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So yeah 6th grade that's where I really changed, the cyst, my dads gf and my mom being in Iraq. Well that's also the year I learned that when I'm angry I go into a frenzy, aka I black out. Now okay 6th grader blacking out big deal let him or her yell and scream and lash out until he or she calms down. Wrong, turns out I have a trigger, my trigger is seeing people being abused or when women are being attacked by men (emotionally or physically), I have this "savior" complex I guess but it runs a little bit deeper than just an ego, turns out I actually react at an emotional level where I black out and become a different much more brutal version of myself. (This has only happened twice in my life almost 3 times.) The first time is when I saw a kid punching and slapping another (both 6th graders the one getting hit my fluffy ginger friend the other kid is the little brother of the kid I body slammed in football when I played, see told you to remember him.) Now when I think 6th grader I think bundle of energy, they're loud and crazy but not dangerous unless they have some kind of weapon. Well I decided to stand up to said bully and warned him if he touched my friend again I'd hurt him (now I didnt think I actually would, honestly I was hoping he would just stand down and leave him alone but that didnt happen), the kid laughed in my face then punched my friend in the face so I punched the kid in the gut and he slapped me. I don't know about anyone else but I HATE being slapped in the face, ladies please just punch the guy don't slap him unless you can knock him out with a slap, because that's my only other trigger is being slapped in the face. The reason why that triggers me is because I see it as a sign of disrespect, that the other person doesn't consider me to be there level so I don't deserve an actual hit. Well I cried instantly, I hated being slapped it made me so angry, last thing I remember is charging at the kid and ducking his swing and slamming one home right to his left eye, then....black. Nothing,10 minutes of me pounding on this kid and I don't remember anything past ducking and punching him once. Now if you ask the crowds of people the majority will say I kicked his ass but the majority were kids that were in 6th and 7th grade, afraid of disagreeing with the kids older brother and his bully friends so you could never get them to say anything in front of them. Sure I could take on a kid my size but someone who has 2 years on me? Hell no xD. One side will tell you that I was kind of like an animal, growling and punching, throwing this kid into cars and fighting like someone who knew what they were doing. The older kids? The ones who were friends with his older brother no chance in hell, they all say he beat me senseless and I was stumbling all over, but one problem with their story, I had NO bruises. Not a single one, but the other kid? Two black eyes and a fat lip, so I believed the stories about how I threw him around like a ragdoll and ignored the kid saying "he kicked my ass". As he held and ice pack to his face XD. Oh and this all happened in the school parking lot, I only got like 2 weeks of after school detention and was told to stay away from the kid because the principle was afraid that I would hurt him again hahaha :). So yeah 6th grade was an interesting year, I also fought some other kid but I didnt black out for that one, some kid just wanted to start a fight so he kept telling this insecure fat kid that no one really liked that I was talking shit about his momma so he came after me and I dropped him like a sack of potatoes after 5 minutes of trying to explain to him I didn't talk ill about his mother. He wouldn't listen and I was getting tired so I waited for him to hailmary, caught his hand, sidestepped and uppercut him. Down, done a cop showed up and brought him home. He's okay though :) he grew up to become pretty cool I talk to him every now and again whenever I see him at the college campus.
Blah I write a lot in such a short amount of time. Onto grade 7!
Warnings: None I don't think.. Mention of a partner dying, overuse of makeup maybe (But you seriously do need to do that so you don't look like a walking corpse in front of those lights) And that's about all I think.
A/N: So basically I wrote this last night because I felt so bad about not posting for so long, it seems a bit forced to me but apparently it's good so here you go :) I'm really sorry to the people with requests but I think I'm managing to get back into this with the help of a few fangirl friends of mine! :P
P.S: I'm not sure if there was an imagine for this or not, because it just popped in my head so I may have seen the idea somewhere and that's what inspired me. If it is please send me the link so I can add it here :)
This was it. This was the night. You didn't realize a human body could contain as much nervousness as was currently swirling within you, it felt like ten Archangels all battling inside your mind for control of your very soul. But you wouldn't let them win. You had wanted to do this for so long you couldn't remember a time you weren't practicing. Learning or teaching yourself guitar, singing as much as physically possible without destroying your vocal chords. Practicing in front of heaters to make sure you didn't pass out under lights. But tonight was the night.
You were going to perform.
