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For those who want the full non-TMZ story, I’m just going to put this here...
https://www.statesman.com/news/20191028/details-rsquosupernaturalrsquo-star-jared-padalecki-accused-of-assault-at-austin-bar
"Supernatural" actor Jared Padalecki has been accused of assaulting two employees at a downtown Austin bar, court documents say.Austin polic
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I’ve been so fucking worried about this man since they announced that 15 would be the last....
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Imagine: Receiving a text from halfway across the planet, about the man sitting next to you. Characters: Reader and kind of Jared. Story time: You had been enjoying a quiet night of reading your lines over with J2M in Jared’s lounge room in Austin when your phone buzzed with a text from your friend. “Hang on guys, I’ve got to check this. It could be important,” you notified them rather sheepishly. You always stopped for contact from back home since there was a close call with another friend of yours and a car accident. “All good Y/N, we should probably stop and order some food anyway.” Jensen said; you chuckled at his constant want for food.
"I know you refuse to learn how to use twitter but look at this. I bet ‘daddy’ suits him in more ways than one 😘😜" Y/B/F had written, attaching a screenshot of Jared’s Twitter post about his day. It was with a red face that you quickly tapped out a response. “You’re not the first one to have that thought.”you smirked down at your phone and hit send before lifting your head, only to notice Jared had left the room. “Yeah okay baby girl,” Came a deep whisper from over your shoulder of the tall man in question. You stood frozen in absolute shock, your phone clutched in white knuckles, as Jared chuckled barely loud enough for even you to hear and moved forward back into the room, brandishing takeout menus.
I love when people like random fics of mine because then I re-read them and get all proud.
There are very few men I’d call daddy, and Jarpad is on that very short list (there’s only three).
My heroes.
So I’ve been having terrible dreams lately.
One featured an amalgamation of every man I know (represented as one person and in the dream a close friend) sitting with me and telling me that had my housemate and I not visited him the night before he would have killed himself. I woke up mid heart broken cry.
Another featured my grandmother being sent creative pieces (a piece of writing and an artwork) I had done at eight years old (18 years ago) by a family friend. Because they hadn’t been worked on by me in those 18 years, and I’d left them with the friend, they weren’t good enough and let her down. Me letting her down also proved to her that none of the family cared about her. She told me all of this on the phone. I woke up mid heartbreak.
I haven’t slept well in days and was about to have another bad dream last night, and who the fuck turns up in my dream?
Jared (holy Jesus he’s beautiful) Padalecki
Jensen fucking Ackles.
A bunch of other cast members who would chop and change.
The cast of supernatural, lead by Jarpad, turned up to chase away my bad dream. I haven’t even watched SPN in months.... my god damn heroes.
Just What You Wanted
Square Filled: Pegging
Characters: Jared x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags: anal sex
Summary: Jared is at a convention and missing the reader, but she has a special surprise for him.
Word Count: 2414
Created for @spnkinkbingo
“It’s not fair that your conventions are so much more fun than mine.” You leaned back against the headboard of your hotel room bed and adjusted your leg to put your heel flat on the bed to make sure Jared had a good view of your thigh now that your short silk robe had slid all the way down to the crease where your leg met your torso. “Hearing a bunch of lectures about cognitive development is not my idea of fun.” You swung your knee slowly back and forth. “It’d be a lot more fun if you were here.”
He smiled at you showing off those adorably sexy dimples that had been more than a little responsible for you falling in love with him. Jared knew where this was going, or at least he thought he did. “You can come to one of my conventions whenever you want.” He dropped his voice. “I’d like it if you were here now. I miss the way you taste.” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip for emphasis.
You reached for the tie at your waist, opened your robe, and let it fall from your shoulders. It was subtle, but you caught Jared’s intake of breath. The bra and panty set was one he hadn’t seen before; you’d bought it since the last time he left for Vancouver. It was just as silky smooth as the now gone robe and having the desired effect. You traced your fingertip along the top edge of your bra over your breasts. “What do you miss tasting the most?”
