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Dissociation vs Overstimulation

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Dean Winchester | SPN 5.21 - Two Minutes to Midnight

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I LOVED your last post! May I request Jacob with a deaf imprint? She was born deaf but is offered the chance to get a cochlear implant and the first thing she wants to hear is Jake's voice(could be her parents are gone so he's the closest thing she's got.💖)

Please and thank you!

You come up with the best ideas! It’s not that long because I don’t have much experience with deafness, so many information is from google.

Thank you so much! Hope you enjoy

Your entire life you’ve wondered what it would be like to hear your own voice, to hear your own heartbeat, to hear your loved ones tell them they love you. When you were little, you remember your father asking you what would be the first thing you’d like to hear if you’d ever get the chance. The tears burn in your eyes as you remember your answer, the only thing you signed being “mom and dad.” You have something that’s called CHL (Conductive Hearing Loss). You know it’s treatable with a hearing aid or a cochlear implant so you signed up for every treatment you could find but never got accepted. Two years ago, your world changed as your parents lost their lives in a car accident meaning you’ll never get the chance to ever hear their voices. Depression followed and it took a while for you to get your life back together. You didn’t know it came with the help of a man who could shift into a wolf. Six months ago your life changed for the better when you ran into an old friend from school who invited you to have dinner with her at her cousins house. There you met the love of your life, who took you into his world of the paranormal. Exactly 36 days ago you got the call that you’ve been waiting for. You’ve been approved for a cochlear implant. Now all you want is to hear his voice.

“Babe? You nervous?” Jacob rests his hand on your thigh and squeezes it. You give him a shaky smile and nod your head. “You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart. I’m here every step of the way.” You can see Jacob struggling with his signing and it makes you giggle. The moment Jacob found out you were his imprint and that you were deaf, he started sign language classes. He’s even teaching the pack some off the thing he’s learned so they can communicate with you better. Today is the day the cochlear implant will be turned on, two weeks ago you had surgery for your internal implant which they placed on your brain. The specialist walks in the door and informs you and Jacob how it’s gonna work. Not long after she turns the cochlear implant on. “First you’ll hear a beep, which means it’s turned on, okay? Now, it may sound loud, but you’ll get used to it very soon. Okay, here we go!” The specialist smiles at you and works her magic on the computer. She looks over at Jacob and tells him to start talking.

“Hi baby, i love you.” Jacob grips your hands and squeezes them. For a moment time stands still as your brain wraps around the sound of his voice. You don’t even feel the tears streaming down your face but notice them when they fall onto your hand that’s clasped in front of your mouth. “Your voice.. it’s beautiful.” Your shoulders start shaking from happiness, Jacob wraps his arms around you as the specialist smiles and gives you the information you’ll need for the next couple of days. You make an appointment for a checkup in a couple of weeks and you’re ready to go.

The moment you step in Sam’s house, everybody looks at you with wide eyes. “How did it go?” Embry is the first one to speak up. Jacob smiles while squeezing your hand tightly. “It went well”. Everybody jumps up as you speak, happy you can hear them without having to sign.

“I’m gonna tell you how much I love you, every second of every day.” Jacob kisses your lips. “I can’t wait to hear it.” You smile at each other.

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Second request in a row but this is too cute and I will forget. As I'm snacking on my grapes this morning my 2 toddlers in class(a 1.5 yr old and an almost 2 yr old) are standing there asking "more please" whenever I eat one grape(1 for me then 1 for each of them). It's too stinking cute and I thought I could see Jake with twins asking the pack for bites of their food. 😂😂😂

YES PLEASE 🫣!

I love you

“Jawod, mowe pleese.” You walk into Emily’s living room to see your 18 month old son sitting on his uncle’s lap, waiting for him to feed him more berries. “Momma looks, bewwies!” His twin sister wobbles inside, holding one of Paul’s fingers. Her other tiny hand is holding two small berries, squished berries with how tightly she’s gripping on to them. You hear the door open and close as your husband walks in from Patrol. “Dada!” The twins run towards Jacob as he kneels down and picks them both up. “Hello my loves!” Jacob kisses both their cheeks and cuddles them close. Our daughter pulls away from him and shoved her hand in front of his face. “Look dada, bewwies!” Jacob nods with a big smile on his face. “I see that princess, did uncle Paul give you those?” He rubs her tiny cheek with his palm and she smiles at him as she nods her head, her tiny pigtails on the top bouncing with her movements. You walk over towards Jacob and your daughter and lean up to kiss your husbands cheek. “Missed you” you mumble against his skin. “Momma nooooooo, my dada!” Your daughter launches herself towards her father as he catches her skillfully in his arms. “Yes baby, your dada.” I run my fingers over her forehead, brushing away some hairs that got loose from her pigtails. You look over to where your son is pressed up against his uncle Jared’s chest as they count the berries that are still in his bowl.