Sure it was only at a bar, but most people didn't get as far as playing at a bar and it was a big deal for you. You were just hoping Sam and Dean didn't find out. You know it was stupid to not tell them but it just never came up. Not to mention you didn't want the inevitable "Play for us!" that came whenever anyone found out you could decently play guitar. So here you were, in a cheap motel room getting ready because you didn't want to get ready in front of them. You had just said you were going to do some research at the library in town since they had some rare books and then you were going to a bar and would be home late. You had specified you wanted to go alone. Luckily they didn't question you, but they looked very curious. Just in case, you had said you were going to a completely different bar than the one you were ACTUALLY playing at. Just in case. And so here you were, playing and singing, Capo firmly placed on the second fret, heaters placed in front of you. Having already tested which makeups worked under lights and which didn't without running down your face you were prepared for anything.
The bar you were going to, "The Spot", had newer music. Another reason you had picked it. Dean wouldn't step foot in the place. You chuckled at that. A little overkill maybe but you could never be too safe. You were scheduled to perform your song at 8:30pm, so you had to be there at about 8. It was currently 6. You knew you should eat something but you were barely keeping your stomach in control as it was. At about 6:30 you managed two pieces of toast but that was it. Just enough to absorb the acids your stomach produced around this time to prepare for the food you should be consuming, not enough to throw it back up. Looking at the clock you realized it had finally hit 7pm. Time to get ready. You thought to yourself. You brushed your H/L hair, pinned it up off your neck and put on a pair of black, high waisted skinny jeans, a dark navy blue skintight sleeveless shirt and a plaid shirt over the top comprised of various blues and blacks. You pulled on your combat boots and laced them up, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked good so far. Time for makeup.
The trick with doing makeup if you're going to be under lights, is put on enough so your skin has some colour, but not enough that it could run. Which was tricky. You had scoped the bar out earlier to see what you were dealing with and judging from the lights you needed to put on foundation that was about 2 tones darker than your actual skin colour. You also had to put it everywhere skin was showing otherwise you would just look stupid. It took you about 15 minutes to evenly apply the amount of foundation you needed. You would never get over how strange you looked so tanned. next was eyeshadow, easy enough. Light blue to just under the line of your eyebrow, enough to tint the skin but not enough to be a solid colour, and a dark blue on just your eyelid as a solid standout colour with a very thin line going halfway under your eye. It was your big day, why not look more glamorous than usual? Besides, it made you feel more confident. After that it was a layer of mascara, pushing your eyelashes up just enough to look longer than most people's but not enough to make it look like they were fake. A thin line of metallic black eyeliner around the entire eye to make everything pop. And finally, a cherry purple lipstick to tie it all together. Done. You had 15 minutes to spare so you quickly grabbed your guitar and placed it in the car, put a few extra picks in your pocket just in case you lost yours and got your purse with money for a drink to loosen up, a drink after and your ID. You weren't going to drink much since you had to drive yourself back to the bunker. You checked out of the hotel after making sure you had left none of your belongings behind and made the 5 minute drive to the bar.
When you arrived you pulled your guitar out and stuck your purse under your arm before entering through the back door. Marishka, the owner of The Spot, was waiting for you in the rehearsal room.
"Y/N!" She exclaimed loudly, pulling you into a fierce hug after you had put your guitar on the stand. "I didn't know whether you would actually show up! You look lovely by the way!" Marishka was a very bubbly person. You blushed at her compliment but the amount of foundation you had on surely disguised it.
"Thanks Shka! How long until I go on?" You inquired, hugging back just as hard.
"About 20 minutes love," She looked around you when you were finally released from the death grip and could breathe again. "Where are Sam and Dean?"
Ah.
You guys had saved Marishka on a hunt a while back and you had stayed in touch since. As far as you knew the guys didn't know she even owned a bar, you were the only one who had stayed in touch with her to your knowledge. And you may or may not have neglected to mention that they didn't know about your "Talents".
"Erm.. They don't know I'm here.." You mumbled.
"Well why not?" She scrunched her nose up in confusion.
"Because.. They don't exactly know that I.. Do.. This.." You gestured around vaguely, the tips of your shoes suddenly becoming very interesting.
"Oh.. Ok.. Why haven't you told them?"
"Because I don't really want them to know."
"Fair enough I guess, I don't know why you wouldn't tell them since I've heard you play but I understand." Marishka smiled at you. "Alright, well you're up in 15 so have a drink and practice or whatever it is you do!" She patted your shoulder affectionately and strolled off to do whatever it is you do when you own a club. You went out the front and ordered a jack daniels and coke from the friendly (Attractive) bartender then went back to the rehearsal room. Gingerly picking up your guitar you made certain that the capo was still firmly in place and hadn't been jostled in the car before doing a run through of the song.
