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deanwithscissors · 3 years

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Home Sweet Home (Part 1)

Title: Carpool

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (OC)

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: Swearing, mention of alcohol and drugs, anxiety, mention of panic attack, implied smut

Summary: Two actors carpool to set for the first time, after making out drunkly at a party

A/N: i write for myself. i don’t post/publish my stuff usually, but honestly i just want advice and tips on writing. i know most people prefer to read as the reader, i’ve altered this story to fit, but the oc is based on me, so i know descriptions are tailored which kinda pulls you out, but if you read it anyway, thanks! feedback is 100% welcomed, but BE KIND, i suffer with severe anxiety! *all mistakes are mine*

Despite the hot Texas night, the water clogged air could not dampen the reach of the blaring beat, bass and rhythm rumbling from oversized speakers scattered around the multi-million dollar mansion.

The chocolate brown-haired girl meekly clasped her coworkers hand as he escorted her through a sea of people. Reaching a below average height of five foot one, she was unable to see anything besides chests, shoulders and heads, he was her life jacket, helping her bob along the surface. The hazel-eyed charmer used his larger presence to make space between bodies to slip her through.

Finally reaching the shore of strangers, he pulled her from the water and they ascended the disgustingly oversized staircase. Nine foot wide stairs, most of them were draped in drunk twenty-something year old kids and the rest were plastered with an unholy concoction of alcohol and probably drugs too.

Split between terribly shy and desperately horny, the units of alcohol circling [Y/N]’s body pushed her beyond her introvert boundaries. She allowed a filthy grin to mark her face as the five foot eleven, shoulder-length haired boy sought some privacy in the anonymous mansion. Her inner temperature and core burned when they tumbled into a dark untouched bedroom. As per usual she was untouched for less than a minute due to clothing being removed.

“Those tiny tits are mine!” He growled as he shoved her onto the bed.

[Y/N] ejected from the dream into reality. Her throat ceased. Her mouth bone dry. Her palms clammy. And a cold sweat soaked skin. The familiar melody of Juke Box Hero by Foreigner echoed around the room as her phone alarm buzzed. Wishing she could hide under the duvet all day, she gently sobbed to herself. ‘Get up, get ready, go to work, get home. That’s it. Step by step and then you’re home and alone for the night,’ she attempted to psych herself to face the world.

It took [Y/N] an hour long shower, a couple of panic attacks, a few meltdowns over clothing and a smashed glass to get ready. Dealing with the symptoms of anxiety was an everyday occurrence for [Y/N], but this morning, her anxiety levels were beyond the average day.

Hidden in a grey oversized jersey, she tugged at the rolled up sleeves while darting from one foot to the other on the sidewalk. Gushing with sweat she stood in the early morning air and begged for today to be over.

[Y/N] could have said no to Jensen being the person she had to carpool with. That would have been the sensible option. Jensen was a pretty boy, and [Y/N] had slipped for him while at a party, she gave him permission to explore her mouth with his tongue, and it had been an amazing make out session.

The morning after, [Y/N] scolded herself for being easy and careless. She focused on spending less time with him, on and off set. She had attempted to say no to the offer, but the thought of being alone with Jensen twisted her insides in an aching need, so she had said yes.

When the Dodge Hellcat pulled up, she double gulped and shakily clenched the door handle. Staring at her reflection in the window, [Y/N] questioned if she had looked this bad when she had left the apartment. She instantly regretted her decision to carpool with Jensen as a gentle breeze blew stray hairs across her face.

A natural smile spread across her face when Jensens blazing green eyes captured hers. His K9's were prominent and she could see through the tiniest slit that his tongue was pushed against the back of his teeth. Soft dimples imprinted his cheeks and the extreme scent of his cologne swamped the car and assaulted her nostrils. The hint of fresh zesty mandarin sent a shiver down her spine and the sandalwood aroma created a twinge between her legs. She stifled a quick moan by biting her lip as she was thrown back to being in his arms at the party. Their tongues on an adventure, then their hands joined in too, they groped hungrily and tipsily at one another in the corner of the kitchen.

He side-eyed her as she slipped into the Dodge. Her slim pins were covered by skinny light blue denim jeans and she wore a black and white pair of Vans. The rest of her small frame was hidden by an oversized jersey. “Scooby-Doo? Good choice,” he smiled at her.

“The best,” she beamed. The passengers seat swallowed her, the seatbelt swamped her and she naturally tucked the belt under her arm. “Oh no, you're not one of those guys with all those strict car rules, are you?” she asked nervously as he watched her.

“No, I'm actually a really cool guy,” he said without an ounce of arrogance.

“Oh, you are?” She teased.

