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You know, when I was a freshman, I wasn’t a very good person. I mean, sure, I was popular and dating seniors, but as a person, I was pretty lost. And over the last four years, I’ve been forced to grow up. I stopped letting boys define me, and I started believing in myself and in my potential, and I ran for student-council president, and I designed a clothing line, and… somewhere along the way, the lost, little party girl became the girl on the wall of honor.

LAIKA World has reached an amazing milestone today… FIFTEEN THOUSAND FOLLOWERS!

I remember when I started this blog way back in 2012, and my how it has grown! None of would be possible without all of you–my fellow LAIKA lovin’ pals! So I extend a massive thank you to you all! I look forward to continuously bringing you amazing LAIKA content and news! 

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Once again… THANK YOU!

- Bri

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You’d just finished your panel with Misha and headed backstage, leaving him on stage with Jensen. Settling into the seat next to Briana, you sighed and leaned your head on the back of the chair.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“You know what’s wrong, Bri. It’s what’s always wrong!”

You and Briana had become very close since you’d become a season regular. You found she was easy to talk to and the two of you had a lot in common. She quickly became a best friend and confidant, someone you knew you could talk to about anything and everything you needed and it wouldn’t go any further. She had the same confidence in you and before you knew it, your deepest, darkest secrets started pouring out. She was great about giving helpful advice but you were never good at taking it.

You rested your left arm across your knees and propped your right elbow up on top, resting your chin on your right fist. Looking up at the TV screen that was streaming the current panel, you smiled to yourself. Jensen was picking on Misha again, telling the fans an embarrassing story that had happened a few days ago. You shook your head and looked over to Briana, who was sporting a knowing smile.

“Jensen’s just so…I don’t know Bri, I think I love him. I think he’s trying to tell me something by the way he acts around me but I just…I don’t know.”

Briana’s smile had went from understanding to face-splitting, just as you were about to ask her what her problem was, you seen it, Jensen was smiling at the camera, knowing you would be backstage watching.

“Y/N…I love you too.” Your eyes were glued to the TV screen and your face was burning red, you’d forgotten about the microphone that was hanging from your right hand. The microphone the crew was supposed to turn off as soon as you were backstage.

Jensen held a finger up to the audience and tucked behind the curtains, coming into your view. You buried your face in your hands, groaning into your palms and hoping this was all a dream. Before you could physically pinch yourself, a large, strong hand was gripping your upper arm, pulling you out of your seat. You looked up into Jensen’s bright, smiling eyes before he pulled you in for a searing, knee weakening kiss. When you pulled away he brushed his knuckles down your jaw, smiling.

“I was hoping you noticed the way I’ve been acting. I’m not one to just spill my feelings…like you.” He broke into a fit of laughter before you gently punched his shoulder. “Watch it, Ackles. I can always take it back.” His laughter trailed off, replaced with a slightly panicked expression.

“You wouldn’t dare. You said love, Y/N. You can’t just take those things back. Let’s make this a little more formal. I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/N. Will you give me a chance to show you?” His fingers linked through your own as his eyes bore into yours. You fought to keep the tears at bay as you answered his question.

“Yes, Jensen. I want to be yours.”