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there-must-be-a-lock · 3 years

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Constellations

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1250

Warnings: Smut. Incredibly fluffy smut.

A/N: For @deanwanddamons 2K Challenge! My quote was “I want to play a game.” Thanks so much for letting me join in on this, and congrats!

Her fingers graze his skin, trailing up his shoulder blades, skating over the knobs of his spine, and Dean smiles into the pillow.

“What’s the game today?” he asks sleepily. There’s no rhyme or reason to the touch that he can tell. Sometimes she traces words into his skin, spelling out secret messages just for him. Sometimes she tries to guess the stories behind the scars — she always kisses them afterward, sweet and reverent.

“Making constellations,” she answers. “Stay right where you are for a sec.”

“Don’t think I could move if I tried.”

He loves this about her. She plays games and sees beauty in his skin, and she marvels at the tiny everyday wonders: freckles, sunsets, coffee. She always points out wildflowers on the side of the road. If they’re walking through the woods she’ll stop and turn over logs and exclaim at every salamander as if she’s never seen one before. She compliments strangers and makes faces at children and always sings in the shower.

Dean didn’t have that innocent, childish sort of wonder in his life — not until he met her. Face down enough gods and monsters, you start to get a little jaded about the everyday things. Spend too much time focusing on the darkness in the world, you start to lose sight of the light that shines through.

She rummages through something on the desk, for a second, and then she comes back, straddling his hips again. She leans forward, draping herself over him, breasts and stomach soft against his bare skin. It’s such a random touch, and there’s nothing inherently sexual in it, but Dean has yet to find a way of making contact between their bodies that doesn’t turn him on.

“This one here, we’re going to call it Impalus,” she says, and he can hear the smile in her voice. The ink is cool on his skin. “According to ancient myth, it was the mighty chariot of warriors. Instead of sending its broken pieces to the scrap yard, Zeus hung them from the heavens.”

“Feminine ends in A in Latin,” Dean mumbles. “Still just Impala.” He’s no Sam, but all those years of reciting incantations and poring over spell books have taught him a couple things.

If he was in her place, he’d make some snarky comment about that, call him a geek, but she just hums in agreement and brushes her lips over the patch of skin.

The marker tickles as she draws another new constellation on his shoulder. Dean doesn’t mind.

It seems appropriate: connecting the dots, taking scattered pinpricks of light and weaving them together, giving them meaning, turning them into more than they were.

Dean has always tried to hold onto scraps of joy, snatches of family dinners and the moments when the perfect song comes on the radio, but sometimes he used to lose track of the good memories. Sometimes they got swallowed in the darkness.

These days, it’s different. She draws his attention to the joy, and now he can’t stop seeing all these little sparks that illuminate his life. This morning alone: the smell of bacon when he woke up — the smile on her face when he wrapped his arms around her — the way her voice echoed off the tile as she stood pink-cheeked in the steam — and this, right here, right now: lying in their bed, his legs tangled in sheets, and the fact that they smell like her, because she’s woven herself into every part of his life all the way down to the cotton fibers that brush her skin at night.

There are so many tiny everyday wonders that Dean never would’ve noticed before, and then there’s her, tying it all together, taking the scattered fleeting moments of joy in his life and turning them into a story. She makes it all mean something. She shows him pictures in the stars when he’s forgotten to look for the light.

She’s tickling his ribs, and Dean laughs, tries to buck her off, rolls over onto his back. She straddles him, naked, eyes lit up with mischief, and Dean tickles her right back.

It’s playful until it’s abruptly not, and isn’t that always how it goes with her? One moment she’s batting away his hands, shrieking with laughter, and the next moment he’s resting his palms on her belly and reeling with the enormity of what they’re doing.

Then she’s kissing him, soft sweet mouth plush and eager on his as she laces their fingers together and pins his hands to the pillow, and —

“God, that’s —” he chokes out, as she rolls her hips.

“Fuck. Dean.”

— and then she’s squirming, rocking until he’s pressed right between her legs, slotted in against slick heat, teasing the length of him without letting him in. Her mouth is open and red, and she’s still pinning him, so he can’t capture her lips, but he strains against her grip, leans up and gets his mouth on her nipple to tug it between his teeth. She makes a dirty desperate noise and lets go, reaching down between them to guide him into her, and as soon as his hands are free he wraps his arms around her and pulls her down, running his hands over every part of her he can reach.

He crushes her to his chest as she squeezes around his cock and gasps into his mouth, and it feels so good he’s seeing stars. She grinds down on him, hips swiveling, clenching hot-wet-tight like her body is trying to suck him in deeper as she works herself up.

He loves the way she looks when she doesn’t give a fuck how she looks. He loves the way her muscles shift, the way her tits and ass bounce and jiggle, the way her skin shines with sweat — it’s art. Dean wishes he could paint or sculpt or do anything that could capture the agonized, ecstatic look on her face, because it’s art. She’s art.

She’s moaning, rough and filthy. Her cunt is silky-soft and dripping as she squeezes around him, and she curses like a goddamn sailor: “Motherfucker — so fucking close, Dean — don’t you fucking dare stop — fuck, I love you.”

Sacred and profane all at once, like the best art is.

Dean has a fistful of her soft hair and a ribcage full of this hammering swollen thing that used to be his heart, and he’s so in love with her he can’t think straight.

She’s close, close enough that all she can do is move, less coordinated and more frantic by the second. Dean rolls his hips, grinding into her, and then she shudders and shouts as her orgasm hits. The living heat of her body ripples and spasms around him and sends him over the edge, and the world dissolves into white light, bright enough to blind him.

Dean’s seen miracles in his time. He’s seen things that shook the earth and rattled the heavens, and somehow the biggest miracle is the fact that he made it through to this moment: cradling her close, stroking her skin, imagining the microscopic spark of life inside her as the last faraway star completing a massive constellation… Dean can’t see the pattern yet, can’t figure out what shape it’ll all take, but he knows she’ll be there to help him make sense of the story. She always knows how to connect the dots.

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anonymous-note · 3 years

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A Valley Song

Chapter 2 - Ad Bibendum Antequam Moriar

Masterlist

It’s not often soldiers get the weekend off to go to a bar and celebrate, so when they’re given the next three days off, everyone scrounges together whatever clothes they can find to go out and enjoy the next few evenings. They take the money they haven’t sent home, hop on the bus to the city, and chat for the whole drive, the bus smelling strongly of cologne and hair gel.

It’s been about two months since Klaus’s appearance. He and Dave have been talking everyday ever since, getting to know each other. They talk about their families, how Dave has just his uncle, and how Klaus has two sisters, three brothers, a dead father and brother, his mom, and a butler who raised them as children. He talks about the abuse he endured at the hands of his father, and Dave finds himself sharing more about his uncle than he’s ever cared to admit to himself. Something about Klaus’s openness helps him to be open as well.

And of course, Dave was elated to hear Klaus was getting the same amount of time off as him. To hear he is also going to the bar to drink the night away. To know he doesn’t have anyone back home, and whenever Klaus refers to his former partners, he rarely says “she.” It’s as if he’s intentionally giving Dave hope. Whether to crush it or not, Dave doesn’t know. He’s bold enough to declare that he doesn’t care.

“You best keep up, Katz,” Klaus drawls, his words slurring as they always do when he speaks, like he’s stringing them together and blurring them at the ends. “I can hold my liquor, you know. Quite well, in fact.”

“You don’t look old enough to be that experienced of a drinker,” Dave remarks, trying his hardest to look Klaus in the eye and not glance at the strip of exposed skin between his shirt and his pants.

“Well, how do you think I coped with daddy dearest?” Klaus asks, tilting his head down and to the side to look up at Dave through his lashes. “Alcohol is the best medicine there is, especially if you’re self-medicating.”

There have been a number of times Dave felt like drinking and drinking when spending nights with his uncle, but he never actually did. Hearing that Klaus has is strange, to say the least.

He didn’t lie, either. When they get to the bar, everyone drinks, but Klaus is ahead of all of them by at least three shots. Every time Dave looks, he’s either on the dance floor, entirely in his own world, or he’s at the bar ordering another drink. The other soldiers take notice now, most of them assuming Klaus is a lightweight thanks to his build and his size, but he doesn’t seem to slow as the night goes on. His steps become less sure, his smile more intoxicated, but he’s certainly not making a fool of himself like some of the others.

And it’s fun. Even in the dingy bar with its shifty patrons, Dave is having fun. Maybe it’s because they’re all in Vietnam, in some foreign war all the way across the world. Maybe it’s because he now feels just as at home in this jungle as he did in Dallas. How he seems to have more memories of living here than living in America. How the men here are his brothers, his family, and they know and understand him better than anyone else. How they all share something that no one back home will ever understand.

Dave has never been much of a dancer. He never wanted to be as physically close to the girls as the other boys in his grade, smelling her shampoo and seeing the red of her lipstick up close. He once caught himself wanting to dance with Dean Abernathy, and has sworn off dancing ever since. But tonight, it doesn’t matter. Tonight he can drink and dance, even if it is with a Vietnamese woman who barely speaks any English and who keeps touching his arms and his chest. He’s having fun.

And then he collides into Klaus, hitting him from behind so he almost falls over. Klaus turns to face him, grinning languidly, and he jokingly shakes his fist at Dave. He knows he should joke back, make some remark to Klaus, but under the dim orange glow, amidst the churning bodies and blaring music, he’s just so damn beautiful. The way his dark hair curls loosely around his ears and the nape of his neck. The way his half-lidded eyes seem completely alive and at home. The way his skin glows, sweat on the curve of his neck and the dip of his collarbone. The way his lips are parted, his chest rising and falling steadily as he catches his breath. The way he’s just so perfect; Dave can’t help but stare.

Then one of the Vietnamese women drags them to a table with her friends and some of the other soldiers, the tabletop covered in empty shot glasses. Someone fills them all up, and everyone grabs a glass, cheering one another on as they knock them back. Dave and Klaus link arms and drink that way, and Dave swears he can feel Klaus’s lashes against his cheekbone. His green eyes are glowing, and he looks worn but happy, and Dave is suddenly conscious of how warm it is in here.

And now they’re standing behind a curtain of beads, leaning against the wall, the music far enough away and quiet enough now that they can talk without shouting. Dave is propped against the wall, a shot of something in his hand, and Klaus is beside him, so close Dave can feel the heat of his body. He’s angled towards Dave, his hip jutting out, and he looks coyly down at the shot glass in his hand.

Dave says something, he doesn’t remember what, and Klaus laughs. It sounds like a church choir, his smile as beautiful and brilliant as the sun. Dave can’t help but reach up and place his hand on the side of Klaus’s face, his skin soft and golden. Klaus leans into Dave’s touch, his lashes fluttering as he looks up to meet his gaze, just like when they bumped into each other on the dance floor.

Dave pulls Klaus closer, gentle and slow, in case he decides to pull away. He doesn’t, and Dave can feel his soft breath on his face just before their lips meet, light and sweet and warm. It’s everything Dave imagined it would be, and at the same time, more beautiful and more perfect than he could’ve ever possibly conjured up. A sense of peace and calm washes over him, like his entire life has led up to this moment, and now that he’s achieved it, he can now die content.

And that’s how the night progresses. The two sneaking bittersweet kisses in dark and damp corners, the taste of whiskey and salt on their tongues. Dave’s eyes are filled with nothing but Klaus; his narrow hips, his lean shoulders, his dark curls, his half-lidded emerald gaze, his satiny lips. . . everything. And there’s nothing he wants to see except for Klaus, for as long as he lives. If any good could possibly come from this hellhole, it would be this man, always at his side.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #420

lol blaze it (i’m funny i swear)

In your opinion, which fast food place has the best fries? Without a doubt, Bojangle's. Good. Shit. Are there hurricanes where you live? Yeah, they're common here. What do you hate the most about yourself? I'd really rather not get into this right about now. What song are you listening to right now? "Beast of Gévaudan" by Powerwolf. What was your first concert? Alice Cooper. Also my only concert. What’s your favorite Johnny Depp movie? Alice In Wonderland. Who did you last say “I love you” to? My sister. Do you like pumpkin pie? Anything pumpkin-flavored is a hell no from me. Do you know anyone named Austin? Knew, rather. Do you know anyone who is having a baby? My friend recently announced she and her husband are having their second child in December. What was the last thing you cried about? Just PTSD. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? I like both, but I prefer chocolate. Do you think you are an argumentative person? Definitely not. How many deep dark secrets do you have? Two or so, idk. What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? Some wings at Buffalo Wild Wings with one of the hottest sauces. Wanted to die. ... Yet I continued to get that one whenever I went for years lmao. Who last called you sexy? I don't know. Would you class yourself as a good role model? In some ways, but in a lot of other ways, no. Are you scared of the dark? No. Do you have a motto? No. Who did you last see on webcam? The doctor that overlooks my TMS progress. Do you need a haircut? I need a trim for sure. How would you react if your mother told you that she was pregnant again? Well, considering 1.) she's way past menopause and especially 2.) she's had a complete hysterectomy, y'know... that's kind of impossible. She also hasn't been with a guy in many years, so she would have to be joking. You log into Facebook and see the red ‘1’ notification next to the message icon. Who do you want it to be? -___- Would you rather exercise alone or with other people? ALONE. You will NOT see me exercise in front of other people. What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played? The most involved is DEFINITELY World of Warcraft, and I guess you could consider it the hardest too, given some of the much more difficult things I've done in it. It itself isn't a hard game whatsoever, but you can pursue some really hard achievements. Ever watch the show Supernatural? If you have, then what’s your favorite episode? I used to love it, but just stopped watching eventually. My fave episode... Man, it's been too long to remember many. Probably one of the funnier ones. I remember I specifically liked the bit where they were in your everyday comedy show, as well as the one where I THINK Dean kept trying to prevent Sam from dying. I just remember the "Eye of the Tiger" bit that is pure gold. Ever heard of flavored honey? If so, what’s you’re favorite flavor? Oh, no, but that sounds good. Do you remember what your favorite show was when you were little? Yeah, Pokemon. Do you put anything besides cheese on grilled cheese sandwiches? Besides butter, which I think is pretty standard, no. When it comes to books, what do you think is the “perfect” amount of pages? Uh, I dunno. It depends on the book. I don't really care about page numbers. Would you ever be interested in going scuba diving? Yeah. Out of all of your friends/relatives, who would you say has the best vocabulary? Girt, probably. Are any of your fingers or toes deformed? What about the nails? I don't think so? When is the last time you cried? I was sobbing earlier today, fun stuff. Would you ever date somebody that has been divorced more than once? Most likely not. ESPECIALLY at my age. What are some stereotypically nerdy things that you like? Oh god. WoW, M:tG, big glasses, anime (does that count? idk really), video games... a lot of stuff, really. Have you ever attended a wedding that ended where the bride and groom didn’t actually get married? What happened? Y I K E S, no. That would be SO uncomf. What scares you the most about becoming a mother (hypothetically, if you don’t want to have children)? Actually raising it properly, physically and emotionally. Would you ever want a job in fashion? What would you enjoy about that type of job? No. Would you ever be a surrogate mother? No. What do you think would be the best and worst parts about being a twin? It'd be cool to have someone you feel an almost supernatural connection towards, but I'd also feel like I wasn't as "original" as I would be if I was born alone. Do you feel that your childhood was more rough compared to others around you? I mean it wasn't awful at all, but sure, in some ways compared to at least someone. How would you react if you found out today that you were actually adopted? Well today I'm a wreck, so don't tell me. I want to know that I wasn't lied to for 25 years. Have either of your parents ever cheated on one another before, that you know of? How would you react if you found out today that one of them cheated? I'm not entirely clear on this, but I'm 90% sure Dad cheated on Mom with his now-wife. Dad also accused Mom of cheating, but I HIGHLY doubt that's true. Do you like cleaning and organizing? Not really. How would you react if you found out you were infertile? If you don’t plan on having kids to begin with, what is a long-term goal you’d be crushed to find out was impossible to achieve? Fuck having kids. I'd be a terrible mother. So to answer the other question, I'll be pretty, pretty sad if I can't get permission to spread Teddy's ashes at Yellowstone. Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country? Well, obviously not considering my dream job is a meerkat biologist, and I'm not moving to Africa. Have you ever been robbed? No. Is anyone close to you an alcoholic? Not anymore. Dad was, but he's recovered. Have you ever dumped anyone? Yes. What kind of tea do you drink? I hate tea. Do you know anyone in a gang? No, and I hope I never do. What’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you? Risk his fucking sanity and health to try to hold my fucked up self up. What is your orientation? Gay? Straight? Metrosexual? Anything other? Bisexual. I've kinda been questioning pansexual of the late, though. I don't know. Have you ever done anything really dangerous or illegal with friends? Not to my memory. Name three feelings you’re feeling right now: Regret. Hopelessness. Loneliness. And the reasons for these feelings? Take a wild fuckin' guess. How do you feel about your life right now? It's an actual dumpster fire. Is it easy for you to like yourself? Why or why not? Fuck no. Because there's just not very much TO like about me. Even on my good days, I see flaw after flaw in myself. What subjects come naturally to you? English, some aspects of science. What subjects do not? Math, economics, politics, history... Do you read more fiction or more non-fiction books? Definitely fiction. When I read a book, I want an escape from the real world. How has today been for you? BOY HOWDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What did you do? Went to TMS therapy. Sat on the Internet. Cried. :^) Are there any candles lit in the room you’re in? No. Are there any lava lamps near you? No. I want one, though. Do you like cats or dogs better? Cats. Are any of your friends a pothead? Yes. What’s a goal you’re trying to accomplish soon? Start losing weight again. That'd be pretty goddamn grand. Are you a high maintenance person? Definitely not. The last time you yelled as loud as you could, what was the reason? I was having a nightmare. Have you ever been heartbroken? For sure. Who did that to you? First Dad, then Jason. Did you go through an ugly stage as a kid? Boy, did I. The last type of sandwich you made or ate: A pb&j. The last time you spent most of the day in bed: Literally every day. I do just about everything in bed. Pathetic, I know. The last friend or acquaintance you made: Ummmm idk. The last thing you took pictures of: A hydrangea bush. The last time you were scared: Now. The future is terrifying, my friend. The last thing you looked up online: The definition of a word to ensure I was using it correctly. The last thing you disagreed with: So I've been watching John Wolfe's old stream of him playing Alice: Madness Returns, and he went on a total soapbox about smoking being okay essentially because we're all gonna die eventually from something, and I really disagreed with it. Does your house have a separate laundry room? No, just like a closet. Do your parents still help you financially? I'm still entirely dependent on them. Does your car have a backup camera? No. Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? Not to my knowledge. Have you ever had a pet that lived to be really old for its breed/species? REALLY old, no. Teddy was definitely up there, but beagles have lived longer. What was the last strong scent you smelled? Lysol. Have you ever told someone to their face that they were ugly? Christ, no. Is your bed against more than one of your walls? No. Have you ever been attracted to someone’s parent? Don't think so? Have you ever pole danced before? No. Have you ever broken into someone’s house? No. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yes. What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? I dunno. Have you ever taken a woodshop class? No. How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? Funny you ask, because as of today I decided to take a break from it for awhile. I've found it's nothing more than a breeding ground for envy and making me feel like a horribly incompetent adult. Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? I had one photography teacher in college that I was NOT a fan of. He was super, super hard on everyone, like to an unnecessary degree. We were students, not pros. Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? No. Are your parents supportive of you? Somehow.

