jared padalecki is huge

Domestic Sabriel #8/?
  • Sam: *putting the kettle on*
  • Mary: I still don't understand, if he tortured you emotionally, killed Dean over and over again, why do you love him?
  • Sam: *blushing* I kinda-eh-he's-eh-
  • *assortment of salads coated in chocolate appear on the table*
  • Sam: *laughing* he's just kinda perfect.
  • Mary: *bites back tears at how happy her son is*
Thinking of You

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Characters: Clif, Jensen, Rob (mentioned)

Summary: Your sister takes an embarrassing video of you and it turns out to be the best thing that’s ever happened.

Word Count: ~4,800 (sorry, I let it get away from me)

Warnings: fluff, mention of surgery and anesthesia, mention of mild panic attack symptoms, more fluff

A/N: This is an AU, and it’s fiction, so please, just assume Genevieve is off somewhere, happy as a clam with another man. I don’t mean to offend or disrespect her in any way. Last night, I was talking with the incredibly kind soul @scarlet-impala and she told me about her constant Jared crisis. This is the result. 

*A huge, Jared Padalecki-sized hug and thank you to Lennox for letting me use this - her real-life post-surgery story - as inspiration!!


Originally posted by aborddelimpala

Surgery was over. You had just come out of the sleep you were put into via anesthesia. Your brain was jumbled, but one thing was perfectly clear to you - you loved Jared Padalecki. He was the only concise thought you had. Your brained swarmed with how selfless he was, how much he gave to the fans, and how sweet and adorable he acted every time you saw a video of him.

“We don’t deserve Jared Padalecki, he has given us so much,” you mumbled, sounding more drunk than anything.

You didn’t know that your sister had started livestreaming on facebook right before you said it. She wanted to capture every second of your delirium, and unluckily for you, she caught your confession about the giant man you deemed your celebrity crush. She cackled as she ended the stream, watching you fall back asleep in the hospital bed.


The next morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing like someone was calling you. When you picked up your phone, you saw that it was just a constant flow of facebook notifications. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you unlocked your phone. You cursed under your breath when you saw the video your sister posted, knowing it was embarrassing.

When you tapped on the video and let the sound flood the small room you were staying in, you wanted to bury yourself under the covers and hide from everyone. Your face had to be beet red by the time you heard yourself crying over Jared. Looking at the caption she’d posted with it made things even worse.

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This is just a goofy little drabble.  I was bored at work.  *shrugs*

Internally you roll your eyes, but externally you paste a smile on your face and speak brightly. “I’m sorry, sir, it was a seasonal drink, we no longer have pumpkin spice. May I suggest our new Double Minty Melted Mocha?”

The customer grumbles but grudgingly agrees to try the new concoction. After ringing him up, you offer him a chipper “Have a great day!” Risking a covert sneak at the phone in your apron pocket, you realize you still have two hours, twenty-four minutes and nineteen seconds until your shift is over.

A fucking eternity.

With a sigh, you turn to brew yet another pot of coffee. Unlimited coffee was a perk of the job, but some days there is not enough coffee in the world. And where did Mindy disappear to? Your coworker had a habit of vanishing mid shift to do god knows what.

“Ahem.” You turn back to the register to greet the next customer and do a double take. What in the hell?

The tall man smiles at you. “Hi there.”

“OH MY GOD!”  The fangirl in you busts out of her shell. You had imagined this moment, how cool and collected and not weird and creepy you’d be. But real life is so much different. “You’re Jared Padalecki! From Supernatural! I’m a huge fan, I’ve seen every episode!”  You cheeks are burning and you are actually aware that you are babbling, and sorta shouting, but you can’t stem the tide of words and the enthusiasm.

“What?” He looks confused. And a little startled. Great, you’ve scared the moose. Your bestie will never let you live this down. Speaking of her, you need to get her ass down here. Stat.

The man’s mouth hangs open for a moment, his brows drawing together in bewilderment.  Actually,” he says in a voice one usually reserves for spooked animals or mentally unbalanced people, “I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother…”

This has to some candid camera shit or maybe it’s some new cutting edge reality version of the show. You fill in for him, turning to the green eyed man at his side. “Dean Winchester, I get it,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Am I going to be an episode? Oh, god, please tell me there aren’t cameras in here!” Shit. Shit.Shit. You didn’t put on makeup for work since you got up at the ass-crack of dawn.  Literally, you rolled out of bed, brushed your hair and teeth and headed to work, your hair pulled up in a messy ponytail.  

Jensen interrupts your internal meltdown.“Whoa, how do you know who I am? Are you a psychic? Sam, she’s a freaking psychic. This could help. Unless she’s a witch.  You aren’t a witch, are you?”

“What? No, I’m (Y/N). I’m just a barista. I love the show, that’s all.”  

“The show? Nevermind,” Jared says, shaking his head. “Have you watched the news today?  Or heard anything strange?

“The only mystery around here is that Mindy has disappeared a-fucking-gain.  Oh, hey, did you guys want some coffee? On me, of course. And can I get a selfie?”

Jensen looks baffled. “A selfie? With us?” Then he gives you a cocky grin, nodding. “Well, I never turn down a request from a pretty lady.”

Jared rolls his eyes. “Dean,” he huffs, pulling the classic ‘Sam bitch-face’.

“What?” Jensen shrugs.

“Here,” Jared says, grabbing the local paper off the rack. “Take a look at this.” He shoves the paper in front of you and you scan it quickly.

