im tired i have to go home

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i would literally give up my firstborn child for another genderswap au bcos jane potter is so hot im deadt

Jane, flirting, tells him his hair looks like a carrot fucked a fire hydrant.

“Charming.” Liam says.

“This is the part where you say something back and we verbally spar.” She responds, leaning with one muddy soccer boot up against the side of the library. McGonagall would have a fit. He puts his hands in his pockets and pretends to look at the street.

“Not today it isn’t.”

“C’mon,” she grins, ducking her head so her hair falls forward. “You’re making me feel bad. You’ve got to say something back otherwise it’s like bullying.”

“What do you mean ‘like’ bullying.”

“Please. If it was real bullying I would have your lunch money.”

“I don’t bring lunch money.”

“Good thing I’m not bullying you then.” She says, cheerfully, and he laughs. It appears halfway through this conversation he got bored with pretending to look at the road and has started actively staring at her again. He turns back.

“Your hair looks like you shoved a fork into a toaster.” He says, and she laughs now.

“’Knew you’d give in. Now we’re both bullying each other.”

He looks back at her. “I thought you said it wasn’t bullying.”

She smirks, soccer uniform covered in mud from making unnecessary slides across the pitch every time she makes a goal, which is often enough that he can see grass burn bleeding on her knees. He’s going to ask if she needs a bandage, and then she quirks her eyebrow at him, and he cannot for the life of him remember his name.

“Evans, you are aware I can see you ogling my legs.” Liam’s head snaps back to the street.

“I wasn’t ogling.”

“You bloody were.”

“I don’t ogle.”

“Fine. Staring. Gazing. Gawking, if you will.”

“I won’t.”

“Liam Evans, staring at my legs in front of everybody”

“There is no one else here.“

“You were ogling.” She pushes off the wall, arms folded and still smirking, advancing on him. “Perfectly understandable really, they are, dare I say it, the best legs this side of London.”

He scoffs, looking at the sky and not at her. “You’re so full of it.”

“I can’t help having great legs any more than you can help having hair that looks like a red traffic light threw up on Amy Adams.”

“Whose Amy Adams?” he feigns ignorance.

“I know you know who fucking Amy Adams is.”

He swings back on his heels. “Hmm, can’t say I do, but you had better watch your potty mouth or I’m going to report you to McGonagall.” He’s looking at her again. God goddammit.

“Minnie loves me.” She’s almost right next to him now, a good head shorter, bag over her shoulder, knees still bleeding. Her glasses are cracked in the left corner.

“She won’t once I tell her how you’ve been bullying me.” He says, and she smiles. The wind blows slightly, and God, she’s fucking pretty. His fingers itch to touch her jawline, the base of her throat, her cheekbone. There is always too much space between them.

“You know the library closes at six.” She breathes, looking at him, “and my practice ends at six-thirty.”

“I have no idea what you mean.” He lies, ridiculously.

“I mean,” her breath hitches, “You wait the extra half hour to see me.”

He wants to do something dumb, like kiss her or kiss her again, but she’s far too clever and pretty and he would have no idea where to put his hands.  The world is impossibly still. His heart is thudding loud enough she must be able to hear it.

A car screeches into the street and reels up next to them, almost clipping the curb. “Potter!” Sarah Black sticks her head out the window and yells to be heard over the radio, “if you get mud on my seats again I’ll punch you in the tit!” Spotting Liam, she nods and takes a drag on her cigarette, “Evans. You’re here again.”

“Well spotted.” He croaks, trying to act normal and doing a bad job. Potter’s arm brushes against his on the way to the car and he shudders.

“Wanna lift?” Sarah asks, and he shakes his head. Jane stares at him through the passenger window, and he stares back. The only reason he comes to the library is to kill time before her practice ends. He would wait in the rain if he had to.

“Amy Adams was in Enchanted.” He blurts out, and Potter grins. He’s so far gone it’s embarrassing. He would do anything to make her look like that.  

Black gives him a weird look. “Don’t take too many drugs on school grounds, Evans, Minnie doesn’t like you nearly as much as she likes me.” She peels away, almost taking out a letterbox in the process, and he starts walking home, thinking about how she has practice tomorrow, and the grass burns on her knees, and the way her breath hitches when she stands to close to him.

The streetlamps go on, and in the harsh light she roars into his head, laughing, covered in mud, a dream girl unbelievably rooted in reality.

For Day 4 of @tazladyweek, Canon Divergence. Don’t get me wrong, I love NO3113 as a member of Team Sweet Flips, but I really want her to be able to go home and chill with her family as well, maybe have some fun being an auntie?

