also i cleaned my room today i am proud of myself

The Dozens of Times Eddie Kapbrak Came Home, and the One Time He Didn’t

(A Story in Sonia’s POV)


–There was the one time Eddie came home angry. Slamming doors, cursing under his breath. I was upset at the language, but more worried he’d catch a little finger, or a toe in the cabinets or doors. I asked why and he pushed me away. He had always been doing that lately. Am I being too much of a worrier? Maybe I am. He’s older now, and doesn’t need me as much. As much as that hurts to admit, seventeen is old enough to be independent. 


–He came home crying again. He’d been doing a lot of that, too. Something was different. He came to me for once. I was selfishly happy, but that left me when I saw him. He had a bruise under his left eye. His lip was cut, and his hands were shaking and red, a sign that he’d had a panic attack again. Those signs used to be foreign to me until he told me those weren’t asthma like I had thought for years. I’d like to think of myself as an almost expert on them now. The only thing hard for me to tell anymore is what might cause them. He has them so often. Eddie comes to me, and sits down, panting. He looks worn down and sad and resigned, as if he’s accepted a heavy fate, or like he was waiting for a piano to fall on him. 

This time when I ask him what’s wrong, he crumbles and starts to cry again. He tells me Henry and his psychopath friends cornered him in the locker room, and roughed him up. He shows me his ribs, and I see red. Partly the dried blood, partly rage. That little freak carved the word “Fag” into Eddie’s little side. It takes everything in me not to take him to the hospital, but Eddie insists he cleaned and dressed it as much as it needed, and it wasn’t deep, no stitches needed. I prayed with everything in me that it wouldn’t scar. When I asked him why they would choose that word, he becomes silent again. He seems to be trying to find the right words to say, and eventually he does. He tells me, stuttering more than the elder Denbrough boy, that it’s because they saw him kissing Richard Tozier. I had nothing to say, and he goes to his room before I could find the right words. I did eventually, over dinner. I tried to make a lighthearted joke, and said he could do better than little Richie Tozier, and that I loved him. He did laugh, but he also cried. This time it was the good way. 


–One time he came home excited, his feet barely touching the ground as he ran upstairs. I called out to him to get the door, but he was down just as fast heading out again. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are bright, and I can’t help but to think that just a few months ago this same boy was crying in shame over what had happened. He was a lot happier in general, due in part I suppose to coming out, but mostly Richard. Richie, Richie this, and Richie that. I almost wanted to tell him I was tired of hearing it, but his happiness wasn’t something I could get tired of. Despite being a trouble maker and a bad mouth, he did take care of Eddie. I did tell him to stop coming home with love marks- unsanitary and shameless little things. I tried not to think about the fact that he still probably got them where I couldn’t see them. He may be an adult next month but he’s still my little angel.

He tells me he’s finally going out on a real date, just the two of them. That they’re going to see a movie, and he tells me not to wait up. I know I’ll try to, but he always manages to come home after I fall asleep. Sneaky little boy. He tells me he’s already left the name, address, and number of the movie theatre on the counter, and that he’ll be with Richie who can be reached as well. I have his number in my Rolodex, as I do his parents, and the rest of his friends- you never know when you might need them. He kisses my cheek and practically skips out to the beat up truck Richard drives. It has a bench seat and the driver seatbelt doesn’t work most of the time, and I cringe thinking about Richie just sitting on it so he doesn’t get a ticket for not actually wearing it. Eddie promised me he’d never drive it, so at least there’s that. 


–He came home today, silent. It’s almost worse when he does that instead of crying. Eddie was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. I asked if he was okay, and he just stares at me. It feels like an eternity when he opens and says “The school won’t let Richie and I go to prom together… They said if we showed up they’d kick us out.” His voice sounds so fragile and small, like he doesn’t feel like a real person. I’m furious. I tell him I’ll call the school, but he begs me not to. He says it’s okay, he knew it would happen, that this is just the way things are. I, however, will not stand this. As soon as he goes to his room, I call his principle. I can’t remember exactly what I said, though I am equal parts embarrassed and proud to have used foul language in place of his name. “Mr. Shitstain” and I came to an agreement that they may attend as long as they are within a larger group. He will not allow them to have couple’s pictures, but he did reluctantly allow that they dance together. I tell Eddie in the morning and he cries and hugs me. He goes to Richie to give him good news. 


–He comes home after prom with a photo- the whole group is in it, all holding a sign that says “Loser’s Club”. I cringed at the name, but they chose it for themselves years ago. Eddie and Richie are next to each other, and I suppress an eye roll that Richard had ripped open his shirt to reveal an exclamation point painted on his pale abdomen at the last moment. The picture is slightly blurred, and Eddie confirms my theory when he laughs and says the camera guy was startled and tried to lunge at Richard to put all of his clothes back on. Despite this, I see the stars in his eyes. He is happy, so I am happy. 


–Lately he’s been coming home with heaps of papers, college letters, essays, SATs, tests. I try not to think about him leaving. I turn up the volume on the TV or the radio when he uses the phone to talk to his friends about it. It hurts and he knows it hurts. I’ve never been good at not worrying. This goes on for weeks. I fail to keep my tears in when he’s at school or out with friends, but at the same time, I’m immensely proud. He’s such a good boy. 


–This time he comes home, and he doesn’t say a word, and I can’t see him from the kitchen but I know something is wrong. His feet are dragging and his breathing sounds funny. I drop the spoon into the soup when I hear a crash. He’s laying on the floor and crying. Despite him being curled up in a ball I can see he’s covered in bruises and cuts, and bleeding badly. I try not to scream but when I rush to him I can’t hold it, he’s been cut up badly again, more words carved into his soft belly and his thighs. I can see the word “Queer” seeping through his khaki pantleg as he sobs. This time, he does need stitches. In many places. The only thing he says to me from the hospital bed is that he is oh so tired of this town. Richard never leaves his side, growling at anyone who causes him pain or wakes him up, like a wild animal. I’ve decided that I am incredibly grateful that he is who he is. 

He’s in the hospital for three days. Night one was cleaning and stitching and recounting what happened. The police had been called to file a report. He hesitantly confesses that Henry, Patrick, and the other cretins did this to him. Chief Bowers is red with rage. I hear him in the hallway calling my son a “flamer” but that his boy was “going to get it”. This is the first and only time I’ve yelled at a cop. Richie laughs and holds up his hand for a high five, something I wouldn’t usually reciprocate, but tonight is a night of firsts. Night two was observation and tests to see how bad the internal injuries might be. He has a concussion, but they found no internal damage aside from bruises and a cracked rib. They send him home wrapped in Ace bandages and taped up like Richard’s glasses. That night he tells me he needs to leave, that he can’t take this anymore. I’m angry, and admittedly irrational. We do not speak to each other for a week. 


