that guy i never remember the name

anonymous asked:

Andy Dwyer getting mistaken for that guy from Jurassic world

H E R E  F O R  I T

  • Will 100% sit and give facts about dinosaurs and motorcycles that he is just pulling out of his ass
  • Sometimes when April gets bored and they’re in public she’ll just yell ISNT THAT THE DINOSAUR GUY?????? 
  • It’s her fault that some people speculate that Jurassic World guy had romantic relations with a velociraptor 
  • Andy for some reason can never 100% remember his name? but he tries. Variations include:
    • Owen Gravy 
    • Odis Grainy 
    • Draws a complete blank so fuck it his name is actually Burt Macklin
    • Or Kip Hackman 
    • Owen Stacy 
    • Tony Glady 
    • just straight up Andy Dwyer 
    • Tom Clancy 
    • Steven Gracy
  • Like Owen, he also sort of just scribbles like yolo i hope this passes i mean it should because hahah yes that is me, i am the jurassic world guy, always nice to meet a fan be sure to tune into my new show Johnny Karate’s Super Awesome Musical Explosion Show

You guys remember when SJWs decided that Autistic kids were hateful bigots for posting selfies on the yearly, prescheduled National Autism Awareness Day because ‘Black Tumblr’ decided they just HAD to have that day for another ‘Blackout’? 

Remember SJWs and Black Tumblr sending death and rape threat and hate messages to autistic kids? Remember them trolling the tag, reblogging to call the autistic people names, posting horrible shit?

I sure as fuck do. 

Never forget. 

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Will you become a Pokemon Ranger? 

For some odd reason I wanted to draw Organization XIII? Let me tell you that I only remembered like 4 of their names and I’ve played up to Tarzan world on the first game… SO based on their designs/what I vaguely remember from the fandom like 10+ years ago this is what I got.

tag yourself I’m MANSEX

Burning Desires - Bucky One Shot

Author: ruminationsofaraven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1409

Warning: SMUT! Please do not read it if you are NOT into it. Thankyouverymuch!

Summary: It is the reader’s first time and Bucky is going easy on her and trying to make her all comfy.

A/N: I was inspired by a fanart that was posted on Tumblr ages ago, I don’t even remember the artist’s name (sorry about that). I guess this piece is loosely based on it. Photo credits - to the owner! Also, this is the first smutty fanfiction I’m posting, so go easy on me guys. I hope you like it and please do drop in your honest comments, would love to know what you think. Cheers.

Your POV

Bucky’s teeth tugged on his hair-tie as he gathered his errantly behaving hair together and sexily tied it up. Damn, he took your breath away when his teeth tugged at things. His eyes never left yours as he did this. You were unequivocally mesmerized by him and there was no hiding it. He strode towards you and you found yourself cringing in the shadow of his broad shoulders.

“You are so intriguing.” He whispered in your ears, making them tingle and tenderly burn in the process. Your hands went rigid by your sides and you look up into his melted sapphire eyes. They gleamed at you, yearning? And if so, what were they yearning for?

“Why are you so intriguing, Y/N?” he breathed into your ears this time, tantalizing your nerves. Can’t you see that I will melt in this very spot if you do not stop that, you fool? You screamed at him internally.

“How am I supposed to know the answer to that?” You replied back feverishly.
He captured your ear between his teeth and nibbled it, you let out a gasp almost instantly and your arms went flying around his neck for support. You flushed a deep scarlet and you could not meet his gaze. You wondered how you would react if he continued this torturously seductive ritual. His lips trailed to your neck and proceeded towards your lips, now beckoning and ready to be kissed. He seized them in one quick motion and let his tongue wander into the wilderness of your mouth. He explored passionately and traced the crevices, making you tingle and longing for more.

You gripped at his chocolate messy ponytail and yanked it free, reconnoitering through his long and luscious hair. Before you realized what you were doing, he made you moan as he grasped your thighs and brought them around his waist. You were straddling him in mid-air and he was losing control. He took long strides as he moved towards your little snowy bed, not leaving your lips unattended for a second and gingerly placed you on it.

His eyes feasted on your flustered state and he ran his hand through his wild mane. “What am I going to do with you, Y/N?”