Cute Feederism Scenarios

•You getting horny from me getting stuck in a buffet booth
•You giggling like a child as you watch me waddle around the apartment, mesmerized by my jiggling
• You picking me up from class and seeing how tired i am, so you take me to get mcdonalds or rallys or taco bell or other fast food. I respond feeling guilty at first but you reassure me you just love to see me full 😘
• You “forgetting” to buy me new jeans so i have to wear the ones im outgrowing to school, then teasing me when i get home and they’re torn across the ass
• You waiting for me patiently at the door when it’s time to go to a date we planned, calling “come on, butterball! our reservation is at 7!“You are tapping your feet with your arms crossed as i heave myself through my room’s doorway and slowly make labored steps across the apartment living room. My belly knocks over the paper towel stand on the coffee table and you snicker as you have to move the table out of the way so i can squeeze through. •You reassuring me you’ll be fine as big spoon when we go to bed, then as i lay down in front of you, the bed sinks (as usual) sucking you in and trapping half of you. You’re struggling to breathe and you’re sweating. Me: “Uhm, are you sure you’re okay hon?” You: “Yes!!!” •As I get on our bathroom scale for our daily measurements you ask me, knowing i cant answer; “So what does it say?” Me: “Honey, you know i cant see the numbers…” You: “Hehe. I know.” •We go on a walk together at the local park , i have to sit down every 2 minutes and the increments of time get shorter as we go. We don’t even walk half a mile before i ask to go home. •You take me to play at a mini golf course and i get visibly excited. Slowly, as i hold the club and try to maneuver my arms around my belly that gets in the way, i realize i cant see the ball and you set me up just to fluster me. I look over at you, blushing and you just smile, pleased with yourself. “Oh well,” you say “We could always go hang out at the pizza parlor?”

Dating Yoongi

Dating Yoongi would include:

• When he realized he liked you in more than a friendly way he freaked out
• He would start observing you
• Trying to find something (anything) that could tell him that you liked him back
• He would stay nights awake figuring out how to tell you
• In the process he’ll start treating you differently
• Hell do it smoohtly tho
• He would casually bring you coffee
• He would text you everyday good morning and goodnight
• He would sit next to you everytime you and the boys had dinner together
• He would even buy you chocolates
• And you noticed
• When he finally reaunited enough courage to confess he almost fainted when you answered kissing him
• “I thought youd never ask, Min Yoongi”
• Soft smiles while eating dinner
• He would just look at you and smile
• He can’t help it
• You have that effect on him
• And damn you are his girlfriend now
• SHIT. You are his girlfriend
• “Yoongi are you okay?”
• “Huh? Oh yeah, sorry I was just… uh, thinking
• The boys would cringe but deep inside they are proud their hyung found someone
• You play with his fingers when you two watch TV together and he finds himself smiling a lot
• Since you go to his dorm regularly, he feels weird when you are not there
•  Like something’s missing
• “Hello?”
• “Hi, Y/n”
• “Hi, Yoongi”
• “Are you coming today?”
• “I have a lot of homework to get done tonight. I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ll make it”
• “Oh, okay”
• Ten minutes later he’s at your door with takeout
• “You are always coming to see me, so I thought that maybe it’s my turn now?”
• “Get inside, you dork”
• He’ll wait patiently for you to finish your homework so you two can eat dinner together
• “I want college to be over already”
• “It will be over in less than what you expect”
• “Yeah, I kind of have that feeling now”
• What do you mean?”
• “Well I have someone by my side now”
• “…”
• “No way. You are blushing”
• “'I’m not”
• “Yes, you are”
• “No. I am not”
• “Awww you are so cute when you blush”
• You give him a kiss on the cheek and he can’t help but smile and blush even more.
• So you give him another kiss on the cheek
• He’s smiling even wider now
• You cover his face with kisses and now he’s a freaking tomato and a ball of giggles
• You just discovered his weakness
• Cheek kisses
• He most likely won’t admit it but he loves it.
• You beg him to play the piano for you
• “No”
• “But baaaaaaabe”
• “Nope”
• He tries to act cool, but actually he doesn’t want to do it because he gets really nervous when you are around
• He’s afraid he’ll fuck up
• He doesn’t want to look like a fool in front of you
• But you keep begging him
• “Please Yoongi”
• *kiss on the cheek*
• “Do it for me?”
•*kiss on the cheek*
• “Please?”
• *kiss on the cheek*
• “For me?”
• *kiss on the cheek*
• “Oh fuck it. I’ll do it for you”
• One particular day you had a lot of homework he was sitting on your couch scrolling through his phone
• When you are done you go to see him
• “Yoongi?”
• But he’s sound asleep
• You cover him up with blankets
• You debate between going to your room or just sleep with him on the couch
• You don’t want to leave him there but you don’t want to wake him up either so you grab a pillow and lay next to him wich turns into you laying literally on top of him because there’s no much space in that couch
•  He hugs you in his sleep
• When he wakes up he doesn’t know what to do
• His beautiful (asleep) girlfriend is laying on top of him on the couch
What the heck happened
• He waits until you wake up
• Pretending he’s asleep to hear you reaction
• You just give him a kiss on the forehead
• And he can’t help but smile instantly
• “Were you awake?”
• “No?”
• You give him a suspicious look
• “Alright then”
• “Wait give me a kiss”
• Loves it when you kiss his head
• Always buying coffee every time you two walk past a café 
• Tries to hide the fact that he memorized your order 
• Sice the day you slept on the couch, napping is now a habit
• Loves to watch you sleep
• When he doesn’t want to wake up, you cover his face with kisses as always
• Sometimes he fakes he’s asleep so you give him kisses
• Because that’s his favourite way to wake up
• Random 3am texts 
• “I miss you”
• “Yoongi, it’s 3am go to sleep”
• Never uses emojis 
• 110% sure he will say I love you first
•  When you two get hype boy oh boy when you two get hype
• Literally theres a song one of you like and instantly you both are dancing
• And you guys sing too
• The boys think you both are insane
• Like that day you were both in your respective cellphones when “View” by SHINee came through the radio
• Since it’s your favourite song at the moment
• You two got HYPED
• Tries to cook ramen for you in your anniversary 
• Always making sure you sleep well
• But he still sents you texts at 3am
• He would never say it out loud but he loves it when you play with his hair while kissing 
• He writes you poetry
• But he will never let you read it
• Almost screamed when you gave him your apartment key 
• “'Im tired of opening the door for you. You can totally do it yourself”
• Going home to find him on your couch watching Netflix 
• Buys you groceries without telling you
• Always trying to convince you to take a nap 
• “I have to cook and I need to finish my assignment”
• “Please nap”
• Follows you around the house repeating “nap”
• Sits next to you while you’re doing your assignment 
• *stares at you because he knows it will distract you*
• “Yoongi stop”
• *doesn’t says anything* 
• “Yoongi”
• *starts playing with your hair*
• “Min Yoongi”
• *gently sits in your lap*
• “Nap?”
• Napping a lot during the day
• Staying up during the night 
• Talking a lot or not talking at all
• If you guys feel like talking the room will be filled with whispers and kisses
• If you dont feel like it then
• Comfortable silence 
•  “Yoongi I really like your smile”
•  “Why do you say such a thing when we are about to sleep?”
• Watches you from afar when you play around with his hyungs 
• Eventually gets sick of it 
• Probably makes you sit on his lap in front of everyone and acts as if nothing is happening 
• Or he casually sits in your lap
•  “Hyung is really smiley when he’s around y/n”
•  *glares at taehyung*
• “Y/n there’s someone you need to meet so this relationship can grow”
•  You meet Holly the next day
• Lets you and nobody else touch his phone 
• Takes secret pictures of you all the time without you noticing it
• y/n eating cereal
• y/n sleeping
• y/n studying 
• y/n drinking coffee 
• y/n eating Oreos
• y/n dancing
• y/n watching TV
• Literally takes pictures of you all the time
• Watches your pictures all the time when he is on tour 
• Loves waking up to your texts 
• Apologizes first when you guys fight 
• Plays the piano for you so you can forgive him faster 
• Sings to you in your birthday 
• “I wrote this song thinking about you”
• Whispers that he loves you when you start crying 
• “Shit Yoongi, I love you”
• Finds you extra sexy when you swear
•  *you watching old pictures of him*
•  “Woah I really like you with green hair”
• He asks if he can dye his hair green again
•  *goes to your home with his hair green*
•  “Woah you looked really hot with black hair”
•  *glares at you*
•  Always giving you plushies he wins at those stupid plushie machine games
•  Your room is full of plushies
•  Sometimes when you two are just laying in bed doing nothing he feels the need to open his heart to you
•  “Y/n I really do have deep feelings for you”
•  “I feel the same Yoongi”
•  “Y/n I wrote you poetry”
•  *You suddenly sit*
•  “Can I read it?”
•  “No”
•  “Please? For me?”
•  “Shit”

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!!! so sorry for the lack of updates the past few days *///*
it’s been a stressful week at work ((it’s sale && ad season lol)) so i always come home tired and stuff O<-<

here are some wips, btw! a lot of you have been asking for RFA’s children with MC *v* i posted the other sketches on my instagram story (@myetarts) lolol

i’m going to go rest for a bit ♥♥♥ will update zen feels train this weekend as well HAHAHA ((will try replying to messages tomorrow too ;;; i’m so slow im sorry eeek))

[request] [scenario] home

Originally posted by beautifulcarats

((was this… accomodating OTL i am so drained from studying ;; i luv u cheese anon))

Title: home

Member: seungkwan

Genre: fluff fluff fluff // domestic au + established relationship 

Word Count: 1007

Seungkwan feels like he’s finally gone insane after being in the practice room for six hours straight, perfecting Soonyoung’s choreography for Highlight, which, by the way, is the most exhausting song he’s ever danced to. His feet ache, his thighs hurt, and his lungs burn.

