved from a vampire nest. You were grateful for the rescue so you kiss Sam. After some retakes it was time to shoot the kissing scene. Before action was called Jared asked if you were ready and you shook your head.

“Sam I have no idea how to thank you. I honestly thought I was going to die. Thank you” you said as you stood on your toes and kissed him. He deepened the kiss and you melted in his arms. “And cut, that’s a wrap for the day everyone. Remember we have an early call tomorrow.” you heard the director say. Jared helped you stand and squeezed your arm. “You did great, Y/N”. He said with a smile. You thanked him and started to leave the set.

You walked to your trailer and sat down for a minute. You felt like your first day went really good but you couldn’t shake the feeling you did something to upset Jensen.

You tried to brush it off but you couldn’t figure it out. You stood up and headed for the shower. You carefully took off your clothes and placed them on the bed. You jumped in the shower and were amazed by the shower pressure. Once you were done you put on some comfy clothes and laid on the couch. You decided since you had an early call you’d just spend the night in your trailer.

You turned on the television and put on some random show for background noise. You scrolled through social media and saw you had some new friend requests from the cast and crew. Your heart leaped when you saw one from Jensen. There was a soft knock on the door. You stood up and opened the door to see Jensen standing there. You smiled and he smiled back. “Hey Y/N, can I come in” he asked. You stepped to the side and nodded.

When he walked past, you smelled his cologne and it was intoxicating. He sat down on the couch and you sat beside him. “So, what’s on your mind Jensen” you asked. “I wanted to apologize if I came across as rude today. That wasn’t my intention. If I’m being honest I was kind of in awe of you. I couldn’t find the words” he confessed. “You were in awe of me” you asked. “Yeah, you were genuinely concerned about Jared and Gen and how they were going to handle the kissing scene. I’ve never met anyone like you. And you’re really beautiful” Jensen admitted. You smiled and blushed. “Thank you, Jensen. That means a lot to me.”

“So how did you feel about your first day and kissing that moose” Jensen chuckled. “I think it went pretty good. It was difficult standing on my toes trying to kiss him, he’s so dang tall. How does Gen do it.” You laughed. “Maybe next time we should be sitting.”

Something in the air changed. It felt like the room was filled with an electric charge. Jensen locked eyes with you and you couldn’t look away. His hand brushed against your face to slide a stray hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch. His hand slowly brushed your cheek and as his hand slid down to your chin fire erupted on your skin. Jensen lifted your chin and leaned in. You leaned forward into his space. You could smell his woodsy cologne and mint gum. It was intoxicating.

The two of you were inches apart and all you could hear was the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Your breath hitched as Jensen’s lips were inches from yours. Your hot breath mingling with his. He whispers “can I kiss you?” Words failed you. All you were able to do was nod yes. His lips fell on yours and you melted. The kiss was soft and sweet. You felt Jensen run his fingers into your hair and he pulled you closer deepening the kiss. His tongue ran across your lips asking for entry. You parted your lips and your tongues began an intricate dance of dominance. You moaned into his mouth and he smiled. As the kiss continued your hands ran over each other’s bodies.

When you two pulled away to catch your breath you both were panting. You’ve deemed about kissing him for years, but this was so much better than any fantasy you’ve had. You looked at Jensen and smiled. He ran his hands through his hair and bit his lip. “Um, I uh should go” he said as he stood. You were shocked. What the hell just happened. “Oh, yeah okay. I uh need to sleep too. We have an early call” you said trying to hold back emotions.

Jensen looked at you and you swear he was about to say something but he turned and walked towards the door. You stood there dumbfounded. As his hand grabbed the door he whispered “good night Y/N” then left. You stood there with your fingers on your lips feeling the ghost of his kiss.

Jensen went to his trailer and sat on the couch with his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe he kissed you. He wanted to but damn you just started and he didn’t want to screw anything up. He let out a frustrated sigh and climbed into his bed. He stared at the ceiling thinking about you and how he hopes he didn’t screw anything up.

You crawled into your bed and stared at the ceiling too. Playing over and over again the kiss and how he felt in your arms. Why did he kiss you and then leave so quickly. He’d been acting strange all day and this was your first day. How would the rest of the shooting days go. Ugh! You sighed loudly and stared at the ceiling until exhaustion took over.

Jensen sent Jared a text:

Jensen: Jared I screwed up. I kissed her

Jared: you kissed who? Y/N?

Jensen: Yeah. I went to apologize for being rude and I swear I was pulled to her like a magnet. I don’t know what came over me. Then I stood up and left like a fucking coward.

Jared: Damn man, sounds like you’ve got it bad. Please fix this before it gets bad. She’s great and I think she’s going to be great for the show. I’m all for you being with her, but damn dude. The first day?!?!

Jensen: Yeah I know. I guess I should talk to her tomorrow. It’s too late. I’m sure she’s asleep.

Jared: take her coffee in the morning and talk to her. Night man

Jensen: great idea. Night.

Your alarm went off early and you groaned as you turned it off. You set your alarm early so you had time to shower, grab some breakfast and relax before heading to set. You knew craft service was there early so you didn’t have to go far for breakfast. You jumped in the shower and got dressed. As you’re brushing your hair you hear a soft knock on the door. “Just a second” you said as you walked to the door.

You opened the door to see Jensen standing there with coffee and a hesitant smile. You looked at him and stepped to the side. Letting him come in. “Hey Y/N, I wanted to talk to you about last night.” He said hesitantly. You motioned to the couch and you both sat down. “I got you a coffee. Figured you’d need one with such an early morning.” “Thank you, Jensen. I didn’t sleep well so this means a lot.” You said taking the coffee.

“So what did you want to talk about” you asked nervously. “I wanted to apologize for leaving like I did last night. There isn’t a good reason for why I did that. I have to tell you from the moment I saw you I was drawn to you. Then I kissed you and what I felt scared the hell out of me. I just met you and I want you to be mine. I want to get to know you and see where this leads” Jensen said taking your hand.

You smiled and said “I’d like that too, Jensen. When you kissed me last night it was a dream come true. I feel drawn to you too, but I’m scared. You’re Jensen Ackles and could have any woman you wanted. When you kissed me I thought it was a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. I’m willing to take this slow if you want to.”

“Yes, Y/N. I want to, I want you. Let’s take it slow and see where this leads. We should keep this between us for now. I don’t want too many opinions in this relationship. Jared kinda knows I like you and I kissed you, but that’s it.” Jensen said.

“Okay. Let’s take it slow and keep it between us for now.” You smiled. He leaned in and whispered “I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. Can I kiss you again?” You smiled and nodded yes. Jensen ran his fingers in your hair and pulled you closer. His lips landed on yours in a soft kiss. Your tongue licked his lips asking for entry and he parted his lips. You both deepened the kiss and it grew passionate. His hands were running down your body and your hands found his hair. Moans left your mouth as his hands brushed against your breasts. Jensen pulled you into his lap as he kissed you. Your legs straddling his lap and your heat feeling his growing bulge.

Jensen shifted and his hardness pushed into you. He groaned and so did you. God he felt so big. You both pulled away panting for air and your cheeks flushed with desire. There is no fucking way you two are going to be able to take this slow with his body being so damn gorgeous. You bit your lower lip and pushed off of him and stood.

“We need to stop Jensen. I’m not sure I can control myself if we continue.” Your voice dripping with desire. “Yeah, I know. I’d love to see what’s under that shirt and in those jeans.” He practically growled. “Damn, Ackles. You can’t say stuff like that to me before I shoot a make out scene with Jared” you laughed. He chuckled but there was something behind it. You weren’t sure what it was.

He kissed you one last time and you thanked him for the coffee. He left and you went to grab some food before heading to makeup and hair. Jared was sitting at the table eating and he stood up when he saw you. “Hey Y/N, how’d you sleep” he asked pulling you into a hug. “Okay, not the best but I had things on my mind” you said. “Yeah. Hopefully he got his head out of his ass” Jared whispered as he nudged you. You shook your head yes as you smiled.

The day went by pretty quickly. The scenes you shot with the guys were pretty easy. As the day progressed you knew the make out scene was coming up. Jensen had been acting kinda weird this afternoon as the scene approached. You just brushed it off trying to focus on the scene.

“Okay, Jared and Y/N let’s get ready for your characters confession of their feelings and make out scene. You okay with that Y/N” the director asked. You shook your head yes. Jared wanted to make sure you were comfortable with every part of the scene and you told him you were.

You noticed Jensen standing off to the side behind the camera as you and Jared took your marks. “Quiet on set, and Action” the director yelled. “Hey Sam, I think we should talk” you said. “Yeah. I agree Lilah. I really want to see where this goes between us. I really like you and I think we could make it work” Sam said. “I think so too, Sam.” You said with a smile. He kissed you and ran his hands in your hair. You moaned into his kiss and his hands started to run up and down your body. Sam (Jared) pulled you down onto his lap and your legs straddled him. You couldn’t help but think about Jensen in that moment. You stiffened and Jared leaned forward and whispered into your ear if you were okay. You whispered yes back. Jared started kissing you as you moaned Sam’s name and he moaned Lilah’s. He removed your shirt and kissed down your body.

Your back was to the camera so you didn’t see Jensen’s jaw clenching. He was getting angry seeing his best friend kissing and making out with you. He kept telling himself it was your characters not you but it wasn’t helping. He stormed out of the room. Not long after the direct called cut. Jared helped you grab your shirt and stand up.

“Great take guys. That’s a wrap for today” the director said. “Hey Jared, where did Jensen go” you asked. “Hmm maybe his trailer” he said. You walked towards your trailer to change and as you got to your door Jensen’s trailer door flung open. You jumped and looked at him. He looked pissed. “Hey Jensen, you okay” you asked. “No I’m not” he practically growled and kept walking. “Jensen, what’s wrong. Did I do something” you asked trying to get him to stop. “Look, I like you, but I’m not sure this is going to work out.” He said as he kept walking. You stood completely shocked. You then went after him. “Jensen, stop. Talk to me. It wasn’t even a few hours ago you said you wanted to see where this thing went and now you’re throwing in the towel. What the hell happened” you demanded. He looked at you scoffed and climbed in his car driving off.

