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drmmyrs · 4 years ago

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Remember Me (Becca x MC)

So, weird story. I was randomly browsing tumblr one time when this ask pops out at the top of the screen (req about amnesia au Becca’s POV). It wasn’t even related to anything I was reading but checked my inbox and it wasn’t there. Most probably the ask isn’t for me but still wrote it just in case 😅

PS if someone DID send me this ask, kindly drop me a message just so I know I’m not seeing things 😭

PPS I’m trying out a new writing style and I’m not sure if it’s any good so I’d really appreciate any feedback 🥺 (this will be a mini series too, I think, since the angst potential is definitely there 😂)

PPPS title is inspired from the song in Coco just cause I’ve been playing it a lot on piano recently

tag list: @whackawriting @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @uselesslesbianfr @baexpoppy @alexroyard @alexlabhont @veenast @noixngn @sillyandcutewizardstuffs (If you wanna be added or removed or just prefer a certain ship just let me know ❤️)

Pairing: Becca x MC (Emily)

Word Count: 2090

I don't remember what happened, nor know where I am, but I hear shouting, lots of it. I try to move, but my body feels completely numb; the only thing I can feel is the trickle of liquid that splatters across my face. Rain? I open my eyes strenuously, but all I can see past my blurry vision are brown eyes glistening with tears. I can't quite make out her face, but for some reason, seeing her cry sends a flurry of emotions that hurt more than my throbbing head. I try to open my mouth, hoping to provide comfort somehow, but no words come out. She is saying something over and over again, something about leaving? But my head hurts too much to be able to comprehend. A siren then blares from a distance, growing louder by the second as flashes of red cloud my vision. And that is when everything turns black.

I slowly open my eyes–still reeling from the nightmare that somehow felt too real–and harsh, blinding lights immediately greet me. I hastily shut my eyes back and suddenly become well aware of the ache engulfing my entire body. It isn't before long that I realize that someone is holding my hand, tracing lazy circles against my skin ever so often. I try to move it but only manage to lift a finger, and at once, the grip tightens and becomes still for a moment before I hear a voice– How can a voice sound so familiar... yet so strange? It's saying my name, urgent and gentle at the same time as though I might break at any second. I try to open my eyes, but exhaustion grips me powerless. And soon, I succumb to its fiery grasp as I slip back into slumber.

When I wake up again, I already feel much stronger than before. The ache in my body has turned into a dull hum as if sharp nails are gently caressing my skin, enough to be felt but not to hurt. I look around the room, panic swelling in my chest as I take in the sight of different medical equipment looming around my bed and needles sticking out of my arm. I fight the urge to squirm as I take big, calming breaths, ignoring how the four white walls seem to close in on me. Thankfully, the door opens, and a nurse walks in, temporarily distracting me from my distress. She smiles upon seeing me awake and walks towards me.

"Welcome back, Ms. Davenport. How are you feeling?"

"W–where am I?" I ask weakly.

"In the hospital. A month ago, you were involved in a car crash, and your head was hurt pretty badly," the nurse says sympathetically. She is now taking my vitals, scribbling something on her chart from time to time.

Car crash?

I scrunch my eyes, trying to remember, but the harder I try, the more my head hurts.

"Wait. A month? Are you saying that I've been here... for a month?"

The nurse nods. "You've been unconscious the entire time. But your vitals now are looking good. The doctor will just run a few tests to make sure we don't miss anything."

I stay quiet for a while, my mind still processing everything the nurse just said, which has only raised new questions.

"Your friends and family were really worried about you, you know. There wasn't a day when you didn't have any visitors. Especially that special friend of yours you were in the car with." The nurse turns towards me, holding a pen against her chin. "What was her name? Em–Emma, I think? She barely left your side. She actually just went to grab some food before you woke up."

...I don't know any Emma, but I don't tell her that.

"What about my parents?"

"Your mom and sister usually visit during the evening."

"And my father?"

The nurse shakes her head. "I don't think I've ever seen your father."

The nurse leaves after a while, and the doctor comes inside the room shortly. I answer a few questions before I'm escorted outside to take some tests. Afterward, the nurse leads me back to my room and gently guides me to bed.

"Would you like me to call in your visitors?" the nurse asks.

I nod.

The nurse goes out, and soon my mom walks in followed by–

"Emily." I frown. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Both of them stop in their tracks. My mom looks at me in concern and confusion, while Emily looks like I just punched her in the gut.

Anger bubbles up inside me as a realization comes to mind. "Y–you. You're the one who did this, aren't you? You're the reason I'm here."

A guilty look flickers across her face, confirming my suspicions. And before I can stop myself, I shout at her to leave, but she stands there motionless, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Go get the doctor," my mom tells her, which snaps her out of her shock. She scurries out of the room at the same time my mom starts walking towards me.

"Why is she here, Mom?"

My mom stops at the side of the bed and reaches out to stroke my hair. "Honey, the accident was not her fault."

"But she was there with me..."

"Yes."

"Why?"

My mom's hand goes still, resting on top of my head. "Becca, what was the last thing you remember?"

"I..." I close my eyes and think hard for a moment. "I–I remember hosting the Kappa party. But that doesn't make any sense. Why would I leave with Emily?"

A brief look of panic flashes across her eyes.

"Mom? What's wrong?"

My mom smiles at me, but it looks forced. "It's nothing, sweetie. The doctor will be here soon."

But I can see that she's trying her best to keep calm–the look on her face similar to when she would talk to my little sister and me right after we would hear her and dad fight.

The doctor comes in a little while later, asking a bunch of questions similar to my mom's. They then do more tests on me, and I grow scared by the minute, not understanding what the hell is going on. Eventually, I'm back in my room alone, my mom and the doctor staying outside to talk. After some time, they enter the room, and my mom sits beside me, taking my hand as the doctor walks towards the other side of the bed.

I look at my mom, drained from all the medical tests I went through the entire day. "What's happening, Mom? I'm scared."

My mom squeezes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile. "The doctor will explain it to you, sweetie. But I'll be right here the whole time." She then gives a single nod to the doctor.

The doctor smiles at me politely. "How are you feeling, Becca?"

I stare at him, suddenly annoyed at being asked the same question over and over again.

"Right then." The doctor clears his throat. "During the accident, your brain was affected more than we initially thought." He pauses, and I meet his gaze, willing him to go straight to the point. "It seems like you have retrograde amnesia, meaning that you have no memory of the past three years of your life."

The doctor goes on and on about the technicalities, but I'm not listening anymore. His voice is reduced to background noise as I repeat his words inside my head, trying to grasp the implications of what he just said. I prop myself up, looking wildly around the room, tugging at my shirt as if it would help me breathe. But it doesn't. My body feels numb, which is why I almost don't notice my mom pulling me into a tight hug, stroking my back comfortingly as she whispers reassurances. I focus on her voice, forcing myself to take deep breaths as I slowly begin to calm down. I pull away after some time, recomposing myself as I find my voice.

"Three years," I whisper.

"We'll help you recover your memories, honey. But for now, you can ask me anything you like."

"I–I think I just need some rest."

My mom nods, helping me settle back in bed before she leaves, promising to be back tomorrow.

Sleep comes easy to me, and I wake up the next day with Madison sitting at the chair next to my bed, browsing her phone.

"Hey, Maddie."

She looks up from her phone, a smile lighting up her face before she practically jumps out of her chair to hug me. "Becca!"

"Ow, that... kinda hurts."

When she pulls away from me, her eyes are teary.

"Sorry, I just missed you so much. You were gone for so long! I thought–"

"Hey, hey, none of that," I say, smiling at her.

She pulls the chair closer to my bed and sits down. "How are you, Becca? Your mom told me about your... condition."

I stare at the ceiling. "Yeah, it sucks." I snap my head back to her. "Tell me something. Do we still hang out a lot?"

"We still meet up from time to time. Not as much as we used to, though," Madison says, smiling sadly.

I nod. "Who do I usually hang out with now?"

"Emily."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Did we become close friends or something?"

"Oh, right. You've only been together for like two years," Madison murmurs contemplatively. "She's your girlfriend, Becca."

I let the information sink in. "You have got to be kidding me." I stare at her wide-eyed. "How–What–Why?"

Madison recounts our 'love story,' each detail more absurd than the last. I don't want to believe any of it, but Emily as my girlfriend... it actually explains everything. I rub my temples. How the hell did that happen? I remember like it was yesterday when she tried to steal Chris away from me. And now... and now...

"Maddie? Can you do me a favor and grab me something to eat? I'm starving."

Madison smiles. "Of course."

Madison goes out in a while, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

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After a few more days of recovery, I am finally allowed to leave the hospital. Despite my protests, my mom explains that I will have to stay with Emily and her friends at what I assume has been my home for the past two years. She explains that she prefers for someone to look after me constantly, and she will not be able to do that with her job and all.

Outside the hospital, I find Emily waiting near a car; her eyes are bloodshot, as if she hasn't slept a wink in days. When she sees me approaching, her face immediately brightens up. Our gazes lock briefly before I turn back to my mom.

"Are you sure I can't stay with you?"

My mom smiles sadly. "I'm sorry, honey. I wish you could, but..."

"It's okay, I understand."

"Look, I know you don't remember, but these people you've been living with... they care about you very much.”

I nod.

My mom pulls me into a hug before guiding me inside the car, shutting the door afterward. She and Emily talk for a brief moment outside, and I watch as she hugs Emily before walking away. Emily steps into the passenger seat.

Zack, who is sitting in the driver's seat, turns around and smiles at me warmly. "I'm glad you're back."

I shift uncomfortably, ignoring his gaze. "Thanks."

We drive home silently, awkwardness saturating the car space. Upon arriving, I observe the details of the house, seeing if it sparks any memories... but nothing. I see Emily looking at me intently, probably thinking the same thing. They then lead me inside the house, and I step in hesitantly, taking in the surroundings, which vary immensely from the sorority house, the last place I lived based on my memories. Emily guides me to my room, lingering near me as I open the door.

"Becca–"

I turn towards her. "Please don't. I know you think I'm your girlfriend. A–and I guess I was. But as far as I remember, I don't like you at all. So I would appreciate it if you just leave me alone." I turn around and go inside my room, shutting the door behind me. I then lie on the bed, trying to forget how the light dimmed out of Emily's eyes as I broke her heart.

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prettybiching · 4 years ago

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Okay writing this is 😳 but here goes: can you write a John King x fem reader fanfic with rough, unprotected sex where she goes back to work with cum dripping out of her 🙈

+ Omg your John King fanfic is my life. Thank you thank you thank you. Can you write one where they’re in the studio and JK bends her over his desk?

+ First of all, thank you for your amazing writing and for opening John King requests. It’s everything I never knew I needed. Second, I’m not even going to ask for this anonymously because I have no shame anymore. If you’re open to it: John King fic request: female reader x Map Daddy. Spanking.

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Pairing: John King x fem!reader

Warning: 18+ mature scenes (viewer’s discretion is advised), rough sex, choking, sir kink, spanking, unprotected sex ( don’t do that ), dirty talking, I think that’s it?

Word Count: 2,335 words

Note: My last John King oneshot did way better than I expected lmao. Decided to join these three requests together because,,,I got WAY into it xD

PS: Feel free to request anything on my inbox. I promise I will write them, I’m just a slow af writer. Thanks for all the love and support, mwah!

You knew what was coming for you even before John asked you to join him in his office after the show.

He had been busy the whole week, barely paying you any attention. So, you decided to take matters into your hand. At first, it was your outfit that he noticed, the red dress he loved so much clung onto you in all the right places. You chose to ignore his unmoving burning gaze. Instead, you conversed with the camera crew and the producers.

However, the last test of his patience came when you texted him a picture of what you were wearing underneath, his favourite lingerie.

You tried not to giggle in anticipation, hearing him take a sharp breath before locking his phone. His eyes shifted towards you, a smirk plastered on your lips. He shot you a menacing glare, warning you not to tempt him. If it were any other day, you would've obliged like a good girl, waiting for your turn, but not today. Today, you wanted to be a brat.

"John?" you called out for him, fluttering your eyelashes at him, feigning oblivion to his current state.

He turns around at the sound of your voice, looking seemingly unbothered. Without saying a word, he gives you a once over, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt. You tried not to let your eyes linger on the veins of his exposed forearms. No, your resolve was not going to melt.

"Come here," he instructs, his voice is calm yet commanding. If it weren't for his blown pupils, you might've thought the past hour didn't even happen. You roll your eyes, not wanting to give in to his demanding demeanour, no matter how aroused you were.

Your feet remained glued to the floor, unmoving. Once John took notice, he tried again. "Y/N," his voice was stern, leaving no place for a counter-argument, "I said, come here."

He is leaning against his desk, his arms crossed across his chest as he watches you come up to him, a hint of a devilish smile on your lips. You stand between his legs, only an inch between the two of you.

"What?" you bite, feigning disinterest.

He lets out a cocky laugh, shaking his head. "You're walking on thin ice, sweetheart," He says, and you have to bite back a moan at his tone. "How about you lose that attitude, do what I tell you, and I'll be nice."

However, you don't want nice, not after he's been ignoring you for a whole week. So, rolling your eyes, you cross your arms.

"No, I don't think I will."

The look on his face tells you he wasn't expecting that answer. Yet, he recovers quickly, a smirk growing on his lips before he swiftly leans forward and grabs your wrist, yanking you between his thighs. You have to catch yourself on his broad shoulders as you stumble from the firm tug, your stomach flush against his chest. His fingers fall to the back of your thighs before sliding up until they rested on your ass. He gave your cheeks a tight squeeze, holding you against him.

"You want to be a brat today, huh?"

Despite the tingling anticipation in your core, you're not about to give in easily. You were going to make it as strenuous for John as you could. You shoot him a glare, clicking your tongue, "Who said I'm in the mood?" You tried to push back against his shoulders, trying to create some space between the two of you, but his grip on you is unyielding.

"You are not in the mood, you say?" he asks, leaning against your ear, his warm breath over your skin, and you nod, trying not to gulp. "Then why do I smell you from here?" he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck and subconsciously, you tilt your head to the side, giving him access to your bare skin. His fingers creep beneath the fabric of your dress, playing with the hem of your panties.

By now, your panties are soaking wet. After waiting for over a week for John to touch you, fuck you again, you were getting desperate. The way carried himself during the taping of the show didn't help either. Fuck him and his sinful mouth and intelligent brain.

His eyes remain fixated on you as he hooks his fingers into your underwear and slides them down your legs, until John leans forward, his cheek brushing your hip so he can pull them down himself. You step out of them, and his back straightens up, putting the piece of ruined fabric into his pants pocket.

"Bend over the desk."

"Baby, c'mon. We don't have time, just fuck me, you can spank me all you want later," You let out a whine, tucking out your bottom lip in a pout.

"So suddenly you are in the mood," he arched his brow. "Bend over the desk, now! You don't want to piss me off any more than I already am," he states sternly.

You unhurriedly move from in between his legs, but you are too slow for his liking. Before you can react, John again yanks you by your wrist before pushing you against the desk. One hand gently settles on the back of your neck, holding your head down, and the other starts trailing down your hem before slowly creeping up your thigh, tucking up the skirt of your dress, until you feel the cool air of the room brush against your wet pussy.

You clutch the edge of the desk with your palms, edging yourself and before you know it, the hand on your leg lifts itself up and strikes your right cheek. Your body jerks rightfully but the fingers around your neck tighten, preventing you from moving too much.

“Not so tough now, huh?” He says, stroking the sore skin. “How many do you think you deserve?” you shrug as best as his hold on you allows you. “If I remember correctly,” he pauses, just to brush his fingers against your pussy lips, smiling to himself when he feels the arousal leaking out of you. “You were being naughty.” He spanks your other cheek. “Sending those pictures when we had all those people surrounding us.” For that, the next hit lands on your right cheek again and you didn’t think before you dare to open your mouth.

"Really? You haven't fucked me in a week. If you keep on doing that I'll have to start taking care of it myself."

“Just for that, I’m adding five more for raising your voice at me and disobeying me.”

He spanks you for everything he listed, caressing your sore butt in between each hit and you are on the verge of crying, the tears in your eyes about to fall down your cheeks. When you think John is finished, you release a relieved breath, but suddenly, he strikes you three more times, without any break and you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, the tears finally rolling down.

“That was for rolling your eyes at me,” he growls before leaning down, brushing his lips against your ear as he whispers, “now, what do you call me when we are alone?” You just need a minute to catch your breath to reply, but he’s not having it. “Answer me right now, or I’ll spank your ass raw, you won’t even be able to sit right. What do you call me?” he asks again.

“Sir,” You whimper quietly, and he smiles.

“Good girl.” He forces your body up with the hand on your throat and adjusts you on the desk, but before you can make yourself comfortable, he grabs your hips, pulling you up, so your ass is in the air.

His touch disappears for a moment and when you adjust your head to be able to get at least a little peek at him, your cheek pressed against the hardwood desk, you see him loosening his tie. He grabs your arms and crosses them at your wrist on the small of your back, tying them together with the piece of fabric.

He kisses each palm and then continues up your bare arm, licking, sucking, and biting, until his lips reach your shoulder covered by the short sleeve of your dress. “You okay, sweetheart?” He knows you are, but just to be sure.

“Yes, sir,” you smile, and he kisses the exposed skin of your neck.

Then, he kneels on the floor behind you, coming face to face with your glistening cunt, and he needs to adjust himself at its sight. He curls his fingers around your thighs and starts kissing them, getting closer to your core and his eyes close on their own accord when he inhales your smell. His lips finally make contact with your lower ones, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance before he pulls away and hums, leaving you trembling.

“John!” You whine from the loss as your frustration grows, and he bites the tender skin of your ass.

“Baby, call me that one more time, and you aren't coming for a very long time.”

Your breath shudders when you exhale, “I’m sorry, sir.”

If it was any other time and any other place, he would take his time to properly punish you, but someone could knock on the door any second, and John has honestly been dying to devour you all day.

He spreads your cheeks and leans forward, finally burying his face into your cunt, his tongue finding the little bundle of nerves, and you moan, your eyes rolling in your head from the feeling of his soft tongue relieving the ache.

He takes the bud between his lips, sucking harshly and you buck your hips, causing him to grunt, and the vibrations go straight into your clit, more slick dripping from your hole. He didn't let a single drop go to waste as he licks up to your entrance, slurping the juices along the way before he starts plunging his tongue in and out of you. You bite your lip, trying not to make too loud sounds.

“That feel good?” he pulls away to ask, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he waits for your answer, rubbing your clit in quick circles.

