#btw. my dad slept with his door open the entire time we were there. the windows were just screens with no glass. or curtains.

[k1rishiki]

when i saw 'cabin in the woods in middle of nowhere new hampshire' bad i mean it. i have a 65 year old father from northeastern mass that's the only type of vacation i ever go on (if you're wondering what it's like it's like a modern day yellow wallpaper btw) . i know my cabins in middle of nowhere new hampshire. i've been to multiple with better wifi than i currently have. that says a lot btw.

[hatsukeii]

hey! can i request some headcanons about how tsukki, kuroo, and kageyama would act if they had a really short s/o. i’m vv short and i feel like some headcanons about them teasing their short s/o is bound to have me laughing :)

Tysm for the request ahsgjs😳💕

Under 5’5 gang wya😔✌️

Btw these are for fem s/o because I don’t know how to write male s/o, sorry🥺

I mean you can totally imagine it as a male s/o those, it’s only bc I made a period joke that I say it’s for fem s/o:)

Tiny bit of thought up headcanon for the boys too, just a tiny bit.

Btw imagine their partner as one of the managers for the volleyball team, gives me more ideas to work with haha:DD

(Slight angst that I made up for Tsukki because no one knows where the fuck his dad is and I love him so much oh my god-)

🌊Kageyama🌊

- “Aww look at you cutie.”

- “Hey, smack that dumbass for me. I’m too tall to.”

- “Is that a dress for you?”

- Actually doesn’t constantly remind you of how short you are.

- Knows how genes work and understands there was almost nothing you could do to prevent being short.

- Doesn’t mean he won’t occasionally tease you for it though.

- “Oh? You want some milk? Is it to grow taller? Your bones probably need it. Here, have as much as you want-” *Smack.

- Thinks you look adorable when you’re mad.

- “You really expect me to feel threatened when you look like Kirby?”

- Piggyback rides all the time.

- “Tobio, I’m tired.”

- “Hop on.”

- You once slept over at his because of a storm after his volleyball training, without your parents knowing because they were on vacation.

- It was really late at night, and Kageyama didn’t want you going home yourself.

- This meant you didn’t have any clothes.

- I mean yeah you brought extra shorts to school because of your time of the month, but you didn’t have a shirt.

- “You can borrow mine, don’t worry. Go clean yourself up.”

- You came out of his bathroom, and he almost passed out.

- “Wh-why arent you wearing any pan-”

- “I’m wearing shorts under this. Your shirt’s just really long.”

- He was so flustered he avoided looking anywhere under your torso for an hour.

- “Thanks for letting me stay over last week, here’s your shirt back.”

- “Keep it. It looks cute on you and I get to see you wear a makeshift dress.”

- Cuddle sessions are great.

- You can lie on him in any position, and he would still be able to reach out and grab your hand or play with your hair.

- He gets to be the big spoon, and he loves it.

- Protecting you is Kageyama’s new duty.

- He takes it a bit too seriously.

- He once threw Tsukishima into a wall because the middle blocker decided it would be a good idea to take your phone and go through it.

- “Do that one more time, and I’ll do something way worse than that.”

- He looked like he was about to go on a killing spree.

- Even Tsukishima was taken aback. He hasn’t messed with you since.

- Whenever Hinata does something stupid, you’re on smack duty.

- Apparently Kageyama’s “too tall” to do it.

- It’s a bit hard for you to give him forehead kisses, or cute little cheek pecks.

- But he doesn’t mind at all.

- Because he fell in love with your short cutie pie kirby chipmunk tiny ass, and he wouldn’t change anything about you.

♠️Kuroo♠️

- Makes fun of you like at least 3 times a day about your height.

- “How’s it feel like to be like shrimpy over there?”

- “Oh, sorry, I can’t hear you whining from down there.”

- “I’d totally let you kill me, provided you can reach my neck.”

- Knows not to make you mad though.

- Last time he decided to tease you by holding the coffee you brought to school above his head.

- You pounced onto his back and choked him with your arms until he gave you the cold brew you got from Starbucks.

- Being his short girlfriend had its advantages though.

- Kuroo, being the extra™️ boy he is, can pick your tiny body up with ease.

- Meaning whenever he hugged you, he’d pick you up and spin you around like in a broadway musical.

- After that, he would continue to hold you up and nuzzle your head into his neck while laughing about that grand gesture.

- Loves it when you wrap your legs around him while he gives you piggyback rides.

- You once fell asleep on his back.

- So he brought you home and carried you up to your room in a bridal carry.

- Likes to play with your hair while waiting for the bus with you.

- Also like to hoist you over his shoulder when you get annoyed just for shits and giggles.

- Likes to give you nose kisses. A lot.

- He knows you’re tiny, but that doesn’t mean he thinks you’re weak.

- He knows fully well your fiery ass will stick up for yourself, so he’s not super pressed about it when people make fun of your height.

- However he will get protective if he’s thinks you’re starting to get offended by the comments.

- Likes to compare you to Kenma, much to his annoyance.

- “I am nowhere near as short as your girlfriend Kuroo fuck off.”

- Likes to go on trampoline park dates.

- Wants to see how high you can jump. (Spoiler alert: pretty fucking high.)

- Tries his best to get onto the wall every time you guys go there, but always fails.

- You just sit on top of the wall staring back down at him, enjoying the temporary height you have.

- “Kuroo, how’s the weather down there?”

- “Screw you!”

- Laughs his ass off at your random outbursts in the morning when you haven’t finished your coffee.

- Holds your head back when you try and punch him.

- Secretly wants to see you mad, because you look so fucking cute.

- Compares you to fluffy things like marshmallows and chipmunks.

- “You look like a baby squirrel, I love you.”

- And whenever he says that, he means it.

- He would take your short ass over anyone anyday. No questions asked.

🌙Tsukishima🌙

- *Breathes in deeply* Here we go.

- Will not stop fucking making fun of your height.

- I repeat: Will NOT.

- “Hey shorty.”

- “You can’t fight me. You can’t even reach my shoulders.”

- Balances his stuff on your head when he’s going through his bag.

- Uses your head like an armrest.

- He once balanced his water bottle on your head, and you spilled the water all over him.

- You were laughing your ass off at how pissed he was.

- No one in your classes knows how you two ended up together.

- It doesn’t matter at all though.

- Your first kiss was awkward, to say the least.

- He has to bend down a whole ass 20-30 centimetres to reach you.

- Couldn’t be happier when it happened though.

- The entire Karasuno volleyball team was watching secretly.

- From then on, you two have been the power couple of the school.

- You guys didn’t seem like a couple though.

- You two playfully banter so much other students that didn’t know you guys thought you were enemies.

- Now onto the advantages of being Tsukishima’s short partner.

- One thing Tsukishima is great at, is being a bodyguard.

- Anyone else that makes fun of your height will be destroyed.

- He once blocked a ball and aimed it at Lev’s face during the training camp because the Russian told you you were “too short to be Tsukishima’s girlfriend” and that there was “no way you guys are dating.”

- It took half an hour to stop his nose from bleeding.

- No he didn’t break Lev’s nose, just made it bleed.

- Thinks you’re the absolute best at cuddling with him.

- Made you a dinosaur plush. Made. Not bought.

- Watching dinosaur documentaries curled up on Tsukishima’s chest while he strokes your hair and gives you forehead kisses is the best feeling in the world.

- When times call for it though you don’t hesitate to give the blond affection even if you’re a small bean that has to be protected.

- There was this one time before the match against Shiratorizawa, where Tsukishima had a huge anxiety attack in the middle of the night. Like 2am in the middle of the night.

- “Hey- Love are you okay?”

- “Plea-please, help, I’m- please, there’s no one home I need someone-”

- “I’ll be right here, give me five minutes.”

- With both your parents gone for a very long business trip, you basically zoomed to Tsukishima’s house. His brother was in his university dorm for the night because of early morning training the next day.

- Being the bad bitch you were you picked the lock to his house and swung open the door to him room, to see his tall figure curled up in the corner of his room on the floor, shaking, strained sobs coming out of his mouth.

- You kneeled down next to him, burying his head in your sweater, cradling his head while he sobbed.

- “My dad... he’s dead. Fucking dead. I was waiting for him to come back from Tokyo but then mom fucking called and he got hit by some drunk hunk of shit and now I don’t know what the fuck I can do-“

- “Oh shit... it’s okay, cry it out, it’s fine, shhh...”

- This went on for about half an hour. Just you, letting him whimper and sob into your sweater while you whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

- It was that night, that he realised he had fallen in love with your pipsqueak ass.

Whooo Jesus got a bit carried away there, I don’t care though, I like writing angst anyways lmao I’m keeping that in and using it for fanfictions someday;)

[courtofjurdan]

One chance part 12

Jurdan College Au - previous chapter

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*Well I was a day late last week so I’m a day early this week. I hope you enjoy this!! This is a chapter I know some were desperately waiting for. Let me know how you like it. BTW everything for the pregnancy I looked on google so if it is wrong, blame google. love you guys!!*

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs

It’s been about two and half weeks since getting out of the hospital. She has stayed with Cardan the entire time. And if she had to admit to herself, she genuinely enjoyed being with Cardan. She missed him when he wasn’t there. 

Jude has been doing her classes at the dorm with the help of Cardan. Cardan started going back to the uni about 10 ten days after the accident. He was feeling better and Jude was not as sore but he didn’t want her to go until she was one hundred percent better.  

Right now, they are getting ready to go to Jude’s twelve week doctor appointment. The morning sickness is getting better, but the cravings are real. But Cardan is always there to help whenever she needs or wants it. Headaches have hit her like a tsunami though, which makes it hard to focus on school. 

Cardan and Jude got in his pretty black mustang and headed to the appointment. Cardan hesitantly asked, “So do you want me to come with you to the appointment or would you rather go alone?” 

“Cardan, this is your baby also. Of course you can come, that’s if you want to.” 

A relieved smile spread across his face, “Yes, yes, I want to. I’m going to be there every step of the way with you.” He grabbed her hand. 

These past couple of weeks, they have gotten really close to each other. They went from sitting on opposite sides of the couch to sitting side by side, went from high fives to holding hands, went from small hugs to light pecks on the cheek. They were falling for each other and they didn’t even know it. 

Jude grinned her happiness and squeezed his hand in return. 

She was nervous. More nervous than anything she’s been nervous about in her life. She never thought in a million years this would be her right now. With Cardan Greenbriar. He could feel her tension. He just wasn’t sure if it was because she’s in the car again or for the appointment. 

Cardan, on the other hand, was so excitedly nervous. He was excited to see his little baby. It feels so surreal to him. He’s having a baby with a person he has loved for a long time. A baby. His baby. 

They got to the doctor office and Jude looked around at all the women in the waiting area. Some of them are heavily showing. She could only think that that would be her one day. 

Cardan checked her in and went and sat beside her. They waited a good twenty minutes until they heard-

“Jude Duarte.” 

Jude and Cardan followed them into a room with a laid back chair to lay on. They had Jude lay on that and said Dr. Tatterfell would be in there in a minute. She looked at the nurse with a smile and nodded her head. A mask was what she had on. 

Jude was happy but she just had a feeling that this isn’t right. She’s 19 and about to have a kid. This is wrong. She can’t be a mother. At least not a good one. Doubts. Doubts. Doubts. 

She looked at Cardan sitting beside her and he gave her a tight smile. She could see the excitement written on his face. He was having his doubts too but he had to be strong for Jude. Because inside her doe eyes, he saw the doubts and fears swarming. He wouldn’t mention it unless she did. 

About 7 minutes later Dr. Tatterfell came in with a smile and shook their hand and asked how they were doing. 

She began to speak, “Well you seem to be doing okay. Your current symptoms are very common at this stage and I am very happy to announce that you have gained the weight that you needed to gain for you and the baby. I’m sure it was hard with morning sickness but you have done an incredible job. Fortunately, you will get a lot hungrier as you progress.” 

Jude started to speak, “Well I couldn’t have gained the weight if he” -pointing at Cardan- “wasn’t on my tail about eating more. But recently I have been so hungry which helps the weight gain also.” 

Cardan smiled and nodded his head at Dr. Tatterfell. She began to speak, “I’m glad you made her. Well, now let’s lift your shirt and pull your leggings down a bit.” Jude did what she said. “I see a little bump in the making which is good. You probably wouldn’t notice when you have clothes on but I can tell when your stomach is bare. I’m going to put some of this cold gel on her stomach and then I will get the ultrasound machine.” 

Cardan and Jude nodded their heads. Jude looked down and she did see her tiny bump. She didn’t realize she had one but she really hasn’t been looking either. She really is in utter shock.

She puts the gel on and Jude flinches at the cold and she puts the ultrasound machine on. Cardan stood beside Jude. He could see her shaking hands so he grabbed the one near him and rubbed circles on the back with his thumb. 

They heard the machine make this beeping noise and they both looked up at the screen. Dr. Tatterfell said, “That’s your baby’s heartbeat.” And then she moved the thing in her hand over more and said, pointing to the screen, “and there is your baby.” 

Cardan was standing there, mouth open, surprise and pride written across his face. He looked down at Jude who had watery eyes and tears streaming down her face. He turned, still holding her hand, and cupped her face with his free hand wiping away tears and kissed her forehead. 

You could see the baby’s head and legs and feet and hands. It looked like a little blob with arms and legs but it was a baby. They were in absolute awe. This was their future. Their responsibility. Their child who would be loved like they weren’t, taken care of like they weren’t, wanted like they weren’t. 

Tatterfell took pictures and gave them to Jude. She cleaned her stomach off and put her clothes back into place. She took Cardan’s hand and walked out of the office. When they were outside the door, Jude looked down at the pictures in her hand, and back up at Cardan. She said, “Oh my gosh, Cardan, this-”

But she was cut off by the most passionate kiss. Cardan cupped her face and kissed her passionately but gently. He gave all he had. His excitement and happiness was shown in that kiss. His love was shown in the kiss. 

Jude opened up to him and kissed him back with that same passion. She had tears running down her cheeks. But that didn’t matter. She couldn’t believe this. She wasn’t mad like she would have probably been. Pregnancy is making her moods weird.

