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buckymorelikefuckme · 14 days

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a helping hand

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** friends to lovers, handjob, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do that), jake has a big dick, my lame attempts at humor. please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: SURPRISE!! this is honestly so silly. and filthy. i wrote it in a frenzy last night after the idea randomly came to me. keep in mind it's all based off the vague info i have about him. i probably took a lot of liberties. it wasn't planned for my first jakey fic to be this, but oh well lmao! any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated :) xo

With an exaggerated, put-upon sigh, you gesture vaguely at Jake to stand and say, “Alright, let me see it.”

“What?” Jake asks, brows furrowed so deeply you worry he’ll get a migraine.

“You’re being awfully dramatic about this, so I need to see what all the fuss is about,” you calmly explain, though still skeptical.

Jake had showed up at your apartment with a look of pure despair, ranting about how yet another hookup went south when they took their clothes off and his would-be partner saw his cock for the first time. Said they almost begged him to leave and take his monster with him.

Surely his dick can’t be that big, right?

Jake hesitates, watching you warily as he contemplates, but then he sighs heavily and he rises to his feet, grumbling as he unbuttons and lowers the zip on his jeans. His thumbs curl under the waistband of both the jeans and his underwear before he unceremoniously shoves them down to mid-thigh. And then there’s only silence that follows.

You blink. You stare. You blink again.

Jake shifts his weight on his feet, settling his hands on his hips awkwardly.

Finally, you find your voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you wheeze, your voice tight and airy as you struggle to remember how to inhale.

Jake groans, covering his face mournfully. “I told you!” he wails. “It’s too big! And I know, I know—boohoo woe is me I have a big dick—but listen, this is literally a big fucking problem. I’m going crazy here. It’s just not the same with only my hands!”

Probably because not even both of your hands can cover your gigantic fucking penis, you think to yourself, but thankfully, do not say aloud. And, alright, maybe you’re exaggerating just a little, but Jake is still easily the biggest you’ve ever seen. Like, leaps and bounds bigger. The length of it isn't overly scary or anything, it's just… thick, and veiny, has the slightest curve to it.

And the thing is, you really shouldn’t be so surprised. In general, Jake himself is… big. He’s tall, and broad, and his hands are works of fucking art with his long fingers and wide palms, and his thighs—Jesus, fuck, his thighs. They deserve sonnets alone, just for how sculpted and muscled they are. Even Jake’s pecs are big. And you’re normally not a tit person, but Jake’s? You’ve cupped and squeezed and fondled them probably too many times to be appropriate.

The point is, though, that Jake is fucking hot. You have always thought so, in an offhand kind of way, like, a passing observation. Jake is also sweet and attentive, always periodically checking in on each person in his friend group, always willing to offer advice or a listening ear. He’s incredibly smart while also endearingly dumb about so much. He never asks for help with anything because he doesn’t want to be a burden, no matter how many times he’s told he could never be. So you’re pretty sure that Jake has used up all of his courage and vulnerability by coming to you with his problem. And you are flummoxed as to why he chose you, but you will not let this opportunity pass you by.

“Jake,” you start after a slight pause, “I have lube, patience, and willpower.”

And Jake says, “Huh?”

Which is fair, to be honest.

“Can you, um, put your dick away so I can think properly?” you ask after delicately clearing your throat.

Jake flushes and hastily obeys before taking his spot on the couch again.

You shift to face him fully, taking in his pink cheeks and inability to meet your gaze, and you feel bad for being so blunt, for speaking before thinking.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “I just wasn't… You know.” You wave your hand around in a way that you hope says, I wasn't expecting you to have the most perfect cock I've ever seen, when your mind blanks on how to continue.

Then again, maybe it's a good thing you couldn't figure out a way to say that verbally.

You clear your throat again. “What I was trying to say is that, um, maybe I could help you?”

Jake tilts his head. “Help me?” he repeats.

“Yeah, you know, like,” you say, licking your lips, “I could lend a hand. So to speak.”

It only takes a split second for him to understand what you're saying. His eyes widen, round like saucers behind his glasses, ears now burning a bright red as he sputters.

“What? You're offering to—no, that's. No, you're not—this isn't what I—fuck, I think I’m gonna pass out,” he stammers breathlessly, and honestly, he is starting to look a bit lightheaded. He shakes himself, closing his eyes, then takes in a deep breath and releases it slowly.

You quietly wait for him to gather himself, almost wishing you hadn't said anything. Almost, but not really, not enough to try to take it back.

Finally, he blinks his eyes open and turns to you. “I didn't come here expecting you to–to help me with my… problem.”

“Jakey,” you say on an exhale, smiling. “I know that. I offered because I wanted to.”

“But why?” he questions, bewildered.

You purse your lips, glancing up at the ceiling as you think about your response carefully this time. “Because you're one of my best friends, and you're hurting, in a way. I know it's not like, the worst thing in the world to just get off with your own hands, but I feel like getting shot down at the last minute every time you go to have sex can't be good for you mentally, either.”

Jake shifts his gaze to his lap then, mouth twisting into something disappointed, and that just confirms what you've said. He's started taking this to heart, beating himself up over something entirely out of his control. Sure, you wanna get your hands, mouth, and everything else on his dick, but a guy like Jake deserves to be brought to orgasm by someone else.

“Think of it as a favor,” you try, quietly, nudging his arm.

Swallowing roughly, he meets your eyes, searching. “Are you sure?” he asks after a long pause.

You reach out and grab his hand, twining your fingers with his. “I’m sure.” When he still hesitates, you squeeze his hand lightly. “You can say no, Jake.”

“No.” You start to pull away, and then he shakes his head quickly, holding on to you tighter. “No, I mean—I don't want to say no. I'm just. I'm a little nervous.”

His confession breaks your heart a little more. On the surface, this problem isn't all that serious, but underneath it all, Jake is craving connection. You’ll make sure he leaves your apartment more than satisfied.

“If at any point, for any reason, you want to stop then we’ll stop,” you promise.

He finally smiles, small and lopsided, and nods in agreement. You stand up, tugging him to rise with you and struggling to lift all that muscle mass.

“Come on,” you instruct, “let's go to my bedroom. We’ll have more space there.”

Silently, he follows you to your room, palm clammy against yours. The sun is shining through your windows, beams landing directly on your bed like some kind of spotlight. You let go of Jake’s hand to quickly shove your comforter to the foot of your bed then climb onto it.

“C’mere,” you murmur when you see him hovering unsurely beside the bed, patting the space between your legs.

First, Jake makes quick work of the button and zip on his jeans, before knee-walking to where you indicated. You both settle on the mattress, your back to the headboard and Jake getting comfortable against your chest and into the cradle of your spread thighs. The position really highlights your size difference, almost comically, and you have to swallow down all the things you want to say or sounds that threaten to escape.

Jake already has his jeans back down around his knees and quickly wiggles his underwear down to get his dick out. He’s jittery, his movements stilted and awkward, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“Relax, Jakey,” you softly instruct, reaching up to squeeze at his shoulders comfortingly. “It’s just me. I’m here to help, okay?”

“Right,” Jake replies on an exhale, nodding, “okay. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Your lips quirk slightly. “Good. I’m gonna touch you now, alright?”

“Okay,” Jake murmurs.