Wow, okay. You thought. Fuck this you said and walked to your trailer. You changed and left the set for the day. You had a few days off before your next call day. So you decided to head back to your apartment. Hopefully you’d get some answers soon.

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[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 30/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, age gap, angst, fluff

Word Count: 7782

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

A while later, Jensen stepped behind Danneel into her hotel room, feeling the weight of the evening bearing down on him. He was tired—tired of the endless back and forth, tired of the emotional tug-of-war, and tired of pretending that things were okay when they clearly weren’t. But before he could dwell too long on his weariness, he heard the familiar patter of small feet and a chorus of excited voices.

"Dad!", JJ and the twins shot toward him, their faces lighting up with excitement the moment they spotted him. Instantly, Jensen’s exhaustion melted away as his kids wrapped their arms around his legs and torso, jumping up to hug him. He knelt down, scooping them up into his arms as best as he could, grinning despite everything.

“Hey, hey!”, Jensen laughed, hugging them tightly. “I missed you guys”.

JJ was the first to pull back, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. “We missed you too, Dad! We were waiting forever!”, she exaggerated, her hands gesturing wildly, as if they’d been waiting hours longer than they actually had.

“Forever, huh?”, Jensen teased, ruffling her hair. “Well, I’m here now”.

The twins clung to him, babbling over each other about their day, their toys, and everything he had missed while he had been with Danneel. His heart swelled with love for them, the stress of the evening fading into the background. For these few moments, it was just him and his kids—no tension, no arguments, no looming decisions. Just them.

Danneel stood by the door, watching the reunion with a quiet expression. She didn’t interrupt, giving him this moment with the kids, and for once, Jensen was grateful. It wasn’t often that they had moments of peace like this, and he wasn’t about to let anything spoil it.

After a few minutes, Jensen stood up, his kids still clinging to him. “So”, he said, looking around the room, “what’s the plan for the rest of the night? What have you guys been up to?”.

JJ’s face lit up as she tugged at his arm. “We were watching a movie, but we can start over since you’re here now! Please?”.

Jensen chuckled, glancing at Danneel, who shrugged slightly, as if to say, it’s your call.

“Sure, why not?”, he said, turning back to his kids. “Let’s watch it together”.

They scrambled back toward the couch, the twins chattering excitedly as JJ grabbed the remote to restart the movie. Jensen settled onto the couch, pulling them close as they nestled against him, their energy contagious.

For a brief moment, as the movie started playing, everything felt… normal. Like they were just a family enjoying a movie, without the weight of divorce and custody hanging over them. Jensen allowed himself to relax, to be present in this moment with his kids, knowing that this was what it was all for—the long hours, the hard conversations, the compromises. It was for them, to make sure they had this stability.

Danneel sat down across from them, her expression still neutral but less sharp than earlier. She didn’t say much, just watched the movie quietly, letting the evening play out in peace.

Meanwhile, you sat with Jared and Misha at a quiet bar tucked away in a corner, the low hum of conversation around you barely registering in your mind. Dinner had finished over an hour ago, and the three of you had decided to stick around for drinks, waiting for any sign from Jensen. But as time dragged on, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his absence pressing down on you.

Jared was watching you closely, noticing your distant gaze as you stared blankly at the condensation on your glass. He leaned forward and gently shoved your drink closer to you, offering a small, encouraging smile. “You’re gonna want to finish that before it gets warm”, he teased lightly, though you could hear the concern in his voice.

Misha, sipping on his cocktail, shot Jared a glance before turning his attention to you. “You okay?”, he asked, his tone softer than usual, as if he could sense the tension building inside you.

You forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine”, you replied, though your heart wasn’t in it. The truth was, you weren’t fine. It had been hours, and there was still no word from Jensen. You knew he was with Danneel and the kids, that this was important, but the uncertainty was starting to wear on you. You tried not to let it show, not wanting to come off as clingy or unreasonable, but the waiting was harder than you’d expected.

Jared raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Look, I know this isn’t exactly how you pictured the night going”, he said, leaning back in his chair, “but you know how it is with the kids. They’re probably watching some Disney movie, and Jensen’s caught up in it”.

Misha nodded in agreement, setting his glass down. “Yeah, I mean, if he’s with the kids, that’s all the explanation you need. He probably got sucked into ‘Frozen’ or ‘Toy Story’ and lost track of time”.

You let out a soft laugh at Misha’s joke, knowing that he was probably right. “Yeah, you’re probably right”, you said, your voice a little lighter now.

Jared, sensing that you needed a distraction, leaned in closer. “Look, I know it’s hard, but trust me—Jensen’s all in with you. He’s dealing with a lot right now, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgetting about you”.

You glanced at Jared, appreciating his attempt to ease your mind, but a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little restless. “I know he is”, you replied, sighing softly. “It’s just… I hate waiting around like this, not knowing what’s going on”.

Misha offered you a reassuring smile. “It’s understandable. But you know Jensen—if something was wrong, he’d let you know. He’s probably just caught up with the kids, and that’s something we can’t fault him for”.

You nodded, knowing they were both right. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Jensen or his commitment to you—it was just the limbo that made you uneasy. You wanted to hear from him, to know that everything was okay, and that the evening hadn’t turned into some drawn-out confrontation with Danneel. But as the minutes ticked by, you tried to push those worries to the back of your mind.

“He’ll be here soon. In the meantime, let’s finish these drinks and try not to stress, yeah?”.

You smiled gratefully at Jared, feeling a little more grounded. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, guys”.

Misha grinned, lifting his glass. “To patience, then”, he said, raising a toast.

You clinked your glass with theirs, taking a sip of your drink, trying to let yourself relax. Even though Jensen hadn’t called yet, you reminded yourself that he was likely caught up with his kids, just as Jared and Misha had said. He’d be there soon.

What you didn’t know was that, at that very moment, Jensen had fallen asleep on the couch with his kids curled up beside him. He hadn’t meant to, but after the long day and the emotional exhaustion of dealing with Danneel, the warmth and comfort of having his kids close had lulled him into a deep sleep. For now, he was completely unaware of the time that had passed, unaware that you were waiting for him.

Eventually, Jared and Misha walked you back to your hotel room, both trying to lift your spirits as best they could. They had been great company all evening, but as the hours dragged on and there was still no word from Jensen, your unease had grown. You’d texted him a few times, just to let him know where you were, hoping for some sort of response—anything to indicate he hadn’t forgotten. But still, nothing.

“He’ll probably be here any minute”, Jared reassured you with a confident smile, even though the clock was ticking later than anyone had expected.

Misha nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he’s probably feeling guilty right now for not checking his phone. He’s going to show up, don’t worry”.

You smiled at them, appreciating the support, but the anxious knot in your stomach had only tightened. “I hope so. Thanks, you guys, for tonight. I know it wasn’t the plan”.

“Anytime”, Jared said, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Get some rest, and Jensen will be knocking at your door before you know it”.

Misha added with a wink, “If not, just send me after him”.

You managed a soft chuckle at that, but deep down, you were more worried than amused. You bid them both goodnight and entered your room, closing the door softly behind you. The room felt too quiet now, the air thick with uncertainty. You paced for a bit, checking your phone again—still no response. You sighed, trying to push the unease aside, but the silence on the other end felt heavy.

Meanwhile, back in Danneel’s hotel room, Jensen and the kids were still fast asleep. Jensen’s body slouched slightly on the couch, his kids curled up beside him, their small arms wrapped around him in peaceful slumber. His phone, placed precariously between his legs, had vibrated several times throughout the evening, but he hadn’t stirred. The exhaustion from the day had knocked him out cold, completely unaware of the missed messages and calls.

Danneel, however, wasn’t asleep. She lay in her bed across the room, watching the scene unfold. She had been awake for a while, her thoughts swirling. Watching Jensen sleep with the kids, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something—jealousy, resentment, or maybe just a reminder of what they had lost. But as the phone continued to vibrate in his lap, her curiosity grew.

With a glance at Jensen to make sure he was still out cold, Danneel quietly slipped out of bed and padded over to the couch. The phone buzzed again, lighting up briefly as it vibrated against the fabric of his jeans. She leaned over, careful not to wake him or the kids, and caught a glimpse of the screen. Though the phone was locked, one thing was clear: your name kept flashing with every new notification. Three missed messages from Y/N.

Danneel’s eyes narrowed as she straightened up, her mind racing. She had never heard your name before in the context of Jensen, not in any conversation, not even as a passing mention.

Danneel’s curiosity only deepened as she stared at Jensen’s phone, your name flashing on the screen like a beacon. She had pieced together enough to know you were important to Jensen, but not knowing exactly who you were was driving her mad. The phone was locked, so there was no easy way for her to get the information she was dying to uncover—a picture, a detail, something that would help her put a face to the name.

Frustrated but unwilling to risk waking Jensen or the kids, Danneel silently slipped back to her bed, her mind racing. Who were you? How long had this been going on, and why hadn’t she known about it sooner? Jensen was a private person, but this was different. He’d hidden you well, but now that she knew your name, it felt like a key to unraveling everything.

Lying there in the dark, she couldn’t shake the urge to know more. She wanted to see what kind of woman Jensen had chosen after her, someone who had clearly been important enough to text him multiple times late into the night. What did you look like? Were you younger? Prettier? Someone more… her type?

A part of her burned with jealousy—whether it was toward Jensen for moving on or toward you for stepping into a life she once controlled, she wasn’t sure. But the feeling gnawed at her, pulling her into thoughts she hadn’t allowed herself to fully acknowledge. Was she just bitter because she couldn’t keep things together with Jensen? Or was it that seeing him with someone new made her face a reality she wasn’t ready for?