They broke it off with both of them smiling but Cardan wiped the tears with his thumbs and said, “Jude Duarte, I swear to be everything I can be for you and our baby. I know this isn’t what you expected at 19 but I’m here and I’m never leaving. This is the happiest moment of my life. I’m going to be a dad, and you're going to be the best mother. I get to have a baby with the love of my life, Jude. I love you. I know I’ve not always shown-”

He was cut off by another kiss from Jude. It basically told him to shut up. But Jude replied back in an emotion thick voice, “Cardan I want this too. I never thought I did but I want it. I’ve wanted it for a long time but I never admitted it. I love you.” 

Cardan gave her a soft peck on the lips and just held her against him. After the tears dried up, they walked to the car together. They went and ate some dinner and headed back to Cardan’s dorm. 

Jude didn’t want to go back to hers. Luckily, Cardan didn’t say she had to. So they watched a movie and got ready for bed. Cardan laid down on the couch and Jude slept in his bed.

It felt wrong to Jude. So Jude got up and went to Cardan. When Cardan felt Jude grab his hand, he looked at her in wide eyes and said, “Is everything okay?” 

Jude giggled at him. “Yes.” She took a deep breath and said, “Come, let’s go to bed.” 

Cardan just followed her as she pulled his hand. She stopped by the bed and got in on her side. Cardan stood there in disbelief. Jude wanted to sleep with him. 

Jude looked at him, with pleading eyes, “Do you not want to sleep in here?” 

That snapped him out of his thoughts, “No I do. Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? I don’t want you to regret anything?” 

“I’m not going to regret you just sleeping with me. I want you to hold me.” Jude couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. What has pregnancy done to her emotions? Where is the Jude we all know. 

Cardan crawled in the bed and pressed his chest against Jude’s back. He wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t know where to lay his hand on top. She may not be comfortable laying it on her stomach. So he just put his hand on her thigh. 

To his surprise, Jude grabbed that hand, interlaced her fingers on top, and set his hand on her stomach. He felt the slight bump there. The place his baby is growing. Tears started to form in his eyes. 

He looked at her and kissed her cheek, saying, “I love you. Goodnight.” 

“Love you too! Sleep well.” 

That was the best night of sleep they both got. Wrapped in each other’s arms, peacefully. They never thought they would get this. They thought they would pretend to hate each other for their whole lives, but instead they found happiness with each other. 

Cardan woke up first. Jude had turned and was burying her face in his chest and he still had his arms around her. He watched her sleep. He loved this. Cardan hopes to wake up like this every morning. 

About thirty minutes later, Jude peaks her eyes open and says, “You’re so weird. Watching me in my sleep like a creep.” 

She could feel the reverberations of his laugh through his chest. Jude went on speaking, “Cardan I’m hungry.” 

His eyes lit up with amusement. “What would you like?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” 

He untangled himself and towered over Jude. He kissed her hard. Her hands found his hair and she pulled which made a groan come out of his mouth. 

He broke off the kiss. His dark eyes looked into her chestnut ones, “Are you sure you want to do this?” She nodded her head. “If I hurt you in any way, please stop me immediately.” She began kissing him again in answer. He was very conscious of not putting too much weight on Jude because he was afraid to hurt the baby. 

But this was the best morning he has ever had. This is the most eventful but joyful morning they both have ever had.

 After they were done with their bed activities, Jude got a shower. When she came out, Cardan had made sandwiches and said they were going to go have a picnic at the park. 

Jude didn’t mind going. He wanted to spend time with her and get to know her better. He had questions for her and she had questions for him. 

When they got to the park, Cardan picked a private place and sat a blanket down on the ground. He unloaded the basket of food and he decided to speak first, “So now that your title changed from the greatest friend to the most amazing girlfriend, I would like to get to know you a little better. I know this is probably the weirdest situation you’ve probably had but I’m here to take the steps with you.”

Jude looked at him and smiled her shy, discreet smile.  Cardan continued, “Let’s do this. I’ll ask a question, you answer truthfully, and you ask a question and I’ll answer truthfully. No judgement at all. If you get too uncomfortable, just let me know.” Again Jude nodded. 

So Cardan continued, “So how is your relationship with your adoptive family?” 

“Um it’s okay. Me and Vivi are pretty close. Oak doesn’t really know any different because he’s 6 and I was adopted when I was 7 so I’ve been there longer than he’s lived so he really just sees me as a big sister. Madoc and Oriana try to treat us like their own but it’s hard because we aren’t their own. My mom was best friends with Madoc and they agreed to be our godparents if anything would ever happen to my parents and unfortunately, it did.” 

Cardan saw the emotion she was trying to hold back. He nodded his head and said, “Ok your turn.” 

She took a bite of her sandwich and asked, “So what about your parents?” 

Cardan coughed, “Well, my dad has nothing to do with me. He gives me money and things but no love. My mom got put in prison when I was 8. She got out about a year ago. She comes occasionally to visit. She got put in for drugs and driving under the influence. My brother Balekin ended up taking me in. But he was awful. He would get drunk a lot and beat me. So I stayed with Nicasia and Locke sometimes. And that’s where we became good friends.” She nodded her head. Cardan asks his question, “Can I ask how it felt to be in the crash that killed your parents?” 

Jude took a deep, shuddering breath. Cardan immediately said, “You don’t have to.” 

But she said, “No I need to. I need to tell someone.” She took a few seconds to get herself together. “We were just talking in the car. It was snowy and icy. And my dad and mom came to pick me up from a friends house and we made crafts and little stuff like that. And I told my parents to look at what I made-” her voice was starting to get thick with emotions and tears started to brim her eyes. Cardan saw it and moved over beside her to rub soothing circles on her back. “When they turned around my dad didn’t see the ice on the road and slid right into a semi truck, and I remember the truck going into the front of the car and cru.. crushing them. Blood was everywhere. I remember my dad’s last words were ‘they're beautiful just like you.’ I’ll never forget, Cardan. They died because I wanted them to look at my stupid artwork. That’s why I get tense in the car because of that and our recent crash.” 

Angry and sad tears were coming down her face. Cardan held her and then realized what she said. She blames herself for their death. She has blamed herself all these years. 

When Cardan realized he grabbed her face in his hands said with a stern facial expression, “Jude it’s not your fault. That’s not your fault. He could have slid the car on the ice with or without him looking at you. You can’t blame yourself on that, sweetheart.” 

“But Cardan it hurts so bad. Even now it hurts. I’m glad Taryn wasn’t with us because what I saw was an image that will never leave me.” 

“I know it hurts, baby. But it wasn’t your fault. None of it, okay?” 

Jude is now sitting in his lap sideways. He begins to wipe the tears away while Jude nods her head and says with a thick voice, “Okay.” 

He just holds her and rocks her until he realizes she has fallen asleep. Her face still red from crying and she’s still so dang beautiful. 

Jude has been extra extra tired lately. She takes naps during the day. The migraines don't help either. She gets to go back to school Monday which it’s now Saturday so she is hoping and praying she gets through the whole day. 

 Now she has to bring the news to her family and friends. How is she going to tell them? How are they going to react? Next Saturday will tell it all.

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The Struggles of Having ADHD

- Only Being able to sleep either 2 hours or 16, there’s no in between. I am legit typing this at 3:02 am because I can’t sleep and I haven’t slept that much and it sucks. Summer is for sleeping, not for stress.

- Not being able to remember basic information about someone like their name, but being able to remember that they once told you that their great great aunt had a mole on her foot the shape of Texas. True story btw, sorry Amber.

- Feeling like your being rejected if your friend can’t make it to hang out with you because of family reasons. RSD is a bitch. Like the tiniest thing can make you feel rejected. Ie, your mom telling you not to be so loud, someone asking why your sneezes are so loud, someone asking you to return their pen, etc.

- Having your medication ware off/forgetting to take it and being the most annoying bitch in the galaxy. I once went on a school trip and my meds wore off and I ended up spending the 2 hour bus ride back annoying the guy who was trying to sleep in front of me, again, I am so sorry Max.

- IDK if it’s just me but, chewing on literally everything. Bottle caps, paper, fabric, rubber (my favorite), and much more. I used to get punished all the time for chewing on things I wasn’t supposed to. Nail biting is also a big thing. And so is hair chewing.

- Being told “You’re too smart to have ADHD”. Well Susan, I have a neurological devolpmental disorder, I’m not retarded.

- Either giving too much information or not enough when in conversation, and also bringing up really irrelevant things in the conversation like, I know we’re talking about the Louisiana Perchance but can I tell you about this one time it rained and I saw a snail?

- Being botherd by loud and/or repetitive noises. Pen clicking and high pitched sirens make me want to scream. They suckkk harder then Travis wants to suck Sal’s dick. And the worse is when people think you’re weird or that you have a problem with them for asking. I understand you like to click your pen and I’m so sorry it’s just so loud...

- Being afraid of your friends rejecting you. Again, RSD is a bitch. Like you’re afraid that one day your bestie will get up and leave and never come back and it’s all your fault and you suck and ughhhhhh. You’re also afraid their s/o / parents hate you and one day they’ll convince them to just leave you.

- Medication is a godsend but it’s also problematic. The stuff that I take fucks up my sleep schedule, my appetite, and make me tired and nauseous. It also gives me headaches and belly aches :(

- Either being so hungry that you also eat everything in your fridge or being so not hungry that even the concept of food disgust you. And sometimes, you even throw up because food is so gross and you’re gross and all that gross is inside you and eww.

- Intense, powerful migraines. They get worse in the winter months. Last year I took almost a week off of school because my migraines got worse and worse and worse and I couldn’t do it.

- Having no measurement of personal space or how to physically interact with someone. I just said hi, do I hug you, do I high five you, idk? Like idk how many potential friendships I’ve fucked up because I was too handsey.

- Being really particular about the type of clothing I wear. I love LOVE long sleeve shirts/ sweatshirts/ sweaters/ hoodies and shorts. I also love to wear socks around the house. I hate HATE wearing socks with shoes though, it makes me anxious. I also hate wearing certain types of pants. I literally only have 2 - 3 pairs of pants I’ll wear because pants sometimes feel like a tent and I hate that.

- Not being able to loose weight. I’m not fat, or chubby, I mean I have abs for God’s sake! It’s just that I have thick ass thigh I h a t e and I wish I could just get rid of them but my medication prevents me from loosing all that weight. On the bright side, I can eat a lot and not gain weight either.

- Having certain little routines you can’t skip. For example, every morning I must shave my legs and brush my hair or the world will end. I also must have all the doors and windows closed or else I’m gonna scream.

- Also idk if this is a problem for anyone else but doors and windows being open. I can’t stand it, I mean please, I don’t care that you’re just coming up for 1 thing but p l e a s e for the love of g o d, close the door that leads to upstairs. Having it open just isn’t right.

- Hyperfixiating on something for soo long that you forget to do basic hygiene like shower, use the bathroom, brush your hair, brush your teeth. It can get you in really big trouble but at least the job is done.

- Having a comfort item. Like I have this stuffed lamb whose name is “Lambchop” but I call “Lambie” and I sleep with them each and every night and carry them around the house with me when I’m home and if I’m upset I NEED to cuddle them bacuse it’s the only thing that will make the world go away.

- Being insanely good at certain academics and shitty at others. For example, when I was in 5th grade I was reading at an undergrad level and had the ability to understand science concepts a senior would be learning but my math was at the level of a second graders.

- Idk how to describe it but like, doing movements half way and the forgetting about them. Like this one time I was at a piano recital and I went to reach for something and forgot what I was reaching for so I just kinda held my hand up in a grabbing motion for half a song and then forgot about it until my mom reminded me to put it down.

- Not being able to understand that people don’t want to hear about your hyperfixiation. I’ve had 2 cases of this in my life, my “ghosts are definitely really and now this is my only personality triat” and my “I’m not a weeb but Tokyo Ghoul is so good now let me tell you all about the plot.” (Tokyo Ghoul gang REPRESENT)

- Having 3 different moods, hyperactive, normal, and cold. Like you’re normal most of the time but sometimes you’re sooo hyper that your an entirely different person, or sometimes you’re sooo distant you’re a different person too.

- Not being able to identify your emotions very well. Like, this guy just told me that my dad and my bestie are asshole who deserve to die in a fire, what am I feeling? Am I sad? Angry? Scared? Do I think this is funny? Am I gonna laugh? Cry? Idk, throw hands? Or the dreaded crush. Do I have feelings for this person or do I just want to be really good friends? Do I hate them? Love them? Am I gonna cry the next time I see them? Last time we hung out was fun but idk???

- Also like I mentioned, romance/sexuality is hard. Last time I dated I dated this guy I really liked, or at least I thought I did. We dated for three months before I blew it off because he asked to put his arm around me and it was weird when I said yes. Also sexuality. Idk if this is a problem for anyone else or just my bisexual ass. Like it’s so hard and I really like guys but hey, girls are hot. And like I like guys more than girls?? Sometime it makes me feel really fake.

- Really enhanced weird hearing. I know at least 80% of my classes drama because I have superhearing and I’m a literal hearing god bow down, bitch. I can hear the smallest of sounds and such, but for some goddamn reason I can’t understand how loud I’m being.

- Extestensial nihilism and just being cool about it. Like, dude, idk if there’s a god out there? I’d like to think there’s some sort of Devine power and we have a purpose but idk, we probably don’t have a purpose. I mean, we’ll be forgotten after we die anyway unless we’re Tom Holland. And love probably doesn’t exist either and it’s only stigmatized by movies and books and media and we’re all gonna get married and be miserable for ever and such. But like does it really even matter? In the end we’re all alone so go off I guess.

- Being really sensitive to smell. Certain smells drive me through the roof. For example, I have an extreme fish allergy and even smelling the slightest hint a salmon can give me a migraine so intense I think I’m dying. Or essential oils. Ughh I hate those. They send me through the roof.

- Being able to remember something you heard in a YouTube video you watched back when you were nine but not being able to remember when you birthday is some days because it really be like that.

