The Weight Of Living Master List

The Weight Of Living Chapter 1

The Weight Of Living Chapter 2

The Weight Of Living Chapter 3

The Weight Of Living Chapter 4 coming soon

sometimes a bitch jus want a love letter u know

merry crisis everyone

you can only reblog this in the six (6) days between the two (2) occasions

what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck

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I’m convinced he a nature demigod or be using pheromones

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Masterpost

Summary: You’re nineteen when you get your first recurring acting role in season twelve of Supernatural. There’s an instant attraction between you and Jared, despite the age difference, but he won’t act on it because of Genevieve. When you meet Gen, she gives you the permission to act on your desires. Jared’s whispered confessions of love have your head spinning, until Gen insists that it’s more than okay.

Part One (smut)

Part Two (angst)

Part Three (smut)

Part Four (smut)

Part Five (angst) 

Part Six (angst)

Part Seven (smangst)

Part Eight (flangst)

Part Nine (fluff)

Part Ten (flangst)

Part Eleven (flangst)

Part Twelve (flangst)

Part Thirteen (flangst)

Part Fourteen (fluffy smut)

Part Fifteen (flangst)

Part Sixteen (angst)

Part Seventeen (fluff) 

Part Eighteen (flangst)

Part Nineteen (flangst)

Part Twenty (fluff)

Part Twenty-One (fluffy smut)

Part Twenty-Two (flangst)

Part Twenty-Three (angst)

Part Twenty-Four (flangst)

Part Twenty-Five (flangst)

Part Twenty-Six (flangst)

Part Twenty-Seven (fluff)

Part Twenty-Eight (angst)

Part Twenty-Nine (fluff)

Part Thirty (flangst)

Part Thirty-One (flangst)

Part Thirty-Two (flangst)

Part Thirty-Three - in progress

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Everyone who reblogs this will get a sick ass skeleton in their submit. Every. Single. One.

If brains are biological computers, why don’t we lag?

You can’t tell me you’ve never walked into a room and forgotten why you’re there or lost a train of thought for a few seconds

Once when I was driving home from school I had a brief moment of panic because I thought I’d forgotten my car at school

kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”

no you cant.  you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper.  i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A.  you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies

Saving It All

Pairing: Jealous!Dean x Virgin!Reader, Sam x friend!reader Word count: 3,505

Part 1 of Don’t Touch Her

The one thing you didn’t exactly tell people when you met was that you were a virgin. When people found out, they looked at you differently, judged you. So, you kept it to yourself. No one made you feel the urge to tell them.

Until now.

You were sitting on your bed in the bunker with Dean. His lips moved perfectly with yours. His hand moved into your hair, holding the back of your head. The two of you moved until he was half laying over you. His thigh was between yours, and you rolled your hips against him.

Feeling his hand move down to your hip,  his thumb brushing under your shirt, you gripped his wrist. He pulled back, his jewel-like green eyes looking into yours, an unspoken question. Licking your lips, you took a deep breath. It wouldn’t be fair to not tell him. “Dean, I need to tell you something.” You said quietly. “I-I’m a virgin.” You were shaking slightly. “Dean?” You breathed, hoping that he would say something.

His jaw clenched and he moved off of you. You moved to rest on your elbows and watched him walk out the door, slamming it behind him. Falling back, you covered your face with your hands. Your body shook with silent sobs. Of all the reactions he could have had, that wasn’t the one you expected.

Sam was in the kitchen when Dean came in, grabbing a beer. “I thought you were going to talk to her?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at his older brother.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He ground out, popping the tab on his beer. The last thing he wanted was being that memory. That was a special gift that should be given to someone worthy. Not someone broken, someone who destroyed everything he touched. He couldn’t do that to you, you deserved the sun, the moon, everything. And now, he probably cost them their friendship.

