I can't help but think of redheels!jared & cokewhore!jensen whenever I listen to 'off to the races' by lana del rey. The whole song is definitely them, I mean "he loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart" definitely in jared's pov❤️❤️
♥ ♥ ♥ oh god. i feel very kill me/fuck me/hold me right now.
(and valentine’s day is coming up for them, wherever they are. maybe it’s like christmas for whoreboys like jared. lonely old men with lonely old hearts willing to pay double on february 14 for a wet mouth and a cute face.
jared’s got his best red polish on, getting ready for a big sale night, rolling his thigh highs up over his should-be soccer knees when jensen says maybe tonight’s not such a good idea, jared. dangerous out there. and jared cackles, blows a fat bubble with his gum, every night is a danger. he’s got his switchy tucked into his garter, he’ll be fine.
but jensen looks anxious, worryingly fidgety.
and jared says, cautious, “hmm. maybe. maybe, yeah. probably wouldn’t be too risky if i just – just went out to get a meal somewhere, though. and if i had company…” and for once jensen nods, little rosebud pink cheeks, and jared trades his red heels for his red chucks and they eat at a little all night taqueria with a sputtering neon sign that says OPEN 24/7 that jared points to, smiles, says, “just like me.”
and maybe later he convinces jensen to do a line off his ass or something. and just a little kiss on the mouth. “in the spirit of the holiday,” he says, like it’s nothing. and jensen does it, just real soft, like it’s everything.)
i’m not afraid to say that i’d die without him. who else is gonna put up with me this way?










