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.
“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.”
hey guess whos gonna use her own gifset as an excuse to talk about Ichabod and Calamity? thats right, I am!
and honestly its just cause both Ichy and Calamity definitely lived through the transition of traditional Hollow to industrialized Hollow. which means that, when they were much younger, they spent their childhood running their streets, probably changing forms at will! and they were simply accepted along with the other children. there might have even been other child spirits living there at the time. but then the Industrial Men came and all that changed. Being a spirit was taboo, and dangerous, probably. And i think a lot of the strain we see among the family (Calamity, Ichabod, and their parents) comes from that, and the different ways Calamity and Ichabod adapted to survive.
Obviously, Ichy conformed. Hard. I would bet that he spent all of his time after the ‘IM arrival’ in human form. and i mean he didn’t go crane for solid years, depending on how long Calamity and him stayed in Hollow after things kinda went to hell. Like, that was how Ichabod survived. He eschewed spirit hood. He wore a wig, kept to his human form, and blended with the rest of society. That guy who knew him in school has no idea that Ichabod is a spirit! and tbh this was probs hard for Calamity to watch, just as her rebellious spirit was hard for Ichabod to see.
Cause let’s be real here guys, Calamity went in the opposite direction. she would go human to avoid being grabbed up and tossed in the asylum, but only as a way to keep herself outta there. otherwise, she was lizard as often as she possibly could be. she made friends with the kids of the traditionalists, probably skipped a helluva lotta school, and ignored the society that had grown to hate her. tbh she probs had a lot of near misses, times that scared her family half to death, but Calamity rebelled against the changes brought by ‘the IM’ by being herself twice as hard as before!
So Ichabod looked at Calamity, and he saw her putting herself in danger and being reckless, while he viewed his way as the smart way. The way to survive until things changed, or they left, bc being targeted by a whole town wasn’t something he thought they could survive. and Calamity looked at Ichabod and saw him stifling himself, slowly suffocating who he truly was just to fit in. As far as she could see, to lose sight of who they were was a worse fate than Hollow turning against them.
and im not saying either way was right or wrong. they were both kids who had to deal with the fact that their hometown was turned against them, and they both adapted in the best way they could. its just that their ways were very very different.
Summary:She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.
A/N:Tags are now closed! This chapter is my favorite. If I were Bucky’s girl, I’d totally just call him Jamie all the time. I’m so blown away by the positive response to this series. I posted another series here earlier this summer and I think it got 45 notes at most on a chapter. Thank you so much guys!
Jamie was a name she used in two instances: when she was drunk and when she wanted something. It always amused him and he found it cute, wishing she would use it more often.
“Hey Jamie, what do you think of repainting the dining room?” (She was both for this one.)
“I know we never officially talked about getting a cat, but Jamie he’s so cute. You’ll love him I promise!”
It was the night of another rager of a Stark Party, a few weeks after Steve dragged everyone out to the compound. They were celebrating the end of a very successful mission that had taken months to plan and execute, not that Tony ever needed an excuse to throw a party.
She was drunk, relieving the stress of the past few weeks with one too many martinis.
okokok i can’t stop thinking about early gaalee rn like lee being really clingy and crap bc that’s how he is with everyone and gaara’s getting more comfortable being around people in general but neither of them really get ‘normal people boundaries’ for entirely different reasons so gaara’s going off lee for reference and kinda… trynna keep up with what he’s doing and being all ‘do people always hug this much ok whatevs’ and lee’s super happy that he’s not being told to piss off basically bc he’s JUST SUPER AFFECTIONATE OK but yeah like even tenten needs to tell him to lay off the contact sometimes (tho tbh sometimes gaara still gets overwhelmed tho so they need to break it up for a while) but gaara’s got no previous experience with what ‘normal people boundaries’ are, so this is normal friend shit to him now and he starts liking it and lee starts liking it more too and they’re finding excuses to get closer and to anyone this would be super obvious what’s happening but they’re both kinda socially immature or stunted or whatever so gaara will be literally in lee’s lap and ppl are like ‘…um.’ but they’re just like ‘what this is what friends do we’re friends now’ and holding hands everywhere and when they visit eachother they sleep in each others beds and cling to each other in groups n shit
basically they are the last people to realise they’re dating and i love it
A/N: I should be getting ready for work, I should be writing It’s a Buck Girl Thing but it’s Steve’s birthday and the poor lad needs some loving! It’s quite smutty and inspired by Niall Horan’s Slow Hands
A/N 2: I wrote it quickly this morning and only checked it once so apologies for any mistakes!
