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just some great things in animal crossing

-the obvious one: running in a giant dream flower patch that isnt yours and absolutely destroying all the flowers while gigglng

-the little sound and animation when you complete initiatives

-also: that sound he CAT machine makes when it has meow coupons for you

-when you help out a villager and they get so happy that they walk around singing

-the music when it rains or snows

-shrunk’s dance (AKA the Shrunk Funk Shuffle)

-when you make an expression and a villager does it with you

-whenever it rains and everyone has umbrellas catered to their personalities

-the frogs not having umbrellas because they like water

-the sound and animation when you plant something

-when trains randomly roll by

-walking into a conversation between villagers

-playing hide n seek

-twirling umbrellas

-villagers giving you nicknames

-villagers giving you random items

-blowing dandelions away

-the balloons and ice cream you get from the HHA

-when villagers get clothing and immediately change

-doing a backflip when you change clothes, complete with sparkles

-the little victory dance your avatar does when you pay off your loan or complete a holiday game

-the pine trees getting lights during winter

-”rumors” being spread about you (some rumors include: green thumb, fashionista, and town hero)

-villagers that have moved out visiting

-finding villagers that live in your town at a dream address and the villagers recognize you

-luna counting sheep to send you to a dream address

-playing grocery store with kappn’s daughter

-town themes and flags

-running past the butterflies at the museum and having them fly all around you

-when you play an instrument and randomized notes play every time you hit it

-villagers clapping for you after you play an instrument

-getting pictures from villagers

-making a wish when shooting stars pass

-the games you play with campers

-the custom outfits other players make and share

-sitting on rocks

-sitting on benches with villagers

~feel free to add more!!~

Masterlist (This thing is getting long. wtf do i do)

Steve Rogers

Aw Hell No
Is This A Test?
The Scent
The Scent pt 2
I Hope You Remember Me
I Hope You Remember Me 2
Seek and You Shall Find
Pizza Anyone?
Bloodless
Bloodless pt 2
Out of Breath
A Simple Touch
Daddy’s Little Patriot
Recovery
Hey Good Lookin
Hey Good Lookin pt 2
Socially Awkward, Awkwardly Strange
No Matter What
To Dream in Black And White
Star Spangled
How Much
Angels Fall Sometimes
Idiot
Lipstick
Asgardian Love
Overprotective
Jealousy Is the Key
Hakuna Matata
Tied Up In Knots
Strongest Wolf
This Means War, Soulmate
Seen It In Color
Seen It In Color pt 2
These Scars Won’t Last Forever
Left Hand, Red
Yes, Your Highness
Reminisce
Hole In One

Johnny Storm

Cutie Patootie
Hello Little Flame
Hello Little Flame pt 2
Hello Little Flame pt 3
Hello Little Flame pt 4
Fly With Me
Grind On Me
Fireproof
Thanks Sharky
Greater Than Man
Woof
Drive By
What Kind Of Question Is That?
Hey Baby
Give Me The Thing That I Love

Curtis Everett

Cheer Up

Nick Gant

The Waiting One

Chris Evans

I’ve Got A Secret
Goo or Gaa
Security
Whatever Comes To Mind
I Got You
Wait What?
Come Over Here and Make Me
Family Tree
This Gap Between Us
I Knew It!!!
Just A Kiss
What We Fight For
Do It Again
Turn Me In
Off Limits
Just To Hear Your Heart Beat
To Leave A Message
Routine
Oh Dear
Silence
Fountain of Love
All By My Lonesome
Iron Man All The Way
Makin Movies
Unexpected
Flight 268
It’s Gotta Go
Prank Master
Fear the Beard
These Hands of Mine
Wise Guy
Preference: Dating
Savior
Premier Night Plans
Such A Pain with Rain
It’s Not Funny, Chris!
Super Soldiers Really Can Get Sick
What A Beautiful Picture You Paint
How’s That Presentation Going For Ya?
You Found Me
When the Clock Starts Ticking
Happy to the Birthday
It’s A Spectacular Show, Trust Me
The Oscar For Best Fight Goes To…
Diving Boards Are Evil
When We Have Bad Days
The Icing On The Cake
Realizations

Chris Evans - Sebastian Stan

Sweet Temptations
Sweet Temptations pt 2
Oh Butler!
Slice of Heaven
The Bees Knees

Steve Rogers - Bucky Barnes

Mother Nature, Shut Up
I’m Flufftastic
Bring Me Back To Yesterday
Uptown Funk You Up
Don’t It Feel Good?

