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foxgloveprincess · 5 months

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Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: Love has finally found you.

Word Count: 1,837

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Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark, Kidnapping, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Kidnapping, implied Cyberstalking, Relationships, slightly Confined Spaces, Pet Names (angel, baby, etc.). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Jake is finally ready for his angel. I hope you enjoy! Happy Fourth and Final Sunday of Attic Wives Advent! ❄️🎉🍾🙌🏻

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You hated the bright flashes of the cameras on the whatever-the-latest-color carpet your agent made you walk down. Feeling like an animal in a cage. Smiling until your cheeks hurt and not able to let it drop for one brief moment of reprieve.

“We’re almost to the end,” Mickey whispers in your ear.

A genuine smile threatens to eclipse your perfectly composed one. You lean closer and whisper back a quiet, “Promise?”

He chuckles and plays up your embrace for the cameras. With a hum, he kisses your cheek, letting his face linger there for a nice intimate shot. Your heart flutters in you chest. The photographers eat it up with a cry of both your names.

“I promise, babe,” he replies with one last tender peck.

You give an affectionate squeeze around his waist and turn back to the carpet. A couple steps, a hundred photos. Another carefully placed spot, a few hundred more snapped. On and on until you get to the interviews. With reluctance, you let your agent separate you from Mickey’s side and turn to the cheery reporter in front of you.

“Cara Lonquist with Entertainment Avenue,” she introduces herself.

You smile and step forward, locking your fingers together to keep from fidgeting. Despite never quite acclimating to such keen attention, a deep breath prepares you for her questions.

Most fish for spoilers from the movie or upcoming projects. You answer each with the coy script you’ve practiced with the P.R. team. Then she asks, “Did I see you walking the carpet with someone?”

You blink a moment, caught off-guard by the pivot in conversation. Of course, you expected it, prepared for it. You duck your chin and press a hand to your heating cheek. “You did.”

The reporter coos and steps closer, chomping at the bit for the scoop you’re about to drop in her lap.

“Let’s just say,” you pause a minute to think, coquettish in your performed divulgence. “There’s a very special man in my life, and leave it at that.”

“A special man?” a voice teases from behind. Arms wrap about your waist and Mickey presses up behind you. The tension in your shoulders eases and you lean into his embrace. “Don’t make me jealous.”

The reporter makes a sound high in her throat and keeps the microphone shoved in your faces. Her eyes glance to her cameraman, and he returns a not so subtle thumbs up. You swallow a giggle and turn back to your beau.

“Oh yeah,” you tease in return, twisting away from the camera, “he’s everything to me.” But looking into Mickey’s cool blue eyes, you melt. It feels good to finally go public with the romance that’s bloomed between the two of you. Never have you been so happy.

Nor has a man thousands of miles away, his gaze locked on the screen, knowing you’re talking about him.

You awaken slowly, head groggy and body sore all over. Scratching an itch on your chest, your fingers meet lace. You look down to see an unfamiliar set of frilly white lingerie—something you’d never wear on your best day. The cropped camisole provides little support for your bust. Scalloped lace trims the edges, from the low-cut neckline to the fluttery straps. The bottom bloomers bear the same lace around the high waist and each leg hole. Both pieces just sheer enough that you’re exposed.

You smooth your hands over the soft cotton and sit up fully to examine the rest of your body. It’s more than just aches. A cast wraps around your right leg up to your knee. A brace sits on your left wrist. You grimace and try to roll the joint. It twinges with pain. A yelp escapes your lips and you cradle your hand to your chest. At least you’re all in one piece—wherever you are.

Looking around at the room you occupy, you see nothing familiar. A sloped roof with a delicate chandelier shining soft light across the small space. The bed you occupy crammed into a small nook. Lace and frills and faux fur cover each pillow around you. A delicate canopy drapes from overhead, tied off to the side with pristine white bows. Gossamer fabric hanging off to the side on a curtain rod barely conceals a toilet, tub, and sink. A scattered lamp or two, dim in their light. There’s very little else to the space. No windows. No doors.

“Where am I?” you whisper to no one in particular.

“I can answer that,” a voice booms over speakers you can’t see.

A flabbergasted, “What?” whooshes out of you on a breath.

“Are you comfortable?” the voice asks. It’s masculine, concerned, even tender in its delivery. Though the volume may be high, the voice isn’t coarse or agitated.

Your head shakes, rattling around all the thoughts that puzzle over your predicament.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, an urgency to his tone. The lights brighten from their dimmed setting. You raise a hand to shield your slowly adjusting eyes. But you say nothing. “It’s okay, angel, you can tell me.”

“Where am I?” you repeat looking for the camera he’s sure to have trained on you. “What’s going on?” Your voice threatens to shake as your situation settles around you and awareness blooms. This is not a joke, this is not a prank. You keep your cool as best you can, taking your cue from scripts and episodes of crime dramas. Struggling and screaming never did those girls any good. Smarts did.

“You’re home, baby,” he says. You swallow hard at the joy that exudes from those three words. Even in the silence that follows, you can hear the buzz of his anticipation.

“But where is home?” you ask, forcing out the words that stick in your throat.

“Oh, uh,” he pauses. Tapping and mumbles follow. Like somehow he’s nervous. “I, uh, don’t think I should tell you that.”

You dip your head in disappointment. He seemed friendly enough. He might slip up or give you a window of opportunity or be malleable enough for you to coax your way to safety.

You think hard for the next question before asking, “Do I get to know your name?”

“I guess we never got formally introduced,” he responds. More confusion adds to the pile—what does he mean by that? Had you met this man before? “My name’s Jake.”

“Jake,” you repeat with a tremble to the word. You clear your throat and let yourself pretend you’re on a set. Summoning your skills for your survival. “I’m glad to meet you again, Jake.” You let a small, wobbly smile stretch your lips as you look toward the general direction of one of the speakers—you hope.

The lights brighten with a flash before dimming to their previous mood lighting. All too familiar, reminding you of the paparazzi.

“I knew it,” he crows with joy. “I knew you’d remember me. It was so brief on the street, but we connected. You felt it too, didn’t you?”

Your mind races. He’d bumped into you. On what street? When? How many others had done the same—too many. How were you supposed to remember him out of all of them?

But you say, “Of course.” Though your voice quivers and your whole mouth dries, you lick your lips and continue with trepidation fluttering in your stomach. “You seemed…sweet?”

“Sweet?”

Your heart jumps at his tone, unable to decipher his reception of the term without a look at his face. But a dreamy sigh drifts through the speakers.

“That’s exactly what you said before. God, you really are an angel.”

You chuckle, an uneasy laugh meant to sound like a girlish giggle. At least his delusion seems to blind him to the discomfort slipping through the cracks. You glance around the room, a sinking feeling in your gut.

“Am I going to stay here?” you ask.

“Of course,” Jake replies, chirpy and affectionate. “You know how it’s been. Keeping this to ourselves for so long, being apart.” He sighs again and you hear a faint scratching through the speaker. “I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve been lonely.” He pauses and part of you almost feels sorry for him—almost. When he speaks again, though, that fleeting sympathy vanishes. “But now you’re really mine and I don’t have to share.”

“Share?” you wonder out loud. The implication doesn’t evade you, and your mind jumps to escape, the outside world, your commitments. “I’ve signed some contracts for upcoming films. They’ll expect me to show up on set. Or what about my agent? My family?” Your fingers fidget with the blanket draped over your waist. “Where do they think I am? They must be missing me by now. I had a meeting with public relations.…” you trail off, dread filling you up to the brim. “What about Mickey? God, he must be so worried.”