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chaoticdean · 4 years

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Forever and a day.

For week 7 — prompt: thunderstorm

Bonus point for anyone who’s able to guess where the title came from! (hint: it’s a song, and it has a lot of meaning for Dean)

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(I know I’m pretty late on this! I’m gonna try and pick up the pace, maybe even write for every prompts I’ve missed before!)

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It’s still dark when Castiel awakes. The sun doesn’t seem to be up yet, and a quick glance at the clock on his nightstand clearly displaying 5:36am in wide red characters confirms that yes, it is early. The former angel rises from his comfortable position to sit on the bed, proceeds to rub his eyes and ruffles his hair — these are a lost cause, no matter what he does they still stick in a hundred different directions like some kind of wild party animal. He’s about to get up from his sitting posture, taking into account the way his stomach grumbles — he really should’ve eaten something last night, but he’s still getting the hang of being human again and quite frankly, this “humans got to eat at least 3 times a day crap” is a daily struggle — when an arm makes its way across his waist and roughly pulls him back against the mattress (and as it turns out, a very warm, living body).

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dean says, voice still rough with sleep, brushing his lips against Cas’s throat and peppering kisses here and there, which gets the angel’s arousal to rise instantly.

“Well, I was about to go get coffee for your sorry ass, but I guess I’ll stay now that you’ve made me your prisoner” Cas responds dramatically with a wide grin, unable to repress a deep moan when Dean decides to bite the soft skin of his neck.

“It’s not even 6am and we’ve got nowhere else to be, so keep that tight ass of yours in bed. I don’t need coffee, I need you” the hunters says, in a way that makes Cas shiver a little.

Dean tightens his grip around Cas’s waist, his other arm quickly wrapping around his other side, hand landing on his stomach. Cas doesn’t move (although he’s not entirely sure he could, given the way Dean is literally wrapped around him), his back pressed against Dean’s chest, his head tucked below the hunter’s, letting him have the space he needs to essentially worship Cas’s skin between his neck and shoulder. He sighs in content, closing his eyes and raising his left arm to bring Dean’s face closer, entirely giving himself up to the sensation.

The sound of the rain quietly falling down on the bunker’s roof strengthen the cozy feeling of the room that was once Dean’s but has now been theirs for more than a year. There seems to be a storm coming, Castiel can already hear the low rumble of thunder still afar. He used to be unconcerned by weather, back when he was still an Angel of the Lord. It didn’t matter if it rained, if it was below 32°F or if the sun was shining too hard. Now is a different story, and he learned to catalog everything about the weather. He likes the sound of rain, but he also really like when the sun shines on his face while riding shotgun in the Impala after coming back from a hunt. He gets cold really fast, and he learned the hard way that his beloved trench coat wouldn’t be enough to keep him warm anymore (“who the fuck comes to freaking Minnesota with nothing else but a trench coat, you idiot” Dean had said, shaking his head in disbelief but getting his partner one of his winter jacket from the trunk that Cas had kept to this day), but he doesn’t really like when it gets too warm and he’s sweating “like a goddamn trucker after a ride through the desert” courtesy of one Dean Winchester. Sweat is a whole new feeling as well, and he despises it (except when it involves “mind-blowing sex”, as Dean calls it). He likes the rumbles of thunder, but what he loves the most is watching the lightnings fall, cozied up at the back of the Impala next to Dean.

He never thought he could have this. 12 years of buried feelings, heartbreaks, pain and misery let him think that he would never, ever experience any of this. Yet here he is, the fallen angel, inside the arms of the man he saved from Hell years ago.

Now his husband.

Yes, for someone who never wore a last name, Castiel Winchester does have a nice ring to it, he’ll admit.

The loud sound of thunder suddenly rips through the silence of the bunker for half a second, apparently approaching Lebanon quicker and quicker, and Castiel can feel Dean arms tighten lightly around him as the storm begins to crack around them.

Truth be told, it still feels surreal. It’s been an actual process, from literally yelling their mutual feelings at each other’s face after dealing with yet again another “I will kill myself so that you can live” situation, to trying to make this work between them. Dancing around each other and a decade of repressed thoughts and feelings was hard enough, try throwing “how about going human again after being an Angel of the Lord for several millennia” into the mix and see how it goes.

And despite all the troubles that comes with being human — do you know how infuriating it is to remember you’ve got to pee all the damn time?! Or how humans get cold so damn easily? —, despite Castiel being a pain in everyone’s ass trying to come to grip with humanity again, Dean was there alongside him everyday. He wiped every tear, took every bad dream away, woke up at the crack of dawn just so that he could make a different breakfast for Castiel to try every single day. “We need to figure out if you’re more of a regular pancakes and bacon guy, the weirdo type who only eats Lucky Charms with milk, or a plain black coffee and white bread dude. Hell, we can even go wild and have tacos and waffles for breakfast, see how it goes” Dean had said the first morning. Castiel made him come so hard that particular morning that Sam couldn’t face any of them for 2 days after that.

And then, there was the proposal. It came in as sort of a surprise, for Castiel first but almost for Dean as well. Getting married was the epitome of human custom by definition. Cas had never really thought about it, never really had a desire for it and certainly never expected for it to happen to him. Dean being human, the idea of marriage was almost carved into his mind and it obviously came to mind several times before, but it hadn’t for a while for quite obvious reasons — the end of the world, the self-loathing that clung to his entire soul and dripped through the creaks sometimes, the fact that he didn’t think he’d find anyone willing to spend the rest of their life with a broken up loser of a hunter, anyway he was in love with his best friend who was an angel and who certainly did not share his feelings — pick your poison.

But that specific night, after spending a certain amount of time mapping the edges of Dean’s body with a fierce determination in the backseat of Baby, when Dean snuggled closer dropping his face into the crook of Cas’s neck and asked if he would marry him with that husky voice of his that made the former angel go crazy, he didn’t hesitate. It took Cas exactly half a second to whisper “yes” into the hunter’s ear, and that settled it.

They had a quiet ceremony that Bobby officiated, Sam and Jack were their best men, and they were only joined by their closest friends which consisted of Eileen, Charlie, Jody, Donna and the girls (surprisingly enough, Claire was thrilled) , Garth and his family. Cas wore a navy blue suit that made his baby blue eyes look even more deep, and Dean looked like he was out of an episode of the Bachelor with his black tux, black bow-tie and white shirt. They looked perfect. It took them a grand total of 5 minutes before they shared their first kiss as a married couple. There were tears, both in the assistance and on both grooms face. It was perfect. And it looked surreal to Dean.

But good.

Right.

Everything he asked for.

They went to Hawaii for a week on a Honeymoon, but still took Sam and Jack with them (“because they deserve a goddamn break and little umbrella cocktails as much as we do, Cas, and we owe it to them. Besides, we’ll book that honeymoon suite on the other side of the resort and they won’t have to suffer through our nights” Dean had said with a cheeky grin)

Another loud thunder sound rips through the bunker, and Cas knows that Dean’s going to feel relieved that he got Baby into the garage last night instead of leaving her outside by the door like he usually do when they get home in-between hunts.

“You do know” Cas starts but Dean interrupts him right away by sucking on his earlobe and boy oh boy does that makes Cas’s body react, “that the walk from this room to the kitchen is roughly 20 seconds, give or take?”

“So? What’s your damn point?” Dean adds, his mouth mapping that soft spot behind Cas’s ear that tends to make the former angel whimper

“So I can be back in, say, 3 minutes with two cups of coffee and even a slice of that cold pizza you left in the fridge yesterday” Cas manages to say before Dean gets back on attacking his throat with his lips

“You know I love it when you try and talk dirty to me, Angel, but I really don’t care about any cups of coffee or even cold pizza right now. Besides, I’m almost sure Jack chomped that pizza up last night.”

Dean’s mouth lands on his cheek as Cas turns over to face him, finally locking eyes with the hunter — his hunter, he thinks.

“What happened to the ‘I can’t function properly until I’ve got my third cup of coffee’ motto that I’ve seen you go through for the past 12 years, Winchester?” Cas teases, his left hand cupping Dean’s face. “Was it all a lie?”

The hunter closes his eyes, pushing onto the touch, the cold feeling of the silver wedding band Castiel is wearing on his ring finger attacking his senses.

Meanwhile, Cas gazes at his husband, realizing he hasn’t shaved in at least two weeks, and his jawline gets even more glorious with that dirty blond scruff all over it.

Dammit, get it together, Winchester.

“Besides”, Cas adds, his lips brushing lightly against the corner of Dean’s mouth “I’m no angel anymore.”

“You’ll always be my Angel, Cas” Dean responds softly, his green eyes looking even more bright as he says the words.

“Aww, you’re such a sap.”

“Okay” Dean grumbles, looking slightly offended but sporting a wide grin on his face, “When did you become a sassy son of a bitch, and what have you done with my husband?”

“Learned from the best” Cas chuckles, nuzzling his way along Dean’s jaw toward his ear “and Chuck was technically my father, so you’re like, halfway right on that assumption” he whispered.

“Will you shut your damn mouth and give me a kiss, for heaven’s sakes.”

Cas smiles at the use of these particular words and immediately leans closer, his lips brushing Dean’s lightly before the hunter captures his mouth with a thoroughness bordering on savagery.

For a former angel who’s known thousands of languages, has been to many different worlds and lead Armies through (literal) hellfire, Castiel can’t find any words or feeling that could do justice to what it feels like to kiss Dean. Words won’t do justice to the rollercoaster of emotions it embodies. It feels both like the universe is exploding inside his chest, but the waves are quieter with Dean’s lips on his.

Cas finally pulls back just enough to whisper against Dean’s lips.

“Coffee.”

“Okay, Angel. Go get that coffee. Get me that slice of cold pizza you promised” Dean answers as Cas gets up.

He’s only wearing black boxer briefs that Dean is almost sure belongs to him. His hands behind his head, he quietly watches as his husband picks up Dean’s shirt to wear — a Led Zeppelin ’73 tour black shirt that he owns since God knows when — and exit the room to the bunker’s kitchen.

“I’m so damn happy” Dean thinks to himself, and despite 4 decades of thinking he’s not allowed to feel like this, he really wants to believe that everything will be fine, they’ll be okay, they have each other and the future doesn’t look so dark anymore.

And when Castiel comes back, 3 minutes after he’s left like he advertised before, with two cups of coffee and a plate of waffles and bacon (“Babe, Jack did eat that pizza you left in the fridge yesterday, but apparently Sam made breakfast before he left for his morning run” “it’s 6am, how the hell did that animal make breakfast and left already? How are we even related?”), Dean’s convinced he won the fucking lottery.

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All right let’s do this. SPN 15.10. “The Heroes Journey.”

Look, I have now watched Jensen tap-dancing. A whole extended musical number of Jensen Ackles, dancing. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW, ALL RIGHT I NEED TO GET A GRIP. WRITE SOME META. HERE YOU GO.

How very Joseph Campbell of you, Dabb. Except the irony here is it’s not Joseph Cambell style hero journey exploration that’s being highlighted here, those big mythic gestures--the call, rejection of the call, acceptance of the call, reckoning with the father and so on. This ep tapped into a different heroic theme that has a lot in common with superhero narratives. It’s not the powers, it’s not the mask, it’s not the really kevlar or mecha suit or the cape that makes a hero a hero. It’s who they are as a person when all that’s stripped away. Who are they without that. This ep gave me some some S6 Buffy vibes, or it symbolically pre-serum Steve Rogers’ed Sam and Dean.

It showed their courage and determination and refusal to give up even though they no longer has the same literally God-given, chosen ones blessed luck. It’s not that they didn’t know how to lock-pick or throw a punch or dodge a punch or what to do about monsters any more. They are still highly trained, but none of it was working. I think Chuck didn’t just remove the blessed luck, he gave them an extra zap of extra rotten luck just to be a stinker.

But they didn’t give up and this episode yet again makes it clear--Chuck can fiddle with environment around them, even do stuff directly to people, but he can’t make them feel, he can’t give them feelings they don’t have, he can’t control their thoughts. We started the season with Dean’s doubts about what’s real and whether anything he and Sam have been through has meaning, given the reveal of Chuck as puppet master, but Dean throws down here with a battle cry of it wasn’t all Chuck. It was us. The blood, the sweat the tears.

That’s how this storyline works and the show keeps indicating that’s how it works. They are not without free will. They don’t stop being themselves. They didn’t do everything because of Chuck. They made choices despite the manipulations around them, it was still all them, just trapped in Chuck’s rat maze.

Huh and just an aside maybe Dean really listened to Cas’s speech about that earlier this season, not just to Sam’s, ya think? Considering we’re past the deliberate Cas erasure stage, then we went through the reluctant begrudging actually speaking to each other stage, then we had the pretending not to look at each other yet constantly looking at each other stage, and then we had the ice melting and things are still a mess but the deep freeze is ended. All through that, Dean was thinking about Cas’s words. About how they made their own choices. And “we are.”

This ep self-referentially deconstructed SPN’s own conceits about Sam and Dean. They’re supposed to be these “sweaty overwhelmed hunters” (Kripke) and supposedly regular guys. And yes that has been a massive part of the appeal to me all along, I was never a big fan of Sam and Dean as Chosen Ones or the only guys who can do this. The point is they’re regular guys who are trained and honed into the warriors they became. But here’s the thing, SPN never really did that. The grit was soft focus, Sam and Dean cloaked in fantasy. Perfect teeth, perfect hair, perfect manicures. We saw some dirt, some blood, but they’re also the highly marketable leads on a CW genre urban fantasy horror tv series. They didn’t get colds, or cavities, nor did Baby ever break down. I know Baby is an amazing car but if we’re going to talk realism...she would break down at least sometimes. Have they even so much as run out of gas and had to walk 10 miles?

So there has always been this heroic glow around them, an idealization the show itself used, the way they’re filmed and shot. And that’s the thing about many hero narratives...would we really want it another way for some things? Some hero narratives are more genuine gritty. SPN...never was. It occupied a liminal space. It’s gritty...only so far. They’re just regular dudes...not exactly. Not just in the lack of everyday people realism, but their entire story, their whole existence, was revealed in S4/5 as engineered by Heaven. Surely it can’t be a shock the reveal at the end of S14 their whole existence...as engineered by Chuck. SPN already ripped that open, the difference is how far up the power chain the manipulation went. Turns out it went up to the deity CEO not just squabbling angels. They were Special. Chosen. Destined. Play your roles. The Boy with the Demon Blood. The Righteous Man. I have always been a lot more interested in heroes who aren’t the Chosen Ones (although I am a big Buffy fan). I liked that Sam and Dean were regular guys. Which...they are. With the god luck, without the god luck, they are.

They’re no less themselves, they’re not less Sam and Dean, they didn’t retroactively lose their free will, because of the reveal of Chuck as puppet master. They didn’t stop being Sam and Dean because the god luck was taken away. This ep captured that spirit, through the lens of an off-center, comedic meta episode, but that right there, is Sam and Dean’s spirit.

Isn’t it interesting, the ringmaster came up with a marketing hook for Sam and Dean in the fight cage, “The two of you against the world,” when what actually ends up happening is Sam and Dean go all out to save themselves, but it doesn’t actually work, and their friend Garth saves them. Because along with the whole thing about it not being the mask or the costume or the powers that define superheroes, there’s the thing about how heroes need their friends, sometimes they need an assist.