Bucky Barnes

Taste The Flesh
Enjoy The Ride
Birthday Boy
Paper Toy
At The Tone
At The Tone pt 2
Sugar Sweet
Picture This
Won’t Go Home Without You
Safeguard
Nobody Gets Left Behind
Nobody Gets Left Behind pt 2
Boom
The Frustration of A Fanfic Writer
Doctor, Oh Doctor
Your Shadow
Your Shadow pt 2
Your Shadow pt 3
Your Shadow pt 4
Your Shadow (Final)
College Would Be Fun, They Said
Baby, Baby
Ms. Sassy Pants
Talking To the Moon
Disney Movie Cheer Up
Till Death Do Us Part
I’ve Seen It All
Hey Jude
Color Me Satisfied
What We Left Behind In The Past
What We Left Behind In The Past pt 2
What We Left Behind In The Past pt 3
What We Left Behind In The Past pt 4
What We Left Behind In The Past pt 5
What We Left Behind In The Past pt 6
What We Left Behind In The Past pt 7
What We Left Behind In The Past pt 8
What We Left Behind In The Past pt 9
What’s Your Number, Doll?
Menace? Menace, My Ass!
A Thousand Years From Now
Iron Giant
Small or Large?
Order In The Court
Don’t Wanna Know
Drift
Familial Love

Wade Wilson

Cruise

Natasha Romanoff

Dark Reflections

Johnny Storm - Steve Rogers

She’s Mine!
You Little Prick
Roommate
Left or Right
Respect the Lady
Take It From Me, Jealousy

Logan Howlett

Hush

Pietro Maximoff

Sister, Sister

Sebastian Stan

Voices In Our Head
Voices In Our Head pt 2
Baby Blues
Baby Blues pt 2
Caramel and Coffee
Takes Two
Payback
Wedding Vows
When I Broke Your Heart With Just A Kiss
In The Middle Of the Night
In The Middle Of the Night Pt 2
Fancy Seeing You Here
Shine Bright Like A Patriotic Diamond
We’re Never Going Slow
This Line Won’t End Now
Give Me That Gold
Give Me That Gold Pt 2
Fall Into These Arms of Mine
Slice of Heaven
You Didn’t See That Coming?

Jeremy Renner

This Is Mine

Avengers cast

Dimensionalist
Dimensionalist pt 2
(Rape Scene that was cut out from Dimensionalist Part Two)
Dimensionalist pt 3
Dimensionalist pt 4
Dimensionalist pt 5

Avengers

Microwave?
Happy Birthday, Sparky
Our Best Girl

anonymous asked:

I am... in love with you. Holy funk just amazing!♡ Well, friend love XD You're so great at your art and the plot for this AU is so good! (same with your other fandoms like undertale and mlp)

DANG! thank you so much X3

it means a lot to me

yeah, about my mlp blog, that’s gonna get a major change -3-

HOW TO KNOW FAKE METH
BAD QUALITY AND INCUT METH…


as of late there have been numerous questions asking about how to tell if the shit is good , or even real, and how to test it.

First things first, if you have to ask yourself , is this shit anygood after doing some , then it aint .

after a couple of hits out of the glass pipe , you should feel very good and energized, and not having the desire to refill the pipe, good shit will get you busy doing something other than smoking up your sack.

a little good meth goes a long way

if you do some , and you feel more tired than before , then it aint real.