“Yeah. For one, my shotgun has input on what music plays,”

“Wow, you're too good to be true,” she chuckled.

“Couldn't have gotten a better carpool buddy huh?”

“Apparently not,” she blushed. Jensen had the ability to make her feel extremely on edge, but also at ease, she felt comfortable and safe around him, but also as if she might throw up at any moment. He made her want to run as far away as possible from him, but also run straight into his arms. He was a deadly combination; funny, sweet, talented and good looking, although [Y/N] presumed the sweet would be pushed out by ego the more she got to know him.

Pretty boys, don’t do down to earth, it was always a front and she had already slipped into his sweet boy act once. He probably revelled in knowing she found him attractive, as well as every other girl out there. She would be just another kiss for him to tell. She was not unattractive, but she was at the base, a plain Jane, the girl next door. Five foot one, barely one hundred pounds, flat chest and ass to match, pale, with a freckled face. She did not stand out in a group of women, she did not exude sexy. Her legs were short, she had hip dips, her breasts were slightly too far apart, her nose was not a sharp button, but rounded, her top lip was thinner than her bottom and her left ear stuck out unevenly and boldly.

Jensen on the other hand, was a walking model, his face was almost perfectly proportioned, he had a strong jawline, slight butt-chin, a chiselled nose, scorching green eyes, perfectly styled dirty blonde hair, supple plush lips and a sprinkling of freckles. He was six foot one, broad shoulders, tight biceps, toned abs and bowed legs, that somewhat made him even more attractive.

“I ah, got you coffee,” Jensen mumbled. Even when he was being quiet, his tone was rustic and deep. “I hope I got the right one. Iced blonde vanilla latte?”

“How, do you know?” A giddy cheeriness flooded her body.

“I did the coffee run one time,” He shrugged nonchalantly before he checked the side mirror and pulled away from the curb when it was clear.

“Thanks.” [Y/N] sucked her iced coffee through the green plastic straw. “It’s the only thing that wakes me up in the mornings. Well, besides sex, but I’m not getting that, so.” [Y/N]’s mouth moved faster than her thoughts. When her brain caught up, she bit her tongue while an inferno flushed her face. Her skin was on fire, perspiration gathered around her hairline and beads of sweat laced the crease of her spine. Avoiding Jensen’s eyes, she nibbled the end of the straw. The air was as thick as porridge, the carseat was covered in glue and she was firmly stuck to the spot as she bit her tongue.

“I don’t do mornings either,” Jensen broke the silence with a soft alleviating tone, that somehow made her feel calmer, but also more uptight. Subconsciously [Y/N]’s knees started rattling against one another. Jensen could not only see her anxiety, but he could feel it, it seeped from her like radiation. “Coffee is good, but yeah, morning sex is better.” He tried to brush past her comment which had obviously embarrassed her, but she kept rocking. “So shotgun, what do you want to listen to? I hope you have good music taste.”

“I have the best taste in music,” [Y/N] announced proudly, “But do you?” she cocked an eyebrow directly at him. “CD’s are in the glovebox, judge for yourself,” Jensen tried to hide his anxiety through playful teasing, but his voice did waver for a second and she had caught it, but she brushed it off.

The apprehension had dissipated from inside the vehicle and [Y/N] was now more relaxed, she had her legs crossed on the seat and placed the bulky case of CDs on her lap. “So, are you the type to order your CDs, or, are you messy?” She analyzed his sculpted face with soft features, but he kept a strong poker face. “Well, I think, you’ve got to be a chaotic mess.” [Y/N] flipped open the case, the first CD presented to her through the clear plastic was; Pieces Of Eight by Styx. A pleasantly surprised ‘Oh’ fell from her mouth. Flipping again, Edge Of The Century and Paradise Theatre by Styx were displayed, another ‘oh’ popped from [Y/N]’s mouth. “Foreigner, Journey, AC/DC” she continued as they pulled up to a red light. “Dio, Motley Crue, Ratt, Metallica, Def Leppard, Led Zeppelin, Warrant, Poison, Dokken, Kiss, Deep Purple, Europe, Boston...” she further listed, flicking through the CD case randomly. “I can’t drive, but if I did, this would totally be my CD collection.”

“So you approve?” Jensen asked. For almost a full minute [Y/N] and Jensen’s matching green eyes remained locked on each other.

“The first thing I see is Styx, they’re my favourite, so yeah,” she beamed. “You do have good taste in music Ackles. I’m a little surprised you’re a neat guy though. But I like it.”

“You struck lucky getting me as a carpool buddy huh?”

“Coffee and classic rock, so far, yes. No complaints.” The traffic light flashed green and Jensen pushed his foot onto the gas pedal. Each minute with Jensen eased her tight muscles and stiff bones as he continuously made her laugh on the way to work.

