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luxekook · 4 years

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chapter eight.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 6.5k

⇥ warnings: 18+, lots of cursing, general chaotic energy [more than usual], poly relationship, switch!reader, dom!joon, switch!jin, switch!hobi, sub!yoongi, sub!jk, sub!tae, sub!jimin, jk is a whole cutie, everybody gets their bob ross on, PUNS, pick up lines, smut [thigh kink, noona kink, marking, oral (f receiving), dom/sub themes, daddy kink, mentions of spanking, lots of lap sitting]

Chapter Eight

(Y/n) & Luna’s Apartment – 8:38am

I wake to the sound of thunder and groan as my eyes strain to focus on the rain pouring down outside my window. Hastily, I grab for my phone and scroll through my notifications. Yup, my friend Brianna - the president of the Alphites - had emailed to say that Habitat is cancelled for the morning.

What did this mean for my date? Swiping over to the group chat, I quickly type a message to the boys.

Queen (y/n), Worldwide Handsome, and 6 Peasants

8:40am, (y/n): “Yo, dweebs. No volunteering today because of the rain. Looks like our date is cancelled, too…”

I laugh evilly as my phone consequentially blows up with a series of question marks and exclamations. Just as I’m about to put a stop to the madness I’d caused, my phone screen darkens with the telltale chimes of an incoming FaceTime.

Not even bothering to shift out of bed, I swipe to answer. “Hi, Hobi,” I grin at my sunshine who looks a little pouty this morning. The metaphorical rain cloud over his head lessens marginally at my smile.

The puffy, bare-faced boy sighs and runs a hand through his wild hair. Obviously, Hoseok had just woken up, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to wake up next to him.

“(Y/n)? Did you hear me?” Hobi chuckles, bringing my attention back to my phone. “You weren’t serious, right? Our date is still on? We have the whole thing planned! The rain doesn’t even affect it! And—”

“Is that (y/n)?” A cry of uproar sounds from the background on Hobi’s end of the line. A thundering of footsteps commences; and, suddenly, I am faced with seven slivers of faces all crowded together.

“(Y/n)!” Jungkook rips the phone from Hoseok’s grasp and takes off out of the room. The background blurs as he runs. Faintly, I can make out blurry figures giving chase behind him. “(Y/n)! Please still come over. We have everything set up! Saturdays are always full of noona, and I don’t want to break the tradition.”

Letting out a laugh at the fluffy haired boy, I smirk, “First of all, let me just say that I’m glad you don’t subscribe to the whole ‘SaTuRdAyS aRe FoR tHe BoYs’ toxicity. And second of all, you do realize you just gave away the date plans, right?”

“Jungkook!” The shout from what could only be an enraged Seokjin echoes across the connection.

I watch in amusement as the background once again blurs. As the feed refocuses, Jimin’s beaming face greets me, and I roll my eyes at the realization that Jungkook must have tossed him the phone. Probably playing a game of ‘Monkey in the Middle’ with their eldest brother, I assume.

Deciding enough is enough, I retake control of the situation with the tried and true method of the shock factor™. “Hey, I’m naked.”

Silence falls.

Then comes the seven pairs of eyes crowding the screen that I had hoped for.

Disappointed huffs resound from the collective as I cackle, trying my best to ignore their indignant cries.

“Noona’s not even naked!”

“Why, there’s not even a boob to be seen!”

“She’s got us lookin’ like boo-boo the fool, boys…SMH!”

“Jin, did you just say ‘SMH’?” The boy opens his mouth to respond, but I decide there’s no time to discuss acronyms right now. Shaking my own head swiftly, I clear my throat, “No, never mind. Now that I have your attention, I need someone to tell me what the plan is. Am I getting out of bed today? Are we still doing the thing?”

“You can get out of your bed and into mine,” Taehyung’s words barely escape his mouth before he is pushed out of frame by at least four of the others.

“Tae, are you trying to get your name added to my punishment list?” I smirk as two boys in particular gulp, “Jimin and Jin already have the distinct honor. Isn’t that right, boys?”

“You can add my name, noona!” Jungkook gasps out, lunging once again for control of the phone. He is shoved out of the way by Namjoon.

“Oh, my little Kookie,” I laugh, “That would practically be a reward for you.”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your own punishment, (y/n),” Namjoon stares me down from the other end of the phone.

“I mean, you can try it,” I shrug, “But I’ll probably either like it or turn it around on you at some point. Just saying…”

“Sounds good to me,” Joon grins, his dimples popping out, “Now get your sweet ass over here so I can spank it.”

“Right now?” I double check the time, “It’s still not even nine fucking AM. What is this going to be? Some sort of all day extravaganza? Y’all better be feeding me.”

“Yah, do you know who I am?” Jin butts in from his small corner of the screen, ”You are in the presence of Worldwide Handsome Chef Extraordinaire Kim Seokjin! Of course you’re going to be well fed - both with my visuals and with food!”

“I have no words,” I say.

Jin forges on, “Speechless, eh? I’m used to it.”

“Could the two of you stop your gross flirting for one second so that we can actually convince (y/n) to come over?”

Yoongi’s scowl appears on screen as he takes control of the phone. Jin can be heard squawking indignantly in the background.

“Gross?” I raise an eyebrow, “That’s not what you were saying when you were teaching me piano.”

“Is that a euphemism?” Taehyung yelps.

“I think so,” Jimin answers darkly.

“Wait, what’s a ‘you feminism’ again?” Jungkook mumbles from somewhere in the room.

“Oh my god,” Namjoon moans, sounding completely done, “(y/n), I am begging you to hang up and call my phone so that I can actually let you in on the plan.”

“Bet,” I say, “I’ll call you in an hour. I’m going back to sleep.”

I hang up, abruptly cutting off their whiny protests. Boys can always wait. Extra sleep, however, must seized at every opportunity.

Sinking back into the bliss of my comfy bed, I smile as I flip my phone over and promptly fall back asleep.

(Y/n) & Luna’s Apartment – 11:57am

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n)!”

“(Y/n), for the love of Jared Padalecki, get your ass up!”

Groaning, I wave Luna off with a limp arm, still half asleep. “Go away,” my garbled words prove to be futile as she pulls the covers right off of me.

“Your entourage is here,” Luna hisses, grabbing my ankle and attempting to tug me off the bed.

“My what?” I kick at her hold, “Stop going all horror movie on me!”

“You haven’t seen horror! Horror is waking up to the furious sound of fists pounding at the front door and thinking your dark past of downloading music off of sketchy websites has finally caught up with you! Horror is pulling open the door in just your Harry Potter onesie only to be faced with seven hot and all-too-put-together dudes!”

My brain slowly wraps its away around the meaning of her words. “Oh, fuck.” I launch out of bed, flailing around for my phone.

111 Messages

34 Missed Calls

14 Voicemails

“Good god,” I toss my phone back on my bed and stalk past Luna into the living room where my ‘entourage’ is gathered.

“Okay, what the fuck,” I cross my arms over my chest as I stare down at the seven boys spread out across our second-hand sectional.

“Noona, you’re here!” Jungkook springs up from his seat and tackles me in a hug.

“Where else would I be? I fucking live here,” I mumble into his chest, annoyance slipping away with each breath.

“I told you she just overslept,” Yoongi mutters from the couch, sounding very much like he was dragged here against his will.

“Finally,” I say, pulling away from Jungkook to beam down at Yoongi, “An intellectual. Now, what about the rest of you overreactive imbeciles? Did you just come over so that you could snoop around where I live?”

As I say this, my eyes narrow on Namjoon. The boy is inspecting the teacup I had forgotten to put away last night like it’s a new archaeological find. My words fluster him, and he fumbles with the cup before it falls from his grasp to shatter on the floor.

“I am so sorry!” Namjoon yelps. The rest of the boys look on with disappointment but not surprise.

“That was my great grandmother’s teacup,” I whisper, falling to my knees dramatically.

“Namjoon, your destructive nature has gone too far!” Seokjin yells, scrambling over to me. My face is buried in my hands as my shoulders shake. I can’t hold it any longer.

I burst out laughing. “Oh my god, it’s fine, Joon. I’m kidding. It was just a cup from Target’s clearance section.”

“So evil!” Namjoon whines, “I was so worried!” Shuffling over to the hallway closet, I pull out our dustpan and broom. Walking back, I hand it off to Namjoon before he can attempt to pick up a fragment of the shattered cup.

“Don’t even think about using your bare hands, Joon,” I narrow my eyes at him, “A trip to Urgent Care does not count as a date.”

“Noona,” Taehyung pipes up, “You should join the Acting Club! Did I mention I’m the president?”

“Oh, here we go,” Yoongi scowls, flicking his eyes over to where Seokjin is rapidly turning a concerning shade of red.

Mount Seokjin erupts, “You’re only president on a bullshit technicality! Fifth years can’t be on Exec boards, you swine!”

“Yo, Seokjin, I’m really bummed about that policy, and Imma let you finish. But, let me just say that if y’all don’t leave so I can get ready, I will avoid you for the rest of time.”

Seconds tick by. I frown, “I don’t see movement. Why don’t I see movement?”

“Well,” Jimin hedges, shrinking under my gaze, “We figured you could just come back with us? It would save you a trip?”

The disobedience in this crew would drive me off a cliff. “I guess I was not clear the first time. I am going to drive myself because: 1) I can leave on my own terms and 2) I can leave an overnight bag in the car just in case. Although, that possibility is slipping away by the millisecond.”

“Alright! Time to go!” Jungkook barks, herding the boys towards the door.

As they practically run out the door, Namjoon turns back to me with an arched brow, “No going back to sleep.”

I salute him, “Scout’s honor. I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, I’m finally left in peace and quiet.

“Want to explain what that was all about?!” Luna stalks out of her room, “I need the tea!”

A full hour and a half later, I find myself in an eerily empty frat house.

“Y’all really kicked everyone out, huh?” I comment as I peer around each corner of the house. There is not a soul - besides these seven fools - to be seen.

“I mean, there are only three other people that actually live here permanently,” Namjoon counters, ever the diplomatic president, “The rest of the rooms are mainly for guests or if a member needs temporary housing.”

Humming noncommittally, I come to an abrupt halt when the dining room comes into view. All the furniture has been pushed to one side to make room for eight easels and an excessive amount of paint.

“It looks like a Michael’s threw up in here,” I marvel.

“Who is Michael?” Jimin pops up next to me with narrowed eyes. The rest of the boys file in behind him.

“My sugar daddy,” I deadpan, “He’s an artist.”

Namjoon cracks up, while Jimin pouts adorably. “I guess you know what we’re going to do now, baby,” Namjoon says, still chuckling lightly.

“We’re doing DIY Painting with a Twist!” Taehyung yells, “The twist is that there’s no wine. Namjoon said it could get ‘too out of hand’ - whatever that means.”

“What is everyone going to paint?” Hobi asks the room after a brief pause, “I’m going to make something for (y/n)! It’s a surprise.”

“That’s so sweet, Hobi,” I smile at the boy, “Thank you!”

Not a group to be outdone, the boys quickly affirm that they too had been planning to make something for me all along.

Rolling my eyes, I sigh, “Careful, I’m going to get used to y’all spoiling me.”

“Good,” Namjoon nods, “You’re learning.”

“Yes, daddy,” I tease, “Are you going to keep spoiling your good girl?”

“You’re not a good girl,” Yoongi laughs, “You’re a fucking force of nature.”

“Thank you,” I wipe a nonexistent tear from under my eye, “This is why you are currently my favorite.”

“What!”

“Wait, you have a running favorite?”

“How can I get to be your favorite?”

Five minutes later, the room is empty aside from Jungkook and I. The rest of the boys dispersed the moment they decided to make painting a competition for my favor.

“Aren’t you going to hide away, too?” I address the younger boy next to me.

“Why would I go anywhere else when you’re right here?” Jungkook shuffles closer to me, “Besides, I wanted to use a different canvas.”

“Ah, I see,” I nod sagely before pulling my long-sleeved shirt up and over my head.

“Noona!” Jungkook chokes as he takes in my slightly sheer tank top and the black bra that peeks out from underneath, “I meant your wrist!”

“Calm down, Kook,” I laugh, “I can put it back on if you want. I just don’t want to get paint on it.”

Jungkook shakes his head furiously.

He then grabs my arm gently, flipping it over so that the inside of my wrist faces up. His thumb brushes over my erratic pulse and pauses. “Are you nervous, noona?” His wide eyes stare up at me, “You don’t have to let me paint on you.”

“It’s okay, Kookie,” I say, brushing his fallen hair out of his eyes, “Paint me like one of your French girls.”

The boy’s cheeks bloom a bright red as he flashes me a small smile, “That’s one of my favorite movies.”

My heart swells as the cuteness that is Jeon Jungkook, and I can’t resist teasing him further. “Jungkook,” I whisper, leaning forward, “I would gladly share my door with you to keep you warm.”

“Noona,” He whines, trying to pretend like he wants to get away from me. I would rate his efforts a 1/10 considering his hand is still firmly wrapped around my wrist.

“The iceberg would melt because of how hot you are…” I keep going, arching closer to murmur in his ear, “Just like the Titanic, I would go down on you for hours.”

“Noona!” Jungkook yelps, “Stop playing with me!”

“Fine,” I pout, “But the offer stands.”

“You’re going to kill me…” He mumbles. Dipping his paintbrush into his nearby palette, Jungkook begins to etch the outline of what looks like some sort of flower onto my wrist. The strokes of the brush across my skin make me shiver - something that does not go unnoticed by Jungkook.

His eyes dart to mine, and I feel like crumbling under the weight of the adoration I find within them.

“Kookie,” I glance down, breaking the intensity before it consumed me whole, “What kind of flower is this?”

He mumbles something inaudible.

“What?” My ears strain to pick up the boy who for some reason decided to answer in the language of tiny.

“A tiger flower,” Jungkook turns away to grab a new brush, his hair failing to hide his flushed cheeks. I watch enraptured as he mixes the orange and white shades to get the end result he wants.

Returning to my wrist, he leans down and lightly blows across the drying paint.

“This is unfair,” I mumble as the boy continues to unknowingly seduce me. Or did he know? My eyes narrow as his gaze flicks to mine. Arching a brow, I decide to press him, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the matching tattoo on your forearm, right?”

“N-no,” Jungkook panics, eyes darting this way and that, “That would be Ludacris.”

Did he just— Not the time.

“Mhm,” I hum, ever the skeptic.

Jungkook swallows before once again resorting to tiny speak, “Okay, yes, it does. I’m asking you to love me, noona. Please.”

My breath escapes me in a whoosh as I stare dumbfounded at the pleading boy who once again starts to paint my wrist. Why is such a beautiful human lacking in adoration? Why does he need my affection when he has six other lovers?

“Why?” The question slips past my lips before I can catch it.

“Because,” He continues to paint, “I can see myself loving you for a very long time, and I just want to be loved back for just as long.”

