her quiet place

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Baby Cakes

Originally posted by smooshywrites

repost ‘cause tumblr sucks (sometimes)

hi there! thanks a lot to anon who requested it. dear anon, you asked for reader having a mental breakdown but i just could’t write it this way so i changed a little bit, hope you like it anyway.
btw requests are open!

i know not everyone likes ff about topics like this one but y’all should give it a try

and i just wanted everyone to know that if there’s anyone who wants to talk or feels lonely or both, PLEASE DM me.

warning: suicide attempt

[Y/N] wasn’t okay. And she was completely helpless about it. She’s been lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling for 3 hours now. She didn’t even feel sad, more like empty inside.

Before that empty feeling started to eat her up she wasn’t only sad. Anger was present too.

The thing is, she’s always been a sensitive girl. She could pretend the rude comments would’t harm her but inside she knew she was hurt. She was good at not showing that though, always has been. It was the only thing she truly liked about herself. If somebody asked her she always had the same prepared answer. She would play dumb and say ‘Oh, what do I like about myself? I don’t know! I think I like my hair and long eyelashes!’ and then giggle, like a stupid school girl. It always worked, people were strangely satisfied with that answer, she never understood why and how.

[Y/N] jumped at the sound of her telephone’s ringing. It was probably her best friend Jerome. [Y/N] felt bad for not talking to him. [Y/N] wasn’t aware but the Ginger had some strong feelings for her. He would sometimes show it by little actions but [Y/N] was too blind to see it.

But really though, let’s be fucking realistic. She’s been planning to end her life for a few months now. She may be feeling bad now but when she’s dead she can’t feel bad. Jerome would find a girl good enough for him sooner or later and leave her like all of her friends did. She could’t blame them, she would avoid herself as much as she could, too.  There was the only way to do it.

Finally, she picked up the phone.

“Hello?” It was Jerome!

[Y/N] was kind of hoping she was right and that would be him, she wanted to say goodbye. Hear his voice one last time.

‘’Jerome..”

“Hiya Baby Cakes! Don’t cha been quiet with me lately? Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go wit–”

“I’m so sorry Jerome!” She cut him off with a loud sob which caught him off guard.

“Doll? Wha-what’s going on?” He sounded really concerned.

Jerome almost fell off the stairs he was standing on as he heard [Y/N]’s sobs getting louder. She just could’t stop herself! He was going to ask her to go with him on a romantic killing spree, it was supposed to be a great time for both of them, kinda like a date, and then he’d brought her to a nice quiet place to talk. He wanted to confess his feelings. He felt like she really deserved to know them.

The stairs he was standing on were a fire escape from a building near hers. He wanted to knock on her door as fast as he could if she accepted his offer.

“I’m being honest. I’ve never been more honest in my life. I really am sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. Thank you for everything. You took a good care of me, and none of this is your fault. I… I love you, Jerome, I really do. Have a nice life you deserve. Goodbye forever.” When those words left her mouth, she immediately hung up.

She could’t believe it. She confessed her love for him! She knew he would never feel the same way and she wanted to end this pain fast.

[Y/N] sprinted towards her bathroom grabbing a razor blade on her way.  A picture of Jerome was on the table. She took it too. She wanted his face to be the last thing she’s going to see.

After 3 minutes her bath was already filled with hot water. Enough for her to go in. She kept her clothes on.

[Y/N]’s head was the only thing that sticked out from water. Picture of handsome looking Jerome drifted as she stared at it. She remembered the day she took it. Jerome took her to the zoo. One of the nicest day of her life.

Now as she thought about it she didn’t want to kill herself anymore.

Too bad she already cut her veins.

Now it was only a matter of time.

‘Hey, at least the song I like is on’

The walls were thin and she could hear her neighbour’s radio playing her favourite song.

And then she heard screaming outside her apartment. Her door burst wide open.

‘’[Y/N]!” It was Jerome. Her Jerome.

And then everything went black. 



[Y/N] found herself slowly waking up in a very white room. Her eyes squeezed shut for a second, it was so bright there. Looked like some sort of hospital.

She felt somebody holding her right hand gently. It was Jerome. What a relief she felt. She was alive. With Jerome by her side.

He was asleep. He looked like an angel to her. That one piece of hair resting on his forehead.

She held his hand tighter, he felt it because he started to wake up. He looked so cute and innocent, she would gaze at him her whole life if she only could.

His eyes finally met hers.