You hear him swallow, see his fists clench and unclench where they’re resting beside his thighs. Tentatively, as if not to startle him, you move your hands to Jake’s hips, petting over the exposed skin there. You hear Jake’s breath hitch then, so you keep going. You trail your fingers down the tops of Jake’s thighs, into the crease where they meet his groin and back up, just a touch higher than before, and you repeat the motion a few times until you’ve worked the hem of Jake’s shirt up to give you better access to his torso.

Slowly, Jake sinks further and further into your embrace, getting heavier and heavier the more you touch him. You are quietly loving the weight of him, the way his head is starting to loll and his eyelids beginning to flutter. You watch Jake bite his lip when you finally tease closer to his hardening cock, running your fingernails lightly across the trimmed hair above it.

You raise one of your hands, palm up, with a soft, “Jake,” as instruction.

He blinks down at your hand for a second, dazed, and then he’s carefully holding your hand and bringing it up to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your palm. You feel your face grow hot as you hide your smile in Jake’s shoulder, though you’re positive he can feel it anyway.

“Jakey,” you say again, painfully endeared, “I meant for you to, you know, get my hand wet.”

“Oh.” He huffs a little at himself, but he doesn’t hesitate to bring your hand back up to his mouth and drag his tongue across your open palm.

Now it’s your turn for your breath to catch in your throat, locking every part of your body so you don't make any sudden movements or do something stupid. That gets more difficult to avoid when Jake, after thoroughly licking all over your hand, tops it all off by gathering the remaining saliva in his mouth, makes you cup your hand and then spits into it. For a split second, you think you’re about to come, which would be mortifying, so you’re glad when you’re able to reign in your hormones and offer a small thank you so you can get back to the task at hand. Literally.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you finally allow yourself to look over Jake’s shoulder, and honestly, you could weep at the sight before you. Jake’s cock is fully hard now, lying against his toned stomach, looking more intimidating than ever. Somehow his cock seems bigger, and thicker too. Your mouth waters, but you tell yourself to focus.

With your dry hand, you lift Jake’s cock, holding him at the base while you bring your other hand down to curl around the head. Jake gasps lightly, but otherwise stays still and quiet, at least until you begin stroking him. Slow and steady, you drag your hand down to the base of Jake’s cock, then add a little more pressure on the upstroke. Jake makes a punched out kind of sound, his knees jerking up slightly before settling back in place. A thrill rushes through you, powerful and giddy at the thought of Jake being at your mercy, of being the one to pull out even these tiny reactions. It makes you want to see just how loud you can make him. For now, though, you continue your steady pace, feeling more than hearing Jake’s sigh when you use your free hand to start touching him everywhere you can reach again.

What’s dangerous about this is that you could get used to it. You’re pretty sure you already are, and that could spell disaster for you, because you’re just supposed to be helping him out. This is only supposed to be offering Jake some relief after being unable to get off with a partner, to give him pleasure that isn’t by his own hands. You press your lips together and speed up your stroking, just a smidge, squeeze a bit more around the head and dig your thumb into Jake’s slit.

“Oh,” he utters, head falling back to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed tight and hips twitching up into your touch, chasing the feeling.

“Does it feel good, Jakey?” you boldly ask.

Jake nods and hums. “So good,” he affirms. He moves his hands to grip your knees as he adds, “Being so good to me, sweetheart.”

And, well. Fuck. You've been trying to pretend your pussy isn't wetter than it's been in a long while, but his words have you wishing you could close your thighs for some much needed friction. Subtly, you try to shift your hips and all it does is make you more frustrated. You let out a huff, breath fanning out against Jake’s neck. He shivers against you and you pause. Your lack of movement makes him whine, low and pleading, and it jolts you back into action.

Dragging your gaze down the line of his throat only makes you want to put your mouth on it, see if you can get him to shiver again. You peek at his face and see his eyes are still closed. Softly, so soft, you lean in and press a kiss to the side of his neck, and the way he responds is beautiful.

He whimpers, tilts his head back further to give you more room, his hips bucking up into your hold as you continue stroking him at a rhythmic pace. And you really can't say no to that kind of invitation. So, sufficiently sure that he doesn't mind it, you press even more kisses into his skin, trailing them up and down his neck and shoulder, as far as you can reach. The kisses turn wet, your tongue flicking out to taste him. Jake’s stomach muscles clench, and you quicken the pace of your hand up a bit, mouthing sloppily up his neck to his ear.

“Don't know how anyone could refuse you,” you mutter, your own breathing getting heavier to match his. “How can anyone look at your cock and not want to sit on it, Jakey? It doesn't make sense.”

He groans, planting his feet on the mattress so he has better leverage to thrust up into your fist, panting and letting out needy sounds.

“God, Jake,” you whine. You suck and bite a mark on his throat, pulling away once you're happy with it. “I bet you would feel perfect inside me,” you confess in a whisper.

“Stop,” he pants, and you let go of him in an instant, stomach dropping.

Before you can start to panic too much, Jake clumsily shifts around until he's on his haunches facing you, flushed all the way down his chest, eyes blazing behind his frames. You open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, but then he's gripping you under your knees and yanking. You fall flat on your back with a startled yelp and Jake is there to swallow the sound, kissing you like it's his lifeline. A moan rips its way out of your chest, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

He breaks the kiss, glasses askew, to ask, “Can I please fuck you?”

Any other time you'd snort at the politeness of such a vulgar question, but at the moment all you can do is nod, roughly tugging at his shirt until he gets the hint and removes it, almost knocking his glasses off entirely. It lands somewhere on the floor, along with his jeans and underwear a second later. You squirm once you see his body fully naked, core throbbing in need to have it against you, on top of you.

“You too,” he murmurs, reaching for your shorts.

You lift your hips to help him, biting your lip at the way he curses when he realizes you aren’t wearing panties. With a grin, you surprise him further by taking off your t-shirt and reveal you're also not wearing a bra.

“Would it totally ruin the moment if I say I’ve wanted this for way too long?” he wonders, eyes raking over your body, his hands joining soon after.

You smile softly and shake your head. “Not at all.” He returns your smile, but yours eases into something mischievous. “But what will ruin the moment is if you don't get your fingers in me to get me ready for your big cock.”

Jake’s smile drops. “Fuck,” he says with feeling.

To incentivize him, you spread your legs, hand tracing a path down to where you're dripping. He watches with blown pupils and a slack jaw. When you hum as your fingers lightly glide down your slit, he snaps into focus. He knocks your hand away to replace it with his own. You sigh at the touch of his calluses on your sensitive skin, tilting your hips up and moaning when he finally sinks one finger inside you.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to want to waste time, thrusting his finger steadily. You've never appreciated how long his fingers are more than you are at this very moment. He works you up to three of them much too fast for your liking, but you understand the urgency he’s feeling, and you can't really deny that you're feeling it too.

“That's good, Jake, c’mon, please get in me already,” you beg, shifting restlessly.

“Shit,” he breathes, “okay, yeah, let me just—”

He shuffles closer, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up and down your slit, the head catching on your opening, making you whine. He curses under his breath some more and starts pushing in. Your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out, brows furrowing deeply as he splits you open on his cock. When he bottoms out, you let out a sharp exhale that hitches in your chest, while Jake’s chest is heaving like he's run a marathon.

“So tight,” he mutters.

“So—” You hiccup through a desperate sob. “So big, oh my god, Jakey, baby, please move, I need you to move.”

