#and is now fully unplugged from everything. left the movie. man is Sleeping

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the never stop blowing up vhs is where cute twinks go to get harmed

[peaxhcringe]

Daichi, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi with an S/O on their period

Characters: Daichi, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of blood

A/N: This is my very first headcanon so I apologize if it’s shitty. I only started off with 3, but I will start adding more for each hc. My request are finally open so if you’d like to request you may but please take a look at my rules before you do. Enjoy!!!

P.S- Thank you to my friend @deppressedbrunette for giving me ideas for Oikawa’s and proof reading this. I love you bby 💕

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- This man without fail will always know when you start

- When you first wake up to cramps and notice you had started he’s already at your door with a bag full of snacks

- This man has pads and tampons STOCKED up in his bathroom just for you

- Not embarrassed to go get you pads or tampons if you need any

                                                           •••••

Your morning started off ‘great’ your once clear white sheets were now red, and your lower stomach was serve pain. The sun was just rising as you woke up, your eyes glancing towards the alarm clock that sat on your table. The bright red numbers blinking at 5:40 am, made your roll your eyes. You had to get up for school in less than 2 hours and your uterus felt as if it was being ripped apart.

Letting out a groan you rolled over onto your side, grabbing one of the multiple pillows that you had on your bed and pulled it to your body, holding it tightly trying to soothe your cramps. You knew in the back of your mind your should get up and clean yourself up, but your legs felt so heavy. You let your eyes fall closed, sleep slowly creeping up on you, until a soft ding filled your ears...followed by another then another.

After a couple minutes of not looking at the messages you reluctantly reached you hand over to your phone, unplugging it, before bringing it to your face. The bright light of your phone screen shone in your eyes as you opened them, seeing a couple texts from Daichi.

Dadichi✨

Hey baby you up?

I’ll be at your place soon with some pills and snacks

I’ll see you soon ❤️

A smile crossed you face as your read the texts, just as you began to type back a response you hear a soft knock on your bedroom door. You lift your self up on your elbows as you let out a soft “come in” to the person on the other side.

You watch as the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, a yellow bag hanging from his wrist and a sympathetic look on his face as he notices your hunched up form. You close you eyes once again and shove you face back into the pillow, the scent of the detergent filling your nose.

“Hey baby” He says softly, the door closing with a soft click behind him

The sun now rose rather fully, the soft morning light now shinning into the room give your form an angelic glow. Daichi made his way to you, setting the bag softly on your bedside table.

You groaned in response letting your face dig further into the pillow that you still held tightly to your chest. A soft chuckle filled your ears, before the pillow was softly pulled away from you, a hand placing itself on you shoulder pushing you onto your back. Opening your eyes again you see a soft smile on his as he stand next to your bed.

“Come on, go get changed. I’ll wait for you” He says softly

You groan as you reluctantly lift your body up, Daichi’s hand resting on the back of shoulder to help push you up. Pulling yourself out of bed, your feet touch the soft carpeted floor of your room, the instant coolness of air conditioned room sending goosebumps across your skin. You watch as he walks to your dresser pulling out a pair of shorts and underwear, your cheeks blushing a bright shade of red as he comes back to you. Although he’s has seen you naked and your underwear multiple times it never fails to embarrass you.

After taking your clothes from him and changing you make your way back into your room only to be met with the sight of your bed sheets changed, and Daichi texting someone on his phone. Your shoulders relaxed as you close your door and walk over to your boyfriend. He lowers his phone and throws it onto the bed, before turning around and holding out a glass of water and 2 pills

“Here take these before you lay down”

You swallow the pills, only for your face to scrunch up as a bitter taste fills your mouth. He chuckles as you basically chug the rest of the water trying to get rid of the taste. Setting the glass down onto your bedside table, you watch as he gets onto your bed and laying down on his back, giving you just enough room to cuddle up next to him. You smile at him, before crawling onto the bed and spotting underneath Daichi’s raised arm, your head resting against his chest as he lowers his arm to lay around your back.

Closing you eyes you take a deep breath, taking in his apple shampoo and a hint of his cologne. You smile against his chest, his heat beating in your ear as your cramps begin to lessen.

“Thank you” you mumbled, letting your face dig further into his Karasuno jacket

“You don’t have to thank me baby” he says, pulling your body closer to him, letting one of your legs tangle in with his

There’s a moment of silence as you both lay there just enjoying each others company, until it’s rudely interrupted by your blaring alarm. Your body instinctively shooting out of his grip, and placing a hand on your chest as your eyes widen

“You’re going to miss morning practice” You say, nudging him lightly as he began to drift off

He opens one eye, before smiling at you and pulling you back down against him.

“I texted the guys telling them I won’t be there this morning” He says, as he rolls over onto his side, letting his other arm draped over your side “I left Ennoshita in charge, so they should be okay”

You chuckle into his chest, as you snuggle closer, your legs tangle together as you pull the large duvet over the both of you. The warmth of the blanket adding to the the already comfortable position. You both end up falling asleep next to each other, your heart beats syncing as you drift off.

- He’s VERY aware of your mood swings (you may have yelled at him a couple times) ((more like all day))

- Instead of using an ACUTAL heating pad like Iwaizumi this man instead LAYS on you

- Like his full body weight and everything

- He will just plop down on you and lay there

- “Do you feel better yet babe?”

- In which you deadpan and reply “Thanks, but no❤️”

- Honestly I think he’d be more clingy than you when isn’t he though

                                                          •••••

Thankfully it was the weekend. Both you and Oikawa were having a movie night over at his place as a sort of celebration for winning against Karusuno in the prelims. Although you both invited Iwaizumi to join you both, he only ended up staying for about an hour, before he had left.

You both were laying on his bed, his body against the headboard and your head against his shoulder. He had his laptop placed in the middle of the bed between you, and a small bowl of popcorn next to it. Since the night began you had watched a total of 3 movies out of the plethora of titles Oikawa had. The movies ranged from sic-fi to horror and even a few rom-coms which he was very embarrassed about

Through the night your cramps were slowly getting worse, even though you had taken some pain medication before you came over. In the middle of the 4th movie you had begun to get restless, trying to find a comfortable spot to soothe your cramps.

“I’m sorry” You mumble, after finally stilling your movements

Your were laying against Oikawa, your head resting on his chest, one of your legs tangled with his, and an arm wrapped around his stomach. His arm lowered down against your back, his hand resting on the side of your body.

“Cramps?” He asks simply, his head tilting down towards yours

You don’t move to look at him, as you respond with a simple nod. A soft chuckle rumbles through his throat, before his hand softly pats my shoulder

“Don’t laugh at me” You pout, lifting your head up from his chest “I’m in pain” You continue , letting your head fall back onto his chest

His hand falls from your shoulder before letting itself rest against the small of your back, rubbing it lightly as you cuddle against him more if it was even possible

The movie plays in the background, drowning out the soft groaning that falls from your mouth every now and then.

“Do you need anything?” Oikawa asks, bringing his other hand up, pushing a few strands of hair out of your face

“I could really use a heating pad right about now” You say with a laugh, as you lean into his touch

Without warning you feel Oikawa’s hands on your waist, carefully lifting you and laying you down on the bed. Your back hitting the soft bed carefully. Your eyebrows raise as you watch him crawl in between your legs and hover above you. His brown hair falls in his face, as his hands place themselves on the side of your body. Wordlessly he lays himself down on top of you letting his arms wrap around your mid-section. The smell of his cologne with a tinge of sweat wafts into your nose as his head rests directly in between your breast, his warm breath sending a sharp chill down your body.

“Babe” You laugh, your hand rest on his back as he moves himself closer to you “What are you doing?”

“Do you feel better yet?” He mumbles into your chest, his words vibrating against you

You look down towards him, one of your hands moving to his hair, your fingers lightly brushing at the deep brown strands. A smile crosses your face as his head tilts up to you, an eyebrow raised and a soft gaze in his brown eyes.

“Babe, I love you, but no” You say, watching his face a drop slightly “Thank you for the effort though”

Your fingers continues to run through the soft strands, before he begins to shift on you, moving to get off. As he body leaves yours, you quickly move both your hands to shoulder and push him back down

“Don’t leave” You say as he laughs “You’re warm”

His hands find their way back around you, and his head lays against your chest again, a smile staying on his face.

“So I was helping” He says, happily, only for you to bring your hand to his forehead and flick him “Hey!” He yells, his head lifting back up to see you laughing

“Just lay back down” You laugh, placing your hand on his head and letting it rest against you once more

There’s a moment of a silence as you both just lay their enjoying each other’s company. Your fingertips brushing through his hair while he slowly begins to fall asleep against you. When you finally look down at him you notice his eyes closed, his long lashes falling softly against his cheeks, as he takes in the scent of your clothes. With a smile on your face you carefully lean over, shutting the laptop off, before finally get comfortable underarm him, sleep following not long behind you.

- He’s lowkey embarrassed to buy you pads or tampons

- If you start at school he will def give you his jacket to cover up

- This man would even have an extra skirt or pair of underwear for you at school

- He is ✨prepared✨

- He’d use an ACUTAL heating pad

- Will almost ALWAYS have anything you need

                                                       •••••

You were sitting in your homeroom class, rewriting some notes for an upcoming test in your next class when you moved to get more comfortable in your chair only to feel a surge of warmth in between your legs. Your eyes widened as your body froze, praying to yourself that you didn’t start. You moved around a bit more, before you could feel a rather painful cramp shoot through you.

A hand instantly shot down your lower stomach, pressing lightly to try and soothe it. Your eyes scanned the room to see the teacher looking down at their desk, letting you pick up your phone from your bag to text your boyfriend.

                                                                                                          Iwa 😩

Iwa ❤️

What’s up? You never text me in class

Oh wait

Did you start?

                                                                                                       Yeah 🥺

                                                                      Can you meet me after class?

Iwa❤️

Of course I can

                                                                                 Thank you so much 🥺

                                                                                                  I love you❤️

Iwa❤️

Love you too

The rest of home room felt as if it would never end, the bell feeling as if it would never ring, so when the sweet sound finally filled your ears you let a sigh of relief. You quickly began to pack up your supplies, the uncomfortable wetness that was between your thighs making you feel dirty.

“Y/n” A voice says, following heavy footsteps

You turn your head to see Iwaizumi walking to your desk, his volleyball bag hanging from his shoulders and his jacket in his hands. Your shoulders relaxed as you saw him, your hands closing your bag quickly before standing up out of your chair. Turning to face him, he holds out his jacket, letting your wrap it around your waist to hide any stains that might be showing.

“Thank you” You say quickly, taking his hand in yours as you both being to walk out of the classroom

You walk silently down the hallway, hand in hand, as you try to make your way to the bathroom before next period begins. Your steps echo along the walls, Iwaizumi’s jackets

loosening from your waist making you stop every word and then to tighten it back up. A sigh of relief leaves your mouth and finally make it the bathroom, Iwaizumi handing you his bag before you rush into the bathroom.

Iwaizumi always had stuff prepared for you in case you had started your period in school or if it leaked. He always had a spare skirt and underwear for you and even had pads or tampons for you to use. You knew he mostly likely got made of fun by the other boys on the team for having those things in his locker and bag, but it didn’t matter to him much as long as you okay.

After changing you come out of the bathroom to see him leaning against the wall, his arms crossed across his chest.

“Thank you again” You say, handing his bag and jacket

“Don’t thank me Y/n” He says with a smile, taking the bag from your hand, but leaving his jacket “Keep the jacket in case you need you it again”

You pull the jacket away and pull it to your chest, before smiling at him

“Oh, okay, well I’ll see at lunch then” You say standing on your tiptoes and placing a soft kiss to his lips

“Bye” You wave, as your feet fall to the floor, before you turn around and rush to your next class before the bell rang

[anythingandeverything1d]

Back for you

Your pov:

You heard the sheets ruffle, the bed shifting as his weight was removed. You heard him unplug his phone, brush his teeth, flush the toilet, and wash his hands. A tear slipped down your cheek and into the pillow. You knew what was next. You heard him sigh and make his way over to your side of the bed, kneeling on the floor. You blinked through the tears, his green eyes focused on you with a frown. He pressed a kiss to your nose, tears falling from his eyes as well. “Bye babe, I love you.” he whispers. He kisses your lips softly and then stands up. You hear him grab his bags, the door open and then shut, and then you hear nothing but silence and the sound of you sniffling through tears.

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Harry’s pov:

“Well hello beautiful people!” Harry yells into the mic. “How are you all doing?!” He walks around stage, his Gucci suit neatly pressed, his hair pushed back and a smile on his face. He looks out into the crowd, his attention captured by a two people in the front row. He watches a man with who he assumes is his girlfriend. His arms are around her waist. She of course is screaming and focused on Harry, but he focused on her, her smile, her laugh, and how how happy she is. Harry turns around, looking at the band and taking a minute. It feels as if he’s been shot, his chest hurts, and his heart is beating harder than it ever has, and the only thing he can think of is (y/n). He closes his eyes and pictures her, her face, her smell, her smile, and her laugh. He opens his eyes and shakes it off, nodding to the band. The music starts for Watermelon Sugar starts playing but when he turns around and looks out into the crowd of people he only sees her. (y/n). Her face is everywhere. He sees her smile in each and every girl in the crowd. Something about it pains him, but something about it also comforts him. 

“Tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening, and it sounds just like a song, I want more berries and that summer feeling, its so wonderful and warm” As he sings he thinks of her. Of the summer days they spent, laying out in the sun, her body on his, his lips on hers. He wants her more than anything. It’s been a month. A month since he woke her up to say goodbye, since he kissed her softly, wiped away her tears, and left her in bed. He FaceTimed her, called, and texted, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as having her body tangled in his, his eyes locked on hers, and her laugh echoing through his ears. “Watermelon Sugar.” Harry finished the song and blinked. He had made it through the song without even a thought about anything but (y/n). He was losing his mind, he was going crazy. He had never felt like this before. Never had such a hard time leaving someone behind. 

He finished the concert and walked off stage in a little bit of a daze. “You okay?” Sarah asked Harry.

“Yeah...” he mumbled. He was tearing through his bag of things, looking for his phone. He searched the couch cushions, the bathroom, the snack table, and still came up empty. His heart was pounding, his body shaking, and his head spinning. He needed to call (y/n). He needed to hear her voice, to see what she was doing, how her day was going. “Has anyone seen my phone?” Harry asked, stress evident in his voice.

“Harry. Calm down.” Clare tried to soothe. “I’m sure it’s on the bus.”

“Yeah, relax Harry.” Mitch walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been a little off today...everything okay?”

“I need my phone.” Harry snapped, his eyes rolling at their remarks. Clearly he was a little off. Clearly he wasn’t okay. He hadn’t gone a minute of the entire show not thinking of (y/n). He couldn’t get her face out of his head. He couldn’t shake the feeling that him being gone all the time was going to ruin what they had together. Harry took off running to the bus, relief flooding his body when he saw his phone laying in his bed. He quickly grabbed it, jumping onto the bed, still dressed in his Gucci suit, still dripping in sweat from his concert. He clicked her contact and then FaceTime button, his heart beating in synch with every ring. He saw connecting on the screen and nearly cried out of relief. Her face came into picture. She was cuddled in bed. In their bed. The light from her screen focused on her face, but everything else was dark. She smiled and it made Harry’s heart flutter. 

“H, what’s wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be doing a show?” Her voice was quiet, covered in sleep and a little bit of concern.

“Yeah. I just finished. But I wanted to call you. To tell you I’m coming back.”

“What?” she sat up a little bit, slightly waking up a little more.

“I’m coming back to you.” he said again, a smile playing on his lips.

Your pov:

Your mind was moving, well trying to move and process what he was saying. It was 4 am and you had been in a deep sleep. “What about tour?” 

“I’m going to fly home this weekend instead of just traveling with the band on the bus and then I’ll fly to where the concert is.” He smiled and a tear fell down his cheek.

You smiled, his face was full of excitement. Sweat glistened off his cheeks and his hair hung in damp sweaty curls. “You’re really coming home?” you were slightly confused and definitely sure you had heard him wrong. He wasn’t supposed to come home for another month or so once his European leg of the tour had ended. 

“I’m really coming home.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I’ve never really had this feeling before but I just can’t seem to get you out of my head. I looked out into the crowd tonight and all I saw was you. I don’t think I’ve ever been so into somebody before. I keep thinking about the way we touch and how that feeling is something I never want to lose. You are someone I never want to lose.” You smiled and watched him, making sure he wasn’t teasing you, but only excitement and love were evident on his face. “I know it’s been hard for you and  it’s been insanely hard for me. I don’t want tour to change us. I don’t want to lose you because every time we are together I have to say goodbye.”

“Harry-”

“You’re not going to walk away because I have to leave all the time right?” He pleaded, his eyes locking on yours through the screen. It made your heart nearly shatter knowing he was worried about something like that.

“I’m not going to leave you Harry.” you smiled, trying to capture his attention. “Ever.”

Harry ginned and nodded, happy to have the reassurance. “I have to go clean up and everything but I love you and will see you soon.”

“I love you too H.”

“Get some sleep.” His deep voice teased. 

“I’ll try.” He blew one last kiss before hanging up. Your mind was now fully awake and full of excitement. Harry was coming home. He would be here in a day or so. You would be able to hug him again, to kiss him and never let go.

The last month had been hard. From the moment he left, he had taken the happiness from the home you had built with him. Going to sleep wasn’t the same. His side of the bed was cold, empty, and no loner smelled of his cologne. His sink in the bathroom was dry, no toothpaste left over, and everything missing. His favorite snacks, the ones only he would eat had gone stale, and his chocolate milk in the fridge had spoiled. You no longer had to ask him to pick up his dirty underwear from the floor, or lower the toilet seat when he was finished. His shoes were not scattered about in your closet and his side of the bed was always freshly made. There were no more dad jokes to come home to, or full on belly laughs to enjoy during a funny movie. You constantly were over cooking, always forgetting it was just you eating dinner and the dishes always sat in the sink a little longer, no one to help you clean them or splash soapy water onto your face. The house felt too empty, too quiet and too cold without him here.

You rolled over in bed, trying to fall back to sleep as your excitement evened out. You closed your eyes, dreaming of Harry. His smile, his laugh, and how it would feel too finally be back in his arms again. 

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You heard the door open and close and then you heard him drop his bags to the floor. You heard him walk over to your side of the bed, kneeling in front of you. You blinked through the tears already falling down your cheek, and focused on his green eyes. He pressed a kiss to your nose and smiled, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Hello love.” Your arms reached around him, pulling him in close. He stood up, following your body into bed. His weight in the bed shifted your position on the mattress. He pressed kisses to your lips and laughed, a rumble echoing through his chest. 

“I missed you.” the only words you could manage to get out. The only words that really mattered at the moment. You took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. The familiar scent of his Tom Ford cologne entering your nose and instantly calming your body. You reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair and kissing him softly.