Bleach Test: pour liquid bleach into a glass , a couple of ounces is all you need, drop a small amount of your product into the glass with the bleach in it.

and watch what happens, if its real , the speed will start dancing around, it will dart around for a few seconds, and after a few minutes or less , small oily spots will form on top of the bleach !!! 

if it sinks to the bottom without dart around first, guess what? it aint real.

The smoke test: when blowing out a hit, the smoke should come straight out of your mouth and clouds that are long streams, like a rainbow .

If the smoke exhaled , come out and stays close to you and goes sideways and in circles to the left and right , it is not a good sign.

The nasal test: Real meth will burn your nose when snorted, so much that tears could form in your eyes, some call it the donkey kick, it feels that bad.
which is good!!

no burn or very little burn is a bad sign.

The magnification test: Look at your product under some magnification, it should all look the same as far as color and texture , the shards should be rigid, un-even , rough edges.
the color should be pretty clear or transparent , mostly but not 100% 

Cloudy rocks are another bad sign.

If the edges are smooth and straight kinda uniformed shape , bad sign!!

Meth should not look wet, if it looks wet or kinda oily and easy to break apart, Bad Sign.

The pipe test: if your pookie ( glass pipe ) turns dark inside the bubble after smoking some , Bad

if it just burns away quickly , no good!!!

real meth will re crystalize , quickly and clear or at least white, and it should start forming a pattern of lines, like spokes on a bicycle.

if brown spots form instead of lines, guess what , yep bad.

Real meth will smoke easy, and you cant really fuck it up , on the other hand fake shit will run away from the flame and will be hard to smoke , bad shit will run up the side and wont stay on the bottom of the bubble.

real stuff will stay in one spot .


I hope this helps, a lot of bullshit is being sold as meth, do not fall into this trap, buying it is worse than throwing your money away, it far worse because the effects of smoking fake dope are horrible, it causes depression, fatigue, a feeling of worthlessness, and then you are in a bad funk, worse than you felt prior , becarefull and dont be affraid to tell your conection NO!

thats the only way to keep dealers straight, because time and time again , they will sell you good shit at first, then as you become a loyal customer they will start giving you adulterated shit, and if you dont speak up and complain, they know you dont know good from bad and the shit will always be fucked up from then on.

if you speak up and stop buying their crap, they will come out with the real stuff , I have beenthere

i-wanna-funk-you  asked:

DUDE the way you draw expressions.... THEIR FACES IN THE RECENT COMIC ❤❤❤ so cute!!!!! Your gyjos always makes me so happy, keep up the work bruh!!!!

AHH tHANK YOU im so glad you like them!! It’s my favorite part of drawing comics. and also the part that takes away my soul bc im never pleased with them- Its a love / hate relationship we have goin

also i had my watercolors here So i made you a gyro since hes the king of expressions

Home!

The bed was empty once again. The sheets were cold. You shivered, pulling the blanket tighter around you. You missed his strong arms wrapped around you. He was always warm and on mornings like this he was your personal heater. But he hadn’t been home in a long time and you missed him so much it hurt.

With a grunt you rolled out of bed and started your morning routine. Every morning the same. You hadn’t done anything special in weeks. Sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep. Each day the same. You were sick of it.

So this morning you texted your friends, asking to go out tonight. It was Friday after all. They immediately said yes, happy to get you out of your funk.

With renewed energy you made your way to work.

Half an hour before lunch, there was a flower delivery. You hadn’t been at your desk, so your colleague signed for it. A gorgeous bouquet of pink lillies took up half your desk. You instanly knew who they were from, even without reading the note attached. A bright pink envelope sat in between the flowers, holding a simple piece of paper, that had the words “I can’t wait to see you…” written in his neat handwriting on it.