His chin drops to his chest with a pained sounding groan, but he listens. He draws his hips back, cock dragging deliciously out of you, before he thrusts back in. You're not sure you've stopped making noise since he started pulling out, high and needy and hungry pleas for more, and he's barely even gotten started.

Every sensation feels dialed up to a million. You're not sure sex has ever been like this for you; like your skin is on fire, like you can feel your pulse throb through every limb, through every single finger and toe, but especially in your clit. Your nipples even feel more sensitive than usual as they brush against his chest. Your body is positively singing with pleasure.

And Jake… Oh, that sweet, precious man is in heaven. You know you're tight around him, warm and wet, the perfect place to fuck into, and now that he's finally getting what he's wanted he's not holding back. He's fucking you like he’s gonna be graded on it after. His hips slam into yours and he can't stop making noises of his own. Grunts, soft gasps, neverending praise over how you feel, how he's so happy this is happening, how he's never going to stop fucking you.

Your nails dig into the flesh on his back, dragging all the way down until you flatten your palms on his ass and squeeze. His thrusting falters for a second, but he finds his rhythm again quickly, dropping to his elbows so that he's even closer. He kisses along your collarbones, nipping at the base of your throat before sucking at the spot harshly. You moan brokenly and clutch at him tighter.

“Left my mark on you, too,” he declares, kissing the bruise he’s made, then kisses you properly, tongue sliding across yours and dipping into your mouth.

You're not sure how much longer you can hold back from touching your clit, your need ratcheting higher and higher, but you know Jake is right there with you. He's pounding into you roughly now, chasing his climax with determination. Reaching down, you swipe your fingers through your slick and use it to rub your clit, a whimper escaping you when you tighten around him from the added stimulation. Jake growls and speeds up some, hitching one of your legs up his side. It changes the angle just enough that he's hitting that spot inside you that has you crying out, a long warble of his name, fingers quickening their pace on your clit.

“Yeah, that's it,” he encourages. “Please, come for me. Come on, baby, let me see it, wanna watch you fall apart.”

All of your breath gets trapped in your lungs as warmth pools in your core and bursts outward, your pussy fluttering and clamping down on his cock. Your body shivers through your climax, thighs trembling unceasingly as Jake groans and fucks you harder, three, four more times before stilling. He comes with a loud moan, grinding inside you as he rides it out.

After a moment, he collapses on top of you. You grunt at his weight, but smile tiredly at your ceiling, combing your fingers through his hair. You feel him press a kiss on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

That makes you giggle, which in turn makes you clench and has Jake whining since he's still buried inside you. Gingerly, he pulls out, both of you hissing at the sensation. He runs a tender finger along the outside of your opening.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, concerned.

“No, baby,” you whisper.

He meets your gaze then, hopeful, still flushed with exertion and glasses slightly foggy. “Baby?”

You hum with a grin. “Yes. My big, beefy baby,” you tease. “I’m keeping you all to myself now.”

“You know, I think I just might be okay with that,” he replies, beaming in a way that puts the sunlight through your window to shame.

#jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen fic #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen smut #jake jensen fluff

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winchester-reload · 1 year

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I have a few thoughts about the Winchesters finale, and though I wasn’t gonna weigh in on this, it turns out I needed to write this down to get it out of my head, so here we go.

I understand that Misha was approached to be included on the show and that there was a “scheduling conflict” that included multiple conversations with Jensen. Here’s my interpretation of that:

I believe Cas was supposed to make a cameo in episode 13 to tee up the confession resolution—this was always the episode where they were going to crack open the “surprise twist” even before learning they would only get 13 episodes total. In the original scenario, episode 13 would have been the hellatus episode rather than a finale, leaving room for everything to come to a head with episode 22 instead. It’s then they would have given us the actual Dean and Cas reunion. This would have wrapped both stories nicely with each group going off into their own respective sunsets—their own happy endings, while still leaving all the room for the new crew to explore more seasons; all along, we see, The Winchesters was about Dean and Cas as much as it was about Mary and John.

When they didn’t get the back half of the season picked up, I assume they feared it would be more dangerous to show a Cas cameo without getting to address the confession, so Misha likely opted to be left out instead. With the only hint to Cas being Dean’s line that he was looking for his family when he found the Akrida, then directly drawing the parallel that Jack and Bobby were “family.” The core crew for Dean has always been Bobby, Sam, Jack, AND Cas. And he wasn’t looking for Sam because he was still on earth. So who’s left? You might be compelled to believe he was window shopping AU versions of his parents, but he confirms he ran into the Akrida in this world and then sought to interfere with the order by approaching John in an effort to prevent it from spreading to Sam's world. (Why Cas would be AU hopping, idk. The boy is really afraid of being shot down, I guess.)

It goes far to explain the vast narrative parallels we saw reflected in the Monster Club crew if it was intended as a setup for the confession payoff. It honestly doesn’t make a lot of sense otherwise. There’s no reason these people should be living Dean's experiences and regrets every episode unless the writers wanted the viewer to be thinking about the lessons and resolutions in how they relate to Dean too.

Additionally, as this has been a largely uncontested take, this is Jensen's well-funded fanfic come to life. Complete with the embracing of many of our favorite fanfic tropes and emphasized by Dean’s own words throughout the season. Because this is an obvious embrace of that “write your own story” fan side, I believe the reason Dean couldn’t even say Cas’ name in the episode is because they were going to change the spelling from “Cass” as it was in the show proper to the fan-adopted (and more accurate) spelling of “Cas,” which would have appeared in the subtitles and later the script pages. And even that little thing right there would have been a huge giveaway to the whole game. And a very dangerous thing to do if there wasn’t going to be enough time for follow-through.

But the truth is, this isn’t a game for many people, and the harm that can be caused by good intentions is just as real. It also begs the question: why should this be so difficult? The answer is it’s not. Edging forever isn’t fun. It’s torture. I understand there’s an art to storytelling, but your audience is weary, and trust has been violated too many times. Even still, the flip side of that coin is honest to god respect for DeanCas endgame means taking the story and the reveal seriously. It’s a tightrope walk. And one that Robbie somehow managed to keep balanced after the finale, without it falling either way. Also we also need to consider the possibility that Jensen did pitch a full-on destiel love story spin-off but got shot down, opting to couch it in a more CW-branded world instead. He’s mentioned over half a dozen pitches were rejected. It's up to you whether you want to give him the benefit of the doubt on that.

But, I’m gonna be honest here, I don’t know that we will ever get that resolution we crave. Even Robbie confirmed The Winchesters were always meant to “go it alone” after the first season. It’s hard to imagine Dean popping in there to fuck around again after that handoff. But the dude is clearly a very restless sea-faring*, swoopy-haired mofo right now, so I’ll leave that one up to the SPN multiverse and the new Mr. Superwholock’s magical universe-traveling impala. (This show used to be about what again? *looks at notes*.) And FWIW, if they do get green-lit for a whole second season or are allowed to move networks, I believe a good-faith effort will be made to tie the narrative parallels we saw in season one to some real Dean and Cas resolution. If there gets to be a world where John *might* not turn into an abusive dick, then this possibility has to be true too.

For the record, I enjoyed The Winchesters, all the new characters, and the doors the finale opened for the possibility of more. I would have been fine half-watching it with no promises, empty head no thoughts, but I got my clown** suit on again, and though I mostly kept quiet, unlike last time, I did regrettably manage to drag a few friends down with me yet again. Though the spec sessions were epic, and we did get some art out of it—it still rocks the boat when the base level expectations were only 1. Dean alive, and 2. seeing Cas again.