“So good, sir. Let me cum, please,” you whimper and he smirks.

“You’re lucky we are in a time crunch or else I would take my sweet time to take this sweet pussy apart,” to emphasize it, he thrusts his thumb into you and pinches your sensitive clit between two fingers, another moan escaping your lips.

He slides his thumb back down to your clit, quickly circling it as he dives into you again, massaging your walls with the soft muscle until the knot in your belly starts tightening. You bite onto your lips to prevent yourself from screaming as the dam finally breaks, and you are cumming, John, drinking up everything your pussy has to offer and he needs to force himself to pull away, your taste almost too addictive.

Before you know it, the sound of his belt clanking reaches your ears, and a moment later, you feel his hand on your hip while the other gets a hold of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance before pushing himself slowly into your heat. He groans while you mewl, filling you to the hilt and giving you some time to adjust to his size.

He starts with slow thrusts once he feels you constrict around him and the hand that wasn't bruising your hip grips the knot that holds your wrists together, giving himself leverage when he begins to quicken his pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So tight.”

And he feels incredible, too, his cock reaching all the right places, the familiar tingling reappearing again as your thighs start to quiver. He leans over you, his chest to your back as his hand on your hip slides down and starts rubbing your clit.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” his warm breath hits the shell of your ear. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. God.”

“Please, sir.” You mewl, and he growls at your innocent voice, picking up his pace even more so, his thrusts becoming harder and your tied hands grasp his wrist.

“Cum for me, baby.” He nips at your ear and with a few more thrusts, you’re cumming again, not able to hold in the moans anymore. He rides you through it, chasing his own orgasm and when you feel his hot cum filling you up, he stills, his breath brushing your cheek as he pants.

Once he comes down from his high, he kisses your jaw and stands up, pulling himself from your heat, and you hiss at the feeling. He puts his cock into his boxers and zips his pants before he unties your hands, revealing the light red marks on your wrists. You stretch your hands a little before you bring them under yourself to lift yourself up, the skirt of your dress falling back down around your thighs and covering your now-glistening intimate parts. You can feel his warm cum trailing down your thighs as you attempt to stand back up.

Turning around, you stay leaning against the desk, looking up at John with those big eyes that make him weak in the knees. The corner of his mouth lifts at the sight of your dishevelled state; your hair is messy, your lips were swollen red from biting on them, a trail of dried tears run down your cheek and his cum still dripping out of you.

When you went back in front of the camera, you were evidently chirpier, your skin glowing and if anyone knew why they didn't bother bringing it up. Although, John's wide smirk when he watched you limp back to the studio might've given it away.

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moonlightlovers-headcanons · 4 years ago

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"The fireplace" - Aaron scenario (little NSFW)

Hello!

This is my first time writing something like this, so I hope it's not that bad. Also, I haven't written NSFW ever. You're request wasn't that clear, nevertheless, I tried my best. I only did the Aaron one, but I'm still writing Raphael. I hope you like it! My inbox is still open.

PS. : English is not my native language either, you can try writing it in your language, I can try translating it^^

I was sitting by the fireplace, with a blanket over my shoulders. Usually I don't feel hunger neither thirst, but this evening I thought it would be a good idea to drink some hot chocolate. As I was staring into the fire, thinking, I felt an arm around me. I could always recognize this warmth. Aaron. He can be found in this room almost everyday. I know him well, since he's the one who made me his Chalice. When he drinks from me... Well... It's painful, but at the same time it's kinda... pleasant? Yeah, I know, it's weird.

He didn't say a word when he sit down next to me. I put my head on his shoulder. He smells amazing.

After a while, my body started feeling uncomfortable, so I moved away from him a little to stretch out my limbs. I didn't even look at him when I was stretching, but I could feel his gaze on me.

-What are you looking at?

-Oh... Sorry, I just... you look stunning - he smiled and blushed. "What am I supposed to say to that? I'm not doing anything extraordinary. " I thought to myself. Finally, I replied.

-Well, thank you...

-May I...? - he pointed at my empty mug.

-I've already drunk it, I can make some for you.

-I can do it myself, but I appreciate your generousity.

He left the room, 10 minutes later he was already back.

I sat down again, but I kept a little distance between us. He was looking at me strangely, again. I couldn't help myself, I had to ask.

-Why are you staring at me like that?

-Did you go to Moondance last night?

-Ehm...Yes, with Ethan and Beliath. Why?

-I assume that you didn't want me around, so you could flirt with Ethan.

-I'm... What?

-I heard them talking about you earlier. They mentioned that the two of you almost kissed. I didn't want to eavesdrop, but as soon as I heard your name I had to...

-We didn't kiss. I was a little bit drunk, yes, and maybe he tried flirting with me, but that's it. I believe they knew that you were there, and they were just teasing you.

-Oh, well, it certainly wasn't funny to me.

-Hmm... Why, are you jealous, Wolfie?

He looked at me with amused eyes, then started chuckling.

-Wolfie, huh? - he moved closer as he said this and I looked into his eyes. Then, he laid his hands on the nape of my neck. I became flustered.

-I-I mean...- but I couldn't finish the sentence. He kissed me. Aaron kissed me. Oh my gosh.

I grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him back. Time flew by and he lifted me up from the ground. He started kissing my neck.

-Where are we going? - I asked him, out of breath.

I got my answer when I felt the couch under my back. He was on top of me, and he didn't stop kissing my neck, in fact, he started scratching it with his teeth.

-Hey, you're tickling me! Hahaha, stop, hahaha! - I said, but he just wouldn't stop. So I had to take control of the situation. When he least expected it, I put my leg over his back and suddenly I was sitting on his tummy.

-You're playing a dangerous game... - he said, grinning at me.

-Yeah, and you like that game - I smiled. I began kissing his neck, while he let his hands wander around my whole body. I ran my finger through his hair and I kissed his lips - again. I couldn't wait any longer, I freed him from his T-shirt. As soon as he was shirtless he helped me get rid of my top as well. In a second, he switched places with me, and put my hands above my head.

-Do you... really want to do this? - he asked.

- I've been waiting for this moment since we became friends, so yeah... I want you.

We got rid of the remaining clothes, then all of a sudden, he guided his manhood into me. I gasped. He's huge. He looked at me, concerned, so I let him know that everything's fine. I moved my hips a little, and he hit my sweet spot.

-My God...

-I may be your hybrid, but I'm not a God, I'm certain about that - he whispered into my ear.

-Oh yeah? Well, you have some abilities that tells me otherwise.

He let go of my hands, thus I could dig my nails into his back. He groaned, and bit my neck. It wasn't painful, in fact, I felt pleasure. He removed the canines, but it wasn't over yet. He bit my shoulder, my arms, my breast, everything he could reach. I let him do it.

The next evening I woke up in his arms. He looked so calm while he was sleeping. I kissed the corner of his mouth. He didn't open his eyes, so I decided to get out of bed. However, as soon as I moved away from him, he pulled me towards him.

-Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?

-Oh, so now you're awake, huh?

-Bold of you to assume that I could sleep, when a young lady like you is laying next to me...I could stare at you all day - he kissed me.

-Anyway, I must go, I promised Vladimir I help him water his plants - I tried to get up, but my legs could barely hold me.

-Everything's alright there? - Aaron asked, teasingly.

-I'm fine! - I declared. I still couldn't stand up.

-Your legs tell me otherwise... I'm sorry, I didn't want to be rough. Let me help you

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sebspocketsquare · 5 years ago

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Wishing you were here... 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (chatroom)

A/N: Hey guys! here’s the fifth installment. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think. This one is a little short, but I have big plans for Part 6, which will be posted next monday! ps: if you want to be tagged, please inbox me directly!

Warnings: language, flirting, pet names, feels, nerves, fluff

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You’re sitting across from each other, not making eye contact.

The table that separates you seems to stretch on for miles.

The air is thick with anxiety and fear, but surprisingly, you’re not the one who’s afraid.

“Bucky..” you start, but he cuts you off,

“You hate me, don’t you?”

You fight back a gasp, appalled that he would think such a thing. Were you confused? Overwhelmed? Sure. But you could never hate him.

“Oh, Bucky.. I.. I couldn’t ever hate you, I just..” a sigh slips from your mouth and you sit back in your chair.

“You’re mad? Scared of me?” He fills in for you, to which you shrug.

“I.. I’m a little upset that you didn’t tell me before I came here, but I.. I guess I never really asked, did I?” You brave making eye contact with him, only to find that he’s burning holes into the tabletop with his eyes. “But.. I’m not afraid of you, Bucky.”

His gaze snaps to yours at the confession, cocking his head with an unreadable expression. “But you know who I am now. What I’ve done. What I’m capable of.”

Another sigh escapes you and you shift in your seat again. “You are not defined by the things you’ve done, Bucky.. you’re more than a.. a..”

“A killer?” His eyes are cold and distant, expression growing more pained by the second.

“Bucky, you.. you’re..” exasperated, you reach out and take his hands in yours, silently willing him to believe the words you were about to speak.

“You are probably the best man I’ve ever met in my life. You’re kind, selfless, thoughtful and respectful. We’ve all done things in our past that we regret. We’re only human.. what matters is that we go forward with the intention to be better than we were the day before. You’ve done that. You’re doing that.”

You’re not sure if the gentle squeeze he gives your hands is intentional or not, until he lifts his eyes to meet yours and his mouth twitches in the corner. “You really think so, kitten?”

“I really do.”

He releases a small breath of relief before letting his smile grow a bit.

You feel a weight lifted from your chest at the sight.

“Can we.. can we just start over? I didn’t come all this way to be mad at each other.” You partly joke, which prompts a soft chuckle from him.

“Of course, kitten. I.. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you from the start.” He squeezes your hand before he speaks again, “You deserved to know.”

You clasp his hand in return, offering up your own smile. “No more secrets from now on. From either of us. Deal?”

“Deal.”

xxx

Time finds the two of you back on the couch, a mess of takeout containers on the coffee table. Bucky is lounging back, feet kicked up on the edge of the table while you’re curled up in the corner, trying to recover from the large amount of food you’d just consumed.

“Ugh, why does Chinese food always make you feel like taking a nap?” You murmur, closing your eyes and letting your head lul back onto the cushion.

Bucky laughs, watching you with soft eyes. “I think it’s the msg or somethin’ like that. You wanna lay down, kitten?”

Your eyes open slowly and you try not to pout, shaking your head. “No, I’m okay, I.. I’m not ready to stop hanging out yet.. if that’s okay with you.”

His smile is blinding, “Of course, kitten. We can hang out as long as you’d like.”

He moves his arm to the back of the couch, making his chest look more inviting than ever.

“You’re always welcome to, y’know.. use me as a pillow, if ya want..” His cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he speaks, teeth casually sinking into his lower lip while he waits for your response.

You don’t trust your voice to not betray you, so you opt for crawling closer to him, slowly and steadily, until your ear is resting over his heart and your arm is wrapped across his waist.

His heart thunders against his ribs, it’s beat nearly matching yours in a nervous song.

His arm slips from the couch and over your shoulders, pulling you that much closer as he hums softly. “Better?” He murmurs, fingertips ghosting over your shoulder cap.

You nod against his chest, letting out a breathless, “better” before you let your eyes flutter closed.

You miss the way he watches you sleep for hours, his features completely taken over with a look that could only be described as adoration.

xxx

When you wake, you’re a shivering, anxious mess. You’re in a cold, dark room, in an unfamiliar bed and you’re not sure how you got there.

After a few deep breaths, you realize that this must be the guest room. Bucky probably carried you here after you’d fallen asleep on his chest.

The mental image of him lifting you from the couch has your stomach fluttering.

You close your eyes, taking a few more steadying breaths, and listening to the sounds reverberating in Bucky’s apartment. You hear light traffic go by, dogs barking in the distance, and soft, sweet music coming from a room close by.

Must be he was having trouble sleeping.

Your watch reads 2:45am, and your heart aches at the fact that he’s still awake. Was he restless? Anxious? Did he have a nightmare? Was there anything you could do to help?

A million thoughts raced through your mind, and after 15 minutes of contemplation, you decide to do something about it.

After quickly changing from your airplane attire into a pajama set, you tip-toe your way out of your room and down the hallway, towards a light blossoming from beneath the last door on your right.

The room the music is coming from.

You take a moment to give yourself a silent pep talk, to keep yourself from backing out of this decision. Your fist is raised, ready to rap against the wooden frame, but when it comes down to it, your hand drops back to your side, instead.

You curse your cowardice silently, turning to return to your room, but the sound of his door knob clicking stops your movement.

“Kitten?”

He appears in the doorway, adorned in a dark grey shirt that contoured his muscles perfectly and concern etched into his eyebrows. His eyes scan over you, searching for any sign of distress or injury. When he finds evidence of neither, his gaze lands on your face, hand reaching out to rest on your elbow. “You alright?”

A nervous, breathless laugh leaps from your throat as you nod. “I-I.. I couldn’t sleep, and I.. I heard your music so, I..” Your eyes are drawn to his as if by magnetism, warmth flooding your entire body as you speak your next words, “I-I thought maybe.. we could keep each other company..”

He stares at you for a silent minute, almost as if he can’t believe you’re standing before him, asking him this.

“Of course, kitten. Come in.”

He steps back, opening the door further for you to slip in.

The first thing you’re aware of is that his bedroom smells of peppermint and vanilla and you love the combination.

There isn’t much decor to the room, just a few bookshelves, a desk and his bed. The blue curtains and bedding set match the color of his eyes and you can’t imagine a more perfect setting for him to spend his time in.

He gently closes the door behind him, eyes trained on your every move, gauging your emotions without having to ask.

“I like your room..” you tell him as your fingers skim over the spines of a few of his books, before turning to face him. “It’s very.. You.”

He chuckles, shaking his head ever so slightly as he perches on the edge of his mattress. “I always thought it was so… boring.” He laughs again, meeting your eyes with a teasing glint in his own. “Are you calling me boring, kitten?”

You let out your own giggle, shaking your head and slowly closing the distance between the two of you, stopping only when you’re standing between his thighs. “You could never be boring.”

He hums in thought, hands moving of their own accord to come and rest on your hips. The action ignites a spark under your skin, spreading like wildfire when he squeezes gently. “Would you.. Maybe.. Want to lie down with me..? I’ll behave, I promise.”

Concern shines in his eyes as he waits for a response, and you can tell he’s quite sure you’re going to respond with, ‘no’, but it's surprising to the both of you when a small, “yes” slips past your lips.

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female-lot-sg-tf-imagines-blog · 6 years ago

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My, My, My! (Caitlin Snow Imagine)

****************************************************************************************************Request: Hey there, I have just discovered that there is practically zero Reader/Caitlin Snow fic ou there. So I was wondering if you could do something where Reader realizes she is gay when she falls in love with Caitlin? Or maybe had just recently realized it? You have artistic license with the rest but angst with a happy ending is always a fave!! Thanks for having a blog for such a specific but needed niche. Keep up the good work. Ps. Do you have a master list? Thanks!

A/N: Apparently I only post once every month, I’ll work on that I promise. There’s a lot that I want to write and I feel excited to do so. I promise I will try to be better at posting I just don’t use this blog as my main one AND my imagines aren’t my main writing project so I tend to not prioritize this. However, I will try to update more often and I’ll try to finally finish the requests I’ve had in my inbox since like literally a year ago. I love Caitlin Snow and I will defend her until my dying breath. (Don’t ask me why I went with that title I couldn’t decide what to name this and that song came up on shuffle so...)

************************************************************************************************** You walk into Jitters, you eyes glued to your phone. It’s not that you were obsessed with your phone, you were not, but when Caitlin Snow was texting you there was no way you couldn’t reply. You chuckle quietly to yourself before typing back a response. She immediately responds and you feel someone grab your shoulders.

“Boo,” the person whispers in your ear.

You scream and smack the hand on your shoulder. “Calm down it’s just me.” You recognize the voice as Caitlin’s and you take a deep breath. You hear her laugh as she moves to stand next to you. You smack her arm before saying,”That was not funny.”

“It was a little funny,” Caitlin says. “Just a little but I am sorry for scaring you that bad.”

“It’s totally fine, it’s not like I thought you were going to rob me and I was going to die,” you reply sarcastically.

“Let me buy you a coffee to make it up to you.”

“Now you’re talking Dr. Snow.”

You sit on one of the chairs as Caitlin walks to the counter. She had your order memorized so you knew there was no point in going with her. You look over at Caitlin and admire her smile. That smile that could light up your entire day without even trying. That smile you would do anything to see. That smile that you were totally not in love with. There was no way you were in love with Caitlin.

She turns and meets your eyes, giving you that smile she reserved just for you. She turns back to the cashier and you sigh. You totally were not in love with Caitlin Snow at all. She walks back over to you, two coffee cups in her hands. She places them down in front of you before sitting down in front of you.

“So,” Caitlin begins. “The cashier asked me out and I told him you were my girlfriend so he’d back off.”

You stare, speechless for a few moments before regaining your composure. “Did you really do that?”

She nods. “I told him no twice but he really was not getting the point so I had to take extreme measures. I don’t really think he bought it though.” You notice her hand on top of the table and you place yours on top of hers. “Well let’s make sure he gets the point, girlfriend.”

“I like the way you think,” she says. “Girlfriend.”

You ignore the way your chest feels when she calls you her girlfriend, trying to focus on your friendship with her. That’s all it was, a friendship. No matter how much it ate you up inside every time she talked about a cute guy and no matter how hard it was to lie to her and pretend you were straight. She was just your friend. Your friend you were totally in love with and couldn’t do anything about.

“(Y/N)?” Caitlin asks. “You okay?”

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, and nod. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

She raises her eyebrow at you and you try your best to not focus on how attractive she looks when she does that. “I know you, something’s bothering you. What’s wrong?”

You look away and occupy yourself by looking at all the people walking outside the coffee shop. You look back at her and you curse in your head. If you didn’t at least tell her you were gay, it would eat you up until you did.

“I have something I need to tell you,” you say. You take a deep breath before continuing. “I’m gay.”

Caitlin gives you a soft smile before squeezing your hand reassuringly. “Me too,” she replies.

You stare at her, your mouth slightly agape. She giggles and you can’t stop the grin that crosses your face. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?” Caitlin asks, her eyebrow still raised.

You’re about to nod when you notice her lean in slightly. It’s barely noticeable but you notice it and once you notice it you decide to tell her what you had been holding in since the first week you met her.

