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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I Believe You, But Tell Me Again

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Summary: Y/N is wondering if Jensen still sees her as he used to.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Lots of fluffy smut. Sexy af Jensen. Rockstar!Jensen. Definitely a warning. Unprotected PinV sex. Oral (f receiving), Brief fingering, some slightly insecure thoughts, established relationship. Fluff.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,314

A/N: This fic is a request by @lacilou .

I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but I can't get this out of my head. Jensen, in the photo you're using for Off and On Again. Where he's super hot, and he knows it. Kinda cocky but totally in love with the reader (established relationship - married, long-time girlfriend??) And reader doesn't understand why he's so into her, but she KNOWS it even though Jensen has to remind her with "Feel this? It's all for you, "while he's holding the reader's hand over his bulge. If you could throw in "this what you want?" while he's slowly stroking himself as he walks towards the reader, lust in his eyes.

I hope you enjoy it sweetie, and everyone else too.

The dividers below were created by @talesmaniac89

The lights were bright, slightly blinding, as Y/N sat in front of the two cameras aimed at her. There were two cameras so they could decide later on which side was her better side. Or possibly her worse side, depending on the tone of the interview. 

Y/N squinted at the primped and stylish woman sitting across from her getting her makeup touched up. She wondered, would this interview be a friendly one? An interview to say, “Look everyone! Aren’t the Ackles great?” Or would it be one of those interviews that had an edge of nasty hovering just beneath the smile of the interviewer. 

She watched this interviewer, Shauna, pull away from her makeup artist, scowling. “It’s fine, Lisa. Just leave it alone.” 

Uh oh.

The interview started off friendly enough, touching on the things most journalists talked to her about - Jensen’s incredible skyrocketing success, his status as a rockstar icon, what a talent he was. As Jensen’s biggest fan, Y/N always enjoyed those kinds of questions. She couldn’t get enough of bragging about her ridiculously talented husband. 

But then the mood of the interview shifted and Shauna started asking much more pointed questions. 

“Now, Y/N, you and Jensen have been married over a decade now, right?” Y/N nodded. “Is there a secret to your success?” Shauna was smiling, but Y/N could see that her gray eyes were calculating.

It was a question she’d been asked a lot in the last couple of years as their ten year anniversary came and went. People seemed very interested in the fact that their marriage had lasted so much longer than had been anticipated. When Jensen had started dating her, just a nobody from nowhere, everyone had predicted it wouldn’t last. 

People on social media and angry people with podcasts all had an opinion on their relationship.

-- She’s not cut out for the limelight.

-- It’s way too hard for someone like her.

-- She’s not used to the media. She’s gonna break under the pressure.

-- He’s a rockstar who could literally get any girl he wanted. So, what’s up with him picking her?

-- It won’t last. These showbiz marriages never do.

But ten years on, now people were wondering how they actually made it to a decade. “What’s the secret?” They all wanted to know.

“There’s really no secret, Shauna.” Y/N said with a smile. “When two people are madly in love with each other, when they respect each other and work together as partners, staying together becomes much easier.” 

It was a variation on the same answer she’d given dozens of times. It happened to be true, but Y/N was still tired of trying to find new ways to explain to people that they got married because they loved each other, and they stayed married because the alternative was unthinkable for either of them.

Shauna smiled a sharp smile. “And in all those years, you’ve never been worried about the rock and roll lifestyle…leading Jensen astray?”

Y/N kept smiling because she couldn’t falter and let the reporter know she’d scored a hit. They weren’t usually that pointed with the infidelity question. Usually they skirted around it, saying things like, “Does it ever get hard when he’s on the road?” or “You must miss him when he’s touring. How do you keep tabs on him?” 

Y/N’s personal favorite version of this question came from a middle-aged woman reporter with lipstick on her teeth. “Have you ever just shown up to surprise him, or tried to catch him being naughty?” It was said with a cheeky grin as though they were just besties chatting, but Y/N had wanted to snatch the woman bald.

Shauna’s version of the question was the closest anyone had ever come to asking her outright, “Do you worry about your husband cheating on you?”

Y/N kept smiling and shook her head. “No, never. If you knew Jensen, you wouldn’t wonder about it either. He’s the most loyal man I’ve ever known, and the most honorable. I know beyond a doubt that he doesn’t take our vows lightly, and that he would never, ever hurt me like that.”

Shauna seemed slightly taken aback by Y/N’s adamant, genuine answer, clearly expecting some anger or some kind of dramatic reaction from her. When she didn't get it, the reporter just smiled again.

“So sweet.” Was her response, acid dripping from her words.

***

The day of interviews had taken quite a bit out of Y/N, especially the last one, and she was tired as she wandered out to the limousine that was waiting to take her and Jensen back to their hotel, whenever he was done with his part of the press junket.

The limo driver opened the door for her and smiled. “Fatima says Mr. Ackles is almost finished and will be out in about ten minutes. Do you want to wait for him? Or should I take you and send another car for him?”

Y/N smiled back and shook her head. “No, let’s wait for him.”

“Okay, great.” The driver said as he closed the door behind her. 

In less than ten minutes, she saw Jensen push out of the double doors, and amble towards the car. He wore black jeans that clung to his thick thighs, and a gray t-shirt covered by a black, long-sleeved denim shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the veins and corded muscles in his forearms - muscles he’d gained by long hours spent playing the guitar.

As he got closer to the car, she watched him push a hand through his long hair, sweeping it off his forehead, and she sighed deeply. Good God, he was so stunningly sexy. 

Even when he was just walking, he moved with the same seductive grace he used like a siren song onstage. No matter how many times Y/N watched him in concert, she never got used to that kind of magnetic, cocky seductiveness that poured out of him when he was singing. He knew he drove people crazy. He knew it, and it just made him smile.

He was smiling now as he climbed into the car. “Hey beautiful.”

Y/N smiled tiredly at him, feeling her heart warm at his usual greeting. When he settled into the seat, he reached over and pulled her into his lap.

She squealed lightly as he lifted her, and then chuckled. “You know there are seatbelts we’re supposed to be wearing.”

Jensen shrugged and squeezed her tighter against him. “Nah! I gotcha.” 

Y/N laughed again. “Oh, okay then.” She said, snuggling closer to him. The interview had knocked her off kilter a bit, and it felt especially good to have Jensen’s arms wrapped around her. 

She tucked her head under his chin, and he ran his big hand up and down her arm. “Hey,” he said with concern lacing his voice, “everything okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, just a long day sitting in the same room, being asked basically the same questions.” She shrugged. “I just wanna get home. Or, well, hotel.”

Jensen accepted her answer, kissing her forehead and then her lips. “Me too.” 

They ordered in their dinner, neither of them keen to face more crowds and questions, and spent the evening watching some trashy reality TV before calling it a night a bit earlier than usual.

Y/N went into the bathroom to get ready. She brushed her teeth and took off her makeup, and as she stood in front of the mirror she looked at her face closely. 

There were some lines there that hadn’t been there when she first met Jensen. She knew there was a gray hair or two hiding amongst the rest that also hadn't existed back then. 

She pulled her silk nightgown tight against her body and could see where she was rounder than she had been when she was younger. Her muscle tone wasn’t as good. 

I should hit the gym more, she thought.

She pinched one of her love handles and pulled at her skin, wondering what Jensen really thought about all these changes. She knew he loved her, knew that he’d always found her attractive. But how was that holding up these days? Did he still feel the same kind of heat for her? Did he still want her as desperately as she still wanted him?

She jumped slightly as Jensen popped up in the mirror behind her to wrap his arms around her waist, and nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck. He wore his pajama bottoms and nothing more. She looked at his biceps flexing around her as he squeezed her back against him, and his round, muscled shoulders, broad and strong, and she sighed. He was still so unbelievably perfect.

She lightly tapped his forearm where it rested just below her breasts. “You scared me.” She said, her voice accusatory.

He chuckled. “Sorry, I thought you heard me.” He caught her eye in the mirror. “But you seemed to be lost in thought.”

He moved his lips to her temple. “What thoughts are swirling around in that beautiful mind of yours? Hmm?” He murmured. 

She shrugged a shoulder. “Nothing.” 

Jensen’s face in the mirror wore a disbelieving look. “Don’t believe that for a second.” He pulled back slightly, and turned her in his arms so she was facing him. A small line of worry was creased between his brows.

“You’ve been quiet all evening; something is obviously on your mind.”

Y/N shrugged again and looked down at their bare feet. “Just tired.”

Jensen put his knuckle under her chin and made her look at him. “Y/N. Tell me.”

Y/N was caught completely by surprise as her eyes welled up with tears. She didn’t know where these doubts were coming from or why she was feeling this way. Maybe it was just one too many snide questions.

Jensen’s face crumpled as he saw her tears. He cupped her cheeks and brushed them away as they spilled over her lashes. “Baby.” His voice was worried and confused. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong? What happened?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, nothing happened. Really. It was just this reporter.” 

Jensen waited for her to continue, but his worried expression darkened slightly in anger.

Y/N bit her lip and debated what to tell him, how to explain the feelings she barely understood herself. Finally she just went for the honesty they’d always had with each other; they’d never been afraid to ask for what they needed from one another, and what she needed was reassurance.

“Do you still want me? I mean, the same as you used to.”

Jensen seemed completely taken aback by the question. Clearly that hadn’t been where he expected this conversation to go. He shook his head.

“Why would you even ask that? Of course I do.”

Y/N frowned. “Don’t just tell me what I want to hear. Please, tell me the truth. Are there things about me you’d change if you could?”

Jensen’s expression turned thunderous and he dropped his hands from her cheeks to grip her upper arms. “Y/N.” He said firmly. “What the hell are you talking about? Where is this coming from? Of course I don’t want you to change.”

“I don’t mean my personality, or whatever.” Y/N explained wiping her tears away with both hands. “But my face or my body, the way I look. I know it isn’t the same as when we first met.”

Jensen shook his head, his voice incredulous. “Well no, you don’t look exactly the same as the day I met you over a decade ago.” He blew out an exasperated breath. “But you know, I’m pretty sure I don’t either.”

Y/N felt her skin flush. “But you’ve just gotten hotter.” She frowned. “Guys do that.” 

She opened her mouth to say something more, but Jensen slammed his mouth down on hers, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and invading her completely. She let out a little whimper as his hands let go of her arms to grab her ass and press her hard against him. He kissed her long, deep, swallowing every soft moan.

When he pulled back his voice was husky with want. “Baby, I don’t know where these questions are coming from, but I know the answers.” 

He grabbed Y/N’s hand and placed it on his hard cock where it tented his pajama bottoms, obviously not restrained by underwear. She bit her lip as he closed his eyes and groaned when she wrapped her fingers around him. 

“Feel this? It’s all for you, all because of you. Fuck, Y/N do you see what you do to me? Still? Always?” He pushed aside some of the bottles and jars that littered the countertop and lifted her onto it easily. His hand slipped between her legs and he groaned at her bare, wet pussy. “Believe me when I tell you that I want you. Every day. All the time. Years don’t change that.”

He shook his head. “In fact they just make things better cause now I know what happens if I do this.” 

He dipped his head, sucking her satin clad nipple into his mouth, while his thick middle finger slid inside her body at the same time. A strangled cry left her lips and she thumped her head back against the mirror.

She felt him smile against her. “Exactly.”

He took his hand out of her to tug on her nightgown. She shifted slightly so he could pull the silky material over her head as he continued.  “And yet, your body’s always a revelation to me. It never stops fascinating me.” His eyes followed the path of his fingers as he trailed them down her arms and then over the soft swell of her breasts. Gooseflesh erupted on her skin and her nipples puckered.