You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts let alone words as he stared at you, intently. You felt like he was stripping you with his eyes alone! They weren’t wrong about the eye-fucking alright. Soon, he ripped off your purple vest tee and you attempted to unbutton his plaid shirt. He smelled like the fresh winter and forest mixed together and you inched closer to him, pressing your face down in the crook of his neck. Finally, he was not wearing that shirt anymore and the rest of his clothing followed. Now, it was your turn to ogle.

He was not very patient after that as his lips came thundering down to meet yours almost immediately. He even slid you out of your pyjamas and you did not even notice that! You moulded yourself to him and intertwined your hand in his hair for dear life. You could feel his nakedness on you as he pinned you on your back to your bed. He wasted no time as he unstrapped your bra, your breasts quivered under his primal gaze. Slowly, he blew on your right breast, teasing the nipple and finally taking it into his mouth. You were gasping for good old oxygen and found none. You were partly afraid that you would rip out his hair as you tugged at it penetratingly. Before you knew what, you were doing, you let out a loud cry of ecstasy.

Bucky’s POV

She was sprawled, naked and sexy. My eyes gorged on her exquisite breasts, I just had to take one in my mouth and see how she tasted. Divinity did not even come close to this magnificent creature I held tightly in my arms. I stripped her off her useless clothes and managed to pull off her pants as well. I could feel my erection, hard and wanton. I had to go easy on her. She looked so fragile and tiny. And damn her cunt, it was tight and fucking perfect.

I saw no reason to rush the provocative ritual and focused on making her feel comfortable. I coaxed her breasts with my tongue, making her wet and ready for me, attending to her flawlessly narrow hips, stroking and licking along the way. I could do this, slow and steady and I knew I could do all of this for a beautiful woman like Y/N. Her eyes were glazed with a carnal passion which matched mine and that pleased me immensely. Knowing that I am the cause of it, I smirked as she responded to my tongue so honestly. Her orgasmic reactions were making me come.

I had to do something to make her feel at ease. I knew what I had to do, I slid my forefinger into her, circling her clit. She immediately responded with pleasurable gasps.  She arched her back, bucking her hips to my finger and I kissed her wherever my lips found flesh. I fucked her with my finger and she moved gracefully like the strings of a violin to the bow. She moaned my name into my ears, biting and wanting more.

“You are so tight, baby. Unwind, for me.” I soothed her with my best sugar-coated voice.  And then I timed it effortlessly and slipped my hard cock into her as her tightness welcomed me. She started to feel the rhythm and I seized the opportunity and thrust into the softness between her thighs.

“Oh, my god, Y/N, you feel so damn good,” I grunted loudly. I had to grind into her to find a way to her sweet spot. Damn, she was a beautiful puzzle I wanted to solve, tonight. I was worried because she wasn’t saying anything, what if she was hurting? She cried out in pain as her nails dug into my back, pleading and craving for more, at the same time. I plunged into her, not having stopped for a minute and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

“Come for me, baby. I groaned as I gave her my everything. “Bucky, I love you. Oh, my Bucky, Oh for the love of…” She loved the feeling of me inside her. This was the only way I could show her my love and she was so fucking perfect, meeting me, thrust for thrust until my seed spilled into her as her inner thighs dripped with my mark. I retired into the crook of her slender neck, breathless and content. She was all mine.

“Are you okay?” I asked her, struggling to catch my breath.
Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded at me. What was I going to do with this beautiful and patient woman! I placed a soft kiss on her plump lips and held her close, never wanting to let go even for a second.

“Why didn’t you tell me that it was your first time?” I implored as I shifted my weight onto my arms, playing with the loose strands of her long hair.

“I was ashamed, sorry.” Her cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson, glorifying her after-sex radiance.

“After tonight, I think it is safe to say that you have nothing to be ashamed of.” I winked at her and she responded with that deliberate shyness of hers. I carried her to the bathroom and decided to clean up the little mess I put her in. She was gleefully nestled into my neck and I had to say that I was getting used to this. I finally felt like I was home.

Sometimes I randomly start thinking about students in Sunnydale noticing Faith hanging around, I mean it doesn’t seem like a stretch to me, the High School doesn’t seem that big (possibly due to the high number of fatalities…) and Faith isn’t easy to miss. I always imagine some conversation like, 

“Is she new here? She’s pretty much always around, but I don’t know anyone who has any classes with her.” 

“No, I thought so too at first, but I think she’s just Buffy’s girlfriend.” 