But for anyone, like me, upset by the (likely unintentional) Cas-baiting or anyone still reeling about why this stuff can hit so hard, here’s an interesting article about the way our brains respond to fictional characters. Tl;dr: There’s nothing wrong with you. This is science. And while you’re at it, take a look at this article about the very real power of disenfranchised grief over character loss.

Ramble on, fam. And take care of yourselves.

<3 Jackie

*Um hi he appears as a sailor? Literally, on a show with a story Dean is writing whose audience is looking for a resolution to a conversation between two people who’re famously the “most shipped” characters of all time? That’s not an accident. That’s intentional. And it’s another reason why there might be a bitter taste in your mouth. These nods came without resolution, so it still feels dirty, despite the brilliant Easter egg.

**I hesitate to say “clown” here because the lesson on episode 12 was that the clowns were the ones who chose a self-induced limbo rather than face some personal hard revelations. That sounds more like a certain closeted character than it does the people cheering him on, and that felt like an intentional nod too.

***obviously, this is my own rambling spec as I try to reorder my thoughts in the wake of the finale.

#the winchesters #destiel #spnwin #jackie's talking #meta #finale thoughts #my art

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mydemonsdrivealimo · 2 months

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i cannot express how much i missed seeing your bryce/jensen posts- so a question for the blorbos:

setting the scene for when these two are finally settled at their shared apt/house. pick any room- describe the vibes (furniture, decor, paint colors/wallpaper; is it messy/clean? how's the lighting? etc.)

ah ty!!! ive missed thinking and posting ab them lol

okay im gonna pick their living room bc im obsessed, specifically when they move to chicago together

so it's a very open layout between the living room, kitchen, and dining room. the living room (and the rest of the place) is dark hardwood floor, and they painted one of the walls like a rich dark blue. they have all dark blue curtains, a dark blue couch, and then they have this funky tete a tete in a cream color. their center/coffee table is also dark wood (vintage, as is the rest of it bc they are Not about a modern look) on top of a cream colored carpet (the not blue walls are also cream). also bryces 900000 plants

they have So many prints and art pieces. a lot of them were commissions, but they've thrifted quite a few. lighting is mostly natural bc they have big windows, but at night they have lots of lamps (the big light is Never on trust n believe), all warm-neutral light. they have plenty of side tables and shelves for the lamps, as well as a floor one

it's usually pretty clean. bryce is def messier than jensen so his shit tends to be everywhere (especially for a night out dear lord bryce has to try on 1000 outfits ans they end up Everywhere). jensen is jensen though so it's always dusted, sanitized, generally very clean, but also VERY cozy. like you don't walk into their house and feel like you can't touch anything, it's obviously lived in but not a huge mess

some pics for The Vibes ⬇️

#im obsessed w this question ty #bryce lahela × jensen valentine #jensen valentine #bryce lahela #asks answers

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itsstrange · 2 years

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The Song

Fandom: Supernatural, The Boys

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: So this idea came to me right when I heard the song, I’m not joking it just came to my mind and I immediately thought about turning this into a fic. I debated on who it should be based on but Ackles was the only one I actually imagined in this so… hope y’all like it!

Also I wanna apologize in advance if this feels like it’s all over the place, I’ve never done something like this so sorry if it’s up and down, but other than that hope y’all like it!

Summary: Forgetting someone is never easy, especially when you still love them. So what’s a better way than to write a song about it.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: (None) Heartbreak, Angst, Lots of It,

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Enjoy! 💔

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He had just finished filming and had just stepped into his trailer when he found out what the whole fuss was about it. The stares and side comments began around midnight, he didn’t think much about it, but as soon as the looks came his way his phone began buzzing in his pocket. After checking to see it wasn’t an important call he ignored the notifications like usual. If it wasn’t important than it can wait after work. However, once he got off from work he noticed the notifications upon notifications from Instagram, Twitter and variety of different people tagging him were displayed in front of his screen. Now normally, he’d just brush it off, thinking it was just fans tagging him to old pictures of him and the cast, fan art, or just edited videos fans have made of him, but what caught his attention was a tweet from Twitter.

Mentioned by @DeansPudding:

@(Y/U/N)‘s new song is definitely about @JensenAckles and everyone can fight me on this but y’all agree too!

Her name alone is what made him click on the notification without any hesitation, taking him directly to her tweet that she had shared a couple hours ago. Which only had a blue link on top with a ‘Out Now’ at the bottom of the link. Just as he was seconds away from clicking on the link, Jared sends him a message, only had a link as well before another message appears on top of his screen.

Jared:

Listen.

Is all the message said. And if he was being honest..he was starting to get nervous.

With new hesitation settling in his chest, his fingers hover over the link for a good minute or so. Inhaling deeply through his nose he taps on the link the same time he exhales out his mouth. His anxiety, nerves, settled in his chest as he waits for the YouTube app to open up, and his anxiety wasn’t getting any better the longer it took to start up.

Seriously, the internet had to crash now? Out of all days, it had to do it now?

As he was anxiously cursing at the internet he finally sees the screen turn into a black and white music video. His breath gets stuck in his throat when he sees her black figure on the screen, the camera slowly making its way to where she sat on a window seat with a guitar in her hands. Then before he knows it, a smooth, soft, RB&B guitar riff starts playing through his phone, invading his ear drums and feeling the way his chest tightens when he finally hears her beautiful voice singing the first verse of her song, immediately sending him back to two weeks ago as she shares her point of view.

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‘Met your new girl at Johnny’s party.

I had to smile and say, “What Up”

They both sat on the couch with other friends, drinks in each other’s hands as they listened to Rob share some of his drunk stories when they were in Rome, and just having a good time when Jensen suddenly averts his eyes towards the kitchen when he hears people greeting each other, but what made him do a double take was her smiling and hugging Genevieve. His eyes not once leaving her frame, which catches Megan’s attention and notices the way his eyes are on her.

Now they were both staring at her greeting everyone with a smile, a smile he absolutely fell for, a smile he didn’t know he would miss even after months of being apart, but the more he stared at her, admired her smile from a distance that sinking feeling settling in his chest. Then feeling it drop down to the pit of his stomach when she finally meets his gaze.

He watches the way she stops dead in her tracks when she meets his eyes, then notices how she switches her eyes next to him, and only feeling the entire room become tense.

But knowing her too well, she does what she always does, she walks into the room with her head held high up and plastered another smile as she greets everyone in the room. After saving them for last, she finally makes her way towards them, same smile still on her face, but he can see through it, it wasn’t sincere. She hadn’t even reached him yet when he got up from the couch, dropping Megan’s hand from his lap in the process.

“Hey Jensen,” She softly greets him with that same, sad, pained smile,

One he shares as well.

“H-Hey…(Y/n),” He slightly winches from the way his voice sounds forced, but it was understandable right? He wasn’t expecting her to attend the party, from what friends told him she was supposed to be out on tour, not here, standing in front of him with the most painful smile,

Seconds felt like minutes—hours, as they silently stared at each other. Tension and awkwardness surrounding them as they stood face to face since their breakup. If it wasn’t for the music playing throughout the house, everyone in the damn house would have felt it. Luckily, she was the first to break it by averting her (E/c) eyes behind his shoulder.

