#that must have sucked for Jared

[jarpadandjensens]

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[bless-my-demons]

Scared of Losing You - Part 2

Paul Lahote x Reader

Summary: It was just an accident, what is the infamous big bad Paul Lahote afraid of?

Losing his imprint, that’s what.

Warnings: panic attack, curse words, buncha’ angst that ends with fluff

Notes: of course I had to write a Paul POV since you guys loved the first one! Oh I love a good bit of angst

Word count: 2300

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Part One

Metal crunching, sirens wailing, frantic voices - they were all on a loop in my brain and I was helpless to stop it.

I could feel the eyes on me, the worried glances, but I didn’t give a shit.

“Sam, please don’t-”

“Paul, you’re wearing a hole in the floor, the doctors have it under control-” I know Sam is trying to reason with me, reason with my wolf, but I can’t take it.

“Don’t fucking tell me this shit is fine or it’s going to be fine, it’s not fucking fine!” I close my eyes and force out a breath, blowing up at my brother is not what I fucking need right now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t, I know what you’re feeling. Imprints and rational thought don’t go together.” Sam gives me a sad, lopsided grin.

Just then, a nurse walks in the waiting room and the entire pack stands. It’s late in this po-dunk little town and we’re the only people here, she’s here about my girl.

“Are you the family of-” She starts but hesitates, eying everyone gathered.

“Yes, all of us.” Thank the ancestors for Sam taking charge, I don’t think I could force out a response past the tightness in my chest.

“She is stable,” relief floods my system, “but she remains in critical condition.” Panic, pure and thick forces its way down my throat and everything grinds to a fucking halt.

What does she mean ‘stable but critical’?

I can’t hear anything she continues to explain, the ringing in my ears too loud. Sam, I turn to my brother, watching as he focuses on the nurse and nods along. If she’s stable, why do I feel like I’m drowning?

A hand on my shoulder startles me, Jared.

The nurse must of finished her report, because Sam meets my gaze - his lips are moving, but I can’t fucking hear. He grips my shoulder and tugs me forward, into the hallway, but no one is following us.

“Breathe.” His voice is under water and distant, my vision is soda-strawed in on his mouth and I’m trying. I’m trying to understand, trying to suck in oxygen.

My lips are starting to tingle, just like my fingers.

She—I can’t—she can’t—

I can’t even string a thought together about what this means in a way that makes sense and the silence in this hallway is fucking roaring.

Sam cups the back of my neck and brings me forward so that we’re forehead to forehead, his other hand grabs my wrist to bring my hand to his chest, he exaggerates a deep breath and waits for me to follow suit.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I didn’t notice the tremor in my hands, in my arms, my body.

The ringing in my ears begins to fade.

Breathe in, breathe out.

The beeping of heart monitors and the low voices of our family begin to filter through the fog surrounding my brain.

I bring my other arm around Sam’s shoulder and pull him in for a hug, I’d be absolutely fucked without this man’s guidance.

“Thank you.” My voice is small and muffled by his thick jacket.

“Always here, brother.” He pats my back in a soothing manner and it shakes me out of the lingering stupor that had me paralyzed. “Let’s go see her.”

“See her?” I can’t contain the surprise and the hope in my voice, I get to see my girl?

“Nurse said she can have two visitors at a time, I’ll sneak the rest of the boys in later, but she needs you first.”

Following Sam down the hallway feels like a dream, a nightmare.

He stops at a door and glances over his shoulder, raises an eyebrow and pushes it open after I nod. I focus on his back as we enter the dimly lit room, but my eyes snap to the figure on the bed when I hear a small hitch in Sam’s breath.

My girl.

My imprint.

My reason for existing.

There’s so many wires. Wires running under the collar of her hospital gown, a heart rate monitor clipped to her delicate finger. Tubes, ancestors—the tubes. She has a breathing tube forced in her mouth, an IV line taped to her right forearm, but the worst yet if that’s even possible—my eyes burn at the sight of a larger gage tube peeking out from the left side of her gown currently draining into a clear container of blood at her bedside. There’s swelling and the beginning of bruising around her left eye that makes me shudder. And fuck, all the cuts, my eyes scan over every inch of exposed skin. The fucking cast on her right leg.

My sweet, sweet girl.

I take a shuddering breath as Sam scoots a chair within my reach, I tug it towards the end of her bed—afraid to touch her anywhere other than the uninjured real estate of her body, which leaves me with her left ankle. I wrap my hand around it and frown at how cold her skin is. I’m here, I’ll warm you up.

Sam pulls up on the other side of the bed facing her, “Three cracked ribs, a fractured orbital bone, a punctured lung, and a broken tibia. They’re worried about the lung, it’s been sutured, they’re monitoring the chest tube output.” He scrubs a hand down his face, “she’s sedated for her own comfort, which is why she’s intubated. To give her some rest.”

I squeeze my eyes closed as he lists everything, why my girl? My imprint? Before we’ve… even had a chance? A tear slides down my cheek and clings to my chin annoyingly.

“Paul, she’s going to make it,” my eyes snap open, ready to chew him out because fucking look at her, but he continues, “she’s banged up to hell and back, but the docs are confident she’ll recover. She just needs you and some rest.”

I glance at her and send a prayer up to the ancestors, please let them be right. I’ve never asked for anything, but I’m asking for her.

“She is strong, has to be if she’s yours.” He gives a half-assed chuckle that barely lifts the corner of my mouth.

“Ancestors know, she’s got a handful to deal with if she ever accepts the bond.” I can tell my tone is sad and I wince.

“You have to give her the chance, but I know she will.”

My eyes snap to his.

“Don’t give me that look, that girl is head over heels for you.” He dared to fucking smirk.

“H-how could you possibly know that-”

“She looks at you the same way Kim looks at Jared, same look I see in Em’s eyes every day, you’re just fucking blind.” Sam states it like it’s a matter-of-fact.

I huff, no fucking way.

“Huff all you want, but you brother, are lovable—contrary to your own hard-headed belief. And you already love her.”

“Of course I fucking do, she’s meant for me.”

“Meant for you, that’s what the imprinting tells us. But I’m talking about the love sick puppy eyes you follow her around with-”

“I don’t-” But he cuts me off.

“You do and you’re not as covert with it as you think you are.”

He’s right, I can’t fucking argue with that.

“How do you do it?” I ask him abruptly.

“Do what?” I can feel his eyes on me.

“Sit here, useless, like this. With her, like that.” My voice is quiet, afraid.

“It’s not easy,” he sighs and leans back in his plastic chair, “but you do it because she needs you, she’s the center of your gravity now, the reason behind everything we do. So we wait, together.”

I nod along, folding my arms and settling in to watch the steady rise and fall of her chest.

I’m here baby, I’m here.

Soft mummering slowly starts to peck at my awareness, the dull pain beginning to flare in my back from being hunched over the foot of this hospital bed.

“How long have I been here?” Her scratchy voice wraps around my heart and squeezes.

Her heart rate ticks up audibly on the monitor and I lift my head to answer her, “Three days.”

I squeeze her uninjured ankle gently, so fucking glad to finally see those eyes.

“Going for coffee, I’ll bring you back one.” Sam turns to kick the boys awake and it causes her to giggle, fuck I missed that sound.

As they leave and the door clicks shut, a heavy tension settles over the room causing my heart to leap into my throat.

“Sweetheart.” I opt for being gentle, she won’t meet my eyes so I swipe my thumb over the skin of her ankle.

Her eyes meet mine and I list off her injuries, needing to get the information out of the way before I fuck all of this up with my feelings, but I can’t finish the sentence—the feeling of helplessness crashes back into me.

“Paul,” I close my eyes and inhale at how gently she utters my name, “Paul.” She’s serious now, I turn to her with the beginnings of tears causing my vision to swim. Why can’t I fucking do this?

“I’m still here, what are you so scared of?” Her voice is so small, the insanity of her question pulls a laugh from my chest.

I rub at my temples and mumble a “You.” Hoping she wouldn’t catch it, terrified she would.

“What?” Surprise, she’s genuinely surprised.

“You.” My eyes lock onto hers with full force and my resolve steals a bit. “You’ve… you’ve wormed your way in here-” my chest is on fire and her breath hitches, “and I was scared. Am scared.” Pausing to gather my thoughts, the tension is thick, “your car, seeing it flipped… it’s like the world stopped and I couldn’t hear anything-couldn’t think straight, but watching you getting pulled out, I-” I groan out of frustration. “I-I-” I stutter like a fucking idiot, get a grip. “So I haven’t left. Can’t. I can’t even think of leaving this room let alone going home and just being useless-”

“Paul, I’m fine.” She tries to reach for my hands, but she stops mid-motion and lets out a small gasp, her ribs.

“Please don’t do that, don’t say that, you weren’t awake when they brought you in with that fucking tube down your throat-” my hands start trembling and I stop. “You weren’t fine and nothing-nothing else matters.” I finish with a whisper.

Her chin starts to wobble.

Fuck.

“Sweetheart,” I rise from my chair and cup her delicate cheeks, mindful of the scratches and bandages. “Sweetheart, please…” I swipe my thumb over her cheekbone to try and soothe her, but a tear spills over and threatens to stop my heart.

“I’m so sorry.” Her voice wobbles and it spears me right down to my soul.

I lean down further, pressing me forehead to her own, my nose barely brushing hers. The heart rate monitor picks up in speed and I grin, I affect her.

“I’m the one that’s sorry.” I admit quietly, before I lose my confidence. “I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner how I’ve felt.”

She stops breathing all together, my lips brush her cheek as I whisper into her ear, “breathe.” She immediately gulps oxygen down.

What a good girl.

After a few seconds, her unusual quietness and my anxiety gets the better of me, “You don’t have to say anything-”

“Kiss me?”

I’m done for.

Box me up and throw me in the ground.

Kiss me? Kiss her? Is this real?

She’s like gravity and I’m helpless to resist her pull, I tilt her chin upwards and I search her face—committing this moment to memory for all of eternity.

“If you-” I can’t even let her finish the thought.

Heaven, this is what heaven is like. Has to be.

My mouth seals over hers and immediately I know nothing could top this, top the feel of how goddamn perfect we fit together.

I pull back because I know she needs oxygen, her monitors are beeping erratically all over the place. But she whimpers, fucking whimpers and chases my mouth.

Ancestors—she’s got me hook, line, and sinker.

I take pity on her and lean in with a chuckle before taking her mouth again. Fuck, how on earth have I managed to wait this long for this? I fear I could kiss her all day long and then some, ravish her from sun up to sun down and still not find it in me to stop.

My hands gently slide into her hair, I can’t fucking help it. A gasp from her punches right through my sanity and I shiver. I’m on auto-pilot and I seize the opportunity to lick past her lips and I fucking moan at how goddamn perfect she is.

She’s in the hospital. For a lot of injuries. She’s in pain. A lot of pain and on a lot of medications.

I managed to rip myself away and force my feet to pace around the end of her bed, get a fucking grip Lahote.

“Too much?” Her beautiful lips tilt in a shit eating grin, she knows.

Too much? Not fucking enough.

Before I could think of how to respond, Emily pushed the door open with a soft rap of her fist against the wood “knock, knock.”

Emily is like a soothing balm over my frayed nerves, always has been.

“Come in.” I tell her as I push my chair closer so that I can take her much smaller hand in mine, careful of the IV taped to the back of her hand. I can feel a satisfied grin overtaking my mouth as my eyes glue to our joined hands.

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[blackbirdie1234]

Brothers Best Friend Pt.2

Pt.1        

Sam Uley! x Fem!Reader!

A/N: Part Two of a two-part series where Sam is your brother's friend. Slightly based on the plot of New Moon. Emily is Sam's cousin in this. Sorry this took me so long, I've been super busy. Sorry if this sucks lol I didn't proofread but I hope you like it. Feel free to comment, I would love feedback! Stay tuned for my Fred Weasley fics soon!

Warnings//: Profanity.