He circled his forefinger around the tight little bud, before dipping his head once again to flick the tip of his tongue against it. 

Y/N moaned deeply and wrapped her fingers up in his honey brown locks. “Jensen.” She gasped as he sucked her breast into his mouth and drew on it deeply, causing her cunt to clench and quiver.

He pulled her forward, to the edge of the counter, and then dropped to his knees. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her wide open so he could reach his tongue up to tease her hole. Y/N plunged her hand back into his hair and tugged on it before pushing his head harder against her dripping pussy. 

“God, fuck Jensen, yes.” She rambled.

He hummed against her folds before nibbling at her clit, making her knees try to lock around his ears. But his superior strength kept her legs spread wide so he could feast. He breathed hot against her, alternating between flicking his tongue against her clit and sucking it between his plump, luscious lips.

It wasn’t long before Y/N was bucking against his mouth as she rode out her climax while he lapped up her juices. She panted desperately and tugged on his hair again, begging him. “Please Jensen, fuck me. I need to feel you, need you inside me so badly.”

Jensen stood and scooped her off the counter, walking back into their bedroom. He laid her out on the bed, making sure her head was propped up on the pillows, before stepping away from her. He moved far enough back so that she had an unencumbered view as he slowly lowered his pajama bottoms. 

His cock sprang free to lean, hard and dripping, against his stomach. Y/N felt her mouth go dry and a keening moan erupted from her throat as he gripped himself in his fist, pumping slowly.

He walked towards her one slow step at a time. His voice was a growl. “Is this what you want?” She nodded, biting her lips and trying desperately not to come again, just from watching him.

“Tell me you want it.” Jensen ordered.

Y/N nodded again, almost frantically. “Yes, fuck. I want it. I want your cock.” She reached for him as he stood barely a foot from the side of the bed. “I need it. I need you.”

Jensen climbed onto the bed on his knees, grabbing up her wrists with both hands and pressing them into the pillows on either side of her head. He stared into her eyes as he spoke. 

“And I need you too, Y/N. I need you desperately, obsessively. I need you every waking minute. I need your love and your kindness. I need your good soul and beautiful heart.” He entered her in one hard thrust and she cried out. “But I also need your soft body. I need to sink into you. I need to feel you move against me. I need to hear you say my name like a moan. I need to feel you clench tight around me.”

He began moving slowly, sliding in and out of her with silky, unhurried movements. “I will always love you. I will always want you. And I will never need you any less than completely.” He cupped her cheek with one hand. “Do you understand me?”

Y/N nodded and gasped as his cock slid over her sweet spot. “Yes. Yes.” Was all she could manage to chant. But it satisfied him and he began to move faster.

He switched positions slightly so he could lift her hips off the bed, hooking her knees over his forearms. He began to slam into her, hitting that same sweet spot over and over until Y/N was screaming out her overwhelming pleasure and falling into euphoria. 

Jensen continued to jackhammer into her, grunting harshly with each thrust. He pounded into her pussy over and over until she was once again on the precipice of bliss. As his hips faltered, he dropped one of her legs so he could slide his thumb between their bodies and swirl it against her clit. She screamed again and fell for the third time, clenching around him and pulling his climax out of him, along with her own.

The familiar aftermath of damp skin pressed together and lungs starved for oxygen, brought Y/N a kind of all encompassing satisfaction and peace. When Jensen finally rolled off of her, she rolled with him, so she could slot herself up against his side, wrapping one arm over his ribs and laying her head on his chest as he ran his fingers teasingly up and down her back making her shiver.

They were both quiet for a few minutes before Jensen broke the silence. “Y/N tell me the truth.” He said, and Y/N could hear the protectiveness and anger on her behalf permeating his tone. “Did someone say something or do something to hurt you today?”

But she just shook her head. “No, it wasn’t any different than a million other interviews really.” She shrugged. “Something about it just hit me, I guess.”

She raised up on her elbow, chin in her hand, to look at him. “But if you tell me you love me as truly, madly, deeply as you did the day we met, then I believe you.”

Jensen frowned slightly. “Are you comparing me to a Savage Garden song?”

Y/N giggled, but ignored the question, kissing him softly before laying her head back down on his chest. She smiled against his skin as she spoke. 

“I believe you, but tell me again.”

Jensen’s breath ruffled her hair as he sighed contentedly. “I will love you, and desperately want to devour you, every single day of my life - for the rest of my life.”

Y/N nodded, and her voice was full of confidence as she snuggled closer. “Thought so.”

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[corinthianism]

everything has changed | dean winchester (1)

pairing: dean winchester/f!reader additional tags: reverse isekai, fluff, crack, meet cute, slight angst

summary: once again, dean lands in the reality where he’s just a fictional character played by jensen ackles. it’s annoying the hell out of him and he just wants to go back home, until he doesn’t.

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CHAPTER ONE: A SIMPLE NAME

Today was supposed to be a normal day. It was your day off and you were on your way to check out a new shop that had opened downtown. They sold a bunch of fandom merchandise, which wasn’t special or anything, but you were hoping they had a nice keychain that you could clip onto your bag. The paint on your old green lightsaber keychain had flaked off, leaving behind an ugly gray rod of steel instead of Luke Skywalker’s iconic weapon. 

The shop wasn’t far; in fact, you could’ve walked it, so you did. It was nice out today, and it was one of the rare opportunities you had to actually get out and get some sun, what with work eating up all of your hours. You’d barely made it a few blocks when you noticed a man lying face-down on the ground, his cheek smushed directly against the hot concrete. 

You panicked, not sure if you should rush in and help or run away. Very far away. While you were busy in your own head, the guy in question rolled to his side, revealing a very familiar face. 

No fucking way.

“Jensen Ackles?”

Jensen groaned, pushing himself up from the ground, “What’d you say, lady?”

You swallowed and repeated what you said, “You’re Jensen Ackles, right? The actor?” 

The man in front of you was no doubt Jensen Ackles, from the green eyes to the freckles that were dusted all over his nose and cheeks. It’d been years since the media last heard about him; him and Jared Padalecki basically shut down Supernatural when they quit out of the blue, after Misha Collins was murdered. Their representatives all said the same thing: that they were just having a hard time mourning their friend and that they needed to take some time away from the limelight.

But neither of them came back or at least, no one had heard from them since. Until now, that is. And for some reason, Jensen was all dressed up as Dean.

“No, I’m… Goddamn,” he winced as he tried to stand up, clutching his side with one hand. When you approached him to help him get up, you saw the crimson liquid that oozed from underneath his clothes and all over his hand. “I’m… I’m fine, lady, don’t worry about it.”

“Jesus Christ!” you staggered back at the sight of blood, the starstruck feeling suddenly replaced by shock. “You are not fine, dude, you need to go to a hospital!”

“No, I don’t,” his voice was gruff, more so than when you heard him in person the last time there was a Supernatural convention. That was years ago, back when you were still in braces and listening to Panic! at the Disco. Now, he sported a somewhat-noticeable Midwestern accent and asked you question after question that you weren’t really processing, all while keeping a mostly straight face despite his heavily bleeding wound. He spoke again, “What year is it?”

The question was odd enough to finally snap you out of staring at the bloodied patch on his jacket and out of your inevitable freak-out, “What?”

“I said,” he planted his feet firmly on the ground. “What year is it?”

“It’s… 2024?” you raised a brow, but your primary concern was getting him somewhere safe so he could be patched up. “Sir, I think you need to get some help.”

He fully ignored you, opting to instead frantically look around and march away to God-knows-where. You weren’t sure what to do except follow him, worried that the wound on his side was much worse than it looked. Judging from how much blood there was, it had to be deep. Probably a stab wound.

You really didn’t wanna think about it.

Following Jensen led you to a newspaper and tabloid stand, with him haphazardly flicking through today’s newspaper to find whatever it was he needed to find. You debated on whether or not you were gonna call 911 because of the wound, but he seemed entirely unaffected, or if he was, he did a good job of not showing it. 

You both just stood there for a few minutes, and you couldn’t help but notice how he became more aggravated the more he read through the papers. 

“Um, sir?” you cleared your throat, trying desperately to calm the panic rising in your chest.

He didn’t listen.

“Mr. Ackles… can—” you took a deep breath, “—can you please calm down and tell me what’s going on? Sir?”

He only frowned even more, clenching his jaw as he tried to absorb the words on the pages, instead of listening to you. Christ, this man was stubborn. Not at all what you thought he’d be. Then again, celebrities weren’t your friends.

You were getting frustrated, too. Then, an idea struck. You weren’t sure if it was going to work, it was stupid as hell, but you had to try.

“Dean?” you said the name softly.

He finally looked at you, though in all honesty, it was more like a side-eye. But it was something, so you kept going.

“Dean,” the name felt weird on your tongue as you repeated it. You were calling an actor by his character’s name. Who does that? “Can you please tell me what’s going on? I only want to help.”

“Sweetheart,” he gave you this big charming smile which you could only assume was a bit mocking.

“Dean…” you returned the favor, saying his name as sweetly as you could but the pettiness in your tone vanished as soon as you saw him wince again in pain. It would’ve been easier to let him go and to just go home, but you couldn’t leave him alone like this. He didn’t seem to have a car or even a working phone. “You’re clearly hurt. Please, just let me help.”

He let out a sigh of defeat, accepting that yes, maybe he needed some help, “If you want to help… where’s the nearest burger joint? And do you have a first aid kit?”

So there you were, sharing a burger with Jensen Ackles, except he only answered to the name Dean. You led him to a small diner, which was becoming increasingly rare in the area. The sign outside spelled out SMITH’S BREAKFAST DINER in a retro font, though the lights didn’t work anymore. The place had been operating since the late 80s, and never really got around to keeping up with the trends. Regardless, you kept coming back. They had good food, good music, and Suzanne always called you “darlin’” in a sweet Southern accent every time you came in for a quick bite.

You chewed your burger slowly, your mind wandering to the crazy possibility that you were actually sitting in front of Dean Winchester, not Jensen Ackles. If that was the case, you hoped the diner would bring him some comfort. From what you saw in the show, him and Sam always frequented places like these. The thought that he might actually be the character and not the actor was still so insane, to the point where you couldn’t even really enjoy your food like you normally would.

He was also munching on his burger, shamelessly groaning in delight. His eyes were even closed… which was definitely a good thing because you’d been staring at him the whole time. It took him less than two minutes to chow the whole thing down.

You knew some people who’d met Jensen at conventions, back when those were still a thing. They always said he was nice and considerate, and all that. Or that he smelled nice. Sitting here in front of him, there was only one thing that was stuck in your head.

This man, whoever he was, Jensen or Dean… he was incredibly attractive. But that wasn’t the point.

The point was, he looked like he needed help and honestly? You didn’t really know why you wanted to help. Perhaps you just had nothing better to do. Maybe it was something deeper than that. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to have “saved a celebrity” on your resumé.

“Dean” took a big gulp of the Coca-Cola in front of him, letting out a refreshed sigh. Then, without warning, he pulled out whatever was lodged in his side. The suddenness of his movement, combined with his pained groan, startled you. A few of the other patrons of the diner cast confused looks your way, which you tried to play off with a nervous smile. 

A sharp clunk caught your attention and when you looked back at the table, there was a bloody shard of glass right next to your iced tea. 