“I’ve miss you too (y/n).” he tugged your body into his lap, your legs straddling his body and your noses touching. He took a deep breath, his green eyes never leaving yours.

“I thought you were never coming back..”

“I’ll always be coming back for you.” 

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Just a short little blurb!

xoxo

[purrplebun]

forget-me-not ; ch 1

fandom: mr. love: queen’s choice

pairing: gavin/reader

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 2.6k

summary: You, a stubborn and insecure woman who really needs a shoulder to lean on. Him, a strong and dependable man who strives to protect those dear to him. One would think it a match made in heaven - but in reality, things don’t go quite as smoothly.

a/n: reader doesn’t take on the role of mlqc’s original mc; credits to @rynkao for not only inspiring me to do this, but also writing the plot with me, advising me and letting me know whenever something needed fixing; thank you @just-lazy-croc for reading all of my drafts and supporting me; more at the end!

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As per routine, you were following the same path you always took on Fridays. Your life wasn't exactly in order. But if there was something that remained constant, it was this. You had always thought the building huge, almost maze-like, so the fact that you no longer needed help with directions was certainly an achievement. The long, seemingly endless halls were swarmed by people. And noise. So much noise, you were glad your earphones were plugged in. From uncertainty, despair, regret, desperation and all the way to relief, their gazes portrayed the internal struggles they were going through.

You merely minded your own business as you were passing by. It wasn't that you were heartless or wished despair upon anyone, no - after all, you were fully aware of how impactful accidents and illnesses could be. But looks of pity from strangers aren't exactly appreciated by everyone. Some people prefer to suffer in silence or keep to themselves, so they might wind up doing more bad than good.

You could relate to that too.

Nevertheless, there was a second reason why you were rushing. That Friday was different, the colorful bouquet in your hands said as much. It had been exactly eight years since the accident. Eight years since you caused someone's life to take a turn for the worse. And eight years since you started paying weekly visits to the hospital.

Upon finally reaching your destination, you lightly knocked on the door and opened it. The room was no different from before, silent and welcoming. "Hey, Em," you quietly said, after closing the door behind you and heading towards the windowsill. There, a single blue hydrangea stood lonely. You had left it the prior week, so its once outstanding beauty now wilted. "I brought you some really nice flowers this time.

"Lying on the hospital bed was a girl with long, brown hair, early in her twenties, and your best friend during high school. Much like the sleeping beauty, Emily had closed her eyes one day and didn't open them since. It had been nothing but an accident, truly. If only she hadn't run off the way she did, that car wouldn't have crashed into her. If only the two of you hadn't argued back then, she would've been alright now. She would've been living her life the way she wanted, not like a vegetable stuck to a bed. She would've been.. happy. "If only-" you shook your head so as not to further that line of thinking. These doubts were always present in your mind, haunting and tormenting; but now was not the time.

So you resumed arranging the flowers. You took out the hydrangea and carefully placed the fresh lilies. Since they were her favorite flowers, you decided to have a special bouquet arranged for this occasion. They were pretty. Colorful. Alive. You couldn't help but stare at them for a while before finally taking a seat by Emily's bedside and unplugging your earphones.

"I haven't managed to sell any paintings this week either," you spoke up, disappointment clear in your tone, "but college has been otherwise going pretty well." This is how your visits always went: telling your friend about your everyday life, recalling fun memories from your past and asking her questions you knew you wouldn't get an answer to. "My part-time job hasn't been too bad either, apart from your usual snobs here and there," you made sure to add with a sour face.

The only sounds disrupting the silence were the constant beeps of the heart monitor. Visiting Emily had always represented some sort of escape from reality. Of course, you also wanted to see her, but you couldn't deny the existence of other reasons. For one, you were trying to atone. To push away the demons haunting you. On the other hand, it was during your visits that you finally had peace, both in your mind and surroundings. You could finally relax, hear your own voice and that of your subconscious.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that everything around you was so full of noise, you couldn't even think properly. After all, you were different. You, much unlike normal people, were capable of hearing others' thoughts - or as movies so eloquently put it, mind reading. It seemed like a scenario taken straight out of a really bad fanfiction. Which is why, back when you first discovered your ability, you thought your lack of sleep had finally caught up with you; and you must've been hearing things.

A few similar occurrences later, that assumption proved to be false. But if that was indeed reality and you could actually read minds.. then just what was going on? What caused that sudden change in you? Was there a way to get rid of it? And more importantly, were there any other people like you? Hundreds upon hundreds of questions were swarming in your head. You thought about talking to your parents but reconsidered after imagining their reactions. "They probably wouldn't even give me the time of the day", which was justifiable, considering you had superpowers. So, like any other person in the 21st century who sought answers, you decided to consult the internet.

It took a lot of digging. You had to go past thousands of movie reviews, superhero stories and game synopses before you could finally find something useful. While not about mind reading specifically, you did manage to learn a few new things. One, superpowers were real and referred to as evols. Two, people all over the world had evols, but they were kept secret for the most part. And three, there was no way to get rid of them. Or if there was, no one had ever revealed or mentioned anything about it.

Your research done, you proceeded to bookmark a few websites and go on with your life as usual. Your evol could get quite annoying at times - during exams, for instance, you involuntarily heard some of your classmates' thoughts and therefore had trouble concentrating. But it was bearable. You thought that, with time, you'd get used to it.

Oh, but how wrong you were.

Fate has a way of toying with people, and as you grew up, so did the power within you. It got bigger. Larger. It grew to the point where it was uncontrollable. Albeit without your intent, you were able to hear what anybody near you was thinking. The closer they were to you, the louder the voices in your head. You could no longer differentiate thoughts from sentences, not even when they were yours. You had long lost control. Hell, did you even have it in the first place?

That power took away your peace. It was slowly driving you mad, but you had to stay strong. Because you knew. You knew it must've been a punishment for what you'd done, for ruining your best friend's life. So you learned to live with it, and in the process, music became your best friend. It was the only thing you could think to do, in order to at least drown out the noise.

"If only everyone was as kind as you, I'd be rich right now," you couldn't help but sigh, as you left your chin to rest on your hand. Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine how that scenario would go. "Then I'd be able to buy us tickets to one of Kiro's concerts. You haven't heard any of his songs yet, but I just know you'd be madly in love with them."

It was true. You had a pretty good grasp of Emily's taste in music, and Kiro's definitely fit the bill. Not only that, but he was also the most popular idol in Loveland - for good reason. He was charismatic, really good at what he was doing and his looks were pretty up there as well. Kiro wasn't involved in any scandals either, so you just couldn't dislike him. "Or maybe I could go on a vacation. You know, escape from the city and all the noise that comes with it. Just me, the sun, and-" But before you could continue, the sound of the door creaking pulled you out of your fantasies.

Expecting it to be someone part of the hospital staff, you lazily opened your eyes and directed your gaze towards the entrance. What you were met with, however, wasn't a doctor or a nurse. It was a well-built, tall man with short chestnut brown hair. He was wearing a simple white shirt with a blue denim jacket on top, leaving part of his collarbone exposed. As your (e/c) eyes met a pair of golden ones, widening in realization, you were sent back to that day. "You're.."

Last time you saw him, the two of you were still in high school. He was shorter then and his shoulders weren’t as broad, but he otherwise remained pretty much the same. As for his personality, you knew he used to be a troublemaker - according to the rumors circulating between students, at least.

You didn’t believe a word. Not after what he’d done. Not after how, without caring about the dangers it involved, he tried to save Emily. His presence at the scene had been a mere coincidence; but as soon as he saw the car fast approaching, he started running. “Watch out!” He didn’t stop to consider calling someone for help or think about the situation he was in.

He just saw someone in danger. And decided to act.

Something you didn’t, as you stood there petrified. You watched as your best friend ran towards the street without paying attention to where she was going. You watched as this boy called out to her and attempted to push her out of the way. You watched as the car crashed into her body because the boy was a few seconds too late. All you did was watch as the scene unfolded right before your eyes. You were in so much shock that you couldn’t even cry. Not that you would have allowed yourself to, anyway. After all, you weren’t the one in pain.

You were just a bystander, there to witness faith follow its course. That boy, however... He was a hero. Someone who, without giving it another thought, helped people in need; all out of his own free will. You hadn’t seen anyone display such bravery before. A category you knew full well you were part of. The two of you were so different, you never thought you'd meet him again... Yet there he was now, standing in front of you.

“Gavin,” he suddenly spoke up as if to finish your earlier sentence, “from high school. But judging by the look on your face, you remembered as much.”

It then dawned upon you that you must’ve been staring. Cursing internally for your failed first impression, you quickly got up from your seat and extended your right hand towards him. “S-Sorry for spacing out like that! I’m (y/n), also from high school. But I’m guessing you knew that already.” Gavin lightly shook your hand whilst you scratched your neck in embarrassment, eyes landing on the bouquet you hadn’t noticed he was holding. Lilies.

“Oh, do you want some help with those?” No sooner had the words left your mouth, than you immediately regretted it. He most likely came in expecting to be alone, to see Emily and maybe some of her relatives; having an old acquaintance around wouldn't exactly count as privacy.

"On second thought, I should probably-" but he interrupted you before you could finish your sentence. "Sure, thank you." His lips curled up in a small smile as he handed you the flowers. After replying with an awkward "Make yourself comfortable..?", you took them gingerly and headed towards the windowsill once more.

Flower arrangement wasn't something you were particularly into, but you liked to think that you had an artistic sense for it. You were, after all, a painter and you loved art. Albeit it didn't really seem to love you back.

You removed the ribbons keeping both bouquets' lilies tied together and freed them in the vase. Since you didn't have a specific design in mind, you just let your hands move them around playfully. You heard Gavin’s footsteps as he went to sit where you previously had been. And then there was silence. Not the comforting sort, it was rather the kind of silence that made you want to just run away.

"Oh God, what am I supposed to do now? I can't just leave, but sitting in complete silence like this is unbearable. Then again, what can I even say? «Hey, so how's life been?» That's too awkward!"

Wait, backtrack a bit. Silence? Your movements stopped abruptly. By now you'd normally hear everything he was thinking, every sentence going through his mind. ..So why weren't you? Not that you were complaining, of course - getting into others' brains wasn't something you wished to do, and that wouldn't ever change.

However, that wasn't the first time something like this had happened. There'd been a few people present in your life whose thoughts you couldn't hear. But you never managed to put your finger on why. Did they have something that prevented your ability from working? If they did, would you be able to procure it too? And did that mean you could finally stop it for granted?

You stole a quick glance at Gavin, who was looking at Emily. You couldn’t see his face very well, but you could’ve sworn you heard a really faint, almost unnoticeable “I’m sorry.” Seeing as that was all you heard and he didn’t show any signs of moving, you decided to just brush it off, “Yeah, I must’ve imagined it.”

Going back to your train of thought, maybe today was your lucky day. Maybe this man represented an important clue in finding the answers you sought. Maybe talking to him would help you learn more about your evol. Maybe, just maybe, the Universe finally decided you had enough suffering and gave you a chance. Or maybe not, and you were completely wrong.

Even so, you definitely couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

"Hey, umm.. would you like to head to a café and catch up on things? I know a good place." He turned his head to look at you and you used the chance to add, "Oh, only if you're free! I wouldn't want to inconvenience you." It was a pretty sudden invitation, so you anxiously awaited his response expecting a rejection. If he refused, your only lead at the moment would be gone and you’d continue your life as usual. After seemingly considering it for a few seconds, he finally replied.

"Of course."

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a/n: aaaahh i’m sorry there’s not a lot of gavin in this chapter!! i wanted to properly introduce the main character and her backstory, also no, emily isn’t the original mc i assure you - dating your high school crush is nice, but i just?? want gavin to naturally fall in love with someone else?? i haven’t seen something like this done often, and if i’m motivated enough this should be a preeetty long fic,,. so i guess we’ll see how it goes. anyway!!!! no one cares but this all started because of a really soft dream i happened to have of gavin?? where he was super nice to me and i actually got to touch him???? idk how that happened but it did so now i’m turning it into a fanfic. which reminds me, please keep in mind i’ve never seriously written before, so whilst i may not be the best now i’ll make sure to improve along the way! (つ﹏⊂)

thank you so much for reading if you’ve reached this far!❤️

[angerstagram]

better man // luke + reader  (SMUT)

You take Luke to a cabin for an unplugged getaway in the woods. Mostly it’s just porn, though.

Pairing: Luke + Y/N

Rating: Very X.

Word Count: 3,547

Warnings: Unprotected sex (she’s on birth control but always wrap it before you tap it, folks), light choking, oral sex (female and male receiving), external orgasm.

A/N: I added a little more backstory to this one, so if you’re just here for smut, skip to the picture! Full disclosure, I am currently drunk and did not proofread this so I take no responsibilities for what I assume are its many mistakes.

Luke’s thumbs tapped mercilessly over his phone screen. Always one more text to send, always one more email to reply to. You had been driving for 20 minutes and you hadn’t seen him look up from the screen once, much less spoken to her out loud.

“Luke?” You said softly.

“Mmm,” was his underwhelming response.

“How’s it going, sweet cheeks?” Stupid nicknames usually got him to at least make eye contact with him. Not this time.

“Yeah, babe.” Not quite the right answer.

“Wanna pick a sweet driving playlist?” You offered, hoping to get something out of him.

“Mmm, totally,” he said.

“I’m thinking about shaving my head and joining a cult in the woods.” Your fingers were tapping harder on the steering wheel, only slightly annoyed.

“That’s amazing,” he replied without looking up.

“Luke, please look at me. Luke. Luke? Luke.” You said the last “Luke” with enough volume that he finally looked up at you.

You made brief eye contact with him and then turned back to the road. You felt his mood shift discernibly as he gauged your annoyance level, locking his phone and straightening in his seat. He knew this was your pet peeve, and he genuinely didn’t realize he had been absorbed in his phone for so long.

You felt his hand on your shoulder rubbing reassuring circles to apologize. The tensions left your shoulders immediately, any trace of anger gone with his attention back. “Sorry babe, just tour prep stuff. I promise I won’t get sucked back in.”

You smiled and put your hand on his knee. “Good, because I’m really looking forward to this weekend. When I spoke to the rental agent on the phone, I specifically requested a cabin she thought could appear in both the shining and a Nicholas Sparks film.”

He laughed and all was right with the world. “Do they have WiFi?” he asked, unsure what he was hoping the answer would be.

You peeked at him out of the corner of your eyes, giving him a smirk. “Nope. Just us babe. Forty-eight uninterrupted hours of singin’ and swimmin’ and loungin’ and loooovin’,” you said in a sing song voice that made him laugh.

“You’re such a freak,” he said, leaning back his chair and closing his eyes. “Can’t believe I love you.”

You woke Luke up when you got to the cabin, stretching your body wide after the long drive up. He deserved the rest he got, and you were hoping it would make the evening a little more romantic since he had gotten a good nap in.

To tell the truth, Luke was so busy preparing for tour and doing album press the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much alone time together. Anytime you wanted to spend time together, there was always another press junket or photoshoot or livestream to do. Basically, you both really needed to get laid.

Looking at the cabin’s picturesque exterior, you felt it perfectly matched the description you had given. It was approaching sunset now and you heard the soft sounds of nature in the background. If you squinted, you might have legitimately just seen an actual goddamn deer in the background. Nature is amazing.

Seeing Luke carry your bags into the house, flannel open halfway down to his chest and blonde curls flowing, you felt your heart drop into your stomach - in a good way. This was your life. This was your life. How was that possible?

After you had settled in and eaten the dinners you had packed, you found yourselves lounging on the couch. Luke was rifling through the DVD’s you had packed, waffling between The Notebook and Caddyshack when you felt that second glass of wine hit you just right.

You leaned forward and ran your finger through his hair, scratching the back of his neck the way he liked. He hummed in response, still focused on the movie choices.

“On the one hand, Rachel McAdams is a national treasure,” he spoke softly, half to himself. “But on the other hand, Bill Murray is a legend beyond all legends.” His forehead crinkled in thought, genuinely torn between the two. Your heart was going to fucking explode.

You pushed the DVD’s out of his hands and straddled his laps very quickly. “Aren’t you glad this is the biggest decision in your life right now?” you said, running your hands through his hair again. This time, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back into it. You could have sworn you legitimately heard him purr.

His eyes opened slowly, calmly. This was the most at peace you had seen him in months.

“Yeah, I really am.” He grabbed your wrist and pressed it to his mouth softly, closing his eyes. You cupped his face and pressed your forehead to his, savoring the moment.

“Babe, I don’t want to ruin the moment,” you said, slowly stirring your hips over his head. “But I really want to fuck you.”

His eyes flashed open and met yours. His irises were dark; he didn’t have to say a word to let you know he wanted to let you know he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

You started grinding your hips slowly into his, riding the waves of pleasure it sent straight up your spine. He gripped your hips tightly, guiding you down deeper onto him. His breathing became ragged with need. He dropped his head to your shoulder and you could feel his pants hot at the base of your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine, knowing he was right here. Knowing he wanted you as badly as you wanted him.

“I need you to be naked,” you said softly, unbuttoning his flannel quickly and pushing it off your shoulders. He laughed into your shoulder and pressed a hot kiss there.

You groaned out loud, his mouth somehow both hard and soft in the spot he knew got you every time. You ran your hands over his chest, reveling in the feel of his skin under your touch. You felt goosebumps appear on his skin where you touched him and you leaned down to kiss them away.

“Now I need you naked,” he breathed, a smirk on his face. He unbuttoned your shirt and threw it on the floor with his, kissing hot down into the valley of your breasts and taking off your bra in one fluid motion.

His lips engulfed your nipple, his hand squeezing the other roughly then massaging your breast. You clutched his head and bucked your hips into his. You were so turned on it hurt, but you really didn’t want him to stop.

Everything Luke did to you felt amazing. He could have flicked your shoulder on a sidewalk and you would have become a quivering mess underneath him. There was something about his sure movements, soft but firm. His broad shoulders and the sheer size of his entire stature, formidable and comforting all at the same time. Yours.

He felt you bucking into him and laughed. “Getting a little eager there, love?” he mocked, quickly unbuttoning your jeans. You stood just long enough to take them off, his eyes raking over your body in a way that made you feel so very alive.

As Luke watched you shimmy out of your jeans, your breasts swaying in the sexiest way possible, he found himself thinking about what to do next. He felt his dick becoming fully hard in his pants while you moved. As you pulled your panties down and stood before him, hands on your hips, he made a decision.

He was going to tease you until you begged him to fuck you, and then he was going to fuck you mercilessly until you forgot your own name.

He reached his hands out to you, inviting you to straddle him again, but you surprised him by sinking onto your knees in front of him instead. Undoing his belt, something you could honestly do in your sleep at this time, you palmed the enormous bulge that had appeared in his jeans.

Luke emitted a low groan at the base of your throat, and you were this close to just straddling him again and fucking him into oblivion. But you knew that look in his eye. You knew he was going to play a game with you tonight, and you could play a game right back.

