I write things.

[glitterpeachtree]

The fact that it says "Kendom Salon", and they had to add an extra "o".

[glitterpeachtree]

I love The Notebook so much but it makes me depressed because I feel like I'm never going to meet a man like Noah ever in my life. I can't even find a man who will build me a sandwich, let alone a house.

[whopeach-deactivated20250704]

I found my Noah years ago, he still remains one of the most amazing people I know and the only one I feel comfortable with, but to look at him is to get a sense of the future that could have been built and wasn't, anyway. all the pain of the process, the butterflies that will always exist and the haunting that never goes away, him having the idea that I never loved him is less worse than knowing the truth.

He is the only person I would marry, sleep in my arms and make syrup when I was sick, as much as he hated it, I knew that since I was 16, but there are more layers than that…

[glitterpeachtree]

I literally love this so much. ❤️

[grimandghoulish]

reblog if you remember what it felt like to walk into blockbuster

[glitterpeachtree]

Nothing's more awkward than being in a college class and accidentally opening fanfiction in front of everyone...

[glitterpeachtree]

THE FACT THAT RYAN PERFORMED DEAD MAN'S BONES AT A NURSING HOME

[glitterpeachtree]

I love The Notebook so much but it makes me depressed because I feel like I'm never going to meet a man like Noah ever in my life. I can't even find a man who will build me a sandwich, let alone a house.

[xhartbigx]

Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

[basinke]

I have fics that are more than 20 years old.

[braime-won]

JAIME and BRIENNE WEEK 2023 | DAY 6 ⤷ parallels: blondes comforting blondes in water JAIME x BRIENNE | WEIRD BARBIE x KEN

[glitterpeachtree]

He didn't know you couldn't swim. So when you fell into the pool one day, you almost drowned.

Six jumped in after you as soon as he saw your lifeless body on the bottom of the pool.

Six pulled you out of the water and placed you onto your back. Six put his ear to your chest, but you weren't breathing.

"Damn it." He said angrily. Gently he bent your head back and pinched your nose, gave you two breaths, and started compressions.

Suddenly you woke and coughed up some water, Six patting your back to help you.

"Thank God." He breathed. He was breathing heavily after all the work he did to revive you.

"What the fuck?" You gasped, but it came out all in one word.

"Don't ever do that again." He said sternly. He stood up and reached a hand out to you. "Can you walk?" I stood up, but wobbled a little bit. Six guided you inside, and put a towel over you.

"You think you need an ambulance?" He asked. I shook my head. He placed a towel over his shoulders, over his wet clothes.

"You sure?" He said looking into my eyes.

"I'm fine." I was humiliated.

"Go get changed." He said as he dried his hair with his towel.

[glitterpeachtree]

How have I never seen this?!

[glitterpeachtree]

Fuck mania.

[spider-mann]

Ryan Gosling

attends Milan Fashion Week, Spring Summer 2024 Gucci Fashion Show

[glitterpeachtree]

My husband looking sublime again.

[glitterpeachtree]

Hurt/Comfort, mentions of depression

It was around 1 pm, and you were still in bed. Noah spent all morning doing yardwork.

"You're still in bed?" He popped into the bedroom and went to open a window, he then turned around and leaned against the wall. Arms crossed, he was staring at you. He was concerned.

Too tired to talk, I nodded. Noah walked to my bed and sat down next to me. "You sick?" He felt my forehead with the back of his hand. I turned away from him. "What's wrong with you?" I could feel him looking at me from behind.

"I don't know." I said under my breath. "I just feel...sad."

Noah touched the side of my face and brushed the hair out of my eyes. He leaned into focus. He was trying to make eye contact with me. "How about we sit on the sofa for a bit? You don't even have to do anything. We could just sit."

I could hear the worry in his voice. He's only seen me like this one other time, and that was because my grandfather died.

Noah took my elbow and led me to the living room. He sat next to me quietly as I was in a trance-like state.