The silence that falls after Jungkook’s admission feels safe and comfortable. His words swirl around my mind. And as he finishes the flower now adorning my wrist, I give him an answer I’m not even sure he had been waiting for. “Jungkook,” I wait until he meets my eyes, “I don’t think I’m in love with you yet. I’m not even sure I know what love is or what it feels like. But I can see myself falling for you. And I do know that there is a place in my heart labeled ‘Jeon Jungkook’, just like there are six other places for the rest of you… Y’all really do take up a lot of space.”

I let out a little laugh as Jungkook’s lips twitch in amusement. I continue, “It scares me sometimes. How I might fall for all of you and get heartbroken seven times over. But, I might also fall for all of you and get seven times the amount of love in return. And so I’m willing to fight for that chance. Besides, what’s life without a little risk?”

Jungkook is quiet for a moment, and then he whispers, “I really like you, (y/n)-noona.”

I lean closer to him. Our noses brush as I whisper back, “I really like you, too, Jungkookie.”

The smile I get in response is blinding, and I can’t resist pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m done!” Taehyung hurtles through the doorway, lugging a giant canvas that definitely had not been in the room earlier, “I call this masterpiece: ‘My Boo’.”

Gaping, I take in the massive canvas full of swirling colors and abstract shapes. It’s honestly overwhelming and a bit dramatic, but that is Taehyung. And I love it.

“It’s so pretty!” I coo, shuffling over to side-hug Tae.

He shyly hangs his head on my shoulder, “You really think so?”

“Yes, baby,” I nod, “Of course I do.”

One by one the other boys return to present me with their art. Seokjin presents a sea of rainbow colored hearts (“Get it? I see hearts when you’re around!”). Hobi shows off his technicolored sunset (“It’s how I feel when I look at you, (y/n)! Hopeful, but at peace.”). Jimin bashfully hands over a painting of two silhouettes dancing (“It’s us.” *blushes profusely*). Yoongi gives me a black canvas with a portion of lighter blue mixed in (“You make my world brighter.”). Finally, Namjoon shuffles over with a succulent plant in a painted flower pot (“I accidentally elbowed a hole through my canvas… This is my favorite plant, for you.”).

The boys also marvel over the flower that Jungkook painted on my wrist while the younger boy beams with pride. One of them mentions ordering pizza for dinner, and the room clears within seconds as the majority flees in search of a menu.

Namjoon is the last to remain, admiring the art etched on my skin. “You know what it means, right?” He murmurs, thumb tentatively brushing across the dried paint.

“He told me,” I nod, focused on the gentle caress of his fingers.

Namjoon lifts my hand to his mouth and places a light kiss. The motion takes me back to the memory of a few weeks ago where he first had performed the action. “I hope you know the sentiment extends to all of us as well.”

“Oh, does it?” I smile, “You might have to mark me to make it believable.”

“Consider it done,” Namjoon says before pulling me closer to him and placing his lips on my neck. What an opportunist, I muse as he bites down gently. His tongue flicks before his lips once again press down on my neck. Namjoon litters my neck with small kisses. I gasp as he suddenly returns to the initial spot and bites down slightly harder, sucking and licking at my neck afterwards.

“Joon,” I breathe out as he pulls back, looking all smug and proud of himself, “I will get you back for this.”

“I look forward to it, baby.” With that, Namjoon laces his fingers through my own and tugs me out of the room towards the ruckus being caused in the kitchen.

One hour later, the eight of us are piled on the massive living room sofa.

“I think I’m pregnant,” Seokjin moans, rubbing a hand over his stomach. “The father is Papa John.”

“I told you not to race to beat Kook to the last slice,” Hobi shakes his head, “No one ever listens in this house.”

“You get me, bro, you get me,” Namjoon extends his fist to Hoseok who fist bumps him.

I survey the room from where I’m perched on Taehyung and Jimin, one leg hitched over one of theirs. “I thought we were going to watch a movie?” I furrow my brows, “Or was that just a ploy to get me to stay longer?”

Jungkook scrambles to his feet, “I’ll go get Titanic!”

“No!”

“Please, god, no!”

“Noooo!”

The crestfallen expression that crosses Jungkook’s face tugs at my heartstrings. “Aw, Kook, I really inspired you with my words earlier, huh?” His pouting intensifies as he stalks back over to his end of the couch.

“Never let me watch what I want,” He mumbles. Sensing that this is an often fought battle, I shimmy off of Tae and Jimin and head over towards the youngest.

“How about this,” I reason, “Let the group decide what movie to watch, and I’ll sit with you during it.”

“Promise?” Large brown eyes peer up at me. At my nod, his expression brightens, and he pats his legs excitedly.

Settling down on his thighs, I realize I have made a grave miscalculation.

My thigh-riding kink + Jungkook’s muscular thighs = chaos

As the rest of the boys argue between watching Die Hard or The Hangover, I shift my hips slowly to try to get more comfortable. Jungkook’s swift inhale tells me that my move wasn’t as low-key as I had hoped.

“Noona, stop moving,” He mumbles into my hair, his arms firmly circling my waist.

“Sorry, baby,” I mutter back to him, trying hard to reign in my thirst.

The boys finally decide to watch Die Hard. Minutes tick by as the movie I’ve seen multiple times before plays on the screen. I’m only half paying attention, and I’m pretty sure Jungkook isn’t paying attention at all.

His fingers have shifted under my tank top and are drawing patterns onto the skin of my stomach. “So soft,” He marvels, his words ghosting across the skin of my neck.

The effect the boy has on me is deadly, and I retaliate with one of the only ways I can. I grind my hips slowly down onto his. The heat of his body warms my own, the hardness of his cock becoming more and more apparent underneath me.

“Noona,” Jungkook moans, “You’re so unfair.”

I whisper back, “You started it.”

He scoffs, moving my hair to one side of my neck, and pauses. “Oh, what’s this?”

“Don’t even think—”

His lips descend onto my neck, cutting me off mid-sentence. “Insolent child,” I breathe out, trying to keep my shit together despite finding it so fucking hot that Jungkook’s mouth is where Joon’s had been just over an hour ago.

Keeping my eyes firmly on the screen where John McClane is steadily taking down a whole crime organization singlehandedly, I try in vain not to imagine getting double teamed by Jungkook and Namjoon. By the time the credits roll, my panties are a mess. I can feel Jungkook practically throbbing underneath me from being so hard, and I’m pretty sure my nipples could cut through glass.

“What’d you think, (y/n)?” Hobi beams over at me from the other end of the couch.

I plaster a smile on my face like I hadn’t just been imagining the whole room naked and engaged in NSFW activities. “It was iconic as always!”

The boys seem to happily accept my answer. Well, most of them do. Yoongi is staring at me with a suspicious expression. Damn, that boy is too observant for his own good.

“Well,” I decide to try to regain some semblance of self-control, “Where did I put my keys?”

“WHAT!”

“You can’t leave! It’s only 9pm!”

“You said you would would stay overnight!”

I roll my eyes upwards, at least this provided Jungkook an opportunity to tug a pillow onto his lap. “I’m going to get my bag from the car, you fools.”

The boys let out a collectively sheepish “Ah”.

“I’ll walk you, noona,” Jimin stands, making his way over to my side.

“Trying to butter me up, baby?” I can’t help but ruffle his hair, “Okay, come on.”

Jimin and I make our way to the front door where my keys lie on the entryway table. Grabbing them, I head out into the darkness of the front yard with Jimin trailing after me.

“Will you sit with me for the next movie, noona?” Jimin asks, running a hand through his hair as we trek towards my parked Jeep.

“What’s in it for me?” I joke, unlocking the passenger side door and grabbing my bag. Turning back towards the house, I shut and lock my car behind me.

“Cuddles?” Jimin answers, eyes wide and bottom lip poked out.

“Stop that,” I moan, moving swiftly past him, “Puppy-Dog eyes? That’s so unfair!”

“Is it working?” He races to keep up with me, “I think its working.”

“You’re still on my shit list, Park Jimin,” I whirl around, drop my bag to the ground, and grab the front of his shirt. Moving to a standstill with his lips an inch from mine, I say, “Or did you forget?”

Jimin gulps, his eyes dark, “I didn’t forget. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

I place the lightest kiss to his lips, “Good answer.” With that, I pick my bag back up and waltz back into the house. “Are you coming?” I call at the boy still standing in the middle of the front yard.

“Now I know why Kook says you’re mean,” Jimin shakes his head at me as he regains the will to move.

“You’re a fast learner,” I comment, placing my keys back onto the entryway table. “I’ll sit with you.”

“Yay!” Jimin cheers, “I’ll go tell Taehyungie!”

“What?” I screech after the boy’s departing form, “I didn’t know this was some sort of package deal! Lord give me strength…”

Rifling through my bag to double check I have everything, I notice that I seem to be lacking a sleep shirt. How is it that I could pack three different pairs of socks for one night over but forget a fucking shirt?

“SOS,” I call out, zipping my bag back up. Once again, the sound of stampeding steps is heard before the seven of them appear above me.

“Someone needs to give me their biggest and comfiest t-shirt.”

A brief pause permeates the room before all seven boys dart into action. Left all alone in the entryway, I let out an incredulous laugh at how completely whipped I’m becoming for them.

After a few minutes, I hear them congregating in the hall just up the stairs. Just as I’m about to go investigate, they shuffle down. Namjoon presents me with a pile of what must be a selection of t-shirts from the bunch.

“We all want you to wear our clothes, so we decided to make it fair and just let you pick one without knowing who’s it is,” Seokjin explains.

Looking around the room, I can tell they all think this is a magnificent idea. Meanwhile, I’m baffled why they think I wouldn’t know who’s shirt is who’s just from the style, size, and smell. However, I decide to be a nice girl and play along.

“Okay,” I grab the entire pile along with my bag, “I’ll go change.”

“I’m so excited!” Taehyung bounces up and down, “She’s going to pick mine. I know it!”

“That’s because you gave her your Ce—” As Taehyung tackles Jimin to the floor, I take that as my cue to leave.

Speeding up the steps, I make a beeline for Yoongi’s room, entering and locking the door behind me. My bag is tossed on the bed first followed by the sea of mostly black and white clothing. They know me so well already.

I examine my options:

A white Balenciaga t-shirt with “Europe 2018” embroidered in red over the heart,

A soft pink hoodie by Marques’ Almeida with long black silky drawstrings,

A red and black striped Raf Simons long-sleeved shirt with sewn-on patches,

A Fear of God white t-shirt with the iconic “FG” on the front,

A black Mastermind t-shirt with the brandname and a skull and crossbones emblazoned on it,

A black Celine t-shirt also with the brandname on the front, and

A grey long-sleeved t-shirt by Carhartt with the name in blue along the sleeve.

Making my selection, I shake my head over the careless nature these boys handle their extremely expensive clothing. I am almost certain that Jungkook had given me the only shirt of the bunch that was under $100.

Regardless, I fold the rest of the shirts before stuffing them into my duffle bag. If they all want me to wear their clothes, I will - eventually. Quickly, I change into my sleep shorts, tug on what I assume is Hobi’s shirt, and head out of Yoongi’s room.

Opening the door, I blink as seven expectant faces shine back at me. Six expressions fall as one lights up even more. “You chose mine!” Hoseok cheers, running to engulf me in a hug that sweeps me off my feet, “Oh, you look so cute!”

“Can’t. Breathe.”

“Why’d you leave your stuff in Yoongi-hyung’s room, noona?” Taehyung pouts as the rest of the boys try to pretend like they also aren’t miffed.

“Because I’m going to sleep with him?” I march over to Yoongi and hug him from behind, pressing my lips to his cheek. “Is that okay with you, Yoongs?”

The boy grumbles under my show of affection, but his hands come up to clasp over mine as they circle his waist. “I can live with that, I guess.” The eye roll accompanying his words is so evident even when standing behind him.

“You’ll pay for that, baby boy,” I whisper in his ear before biting gently down on his earlobe, reveling in the cute little squeak that emits from him in response.

“She’s still sitting with me and Tae during the next movie, though!” Jimin - ever the instigator - interjects as the group makes their way back downstairs. Yoongi and I shuffle behind them.

The eight of us decide to watch The Hangover next since that had been the runner-up before. Once again, I’m draped between Jimin and Taehyung. This time, I’m fully placed on Jimin’s lap while my legs are sprawled out across Tae’s thighs.

My legs had barely even settled onto his lap before his hands were on them. This time I don’t even pretend like I’m paying attention to the movie. I’m more entranced by the way Taehyung kneads his way up my legs from my ankles to my calves to the insides of my thighs.

Meanwhile, Jimin is snuggled into me tightly. His face is shoved into the crook of my neck, and I honestly think he might be sound asleep. With each breath, Jimin’s pillowy lips brush my collarbone. I couldn’t tell if this is my own personal heaven or hell.

Looking up, I meet the dark gaze of Min Yoongi once again. Neither of us break eye contact as I try to read the look on his face and his body language.

He is either: 1) pissed off by something I did, 2) turned on by something I did, or 3) all of the above.

My hunch is the third. Testing that theory, I slide my tongue across my bottom lip. Sure enough, his eyes track the motion instantly before returning to mine. Bing-pot.

The movies seems to take way longer than it’s hour and forty-something minutes. I blame the combination of my sexual frustration and the varying degrees of awareness of it from the boys.

As soon as the credits roll, I extract myself from the holds that Jimin and Tae had on me. “I’m tired,” I lie.

“Aw,” Seokjin hurries over to me and sweeps me into a tight hug, “Get some beauty sleep, darling. Because, in the morning, I’m making pancakes!”

I place a swift kiss to his cheek, “Sounds perfect.”

I bid the rest of the boys goodnight with similar affections. Slowly, I make my way over to the stairs, knowing that Yoongi is trailing after me closely.

Making sure to put an extra swing in my hips, I climb up the staircase like I was getting paid to do it. Finally, I enter Yoongi’s room, turn to face the boy it belonged to, and tug him inside.

“What the fuck, Min Yoongi,” I hiss before closing the door behind him and shoving him against it.

“What?”

He has the audacity— I take a calming breath.

“You eye-fuck me throughout the entire movie and ask me ‘what’?” My hands curl into the fabric of his shirt.

A small smile makes its way across Yoongi’s face as my glower intensifies, “You can’t expect me not to think about that after you announce to everyone that you’re sleeping with me.”

“I didn’t mean literally, you buffoon,” I groan, turning away to head towards the bed.

Yoongi grabs my hips, halting me in place. “I know. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about what it would be like with you. What it would be like to be selfish with you.”

“You want to be selfish with me?” I ask softly, “What does that mean?”

“It means that I know that Tae was the first to get your mouth, but I want to be the first to give you mine.”

Yoongi’s words steal the breath from my lungs and the chill from my very soul. I gasp out, “You want to taste me, baby? That’s what you want?”

“More than anything,” Yoongi groans, pushing his hips into mine. “Please, (y/n), I’ll do anything to put my mouth on you.”

I pull away from Yoongi so that I can face him. His pupils are blown out, his hair is messy, and his expression is devastating with its pleading look. After being teased by so many of the others for the whole evening, he looks like my salvation.