–When we speak again, he walks in the door with Richie, William, and Michael. Out of his friends, Michael is my favorite despite where he lives being so messy. He brings me flowers and fresh fruits and vegetables. He washes them himself, but only once he gets here so I can see it. He’s a very well mannered and intelligent man. William is wonderful too, but I feel guilt in having trouble understanding him, and he has a habit of talking with his mouth full. He’s not as messy as Richard, so at least there is that. Eddie has healed nicely so far, most of the stitches are out already, and the scars he has, though sadly legible, are hidden under clothes. His lip and eyebrow have small scars, but they are hard to notice. The boys have folded boxes in their hands. I knew this was coming, but I still couldn’t bear it. I stubbornly told him I wouldn’t help him, and that I wouldn’t watch him either. He only nods his head, looking down. 

They pack up his belongings, and I step out into the yard, smoking my first cigarette in years. I swiped one from the Marsh girl months ago, when Eddie was starting to talk about college. I thought that was the worst, but this hurts more. He’s leaving too soon, and I can’t stop him. He promised me he’d finish high school, and go to college, but that he would not live here, in Derry. Because we weren’t completely speaking, I have no idea where he’s moving, and now I’m too embarrassed to ask. When I go back inside, William hands me a piece of paper, his handwriting surprisingly neat, with Eddie’s address, and number. He was moving just outside of the city, into the matchbox apartments. With Richard. I can’t help it. When he walks out of the front door with his things, he kisses my cheek. I can’t help it. When the car drives away, their silhouettes in the windshield. I can’t help it. I sit down on the porch, and I begin to cry. I can’t help it. 


–He doesn’t come in the door anymore. Not the way he used to. No angry slams, no excited pops as the door hits the wall. No silent entries when he’s tired. No little footsteps. He doesn’t come home. He visits, sometimes with Richard, and with his friends. He calls frequently, too. He’s a good boy. Time passes, and he came to visit after graduation. He got accepted to a college in Maine. I try to hide how happy that makes me. I promise I won’t go to the dorms too much. He and Richie talk about their lease ending and moving on campus. His little group of friends are trying their best to stick together. They all got accepted to the same school, and will try to attend until their majors take them elsewhere. It’s nice knowing that he’ll have so many friends. 

He doesn’t come home, but he visits. Holidays he even stays in his old room. Sometimes. Other times he stays with William in his new house, just down the street from mine. Sometimes they visit Richie’s parents, or Michael’s farm. It’s a lot like it used to be, but it isn’t the same. I know it never will be, and while I’m sad, I’m happy too. He doesn’t come home, but he gets married in the same church I was married in. They make the paper as the first same sex couple to get married in Derry. Someone booed them as they walked to their car, but before anyone said anything, Richard flipped them off. I don’t tell Eddie, but I caught it on camera. It’s framed in my room, shameful but endearing. He doesn’t come home, but he visits often, asking for advice. We’ll have lunch together and talk about stain removal, and he’s picked up cross stitching for Richard’s anniversary gift. He’s going to make a sign that says “Tozier-Kaspbrak” for their sitting room. 


He doesn’t come home, but he visits often. Many times with Richard, and even more happily with their new daughter. I’ve always wanted a daughter, so I spoil her rotten. I try not to be so overbearing as I was with Eddie. I know it had the wrong impression on him, and I don’t want her to feel the same. I give her sweets when they aren’t looking, and I teach her all about keeping a good home, and let her watch football with me when they need a babysitter. Eddie doesn’t know, but sports are a guilty pleasure of mine. I want her well rounded, too- to know that girls can like whatever they please. Her name is Amelia Isabelle, and she grows so fast. He doesn’t come home anymore, not like he used to. And I’m so, so grateful. He’s leading a good and proud life, and I’ve never been more proud to be the mother of Edward Tozier-Kaspbrak. He doesn’t come anymore, but when he visits, it’s like he never left at all. I’ve lived a good little life, I feel.



“Sonia Kaspbrak, 65, passed in her sleep in her home of Derry, Maine. Natural causes. She leaves her son, son-in-law, and granddaughter. Funeral to be held this Saturday, July 17th at the First Church of Derry. She will be fondly remembered by all who knew her. Everyone is welcome to attend the open service ceremony being held to celebrate her life. 
Thank you, 
Richard Tozier-Kaspbrak”

texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

anonymous asked:

Hey there, I was wondering if you had any tips on working with Aphrodite and sharing your own experience? How did you know she was calling to you and everything and like what do you do for her? I want to be a devotee to her but I'm not sure what I'm doing....

🌹 Working with Aphrodite 🌹

General Tips

🌸 Creating a little space or altar dedicated to her is always helpful and it feels so much more organized and special, she’ll probably appreciate it a lot.

🌸 She’s honestly one of the best deities or even spirit in general that I have ever spoken with. She’s incredibly understanding, so if you dedicate yourself to her a certain way and you miss a day of doing whatever ritual you decide to do, don’t beat yourself up about it. She understands. Life happens.

🌸Offerings are great. You don’t always have to go all out and spend a shit ton of money. Don’t feel bad if you can’t do that. What genuinely matters to her is that there was thought put into it and such. (I’ll write what I have given her a bit later in this post)

🌸 She’s the type of deity to give lots of signs, I feel. Always be on the lookout for signs.

🌸 Don’t beat yourself up if you can’t hear her. Using divination is an easy way to talk to her. Especially pendulum. If the convo is one-sided, that’s okay, too. Don’t worry about her hearing you, because she will.

🌸 Practice self-love. She loves when you devote little acts of self-love to her. It can be small little things, too, like painting your nails, washing your face, cleaning your room, taking a shower, anything like that.


My Experience

Okay, so I began working with her not too long ago because I’ve been in kind of a rut. I needed support and I felt the need to work with a deity because I felt like it would almost help me organize my mind and life in general. And it has, honestly. It hasn’t been too long but I can confidently say that it’s already amazing.

I approached her with a gift. I painted a pink rose for her that I was very proud of and I poured some love into it, so I knew she’d love it. And she did. I immediately caught on how lovely of a being she was. Her energy is quite strong and when she wants something/wants me to know something, I know it.

The night I actually wanted to start working with her but had troubles at home, she gave me a prophetic dream that was pretty much going to change my life forever and I was so incredibly grateful. I may ask her to give me dreams more.

I find that whenever I have a problem, she’s always one of the first people I think about telling. For some reason it’s like the world stalls me from telling her, and by time I am able to tell her, the problem has already been resolved. I think that’s of her doing, though. It’s such a nice and protective feeling.

Offerings. What I have given her is water, the painting, and there was a set of earrings that my aunt got me when she went back to our home town in Greece and they had pearls on them so I dedicated them to her and I have them on her little altar space. Today, I plan on giving her a piece or two of my favorite chocolate. I also have a little cup of dried rose petals on her altar space.

In this rut I’m in, at least mostly in the beginning, I had trouble using my telepathy. I was born with this ability and naturally strengthened it over the years but because of trauma, it was kind of “calcified” in a way. At first, I was very hesitant to talk to Aphrodite because of this, but I leaped in anyways and she comforted me so much about it. I still have logs of our first chat session using tarot because I have a booklet that I write down anything witchy related that also has tarot logs so I can remember what answers I receive.

The more honest I am with her about my feelings and the more I take care of myself, the more connected to her I feel. I legit have a face scrub dedicated to her now. I clean my room a lot and take baths a lot for her because since it makes me feel good, it makes her feel good.