“Don’t ever do this to me again. I mean it, Sweet Cheeks.” It was one of those rare moments when he was being very serious.

[Y/N] was so glad he was calm. She knew they’re going to talk about it later when she feels better.

“I’m sorry, J. I love you.”

Her Puddin’ could only chuckle at her funny expression.

“I love you too, Baby Cakes. Now let’s go. I’m taking you home.”

Pavlov had it all wrong

I am a single adult human living in a house with two corgis. Got Girldog from a shelter when she was about a year, year and a half old maybe; got Boydog a few years later as an 8-week puppeh. And let me tell you something, from Day One, this has been a three-way psychological experiment. I no longer know who is manipulating who on a daily basis.

  • One of the first things I trained Girldog to do was not to bark at the dinner table; if she barked at me while I was eating, I put her in The Quiet Place (her crate) where she couldn’t see me. She learned almost immediately to subvocalize her barks, to let out a breath with just enough vocal cord vibration that I wouldn’t QUIIIITE consider it a bark and move her further away from the food. It’s a sound like this: “Hrrrr. Hrrrr. Hhhrahhh.” I didn’t realize how odd this was until my aunt came over and said, “That dog hissed at me.” “Yes,” I said, “she does that.”
  • Boydog learned to do tricks by watching Girldog. I never taught him to sit. He learned by watching Girldog get a treat for sitting. Once, I told both dogs to sit at the same time, while I held a treat in each hand. When Girldog didn’t sit quick enough, Boydog put his paw on her butt and pushed her down.
  • I hung a bell on the door and taught Boydog to ring it when he wants to go out. Girldog sees no reason she should ring the bell, as it is beneath her dignity, and she can get her way by barking instead. Boydog, however, will ring the bell for Girldog when she lurks around by the door, although he has no interest in going outside himself. Girldog has made Boydog her personal slave in this matter.
  • Boydog rings the bell when he doesn’t need to go out but thinks I have been at my computer too long. By the time I get to the kitchen, he’s nowhere near the door, but hey mom, as long as you’re up, let’s play! He obviously does not believe I can see through this extremely clever ploy.
  • Girldog once climbed onto a sofa, crossed the back of it, leapt from the sofa to my desk chair, leapt from the chair to the desk, and knocked all my stuff off the desk. (I wasn’t there, but it was obvious from the trail of destruction what route she had taken.) Then she got down and proceeded to ignore the bag of corn chips she’d encountered and focus her attention on biting my phone charger in half, chewing up a USB memory stick, and eating a pen. I still have no idea how she could be so smart and so dumb at the same time.
  • Boydog will chase a laser pointer (not uncommon for dogs introduced to them as puppies! Pro tip) but only when Girldog is not around, because she hates it for some reason and will tackle him for it. Girldog also likes to be outside while I want to be in, and Boydog prefers to have us both inside. Boydog will lead me to the laser pointer, pester me until I get it down, and then run around chasing the laser and barking madly. No matter how stubborn Girldog has been about staying outside, she wants to know what he’s barking at and immediately comes inside. (It is always the laser pointer he’s barking at, Girldog. Always.)
  • There is a chair in my bedroom that I cannot sit on. The dogs take turns sleeping on it, depending on who gets there first. The only hard and fast rule is that if the human sits on the chair, they will both lose their cool. The chair is for dogs only. I have not even tried to sit on the chair for about six months now.

I suspect I’ll be adding more of these as the three of us continue to train each other.

At my sisters graduation in a very English fashion every family gave a small clap for when their graduate took the stage. Me thinking this was boring af gave the biggest woop and applause I could manage when my sister got up to accept her paper thingy, which caused her boyfriend to join in with me and for her to give the biggest smile iv seen from any of the students that day. A few families after that joined in with over the top celebrations when their relatives came on stage thus making the entire (massive like 3000) room laugh. Everyone stopped being so stone faced and proper after that, it was nice. 

THE MOON IN YOUR HOUSE:

OFFER HER A DRINK SHE IS FOND OF HERBAL TEA FOR LUNCH I RECOMMEND ANY SORT OF PASTA WITH RED SAUCE IF SHE IS STAYING FOR A WHILE FEEL FREE TO OFFER HER ALCOHOL GIVE HER A QUIET PLACE TO REST SHE WILL APPRECIATE BEING CHECKED ON BUT DO NOT DISTURB HER UNLESS ASKED 

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“When you said that you would be staying behind to solidify our new compact…I’d assumed that meant something.”

