#ok but I mean it would reallyyyyy piss me off

[adamaramma]

if twilights father turns out to be the lieutenant im genuinely going to crash out.

[dancingalone21]

Sober

Summary: The reader is drunk and she tries to have sex with her best friend Jensen.

Prompt: “Why are you in my bed?!”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

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Jensen tiredly drudges up the stairs in his Malibu home, grumpy as all hell. He just lost $2,000 at a poker game and it’s safe to say that he’s ripshit.

Although he’s not concerned about actually losing the money, being a successful movie director has set his ass up for life.

It’s just the fact that he lost. He’s a competitive fucker, always has been and always will be. It’s in his DNA.

And to add fuel to the fire, his friends refused to give him another chance to win back his money. Claiming it’s too late and they needed to call it a night. It’s only midnight for Christ’s sake. Old bastards.

Jensen’s first stop once he reaches upstairs is your bedroom. Just the thought of lounging with you and watching Netflix improves his mood greatly. He quietly peeks his head in your room, immediately frowning when your bed is empty. 

“Must be at the moron’s house.” Jensen scoffs to himself, aggravated when an image of you and your boyfriend screwing pops in his head.

“Friggin Tom.” Jensen visibly shivers in disgust, refusing to entertain that unsettling thought any longer.

Now retreating to his own bedroom, his moody ass doesn’t give a shit enough to turn on the light. Chucking his Timberland boots across the room, Jensen sighs heavily before dropping down on to his comfy mattress.

Jensen shoots straight up nearly falling off the bed when he’s met with a loud muffled groan. Switching on the lamp next to his king, his eyes widen with shock over what’s before him.

“What the hell…” You whine shoving his shoulder, pissed off that his 6'1 frame just landed on top of you.

“Y/N?”

“What?”

“Why are you in my bed?!” Jensen cries feeling too exasperated to move either one of you.

“I’m hungry. Do you have any food in here?” You yawn loudly while stretching your arms out, your blanket falling down to reveal your lacy bra.

“Are you…” Jensen lifts up his comforter taking in the delicious sight of you in only a green bra and panties. Damn. Green is his favorite color too.

“No food then?” You snap him out of his daze, confusion still evident on his beautiful face.

“Jesus Christ…you’re obviously trashed.” Jensen rolls his eyes, doing his best to not gawk at you even though he really wants to.

“I’m not trash! I’m fucking amazing!” You exclaim with a giggle before falling back on to your pillow.

“No I said you’re trashed…like wasted.” Your best friend clarifies watching you kick off the sheets, giving him a full view that causes his heart to speed up.

“Never mind. Why are you in here?”

“I needed a hug but you weren’t home.” You pout adorably, biting your plump bottom lip. A habit you’ve acquired over the years, it always drives your roommate batshit crazy.

“And you’re half naked because…”

“I was hot! Jeez what’s with the fucking 40 questions!” You yell dramatically gesturing towards the white ceiling.

“It’s 20 questions.”

“What?”

“The phrase is…holy fuck why am I trying to explain shit to you right now.” Jensen breathes out pinching the bridge of his nose causing you to shrug.

“Cause you’re a dope.”

“Right. Aren’t you supposed to be out with Tom?”

“I wanna cut Tom’s dick off and shove it down his throat.” You huff narrowing your eyes.

“Whoa! What the hell did he do?” Jensen tenses up waiting for your answer, he’s been waiting for a chance to kick Tom’s ass.

“He thinks I have feelings for someone else so the bastard broke up with me.” You answer lazily.

“Who?”

“Tom!”

“No…who does he think you like?”

“I think he said Jared.” You reply before stretching again, the moan that falls out of your mouth is very distracting.

“Jared? That’s weird. I mean…do you?”

“Jared Padalecki is hot as hell. The end.” You declare chuckling, swiftly crawling closer to your roommate.

“Ok but do you have feelings for him…”

“Nah his hair is too long.” You wave off the question, barely interested.

“What?” Jensen snickers at the deadpan expression you throw at him.

“I like short hair. More clean cut.” You mumble as you straddle him, ignoring how he freezes at the movement.

“Oh…uh…ok.” Jensen stutters as you run your fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

“I want my hug.”

“Um…” Jensen gulps loudly, you push yourself flush against him and he instinctively grabs on to your hips.

“You smell good.” You whisper into his ear before lightly grazing it with your teeth, moving down to his neck.

“Oh f-fuck.” Jensen’s breath hitches when you grind down on him, heat automatically hitting his cheeks.

“We…uh…ok we need to get some coffee into you.” He says doing his best to be unaffected by the hot girl all over him.

“Why?”

“Because…well…at least let’s get some clothes on you.”