“Okay,” I nod, lying down with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. “Do your worst. No, not the time for that expression. Do your best. Please.”

Chuckling, Yoongi sinks to his knees before me, running his hands up my legs and resting on the hem of my shorts. He sends me an asking look, and I nod. His fingers shake slightly as he pulls off my shorts.

Left in nothing but pair of lacy red boy-briefs, I shiver in anticipation as I feel Yoongi slip a tentative finger underneath the remaining material.

“Fuck,” He groans, sliding his finger up and down my folds, “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

“Well, do something about it,” I command, moving my hips up so that he might get the hint to take of my underwear. His finger slides out from underneath them and he doesn’t even hesitate before sucking it into his mouth.

“Yoongi,” I hiss, getting more and more impatient.

Yoongi pulls his finger out of his mouth, “Sorry, (y/n), I just want to savor this moment.”

“You can savor my pussy with your mouth,” I say, “Or are you all talk, Min Yo—”

Quicker than I can comprehend, Yoongi slides my panties to the side and licks a stripe up my folds. I moan as he sucks and licks at my pussy like a man possessed.

“Fuck,” I grab his hair and tug him closer, feeling him moan into me.

The build up of tension and frustration from being surrounded by these boys for the entire day has me on the brink of orgasm already.

Yoongi’s mouth closes over my clit, circling it with his tongue and flicking it slowly.

“More, Yoongi,” I demand.

He listens. Still worshipping my clit, Yoongi slips a finger inside me, curling it in such a practiced way I could scream.

He adds a second. Yoongi’s fingers thrust in and out of me as his tongue continues to taste and tease my pussy.

When he hits a certain spot in me, I moan his name, and I swear he growls. Repeatedly, his fingers hit that same spot inside me and I’m panting, trying my hardest not to come. Not yet.

“Harder!” I moan. Again, Yoongi follows like a good boy, his fingers and tongue picking up the pace.

Pausing to pull my legs over his shoulders, Yoongi meets my eyes. The pinkness of his lips glisten with my juices as he sighs, “I think you might be my new favorite meal.”

Before I can even respond, his resumes wrecking me. He fucks me with his fingers, grabbing at my ass with his free hand.

His mouth devours my pussy, wreaking havoc on my clit with every flick of his tongue.

My thighs quake as my battle to hold off coming becomes too much to endure. My back arches as the pleasure builds up with each quick stroke of his tongue and every movement of his fingers.

As if he knows exactly how to ruin me forever, Yoongi sucks on my clit harshly, and I come, my thighs trapping him between them. Despite it all, Yoongi continues to fuck me, lapping up everything like a starving man.

Soon, the overstimulation hits and I relax my thighs. Pulling his hair, I murmur, “Stop.”

Yoongi obeys.

“Come here,” I sit up, extending an arm out to him. He shuffles forward and when he is within reach I launch myself at him. Kissing him fiercely, I taste myself on his tongue.

“That was so good, baby,” I reach my hand up to stroke his flushed cheek. “Do you want me to help you out?”

“No,” Yoongi shakes his head, “I would rather eat you out again.”

“You’re insatiable!” I cry, tugging out of his hold. “We’ll see…”

a/n: this chap got away from meeee AHHHHHH it’s the longest one yet uwu hope u enjoyed! :) also this is v unedited bc i wanted to post asap so keep that in mind hehe

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friendsforanotherday · 4 years

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hmmm for the prompts: i have been pondering but i think imma go with 4 & of course kleinsen 😌

4. shoulder squeezes

“Jare?”

He’s shaken out of his reverie at the sound of Evan’s voice behind him, tired eyes turning to look at him, pausing as his vision wavers, forcing himself to blink it away, and comes back to himself to the feeling of Evan’s palm gently cradling his cheek.

“Jare? You with me?”

“Always.”

Evan’s sigh of relief is palpable in the dark of their room, only broken by the illuminated red numbers of their alarm clock. (When had his monitor timed out? Had it even been on in the first place?). He raises a hand to cover Evan’s, head moving minutely as he places a soft kiss on the inside of his wrist.

Jared can’t describe the look in Evan’s eyes as anything but soft: the way he looks at him with tenderness, especially in the dark of the night, where sleep and warmth have melted away all walls and reservations, bodies curling around each other like two puzzle pieces slotting into place.

“I couldn’t find you in bed, having trouble sleeping again?”

He hums out a reply, body unconsciously leaning forward until his head rests on Evan’s shoulder, arm moving from it’s place on-top of Evan’s to circle his shoulder, coming to rest on his back as he ignores the feeling of his desk chair digging uncomfortable into his stomach, breathing in the familiar scent of Evan.

He hears Evan huff out a laugh, feels him slowly rotate the chair until he’s resting more comfortably against him, body slumping even further once freed from it’s arm-rest prison, Evan’s hand moving up from his cheek to card gently through his hair.

“Think you can make it back to bed?”

Logically, he knows it’s barely 7 steps from their desk to their bed but he’s so tired he can feel it in his bones and even moving that amount feels daunting enough to have hot tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, head burying itself further into Evan’s shoulder like the problem will magically solve itself if he’s not looking.

“Hey, hey.” The words come out soft and soothing as his head is guided out of Evan’s shoulder until their eyes meet, sweet brown and teary blues. Jared feels ripped open, emotions spilling past the seams of walls crumbled by pure exhaustion and the love he can see filling up the entirety of Evan’s face, partially obscured by concern creeping it’s way in and Evan’s own tears he can see, just about being held back.

“You’re ok, Jare. Ok? I got you.”

“It just feels so big and I don’t know why.” The admission is nothing more than a whisper, broken up by soft sniffles and barely-balled fists coming to swipe half-heartedly at burning eyes, before gently being pulled away as he feels the soft cotton of Evan’s sleep shirt wash over hot cheeks, catching the tears.

Soft hands cradle his face and he feels a feather-light kiss to his forehead, before hands drift down to his shoulders, squeezing lightly in reassurance before continuing their descent, brushing down his arms, lightly circling his wrists as he feels their hands clasp together.

“That’s ok. Things are allowed to be big, Jare. It’ll be easier to deal with sleep, though.”

“Ev-”

“You trust me, don’t you?”

He nods. Past experiences have taught him that he trusts Evan implicitly; there’s not much he wouldn’t do for his boy. Even if that means braving the barely 7 steps needed to collapse into bed.

He feels Evan gently tug on their joint hands, slowly bringing him to standing as he wobbles on tired legs, threatening to buckle under his weight as he leans forward into Evan’s chest, needing a moment to steady himself before mumbling into the fabric of his shirt.

“You won’t let me fall?”

“Never.”

Evan’s arms come to circle round his back before slowly walking the two of them backwards until a gentle bump tells Jared they’ve arrived at their destination, Evan deftly switching their positions before pushing him down slowly until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed before breaking their embrace to reach down and swing his legs onto the bed before deftly crawling over to lie beside him, pulling the covers over the two of them.

Jared feels Evan’s arms encircle him again, his breathe warm against the nape of his neck, as he joins their hands, placing gentle kisses to his shoulder as Jared feels tired eyes flutter shut, body finally allowing itself to surrender itself to sleep.

#asshole answers #deh #jared kleinman #evan hansen #kleinsen #ok this is Barely about the shoulder squeezes and im sorry but.....They #long post #in case the read more doesnt work bc its Tumblr #jeremyisnotheererntryagainlater

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dimples-of-discontent · 5 years

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My Cockles Crack Masterpost:

Hello, yes, did any of you need a little pick-me-up? I know I do. So I’ve collected for you all most of the Cockles crack that I’ve written. I left off collaborative pieces of crack and ones attached to long gifsets. But all the text posts (especially “Jensen vs. Jensen’s brain”) are all there. I’ll drop a cut somewhere since this baby is long but I hope you all enjoy.

LONG LIVE TEAM DUMPSTER MANSION!!!

Dabb: So, let’s have AU Cas.

SPN writers: Cool. Why don’t we ask Misha to do one of his accents?

Jensen: *flings door open* *pants* AM I TOO LATE?! DID I MISS IT?!

BONUS alternative by @postmodernmulticoloredcloak:

Dabb: So, let’s have AU Cas.

Everyone: …

Jensen: *starts vibrating at a very high frequency*

Misha: …okay I’ll do an accent

Isn’t it so weird that none of Jensen’s kids look like Misha?

Jensen is CONSTANTLY hosting his own episodes of Queer Eye and every one is about Misha.

[Below the cut]

Jensen: *looks up suddenly and stares into the middle distance* *vibrates at a high frequency*

Danneel: What is it, babe?

Jensen: Somewhere…Misha is doing an accent. Badly. He’s doing it badly, but he’s still doing it.

Danneel: You’ve gotta go!

Jensen: You’re right, I’ve gotta go!

Somewhere in Austin a high-pitched whistle blows.

Jensen, holding his ears and running into the kitchen: Alright, alright! What?!

Danneel, points wordlessly at laptop screen where this is displayed.

Jensen: Oh no.

Danneel, accusatory: I thought you HID those!

Jensen: I did! *pause* Why would he look in my dirty laundry anyway?

*Danneel stares*

Jensen: Oh right. I guess he needed something to wear.

Danneel: Pretty dumb, babe.

Jensen: Hmmm…yeah. *pause, then, hopeful* I guess we couldn’t fly to Hawaii to get them, right? *pause* No, no of course not. *mumbles* Damn shorts.

Text convo, probably:

Jensen: mish miss you. send me a pic.

Misha: *photo of something random like an interesting leaf*

Jensen: no, i mean like i MISS you miss you. send a pic of you.

Misha: *photo of his foot*

Jensen: oh for fuck’s sake! *posts flex meme and tags misha in it*

Jensen: there now it’s public you have to do it. and you can fuck off.

Misha: *sends dick pic*

Me: god Misha has the perfect jawline. Not that it matters.

Lizard brain: lick it

Me: yes, yes if I actually had a real relationship with him that would be well and good but…

Lizard brain: LICKIT

Me: yes, yes I heard you but what’s crucial is that Misha is one of the very best humans out there not that he has the stubbled and chiseled jawline of a Greek god so I really think we should focus on…

Jensen (in the distance): oh my God! it doesn’t have to be a choice, dummy!! L I CK IT!!

Jensen’s brain: It’s Misha’s birthday. We love Misha. Say it.

Jensen: No. We are in public. I am just going to call him “the man” and post a cute pic of us in matching outfits.

Jensen’s brain: NOOOOOO…SAYITSAYITSAYITWELOVEHIMSAYIT

Jensen: God fine ok…but I’m using an emoji not words.

Jensen’s brain: Acceptable.

Jensen: And also I’m going to add “bro”.

Jensen’s brain: …. 😒

Jensen: So now no one will ever know.

Jensen’s brain: 🙄

(About this mess right here)

Jensen’s brain: hold his hand

Jensen: NO it will look gay!

Jensen’s brain: but…you are gay for each other? so who cares?

Jensen: Yes, but we can’t LOOK gay ok? So just shake hands.

Jensen’s brain: fine 🙄

**Jensen does whatever this subby, hand-groping bullshit is**

Jensen’s brain: is that…. is that how humans shake hands? in a non-gay way?

Jensen: Shut up.

Jensen’s brain: i’m just trying to understand

Jensen: Shut up, asshole

Jensen’s brain: 😏

Look, I know it’s not going to happen, but all I want in life is for Jensen to respond to Misha’s shirtless video by saying “Hey Mish, if you need a shirt I have a few old ones for you.”

New theory: Jensen gives Misha so many shirts because otherwise his natural inclination is to run around bare-chested and Jensen’s poor, queer heart cannot handle it. (Photo version.)

Cockles trash cat meme origin

So you know how you sometimes go out with you friends and one of them gets way too drunk and ends up getting confessional with someone they don’t know that well? And you kind of want to stop them but, y’know, it’s their life and their choices so you have nothing to do but sit back and watch and be equal parts mildly horrified that they are spilling secrets to a relative stranger and incredibly amused at how they will feel about it later?

THAT is how I feel watching Misha tell the same story, over and over, about wearing Jensen’s hand-me-down shirts.

Misha, you’re currently my intensely emotional drunk friend and you need to stop before you reach the point of crying in the club. Neither of us can handle that. Thanks in advance.

Misha on social media: hahaha…Jensen is my cabin boy…that means he’s a sub who likes BDSM…hahaha…gonna make a comment about a giant space tongue rimming Jensen b/c why not lolz…gonna post a pic of myself covered in white goo and imply that it’s come from the conclusion of a threesome with Jensen and Jared…haha I’m such a scamp…I’m just incorrigible…teehee…

Misha when a fan mentions clothing: WHAT’S A JENSEN??? I’ve never heard of one and even if I had I definitely wouldn’t have had any non-heterosexual thoughts or feelings about him…and we’re absolutely not so close that we share in casual intimacy without a second thought…what could possibly make you think that?? I DON’T EVEN LIKE JENSEN OK!!!

Stages of Cockles in Gifs.

I feel like Jensen is one con away from straight-up answering an only tangentially-related question with, “…and that’s why I love Misha. You do know I love Misha, right? Like, love love him, like the way we love our wives. I feel like you guys get it so let’s just move on. Next question!”

At the next con, Jensen and Misha will be projecting the words “JUST SO YOU KNOW, I LOVE THIS MAN” on the side of the building across from the hotel in case you somehow miss that message in their panels.

At the next con, Jensen and Misha will be screening a 12-minute video that is just them giggling while one of them films the other; there will be no lines and nothing else will happen. Fandom will deem it a masterpiece.

At the next con, instead of his usual classic rock covers, Jensen will be performing a spoken word piece about how great Misha is, accompanied by Jared on bongos and Richard Speight on the kazoo.

In the final episode we are brought to the realization that the show DOES exist in our universe and on our timeline and that this entire time J2M have ACTUALLY BEEN TFW and kept this cover story about being actors on a TV show to keep us from knowing what they are really up to. Most of the show is just footage of their lives, though some of the things on the show were just absurd and to keep us off track.

Misha Collins is an actual angel. Jensen Ackles is a grumpy-faced softie with the biggest nerd streak. Jared Padalecki is a fiercely loyal and intelligent guy who has fought off more than his share of darkness. Gen and Danneel are actually supernatural creatures though neither will fully commit to being an angel or demon. Vicki is too powerful to be captured on film. And of course Jensen and Misha have been husbands for years. It was hard to hide that one on the show.

Jensen: *does interview quote game on his own* Great! Now, I’m gonna go get Misha. He’s gonna be so terrible at this game lol…He has the worst memory and never watches the show…hahaha isn’t that so cute?

Interviewer: oh actually we weren’t quite done interviewing you…

Jensen: yeah but Mish is gonna be so bad at this and I can’t afford to miss that! Imma go find him right now!

Interviewer: you really don’t have to…we’re actually talking to you all individually.

Jensen: ….

Interviewer: y’know, so we can cut the clips together?

Jensen: ….