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heartbeat | part one

part one // part two

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

[Yoongi x Reader | Jungkook x Reader]

Genre: Angst, Fluff for now

Words: 5221

—> The exact moment you experienced heartbreak with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

A/N: AHHHH. I desperately wanted this to just be one entire fic, but ended up breaking it into two parts because I haven’t posted a fic in like… months lmao. I felt like a fraud for calling myself a writer, but not posting shit. So yeah, idek what this is but I hope you all enjoy it! xoxo


The exact moment you fell in love with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

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Sebastian Stan dating someone younger would include

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

  • posting cute pictures / videos of you on Instagram
  • him almost always being the big spoon
  • movie sessions with tons of ice cream
  • him covering your eyes during steamy scenes
  • “heey! what are you doing, Stan?”
  • “stuff like this isn’t for minors”
  • “really? then why did we do the same thi-
  • him covering your mouth
  • making mixtapes for each other
  • him referring to you as “my girl/boy”
  • road trips without any destination
  • singing along to whatever’s on radio
  • secretly recording him while his singing along to “uptown funk”
  • internet thanking you for that
  • him loving when you wear his clothes
  • baking at 3 am
  • calling you his kitten
  • sending each other memes 24/7
  • sending him Bucky memes
  • “that’s savage”
  • eskimo kisses
  • taking relaxing showers together
  • him always having the need to touch you (hold your hand, have his arms wrapped around you, etc)
  • helping you when you’re feeling down
  • being space nerds together
  • giving you 3 roses ever friday
  • even when he’s away, you wake up to 3 roses on your doorstep
Make You Come Undone (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
»Bondage, Overstimulation, Jimin being cute but in a hot way

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

The branches grew wings, or so it seemed as such as the heavy wind ruffled what few leaves clung to their dormant twigs. It soothed your mind, allowing your thoughts to run their course until nothing filled your head but the sharp breeze stinging your exposed skin and piercing through your inappropriate autumn attire as you watched the branches attempt to fly away as their green and yellow wings flapped with fervor.

But soon, even that became a tedious task that only made you feel how hard the concrete bench felt beneath you, and you soon stood to move on to another site, another way to take your mind off of everything you weren’t actually thinking about. Too much stress always came to you like this: to the point of no feeling. What made this form of stress so shitty was that you had no idea what could get you out of your funk, something to ground you.

You found yourself close to your apartment building in your aimless walking, and you shrugged as you entered. The outside world provided you with no help at all; maybe you could find some relief in your own small home on the 12th floor. You stilled at the hands gripping at your waist, your fist tightening in balls as you turned your head only to meet the cheery face of your boyfriend. You sighed in relief as you turned to meet Jimin’s playful grin.

“I caught you,” he cooed, pulling at the strap of his brown messenger bag. “Why are you getting home from work so early?” You were about half an hour early.

You shrugged as you both headed towards the elevator to see it was just opening and both slid in with the elderly lady before you finally answered. “I told my boss I wasn’t feeling well; coming down with something.” You spoke quietly as you eyed the gray curls of the lady in front of you, pressing towards your boyfriend as the numbers ascended.

“Are you sick, really?” he asked, his tone laced in concern. You gave a small grin as you bumped shoulders. “Nah,” you answered. “I just needed to get home.”

“Why?”

The elevator stopped on the 6th floor finally and you chewed at the inside of your cheek as you scrutinized every step it took for the woman to step off the elevator, the doors closing on sensory detail. As the metal box jerked you down in its quick ascend, you fell to your boyfriend, burying your face in his neck and curling into the hardness of his body that you found all too comforting. “Jimin,” you whined needily as you tried impossibly to get closer and deeper into your boyfriend’s skin. As your hand slid to his neck, pulling him into you, the thought flew and tumbled off your lips as they pressed close to his ear. “Let me tie you up tonight.”

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Close as Strangers: Chapter 13

Close as Strangers: Chapter 13

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: High School au, fluff, angst

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

If anyone out there is still reading this. I love you.

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven |eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve 

You’d gotten back from Florida yesterday evening and now it was time for school. You felt like it had been forever since you had been in class. Either way, you hated it. You were in anthropology with all the the boys, except Jungkook, when Yoongi leaned over to you during the lesson. “Can you believe we basically have less than two months of school left?”

