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acidrain! || harry&jensen.

The rockstar observes the actor, drinking in his actions slowly, brain fuzzy and swirling — euphorically foggy. From the way Jensen replies with ‘Anytime’ to the smirk on his lips pulling upward like a puppet on strings, Harry is utterly intoxicated by the man. The silence between them isn’t deafening, no — it screams, speaks volumes of anticipation, serenity and a hint of lust. The marijuana is only making the scene heavy with some sort of hidden affection, newfound friendship. It’s as though time is just a concept, a fragment of reality that both men have decided to ditch. It is all loose limbs, dry mouths with heavy lidded emerald and clover eyes; an aesthetic built upon chemical highs.

Harry can’t help the way the smirk on his plush lips slowly rise into a cocky, smug grin. It is so, very clear that he has an affect on Jensen — maybe more so due to the drug swimming in both of their sets of veins — and he acknowledges the fact that the man also has an affect on him. That, he wouldn’t dare deny. His emerald eyes flicker to his friend’s legs, watching him stretch out like a tabby cat on a windowsill; slowly, teasingly. “S’ a very comfortable couch, I agree..” He mumbles, tongue heavy in his mouth, before averting his gaze back to Jensen’s clover eyes, dilated heavily with the onyx pupil that grew in size. Damn, does he look good. When Jensen speaks again, Harry’s eyes widen minimally and his jaw slackens a bit — he isn’t surprised, he just doesn’t know what to say, but he does know what to do.

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Maybe Jensen hadn’t been expecting Harry to play along – that eventually he might say, “Sorry, but I’m not into you like that.” But the vibes are there, strong, maybe even stronger than the pull of the marijuana. Jensen isn’t like his friend Misha, who believes in things like fate and destiny and a spiritual connection to another soul but he imagines if those things are real, this is what it would feel like. Harry’s words sound almost distant, warbling, but his form is crisp and sharp despite the unfocused background and blurs at the edge of Jensen’s vision. It’s like Harry is the only important thing here in this moment and the rest is worth forgetting about – not that he wants to, but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to keep his eyes on anything other than Harry. Jensen thinks his flirtation may have been too much, noticing Harry’s eyes widen, but within seconds, he realizes that that isn’t the case at all. 

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acidrain! || harry&jensen.

Harry watches Jensen take the joint and place it, albeit not very gracefully, in between his lips and inhale. An amused little laugh escapes his lips as he watches the actor sputter and wave his hand to dismiss it — an act to let him know he was alright, despite his physical reaction. After he takes another hit and hands it back, the pop - star takes another drag, holding the smoke in his mouth for a minute before exhaling and setting the joint down in his ashtray, watching the smoke dissipate into the air. “M’ glad I could get you back into the swing of things, then.” Harry speaks, words slurring together as the marijuana high clouds his brain. His eyes are trained on Jensen’s face; relaxed, grinning from ear to ear. He can tell the drug is getting to him, or, maybe, it’s simply the atmosphere they’ve created that’s gotten him so tranquil. Whatever it is, the brit can’t keep his eyes off of him and it’s borderline shameful — but he simply can’t help himself. He looks too damn handsome.

When the actor finds his own emerald eyes, Harry’s eyebrows raise a bit, a toothy smirk spreading across his face like molasses. The aura surrounding him and Jensen is euphoric, serene, downright out of a cliche romantic stoner film — but it’s so good, he feels so good. “Mate, I should be thanking you. If it wasn’t for you saying yes, I’d be alone right now. So.. thank you for joining me. I appreciate it.” He replies, “First meetings can be awkward, I agree. I think you’re a wonderful guy, you’re also quite easy to get along with.” Harry watches Jensen’s eyes fall from his own to his tattooed, exposed chest. Was there something on his shirt? A stain on his skin, perhaps? No, apparently not — quite the opposite, in fact. The singer’s tongue glides over his lips, his fingers fiddling with the rings he donned, a soft, deep chuckle rumbles his chest. “Speak for yourself, Ackles. You’re — fuck, you’re incredibly attractive. I’ve been sitting here looking at you this whole bloody time.” Harry replies, lustful, dreamy eyes capturing Jensen’s. “S’ not fair, havin’ you lean back on my couch, lookin’ like that.”