- Being really good with little kids. Idk if everyone is like this but I am very childish myself and little kids love me. I have at least 3 little boys in 1st - 3rd grade who think I’m their girlfriend and 8 little girls in kindergarten - 5th grade who think I’m their big sister, it’s really sweet.

- Always apologizing is a big thing for me. When I was a child I used to get in trouble for saying sorry when I did anything and that carried to teen hood. Last year at my dance class my teacher noticed this and tried to help me break my habit god bless you Christine.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk bois. ADHD sucks but I know you can do it👌🏻

[steviemae]

ultimatum // malachai

requested by anonymous: Ooh, I'm so glad requests are open! What about some angst for Malachai? Maybe like a one-night stand fulled with Jingle Jangle goes wrong and the reader ends up getting pregnant and has to tell her dad; FP. Btw I've legit been scrolling your blog for ages and I'm in love with your writing, it's so fucking amazing.

“Want something to drink, doll?” Malachai asked walking over to the bar cart.

“No thank you. I’ve had enough alcohol for tonight.” you took a seat on the edge of the bed watching the muscles in his back move as he poured himself a drink. He turned and walked over to you, handing you a glass of water before taking a seat next to you on the couch. You mumbled a thank you, downing the whole glass of water feeling slightly dehydrated.

“Let’s get this show on the road shall we?” he smirked waving the stick of jingle jangle. You smiled at him, watching as his fingers moved to rip open the end. He brought it to your lips, you tilted your head back and opened your mouth allowing him to pour the substance into your mouth. He poured half into yours before taking the other half for himself. Once the substance was dissolved he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss.

“You know what they say about jingle jangle?” he asked when he pulled away. You shook your head no, not really knowing what he was going to say. This wasn’t your first time taking jingle jangle, but you only took it when you were hanging with friends in the comfort of your own home.

“It heightens orgasms.” he whispered in your ear, biting down on your lobe, “think we should test that theory?” he kissed along your jaw and down your neck before pulling back and gauging your reaction.

“I say we take one more straw and then test that theory.” you whispered back, a smirk toying at the corner of your lips. Malachai smiled taking the other straw out of his pocket doing the same as he did before. Dumping half into your mouth before taking the rest himself before tossing the now empty tube on the floor and attacking your mouth with his, making you fall backwards on the bed. You rushed to climb further up the bed, Malachai climbing on top of you. You made out and let your hands roam each other’s bodies, teasing slightly until you felt the drug kick in.

Moments later, you could feel it. You felt like the two of you were floating on a cloud, each kiss burning your skin like you’ve never felt before. You ripped each others clothes off in a desperate haste to feel each other.

--

The next morning you woke up groggy and with a pounding headache. You looked next to you remembering that Malachai had brought you upstairs. Flashes of the amazing sex the two of you had last night went through your brain. Looking down at the naked man next to you, those flashes were proven right. You groaned quietly, getting up from the bed and grabbing your clothes to slip back on. You thought you’d be able to sneak out before Malachai woke up, but you thought wrong.

“Leaving so soon?” he rasped as he rolled onto his back, leaning on his elbows so he could see you.

“Gotta get home at some point before my dad comes looking for me.” you joked standing at the end of the bed. He motioned for you to come to him so you walked to where he lay and sat next to him. He reached for your face pulling your down to kiss him. You scooted closer, putting your hand on his chest kissing him back.

“Put your number in my phone.” he mumbled against your lips. You nodded grabbing his phone off the side table handing it to him to unlock and putting your number in when he handed it back. You stood up from the bed, grabbing your shoes from the floor and put them on and slipped out of the room.

--

Months had past and you’ve been on your best behavior. Your dad had caught onto your partying antics and you didn’t want him to find out about Malachai, who you had been seeing ever since that night at the party. So you decided to not go to a party for a while and to stay sober until you were back on your dad’s good side.

You currently sat at Pop’s with Betty, Jughead, Veronica, Archie and Reggie. All of you were stressed about the SAT’s so you decided to meet at Pop’s for milkshakes after school to cool off for a few before studying some more. Pop had brought out the milkshakes and the second he sat yours in front of you, you felt sick to your stomach.

“I think i’m gonna throw up.” you mumbled feeling that uneasiness in the back of your throat. You dry heaved slightly before getting up out of the booth and booking it to the bathroom. Veronica and Betty followed after you to make sure you were good. You had no idea what was going on. You’ve never felt sick at the sight of anything at Pop’s, especially the milkshakes; those were your favorite part of Pop’s.

After throwing up into the toilet you wiped your mouth with some toilet paper before flushing the toilet and exiting the stall.

“Everything alright?” Betty asked.

“Yeah, i think it’s just stress from all the SAT crap.” you answered, “i’m gonna head home i think.” the girls nodded in agreement, thinking it was best that you go home as well. You grabbed your bag from the booth, bidding your friends and brother a goodbye before heading out and starting the trek home.

You decided to stop at the convenience store to get something for your stomach in case you felt like vomiting again. Walking up and down the isles, searching for some antacid you passed the condom section. You stopped in your tracks, taking a couple of steps backwards and turning to face the shelves of condoms.

“Fuck.” you mumbled to yourself. You bent down and grabbed a pregnancy test, “just in case. You’re probably not, but that night is blurry so just in case.” you whispered to yourself. You grabbed some antacid as well and headed to the counter to pay.

As you left the store, you text your dad to see if he was home thanking god when he said he was out and would be out for a while. You called Malachai as you walked home deciding to ask him about that fuzzy night of ecstasy.

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” he answered.

“Hi, quick question.” you said, “um did you use a condom that night we did JJ and slept together?” you asked anxiously picking at the strap of your backpack.

“You and i both know, neither of us remember exactly what happened that night. Just that it was probably the best sex either of us ever happened. Why? Is everything okay?” he asked, concern filling his voice.

“Everything’s fine, i was just asking. I threw up at Pop’s after he brought out a milkshake, but i’m sure it’s just the stress from cramming for the SATs.” you brushed it off.

“Okay, baby. Let me know if you need anything, alright.”

You finally reached your trailer, running inside as fast as you could and heading straight for the bathroom. Dropping everything but the test in the hallway, you shut the door, locking it in case someone came home. You pulled both tests out of the box, reading the directions before you opened them both and sat on the toilet to pee on both sticks. When you were done, you sat them both on the counter and flushed the toilet.

“Okay, three minutes and everything will be fine.” you said to yourself. Praying to god those tests came out negative. You slid down the wall, your butt hitting the floor as you put your face in your hands, not lifting it until the timer went off signalling it was time to check. You took a deep breath before standing and grabbing both tests off the counter. You closed your eyes tight, holding the tests out in front of you taking one last deep breath before opening them. Your heart and jaw dropped, eyes widening and stomach churned.

“Oh my god.”

--

You were pacing the living room floor until your dad came home. He immediately walked over to you, asking what was wrong.

��Can you sit down, please. I don’t know how to tell you this and i’m freaking out and i - i can’t, can you promise you won’t yell at me?” your voice grew raspy with every word until it finally cracked and a tear fell from your eye.

“What could you possibly have to tell me, honey?” he asked concerned. You couldn’t speak so instead you handed him the wash cloth that the tests were wrapped in and stood with your head down.

“Oh my god.” he whispered, “when did you take these?” he asked standing up from the couch.

“Today. I threw up at Pop’s and thought it was just stress and then i passed the tests at the convenience store so i grabbed one but i really didn’t think i was and now that says i am and i don’t know what to do.” you cried. Your dad immediately pulled you into a hug, letting you cry into his chest.

“We’ll figure this out, kid. It’s alright. We’ll make you an appointment with the doctor and we’ll find out for sure. Just calm down.” he brushed through your hair trying his best to calm your cries. When you had calmed down enough, he asked you the dreaded question.

“Who’s the dad, honey?” you sat down on the couch and played with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“I don’t want to tell you until we go to the doctor and find out for sure, and then i want to tell him. After that, i’ll tell you who it is, but right now can we just keep this between us?” you asked.

“Sure thing. Our little secret, like old times.” he smiled holding out his pink for you to take. You wrapped your around his giving him a soft smile, “go get some rest, kid. I’ll see if i can get you in tomorrow. The sooner we find out the better so we can get everything figured out.” he kissed your forehead before walking into the kitchen to call the doctor's office. You went into your room, changing into some pjs and climbed into bed thinking about how life could change for you.

--

“You’re what?” Malachai’s entire face dropped. Shock took over his features. His voice was monotoned and his shoulders slumped.

“Please don’t be mad at me.” you whispered.

“Why would i be mad at you?” he asked not understanding.

“Because this changes everything. We’re young, for starters. You run a gang - no, the biggest drug dealing gang in all of Riverdale. You’re the leader of my dad’s rival gang. I know i’ve been Switzerland this whole time, Kai but think about it. This isn’t going to make things better, it’s going to make things worse. You don’t want a kid. You got everything you could ever want right now. You run a drug empire, making mad money.” you ranted.

“I’ve never said i didn’t want kids, so don’t try to make shit up. I know this isn’t an ideal situation, but if you want to keep this baby we’ll figure it out.”

“Do you want to keep the baby?” you asked in a whisper.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think you and i, only being together officially for about a mont, knowing each other for six month, could raise a baby together?” you asked watching as he walked over to the couch to sit down, running his hands through his hair.

“I don’t know”

“So what do you know?” you asked crossing your arms over your chest.

“I know that i care about you, a lot. Regardless of who your dad is or who your brother is and that this is ultimately your choice, it’s your body. I’m not going to tell you what to do with it. I know that whatever you decide, i’m going to support you all the way in every way possible - financially, emotionally whatever.” you walked over to stand in front of him, cupping his face in your hands as tears started falling from your eyes.

“I’m scared and i don’t know what to do.” you whispered. Malachai stood up quickly, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

“I know, baby. We’ll figure it out.”

--

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” your dad asked. His face was red with anger, but you could tell he was trying his best to keep his cool.

“I’m not.” you whispered.

“Malachai, the Ghoulie leader, drug lord of Riverdale, is the father of your child.”

“Why do you have to say it like that? That’s like someone asking me oh my god, Serpent King, biker gang member FP is your dad. Yes okay, he’s in some shit, but that doesn’t make him a bad person. Just like going to church doesn’t make you a good person.

“No absolutely not.”

“No what, dad?” you asked.

“It’s him or your family, y/n. You can’t have both. Not when we’re a part of rival gangs. No chance in hell am i welcoming that bastard with open arms after everything he’s done to this town.”

“You can’t seriously be telling me to choose between this baby’s dad or my family.”

“I am. Him or us, y/n. You choose him, you cut ties with us. You’re one of them. You choose us, you cut ties with him and we’ll help you. In a perfect world, maybe you could work it out, but this is Riverdale, sweety. Make a decision.”

“Why are you being like this, dad?” you cried.

“You did this to yourself.” with that, your dad stormed out of the trailer. The engine of his bike roared before fading off into the distance. Jughead walked in moments later finding you sobbing at the kitchen table.

“What happened?” he rushed over to you, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m pregnant,” you sobbed, “and Malachai’s the father and dad just gave me an ultimatum.”

“What ultimatum, y/n?” Jughead asked pulling away to look at you.

“You guys or Malachai. He said i can’t have both. And if i choose one i have to cut ties completely with the other.” you wiped your face on the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“I’ll talk to him, y/n. I’ll fix this.” he assured.

“Don’t bother. It’s clear dad doesn’t give a shit. Malachai has been looking at places for me in case dad did this and i can’t cut my baby’s dad out of their life. He has a choice in this too, y’know.”

“But that means cutting ties with us.”

“I know, Jug. and trust me, this is the hardest decision i’ve ever had to make, but i can’t just keep Malachai from his kid.”

“I know, i know. Shh, okay. Everything’s gonna be okay. Maybe once the baby is born dad will calm down and come to his senses. Come on, i’ll help you pack and drop you off to Malachai.” Jughead helped you stand up, walking into your room to pack a couple of bags. You text Malachai telling him you were coming soon and that you’d explain when you got there.

By the time you and Jughead finished packing all of your necessities, both of you were crying. You could tell Jughead was trying his hardest to keep it together, but the second you stepped out of the car and Malachai got all of your bags out, he was propper sobbing. He got out, rounding the car to give you a hug, telling you that everything was okay.

“Keep her safe.” he told Malachai earning a nod from him in response. And with that Jughead got back in the truck, heading back to the trailer park.

[jimlingss]

Hello dear!! Do you still write drabbles for DOL? I think the girls parents reaction whn meeting jimin for the first time in his human form would be fun n cute, knowing jimin knws them pretty well. N jimin's reaction himself! He'd be so overwhelmed n touched tht they can finally see him right? Btw i love this fic so much idc how long it is im gna keep rereading it until i die lol

oh my god, I thought people would forget about the DOL drabbles ahahahaha. I learnt I’m not a huge, huge fan of writing drabbles, just cause I always have so much to say that the word count gets ridiculous and it’s no longer a drabble and I like leaving my finished stories as is without messing with them further. But I guess since I opened Pandora’s box....why not...

Devil’s Own Luck Drabble #6

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Summary: Jimin finally meets the parents he’s known his entire life....technically they’re not ‘the’ parents, but also ‘his’ parents....they just don’t know that.

{Age: 24}

“Shouldn’t you be a little more nervous?”

Jimin strolls up to the house with his hands in his pockets, whistling like he owns the place or he’s the son of some rich mogul, eyeing the land like he’s going to buy it all. “Why should I be? I know them probably better than you do.”

He throws his arm around your shoulder, laughing at your little pout. “Yeah, but they don’t know you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Didn’t you know? I’m charming.”

“You’re a demon,” you correct and with a sigh, your finger presses on the doorbell. It’s not like you’re feeling particularly anxious either —you just hope he doesn’t burn down the place.

On the other side, the tinkling bell sound echoes throughout the home and then there’s a stampede of footsteps, loud murmurs leaking through the open window. In the next breath, the front door is swinging open and your mom’s standing with a smile, eyes flickering to your face before the male beside you.

“This must be...”