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Sabe como eu estou? Tô bem, tô feliz, tô linda, te esqueci. Já não choro, tô rindo atoa. Lembra quando eu disse que você não seria feliz com mais ninguém? Eu retiro o que disse, sabe porque? To pouco me fodendo pra sua vida. E em relação a você não ser feliz, é apenas uma consequência. Não há necessidade de eu desejar algo que você já procurou e achou.
Good Girl CH 1: Tequila and Bad Decisions

Chapter 2, CH 3CH 4, CH 5. CH 6, CH 7, CH 8, CH 9, CH 10, CH 11, CH 12 CH 13, CH 14, CH 15, CH 16, CH 17, CH 18, CH 19, CH 20, CH 21, CH 22, CH 23, CH 24, CH 25

I scan the crowd of both Asians and Americans but regardless of races I can say confidently that they are all pretty shady. My eyes go to my grinning friend Jihyo, who has somehow convinced me to come to a very nice club that just happens to be crawling with creeps. Some of her other friends had told her how amazing the club, EXO, was but seem to forget that you have to either look really slutty or really rich to get in. That is how I ended up having to take off my jacket and stockings and now have to stand in line in the freezing cold in nothing but a tight leather skirt and one of Jihyo’s crop tops that could pass for a bra. She is in a similar skimpy out fit, but she is actually wearing her only pair of shorts like that which meant I had to wear the skirt.

“How much longer?” I groan as I begin jogging in place, something I found easy in her five-inch heels.

She rolls her fake green eyes at me, “We haven’t been waiting that long.”

“It’s been an hour. What are they waiting for?” I glance down the line toward the closed doors.

“I thought you didn’t wanna come?” She teases with a confident grin.

I scoff at her, “I still don’t, it just happens to be better than freezing my ass off out here.”

“Maybe if you go shake it up there we can get in.” She gestures to the large bouncer standing outside the main door.

“Fuck that, I would much rather fuck Hoseok to get in,” Jihyo grins at the mention of her friend that works in the club and also happens to have a massive crush on me.

“Would you please? I offered but he didn’t believe me that you would follow threw.”

I glare at her, “You offered what?”

“Your precious virginity,” She grins at me evilly.

“Ugh don’t say stuff like that.”

She continues to tease me, “What, can’t handle the truth that you’re a 17 year old virgin?”

“Not all of us can be lucky enough to lose their virginity in a school bathroom when we were 14,” I snap back. She just grins at my mean words. “I can’t believe that you offered my virginity to some guy to get into a club,” I pause as I rethink my words, “That’s a lie, I expect nothing less from you.”

“I learned my bitchiness from you.”

“I’m giving this place five more minutes than I’m leaving, with or without you.”

She fakes hurt, “You would leave me to get drunk at a club by myself?”

“Yes, what will you do without someone to take care of your drunken self?” I pat the younger girl’s head.

Just then the doors to the club opened and the bouncer starts weeding through the people lined up in front of him. I’m not surprised when lots of the guys or undeniably less attractive girls start getting denied and pushed out of the line as others get to go inside. When it’s our turn to be checked out, again, I’m not surprised when the bouncer waves us in without as much of a glance at the fake IDs we worked hard to get, though I understand why. Jihyo is an undeniable beauty with her long raven locks and perfect doll like face. With the body of a fitness goddess and legs for miles, I have always envied her 5’6 height. Standing at a small 5 foot but thankfully 5’5 in heels, I’m still dwarfed next to the beautiful girl. Though I won’t admit it out loud I’m quiet a looker myself.

Being from a Korean father and a mother who is a mutt herself I was lucky enough to inherit some very good qualities from different races. The nice curves and wavy locks that I received from my dark skinned mom seem to fit my cat like eyes I got for my dad. Though I also got my short height from my dad’s side of the family too. My hair is a blend of them, giving me perfect loose, black waves that hang daintily against my back.