“I like you,” you blurt out. “A lot. In the gay way. You were the reason I realized it in the first place or I guess you were the reason I admitted it to myself. I know you probably don’t feel the same way but if there’s even a small chance you could I, I had to get it out there.”

Caitlin smiles at you before pulling your hand, making you lean in towards her. “Well (Y/N), you really are lucky because I like you too.”

You close the gap between the two of you and capture her lips in a soft kiss. She tastes like vanilla and you decide that vanilla is your new favorite flavor. You pull away and smile at her. “I bet that cashier believes you now,” you joke.

Caitlin laughs and you finally give yourself permission to admire her. To really appreciate her beauty. You finally didn’t have to hide your feelings for the brown eyed doctor. She presses another kiss to your lips before getting up. “Come on,” she says.

“Where are we going?” you ask while you get up from your seat.

“We are going on a real date or we can order takeout and go to my apartment,” Caitlin replies.

“The second option sounds a lot better,” you say.

“I wonder why,” she teases. She takes your hand in hers and you let her lead the way to her apartment. You could get used to this. She places a kiss to your hand and your smile grows. You could definitely get used to this.

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a-walk-in-silence · 6 years ago

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We Can Be Beautiful (Pt. 5)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Summary: Heathers AU. You were used to the quiet life in Sherwood, Ohio. Albeit, you were bullied, but it was nothing compared to the shit storm that was about to happen when one boy showed up with an air of mystery around him.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of date rape (n o t h i n g happens, I promise), underage drinking, implications of sexual activities (again, n o t h i n g happened), name calling, bullying, homophobia, manipulation, character death, gun-related violence, self flagellation

Prompt: “You’re the one I choose”

A/N: And here is Part 5 of WCBB! Woohoo! Halfway point! Yes! This is for @gab-spidey‘s 2k writing challenge! Honestly, I just wanna thank everyone for coming along for this ride and, again, thank you all so much! Here’s to the next few parts getting finished eventually! Once again, I’m reblogging suicide hotlines after this goes up. If you guys ever need to talk about something, my inbox and messages are open to the public and I will gladly talk to anyone who needs a shoulder to lean on. Thanks for reading! Also, just as a PS, the warnings are getting longer and longer and, hopefully, they’ll chill out for a bit in the next part (one can hope).

Key:

Y/N - Your Name

L/N - Last Name

Y/N/N - Your Nickname

Italics - Writing in Your Diary

Bold Italics - Speech of Deceased

Song Inspiration(s):

Blue - Heathers Cast Recording

Blue (Reprise) - Heathers Cast Show Clip (turn up the volume on this one, it’s a clip recording and not the best audio wise but the song is important)

Our Love Is God - Heathers Cast Recording

You fingers silently drummed across your knee as you sat between people sobbing uncontrollably into their handkerchiefs. Try as you might, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at the open casket sitting at the front of the room, which, inside, contained the dead body of Natasha Romanoff. You couldn’t quite kick away the nagging voice in the back of your head, telling you that this was all your fault. And yeah, okay, it was.

You did kill her, after all.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the service came to an end. You quickly jumped to your feet and left the building, being one of the first to leave. However, unbeknownst to you, Peter had followed right behind you and grabbed your arm before you could get far.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, pulling your body towards him. You glanced up at him, trying to not lose your shit while standing in the middle of the small grass area in front of the church. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen in since school let out on Friday.” He brushed a piece of your hair that had fallen out of place behind your ear. “Everything good?”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, offering him the best smile you could muster at the moment. “It’s just been weird, ya know? My parents have been hovering over me for the past week over the whole suicide thing.” You got onto your tiptoes and pressed a firm kiss into his lips. “I promise I haven’t been avoiding you. Just dealing with issues with Nat’s death, ya know?”

He opened his mouth to talk when a voice interrupted you. “Y/N!” your mother called, coming to your side. “Darling, how are you doing?”

“Hey, ‘Mora, come on. The girl just lost her best friend. I’m sure she’s doing great,” said your father, a sarcastic tone taking over, before smiling. “Say, who’s the fella?”

You shifted awkwardly on your feet before offering them a smile. “Mom, Dad, this is Peter Parker. He’s-”

“We’re kind of dating at the moment,” Peter said over you, quickly cutting you off before you could register what he even said. “It’s a little early on but it’s nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. L/N.” He held out a hand to the two of them, maintaining the worlds most purest smile.

Your mother raised an eyebrow at the both of you before cautiously taking his hand in a handshake. “Well, I’m Y/N’s mother.”

Your dad, meanwhile, gave the worlds most toothiest grin before grabbing Peter’s hand. “You’re a Peter? I’m a Peter! That’s really interesting that my daughter would go after a Peter, don’t ya think so, ‘Mora?”

“Peter Jason,” your mother said, clearly exasperated. “We’ll just head out, leave you two to... talk. I hope you can join us for dinner one night, Mr. Parker.”

With that, your parents left, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. With that, Peter turned towards you and offered his arm. “Come on, let’s ditch this place and go to my house. We can watch some TV, maybe unwind a little. Afterwards, I can take you home. I’m sure you need a moment to think.”

You gave him a thoughtful smile before grabbing his arm, wrapping it around your shoulders firmly. “Sounds good to me, anything to get me away from my parents for a little while.”

He chuckled softly. “Ya, they sound a little overbearing. And you dad is... very eccentric.”

“Mmm... That’s Peter Jason L/N for you,” you replied. “He’s always been a big joker and doing things just to confuse everyone around him. Recently, he picked up reading spy novels even though he hates him. He finds it funny. As for my mom, she had a rough childhood, so I suppose it’s understandable why she’s overbearing. Terrible stepdad and all that.”

Peter gave you a confused look, his eyebrow raised in question. “What happened with your mom’s side of the family?”

You sighed, leaning into his side as the two of you walked over to where Peter’s motorcycle was parked. “Her dad passed away while she was really young. Murder, never solved. Then her stepdad showed up, married her mom. And then she died a month later. My mom was left in his care with a crap ton of step-siblings, like my Aunt Neb. They all fought for his attention. She never really explained much outside of the sibling rivalry.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “Nobody’s life is ever perfect, and my mom’s is definitely not an exception.”

Peter plopped down onto his couch and you joined him, curled up into his side. He smiled down at you sweetly, wrapping an arm around you securely. “What should we do, darling?”

“Mmmm.... There’s always television. Maybe we can count how many news channels Sharon Carter went to, crying about Nat.” The two of you laughed for a moment, peaceful in your domesticated bliss.

Finally, Peter grabbed the TV remote and turned on the small box that sat in front of the couch. The two of you flipped idly through several channels, tallying how many were talking about Nat compared to how many had a sobbing Sharon.

Apparently, Sharon Carter had made it to no less than 10 news stations, one of which was a Spanish broadcasting station, where the only discernible words being Nat’s name and Corn Nuts.

“Alright, alright. Turn it off,” you laughed, pulling the remote from his hands. He pouted at you, acting wounded that you would ruin his fun, but didn’t fight you when you turned off the TV. “God, she has no shame,” you said, shaking your head in utter disbelief.

“Hey dad, just got back from Nat’s funeral and I brought home my girl,” said the voice of Tony Stark, walking over to the two of you as you lounged on the couch. You quickly sat up, trying to hide the fact that you were clearly flustered to see him once again.

“Didn’t hear you come in, son,” Peter stated, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into his side despite your obvious discomfort.

His dad only chuckled to himself. “Yeah, sorry about that, pa. How was work today?” He took only a beat of pause before going into a rant about his work. “I was working on a new invention today when some of those damn protesters showed up, complaining about how my weapons and such are not ‘environmentally friendly’. Those damn hippies act so damn entitled sometimes, it’s infuriating. This isn’t the damn 60′s anymore!”

“You mean those old broads that camped outside of the house last week?” Peter questioned, clearly not happy with the “old broads”.

“The same.” Tony snorted before sitting down on the arm of the couch, throwing a look in your direction. “Say dad, can my girl stay over for dinner tonight? I’m sure she’d have fun.” Both of them turned their attention towards you, waiting for your answer.

“O-Oh,” you said, trying to fill the silence. “My mom’s already got dinner plans. She’s, uh... making my favorite meal. Ya know, spaghetti. Lots of oregano. Tastes great.”

You wanted to slap yourself. Why did you make up such a stupid lie? Sure, okay, Peter and his dad had a weird bond with one another. And boy would it make life awkward. But you definitely didn’t have to lie like this.

Peter gave you a semi-forced smile, pulling you into his arms. “Really? That’s your favorite dinner? Remind me to make it for you one night. Sounds like something mom would have enjoyed, but last time I saw her, she was waving out a window in the lab from Texas. Isn’t that right, Dad?”

Tony gave Peter the worst look possible, mixed between a glare and a smile, and the look nearly made your heart stop. Several seconds of tense silence passed before Tony responded. “Right.”

“I-I should go.” Your interruption turned both of their gazes towards you. “My parents are probably worried sick and all so... ya know. I should head home.”

“No, of course. I’ll drive you home.” Peter hopped up off the couch and held a hand out to you. “I’ll be home whenever, dad.”

Tony only grunted in response. As Peter dragged you away, you couldn’t help the thought from creeping into your head. If you ever married this boy, you would most certainly not let his father talk at your wedding.

“Y/N! Phone for you!” your mother called from downstairs. You groaned, sitting up, not realizing that you had passed out shortly after Peter brought you home. You grumbled incoherently as you made your way downstairs to answer the phone.

“Hello?” you asked, rubbing sleep out of your eyes.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Jane asked, clearly upset.

Hearing how upset your friend, well, ex-friend, was, caused you to wake up. “Jane? What’s wrong? What happened?” You didn’t even realize you were rambling until she started talking again.

“Y/N, please shut up and just come down to the cemetery, please. It’s an emergency, and you’re the only one who can help us. Please...”

You pursed your lips together, throwing a glance at the clock that sat on the wall. 9:45 pm. Surely your parents would understand since it was an emergency. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there soon, just sit tight, alright?”

A reassured sigh came from Jane’s side of the phone. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re a lifesaver. We’re by Heathers grave and we’re in Thor’s car. Please hurry.” With that, her end of the line went dead.

You placed the phone back on the receiver before turning to your mother, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, a displeased look settled on her face. “You’re heading out? Again?”

“Mom, it’s an emergency. Something might have happened. I’ll be back before you know I’m gone, I promise.” Her lips pursed, clearly not impressed with your attempts to reassure her. “Mom, she could be in trouble. I swear, I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t an emergency.”

Finally, she sighed, motioning for you to wake past her. “Fine, go.” You gave her a smile and started to leave, but she stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, Y/N/N,” she said, her voice softening. “You know I worry about you, right?”

“I know, mom, and I’m grateful. Truly, I am.” You pecked her on the cheek to prove it. “I’ll be back home before you and dad even know I’m gone. I promise.”

She smiled, a soft, barely noticeable smile, but it was still there nonetheless. “You’re a great kid. Go on, hurry back home, do I make myself clear?”

You nodded and gave her a final kiss on the cheek before leaving the house, running towards the cemetery that was, thankful, just two blocks down the street.

“Y/N!” Jane said, waving to you, her hand sticking out of the driver-side window of Thor’s cherry red sports car sitting in the grass of the cemetery. You approached the scene in front of you, slowly drinking it all in.

On the ground was Thor, face-down in the ground, looking as dead as a rock. There were a few rustles in a bush just about 30 yards away, but you quickly blocked it out, choosing to ask the obvious question. “Is... is Thor-”

“Yeah! He’s fine!” Jane quickly said, rolling down the window a bit so that she could look at you. “He’s passed out. So like, I came here with Thor and Bruce and Shar to pour a bottle of Thunderbird over Nat’s grave, kinda like a goodbye from her friends, ya know?” Her eyes glanced to Thor, passed out just a few feet in front of the bumper of the car. “Well, Thor and Bruce drank it all and... they’ve been really grabby. Shar went to try and get Bruce to calm down but-”

“Wait, wait, wait. Why did you call me then? After everything that happened at Bruce’s party, I figured-”

Awkwardly, Jane leaned back from the window, her fingers fiddling together. “W-Well... Thor promised to leave me alone if, ya know... I called you here. So I panicked and I called! I’m sorry!”

Your mouth dropped open in pure shock from her answer. “Wha- Jane! You... avoided date rape... by offering me up for date rape?”

She grimaced to herself, her fingers still fiddling together. “Well, when you put it that way it just sounds ugly,” she mumbled, clearly trying to make it to where she didn’t feel guilty about the situation.

“I’m leaving,” you muttered to yourself, turning to leave. However, Thor, who had previously been on the ground, was now on the hood of the car, smiling sweetly at you. “Heyyyyyyy Y/N,” he said, his words slurring together. “I waited for youuu cutie. 10 whole beers.” To further his point, he held up both of his hands, wiggling all 10 of his fingers towards you.

“Enough! I said I was fucking done, Bruce!” came a shout from the same bushes that you had heard rustling from earlier. Turning, you watched as Sharon emerged, brushing off her skirt as she stormed away, followed by a stumbling Bruce.

“But baby-” Bruce whined before spotting you. Quickly, a huge smile spread over his features. “Hey, lookie, it’s Y/N! Maybe she can help me find release.”

You physically grimaced, taking a step away from the two drunk jocks. “You both have left hands, can’t you use those instead?” you said, trying to bargain with the two of them.

“But I want youuuu,” Bruce slurred, leaning heavily on the hood of the car while Thor, meanwhile, gathered his wits and started to swagger over to you. “Come on, don’t hurt their feelings.”

“Their?” you questioned, taking another step away from the two as they tried to close in again.

“My balls!” Thor piped up, motioning to his pants where, unfortunately, a small tent was starting to appear. “They need relief from a pretty girl! Even a nerdy girl like you!”

“Yeah!” Bruce added, coming to stand a few feet from Thor, trying to corner you between the two of them. “They’re so blue for you, Y/N. My hands are rubbing like a cheese grater, it’s sooo uncomfortable. Please?”

Once again, you found a sour look sprawled over your face. “Shar, Jane, please let me into the car,” you shouted, even if you were being cornered in the opposite direction of the car. Maybe you could make a run for it. They were pretty drunk...

“Sorry!” Sharon shouted from the car. “The car’s staying locked while they can still get in!”

You looked around desperately for an escape before your eyes caught onto a glass bottle, half full of liquid and sitting haphazardly in the dirt, but the contents were very clearly booze. You managed to get past the two of them and retrieve the bottle, holding it up like an offering. “Look here, Thor and Bruce! Booze!”

The two of their faces broke out into huge, sloppy, shit-eating grins as they eyed up the bottle. “Thank you so much, Y/N!” Bruce shouted, practically running you over to grab the bottle.

“You’re so welcome!” you shouted, stepping away from the two as they fought over the liquid remaining in the amber bottle. Finding the situation perfect, you finally slipped away, up the hill that lead back to the main road.

As if a saving grace, a familiar figure was leaning against a black motorcycle. You sighed happily before letting his arms envelope you. “You look like hell,” Peter murmured, brushing a hand through your hair.

“How’d you know I was here?” you asked, snuggling your head into his black-clad chest. “I didn’t tell you-”

“Your mom told me. I called, asking for you, and she told me you went to the cemetery to save Jane from an emergency,” Peter replied, twirling a piece of his hair around his finger. “Figured it sounded fishy so I came to investigate to see you escaping from the cemetery.”

You shake your head, leaning into him. “I just want to go home, Pete. Can you drive me?”

His lips pressed against the top of your head. “Of course, beautiful. Just make sure you tell me what happened tomorrow at school, got it?”

A laugh escaped your throat as you looked up at him. “Yeah, okay. I promise.”

Dear Diary,

You could call last night a close call. Yeah, close call. Definitely would have ended differently if my mom hadn’t told Peter where I was or if I hadn’t of found that bottle just sitting there. I can’t help but think that Nat was the only person keeping Thor and Bruce in check, and now she’s dead. So now the school is defenseless to their libido.

“Having second thoughts, bitch?” asked a voice that caused you to tense. Following the voice was a fit of coughing. “You know, I blame you and your beau for the fact that I’ll be coughing up Drano for all of eternity. Do you feel guilty yet, Y/N/N?”

You grimaced to yourself before finally allowing yourself to look up from your journal. You could practically see Nat standing there, wearing her silk red robe that she died in. Her body was littered with cuts from the glass that she landed in, and her eyes were completely white.

Choosing to ignore the phantom now standing over you, watching you, you turned your attention back towards you diary.

I know I didn’t technically kill her, but I can’t help but feel like I did. I feel bad for it... but not as bad as I should. And that’s what scares me. Maybe that’s why I feel like she’s standing over me, dictating everything I do.

You glanced up from your journal again to find Sharon and Jane digging through Nat’s locker, clearing everything out into a box. Your hands balled up into fists as you slammed your diary shut and stalked over to them. “Hey, I hope you guys are planning on apologizing for acting like Grade A Bitches last night.”

“Hey,” Sharon said, turning around to point a finger into your chest. “We’re cleaning out Nat’s shit right now. Show a little respect, why don’t you?”

“Y/N, tell her to get her little slutty hands off of my crap,” said dead Nat, now standing right behind Sharon as she dug through her locker. “Y/N? Y/N/N, make her stop it now!”

“Shut up!” you shouted, clearly distressed from the voices filling your head.

A pair of hands shoved you roughly, dragging you back to Earth. You glared at Sharon who was practically seething in your direction. “No! I won’t shut up! Never again!” Her hands fumbled in her blonde hair, dragging out her bow and replacing it with Nat’s red scrunchie.

Jane grabbed Sharon’s arm, trying to stop her. “Shar, that’s Nat’s-”

An animal-like snarl came from Sharon, causing Jane to flinch away. “Shut up, Jane! Nat’s gone, and someone needs to replace her! And it’s going to be me so shut the fuck up!”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, staring at Sharon like she was crazy. Replace Nat? How could anyone want to ever replace her? “Shar, please don’t do this,” you mumbled.

A scoff came from the blonde as she turned her back towards you and pulled more crap from Nat’s locker. “Whatever. You should worry less about me and more about your reputation, bitch. Didn’t you hear? Thor and Bruce were talking about your little three-way last night.”

“Three-way?” asked the voice of Peter from right behind you, causing you to jump. You turned to look at him, and you couldn’t help but nearly cry from the look of pure pain that had etched it’s way across his face.

“No, Peter, please... There was no three-way! Nothing happened last night, I promise!”

“Really?” Sharon asked, slamming Nat’s locker shut, causing you to flinch once more. “I remember it differently.”