“What the fuck?!” you whisper-yelled, quickly covering up the glass with some napkins before someone else could see it. You turned your attention back to “Dean”, who was taking a few breaths to calm himself down as he began discretely disinfecting his wound. You wanted to be mad, you really wanted to, but your fourteen year old self would scream at you if you did not help this man. And the way he flinched every now and then as the hydrogen peroxide pricked at his wound certainly earned him some pity points.

“So… uh, do I really call you Dean?” you started lamely instead of reprimanding him for his callousness, still trying to wrap your head around the possibility that this might really be Dean Winchester. “Like the guy from Supernatural?”

He groaned at the mention of Supernatural, briefly stopping his movements to cast an unimpressed look at you, “Yes, you call me Dean, ‘cause it’s my name, lady.”

You steeled yourself as he went back to treating his wound, “Yeah, well, you don’t have to be a dick about it.”

Dean stopped again, his brows relaxing into a more neutral yet somber expression, as if you’d just hit him with a sobering truth, “...Yeah, you’re right. Sorry.” 

The two of you simmered in an awkward silence for a few moments. 

“I just want to help,” you spoke first, trying your best to convey your sincerity to him, “but if you are who I think you are then I understand why you might be hesitant to clue me in on what’s going on.”

“And who do you think I am, exactly?” he spared you an intrigued glance, unflinching as the needle pierced his skin. 

You popped a fry in your month, chewing slowly as you eyed him up and down, “Well, I doubt Jensen Ackles would get himself injured like that and walk around in broad daylight where the paparazzi could see him and say all sorts of things. Dean Winchester, on the other hand…”

He shifted in his seat to fully face you, a smirk playing across his lips.

“So what? You’re just gonna believe that I'm Dean Winchester?” he raised a brow, squinting his eyes at you accusingly as if to test you. You had to give it to him, it made you waver in your belief, but you stayed firm.

“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth,” you offered with a small smile, feeling that the quote described your thought process pretty well. It made you feel smart in the moment, even if you knew full well that it was your teenage self’s delusions resurfacing. 

He nodded in understanding and laughed, “Ha! Nice Velma quote.”

You were the one to raise a brow this time, “It’s a Sherlock quote.”

“Oh,” his smile faltered. He cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze out of embarrassment, “...Yeah. Yeah, I knew that. Totally.”

You held in your laughter, biting your lip as you watched the faintest blush spread across his freckled cheeks. The moment sizzled out after a while, leaving you two in a semi-comfortable silence. You noticed how guarded he was, sneaking a glance at you every now and then as he patched up his wound. You understood why; he didn’t wanna be vulnerable in a room where it was only the two of you, so as weird as it was to have a man bleeding out in a breakfast diner, it was still much safer. 

It wasn’t like he was the only one with doubts. For all you know, Jensen Ackles had just gone crazy after Misha Collins died. Same thing might’ve happened to Jared Padalecki. You still wondered what on Earth happened to them, but there was something about the man in front of you that made you feel safe. Your first instinct was to trust him, and that had never happened before. It scared you.

Whatever it was, you just had to give this a shot. Maybe it was the feeling that this whole thing was a lot bigger than you could’ve ever imagined.

“What will you do after this?” you asked him, eyeing the needle in his hand.

The question seemed to upset him, even if he was trying his best to hide it. Something shifted in his gaze, his resolve seemingly faltering for a split second. It only intrigued you even more, getting caught up in his every little move like he was a movie you’ve never seen before.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” he offered you a tight-lipped smile, finishing off the stitch with a secured knot, “I’ll be out of your hair in no time.”

That answer didn’t make you feel any better. Then, something clicked into place.

When Misha Collins was murdered a few years ago, a “script” for Supernatural was leaked by someone on Tumblr. It spread like wildfire then and you remembered the amount of hate comments the poster got. People assumed it was a weird fanfic to explain how Misha died since the case was never solved and for the longest time, people just stuck with that. A chill ran down your spine as you tried to recall what was in that leaked script. 

Sam and Dean were sent to the “real” world by Balthazar using a spell. They were being chased by some angel whose name you couldn’t remember. Misha was killed while the brothers ran away from the angel. You racked your brain to figure out the last piece of the puzzle. 

“Wait…” you started, doubt blocking you from saying the rest of the sentence. It was crazy, fucking insane, but if your Supernatural knowledge was as solid as you thought it was, then there was only one explanation for his sudden but subtle change in demeanor. “Please don’t tell me you’re stuck here.”

The frown on his face told you everything you needed to know. He was stuck here until someone from his home universe managed to bring him back. 

“Oh my fucking god.”

He chuckled, “Right on the money there, sweetheart.” 

“I shouldn’t be believing you just like that. Why am I believing you? You’re not real. I’m going crazy,” you said out loud, half of it going towards yourself and the other half going towards him. “Monsters aren’t real. Hunters aren’t a thing—”

He frowned, “Hey, I know we got off to a bad start but you can’t just be saying that I’m not real.”

“Prove it to me, then,” you hardened your gaze. “Prove to me that you’re Dean Winchester.”

“What?”

“You heard what I said.”

“Dean” sighed, shifting in his seat so that he was sitting a bit more upright and was fully facing you. Then, he tugged down on the collar of his shirt, revealing a very real anti-possession tattoo on his chest. It was blurred around the edges a little bit, having faded with time. A small gasp left your lips as you took it all in. 

“That’s…” you looked back up at “Dean” and for the first time, you noticed how much older he was compared to the last time you saw him. Or the last time you saw Jensen Ackles. His wrinkles were deeper, his eyes more tired. There were a few tiny scars littered across his face, nearly invisible if you weren’t watching them so closely. His mousy brown hair had a few grey strands that poked out, as well as some grey peppered around his clean five ‘o clock shadow. 

He chuckled once he saw your shocked expression, tapping on the tattoo, “Yeah. Got this bad boy in 2007. Probably saved my ass more times than I can count.”

“What do I even say to that?” you stared at him dumbly.

He realized that you were right. As weird as it was for him to be in a world without monsters and magic, it was probably weirder for you to find out that the world from a TV show was real. He smacked his lips and avoided your gaze, “Um. Yeah. Weird, I know.”

“Weirder than weird, dude,” you sighed, wiping your face with your hands. “I mean, I wanna help, but how the hell am I supposed to help you? You fight like… demons and vampires and stuff. I work from home! On my laptop!”

He looked back at you, smiling awkwardly as you had a mini-existential crisis, “I just, um… Do you have some cash? I got like, twenty bucks in my wallet right now. I just need to get to a motel and you’re never gonna have to see me again.”

Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best way to console a woman in the middle of an existential crisis, but to be fair, the sooner he was gone, the sooner you could get back to your life.

He put back all of the stuff he used from your first aid kit back into its bag, pushing it towards you as he wiped his hands clean with a tissue. He called for Suzanne with a smile, his charm dialed up to a hundred, “Hey, sweetheart, can you pack this up for me? Thanks.”

“Oh, sure thing, sugar,” she beamed at him, before leaning towards you to not-so-quietly whisper, “You done good, hon. Your date right here is such a looker!”

Dean only chuckled lightheartedly at her comment. Suzanne sashayed away with a satisfied giggle, and you had to fight the urge to explode right then and there. You couldn’t believe what was happening to you right now.

You mustered up the courage to speak again, “He shot you a curious look, “What?”

“I…” you deflated. “You can stay at my place. I’m sure I have some clothes there that can fit you.”

“Sweetheart, I appreciate the offer but it’s not safe. Something could’ve come back with me, for all I know,” he leaned back against the faux leather. “I don’t wanna lead it right to you.”

“You’ll keep me safe,” you affirmed, moreso to yourself than to him. “And I’ll sleep better at night knowing you’re comfortable and fed and not in a motel in the middle of nowhere. You don’t have your brother with you.”

He nearly forgot that you knew a lot about him because of Supernatural, scoffing a bit at your words, “What am I? A child?”

“No, you’re a hunter and I’m not,” you reminded him. “I can’t fight against anything that decides to break into my home, but you can. It’s not just about you, I already shot myself in the foot by staying with you this long. Granted, I thought you were some actor who’d gone crazy but—”

“I get it, I get it,” he took a deep breath in, cutting you off. He processed your words, feeling a sense of protectiveness wash over him. It was still risky, yeah, but he couldn’t think of a counterargument. You were right, you were a civilian and if there was something that came after you, it was unlikely you’d survive. “Okay then. You got a deal then, lady.”

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, “Well then, I guess we’re roommates, Winchester.”

“Yeah, I guess we are.”

author's note: and that concludes the first chapter of everything has changed! unlike last kiss, i won't be publishing all the chapters all in one go (since i'm still writing them), so please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments! of course, reblogs are much always appreciated. see y'all for chapter two <3 p.s. should i start a taglist? let me know as well!

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[arazialotis]

Get Him to the Con - Part 8

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 4900

Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warnings: Language, the Spicy level is turning up, also I'm mean, mention of drugs

Although this is an RPF, these are fabricated characters and should not reflect back IRL. I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as a coping skill. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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Water patted against the tiled floor, and steam billowed through the room, fogging the glass. Suds lathered your skin as you finally uncovered Jensen’s iconic scent, locking the product in your memory so you could immediately purchase some upon your return home. The warmth soothed the deep aches in your muscles, relieving the built-up tension you had been carrying with you all day. You could have stayed there all night, soaking up every ounce of relaxation. But you had a date to catch that started at 10:00 PM. Having risen at an ungodly hour this morning, you hoped to sneak in a quick nap to revitalize yourself further. God forbid you doze off in the middle of a momentous conversation.

The metallic squeak of the handle cut the water off, and you stepped onto the fluffy rug. The plush towel wrapped fully around you, a rare occurrence in hotel accommodations, especially considering where you stayed these past few nights. The mirror squeaked as you wiped away the condensation. With a second towel, you wrung out your hair, and only then did it hit you while looking for a brush. In the haste of chasing down Jensen, you had left your suitcase in the car. For the time being, you combed your fingers through your hair, hoping to avoid tangles. Instead of panicking, you thought it through and remembered the gray sweats he had donned the other night. Borrowing a few pieces of his clothing could get you where you needed to be. And to your knowledge, only Casey and her friends would be able to recognize you. It was a solid plan.

As soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, the steam escaping with you, Jensen stepped into the hotel room. You both stood frozen, like deer in a headlight. His restraint was visible, but he lost the inner battle as his gaze roamed over your figure. You smirked triumphantly, remembering how he had put you in a similar situation at the motel in Kansas. Payback’s a bitch. Then he faltered a step forward, and your arrogance shattered.

“I thought you had autographs?” You broke the silence.

“I do.” He answered, followed by a lengthy pause. He blinked rapidly as if escaping a trance. “In fifteen minutes. I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed and brought you some food.” He held up what remained of their takeout, knowing you’d be hungry despite your earlier denial.

“Thank you.” You squeaked.

He set it on the console and then turned around to prevent his gaze from further wandering. He was about to head for the door when you stopped him, lessening the gap.

“I forgot my suitcase,” You explained. “Is it okay if I borrow a few clothes to go grab it?”

Jensen glanced back over his shoulder. “Yeah, of course.”

He took a step to leave, and you stopped him again. “You don’t have a first aid kit, by chance?”

That caught his attention.

He turned fully back to you, voice brimming with concern. “I thought you said you were okay?”

He didn’t wait for your reply and rushed to his suitcase, digging for his toiletry bag.

“I’m fine.” You assured. “But I’d like to get an antibiotic on my leg now that the excitement of the day is over.”

“Sit down,” He instructed, fishing through the bag.