“Hi, you must be Megan,” She says as she extends a respected hand for her to shake,

Even if she felt as if her skin was burning as she shakes the others hand and feeling the way that old wound begins tearing apart once again. It took everything inside of her to not break in front of them, but with the little strength she still had she fought through it and did her best to keep the smile on her face. Especially when she lets go of her hand and watches the way Megan wraps her hand on the inner part of his elbow.

Thankfully, she sees a couple more familiar faces behind them and uses that as an excuse to save her from the moment.

“Gonna go say hi. It was nice meeting you,” She widens her smile as much as she can as she stares at her then slightly drops it when she averts her gaze towards his green ones, “It was nice seeing you again Jensen,”

He slowly nods his head with a small, sad smile, “Yeah.. yeah you too,”

Smiling at them both once more she excuses herself and makes her way towards Briana and Ruth, not once looking back when she can still feel his eyes on her.

‘Then I ran my ass to the bathroom.

So I could cry about old love.

She stood in front of the mirror, hands gripping onto the sink as the tears spilled down her cheeks, staining them with eyeliner. After she had greeted the small circle of familiar people, she had excused herself, however, the moment she turned around to head towards the bathroom the tears had already started sliding down her cheeks, making her drop her face down to the floor, doing her best to avoid any looks as she quickly makes her way towards the bathroom. Not realizing how his eyes were watching her the whole way.

The moment she shut the door behind her and locked it, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. The pain that she thought she had healed from had came crashing down on her ten times harder as it did the first time and feeling the way a hand settles on her chest where the pain was. Soft broken sobs escaped from her as she leaned against the door, her other free hand reaching up to cover her mouth to prevent any other loud noises from slipping, even if music played outside the door she doesn’t know who can be walking by and catch a glimpse of a wail coming from the other side of the door. So, she covers her mouth as sobs after sobs pour out of her.

The pain in her heart was becoming unbearable to the point where she felt herself wanting to slide down the door and onto the ground, but gathering some strength she manages to push herself towards the sink, where she grips onto it and lets the tears fall down. She stays there for another minute, just letting the tears slip, letting everything she’s been holding for the past couple months out now, she needed it, until she began gathering herself. Closing her eyes she tries taking in deep breaths, but the moment she did an image of them two together flashes behind her eyes causing more pain and tears, but even then she still tries to control herself.

Inhaling deeply through her nose with eyes still closed, she exhales with a shudder. She does it a couple more times until the tears stop coming down, once she slightly controls herself she looks at herself through the mirror, observing her bloodshot eyes for a couple seconds before wiping away any makeup from underneath her eyes as she walks towards the door.

‘I came back in with makeup smudged up,

You caught me wipe it quick low-key,

And then you got this weak ass smile up on your face,

As if to say you’re sorry it couldn’t be me

Jensen was playing with the label of his beer bottle, not listening to the conversation that was around them, he was too lost in thought. He honestly couldn’t stop thinking of her, and he shouldn’t be with Megan next to him but he just couldn’t help to wonder how she was doing, if she really did move on and if he read her smile completely wrong. Because honestly, he hadn’t moved on, and that alone was bringing guilt up his chest. He didn’t know it until he actually saw her once again face to face.

As he was peeling the sticker from his bottle he glances up when Jared starts talking and adding on to the conversation, and that was when his eyes land back on her frame coming out of the restroom. His heart dropping, shattering at her state, and then having a small sad smile on his face when he watches her wipe away the smeared makeup from her under her eye.

She hasn’t moved on.

Making him feel some sort of relief but also pain to know she’s still hurting, even after all these months being apart, she was still hurting, and he honestly wished it wasn’t her who was hurting as much.

‘Wish I could be your friend,

And not hurt as so bad,

Wish I could be your friend,

And not hurt so bad, yeah

I search the room looking for solace,

You know whiskey always helps me,

Then we lock eyes as I start pouring,

Obviously, I’m not doing well,

But we can’t talk ‘cause it ain’t appropriate,

And she knows exactly who I am,

His green eyes follows her frame as she makes her through people, head slightly looking down to avoid anyones eyes, but still waves with a short smile at people who greet her. He watches her glancing around the room for couple seconds before she finally makes her way towards the kitchen. Standing behind the counter he observes her scanning the bottles in front of her, before she finally reaches out for a red cup and the Daniels bottle. Unscrewing the cap she begins pouring its brown liquid into her cup, then without meaning to she looks up, immediately locking eyes with him and feeling her body freezing when she finds him already staring at her.

She hadn’t realize it, she was too busy doing her best in keeping her red puffy eyes away from any else’s, but she didn’t realize how he has been watching her since she’s arrived. She also didn’t realize how he had already figured her out, he knew she wasn’t well, but what she didn’t know was how much it killed him that he couldn’t get up from his spot to go and speak to her, just the same she couldn’t walk up to him, it was killing them both without the other knowing.

‘She pulls you close and tells you maybe y’all should go,

And then she smiles at me,

She smiles because she can,

From the moment she had walked into the party, Megan felt the way the air around them instantly changed, and it was honestly difficult to breathe, at least that’s how she felt. Especially when she saw the way Jensen, her boyfriend of two months, couldn’t seem to avert his eyes away from her, everywhere she was, his eyes would follow, and it honestly tore at her heart, even more now when she had came out from the restroom with smudged makeup, letting her know she still hadn’t moved on and with a knowing feeling, she knew Jensen felt the same way. She didn’t want to, she really didn’t, but the way his whole expression switched and the way he couldn’t avert his eyes just made the feeling stronger.

So with a jealousy, angry heart she pulls him close to her and whispers into his ear, “We should start heading out,”

That finally made him drop his eyes from her to stare at Megan. He stared into her dark blue eyes for a couple seconds, and noticing then whatever he had felt for her was not there anymore, but with a hesitation he nods his head at her. She doesn’t say anything else, just switches her gaze to her and smiles, a smile that wasn’t real nor sincere. Then she makes her way towards everyone to give her farewells, while Jensen stood from his position, but again kept his eyes on her. Who took a big gulp from her drink before pouring another and leaving the kitchen, disappearing from his sight.

Jensen’s eyes drop to the ground, feeling that same old pain in the center of his chest when the memory of her leaving his door replayed in his mind, he should have gone after her, stopped her and should have begged her to stay, but he didn’t. He stayed back, and now he doesn’t have the privilege to go after her.

He lost it all that night.

*******

‘Wish I could be your friend,

And not hurt so bad,

Wish I could be your friend,

And not hurt, hurt so bad.’

Once the bridge starts coming to an end, the music video slowly starts fading into a black screen, but her raw voice humming the melody was still heard, until eventually that fades away as well. The moment it does, Jensen let’s out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding throughout the whole song, but he did notice the way it came out in a shaky way and also noticing how his hand, the one that was holding his phone was also trembling.

He honestly wasn’t expecting that. He’s heard various songs from her, has loved nearly most of them, but this… this was different. He knew she was never one to release a personal song, especially when it was intimate things like family members, or in other words, relationships, and now that she did it made him feel.. different. He honestly didn’t know what he was feeling at the moment other than… guilt, or was it pain? Was he hurting? Hurting at the fact that he knows he still fucking loves her?