I’ll probably make an updated post with more in the future because I feel like I’ll have a ton more amazing experiences with her that I’m incredibly excited for! I hope this post was helpful, Nonny!

~ Eris

Moving Business Part 4

Originally posted by qweentae

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Warnings: Angst, um Violence? Taehyung swears a lot?

Summary: Part of you actually wanted to believe being around Taehyung meant you were going to be safe but after the one and only time he let you out. You slipped from his grasp but not the way you had intended.

(Credit to original owner of gif)

Part (1) (2) (3) (4)

(A/N I WROTE THIS IN ONE NIGHT BE PROUD OF ME)

When you woke up in the morning, you were met with Taehyung’s bare back sitting upright and you smiled warmly and sat up,while wrapping your arms around him causing a deep chuckle to emit from him “Well good morning to you too.” He breathed in his raspy morning voice.

You felt somewhat guilty knowing your plan to escape was falling through just because you simply loved him so much. He turned his head slightly and you smiled at his tired face but you gave him a kiss anyway and he turned his whole body and pulled your onto his lap and you giggled as you remembered when you guys would do this when you were younger.

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Father Johnny

Request: youve done boyfriend!johnny & husband!johnny now get ready for, daddy!johnny (dADDY AS IN FATHER NOT THE KINK)

A/N: this got me emo and this is so long im - i hope you enjoy reading this ;-;

  • this is my first time writing this so im sorry if it’s real bad
  • smdmdm thank you so much reading my boyfriend & husband! johnny
  • he’s gonna be a father here im-
  • ;-;
  • okay let’s go

  • so you and johnny hadn’t really planned on having a child or thought about it seriously yet

  • but y'all still did it anyway without protection becayse y'all didn’t see the need to
  • and both of you thought there was only a small risk of you getting pregnant
  • until one day you woke up feeling nauseous and you threw up right on the bed
  • and for some reason your head was hurting really bad
  • worried johnny rushed into the room immediately after he heard your coughs,
  • and his shocked expression, looking at the mess you made almost left you in tears
  • but he still cleaned it up and asked you to rest on the couch, while he poured a warm glass of water to you
  • another wave hit you and you were sent to the bathroom, your head above the toilet bowl and vomiting once again
  • johnny’s arms was wrapped around yours tightly and you just fell on his chest, the nausea still there
  • “babe do you want to go to the doctor’s”
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll be fine soon”
  • “are you sure? i can drive you there right now”
  • “no it’s really okay”
  • “please rest well today, i’ll stay home with you”
  • it got better when afternoon came
  • and you thought you were feeling better already, so you assured johnny and asked him to go to work the next day
  • but then again, the first thing you did when you woke up was head to the bathroom, vomiting again
  • by this time johnny’s hair is in a mess, as he frantically thinks of how to help you and what to do
  • and you just sit on the floor hopelessly bawling your eyes out for no reason
  • blame the hormones
  • johnny’s cleaning you up again and assuring you that everything’s going to be fine
  • third morning and the same cycle happens again
  • but this time round you hide in the bathroom alone, and it hit you that you were two weeks late for your period
  • and for the past two weeks you had been having crazy moodswings
  • and you remembered how your small “make out session” with johnny turned into a whole night of making love™ just one month ago
  • you were certain that you were pregnant, but you didn’t want to have false hopes
  • and at the same time, give johnny a false alarm so you kept your thoughts to yourself
  • and your thoughts were interrupted by johnny’s knocking on the door
  • “babe please open the door, we need to go see a doctor right now”
  • “i can’t bear to see you suffer like this every morning”
  • “baby please, are you still vomiting? do you need me to come in?”
  • and when you open the door, you just hug and he softens, his hand playing with your hair
  • “i’ll just head to the nearest pharmacy to get some medicine later”
  • “let me do it”
  • and you got all flustered because you were planning on getting a kit on the way too
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll go myself”
  • “babe you need your rest”
  • “oh- i… let’s just call taeyong to get it for us, he’s supposed to visit today anyways right??”
  • “oh yeah, i’ll call him”
  • “let me do it!”
  • and when you call taeyong to ask him and tell him, he freaks out and you can almost hear him crying
  • “WHAT?!? YOU’RE PREGNANT- JOHNNY’S GONNA BE A DAD WOW IM- SO HAPPY”
  • “taeyong i need to confirm that so can you please keep this a secret for now”
  • “WOW IM- I AM SO HAPPY”
  • “taeyong… so are you getting it for me or not”
  • “OH- UH- yes okay i will, be there in 5”
  • a moment later taeyong arrives and he manages to slip the kit into your hands
  • and he gives you the proudest & emotional smile ever
  • clueless johnny didn’t suspect anything -  next thing you know you’re in the bathroom again, the thin stick between your fingers, too afraid to look
  • so you take a deep breath and finally looks at it
  • and you scream so loudly when you see two lines, johnny comes running into the bathroom again
  • and he tears up instantly when he sees the kit
  • both of you are so happy y'all actually spend the rest of the day cuddling and probably crying
  • quoted from taeyong, “he’s so happy he called all of us instantly and this was the happiest he has ever been, congrats y/n”
  • skipping the pregnancy period because it’s gonna take super long so request if you want to read this part!
  • fast forward to nine months later,
  • you were just folding your laundry, listening to some classical music
  • johnny has his hands on your big bump, a proud and warm smile on his face
  • “aw she’s kicking”
  • “someone’s impatient”
  • but a sharp pain suddenly hits you and your expression falls
  • johnny instantly realises and he carries you bridal style into the car
  • the pain is so excruciating you’re already in tears
  • johnny has on hand on the steering wheel, the other is clenching your hand tightly
  • “hang in there baby”
  • “you can do this”
  • minutes seem like hours in the hospital and your contractions are only getting worst
  • doctor predicts that baby would be born in a few hours
  • johnny’s so nervous he barely even talks, his hand just holding onto yours
  • but when you catch eye contact with him, he gives you smile and leans down to give you a small peck on your lips
  • “everything will go fine”
  • two hours later everything’s done, and as soon the doctors bring baby Ella (don’t ask me idk smsmd) into the hospital room,
  • you and johnny tear up again as she has eyes and nose that resembles johnny’s
  • her lips form a small little pout as she moves slightly at your touch,
  • and johnny reaches out his finger towards her, her tiny hand wrapping around it
  • johnny leans down to peck her forehead and you see a smile you hadn’t seen on him before, and it melts your heart
  • okay but really clueless at first and has no idea what to do
  • always waits for your instructions and listens to what you ask him to do
  • “what do you need me to do?”
  • “babe go change her diaper”
  • “how many scoops do i put into this?”
  • “two is enough”
  • “babe do you think a pink or purple skirt would fit her today”
  • “hmm purple”
  • “okay hehe, my beautiful princess Ella”
  • the other members all come to visit once in a while and they all squeal over your baby girl and loves playing with her
  • and johnny always has that proud and fatherly look and smile on his face that simply says
  • “yes that’s my child”
  • becomes the softest person in front of your daughter
  • loves playing cook and role playing with her a lot
  • “daddy’s the king today, what does he need to do?”
  • “go kiss mommy the queen!!”
  • “okay my princess”
  • and he comes out to you and gives you the longest peck ever
  • his arms wrapped around your waist,
  • “i love you my queen”
  • and your child comes running up to the both of you, hugging both your legs and giggling
  • johnny picks her up with his long arms and gives her a small peck too
  • probably also buys her what she wants and won’t hesitate at all
  • a toy that costs more than 70bucks?
  • johnny wouldn’t even look at the price and just get it because it can make his daughter happy and that is what matters most to him
  • but you nagged at him for it, but his usual affection and cuddles made you forgive him
  • loves kisses from her!!
  • always giggles to himself and becomes a small child again when she pecks his cheek
  • haechan: “this is the only time i get to see hyung so giggly wow”
  • gives her a big and warm hug every morning
  • “good morning my princess, did you sleep well?”
  • “yes hehe”
  • “that’s great, let’s go wake mommy up now”
  • “she’s just as beautiful as you”
  • but as much as he shows affection to your child, he doesn’t forget to show it to you too
  • warm back hugs and long kisses every morning is his way of showing his never ending love for you
  • and he doesn’t forget to make breakfast for you every day