You looked around the room and sat on the closest option, the edge of the bed. “I can take care of it later.”

He eyed you disapprovingly, letting you know the topic was not up for debate. As he kneeled in front of you, the towel felt less and less spacious than you had initially thought. You wrapped it tighter around you and pinched your legs together as if it could contain the strain pulling in your very center.

Jensen seemed oblivious to your quickening heart and growing need. He was honed in on your injury as if his sole intervention could heal it instantly. After finding what he had been searching for, he gently rubbed a layer of ointment across your tender skin. A sharp inhale and gritted teeth suppressed a greater hiss, but after first contact, the sting lessened. Jensen wiped his fingers clean with a tissue and took your ankle gingerly in his grasp to turn your leg, ensuring he hadn’t missed a spot. That’s when he caught sight of the bruise on your thigh sprawling past your hip. Without thinking, his hand reached right under it, turning it inward to inspect it fully. It was blooming from shades of red to violet.

“Jesus, Y/N.” He whispered.

You squinted your eyes shut, trying to concentrate on anything other than his thumb pressed firmly against your inner thigh. The intoxicating scent of cedar and rosemary swam around you, doubly potent from your shower and his closeness.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” You managed to sputter out.

“Is the skin cut up here too?” He leaned forward, and you jumped back, your ribs the only thing caging your heart from bursting forth.

Jensen looked up at you, confused at first, and then, as his prefrontal cortex reconnected with more animalistic instincts, his eyes widened. He quickly pulled away, his hand grazing the underside of your thigh as he did.

“I’m sorry, I…” He started to apologize.

“Don’t,” You stopped him.

His eyes stayed locked onto yours, searching for meaning, for intention.

“Y/N?” He whispered.

“Jensen.” Your answer was as much of a call for him to return.

His heart matched yours, dancing on the edge of a cliff, a vastness awaiting below if either of you were to fall.

“We should take things slowly.” He wasn’t sure who the words were for.

You nodded your agreement. “If that’s what you think.”

Granted, it was what you had thought thirty minutes ago, but now that nothing was separating you aside from an unsecured sheet of cotton, thinking of the next time you would have the opportunity, let alone the next time you would see him, you weren’t so sure. The forest green of his eyes faded as his pupils dilated.

He remained frozen, afraid to make even the slightest move. “And what do you think?”

God, you weren’t sure he was ready for the thoughts flowing through your mind. He licked his bottom lip. But then again, how he had woken pressed against you mornings before. Perhaps he had dreamed of it as you had. And wasn't it lack of communication that set you apart in the first place? You didn’t answer verbally. With eyes never leaving him, you slightly parted your legs, expressing both permission and desire. In response, he sat higher on his knees, leaning closer to you. This time, you did not pull away. His fingers took a damp strand of hair, twisting it once before tucking it behind your ear. He deeply studied your features as his fingertips traced your cheekbone and across your jawline as you leaned into his touch. They trailed down your neck, over your gold necklace, and across your collarbone, sending a shivering shockwave throughout your being, calling every sense to alert. He paused at the edge where the towel was tucked in on itself, searching for permission, knowing that if this line was crossed, there was no taking it back.

You gripped his jaw in your grasp, stopping him. His hands dropped, hovering against your calves as he waited for your command. The scruff of his beard, now a few days grown out, pricked the tips of your fingers. His freckles splashed across his face like a night sky shining full of stars. Your thumb ran over his plush lips as they willingly parted for you, taking in a shuddering breath.

Pulling his mouth to yours, you crashed into each other. Your lips were hungry and desperate to know each other fully. Jensen pounced from the kneel to straddling over you. As he did, you fell back into the mattress, the comforter and sheets enveloping you. He followed you down, his lips never parting from yours. His hand cradled the back of your neck, pushing you further into him. Your hands wove through his hair, matching his fever. The boundaries of where you ended and he began blurred as you entwined together.

His hips rolled against your core. The towel gave way and rose as he continued the movement. The rough denim scraped against your soft heat. A wordless praise formed on your lips, allowing his claiming kiss further passage. Tongues danced together as your hips surged to meet his hardening length. His lips trailed down your neck, taking the delicate skin between teeth.

“Jensen.” You softly cried, one hand pressing him closer against your throat. The other winding down his shoulder and gripping as if he alone could save you from drowning.

He pulled away, his hips pinning yours as he sat. Momentarily, you both gasped for shallow breaths. Dire to know his skin against yours, you frantically went for the buttons of his denim shirt. He matched your frenzy. As you both fumbled, chuckling sheepishly at the graceless effort, his impatience grew, and in one fell swoop over his head, he had it off. A simple silver chain revealed itself underneath. Somehow, both opposite and similar to yours in every way. Like the sun and moon guiding the earth both day and night.

Jensen didn’t stop there. Rapidly, he went to undo his belt, and you were right behind him, undoing the button of his black jeans. His lips had been too long apart from yours, and he leaned back down to reclaim them. The cool metal of the chain brushed against your skin, still warm from the shower. His lips didn’t last long in one spot, familiarizing themselves with the taste of your neck. Heightened awareness of every touch, every movement, you could feel Jensen slowly pushing his pants down. Soon, nothing would separate you. Yet, somehow, you still managed to find logic.

“Jensen?”

“Hmm?” He hummed into your neck.

“Condom?”

He stopped. Fuck. But your panting hardly ceased.

“I didn’t plan for this.” He explained, laced with apology.

And why would you have expected him to? You certainly hadn’t. His eyes met yours again, sorrowfully, but knowing you’d have to wait to fully savor each other.

“I’m clean.” You offered.

Okay, so maybe logic wasn’t as fully present as you thought.

“Same.” He echoed.

You pulled him back down, and his hand snaked up your bare thigh to your hip, bracing his weight over you.

He paused again and, looking at you, searching for sincerity. “Birth control?”

You shook your head no. “Morning after pill?”

He nodded his head, settling for the alternative.

Your fingers settled on the waistband of his briefs. But you paused before going any further—Jared’s words ringing in your head.

“NDA?” You asked, still unsure what those details would entail.

His eyes rolled, thinking it over, but came to a satisfying conclusion. “We can backdate it.”

You nodded, and he grinned, both sighing from relief at the reasonable resolutions. He was ready, as were you. This was it. His hand went for the towel that separated your chest from him.

A knock on the door sounded. He stopped before you were revealed. You clutched the towel against your chest and shimmied it down to cover your bottom half in case the intruder would burst in at any moment—another knock.

“Shh,” Jensen instructed you as if whoever it was would be fooled to look elsewhere for him.

The red numbers of the clock burned into your vision. Thirty minutes had already passed. Time had sped up in your brief moments together. He was late.

“Jensen. Open up.” Clif’s voice called from the other side. “I know you’re in there.”

“Say something.” He whispered in your ear with a mischievous goad.

“I’m already in enough trouble with him as it is.” You hissed back.

Jensen licked his bottom lip and leaned down to stroke the base of your neck with his tongue. A hand rubbed over your breast, your nipples already hard for his devotion. A silent curse caught in the back of your throat as your hips lurched against him. Even though you knew exactly what he was doing, he won.

“He’s not here!” You called out to Clif. “‘Only me!”

“Don’t you dare start covering for him, Y/N,” Clif warned from the other side of the door.

Jensen’s thumb circled the fabric around the peak of your breast. Your eyes rolled back, fully intoxicated.

“I have a key!” Clif threatened as a last straw.

Jensen stopped, collapsing against you. “Fuck,” He worked to catch his breath. “Alright, alright. I’m coming!” He yelled at the door.

He sat up, still straddling you, and assessed the state of the moment. You panted, breasts straining against the towel. Jensen looked around and grabbed his shirt.

“Now, Jensen!” Clif’s irritation was building.

“Give it a minute.” He responded with a crack in his voice, pulling his shirt over his head.

“You. Stay.” Jensen paused between each word to plant a kiss in his favorite spots thus far. “Right. Here.”

The sheets rustled as he parted from the bed. His belt clattered as he readjusted his pants, taking breaths as he strained himself back in. His teeth gritted as the zipper uncomfortably contained him. Careful to keep yourself covered, you rose. You didn’t want to be the sole reason Jensen backed out of autographs altogether.

“I will be back as soon as I can.” He assured breathlessly.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You teased. “You still owe me a date.”

He shook his head at you, ready to wipe that smirk off your face.

“Jensen!”

He clicked his teeth and shot you with a finger gun before hoping and rushing to the door.

“I know, I know.” You overheard him making up an excuse to Clif as both their voices faded before the door snapped shut.

You flopped back down on the bed and sighed, wondering if you would ever come down from the high.

The main lobby’s fountain trickled in a constant stream, immersing you in your book as if you were in the aquarium with the characters Tova and Marcellus. As with the title Remarkably Bright Creatures, it would be remarkable if you finished this book on this trip as you originally intended, but perhaps you would find time on the plane ride home. The plane ride that was coming so soon and you had avoided thinking about so far. The crisp pages flipped between your fingers.

A figure approached, but you were engrossed in Marcellus’ narrative.

“You are not where I left you.” A stern voice disdainfully scolded.

In shock, you nearly jumped out of the seat but smiled widely upon finding Jensen towering over you.

“And in far more clothing than I had hoped.” He kept his voice very low as your surroundings were far from private.

Your tongue peaked out between your teeth. “I found it prudent to visit a convenience store.” You winked. “How were autographs?”

“Good, good.” He stated. “Lots of congratulations and questions about you.”

You shoved a postcard between the pages before closing the book and giggled. “What did you say?”

Jensen shoved his hands into his pockets. “I said nothing is official. I still have to take you on a date and pop the question.”

You pinched your lips together, eyeing the clock on the stone wall behind him. It was already later than anticipated. The earlier rendezvous had not aided the timing. Jensen adjusted a cuff on his shirt.

“You know, we could circumvent the formalities and skip ahead to finish what we started.” You suggested parting your legs slightly as if to remind him. “We can hash out the details later.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jensen?”

He rubbed a hand over the scruff of his jaw. “Will you be my girlfriend?’

“I think you already know the answer.”

Jensen held out his hand to you. “Then let’s get the hell upstairs.”

You eagerly took it as he pulled you up.

“There he is!”

The exclamation broke your trance as two hands came from behind, slapping Jensen on the chest, knocking the wind from him.

“I’ve been looking all over for you.” The hands shook Jensen, and then from behind, none other than Misha Collins stepped out from behind him. “All the fansies are talking about how you, my friend, are a fish caught on a hook. Which we all already knew, but she finally reeled you in, eh?”

Jensen rolled his eyes. “Misha, this is Y/N.”

“Oh my god!” Misha pulled you into a tight embrace, producing a huff from your lungs. “Y/N! I’ve been waiting so long for this.” He pulled you back to inspect you further. “Ever since Nashville. You should have stayed for the convention. If you could have seen him…” Misha chuckled. “Oh, you must tell me about your time with Nesnej.”

You felt like an overstimulated cat. “Nesnej?” You weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“Jensen backwards. It’s what we call him when he gets wasted out of his fucking mind. But you can tell me all about it on the way to the after-party. Are you ready? Let’s go.” He linked his elbow through yours and dragged you out through the lobby.

“Mish,” Jensen grabbed his shoulder. “I think we’re going to call it a night.”

Misha linked his elbow through Jensen too. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re going to Golden; it’s going to be, well, golden.”