“Jimin!” He grins. The breeze cards through his fluffy brown hair, eyes crinkled into half moons like an angel and he extends his arm, shaking her hand. Aside from when it concerns you, if the demon be emotional, he would feel pretty touched right now. After all, your parents have long been his parents too. This is the mother-figure he’s been around while growing up with you, the closest thing he’s had to a maternal figure, and now she could finally see him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he says with a soft smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Her eyes are wide and she clears her throat, shifting the door so it’s open wider. “Come in, come in! You both must be starving. The trip must’ve been tiring.”

“It wasn’t too bad.” You take off your coat, throwing in on the hanger. “Where’s dad?”

“Here.” A man stands at the living room doorway, arms crossed and brows furrowed, expression stern. Yet, Jimin doesn’t feel the slightest bit threatened. If anything, his grin expands and without thinking, the idiot devil runs over, engulfing the man in a hug, making him stagger back with an ‘oof’.

“Jimin!” You gasp, jaw dropping and eyeballs nearly falling out of its sockets.

They’re going to think he’s insane.

But your mother just laughs at your dad’s shock, finding it all too amusing. And all at once, your dad’s strict facade crumbles, and he peels your boyfriend off from his body. “Sorry…” Jimin finally register what he just did, but he’s still too excited to repress his grin. “I just heard a lot about you, that’s all. It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Uh..um...no...I-....that’s completely fine.” He clears his throat. “I’m….uh...looking forward to getting to know you better.”

“Y/N, why don’t you show him to the kitchen?” Your mother tells you as she joins your dad’s side with a fond smile.

Okay. You take it back.

You’re getting really nervous.

And it’s not because you’re afraid of your parent’s reactions or of Jimin becoming jittery and accidentally setting fire to the walls of your childhood home. Rather, you’re afraid because he’s too goddamn comfortable!

The man skips happily into the kitchen himself without you having to show him the way and he peers into the pot on the stove. He takes the ladle and swirls the stew. “Oh! I love this!”

Your mother trails behind with a surprised expression. “You do?”

“Yes! I like how soft the potatoes get.” He smiles and then stumbles, nearly slamming into the wall when you harshly nudge him. “I mean…..it looks soft. And I like it because it smells so good!”

He awkwardly laughs and you might get a concussion with how hard you want to facepalm yourself.

The demon skedaddles away into the dining room before your mom can get in another word and he brushes past your dad who’s still setting up the table. Jimin’s nose presses on the window and his palms press against the clean surface as he looks outside into the backyard. “Oh, you repainted the porch? I like the light birch colour.”

Your dad freezes. His neck cranes. “What.”

Jimin’s face pales and he turns his head too, stiff smile pulling on his lips. Fuck. He realizes his mistakes and he wonders if he could just temporarily possess your parents and put them into bed and make it seem like this was all a dream. He could start over again. But you probably would not appreciate that. At all.

“Y/N was telling me about it.”

“She didn’t know I repainted the porch.”

“She told me it was a dark brown before,” the demon counters with a mischievous glint to his eyes, though sweat begins to drip from his forehead.

Your dad lifts a brow in suspicion. “She told you the colour of her old porch?”

“The things we talk about…” Jimin nods and pinches the bridge of his nose. “....it gets very detailed sometimes.”

You barge into the conversation with a piercing scream. Both males turn their heads towards you, flinching from the sound. And you fist pump the air. “I...I am just so, so excited to tell you about what’s been going on lately! We should eat. Right now. So I have time to tell you my stories!”

All your hair is falling out.

All your hair is turning gray.

This was a terrible idea. No matter how much your parents asked about meeting your ‘new’ boyfriend, you should’ve known better. You should’ve known three decades would be shaved off of your life from pure stress.

“You know, you feel very familiar,” your mom interjects in the conversation in the moment you’re caught off guard, taking a rest from chatting and accidentally daydreaming.

Jimin quirks his head to the side, amused smile on his plump lips. “Am I?”

“Like the son I never had.” She laughs and you breathe a sigh of relief. It still surprises you how she’s taken a liking to him already and it’s almost offensive how your parents ignore you.

“You know, now that you mention it, it’s kind of funny,” your dad starts. He swallows his mouthful and looks at the devil beside you who’s innocently batting his lashes, the apples of his reddened cheeks making him ironically look like a cherub and every parent’s dream child. “Didn’t Y/N have an imaginary friend named Jimin?”

“Really?” He props his elbows onto the dinner table, hands threaded together and underneath his chin. He slightly turns towards you. “You did?”

“Y-yeah…” You swallow hard, wondering how the hell he could make you suffer like this in your own home. You were the only one suffering under the burden of his secret and he was having a good old time being chaotic as usual.

“That’s right.” Your mom snaps her fingers and sips her wine. “She loved that imaginary friend so much, couldn’t stop talking about him for years. She ate with him, talked to him, took baths with him, even said she slept next to him. I thought there was something wrong, but thankfully she grew out of it.”

No one notices.

But you’ve been with Jimin for twenty years and you catch the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“What a coincidence.”

[sgtduckybucky]

Snow day at the zoo

Anon said: So I saw your request are open so…..Can you write something cute about Dad!Chris Evans. Maybe a trip to Disney Land? Or Dad!Sebastian Stan taking the kids to the zoo. You can choose which to write. Btw: your Chris Evans head cannon was so cute ❤️

A/N: Thank you so much for sending a request! And I’m glad that you liked my head canon! So, I decided that I wanted to do both the chris and sebastian request because I’m a sucker for dad’s who take their children to these kinds of places.

Also, I apologize for the abrupt ending! I didn’t know how to continue. 

Hope you like it!

February was one of your favorite months of the year.

It was the middle of winter and always left you anticipating for the spring season to start. You loved the snow a lot but around this time of year you grow a bit sick of it.

The warm bed you slept in protected you from all the snow outside. And the arms around your waist made you hated the snow even more because you knew you had to leave it eventually and be in the embrace of the bitter cold.

“Good morning,” Sebastian whispered, gently opening his eyes.

“G’morning.” You smiled lazily as he pecked your forehead.

“Do we have to go to work?” You whined, snuggled closer to your husband.

“I’m afraid so, love.”

You sighed deeply, “Might as well get it over with.”

Once you were done getting ready for the day, you were in the kitchen preparing breakfast while Sebastian helped your daughter, Rayan, get ready for school.

You were making your infamous waffles when the house phone rang.

“Hello,” You had the receiver between your ear and shoulder.

“Is this Mrs. Y/N?” the other end asked.

“Yes, this is she.” You replied while taking out the waffle from the waffle iron.

“Yes, hello. This is principle Thompson and I am calling to let you know that the school is closed down for the day. I’m afraid we had a bit of storm in the middle of the night last night and the road to school is closed until further noticed.” The man said.

And as he said those words, you looked out the window as if to confirm what he was saying. And true to his words, the entire neighborhood was covered in three inches of snow.

“Thank you for calling, Mr. Thompson. Goodbye.”

As you decorated the waffles, you heard your daughter running down the stairs.

“What did I tell you about running down the stairs, Ray?” You called out to her.

“But mommy,” she whined while taking a seat on the rounded kitchen table, “The stairs are carpetededed.”

“Carpeted.” You corrected your daughter before continuing, “That’s not the point. You could still break something.”

Rayan playfully scrunched up her nose at you just as Sebastian walked into the kitchen and kissed your cheek.

“Rayan’s school just called,” You informed your husband.

“And?”

“She doesn’t have school today. Roads are closed.” You whispered in hopes your daughter couldn’t hear you but she did.

“No school? Yaaaaaaaaayyyy!!!” She got off her chair and started running around the house.

You covered your face with your hands. It’s not like you didn’t love your daughter but you didn’t have time to find a babysitter and you couldn’t call in sick today.

“What about work, did they call?” Sebastian asked.

You looked at him as if he just found the cure for cancer.

“Let me check.” As you went to the kitchen counter to where your phone was resting, Sebastian fished out his phone from his pocket.

“Well, I don’t have anything for today.” Sebastian announced while locking his phone.

“Me too.” You stood next to him, “The roads are closed for the now but they estimate they’ll reopen them at around 10 am.” You read the news article aloud.

You spent the morning cleaning the house. Sebastian and Rayan were clearing the snow from the front yard and drive way while you cleaned the kitchen and Rayan’s bedroom.

When it was closer to ten, you were all inside drinking hot chocolate with mini marshmallows in them.

“The roads are open again.” You read out loud after taking a sip from your mug.

“What should we do for the day?” Sebastian asked.

“We need to go grocery shopping.” You remembered the long list on the refrigerator door. “LET’S GO TO THE ZOO! LET’S GO TO THE ZOO!!” Rayan chanted.

“Ok, how about we go to the zoo first and then to the market?” Sebastian suggested, “Sounds good?”

“YAAAAY!” Your daughter squealed and dashed up the stairs to get ready.

The zoo was oddly crowded, not too much but enough you had to make sure your daughter was next to you.

“What do you want to see first, Ray?” Sebastian asked.

Rayan scrunched up her face in deep thought before loudly announcing, “Monkeys!”

“Monkeys it is!”

It was crowded at the monkey exhibit for the monkeys were playing in the snow.

“Is it ok for them to be in the snow?” When kid asked the zookeeper.

“Yes,” The zookeeper replied. “This level of snow is harmless and when they monkeys feel cold, we will bring them back inside again.”

“Is this the first time they’ve seen the snow?” Rayan asked.

“The smaller ones, yes. Considering that they are just babies.

Some of the exhibits were closed due either the weather being too cold or the zookeepers didn’t have time to clean their dens and nests.

Luckily, the reptile area was located indoors where it was warmer.

“I want a pet snake!” Rayan said.

“Sweetheart, they’re a bit difficult to take care of.” You crouched down to where your daughter was looking at the big python. “How about we start with something smaller before working our way up?” you suggested.

“A lizard?” She guessed.

“Sure. But only if you worked hard in school then we’ll see.”

“Deal!” she gave you a toothy smile.

You didn’t stay long at the zoo but you did take a couple of pictures. Your favorite being one where Sebastian had Rayan on his shoulders at the giraffe exhibit and Rayan stuck her tongue out mimicking the tall animal.

Sebastian’s favorite was the one where You and Rayan pretended to growl at the lions who just gave you a deadpanned look. He was setting that as his lock screen.  

[sinrau]

Let me start by saying that anyone that’s known me for most of my young adult through adult life KNOWS that I have been through a lot of rough s#t!! Some of it I undoubtedly brought on myself, but not until unspeakable things were inflicted on ME, and I drown it all out in drugs and alcohol….I can tell you the EXACT MOMENT when I threw my hands up in the air and said ‘F^K IT’, they’ve already taken everything from me, so why do I care what I do, or how I hurt myself, it cannot be any worse than THIS!!

That’s was the turning point in my life, I was 15, BTW!! It lead me down and dark, tragic, and ugly road that has only somewhat recently opened up and brightened. But I digress…….

In that dark time….I married my daughter’s father, we were NOT good for one another and he was a terrifying and unpredictable man. The ENTIRE time I knew him, he was strung out. Pills at first, cocaine, then eventually settling on methamphetamines. He stayed awake longer than I ever thought possible. He threatened, hit, and held me at gunpoint more times than I can count. He eventually nailed all the doors and Windows shut/shuttered and basically held me prisoner at gunpoint for extended periods of time. I missed my cousin, Kristy Willis’s baby’s birth…..That was my life. For FAR TOO LONG!! I have a VERY THICK hospital/police records file to prove it.

I had grown accustomed to sleeping FULLY CLOTHED with shoes on my feet, with a spare car key hidden in my sock, so if I got the chance to dart out an open door and run….I had a fighting chance. He would hit me SO HARD that I would literally see ‘stars’ and I would have to pep talk myself and fight to stay awake and alert because I KNEW I was dead if I lost consciousness. I barely slept, he would kill me if I let my guard down, for some imaginary things he thought I did to wrong him while I was ASLEEP?!?? If I ever fell asleep

I would be awoken to him standing on my face kicking me with his steel toe work boots

This is just a SMALL sampling of events that took place in my life from 1997-2001.

Once Ashton Brooke was born, it wasn’t JUST my life anymore, and I finally got out with just my car, the clothes on my back, and my daughter. She was 6-7 months old. But that was JUST THE BEGINNING of running, hiding, changing my name, trying to survive in a new bigger city (Birmingham, AL) without ANYTHING. No money, no shelter, no job, NOTHING. It was the scariest time in my life. MUCH SCARIER than Scott playing Russian Roulette with the gun and my head….because NOW I had a second little life to worry about. To make sure SHE WAS SAFE, warm, fed, taken care of….

I say all of this today not for pity, I can count on ONE HAND the amount of people that know even a partial piece of my story. I do not like to talk about. It’s VERY personal and makes me feel WEAK. I say ALL OF THIS because I am so TIRED of people that have NEVER been through any of it CONSTANTLY minimizing abuse.

My father has mid-stage dementia. He has become INCREASINGLY violent with my sweet, soft-spoken, naïve, mother, Darlene Turner Parton. I love her to death, but the whole situation is frustrating. And when his friends and family are constantly saying “Oh, he doesn’t understand!” Or ‘He would never really hurt you’ OR ‘All he REALLY did was ‘X’ I CALL BULLSHIT!!

I understand that he is sick. But that DOES NOT change the fact that my mother never knows if he going to try to kill her in her sleep. Or stab her when he loses things and blames her. Or throw her down, chase her with a hatchet through the house, drag her by her hair, etc, etc, etc. (All of these latter events have taken place-in some form) Just because he is sick and doesn’t understand the repercussions DOES NOT make it ANY LESS SCARY for my mother. In fact it would probably make me a little more uneasy than someone sane. Sane people understand cause and effect. He doesn’t anymore. It is BEYOND sad and frustrating. And we seem to be at a very shaky and unanswered crossroads.

But the NEXT one of my Mom’s step-kids (Dad’s children) that says ‘Oh, he didn’t REALLY hurt her’. Ohhhh. I’m gonna lose it!!

