are you still doing the jealous jensen thing? because i thought of one more if you are. and is it just jealous jensen or both of them? because i saw some funny jealous jared stuff on twitter today.
I am definitely still doing it. It may have to be both of them. We talk about Jensen getting jealous when someone else has fun with Jared because he’s so damn obvious about it but oh man. Jared cracks me up sometimes. Like the upfronts in 2014. Jensen is being all cute with Colton Haynes:
So Jared just slips riiiiiight in between them because he’s smooth like that:
DENIED. And then Colton ducks like Jared’s gonna smack him.
But wait! See Paul Wesley over there looking Jared and Jensen’s direction?:
Uh oh. Yep. He’s going to talk to Jensen:
Someone should do something about that nonsense….
Reminds of of the Saturn Awards where someone else had the NERVE to make Jensen laugh:
And Jared had to spring into action:
Or maybe the time at sdcc last year when Mark made the same mistake:
Honestly, it’s hilarious. I have about 10 more gif requests to make and very little time right now but I swear. I’ll make it and have the whole thing in one set ASAP.
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Jealous!Zach POV: Reader’s/First Person
A/N: Hey guys! I really missed writing about Jealous!Zach so I had to bring him back even for just a short one-shot. A couple of people also requested for a Jealous!Zach imagine and I thought now was the perfect time since it’s been a week since I’ve started this blog! Happy week-sary to me haha! Anyway, enjoy this cute little write-up starring Jealous!Zach and a special participation from Clay Jensen. LOL.
“I could get used to this.”
“So could I.”
I reply as Zach and I laid together on the leather sofa in his living room. He laid on the sofa with his legs spread out and his back leaning comfortably on the armrest. I was on top of him, my head resting on his firm chest with my arms wrapped around his waist. I placed my ear where his heart was, I could hear it beating every second or so and the sound of his beating heart calmed my head and pulled the corners of my lips upwards. His arms were wrapped around me, almost like a warm blanket and his chin rested on the crown of my head. We just sat there in silence, although it was very comfortable and calming.
It’s only been a couple of months since we had officially started dating but for some reason it’s almost like we’ve known each other for more than that. We’re very comfortable with each other, and we already know each other quite well if I do say so myself. But of course, like any other relationship, ours wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either.
It was times like this when I didn’t mind him always being busy with school, or basketball for that matter. He has to do well so that he can get a scholarship in his chosen university. He was busy, he was always either at the school courts practicing or in different states battling it out with other high schools, and I understood, seeing as he is the captain of the Liberty High basketball team, and he is their most valuable player. It’s his dream along with becoming a marine biologist, and who am I to get in the way of his dream. I’ll always be there for him, to support him, to help him, to encourage him whenever he feels down but I missed times like this, if I’m being honest, and these were the days where I could be selfish around him. What meant the most is that I still get to spend times like this with no one else, but him. He was mine, only mine, and I was his, only his.
“I really missed you.” I look up to face him.
“What? Babe you see me in school almost everyday.” he replies with a chuckle.
“Yes I do see you but I don’t get to actually spend much time with you since you’re always so busy.” I answer with a pout.
“I’m sorry Y/N. You know I have to do well to get a scholarship.” he says as he strokes my hair gently.
“Of course I understand Zach. We’ll just have to spend times like this wisely because we rarely get to be together like this. So what exactly do you want to do today? Do you have anything in mind?” I ask him. Just as Zach was about to reply, my phone which was resting on top of the coffee table, lit up. A person’s name came up on the screen and I got up immediately to answer it.
“I’m good, I missed you! How ‘bout you? How are you doing?”
“Uhm, nothing much I’m just with Zach right now.”
“Sure! Sure! He’ll understand. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”
“Alright, yup, i’ll see you soon Helmet!”
I smile as I take the phone to my chest and run to Zach’s bathroom. As I freshened up, I can feel heavy footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door. A few seconds later, as I turn around, I see Zach’s tall figure leaning against the doorframe.
“Who was that?” he asks with his arms crossed infront of his chest.
“My helmet.” I reply without looking at him as I hurriedly tried to brush my teeth.
“What did he or she need?” he asks.
“He wanted to see me.” I answer as I got out of the bathroom.
“Why did he want to see you?” he asks once again.
“Because we miss each other?” I reply with a smile and my eyebrows raised.