Before you knew it, cast and crew alike had piled into two hotel shuttles and headed west. Either by accident or, as you suspected, conniving scheming, Misha coaxed you into a van separate from Jensen. Ruth, Rob, and Briana were present, along with some crew. Much to Misha’s encouragement, they playfully interrogated you, ensuring you wouldn’t be one to break Jensen’s heart and worthy of his affection.

Misha commandeered the van and made a pit stop at a party store, filling two coolers with drinks. You were confused as you assumed you’d be traveling to a bar, but maybe he was picking up drinks for a second after-party. Luckily, you used this opportunity to purchase a Red Bull, not knowing if you’d stay conscious much longer without it. The confusion only built as you turned from commercial businesses to residential homes. Winding around the roads, you had lost all sense of direction.

“There.” Misha pointed ahead to the white van that had arrived minutes before you, thanks to the drink detour.

People spilled out of the van to join those waiting in the street. Jensen parted from Jared and was quick to find you among the crowd. Misha and Clif came out from around the trunk, each with a cooler. Jensen surveyed the area, just as lost as you were.

“You showing us your summer home, or what?” Jensen directed at Misha.

The full moon and headlights illuminated Misha’s smile. “When have I ever given you the impression I’d be that borning?”

“Then what are we doing out here?” Ruth chirped in. “All I wanted tonight was a dry martini in one hand and a karaoke microphone in the other.”

Apparently, Misha had left it a surprise to everyone. Misha shoved the cooler into Jensen’s hand and fished through a fanny pack, pulling out a flashlight. He clicked it on under his face as if he were going to tell a ghost story.

“We, my friends, are going on a night hike.” He squeed with excitement at the end.

There was a mixture of groans and whoops of excitement. Your heart sank, and your legs whined in protest. The Red Bull wasn’t going to cut it. Jensen saw the defeatedness in your eyes.

“Hey, we can stay back.” He whispered lowly to you.

“You could have warned us to dress for the occasion.” Briana looked down to her leather pants and heels.

Misha addressed the naysayers. “Stop it. It’s thirty minutes at most to the top and probably worth it. Now, the trailhead should be around here, ah!”

Misha meandered to the trailhead between a break in the fence, consulting his paper map and the posted signs. Some snapped a picture of the sign, not that it would do much good if you got lost in the dark.

“Don’t let him pressure you into it if you're not feeling it,” Jensen advised. “You gotta set boundaries with him.”

“Jensen,” Jared called back, already starting at the base of the trail. “You coming, man?”

You sighed. You weren’t sure what you had done to cause Jared to be so cold with you earlier. He was probably just tired or jetlagged, but you wouldn’t give him another reason to resent you further. You nodded your head in their direction and started off. Jensen followed in tow, not missing the fact that he got conned into lugging the cooler.

“Y/N,” Misha called and backtracked so he could walk by you. He threw an arm over your shoulder. “As I said earlier, I run this little scavenger hunt called Gishwhes.”

“Oh,” You cut him off. “That is how you pronounce it.”

“You’ve heard of it!” He exclaimed. “Great. I’m always looking for creative…”

Jensen chuckled as the two of you left him in the dust. He didn’t know whether he should be more concerned about Jared’s hostility towards you or Misha’s immediate adoption. Jared, he could work on; he was convinced. Jared simply needed to get to know you. Over time, he’d come to see you as Jensen did. He was just being overly brotherly, thinking he was protecting Jensen. They’d both been that way for each other before. Misha, on the other hand. With Misha’s prompting, the two of you would become an unstoppable tornado of mischievous chaos. And, depending on how it ended, Misha could end up more heartbroken than he.

“Tired?” Clif asked, pulling Jensen from his thoughts.

“Just waiting to make sure you don’t get left behind.” Jensen readjusted his grip on the cooler.

“Shut up.” Clif snipped and passed Jensen.

The climb to the top went faster than expected, either from Misha’s ceaseless conversation or the pressure that you felt you needed to keep up with him. Thankfully, South Table Mountain was a foothill compared to what you tackled this morning. There was a steep incline for a moment that wasn’t your favorite, but the struggle quickly subsided as the trail evened out. You had no idea of your surroundings in the dark, but the trail seemed to end as the group spilled out onto rocky terrain overlooking the city of Golden. The soft glow of lights pulsed below, and to the east, you could make out a sleepy Denver. Above, stars hung in the navy-hued sky and dipped below the shadows of the mountains to the west.

“Two drinks per person,” Misha called over the crowd. “I mean it. Nesnej,” He pointed. “I’m looking at you. I don’t need anyone tumbling off the plateau.”

Jensen placed the cooler down before throwing his hands up in feigned offense. Someone took out a Bluetooth speaker and started an Oasis album. Cans of beer cracked open, and there was a dank smell. A spark of embers clued into the scent’s source, though the owner was too far away to make out. Honestly, the more you felt out of place among this group, the more appealing a puff or two sounded. You would have to remember to bring your stash next time. For emergency purposes only. Suppose there would even be a next time.

Jensen was slapping shoulders with friends and coworkers, celebrating the end of another successful con and blowing off steam before diving back into his demanding work schedule. Jared’s figure stood out in the crowd. Even in the dark, you could see his towering presence. As he went for a drink alone, you sought your chance, determined to try again.

“Hey,” You rushed to the cooler, grabbing something inside for yourself. “How’d the weekend turn out for you?”

Open-ended, no assumptions, showing interest. It was a well-crafted question that would hopefully prompt further conversation. You were close enough to him that you could feel his eyes roam. Not as Jensen’s had earlier. No, this felt like he was sizing you up. But you held your ground, not ready to roll over and submit.

Jared cracked his beer. “Yeah, it was fine.”

Still cold. So, the impression you got earlier was accurate. That’s okay. Thanks to Jensen frequently talking about him, you were full of questions and conversation starters that might spark some common ground.

“Any plans for the rest of the week, or are you headed back to Vancouver quickly?”

“Y/N? Was it?” Jared asked, and you nodded. “Listen, I appreciate your effort for small talk and the distraction you are providing Jensen, but let’s not pretend this isn’t what it is.”

A pit dropped in your stomach. What had you done to offend him? You were going to ask him to elaborate his statement further, but he called over for Mark and went to join another group, leaving you alone. You looked around and had lost sight of Jensen. You searched for another familiar face but then realized you didn’t know any of these people. Not truly. You were the outsider. Your chest tightened, and your breaths became shallow. You tried to remind yourself you were very tired, and that was likely not helping your emotional state. You could have misread things with Jared as you had this whole week with Jensen. But you weren’t able to convince yourself. You needed space; you needed to breathe.

A while had passed when heavy footsteps approached you from behind, unsettling the dust beneath them. Jeans rustled as the figure sat beside you, legs dangling off the plateau's edge. You knew it was Jensen instantly. Maybe from a combination of his closeness, his scent, or how the panic subsided in his presence.

“I couldn’t find you.” He said, concerned. “What are you doing over here all by yourself?”

You sighed and leaned into him. You didn’t want to cause a rift between him and Jared. So, you let go of the heaviness and focused on the positive.

“Admiring the view.”

Jensen didn’t buy it. “Of the Coor’s factory?”

It was a beautiful sight, lighting the world below you. You could barely hear the factory's low hum over the group's music and chatter.

You chuckled and mumbled into his shoulder. “You sound like some kind of beer snob saying it like that.”

He wrapped an arm around you, drawing you closer to him. He took a sip of beer and let out a fake hack.

“You know what, you might be right.” He finally admitted. “This shit taste like La Croix's newest flavor. Essence of hops and bread.”

You chuckled again, but it was half-hearted and defeated.

Jensen’s brow knit together. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just so tired.” You whined.

“That’s right. You’ve had a long day, which I still need to hear about. In particular, a few texts, buddy.” He snipped out that last word.

It finally clicked. “Oh, shit. That’s why you think I friend-zoned you. Cause I used the word buddy? Sensitive much?”

“That and how you thanked me for kissing you like you wanted to let me down but didn’t know how.” He explained. "I am a Pisces, after all."

“Mmhmm.” You hummed, not buying that he believed his own excuse. “Will you let me try again?”

He inhaled sharply, the starlight reflected in his eyes, before pressing his mouth against yours.

You pulled away. “Thank you.” You moaned, completely satisfied.

He huffed a laugh and breathed deeply as he kissed you again, constricting his arms around you. You could taste the yeast of the beer on his lips. As you drank in the other, the crowd disappeared around you, transported to the same fever as hours before.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He breathed out.

You smiled against his lips. “Thank you.”

“Wait until we get back, I'll properly thank you.” He placed his lips below your ear, and you arched into him.

“Save it for the hotel.” Someone yelled over the crowd, and someone followed it up with a catcall and a, “Get it, Jensen!”

You scooched away from him as lava flooded your face.

“Mind your business,” Jensen shouted back and then scooted to you so there was no distance. “Don’t be embarrassed; they’re only having fun.”

But the moment was over, and you went back to swinging your feet back and forth off the ledge, avoiding his gaze by picking out constellations in the sky.

You pointed. “There’s the two dippers and the W,” You traced with your fingers, “That’s Cassiopeia. It’s too bright to see, but Andromeda should be right there.”

“Oh.” You both said in unison as a white flash streaked across the sky, disappearing behind the shadow of a mountain.

“Make a wish.” Jensen prompted.

His smile warmed the air around you.

“I wish for the contentedness of this moment to always stay with me.” You nudged his leg with yours. “You?”

“I wish for this.” And he kissed you again.

You didn’t last long on the ride back to the hotel. Jensen refused to part from your side again. You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. The jostling of the van lulled you to sleep against him—his words echoing in your ears. I wish for this.

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Continue Here to Part 9

Tags: Everything Jackles: @akshi8278

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#supernatural #spn #spn fandom #spn fanfic #jensen ackles #jensen x reader #jensen x y/n #jensen x you

[goncharov-propaganda-factory]

Mishapocalypse: what the-

Hey, former redditors! Welcome to the hellsite, we're all glad that you're here (especially you 196 folk you warm my dead, frozen heart). While on the whole you seem to be adapting AMAZINGLY fast to site culture, if any of you are confused over one of our founding myths this may help.

(or if you're a veteran tumblrina and just want to read an essay that's fine too)

(others key parts of our national identity to learn about if you're curious include Goncharov, I Love You, Color of the Sky, My Three Girlfriends, and many more)

also if you don't want to read my entire fucking essay take this and run

but if you want to know the deal with this man, read on!

Mishorigins

Supernatural is a 2000s-ass TV series that ran on the CW from 2005 to 2020. It's about two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, who are "hunters" that protect people from various supernatural entities. The show was originally planned to last five seasons, with an angel character named Castiel (this is important) slated to be revealed as God in the finale. Castiel (nicknamed Cass by the CW and Cas by objectively correct people) was introduced in S4.

left: Castiel, the gay angel of our collective dreams. right: Misha Collins.

The Man Behind the Mish

Misha Collins is a straight man who was forced by a cruel and uncaring god to play a heavily queer coded angel on a TV series intended for any demographic BUT gay teens (which is what it became). His performance as Castiel, and the large queer teen fanbase he drew, were a driving force behind a show would ultimately continue for three times longer its original plan.

I don't have anywhere else to put these facts so they go here

he was an intern in the Clinton administration during the Lewinsky scandal

he knows Tibetan throat singing

he was arrested for climbing onto a bank roof (he was trying to... read a book? 👀👀👀)

he probably made Jensen Ackles (the guy who played Dean less homophobic? Maybe?

he held a scavenger hunt called GISHWHES several times for his charity, Random Acts

cool guy

he later played Harvey Dent on Gotham Knights this very year (2023)

there's icebergs of this shit

he farted on an airplane once

Mishion: Impossible

April 1st, 2013 is a date that will live in mishinfamy. Tumblr a main hub of the SuperWhoLock fandom (a mega-fandom amalgamating Supernatural, Sherlock BBC, and Doctor Who), was the only place the Mishapocalypse could happen.