“Oh,” he voices with a strange lilt of sympathy. “Well, you see, the thing is…”

A television screen turns on in the corner. You didn’t notice that before in your brief perusal of the space. Your eyes squint at the bright light and watch. News coverage of an accident plays. A mangled car—a black SUV—flames on the side of a hill. Firefighters work to put out the fire with EMTs quickly packing up their equipment and speeding off. Your head tilts. What about it? Then your ears focus on the reporter’s statement.

“…actor most known for her role in Sanctified. No statement has been issued by the first responders as to her condition, but witnesses speculate that it may be dire. One witness even asserted that all he saw were charred remains when she was pulled from the wreckage…”

“That was almost two days ago,” Jake says, speaking over the story. “I recorded it for you to see.”

You blink. Images of a blaring horn and shattered glass. But no fire. You remember the driver, a younger man with a bright smile and overflowing enthusiasm—was his name Justin? He’d been pressed against the wheel and pinned in place. His voice echoes in your ear—the timbre and insistence—but you can’t remember exactly what he said.

“They announced your death yesterday on the 6 o’clock news,” he continues to explain with pride. “I think we did pretty good, and now no one will wonder where you are.”

“We?” you ask, still struggling to get through your shock.

He huffs a laugh. “Yeah, I have a friend that helped out. It was his idea—the way it went down.” You drag a shuddering breath into your lungs. “Do you like how we did it?” There’s those nerves again. His voice tentative.

You swallow down bile and blink a few times in an attempt to clear your head. “Yes,” you reply. “It was very creative.” You clear your throat and breathe deep. “And now I’m all yours.” It whooshes out of you like defeat.

“All mine,” he echoes in delight.

#jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen fanfic #dark #dark fic #kidnapping #tw kidnapping #yandere vibes #18+#minors dni

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 1 year

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Oooh a drabble or oneshot inspired by the song where you belong by The weeknd, with lloyd hansen. Theme: Jealousy....what do ya think?

I loved writing this. Thank you. Sorry it's taken so long, my life seems to have gotten rather busy lately. Hope you enjoy x

Where You Belong... Lloyd Hansen x reader - sequel to Better Believe It

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, oral (f-receiving), fingering, hand job, sucking on titties, manhandling, public sex? Sex on a desk, unprotected sex (wrap it), use of daddy, nicknames (baby girl, baby boy, baby, sunshine, angel), slight angst, jealous!Lloyd, appearance by Jake Jensen, guns

I feel the blood rushin' throughout ya body

You see the scars painted over my skin

I'm always numb to the topic of loving

I fell in love with the subject of sin, oh

I don't have to remind you, oh, oh

It's my need to confine you, oh, oh

I see your face every time I'm with somebody else

Can't you see that I want you?

I don't have to remind you, oh, oh

Oh, whoa-ooh, woah, oh

Where you belong

Lloyd was pouting. And the longer he sat in his car outside of your computer repair store watching you through the window as some nerdy-looking fucker flirted with you, he pouted even more. Lloyd never pouted, unless he wasn't getting his own way, and then he pouted like a little boy being told no. And right now all he wanted to do was march right up to you and fuck you over the counter that you were leaning on, in front of the nerd and claim you as his. But you weren't his. You had been a way to pass the time and a way to take his frustration out, but that had ended months ago. Well, two months, a week and four days ago, not that he had been keeping track since you left him. Two whole weeks of devouring your cunt whenever he pleased, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you provided to be the best way to keep his mind from exploding as he tried to complete his mission.

"So... You wanna stick around for a while, angel?" Lloyd asked and pressed a kiss just behind your ear. His moustache tickling your sensitive skin.

You gave a tired hum. "Depends. You gonna fuck me like that if I do?"

Lloyd chuckled and pushed himself up so he was over you. "Oh, sunshine," He said with a shit-eating grin. "You better believe I'm gonna fuck you silly."

A smirk curled at your lips as you wrapped one arm around his broad shoulders and wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard cock making him moan. "Then I'm all yours." You pressed your lips against his as you gave his cock a soft squeeze around the shaft.

Lloyd began humping your hand as your tongues fought for dominance. He reached up with his left hand and wrapped his hand around your throat giving it a squeeze making you moan and pause momentarily, allowing Lloyd to take control.

He pulled back with a smirk. "I'm going to fucking ruin you, Sunshine."

It had been you to ruin him. Usually, women never got under his skin, but you had bewitched him from the moment you met. You were perfect.

"I need to go home, Lloyd... Jake, called... something about a bug on a corporate company's software and he needs my help. I'm sorry."

At first, when you informed him you had to return home, he was more disappointed than heartbroken. He'd be losing the best pussy he's ever had, but he had always known eventually it was going to happen. You and he were just some 'vacation' fun, nothing more. But as those two months, one week and four days began to pass, he realised that it may have been just more than 'vacation' fun for him and he was missing you more than he first thought he might. That's when he decided to go out and find someone else to fuck, but he found it was only your face he wanted to see in the midst of pleasure. It was your moans and touches he was craving not that of a stranger.

Lloyd's nostrils flared and his hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he watched you wrap your arms around the guy's neck and kiss his cheek before wandering off out of sight. Lloyd glared at the guy as he watch you walk away with a smirk. Lloyd let out a heavy breath through his nostrils as he opened the door and got out, slamming it shut behind him. His hands balled up into fists as he marched across the street towards your store.

The sound of the door being kicked open in the other room startled you from your work. You raised your head and peered over your shoulder towards the black curtain that separated the back room and the front of the store from each other as you listened to the commotion out front. It sounded like Jake was arguing with someone.

You stood up and walked towards the curtain, only to jump back with a gasp as it was thrown open. Your eyes widened in surprise, "Lloyd?"

Lloyd smirked at you. He closed the gap between you, crashing his mouth against yours as he pulled you into his body. You could faintly hear Jake talking but you were preoccupied with Lloyd's tongue in your mouth and his hard cock pressing against your thigh to care. Your arms wound around Lloyd's neck as you moaned into Lloud's mouth, and waved Jake away. You let Lloyd guide you backwards until you were pressed against your desk and his firm body.

He pulled back from you with a grunt and turned to face Jake as he pulled a gun out of his jacket and pointed it at him. "I've told you once, get the fuck out, kid." He growled. You shivered at his tone feeling yourself get hot and bothered.

Jake's mouth fell open in shock before he looked at you with a frown. "Y/n, tell your pornstar to stop being mean to me."

Lloyd gritted his teeth as he moved towards Jake.

"Jake..." You sighed as you pulled on Lloyd's shoulder to stop him from moving away from you. "Go home." You smirked at Jake before looking up at the man in front of you. "Lloyd, unless you're going to fuck me with it," You put your hand over the top of his gun and pushed it down. "Put that thing away." Jake scoffed in disgust as he turned away from the pair of you and closed the curtain behind him.

"You'd love for me to do that, wouldn't you, Sunshine," Lloyd smirked down at you as he dropped the gun onto your desk before crashing his lips against yours.

You moaned into his mouth as you threaded your fingers through his short hair, tugging firmly as he firmly grabbed your backside in his large hands. He lifted you and placed you on top of your desk, standing between your legs as you spread them for him.

Lloyd pulled back from you panting as he pushed your summer dress up your thighs. "Fuck. Can smell her." He ripped your panties down your thighs and threw them over his shoulder.

"She's missed you." You moaned as he ran his knuckles through your already wet folds.