Summary: Sam is your brother's best friend. What happens when suddenly you start hearing rumors that they have joined a gang and gone off the rails.

B/N=Brothers name (make one up if you wish

"I only have one, why did my brother attack Sam like that? It was out of nowhere, I couldn't even react. It all happened so fast," you ask with confusion trying to wrap your head around all of this.

She looked at you a bit stunned as if she didn't know that piece of information, and you had just said something bizarre. 

"He what?" she stuttered. "Wait B/N attacked Sam? Is that why they shifted? I thought the boys caught a whiff of....... never mind" she trailed off, not meaning to slip up.

"Caught a whiff of what?" you ask, staring at her intensely. She looks up at you like a guilty child getting caught doing something wrong by their parents, she avoids your eyes and stands up starting to clean up what you assume was lunch, until the boys were interrupted.

"Of what, Emily" you press, a bit more sternly.

Just as Emily was about to speak, all of the boys barged into the house playfully pushing each other around. You search the group for your brother and Sam. They must still be outside. You sit there as Emily laughs at the boy’s antics and kisses her boyfriend Jared. They all turn to look at you. 

“I guess the Wolf’s out of the bag” Embry remarks with a smirk.

“Sorry if we scared you Y/n,” Quil says with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. 

You smile shyly at them  

“ It’s okay, I think the initial shock is gone,” you say with a breathy laugh.

“Sam and B/n are on the porch if you want to go talk to them,” Jared added, moving to sit at the table and grabbing a muffin. 

You nod your head and stand up, walking to the front door nervously. You could hear your heartbeat booming in your ears. You were more nervous to talk to Sam than anyone. Ever since you made eye contact you couldn't get him out of your head, you feel guilty but your brother barely crossed your mind. You should have been worried about B/n but you couldn’t help but worry for Sam, wondering why B/n would attack him and if he was okay. You near the door and before you can open it your brother walks into the house. You stare at each other for a while, he can tell on your face that he isn’t the one you were hoping to see. He doesn’t say a word, only tossing his head back to the porch and continuing to walk into the kitchen. You continue to walk out of the house and see Sam sitting on the steps with his head in his hands. He looks up when he hears your footsteps. You sit next to him and look out at the trees, not saying a word.

“I assume Emily filled you in” Sam begins, hesitation clear in his voice.

“She did, at least part of it. I know what you and the rest of the boys are. I don’t know why, or what any of this means though.” You answer. You hear him sigh, and when you look over at him you can see he’s restraining himself, like he wants to say something but is hesitating heavily. Trying to find the right words before he begins. 

“I need you to trust me, I need you to listen and I need you to promise me you won’t take off running before I finish explaining” He breathed. 

You stare at him momentarily, a bit scared and shocked at what he is saying. You already know he is a werewolf, what could he tell you that would make you run when you haven’t already? 

“Okay, I promise” You accepted. You were nervous, but you couldn’t help the pull you felt towards Sam. You could sit there for hours not saying a word and be perfectly content. You tried to push your feelings down in his moment, now was not the time to let your emotions take control. 

“Growing up with the stories of our tribe, you already know what we are… but there are things, secrets, only the pack members and elders know.” He sighs, breath shaking from nervousness. 

You sit waiting patiently for him to continue. 

“None of this was a choice, not a single one of us chose this for ourselves. I don’t think any of us would choose this life if we did have a say in it.” He takes a moment to glance at you, then continues. “ In our world, there is something called an imprint. An imprint is a person that you have a special bond with. When you meet this person,  it is no longer gravity holding you to the earth… it's them. Having an imprint is like having a best friend, a lover, a sister, or anything that the bond decides that you are. It's not always romantic, it can be whatever the imprint decides they need. We wolves go along with it, we are happy to. On our side of things, we will be whatever the imprint wants or needs. We act as a built-in protector, friend, family member, or…lover.” he trails, glancing at you to read your face.

“ So what does this have to do with me?” You say confused. 

“You are my imprint Y/N, I understand all of this is shocking and crazy. If you need time to figure things out I will support that and whatever else you need. Just say the word and I will back off.” He says rushing, trying to be clear that you have a choice even if he doesn’t. 

“Do you even like me? I mean I know you said that it doesn’t have to be romantic but do you even want me to be your imprint?” You said, insecurity dripped from your words. You didn't mean to sound so rude or disappointed but you wanted to know that these feelings were not one-sided. You had feelings for him and now you’re bonded, but he is making it seem like he wouldn’t have picked you if he had the choice. 

He doesn’t have a choice. This thought repeats in your head filling the silence that takes over until he begins speaking again. 

“You’re my best friend's little sister” He heaves a sigh. He puts his head in his hands and grips his hair before looking up at you again. 

“Fuck it” He mumbles before grabbing the back of your head and bringing you closer to him in one smooth motion. You can feel the heat coming off your body, your cheeks become warmer and you become more nervous under his intense gaze. He looks down at your lips and then into your eyes, waiting for you to pull away or tell him to stop. You sit there shocked for a second, mind racing and body not fully responding to what is happening. 

“Yes,” you speak barely above a whisper, answering his unasked question. 

That's all he needs before he connects your lips, grip still on the back of your head. Your eyes close and you sink into the moment. All the years of pining suddenly become clear as the kiss deepens. Two people who have tried to keep their feelings hidden finally let them flow as their mouths move perfectly in sync. The kiss is aggressive, hard, and fueled by fire but also soft, warm, and loving. Contradicting itself but turning into the perfect blend of yin and yang. It was a representation of the people who made it.

You both pull away out of breath but longing for more. You open your eyes, catching your breath. You push on his chest softly and back up. As amazing as the kiss was, you needed to hear him say how he felt. You needed to know that it wasn’t just the imprint bond.

He quickly realized what you were searching for and smiled softly, moving his hand from your head and taking your hands into his own. 

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids” he said blushing, looking down at his hands and then looking out to the beach in the distance.

 “I knew since the day your brother and I were playing with BB guns and he shot me in the forehead. Even though it was an accident you screamed at him and called him stupid for not being more careful.” You both laugh softly at the memory, he smiles at you before continuing. “You took me inside and gave me a bag of frozen peas to put on my head. I was embarrassed but you looked at me with the purest look in your eyes and told me that ‘everyone got hurt and it was okay to let someone else help you every once and a while’. I realized how special you are, I wanted to be around you to feel that comfort that you so easily gave. From that day on my feelings only grew, but I didn’t want your brother to find out. I thought that he would hate me, I thought that I would be a bad friend for even considering liking you. So I hid it, and slowly I started ignoring you. I feel horrible for it but I had to, I couldn't talk to you or even be near you without feeling like I was going to slip up and reveal what I was trying to suppress. I also never even considered that you would ever feel the same. So I’m sorry I never told you and I ignored you for so long but I didn’t feel like I had any other choice” He finishes his rant letting out a long breath 

You smile widely, gazing at him lovingly. You reach up and turn his head to face you, taking his face into your hands. 

“ How did you not realize what was right in front of you, I've felt the same way for so long I can't even begin to tell you how long I've felt this way.” You breathe out a laugh. “I understand, why you did what you did. I did the same honestly, I was scared of how B/N would react so I pushed down my feelings and tried to act normal. Sam we don’t have to hide ourselves anymore. I want this”

 You take his hand in your own squeezing it slightly. “If this is what you want, you have a choice in this as well,” You say kindly. 

He looks at your hands interlinked and then back at you smiling softly. “Of course, this is what I want, this will always be what I want Y/N” 

You share another loving kiss before you hear loud cheering and hollering coming from inside. You both turn your heads to see the boys celebrating and acting like it’s New Year's. They start plummeting towards you both, patting Sam on the back and pushing him. 

“Yeah, yeah. Chill out guys” Sam demands, smiling and shoving them backwards. 

You stare at them smiling and laughing at their antics, until you see your brother standing in the doorway. 

“You have my blessing by the way,” He says with a smirk. 

“Like I need it” You retort rolling your eyes at his cockiness. 

You stand up and follow him inside, while the boys continue to gush about how they can finally stop hearing Sam’s sad and depressing thoughts about you. 

Your brother tells you that he didn’t mean to react the way he did but the wolf can be hard to control. He informs you about all that he’s been going through these past months and how he wanted to tell you and your parents for so long, but since Sam is the alpha what he says goes. You tell him to go see your parents tomorrow and how much pain he has caused the family. 

After the talk, you both head down to the beach and sit around the fire. You’re cuddling with Sam, surrounded by everyone laughing and enjoying the clear-skied night. You realize this is exactly where you want to be. This is exactly what you’ve wanted for a long time. You’re going to love this new life that is forming in front of you.

[writtenbyan-aries]

since ur now writing for Zach can I pls get a Jared Bailey one shot?? You have free rein and no rish at all for this req. thank uuu fic mommy

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of Jared being drunk, drink, flirting, friends to lovers trope, love confession, slight sexting (Jared is bold when he’s drunk), unprotected sex, semi rough actions, biting, scratching, but more love making pretty much? Slight angst, maybe? Fluff with a dash of smut

Based off of this TikTok.

Word count: 4.4k | not really edited

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You weren’t really excited about Coachella, but your friends on the podcast were destined to change your mind.

You joined the podcast earlier on in the year, and when Coachella came around, you had a ticket that you couldn’t get out of - no matter how hard you tried.

“Come on.” Tara begs, “You need to come with us!”

You sigh, “Tara, I don’t r-“

“You’re either coming or you’re fired.” Zach says and Jared steps in, “Hey now. Don’t say that, a lot of people like her.”

“By those people you mean you?” Zach teases and Jared’s face turns a shade of red, “That- No. I didn’t..” he laughs, “I think it would add to the fun if y/n came with us.”

You let out a long, dramatic sigh, “Twist my arm harder why don’t you?”

——

Weekend one was a partial blur.

You get bits and pieces as you look at the photos you took, which were a mess by the way, but they were so funny to look at.

You had to admit, you were so glad you didn’t try to back out last minute.

One thing in particular that you remember clear as day is standing in the crowd, Jared’s arm around you as you listen to Lana and Billie sing ‘Ocean Eyes’.

You were in total awe of them, just like Jared was of you.

He looks down at you a gently smile resting on his lips as he admires your face. How your eyes are glazed over from a mixture of alcohol happiness because being here was so much better than you had originally thought.

Even though he was slightly plastered, Jared couldn’t seem to keep his love drunk stare off of you. You’d look up at him and he’d just smile at you before looking back up toward the stage.

Every now and then Tara would elbow you and smirk, teasing you about how close you and Jared have become, “I told you, you needed to come.”

You roll your eyes, smiling as you lean into Jared’s body more. Another think you remember,is how you and Jared went back and fourth, all night stealing drunk kisses from each other.

It quickly turned into a competition and the race to find who can steal the most by the end of the night was on - and you won that race.

As weekend one at Coachella came to an end, you can definitely feel that you and Jared are closer. You text and talk on the phone more. You pick on him during the podcasts more and even though his red cheeks scream that he hates it, he secretly loves any attention you give him.

You tried not to let it get to you, but you were questioning yourself on why he hasn’t said anything about what happened.

Fuck, pictures get out from fans, you’re most likely getting a dating label slapped on your asses.

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W E E K E N D • T W O

“Sucks you can’t come tonight.” Jared says as he puts on his hat. Your eyes move up his body, and you nod as you lean back in the chair, “Yeah, but you know what they say, your moms birthday only happens once a yet or something like that.”

Jared starts laughing and you join in, proud of your joke.

“God I love you.”

You both freeze and he laughs nervously, “You know, cause you’re my best friend. You got that label faster than Zach did.”

You smile slightly, keeping the pain of being friend zoned as contained as you can, “Right.”

He must not remember last weekend.

You nod, “No I get it.” You stand up, checking your phone, “I gotta go. I have to get dressed and then go to my parents house.”

You walk towards the door and stop before you leave, “Have fun tonight.” You smile and he nods, “It’ll be hard without you.”