  • “don’t you think she’s just adorable? just like her mother”

  • “oh god, thank you for blessing me with two of the most beautiful angels in the world”
  • still the sweet husband he was before,
  • probably even sweeter now
  • and he puts both your priorities above his own all the time
  • loves bringing you both to small cafes and restaurants
  • but also loves spending quality time together at home, just cuddling together on the bed
  • but as soon as your daughter sleeps, he’d lean over and kiss you
  • “thank you for everything and i love you”

I just need to rant for a second ok. I knew I was a lesbian when I was 6 years old so 13 years ago. As a 6 yr old Muslim, Pakistani girl, I did not understand why I felt the way I did (I had a puppy crush on a girl in my class) so I just ignored it. Give it another few years so like 10 yrs old maybe, I hang on to every word any girl ever says to me and I want them to notice me more than anything. Then I’m 11, just started secondary school/high school and changes in everybody’s bodies are starting to take place and I notice things about girls, I become quite flustered in the changing rooms, my mind wonders what it’s like to kiss a girl rather than a boy and I got scared. My “friends” at the time (also Muslims) were openly against homosexuality and I went along with it due to our upbringing so like I did when I was 6, I ignored it and suppressed it and tried a little bit too hard to agree with my “friends”. For another four years, I stayed in the same state of denial. There was a day in yr 10/9th grade where out loud I said to myself “I’m gay” and I wanted to puke so I never done it again. I left that high school for the last two years and went somewhere else for junior and senior year. Junior year I slowly allowed myself to start thinking about girls again and at the beginning of senior year I finally embraced myself and had support from friends. Things went wrong when the cliché, lesbian falls for straight best friend happened - twice, and I accidentally came out to my homophobic parents in a state of desperation. I self harmed, I would look in the mirror and say spiteful things to myself, I’d write insults all over my arms and hands, I didn’t sleep, I became mentally unstable and literally begged for my former best friend to come back in my life, my grades dropped, I was kicked out of my history course because I wasn’t doing my coursework, I was on track for Russell Group universities but had to deny all my offers (I got every single one I applied for) because I wasn’t going to get the grades they asked for, my mother didn’t trust a word that came out my mouth and assumed my anxiety and depression was me crying for attention. I was falling apart and I wanted to just go, maybe even die. That summer after senior year, my relationship with my mother was the worst, we argued practically everyday - there would be insults and crying and doors slamming and so much emotional abuse from both sides. At that moment in time, I truly believed my life was going nowhere and I would be stuck at home for the rest of my life. I had to get out, I had to go university, I couldn’t live like that otherwise I probably wouldn’t be here today. On results day I made the decision that I’d call every uni and beg them to give me an offer.

Now here I am, turning 19 at the end of the month and right now, as I type this, I’m sitting in the living room of the house me and my uni friends have rented out for second year. I’m studying English Lit and Creative Writing - pursuing my passion of reading and writing. I just pigged out on Indian take out while a movie played, I’ve gone a whole year clean from self harm and I’m getting closer to the happiness I know I deserve. I still have a lot to work on but I’m getting there. I know I can be happy, I know I can be who I am and I know there’s a girl out there that I will find and unashamedly show off to the world and will love unconditionally. I’m 50 miles away from the toxicity that was my life a year ago and I’m surrounded by people who love and support me. I’ve got this. And if you’ve read this far, you’ve got this too. Just keep going, keep fighting and for fucks sake, be a little selfish and do things for yourself.

Arranged Marriage: Sehun Edition. Part 12 (final)

A/n: So, I don’t know how many reader’s I’ve lost because I’ve been posting updates like once every ten years and I know I’m a horrible writer because of that, but well this story is so important for me and many of my readers so, if you read last part and feel like this story was somehow written and finished well, please any kind of feedback is welcome <3 don’t forget there’s still prologue to come.

Word Count: 4808

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“Sehun, will you finish sometime today?” I asked, already feeling irritated at his antics. “We need to visit a lot more places and you’ve been looking at a single table for an hour.”

Sehun looked up and glanced at me, squeezing his eyes, hinting that I should just wait for him more.

To my surprise he had woken up earlier than the whole town that morning and not so very gently shaken me from my sleep, whining that we had too much work to do during the day, if we still wanted to invite his grandparents over in the evening. I had quickly changed into jeans and comfortable pair of shoes and soon we were in Sehun’s car, driving around the town while I was making a simple to-do list in my notebook, so we wouldn’t forget anything.

We needed a new couch, a dining table, a couple sheets for the bedroom and maybe new curtains. Any decorations that would catch our eyes during our strolls in various shops were also welcome.

The list wasn’t very long since we’d decided we would just see what more was needed when we actually started living in our new house, so I thought we’d finish quickly, but all my hopes were very swiftly crushed by a handsome man named Oh Sehun who decided it was okay to stare at every single piece of furniture for at least ten minutes straight.

At first I found it cute since I thought maybe he just wanted everything to be perfect for his new house but after sixth shop full of similar tables and sofas my patience ball was on the edge of exploding.

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Found in the backpack of a corpse on a battlefield, hopefully many years from the date of its creation:

Dear Diary, Hello! I found this book in the backpack I was given. I have also been assigned the name Gareth and given several things to wear. I can’t complain. I have not been ordered to complain. I am carrying several things, but I am not tired. Today I almost got to sweep up a chemical spill, but then the order was rescinded. Until next time, Gareth.

Dear Diary, Lord Olethros has brought me to a cave. I got to pick up some potatoes and I knocked over a kobold. Then Lord Olethros conjured the powers of (name redacted) to lay waste to his foes. I have not been ordered to be proud of myself, but I would be. As I write this, the plucky man is going to open a door. I sure hope not to get accidentally hewn by an orcish axe. Until next time, Gareth. 

Dear Diary, Hello! I found this book in the backpack I was given. I have also been assigned the name Gareth and given several things to wear. Today I got to copy a flyer several times for distribution to the future minions/victims of Lord Olethros. He has told me to make sure I keep a professional attitude. I will do my best. Until next time, Gareth. 