"I hope she as." Lloyd hummed as he looked up into your eyes and pinched your chin between the fingers of his other hand. "What about you, Sunshine? You miss me?" He asked as lightly pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.

You nodded with a soft sigh as Lloyd moved his lips across your skin. "More than you could know." You whispered and began unbuckling his belt. "Now fuck me, Lloyd." You leant back on your desk with your legs spread wide for him. You played with your sensitive clit as you watched him palm his hard cock through his pants.

Lloyd smirked to himself. "I will, Sunshine, but let daddy get a taste. I've missed her sweetness." He licked his lips and dropped to his knees before you.

You let out a breathy moan as Lloyd pressed his mouth against your cunt and began devouring you.

"Fuck. So. Good. Baby." Lloyd groaned against you. "FUCK!" Lloyd pressed his face against your cunt with a moan, his mustache rubbing against your clit as he fucked you with his tongue.

"Fuck, baby." Your head fell back with a deep moan as you threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged making Lloyd groan against you.

Lloyd pulled back from you and shoved three of his thick fingers inside your quivering pussy and pressed his thumb against your clit. "Cum!" Lloyd ordered.

You cried out as you came around his fingers. Fuck, you'd missed how quick he could make you cum.

As Lloyd stood up between your spread legs, his face glistening in your juices and made quick work of his pants, pushing them and briefs down his thighs until his cock could spring free. He spat into his hand before wrapping it around his cock and gave himself a couple of strokes.

Lloyd hooked his arm under your knee and pulled you closer to the edge of your desk. He took a hold of his cock and ran the head through your folds making your breath catch in your throat as the tip nudged your clit.

With a deep moan Lloyd pushed his bulbous head inside your warm wet hole making your eyes roll back with a moan. Lloyd bent down and stuck his tongue into your already open and willing mouth.

You both moaned into each other's mouths as Lloyd's thick cock split you open and he bottomed out.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders as Lloyd began to move his hips back and forth. "Fuck." You moaned.

Lloyd shoved his face against your shoulder with a groan as you squeezed his cock. "FUCK!... Missed... you... beautiful," He pulled down the strap of your dress so your breast was free and fondled it as he moved his hips at a punishing pace. "Mine... No one... Else's..."

You moaned out as Lloyd ran his tongue over your left nipple before he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck on it. You tangled your fingers in his hair and you arched your back as Lloyd bit your nipple. "Oh, God, Lloyd," You cried out.

Lloyd pulled back with a pop and crashed his lips against yours as he fucked you harder.

He pulled back with a heavy breath. "Fuck!" Lloyd bit his bottom lip as he watched himself slip in and out of your wet pussy. "Oh, fuck," His head fell back with a groan as he moved harder and faster.

He slipped his hand between you and began circling your clit with his fingers. Your eyes screwed shut as you grew closer and closer to your release, switching between muttering praises and begging. Fuck, you'd missed Lloyd.

"C'mon, angel, cum for me... Need it... Please." Lloyd panted as he held your gaze.

You shook your head, "I want... Your-"

Lloyd chuckled as he pressed a short kiss to your lips. "Don't worry, Sunshine," He reached up with his free hand and wrapped his fingers around your throat as he moved his other fingers against your clit harsher. "I'm right behind ya'." He hammered harder into as he squeezed your throat making your eyes roll back.

You let out a an almost silent scream as your orgasm hit. You pulled on Lloyd's hair making him groan in pleasure and let go of your throat as you crashed your lips against his in a heated kiss as Lloyd's movements stilled as he came.

You pulled back from him and rested your forehead against his as you both caught your breath, still holding on to each other's body.

"I'm glad you're not dead, Lloyd." You whispered, gently pushing him back from you as you untangled yourself.

Lloyd chuckled, "Aww, were you worried about me, Sunshine?" He smirked at you as he tucked himself away. "I told you before there's no need."

You rolled your eyes as you hopped off the desk and took your panties from him. "Don't tease, Lloyd. It's not cute." You bent over and pulled your panties on.

Lloyd laughed again, "Don't pout because you missed me, Sunshine."

You laughed as you stood up and looked at him. "You missed me too, or you wouldn't be here, Lloyd." You folded your arms across your chest with a pout.

Lloyd frowned, "I missed your pussy, there's a difference." He folded his arms as he stared at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Bullshit!" You huffed as your cell started going off beside you in your desk. You picked it up with a frown, "What is it, Jake-" You gasped in surprise as Lloyd ripped the phone out of your hand and threw it against the wall making it smash. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" You smacked arm angrily.

"We were having a conversation, you don't just answer your cel-"

"IT WAS WORK!" You shouted. "Have you forgotten how many times you did that?"

"Oh, please. You told that little twerp to go home. He knew what we were doing. There's only one reason why he's calling." Lloyd glared at you.

Your mouth hung open for a moment before you began smiling at him. Any time Jake texted or called you whilst you were having your 'vacation' fun, Lloyd got pissy and would fuck you even harder, claiming it was because of 'work'. Now it made sense.

"You're jealous." You smiled at him.

"What?" Lloyd's brows furrowed as he scoffed. "Like fuck I am."

Your head fell back with laughter. "Oh, my god, you're jealous of, Jake." You said teasingly making Lloyd huff.

"I am not jealous of that little fuck." He glared.

"Aww, baby boy," You cupped Lloyd's cheeks and mushed them together. "There's no reason for you to be jealous." You cooed making Lloyd push your hands away from him, only making you laugh even more.

Lloyd huffed as you continued to tease him. "Shut your mouth, before I shut it for you." He grunted and grabbed his gun from your desk.

"Aww, what's wrong Lloyd? Don't like hearing the truth?" You pouted at him before you let out a soft laugh. "Relax... I won't tell anyone you're really a big, soft, pussy whipped, little-"

You let out a startled gasp as Lloyd grabbed a hold of your throat and shoved you against the wall, forcing his gun in between your lips.

"I warned you." He snarled in your face.

You stared up at him with wide eyes as you pressed your thighs together.

Lloyd looked down and shook his head with a chuckle, "Just a whore for daddy, aren't you?" He asked.

You nodded the best you could with the gun still in your mouth.

Lloyd removed the gun and replaced it with his mouth, forcing his tongue in between your lips as he ground his hips against you, his hardening cock pressing between your legs and making you moan.

"Fahk," He panted against your mouth. "Need to get you home..."

You let out a soft moan as he trailed the tip of the gun up your thigh. "Promise you'll fuck me with it this time?" You asked.

Lloyd groaned, "Baby, I'll fuck you with anything you want." He kissed you again.

#lloyd hansen x reader smut #Lloyd Hansen #Lloyd Hansen x reader #Lloyd Hansen smut #Chris Evans #Chris Evans x reader #Chris Evans x reader smut #Lloyd Hansen request #Lloyd Hansen x reader smut request

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jarpadswalker · 10 months

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I doubt you're ok with anyone who's criticizing Jared or saying anything against him. How is it different from being AA?

I know you'll say "They don't criticize Jared's it's just hate", but what would be an example of someone criticising Jared and not being a hater? I never saw you being ok with ANY criticism he gets. AAs are the same - they see every criticism as hate.

No, there is a huge difference between criticism and hate... When someone calls Jared, an average actor or a B-List actor, I am okay with that criticism. When he is criticise for some of his acting choices Jared stans are okay with that...We don't bombard critics ask box with questioning their loyalty...We don't go and blame the person for not being a fan just coz he/she dared to dislike Jared's acting.