“Where are you meeting each other?” Zach continues to ask.
“The coffee shop down the road.” I say as I put my jacket on and take my purse with me.
“I’ll go now baby, I’ll be back soon I promise.” I continue as I quickly give him a kiss on his cheek.
I run out of Zach’s house and walk my way to the coffee shop. As soon as I saw the wooden sign of the cafe, I went in immediately with a huge smile on my face. And there he was! He sat at the seats near the glass window in front of the coffee shop with a navy blue hoodie on; a pair of headphones hanging on his neck.
Imagine: Dean sees you with a random boy in a bar and he gets jealous.
“Dude, relax,” Sam said to his brother once he noticed how Dean was getting angry or well, jealous. “Are you seeing her? You are…” Dean answered, not relaxed at all. “If you don’t want her to be with that guy, go with her.” Sam interrupted his brother. “I’m pretty sure she’s doing that just to make me jealous.” “And she’s succeeding,” Sam added with a smile in his face, mocking of his brother. “Indeed.”
Currently on the set of Supernatural: Season 13 ...
Jared pounds on the side of the trailer yet again. “C’mon dude! Come outta there!”
Misha sighs, shaking his head beside him. “He’s not going to answer you.”
With a grimace, Jared pounds even harder. “Jensen– I’m sorry, okay?”
“I told you he was going to get jealous” Misha grumbles, obviously choosing to be snarky instead of helpful.
“But all I said was that you were lookin’ jacked. It’s not like I was flirting with ya– it’s just the truth!”
A door slams loudly from somewhere inside Jensen’s trailer.
“I think he heard you” Misha groans.
“Fuck” Jared sighs– just before pounding once more against the hard metal siding. “Jensen! Seriously?”
And Misha can only chuckle quietly as he rests his hand on Jared’s shoulder, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. “In the future– ” he whispers, low enough that certain moody boyfriends won’t be able to hear, “maybe we should just keep certain ‘truths’ to ourselves.”
“Yeah Cas?” Dean turned around from the studying he was doing to see Castiel dressed in a black suit that clung tightly to him, especially around the waist.
He had his top button undone and his hair was still as messy as always, but Dean thought his messy hair was adorable. No matter what the two did to it during the years, it always ended up a mess again, it just wasn’t tameable.
Dean tried to say something, he really did. But when Castiel was stood in front of him like that, with shining blue eyes, glistening in anticipation.
He just couldn’t find any words.
“It looks terrible doesn’t it?” Cas said, looking to the ground and seeming to take sudden interest in his shoes.
“No, it looks fine Cas.” Dean said, rather bluntly.
“You don’t seem so sure.” Cas stated, unsure what was wrong with Dean.
“Why don’t you ask Shaylee or whatever his name is.” Dean spat.
“It’s Shay, what is your problem?” Castiel asked, slightly annoyed but still concerned nonetheless.
“I don’t have a problem.” Dean said.
Cas could tell what he was doing, he was doing that thing were he turns aggressive instead of talking about what is bothering him. Cas was hurt, Dean had done this to everyone, everyone but Cas.
“Dean, why are you shutting me out? Tell me what’s wrong.” Cas pushed caringly. Placing a comforting hand on Dean’s shoulder, which Dean pushed off scowling at it.
“Get off me. Save it for Shay.”
“Dean..” Cas half pleaded, still unaware of what was wrong with Dean but assuming it has something to do with Shay.
“If you have a problem with him then tell me. Has he done something to you?” Castiel asked.
“It’s just that-” Dean started but was soon cut off by a sharp ringing sounding from Castiel’s phone.
It was Shay.
Dean looked at it menacingly, almost daring Cas to answer it.
“Hello, Shay” Castiel said in a tone way too flirty for Dean’s liking. Even though it wasn’t anything but a simple ‘hello’.
“How are you?” Shay asked, the volume was loud enough for Dean to hear every word.
“I’m okay. Listen I’m gonna have to call you back.” Cas said while looking Dean straight in the eye. He cared about Dean more than someone he met only recently.
“Okay, what time should I pick you up babe?” Shay asked. Castiel blushed a little while Dean growled and snatched the phone from Castiel.
“Call him that again and I will cut your fucking tongue out.” Dean snapped and hung up on him.
Cas looked at him in shock.