Interviewer: And because you probably have a lot of other interviews at this huge press event for your 300th episode?

Jensen: ….. Yeah, no, I’m getting him right now. Hey, Mish! Get in here!

Filming with JenMish (aka “why’s Dean wearing a seatbelt?”)

**Jensen makes a dirty joke and Misha cracks up** **Misha and Jensen playfully push each other around the front seat of the car** **Misha says one thing that is mildly amusing and Jensen falls over laughing**

Sanchez, conferring with Bob Singer: What do you do to stop this?

Singer: strap one of them down

Sanchez: You mean, like, tell them to get it together or else?

Singer: No, no. I mean LITERALLY strap one of them down.

Sanchez: ….

Singer: Why do you think they get tied to so many chairs? **sighs** These two have cost us so much in duct tape.

photographer: alright, everyone, fight each other for pie! jensen: mish, you should pull my hair. misha: why? it’s not like that would stop you moving your arm. jensen: …. jensen: misha. you. should. PULL. MY. HAIR. misha: ooohhhhhh! jared: I don’t want to be here for this.

Cockles is the gay booze cruise of ships.

a text exchange that probably happened: jensen: I can’t believe ur still going running on vacation jensen: nerd misha: hello to you too. … misha: awww, babe, you must really miss me! that comment is so sappy! jensen: shut up misha: you “dig” the “WHOLE THING” huh? jensen: fuck off misha: don’t I know it!! jensen: fuck OFF misha: now I have to go like it. … misha: ok done. you huge softie. jensen: not always misha: oh really? misha: how about now? jensen: not now jensen: call me misha; as you wish…

Jensen’s brain (Jensain): holy shit!! look at our hot husband!! mmm…we like the grey and the sweat and the beard and, hey, did we give him that shirt? Jensen: yep. Jensen’s brain: and he sounds all smart and sincere, which turns us on….WOW we’ve been apart for too long! Jensen: tell me about it. Jensen’s brain: Say something about how good he looks. Jensen: I can’t. It’s public. Jensen’s brain: You gotta. Jensen: I. CAN’T. Jensen’s brain: But how these bitches gonna know he’s yours!? Do you know how many people are looking at this video RIGHT NOW?! Jensen: OMG Jensen’s brain: OMG Jensen: they gotta know… Jensen’s brain: YESSSSS!! DO IT!! Tell everyone the sexy, scruffy, deep-voiced, poetry-reciting motherfucker standing in the sunlight belongs to you! Jensen: I can’t say that. I’m just..gonna…tease him? about something? Jensen’s brain: u serious? 😒 Jensen: Well…no… Jensen’s brain: tell him you like the whole package! Jensen: I cannot use the word “package” about Misha in public. Jensen’s brain: 😏 Jensen’s brain: Fine! Can you at least mention how strong he is? Jensen: … I guess that’s less…gay… Jensen’s brain: uh-huh, sure. way less gay. 🙄 Jensen: ok, I did it. now leave me alone. I have to post a picture of my family so that no one suspects I only logged in because I have alerts set for Misha. Jensen’s brain: … Jensen’s brain: hey, you know who looks sexy in flannel PJs?? Jensen: ALRIGHT THAT’S IT

me: *wakes up in a cold sweat and sits upright in bed*

But how much of the mockumentary did Jensen shoot??!?

Misha is busting out of his shirt and jacket in those EW pics again, which makes me think something like this exchange must have taken place:

EW stylists: So, what size is Misha? SPN costumers: Eh, he’s the small one. EW stylists: But…he doesn’t…look small? SPN costumers: Nah, trust us, he’s the small one. EW stylists: Uh, looks more like he’s a 6’ wall of muscle but ok Misha: What’s a clothes? I will wear it. *Jensen sobbing in the background*

”I’m Full Frontal in Here Dude: Guest Starring Misha Collins” title of Jensen’s sex tape.

Jensen’s brain: you should give Misha that valentine.

Jensen: Yeah, good. It will work for the video. Like, as a joke.

Jensen’s brain: no. not joke. he’s your valentine.

Jensen: No he’s…

Jensen’s brain: you can’t lie to me. I’m you.

Jensen: shit. that’s true.

…

Jensen’s brain: Sooooo…valentine?

Jensen: Fine, but I’m gonna call him “buddy” when I give it to him.

Jensen’s brain: 😐

Jensen: People can’t KNOW!!

Jensen’s brain: You literally just called him your valentine on camera on a livestream but OK WHATEVER make sure you say “buddy.”

Jensen: I did WHAT??!

Jensen’s brain: Why do I bother? 🙄

Destiel AU where Cas is a poet who writes secret poems for Dean and posts them anonymously to an Instagram account that he gets Dean to follow and Dean falls in love with the mystery man he feels is speaking to him…and then realizes it was the guy he already crushed on from afar.

aka AU where Destiel is Cockles (with some tiny changes)

#masterpost #cockles masterpost #cockles crack masterpost #my stuff #bex writes #though sometimes only crack #my cockles crack #cockles crack #these two idiots #jensen vs jensen's brain #jensain #cockles humor #life in the trash can #jensen trash cat ackles #pray4jensen #pray4misha #pray4us #TEAM DUMPSTER MANSION #rps for ts

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amwritingmeta · 5 years

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JiB10

So, last year, for various reasons, I didn’t actually put down my experience of JiB, but are y’all ready to hear all about this year’s experiences and adventures?

Well, in condensed form. I mean, what is this - LiveJournal? (okay yeah kinda is but no not going into excruciating detail here just the best bits) (the choice cuts, as it were) (watch me go full butcher) (it’ll be entertaining I swear) :P

So, firstly, I’m a panel rat. I fucking love those panels. All the panels. It’s mainly why I get the Angel Pass, because the seats are so good and I’m all about them good seats, yeah?

I have friends who spend a whole lot of time in line for ops or for autos and I just… can’t… do that. Not when there’s talking happening and answering of questions and just that room being MAGIC, because the entire con feels so inclusive and filled with open-minded like-minded human beings who share in our love of this glorious show.

I started a JiB Log, but figured I’d get too distracted to actually update it regularly, because that’s what last year was like. When you’re not in a panel you’re either walking to grab something quick to eat (have to commend the little smoothie place at the airport, because they did good sandwiches and really good coffee at a reasonable price) or you’re heading to the hotel bar to get absolutely plast-… No, actually didn’t do that this year, so correction: or you’re heading to the hotel bar to see who’s there and catch up with people who have been to their ops and are still shaking with excitement.

(you can also comment on the wonderful imagination of strangers in the ladies’ room when you see them shaking with excitement and are dressed up in bridal gowns) (okay there was one lovely dressed up as a bride so maybe plural is the wrong way to go but the sentiment holds true) (JiBers - you are so fucking awesome and I LOVE YOU ALL)

Okay, so wanna know the most basic things I’ve learned about how to JiB? I mean… if you don’t, then stop reading, I guess, because imma tell ya. #fairwarning

Bring Snacks (you won’t regret it)

Bring Alcohol (you won’t regret it)

Good Footwear (you won’t regret it)

Clothes For Every Occasion (you may regret it if you overpack) (don’t overpack) (Google “packing tutorial by Jensen Ackles”) (worth it)

Choose Wisely (just general solid advice) (I mean, get your priorities straight) (panel rat or up close and personal kitty cat) (or both) (sidenote: I take it choosing to be both is quite stressful) (make sure that your stress sensors are up and that you don’t overdo it) (switching between rat and cat is bound to be internally messy) (okay that actually came out as not haha solid but actual solid advice so yeah) (be prepared that doing both is difficult!) (and having lots of ops and wanting to do all autos means probably missing a whole lot of panels for standing in line and waiting) (even the solo panels with the main players or - and I will question your sanity - the joint panels that close the weekend) (well not the very final panel) (nobody missed the J2M panel because all ops and autos had closed by then) (but yes prioritise wisely)

Be Open (because, no matter what, you are bound to meet someone you click with at this event) (most people) (actually every stranger I gave a throwaway comment to) (were so chill and happy to have a brief chat or share a moment with me) (so even if you’re traveling by yourself you are bound to feel embraced) *jazz hands rome magic*

Pinches of Salt (take everything you see and hear with healthy pinches of salt) (I briefly forgot about this on Monday morning and oh boy I could’ve saved myself a world of stupidity if I’d only remembered it yeah?)

MNC (get your sweet ass to the Monday Night Concert because both my years of JiBing it has been mind-blowing) (this year was better than last year honestly) (which I did not think could happen) (they are the bee’s bees and the bear’s bear) *throws all the love at them*

When it comes to impressions and memories made this particular trip, I feel like the whole week has been one long run of blessings. Sincerely, it’s been - oh what’s the word again? --> MAGIC.

I’m not going to go through all the boring personal moments of Holy Fuck *jazz hands rome magic* but I will just say that I think I stepped out of passport control with the widest smile, and it barely left my face for the entire weekend. The panels were wonderful this year. I’m still on a high. No, seriously. It’s almost a week later and I haven’t been hit by the JiB blues yet, and perhaps I won’t this year.

*prays I land a pass for next year* *GAH* *the nail-biting begins*

Confession time? (…when in Rome)

Confession 1 — I have such a crush on Rob. I mean, I’ve had it for years, but time to make it official, I guess. He just seems like the sweetest, loveliest human being and watching him sing is like… watching the stars light in the sky. He is such an amazing singer and performer. He made me cry. He sang Fare Thee Well and he made me cry at the Monday Night Concert.

*no I was NOT drunk* *though damn that G&T was strong* *oh btw the drinks in Rome are amazing and worth the money because extra alcoholic* *like damnnnnn* *just as an aside* *but also bring your own bourboun* *winks at @waywardliliana* *sup gurl?* *winks again* *winks some more* *can’t stop now* *licks lips* *yeah I know* *uncomfortable?* *licks lipssss againnnnn* *okay stopping now* *….or am I…….?*

Confession 2 — The panel-watching truly is a huge amount of fun. This year there were a lot of things said that made me want to jump up and down in my seat, because it gives me a lot of hope for season fifteen and Jensen provided most of it on the Saturday, and then Jared was pretty much agreeing with Jensen’s assessments of how the brothers’ journeys should end on the Sunday, and I was like GAH! *happy* And then Misha throws in his belief that there needs to be a sacrifice and tragedy and we all went NO! Also his fear that this family of ours will disperse and we all went NOOO! :) Anyway, these are all stated observations, but the confession is this:

As much as I love spending time in a space that is occupied by some of my favourite human beings on this planet (oh but they are), what makes JiB so truly, deeply, personally special is meeting up with friends who otherwise live too far away to see on the regular. All of us convening in this one place to share in this one great love is like electricity through your veins. It’s like… well, it’s like going to a place of worship, and I think you know what I mean. When you’re in a room with a group of peope who’s energy jives with yours, then your energies align, and resonate, and then — MAGIC.

It’s magical. It’s fucking magical. *jazz hands*

Shoutout to everyone I managed to see this year who have not yet been lip-licked at in this post (or real life), whether it was much too brief (so many of you were much too brief) or whether we spent quality time, seeing you all really made the trip sparkle:

@captainhaterade - who made such a fantastic and impromptu seat mate - thank you, Emily, for having me next to you for most of the weekend! :D

@eriquin - Meghan, it was so lovely to meet you and I’m thrilled you and Emily both enjoyed your first con, very happy I got to be a part of it! :)

@trickster-angel - my dear Chiara, it took us a few tries, but we finally got to sit down in the Corner (if you get to go next year then I think this may be where we’re all just convene from now on) (*suggestion*) *nobody puts us in a corner except us!* :P So good to meet you!

@inacatastrophicmind - Mara! We met much, much too briefly, but I’m so, so glad we did! See you around tumblr, my friend, and hopefully at JiB11! :)

@misskittyspuffy - aw man, Aurelie, we kept missing each other and I really wanted to sit down and have a proper lunch or dinner, but at least you and--

@assbuttboyfriends - hey, Claire, my dear, at least you and Aurelie aren’t that far away, right? Come visit me in London, I tell ya! :D Otherwise, proper plan-making for next year. xx

@bold-sartorial-statement - a brief hello was still a good hello! Hope you enjoyed the con! xx

@jenmdixon - it was good to say hello to you, my dear, and really hope you enjoyed the con (and didn’t die under those lights because it got HOT) (no wonder the actors are fan-addicts) :) xx

@purgatory-jar - Elena, it was, as ever, fantastic to see you and I’m stoked I got to have a proper lunch with you this time around. You have always been and will always be one of my absolute favourite artists in this fandom and, by extension, anywhere. Already a star, girl!

Shoutout to @northern-sparrow - I was sorry that I missed you at the bar, but there’s always next year. Hope you enjoyed the con and thanks for asking The Perfect Question. :D xx

Finally, @godshipsit -- Alessia, my friend, you are this calm, welcoming, very dear part of Rome and JiB for me (last year you supported me so much just by being there) and you are simply brilliant! *all the prettiest flowers at your door*

And to my two felines who are tumblring, but not very often: Laura and Steph, you wonderfuls! Thanks for all the laughs!!

*I now proceed to throw love at you all*

Confession 3 — I have a Favourite Moose. Nope, it’s not who you think it is. (girl, I almost put the hashtag on here but in the current climate) (I think I’d just better not) (especially since I wanna tag you) (hey, Moose!) (hey @natmoose!) (yes you!) (Nat-Blue!) :) #theconversationalists

Now, the highlights from this years con are too numerous for me to write them all down, really, but here’s a taster:

Ricky Whittle (the man is a genius comedian)

Rob talking about how his fandom experience has changed since he, for the first time, is seeing comments like “I hate your face” (the way he says “I hate your face”) (*giggle*) (also it’s such a question of tone because most of those “I hate your face”s are probably said with loads of love) (because Chuck going ultimate big bad toxic masculinity representative is fucking BRILLIANT) *love to hate his face*

Matt telling the airplane story

Alex reenacting different parts of the airplane story

Alex choosing Jasmine from Aladdin to put a spin on and making the twist that he’ll rob the wishes from Aladdin like -->

Alex: *sings* I can show you the world *interrupts* I’m just like yo, just give me these wishes. Don’t mess with me. How about this? I’ll show myself the world, okay?

I really, really very much like Alexander Calvert, okay?

Briana being distracted by herself on the stage monitor (she’s gorgeous and she knows it and is also open about how it costs her a lot of money and time and effort and how that’s not for everyone and real beauty runs so much deeper) (which is why she is the most gorgeous woman)

Jared telling us all to shut up during his Sunday morning solo panel (and basically all of his time on stage, but especially this half an hour of stage time, because my GOD he was in such a good mood)

Misha

Jensen going off on a minor rant about Game of Thrones S08E05 because yesssss

Jared doing that jump-and-a-skip at his panel with Misha

Jared’s panel with Misha

Jensen telling Misha he loves him and them hugging, only for Jensen to turn it into a joke and pretty effectively demonstrating how this is how they interact and they don’t mean anything by taking the piss out of each other because yesssss

sincerely, all the solo panels (especially Jensen’s, because he’s so sincere and open and honest about how seriously he takes his work and it’s gorgeous and inspiring and always has been and always will be and)

I mean, Jensen lying flat on his back on that stage and Misha saying You Sexy Bitch is very, very, very… overt. I side-eye. But with a whole lot of appreciation for the balls on those two. I’d venture that they know exactly what they’re doing, and I’ll forever wonder what the percentage is between performative and spur-of-the-moment. Sometimes I think you can tell, but… oh, they know what we like. Usually. :)

Jared bringing the dirty. I just love his filthy mind.

