Misha Collins: uses his platform for advocating for some of the much needed causes using the content and/or people, sometimes characters he knows will get people's attention
So called Misha fans: Misha is such an attention seeker
it's so weird truly not knowing if the writers are as big-brained as I am hoping they are or if they're just being weird and kind of problematic. Like Roy acting so aggressively towards Jamie specifically, even after he was THE person for Jamie after Man City, in a way he really isn't with any other character on the show these days, IS an interesting (and potentially very weird & bad) writing choice. But it also has the potential to be SO IN CHARACTER and serve as a way to gradually and finally address all of Roy's emotional problems and why Jamie gets so particularly under his skin (because he reminds Roy so much of his younger self) and how Roy actually cares about him SO DEEPLY already but has no healthy way to express it. If they address all that by the end of the season oh boy...I am winning...the character arc of it all!! Roy and Jamie growing alongside and because of one another into the best versions of themselves!! However... if the end goal here is just to continue to play Roy's aggression for laughs and rolling back everything they built up in the Man City episode (that never was addressed again)... it couldn't be worse writing or poorer treatment of these characters and I am forever mad :/ and i don't know how to feel because i truly don't know what they're planning and that makes me upset!!!!
A/N: Hey y’all! While I have a hundred WIPs (including sugar babies stuff and FDK) I’ve decided to uhh further procrastinate and start a different fic.
Basically, I’m sitting in the dark listening to “Rosie” by John Mayer and got in my feelings. It’s a great song! Title comes from the lyrics.
Plot: Jim decides to visit his ex. Even if it’s just for one more night.
Warnings: angst. smut. cheating. not being over an ex lmfao. alcohol use. mostly soft smut. there’s some dirty talk. spanking.
The bright moon illuminated his room as Jim laid in the dark comfort of his empty bed.
Another dream of her.
Her soft skin, her airy laughter, her touch.
Her.
He scrolled through the pictures he had saved on his phone from his time with her. Time and time again he told himself he’d delete them, but he could never quite erase the memory of her.
Of them.
12:22 a.m.
“Fuck it,” he groaned out as he got out of bed. He let his feet drag him to the bottle of her favorite wine he still kept in the back of his fridge. Just in case.
Just in case she ever wandered through his door again.
It wasn’t like Jim hadn’t tried to move on from Y/N. Y/N had moved on from him; that alone was enough to make the pit of his stomach burn. He should be over her, but he wasn’t.
He let the sweet cherry wine stain his lips and blur his thoughts. Drinking straight from the bottle he thought about the way her favorite lipstick matched the wine he drank.
1:46 a.m.
Jim found himself buzzed off of yearning feelings and tinted wine. He sat in the back of an Uber outside her house. The driver cleared his throat for Jim to get out of the car as he stared longingly at her home. The cold rain pattered on the window heavily. The heavy rain mimicked the way his heart was pounding in this chest.
A home she was building with someone else.
Jim took a deep breath as he tapped his knuckles on the door. He knew she was home alone since his car wasn’t in her drive way.
Y/N heard her phone buzzing from her nightstand. She saw Jim’s name flash on her screen. Her heart sank seeing the contact photo she still had for him; Jim in their favorite diner with the morning light making his blue eyes look as blue as the ocean.
She knew he’d only call at this time if it were important.
“Hello? Jim?” Jim’s heart skipped a beat as he heard her sleep coated voice over the phone. “Is everything alright?”
“Y/N, come get the door for me.” he tipped forward, resting his forehead on her door.
“What?” she sat up reaching for the switch on her bedside table.
“Please, Y/N. I - I need you,” he tried not sound so desperate, but truth is, he was. It was the desperation that drove him there.
Y/N grabbed a cardigan and threw it over her tank top and shorts she slept in. She looked like what she would describe as a mess, but it was Jim she was seeing - and she’s never really felt as comfortable around anyone like she did with Jim.
Even if they weren’t together, it didn’t just erase all of their history.
“Jim.”she let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding.
“Y/N.” Her name felt familiar on his lips.
“I miss you,” his hand grabbed hers. He didn’t dare break away his eyes from her. He felt lost in them.
She began to shake her head ‘no.’ As much as she felt the emotions tugging at her heart she knew it was wrong. She was with someone new.
Jim and Y/N could both recognize the fire that had drawn them together - neither one was sure if it ever ended.
For them, it was the right person at the wrong time.
Y/N felt like Jim needed more than she could offer. It’s not that she didn’t love Jim. Because she did. She just needed to take care of herself before she could take care of him in the way he needed.
A cold shiver ran down Jim’s spine. Despite the cold rain hitting his back, he felt warm to be in her presence again.
“Jim you should go home,” she spoke softly, dropping her hand from his.
