#runghost

this is my last year’s big bang:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4216827/chapters/9532680

DONT FLEEEEE, ///tackles you in a hugggg

Your side is @babybutterflybreath, right?  

EITHER WAY, thank you for your super kind words.  This makes me want to close all the tabs I have open that are distracting me from actually writing my big bang.   

Thank youuuu.  

yes, would you like it to be linked to your main blog or the sideblog? i’m going to assume sideblog but message me if you want that changed <3

cas x gabriel (the hug in season 9 im just emotional)

Hey!! Thanks for joining, Hayley <3 x

AHHHH!!!! REALLY?! I don’t know why but people saying they cry reading my fics is top compliment by faaaaar!<33 I liked writing Red Velvet Cake and I’m really happy you enjoyed it ;u; at the end it all worked out for J2, even if Jensen thought he was in a one-sided and unrequited love pit for the longest time, just a little suffering before getting Jared ;D

Hey sweetcheeks ♥. Unfortunately, I can’t say/predict this, sorry. I am 3,4k into it but it might easily take some more weeks to wrap up. Here’s a little sneak peek to maaaybe pass the time just a little bit better.

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Jared bites his lip. "You can look now."

How beautiful Mr. Ackles' lashes drag heavenwards when he opens his eyes. All slow, all elegant. Like a poem, a movie in slow motion, just for Jared.

Jared's dick throbs underneath his stacked palms because Mr. Ackles' eyes are dashing all over him, quick and unable to decide, and because Mr. Ackles' lips part just a little, as if he needed to breathe through his mouth.

Yes. Look at me.

Just when Jared wants to start talking because Mr. Ackles seems to absorbed, his English teacher asks if Jared likes what he picked out. "I love it," Jared corrects, and it comes out choked because Jared's throat is full of so much more. His eyes feel full, too, but Mr. Ackles is smart and would know any tear from Jared now would be because of happiness. "They're beautiful. I don't know what to say. They're all so beautiful, Mr. Ackles."

Jared can barely swallow but has to when Mr. Ackles seems to start moving, leans in closer to Jared. Jared sat far away from the armchair with intention, in order not to scare off poor Mr. Ackles who is way too nice to Jared anyway. Who wouldn't have to be that nice or nice at all but is the sweetest, the kindest. "And the sizes?" Jared's sweetheart asks, all eager and consumed as if he really was concerned about it, as if he really wanted to know. "Are they alright? I wasn't sure, uh, what to get, so I..."