“Buffy? Oh, you mean that blonde who’s never around except when like freaky stuff is happening and spends all her time with that British guy, the librarian? I thought her name was Bunny. Wow, learning all kinds of new things today, I didn’t know she had a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, I heard they’re always going on moonlit walks and stuff, and Buffy came out or whatever at her party remember, her mom threw a fit about it, y’know, and Buffy was all ‘this is who I am,’ and then those guys attacked.”

“Man that was weird, do you think those dudes were like a gang? I heard she was in a gang.”

“Could be, maybe ms. leather pants is in it, that’s how they met, haha?”

UPDATE: I’m home safe!
The top surgery technique used was “breast removal - gynecomastia technique, with liposuction of anterior chest wall” if I remember correctly, as performed by Dr Robinson in Cincinnati.
Thanks to the staff - and Dr Robinson - for being chill & using my correct name and pronouns.
I have a post surgical binder on (with drains & dressing too), but I’ve never been this flat since pre puberty.
I’m so happy, you guys.

“I TOLD HIM, I’LL PUT MY HANDS ON YA!”

i have an amazing story for y’all.

there’s a regular at my barnes named bob who’s in his seventies. he used to be a (in his own words) “mediocre actor, but hey, I got the ladies!”. he’s always super friendly, remembers everyone’s name, calls all the women “darlin’“, and is just an all around lovely gent.

yesterday we got to talking about the world in general – he showed me a book on a WWI soldier he’d gotten, and told me he was always looking for stories about the “unsung little guys you never learn about in history books, the guys who weren’t generals but went through SO fuckin’ much and came out of it genuine heroes”.

this led into politics, and OH MY GOD, BOB WENT OFF.

“fuckin’ trump, he doesn’t care about ANYBODY but himself. he’s fuckin’ over this whole country like a kid on a temper tantrum! and pence is almost as bad, with his vendetta against women and the gay community. that asshole – thinkin’ he has the right to tell women what they can and can’t do with their own bodies! how’d he like it if some ladies passed a law that said they had the right to cut off his balls? it makes me sick, angie, the way men are in politics and this country. you have EVERY RIGHT to do WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT so long as you ain’t hurtin’ anybody! it makes me boil, it makes me see RED, when men try to tell women what they’re allowed to do. i’ve always been pro-choice and you know why? CAUSE IT AIN’T MY DAMN BUSINESS. that’s YOUR body, and as a man I ain’t got one reason to tell you what you can do with it. i was in new jersey once and saw this pro-life protest goin’ on in front of a clinic, and this woman gettin’ pelted with eggs and screamed at, and I JUST LOST IT. i grabbed one guy’s sign and threw it away and told him, ‘I’LL PUT MY HANDS ON YA! HOW DARE YOU!’ And we just went AT IT, right there, and I admit I was a bit worried for a moment, cause he gave back pretty good, but I ended up gettin’ him on the ground and showed him what an asshole he was until he stopped.”

by the end i was literally staring at him all

bob, ladies and germs, the embodiment of “catch these hands” – what a fucking good egg.

GUY, YOU’LL’ NEVER GUESS What I’VE FOUND OUT!

You remember is season 5 of Supernatural that Sam and Dean were killed by two angry Hunters, and Castiel asked them seek out Joshua, the Angel that could speak with the Lord. Well I found out recently the actual closest translation of Jesus’s name was Joshua, as Jesus was translated from Hebrew to Latin and then Translated from there, so Castiel asked Sam and Dean to find Jesus.

@i-forgot-adam

Heya guys.

So, on July 30th 2016, I started this blog and didn’t really expect anything to come of it. I mean, who actually makes friends on the internet? But after a ridiculous number of, in retrospect awful quality posts, I finally got my first few followers (@hot-hook, @randomnnerd, @suicidal-masterpiece, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms, @rachelbrady2 and @freedominwriting). I remember staying up until ridiculous times every night and reloading my follower page, grinning every time a saw a new name. And at the time, I’ll admit, things were really shitty, but it was nice to have a hobby.

At some point (I think I was around 100 followers), my blog finally got a boost. I remember waking up to 70 more followers and THREE ASKS. THREE ASKS! To me, that was the height of popularity, so I kept going. By the time September rolled in, I was at 1000 followers and 500 posts, and things sped up. I got out 70 posts every night, sleeping less and less but smiling more and more because for once, you know, I wasn’t alone. And it was awesome.