Sam and Dean, alone against the world...ok in some respects, SPN works within that trope, the mythic appeal of that dynamic, part of the hazy glow of fantasy that surrounds these characters, but what have we seen on SPN time and again, and again, and now again in its final season, where it’s a theme shown even louder and it’s been pretty loud for a while.

I can't do this alone Yes you can. Yeah, well, I don't want to.

Think that was just the brothers, off into infinity, no, while that’s a great Sam and Dean moment, that was just the opening notes of this song, it began there with them and kept expanding to include them and their friends and their family. It was all there right from the start. First it was John, not just Sam and Dean. Then it was Bobby, not just Sam and Dean. Then it was Sam, Dean, Bobby, and the Harvelles. Then it was Sam, Dean, the Harvelles, and Cas. Then Team Free Will. Charlie. Garth. Jack. Eileen. Or the Wayward Sisters who, like Garth, saved Sam and Dean because even heroes aren’t 100% perfection who can always save themselves, sometimes they do in fact need some help.

Here’s something else the ep showed us. While Sam and Dean have done all they did with this extra god chosen good luck, all the other hunters took the risks and did a dirty, terrifying, exhausting endless job without being blessed the same way by Chuck. Chuck didn’t care about them, not like he does about Sam and Dean. They are brave and needed and necessary too. Oh I see you, SPN. I see you.

Dean’s utterly sappy soft look watching Garth dance with his wife, continuing on that theme of that longing for...something, someone.

Can’t go wrong with Sam and Dean and babies. Big Sam holding his namesake baby Sammy. MY HEART.

Dean holding baby Cas with Cas’s namesake being a supernatural creature with an intense stare was cute.

Baby breaking down just feels so...emblematic. Because I agree that a show that runs this long will have trouble sustaining itself indefinitely and will decline, it’s an inevitable tv thing. I don’t agree it’s in decline right now or that the quality has sunk. In fact S15 is reminding me repeatedly why I love it so much to the begin with. It’s calling me back in. I wouldn’t be seeing this through to the very end if the story wasn’t pleasing me and it is not only satisfactory, it’s startling me how much it resonates for me now, speaking as someone who’s had some highs and lows with engagement with the show and has criticized it and gotten frustrated, tried to quit, did quit, came back, several times.

This season is also reminding me how deeply I love Sam and Dean and their sibling bond, after some seasons that alienated me from that bond for various reasons, but S15 is...it’s me bursting into tears at random moments because of a Sam and Dean Thought. It’s like that. What even is this. I don’t know I just hope it continues.

#Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Sam and Dean: a work in progress #meta #Supernatural #spn #supernatural spoilers #garth fitzgerald iv #with slight nods to ships that i didn't insert the canon did #you'd have to be really REALLY intense about your denial to see what the show keeps pointing towards #the something...someone....

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GOOD AFTERNOON I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION! Please tell me how Dean and Cas would have been if they were raising baby Jack! Also do you think Claire would have babysat for her little brother sometimes if their dads were on a hunt?

HELLO SARAH thank u for this ask that was designed to drive me, specifically, ins*ne ❤️

i feel like... okay. oh this is going to be SO rambling i apologize in advance.

but ok so we KNOW for a fact that dean is a dad like he is just A DAD it is so integral to his being. he's caring and attentive and isn't afraid of the fact that kids can be gross or annoying because he recognizes that they are KIDS and need patience and care. so i feel like at first dean would just take over the bulk of the care for jack bc its just natural for him at this point. (IM THINKING ABOUT HIM BOUNCING THAT BABY IN WHATEVER EP THAT WAS AND ITS MAKING ME WANT TO CRY. HE IS SO GOOD WITH KIDS HES MEANT TO HAVE KIDS HES SO FULL OF LOVE!!!!) and cas ALWAYS looks to dean first when it comes to learning How To Be Human™ so he'd be watching what dean does to emulate him. i imagine theres a lot of "no no no--you need to support his head like THIS", and, "oh that means he's hungry here this is how you should hold the bottle", at the start of their care for him

GOD WASNT DEAN ALSO HUMMING A ZEPPELIN SONG TO THAT BABY HE WAS BOUNCING IN WHATEVER EPISODE THAT WAS (PLEASE SOMEONE DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT EPISODE IM TALKING ABOUT) HRRGHRGRGHGH LED ZEPPELIN LULLABIES BUT BETTER THAN THAT--BETTER THAN DEAN HUMMING HARD ROCK LULLABIES TO BABY JACK--CAS BEING LIKE OH YEAH THATS GREAT AND CASSSSSS HUMMNING HARD ROCK LULLABIIEISSS TO BABY JACKKKKK I AM GOING SUPERSONIC.

ALSO its important to rmmbr that jack ISNT fully human so there will be things that only cas will be able to take care of. my fuckng god they really are the perfect pair to care for jack oh god im getting emotional. i have no idea what those angel-specific needs would BE.... like god when jack is especially fussy and his unchecked powers start to come out dean is like okie doke time to tap in the angel husband i cannae handle getting laserbeamed by my infant son rn 😌✌🏼 and cas is like honestly id rather deal with jack trying to suplex me into the fuckng wall than change his diaper. quite simply i must admit you humans are kinda nasty at times god bless. but yeah jack would have ALL of his needs addressed thanks to having a human dad and an angel dad which i think is so key!! and is smth that they did kind of have in the show but due to um fukcng EVERYTHING else going on i felt like his human side was kinda neglected and wasnt developed as much as it couldve/shouldve been, which led to, yknow, a lot of dangerous misunderstandings. jack certainly needs and deserves to have his WHOLE self nurtured and recognized.

also wow itd be so nice to have an eldritch interdimensional being who technically doesnt need sleep as your co-parent bc dean can get ALLLLL he blissful sleep he needs while cas takes care of the nighttime baby needs! UGH perfect

AND YES. OF COURSE CLAIRE WOULD BABYSIT JACK. GOD IF EVER THERE WERE A GIRL DESERVING OF A YOUNGER SIBLING. she has older sister syndrome ANYWAY. also shes dean kin so i think itd be REALLY funny if dean is like are you SURE youre okay to take care of him? remember hes a nephilim like he has powers it can be really dangerous when he gets too worked up. actually forget it we'll call rowena or something i dont want you to get hurt. and claire is like dad. for real. just fuck off and go kill the werewolves or whatev i got this. and when they get back from the hunt they come back and jack is like fast asleep beside claire, who is ofc completely fine, and deans like did nothing happen??? claires like WHO do you think youre talking to of course its all fine he was a perfect angel (snicker snicker) because he likes ME. like jack goes down so easy for claire hes just always so calm and happy with her, never fusses, dean is like WHAT gives like not wanting to admit hes a little jealous that jack has never tried to laserbeam HER and shes like what can i say? sibling privilege. we have an understanding :) like father like daughter shes just a natural caregiver. dean is so proud. cas is so proud. they are so happy. oh my god. they love their kids so much.

in conclusion. dean and cas would be the most loving parents a baby nephilim could hope for. just today MY dad said to me that parents never want their kids to experience the pain that they have experienced themselves. he said that bc i was upset he wouldnt teach me how to change the light fixture in my closet bc there was a live wire and he didnt want me to get shocked like he has in the past BUT THE SAME PRINCIPLE APPLIES where, i feel like ESPECIALLY for dean, they would do their utmost to raise jack (AND claire) with the care that was so lacking from their own childhood experiences.

dean certainly tried with sam and did a good job, but he was a kid himself then and wasnt fully equipped to provide all the emotional support a child needs. now, as an adult in a supportive, committed relationship, dean will have the chance to REALLY devote himself in the way he was always meant to.

and cas...well... whats more human than caring for your child? everyday his love deepens--his love for dean, his love for their little house, his love for the honeybees and the clouds in the sky. all things he was never meant to have any feelings for, he just loves and loves and loves more because of the little life he has with dean and claire and now his little baby. everyday he becomes more himself because of his love for his family, and he pours all of that back into them. he is just so adoring. he listens to every sound jack makes with keen attention, committing every nonsensical syllable to memory, because its all important. he wants to make sure jack knows how loved he is and how recognized he is and how appreciated he is, just for existing. he wants jack to feel seen and known, in the ways he never was by his own father.

the way dean and cas are with baby jack is that they try. fundamentally thats what its all about. just trying. because u love so much. thank u

#not me writing a fuckng nonsensical dossier..... SCREAM #this dont make no sense luv x SORRY.....#i love you the universe #anyhoo...well..heres...whatever this is LOL THANNKS SARAH LOVE U SORRY U WAITED 3 DAYS FOR WHATEVER THIS IS JGFDKGHFDKGAGF #castielswift #ask

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Dancing Under The Stars

Prompt: This is for @time-travel-bouqet Through The Decades celebration/challenge. :) Congrats, btw.

Author: @marvelsupernatural

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags/Genre: playboy!Dean, 1940s-1950s-ish, readerxplayboy!Dean, also bad at tagging sue me.

Song: Five Minutes More by Frank Sinatra

Summary: Dean Winchester, who never kept any women for more than two days, who you’ve known since high school and occasionally messed around with, admitting that he loves you was mind blowing. Maybe it was the love in the air caused by your best friend’s wedding party, or maybe it was the fact that Dean kept humming lines of Frank Sinatra’s Five Minutes More into your ears. Your best friend had her heart stolen by Sam, but will your heart be stolen by Dean?

A/N: I really suck at summaries. I hate them with a passion. But I tried. So there ya go, @time-travel-bouqet , I hope you enjoy this fluff. Also, sorry for the mistakes and the terrible writing, I did this in a matter of hours after midnight. LOL.

Tags: @spnfamily-alwayskeepfighting @supernaturalsammy01 @gabriel-deserved-better @currentlyfangirling99 @bobasheebaby @dean-winchesters-bacon@snffbeebee @imma-winchester-addict @youhaveaguineapigwhere@curly-haired-disaster @ain-t-bovvered @ezilyamuzed @shows-up-naked-covered-in-bees @dont-you-dare-say-misha @high-pitched-screeching @winchesterslibrary @angelkissesanddemonblood @missjenniferb @waywardbaby @ladywinchester1967@itsstillnotwhatyouthink @whimsicalrobots @wallpatterns@anotherwaywardsister @mrsnazario1223 @imafictosexual @treat-winchesterswith-kindness @squirrel-moose-winchester@bamby0304 @julesthequirky @lovemesomecas94@waywardnerd67 @tromkehra @midnightsilver @theworldiscolorful@tv-saved-the-teenage-girl @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 @dolljared @oldfreakything @fallen-cursed-immortals@gryffindorofcabin21@carryonmywaywardcaptain @loricameback @waywardrose13@impala-dreamer @pinknerdpanda @iwriteaboutdean @wayward-gypsy @casisqueen

Ah, the 1900s. The century of fun and excitement and endless days of partying with the jukeboxes in the local diners. The period where music stole every person’s soul, hearts and mind and forced them to jump and sway to the beat when present. For you, music meant nothing more than a casual relaxant to everyday life as a nurse working in your local hospital. It was just a means for loosening up. But to some, music was about finding love in another. Which is exactly what happened to your best friend, Ruby, who seems much more as family than an close acquaintance. It’s the reason why you find yourself casually sipping a small glass of ale while sitting, cross-legged and relaxed, at a nearby table just short of the large space made for the dancing groom and bride and other couples who were caught up in the love fest.

Your eyes watch with proud dignity as Sam spins Ruby at an arm’s length before reeling her back into his chest; beautiful, cascading waterfalls of silky brown hair masking her pure joy as she throws her head forward and laughs. Clad in traditional black tuxedos and white wedding gowns, the pair was nothing but carefree, living-in-the-moment, as some would say.

Maybe it’s the Las Vegas effect, you think as you catch the twinkling lights from above winking down at you. Well, they seem more like stars than actual lights. The large room was dimmed down to semi-darkness, only the twinkle and sparkles from the light above and the winking gems on the dresses of the guests and bridesmaids seem to shine out on this evening. It was a flurry of sparkles coming from the crowd on the spacious dance floor, women twirling with their partners, dresses hitting the light at a perfect angle, showing off their sparkly dress. It was almost like a game to see whose dress would sparkle most.

Your gaze is brought back down by an audible clearing of a throat. Your eyes settle to find your ‘friend’ clashing tonight in a sharp three-piece suit with a complimentary flower by its upper suit pocket, clear sign that he was the best man at this wedding. Even if the ballroom was dark, your eyes can’t mistake the familiarity of that amused pair of emerald green eyes that met yours.

A slight smirk tugs at the end of his stubbled jaw as he extends his left hand, right hand tucked into his pants pocket.

“Mind if I have this dance, madam? That is, if you aren’t too preoccupied with the light from above.”

You couldn’t help the blush that forms on your cheeks as you take his hand, bringing yourself up from the chair you’ve been holding hostage for an hour. You shoot your partner with an eye roll and an overexaggerated sigh.

“Since you asked so nicely, I suppose it’s no harm sharing a dance with you,” you pause a few moments as he brings you out onto the dance floor and places his arms around your waist, and yours on his shoulders. “Dean Winchester.”

Dean only laughs in return, the familiar crinkle of his eyes evident as the two of you sway to the faint music coming from the stage. “It’s only fair that I ask. You were looking rather lonely over there.”

Dean leans down to your right ear and inserts in that husky voice of his, “Besides, I like making the other girls twinkle with jealousy. And I’m not talking about the way I look tonight either.”

With a teasing bite to your earlobe that left you gasping in surprise, Dean pulls back to twirl you before he pulls you in. The two of you are still in the same position you started out with, his hands on your waist and your hands on his shoulders. You feel yourself flush with color as you roll your eyes again, trying to brush off the way he makes you feel inside.

“Again with the charms,” you hear yourself say. “Does that work on other women that you’ve asked to dance with too?”

Upon hearing the song finally end by the signaling of people clapping, you make an attempt to go and make it just as far as an arm’s length before Dean grips your wrist in a gentle hold, forcing you to stop and quirk an eyebrow up at him with a questioning look.

Just as you were about to question him, thinking that he’d only ask for a dance and nothing more, loud squeals of cheering overpowered you and you cast a glance towards the music stage where Frank Sinatra has suddenly appeared. He grins that charming smile of his before gripping the microphone gingerly in his hands as he brings it up to his mouth, light dimming overheard on cue.

The moment the intro to the song starts to fill your ears, you feel yourself smiling softly at the irony. At the exact moment, Dean starts to tug gently on your wrist, pulling you in and you let him.

“Give me five minutes more, only five minutes more.”

You could hear Sinatra’s voice flow smoothly loud over the speakers, but as Dean ropes you in closer and wraps a tight arm around your waist and causally swoops his mouth down to your ears at a good distance but close enough so that only you could hear what was being said. Or sung.

You feel a bubbly small smile lift onto your lips as you listen to Dean singing softly into your ear, soft, husky and extremely irresistible.

“Let me stay, let me stay in your arms,” Dean hums into your ear pleasantly and you could feel the smile on his lips as he sings against your hair.

In the distance, you see that your best friend has taken a break with her husband and is standing by the refreshments. Although Sam is busy chatting with someone else, he has his arms wrapped around Ruby’s waist, never letting go. Ruby is, however, free to do anything and the two of you made eye contact immediately. Ruby places a hand over her mouth and you could imagine her giving you a gasp of surprise, before she shoots a grin towards you and give you an over enthusiastic thumbs up with both hands, drawing the attention of her newlywed husband, Sam. Ruby points to the position you and Dean were currently dancing at and Sam could only offer a look of utter surprise before he nods his head and grins your way, offering the same enthusiastic thumbs-up as his wife. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. God, those two do belong with each other.

You decide to return your focus on the handsome devil dancing with you. You wrap your arms around Dean’s shoulders, fingers clasping as you lay your head in the crook of his neck, swaying softly with him with your forehead pressed against his chiseled, stubbled jaw. Dean plants a kiss on your hair and continues to sing softly under his breath, head dipped down slightly as he grips you in a tight embrace.

“Here am I, begging for five minutes more,” Dean sings into your hair so softly as if his voice was meant just for you and no one else. “Only five minutes more of your charms. Except I’m the charming one in this relationship.”

You laugh at the quick comment. “Relationship? I thought you don’t do relationships.”

Dean hums into your hair, inhaling and exhaling slowly. “You’re different. You make me feel...alive. I think I...I think I love you.”

You feel your heart swell and beat faster at his confession. Here was Dean, the playboy of the town, admitting he had the case of love sickness for you. Dean Winchester, who never kept any women for more than two days, who you’ve known since high school and occasionally messed around with, admitting that he loves you was mind blowing. Honestly? You felt the same affection for him, but because of his notorious reputation with women, you kept your feelings to yourself.

“Yeah? How do I know you’re not lying?”

Dean pulls away and takes your hand to spin you before pulling you in and dipping you, gaze never leaving yours as he smiles fondly down at you.

“Because who else would have had the materials to rent your favorite singer for the night besides me?”

Dean brings you up and you rest your head against his, swaying once more to the beat. The song was close to its ending, you could tell. Your twinkling eyes never left Dean’s bright green ones.

“That was you? I...It must’ve cost a fortune out of your pocket. Dean, why would you do that just for me?”

Dean laughs softly into the air between you two and leans in for a quick, passionate kiss that ended too soon for you liking. He pecks your lips one more time before he leans his forehead against yours, the cool sweat of his skin touching yours. On another circumstance, you would have objected and pulled away, but you didn’t care. Not right now anyways.

“You’re worth the hole in my pocket, darling.”

