when i heard it came

A Mid-Summers Nightmare Pt. 2

One Shot
Summary: Dean x Reader, Sam, Joe, Ellen, Bobby, and my own character Jeff.  Dean gets brainwashed into loving another woman by an evil Cupid, but you are dating him. You are heart broken. This is kind of like A Mid-Summer Night Dream retake with the love potion idea.
Warnings: Cheating, language
Word count: 2440
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Readers POV
The first thing I heard when I came back form my run, was a scream coming from my room. That scream belonged no other, than Joe. I started to panic, a million thought running through my mind as I ran up the stairs to Dean and my room. Was she ok? Was Dean ok? What’s going on?

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anonymous asked:

what is splitting?

Splitting is defined as a rapid change of emotions, but that’s not very specific. Despite the fact that splitting is an almost universal symptom for BPD individuals nobody really has put out the best description for it. I remember being very confused when I first heard of it and even more confused when my google searches came up without any real answer to what exactly splitting is. Truly the best way to define splitting is to describe it, but it tends to manifest itself in many ways, so I’ll do my best to cover them all.

Rage Split: A sudden anger that courses through the body sometimes without warning. Your chest will tighten and your vision may tunnel. A burning, aching feeling usually blossoms in my rib cage, like my heart is trying to break out and attack. Generally the primary emotion felt is anger. I become downright infuriated at someone or something for what could be no reason at all. This kind of split usually causes me to act impulsively, say things, I shouldn’t say, and lash out violently. It’s almost like catharsis in that it’s a release of emotions, or just this one overwhelming emotion. Sometimes I can’t really remember what I did or said during the split and looking back the memory is usually a blur.

Preparation Split: This is a split that usually isn’t acted on. Usually a scenario is imagined in the head of what somebody might say to you and how you’d respond. You start to gear up for this situation as if it’s actually going to happen. You begin to hate this person in question, despite the fact that what they ‘did/said’ was purely in your head. Then when the time comes and nothing happens you feel almost disappointed. Most importantly however the feelings of imagined anger and betrayal linger.

Isolation split: This is a split brought on by an extreme fear of abandonment and usually blindsides you unexpectedly out of nowhere. You could be at home, in school, at work, or even with friends and have the overwhelming feeling that everybody hates you. Not only that, but you have the desire to prove yourself wrong so you do the most rational (or in this case irrational) thing you can think of in an effort to get somebody to notice you: you cut yourself off. Now, for some borderlines this is just straight up cutting people out of your life aggressively and for no reason and then wondering why nobody is checking up on them. For others this might be withdrawing casually from social groups and conversations, desperately hoping for somebody to notice and ask if their okay. In both cases the borderline is either noticed, which brings on a sort of euphoria, or is unnoticed and will rage split on themselves (self harm, suicide attempts, risky behaviors, etc). 

Those are the main ones that I come across, but here are some little ones!

Sadness split: A sudden feeling that the world had gone cold and empty and that nothing will bring you joy, ever. This could be mistaken as a symptom for depression, but usually these little splits resolve themselves within a matter of days or even hours.

Apathy split: The borderline no longer feels any emotion whatsoever. For borderlines this is a little bit of heaven that quickly turns into hell. We’re so used to experiencing everything at once that we don’t know how to cope with this new numbness, so we try to force ourselves into experiencing something. This may include self harm, dangerous/illegal activities, etc.

Silent split: Like a rage split in that it is anger fueled, but normally the impulsive behaviors are controlled. This is more common in quiet borderlines.

Euphoria split: This is a sudden ‘Everything is good and wonderful! Nothing will ever make me sad again!’ kind of emotion that results from getting the desired attention we crave. Borderlines will then become so wrapped up in this feeling that they neglect their real responsibilities, convinced that they will be okay and not having the permanence to remember the consequences of their actions.

Okay, I think that just about covers it. Just ask if you have any more questions!

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“Please don’t forget us. Keep us alive in your hearts, and tell your children of the wonders that once were. On behalf of the crew of the Normandy SR-2, this is Liara T'Soni signing off.”

