this is the jared i want

SLYTHERIN: “They say Icarus was a fool for flying too close to the sun. I say it’s only because of him we know how close we can get. I love the fall of those brave enough to fail for the right reasons. Fuck the easy glory of mere excellence. The only legacy I will accept is to know that however far I got - it was as far as I was capable of going. I want to drown in my own sweat knowing there was nothing left.” -Jared Singer + Anthony Ragle (Potential)

Even From Far Away

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words: 845
Requested by @bemyqueenofdarkness:  Hello, I was wondering if I could request a fic? Only if you feel to. Maybe a Jared x Wife!Reader were the reader is pregnant and Jared is filming in Vancouver but recently he got a Breakdown and in a interview you talk about Jared and how much you love him knowing that he would see the interview. R

Warning: Depression

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, send in an ask. :)
A/N2: Keep sending in requests for parts to “Our Girl”



           “Hey, J,” you answered your phone when Jensen called.

           “Hey, Y/N,” Jensen didn’t sound like he was in a cheerful mood like he normally was when he called you.

           “What’s wrong, Jensen?” you asked.

           “Jared’s having a rough day,” he said, “He won’t admit it, but I can tell. And he’s been in his trailer every chance he gets. He hasn’t talked to any of us. He’s just . . . I think he’s having one of those days.”

           “I’ll call him,” you said.

           Jensen sighed, “Good. I think he needs to hear your voice.”

           “Thanks for calling, J,” you said.

           “Of course.”

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Jared Kleinman's First Bath Bomb

    Jared took the apron from his new manager and put it on. With a bit a trouble, he managed to tie the strings behind his back. “So what am I starting on, Marcus?” Jared asked.

    “You’ll be stocking,” Marcus informed him. “Throw out anything past its expiration date. And replace it with new products. There’s boxes in the back. Holler if you need anything. Is that clear?”

    Truthfully, Jared was a bit confused. However, he didn’t want Marcus to know, so he nodded and said: “Couldn’t be clearer if you poured soap all over it.” Marcus didn’t laugh. He did nothing but stand there, staring at Jared expectantly. “Oh, you wanted me to start now. See, I thought that we - I’ll get to work.” Normally, Jared’s humor worked like, well humor. However, Marcus seemed like a very unfunny individual. Jared got the feeling his jokes would not be tolerated.

    He strode into the back with Marcus still glaring after him. He had always thought work would be fun. However, he was beginning to believe it would be quite the opposite, despite the fact he had only started five minutes ago.

    Jared spent the next hour replacing everything in the store. Soaps, shampoos, moisturizers. He was bored out of his mind.

    “Jared. We’re almost out of the Lava Lamp bath bombs. Bring up a box of them.”

    “Yes, sir,” Jared said, giving Marcus a thumbs up. In the back, Jared scanned shelf after shelf before finding the right box. He cut open the tape and looked at the pile of orange and blue spheres in front of him. An orangey scent reached his nose. It was the best smell by far in the entire store. Jared loved oranges. He picked a bath bomb from the box, holding it to his nose and he took a deep breath in.

    It has to taste as good as it smells, right? He wondered. Only one way to find out. He held the bath bomb to his mouth and took a small bite. It foamed in his mouth. The taste was nice, but there was something better about it. Jared took another bit. Bigger this time. There it was. The bath bomb crunched when he bit it.

    No. It didn’t crunch. It was more of a cronch. The sound was subtle, but distinct. CRONCH.

    He swallowed the orange foam and took a third bite. The bath bomb was wonderful. A perfect combination of foam and cronch. And a mixture of flavors he never could have come up with on his own. And the way it liquified. Jared didn’t know why he hadn’t tried this sooner.

    He jumped when he heard Marcus calling for him. Hurriedly, Jared wiped his mouth and stuffed the remainder of the bath bomb into his pocket.

    That was not the last one he stole from his workplace.

Can you write a drabble for this?


“Okay! From the top!” 

Everyone on set took their place and the camera began to roll. Jared and Jensen had been blowing this scene every time. Everyone just wanted to be done with it already. 

Standing just off screen you followed in your script, holding your breath as the guys approached the rough spot. 