He lifted up enough to let you slide his jeans and briefs off, and you almost gasped as his length slapped against his stomach. “Looks like I’m not the only eager one, hmm?” You almost laughed but you were too focused on the bead of pre-cum resting on the tip of his perfect cock.

You grabbed the base of his cock and engulfed the tip in your mouth, swirling his precum around his head with your tongue. He groaned and tangled his fingers in your hair. “Fuck, babe, that feels fucking amazing.”

Since you hadn’t been intimate in a while, you knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand very much of this. You were going to make it count.

You licked him from base to tip, making eye contact with him before his eyes rolled back at the feeling. You smiled before sinking him as far down your throat as you could manage, letting out  a light gagging noise as he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N, how do you make it feel so good every time?” he said, placing his other hand in your hair and guiding you back up and down on his length. Desire pooled between your legs as he lost himself. You used your left hand to squeeze and turn the base of his dick where your mouth couldn’t reach, fondling his balls with the other.

He cried out as you worked him, lifting his hips to chase the feeling that was clouding his vision and making his mind go blank. Seeing his ecstasy was more than you could take, you had to touch yourself. The ache between your legs was excruciating. Rubbing quick circles against your clit helped but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him.

Luke opened his eyes to watch you take him. When he saw you touching yourself it was almost more than he could take. “Fuck, babe, does going down on me turn you own that much?” You hummed an affirmative around his head and the vibration pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

“Fuck, babe it’s too good. You gotta stop.” His words did not match the rhythm of his hips, which kept bucking until you finally pulled away from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Get up here,” he growled. “I’m gonna make you fucking scream.”

You felt his words deep in your core, and scrambled up to the couch to meet him in a kiss. He pulled you into a straddle on his lap, rubbing your wetness against his length. “Fuck, you feel so good, Luke,” you breathed.

His hands ambled down to your ass, massaging your cheeks before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. His mouth never left yours, and you barely felt it as he bumped you both into a couple walls before throwing you back on the bed.

You rubbed his length between you before he pulled away. “I need to taste you.”

You threw your head back to the mattress and he kissed his way down your body before arriving at your heat. He knelt on the ground and kissed your inner thigh.

“Luke, I don’t know how much teasing I can take,” you laughed.

“To be honest, babe,” he stroked large index finger down your slit before pressing a kiss to your clit. “I don’t really give a shit.”

You knew you were in for it. His large hands squeezed your thighs, pressing circles in your inner thigh without ever pressing where you really needed them. The cold silver of his rings on your skin made you shiver. He firmly licked up your wetness before pressing a kiss to your mound, ignoring your clit, swollen and red.

He laughed as you whimpered beneath him, desire ringing in your ears.

“God, please, Luke,” you cried.

Luke licked up your slit again, then again. “Please, Luke what?” he asked, teasingly.

“Um,” you could barely think. He pressed the tip of his finger in your core, only to the first knuckled, then brought it back up and stuck it in his mouth.

“You taste so good babe.” He stuck the first knuckle in again. “Just ask nicely like I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. Desire was all there was. Luke was all there was.

He stuck into the second knuckle and pulled out again, your hips bucking at the loss.

You cried out again. He smirked. “Use your words, love. What do you want?” A second finger, but only up to the first knuckle.

“Luke, please. Please fuck me, please touch me, please do anything. I need you so bad.” A whimper left your throat and he snapped into motion.

He slammed both fingers into you to the last knuckle, mouth agape as you cried out and writhed in ecstasy beneath him. He plunged them back into you again, setting a punishing pace. He took his clit into his mouth, flipping his tongue in a figure eight motion that made you see stars.

“Fuck, Luke. That feels so fucking good.” Your hands balled into the sheets next to you as you hips bucked into his hand to meet his pace.

He pulled his mouth away and ground his palm into your clit, curling his fingers against the spot that made you scream. “Fuck, Luke, yes.”

You felt the burning ache in the pit of your stomach, growing faster as he shook his palm against you so fast it felt like it was vibrating. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you saw stars. He crawled up the bed to kiss you as his hand kept up this insane pace. You couldn’t kiss him anymore, your mouth dropping open and an animal cry ripping from your throat as he kissed down your neck.

He wrapped his mouth around your nipple again, biting on it hard.

That was it. The room exploded around you as you fell over the edge and kept falling. Hours passed before you reached the bottom, his hand never slowing until you couldn’t physically take it anymore. You pushed his hand away and pulled his head up to yours, kissing him like a madwoman.

You threw him back on the bed and straddled him. “How the fuck do you do that?” you asked, not really sure yourself which part part you were referring to. He laughed into your mouth, pulling you close again. You could feel that he was hard again, pressing against your ass.

You ground down on him, almost too sensitive but uncaring. You shifted to rub yourself along his length and he moaned into your mouth, almost swallowing your tongue.

He pulled away just to look at you, hair tousled, breathing uneven, hips moving erratically as you slid yourself along him. “God, I love you so fucking much,” he said, pulling you back in as he squeezed your breasts again, thumbing your nipples. “Ride me, babe.”

“Finally,” you said with a smirk. You looked into his eyes as you sank down onto him, his eyes rolling back at how wet you were from your orgasm. From knowing he gave you that orgasm.

“So fucking tight,” he breathed. You lifted yourself all the way off his length again before filling back up quickly and grinding a steady pace to the rhythm of your breathing. He gripped your hips to guide you but you pushed his hands away, teasing him with a slow grind that rubbed your clit along his pelvic bone as he lost his mind.

“Think you’re funny babe?” he smiled. “Think I don’t know you’re dying to fuck yourself hard on my cock?” he said, gripping your throat lightly as you gasped out a laugh.

“It’s so deep,” you groaned. You could feel every vein on his cock rubbing your walls and you couldn’t breathe. “I can feel you in my stomach, Luke.”

With that, he couldn’t take it anymore. He threw you back roughly against the bed and stood up. He grabbed a pillow to place under your ass, angling your pelvis up before plunging into you.

His tip hit your g-spot with every thrust, hard and rough in an animal way that made you both lose yourselves. He could feel your walls clenching and began rubbing hard, fast circles against your clit. You squeezed your nipples as he pistoned into your core and he could feel you sliping to the edge again.

“Come for me, love. Want to feel you squeezing the fuck out of my cock,” he said, pressing harder against your clit until you fell over the edge. You threw your head to the side and screamed into the sheets, but he pulled your chin back to look at him.

“Look at me when you come for me,” he growled, and you felt your orgasm intensify for at least 30 more seconds. The air left your throat as your entire body clenched and unclenched in rapid succession. You were a writhing mess of limbs and small cries as he fucked you through it.

When you came down he pulled out of you, pumping himself as you sat up to kiss him. You grabbed his length as your core stopped fluttering until you felt so empty that you needed him inside you again. You felt insatiable.

Without a word you turned around on your hands and knees, presenting your ass to him and arching your back. You knew he could see that your core was still clenching from your orgasm, but you needed another.

He stuck his middle finger into you up to his ring, and you shivered at the juxtaposed feelings. “Can you take another?” he said, already knowing the answer.

“I fucking need it, Luke. Please.” You pushed yourself back into his finger.

“Alright, alright,” laughed. He pulled you up by the shoulders until you were flush against his chest. He leaned it to speak deep and low into your ear. “No need to beg.”

With that, he thrust into you again, his hips meeting your ass in a steady rhythm. You could feel his breath hot against your neck as his hands traveled up your chest. His fingers ghosted across your clavicle before wrapping lightly around your throat.

You wrapped your hand around his wrist. “Harder.”

“Which?” he asked.

“Both.” You squeezed his wrist as he took you harder, tightening his grip on your throat. “Want fucking all of it,” you gasped.

You could feel him in your stomach as he hit you deeper. That balloon inside you starting filling, slowly but surely. He could feel it too, strumming your clit in time to fill you up.

“Fuck yes,” he said. He loved when you came this way, panting and leaning your head back into his shoulder, moans and curses escaping your mouth in a steady stream. “Drench me, Y/N.”

You slammed back into his thrusts for a few moments more before falling over the edge, squirting over his length as he pounded you into his climax.

You could feel him filling you but you were gone, your body on another plane as your orgasm consumed you and you fell to the mattress in exhaustion. Your entire body clenched and unclenched as he kissed your forehead and shifted you to lie in a part of the mattress untouched by your orgasm.

He padded to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth, rubbing it slowly along your inner thighs, cleaning the remains of both your orgasms still on you.

You finally opened your eyes slowly, gazing at him as the last light of the sunset hit his hair through the window and making him glow. Your angel.

He knew you couldn’t speak yet but your eyes spoke for you. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and ran the rag up your body just to make you shiver. Finally he kissed you, long and slow as you finally truly came down from it all.

“So,” you whispered. You didn’t want to disturb the magic you felt in the room. The quiet love that spoke for you and took your breath away. “Did you ever decide on a movie to watch?” you asked softly.

He hummed a light laugh into your lips and kissed you again. “Mmm, no. But I think we need to pick one.” He gestured to the other side of the bed, soaking wet from what had just happened. “It looks like we’re gonna be sleeping on the couch anyway.”

You laughed as he picked you up nimbly and carried you to the living room. He lit a fire and you slid on his flannel, curling into him on the couch and pulling up the blanket. You felt him kiss the top of the head as the beginning of some movie began.

You never knew what movie he picked because you fell asleep, but frankly you didn’t care. You dreamt of the sunset in his hair.

Let me know what you think!

P.S. I have half a part two planned of the next morning - let me know if that’s something you’d be into?

[12miraenie]

Quandary

🎃Paring: Baekhyun x Reader 

🎃Genre: Fluff, Ghost AU 

🎃Word Count: 3k 

🎃Summary: What happens when you can suddenly see the ghost who’s been living in your house longer than you have? 

A/N: Part of the Month of the Supernatural prompts, where you can request here. This is for anon, enjoy! 🎃

🎃 Link to Masterlist 

🎃Request here 

“Bye, mom!”

The forced smile on your face disappeared the moment her taxi sped past the gate of your house. You tucked both hands into the back pockets of your jeans and sighed. Seriously, what kind of mom abandons her kid when they are about to turn 20 for a business conference? For over a month you’ve been thinking about this birthday when all of your families can finally be together to celebrate you passing the legal drinking age and joining the rest of your family for a drink.

That was the plan until your brother was called in for an internship and your dad miraculously lost his passport abroad. And now, your mom too. It’s not like they don’t love you or don’t care about you, judging from the pile of gifts on the table and the brand new car in the driveway that your brother got for you. You don’t want to sound like a spoiled brat complaining about not getting enough attention, but honestly, you just wished that you can have a conversation together on the same table instead of texts and things that you probably won’t ever use.

“Right, this means…takeout.” You mumbled to yourself and shut the door behind you.

You remember the look on your dad’s face distinctively whenever you craved pizza or chicken. After he forbid you and your brother from eating junk food, you were disheartened for a while until one night you found your brother munching on a chicken leg while watching a movie at 2 am. Where did your brother hide the takeout posters? 

“Aish, this jerk!” Your fisted your hair in frustration after opening probably the tenth drawer in the kitchen.

Suddenly one of the top cupboards above the stove cranked open slowly and then shut close with a loud slam. You jumped at the sound, a small yelp came out of your mouth. Putting a hand on your heart, you could feel its rapid beating.

“What the heck?” You turned to the side only to see the tightly shut windows. You froze and listened carefully, but the house was quiet like nothing happened just now. Shaking your head, you tried to get rid of the sudden shock and opened another drawer.

Bang.

You snapped your head up only to see the same drawer being opened and closed again. You hesitated for a second but still reached up to open the cupboard. There on the side laid a bunch of takeout flyers. You let out a shaky breath and sat on one of the chairs.

Are you surprised? Not really. Since you could remember, there has always been something weird going on in the house. The cereal you put on the table would be on top of the fridge, the jacket you tossed on the couch would be in your closet the next day, or the curtain would be drawn at as early as 7am on Saturdays.

One night your brother came home and shouted from the foyer, “Yah! You finally learned to put your shoes right!”

Did you? Why did you remember kicking them off and heading to sleep the moment you came home? When your parents and brother were asked if they have similar experiences, all you got was blank looks, a sigh, and “Y/N, we are not 5-year-old children.”

Reading through articles online and scrolling through forums only got you one conclusion. You are haunted.

You laughed, as long as the moon orbits around the earth, ghosts don’t exist. You probably put the cereal back, hang your jacket, and put your shoes back in their places without noticing. And your brother must have opened the curtains to annoy you on the weekends. The more you think, the more you were convinced.

Nothing is going on. You are overthinking, Y/N.

It was an hour later the food arrived. Putting the bags down in front of the TV, you smiled as the heavenly aroma attacked your nostrils. You ran like a giddy child to get utensils from the kitchen. However, when you returned the previously tied bags were open, revealing the takeout boxes.

Right, you opened them before getting up.

You bit into a piece of the heavenly fried chicken and almost sucked in a breath. It is undoubtedly the best thing you’ve ever eaten since you were born. What your dad’s deal with it? You shook your head and turned your attention back to the Mission Impossible marathon. You thought back on your brother and parents. Their loss for missing this.

You woke up face planted in the pillow and fished for your phone on the bedstand. Turning your head to the side, you squinted at the bright screen full of Happy Birthday messages from your friends and relatives. It sucks to be born in summer when everyone’s out on vacation. You couldn’t even go out with your friends.

A yawn left your mouth as you stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your body. You had the best sleep ever, without waking up to the bright sunlight from outside the window. You couldn’t even remember the last time you woke up after 10am.

You brushed your hair and plugged in the hair dryer. Humming a familiar tune, you start drying your hair and looked into the mirror. From the reflection, you could see a man was leaning on the wall behind and staring at you.

You blinked your eyes and rubbed them, fully believing that he will be gone and the only thing you would see is the bathroom wall. When you opened your eyes again, you wished you hadn’t. Because the man was still standing behind and looking at you, only this time, he had his arms crossed.

The realization came too quick for your liking, your hands started trembling as your heartbeat picked up its rate, going off the chart in no more than two seconds. Despite the stoic face, on the inside you were more scared than you ever thought you could be. Breathing through your nose deeply, you unplugged the hair dryer and hit the guy the second you turned around.

Baekhyun’s POV

He hasn’t felt anything in a long time, but the burning sensation on his left arm felt more real than anything else. Before he can even take a look, something heavy hit his head. Baekhyun yelped and shielded his head with both hands, “Aish! What-Yah, stop!” But you were calling him all kinds of colorful names in a loud voice that easily covered his. He knew things being thrown to him, but they went past him that air and he couldn’t feel them like before.

“What the fuck?” You cursed, and then it was silence.

Baekhyun dared himself to open his eyes and came face to face to you staring at his mouth and eyes wide open in shock. You had one hand clutched around the towel and the other grabbing on the dryer tightly. Baekhyun came-no, floated-one step closer and you dropped the dryer to the floor.

“You…can see me?” Baekhyun asked in a timid but hopeful voice, his eyes shined brighter than before. Finally, after thousands of years, someone is able to see him! Excitement took over him as he went even closer.

Baekhyun watched you take small steps backward until your body touched the opposite wall. A triumphant smile took over his face, “You really can see me, right?”  

“Get away from me.”  

Baekhyun’s smile faltered. “No! Please, I promise I’m not a pervert or a stranger or even a person! I can’t harm you anyway.”

Gesturing wildly, he tried to convince you that he’s perfectly harmless, which did the opposite thing that he hoped for. Baekhyun punched the wall on his side, watching your eyes bulge into the size of glass balls.

“See? I can’t touch anything, they just go through me.” Baekhyun shrugged and put on the best smile he could muster, “Now can-“

Before he could even finish his sentence, your eyes rolled to the back, and you passed out.

Your POV

“Now that we are past introductions, we can be friends! Ah, it feels good to have someone actually hear you speak.”

You had a blanket wrapped tightly around you as you slipped on the cup of hot tea, watching the man-no, ghost dancing and twirling in the kitchen happily like he just got a hundred million dollars. There is no way that you could imagine any of this is true, that ghosts actually exist, that he’s been living here longer than you have, and the fact that you can actually see them.

“I don’t even know your name, ok? Can you please just sit down so we can talk?” Being this calm in front of a supernatural creature was not what you had imagined. The fainting probably took away all the shocks and scared you got from him. Your voice isn’t even trembling.

“My name is Baekhyun.”

You bit your lip watching the man who looks like he comes from the ancient Joseon era. Discarding everything else, you can’t help but notice how good looking he is. There’s no point denying that the blue silk robe weaved with golden threads accentuated his flawless features, and the sheen of slightly shining transparency makes him look ethereal. He just seems so different from all the Joseon people you learned from history class, who all had long beards, wrinkled faces, and bad money habits. Baekhyun, on the other hand, looks more like an actor in a historical drama.

Oh god, what are you thinking?

You cleared your throat, preventing “So, umm…who are you? I mean, are you a Joseon emperor or something?”

Baekhyun shook his head, “I am more like the general type.”

You arched an eyebrow, from the way he acts like a 5-year-old kid you would never have guessed that. Maybe the doubt is your eyes was obvious enough for him to explain, “I know, my brother thinks the same too.”  

“So um…do you just roam around here? Don’t you have some kind of mission or things to do?” You thought back on the ghosts or spirits portrayed in popular media, wondering if they are true or not.

Baekhyun laughed humorlessly. “Mission? You want me to live my life? My life has been over. For centuries. I’m dead. Yes, I am stuck between life and death because I couldn’t revenge for my brother, but you kind of stop thinking about it after 7 hundred years.”

Even though his face didn’t show it, the look in his eyes betrayed him. They were filled with sadness and the kind of nostalgia and missing someone that breaks your heart even from justing looking at him.

The atmosphere was becoming too tense for your liking, it felt like all the air molecules were pushing down on you. Baekhyun looked like he had just woken up from a bad dream, but he covered up quick enough for the pain in his eyes pass in a fleeting moment.

“So…last night the cupboards….it was you, right?”

Baekhyun nodded, the silk headband moved up and down with his head.

“So I am not ill after all. You said you’ve been here for the last 21 years, so you’ve been doing this all the time?“

He crossed his arms and jumped down-no, floated closer. That’s the only thing you still can’t get used to, the fact that he has legs and doesn’t use them to walk or at least, appear walking. Baekhyun looks surprisingly real, his skin has a normal color, and the texture of his silk robe looks intricate enough to touch, and every detail of his face is clear.

“The cereal boxes?“

“Yep.”

“My shoes?“

“Yep.”

“My clothes?”

“Yep. It’s gonna be the same answer to all the other questions you have. Yes, I also breathed down your neck whenever you got a wrong answer at your history homework.”

You sighed and pinched your nose, _it all makes so much sense now._ You thought back to the times you convinced yourself that you just have a good intuition in for history, ”That’s why I always get an A in history?“

“Then why didn’t you do that to all my homework?”