#jensen ackles #jensenacklesxreader #jensen ackles x reader #writing #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfic #deanwithscissors #home sweet home #holylulusworld #carpool

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imperatorrrrr · 6 years

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Thirty

Rules: Answer thirty (I don’t think its really thirty though?) questions and tag people you would like to get to know better.

Tagged By: @jamesmorita :)

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Virgo

Height: 4′11 3/4 (Look the three quarters MATTERS okay.)

Favorite Bands: Vampire Weekend, The Black Keys, Bombay Bicycle Club, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Modest Mouse, Sylvan Esso, TV on the Radio, Temper Trap

Favorite Solo Artists: Childish Gambino, Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Beyonce, Bruno Mars, Lauryn Hill, Regina Spektor, Jack White

Current Favorite Song: Its a tie between Bottle Rocket by Kovas and Sky Walker by Miguel (Yes, I know that recently SebStan was all about this song, but I loved this song before he spoke words about it, I swear!)

Last Movie I Watched: Mad Max: Fury Road

Last TV Show I Watched: Well, I’m watching Devils/Lightning Game Five right now while doing this, but the last thing I watched was the first half of the latest episode of Atlanta.

When I Created This Blog: January 2010. I created it to document my time living in Edinburgh. And I’m still goddamn here on this site. What is wrong with me. (Everything)

What I Post: Anything, everything really. Lots of Bucky Barnes/Marvel. Lots of posts about shows I watch, art, beautiful people, fashion, Bollywood. There’s no rhyme or reason behind anything. New York Mets, New Jersey Devils. Shitposts.

Last Thing I Googled: “Pizza Hut Deals” - We’re getting pizza tonight so I wanted to see if there were any deals or summat on.

Any Other Blogs: Nope. Well okay technically yes. I do a 7th Heaven podcast (because that show is absolutely ludicrous), and we had a Tumblr for it, but I did a horrid job maintaining it so it exists, but I do fuck all on it.

Do I Get Asks: Close to never really.

Followers: 723

Favorite Colors: Purple. But also green.

Average Hours Of Sleep: Uh god it is so erratic. I could get like ten or eleven hours and then other times get like five.

Lucky Number: 16

Instruments: I played the alto saxophone in high school and freshmen year of college.

What I’m Currently Wearing: Dark grey leggings and a flowy tan/brown top

How Many Blankets I Sleep With: Just the one duvet no matter what time of year it is.

Dream Job: I don’t even know anymore to be honest. I’m trying to be an immigration lawyer. I’m terribly disheartened by life and the world right now that I can’t even think about what my dream job would be. But as an immigration lawyer I want to help people get asylum and stop people from being deported.

Dream Trip: I want it to never stop. I want to spend like a significant amount of time in each city until I’ve done them all. Go go go go and never come back. Like spend a month or two or three in each country even. I want to go everywhere and really spend the time necessary to truly get to know a place. There’s so many places I haven’t been yet.

Do I Have A Crush: Yeah, I think so. I say its one of those things where when I’m not around him I kind of forget that I have a crush, but as soon as I’m around him again it all comes rushing back. Its a crush thats been crushing for like three years now, so yeah.

Favorite Animal: Elephants, but also peacocks and also bears

Hair Color: Brown

I Tag:@notlucy, @chicklette, @sinkhol, @tinybearswithjetpacks, @743ish, and @imwith-nomad and obviously anyone else who loves meme-ing it up.

#Text #Meme #jamesmorita

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quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome · 5 years

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Jar of Positivity 2018

Once again, I kept a record of all the little things that made me happy over the last year. Once again, it’s not actually a jar, but still