Gliding through it perfectly, everyone let out a long breath as the boys continued. 

Of course the boys couldn’t stay focused for too long and when Misha came onto set with a crazy sweater the boys couldn’t help themselves.

“Dean! Watch out it’s beh- oh my god Misha what are you wearing?!”

Jensen spun around, doubling over just as Jared had. Misha just looked down at his sweater, shrugging his shoulders. 

“I swear, nothing is safe to wear around these assholes.”

With the boys starting to calm down an assistant wanted you to get a second opinion on the shot. Moving to look at the screen you switched on your mic. 

“Alright, re-set. Quiet. Aaaaand, action.” 

Misha’s sweater distraction had completely unfocused the boys and Jensen blew the take. Turning right to the camera it was like he was looking right at you when he said, “fuck me.”

Not even thinking you murmured, “with pleasure.”

You froze when you heard your voice carry around the set. Looking down you realized you hadn’t switched your mic off after calling action. 

Jensen just laughed and looked back into the camera. “Huh, so I guess you wouldn’t turn me down for a dinner date then huh?”

The Heart Wants What It Wants -Chapter 1

I’ve finally decided to start a long story about Jared and the reader. However, as you will see, the story will be personalized, so the reader and all the characters will have actual names, which I find more appropriate for this type of fiction. I haven’t been inspired much lately, so I stopped writing short Imagines, but this one idea crossed my mind a couple of times, so I thought it would be great to start writing about it.

I hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

I’m still open for requests, so if you have any, feel free to send them to me and I’ll try my best to write them.

Much love, Rhina



“Heeey, where is my beautiful little girl?” my mom asked with joy in her voice as she was sneaking into my dressing room. 

I was putting on my veil and doing some finishing touches before I could call my dad to take me down the aisle. You got that, it was my wedding day. The happiest day in a life of a woman. Or so they say it should be.

“Hi mom. Just touching up a bit, I’ll be ready in a minute” I looked her over my shoulder as I was adjusting the veil to my hair. 

“Here, let me help you. Don’t rush it, or you’ll ruin that gorgeous bun” my mom took the veil and pinned it in place letting it fall slowly down my back, and slightly touch my shoulders.

I was looking myself in the mirror while she took care of my hairstyle and veil and I couldn’t help but feel a huge pit in my stomach, which made me take a deep breath and cross my fingers with each other. 

“So, how are you feeling” my mom asked me as she patted my shoulders slightly, standing behind me and looking me in the mirror. It’s like she knew something was wrong. 

“Fine” I said, nodded and smiled slightly as I looked down at my wedding dress. It was a gorgeous lace wedding gown, with long sleeves. It had a v-neck and it was really long, sine I was 5′8′’.  

“Fine? Nicole, it’s your wedding day, and you feel fine?” now my mom was worried. She pulled my arm so I would face her and I took another sigh.

“Yeah… well, you know… I feel good, it’s all normal I’m sure” I tried to convince her I was OK, but I could never lie to my mom. Lord knows I tried many times, for silly things of course, but she could always tell when I lied to her.

“No, it’s not normal to feel fine on your wedding day. You should be ecstatic, overwhelmed, excited, jumping off the ground… you know crazy happy” she took me by the hand and rubbed her thumb over the back of my hand “and you don’t feel nothing like that do you?”

I was silent for a while then I took a deep breath and finally spoke

No. I don’t. And it’s killing me inside, because I feel like I’ve been lying to everyone, especially myself. But on the other hand I didn’t really. I really loved Lucas I just…

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The Perfect Storm Chapter 8

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Title: The Perfect Storm Chapter 8

Summary: Jensen Ackles just wanted his ex wife to sign the divorce papers before he married Danneel. He didn’t want roped back into the storm chaser life. But once a storm chaser, always a storm chaser. Based off the movie Twister (RIP Bill Paxton)

Warnings: None

AN: Lyrics for this chapter are “Lips of an Angel” by Hinder.

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Supernatural Episode Aesthetic - Shadow:“I want us to be a family again.”