No, you’re right. He didn’t really PHYSICALLY hurt her THIS time. But emotionally she is a WRECK. Heck, I am a wreck lately. Always worried about the health Andy safety of them both. But she is now living in a constant state of fear. It is a constant uneasy, unpredictable, scary life to live. And she shouldn’t have to live in fear of her life, her well-being, her safety. With him sick or not sick!!! Her pain and HER FEAR are here and they are REAL!!!

And on a side note: I do not believe they actually give 2 f**ks about what happens to her, how it effects her, or what she has to endure. They just see $$ dollar signs and an old man who doesn’t know any better and will sign for them to get a brand new house and 2 brand new cars in his name. So they can not pay, screw the old man’s credit and steal his small Social Security Check each month to do whatever they want and know he doesn’t know what he is signing, he doesn’t remember what he is agreeing to, and he doesn’t have the mental capacity to legally sign documents anymore. But they absolutely do not care. Just like my parents have been married for over 45 years and as soon as they could physically get Dad, they took him and cleared out ALL of my parent’s joint bank accounts and transferred the SSI benefits to their account. It is the MOST degenerate and selfish things I’ve ever seen family do to one another. Those SSI benefits are the way the Mom takes care of Dad, doctors, medicine, power, phone, water bills, etc. Without it she is SO SCREWED. And she is a diabetic, without money for HER meds, she will DIE. Without money for power to keep the insulin cold, she WILL DIE!! And it became extremely apparent to me that this was the case and that none of them really seem to care about HIS well-being either. He went with one of his older children and grandchild to KY for about 4-6 months. In that time they NEVER once swapped his Medicare over or took him to the doctor. But they sure as hell made sure they forwarded his SSI check to their bank account and cleaned out all of the joint bank accounts. So DO NOT EVEN TRY to tell ME or anyone else that you are just ‘doing what is best for him’. NO!!!! You are doing what is best for YOU!

They all need to go the hell on if they do not want to Genuinely help him AND her have a better and safer end of life TOGETHER!!!

[realexotrash]

Cabin//pt.2

(gif not mine, credit to the owner. Btw this is a good ass gif I applaud you)

genre: smut (not in this part, in later parts), fluff, friend!au, skinny dipping

warning: skinny dipping, graphic smut (again in later parts. in the next part you ask? idk, guess you’ll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Baekhyun is a fuckin tease just like how he is in real life.

length: idk man pretty long

Authors note: I want to thank you all for all the positive responses I’ve received for cabin, it really means a lot because I literally wrote it just to write it and now you guys are messaging me the nicest stuff so thank you. Btw I kind of changed up my writing style in this one, so instead of the huge block paragraphs everything is spaced out a little better. Anyway, here’s cabin pt. 2, enjoy.

(I didn’t really know what to do with pt.2 so I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with it so if you guys wanna leave requests or ideas for later parts in my ask box it would be awesome because I want to see where you guys want me to take this.)

pt: 2 ___

“So I guess it’s just you and me till Friday.”

It was like every cell in your body started to reek havoc. Friday? That’s another 5 days alone with Baekhyun, not to mention that you had literally just watched him touch himself to the thought of you no longer than 5 minutes ago; and now you would have to spend 5 days trying not to attack him.

“That’s 5 days. What are we going to do for food?”

Baekhyun put his phone down onto the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, “I guess my mom left us $200 in emergency money, so that should be good enough, right?” The last word left his lips a little shaky.

“Yeah that should be fine.” You started to walk towards the window, trying to hide the fact that your face had turned a bright shade of pink.

You heard Baekhyun take a deep inhale in, and then his footsteps heading in your direction until he was standing right beside you, looking out towards the lake and many trees.

“Is… Is that okay?” Baekhyun questions, “Because if it isn’t then I understand, I can call my mom and tell them to come home immed…”

He was cut off by your words “Baekhyun it’s okay, I promise. I could really use 5 days to get away from my mom’s constant dancing and blabbling and my Dad talking about golf literally 24/7” you giggled turning to see that Baekhyun was laughing along too.

“Yeah and my Mom’s terrible songs she makes up when she’s doing random tasks,” he starts to tap the glass of the window “or how my Dad literally falls asleep everywhere that he sits for more than 10 minutes.” the way he laughs is only making you laugh harder, “and don’t even get me started on my brother’s constant ‘I’m an athlete mom, not a housemaid’.” he says in the deepest voice he can possibly manage. He sighs “Let’s just make these next five days fun.“ he says turning to meet your eyes, and once again you find yourself melting by the sight of his smile, it really is your favorite thing about him.

You turn back to the window, "Agreed.”

Baekhyun stops tapping on the window and puts his hand down, accidentally brushing yours. You fight the chill coursing through your body.

You turn on your heel to head to the various cupboards displayed across the kitchen, “well first we have to figure out what were gonna eat for lunch.” You shuffle through the various canned items.

During your search for at least something that could possibly work to eat, you felt Baekhyun’s hands on your hips behind you, you freeze. He looks over your shoulder as if this was an innocent act.

“Why don’t we have some ravioli?” His grip on your hips loosened till they were no more.

“Yeah…” with shaky hands you grab the two cans “…sure.”

Baekhyun takes a seat at the island, “Is everything okay?” He asks with fake confusion in his face, he knew what he was doing.

“Yeah I’m fine. Uh… do you want orange juice or canada dry?”

“Canada dry is good.” He sits up straight. “So about the room situation…”

You turn to face him.

“I think it’s too cold at night for us to… sleep apart.” You flush at his words.

You turn back around so you could finish making the food, “Yeah, it really was freezing last night.”

“I felt like I was gonna get frostbite.”

“Yeah I could tell, you were strangling me.” you laugh.

“YAH at least you were warm!” he smirks, “You were enjoying the sight too.”

You flush. “Shut up!” You throw an ice cube at him from the freezer.

He throws his arms up in defeat, “Okay okay, you were just strangled… totally not staring at me while I slept.”

You had no words. Glaring, you threw another ice cube at him.

“Hey! Stop that!” He laughs covering his body to block further cubes.

You place the Ravioli in front of him, “Your majesty.” You say with a bow.

“Thank you my humble servant.” Baekhyun says returning your bow.

You two sit at the island. “Weren’t we supposed to have PB&J’s?” Baekhyun asks turning to you.

You laugh “I totally forgot.” ___

You find yourself laying on the couch, reading Fahrenheit 451. A pouty Baekhyun enters the room, “y/n I’m bored.” He lifts your legs from the couch and sits, placing them in his lap.

‘This little shit’ was all you could really think.

You sat up, legs still in his lap. “Well what would you like to do?”

He pauses, thinking for a second “Hold on.” Baekhyun takes your legs off his lap and stands, placing them back down on the couch, and heads into your shared room. He returns with his portable speaker and stands with his phone in hand, trying to connect it. Out from the speaker blasts Strawberry Afternoons by Lonely Benson.

He holds out his hand, “Dance with me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes. You sigh, placing your bookmark back in your book and putting it on the table to stand. You take his hand and he starts swinging you, twirling you, and moving all over the cabin with you. You both are laughing as you dance together. Just as Baekhyun goes to twirl you, within an instant both of his feet fly up from beneath him as he lands on his back. You couldn’t contain your laughter and had to get on the floor as you held your stomach, tears streaming from your eyes trying to ask if he was okay through your cackling. Baekhyun groaned but as soon as he saw you he started laughing too. Soon you both were rolling around on the floor laughing so hard it had almost become painful.

“That was” you heave “the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” still on the floor. Your abs and face hurt.

“Shut up.” He smiles, pushing your shoulder.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face You sit up, “What time is it?”

Baekhyun sits up for a brief second to look at the clock on the stove, “2:07am″ he lays back on the floor, massaging his cheeks from the laughter.

You stand, “come on, I wanna show you something.” You put out your hand. Hesitating for only a second, he takes it, allowing you to lead him.

You climb the wooden ladder that leads into the loft, with Baekhyun right behind you “your brother showed this to my sister and I a couple years ago and made us promise not to tell you about it.”

He pouts, “What, why?”

“You were being a quote ‘little asshole’ that day I guess.” You giggle, finally reaching the loft. You head towards the little walk in closet just to the right of the room. Walking inside you look up, a small trap door placed in the middle. You turn to Baekhyun, “give me boost will ya?” Giving him your leg, he cupped his hands and hoisted you up. You grabbed the little latch on the trap door and pulled it down, a wooden staircase falling down with it.

“What the hell” Baekhyun whispered.

You started to go up the stairs, until you climbed into an attic. It was small and smelled of dust and who knows what from over the years. The room was shaped like a triangle with a window to the left and various boxes that covered the floor.

You turned around to see Baekhyun studying the room, “why did you bring me up here?”

As your answer, you opened the window. “You trust me?” he nods, “then come on.”

You climb out of the window. The view is absolutely stunning; the moon shines on the still lake perfectly, and you could see all the lights going down the mountain, lighting up the forest just a bit.

“This is the roof.” Baekhyun states after climbing out the window too.

You nod, “Your brother used to take my sister up here when he had a crush on her Junior year.” You laugh a little, still staring at the scenery around you.

He turns to face you. “What now?”

You sit, and look out, your hands finding the wood beneath you to fiddle with the broken off pieces and Baekhyun takes a seat right next to you, “So tell me about life…” you blink up at him. “You know your favorite things, how life’s going, where you want to travel. You know things like that.” He adds, waiting for some sort of answer.

“Well, life’s pretty good. I’m top 2% at our school and I just got offered a scholarship for Golf from NYC and an Art scholarship from UCLA.”

“Besides focusing on school every second of your life, what do you like to do?” Baekhyun presses. When you look at him, his attention is fully on you, he actually wants to hear about it.

“I don’t know, I uh… I like to draw and paint, and music is sometimes my everything. I really like plants so I care for my garden. And writing, Oh I could write or read, or maybe even both for hours,” you babble “and I really really like to watch movies.”

Baekhyun smiled, “Which movies?”

“I don’t know there’s so many,” You look up at the sky, thinking. “I fall in love with practically every movie I watch. I guess mostly 80′s movies.”

Baekhyun lights up, “Really? Me too!”

You smile at his enthusiasm. “My Dad and I always watch 80′s movies, like hmm… The Karate Kid, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Rocky 1-a friken million, Full Metal Jacket, Pretty Woman. All those movies.”

“Or The Outsiders, Back to the Future, Pretty in Pink, Ghost Busters, A Christmas Story, The Goonies…” he continues with his eyes closed trying to think. “Oh! or the Princess Bride, Stand By Me.”

“Yes! All those!” You squeal.

Baekhyun smiles and you shiver, half from it being like 15 degrees outside, and from his goddamn smile.

“It’s cold.” You murmur, hugging yourself.

Baekhyun stands, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Disappearing into the attic. He reappeared about a minute and a half later with a thick flannel blanket. “It’s the thickest one I could find.” He sits as close to you as he can and wraps the blanket around both of you. You melt into his warmth as you both sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the lake.

“Hey,” Baekhyun breaks the silence. “I just.. Look. I’m sorry for being so mean to you all these years. I know that I was cruel and you don’t have to forgive me, just know that I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at the stars, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Baekhyun,” He looks down at you. “I forgive you. I knew it wasn’t the real you.” You smile sweetly at him, giving him reassuring eyes.

“Thank you.” He says before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “So what kind of music do you like?” ___

You can see the sky turning different shades of pink and blue, the signs that the sun is about to rise.

“What time is it?” Baekhyun asks, he had his head on your shoulder playing with the fringe at the end of the flannel.

“Erm…” You take your phone out of your pocket. “Approximately 5:43am.” You state, tucking your phone back into it’s previous place.

Baekhyun shifts so he can look at you. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

You and Baekhyun had spent hours just talking about life in general, about people, about the world, everything. It was nice to finally see him for him.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You look down at him, his head still on your shoulder. “Right now?” he looks at you and nods. “But isn’t the water freezing?”

Baekhyun sits up, “So, it’s freezing all day, what’s the difference? Please please please.” He implored, giving you those puppy eyes again.

You give a long dramatic sigh, “Fine, I guess the sunrise will be beautiful from the water.”

Baekhyun shoots you a toothy grin before grabbing both the blanket and your wrist to drag you downstairs.

As he starts to walk towards the door you stop in confusion, “Wait. Are you not gonna get your trunks?”

Baekhyun turns around, “No” a smirk is played across his face.

Dear god.

You walk out the door and follow Baekhyun as you reach the lake. There’s a small wooden pier that Baekhyun takes you to the end of.

“Do you want to go first?” He asks as you look down at the water.

“Were going in fully clothed?” You ask confused.

Baekhyun looks at you, you watch as his fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it off. “No, were not going in fully clothed.” And there it is again, that damn smirk that you can’t seem to get away from. Baekhyun continues with his shorts as you watch, frozen. It wasn’t until he was about to pull off his boxers you turn the opposite direction, until you hear a splash. You turn around to see a happy Baekhyun swimming in the light blue water. “Come on y/n, it’s almost sunrise.”

Shit. You start with your shirt, crossing your arms to pull it over your head. You close your eyes praising yourself for deciding to wear a cute bra today. Next you unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs, kicking them off when they reached your ankles. You turned away from Baekhyun to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and then throwing it aside, covering yourself with your right arm. You look behind you to see Baekhyun’s eyes trailing up and down your backside.

“Hey turn around!” You scold, blushing at his intrusion. When he turns around you pull down your panties and try to slowly ease your way into the ice cold water. It was just shallow enough so you could stand, but also deep enough to cover your chest. As you refocus your gaze, you see Baekhyun turned away from you, looking at the pink sun just now peeking out from behind the trees. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, purple, and light oranges. You hike up the courage and swim till you’re standing right beside him. Suddenly Baekhyun puts an arm around your bare waist, constricting so that you’re close to him, your entire body heating up with something close to embarrassment. His hand travels up and down your side, feeling your skin beneath his touch. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, his touch, the feeling of his flesh pressed against yours is driving you over the edge. As you look down you can see his cock below the water, inviting you to touch, to taste. Your mouth starts to salivate knowing that he can probably see you just as well as you can see him, making you press your legs together as you remember the way his cock looked in his hands yesterday. You blush at the dirty thoughts that flood your mind, at how hard you’re pressing your thigh together. Just as you thought he was going to make a move, he swims in the opposite direction.