It is not Same with AA, the moment someone criticise Jensen acting you will have AAs crowding your ask box trying to change your opinion and if that doesn't happens they will question your loyalty and at the end call you a hater.

For Jared stans what constitutes hate is when AAs tried to vote down Walker without even watching it. You watch Walker and hate it, it is okay. That is your choice, but you don't watch the show yet, You criticise and try to influence others to not watch it. Try to fudge its rating just cause you are jealous that Jared got a show while your fave didnt. That is hate. And what worst is AAs werent even hiding their malicious act they were legit commenting that they didn't watch the show or trailer but they are sure its bad and so they are rating it 1star.How do you know it is bad when you didnt watched a single thing.

Jensen backstabbed Jared and acted like complete ass during TW, but Jared stans didn't down vote the show without watching it.Those who criticised were the ones who watched or at least tried to watch that mess. Most Importantly none of the Jared stanever said - if you are true Jared stan then you won't watch the show.

As far as hate is concerned, then there is no comparison between AAs and Jared stan. Most Jared don't care what Jensen does until some anon like yourself post an ask, highlighting his statement of whatever he is doing. None of the Jared stans are interested in keeping a tab on magazines he is interviewed or the organisation he is associated with. Most importantly, none of the Jared stans approach any company or organization associated with Jensen and tell them that he is awful and they should break their association. Even after Jensen acting as ass none of Jared stan had ever asked him to die or wished ill on his family or business. We didn't cheer when we learned about his near death experience with a plane. Again, most importantly, even when Jared stan criticise Jensen, they never tag Jensen.

The same can't be said for AAs. AAs and their extension Hellers have tagged Jared in the post where they wished him death. There are posts where idiots like AA have wished Ode to chole to death. There are post by AAs and hellers where they approached companies associated with Jared on social media and told them how they shouldn't work with Jared. They approached Out YouTh like dumb idiots and asked them to return the donation from Padaleckis. knowingly spreading misinformation about Jared is like a rite of passage to become an AA.

So you see, Anon Jared stan and AAs aren't the same. AAs don't criticise they hate. One thing that AAs know the best is to play victim whenever they are called out.

#anti jensen #anti hellers #anti aas #anti misha #anti jared padalecki hate #anti spn prequel #anti minions #anti jared hate #anti danneel #anti destiel #narcissit AAs

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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Honeymoon|part 1

WC:3k+ GIF by hettiesworld

[dark!trailerpark!Jake x neighbour!Reader]

[warnings: Jake Jensen being flirty?, 6'5 Jake he's a big nerd that's buff, There's not much this chapter 😌 he's just a sweet baby to you]

Living in the trailer park could sometimes be unforgiving. But that was only to those who didn't dwell there. For you it was home. You knew the ins and outs of the park and who lived where. In your eyes, it was a close knit community where everyone was safe and loved. Almost like a big family.

You lived closest to the front near the entrance of the park. You liked this spot it was in front of Oldman Linton. He was one of your favourite neighbours as he always came back with some wool after he went shopping and all he asked for in return was a cup of tea, as he claimed yours were the best.

You lived simple here, all your needs were easily met and there was a huge shop about a 20 minute drive away which you could easily get the bus to.

Your job was one you adored and took pride in. You made clothing and blankets for people. They merely had to message you online, specify what they wanted. And then when you'd made it, they'd send the money and you'd send the item. It made working from home so much easier. You were truly happy as it felt like you were blessed with a quaint life which anyone humble would be jealous of.

Your trailer was perfect too. You had a cute swinging bench outside which were perfect for looking at the sun setting after a long day of sewing and crocheting and everything else.

Inside though was cozy and cute, at least that's the words Linton used. The entire floor of the trailer was covered in a white fluffy carpet, except the kitchen and bathroom which had pink tiles. You had a small pink over and microwave. Infact your entire kitchen was pink! It made your life sweeter which you adored. Your bed was a small single one, decorated in throw pillows and extra blankets as it was starting to get cold. And ofcourse on your bed layed lila. Your bunny stuffy which you took with you when you moved out of your parents house. It truly tied your trailer together.

Yet your peacefulness was disturbed this morning by a loud road of an engine. One that belonged on a fierce motorbike which was always accompanied by a fierce man. However you decided to explore anyway, as you'd heard rumors of someone moving into the trailer directly next to yours meaning a new neighbor who you could ask for sugar when you ran out when baking cupcakes.

You opened your door and the engine cut off. You stepped outside clad only in your thin white nightdress and a dressing gown. You watched a man get off the bike and take his helmet off when he turned to you, making you breath catch in you throat. He was beautiful. His blonde hair was short, he had a strange beard yet it suited his face perfectly, plump pink lips and the prettiest blue eyes you think you'd ever had the honour of gazing at. And then you did a double take as you saw how big he was. He was massive! He looked to be 6'5! His height and how muscly he was made your knees shake yet you decided to blame that on the cold breeze that just swept by that snapped you out of your stupor.

You were none the wiser to the man also taking you in, admiring the craftsmanship of your body. From every curve that shaped you to each dent that formed you, he was undeniably attracted to you. After you both had explored each other with your eyes, your face broke into a smile making his heart race slightly over how you looked like sunshine and sweetness on a stick. You walked over to the edge of the decking of your trailer so that you could be closer and you looked down slightly and spoke.

"Hi there! Are you moving in?"

"I am indeed, I take it your my neighbour."

"I am, just a warning I'll probably be popping by a lot to ask for sugar but I'll always repay you with one of my cookies or cupcakes."

"Well sweetness, I think that we're gonna be very good neighbors and excellent friends then because I have an incredibly sweet tooth. I'm surprised my teeth are rotting from talking to you. My name's Jake."

You blushed at his words, he was so flirtious that you couldn't do anything but blush. He'd knocked you off your feet with his overwhelming compliment of how sweet he thought you seemed. After regaining your thoughts you smiled at him and told him your name to which he hummed and said,

"Yeah it matches you sugar. Pretty name for a pretty girl."

To which you blushed again at. You smiled at him and spoke getting acquainted with him while he was putting his boxes in his deck getting ready to move in. You rounded him to be nerdy but you thought it to be cute how smart he can be. It reminded you to never ask him to play chess as he would ultimately destroy you within at least 5 moves.

You also thought him funny and sweet, the entire time you were speaking he was flirting with you and making you giggle. Yes you liked your new neighbor. He was so attractive and sweet. What more could you ask from someone. You decided to retire back to your home so you could begin on an order which was a Cardigan that had teddy bears and clouds on it. You thought it to be utterly adorable and you were almost finished. You just had to add buttons on it and make sure it wasn't loose anywhere. So you bid goodbye to Jake and wished him luck with unpacking.

After an hour or two, you weren't quite sure time seemed to get sucked into a pit of nothingness when you were working, you finished the cardigan! You decided to try it on and see if there were any faults in the fabric, yet there were none. You decided you would keep in on to keep you warm while you went out to stretch your legs.

As you went out, you saw Jake sweating from carrying all those boxes adorned in a pink t-shirt that read 'Go Petunias!'. You found it adorable. Jake caught you staring and decided to break you out of your thoughts by explaining the top;

"It's my niece's football team."

"Huh?"

He chuckled and pointed at his top. He saw your face flush at being caught staring at his chest and the shirt he wore.

"Yeah she's in the playoffs. She's a great kid. Gotta show support for the teams or else I'd be a real crappy cheerleader."

You giggled at him, "Well you're definitely the best cheerleader I've seen. It's cute, I love it."

