going through the smash tag to find some of the songs

Another Man’s Treasure

A/N: This is a completed five-part mini-series because @alrightpetal and I have this thing about making Harry super vulnerable and flawed. So here you go.

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies

…I’m gonna show you tonight! I’m alright! I’m just fine! And you’re a tool so, so what?

You belted your heart out up on stage, pumping your fist in the air to empower your words even further. It was a good thing you knew all the words, too, because your mates had bought you so many drinks your vision was crossed and blurred you couldn’t have read the lyrics to an unfamiliar song. Then you would have just been a blubbering fool butchering a karaoke performance. And that would have been embarrassing.

Singing yourself blue in the face—and drinking yourself into oblivion—served as the perfect outlet for your aching heart. Hours earlier, you’d been dumped. Or more accurately, replaced.

It’d been a week since you’d heard from your long-term boyfriend, and while you knew he was on holiday with his mates—a holiday you hadn’t been invited on—it was still odd that you hadn’t heard from him at all. Not even a text to let you know that he’d made it to Amsterdam. You didn’t expect too much communication; you trusted him to treat you right, but, silly you, you thought your boyfriend might actually miss you and want to say hi.

Last night after seven and a half days of nothing, you completely lost it and called him forty-seven times in a row. And not a single one was answered. So you rang your closest friends and they came over, laptops and tablets in hand, and intense cyber-stalking commenced.

It only took thirty-four minutes for your good mate Lindsey to unearth a damning post on Insta that your boyfriend was tagged in by a girl you kind of knew. The picture itself wasn’t awful; honestly you couldn’t make out much besides silhouettes and drinks. Even the caption wasn’t much; all it said was, “this guy” with a random slew of emojis. But the funny thing was, when you tried to search for it yourself, nothing came up. Meaning you were blocked. You weren’t meant to see this picture.

Twenty-two minutes of super-sleuthing was enough time for your oldest friend Ashley to find every social media account the girl had, and then eventually uncover her phone number.

In thirteen minutes you had a text drafted to her that was so long it was broken into five different parts when you hit send.

And one minute and fifty-four seconds is all the time your boyfriend—well ex-boyfriend—allowed you to speak to him today before he told you he was coming back tomorrow and there’d be no need for you to come see him. Tomorrow or ever again.

So your mates did what they knew best. They took you out, got you absolutely smashed, and then got you up on stage to pour your heart out. Somewhere in between I Will Survive and Total Eclipse of the Heart, you got a bit weepy and ended up calling your brother from the toilet. It took you awhile to realize you weren’t actually sobbing to him but his voicemail, and as soon as you did you pulled yourself back together and headed out for another drink and a rousing rendition of Since U Been Gone.

The few other patrons in the pub were hardly paying attention to your drunken warbling on stage, only breaking from their conversations when your mates would cheer at the end of each song, some of them even offering half-hearted claps. If they were annoyed, they certainly didn’t let on. Most likely, they pitied you; for Christ sake, you pitied you.

When your song ended, you finished the rest of your drink and began flipping through the songbook. Liberation was surging through you and you wanted a song to match your mood; something to serve as a proper fuck you to the twat you’d wasted the last few years of your young life on.

The book closed on your fingers, and you stumbled back in surprise. Were books automated now too?! You still weren’t over the automated tills at Tesco, would you now have to get used to robotic books closing on you when they’d had enough?!


You looked up, your blurred vision slowly coming into focus as you swayed on the spot. A robotic book didn’t close itself on you, a person had closed it. Which was rather rude of them.

[Y/N],” he repeated. Finally he came into view and you cocked your head in confusion.

“Hazza?” you slurred, taking a step closer to get a better look. You nearly toppled off the stage, but Harry was quick to grab you by the waist and steady you before easing you down.

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Movie Night

It’s here! The first part of “Our Girl” is here! This is a Dean x Reader x Sam series. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1076

A/N: This is an open series. You can request things for it at any time. It’ll probably be open for a while, so request away!
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)

          “Come on, Sam!” you and Dean both yelled from where the two of you were perched in bed. You had a bowl full of a mix of snacks made into a kind of trail mix. Dean had the drinks lined up for the three of you. Sam was in charge of the milkshakes you had requested. And he was taking too long for your and Dean’s liking.

           “I’m here,” Sam laughed, walking into the room with the three milkshakes, “You two are so impatient.”

           “Well, yeah,” you grinned up at him.

           Sam put the milkshakes on the nightstand and climbed into bed next to you, “What are we watching?” he asked.

           “It was Y/N’s turn to pick,” Dean grumbled slightly.

           Sam laughed, “Which musical are we watching this time?” he asked, knowing your movie taste well.

           “Chicago,” you grinned.

           “I can live with Chicago,” Sam said.

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anonymous asked:

What do you mean baby is a symbol of dean's emotional state? Can you give examples please, if you haven't talked about it before of course?

well, my tag for this is #baby and #baby is dean. i have so little on this but i’m sure other meta bloggers have a TON on this ( shoutout to @elizabethrobertajones ? :) )

Off the top of my head… 

Season 2, Dean is feeling so much self hatred for being the one his father sacrificed himself for he starts smashing up the impala 

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Then in swan song there is a whole narrative by GOD about how important and metaphorical the impala is…

He bombs the impala into the fight against lucifer, music blaring, basically it’s throwing himself into the mix.

In season 7 he’s lost so much, he is a total mess, he loses Cas and his sense of hope in general, the supernatural being able to help (he puts trust into so many supernatural beings and gets burned every time) etc. he tries to put himself back together again and this is alongside putting Baby back together. But it’s also a distraction from the real issues, a form of his sublimation.

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then he’s depressed for months and baby is gone…

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When he’s a demon in s10 he lets go of some of the traits that make him him overall, he generally stops repressing things and is more incorporating of his whole self (whilst also of course not having the morality filter that demon’s don’t have, which is entirely relevant as the stuff he represses normally is due to cultural norms etc). As a demon he’s very like normal Dean just EXAGGERATED (because of COURSE he doesn’t ever want to kill Sam but his first reaction was just to LEAVE him, it’s only after Sam tries to find him, imprisons him and wants to cure him that he tries to kill him, originally he just wanted to LET GO, which is entirely Dean’s repressed feelings towards Sam), and here he doesn’t really care about Baby and lets her get dirty, just like he lets his hair grow long and stops hiding his bisexuality and other aspects of himself, starts thinking about what he wants more and lets go of Sam….

In 12x01, when he later reflects back and tells us he thought he “has it made” Baby is doing GREAT, she’s all shiny and beautiful, he’s proud and shows her off to Mary and Cas…

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Mary: Oh, she’s still beautiful.

Dean: Hell, yeah, she is. Dean smiles, looks at Cas proudly (IKR) and is preening like a peacock. He feels VALIDATED and GOOD about himself here.

Mary: Hi, sweetheart. Remember me? 

(this whole exchange is like a beautiful mirror of what should have happened between Mary and Dean but didn’t in season 12, of course it worked out for the best, but you know what I mean? This “remember me?” a genuine “you’re beautiful, I love you so much” exchange, right?)

Then the whole…. sex on the backseat and Dean looking at Cas again awkwardly thing… for *reasons*.

Anyway, this between Mary and Dean re: the impala is in direct opposition to when John tells him he wouldn’t have even given him the impala if he wasn’t going to take care of it properly in season 1 for example, another look into the ways that John might not have meant to but through neglect and being so focused on hunting and turning Dean into a dude bro toxically masculine never would be good enough hunter completely fucked up his son’s emotional well being and forced him into a life of repression and self hatred….

There are a ton more but yeah, Baby generally is a barometer for Dean’s emotional state :)

Oh I also forgot to mention the general just seeing what Dean is feeling when he’s driving the impala. That’s also key, his facial expressions and what he is doing and saying, the bro moments in the car, when he sings All Outta Love, the Taylor Swift exposition, the stuff about smiling to try to get through the day that Frank tells him in season 7 when he’s depressed…. 

Yeah all this more obvious stuff too of course!

Never Again (part 2)

   Pairings: Dean x sister!winchester, Sam x sister!winchester, John x daughter!winchester (mentioned)

   Warnings: Heavy drinking, being drunk, angst, swearing, unhappiness, arguments, fluff, more angst!!!

   Summary~ With Sam having just left the family business to go to college, the Winchester family is a bit shaken. Dean, Y/N, and John deal with this difficult situation the best they can, but can the family business really go on without one of the esteemed members, Sam Winchester?

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After more than a full day of driving, you finally came to a stop. You’d driven from Montana, just because you could, after hot wiring some poor bastard’s car. When Dean had started calling you, it took you a long time to decide whether you should answer or not. Eventually, after 7 ignored calls in a row, you decided to message him, just to give him some peace of mind. 

But, of course, Dean wouldn’t take any less than a phone call. He continued to call you and kept calling and calling and calling, until you had to change your ringtone because it was driving you crazy. You decided it would be easier to just call Dean back- after all, 20 repeats of Led Zeppelin’s ‘Immigrant Song’ would be enough to send anyone into a bubble of unadulterated fury.

“What, Dean?” you spat down the phone.

“Would you look at this! The princess has finally given us a moment of her precious time!” Dean mocked, his voice crackling through the flip phone.

Anger began to bubble in your veins. “What do you want?”

“I want you to get back here. Now,” he growled.

“Well, I’m afraid that’s not going to be happening, Dean. Leave me alone,” you wearily sighed.

“Well, Y/N, I’m afraid that the world doesn’t revolve around you! Haul your ass back here, right now.” 

The hairs on the back of your neck bristled in fury. “Go to hell, Dean,”

A chilling silence filled the air. “Do I need to call dad?”