Danneel glanced back over at Jensen. It was a peaceful scene, one that reminded her of how things used to be when they were still a family, before everything had fallen apart. But now, with your name in the picture, she couldn’t help but feel like an outsider to that peace—like she had been replaced.

She knew there was no way she’d get anything out of his phone tonight, but she wasn’t done. She’d find a way to learn more about you, to see who this woman was who had apparently captured Jensen’s attention. Danneel wasn’t the kind to sit back and let things unfold without her knowing the full story.

For now, she had to be patient. She lay back down, though her mind refused to quiet. The knowledge that Jensen had someone else, that you were out there waiting for him, only added to the mess in her head. As she stared at the ceiling, she made a quiet promise to herself: she would find out more about you.

She wasn’t going to let this go.

Back in your hotel room, the silence was deafening. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at your phone, hoping for some kind of response. You had texted Jensen multiple times, your worry building with each unanswered message.

Why hadn’t Jensen responded? Even a quick message, just to let you know he was okay, would have been enough. You tried not to let your mind wander too far into negative territory, but it was hard not to wonder if something was wrong—or if there was more to the situation with Danneel than he had let on.

With a deep sigh, you set your phone on the nightstand, trying to convince yourself to get some rest. Jensen would explain everything when he could. He was with his kids, and that was important. But as you lay there, the uncertainty gnawed at you, making sleep feel like a distant possibility.

You pulled the blanket up, staring at the ceiling in the dim light, your mind racing with thoughts you wished you could quiet. You wanted to trust that everything was okay, but as the hours ticked by, you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that something had shifted. Something you didn’t yet understand.

It wasn’t until Arrow padded across the room, her little voice mumbling something about needing to pee, that Jensen stirred from his deep sleep. Groggily, he blinked his eyes open, the soft glow from the hotel room barely illuminating the space around him. The weight of JJ was still pressed against his side, her head resting on his arm. He glanced over and saw Danneel fast asleep in the big hotel bed, Zeppelin curled up beside her, oblivious to the world.

Jensen rubbed his face with his free hand, the fog of sleep slowly lifting. That’s when he noticed his phone, still wedged between his legs. His eyes widened as he saw the screen light up with missed messages from you.

“Fuck”, he cursed under his breath, the realization hitting him all at once.

It was 3 in the morning.

Arrow, too sleepy to notice his dad’s panic, shuffled into the bathroom, leaving Jensen alone in the quiet room with the weight of the situation crashing down on him. He felt a pang of guilt ripple through him—he hadn’t meant to fall asleep. The plan had been to check on the kids, spend a bit of time with them, and then head out to meet you. But now, hours had passed, and you’d been left waiting.

Carefully, he adjusted JJ, making sure not to wake her as he reached for his phone. The missed calls and messages stared back at him like a silent reprimand. You had texted him multiple times, probably wondering where he was and why he hadn’t responded. His heart sank as he scrolled through them:

You: Hey, just wanted to check in and see how things are going with the kids. You: We’re heading back to the hotel now. You: Is everything okay? Let me know when you get a chance. You: I’m starting to get worried. Haven’t heard from you. Please text me.

Jensen’s heart clenched at the last one. You must have been worried sick, wondering why he hadn’t responded. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself for letting things get this far. His mind raced with how he was going to explain the situation to you. You knew he’d been with the kids, but this wasn’t what he’d planned. And now, it was 3 a.m., and he wasn’t even sure if you were still awake.

He shot a quick glance toward Danneel, who was still sound asleep, and sighed. This whole night had gone sideways. Trying to move as quietly as possible, Jensen extricated himself from JJ’s sleeping form, laying her gently on the couch before grabbing his phone. He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door softly behind him to avoid waking anyone up.

Standing there in the dim light of the hallway, he tapped out a quick text to you:

Jensen: I’m so sorry. I fell asleep with the kids. Just woke up now. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging like this. I’ll explain everything, but I wanted you to know I’m okay.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if you were even awake to read the message, but he hit send anyway. It was the least

But you were already asleep, your phone lying untouched on the nightstand, its screen dark and silent. Jensen quietly gathered his things, careful not to wake the kids, who were already fast asleep again. Arrow had climbed back onto the couch beside JJ, their small bodies curled together in peaceful slumber.

Jensen cast a quick glance at Danneel, still sleeping soundly in the large hotel bed, and decided not to linger. There was nothing left to say to her tonight. He slipped out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. His mind was focused now—he needed to get to you, explain everything, and apologize for leaving you in the dark for so long.

As soon as he was outside, the cold air hit him, waking him up a little more. He quickly pulled out his phone, dialing for a taxi. The streets were quiet at this hour, with only a few cars passing by. It didn’t take long for the cab to arrive, and Jensen slipped into the back seat, giving the driver the name of your hotel.

He leaned back against the seat, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

The taxi ride felt longer than it was, the silence in the car giving Jensen too much time to think. His mind wandered, filled with guilt for how the night had unfolded. He could only hope that you’d understand once he explained the situation. He wasn’t the type to leave you hanging, and tonight had been an exception—one he hadn’t anticipated but would make sure didn’t happen again.

When the taxi pulled up outside your hotel, Jensen paid the driver quickly and hurried inside, making his way to the elevator. His steps were quick but quiet as he reached the door to your room.

Jensen stood outside the door to your hotel room, the keycard in his hand, hesitating for a moment. He let out a soft sigh, his shoulders heavy with guilt. He hadn’t meant for the night to turn out this way, and now here he was, creeping in hours later, hoping you’d understand. He swiped the card through the lock and quietly stepped inside, careful not to make any noise.

The room was dim, the soft glow from the streetlights outside casting a faint light across the bed where you lay, curled up in the blankets. You were fast asleep, your breathing soft and even. Jensen paused, watching you for a moment, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he’d let you down tonight.

There were still two hours before his alarm would go off for the second day of the convention. Quietly, Jensen moved to the corner of the room and began to undress. He peeled off his jacket and shirt, setting them on the chair by the desk. His eyes never strayed far from you, the sight of you so peaceful in sleep only deepening his guilt. He wanted to wake you, to apologize and explain, but he couldn’t bring himself to disturb you.

As he slipped out of his jeans, he moved quietly to the edge of the bed, sitting down gently beside you. For a moment, he just watched you, his heart aching. He reached out, carefully brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

As you felt his touch, your eyes fluttered open, blinking heavily as the haze of sleep slowly lifted. It took a moment for you to realize what was happening, your mind still fuzzy with tiredness. You blinked again, and in the dim light of the room, you saw him—Jensen, sitting beside you, his expression etched with guilt and exhaustion.

“Hey”, you whispered, your voice thick with sleep as you tried to gather your bearings. “What time is it?”.

Jensen sighed softly, his hand still resting near your face. “It’s late. A little after three”, he admitted, his voice low and apologetic.

You blinked a few more times, your brain slowly processing the situation. You had fallen asleep waiting for him, unsure of what had happened or why he hadn’t shown up or answered your messages. Now here he was, hours later, looking as guilty as you’d ever seen him.

“You’re just getting in?”, you asked softly, your voice gentle but carrying a hint of the hurt you were feeling.

Jensen nodded, his hand moving to lightly touch your shoulder. “Yeah. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for things to go like this. I…I fell asleep with the kids”, he said, his tone full of regret. “I should’ve texted you earlier, but everything with Danneel and the kids just…it got overwhelming, and then I was out cold”.

You sighed, shifting slightly in bed so you could face him more fully. You weren’t angry, not really. More than anything, you were relieved to see him, to hear him explain. But the lingering feeling of being left in the dark still stung.

"I was worried”, you mumbled softly, pulling the blanket up to cover yourself a little more, almost as if it could shield you from the vulnerability you were feeling. You hated the wave of emotion that came with it—the uncertainty, the waiting, the hurt. You felt stupid for staying up, waiting all evening, and now that he was finally here, the mixture of relief and frustration sat heavy in your chest.

Jensen’s heart twisted as he watched you, the disappointment in your eyes cutting deeper than he expected. He knew he’d messed up. He knew how much his silence must have weighed on you, and seeing you like this made him feel even worse.

“I know”, he murmured, his voice low and filled with regret. His hand gently cupped your cheek, thumb tracing lightly along your skin. “I should have been here. I didn’t mean to leave you waiting, and I’m sorry I made you feel like that”.

You nodded slightly, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling. “I just… I felt stupid, you know? Waiting around, not when you were coming”.

Jensen’s chest tightened at your words. He hated that you felt that way. More than anything, he wanted to make it right, to show you how much you meant to him. The urge to close the space between you, to kiss you, and make you feel loved and secure overwhelmed him in that moment.

Without thinking, Jensen leaned down, his lips brushing yours softly at first, then deeper as if he could pour all his apologies and emotions into that kiss. His hand slipped to the back of your neck, holding you gently but with an intensity that conveyed everything he couldn’t put into words. He wanted you to feel how much you mattered to him, how much you meant.

You kissed him back, hesitantly at first, but the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in the kiss began to chip away at the frustration you had felt. The connection between you two was undeniable, even through the mess of emotions. Slowly, you melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Jensen’s hands moved slowly, gently, as he deepened the kiss, his fingertips lightly brushing over your skin. The warmth of his touch sent a soft shiver down your spine, and despite the lingering frustration from earlier, you couldn’t help but let yourself sink into the moment. The intensity of his kiss, the way his hands moved with care and reverence, slowly began to erase the hurt you’d felt.

His hand slid down to the blanket you had pulled up around yourself, and with a gentle tug, he pushed it aside, revealing your body clad only in a thin thong and a small, fitted top. His breath hitched slightly at the sight of you, his eyes darkening with both desire and tenderness. For a moment, he just looked at you, taking in the way your body curved beneath him, but it wasn’t just lust in his gaze—it was something deeper, something that spoke to how much he wanted to make things right between you.

"God", he whispered softly, his voice thick with emotion as his hand trailed along your side, brushing against the exposed skin of your waist. "You’re so beautiful".