Jake smiled as the blush hit his cheeks, "thanks sugar, maybe you can be my cheerleader. Ya know, support me when I'm tired from cheering."

You both broke out into laughter at this notion but you knew deep down you would if he asked you to. You already trusted him purely from how kind he seemed. Maybe that's why so many people called you gullible. You were oblivious to the idea he could be a bad man, all you saw was the sun radiating from his smile, not the blood that was splattered on his face from the past.

As you were once again suffocating yourself in the idea of you and Jake, he noticed that you had changed your fluffy dressing gown for a cute cardigan that had bears and clouds decorating it. He thought it was adorable, you truly were sugary sweetness just wrapped in anything cute and cuddly.

"I like your cardigan, where did you get it, I'm sure I can add it to my cheerleader uniform."

"Oh! I made it haha, I'm just trying to wear it in so there's nothing wrong before I send it away!"

"Wow, you made that. Damn. Is it a hobby?"

"Oh no it's my job! People can put orders online and stuff. And I make it! From blankets to dresses, I do it all. When I've made it they send the money and I send it off!"

Jake was in awe, you would make a perfect little house wife. You could cook and bake, and now you can make clothes. He was mesmerized by everything about you. His mouth spoke then before his mind could stop him;

"Ya know sugar, if you ever need anything fixing in your trailer just make me a new sweater and it's fixed!"

You giggled at him but noted it down. You were going to make him a sweater that had a cupcake on it. You knew he'd like it from how he kept calling you sugar, he liked the sweet stuff in life. And you were determined to wrap him in your own personal version of sweetness.

"I'll keep that in mind Jake! I've gotta go but it's super awesome having you as my neighbour!"

"And you too sugar. You need anything doing online, let me know okay?"

"Okay." And with that you saw him smile before you turned and your face painted it's own smile with a matching blush on your cheeks. No time for flirting, you thought. You had to notify the girl online you made her item and get your money!

Ever since then you had been working on the sweater for Jake, trying to make it perfect so he could stay warm during this cold time and also look handsomely cute too. All the while you would bump into him every morning and you would invite him to sit with you on your bench with a cup of tea or coffee each.

You adored the mornings with him, his voice would still be gruff from just waking up and he'd be so soft, retelling stories of when he was in different countries yet never telling you his job leaving you to ponder his secret. Yet you liked the mystery, he was like a nerdy James Bond in your mind and you used that idea in your fantasies far too often when making his sweater.

It was a month later when you had almost finished the sweater, yet you needed a break. And decided you needed to go shopping. So you grabbed your purse and some bags so you carry your shopping home on the bus and began on your journey.

You were dressed in a small lilac dress which had small white flowers swirling all over it. You matched it with a purple jacket you bought years ago. It was aged but it was still so pretty to you as the buttons were little roses and were decorated to beautifully. You cherished it especially with this dress.

As you got off the bus, you began on your small walk to store and just as you were pulling a trolley out of the lot you heard a gentle shout of your name. You turned and saw Jake with a flush on his cheeks from what you assumed was his jog. He beamed at you.

"Hey there cupcake, didn't know you were shopping today, if I did I would have offered you a ride."

"I decided I needed to stretch my legs before I let my project consume me as well as my work. Plus I think I might bake some cookies!" You flashed him an excited smile as you spoke to him.

Jake could have swore he almost had a heart attack from your pretty smile but instead decided he wanted to extend you two hanging out for as long as possible as he adored your optimistic presence. It's something that he didn't have a lot with his line of work. So he was bathing in the loveliness while he could.

"Come on sugar, give me that. I'll help you and then I can give you a lift home on my bike."

As Jake intercepted you and took the trolley, you froze and let out a squeak to which he immediately looked down at you in concern.

"What's wrong sugar?"

"I've never been on a motorbike! And I'm scared so I- I'll just get the bus!"

"No, no, no. Angel you're gonna ride the bike with me, I promise I'll keep you safe and I'll even drive super slow okay?"

After a moments pause, you sighed and puffed your cheeks out

"O-okay."

"Atta girl! You'll be fine angel I promise."

As you were going down the food isles nattering about the new order you got of a skirt which was long and black yet had little purple flowers on it, you looked and saw him smiling.

"Why are you smiling Jakey?"

"Because sugar you're so lovely to be around. In my line of work I'm used to sour and bitter things but you're so sweet. I'm so glad I'm retired, it makes me appreciate sweet things like you."

You blushed heavily at his words. You felt overjoyed that he appreciated you, he truly thought you were sweet and you couldn't help but let that get to your head bit. Yet as you were basking in the compliment Jake had kindly given you, you looked and saw him gazing at a woman across from you and you immediately turned to look. And with that your heart fell and crumbled quickly. She was the opposite of you completely and you could tell Jake was attracted from how he scanned her up and down.

You felt so stupid ofcourse you weren't his type. You're too trusting! You need to stop getting caught up in fantasy and instead focus on reality which is where he only saw you as his friend. With a heavy sigh you swallowed you fragmented heart and set off down the ilse slowly so Jake wouldn't think anything was wrong.

You decided to bite the bullet and ask the question,

"So do you have your eye on any lucky ladies?"

He let out a loud hearty chuckle making you confused on if he was or not. After clearing his throat he smiled and answered you in an amused tone,

"I don't sugar, but I'll definitely let you know if I do. Maybe you can tell me if you think they're nice or not hmm?"

With that said your fears were wiped free and you felt a calmness settle in your heart and you began nattering again to him about what to bake when you get home which he would eagerly reply with a joke of asking to taste test your baked delights.

As you were at the checkout, Jake told you to start packing the bags and ofcourse you followed his order, he had a domainating aura around him which you surrendered to every time. You were clueless to him getting his wallet out until it was too late.

As you were carrying your bags you began walking fast upset. Jake immediately noticed and caught up stopping you.

"Hey sugar what's wrong? I thought I was biking you back home?"

You puffed your cheeks out and with tears in your eyes you poked at his chest angrily and spoke,

"You shouldn't have paid! It was my stuff and now I feel like I have to pay you back and I don't want to! I worked hard to be independent and now everyone's gonna think I'm codependent on you!"

After you angry words, tears streamed down your face which Jake quickly wiped away with his large hand. He soothed your thoughts before they could wreak further havoc in your sweet little mind.

"I'm sorry angel, but I promise you, you don't. And even if you think so, then think of you as being my friend payment enough. It's amazing to have someone to talk to again honestly. And no one's gonna think that sugar. Everyone knows how amazing you are. Okay? Just don't let this get to your head baby, it's not worth it."

After his sweet words he kissed your forehead and you began your walk back to his bike where he put all your shopping in a large back pack and helped you put it on before placing a helmet on your head. He got on in front of you and you instantly wrapped you arms around his waist tightly in fear. And then you were off.

You will admit it was nice, and you were safe, after everything you ended up baking cupcakes and brought him a freshly decorated one before quickly going to Linton's and giving him one too, where you stayed to talk to him about your new projects. All in all you would say it was a fun day.

It was 2 weeks later when your fridge broke and your sink started leaking. You had no other option but to ask Jake for help. However you finished the sweater last week and you were proud of yourself. It was a dark blue and on the chest it had a cupcake on it and underneath it had the words sugar on it in white writing. It was definitely cute and you loved it.