By November I was at 5000 followers and I was working two jobs, juggling bills and rent and mental health issues that weren’t the easiest thing to deal with. But look! You guys were still there for me! And by the end of November I decided to take a break, and was shocked that nobody seemed to blame me for it. By the time I came back, I was nearing 8000 followers and three asks seemed measly compared to the stuff I had to wade through but I loved every second of it anyway. 

In conclusion? Tumblr is, for me anyway, no longer just a hobby. It’s a genuine love and motivation, and you guys help me keep going every day. This Christmas I spent alone - but I sat on the kitchen floor with my laptop and a mug of pot noodles and talked to you and it was honestly one of the best Christmases I’ve ever had. 

Thank you for everything, you guys. 2017 is a new year, with new posts and friends and episodes and opportunities, and I’m ecstatic that you all stuck around to dive into the new year with me. 

Eternal hugs, have a great day people, I love you <3

alright im going to take a christmas nap

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I still remember my old comic fanart of cartoonz and vanoss fighting over delirious, and I kinda feel like sharing it, I actually found a random post by someone ( I don’t remember who posted it nor I remember their name ) and I want to draw it but never posted it on tumblr cuz I have nothing to take pictures of it and I’m too lazy to draw it on my computer…

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I’ve never been much of a fan when it comes to the supernatural life states in the sims (except for witches!) but I must say that I think they did a great job on the CAS stuff this time around. Just look at the guy to the right! I definitely think they’ve taken the right decision to make this a GP. I hope we’ll see another one for witches and wizards in the future. :D 

/end ramble

Wine Sounds Good (Dean x Reader)

Requested by anon. I am sorry I didn’t post yesterday, I had only 5 hours of sleep and I worked out for 2 hours so I was completely out of it.

Originally posted by rapmonstrous

You were always known to be a bit of a hot head, you grew up around guys- your three older brothers- and very confident women. Since you could remember yourself your family- by family meaning everyone like aunts uncles, cousins, grandparents, everyone- That whatever happens you must stand up for yourself, you should only count on what you can do and make sure that you will never let anyone keep you down.That’s why you were named one of the most popular models in South Korea and Europe, you knew your power and used it to the max, when other models stopped you kept going further and further, commercials, photoshoots, runways, interviews, m/v’s, small parts in dramas, you name it.

Hyuk always admired you, you were his ideal type. You were different, strong, secure and confident, you walked in the room and it was like a giant walked in, it was like you were demanding attention, also you defended yourself. The tabloids were so happy when a fight between you and another model broke, she crossed the line and you not so kindly put her back in her place, you were a calm person, you treated everyone with the amount of respect that you wanted to be given, and when they didn’t do that…. they should start praying. Seeing a girl that’s so full of herself was a major turn on.

He almost demanded you to be his partner at the photoshoot. He was always looking for a way to meet you and this was the perfect way, he wasn’t going to let this go. You were a fan of his songs, you found his voice very smooth and soothing, he was talented and you admired his work, he was also handsome so you accepted the offer. Also the concept was just right for you.

It was gang like king and queen. You were in leather pants, a black crop top, leather jacket with spikes, your hair curled with extensions that reached your back and very dark make up with red lipstick and high heel ankle boots and black leather gloves that had your fingers exposed.Hyuk was in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with a matching leather jackert with spikes on it and black army boots. You had to admit, he looked hot. You walked to him with a smile, your confidence flowing around you

“Hello”

You shook hands with him, you always liked to get to know you’re partners before you walked in the shoot. He smiled at you, he was captured by your eyes, they were like flames

“It’s nice to finally meet you”

“Finally?”

“I’m a fan of your work”

He admitted. Your eyebrows raised at his confession, you were not expecting him to say that, but you were happy he did. You nodded your head, keeping your cool

“Well thank you, I like your music too. Bonnie & clyde is a very good song”

“I’m happy to hear that”

“We’re ready, let’s get this party started”

The photographer shouted. You got to work and posed in various different ways, but the photographer loved the one that he had his arm around your shoulder and you gently bit his thumb, laying your head a bit on his shoulder, looking at the camer and your body facing the camera, your legs spread showing dominance. The photographer called both of you to see the pictures, you all decided on which one to use. He couldn’t stop complimenting you on your chemistry, he was honest you both could tell from the photos how could you looked, you complimented the other. You shook hands with the photographer, thanking him for his compliments and hard work and went back to take off the make up and the heavy extensions. 

