#ended it

[supertransural]

they laughed at us for our gross incompetence in letting go, but the mighty gods in the production offices are sisyphus incarnate. rolling out cons. up that hill. forever

[agirlwhodarestodreamx]

Its safe to say this year is not going how i thought it would...

[karizmatik]

tonight i took a stance, stood up for myself & i’m not going to look back. times up. 

[waltzformula]

Hey I know this is really sudden and you just came back and this is really rude but are you possibly going to update insanity love?

It’s okay bubs don’t worry about it. Atm, I’m debating between going back to my old fics or just starting fresh, so I’ll make sure to update you guys on what I decided on soon! 

[enbeees]

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[deanhugchester]

Dean/Aaron Bass, 16!

"No agent, I didn't see anything that night." Aaron looks up at Dean through his thick eyelashes. Dean tries to ignore the fluttering beneath his breastbone, but it's impossible. When Aaron stares at him that way...

"I don't believe you're telling the truth. I can have you thrown in prison for obstructing justice, you know." Dean positions himself just in front of Aaron, his hands on his hips. 

A flash of a smirk across Aaron's face. He leans forward, his face a hair's breadth away from Dean's crotch. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to... change your mind, agent?"

Warmth floods Dean's face, and he leans down. Capturing Aaron's lips with his own, they kiss. Dean's thumb traces a tiny pathway on Aaron's cheek. For some reason, this is Aaron's favorite roleplaying game. 

"Dean..." Aaron breathes.

"Agent," Dean warns, and Aaron's eyes widen. Dean softens the admonition with another kiss, and Aaron's hands find their way to his belt buckle.