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Reading Group

Pairing: Crowley x Reader Word count: 2,081 Warnings: None Request: @elvirateaqueen13 Hey!So i hear you want a request, so could you do a Crowley x reader? So the reader has been friends with Dean&Sam for a while,so they know about Crowley and such, but during the time that they have him chained up in the Bunker, the reader decides to talk to him because she knows what it’s like to be alone in a room by yourself for hours (reader referring to a mental ward), so she reads to him and stuff just because she understands being alone, making Crowley start to have a soft spot them. A/N: Those are the actual lines from those stories.

“You sure you got this, Y/N?” Dean asked, shifting his weight between two feet. Him and Sam were called in to help a fellow hunter a few hours away. However, the King of Hell was currently being held in the basement. Despite the bunker being pretty demon proof, they didn’t want to risk leaving him there by himself. While you weren’t a hunter, you were aware of everything. You’d been friends with them forever it seemed, so they finally filled you in about a year ago. Or course at first, you had been shocked, and didn’t believe them. You thought that you were going crazy or something. Not a fun feeling. You’d been in a mental hospital for part of your youth, and did not want to go back.

Chuckling, you nodded. “Well, he is in a devil’s trap, right?” Dean nodded. “And he doesn’t require food?” Again, he shook his head. “Then I don’t really have to go down there, do I?”

Sam sighed and shrugged. “We just worry, ya know?”

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Masterpost

Summary: You’re nineteen when you get your first recurring acting role in season twelve of Supernatural. There’s an instant attraction between you and Jared, despite the age difference, but he won’t act on it because of Genevieve. When you meet Gen, she gives you the permission to act on your desires. Jared’s whispered confessions of love have your head spinning, until Gen insists that it’s more than okay.

Part One (smut)

Part Two (angst)

Part Three (smut)

Part Four (smut)

Part Five (angst) 

Part Six (angst)

Part Seven (smangst)

Part Eight (flangst)

Part Nine (fluff)

Part Ten (flangst)

Part Eleven (flangst)

Part Twelve (flangst)

Part Thirteen (flangst)

Part Fourteen (fluffy smut)

Part Fifteen (flangst)

Part Sixteen (angst)

Part Seventeen (fluff) 

Part Eighteen (flangst)

Part Nineteen (flangst)

Part Twenty (fluff)

Part Twenty-One (fluffy smut)

Part Twenty-Two (flangst)

Part Twenty-Three (angst)

Part Twenty-Four (flangst)

Part Twenty-Five (flangst)

Part Twenty-Six (flangst)

Part Twenty-Seven (fluff)

Part Twenty-Eight (angst)

Part Twenty-Nine - coming between September 17th-20th (3k, fluff)

Part Thirty - in progress

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Run // M.C

I never meant to be like this. 

But when he told me that he loved me I couldn’t help but not believe him. He had done everything anyone could possibly do to prove that he loved me. Yet my mind wouldn’t let my heart take the wheel.

So that’s why I’m here. Running through the crowded streets of L.A. All because my mind won’t let me believe that he meant those three words. All because of my own insecurities. 

“You can’t keep running from this.” Michael called out from close behind me, causing me to pick up my pace. I could tell I was hurting him,the way his voice cracked at the end of his sentence told it all. My heart knew he must have meant those words, why else would he be running after me?

A big calloused hand wrapped around my small wrist and spun me around. In front of me stood a sweaty, and slightly red Michael Clifford. His forehead had drops of sweat slowly starting to form and his emerald green eyes looked tired. But somehow I could tell that him running wasn’t the only thing making him tired.

“Talk to me, whats wrong? Is it me? Did I do something?” He asked in a soft voice. His tired eyes seemed more glossy than they were a minute ago… 

I really was hurting him…

“Mik- Michael, you haven’t done anything… its me.” With that I pulled my wrist from his hand and ran into the night, hoping that he would be okay, hoping that he’d understand it wasn’t his fault at all.

I never meant to be like this.

But I am like this.