Something about the way Harry’s lips curl into that smirk makes Jensen feel a pang of warmth and subconsciously, he starts to rub circles into his thigh with his thumb. Jensen must be a mirror because he feels his own mouth form a smile, slightly pulled up on one side more than the other, lids now heavy and half hiding a thin ring of green around his dilated pupils. “Of course. Anytime...” Perhaps an insinuation behind the words. Anytime. Jensen certainly would like to spend more time with this very interesting man that has, without a shadow of a doubt, caught his attention. When the room fills with a brief silence, it isn’t awkward, but it is heavy. Is that just the weed or is it the fact that Harry is staring back at him with those lovely eyes? Why does he think, several times, about reaching out and tracing the lines of the intricate tattoos exposed by Harry’s open shirt? Jensen is one to be reserved in most social situations but the drugs are loosening him up – the tension in his body has all but faded away. 

In my tired haze, I had forgotten what a ball ache unpacking was. From the boxes taking up the majority of my space to losing half my wardrobe and only being able to locate mugs instead of glasses, I'm losing my mind. I've unpacked my clothes and right now that seems like a reasonable place to stop for today so I've come to a halt. If anyone wants to join me for a glass mug of red wine feel free to come on over. I'm using a cardboard box for a table and don't have my TV hooked up yet but I found scrabble in one of the boxes so let's play. @mountmeadow

A ball ache? That’s hilarious. You mind if I start usin’ that? But hey, I get it, moving sucks and there’s no harm in takin’ a step back if you get too stressed over it. Plus the clothes are the most important part minus the bed so you’re ahead of the game! I’m not big on red but I could bring some white wine or beer and we can have a little celebration. I don’t mind helpin’ out if you have some things you need done too. Scrabble? Man, I haven’t played that game in forever – I have an annoying friend who’s really good at it and it ruins all the fun for everyone else. I’m down for a few rounds on the cardboard box table. Name’s Jensen, by the way. Nice to meet ya.

acid rain! || harry & jensen.

The summer - autumn cusp’s breeze washed over Mount Meadow with pleasantry, like the waves on Rose Bay’s ethereally pristine beaches. The day had flown by with ease, causing Harry to be slightly taken aback at just how time ceased to exist when he made himself busy; went grocery shopping, unpacked a few stray boxes, called his mom and sister, finished some songs and invited a new friend to hang out with him. Initially, he had planned to spend the day alone, but decided against it — he was in a new place to call home and spending the first few days alone wasn’t really something he wanted to do. Besides, he could spend time alone any other day. So, during the late afternoon, Harry texted Jensen to drive over to his place. They could lounge on the beach, hang out in the crisp water, maybe even bust out their guitars for a quick jam session. Fortunately for him, the actor said yes. Harry’s afternoon was full of boisterous laughter, sunscreen & beer — he wouldn’t have had it any other way

That was a few hours ago. Now, the sun had fully set and Mount Meadow was drowned with deep purple and black, lampposts flickering yellow in the distance. Harry was sat comfortably on his couch, a securely wrapped joint in between his ringed fingers, Hawaiian Gucci shirt halfway opened — just enough to expose his chest — his legs clad in a pair of black skinny jeans. Emerald eyes fixated on the man beside him, mind hazy from the high that marijuana gave. “Y’ want a puff?” He asks politely, tone husky as he offers up the joint in his hand. “If you don’t want to smoke mine, I can light another one.” He adds, gesturing to the unlit joint set on his ashtray, just beside his lighter.

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These slow, easy days are the kind that Jensen likes the most – no work to worry about, morning hikes in the mountains and an afternoon spent lounging on the back porch with a crisp IPA only taken out of the box that came from Austin and chilled overnight. It tastes exactly like what’d you expect from an autumn beer – hearty hops, earthy pumpkin and the slightest pinch of clove. It’s worth sharing, that much is for sure, and it was hard to turn down Harry’s offer of a day on the beach. With summer coming to a close and Jensen’s curiosity piqued about Harry, it felt natural to agree to the invitation. He packs up the cooler with beers that patrons of the brewery won’t see for at least another few weeks and maybe in a way, he sees it as a “welcome” present. Nothing better than drinking beer with a newfound friend on the beach and enjoying these last weeks of warmer weather. And it goes better than Jensen expected – Harry is easy to be around and the day streams by in a blur of fond memories he’s sure to hold onto until the summer months come again. 