You laugh, “Call me if you get bored.” As you walk towards the steps, Jared yells out, “You’re going to regret saying that.”

——

As you’re sitting in your parents living room, you get a text from jared and you smile as you read over it, Ready for that phone call yet? I’m bored out of my fucking mind.

Attached was a selfie of him from the chin up. You save that, adding it to the collection of birthday post photos, My sister is taking forever to get ready, so if you want to call quick you can.

Within a quick minute, your phone lights up with JareBear🧸🤍 appearing across the screen. You bring it to your ear as you answer, “Is it really that bad?”

“Oh god, you have no idea.” He groans on the other end, “The artist we’re waiting for, I guess is Ice Spice, but she doesn’t come on until later.”

“sorry to tell ya, sweetie, but you got a few more hours yet.” You laugh slightly and he sighs, whining out, “Don’t make it worse.”

You smirk, “Sorry, sorry.”

Your mind races as you think about just asking him if he remembers what happened last weekend and why you aren’t his girlfriend yet, but as soon as you get read to, your mom rushes out, “Okay. Okay. Shes finally ready.”

“Sounds like you gotta go.” Jared sighs, “Tell your mom I said happy birthday.”

You don’t want to hang up, but you know it’s the right thing to do, “I’ll call you later.” You laugh as you stand up, “Don’t get drunk, too fast.”

He laughs, “I’m not making any promises, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head, “Yeah, yeah.”

“Y/n.” Your sister waves you on and you nod, “Alright, I’m being herded so..” you laugh, “Be safe. Call if you need anything.”

“Promise.”

You hang up and walk over to your sister. She stares st you and you give her a look, “What?”

“That JareBear?” She smirks and you scoff, “I- none.. of your business.” You walk down to the car and she sighs, “The way he looks at you on the podcast, y/n,.”

You stop before you open the door and you nod, “When he looks at me.. I feel like he’s looking at me like I’m actually something worth looking at.”

She juts her lip out and furrows her brows, “He sooo likes you.” She laughs and walks around to get in. Your mom looks back at you, “How’s Jared?”

You feel your cheek heat at the sound of his name, “He’s good. He says happy birthday by the way.” She smiles, “Tell him I said thank you.”

You look down, tapping the screen to type out a text to Jared, My mom says thank you for the birthday wishes.

You see the bubbles pop up and you smile at how fast he answers you, I love your mom, she’s so nice. You smile, Yeah, now you know where I get my niceness from.

You rest your phone down and watch out the window as your mind races about what you are with Jared.

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As the night goes on, you can tell that Jared is getting drunker by the hour, but he still manages to answer you right away.

It might not be anything related to your previous text, but he still answers you.

You cover your mouth as you read the texts coming in from Jared, “Oh my god.” You lean over to your sister, whispering lowly to her as you bring your phone between the two of you, “look at this.”

I have a glowsitck

Gkoesyick

Fuck

GLOWSTCK

damn it

You laugh and type back quickly before he sends another text, Are you drunk again, J?

You knew calling him J would get him. You don’t do it often, but you’re the only person who calls him that, so it drives Jared crazy in such a good way.

“Do you think he is?” Your sister asks and you laugh with a nod, “Dude.” You lean in, “Last weekend we-“ you glance up at your mom and dad, who are lost in conversation with their friends.

You lower your voice, “When we were drunk, we were all over each other. Literally had a competition to see who could steal kisses from the other most.”

“Who won?”

“Me.” You smirk, and she nods, “Good, carry on.”

You continue filling her in on the night and she smirks, “If you guys don’t become a couple by the end of night, I’m calling him nyself.”

You laugh, looking down as you read his text, Maybe a little bit, and don’t do that.

You bite your lip, playing innocent, Don’t do what?

Your sister leans in, “I think he’s just waiting for another sign that says you want him.” You roll your eyes and before you can argue, she sighs, “This is a man we’re talking about, okay? As much as we hate it, most of them are stubborn as fuck and can’t see what’s right there.”

You shrug, “i think I’ll ask him when I talk to him tomorrow, when he isn’t drunk.” You sip your wine and almost spit it out at your sister’s next statement.

“Invite him back for your place tonight.”

“I can’t do that.” You laugh nervously as you sip your wine, “that’s.. what if.. I can’t..” you shake your head and down the rest of your wine, just in time for the waiter to come and refill the glasses.

Your phone vibrates and you look down after thanking the waiter, You know whayt swerthesr t

You smirk, Are you having fun, J?

“If he wakes up at your place then you have no choice but to talk to him about your relationship.” Your sister nudges you, “That man loves you.”

You smile, pressing your lips together as you chew on your inner cheek. You look down at your phone and your heart skips a beat at Jared’s text, I rally wish yoi werehere we coujd have a repest of last week emf.

You chew on your thumbnail, really thinking about what your sister said, until your mom pulls you from your thoughts, “right, y/n? Honey.”

“What? Sorry.” You laugh slightly, “I think I had a little bit too much wine.” Your mom laughs, “I was just telling Erica about you and Jared, how long have you been together?”

“You do that Dropouts Podcast with him, too, right?” Erica adds and you sigh, “Mom.” You laugh, “Nothing is official, and please don’t be spreading that stuff around.”

“Yeah mom, if that gets out and it’s not true, the fans will come for you.” Your sister jokes and your mom rolls her eyes, “Oh gosh, you and these influencer rules and stuff.”

She goes back to her conversation and you go back go looking at Jared’s message, So you do remember.

He instantly responds, it’s short but you understand, I do.

You look around, excusing yourself before you get up to go to the bathroom, composing yourself because this is a step in the right direction - but you were naturally nervous.

You lean against the sink as you type, I was kind of worried you didn’t remember all of the things with us. That’s about all I can remember.

You look in the mirror, fixing your hair and reapplying your lipstick before walking back out to the table.

Everyone is standing and gathering their things to head to the car. You follow them out, lagging behind with your sister to fill her in on the conversation.

“Progress.” She nods, “Good progress.”

You can’t help but smile as you get in and you look down at your phone, “They’re watching Ice Spice and then I don’t know what they’re doing.”

“I’ll go get him if need be, just..” she looks at you, mouthing out the words, “Get him to come over.”

You roll your eyes, laughing as you shake your head, “I just..” she cuts you off with a tap on the arm and she shakes her head.

“Fine.” You smirk, “I’ll do it.”

——

The car ride from your parent’s house to your house was nerve racking. You stayed there a little bit after and the heat that’s been building up in the conversation between you and Jared was now on fire.

You sat in your car staring at the messages Jared had sent when you were driving, I’m drimk.

So ddrunk.

I love yoy

I’m drunk and o love hou

You rest your fingers over your lips, jumping slightly when you see his incoming call, “Hey, Jare. You doing okay?”

“I was just.. you haven’t answered my texts and I-“

You cut him off, calming him down, “I just got home. I’m still in my car. Here.” You tap the FaceTime icon, “Go to FaceTime, Jare.”

It takes him a second but when his face pops up on the screen, he smiles when he sees you, “Hiii, pretty girl.”

His words send thousands of butterflies lose in your stomach, “It’s me. Hi. I read your texts and I really think you should Uber to my place when you leave Coachella.”

He raises his brows with a smirk, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m already on my way then, yeah?”

“Wait.” You perk up, “Seriously?”

He laughs, “Yeah I’m walking to my Uber now. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.” You bite your lip, “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me, see you soon, baby.”

Your breath hitches and you smile, “See you soon.”

You hang up and race inside, moving around to make everything look nice and neat before running to get a quick shower.

Once feeling refreshed, you opt for a simple t shirt and sweats and your body froze when you heard the door open, “y/n. I’m here.”

You take a deep breath before making your way out, “Hey.” You smile and walk over to him, “How was Ice Spice?”

Jared stares at you before failing at trying to hold back his laughter, “shit, okay. Zach is probably going to bring this up on the podcast because he loves to embarrass me, but-“

He laughs harder, “Okay, so, with us being whatever we are now, would you get mad if I say something about another woman’s ass?”

You furrow your brows in confusion and shake your head, “No.” you raise them, tilting your head, “but, now I’m really intrigued.”

Jared pulls you over to the couch, tossing his hat down on the end stand before he sits down next to you, “so..” he turns towards you, “I’m going to be honest.”

You nod and he sighs, “I was watching the show, and I was thinking about you, and then..” he laughs, “I never knew that someone ass could move like that before.”

You cover your mouth, laughing as you lean back, “Oh my god, Jared.”

“And it..” he lowers his voice, “Turned me on, so then..” He brings his voice back to normal volume, “I naturally thought of you and you know..” he reaches up, brushing hair from your face, “How you make me smile..”

You smile and he smirks as he brushes his hand over your cheek, “and I’m also super horny, but that is way besides the point.”

He laughs slightly and without any hesitation on your end, you grab his face and smash your lips into his. He groans slightly and his hand reaches out to grip your hip, “Mm.” He leans back slightly, eyes scanning over your face, “Do you want to do this?”

You nod, “Do you want to be with me?”

A smirk grows across his face as he nods, “Of course I fucking do.” He pulls you in, kissing you once more as he pulls you into his lap.

His hands snake under your shirt and his cock grows harder as he rolls your perked up nipples between his fingers.

You let out a moan, grinding down on him as he kneads your boobs, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” Jared whispers, slipping one hand out from under your shirt so he can cup your cheek, “Take your shirt off for me.”

You nod, bunching up the bottom of your shirt before you pull it over your head. He unties his bandana from his neck and leans forward just enough to slip his shirt from his body.

“So are you.” You lean in, kissing up his chest to his neck then over to his lips. His hands grip your hips, moving them slowly as your tongues dance for dominance.

He wins and bites down on your bottom lip, earning a moan from you. You look down at him when he lets your lip go and you whimper, “Can I finally have you?”

He bites his lip, pulling you into him as he sits up to meet you, “You, my love, can have whatever you want.”

You smirk and slide your hands down, nails dragging against his skin. His jaw falls slack when you lift up to slim a hand under you to palm at his aching cock through his shorts.

You lean in, lips brushing against his ear, “You feel so big, J.”

“Fuck.” He breathes out before pushing his lips to yours. He pulls you into him and rolls you over so your back is flush against the cushions, his lips staying on yours for another minute or so before he sits up to pull your sweats down.

He raises a brow when your bare cunt is revealed to him, a smirk rising on his lips “Almost like you knew I was coming over or something.”

You shrug, giving him a wink, “Gut feelings, you know.”

He smiles and stands up to take his shorts and boxers off before returning to the place between your knees, both naked and so beyond hungry for each other.

“You sure?” He asks one more time and you lay your hands on his cheeks, “Need you in me, Jare.” You pull him closed with your ankles that are locked on his lower back and he groans, “Fuck, baby.”

Your lips part as you feel him rub the tip of his cock against your soaked opening. He pushes in and you gasp out, clinging to him as you feel him stretch out your tight walls.

“Fuck.” He gasps out, burying his face into your neck, groaning louder as he pushes fully into you. You moan loudly, dragging your nails over his shoulders as your lips desperately search for his.

“J-Jared.” You whimper out, getting him to lift his head, “What, baby?” He leans up, putting his weight on his elbow as he brushes hair from your face, “You feel so fucking good.”

“Mo-move. Move, please.” You move your hips and he nods, pulling out and sliding back in. His forehead falls into yours as you both let out moans.

His grip on your body tightens and your hand find its way to his hair, tucking at his hair, “Feels so good.” You breathe out, “I love you.”

His hands travel up to find yours. He pins them above your head and deeps his thrusts, “Say it again.” He whispers, “Please.”

You look up at him, lips parted and brows furrowed as you moan out, “I’m so in love with you.” His lips twitch into a smile, “I’m so in love with you.”

He dips his head down, connecting his lips to yours with a fiery embrace.

You clench around him, whimpering against his lips, “I’m so close. So so close.” You rock your hips and he nods, pulling you to sit up, still straddling his lap.