As if on cue, Thor and Bruce came walking down the hall with a boy, who you could briefly remember being named Clint, following them. “A sword fight? In her mouth?” Clint asked, his jaw completely slack at the idea.

“Oh yeah,” Thor said, smiling. “A big sword fight in her mouth! It was crazy crowded!”

“Yeah, but then, after the sword fight, we bent her over backwards like origami!” Bruce added.

Peter’s hands clutched into fists as he grabbed onto the back of Bruce’s jacket at his comment. You reached out to grab him, despite the tears threatening to spill over, but he was well out of your grasp. “Don’t talk about Y/N like that!”

Thor pushed Peter’s hands away, standing next to Bruce in a protective way. “Don’t complain when you’re girls a fucking slut-”

Peter’s fist connected with Thor’s face, causing him to fall back to the ground. However, before he could react, Clint was suddenly holding Peter’s arms behind his back, which left him open to be attacked by both Bruce and Thor.

“No! Stop!” you shouted, trying to push through the crowd that was starting to gather, but Sharon grabbed you forcefully, throwing a wicked smile towards you. You fought against her, but she had a death grip on both of your shoulders now.

“Stop this nonsense right now!” shouted the voice of Principal Fury as he pushed through the crowd. “Odinson, Banner, Barton, my office, now!”

The crowd dispersed just as quickly as it had formed. Meanwhile, Fury had to fight to remove Bruce from Peter while two other male teachers had to help in hauling off both Clint and Thor.

You went to walk over to Peter who laid prone on the ground, tears burning your eyes, when a hand suddenly grabbed you. You turned quickly to see Bruce smiling, a horrible glint in his eyes. “Whore,” he whispered before being dragged away.

Being called a whore was the final blow, and it made you finally break down in tears as you dropped to your knees in front of Peter, helping him sit up. “P-Pete?” you mumbled, brushing his brown curls from his face to take it all in. His lip was split in more than one place, and a bruise was already starting to form on his cheekbone. You were sure there were more bruises if one looked at his arms and chest, but you weren’t about to look right now. “A-Are you okay?”

His arms wrapped around you tightly, and you could feel him shaking. “Y/N...” he mumbled, breathing into your hair. “How are you?” he asked, clearly ignoring your question.

“I-I’m okay,” you mumbled. “I... I’ve been called worse a-and... y-ya know, everything’s awesome.” You broke down in full sobs in the middle of the deserted hallway. For some reason, all of the teachers were long gone, and you and Peter were long forgotten. “I-I’m sorry for crying...” you mumbled, trying to bring yourself back together and failing miserably.

His hands brushed through your now messy hair, trying to soothe you. “You don’t deserve to cry,” he muttered, holding you tightly. “I swear, I will end this all. All of it, tonight. You...” He pushed you away until you were at arms length, looking into his brown eyes as he gave you the best smile he could muster. “You’re the only thing that’s right about this broken world.” His hand brushed a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping you face. “So cry, it’s okay. But come tomorrow morning... all of this will be long behind us, okay? Do you wanna know why?”

You slowly nodded, rubbing away the tears that were making trails down your face. “Y-Yes,” you mumbled, giving him a verbal confirmation to continue on.

“Because, Y/N, love like we have doesn’t come around often. Our love is special. Our love is God, and our love will fix all of this, okay?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “O-Okay,” you mumbled, allowing yourself to revel in the thought. Maybe he was right. Maybe your love was strong enough to stop it all, make all of the pain and misery just... go away.

Suddenly, a thought dawned on you. He never answered your question earlier. “P-Pete?” you asked, crawling back over to him and curling up in his arms. “You never answered me... are... are you okay?”

You glanced up to see him smiling down at you. “I always thought I would be alone, like... Like I was a frozen lake. No one would ever be dumb enough to try and go crack the ice, but... now I’m realizing that I’m not. I can feel myself getting better, and it’s because of you. Now... now I know that I’m not alone, never again. I won’t be alone because I’ll have you.”

“Yeah... we’ll never be alone,” you smiled softly, running your hands through his hair.

“Y/N...” he mumbled sweetly before pressing a kiss into your forehead. “I want to see you tonight. I’ll sneak over to your place, okay? Say around 8-ish?” A nod was all you could do to answer him, and he continued on. “Until then, we should probably get to class, yeah?”

And so, that’s what the two of you did after a quick stop by the nurse so that way you two had a valid reason for showing up late to class.

“So what’s the plan to get back at Bruce and Thor?” you asked, leaning closer to Peter as he sat on your bed.

He smiled before pulling out several items from a brown paper bag. “We’re going to fake their suicides,” he replied simply. “I’ve got our Stud Puppie magazine, a Joan Crawford postcard, mascara... Ah, and the piece de resistance, mineral water.”

You giggled, staring at him as he put the items back in the bag. “Yeah, so, what? Do you need a forged suicide note then?”

“And for you to make a call to the boys to go behind the school so that we can set up the joke,” he responded, grabbing your bedside phone and setting on your bed.

“But why are we going to such great lengths? I mean, how are we going to make it look like they’re dead?” You grabbed the receiver, ready to make the call once he explained it all to you.

He watched you for a moment before grabbing two guns from... somewhere. You physically flinched at the sight of the weapons. “Peter, I thought our Bonnie and Clyde adventures were done. I don’t-”

He placed a finger to your lips to silence you. “Relax, we’ll fill them with Ich Luge bullets.” At your confused look, he smiled. “They’re tranquilizer bullets. My granddad scored a shit ton back in World War II. The Nazis used them to fake their own suicides when the Russians invaded Berlin. The darts should knock Thor and Bruce out long enough to make it look like a suicide. Once they come to, they’ll be the laughing stock of the whole school.”

Still confused by the whole concept of Ich Luge bullets, you forced yourself to nod along with what he was saying. “Yeah, okay, makes sense,” you said, more to assure yourself than anyone else. “So, we need a suicide note.”

Peter nodded, grabbing your notepad so that you could write. “Just make it sound really sappy. Remember, it needs to sound believable. And you can pick whichever of the two you want to write for.”

Nodding, you turned your focus on your diary as you scribbled out a suicide note in Thor’s handwriting.

Bruce and I realized the moment that we could not share our forbidden love that we would have to die instead. Though we will miss the joy of being in each others arms, we cannot continue to live in a world where we have to act like beer-guzzling jackasses. Thus, we have chosen to die rather than live in a disapproving world.

“Look good?” You asked, showing the note to Peter.

He instantly broke out into a huge smile, carefully tearing the paper out of your journal. “Perfect,” he replied, folding it in half and adding it to the bag of goodies that sat on the edge of your bed. “Now we just need you to call Thor. Tell him to meet behind the school at dawn.”

Nodding, you quickly dialed the number to Thor’s house, crossing your fingers that he would be the one to pick up.

After a few rings, there was finally an answer. “Yeah-lo?” came the voice of Thor, and you had to fight the urge to sigh in relief at the fact that he was the one to answer.

“Hey, Thor?” you asked, twirling a piece of your hair around your index finger. “It’s Y/N. So... I was wondering... How did you and Bruce know it was always a fantasy of mine to take two guys at once?”

“Dude, dude!” said the muffled voice of Thor, clearly trying to get Bruce’s attention. “It’s Y/N!” You tapped your fingers against your knee, waiting for them to decide to talk. “So, uhhh, I guess it was a lucky guess?” Thor said, finally sounding clearer.

“Well...” you drawled out, throwing a look at Peter to see him laughing. You threw a pillow at him before continuing the conversation. “If you want it to come true... Meet me behind the school with Bruce. At dawn.”

There was a choking sound from the other end of the line before Thor started talking. “Yeah, uh-huh, sounds good.” Before you could hang up, you heard him practically shouting to Bruce. “Bro! Free pussy! And we don’t even have to buy it a pizza! Punch it in!”

You cringed to yourself before hanging up the phone. “They’ll be there,” you said, placing your phone back on your nightstand. “That was hell.”

Peter laughed, drawing you into him as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips before pulling away to smile down at you. “Y/N... our love is a powerful thing. We can start and finish wars.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, our love is what killed the dinosaurs. The world needed room for us.”

“You bet your ass it did,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss into the top of your head. “Hey, gorgeous.” You glanced up at him to see him staring at you seriously, yet his eyes were also filled with so much adoration. “I worship you, and everything that you are. I’d trade my life for yours if it was necessary to see you alive and happy...”

You pulled him into a kiss, silencing his words. He hummed in response, which was one of the few sounds made between the two of you for the rest of the night as you both eagerly awaited morning to put your plan into motion.

“So why did we steal your dad’s car again?” you asked as you both pulled into the school parking lot, just before dawn broke.

“The motorcycle’s great and all, but the car’s better for if we need to hide after our plan has been enacted.” You raised an eyebrow at him, not necessarily aware of why you’d need to hide if the bullets were just going to knock them out. Still, you didn’t question him and, instead, followed him out of the car and to the meeting spot.

You handed the bag of goodies off to Peter before grabbing the gun from him. “Just remember,” he said softly, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, “I’m just behind that tree right there. When we shoot, you try and shoot Thor and I’ll get Bruce, got it?” Accepting your tiny nod as an answer, he kissed the top of your head. “Alright, they should be here any minute now so I’m going to go hide.”

With that, you were left alone in the small little clearing just a few feet from the main road. You decided to make a circle that surrounded you in the dirt, pretending it was your safe zone that Bruce and Thor couldn’t cross if they wanted to.

The sound of approaching footsteps made you lift your head up from your feet to see the two jocks coming down the small slope, practically tripping over one another to make it to where you were.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bruce said, a bright smile filling his features. “How’re you doin’?”

“Bro, cut the small talk,” Thor said, slapping Bruce with the back of his hand. “Do we just whip out our dicks or what?”

You fought every impulse to shudder or cringe at Thor’s blunt words. You forced a playful smile onto your features, meeting his muddy brown eyes. “Take it slow, Thor. I want the two of you to strip for me.”

They both laughed, clearly excited by the prospect of stripping for you. Thor started to tear of his own clothes before remembering that you said to take it slowly. He looked physically pained by the notion of strip-teasing for you, but he still slowed his movements down.

Bruce, however, looked a little more confused. “What ‘bout you, Y/N?” he asked, slowly removing his jacket.

“Well...” you said, voice barely audible to the two of them, “I was hoping you could rip my clothes off me... sport.”

Sport? Sport? Was that really the best word you could come up with in the moment?

Despite the fact that you felt like a complete idiot by calling them sport, they still nodded along and stripped faster until they both stood in front of you in their underwear.

“On the count of three, you both can come at me and take off my clothes. Ready?” They nodded eagerly and you forced a smile. “One... Two...”

“Three,” said the voice of Peter, coming from behind the tree, gun raised. You grabbed your own gun and aimed at Thor, firing one of the Ich Luge bullets into his shoulder. Meanwhile, Peter hit Bruce right in between the eyes.

Thor screamed at being shot and tried to run away, but Peter fired another shot into his back, causing him to fall face-first into the ground.

You found yourself staring at Bruce, as blood pooled around him in the forest ground and you suddenly felt sick. You fell to your knees, cupping Bruce’s face. “Bruce? Bruce? Oh my god. Peter-”

Hands hauled you off the ground, pulling you away from the scene. “We have to go, come on,” he muttered in your eye, practically dragging you all the way back to the school. Practically frozen, you let him do so.

You just killed two more of your classmates.

Once back in the car, you finally released all of your feelings all at once. “God! I’m so stupid!” you shouted as Peter started the car so that music was playing in the background. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him grab a cigarette from his dads glove compartment.

Absentmindedly, you grabbed the lighter from the car, staring at the orange metal. Before you were even aware of what you were doing, the lighter was pressed into the palm of your hand, and you were screaming from the pain.

Peter quickly yanked the lighter away from your burning flesh before placing the end of his cigarette against your palm. You whimpered as he leaned back, his cigarette burning through the car.

“Fucking Ich Luge bullets? Why am I so stupid? Why would I ever believe such a stupid lie?” you mumbled, more to yourself than anybody else. You held your hand close to your body, trying to ignore the mind numbing pain that originated from your burnt hand.

“Maybe because you wanted them dead,” Peter said, earning him a glare from you. “Oh come on! Ich Luge bulelts? If something sounds too good to be true, usually it is! Don’t play so naive, Y/N! Your mind wanted to believe the bullets were tranquilizer bullets because your thoughts are too icky and impure. You wanted them dead just as much as I did.” With the end of his statement, he tossed his half-gone cigarette out the car window before turning his attention back to you.

“No I didn’t!” you shouted, clearly exasperated by his remarks. “No one deserves to die, Peter!”

“Yes you did! Don’t lie to me! They made you cry! Besides, they’re just a bunch of-”

You covered your ears with your hands, despite the pain it caused you, and started making random noises to block out his talking. He groaned in response and tried to talk louder, but you only matched him in volume until you both were practically screaming at one another.

“Enough!” Peter shouted, removing your hands from your ears and silencing you with a kiss. You pushed against him slightly, trying to fight the kiss before finally relenting to his lips and the sweet feeling of being enveloped in his strong arms. In fact, you even found yourself kissing him back despite the anger you felt boiling beneath the surface.

Once deeming you calm enough, his lips left yours, brushing the hair out of your face. “Come on,” he mumbled, lips a few inches from your own. “It’s already done, okay? So let’s just go somewhere. I’m sure they’re going to cancel class today anyway.”

You nodded slowly before you relaxed into the passenger seat of his dad’s car. Your mind whirled with thoughts, primarily ones centered around Bruce and Thor. Once again, someone was dead, and you helped cause it. You killed two people today, and now you had to pay the price.

“Peter?” you asked quietly as the two of you drove through the practically empty roads of the town. “Can we go and grab ice for my hand?”

“Of course,” he responded, looking visibly more relaxed and less on edge. “I’m sorry about your hand, by the way.”

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#across the stars (a wank wars story)

SUMMARY: Across the Stars dramatizes the story of the real life Skywalker clan, and fans of the show have built a legion of fractured followers across social media. Ben Solo goes by @mynameiskyloren, and his dealings with Rey, aka his rival fandom leader @jakkujunkrat, bring more than his true identity to light.

NOTES: This is the Star Wars social media fic that absolutely no one asked for. At best I can call this romantic crack with a dose of seriousness, and at worst the result of my brain weasels. Either way, it’s somewhat of an ode to tumblr and its crazy. If this isn’t a dumpster fire, please let me know! (PS my awesome husband helped me brainstorm for this, the evil genius.)

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a long time ago in a fandom far, far away...

WANK

WARS

EPISODE VIII

ACROSS THE STARS

It is a period of civil war. Fans of popular historical holodrama ACROSS THE STARS squee over the Skywalker family legacy. The show’s three arcs, Republic, Rebellion, and Resistance, have earned critical acclaim and a legion of followers. In the wait between Seasons 7 and 8, WANK WARS fueled by boredom have gripped the fandom as they never have before.

The FIRST ORDER disparages AtS for its failure to dramatize the real Skywalkers' lives with historical accuracy after Season 3. @thesupremeleader, a BNF known only as Snoke, instigates drama whenever the fandom threatens to settle down.

But @mynameiskyloren, Snoke’s loyal devotee, is keeping his true identity hidden from the fandom. It’s only a matter of time before his dealings with @jakkujunkrat draw him away from the First Order, and he makes enemies of his former friends...

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15 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

Look @mynameiskyloren I really don’t care about the historical accuracy of seasons 4-7. Most of us are here to have fun, to write fic and make art and shitpost about our favorite characters. You and your anti brigade need to get off your high tauntauns and face facts: Across the Stars prioritizes good storytelling over everything else. If you can’t accept that maybe you should move your ass along to another fandom instead of harassing the people who are here to celebrate something we love. I mean, this is a holodrama. Don’t you have anything better to do than fight over a piece of fiction???

#ats #wank wars #first order bs #fuck you very much

mynameiskyloren

You’re a hypocrite @jakkujunkrat. You’re arguing over a holodrama too, so you must not have anything better to do either.

And in case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t just fiction. These are real people’s lives being portrayed for mass consumption. Seasons 1-3 dealt in facts, and it still managed to draw all of us in, so don’t feed me that shit line that following real events doesn’t make for a good story.

Just be honest: you’re here to ship Han and Leia, and you don’t care what their marriage is like irl as long as you get their perfect love story in AtS. Maybe YOU should gtfo and find somewhere else to fangirl.

Or you know, just stick to scavenging, since that’s probably all you’re good at.

#ats #hanleia shippers are the worst #and jakkujunkrat is their queen #fuck you too sweetheart

fn-1337

Calm down, mynameisasshole. Dragging Rey’s real life into a fandom fight is a dick move. Especially since your privileged ass probably doesn’t know the first thing about the kind of hard work Rey does every day. So sit down and shut up.

#wank wars #first order bs #leave my friend alone

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14 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

unpopular opinion: Yav Korren is a good-looking man and a great actor, but he is not as hot as the real Ben Solo.

#ben solo #my husband #apologies to yav #but otherwise sorrynotsorry #all these candids of ben cropping up on my dash are fucking me up #han and leia made the best looking son #they have good genes

starfleet-ace

lmao someone is thirsty. that’s an unpopular opinion for a reason, rey. you know i love you, but we’re gonna have to agree to disagree on that one. back me up @fn-1337

#yav korren is almost as hot as my boyfriend

fn-1337

Sorry baby, no can do. I’m with Rey on this one.

#<3 #ily poe

jakkujunkrat

Ben Solo is boyfriend goals. Fight me.

#we appreciate ben solo in this house #don’t come on my lawn and disparage my man #ben solo

themaidofstarkiller

Sorry @jakkujunkrat, it’s gross enough to ship real people, but openly talking about a 19-year-old celebrity child like he’s a piece of meat takes it to the next level. You’re really something else. Am I right, or am I right @therealhux @mynameiskyloren

#RPF is the stuff of nightmares #creeping on a real kid is even worse

therealhux

100% correct, Phasma. I couldn’t agree more.

mynameiskyloren

I hate to ever support @jakkujunkrat, but I don’t think it’s fair to criticize her just for having a celebrity crush. Who the hell doesn’t?

And she’s right about Ben Solo. Definitely better looking than Yav Korren.

jakkujunkrat

@themaidofstarkiller I’m 18, which I have plastered across the top of my blog. You stalk me too much not to already know that, so you can stfu with pulling Ben Solo’s age like it’s a receipt.

and kylo… did you just defend me??

#is the sky falling?

mynameiskyloren

Don’t get used to it, junkrat.

