* B a n g !

      “Just... trust me. This shit’s gunna work. Garen-fucking-tee it.”

     Jensen sees the smile on Matt’s face. Alright, sure. Let’s see what happens. “You came to a bar just t’drink water? You don’t really look like a square to me, bud.”       

     “Guess you could say that... but who’s askin’?”

      “Steve Rogers’s bein’ called daddy left and right, meanwhile the last time I had my dick sucked was two years ago.” 

      “Have we ever gone a day when someone never has?” 

      “Yeah? Well, it don’t fuckin’ feel like it,” Jensen nearly shouted, throwing down his fist like a child. He knew this was childish, he knew it was beyond his control, and it was so small, but fuck, did it hurt. “Every fucking time this happens. I just want shit to go right for once.”

     When shit hit the fan, he kept his mouth shut. He could only utter a feeble word underneath his breath. “Thanks.”

// i was just drawing and jeremy by pearl jam came on and my jensen muse literally punched me in the face so consider this a plot call. like it and ill DM you bb

// so in the spirit of keepin a clean dash, im gunna unfollow some blogs that i either havent interacted enough or have no ideas with even if were mutuals! if youve been wanting to plot something w me and havent approached me yet, nows your chance