Baekhyun cleared his throat, “You wouldn’t have guessed that even after hundreds of years there are people still bad at counting numbers, right?“

You burst into laughter at Baekhyun who started to blush. Different from humans, the pink on his cheeks looked more transparent, almost a jelly-like color.

“Yah! At least you had a free housekeeper for twenty years. Don’t be a brat.” Baekhyun pouted, the annoyed frown on his face made him look more adorable ever.

Baekhyun feels like the long-lost best friend you never had. The fact that he’s been with you since birth felt creepy before, but you can tell that Baehyun is genuinely nice to be around with. Well, except times he’s annoying as hell.  

“Y/N…I want that.”

You shivered when Baekhyun breathed down your neck. Turning around, you gave him a hard stare.  

“No, Baekhyun. I need to finish this paper today. Plus you already have clothes. Go away.”  

Baekhyun huffed loudly when you closed the tab on a shopping site. Just when you thought he had gone to somewhere else, the screen of your computer glitched and went black.

“Yah! Byun Baehyun!” You fisted your hair in irritation, “I didn’t even save that paragraph!“

“Is something wrong?“

Your brother’s head appeared from behind the door and the pen you threw in Baekhyun’s direction magically hit his head instead.

“You were loud enough for me to hear through noise reduction headphones.”

Your eyes darted to Baekhyun, who was standing a few inches away from your brother and watching with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Sorry. I was just annoyed with my _nuclear proliferation timelines. _”

He shrugged, “That’s why I told you to study business in college.”

You picked up the pen on the ground after your brother left and threw it to Baekhyun again. The plan to ignore him didn’t go well the moment he looked at you with those puppy eyes. The natural downturned shape didn’t help with your resolution as well. How come that it’s so hard to refuse him?

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “Fine.”

Somehow you ended up in Gucci. Somehow Baekhyun pointed to that 600 dollar sweater you think is absolutely disgusting and said he wanted it.

You let out an exasperated sigh and turned to the shopping assistant with a forced smile.

”I’ll take this, thanks.”

Baekhyun floated next to you happily while you stared at the receipt with a painful expression.

“Do you know how much I spent on you already? You are gonna get me bankrupt in no time.”

“But you love me. And…“ Baekhyun whispered in a sing-song voice, “I help you with your tests in school.“

You sighed. There’s no way you can argue with that. Ever since Baekhyun figured out he’s no longer bound to stay in the house when he’s with you, he’s been tagging along wherever you go. And soon comes the perk of being the only one who can see and hear a ghost when Baekhyun shouts answers to multiple choice questions to you during tests in exchange for food or clothes. You still jump sometimes because of how loud he can be as if other people can see him as well.

You set up the fire in a remote spot of the riverside park, where you burn everything for Baekhyun. Tearing apart the carefully wrapped box, you dropped the sweater into the fire watching it lit on flames. You sighed, people would think you are crazy if they see you like this.

“Happy?”

You turned around to Baekhyun when everything was reduced to black dust on the ground. Your breath hitched as you took him in. 

How comes he still looks good in an ugly sweater like that? He looks more like a runway model than anyone else. Your heart started going crazy watching him under the afternoon sunlight. It made him glow even more. Your eyes caught on the details of his face, the amber of his eye, the small scar on the side of his cheek, and the strands of hair covering half of his forehead. They looked more real than usual, almost like solid colors.

You stepped closer and looked him over once again. Where did that transparency go? He should look more invisible under strong light, but  Baekhyun looked completely the opposite. 

“Is it alright? Yellow looks nice, huh?”

You pointed to one side of his body, “There’s a ruffled edge on the left side.“

“Where?” Baekhyun turned his head back and forth but couldn’t get it right. You knew that he couldn’t touch anything, but at that moment something propelled you to reach out your hands to him.

Baekhyun jumped back like he was burned by a candlestick the moment your fingers touched the now straighten sweater. When you realized it, you froze too.

He looked down in confusion, why didn’t your hands go through him like everybody else?

“You were able to touch me just now, how?”

You stared at your hand in shock, the texture of cashmere still felt real on the tip of your fingers. Did you just touch Baekhyun?

You sucked in a breath when you reached out again, but this time to his hand. The slightly cold but unmistakably real sensation of his fingers against your palm scorched you like a fire. Your hand was shaking when Baekhyun reached out, but this time he felt your hand for real.

Your head snapped up to meet Baekhyun’s when his fingers were wrapped around your wrist gently. The coldness from where the tip of his fingers met your wrists reminded you that everything is real, that you and Baekhyun are actually able to touch each other.

“Am I…becoming human?”

[hockeyandstuff91]

How did this happen? - Part 20

Word count: 4,511

Players: Tyler Seguin, Jamie Benn

Other people: Katie

Warnings: Cussing, The “Two weeks later (Brooke’s POV)” part is partly NSFW, but all the rest of the chapter is completely safe, the NSFW part includes talk of sex during her period, as well as her being finger while on her period.

Authors Note: Yay here’s another part!!! This one was interesting to write, but also fun at the same time! I knew I was going to put this in here at some point, but I wasn’t sure when, it just seemed to fit right so here we go! lol I hope you all enjoy it!

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 (Tyler's POV)

I sighed, closing my laptop and sat back against the couch. Gerry's head was laying against my knee and he had been asleep, but he woke up and looked up at me as he felt me shift.

"I just have no idea what to get your mom for a car, bud," I said as I scratched behind his ear. "I don't really know enough about trucks to know what she would even like."

And then I remembered. Brooke was best friends with someone who knew everything about cars, trucks, pretty much anything with an engine. I hadn't ever really gotten the chance to talk to Craig before, only in passing whenever Brooke got the chance to talk to him on the phone when he wasn't busy with work. He seemed liked a nice guy, and Brooke cared about him a lot. He was the perfect person to ask, if not the only person since he knew her pretty well too.

I looked over at the coffee table where my laptop was, Brooke's phone sitting next to it plugged in from last night. She had left it there after we had both fallen asleep watching a movie. I stood up, Gerry jumping off the couch and following me up the stairs.

"Shh we don't want to wake your mom, so no jumping on the bed," I said looking right at him. "Got it?" probably not..

I quietly made my way down the hall and peeked my head in the doorway, Marshall still curled up by her feet. I smiled seeing that she was still sound asleep so I would be safe to borrow her phone and try and call Craig. Thankfully Brooke never checked her phone app, so she wouldn't even notice if there was a call there she didn't recognize.

I made my way back downstairs, grabbing her phone off the table and unplugging it. I unlocked it and looked through her contacts before finding his name and hitting the call button.

"Hey Brooke what's up? Car okay?" Craig answered the phone after a few rings.

"Hey actually its uh.. its Tyler," I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"Is Brooke okay?" he asked, clearly worried.

"Yeah yeah shes fine. She's asleep right now actually."

"Oh okay good... So whats up?"

"I was actually wondering if I could get your opinion on something?" I asked as I slowly paced back and forth in the living room, Cash still laying on the couch, his eyes following me, but Gerry was pacing back and forth with me.

"Sure what is it?"

"Well you know how her car broke down.. its completely not fixable, and I wanted to get her something new that will last her for a while-"

"She's gonna want a truck," Craig laughed.

"How did you know?" I asked, stopping pacing and sitting on the couch where I had been 5 minutes ago.

"Because she use to want one that I owned a few years ago," he laughed again.

"Oh what was it?"

"Nah she doesn't need something that big. Plus it was diesel so probably not the cheapest for her either."

"Fuck really? She wanted that?"

"Yeah she likes big trucks. I would get her something a little smaller. The last truck that she drove back at home was a Chevy silverado 2500 z71, so that's always an option since shes comfortable with it already."

"Alright I'm going to send you a text from my phone so you have my number. Would you mind sending me over those details?"

"Yeah sure. Oh also, make sure that whatever truck you end up getting her has a side step," Craig said, laughing loudly.

"Good idea," I chuckled.

"Yeah her and I always had a running joke that if I was ever going to pick her up in my truck I would need to bring the ladder. But she did always like having the side step on the old truck she use to drive."

"Thanks dude, I honestly wouldn't of even thought of that."

"Yeah of course man... Just like to know that shes happy you know?"

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Yeah. I appreciate that you look out for her. I know you two are really close friends."

"Yeah shes been there for me through a lot.. but I have also watched her go through a lot that she didn't deserve."

"Yeah shes told me a bit about that," I sighed softly.

"Yeah.. Well, anyways, I'll text you a few options I think that she would like."

"Yeah that would be great, thanks. Also.. I know Brooke has told me that you are super busy with work but if you'd ever like to come down and hang out or whatever, we have extra room."

"Thanks, if I ever get down that way I'll let you guys know."

"Babe?" I could hear Brooke calling me from the bedroom.

"Shit gotta go dude, shes awake," I laughed.

"Have a good one," Craig laughed and we both hung up.

I plugged her phone back in where she had left it last night and made my way back upstairs and to our room, both Gerry and Cash following close behind. "Hey sleepy head," I smiled, laying on the bed next to her.

"Were you talking to someone?" She asked, yawning and stretching a bit.

"Nah just the dogs," I said, hearing their nails clicking against the hardwood floor around the bed before both jumping back up and laying down by our feet.

"Mmm," She nodded and scooted over towards me, laying her head on my chest.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me. I always felt at home when she was in my arms. Nothing could describe how she made me feel, how much I loved her.

Two weeks later.. (Brooke's POV)

Tyler had been at the gym all morning and I, sadly, had a migraine. I was trying to rest a bit, since the only thing that ever seems to fix my migraines is sleep. I slowly made my way up to our bedroom, closed all of the curtains and turned off the lights. I closed the door and climbed into bed, turning the AC on from my phone so it would get a little cooler in here and then pulled the blankets over myself, curling up on my side of the bed and closing my eyes. The dogs were at the groomers thankfully so I could fully relax and not be bothered by three big dogs trying to make themselves comfortable on the bed while my head was pounding.

It couldn't of been too much longer after I had laid down when I heard the front door open and close downstairs and Tyler's voice call out for me. I wanted to answer him but any loud noises would start to make my head hurt again and it had finally started to calm down with me laying perfectly still. I figured he could probably find me eventually.

A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and Tyler flipped on the lights. I groaned and quickly pulled the blankets over my head, not wanting any light to reach my eyes.

"Jeez babe you have it super dark in here, its such a nice day out," I could hear him walking towards the window.

"Don't you dare open that curtain!" I said from under the blankets.

"What? Why?" I heard him stop and then start walking back towards the bed.

"Can you please-please turn the light off?" I half asked half whined. I heard him walk back towards the door and hit the switch for the lights. I gently pulled the covers down and relaxed back into the pillow when I saw that it was dark in here again.

"Are you okay baby?" Tyler asked softly as he crawled into bed behind me.

"Oh god," I groaned as I could smell his cologne. I pressed my face into the pillow to try and keep the scent from my nose.

"Are you sick?"

"No," I mumbled into the pillow. "I just have a migraine. I cant have loud noises, strong smells, or light. I also have to lay down or I feel like I'm going to get sick, and my head is killing me."

"Aww babe," he said gently rubbing my back which was turned to him right now. "I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone. Do you want anything?"

I shook my head, and then nodded.

"You do or you don't?" Tyler laughed, seeing my contradicting answer.

"You rubbing my back feels great."

I felt Tyler shift on the bed probably so he was sitting up and then I felt his hands rub up my back and stop at my shoulders where he applied a little pressure and gently rubbed them.

I groaned and relaxed even more. That spot had been tense for a little while for some reason, probably slept wrong, but with Tyler pressing into it now it felt super great.

I still had my face against the pillow, not allowing anything to reach my nose and cause another wave of nausea. However Tyler decided that moving my hair away and kissing my neck was a good idea. As amazing as it felt, I caught another brief inhale and groaned again. I pulled away from him, not something I would ever ever do but I just couldn't handle the sensations it caused my stomach.

"Babe.. I love you.. and I love that cologne..But-"

"I'll be right back," he said, pressing a quick kiss to the back of my head and I felt the mattress shift a few times before it lifted, the weight gone.

I sighed and rested into the pillow, closing my eyes and trying to relax the best that I could. A minute after Tyler had left the bed I heard the shower running, and I smiled a bit. He knew that the scent was bothering me and was going to take a shower so I wouldn't feel more sick.

It wasn't long before I heard the shower turn off and Tyler's footsteps coming back into the room. The bed dipped and I felt his warm body next to mine.

"Better?" He asked softly.

I turned towards him and smiled, nodding. "Yes thank you babe that was really sweet of you."

"Just want you to feel better," he said kissing my forehead.

We laid there for a little while, my eyes were closed as I was curled up under the blankets, him behind me, his arm lightly wrapped around me, rubbing up and down my side. I was close to falling asleep when I felt his hand drifting down towards my waistline on my panties.

"Ty...?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I heard somewhere that if you orgasm your headache will go away," he said as he gently traced his hand back and forth on my panty line.

I wasn't exactly in the mood, but that was only due to the fact that if I moved too much I was going to be super nauseous, which wouldn't go well. However I also was willing to give anything a shot at this point in hopes to make this go away as fast as possible. I rolled over a bit so that I was laying on my back, breathing slowly through my nose, trying to calm the slight wave of nausea that I had whenever I moved from being perfectly still. Once it passed I looked over at him and nodded slightly.

"Just fingers though. I can't handle moving at all... If that's okay?"

"Of course baby. Whatever is going to help you, I'll do," Tyler said softly as he pressed his lips to my temple.

He sat up and gently grabbed onto my panties and pulled them off, tossing them to the floor. He laid back down next to me, his hand slowly making his way up my right thigh before pressing his finger gently to my clit. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I focused on enjoying the sensation of him rubbing slow circles around my clit. I felt him gently push his middle finger into me, slowly pumping it in and out.

I moaned softly, leaning my head against his chest, my breathing a bit faster. "That feel any better babe?" Tyler asked.

I nodded, noticing that the headache did feel a little bit better. I felt Tyler push another finger into me, going a little faster now, causing me to moan a bit louder.

I was so focused on how good this felt, gently grabbing onto his forearm as he kept going. I felt him shift a bit beside me, figuring he was probably leaning up on his elbows now to give him a better angle before I felt him slow and then stop completely. I felt his fingers pull out of me slowly and under his breath say "Oh shit," before pressing a few kisses to my temple and then getting off the bed.

My eyes shot open as I watched him walk to the bathroom. I was completely confused as to what was going on and why he had just stopped and left in the middle of everything. I leaned up and looked down, not seeing anything right away. But there it was, a tiny bit of blood on my thigh.

Fuck!

This was why I had a migraine. I started my period. Right in the fucking middle of Tyler fingering me. Which was why he stopped and left to go to the bathroom. He probably was completely disgusted and needed to wash his hands immediately. Which I was right, because now I could hear the water running in the sink for a brief moment before it stopped.

I sighed, completely freaking out internally. I shut my eyes tight and put my hands over my face. I knew I shouldn't be upset over this, it was a natural thing that happens every month. It's not like he was unaware of it or anything, it just.. I wasn't sure what was going on in his mind right now so I was scared what conversation would follow now.

I peeked through my fingers as I heard him coming back into the bedroom. I figured I was going to see some kind of grossed out look on his face or something but I was completely wrong. I pulled my hands away from my face, seeing that he was carrying a towel with him.

"Here babe, lets put this under you just in case," he said softly as he crawled back onto the bed, helping me to gently lift my hips and placed the towel under me.

I was confused why he was doing that, and why he seemed so calm over this. I looked up at him and he smiled at me, laying back down next to me, his hand going back towards my pussy.

"Uh.."

"Whats the matter?" Tyler asked.

"But.. Aren't you grossed out? I just bled on you.. I'm on my period."

"So? It's okay baby," he said softly, kissing me gently. "Did you think that I was grossed out?"

I nodded and looked down.

"Hey," he said, lifting my chin so I was looking at him. "I'm not grossed out at all. You have to deal with this every month, its normal. I mean showers do exist for a reason," he smirked at me.

"You mean... You're okay with this?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, completely shocked.

"Yeah of course. It doesn't bother me at all. Plus why would I give up a whole week every month of not being able to touch my baby? It's just a little blood, everyone has it. I play hockey for a living babe.. when you share small spaces with that many guys, bleeding and sweaty not much bothers you anymore," he chuckled as reached back down, starting to rub my clit again. "And.. I don't know if you have noticed but you are horny as hell when you are on your period and why would I wanna miss out on that?" he smirked again and laughed.

I sighed, relieved and relaxed back against the pillow. I was glad that Tyler was so open to this. It wasn't something I ever really thought about bringing up. I nodded and smiled back up at him "Yeah I tend to be," I laughed, but it was cut off my a moan as I felt him dip his fingers back into me.

"At least we know why you have a migraine."

I nodded slightly "Yeah it makes sense. I knew I was getting close to that time but I wasn't sure exactly which day..." the sentence drifted off as I gasped, feeling him rub against my gspot.

It didn't take long with him fingering me as well as pressing his thumb against my clit for me to finally cum. I gripped the sheets and his forearm as I came, my eyes shut tight as I moaned loudly, his mouth finding mine as we kissed through the ending of my orgasm.

"Feel better?" he asked softly.

I smiled and nodded, noticing that my migraine was better than before. Not completely gone, but it was a lot better.

Tyler got up again, going back to the bathroom. I heard the water running again and I sighed softly. At least this time I wasn't freaking out, knowing that he wasn't grossed out. I looked over and smiled, seeing him carrying a wet wash cloth.

"You sure-"

"Shh," he said softly. "Washing machines also exist for similar reasons that showers do," he smiled and carefully parted my legs a bit more, gently wiping between my legs and making sure to get my thighs as well.

I relaxed back and let him clean me off before he got back up to bring the washcloth over to the laundry basket. I slowly got out of bed and grabbed a pair of panties and went into the bathroom to take care of everything before returning back to the room. He was laying on the bed, watching me as I made my way back over to my side of the bed and climbed in.

Tyler pulled me close to him and I rested my head against his chest. He was gently rubbing my back with one hand while the other was tangled in my hair. He pressed a long kiss to the top of my head before softly telling me that he loves me.

I smiled and pressed my face against his chest, kissing where my lips landed. "I love you too," I mumbled before slowly drifting off to sleep.

(Tyler's POV)

Brooke was still asleep, fighting off her migraine when I got a text on my phone. I looked over at the bedside table where it was laying, squinting a bit as I read the screen. I didn't want to move so that I wouldn't wake her and she was still wrapped around half of my body. I blinked a few times and finally was able to read it before my screen went dark again.

Jamie: Be there in 5

I had asked Jamie if he could pick up the truck from the dealership for me, making an arrangement with the sales guy since I wanted it to be a complete surprise. I decided to carefully try and slide out from under her so that I could go downstairs and meet Jamie when he pulled in.

I gently lifted her arm off of me, placing it on her side. I sighed, not wanting to wake her but carefully tried to wiggle free. Thankfully she rolled over but stayed asleep, freeing me so that I could carefully get up. I rolled over to my side of the bed, making my way over to the closet so that I could get fully dressed.