You couldn’t help but smile widely at his statement. Every touch that Dean made on your skin burned like fire and it took a whole lot of willpower for you not to pounce on him straight away. You close your eyes, smiling into the moment as the two of you dance to the ending of the song with your foreheads touching and arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace.

“Let me stay, let me stay in your arms.”

“You can stay in my arms as long as you want, Dean Winchester. I’m all yours. Now and forever, my love.” You feel yourself smile wider as Dean closes the gap between his and your lips, sharing a kiss that was filled with hidden promises and untold secrets that were dying to be let out ages ago.

Here you are, dancing under the stars of Las Vegas. Slowly falling more in love with Dean Winchester, the playboy who stole your heart a long time ago.

#dean winchester #dean x reader #supernatural #written at like two in the morning #so I apologize for mistakes #first ever fic/one-shot on Tumblr #ehh why not

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 6 years

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The Rumors That Made Her

Title: The Rumors That Made Her

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: 4041

Summary: High School Senior, Dean Winchester, tries to get the girl, but according to rumors, she’s “broken.” When he tries to form a relationship with her, he finds things about her that no one else does.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Under Aged Drinking, Mention of Death, High School Bullshit, Slight Language (nothing major), Mention of PTSD, Some Fluff.

A/N: This is my entry for Manda’s (@pinknerdpanda) 1k Challenge! Congratulations of the milestone, love! You are a crazy talented writer, not to mention, incredibly adorable! My prompt for this challenge was the 90’s Alternative Rock song, Push by Matchbox 20. I love this song so much. This fic is based on MY interpretation of the song FOR this specific fic. Lyrics used in the story will be italicized. This fic is all in Dean’s POV. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Gif not mine. Found on Google.

There she is, sitting alone as usual. I could never understand how she was always alone. She’s beautiful, funny, and she has this smile she rarely shows that literally takes my breath away. She was perfect. I should totally talk to her. This is going to the day that I finally approach her and, if I’m lucky, possibly be friends with her, and see that smile again.

Standing up from my chair, I was about to make my way over when Gordon stopped me. “No man, she’s not one of us. That’s not how things work.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Dean, you’re popular, the quarterback on the football team, and she’s an outsider, a loser. You hang out with her and you’ll lose everything. I mean you already got that freak over there hanging out with us,” he pointed towards Garth who casted his eyes down in guilt.

“That’s ridiculous, why would it matter who I want to hang out with? Garth is good guy,” I told him.

“Yeah, whatever. Remember Benny Laffite a few years ago? He was a senior when we were freshmen? He was the big star quarterback and then he went and dated that freaky goth chick who believed that vampires were real and he lost everything.”

“Yeah, I remember Benny and I don’t remember that happening. What I do remember is that he got his girl and had never been happier.”

“Yeah, well he could have been a star! Playing for the NFL and winning Super Bowls, but no. He’s stuck in this god forsaken town raising two kids alone.”

That was it. Gordon was a grade-A douche bag and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Without thinking, I swung my arm back and came charging forward, my fist making contact with his face. All eyes were now on us as some of our friends shot out of their seats trying to calm us down.

“Dean, calm down,” Cass stepped in front of me, two others from the football team helping Gordon off the floor.

“What’s your problem, Winchester?!” Gordon shouted, his face twisted with anger and confusion.

“His wife died from Cancer you dick!” I spat. Gordon had no right to judge Benny like that. Hell, I didn’t really know the guy, but I knew enough, and he was a good man. Respectful, humble, and a hardworking single father. I see him working at Harvelle’s almost everyday, pulling double shifts, even the graveyard shifts to support his daughters, hell, he even gave Sam some lunch money after a group of bullies stole his.

My eyes shifted around the room, glancing at the audience we’ve accumulated, when I caught a glimpse of her. Y/N was staring at us, watching me humiliate myself. Our eyes met and I noticed her flinch before scurrying off. Why did she always do that? She used to be so carefree, friendly, and was always surrounded by people.

“She’s broken,” I heard Gordon say, returning my attention back to my so called friend.

“What are you talking about, broken?” I questioned, genuinely thrown to what he meant.

“She’s a whore, Dean-o. She’s gone out with a lot of college dudes, man, and dumped every time. College dudes,” he reiterated, adding emphasis on the last two words he spoke. “She’s not interested in guys like us, she –”

Before he could say another word, I interrupted. “No, not us. She’s not interested in guys like you.”

Completely done associating with Gordon for the day, I made my way around Cass, grabbed my backpack and walked out, having lost my appetite. I ignored Cass and the other’s calling my name, sending Sammy, who was now a freshman, a small smile before leaving the lunch room. Just as I walked through the cafeteria entrance, I jumped a little not expecting anyone to be standing outside, leaning against the wall, but there she was.

“Y/N.” She looked up at me with tears welling in her eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” I walked up to her and asked.

“Who was he talking about?” She questioned.

“Gordon? He was just talking about Benny Laffit-”

“No. Not about him… the girl.” My heart began to race. She heard us talking. “He was looking at me. Was he talking about me? Calling me a whore and saying that I’m broken?” Her voice cracked.

“Hey, hey. Don’t listen to him. I know that you’re not like that,” I tried to assure her.

“That’s not what you think but that’s what everyone else does. It’s rumors like that that keeps people away from me,” she confessed. “I used to have friends until my ex-boyfriend, who was a freshman in college, just a few years older than us, dumped me. He spread a rumor that I was a slut who banged all his friends. When everything hit the roof, the rumors became bent and twisted and suddenly, I’m known as the school whore and all my friends ditched me. And you know what’s worse? None of it is true! You want to know the real truth?” She shouted. My eyes widened at her outburst. She sighed when she realized she was getting a little riled up. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Its people like Gordon that keeps spreading and reminding people of those lies!”

I was at a lost for words. I had never known her story before and now here she was, confessing things, speaking more than I have ever heard her say to me or anyone in a long time. I had no idea that any of that happened to her. Sure, I’ve heard the rumors, but that’s all they were to me. Rumors.

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry,” I apologized, not really knowing what for. Was I saying sorry for Gordon and his douche-ness, or was I apologizing for what that jerk did to her, or maybe both?

“Save it. I don’t know why I felt like I needed to justify myself to you. See you around, Dean.”

As she turned to leave, walking down the hall, I was about to run after her when Cass appeared, along with Chuck, Gabe, and Garth.

“You okay Dean?” Chuck questioned.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

It was finally the last period of the day, which happened to be my favorite class even if it was my worst subject… art class. I sucked at art, but the reason why it was my favorite was because Y/N was in my class. She sat right beside me, always doodling and scribbling things down in her notebook.

When I walked in, I noticed that she wasn’t in class. I was pretty sure she was always the first one in, but today she wasn’t there. I just stood in the middle of the classroom lost in my thoughts wondering where she could be.

“Mr. Winchester, care to join us?” Mr. Colt questioned.

“Um, actually, I’m not feeling well, I’m going to check in with the school nurse.” I could tell that Mr. Colt was going to say something but I was gone before he could.

I searched through the halls thinking of places she could be, until I saw her with the corner of my eyes, walking through the school doors.

“Hey! Y/N, wait up!” I called out once I made it outside. She quickly whipped around, eyes widening when she saw me.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

“Same as you,” I replied.

“I’m not feeling well, so I’m heading home.”

“Yeah, me either, it must have been the school lunch. Want me to give you a lift?”

“What do you want Dean?” Her question caught me off guard.

“N-Nothing,” I stammered.

“Yeah, then why are you here right now, offering me a ride home?” She crossed her arms, eyes boring into mine as if she was looking into my soul.

“Uh…”

“Goodbye Dean.”

“It’s because I like you alright!” I blurted. The words just slipped out.

Her body tensed as she slowly turned in my directions for the second time. Her expression was a mix of shock and disbelief.

“D-Dean, you heard Gordon, I’m broken. I’m a whore! So why don’t you just leave me alone and maybe I can get back to being invisible.”

“That’s not true.”

“The world will think what it wants to think, Dean.”

“Well, that’s not what I think. I think that you need someone to believe in you. You need someone who knows the truth about you and I want to be that person. So let me bring you home and if it’s alright with you, I’d really like to know what really happened.”

I could see it in her eyes, she was surprised at my forwardness, hell, I was surprised at myself. I was never one to be good with words, hence the D minus I was getting in English class, but here I was, shamelessly telling the girl I’ve got a crush on that I wanted to get to know her, the real her.

The silence was starting to become a little awkward, but thankfully she broke it. “What do you mean that you’d like to know what really happened?”’

“During lunch, you asked if I wanted to know the real truth, and well, yeah, I do. I really do,” I admitted, my stare holding hers. I wasn’t going to back down.

“Fine,” she sighed, but I could tell she was hesitant about all of this.

Hopping into my impala, I texted Cass telling him I was leaving early, before bringing Baby to life and heading over to her place. The whole drive to her house was spent in silence. She didn’t say a word and I was shitting bricks trying to come up with a conversation starter but I was so nervous. Usually, I was pretty smooth with the ladies, but with her, I felt like no matter what I did, she could see right through me.

I parked in front of her house, turning off the ignition. She didn’t leave, instead she sat in the car staring straight ahead. What was I supposed to say? What was I supposed to do? C’mon Dean, think you lug head!

“Could we just drive around some more?” Her voice was soft, hesitant, scared.

“Uh, yeah. Whatever you want,” I told her, starting up the car.

We drove for a while until a thought popped into my head. I cursed inwardly at myself for not thinking of it sooner.

Driving for a couple of hours we finally made it into Lebanon. My grandfather, Henry Winchester, a former Navy Seal, suffered from PTSD and, out of paranoia, built a bunker in an old abandoned power plant. He specifically called it the Men of Letters, apparently that was the name of his brigade.

“Where are we?” Y/N inquired, scanning the area through the window.

“I come here once in a while to think. It’s a safe house that my grandfather built before he passed away.”

“Why did he build it?” She twisted her head so that our eyes met.

I explained the story of my grandfather and she seemed to be genuinely fascinated and later eager to see inside. I couldn’t help but smile, it was rare to see her so lively and enthusiastic. I had only seen it a handful of times when we’d be paired up for an art project. She loved to draw, paint, ceramics, do anything creative with her hands.

Hey hype had faded quickly, now uncertain about entering due to it’s darkness, however I guaranteed her that we would be okay and that this was a safe place. When she stepped in, I along with her, I flipped the light switch and the bunker came into view. I chuckled when she gasped.

“This is amazing,” she breathed, descending the staircase.

After a quick tour and a brief history of the place, we settled in the library to, hopefully, finally talk, however she remained silent again.

“You can trust me,” I assured. She nodded before taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

“I know.” Pause. “It all happened last year, when Arthur went to the University of Kansas, on a full ride football scholarship.”

“Wait, Arthur as in Arthur Ketch?” I questioned. The guy was a total tool. He gave me hell for 2 years for being the only freshman to join the Varsity football team.

“Unfortunately. Anyways, he had brought me to one of his frat house parties and halfway through the night, I got drunk, not wanting to seem like a loser in front of his friends, then found him sucking face with another girl. When I approached him, he dumped me, and…” she fell silent, unsure if she could trust me, or unsure if she was ready to let the truth out.

“You can trust me.” Her deep colored eyes met mine, fear, sadness, pain, and all sorts of emotions stirring inside of them. “What is it?”

“And his friends, they…”

Rage started to bubble in me. I wasn’t certain what was about to come out of her mouth next but I could only assume based on what she had said so far. Young, vulnerable, intoxicated, surrounded by drunk college guys… “Did they touch you?” My question came out as a growl, her body wincing at the sound, but when she didn’t give an answer, that was enough for me to understand that those bastards deserved to rot in hell.

After that day, regardless of all the noise going around the school, I continued to stick around Y/N, and eventually she started to grow somewhat comfortable around my real friends, but it was easy to tell that she was holding back, like she knew she could trust them but at the same time, she wouldn’t let herself.

One night I was at home, hanging out with my brother and my friends up in my bedroom. We were goofing around playing video games and other guy stuff. I had originally wanted to go to the bunker with Y/N again, but she had told me that she was busy with family stuff.

The guys and I were having a good time, when my phone beeped, announcing that I had gotten a text message. I flipped my phone open to see who it was and immediately groaned when I saw the name. Gordon. What could he possibly want from me?

Gordon: Hey, I see your girl here at Bela Talbot’s party. I think she’s about to live up to her reputation!

I snapped my phone shut, unwilling to believe him. Y/N was with her family, she told me herself, and what the hell would she be doing at Bela Talbot’s house? She was 4 years older than us! Not only that, what the hell was Gordon doing at a college party?

My phone beeped again, Gordon’s name on the screen once again. Curious to what he had to say, I clicked on the text only to see a picture of Y/N dancing with some random guy who had his filthy hands on her.

Without a word, I stormed out of my room, the guys calling after me confused. They all followed, hopping into the car. Sam jumped in the middle of the front seat while Cass took up the passenger seat and the other guys filling the back.

Pulling up to Bela’s house, the party was in full swing. “I need someone to stay in the car and watch Sammy.”

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” Garth offered with no hesitation. He hated parties like this so it wasn’t a surprise when he opted to stay behind.

I walked into the party with purpose, Cass, Chuck, and Gabe behind me.

“Dean, guys, glad you could make it! There’s your girl,” Gordon snickered, pointing a finger with the hand that held a red cup, clearly filled with alcohol.

My eyes instantly landed on her. She was grinding up against some random douche with a drink in her hand. What the hell was she doing coming to a place like this? I was not expecting this, nor were the guys, who shared uneasy looks.

“Y/N!” I shouted over the blaring music, gaining her attention. She sent me a lazy grin, obviously affected by the alcohol she must had consumed.

“What are you doing here?” She slurred, stumbling away from the guy she was dancing with and over to me. Her hands played with the opening of my flannel a little before she started swaying her hips to the song playing.

“I could be asking you the same question,” I retorted, holding her forearms to keep her still.

“I’m taking my mind off things,” she giggled, taking a sip of her alcoholic beverage, but I yanked the cup away before she could. “Hey, what’s the big idea!” She snapped, glaring at me.

“You said you had family stuff to take care of.”

“And I took care of it! Things just got way out of control and I needed to clear my head. What’s it to you anyways? You’re not my boyfriend!” She snapped, hitting the cup from my hand, it’s contents splashing on me and other’s around. “Go home, Dean.”

“No.”

She rolled her eyes and walked away but I wasn’t about to give up so easily, so I followed her. It was obvious that she was trying to lose me but it wasn’t happening.

“Dean, seriously. Back off. Don’t you remember? I’m a slut,” she giggled, although her smile portrayed hopelessness, as if she had given up.

“No, you’re not.”

“But I am, watch me.” A random guy passed by when she pulled him by the arm, snaking her arms around his neck and pulling him to her level, pressing her lips against his. The guy was shocked, but it didn’t take him long until he had his hands all over her, kissing her back with just as much heat.

She knew how to press my buttons. She knew how to mess with my head and in a moment of rage, I let the words fall passed my lips. “You know what, if this is who you want to be, then suit yourself. I’m leaving,” I stumbled back, unable to believe she would do something like that. In school she was intelligent, quiet, and to herself, here and now, she was like every other party girl in school.

As I turned my back towards her, she shouted over the music. “I’m not good enough, Dean. They always leave!”

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks, bringing me back to right mind. She told me her story, she told me the truth, and the more I got to know her, I began to realize that she wasn’t broken, she was just hurt. So hurt that she didn’t know if she could trust anyone again. Ketch was her first love, her first serious relationship, her first everything… could I blame her for thinking she was broken? To blame her for feeling betrayed, hurt?, and for acting out? No, I couldn’t.

“That’s it, I’m taking you home,” I said to her, before rushing over and throwing her over my shoulder. She screamed and kicked, her fists making contact with my back as she wiggled in protest, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to leave her here to get drunk and who knows what else might happen.

“Put me down, I don’t want to leave!” She yelled, causing a scene.

“No, I’m taking you home.” People were laughing, cheering, while others gave me sympathetic grins, nodding with assurance that I was doing the right thing, and I was. I was taking care of her ass.

Leaving the house, I saw Cass and the others already waiting outside by the impala. When we reached them, I set her down, steadying her on her feet when she stumbled a bit. “Hey guys, are we having our own party?” She smiled, giving everyone a high-five, even Sammy, who happily returned it. I sent him a glare making him retreat further back into the car.

Most of the car ride back home was quite after Y/N quickly fell asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. I dropped the guys off one by one until we got back to our place, after she stubbornly refused to go to hers. Sammy rushed to the door, opening it as I carried Y/N bridal style into the house and into my bedroom. Our parents were still out at my mother’s company party, so an explanation would have to wait till morning.

Gently setting her on my bed, she stirred awake. “Where am I?” She asked, her eyes heavy as she glanced up at me before scanning her surroundings.

“My place.”

“Mmm, you really like classic rock and cowboys,” she hummed with an ephemeral smile, curling herself on my bed, her face buried deep in one of my pillows. I sighed, not knowing what to do. Dealing with her was exhausting, but I know she has her reasons. I just don’t understand why she has to constantly push me away. I like the girl so much that I feel like I’m going crazy, but I know that I can’t rush this. It was going to take time to get her to trust people, let people in, let me in.

I was about to leave the room when she called out for me, the sound of my name on her tongue tickling the butterflies in my stomach. Her voice was soft, weak, and the tiredness prevalent. Turning around, I walked back over to my bed, taking a seat at the edge next to her. She was embarrassed, that was easy to tell. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her eyes watching her hands as she fiddled with the edge of my blanket. “It’s just…” she stopped herself, unsure about what she was going to say.