He swears if he hears Soonyoung call him out for not bending his knees low enough, he’s going to bend Soonyoung in half.

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dear dad,
I remember being a little girl and laughing at your silly jokes, your weird faces, and your pranks.
I remember how much fun it was having you around.
But dad,
I can’t remember a single moment where we had a meaningful conversation, a sentimental moment, or a bond at all.
I remember the times of your addiction and the anger, the stumbling, the slurred words.
I remember the times you were sober when all you did was go to work and come back home just to isolate yourself in your room.
I remember countless times asking you to teach me how to play guitar so that we could spend time together,
but always hearing, “i’m tired” or “im busy.”
I remember always having you around,
But i don’t remember ever really having a father.
And now, Dad,
I know why i hide behind humor and I close myself off from boys.
Now i know why i don’t like affection or getting close to people.
It’s easier. Thats what you’ve shown me.
Dad, I’ve always wanted nothing more than a close relationship with you.
I always looked up to you, and I’ve always thought you were the best.
But all you showed me was that you didn’t care.
And thats the only form of love I’m familiar with.
The kind that doesn’t feel like love at all.
—  dear dad

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  1. what a beautiful day to not be in high school 
  2. i dont want to go back to school i want to travel the world and watch more shows on netflix 
  3. my life is a constant balance between seeking attention and shying away from it once i get it 
  4. 2030 is as far away as 2000 
  5. im tired of things costing money 
  6. wearing a black bra and black underwear cause im a fierce bitch
  7. my hobbies include putting my pajama pants on as soon as i get home 
  8. is ur name wifi because i’m feeling the connection 
  9. im fake and rude but I’m also really honest and kind 
  10. im literally tired 30 hours a day 
  11. can I skip to the part of my life where I’m financially stable and have someone to sleep next to every night
  12. i am not the same person at 8am and 8pm 
  13. days that I eat pizza are always good days 
  14. i wanna be nice but you’re a bitch 
  15. proud member of the “I don’t draw in my eyebrows” club 
  16. talents: eating 
  17. should I wear all black or all black today
  18. netflix is my social life 
  19. legalize marrying pizza 
  20. i have too many shows to watch maybe i should drop out of my life
  21. i don’t get drunk, i get awesome. 
  22. im always hungry or tired 
  23. i need $$$$ not feelings 
  24. when nothing goes right, go to bed 
  25. me 99% of the time: what the fuck is going on 
  26. occupation: queen
  27. people suck 
  28. im just an asshole with feelings 
  29. i don’t mind being alone, i just hate feeling alone 
  30. the difference between my opinion and yours is that you’re wrong
2k!!

i just came back home to see i reached 2k followers!!! im!!! so!!! grateful!!! thank you so much for following and liking my sims i appreciate every like, comment and ask!! sending you all lots of love <3

ps: i’m a tiny bit inactive rn (idk if you can tell lmao) because i’m in my exams week. can’t wait for it to be over so i can fully follow your stories for 2 months non stop!! <3 

Okay! So, my arm is getting a little tired and I have to get ready soon to watch my cousins tonight, so I’m gonna stop here and do the rest when I get home tonight and/or tomorrow, but proof that im actually getting them done lol, ive gotten more than expected so if you don’t see yours, it’ll be done by tomorrow! I may go back and redo some of them because looking back at them I don’t like some of them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

idk i wish i had friends that were wild and reckless and always up for an adventure and live near me and i’d have known them since i was little and we’ve spent basically our whole lives together and nothing could ruin our friendship and we know each other so well and we’d be at that level of comfort where no topic is too strange or off limits and if we’d be feeling down we’d sneak into each others houses late at night with movies and snacks when our parents aren’t home and spend just about every day together and never get tired of seeing each others faces every single day and never getting exhausted of the same topics or the same niggling fears that need to be comforted in the way that only a best friend can

Papalecki and Dadckles

requested: no

Tw: mentions of cheating, break ups, alcohol, other illicit items, jared being an adorable father figure, jensen being such a dad , age gaps

Summary: The reader loves her dads and Austin a lot, so much that she brings home a new friend and they have to protect their girl. 

Tags: @lightthischickup @mishaohmygod @sassysupernaturalsweetheart @darkkitty @arian5a 

A/N: I’ve had this in the drafts since last July when I went through a breakup . I’ve gotten tired of looking at it, so here you go. Enjoy the bullshit. 

Originally posted by bilosan

They hadn’t been on set long when they noticed Y/N on her phone more than usual with that adoring smile she seemed to reserve for everyone. She was always so caring, so consumed with her loves that she often grew blind to the reality of the situation. Every time, just like clock work, she opened her heart and just the same was crushed. Her dads hadn’t always been around for the aftermath, but having experienced it twice was enough. 