His cock slips back inside of you and you moan, head tilted back as you grind your hips into his. He slides a hand up to the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss him.

His other hand holds your hip, squeezing as he groans into your mouth, “Fuck. Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” you whine, “anywhere.”

You dig your nails into his skin and clench around him, curse words and his name rolling off of your tongue loudly,

He lays you down, his thrusts resuming as soon as your back hits the cushions, “You feel so good.” Jared groans in to your neck, “You’re going to make me cum a lot faster than I wanted to.”

You kiss him, biting down on his bottom lip and gently letting it flop back against his teeth, “Good thing we have all night, right?”

He smirks, nodding his head, “Was hoping you’d say that.” He leans down, thrusts growing sloppy as his lips connect with yours.

You cup his cheeks, clenching around him as you help him chase his high, “Feels so good, J.” You whimper out, “cum for me.”

Your words, delicate yet so, so filthy, push him over the edge.

He pulls out, spilling his cum onto your pelvis with a groan. You gently kiss over his cheeks, rubbing a hand through his hair as he comes down.

He plops next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before getting up to grab you a towel, “Do you.. uh, want to shower with me?”

You smile, and despite already getting one, “As long I wake up to you still in my bed in the morning.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to worry about that not happening.” He smiles and holds his hand out, “Come on.”

——

T H E • N E X T • P O D C A S T • E P I S O D E

You sat there, completely soaking up the fact that no one in this room that you and Jared have been seeing each other.

You kept looking over at him and when he’d look at you, you’d look down quick and pretend you were picking lint off your pants or something stupid like that while you fought back a smile.

“Oh! Speaking of Coachella!” Tara says leaning forward, “What was your guys best parts about it?”

They each go around, Tara says music, Zach makes some stupid joke. Alyssa says the music and seeing the outfits.

“I think.. one of my favorite parts about Coachella, was from weekend one.” Jared says and Tara glances at you, “He’s going to say the Lana performance.”

“How did you-“ Zach smiles, his cheeks turning red, “but.. Yeah. That was just.. a really good moment for me.”

You smirk at Tara and take a deep breath, “Jared was one of the best parts about my Coachella.” You look over at him and he smirks, lifting his hands.

“Every time I saw you, I just got so exited.” Jared smiles as he nods. You nod, “It made me excited, you picked me up a few times as just made sure I was okay. It was cute.”

“Yeah.” Jared says with a huge smile, “You said that that thing wasn’t really your style so we all kind of agreed to try and make it as fun for you as it could be.” Jared smiles and you pout, “You do love me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Zach says, “Anyway-“

“Way to butt in and ruin the mood, Zachary.” You roll your eyes and laugh. Zach gasps, “Oh. Speaking of..” he points to Jared, “What did you think of that Ice Spice performance?”

“Oh my god!” Tara gasps, “I loved it!”

Jared’s mouth falls open and you start laughing because you already know where this is going.

Zach is definitely calling Jared out about it on the podcast, “Dude.. no.” Jared shakes his head and lays his arms out on the desk, “I didn’t know asses could move like that..”

Jared pauses quickly, “It was incredible.”

You cover your mouth and shake your head, “Oh my god.”

“And she’s also an amazing performer..” Jared continue, “I don’t know too much of her music, but..”

Zach tilts his head, looking at Jared, “How did it make you feel watching that thing, um-“ Jared cuts Zach off, “Fucking turned on, what are you talking about?”

Tara laughs, “oh my god.”

You lay your fingers over your lips and all you can do is laugh and shake your head.

“But also like.. amazing..” Jared says and you point, “Wait.. that’s so weird you called me after Ice Spice then.”

Everyone looks to Jared and he has a huge smirk on his face.

“Ooh, Jared. What were you doing?” Alyssa teases and you laugh, “And you’re like hey, are you home? What are you doing tonight, y/n?”

Jared continues to smile, getting slightly nervous, “Umm..” he laughs and you tilt your head, “isn’t it crazy that you did that?”

Jared waves his hands, “I’m.. gonna have to go no comment on that..and then..”

You all laugh and Tara mocks Jared, “He was like, I just watched Ice Spice, y/n what are you doing tonight?” She laughs, “oh my god.”

Zach chimes in, “If you guys did hook up in the dessert, would you speak about it?” You purse your lips and look over at Jared.

He shakes his head slowly and all you can do is giggle.

“I think, y/n would.” Alyssa says and you laugh more. Tara points, “Instead of where did Tara wake up this morning it would be guessing where y/n woke up.” She laughs harder and you shake your head, looking at Jared and he knows exactly what you want to say.

He fights back laughter, “Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

You laugh, “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking like if we did hook up this past weekend, like would it really be that crazy?”

Instantly Tara leans in, “No.”

Alyssa follows, “I second that.”

“wh-what!?” Jared laughs, “What does that mean?”

“But on a serious note, what would it have taken for it to happen, though, Jared?” Zach asks and Jared smirks, shaking his head, “Not a lot.”

You laugh along with everyone else, until Tara grips your arm, “Wait! No fucking way!”

“Oh, I think she cracked the code.” Jared laughs and you nod, “Yep, give it a second.”

Tara looks between you and Jared and shakes her head, “No, fucking way.” Zach looks so confused, “Why is she tweaking out? Tara I told you, you can’t do that here anymore.”

Tara flicks off Zach, not even looking at him before taking off her headphones and waking away. You look at Jared, “I think we broke her.”

Alyssa gasps, “No! You didn’t!”

“There it is.” Jared laughs and Tara walks back over, “I remember you leaving now, Jared. You sneaky mother fucker.”

“What the- oh shit. Everybody. Jared finally lost his virginity. Let’s all give him a round of applause.” Zach claps and you laugh.

“I hate you sometimes.” Jared says to Zach as he laughs, shaking his head while his face grows redder.

——

I hope this didn’t suck. I haven’t been in the writing mood lately, but as usual, let me know what you thought.

Thank you for reading! Ilysm! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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Behind the Scenes pt 2

Master List

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: jealousy, sex scene filming, language, SMUT

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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The next few days were somewhat relaxing. You hung out with Jared, Misha and some of the other cast and crew. Noticeably absent from the get togethers was Jensen. One night Misha joking around said Jensen must be held up at his apartment with his latest flavor of the month. You looked at Jared and he offered you an apologetic look. You smiled softly and turned your head, tears pricking your eyes.

You got up to walk in the kitchen to grab a water and Jared followed you. “Hey Y/N, you okay.” He questioned. You told him what happened the other day before Jensen left and he was just as confused as you were. He sent Jensen a text.

Jared: Hey man. We are all hanging out at Misha’s if you’re around.

Jensen: We might swing by. Not sure yet. I’ll let you know.

Jared: “we” who’s we?

Jensen: Katie. You met her a few months ago. We ran into each other the other day and have been hanging out.

Jared: Yeah I remember her. Um, what about Y/N? I thought you liked her.

Jensen: Yeah, it didn’t work out. It’s for the best. She’s your love interest on the show and I just think it would be for the best if we didn’t hook up.

Jared: okay man. Whatever you say. Maybe see you later.

Jared looked at you and said “I’ve been friends with him for years and I don’t know what he’s thinking. He’s out with some girl right now. He said they might come by. I’m so sorry Y/N. I swear he told me he wanted to be with you.” A lump formed in your throat and you felt sick. “It’s okay Jared. I mean we only kissed and I guess he decided he really didn’t want to see where we went.” You said fighting back tears.

You took a sip of water and went outside to the deck. You sat listening to the crickets and the laughter from inside. You couldn’t believe your heart was breaking. It was just a kiss. He changed his mind. He’s allowed to do that. It’s for the best. Getting involved with a coworker is always a bad idea. You kept telling yourself this over and over. Then you heard his voice. You turned around and saw Jensen with his arm around a very attractive, slender, blonde woman.

Everyone was greeting Jensen and her. You noticed he kept looking around. You wondered what he was looking for. You heard Jensen introducing the woman as “Katie” and she seemed really sweet. You stayed on the deck unable to move. Jared saw you and made his way outside to you. “Hey, you okay” he asked throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Yeah I’m good. Just wanted to get some fresh air. I’m not feeling great so I think I’m gonna head home.” You said fighting back tears. Jared nodded and walked back inside with you.

You made your way through the people saying goodbye as you walked. You were almost at the door when Misha stopped you. “Hey, Y/N. Where are you going” he asked. As you turned to tell him goodbye you saw Jensen with Katie standing next to him. “I’m heading out. Not feeling too good. I think I had a little too much to drink and not enough to eat.” You said not making eye contact with Jensen. Misha completely clueless said “oh okay. Yeah that sucks. Before you leave did you get a chance to meet Jensen’s girl, Katie.” “No, I don’t think I have. Hello, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Katie. I don’t mean to be rude but I really should be going.” You said after shaking her hand.

You looked up at Jensen and nodded. He looked at you almost apologizing but you had to be mistaken. “Well good night everyone, nice to meet you Katie. I’m sure I’ll see you around again soon.” You spun on your heels and went out the door.

Jensen followed you outside. You knew he was there. You could smell his cologne. “Hey, Y/N wait a second please.” He almost whispered. You looked at him “what Jensen”. “I need to explain. I” “No! (You cut him off) You don’t need to explain anything. You kissed me, wanted to be together, then you said you didn’t. There’s nothing to fucking explain. Go back inside to your girlfriend. I’m going home.” You hissed at him. You climbed in your car, slammed the door and took off.

Jensen stood in the driveway for a few minutes then went back inside. He went over to Jared and asked for your number. Jared hesitantly gave it to him.

*Time jump 3 weeks*

You started to become more comfortable with the set, the cast and the crew. Today however was going to be a more challenging shoot. Your character and Sam have sex for the first time. You’ve read over the script multiple times, met with the crew who would be present during the scene and Jared. They explained everything to you and assured you none of your body would appear on screen. Just your bare back and the only crew on set would be the director, Jared, you and two female assistants to help you in any way you needed.

Your wardrobe was flesh colored intimate covers and your robe to get you to and from set. Jared’s was pretty much the same thing. You were in your trailer reading over the script trying not to be nervous but you couldn’t help it. There was a knock at your door and it was Jared. “Hey, um Rick is sick and can’t direct the shoot today. They have called in another director.” He said reluctantly. “Oh, okay. Are they aware of the scene today and everything we have in place for it.” You asked. Jared nodded. “So Y/N, the director is Jensen.” Jared said. “Wait, what?!?” You exclaimed. “This can’t be.” You said. “Why would they have him direct?!” You practically yelled.

“He has experience and he was available today. The studio didn’t want to push the schedule so we were behind. It’s going to be okay. I promise. Jensen is very professional and I’ll be there.” He assured you. You sighed. “Okay Jared. Let’s get this over with.” You stood heading towards the door.

As you and Jared approached the set you saw Jensen looking incredible. You instinctively bit your lip. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his chest and biceps. It wasn’t fair how this man could look like sex on two legs no matter what he was wearing.

Jensen’s voice boomed over the set asking for everyone to clear out unless they were part of the scene. He approached you and Jared and asked if you two were ready. You both nodded. He went over the scene and how he was going to get multiple angles and shots so they can piece together the best ones. He called for places. You and Jared removed your robes. The assistant helping you held up a sheet to wrap around you until you got in the bed. You climbed in and snuggled to “Sam”. “And action” Jensen called.

The beginning of the scene was you laying beside Sam and he was making sure you were ready for the next step. You nodded and he cupped your face kissing you. Things started heating up and the scene moved on. Sam was hovering over Lilah. “God you’re so beautiful, Lilah. Are you sure you’re ready” Sam asked. “Yes I am. Take me Sam. I need you” you said. Jared positioned himself in between your legs and “pushed in” as he started to move and you moaned you heard Jensen yell “cut”.

“What’s wrong” Jared asked. “I don’t know. I just don’t think she’s giving a convincing scene. I need more from you. Sam is a moose and he’s big. I need to believe it.” Jensen said. “Okay” you said in a small voice. Jared leaned down and said you did great but to follow his lead. You shook your head in agreement.