“For you to be seen as uninterested in what is happening for my father now…”

“That is not going to convince anyone here that you are serious about desiring their friendship.”

“It’ll pass.”

“It’s just a fever from the wound.”

“I’m fine.”

Essays in Existentialism: HSAU

can you do a high school AU where one is the captain of the football team and they sweep off the nerdy girls’ feet?

Morning started the same, every day, rain or shine. Four thirty in the morning, the alarm beeped in the small attic room, and under one section of angled roof, where a pile of blankets slumbered, an arm would appear and slap around until the offending noise stopped. It was precise and methodical and never changed, six days a week.

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Gun Range.

I’m really bad at naming these things. Basically this is the story of Waverly and Nicole’s first date at a gun range. Theres a hot makeup session in the back of Nicole’s car…and then more stuff. Kind of smutty. ENJOY! (Oh also, I didn’t really proof read it so sorry if there’s mistakes!) 

“Oh God Waves, if that how you hold your gun I’m terrified for the people around you.” Nicole laughed when Waverly took her stance.

Technically this was only Waverly and Nicole’s first real date, although it already felt like they had been together forever. Nicole was insanely nervous but at least they were at a place she felt her most comfortable, the shooting range.

“Is it really that bad?” Waverly asked with a bashful smile.

“If you’re trying to hit the target? Yeah it’s pretty bad.” Nicole laughed as she put down her gun and made her way to Waverly’s side. “The good news is, we can work on it.”

“So what am I doing wrong?” Waverly asked.

“A few things.” Nicole commented as she made her way behind Waverly. She got distracted for a moment by the way she smelt like strawberries and fresh flowers. “So first is your hold.” Nicole said as she slid her hands over Waverly’s. “You want your dominant hand firmly gripping the bottom here.” She said as she moved the smaller woman’s right hand to the correct position. “And then this hand, on the opposite side, and wrapped around that one. Like this.” She guided her other hand too. “This is called a low grip and its most common with hand guns. It give the handler the most control.”

Waverly gulped and nodded. She wasn’t sure if Nicole was aware of how closer her mouth was to her ear but it was enough to send chills down Waverly’s spine. Plus the feel of Nicole’s body pressed against her back, and their hands touching. It all made her just want more! “So what else?” She tried to hide it but Waverly could hear the breathiness in her own voice.

“Well…” Nicole lifted her knee and spread Waverly’s legs a bit. “You’re legs need to be further apart.” Waverly felt her breath hitch at the quick contact between her legs. “Good. This back leg….” Nicole said tapping the back of Waverly’s left thigh. “Should be level with your other leg, so bring that forward.” Nicole kept her hand there, below her ass, on the back of her thigh, as Waverly shifted her leg forward. Waverly could feel the heat rising in the room. She was beginning to sweat. But Nicole seemed fine. “Good girl.” Waverly closed her eyes and had to physically hold herself back from groaning. Nicole Haught was trying to kill her, on their first date.

“Okay now, you want your whole body pointing at the target.” Your whole, magnificent, perfect. Sexy as hell body. Nicole was trying so hard to keep it together, to sound in control, but on the inside she was losing it. Waverly body was pressed against hers, and she was touching her. Their first kiss was still seared into her brain, and all she could think about was how she wanted to do it again. And again. And again.

“Like this?” Waverly asked snapping Nicole out of her own dirty thoughts of all the things she wanted to do to Waverly.

“Um yeah. That’s perfect.” Nicole nodded. “Last thing is you want to keep your arms straight and locked.” Nicole ran her hands down Waverly’s arms until her hands were resting over hers again. She could feel the goosebumps that formed on Waverly skin, that’s how she knew Waverly felt it too. She shifted their arms just an inch and positioned Waverly for the Target. “Now bend your knees a bit. You want to keep your back straight…” Nicole spoke quietly “but lean forward.” As Waverly shifted, the position put her ass right between Nicole’s legs. She was just about ready to lose it. But it probably wasn’t the best time or place with Waverly having a gun in her hand. “Good.” She sighed. “Now bring that index finger up.” Nicole found herself whispering, her lips hovering over Waverly’s ear. “Place it over the trigger. Take a deep breath. And shoot.” When Waverly pulled the trigger her body kicked back into Nicole’s, but she hit the target perfectly.

“I did it!” She yelled as she put the gun down and spun in Nicole’s arms. “I hit it!”