His touch was slow and deliberate, as though he was trying to remind you of how much you meant to him with every stroke of his hand. He leaned down, kissing you again—this time slower, more purposeful—as his hands continued to explore your body with the same delicate care. His fingers traced the line of your hip, slipping under the edge of your top, his touch warm against your skin.

You let out a soft sigh against his lips, your body reacting to the warmth of his closeness, the intimacy of the moment drawing you in further. The lingering hurt you’d felt began to melt away with each tender touch, each gentle kiss. Jensen’s hands moved to lift your top, sliding it up and over your head before tossing it aside. His gaze roamed over you, filled with both admiration and guilt, as if he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be here with you, despite how he’d messed up.

He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone, then lower, trailing down the center of your chest as his hands continued to caress your sides, pulling you even closer to him. Every touch, every kiss was an unspoken apology, a silent promise that he was here, fully present with you now.

You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as his lips explored your skin. The earlier frustration was gone now, replaced by the intensity of the connection you shared with him since day one. Jensen’s hand slipped lower, tracing the curve of your hip, pulling you tighter against him.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting yours, his breath coming a little heavier now. "I love you", he whispered, his voice raw and sincere, as though he needed you to know it in this moment, needed you to feel how much you meant to him.

"I love you too", you whispered back, your hand still resting in his hair, tugging him gently back toward you. You pulled him into another deep, lingering kiss, and in that moment, all the worry and hurt from earlier faded, leaving only the warmth and closeness of being with him.

Jensen’s lips moved softly against your skin, the warmth of each kiss sending shivers through you. As he kissed down your body, his breath grew heavier, but so did the emotion behind his every touch. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he paused, resting his forehead gently against your lower stomach.

“I’m sorry”, he murmured, his voice thick with regret. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t important… like you didn’t matter. You mean everything to me”. His lips brushed lightly over your skin again, soft and reverent.

The sincerity in his words cut through the haze of intimacy, grounding the moment in something deeper. It wasn’t just about desire—this was Jensen trying to make amends, to show you how deeply he cared for you beyond just physical attraction. His hands moved gently along your thighs, gripping softly but with a tenderness that matched his words.

“I never want to hurt you”, he whispered, looking up at you, his fingers gently tracing the outline of your waistband. “I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere”.

Your heart clenched at his words, and you could see how much he meant it. His guilt, his need to make things right, it all reflected in the way he touched you, like he was pouring every ounce of love he had into each movement. His fingers slowly dipped under the waistband of your panties, and he kissed your hips softly, as though asking for permission, waiting for your approval before moving any further.

You let out a soft breath, running your fingers through his hair, gently urging him on. “I know, Jensen”, you whispered, your voice filled with affection and reassurance. “I trust you”.

That seemed to be all the reassurance he needed. Jensen kissed you again, lower this time, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your panties. His hands moved deliberately, carefully sliding them down your hips, his eyes never leaving yours as he did.

Jensen’s actions were deliberate and filled with the sincerity of his earlier words. This wasn’t just about physical intimacy; it was his way of bridging the emotional gap.

As he gently spread your legs more, allowing himself to get comfortable between them, his eyes never left yours. The vulnerability in his gaze mirrored your own, creating a deep connection that went beyond the physical. It was as if, in this moment, all the frustration, the waiting, and the uncertainty were melting away, leaving only the raw, genuine affection you both shared.

“You mean everything to me”, Jensen whispered again, his voice barely audible but filled with unwavering conviction. “I don’t want to lose you. Not like this”.

This was how he expressed the depth of his emotions, how he communicated the things he struggled to say with words. You knew him well enough by now to understand that moments like these were his way of showing just how much you meant to him, even if the way he went about it was slightly unconventional—maybe even a little twisted.

You bit your lip, feeling the warmth of his body and the intensity of his gaze. There was no denying the connection between you, the way his every touch seemed to erase the distance that had built up over the evening. The frustration, the worry—they were dissolving, replaced by the unspoken promise that he was here, fully present, and committed to making things right.

“Jensen…”, you whispered, unsure of how to put into words the mix of emotions swirling inside you. It wasn’t just the relief of him being there; it was the reassurance that, despite everything, he truly did appreciate and care for you. You could feel it in every kiss, in every touch.

Jensen’s lips moved with deliberate tenderness, pressing softly against your most intimate spot. The warmth of his kiss sent a rush of sensations through you, blending seamlessly with the lingering emotions of the evening.

You let out a soft sigh, the mixture of relief and desire swirling within you. The earlier frustrations and worries seemed to dissolve under the sincerity of his actions.

Your hands ran through his hair, pressing him softly closer as he dipped his tongue gently, pressing it flat against your clit.

You moaned quietly, the sound a soft affirmation of the connection you both were rekindling. Jensen responded by pulling you closer, his hands gently resting on your hipbones, guiding you into a more intimate embrace.

Jensen’s tongue moved with deliberate patience, his movements slow and intentional as he began to explore your most intimate spot. Each gentle lick was accompanied by a soft murmur of apology and affection, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt a warm flush spread through your body, the earlier frustrations and worries melting away more and more under the soothing rhythm of his touch.

Jensen’s hands moved gently along your thighs, his touch both comforting and electrifying. He was attuned to your responses, adjusting his movements to ensure your pleasure. Every lick was slow and deliberate, each one building anticipation and deepening the intimacy between you.

As his actions intensified, the passion overwhelmed your senses. With a breathless whisper, you guided him upwards, your hands trembling slightly as you pulled him closer. He understood your unspoken request instantly; his movements synchronized with your desires as he pushed his boxershorts down, freeing himself.

The moment his lips met yours, the intensity escalated. The taste of yourself on his lips heightened the experience, blurring the lines between your separate existences. As he positioned himself at your entrance, you both paused, sharing a look. Then, with a gentle thrust, he eased inside of you, the depth of his penetration making you cry out softly against his lips. The sensation was overwhelming yet perfect, filling you completely in one fluid motion.

Jensen’s movements were slow, almost reverent, as he began to move within you. Each thrust was measured, designed to bring pleasure and express his apologies and promises non-verbally. His hands, previously tracing paths along your thighs, now cradled your face and ran through your hair, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss that mirrored the rhythm of his movements.

"I love you”, Jensen mumbled into the kiss, his voice low and filled with emotion. His hand gripped your hip firmly, holding you in place as his thrusts became slightly rougher, each movement still deeply reverent but now driven by a growing intensity.

Your response was a soft moan into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him even closer if possible. The way he said those words, with such profound sincerity, made your heart swell within your chest. It wasn’t just a declaration; it was a reaffirmation of everything he felt, everything he wanted to make up to you.

The sound of your combined breaths filled the room. You could feel every inch of him, every pulse and throb as he moved within you, each thrust meeting a need you hadn’t voiced but he had understood.

The intensity of the moment built with each passing second, the room echoing with the sound of your bodies coming together. His free hand wandered up to caress your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw as he looked into your eyes. The connection was palpable, a raw and unguarded exchange of emotions that spoke louder than words could.

“You mean everything to me”, Jensen breathed out, each word punctuated by a deep thrust that sent waves of pleasure radiating through you. His gaze held yours, locked in a moment of complete vulnerability and trust.

As Jensen’s movements became even more focused, each thrust seemed to hit just the right spot inside you, his tip brushing against your G-spot with a precision that left you breathless. The intensity of his actions brought waves of pleasure that coursed through your body. His name escaped your lips in a loud moan, the sound filling the room, mingling with the rhythmic sounds of your unity.

Feeling you clench around him, Jensen’s breath hitched, his movements momentarily faltering as he shuddered with the sensations.

Jensen’s hand, which had been caressing your cheek, moved to entwine his fingers with yours, holding them beside your head on the pillow, anchoring you to the moment, to him.

"Look at me”, Jensen urged gently, his voice low and intense. He squeezed your intertwined hands, while his other arm supported him, keeping him elevated just above you. His gaze was unwavering, filled with a mix of raw desire and deep affection, inviting you to connect not just physically, but soulfully as well.

You met his gaze, locking eyes with him as he continued his deliberate, focused movements. The depth of emotion you saw reflected back at you amplified the sensations rippling through your body. In his eyes, you saw not just the physical pleasure, but a profound commitment and an open vulnerability that he shared only with you.

As Jensen maintained eye contact, his thrusts remained slow and measured, each one driving deeper. The intensity of his gaze, coupled with the depth of his strokes, created a crescendo of sensations that threatened to overwhelm you.

“Stay with me”, he breathed, almost as a whisper, as if he was sharing a secret that only you could understand. This simple plea was laden with meaning, reinforcing his desire to remain connected in every way possible.

Your response was a breathless nod.

His gaze drifted momentarily to your chest, watching the subtle movements synchronized with his thrusts. The sight elicited a deeper groan from him as his eyes fluttered closed, a wave of pleasure evident on his face. Then, with a firmer resolve, he pushed deeper, increasing the force slightly.

When his eyes reopened and met yours again, something in his expression had shifted—a raw intensity, a silent plea mixed with the depths of his feelings laid bare. The connection in that look, so charged and so full, tipped you over the edge. You felt the climax build rapidly, an overwhelming rush that seized your entire being.

As you came around him, your eyes locked with his, the world outside melted away. Your body clenched around him, and his response was immediate; his own climax triggered by the intensity of your release. Jensen’s movements slowed as he rode out the waves of his own release, each pulse and throb echoing yours, deeply interconnected.

After a moment, Jensen’s thrusts slowed to a stop.

As Jensen’s movements finally ceased, his grip on your hand loosened, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. His eyes remained closed, lashes fluttering slightly against the high color of his cheeks.

Slowly, his eyes opened, meeting yours once again with a softness that contrasted starkly with the raw intensity from moments before.

Jensen’s hand shifted from yours to trace a gentle line along your jaw, his touch tender as if he were handling something precious. “You okay?”, he asked softly. It was a simple question, but laden with deeper meanings, seeking assurance not just about your physical state but also about the emotional undercurrents of what had just transpired.

You nodded, unable to keep from smiling slightly.