“I had a dream about you.” Jim blurted out, feeling like he was losing her all over again, “It’s why I’m here,” he took a step forward.
“I’m sorry, Jim.” Y/N started to step back, but Jim put his hand on the doorframe to keep her from shutting the door on him.
“Please, baby.”
Baby.
She paused for a moment blinking back tears she didn’t realize she had.
“Shit. Sorry, Y/N. Y/N.” He corrected himself, “Just let me in.”
“Yeah. Okay. Yeah.” She could convinced herself to let him in. At least until he’s completely sober, she told herself.
Jim followed her inside. Not much had changed since that last time he was there. Her home still smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and her plants were still withering away.
He sat at her table as she wandered through the kitchen starting a pot of coffee. Watching her move around her home reminded him of how things used to be; reminded him of early morning dances in the kitchen and late night conversations of what the future would hold.
Y/N handed Jim his mug before she took a sip of her own drink.
Why was he here?
Why did she not feel as bad as she knew she should for having her ex over at two in the morning?
She knew the answer to both those questions, but it was easier to pretend she didn’t. Even if just for a little.
Y/N looked down at her cup, avoiding Jim’s heavy gaze.
“Where is he?” Jim tried to keep the emotion out of his voice, but it rang clearly in her ears.
She paused. Weighing out her response. “Why does it matter?”
“I guess it doesn’t, huh?”
Another pause.
“Are you happy?” his voice was quiet like he almost didn’t want to be heard. He noticed Y/N look up from her drink; finally meeting his eyes.
Her heart was racing in her chest. She let out a long sigh, steadying herself. “Why are you here, Jim?” her head shook in slight disapproval.
“I wanted to see you.” his held his mug tightly, letting the hot ceramic warm his cold hands.
“At 2:00 a.m.” it wasn’t a question.
Jim licked his lips, the corner of his mouth tugging up in a slight smile. “I had a dream about you.” Images of her body pressed against his flashed in his mind again. The silky tune of her moans lingered in his head. He got up from his seat and stood behind her. One hand on her hip, the other reaching for her hand. His lips were dangerously close to her ear, she could feel his warm breath on her neck.
“You were in my bed.” he pushed her cardigan off her shoulder, placing a kiss on it. “We were like we used to be.”
“Do you miss me?” his nose nuzzled her arm, inhaling her sweet fragrance. Even if Y/N didn’t want to have a reaction to Jim - she did.
Every fiber in her body her burning - yearning, for his touch. She couldn’t stop herself from relaxing back against his chest, letting his hand roam up and down her side.
“We can’t.” she said, but leaned her head back allowing Jim access to her neck.
Jim’s hand traveled up her neck and to her chin, turning her head to make her look up at him. “Do you miss me?” he repeated the question with so much more intensity.
He felt her head nodding against his hand. She turned around, her back pressed to the counter as Jim cornered her in. He cupped her face and smashed his lips to hers. All the longing was melting between their mouths as he tasted her lips again.
Y/N kissed him back lost in his touch. The back of her mind compared the way their kiss differed from the ones her boyfriend gave her. The sudden thought of him entering her mind made her shove against Jim’s chest reluctantly.
“Just tonight. Give me one more night.” Jim pleaded. He felt hallow without her, but that had always been his problem. Y/N couldn’t fill all his voids, but the spot she filled made him happy.
The lump in his throat throbbed but he didn’t go all the way there to cry.
She knew him well enough to feel an ache of her own. Despite all his flaws - all their flaws, she loved him. That wouldn’t change.
“Just tonight.” she whispered so quietly, she almost didn’t hear herself.
Y/N got out from between Jim and her counter and walked to her room, looking over her shoulder to make sure Jim followed her. And of course he did.
He always did.
Again, Jim was content with seeing how little her room had changed in the period they were apart. Y/N bent down to pick up a mens shirt that was discarded on the floor. A sheepish look on her face crossed when Jim saw her begin to hide it in a pile of her clothes. He took her hand, shaking his head, letting her leave the shirt where it was.
A silent reminder that this was just for one night.
The room buzzed with anticipation as they both lingered around the bed. “No need to be nervous. It’s just me, remember?” Y/N wanted to freeze this moment - this night, for forever.
“I know,” she stayed still.
“Just me.” Jim leaned in to kiss her, hands on her waist. “And you,” he squeezed down on her sides making a giggle erupt out of her.
“It’s more complicated than that,” she rolled her eyes, a hint of a lingering on her lips.
Jim placed his finger at the center of her lips, “Shh,” he pushed her down on the bed, starting to climb over her, “Enough of that. Just you and me.”