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13 days before the Season 8 premiere

thesupremeleader

Just a reminder to the First Order that I have a zero tolerance policy for talking to Resistance fans.

I’m not going to call you out, but you know who you are.

#stay away from the resistance #if you want to keep your place on the right side of this fandom

therealhux

There’s no accounting for taste these days.

#not that I would expect better from the fan in question #he has so much trouble following the rules #like a toddler

mynameiskyloren

@therealhux if you have something to say to me, go ahead and say it.

#vagueposts are for cowards

therealhux

I just did. Or did you miss it with that goldfish attention span of yours?

#don’t see you calling thesupremeleader a coward

mynameiskyloren

Fuck you.

therealhux

So eloquent.

thesupremeleader

I don’t think you have room to further alienate your allies right now, Kylo. You’re on thin ice.

#get it together

mynameiskyloren

sorry @thesupremeleader

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: finn, are you seeing this?

fn-1337: you mean mynameisasshole taking heat from the first order BNFs? yeah i’m seeing it, and it tastes like sweet sweet comeuppance.

jakkujunkrat: i know i shouldn’t, but i feel kind of bad for him. he’s getting roasted by snoke and hux just for being nice to me. do you think i should say something?

fn-1337: rey. are you kidding me? this is the guy who’s been giving you hell for *four* years. remember that time he left a nasty review on your post-canon fic? he called it what… “repetitive and trite”?

jakkujunkrat: okay. good point. he can fend for himself.

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12 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

This is the worst selfie in the world, but here you go. My sunburned face in all its glory.

#it me #forgive me for dirtying your dash with this

themaidofstarkiller

You should change your handle to jakkuleatherface. Or buy some sunscreen.

#she’s going to look 50 when she’s 30 #jakkujunkrat

therealhux

No wonder you’re single @jakkujunkrat

#I knew that someone that bitchy couldn’t be pretty

fn-1337

Don’t listen to a word these shitheads are saying, Rey. You’re beautiful.

#say one more word and i will drag you guys to hell and back

starfleet-ace

hux: i don’t think your pasty ginger ass gets to talk about anyone else’s looks

phasma: you’re as pretty on the outside as you are on the inside. which is to say ugly af

rey: you’re stunning, and they’re just jealous.

#you guys are really reaching here

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

fn-1337: Rey? You okay?

jakkujunkrat: yeah. i’m fine. just don’t really wanna talk right now.

fn-1337: all right, peanut. let me know if you need me. i’m here all night.

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JAKKUJUNKRAT INBOX - ask me whatever as long as it’s nice

Anonymous

Hey. I’m really sorry to see all the hate you’re getting about your selfie. I hope this isn’t creepy coming from anon, but… I just want you to know that you’re really pretty, and those guys are being assholes. It’s got nothing to do with the way you look. They’d say the same thing to any Resistance fan.

jakkujunkrat

Thanks, nonny. I really needed to hear that.

And thank you @starfleet-ace and @fn-1337 for being awesome. You guys are the best friends a girl could ask for.

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11 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

I need to take a break from fandom for a little while. Real life is catching up with me, and the rig I’ve put together to even get a slow shitty connection to the holonet is breaking down. I need to put my scavenger hat on and do some maintenance.

See you guys in a few days.

#it’s just a brief hiatus #i promise i’m not ghosting #personal

fn-1337

Take care, peanut. <3

#best friend #see you soon rey

therealhux

Maybe with the queen gone the peasants will settle down.

bee-bee-ate

I have a finger to point at you @therealhux. Here is a clue: it is not the index or the pinky, or the ring or the thumb. It’s the one you put up when you don’t give a fuck. :D

#choke bitch

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10 days before the Season 8 premiere

fn-1337

Look, all I’m saying is that old!Han and old!Leia’s actors absolutely killed it in Season 7, and I can’t wait to see what they do in Season 8.

#my dash is flooded with promo photos of my OTP #and all I want to do is write HanLeia #ONLY TEN MORE DAYS

mynameiskyloren

Newsflash: your OTP is separated irl. Kills the romance a little doesn’t it?

If Season 8 is full of the same used romantic tropes that 4-7 was full of idk if I’m even going to stick around for it.

#god i hate this fandom #fuck the resistance

fn-1337

I’ve never prayed harder for used romantic tropes in my life.

#mynameisasshole strikes again #and for the record i only ship HanLeia in AtS #not irl #wank wars #first order bs

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9 days before the Season 8 premiere

JAKKUJUNKRAT INBOX - ask me anything mean and you’ll be blocked

Anonymous

Hi. I know you said you were going to be gone for a little while, but I was just wondering if there’s an ETA on when you might be back? The fandom is pretty boring without you, junkrat.

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PRIVATE MESSAGING

jakkujunkrat: ...did you send me that anon?

mynameiskyloren: no. if i have something to say to you i’ll say it to your face

jakkujunkrat: come off it, kylo. nobody calls me just “junkrat” but you. i’m “rey” to everybody in the resistance, and first order idiots would never send me anything that nice.

jakkujunkrat: kylo? you there?

mynameiskyloren: i’m here

jakkujunkrat: well. you sent it, right?

mynameiskyloren: yeah i did. but i can explain

jakkujunkrat: explain being decent to me? yeah that’s gonna require a fucking thesis.

jakkujunkrat: you’ve done nothing but harass me since i got involved in this fandom

mynameiskyloren: give me a break, rey

jakkujunkrat: i’m not giving you anything

mynameiskyloren: fine then there’s no point in having this conversation

jakkujunkrat: just be honest. why’d you send me that ask?

mynameiskyloren: because you seem all right. i still disagree with you about pretty much everything AtS related but… i don’t know. i’m starting to think that’s not a good enough reason to give you hell

mynameiskyloren: i think if i’d met you irl we could have gotten along. you have to admit that we keep up with each other pretty well.

mynameiskyloren: rey? say something

jakkujunkrat: i have to go

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8 days before the Season 8 premiere

therealhux

Attention, all First Order fans: one of our own has been fraternizing with the resistance. And what’s more, he’s been stringing us along from day one.

@mynameiskyloren has lied about his age, where he lives, and who he is. He also has a relationship with the Across the Stars cast and their real life counterparts, which he’s been hiding for seven years.

Kylo Ren is actually Ben Solo, and if you don’t believe me I’ve got receipts and all of his personal information below the cut.

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#payback is a bitch #mynameisalie

themaidofstarkiller

Hux. Is this some kind of joke??

starfleet-ace

@therealhux did you seriously just doxx one of your own??? wow you’re a piece of shit

fn-1337

Why isn’t anyone commenting on the fact that one of the biggest antis in this fandom is BEN FUCKING SOLO?!! ACTUAL SON OF THE REAL HAN AND LEIA!

#holy shit #it explains a lot at least #oh god i’ve been shipping his parents’ characters

fn-1337

@jakkujunkrat REEEEYYYYYYY

bee-bee-ate

This is gross. Real life identities should be protected, not revealed. Shame on you @therealhux

a-new-rose

Wow. This is crazy. I just got to this fandom and it’s kind of exploding…

#this guy can’t really be ben solo tho right?

thesupremeleader

I don’t think it needs to be said, but if anyone hasn’t put it together yet: mynameiskyloren is no longer welcome in this fandom.

#that’s what you get for lying

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: kylo? is it true?

sorry, this blog does not exist

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7 days before the Season 8 premiere

mynameisbensolo

Hi everyone. This is the former mynameiskyloren here. There’s been a lot of stuff said about me in the last twenty-four hours, and I want to clear it up.

1) @therealhux did doxx me, which is low even for him.

2) I was talking to someone from the resistance, and the reason why is that I’m coming to see the damage that anti behavior can cause. I’ll make a more detailed post on that later, but in short, it’s going to involve a lot of apologizing.

3) In case you hadn’t guessed from my new handle: yes, I am Ben Solo.

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

starfleet-ace: REY where are you?? finn is flipping out and i can’t handle a fanboy meltdown this big on my own

starfleet-ace: Rey?

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JAKKUJUNKRAT ACTIVITY FEED

mynameisbensolo is following you

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JAKKUJUNKRAT INBOX - don’t ask me anything about ben solo

Anonymous

HOLY HELL!! mynameiskyloren is Ben Solo?!! pls tell me what you think about all of this Rey

Anonymous

ok i can see that u don’t want to be asked about ben solo, buuuut… you know we’re all dying to hear from you, right? i mean, you made that post about ben solo being hot, and then he turns out to be kylo!! come on Rey, throw us a bone here!

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

fn-1337: rey, i know this has gotta be pretty weird, but i’m starting to get worried about you. can you please come online long enough to let me know you’re all right?

jakkujunkrat: hey finn. i’m sorry for disappearing. this is all just… a lot.

fn-1337: yeah, i guess it would be.

fn-1337: can i ask you a question?

jakkujunkrat: always

fn-1337: are you the one he was talking to?

jakkujunkrat: yep. and he followed me this morning. idk what to do, finn.

fn-1337: you don’t have to do anything. you don’t owe him shit just because he decided to finally act like a human being. not after the way he’s treated all of us.

jakkujunkrat: i know that. really, i do.

fn-1337: then what’s the problem?

jakkujunkrat: the problem is that i think i was starting to like him. and now he’s… he’s ben solo. how am i supposed to talk to ben solo?

fn-1337: he’s just a person, peanut. an asshole, but a person.

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6 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

Guys. I know you’re interested in what I think about the Kylo Ren / Ben Solo thing, but I would really appreciate it if you’d stop sending me messages about it. I’ve turned off anon for now. All of you have a nice day.

#sorry #this is getting to be a bit much

therealhux

So are you guys running off into the sunset together yet?

#you don’t have anyone fooled

jakkujunkrat

It looks like you can’t read: I’m not talking about Ben.

#your name should be therealilliterate

themaidofstarkiller

Our resident pathological liar certainly has the money to fly to Jakku. You two fucking yet?

#jakkuleatherface

this post has been deleted

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

mynameisbensolo: Rey? I understand if you don’t want to talk to me, but if you can, let me know

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5 days before the Season 8 premiere

fn-1337

It seems like this fandom has forgotten why we’re really here. Season 8 starts in FIVE DAYS, so can we please forget about doxxing drama and focus on the fun?

#damn #ats #ats season 8 #FIVE DAYS in case i didn’t say it loud enough for the people in the back

bee-bee-ate

I am with you @fn-1337!

a-new-rose

Am I the only one that thinks @bee-bee-ate is some kind of resistance bot?

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starfleet-ace

in entirely unrelated news, is anyone else sick of Snoke’s stupidly detailed metas with a list of citations longer than his arm? we really don’t care how many degrees you have, man. it’s just a holodrama and you’re treating fandom like a history test you have to pass.

thesupremeleader

I think it’s safe to say that you wouldn’t know much about passing history tests @starfleet-ace.

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FN-1337 INBOX - don’t bother with hate

bee-bee-ate

Are you going to roast Snoke for calling your boyfriend stupid?

fn-1337

You bet your ass I am.

#bring it you supreme idiot #i’m about to rip you apart

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4 days before the Season 8 premiere

PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: Ben? I’m here

mynameisbensolo: Damn. It’s really nice to be called by my real name lol

jakkujunkrat: lol I guess so

mynameisbenolo: Rey, I know it probably doesn’t mean much, but I’m sorry for everything I did to you. I hurt you and I bothered the hell out of you, and if I could take it back I would.

jakkujunkrat: It’s not okay, but I believe you. And I guess I can see now why you were so sensitive about the show. It must be weird to see yourself represented on screen like that.

mynameisbensolo: lol yeah. Especially when the popular opinion is that Yav Korren is a lot better looking than me :/

jakkujunkrat: Well. Not to me. But I guess you know that.

jakkujunkrat: this is so embarrassing.

mynameisbensolo: i saw that you deleted everything you had tagged with my name

jakkujunkrat: what, you went looking through it? That’s not narcissistic at all.

mynameisbensolo: better than tagging a stranger #my husband

jakkujunkrat: i don’t know why i thought i could talk to you. i don’t care who you are, you’re still awful

mynameisbensolo: wait i’m sorry rey don’t go

mynameisbensolo: please

jakkujunkrat: why shouldn’t i?

mynameisbensolo: i wasn’t trying to be mean

jakkujunkrat: and yet

mynameisbensolo: Stop it. Stop acting like you don’t feel this too.

jakkujunkrat: i don’t know what you’re talking about.

mynameisbensolo: Then I’ll be more explicit. I like you. I think you’re gorgeous and funny and smart, and I’ve wanted to kiss you for awhile. Long before I had any idea what you looked like.

mynameisbensolo: Still don’t know what I’m talking about, sweetheart?

jakkujunkrat: i can’t do this right now. i have to work if I want to eat. Literally.

mynameisbensolo: please don’t disappear again

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3 days before the Season 8 premiere

fn-1337

If one more person sends @jakkujunkrat another message or hijacks her posts with questions about Ben Solo I will personally escort them to the nearest burn unit.

#not kidding #not even a little bit #leave my friend alone #sologate

starfleet-ace

get these thugs, finn.

bee-bee-ate

I support this action.

#protect our scavenger queen

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: all right. let’s talk.

mynameisbensolo: I’m really glad you said that. Because… okay don’t be mad. Please.

jakkujunkrat: ...why would I be mad?

mynameisbensolo: I’m kind of. Here.

jakkujunkrat: what do you mean “here”?

mynameisbensolo: as in, on Jakku. I’m at Niima Outpost right now. I’ve tried getting directions from about ten different people but they either don’t speak Basic or have no idea where you live.

jakkujunkrat: you’ve got to be joking. are you joking?

mynameisbensolo: Depends on how angry you’ll be if I say “no”

jakkujunkrat: You have to leave. Right now.

mynameisbensolo: Oh. Okay.

mynameisbensolo: I’m really sorry, Rey I don’t know what I was thinking. I just knew you were here, and I wanted to have a chance to talk to you in person. But if you want me to go, I’ll go.

jakkujunkrat: then get out of here

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mynameisbensolo

Please forgive me.

#do not reblog

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2 days before the Season 8 premiere

therealhux

All I’m going to say is that you got what was coming to you.

#no i don’t regret doxxing him #stop asking

themaidofstarkiller

^^^

#lol #revenge is delicious

mitakahere

Do you think they’re broken up? Or were they ever together?

#forgive him rey!! #i don’t know what he did #but pls forgive him

fn-1337

Full offense @mitakahere but this is none of your business.

#leave my friend alone #i’m getting really tired of tagging that

themaidofstarkiller

Resistance morons aren’t welcome on this thread @fn-1337

Get the hell off Hux’s post.

#they’re just everywhere aren’t they? #but finn is the worst

bee-bee-ate

@themaidofstarkiller you have a bad dye job and a worse attitude. Perhaps you should consider a personality recalibration.

#i could help with that! :D

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: Ben?

mynameisbensolo: yes?

jakkujunkrat: where are you?

mynameisbensolo: on Hosnian Prime. Why?

jakkujunkrat: please come back to Jakku

mynameisbensolo: really? You’re not messing with me, are you?

jakkujunkrat: really. I’ve never had a visitor before, and you surprised me by just showing up unannounced. which wasn’t all right by the way.

mynameisbensolo: I know. I won’t do it again.

jakkujunkrat: stop messaging me and get on a ship.

mynameisbensolo: as you wish, sweetheart.

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1 day before the Season 8 premiere

starfleet-ace

okay i think that no matter where you stand in this fandom, we can all agree that tomorrow is gonna be awesome. we’ve been waiting a year for this! don’t let us down, Rian!

fn-1337

You can say that again, love.

#ONE DAY #ONE MORE DAY #THAT’S IT #23 HOURS AND 14 MINUTES TO BE EXACT

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

fn-1337: Rey??? Where r u? I need someone to celebrate with.

jakkujunkrat: sorry finn, i’m busy.

fn-1337: what are you doing that makes you too busy to cheer with me?!

jakkujunkrat: ...you wouldn’t believe me if i told you. catch you later!

fn-1337: oh come on, you can’t do this to me

fn-1337: REYYYY

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Season 8 premiere of Across the Stars

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fn-1337

DID YOU SEE THAT? @starfleet-ace?!

#i’m fucking dying #this is the most amazing day of my life #well except for when poe agreed to go out with me #STILL #it’s great #ats season 8 #ats

starfleet-ace

yeah i saw it! best season premiere ever.

#love you finn

therealhux

I can’t believe we can agree on something.

#this is a novel experience #ats season 8 #if they keep this up the show might actually become worthwhile again

bee-bee-ate

The astromech droid is my favorite character.

#so relatable

mitakahere

Where the hell is Rey?! @jakkujunkrat

#come back our scavenger queen #we miss you

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MYNAMEISBENSOLO INBOX

Anonymous

Did it really happen like this? Please you have to tell us!!

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

mynameisbensolo: are you seeing this?

jakkujunkrat: of course :)

jakkujunkrat: watching Yav is pretty weird now that i’ve met you

mynameisbensolo: still think i’m the better looking one now that you’ve seen me up close?

jakkujunkrat: you know i do. at least i really hope so after last night.

mynameisbensolo: are you doing okay? you seemed upset afterward

jakkujunkrat: i’m fine

mynameisbensolo: Rey. I think we’re a little past lying to each other at this point. What’s wrong?

mynameisbensolo: was I bad?

jakkujunkrat: no! no. please don’t think that. it was wonderful, Ben, really. you were wonderful.

mynameisbensolo: so were you. and i really hope it wasn’t the last time i see you. i’d like to come back. Or bring you to Hosnian Prime with me.

jakkujunkrat: I can’t. I can’t leave. That’s why I was upset. My family left me here, and I’m waiting for them to come back for me and I can’t leave. I want to but I can’t and I probably sound really stupid right now but I’ve been waiting all my life and I don’t want it to be for nothing.

mynameisbensolo: it’s all right. You don’t have to go anywhere you’re not ready to go, sweetheart.

mynameisbensolo: And I can wait. If that’s something you want.

jakkujunkrat: It’s not easy. Waiting.

mynameisbensolo: That’s okay. You’re worth it.