“What the hell is your problem?” Cas shouted.
“My problem? Is that some dude you’ve met like twice is calling you 'babe’ for fuck sake Cas. Do you know how hard it is to be fucking in love with someone and for them to blatantly flirt with some guy in front of you and then for them to look hot as fuck in that fucking suit and ask for your opinion and have to force out a no-” Dean rambled, only to be cut off by Castiel crashing their lips together in a long awaited, hungry kiss.
“Do you think I would go with anyone else if I thought I had a chance with you? Dean, surely you know that I love you." Cas said as he pulled away.
Dean smiled before pulling Castiel back into himself and once again connecting their lips. Dean draped his arms around Castiel’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer to himself while Cas rested his arms around Dean’s neck. Fingers tracing aimlessly into his hair.
Castiel bit down teasingly on Dean’s top lip pushing him to take it further, so Dean complied.
He pushed his tongue against Castiel’s lips and was allowed access almost instantly. Their tongues roamed, exploring every area. Cas tugged on Dean’s hair earning a small moan to escape from Dean’s mouth.
It was in that moment they felt more alive than ever had before. Suddenly all of their surroundings blurred and it was just them and the radiating heat from their bodies being pressed so tightly together. From the burning desire.
Suddenly it all made sense, and they just knew, knew it could only get better from here.
jensen most assuredly giving the dimples of discontent after misha grinded on jared. <3
I’m still not over Misha’s shrug at the end as he looks at Jensen like “and what babe?” and Jensen’s dimples of discontent and pursed lips while he looks down at Misha’s crotch, and Jared just skipping away in glee.
Jared and Misha goofing around, Jared picking lint from Misha’s chin and caressing his pec while he’s at it. Meanwhile…
Jealous!Jensen is nearly as much my jam as Pining!Dean and that’s saying something :p
You stared at the text message in your phone for what seemed like an eternity. When you had accepted the role you never thought there would come this moment that you’d actually think you’d want to take your answer back. You always had loved acting, a little more than singing, so whenever a movie came up that you liked the script – which you really did now – and you could work in without having to leave Supernatural, you immediately accepted. Now, however you’d started having serious doubts about your decision.
Your manager had told you you were supposed to meet your costar tomorrow morning for a coffee and the two of you to talk about some scenes. He’d sent you the address today but once you spotted the name you had not been able to reply to him. You were frozen in your place.
“Baby?” you heard a voice behind you but every muscle in your body refused to move.
“Baby? (Y/n) are you alright?” the voice got closer and when you felt a hand on your shuoulder you jumped, your phone falling from your hands.
“Wh-what?” you blinked, looking up to meet your boyfriend’s worried eyes.
“I asked you if you are alright, but it’s obvious you’re not.” he said with a gentle smile, bending to pick your phone but not looking at it out of respect.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he cupped your face as he sat in front of you on the bed.
“It’s- nothing’s wrong, you don’t have to worry.” you mumbled, avoiding to look him in the eyes.
“Princess-” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head “You’re a terrible liar, do you know that?”
“And a terrible actor?” you asked with a half smile, trying to change the subject as smoothly as you could.
“Absolutely not! Besides, I am your number one fan and you know so I guess my opinion wouldn’t matter much anyway. But-” he grinned “You’ve got two oscars and a golden globe amongst many other awards, I think that might mean you are a good actress.” he winked and you chuckled, your eyes casting down.
“I guess.” you fidgeted with yours fingers but cursed at yourself in your mind for how you were unable to come up with something else to say, since you knew Jensen would bring back the topic.
“Now-” here we go “-Are you going to tell me about it, or not? I am not pressuring you, sweetheart, but I just need to know what’s bothering you in case I can help.”
“I want to tell you Jens, but this- I don’t know how well you’d really take to it. I don’t know if you’d be able to help me to be honest… you might be too angry to.” you played with the ring in your finger.
He took hold of your hands and brought them up to kiss them, along with engagement ring “I promise, no matter what it is I am going to try my best not to get angry.” he squeezed your hands and let out a shaky breath.
“I know you won’t, Jens. I know that you’ll try your best but sometimes it’s just- things are too hard to handle and-”
“(Y/n), what’s going on? You’re starting to worry me here. Did something happen to anyone?” he frowned but you shook your head.