“Jooyoung!” Jihyo brings me out of my thoughts to have me gawk at the massive club with her. The bar is to the left; circle booths line two of the other walls while the huge DJ booth takes up most of the other wall. Lights flash as the music blares through the massive speakers making it hard to hear what Ji is trying to say to me. Realizing that I can’t hear a word she is saying she just nods her head in direction of the bar. I follow, our hands locked together to make sure we don’t loose each other in the thick crowd. Once we reach the bar Ji manages to find an empty stool that she quickly places me on. She stands close behind me, her hands resting on the bar, locking me in and all the others out. Even though I’m older Ji is taller and a little bit bigger than me, something that has made her a little over protective, though I don’t really need it in places like this. Even though she is always the one bringing me to them and the trouble along with her.

“Four shots of tequila!” She yells to the hot bartender, who grins at us. Farther down behind the bar we see none other than Hoseok busy mixing drinks and flirting with customers. So different from his normal cutesy self, he seems so much hotter with his hair pushed back and a sly smirk on his face.

“Damn,” I accidently say out loud. Ji follows my eyes and grins. That grin stays as the bartender places the four shots in front of us. Giving me two and keeping two for her self, Ji raises the first one and holds it up to me expectantly. I hold my little glass to hers’.

“To getting drunk!” She clinks our glasses and moves to drink but stops as I begin downing mine, “And to getting layed!” With that she does hers’ in one go like me. We both slam the shot glass back down on the counter, grimacing as the awful liquid burns its way down our throats. I glare at her little add in to our toast.

“I’ll sleep with someone when I want to!”

“Who said it was for you? I need some fun too, it’s been way to long.” She teases as she rests her head on my shoulder, grabbing her other shot and, again, holding it up to mine. “How about to you just doing something that will get you out of your funk and make you that happy go lucky girl I met in elementary?”

I give her a soft smile, clinking our glasses and down the shot. “Four more!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“I’m so going to regret this in the morning.”

“Oh shut up, when was the last time you got actually drunk? You are the best person to be around when your drunk, you’re just so cute and friendly.”

“I turn into a child. That’s not how I want to be in a public area with creepy guys all over the place.”

“You’re a step a head of most since those killer instincts seem to keep working threw your buzz. I wouldn’t question anything if Freddy Kruger himself came up and offered me a ride home. But you, you can see threw the best con man after downing a bottle of tequila.”

“It’s a gift.”

“One of few,” She tease as she holds up a shot, “To me becoming a better judge of character and to you becoming more careless. I’m tired of being the only one walking up in a stranger’s bed.”

As more and more shots are downed and things wrong with my life are listed I have never been so grateful but so annoyed with this girl at the same time. She is the only person I share anything with, the only person who even somewhat knows what’s going on in the mess I call my head. But as she stands there telling me all the things I should be worried about or work on I get kind of angry. After having enough shots for now, I pull the tall girl to the dance floor with me, hoping to shut her pretty mouth up. We dance like there is no tomorrow, forgetting all that is troubling us; actually I seem to be the only one with troubles.

As hours fly by of dancing and more shots here and there my mind begins to fog. I stop caring about the unknown hands that grope me, too focused on my high and the music. My feet are numb and my legs feel like jello but I some how continue to stay on my feet. Jihyo is a grinning mess in front of me, twirling around and stumbling every few minutes. It has been along time since I’ve felt this good, this free, like nothing could ever hold me back. Jihyo would have usually abandoned me by this time and I would take that as an okay to find a way home but not tonight. I am no one’s babysitter tonight!

Suddenly the crowd starts moving toward the DJ stand, they all huddle, trying to see something that must be pretty interesting. Being the nosy girl she is, Ji tries to drag me along with the rest of the crowd to find out what is going on. I try to pull her away from the gawking people, knowing whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Running away isn’t a possibility with Ji trying to pull me the other way and the crowd pulling me as a whole. As my instincts scream at me to run, the sound of gunshots can heard above the music. The pull of the crowd towards the noise is gone as people try to avoid the bullets that are flying in every direction. My eyes scan the crowd, seeing at least a dozen people on the floor either crying out for help or already dead. Blood covers the almost empty dance floor. Without another thought I start dragging Jihyo to the bathroom as the rest of the crowd breaks out in a panic as they all drunkenly scramble to the front door. Some how through my very drunken state I’m able to maneuver Jihyo and myself through the small bathroom window, out into the empty alleyway. The cold nips at my cheeks as the wind blows it’s freezing air around us.