“This…this is a hoax, right? How did you guys pull this off? Is my boss in on this?”

“No, this is very real, and we’re going to need you to come with us.” Jensen points out the window and you see the motherfucking Impala parked on the curb.

“I get to ride in baby? For real?” you squeal.

“How do you know about baby?!” Jensen explains. “Told you she was a psychic,” he mutters under his breath.

“Let me get my purse,” you say before untying your apron. You really should call your best friend, but you are so excited, it slips your mind. Grabbing your purse, you head around the counter. “K, let’s go!”

————

In retrospect, maybe it wasn’t really the most rational decision to leave your job in the middle of a shift and climb into a car with two men.

As it turns out, you are not a psychic. But it also turns out that Dean and Sam Winchester are real. As you sink the machete into the neck of a vampire, you realize what you gave up to enter the world of the two hunters.

Absolutely nothing.

You were cut out for this life. You smile with grim satisfaction as the monster’s head thunks to the floor.

I met Jared Padalecki at my new job i was training for on my first day. He asked for a frito pie (i work concession stand at a zoo), and i just froze as the lady that was training me made his frito pie. I then backed away from the window very slowly, with my mouth wide open like a creep would do. Then he gives us a $10 and i slowly creep back in view of him with my phone up and about to take a picture of him, he spots me, laughs, then says “Oh! Hello there! How are you today?” I mumbled i domy know what. Sentences were exchanged, and he asks “Do you want to take a picture with me? Lets do it! I’ll just lean in the window, and hug you.”
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OH DEAR GOD SAM IS HOLDING ME!

Picture is taken. Words exchanged.
I’m never washing that shirt again.
Ps, his hands are huge

I will never forget the moment this photo was taken.  I’ve always been a huge fan of Jared Padalecki and everything he’s done with Always Keep Fighting, and personally, the campaign gave me strength to pull myself out of a very dark place in my life and seek help for my depression.  So in October of 2016 I got my first tattoo in commemoration that said “Keep fighting” in a scripted font.  I wanted to show it off to him and let him know how much of an impact he has made on my life and on many others.

I was shaking when I went up and shook Jensen’s hand and congratulated him on the birth of his twins just a day before.  He asked me how I was doing and I could not have been better in that moment.  I looked at Jared then, shook his hand, and raised my arm to show him the tattoo on the inside of my upper arm.  “I want to thank you for this,” I said, choking up slightly.  “You have done so much for me.”  Jared’s face changed from a smile, and he looked at me with this heartwarming expression that was equal parts sad that I had to go through something dark to be inspired to get that design, and proud that I was able to make it through to be standing there and that he played a part in it.  He pulled me into the tightest, warmest hug ever, completely enveloping me in his arms, and Chris took the photo.  

After the camera went off, he didn’t let go of me.  He hugged me a little bit tighter, leaned down, and softly told me, “You rock,” before releasing.  I left his side sobbing.  Hearing that from someone I look up to that much was overwhelming and beautiful, and knowing that he genuinely cares still makes me tear up.  He is truly an amazing person and I’m so blessed to have been able to share that moment with him.

Credit me if you use this photo please and thank you!

Submitted by @td122609   If you could write this with Jared? Congratulations on 900!!


Flipping through your clipboard with way too many papers you tried to remember everything you needed to have set for this shot. The crew had found an old farm house that a family was letting you shoot in before they tore it down to rebuild. 

As your back was turned to the boys Jared leaned over to Jensen and Misha. “What do you want to bet that I can kick clean through this wall, even if there’s a stud?” 

Jensen laughed shaking his head, “dude, don’t do it!”

Misha started to back away, “I’m having nothing to do with this. Y/N chewed me out last time because she thought I had something to do with it.” 

Jared laughed, “I’m not scared of Y/N. Come on Jensen, what do you wanna bet I can do it?” 

Jensen laughed as he looked back at you. Misha was biting on his finger, trying not to laugh. As you turned around and saw the three of them you knew something was up.

“You three better not be doing something you’ll regret, I mean it.” 

Just as you turned around you heard a large crash. Whipping around you saw Jared up against the wall, up to his thigh through the huge hole his foot just made. “Jared Padalecki!” you yelled as you stomped over to him, “how many fucking times do I have to tell you to not break shit!!”

Jensen and Misha doubled over laughing, “told you man!”

Jared just smiled, “uh, so now’s probably a good time to tell you how pretty you look huh?”

Shaking your head you ran your hands over your face. “Padalecki, I am so close to beating the crap out of you. Stop breaking shit!” 

As you stomped away you couldn’t help but laugh as you heard Jared yell, “you look gorgeous by the way! Even when you’re mad!!” 

I cant get over what an amazing character Sam Winchester is. He is written to be the people’s advocate, someone the audience can relate to on some level. I think everyone can relate to at least one aspect of him, whether it be his strength or his weakness, his self respect or self doubt, he has many other wonderful features and I have to thank the writers for taking so much time developing him, and a HUGE thanks to Jared Padalecki for bringing him to life. I’m pretty old, and I’ve experienced thousands of fictional characters, and I have to say Sam is my absolute favorite of all of them. Volumes of books could be written about him, and I would be compelled to read them all! I know theres a whole lot of “sam haters” out there, and I just write them off as silly shallow individuals who have no appreciation for art, or an epic novel. Because that’s what Sam Winchester is… He is a work of art, and a tragic/comedic novel that you just can’t put down.