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The Perfect Storm The Final Chapter (Jensen x Reader)

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Title: The Perfect Storm The Final Chapter

Summary: Jensen Ackles just wanted his ex wife to sign the divorce papers before he married Danneel. He didn’t want roped back into the storm chaser life. But once a storm chaser, always a storm chaser. Based off the movie Twister (RIP Bill Paxton)

Warnings: None

AN: I have enjoyed writing this fic. Thank you for everyone who read it! If you have any ideas for another based off a movie fic, just let me know!

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Sun and Nice Days

Today was a great day!

Well, it was raining, I lost the bus, i had to change my path to school because a dog decided I wasn’t allowed to go thru my normal path and I forgot to have lunch until 3pm (i only had an yogurt the whole morning, I can only predict an healthy future for me, such responsability)

But the day was bright, the sky blue with fluffy white clouds and being under the rain with warm sun was just so nice! Why was I mean to the rain yesterday?

You could walk back and forward and be ‘in the rain’ ‘out of the rain’ 'in the rain’ 'out of the rain’… (me being childish, I know, but I can’t help it)

And I finished a 9 month old sketchbook today, so that also helped (more information I that later), my university application is going well and I’m just waiting for replies and my last test this school term is over
I’m one oral presentation away of being free for two weeks (our half a month to make it seem longer)

Let’s just hope tomorrow is nice instead of gray again

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.