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Behind The Scenes Pt. 19

Summary: The reader is Jensen’s girlfriend (fiancé) and also a cast member of the show. Discover their journey to parent hood and marriage as they go.

Author: deanwinchester-af

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 1.8k+

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

A/N: One part before it’s hiatus for this series…  Please, check this announcement. Hope y’all like this, feedback is appreciated it.

THANKS FOR READING, ENJOY ♥

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“I’m not leaving you alone, Y/N!” Jensen shouted.

You burst into laughter when Jensen messed up his line by saying your name. He hid himself from the camera by resting his head on your shoulder. His lips touching your neck as he laughed. Your dark curls covering his face.

“Don’t you dare to leave me alone, Jay!” You shouted with an over dramatic tone.

Everyone around you were laughing their ass off. It wasn’t any day when Jensen messed up genuinely. Usually it was just to make you laugh in the middle of a scene. Today was an exception, Jensen was messing up his lines. He step back after kissing your neck softly and getting back into his mark.

“And… Action!” Bob shouted.

You breathed in, waiting for Jensen to storm into the room with his Dean’s frustrated scowl. Jensen slammed the door open, making your character step up from the bed quickly. Jensen give you his best Dean’s hurt eyes. You sighed, acting sad because Katherine already know Dean’s knows.

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Jensen’s youngest sister is going through a tough time with depression and Jensen is determined to help her. This fic features many things that may cause triggers. There will be trigger warnings at the beginning of every part; the two biggest are depression & suicidal thoughts/actions. Graphic made by the amazing @starswirlblitz

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Epilogue

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Why "doing something relaxing” does not help your anxiety

A lot of the time when people give advice intended to relieve anxiety, they suggest doing “relaxing” things like drawing, painting, knitting, taking a bubble bath, coloring in one of those zen coloring books, or watching glitter settle to the bottom of a jar.

This advice is always well-intentioned, and I’m not here to diss people who either give it or who benefit from it. But it has never, ever done shit for me, and this is because it goes about resolving anxiety in the completely wrong way.  

THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO when suffering from anxiety is to do a “relaxing” thing that just enables your mind to dwell and obsess more on the thing that’s bothering you. You need to ESCAPE from the dwelling and the obsession in order to experience relief.

You can drive to a quiet farm, drive to the beach, drive to a park, or anywhere else, but as someone who has tried it all many, many times, trust me–it’s a waste of gas. You will just end up still sad and stressed, only with sand on your butt. You can’t physically escape your sadness. Your sadness is inside of you. To escape, you need to give your brain something to play with for a while until you can approach the issue with a healthier frame of mind. 

People who have anxiety do not need more time to contemplate, because we will use it to contemplate how much we suck.

In fact, you could say that’s what anxiety is–hyper-contemplating. When we let our minds run free, they run straight into the thorn bushes. Our minds are already running, and they need to be controlled. They need to be given something to do, or they’ll destroy everything, just like an overactive husky dog ripping up all the furniture. 

Therefore, I present to you: 

THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO WHEN ANXIOUS

–Go on a walk

–Watch a sunset, watch fish in an aquarium, watch glitter, etc.

–Go anywhere where the main activity is sitting and watching

–Draw, color, do anything that occupies the hands and not the mind

–Do yoga, jog, go fishing, or anything that lets you mentally drift 

–Do literally ANYTHING that gives you great amounts of mental space to obsess and dwell on things.

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO WHEN ANXIOUS:

–Do a crossword puzzle, Sudoku, or any other mind teaser game. Crosswords are the best.

–Write something. It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece. Write the Top 10 Best Restaurants in My City. Rank celebrities according to Best Smile. Write some dumb Legolas fanfiction and rip it up when you’re done. It’s not for publication, it’s a relief exercise that only you will see. 

–Read something, watch TV, or watch a movie–as long as it’s engrossing. Don’t watch anything which you can run as background noise (like, off the top of my head, Say Yes to The Dress.) As weird as it seems, American Horror Story actually helps me a lot, because it sucks me in. 

–Masturbate. Yes, I’m serious. Your mind has to concentrate on the mini-movie it’s running. It can’t run Sexy Titillating Things and All The Things That are Bothering Me at the same time. (…I hope. If it can, then…ignore this one.) 

–Do math problems—literally, google “algebra problems worksheet” and solve them. If you haven’t done math since 7th grade this will really help you. I don’t mean with math, I mean with the anxiety. 

–Play a game or a sport with someone that requires great mental concentration. Working with 5 people to get a ball over a net is a challenge which will require your brain to turn off the Sadness Channel. 

–Play a video game, as long as it’s not something like candy crush or Tetris that’s mindless. 

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO DURING PANIC ATTACKS ESPECIALLY:

–List the capitals of all the U.S. states

–List the capitals of all the European countries

–List all the shapes you can see. Or all the colors. 

–List all the blonde celebrities you can think of.

–Pull up a random block of text and count all the As in it, or Es or whatever.  

Now obviously, I am not a doctor. I am just an anxious person who has tried almost everything to help myself.  I’ve finally realized that the stuff people recommend never works because this is a disorder that thrives on free time and free mental space. When I do the stuff I listed above, I can breathe again. And I hope it helps someone here too. 