He started to kiss her neck. Plush lips traveled to her chest that rose up and down. The temperature in the room began to rise despite the cold January rain outside.
“I missed you,” she admitted aloud for the first time that evening. She grabbed his face and pulled him away from her chest to kiss his lips. He smiled into the kiss. Jim relived his dream.
Y/N (with some support from Jim) flipped them around so she could sit on his thighs. He hastily peeled off her top, throwing it across the room. Him couldn’t tear his eyes away from her body. If this were the last night, the last opportunity he got, he wanted to use it to memorize every curve and every dip of her body.
She began to grind herself down on his lap. Her thin little shorts were close to no barrier from his growing bulge. Jim let his head fall back on the pillow as Y/N continued to feel his hardening cock tease her pussy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he dragged his fingers down the side of her torso, watching as the goosebumps raised on her skin.
Y/N raised her hips and Jim helped her tug her shorts off along with her panties. Jim’s pants quickly followed. She sat back down on his lap, his hard length nestled between her glistening folds. She slowly moved up and down his length, teasing herself and Jim before he even entered her.
He dug his fingers into her hips, stopping her mid-track. “I can’t take anymore teasing.” he rasped. “I need to be inside you.”
Y/N leaned down to kiss him, pulling away with a bite to his lower lip.
She grabbed his cock at the base and began to jerk him in her palm a few times before aligning her entrance with it. His head opened her up and she slowly sank down on him. She hissed quietly at how the stretching ached.
“Fuck,” she cursed. He was not even all the way inside her pussy when she began to rock her hips, helping him ease into her.
“God, baby.” he choked out.
She missed this. More than she thought. She missed Jim.
His blissed out expression beneath her. The way he knew exactly where to place his hands. How he made her feel complete in more than one way.
“Feels so good.” her nails dug into his chest when his tip finally brushed against her cervix; she sat snugly on the entire stretch of his cock.
“Move for me, baby.” he began to guide her hips. He got her started, but he really wanted this to be her show.
The wet sounds that filled the room as she bounced down on his cock were enough to almost intoxicate Jim. Skin slapped together found a pace that worked for her.
Y/N could feel every inch, every vein, being hugged tightly by the walls of her dripping cunt.
“You’re so tight.” he growled, “Does he even fuck you right?” Jim’s hand smacked down on her ass when she began to pick up the pace.
She was way passed the point of forming coherent sentences; Y/N was rapidly chasing her orgasm to the tune of her moaning and whimpering.
“Keep going. C’mon, cum for me.” he bucked his hips up me meet the roll of her own.
His guiding words help send her over the edge. Her body convulsed and pulsed around his cock, edging him closer.
Y/N crumbled around him, cumming all over him. Watching the way her eyes rolled back and her chest bounced along with her was enough to make him’s throbbing member explode inside her.
He groaned out her name as he spilled himself into her pussy. Her grinding and bouncing became sloppier and sloppier until she came to an exhaustion, making her collapse on his chest when he slipped out of her.
Jim held her there. On his chest, he held his whole world.
For just one night.
He gently laid her on her side of the bed and pulled the covers up over them. “I love you,” she mumbled around her yawn, letting her heavy eyelids close.
“I love you too,” he whispered back.
Jim laid her bed, in another man’s spot, watching her sleep as he dreaded the morning sun that would wash away their night.
But he held no regrets. Jim replayed that last few hours from his lonely night in his apartment to being back in bed with her.
6:23 a.m.
Jim wasn’t able to recall when he lost his battle with sleep and passed out. The warm sun of a new day broke through the window of Y/N’s room woke him up. The familiarity of waking up in her room panged his heart.
Y/N was still sleeping peacefully. Her lips were pursed in a perfect pout as she dreamed of Jim.
Jim stood up and quietly redressed himself. He leaned down to kiss her forehead; leaving before she woke up. He left her with the memory of one more night and dreams of him.
--yeehaw--
is this trash? probably. but this has been one of my most played songs since 2017 so it was bound to inspire something.
Ok how is everyone just going back to normal and praising OPH? Most of these people are the same ones that were ripping into it when OPH2 was airing. Did I miss something? Weren't we all shitting on OPH because of its racist storylines? How are people calling it their favorite when book 2 was so bad
that’s a good question! ok so imma answer it from my personal view but if anyone wants to add their pov just quote this post. so the reason why i find oph to be my favourite series is not only because of bryce but because i genuinely enjoy the friendship group and the medical aspect of it. book one was well written and book two was a mess, a lot of people were already invested because of the first book as well as the fact that they had lis and friends that they enjoyed spending time with. although, it absolutely did have problematic aspects to it which we called out in the hopes of pb learning about those tropes and as pb have noticed that we were complaining abt the book we are hoping book three will be better.