All of their filthy minds tbh.

Singing Carry On My Wayward Son in the hallway after the final panel is just… one of the best parts, and this year they all came out and high fived and gave hugs and… it was special

The Monday Night Concert surpassed last year’s and went on for nearly two hours and was deeply moving for many reasons and I wish to the good Heavens (…okay you know what I mean) that Jensen and Briana will record Shallow because I think their version beat the original (damn Briana’s voice is just… damn!) (and I can’t talk about Jensen singing please don’t make me talk about it) (…) (thank you)

Also Richard Speight Jr because Richard Speight Jr!!

Also just Jason Manns because Jason Manns!!

And The Four Cheese!!

See, there’s just tOO MuCH STuFF

And now it’s over and I’m still hopped up on the adrenaline and the happiness and Jensen talking about spreading happiness (I believe it was either during the opening panel with he and Jared on the Saturday or his solo panel later that afternoon) made me feel light as a feather, because he’s right. A healthy dose of real happiness builds you up from the inside out and makes you believe you’re worth it. All of it, yeah? And that, whatever comes your way, you can handle it. Oh, it can be a struggle, but if you only dare to be open, then good things, my peeps.

Good things do happen.

I hope to see you next year!!

#JiB10 #my stuff #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #alexander calvert #briana buckmaster #rob benedict #richard speight jr #jason manns #ricky whittle #jibcon #rome magic #<3

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14x13 (300th) Commentary

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giu)

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

“Dad’s on a hunting trip-

[shuts laptop]

Giu: It’s already a no from me

uuugh ok [opens laptop]

“-and he hasn’t been home in a few days “

Zee: That’s when I fell in love

Kat : I fell in love at “easy tiger”

Nat: He looks like a demon

Giu: he does

sign under the register: your baby daddy sitting in jail? Sell your gold and get bail.

wow.

S: we are looking for the good stuff.

me searching for men

Kat : I need that wad of money, And the man attached to it

Giu: SAM

Zee : So done

Nat: Dean's done

Kat : That was so Jared lol

D.”No you didn’t”

Kat: Oh shit Dean. All sexy business

Giu: They not happy

Kat : FIRE

Giu: NOT THE HAIR NOT THE HAIR

[pauses video] TUMMY! [presses play again]

Giu: HE’S A BIG BOY

Zee : Turn his back to dean?

Nat&Kat: They always talk too much

Nat: he stole my line

Nat: PLAGIARISM

Nat: don't put that in

Giu: I’m gonna put that in

Nat: no

The smoke coming out the gun tho. I love that gun.

Zee : Put that down dean

Giu: Dean don’t touch things

In what goddamn dystopian fantasy a theater in 2019 show Beetlejuice? because I wanna live there.

Giu: I want that jacket. Doesn’t it look like the family business jacket?

Zee : I want that car,with everything in it

Giu: ...AND ON IT

Nat: I want that man

Giu: lol it’s like the Winchesters are some sort of the mean girls of town.

The Campbell brothers are scary. They have two shotguns and a strange silver blade.

I hear the tall one hair's insured for $.

I hear the other one has a tinder account. His favorite music can be heard from miles before coming into town.

One time, they met god. And he stayed at their house. One time, they killed Hitler. It was awesome.

Kat : I WANT THE MEN

-” The Campbell brothers “ [sobs]

D:”Make it double”

Oh look the Family Business stuff again

S:” John Wayne Gacy cigar box”

uh that’s not good.

“Jack and Cass are out with Jules and her crew. When they’re back they can help us cataloging “ [already excited]

D:” aWeSoME”

- “Where did they even came from? them or their weird sidekick with the trench coat”

I love how before the boy Eliot talked about hearing stuff from the trunk of the car and I did not even bat an eye, because.....yeah...probably happened more than once.

Giu&Kat: Dumb bambi look

- Max:” It doesn’t mean they kidnapped bigfoot or whatever “

that could have happened too .

How did I miss all this gay vibes between the girls before?

Giu: anyway that is unrealistic, those girls would be drooling after those two.

Nat: Nah, they're too old for them

me at myself editing the commentary: they lesbian, bitch .

Nat: Max is trouble, isn't she

Kat: Don’t touch my baby’s car teen bitch

Zee : Why is sam so hot here?

Nat: BABY

- D;” No,no, no, no”

Zee : Oh the bitch did

Giu: THEY DED

Giu: DON T MOVE YESSIR

-S *thinks of the kids*

D: “Swear to God if anything happens to that car-” *thinks murder*

Giu: Meanwhile dean is having panic attacks

Nat&Giu&Kat: I don't wanna die. lol

Giu: TRIPLE PLAGIARISM

Kat: Stop Omg

Nat: We should stop

Zee : Look at those puppy eyes

- “So you want me to give you an underage girl’s address?”

Nat: hahahahahahhahahahahaha i like that woman

D:”Marta, how’s that grandson of yours?”

“if you could help us out I would, I would really appreciate it”

“Please”

Zee : I’d melt

Kat: THAT TAP

Nat: I mean...helloooooo

Giu: There goes her values

Nat: I would tell him everything and more

Zee : Giuls the hand gif. Please and thank you

- you want my address too?

Kat: He’s putting the moves

Kat: Their lips are extra pink

-Yeah but like...I would have melt with Sam too honestly.

SKIP DAY! aaaah the memories, we had skip days once a month.

Giu: OH NO

Zee : They dumb

Giu: i wouldn’t touch that creepy fuck teddy bears

Giu: can I slap some sense in those bitches

Giu: GACY FUCK NO

Nat: Baby, please tell me you're not hurt

Kat: BABY BABY

D: “ FBI everybody out”

me : ....arrest me.

Giu: Sam: no fuck clown

Kat: Serial killer clown

Nat: Sammy, I think you need to get away

Kat: Best and worst thing ever

- D:” ‘Cause you love serial killers but you hate clowns”

eh same .

Zee : look how happy he is

D:” Sam....today”

Kat: HURRRY UP SAMMEH

D: “....Hey! “

Nat: Dean Bean

Kat: Adorable bean

Zee: We’re damn good at why we do

Nat: They're going all dad on them

Kat: It’s hot

- S:” You sure don’t wanna call Mom here? or Cass?”

D:” No because if it works , great, if not, why get their hopes up?”

Zee : Hello

Nat: JOHN

Kat: SHIT SHIT. SHIT Kicking their asses lol

Giu: My eyes are sweating

Nat: I got Negan vibes lol

? : “Don’t you move”

[chills]

Zee : That’s another Daddy

Giu: HE LOOKS GOOD

J: “What in the hell”

J: “Sammy, aren’t you supposed to be in Palo Alto?”

Nat: Palo Alto. Oh god.

Giu: Good god [sobs]

J: “What happened to you?” when did you stretch like that

Nat: It's 2003

Kat: It’s very difficult

J:”You saved the world?”

Zee : More than once

Giu: We died....more than once

Zee : Look at that precious face

D:”I think he’d be real happy to know you are finally here”

- Glad they mentioned Henry, I miss him.

S:” We are legacies because of you”

J.” I just wish that I had been there to see it”

Nat: Awww the look on Sammy

Nat: It fucking breaks my heart alright

D:”Non of this would have happened without you”

J:” It’s good, it’s fine. I went out taking out yellow eyes. That was the point. Get the thing that killed Mom”

Giu: im not ready for what.’s coming

Zee : Me neither

Kat: So much sobbing

Nat: What are you talking about. I'm not ready for the whole damn episode

Giu: STOP WITH THE MUSIC

Zee : Brace yourselves

- J [desperately softly]:” ...Mary?”

Giu: OH NO FUCKING JDM

Nat: Oh god NO

Zee : Oh fuck you

Giu: FUCK MY LIFE. FREAKING ACTING SKILLS.

Nat: FUCK OFF

Zee : IM SCREAMING HERE

Nat: THE BOYS...lol

D:” I’m freaking out”

No Dean, I’m freaking out. And I already know, looking at Sam face, what’s coming.

Nat: "I wanted this man"

D:” I wanted this since I was 4 years old”

I CAN T

Zee: One family dinner

Nat: NO DEAN BEAN PLEASE Sammy is right

Kat: He is but it hurts. So much

Nat: TAKE A KNIFE AND STAB ME

oH....Sammy and Daddy time. Can I skip?

Look at John fucking face!! he’s already so proud.

S:” Dean and I tried to make that once” [nervous laughter]

[John’s face falls]

Zee : Here come regrets

J:”i...I remember “

Sam’s like...”you do?”

J: “ I screwed up with you a lot, didn’t I?”

The noise and expression and breathing Jared choose to made here is worth more than any words

Nat: GOD, SAM YOU PRECIOUS BEAN

S:” no, that’s okay”

J:”No, it’s not”

[me bathing into the holy light of jesus] yeeeees thank you

Sam looks so uncomfortable.

J: “You didn’t have a problem talking about it before you left”

ooooh John is trying so hard tho.

S: “..Dad...” [pauses like he can’t believe he can say that again]

me hitting myself : stop doing this to yourself bitch.

S: “ yeah...you know what? you did some messed up things”

S: “When I think about you....and I think about you a lot..[voice cracks]”

S:”I think about you on the floor of that hospital. And I think about how I never got to say goodbye”

Giu: fuck NOPE I’M OUT

Kat: *drags you back*

Giu: *fights it*

Zee: I’ll tie you down bitch just watch

Kat: I can’t i can’t I can’t

Giu: JARED STOP

Nat: FUCK JARED WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD

Nat: JARED STAHP

Kat: JARED IS INCREDIBLE

J: “Sam....[touches him]”

S: [gets almost scared when John touches him]

and now a change of camera so you can see more hurt

Nat: FUCK THIS I'M GOING OUT WITH YOU GIULS

Kat: I’ll tie you down

Zee: Can this fucking music just stop

Giu: CAN SOMEONE JUST GIVE ME MERCY? it’s 8:40am it’s too early for this

Kat: FUCK YOU JARED PADALECKI

Giu: STOP CRYIG

Giu: ahahahaahahhahahahaahah imma have a heart attack

Nat: SHIT NO FUCK THIS

Giu: Im forgetting english and spelling

J: “Son...I am so sorry”

Zee: That’s enough

Nat: YOU FOUGHT FOR US THAT'S ENOUGH

Giu: CLOSURE

Nat: what's english i'll start to groan in german soon

Zee: I’ll swear in Greek

Giu: I’m already gesturing in italian anyway

S:”Want some company?”

Nat: I get the booze you get the food, I want that bumper sticker

Nat: Why doesn't he remember?What the fuck is happening

Giu: The surnaaaame

Kat: YOU’LL SEE THE SHIT IT HAPPENING

Giu: THE FUCK

Zee : Blue steel

Nat: BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Giu: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Never forget

Nat: WANNA BE TED TALK

Nat: PROFESSOR JARED

Giu: GOD BLESS KALE (Misha wrote that)

Kat: THE TURTLENECK

hot take: that’s Misha’s turtle neck

Nat: THE GLASSES

D:”No, no , it gets worse”

TEDTalk!Sam is an empty shell. I hate it.

Kat: THE SLICKED BACK HAIR

Giu: Lotta beheadings

Zee : Can Jared stop being hotter in this ep?

D:”Well, I’m cool but you are ugh”

Giu: I saw enough doctor who to know what is Sam talking about.

S:” If all is different, then what else changed”

Giu: OH.

Zee : Oh no

Nat: Zach is also ugh

Giu: NO GO AWAY

Giu: HEY BABE

- GUESS WHO NEVER FOUGHT IN HELL AND RAISED SOME SALTY ASS FROM PERDITION???

Z:”Earth ...where you are always stepping in something”

I mean, he’s not wrong

Zee: Constantine

Nat&Zee: I don't understand that reference

Giu: SDEFAFANSBAKWBLENDP

Zee : Control yourself woman

D:”How are we gonna tell Dad?”

S: “How are we gonna tell Mom”

Nat: Why are the teens everywhere are they running out of extras? I can be an extra.... for love scenes

Zee : I can be a fly in the wall

Z:”I need to know who’s been messing with time?” like...I mess with time, that’s my thing, who’s stealing my job

Giu: SQUINTY BOY

Z:”This town is always been a little muddy for us”

Z:” he...murders you all”

Kat: Ugh I want to stab Zach in the face

oh jfc Cass is a fucking murder machine,kinda like the apocalypse world NO

Nat: Zach, just shut the fuck up, will ya

Zee: I’m an angel of the lord AAAAAAHHHHHH

Zee : GIULS IM DEAD

Giu: IS IT BAD THAT IM AROUSED

Kat: WINGS

Giu: FUCK

Zee: THE ONLY LOGICAL OUTCOME. Babe how dare you ?

D:”Cass? “

C: who’s this bright soul , oh no he’s hot.

D:”Cass, you know us”

C: I WISH.

C: “I don’t know you”

Kat: I DONT KNOW YOU

Nat: Ow...a stab in the heart

Giu: NO

Kat : Breaking my heart

- Oh look you can pin point the exact moment HIS heart breaks.

D:” Cass, don’t”

Giu: LAGO DI GARDA!!

Nat: THE GARDA LAKE? IS THAT AN EXPRESSION?

Giu: No , it’s where i live.

- The satisfaction of seeing Sam kill Zach. Sam enjoying it.

Kat: YAS SAMMEH

Nat: Cas, come on!

- I love that Sam is holding the blade to cut and not stab.

ok ok...honestly I’m enjoying this ok? in the sense that I missed seeing Castiel so strong and powerful , and this is as it should be. He’s an angel , a soldier, with eons of wars behind, he was a captain ffs, the Winchester, they can be as strong as you want but they are human. Even Zach was stronger than them, he was just stupid to fall for Sam trick.

Giu: PLEASE DON’T KILL THEM

Giu: please don’t kill Cass, please don’t kill Cass.

Kat: Dudes the bloopers from this scene will be epic

Nat: I SWEAR IF THEY DON'T SHOW IT

Giu: IM HAVING A HEART ATTACK

D:”Cass, Cass, stop it”

....bitch HE HESITATED , Cass hesitated , he just kept Dean there when he could have just snaps his neck with a bit of pressure.

Zee : Sammy to the rescue

Giu: OH THANK GOD

Us: We want Bamf Castiel back!

Writers: OK

Us: NOT LIKE THIS

Zee: Who needs a heart?

oh look, those plates have the same decorations as the cups we saw in older eps. WHY DO I KNOW THAT.