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I GRADEATED

(shamelessly copy/pasting this from my dA since I’m too tired to type this twice hhHAHA)


Welp graduation has offICIALLY HAPPENED NOW AND IM FREE AS A BIRDIE (‘cept for the eventual student loan payments jkdfhlskjdfh)

I’m very very sleepy atm and won’t be home for too long to type this tonight, but basically going forward I’m really excited to try jumping into new stuff along with bringing old stuff back! ;v; I have a bunch of fun ideas for setting up an actual Patreon account- for anybody that’s maybe not been able to afford a commission but still wanted to show support, as well as some cooler awards for larger tiers .;D

And further from that I’m gonna fiNALLY open hat commissions back up for the forseeable future~ >:,) I’ll have to rework some details and the like for that, (maybe make a proper commission sheet like with illustrated works?) but they’re goNNA FINALLY COME BACK OPEN. I HAVE TOO MUCH FRICKIN FLEECE SITTING AROUND DOING NOTHING TO NOT TO.

In the immediate moment though I’m gonna take myself a defINITE break from work related stuff and just indulge in a big ol bit of personal work catch-up .;,,,>

Thanks sO much for all the support you guys’ve shown me throughout the years, its thanks to a ton of you that I’ve gotten the inspiration to even go to art school to begin with and pursue this whole illustration degree- let alone get to the point I am now. And I hope I’ll be able to keep making really cool stuff for alla you guys in the future.

PEACE OUT MY DUUUUUDES 

Share My Bed (One Shot)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: (Dean x Reader) Dean has been in love with the reader, a long time friend and married woman, for a long time thinking it was a one night thing. But he couldn’t be more wrong.

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: Little Bit of Angst. Then Super Fluff.

Dean had a problem. A very married, very pretty problem. It was in the form of a beautiful brunette hunter sitting right in front of him, biting down on a pencil and deep in thought. He could hear the thrash metal and other rock coming from her ear buds that were entirely too loud. He stared at her so much that she had been accustom to it, and Sam always rolled his eyes.
Sam knew. Sam always knew. Dean wasn’t just after (Y/N) for shits and giggles, no way. He saw that dreamy puppy dog, apple pie life with babies look he always gave her. Though it didn’t seem much like a look he would give anyone else, Sam knew. So the three of them sat there deep in thought, trying to solve a case. Then it all came to an abrupt end. Her phone began to ring and Dean’s heart dropped. “Hello,” she said pleasantly, “Oh okay. No, Ill be home. Finishing up with the guys now. Yeah, I’ll tell them hi for you. Okay. Love you.” Dean became sarcastic, “Prince Charming?” She cocked her head to the side and playfully ran her hands through her own hair, “Nope. Just the husband. I have to go soon. So, what do we know?” Sam mumbled under his breath, “That Dean is in love with you.”

That night it snowed so hard, no one was going anywhere. And Castiel had been preoccupied so going home wasn’t in the cards for you. You sat there with your probably tenth cup of coffee. Your eyes hurt, they were tired. “Okay,” you say putting down your mug, “Somehow we have missed something. But Im too damn fried to read though anymore. I’m going to eat, get drunk and watch a movie.” Sam smiled, “I will go get a spare case of beer from the garage. You handle the food and the movie.” Dean interjected, “Um. Would, you um.” He was scratching the back of his neck and looking at the floor. You cocked an eyebrow and smiled, “What is it D?” He let out a huff and put his hands in his pockets, “You need any pajamas?”

Sam choked on his last drink of coffee. Dean’s awkward pajama question was ludicrous. Dean had never been afraid of a woman in his life, and he had never seen his brother off his game. But she accepted and (Y/n) took off for Dean’s bedroom for clothes. “What the hell was that,” said Sam chuckling at his brother, “I’ve never heard you stutter so bad in your life. All that over pajamas?” Dean’s eyes narrowed, “She is a married woman. I didnt want to offend.” Sam stepped past his brother and leaned towards him, “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Little did Sam know, it kept him up most nights.

You had grabbed Dean’s Led Zeppelin shirt and his grey sweatpants. Throwing your hair up, you ran back through the bunker, because hours of rigorous lore reading made you forget to eat. It was coffee. Always coffee. But Sam made the best. You spent a few hours in the kitchen and made homemade pizza for the boys. By then you were five beers deep.

Sam and Dean Winchester were the only people you had. Several years prior when Lucifer came back, one of his rogue demons killed your younger brother and father. Your father had been a major hunter in his time, teaching you and your brother everything he knew. You ran into the boys a few weeks later and came to assist. You had truly seen them through the best and worst. And you loved them through every bit, even Castiel. Then you met your husband, and he everything to you. Alpha hunter type, smart, good looking and annoying charming.