Mass Effect: Andromeda Appreciation
Day 4: Moments that made you cry : References about the Reaper attack in the Milky Way

Sometimes hope is a thing with feathers
And sometimes hope is a thing with a snow covered snoot

My cat, you guys.

She was asleep on my bed 30 seconds before I took this. But when she heard that bag rustle, she came running. She LOVES Goldfish crackers.

Plot twist: those aren’t Goldfish. They’re Milano cookies. (Which she would also eat if I let her.)

Pepperidge Farms uses identical packages for most of their crackers and cookies. Which means I have to keep a bag of crackers on hand so she can have a fishy when I get a cookie.

@mostlycatsmostly

Far too young to die

Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, i listened to soooo many sad songs while writing this and idek how many times i watched my baby Jeff’s death scene and cried. Two of my friends read this and they cried. WE NEED TO PROTECT MY BABY, HE IS TOO PURE FOR THIS CRUEL WORLD

PLAYLIST

  • Saturn - Sleeping at last
  • If I die young - The band perry (iconic song in my opinion)
  • My immortal - Evanescence
  • People help the people - Birdy
  • Moments - One Direction 
  • The whole playlist for 13rw


Jeff’s POV

It was never supposed to happen this way. It should have been me! If that stupid stop sign wasn’t down and if I wasn’t drunk maybe things wouldn’t have ended this way.

*flashback* Y/N POV

As you got ready for the first party of the year, settling on a black romper and flats, you get a text from Jeff.

”be there by 20:30 x”

As you finished doing your hair, you heard your parents and who you presumed to be Jeff. As you walked into the kitchen it was as if he could sense your presence because he turned to you and flashed you a smile that was reserved only for you. You stood next to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead. The drive to Jessica’s house was in a comfortable silence, with you humming to the tune of whatever song was on the radio and Jeff focusing on the road and having his hand resting on your leg.

You both stayed together for the duration of the party, as usual. You decided it was best that you not drink seeing that Jeff decided to play beer pong and someone will have to be the designated driver. You saw Clay and Hannah together and it looked like things were going well. Anyone could see that they liked each other if you paid enough attention. It seemed like the two were just waiting for the other to make the first move. Jeff was really doing a good deed by helping Clay, and from what you’ve heard, Hannah deserves happiness after everything the people at this school has put her through.

It was getting late, so you decided it be best that you and Jeff leave before he gets too drunk, knowing that he will regret it tomorrow morning. As you drove, Jeff filled the silence, “We should go for breakfast tomorrow”, he spoke. You smiled at him, “How about lunch? I don’t think your hangover is going to let you leave bed before 10″, you looked at him and laughed. But you were cut short by the sound of screeching tyres and crash, and everything suddenly went black.

You could hear a voice scream your name, no wait two voices. “y/n wake up, baby please just move, open your eyes. Do something so i know you’re okay please.” Jeff. “Jeff we have to get you out!” said the second voice. “NO! She needs to be okay Clay!” Clay, it’s Clay. You tried, you really tried to move but it was like you were stuck in cement. You wanted to just wrap your arms around Jeff and tell him that everything was going to be okay. That’s when you heard the sirens, the ambulance, Jeff still calling out your name. It pained you to hear him call and you not being able to do anything. It all sounded so distant, it sounded like it was happening miles away from the place you were. But what you heard next didn’t feel distant, it felt like it was being screamed into your ear. “Driver, female, late teens, time of death: 00:26.″

*present* Jeff’s POV

It’s been three days. Three days since I lost her. As I walk into school, everyone looks at me with sympathy and there’s road safety posters plastered everywhere. Are you fucking kidding me? “follow the rules of the road”, “road safety isn’t a joke.” Maybe if the fucking stop sign was up she would still be here. 

“Jeff, wait up”

“Clay, uh-hi”

“I’m not gonna ask how you’re holding up, but you’re my friend and I need to know if you’re gonna be okay at school.”