Summary: After the events of Civil War, and Bucky gone, Steve does not want to celebrate. He wants to feel like a normal guy, meet a nice gal, have his way with her. He’s in Wakanda and it’s the 4th of July and everyone’s down to celebrate.
Warnings: Smutty undertones. Pet names. Steve’s neck.
Selina quietly observed him from behind the
window as he sat on the couch opposite the fireplace, his lanky frame somewhat
tense, shoulders sagged and head low. It had been a couple of days since Jerome
wrecked havoc on Gotham and tried to murder Bruce, and Selina couldn’t remember
a time when she had felt more terrified for him. The moment she’d learned about
what had happened, she’d gone straight to Wayne manor, not even caring that she
was supposed to be mad at Bruce—she just wanted, needed to make sure he was okay.
Rosita was salty AF because Sasha got the Michonne treatment.
Rosita was salty AF because Sasha didn’t just sleep with Abraham.
He was in love with her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He wanted to make her full of his babies. She was his lady.
And Rosita was someone he used to fuck.
Rick’s gonna officially marry Michonne. As soon as they find Father Gabriel, I am telling y’all. He has the same heart eyes Abe used to have Sasha, or Glenn had for Maggie. And Michonne’s whispering about how they’re the one’s that live.
I mean, that is it for them–there is no one else. Rick knows it. Michonne knows it. Y’all know.
Honestly, one of the quickest ways to break me out of a (non-au) Supergirl fic is a comment about Lucy being a proud and open bisexual since she was a teenager. (Mostly open, no problem with her being proud but closeted).
This purely comes from DADT not being repealed until 2010, and it not being implemented until 2011. Even if you put her at Alex’s age, 28 in 2017 (which is def too young, but as an example) she would have served under DADT until she was 21/22, which would be about when she commissioned after graduating from the Military Academy.
At an older age? I tend to write her being 34 during season 2, so she would have been 27/28, which would be a full ten years serving under DADT.
Having such a high ranking father (dude has four stars, y’all, he’s prob been a general most of, if not all of her life) might protect her if something minor came through, but not so much if she was fully out.
I’m sure it happens cause people are forgetting how recently DADT was repealed, but if just throws me right out of a story.
“Tommy, you can not come in here!” I heard Polly shout. My vision was blurry and I was sweating everywhere. Blood stained the bed I was laying on. I could see Tommy trying to fight his way through the group of men holding him back, just to get to me.
A few quick little angst dabbles for Saeyoung as a continuation of my ‘MC dies at childbirth’-hc’s. Formatting is diffrent because I’m on mobile - Michelle
- He never blamed them for anything
- Does anything for his prince and princess
- But can’t help but feeling sad for your daughter to look so much like you
- Doesn’t spend as much time with her as he does with his boy
- One day, when the twins are 7 years old, he asks if she could help him wash his baby car
- She says that he really doesn’t want her help
- Confused Saeyoung
- Then she says: “It’s okay, I know you hate me, daddy”
- His heart breaks and he asks why she thinks that
- And then she explains that he never really looks at her, gets sad when he does just like when he sees your picture, that he barely talks to her, does all kinds of cool and fun stuff with her little brother
- But most of all because there was this one time when she was looking at pictures of you in a photo album and started yelling at her
- Saying that she could just 'look in the mirror and see the person he loved so much, couldn’t live without and was taking away from him’
- He kicked himself for saying that
- In a way he treated her the same way his mother treated Saeran and it made him sick
- His little girl looked so heart broken in front of him
- They both started to cry
- He promised her to be the best daddy for her that he can be
Take off your coat, and baby come on in. Girl, let me help to get back at him. And I don’t know why you never say goodbye…
Unnamed Female OC x Sami Zayn
PS I have nothing against Seth Rollins I actually adore him I just thought his character would be a good fit here.
Warning: Smut, cursing, kinda angst
Summary: When her boyfriend cheats on her, she runs to the one she know she can count on to comfort her. Will one night of passion lead to something more?
Sami Zayn fell into his hotel bed with a heavy sigh, his body flushed and still moist from his shower. His body stretched, a groan escaping his pink lips as he adjusted his weight among the pillows while flipping mindlessly through the channels on the flat screen. He settled on an ongoing Forensic Files marathon tossing the remote carelessly to the side. Just as his eyes were becoming too heavy and his vision blurring a knock startled him. Glancing at the time, Sami contemplated ignoring the intrusion he had just returned from a night out with the roster surely no one was missing him already. However, the knocking continued, becoming louder and more frantic.
Sami grumbled pulling himself to a sitting position when he froze at the sound of the voice coming from the other side of the door.
“Sami?” The vulnerable voice whimpered. “Are you there? I need you…please.”