“Do whatever you want,” you stated as you hung up the phone. “Fuck!” you cried under your breath and threw your phone across the street with vigour.

Painfully, you swallowed the lump in your throat and bit back tears. You didn’t know what to do. Shaking your head, your Y/E/C eyes full of tears, you made your way to the local bar. You were going to drink the pain away; it was the only thing you thought would make you feel better. It was a terrible choice. By 20, you were going to be an alcoholic. But who cared, right? You were probably going to die young; hunters never live long lives.

If Sam had been here, he would’ve calmed you down, comforted you. Told you that it was just one argument- you could fix it. And then you’d eat whatever sweet junk food was in the fridge and watch crappy TV together (even though you were supposed to be doing research), whilst Dean and John went hunting. Sam would’ve known exactly what to do. After all, isn’t that what big brothers were meant to do? To look after the youngest siblings, make sure nothing harms them, and above all, to never let them down?

Perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Obviously, Sam didn’t care. That was why he left, wasn’t it? Because he didn’t care about his family enough. He cared too much about leaving the life, borderline obsessing over it. And then, he left with a bang, without a single look in your direction. He just… left for college. 

Sam let you down. And then he didn’t respond to any of your calls. Or messages. Your 19-year-old brother tried to run from his past, and he did that by forgetting about family- the most important thing in your lives.

You had to stop thinking about it or you were going to start crying. Slowly, you slid into one of the stools at the bar table. You didn’t even remember getting in the bar. “Bartender,” you signalled as the young man sauntered over, “What can you give me that’ll make it difficult to walk after an hour?”

He chuckled, joy dancing in his almond eyes. “Rough night?”

You smiled weakly. “How’d you tell?”

Piercing blue eyes met yours. “Intuition. Can I see some ID before you try to drown yourself in your sorrows?” he smiled.

“Of course, no problem at all,” you whipped “Karen Giles’” driver’s license out of your black leather jacket.

The kind man examined the fake ID thoroughly. “So, Karen. Your 21st birthday today, huh? And you’re spending it getting wasted in a bar?”

You grab his tie and pull him forward roughly until your lips reach his ear. “Stop asking annoying questions and bring me some vodka.”

You let go and he blushes beetroot red. “Com- coming right up,”

3 hours later and approximately 3 large bottles of strong alcohol later, you slumped over onto the bar table, babbling to yourself. It was almost midnight, and you were nowhere near finished with your first time drinking yourself into oblivion.

“Hey, Gary? Bartonker, I mean, Bartenk- Bart! That’s a great name for you, Gary. I’m ‘unna gall you Bart from now on.”

Gary rolled his eyes. “Do you have anyone I can contact? I think you’ll need some help getting home,”

Fear flitted across your features. “Don’t call Dean.”

Gary brought his fingers up to his brow, squinting as though in pain. “Alright, listen, Karen. I’m gonna call my friend Sam to pick you up. He’s nice, I promise. He won’t hurt you, alright?”

“Uh huh,” you mumbled already half-asleep.

Sam had been just about to go to sleep after an intense late-night studying session, when he recieved a call from his buddy Gary asking for Sam’s help. Instantly, Sam’s instincts kicked in. “What’s going on, Gary?”

“Nothing much man, don’t worry. Listen, there’s this girl here at the bar who’s absolutely smashed. I can’t find any contacts on her, and I can’t just leave her here, so I was wondering if you could, you know…” Gary rambled on.

Sam relaxed. “You want me to give her a place to crash?”

“Yeah, man. If you don’t mind.” 

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be there in 10.”

Once Sam reached the bar, he entered quickly, wanting to get this over and done with, “Hey, man. Where is she?”

Gary walked up to Sam, handing him the keys to the bar. “I put her on the couches. Lock up, would ya? And give me those keys back tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure, Gary. See you,” Sam searched for the girl. 

When he found her, his heart stopped cold. Their eyes met, and Sam froze.


Part 3

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All My Days I’ll Know Your Face

Summary: When a new kid starts at Phil’s school, Phil certainly doesn’t expect him to be everything he ever could have hoped for in a friend and more. Can he convince him to let go of the past and audition for the school musical? And what about those feelings that somehow seem to pop up when he least expects them?

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, High school AU

Extra tags: Getting together, strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: Bullying, homophobia mention, some swearing

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A/N: Inspired by Dan and Phil’s recent comments, “I really think that 14-year-old Dan and 14-year-old Phil would have gotten along quite well.” “I think they’d have been friends”, as well as my recent Glee rewatch and obsession with theatrekid!Dan. Big thanks to Kirsten (cafephan) for encouraging me to write this, as it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I hope you enjoy!!

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Don’t Look Behind You - Part 3

Part one  / Part two 

Summary: Stiles saw you the first time when he was void and became insatiable of you. Even when Stiles was free from him, he still found himself pining over you and wanting you to be his.

Prompt belongs to the greatest @sincerelystiles

Pairing: Void!Stiles x Reader

Word count: 6777

A/N: Woot, woot surprise! Part 3 and also final part of this mini mini series that wasn’t supposed to be a series but oh well, here you go! I hope this part is okay, I worked on it all week whenever I had breaks and some time. Really. There’s no hot smut in this chapter and I’m sorry. I really don’t know about this chapter so maybe some feedbacks to help me cheer up? I have so much trouble writing recently it would light up my day… Also thanks to @maddie110201 who checked it and proofreaded it, you’re the best. This chapter got the inspiration from this song if you’re interested, and yes, some of the quote are lyrics from the song. Okay bye have a good reading!

Tags: @multilovee @rosecoloredshawn @iloveteenwolf24 @x-mitch-rapp-x @rememberstilinski @forevermieczyslaw @nerdyalienhybrid1987 @5sospoplikerock  @chloboww2001 @parislight (Tagged the ones interested in the two other parts sorry to bother if you’re not!)

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Knock, knock

My hands came over my ears, staring at the front door from where I was hiding, behind the kitchen counter a little further, diagonally from the entrance, allowing me a good view from where I was.

“I know you can hear me, open up the door I only want to play a little…” His voice didn’t just ring on the other side of the door, the only barrier separating us, no. I could hear his voice in my head, feel it vibrate inside me and the bond that united us made it unbearable. Because the more his words resonated in me, the more they pierced my eardrums with their soft tone despite my hands placed on my ears, the more the desire to leave my hiding place, to open the door and let him take me became impossible to ignore.

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Imagine...The Pack Finding Out About You...Peter’s Hearing Impaired Husband

Characters: Y/n, Peter, Derek, The Pack

Pairing: Peter x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings: Hearing impaired reader, angst, Derek attacking reader, crying terrified reader, sweet Peter, fluff.

Word count: 999

Summary: The Pack find Peter’s apartment, only to realize he doesn’t live alone.

A/N: Ok, so, requested fic from anon-Peter Hale x MaleReader? Like uhh, MR is deaf and they both are living together over 2 years now, but the pack doesn’t knew that and one day the Pack break in their Aparament and starts yelling at the MR but bc he cant hear & he is kind of a cry-baby he burst in tears out, non-stop crying and more yelling than Peter comes and he stargs yelling at the pack and then at the end fluff (and maybe the pack apologize) yeah cuddlings. (I wld say he needs hearing-aids but u can decide) wish u a great day! So I kinda didn’t do too much sobbing, but it’s kinda there. Also, sorry it took so long!! Hope u like it!!

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You had the music on blast, turning it up to the highest volume, not that you could hear it clearly. Your hearing aid was all the way in the bedroom and you couldn’t be bothered to go get it.

Luckily, the vibrations you could feel were more than enough to get you dancing, swaying to the beat of the song, jumping up and down as you began cooking dinner for tonight.

You were glad Peter had bought a few floors of the complex and turned them all into one huge apartment.

It was always nice, being married to a man with more money than you could ever spend.

Of course, that wasn’t why you married him. You had no idea he had that type of money until you were engaged. But it was an added bonus.

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Class 1-A Tumblrs

Midoriya: All Might blogger, ultimate hero fandom blogger, reblogs positive posts, makes good gifs of All Might as his reactions, he’s the one you go to if you wanna know more about a hero (he has a side blog dedicated to finding hero stuff for cheap), over all a very positive blog with a few very dedicated followers

Bakugou: A N G R Y blogger who gives out actual good advice but regularly does it in a more than abusive and patronizing tone. He’s the reason the YFIP was created. Reblogs hero posts and only communicates in capslocks and key smashes. Has blocked more people than he has followers. He never changes his content but he does tag triggers without a shitty comment.

Ochako: would be a pastel space aesthetic blogger if she didn’t make the colors so bold and positivity blogger who regularly posts about ways to save money and live on the cheap. Regularly gets asks about how someone was feeling bad until the found her blog (she always replies with pictures of baby animals)

Tsuyu: Memes. Memes everywhere. You cannot escape these genuinely funny and good memes but why would you want to. Shitposts about adulting but still manages to give good advice. Her most popular post is a vine with her riding a unicycle and croaking “oh shit whaddup” in her most deadpanned voice

Kirishima: Fitness blogger who’s linked to his Instagram. He memes occasionally, but badly, although he’s got a few posts over a hundred notes. He always refers to his biceps as “the gun show” and no matter how many times Bakugou capslocks about not calling them that he never listens (he can neither confirm nor deny that he says this just for those keys mash moments). Retro Crimson Riot aesthetics.

Iida: study aesthetics and school advice that’s too complicated to actually follow. Has a good handwriting aesthetic because of how neat it is. Always reblogs posts concerning patience and good morals (regularly reblogs Bakugou’s angry key smashes and tries to calm him down with three paragraphs and a hands up emoji). ALWAYS reblogs Ingenium posts with his own add ons (he and Midoriya have had some posts nearly thirty reblogs long over how cool Ingenium is). Has a queue going until next year.