But now, they’ve settled in at Harry’s place and Jensen watches him with interest as he puffs clouds of smoke into the atmosphere around them. It’s been some time since he’s partaken in this sort of thing – there isn’t time for it when he’s slammed with work obligations – and the musky, herbal smell almost makes his mouth water. Jensen drags his clover eyes from the joint held between Harry’s lithe fingers, pausing only briefly to note the smooth curve of collarbones exposed, before settling on the other set of greens looking at him. “I don’t mind sharin’ if you don’t,” Jensen comments as he reaches for the joint and jams it between his lips hastily. One deep inhale and the warm smoke stings his lungs. Embarrassingly, he coughs until there are tears gathering at his waterline but he waves a hand to assure Harry he’s fine, just out of practice, before taking another short hit and handing it back. Then, Jensen crosses his legs and leans back into the couch, an easy smile creeping across his lips. “It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this.” Already, there’s a slowness to his words but he knows better than to think the true high has already set in. 

“The beauty of it is incredible, definitely. The food is excellent as well, the culture is just as good. I hope I get to go back sometime soon. Ah, mate — I’m blushing. I’ve listened to your music and I really like it, I’m into the country rock vibe you’ve got going on. M’ always up for an adventure, so I’ll be there on Saturday. Settling in is going quite well, thanks! Unpacked most of my boxes, my manager and a few of my band members stopped by to help, so the house is basically livable now. I’ve just got to decorate and put away a few things.”

I’ve been talking this to death with everyone but I hope I’ll see you at the brewery opening this weekend? Got a special seat saved for you and Chris right at the bar. I can’t promise I won’t make a total fool out of myself before the night’s over but at least you’ll have somethin’ to laugh about on Sunday morning. It’s nice to actually meet you though, Chris speaks highly of you and I’m glad he’s got a great partner to kick ass and take names with. Are you much of a beer drinker or should I stock up on some wine too? Gotta make sure I have everyone covered.

“Japan is also on my top five list, I love it there. I visited awhile back, had a lot of fun with m’ mates, got loads of inspiration for my album as well. I would be honored if you joined me, actually — I’ve seen some of your work, think you’re an amazing actor. Beer sounds wonderful, please do bring some. S’ nice to meet you, Jensen. I’m Harry, it’s a pleasure.”

No you’ve been demoted, sorry. Misha would look at this as a chance to off us both so it’s best he never knows about our wilderness adventures. Selena on the other hand would be waiting with coffee and treats when we got back and that’s just one of the many reasons I love her so much. I’m really good at calling you out, what can I say? I’d happily tell everyone just how wrong they are about you but I won’t. Sel would recue us, send a whole damn search party and everything so don’t you worry. We won’t be lost forever. Yeah stop being busy it’s gross. You know you’re my only friend as it is. 

Demoted!? What’d I do to deserve that, huh? Oh yeah, he’d definitely take the opportunity, the snake. Glad you’re wifin’ Sel up because let’s be real, you deserve it and I deserve gettin’ secondhand coffee and treats for bein’ your friend. Yeah, you are and that’s why we’re friends. You don’t let shit get to my head and that’s a good thing. Yeah, I know we’ll be fine and with Mish out of town for a while, we won’t have to worry about his stupid ass tryin’ to interfere. Alright, alright, I’ll stop! But listen, you guys’re comin’ to the opening of the brewery on Saturday, right? It’s gonna be a great time. I’ll demote you to acquaintance status if you’re not there.

Yeah, I don’t think anybody would want to watch a Disney movie with me-that damn castle in the intro gets me every time. Me, constantly complain? You know how I am! Uh-oh, are we getting a baby Jensen? I’m not sure if the world is ready for that. Well, you’re opening a brewery so I hope you aren’t! I’m just kidding but you do you, seriously. It’s definitely worth celebrating! It’s a gorgeous space for sure. Are you kidding? I’m gonna grab the Mrs. and make a proper night out of it! I do. Actually…can you keep a secret? 