“No, no I swear. Don’t worry, it’s just-” you sighed, willing yourself to look him in the eyes “Remember that movie I got a part in the previous week?”
“Yeah I- I think.” he nodded his head, his green eyes baring into yours as if he was trying to study you.
“Well, my manager told me I was supposed to meet my costar tomorrow. You know the one I will be having all those not-so-appropriate scenes with?” you asked and you saw him clench his jaw and look for a minute away.
“Yeah?” his voice was more rough and you felt him squeeze your hands without realizing it. He was already mad about it, well jealous mostly but he had agreed to respect it and you because: 1) he loved you and trusted you and 2) that was your job as well as his and if you could handle seeing him with all those women Dean had then so should he.
“Well, he told me his name today. Through texts.” you let out a shaky breath.
“And?” he looked at you with a deep frown it almost reminded you of Dean for a moment.
“It’s Tom.” you breathed out as fast as you could, and for a moment he obviously didn’t get it “It’s my ex Tom.” you corrected “Tom Hiddleston.”
The moment the words left your lips you saw his back straightened and his eyebrow shot up. His lips moved just slightly but he still kept his jaw clenched. His eyes hardened and you could see that he tried to control himself just because of his promise to you, but you could also understand how hard it was for him. Other than Jensen, Tom was the other most serious relationship you’d ever had. And by that you meant engagement serious. You weren’t one to play with those things, all of your relationships had actually been serious, but when you were with Tom you actually thought he’d be the one. You still didn’t understand fully well why you actually broke up.
You were happy together, as happy as you could get at the time, and you both thought that that was going to be forever. You really thought you would never fall harder for someone else so that made getting over him even harder but when you met Jensen you really understood what love could be. Of course you never forgot about Tom, he was and would always be important to you and sometimes you wished you could still be friends. But it was nearly impossible considering the situation.
“Jens?” you whispered, tilting your head “Jens? Jensen please say something.” you gave his hand a squeeze as his hard look didn’t flatter.
“Your ex Tom?” he asked in a low, dangerously low, and rough voice.
Jensen was not one to get jealous easily, of course when he did it the cutest sight for you but when it came to Tom it all took a turn for the worse. He was jealous but no the funny or sweet and grumpy kind. It was the seriously jealous and worried kind.
“Ye-yes my ex, Tom.” you looked down with a sigh “J, I swear I had no idea it would be him. If- if I knew I- I would have probably not said yes to the movie.”
“Probably?” he frowned at you and you blinked.
“I- I mean-” you cleared your throat “Yes, Jensen probably. Just- just because of what happened between me and Tom doesn’t mean I- I will turn down a great chance in a movie.”
“(Y/n).” he pursed his lips, letting go of your hand and you let them fall on your lap.
“He’s your ex! Your ex Tom, do you remember what happened last time you met him?”
“If you’re talking about the Con, he wasn’t flirting with me.” you rolled your eyes “I told you, that’s how he always was with me. We’ve been close even before we got together, what’s wrong with that?”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, but he’s your ex (Y/n)! You- you can’t just go hav a scene with him like- like that and expect me to-”
“What? Accept it? Yeah Jensen I actually am. Look I am the one having doubts in the first place too but I can’t really believe you’re still angry about this because, and you said it, he’s my ex! I am no longer with him, I am with you and this-” you showed him the ring “Means that want to be with you forever! You are the one I chose to spend my life with, after I was with Tom, can’t you just- just try to understand that?”
“Yeah, but you had decided to spend your life with Tom once too, didn’t you?” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a sad stubborn little child.
“And it didn’t work out, but this is working out Jens! It is because I actually know it is what I want to!” you got up, getting closer to him “Jensen, baby please- I- I am having a hard time myself and despite how jealous I knew you’d be I thought that- that you’d understand me.”
“I’m- I’m sorry sweetheart, damn it I really am.” he cleared his throat, running a hand down his face “I’m just- It’s so fucking hard to when I know how much he- he actually meant to you.”he confessed, his head bowing down as he ran a hand through his hair.
“J” you whispered, taking hold of his hands and he looked at you “I know that Tom and I were- what he and I had wasdeep and it was true and important and strong and everything.” you cleared your throat when you his shoulders fall and the look on his face match that of a kicked puppy’s “But it’s over, J. It’s over, it ended because it actually wasn’t as… true as I thought, and not as strong or as important. Not as this is.” you locked fingers with his.