Swallowing your anxiety down, you took a breath and grabbed the neatly folded sweater before heading to Jake's trailer. You gently knocked on the door 3 times before he answered it. Wearing only a pair of loose tan pants. His well built torso on display. You would have oogled him yet you were too busy worrying about the leak in your kitchen spreading to you fluff carpet. So you pushed your arms out with the sweater held in it and spoke quickly,

"You said if I ever had any problems in my trailer you'd fix them if I made you a sweater! So I made one and I urgently need your help, pretty please."

Jensen was taken aback by the fact that you had taken his words seriously, and he could feel his heart melt for you. You were perfect, truly. He knew then he wanted you as his little wife. You made him a damn sweater just so he would help you. What would you do when your married, would you make him special blankets? Would you make clothes for your babies? How many kids would-

His thoughts were cut out by you whispering please and giving him puppy dog eyes. He was a slave to you right then and there. So he simply nodded and took the sweater from your arms and placed it on the counter next to his door before he followed you, rushing to your trailer.

Within minutes you were explained the problem and within seconds he had appeared with a tool box and began working. Relieved of your temporary stress you sighed and got back to your own work. You were now making a cute white dress that had long puffy sleeves and was corset like. It was honestly one of your most beautiful works. You were going to call it the butterfly dress due to the neckline looking almost like butterfly wings.

As you both continued working, you allowed idle talk to fill the air, Jake was asking about your love life to which you simply giggled and said you didn't have one, further making Jake want you to be his. The more you two spoke the more determined Jake was to have you as his in name, in body, mind, soul and heart.

After he fixed everything he stood behind you as you were working on the bodice of the dress and he leaned down and kissed your head whispering sweetly not to work too hard. You could feel your heart explode with happiness over how kind Jake was.

As you were about to continue working, Jake interrupted your thoughts just as he was leaving,

"Oh angel remember a while back, you asked if I had my eye on anyone?"

You felt your heart dip into your throat in anxiousness over fear that your silly little crush was to be over in seconds.

"Y-yeah."

"Well I do now." But before your heart could break he flashed you a cheeky smile and a wink. Making you blush heavily. It was official you liked Jake Jensen, and you think he liked you too.

#jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen x you #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake Jensen x woc!reader #dark jake jensen #dark jake jensen x reader #dark!jake jensen x reader #Jake Jensen x black!reader

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diminuel · 2 months

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Messy scenario with a happy ending

Dean is dead!! Maybe post MoC or Soul Bomb something, but Cas and everyone thinks he’s 100% dead 5evah doesn’t even have a soul left to be in heaven (he is not this dead but everyone thinks he is)

Cas of course is in deep mourning but he promised to look after Sam! He’s doing it! And thru shenanigans he and Sam run across an Alt!Dean from a different timeline/world/Jensen Ackels a la the French/etc and oops Cas and this other Dean bone and it’s very angsty/bittersweet, then this Dean goes back to his world it’s all very angsty as Cas has lost him again!!.

And in doing the deed Cas is pregnant! Was it an oops or did Cas let it happen (consciously or unconsciously) to have SOMETHING left of Dean once they part? You pick! And again so vry angsty and bittersweet and Sam is like ??? imma be an uncle but idk about the ethics of this Cas!! Cus Sam can be a butt sometimes so you can have ~*~conflict~*~ here and maybe Cas is going it alone! Maybe it’s just kinda tense idk!

But!

but

The real Dean returns! Yay! But oh know Cas is preggers with another man’s bby? Maybe Dean leaned this BEFORE he is revealed alive and Dean’s all, alas I should not bother my beloved and stay away? Or maybe he thinks Sam knocked Cas up?? Or he returns and is all????? And either Cas&Sam enable each other to hide the ~*~truth~*~ from Dean for a bit and act like some rando knocked up Cas, or they disagree about hiding it vs telling him.

In anycase! Dean learns he is kinda the father? And he can be all, woe Cas found love in the arms of another, clearly better Dean thats didn’t make the mistakes I have made! Or he’s super jealous of Other Dean. But he’s like, oh ok but I’m this baby’s dad now tho even if Cas doesn’t want me!

(Cas do tho and then happy baby ending)

Oh, I am intrigued~

I would probably go for it to be unintentional but you know, who knows with Cas and his malfunctioning Grace ;3

I could see Sam being worried about Dean and not wanting to confront him with the truth right away, but on the other hand "it was you" is a much better scenario than "random guy" to Dean? Potentially. Because isn't it prove that Cas wants Dean? Which might be especially interesting (?) for Dean if there had not been anything going on between them before apart from longing and pining and charged glances. X3

#Anon #Diminuel replies #Destiel #pregnant!Cas #mpreg cw

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cantstoptheimagines · 1 year

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Unexpected (Audrey Jensen | MTV’s Scream)

Summary — A movie night with a friend takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Posting this a month late, but I don’t really care; fluffy friends to lovers.

Notes ➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Love’ Event (12/14) ➳ Word Count is 295. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ This idea came from this prompt list.

Feeling yet another piece of popcorn hit your cheek, you turned to glare at Audrey. All you received in return, however, was a view of her smirking profile. Before she could do anything to stop you, your hand reached into the bowl between the two of you, grabbed a handful of popcorn, and threw it in her direction.

“Okay!” she exclaimed, finally turning to look at you. “I’ve never thrown that much at you!”

“Yeah, whatever,” you chuckled.

Audrey’s gaze remained on you as you looked away. Your focus returned to the movie on your television. It was some old horror movie that only Noah seemed to know about, but he had finally convinced the two of you to watch it. In your head, he was anxious waiting in his bedroom, phone in hand, for an official movie review.

“You still seeing what’s-her-face?” asked Audrey, after a few seconds of silence.

You smiled in amusement, knowing who she was referring to. Recently, you had gone on a few dates with a girl from one of your classes, but it didn’t pan out to anything special.

“No,” you muttered. “She’s nice, but probably a better friend than girlfriend, I think.”

Audrey hummed. The satisfied tone of it, however, made you raise your eyebrows, “Wanna elaborate on that hum?”

“Oh,” shrugged Audrey, “it’s nothing.”

You huffed, then muttered, “Doesn’t seem like it. Jealous?”

“And what if I am?”

You paused, unsure of how to respond. However, you couldn’t stop a small smile from growing on your face.

“You’re cute when you’re shy. Have you always had a crush on me?”

You shook your head at her. You didn’t even need to look at her to know Audrey had a wide smirk on her face.

“Shut up, Audrey.”

#2023 #unexpected #mtv scream #mtv scream imagine #mtv scream imagines #mtv scream x reader #scream the tv series #scream the tv series imagine #scream the tv series imagines #scream the tv series x reader #audrey jensen imagines #audrey jensen imagine #audrey jensen x reader

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peyton-warren · 1 year

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Who Stole My Homework?- Blinded by the Fog Series Drabble

Characters: Jake Jensen, Reader Pairings: Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 520 Type: dork flavored fluff, and suggestiveness Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. suggestive dialog between husband and wife, dirty poem from husband

Summary: Takes place the Valentine's Day before the beginning of The Losers. Jake Jensen has a surprise for his wife, Reader.

Author's Notes: Part of @the-slumberparty's Week 2: Blast from The Past Challenge. I got the wildcard first line generator prompt "The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal...." -Is part of Blinded by the Fog Series but can be read without having read the rest of it. -A huge heartfelt thank you to @ronearoundblindly for the beta even tho you had not read the rest of the series (sillyhead)! And thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support, none of these would be done with out you.

Series Masterlist - Check out the regular chapters and drabbles and head cannons here

Masterlist Ask Box: Open

The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal.... A note?