Jared licked his lips again, not realizing it this time. “Your mouth, your nipples, how sweet you are between your legs.” His voice did things to you. Your breath caught in your throat as you unhooked your bra and slipped the straps down your arms. You ran your hands over your body touching every part of you that you knew Jared liked to kiss the most.
You twisted to reach beneath the pillow next to you where Jared’s head should be. “I’ve got a little surprise for you.” You pulled the toy out that the two of you had talked about several times. Jared wanted to try it, and since being shy in the bedroom was not part of your personality; you were more than willing. In fact, you couldn’t wait to see how Jared would react to the new sensation.
His immediate reaction was a little laugh and a hand over his face. When Jared looked back at the camera, he was still smiling. “You really got it?”
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The Bet [2] | b. hargrove
SUMMARY: Billy Hargrove never turns down a challenge.
PAIRING: Billy Hargrove x Reader
WARNINGS: Language, angst, fluff, eventual smut
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
RATING: 18+
NOTES: Um, thanks for stickin’ around? Also that gif should be classified as porn because of reasons. Posting this because I can’t wait any longer.
Part Two
The damage to your car would cost a whopping $400 to fix, a hefty amount more than your piddly savings account was boasting. Randy Donner, the owner of the body shop, had even given you a small discount because he knew your father really well, but the final number was still stuck in your head. Maybe your dad’s insurance would cover it.
Fortunately, your dad wouldn’t be home until after your shift at Hawkins’s only comic book store, so you could stave off that conversation for a few hours. What pissed you off the most about the whole thing was that there wasn’t even any paint transfer from the other vehicle.
After leaving Randy’s body shop, you had just enough time to run home and change before your shift started. You threw on a pair of rattier jeans and a plain black shirt, an unofficial uniform of Comic Book Palace. Lacing your sneakers, you called out a quick goodbye to your mother and headed into town. You pulled your car into the rear lot.
Your coworker, Lil, was leaning against the counter when you walked in, the bell above the door announcing your arrival. She snapped her gum, looking at you blandly.
“You’re late,” she muttered. Glancing at the clock above her head, you scoffed.
“By like, three minutes, Lil. Give me a break.”
“Whatever. I’m leaving. Have fun.”
Lil was a character. The two of you didn’t necessarily get along, despite sharing similar feelings about working in a comic book store. Read: you despised it. But that’s as far as your similarities went. Lil was into smoking and drinking and wearing nothing but the color black, she cursed like a sailor even when customers were present, and her overall attitude just screamed fuck off. You weren’t really sure how she managed to land her job, but Lil was pretty enough, and your manager had a thing for pretty girls.
At that thought a slimy shiver slid down your spine. Marv owned the store and managed it full time instead of paying someone else to do it. He was in his late twenties and creepy as hell, but you supposed you had to have a level of creepiness if you were a twenty-something-year-old man who owned a comic book store.
Throwing your bag into the locker in the break room, you grabbed your name tag and pinned it to your shirt. One good thing about your job was the lack of official uniforms. You punched in on your time card, offering a polite wave to Marv as he sat in his office balancing books. He gave you a lewd smile, not shy in the least in giving you a once-over. You rolled your eyes when your back was to him.
You spent the first portion of your shift straightening out the comics, facing the shelves, and dusting around the counter. Sheesh, did Lil do anything productive on her shift ever?
At ten of four the bell over the door rang, and you looked over to see your quartet of favorite customers piling into the store. You grinned widely at them as they tripped over each other to get to the counter.
“Did it come in? Do you have it?” Dustin asked, the others repeating the same questions.
“Calm down, calm down. Yes we have it. It just came in yesterday.” Ducking under the counter, you dug through a cardboard box and pulled out four copies of the latest Iron Man comic. You laid them on the counter and the four boys in front of you scooped them up and nearly ripped the pages in their rush to open them.
Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas had been coming into the comic book store longer than you’d worked there. When you first started, you hadn’t had a clue about comic books, but that changed after just one meeting with the boys. Dustin had started it off by asking how you even got a job at a comic store if you knew nothing about them, and then he wandered to the shelves and picked up a comic.