“I don’t know anymore, there was this part of me hoping she would be there waiting at my locker like she usually does, standing there with open arms ready to tell me it was all a nightmare and that she wouldn’t leave me.”

“Hey listen, everything becomes too much, just tell me and we can put our lessons on hold.”

“No, no don’t do that. She believed in me Clay, she always believed I would would get my grades up and play again and I can at least do that for her.”

“Jeff you know I’m always gonna be here okay? Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, just talk to me okay?”

“yeah thanks Clay”

*2 months later*

She would be proud, y/n would be proud. I got my grades up and coach is going to let me play again. I just wish she was her to see this. “And now stepping up to the plate, Liberty High’s golden boy has returned, Jeff Atkins!”

As I walked onto the field I felt like everything was coming together. I took my position, ready to use all my built up anger and frustration and hit the ball. That’s when I heard it, I looked into the crowd to see where that voice came from but no one was there. I shook it off and got into position again, then there she was, the biggest smile and cheering me on from “her spot” in the crowd and i froze, the bat falling to my feet as i stood there staring at the place she would always stand during my games.

“Jeff! hey man what happened? you good?” someone said as they placed their hand on my shoulder, forcing me to move my gaze from the crowd. “She was there, I heard her voice and I thought I saw her Justin.” “Jeff she’s not there, I’m sorry.” “She was always at my games, she wouldn’t miss any of them. She was my lucky charm.” “Jeff there’s something you need to know about the night of the accident. I-uh Hannah said something after she died, but I can’t say anything. Sheri is the only one who can tell you what really happened that night….”


TAGS: @mr-robot-x @fandoms-allovertheplace @beckybadgirl @loisfrost @homicidal-lemon @interstellarirwin @lowkeyprincipessa @mouray7

miles has good manners and that’s what matters

Patience and Faith

prompt:  We’re roommates and I heard you crying in the shower when I came home, are you okay?
pairing: destiel
tags: roommates, hurt/comfort, angst, burgers cw
a/n:  part one,  wrote this during my writing livestreams. thanks to everyone who joined, you’re amazing <3

Shopping bags bounce against Dean’s legs as he runs up the stairs. He doesn’t work out as much as he used to, so the elevator might have been a better idea. Instead, he tries to look tough and take all five stairs without ending up like an asthmatic rhino. He takes a few deep breaths when he ends up in front of his door with a red, sweaty face. He fumbles with the keys for a while, cursing under his breath because they’re slippery between his fingers.
Still cursing a little, he enters the small hall which is just large enough to get in a coat rack. He puts down the bags so he can slip off his leather jacket and hang it next to Cas’ trenchcoat.

“Hey!” He calls, but there’s no response. Maybe Castiel is focused on his school work again, or found a book in the library that he didn’t already know. Dean brings in the shopping bags himself, muttering he would’ve preferred a little help. Once he is in the kitchen and leans against the counter, he hears the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom. He can use a shower right now too, so he decides to take a shower once Cas is finished.

Humming some AC/DC song, he begins putting away the groceries. He bought ingredients for burgers, a little surprise for his roommate because he passed his English test. It was no surprise to Dean, but Castiel had been worrying the entire week. Dean forgave all his grumpiness days ago. But Cas apologised so many times yesterday that Dean wants to show him it’s fine that he was a bit absent-minded and pettish. To be fair, it’s actually kinda cute when he’s frowning and his hair is a mess because he keeps running his hands through it.

Castiel normally doesn’t shower so long. At first, Dean doesn’t pay attention to it, but once he puts away the last bottle of coke, it occurs to him that Cas has been in there for more than five minutes now, and he was already in there when Dean got home.
A little hesitant at first, Dean walks over to the bathroom and carefully knocks.

“Cas, buddy, you okay in there?”
No answer. Dean frowns and knocks again. He puts his ear against the door, but that doesn’t really work. Just as he’s about to knock again, he hears a sound that’s definitely not the shower. It’s a sob, soft and weak. But Dean is sure, even though he never heard Cas cry before.
Castiel is crying.