On my way out of the room I looked over, making sure she hadn't woken up but she was still in the same position she was a few moments ago. I grabbed my phone and as quietly as I could opened the door and closed it most of the way before heading downstairs.

Just as I opened the door Jamie was pulling into the driveway, parking the truck and getting out. Katie pulled in behind him in his car.

"Thanks dude," I said as I grabbed the keys from him.

"Of course. Where is she?"

"Asleep. She had a migraine earlier. Wanna come inside for a bit?"

"Yeah sure."

"Oh shoot, hold on I gotta take this call, I'll be in in a few minutes," Katie said, answering her phone and going back towards their car.

The two of us walked inside and headed into the kitchen, grabbing some waters from the fridge. We spent a good 10 minutes just talking about training and a few other things before Brooke appeared in the doorway.

"Jesus Christ," she swore, pushing her, rather my, shirt down. "You never warn me when people are over," she laughed.

"You're fine its just Jamie," I laughed.

"Hey kiddo," Jamie smiled and gave her a hug.

"Hey bro how have you been?"

"Good! I heard you had a migraine?"

Brooke nodded, rubbing her eyes a bit. "Yeah its gone now though, that nap really helped," she smiled, and then yawned. "I'm sorry, I know you're like my older brother and its whatever.." she started, looking over at Jamie. "But I'm going to go put on some pants, because I feel like this shirt is so short. I'll be right back," she laughed and turned, walking out the entrance to the kitchen and back up the stairs.

I laughed and shook my head, sitting on one of the bar stools by the island.

"So are you going to take her out when she comes back down?" Jamie asked, quietly.

"Yeah, that's the thing, I haven't come up with a good idea how to get her out there without her being confused or knowing something is up."

"Hmm.." Jamie was in the middle of thinking of an idea when Brooke came back downstairs.

"So what's Katie been up to?" she asked as she sat on the bar stool next to me, Jamie leaning on the counter in front of us.

"Oh shes actually outside, she got a phone call before we were about to head in. She should be in any minute."

"Aw yay I feel like its been a while since I've seen her," Brooke smiled.

Jamie pulled out his phone and did a few things on it before putting it back in his pocket, looking over at me and giving me a slight nod. I figured he probably had some plan going on so I would just go with it.

We talked for about 10 minutes before Brooke's phone when off with a text. She looked at it and smiled "The dogs are ready to come home whenever we can go get them," she said, looking over to me.

Jamie looked at his phone and sighed. "Maybe we should go check on her.. shes been on the call for a while."

(Brooke's POV)

"Yeah sure," I smiled to Jamie as I got off the bar stool and made my way towards the front door, both Tyler and him following behind me. I was pretty sure that Katie was just fine, and the conversation was going on longer than she had planned, but I would humor him since I knew he worried.

I opened the front door and started to walk out, seeing her just getting out of their car but then I turned my head a bit, stopping dead in my tracks.

"Ty.."

"Yes babe?" I could already hear the smile in his voice.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "You didn't-"

"Oh I did," he smiled, wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing my temple.

I opened my eyes again, looking over the truck. I blinked and wiped my eyes not wanting to cry but my emotions were kind of all over the place as it was, and this was just too much to process. Tyler was too good to me, I didn't know what I did to deserve all of this.

"Thank you so much," I said, turning and wrapping my arms around him tightly, burring my face against his chest.

"Anything for you," he mumbled against my hair, holding my head against his chest. "You'll have to thank someone else too though."

I pulled back and looked up at him, a bit confused. "What?"

Tyler smiled down at me and wiped my cheeks. "I called Craig and he helped me pick out which one I got you," he said softly.

I gasped and pressed my face back against his chest. "You did not!" I mumbled against him.

He laughed "I did. I knew that he would know exactly what would be the best option."

"How did you get his number?" I asked as I stepped back from the embrace to finally go look at the truck with him.

"Well.. you may have left your phone downstairs one day and I.. may have borrowed it," he chuckled.

"Tyler!" I laughed and smiled at him. "Thank you," I said, standing on my tippy toes to give him a kiss.

We took a few minutes looking around the truck, me sitting in it to get the feel of it, adjusting the seats and mirrors for my height. I couldn't believe he had done this. Actually no, I could 100% believe that he did this. He told me he was going to, and I couldn't stop him. I appreciated so much that he wanted to do things like this for me, and while I didn't want him to and would never ask him to, I could see how happy it made him to do things like this for me. He constantly would tell me how all he wanted in life was to see me happy and he would never need another thing. Judging by the biggest smile on his face right now as he watched me, that was very much true.

I gave him another big hug and kiss, thanking him again before the four of us headed back inside to hang out for a little bit. It still hadn't fully hit me that the truck sitting in the driveway was mine now.

After Jamie and Katie left, Tyler smiled at me, tossing me the keys. "Wanna take it for a first drive?"

"We could get the dogs from the groomers," I smiled.

"You sure you want all that dog hair in your brand new truck?" Tyler asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They just got brushed and washed at the groomers!" I laughed.

"That doesn't stop them from shedding and you know it," Tyler laughed.

I nodded "True.. but its okay," I smiled and stood up, grabbing my purse and heading outside, hand and hand with Tyler.

[arplis]

Arplis - News: Hi guys, Brian here

I’m writing this post because we found out yesterday that Emily is allergic to pollen. Like, suuuuper allergic. Like, looking at her you’d think she’d watched “The Notebook” and the opening sequence from “Up” back to back. Her poor little lash-less eyes are so red and watery that she can barely see. Also she’s been so congested at night that she can’t sleep. So last night she took something to knock herself out, and she’s still out as I write this, which is 7:39 am on Friday. That’s crazy for Emily, she’s usually up at 5:30 writing posts for the blog. So now I’m up early writing for the blog. I’ll keep you posted on when she wakes up… Hopefully, she goes for a while, she needs it. Let’s start with a video so you can get the full scale and get Emily right before the pollen fully attacked (just wait for the ad to play). OK. I’m back. The garage. This has a special significance for me because there’s something innate in men to have a squared away garage. I think it’s because the garage is the one room in the house (or out of the house I guess) where function matters more than form. It’s kind of the only place where I can win some design battles. In a garage, you’re not trying to figure out which pouf would offset the muted tones of a chaise lounge, you’re trying to figure out how many rakes can we fit on that wall. And that’s my kind of design. The problem is, I’m lacking motivation to do things right now, which I think is a symptom of the whole quarantine thing. After home-schooling the kids in the morning, I find myself acting like an old British man, mumbling incoherently and stumbling around the house in a daze until cocktail hour. But Emily, pre-allergies, is ever-motivated and kept threatened to do the garage herself until I acquiesced. So off to the garage we went! Our garage here at the Mountain House is pretty small and has not been organized in about a year. Plus it was the storage site for the reader event we threw and photoshoots we did last year, so there’s a lot that needs to be sorted and donated or driven back to LA. Here’s Emily showing off the space before her face got attacked by pollen. As you can see, we never spent a lot of time thinking about the organization of this space. Emily and I are both kind of “I’ll just put this here and deal with it later” people, which isn’t a good combination when it comes to garages. We’ve got a shelving unit up, but it’s not being used very well. And we’ve got lots of random stuff near the shelves, but we just didn’t make it to the final step of putting them on the shelves, which is hilarious. Plus we have a bunch of stuff we need to find new homes for (not in our home) like the rugs, and some chairs, and some lampshades. We have a LOT of random lampshades. Anyone else have that problem? BTW, it’s 8:01 am, and still no Emily. It’s getting to that point where I might go check to see if she’s still breathing. So after Emily got the old British drunk to focus on the garage, we figured out some specific things that we needed: storage for our tools and yard stuff, space for our bikes, an area that we can rotate for seasonal things like beach stuff in summer and sled stuff in winter, a redesign of the shelving, and of course space enough to park my 6 seat “Ferrari” golf cart, which I will still defend as one of the best craigslist finds any human has ever made. I mean the best, right?? Ok moving along… It should be noted that there originally wasn’t access to the garage from inside the house so we put in that little stairway (it has to be that big for code, but we could certainly reduce its footprint). We love the access and we use it all the time but it does mean that we will never be able to put an actual car in here. But honestly, it’s so small that we don’t know if we would have been able to fit our big cars anyway. So yes, we need to be able to put the Ferrari in there, but that’s about it. Here are more pics of the whole original mess: We have a lot of Christmas stuff in those bins, which takes up a lot of space. We need to find a new spot for it though because it’s silly that something we only use for two months is dictating so much space for the whole year. First Round of Organization After everything was removed and cleaned it was much easier to see what might be possible in there. We gave some stuff to some neighbors up here, we drove some stuff back to LA, we relocated some stuff, and we learned that we had a lot of broken things that had to go in the trash. Emily just came out of the bedroom, it’s 8:11 am. I don’t think she’s slept in that late since college. She says she’s feeling better today. So here are some decisions we still need to make: We need shelving, but could certainly make it nicer than that. And while we love that staircase do we want to make it nicer than that? Paint the janky railing? Like I said, we could have made it just three steps down without the railing but not legally, so we put in this big guy. We aren’t terribly motivated to demo it out and likely will just work with it for now. The big black fridge came out of the kitchen during the remodel, and we were using it for secondary food storage, until someone accidentally unplugged it before we left for a few months. When we came back and made the mistake of cracking the door open, we were slapped with the most gag-inducing putrid smell and discovered a moldy sludge that had covered all the surfaces. We closed it back up and there it sits like the arc of the covenant, waiting to melt someone else’s face off. We tried disinfecting it, but it may be a lost cause. We need to make a call on this one. Like how much do we REALLY need a garage fridge?? Emily doesn’t think we need a garage fridge, because apparently she’s ok with pulling out 12 pounds of food to access the thing she wants in the back of our kitchen fridge. She says we’re doing fine without it now, but I’m less optimistic. Maybe things will change in a bit, but right now we are doing huge grocery shops to lessen the frequency of shopping, which means that every time we open the fridge it’s like that cliché scene in every comedy movie where the guy opens the closet full of stuff and everything falls on top of him, capped by a late bowling ball to the head. That’s our fridge, but it’s a jar of bread and butter pickles that rolls out last. I also think a garage fridge is a perfect pace for beverages, which take up a bunch of room. And our kids aren’t old enough yet to try to steal adult beverages out of the garage fridge, so we’re good right? I mean, once they turn 13, I’ll put a lock on it, like my friend Alan’s dad should have. But for now, we’re good. What do you guys think? Fridge or no fridge? I got a big-brimmed hat at the hardware store and I’m now super into yard work. I bagged 17 contractor bags of oak leaves last week and still have more to do, so I obviously need some space for my tools. We have this little nook that is a covered space for storage if need be (and another entrance into the garage), we may put the bikes in here if we can figure out how to get them in there and still have space to get into the garage from the side yard. It took hours for us to clean and it wasn’t pretty. It was full of so much extra tile, leaves, random paint cans, our friend’s kayaks we just inherited, and empty gross Pepsi bottles left over from the construction crew (from two years ago). We feel very accomplished that it looks like this now: We actually found some unused space up in the attic that we stuffed all the Christmas and winter stuff in, which was super helpful. The attic entrance is across from the kids’ play area, and the other storage space we have is behind a hidden door that goes to the guts of the house. What’s Now? We still have to figure out things like the shelving and the fridge. We also are going to find a way to hang the bikes because they take up an abnormal amount of space. Also, the ceilings are nice and high, so we’re trying to figure out if there’s a way to hang some stuff up there for storage. The Solutions We need some tool storage but I don’t know if we really need anything fancy. It seems like at least considering something like this (below) would be nice and may make me feel more manly. Like whenever I have to replace a battery in a kid’s toy I can make a big deal out of folding out my workbench and feel like a handy guy. image source I’m also worried that I would leave all my tools on the table instead of hanging them up in their right place. I think I may need a big box to throw them in. I know, I’m lazy, but it’s folly to think that I’m going to change. This person’s garage is dreamy. design and photo by simply organized I feel like this is good inspo for storage. The only problem for us is that the space between the wall and that big staircase is pretty narrow so I don’t think we could hang bikes and pull the golf cart in…. a sentence I never imagined that I would ever write. Sorry, I know these are all champagne “problems” but hey, we’re writing what we’re actually going through up here. But I really like how there’s two rows of storage happening, the shelf for bins and underneath for hanging things that get used often. These are some good broom and rake storage options that could work: 1. LETMY Broom Holder Wall Mounted | 2. Corner Double Tool Rack | 3. Koova Wall Mount Garden and Garage Tool Organizer | 4. Deluxe Tool Tower | 5. Goowin Broom Holder | 6. Stalwart Rolling Garden We thought about getting a small outdoor shed to house things like rakes and such, but I think it makes more sense to keep everything contained to the garage. Plus it’s been impossible to find a shed that has gotten Emily’s approval. image source We got into mountain biking up here, and Charlie is finally up and running on a peddle bike, so we definitely will be using them a lot. Right now, I think mine is laying in a pile of leaves on one side of the house while Emily’s and Charlie’s are sprawled out around a tree on the other side. That can’t keep happening, our neighbors must think that we’ve been raptured mid-bike-ride. So we will try one of these. Have you guys used any that you recommend? 1. TORACK Bike Rack Garage | 2. 6-Bike Storage Rack 2.0 | 3. Elfa Utility Vertical Bike Hook | 4. Copenhagen Wall Mount Bike Rack | 5. Delta Cycle Leonardo Da Vinci Single Bike Storage| 6. Bike Wall Mount And while we’ve found a way to clear out most of our bins, I’m sure we’ll accumulate more, so we’ll need a good vertical storage system. I’d love to say I could build one, but I’d also love to say that I can do a standing jump over a car or that I can run faster than a gazelle. I’m just not that handy y’all. design and photo by simply organized | design and photo by modern builds Here are some solutions we are considering… 1. Platinum Elfa Utility Basement Storage | 2. Bror | 3. Matias the Heavy Duty Storage System Ceiling Mounted Rack | 4. Shelf Steel Freestanding Storage Cabinet | 5. Chrome-Finished Tower Shelving | 6. LEXIMOUNTS WR24B Storage Rack Lord knows we go through a lot of storage here in Emily Hendersonland, and we’ve used lots of types of bins. Here are my tips – they can’t be hard plastic because they break, they have to have a good seal, preferably not the clip handle because those break, they should have good grips for when you move them a hundred times, and they should be stackable. 1. Tough Storage Bin | 2. Brute Tote Storage Container | 3. Heavy Duty 54 Gal. Storage Bin So that’s where we are with the garage so far. We’ve got a long way to go, but it’s looking much better in there, plus we’ve kept it pretty clean since the organizing day. We’ll see how long that lasts. But at least for now, the garage is no longer a place to just dump stuff and go, it’s clean and organized and we can see the potential. Or at least I can see the potential, Emily may not be able to see much until spring is over. Stupid pollen. The post We Tackled Our Non-Functional Garage and These Are Our Ideas To Maximize It appeared first on Emily Henderson. #Design101 #MountainHouse #Design101

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[agilenano]