For boring deets I'll redirect you to the KnowYourMeme page but these images should sum it up.

left: a list of Tumblr users, circa 2013. right: a fine example of Misha culture

There are two takeaways here:

You cannot outrun Misha.

You will become him.

On April 1, 2013, a significant portion of Tumblr changed their avatar to the now-iconic Mishapocalypse photo and their handle to "Misha Collins", followed by similar waves of Mish across other social media sites.

above: the modern Prometheus

This beautiful event was emblematic of pre-Dashcon Tumblr, an era as far away from us now as 1200 AD was from 1208 AD. You'll be pleased to know that the Mishapocalypse returns every April 1st to grace these ancient halls, a small group of pilgrims tracing new paths on the well-worn floor of the Church of Misha.

(this isn't to say the Supernatural fandom is dead, it's just somewhat diminished from it's glory days.

Thanks for reading! Reblog if you liked. I'll leave you with a bunch of Mishimages of my own that I posted for Mishapocalypse 23 (the 10th anniversary). Shameless self-promotion!!!

in clockwise order:

The Mona Misha

Mishius

Misha's extra hour in the ball pit

The Mishian (with Mish Damon)

Future ideas include Salvator Misha. Feel free to ask any questions you have, and I hope you enjoy Tumblr.

Happy Mishing!

ps I have not actually watched supernatural you just learn all of this via osmosis

#196 #mishapocalypse #reddit #reddit refugees #Tumblr #explainer post #r196 #long post

[ashestoashesjc]

Heather looked busy. That was important. Keeping up appearances. Dragging icons around on her desktop, typing nonsense into blank Excel spreadsheets. She picked up the shiny black office phone, mimed some casual discourse, replaced the receiver, repeat. No one would know what she was actually up to. 

Not even she knew. Not really. But her orders had been clear. Behave as you ordinarily would. Greet co-workers. Take lunch. Answer calls. Above all: act natural. Await further instructions. 

They’d come in the middle of the night, this first ominous set of directives. Not through email, not over the phone or via text message. Who knows who else would have listened in?

Heather had been lying in bed, unable to sleep. A few hours earlier, she’d taken half a dozen melatonin tablets, but in a self-sacrificial act of rebellion, her mind remained attentive, buzzing. The sheep, she’d lost count of somewhere around five hundred. 

She struggled to remember where she’d left off. Instead, tomorrow’s meeting with Jensen, head editor at the publisher, sure to be a massive ego-fueled shitshow, drifted always to the forefront of her consciousness. 

Then: 548.

Heather froze. Who was that? 

It was a thought, certainly. It bounced around the confines of her skull with the intimate tenor of a thought. 

But it wasn’t one of hers. Of that, she was sure. 

She’d never really noticed before, had never paid it much mind, but her usual internal dialogue had a familiar timbre. Not her own necessarily. Maybe her mother’s? Maybe the daycare assistant from her youth with a face and voice like a fairy’s. Maybe some whimsical, maternally judgmental amalgamation. But there was safety in recognition. 

And this voice was altogether new. 

Deep, crystalline, cutting, like a beacon through dense fog. It spoke with a certainty warmed by a patience that, even wrapped in enigma, had an oddly soothing effect on Heather. 

548, the strange voice repeated. 

Heather grappled with the implications of responding. What would it mean if she did? What would it say of her mental state? Had she taken too many melatonin or not taken enough? 

Finally, “549,” conceded Heather in her own internal voice. No harm talking to yourself, she told herself. 

They continued, Heather and the voice, for some time. 633, 782, 805…

Heather had begun to nod off. Her eyes sealed tight, her breathing slowed, longer and longer intervals stretched between replies. She was right on the precipice of total submersion. 

Are you awake, said the voice. 

She started. One eye squinted ajar. “Now I am.”

It’s always difficult for me to tell, it said with apologetic notes. 

She wondered to herself, “Always?”

And then the voice said, How are things at work?

Heather so loved discussing the source of her stress-induced insomnia, particularly with disembodied delusions. “Peachy.” 

I can sense that things are not, in fact, ‘peachy.‘

“Then why’d you ask?”

It’s the polite thing to do. 

Heather felt the polite thing to do would be to not mention work at all. 

How long have you been there?

If there was one thing Heather couldn’t stand, beyond subway cars packed like pop-tab cans of Vienna sausages or men who falsely added inches to any applicable measurement, it was first dates. 

She found the idea of concentrating yourself and all your hopes and dreams and desires into capsule form unthinkably depressing. Interviewing for a life partner. What do you do, what are you looking for, do you like dogs, how many dogs do you see in your future, would you be willing to move to a farm, one with animals, where the only animals are dogs, check these boxes ‘yes’ if soulmate. Bleak shit. 

But at least with first dates there was the ever-lingering option of sex, to bestow or withhold. Right now her strongest desire was to be asleep and alone. 

The voice sighed. 

Let me be frank, it said. 

“Frank, John. You can be whoever you want to be, pal.” Slurred and mumbled, the melatonin had begun to make her a bit delirious. 

The voice took a moment, carefully selecting its next words. 

What if I told you… things are not as they seem?

Heather scoffed. Thinking you perfectly understand the world was something you either grew out of or didn’t, and very often those who hadn’t made careers of extolling their wisdom to the insanely gullible. 

“Were they ever?”

Quiet. I’m serious. 

There hadn’t been much in the way of levity to its voice to begin with. Here, though, the temperature dipped to freezing. 

Heather didn’t know why, perhaps it was the kiddy gloves with which she was being handled, maybe it was the precious moments of rest she was losing going back and forth with a voice in her head, but she prickled.

“Well, so am I,” she said, alert with defiance. “Weird, unexpected shit happens constantly. Every week there’s some new species discovery or unidentified flying whatever-the-hell. Last month, NASA figured out dark matter. Or antimatter. One of the two. I’m desensitized to the scope of how much I don’t know.” 

The voice didn’t respond. As the silence lengthened, Heather sighed. The voice was gone, dissipated into the ether with every other Ambien hallucination and ill-conceived one night stand. 

There she was: floating, delicately gliding, into that blurred pastel haze that precedes slumber. Deeper, deeper, deeper… 

Your Earth is due to be replaced.  

Heather was awake. 

#s

[choicesfandomappreciation]

Thank you to everyone who made this event a success! I am so grateful to everyone who participated and all those who showed their support to these wonderful creations. I hope everyone that participated enjoyed their little treats!

Don't forget to sign up for Fandom Love Day and keep an eye out for Secret "Santa" in December! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤

🧡 To @a-cloud-for-dreams || 🖤 From @livelaughlovecassie

Mal x Salem Moodboard + Writing Salem decides to help Mal get into the holiday spirit with a trick of her own that turns into a sweet treat!

🧡 To @aallotarenunelma || 🖤 From @peonyblossom

Riikka x Dan, Kanerva x Lincoln, Saini x Cas Moodboards

🧡 To @coffeeheartaddict2 || 🖤 From @zealouscanonindeer

Takeout Drabble — Ethan x Casey Ethan x Casey Moodboard

🧡 To @jerzwriter || 🖤 From @coffeeheartaddict2

El Dia de los Muertos: It is the Halloween after Tobias and Casey welcome Kayla and Eva feels like that it would be nice to commemorate El Dia de los Muertos.

🧡 To @ladylamrian || 🖤 From @a-cloud-for-dreams

Nik x Alex Moodboard + Drabble

🧡 To @lilyoffandoms || 🖤 From @starsarewithinme

A Day Off: A look into Trystan and Gabriel's domestic life when they are not hunting down Serial Killers but the Resident Detective is unwell.

🧡 To @livelaughlovecassie || 🖤 From @aallotarenunelma

Laney x Danni Moodboard + Quote

🧡 To @lovealexhunt || 🖤 From @violentinecrl

Mal x Daenarya Art

🧡 To @moominofthevalley || 🖤 From @jerzwriter

Trystan x Emily Moodboards

🧡 To @mydemonsdrivealimo || 🖤 From @rosepetals1

Bryce x Jensen Moodboard

🧡 To @peonyblossom || 🖤 From @trappedinfanfiction

Together: Iris has disappeared, but Nia has a feeling she knows where she can find her. 

🧡 To @rosepetals1 || 🖤 From @tveitertotwrites

Hayden x Arielle Moodboards

🧡 To @starsarewithinme || 🖤 From @lilyoffandoms

Nia x Astra Drabble Trystan x MC Drabble

🧡 To @totojo2 || 🖤 From @mydemonsdrivealimo

Blake x MC Art

🧡 To @trappedinfanfiction || 🖤 From @moominofthevalley

Trystan’s Biggest Fear: On a spooky night, Trystan confesses one of his biggest fears to Sofia

🧡 To @tveitertotwrites || 🖤 From @lovealexhunt

Talk of the Town Edit + Writing: Actress Claire Evans is escorted by the handsome Doctor Ethan Ramsey for a red carpet event.

🧡 To @violentinecrl || 🖤 From @ladylamrian

Tyril x MC Icons Kamilah x MC Writing + Moodboard

🧡 To @zealouscanonindeer || 🖤 From @totojo2

Ethan x Asper + Trystan x Amber Art

#choicestrickortreat #choices #playchoices #choices game #choices stories you play #choices fandom appreciation

[stefsdean]

whether you want to post this ask or not is up to you, so i don't know whether you've seen jensen's recent post or not but if you have then you'll know what im talking about. a few days ago there were speculations involving jensen not wearing his wedding ring all over tumblr & tiktok after he posted a video onto his ig story where it looked like he wasn't wearing a ring. some people said it was mirrored whereas others said it wasn't. now here's a real kicker, today jensen posted not just 1 but 4 videos that clearly show how bare both of his hands are. coincidence? i don't think so. and the fact that in the last video he holds the guitar a certain way so the camera catches his naked fingers is the absolute icing on the cake 💚💙

hey anon

first of all i do not believe in this shit theory.

idk why in the world would you think that this news or theory or whatever could make me happy because it doesn't. we are not cockles "shippers" who would ever want Misha or Jensen to be separated from their wives. when misha and Vicky parted ways, i was devastated and i still haven't been able to process that. i almost lost my faith in love because of that separation.

I absolutely fucking love Jenneel and I would actually pray that nothing of this sort has happened between them. idk how you guys are a part of this cockles fandom when you think that anything related to an absent ring is some sort of "icing on the cake". these are not our values or what we believe in. we have never been wife haters and will never be.

also i do not spend a lot of time thinking of or noticing rings on people's fingers while they play guitar. people can take their rings off sometimes without any major reasons and fyi while playing guitar, rings do cause problems to some people, it does to me.

i am actually offended that you felt comfortable to send me this and thought it calls for some celebration. i do hope that you see how important Danneel is for Jensen and how much he loves her. cuz i don't think you can be a fan of Jensen while thinking of his separation as something to be happy about.

We love Jenneel as much as we love Jenmish and Jenmisheel. Please reconsider your thoughts because this is someone's marriage you are talking about. Also look up the term "polyamory" on google while you're at it.

here's some jenmisheel for you <3

also have some jenneel because they are the most iconic duo <3

#cockles #jenmish #jenmisheel

[mother-marilynn]

Men I have a big fat crush on:

I'm pretty new to regular blogging and don't really know what to post about so here's a list of male musicians, actors, and celebrities that I think are really pretty.

