#freckled-and-reckless

Me and Jensen...man, do we have a good thing going on...

I’m standing in line with a fellow con-goer and her mom is standing along the wall. 

“Does he have his beard? What does he look like?” I remember her asking. I laughed as just moments before, we were fangirling over Jensen and wondering what he looked like today (June 10). 

“Beard.” Her mom mouthed. Me and the girl sighed but looking at the picture now, DAMN I AM NOT MAD AT THE HIATUS BEARD!

We slowly inched towards the printers which I live for. It’s so cool seeing everyone else’s pictures. Me and my new friend are squealing at how cute the pictures are. But at the same time, the line is moving and I can only see the bottom half of Jensen (has anyone ever complained?)

Being the next person in line, my whole face lights up. I turn the volunteer and flat out say, “why are they so much hotter in person?!”

She laughs and replies with, “I know right.” 

And then it’s my turn.

Jensen clearly sees that my whole face is light up like a Christmas tree and mimics me. 

“Hi!” I say, trying to hold it together.

“Hi!” He says back. I go for the hug, because Jensen gives the best hugs (don’t @ me). 

If this AWKWARD MOMENT DID NOT HAPPEN, I would probably be so pissed with myself that I said nothing to Jensen.

So, with that, this happened:

I went for the hug and my hair got caught in my mouth. Attractive, right? I was just about to fix it when Chris goes, “Your hair...”

To which I casually reply, “just choking on my hair, no big deal or anything,” as I fix it. Pretty sure Jensen giggled and in my head, a point was given to me instead of my awkwardness.

I got back into position and Chris took the photo. Despite not ever wanting to pull away, I had to.

“Bye, thank you.” I said as I gave him one last hug. HE SQUEEZED ME!!!!! 

“Bye, darling.” He smiled and I walked off in tears. THE FUCKING MAN CALLED ME DARLING. I literally fell to the ground outside the op room and sobbed. Darling. No one is allowed to call me that. Ever.

I don’t even know what happened in this picture.

I had a vision in my head and it didn’t go as planned but I got to stare down Jared Padalecki with the dumbest grin on my face.

And I couldn’t be happier.

I walked up to Jared and he immediately squatted to my height and I remember thinking in my head “I’m not that short, what the hell!”

“Hi, can we do this?” I said, snaking my arm behind Jared and holding up my right arm in the position that it’s in. Jared looked at me funny and I think started to put his arm around my waist (this whole photo op is a blur). “No, up here holding my hand.” I directed while laughed. “And looking like this.” 

Looking into Jared’s eyes, my whole body just went limp. His brown eyes staring into my hazel ones had me over the moon as my head was mixed with thoughts of “holy shit this is happening”, “don’t fuck this up”, and “THIS MAN IS GORGEOUS”!

Chris snapped the picture and we quickly hugged. I pulled away and mumbled a thank you.

“I like your shirt!” ASDFGHJKLL;; TO WHICH I SAID NOTHING AND WALKED OFF..I hate myself sometimes.

Alexander is a cinnamon roll, and this is straight facts.

The volunteer was talking to a fellow con-goer who I was previously talking to and I heard her mention the word ‘awkward’.

So when my new friend stepped up to meet Alex, I turned to the volunteer (who I bonded with the whole weekend).

“He’s awkward?” I asked nervously.

“He’s awkward in the best way possible.” She said with a smile.

“Well, I’m awkward in the worst way possible so this’ll be interesting.” She laughed and next thing I knew, I’m being escorted next to Alex.

So my awkwardness gets the best of me here.

“Hey!” I say, making my entrance as I go in for the hug.

“Hi.” Alex says. Chris is changing the music or messing around with something on the table so for a few seconds we’re standing there with our arms behind each other for a minute.

My dumbass decides to say, “well this is awkward.” LIKE COME ON RACHEL! WHY!! 

Chris got back into position and I wrapped my arms around Alex and he does the same. Chris snaps the picture. I say ‘thank you’ and Alex says ‘bye’.

SPN Writing Challenge |  paint-the-town-black-in1967 vs. freckled-and-reckless

Prompt: April | “I want it on the record that this wasn’t my plan.”

Pairings: Dean x reader

Word Count: 481

Tags: smut, mentions of claustrophobia

Note: GIF’s not mine

“I want it on the record that this wasn’t my plan.” She mumbled, sliding her pelvic bone across the hunter’s in an attempt to escape the tight space, that sent the soft flesh on her hip into the hard iron of the pipes. 

“Easy, sweetheart! Don’t hurt yourself!” He mumbled, standing still as her attempts to escape failed miserably.

“We have to get out of here somehow.” She stated.

“Realx, Sam will find us… eventually.” The belief in his own words faded as he finished his phrase.

“How could Sam think to look for us inside the walls?!” She was now panicking, tears flooding her eyes and sweat, her forehead. 

“Hey, relax…” Dean’s tone softened with the means of calming Y/N’s claustrophobic self.

He was trying to figure out how they got stuck in the first place. His frame was firmly pressed against the inside of the wall and Y/N’s body, three wide pipes blocking her way to the left and a dead end to the right. 

The temperature was raising rapidly, the hot water running through the pipes not helping. As Dean looked up in frustration he spotted what could’ve been their only way out. 

The spot where the pipes bent at 90° and passed through the wall at a height of approximately half a meter above them.

“Y/N…” He announced, chest raising and falling at an unnatural pase. “I think, if I managed to climb up on the pipes, then you might be able to slide out and then, I could just jump on the other side.”

“What are you waiting for?!”

With that the hunter rolled his eyes before lifting his arms and grabbing the pipe. Lifting himself up, he propped his knees onto the pipes, pushing up on the wall with his boots. Once he reaced the top of the pipe, which, surprisingly, held him, Y/N easily slid out.

Guests of the hotel gave them weird looks as they walked the halls breathing heavily, spider webs and dust balls sprinkled over their clothes and tangled in their hair. To everyone else, they looked like they had just had sex in the boiler room.

  They made it to their hotel room and they couldn’t get their hands off each other. He had her pressed against the door as soon as it closed behind them, her hands roaming his chest like it was the last time she’d see him. He grabbed the collar of her shirt, ripping the buttons open. For him, it was easy work, but she had four layers of clothing to get off of him. She did without a trace of patience as the sunset huged their frames in the warmest lighting. The room filled with moans as they found their way out of their overly restricting jeans. 

Yup! - these are the people who have spots pre-allocated because of the runover last month: geeklibrarian, beauty-and-the-stitch, imaginingwiththewinchesters, freckled-and-reckless, letmegodean, supernaturalblackhole1, and @sunflowers-castiel. 

If you are one of these people, can you please write me ASAP to confirm that you still want your spot? Thanks guys!

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Fall Out Boy - Calm Before The Storm

30 Seconds To Mars - The Story

Pierce The Veil - The Sky Under The Sea

Boys Like Girls - The Great Escape (Forgot they were even on there, whoa)

Yellow Card - Sing For Me

All Time Low - Do You Want Me (Dead)

Paramore - Pressure

Nirvana - You Know You're Right

You Me At Six - Lived A Lie