Fuck. Jensen closes his eyes that have become a bit glossy, and covers his face with his hands, feeling the way the tears slowly slide down his cheeks at the knowing feeling in his heart. He still fucking loves her.

He always has, not once did he stop loving her, but it was too painful to remember their old love, so Jensen began dating again to push it aside and move on. At first it wouldn’t work, but after a while he told himself to believe it, and believe it he did. Until now, he understood it was all a lie to keep him from feeling the pain of loving her, but now that he knows she still feels something for him and hasn’t been able to move on, it gave some sort of hope, relief, and he wanted nothing more than to prove to her he still loves her the same way, but he couldn’t. He was still with Megan, or at least he thinks so, they haven’t spoken to each other for three days after some fight.

But he knew Megan wasn’t the one he’d rather have a fight with over small or big things, and in that moment he knew it was her. It was always her and with a shaky exhale, Jensen gets up from his seat and heads out his trailer with one thing in his mind.

He was going after her.

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-Hope y’all enjoyed this one! I certainly enjoyed writing this one.

-Ngl I finished this in under 2 days, so that proves that I was in the zone for this one lol.

-Anyways make sure to Turn On Post Notifications!! 🔔 For more updates!!

And Uhhhh….. Part 2???

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#supernatural imagine #supernatural #jensen ackles x ofc #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles x you #the boys #the boys imagine #SoundCloud

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mjolnir-steve · 2 years

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I Looked at You Like the Stars That Shined

Jake Jensen x fem!reader

Word count: 1269

Summary: Jake is settling into his new apartment and needs some decoration on the walls. You find a photo album from when you first met.

Warnings: cavity-causing fluff

Author’s note: I haven’t written in a hot minute, but I was inspired to continue my little Jake series, so I rolled with it. This takes place in the days after I Want Your Midnights, but I do still think this can be read as a one-shot, as well. I’m trying to develop the series in my head some more. As always, thank you to my besties Iva (@beefybuckrrito) and Thevy (@the-sal-del-mar) for beta-reading and supporting me!!! The title comes from “Mary’s Song (Oh, My My My)” by Taylor Swift (lyrics | song), and it’s about the kind of lifelong love I wish I could have. 💙

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated, and I’d love to know what you wanna see from these two! I still need an AU title, so definitely lemme know if you have ideas! 🥰️

The cutest little divider is by @firefly-graphics!

It was a yucky Sunday afternoon in January, one of those days when you couldn’t quite tell if it was raining or snowing, and you were staying at Jake’s, helping him go through the boxes he’d yet to unpack in his new apartment. He was in his office setting up his work computer when you came across a box labeled PHOTO ALBUMS in his bold, all-caps handwriting.

“Jakeyyy, come take a breakyyy with meee!” you shouted playfully. You plopped yourself in the corner of the L-shaped couch, knowing Jake inevitably would rest his head on your lap and stretch his long legs out in the opposite direction. It didn’t take long before he did just that, throwing himself over the back of the couch and managing to gently land on top of you. He looked up at you and smiled.

“Are we taking a nap already, bubs?” he mumbled through a yawn. “One of those days, huh?”

“We can nap later, bubba. I found photo albums!” You handed one to him. “You should pick out some pictures to frame. The only thing you have on the wall is your pin-up Wanda poster from WandaVision.”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “It’s art, and she’s a beautiful lady, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and softly smacked his forehead. “I found an album from first grade, and then here’s your album with Polaroids from your missions with The Losers.” You held up the yellow photo album that Jake chose to match the yellow stretch Hummer they’d purchased.

“Let’s go through first grade. I wanna find some good ones of us.” He snuggled into you, relaxing into the warmth of your tummy and thighs, and you handed him the fabric-covered album. The very first photo was one of the exterior of his treehouse. “Remember when I fell from the top of the ladder and broke my arm in like sixth grade?” he snorted.

“Yeah, you were already too tall to keep going up there.” You smiled, absentmindedly running your hand through his un-gelled hair as he turned the page. The next photo was of Jake and his sister, Franny, on the first day of school. She was going into fourth grade when the two of you were going into first.

“Isn’t it crazy to think you took that photo with Fran and we met like 45 minutes later?”

“Yeah, you had no idea your life was going to change forever, did you?”

You hummed in amusement, tickling the shell of his ear with your fingertips. “I’d argue both of our lives changed.”

“Oh, of course. But I think I turned yours upside-down.”

“Literally. You taught me how to hang upside-down on the jungle gym during recess that day… while I was wearing a dress, no less.”

You both laughed so hard that it hurt to breathe. “I still remember that dress. That was my favorite.”

“That was the one with the teacups on it, right?” he wiped a joyful tear from his eye as he continued to settle down.

“Mhm, and you asked if I even drank tea, as if I were a poser. Quite the way for the new kid to introduce himself.”

“I needed to know what I was dealing with, sussing everyone out. I was always meant to be a spy of some kind, I think. Trust no bitch.” He pushed his glasses up his nose and flipped through a few more pages as you giggled, until he found a picture of your first grade class. “We were pretty cute, huh?”

“I was cute. You were a menace,” you accused him, pointing at Jake in the class photo, his little polo turned inside out, his front teeth missing, and his glasses crooked.

“Can’t argue with you there.” As he moved to turn the page, a folded photo fell from the pages of the album. Jake put the album down on his stomach and opened the photo up, revealing the two of you on your eighth birthday, a miniature Jake with frosting on his nose kissing your cheek as you smiled, your birthday cake in front of you. “Okay, you have to admit I was pretty adorable here.”

You felt like your heart was glowing as you looked at the photo. “We’ve always made a good pair, huh?” You leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Jake smoothed his thumb over the photo, his brow furrowed, when he suddenly jumped up. “Gimme a few minutes, okay?” He practically skipped to his office, and you heard the clacking of the mouse and keys as he set to work.

Ten minutes passed, then twenty, and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You settled in for a nap, sure that Jake would wake you when he needed you next.

Jake worked furiously at his computer. He scanned the damaged photo into several editing programs and didn’t stop what he was doing until he felt he’d fully restored it, making it look good as new. “Y/N, c’mere!” he called, bouncing like a puppy in his seat.

When you didn’t respond, Jake walked back into the living room where he saw (and heard) you softly snoring, clutching a throw pillow to your chest. He smiled and gingerly moved across the room, slipping on his Vans and jacket and grabbing his wallet as he quietly left the apartment.

You woke up about an hour later to the sound of the front door closing. Confused, you got up and walked toward the door where you found Jake soaked to the bone and clutching several shopping bags to his chest. “Did I wake you, bubba? I’m so sorry.” He toed off his shoes and hung his jacket on the hook inside the door. “Lemme get changed. I have something for you!”

Jake ran to his bedroom and changed his clothes, returning to the living room about ten minutes later. Although he was being super sweet today, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in his tight black tank top and gray sweatpants, his muscles and tattoos on display.

He produced an elaborately-wrapped gift from behind his back, complete with a bow and gift tag that read, To: My Bubba, From: Love: Your Bubba.

“Jake, what did you do?” You examined the small, rectangular present, wondering what it could be.

“Open it and find out, Y/N.” He grinned and clapped excitedly as you untied the ribbon and began to open up the paper, careful not to rip it.

Inside the wrapping was a picture frame with two photos side by side. On the left was a perfectly-restored version of the photo from your eighth birthday party. On the right was a copy of the Polaroid you took on New Year’s Eve, in which you kissed his cheek instead.