You were almost done wiping the make up off, when you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in”

Hyuk appeared and gently closed the door behind him. You were happy he came by, you wanted to talk to him a bit more.

“You were an amazing partner”

“Well, they don’t call me one of the best for nothing”

He chuckled at your reply, taking a seat on the couch closed to you. You still could smell his strong cologne even though he was a few feet away.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Be so confident in yourself”

You were used to that question, but coming from him was a bit difficult to answer.

“Well, ummm I don’t know, since I was a little girl my family gave me strength and confidence so… as I grew up I kind of had that around me”

“I bet your mother is as strong and beautiful as you, the apple won’t fall far from the tree”

You giggled at his sneaky little comment. You felt like a little girl around him, it was strange since you barely knew him but you wanted to impress him.

“How about you, how did you became so confident”

“I learned the hard way, it took a while to get comfortable with my skills. I had to fake it until I made it, you know?”

You nodded at his answer, understnading what he meant. Not everyone was as lucky as you, you were gratefull of your parents and the way they grew you up, some people had to do it themselfs.

“That’s great, that must be a lot of hard work”

“I am willing to talk to you about it… maybe over lunch, some wine would help me loosen up”

You were speechless, was he asking you on a date? or was he jsut being a bit friendly? You opened your mouth but nothing really came out, it was a first for you

“If you are wondering, yes I am asking you out on a date. What do you say?”

“Sure, wine sounds good”

“Especially when you are around”

You raised your eyebrow at his cute compliment. He took your hand in his, feeling his warm hand against your constantly cold one felt weird but good.

“I mean you’ve already had my thumb in your mouth, what’s the worst that can happen?”

March 19th, 2016: The day I met my hero.

I was so nervous and excited. The first time I met him it was for the autograph session where I had him sign my favorite DeLorean model. I remember going over what I’d day in my head, but when the time came all I could make out was, “Hi Michael, my name is ____. I just wanted to say thank you for inspiring me, and for being here today. It really means a lot.”. He said my name, was soft spoken and kind.

Looking into the man’s eyes I was overwhelmed at the kindness and compassion I saw in them. I remember him just kinda looking at me. He never said a word about the costume, but he regarded me.

In a daze and disbelief, I carried my model DeLorean back to where three of the coolest guys I know were waiting for me: Joe, Andrew, and Steve. Their presence in that moment meant so much to me.

For the photo session a little later all I could think was, “Man you get ONE shot at this. You get this photo ONCE in a lifetime. Don’t. Fuck. It. Up.”. I calmed my nerves best I could, and walked through the curtain and greeted him. He looked over, regarded me once more, and said, “Nice to see you again!” I’ll never know if he was being kind, or if he actually remembered me. I really want to believe he did. Having your hero remember you? Damn. THAT is heavy.

For the photo there was a strict “no touching” rule, and when I accidently and instinctively moved too close, the photographer called me out on it and I was horrified and promptly apologized. So if you look at the photo, I have my arm kinda behind my back. That’s why! After it was over I simply told Michael thank you, and left.

Those of you who know about Parkinson’s know it’s a big deal that he flashed that wonderful smile in the photo. I remember picking up my photo after it printed and being near tears upon seeing it.

A year ago today I met Michael J. Fox.

Famous love.

Imagine crossover Sherlock x Supernatural (Cast)

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Originally posted by go-charmander

Originally posted by theflavourofyourlips

Warnings: None(I think)

Note: Okay so, i hope you guys like this!! Just saying… i’ve have never been to a comic con, so i don’t know exactly what it look like. And Benedict don’t have twitter, but here he has. Part 2 coming soon!!! :)

IMPORTANT: (Y/T/N) - Your twitter name. 

And please remember to follow the amazing @realdiepie


The big building in which the convention was being held was right in front of your eyes, making you smile largely. It was your first time at Comic Con, not as a fan going to a panel, but as one of the cast members presenting the panel.

Everything was so surreal.

If someone’d told you two years ago that you’d be a part of the cast of Sherlock BBC, you’d call the crazy. Fortunately, that’s exactly what happened. And now you were about to enter the building with the other actors to get ready for your panel.