With a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, Jensen gently pulled out of you, the sudden absence leaving behind a sense of warmth and tenderness. He let himself sink onto the bed beside you, his body still humming with the aftermath of your shared intensity. His hand brushed through his damp hair, pushing it back as he exhaled deeply, still catching his breath.

As you cleaned up, you glanced over at him, his chest still rising and falling with a gentle rhythm, a contented smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Jensen turned his head to face you, his eyes full of affection as he watched you. “I’ll never get tired of moments like this with you”, he murmured, his voice low but filled with sincerity.

You felt a slight blush creeping up your cheeks at Jensen's words, his sincerity catching you off guard in the best way possible. Before you could respond, he gently pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your body tightly against his. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world was just the two of you, nestled in this shared, quiet space.

His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm that mirrored the ease of the moment. You let yourself sink into him, your arms finding their way around his waist, holding him as close as he was holding you. The softness of the sheets, the warmth of his skin, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest created a cocoon of calm around you both.

Jensen pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "I love you", he whispered, the words almost a breath against your hair. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but each time felt just as powerful, as if he was reminding you of something constant and unwavering between the two of you.

You tilted your head up slightly to meet his gaze, your heart swelling with affection as you whispered back, "I love you too", The smile that spread across his face in response was pure, filled with the kind of warmth that made everything else fade away.

For a while, you both stayed like that—wrapped up in each other, the quiet hum of the world outside the only sound that occasionally drifted in. There was no rush to move, no need for words to fill the silence. Everything felt right, exactly as it was.

Jensen’s hand absentmindedly traced gentle circles on your back, his touch soothing and familiar. "Let’s just stay like this", he murmured, his voice soft, "for as long as we can".

You nodded against him, your body relaxed in his arms. "I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else".

As you drifted back to sleep, your body curled up against Jensen’s, he lay there wide awake, his mind racing even though the room was peaceful. His heart ached as he watched you sleep so peacefully, your face relaxed and your trust in him evident in the way you clung to him even in your sleep. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, careful not to wake you again, his touch soft and reverent.

In the quiet moments that followed, Jensen couldn't shake the heavy weight pressing down on him. You had given him so much—your love, your support, your patience—and yet he felt like he was always falling short. His life had become a series of complications, and somehow, you were constantly caught in the middle of it. The guilt gnawed at him, growing heavier with each passing thought.

He didn’t deserve this level of trust, of unwavering love. Not when he kept disappointing you. Jensen's mind wandered to the countless times his complicated life had interfered—his obligations, his kids, the unresolved issues with Danneel. Every time he thought he was getting things right, something else would fall apart. And yet, through it all, you never wavered. You believed in him, supported him, encouraged him, even when he couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Jensen’s chest tightened with the weight of it all. He couldn’t help but wonder if you deserved more—someone whose life wasn’t so tangled, someone who could give you the stability and simplicity you deserved. The thought of losing you, of not being enough for you, scared him more than anything. But even scarier was the idea that he might hurt you by continuing to drag you through his messy world.

He let out a shaky breath, feeling the lump form in his throat as his eyes lingered on your peaceful face. He loved you more than anything, but how long could you keep giving him so much without him truly being able to give back? He wanted to be the man you deserved, but with everything that weighed on him—the kids, the divorce, the constant demands of his career—he worried that no matter how much he tried, he would always end up falling short.

His hand tightened slightly around your waist, pulling you closer as if to reassure himself that you were still here, still with him. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he closed his eyes, trying to push away the suffocating guilt.

"Sorry", he whispered softly, his voice barely audible. It wasn’t something he intended for you to hear—just something he needed to say, even if only to himself. "I´m so fucking sorry". He wished he could do better, be better, for you. But right now, all he could do was hold you close and hope that someday, somehow, he would be able to live up to everything you saw in him.

As the night wore on and the room remained silent, Jensen stayed awake, his mind restless despite the calm around him. He watched you, a mixture of love and guilt swirling inside him, knowing that no matter how complicated things became, he would do whatever it took to keep you in his life—if only he could figure out how to balance the chaos and keep from breaking the heart of the one person he couldn’t bear to lose.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 31

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[sailorsally]

looking at pics of misha from burcon with his hair being on the longer side for the first time in a while and thinking about Cas' hair getting long for the first time after he got back from the empty and became human. Thinking about Dean moving around their small kitchen at their half run down but well loved lake house, looking for the scissors he put somewhere. He grabs a folding chair and fills a spray bottle with some water in the sink and brings everything out to their tiny porch. He sets it all up and lets Cas know.

Cas comes out shirtless and barefoot, wearing Dean's old pyjama bottoms, a towel thrown across a shoulder, lazily drying his hair with its corner. For a second the setting sun paints his torso in warm orange and Dean's heart skips a beat because of how gorgeous Cas looks. He sits down in the chair Dean has set up for him and let's Dean work on his hair. Dean starts small, shyly trims a curl, then another. Cas doesn't move, his eyes are fixed on the lake in front of their house reflecting the sunset. Dean works, takes off more and more hair. The circle of black hair surrounds Cas' feet gently planted on the wooden floor and for a moment Dean is reminded of the Empty & he almost cuts Cas' neck. Cas winces & Dean apologies and hides his joy (Cas is alive!) in the crook of his own neck.

When he's done, he cleans Cas' neck with the damp towel and brings out the mirror. "Here, have a look", he offers. Cas studies himself in the mirror and Dean can't stop thinking about how normal he looks checking himself out. And then about how Cas is human now. And then about how Cas chose to be human. For him. And then he wants to cry and scream and kick except he feels like a 100 year old oak planted deep in the soil, unmoving. Then he feels strong arms enclosing him in a hug and he can hear Cas' rumbling against his ear, "Thank you, Dean. I look good" and by god he is right, he does look good. So what is Dean supposed to do? Other than kiss him. And kiss him he does.

[pinksatinpanties]

HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO² — misha collins

summary. The 90th day...

pairing. boyfriend!Misha/not-so-celibate-anymore!reader

word count. 2k

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⎯⎯  warning(s) SMUT FINALLY | love confession | oral sex (f receiving) | p in v

author’s note. omgomgomgomgomgomg I'm so sorry for the delay. My living situation is fucked right now and I haven't had access to wifi where I'm staying and it's REALLY difficult to write smut at the crowded public library. I have so much on my plate right now and it's preventing me from being the writer I want to be, so please give me some grace for the lazy writing you're about to witness. The end was rushed because I could not let another day go by without posting this (after already delaying it for 3 days). This might be my last fic post for a while until my living situation improves, but I WILL BE BACK and smuttier than ever. Thanks for your patience. I love each and every one of you.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3?

Misha insisted on taking you to dinner like a gentleman, but you honestly would have been happy with him just coming over to your place and fucking your brains out. His chivalry continued to touch your heart as well as your nethers.

“This is a very fancy, classy place,” your eyes were big as saucers as you scanned the gorgeous Lebanese restaurant from left to right then right to left again as the hostess led you to your table. Misha followed behind you. Too rich for my blood, you thought, and tried to suppress the feeling that you weren't worth a place this opulent.

Almost as if he read your mind, he said “You’re worth it. Besides, this is one of my favorite spots. It’s selfish, really. The muhammara is amazing.”

“What’s muhammara?”

“It’s a red pepper, pomegranate molasses paste. Kind of like hummus without the chickpeas.”

“Here you are,” the hostess gestured to the table like a Disney princess. 

“Thank you,” you and Misha said in unison. He pulled out a chair for you.

“Enjoy!” With that, she glided back to the hostess stand.

After sitting, you watched him round the table to get to his seat. He wore a tailored dark blue button down with the top two buttons unfastened, tucked into his black slacks. He wore one of his cowboy-ish belts with a gigantic silver buckle. Black leather penny loafers for the shoes. And you couldn’t stop your gaze from lingering on his perky butt.

Misha insisted on ordering for the table and you had no objections. When the server came around, he ordered the entire meal at once - along with the side dishes and two bottles of champagne. Then he excused himself to the men’s room. 

When he returned to the dining area, you were taking in the beautiful ambience of the restaurant again. He paused halfway to the table just to watch you looking up at the decorative wooden slats on the ceiling, scrunching your brows just a bit as you tried to classify the kind of wood. Acacia? Or oak with an orange-ish coat of lacquer?

You wore a dark red silk dress with thin straps and a slight cowl over the chest - showing just a bit of cleavage. It hugged your body in all the right places, Misha thought to himself. You had spent thirty whole minutes flat-ironing your curly hair into pin straight submission and now it cascaded over your right shoulder, revealing the vintage golden earrings you had found at a market in Manhattan so many years ago. And you wore the matching necklace. They were part of your special occasion armor.

Despite being able to watch you like this all day, Misha decided he had been standing in the middle of the dining area for too long and made his way back to your table to sit down. “You are so beautiful, you know that?”

“I clean up alright, I guess,” you beamed.

The sommelier approached the table with the first bottle of champagne soon after, presenting the bottle and expertly popping the cork before pouring two glasses and leaving the bottle in an ice bucket stand by the table.

“What should we cheers to?” You asked as you raised your glass.

“I have something to say first.”

“Okay…” you placed the glass back on the table.

“These past few months we’ve spent together have been amazing for me and I hope it’s been the same for you.”

“It has been! I have never been more glad to have entered a Whole Foods,” you smiled at him. What a relief.

“Me neither,” he chuckled. “But um… it’s more than that… for me… I’ve… fallen in love with you. I love you… and um… that’s all I wanted to say really, but I’m afraid to stop talking because I’m nervous about what you’re going to say when I do stop talking. So I’ll stop… talking… now.” You had never seen him so bashful. It was adorable.

“I love you too, Misha.”

Misha’s worried expression dissolved into one of pure joy. He smiled that million dollar smile of his. 

You raised your glass again. “To love!”

He did the same. “To love!”

Your glasses clinked against each other and you both took a sip. 