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Hamilton GC (Part Two)

A/N: MORE BITCHES

Pairing: Ham Characters X Reader

AU: texting

Warnings: swearing, inappropriate jokes (i need jesus)


{usernames to clarify for all of you}

Y/N: MommyY/N

Alexander Hamilton: DaddyHam

John Laurens: LaurensLovesTurtles

Hercules Mulligan: HorseFucker

Lafayette: FrenchHoe

Eliza: ElizabethSchuyler

Angelica: Angel-ica

Peggy: WifeMaterial

Maria: MariaReynolds

Burr: AaronBurr

George Frederick: KingGeorge


MommyY/N: alex

MommyY/N: alex

MommyY/N: ALEX

MommyY/N: ALEXANDER

MommyY/N: ALEXANDER

MommyY/N: HAMILTON

MommyY/N: DUDE

MommyY/N: Daddy

MommyY/N: WTF THAT ALWAYS WORKS

MommyY/N: I’ll send nudes

DaddyHam: wait are u serious

LaurensLovesTurtles: i came when i heard nudes

DaddyHam: laurens you’re gay af smh

DaddyHam: don’t pretend

HorseFucker: did someone say nudes

FrenchHoe: ^^^

MommyY/N: yes

HorseFucker: are u really gonna send them?

MommyY/N: no

DaddyHam: fuck u

DaddyHam: better yet,,, fuck me

MommyY/N: im good

MommyY/N: ive found caterpillars longer than your dick

DaddyHam: :(

ElizabethSchuyler: you srsly made another one?

AaronBurr: why

KingGeorge: i hate literally everybody in this chat wtf

MommyY/N: smh boi u have no reason to hate my ass

KingGeorge: what ass?

HorseFucker:

Originally posted by readyforpinof

LaurensLovesTurtles: mY GAY QUEENS FUCKING SHIT YES

FrenchHoe:

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

DaddyHam: bITCH

DaddyHam: DONT LIE TO YOURSELF

DaddyHam: Y/N IS THICC AF

MommyY/N: bitch how u know

DaddyHam: smh u underestimate my detection skills

HorseFucker: do u really not see him stare at your ass 24/7?

WifeMaterial: ^^^

Angel-ica: it happens a lot ^^

ElizabethSchuyler: ^or he just looks at pictures

MommyY/N: how the hell did u get pictures

DaddyHam: doesn’t matter

MommyY/N: hey alex

DaddyHam: yes babygirl

MommyY/N: smh what a skank 

MommyY/N: i think your dick is actually bigger than george’s

KingGeorge: dude im 12 inches tf?

MommyY/N: aw

MommyY/N: look at george

MommyY/N: reachin for the limit

DaddyHam: but is he 12 inches?

MommyY/N: nah

MommyY/N: more like 2

DaddyHam: bOI

DaddyHam: im 9 inches ;)

MommyY/N: BAHAHHAHA NO UR NOT

DaddyHam: :(

HorseFucker: wait Y/N how would u know

MommyY/N: ……

DaddyHam: …….

MommyY/N: GTG

                           MommyY/N left the conversation

DaddyHam: I HAVE TO TEND TO MY DICK

                        DaddyHam left the conversation

HorseFucker: wtf

LaurensLovesTurtles: MY VIRGIN EYES

LaurensLovesTurtles: tHIS CONVERSATION HURTS THEM

FrenchHoe: boy u aren’t a virgin

MariaReynolds: ^^

AaronBurr: def not ^^

HorseFucker: wait

HorseFucker: burr

HorseFucker: what did you do

AaronBurr: ??

HorseFucker: did u fuck laurens?

                          AaronBurr left the conversation

FrenchHoe: yes?