(Now this shouldn’t have to be said but if the “do nots” work for you then by all means do them. They’ve just never worked for me.)

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Safe- JJ Maybank

Summary- After a long day JJ seeks comfort in you once he realizes he can't sleep by himself.

Word count: 792

Warning: mentions of mental and physical abuse. Tears :(

5:  “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

35: “Did you seriously just climb through my window?”

96: Here, take my blanket.”

Y/n/n: your nickname

Y/n: your name

Your eyes flew open at the sound of your window lock popping open, a thumping sound echoed. Grabbing the closest thing you could grab, your hands clutched your bedside table lamp, ready to hit the intruder.

"Y/n! Y/n, it's me!" A familiar voice spoke. You furrowed your eyebrows together. Flicking the light on, your heart dropped at the sight of JJ Maybank. "Did you seriously just climb through my window? On the second floor?"

Placing your light back on the table, you walked towards the boy who had his head hung low. Walking up to him, you gently held the bottom of his chin, making you look at him. Your mouth slightly falling open at the sight of a gash above his eyebrow.

"He did this, didn't he?" You questioned, already knowing how his father had a past of being abusive to the boy. He didn't speak, nodding his head. "I can't sleep, can I stay here?" He quickly asked, obviously scared to go back home.

"Yeah, yeah of course. Come on let's get you cleaned up." You held his hand in yours, leading him to your bathroom. He sat on the ledge of the tub, watching you dip a face rag in warm, soapy water.

A soft sob erupted from JJ's mouth, making you turn your head to look at him to see his hands hiding his face. You got on your knees in front of him, holding both of his shoulders.

"Hey, hey JJ I'm right here. You're safe, he can't hurt you." You mumbled, pulling him into your chest. "He didn't- didn't stop throwing insult after insult. Every god damn day is insults and fighting." You squeezed your eyes shut as you held him close to you.

You whispered soft, supporting words, rocking back and forth trying to calm him down. "It's okay, I got you." You whispered, pressing a kiss to his for forehead. "You make me feel safe." He whispered, sniffing. You didn't let go until you the felt hot tears on your chest disappear.

Pulling away, you held his chin again, "I'm sorry if this hurts." You apologized quickly. You gently swiped the rag across his wound, washing off dried blood and anything else.

He took in small details as you cleaned his wound. How dialated your pupils were as you focused on him. How your eyelashes just barely touched the bottom of your eyebrow. He never noticed just how beautiful your eyes were. He couldn't help but softly grin at how your to tongue was ever so slightly sticking out.

He flinched, flinging his body away from your hand. "I know, I know, I'm sorry." After you cleaned his cut, you washed the rest of his face, letting him melt into your touch.

Grabbing a special cream for cuts, you gently dabbed a splotch on, watching his face contort in pain at the stinging sensation. Unwrapping a pokemon band aid, you lifted it up, only to have him push your hand back down to inspect the band aid. "Fuck yeah, it's Charmander." He laughed, breaking the glum feeling in the room.

"Perfect match for you, Maybank." You grinned, sealing the band aid down on his cut. "And there you go. Good as new." JJ jumped up from his spot, wrapping you in a tight hug. His arms found their way around your neck, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"You know you're always welcomed here." You mumbled into his chest, earning a kiss on your head. "Let's try to get some rest." He released you a you led him back to your bed.

You took your spot closest to the wall, patting the seat next to you for JJ to join. He climbed in next to you, his arm resting underneath your head as he pulled you close to him.

Your arm rested on his chest, drawing soft shapes on his shirt knowing that was something that calmed him down when he needs it. His body shuttered, reaching over you to close the window he unlocked. "Here, take my blanket."

You passed him the blanket that was pooled at your feet. Pulling the blanket up, you covered both your bodies. "You make me warmer than that." He mumbled, intertwining his legs with yours.

You tilted your head up to see him looking down at you with a smile. "You're the best y/n/n." You pressed a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, snuggling your face onto his chest. You watched as his eyelids fluttered shut, hearing the shallow breaths coming out of his mouth. JJ was finally able to sleep, feeling safe and secure knowing you were in his arms now, and you were gonna be in his arms when he's awake.

You rested your ear on his pectoral, listening to the soothing beat of his heart. Grinning to yourself, you whispered, "goodnight JJ." Before allowing yourself to fall asleep in the arms of JJ Maybank.

fix you | p.p

summary: after fighting mysterio, peter comes back to you in need of a little fixing up; both physically and mentally. stark!reader.

wc: a short, sweet, little bit teary-eyed 900

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when your phone rang and you saw peters name pop up along with his contact picture, you didn’t even hesitate to grab your phone as quick as you could, scaring sam in the process as you threw down your uno cards.

“hello?”

“hey, uh… can i get a ride?”

his voice was shaky, his breathing quick, and with no more than thirty seconds into the phone call, you could tell that something was wrong. the way that your stomach twisted with every word that left his mouth just confirmed your thoughts. 

“where are you? i’ll come get you.” 

at this point, you were looking at happy, who was already going to get the jet ready for takeoff. 

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