“I made one for myself, too. I’m gonna hang it above the TV so I can see it,” he whispered, blushing a pretty pink. “Do you like it? Is it too much?” He played with his fingers nervously,

“Bubs, this is perfect. How did you…” You looked at the restored photo in amazement. “Seriously, I love this so much. I love you!” You launched at him, pulling him into a tight hug. “This means so much to me. I can’t wait to hang it up.”

Jake watched you with heart-eyes that he simply didn’t know how to hide. Little did you know, his mom had inscribed on the back of the photo: Jake and future daughter-in-law? :) The year was smudged, but that didn’t matter. Jake intended to fulfill his mom’s prediction, and hopefully, this was step one.

#jake jensen #jake jensen fic #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x fem!reader #jake jensen fluff #maggie's writing

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brokenpiecesshine · 1 year

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Oli Sykes on Instagram, 04/05/2023.

LosT Very proud of this one. I feel like my vision for future emo & this next record has been realised. But it’s gonna get even more bonkers. Thank u for all the love. Thankyou to @zakkcervini for convincing us to go with our original instincts. @jordanfish86 for going insane on production as well as @traceybrakes & @lonelyspeck sharing their unique, magical sounds and ideas with us. On the video side, I’ve never been so impressed and inspired by a director as I was with @jensennoen I thought I was a perfectionist but geez the guy is tapped in. So much fun creating this video with him and I learnt so much. And such an incredible team, which I will credit underneath. PH2 is coming eeee 🧪👹🫀 Directors: @Jensennoen @olobersykes Producers: @phoenixvaughn + @rndevereaux + @ashhainzer Executive Producers: @frankborin + @ivannaborin Cinematographer: @justinjonesdp Production Company: @blesscode Video Commissioner: @kat_catt Production Designer: @three60s Co-Producer: @jessiexthexmess Production Coordinator: @flavor_flaim HMU Designer: @tarnovetska Casting Director: @nadiaaat & linaa_lovelyyy Dance Choreographer: @gabbyskalak Assistant to Producers: @chrislaplante_ 2nd AD: @elliotphonehome84 2nd 2nd AD: Sean Doyle Gaffer: @ocufilms Best Boy Electric: John Landry Electricians: @mylifeismundane, Sean James, Pauli Dandino Key Grip: @joseph_simpsun Best Boy Grip: Michael Kotaya Grips: @akorede.amole, Miguel Escalona, Kevin Amaya Dolly Grip: @lionlera 1st AC (A Cam): @thatguyaric 1st AC (B Cam): @kraig.bryant 2nd AC: Neil Hausey SFX Blood Technician: Cody Wilkins HMU designer: @tarnovetska On set makeup artists: @plazticpatrick @fainafx @alexromanmua @xknifeplay FX Technician: @codyjwilkins Makeup Props: @fxmuartist @bastaromina Costume Designers: @orchidsatellite & Elias Martinez Assistant Wardrobe: Sailor Gonzales Art Director: Zoe Hazlett Co-Art Director: Allison Jensen Set Dresser: Layla Kornota Art Assistant: Diane Lac Prop Master: @Sate_paige Key PA: @maximbalter Camera Van Driver: Yuri Fedorova PA Crafty: Danny Lopez Key PA Talent: Quinton Couch PA Production: Audrey Eck PA Runner: Ryan Colegrave Site Rep: Trevor Larson FSA Officer: James (Jim) Paul

#2023 #Tw #Blood #Bring me the horizon #Bmth #Oli Sykes #Jensen noen

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sliptohk · 5 months

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Art by: https://twitter.com/3GoblinsInACoat

#katja art #Katja Revel

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zmediaoutlet · 1 year

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i need to know what jp's handcrafted wood is, please and thank you 🙏🤲

hallo ava, this fic might be up your alley if I could actually write it and it wasn't the partial cause of my current crisis of confidence, lol. This is an j2 au fic where Jensen's a famous actor -- as in, got cast as Captain America famous, given that that was a rumor for a while and I thought it'd be fun to see how that could happen & what it'd do. (Note: still definitely *au*, bc of my squicks.) He's not exactly thrilled about life, though, and most of what he actually has fun with is watching his favorite youtuber, JP's Handcrafted Wood, who owns a woodshop and does tutorial vids and also those hangout vids where he's building a table for two hours and just livestreaming, you know? The fic's actually intended to be about the nature of fame, and art vs commerce, and parasocial relationships (I think it's very very funny that Actual Captain America is lurking in Jared's tiny comment section on youtube), and it's sort of a meet cute but also not so cute, you know? Running on the model of the standard 30k big bang j2 romance but because I'm me, it's grimmer than that, lol.

The trouble I'm having, as I said to some buds the other day, is that it would be way more effective as a movie than as written. At least how I'm thinking about it right now. Eve suggested switching up the structure and maybe that'd work. I don't know. It may just be daydreaming about Jared building a chair. But a snip, since there was some writing done --

He doesn't remember how he clicked on the first one. Some recommendation, the algorithm trying to get him to watch something that wasn't a cooking video for once. The video was about hasps. Jensen didn't even know that was a word, much less what one was. Mostly the video was a pair of huge tanned hands, bandaids around two of the fingers, showing off different mechanisms and talking about the advantages and use cases of each one, and then finishing with a fitting onto a little wooden chest that he'd apparently made in the previous video. Throughout was the narration, an easy endless rambling soliloquy with a faint Texas accent that made Jensen abruptly homesick, marooned as he was in Georgia on a shoot for a movie he didn't really care about but was making him a whole hell of a lot of money, and he lay back on the couch in his trailer and clicked on the next recommended video—this one actually making the wooden chest—and then the next one—dovetail joints—and then he went back to the very first video, and he watched all the way through, from the beginning, for every y'all and every bad pun and the random personal details JP will let slip, just because he, apparently, never stops talking.

#writing meme #answers #jared's big hands would sell a whole youtube channel #i'm sure of it #last updated december 4 2022 #we'll see

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jensencart · 18 days

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Playing catch up with posting old patreon sketches, it's been one hell of a year guys. These are from last february x_x

#patreon rewards #ttrpg art #jensen couch art #monster month

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jenni3penny · 2 years

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Lyrengorn-born Elven twins, Dakaré (left) and Nehmes (right) Faine.

One a Bloodhunter, the other a Bladesinger.

One a cleric of the Raven Queen, the other a temple guard of the Moonweaver.

(Fantastic art by Jensen Couch, @/threegoblinsinacoat on Twitter.)

#dnd oc #original characters #half the party #Nehmes Faine #Dakaré Faine #bloodhunter #cleric #Bladesinger #wizard #lyrengorn #elves #jensen couch #sketch style #character commissions #dnd commission #raven queen #sehanine #the moonweaver

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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4,5,6,23,25 from OTP asks

Hey Tash! Thanks so much for asking! (I'll answer for E/K and T/C since it doesn't say 😊)

4. What’s a Night Out for them?

Ethan & Kaycee: They have two speeds. One is all out, over the top, high-end. A night at the opera or theater, a five-star restaurant, fancy-ass dress, and tux, maybe even a limo to chauffer them around. The other night out? A stroll on the waterfront, holding hands and kissing. Stopping at a food truck and eating burritos on a bench in the park. (Which do they like better? They love both, but the latter is their favorite.)