“Hey, you can trust me. You can tell me anything.” I shifted so that I was facing more towards her.

She sighed, cautiously shuffling herself into an upright position, her back leaning against the headboard. “It’s just… I do like you. It’s just, I’m a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been really loved by a hand that’s touched me, and I feel like something’s gonna give, and I’m a little but angry,” She confessed. “So I’m sorry for pushing you and taking you for granted.”

“Hey, I get it.”

“And I’m sorry for lying to you. I just kinda fell apart, things get so crazy. I understand if you could never trust me again, and if you don’t want to stay with me, I mean I’ve got this reputation and now I guess you can say that my face, it’s a little bit dirty.”

“You’re not broken or dirty, you’ve just been hurt. We can take this slow, there’s no need to rush, and I’m not the type to stand around either, I’m gonna tell you every day how perfect you are. No matter how much you push me away, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you, you just have to give me a chance.”

Once again, like every other time, when silence took over, everything became louder. The beating of my heart, my breathing, I could hear all of it pounding in my ears, trying to think of something to say or waiting for her to break the air.

“Okay, I will.”

After everything was laid out on the table, we just stared at each other. She was so close that I could see my reflection in her eyes. My vision fell to her lips as she licked them, my breath hitching in my throat. How I wanted to relieve my imagination and find out for myself just how soft her lips were. My eyes fluttered back to hers only to see that they were casted downwards to my own mouth, and suddenly, our lips connected.

She could push me all she wanted but I wasn’t going anywhere if it meant this kiss, her touch, her everything would be mine. I was going to be there for her every step of the way while her scars healed, with me as her glue.

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Interview with City Girl

Interviewed by Jennifer Liaw

album art for Time Falls Like Moonlight, by vickisigh

City Girl is a rising LA-based lo-fi/chillhop producer that incorporates a lot of soft piano and guitar intertwined with electronic beats and vocals. Starting out on Bandcamp and Soundcloud only 10 months ago, they now have three albums out on Spotify, the latest being Time Falls Like Moonlight, released in April.

Tell us a bit about yourself. Where did you grow up? What was growing up in that city like?

I grew up in California close to LA. To be honest once I found music I never really went outside. Before that I was just playing video games and watching cartoons. I guess the internet was more of where I grew up, as opposed to any geographical place.

What music did you listen to a lot growing up? What were your favorite artists back in like middle school, for example?

In middle school it was John Frusciante, all day everyday. Something about his guitar playing really inspired me. It was soulful and beautiful and just felt perfect, like every note was exactly where it should be. In high school my music taste exploded, but John Frusciante was the majority of the first music I learned and played.

Tell us a little about how City Girl first got started.

I uploaded on the train somewhere between my apartment and you 10 months ago on Soundcloud and just emailed a bunch of Youtube channels that were taking submissions. Aurarian music accepted that first release and put it out on Youtube and got the ball rolling so City Girl could get some attention back when it was only 10-20 followers.

How did you come up with the name City Girl?

To be honest, its in honor of “City Girl” by Kevin Shields from the Lost In Translation soundtrack. I’m a huge My Bloody Valentine fan and that song of his is just so amazing.

When did you first start making music? How did you get into it, and how did you first learn how to produce a beat?

I got into guitar playing when I was 12 or so. I just played because my older brother had a guitar. I took it and just Googled how to play guitar and taught myself songs and chords. It was the most fun I’d ever had. It felt so special. I didn’t start producing for like another seven years though. I would just record onto a Tascam tape recorder and jam with friends in garages. I had friends who made lofi beats waay back when it was like CULP and Simo and Onra and john wayne and stuff, but I never got into it, I was more focused on improvising and expanding my musical repertoire in a more performance-focused way.

Are there any instruments that you would like to try out incorporating into your music that you haven't tried yet?

I want live drums but I live in an apartment. If I could record drums that would be so cool, since I play drums too and I miss it badly.

Where do you usually record your music? Describe your studio space to us.

It’s about five feet no joke from my bed haha. It’s a desk and a midi keyboard and some guitars and other little instruments like the melodica. I have speakers and an old mic. It’s super cozy, my bedroom at my apartment is just covered with vickisigh’s art, like everywhere you look it’s just cute sexy ladies in pastel colors, I love it.

vickisigh’s (Vicki Tsai) artwork, from her instagram

How would you describe the lo-fi/chillhop genre and subculture to someone who’s never been exposed to it?

It’s just a bunch of people who love making music on their computers, and to be honest only one percent is unique and actually worth your time, but the same goes for all genres, 99 percent of it is just not that good. I would be more specific but at this point lofi stands for so so much that you can’t really go much further than that.

What do you think of the lo-fi hip hop/chillhop genre in general? It's really popular right now what with the YouTube 24hr lo-fi hip hop studying beats stream and the Spotify lo-fi hip hop studying beats playlists as well... There's literally probably thousands of really similar chillhop producers on SoundCloud... does that ever make you feel swallowed up, in a sense? Or does it feel more like a really large community? How do you try to stand out as an artist among all these other producers?

It’s a tough question to answer, because you can go from quickly, quickly to in love with a ghost and still call it lofi if you want to. These artists share playlists together and Youtube mixes. Who’s to say quickly, quickly isn’t just jazz? Who’s to say in love with a ghost isn’t just electronic music? It’s not so much a genre as it is a movement of instrumental music becoming the focus itself rather than the singer/rapper. Staying unique seems simple to me as I grew up playing and learning music by ear, so I just follow my interests/inspiration and play whatever seems cool.

Which artists would you say are your biggest inspirations or that you're just blown away by and really admire within your genre? How about outside of your genre?

Well in love with a ghost stands out, like most peeps I found them on Youtube. All the tracks from Let’s Go and Healing by them are amazing. Just super cool textures and melodies, really lovely and creative music. Kupla is amazing too, he’s an amazing piano player, all of his music is great. Outside of my genre I’d say Sheena Ringo, especially her album Kalk Samen Kuri no Hana - it’s pretty much game over, this album does everything better in every regard imaginable than any other music I’ve heard. Don’t know if you can get access to it in US tho, the copyright lawyers are hard at work on this one.

What artist outside of the lo-fi hip hop genre would you really really love to collaborate with? Can you describe the kind of track you'd want to make with them?

With anyone, well shit Beyoncé right? I mean she’s the best vocalist alive next to Frank Ocean. I would just want to make something really beautiful, some In Rainbows type stuff.

Being an artist based out of Bandcamp/Soundcloud in this day means a lot of your career is kind of born out of the internet. What are your favorite and least favorite parts about the internet and spending so much time on the internet/interacting with people on the internet/sharing yourself through the internet?

I love the internet because I can share whatever I want when I want. I don’t feel a lot of pressure because I don’t have any personal accounts on social media and never have, I always just read a lot of books and listened to records and stuff. I’m sure some people think it’s mysterious or whatever that I never cared for social media, instead opting to just read Sartre or watch old movies, but nowadays all I do is make music and play Skyrim so it’s all good. The internet gives me access to all that goodness so I can find it offline.

What are your top five favorite artists right now?

Tom Misch, Swell, quickly quickly, in love with a ghost, and Sam Gellaitry

What are your top five favorite female artists?

Sheena Ringo, Beyoncé, Aivi Tran, MISO (from club eskimo - a collective including Crush, Dean, offonoff, 2xxx!, millic, and more), and tiffi.

Do you have a favorite spot in LA that you wouldn't want to share with anyone else?

Wherever YAYAYI and JALENTUNA happen to be any given saturday night in k-town is a pretty special vibe that honestly can’t be shared even if I wanted it to be. God there was this $5 flat pho place on Western Ave. that was run by this old couple but it closed like 5 years ago, that was the best place ever and it straight up was ALWAYS empty, no one ate there. I think it was like Pho 36 haha one of those LA pho places that has a random number after it.

What are some things that you really enjoy doing for yourself? When you need to take a day for yourself, what are things that you'll usually do?

Skyrim is a go-to. It’s usually video games but a lot of times it’s just making music. You gotta understand music is like an addiction to me. I never stop thinking about sounds and I feel uneasy not making music.

So we know you like video games… what are some of your favorite video games of all time? Do you have any funny anecdotes from playing games online with strangers?

Favorite of all time is Psychonauts. Such a creative game and Scott Campbell’s art is the absolute bee’s knees. Right now my favorite is Skyrim as mentioned. I love RPG and adventure games, the immersion gets me good. I loved games growing up, played anything. I have a lot of anecdotes about gaming but I honestly can’t think of just one. Haha well when Xbox Live came out online gaming was brand new and I remember my dad getting on the headset asking people not to cuss (since I was just a kid) and THEY STOPPED. They were like “Oh sorry dude we didn’t know there were kids playing we will keep the cursing to a minimum.” Can you imagine that nowadays? It would never happen. That shit still blows my mind.

Do you play Fortnite? If so, what are your thoughts on it?

I played Fortnite with Chance, thrash, and Maru the other night and I hate it so much lol. The vibe is so terrible, the aesthetic makes me want to barf it’s so ugly. That was the only time I’ve really played it and it hasn’t been on my mind, the itch isn’t there so I guess no hype for me.

What are your favorite K-Pop bands or members?

SNSD was the OG. That old video of Sooyoung going “OP-EHHHH! OP-EH EH EH EH EH” lol that shit is so funny. I don’t follow it much anymore but MISO is the queen right now, she’s the best. I watched all of Jessica and Krystal when it came out too, that’s good stuff.

Ok I also saw on Twitter that you have a cat... tell us about your cat!

Ah yes, Seymour, the Russian Blue. He is a very handsome and beautiful man. He is a shadow in the night. Every part of him is gray except his lil tongue which is pink and his eyes which are green. He lives at my parents house so I don’t see him except at holidays, but he is my good soft boy. I think of him very often.

art from Snow Rose, by vickisigh

What would you say is your favorite track that you've produced?

“Anything Like Her” with tiffi is prob my fav. Tiffi is so cool and that song is really different sounding from other City Girl songs so I think it’s cool.

What is your favorite track off of Time Falls Like Moonlight?

“Sunset Lullaby” is probably my favorite. The second half with the acoustic and electric guitar just feels really special.

What was your inspiration for Time Falls Like Moonlight?

I make so much music, the inspiration doesn’t really ever make sense, I am inspired by everything in each moment, I am inspired by my own passion to make music. Not understanding what is going on is really important to how I work, it makes things exciting. I just want the music to make people feel loved and understood for who they are, that there is a purpose for them, a life they can live and be loved in.

When you make songs, are they ever about specific things, people, or events in your life?

Not really, it’s just all my emotions sort of bleeding into the computer. I don’t know if I could write about any particular thing, but I do enjoy imagining lots of people and situations to my music after I made it. Like oh this sounds like Moonlight Hill (from Kingdom Hearts) or this sounds like a tender look from someone or this sounds like a lonely plaza in the middle of some city. It’s all free and open to interpretation.

“Winter Fields” is one of my favorite tracks of yours... mostly because of the lovely violin part by mklachu. It's so dreamy and kind of reminds me of some of my favorite Ryuichi Sakamoto pieces, too. Can you tell us a little about this track?

It’s random but the track started as a like, flex? I was watching Joji’s Youtube aliases and god they are just awful I mean like him fucking with people and being super lewd and nasty I hate it but I was watching it anyway to like fry my brain and I thought it would be fun to make a nasty trap beat that would fit with his videos and I made “Winter Fields” (I know it doesn’t make sense at all). The song slowly got more romantic as I added piano layers the next day and then mklachu tweeted at me out of nowhere and I asked her to play over it and yeah it’s just what happens when you work on music all the time, everything going on makes it into the song.

Another one of my favorites is “Chateau Fountain.” I love the slow buildup, and then the talking portion that kind of just emerges and goes into like an acoustic drop... ahhhh.. I was wondering where that talking portion is from actually. The guy is like, "Take the flowers," and the girl is like "I’m all right!" and it sounds like an uncomfortable struggle...a common pattern in society where... men force women to do things regardless of their autonomy or feelings (ha ha). Does it have any significance to the meaning behind the track? What were your reasons for choosing to put that particular snippet in this track? It's interesting because for me, I think I'm more sensitive than the average person to these kind of power dynamics or like...oppression against women in all aspects of daily interactions or media that I consume, so when I listen to this track it's like a soft buildup to this point of conflict that is kind of grating, but then evolves back into a calming acoustic melody. That's personal, of course, but it's interesting.

DUDE YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ATONEMENT? Omg that movie is so incredible. It’s James McAvoy talking to Kiera Knightley and they have all this tension because they love each other but they can’t be together and ooooooooooooooooooh it’s so good. Their love is so beautiful and honest but it’s injected with all this tension and conflict from society and politics. I felt that snippet fit so perfectly into the emotions of the song, it’s one of the few few times I’ve used movie snippets because I felt it actually added to the track in a creative way.

How do you think you've evolved from the first songs you put out on Bandcamp/Soundcloud, and your first album Loveless Shadows, to now?

I know a lot more about mixing, especially with bass and drums. I try to make more upbeat stuff now, but honestly I still end up making a lot of downtempo stuff. I know a lot more jazz piano than I did before so that’s nice too.

What are some artists that you think are really underrated that you'd like to give a shoutout to and encourage people to check out?

frenesi is criminally underrated.

What are your goals for City Girl for the next few years?

Just put out an incredible amount of music and keep building the world of City Girl. I want people to feel relaxed and loved and understood when they listen to City Girl. Honestly I just want to expand the harmonic and melodic depth of City Girl, I want people to head bump and cry in the same track, I want to find that fusion of beautiful and funky that all great music has for me.

I know you just released an album, but besides that, do you have any upcoming events or projects your fans should be looking forward to?

I have another album finished already, but with the way vickisigh (I won’t put out something without her art on it) works it won’t be out until probably another two-three months. So by the time that comes out I’ll have another album done and so on the process repeats. So just look forward to a new album every two-three months for as long as I’m rockin in the free world.

art from Loveless Shadows, by vickisigh

Check out City Girl’s latest album, Time Falls Like Moonlight, out on Spotify, Soundcloud, and Bandcamp! They also have two other albums, Snow Rose from December, and Loveless Shadows from August that are equally as beautiful. Follow them on Soundcloud for all their music updates and on Twitter for all their promo updates!

#vickisigh #city girl #time falls like moonlight #city girl interview #loveless shadows #snow rose #ucla radio #uclaradio.com #ucla #college radio #ArtistInterview

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Did you use tongue in your last kiss? i did not since i just kissed my baby’s cheek. Does the number 23 have any significance to you? it’s jacob’s birthday, and how old i was when i gave birth to jake. Do you have any alcohol bottles in your room? nope. Does sex mean love to you? no, it does not. people can have sex without being in love, and you don’t have to have sex and can still love someone...

What’s on your left side? my grandma.

Be honest, do you like people in general? depends on the day and what people have been like that day.

Who was the last person to call you? probably my mom.

What about text? kayla. she was going to come over i think but i had to take grandma to see a house for my parents. Last time you felt like dying and why? i don’t want to go there. Have you ever turned to smoking or drinking to solve a problem? drinking, yeah, i used to do that a lot. What’s bothering you right now? eh. just our current living situation. Do you have any posters on your walls? nope. not my room. not my house. Who was the last person that left you a comment? i don’t remember. Lyrics to the song you’re listening to? not listening to music. my ipod is missing. erin is watching grey’s anatomy so i can hear that. i also hear lilli, rose, and wy playing. Get high? i’ve never gotten high and it’s not really something i’m interested in at this point. Its 4 in the morning, your phone rings who do you expect it to be? i wouldn’t have a clue. Cutest person at your school? not in school. How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? i was 23 when i had wy. Safe sex, or no sex, correct? i mean, that’d be the better idea but whatever. people can do what they want. What are you wearing right now? jeans and a tshirt. Whose the last person who asked you for money? i don’t remember. Have you ever wished someone would die? not seriously, no. What’s your favorite cereal? reese puffs. Do you like standing in front of fires? when i’m cold, yes. Have you met anyone famous? ish. they’re christian singers. What are you drinking right now? rain berry gatorade. Have you ever snuck into a movie? i have not. How old are you? 24. Do you have a pet? i do. i have two dogs. Did Cloverfield make you motion-sick? nope.