Weeks later I woke up in a sweaty bed, with a stranger’s arm wrapped around my naked waist. Why was I like this? Night after night a new liquor with a new stranger. Night after night a new pain a new hole in my being that won’t ever go away. Why is this the only kind of love that feels safe to me?

The only kind of love I can accept…

I slowly pushed the sleeping mans arm off of my naked body. Being careful to not wake him I got out of the torn up bed and walked over to the little nightstand in the far end of the small room. I grabbed my phone, turning it on to see the time. The only thing on my now lit phone that caught my attention was the twenty-five missed calls and the forty-seven texts… all from Michael. I quickly turned off the phone as I started looking for my clothes. After finding all of my clothes and putting them on I slide out of the dark room, knowing that the stranger lying in the bed would never see me again. 

As I walked down the empty streets of Anaheim I scrolled through each text he had sent me. All of the texts consisted of him apologizing and asking me what had happened, of him telling me how much he cared for me. This had been going on everyday since the day I ran from him.

I sighed out loud. It was time for me to put an end to this, once and for all.

“I’m sorry Michael but I can’t believe you when you say you love me. Someone will love you, I just know it, but someone isn’t me.” I text to him.

I never meant to be like this.

But I am like this.

This is not something I can fix.

Two months have gone by now, Michael has stopped texting and calling me and I’m in a relationship. Does the guy I’m with make me happy? No, but he distracts me enough to the point were I can pretend that I’m happy. You see, he’s the kind of guy that i’m use too, the emotionally unavailable type. He’s the type of person im use to behaving around, i’m use to the feeling of needing to cater to his every word. Maybe if I do that I can receive the type of love I long for.

But the funny part of that logic is that if I ever receive that love, I get scared and I’ll run.

Just like I did with Michael.

My boyfriend Cameron and I sat across from each other in the small dinner. He was rambling on and on about how distant I’ve been lately, but I wasn’t truly listening to his rant. Instead I was focused on the raspy voice playing over the speakers.

I've missed your calls for months it seems, 

Don’t realize how mean I can be,

I just ignored him, he poured his heart into those texts and I ignored him… That was cruel of me, and when I replied it was only to break his heart. My thoughts had carried me away from the song and now the chorus was playing.

Sorry that I can't believe,

That anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me.

This song was playing from my heart, describing how I felt perfectly. My own insecurity and anxiety is a demon held within.They attack my chances of anything good happening. Verse two had started and now it was just me and this song. Nothing else in the world mattered in that moment.

I run away when things are good,

I never really understood,

The way you laid your eyes on me,

In ways that no one ever could,

And so it seems I broke your heart,

My ignorance has struck again,

I failed to see it from the start,

And tore you open ‘til the end.

This song playing was not a coincidence, this meant something. It was a message. I stood up from the table interrupting Cameron’s ongoing rant and pulled out my phone. I quickly dialed his number in and waited for him to hopefully pick his phone up.

“Y/n?” He asked in disbelief from the other end. My heart started pounding in my chest. He was something good that I know I didn’t deserve in my life, but I’ll be damned if I don’t at least try.

“Mikey I love you, I’ve always loved you. I ran away from you that night because I knew I loved you and I was too scared to let anything become of it.” I explained over the phone as Cameron looked at me with shock and anger. Nothing was heard over the phone for a moment.

“I love you too. Where are you? I want to see you, I’ll come pick you up.” He excitedly spoke into the phone. My heart was doing somersaults as I started to walk out of the dinner.

“Im five minutes away from your house. No need to pick me up, I can run.” 

I never meant to be like this.

But I am like this.

This is not something I can fix.

But I’ll be damned if I don't try to.

i put jergens natural glow on one part of my arm to see what would happen and now i regret it

Wow she really needs to shave her legs

im a fucking man #whyineedfeminism

I just need whatever u put on your arm… I don’t tan at all… Ever.

i literally said what it was

this post is such a fucking mess

Is no one going to talk about the perfect rectanglular shape this thing makes on her arm

i literally said i was a man already why is this still happening

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