Jihyo lands on her butt, “Ya! That hurt!” She whines loudly.

“Shut up you idiot!” I scan the alley for anyone else who exited the club, finding a van waiting. On the other side of a massive garbage bin the back door to the club busts open. A long line of extremely attractive guys strut out, the last one, who is taller than the rest, has something large, and strangely human shaped, hanging over his shoulder. I slam Jihyo and myself up against the wall and pry that they don’t see us. To be completely honest, I couldn’t careless about my own safety but Jihyo has so much to live for, I don’t want to risk her life.

“Joo-ah!” She calls out drunkenly, drawing the attention of the last of the men.

God dammit you dumb bitch! I love you, but you dumb bitch! I scream in my head as I hear their footsteps coming our way. In a desperate moment I whisper an apology as I punch her across the face, knocking the drunk girl out easily. Quickly I throw the stray trash bags on top of her, hiding her from who ever is coming. I’m crouching down next to where I’m hiding her, behind the garbage bin when someone comes rushing down the alley way on my side. The person stops when he sees the group of men coming his way. I can easily see the terror on the poor man’s face as he reaches one of the over hanging lights just a few feet away from me.

My heart stops when another gunshot rings out in the alley. I watch as the man drops to his knees, clutching his stomach his eyes drift away from his killers to me. The anxiety building up in my chest almost bursts when the gun fires again, this time hitting the man’s forehead, making him collapse, his eyes never leaving mine. But as if my heart knows what is to come it pounds harder than I’ve ever felt it before, as the footsteps continue toward us.

The suspense of them finding me begins to annoy me. My chest is hurting from the tightness of my anxiety and my thighs don’t appreciate being stuck in a low wall sit for this long. But it finally happens. A man dressed in all black stands over the body for a minute before crouching down and going through his pockets. He pulls out the dead man’s wallet and flips it open, automatically finding something that makes him sigh.

“Poor bastard had a family. What a shame, should watch wear he wanders.” The man mumbles to himself, dropping the wallet on the man’s chest. I debate on whether I’m a horrible person or not for not busting out in tears at the fact an innocent man was just murdered in front of me and that I could possibly next. The low amount of empathy I normally have for people seems to have reached an all time low when I realize how I feel absolutely nothing for the dead man in front of me.

But instead I study the killer. He looks young, but from the way he carries himself I feel as if he must be older. In a nice suit, which was obviously made for him, he is extremely handsome. The uncaring expression on his child like face tells me this is something he has done many times before, something that should disturb me more than is does. Just as he is about to stand up he pauses, his eyes not really focused on anything. I resist the urge to scream as he tilts his head and his cat like eyes find me. “Hello there baby girl,” The cat man purrs with a threating yet attractive smile.

Harry Styles - Guest Songwriter Imagine


[I’m not as happy with this as I wish I was when I first imagined writing this and that kind of bums me out. I’ve thought about re-writing it but just wanted to get something up for you guys. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m not happy with this - I’m just not. I hope you all like it though!]


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The Benders

Summary: You and Sam work a case to try and get out of your emotional funk, but you end up in a lot of trouble. Luckily Dean, with the help of local law enforcement, locates the two of you in time.
Words: 3.8k
Sam x Jess, Dean x Reader
Warnings: episode-related angst

A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here
Beta: @blacksiren

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You and Sam took the lead on the next case in Hibbing, Minnesota. You both needed a distraction, and Dean and Jess weren’t going to argue with the two of you when you set your minds to something.

You were wearing your sheriff’s getup, feeling powerful with your badge and holster, as you stood in the witness’ living room, speaking with him and his mother.

“I know you’re just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already,” she told you, “I don’t see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it’s true.”

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