D:”Egghead”

Nat: me vs. your mom that's not even a choice

Giu: JOHN

Zee : Mary is showing emotion

Nat: I know who i would chose

yeah ok...I would choose this John tho, not the one we started in 2005 .

Zee : Me too

Kat: I almost don’t hate her. She’s hurting so bad. But everything else would be fucked

M:” Sam I can’t”

me too Mary, me too.

Nat: that's the thing. she's hurting more about her husband than her boys

Kat: I said almost

-J:” I never meant for this”

Kat: No son

J: “My fight. It was supposed to end with me. With Yellow eyes”

Giu: AGAIN

J:” But now you- you are a grown man and I’m incredibly proud of you”

Zee : Look how proud

Nat&Giu: JOHN, STAY

Kat: He’s waited so long to hear hat

Nat: LET SAM BE INTERNET FAMOUS

J:” I guess that I hoped, eventually,you would...get yourself a normal life, a peaceful life, a family.”

Zee&Giu : I have a family

Nat&Kat: WE EAT

Nat: A man after my taste

Giu: AND MY POOR HEART

Zee : Too much silence

Kat: #awkward

Nat: #sad

Giu: #The last supper

Zee : Stahp

Kat: SHUT UP BITCH

J:” We can be grateful for this time we have together.”

Kat: #AMEN

Nat: sounds like AYE MEN

Giu: ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT

Kat: Fucking Bob Seger

Giu: THEY DESERVE ALL OF THIS,ALL OF IT . MY BABIES

Kat: I WANNA KNOW THE CONVO

Nat: #DOMESTIC LIFE

S: “It doesn’t feel right to have all of this and have to throw it away and I know we have to.” S:” He just goes back to...to..being Dad”

-Oh honey

Giu: Sam is panicking

Nat: Who would save the world tho

S:” I think it would be nice”

D:” yeah? I used to think that too.”

D:”For the longest time I blamed Dad. I mean I blamed Mom too,you know. I was angry”

D: “Why don’t send him further back , and let some other poor sons of bitches save the world?

oh...OH Dean is woke

D:” But there’s the problem. Who does that makes us? Would we be better off? Maybe. But I’ve got to be honest. I don’t know who that Dean Winchester is.”

D:”I’m good with who I am,and I’m good with who you are”

Zee : Does anybody else experiencing chest pain??

Nat: What's a chest. I can't feel anything below my mouth

Giu: what s a mouth

Kat: #too old for this shit

D:”Cause our life, they are ours”

Kat: BAWLING

Kat: THIS FUCKING MUSIC

M: “I hate this”

Giu: WE HATE THIS

Zee&Kat: My girl

-NOOOOOO

J:”I miss you so damn much”

Nat: #make it stop

Nat: fuck this

Kat: NONONONONONONONONONONO I

Giu: STOP IT STOOOOP

Nat: JARED CONTROL YOUR FACE

Kat: THEY BOTH NEED TO

Zee : Fuck this flips table

-What a soft hug omg I can’t. Why is John so soft , whyyyyyy.

Giu: I WANNA DIE

Nat: FUCK THIS

-Dean’s eyes are dead , he’s trying to be emotionless and I can’t deal with it.

Also Sam keeps throwing glances at Dean and it breaks me.

John looking at his sons is PAAAAIN.

J:” You two. You take care of each other”

S: “We always do”

Can I say that I expected some “Yes Sir” here and there and I’m so glad that there were none? Like...yes they grow up and they are their own men and I’m so damn glad. I would have hated if I heard them saying that.

Kat: GOOD TO SEE YOU DAD

Dean said that so softly I can’t

Nat: OMG

Giu: JARED FUCK

Zee : I’m gonna faint

Nat&Kat: I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BOYS

Giu: JDM FUCK U TOO

Nat: FUCK YOU ALL OF YOU

This ....Jared you fucking broke me here, you just ...can’t go and act like this and expect me to still be breathing .

Giu: JAY DON’T

Goddammit Dean still looks like he doesn’t wan’t to break but ...I can see it, your lips are shaking damn you Jensen.

Oh no here comes the hug of pain.

J:”I love you both so much”

why is Sam crying so much this season , JARED !

-oH NO DEAN SAID IT....DEAN SAID I LOVE YOU , I CAN’T , 911 HELP I CAN’T BREATHE

Nat: HEY, FUCK THIS SHIT I'M GONE

I’m so sick of seeing tears ok? And seeing John so emotional??? NAAAAAH FUCK THAT, I saw those tears falling . FUCK U

NOT THE WINK

Zee : Can they all fuck the fuck off???

J:”Sammy...”

Kat: JENSEN FUCK YOU JARED FUCK YOU JDM FUCK YOU

Nat: TAKE MARY WITH YOU

Giu: dean your face

Kat: JENSEN BROKE ME

Dean looked like a little scared kid there and he just broke me once again.

Nat: THIS IS NOT RIGHT AND THEY KNOW IT THE WRITERS KNOW IT I HATE THIS SO MUCH

Kat: Yeah but that one look. Fuck

ok Now....I wanted to make this gif so badly because it haunted me. This....This is when Sam break the pearl. The sound looks like it hit Dean like a bullet or something and I just ....look at him it looks like he wants to scream, his lips seems like they are spelling a soundless ‘NO’ or he just let go, because he wasn’t breathing until the sound ....I need a minute, I’m gonna throw up my breakfast.

Bye John , I’ll miss you fiercely

aaaaand Dean looks like he’s dead again.

Nat: HEY GIULS Lebanon walk.

Nat I’m dead what do you want me to do? Call me if there is a ghost walk of Lebanon-

Also YAAAAAAS THOSE TWO ARE THE CUTEST

Nat&Kat&Giu: CAS

Sam looks relieved

Kat: OF FUCK THIS

Nat: Look at that phone

Giu: OMG NO

Nat&Zee&Kat: One hell of a dream

Kat: So much plagiarism

Zee : This music NEEDS to stop

Nat: NO WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS

Giu: THE FUCK

Zee : Can we have a “fuck” count ?

Nat: aWWWW...jACK

Nat: WTF JACK

Giu: Jack honey dont

Kat: WHAT ARE THE DOING TO BABY BEAN

Zee: March 7???

Nat: Yeah no

Writers: heya! we are gonna give you some sweet stuff for the 300th, y’all gonna hate it so much.

after credits brainstorm

Nat: SO GET THIS Did John remember? Did John know that the boys are happy and he spends the last of his days thinking about how he could get rid of Michael? Giu: What what . Oh fuck I sure hope so Nat: He saw that the boys were happy, that Mary came back. That's all he wanted . That's why it wasn't hard for him to let go and make the deal. Zee: I soooooo don’t need this rn Giu: im on board. Because he said that he had the strangest dream right? So since their life are fucked up anyway , what hurt could it make to look that shit up? Nat: He will remember but it's more like a vivid dream and he will do anything to fight for them so that's why it wasn't hard for him at all to save Dean, even though he can't defeat YED. Because he knows that his boys will save the world. And still live. with an angel and lucifer's child.

.I have no word , and no answer of how I’m feeling right now.

If you want to get tagged in the future ones send an ask HERE or to @waywardbaby or a smoke signal, idk whatever I’m tired af.

TAGS: @supernatural-teamfreewillpage @destiel-honeypie @mariekoukie6661 @dragontamerm @closetspngirl @rainflowermoon @mattiecat @bunnybaby121115 @aliaitee2 @jacks-word-of-the-day @4evamc @dammitsammy @legendary-destiel @winchesterprincessbride @destielhoneybee @castiellover20

#14x13 #spn season 14 #supernatural season 14 #season 14 spoilers #14x13 spoilers #300th #supernatural 300 #spn 300 promo pic #300 supernatural gifs #lebanon spoiler #lebanon

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notnaturalanahi · 6 years

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No time to take them off

Pairing: Dean x Fem!reader

WC: 788

Warnings: smut

A/N: A to Z Kinks 2.0 - Keeping your clothes on with Dean for @jalove-wecallhimdean Hi, you remember you requested this? Sorry I didn’t deliver sooner.

Large yawn and arms up to soothe the soreness of your neck you decide to call it a night, and push away the ancient monsters enciclopedia and chair in opposite directions at the time to get up, meeting Dean’s eyes as he stares at you.

“Imma take a shower before the food gets here with Sa,” you laugh with another yawn that leaves your eyes glassy and your insides throbbing.

You walk around the table, fingers instinctively pulling your belt from the buckle and then opening the top button of your jeans, eyes closed and arms over the head stretching, oblivious of Dean’s eyes still on you.

Leaning over his back you hug him from behind and kiss his cheek, then you turn and place a soft peck on his lips before speaking again. “If Sam gets here before me, make sure to leave some fries, ok?”

You stand back up, helping your back straighten with both hands and bending backwards, ready to head towards the locker room.

With an estrategic push of his feet on your shin, Dean ambush you and gets you to sit on his lap. You yelp in surprise, arms wrapping around his neck to avoid falling down.

“Hey, I would never let you fall,” Dean chuckles at you. His hands land on your hips and he pressed you down on him.

“You're an ass,” you chuckle and press another kiss on his lips. Not wanting the kiss to turn into an ardent makeout session that would heat up before stopping you prepare yourself to get up, but Dean lifts one of your legs and makes you straddle him to show you how much you exited him.

“We’re gonna get caught,” you whisper in his ear before nibbling his ear lobe.

Dean responds with a growl, his hands slip up under your shirt to caress your soft skin. “I’m serious. We’re not good at being quick,” you whine.

“We will this time. I promise,” he says kissing your neck before pulling the neckline of your shirt to kiss your shoulder making you shiver.

Shaking your head you get up anyway. Dean complains.

“Oh, shut up!” You shake your head quickly shimming your pants down, kicking them to the side; being able to be barefoot inside the bunker has it benefits.

“No time to take them off,” Dean says, grabbing you by the wrist to stop you from from removing your panties.

You watch him unbuckle his belt and pop the button of his jeans, pulling the compressing fabric down his legs allowing his cock to spring free. You lick your lips at the sight. But there’s no time for that kind of foreplay.

Straddling him again, you stand on your toes and push your underwear to the side and with your other hand you stroke him a couple of times, loving the way he moans under your touch, then you guide him to your entrance. Inhaling deeply once he’s completely seated, you move slowly at first since there not that much lubrication.

“Jesus fucking christ, sweetheart,” Dean suspires. His hands move up and down your sides until they end up on your ass to establish a faster rhythm.

He presses his face to your chest, rubbing his face around your still covered breasts. “I really wanna taste your nipples,” he admits and you chuckle realizing you want that as well.

“Fuck! And I wanna suck your cock so badly!” You kiss him with a little too much tongue, your fingers combing through his hair and your nails scraping his scalp desperately.

“You do?” Dean asks, his hands coming to your chest, to knead your breasts through your clothes.

“Yes! I wanna choke on your big cock while you lick my pussy and make me cu-hum!! The friction and thoughts of what you really want to do fulfill the mission, your legs tremble and your insides clamp around Dean.

He stands up, hands under your ass to lay you on the library table, his belt buckle rattling with every thrust. With both hands fisting his flannel your pull him closer and kiss him again and again until he cums.

The large metal door slams shut just in time. You grab your jeans and run from the room, laughing at your own wobbly legs.

Sam stands at the end of the table, staring at his brother, suspicious look on his face.

“What?” Dean tries to look as innocent and he can with his jeans opened under the table and his cock still half hard and leaking.

“Smells weird in here.” Sam sniffs the air around him.

“Oh yeah,” says Dean. “That would be Y/N, she really needed a shower.”

Everything

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@missmotherhen, @chennyetomlinson, @jennell79, @ruprecht0420, @jalove-wecallhimdean, @evyiione, @laurafloradora, @fanfreak07, @superapplepie, @wingedcatninja, @sandlee44, @plaidstiel-wormstache, @lessons-of-red, @supernatural-fan-123, @mandilion76, @aly-winchester, @winchesterdemon67-library, @destielhoneybee, @carribear31, @treat-winchesterswith-kindness

#2018 smut appreciation day #dean x reader #smut #keeping your clothes on #a to z 2.0 #spn smut #dean smut

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kmp78 · 6 years

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“Are you okay down there?!,” a female voice boomed from above. “Don´t move! I called 911, help is on the way!”

Jared looked up but the darkness which had fallen over the Malibu hills shielded the owner of the voice from his gaze. Thank god she was there tho, whoever this saving angel was!

“Thanks,” he replied with a huff.

“Are you badly hurt? Can you move?,” the voice inquired. He could just about make out her shape hovering somewhere in the distance above him.

“Yeah I´m okay, but I think my ankle is broken.”

“Okay don´t move around, you´ll only make it worse. The medics will know what to do!”

“Thanks,” Jared sighed quietly from the pit.

Great. A broken ankle...

There goes that tour then.

How could he have been so careless?! He had been so deep in thought, so angry over Alice´s baby bombshell that he simply failed to notice that massive hole in his path before it was too late.

Before he now found himself sitting in a dark pit with a shattered ankle.😭

“Wow you really took a tumble, didn´t you?!”, the voice from above quizzed, snapping Jared back to reality.

"Yeah... I got distracted I guess...”

“Well don´t you worry, dude. You´ll be good as new in no time,” she continued as she laid down on the ground next to the hole.

“I´ll be up here keeping you company until the medics get here.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Jared answered back, feeling gratitude that this saving angel happened to be near in his time of need. Without her, this thing could have ended pretty badly!

“So what got you so distracted that you didn´t spot a huge hole in the ground, dude?”

"Eh... Nothing... Just preoccupied, I guess...”

“I get that,” the angel replied. “I sometimes come here too, to get away from... well, “nothing””.

“Yeah...,” Jared chuckled.

She seems cool.

“What’s your name?”

Ah… the dreaded question rang from above.

He didn’t want to tell her the truth.

What if she’s some crazy echelon psycho who loses her shit and jumps in the pit too? No room for heifers down here! 🐴

Or she could be a fame-hungry LA pap chaser who sells this story to the TMZ for 20 bucks… 😒💰

No, better play it safe and keep it neutral.

“I’m… uhm… Joseph.”

“You don’t sound sure, Joseph.”

She was very quick and alert, he noticed. Damn.

Maybe play it cool. She seems like she could take a joke.

“Well… I figured since we don’t know each other and I’m kinda at your mercy here… what if you’re like Kathy Bates in Misery and I gotta make a run for it?!”

“Oh… Well would be a kind of a sllllooooow run for it tho,” she quipped back with a giggle.

Phew! She got it.

She’s cool. She’s very cool.

“It’s actually my middle name. I sometimes use it when I wanna escape real life,” he continued.

“That’s smart, Joseph. I might start doing that too!,” the voice from above yelped excitedly.

“In fact: imma start right now!”

She rolled on her stomach and peeked her head in the pit, but in the pitch blackness there was no seeing her face from below ground. Only a few blonde-ish locks waving in the soft evening breeze.

“Hi, Joseph. I’m Michelle.”