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#reylo #reylo fanfic #social media fic #background stormpilot #reylo crack #with a dash of serious #across the stars a wank wars story #my fanfiction #it's basically tumblr in space

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wanted! writers to fill these requests!

under the cut are some requests that have been sitting in my inbox that i can’t find the inspiration to write anything for, so if any other writers/poets want to take them, they’re yours! ps if you happen to see your request here, pleeease don’t be offended! it was a great idea, just not great for me :’)

can you write about two friends then the other just broke up with his girlfriend and the other is healing him so he can love her fully without being the rebound but at the last, he left her hanging because he found someone better?

could you write a poem about dealing with anxiety, and bad friendships? I'm still hopelessy stuck and going back into unhealthy relationships that give me anxiety. Thanks, if you could!!!

could you write a poem about your life changing and it being the next chapter in your life journey? Thank you! 🐠

could you write about feeling like you are losing on of your favorite persons in the world? Like, as if time, growing up and our changes as a person are separating us. Oh, and i love your writing 💙

is it possible if you can write something on platonically pining after a friend (i.e. wanting to be closer to them)

Could you write something about getting back together with a high school love after 5 years of being apart. We dated when we were 15 and then lost contact when he went to the navy. We are now dating again, almost 6 years later and we both said we never stopped thinking about eachother thought we early spoke during that time apart. Thank you so much

I'd love to see you write something on being trans whilst in a relationship and/or coming out at school?

Hello, is it too much to ask your to write about knowing how hard it is to be friends with somebody who is going throgh a hard time in life? Knowing That your friends are out at night Having fun and dissapointed or mad at you, because you can't/won't go out anymore. You don't go out much, have fun, or do something new. And there you are, at home thinking about how sorry you are for not being there for them in moments like these.

i have a fear of telling this boy with the most beautiful deep hazel eyes that i am falling in love with him. all i want is for him to notice my grey- green eyes. i want to know if he feels something, anything. i am so afraid. i feel so deeply for him, and i am scared because the last time i got very hurt. but i know i have something burning for him. could you write something for me to express this crazy thing?

Can you please write something about losing a best friend that meant a lot to you? And like about her stabbing you in the back?

would you mind making a poem about new love? As in a new relationship where you're so happy that it makes you forget about all the bad stuff that happened in your past or that's currently happening? ^_^

A story about a girl who can't fall in love, so she sleeps around in hopes that one day she'll fall for someone

Can you write something about a shy girl in love with a guy who barely noticed her and there's no chance for them to stay together because she's too shy to tell him first?

Hi again I'm the one who asked you to wrote about growing out of trust issues someone left you with thanks to someone else, I forgot to mention that I'd like it if it was written as if it was directed to the guy who hurt me in the past, as if I was talking to him and saying "see? I'm finally moving on now, and he's so much better than you"

Could you maybe write a poem about a nice boy who loves a girl but she rejects him so he changes and becomes cruel and horrible but you can tell he's still the same nice sweet wonderful person deep inside?

Can you write a poem about two people fighting against everything to stay together?

could you please write about a girl who likes a boy in her class, but knows that he'll never like her back because they hang in different crowds?

can you please write something about a girl being very in love with her best friends brother and keeping it away from best friend

Clan you write a story of two people (gender doesn't matter) who have struggled through the worst of times but came through it stronger than before?

Could you write something about falling in love with someone you only know over textmessage

could you like write a story about how a girl and a guy are best friends and the guy is slowly falling in love with her even though he doesn't want that to happen? Also make the girl have like super short hair and people constantly think she's trans cause of how she dresses even though she isn't?

Could you write something about an epic love? Like tackling obstacles like depression and Iove triangles and family drama but still ending up together?

can you write about falling in love with a boy for the first time?

I recently had to speak very ill to someone I love, even though I meant none of the ill words, to get them to realize how much they are hurting me. It hurt me so much. Is there any way you could write about that?

can you possibly write something about someone not knowing/ understanding how much they really mean to you?

Can you write something about someone's girlfriend letting go of her boyfriend in order to protect him and prevent him to get hurt. The girlfriend putting him before herself?

can you write about a guy who's in a relationship but his girlfriend has drifted apart from him and is confused on what she wants and how he's sorry for the wrong things he has done and that he still loves her even if she's confused

could you write something about reconnecting and falling in love with a girl you knew from your teens? from a volunteer trip, where you liked her when you were16 but now your 19-20 and you are falling in love

could you write about a relationship that's only been going on for a short time but you know they're the one

My bestfriend's friend and his father had an accident and the father was died yesterday. I hope that you write anything about this. I didn't know the father but I very shocked of the news.

could you write something about having a problem with someone i was close to? it feels like its all my fault. and though its been 'resolved', and we've both apologized, i still feel like she hates me. and she thinks i hate her but i don't, she thinks i ignore her but i don't. i'm just too scared to say anything. and i miss her so much, though i don't show it.

Can you write a poem about two people who love each other but can't get over how much the other has changed?

could you write something about a dark, sad, deep and broken girl with green gray eyes, porcelain skin, auburn curly hair falling in love with a sweet, light hearted boy with deep hazel eyes and brown hair. she has been so hurt before and was abused and she's scared to fall in love. she doesn't know how he feels, and he can't express emotions very well. they're in this play together and they have to act in love

Poem about having to mask emotions for someone you love? It would mean so much.

can you write about how you try to be happy, but want to stay in your room all day? and another one about why it's not fair that people get judge..

could you write about a depressed girl who is falling in love with a boy, but it's taken her 2 years to get over her abusive ex? she's terrified, but she knows that this boy would never hurt her.

Could you write a poem about a girl, whos heart is stuck between the boy she loves now and the boy she used to love, before he left?

Could you write something about leaving a toxic relationship and shortly after finding happiness with an old love?

Can you write a poem about being in love with someone that you've never met, only ever heard about?

can you write about my relationship which didn't go well due to external problems (Family and distance). But we truly love each other, understand each other and care for each other. Even after the breakup she still cares for me but try to not make it obvious. We promise each other that in years time, we'll be together again but it's quite long.

I am a 25 year old cancer surviver, had it removed from my left kidney. No chemo or radiation, just lots of tests and surgery. I got a second chance at life and I feel like. I'm screwing it up and not taking care of myself, drinking, partying, sex, etc. I'm lost. I need to take control back in my life after surviving cancer and appreciate life, and realize how strong I am

please write about a girl who is still in love with her ex girlfriend, even though she knows she did what was right for the both of them.

Could your write a poem about how everything is moving so fast and how i feel like I'm stuck in place?

could you write about losing a guy best friend because of his lies?

Could you write a piece on isolating yourself from your friends or the world so you don't hurt anyone?

I was wondering if you could write something about loving someone a lot and knowing that you never want to let go of them, but at the same time knowing that you don't deserve someone that amazing? But in a happy way, I guess (sorry if this is confusing)

do you think you could write about being so in love with someone but he ends up choosing someone else over you even though he loved you back?

Could you maybe write about someone loving someone else a lot but being rejected and that love turning to hate?

Can you write on painful unrequited love that finally, suddenly, and surprisingly is reciprocated after years of waiting and missing the person who finally loves you back ? #longdistance

Heyy can you write about a boyfriend leaving you because his friends think your not worth his time . Even tho he loved you so much

Can you write about being in love with somebody for 3 years love long distance and never met her and she bore my heart but she keep coming back every once and while

can you write about how my first love, the one I had a gut feeling I'd be with him for the rest of my life is moving to the other side of the country?

I was wondering if you could maybe write about learning to treat yourself better?

Would it be possible for you to write a poem about living without the one that got away?

can you write something about loving an addict and watching them choose that addiction over you?

maybe write something about someone's best friend getting a girlfriend and then abandoning the friendship

can u write about someone that stops loving you so suddenly while you're already going through so much

Hey I don't suppose you'd be able to write anything about always bumping into a guy who you always try to avoid because he causes trouble? I liked him then he kissed my best mate, went to second base with my other friend and slept with me all in one night. 🙈 I never manage to successfully avoid him. No one ever does

Can you write something about the struggle of facing the "real world" after college. Just to give you a idea: about self-doubt, whether or not your major is right for you, about the future in general?

Hey could you do a poem about difficulties with friends and losing some because I told them about my mental illness? Specifically how they have been telling other people in my life that I'm broken.

I was wondering if you could write about my best guy friend and me splitting ways because of his lies?

Could you write something about being tired. Not tired of life or anything, but instead just exhausted. Always. Constantly wanting to sleep. The only thing is that every time you sleep, you dream. Every time you dream, you wake up feeling like you didn't sleep at all. And all you want to do is just sleep and wake up feeling awake, not exhausted.

could you write a poem about loving someone and sleeping with someone you know will never love you back but they keep you around anyway

could you write a poem about being so terrified to fall in love after you have been abused in every way? the boy i love now would never hurt me, but i never thought the last boy would either.

can u write a poem about moving on from ur best friend as u fell in love with him but he said he wasn't ready and that ur too good for him so u have to move on but still remain as bestfriends?

'm a female who's questioning my sexuality and I know for a fact that I'm falling quickly for a girl who will never like me back. Besides the point, I haven't came out to my family. It hurts so bad to keep this secret inside and never be able to say anything to my own mother about my feelings. I can't talk to any of my friends and I have to sort out all of this on my own. I know that this is all over the place, but could you write something for a hurting, confused heart?

'm so sorry to bother you but could you do something on the loss of a friend and mentor. I got to work with this artist one summer and he took me under his wing and his mentorship meant the world to me and he moved but I found out he just recently passed away and I'm just having a really hard time about it and it just doesn't feel like he's gone and i feel like I'm in denial.

hey can you do a poem about really wanting to be someone's friend and having a weird attraction to them but not romantically?

can you please write a poem about one of my ex- best friends and my ex-boyfriend now dating, and that they are bullying me at school. not like actual bullying but verbally hurting me and making rumors. also i see them everyday at school all the time and they are always together and it is so hard for me to see. the girl is also on my soccer team and always goes physically so hard at me

Would you write something of love? A dark heart, deep, damaged and broken girl with green eyes long auburn curly hair, snow white skin with so many scars & a lighthearted, kind, funny, gentle, (but he's been hurt before but he still remains light) boy with brown messy hair + dark hazel eyes and tan skin. she's a swimmer and he plays basketball

could you write about being in the type of in between love. It could be more, but it could be nothing at all.

was wondering if you could write something about Kind of wanting to get in with the "wrong crowd" or self destructing in a way even though you know it's going to end up hurting your friends..

Something about having a best friend- who is also your only true friend as well as your boyfriend- being there throughout everything and knowing you inside out and helping with every problem you ever face. Then one day they just leave and you're left to survive without them

Can you write and capture the feeling of complete and total pain of the mind and body that it makes one numb?

I have a friend whose sister had to abort her baby because it wasn't developing properly. I was hoping you could write something to help her cope with that loss.

Could you perhaps write a little something about realizing the person you love has changed and you no longer love them?

could you maybe write a poem about never being able to be yourself in front of anyone, and being sad that nobody knows who you really are?

Could you write a poem about facing your fears or trying to be better?

Could you write about difficulty with relationships because they drain your energy and make you feel like you have to be there all the time for them as well as yourself

Could you write about overcoming sadness and finding happiness once more when you once thought you'd never feel true happiness again

could you write about being in love with your best friend and having him end up fucking with your feelings and being an asshole when he's supposed to be your best friend?

could you please write a "story" about not knowing what is wrong with you. . .how your mom wants to help but she cant and how its all your fault that everything is breaking and falling apart and you just want to stop breathing?. ..

I was wondering if you could write something about a girl who has a crush on a jerk. He's a jerk to anyone who's not popular (Including her). He's popular (Cliché, I know) She doesn't want to like him, but he can't help herself.

about my ex-boyfriend and not being able to remember our first/last kiss, like me not feeling anything and wishing i could. also him and i don't talk anymore and he is with one of my ex- best friends which is hard.

Recently, I ripped the muscle in my right thigh. I'd been overworking myself with my running and that happened. It'll take a couple months to heal, but the reason I'm telling you this is because I felt invincible in a way before this. Can you write something about someone who genuinely believes that they are invincible, then they realize they aren't?

The last few years I've been coping with depression, disordered eating and stuff like that but I almost recovered! It was a long hard road, but I had always by my side a woman who was like a second mother to me and I'm so thankful for her existence. Could you write something about appreciating a person who was always there for you?

could you write something about someone who has trouble talking but likes to write her thoughts out? but has nobody to read it to?

I have a hard time communicating my emotions. I feel like im about to lose the man i love the most because of it. but i need him to understand that he is the world to me. I was wondering if you could write something about endless love like no other. He is my world and i know i am his :( but i have a hard hard time expressing and saying it :/

I was wondering if you could write a poem about how it feels when a sister kills herself and the depression and trauma which comes after it?

i was wondering if you could write about depression, and how no one believes me. my family doesn't listen or take me seriously i'm just "in a slump." a 3 year slump? oh okay thanks. or they tell me to stop talking about sad stuff because it "bums them out." i just want to read something that i can really understand

Can you write something about finally feeling enough?

Can you write something about having the desire to have a first love. In sixteen and never had a boyfriend or a kiss or anything. And I want one of those first romances that completely engulf you and break your heart. The stuff you see on tv

My friend just broke up with her boyfriend and I always catch her said or crying because of something he said. He is the kind of person who is a terrible boyfriend (cheats, curse, etc) but blames her for everything. He is abusive. Well, i think you already got the picture. She is a really special girl but i think sometimes she forgets it. I try to remember this to her but I think a small text or poem written by you would be really good for her.

was wondering if you could write about my bf.. he has been playing video games a lot more lately, and he never has enough time talking to me anymore. and whenever i reach out he just pushes me away because he's "busy". i let him do what he wants because i love him. i really do. but somehow the more i hold on, the more he lets go.. though i know he loves me still, and i just really miss talking to him, you know?

could you write something about friendship and that it is more important than love

Could you please write something on how you wish you could help your best friend? And how sorry you are that you messed up everything?

could you write something about liking someone your sexuality doesn't line up with. like being lesbian and liking a boy or something.

I mean could write about being numb or or not really feeling emotions

can you write something about a girl who is in Love with someone that she consideres as her soulmate even is they aren'r together? I mean, she knows deep inside that this person is the Love of her Life

would you write something about nightmares/ anxiety but trying to love yourself nonetheless, trying to get better for me? I need a pick me up thats not too sugarcoated, if you understand what I mean?

Wondering if maybe you could write a poem about loving someone so much youd die for them and trying your damndest not to ruin it but you end up ruining every single thing in the end, and how you still have so much love and you wish they knew, and that this whole world has changed since you ruined them‘

could you write about the boy with curly hair, he is so hard to love because he doesn't love back because it's how he was raised. but this boy knows how to love he just can't accept it so he'll push it away.

Could you write about falling in love with your crushes best friend ?

could you write something about a boy who hides his fears and basically you're saying that he doesn't always have to be the strong one?

Can you please write a poem about me!!? like about been a teen and how i struggle with my parents and how i want to be free and be blessed,?

Could you write something to make my period seem less antagonistic haha

was wondering if you please could write something for me. Its about how you have a crush on your close friend but he likes another girl (also your really close friend) and how he asks you to help him ask her out, and he doesn't know you like him.

I was wondering if you could write something for me related to how I feel right now and that is confusion. I am confused about the person I'm in love with, cause that person has a boyfriend already. It hurts, but I'm hoping I could send her one of your writing where I'm secretly confessing my love to her.

Could you please write something about a falling in love with someone over summer and still being in love now and a boy who smells like coffee and hardback books

could you write something about a gay girl who never really got to come out ? who didn't get that moment to express themselves?

Can you write about falling for someone who fell for your best friend?

It all started in grade school, they were good friends their mothers were the best of friends so play dates were often held. Then came High school and he asked her out. She was confused. No one ever said she loved her so she said "Find someone better." They're seniors now and in different schools. The best of friends. And now this time. She's fallen for him. Can you write a poem on how I'm feeling

Please write something about two friends drifting apart and then there is that point where everything explodes and they hate eachother.

Would you write a poem for a girl who is desperate to have her presence made felt in the world?

Could you write about how beautiful dimples are?

could you write a poem about 2 people who are in love with each other but every is against their relationship?

can u please write a poem about passing by so many problems.. including the pain I felt when my classmates saw my photos naked and start to falling in love with someone who doesn't care about it bc he loves me so hard but my parents don't let me being with him?

Can you write something about a girl in a relationship in which she feels the boy slowly falling out of love with her ?

can you write about a girl who's in love with her bestfriend but the guy isn't ready to commit but he still doesn't want to lose the girl?

is there any way you could write about a girl just discovering how to love herself?

Can you write something about making wrong choices, please?

Would you be able to write something about your other half being scared to tell you their problems, doesn't have to be exact like that just going through a hard stage just now as my other half is worrying all the time and is scared to tell his problems.

Can you write about a couple that broke up but came to realize they can't live without each other and get back together, making their relationship stronger? :)

can you write about how you fell in love with someone but you're afraid to tell them and mess everything up

can you write something about losing a friend and your scared about what's going to happen when you see them in two months because you guys didn't end on a good note and all you can think about is your memories together and how your going to be like strangers.

Could you write about being terrified to come out to your friends and then being completely accepted and applauded? I can't seem to put into words how monumental it was for me to be able to say she instead of he and to be able to be completely myself without fear of judgement from them.

Do you think you could write something about two exes that even though they know they aren't good together, they still keep finding their way back to each other, even sometimes years later?

can you write something about a girl who tries to replace her deadbeat brother with her best guy friend but he leaves too & the girl still cares and texts a lot but gets left on read so she smokes weed and cries about it and even sometimes drinks and shes always sad and lost and has nobody else left

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about a girl who has been in a really toxic/abusive relationship, and after it's over starts falling for that friend (He's a guy) she's known for a few months already but she's afraid to tell him because she feels he'll turn out to be like her previous relationship or that he doesn't like her back? They're both teens.

Could you maybe write something from the perspective of a daughter whose mom is in prison for drugs? Something about the daughter feeling as though her mother picked drugs over watching her grow up,

Can you write something about falling in love with someone you didn't expect to fall in love with and how it consumes you so much

Can you please wright about 2 people crazy in love but they are not meant to be together and so u know deep down even if u moved on no one will ever replace them nor will u ever be fully over that love , it's more like u lost ur soul and so u're just a living body

are you willing to write a short story about a person who is traveling the world, please? Like, they are able to see all of the beauty around them and it's really poetic and mystical

was wondering you could write something on how much impact a name can have and why you want to go by something else

Can you write about someone who has worked for something for so long, and it's all they've ever wanted, but now that they have it they're afraid that it's not all they thought it'd be?

i like the dark, love it. it's where i find my peace. but i'm also scared of the dark because it's mysterious. i was wondering if could write something about this

was wondering if you could write something about a girl who likes another girl who is like way out of her league and wishes she could tell her how she feels?