Dean walked through the hall, delicious smells coming from the bunker. “Oh yeah,” he said rubbing his hands together. Then their was a loud, almost banshee like yell from the living room, “DEANSAMDINNERISDONE! MOVE! IM NOT WAITING!IMINTHELIVINGROOM!”
Sam walked past his brother in the kitchen, rubbing his ear. “I had no idea we were living with a human bullhorn,” he said hovering over the pizza. Dean smiled, he decided to hurry up and beat Sam in there.

There she sat. Pizza in hand, beer between her legs, in his clothes. She had chose “The Blues Brother’s” as their movie that night. When she wasn’t eating, she was singing right along. She liked a lot of things he did. And she was always there. (Y/N) was a constant, and he knew she loved him. Very much. When she moved out of the bunker there had been a blow out between them but he apologized. He would rather have her as a friend, it killed him when she was away. He always wanted to know she was okay. Sam fell asleep after gorging himself on pizza and (Y/n) had went beer for beer with Dean. At one point, they stopped their conversation and she stared off. “You okay,” he said worried. “Im not Dean,” (Y/N) admitted, “That wasn’t my husband that called today.” Dean was confused. Did she have another man? His stomach turned. “What do you mean,” he said in a low voice. She took a drink, ran a hand through her hair. “We are getting divorced,” (Y/N)’s lip begins to quiver, “I’ve been living with my aunt Donna. It’s all my fault. I guess had been cheating with this nineteen year old but that was before….” Dean sighed. He knew what this was about. “How did he find out,” he said confused. (Y/n) laughed sarcastically, “You can just tell after a while. He was a hunter too. He knows suspicious behavior.” She stood up and took her hair down. (Y/n) leaned down and kissed his cheek, “Thanks for listening D.”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you run through the bunker terrified. Demon Dean was a friggin psychopath and he was trying to kill you and Sam. “You know (Y/n),” said Demon Dean stalking down the hall, “I think there are some things I need to share with you. My old self had been, repressing. I dont want to hurt you. No, quite the opposite. I want to hear screams of pleasure. And after I find Sam, Im going to find you. There won’t be an inch of you left untouched. Oh no. And you’ll never want me to stop. Because I know your secret.” Your eyes shot wide open. No he didnt. “I know,” he said on the other side of the door, “Your little crush on me goes much deeper than that. Much, much, much deeper.” You were shaking. What the hell was going on? Five minutes ago he was trying to gut you like a pig. Demon Dean had a soft spot for you as well, he just made it more know that Dean. The door flew open and you fell forward on to him. His eyes flickered black. You shoved back and they went back. “Sorry,” he said, “If the eyes are off putting I wont for you.” How was he drawing you in? To be fair, it felt like a deep seeded need that was actually being fulfilled. “I love you,” he said in his husky voice. Dean’s eyes were locked on you. You couldn’t look away. “Leave Sam alone,” you say pulling him in the room by the back of the neck, “This is going to take a while.”

“Sam! The warding is failing,” you yell as Sam stood in front of the cage facing Lucifer. He doesn’t just bring Sam in the cage. You were now stuck too. After Lucifer was done taunting Sam he looked at you “And who is this? Mmm. You know, Im not usually a fan of humans. But dad certainly knew what he was doing with you.” You roll your eyes, “Im sure. Now could you please just let me out before I decide to kill you. Your vessel isn’t bad looking but you seem like an asshole.” He picks you up by your throat like a feather and sears his hand print into your neck. It’s excruciatingly painful. Dean and Castiel appear and Lucifer drops you and Sam like rag dolls. Turning to Dean, Lucifer grins. “Scared?” he says mocking them. Dean’s face is a calm storm, “Not even a little.” Cas takes his angel blade from his sleeve and Lucifer shakes his head, “Moments like this, it’s all about ambiance.”
“I enjoyed our talk sweetheart,” said Lucifer winking at you, “Next one will be a long, slow conversation.” You saw Dean tense up as Castiel began to attack Lucifer. Dean ran to his brother to check him then cradled your face in his hands, “Are you okay? Son of a bitch didn’t touch you….” You stop Dean mid sentence focusing on Castiel.  "We have to go Dean. Now! Please get us out of here.“

You knocked at the door, "Come in.” It was Dean’s sleepy voice that replied. If this wasnt going to be hard enough. You peeked your head through, “(Y/n)?” You laugh, “How did you know? Your eyes are not open.” Dean mumbled, “Your shadow is small. You’re not Sam size.” That made perfect sense. “You’re more clever than you look Winchester,” you say sitting down on his side of the bed. He raised his head and the sheet move. He was shirtless. You almost choked. “Why are you in my room at two in the morning and I’ll shoot you if you say monster in your closet,” he warned. You smiled and your hands fidgeted in your lap a little, “More like skeletons in the closet.” Dean looked confused, “(Y/n). I love you with all my heart, but please stop being all cryptic with me. It’s frustrating to us Neanderthals.” You began to laugh and then you nod, “What I mean is, I ended it with my husband. I was thinking of you constantly. It wasnt fair. Not to him or me. Especially not to you.” Dean remained still and you walked to the other side of the bed. He began to lay back and you slid in next to him like you did so many times before you moved out. “Remember,” he said with his arm under you like a pillow, “The first day just you came over to talk to me and Sam and you only brought me coffee and Sam got pissy and left.” Dean chuckled and it reverberated into your back. You loved his laugh. “First time we, well, ahem,” you cough it out and he laughs harder. “Can I just sleep here tonight,” you say in an unexpectedly shy tone. Dean’s green eyes peered into yours and you forgot to breath for a moment. “Anytime sweetheart,” he said pulling you closer, “My bed is your bed.”