“You did so good!” Nicole couldn’t help but match her girlfriend excitement. She lifted her up and spun her around once before putting her back on the ground. “See what ha-”

Nicole was in the middle of talking when Waverly’s lips covered hers. Damn this woman and her surprise kisses. Nicole wasted no time falling into it. She let her hands slide around Waverly’s waist, while Waverly’s hands tied around Nicole’s neck. Nicole took a step forward until Waverly’s back was resting against the table her gun was resting on. Probably not the safest things but her mind was only consumed with the lips she was kissing. They both pulled away breathing heavy. Waverly’s eyes were dark and hooded.

“Who knew guns would be such a turn on?” Waverly smirked a bit.

Nicole laughed and shrugged her shoulder. “How about a couple more shots, and then we get out of here?” Nicole asked.

“Only if you promise to keep helping me.”

“Of course.” Nicole’s nodded. “I want you hitting that target every time.” She didn’t mean for it to sound dirty, but it kind of did. They both giggled before Waverly turned again and picked up her gun.

After a few more shots they pulled in the target Waverly was shooting at so she could keep it. She folded it up and placed it in her pocket. “You ready?” Nicole said nodding toward the exit.

“Well wait…” Waverly said tugging Nicole’s hand back to her. “I didn’t get to watch you shoot.” Waverly nodded her head toward Nicole’s target that hadn’t even been touched.

“Oh okay.” Nicole smirked. “You mind if I?”

“Please do.”

Waverly stood back and took in the sight of Nicole’s tall lean body taking position. God, she was maybe the hottest person Waverly had ever met. And seeing her standing there with that gun in her hand, such confidence, such control, made Waverly want to pounce. And then she shot it. Four shots in a row

BAM

BAM

BAM

BAM

each one hit the target perfectly. Oddly enough, Waverly was sure she had never been more turned on in her life.

Nicole smiled put the gun down and reeled in her paper target, a clear hole straight through the middle.

“Okay show off.” Waverly laughed as Nicole folded up the paper.

“Hey! You asked to see me shoot!” Nicole laughed as she grabbed Waverly’s hand.

“I know, and God I’m glad I did.” Waverly smiled up at her. “You’ve never looked so hot, Haught.”

“You ready to go?” Nicole felt herself blush, Waverly nodded. All Nicole wanted to do was grab Waverly’s hand and yank her to a quiet place.

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Voltron ships, tropes + why I like Kidge

Honestly Kidge is such a good ship because it doesn’t follow any obvious tropes? Like, let’s look at other examples of vld ships:
Klance = enemies to lovers
Plance = the jock + the nerd couple
Sheith= Very Good Friends to lovers
Shallura = two leaders bonding over being under constant pressure of responsibility
Allurance = a fuckboy tries to score on a popular girl and gradually grows to see her for who she is rather than her body

And then we have the rarepairs (for example Hance/Shance), which are rare, I think, exactly for the reason that they can’t be labeled as any of the most obvious tropes. We’re used to tropes, we seek them out unconsciously. That’s why, when people first saw Keith and Lance, they automatically thought “hey, that’s a nice spin on enemies to lovers” and slapped a ship label on them.

Most people first notice the dynamic and what it reminds them of. If they like it, they start shipping it (which basically means that actual characters come in second, but that’s another thing), and if they don’t like that dynamic, or a certain trope just isn’t their cup of tea, it becomes a NOTP. Conclusion: rarepairs are rare, because without tropes people often fail to notice possibilities that various characters have.


But anyway, Kidge. Kidge is awesome, but also rare, because it doesn’t remind people of anything. We have a computer person and a broody person, both somehow distanced from the world, and they don’t interact enough for people to see the potential they have. There is a world of possibilities for these two, endless realities in which they could work out, and it gets so fucking overlooked like… These kind of relationships happen all the time, but they’re not popular or outstanding and often get ignored.

Part of why I like Kidge is also because it reminds me a little of the relationship my brother has with his wife, so it feels natural to me. I just-

I can see them being obsessed with board games, inviting Matt and Shiro along and having long game evenings instead of movie nights. I can see Keith dragging Pidge outdoors (especially in autumn when there’s less risk for her allergies to kick in) for hiking, camping and all that stuff. He shows her his favorite Quiet Places that he used to visit every time he needed to be alone or find peace. Pidge doesn’t really like nature but it took a certain amount of trust for Keith to bring her here and damn if she doesn’t fucking appreciate that. And Keith is so proud of himself for doing this, like see Shiro? I’m growing up emotionally.