Robert Sean Leonard ( He's like the definition of pretty. I mean come on. )

Frank Iero ( Not only is he a fucking amazing musician and super talented he's also really funny and pretty which is cool. )

Jake Webber ( I just love him. He's such a little monster. Don't worry Johnnie's on the list too. )

Jeremy Irons ( Okay, he's mainly on the list due to his role in Lolita 1997 but shhhh. )

Mads Mikkelsen ( How would I make a list of pretty men without him being on here. I want him to ultraviolence me. )

Joey Jordison ( Again, another gremlin I love. His music is so good and he was such a talented drummer. RIP Joey. )

Pedro Pascal ( Pretty basic celeb crush but I don't even care, he's so nice to look at. )

Joseph Gordon-Levitt ( EEEEE He's such an amazing actor and He's honestly just too adorable. )

Keanu Reeves ( The amount of times I've watched the John Wick movies and I don't even like action flicks. )

Wyatt Olef ( I love him so much in I'm not okay with this and he's just such a good actor. He adds so much to movies and such. )

Johnnie Guilbert ( See? I told you. Honestly I love Johnnie for so many reasons. I used to watch his videos when I was like 9 and I still love him even though I'm not emo anymore, that and he's really pretty. )

Ryan Gosling ( Omg, He's so perfect. His duality in acting is actually insane and he's just so hilarious. He's one of those celeb crushes where I also just love him as a person and not just as an icon. )

Theodore Pellerin ( He's one of those actors with such a shockingly pretty face that watching movies with him in it literally makes me so invested. Not to discount his amazing acting. I honestly wish he was in Boy Erased for more scenes because his character could have had so much more depth. I just love him. )

Hugh Laurie ( Just saying if he didn't play House in House. I don't think it would be my favorite show. )

Mikey Way ( Remember when I said I'm not emo anymore? Yeah well I used to be very emo. So your just gonna have to cope with him being on here. He's such a talented bassist and just such a funny person. )

Jensen Ackles ( Something about him as a person AND as the men he plays is so mmm. )

Christian bale ( Can you tell American Psycho is one of my favorite movies??? Christian bale is such an amazing actor and is able to convey emotion so fucking well it's actually insane. I wish he was in more movies. )

Henry Cavill ( I mean, come on. He's superman, AND Geralt. Let's be serious. )

Troye Sivan ( I don't know what about him is so amazing, but I just love him so much for no discernable reason. )

Chino Moreno ( I think the fact that deftones mainly produced horny emo music is the main reason for the appeal. Either way, Chino has always been one of my biggest musician crushes. )

John Krasinski ( Yes, I had to look up how to spell his last name, and yes, I am a painfully huge fan of the office. )

Ryan Reynolds ( Not only is he super pretty but Ryan's acting style is so unique and honestly just amazing. How he is able to literally just be himself in every role is insane and I love it. *also his voice is very hot but you didn't hear that from me* )

Gerard Way ( Again, some things never change. Including my taste in emo men. Gerard way is such a fucking amazing musician, singer, and artist. He's just amazing and has produced so much media that I love. )

Cillian Murphy ( Okay, like, what girl doesn't love this man. He's just so... muah. I also love the fact that actually he's just some loving dad that doesn't know how texting or social media works. )

Daniel Ash ( He's such a talented guitarist and I just love him. I honestly wish I could know more about some older bands. )

Well. I hope you enjoyed this list of random men I love.

And yes, I will be posting A list of female and non-binary people I'm in love with secretly.

#girlblogger #girlblogging #hell is a teenage girl #im just a girl #girlhood #just girly things #crush #celebrity crush #man crush forever #love me #crushing #yearning #longing #girl core #becoming that girl #cinammon girl #cinnamon girl #coquette girl #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #gaslight gatekeep girlblog #girl blogging #girl blogger #girl blog #girl interrupted #girl boss gaslight gatekeep #girl rotting #girl problems #girl thoughts #girl things #girlblog

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | JIBCon, Solo Panel, (Rome, Italy, August 28 2022)

(x)

Jensen panel. Will he do any more theatre? No, that was a huge mistake. A musical? “A musical??? ” (x)

Would Jensen do more theater work? “Nope, Few Good Men was a mistake, that was 120 pages long and I was on like 100!” And musical? “Um, maybe” You sing so well, and act! “Yeah, I can do both…”  (x)

He likes challenges, so maybe… but he doesn't plan that far in the future  (x)

Jensen recently saw Music Man with Hugh Jackman. Was blown away. It was a lot of fun. Made him think if he wants to do that. Answer? “Nah. I’d have to do jazz hands.” But we’ll see. He doesn’t know what he’ll do in 6 months.  (x)

He loves directing because it makes him think in a different perspective and it’s challenging. So maybe to the musical. The only musical he’s ever done is West Side Story.  (x)

One thing Jensen doesn’t miss is being trapped in the Impala with Jared after Jared had a burrito. Yellow Fever is an ep that comes to mind because it was funny through and through. But funniest scene is “the whole show”. (x)

Jensen panel: Every scene over the past 15 years was the funniest scene #jib12  (x)

(x)

They were able to do risky storylines and go meta thanks to the fans. Because we stuck with them.  (x)

Q about iconic lines. Does he realize they’re iconic when he reads the script or when he films them? Both. Sometimes it will come up filming. SB was more on the page but one day Kripke was in set & he & Kripke brainstormed lines on the spot. #jib12  (x)

There’s a freedom to be creative. Healthy work environment, The Boys is not a toxic set “of which there are a lot of”. Sometimes he doesn’t realize a line will be iconic, other times one will not hit.  (x)

Jensen thinks the writers just wrote SB that way and hoped he can deliver. Doesn’t think Kripke demanded it. Kripke came up with “can’t go in dry” on the spot. Jensen mentions Paul Reiser had a lot of iconic lines too.  (x)

The audition scene for SB was the scene with The Legend, Paul Reiser. So many good lines. (x)

The legend dialogue was the audition scene for Jensen.  (x)

How was it being Dean again? “Like slipping into an old pair of sneakers. Just leaning against that car again…” There will not be a lot of visible Dean in it though. They reshot some of the Pilot. John Schowalter (sp?) stepped in 4 Sigriccia.He’s excited for us to see it.  (x)

Favorite beer in Family Business? He doesn't know, because there's a rotation of beer types and he hasn't been home for 2 months... but he likes Grackle  (x)

Fave beer on tab? Since he hasn’t been home in 2 months, he doesn’t know what’s on tab right now, but the Grackle is always on and it’s his go to. “But don’t drink too much of it, it’ll get ya.”  (x)

(x)

‘Is it time for apple juice? Someone let me know when it’s 12’ (x)

Does he want to be the lead on another long running show? Yes, he has no problem with it. A few projects in early development with him as lead, particularly a movie he’s excited about. But he doesn’t talk about things until they’re a sure thing, so no teasers. (x)  He just likes good stories, to entertain. That’s his thing. (x)

JENSEN TALKED ABOUT THERE BEING PROJECTS. AT LEAST ONE MOVIE. AND THE LEAD ON A TV SHOW. NOTHING FOR SURE YET. BUT THEY'RE SITTING DOWN AT TABLES. HE JUST DROPPED THAT BOMB? (x)

‘I would take a lead again, if the story was right’ (x)

Jensen wants “apple juice” and two of the three bottles are actual apple juice. “You tricked me. What is going on here.”  (x)

‘It’s actually apple juice - you tricked me!’ (x)

At his first con in the UK, a multi fandom con, he thought he was just a face in the crowd and Jensen and Wayne were overwhelmed with the reception. First time Jensen thought “we might get another season”  (x)

How is Jensen practicing his voice drop? He never had any proper training, never did any work, it just naturally went down. It’s JDMs fault. “He’s so cool. I wanna be him when I grow up. I’m still waiting for that.”  (x)

Jensen says that in the first season of SPN admired Jeffrey Dean Morgan so much that he wanted to be like him when he grows up. (x)

He doesn't think his singing voice has changed that much over the years, his speaking voice has changed more. And he never took singing lessons or anything like that!  (x)

#Jensen Ackles #JIB12 #JIBCon2022 #Jensen: Panel Highlights #ah Jensen in a movie... I will enjoy that so much #*

[hologramcowboy]

What do you even love about Jensen?

Anon, I realize you are trolling and me responding is pointless but...here are a few of the reasons I love Jensen:

I love that when he smiles genuinely he lights up like an angel. (Unfortunately his genuine smiles have become very rare)

I love his angel-like voice (not the fake macho one he uses, I am referring to his original voice, it is perfect for storytelling.

I love that he can be a powerful and inspiring storyteller when he chooses to deeply connect to his characters.

I love his iconic presence.

I love how he can vibe full of grace or lost in darkness with so many layers of mystery. I love how dynamic he can be at times in his acting choices.

I love that he looks just like the archetype I used to imagine growing up. Seriously, it's like someone drew him after reading my mind.

I love his eyes endlessly because they contain a universe of light and dark and all that's in-between.

I love that he can be a leader when he chooses to do the right thing and he can inspire many.

I love that he only expresses appreciation when he is truly floored with it. (in my experience)

I love that he is confident in a healthy way at times and that allows him to play others up.

I love the innocence his gaze sometimes has, I could get lost in that forever. (Goes back to the archetype I grew up imagining)

I love his talent, when he connects deeply he is just so wonderful to enjoy.

I love that he is this perfect balance of perfect and flawed look wise so much so that is beauty is almost otherwordly.

I love the immensity I see in him (sorry wish I could explain this in words but it's so powerful it just spontaneously brings me to tears and I can't even explain why).

I love when he uses his influence to help others.

I love his singing when he decides to sing on key. I love his humor when he gets lighthearted and tries to bring everyone joy.

I love all the ways in which he adores and supports Jared.(Just as much as I dislike when he does the opposite)

I love that he sometimes looks like a fallen angel with a chip on his shoulders.

I love the pain he hides because it breaks my heart and is endlessly beautiful at the same time.

I love it when he genuinely gets goofy and lighthearted.

I love that he can take my breath away (those who know me know how hard that is to do) Most of all, I love the love and joy he inspires and I hope he'll give himself a chance to grow and impact even more people.

I love that my heart explodes with appreciation and joy whenever I get to see him act. So much so I get teary eyed before I even know what's happening.

I love that he can make me smile, make love everything and everyone especially during most painful times in my life. He saved my life in his own way and I will always love him for that. Pretty sure God put him in my path to uplift me. 💕

There is much more but that's all private and I can't really put it into words anyway.

I know you were most likely trolling but thank you for giving me an opportunity to recall and focus that energy.

#jensen appreciation #Jensen Ackles

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

I hope I managed to do Jensen justice!! It was very fun trying to find stuff that fit into his aesthetic! (and now pintrest thinks i'm very into motocycles...)

Thank you for sharing so much about Jensen and Bryce!! They are amazing!!

omg ty this is amazing!! im so bad at aesthetic boards so this is truly the best gift ever im obsessed. the boots will forever be iconic and like,, ofc he matches outfits to his bike

#tysm i love this #keep #jensen valentine #asks answers

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I decided to make another witchy post with regards to Gen because one of my best friends watched Walker last night from last week and was outraged Geri gave away one of Cordell's shirts at the charity sale Emily gave him. She said to me "I swear Gen does things like this" and brought up a story she heard about Gen having burned a pair of jeans. I decided to look this up to see if it was true, not because I didn't believe her (I the most certainly did) but because I wanted to see the source of this as she didn't remember the con this story was told at.