"I'm hungry. Which means you're probably hungry too. I'll be right back." Noah got up and left for a couple minutes, when he came back he had a slice of toast and a glass of orange juice.

"Eat. I promise you'll feel better." Noah set the plate on the wooden coffee table that he made. He sat in the chair next to me as he ate a BLT he made for himself. I picked up the orange juice, sipped from it, and had a few bites of toast.

"Is that all you're gonna eat?" He gestured to my plate. I nodded. He took both our plates to the kitchen.

"Hey, Noah?" I said once he came back. He looked straight at me, you could tell that he was relieved that you talking. "Can you read to me?" I asked him.

Noah smiled and picked up Leaves of Grass and began reading. His voice was so soothing you eventually fell asleep.

[glitterpeachtree]

You were stabbed by Lloyd. You were laying on the ground basically unconscious. Six ran up to you and felt for a pulse. He then listened to make sure your airways were clear. In doing so he lifted your chin up to ease your breathing.

"(Y/N)? (Y/n)? You with me?" You fluttered your eyes going in and out of consciousness. Next he lifted your shirt to see your stab wound. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around your waist, tying it to stop the bleeding. You had already lost a lot of blood. You were white, and shaky. Court pressed on your wound with one hand as he took your pulse again with the other. You winced, making a moaning sound.

"Sorry. Gotta stop the bleeding. Try to stay awake. Look at me." I kept blinking my eyes I was very light headed. A couple of minutes later he lifted me in his arms and put me in a truck. Court leaned my seat all the way back and elevated my legs on the dash. I was in shock. Court zoomed through town.

Finally he lifted me into a small closed clinic. Only one nurse was there, she was a part of Fitzroy's network.

He rushed me inside, "She's lost a lot of blood." Courtland laid me on a bed.

The nurse noticed how pale I was. "She's need a hospital. Im just a nurse." The nurse said.

"That's okay. I know field medicine. Just get two units of O neg, IV tubing, and saline. Also a suture kit, and lidocaine." He said quickly. He gently took off the jacket that was holding your wounds together.

"Hurts." I slurred.

"It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna stitch it up okay? Try to relax." Court brushed the side of my face with his hand. The nurse came back with supplies.

"Can you set up the blood infusion? Hand me the clorahexidine and lidocaine." I could hear Court washing his hands, and putting gloves on. He poured the clorahexidine in my wound. I winced at how cold it felt. Next he inserted the needle. That hurt a bit. I flinched.

"Deep breath. It'll be numb in a second. Just keep breathing." He waited a couple minutes, then I heard a metal clank. He was now suturing my incision. I don't remember much from this. I lost consciousness. But next thing I knew, I had a big bandage across my waist. I also had an IV going in my arm. A blood transfusion. Court placed me in the car, and the nurse put a bunch of medical items in the back. I was so cold, I started shivering. The unamed nurse put a scratchy blanket over me.

"Good luck Mr. Gentry." The nurse said.

"Thanks." Court said.

.....

I slept for most of the ride. I kept feeling Courtland holding my wrist for a couple seconds to make sure I still had a pulse. When I came to, I woke up in a small bedroom, and IV in my arm. It was being held up by a coat rack. I started coughing a little bit.

Courtland came into view, and held a glass of water to my mouth. "Easy. Take it slow." He set the glass down next to me. I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open. "The morphine is probably making you drowsy. Just rest." He softly squeezed my hand.

......

The next day I felt a bit more awake. I was awake for couple minutes before Court checked on me.

"Oh. You're awake. How are you feeling? You're due for another dose of morphine." Court said. He crouched so that he was in your field of vision.

"I feel kind of floaty?" My voice came out rough and quiet.

"Probably blood sugar. I got apple juice." Court turned around and offered orange juice. I took a couple of sips with his help, I was still kind of shaky.

"You need morphine?" Court asked.

"No." I simply said.

"You're not in pain?" He questioned.