“Action” Jensen yelled. Sam pushed in again and you gasped loudly grabbing his shoulders. Moans from you and Jared filled the room. It was very convincing. Jared leaned down and said in your ear “you’re doing great. Now let’s get this party started”. You stifled a giggle. Jared sped up and flipped you over on your knees. This took everyone by surprise. Jensen’s jaw was on the floor but he couldn’t call cut. The way the sheet laid over your body and the moans falling from your lips turned him on more than he cared to admit. If anyone had been looking at his they would have noticed he was getting hard.

Sam and Lilah were moaning and filling the room with the sounds of pleasure. Jared moved and had you straddle him. The sheet pooled around your hips exposing your breasts. Jensen bit his lip but kept rolling. You started to ride Jared and ran your fingers in your hair. Your breasts were bouncing up and down and Sam sat up cupping them. You moaned his name as he took a nipple in his mouth. You knew he couldn’t really because the covers on them, but your moans were pretty convincing. So convincing Jensen yelled cut.

“Jared what the hell man. None of this was part of the scene” Jensen yelled. “You know we improvise a lot of these scenes. What the hell is your problem man. You keep stopping the scenes” Jared demanded. You looked over your shoulder and saw Jensen had a noticeable bulge in his jeans. Jared saw it too and reality struck him. Jensen was jealous. Jensen called for lunch and everyone cleared the set except you, Jared and Jensen. You covered up with the sheet and Jared got up to talk to Jensen.

“Dude what the hell is wrong with you. The scenes are going great. She’s an incredible actress. Give her a break. You’re the one who decided not to pursue her.” Jared reminded him. Jensen ran his hands down his face in a frustrated sigh. “I know. The scene was perfect. You guys have incredible chemistry and I guess I got jealous. I want her to moan my name and be mine. I fucked up man. She wants nothing more to do with me. Not that I blame her.” Jensen said. Jared looked at him and said “Man you have to figure out what you want. If you want her then tell her. Stop being a coward. If you don’t want her then let her be. It’s not right man.”

“You’re right man. Can you give us a minute to talk” Jensen asked his friend. Jared nodded and left the building. You sat on the bed covered up as Jensen approached you. “Hey Y/N. Can we talk” he asked. You nodded and he sat on the bed. “Look you were doing an incredible job with that scene. I’m so sorry for being an ass.” “If I did so well why did you keep interrupting the scene” you asked. “Honestly, I got jealous. I wanted you to call my name out and me being the one having you. I’m so sorry.” He said as he put his head down.

You took his hand and said “I don’t understand. You’re with Katie and you made it clear you didn’t want me. Why would you be jealous.” “I’m not with her. I don’t want her. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I was scared. I’m sorry.” Jensen said kissing your hand.

You took your hand and lifted his chin staring into his green eyes. You leaned in and kissed him. At first it felt like he was hesitant but then he deepened the kiss. Pulling your body flush with his. His hands dancing up and down your bare skin. Goosebumps erupted all over and you moaned into his mouth. You both pulled away gasping for air and as soon as you both caught it you were kissing again.

Jensen pulled away and looked at your still naked body and bit his lip. “Can we take this to my trailer” he asked. “Yes. Please Jensen I want you”. He helped you up and you put on your robe. He took your hand and the two of you walked to his trailer. As soon as the door was closed and locked his hands were on your body again.

He led you to the bedroom and laid you on the bed. He helped you out of the robe and body covers from the scene. Jensen stood back admiring your body. “Fuck you’re sexy baby”. He said and your face flushed. You bit your lip and told him he was overdressed. He smirked and said “yes ma’am” and he removed his clothes. When his rock hard cock sprang free from his boxers you gasped at the size. You made eye contact with him and he smirked.

He licked his lips “I want to taste you sweetheart”. He parted your legs and crawled in between your thighs kissing all the way up to your dripping folds. He took his fingers and parted your folds. He smirked when he felt how wet you were. “You’re dripping baby”. He stuck two fingers in and hooked them. You gasped and your walls clenched around his thick fingers. He moved them in and out getting you ready to take him. He leaned down and started to lick your engorged clit. You moaned his name as you arched your back. Your fingers found his hair and you pulled him into your dripping pussy. He was licking and sucking like a man starved. You felt yourself close to the edge. “I’m going to cum Jensen. Oh fuck. Right there baby” you screamed. He licked faster and pushed you over the edge. As you came you screamed his name and he kept licking and sucking as your body grew more sensitive. You screamed again as another, more intense orgasm hit. Jensen grinned as he pulled his fingers out of you.

“Damn baby, you taste delicious and you came so hard.” He said smiling. “Oh my god, Jensen. That was amazing.” You said as you laid back. “You sure you want me, Y/N” he questioned. “Yes, please. I want you in me” you begged. Jensen grabbed a condom and pumped himself a few times before rolling the condom on. Once it was on he lined himself up and asked if you were ready. You shook your head yes. He pushed in slowly. You gasped and grabbed his shoulders. Jensen leaned down and kissed you as he pushed further in.

Once he was all the way in he lifted your legs and set a steady pace. Moans and the sounds of pleasure filled the room. Jensen and you were exploring each other’s bodies with every thrust and movement. He felt incredible and he fit perfectly inside you. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain.

He moved at an easy pace and each thrust he hit a spot inside you nobody ever had.

He pulled out and laid down having you straddle him. As he looked up at you he said “damn this is an incredible view”. He cupped your breasts as you lined him up and sat down on him pushing him all the way in. The new position had you seeing stars. He was in so deep and when he lifted his hips he pushed further in. You grinded down on him and arched your back. You threw your head back moaning and gasping in pleasure.

Jensen leaned up and kissed your lips and made his way down to your nipples. Each bounce brought him closer to his release. He bucked his hips into you causing you to gasp loudly. “I’m gonna cum Y/N” Jensen said in a low voice. “Cum for me baby. Fill me up” you said with a seductive tone. He grabbed your hips pulling you down onto him. He grunted and came hard. Filling the condom with his hot seed. You climbed off of him when he finished and he got up to clean himself up.

When Jensen got back in bed he pulled you close to him. He kissed your head and you snuggled into him and giggled. “What’s so funny, Y/N” he asked with a smile. “So this was taking it slow” you laughed. Jensen laughed and said “I guess for us it was”.

You laid in his arms as he pulled you tight. “How much longer do we have on lunch, Mr Director” you giggled. “About an hour. Why what did you have in mind” he asked smiling. “I can think of something to fill that time” you whispered in his ear. He smiled, growled and pulled you to his lips. Giggles and laughter filled the room as you and Jensen kissed and held each other.

Your heart leaped with every touch, and kiss. You could see yourself giving him your heart, you just hoped it would be safe in his hands. Your y/e/c eyes looked into his green as the giggles and laughter quieted. He brushed a stray piece of hair from your face and his hand ran down your face. “So beautiful” he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled, blushed and knew in that moment you could definitely fall for Jensen. It was exciting but so terrifying. For now though, you were perfectly content just lying in his arms.

Forever tags: @nescaveckdaily @kr804573 @k-slla @jackles010378 @jawritter @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx @roseblue373

[babyboywinchester]

it’s the way i just came across a Harvey Dent edit (played by Misha) and the scenes were so dark i couldn’t even see his face properly but from what I did see, he did not age well.

like people can have their own opinions on who they think is hot or not but Misha really? He hasn’t even heard of chapstick!!

Homie has aged like curdled milk, but I didn’t think he was attractive to begin with. He looks like a melted toad. Yeah, I’m surprised he has never heard of lip balm. Coconut oil even. Does he drink water? I don’t think so. Homie don’t even have an acting career let’s be honest… the biggest thing he was in was supernatural and he was like a guest star… I think he got bumped up briefly to “series regular” but he was never a lead, and never will be, and that will forever chap his ass and his stans asses, but who cares in the end when he only, in all reality, has a few thousand, at best, fans. Not the flex he thinks it is and he isn’t relevant at all but he tries to push himself in these spaces he doesn’t belong and bites the hand that feeds continually. His contempt and jealousy for Jared shows constantly. It must suck to be outdone by a much younger, far more attractive, man who didn’t go to an elitist school, had no formal training, and still made a better actor than him. Misha Collins is fucking gross end of story.

[lean-mean-demon-genevieve]

I’m not interested in defending celebrities, to be so for real, but I am interested in a crumb of whatever drugs this blogger is on. This kind of standom delusion must feel amazing. 💊💊

It’s so funny to me when stans go after each other and fail to realize that they are all engaging in the same kind of “Nuh-uh! That other side sucks the hardest because of all this very biased data I’ve compiled” type of arguing. I’m also not interested in warring with any stan blogs, but this was just so egregious and needed to be debunked. So let’s unpack:

Right off the bat, this blog has used the word tokenize incorrectly. This means to use someone as a symbol of inclusion or compliance with regulations, or to avoid the appearance of discrimination or prejudice.

I think they are intending to refer to the kids being a commodity to exploit in the overall branding of the family; that they are being objectified. And one only has to skim the Instagram feeds of Danneel and Gen to see which family is more heavy-handed. “Danneel’s entire Instagram use to be solely about that.”Based on what, exactly? Danneel’s very first post is of Jensen and JJ, yes, and her identity as wife and mother is (gasp) very much on display ever since. But…that’s to be expected, right?! After all, sharing those parts of their family life on socials is exactly the whole point and why anyone initially followed. It is that behind the scenes peek into the family lives of J2 that drew people in. It’s not as if either of these women has much of a fan base on their own and neither of them were acting at the time their IG accounts launched.

A quick side-by-side of the 2 accounts at about the same point in time (2017/2018) shows little differences in themes of content:

This blog further claims that “Genevieve and Jared are intelligently including their children where needed” and doing so in “genuine, selfless ways.” *snorts* At the time of this writing, Danneel has 458 posts and Gen has 1,833. Now, I didn’t review each post but the few tags I saw included in family photos were Disneyland and Warner Bros when they visited in recent years. I did not see multiple paid partnership ads featuring the Ackles children. I’m open to anyone proving me wrong, because by sheer volume my argument will still stand. In a random sampling of 2021, we have a string of posts of the Pada-kids that double as ads to varying degrees. Here are just a few examples:

Now you might say, “ok but these are products for children and families…that still seems pretty thoughtful.” Except that one need only scroll a little farther to see the kids included in brand deals for adult supplements, exercise gear, cleaning products, and even shampoo.

All of these products still fit in the “items that help me be a great mom” theme of the Now & Gen era, but this is still blatantly using images of the kids for profit in ways that the Ackles just have not done. What is shown here is just the tip of the iceberg and does not include the other attempts at branding on the failed Now & Gen blog or the YouTube vlog. So I’m not sure how the Pads have only used the kids “when needed” when this family was never going to go hungry without these endorsement deals.

Comparing the volume of likes on Gen’s IG posts that contain the children vs those that do not makes it seem likely that someone has been paying attention to the trends and has concluded that utilizing the children in ads has more earning potential. This is the current climate of social media marketing. These outcomes are in fact considered.

The idea that kids should be allowed to “earn money or have a brand” if they want is actually incredibly irresponsible. Protecting the safety of children that are a part of family content creation was a popular topic over the last year. There have been several examples of families who lost the plot in their efforts to market their children in order to achieve financial gain. What an asinine claim to make for children in general when Google is right there. And I love a link, so here’s a few: X, X, and X. It’s too early to definitively summarize the harm that the Pads might be causing their kids with all the exposure. Even when parents are not intentionally exploiting, their children are too young to consent to this type of “work.” Their brains are literally not developed enough to consider the long term pros and cons. All of this sets them up for potential harm, the risk of which makes none of this a need.