“Really?” you set down your whiskey, the ice tinking off the glass wall. “What the hell is this?” you yelled through the house, having no idea where your husband actually was but you had little doubt who was driving the bright yellow remote control car.

“It's a note, sweetling!” Jake yelled back from the general direction of the office.

You grumbled under your breath, “I see it’s a fucking note. What the hell? Are we still in high school?”

“You used to love it when I passed you notes in high school,” he reminded you.

“That was before we became adults,” you reminded the car in turn, your voice too soft for him to hear from the distance between you. “Or did some of us never grow up?”

“Don’t be jealous of my childlike sense of wonder!”

How the fuck is he responding to you from the other side of the house? “Ok Peter Pan!” You picked up the car and held it hood first in front of your face, scrutinizing it. Your husband sometimes used his intellect for good and sometimes for shit like this. You noticed the tiny mic adhered to the small windshield wiper and what you guessed was a tiny camera fast to the roof rack.

With a wicked grin, you set the car back down on the floor. Sitting back up, you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your candy red lace panties and slid them down from under your comfy shirt you stole from Jake’s side of the closet after your shower. You heard your husband crow from the other side of the house as you show them to the camera. “Yeah baby! Take it all off.” You could practically hear his belt being undone and his shorts being shucked down his legs.

With an even wider grin, you tossed them onto the hood and windshield, completely blocking the camera’s view. “What the fuck! That’s not nice, baby!” was the exasperated response you got in return.

“You can keep them, Peter, if you can get it back to you,” you said, nonchalantly like you just told him you were out of laundry detergent, curling your legs under you, reaching for the book you set aside for his shenanigans.

Jake huffed as he backed the car up just a little, the side strap of your panties getting tangled in one of the rear wheels, making him pout so hard you heard it across the house. “Leia?” he asked sweetly through his frustration. '`Could you just read the note?” he reminded you.

With a small smile, you reached down and snagged the note from inside the car and unfolded it as you settled back on the couch. You couldn’t help but scoff at the scrawled message. God you loved your husband.

There once was a young man named Jake Who’s dick had quite an ache He asks for your attention And he’d like to mention It would be great if you would stop by for his (dick's) sake.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, JJ!” you mumbled to yourself, as you quietly stood from the sofa to find your husband.

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lol-jackles · 1 year

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The real dish BTS is he was clashing with Robert Singer and Jensen.

You explained that Carver got it back to the Sam-focused and brothers-focused formula. So does that mean that Jensen wasn't happy that Sam was back as the center of the show? And/or that Dean was back to being more tightly tied to Sam (as in he likes Dean being independent of Sam more than codependent on Sam)? Seems like Jensen tends to have problems with writers/producers/showrunners who want to keep Sam as the main protagonist. Feels more and more like he was always jealous he wasn't the lead.

Let's just say that nobody goes into acting to be the world’s greatest second banana.

That said, some actors do understand their character's place in the storytelling. Susan Sarandon is one of those actors. In Thelma and Louise, Susan knew Louise is the support protagonist to Geena's Thelma and she wanted the story to end with Louise pushing Thelma out of the car before it went over the cliff. Louise had completed her purpose in protecting and mentoring Thelma until she reached her Mid Point Reversal. Susan was good with Louise dying as long as Thelma lives so to honor Louise's purpose. Harrison Ford wanted Han Solo to die saving Luke Skywalker in Return of the Jedi because he understood the Star Wars story is about serving Luke's story. Neither actors got their way. So as you can see, it can go both ways.

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soul-controller · 1 year

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Patreon Update (February ‘23)

Hello there everyone, hope everyone is doing well! It’s been a bit dead over here on Tumblr (which I apologize for) but I’m planning on changing that starting next week with a new story. Without going into too much detail, I’ll just quickly explain that I’ve been dealing with a bout of depression (which was only amplified by getting food poisoning recently as well). Luckily, I feel like I’m in a better headspace and I’m finally recovering from the food poisoning!

Anyways, here’s a quick little summary of the stuff I’ve released over on my Patreon over the past month. If any of the following stories intrigue you, please feel free to click on the title so you can sign up for the appropriate tier to read it! I’d love to have you join my Patreon and my Discord community, where you can view exclusive photo captions.

The Scent of Studliness

After secretly witnessing his jock tormentor / secret crush Alex get turned into a pair of workout clothes by a bullied janitor, gym novice Martin investigates the new clothing and finds his inner kinks emerging as he realizes that they are soaked in the jock's intense sweat. Upon pressing his nose into the clothing and inhaling Alex's potent musk, Martin's body soon finds itself transforming to become the perfect replica of the jock.

Tags: Inanimate, Clothing-Based TF, Mental Change, Muscle Growth, Racial Change, Shapeshift

The Leading Man

Upon finding out that his friend and former Supernatural co-star Jensen Ackles would be attending the same brand new fan convention as him called Soul-Conventions, jealous actor Misha Collins decides to use one of the magical items included in his gift basket to finally get the chance to be the hunky leading man...

Tags: Body Swap, Actors, Revenge

Devolving The Scientist

After finally achieving success with their military-funded weapon that is meant to devolve opposing armies into an early stage of evolution, frail and nerdy Dexter is desperate to get the solo credit on the weapon while also getting the upper hand against his hunky co-worker Richard. Deciding to jump straight into human trials, the sly and jealous genius decides to get his revenge on the hunky Richard and send him down a few rings on the evolution timeline...

Tags: Animal, Mental Changes, Revenge

S-C Fitness: The Trial Run (Part One)

After returning from holiday break to find that his small hometown gym has been suddenly purchased and revamped to become a brand new S-C Fitness location, pudgy gym novice Tom gets an invitation from the new owner for a brand new program he's trying to implement. Upon finding out that not only will he receive a free gym membership for participating, but he'll also get the opportunity to do a workout with his gym crush Dylan, the man instantly agrees. Unfortunately for the duo though, they'll end up finishing their session in different bodies...

Tags: Shapeshift, S-C Fitness

The Body Shop

In hopes of alleviating some stress, Peter opts to take a walk through his college town. Near the end of his stroll, the man stumbles upon a new shop called The Body Shop. Upon entering, he's greeted to a vast array of artificial body parts that are able to be worn to create a bodysuit of a customer's dream body piece-by-piece. As soon as he meets the incredibly attractive owner of the shop, Peter finds his world turned upside down as he's able to be easily convinced to try out pieces that he never would have previously considered...

Author's Note: This series will become increasingly smutty with each chapter in the trilogy. It's not something I've dabbled much into, so I thought it was a worthy warning to preface this story. So if intense and explicit foreplay isn't your thing, this trilogy may not be for you!

Tags: The Body Shop, Slow Transformation, Gender Swap

#male transformation #shapeshift #body swap #human to animal #gender swap

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laf-outloud · 1 year

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A traveling nurse I know made fun of people who kept their jobs at the area hospital. She made a bundle at first, but now with the bosses wanting regular priced labor, she's at the back of the hiring line//I wouldn't have considered subbing, since my mh needs a familiar place in a crazy world. Actually FREES me to CHALLENGE myself//So: Re: Jensen and Jared: Being a "company man," having "steady employment," wanting some structure is not a bad choice. (insert winner tortoise and loser hare story)

It's not a bad choice at all, and Jared was lucky to even have a choice. The entertainment industry is rife with unemployment with actors going from job to job to job. I think Jensen got comfortable with the semi-permanence SPN provided and is now struggling to return to that life. He could very well be jealous that Jared got the "golden ticket" before SPN ended while he has to return to the days of networking, auditioning, working multiple different projects, etc.