                         LaurensLovesTurtles left the conversations

KingGeorge: why is everyone leaving

KingGeorge: ARE Y/N AND ALEX FUCKING

HorseFucker: BOI U LATE AF

HorseFucker: and what the fuck do u care

KingGeorge: she’s my ex-girlfriend

HorseFucker: BOI THE FUCKIN EX IS THERE FOR A REASON

KingGeorge: nah

HorseFucker: OOH DAMN ALEX WANTS ME TO PUT HIM BACK IN SO HE CAN ROAST YOUR FLAT LITTLE WHITE ASS

                        HorseFucker added DaddyHam to the conversation

DaddyHam: BOI Y/N AIN’T YOUR PROPERTY

DaddyHam: LIKE GO SUCK A DICK HOE

KingGeorge: i am not gay

DaddyHam: smh sure

DaddyHam:

Originally posted by muridicristallo

KingGeorge: fuck i hate you

DaddyHam: same :)

                          KingGeorge left the conversation

                        DaddyHam left the conversation

Angel-ica: that was interesting

WifeMaterial: mhm

ElizabethSchuyler: semi-educational

MariaReynolds: when

ElizabethSchuyler: the dick talk

MariaReynolds: i learned more about dicks from my kindergarden teacher smh

HorseFucker: DO YALL WANA HAE AN ORGY

WifeMaterial: ew no

FrenchHoe: IM FUCING DON

                                Angel-ica, WifeMaterial, ElizabethSchuyler and MariaReynolds left the conversation

FrenchHoe: IM HIGH AS HEKLL

HorseFucker: MW TOO

FrenchHoe: lets gp MOR HIHG

HorseFucker: OAY

                          HorseFucker left the conversation

                          FrenchHoe left the conversation

Angst MM

“No… No…Nooooo! Don’t reset!” I bolted up in my bed. My clothes stuck to my skin from all the sweat. Frantically I looked to my side.

On the other pillow laid my phone.

“No,” I pressed my palms to my eyes,“ I can’t take this anymore.”

‘At first, it was supposed to be fun. Getting to meet her and talking to her; I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.’

Every time she completed a route, she would reset. Every time, she picked someone else and showed a different side to her. She won them over like the angel she was and every time, it broke my heart a little bit more.

First, with Yoosung, she helped him move on from Rika. Next, it was Zen and the scandal. Then Jaehee, who she helped go after her dreams. Then Jumin, who she completely accepted with all his yandere demands. But never me. She never picked me. She never ignored me but she never gave me much attention in the chat.

I waited patiently, hoping every time she would pick me but she never did. While she and everyone else forgot when she reset, I was stuck remembering. I didn’t know why I was the only one. Was this my punishment from God for abandoning him back then?

“Seven? Oops. Saeyoung?”

I snapped my head towards the door and there she stood.

“You’re here,” I spoke in disbelief. How was she here? Why? When?

She rushed over to me and hugged me.

“What’s wrong? I heard you screaming reset.”

Her warmth enveloped me and I felt the cold and loneliness slip away.

“I dreamed you reset and left me,” I clung to her tightly. If I didn’t hold her to confirm she was here, she would disappear. Maybe this was a dream too. If so, I wished to never wake up.

“Reset? What are you talking about?”

I pulled away slightly and looked up at her. Her face expressed her worry and confusion, but mostly love. She was waiting patiently for me to explain even if she didn’t understand.

“I dreamed you got abducted by aliens during our space wedding and they were making you reset to the first day when you joined RFA,” I smiled.

I couldn’t tell her. Telling her would only make it more real. I didn’t want her to even think about resetting.

It was selfish but I wouldn’t, no, couldn’t let her go. It would kill me now that I finally had her.

She giggled, “I’m sure the defender of justice 707 would come and rescue me.”

“Of course!” I grinned.

“Now go to sleep,” She kissed my cheek, “I won’t reset, Saeyoung. You’re the last.”

“What was that?” I asked. I didn’t catch the last thing she said as I slowly felt exhaustion take over.

“I love you Saeyoung. I won’t reset,” she smiled kindly as she walked out the door.

I smiled and closed my eyes. She had already completed the other routes. I was her last and with that I didn’t have to worry about her resetting.