Michelle.

Lovely name.

“Hi, Michelle.”

“Hi.” 😊

They both giggled and then fell silent. Michelle’s head disappeared from above as she retreated back to lie on her back next to the pit.

“Sooo… Did you just make up that name, Michelle?”

“It’s my middle name. I figured that was our thing, "Joseph”,“ she laughed.

Aaaaaaah, we have a "thing” now…😏

Jared always enjoyed a bit of flirting with the fairer sex, and since he´s now stuck in this pit...

“So... eh... what do you do, Michelle?”

“I… uhm… I… I suppose you could say I’m a… housewife…”

“Well now YOU don’t sound sure!,” Jared picked up on her hesitation.

She chuckled.

“Oh you noticed that… Well it’s a relatively new thing so I’m still getting used to it, I guess! How about you?”

Crap…

Another opportunity for exposure.

“Well… I work for a record company.”

Technically not a lie! 😁

“Aaaah so you’re in the music business?”

“A little bit yeah.”

“A musician?”

“Uh… part-time.”

Technically also not a lie! 😝

“Would I have ever heard any of your music, you think?”

Goooooooood, if only… 😞

“I… uh… probably not.”

His heart sniffled. 😔

“Oh… Well maybe one day, Joseph!”

“Yeah… maybe…”

Well now he wasn’t just lying to her… He was also lying to himself. 😶

They both fell silent, just laying there in the moonlight, one in a pit and one above ground, staring up at the starry sky. Jared felt oddly at peace, even tho he was stuck in a pit with just this one stranger keeping him attached to life outside his hole.

Their silence was peculiarly comfortable.

Just two strangers, sharing a moment in the wilderness.

“So what brought you up here this evening then?,” Jared finally decided to spark up their conversation again since the medics seemed to be taking their sweet time.

“Well… I was at this party with my husband and-”

“Oh… You’re married?”

Bummer.😔

“Yes. I’m a housewife, remember?”

“Oh…”

For some reason Jared felt a little bit hurt by this news.

“Anyway, so tonight I’m at this party with my husband we got into an argument and I took off ‘cos otherwise I might have slapped him… So I just drove around and finally ended up here!”

“What’d he do?”

Michelle laughed.

She had a wonderful laughter. Warm, catchy, strangely familiar.

“What makes you think it was his fault?”

“Oh please, isn’t it always the dude’s fault?,” Jared snorted sarcastically.

His quip was met with more giggles.

Her giggles made him giggle under his breath as well.

“Well… yeah! Why is that tho?!,” she quipped. “Men are always stirring up shit!”

“Heeeeeey, that’s not true! Women are the nutters who constantly create drama and misunderstand everything! I swear women have some weird-ass gene that makes them incapable of letting shit go,” Jared protested.

Still more giggles from above.

Jared enjoyed knowing he could make her laugh so effortlessly.

“So what did this hubby of yours do then?”

Michelle described how they had gotten into an argument over her hubby’s upcoming work trips abroad, and how she jumped in her car to drive off for some alone cooling-off time. Jared listened quietly in his pit, soaking in her stories as her mesmerizing voice filled the air...

Her voice made him feel warm even tho temperatures in his little prison were slowly dropping.

She effortlessly moved on to chatting about her love of nature and surfing, and Jared entertained her with (partly truthful) tales from his rock climbing treks.

They shared giggles and witty back and forth banter as the minutes ticked by, and Michelle even playfully “scolded” Jared by throwing her Manolo Blahnik at him when he made yet another sarcastic remark about what bitches all women are.

He didn’t mind being shoe’d by her.

“You sound bitter, Joseph. Girl trouble?”

He hesitated with his reply.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.”

“It’s just… really complicated right now,” Jared sighed quietly. He wasn’t quite ready to get into that whole Alice/baby mess yet.

Michelle peeked her head through the hole again.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“Thanks.”

Jared again tried to make out her face in the darkness but… nope.

But going by her dreamy, comforting voice and fun, sparkling personality, she no doubt was beautiful on the outside too.

A silence descended upon their little “campsite” again.

“Wanna know something funny, Joseph? Your voice sounds familiar.”

“Oh…?”

Jared still didn’t wanna explain to her why that might be…

“It’s… uh… it’s probably just a really common voice, I get that a lot,” he fibbed, hoping she wouldn’t probe more. For some reason he, a proud lifetime-long Liar Extraordinaire, felt bad about lying to her.

She was so nice and helpful and made him feel safe even tho he was sat almost 3 meters underground in a dirty pit in pitch blackness..

“Oh… Yeah that must be it,” she replied.

“In LA you meet so many people that names and faces and voices all start sounding the same.”

"Yeah,” Jared replied. On one hand his ego was nagging him to let her in on his real identity so he could get some much-needed fawning-over which would be more than welcome after the shitty day he had lived through, but still he held back.

“Your heel broke btw,” he said as he picked up her stray shoe and took a closer look.

“Damn... I just bought those last week!,” Michelle sighed.

“Don´t worry, I´ll buy you new ones if I ever get out.”

“Thanks but I don´t know if my husband would like it if strange men bought me shoes,” Michelle giggled.

“Ugh fine, coffee then! Surely this dude won´t mind if I treat you to a beverage?!”

“I´m sure coffee would be ok,” Michelle agreed.

“Okay good, it´s a date then,” Jared smirked in the darkness.

If this chick is even halfway decent in the looks department, and more importantly in the weight department, he knew once the secret of his identity was revealed, she´d be thanking HIM for... well, for whatever would happen after he invited her over for a... “cup of coffee”... ☕

“Shhh! Listen,” the angel interrupted his daydreams. “I think I hear the ambulance”. 🚑

“Ah thank god,” Jared sighed in relief. Finally he could get out of this stinkin´ hole!

Altho in all fairness this evening had not been a total disaster... This savior angel had not only physically helped him in his hour of need by calling for help and staying to make sure he was okay, but also helped him get his mind off that scandalous baby business back home...

Perhaps, since they now had this nice connection established, if there was trouble in her marriage and seeing as there definitely was trouble in his own little relationship, maybe... maybe... 😜

Jared heard a car approaching and a male voice joined Michelle.

"What´s your husband´s name, ma´am?”

“Oh no, that´s not my husband! I just happened to be nea-... actually I don´t even know his name!”

She peeked in again.

“Yo! What´s your name? Like... REAL name.”

Well, there was no use in hiding it anymore...

“I´m Jared,” he answered. “Jared Leto.”

Silence.

A loooooong silence.

All Jared could hear were nasty ants scurrying around him in the pit and the medics shuffling around somewhere above him, but other than that...

Nothing.

“Hello...?,” Jared hollered. “Are you still there?”

“Uh... Yeah... I´m here...,” Michelle answered. Her voice sounding unsure and a bit strained all of a sudden.

“So who´s this guy down there then?,” Jared heard a male voice coming closer and saw a dark figure appearing above.

“He´s... eh... Jared Leto,” she replied with a slight stutter and a half-chuckle as she disappeared from Jared´s view.

“Right, okay. Well, let´s get him out then!”, the medic sounded unimpressed as he leaped into the pit, craftily maneuvering himself so he didn´t land on his patient. A quick check on the ankle revealed that luckily it indeed wasn´t broken but definitely severely twisted so a trip to the ER was still needed.

A second medic appeared above, and then a third. They lowered a few ropes down the pit and Jared sighed in relief as he was finally hoisted out of his underground prison, two men pulling from above and one pushing his ass from below.

Once he was safely back on solid ground, the three men helped him to a gurney.

"Did you wash your hands after your last patient?,” Jared asked as he was being strapped in.

“Sir, I´m wearing gloves,” the medic replied with a slight eye roll.

“Good! I´m very sensitive to germs.”

“Well you must have had fun down there in your hole then...,” the medic chuckled.

“Listen, Seinfeld. I´m not paying you to do stand-up over here. You better get me to a hospital asap before I have your license.”

The medic thought it best to not even respond, but rather just quietly rolled the gurney to the ambulance.

“WAIT!,” Jared yelped just as they reached the car.

“What, sir? Are you in pain?”

“Where´s that woman who called you?”

"I... I don´t know. I guess she left,” the medic replied.

“WHAT?! What do you mean she left?! She can´t just leave, I don´t even know her name!”

“Calm down, sir. Please, we need to get moving, we have a long wa-”

“No we can´t go! Go out and look if she´s still there!,” Jared demanded. “I need to see her again! We had this connection and-...”

“Sir, this is an ambulance. Not a tinderlance. We´re going now,” the medic calmly replied as he shoved the gurney inside and started filling his patient´s information on his clipboard form.

“Let´s go, Larry!,” the medic called out to the driver.

“YOU MOVE THIS FUCKING THING ONE INCH AND I SWEAR I´LL HAVE YOU ALL FIRED!,” Jared screamed at the top of his lungs.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO YOU´RE DEALING WI-,”

“Wooooow... Talk about a blast from the past...” the familiar female voice suddenly sounded from somewhere off to the side just as the doors swung close.

“WAIT! That´s her!,” Jared yelped again. “Don´t go, I need your number!”

He didn´t get a reply but instead heard her giggling outside.

"Michelle! Can you hear me?! I don´t know your last name! Please!” 🙏🏻

No response, just giggles.

The ambulance driver slowly started backing away, despite Jared knocking on the side windows to grab Michelle´s attention.

There was no response coming, and in a last ditch effort Jared grabbed the medic´s clipboard.

“Hey, you can´t read that! It´s privileged information!”

“Oh shut up, that´s MY information!,” Jared barked.

Her name has to be in there somewhere...

Jared glanced the clipboard up and down, looking for some clues to who had alerted the medics to save him, and finally at the bottom of the page...

“There it is!,” he shrieked.

“identity of 911 caller: Phone number 555-9227. Name: Cameron Di...”

He froze for a second and looked up at the window as the ambulance slowly pulled away, only to spot his saving angel waving him goodbye with a smile, the ambulance lights finally revealing her face... 😲

DISCLAIMER AND RULES

(PS. Thanks for the vote and fic idea, anon! I took some liberties with the execution tho... hehe...)

#fanfiktion

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winecatsandpizza · 6 years

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Accidental Extras

Title: Accidental Extras

Pairings: Misha x OFC Lilly, Jensen x OFC Nicole.

Tags: RPF, acting, slow burn

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic. Ever. I figure my first fanfic might as well be a Supernatural one.

Background: This fic is loosely based off of myself and my friend, @jessyackles Lilly and Nicole go on vacation and while they are there on vacation, they sign up to be extras in a T.V. show and the fun develops from there. This is set somewhere in season 4-6.

Chapter 1

Lilly was one of those women that you'd see anywhere. She was not excessively attractive to most people. She was average in height and overweight. She had a mediocre job and blended in pretty much everywhere she went. Sure, there were people that preferred curvier redheads with pale skin, freckles, and green eyes in their twenties; however, those were usually hard to find. Lilly was content with her life. She had a few close friends and not too much to stress over.

One of Lilly's best friends was Nicole. Nicole was outgoing and passionate about the things she enjoyed. One of her favorite things was the show Supernatural. Lilly had never seen the show before she introduced her to it. Nicole had seen every episode at least three times, that she would admit. Lilly was nowhere near seeing all the episodes, but she was making progress slowly but surely.

Both women had accumulated a nice amount of vacation time and had decided to take a vacation together. Neither of them had ever been to Canada before and they already had their passports, so it was decided to head north from their midwestern home. Lilly was looking forward to taking some much-needed R&R and doing some sightseeing. Nicole, however, had a completely different plan for them.

Their flight had gone smoothly, and they arrived at Vancouver International Airport excited to start their vacation. They reached their hotel, the Westin Grand, Vancouver. Lilly jumped and landed on the bed face down, spread eagle. Nicole laughed and did the same. "I can not wait to check out that pool tomorrow and drink fruity drinks in fancy glasses and tiny little umbrellas," Lilly explained to Nicole.

"Well, about that…" Nicole trailed off.

"What? Oh my god, please don't tell me that you signed us up for some hike at 8 in the morning. I know you love a fucking activity, but this is supposed to be a vacation, Nic."

"I most certainly did not sign us up for a hike. Gross. I did, however, possibly sign us up to be extras in a T.V. show!"

Lilly's mouth dropped open in shock. "What? Why did you do this to me? You know I can't handle those 10 pounds that cameras add. This is going to be so embarrassing." Lilly sighed and rubbed her temples with her hands. "Fine. What show are we going to be on, anyway?" she asked Nicole.

"Well, about that…" Nicole trailed off again.

"For fuck's sake, Nicole. Just please tell me that if you signed us up for a porno that we're at least getting paid really, really well."

Nicole laughed so hard she fell over on the bed. Once she regained her composure and could breathe again, she looked at Lilly and said, "No. It is nothing like that. I just don't quite know what show we're going to be on. They were super vague and secretive. They did state that there was no nudity, though. I'm sorry I crushed your dreams of being an amateur Canadian porn star."

Lilly giggled as Nicole nudged her with her elbow. "We might want to unpack and get ready to head to bed. We do have to make our debut on screen tomorrow, after all."

The girls woke up at in the morning refreshed and excited about the day ahead of them. They both freshened up a little bit and headed downstairs to their hotel for breakfast filled the mouth-watering bacon, succulent fruit, and fresh made bread and pastries.

After they finished their breakfast, they headed back to their room to begin getting ready for the day. Lilly decided to curl her hair into loose, wavy curls while Nicole straightened her long, raven hair. Lilly put on a pair of dark wash straight legged jeans, a flattering white, V neck t-shirt, black flats, and a faux leather jacket. She stepped back into the main room where Nicole was sitting on the couch waiting for her. "Wow, you're really making me feel underdressed for this, Nic," Lilly told her. Nicole was wearing a red, knee length, spaghetti strap dress that perfectly accentuated her ample cleavage. She was wearing a gold bangle bracelet on her wrist, a few thin, gold necklaces, and gold-toed flats. Nicole blushed slightly as a sly grin slowly crept onto her face. "Don't sell yourself short there, hotshot. If you dress more like this back home, you might get more action."

Lilly and Nicole grabbed their purses and made their way to the lobby. They hailed a cab to the studio. Their drive through Vancouver was beautiful and they arrived soon enough. They got out of the cab and walked up to the building.

The building was large and vague. They were both confused and sure that they did not have the right address. There were no signs and the overall building looked unwelcoming. Nicole started to walk towards the door. She felt Lilly's eyes on her and she knew what she was thinking. "Look, Lilly, we signed up for this. We might as well go and check it out. If all else fails, maybe you will be that amateur actress you were dreaming of," Nicole smirked at her. Lilly sighed silently and walked with Nicole to the door. Before they had a chance to knock, a man opened the door looking frantic.

"You two, get in here already," he ordered, obviously annoyed. "You two are the extras, right?" The girls nodded, silently. "Right. I'm Robert, the casting director. Long story short, the two actresses we hired are nowhere to be found and we have to spots we need to fill. Y'all got any experience in this?"