#ask box #jensen critical #hollywood is hard #very few people get steady work

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hologramcowboy · 2 years

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https://people.com/parents/all-about-jensen-ackles-kids/?utm_campaign=peoplemagazine&utm_content=new&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_term=634091748e99c60001c3765c

Like every Ackles fluff piece, there’s nothing new to see here. All outdated information and old pictures taken off Instagram.

What’s interesting is that every single fluff piece (this one included) brings up the Austin lake house from their AD tour. The house they haven’t lived in since 2019, so almost three years ago. It’s obvious that Danneel sees all the people questioning their living situation, and is trying to squash the rumors by pretending that they never left that house, and more importantly never stopped living together.

This also goes to show you that all of her stannies who have been pretending that she’s never used her children for attention are wrong. Not only are there years worth of instagram content based solely on them, but now a whole fluff piece centered on them because she couldn’t get anymore picked up about her and Jensen. Disgusting. And they have the nerve to attack Gen anytime just so much as breathes.

I’m guessing she had this published for three reasons, other than to try and stop the separation rumors. The first being that she didn’t get the response from the TCA panel that she wanted. No cooing and excessive praise from her stans, little to no media attention. Looper (bottom of the bag, I know lol) tried to publish a piece about Jenneel’s banter, but even they couldn’t spin the Ackles’ misery into marriage goals. All but the most moronic of people can tell that something is wrong. The second reason being that she’s jealous that WIndy has been getting a ton of mainstream media attention, and her project isn’t. She’s failed at every other avenue of fame she’s tried to take, and now it looks like she’s going to fail at producing too. Of course, she’s not going to let the cast of the project get the attention, that’s not why she took the job. And the since most of the cast is unknown their names don’t really get clicks, she was able to do leverage the Ackles name for 5 seconds of attention. The only thing she knows how to do. The final reason being that Gen not returned to Walker for the season premiere, but a lot of people were actually excited to see her onscreen. That’s the attention that Danneel wants. And since Jensen won’t be sharing the screen (or a bedroom) with her anything soon, she has to resort to fluff pieces. She’s nothing without Jensen or his kids, and it’s sad that she knows that and apparently just doesn’t care. Or maybe she does and that’s why she’s looked so miserable the past couple of times she’s come out of hiding.

"leverage the Ackles name for 5 seconds of attention" is Danneel's career and life path lol Fully agree with you, Anon! Thank you for taking the time to write out this beautiful post. She lives to ride his coattails and it seems not even her children are excluded from that, she uses them shamelessly and this fluff piece is a confirmation of that. The fact that some people worship this woman makes my skin crawl.

#anti danneel #anti danneel ackles #anti elta #anti elta graul

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It didn’t have to do with the NSFW questions, I hope that is OK! Love language is the way a person likes to express and receive love from their partner. There are several of them like words of affirmation, physical tough, acts of service, etc… I was wondering which one Jared & Jensen use to express love, and how they like to receive it. Sorry for being confusing, hopefully that clears things up!

Ah, yes, okay. I’m aware of the love language concept, but I was so confused because I thought it would be tied to a question. But I don’t mind answering this! Sorry it took me so long, but I did not forget about this. This was a fun one, so thank you 💜

So, apparently the five kinds of love language are words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. (Though apparently there’s also a school with seven? We’re gonna go with five.) I think, generally, they use words of affirmation (though rarely the actual words “I love you”), acts of service, quality time, and physical touch appear frequently. Jared’s given Jensen some good gifts though, so…. hmm all of them lol. Let’s do this in an organized fashion.

1. Words of affirmation: Obviously, they have quite a specific language as they rarely say the actual words I love you, and if they do, it’s mostly in emotionally strained situations. And it has never been returned. Obviously both of them have said I love you multiple times, but the response was never I love you too. Usually saying I love you means more than just expressing love, which is why it’s never returned. Sometimes it means, I’m sorry and sometimes it means I forgive you, and sometimes it means I accept you despite the shitty/annoying thing you just did, etc. I don’t even think they said I love you in their wedding vows because that’s kind of a given and it’s about action, always. Eh, Jensen kinda did, but that really wasn’t the point of the vow. So it’s about promising faithfulness, being together forever and against all odds, being proud of each other, etc. So when they do use words to signal love, it’s mostly to express desire, sexual or otherwise. For Jensen it’s telling Jared snippets of his past. For Jared it’s often expressing emotion out of nowhere. For example when Jensen came back from vacationing with his parents, Jared had a whole spiel about how amazing Jensen’s sister will be if she’s just like her brother, that kind of thing. And of course, complimenting looks and I think dirty talk definitely falls into that category as well. Especially the whole power dynamic that they have going on, with Jared making Jensen fall apart and Jensen letting himself fall apart and submitting to Jared and his power. Proud Jensen begging for Jared, or powerful Jared wooing Jensen. So when they say I love you, it generally means something else and when they want to tell each other how much they love each other they use other words. Strange maybe, but it works for them.

2. Acts of Service: For Jared it’s protecting Jensen and taking care of him. Like making sure he has a great driver, paying for all his stuff, protecting him from Heyerdahl and the FBI, dropping everything to find him when he’s missing, etc. He also likes to spoil him by taking him to his favorite restaurants, getting him fancy coffee syrup and toppings, stuff like that. Just paying attention to what Jensen likes and enjoys and making sure he gets that. And obviously making sure he has as many orgasms as possible. Obviously.

For Jensen, it’s submission. It’s saying no and then still giving in. It’s telling secrets and letting Jared in. It’s being vulnerable. It’s also being protective to a certain degree. Best example for that is when Jared got shot and Jensen went on the murderous version of a bender lol. It’s even getting jealous once. And obviously, Jared didn’t like that he got caught, but he did kinda like seeing Jensen so possessive lol.

3. Receiving gifts: So they don’t do a lot of gifts, I think. Both of them can buy whatever they want. Jensen’s not big on gift giving for some reason (his honeymoon gift will be much appreciated though), and Jared isn’t either (he doesn’t consider buying Jensen clothes and stuff gifts, that’s just regular caretaking of his man), but occasionally Jared will put a lot of thought into a present, like the Van Gogh sketch or the soup can picture. And then they really hit.

4. Quality Time: I think this one mostly goes from Jared to Jensen. Jared’s the busy one with his jobs, both legal and illegal, and Jensen doesn’t really have anything to do, doesn’t have a schedule. So he’s just always available which means it’s important that Jared makes time for him. That being said, Jensen doesn’t demand it a lot, enjoys his own quality time, both because he likes to read and to retain his sanity. Also reading allows him to escape reality and he really does need that from time to time. For Jared, Jensen is really always available when he’s home and he can’t demand Jensen not leave for jobs, so yeah… quality time is not sooo important. Obviously, they do want to share time with just each other, but they have a pretty good balance there just by how their lives work out, so it just is what it is and that’s good.

5. Physical Touch: Yes, absolutely. They’re pretty touchy with each other. Jared does a lot of classic male, possessive things, like arms cross the backrest of the couch, hand on the small of Jensen’s back etc and Jensen allows it. Leans into it. And both of them enjoy cuddling on the couch and cuddling after sex. It took them a couple of months to get there, but now they do it all the time. Then there’s Jensn stretching up on his tiptoes to kiss Jared, go that extra few inches that Jared really enjoys. Jared acts pretty entitled to touching Jensen and he knows he can only do that because Jensen allows it, so this again ties back to Jared wanting to control and Jensen allowing it because he loves Jared so much.

#anon ask #underneath verse

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