Kaminari: Unironic bad fashion aesthetics like neon leopard print Nikes and Pokemon art. Shitposts and memes but nothing spectacular. Has a Selfie Saturday where he posts like five selfies and then repeatedly refreshes to see how many notes they get. (Has a side blog dedicated to quotes and literary reviews and aesthetics)

Mineta: 18+ blogger all under aged followers will be blocked (he never fucking checks). Not even good porn it’s all boring or nasty no in between

Todoroki: slightly emo hipster blogger who posts a lot of “under the cut” personal rants and always gets genuinely shocked when people ask if he’s alright. Light memes but only the ones he finds funny (so once in a blue moon). Makes city aesthetics and only ever posts selfies that aren’t his face

Tokoyami: E M O A E S T H E T I C S and unironically has a Gemsona. Always gets asked if he’s a furry and he always replies that this person is testing the black waters of his hatred. Dark fashion blogger who has never posted a color that wasn’t black, red, or emerald. Reblogs Addams Family posts with #lifegoals. Thinks Tim Burton and Quentin Tarantino are the only true artists among Hollywood directors.

Yaoyorozu: study aesthetics and science blogger, she IS the science side of Tumblr. Magazine article links every single day. She doesn’t understand what a meme is and at this point has stopped trying, but she does reblog puns. She and Iida make up half the study aesthetics page. A good body positivity blog TBH. Keeps a posting schedule religiously.

Ashido: body positivity, fashion and make up blog, her positivity posts don’t make sense half the time because of all the emojis and bad spelling but her energy always comes through her posts. She posts wear to find cute, trendy and fashionable stuff for cheap budgets. Her aesthetics include runway pics and selfies taken with friends as well as her own personal selfies with her favorite outfits.

Jirou: music blogger, band blogger, playlist maker, she is 100% music with occasional videos of her playing her bass to popular songs as well as music videos from her fave bands all the time. Has a side blog dedicated to girly aesthetics and baby animals. Uses this blog to vague about Kaminari.

Kouda: that one baby animals blogger that is pure and sweet and when sent a dirty message doesn’t get it but says thanks anyways???? (Has learned to stop looking up things that don’t make sense to him because that’s what he learned what shot gunning was). Posts about how to care for your animals and is always happy to help in anyways he can so he consistently reblogs donation posts. Makes cute little doodle cartoons about animals.

Aoyama: shiny aesthetics blogger and that one gif maker everyone with a seizure disorder has learned to block. Positivity posts aren’t so much about believing in yourself as much as loving yourself like Aoyama loves himself. Multilingual blogger and has whole posts and conversations in French. Has a “Lights in Paris” post that reached over a thousand notes that’s just a photoshop edit of him arching over the Eiffel Tower with his belly button laser

Satou: food blogger who posts barely three times a week and only breaks this when he’s lifting when he suddenly becomes a fitness blog for a day and then goes back to food. Has a side blog for memes and shitposts he forgot about in 2010.

Hagakure: that one person who always makes amazing aesthetics of her surroundings and those “don’t forget I love you~ <3” posts with no less than a dozen emojis. A classy memer who has a special love for Thomas Sanders. She posts great but random shots. Nobody knows why. She’s never told her followers that they’re her selfies.

Shouji: weird animal blogger like of the cuttlefish and squid. He memes and barely looks at a blog before he follows them so he’s following seven thousand blogs and only unfollows when they’ve done or said something he just cannot agree with. He posts a lot about body positivity but never posted a selfie of himself. For some reason it’s not uncommon for his to post about hair even though he consistently says he would never do that to his own hair. Has a side blog dedicated to fandoms. Went through a really weird Homestuck phase but still in his Steven Universe phase.

Ojirou: martial arts blogger whose entire blog is overall a very nice and ordinary aesthetics blog about nature and inspiration posts with martial artist quotes under their pictures. Doesn’t really do anything with Tumblr except post his things, reblog a few posts and then ignores it for days before he’s suddenly active again. Has maybe a hundred followers.

Sero: master memer and shitposter. Is funny without being obnoxious and his puns are legitimately hilarious. Has thousands of followers but no one can find a reason to dislike him except to call him out on his sass. He claps back with only more sass. (Has a secret side blog for health food and minimalist life styling aesthetics. No one can ever know)

Gif not mine found on Yahoo Supernatural Drabble Burning For You - Castiel x Reader feat Sam & Dean Winchester Part Of: Baby’s 50th Birthday Challenge @butiaintgonnaloveem Song: “Baby I’m Burning” By: Dolly Parton Warnings: smut

Castiel and his girlfriend Y/n were waiting out by the Impala keeping watch, while Sam and Dean looked for a Werewolf. “Cas, I’m so hot” Y/n said, “oh I’m sorry I don’t sweat" Cas said, they kept standing in front of the car, “how much longer can it take to find a Werewolf in a theme park” Cas said, “perhaps we should go help them” he said. “Cas we’d never find them, besides we could have some fun right here” she said. She looked at Cas, who was looking at his shoes, she realized her Angel didn’t understand flirting. She decided to another approach, “hey Cas, can we get in the car, I’m really horny” she said. He looked at her, she was confused because he was examining the top of her head, “I don’t see any horns, Y/n” Cas said. “Okay so I guess I can’t be subtle with an Angel, so Cas, I want to have sex with you in the backseat of the car, right now” she said. Cas looked at her, “horny means wanting sex” Cas said, she nodded and opened the backdoor. “Then I am very horny” he said as he gently pushed her into the backseat. He snapped his fingers and the radio was on “Baby I’m Burning by Dolly Parton” was playing. He pushed her down onto​the seat and smashed his lips onto hers, his kiss was so forceful. He shoved his tongue in her mouth and explored her mouth. She gripped his coat clad shoulders, he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. “Cas, fuck me” she said, he snapped his fingers and their clothes were off and folded neatly on the front seat. “You are so beautiful I love every inch of your amazing body” Cas said, “I love you the Angel Castiel, I love your vestle too” she said. Y/n spread her legs around his hips and he gently and slowly pushed his cock inside of her. Cas kissed her lips softly as he gave her a minute to adjust to his size. Y/n ran her hands up his side’s giving him the signal to start moving, he started thrusting slowly, “fuck, Castiel” she moaned. He sped up his thrusts, little by little until he set a decent pace. “Cas, harder” she screamed, he began pounding into her. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, her moans and his grunts filled the car. However on the outside of the Impala, the windows were fogged up, the car was shaking, “what are they doing in my Baby, Sammy” Dean whined. “I think we know what their doing Dean” Sam said, Dean glared at his brother. Meanwhile inside the car Cas pounded into her hard and fast feeling his release building. He used his grace to rub circles on her clit, her orgasm shot through her, “fuck Castiel, yes, yes” she screamed. The force of her cumming made Castiel’s cock twitch and he pulled out and came on her chest. They laid there coming down off their sex highs, “hey you guys done defiling my Baby” Dean said. Cas zapped their clothes back on and they got out of the car, Dean looked in and saw all the sweat and other stuff in the backseat. “Baby, I’ll clean you up when we get home” Dean said, “no need Dean” Cas said, he zapped the backseat clean. Dean and Sam got in the car, “wow Dean really has an unhealthy relationship with this car” Y/n said, “yes he does, but as long as it’s not a physical relationship it’s okay” Cas said.

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Malec Fic Recs

Something like six years ago I tried to read The Mortal Instruments books. I got partway through the third before failing out pretty hard. There wasn’t enough Magnus for my taste and the Magnus/Alec storyline wasn’t enough to keep me slogging through the rest of it. Then the movie was terrible too, and when the TV show came out I was like, “Nope, I’ve been on this crazy train before.” 

Luckily, I don’t live in a vacuum, and the odd gif started popping up on my dashboard. People seemed genuinely impressed with how the TV show was adapting the source material. I was bored over a weekend and decided to give it a shot. Boy, am I glad I was, because three days later I was completely caught up and making my way through the Magnus/Alec tag on AO3.

Here’s the inevitable rec post that’s resulted.

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This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @allskynostars work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

The can find them on my tumblr;  https://allskynostars.tumblr.com/tagged/allskynostars-fics  or on AO3;  http://archiveofourown.org/users/allskynostars/pseuds/allskynostars/works

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

My name is Jenna, I am 23 (24 in a couple of weeks!). I have 3 brothers.. It’s been a struggle haha. I was born in London, my parents and I moved to New Zealand when I was 6 months old. And just two months ago I moved back to London with my boyfriend. I’ve written a few fics, and have just finished my first multi chapter Ever Since New York. I am currently unemployed, but looking for Pharmacy work as that’s what I did at home and would like to continue.

3. What do you never leave home without? 

My phone! And keys.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl, 100000%. I suck at mornings.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

Maaan, probably Middle Earth. Like I would kill to be an elf and shack up with Legolas. Or Thranduil, keep it in the family yunno. Or the Harry Potter universe because magic? Yes.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

I’ve ‘met’ a whole heap, like I’ve paid at cons and things to meet Aidan Turner, Dean O'Gorman, Andrew Scott, Karen Gillan. I went to the Age of Ultron prem when I was in London last time and got photos/signatures with Mark Ruffalo (ultimate fav), Chris Hemsworth, Jeremy Renner, Aaron Taylor Johnson. I got Robert Downey Jrs autograph but no photo. But just by chance without planning too I met Jenna Coleman. We were visiting my family in Wales and just so happened to drive past during filming. Didn’t quite get to meet Peter Capaldi though. And then I was in London last time, me and my best friend walked into Jamie Campbell Bower in the street. The story Is actually so cool but I feel like this answer is long enough hahah.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Movies: Eternal Sunshine, Only Lovers Left Alive, Big Daddy (my go to movie when I’m sad, I love Adam Sandler). I always struggle to answer this because after I think of one I should have mentioned! Shutter Island. 