He threw it on the counter, ordered you to read it despite the fact that you were on the clock, and then spent the next thirty minutes explaining everything to you about that particular issue.
It was an odd sort of friendship that blossomed from that first day, but the boys had become your favorite customers and your best friends.
They ended up migrating to the circle of chairs closer to the back of the store, chattering away about the new issue. You smiled after them, shaking your head, before resuming your duties of keeping the store clean. Your cleaning eventually brought you over to the boys.
“Oh so did you hear? Someone beat Dustin’s score on Dig Dug,” Lucas teased, his teeth glimmering against his dark skin as he grinned. Your eyebrows rose and you looked over at a grumbling Dustin. “Some kid named Mad Max.”
“But you’re the champ of Dig Dug! How could someone beat your score?”
“No clue, but he did it.” Lucas was still smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
“You’re enjoying this too much, Lucas,” you said with a smirk, pointing the feather duster at him.
“Just means that Dustin is still second best. Wha-bam!” Lucas gestured wildly with his hands, miming dropping a bomb.
“All right, all right, that’s enough,” Dustin stated, closing up the comic book as he finished it. “Let’s go. It’s dinner time.”
The boys continued to bicker as they handed you back the comics, thanking you for letting them hang out for a while, and then they left.
After them, you had a total of one other customer, a girl about the same age as the boys. Her hair was bright red and she held a skateboard under her arm.
“Hi, can I help you find anything?” you asked her. Her head whipped around to you.
“Um, do you have any Captain Marvel?” she asked timidly, her face tinging pink. You smiled politely and nodded. Stepping around the counter, you led her down the aisles until you found the Captain Marvel section.
“Any particular issue you’re looking for?” She shook her head. “Okay. Well, have you read her comics before? If not, I suggest starting from the beginning. We have issues one through twelve in stock right now, but we might be getting more in the next few weeks. Let me know if you need any help okay? My name’s Y/N.”
“Max,” the girl replied with a small smile. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Max ended up staying until you were closing up the store, getting lost in the world of Carol Danvers. Knowing Marv was still in the back room, and probably would be for most of the night, you offered to wait with Max for her ride to come pick her up. She waited up front while you fetched your bag, took off your name tag, and once again waved politely at Marv.
“Have a wonderful night, Y/N,” he said lasciviously. Cringing, you hurried back up to the front where Max was waiting.
You sat on the curb with her next to your car, asking her about school and what got her into Marvel comics. The sound of a revving engine halted your conversation as a blue Camaro came flying into the lot. Smoke streamed from the driver’s side door. You and Max stood up and your eyes glanced over to the Camaro; you suppressed a groan when you saw its driver. The passenger window rolled down and the smirking face of Billy Hargrove greeted you.
“You work at the Nerd Palace, princess?” he taunted, bringing the cigarette to his mouth to take a long drag. You scrunched your nose as he blew it out towards you, waving it away.
“Smoking kills, you know,” you groused. Max smirked as she stood up to put her skateboard in the backseat. “This is your brother?”
“Step-brother,” she corrected sourly.
“I am so sorry, kid.” You smiled as she laughed, but it dropped when you shot Billy a glare. Max flipped the passenger seat forward and sat down it, closing the door but leaning out the window. “Next time I’ve got some cool comics for you.”
You ignored Billy’s derisive snort and his grumbling, something along the lines of “cool and comics don’t belong together”. Max, meanwhile, smiled and nodded excitedly, and without saying another word, Billy floored it, tires squealing as he peeled out of the lot. You watched as his taillights faded into the distance. Shaking your head, you got into your car and prepared yourself for a long discussion with your dad about your car.
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I just had a realisation.
I am as old now as Dean was in the pilot.
If I was his parent I would think he was too young to hunt.
I am too young to hunt.