Besides all the magic of the usual stands, today the panels would be Sherlock, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries and some new Marvel-related trailers. But besides the nervousness creeping up on your belly, there was also the nervousness on you poor fangirl heart. Just the idea of being in the same environment as the Supernatural cast made you crazy, not mentioning your eternal crush on Jensen Ackles. And today, you’d have a chance to meet him.

“(Y/N), is this nervousness?” Martin, who played John Watson in Sherlock, asked laughing as he saw your trembling hands.

“No…” You answered, defensive, making him raise an eyebrow. “Maybe… It’s my first time! I have the right to be nervous.”

“You definitely do, (Y/N). Stop messing with her, Martin.” Amanda, his wife who also played Mary on the show, said hugging you from the side, since you were still in the car. Amanda and Louise (Molly) had been your best friends since you’d entered the series, but there wasn’t anyone in the car you didn’t consider a friend, which was a relief.

The car finally parked, but soon some people from production started guiding you through the corridors to take you to the dressing room. Benedict, Louise and Andrew, who played Moriarty, were in the other car, that’s why they hadn’t arrived yet. The hallways where the dressing rooms were located were obviously restricted to the production and the artists, and until you arrived in front of a door with “Sherlock" written with big black letters, you could see a few of the actors from The Vampire Diaries, but no sign of the Supernatural cast.

“Ah, you’re here!” Mark, the producer of the series and also the actor who played Mycroft, said as he rose from his seat and rushed to hug the cast. He, Una - who played Mrs. Hudson and was practically a big mother to the whole cast - and Rupert - Inspector Lestrade - were already waiting on the room.

“(Y/N), Amanda, come here darlings!” Una said tapping the empty space beside her on the couch, making you sit on her right side and Amanda on her left.
You talked and laughed for some time, the photographer on the room taking pictures of everyone until Benedict, Andrew, Louise and Moffat arrived.

“Okay, everyone! The Vampire Diaries’ panel has just begun, at one thirty the Supernatural one begins, and then at three you’re on. After that there’ll be an autograph session with all the casts of the three series here today, so until then who’s not in an interview is free to do anything they want.” Moffat said making everyone nod cheerfully. They’d all ben to a Comic Con before, but the energy the place carried made even a non “Comic Con Virgin” as yourself feel the nervousness of a beginner. “Speaking of interviews, Mark, Benedict, Martin and (Y/N), come with me.”

You rose from the couch with the butterflies in your stomach that had accompanied you all the way here, and left the dressing room with them, not missing Amanda and Louise’s thumbs up for you on your way out.
Benedict wrapped his arm around your shoulders while you walked through the hallways behind Moffat. If you were having such fun merely with the production and the artists, imagine what it’d be like outside…

You stopped in front of a door with the name of the magazine you’d be having the interview with, and Moffat knocked and soon heard a “come in” from inside. But as soon as you took one step forward with Benedict still holding you sideways, your gaze was diverted to the left side of the corridor. Was that… Misha?!

You obviously couldn’t tell, since Ben pulled you inside the room parting from you so he could shake hands with the two interviewers, and you did the same.
“We’re so glad to have you here! Sit, please.” one of them indicated to the chairs.

This was the first of many interviews you had to make on the day. You were always nervous at the beginning, but all of them ended up to be real fun. The questions were basically about what to expect of the new season of Sherlock, about Mabel - your character - and Sherlock’s relationship, and a few personal questions.

“Where’re we headed now?” you asked to Louise excitedly, since you’d parted from Benedict and Martin a while ago.

“We have thirty minutes until our panel! So for the time being I don’t think we have to be anywhere.” she answered making your heart skip a beat, it was almost time, you could barely contain your excitement.

And then, something clicked on your head.

If there was thirty minutes left until your panel, that that meant the Supernatural one must end now, and maybe you could get a glimpse of the cast before you were on stage! You couldn’t find anyone from their cast the whole afternoon, the only sign of them being the guy at the corridor that looked a lot like Misha.
You kept wandering through the corridors, and Louise took a picture with you to post on Twitter with the caption “Molly HATES the competition. I love her, though <3”, making you laugh since you were basically cast as a romantic pairing for Sherlock himself.