Can you please write about a girl regretting for telling the truth after his guy besfrend forced her to confess if she likes him. Because he became indifferent and started to evade her anyway he can.

I was wondering if you could write a poem about that feeling of sadness when your not out to your friends or family yet and they keep making homophobic statements and there is nothing you can do but sit there and force yourself to laugh with them?

Could you write about a girl who always gets left for a better opportunity and is torn? For a girl who doesn't feel like she's good enough or pretty enough to be loved?

Could you write something about wanting to impress your teacher?

Can you write about loving your friends who's loved you all along, but they haven't ever considered a relationship ?

I was wondering if you could possibly write about a queer, biracial teenage male couple?

I see you already posted something about being gay and having internalized homophobia but do you think you would write it but instead of having a crush on girls, have it with crushes on guys?

Could you maybe write a thing about beimg in love with someone, and you hurt them and you're sorry and you hope they're doing alright and how you still cant get over them even though its been a year and like 4 months?

I just read your poem on a father who recently passed away and i love it. I was wondering if you could do more on loss? My father was actually murdered this past November and As his only family I'm going through court and trials and lawyers hahahah. I just paid off his funeral and about for fork out another 2000 for burial and plaques and I'm only 20 haha

I was wondering if you could write about a girl in a toxic relationship w/ a guy, from the beggining to the end. After 6 months dating, he cheats on her and then doesn't talk to her for 2 weeks w/o breaking things off. Then, he comes back and tries to mend things, but falls back into abusing her. However, she's found herself in this time and finds the courage to break things off in a terrible fight. Later, she sees him w/ another girl and feels hurt but happy for them at the same time.

wrt about girls with an angelic voice snowy hair and lips sweet as a july peaches. perfect in everyth. perfect heartbreakers? And about girls synonyms for which tragedy. dark hair and walks under the night sky. they're said to be hurricane but no one knows how they cry at night bc of peach lips which left bloody marks on their body and a broken heart?

would you be willing to do something about being a closeted trans boy that's afraid of coming out b/c they don't want to get kicked out? it makes it difficult to enjoy being around their brother and mother and to believe that they actually mean the good things they say?

Can you write about having friends and leaving them behind, but finding out one talks shit about you now, and still acts kind to your face, but you can't confront them because you will destroy more friendships then just yours.

care to write something about brothers?

Can you write about two people that love each other very much but them being together causes atrocities/its unhealthy for them to be together.

can you write about how sad it feels when you move away from a place that you grew up in?

can u write about what it's like to lose absolutely everyone important who has come into your life?

my best friend is moving across the world. He means everything. This keeps happening cause I live on the other side of the globe from where they go. I know people leave all the time and I shouldn't pity myself but I just really love him. Could you write something about it?

I was wondering if you could write something about two friends (boy,girl) starting a relationship but the girl is wondering if it was the right thing to do, because she likes him and everything but it just feels awkward

My best friend and I have been drifting away lately. Could you possibly write something about that?

Could you please write about a girl falling in love with a guy that is completely out of her league?

can you write something about wanting someone that is toxic for you?

Can you write a little on falling in love with every person that shows you the slightest bit of attention? About feeding off the praise and lust of others trying to build it into into your own sexuality and self worth like a piece of clay. You know the habit as misshapen and bound to topple in on itself, but you keep digging for the art they all say they see.

Can you write a poem about two adult people being in love with each other but it being forbidden?

can you write something for me. My girlfriend just asked to take a step back from our relationship to figure herself out. I love her and want to show her we're stronger together and I can still be her rock while giving her more space to do her own thing.

Can you please write about a girl who lied to a guy about her age and they got attached to each other and then he finds out about her real age and they don't see each other but she still loves him

about a girl who is in love with another? about the FIRST girl who dreams about the second one, and if her lover says "die for me", she will do it ? rather about the SECOND girl who dreams about the mountains and not about the first one ?

could you write about a boy being in love with someone who choose another over him in the past, but now that person is now trying to make things right, and the man is afraid to be broken again. I

can you write about the feel of nothing?

Could you write about a toxic friendship? Like, the person was bf's w/ somebody who undermined her, lied compulsively, was really insecure and had to bring her down, tried desperately to be popular and to be liked by everyone, etc. And this girl ends the friendship and she's happy she did.

Could you write about being out to everyone but your family Like living a lie to my family when all my friends know me as gay The hatred and every day fear That you might mess up and say the wrong thing and out yourself and the disaster it could end up in

My request is a slightly complex and I understand if you can't write about it. She told me she loved me and when I fell for her she was already with someone new. I put up with all kinds of shit for her for almost a year. She dated someone knew who broke her heart and we got back friends after she had dropped me because he didn't like our friendship. We dated for a couple of weeks and then overnight it all ended. I am moving on after a year of being in love. Fuck her.

Can you write something about being madly in love with someone who is really back and forth with you? Like one weel they feel the same and the next they are so distant.

I was wondering if you could write one about social anxiety, and maybe getting panic attacks because of that?

Could you maybe do a poem on battles that never should have been fought in the first place ?

i was wondering if you could write something for me. could you write something about a girl who tries so hard to be happy but nothing ever works out in the end?

could you perhaps write about feeling like everyone you come into contact with you destroy even though you know you're not doing anything wrong at all and it pushes you to the point where you feel unwanted and alone and triggers your depression

Can you write a poem about the conflicting feelings of caring for my friends brother after I've been crushing on my friend for a little over a year? I am not sure what I'm feeling ... if it's that I care for the brother as my friend or maybe as something more but there really isn't much I can phrase correctly. They both are very different and funny in their own way, but the brother is more personable than my friend who is more reserved.

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fanficcollection · 8 years ago

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Pairing: Misha Collins x reader Summary: The conversation goes on Word Count: 2,103 Warnings: panic attack, angst, depression, mental illness, self doubt Notes: it is my first ever fanfic and I am not a English native speaker so please don’t hate me

I’m still looking for a beta-reader! and if you want to give me some feedback, don’t hesitate!

Have fun with part 3!

Mishas POV

I was worried about my tumblr-girl and to be honest I felt some responsibility for her, I was the one who wrote to her when he needed someone, I gave her hope so I couldn’t simply stop caring for her. It was strange, though she was basically a total stranger to me, I felt that something was wrong when she didn’t replied for the whole day, so I typed a short message to her, hoping she recognized that she wasn’t alone in the world, and that I don’t give up that easy.

Some hours passed but eventually I heard the sound of my phone, notifying me that I got a new message. I first was glad and couldn’t wait to read what she wrote to me, but when I opened the inbox and the message I gasped for air. After reading the first line I knew she was serious here, she really thought about killing herself and she had a really bad impression of herself. I didn’t know what to do, but then I started typing a text.

“Hey Y/N,

First things first, I’m glad you are alive, I’m glad you wrote me and I’m glad my texts gave you a smile and I hope Sam and Dean help you through this hard times. :)“

I stopped, it was hard for me to find the right words, I wasn’t even sure if it was right to type just a message, shouldn’t I get her help? I read the message once again and continued writing.

I’m not sure what to do, Y/N, I won’t stop writing to you if you don’t want me to, like I said some times before, I care! You are important, and no, that’s not just a phrase, I mean you are important to me, I always love getting texts from you, I’m really looking forward to it when I press >send<. I know you might think I know you just by a few messages, and it may be right, but…“

Yeah, but…? But there is a connection between us? But I like you? But I can’t sleep without knowing you are alright? I didn’t want to sound like a creep, or anything like that. I stood up, walked around a bit and took some deep breaths before sitting down again, staring at the display of my laptop. I read the whole letter again and again, then I started typing on

“… I can be someone to lean on, I want to be someone to lean on for you. You are part of the family so you are not alone, I’m here. I promise, I’m here when you need me.

Do you want to tell me what’s going on over there, in your life, what makes you feel bad? I promise I’m a good listener and I’m available anytime you need somebody to listen and to talk.

Love, oldbonesgoingdown”

I just wanted to send it when I stopped, she asked for a name, my name. Should I lie? I felt guilty when I wrote some normal name, no, I couldn’t do that, I promised to be here for her, I couldn’t lie about that detail, this was important. I sat there, rested my head in my hands for quite a time to think about this problem, I didn’t want to reveal myself, I was afraid she would think I wanted to mess with her or on the other hand she could freak out and block the conversation, I had no idea what to do and I typed a text to Jensen, but just before I could press send I got the idea. A small smile appeared on my face when I typed a PS to the message.

“PS.: My name is Dmitri, it’s not that common here in the US, but I have some Russian ancestors and over there it’s quite normal, I’m travelling a lot for my job, mostly in the US. I hope I could help you with these information.

Your POV

The next day when you woke up your head felt like exploding and your stomach made some strange noises, slowly you sat on your bed, trying to realize the situation, one and a half empty wine bottles stood next to your bed and on the TV was still the menu of the fifth season of supernatural. You took the remote, turned off the TV, then stood up and tapped with shaky steps to the bathroom. You reached the bathroom just right to empty the entire content of your belly in the toilet. Great. Gasping for air you searched for the toilet paper to wipe your mouth. Before you found it you hat to vomit again and again. After some minutes of throwing up, catching breath and drinking some mouthful of water you sat on the bathroom floor and tried to figure out what you have done the day before. There was nothing, you couldn’t remember a damn thing from last night, a glance at your wrists and arms showed that you hadn’t hurt yourself, so far so good. You sat there for at least half an hour, your mind wandered off until your stomach felt better.

After wiping your mouth again, brushing your teeth and drinking another few gulps of water you got up and went back to your bedroom to get your phone. Now embarrassing messages sent, no stupid phone-calls made, there was just one other stupid thing you could have done last night. You closed your eyes as you didn’t want to see your tumblr-inbox. One new message. Arrived yesterday night. Fuck. After some time of hesitation you opened the text.

You read the first few words of the new message and your throat dried out in a second, what did you do? What did you say? You scrolled up to the previous message, to the one you wrote yesterday, and tears welled up when you read your desperate words. Why? You let the drops roll down your face, why can’t you just be as normal as every other human? Once again you had to throw up and your complete was shaking when you chocked but there was nothing left in your stomach. Tired and crying you rested your head in your hands Fuck.

When you decided to read the rest of his message, you were sure he was telling you that he couldn’t write with you anymore, because you were too freaky, too messed up for him. Streams of tears rushed down your cheeks. The voices in your head laughed at you, because for a moment you thought you found someone to share your thoughts, your problems, with. But you couldn’t keep someone near you, you were boring, nobody wants to waist his time with you. You were just a nobody, not important, nobody should have to listen to you, to your lifestories, which were unnecessary, who would want to hear this stories, the stories how you became who you are, who would be interested? You couldn’t stop crying, your body cramped and your lungs didn’t get enough air, you gasped once more, tried to calm yourself down but couldn’t handle it, the panic attack came too fast and hit you too hard. After struggling for quite a time everything turned black, you felt your head hitting something hard, maybe a part of your bed, then you passed out and felt nothing anymore.

You woke up hours later, still lying in your bed, your head hurting awfully and you remembered the panic attack, you suffered earlier. With your hand you examined your head for some serious injuries, you felt your hair stick together on the back of your head and you winced when you touched the spot where the wound was, but it wasn’t big, you could easily hide it behind your hair. Good.

Afraid of the words you would read now you took your phone and opened the message – again – and read it out loud:

“Hey Y/N,

First things first, I’m glad you are alive, I’m glad you wrote me and I’m glad my texts gave you a smile and I hope Sam and Dean help you through this hard times. :)”

Yeah, sure he was glad you were alive, he had to say that, hasn’t he? It would be more than morbid not to say so, but although this line gave you a smile, he was happy to hear from you, even if that was just a line it was a nice one. With that smile on your lips you carried on to his second paragraph:

“I’m not sure what to do, Y/N, I won’t stop writing to you if you don’t want me to, like I said some times before, I care! You are important, and no, that’s not just a phrase, I mean you are important to me, I always love getting texts from you, I’m really looking forward to it when I press >send<. “

A little tear rolled down your cheek, nobody has ever said something like that to you, and in some way you wanted to believe it, you wanted to be the one he was interested in, the one whose messages he awaits excited. You never were that person, but you would love to be. Quickly you wiped your tears away and continued reading.

“I know you might think I know you just by a few messages, and it may be right, but I can be someone to lean on, I want to be someone to lean on for you. You are part of the family so you are not alone, I’m here. I promise, I’m here when you need me.

Do you want to tell me what’s going on over there, in your life, what makes you feel bad? I promise I’m a good listener and I’m available anytime you need somebody to listen and to talk.

Love, oldbonesgoingdown

Wow, that was quite a letter, and it was super supportive, you really got the feeling he wanted to be there for you, it made you smile, it made your body shiver but in a positive way now, you were exited to write back to him. All the lies you told yourself earlier were nearly swiped away, just a little bit stayed, a little bit of self-doubt, if he really meant what he said, but for the moment you just couldn’t wait to hear more from him, Dmitri.

“Hey Dmitri (nice to finally know how to address this right :D),

Wow, thank you for your supportive as hell message. After giving me a panic attack it helped me to get on my feet again today. No worries, the panic attack was caused by me, be these nasty voices in my head.

I’m sorry I scared you yesterday, as I said I was drunk and I had a very hard day, as you probably could imagine by my words, but I’m better today, thanks to you, and yeah, we know each other just by a few messages, but I think there is good talking to you, my friend, so let’s keep this up and find out if this can last.

You asked what’s going on here and I honestly can’t tell, I often just don’t know why I feel that bad, It just hits me from time to time and often doesn’t let me go for quite a while and for this times I was looking for support in the SPN-family, you see? So there are good times as well, I’m not an all-time-depressive ;)

Enough talk about me, I’m not that important, what’s going on in your life? There is surely a lot of stuff which is more interesting than that things about me, isn’t it?

Looking forward to your message,

Y/N

Your message was painfully honest, but after what you wrote yesterday you thought he could handle it and it was nice to get those things of your chest. After you sent it you went back to your bed and forgot yourself in some daydreaming about your mysterious but unbelievable sweet tumblr-boy.

Part 4

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heyhosam · 8 years ago

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hey sam! it's been a long time since i requested a headcanon from you omg i miss ;; (but i still stalked your blog tho hehehe i'm shy) can i request a jikook headcanon about jimin who adores jungkook who is a radio broadcaster and he sort of fell in love with his voice but jimin does not know how jungkook looks like until he recognized his voice somewhere? (tbh the plot looks like a manga that i like but i forgot the title) thank you so much sam ily❤ ps: i'm week for jk as hyung and smol jimin

hi sweetheart!! don’t be shy! I’m kind of an awkward potato at first…..and later also…. but you end up appreciating me :D so feel free to stop by and say hi whenever you feel like it, ok?

I’m sorry i haven’t been posting too much lately :( it’s been a while since I wrote some hdc, tho so im a bit rusty, i ask for your forgiveness… I have a lot of messages on my inbox so I will respond to them eventually…. I will try to do it this weekend since today i’m a bit busy but I will write this one for you as a thanks for being so sweet to me and as a promise to reply to the others ^^

have a great day pup

//Jimin found about jungkook’s radio program one night after a really long day at work. he usually put on his earbuds and blasted loudly his favorite artists but that night his ipod had run out of battery and he didn’t have any music stored on his phone so his only option was to tune in the radio. and oh boy does he not regret it at all.

//jungkook has melodic voice, sweet and that exudes warmth but at the same time is deep and boyish, really charismatic. no wonder he works at a radio station.

//the program varies from listening to jungkook’s song recommendations to reading letters from fans asking for advice. the host can go from a total dork that tells the most ridiculous jokes to a sweet caring boy trying to help a lost soul.

//jimin finds himself listening to his show every single night from then on. he has the show tuned in while his night shift at the convenience store, which always helps him overcome the night with a better attitude.

//taehyung laughs at him, says he’s obsessed. Jimin likes to say he just knows how to appreciate the good things in life.

//Jungkook opens about himself sometimes, and jimin learns he’s a young man -but slightly older than him- that has struggled his own in life as many others and uses his experiences to give advice to his listeners. Jimin loves to hear those stories, feels like jungkook is opening up to him only and not to hundreds of anonymous people that listen to him as well.

//he’s tempted to call, talk directly with jungkook those nights the phones are opened to the spectators, but he knows he’s shy and would stumble with his words a lot. also, what is he supposed to say to jungkook? “oh hey i’m jimin, big fan of yours. i love your voice and i love you too, marry me?” nah, too creepy….

//so he simply sends letters to jungkook for the other to read. he usually shares his own struggles, tells jungkook how difficult is being for him to manage the student life, living on his own and have his family so far away. jungkook is always sweet, reassuring, tells JM to keep fighting for his dreams like he did some years prior, shares his own story so he can give jimin the will to keep going. jungkook tells JM they have a lot in common taking in consideration his letters, and jimin likes to think jungkook’s voice softens a bit while talking to him after reading his letters, and his heart stutters happily every time jungkook dedicates him a new song he’s found recently.

//it’s a sunday that finds jimin working a morning shift. he hates it, because not only he had to woke up really early, but he doesn’t have jungkook’s sweet voice helping go through the boredom.

//the good thing about it is that he can afford sit in a corner and read a book, or try to catch up with some work he had been delaying, since just some grannies come for some shopping.

//he’s immersed in one of the books he’s supposed to read for a report when someone enters the store. a young boy, dark hair and darker eyes. he’s pretty attractive, but the side glance and small smile he throws jimin when they lock gazes tells him he’s a bit shy. the boy strides to the farther aisles in silence, jimin focuses back on his books.

//”Hello,” says the boy and the single word has jimin’s head snapping towards him, it sounds slightly familiar. the boy raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything else.“hello.” he answers, and starts charging everything without saying anything else.“Thanks, have a good day.” he says once the other has paid and is about to leave. the boy smiles charmingly, sweet, and says:“you too, thank you.” jimin stares a him because his voice sounds so so so familiar. “is something wrong?” asks the boy with confusion written all over his face and then everything clicks. “oh my fucking god, it’s you!” screams jimin, blushing immediately because holy shit it’s jungkook and holy shit he just screamed at jungkook“uhm…. do we know each other?”“no…I mean i do, i know you and this just sounds so creepy but omg im a fan- im so sorry.”“oh….” jungkook’s face changes then, goes to confusion to realization and smiles once again at jimin. “you listen to my radio program?”“Yeah…. i- i love you - your show”“Wow, im glad. it’s always nice to know people like listen to me… thank you so much.”