Tobias & Casey: Dinner at a trendy restaurant, clubbing until the wee hours, where the two of them burn up the dancefloor, making out in the car on the way home. Sometimes, it's a Red Sox game at Fenway with burgers and drinks at a dive bar later. They're also fond of art, and their neighborhood of South End has tons of galleries, so walking around and just enjoying all their little area has to offer.

5. What’s an evening in for them?

Ethan & Kaycee: Ethan makes a delicious meal. There is wine, and there is Scotch. Sometimes there is a movie - and they switch off on what they're going to watch - then there is 😏. Sometimes it's just the two of them on the couch reading, discussing what they read, and cuddling. Sometimes it's a long, relaxing bath together - then 😏.

Tobias & Casey: Tobias also cooks, lol. He usually makes Mexican or they grill in his yard. Sometimes they watch a game on TV, and sometimes they watch their favorite TV shows. Sometimes they just listen to music and have long conversations into the night. They dance in the living room or kitchen and then. 😏 It's Tobias and Casey, so there is always a lot of 😏😏😏. lol

6. Double Date? Thoughts? Who?

Do you have any idea how much I wish E/K and T/C could double-date? lol But they can't. Now I have this awesome little AU that @mydemonsdrivealimo and I chat about where Tobias & Casey and Jensen & Bryce have had the most awesome double dates!

In my T/C HC, I don't see many double dates, but I think they'd double date with anyone at the same time. Once Ethan is paired up, they absolutely double-date him and his love.

I don't think E/K double date a whole lot, but they will do it, usually because Kaycee wants to. I can see them going on a bunch of dates with a bunch of Tobias's flavors of the month. lol Ethan has a rule "I'm not memorizing her name until I've met her three times. If you break up and you go out with someone else in between, and you bring them back, the clock resets." 😂😂😂

23. How well do they know each other’s favorite foods?

They all know each other's favorites very, very well. Especially the guys, as they're doing the cooking! lol

25. Parenting style?

I answered that one here.

Thanks for asking, Tash!

#ethan x kaycee #tobias x casey #asks answered #otp asks

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theloniousbach · 2 years

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ON THE ALL-STAR JAZZ BAND

COUCH TOUR: THE HEAVY HITTERS (Mike LeDonne, Eric Alexander, Jeremy Pelt, Jim Snidero, Alexander Claffy, and Kenny Washington!), SMOKE JAZZ CLUB, 19 AUGUST 2022, 2nd Set

BLACK ART JAZZ COLLECTIVE (Wayne Escoffery, Jeremy Pelt, James Burton III, Xavier Davis, Vincente Archer, and Darrell Green), DIZZY’S AT LINCOLN CENTER, 2017 via YouTube

Let’s start with The Greatest Jazz Concert Ever by THE Quintet (Charlie Parker, his worthy constituent Dizzy Gillespie, Bud Powell, Charles Mingus, and Max Roach) at Toronto’s Massey Hall in 1953. Quite a band with plenty of overlaps in NYC clubs and recordings, but pulled together for the occasion with a quintessential bebop set that makes a good stab at living up to its name.

But jazz, with its standard book and sessions, seems so well suited to the format that you could say that the Verve, Prestige, and especially Blue Note albums of the 1950s and 1960s were all-star bands—Dexter Gordon and Freddie Hubbard with Butch Warren and Billy Higgins on Takin’ Off where, arguably the leader, Herbie Hancock, was the only non-all star even if he brought in tunes like Watermelon Man and Alone and I. But those albums had leaders who brought in the tunes even if Rudy Van Gelder, Alfred Lion, and Norman Granz helped figure out who was on the session.

No, I think what I’m discussion here is the deliberately formed band, that whatever leadership structure, is designed to put and, as importantly, keep a core of players working together.

In the 1980s, a more avant-garde group of players including Chico Freeman, Don Cherry then Lester Bowie, Arthur Blythe, Don Pullen to Hector Ruiz to Kirk Lightsey, Cecil McBee, and Don Moye then Billy Hart were The Leaders. They were during my hiatus so I don’t know their albums. Then McBee and Hart are in the occasionally still active The Cookers with Eddie Henderson, Billy Harper, George Cables and the organizer David Weiss. I’ve like their recordings but I can’t say they are more than the sum of their parts.

Let’s see if Artemis can bounce back after lockdown, but their parts—Renee Rosnes, Allison Miller, Anat Cohen, Ingrid Jensen, Nicole Glover replacing Melissa Aldana, and Noriko Ueda—are formidable. Their album and Jazz St Louis show were appealing, but I’m happy to see Anat Cohen and Allison Miller’s Boom Tic Boom this coming season. I don’t miss Aldana or Glover when they show up on the streams. But are they or any of these ensembles a team or just all-stars?

I’d spent the week listening to lots of Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers, so sextets and retrospective all-stars. But those were his bands with 35 years of consistent vision even as the music directors shifted from Benny Golson to Wayne Shorter to Wynton Marsalis and beyond.

Comes now The Heavy Hitters, with Mike LeDonne and Eric Alexander as leaders, as a recent addition to the format. These musicians are solid regulars I know from Small’s Live. Kenny Washington is the out and out all-star among them, but seeing him with horns is a treat. Indeed, such ensembles, often sextets, are an identifying feature of the format as clubs, on a night to night basis are trios or one horn and rhythm section with the occasional quintet. Jeremy Pelt is probably next in this pantheon for some very tasty trumpet work, but I also tend to underrate and undervalue the bench of trumpet players. I’ve liked Alexander of late for a nice middle tone and linear solos and Alexander Claffy is a welcome name on any gig for his reliability. It is LeDonne who is sometimes heavy handed, but not here. Indeed he steps out here with the bulk of the tunes and some solid not overly fussy soloing. Pelt was his reliable self with fine tone and thoughtful solo work. The most appealing horn was Jim Snidero’s alto and he’s the one who isn’t quite the streaming regular. But again the treat was to hear Kenny Washington have a horn section to whip into shape with his taste, elegance, and velvet glove power.

I thought I would get a Small’s Archive show from 2018 from the Black Art Jazz Collective but instead I found a 2017 gig on YouTube from Dizzy’s in Lincoln Center. The Small’s gig rhythm section was Victor Gould whom I’d heard in a recent trio gig, Rashaan Carter, and Johnathan Blake who would have been fun to hear with horns after lots of trio work. Instead, the Wayne Escoffery, Jeremy Pelt, and James Burton III frontline had Xavier Davis, Vincente Archer, and Darrell Green backing them up. Everybody got some space, but yes with six pieces the rhythm section made their marks with strong accompaniment. And they did. Archer is surprisingly forceful behind his thick spectacles and Darrell Green is solid. I did not know Xavier Davis but he shone in his couple of solos but even more in some very sympathetic fills and comping. I catch Escoffery often and he is, as he was here, solid and rich, but as the tenor player he wailed a bit. It was Pelt who was consistently tasteful, though he could growl. Burton was rich and patient in his soloing. The tunes were originals but thematically about the Black experience and so evoked WEB DuBois and Sojourner Truth as well as the plaint When Will We Learn.

BAJC, like Artemis and all of these ensembles, may be an occasional ensemble. I won’t wait for either of them or the Cookers or the Heavy Hitters to hear their members when they go out on their own gigs. But the all-star band has the advantage of, well, having all-stars.

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