Goddamnit he’s such a tease.

“Ah I’ve never felt so free.” Baekhyun dips his head below the water, wetting his hair. “Y/n, this is the best idea I’ve had in ages.”

You start to swim around too, splashing Baekhyun occasionally when he decides to be an ass. ___

You rush inside going straight to the bathroom so you could peel off your cold wet clothes. You start to panic when you realize you don’t have any extra clothes with you and both towels are currently in the wash.

“Baekhyun.” You peek your head out from behind the door.

He comes out of the room and stands in the hallway, laughing lightly at your appearance.

“Can you bring me some clothes?” You ask trying as hard as you possibly could to not let him catch a glimpse of your body behind the door.

Baekhyun smiles a mischievous smile. “Sure.” He heads into the room and you could feel his smile radiating through you as he entered the hallway and gave you the small wad of clothes in his hand.

“Thanks.” You say high pitched and fast as you close the door almost too fast. When you unravel the wad of clothes you see that it’s just a large white plain t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “Are you fucking kidding me.” you whisper to yourself. But its all you’ve got, so you put them on, tugging down the hem of the shirt as you walk out of the bathroom.

When you walk into the room Baekhyun is laying down on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up at you he smiles and opens his arms for you to come and lay down next to him, “C’mon, let’s at least get a couple hours of sleep.” You smile, crossing the room to crawl into bed with him, forgetting entirely about your lack of clothing. Baekhyun wraps his arms and legs around you just as he did the previous night, and you found yourself falling asleep faster than you had anticipated. ___

You wake up to an empty bed. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you read 12:57pm. You stretch your limbs and think about the events that took place yesterday and this morning. It’s so crazy how literally a couple days ago Baekhyun was just the guy that hated you, that always made it certain that he didn’t care for you, the guy that you avoided to spare your own feelings.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a couple noises coming from the kitchen. You unwrap yourself from all the blankets and go to your suitcase to look for some shorts and a clean bra to put on. When you’re finished dressing you head out to the kitchen where you see Baekhyun sitting peacefully playing on his laptop at the dining room table.

He looks up to see you standing there “hey.” he says, standing to walk towards you. As he reaches you he places both hands on your waist and looks down at you, your face beet red as you stare up at him. Jesus Christ, what’s with him always grabbing your waist if he’s not gonna do anything further.

He smirks and lets go of you, walking into the kitchen to open up the fridge. He pulls out a Canada Dry and a string cheese. Still smirking he turns to face you. “You know you sleep talk.” ________________________________________________________________

Authors note: Thanks for reading! Please please please, if you have any requests or suggestions for what you want to see in Part 3 please don’t be afraid to leave them in my ask box also with other request for senerios, smuts, drabbles, reactions, etc.

[hermit-scribe-vibe]

Hi! This is a bunch of copied text from a discord server about my experiences with supernatural. 

In our first house that was haunted, my mom said she used to hear children’s feet running down the hallway when she was home alone, and almost seeing things. She's pretty convinced it was a child.

I know that at one point, because my room was open and i could see the dining room and kitchen from my bed, I saw tall shadows moving about the house when no one was awake.

One time, in the middle of the night, i woke and felt something tug at my shirt.

One time, me and my brother were sitting at the table working on homework and the radio turned off on us. I was chosen to go check because my brother is a big baby, and found that it had been turned down.

Okay, so when we first checked the second house out, I was sitting alone in the room that was going to be mine. It was dark outside, and I couldn't see anything beyond the windows. I was sitting there, and I had like a really strong bad feeling so i just bolted out of there. This doesn't sound like much, but it gets worse. 

When we first moved into the house there wasn't anything wrong for three of the five years we lived there. I have a feeling this was because the people who helped us move (we're Christian) walked around our house and blessed it. i guess it faded after a while.

When we moved in, I would be sitting in the living room and I would see little shadows, very small, hiding around corners and looking at me. I had my worst nightmares ever in that bedroom. I had bed sheets hung up as curtains, and the one on the long window above my bed hung so that i could see out. Whenever i changed with my back to that window i always felt like if i turned around i would see something looking at me. I kept my windows covered the entire time we lived there.

One time, i was up really late and i wasn't supposed to be. My room was right by the bathroom, and i could very clearly hear people peeing in there. The thing is, one night, my radio was quiet for a little while, and i heard a faint squeaking noise. It sounded like a finger on wet glass, like a mirror. It was coming from the bathroom. No one had been in the bathroom for hours, the light wasn't on, and no one left. i still don't know what this was.

one time i was taking a bath, and the room steamed up and condensation was streaming down the walls. I glanced up, and the wall by the mirror had hand prints on it. the only problem was that it was on the left side of the mirror, which if someone was leaning it would be left hands, but the wall had right hand prints.

My parents got divorced recently, and while they were living in the same house, my mom slept in my room. She pulled out our spare bed and slept on the other side from me. Soon after moving to my room, she began experiencing sleep paralysis. She has never had sleep paralysis in her life. She also says that every night before she would have an episode, i would begin talking in my sleep as a way to warn her. I have never, ever talked in my sleep before.

One night, i was sitting in my room. I have a paper lamp that hangs above my bed. It began spinning, which was weird because our swamp cooler wasn't on. My room dropped in temperature, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My scalp was tingling, and i had a really bad feeling, so i started a skype call with my friends. the temperature began dropping rapidly, until i explained what was happening to my friends. then everything went back to normal

Once, i was in the garage doing laundry and i heard someone who sounded like a little boy whisper my name so i turned around and there was a faint shadow in the doorway that disappeared

now that i think about it, people who lived in that house before us never lived there for very long

the thing is, we didn't notice all this while we were living there; it took us a while and like, it was a fucking epiphany and oh boy we lived in haunted houses

a bunch of our pets died in that house too. now that i'm thinking about it, aren't animals typically more sensitive to things like that

Me and my mom both think something really, really bad was in my bedroom

One night, something large hit my window at like 10 at night.

Three years later, i woke up at about 2 in the morning because something really large slammed into the corner of my bedroom. The house was made of brick, and the thing was so big, or moving so fast, it rattled my windows and woke me out of deep sleep. It hit the corner of my room two more times. at this point in time, my mom had gone outside to have a cigarette, so she was outside at the same time something was hitting the house. the next morning, my dad, whose bedroom is on the other side of the house, told me something banged on his door three times that night as well

sometimes when in that room i would have a feeling so bad that i would start crying in the middle of the night.

i had a constant feeling that something was like, peering into my room while i slept so i could never sleep with my back to the room. we didn't move sooner because my parents did the whole "It's just your imagination" spiel

We were always hearing someone calling our name from somewhere else in the house. this was particularly disturbing when we were home alone

oh yeah. the only time i remember something physical happening was this one time we were away, and when we came back the (heavy, i might add. I couldn't lift it on my own for the first three years we lived there) garage door was open all the way

one night, i was up very late playing a video game. I can't remember what exactly set me off, but i freaked out and went and got my dad. when we investigated, we found a track of foot prints starting half way across our porch. nothing led up to them, and there wasn't any leading away. the thing is, we had a giant window so the way the footprints led i would have most definitely seen someone walking by. they were large boot prints, so it was likely a large male. i didn't see anything, we searched our property, and there wasn't anyone there, or evidence of anyone

oh yeah for some reason no matter where i put it i was always losing my bible in the Creepy Bedroom

i was at church, and we have like a coffee shop ish thing that had a window that peered into the sanctuary, and a TV so people in the room could hear the sermon. I was about to step into the sanctuary one day, and i suddenly had a horrible feeling and backed the fuck out. i spent the entire sermon in the coffee shop. at one point, i left so i couldn't see what happened. the next thing i knew, my mom (whose empathic) was running out of the sanctuary crying. turns out, there was a fight in the sanctuary between two guys. this fight took place the exact row behind the one my family sat in, literally right behind my mom.

so, we were watching a move for youth group. I (foolishly) chose to sit in the back of the sanctuary. The sanctuary was at least as large as a high school gym, btw. there was only maybe 12 people in there. I was enjoying the move, and then i looked down. someone was army crawling down one of the isles towards me. I didn't think much of it at the time, something like "Stupid Teenage Guys". The person was dressed in all white, and eventually turned down into one of the rows of chairs. I put it out of my mind. Later, though, i asked my brother (who was sitting in that area) who it was, and he said he didn't see anything at all. mildly concerned, i went to ask my brother and i's friend, Cody, who was in the perfect position to see it, what he saw, and he said there wasn't anything. i checked, and no one in the entire group was wearing all white, or anything light enough to be mistaken for all white.

[taegilibrary]

Well, you asked for spam and I'm available. I apologize in advance to all the messages you'll be receiving from me 😅 Taegi keeping their relationship a secret not just from the media, but the members too, but then it blows up in their face and suddenly everyone and their dog knows.

don’t apologize!! i love seeing u in my inbox

neither of them can really pinpoint the moment they became each other’s. in the society of hypocrisy and phobias, its hard to be open about who you truly are in the public eye. especially if you’re an idol being watched twenty four hours of the damn day. it really all started about the end of 2015 for them.

their gazes became longer, their skinship became more intimate, and their love became stronger. they managed to keep their relationship as casual as possible in front of others and it was really hard in the beginning. to not just kiss the other whenever they felt the urge to. their maknae line was very touchy as it was, so when taehyung would backhug yoongi, he would try not to act on it. it was the hardest thing to do when the cutest boy ever was hugging your backside and you weren’t allowed to lean into the touch.

as their first year passed they had successfully managed to hide their relationship from not only the press and their family, but their members as well. there was some suspicion in the beginning as to why taehyung would somehow end up sleeping in yoongi’s bed, but then it was dropped as yoongi countered with the time jhope was ‘scared’ and ended up in everyone’s rooms for two weeks straight. taehyung eventually complained about namjoons snoring, saying he can’t sleep at all and seokjin offered to switch rooms. it was a win for them, taehyung honestly didn’t mind the snoring but he needed the touch of his boyfriend.

but everything was about to change severely in their present day. yoongi had woken up first before anyone without an alarm. taehyung’s arms was wrapped tightly around his small torso and his breathing was heavy on his neck. he tried slowly moving to the right side of the bed, without waking up his boyfriend. he raised up and slid over but arms pulled him back swiftly.

yoongi let out a “umph” as taehyung rolled yoongi over so he laid on top of him. yoongi held himself up with his palms on his bare chest and taehyung opened his left eye, then closed it, then opened his right eye, then repeated the same actions three times.

yoongi rolled his eyes playfully and pecked his nose at the point. hands flew to his waist to help balance him.

“hey!” taehyung said, both eyes open now as his kiss wasn’t directed to where it was wanted most.

“good morning sweetheart.” yoongi playfully said back.

“another one.” taehyung pouted and yoongi really couldn’t say no to that. yoongi leaned down to peck his cheek this time but hands squished his face, making him kiss taehyung’s lips this time.

“ugh tae. we haven’t brushed our teeth.” yoongi groaned in annoyance.

taehyung sat up as yoongi wrapped his legs around his waist and carried them to their bathroom down the hall. one arm was supporting yoongi’s ass and all yoongi’s limbs were holding onto taehyung. he turned on the light and shut the door behind them. they always had to shut and lock doors. he sat yoongi on the counter beside the sink, long sleeve t shirt that ended at the tops of his thighs and lavender colored boxers that fit a little too small but it didn’t matter because taehyung liked them. taehyung never hardly wore any clothes when he slept, calvin klein boxers was it last night. they brushed their teeth together and took a quick shower, they’ve pretty much mastered their routine together on how to not been seen. (or so they thought)

yoongi fixes them both a bowl of cereal,both of their favorites(cocoa puffs btw) and they sit at the table to eat, they can hear water running so everyone must be waking up by now. for the next four days they actually have no schedules at all, so taehyung had already announced that he was going back home for a bit as well as yoongi. perks of living in the same city is that no one questioned it, it was normal.

not a perfect getaway but it’s not too risky, yoongi thinks. their flight leaves at 1 so they’ll get there around 2, they quickly eat their food and rinse out their bowls. yoongi places them in the dishwasher as taehyung grabs their luggage to place it by the door.

“what should i wear?” taehyung asks as they stand in front of their own closets.

“whatever you want to wear.” yoongi shrugs, picking out a black top from saint laurent. he takes the shirt off his body to replace it with the new one and along with some ripped jeans. taehyung is throwing daggers at him with his eyes from the comment, yoongi forgets that taehyung has become quite the fashionista lately.

“it’s not gonna matter much really, they won’t be on you for very long anyways.” yoongi says smugly and taehyung shrieks from the innuendo.

“you pervert!” taehyung says, finally deciding on just a dark blue t shirt and black jeans.

they leave for the airport as all of their members throw hand kisses towards them and taehyung is throwing back six as well. yoongi rolls his eyes fondly as taehyung nudges his shoulder, he throws one back and yells a bye to the rest of them. thank you seokjin for making it their “farewell” to all now.

the flight isn’t long at all and thankfully the press isn’t in their face as well as cameras from fans.

“hey at least we haven’t had someone take our picture yet.” taehyung says as they reach yoongi’s house. yoongi tells him to shut up, he’s the biggest jinx he’s ever known but taehyung kisses his hand and that makes them both shut up.

yoongi unlocks the door with his key, his parents are currently working and his older brother no longer lives with his family. they take their luggage back to yoongi’s room and yoongi flops onto the grey comforter.

“get up! we’re going out to eat!” taehyung says hitting him with a pillow.

“in a minute.” yoongi mumbles. it goes a minute without any words being said.

“min yoongi, i know you are NOT closing your eyes right now.” taehyung sternly says and hears a snore escape from his lips.

“yoongi. yoongi hyung. asshole. wake up!” yoongi jolts up out of bed to see an annoyed taehyung at the door with his arms crossed

“you’ve been sleeping for an hour now and your mom is home.” taehyung says.

“why didn’t you wake me up?” yoongi’s asks, sitting up to stretch.

taehyung turns around walking out of the room replying with, “i like holly better anyways.”