The food was delicious. The conversation was intellectually stimulating. The champagne had you both feeling nice. You were just about to ask Misha if he was ready to blow this popsicle stand. Then his gaze went over your shoulder.

“HAAAAPPY BIIIIRTHDAAAY TOOO YOUUU!” You jolted in your seat and looked around to see who’s birthday it was until you noticed that the restaurant staff was headed to your table.

“HAPPY BIIIIRTHDAY TO YOUUU!”

Misha was beaming with pride watching his little prank unfold. After your dessert was finished, you finally asked the question you’d been waiting for all night.

“Your place or mine?”

“Worse,” Misha grinned.

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The two of you walked down the gorgeous hotel hallway, tinfoil swan full of leftovers in hand. 

He stopped you right in front of your room.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Misha, shut up,” you giggled and pecked him on the lips.

“I’m serious,” he said with a straight face. “We don’t have to have sex tonight - or ever - if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to. Was my constant begging too subtle?”

“I just want to make sure this is what you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything just because there’s all this anticipation built up.”

“No pressure at all. Do you feel pressured?”

“Nope.”

“Good,” you smiled. “Ready to go in?”

“Don’t look yet,” Misha scanned the key card and turned the doorknob, opening the door just far enough for him to slip inside and immediately closing it behind him.

You waited in the hall for a second, then the door re-opened. The scene Misha revealed to you was the most romantic set up you had ever seen. You slowly entered the love nest.

The room was dimly lit by candles all over the dresser, nightstand, and table. There were rose petals scattered in the shape of a heart on the bed. 

He had gotten you a bouquet of red roses along with a card that he’d personalized. It had originally said ‘HAPPY ANNIVERSARY’ in pink bubble letters, but Misha had glued a small piece of red construction paper with custom lettering - so now it read ‘HAPPY three months and seventeen days-AVERSARY’. 

“Misha,” you cooed in awe. “This is… gorgeous.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it? This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me!”

You advanced towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses all over. You couldn’t tell when the innocent pecks ended and the french kissing began, but soon you were breaking the kiss to catch your breath. Your heart was racing and you sat on the bed to steady it.

“I’m nervous,” you blurted. “I still want to, but I’m suddenly really nervous.”

“That’s okay.” He sat down on the bed beside you. “What’s making you nervous?”

“What if I forgot how to have sex? After six years, what if I’m like… a virgin again?”

“Is this supposed to be turning me on? Because it is.”

“Seriously,” you nudged him in the shoulder. “What if I’m no good at it? And you waited all this time only to be disappointed…”

“Hey,” he placed a finger under your chin and used it to make you look up at him. “You could never disappoint me. Get that outta your head. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now if you care what I think… I think it would be super hot,” he scrunched up his face as he emphasized. “If you were a completely inexperienced virgin. It’d also be super hot if it all came back to you like riding a bike. Either way, I’m happy… just to have the chance to touch you…” he placed a hand on your shoulder and slipped the red strap off. “Kiss you…” he pressed his lips to your shoulder with a soft smooch. “Lick you…” his tongue brushed against your neck like a paint stroke.

“Well, when you put it like that,” you exhaled.

“Tell me what you like,” he pressed a kiss to your neck. “What you want me to do to you.”

“Oh… um… well, you know…” your cheeks burned as you failed miserably at hiding your embarrassment.

“I have an idea, but I wanna hear you say it. Don’t get all shy on me now.”

The laundry list of kinky things you fantasized about Misha doing to you scrolled through your mind like the introduction to the Star Wars movies: smacking, spanking with belts, choking, degrading you, restraining you, and other rough things you’d subjected yourself to in the past. At this moment, you didn’t want any of that. Misha’s love had lobotomized you.

“I want you to… make love to me.”

The sin in Misha’s eyes seemed to dissipate. His lips parted with the intent to say something, but he leaned in to kiss you instead. You slipped the other strap off of your shoulder and broke the kiss to stand so the dress would drop to the maroon carpet. Before you could toss yourself onto the mattress, Misha had his hands on your body. He started at your waist before sliding his hands up to cup and massage your breasts. His eyes were glued onto your nipples as he started to rub circles into them with his thumbs. You did your best to keep from whimpering, but your ‘best’ was not so great. It had been so long since someone touched you like this. Tiny gasps and whines escaped your lips despite your will to stay silent. He wasn’t even inside you yet. You had to maintain some semblance of dignity. You couldn’t just let yourself give it all away now.

Misha looked up at you with some kind of cross between a pout and a frown. He needed to hear you. He confiscated his warm hands and used them to unbutton his shirt instead. When all the buttons were set free, he grabbed you and tossed you onto the bed on your back in one swift motion. Then he was on top of you with his tongue in your mouth, rolling it over yours. He removed the shirt and threw it off to the side somewhere.

Misha kissed a beeline down to your neck and off to the side where he sucked and nibbled at the sensitive skin. You were gasping and moaning loudly at this point - all self control had flown out the window. He smiled against your neck, smug with satisfaction. His kisses traveled down to your nipple while he pinched the other between his fingertips. Just when you thought you couldn’t get any louder, his tongue swirled circles around your areola. Then he showed some oral love to your other nipple until you were squirming beneath him from the overstimulation. 

He hooked his fingers into the thin elastic straps of your red, lacy thong and pulled down, revealing your glistening sex.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already. All this for me?”

“It’s all yours. Take it.”

With that, he slid back enough to put his face between your legs and kissed across your thighs - causing you to buck your hips up. He pulled back, teasing you even more. As if the 90 days wasn’t torture enough.

“I think the swan is watching us.”

You turned to see that the tinfoil swan was coincidentally positioned and definitely staring in your direction before turning back to Misha. “I want her to see.”

“Smart, funny, beautiful, and a freak. How did I get so lucky?” His eyes locked on yours as he licked a stripe along the length of your cunt. The noise you made was absolutely pathetic. 

“You taste even better than I imagined, honey,” he murmured into your cunt. “So sweet.” He licked, sucked, and fingered your pussy for what seemed like hours, whispering words of encouragement throughout.

“One more, baby. Cum for me one more time. Please, I need it.” 

He pounded you into the mattress three separate times in three different positions before the two of you collapsed in exhaustion: missionary, doggy, missionary again with your legs behind your head.

“Say it again,” you purred, relishing in your role as the little spoon.

“I love you.”

“Mmm… again.”

“I love you.”

“One more time.”

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss.

[multiheadcanons]

MISHA’S GIANT SPAW FOR GIANT DOGS BECAUSE I KEEP FAILING SUCCESSFULLY AT WORK

be you

put in months of research, save up money to finally buy your dream dog.

she’s gorgeous.

a beautiful, jet black chow from nose to toes.

you call her diamond because you spent the equivalent of a wedding ring on her.

spend thousands of dollars on vet bills and extensive training.

you love this dog. she is your baby.

find, as she gets older and bigger, most groomers won’t even see her because of chow’s stereotyped aggression

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ask your vet for recommendations. they take her to the scale

70.5 pounds.

they recommend Misha’s Giant Spaw for Giant Dogs

never heard of it.

vet gives you a card.

you check out the website

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beautifully done site.

click on “misha’s star clients (updated yesterday)”.

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so many giant dogs. great danes. pyrenees. burmese mountain dogs. giant schnauzers. some fat ass pitbulls. dogs you can’t even identify.

they all look so happy.

scroll to the bottom

a single, small, long haired chihuahua. cradled in massive hands.

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decide fuck it. book an appointment.

appointment day comes

show up to the salon

step inside the salon

immediately hit by the smell of lilacs and wisteria

soft classical music on the speakers

real fancy shit

met by the infamous misha in the lobby

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notice first his size. then notice his eyes

pale blue. frighteningly pale blue.

you introduce yourself.

he is not interested in you.

he’s interested in your dog.

remarks “small dog. still a baby. 150 dollars”

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attempt to haggle.

fail.

insult misha by your mere attempt.

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he takes you on a tour of the salon.

see the soaps. 120$ per gallon

see his table. 10k alone.

see his shears. the size of your head. 160$ each. not to mention sharpening.

he turns to you

“think about how much you paid to get her. are you not willing to pay to keep her in her absolute best condition?”

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pay the man upfront then leave

notice the “tips refused” sign next to the door

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wait an hour and fifty-nine minutes

get a call. dog ready for pickup.

go get your dog.

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fluffed to perfection.

trimmed and shaped to the gods.

somehow coat is even darker and bolder than when you left.

looks great. feels better.

smells like lilac.

look at her head

there’s two little yellow bows behind her ears

look at her tail

there’s a little yellow bow on her butt

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he gives her a final pat on her head.

hands her off to you.

“book again on the website.”

go home.

look at the website.

see “misha’s star clients (updated today)”

click on it

see your dog, primped and preened, in a man’s massive arms.

with her little yellow bows

she looks like a puppy again.

they look so happy.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Just a Little Jealous

Dean Winchester x reader

This is inspired by the amazingly talented @via-l0ve ‘s French Mistake headcanons that I definitely recommend you read and drop a follow while you’re at it! Via is so unbelievably sweet and I’m so honored to have permission to build off of her work!

Divider by @ cafekitsune

You and Castiel had been studying lore in the bunker while Dean and Sam were on a hunt. You were expecting the normal routine when the boys got home, so when you heard the door unlock, you weren’t expecting Dean to be hugging you before you could even get to the staircase. “Hi baby, what’s going on?” You ask softly as he peppers you with kisses, Sam just chuckles but he’s also clearly a little frazzled. “You’ll never believe that just happened” Dean mutters into your hair as he kisses the top of your head. “Try us” you smile as you gesture to yourself and Cas, Dean just glares at the angel.