Dear Diary, Lord Olethros has brought me to a cave. I have been helping the current minions/future victims of Lord Olethros in their construction of a mighty bastion for the glory of (name redacted). Today I got to nail a board to a wall, and it was another hour before Lord Olethros returned to tell me to stop. That board will not be moving any time soon. Tomorrow we will be entering some rooms below the tomb we are in now. I have not been ordered to be excited about what we may find. Until next time, Gareth. 

Dear Diary, Today I got to rend the life from a vile enemy of (name redacted) and a foe of Lord Olethros. The large bird following the bearded lady has defecated upon the shoulder of the tuxedo I was given, but I have not yet been ordered to clean it. One foe has escaped and must be pursued. Until next time, Gareth. 

Dear Diary, Hello! I found this book in the backpack I was given. I have also been assigned the name Gareth and given several things to wear. The tuxedo appears to be damaged, but I have been ordered to mend it. Lord Olethros is pleased with himself and has given me some coins to carry. I am fulfilling my purpose to the best of my ability. Until next time, Gareth
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Fancy 2/?

Felicity learns just what happens at Blazing Hearts Ranch.

Thanks so much for the lovely comments and likes on the first chapter! As I said before I know nothing about horse ranching so do not expect too much detail in that area.

Special thanks to @mel-loves-all for both the beautiful artwork AND helping me come up with the idea in the first place while shopping for boots in Nashville!

This chapter is unbetaed - so all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy. All chapters available on AO3.


2. Wide Open Spaces


Felicity never really thought she’d meet Oliver Queen, let alone be driving down a dark road to a horse ranch with him. He was even better looking than he was on TV. Oliver Queen returning from the dead had been big news a couple of years back. You could not turn your head without seeing his face and then just as suddenly he disappeared.  The press had speculated but no one had found him, until now.


“I have to say, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when Mel died. She left me in charge, and I kind of thought her lawyer would sell when she passed.” Oliver looked at her in the passenger seat. The tiny blonde who looked determined to take over the world and in this case the world might be his world and his ranch.


“Mel asked me to stay on the ranch for six months before making any decisions. So here I am. I look forward to learning from you. It was clear my aunt thought highly of you Mr. Queen.” Felicity could almost feel him judging her as unworthy, it really got her back up but she wanted to show she was a team player and willing to learn.


“Well, I thought highly of Mel. She was an amazing woman, your aunt. I’m glad I had the opportunity to know her, even if it was only for a short period.” The pickup truck pulled up in front of the main house. “This is where you will be staying. Let me get your bags.”

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Let’s talk about my slow decline off keto and how I’m going to get back up and at it again.  

As you know, I was on vacation and fucking killed it eating wise.  Super proud of myself.  Then, last weekend we drove home from vacation and my parents came back with us to see our new home.  So that meant that vacation continued but on our own turf which you would think would better enable us for success, right?  Unfortunately, that’s not what happened.  

It always starts off with small choices and then spirals downward.  This time it started at Top Golf where Kevin and I both ordered burgers sans buns and bone-in hot wings (keto enough) but then we also each ordered an alcoholic drink.  While absolutely delicious, definitely packing in the carbs.  Then our table randomly got chips and queso which no one ordered but we dove into that anyway.  So, not a horrible start but not fantastic either.  

Then the next day we took my parents out for lunch at our favorite place, Jack Brown’s Beer & Burger Joint, and proceeded to have beer, burgers, fries, and fried oreos.  Now we’re officially sliding downhill.  The next day my parents leave so we can get back to normal routine, right?  Eehh wrong.  

Wednesday night was drinks at his friends house so we loaded up on mojito’s, painkillers, and mint shivers (I can’t tell you what this drink is but I can tell you that I loved it!).  After that we went out to Alkaline for the BEST ramen we’ve ever ever had.  Like woah, so good.  And I’m not even a ramen lover!  Changed that.  Anyway, carbs carbs carbs.  

Thursday, I did fine for the most part until I consumed half a pint of Red Velvet Halo Top - new favorite flavor!!  Not horrible but given my week it’s not helping either.  

Friday, yesterday, we went to a school picnic for Kevin and proceeded to get burgers, potato salad, lemonade, fudgey brownies, and snow cones.  Keto has definitely left the building.  

Today, Saturday, we were originally going to go out to a scavenger hunt bar crawl tonight but Kevin came home from school today not wanting to go and I’m not about to change his mind.  So, today will be a reset.  I woke up this morning and had THE BEST start to the day - it doesn’t hurt that this was my first morning alone in my new house either :)  Woke up to no alarms, made a delicious egg burrito on low-carb tortillas, read more of IT and am now about 90% done with the book (reading it through for the second time in preparation for September 8th!), cleaned up the kitchen, straightened up some rooms, did two loads of laundry, and took my first bath in our giant jetted tub.  Goodness gracious I shouldn’t have waited so long to try the tub out but it was absolutely perfect.  I straight up feel like I’m in a 5 star resort up in here.  

For lunch today I made an egg salad salad and all is right with the world.  Happy to get back to my dash and start catching up on all your activities and eats throughout this past week that I’ve been hiding in carb-land!  

*Mwuah!*

*This picture of Kevin and I at Top Golf.  I’m trying really hard not to hate it.  I had a great time.  But the entire time there, and on all of vacation, I was using a lot of brain power trying to reverse any negative self talk about how I look and feel.  Trying to embrace all that is good with the experience and not dwell on not being satisfied with my body at the moment.  So, I’m going to look at this picture and remember how much fun I had with my hilarious husband and my loving parents.  
**I have no idea how I made my bathtub picture into a gif.  But hella cool that it happened!!  

The heiress and the prince part 2

The second part of my Klaroline au week day seven Drabble. Where the Mikaelsons are king and queen of England. And Klaroline have been hiding their relationship from the people for five years and decided to reveal to the nation in a very un royal way.

For @caritobear and @mscaroline-forbes who when I was giving them a summaries of a couple Drabbles I have to finish they were really excited.

Xxx

Caroline rolls over from snuggling with Klaus and feels someone watching her. She has become accustom to the feeling living the life she leads but she doesn’t like it when she’s asleep and a little bit hungover from last night. She cracks an eye open and sees two five year olds looking at her a blonde and a brunette. “ Hi.”

Caroline squints at the five year olds “Hello.”

“ Are you a princess?”

“ I’m an heiress.” She points to Klaus asleep next to her “ He’s a prince. Princesses are down the hall go wake them up.”

“What’s an heiress?”

“Why isn’t he wearing his crown?”

Caroline stretches in bed still keeping the covers over her naked body. “ Too many questions this early in the morning. I’ll answer your questions if you give me that shirt and those shorts.”

The twin girls nod and go and pick up the items Caroline pointed to. “ Thank you.”

Caroline manages to get the shirt on with out them seeing anything. She nudges Klaus in the side “ Nik put this on.”

Klaus still asleep mumbles “ Usually you ask me to take something off not put on.”

“ Wake up and put this on we have company.”

Klaus still has his eyes closed “ Tell Tyler he’s fired for being a creep.”