It’s important that they are both very introverted and naturally aware and respectful of each other’s barriers. They’re both somehow distanced from the reality, but Pidge is additionally locked in her mind. Keith found a way to stay anchored in exercise and physical activities, which is so bizarre to her like how can he keep doing this shit willingly? But soon she finds out that this is a pretty good outlet. How, you may ask?

Well. Sometimes she goes to Keith’s training sessions and sits in the corner with her laptop, casually looking at him from her work and getting distracted, because damn, her boyfriend can pull off some fantastic moves. One day, she thinks fuck it and decides to get ripped. That doesn’t go exactly as she imagined it would, but she goes to a few fighting lessons with Keith and falls in love with knives. Swords aren’t really her type, but Keith is fucking living, because finally, someone whom he knows likes knives! He never suspected that from her, but he can improve his hand-to-hand combat style, so he’s happy.

They go to conventions together, they’re into some niche stuff not many people know about and it’s! such a blessing! that they found each other. Pidge feels comfortable rambling to Keith about her theories/accomplishments/hobby’s/new information she found because Keith is a good listener and most times he stays quiet and just lets her talk (especially when he doesn’t understand what she’s talking about) but sometimes he gives his input and it actually helps her put things in perspective? Because his approach is a bit more practical and he sees simple solutions in places where she’s busy taking things apart and inspecting how they function? He also does a good job at calming her down when she gets ahead of herself— he learned that from Shiro, too.

Keith likes Pidge because she’s never pushing, and she doesn’t really get into his space unless he asks her to. She’s so intelligent and geeky and making her laugh feels so, so rewarding. And Pidge feels the exact same?? First time she saw Keith with that gentle smile on his face she wanted immediately to slam the PROTECT button and was like damn I’m never gonna leave you. Who the fuck would ever leave you? She even has a great brother, honestly what an awesome fucking package?? Not only Matt is accepting and understanding, but him and Keith actually become very good friends. Matt’s very chill and he’s into martial arts, so they sometimes train together and it’s such a shitshow, because they’re not even skilled in the same fighting styles and it usually dissolves into them using dirty tricks on each other, followed by “oh, I’ll get you for that you fucker”. Keith never knows when to stop and Matt does a good job at baiting him into attacking first. It’s so precious, I tell you. Pidge records their sessions and makes a compilation of some of their best moments. Lance laughs so fucking hard.

Anyway, that’s it. I just love Kidge. I can’t believe I didn’t get into it sooner.
Mistletoe (One-shot)

Christmas Special

Originally posted by happybirthdayajla

You’ve had feelings for Jaehyun for a long time now but your friendship with him had it remained unspoken, like a taboo subject for you two. Everybody has their limits. You decided to tell Jaehyun the three words that you’ve been dreading to say to him. All or nothing for you.

Pairings: Jaehyun x reader

Genre: fluff

a/n: i honestly suck at everything descriptions.

-amy

You tapped your fingers on the sticky tables of a run-down coffee shop while waiting for Jaehyun to reply

7:33 am

Good morning you ethereal being. I kinda need your help. I spent the night in front of a coffee shop and I have no money. Pls be a sweetheart and retrieve me from this shabby place.

7:34 am Jaehyun

I really like waking up to these kind of texts. 

Send me your location. Do I even want to know how you ended up there?

7:34 am

I fell asleep in the bus and this was their last destination. The coffee shop’s name is CaPAPAccino and yes the name is probably why this place is in shambles.

7:36 am Jaehyun

I just looked it up and I think I’ll take about an hour to get there so yeah enjoy being a CaMAMAccino for a while.

Jaehyun’s response made you chuckle. You looked around the shop. The place may be falling apart but their Christmas spirit is not. It was Christmas season after all and it was freezing. You were the only one freezing. You must’ve forgotten your coat on that bus. The staff around you were putting up Christmas decorations and singing holiday songs. It lifted up your spirits a bit so you decided to talk to the staff until Jaehyun comes to pick you up.

An hour passed and you see Jaehyun coming in the shop. He wore a plain white sweater and jeans under his coat and his hair looked like he just ran his fingers through them. He must’ve been in a rush. He greeted everyone that he passed by as he makes his way to you.