“wow.”

after yoongi’s dad came home from work as well, they met up with his older brother and they all went out to eat. no one in either of their families knew they had been dating for years, they just assumed they were really close friends. they thought it was odd at first, not expecting the two to be so closely together everywhere but it was a sight to see.

taehyung showed yoongi’s dad pictures of yoongi sleeping, comparing it to the pictures his mom had of his dad. saying they sleep exactly the same and they all laughed about it. no one questioned why yoongi was sleeping beside taehyung either in the pictures.

his parents parted ways to go home as yoongi, taehyung, and his older brother stayed out later. they walked down the streets and just talked.

“you all had a big success lately. i’m not sure i’m cool enough to hang around you guys anymore.” his brother teased the two.

“yah, knock it off. we’re here for a good time.” yoongi said smacking his arm.

taehyung laughed and threw an arm around yoongi’s shoulder. he ignored the look from yoongi’s brother as yoongi leaned into the touch and even put an arm around his lower back, he couldn’t pull away from it. that would be too obvious, way too obvious. he definitely knows something is going on between them.

if he didn’t know, he didn’t say a word about it the rest of the night. they called a cab back to their house as they said their goodbyes. later that night they locked the bedroom door and if someone asked, it was just an old habit. it wasn’t because yoongi was wrapped in taehyung’s arms once again, not that the two were completely bare on their upper halves. definitely wasn’t because taehyung was kissing yoongi’s neck and he was whining into the palm of his hand.

when they woke up the next morning it was because of holly scratching at the bottom of the door. yoongi let her in and she jumped up onto the bed into taehyung’s lap.

“aw holly! you’re such a good boy! yes mhm.” taehyung cooed, scratching his stomach.

they got ready and took showers separately this time for a change.

“don’t you boys look cute today.” yoongi’s mom smiled at them.

they look down at their attire and then at each other, both wearing a plain white t shirt with blue jean shorts and converse. “i’m changing.” yoongi said immediately with a hard look but taehyung grabbed his arm, preventing him from leaving.

“no! it’s fine hyung.” taehyung assured him, he gave yoongi a knowing glance and yoongi’s expression softened.

yoongi put holly’s leash on and they set off to a dog cafe near his house. yoongi hadn’t had coffee in two weeks and it was about to be the death of him. they entered the gate and closed it, taking the leash off and letting holly wander along with the other dogs around. they ordered their drinks and sat down outside, watching holly play with a dog three times his size.

“this is weird to say but i feel like holly is my son.” yoongi says, staring at the small dog.

“who knew you would be such a dog parent?” taehyung snorted as yoongi corrected him to add a “s” to make it plural.

“i’m so ready to see soonshim.” taehyung sighs, yoongi reaches over to comb out his messy hair.

“you’ll see your baby tomorrow.” yoongi reassures him.

the last two days were well spent together and they can both agree on that. they left yoongi’s house to go to taehyung’s later in the evening. they spent the entire day playing video games, watching movies, and playing with soonshim. the rain was off and on and it calmed the nerves and paranoia they still had.

the last day they spent with taehyung’s siblings as they went to Aspan Park, spending the entire day there enjoying the scenery. yoongi took his camera along and made them all pose in different areas throughout the park, and if they took cliche, cheesy couple pics it was a space completely isolated from everyone.

all was going so well during their well deserved break. neither of the two had checked any social media or been on their phones for that matter besides to answer phone calls or texts. so when taehyung checked naver, he felt all the blood drain from his face. he turned his phone away from yoongi as they sit on the plane, his headphones are in and eyes are closed anyways, but still.

“two bts members getting pretty comfortable during their small break in daegu” the headline read–the source was anonymous and taehyung’s thumb swiped up across the screen. twelve photos of them had been uploaded and seen by thousands of people by now within the last twenty minutes.

photo 1: yoongi unlocking the door into his home as taehyung stands behind him. photo 2: taehyung kissing yoongi’s hand. photo 3: taehyung and yoongi eating with family. photo 4: taehyung, yoongi, and yoongi’s brother walking. photo 5: taehyung laughing as he has an arm around yoongi. photo 6: yoongi wrapping his arm around taehyung. photo 7: yoongi reaching for taehyung’s hand as they walk to their cab. photo 8: taehyung pressing yoongi to his front door and kissing him. photo 9: yoongi getting a handful of taehyung’s ass as he kisses him. photo 10: them walking holly to the cafe as taehyung’s eyes are transfixed at yoongi. photo 11: yoongi fixing taehyung’s hair as they sit down. photo 12: leaving yoongi’s home, going to taehyung’s this time.

taehyung thought he was going to be sick and dropped the phone onto his lap. they still had twenty minutes until they arrived home and the airport is going to be packed. people know they are together now, they know they kiss, they know they aren’t just friends. taehyung feels his phone being snatched from his hands and tries grabbing it but yoongi’s arm is too out of reach. he watches as his face goes into complete horror and taehyung keeps repeating the words “no,no,no.” over and over again.

“taehyung.” yoongi says whispering, afraid of his voice going any higher and of anyone hearing their conversations.

“yoongi i’m so sorry. i didn’t want this to happen.” taehyung says, already broke down into tears. yoongi wants to kiss them away but everything has already blown up. they should’ve been more fucking careful, yoongi knew they shouldn’t have touched each other out in public. it wasn’t even safe to kiss inside or right outside his home, people were always watching.

“i’m going to get a cab set up for us and we’re going straight to the dorms.” yoongi says in hushed whispers, both their phone are vibrating like crazy but they can’t lift their fingers to look. the feeling in their bodies have turned to jello and mush.

taehyung nods as yoongi continues, wiping his own eyes with the back of his hand. “i want you to grab the masks and hats we have in the bag along with the sunglasses. put on your flannel too, i don’t want anyone touching you or hurting you.”

when they get to the airport, camera flashes are all that can be seen. yoongi and taehyung have their faces completely covered, hat pulled down low, sunglasses covering their puffy eyes and and masks covering their lower face. yoongi pulls taehyung through the crowd, holding onto his wrist as they both run for their cab. when they arrive home no one is there and they’re thankful for that. yoongi comforts taehyung as he throws up into the toilet, rubbing back. he’s always had bad nerves and the most paranoia between them, yoongi’s strong front is being put up to comfort his boy. he knows he’s going to break soon.

“this can’t be happening.” taehyung sobs, he’s a complete utter mess and yoongi wets a wash cloth to wipe his face off with. their entire relationship is plastered all over social media, for the whole fucking world to see. two members in one group, gay and dating each other. how is their success going to rise anymore now?

taehyung makes grabby hands to yoongi as they lay in bed, wrapped up into each other and hear the front door being opened and footsteps coming their way. yoongi closes his eyes and tightens his hold on taehyung, protecting him from what’s about to come. wishing it was all just a dream, a really bad vivid dream he wakes up from.

[dontshootmespence]

Becoming Real: Mommy Panic

In this installment of Becoming Real, Diana and Michael struggle with new parenthood, much like Spencer and Luke did in the second ever installment of this series (this is 97 btw), so they ask for help from the grandparents brigade, and Spencer, Luke, JJ and Will come to the rescue. <3 @coveofmemories @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer @mxolh @ultrarebelheart @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @tinyplanet-explorers @burnbrightdoll

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The second they had driven away from the hospital, with Diana and baby Molly in the back seat, Diana started to panic. She was now thrown into that crazy thing called motherhood at full speed with no time for adjustment, and it was really, really terrifying. “You okay, babe?” Michael asked. He was pretty sure Diana was snapping the band on her wrist - something she still did on occasion to allay anxiety. “We’re gonna be okay.”

“I know,” she said. And she did, truly, but being a mom was scary. She wouldn’t trade Molly for anything in the world, but it didn’t make being a mom any less scary. “I just know we are gonna get so overwhelmed, and I still have to graduate medical school in a couple weeks and obtain an internship. It’s just...a lot.”

Michael nodded, turning the car onto the block where they lived. “I know, but you’re my Wonder Woman. You’ll be okay, and we’re lucky enough to have the help of all four grandparents.”

“I’m your Wonder Woman?” she asked, touched, but also a little confused by the sentiment. “What do you mean?”

As they pulled back up to the apartment complex, Michael came around to Diana’s side of the car and opened the door. Molly was okay for a second, so he pulled his wife out of the car and gave her a hug. “Yea. You can do it all. You’re smart. You’re tough. You never give up. You’re nice to other people. You want the best for everyone and you managed to be pregnant and still excel in your classes. You’ve never gotten anything under an A minus, and in med school, I would say that’s saying something. You’re Wonder Woman. My Wonder Woman.” Michael gave her a peck on the nose and then picked up the diaper bag while she picked up Molly like she was the most delicate paper doll. 

“When we get inside can you take her while I clean up?” she asked. Given that she was a medical student, she learned these things, but so many women didn’t know that you could go through extensive bleeding after having a baby, and it was all completely natural. By the feeling, she was pretty that Molly wasn’t the only one who was going to need to wear a diaper for the next few weeks.

“Yea,” Michael laughed. She’d already warned him of what happened to women after birth, and he, like most men and women, had absolutely no idea. Once inside, she went to the bathroom, cleaned herself up and went back outside to feed the baby. She’d already made plans with all of her professors and the clerkship so that she wouldn’t be missing much while still being home with Molly. “You okay?”

Diana nodded sleepily, placing her nipple in front of Molly’s mouth. “Yea, but the entire birthing and after birth process, although natural, is fucking gross.”

Michael snorted under his breath and got up to do the dishes they’d left before going to the hospital. “You do that,” he said. “You have the portable food. I’ll do the dishes.”

Thank god she had Michael, her fathers and her in-laws, because by the sleep in her eyes, she was pretty sure the first few weeks (until she graduated) were going to be hell.

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While the first few days had been hectic, both of them spending all their time with the baby, the next few days allowed them to fall into a rhythm. Although tired, she felt like they were working well together. Molly seemed like a happy baby and they were going through more diapers than Diana every thought possible, but they were good...until she needed to start doing some of her class work...at home. 

She’d feel an insane amount of guilt every time Molly cried and she couldn’t be there, because she needed to get her work done. “Baby,” Michael said as Diana sobbed. “We’re going to be fine and neither of us will be able to be there for everything okay?”

“I know,” she cried, “But it’s hard.”

By the second week, both of them were absolutely exhausted. “Daddy?” Diana asked sleepily into the phone.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Spencer said, alarmed at the sound of Diana’s voice. “I think we’re dying. Michael and I are so tired...he’s calling JJ and Will, can you all come over? Need sleep.”

Spencer chuckled softly. It felt like only yesterday he’d made the same call to JJ. “Yea, baby,” he said. “Dad and I will be over in a few.”

Diana and Michael barely managed to keep their eyes open, but they made it until reinforcements came in. “I don’t know why she’s crying and I did schoolwork this morning, and I’m really tired.”

“I know,” Luke said, kissing his daughter on the forehead. “The two of you take a nap. We’ll wait for JJ and Will.” Spencer took Molly from Diana’s arms, holding her in such a way that Molly immediately quieted.

She was about to break down, ask what she was doing wrong that she couldn’t get her own baby to stop crying, but she was too tired. “Thank you,” she said softly. “Wake us up if you need us.”

As Diana and Michael went inside, Spencer and Luke couldn’t help but laugh to themselves. “Who would’ve known we’d ever be here? Same position, more than 20 years later.”

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When the new parents woke up two hours later, JJ and Will were there also. JJ and Luke were cooking and Will and Spencer were taking care of Molly, changing what was probably Molly’s 80th diaper. “Oh, you’re awake,” JJ said, coming over to kiss both of them. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Michael said. “Not great, but better. Babies are hard.”

“If that ain’t true, I don’t know what is,” Will said, holding a now sleeping Molly in his arms. “She’s been fine though.” “Of course,” Diana said, “She’s good for you, but Mommy, nooooooo.”

“We felt the same way,” Spencer said.

JJ chimed in. “Us too. But don’t worry, we made food for the next few days, Molly’s been fine, and we also did some laundry.”

“I love you all,” Diana sighed, leaning her head into Michael’s upper arm. “I think we’re good from here.”

                                                          -----

A few days later, Diana had to go in to take a couple of tests. Her professors had allowed work to be done at home so she could focus on Molly, but they needed her in for the tests, so Michael was on his own. It would be about a half hour alone before he called his mother for help, but whatever, he was a first time dad and this was hard. 

It took Diana nearly four hours to complete all the exams she needed to take, and she was pretty sure she was only going to B’s, but all things considered, she’d take it. “Hey, babe,” she said as she walked in the door. “How are you doing? How’s Molly?”

“She’s good,” he said, staring down to where he was holding her little hand. “Not going to lie, I did call mom.”

Diana could not care less, as long as everyone was happy and healthy. As she sat down at his side, she reached out for Molly. She’d only been gone a few hours, but she’d missed her little two-week-old baby girl. “I missed her.”

“It’s weird how that happens, right?” he asked. “I miss her when I go to the bathroom for fucks sake.” Diana laughed as much as her energy would allow, leaning her head into Michael’s shoulder as Molly slept soundly in her arms. Staring down, she felt a mix of emotions. She was a bit sad, which could be “baby blues” or the start of postpartum depression, she’d have to keep on eye on it, but she was also tired, happy, and a so full of love. The little cheeks were getting fuller. Molly was getting accustomed to new sounds. Her eyes, when open, were taking in all the new wonders of the world, while Diana and Michael only saw one wonder - Molly.