TV Shows: There are far too many but right now Riverdale, obviously. And I just smashed through Brooklyn 99. The OC, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, SOA, Friends, Being Human, the list goes on…

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

SO my first favourite and was Panic! At The Disco. Then My Chemical Romance took over my life. Now I’m into The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, Bastille, Hozier, Tom Odell, James Bay, Ed Sheeran. Thanks to my Dad I love Alanis Morrissette and Radiohead. Thanks to my Mum I have a soft spot for Robbie Williams. My music taste is diverse so I listen to a lot of rap. I’ll defend Kanye West to my dying breath, I really like Post Malone at the moment too. It chops and changes so so much. Also I’ve seen One Direction 4 times so judge as you will, ahaha.

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Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/Smut

PART 3: You Always Hurt the One You Love

A/N: All right this one is out before midnight for once! haha. This is finally a more Ji-Yong-centric part and I felt way too many feelings writing this but I hope you all enjoy none the less! xx

P.S. please by all means leave me your thoughts/comments about how you like/dislike how the story is going so far. I’d really love to know where I can improve and/or what things I am doing that you all like.

P.P.S this was the song that was playing in the car, give it a listen!

(Part One)||(Part Two-A)||(Part Two-B)||(Part Four)


      Sitting in the rear seat of the black tinted windowed SUV, Ji-Yong absentmindedly played with the threads that were poking out from the rip on the knees of his jeans. The men accompanying him in the car sat in a comfortable silence as they were all far too exhausted from having been woken up so early; at least early to them. Just when they got comfortable being home, they get ripped right out of their comfortable bed sheets only to be shipped off to some other city. Another city, another photoshoot and yet it was still the same monotonous thing over and over again.

      Dawning his sunglasses Ji-Yong stared out the window and nodded his head to the faint sound of the music coming from the car speakers.

      ‘Haunted by secrets, my lips are sealed

      All of your demons it turns out they’re real

      The shadows on the wall, will watch me as I crawl

      But you know how to make me come back

      I’m just a monster that you’ll never fear’

      He shook his head out of his thoughts; somehow they always managed to be about her. He couldn’t understand it really, he would drink to forget but he always remembered. Always. Even when he was drunk out of his mind he could swear he’d hear her call out to him, swear that he heard his phone go off and that it was her finally willing to talk to him. But somehow it always just managed to be his imagination. He thought it was like some kind of cruel joke his mind liked to play on him although he wasn’t sure if this was actually some sick, deep seeded pleasure he got from torturing himself or if he had just completely lost it. He couldn’t even sleep without seeing her, the only time he’d actually get a decent night’s rest was ironically when he was piss ass drunk, but even then the hallucinations of her in the room was like dangling forbidden fruit right before him that was always just barely out of reach. Like the other night at Seungri’s friend’s club he could have sworn he saw her in the distance intermingled with the other just as intoxicated people in the club. But from his seemingly permanent seat at the booth he knew she was just another hallucination; just a fever dream of attaining the unattainable. There’d even be instances when he’d actually get to the point in the night where he would ‘forget’ her long enough that’d he’d go home with someone for once, but in the end they were never good enough; they weren’t her. At times he’d even feel terrible because every single time without fail he’d picture her being the one he was taking out his frustrations on but none of his paramours or lovers alike could satiate the undeniable hunger within him. I guess ‘Misery’ simply loved the company but very rarely did he love to keep it.

      ‘Why won’t you ever let me leave?

      Just fucking let me out

      Every time that I’m out of reach she says “turn around”

      “Yah, can you turn the music off…” he spoke.

      The suddenness of his voice filling the car startled a sleeping Dae-Sung and Seungri; whom of which was drooling on Dae-Sung’s shoulder.

      “Ahh, but Hyung that’s a good song it’s nice and mellow it was–”

      “I can’t hear myself think” Ji-Yong cut off the maknae “besides I hate that song…”

      Young-Bae threw him a half lidded side-eye.

      “Yah Ji-Yongie-ah” the oldest of the five spoke up “If that song brings up bad memories you just have to say so…”

      “Hyung!–” Ji-Yong readied himself to put up a fight, only for his actions to be cut short by a tired hand from Young-Bae on his shoulder.

      “Hyung, do you really want to piss him off at this close of a proximity”

      The eldest man simply shrugged and cozied himself up in his coat that was haphazardly strewn across his body.

      Ji-Yong sighed and slouched back into his seat.

      Seeing that the commotion had subsided the men returned to their previous positions as they tried to relax before a grueling day of getting unwillingly pampered and shoved into clothes that despite their appearance they were deceivingly itchy.

      Ji-Yong sighed again and pulled his phone from his pant pocket, these days he had kept his distance from social media but every so often he liked to make an appearance to appease the masses on Instagram. Opening the app he scrolled through his photos to find a selfie he had taken previously, added a cute~ caption and posted it. As if almost instantaneously the number of likes he received was by the thousands; the thought of it almost made him want to chuckle. Curious what he had missed in his absence from the world of social media he decided to check the photos he had been tagged in; every now and again he’d find some kind of amazing fan art or just a hilarious edit of one of the members. Scrolling through there was a picture of him from an old concert here, a picture of him drunk with some fangirl there; just an unintentional collage of Ji-Yong. The further he scrolled the more he began to notice he had been tagged multiple times in some picture of two people kissing.

      ‘Dear god another dating rumor?’ He thought.

      He kept scrolling past but seeing as I the amount of times he was tagged in that same picture, his curiosity had gotten the best of him. Only, I’m sure looking back he’d probably wish it hadn’t.

      And as clear as day, there she was; just as beautiful as ever but in the arms of another man no less. He felt an array of emotions, just seeing her in that state and just the thought of what had probably occurred between the two of them later that night made him sick. Feeling like his heart had tanked to the floor, a jealousy from deep within began to rear it’s ugly head. Just what did this douche bag have that he didn’t? He had, had to endure the pain of seeing her  in magazines gallivanting around with the annoyingly perfect men of Hollywood but this just seemed to hurt him more somehow.

      He scrolled down to read the comments.

      ‘Omo, she is so lucky!~’

      ‘WHo is that with her???? Damn! *faints*’

      ‘I totally know who that is (¬‿¬)’

      ‘Wtf how does she date all these people?!!!!’

      ‘I wish someone would kiss me like that (ಥ﹏ಥ)’

      ‘Pfffft well if this isn’t a fuck you to that dragon guy ╭∩╮(^3^)╭∩╮’

      ‘Wait how do you know who that is with her???’

      ‘Haha that’s Suho from EXO! My friend was at that party, she said she saw them together most of the night. She said Alex was pretty drunk and her and Suho were just like all over eachother *shrugs*’

      ‘What party?! DETAILS PLEASE!’

      ‘Some grand opening to some new club in Gangnam. I don’t have much details other than that, my friend is the one that lives in Korea not me (ಥ_ಥ)’

      ‘Holy shit…’ Ji-Yong thought ‘So–so I did see her the other night…it wasn’t just some fucked up dream I had’

      He bent over in his seat and placed his head between his hands, all this time– the past two days he had been mulling over and over again in his mind about that night when he thought he saw her and he actually had. He was mentally kicking himself for, for once not following his indiscretions and just going up to her. All this time, he could have heard her speak for the first time in months, he could have listen to her laugh, he could have been the one that was in that photo, he could have been the one that ended his night with her; but no, the better man had won.

      ‘Pffft, better man…’ he scowled ‘that ostentatious fuck…’

      Sitting upright in his seat again, he clenched his jaw and balled up his fist so hard his knuckles went white. He couldn’t believe that once again this asshole was the cause to all his problems. He couldn’t believe that he was stupid enough not to realize she was actually within reach and once again he had let her go. His chest started heaving up and down harder and harder the angrier he got.

      ‘ARGH!’ he pulled back his arm and took a hard swing at the plastic frame of the car window and completely smashing it in the process.

      The other men in the car just looked at each other awkwardly at the enraged man’s outburst.

      Noticing the blood cascading from from his best friend’s hand, Young-Bae went wide eyed.


      “What?!” he clenched his eyes shut and with a shaky, unbattered hand pulled out his pack of cigarettes.

      “Not to make the situation worse but, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” his best friend gestured with his hand “You crazy son of a bitch, look at your fucking hand! What the fuck Ji-Yong?!” rolling down the partition to the driver he demanded that he immediately take them to the hospital.

      Managing to light his cigarette with one hand Ji-Yong spoke nonchalantly.

      “Yah, Young-Bae I’m fine…I don’t even feel anything…”


      The other men in the car just continued to glance at each other awkwardly, not trying to make any sort of eye contact with the other two men.



      “YAH!” the eldest’s voice boomed “Young-Bae you yelling at this Pabo isn’t helping. Ji-Yong, what-the-fuck?  What the hell could have happened to you in the past five minutes that you go and not only break the company car but you break your goddamn hand?!”

      With the cigarette dangling between his lips, he let out a sardonic chuckle.

      “Have a look for yourself…” he said barely above a whisper and tossed his phone in their general direction.

      Upon arrival the doctor had diagnosed that Ji-Yong had a Boxer’s fracture; in short he had broken the first two knuckles of his right hand. After pulling out the shards of plastic, stitching up the gaping wounds on his hand and wrapping his hand and forearm up in a cast he was free to go.