“Not as real as we are. Jensen, when Tom and I ended I thought I would never get over him because I really thought he was the one for me, the only one for me. But then I met you and- and I realized what love really meant. Don’t get me wrong, I- I did love, Tom. I can’t lie to you about that, and maybe I still do.” you heard him take a sharp breath and you almost felt bad “But I’m not in love with him!” yo quickly added, not over yet “I’m not in love with him because I’m in love with you. And nothing can ever change this now.”
“Not even him?” he whispered and you raised an eyebrow.
“What? Why do you think he would ever want to change this? Tom and I- it was a mutual decision to end this, he wanted it to. Why would he now-”
“(Y/n)” he cut you off gently, but his voice still was laced with pain “Have you seen the way he looks at you?” he asked, remembering the time you met at Con.
“What about the way he looks at me?” you whispered with a frown.
“It’s the exact same way I look at you. Madly in love.”
Imagine: Dean sees you with a random boy in a bar and he gets jealous.
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Pairings: Dean x reader! (Sam mentioned)
Warnings: None… I think? Angst, fuff ?
Word count: 861
A/N: Okay, wrtting about jealous Dean warms my heart. I liked this too much <3 It’s kind of short, but I liked too much.
Your relationship with Dean was… Complicated, to say something. You had feelings for him but you didn’t want to tell him because you were afraid that you may ruin your friendship. Yes, you have slept next to him, or in his shoulder, he even had slept on your lap, but that happened with Sam too. The difference was that with Dean, it felt different.
You met the boys years ago, you were hunting a werewolf pack in Boston. After succeeding, you became friends, and you kept bumping each other in cases. Sometimes they called you for help or you called them… Until you got your own room in the bunker in case you need it. And well, after years, the duo became a trio.
It was like a ritual, every time you finished a hunt, the three of you went to bars to celebrate and sometimes you have seen Sam going with some girl, but when Dean was with another girl, you always got jealous. But you never said something. Sam was the one who knew everything and he was tired of always being in the middle. You had confessed him that you like Dean, in another way and you made him promise to keep the secret. Dean did the same. Sometimes Sam wanted to shout what was happening, but he’s extremely loyal, so he never said anything. He never told Dean what you felt, or told you what his brother felt. In other words, the shit was complicated.
Warnings: Jealous!Jensen (not sure if that really needs to be a warning or not lol)
I had posted the link to this story on here, but I realized that sometimes it’s annoying to be forced to go to AO3, so I decided to repost. I’m going to be doing that with a few stories that I have posted.
How 'bout you livestreamed with your forever best friend and I know it's irrational but I miss you and I'm jealous?
I know you sent this prompt to Sophie, but she saved it for me because she knows that I am absolutely in love with Darius, and this shit gives me life.
“So … saw your livestream.”
Misha smiles as he presses the phone against his ear with his shoulder, leaving both his hands free to grab at his daughter before she runs away, so that he can wipe the smeared chocolate off her face. “Oh yeah?” he says, slightly distracted by the straw-headed wiggle worm that is his progeny.
“Yeah. It was funny.”
Misha manages to clean Maison off to the point that she’s at least decent-ish—enough to where he won’t be worried about her
chocolate all over the couch. “Glad you liked it.” He finally lets his daughter go and smacks her bum as she runs off giggling.
“Yeah” Jensen says again, but now that Misha is really listening, he can tell just how awkward the man sounds.
“What do you mean, what?”
Misha laughs. “I mean, what’s up with you?”
The call is quiet a moment before he hears Jensen rustling around the speaker. “Nothin’. I’m fine.”
“Okay …” Misha rattles, but he shrugs it off—knowing his friend well enough to get that, sometimes he’s moody, but he’ll talk about it if he really needs to. “So …” Misha begins again, getting ready to ask the guy how he’s been doing.
“Did Darius make his flight?” Jensen jumps in, slightly more urgent than Misha is expecting.
“Um … no, but there was another one leaving about an hour later, so he switched it.”
“Oh … good. I mean, not good that he missed his original flight, but good that he got another one. That’s … yeah.”
Now Misha is squinting, staring blankly out the window to the backyard. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah” Jensen squeaks, sounding strange with his voice so high. “Just … ya know, makin’ sure that your friend made it home safe.”