“Y/N!” Dead said, exasperated

The actor looks up, “Jensen?” They say, clearly confused. Dean’s shoulders slump as he sighs “y-yea, right, sorry” he says, rubbing his temple as he looks back up to see Cas- Misha. To see Misha walking over, then kissing you. Or not you, but you. “Oh hell” Dean mutters

After explaining you just sigh and pull Dean into a hug. “Well, for one, I will not be kissing Castiel. And for two, my actor person must be really dumb to pass on the chance to do this” you say, and Dean looks a bit confused until you pull him into a deep, long kiss. One that makes Castiel look away and Sam fake gag. Dean has a big smile on his face as you pull away. “What do I gotta do to get kissed like that more?” He teases, you smirk “apparently get jealous more” Dean gasps “I was not jealous!” He says definitely, you and Sam both scoff “you literally threatened Cas’ life like eight times on the drive home” Sam says. “Okay maybe I was just a little jealous, but in my defense Y/N KISSED CAS.” He says, making everyone laugh a bit. You smile up at him “not as hard as I just kissed you I hope” Dean nods in acknowledgment “not as hard as you just kissed me” he says as he throws his arm around you. “Yea and if you ever do that infront of me again I’ll vomit” Sam chimes in, Dean flips him off. “Is no one worried about this other world?” Cas asks. “I’m less worried now that you aren’t locking lips with y/n” Dean comments, you and Cas both sigh. This was gonna be quite an experience.

Laying awake at night as Dean clings to your side, one hand playing with your hair and the other wrapped tightly around your waist wasn’t very uncommon, and it wasn’t shocking that it happened tonight. “You alright?” You kiss the top of his head where it rests on your shoulder. “All good” he mumbles, you both know it’s a lie, but you also know that pushing for information won’t help anyone right now. “We can talk tomorrow, yea?” You whisper, he smiles up at you and nods.

Maybe he’d been more than just a little jealous

I HOPE YALL LIKED THISSSS and I’m so so so honored to have Via’s permission to write this!!!

I think it turned out well but I’d love to hear your feedback! Remember to reblog and maybe even add a comment for me! I love yall

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles through the years before Supernatural.

1996

Misha at University of Chicago.

Jensen at L.A. premiere of Love Is All There Is.

2005 2004 2003 2002 2001 2000 1999 1998 1997 1995 1994 1992 1991 1990 1987/1989 1985 1982 1978

[superblysubpar]

Idk if you’ve written it before but… face riding with Steve and shy!reader?

the song: Lights Off by KALLITECHNIS, Misha, and Jussi Halme

Your breathy sigh has him melting, fingers toying with the hem of your sundress as his mouth moves across the skin of your neck. Dragging warm and wet lips down the column of your throat as his hands squeeze at your waist. Calloused pads of his fingers brush the triangles of exposed skin where your dress has cut outs on your back, arching your body for him as you whimper his name.

He loves when he can get you like this, pliant and pretty noises and just a smidge less shy for him.

A little loud.

Steve squeezes at your hips, mouth latching onto the skin above your collarbone as he sucks a bruise that burns a little before he soothes it with his tongue.

His tongue - it comes back to your lips, salt and lime and tracing over your top lip before he's kissing and making his way to under your ear, giving you another mark to match the one he just left.

Your lip tugs between your teeth, eyelids fluttering as your fingers twist in the soft white cotton of Steve's shirt. He's all coconut and citrus from sunblock and beer. Tanned skin that stretches over taunt muscles and lines of his veins as he lays you down on the fluffy white linen that dances in the breeze of the open window. 

Steve hovers over you, the golden sun long gone, illuminated just barely by the lazy indigo and soft lilac of dusk that pours into the room. Waves crash against the shore as Steve's nose brushes yours, mouth pressing a sweet kiss to your bottom lip before he asks, "This okay honey?"

Nodding your head, your fingers move, tips tracing over the curve of his top lip, up his jaw and across his cheek to the two freckles that dot it. They hover over his nose, even more freckles appearing from a day of sun and they glide down the bridge of it as his knee slots itself between your thighs. Your mouth goes dry at the thought of his nose replacing where his knee hits just the right spot. 

Steve watches your eyes turn glossy as your finger boops the tip of his nose before both hands curl into the hair above his ears. How you squirm when he pushes his knee into you a little harder, how you blow out another quiet whine. 

"What do you want, baby?" He kisses along your jaw, fingers brushing up the inside of your thigh and he smiles against your skin when your breath catches in your chest. He waits for the response of 'A kiss' - all you ever seem to have enough courage to ask for, but when he's met with silence, he thinks his heart might be loud enough for you to hear too until you finally whisper. 

"Steve...can we...can I..." 

He pulls away enough so he can see you in the quickly darkening room, your brows furrowed together and your lips forming a pout barely visible in the navy glow from outside. 

He hums, eyebrows quirking up as his hands push into the duvet on either side of your head. Steve peers down at you, lips tugging up on one side, honey and emerald shimmering in his eyes as he nods. He hovers above your lips, "Can tell me, pretty girl," he kisses you soft and chaste, "I bet I wanna do whatever you want, too."

Steve lets his nose brush against yours, lips a ghost as warm breath fans across your cheek and you squirm beneath him, fingers fiddling with the collar of his shirt as you mumble against his lips.

He pulls at one of your nervous hands, fingers lacing with yours as he kisses your palm and sets them against the pillow. Allowing some of his weight to fall against you as he asks, "What was that?"

Your eyes are bigger than a doe's, glossy and blinking and your chest heaves as your gaze dances across his face. Pouty lips parting in a breathy question, "Wanna ride your...nose?"

He's died. He's actually dead. 

You start to cover your face, making yourself small and he's quick to pull at your hands, dipping his head so his eyes can catch yours, "Like you want me to eat you out while you..."

"Sit on your face," you finish for him quietly. 

Steve's pretty sure he's not breathing. He's hot, he's boiling, he's burning, he's-

You're shaking your head, blinking your eyes furiously as you sniffle. You're groaning, "I'm sorry, it's weird, I just, forget I said that I-"

Steve silences you with a kiss, passionate and deep and when he breaks away he's panting into you, shaking his head no, "Baby, baby, I," he kisses you again and groans into your mouth, "Fuck, no, I was trying to make sure I heard you right. Think I came in my pants when you said that."

"Steve," your whine is scolding, face growing hot under his praise. Your stomach flips at what his words actually mean. 

He doesn't seem to have to be told twice. In a frenzy he's removing his shirt, rolling onto his back and taking you with him and reaching over for the lamp when your palms land flat on his chest, your protest loud, "Wait!"

Steve blinks up at you from the dark and your voice is a squeak as you ask, "Can we...can we keep the lights off?"

You feel Steve sigh underneath you, but his wide palms brush up and down your thighs. He's not surprised, you're still so timid to let him hear you, let alone see you. 

His thumb's soothe circles into your skin, pushing the black fabric of your dress up as he nods once, "Okay sweet girl, but then you have to tell me how good I'm doing, deal?"

He holds up his pinky, eyebrows raised at you and your eyes roll as you loop your pinky with his. 

Steve shimmies hastily beneath you, fingers tugging at the edges of lace he finds on your hips. It's not smooth, both of you laughing a little at his eagerness and the fling of the undergarment before he's yanking you down against him. 

Your hands slap against the wood headboard with a gasp as his breath hits your aching nerves. His smile hovers over you, thumbs pulling at your lips that are already dripping for him and he groans. 

His tongue licks a long and slow stripe through you, nose gliding with it and you shiver at the sensation, nerves tingling down your spine. 

Steve's hands move to your ass cupping it and squeezing the dough of each cheek as he noses at your clit and you yelp, fingers slipping on the wood. 

He mouths at you, a breathless laugh, before he circles his nose around the swollen button and you moan loudly, "Oh, Steve, I-". Steve hums, tongue licking lazily as he allows his nose to drag against you in all the right places when your noises get louder and louder. 

Your breath is coming quickly and it's not long before your shoulders relax. Before your thighs push closer to his ears, fingers tugging in his hair and hips rolling against him.

Steve laps up everything you give him with fervor. When you roll your hips harder and whimper at how his nose leads his tongue through you, your fingers yank, your thighs shake and you moan louder than you ever have. Eyes fluttering as you whine, "Fuck, baby, right there Steve."

He pulls away from you gasping at your words, for air, and your stomach flutters. 

It's too dark and you groan, you can't see him and you flick on the switch of the lamp, yanking your dress over your head. His carmel hair is rumpled, eyes shimmering as they dance over your exposed and lit up body. His lips and chin are glossy and red, cheeks rosy and your chest tightens at the sight as your walls clench around nothing.

"I thought-"

Your fingers tug in his hair, voice breathless "Steve?"

"Yeah?"  His tongue licks at his lips - at you, and you have to blow a calming breath out your nose.

"Be quiet?" You raise your eyebrows and Steve melts.

His cheeks turn maroon, he curses,  kissing and nipping at your thighs until you're tugging on his hair harder. He practically growls into you before your hips start chasing his nose and tongue again.

[itstimetojellyfish]

Yo hey I just finished your Misha angst now I'm addicted have you thought about writing for Yanqing platonically because I've got some good angst for that silly lil guy but anyway what about platonic angst for Jing Yuan like say he has a biological kid and they feel like they disappoint him because they aren't fully a long life species but they have a lot of achievements they just don't have like a lot of confidence and they feel that he prefers Yanqing over them bonus points if they are already an adult because they've been carrying that thought all throughout their childhood oh oh don't forget the dead nom

Great! I actually have considered it , but I’ve been on a writers block so this is a great opportunity! Thanks for the plot!

Always in your shadow ( Platonic Yanqing x reader)

Time for some more angst no comfort!

Here we go again..

“General! When will we have our next session?” The blond haired boy sprinted beside your father as he excitedly told him about everything he’s done .

You feel… jealous…

You press your lips together as you watch them talk excitedly, telling each other about battle techniques and chess….

You suppress a sob in your throat as you suddenly grasp your chest , your heart throbbing and clenching painfully.

Wasn’t the General supposed to be your father?..

You had nothing against Yanqing , in fact , you love him as if he was actually your blood brother, you took care of him ever since Jing Yuan brought him in .

However , he’s a teen , and you’re an adult now , and Jing Yuan still hasn’t smiled at you the way he smiled at Yanqing .