I peaked into Seven’s room. He had fallen back asleep. The slow rising and falling of his chest proved that.

I looked down at my phone. I didn’t really understand but I knew. Every time I reset, I lost all my memories.

But this time, I was done. By subconscious choice or maybe, I had those memories repressed somewhere and saved Seven for last.

Now that it was finished, I could stay with him forever-

My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen.

“Mystic Messenger updated. New characters added.”

I felt tears blur my vision.

“I’m sorry Seven… I didn’t-”

“You’re going to reset.”

I looked to see Saeran looking at me.

“You know-”

“Don’t make me go through it again. I’m finally with Saeyoung. Don’t take me away from him,” he looked frantic and grabbed my arms.

“Saeran,” I looked at him shocked.

“I can’t remember but I feel it! I feel his pain! Don’t separate us!” He shouted.

“Saeran!”

I looked at Seven’s door and it was opened and Seven looking angrily at his brother.


I was shocked at the sight in front of me. Saeran was clinging onto her and there was desperation in his eyes. Once she looked at me and our eyes locked she looked away guiltily.

“You’re going to reset,” I felt my heart shattering once again.

“I’m sorry,” she looked sad.

It hurt. It hurt when she reset but it hurt more to see my angel in so much pain, and to know that I was the cause of that pain? That was even worse.

“It’s okay,” I forced a smile.

“Saeyoung! What are you saying?! I rather let her die than have her reset!” Saeran looked at me desperately.

“Saeran! It’s her choice!” I shouted.

He flinched and let go of her.

“Are you okay?” I reached out my hand towards her.

“I’m fine…”

“It’s okay.”

She looked at me shocked.

“Don’t feel bad about it. It’s something you have to do right?” I smiled.

Everything in me was screaming at her not to.

“Yeah,” she spoke quietly.

I tilted her chin up.

“Hey, why are you so sad? It’s not like anyone is dying,” I grinned.

I had to send her off with a smile. I didn’t want our last memory together would be her being so tormented and sad. I wanted to see her smile at me while still loving me.

“Saeyoung….”

“I love you,” I smiled. I felt tears in my eyes but I hoped she didn’t notice.

Tears were streaming down her face, “Saeyoung-”

“I’ll be waiting, okay?” I grinned.

She probably figured out what I was doing because she always had the uncanny ability to do so and it showed since she wiped her tears away and smiled.

“I’ll be back,” she smiled.

As she began fading, I lost my smile. I knew she wouldn’t be back. After all, she was going to forget everything. She never went back to the others once she completed them so what made me so different?

“Saeyoung….” My brother looked at me worriedly.

“Dammit!” I shouted and slammed my fist on the ground, “Why can’t I forget? Why am I the only one who remembers?! It’s not fair! Why are you punishing me God?!”

“Saeyoung, don’t think like that! I forgive-” I never heard what my brother was going to say as the world around me faded.


Once my vision was restored, I tried not to look at my phone as it began buzzing. I loved her and I lost her. She wasn’t coming back. I closed my eyes and tried to void my emotions like Jumin suggested.

It didn’t work. Memories of her flashed through my mind.

“Dammit all,” I laughed,“I should have pushed her away when she was on my route. Why did I cave?”

I opened a bag of honey Buddha chips then looked at my phone. I shouldn’t keep her waiting.

“Did someone download the app twice?”

The Adrien Diaries...

30 Mar 2017


…well fuck.


My day began with my life ending. It’s over. Done. I’m ghost-writing this right now.

It started slowly.

With the initial burning sensation, I was concerned.
After I looked down and saw my life falling in clumps at my feet… I felt the stirrings of panic.
But it was with Nathalie’s reaction when I came downstairs for breakfast that the true horror of my “situation” began to settle on me.

And then I had to face my father

…is it healthy to see your life flash before your eyes twice in less than 3 months?