Later that night as you are all sitting down for dinner, the twins in their high seats, your son of course next to his super hero uncles as your daughter never lets go of her daddy’s hand. “Mowe pleese.” Your son grins at his uncles at the sight of the beans on Paul’s plate. “You are seriously Jacob’s mini.” Jared ruffles your son’s hair and puts more beans in front of him. “Come on princess, daddy has to eat too.” You try to wriggle her little hand out of Jacob’s hand with no success, she’s gripping it tightly, afraid if she lets go he’ll disappear. “I’m okay babe, I’ll manage” Jacob kisses the side of your head and tries to eat with the hand that’s not in a death grip.

“Dadaaaaa, mommaaaaaa” two little voices can be heard in the middle of the night screaming for you and your husband who is curled up beside you in bed. He lets out a groan as the twins continue to cry. “I’ll go babe, you go back to sleep” he softly kisses your forehead, rubs the sleep out of his eyes and gets out of bed. He shuffles towards the twins’s room, walks in and puts on the light. Your son is standing in his crib, glaring at the closet door as your daughter sniffles behind her blanket, clutching her teddy bear. “What’s wrong?” Jacob sits down near your son and rubs his head. Your daughter crawling over closer to her dad so she can hold his hand. “Montah” your son point towards the closet and wildly shakes his head. “A monster? Oh no! I’ll get the monster spray and we’ll scare the monsters away together ,kay?” Jacob walks to the closet to get the “monster” spray, which just contained water and puts it on the floor. He gets the twins out of bed and slowly walks them over towards the closet. Four little hands grip the bottle as Jacob opens the closet door. The entire bottle gets sprayed into the closet and the twins are squealing with glee. “kay, the monster is gone, now it’s time for sleep, yeah?” Jacob puts the twins into their cribs and kisses their foreheads. “Goodnight my loves” he smiles as he walks to the door.

“Dada?” Your son looks up at his dad,

“Mowe pleese…” and point to his forehead.

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OK ok! I loved the last request you fulfilled and I have this one I'd LOVE to see someone write out for me! I've requested it a few times in the past but no one's responded to it. No worries if it's not your cup of tea!

My idea is that Jacob imprints on a reader who is *drum roll* a single mama. But not in the traditional sense, nope. The little one she cares for was the child of her best friend and her boyfriend. They ended up in an accident and before they passed they had put it in their will that (reader) be the one to care for their child should something happen to them. So, thrust into this new life of being a mama(thinking the little is 6months to a year) she's had her life changed and isn't looking for romance but you know how fate works. I could see the child almost instantly bonding with Jacob too, just adoring him as much as his/her 'mama'. Please and thank you if you can do this! <3 <3

This is going to be a loooooong one! I am loving this request (secretly hoping I had this one in my head with Paul) but here you go! Hope you enjoy it ❤️!

This was not the life you had imagined for yourself, not by a long shot but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You made a promise, and it’s a promise you intended to keep. When your best friend asked you to be the godmother of her beautiful baby girl, you didn’t hesitate when it came to saying yes. It was an agreement you both made when you both started dating. If anything would happen to her or me, and there was another person involved, we would take care of that person, wether it was a partner or a child. Neither of you thinking you would make that agreement a reality so soon in life. On the way home from the hospital after giving birth their daughter, your best friend and her boyfriend got into a horrible car accident almost twelve months ago, taking both their lives, leaving you as their daughter’s legal guardian

“Sweetheart, do you have everything?” You turn your head to look at your mother holding Layla in her arms who smiles when she sees you. Her tiny hands making grabbing motions at you which makes you smile. You grab her from mother, still biting down on the pacifier while making sure you have everything in your bag. You decided to take Layla out to the beach since she loves the water so much and you finally got a day of from work so you thought today was the day. Layla grabs the pacifier from your mouth and giggles when she starts playing with it, slamming it in her one hand while holding on to it with the other. “I have everything, diapers, toys, floaters. I think that’s everything… by the way thanks mom, for coming over” your mom waves you away like it’s nothing. “I’d do anything for you girls, now go have fun and be safe!”