“You don’t even have a layer on you, how are you still alive?” he teased and took off his coat to put it on you. Jaehyun’s actions made your heart flutter. It took you back to the first time you realized you liked him more than just a best friend. It was when you two were in a party and you got in a fight with Jaehyun’s date. She got jealous of how close you were to him and suffered a wine-stained dress from her. Jaehyun had no second thoughts of telling off his date as he covered you with his coat and left the party to watch movies in their dorms. You’ve been wanting to confess to him for years but the fear of him not returning your feelings and losing him always stops you from doing so.

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Emotional

Being emotional doesn’t work for a hunter but when Dean throws some nasty words your way you run off into the woods at winter time. When Sam confronts  him about why you’re emotional they race to find you before it’s too late

Dean and Reader, Sam

Angst, dick Dean, worried Sam, fluff!!! 

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           I’ve been living with boys about a year now, Sam was a sweet person and understood that I was an emotional person, that when my demons came out all I needed was a hug or a day of movies just cuddling up to him. He was like an older brother, protecting me from the assholes of the world including his brother Dean.

           That’s why I’m locked away today, because of his asshole of a brother. I was in love with him but he wouldn’t want someone like me, someone so broken. I could hear them arguing, Sam always sticking up for me for the simple fact he understood. So, instead of trying to understand the situation he spews his anger at me, saying some horrible things. I could still hear those words in my head, he told me I was a pain in the ass, told me to just leave already, told me to grow up. If he wanted me gone then I will be gone.

           I grabbed my hoodie and slipped the baggie of pills and small bottle of whiskey in the other pocket. I slipped out of the bunker quietly and went for a walk in the woods, I had one place that I loved to sit when my depression was in full force. I only left a note for Sam, letting him know I went for a walk to clear my head. I had left my phone in my room knowing they would only track me.

           I found the place and sat down by the small creek, seeing the sun setting in the sky with the colors I felt at peace, like I wouldn’t be a burden anymore.

Sam’s POV

           “I can’t believe you Dean! What the hell were you thinking?!?!” “She needs to grow up! There no place for an over emotional hunter!” “She has depression Dean! That’s how she copes!” I saw something change on his face from anger to sadness. “I didn’t know that!” “Maybe if you actually talked to her you would know that!”

           I walked out of the room and went to see if she was ok, I knew his words would put her in a place I worked so hard to keep her from. I knocked on her door, and got no answer, so I walked in and saw she wasn’t there. I saw a note on the bed hoping it wasn’t what I thought. She said she was going to her quiet spot. ‘Shit!’

           I ran back out to Dean, I knew what her quiet place was, it was the place she said she go if she ever decided to leave this world. “Dean! We gotta find y/n now!” He didn’t even ask he just grabbed his coat and ran outside with me to find her. I just hope we get there in time.

Reader POV

           I couldn’t do it, no matter how crappy I felt, I just couldn’t do that to Sam. I started crying, well sobbing. I hate being so emotional, I hate feeling so weak. I would deal with Dean being a dick, Sam was my best friend and I wouldn’t destroy either.

           It was starting to get cold, and I had no energy to get up. I started shivering and slowly started getting sleepy, five minutes then I’ll get up. I fell asleep quickly not knowing that the boys were looking for me.

Originally posted by livingstills

Dean POV

           I had no clue that she was dealing with so much, but instead I open my mouth and bring her to a dark place. I was a jackass plain and simple, and I really hope that she didn’t do what had come out of my mouth.

           It was so hard pretending that I hated her, but I thought that she and Sam were together. When Sam informed me they weren’t together, and that he just helped her through the hard days by hugs or cuddling. I secretly wished she would come to me for that, I would give anything to hold her in my arms.

           We had finally gotten close enough to see her slumped against the tree, with a blue tinge to her skin. “SHIT!” I ran over and she was barely breathing, I picked her up and practically sprinted back into the bunker. I asked Sam to put some blankets into the dryer while I started a hot bath.

           I undressed her to her bra and panties and me down to my boxers. The water was near scalding, I got into the water first and then had Sam lower her down into the water. I held her close trying hard to get her temp up. The blue tinge started going away, color coming back to her skin. Sam came in with a warmed-up blanket and wrapped her like a burrito.

           Sam took her to my room, while I got dressed into sweatpants and a Henley. I walked into my room to see Sam had redressed her and rewrapped her in the blanket. I watched her and felt heartbroken at the stupidity of my words. Jealousy is an ugly feeling, and is always responsible for heartbreaking decision.