Agilenano - News: Hi guys, Brian here

I’m writing this post because we found out yesterday that Emily is allergic to pollen. Like, suuuuper allergic. Like, looking at her you’d think she’d watched “The Notebook” and the opening sequence from “Up” back to back. Her poor little lash-less eyes are so red and watery that she can barely see. Also she’s been so congested at night that she can’t sleep. So last night she took something to knock herself out, and she’s still out as I write this, which is 7:39 am on Friday. That’s crazy for Emily, she’s usually up at 5:30 writing posts for the blog. So now I’m up early writing for the blog. I’ll keep you posted on when she wakes up… Hopefully, she goes for a while, she needs it. Let’s start with a video so you can get the full scale and get Emily right before the pollen fully attacked (just wait for the ad to play). OK. I’m back. The garage. This has a special significance for me because there’s something innate in men to have a squared away garage. I think it’s because the garage is the one room in the house (or out of the house I guess) where function matters more than form. It’s kind of the only place where I can win some design battles. In a garage, you’re not trying to figure out which pouf would offset the muted tones of a chaise lounge, you’re trying to figure out how many rakes can we fit on that wall. And that’s my kind of design. The problem is, I’m lacking motivation to do things right now, which I think is a symptom of the whole quarantine thing. After home-schooling the kids in the morning, I find myself acting like an old British man, mumbling incoherently and stumbling around the house in a daze until cocktail hour. But Emily, pre-allergies, is ever-motivated and kept threatened to do the garage herself until I acquiesced. So off to the garage we went! Our garage here at the Mountain House is pretty small and has not been organized in about a year. Plus it was the storage site for the reader event we threw and photoshoots we did last year, so there’s a lot that needs to be sorted and donated or driven back to LA. Here’s Emily showing off the space before her face got attacked by pollen. As you can see, we never spent a lot of time thinking about the organization of this space. Emily and I are both kind of “I’ll just put this here and deal with it later” people, which isn’t a good combination when it comes to garages. We’ve got a shelving unit up, but it’s not being used very well. And we’ve got lots of random stuff near the shelves, but we just didn’t make it to the final step of putting them on the shelves, which is hilarious. Plus we have a bunch of stuff we need to find new homes for (not in our home) like the rugs, and some chairs, and some lampshades. We have a LOT of random lampshades. Anyone else have that problem? BTW, it’s 8:01 am, and still no Emily. It’s getting to that point where I might go check to see if she’s still breathing. So after Emily got the old British drunk to focus on the garage, we figured out some specific things that we needed: storage for our tools and yard stuff, space for our bikes, an area that we can rotate for seasonal things like beach stuff in summer and sled stuff in winter, a redesign of the shelving, and of course space enough to park my 6 seat “Ferrari” golf cart, which I will still defend as one of the best craigslist finds any human has ever made. I mean the best, right?? Ok moving along… It should be noted that there originally wasn’t access to the garage from inside the house so we put in that little stairway (it has to be that big for code, but we could certainly reduce its footprint). We love the access and we use it all the time but it does mean that we will never be able to put an actual car in here. But honestly, it’s so small that we don’t know if we would have been able to fit our big cars anyway. So yes, we need to be able to put the Ferrari in there, but that’s about it. Here are more pics of the whole original mess: We have a lot of Christmas stuff in those bins, which takes up a lot of space. We need to find a new spot for it though because it’s silly that something we only use for two months is dictating so much space for the whole year. First Round of Organization After everything was removed and cleaned it was much easier to see what might be possible in there. We gave some stuff to some neighbors up here, we drove some stuff back to LA, we relocated some stuff, and we learned that we had a lot of broken things that had to go in the trash. Emily just came out of the bedroom, it’s 8:11 am. I don’t think she’s slept in that late since college. She says she’s feeling better today. So here are some decisions we still need to make: We need shelving, but could certainly make it nicer than that. And while we love that staircase do we want to make it nicer than that? Paint the janky railing? Like I said, we could have made it just three steps down without the railing but not legally, so we put in this big guy. We aren’t terribly motivated to demo it out and likely will just work with it for now. The big black fridge came out of the kitchen during the remodel, and we were using it for secondary food storage, until someone accidentally unplugged it before we left for a few months. When we came back and made the mistake of cracking the door open, we were slapped with the most gag-inducing putrid smell and discovered a moldy sludge that had covered all the surfaces. We closed it back up and there it sits like the arc of the covenant, waiting to melt someone else’s face off. We tried disinfecting it, but it may be a lost cause. We need to make a call on this one. Like how much do we REALLY need a garage fridge?? Emily doesn’t think we need a garage fridge, because apparently she’s ok with pulling out 12 pounds of food to access the thing she wants in the back of our kitchen fridge. She says we’re doing fine without it now, but I’m less optimistic. Maybe things will change in a bit, but right now we are doing huge grocery shops to lessen the frequency of shopping, which means that every time we open the fridge it’s like that cliché scene in every comedy movie where the guy opens the closet full of stuff and everything falls on top of him, capped by a late bowling ball to the head. That’s our fridge, but it’s a jar of bread and butter pickles that rolls out last. I also think a garage fridge is a perfect pace for beverages, which take up a bunch of room. And our kids aren’t old enough yet to try to steal adult beverages out of the garage fridge, so we’re good right? I mean, once they turn 13, I’ll put a lock on it, like my friend Alan’s dad should have. But for now, we’re good. What do you guys think? Fridge or no fridge? I got a big-brimmed hat at the hardware store and I’m now super into yard work. I bagged 17 contractor bags of oak leaves last week and still have more to do, so I obviously need some space for my tools. We have this little nook that is a covered space for storage if need be (and another entrance into the garage), we may put the bikes in here if we can figure out how to get them in there and still have space to get into the garage from the side yard. It took hours for us to clean and it wasn’t pretty. It was full of so much extra tile, leaves, random paint cans, our friend’s kayaks we just inherited, and empty gross Pepsi bottles left over from the construction crew (from two years ago). We feel very accomplished that it looks like this now: We actually found some unused space up in the attic that we stuffed all the Christmas and winter stuff in, which was super helpful. The attic entrance is across from the kids’ play area, and the other storage space we have is behind a hidden door that goes to the guts of the house. What’s Now? We still have to figure out things like the shelving and the fridge. We also are going to find a way to hang the bikes because they take up an abnormal amount of space. Also, the ceilings are nice and high, so we’re trying to figure out if there’s a way to hang some stuff up there for storage. The Solutions We need some tool storage but I don’t know if we really need anything fancy. It seems like at least considering something like this (below) would be nice and may make me feel more manly. Like whenever I have to replace a battery in a kid’s toy I can make a big deal out of folding out my workbench and feel like a handy guy. image source I’m also worried that I would leave all my tools on the table instead of hanging them up in their right place. I think I may need a big box to throw them in. I know, I’m lazy, but it’s folly to think that I’m going to change. This person’s garage is dreamy. design and photo by simply organized I feel like this is good inspo for storage. The only problem for us is that the space between the wall and that big staircase is pretty narrow so I don’t think we could hang bikes and pull the golf cart in…. a sentence I never imagined that I would ever write. Sorry, I know these are all champagne “problems” but hey, we’re writing what we’re actually going through up here. But I really like how there’s two rows of storage happening, the shelf for bins and underneath for hanging things that get used often. These are some good broom and rake storage options that could work: 1. LETMY Broom Holder Wall Mounted | 2. Corner Double Tool Rack | 3. Koova Wall Mount Garden and Garage Tool Organizer | 4. Deluxe Tool Tower | 5. Goowin Broom Holder | 6. Stalwart Rolling Garden We thought about getting a small outdoor shed to house things like rakes and such, but I think it makes more sense to keep everything contained to the garage. Plus it’s been impossible to find a shed that has gotten Emily’s approval. image source We got into mountain biking up here, and Charlie is finally up and running on a peddle bike, so we definitely will be using them a lot. Right now, I think mine is laying in a pile of leaves on one side of the house while Emily’s and Charlie’s are sprawled out around a tree on the other side. That can’t keep happening, our neighbors must think that we’ve been raptured mid-bike-ride. So we will try one of these. Have you guys used any that you recommend? 1. TORACK Bike Rack Garage | 2. 6-Bike Storage Rack 2.0 | 3. Elfa Utility Vertical Bike Hook | 4. Copenhagen Wall Mount Bike Rack | 5. Delta Cycle Leonardo Da Vinci Single Bike Storage| 6. Bike Wall Mount And while we’ve found a way to clear out most of our bins, I’m sure we’ll accumulate more, so we’ll need a good vertical storage system. I’d love to say I could build one, but I’d also love to say that I can do a standing jump over a car or that I can run faster than a gazelle. I’m just not that handy y’all. design and photo by simply organized | design and photo by modern builds Here are some solutions we are considering… 1. Platinum Elfa Utility Basement Storage | 2. Bror | 3. Matias the Heavy Duty Storage System Ceiling Mounted Rack | 4. Shelf Steel Freestanding Storage Cabinet | 5. Chrome-Finished Tower Shelving | 6. LEXIMOUNTS WR24B Storage Rack Lord knows we go through a lot of storage here in Emily Hendersonland, and we’ve used lots of types of bins. Here are my tips – they can’t be hard plastic because they break, they have to have a good seal, preferably not the clip handle because those break, they should have good grips for when you move them a hundred times, and they should be stackable. 1. Tough Storage Bin | 2. Brute Tote Storage Container | 3. Heavy Duty 54 Gal. Storage Bin So that’s where we are with the garage so far. We’ve got a long way to go, but it’s looking much better in there, plus we’ve kept it pretty clean since the organizing day. We’ll see how long that lasts. But at least for now, the garage is no longer a place to just dump stuff and go, it’s clean and organized and we can see the potential. Or at least I can see the potential, Emily may not be able to see much until spring is over. Stupid pollen. The post We Tackled Our Non-Functional Garage and These Are Our Ideas To Maximize It appeared first on Emily Henderson. #MountainHouse #Design101 #Design101

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[returntothefalls]

Prologue

Return to the Falls, a Gravity Falls fanfiction

Before heading back to Gravity Falls for the summer, Stan and Ford make a quick stop at an old haunt.  However, they are surprised to also find a familiar face waiting for them.

(Chapter 1 of “Return to the Falls”, a Gravity Falls fanfiction.  The up-to-date entirety can be found here.)

A.

The old man opened his eyes and blinked, confused.  He was in the living room, in the old recliner, the best seat in the house.  He must have dozed off while watching “Duck-tective,” but that didn’t seem right.  That show engrossed him far too much to put him to sleep, even if he’d seen the episode a hundred times.

X.

The TV was turned off, but that in itself wasn’t odd.  If he’d fallen asleep with it on, his brother would have shut it off.  That old nerd hated wasting energy and had gone on a big power-saving kick after getting the house back in working order, insisting that the rest of the family keep their lights off and devices unplugged when not necessary.  Of course, that all seemed pretty rich coming from the guy who built a giant universe portal that ran exclusively on raw nuclear waste.  It was a miracle the thing hadn’t rendered the whole town uninhabitable when it went to pieces.

O.

Stan looked around, frowning.  Had he imagined that sound?  Maybe his hearing aid was on the fritz.  The house seemed to be quiet, after all.  The kids must have been outside.  Or … what time was it?  Afternoon?  Night?  The fact that he’d dozed off didn’t help him much; he could fall asleep in the armchair no matter the hour.  Oh well, he felt no need to worry.  Right now, all he wanted was a nice cool drink to counteract the heavy summer air.

L.

A slight noise drew his attention and he glanced to his right.  A pink aluminum can sat on the dinosaur skull end table.  Had that been there before?  He grabbed it and nearly dropped it in surprise; it was ice cold.  Maybe Mabel had left it.  She knew how much he loved his Pitt Cola, especially on a hot day like this.  Without further question, he popped the tab.

O.

The frosty beverage fizzed delightfully in his mouth.  He took a long, refreshing drink and sighed in contentment.  Now this was more like it.  If the kids were out, he might as well just kick back and enjoy some alone time.  He took another swig of his soda and picked up the remote.  With the house to himself, this would be the perfect time to check out the Black and White Period Piece Old Lady Boring Movie Channel.  The Shack was usually too busy for him to have a private moment to sit down and enjoy his guilty pleasure in peace.  He pressed the power button.

T.

There was a soft sound, like the gentle whisper of a breeze, but the television did not come on.  He frowned and jabbed the button again.  Still, there was no reaction.  The batteries must have been dead.  Of course this couldn’t be easy.  He flopped back in the chair and groaned, even though no one was around to appreciate his dramatics.  Why couldn’t Ford have invented a lifelong remote battery, or a robot butler to fetch new batteries, or something useful of that nature.  Surely he and the hillbilly could have put something together.  Sighing, Stan stood up, resigning himself to the fact that he’d have to move from his seat in order to change the batteries.

L.

The TV flashed on, startling him with the sudden burst of color and sound.  A young man with brown hair and an open-collared shirt danced onto the screen.  “Hi, I’m Stan Pines of Stan Co. Enterprises!”  Stan recoiled in shock from the face.  His face.

A.

It was a voice, fully audible now, emanating from everywhere and nowhere.  This time, Stan heard it clearly over the commercial.  The TV screen buzzed with static and the image changed.  It was the younger Stan again, now sporting a bushy mustache.  “Hi, I’m Steve Pinington!”  Stan backed away further, sweat running down his back.  Was it getting hotter?  Was the TV possessed?  Weirder things had happened in the Shack.  Steam rose from the aquarium tank and, judging by the smell, Mabel’s lobster had been boiled to delicious perfection.

X.

Stan’s hair stood on end.  The room felt charged by the voice, like lightning was about to strike.  The TV flickered again.  “Hi, I’m Stetson Pinefield!  Are you tired of piles of owls constantly blocking your driveway?”

O.

The images flew by faster and faster.  Stan’s skin was like wax, melting and dripping to the floor, but he felt no pain.

L.

“I’m Hal Forrester!”

O.

“They call me 8-Ball Alcatraz!”

T.

“Hi, I’m Mr. Mystery!”

L.

An exterior shot of the Mystery Shack remained on the screen, but its surroundings changed.  The sign fell away, the decorations disappeared.  Snow blanketed the house.  The man of many names was still there, standing on the front porch, staring longingly at the door.

A.    X.  O.  L.  O.  T.  L.

The voice droned on with greater intensity.  Stan sank to his knees, which squished sickeningly into the carpet.  The picture darkened and the Shack faded away, but a strange orange symbol still glowed in the blackness.  Without warning, Stan’s back seared with pain and he screamed as blue fire erupted from his scar.

A X O L O T L.

The screen changed one more time.  Another man appeared, almost identical to the young Stan, but wilder, a manic glint in his unblinking eyes.  A tattered red book was clutched in his six-fingered hands.  He stared into Stan’s eyes as though he were there in the room, not merely an image on a screen.  And perhaps he was.

The Journal floated out of his hand, pages flipping wildly in an unfelt gale.  Azure flames licked at Stan’s legs and he struggled to stand back up, but he slumped forward again, his decaying body unable to handle the effort.  A long, merciless laugh rang out, coming from the flames, from the Journal, from the doppelganger in the television.

A X O L O T L A X O L O T L A X O L O T L.

The fire loomed over Stan, twisting and writhing like an entity in itself.  From within the chaotic mass, a familiar shape began to emerge.

“Stanley?”

The man from the TV was looking up at the fire, panic in his eyes.  He lifted up into the air, his arms flailing, as he was drawn through the screen and toward the hellish triangle.  Stan lunged forward, mustering all his energy, but he still could not reach.  “St-Stanford!”  He gritted his teeth, ignoring the flesh-colored drops that fell from his fingertips.

“Stanley?”  The young Stanford was frantic, kicking and screaming in a vain attempt to distance himself from the fire.  A white light glowed in the center of the triangle, shining like a beacon amidst the scorching sapphire.  The mocking laughter shook the earth.

Stan tried to lift his arms, but his energy was gone.  He fell to his side, could feel his cheeks sticking in the carpet, but his eyes were still locked on his brother.  The words came unbidden to his lips.  “I just got him back, I can’t lose him again!”

But he did not stop.  With one final scream, Stanford disappeared into the light and the triangle, still laughing hysterically, crashed down onto Stan, consuming him in fire.

“Stanley!!!”

Stan sat straight up, gasping for breath.  He spun around, but the flames were gone.  The entire room had changed.  He was sitting in a bed, a rather small one.  His bed.  He grabbed his glasses from the small bedside table and slipped them on, blinking as the world came into focus.  The small cabin rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of the sea that he had grown so accustomed to.  A figure stooped by the bed, gripping Stan’s arm with both hands.  It was his brother – the grizzled old adventurer, not his crazy-eyed younger counterpart, driven half-insane by nightmares and paranoia.

Ford smiled, apparently relieved.  “Thank goodness, you’re awake.”

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Stan grumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes.  “I’m an old man, sleepin’ is one o’ the few pleasures left in life.”

“Sorry, but you were mumbling and thrashing around,” Ford said.  “Seemed like you were having a nightmare.  Everything okay?”

Stan swallowed hard, the image of the younger Ford covered in blue flames flashing through his mind again.  “Of course I’m fine,” he said, keeping his voice steady.  “I met the king o’ nightmares once, and I smashed his two-dimensional keister into a million pieces.  There’s no nightmare left that can get the jump on ole Stanley Pines.”

Ford gave a short laugh.  “Alright, fair point.  But don’t hesitate if there’s anything you need to talk about.  I promise, I’ll listen.”

“Don’t get all mushy on me yet,” Stan said, lightly shoving his brother aside as he climbed out of bed.  “I haven’t even had my coffee.”

“Already poured you a mug,” Ford said, moving to the door.  “Drink it fast and get ready.  We arrived while you were sleeping.”

Stan froze halfway through pulling on his pants.  “Here?  Already?”  He pushed past Ford and stepped out of the cabin.  The ocean breeze tousled his shaggy hair as he crossed the deck, inhaling a deep lungful of tasty sea air.  He leaned over the rail and gazed across the gray water to the dingy shore beyond.

Ford appeared next to him, coffee in hand.  “I honestly never thought I’d see this place again.”  He paused, watching a seagull as it drifted in lazy circles overhead.  “I wasn’t sure I wanted to see this place again.”

“I know the feeling,” Stan said.  “Technically speaking, I shouldn’t even set foot in the state.  But hey, it’s been forty some years, no one’s gonna remember my ugly mug.”

Ford smirked.  “Well, let’s get this over with.  You get dressed and I’ll take us in.”

Stan turned back to the cabin, then glanced over his shoulder again at the city awaiting him.  “I’m finally back,” he murmured, feeling almost dreamlike as he looked across the misty bay to the small wooden sign standing at the water’s edge, too far away to read but familiar nonetheless.  “Glass Shard Beach.”

***

Strange as it was to return to Glass Shard Beach after so many decades, their entry had been quick and easy.  Ford got them a good price for docking – and Stan continued haggling with the dockworker until the poor sap settled for $5 and an “ancient Antarctic artifact” made of paperclips, chewed gum, and some soon-to-be melted ice cubes.  From there, they set out on foot, visiting a few familiar haunts.  For a silent thirty minutes, they sat in the sand beneath a dilapidated old swingset, its seats long ago rotted away, and watched calm foamy waves lap at the shore.  They explored the cave that had seemed like a whole new world to two adventurous New Jersey preteens; now, it was small and empty, offering nothing more than hollow nostalgia.  The old pawn shop had been converted into a tattoo parlor.  Stan joked that they ought to get matching tattoos, but Ford just pulled his coat a little more tightly around his neck and kept walking.  And now, after a hearty breakfast at Hot Belgian Waffles, they reached their final destination.

Raindrops began to fall, slowly at first.  Ford opened his umbrella and held it over Stan and himself.  The brothers stood before three weathered stones.  They were alone in the cemetery with nothing but unvoiced thoughts and unseen ghosts.  Stan’s eyes ran over each of the graves, waiting for some kind of emotion to stir up inside him:  sadness, regret, satisfaction?  But he felt only emptiness as he read the three names again and again:  his father’s, his mother’s, and his own.

Ford was the first to break the silence.  “It was three days before I thought of them.”  Stan kept his eyes locked on Filbrick’s name.  “I’d been back in Gravity Falls for three days,” Ford continued.  “I was in the basement, dismantling the Portal.  Much easier to take apart than it was to build.  But I guess that’s true for most things.”  He chuckled quietly, but his smile faded as he looked at Stan.  “Things had calmed down a bit by then, and I found myself thinking about all that I’d missed in the thirty years I was gone.  And I thought about Ma, and Dad, and … well, I knew there was no way they’d still be around.  So I never bothered to ask.  And I thought a hundred times about coming back here to see them, but …”  He trailed off.

Stan put a hand on Ford’s shoulder.  “I would never’ve come back here without you either, Sixer.”

Ford smiled.  “Thank you, Stanley.”

Stan gently elbowed his brother in the ribs.  “That wasn’t so hard to say now, was it?”  The two laughed, and Stan marveled at how far they’d come in the last nine months.  That which had once divided them now brought them together.

“I’m glad we could do this,” Ford said.  He frowned, gesturing to the third gravestone.  “But we should probably tell somebody that you’re not actually dead.”

“Eh, the less people who know that, the better,” Stan said, waving his hand dismissively.  “And, uh, ya should probably check with me before ya make any out-o’-state trips in the future.  There may or may not be a few outstanding warrants in your name in the Northwest.  And the Southwest.  And the Midwest, the South, pretty much all your contiguous United States.  And, uh, you’re not sittin’ too hot south of the border either.  Basically, just stick to Oregon, Canada, and international waters, and even then I can’t make any promises.”

Ford sighed, massaging his temple and smiling in spite of himself.  “I’ll try to keep that in mind.  Now come on, we’d better get moving if we’re hoping to get home on time.”

Stan nodded.  “Nothin’ left for us in this town anyway.”  Together, he and Ford turned away from the graves, ready to leave, but they immediately stopped in their tracks.

Another figure was strolling down the path toward them, shielded from the rain by a purple umbrella spotted with a white floral design.  It was an old woman, her face wrinkled and her shoulder-length hair white, but her stride was long and confident, undeterred by her onset age.  Stan squinted at her, his brow furrowed in concentration.  Even after his time spent with Ford and the kids, there were still little gaps in his memory that plagued him from time to time.  And now something was setting off bells in his head, an image fighting to resurface at the edge of his consciousness.

The woman paused mid-step as she saw the two men in front of her, then continued toward them, flashing a friendly smile.  “And here I thought I’d be the only one out here on a gloomy day like this,” she said.

Ford waited for Stan to speak – normally he was the one to take charge in social situations – but Stan’s mouth remained set in a grim line.  “We were just in town for the day,” Ford said quickly.  “Just leaving now, if you’ll excuse us.”