“We’re up in five minutes. Shall we?” Louise asked, but ended up going ahead as you parted ways to drink some water. So many interviews had left you with a dry throat.

You were distracted with your cellphone, RTing Louise’s picture and posting a picture you, Benedict and Martin had taken this morning.

You wished you were paying attention.

Actually, no… You didn’t.

“What the-“ you exclaimed when you felt your body hit something, and a cold liquid splash all over your shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” And when you heard that voice, you looked at the person holding an empty glass in front of you.


Jensen. Fucking. Ackles. He was right in front of you, looking at you with a guilty expression without knowing what to do exactly.


“It… It’s fine.” You said still in shock from seeing him, and holy shit was he even more handsome in person, if that was even possible.

But it wasn’t until you felt the water drip inside your bra that you finally looked down to see the damage. Your shirt was completely soaked. Your white shirt.

White and transparent.

Damnit.

Now the shape of your breasts and your navy blue bra were completely visible.
“I am so sorry, I really am!” He apologised again, looking at your shirt, which left you slightly uncomfortable. But it soon faded away. He was Jensen Ackles, after all.

“I gotta go. My panel…”

“Starts now, I know, I’m so sorry… Here, um, take my shirt. You can’t go onstage like this.” He said, handing you the grey shirt he was wearing over a batman T-shirt.

He knew who you were.
He knew.

“(Y/N) I’m so glad I found you! You have to come with me right now!” An event organiser appeared beside you, already pulling you away.

“Thanks!” You screamed over your shoulder, seeing him smile and yell back another apology and a “good luck” from afar.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Now here’s the cast of Sherlock!” Someone announced and you were on the stage at the sound of cheers and applause. You smiled warmly at all those people waving at you, feeling your heart race. You waved back, sitting between Benedict and Martin. You were wearing ragged jeans, a pair of black ankle boots and now Jensen’s dark grey shirt.

It had his smell.
Holy fuck.

Breathe, (Y/N), breathe.

Moffat started talking about the series and the new season, and the cast eventually commented here and there, especially Benedict and Mark. Then the subject changed to your character, and they gave you the word.

“Well… I guess I was quite nervous at the beginning, since Mabel isn’t originally on the books, and I was really scared that everyone would hate me.” You said a bit nervous


“Yes, Mark and I were also a bit uncertain about her at first.” Moffat added, making Mark agree. “To cast or not to cast a Mabel.”


“Thank god you did…” you played with a smile, earning cheers from the crowd. “But as I was saying, I think a lot of people expected - or expects - Mabel to be similar to Irene, since she’s her younger sister. But the only thing they share is their intelligence, because they’re completely different as to their personalities.” You explained, and so it went for about an hour. Making jokes, laughing and talking about the series and your personal life. You noticed some fans pointing at Jensen’s shirt, making you swallow hard and pretend you didn’t see it at all. They’d obviously notice it. The Spn cast had literally just left the stage.

“And that’s it for today! That you for being here, see you next time!” Moffat said, you waved at the crowd and left.

Your first time definitely couldn’t have been better.

“You were great, (Y/N)!” Amanda said - or yelled - hugging you along with the rest of the cast, who also screamed in approval and joined you on a group hug.

“Awn, you’re the best!” You said with a muffled voice from being crushed by several bodies, and all of them repeated your “Awn”. They finally let you go, and just then you realised that, in a chair not too far - with a perfect view of the stage - Jensen sat observing the scene with a crooked smile.

Your eyes locked and you retributed the smile, but another organiser interrupted the exchange once again, pulling him and the Sherlock cast to opposite directions.

Time for the autographs.

There was a big room with autograph tables for the three series, so it could be more practical for the fans who’d attend all three tables. They were organised each in one of the corners of the room, displayed in a sort of triangle, The Vampire Diaries and Sherlock’s tables on the base and the Supernatural one at the top.

When you arrived, the fans’ screaming intensified, and you could see thousands of people waving at you. You could only smile and wave back. The other casts were already sitting at their respective tables, and when you came in, the session begun.

“(Y/N), I love you so, so much.” A fan came closer to you with swollen eyes, shaking and handing you a picture to autograph.

“Hey, there’s no need to cry! I love you too.” You answered with a smile, and she mimicked your action, making your heart melt. That was the most gratifying part of your work, for sure.