Reader POV

           I started waking up, seeing I was wrapped like a burrito. I looked to see where I was and didn’t recognize the room I was in. I turned my head and saw something that I never thought would happen. There he was, Dean, he looked exhausted. ‘Why? I didn’t matter to him at all, why would he be next to me?’ I tried unwrapping myself, only failing and falling off the bed.

           I yelped when my back slammed into the hard floor tearing up at the pain shooting through your back. “Y/n? Are you okay?” “No” I really didn’t need any more horrible words come out of his mouth. He got on his knees and got the blanket off me and helped me back into bed. “I’m so sorry y/n! I was a huge jerk and I should have never said those things to you.” “Why do you hate me?”

           “I don’t hate you, I was jealous. I wanted to be the one to hold you and snuggle with you. I fell in love the minute you moved in and I let my jealousy get the better of me” “You love me? Please tell me I’m not dreaming” His hands cupped my face brushing away the tears that had fallen, he kissed me sweetly. I could feel my broken pieces fitting together and becoming one whole being again.          

           Over the weeks while I healed, we got to get to know each other. We talked about everything under the sun and fell more in love with each other. It had gotten to the point of Dean proposing to you. He was an amazing man and I was lucky to have him by my side.

HIS & HERS // PART TWO (Roan x Reader) 

Request: Hi I was wondering if you could write part 2 to “his and hers” where she goes into labor then after the birth roan is all fluffy to the newborn and reader. -xoxoxo

masterlist // PART ONE 


“What if it’s a boy?" 

 "Noah.” You suggest, you and your husband both looking down at your stomach. You’ve both been awaiting and preparing for your first child, excitement filled the camp. 

 "Like Noah’s ark?“ 

 "Okay… What about Joey?" 

 ”…Like a small kangaroo?“ 

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RIDE ME  [ BTS JUNGKOOK ]pt.8

bts member : jungkook x reader

Genre: angst /smut

rated mature :  but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream  !

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Originally posted by sugutie



jimin was standing in the door still didn’t come closer to where you and jungkook stood he didn’t expect this but he already felt how much you affected jungkook and this place

but he frowned when 

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but. Fleur asking Hermione to the Yule ball, dancing all night and not caring about anything except them and the fun they’re having. Hermione dragging Fleur by the hand to the abandoned library, it’s dark and quiet and her secret place. Fleur listening to Hermione e plain how muggle things work and how she is interested in becoming a teacher one day. Hermione thinking its cute that Fleur blushes and stumbles over her words, she never seems to do that unless Hermione is around. These big gay dorks having snowball fights and Hogsmeade dates filled with butter beer and sweets and their first kiss!!! With red and snot noses!!! And they laugh and cuddle and warm up by the fire while Fleur reads some random poetry in French. Hermione being worried about Fleur during the tournament and helping her figure out the egg puzzle in the bathroom together, writing letters when they’re apart and visiting during the holidays, when Umbitch comes to Hogwarts Fleur sneaks there and they meet in Hagrid Hut to make sure the other is okay. Just- 😌😌

Stars~ Daniel Seavey

request- Yes by the Jeepers Nutsack gc

Word count- 1267

Warning- mentions of violence 


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Daniel Seavey was kind, he was heartful but above all he was loving. He loved you despite the horrid thing you lived called life. He would sneak out when you could get away from your parents and spend time starring at the stars with you.

Every night you wished to be a star, far away from your problems. Being admired by so many without a second thought. You wished to loved and Daniel made you feel that way.

Sneaking out at night became a nightly ritual between the two of you. You would send a quick text saying you were headed to the spot and he’d respond with a see you soon. You always showed up first, your heart beating faster than before. The thought of seeing Daniel made you feel happy, something you didn’t get much of.

The seconds of patient waiting turned into minutes and the minutes turned into two hours. He didn’t show up, for the first time in three months, he didn’t show up.

Your brain was screaming at you for being so stupid, if your own parents couldn’t love you then how could someone as wonderful Daniel Seavey love you.

But your heart was breaking, it was in denial. He would have texted you that he wasn’t able to show up, he was a decent guy after all. He said he loved you, and you believed him, but you didnt know if he still did.

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Two hours before

Daniel had a long sleeve shirt on with a hoodie over it. It was pretty hot outside but that didn’t stop Y/N from always getting cold. So he reminded himself everynight to grab a hoodie for her. For some reason, this girl, completely different in lifestyle and how she was raised compared to him, was the object of his love.