Caroline smiles down at him she’s glad she isn’t the only one who thinks Tyler is a creep “ No it’s not Tyler wake up and look on my side of the bed.”

Klaus opens his eyes and looks over at the two five year olds “ Those are kids.”

Caroline caress his face “ It’s a good thing your pretty.”

Klaus glances up at her and she pecks him on the lips and hands him his boxers. “ These kids have questions for us.”

“ This early in the morning.”

“ I know that’s what I said.”

“ So what do they want to know.”

“Why you are not wearing your crown and what’s an heiress.”

Klaus looks over at the twins again with sleepy eyes “ It’s too pointy to sleep in.”

Caroline doesn’t really know how to explain what an heiress is to them “My parents work with diamonds and when they leave this world I get their money and business well my brothers and I do.”

“ Do you have a crown?”

Klaus stretches in bed “ Yes it’s with the other Crown Jewels we only bring them out on special occasions.”

“ Is he your Prince Charming?”

Caroline looks over at the equally hungover shirtless prince “ I guess so yeah.”

The twins satisfied with their answers go to leave when Caroline leans up on her elbows “ What are your names?”

“ Lizzie and Josie.”

They go past the table and see bottles of alcohol from last night “ Is that soda?”

Both Caroline and Klaus jump out of the bed “ Stop, that’s poison the evil aunt who is trying to steal the kingdom sent it don’t touch.”

Both blondes sit on the couch still tired “ Are you sure your a prince?”

“ Yeah I’m pretty sure. Why?”

“ You don’t look like a prince.”

Klaus looks over at Caroline with the same expression i am so done with these kids. “ Ok… That’s it come with me Josie and Lizzie in the palace.”

Xxx

Both blondes lead them out of the room a couple minutes later they find Tyler “ We found these in our room. What part of security detail don’t let anyone in didn’t make any sense.”

“ What am I supposed to do with them?”

Klaus has his arm around Caroline’s shoulders her head is on his shoulder they were out last night at a club with the others and didn’t get in till late. “ That’s not our problem your the security try asking Alaric.”

Xxx

As they are walking back to their room Esther, Alaric and Ayana come out of the Queen and kings wing. “ I see your not getting dressed today.”

Caroline looks down she’s just wearing one of Klaus shirts and Klaus is in his boxers. “ We are but we were awoken by two five years olds who found there way into our room. And kept asking us questions.”

“ Your highness where are my children?”

“ We left them with Mr. Lockwood who I am firing for being a terrible bodyguard. Plus he keeps staring at Caroline’s breasts.”

Esther looking up from her day planner Anya is holding “ Niklaus you can’t keep firing bodyguards. Your going to have to put up with him he’s not hurting anyone.”

“ Mother he pulled a gun on Caroline.”

“ I will talk with him. And you and Caroline have that interview at 3 to properly announce your relationship.”

Klaus groans he doesn’t like talking to the press that’s more Rebekah’s thing. “ Why do we have to do the interview we already told the nation we are dating. That’s what the garden party was for.”

Esther sighs and rubs her temple “ Niklaus for the last time the garden party was for the people to meet us, shake our hand, and for us to mingle. I am still getting calls everyday a week later about what each of you did at the garden party. You made a fool of yourself and Caroline for your little performance last week.”

Xxx

After his mother leaves Klaus turns to Caroline “ What do you want to do my love. Go back to bed, sex in the throne room, have a little vacation of our own, or go prepare hours before a interview neither of us want to do.”

Caroline smiles up at him and kisses him and she wraps her legs around his waist and he begins walking to the throne room.

Xxx

An hour later as they are coming out of the throne room with missed up hair Katherine comes around the corner “ Oh honey don’t you know sex in the throne room is so last week.”

Caroline laughs and turns to her best friend “Meaning last week you and Elijah were in there.”

“Right before I heard you were here. It’s one of his favorite spots.”

“ I knew something was up when I saw you last week your hair was messed up You would never think that Elijah likes to get down in the throne room he’s always so proper and gentlemanly.”

Katherine smiles at her best friend “ Yeah my Elijah is kinky which is why we work so well together. Also I want you to be my maid of honor.”

Caroline squeals and throws her arms around Katherine’s neck “ of course, I’m so excited.”

Xxx

They return to their room and the room is spotless “I see mother sent the housekeepers to clean the place up. I’m surprised she didn’t lay out the clothes she wants us to wear for this ridiculous interview on the bed.”

Caroline laughs and pulls him towards the bathroom.

Xxx

Two hours later

Klaus and Caroline both showered and changed for the interview both of them don’t want to do. Esther arranged for the interview to be in their bedroom on the couch.

For the interview Caroline choose a white sleeveless dress with a black beaded neckline that stops mid thigh and her thigh high boots there is a little gap between dress and boots. Klaus is just in black jeans and a dress shirt.

“Your highness it is a pleasure. Thank you for inviting me to the palace and sitting down with me.”

Both Klaus and Caroline nod. “How long have you and Caroline been a couple?”

Klaus and Caroline are holding hands looking very civilized and proper looking very Royal, Caroline has her legs crossed at the ankles. “ We have been together for five years.”

“With both of you leading very public lives how did you manage to keep this a secret for this long.”

Klaus and Caroline both look at each other before Klaus answers. “ Being a prince and and an heiress you get a certain reputation that we are out of control, like to party a lot but when you would take pictures of us in the clubs dancing with each other it wasn’t just because it was Tuesday and we were bored so we decided to go out. Whenever you took pictures of us we were on dates.”

“Caroline you have two older brothers how do they feel about you dating England’s most popular playboy?”

Caroline smiles at Klaus they came up with cover stories to hide their relationship from the public Klaus’s was he was England’s most popular playboy, hers was she was a ditzy partying heiress. “ They are fine with it. Klaus, myself, my brothers, his siblings all grew up together. So when we started dating he was already accepted by my brothers.”

“So after being together for five years is there wedding bells in the future? Caroline are you ready to become a princess?”

Caroline and Klaus share a look they’ve have never talked about marriage. “ I’ll let Klaus answer the first question but as for the second question if he asked me yes I would be ready to become a princess and if I had any questions I would ask Rebekah and Freya who I love like sisters.”

Klaus looks down at their hands “ Maybe some time in the future but right now we are just happy being together plus I don’t want to take the spotlight away from my older brother and Katerina’s upcoming nuptials.”

“While we are on the topic of the upcoming nuptials of Prince Elijah and soon to be princess Katerina do you each have a role or are you guests.”

Caroline smiles she is so happy for her best friend she couldn’t be more proud of her. Katherine has been her best friend for as long as she can remember before her parents moved their children to the palace (Caroline’s parents were friends with Mikael and Esther) Katherine was her next door neighbor. Katherine lived in the estate next to theirs and they would always play together. Then when Caroline and her brothers moved Katherine asked her parents if she could visit Caroline at the palace Katherine would visit three times a week and become friends with all the Mikaelsons.

“ I’m the maid of honor”

“Best man.”

“That was all the questions I had thank you for sitting down with me. I know you both are busy.”

Caroline and Klaus nod and the reporter let’s herself out.

Xxx

Klaus leans his head back against the couch and Caroline lays her head on his shoulder “ That went well even though we both hated it.”