      He sat on the edge of the hospital bed in an almost catatonic state, staring blankly at the linoleum flooring solely being consumed by his thoughts.

      Young-Bae and a very cautious Seungri walked into the room slightly alarmed at their friend’s zombie like state.

      “Yah, Ji-Yong-ah the doctors said you’re free to go”

      No response.

      “We can go to TOP Hyung’s house and drink some wine and–”

      “He’s not supposed to drink while he’s on the medication Hyung..” Seungri interjected.

      Young-bae side eyed Seungri.

      “We can watch a movie so you don’t have to make an effort to talk to us?”

      Still no response.

      Seungri stepped forward and took a shaky breath before speaking.

      “Hyung, I failed you. If you wanna hit me go ahead, I deserve it” he preemptively winced.

      Ji-Yong pushed him away “I’m fine let’s go..” and he hopped off the hospital bed

      “But Hyung aren’t you mad at me?”

      “No Seungri, I’m not mad at you…” he kept walking toward the door somberly.

      Seungri and Young-Bae glanced at each other and walked out after him

      “But Hyung don’t wanna hit me? It would make you feel better” the maknae cleared his throat.

      Jiyong stopped in his tracks turning to face Seungri.

      “The only thing that would make me feel worse is inflicting undeserved pain on someone who’s done nothing wrong to me” he turned on his heel and continued toward the exit.

      The other two glanced at each other again, Young-Bae simply mouthed ‘Do something!’

      “Hyung if you’re playing hard to get its working, just hit me! It’s ok i swear!”

      Keeping to his onset silence, Seungri received no reply.

      “Ok well if you’re not mad at me who are you mad at?!” Young-Bae smacked the maknae on the back of the head.

      Not turning around he spoke in a monotone voice.

      “Myself…” he pushed passed the frosted glass doors revealing a smiley Dae-Sung with a bouquet of flowers in hand and a just as ecstatic Seung-Hyun that were both happy to see their leader one piece; so to speak.

      “Hey, there he is!” Dae-Sung motioned to hand over the flowers to Ji-Yong but he simply brushed him off and headed toward the town car in waiting.

      “Aish, what’s with him?” Dae-Sung furrowed his brows “I thought the Oxycodone would’ve made him tolerable for once…you’d think that being who he is he wouldn’t let some girl get him like that..if I was her I wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to get back with that mess of a ma–”

      “Yah!” Seung-Hyun smacked him on the back of the head “go get in the car!”

      Dae-Sung rubbed the back of his head and mutter incoherent nothings to himself.

      Walking up to the older man, Young-Bae placed a hand on his shoulder and sighed. Watching his best friend slide inside of the car, he couldn’t help but feel pity for him. He felt somewhat guilty. He had known she was back in Seoul, he knew about her and Suho but he didn’t tell Ji-Yong because he felt like he was protecting him; but it made him wonder if he was more so protecting himself. Protecting himself from what he wasn’t sure.

      “What are we gonna do Hyung?”

      Seung-Hyun blew a puff of air from his mouth “I really don’t know, I didn’t think he could get any worse but this just takes the cake”

      Young-Bae bit his lip and nodded.

      “Would talking to her at this point even help?” the eldest man raised an eyebrow.

      The dreaded man sighed again “Honestly, Hyung I don’t think that’d make it any better. I know he says he always says he just wants to see her but truthfully I think talking her would make him worse if that’s even humanly possible…besides I’m pretty sure that is a lost cause”

      This time the eldest man nodded.

      “I spoke to Tim the day after the club and he told me Suho had come back that morning and checked on her and that he was laying it on pretty thick; flowers in hand and all–”

      “Pfft, Jesus…” Seung-Hyun raised his eyebrows.

      “He also told me that she texted Tim later that night telling him about how excited she was for tonight, that Suho was supposedly coming back from Paris and he was going to take her on a ‘real’ date..”

      “Wah…that guy’s not fucking around huh?”

      Young-Bae shook his head “Aish, Hyung I just wish he would stop being so stupid and talk to her! I mean I know why she doesn’t want to talk to him but if he really did love her as much as he complains about all the time then why not fight for her instead of letting this stupid picture get to him?! While he’s over here breaking shit for no other reason other than letting his fucking ego get in the way, this douche is over here getting the girl. The more Ji-Yong mopes and sulks in his own self pity, the further away she’s getting”

      The older man shrugged.

      “I can’t let this happen, not just because Ji-Yong is my best friend but I also just straight up don’t trust that guy. Tim and I both agree that we feel like he’s up to something…I just don’t know what it is yet”
      Seung-Hyun replaced his hand on the younger man’s shoulder and nodded his head. He didn’t really know what to say, while he loved Ji-Yong he hated this self-destructive monster he had become; he hated the entire situation to be honest. The entire thing had him confused, being that Ji-Yong was the one that ended things to begin with he didn’t entirely blame her for wanting nothing to do with him. On the other hand, knowing how much he loved her and how much he regretted letting her go for no other reason other than being a complete coward, he wanted his friends to be just like they were when they first started dating; up until that point he hadn’t seen Ji-Yong as happy as he was in a long time. Now, all he saw was the pathetic shell of a man he once called his friend, this new Ji-Yong wasn’t the same guy he had know since they were kids. He always feared that one day or another one of them would let their celebrity status get to their heads and being at the place Ji-Yong was at the time, he never would have guessed that G-Dragon was there to stay once the stage lights shut off. Now more so than ever. He never minded Ji-Yong’s partying ways, or his promiscuity but when it got to the point where G-Dragon became his scapegoat and it was his catalyst for hurting Alex, he just slowly began to resent him. Seung-Hyun knew everything, he knew about every spat, every little fight, every time they’d say words they never meant to each other; he knew everything.

      “WHERE IS SHE?” Ji-Yong cried.
      “Ji-Yong calm down” Young-Bae tried to pacify his extremely intoxicated friend.
      “Yah! Young-Bae I fucked up, I FUCKED UP” he wailed with hot tears streaming down his face “I lost her, I FUCKING LOST HER”
      “Ji-Yong, jinja calm-down”
      “How the fuck do you want me to calm down when I ruined everything?! Ahh Young-Bae, I’m done!”
      “Done with what?” he furrowed his brows.
      “With this, with everything! I don’t wanna do this anymore!”
      “What are you talking about?”
      “Just let me drink until I can’t fucking feel anything anymore…I don’t want to feel anything…I’m fucking useless, all I do is fuck everything up”
      “No you don’t what the hell are you talking about?”
      “I-I screwed up” Ji-Yong slurred his words “she hates m-me, she hates me…”
       “Ok listen to me” Young-Bae took his best friend’s face between his hands “you are fucking drunk, just stop talking for a second and think about what you’re saying”
      “All I do is make her cry…” he said absentmindedly, completely ignoring his friend’s pleas.
      “Ok, Ji-Yong listen to me” taking his friend’s face in his hands again “Stay right here and drink this water ok? Give me a second a I’ll be right back”
      Ji-Yong simply nodded as he cradled himself back and forth on the hotel room bed.
      Stepping into the bathroom Young-bae pulled out his phone and quickly searched for Alex’s number. The phone rang three times before he got an answer.

      ‘Hello?’ her voice sounded hoarse.
      “Alex? Where are you?”
      ‘I’m with Jackson, Tim and Saige, why?’
      “I really need you to come back to your room, please it’s Ji-Yong”
      A short pause came before she spoke ‘why…I don’t want to talk to him right now. Besides my flight back home is in like 45 minutes so, no”
      “Flight back home? What do y–” he heard a crash from the other room.
      ‘What was that?’
      “Shit…” he swore under his breath.
      “Please just come back to your room, I don’t have time to explain!”
      ‘Young-Bae wait!–’
      He hung up his phone and rushed back into the other room to find Ji-Yong held a broken bottle of whiskey in a bloodied hand.
      “Ji-Yong what the hell?!” he rushed to his best friend’s side “No, no! Put that down! Jinga look at your hand!”
      Ji-Yong swayed in place and sniffled  “i-it’s not that bad, see” he held out his bloodied hand toward his friend.
Just then a pounding came from the front door. Young-Bae rushed to open the door, revealing an Alex who looked out of breath..
      “What the hell is going on?” she spoke as Young-Bae closed the door behind her.
      Not being able to stand his ground Ji-Yong swayed back and forth and stared at her in awe.
      “Oh my god Ji-Yong you’re bleeding!” she took several steps toward him and grasped the wrist of his bleeding hand.
      Not even batting an eye he continued to stare at her the words that were coming out of her mouth went completely unheard.
      “Oh my god um ok” she pulled him toward the bathroom “Young-Bae what the hell?! Why did you let him do this to himself?!”
      “Let him?! I was trying to keep him from doing anything stupid, and the one second I take my eyes off of him, to call you by the way, he does this shit!” he threw his hands up.
      She shook her head “can you at least find me a first aid kit or something? I need to get these little pieces of glass out of his hand”
      Young-Bae nodded and headed out the front door.
      “Tsk, Ji-Yong what the hell is wrong with you?” she held up his hand toward the light to get a better view “Here, let’s at least try to wash the blood off”
Running his hand under the faucet, he’d wince every now and again but still he would always manage to find his way back to staring at her; admiring her facial features.
      “Ahh, ahh!” he winced again.
      “Oh shit, I’m sorry!” she looked at him with pleading eyes.
      As if completely forgetting the shards of glass in his left hand, he cupped her face with the other hand and stared into her eyes before leaning in for a kiss.