"Um, yeah. Totally. We were both active in drama class when we were in school and we performed all the time. Lilly here was even in a few local commercials," Nicole retorted. She gained confidence as she spoke. She was naturally charismatic and always sure of herself, which Lilly always admired.

"Okay. Good. My assistant, Annalese, is going to handle this from here. Good luck," Robert informed them and started to walk away before he turned around and warned them, "Oh, and do not screw this up."

"Hi, I'm Annalese. Don't worry about him. He's always like that," she told them with a warm smile.

"So, what show are we going to be in, anyway?" Nicole asked.

"Oh, yeah, it's this show called Supernatural," Annalese responded.

"Supernatural?!" Nicole and Lilly almost yelled in unison.

"Ah, so I guess you've heard of it? That is one reason why we kept the description for the extras vague. Alright, let's get you both over to costume and makeup to see if they want to do anything different with you two. Trisha! I have two of the extras for you for costume and makeup!" She yelled as he walked off. Lilly and Nicole turned to each other and stared at each other, mouths agape, still in shock.

"Nicole, I take back everything I said before. Thank you so much." Lilly said, almost in a whisper. "This is going to be amazing"

They were lead to the costume and makeup area where they met Trisha. "You two are making my job really easy. If I can be frank, you two already look stunning and almost exactly what we envisioned for these characters. Alright, Lilly, is it?"

Lilly nodded.

"Awesome. We're going to keep the pants and the jacket. Let's get you into these heels and this top." The high heels were a beautiful emerald green and sexy. The top was the same color, but silky and low cut. They brought out her eyes and made them shine like emeralds under the bright sun.

"Okay, Nicole. Your dress is perfect, but we are going to have you wear these gold heels. We like heels here, can you tell?" Andrea laughed to herself. The pair got changed into their respective outfits.

"We look damn good, Lilly," Nicole said to Lilly with a smile.

A moment later, the director from before was back and handed Lilly and Nicole each a script.

"Okay, so read over this real quick so that you get the gist of what we're trying to do with this scene. You don't have to memorize it word for word because we do okay with making some stuff up as you go. You two are on set in 10 minutes," he told them and then like magic he was gone. The two read over the scripts as fast as they could until they heard a familiar voice.

"Ah, I think we have our fresh meat over here, Misha," Jensen joked. The two men were miraculously more attractive in person. And taller-so much taller in person. The two men were standing in front of them, smiling.

"Hi, I'm Nicole, and this is my friend, Lilly," Nicole smiled warmly and extended her hand for a handshake.

"It is nice to meet both of you and we hope you have fun filming with us. Oh, and Lilly, you don't have to be so nervous. We don't bite...too hard," Misha said to them with a wink. Nicole felt herself blush and start to bite her lower lip instinctively before she forced herself to stop.

"Thank you both. I-" Lilly was interrupted by a loud voice yelling out, "Everyone on set!"

The group headed to the set. Their scene was set in a bar. Lilly and Nicole positioned themselves at the bar, per their script.

"Action!"

Jared, Misha, and Jensen walked into the bar in their respective character- Sam, Cas, and Dean. "Yeah, we have to come up with a plan to kill the demon, but ya know what? Until then, Imma sit my ass down, have myself a drink, and try to have some fun," Dean said with a smirk.

"Okay, Dean. I think those two women at the bar might be able to assist in what you find 'fun'," Cas responded with a slow turn to Nicole and Lilly.

Lilly and Nicole laughed with each other. "Bartender, four more tequila shots, please?" Lilly asked with a sultry smile. Once the shots were handed to them, she sat one down and positioned the other between Nicole's breasts. She playfully pulled Nicole's hair to expose the left side of her neck. She licked a spot with her tongue and pour some salt on her neck, and positioned a lime in her mouth. Lilly slowly licked the salt off of Nicole's neck. Lilly then put her face into Nicole's cleavage, retrieving the tequila shot with her mouth and slung her head back, drinking it down and finished by getting the lime out of Nicole's awaiting, full lips.

"Damn!" Dean said sucking in a breath. "You know what? Cas, I think you should go see what they're up to. See about getting a body shot," Dean said with a wink. "Go get 'em, slugger."

"I don't play baseball, Dean," Cas said with a confused look before he walked up to Lilly and Nicole.

"Hello. I'm Cas. I was wondering what you were doing," Cas said to them.

"We're just doing some body shots, Cas. I'm Lilly and this is my girlfriend, Nicole," she said to him with a warm, smile.

"What is a body shot?" He asked confused.

"Here, let me show you," Lilly said with a wicked smile. She sat Cas down on a barstool. She grabbed a tequila shot from the bar and placed it between Cas' muscular legs right in his groin. She gently moved his head to the side and licked his neck before she added some salt. She placed her hand on his chin and instructed, "Open, please." Cas opened his mouth willingly, but obviously confused. Lilly looked at Cas with desire in her eyes.

She felt the tension between her thighs as she slid her tongue across his neck. She leaned down between his legs and grabbed the shot glass with her mouth, wishing for the hard item in her mouth to be something else entirely. She threw her head back causing her hair to follow. She grabbed the shot glass and handed it back to Nicole who sat it on the bar. Finally, she leaned into him and to retrieve the lime from his mouth. After a moment of drinking in what she just did, she told him, "That is one version of a body shot. If you're feeling frisky, you can take one off of Nicole," Lilly said to them both mischievously.

"Sure," Cas said, standing up.

Lilly set up Nicole as she had done before. Cas tenderly licked the salt off of Nicole's neck. Lilly could see the goosebumps forming on Nicole's arms. Cas slowly put his head between Nicole's breasts to get the shot before he drank it. He placed his hand on Nicole's face and moved to her lips to get the lime.

"Either you knew that would happen, or you're disappointed that it went so well for him, Dean," Sam said to Dean with a laugh.

"Shut up, Sam," Dean said, obviously annoyed as he slammed back the rest of his whiskey. "Cas, let's go!" Dean yelled over to him.

"Thank you," Cas said to them, earnestly as he walked towards Dean and Sam heading towards the door.

"Anytime," Lilly responded with a wink.

"Cut!" The director yelled out. "That was great everyone. Get ready for the next scene in 10!"

"Holy shit, Nic. Is this really happening?" Lilly asked Nicole in a whisper.

"You bet your hot ass it is. You can sing my praises later," Nicole responded with a wink.

"You two are doing great. Keep up the great work," the director said to them with a smile.

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Lost In The Blue

SPN FanFic

~A party at The Padalecki's turns steamy when Misha turns his eyes your way.~

Misha x Reader, Gen Padalecki, Jensen

1,760 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Porn. Breathplay. Oral. Messy Orgasm.

A/N: Sometimes you just need Misha between your legs....

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It hit you like a tidal wave. That slow tingling desire that had been with you all day suddenly exploded into a rush of desperation. It flooded your veins, it rolled your hips, it kicked your pulse up a thousand notches.

Misha saw you shiver from across the room. Blue eyes shone bright even in the dimly lit area, falling over you with interest. A smile caught his lips as you tried to bleed your own, stabbing your bottom lip with your teeth to hold in a moan. He knew. He could see it in the way your nostrils flared and your chest rose with a heavy breath. Fuck, he could practically smell you from across the room.

He winked subtly and the entire world fell away. The Padalecki's living room was no more. The party surrounding you, the low din of human voices ceased to make any sense to your fragile mind.

There was only Misha.

He laughed at something Jensen said as he lifted a crystal glass to his lips, responding to his companion but not looking at him. He was locked in on you. His stare pierced your being; you could feel the blue dancing downwards over your body, lingering by your heaving breasts, caressing your stomach and thighs. Your pussy clenched, thighs tensing shut as he swallowed his drink, muscles in his throat slowly pulsing. His eyes shot back up to yours and you gasped, knees refusing to hold you in place for a second.

Misha laughed smugly to himself and looked away, knowing just what he was doing to you. He was in total control of your body and didn’t even have to say a word. One flick of his tongue against his lips was as good as against your clit; a turn of his wrist in conversation may have just as well been deep inside your cunt.

You were losing your mind and he loved every second of it.

Someone spoke to you, trying to pry your attention from the Sex God across the way, but the thin voice fluttered passed your ear with no impact.

“Y/N?” Gen tried again, holding out a refill of your drink, but you couldn’t even move to take it. “You OK?”

Misha snuck a glance at you, sapphire eyes turning at the corner. He smirked and you gave up the facade, jumping to your feet and nearly knocking Gen off of hers.

“I’m good, thanks,” you mumbled absently as you rushed across the thick carpet to take what you needed.

Jensen was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, turning with the action and blocking your path to Misha. He was no obstacle for you, just a cone in the road. You moved around him like you were slipping into a hot bath, toe first, body sliding against him, pushing him gently out of the way.

He startled and laughed. “Hey, Y/N/N, what-”

Misha grinned as you attacked, utterly ignoring Jensen and sliding your right hand up Misha’s hard chest, wrapping it around the nape of his neck. Your fingers dug into the forest of soft black hair and pulled, urging him to dip down to meet your lips.

“Hey, babe,” he chuckled when you loosened your grip.

“Don’t babe me,” you grit, reached down between you to tug on his belt. He lurched forward, spilling a bit of his drink down your back, but you didn’t care. You pushed up on your toes and down with your hand as you licked his ear. “Need you. Now.”

You heard his swallow, felt his cock twitch.

Misha cleared his throat and stood up, turning just a bit to nod at Jensen. “Would you excuse us for a moment?”

Jensen laughed as Misha’s arm circled your waist and turned you towards the door. “Have fun!”

The bedrooms were unlocked, the upstairs was empty.

Halfway down the hall, you grabbed Misha’s arm, spinning him around so you could jump; shoving him hard against the wall and biting his big pink bottom lip. His scruff scratched your face, tongue jabbed at yours. He was wet and hot and his hands cupped your cheeks, holding on while you breathed into him.

“What’s gotten into you tonight?” he asked, eyes huge and darkening by the second.

“Just...I don’t know,” you said honestly, a hint of a moan on the end of each word. “I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me on Jared’s bed.”

His jaw dropped slightly and you nipped at it, tugging on that sweet juicy lip as your desire rolled around in his head.

“Uh…”

“Please, Misha… please.” You rolled your palm over his quickly stiffening cock and he hummed happily.

“Yeah. Yeah, OK.”

Third door on the left. Fresh flowers on every flat surface. Huge window looking out over the pool. Bed big enough to get lost in for days.

Misha popped the snaps on your bra as you raced to the bed. You yanked at your dress, pulling it up and off as he fiddled with his pants behind you.

“God, you are so fucking sexy,” you moaned, watching the deep cuts of his hip bones move as he pulled off his shirt.

“Have you seen yourself lately?” he teased, hair a mess as he emerged from his shirt.

Kicking off your panties, you fell to your knees at his feet, thumbs hooking around the elastic of his orange boxer briefs. “You don’t need to sweet talk me tonight, Misha. I’m ready to go.”

Misha sucked in a quick breath as you licked a long line down his cock, tip to root and back before pulling the head between your lips. “Fuck. Yes, you are.”

He was hard on your tongue, thick and heavy. You swallowed him down, slowly burying your face in the black down at the base, loving how he jabbed at the back of your throat. Misha dropped a hand to the back of your head and held you there for a long moment, waiting until you gagged to let you go. You pulled back with a gasping breath and looked up longingly as you fisted his cock.

“Please fuck me, please.”

Misha dropped his chin and stared deep into your eyes, the blue pushing out everything but the motion of your hand steadily pumping his cock and the hot slick between your thighs.

“Is that what you need, Pretty One?” he asked, wiping a line of spit from your cheek with his wide, calloused thumb.

Your clit was throbbing painfully, your cunt aching to be filled. You whimpered pathetically and nodded, almost at the point of tears. “Please!”

Misha smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear. “Up on the bed...”

The mattress was firm but the blankets were soft, cradling your back as you lay down, spreading your legs wide for him, bending your knees high.

Misha stepped forward, fingers teasing his shaft. “You are totally soaked,” he reported, watching the arousal trickle down from your pulsing cunt.

“Yeah…” you whined, pawing at your naked tits. “I told you.”

“Maybe I should grab a towel. Don’t wanna make a mess of Gen’s nice bedspread.”

He made a move to turn away but you yelped dramatically and reached for him, clawing at his arm as you sat up.

“I. Need. You to fuck me, Misha,” you commanded firmly. “Now.”

The bed shook as he jumped up, sliding between your thighs as he kissed you hard, pushing you back down onto the blanket. You moaned around his tongue and your hands roamed upwards, fingers dancing over the thick muscles of his arms, the deep dips of his collarbone. He was so hard, so thick, that it made your body ache.

He rolled his hips slowly and nudged at your clit, the instant rush of pleasure making you cry out.

A big hand covered your mouth and Misha peered down into your soul. “Shhh…”

Lost in the blue, your heart began to race, nostrils widening as the pulled in the air around his heavy hand, taking in his musky sweet scent with it. Your eyes rolled and Misha sunk deep inside your cunt, filling you up completely.

He felt you shudder and the next cry was muffled nicely by his palm.

“So fucking tight, Y/N.” He jerked forward, rolling your hips up with him, making you work for it. “Love this little pussy.”

You clenched around him, body gripping him tight.

“You gonna cum already?” he asked, amazed but almost there himself.

Your eyes went huge and you nodded, still caught by his big hand.

“Take a deep breath,” he whispered, removing his hand. You sucked in a lung full of air and held it as he dropped his fingers to your clit, rubbing hard and fast. “Cum, Y/N.”

At last that terribly delicious ache was relieved and you came hard on his cock, leaking down and around him. It dribbled down your ass onto the blanket and Misha bucked his hips hard, following suit.

That first breath was magical, filling up your lungs and entire body; every cell so full of him, every sense beating and living for Misha.

You went limp beneath him as he kissed you sweetly, mapping your cheeks and neck with tiny wet kisses that tickled your skin. When his arms refused to work any longer, he dropped down on top of you hard, pushing you fully into the bed and then rolling away, pulling you along for the ride.

“You’re amazing,” you sighed, cuddling into his warm chest. He smelled like pine and sweat, sawdust and hardwork; sex. You kissed his nipple playfully and he squirmed, pushing your face away and up to take a proper taste.

“That was incredibly hot,” he said, letting you go after a moment. “But, seriously, what got into you?” He laughed and sat up slowly, running a hand through his messy hair.

“No idea, honestly.” You shrugged and sat up on your elbows. “I was just sitting there...watching you watching me… and… do you know how fucking sexy you are?”

Misha laughed again and tossed your bra at you. “Do you know how much trouble we’re gonna be in if Jared comes up here and sees this mess?”

Bashfully, you looked down at the spot you’d left behind. “That’s...oops?”

“We’ll pay for the dry cleaning,” he said assuringly, pulling up his briefs.

You cringed and hopped up off of the bed, worry creeping up your spine. “Gonna be expensive.”

Misha slapped your ass lovingly and squeezed. “Worth it.”

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