“But I’m hot.” You groan leaning back, sweeping your hair up with one hand and fanning yourself with the other.

“I know.” You raise an eyebrow, causing Jensen to groan internally. Fuck. You meant temperature wise. He mentally smacks himself for that one.

“Ok let’s move you to your bed. How’s that?”

“Why are you trying to get rid of me?” You cross your arms, an attitude now radiating off of you.

“Because you’re half naked on my lap grinding down on my dick and sucking on my neck.” He all but stumbles out, looking completely torn.

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“That’s…that’s a complicated question.”

“No it’s not! It’s either a good thing or it’s a bad thing, man.”

“You’re my best friend and roommate so it’s half good, half bad.”

“Jesus Christ. Is it…is it always this hard to get in your pants?”

“You’re trying to get into my pants?” Jensen asks stupidly getting a grumble in response.

“No I’m trying to bake you a mother fucking cake, Ackles!”

“I am so conflicted right now. Damn it.”

“Your dick isn’t conflicted.” You giggle palming the large bulge pressing against his jeans.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Jensen unwillingly pulls your hand away, shutting his eyes for a second. Silently yelling at himself to get his shit together.

“Let’s get some coffee in you and then we can go from there. Ok?” He smoothly picks you up, getting off the bed and gently sets you down on the carpet.

“Stupid coffee. I don’t even like coffee.” You mutter following him out of the bedroom with a puss.

“Uh go put something on first. Meet me downstairs.” Jensen pauses before bolting down the staircase leaving you alone in the hallway.

What the fuck is happening? What the fuck almost happened? What the fuck will happen?! Jensen is extremely turned  on along with being insanely confused.

Awesome combination.

The noise of you padding your way into the kitchen breaks his train of thought. Continuing to make the coffee, he decides alcohol would be a great idea. At least for him.

“I thought you were gonna put clothes on.” He sighs spinning around to face you.

“I peed instead.”

“You can’t just stroll around the house in your skimpy underwear, Y/N.” He catches himself checking you out, thankful that you’re not paying attention at the moment.

“Why not? I pay my half of the rent!”

Jensen quickly grabs a beer from the fridge and starts chugging it down like he hasn’t had a drink in days.

“So you can drink and I have to have coffee?”

“Yup!”

“Not fair.”

“Life’s not fair.”

“Are you always this bossy towards girls in their underwear?” You snap dropping your phone, stumbling a bit to pick it up. You hear a strangled moan fall from your friend’s lips as he watches you bend over to get it.

“Are you trying to kill me, Y/N?”

“I don’t think so.” You answer innocently making him shake his head as he pours you a cup of coffee.

“You seem a little stressed, Ackles.” You giggle staring at the steaming mug placed in front of you.

“Omg just hurry up! So I can see what sober Y/N wants to do.” He retorts now feeling wildly anxious.

“Wow you reallyyyyy wanna have sex with me huh?” You crack, a full on scowl now gracing your roommate’s features.

“Too bad you’re too scared to do anything about it.” You sass with a smirk.

“If you were sober and acting like this…it’d be a different story. Trust me.” He spits back at you, looking aggravated.

“Really. How so?” You ask, pulling a dark chuckle from his lips.

“I’d fuck you so hard, you’d have to ice your pussy for a week.” Your mouth drops in shock along with Jensen’s, a blush now coming out in full force on his face.

He can’t believe he just fucking said that.

“What?!” You burst out laughing, reacting so hard that you almost fall off of your chair.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” He scoffs rubbing his hand over his face.

“Well I hope we have some ice because I’m sober.” You add smugly leaning back in your seat, your entire demeanor changed.

“Huh.”

“I owe Jared fifty bucks. Son of a bitch.” You laugh clapping your hands together.

“Wait what…”

“I’m not drunk, Jensen. I’m just a good actress. I should totally dump the teacher thing and get into acting.” You wink, enjoying the pure fear on his face.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Jared’s been saying that you’ve wanted me for a while now, that you just needed a little push to make a move. So he came up with this brilliant idea. I thought it wouldn’t work but…”

“This was a fucking prank!” He exclaims jumping up from his seat, pacing around the kitchen with clenched fists.

“First of all…calm down. And second…no  not a prank at all. I meant everything I did and said.” You give him a cute smile, distracting him from his anger.

“I fucking swear.” He mumbles leaning against the kitchen counter, refusing to make eye contact.

You chuckle a bit while getting up and moving over to the fridge to glance inside. A curious look is now being directed towards you and it’s just adorable. You rush over to Jensen and tightly wrap your arms around his waist. Looking up at him with a grin, he can’t help but seem a little amused.

“I just checked…we have ice.”

“Thank fucking god.” Jensen all but growls, latching on to you in a bruising kiss.