      “Ji-Yong, no…” she pulled away from him “your timing is terrible, you really think that just because you’re and idiot with blood gushing out of your hand that means I’m not upset with you?”
      He closed his eyes and threw his head back.
      “What were you thinking anyway? You could have really hurt yourself…”
      “Would you have cared if I had?” he opened his eyes and leaned against the counter.
      “What the hell is that supposed to–You know what, I don’t want to fight with you anymore I just really want this night to be over” she sighed.
      He pushed himself off of the counter and stood right before her, once again staring into her eyes. He weighed his options in his mind before he bit his lip and went in for another kiss, only this time actually making contact. Deepening the kiss he placed his good hand on the nape of her neck and backed her up against the wall behind her. She hesitantly placed a hand on his bare shoulder and then moved up it into his hair. Pulling away to kiss her neck, he smiled to himself.
      “Mmm, Ji-Yong what about your–hng–hand?”
      “Fuck my hand…” he spoke into her skin.
      She let out a small whimper “I’m serious Ji-Yong”
      “So am I” he took his hand from her neck and placed it beneath one of her thighs and raised her leg up toward his waist.
      She threw her head back as her eyes rolled back into her head “Young-Bae is going to be back any second…”
      “We have to hurry then…” he took his hand and moved it up underneath her long hoodie and hooked his fingers around her underwear and yanked them off. He pulled away from her neck and looked her in the eyes and smiled, placing a peck upon her lips he reached between the two of them and attempted to undo his pants with one hand with no such luck.

      “Uhm, could ya help me out a bit” he let out a chuckle.

      She sighed and complied undoing the button and zipper to his pants.
Going back in for another passionate kiss he pulled down his boxer briefs and pumped himself before entering her causing her to gasp into the kiss. 

      Not giving her time to adjust he started pulling in and out at a fast pace, completely forgetting about his mangled left hand that he rested against the wall.
Her moans began to fill the bathroom as they reverberated off of the walls, he pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back letting out a few of his own grunts and groans.
      “Oh holy fuck…” his eyes rolled back into his head “I’m sorry for what I said earlier baby”
      She let out a whimper “Ji-Yong, shut–the fuck–up
      He chuckled before he let out a loud moan “oh fuck, babe–fuck–I think I’m gonna cum”
      “Already?” she said breathlessly.
      He looked at her through half lidded eyes “Yes already–shiiiiit–I’m surprised I could even get it up I’m pretty fucked up right now”
      She raised an eyebrow “that makes two of us”
      His moans began to get louder and louder, he usually wasn’t one to be super vocal during sex but when he was she took far too much enjoyment out of it.

      Her phone vibrated in her pocket causing her to pull it out to check who had messaged her.
      “Mmm–really? You’re gonna–ung–check your phone right now?!”
      She let out a moan as he picked up the pace “oh my fuuuck– oh shit it’s–ung–Young-Bae”
      “I said–oh Jesus H. Christ– I said it’s Young-Bae” she whimpered “He’s–he’s comiiing!
      “Shiit” he threw his head back again.
      “J-Ji Yong you have like 45 seconds to get your shit together”
      He breathlessly nodded his head and began to pound into her harder and harder until he could feel her clenching around his dick signaling that she was just as close as he was.
      “Come on baby–fuck–cum for me”
      Pulling him in closer causing her to leave scratch marks along his back she could feel that warm pit in her stomach beginning to build before she completely unraveled around him. Seeing her in complete ecstasy and feeling her clenching around his dick was all it took for him to become undone. Riding out their highs, Ji-Yong slowly pulled out as his chest was heaving up and down rapidly.
      “Shit sorry, I was going to pull out before I came..” he said out of breath.
      Just as winded he was, she pushed herself off the wall and with shaky legs made her way toward the shower and pulled off the detachable shower head to clean up.
      He made his way toward her and held her from behind before placing a kiss on the top of her head.
      She simply nodded her head in a delayed reply.
      “Why–” he cleared his throat “why do you always come back to me?”
      She turned toward him “I don’t know…maybe out of stupidity?…”
      “You could have easily just let me bleed all over the place, flown home and not cared”
      “I guess that’s my problem…”
      “What is?”
      “I care too much…” she sighed “I can’t just leave you alone, what if you had hurt yourself worse than you did tonight? I couldn’t let myself live with that weight on my shoulders if something had happened to you…I would never want you to hurt in any sense of the word”
      He nodded his head “But what about when I hurt you? Doesn’t it make you angry? Doesn’t it make you want to walk away for good”
      “Of course it does, and sometimes I wonder if you do it on purpose because you want me to end things because you’re too much of a coward to. You are probably the biggest, most narcissistic pain in my ass that I have ever met and yet still no matter what and out of sheer lunacy I will always come back to you. Because I unfortunately fell in love with you…”

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

      The car ride to Ji-Yong’s penthouse was a silent one, no one dared to utter a single word. When they arrived to his building Ji-Yong hopped out without a single ‘good-bye’ and headed toward the lobby; Seungri and Young-Bae followed suit behind him.
      Seungri cleared his throat “Hyung, are you feeling hungry?”
      “No…” he said in a monotone voice, not turning to face either man.
      “Cause if you are thre is no need to be shy about it! I’ll even cook the meat just for you!”
      No response.
      “Yah, Ji-Yong-ah you need to eat something eventually, you can’t be on the medication without it” Young-Bae furrowed his brow.
      “I said I’m fine…” he said walking into the elevator and pressing the button to his floor; the other two quickly hopped inside before the doors could close.
      Seungri and Young-Bae awkwardly glanced at each other, both determined to get their gloomy friend to at least crack a smile.
      “You know” Young-Bae smiled “now that you have that cast and everything, you can lie and say you fought a bear or something”
      Ji-Yong let a puff of air out through his nose.
      “Yea Hyung, you could say anything! I mean you could also say you punched a car but just leave out the reason why” Young-Bae smacked him on the back of the head.
      Ji-Yong raised an eyebrow.
      “Hyung…If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think she’s very happy with that guy anyway. Pretty sure I heard Rowan ask her that night what the whole deal with that guy was and Alex just said ‘wait what guy?’
      Finally he cracked a smile.
      Seeing the reaction he got from his Hyung the maknae continued with more feeling.
      “AND, from what Sasha had told me Alex isn’t staying that far away from here”
      Ji-Yong went wide eyed and turned to look at the maknae.
Seungri wiggled his eyebrows.
      “Whoa ok slow your roll there wingman” Young-Bae interjected “Don’t really think adding stalker to the broken fist is a good idea. I think he’s done enough for one day”
      “Tsk, come on Hyung!”
Young-Bae looked at the hopeful look in his best friend’s eyes and sighed.
      “Look if you really want to talk to her, go tomorrow huh? I don’t think seeing you in a Chanel dress shirt covered in your own blood is a good look for anybody”
      Ji-Yong looked down at his shirt.
      “Ok he’s got a point there Hyung…” the maknae eyed him up and down.
      The doors to the elevator opened up to Ji-Yong’s floor and the three of them continued onto the hallway toward Ji-Yong’s place. Reaching his front door, he pulled out his keycard and opened the door and before the other two could come in Ji-Yong paused and turned to face the other two.
      “Thanks for looking out for me like you guys did today”
      “Hyung did I just imagine it or did he actually thank us for something?”
      “You know what Seungri I think he did” Young-Bae smiled.

      “I know I haven’t been the best leader to you all, let alone best friend in the past few months but I want you know know that I sincerely appreciate you all putting up with me…”
      “That’s all we’ve been wanting to hear!”
      “Any time Hyung-ie~!”
      “With that being said, I want to be alone” Ji-Yong stepped inside and slammed the door before either of the other two could get a word in edgewise.

      After the events that took place throughout the day, Ji-Yong wanted nothing more than to pour himself into bed. Getting to his room he shut the curtains, turned off the lights and mid taking off his shirt he winced at a sharp pain shot right up his arm; he had forgotten he broken his knuckles.
      “Tsk, well I guess this is ruined” he muttered to himself observing the damage he had done to his favorite dress shirt.
      He tossed it in the general direction of his waste basket and plopped face first into his bed. When had he gotten to this point in his life? When did he begin to feel so lonely in a room of thousands? The ironic thing was that he found solace when he was actually alone. Truthfully he had nothing to complain about, he had it all: fame, money, souped up cars, even all the women he could ask for. But despite everything he had, there was still one thing he was missing; her.
He rolled over on his back and pulled out his phone from his pant pocket, scrolling through his photos he’d found some silly pictures he had taken of the members, the further he scrolled the more fond memories came clamoring back into his head. But there was one 30 second, black and white video at the end of his camera roll he never remembered taking. He pressed the play button and it was just himself on his bed staring into the camera. The Ji-Yong in the video looked to someone outside of the frame and smiled.

      ‘Babe what are you doing?’ the voice laughed.
      ‘Nothing just waiting for you’ he smiled again.
      ‘You are such a weirdo’ the voice laughed again.
      ‘Yea but you’re the one who made the mistake in dating me so–’ he raised up out of frame and when he came back down onto the bed he brought a giggling Alex down on top of him. He briefly kissed her before he tucked a wet piece of hair behind her ear. He moved the camera closer to their faces.

      ‘Eww Ji-Yong no, I look so gross right now I just got out of the shower’
      ‘No way, I honestly wish you could see how I see you through my eyes’
      ‘But if you’re looking at the world through rose colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags’

      He smiled again ‘I love you’
      She sighed ‘I guess I love you too’ her eyes flickered to the camera ‘Okay, let’s just turn this off now’
      ‘No baby wai–’

      His screen cut back to the thumbnail.
      Of all the stupid things he had done thus far in his life, his biggest regret was the day he let her go.