“What’s wrong are self-centered, clueless parents who only show off their kids to benefit off of a certain image.” (Pretending I can’t see the self-centered bit because woooo boy…Gen…😬) But aren’t both families posting photos of their kids to “benefit” off of their image of “family?” It’s baked into the Spn and even Walker marketing. The fandoms have been referred to as a family almost since their inception, so it only makes sense that fans were interested in the leads and their own growing families. Again, both families have benefitted but the Pads have benefitted all the way to the bank. And some Padalecki stans are quick to point this out as a win. If the above blog wants to congratulate Gen on her shrewd sense of business and use of capitalism, then that is a whole other thing and they should just come out and say that without making anyone out to be a saint.

One should take note that nowhere in here have I said that Danneel or Jensen are better people than anyone. I didn’t praise them for anything or proclaim their intentions are always pure of heart. How could anyone know that, except by virtue of the faith that comes along with extreme fandom? And that faith isn’t the same as screenshots, numbers, and patterns.

As always: Pedestals aren’t for people. Hold everyone accountable, even your faves. They will survive.✌🏼

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Fic Title: “He must have the luck of a saint to have barely missed that-“

Ok so spinner wheel picked the crack fic soooo, ig we're doing this one lol. Hallo Tumblr here's the Crack fic i wrote for April Fools! @murkystarlight

Summary:

Mateo misses the basketball hoop during a game of 2v2 in gym class and it snowballs from there

Additional Tags:

bullying Dallas again yippeee. based on one of me and my sibling's RPs. Cooper has chronic shoulder pain. Mateo sucks at sports, Basketball. Crack, Crack Treated Seriously. Near death experience for Dallas. Injury. no beta we die from head trauma. jared is an asshole*

“MATEO!” Keith yelled, holding back two of their other classmates so Mateo could have an open shot at the basketball hoop, “SHOOT THE BALL!!”

They were playing two vs two basketball today in gym class; all eight of the basketball nets lowered so they could make the most of the space. Mateo was teamed up with Keith while Logan, Cooper, and even Dallas were all teamed up with different classmates of theirs.

Mateo gulped and glanced up from the basketball in hand towards the hoop that sat several feet above him. He was surprised Keith had enough faith in him to let him have a try at getting a point; he didn’t exactly have a good track record with sports.

Just have to give it a try—

With a sound half bordering on a huff, Mateo dribbled the ball forward a bit only to find one of their opponents in front of him.

A yelp, and next thing Mateo knew he had tripped on his shoelace. Giving a half-hearted throw on his way down to the floor Mateo looked up just in time to watch the basketball hit the rim of the hoop.

Mateo groaned, ready to drop his head into the floor in embarrassment only to see the basketball violently soar through the air and smack Cooper, who was at the next basketball hoop over, in the back of the shoulder.

A distant yet sickening crack went up as the ball bounced off Cooper and to the floor where it started to roll away.

Cooper let out a sound that might have been a sob before grabbing the arm that had been hit. He held it by the wrist and turned to see where the ball had come from only to catch the apologetic look Mateo was giving him.

“Sorry!” Mateo called, pushing himself up yet his attention was quickly drawn off Cooper and over to where the ball had rolled off too. What he saw was another one of their classmates, Jared, take a running start towards the ball looking like he was planning to kick the ball back to Mateo. Mateo braced as foot hit ball only for the ball to go cruising towards the ceiling.

Somewhere in the gym Mateo heard the coach blow her whistle, probably to get after Jared for kicking the basketball, only for a loud thunk to go up as the ball smashed into one of the ceiling fans.

Mateo turned slightly to watch as the ball came back down to the floor at high speeds only to smack into the back of Dallas’s head. Dallas collapsed face first rather harshly into the floor as the ball bounced off of him and innocently went rolling over to Logan.

Logan; still caught up in his own 2 vs 2 game, didn't even notice the ball at all until he had backed up right over it where he tripped over the ball and fell backwards onto his butt with a yelp.

Mateo cringed; glancing from Logan back to Cooper, who was watching in mild horror, and then finally back to Dallas.

A careening sound echoed up from the ceiling which was followed by a snap and Mateo glanced up to watch as the ceiling fan that had been assaulted by the ball went crashing to the ground behind Dallas.

Mateo winced, curling up into himself.

Screams went up as plenty of the surrounding students ran to the other side of the gym; basketballs were forgotten and discarded in favor of getting to a safe distance.

“DALLAS!” Keith and another other one of their classmates, and Dallas’s crush, Aries yelled out. The two of them and the coach quickly ran over to make sure Dallas had survived. On the other hand Cooper came jogging over to Mateo and stuck down a hand to help him up. Carefully, Mateo took it and Cooper did his best to help his friend to his feet; Mateo noted however that Cooper never used his right arm to do so and only left it hanging limply at his side.

“That’s one big ass fan—“ Cooper commented, glancing past Mateo once he was up and off towards the ceiling fan.

Mateo nodded, but didn’t look over. Instead he squinted at Cooper’s right arm, “Did I break your shoulder?”

“Nah, I mean it feels broken but…” Cooper trailed off and glanced down to watch as he flopped his bad arm against his side, “feels broken. It’s fine. Hey your elbows—“

Mateo glanced down at his elbow which had started to sting from the moment he had tripped. It was lightly skinned and bloody, along with his other elbow and knees from his fall. “ Yeah-“

The two then looked over towards Dallas and a mutual agreement passed between them before they made their way over.

“He must have the luck of a saint to have barely missed that-“ The coach was muttering. Thankfully the ceiling fan had missed Dallas by a few inches, but it had still smashed the floor underneath.

They; Coach, Keith, and Aries, had managed to roll Dallas over by the time the duo had made it over. Dallas was looking a little loopy, blood was pouring from his nose and down the side of his face to the floor under his head, and it looked like his forehead had taken significant damage too.

The coach groaned, “Ugh, this is why I told the administration we needed to get new fans and caging for them.”

Keith nodded.

Mateo watched Dallas slowly come too before turning to Cooper and hissing, “ I almost killed him— “

Cooper looked back and shook his head, “No, no, Jared almost killed him.”

“I threw the ball-“

A frown and Mateo found Cooper clamping a hand over his mouth, “Shh, it’s not your fault.”

Mateo was sure he would have swat Cooper’s hand away so he could shoot something back but at that moment Logan came over; grumbling as he rubbed at his butt.

“Owww, my butt!” Logan complained, coming to a stop, “My tailbone, my moment!”

There was a pause as Logan took in Dallas and the ceiling fan, “Dawg, how is he not dead?”

Cooper let his hand drop from Mateo’s face while Keith shrugged.

Keith looked up at them from where he was crouched on the ground and said, “Sheer dumb luck I’d guess.”

Just as Keith finished up what he was saying Dallas let out an odd sounding coo noise and started to talk a little drunkenly, “ Aries! You’re so prettyyyy ‘n’ I love your wonderful hairr, I wanna dat’ youuu-“

Aries gapped down at him only to pat a hand onto his face where she seemed to try to close his eyes, “He’s losing his mind! He needs medical care!”

Dallas let out a kindergartener giggle at that.

There was a sigh from the coach as she let her head fall into her hands for a moment. Mateo swore he heard her mutter something about, “Closer, I can’t believe I was five inches closer to losing a student than last time,” before she finally pulled her head back up.

“Aries,” The coach started, “Help me get Dallas to the school nurse. Keith; you’re in charge, keep everyone away from the fan.” At that the coach took their whistle from around their neck where she tossed it to Keith. She then gave a quick glance up at Mateo, Logan, and Cooper, “Oh and boys you’re excused to go down to the nurse as well.”

“Thanks coach,” Cooper hummed.

“Yeah, thanks.” Logan agreed.

-------------

Zoey stared at the three of them, a look somewhere between shock and confusion resting on her face.

“ What happened?”

Logan was sitting on a bag of frozen peas, Cooper had a weird ice-pack ducktape amalgamation wrapped around his bad shoulder, and Mateo sat between the two of them with bandages wrapped around his knees and elbows.

“Matty,” Logan responded.

“”Teo.”

Mateo let out a weird half sob noise, “Dallas almost died-”

“WAIT WHAT!?”

[eisforeidolon]

//In short, they want attention, but don't have the relevance or want to do the work to earn it. But hey, what gets you more quick, cheap attention than pandering? Especially to a group who loudly make it clear over and over they're desperate enough to pay to hear their ship is totes for real a thing and will go on for days on end about your podcast if you cater to them? //

It’s so true and I hate it. I get that it must suck to live in J2’s shadow and have most fans just ask you questions about them all the time, but tough titties. Be grateful you get to work cons and milk the show this far past the shows end, and decades past any good relevance for your characters. Take Gabriel out (after the trickster episodes) and essentially nothing changes on SPN. Take Chuck out, and we are spared the dumpster fire that is Season 15. Honestly, pandering to the hateful, death threat hurling side of fandom so they’ll stroke them for 5 minutes is just sad. They don't actually give a shit about "R2" anymore than brothers fans do, unless they are blowing smoke up heller butts.

I actually do tune into the podcast on occasion, but if it’s going to turn into destiel hour, I’m out permanently. I already find these guys obnoxious in their lack of understanding, or caring, about the brothers and actual themes of the show. They are also so full of shit. They dump on an episode and then turn around and suck up to person they are interviewing. The Back-pedaling is pathetic.

And, hey hellers! Two idiots who know less about the show than a casual viewer who only caught every other episode in reruns are not an authority on jack shit. They don’t speak for the show runners, they don't speak for Jared or Jensen who know their characters better than anyone, and they sure as shit aren’t rewriting the canon of a show that is already over by pandering to your wacky asses.

After this year, J2 should just do cons together that aren’t CE and see how long the pandering loser extras still get work or sell anything at non-CE cons. If he hasn't yet, JA should break his US CE exclusivity like Jared seems to have done, and do other cons.

It’s funny how the recurring actors we generally see at cons outside of CE, like comic cons or fan expos, are either actually talented and made names for themselves beyond SPN, or at least don’t grovel for hellers.

Rob, Rich, Misha, Briana and Kim can enjoy that sinking CE as the company continue to guage fans until they bring about their own extension. Maybe the five of them can start a YouTube channel or additional podcast where all they do is pander to dummies all day long.

Yes.

The thing is, acting as a profession often kinda sucks. Talent or no, it's very much about who you know and being in the right place at the right time. There's very rarely any long-term security. So you kind of have to be always on the make - that's fairly understandable.

What's less understandable is how J2 always make it so clear they understand how lucky they have been and are grateful they got to do SPN so long and have had the other opportunities they've had - while doing the work. Meanwhile, SPN has this whole slew of minor supporting players, who instead of being grateful that SPN was on long enough to bring them back multiple times and appreciating the opportunities like regular convention income going on five years after the show ended? Or a whole fandom of people who might be willing to check out their projects? Seem to have let the attention of a loud fandom go to their heads and feel entitled to more without doing any more to earn it.

They somehow either don't seem to understand (or just actively resent) that the fans who will make the time to see them at a con said fans are already at for J2 who carried the show for fifteen years? Are generally not actually going to care enough about guys who were in a handful of episodes to show up just for them if they don't bring something more to the table.

So they come up with ideas like this podcast and think fans should be lining up to listen to them bullshit about a show they were objectively barely on and don't actually have substantial ongoing bts knowledge of. That they can't even bother to really invest in, despite that being the basis of the fans' interest! When the GA and rest of fandom were rightfully largely unimpressed, there were the hellers clamoring to keep paying to be told their ship was totes really real. When R2 don't care about the show for itself and have no real stake beyond the money they can make off of its fandom? Well, here we are.

Despite hellers crowing about it and desperately trying to label the podcast as official? It doesn't change the canon or make R2 any more authoritative about SPN than the minor character actors turned barely employed grifters transparently looking for a free ride they seem increasingly willing to be.