What’s your favorite color? black, blue, and gray. What’s your favorite movie? the harry potter movies. fantastic beasts and where to find them. deadpool. Are you a rain person? i am. Which of the Pirates of the Carribean was your favorite? i really liked the first one. Are you counting down the days for anything? christmas. it’s getting better. Gatorade or Powerade? gatorade. powerade tastes funny to me. When do you graduate? high school: 2012. college: 2016. Do you think the world’s gonna end December 21st, 2012? obviously it didn’t. Are you going to see the movie? i’m not sure what movie you’re talking about. Do you still blow out candles on your birthday cake? well, yes, if i have birthday candles on a cake. Have you ever genuinely used the word “indeed?” yeah... Last book you read? tales from shadowhunter academy. Do you use Google as your spell check? occasionally. Where’s your ideal vacation spot? i don’t know. i like kentucky and north carolina quite a bit. What’s your homepage? google. How tall are you? about 5′2.5″. Do you tan or sunburn easier? buuuurn. Do you care about Hollywood gossip? not really, no. What’s your ringtone? my ringtone is the same one dean has on supernatural. What movie is guaranteed to make you cry? a walk to remember. Is your toothbrush manual or electric? manual. Do your vampires sparkle & be sissies or rip people to shreds? honestly, i kind of like that stephanie meyers changed things up a little. Peas or carrots? peas. Do you laugh when you see the number 69? no. i do not. How many languages can you count to ten in? three. Subway or Quiznos? subway i guess. i’ve never had quiznos. How often do you get on Myspace now that Facebook’s taken over? never. Do you love the last boy/girl you were talking to? i do, but she’s a rotten four year old sometimes. lol. What were you doing 15 minutes ago? this.. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you? When? i don’t remember. my mom maybe? Last restaurant you went to? bob evans. Have you ever crawled through a window? yeah. a couple times. What do you spend most of your money on? things for wyatt. and food. Where were you at 1AM Sunday morning? sleeping. Ever kissed someone over 30? not romantically. Have you ever dyed your hair? a few times. Are you wearing a necklace? i’m not. i rarely do. Who is someone you wish you could fix things with? no one. Is there anything in your past that you’d like to try again? sure. Are you an emotional person? i can be. Did your parents spoil you as a child? as much as they could, but i didn’t get everything i ever wanted. which is good. How’s your heart lately? it’s okay. Are you a cuddler? with wy. baby cuddles are the best. and with phe. i love dog cuddles too. occasionally i like jacob cuddles. Will this weekend be a good one? we will see. i never know. What do you want right now? better home for us. Who can always cheer you up? wyatt. Who last hugged you? i don’t remember. Have you ever worn the opposite sex’s clothing? all the time. Are you a kissable person? jake seems to think so. What is your relationship status? married. Who was the last person to come to your house? jon and jade. Look behind you, what do you see? a wall and a bunch of random stuff. Have you ever worked in a food place? yes. hated it. What did you eat for lunch today? mashed potatoes. i shared them with wyatt. What do you think of love? it’s mostly okay. not always perfect, but nothing is. If you had to eat 1 thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? taaaacos. Do you eat junk food everyday? no. Who was the last person to touch you? wyatt. How late did you stay up last night and why? i don’t remember. but i am always awake until wy decides it’s bed time. What’s the connection between you and the last person you texted? married.

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alainawriteswwe · 7 years

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Pride and Prejudice and Wrestling - Part 3

Characters: Seth Rollins x Reader, The gang from Raw

Summary: When a superstar Hollywood actress (The Reader), interacts with WWE Superstar Seth Rollins at Monday Night Raw, sparks fly. Can Rollins overcome his pride and convince the reader to take a chance on him when she’s still recovering from a nasty scandal caused by her cheating fiancé?

Warnings: Lots of flirting, angsty longing and maybe some bad words

Tags: @caramara3 @hardcorewwetrash

– Part 3: Crazy In Love

I watched the rest of the matches with interest backstage, even though I was just a guest and could have left after my segment was done.

The next match up was Finn vs Elias with a little treachery thrown in by Bray Wyatt. I stood with Finn while he waited for his music to start. He was wearing his oh so tiny black trunks which left little to the imagination and his signature leather jacket.

Standing next to him, Finn definitely had presence. It was different than with Seth. Where Rollins had sex appeal and a twinge of naughtiness, Bálor had that X factor, that persuasive charm that could never be taught. That had its own sex appeal too.

Finn was also the epitome of cool with the turned up lapels of his jacket. Plus, I was pretty sure I could grate cheese off those abs. Oh the things you could eat off those abs.

This of course made me think of all the things I could eat off Seth’s abs too. I didn’t realize I was smiling so openly thinking about Seth until Finn pulled me from my reverie.

“Ah, here’s the lass that has been giving Rollins so much trouble tonight.” He set those stunning clear blue eyes on me and I shuddered to take a breath.

“Well, I hope I am not too much trouble. I want them to invite me back some day.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, lass. They loved you out there. You fit in real well here,” he said in that sexy brogue before looking past my shoulder. He waved at someone behind me giving them a wave and a wink.

Then he leaned in close whispering in my ear. “Besides, folks won’t give you grief about taking it to Rollins. He can be an egotistical jerk. What you see out there in the ring and on camera is not an act.”

“Oh.” I felt guilty for gossiping but I just wanted to know what was going on. “I heard there was bad blood between you and him.”

“He is a very jealous and selfish man. Always over reaching into people’s lives. Rearranging those lives as he sees fit. He can’t stand seeing anyone else get a push. Or showing great talent. He has to be first at everything. One day, if you and I meet again, perhaps I’ll tell you the things he did to me.” I touched his arm as an act of comfort. “Are you coming to karaoke? If so, you can tell me tonight.”

He took my hand in his. A sadness came over those stunning blue eyes.

“No. Unfortunately, that post-show socializing is Rollins’ domain. He has made it very clear he doesn’t want me around. And even though he is not in the title picture as The Man carrying the company right now, he still has a lot of pull around here. He could hurt my career if he wanted. I can’t jeopardize all that I have worked for by upsetting him.”

I shook my head. “That’s awful. You shouldn’t be isolated at work just because Seth doesn’t care for you or is jealous of your talent. That’s not fair.”

Finn shrugged. Those gloriously defined abs of his moving as well as he took a deep breath.

“Lots of things are not fair in the WWE, lass.”

A technician came by to tell Finn to get ready for his entrance.

“In case I don’t see you again.” He kissed both my cheeks. My hand still in his. “It was nice meeting you. Hopefully, we will meet again.” He flashed me a huge smile and then looked past my shoulder before he went through the curtain.

I turned around to see who had caught Finn’s attention behind me only to find Seth glaring at me.

The Architect’s match with Dean vs The Miztourage was up next. I wasn’t originally supposed to go out again but The Game himself, Triple H, came down and asked if I would stay ring side at the match, due to the huge pop I got earlier that night. I felt honored. They laid down how the match would go and what I should do at various points.

I felt butterflies when I went through the curtain with Seth. It was fun seeing him go through his whole entrance routine close up. It was obvious he fed off the energy of the crowd. I whooped and hollered with him just as the crowd was doing.

He leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. The look on his face was neutral but his words definitely were not. “I don’t need a hype man or a valet and I definitely do not need a cheerleader. I’m my own man.”

That popped the bubble of euphoria that was fizzing around me. I pasted a smile on my face and went down the ramp. Then Dean quickly followed with his music.

I felt deflated as we got into the match but I let it all go and soon I was getting into the story of the match. When The Miz hid behind Maryse to shield himself from attack, I pushed her to the ground, opening up the A-Lister for a double attack by Dean and Seth right through the Spanish announce table.

The rest of the match went quickly and then it was over with Seth and Dean being declared the winners. They were still wary of each other and when Seth slid out the ring and up the ramp, I let him go up by himself. Instead, I waited to go up the ramp with Dean. I was gesticulating widely with my hands to the Miztourage that Dean kicked their butts and they weren’t anything to write home about.

When we got through the curtain, Dean caught me up in a huge bear hug and then thwacked me hard on the back like I was one of the boys. “You were good out there, kid. Real good.” He looked at his friend. “What do you think Rollins, does she have it?”

“Does it matter? She’s leaving tomorrow anyway,” he stated before stalking off to the locker room.

I ignored Seth and instead focused on the fun evening to come. It would be nice to have a proper night with some girlfriends even if the guys were joining in on the karaoke. After changing into a simple pair of tight black jeans and a gold off the shoulder top, I met the girls to pile into Sasha’s rental car.

The karaoke place also offered food which was great because everyone was starving. Although Dean complained that the food had better be more than just Japanese seaweed and fish balls or he was bailing with Renee for a cheese burger.

We were shown to a private bar area in the back with lots of leather couches surrounding a large coffee table with menus and song books. There was a bar filling the entire wall with a mirror behind the couches and we even had our own private bartender.

We all huddled around and looked at the song books trying to see what songs we would do. I was looking for a song to really take it to Seth for being so cold before and after the final match. Something to show him he wasn’t sh-t and he should tone his ego down. When I got to the page of a certain pop princess I knew I had my song and my revenge.

It took awhile to start as people placed their food and drinks orders. Cesaro and Seth were nowhere to be found. Sasha was going through the long list of karaoke rules they had hammered out when Seth and Cesaro finally made their way into the large private area where we were seated.

Cesaro laughed as he came in. He always seemed so happy. “You know why I am late everyone. Mr. ‘I Have to Look Perfect’ in a baseball cap and track pants was taking forever.” He pointed at Seth who was already very vocally denying his prima donna status.

“It is important self care to look good, man. You of all people should know that Cesaro.” Seth mouthed a sorry at Sasha. Apparently for his lateness.

“All I know is that I have had dates that took less time than you to get ready,” Cesaro said as Bayley handed him her menu for them to look over together.

Seth looked at me. “Perfection takes time, right princess? And in Hollywood probably a lot of money.”

My smile didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Is that why you haven’t mastered it yet?”

Okay that was cruel but he made me mad with his snippy comments during our entrance and because he looked really delicious in those black skinny jeans that I wanted to take off him. Was everyday leg day for him at the gym?Damn him.

Instead of being offended as I intended he just thumped his hands on his chest and gave us that trademark cackle which turned into a loud feigned guffaw. He pointed to me. “Look everyone, the Princess has got jokes.”

Sasha ignored him and continued to lay down the rules while everyone dug into the shared appetizers. The Legit Boss was taking charge. She stood up to make her announcement.

“Okay. Its normal karaoke rules. Boys against girls. Losers pay for all the food and drinks tonight. Everyone will go once, then we will have a group round. Got it. And our judges tonight are Dean, Renee and Jojo.”

“Hold up, man,” Seth interjected. “How come there are two ladies as judges? That’s a disadvantage to us guys.”

Sasha rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. She was definitely signaling that she wasn’t taking any guff from the Kingslayer. “Seth you make the same argument every time. It’s best to have a odd number of judges in case they are deadlocked.”

Seth grumbled but didn’t protest anymore. He then turned his attention to complaining in his nasally voice about the song list. “There’s no pop punk in any of these song books? No Parkway Drive. Not even a lot of Paramore. How will I show off my immense singing talents?”

“If your singing talents are as big as your ego you should be the next Ed Sheeran,” I said and patted him on the back. Seth had no comeback. So I talked with Cesaro and ordered a drink from the bartender. A Coke.

Seth shook his head at my choice. “That stuff’s poison, Princess. You know that right? Empty calories, high fructose corn sugar. It will ruin that curvy figure you got going on.”

I ignored him and took great delight in sipping my soda in front of him through a straw while Seth focused on stealing a distracted Cesaro’s plate of chicken skewers.

I took a seat on the stool between them and talked to Cesaro and Bayley who were thinking of doing a duet before the competition started. Bayley seemed hesitant but was carried away by Cesaro’s enthusiasm.

“Go on and do it,” I said to them. “It will be fun.”

Bayley looked over to Seth for his advice but he just shrugged his shoulders. Cesaro convinced her though and they went off to put in their selection.

That left Seth and I at the bar. He was so close. Part of me just wanted to touch him. To lay my hand on his arm and flip my hair and flirt shamelessly. His hair was in a messy bun at the nape of his neck covered by that backwards cap that I always thought did him no favors when it cast a shadow over those gorgeous puppy dog eyes of his.

He picked up his beer and took a swig. I never noticed his hands up close before. They were large, callused from many sessions working out. His fingers, long and nimble. I wondered how it would feel to have them roam all over my body, caressing my skin. Dipping into naughty places and causing me to surrender and cry out his name.

“Why does everyone seem to need your permission to do things around here Seth? I asked.

He gave me that famous smirk of his. “Because I’m ‘The Man’.”

I rolled my eyes at him. I stole one of the already purloined chicken skewers from Seth’s plate and ate a piece. “So why do you exclude Finn? I talked to him tonight and he said he wouldn’t be welcome here because of you.”

The sexy smirk disappeared. “I wouldn’t believe everything Bálor says to you.” His eyes narrowed. They seemed accusatory. “You’re not meeting him later are you?”

I let out an angry breath. “What business of it is yours?”

He wiped his mouth with his napkin. “I’m making it my business. I saw him talk to you before his match. He made sure I saw.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “Why would he do that?”

“To get at me.”

I laughed. “That’s crazy. He’s just a nice man who you seem intent on mistreating terribly.”

“He’s jealous.”

“Jealous of what, exactly?”

“You and me.”

“There is no ‘you and me’, Seth.”

Those dark eyes drank me in from head to toe undressing every strip of clothing covering my body. “Not yet. But there will be.”

I shook my head no, even though everything in my brain was screaming yes.

“You have no shame. You know that Seth. We may have good banter but I am not a foregone conclusion. I won’t be your evening’s entertainment back in your room and I definitely won’t be responding to your poor excuse for sexting either.”

He chuckled. “So you know about that.”

“Everyone knows about that.” I poked him on the arm. “And you’re not irresistible you know.” But that was a lie. He was. He really was.

He put down his beer and pushed his plate away. “Okay. Deny it.”

“What?”

“Tell me there is nothing between us.”

“I just did.”

Seth shook his head and leaned in closer to me. “No. Tell me you don’t look at me and think about all the fun we would have in bed. Tell me that the tips of your breasts are not straining against your shirt right now because I can see that they are.”

He took my wrist in his hand. “That your pulse doesn’t quicken when I’m around. That you don’t suffer from the anticipation of what could be so damn good between us.

“Or maybe you can manage to squeak out the lie thar you don’t want me to lean in just a few more inches and kiss that very expensive lipstick off your lips…roughly. That secretly you want me to bite that full lower lip that has teased me all night.”

His hands covered my bare arms just shy of my breasts. “Tell me that you don’t want my hands to cover your breasts right now or that just the thought of my touching you, caressing every inch of you is not making you wet even as you try to form words to the contrary.”

He gave a smile but there was no triumph in it for him. But there was truth. Sincerity. “I know the signs. You want me, Princess. Even if you will not admit it. Just like I want you. We are both afflicted by this thing between us. It’s like a string of electricity coursing between you and I in waves. It’s been there all night.”

I opened my mouth to lie and deny everything he said even as my body was doing everything he said. Even though my blood heated and coursed to my core causing my body to beg for the release he could give me. Damn him.

Seth continued. “I see it Princess. Finn sees it too. He wants you. The fact that you want me galls him. He likes to be first.”

Just then the karaoke music fired up, complete with garish ‘90s looking graphics on a big screen. Seth glanced up at Bayley who was gathering her courage to take the mic with Cesaro and he smiled at her to give her courage.

The distraction of the music didn’t stop me from lighting into him though.

“That’s disgusting Seth. I’m not a toy for you and Finn to fight over. Maybe I would want someone else.” I looked up towards the stage as well. “Cesaro is super fit. Maybe I will text him later and ask him to tuck me in bed. How about that?”

“I think your spelling is off, Princess.”

He shook his head and turned back to look at me. I wanted to smack that self satisfied look from his face.

“You may appreciate Antonio’s body and maybe even his European charm but he’s not the one you want to pull your hair in bed and make you scream with pleasure. I mean like really let go. Wake the neighbors kind of stuff.”

He paused, leaning forward. His hands moved up my arms in a slow caress only to stop and gently massage my shoulders with his powerful fingers. The moment he touched me that way my body wanted to sigh in relief. “You know you are really wound up. I could help you with that.”

I broke the hold his hands had on me and pushed his massaging fingers away. Part of me wanted to cry at the loss of contact. “You are really the absolute limit Rollins. You’ve got some nerve.”

He put his hands up in surrender. “I’m just telling the truth, man.”

I wanted to argue, was looking forward to it even but any conversation was soon drowned out by the karaoke.

So Seth and I swiveled our stools to see the action at the mic as Bayley and Cesaro began their duet. They tried their best but murdered a medley of songs from Grease. Bayley seemed hesitant about her voice but was having fun while Cesaro couldn’t sing a note and didn’t care. He belted out the lyrics with gusto, hugging Bayley as they got through each verse. Even though they were terrible, everyone clapped along, hooting and hollering when the song was done.

Soon the competition began and it was all games faces from the guys and gals.

Bray was first up, singing ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ in a clear strong voice that wasn’t that bad. The Miz and Seth, on the same side for once, cheered on their fellow contestant.

“That’s how you do it man. We are gonna mop the floor with the girls. Not one of them can sing,” Seth taunted.

I turned to open my mouth and counter but Sasha got up. “Let me handle this.”

I thought she was going to taunt him back but she just got to sing. She started grooving and singing Adele and we were all speechless. Not only was Sasha a ‘Legit Boss’ in the ring but she was also one on a karaoke mic and she belted out how we could have had it all.

To his credit, Seth was the first one to hug her when she finished, kissing the top of her head. But I did hear him whisper. “We’re still gonna beat you though,” which made us all laugh.

Samoa Joe did Sinatra proud with a knock out rendition of ‘My Way’. Alexa did well with Christina Aguilera’s Genie in a Bottle, which she sold not as much through singing but through her presence on the mic and her dancing and gestures. The Miz tackled Ed Sheeran. Bayley sang a song I didn’t know from DNCE and Braun did ‘Enter Sandman’ by Metallica real justice.

Seth found his Paramore. Belting the familiar song out loudly and in between verses, cackling and heckling us girls that he could beat us all by himself because he was The Champ. When he finished he took a huge bow. And I shook my head even while I clapped for him.