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For RvB Bingo Wars! Angst Square for the blues

Ao3 Link

The problem with spaceship crashes always becomes clear after the dust has settled. Here’s the thing about falling from the sky and hitting the ground hard enough to fold the ship in on itself, like a burning cigarette ground into an ashtray:

It doesn’t leave much behind in the way of human remains.

Or, Wash finds himself collecting dog tags from the wreckage after the Hand of Merope crashes. Tucker and Caboose step up to help, because that’s what teammates do.

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To The Four of Us (Part Three)

Hey y’all it’s ya girl back with part three of my lil modern Hamilton college AU! I seem to have accumulated some readers which is pretty lit and hey if you wouldn’t mind reblogging so others can share in the jOY OF MY WRITING (haha just kidding) that would be awesome!! 

Part one can be found here

Part two can be found here

I’ll probably make a masterpost later today so all the parts can be found together but we’ll see how that goes.

Let me know what you think of the text conversations bc I’m not sure how to format them (transcribing texts is so awkward yoU GUYS????)

And, as always, PLEASE let me know what you think!!! I can tag you when I update if you like, just shoot me a message so i know!!

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soundtrack song: Nine in the Afternoon - Panic! At the Disco

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just cuz i can’t sleep and i saw baby driver today...

 athe DGHDA baby driver au:

-Todd and his family were in a car accident when he was just a kid. His parents were killed, his sister was deafened and lost the use of her legs, he came out better but with lasting tinnitus that affects his hearing.

-with no other family and a disabled lil sister, he took to doing some illegal stuff to keep them both alive- he was jacking cars the second he was tall enough to see over the dashboard. unfortunately one day he jacked a car from someone he shouldn’t have- Riggins, a man who earned his riches through bank heists and killing the people who get in his way.

-seeing the talent and stupidity courage in the kid that stole his car, he makes little Todd a deal- he can pay off his debt by driving for him. Todd reluctantly agrees. 

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I would like to thank @leaalda for making these amazing banners.

This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @jugandbettsdetectiveagency work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them?

They can be found on my blog under this tag and on my AO3.

2. Tell us a little about yourself. 

I’m Anna, a 21 year old, recent graduate from England, who has an unhealthy obsession with reptiles, making things out of wool, and writing about all-consuming ships.

3. What do you never leave home without? 

My phone because that’s just the generation we’re in.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl? 

A night owl that desperately wishes to be an early bird.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

 I’d probably be very happy just living in The Shire, eating first breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, lunch…

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met. 

I met the British pop group Steps when I was four.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV? 

Jurassic Park, Rear Window and The Sound of Music are top dogs for me. Also I never fail to find comfort in watching John Tucker Must Die. For TV, I always put Gavin and Stacy on for a bit of comfort, and then Riverdale obviously. And I really like old Britcoms like Butterflies and Some Mothers Do ‘Ave ‘Em.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians? 

Oh man, too many. Right now I’m on a Fleetwood Mac hype because it’s summer. But I’m a pop-punk gal, through and through, so like Sum 41, Green Day, Blink 182, Good Charlotte, that kinda vibe.

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She Looked So Perfect

Luke Hemmings x Reader

[Warning: implied smut]

“Does it feel like rain?” You held your hand out and felt droplets falling.

Luke looked up, “Yeah, I think it might-”

He paused to wipe a drop out of his eye, “Yeah. It’s raining.”

You laughed, getting ready to cross the street from the movie theater. The two of you had just had a movie ‘date’. Well, it wasn’t a date.

Luke had been your best friend since high school, you were sure he didn’t think of you like that. And you didn’t think about him like that, most of the time… Sometimes you just couldn’t help it, with his soft blue eyes and that smirk he always wore on his face and the way he could always make you laugh. The way he bit his lip ring could almost make you melt.

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Prom {Full}

The tickets had decreased in price about a week before the prom. Of course, the snickering, immature, but somewhat sophisticated lovers wanted to cherish this night. 

Jonathan was the one who suggested buying the ticket while it was cheaper than not going at all. After all, the two still needed to pay the expenses of a suit and tie, maybe some slick shoes to be able to dance with.

Despite the expenses, they knew that all of this year’s harassment on their sexuality would be worth the while. At the prom, that would all stop. No one would be focusing on them having a great night and they’d be focused on their own date.

As they had bought the tickets for 15 bucks, they instantly planned on their suits. Red tie for Evan, blue tie for Jonathan. They wanted to be tacky and unique but not too exotic or it would divine attention upon them alone. 

During their shopping trip the weekend before the four hour long prom, they chose the selected ties, shoes with bows that matched the colors, and black and white suits.

Jonathan decided to show off a little angelic atmosphere of himself, the side of innocent and purity that Evan desired in him throughout their years of friendship and then romance.

Jonathan wore that white suit with a crazy smile, ruffled his hair per usual but added a flower crown of white and blue to match his shoe bow, suit, and tie. In contrast, Evan wanted to appear more devilish and sinful.

Evan wore a crimson tie with his black suit, red bows decorated his shoes and a funny little mustache on the tip where his toes were. He had on a headband with fake little devil horns at the tip that were red and mischievous.

Mischief was their cue for entering, a little emotion of joy dancing in their eyes as they turned in their tickets and received two raffle tickets with snack names and drinks on them that they could get for free for coming. 

“When you want to dance, Jonathan, I’ll be here.” Evan smiled, pecking the boy’s cheek with affection.

Jonathan nodded, “Let’s go socialize with our friends for now. I’ll let you know when the time has come to surprise the fuck outta this school.” Jonathan grinned, heading towards his friends who he had spotted directly across the red velvet carpets.

As they inched closer to their friends, the two of them smiles politely and greeted their group of 8 friends. Ohm wore a usual white tux with a black tie and his ohm mask with a similar symbol at the toe of his shoes. Bryce matched him with his purple tux and a black tie with a sheepish grin.

The rest of the group wore suits instead of tuxes. David wore a green tie with his black suit and a pair of black boots that seemed smaller than his usual show size but looked good on him otherwise. 

Lui stood, hand in hand with him, in a light brown tux with a dark brown undershirt and tie that matched the color of his shoes. He wore a top hat that was colored like a chocolate chip cookie.

“Nice hat, Lui.” Evan complimented, chuckling as Tyler added a comment, “It’s a fucking cookie, Evan. It looks absolutely shitty.”

“Thanks, Evan. Fuck off yler, David bought it for me!” Lui’s squeaky voice brought a bright smile to David’s face, one that Evan hadn’t ever seen in a long ass time.

Beside Evan now stood  Marcel and Scotty, both seeming like an anti couple instead of an actual couple, much like Evan and Jonathan. Scotty wore a light brown suit, his tie a raven dark blue/black with a pair of dark brown boots and a headband that said, “Fuck off”.

Marcel, however, wore a dark brown suit with a sparkling, glitter white tie, and light brown loafers, and his own headband that said, “Fuck on”. The joke was clear each time Marcel winked at Scotty and he just scoffed back with a grin.

They were best friends but Evan felt like there was some chemistry happening.

Tyler and Craig were next to Marcel, some oblivious chemistry working it’s way on them. Craig stood in a normal suit, black with a white tie and white boots with little black flower petal details scattered among the white. He had on cat ears, much to his own dismay, that Tyler forced him to wear “for the lolz”.

Tyler stood in complete opposition, a white suit with a black tie and a top hat that said, “He’s quite the show”, though he had on a black pair of shoes with white, translucent emojis scattered along the edges of the heel and at the toe.

“You two should kiss, it’ll be like that one scene in the movie where…” Marcel started his long explanation with pure mischievous excitement.

Evan stopped entertaining himself with the view of his friend’s and decided to listen in on the music, nudging Jonathan when it was transitioning to a slow song. Jonathan smiled and glanced at him, “Hm?”

“Wan to dance?”

Craig beamed with joy towards the two, “Yes! Go dance! You two will look cute, Mr. Devil and Mr. Angel!”

Craig hadn’t been all that excited since he had gotten here, but since he was excited over the two dancing together, Jonathan figured, ‘Why the hell not’.

“Alright, let’s go then, Fong.”

Evan shuddered lightly, smirking as he led Jonathan carefully towards the dance floor. His hand held tight around Jonathan’s waist.

As they reached the floor, they stayed in sight of their friends. Evan smiled, pecking Jonathan’s cheek as he placed his hands around his waist, resting them on his hips.

Jonathan copied him, resting his hands around his neck however and leaving his elbows to lazily stay on Evan’s shoulders. “You actually fit the facade of an Angel.”

“Why, thank you. No doubts here that you’re literally devil himself.”

“And you’re just my god, eh?”

Evan smirked at the blush dusting Jonathan’s cheeks. They moved gently in sync through the waves of different couples, who stole glances at them from time to time. 

As the song became slower and nearer to the end, Evan gently moved back from Jonathan’s lazy gaze and his hand traveled to his. He raised their hands high and held onto Jonathan’s waist with the other.

Jonathan spread his other arm out with a gentle smile, spinning to Evan’s little command. Once the song cut off, Evan had Jonathan in his arms, their lips smashed together in delightful beauty.

Though the song had ended, their kiss had not. An array of cheers and somewhat excited squealing from their friends alerted the two that the whole Senior grade had been watching them finalize their kiss!

Jonathan was bright red with appreciation, gratitude, joy, and other mixed happy emotions. Evan was confused but joyful anyway, showing his emotion by pecking Jonathan on the cheek passionately.

Lui and  Marcel ran over, Scotty and Luke at their heels. “You two were so cute. You were just twirling around in one place!” Marcel blabbered with a huge grin on his face.

“Yeah! You twirled him in a perfect circle and bowed him over then kissed him in front of everyone!!!” Lui shrieked with pure joy, his child voice apparent.