A few more people came by tour table, complimenting you and making you smile even more each time. But you couldn’t help but advert your gaze at the Supernatural table every now and then. Even though your eyes wouldn’t leave Jensen, all of the people seated at that table were your idols, and you were absolutely stunned by how many fans were going by your table with tears in their eyes.

“Can we take a picture?”
“Benedict! Martin!”
“I love you so much!”

There were so many voices speaking you got a little lost sometimes with all the fuss. You looked back at the Supernatural table and saw Jensen looking straight at you. He smiled and waved, making you do the same. This was a dream.

“(Y/N), you’re so wonderful!” A fan who was about 14 years old said, and you saw Benedict, who was beside you, smile as he heard the compliment. “And you and Benedict have to be together. You’re so perfect for each other!”
You and Benedict laughed and he kissed your cheek, making the fan swoon, but he didn’t say anything, leaving you to answer.

“Well, he’s married, sweetie. But Sherlock can definitely have Mabel, I really hope they end up together.” You answered with a smile, seeing the girl next to the 14 year-old divert her gaze to you.

“No, Jensen and her are perfect for each other!”

What?

“WHAT?” You asked a bit shocked.

“You’ve never seen the montages and edits of the both of you? The whole Sherlock and the Supernatural fandom ship you two! And those of them who don’t will start to after today.” You opened your mouth in surprise, but looked at her with confusion after that last sentence, and she soon explained. “You’re wearing his shirt!” You felt your cheeks heat, and for some reason you didn’t explain why exactly you were wearing Jensen’s shirt. You smiled awkwardly, and saw Benedict, Louise and Amanda - who were actually paying attention - laugh at your face. “Anyways, can we take a picture?”


XxXxxxXx

After an extremely tiring afternoon, but a wonderful one nonetheless, you arrived exhausted at home, but not even the sleepiness you felt kept you from running towards your computer to look at the tag #jen(y/n) in all of the existent social networks. After that fan, many others started freaking out when they saw you with his shirt, and didn’t stop asking if you two were together…

When the autograph session ended, everything happened so fast that you didn’t even have the chance to give his shirt back. Not that it bothered you, because despite taking a shower and putting comfortable underwear, his shirt was already back on your body. It had his smell, and despite it being technically wrong, it was your pyjama for the night. But you couldn’t care less, he was you idol and there was nothing wrong with a fan sleeping with a shirt she’d gotten, right? Right.

You were looking at some posts about you on Tumblr when one called your attention. It was a picture of him looking at one side with heart eyes, and the next picture was of you with the same expression looking at the other side. Like you two were looking at each other.

The caption said: “I managed to take a picture right when they were looking at each other! They’re so perfect, oh my god! I watched both they panels, and in the Supernatural one, Jensen was still with his shirt, and then right after at the Sherlock panel, (Y/N) was already wearing it. At the autograph session, I asked them if they were together and he just laughed and didn’t answer, a little embarrassed. When I asked her it was the same thing, and when I asked about the shirt she just said ‘He’s wonderful’ and didn’t say anything else. Is it just me or does anyone else feel like they’re one step from going public? I think our dreams are about to come true #jen(y/n) shippers.”

Your heart skipped a beat when you read what he had said about you, and after this post, you found others always saying that non of you’d answered anything about supposed relationship, but that whenever anyone asked him about the shirt he’d always say “doesn’t she look beautiful with it?”

Okay, you hadn’t answered the questions because you liked the supposition and didn’t want to deny something you wished were true. But what about him? Why didn’t he say anything?

You went to your mirror and took a particularly blurry picture of you wearing the shirt with your phone’s flash and gathered the courage.

You could be doing something really stupid, but you’d never know if you didn’t try.

“Just got home with something from my favourite series… #fangirling” You posted it on Twitter with the picture that didn’t reveal anything apart from your blurry face and the shirt.

Your heart was in your hands and you threw your phone on the bed, afraid to see what was going to happen and going to the kitchen to eat something. Minutes later, when you got your phone back, it had numerous notifications indicating a tweet from Jensen.

“Just got a new fan ;) #hellyeah”

You couldn’t avoid the smile spreading on your face, but it was soon replaced by a frown when a notification arrived indicating a Tweet from Benedict.

“Traitor @(Y/T/N)”

You laughed, soon posting a “Benedick”.
And you went to sleep with the biggest smile on your face.

Part 2