1. All my journals

2. Finally remembering to recycle my old batteries

3. The super friendly people at my gym

4. The massage chairs at Toni & Guy

5. Friendly lady who helped me with my new phone

6. Star Trek: Discovery finale

7. Avengers Endgame trailer

8. Finding £1 on the floor at work

9. Frontier

10. Head massages

11. Seeing Alfie with all the animals at the farm

12. Diego Costa knocking Arsenal out of the Europa League

13. Finally finishing the mega cross stitch

14. Seeing Chelsea knock Newcastle out of the FA Cup live

15. Richie Sambora playing with (Jon) Bon Jovi again

16. Man in yellow pants

17. Tiny dog who was hopping along because his little legs couldn’t keep up

18. Bohemian Rhapsody

19. Getting Tiger Baby to smile at me

20. Comfy new pyjama pants with pockets

21. Tiny Yorkie outside Sainsbury’s

22. Gary Cahill scoring for England (and getting man of the match, too)

23. Hot water bottles

24. The man behind me at Stamford Bridge who helped me with my coat

25. Pizza at work

26. Alfie saying “Gary Cahill is the best”

27. Working as a team with everyone at work

28. Giant dog

29. Wedding

30. Cute dog sat on a barstool in the pub

31. Finally finishing painting my DVD stand

32. That dog with its head sticking out of the window

33. Finding 20p on the floor at work

34. Kicking through a pile of freshly cut grass

35. Blueberry cheesecake hot chocolate

36. Dog rolling about in the mud

37. Actually finishing a fic for once

38. World Cup stickers at work

39. That little dog at work who looked just like Minnie

40. Ruben Loftus-Cheek in the game against BATE

41. Cute, fluffy German Shepherd puppy at work

42. Mount Etna stage of the Giro (Esteban Chaves wins and Simon Yates goes into the pink jersey

43. Jurassic World Evolution

44. The little boy at work who was really excited to tell me about the blu-tak he found and that his daddy was the best daddy in the world

45. Getting my hair washed at the hairdressers

46. Taking Alfie on a carriage ride

47. Reaching the FA Cup final

48. The dog at the pub who jumped up and booped my nose

49. Beating Manchester City, ending their unbeaten Premier League run and keeping a clean sheet in the process

50. Hot water bottles

51. Infinity War

52. My truck spawning on top of my crew member in Far Cry 5

53. That really good work out at the gym

54. Simon Yates winning another stage of the Giro

55. Getting rid of a spider by myself

56. Those two dogs that looked like lambs

57. Madame President bath bomb from Lush

58. The Greatest Showman soundtrack

59. Seeing Alfie open all his presents at Christmas

60. Daim cake

61. Not having to set an alarm for the morning

62. The woman at the gym who helped me when the handle on the machine wouldn’t budge

63. My boss telling me I did a good job

64. Forensic Files

65. Stopping a shoplifter

66. Bohemian Rhapsody

67. Olivier Giroud

68. Bath bombs with glitter

69. Wind River

70. England reaching the World Cup semi-finals

71. Assassin’s Creed Odyssey

72. My first live England game at Wembley

73. S.W.A.T.

74. Lie-ins

75. Frank Lampard’s Derby knocking Manchester United out of the League Cup

76. Winning my first game of pool

77. The man on the train who offered to help me with my case

78. Portugal vs. Spain at the World Cup

79. The Greatest Showman

80. V&A Museum

81. Simon Yates winning a stage of the Giro

82. Achieving all my FitBit fitness goals in one day

83. Wide Open

84. Princess Charlotte waving at the Royal wedding

85. Walking the footpath way to the gym (I saw cows, swans and a tractor)

86. That really great pizza (tandoori chicken, green & red peppers, rocato peppers, garlic butter and thin & crispy base)

87. Unlocking that toilet roll dispenser with my belt at Wembley

88. Clint (as Ronin, probably) in the A4 trailer

89. The cute toddler boy, who stopped to say “hi” to me at work

90. Drinks in glass bottles

91. Purple hair

92. High-fiving two more Tour de France champions

93. Writing

94. Not falling over at the wedding

95. Black Panther

96. Jason Isaacs (in that leather jacket)

97. Petr Cech’s arms

98. Finding a conker on the floor at work

99. People at work who were surprisingly supportive

100. Dog with floppy ears

101. Giant fluffy dog

102. That little boy at work who kepy waving and saying “bye” to me as I walked away

103. Finally getting my Gary Cahill sticker

104. Vincenzo Nibali’s determination to get back to the front group on Alpe D’Huez, after his crash

105. New phone (finally)

106. Getting ‘Employee of the Month’ at work

107. Simon Yates at the Vuelta

108. New duvet cover

109. The heatwave finally ending

110. The lady at the gym who complimented my handmade snood

111. The really helpful trainer at the gym

112. Editing my fic and accidentally making it tons better in the process

113. Comfy grey cardigan

114. First Class on a train

115. My ponytail swishing behind me

116. Winning the FA Cup (and beating Manchester United)

117. Infinity War trailer

118. Gary Cahill making the England World Cup squad

119. Actually being able to break up with a TV show

120. Nashville in Concert

121. Pacific Rim: Uprising

#jar of positivity #jar of positivity 2018 #all the little things that made me happy #look at those repeats #probably because i forgot what i'd actually written #again you are more than welcome to ask about any of them #not an actual tiger baby- it's just a nickname for my friends' baby #alfie is my nephew #apparently i really liked dogs in 2018 #and gary cahill #not quite as many as 2017 #but not by many #i thought i had written more #and also thought i had written less #again

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