//Jungkook starts coming to the store more often and jimin tries to play it cool every time, specially when jungkook is being friendly with him and starts a conversation. but they quickly fall into a more comfortable relationship, specially after Jimin confesses he’s JM and jungkook seems happy to know about it.

//jungkook is funny and nice outside of work also, manages to make jimin laugh without really trying. sometimes jungkook is the only one talking as jimin just smiles and nods, staring. because jimin likes jungkook’s soft voice, but likes even more his crooked smile and bunny teeth and the way he feels every time jungkook looks at him. and boy, he’s so in deep.

//they exchange phone numbers and start talking frequently. Sometimes jungkook texts him in the middle of a broadcast. it makes jimin feel special.

//”this song is dedicated to a friend of mine. we’ve become closer recently and im glad to have found such a nice person that fits so well in my life. so, ehm… jimin, i know you are listening- this song is for you”Jimin tries not to scream in the middle of the store, but now that he thinks about it he’s alone so he squeals out loud out of happiness.

//”It was a beautiful song” says jimin over the phone, after deciding to call jungkook in a boost of braveness.“Really? I’m glad. i found the artist recently and he really has beautiful songs. I thought you would like this one.”“I loved it…”“You know what it’s about?” asks jungkook, his voice soft and warm. for a second jimin forgets they are talking live on radio and there are hundreds of people listening to their conversation. “It’s a bout a new found love.”“oh…”“jimin, would it be too brave of me to ask you out on a date?”“Are you serious?”“totally…. I like you a lot JM”“I would love to…”

//after that night jungkook receives a lot of letters asking for advice in love matters, because his way of confessing to jimin was cute and romantic and had all his fans squealing with feels. (jimin dowloaded the podcast to save it on his computer)

//jimin discovers dating a radio host is a bit embarrassing, specially when said host dedicates romantic songs to him or says out loud how much he loves him, but jimin wouldn’t have it any other way. (he loves calling to the program and talk to the other, sometimes embarrassing jungkook on live radio)

#jikook #jikook headcanon #hope you like it puppy <3 #anon puppy #gotcha

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dustfromthestepsbefore · 8 years ago

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Alright. Here is the master post.

I got 7 messages after I answered all of those other ones earlier. SEVEN.

I’m gonna go ahead and make some general points here and then add a little individually to each ask. I will probably reference some of these points in those individual answers to save time for me. Because I’m sure that this post will end up taking me over an hour to make. (Yes, everyone. Answering anon asks and the like is a great expenditure of time and effort. Especially when you put thought into every answer.)

1. This blog has and will always stand up for what I believe in. I will continue to call out things that I think need to be changed and I’m not okay with. Even including something that I even originally called MINOR and was just an offhand comment that was NEVER the main point of anything. I don’t care if you call me overly sensitive or too PC or whatever term you want to call me. I was raised this way (I promise you that I let my family hear my opinions more than anyone and they disagree a ton), my faith leads me to be this way, and I feel like it’s my duty to stand up for things that I think is right regardless if it “affects” me or not. Thank you for all of these asks. Because it 100% gave me a kick in the ass and showed me how much harder I need to work for making the world a better place.

2. The irony of so many asks telling me that me and others are “too sensitive” when you can’t handle a minor critique of your favorite is not lost on me. I’m too sensitive to point out something that is a societal issue that sexism is so ingrained in society that people don’t even realize it, but if I say one small negative thing about your favorite then my inbox is flooded. Even to the point that people tell me that I obviously dislike Blake or think Gwen is too good for him. 🙄

3. You are correct. I am very sensitive. And I honestly think that is one of my best qualities. I am very stoic on the outside and hold myself together well. But I have so much empathy for others that I tend to actually be very emotional on the inside. Empathy is such an important part of my life that my future career is based on it. The ONLY reason I’ve gotten into medicine is to help people. And I’m hoping to work as a family medicine doctor in an area that is in desperate need of them. Being sensitive for others is NOT a bad thing. And I don’t know why people try to act like it is or use it as an insult.

4. The whole “It didn’t bother/affect me or most people” line is honestly probably the most upsetting thing that I keep getting in my inbox. History is plagued by people having that exact same attitude in situations that are MUCH MUCH MUCH worse than a dumb minor sexist joke. But if you can’t take a moment to sit back and go “hmmmm, that probably isn’t the best joke. He probably should come up with something different. He is funny enough to do that.” then wow. I’m not sure I would want to be around you when something actually important shows up. If you can’t take a stand for the small stuff, how can you take a stand for the bigger and harder things. That response is from being in a place of privilege. Instead of trying to help others, you just ignore it since it isn’t bothering you.

5. I never once came about this discussion trying to say that Blake is an awful person. You can have discussions about something you wish a person would stop doing without considering them horrible. This isn’t a black and white world where a person does one thing that you disagree with and you immediately have to hate them.

Anon: People are too sensitive today that's my opinion. Like why should that bother someone? It's words. Now if they were harming someone that's different. Ever heard of sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never heart me? Ignore people! Girls do some shitty things too. We all aren't perfect. Everyone's going to be offended by something no matter how much you stand up and fight for BeingPC.

Me: See point 4. And also points 2 and 3.

Being in the medical field, “sticks and stones will break...” is one of the most untrue phrases ever. Words can be extremely hurtful and you shouldn’t just brush that off. I understand trying to help somebody cope and learn how to deal with mean people. But you should never act like words can’t really harm a person.

And I don’t know why you turned this is in a guys vs. girls thing. I never presented it in that way. I also never said that anyone was perfect.

Anon: You know what there are things that both of them do that are not PC, but if you look at the big picture, they are great people who love hard and are nice to everyone. Why must we knit pick at every little thing they do or say. They are not harming anyone.

Me: I agree with you for the most part. But see point 4.

Just because it isn’t hurting you, doesn’t mean that it isn’t hurting anyone else. Once again, I said from the get go that this was a MINOR problem. People on here have escalated to something much bigger. But I still think that this is an important point about everything in life.

I also don’t think this is knit picking? It was literally an offhand comment about something that I wish he wouldn’t do. The anons on here are the ones that blew it up and made it a big deal.

Anon: Well what he said didn't offend me and I'm sure it didn't offend a lot of women. They honestly probably didn't even catch it so who really cares. Not a big deal. It's not harming anyone if he calls Adam a girl.

Me: POINT 4. POINT 4. POINT 4. POINT 4. POINT 4.

Anon: I'm sorry but calling someone out for making a sexist comment is calling them a sexist. Poeple are so weak thease days. Once mind needs to know better to know when is someone making a joke and when are people serious. We all take all things to serious. It includes you and everyone. No one can say anything anymore without affecting and or a fending someone and taking hate for it. It's a big problem in this world. People need to learn to not take everything so seriously and tuff up.

Me: See points 2 and 3.

I could not disagree with your first sentence more. If that is your criteria for labeling somebody sexist and then I’m assuming racist, homophobe, etc. then basically everybody you know (including me) is one of those if not all of those. I’m sure that almost everybody out there has messed up and said something a long one of those lines. Hopefully somebody (nicely) called them out on it at some point and it made them change their ways. Constructive criticism is a thing and hopefully people grow and become better people throughout their life.

Anon: But what about times when Blake said he wants to be a girl (G sang JAG) and sang Every Woman or he wants to live like a girls dream etc. Contradictory

Me: See point 5.

I don’t really see your point. You can say something cool and then something totally awful. That happens all the time. Just look at politicians (or don’t, they are depressing).

Anon: I am a woman of almost 30 years old and I can honestly say I see nothing wrong with Blakes "like a girl" comments towards Adam. Maybe it was the way I was brought up or the community I was raised in but I learned to be strong minded from the beginning and not let anyone's comments or opinions bring me down. The whole over sensitive nature the world is adopting towards sexism and other subjects is making the world a even meaner and hateful place.

Me: See points 2, 3, and 4.

I 100% disagree with your last sentence. What is happening is that people are now being called out on their hateful and mean rhetoric that they didn’t even realize was happening. Objecting to something that you are used to isn’t being mean or hateful. It’s trying to stop the ingrained mean and hateful things.

Take for example my mother. A wonderful Christian woman that grew up in Mississippi in the 50s/60s. California in the 60s. And Arkansas in the 70s. She mentioned that she wished to head back to the 50s a couple of weeks ago. People were “so much nicer and well mannered.” I turned and looked at her and said, “Yes, if you were a middle class white person, Mom.” Her eyes got really big and she kind of stammered. She even said something like “I didn’t even think of that.” So yes, the world was a much better place for the privileged when people when everybody kept silent. But the world as a whole is much better.

Anon: In my opinion, the reason he calls Adam a girl is solely because of his high pitched voice which of course he admires. Also people need to lay off as other perspective exist. Insulting is not the intension but people do get offended. Like I remember people getting offended by sushi and cow milking skit. PS: Old BSer here. Peace ✌

Me: See point 5.

Yeah, I get you. And I agree that I don’t think it’s from a place of meanness/hate/etc. I just don’t even think that Blake has thought about it.

But my problem with it being about his voice is that once again kind of reinforces the stereotypes of girls with high voices and guys with low voices. I personally grew up with a lot of girls that had lower voices and people were cruel to them about it. I also have a guy friend that is always embarrassed at drive thrus because he always gets a “Thank you ma’am” over the intercom. And at least 1/3 of those encounters involve a “I thought you were a woman!” exclamations at the window.

And then on the famous side, if you have ever followed David and Victoria Beckham, the number of times that they have addressed David’s voice being higher than the “average” guy is unbelievable. I just don’t think that’s what you should focus on. And Blake is such a funny and loving guy, I would just love if he would switch to something else to joke about.

And that is the last of them. I’m not going to answer any more asks on this. I think my position is clear. And the same rebuttals keep repeating themselves.

#thanks anon #blake shelton #the voice #s12 #personal

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fanficcollection · 8 years ago

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Tumblr-Girl (Part 2)

Tumblr – Girl (Series)

Part 1 Part 3 Masterlist

Pairing: Misha Collins x reader Summary: the day after the first conversation Word Count: 1.913 Warnings: panic attack, angst, depression, mental illness, self doubt

Notes: it is my first ever fanfic and I am not a English native speaker so please don’t hate me, I hope you like the idea, there at least some more parts to come. :) IMPORTANT: I’m looking for someone like a beta-reader (since I’m not an English-native-speaker there are (probably) loads of mistakes in my texts as well as some ideas seem better in my mind than in the text, so you know what a beta-reader does, don’t you? Just shoot me a message if you want to help me with my texts

Now enjoy the second chapter ;)

Your POV

The next day you woke up, your body in pain and extremely tired, you swore you would never again trust a single human being who wants to help and certainly not some guy on tumblr. Yesterday you thought this guy really cared, that you have finally found someone to get this weight from your shoulders, but as everyone else he just let you down. Just wanted to play a knight until he read this few lines and recognized your unappealing character, until the game got boring, as it always does when you were involved.

You decided to get a long, hot shower to please your body and after that you checked the cuts on your wrist, they weren’t very deep, it would just take a few days for them to heal, they probably wouldn’t even leave scars. Good. You hated the scars on your wrist, where too many people could see them, there were a lot more scars above your elbow and on your tights because hiding them there was a lot easier. You just cut on your wrist when you didn’t really think about what you did. When you just urged to feel your body, when your mind completely shuts down.

You put on your favourite hoodie and some jogging pants and thought about checking your tumblr inbox. No. You just promised yourself not to do this again, maybe you should just delete that app from your mobile phone. But you couldn’t get yourself to do it, not yet, so you just went to your phone settings and switched off the tumblr-notifications. You don’t want to hear anything of that guy anymore, you thought.

Mishas POV

As I woke up in the morning I wasn’t as tired as I thought I would be, I looked at the time and jumped out of my bed shocked. Shit. It was nearly 10, filming started at quarter to 10. I put on a pair of comfortable jeans and a simple T-shirt, then I rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth while fixing my messy hair. Why wasn’t there any alarm? Oh, my mobile was still off because of the lack of battery. Shit. In my car I plugged in the portable charger and instantly messages came in. I quickly looked at it and hoped for a message of the tumblr-girl from the night before but as I unlocked the screen there were just seven texts and two missed calls from Jensen.

Morning, I’m going a bit earlier today, want me to pick you up? -Jensen

I’m leaving in 10, if you want me to pick you up, tell me. –Jensen

Okay, I’m leaving now. I guess I’ll see you on set in 30 minutes. – J

Where are you, buddy? Late night yesterday? ;)

Hey Misha, where are you? They are looking for you, shooting starts in 20

Mish, where are you? Forgot your job, huh?

Misha?

I shook my head. Shit. They are gonna hate me. I quickly wrote a text to Jensen

Hey buddy, I overslept, I’m sorry will be there asap – Misha

I got on set just 20 minutes later, although everyone was ready and waiting for me, I was a bit embarrassed and tried to get ready very quickly so we could start filming. When I sat down at the make-up table, Sarah, the make-up artist looked at me shocked. “Is something wrong?” I asked her confused. She stared at me and pointed at my eyes “Did you stayed up the whole night?” she asked blankly. I looked at me in the mirror and recognized the dark shadows below my eyes. “I’m sorry.” I said “but you can fix this, can’t you?” I replied with a little smile. She sighed “It will be a lot of work, but I think I can.” I nodded and let her start applying loads of make-up to my face.

I was tired the whole day, every now and then my mind went off to the tumblr-girl which hasn’t responded since last night. I was messing up constantly and at some point Jensen talked to the director to get some time for a break. Then he came back and looked at me “Everything okay, buddy?” he asked and I nodded instantly “It’s just because you are absent the whole time, what’s going on?” he kept going. I sighed quietly, not sure if I should tell him about the situation going on but then you nodded “See, I was on tumblr yesterday-“ – “What?” he stared at my perplexed “You were on tumblr? What did you do, read fanfictions about us?” he laughed, but as he saw my concerned face he got serious again and just said “go on.”

“Yeah, I just like to see what people are doing to each other, there are incredible supporting and helpful people out there. I really love to see how they are a family just as we are.” I smiled but then I got back to the subject “but yesterday I met this girl on tumblr, she sounded really desperate and more or less asked the community for support.” I looked at him and he nodded slowly and I kept going. “I- I don’t know, there was nobody responding so I just shot her a message with some nice lines, you know. I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.” I looked at my feet “She responded somewhere in the middle of the night, I was still awake, maybe because I was a bit worried about her, she sounded desperate, like she had nobody to talk, we wrote a short time, maybe two or three messages and then my phone battery went out, I had to look for my charger but didn’t find it so some minutes passed and when I finally sent her a message from my laptop she didn’t respond. I heard nothing from her since then. I- I’m just worried, Jensen.” I finished.

Jensen nodded again and gave me a gentle hug. “I understand.” He smiled “You are simply too precious for this world, buddy, but I understand. I hope she is responding soon, maybe she is just as tired as you are and overslept as well, or she needs just a little time, I’m sure she is okay.” He patted my shoulder and I gave him a weak smile. “I hope so.” I said “Okay, let’s get back to work and wrap the thing for today.”

Your POV

Since you had your day off every Friday you had no duties to do today, you just stayed at home and listened to some music, did your laundry, tried to keep yourself busy. But you couldn’t forget about this guy. Every now and then you started crying, your head felt like it would burst any second and you just couldn’t anymore. You thought a long time about killing yourself, you wouldn’t be a burden for anybody anymore, but you couldn’t get yourself to do it. Instead you took a pill against your headache and grabbed the bottle of white wine from the fridge. Of course you knew that medication and alcohol weren’t a good combination, but who cares, if you die you die. At least it would be over then. So you sipped at the bottle turned on the TV and started watching Supernatural, again.

Short time later the warm feeling of the alcohol in your blood helped you to relax a bit, you got more emotional and you started crying at some points of the TV-show. You really loved the characters, you loved the connection between the brothers and between Dean and Cass, how they did everything for another and you were sad that you had no friend, no family, to rely on just as they do.

When your thoughts beat you up again and you forced yourself to breathe slowly, when you tried to calm yourself down you took your mobile and opened the tumblr app without thinking. Your eyes focussed immediately on the little symbol above the inbox-sign. Two new messages. You were shivering as you opened your inbox and the chat with oldbonesgoingdown, you read the message, which arrived maybe half an hour after your message yesterday, when you were too freaked out to watch your phone.

“Don’t think like that, Y/N. I don’t know you that well (now), but I think you are an interesting person, you seem like there are a lot of interesting things to know about you and I would like to get to know them all.

Oh my dear, I hope you are better now, I feel with you, I know this feeling when your head puts up some cruel ideas and you can’t do anything but believing it, I really know it, but it will pass, at least for a while. And remember, I am here, girl, I am.

Love, oldbonesgoingdown

PS.: And I don’t think Y/N is an normal, boring name, like you said, I think it sounds very light, adorable and lovely, I don’t know anybody who is called Y/N. I really like the sound of it.

You had to read the message multiple times, tears rushing down your face, struggling for air, but then a soft smile reached your face. When you scrolled down to the second message, also from oldbonesgoingdown the smile vanished as fast as it appeared.

Hey Y/N,

I haven’t heard from you all day, so I decided to ask once again if you are okay. I hope I said nothing that could have intimidated you, if I did, I’m so sorry. I just need to know how you are doing.

Please, just shoot me a short message.

Love, oldbonesgoingdown

Ps. If I said something that annoyed you, or if you just want me to stop messaging, just say it, I don’t want to force you to anything, I just care about you.

There once was a person who cared and you managed to disappoint him in under a day, you aren’t worth getting the care of a person as nice as this guy seemed. In spite of you knowing you weren’t worth his attention you wrote a short message, to tell him you were still alive, because you couldn’t do the favour to the world and kill yourself.

Hey stranger – I still just know your tumblr-id?

I’m alive is maybe the best I can say after today. I’m far from alright although I’m drunk and crying while watching the boys kill monsters, but your message gave me a smile. I didn’t want to make you wait for my complaints and for sure I didn’t want to make you worry.

I know (no, I don’t understand it, but you told me) you care about me and you want to hear things about me and for the moment you know some things about me (My name is Y/N, I’m good at disappointing people, getting myself into trouble and being a burden for others and I’m a huge SPN fan as I’m in the family) but I just want to know some things about you, at least I name, please.

And of course I don’t want you to stop writing, but I know who I am, so if you want me to stop, yeah, just tell me, I guess.

Greetings, Y/N

The fact that you were drunk made you write things you hadn’t told anybody if you were sober, anybody. You wrote as you thought, don’t beat around the bush.

Part 3

#spn #spnfamily #spnfandom #misha x reader #misha collins #misha #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic

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