“That’s very … considerate of you” Misha says skeptically.
“What did you two do? While he was there, I mean. How long was he there? I mean, when Jared and I were there you didn’t mention him … so, like was he there when we were there?”
“Um, yeah … he was here. Stayed for about a week.”
“Stayed – with you?” Jensen whispers.
And Misha can’t help but chuckle now because he thinks he’s finally seeing what’s going on—and after being tortured by Darius the last seven days, he can’t find it within himself to be mature about it. “Yeah. It was a tight fit, but Vicki and I managed to squeeze him in between us.”
The sadness in Jensen’s voice sucks all the fun right out of it. “Oh Jesus, Jensen! I’m kidding. He stayed in the guest room.”
“Oh! Okay … cool. I mean, not that—he couldn’t stay … if you wanted … you’re an adult” Jensen clears his throat and Misha has to tug the phone back some with how loud it is.
In spite of it though, he’s smiling. “Are you jealous?”
“No! I … no!”
“That is so fucking cute! You are!”
“Mhmm” Misha hums, smiling wider as West runs by wearing one of his baseball hats. “Tell me, is the outside of your binder covered in hearts with our initials inside them?”
“What?” Jensen snaps back and Misha can only sigh.
“I’m insinuating that you’re a teenage girl with a crush— sorry, I’m tired so that wasn’t very clear.”
“You’re a dick” Jensen grumbles.
“Yeah— that is clear. Darius said the same thing several times over the course of his stay.”
“At least he and I can agree on that.”
“Does that mean there are things that you don’t agree with him on?” Misha asks curiously.
“No … I just meant—”
Jensen quiets again.
Misha tries his best to keep it together— but he’s just loving this so much.
“Just … what did he mean about your usual power dynamic? I dont
I don’t get that. And he kept teasing you about Gishwhes … and has he really not seen the show? I just … he was just messin’ with you a lot, dude. You should have said something to him about that.”
“You and Jared mess with me all the time” Misha offers coolly, hoping that he’s pulling off nonchalant, effectively.
“Yeah—but that’s different!”
“Well … I mean, you know that we’re kidding!”
“I know that Darius was kidding” Misha purrs.
“Yeah but I didn’t—” Jensen yelps and then stops abruptly—his heavy breath heaving in and out of the speaker like he’s been running through this entire phone call.
“Ah … I see” Misha chuckles, now looking fondly at nothing at all. It’s sweet—really, Jensen thinks that he’s his to tease … well, his and Jared’s; but Jensen will jump in and defend him on the days that Jared goes too far, so he supposes it’s understandable that he would feel uneasy about not being able to do the same in regards to Darius. Not that he would be able to stop Darius from carrying on— Jensen would honestly just make everything worse if he tried, but Misha won’t tell him that. All he will do is just sit here a smile a little longer, because right now, one of his best friends is super jealous over the fact that Misha has a strong connection with someone else, and that’s just too adorable for words. “I mean … I have known the guy since I was twelve, Jensen … so …” Misha finally says, once it’s obvious that the other man is drowning in the silence.
“I … I just never seen you like that” Jensen mutters back, dejectedly.
“Like … speechless.”
Misha laughs louder now. “Yeah, well Darius can say some crazy shit every now and then.”
“Tell me about it” and the guy sounds even more miserable than he did before.
“Oh, he was behaving himself on that video—you should have heard him the other day!”
Jensen all but groans. “Not helping!”
Misha chuckles. “Sorry … I’m just trying to explain that he’s a real character.”
“Yeah, I got that much from the livestreams” Jensen grumbles, huffing and puffing like he’s got pigs to piss off.
“This is really bothering you isn’t it?” Misha says eventually, because he’s actually kind of surprised. Jensen has always been protective of his friends, but there’s more to this than that, and he really wants to know what it is.
“I …” Jensen starts, sounding pained for even saying that much. “I mean … I know he’s your best friend and all, and I know you’ve known him for pretty much your entire life, and I know you guys have a million things in common … but I just … I dunno. He’s like— he’s so like you, and I’m not, ya know? And like, he could say these smart things and you seemed like you weren’t sure how to respond … and you always have something to say! And I just—it’s crazy, I know, and I’m being stupid but … yeah, okay! I’m jealous! I just … he just seems to get you and … fuck, he even sings, dude! Like what the hell? How am I supposed to compete with that?”