“Oh, of course,” the woman said, stepping aside.  She glanced at the three gravestones as Ford moved past her, dragging Stan alongside him.  “Did you know the Pines family?” she asked.

Ford didn’t look back.  “Yes, we knew them.”

The woman nodded.  “I did too, a long time ago.  I thought I’d come see them one more time before I moved on to greener pastures.”  She stared at the third tombstone for a moment before looking back to the brothers.  “They suffered so much.  But I’m sure you knew that already.”  She smiled sadly.  “I had just left town before it all started falling apart.  Maybe if I’d stuck around, I could have done something to help.”

Stan gave a harsh laugh and finally met her gaze.  “Lady, lemme tell ya, there’s nothin’ you or anyone else coulda done to help that mess of a family.”

The woman locked eyes with Stan, her expression mournful yet curious.  Stan simply shrugged and turned away, nudging Ford to start moving.  However, before he could take a step, the quiet voice behind him spoke once more.

“Stanley?”

He froze.  Slowly he turned back.  A single word popped into his head; it was strange, nonsensical, but it felt right.  He was on the cusp of remembering, he just had to let that one word loose in the air.

“Hotpants?”

The woman laughed, even as her eyes brimmed with tears.  “No one’s called me that in a long time.”  She ran forward, dropping her umbrella in the dirt and throwing her arms around Stan.  A rush of warmth ran through him as the bubbles of memory burst in his brain.  He’d felt these arms wrapped around his neck before.

Ford’s eyes widened as he came to the same realization.  “Carla?  Carla McCorkle?”

“It’s good to see you, Stanford,” she said, pulling back from Stan and bending down to retrieve her discarded umbrella.  She looked between the two brothers and laughed again.  “I can’t believe I’m standing here with you two.”  She glanced back at gravestones.  “You know, I always wondered about you, Stanley.  Seemed to me that a crazy guy like you would never kick the bucket so easily.  But to think that I’d find you here now…”  She wiped away a few stray tears.  “Well, I never dared to hope for that.”

“I never thought I’d see you again either,” Stan said.  “I’ve, uh, had a lot on my plate for the last few decades.”

“I can imagine,” Carla said.  “Wow, I just … wow.  You’re alive.  Stanley Filbrick Pines is alive and standing right in front of me.”  She looked to Ford.  “There’s a story here.”

“A long one,” Ford said.

Stan scoffed.  “My brother got too deep into sciency stuff and I had to fake my death and pretend to be him for thirty years while I tried to save his life.”  He shrugged.  “Pretty simple, if ya ask me.”

Carla raised an eyebrow.  “Sounds like you’ve come a long ways from driving my boyfriend’s van off a cliff.”

“That hippie jerk was hypnotizin’ ya with his trash flower music!” Stan said.  “I stand by what I did!”  His voice softened.  “But y’know, I’m, uh, sorry for all that.  My nephew tells me that mighta been a bit much.”

“I appreciate the apology,” Carla said.  “But don’t worry about it.  I’m sure you’ve grown a lot since then.”

“Less than you probably think,” Ford muttered, earning a jab in the ribs from his brother.

Carla was unable to hide her smile.  “So, you say you have a nephew?  Do you two have families?”

Stan grinned sheepishly.  “Eh, we have our niece and nephew, Shermie’s grandkids.  But that’s it.  I dated around, but I never found anyone worth settlin’ down with.  And my nerd brother ain’t exactly the marryin’ type.”  He leaned in closer, glancing conspiratorially back at Ford.  “Though if ya ask me, there’s a hillbilly back home he’d make a cute couple with.”

“Stan, I can hear you.”

Stan ignored Ford and winked at Carla.  “And what about you?  Live happily ever after with your granola-munchin’ Prince Charming?”

Carla snorted derisively.  “No, Thistle Downe went out with disco.  Dark times, those 70’s.”  She shuddered.  “But your story sounds a lot like mine.  There were a few guys who came and went, but none of them were right for me.”

“Shame, they all missed out,” Stan said.  “You’ve aged phenomenally.”  He blushed.  “Er, y’know, for an old broad.”

“How flattering,” Carla said dryly.  “You’ve not done too bad yourself, Stan Pines.”  Stan’s face grew redder and Carla laughed.

Ford cleared his throat.  “Not to intrude on this happy reunion, but we do have places to be.  The kids will be coming to town in a week and we hope to be there when they arrive.”

“Geez, Poindexter, sounds like you’re in a hurry to get rid of me,” Carla said, her tone playful.

Stan sighed.  “Much of a buzzkill as he may be, my brother’s right.”

“I understand completely,” Carla said.  She smiled.  “It sounds like everything has turned out pretty well for you guys.  I’m really happy for you.  After everything that went down back in high school, I was afraid of where you would end up.”

“We went through a lotta bad stuff,” Stan said.  “And it took us a long time to get past it.  But we made it.”  He grinned.  “Maybe I’ll tell ya the whole story sometime.”

“I’d love to talk again,” Carla said.  “Can I have your cell number?”

Stan scowled.  “Hey, I’ll have you know I haven’t been to jail since … er, if ya don’t count that night for the Madame Ben Franklin dollars, or that whole nuclear waste thing that I was completely innocent of, then I guess it would be –”

Carla smirked.  “Stan, I mean your cell phone number.”

Stan’s face flushed red again.  “Er, yeah, of course.  Uh, Ford, do we have one of those doohickeys?”

“Fiddleford fixed up this old laptop to give us direct video connection to Dipper, Mabel, and Soos’s devices,” Ford said.  “And he also gave me this long-range walkie talkie for whenever we need tech support, like when Stan tries using the computer to check his cash-for-gold sites and crashes it with pop-up advertisements.”

“It’s important business!” Stan said indignantly.  He leaned closer to Carla again.  “Y’see, there’s change comin’.  People say gold’s on the rise, but the real money’s in turquoise.  Little pro-tip for ya.”

Ford sighed.  “So to answer your question, no, we don’t have a cell phone.”

Carla laughed.  “No worries.  I’m sure we’ll get something worked out.  Ask your niece and nephew to look me up on the Internet, they can hook us up.”

“It’s a deal,” Stan said.  “If you’re ever in the neighborhood, just drop on by.  That’s Gravity Falls, Oregon, by the way.  Come to the Mystery Shack, buy some keychains, and ask for the original Mr. Mystery.”  He gave a thumbs up and winked.  “That’s me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Carla said, smiling.  She extended a hand, blinking in confusion as both brothers flinched back in response.  But they recovered quickly, and Ford and Stan each shook her hand in turn.  Stan’s fingers locked through hers, lingering in her grasp for a few extra seconds before he drew his hand back.

Ford coughed awkwardly.  “Uh, Stan?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m comin’,” Stan grumbled.  He made finger guns with both hands and pointed to Carla.  “You stay frosty, puddin’ … uh, puddin’ pie, dessert cream, uh, creamy cat.”  He covered his face with his hand.  “Er, bye.”

Carla laughed and gave him another short hug.  “Goodbye, Stan.  I’m glad you’re alive.”  She turned to Ford.  “Make sure that doesn’t change.”

“It’s a struggle, but I’ve managed so far,” Ford said.  He put an arm around Stan and turned him around.  “Come on, Stan.  Back to the ship.”

“A good brother wouldn’t let me make an idiot of myself like that,” Stan muttered.

“When have I ever been a good brother?”

Carla watched as the two old men walked away, bickering good-naturedly like they had as kids.  Whatever had happened to them in the interim, some things never truly changed.  It was a comforting realization.

She stared down at the gravestone before her and shook her head in disbelief.  She had seen a lot of extraordinary things in her life, but Stanley Pines certainly took the cake.  She still remembered the sparsely-attended funeral, where Ma Pines had stood up and given a short speech about her “free spirit” who had left too soon.  Shermie stuttered through a generic speech about brotherly love.  Filbrick remained stony-faced, never speaking a word through the whole event.  And Ford didn’t even bother to show up – though now she knew why.  Otherwise, there was nothing more than a smattering of townspeople, several of whom were simply looking for a refund on their Stan-Vacs or Shammies.  Carla wasn’t sure why she attended, but she was glad she did.  She’d seen firsthand how the world treated Stanley Pines, and she respected him all the more for his ability to keep standing under all that abuse.  There was something to be appreciated in a man like that.

A coy smile played at the edges of her lips.  She’d spent the last few years with no real aim in life anyway.  But now she knew where she could find a little fun.  She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and ran a quick search for maps, transportation, lodging.

Everything she needed to know about Gravity Falls.

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Agilenano - News: Hi guys, Brian here

I’m writing this post because we found out yesterday that Emily is allergic to pollen. Like, suuuuper allergic. Like, looking at her you’d think she’d watched “The Notebook” and the opening sequence from “Up” back to back. Her poor little lash-less eyes are so red and watery that she can barely see. Also she’s been so congested at night that she can’t sleep. So last night she took something to knock herself out, and she’s still out as I write this, which is 7:39 am on Friday. That’s crazy for Emily, she’s usually up at 5:30 writing posts for the blog. So now I’m up early writing for the blog. I’ll keep you posted on when she wakes up… Hopefully, she goes for a while, she needs it. Let’s start with a video so you can get the full scale and get Emily right before the pollen fully attacked (just wait for the ad to play). OK. I’m back. The garage. This has a special significance for me because there’s something innate in men to have a squared away garage. I think it’s because the garage is the one room in the house (or out of the house I guess) where function matters more than form. It’s kind of the only place where I can win some design battles. In a garage, you’re not trying to figure out which pouf would offset the muted tones of a chaise lounge, you’re trying to figure out how many rakes can we fit on that wall. And that’s my kind of design. The problem is, I’m lacking motivation to do things right now, which I think is a symptom of the whole quarantine thing. After home-schooling the kids in the morning, I find myself acting like an old British man, mumbling incoherently and stumbling around the house in a daze until cocktail hour. But Emily, pre-allergies, is ever-motivated and kept threatened to do the garage herself until I acquiesced. So off to the garage we went! Our garage here at the Mountain House is pretty small and has not been organized in about a year. Plus it was the storage site for the reader event we threw and photoshoots we did last year, so there’s a lot that needs to be sorted and donated or driven back to LA. Here’s Emily showing off the space before her face got attacked by pollen. As you can see, we never spent a lot of time thinking about the organization of this space. Emily and I are both kind of “I’ll just put this here and deal with it later” people, which isn’t a good combination when it comes to garages. We’ve got a shelving unit up, but it’s not being used very well. And we’ve got lots of random stuff near the shelves, but we just didn’t make it to the final step of putting them on the shelves, which is hilarious. Plus we have a bunch of stuff we need to find new homes for (not in our home) like the rugs, and some chairs, and some lampshades. We have a LOT of random lampshades. Anyone else have that problem? BTW, it’s 8:01 am, and still no Emily. It’s getting to that point where I might go check to see if she’s still breathing. So after Emily got the old British drunk to focus on the garage, we figured out some specific things that we needed: storage for our tools and yard stuff, space for our bikes, an area that we can rotate for seasonal things like beach stuff in summer and sled stuff in winter, a redesign of the shelving, and of course space enough to park my 6 seat “Ferrari” golf cart, which I will still defend as one of the best craigslist finds any human has ever made. I mean the best, right?? Ok moving along… It should be noted that there originally wasn’t access to the garage from inside the house so we put in that little stairway (it has to be that big for code, but we could certainly reduce its footprint). We love the access and we use it all the time but it does mean that we will never be able to put an actual car in here. But honestly, it’s so small that we don’t know if we would have been able to fit our big cars anyway. So yes, we need to be able to put the Ferrari in there, but that’s about it. Here are more pics of the whole original mess: We have a lot of Christmas stuff in those bins, which takes up a lot of space. We need to find a new spot for it though because it’s silly that something we only use for two months is dictating so much space for the whole year. First Round of Organization After everything was removed and cleaned it was much easier to see what might be possible in there. We gave some stuff to some neighbors up here, we drove some stuff back to LA, we relocated some stuff, and we learned that we had a lot of broken things that had to go in the trash. Emily just came out of the bedroom, it’s 8:11 am. I don’t think she’s slept in that late since college. She says she’s feeling better today. So here are some decisions we still need to make: We need shelving, but could certainly make it nicer than that. And while we love that staircase do we want to make it nicer than that? Paint the janky railing? Like I said, we could have made it just three steps down without the railing but not legally, so we put in this big guy. We aren’t terribly motivated to demo it out and likely will just work with it for now. The big black fridge came out of the kitchen during the remodel, and we were using it for secondary food storage, until someone accidentally unplugged it before we left for a few months. When we came back and made the mistake of cracking the door open, we were slapped with the most gag-inducing putrid smell and discovered a moldy sludge that had covered all the surfaces. We closed it back up and there it sits like the arc of the covenant, waiting to melt someone else’s face off. We tried disinfecting it, but it may be a lost cause. We need to make a call on this one. Like how much do we REALLY need a garage fridge?? Emily doesn’t think we need a garage fridge, because apparently she’s ok with pulling out 12 pounds of food to access the thing she wants in the back of our kitchen fridge. She says we’re doing fine without it now, but I’m less optimistic. Maybe things will change in a bit, but right now we are doing huge grocery shops to lessen the frequency of shopping, which means that every time we open the fridge it’s like that cliché scene in every comedy movie where the guy opens the closet full of stuff and everything falls on top of him, capped by a late bowling ball to the head. That’s our fridge, but it’s a jar of bread and butter pickles that rolls out last. I also think a garage fridge is a perfect pace for beverages, which take up a bunch of room. And our kids aren’t old enough yet to try to steal adult beverages out of the garage fridge, so we’re good right? I mean, once they turn 13, I’ll put a lock on it, like my friend Alan’s dad should have. But for now, we’re good. What do you guys think? Fridge or no fridge? I got a big-brimmed hat at the hardware store and I’m now super into yard work. I bagged 17 contractor bags of oak leaves last week and still have more to do, so I obviously need some space for my tools. We have this little nook that is a covered space for storage if need be (and another entrance into the garage), we may put the bikes in here if we can figure out how to get them in there and still have space to get into the garage from the side yard. It took hours for us to clean and it wasn’t pretty. It was full of so much extra tile, leaves, random paint cans, our friend’s kayaks we just inherited, and empty gross Pepsi bottles left over from the construction crew (from two years ago). We feel very accomplished that it looks like this now: We actually found some unused space up in the attic that we stuffed all the Christmas and winter stuff in, which was super helpful. The attic entrance is across from the kids’ play area, and the other storage space we have is behind a hidden door that goes to the guts of the house. What’s Now? We still have to figure out things like the shelving and the fridge. We also are going to find a way to hang the bikes because they take up an abnormal amount of space. Also, the ceilings are nice and high, so we’re trying to figure out if there’s a way to hang some stuff up there for storage. The Solutions We need some tool storage but I don’t know if we really need anything fancy. It seems like at least considering something like this (below) would be nice and may make me feel more manly. Like whenever I have to replace a battery in a kid’s toy I can make a big deal out of folding out my workbench and feel like a handy guy. image source I’m also worried that I would leave all my tools on the table instead of hanging them up in their right place. I think I may need a big box to throw them in. I know, I’m lazy, but it’s folly to think that I’m going to change. This person’s garage is dreamy. design and photo by simply organized I feel like this is good inspo for storage. The only problem for us is that the space between the wall and that big staircase is pretty narrow so I don’t think we could hang bikes and pull the golf cart in…. a sentence I never imagined that I would ever write. Sorry, I know these are all champagne “problems” but hey, we’re writing what we’re actually going through up here. But I really like how there’s two rows of storage happening, the shelf for bins and underneath for hanging things that get used often. These are some good broom and rake storage options that could work: 1. LETMY Broom Holder Wall Mounted | 2. Corner Double Tool Rack | 3. Koova Wall Mount Garden and Garage Tool Organizer | 4. Deluxe Tool Tower | 5. Goowin Broom Holder | 6. Stalwart Rolling Garden We thought about getting a small outdoor shed to house things like rakes and such, but I think it makes more sense to keep everything contained to the garage. Plus it’s been impossible to find a shed that has gotten Emily’s approval. image source We got into mountain biking up here, and Charlie is finally up and running on a peddle bike, so we definitely will be using them a lot. Right now, I think mine is laying in a pile of leaves on one side of the house while Emily’s and Charlie’s are sprawled out around a tree on the other side. That can’t keep happening, our neighbors must think that we’ve been raptured mid-bike-ride. So we will try one of these. Have you guys used any that you recommend? 1. TORACK Bike Rack Garage | 2. 6-Bike Storage Rack 2.0 | 3. Elfa Utility Vertical Bike Hook | 4. Copenhagen Wall Mount Bike Rack | 5. Delta Cycle Leonardo Da Vinci Single Bike Storage| 6. Bike Wall Mount And while we’ve found a way to clear out most of our bins, I’m sure we’ll accumulate more, so we’ll need a good vertical storage system. I’d love to say I could build one, but I’d also love to say that I can do a standing jump over a car or that I can run faster than a gazelle. I’m just not that handy y’all. design and photo by simply organized | design and photo by modern builds Here are some solutions we are considering… 1. Platinum Elfa Utility Basement Storage | 2. Bror | 3. Matias the Heavy Duty Storage System Ceiling Mounted Rack | 4. Shelf Steel Freestanding Storage Cabinet | 5. Chrome-Finished Tower Shelving | 6. LEXIMOUNTS WR24B Storage Rack Lord knows we go through a lot of storage here in Emily Hendersonland, and we’ve used lots of types of bins. Here are my tips – they can’t be hard plastic because they break, they have to have a good seal, preferably not the clip handle because those break, they should have good grips for when you move them a hundred times, and they should be stackable. 1. Tough Storage Bin | 2. Brute Tote Storage Container | 3. Heavy Duty 54 Gal. Storage Bin So that’s where we are with the garage so far. We’ve got a long way to go, but it’s looking much better in there, plus we’ve kept it pretty clean since the organizing day. We’ll see how long that lasts. But at least for now, the garage is no longer a place to just dump stuff and go, it’s clean and organized and we can see the potential. Or at least I can see the potential, Emily may not be able to see much until spring is over. Stupid pollen. The post We Tackled Our Non-Functional Garage and These Are Our Ideas To Maximize It appeared first on Emily Henderson. #MountainHouse #Design101 #Design101

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Hi guys, Brian here. I’m writing this post because we found out yesterday that Emily is allergic to pollen. Like, suuuuper allergic. Like, looking at her you’d think she’d watched “The Notebook” and the opening sequence from “Up” back to back. Her poor little lash-less eyes are so red and watery that she can barely see. Also she’s been so congested at night that she can’t sleep. So last night she took something to knock herself out, and she’s still out as I write this, which is 7:39 am on Friday. That’s crazy for Emily, she’s usually up at 5:30 writing posts for the blog. So now I’m up early writing for the blog. I’ll keep you posted on when she wakes up… Hopefully, she goes for a while, she needs it.

Let’s start with a video so you can get the full scale and get Emily right before the pollen fully attacked (just wait for the ad to play).