It was now my turn. I was the last of the singles portion. I got up to the stage. Butterflies in my stomach. Everyone was looking at me in anticipation. Right before the music started I winked at Seth and mouthed, ‘this is for you.’ He mouthed back, ‘make it good’. He was now sitting on the couch with Sasha curled up next to him but his attention was fully on me.

I took a deep breath and began to sing, looking directly at Seth belting out the lyrics in a way that would make Britney Spears herself, proud.

Superstar Where you from, how’s it going? I know you Got a clue, what you doing? You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here But I know what you are What you are baby

It was hard to see everyone’s expressions with the lights from the stage on me but I could somehow see Seth clearly. I wanted to bask in my victory of taking Seth down in karaoke. See the anger that would appear and wipe out that ego driven expression on his face.

Womanizer, woman-womanizer You’re a womanizer Oh, womanizer, oh You’re a womanizer, baby

You, you, you are You, you, you are Womanizer, womanizer Womanizer

A smug smile was pasted on Seth’s face as I began the song, but it slowly slipped as the lyrics went on and he realized what they meant. Ahh, here we go. He was gonna be so angry. The arrogance he displayed tonight would be put in its place and fade.

Daddy-O You got the swagger of a champion Too bad for you You just can’t find the right companion

I guess when you have one too many Makes it hard, it could be easy Who you are That’s just who you are baby

But instead of the anger I wanted to relish, Seth gave me hurt. I could tell my words wounded him. Hit a mark and I felt kind of guilty but then I thought of the misery he had caused Finn and I felt like maybe Seth deserved some misery of his own tonight.

Lollipop Must mistake me, you’re the sucker To think that I Would be a victim, not another

Say it, play it, how you wanna? But no way I’m ever gonna Fall for you Never you, baby

My victory was short lived as Seth’s smile turned into a grimace for just a moment. He looked at me. There was a sense of disbelief and betrayal on his countenance. His eyes narrowed. His nose scrunched. He quickly recovered though. Pasted on a smile although underneath the surface he was embarrassed, hurt. That smile did not quite reach his eyes though.

I was horrified. This was not my intention. I just wanted to knock him down a peg. Not hit him with a finisher to do him in. My heart sank to my stomach like a stone. I was suddenly so embarrassed. The lights on the stage, way too hot. Everyone in the audience was quiet. I still had two more verses of the song. And while the audience was polite it was decidedly frosty when I got to the final verses.

When it was over and I wanted to run out the door and back to my apartment in New York and hide. But it was Seth who got up and clapped enthusiastically.

“There you go!” He yelled. That’s how you karakoke.” He pointed at me. “We are still gonna kick you girls’ butts though. Let’s see what you got for the group competition.”

I wanted to run and get a beer or just disappear but Sasha saw me make a beeline for the bar and stopped me. She was in leader mode and told us the song she picked for the group portion of the competition. It was Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies’ and Alexa and I did our best to keep up with Sasha in doing some basic choreography everyone knew from the video. The audience ate it up. Seth looked unimpressed.

We went to sit down on the couch when we finished. Confident that we were winning the night.

Seth though, wasn’t giving up. I tried to grab his attention after my botch with the Britney song but he just looked right past me. I was gutted. I had to apologize and make this right.

He gathered his final team, himself, The Miz and Somoa Joe, for the final song. Seth glanced over to Sasha.

“The last time we did karaoke you chose Rihanna for your group song. So I was fairly certain you would go with Beyonce tonight. So I figured we would fight fire with fire.”

He motioned over to the employee who was operating the karaoke music and Beyonce’s ‘Crazy In Love’ started. Seth, Joe and The Miz all took a verse. Singing their hearts out. You couldn’t help but love them as they also did the choreography from the accompanying video. But their steps were better than ours. It was obvious they had done a bit of practicing. The Architect always has a plan.

And when Seth, in full Beyonce mode leapt from the stage and sat on Sasha’s lap for a bit we all whooped and hollered. But they weren’t done. As they got to the last bit of the song they all stripped their shirts off. Flinging them to the ladies. We all stood up and cheered.

The judges didn’t take long to declare the guys the winners. Sasha was gutted but acknowledged that the final song clenched it for them. Seth was subdued in his celebration. So unlike him when he was talking trash all throughout the evening.

I tried to make my way over to Seth as he headed for the door with Cesaro. I needed to apologize. Not just so I felt better. I needed to know that I had soothed some of the pain I caused him. As I made my way after Seth as he was about to slip through the door, Dean stopped me.

“Dean. I just want to apologize to Seth,” I pleaded.

“Oh no you don’t,” Dean said. “You know you have got some nerve.” He gestured wildly at me with his hands. “You come here to Raw and we think you are pretty cool. But you are really petty. Seth may have made some mistakes but he’s our brother. You have your own scandals but no one here mentioned them tonight. I guess we are just classier than some fancy actress with fancy awards.”

Sasha butted in. “Dean. Stop. She said she was sorry.”

But Dean didn’t have to say another word. The shame I felt was pretty deep. And what was worse, I wouldn’t be able to fix this. Seth was gone.

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Hurricane Heartbreak: Harden My Heart.

A/N hey guys as this series gains more readers everyday I wanted to thank you so much for joining me on this journey of a new fandom and loving it as much as I do. as always @anotherwaywardsister this I for you and our unhealthy Dean obsession.

Pairing/ Dean Winchester X Max ( WOC) & Sam Winchester

Rating/ M

Word Count/ 2,626

Song/ Harden My Heart by Quarterflash

MAXS POV

One year later

It had been a busy month I spent almost every day looking for new kills; every time I made a flawless kill I got a new client. The more clients I had, the more money I made but the more I killed the better I became. My kill streak well surpassed 500 and all the death I had seen changed me in ways id rather not talk about. I never saw Dean again after I drove away and I made sure of it. I called May to make sure he got the things that I left for him but that was it. I meant what I said when I cut him out of my life, he may not know that but I did.

My latest Client had sent me to a small town on the outskirts of Vegas, i only had a few details and a photo to go off of. I was crouched in the catwalk of an abandoned building watching my target lift a beer from the fridge to his lips in the window of a penthouse across the street. He raised the bottle again and lie dead on the floor in the blink of an eye. I packed up my gun and stand making a swift getaway. I shouldered my backpack and pulled on my Helmet speeding off on Devil. The ride to my Hotel took about two hours. It really wasn’t a bad ride; I did my best not to let my thoughts wonder on a night like this. This night marked a year since I last saw Dean. Upon my arrival I pulled into the parking lot and right to my room on the first floor. I paid a handsome fee and bribed the manager into letting me park Devil in the room with me. Perks of being attractive and wielding a gun I suppose. I smiled to myself as I closed the door….

SAMS POV

I watched Dean Pin up his map and I got ready for bed. We’d just finished salting and burning the bones of a few spirits in a tiny town. Dean’s map went up in every Hotel we stayed at; the map showed sporadic deaths with all different causes and their locations. It was how he kept track of Max and it was the only thing that kept that locked up part of him together. As I predicted on the day she left, he drank and screwed his sorrow away and in the morning when the girls wanted more he showed them the door. I finally stopped saying anything about it when I realized I had no idea what it felt like to have the person you loved on this earth but not with you because they didn’t want to be. She never called or popped up and he never went looking for her. Sometimes he asked for her in his sleep but I had learned after the first time not to bring it up the next morning. He stood in front of the map and then picked up his keys and headed out for a night of sorrow filled drinking and empty sex.

I got dressed after my shower in the morning to find him doing pushups on the floor while last night’s girl was heading out of the door. He jumped up when he saw me and left for his morning run. I think it helped him think because Dean hated physical activity that didn’t require two naked human beings…..

Inside the dinner Dean finished his pie first as always and then started circling things in the newspaper he had in front of him.

“So how about that vacation?” I Tried.

“I already told you Sammy there’s no time for vacations.” He frowned not looking up from the paper.

I rolled my eyes and opted for looking around the diner instead and that’s when my eyes landed on her. She looked exactly the same except that she was sitting across from a man in a fancy suit. He got up and she remained at the table, paid the tab and then got up from the booth. She was walking past our table with her head down and I looked back at Dean, his head was still buried in that newspaper. I kicked Dean and his head shot up.

“Damnit Sam why the fuck did you do that!” He snapped just like I hoped he would. My name and the sound of his voice made her look up at the same time Dean did and let me tell you; if I felt like time stopped then I can’t imagine how it felt to them.

MAXS POV

“Dean?” I asked my eyes landing on the grumpy looking blonde sitting at the table I was about to walk by.

“Max?” He answered slowly and then in a flash he jumped up from the table and snatched my arm dragging me outside. We looked quite the spectacle I’m sure.

“Will you let go of me you idiot!” I pulled away from him the anger spreading heat through my body. He looked exactly how I pictured him in my mind a thousand times. His eyes looked tired and his face had stubble that made him even more handsome.

“No.” He had stopped pulling me but I knew that him dragging me outside was far from the end of it.

“No word no call, you just hopped in Annie and drove away?” his voice was low and strained.

“What else was I supposed to do? I knew you wouldn't have let me go if I had waited!” I huffed.

“IT DOSENT MATTER WHAT I WOULD HAVE DONE! ITS ABOUT WHAT YOU DID, YOU LEFT ME THERE!” He finally yelled.

“IT’S NOT LIKE I LEFT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING! I LEFT YOU A LETTER DEAN!” I screamed back.

“REALLY? A LETTER? I OFFERED YOU A LIFE WITH ME AND YOU LEFT ME A LETTER, ARENT YOU THE PATRON SAINT MAX!” He tossed his hands in the air dramatically.

“YOU KNOW WHAT I DON’T HAVE TO ENDURE THIS! IF YOU WANTED ME YOU WOULD HAVE CAME FOR ME!” the low blow slipped out before I could stop it and I turned around to huff down the street looking for my bike. He ran after me and snatched me up by my wrists.

“No, you don’t get to say that to me! YOU left Me! Just took off and didn’t look back!” He seethed; his green eyes glowed with anger and frustration. I yanked my arms away and hit him in the chest while screaming. I just kept hitting him until he clasped my hands flat against his chest.

“It’s been a whole year Dean Winchester…” My words were shaky.

“So what, I still feel the same.” He insisted.

“You don’t feel….” I said softly

“Neither do you…” He retorted and pushed my curls aside.

“Don’t.” I pushed him away.

“Why? Still scared?” He accused.

“How many women have you slept with Dean?” I Seethed feeling defensive. The look on his face told me everything I needed to know and I slapped him across the face and walked away.

“THAT’S NOT FAIR! MAX COME, BACK MAX! GOD DAMNIT MAX!” he called out to me but I kept walking. I was so angry and hurt that I felt like I was on the spinning tea cup ride at Disney.

DEANS POV

There was no way in hell that I was letting that woman get away again. I ran back to the parking lot and got in Baby intending to follow her until she stopped. I started the engine and took off. She had only made it halfway down the street and pulled into an abandoned lot when she realized I was following her. She stopped the bike and pulled her helmet off roughly sending her beautiful curls everywhere. I got out of baby and watched her while she paced back and forth.

“Max…” was the only word I could get out. At the sound of her name she stopped pacing and I took that moment to take her in. She wore a red Rolling Stones shirt with ripped black jeans that showed off her severely tattooed legs. Her boots went up to her knees and her long curly hair was blowing all over the place in the wind. She had on a brown jacket and a necklace that I had never seen before. I just wanted to run my hands over her hips and perfect ass. Even in anger my mind was in the gutter.

She uncrossed her arms “Fuck you Dean Winchester.” I held in my perverted remark and she walked up to set her helmet onto Baby’s hood.

“Please...” I said.

“You gonna beg me?” She snapped, her freckles were darker than the last time I had seen her and her brown eyes looked closer to the color of honey. I pulled her all the way in and crushed her lips against mine and just like the first time I felt like I was traveling through space. I buried one hand in her long hair and situated the other on her ass holding her to me. It didn’t take long for her to slip her tongue in my mouth and our tongues became reacquainted. She still tasted sweet with a bit of spice. There was no way I was waiting for another year to touch her again, I thought pulling her into Baby's backseat. Sliding in first I situated her on my lap and pushed her jacket off her shoulders and she did the same to me. We both sat panting heavily in our Shirts for a minute before her hands went under mine and over my torso. I yanked my shirt over my head and she followed suit, her long hair laying wildly. She looked like some exotic creature when her eyes shot up to mine. I leaned forward to capture her lips again with my own. I felt her nimble fingers undo the belt to my jeans and I slid my hands into hers, over her ass while she grinded against me.

“That’s enough fun…” I said flipping her on her back in the backseat. Her curls splayed out on the seat and I sat up between her legs looking down at her noticing that her necklace had a wooden “D” charm on it. “What?” She asked her gaze unwavering.

“Everything.” I said hearing the thickness in my voice. I knew I wanted to take my time but I didn’t know if I could. I’d waited for someone like her for a long time and now that I had her back I didn’t know where to start. I leaned down and feathered kisses down her neck and looked up to watch her sigh with pleasure. The softness of her brown skin sent my mind reeling and I knew we would be here for a while……

MAXS POV

I was standing outside Baby shimmying back into my jeans and I could feel Dean’s eyes on me. What happened in the car would stay in the car.. Forever if I had my way. It was hardly very lady-like to have sex in a public place let alone in the car of a man you hadn’t seen in an entire year. I bent down to click my boots into place when I felt hands on my behind. Standing erect I sighed and felt Deans arms go around me.

“Well hello to you too.” I smirked.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He flirted shamelessly.

“I better go.” I said turning around in his arms.

He had on a plain black shirt and his jacket was still inside the car, he really was an incredibly handsome man. His necklace caught my eye and I held the charm attached to it in my hand. It matched my own but I can’t believe he actually wore it.

“What?” he asked watching my bite my lip to prevent my face from splitting into two with joy!

“You, I can’t believe you actually put the charm around your neck.” he looked down on me with confusion.

“Where else was I going to put it?” He chuckled.

“I don’t know.. I trailed off. Dean wrapped his arms around me and settled his chin on my head.

“You did a number on me Max.” He groaned in my hair.

“Why’d you sleep with those girls Dean, I never slept with anyone… I couldn’t.” I sighed into his chest; my fists were curled into his shirt.

“I didn’t know what else to do.” He sounded so pained and raw that I was almost embarrassed to have asked.

“What are we going to do?” I pulled back looking at him.

“What do you mean what are we gonna do Max?” He frowned and I could see the temper at the edge of his eyes.

“I have to head out to a new job and so do you.” I said getting frustrated.

“No, you are not leaving again. You are coming with Sam and me and you’re gonna hunt with us. We’ll teach you everything you need to know and you can give up that hitman crap.” He said in a matter of fact tone.

“Crap? Killing people is all I have Dean and its served me well all these years. I’m not giving that up to go traipsing around the country with you and your brother!” he had seriously offended me and I made no point to hide it.

“Are you serious right now? You’re so much better than that, you don’t even know the people you kill and I’m giving you a way out!” breaking our embrace he stepped back.

“How many times to I have to say it? I don’t want out; why the fuck is that so hard for you to understand!” My fists were balled at my sides.

“What you do is wrong! That’s why and if you don’t come with me and give this life up I won’t be here when you decided to come back!”

“So what I do is bad enough for you to act like you don’t care at all?” The hurt was building in my chest and I knew that it would come out as anger at any moment.

“I will turn off everything I ever felt for you! You’ll make it so easy!” His words were like ice through my veins and for a moment I didn’t know what to say.

“THEN LEAVE!” I screamed. “That’s what you Winchesters do anyway!”

He stopped and stared at me taken aback by my answer. Maybe he was just using it as a baiting technique and really didn’t expect me to answer at all. I snatched my helmet off the hood of his Impala.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” His voice was so harsh and cold as her turned away from me got into Baby and drove off. The bastard didn’t even look back.

I lost my mind that day; as I paced back and for in that abandoned lot. I was screaming and crying, I was sitting down and standing up. I even tore off my necklace and tossed it on the ground only to pick it back up. When I finally stopped crying and screaming and my temper died down I just felt empty. I shoved my helmet on and made sure my necklace was secure before I took off on Devil. I turned on the speakers to help calm my nerves but the song that came on ended up having the opposite effect.

“I'm gonna harden my heart I'm gonna swallow my tears I'm gonna turn and leave you here”

I wish I had never met Dean Winchester….

#dean winchester #sam winchester #max #woman of color #angst #smut implied #supernatural #supernatural fic

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Taylor Swift's 15 Best Songs: Critic's Picks

From her beginnings as a country artist to her reign as a global pop star, Taylor Swift has become one of the defining artists of this century -- and that’s in large part thanks to her masterful song craft. Each era of the singer-songwriter’s career has included intricate, instantly memorable musical moments that it’s difficult to narrow down the best of the best to just 15. Yet these songs represent Taylor at the top of her game, whether it be through an extended heartbreak anthem or hilarious declaration of independence.

Here are Billboard’s picks for the 15 best Taylor Swift songs, from her self-titled debut through 1989.

15. Taylor Swift, "New Romantics"

A bonus track off 1989 that out-popped the bubblegum pizzazz of most of the standard track list, “New Romantics” finds Swift gliding alongside gooey '80s synths before pogoing on the chorus with a slew of declarative statements. “Heartbreak is the national anthem -- we sing it proudly,” she states, making “New Romantics” a spiritual cousin to the “miserable and magical” time she had on “22.”