Misha’s mouth is hanging open and he’s frankly, shocked that he’s even able to speak at all—because he’s never heard Jensen say this much during a phone call, and for him to say this much, and to say this in particular well, it’s just all manners of crazy. “Wow …” Misha starts, “um… wow.”
“Sorry, but … wow!” Misha laughs and then leans back in his chair, smiling up towards the ceiling. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“Guess I can leave you speechless too then” Jensen grits out—and the defensive edge to his voice makes him even cuter.
“Guess so.” Misha chuckles some more before he finally sighs and looks back down at the ground, eyes traveling across all his kids’ toys and the usual trail of debris that they leave behind. “You know it’s not a competition, right?” he says after another breath, hoping that he can at last, get to the part where he makes Jensen feel better about everything.
“And you know that, just because I’m close with Darius, doesn’t mean I can’t be close with you too.”
“And … between the two of you, you’re a much better kisser. I mean, he gets all rough and he bites a lot—you should see my lower lip! It’s all puffy and swollen. It’s not pretty.”
“You’re such a fucker.”
“And you’re an adorable, jealous doofus.”
Jensen finally laughs a little, and it makes Misha do the same.
“You’re lucky that I like jealous doofuses.”
His friend’s smile is obvious, and Misha pushes it against his skin as he hugs the phone even closer to his ear. “Yeah” Jensen whispers, contentedly. “I know I am.”
(I struggled with these a bit because I feel like neither Tony nor Clay are the type to get jealous as they’re both pretty secure in their relationship and love for each other- with the added sprinkle of protectiveness and insecurities here and there. Anyway, I hope you guys like them and feel free to let me know if you think there’s anything I could change/add :)
Also I just quickly wanted to say to the anon who requested the ‘Despacito’ fic, I’ve not forgotten, nor am I ignoring you- I’ve just had a lot going on recently. I have started to write it for you, so hopefully it shouldn’t be too much longer!)
-Tony’s not exactly one to get jealous- on the occasions that he does, it’s more of a protective jealousy than a possessive one; he trusts Clay and he knows his partner loves him and only him, but he doesn’t trust everyone else, especially with as oblivious as the pale skinned boy can be to others attempts at flirting. “Clay, you know he/she was hitting on you right?” … “What?”
-Clay’s more insecure than jealous, because while he knows his boyfriend loves him unconditionally and eternally, he can’t help but think about Tony finding someone better than him. He can’t help feeling a little green-eyed whenever he watches the perfectly tanned boy laughing and smiling with another guy much hotter than himself. “He seemed nice…” … “Yeah, a little too sure of himself if you ask me, I like my guys a little awkward and clumsy.”
-Tony hates it, but he has to admit to himself at the very least, that at times he can’t help but feel slightly jealous of Hannah; she was Clay’s real first love and he’s sure that if she was still alive, half the things Clay was doing with him now he’d be doing with Hannah instead (not that he’s glad she’s gone; as much as the thought destroys him, if it meant giving up Clay to have her still here, he would.)
-Jealous Tony ensues everyone trying to hit on Clay within a five feet radius getting a harsh staredown. When that doesn’t work he likes to wrap his arms around his boyfriend and pull him close, relishing the way Clay just leans into him in reassurance and turns to give him a quick, loving kiss.
-When Clay’s jealous, he becomes extra clingy, but also a lot more quiet. After Tony’s finished conversing with another guy that brings out the green-eyed monster in Clay, he likes to grab a hold of Tony’s hand and sit/stand unnecessarily close to him, but he doesn’t like to say anything because what if he pushes Tony away?
-Tony can always tell instantly when Clay’s jealous and allows the younger boy to get as close and snug as needs be. He likes to hold his partner a little tighter in reassurance and press a kiss to his head every so often, reminding him: “I love you, okay?”
Request: Is ok to ask for a Jensen x reader? If yes, can you do something where y/n is an angel of Victoria’s Secrets, and Jared and the others often (especially at the conventions) joke about Jensen being jealous, he play along but in reality he is very supportive of her career. But then she stops doing her show and photo shoots, even the jokes stop leaving the fan wondering if Jensen’s jealousy was true. After some time come out a really cute photo shoot of them and the reader has a pregnant belly?