"Now please give a warm welcome to Y/F/N!" Marishka's voice boomed happily over the loudspeaker. Your nerves went into overdrive and you quickly finished your drink before steeling yourself and awkwardly walking on stage. A raucous applause designated your arrival. You shyly waved at the crowd, taking a seat in front of the two microphones. One was adjusted to the height your mouth would be when you were sitting down and the other in front of the acoustic guitar in your hands. The only good thing about the lights was that you couldn't really see past the first three rows of people standing in front of the stage. Which also meant you didn't see Sam and Dean standing at the back, jaws dropped as they looked up at you.
"Dude, since when does she play guitar and sing?!" Dean whisper shouted.
"I have no idea.." Sam mumbled.
You cleared your throat, images of the boys popping into your head. Singing in the Impala, playing jokes on eachother, researching with Sammy or learning how to fix a car with Dean. You smiled softly, your nerves loosening slightly and began to strum the guitar quietly. You would never tell anyone why you picked this song, especially because the person who inspired you would be ashamed. But to hell with it. And with that thought implanted in your mind you sang.
"When I was younger I saw,
My Daddy cry,
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched,
As he tried to re, assemble it.
And my Momma swore,
That she would,
Never let her, self forget.
And that was the day that I promised,
I'd never sing of love,
If it does not exist." You started getting more into the song, the voices that were previously shouting at you to run off stage fading in the back of your mind. Dean's heart stuttered and Sam had a shocked look on his face. Neither of them had any idea you could do something like this. And you still had no idea that they were watching as you went into the chorus.
"But darlin' you,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception." A gentle smile plastered itself onto your face, The thoughts of Sam disappearing into the background and the ones of Dean appearing in the very forefront of your mind.
"Well maybe I know,
Somewhere,
Deep in my soul,
That love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways,
To make it alone,
Or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this,
Keepin' a comfortable,
Distance.
And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content,
With loneliness." You took a deep breath, before making sure that your voice boomed for the next part.
"Because none of it was ever worth the risk!
Well you,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception!" And now comes the part that made you nervous. Singing softly had always come easily to you, but the expressive parts had needed practice. The thoughts in your mind were now assuring you that you would get it right. And in the back of the crowd Dean was struggling to get closer to the stage, Sam still too shocked to move. Apparently the crowd was too because everyone was watching in silent awe, not giving Dean an inch. And that's when he had to stop. Because your singing had started echoing through the room.
"I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't,
Let go of what's in front of me here!
I know you're leavin' in the mornin' when you wake up,
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream?!
Oh woah!!" The entire room was silent for a brief moment. Even the singing and playing had stopped. But then people started cheering. You couldn't make it out but Sam and Dean were loudest of all. Marishka was leaning against a door frame smiling at you up on stage. And you grinned ear to ear.
"You,
Are,
The only exception,
You
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception,
You,
Are,
The only exception!
And I'm,
On,
My way to believing..
Oh,
And I'm
On,
My way to believing." The crowd cheered louder and started whistling at the last note you played, applause echoing throughout the room. You laughed in happiness, bowed and waved before jogging off stage. Dean made his way back to Sam.
"Give your love to my lovely friend Y/F/N for her amazing performance of The Only Exception by Paramore!" A voice boomed over the loud speaker.
"Why does that voice sound familiar?" Sam asked, looking around the bar.
"I have no idea."
And then a very familiar happy figure bobbed up to them.
"Hey boys!" She shouted, hugging them each in turn.
"Marishka?" They said in unison. Marishka giggled.
"Yesm! Y/N told me you guys weren't coming?"
"We weren't, but when she said she was going to the library then a bar by herself we got a little curious. We found the schedule in her room." Dean replied.
"I figured you would be coming, she neglected to mention the fact that you guys didn't know about her talents until she showed up about half an hour ago. Would you like to surprise her?" Shka grinned deviously, causing the boys to chuckle.
"Yes." They yet again said in unison.
You had gotten another drink at the bar, receiving many congratulations on the way there and back including from the bartender before going to the rehearsal room again. Hearing someone clapping from the doorway you swallowed the drink left in your mouth.
"Thanks Shka, that went better than I thou-" You stopped dead when you saw Sam and Dean watching you curiously. "Uh.. Wha.. What are you guys doing here?" You cleared your throat nervously.
"I think the question that is important here is why WEREN'T we supposed to be here?" Dean replied. You sighed in defeat.
"I just.. I don't know. I never really tell people."
"Why not? That was brilliant Y/N!" Sam asked.