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The Hideout (Happy x Reader)

I wrote this earlier in the week and forgot about it. Here y’all go my lovelies <3 

WARNINGS: Language & Explicit Content (Smut)

Originally posted by lolsthecat

Originally posted by canadaloveselena

Playlist: Safari - Jidenna

There was only one rule at the Hideout; no problems. In order to step into the building, you had to leave all issues and affiliations at the door. The Hideout was common ground, an in-between, a meeting place. All gangs of every kind were welcome. On the condition that you didn’t bring your violence inside with you. Once you were outside the front doors, well – that was a whole other story.

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here’s the ironic thing: when I first heard of twenty one pilots, it was right after Blurryface came out. I saw countless posts that had the words “my name’s Blurryface, and I care what you think” written over black and white photos, red visuals, and other things. I had no idea what the band was, or who created this Blurryface concept, but for some reason I was comforted by the words “and I care what you think”. I had no background context of the song, so that sentence made me like Blurryface. It made me envision this kind and caring character that listened to what people had to say when they were hurt. Who cared for your opinion and wanted to help.

Now I know who Blurryface is, and the evils he has done, and I see what I used to think as a metaphor. To someone who experiences insecurity and mental illness, their own embodiment of Blurryface can appear as a comforting friend. You begin to believe that your insecurities are protecting you from the cruel outside world. That your depression is there for you when no one else is. That maybe whoever this cruel being is, it actually cares what you think. It’s a cruel trap to fall in. 

Long story short, I once believed Blurryface’s infamous words were sung in encouragement. Now I realize that he was against me, us, everyone, the whole time.

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Till the End of Time: Sometimes a boy just needs his dad.

Words 3.4k - Second Person

Warnings: few swear words

“You don’t think I care,” Harry scoffed his eyebrows shooting up into his hair line. “I always see when you’re upset, but you go to your mum first before I even get the chance to talk to you and by then she tells me that you’re fine. I heard your voice in that voicemail, I could have called your mum and told her that you left a message for her but that wasn’t my first thought. My first thought was to come here and see if I my son was okay and if I could help him and it wasn’t just because I was few doors away it was because I could feel your pain and I wanted to make it go away.”

.-.-.-.

Eli’s ears were ringing as he walked into his New York hotel. Sunglasses’ were covering his stinging eyes although the sun had gone down long ago and there were small tufts of his brown curls peeking out from under his dark hoodie.

He gave a quick wave to the girls that were waiting behind a barrier and they screamed an assortment of ‘I love you’ back at him, making his ears ring even more. He had been used to this his whole life though you had done your best to protect him from all the media and fans imposing in on his childhood. Now he was twenty and about to release his second album and all these girls were there for him instead of his father.

Eli was grateful for the way that you had protected him growing up, he remembered a number of times where he cuddled against your chest, his ears hurting as all the girls screamed his dad’s name. You were the one that held him when he was upset, his three sisters preferred their dad’s hold but he always found that when he was upset, scared or needed something you were the one he sought.

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Stupid Feelings (Part 3)

Originally posted by farous

Part one here    Part two here

Anon requests: Omggggg I looooooved stupid feelings!!! Will wait for part 3!!! Love your writiiing!!!

If I slip ya a twenty do you think you could make stupid feelings pt 3 but with a little bit happier twist ;) P.s. you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’ll respect anything you do because you’re a wonderful writer

please do a part three of stupid feelings it’s so angsty it fuels my soul

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Based off of Taylor Swift’s “Clean”, (Y/N) goes through the healing process of losing a best friend.

Warnings: a lil angst

Word count: 934

A/N: This is the last part. sorry if you guys don’t get enough closure with this, but so far all of my other imagines / series have had happy endings, and although this isn’t exactly a sad ending, it’s not happily ever after and i’m very satisfied with it.  i hope you guys like it, enjoy!


The drought was the very worst

When the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst

It was months, and months of back and forth

You’re still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can’t wear anymore

It had been months since I talked to Jughead. Although avoiding him was brutal, I knew that this was good for me.

The most painful part was not avoiding Jughead, but rather the sudden lack of his presence.  Over the course of a few months, we had formed a close bond, and then it was suddenly ripped apart.  It was like having a drought right after a heavy rainstorm.