“I hate reporters.”

Caroline looks up at him “What do you want to do Nik? Have a little vacation of our own, go tell your mom that the interview is done and that it went well and we didn’t start a crisis, hangout with the others?”

“ All I want to do is this.”

Klaus leans down and passionately kisses her.

A Good Man

A/N: Day 1 of 25 days of DC Christmas. This was an anon request. Hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

Request:  a Christmas one where barry spends the holiday with reader and meets the parents and hella fluff please.

Word Count: 2,015

The sound of dishes clanging rose me from my slumber on a cold winter morning, as I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in an empty bed. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the cracked door and grabbed my attention. My amazing boyfriend, Barry, was in the kitchen making breakfast. I rolled out of bed and slipped out of the bedroom to find him standing in his gray tee and boxers wearing my apron as he poked at the bacon with the spatula.

“Morning, hon,” I smiled and tried to smooth my hair back.

“Morning,” he beamed as he turned towards me with a plate in his hand, “Breakfast is ready.”

I walked over and snaked my arms around him, and buried my head in his chest. Today we were supposed to go to my parents’ for an early Christmas dinner, it was the only time my entire family could get together, but I would have much rather preferred to just stay home, “Do you think I can call and say I’m sick?”

“What? No, we have to go. It’s your family. And it’s Christmas. Plus I want to meet your parents,” he argued. I had been trying to sway him for weeks but he loved everything about this time of year. I personally would rather drink hot cocoa and watch Netflix.

“Fine,” I conceded knowing how hard it was to change Barry’s mind.

“Now smile,” he said before placing a a quick kiss on my cheek and leading me to the table for breakfast.

“Before we go though there are a couple things we should go over… so you’re prepared.”

“What is this a family dinner or a job interview?” he laughed as he shoveled eggs into his mouth.

“I’m serious, my family dinners aren’t like dinners at the West or Allen household. My parents are all about appearances and feel superior to most people,” Barry rolled his eyes, “At least hear me out?” I asked with a small pout.

“Okay,” he smirked as he grabbed my hand, “What do I need to know?”

“Well, my dad is a marine, he has a habit of threatening my previous boyfriends, he also is extremely conservative. Talk sports, football mostly, the Cowboys are his favorite team. Stay far away from the topic of the Philadelphia Eagles. Also if he starts talking about the metahumans change the topic immediately. And my mother is very into appearances, as long as you compliment her on how she styled the house, on her outfit, basically anything superficial you should be good. But if she asks you about working with the CCPD, downplay it. She’s trying to get a meeting with the mayor. My sister is very proper, super intelligent, and holier than thou. If she starts saying some snobbish bull shit just ignore her. My brother isn’t bad, but he normally doesn’t come to family events because my parents and him kind of had a falling out three years ago.”

“Whoa… that’s a lot of information to process.”

“Yeah… I still think it would just be better if we stay home and curl up on the couch,” I ran my foot along his leg trying to tempt him.

“No, we’ve been dating for almost a year, you’ve met Joe and Henry. I should meet your parents.”

“Okay. Oh, you’re going to need to wear a suit.”

The uber driver dropped us off outside of my parents house. I looked up at the familiar white house with the blue door. It almost looked friendly and welcoming from the outside. We started up the small walkway towards the front door. Before ringing the doorbell I messed with Barry’s tie and straightened his collar, “Remember Cowboys, not Eagles. No metahuman talk. Compliments. Not too much about CCPD. And ignore my sister.”

“Got it,” he smiled and winked, then he leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek before whispering in my ear, “Relax. I’m right here with you.” His fingers intertwined with my own and he gave my hand a quick squeeze before I smoothed out my dress and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later my father was standing at the door. He stood tall and proud in his uniform, towering over Barry and myself, “Hey, sweet pea,” he smiled and then he saw Barry holding my hand and he shot him a skeptical look, “You must be Gary,” he stuck out his hand.

“Barry, actually,” he smiled and gave him a firm handshake. I noticed my dad squeeze tighter and Barry flinched only slightly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” My father released his hand and I saw Barry in the corner of my eye stretching out his fingers. He leaned to me and whispered, “He’s got quite a grip.”

Just then I heard my mother’s squeal as she rounded the corner, “Is that my girl?“ she came closer to me and grabbed my shoulders. Then she tilted her head and started messing with my hair.

“Mother stop,” I pulled her hands from my face and noticed Barry stifling a laugh. 

“I wish you would let me take you to the salon every once in a while.”

“I happen to like my hair,” I argued. Then she glanced down at my red halter a-line dress.

“Why didn’t you wear the dress I bought you?”

“I am wearing the dress you bought me.”

“Oh, it-it looked different on the rack,” she sighed and then turned her attention to Barry.

“You must be Bartholomew,” she smiled and then looked him up and down, “He’s quite the sharp dresser.”

“Please call me Barry, and may I say you look lovely Mrs. Y/L/N,” that charm threw my mother in a fit of giggles as she and my father led us into the house.

We walked into the dining room where we found my sister fussing over the extravagant centerpiece my mother had laid out, “Would you quit messing with that!” my mother snapped causing Casey to pull away and her attention turned to me.

“Oh hello, y/n,” she said coldly.

“Hey, Casey,” I asked in as friendly of a voice as I could muster.

“Is this him?” she asked in a distasteful tone. Casey always thought that a man should be clean-cut, well-raised, and even though she didn’t say it, rich.

“Yes, this is my boyfriend Barry,” I smiled proudly as I grabbed his arm.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he held out his hand but she just stared at it and did not respond, leaving Barry standing there quite awkwardly.

“Well at least someone is able to tolerate you,” she forced a smile as if she had just given high praise. Barry winced slightly and wore a small look of shock, as if what she just said was unwarranted, but he didn’t know Casey. I’d learned to live with it, “You really should stay away from the color red, it’s not doing you any favors,” she smiled and then walked out of the room.

I turned to Barry and played with the lapel of his jacket, “So that’s my sister…”

“Did she really just say that?” his eyes were blown wide with disbelief.

“Oh yeah… I tried to warn you.”

“That was extremely tasteless,” he huffed.

“Well no one ever said Casey was classy,” I smiled and whispered, “She just thinks she is.”

My mother peeked her head in the doorway, “We still have about a half an hour til dinner, how about you join me in the kitchen and Barry can go watch football with your father.”

“Mom, why don’t you get Casey to help you?” I suggested politely.

She waved her hand at me as she grabbed my arm, “Nonsense, Casey has much better things to do. Barry will get along just fine,” she started dragging me with her then turned back to my loving boyfriend, “The family room is just around the corner.”

I turned back to him and mouthed “help me” he just laughed quietly, “you’ll be fine.”

When we walked into the kitchen I discovered that everything was almost finished, my mother didn’t need my help. But she blocked the door way and my only escape, “He’s quite charming isn’t he. And a very smooth dresser. What does he do again?”

“I’ve told you a thousand times, he’s a CSI.”

“A CSI, for the CCPD? Does he know the mayor? I’ve been trying to get a hold of him for weeks. Your father and I would appreciate tickets to the banquet on Christmas Eve,” she began rambling, trying to bargain her way into a position of status.