[him-x-her]

Dead Lovers’ Lane

One shot fic, requested by @sincerelyaliciaamarie

…

I stand at the cemetery gates, feeling a little stupid. Well, a lot stupid. Who the fuck agrees to a date at the cemetery? How do you even dress for a date at a cemetery? I stand by the railing in my black skinny jeans, black converse low tops and a ‘Boys Don’t Cry’ shirt, featuring one of my favourite men - Robert Smith - on the front with his guitar. My long brown hair is straightened, hanging down and hiding half of my face. I am wearing very little in the way of makeup: some clear lipgloss and black pencil eyeliner.

I obsess over my choice in attire, wondering if I should’ve worn something girlier or showed a bit more skin. Then again, skinny jeans and band shirts are all I wear, and he must like me to have asked me out, right?

My mind flitters to that moment in our high school hallway. Mike and Jared were being complete dicks as usual, but this time turned their sights on Ville. He’d always been so quiet, disconnected, headphones on. We had that in common. I guess that’s why it pissed me off so much when they shoved him into the lockers and kicked his books. I had told them to go and fuck themselves, and helped Ville pick the books up, but in doing so for the first time I noticed how green his eyes were and almost became catatonic. It took his long fingers to brush mine for my trancelike state to break. Later that day he had waited by my locker to ask me out.

Fast-forward to now, I feel restless, hopeful this isn’t one big joke. I run my fingers across the rusty iron gates, entertaining myself with the slight ringing sound emanating from the metal. My finger brushes something sharp. “Ow, fuck!” I curse, examining my index finger. A pinprick of blood oozes from my small wound.

“I would be careful…” I hear in that deep baritone I have become so sensitive to, and spin around on my heel. I am face to face with those emerald eyes that have haunted me since. Ville swiftly lifts my palm to his mouth and sucks the blood from the tip of my finger.

“W-what are you doing?” I ask, weirded out but completely mesmerised.

“Just in case anything has entered your bloodstream through your wound… the safe thing is to suck it out.” He smiles.

“And swallow it?!” I raise my eyebrows.

“I don’t mind…” he smirks, running his hand through his hair. I take in his appearance. Black trousers, doc martens, a Black Sabbath shirt and a black suit jacket. Smart casual. My heart flutters. “Shall we?” he gestures to the cemetery entrance. I look up and follow his lead, feeling ever curious.

“I love your Cure shirt, by the way.” He compliments. We walk through the entrance and along a small stone path in between headstones.

“Oh, um yeah, thanks.” My cheeks grow pink at my awkward acceptance of his compliment. “I love them so much, Disintegration is…”

“Incredibly overrated.” He stops, and turns to me with an apologetic smile. “All the Cure fans love that album the best, but for me it’s-“

“Bloodflowers.” I interject. “If you had let me finish, I would’ve said that Disintegration is the most popular album, but my favourite is Bloodflowers.” I say with righteous indignation, annoyed at being interrupted.

“My apologies, I made an incorrect assumption.” He looks down at me, biting his moist lip. I watch it turn pink. “Bloodflowers is my favourite too.” I smile back. We have even more in common than I thought.

We reach a clearing in the cemetery where the grass subsides, and the space is occupied by a beautiful white statue, surprisingly bright and well preserved. It appears to be a some sort of Greek statue of a woman and her child, adorned in cloth. Ville leans against her and reaches in his pocket. He takes out a cigarette and lighter. I watch as he lights the cigarette, wraps his lips around the tan tip, closes his eyes and softly inhales his vice. His slender fingers flip the cigarette in my direction in offering. I impolitely refuse.

“I’m good without lung cancer, thanks.” I dismiss.

“Hmm, these things cause cancer? Never knew.” He responds sarcastically, producing another cigarette from his pocket and placing it between the stone lips of our statuesque friend. He humorously tries to light it.

“You’re very cavalier about death.” I observe.

Ville smirks, and with a flick of his wrist gestures around him. “Look where we are; we’re all gonna die someday. Eat the apple, Eve.”

I angrily yank the cigarette from his mouth, take a drag and blow it into his face, before dropping it on the ground and stamping on it.

The smoke dances in the daylight, swirling around us until the only thing visible to me are his beautiful green eyes. We gravitate closer, intoxicated, and his lips find mine. He kisses me gently, sucking softly on my bottom lip.

He pulls back to look at me, now the smoke has subsided. My mouth falls slightly open at the surprise of his affection.

He runs his hand through his hair and looks down, seemingly shy. “Thank you for helping me the other day…”

“With the books?” I ask. “Oh, that was nothing.”

“It was everything.” He looks up again and paralyses me with sea green irises. “In a world where people are cruel and selfish, it means everything.”

I look down, kicking the dirt with my dusty cons, feeling ever so self conscious. My curtain of hair falls forward, obscuring my face. His pale hand reaches out to sweep my hair behind my ear. “It is criminal to hide a face so beautiful.”, he whispers. His fingers find my chin and guide my gaze back up to him. “Can I kiss you… properly this time?” I nod, unable to speak. His lips press against mine and his warm tongue sweeps between, requesting access. I part my lips and meet his tongue with mine. His hands explore my hair as I wrap mine around his waist, lost in his sweet kiss.

A sudden gust of wind blows, leading my long brown locks to wrap around us. We open our eyes at the sudden sensation. Ville chuckles and I giggle, as he presses his forehead to mine.

“The elements approve.” He grins.

“So does Maria.” I laugh, and gesture to the statue.

“Why Maria?” He cocks his head one side curiously.

“I don’t know, she looks like a Maria?” I shrug. Ville holds out his large palm and I place my hand in his as we continue our walk.

“So, um, why the cemetery?” I implore, inquisitively.

“There’s beauty in being laid… to rest.” He smirks and my cheeks feel hot. What exactly is he suggesting?

We continue our Summer stroll until the path comes to a sudden end. In front of us are hundreds of gravestones and far as our eyes can see. Acres of stone and marbles and offerings of flowers and colourful trinkets. It is as sad as it is beautiful.

I take a long breath as we look out into the distance. “I can see the beauty in death. It’s incredibly peaceful here.” I sigh. “Where to next? There’s no path.”

Ville looks down, “This is my favourite place to frequent when I’ve had enough of humanity. There are hundreds of souls here, listening, not judging.”

The wind continues to blow gently as I kneel to read a beautifully carved white marble headstone. “Here lies Marco and Maria. Beloved husband and wife.” My eyes widen. “Maybe her name really was Maria!” I say, masking my disconcert at this information.

Ville kneels next to me as I continue to read, “Michael and Evelyn, Vincent and Isobel… they, they’re all couples.” I look at Ville, wondering why he has brought me here.

“I call it Dead Lovers’ Lane… the point where the path ends and so does life.” My eyebrows raise in fearful anticipation. “I imagine this is where we can go, when we get tired of living.” He says, eyelids heavy and expression morose.

I cup his cheek in my palm in comfort and he smiles. “Well then…” I decide, interlocking the fingers of my free hand with his. “Let’s head down Dead Lovers’ Lane.”

[walkergirlsposts]

Critics and Fire Country fans seem to be complimenting Jared’s acting in his new role. It’s just the same usual tantrum having suspects that attack him while networks keep hiring him. They wouldn’t do that if general viewers hated him. They know from his high Q score that he’s well liked and bankable.

Yep. AAs and hellers can keep on with their b.s. Reddit posts if they think anyone pays attention to that. Newsflash: no one in the industry does. It must suck trying to bring him down so bad, yet here he is with a holding deal not going anywhere, anytime soon. I love how they hate that. Lol

[lol-jackles]

These are difficult times for actors, today more than ever, as you have always said: deadline*com/2024/02/hollywood-contraction-actors-jobs-tv-castings-1235829094 - What will happen in the next few years is difficult to say, but it certainly seems that the golden era of cinema and TV is over. Jared was lucky, but also clever, to accept Walker and make the entire production of his show run smoothly. It seems to me that he is one of the few actors who can still do very well, at least for now.

Link. I would say peak tv was over 3 years ago even as the industry was still churning out 500 to 600 shows per year.  It just wasn't sustainable and the Strike last year was a gift to the studios to cancel projects and deals without buying out the talents' contracts.  From within the Industry, the writing on the wall must have been even more glaring (at least to those paying attention) and maybe partly why Jared accepted a deal from CBS studios and why Jensen attempted a SPN prequel.  It could also explain why Jensen and Stephan Armell were soft-scabbing during the Strike, and for Stephan it worked out and now he has regular job with the Suits spin-off.

The Strike exposed what I've been saying for years, streaming salaries suck and there are no residuals. So Jared still having a network job is very good for him, and if Walker is syndicated, even better! 

"production of his show run smoothly". 

And this strengthen the quality of his show because the set crew know each other and work well since they work together several months out the year together.  One advantage of network shows is having longer seasons that allowed the actors, writers and the production crew to click and become a well-oiled time. It's harder to do that with 8-10 episode seasons and then the seasons are filmed years apart.

"It seems to me that he is one of the few actors who can still do very well, at least for now."

Even during peak TV, less than 1000 actors have regular jobs in any given year. SAG-AFTRA has about 160,000 union and with 500-600 scripted television, only 2% of union members have regular gigs. Jared is among the 2%-ers and I still think that 2% was super high.

[jarpadswalker]

Part II

I am back to answer the rest of the two questions related to Jensen and the prequel gate...

About my views on Jensen... Early on, especially when I started following con panels and attended two myself. I became Jared girl, Jensen, for me, was an accessory. He was just like any actor, nothing special. When I met him, I knew instantly that though it is an informal event, it is all business for him. Now, it wouldn't have meant much because I am used to actors' behavior, but for me, the behavior stood out coz I had just met Jared, who was the big ball of energy. So meeting Jensen immediately after Jared was like someone sucked the energy out. This is exactly why, for the next day, I kept Jared at the last because I wanted to end my day with the positivity.

So I didn't mind Jensen as he didn't come across as rude or insulting like Misha, nor was he amiable like Jared. He was just like any actor.

For me, the first red flag came during AKF and YANA debacle, which is when I realised that Jensen is not how he appears to be. He is very calculative and shrewd. He supported YANA despite knowing it was a blatant copy for AKF. Still, I said fine you launch YANA. There is no copyright on supporting MH more the support better it is. BUt, Misha and Jensen were totally insincere with the campaign. They didn't take efforts to understand the gravity of the situation nor gave any thoughts on how the campaign was being presented. It was clear that YANA was nothing but a money minting project for M, Jensen, and CW. The worst was when the campaign failed, Jensen bailed, leaving Misha alone to take the fall. He didn't have balls to stand up for the project that was supposedly important to him. The moment it failed, he went. Nope, I wasn't interested in it, I just did it to help M. Everything was M's idea.

Since then, I started doubting Jensen intentions and didn't believe a word he said. I realise that he is opportunist. The moment he sees profit into something, he latches to it. Not only that, but even in terms of putting effort, he does the bare minimum, but when it comes to appreciation, he is first to take credit.

My doubts were confirmed with Prequelgate. At first, the sheer unprofessionalism was appalling, but I thought there might be some miscalculation. He won't stan Jared immediately after the end of the show. But that illusion broke when Kripke tweeted, apologizing Jared and stating that he assumed Jensen must have informed Jared. It proved that whatever Jensen did was intentional. He always wanted to own the SPN brand. I think somewhere it always hurt Jensen that despite being senior in the craft, it was Jared, a conparatively young actor who got the lead. Jared was always in the forefront when it came to media attention. If you have time, then just compare the kind of media that gave coverage to Jared and Jensen and the amount of time they do it, at least during SPN. Jared, with his extrovert attitude, is mainstream media fave. So I feel it was deliberate. He was to slyly make the brand for himself, and he knew he would lose Jared's fan if he told the truth. So he lied about Jared. When he was called out, like a coward, he once again ran and hid.

What is the worst was the MR podcast that showed the world hus true face. Instead of apologizing, he tried to shift the blame on Jared. Which was the dick move and then his constant lying and changing the reason as to why he didn't inform Jared. It was when I lost all the respect for him. In fact, according to me, at that point, he seemed worse than Musha. With Misha, we knew what to expect, but Jensen pretended to be a friend/brother and then backstabbed the said brother. Such people are the worst.