[ghostlyraptor]

                              You’ll Be Okay - Chapter 2

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Chapter1

It had been a few days since the incident. The school had called the hospital as soon as Brian had come through the door. As they anticipated the arrival of an ambulance, the school nurse who was just across from the office tried to help as much as possible with the little supplies she had. That being said the gauze did help Evan's bleeding a little bit and the few injuries Brian had were taken care of till an ambulance came. Despite everyone's attempts, Brian didn't let go of Evan and insisted on staying with him in the ambulance when they arrived. The school had called Evan's parents and Brian eventually contacted their friends to tell them. Marcel, Brock, and Nogla were probably one of the most upset since they had just talked to Brian beforehand and could have helped. Now, Brian was in Evan's hospital room, a chair next to Evan's bed. He wasn't in a coma, he had just been really tired after all that blood loss. Brian had arguably been in more than even Evan's parents. Sometimes he'd skip the last few classes of the day if he knew he wouldn't miss much, or if he was just getting a bit too anxious for comfort. Even though it had only been a few days Brian's stress made it feel like weeks. Brian had his hand in Evan's, his thumb gently passing over Evan's hand as he slept. He was up earlier but Brian could tell he was getting tired so he told Evan to sleep. Brian would stay till a doctor told him to leave anyways so he'd be there for awhile. Brian sighed, his head laying on Evan's hospital bed. He was silently regretting any backwork he'd be getting at school, but he'd much rather be next to Evan then sitting surrounded by anxiety in school. Brian continued mindlessly passing his thumb over Evan's hand gently. Evan hummed, lightly turning, and his eyes cracking open.

"Brian?"

"Fuck I didn't mean to wake you up," Brian said as he sat up.

"No, it's fine." Evan turned to his side to more directly face Brian. "This hospital bed is cold."

"I'm not laying in it with you."

"Brian please? I'm cold!"

"No, it's not big enough for two people." Evan raised an eyebrow. It was clearly big enough to fit two people.

"Bullshit. If this is about not wanting to hurt me, I'll be fine. Hardly anything hurts anymore, I may even be let out tomorrow." Brian sighed and mumbled something unintelligible under his breath.

"Fine, but only because I know next you'd give me puppy dog eyes."

"Yes!" Evan grinned wide, moving over a bit as Brian climbed in. Evan immediately wrapped his arms under Brian's, pressing his face into Brian's chest.

"Well aren't you a cuddly bastard." Evan hummed as Brian passed a hand through his hair, leaning into the touch.

"Brian?" Brian simply hummed in response, continuing to run his hand through Evan's hair. "Are we.. Should we tell the guys about, us?" Brian paused for a moment.

"..No. Don't get me wrong, I'd trust them with my life, I just want to go a bit slow. I don't really want the entire school to know about us." Evan nodded.

"Yeah. We both know Nogla would be telling everyone. Sometimes he can be a bit too supportive." Evan grinned and laughed, Brian's own laugh soon joining in.

"That's Nogla for ya. Good old nerdy, air-headed, Nogla."

"Remember when Jon and Tyler started dating? I swear, Nogla almost screamed his head off and if we hadn't calmed him down he may have flapped his hands off."

"Haha! Yeah I remember that! Tyler and Jon's faces were so red! Really, they should have just told us after school and not during lunch. Thanks to Nogla the entire school pretty much knew within an hour." Evan and Brian continued laughing, remembering their friend's, memorable, antics. "To be honest, Jon is pretty talkative too. And Craig." Evan sighed with a smile, cuddling up closer to Brian's chest.

"Yeah maybe it's best if we take it slow." Brian continued playing with Evan's hair, his free arm draped over Evan's waist. The repeated motion soon made them both drowsy, Evan yawning into Brian's chest.

"Tired again Ev?" Evan merely nodded against Brian, his eyelids dropping slowly. Brian grinned and pressed a kiss on top of Evan's head. "Then go ahead and fall asleep, nothing's stopping you." Evan hummed again, his eyes closing.

"have I ever told you how much I love you?" Brian smirked.

"No I don't think you have."

"well I love you, very, very, much.."

"Even more then the distance between the Earth and Pluto?"

"even more than that. Dork.." Brian laughed quietly, and soon heard Evan's gentle breathing. He'd fallen back asleep, curled up in his chest with his arms wrapped around him. Brian passed his hand through Evan's hair one last time before wrapping both his arms around his boyfriend. He eventually fell asleep too, his head on top of Evan's.

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"That gash in Evan's arm is going to take a few more weeks to heal, but other than that it's safe for him to head back to school. I'll write a doctor's note excusing him from any activities that require use of that arm, and one of his friends should help him carry his stuff, all so he doesn't reopen the wound. That being said, I would like for you to bring him in to check the wound once every week, just to make sure it's healing properly, not infected, stuff like that." Brian was currently sat in a chair, Evan sitting besides him. Today was Evan's last day in the hospital and the doctor was giving a quick run down to Evan's parents. By now, the entire hospital knew who Brian was and Evan's parents were used to seeing him in the hospital before them.

"I'll help Evan with his stuff Doctor." The doctor glanced at Brian with a smile, looking up from his clipboard.

"Thank you Brian. I'm happy to know such a good friend will be helping Evan recover." The doctor turned back to Mr and Mrs. Fong, exchanged a few more words, and soon Evan and Brian were in Evan's parent's car. Evan's parents were kind enough to drive Brian home rather than have him walk home, like he had been.

"We really must thank you again Brian. To think what would have happened to our boy-"

"Mrs. Fong, it's fine, really. It's the least I could do as Evan's friend." Brian's face was a bit red, from both the constant praise he had received from Evan's parents, and the fact that he was much more than Evan's friend.

"The point still stands. Me and my wife are eternally thankful that you were at the right place at the right time." Brian hummed and nodded, not sure how to respond anymore. Soon they were pulling up to Brian's home, and Brian was unbuckling his seatbelt. Before he could get out though, Mr. Fong had one more thing to say. "By the way Brian. You better not break my son's heart, got it?"

"Dad!" Evan yelled, his and Brian's face a bright red.

"Y-Yes sir!"

"Brian oh my god!" Evan hid his face in his hands, his mother giggling in the front.

"Hahaha! Don't worry kids! We won't tell anyone unless we have the say so! Now you have a good day Brian!" Mr. Fong waved at Brian, who was now out of the car, as they drove away. Brian clutched at his chest and released a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Well, guess I jus have to come out to my mom and dad then. Hopefully it was as easy as that…not as embarrassing though.." Brian sighed and walked into his home.

"Hey Mom? Dad?"

@amira-arts-and-stuff *cough* i didn’t let this die btw

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My neighbor’s demon spawn child intentionally set our apartment building on fire. Its a long story of my bad week.

I would never hurt a child, even those ‘would you kill baby Hitler’ questions, i would’ve said no but after Tuesday, I have no problem on murdering this ‘child’. He has literal death/beating threats now for what he has just done.

Say what you want but when your life was intentionally was put at risk, you’ll be beyond livid and reason flies out the window.

It started on a Tuesday night around 1:50am to 2am, Somewhere around this time, Dennis(as i nicknamed this fucker after ‘Dennis the Menace’) and his half brother where playing in the hallway using hairspray/perfume with a lighter, Reasons I don’t know why but they took a mattress from the fourth floor, set it at the staircase window that are between the the fourth and fifth floors and sets it on fire. I guess he freaked out and ran back home and went to bed. (I think that’s what his mother said on where he was when she ‘found’ him)

If you’re thinking why are they are there and where are their parents for these kids to be out around this time? That’s because their parents are shit. Not exaggerating when i say that all my neighbors have a story about this kid and how much of a terror he was. Every time he does something and told on his mother, She refuses to believe that the kid was a bad kid, even though when she sleeps, the little shit sneaks out of the house, day or night, and does shit. (The list of the things he has done will be on a later post, I have stories about him too)

After the little shits ran off, Unknown to them, Someone who lived behind our apartment saw the whole thing, video taped it and called the fire apartment since, you know, most of the people in those floors were asleep from most tenants have said that their fire alarm did not worked. My sister was luckily in the livingroom with my mother when she turned her head to see black smoke coming out of our door. It was too dark to be someone’s burnt food so they ran to the bedroom to tell me this and said that we needed to leave the apartment through the fire escape. The whole floor were engulfed in flames, so it wasn’t safe to open the front door at all. We shut the bedroom door, put a rag against the crack and called 911. My next door neighbors had to break their window to escape and luckily, Some guys came to our window to help us since I had a hard time getting my mom to get out of to the window cause she was freaking out.

The fire department quickly came and put out the fire.

During the time when the firefighters were putting out the flames, The person and other tenants came up to his parents and accuses their kid for starting the fire, of courses she refuses to believe that he did anything this bad until they showed her the video evidence. His step father nearly choked him and his mother have already have heard people making threats, vowing to who was responsible and hurt him(She must of heard me saying this too, after we glared at her kid), puts Dennis on a taxi to god knows where.

Finally we were allowed back inside, The fire COMPLETELY damaged the fourth and Fifth floors. It almost went to the third floor. If you were saw the movie Silent hill, after the sirens go off and the scenery changes to dark with rusted walls and shit, It looked exactly like that. Personally I was terrified to go back in because I’ve forgotten to take my pet bird with us. I was in survival mode that I had to help my mother out so we can all get out that i forgot I had a pet. Fortunately He was found to be alright. Tough bird. I guess being next to the window helped a lot. I was expecting him to be dead from the smoke.

After checking the damages to the apartment, which was only the front door and soot marks, we helped our neighbors with cleaning the mess off the entire floor, It was just covered in ash and burnt wood. The people reasonable for all this didn’t have the fucking decency to help out.

Later, A neighbor got told by a fire marshal about how fortunate we were that the fire spread to my side of the hall because the other side had a main gas pipeline and had the fire burn through to the pipe, the whole fifth floor(my floor) would’ve exploded.

The red cross were really no help. They came while we were cleaning by giving us ‘goodie bags’ for the cleaning effort and smell. They did offer to take us to live in hotel while our building is being cleaned up but they were located far from home and there’s ppl here that can’t commute from there to their jobs in the bronx.  It was nice of my neighbor to break our lock to get our door to fully shut closed but we hardly slept at all that night. How could anyone after that?

I wish I can say that this was all that was on this bad week but the next day...just got better. It was a ‘How could things get any worse’ moment.

Later that day, we had a thunderstorm with REALLY HEAVY DOWNPOUR. The burn debris blocked the drain on the roof and I've walking into the Rio grande that was forming between the livingroom and hallway. We were ankle deep in water. We spent quite a while trying to scoop up the water while blocking the cracks of our door from the rain water. After all that and again, helping the neighbors, We all felt like we were going to crack from the stress of the fire and now flood. We felt terrible also for the tenants below because the seeped through the floors and walls and caused apartments ceilings to collapsed, all the way to the first floor. It was a really bad. We all took out some chairs and chatted in the hallway because we just didn’t want to be suffering alone. We were all just traumatized. Spent the night gossiping, talking bad about the boy.

Superintendent was an asshole too. The neighbor overheard this fucker wished that were had died from the fire, all because he’s disgusted with us about the cleanliness of the hallways. Like if it’s everyone in the floor’s fault. And the asshole totally disrespected my mother too after she asked about the repairs like ‘You think you’re the only one?’ and chuckled off her concerns. Luckily, One of my mom’s new friends is friends with some drug dealers and they are pissed off at him for those comments, and from what i’m told they are going to fuck up his car. I hope they do.

Later that night, the red cross people told us that we had to leave our homes because the fire and water made the apartments unsafe to live in and had to quickly pack up our things and leave, not know when we will ever come back. I nearly broke down crying. I didn’t want to leave and spend my days either in a hotel or my dad’s house. Especially since he’s so insensitive. Even after the fire, HE MAKES IT ALL ABOUT HIM, HOW HE’S RIGHT AND QUESTION WHY WE ARE STILL LIVING HERE WITH DENNIS RUNNING AROUND. This is why don’t want to live with him, he’s an asshole. And he wants us to move into his apartment complex... Fuck no. Good lord, He embarrassed us in front of my neighbors by showing how much of an asshole he is towards my mom! Luckily, My mom blew him off. ...

Sorry, I went a little off the rails.

Obviously, The neighbors talked it over among themselves and decided that since they came way late for this, like 12am late, we’ll sleep until tomorrow on it. None of us are happy about this. So, I slept in my bed, thinking that this will be the last time before I’ll be temporarily homeless. Fearing to death that I might have to live with my dad.

As for Dennis’s family(they lived on the fifth floor two doors down from me), During the morning, they packed what they could and left, later that night, however, they came back to get the remainder of their stuff so that no one can see them. But My sister and I did. (We’re too traumatized to sleep) and they know we hate them for the situation they put everyone in. I can only hope that they left for good, that the police arrest the kid and send him and his brother to Juvenile jail.

The next day the landlord came to inspect the damage. (I accidentally yelled at one of them, thinking that they are my mom. oops.) After a while, The landlord said that since we had little damage, we can stay as long as other tenants on the fifth floor does too, otherwise we all have to leave under the threat of arrest from the police.

So technically, I’m trespassing in my own home with our landlord’s permission to stay.

So... The repairs are slow, the landlord are doing something with the insurance(saying they’ll clean the walls and repaint the apartment.), we are literally praying that no one takes advantage of the door being unlock-able since it’s literally being ‘locked’ by a rod, step ladder, an ironing board and table as alarms should someone attempt to break into our home and the padlock is how we lock our door if no ones in the apartment. We haven’t slept well in days because one of us has to be awake for the door. We are waiting for a new door to be installed. That door literally saved our lives, btw. It blocked the fire from coming in. Had we opened it, our apartment would’ve been on fire.

I don’t know how long it will be like this. Because of the fire, My mom, sis and I developed PSTD with our own variations on how we are effected by it. My mom has it the worse and I’m now extremely paranoid for every sound, smell and activities in the hallways, thinking that it’s a fire. My mom nearly had a heart attack because she mistook the dust from the cleaners cutting the walls as smoke. We are severely stressed out.

All because that little demon that loved to terrorize other people, took it too far with his shenanigans and nearly costs people’s lives. The mom is ashamed but what i want from her is not only to leave but to own up to it. Her child is evil, he needs to pay for what he did, and admit she’s a bad mother. Instead, She’s a coward who shipped him off somewhere and took all their things in the time where everyone is asleep and disappeared. Fuck her.

I thought my week was already fucked when my computer can’t connect to the WiFi due to network connectivity but after this near death experience, it was pretty ‘first world problems’ of me to think of that. I’m just glad that I’m alive. I should...go outside and experience life, get those piercings that i wanted and go to places I've been meaning to go. Life is short. I could’ve died on Tuesday.