Are you serious? No wonder you and Misha are friends, he’s usually full blown boo-hooin’ by the end of any sad movie. Oh, hell no! No babies here, man, I’ve had enough of that. Love my kids but I can’t imagine havin’ a kid at this age. That also usually happens when you have a partner which I don’t and I’m not in any rush to find one. Hey, that’ll be great, man! Bring the whole bunch – you, Liz, and your kiddo. Unlike someone I know, I can keep a secret. Spill the beans, Irish.

“So, I just got here a few hours ago & I’m already in awe of how beautiful this place is; the air, the ocean, the mountains. Mount Meadow is basically paradise and is easing its way into my heart — definitely on my top five list, probably in third place. Jamaica and Italy are ranked higher. I need to unpack my belongings, but I’m thinking about abandoning the boxes, ordering takeaway and going to the beach for a few hours to decompress. If you’d like to join me, please do, I’d like some company.”

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i’m ocd that way, i couldn’t let my house just have boxes everywhere. i mean i still have them as i haven’t taken them to the recycling if we have that here; but i don’t have to open various boxes to find what i’m looking for. especially in the boxes that were label miscellaneous. the dreadful things from ikea. i’ve never done hiking in my life as i’m not built for that. i’m more of a pool kind of person. there’s always one person in the friend group that could be everything together while the rest of us look mystified by it. i’m in oak bay. 

Sounds like a plan to me, my friend! We should probably tell Selena or someone we’re doing this, just incase we get lost. Maybe wear some trackers so we’re easily found? I don’t want to become a lady of the woods. You would cry while I build us a house out of tree limbs and leaves and build fires. And you know I’d tell everyone this too as soon as we’re rescued. Always up for anything at anytime, you know this.

I think you meant best friend, Shay Shay. Yeah, she’s the only one we can trust with that sort of thing – tell Misha and he’ll just do everything in his power to make sure we don’t come back. I’ll get the air tags and stick ‘em in our bags just in case. Damn, way to call me out – most people would think I’d be the gruff guy out livin’ off the land but you’ve got me pegged. That’s assumin’ we ever get rescued – like I said, Misha might leave us out there to fend for ourselves. We gotta squeeze a bunch of shit in in the next few days – your guy here’s been a busy bee but I’m never too busy for some Jensen/Shay hiking time.

I know I kinda vanished for a long while there after the cruise, but rest assured I’m back and your Hawaiian shirts are no longer safe. I’m honestly hoping you have good news and tell me you burned them all while I was away. And if you didn’t now’s the best time to lie to me and get away with it. Lets go get drinks soon? You can catch me up on everything I’ve missed. @itsxjackles·

Yeah, what gives, Lizzie? I don’t like it when people ghost me like that and then come barrelin’ in makin’ threats about my Hawaiian shirts. Lucky for you it’s fall now and the Hawaiian shirts are put away for the season. I didn’t burn them – don’t go gettin’ any ideas about havin’ a bonfire with my shirts as your fire starter. You haven’t missed too much but let’s do it! I’m openin’ a brewery on the 10th and you should definitely come by but let’s plan on somethin’ before then too.

It’s definitely going to be interesting and a test for the relationship, I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like being in a new relationship honestly, I was married for so long. Well how about we put our experiences together and both get Misha one day? I love that guy but I feel like he would be easy to prank. It’s good that you both still have somewhat of a good relationship, it makes co parenting so much easier! Yeah they really can, we both knew from the start that if the kids didn’t approve then it wasn’t going to work, but luckily our kids are already good friends and we all hung out a lot while filming Love and Thunder. So if wasn’t like I was dating a stranger. You’re never being a downer mate, and you’re definitely not cursed, it’s just the universe holding you back until the right person comes along for you.

I feel that, man, I feel that. I guess that’s why I’m not in too much of a rush to get back out there – just bidin’ my time since my split with Danneel. Oh ho, now you’re talkin’! He’s so easy to prank and the look on his face is always worth it. But don’t be surprised when he gets us back for the torment – he might seem innocent enough but he can be a nuisance when he wants to be. Definitely. I don’t know what I’d do if we left things on bad terms. Yeah, that’s right, you guys were friends before. That always helps with things and it’s good the kids gave their seal of approval. That’s a good way to look at it and that’s probably why you get along with Mish – he says that same kind of shit but I know it’s true. I’ll get my day in the sun. Speakin’ of day in the sun – 5 days ‘til the brewery opening. You ready to get schwasted with me?