Post prequelgate, Jensen behavior came to light. Things that were ignored becoz his association with Jared came to like. It became quiet telling how Jensen never supported Jared. How he never asked his fans not to hate on Jared PS, immediately after prequelgat Jared actually asked fans not to hate Jensen. Jensen never extended the same courtesy. In fact, he piled on to the hate by making sparky comments. He would always diss Jared. How he never took ant effort to make Jared feel special, not even during his birthday. How he always used Jared and then dissed him from everything . How he would steal Jared's jokes and ideas and pass it as his own.

Infact, now when I look back I feel Jensen always tried to one up Jared. See, everything that he has done it is immediately after Jared. Jared shifted to Austin and bought a house with open field and stuff, Jensen immediately shifted to Austin and bought the house at the lake front. Jared entered pub business with San Jac salon and curated an alcohol with Stephen, Jensen started FBBC. PS: Jensen had zero idea about beer , nor did he bother to learn about it. Unlike Jared, who studied the entire market. Gen started her influencer journey, Dannel tried to copy it and, when she failed, resorted to dissing Gen like a child. Jared and Gen got into production, and so did Jensen and D. He has always copied Jared. Even now, Jensen is trying to copy Jared's long hair look. Over the year, he has seen how Jared long hair look has been appreciated, so he is now trying to copy it. He couldn't do it earlier because producers and directors didn't allow him to. Now we know why they did, Jensen looks like cheap motel pimp.

[quadrantadvisor]

Was desperate enough to use the search function to find posts about The Host by Stephenie Meyer and I just wanted to say, I love your takes and I agree with everything.

The love square never made sense. Jared and Melanie were impossible to root for because the sole basis of their love was that Melanie felt safe with him and Melanie was the last woman on Earth to Jared, and then neither of those things turn out to be true so all they have is intense sexual chemistry. And especially in contrast to Ian and Wanda, how and why am I supposed to care about them? And there is no reason for Wanda to love Jared. I get her falling in love with him through Melanie’s memory of him, but the reality ought to have shattered that illusion for both of them IMO. Especially for Melanie, because he’d rather scream at and hit her body rather than even entertain the hope she might be in there. Sure, he protects it from other humans, but then he abuses it, so that’s not in fact protection; it’s possession.

The gender bioessentialism never made sense. Sure, Wanda’s in a female body and can make the choice to reproduce, which is super cool. But given that her sense of gender hinges on that ability to reproduce and given that that ability is super rare, why would other Souls gender themselves? I think being agender or someone who just didn’t give a damn about pedantic human gender roles would have been super interesting for Wanda’s character and I think it would have added more dimension to her and Ian’s relationship. He barely had to struggle with the fact that the body she was in belonged to an attractive cisgender girl and he was a cishet man, in spite of Meyer’s weak attempts to call that into question. The gender question might have thrown him for more of a loop.

Contrast that to Jared’s very comphet interpretation of his relationship with Melanie, and ooh baby, we’ve got a stew!

Also would have liked more exploration on ethics in general. Why do the Souls care about the well-being of the organisms on the Fire Eater planet but not on Earth? Instead of stopping from eating them, do they steal their bodies too? And the humans killing other humans in an attempt to save them: Is it okay to murder them if they’re the ones doing the murdering, like before?

Sorry for the long ask. I just have a lot of thoughts. Please feel free to block and ignore if this is too weird. Genuinely no intention to bother or offend and I’m sorry if I have.

Oh man I'm always ready to rant about The Host with people!

Yeah I feel like Meyer thought she was saying something really deep about human nature and the way that our instincts drive us? And there is something there, like, your body having a reaction to another person and that affecting your behavior is interesting! In my opinion she just went WAY too far with it, and it makes the characters seem unrealistic and childish. The ways that both Melanie and Wanderer act around Jared are bizarre (this may partially be my ace spectrum talking but like, c'mon.) Jared just kinda sucks, also. The whole idea that there's this inherent magnetism between MEN and WOMEN and that that physical attraction is the most important thing in the world is so heteronormative and amatonormative and uncomfortable

And the book was SO CLOSE to having an interesting take on gender! Examing the genders and/or lack thereof of a body-snatching alien species could be so fun! There's even the mention of the alien species with three genders, and talking about their family structures. You would think that something like that would indicate a more expansive view on gender, but really it's just an extrapolation of more bioessentialism. Because that species has those biological sexes, their families MUST be steucturedin this way, because that's what's natural for them. There's no room for variability or different sorts of feelings. She completely equates gender with biology, even when that biology is being coopted by a hitchhiker.

You're so right about Ian and Wanderer, I would love more examinations of how different she is from humans, including in a gender sense, and them having to deal with that as a part of their relationship. Setting up Jared as someone very entrenched in social norms and Ian as a foil to him in that way sounds really interesting!

Soul society and ethics are SO fascinating. I do sincerely think that Meyer is an compelling fantasy and sci fi world builder, if nothing else.

It's late and I feel like I'm a little incoherent but I love getting to chat about this book, it's so infuriating but so fun, now I want to read it again.

[inkandguns]

Flee. Retreat. Whatever you want to call it, it’s time to leave Colorado. The author of the article sums it up with the quote above. They also passed the misgendering law, making it a crime to misgender and parental rights can be revoked just like in Washington.

Beating the democrats in Colorado is impossible. In a few short years they rigged up the primary systems and jailed the lady looking at election integrity issues.

Bloomberg invaded the Rockies with billions in campaign contributions and the damage can’t be undone. Liberals from every state flocked there. Colorado will never be the same again.

When you get to your new state I hope you right for it. It’s gonna take lots of time and lots of work out of your day, but it will be worth it. I think the best move is leaving for a normal state. I’m trying to 10x multiply my house investment there and then I’m putting that shit state in my rear view mirror forever.

Colorado sucks because of the people. They’re the worst trash from all over America. Real Coloradans have mostly left.

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 26

Master list

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, Lots of feelings, smut

A/N: An ending I hope I did it Justice. This story will always be near to my heart. It was my first fiction. 💕 Thanks for coming along for the ride. I edited this quickly, so please overlook any errors.

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You woke up in Jensen’s arms as the alarm went off. You groaned and so did he. It made you giggle. “Come on baby. We’ve got a plane to catch” you nudged him. His eyes were closed but you saw a smile creep up on his face. “Mmm yes, our honeymoon.” “Yes, baby finally” you kissed him as you got out of bed.

You walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Turning back towards the room you saw Jensen leaning up on his arm watching you with a smile. “What” you giggled. “Nothing just admiring the view of my beautiful wife.” He smiled. You blushed and grabbed your clothes for the day.

Once in the shower you let the water run down your body and over your face. The wedding playing over in your putting a smile on your face. It was perfect and you were still in disbelief you and Jensen were married. You heard him come in the bathroom and you smiled knowing what was coming next. You saw his shadow standing outside the curtain. “You coming in or just gonna stand there all day” you asked seductively. “I’m coming in to see my hot wife” he opened the curtain and bit his bottom lip. “Damn you’re gorgeous”. You blushed and stepped to the side letting him in.

With the water cascading down and around you two you held on tightly and kissed with intense passion. You moaned into his mouth and he pulled you flush to his body. “Jensen we really should get ready. We don’t want to miss our flight” you moaned. He ran his fingers down your body and found your folds. Your breath hitched and you moaned. Jensen smiled on your lips. He started to rub circles on your swollen clit and inserted a finger into your folds. You moaned louder and Jensen took your hard nipple in his mouth sucking it and nibbling it. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. You gripped his shoulders digging your nails into his skin. Your breath hitched “Jens I’m gonna cum”. “Cum for me sweetheart. Cum

On my fingers” Jensen said. You came undone and he captured your lips with his.

You touched his hardened shaft and Jensen sucked in air. You pumped him a few times before bending over. Jensen grabbed your hip with one hand and lined himself up with the other. He pushed in with one thrust causing you to gasp. Your hands rested on the tile and his on your hips. With every thrust and grunt Jensen got closer to his release. His movements were focused and he grunted as he filled you up. The grip on your hips was tight. You knew it would bruise but you didn’t care.

When he softened he pulled out. The two of you cleaned up and got out of the shower. The two of you got dressed and carried your bags downstairs. Jensen made two coffees to go as you made sure you had everything for your trip. You were checking bags, checking rooms and making sure you had your plane tickets and IDs. “Jens, you have your wallet, right?” You asked from the living room. “Yep, got it in my pocket” he said.

You heard your phone go off with a notification. You smiled when you saw why. Jensen had posted a picture taken last night of the two of you dancing at the wedding. Jared must have taken it for him. The caption was beautiful “Just wanted to let everyone know I married the love of my life yesterday. It was a beautiful wedding and we were surrounded by family and friends. I can’t believe I finally get to call Y/N my wife. You made sure our wedding was perfect. I love you so much and I can’t wait for our honeymoon. ��🩵🥰😘”

You smiled and walked in the kitchen putting your arms around him. “I love you baby” you kissed him. Your Uber arrived and Jensen loaded the car with your bags. You went through the house making sure doors were locked and set the alarm before you closed the door.

You climbed in the car with Jensen and he took your hand giving it a gently kiss. The ride to the airport was pretty quick and before you knew it you were on the plane. A few short hours later you landed in Hawaii. As soon as you stepped off the plane you felt like you were in a dream. Hawaii was more beautiful than you had imagined. Jensen planned the whole trip and you were so excited. You two took a cab to the resort. When you pulled up your eyes went wide. Jensen was watching you and smiled. “Oh my goodness Jensen, it’s absolutely breathtaking” you said. He looked at you and said “yes you are”. You blushed and kissed him. The two of you checked in and were escorted to your suite.

The suite was beautiful. A full kitchen and sitting area with a private pool and hot tub on the back deck. The bedroom featured a huge king sized bed and a private bathroom. Jensen carried your bags to the bedroom and you stood on the deck watching the waves. Jensen came up behind you and put his arms around you. You leaned into him and placed your head on his chest.

“Jensen, this is perfect. Thank you” you said. He kissed your cheek as he pulled you tight. “Come on. Let’s go to the beach” he said. He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom to change. Both of you changed into your bathing suits and walked hand in hand to the beach. There was a private cabana waiting for you and you smiled. “You really thought of everything didn’t you”. “Nothing but the best for you. I love you so much.” He said. “I love you too” you said.

The week went by too quickly and soon it was time to head home. You had one day between getting home and having to leave to go with Jensen to Toronto.

The two of you arrived home and you did the laundry. Jensen started packing for Toronto and gave you some pointers on what to take with you.

The post he made about your wedding went crazy and almost everyone was supportive. You’d learned to ignore the other comments. You were busy making sure all laundry was done when your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID and it was the District Attorney for your case against Ashley and Jacob. You answered the phone and walked towards where Jensen was. He saw you and stopped what he was doing. “Yes, this is Mrs Ackles. Yes, right I see. Okay. Do you need anything from me? Okay. Yes. Thank you for calling. You too. Bye” you hung up and Jensen stood waiting for you to talk to him.

He touched your arm “Sweetheart, is everything okay. Who was that?” “That was the District Attorney. The judge issued the sentence today for Ashley and Jacob. I forgot it was today.” You spoke through tears. “It’s okay baby. Take your time. Tell me whenever you’re ready” Jensen spoke softly. You took a deep breath trying to steady your nerves. “Ashley was given a sentence of 25 years for her charges. She’s eligible for parole in 15 years and Jacob was given a sentence of 45 years without the possibility of parole. It’s over Jensen. I’m finally safe.” You said as you let go of the breath you had been holding for months. Jensen threw his arms around you and hugged you tightly. “I love you so much and I’m so proud of you. None of this would have been possible without your strength to testify against them. You’re an amazing woman. I’m so proud to call you my wife.” Jensen kissed your lips and you melted into him. “I love you too Jensen. I’m thankful every day for you and your love. None of this would have been possible without our Chance Meeting.”

The End

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