Scotty and Luke were too busy fangirling over their friends to realize what was suddenly happening just a few feet away in a shady corner.

Craig smiled softly, sadly watching the two kiss once more. He wished he could at least have something like that in his life. Just next to him, however, was his giant friend, glancing t him with question towards his sad smile.

Craig chuckled and shook his head, slowly approaching the bright, cheerful couple. However, Tyler knew better and sped up to catch up to him. He took a deep breath and grabbed Craig’s waist.

Craig spun around in question and surprise, his eyes widening to find another’s lips so close to his own. He made a try to escape then realized that Tyler gripped his waist even tighter and pulled him flush against his chest without hesitation.

That prom night had become the most memorable and interesting that school ever had.

Gonna tag later, just cause I have to cram study for Math 1 bullshit End  Of Course Exams…..

Tagging game

ASDFGHJK Thank you so much @oftrickstersandmoose for tagging me and saying that about my blog!! That’s sooo sweet <333

I am going to do this thing, even though no one probably cares that much… Still, I will use this opportunity to tell everyone that reads this that THEY ARE AWESOME AND SIMPLY SOME ADORABLE CUTE LITTLE ANGELS ^-^

Nickname: Riri (no one actually calls me like that, but I found out it’s another abbreviation of my name so I love it =)) )
Gender: Fangirl (that’s it. That’s my gender. Forget about female, I am a fan-femme ❤︎)   
Star Sign: Libra ^^ (the most indecisive person ever, I admit it) 
Height: a bit more than 5ft 1′ I think? (I know, I know… I am literally a shrimp! But at least I get to stay in front of tall people and watch better everything XD)
Time: time…time is irreversible.. the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole… But, yeah, it’s about midnight here, if that’s the question =)  
Birthday: Oct 1st  ❤︎
Favourite Bands: *pulls out powerpoint project* Are you sure of this?? *brings pictures and merchandise* jk XD My favorite band EVER will forever be Fall out boy I love them SO much,my wonderful adorable obsession!! <333 I also love mcr (my babies asdfghjk), p!atd, bvb, Green Day, AC/DC, Def Leppard, Rolling stones, Led Zeppelin, Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Skid Row, The Offspring, The Beatles, Journey, Metallica, Gnr, Whitesnake, Foreigner, Boston,CCR, Van Halen, BOC, Asia, lynyrd skynyrd, alice cooper, Eagles… The list can go on till tomorrow :)) Also, a special mentioning would be Abba and Modern Talking <333 and, of course, my second favorite band (I shamelessly admit I have 90 songs of them on my phone device), QUEEN XD
Favourite Solo Artists: hard to choose, uggh… My favorite singer used to be Celine Dion, so… I also love Kylie Minogue, Michael Bolton, Cyndi Lauper, Bryan Adams, Barbra streisand, Amy Grant, Bob Dylan, Elvis, too many to think of right now… Could I add Richard too?? =)) (even though he always says he is NOT a musician, his voice is wonderful aaaahh *sighs*) 
Song Stuck in My Head: “All star” by Smash Mouth! It’s kind of making me feel more confident though, but it’s annoyingly catchy… Oh and yeah, how could I forget about “anyway you want it” by Journey, it got stuck in my mind for a whole week, I am so glad I got over it 
Last Movie I Watched: Forrest Gump =) (watched it today, I admit I have cried a lot to it, and now I have only southern accents stuck in my head heeelp)
Last Show I Watched: Big Bang Theory <33 (I adore sitcoms) I was trying to see if I can get to watch more Star Trek on tv, but instead I saw this :)
When did I create my blog?: umm…My main one, I think around October last year?? And this secondary little thing that made my life better, I think sometime in May :))
What do I post? Post or reblog?: Both? =)) I reblog brilliant posts and I write anything that comes into my mind about Gabe <3 Also, I just simply adore making photo edits, gifs and stuff like that with him, so…
Last Thing I Googled: it’s actually “sunburnt” because I got one during hiking yesterday, so I needed to know how to treat it better XD (I am so glad I didn’t have to do this game earlier, when my last thing was “how to burn people”, I assure you I am not a psychopath hehhe… Even though it was annoying that google was showing results for “good comebacks”, not actually burning people alive…)
Any other blogs?: Hells yeah. Not many though. My main one where I haven’t posted anything for six months, a side blog with nice book quotes and nature landscapes that finally turned into a fandom one (oops!!) and one with song lyrics where I make photo edits and post mostly fob and mcr lyrics because when I don’t find them on google I must make them by myself :D  But here I have most of my followers <33
Do you get asks?: Umm…Nope, never got one, only messages, but happily waiting for some =) 
The Story Behind My Username: *coughs*……it was, my darlings, the summer of 2017 when me meets the other inner me and I’m like “yo, I know about music” and the other me is like “yo, I know more about music!! ”, “that’s impossible! Do you wanna start a side blog? We’ll call it after your new favorite song ever that makes your heart sing and melt in the same time because of the most adorable mellow sweet feathered golden angel, that small tiny muffin who ruined your life” and I was like “yeah that’s cool” and that’s it XD Actually, I came up with the idea of this blog when I realized how obsessed I was with Gabe and at 2 AM I was creating gifs just to post them here, and the only logical username that came in my mind was this, I just love the heat of the moment!!! <33 *starts humming while eating a candy bar and sobbing in a corner*
Following: 155! ;D
Favourite Color: GREEN! Grass green, cyclam, turquoise, that coral red-orange wonderful thing, blue violet, sunflower bright yellow (guess why ;)))…
Average Hours of Sleep: probably eight hours. Sometimes 6, sometimes 11… Two weeks ago I slept only one hour, yesterday 12, so it depends XD
Lucky Number: 111 <3 Not lucky, but favorite one I guess :)) But usually all my lucky numbers contain “1” so… I also love 21, dunno why
Instruments: Fountain pen. JUST KIDDING! If it means musical instruments, I used to play piano and violin, but now I only know a bit to play the national anthem, that’s all… Currently I am into guitar, I have been trying for six months to learn how to play it from youtube tutorials, I can play couple of chords ;D
What I’m wearing right now: whoa easy there, tagging game! (just a joke again, sorry ^-^) It’s actually only a dress with green and pink floral print because summer nights when you don’t want to go to sleep, just to stare at the stars, hum songs and spend time on tumblr, that’s why :) I just find dresses easier to wear when the heat outside overwhelms you
How many blankets do I sleep with?: umm… Like now, during summer? Only a white sheet, it’s too hot (even though I sometimes want to go back to my warm blanket in case of monster night attacks). But on winter I can sleep with two wool blankets or even more… :) 
Dream Job: Cardiothoracic Surgeon or any kind of doctor in general :)) It’s been my dream since I was two, I just love anatomy…<3 (probably I shouldn’t add my temporary dreams too, like becoming an actress, a Broadway singer, a detective or a novel writer and artist, should I?^^) 
Dream Trip: aaah hard to say, but I think it would be a road trip in Arizona or any western desert part in general, while driving an old rusty convertible car (preferably an impala, of course), watching the ruby sun going down into the lakes painted on the azure sky and the stars sparkling brightly at night, feeling the freedom air and humming old rock songs (and singing “take it easy” when I get to Winslow, AZ :D)… Also, another dream trip would be in my favorite cities: NYC (to see Tiffany’s and Broadway :)), Paris (mainly the opera house and get to sing “bonjour Paris” like in Funny Face) and Rome (driving  a scouter or riding a vintage bike on the old streets, while picking ruby geraniums and singing Dean Martin songs aahh). Also, a trip to provence where I can dance through the lavender fields, the Alpes with warm small cottages or Greece would be wonderful (as long as I can admire the landscapes and the local culture with not so many people around… ^^)
Favourite Food: grilled chicken with french fries and any kind of dessert (chocolate especially)<33 Also a bunch of sour soups, pasta, fish, meat, pizza and hamburgers, jam with butter and honey, cereals with milk, bacon and eggs, meatballs, chicken soup with dumplings, boiled potatoes with butter and parsley, pancakes, and this list could go on and on…. (now I got hungry ugh…)
Nationality: Romanian :) (this should explain the “sour soup” thing) 
Favourite Song Right Now: umm…*trying to make up my mind while sweating nervously* Probably still the heat of the moment, or Tiffany Blews by fob… But right now, I mean really RIGHT NOW, I think it would be “don’t stop believing” it’s so uplifting and purely…gorgeous :)

Sorry for the long post, in real life I never speak up, yet, here, I am a chatter box oops >.<

Now, the ceremony of tagging people! *drums beating*… Aaaand the nominees are….LEONARDO DiCAPRIO!! (SOORY just a silly joke ^^) Now, for real, I am tagging :  @scarlettwinchester23  ( ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ) , @sabriel-fanboy-83, @akhuna01, @hunters-hiraeth, @tricksterxangel, @lisiblack, @chaotictrickster, @quaker-wtf-lass and any other cinnamon roll that wants to do this, but I know you won’t do it unless I tag you, so, here you are : @that-sweet-person-who-read-my-ramblings-and-wants-to-do-this-game-too  ❤︎  You have been officially tagged ;) 

I love you all so much!! <3

Crossfire - Chapter Twenty Three

Author: somemaycallmesunshine
Pairing: Young John!Michael x Prophet!Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, fluff, violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, angst, swearing, death, changes in season 5’s plot

A/N:Thank you guys for your unwavering support and love. I love you guys so much. This chapter has some sexy times but it’s also a super important chapter for the entire plot. Parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot with some changes for the sake of the storyline. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics) And to get the feel of the mood, I listened to this song.

Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel

Tagging: @spnfanficpond

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