It’s a short walk from your house to the beach so you put Layla in her stroller and make your way down the road. As you get to the beach you notice some people already there, playing football and chilling in the sun. You let out a little sigh and stop near a spot with some shadow so Layla won’t be sitting in the blinding sun the entire time. You put out your beach towel and place Layla on top with her toys and floaters. You let yourself sit down next to her and look around the beach. Your sight immediately goes to the boys playing football. While you can’t deny their attractiveness or their glistening bodies in the sun, you don’t really have time for romance and boyfriends. Not only do you not have the time for it, you’re just not interested right now, all you want is to focus on Layla and make sure she’s healthy, safe and happy.

You hear giggling next to you and look over at Layla who happily slams her toys into the sand and then looks over at you. She gives you a big smile and puts the toy in her mouth including all the sand that came with it. “Layla no!” You hurry to get the toy out of her mouth and clean it. She spits out the remainder of the sand and gives you a toothy grin, making you laugh. Your moment is interrupted with a football flying into your skull. You yell and grab your head.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” You look up with one eye closed as you rub your head and notice it’s one of the guys playing football. “I didn’t mean to kick it so hard, does your head hurt? Can I take a look at it?” The guy takes your hand away from your head and you wince when he touches it. You look at Layla who’s now climbed into your lap with her head firmly pressed against your chest, she always does this when she’s shy. As you look into the guy’s eyes, you see his widen for a moment while his mouth falls slightly open. “I- I’m Jacob, Jacob Black. And I’m really, really sorry about your head.” he holds out his hand for you to shake as you see him bite his bottom lip. You reach out to shake his but you’re surprised as Layla turns her head and sneaks her little hand in Jacob’s. You see him give her a soft smile, as he slowly shakes her hand. “And who’s this pretty lady, you must be the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen” you can see Layla brighten up at his words and she turns around fully in your lap. She raises her hand to to give him a small wave and gets up to sit next to you. She pats the spot next to her and looks up at Jacob.

“I’m y/n, and this is Layla.” You brush some of her hair away from her face. Jacob nods as he slowly sinks down next to Layla and grabs one of her toys. “You have a beautiful kid” he smiles. You feel your cheeks burn up while trying to come up with an excuse for your story so you just mumble a thank you. You hear some shouting and look up to see some of his friends heading out. “So I have to go, but here’s my number. If you ever need anything or wanna hang out.. give me a call” you smile at him and thank him. He gets up and takes off but not before waving and smiling at Layla who happily smiles and waves back.

Two weeks later you find yourself sitting at your breakfast table looking at Layla brabble about something while the man of your dreams is listening intensely to every sound that’s coming out of her mouth. He nods and asks questions while giving her spoons of baby food. He looks up at you and winks before continuing the conversation he has with your baby girl. Jacob became a really good friend, these past two weeks. Making sure you could take a nap and get your social life back together as he introduced you to his friends. “I hope it’s okay i invited them, I mean they wanted to come” this afternoon is Layla’s first birthday party and while it’s a happy day, it takes you back to the memories of a year ago. It makes you think of her real parents. The one who should’ve been here celebrating her birthday and every milestone she made. Jacob didn’t want you to celebrate her birthday alone with her maternal and paternal grandparents, you always had them visiting her or the other way around as well as your parents who doted on her like she was their own. A couple of hours later everyone arrived and the party was in full swing. All of Jacob’s friends came and they brought food, presents and warmth. A warmth you haven’t felt in forever.

“It’s time for cake!” You bring out the cake that was made by Emily and light up the big candle that looks a one in the middle of it. Everybody starts singing happy birthday and Layla claps along smiling. You kneel down so you can help her blow out the candle. You remove the candle and she smashes both her hands into the cake. She laughs happily as everyone arounds her laughs. “Mama” a gasp escapes your mouth as you look over to the little girl you’ve called daughter for almost a year now. She holds her hands out towards you, saying that one word over and over while smiling at you. Her hands are full of cake and one sneaky little tooth shows itself through her smile. You lean down and kiss her forehead while catching the eyes of the one person you wanted to make eye contact with. He winks and turns away out of your sight.

Not long after you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder and your pulled into someone’s embrace. “You did good, mama” Jacob whispers in your ear and kisses your temple. You interlace your hand with the one hanging over your shoulder and smile up at him.

Yeah, Jacob Black is growing on you, and you don’t mind one bit.

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Dreams Of You

Hello everyone! So, I thought I would give posting fanfics a shot, starting with this small "blurb?" of Jacob Black. Obviously, aged up! I have been wondering quite a lot recently how imprinting would feel and be perceived since it's described as more intense than normal love. I really hope you like it, and if you have any other ideas for a longer fanfic you would like me to write next, let me know, and I might write it!<3 sexual content 18+ minors dni

“I dream of you all the time.” His voice was low, his breath brushing against your collarbones as he found a place in the crook of your neck. Warmth surrounded you, scorching skin burning through the layers of clothing, heating you until all left were cold fingertips and even colder lips. “Even when I’m awake, I still dream of you.”