[ranting-venting-etc]

Hell Hath Broken Loose—eth!

(Part 2 of Roomate from HELL)

So....here we go into November. Cody (my bf) and I are sitting on the couch minding our own business, watching tv. Cody is scrolling through Instagram and suddenly I see his face go from relaxed and happy to hurt and angry. I turn to ask him what’s wrong and he just shows me his phone. I look and there’s the post that began this whooooole thing!!! Lovely Mindy (his best friend of 8 years, and my roommate/friend) posted a picture of herself with the caption “does 3 people in an apartment mean we can split the rent 3 ways?”

WHERE THE HELL DID THIS COME FROM?!

Cody was hurt, and rightfully so. He had let her stay at his apartment multiple times and even offered to let her stay there for FREE for the semester before we got our apartment together. Side note: For a while, she wasn’t sure where she would be able to go because her mother’s new bf didn’t want her staying with them. For what reason, idk.

Cody was instantly upset and felt like he wasn’t wanted there which pissed me off for 2 reasons! 1: this apartment is half mine, so Mindy had no right to tell me who I could and couldn’t have over. 2: that is the love of my life that you just upset! HELL NO!

Now, I am not a confrontational person at all, I just have a very short tolerance for rudeness, stupidity, etc. Doesn’t mean I go at people because I’m easily irritated/angered. Normally I just vent about it to another person or write about it (he he he) or just keep it in my head. Buuuut, I don’t allow myself to be walked all over either. So I will say things in that instance. I just don’t like confrontation for 2 reasons. 1: I don’t like hurting people. 2: I can get reallyyyyy mean if I get angry during a conversation.

But Mindy had hurt my baby and I wasn’t about to let it go. I calmed myself as much as possible and text her if I could come in her room and talk to her. When I text her, the light was on in her room (I could see it from under the door) and I could hear noise from her moving around and stuff. She was definitely awake. She always has her phone right beside her too. And is often listening to music so she’d notice my text either way.

I get no response. Cody goes to my room, feeling down. I’m even more mad. Still trying to remain calm, I go knock on the door. I knock twice, I can literally hear her moving in the room, no answer. I proceed to call. Nothing. So she’s a coward. She can post crap but not talk about things that are bothering her. She just goes behind your back. True colors came out to me right then and I was livid! You do not do things like that to people you call your friends! You just don’t.

I have every impulse to go beat on her door until she opens it, but I refrain for obvious reasons. She’s not worth my time at that point. It’s not even the post I’m mad about at the moment, it was being a coward. If you have the nerve to post it, have the nerve to talk to the people you knew were going to confront you about it.

The next day, I get a text from her around 1pm saying that she “didn’t see” my text and we can talk tonight. You had your phone all last night because you were clearly on Instagram posting shit, and you want me to believe you just now saw my text at 1pm when you got up at like 8am?! Whatever Mindy.

That night, I go talk to her. She still has no backbone to come talk to me first or anything, keep in mind. So I go knock on the door. No answer. I’m about to be pisssssssed when I hear her softly say come in.

I go in only to see her in the dark, wadded up beneath her covers, her face lit up by her laptop and looking afraid. Immediately my brain was like, wtf. Do you think I’m here to murder you?! Act like an adult!!

I go sit on the bed, probably after looking at her like she was a complete weirdo, and sit down. She closes the laptop and turns her lamp on. She doesn’t say anything, I simply say “do you have a problem with Cody being here?”

She sighs and starts raking her fingers through her hair. “No! That’s not what that was about! I just get worried about money sometimes.”

“So you think it’s better to post about it then to talk about it...?”

Mindy got louder “no! I just...I got upset for a moment and I made the post.”

So in my head, I’m processing, so you’re not apologizing, you make posts about people when you’re “upset,” somehow you think you being upset justifies the fact that you broadcast your complaints about two people that have done a lot for you, and this entire story is a FAKE.

I knew she had made that post for other reasons. Money was not what pushed her to do this. Our power bill only fluctuated because of the air conditioning that SHE messed with. Nothing else changed because of Cody. He used no more water than me, and our water bill had gone down! He also bought his own groceries. So it’s not like we were buying him food.

I sat there and looked at her face and could tell that there was way more she wanted to say.

“Well, he’s not using that much stuff. I’ll try to turn the lights off sooner for you. You sure that’s all this is?”

She nodded but wouldn’t look at me, “yeah, just money. I know it’s stupid.”

So...using my psychoanalytic skills, I said, “ok, well you know if there’s anything you ever wanna talk about you can. You don’t have to post things, you can just say it. I don’t mind.”

...........”I feel like I’m not wanted in my own apartment!”

*eye roll*.........theeeeeere it was