Everyday he would cheer himself up by thinking about meeting her. He would constantly daydream of her hand in his, about how her lips felt when they collided ever so softly with his own. He loved her so much and he missed her everytime he was away from her.

He tiptoed over Jack, through the door and down the steps. Knowing exactly where each creaky floorboard was, avoiding them expertly. He was about to reach the door as a voice spoke through the darkness.

“you’re going to meet her aren’t you?” he recognized the voice instantly. Jonah was sitting in the kitchen with a glass on the island and a faint little showing his features ever so slightly.

“Its none of your buissness whether or not I’m going to meet her.” Daniel said plainly, as if it was the simpliest thing on the planet. All he was trying to do was go and meet the girl he was in love with, but this dingo was stopping him.

“Dude, she’s no good, she’s always covered in bruises, she always looks dead ib the eyes. You are going to ruin our reputation if a fan finds out that you’re seeing someone as trashy as her.” Jonah said, his voice elevating in volume  with every passing second.

Daniel was beyond mad, he was livid. How could he say these things about the her when he’d barely even met her.

“You don’t even know her.” Daniel said in a low rumble, his voice turned dark. Any other person would have been scared of this but Jonah wasn’t.

“Yeah, but I know her type. She’ll suck you in with a poor sap story then she’ll tell you how great you are. Then, when you least expect it, she’ll say you caused her some sort of pain. Our fans will find out and they’ll hate her and you.” Jonah said taking a step closer before every sentence. By the end of his accusation he was almost chest to chest with the Seavey boy.

Daniel felt the anger burning in his chest,  he wanted to scream. He wanted to get this anger out some way. Jonah didn’t know how strong Y/N was, how she was constantly fighting for herself. She was fighting every day.

“You wanna know something you ass?” Daniel said getting up in Jonah’s face. Hopefully intimidating him.

“What?” the tall boy snarled back.

“When Y/N is at home, she gets pushed around, she gets called names no one should be called. Let alone by a parent, someone who is supposed to take care of you. When her dad comes home from work, he tells her that she’s a mistake and a worthless piece of shit every day. And that’s on a good day. Her mom is constantly drinking and getting aggressive with her. She’ll throw things and physically hurt her. That’s why she has the bruises, she can’t help it. She didn’t choose to be born to those awful people, but here she is.

"When I meet her for the first time walking down a random street in L.A. She had a hoodie on, it was pulled up over her face. She told me that she had always been ashamed of how she looked because of what her parents told her. So I gave her my number if she ever needed to talk and a few weeks later she finally texted me, saying how things were getting worse with her parents and now she’s being caught in the cross fire. So she gave me directions to ‘her quiet place’ and I met her there.

"That night she told me I was the only person that every showed the slightest concern for her since she was in school. Which her parents forced her to be home schooled after they were getting CPS calls every week. She told me I reminded her of the stars, bight in the darkest of times.

"So those bruises, they’re her battle scars. That sap story, that’s her life. So next time you think that you just know someone, try to actually get to know that person first. Because Y/N is an amazing person.” Daniel finished before pushing Jonah away from him out of anger at the numskull. Daniel felt his phone slip out of his pocket and fall to the ground. “Shit.”

He quickly bent down to grab it when he noticed that the lass had scattered. He frantically tried to press the power button to turn it on, but it wouldn’t. So out of frustration, he threw the phone across the room, breaking it further. The pit of anger he felt was starting to subside and turn into anxiousness. He was already supposed to be at the spot with Y/N but he couldn’t get away from Jonah.

“Dude I didn’t know her family life was like that. You should have told me.” Jonah said after regaining his balance from being pushed.

“Why should I tell you when it’s none of your concern? Like honestly man, She means the world to me and all you’ve ever done is think about yourself.” Daniel was fuming, his chest was filled with anger.

“All I was doing was looking out for you, and the other guys. We all are affected by your decision on who you date. You literally can ruin all of our careers because of this girl, I hope that makes you happy.” Jonah said before stomping off.

Daniel decided to just go back to bed and figure things out tomorrow. But no matter how hard he tried to sleep, all he could think about was her and how she must be hurting because of him not showing up. But he knew she was strong and bright, powerful and commanding

Just like the stars.

date a neurodivergent who is hypersensitive and feels things inside of her body, and when she says “stop yelling at me” even though you weren’t even speaking, don’t get mad at her, just get her to a quiet place and give her a hug