"I am. Don't want to get addicted." I said as I rested my eyes. My brother had a drug problem and it scared me to death to end up like him.

"You're not gonna get addicted if you need it." He ignored my request and took the syringe, plunging it into the vial and then pulled back on the stopper to the correct dosage. He then injected it into your IV. I was too tired to argue.

"Let's look at the damage." Court gestured to my wound. He then went into the bathroom and washed his hands, and collected chlorhexidine and a new bandage.

He started to peel away the old bandage. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Safe house." He simply said he was inspecting my wound, making sure the stitches were still intact, and that there was no sign of infection.

"What are you, a doctor?" I asked.

He looked up at me and said, "Not exactly. I was taught battlefield medicine." He started pouring and dabbing away with antiseptic.

"Ow." I winced.

"Sorry." He mumbled. He waited a minute for the antiseptic to dry, and then he applied a clean new bandage. I shortly fell asleep from the morphine as Court checked on me every half hour.

[glitterpeachtree]

Sierra Six x Reader

*Claire doesn't exist. You were kidnapped. Its Six's job to rescue you, and keep you safe.

Six was driving, and you were in the passenger's seat. He had just saved you from a kidnapping. "You hurt or anything?" Court asked. He kept glancing at you worryingly. I shook my head. "There's a safe house about two hours from here." He said as he drove.

.......

Once we got to the safe house, Court was getting increasingly worried. You had just been through a traumatic ordeal, and you kept quiet. You felt numb.

"You okay?" He asked again. I nodded my head. I sat on the ugly yellow sofa. This house hasn't been updated since the 70's. There was brown paneling on the walls, and this creepy cuckoo clock, that was broken on the wall. "I'm just gonna run to the store really quick, get some essentials. I don't want you going outside or answering the door while I'm gone, okay?"

"Okay." I mumbled. Court left for about 30 minutes. The store was pretty close, and he didn't need to be out for too long anyway. I didn't leave the couch the entire time he was gone, in fact, it didn't really even feel like 30 minutes had gone by. It was like I was in a trance or something, I couldn't snap out of it.

You heard Courtland unlocking the door he came in with a couple of bags of groceries. "You haven't moved." He was surprised. After he put the groceries away, he came into the living room and placed a glass of water in front of you on the coffee table.

"Drink." He gestured to the glass as he sat in an armchair next to you. He had his own glass, drinking from it. I picked up the cup and sipped from it. "I'm worried about you." Court interjected. I flicked my eyes up from the cup.

"I'm fine." He was leaned back in his chair, and drummed his fingers on his knee. He studied you for a second, then got up to check the grounds.

......

Around 2 am you had a nightmare. Although it was more like a night terror. You woke up screaming, and Court had to snap you out of it.

Courtland burst into your room, you were sitting upright. He had his gun pointed down, but once he realized there was no real threat he placed his gun on the dresser across from the bed. He sat on the side of your bed and faced you, grabbing your arms.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N). Easy. Easy. You're safe. Look at me. It's okay." Court moved his hands down, holding your wrists. You had stopped screaming but your breathing was laboured, coming in fast gasps.

"Just breathe. Just breathe." Court could feel your fast pulse through his fingertips. He was worried that you were going to pass out. You unhooked your hands from his, and scooted away from him on the bed. You put your knees up to your chest and bury your face in your arms.

"You're gonna pass out... Take some deep breaths." It takes a couple minutes, but your breathing finally evened out. Court sat there the entire time. He didn't want you to be alone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." I said shakily.

"It's fine. Want some Skittles?" Court asked. I nodded. He walked to the kitchen, and came back with Skittles in a bowl. He set them on the bed, put his gun away, came back and sat next to you on the bed.

The both of us sat in silence, and ate Skittles until I finally got too tired.

"You should go to sleep." Court said.

"Okay. But leave the Skittles." Court laughed.

[mrsducky]

Are you okay? Yeah.

THE NICE GUYS (2016) dir. Shane Black

[frecklystars]

AGONY