There was no sound real that night. Dean listened to the bumps and creaks in the bunker. He heard Sam snoring six doors away. But the sound he focused on the most was a small thump. It was (Y/n)’s heart against his side as she slept peacefully. Leaning down he kissed her head. “I know you cant hear me,” he said in a whisper, “but, Im….we’re glad to have you home. Please, don’t ever leave like that again. I love you.”

You heard every word, “I love you too Dean.”


Five years later

“DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!” screamed a four year old Lola from the back of the Impala. Her bright green eyes were clouded by a thick mop of messy curls. You turn to hand your daughter her sippy cup, “You want this?” The sun was shining as you made your way back from the store to the bunker. “No ommy,” she smiled. Dean grinned and looked in his rear view mirror. Reaching over to the tape deck he pushes in his Led Zeppelin cassette and turning up “Over the Hills and Far Away.” Lola’s little feet began to swing as she kept time with the music. “There you go princess,” he chuckled. Putting your hand on Dean’s lap, he picked up your hand in his and kissed the back of it. You wink at him, “She’s got good taste. Just like her father.”

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Prodigy from Mobb Deep’s 2008 List of Trends He Set, Reprinted in Full Because He Deleted It:

TRENDS PRODIGY HAS SET SINCE 1992 AND STILL IS SETTING IN 2008 AND BEYOND:

#1 TATTOO’S ON MY CHEST, ARMS AND HAND SINCE I WAS 12 YEARS OLD

#2 RAPPING WORDS THAT DONT ALWAYS RHYME

#3 PUTTING WORDS TOGETHER THAT DONT RHYME AND MAKING THEM RHYME “big guns down in santa barbray, my crew do it the mobb way every day, crime pay who wanna gun play thrill me. niggas kill me grillin me you wanna look peep the 9 milly now undress you know the drilly. niggas suspect weak links pose threat, i have yet to met challenger who go against my set”

#4 CUSTOM MADE JEWELERY INSTEAD OF THE POPULAR MOLDS.

#5 HOW I FOLD MY BANDANA

#6 CUSTOM MADE FOOTBALL JERSEYS WIT HENNESSY and E&J ON EM’

#7 CREATING AND MAKING SLANG POPULAR LIKE ,,,,,, KIKO, CUZZO, VULTURES, BOGIES, HENNY ROCK, NOTTY HEAD, HEAD SPIN (head), BACK SPIN (pussy)

#8 MADE DRINKIN HENNESSY, E&J, LIME BACARDI, 151 POPULAR (nothin to be proud of)

#9 SAMPLING MUSIC FROM THE MOVIE SCARFACE,,,,,NOBODY DID IT BEFORE ME..NOT THE MUSIC

#10 SAMPLING MAFIA MUSIC -“crime connections” MOBB DEEP feat. CORMEGA,,,,L.E.S. BIT MY SHIT WHEN HAV LEFT MY MAFIA CD’S IN A NAS SESSION. THEN YOU HEAR SHIT LIKE “affermitive action”

#11 FIRST RAPPER WIT TATS ON MY FINGERS AND MY WHOLE NECK DONE

#12 PROTOOLS,,,,STARTED USING IT IN 98

#13 MURDA MUSIC,,EVERYBODY USES MY BLOOD SPLASH NOW

#14 WE MADE DOING SONGS FOR CHICKS COOL FOR STREET NIGGAS

#15 EVERYBODY WANNA USE THE WORD INFAMOUS NOW……THERES ONLY ONE INFAMOUS ON THE PLANET AND THATS THE INFAMOUS MOBB DEEP. WHOEVER ELL’S IS TRULY PLAYING THEYSELF. COME BETTER. I DONT SEE YOU CALLIN YA SELF NOTORIOUS,,,SO DONT USE OUR SHIT…YOU LOOK AND SOUND STUPID.

#16 ALOT OF PEOPLE ARE CALLIN THEY SELF A MOBB WIT 2 B’S,,,,,YOU ARE A EXTRA DICK RIDER. I CREATED THE 2 B SHIT JUST SO WE COULD STAND OUT,,,PLEASE STOP IT.