"This is why, the inquisition of why didn't I tell anyone! And the inevitable play for us sing for us I hate it, I stopped telling people a long time ago for exactly that reason!" You shouted angrily before storming out of the room.
Sam, Dean and Marishka looked at eachother for a minute. Then Dean jogged after you.
"Y/N! Wait!" He shouted. You got in your car to drive off but he opened the door.
"Let me go Dean." You whispered.
"No. Not until you talk to me."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Well I think there is. Why didn't you want us to come Y/N?"
"I already told you."
"No, you told us why you didn't tell us you could play and sing, you didn't tell us why you wouldn't want us to see you."
"I don't know.." You couldn't look at him.
"Tell me."
"Because I was embarrassed ok? It's not like I was doing a rock song or something, if I was I would have told you. It was a stupid love song and I didn't want you guys to see me." You snapped, finally looking into his emerald eyes, your own E/C ones brimming with tears you refused to shed.
"Y/N.. Even if you had of been singing the corniest love song on the face of this god forsaken planet we would have been proud. Why would you be embarrassed of having a talent like that?"
You were both silent for a minute. You angrily swiped at your eyes before speaking.
"I've only ever sung in front of one person Dean. The person that got me into hunting. The person that died." He sighed in recognition.
Gently pulling you out of the car and into his arms, he began rubbing your back in soothing motions. The tears finally dripped onto his shirt. You were sure your makeup was completely destroyed by this point.
"Was he who you were singing about today?" He mumbled quietly. You shook your head. "Then who?" He sounded confused.
"No one." You muttered into his chest. Dean pulled back a bit, lifting your chin so you were face to face.
"Who?"
"You Dean.. I was singing about you." You whispered. Ashamed, you looked down again.
And then his lips met yours.
You were so astonished you couldn't fathom how to move your body enough to respond, but he patiently waited until you did. He flicked his tongue quickly across your lower lip, begging for the entrance you swiftly granted. It was the sweetest kiss you had ever experienced, and it would stay in your mind until the end of your days.
Hi guys!! I'm having really bad writers block on my requests, plus I'm having real life issues (Ugh I just wish I could live in the internet, it's so much nicer here!) so I'm going to try something. I've always had trouble writing in the You/Your/You're sense, so with my personalized one shots for the giveaway I did a while ago (I feel like such a horrible person for taking so long I'm so so sorry ugh I hate real life) I'm going to write as I/Me/My. If I find it easier and you guys like it I might write all my one shots in this sense *Don't worry they will still have the Y/N, Y/H/L, Y/E/C, Y/H/C inserts!* as everything I've ever written apart from one shots I have written in this sense and I generally get stuck trying to write in any other way unless I have an established character if that makes sense? BUT if you guys like the way I'm currently writing better then I'll stick with it! Because after all, I made this blog for you guys and I would be a horrible person if I just ignored your wishes ;) ALSO: (Sorry for the essay please stick with me for a minute lol) I HAVE REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS HOLY SHIT BALLS! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! I LOVE YOU ALL, EVEN IF I HAVE NEVER SPOKEN TO YOU OR YOU MESSAGE ME IN ANON I LOVE YOU!!! I will be doing a larger giveaway when my writers block is gone, but do keep in mind, it is my sister's 16th next week (Yay!!), then the week after it's my uncle's birthday, the week after that I am going to see a live Russell Howard concert which I've been waiting for for a year, then the week after that it's my 16th and then I'll be doing the test to get my learners (Holy crap May is a busy month for me) and during all of this I am hoping to have gotten a job so me and my sister can go to the Supernatural Convention in my town on June the first and hopefully meet Misha, Matt and Richard!! (ASDJGFHLSHJDJDPAIDHSBE IF I CAN MEET THEM I WILL CRY!!) So it may not be until next month I can do this but I swear upon my honour, my arm ring, all the gods, (Sorry I have a slight obsession with Vikings and have since I was little, but now the show about them is out and I may have a slight crush on Ragnar) Chuck AND Castiel THAT I WILL DO A FREAKING GIVEAWAY IF IT IS THE LAST THING I DO!! Thank you all so much for sticking with me, I really do love you all and you have all brought a smile to my face in one way or another, even if it's just because I've seen that you have followed me which really is an honour, and it means more to me than you know right now :') I hope you are all doing fantastically, and just know if you ever have a problem or want some advice, as I am told I give good advice o.O Want to rant at someone to make you feel better or just want to have a chat, you are always welcome to message me and I will reply as soon as physically and mentally able :) PHEW! THAT.. That was a long speech.. I'm sorry :P But yeah, have a great day/night all! :) Xxx