Hung my head as I lost the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm

Rain came pouring down when I was drowning

That’s when I could finally breathe

And by morning gone was any trace of you,

I think I am finally clean

Healing is a process.  Every day I spent without Jughead was agonizing, but I kept repeating to myself that healing is a process.  I cannot heal if I return to the pain.

Did it hurt that I constantly saw Jughead with Betty?  Yes.  Was it painful to see them smiling and happy at Pop’s together?  Yes.  

There was nothing left to do

When the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room

So I punched a hole in the roof

Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you

Cheryl was scrolling through my camera roll on my phone when she suddenly stopped and sent me a distasteful look.

“Really, (Y/N)?” she asked, rolling her eyes as she showed me a picture on my phone. It was a selfie Jughead and I had taken together when we used to talk to each other.  “I thought you were getting over him?”

“I am,” I responded, snatching my phone out of her perfectly-manicured hand.  “I just wanted to keep this.  It’s my last picture of him.  The rest are deleted.”  She shook her head in disapproval.

“Delete it, honey,” she advised.  “It’s for the best.”

The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing

Rain came pouring down when I was drowning

That’s when I could finally breathe

And by morning, gone was any trace of you,

I think I am finally clean

I think I am finally clean

Said I think I am finally clean

It was a rainy night, and I was locked in my room.  Tears would not stop rolling down my cheeks.

“This is pathetic,” I whispered to myself, gripping my blankets.  “Pull yourself together.”  Clenching my eyes closed, I tried to calm myself down.  “I’m over it, I’m over him.”

The next morning, I woke up with puffy eyes.  I examined my appearance in the mirror, rubbing my face in a helpless attempt to make it look like I wasn’t crying.

“Healing,” I muttered.  “I’m healing.”

 10 months sober, I must admit

Just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it

10 months older, I won’t give in

Now that I’m clean I’m never gonna risk it

Ten months. It had been ten months since I had spoken to Jughead.  I spotted him with Betty less and less.  Part of me wondered if something happened between the two of them, but then I also realized that maybe I just don’t care anymore.  Maybe I’ve finally moved on.

It was freeing, being healed.  I could walk down the hallways and look all his friends in the eyes.  I could talk to Veronica without sadness pressing down on my chest, I could wave at Archie in the hallways.

But I still could not return to Jughead.

He was still my source of pain, and even though I knew that my heart had healed, the pain would come rushing back if I started talking to Jughead again.

 The drought was the very worst

When the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst

 Rain came pouring down when I was drowning

That’s when I could finally breathe

And by morning gone was any trace of you,

I think I am finally clean

Veronica and I became close friends, and soon I found myself being welcomed by her whole friend group.  She was aware of what happened between me and Jughead the previous year, so she made sure to keep him in the dark about our blossoming friendship.

I sat with her, Kevin, and Betty at lunch one day.  Betty had become my friend, and I found myself able to enjoy being in her presence without thinking about Jughead.  We were laughing about something when Archie approached us, Jughead following.  He stopped at our table, and we fell silent.  Jughead and I immediately locked eyes, and I knew I could not avoid this any longer.

Maybe I had it wrong.  Maybe avoiding Jughead wasn’t the best way for me to cope.  As I stared into his eyes, I realized that I was not fully healed until I could talk to him again.  Until I could look my once best friend into the eyes and greet him, I was not completely okay.  The corners of his lips tentatively twitched upwards, hesitant about whether or not it was okay to speak to me.  Before he could utter a greeting, I beat him to it.

“Hi, Jughead.”

 Rain came pouring down when I was drowning

That’s when I could finally breathe

And by morning gone was any trace of you

I think I am finally clean

Finally clean

Think I’m finally clean

Think I’m finally clean

It’s yours/Dr.Spencer Reid Smut

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“Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.” He said trying to keep his voice steady, I couldn’t find the words. “Go ahead!” He said raising his voice. “I don’t love you.”

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