You’ve done so many things… fighting Mara-struck , leading his army , doing his desk work unfortunately.

And yet..

Here you are , trailing behind them like a guard while they laugh with each other as if they’re the blood relatives, not you .

You hiccups quietly, suppressing the tears that threaten to fall upon your face , you feel neglected.

You’re no longer that social anymore , because you thought that if you made more connections…

You would finally be useful.

However , you now know what the truth is.

He loves Yanqing.

Your head short circuits when it comes to that conclusion , making you stop suddenly behind them , eyes wide with disbelief.

No… that can’t be true, your father wouldn’t do that! He loves you both equally! He always did , he definitely didn’t host all of Yanqing’s celebrations!

He definitely doesn’t spend more time with Yanqing when he asks ,when you have to literally wait for months to get an appointment!

He definitely doesn’t dote over Yanqing whenever he gets seriously injured while never visiting you !

Oh who are you kidding?

You take a step backwards before running away towards your destination , a lush green field you cultivated yourself .

You now see the signs, ever since Yanqing came into the picture , you’ve been neglected because apparently…

You’re old enough to not depend on another .

You collapse underneath a willow tree and your long sliver hair comes undone , you wish you could tear out your hair .

You wish it was mother’s color , you wish mother was still here , then she would’ve took care of you when your father didn’t .

You wish that your eye color was the same as your mothers , then you’d have something to cling onto .

You wish you had at least one person to cling onto because you’ve been alone since you were 8 .

You…. Wish …. You just wish you had someone that would love you.

As you cry silently beneath the tree , a soft rustling came from your left side , you turn your head and then see a blue sleeve push the leaves aside and a blond head pops through the canopy.

Your eyes immediately dull and cloud up.

He looks at you and then says “ It’s my fault that you look so defeated and worn everyday isn’t it?” His expression has guilt written all over it .

You sigh,” Yanqing , it’s fine . No need to worry , my prime has already passed, just focus on you okay?” You give him a strained smile .

He just stares at you , the tension between you two thick .

In midst of your staring contest, a soft creak can be heard from behind the willow tree , making your head turn , Yanqing steps closer to inspect it , looks at the stem , however , the stem wasn’t the problem.

A Mara-struck had crept up and chopped the tree, making it fall towards you two . Your first reaction was to leave , but Yanqing didn’t realize until it was too late .

Wouldn’t it be easier if he just died?

(No)

Wouldn’t it mean more attention from father?

(More like hatred)

He favors Yanqing , and others don’t like you , so it would be better for everyone , if he survived , so you did what you thought was the most logical reaction.

Push Yanqing away , and get buried underneath the tree , letting the Mara-struck slash at you until Yanqing recovers from the shock.

As soon as you felt the tree bury you underneath it , a loud crack was heard , and your rib cage felt more and more in pain as the Mara-struck stalled towards you.

While you expected Yanqing to at least help you up , he just ran after he pierced the monster .

Was a little bit of help too much to ask for?..

So, you just lay there , sobbing quietly as the pain in your rib age became more and more unbearable, silently wishing for someone to comfort you .

It didn’t take long for you to slowly loose consciousness, the last thing you heard was ,

“ I’m sorry for everything “

[number-one-fan-of-doktor]

June 26th

    Ludwig heard the news on the radio, an ancient old thing they still kept because of sentimentality. He didn’t know what to think, at first. He didn’t know what he should feel. Relief? Dread? Something.

    “Misha! Misha, did you hear zhat?!” Somewhere in the bowels of their cottage, Ludwig heard a sound. His hearing was as good as ever, but Misha’s didn’t necessarily have to be. He told himself that as he stood up out of his rocking chair, feeling at least ten different spots in his back crack and pop. 

    “Misha! Vhere are you, you old Dummkopf!” Ludwig hobbled through their cottage, laughing to himself as he went. He needed to tell Misha, because the deaf fool had inevitably missed the announcement. Misha would know what to feel, he was always better about his emotions. About telling them apart and knowing what to feel at what moment. Ludwig, on the other hand, was the one to laugh at the most inappropriate of moments. It was a wonder Misha still roomed with him!

    Making his way through their little cottage, Ludwig kept calling out for Misha. Every so often he bumped into another table, another stack of books, another bird cage. Maybe if Misha heard him making a mess of their living space with his blind fumbling, he would come running. He was always so tidy, always so insistent on keeping their space clean and clutter free so that Ludwig may have an easier time navigating around. 

    When Misha didn’t come running, Ludwig called out again, “Misha! Komm her! Zhis instant!” He shuffled into their bedroom, beginning to get worried. What if Misha had fallen and hurt himself? They weren’t young anymore.

    “Lutz, over here. Should stop calling you голубь and start calling you летучая мышь instead. You certainly are as blind as one!” Mikhail’s laughter was as deep and strong as ever, pulling Ludwig towards him.

    Mikhail was there, in their bedroom beside their bed. He was on his knees in front of Ludwig. Although Ludwig could no longer see him from this distance, he imagined that he knew Mikhail’s bushy, grey eyebrows where knitted together while he smiled, grinning beneath his Santa Claus beard that Ludwig had teased him about relentlessly. In his aged, withered hands he held a box.

    “Is zhat…” Ludwig’s voice broke at the sight of the ring. His old engagement ring that he thought long lost.

    “I found it last year.” Mikhail chuckled. He reached up, grasping Ludwig’s delicate, knobbly hand, gently massaging his arthritic joints. The ring no longer fit him, cut for a hand far more firm. But it shone as brightly as it did the first time Mikhail had gifted it to him.

    “Did you hear vhat zhey said on zhe radio?” Ludwig asked with a thick voice, choking back tears. 

    Mikhail chuckled, “I did. Ludwig Humboldt, will you marry me again? This time legally, for the entire world to see how much I love you.”

    Ludwig laughed, “Of course I will!” He was far from the age where he could safely do that, but he threw himself into Mikhail’s arms. Arms that were once so strong, that held him now with the same strength of decades ago. One large hand ran through Ludwig’s grey, wispy hair, and Ludwig peppered kisses over the wrinkly, liver-spotted dome of Mikhail’s head.

    “Vhat age am I again? Because I feel like I’m in my fifties again!” Kisses between them were slow, careful nowadays. Mikhail felt sluggish, and Ludwig could never trust his vision again. But it was a welcome change to their daily lives, a welcome change to their love that had evolved slowly, steadily, over the past decades.

    “92,” Mikhail chuckled, “And I feel like I am twenty again, around you, doktor.”

    Ludwig snickered, “Can ve go on a honeymoon zhis time, Kuschelbär? Bitte?”

    “Да. We will.” Mikhail pressed his forehead against Ludwig’s. He stared into his beloved’s pale, blind eyes, soaking in the love that radiated from the old doktor. His smile was contagious, his laugh vibrating his frail body. And all the while, he was wrapped in the arms of the one man he loved above all else.

    And the date on the calender read June 26th, 2015.

[auguryofjellyfish]

This is the main blog of @misha-v and I just wanted to say that I really love the long commentary tags you leave on art reblogs complimenting all the little details, it means so much to me when ppl notice and appreciate those and take the time to point those out and explain why they like them, you especially. It makes me feel rlly good inside and it kind of keeps me going because I know for a fact that you love it to the point where you're willing to dedicate your time to leaving those long tags ^^

So thank you, thank you so much ^-^

hi!! thank you for taking the time to write such a long and kind message! i'm always blown away when people tell me they appreciate my tags, like fr, wow?? i'm so so happy to hear how they make you feel <3 the tetro community artists create a lot of things that i find pleasant, thought-provoking, impactful, or things that evoke feelings in general, which makes the words come to me more easily. i always like it when i find i have a lot of things to say about a piece of art! i'm glad that my words can brighten people's day too.

speaking of yapping, i hope you don't mind cuz i wanna do that right now :3c I LOVE YOUR ART!!! you have mastery over using shapes, the general "blockiness" of your style reminds me of those early 2000s cartoon network shows, which is nice to see because these artstyles aren't that popular nowadays. so that, + the smoothness and thickness of your line art makes your character artwork look really defined and sharp.

and your colour choices... i have no idea how you do it, but they're just sublime. like in your DRDT designs, for example, the cream + gentle red of okazaki's suit, the greenish black of hiroaki's, the vibrant orange of isono's hair contrasted with the bluish green, the beautiful purples, pink and white of tamba's outfit... bruh. this stuff almost brings me to tears. it's breathtaking how beautiful these colours are, and how well they go with each other. they make my brain go brrrr.... not to mention the designs themselves are fire too RAAHHH!!! lies down... i just think it's neat.

also i need, neeed to talk about your chap 3 au. it's so meaningful to me. i've seen people kill off wada as a victim in their AUs A LOT, it's like a staple at this point. usually, it's him taking someone else's place or just to have him die in general ig, and i don't find that very compelling. like, oh wow, victim wada?? definitely haven't seen that before lol. but in your au, he dies, but it was because he decided to strike back against his abuser, and i find that so beautiful.

disclaimer, ik okazaki is also a teenager and i'm not celebrating her death etc. but the fact still stands that wada is a victim, hers and in general, and you had him take back some of his power for the first time in his life. not only that, he also inadvertently saved a person he loved from being executed (whether it was a good thing for her is another matter). the killing game itself makes the participants inherently powerless, but he acted with as much agency as you can while being inside it.

i LOVE this wada. this is such a wonderful take on his character, a version of him that's a bit to the left, that values himself and his own dignity a bit more than in canon. and maybe one that holds onto bitterness/anger more, as well. but it STILL MAKES SENSE!! it doesn't feel OOC! this au just took the him that stabbed okazaki as self defense and turned that into more active and retaliatory force.

also, strangling a mf to death with HDMI cables is just iconic. pure king shit. anyway... i'm very glad that canon wada's survived this long, and i love him for who he is, but if he had to die, it wouldn't be so bad if it had gone something like this. thank you for creating such an awesome AU.