#17 THIS BELONGS AT THE TOP,,,,,,,,,PRODIGY AND HAVOC. AFTER ME AND HAV NAMES WERE IN THE SOURCE UN-SIGNED HYPE COLUM, THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME OUR NAMES WERE EVER PRINTED AND OUTTA NOWHERE POP’S UP A prodijee and havik from the west coast????????? THEM NIGGA BIT OUR NAMES…THERES NO WAY IN THE UNIVERSE THAT SOMEBODY ELL’S COULD PUT THOSE 2 NAMES TOGETHER BY COINCEDENCE. TOTALY IMPOSSIBLE. WE BUMPED INTO THEM NIGGAS AT JACK THE RAPPER IN ATLANTA BACK IN 93 AND WE STEPPED TO THEM. ASK D.J. PREMEIR, GURU, LIL DAP, 40GLOCC AND A GANG OF OTHER WITNESSES THAT SAW THE CONFRONTATION. THEM NIGGAS WAS SHOOK.

#18 TIMBERLAND BOOTS…THESE RACIST FUCC’S OWE US MILLIONS. THEY NEVER DO AD’S USING BLACK PEOPLE OR RAPPERS AS MUCH AS WE PROMOTED THEY SHIT.

#19 WEB SITES, I HAD INFAMOUSSTORES.COM AND WAS WRITING BLOGS BACK IN 99 LONG BEFORE IT BECAME POPULAR IN HIP HOP TO HAVE A WEB SITE.

#20 PUTTIN THE VIDEO ON THE NET BEFORE PEOPLE EVEN HEAR THE SONG ON MIX-CD’S OR RADIO. MAC 10 HANDLE WAS THE FIRST VIDEO TO HIT THE NET FIRST, AND THE FIRST TIME SOMEBODY SHOT A BIG VIDEO FOR A MIX-CD PERIOD.

#21 NO MORE JEWELERY, RIMS, OR LIFESTYLE OF THE BEAST. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

#22 NO MORE FLASHY, DANCY, RADIO FREINDLY , CLUB SONGS..HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

#23 MAKING EXPOSING THE ILLUMINATI, SECRET GOVERNMENT AND HIDDEN TRUTHS THAT NEW HOT SHIT… PEOPLE DO IT, BUT NOT LIKE P. I BEEN DOIN IT SINCE 96… JUST LISTEN TO MY BEATS AND HOW I MAKE THIS SHIT SO THAT THE REAL HOOD NIGGAS CAN GET INTO IT…. THESE FAGGOT CONCIOUS RAPPERS WILL NEVER REACH THE CROWED OF KILLERS THAT I REACH….HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

#24 I MAKE OLD WASHED UP RAPPERS WANNA GO BACK IN THE STUDIO AND DO IT ONE MORE TIME!! THESE DUSTY, RUSTY, RETIRED RAP NIGGAS GET THAT OLD FEELING BACK WHEN THEY HEAR MY MUSIC AND SEE HOW I DONT STOP… ITS HILLARIOUS TO HEAR AND SEE THEM TRY TO KEEP IT COMING LIKE ME. WE NOT THE SAME HOMEBOY!!,,,,WHATS EVEN MORE FUNNY IS THE CONCIOUS RAPPERS THAT GET HYPE CAUSE THEY HEAR MY LYRICS AND THEY BE LIKE “yes our time is here” BUT NO YA TIME IS NOT! WE NOT THE SAME HOMEBOY!! YOU NOT A REBEL SOLDIER….YOU NOT A INSURGENT.. PLEASE….GO HOME

#25 DEMEROL, MORPHINE, HEROINE RAP’S,,,,,I STARTED SAYIN ALL THIS CAUSE I WRITE RHYME WHILE IM SICK IN THE HOSPITAL ACTUALLY GETTIN THESE DRUGS… SAYIN YA SHIT IS LIKE CRACK, COKE ANS WHAT HAVE YOU I STARTED DOING THAT BACK ON D.J. CLUE MIX TAPES FIRST TIME WAS ON THE MOTHERLESS CHILD BEAT…ME AND TY-NITTY

#26 I COULD JUST KEEP GOING BUT NOW I’M TIRED… HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

Giving love a shot part 56

♤Jay’s views ♤

*AOMG OFFICE *

What exactly have I done? Jaeha doesn’t deserve any of that. The next few days all she does is stays in bed and barely eat anything.

Lina: you wanted to see me?

Jay: yeah.

Lina: okay

Jay: look you’re a really great dancer and also working with you for so many years, I realize  that you’re also an good person. But-

Lina: working with me makes your marriage life complicated.

Jay: ye..ah

Lina: I understand. It’s all of my fault

In the end I let Lina go, at the end of the day my family is more important. While I’m not actively performing, I still come to the studio to record.

Dok2: you look like shit

Jay: I feel like it

Dok2: what’s up? Princess is giving you problems?

Jay: the same way it’s always been.

Dok2: what did you do?

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