Forever Tag List: @fangirl1802 @padackles2010 @mogaruke @sydneymarie101195 @27bmm @green-days-american-idiot

anonymous asked:

What makes Jared special to you?

Hello!

Wow, you can ask me to write a fic about a character’s inner monologue, but don’t ask me to talk about my own feelings or I’ll write only nonsense! lol

But anyway, let me try. What makes Jared special to me, Anon, is basically just how… human and real he is? I mean, I’ve been on several fandoms and had a crush on a thousand celebrities. But no one ever seemed more like a person than Jared does. He cries, he laughs, he cares, he gets angry, confused, sad, happy, over excited, with things that any normal people would. That alone makes him special, coming from the place where celebrities come from. 

I feel like I’ve known Jared for years, even though I’ve never met him in real life. That’s another thing that makes him special, because he makes us feel special. I feel like he’s my buddy, someone I want to hug when something bad happens and someone I want to share a good time with, because he let us into his space, behind his walls, he let us know the real him. To feel like your idol is someone that truly cares about you is something special, because it’s not common. 

Jared’s a human being, a wonderful human being. I see him for what he is, flaws and all, and that’s exactly what makes him special, because he let us see him. He’s not afraid of shaking his perky ass in front of people, not afraid of making his lame jokes, not afraid of jumping around, or completely fangirl over Jensen and other dudes, not afraid of doing that adorable hand thing when he gets too excited, not afraid of showing his face to the world and deal with the consequences of that. He’s special to me, because he is who he is (a tiny precious princess) and he’s not afraid or ashamed of that. And you know what’s best? He probably was, one day, afraid of showing these things to us, because he’s human and have his own issues, but he worked hard and opened himsel to let us know that he’s got this issues and he’s dealing with them. He’s come a long way and I’m so damn proud of him for that, even more proud because he’s trying to help us go the same way. He’s still trying to help us learn to love and accept ourselves and that’s fucking beautiful. He’s a fucking beautiful human being, okay?

Jared is special to me, because he lights the whole room when he arrives. That’s not something I’m saying as a fangirl, but something so many people have shared after meeting him. He’s just a good person, you know those rare type of people that you meet once, at random, but that you never forget because of how good they are? Someone that spreads random kindness, that laughs too loud and makes everyone laughs with them, that hugs you tight and makes you feel safe, that have such a big heart they cry when they see you cry, because they just can’t stand watch other people suffer. Jared is a good person. He’s just full of light and love and kindness, he’s special like that.

Oh well, that’s a long answer lol I hope I was able to express myself and how important he is to me. I love Jared from the bottom of my heart and I know he deserves nothing less. He’s special to me and I feel very protective of him, because I know he’s the type of people that makes the world a better place for the people around him, and sometimes that’s more than enough. 

I hope you like my answer, Anon. Have a nice day/night! <3

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“Uh, Jensen,” Jared laughed. “Are you wearing a-”

“Oh, I know. I know.” Jensen stared at the camera. “It’s…lovely.” 

Jared looked to Misha, “sure, that’s a word for it.” 

“Did Y/N want to torture you or something?” Misha laughed.

“Not this time.” Both of the boys froze and turned to see you raising an eyebrow at them. Jensen squatted down as you nodded your head, “she did.”

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!!” 

Your little lady came tearing around the corner, right into her daddy’s arms. “You wore it! Mommy look!”

Jared and Misha gave you a knowing look as Jensen covered her face in kisses. 

“Unca Jared, Princess Misha, look what I got daddy! He said it’s his favorite!”

“It’s great!”

“I love it!”

“Mommy says daddy gets a special treat if he wears it to the airport and lets everyone take pictures with him.”

“A special treat huh?” Misha nodded to you. “How nice of you.”

“Hey, it’s the season of giving right? He gives me a good laugh, I give him a present.” Jared and Misha started making gagging noises as you winked at Jensen. 

“Why are they pretending to be sick?” your little one asked.

“Because they don’t like Christmas,” Jensen explained with a serious face. 

Her eyes got wide and she whipped around, pointing at them as she yelled, “you’re the Grinch!”

“I knew Dr. Seuss would be a good idea.” you smiled. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.