Lo and behold, this story was told at Vancon 2019 during the J2 main panel with regards to a pair of jeans Jared had. When the question where this story was shared, he was initially a bit hesitant to answer it and seemed slightly embarrassed about what seemed like an innocent question: "Who is your style icon?" He then talked about how he had stapled these jeans he had for a pretty long time, boot cut style jeans (or should I say Jensen took over most of that conversation). Look and listen between around 32:20 and 36:31. It is around 36:19 is where Jensen says "when he wasn't looking I think I think she had a little bit of a ceremony in the back yard and she lit them on fire". A little bit before that they were talking about how these particular jeans were held together by staples and as Jared said around 36:08 Jensen said "they didn't work, they were held together by metal!" Then Jared while having his hands clenched in fists and smiling a little said "and love" and went on to say "long story short, I never did get rid of them but they did vanish".

Now, I also read some of the comments saying things like "Hope Gen salted those jeans before she burned them, don't want those things to come back to haunt you for all eternity" and "in regards to Jared's jeans... Been there. Done that. Will probably do it again" and "They would held together by metal!!! …..And love lollllllll". Before I have idiots come to my inbox or post behind my back without mentioning my name like a coward saying I don't know how to make light of things or how to just enjoy a good story and laugh, I will say this. Jensen decided to chime in and answered half of the question for Jared with regards to this question about clothes and fashion icon.

Now, if you want to go ahead and watch when Jensen is answering the question about himself after the time mark slot I told you to look at, you will see that Jared is looking off into "space", looking in different directions and at one point starts to put the microphone up to his jaw and lifts his bottom jaw up and down. The microphone and jaw tidbit while staring off into the distance sounds a bit like "stimming" to me and he looked lost in thought at this point. Things like rubbing your legs, clenching fists, wringing fingers, etc. indicate discomfort, feeling threatened, or sensing conflict. [X] [X] [X] [X] A few sources you can check out for yourselves, 'cause I know for a fact some morons will come along and think I'm making shit up or looking for a reason to dislike someone.

Sure, it's all fun and games saying things like I hope she salted the jeans before burning them but wait until someone comes along and burns your stuff, then it won't be so funny anymore. Why she didn't think like a caring wife who is aware of things like him loving those jeans and taking them to a seamstress, getting them PROPERLY fixed and then giving them as an anniversary gift or something like I would've in her shoes (or really most caring, SANE partners would) instead of burning them when he wasn't looking, I can't tell you why but I can guess. It's clear he was embarrassed answering a rather innocent question because he was not happy talking about these jeans being gone and clearly was getting made fun of for the jeans. Staples are no solution for clothing true but DON'T go burning someone else's shit seriously...

According to this Tumblr post and other sites with regards to actions within witchcraft practices:

Burning - Burning an object is a common practice in spells and rituals. Fire is considered a cleansing and activating force. If you want to destroy something’s influence, burn it and dispose of the ashes away from your home. If you want to set something into motion, burn objects related to the situation to ash. If you want to activate certain energies, burn objects related to those involved. If you are performing a curse or hex, burn the object in the flame of a candle.

Something funny occurred to me last night while I was painting my son's piggy bank for his birthday coming up. I realized his ex girlfriend on screen and off screen Alexis Bledel (hello Gilmore Girls, Jared's first major TV role!) starred in the "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" movies, which is about a group of 4 friends who bond over a pair of "jeans that magically happen to fit us all" and take turns sharing while they are in different parts of the world over some years. Close to the end of the the second movie, Lena Kaligaris (who is played by Alexis Bledel) gets upset when her grandmother tells her that her sister Effie lost the magical pants after she was upset with Tibby's ex and now Effie's also breaks up with her. Interestingly enough, the first movie was released May 31, 2005 (photography started May 17, 2004), which was a few months before the first episode of Supernatural aired on September 13, 2005. The second movie was released August 6, 2008, which was apparently a few months before Jared and Gen started to officially date and about a month after they met. Of course the girls or "sisters" did also patch up the jeans and put other things on the jeans. It seemed to be implied these jeans ended up in the water somewhere in the fourth book and Effie didn't just "accidentally" lose them.

At the end of the summer, Effie, depressed at the loss of Brian to his original love, runs off to spend a week in Oia, Greece with her grandmother. She impulsively decides to take the Traveling Pants with her in order to get back at Tibby (for getting back together with Brian) and Lena (for always choosing her friends over her sister). She accidentally loses the Pants so she calls Lena, and when the other girls find out, they all travel to Greece to try to find them. It is here that Lena patches things up with Kostos and finds out everything was a mistake. Despite days of searching, the girls do not find the Pants. However, they enjoy spending time together, realizing that they haven't all been together in a year. They went to the ocean and saw a color in the ocean from something, the pants. They also realize that they had begun to rely on the Pants to maintain their connection, rather than trying to maintain it themselves. They vow to always maintain their bond but not to allow it to keep them from moving forward.

Ironic also how it was Lena played by Alexis who also at one point almost drowned while wearing the pants during the first movie, who was Jared's onscreen ex girlfriend as Rory Gilmore on "Gilmore Girls" and offscreen ex girlfriend, which lasted about a year between 2000 and 2001. What he said about it to Glamour in February 2021:

The "Supernatural" star then finally broke his silence in a February 2021 story with Glamour, revealing that the two hit it off while playing a fictional couple on the set. "It is true! But I had never met Alexis before the show. We did date," he told the outlet. "When Alexis and I met, we were both 17 years old and were both Texans and kind of in this new, strange city, and I was like, 'Hey, want to go out to dinner?' I don't know if we tried to keep it a secret. I wish it was scandalous or something! I think it was more kind of silly. We were two 17-year-old kids who were like, 'Hey, you want to go bowling?' It wasn't anything super juicy."

Oh my, how is all of this relevant you ask? I would say that Gen burning Jared's favorite jeans he had for years before he started dating Gen was at best questionable. I am going to guess that this was a bit of a ceremony just like Jensen said and that she was hoping to burn away the influences of his past. 'Cause "letting go" of past influences seems to be key here, like of old former loves. Jared did say the jeans were held together with love. He just wants love Gen, isn't a big money hungry man but whatever. Synchronicities are a thing, and it seems to me that the burning of these jeans ultimately actually "burned the bridge" between Gen and Jared beyond this lifetime.

I posted this newly released song "The Prophecy" by Taylor Swift in a post earlier and I believe it's not only relevant to Jensen but also Jared as well. Check out the song and lyrics below ♥ However, if someone wants to look at why someone would burn stuff from a psychological or criminal justice point of view, the most common reasons include profit, extremism, crime concealment, and what the applicable reason here would be revenge (real or perceived injustice) or just downright spite. There are laws today about burning people's things for a reason. It's legally not acceptable, it's not psychologically acceptable and in cases like this it is not acceptable in the eyes of higher powers.

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle Oh, but it's gone again And it was written I got cursed like Eve got bitten Oh, was it punishment?

Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?

Cards on the table Mine play out like fools in a fable, oh It was sinking in Slow is the quicksand Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand Oh, still I dream of him

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?

And I sound like an infant Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moonAnd I look unstable Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight In shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me It'll be ok

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?

Who do I have to speak to To change the prophecy?

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh But it's gone again

Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said Please

I would like to hope this was a one time deal with Gen burning Jared's stuff. However, I have a strange feeling that Jared finds things like this somehow something that should be tolerated and is evident in Geri donating a beloved shirt of his not long after he gave her the left side of the dresser. He glued together a mug she broke as apparently some foretelling of their relationship. I'm sorry to say this but the parallel between Geri getting rid of a shirt Cordell clearly loved WITHOUT asking him first and Gen burning Jared's favorite jeans he loved is pretty similar. Hmmm....

#anti genevieve #black magic #synchronicity #arson #Vancon 2019 #Youtube

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bitch i loved salvatore, but what i came here to say is i fucking love your icon, starlight is so cunt and underrated, she my femcel queen and deserves so much more hype, plus she iconic af. im crossing my fingers the next season of the boys gives you an itch to write ;) <3 dk if your types old men but I heard Jeffery Dean Morgan gonna be in it x x

omg a Javi fan and a starlight Stan???? She's my everything I'm obsessed w her. I hope the new season does that too and omg yes for JDM he's gorge. Hope Jensen gets some screen time too! Maybe it'll free me from the monopolizing grip Pedro's characters have had on me for the past two months.

ty for your compliments I LOVE YOU

-em<3

#the boys #javier peña #narcos #starlight the boys #em’s answering machine <3

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get to know me better.

[or fandoms that I am fond of with]

[wanted to make this to show my interests]

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Tips: [ ♡ ] refers to most loved ones for me.

& for movies and tv series I wrote those that I wanted to write a fic about or make edits from them and read stories about them.

lastly, you can request an edit such as wallpapers and icons OR story/prompt/oneshot from these likings such as games [gow, ac, etc.] your wishes always welcome! & requests are open for both edits and stories.

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⋯ marvel/mcu  ⋯

favorite characters: loki, bucky b.[ ♡ ], stephen s. [ ♡ ], peter parker, wanda m.[ ♡ ], ghost rider, deadpool, natasha

favorite movies [mcu]: ragnarok, infinity war, the winter soldier, iron man

favorite tv series [mcu]: loki, wandavision

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favorite characters: batfam members, especially bruce wayne/batman[ ♡ ], superman, green lantern [hal], doctor fate, zatanna, john constantine

favorite movies:  the batman (2022 and nolan triology)[ ♡ ], constantine, joker

favorite tv series:  the sandman

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god of war – kratos [ ♡ ], atreus [ ♡ ], mimir, freya, brok and sindri, heimdall [don’t judge me pls, I just loving cocky characters]

detroit: become human – connor [ ♡ ], markus, kara & hank

dying light 2 – aiden, hakon

resident evil series – chris, leon, jill, ethan

assassin’s creed series – ezio [ ♡ ], altair, connor, alexios [ ♡ ] & kassandra, da vinci

other games I like [to play & to watch]: red dead redemption 2, heavy rain, the last of us, uncharted 4

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the boys – the boys members [ ♡ ], homelander [poor boy], maeve, soldier boy [very little far from putting the heart because of jensen’s amazing acting]

supernatural – dean, sam, castiel [ ♡ for all of these three], lucifer

other tv series I like/d: lost, obi-wan kenobi, sherlock, house of dragon & got

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star wars – obi-wan [ ♡ ], anakin/darth vader [ ♡ ], luke, leia, padme, r2-d2, [din djarin from tv series and ahsoka from animated series]

lord of the rings – nearly every character but mostly: gandalf, aragorn, sauron, galadriel

hobbit – also nearly every character but mostly: smaug, bilbo, thranduil, bard the bowman

other movies & movie series I like to watch for both the storyline and specific characters [there are so many because I am 100% movie lover but I will just write those I want to write about thanks to their characters]: the matrix [♥], twilight [thanks to robert pat.], the chronicles of narnia [ ♡ ], in time, the gentlemen, bullet train

new info will be added/removed from time to time, probably... and I hope you found common interests as me! I wanted to publish this as a personal post and something that you can get some information about me as well! thanks for visit my blog and this post, I wish to find you in my other posts & message section. have a nice day, night & life!  ♡   - rose.

#personal post #my interests #masterlist #??? #should I call it as masterlist? #vom #rose #gifs are edited by me #<3 #thanks for reading this #^^