The words were almost unrecognizable as his mouth pressed against your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine. His words never failed to make your heart flutter at his blatant affection for you. Never did it cease to overwhelm you, for he told you that there were truly no words that could describe how he yearned for you every minute—every second of his long, exhausting days. 

Indeed, you couldn’t imagine what that was like, for if you harbored feelings in that vast amount, there could be no other way for you to deal with them than simply exploding. 

Sometimes, when Jacob was perched over you, arms wound tight under your back as he hugged you close to him, strong legs helping him push into you, you could almost be sure your thoughts weren’t too far off the mark. The way his hands always seemed to handle you softly now strained against his strength, pulling you so tight against him as if having you close was the only way to keep him from eating you alive.

His pronounced brows permanently furrowed something so terribly, eyes tightly shut as sweat dripped down his skin, the salty substance dripping down your chest as his lips distracted themselves by dragging his tongue over your pulse, breathing in your scent til it consumed him whole. Strained breaths could be heard, grunts mingling with your quiet whimpers as your hands trailed over his shoulders, feeling his body tremble beneath them, shaking something so terrible. 

You’d ask him if he needed a break, worry consuming you when his strong arms gave up, pressing into you more urgently as the bed rocked against the wall. Yet it turned out there wasn’t anything the matter with his stamina as he growled in protest when you tried to sit up, his heavyweight over you making your attempts futile, desperate lips finding yours as he slowed slightly, grinding into you as you moaned at the tortuous rhythm he set. 

“You’re shaking, Jacob.” You’d say quietly, fingers threading through his damp hair as his hazy, warm, brown eyes found yours, once more planting his lips against yours. “I’ll be okay.” He’d mumble through the kiss, tongue caressing yours as his hand softly placed itself on your cheek, threading over your skin as if it were porcelain.

It didn’t take long for him to move inside you again, eyes glazed over as he stared into yours through lidded eyes, mouth open over your gasping one as your fingers ran through his black hair. Bringing him down to you once more, you felt the ridges and bumps of his upper body against you, muscles clenching with every thrust as if it took every willpower of his to control himself. 

“God.” He panted out, releasing you to slap his hands against the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly in one hand as you heard them rip under his harsh treatment, the other hand taking hold of the headboard. The wood complained under his hard hold, crumbling as his hold tightened. Your hand found his cheek amidst the pleasure coursing through you, thumb carefully stroking the skin as you whispered his name.

It felt like every sense of reality was swept away from Jacob as his unfocused eyes fell on you, heart thumping so hard against his chest it felt like it would punch through both skin and bones. Shaking his head, he looked at you again, still finding your lidded eyes staring back at him like he had created the world you walked on. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” He grunted, reveling in the feeling of your cold fingertips against his hot cheek as his stomach coiled something so terribly, making him believe he was going to go insane with desire.

In a way, he always feared being this close to you, for only being in your presence was overwhelming for him, never mind feeling your soft skin against his and hearing your pleasure-filled whimpers as he took you. Oh, how he had longed for you, how much he longed for you now, even though he was the closest to you he could ever be. 

He didn’t lie when he told you he always dreamed of you. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you, like you were carved into his eyelids. He never could get close enough, and while that was a curse in itself, it was a curse he wouldn’t trade for any other.

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Today’s Seal Is: Ya Really Mean It?

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being on tumblr for a long time but never reading homestuck like

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Ewan Mitchell as Tom Bennett

in tv-series “ World on Fire ” season 1 episode 4

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Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

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EXCUSE YOU SAME VIBE DIFFERENT PHOTO

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Kisses for the mighty general ❤️‍🔥 (updated version)

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EDDIE X READER - COMPLETED

The start of your senior year had you rethinking everything your life had been thus far. It’s as if you woke up one day and decided it was time to do a complete 180. Maybe it was the senioritis that teachers joked about, or maybe it was your impending 18th birthday, but either way, you realized that maybe you didn’t like the life you’d been living anymore. So, you decide to change it. You just didn’t factor in Eddie Munson being part of that equation.

notes & tropes: 18+, fem reader, slow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, dysfunctional family dynamics, idiots-to-lovers, smut & nsfw themes

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chapter list

⛧ one ⛧ two ⛧ three ⛧ four ⛧ five ⛧ six ⛧ seven ⛧ eight ⛧ nine ⛧ ten ⛧ eleven ⛧ twelve ⛧ thirteen ⛧ fourteen ⛧ fifteen ⛧ sixteen ⛧ seventeen ⛧ epilogue