OK. I’m back. The garage. This has a special significance for me because there’s something innate in men to have a squared away garage. I think it’s because the garage is the one room in the house (or out of the house I guess) where function matters more than form. It’s kind of the only place where I can win some design battles. In a garage, you’re not trying to figure out which pouf would offset the muted tones of a chaise lounge, you’re trying to figure out how many rakes can we fit on that wall. And that’s my kind of design.

The problem is, I’m lacking motivation to do things right now, which I think is a symptom of the whole quarantine thing. After home-schooling the kids in the morning, I find myself acting like an old British man, mumbling incoherently and stumbling around the house in a daze until cocktail hour.

But Emily, pre-allergies, is ever-motivated and kept threatened to do the garage herself until I acquiesced. So off to the garage we went!

Our garage here at the Mountain House is pretty small and has not been organized in about a year. Plus it was the storage site for the reader event we threw and photoshoots we did last year, so there’s a lot that needs to be sorted and donated or driven back to LA.

Here’s Emily showing off the space before her face got attacked by pollen.

As you can see, we never spent a lot of time thinking about the organization of this space. Emily and I are both kind of “I’ll just put this here and deal with it later” people, which isn’t a good combination when it comes to garages. We’ve got a shelving unit up, but it’s not being used very well. And we’ve got lots of random stuff near the shelves, but we just didn’t make it to the final step of putting them on the shelves, which is hilarious. Plus we have a bunch of stuff we need to find new homes for (not in our home) like the rugs, and some chairs, and some lampshades. We have a LOT of random lampshades. Anyone else have that problem?

BTW, it’s 8:01 am, and still no Emily. It’s getting to that point where I might go check to see if she’s still breathing.

So after Emily got the old British drunk to focus on the garage, we figured out some specific things that we needed: storage for our tools and yard stuff, space for our bikes, an area that we can rotate for seasonal things like beach stuff in summer and sled stuff in winter, a redesign of the shelving, and of course space enough to park my 6 seat “Ferrari” golf cart, which I will still defend as one of the best craigslist finds any human has ever made.

I mean the best, right?? Ok moving along…

It should be noted that there originally wasn’t access to the garage from inside the house so we put in that little stairway (it has to be that big for code, but we could certainly reduce its footprint). We love the access and we use it all the time but it does mean that we will never be able to put an actual car in here. But honestly, it’s so small that we don’t know if we would have been able to fit our big cars anyway. So yes, we need to be able to put the Ferrari in there, but that’s about it.

Here are more pics of the whole original mess:

We have a lot of Christmas stuff in those bins, which takes up a lot of space. We need to find a new spot for it though because it’s silly that something we only use for two months is dictating so much space for the whole year.

First Round of Organization

After everything was removed and cleaned it was much easier to see what might be possible in there. We gave some stuff to some neighbors up here, we drove some stuff back to LA, we relocated some stuff, and we learned that we had a lot of broken things that had to go in the trash.

Emily just came out of the bedroom, it’s 8:11 am. I don’t think she’s slept in that late since college. She says she’s feeling better today.

So here are some decisions we still need to make:

We need shelving, but could certainly make it nicer than that. And while we love that staircase do we want to make it nicer than that? Paint the janky railing? Like I said, we could have made it just three steps down without the railing but not legally, so we put in this big guy. We aren’t terribly motivated to demo it out and likely will just work with it for now.

The big black fridge came out of the kitchen during the remodel, and we were using it for secondary food storage, until someone accidentally unplugged it before we left for a few months. When we came back and made the mistake of cracking the door open, we were slapped with the most gag-inducing putrid smell and discovered a moldy sludge that had covered all the surfaces. We closed it back up and there it sits like the arc of the covenant, waiting to melt someone else’s face off. We tried disinfecting it, but it may be a lost cause. We need to make a call on this one. Like how much do we REALLY need a garage fridge??

Emily doesn’t think we need a garage fridge, because apparently she’s ok with pulling out 12 pounds of food to access the thing she wants in the back of our kitchen fridge. She says we’re doing fine without it now, but I’m less optimistic. Maybe things will change in a bit, but right now we are doing huge grocery shops to lessen the frequency of shopping, which means that every time we open the fridge it’s like that cliché scene in every comedy movie where the guy opens the closet full of stuff and everything falls on top of him, capped by a late bowling ball to the head. That’s our fridge, but it’s a jar of bread and butter pickles that rolls out last.

I also think a garage fridge is a perfect pace for beverages, which take up a bunch of room. And our kids aren’t old enough yet to try to steal adult beverages out of the garage fridge, so we’re good right? I mean, once they turn 13, I’ll put a lock on it, like my friend Alan’s dad should have. But for now, we’re good. What do you guys think? Fridge or no fridge?

I got a big-brimmed hat at the hardware store and I’m now super into yard work. I bagged 17 contractor bags of oak leaves last week and still have more to do, so I obviously need some space for my tools.

We have this little nook that is a covered space for storage if need be (and another entrance into the garage), we may put the bikes in here if we can figure out how to get them in there and still have space to get into the garage from the side yard. It took hours for us to clean and it wasn’t pretty. It was full of so much extra tile, leaves, random paint cans, our friend’s kayaks we just inherited, and empty gross Pepsi bottles left over from the construction crew (from two years ago). We feel very accomplished that it looks like this now:

We actually found some unused space up in the attic that we stuffed all the Christmas and winter stuff in, which was super helpful. The attic entrance is across from the kids’ play area, and the other storage space we have is behind a hidden door that goes to the guts of the house.

What’s Now?

We still have to figure out things like the shelving and the fridge. We also are going to find a way to hang the bikes because they take up an abnormal amount of space. Also, the ceilings are nice and high, so we’re trying to figure out if there’s a way to hang some stuff up there for storage.

The Solutions

We need some tool storage but I don’t know if we really need anything fancy. It seems like at least considering something like this (below) would be nice and may make me feel more manly. Like whenever I have to replace a battery in a kid’s toy I can make a big deal out of folding out my workbench and feel like a handy guy.

image source

I’m also worried that I would leave all my tools on the table instead of hanging them up in their right place. I think I may need a big box to throw them in. I know, I’m lazy, but it’s folly to think that I’m going to change.

This person’s garage is dreamy.

design and photo by simply organized

I feel like this is good inspo for storage. The only problem for us is that the space between the wall and that big staircase is pretty narrow so I don’t think we could hang bikes and pull the golf cart in…. a sentence I never imagined that I would ever write. Sorry, I know these are all champagne “problems” but hey, we’re writing what we’re actually going through up here.

But I really like how there’s two rows of storage happening, the shelf for bins and underneath for hanging things that get used often. These are some good broom and rake storage options that could work:

1. LETMY Broom Holder Wall Mounted | 2. Corner Double Tool Rack | 3. Koova Wall Mount Garden and Garage Tool Organizer | 4. Deluxe Tool Tower | 5. Goowin Broom Holder | 6. Stalwart Rolling Garden

We thought about getting a small outdoor shed to house things like rakes and such, but I think it makes more sense to keep everything contained to the garage. Plus it’s been impossible to find a shed that has gotten Emily’s approval.

image source

We got into mountain biking up here, and Charlie is finally up and running on a peddle bike, so we definitely will be using them a lot. Right now, I think mine is laying in a pile of leaves on one side of the house while Emily’s and Charlie’s are sprawled out around a tree on the other side. That can’t keep happening, our neighbors must think that we’ve been raptured mid-bike-ride. So we will try one of these. Have you guys used any that you recommend?

1. TORACK Bike Rack Garage | 2. 6-Bike Storage Rack 2.0 | 3. Elfa Utility Vertical Bike Hook | 4. Copenhagen Wall Mount Bike Rack | 5. Delta Cycle Leonardo Da Vinci Single Bike Storage| 6. Bike Wall Mount

And while we’ve found a way to clear out most of our bins, I’m sure we’ll accumulate more, so we’ll need a good vertical storage system. I’d love to say I could build one, but I’d also love to say that I can do a standing jump over a car or that I can run faster than a gazelle. I’m just not that handy y’all.

design and photo by simply organized | design and photo by modern builds

Here are some solutions we are considering…

1. Platinum Elfa Utility Basement Storage | 2. Bror | 3. Matias the Heavy Duty Storage System Ceiling Mounted Rack | 4. Shelf Steel Freestanding Storage Cabinet | 5. Chrome-Finished Tower Shelving | 6. LEXIMOUNTS WR24B Storage Rack

Lord knows we go through a lot of storage here in Emily Hendersonland, and we’ve used lots of types of bins. Here are my tips – they can’t be hard plastic because they break, they have to have a good seal, preferably not the clip handle because those break, they should have good grips for when you move them a hundred times, and they should be stackable.

1. Tough Storage Bin | 2. Brute Tote Storage Container | 3. Heavy Duty 54 Gal. Storage Bin

So that’s where we are with the garage so far. We’ve got a long way to go, but it’s looking much better in there, plus we’ve kept it pretty clean since the organizing day. We’ll see how long that lasts. But at least for now, the garage is no longer a place to just dump stuff and go, it’s clean and organized and we can see the potential. Or at least I can see the potential, Emily may not be able to see much until spring is over. Stupid pollen.

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Hi guys, Brian here. I’m writing this post because we found out yesterday that Emily is allergic to pollen. Like, suuuuper allergic. Like, looking at her you’d think she’d watched “The Notebook” and the opening sequence from “Up” back to back. Her poor little lash-less eyes are so red and watery that she can barely see. Also she’s been so congested at night that she can’t sleep. So last night she took something to knock herself out, and she’s still out as I write this, which is 7:39 am on Friday. That’s crazy for Emily, she’s usually up at 5:30 writing posts for the blog. So now I’m up early writing for the blog. I’ll keep you posted on when she wakes up… Hopefully, she goes for a while, she needs it.

Let’s start with a video so you can get the full scale and get Emily right before the pollen fully attacked (just wait for the ad to play).

OK. I’m back. The garage. This has a special significance for me because there’s something innate in men to have a squared away garage. I think it’s because the garage is the one room in the house (or out of the house I guess) where function matters more than form. It’s kind of the only place where I can win some design battles. In a garage, you’re not trying to figure out which pouf would offset the muted tones of a chaise lounge, you’re trying to figure out how many rakes can we fit on that wall. And that’s my kind of design.

The problem is, I’m lacking motivation to do things right now, which I think is a symptom of the whole quarantine thing. After home-schooling the kids in the morning, I find myself acting like an old British man, mumbling incoherently and stumbling around the house in a daze until cocktail hour.

But Emily, pre-allergies, is ever-motivated and kept threatened to do the garage herself until I acquiesced. So off to the garage we went!

Our garage here at the Mountain House is pretty small and has not been organized in about a year. Plus it was the storage site for the reader event we threw and photoshoots we did last year, so there’s a lot that needs to be sorted and donated or driven back to LA.

Here’s Emily showing off the space before her face got attacked by pollen.

As you can see, we never spent a lot of time thinking about the organization of this space. Emily and I are both kind of “I’ll just put this here and deal with it later” people, which isn’t a good combination when it comes to garages. We’ve got a shelving unit up, but it’s not being used very well. And we’ve got lots of random stuff near the shelves, but we just didn’t make it to the final step of putting them on the shelves, which is hilarious. Plus we have a bunch of stuff we need to find new homes for (not in our home) like the rugs, and some chairs, and some lampshades. We have a LOT of random lampshades. Anyone else have that problem?

BTW, it’s 8:01 am, and still no Emily. It’s getting to that point where I might go check to see if she’s still breathing.

So after Emily got the old British drunk to focus on the garage, we figured out some specific things that we needed: storage for our tools and yard stuff, space for our bikes, an area that we can rotate for seasonal things like beach stuff in summer and sled stuff in winter, a redesign of the shelving, and of course space enough to park my 6 seat “Ferrari” golf cart, which I will still defend as one of the best craigslist finds any human has ever made.

I mean the best, right?? Ok moving along…

It should be noted that there originally wasn’t access to the garage from inside the house so we put in that little stairway (it has to be that big for code, but we could certainly reduce its footprint). We love the access and we use it all the time but it does mean that we will never be able to put an actual car in here. But honestly, it’s so small that we don’t know if we would have been able to fit our big cars anyway. So yes, we need to be able to put the Ferrari in there, but that’s about it.

Here are more pics of the whole original mess:

We have a lot of Christmas stuff in those bins, which takes up a lot of space. We need to find a new spot for it though because it’s silly that something we only use for two months is dictating so much space for the whole year.

First Round of Organization

After everything was removed and cleaned it was much easier to see what might be possible in there. We gave some stuff to some neighbors up here, we drove some stuff back to LA, we relocated some stuff, and we learned that we had a lot of broken things that had to go in the trash.

Emily just came out of the bedroom, it’s 8:11 am. I don’t think she’s slept in that late since college. She says she’s feeling better today.

So here are some decisions we still need to make:

We need shelving, but could certainly make it nicer than that. And while we love that staircase do we want to make it nicer than that? Paint the janky railing? Like I said, we could have made it just three steps down without the railing but not legally, so we put in this big guy. We aren’t terribly motivated to demo it out and likely will just work with it for now.

The big black fridge came out of the kitchen during the remodel, and we were using it for secondary food storage, until someone accidentally unplugged it before we left for a few months. When we came back and made the mistake of cracking the door open, we were slapped with the most gag-inducing putrid smell and discovered a moldy sludge that had covered all the surfaces. We closed it back up and there it sits like the arc of the covenant, waiting to melt someone else’s face off. We tried disinfecting it, but it may be a lost cause. We need to make a call on this one. Like how much do we REALLY need a garage fridge??

Emily doesn’t think we need a garage fridge, because apparently she’s ok with pulling out 12 pounds of food to access the thing she wants in the back of our kitchen fridge. She says we’re doing fine without it now, but I’m less optimistic. Maybe things will change in a bit, but right now we are doing huge grocery shops to lessen the frequency of shopping, which means that every time we open the fridge it’s like that cliché scene in every comedy movie where the guy opens the closet full of stuff and everything falls on top of him, capped by a late bowling ball to the head. That’s our fridge, but it’s a jar of bread and butter pickles that rolls out last.

I also think a garage fridge is a perfect pace for beverages, which take up a bunch of room. And our kids aren’t old enough yet to try to steal adult beverages out of the garage fridge, so we’re good right? I mean, once they turn 13, I’ll put a lock on it, like my friend Alan’s dad should have. But for now, we’re good. What do you guys think? Fridge or no fridge?

I got a big-brimmed hat at the hardware store and I’m now super into yard work. I bagged 17 contractor bags of oak leaves last week and still have more to do, so I obviously need some space for my tools.

We have this little nook that is a covered space for storage if need be (and another entrance into the garage), we may put the bikes in here if we can figure out how to get them in there and still have space to get into the garage from the side yard. It took hours for us to clean and it wasn’t pretty. It was full of so much extra tile, leaves, random paint cans, our friend’s kayaks we just inherited, and empty gross Pepsi bottles left over from the construction crew (from two years ago). We feel very accomplished that it looks like this now:

We actually found some unused space up in the attic that we stuffed all the Christmas and winter stuff in, which was super helpful. The attic entrance is across from the kids’ play area, and the other storage space we have is behind a hidden door that goes to the guts of the house.

What’s Now?

We still have to figure out things like the shelving and the fridge. We also are going to find a way to hang the bikes because they take up an abnormal amount of space. Also, the ceilings are nice and high, so we’re trying to figure out if there’s a way to hang some stuff up there for storage.

The Solutions

We need some tool storage but I don’t know if we really need anything fancy. It seems like at least considering something like this (below) would be nice and may make me feel more manly. Like whenever I have to replace a battery in a kid’s toy I can make a big deal out of folding out my workbench and feel like a handy guy.

image source

I’m also worried that I would leave all my tools on the table instead of hanging them up in their right place. I think I may need a big box to throw them in. I know, I’m lazy, but it’s folly to think that I’m going to change.

This person’s garage is dreamy.

design and photo by simply organized

I feel like this is good inspo for storage. The only problem for us is that the space between the wall and that big staircase is pretty narrow so I don’t think we could hang bikes and pull the golf cart in…. a sentence I never imagined that I would ever write. Sorry, I know these are all champagne “problems” but hey, we’re writing what we’re actually going through up here.

But I really like how there’s two rows of storage happening, the shelf for bins and underneath for hanging things that get used often. These are some good broom and rake storage options that could work:

1. LETMY Broom Holder Wall Mounted | 2. Corner Double Tool Rack | 3. Koova Wall Mount Garden and Garage Tool Organizer | 4. Deluxe Tool Tower | 5. Goowin Broom Holder | 6. Stalwart Rolling Garden

We thought about getting a small outdoor shed to house things like rakes and such, but I think it makes more sense to keep everything contained to the garage. Plus it’s been impossible to find a shed that has gotten Emily’s approval.

image source

We got into mountain biking up here, and Charlie is finally up and running on a peddle bike, so we definitely will be using them a lot. Right now, I think mine is laying in a pile of leaves on one side of the house while Emily’s and Charlie’s are sprawled out around a tree on the other side. That can’t keep happening, our neighbors must think that we’ve been raptured mid-bike-ride. So we will try one of these. Have you guys used any that you recommend?

1. TORACK Bike Rack Garage | 2. 6-Bike Storage Rack 2.0 | 3. Elfa Utility Vertical Bike Hook | 4. Copenhagen Wall Mount Bike Rack | 5. Delta Cycle Leonardo Da Vinci Single Bike Storage| 6. Bike Wall Mount

And while we’ve found a way to clear out most of our bins, I’m sure we’ll accumulate more, so we’ll need a good vertical storage system. I’d love to say I could build one, but I’d also love to say that I can do a standing jump over a car or that I can run faster than a gazelle. I’m just not that handy y’all.

design and photo by simply organized | design and photo by modern builds

Here are some solutions we are considering…

1. Platinum Elfa Utility Basement Storage | 2. Bror | 3. Matias the Heavy Duty Storage System Ceiling Mounted Rack | 4. Shelf Steel Freestanding Storage Cabinet | 5. Chrome-Finished Tower Shelving | 6. LEXIMOUNTS WR24B Storage Rack

Lord knows we go through a lot of storage here in Emily Hendersonland, and we’ve used lots of types of bins. Here are my tips – they can’t be hard plastic because they break, they have to have a good seal, preferably not the clip handle because those break, they should have good grips for when you move them a hundred times, and they should be stackable.

1. Tough Storage Bin | 2. Brute Tote Storage Container | 3. Heavy Duty 54 Gal. Storage Bin

So that’s where we are with the garage so far. We’ve got a long way to go, but it’s looking much better in there, plus we’ve kept it pretty clean since the organizing day. We’ll see how long that lasts. But at least for now, the garage is no longer a place to just dump stuff and go, it’s clean and organized and we can see the potential. Or at least I can see the potential, Emily may not be able to see much until spring is over. Stupid pollen.

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