Your wish is my command Request from @crazyfangirl345: Could you do a Sam x reader where you fall asleep while studying and Sam carries you bridal style to ur bed. fluff plz! Characters: Sam X Reader Notes: Y/C/F: Your Chosen Field, Y/N/N: Your Nick-Name. Story time: To any onlooker the two of you huddled in a corner of the extensive library, would just look like one bored student and one made for academic greatness. The difference was in what you were studying. Sam was avidly pouring over lore books that spanned a Millenia; you were studying for finals for your Ph.D. in Y/C/F, and having already completed your thesis it all felt quite redundant. Every time Sam would gasp or offer a sound of understanding you would lift your eyes too willingly and try to get him to share what he’d read. “Next week Y/N. Next week I will spend all the time in the world filling your head with what I’ve read.” He’d smile and point at your books. “But for now, you are so close, you’re almost there, don’t fall off the wagon now.” He would always finish with pride burning in his eyes and voice. You would huff and pout, and he would just smile and lower his eyes again. This went on for hours, and had been happening for weeks. You liked it when Sam would research in the bunker, while you studied. He was calming and invigorating at the same time. Sometimes you’d get caught staring at him and you’d blush; other times you could swear he’d been staring at you, and you’d still blush. You had no idea what was happen between the two of you, but you were more than happy to go with the flow if it meant spending so much time with Sam. As day turned to night, you became more and more insistent on knowing what Sam was reading about; or rather, ignoring what you were meant to be studying. It wasn’t until you hadn’t asked Sam anything in a half hour that he looked up to see that you’d fallen asleep. He marked his page with a cheesy smile on his face, and crossed to your chair in two easy steps. “Y/N/N.” Sam whispered, kneeling to be at face level. Your eyes fluttered open for less than a second before sliding shut again. “Time for bed Y/N.” He said softly and brushed your hair behind your ear. You smiled at the light touch, fuzzy with early sleep. Sam sighed and hooked his arms under your shoulders and knees, then stood up slowly. After a few steps you woke to see Sam looking down at you smiling. You lightly brushed his cheek and then giggled. One of Sam’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. “You’re carrying me like a bride.” You answered nonchalantly and shrugged, nuzzling into his chest still very close to sleep. You smiled at the deep rumble of his chest as he chuckled. “Well where to Mrs Winchester?” You heard through his chest. “Well my room is closer.” You suggested, shrugging but blushing wildly. “Your wish is my command.” Sam said, seconds later he was pushing his back against your door. “Here you are.” His deep voice sounded from above you in the room that was only lit by the hallway. Sam set you down gently, tucked you in, and brushed a hand through your hair. When he thought you had gone back to sleep quickly he leant down and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight Mrs Winchester.” He sighed and headed to the door. “Sam?” Your voice was nervous and hushed, but he’d heard it nonetheless. “Y/N?” He asked turned and leant on the door frame. “I want to fall asleep with my husband.” You barely whispered and patted the bed next to you. Sam blushed ruby-red, but you couldn’t see, and stepped forward closing the door. Seconds later you felt the bed dip next to you, and a set of very soft lips were on yours. “As I said, your wish is my command.” He said huskily and offered an arm for you to lay on. Soon you were both asleep; your hands were on his chest and his free hand was tangled in your hair.
“You know what Billy, I’m done!” you yelled.
“Fine, just fucking leave Y/N. Just like everybody else!” Billy screamed back at you, slamming the door behind you, as you left.
I know this isn’t SPN but my heart hurts okay
Imagine meeting Sam, for the first time since your were twelve, at an orientation party at Stanford and just clicking. You go back to his place and giggle at his mattress on the floor. You talk all night, and as day breaks you both decide without words that cuddling is allowed. You both smile, finally realising college was the right choice.
Small Coincidences
Imagine the two most memorable times you had seen Sam Winchester being: The exact moment he had received the text from John saying that he had to leave school early and would be blowing town that night, exactly two minutes and forty-six seconds after he had asked and you had agreed to be his girlfriend, and; The first day at Stanford when you both stood at the sign-up desk for the debating squad.
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