14. Taylor Swift, "Fearless"

A song like the Fearless title track demonstrated why, even as a teenager, Swift’s songwriting was miles ahead of her country contemporaries. The lyrics include several Swiftian hallmarks -- dancing with a romantic partner in the parking lot becomes dancing with a romantic partner “in a storm in my best dress”! -- but that opening line, “There’s something ‘bout the way/ The street looks when it’s just rained/ There’s a glow off the pavement,” effortlessly creates a sense of whimsy and romance that not many artists can pull off.

13. Taylor Swift, "Mine"

The lead single from Speak Now, Swift’s follow-up to the Grammy-winning Fearless, is more muted than its predecessor’s “You Belong With Me”and “Love Story,” and understandably so: It’s a song about not just finding love but maintaining it when the meet-cute has drifted into the past. When that final chorus hits and reaffirms the caring at the heart of this Taylor Swift song, though, it’s one of her most moving moments to date.

12. Taylor Swift, "Tim McGraw"

Taylor Swift sure has come a long way from the first track on her first album, huh? Although “Tim McGraw” sounds nothing like her pop stylings, the charming debut features the same type of vocal resonance and clever wordplay that have become calling cards for Swift. Plus, the fact that she pulled off the line “When you think Tim McGraw/ I hope you think of me,” and then proceeded to become even bigger than Tim McGraw, is something to marvel at.

11. Taylor Swift feat. The Civil Wars, "Safe and Sound"

The bad news is that one of the very best Taylor Swift songs, the dark, devastated “Safe and Sound,” is not featured on any Taylor Swift album. The good news is that we live in a playlist-friendly culture, and that this collaboration with The Civil Wars for the first Hunger Games soundtrack can be included in any mournful collection of your choosing. A song about protection amidst terror, “Safe and Sound” features Swift’s voice at its most shattered, her best efforts pummeled by the marching drums outside her door.

10. Taylor Swift, "Our Song"

What if Swift had resisted the allure of pop music and committed to a lifetime of fiddle-filled country jams? We’ll never know the answer, but “Our Song” is a gloriously twangy testament to what Taylor once was, before her lyrical ability to find music in everyday life was translated to a different genre. Here, the bubbly words give way to the lush arrangement, which encapsulates the exuberance of first experiencing the world with a romantic partner.

9. Taylor Swift, "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together"

Years after its release, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” remains bitingly funny, an eye-roll of a pop song about a boy who just doesn’t get it through his thick skull that it’s time to move on. Swift deftly balanced sarcasm with the sincerity of the hook and nails one of her first pronounced attempts at mainstream pop (which became her first single to hit No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart).

8. Taylor Swift, "Teardrops on My Guitar"

Poor Drew: The object of Taylor’s affection in “Teardrops on My Guitar” has a soon-to-be superstar longing for him and he’s totally unaware. The standout from Swift’s debut LP boasts the type of nuanced songwriting that would eventually make Swift a sensation, and while the “I secretly like him but he likes her and he’ll never know how much I like him” dynamic is repeated throughout her catalog, “Teardrops” captures that resignation within a handful of striking images, most notably the title phrase.

7. Taylor Swift, "Blank Space"

There aren’t too many pop songs that turn on a dime in the middle of the second verse, but just as her unhinged character in the “Blank Space” video unravels midway through, so does Swift at the song’s center, diving into self-deprecation and mocking her well-documented romantic history outside of music. “Blank Space” works as far more than satire, though: snappy and uncluttered, it’s a fantastic sing-along dotted with quotable moments (“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend,” “Boys only want love if it’s torture”).

6. Taylor Swift, "Love Story"

It takes guts to name a song something as bold and straightforward as “Love Story,” but Swift’s breakthrough single makes good on the “story” part of the equation by unfolding a modern-day parable that somehow never slips over the edge into full-on cheese. Perhaps it’s the earnestness of Swift’s performance as a heroine searching for an escape route with her Prince Charming and finally realizing that reality can make room for their tale. Out of the millions of love stories in the history of pop music, “Love Story” stands out.

5. Taylor Swift, "Mean"

Simply put, a pitch-perfect rebuke of bullying. The Speak Now single posits that living well is indeed the best revenge, as Swift bashes her early detractor by predicting that her future is bright, while their future only contains minor victories (and a huge helping of meanness). Swift sings “Mean” in first person, but it’s not really for her -- this is a song for people who feel belittled and beaten down by others, who look to someone like Swift for uplift and assurance. “Mean” is designed to shout along with cathartically, and it succeeds.

4. Taylor Swift, "State of Grace"

A bulldozer of an opening to Red, “State of Grace” is Swift’s most sonically towering track ever recorded; it’s a good thing that its author headlines arenas, because no small room could contain this song’s might. Instead of relying on lyrical detail, Swift stacks guitar lines upon propulsive drums and lets the whole thing rip; instead of opting for a wordy chorus, the hook here echoes with conciseness: “I never saw you coming/ And I’ll never be the same.” At nearly five minutes in length, “State of Grace” stays exhilarating start-to-finish and will be one of Swift’s most enduring non-singles ever.

3. Taylor Swift, "Dear John"

One of the (many) reasons any man should think twice about screwing over Taylor Swift: She is capable of penning a visceral, eviscerating takedown as potent as any hip-hop diss track. “Dear John,” a mangling of ex-beau John Mayer, is nearly seven minutes of simmering anger -- but it never feels exploitative or unyielding, instead exploring the feeling of being taken advantage of and punctuating each chorus with a sorrowful “I should’ve known.” Swift uses “Dear John” to turn the gut-punch of being led astray into a clenched fist and declaration of survival. “I took your matches before fire could catch me,” Swift spits at her beloved-turned-enemy. And we, the listeners, simply get to sit back and watch the fireworks.

2. Taylor Swift, "Style"

“Style” is all about the details: the hints of the guitar lick in the verses, the echoing vocals of “out! of! style!” on the chorus, the tension in Swift’s voice when she debates telling her guy that it’s time to leave, the way “James Dean/daydream” and “red lip/classic” are perfect rhymes positioned on top of each other, the release of the “take me hooooome” on the bridge. On an album filled with very good-to-terrific pop songs, “Style” is the most finely manicured, the most well-produced, the most fully realized -- and still, the most affecting. Decades from now, musical anthropologists will study how pop could be this perfect.

1. Taylor Swift, "You Belong With Me"

Throughout the twists and turns of her career, Swift has changed sounds, collaborators, personas and approaches, but has not -- and perhaps will never -- eclipse the magnificence of “You Belong With Me.” Credit the song’s simplicity, echoing the thematic concept of “Teardrops on My Guitar” but amplifying the high school heartache and polishing the hook so that it never floats back down after leaving the ground. There are so many things to love within “You Belong With Me,” from the high heels/sneakers dichotomy to that double handclap during the bridge, but more than anything, it’s quintessential Taylor, the ultra-relatable protagonist who can sum up complex feelings in a vocal run or quick turn-of-phrase. “You Belong With Me” has been her defining song for years, and that’s because it’s her best.

ts1989fanatic I guess it’s all in the eye of the beholder or ear of the listener to decide what your own top 15 Taylor songs are. I have to say that most of these would make mine, maybe not in the same order as this list but close.

As for the article itself it’s nice to have someone acknowledge Taylor for her writing ability without slamming her for something or other in the same piece.

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4K Celebration Bon Jovi Challenge!

I hit 4K!!!! Which is absolutely incredible! So to celebrate the occasion I figured why not combine two of my favorite things in a challenge, Bon Jovi and Supernatural!

Here’s how this is going to work. Below the cut will be 5 songs from each studio album Bon Jovi has released, you guys will pick a song and go from there! All of the official rules as well as the song list is under the cut.

Because I love these things SO MUCH I’m doing something I’ve never done before with this....I’m writing a fic for this challenge myself! That’s right I’m writing my own fic for my own challenge with a song I have already picked (you guys won’t know what it is until the story is posted)!

I am so excited for this you have no idea!!!! Now, without further ado, on to the rules and songs!

Rules and Regulations

No need to be following me, this is open to everyone. But seeing as it’s a follower celebration a follow would be nice :)

Send me an ASK with your song choice (along with a backup) and your pairing of choice. Reblogs or replies with entries will be ignored. Asks with out pairings indicated will be ignored. It just makes everything easier for me to keep track of this way.

I will be answering these asks privately so I don’t clog up everyone’s dashboards, which means no entering on anon. If you want to enter and will be posting on a side blog just let me know the name of the blog in your ask.

The song MUST be used some way in your fic. Want the lyrics to inspire your plot? Perfect. Want the song to be playing on the radio? Excellent! It has to be incorporated in some way, I’m not picky about how hahaha.

Use the tags #Ash hits 4K & #bon jovi challenge within the first five tags on the post

Be sure to mention that the fic is for my challenge as well as tag me in the actual post.

All pairings are welcome (ie. reader insert, OFC, ships) as well as characters or actors. Please keep in mind that I do not read male reader, destiel, wincest, samifer and other things of that nature. So, think about that when you’re submitting your pairing.

Sign ups will end at 12pm EST on Friday April 28th, or until all songs are taken - whichever comes first.

Entries will be due by 11:59pm EST on Tuesday July 11th (my birthday! yay!!!! -fun fact it’s also Richie Sambora’s birthday!-). If you need an extension at any point or need to drop out just shoot me a message chances are I’ll say yes -- we all have lives and things get in the way so I totally get it.

I will do my best to keep the song list as up to date as possible by crossing out songs as they are taken.

HAVE FUN! I want you guys to enjoy this!

I think that just about covers it for the rules! If you have an questions feel free to drop an ask! Now let’s move on to the songs!!

Bon Jovi

Runaway

Love Lies

Break Out

Burning For Love

Get Ready

7800 Degrees Fahrenheit

In and Out of Love

The Price of Love

Always Run to You

To the Fire

Secret Dreams

Slippery When Wet

You Give Love a Bad Name

Livin’ On a Prayer

Wanted Dead or Alive

Raise Your Hands

Let It Rock

New Jersey

Bad Medicine

Born to Be My Baby

Homebound Train

I’ll Be There For You

Love For Sale

Keep the Faith

In These Arms

Bed of Roses

I Want You

Blame it on the Love of Rock & Roll

These Days

This Ain’t a Love Song

Lie to Me

Damned

Something to Believe In

Diamond Ring

Crush

It’s My Life

Thank You For Loving Me

Next 100 Years

Captain Crash & The Beauty Queen From Mars

One Wild Night

Bounce

Everyday

Misunderstood

All About Lovin’ You

Right Side of Wrong

Bounce

Have a Nice Day

Who Says You Can’t Go Home

Last Man Standing

Last Cigarette

Story of My Life

Lost Highway

Summertime

(You Want To) Make a Memory

We Got it Going On

Whole Lot of Leavin’

The Circle

We Weren’t Born to Follow

Work For the Working Man

Live Before You Die

Love’s the Only Rule

Fast Cars

What About Now

Because We Can

What About Now

Pictures of You

That’s What the Water Made Me

Thick as Thieves

This House is Not For Sale

Born Again Tomorrow

Roller Coaster

New Year’s Day

God Bless This Mess

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For You.

As you know lately we have not seen eye to eye on many of our situations but babygirl i hope the selection of these songs can help you establish how i truly feel about you. If not, here is a track by track explanation of each track;

https://open.spotify.com/user/fxckrr/playlist/1WLA19pZZzTqHHGqdeERcR

Ivy - I started off with this track because its crazy how much a song can explain how it felt to hear ‘i love you’ for the first time. This song speaks about how feelings deep within your heart matter more than anything that occurs around us. This song explains how relationships change throughout time but if your heart is still in it, everything is perfect. No matter what we go through our love/hearts will always be in this love until we die, no matter how much we fight, cry or bleed for this love. It is pure.

Nobody’s Business- this song speaks on our love. Our love is only our business, when others got involved it only destroyed us and drove us away from each other. We will always be each others no matter what happens. But what happens between us, how much love we share towards each other is the only thing that matters. I’ll love you and how much i love you only matters when it comes to us. You’ll always be my forever. Your love has become my addiction, without it i will not be complete.

Pink + White - It basically explains the happiness i feel towards you, how my whole perspective on life & the world changed when you came into my life.

Violet - The track describes to never sell yourself short of the love you deserve, because you are beautiful inside and out. I will always give you the life and love you deserve. Violet is such a lovely colour itself, it brings happiness to someone, its soft but also pure, which describes you. Flowers need sun to grow, it is never easy to make something grow just like our love, we have to work on our situations to flourish like violets do in a field.

Love on the Brain - i don't care how hard this love gets, it will be the only love on my mind.

Thinkin Bout You - This song describes how my mind feels when i either believe I'm going to lose you or love you forever. I only shed tears when i think about losing you to anyone or the past you have endured during this life but i promise you if we live day by day, forever wont be so far away.

Invite Me - our love can be difficult it can drive us away from each other and drive us crazy but i promise if we invite each other in our hearts and our minds we will be able to handle anything that comes at us.

Won’t Live Here - This one hits me with my past and how i am still a good person after it all and how i am able to love harder than i ever have with you. I will conflict you, make you confused but i promise you that even though I'm misunderstood my love will come from my heart everyday we spend together never from my touch or lust. I may lust for you but my drive is from my love. Please never give up on me when my depression hits, when i cant make up my mind, because ill still always be in love with you.

Ryd - This song shows the love driven lust i have for you and how sex will always be more than just hooking up it will always be more complex than that.

My Favourite Part - you are the favourite part of my day, my life, my future. you make everything so sweet sounding even when you're mad at me. Baby every part of you is loved no matter how much you hate yourself or parts of you.

Seventeen- This song played in my head when the shit with my ex was going on, it played in my head that we would be stuck with her but we would make the best of it and you would endure anything if it meant being with me.

Get You- No matter what life throws in our direction, you will always be my everything, you will own my heart. You are my stability, nothing could ever make me leave your side because i realized that my future is you.

C U Girl- no matter the distance between us whether its when I'm 5 minutes away or miles away, i will always make effort to see you, to hear your voice, your laugh etc.

Dark Red- to me this song symbolizes the pain/depression that could sweep myself upside down and how i hope that through that pain you never leave me because you are the only cure to that pain.

Part II (On the Run)- Our love keeps us running, it drives us crazy, everyone hates us together because were perfect in our own way. just because our love is slowly destroying everyone around us does not mean we are leaving each other. were natural born lovers who found each other. We have dark pasts but our futures will be dark together.

Fucking Young/Perfect- even though youre younger than me, i cant help but wanting you. craving you in every single way. Id go to jail for you if it meant for a minute of your loving.

Ride of Your Life- My love, the real kind of love I'm giving you is changing your life either in a good way or bad way. I don't even care we can love recklessly no one else matters in this love but you & i.

All That Matters- I'm sure of my love & passion towards you. Whenever we have our faults in this relationship and you leave i don't feel complete. You are the only thing in this life that truly matters apart from my family. you’re my other half.

Silkk Da Shocka- everyday with you is a new lesson learned, a new moment shared. I promise that you complete me, even when i don't believe in your love, i know you wouldn't be in this for so long if you didn't love me.

Take Care- I know that the past you have ruins your mind everyday, the reputation that was built from that but i promise with my help we can rid all those wrongs we can love harder than any pair before us. i know we can make anything right even if its wrong.

We Belong Together- I cant imagine myself with anyone else, when i think of my future i see you in it, no one else. I cant stand the thought of anyone else in my bed, in my heart or my head. you are my forever, my soulmate, my partner in crime, my little ball of happiness that cannot be taken away from me.

Trust- if we trust that this love will make us then it will. Everything is based off this simple thing, we both have issues but if we believe in each other, we can make this go on forever. We can grow trust for each other, we can always make it through our pain.

Adorn- Everything i love about you, i adore, i want to feel every inch of you, i want to lock my eyes with yours right before we kiss. If you let me do that, i promise you every time i touch you, you will feel adored.

Luh You- We met in an odd way but baby have i ever realized you were the missing piece in my life. I don't know if in a past life we were together but we love like we've been in love for years. I promise you i will love you every waking moment i spend on this earth.

Die For You- I’d give up my life for you, if i had to. A life without you is one i hope to ever witness because 18 years without you was already too many years away from your beautiful loving self.

The Feeling- you make me feel so many things, you created such an impact on my life when i cant even describe what you exactly did but i promise you it happened. Every time we speak , i fall in love so many times over again, you keep me around by just being so fucking lovely.

Change Me- Again you changed me for the better, you saw through the damaged pieces of my past, and accepted those faults to love me to the fullest. I have never met someone who has changed me for the better like you have through my addictive habits that I'm so willing to give up. You made everything seem easier to handle when you speak to me in your soft voice when i get upset. Thank you for everything that you are so unaware of.

As You Are- The emphasis is that our love is ours. No one else in our lives will ever be able to rip us apart. i promise you it will always be just you & i in this love.

Get Used To It- You will get so use to me loving you in a proper way that it will become your addiction. There will never be a moment when i don't daydream/think/adore you because i am so utterly in love that i cannot explain how you make me feel. You make everything feel so amazing when you just speak to me.

Scene One- James Dean & Audrey Hepburn- we will be an iconic love story, we will make our families cry with how pure and wholesome our love is for each other. you will always be my other half, you are what i dreamed about for years. I cant be away from you at all, it drives me crazy when I'm not speaking to you. Im so broken inside but you make me so whole.

After all these songs, i feel like i have not even touched the real love i feel within myself. i hope as the months & years go by, you will be able to see how true my love for you is, or even how i will do anything to make you happy.

#personal #her

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