“Mother, no. You are not berating my boyfriend for tickets to anything!” I snapped, cutting her off.

She dismissed my outburst as she often did, “Fine, fine. You know though you picked a good one. If I were twenty years younger…”

“Mom, I’m begging you, please don’t finish that sentence,” I did not need any more insight into the inter-workings of my mothers twisted thought process.

“All I was going to say is that he’s a keeper. At least you got something right,” she smiled, then she came to me and wrapped me into a large hug, something she rarely did, “I’m proud of you.”

After we finished setting the table my mother and I strutted into the family room to find something I never expected. My dad, and my boyfriend, laughing? It made absolutely no sense. My father had never once approved of one of my boyfriends. I would have tried to guess what was different, but I knew Barry. He had a way of connecting with people. 

“And here are the lovely ladies,” my dad smiled larger than life.

“Dinner’s ready,” my mother’s voice sang.

My mother led the way out of the room and Barry followed quickly after My dad wrapped his arm around me, “I like him. He’s a good man.”

“Yes he is,” I smiled surprised at how Barry had managed to win over my father. 

We sat down to a gorgeous dinner, I leaned over to Barry and whispered, “What did you do to my dad?”

He just smiled to himself and grabbed my hand under the table, giving it a light squeeze, and I felt myself fill with a warmth I recognized as utter blissful happiness. 

By the end of dinner Barry had effectively won over every one of my family members, he had easily swayed my parents. My sister was more of a challenge, one he managed to conquer by discussing his relationships with Harrison Wells, Martin Stein, and Christina McGee, making my sister effectively jealous. She was baffled by Barry’s intellect. Even more so by my relationship with such a man. 

The only thing missing from the evening was my brother. I would never bring up Kyle at a family dinner, it would only cause a nuclear disaster and possibly the start of World War 3 but I could help but feel an emptiness as his chair was left empty at the end of the table.

After dinner and dessert we said our goodbyes and waited out front for our ride to arrive. Barry wrapped his arms around me allowing me to bury myself in him to keep warm, “What’s wrong y/n?” Barry asked, a slight tone of worry could be detected in his voice.

“Nothing Barr, tonight was perfect. You managed to magically win over each one of my family members,” desperately I tried to mask the sadness in my voice.

But he knew what I was feeling, he always did, “… except your brother.”

I nodded into his chest and he pulled me tighter. 

“Well, I’d like to meet him,” just then our car pulled up and we climbed into the car.

“Where are we going folks?” the driver asked cheerfully. Barry looked at me and mouthed “Where does he live?”

I beamed brightly and gave the driver my brother’s address. I turned and placed a soft chilled kiss on his lips, “My dad was right. You are a good man, Barry Allen.”

#05 Hard

“Hurry up!” i yell to Arzaylea who’s still in the bathroom fixing her makeup 

“We’re late already, just give me 5 minutes” i hear her from the bathroom, talking quietly. 

“that’s what you said 5 minutes ago” i roll my eyes, trying to not focus on the hour that was showing on my phone. 

her phone starts buzzing on the table, next to me, and makes me anxious. 

“Luke is Calling!” i exlcaim rolling my eyes for the 10th time now. 

she curse loudly and moves around the small hotel bathroom, picking up things quickly “Don’t pick up” she says quick “he’s being cranky today, i really don’t want to hear him all stressed!” 

“Well, i guess he is” i say “WE’RE LATE!” 

“Hold on” She whines walking out of the bathroom and looking at herself on the mirror one more time. 

i start to look anxious and my legs are moving nervously on the place. my hands play nervously with my top and i start looking around the room looking for something to distract myself. 

“Are you comfortable on those heels?” she asks while applying one more coat of lipstick on her lips. 

“not a bit” i shrugged “But they are pretty and then fans are not criticizing my ‘ ‘unladylike’ look” 

she chuckles “Bullshit” she puts the lipstick down “I can lend you some really pretty shoes, don’t torture yourself, is a concert where we’re going” 

“We need to get going” i sigh getting really stressed. 

“Relax” she says, going around the room one more time. 

is not the first concert that we go to, for obvious reasons, but this is the only concert of the entire tour i am able to go to because of schoo, also is the most important one, since is the first time for the guys to play their own show on the Madison Square Garden, this one is a big one, i couldn’t be more proud. Michael insisted a lot for me to come to New York with him, but everytime i rejected his offer because i was too busy with college, but now that i am finally free, i didn’t waste anytime and jumped to a plane straight up to New York. 

Arzaylea throw me a pair of boots from the other side of the room, all ready to go and looking herself one last time on the mirror. i throw my heels on the floor and slide the boots on as fast as i can so we can finally get going, but my phone starts buzzing insistently on my pocket, making me concern. no one really called me. 

“Hello?” i pick up the call, tying the laces of my right boot, holding my phone between my shoulder and ear. 

“Hello, (Y/n)” a man says on the other side of the line “how is it going?” 

“oh hey Daryl” i say kindly “i am doing fine, how’s everything over there?” 

“not too well at the moment” he says really quietly, and makes me slow my movements “is Michael with you? i’ve been trying to call him for over an hour” 

“No, he’s not here” i say sadly “but i am on my way to see him, what’s wrong?” 

he takes a deep breath and takes a minute to prepare his words  on that moment i knew this could not be good in any way. 

“We went to a celebration dinner a couple of hours ago, and Karen just wasn’t feeling well, she had some complications and i had to take her to the hospital” he says carefully. 

“Oh my godness” my voice shakes and i lean on my seat processing his words “she’ll be alright, right?” 

“I hope so” he says politely, but i notice sadness in his voice “the doctors say she will need surgery, but we don’t know yet… just tell Michael what’s happening and tell him i say hi, i’ll keep you guys aware with what’s happening” 

“Okay” i say quietly “i am so sorry for all of this, i’ll call you right away after i tell Michael” 

“Alright sweetheart” he says finally showing a bit of relieve “i can’t keep this call any longer, but thank you, keep me informed” 

“Okay” i nod “goodbye Mr. Clifford” i say but the call hungs up a second later. 

without noticing i keep my eyes looking straight, not looking at anything in particular, but everything i need now is to process all of this information. 

Michael’s mom is in the hospital 

Michael is having the most important night of his life

and i am about to ruin it 

“What’s happening?” i hear Arzaylea by my side, brushing a finger on my cheek, cleaning a tear that ran down my face. 

“Karen is in the hospital” i say quietly. leaning down i press my head against my hands and close my eyes “She might have to go to surgery” i whisper “Michael is going to be so upset” 

“Oh my god” she breaths, rubbing my back softly. i didn’t realize that i am crying now. “What are you going to do?” 

“What do you mean?” i whine, letting out a heavy breath. 

“You can’t tell him right now” she says softly “He’ll leave” 

She’s right 

“I don’t now” i nod with my head, getting up of my seat “Let’s go, we’re late” 

“(Y/n)” 

“Let’s go!” i exclaim 


my head is a total mess on our ride to the Madison Square. I can’t find a proper way to tell Michael about this, about something so delicate, but he’s been waiting for this show all of his life, i can’t take him out of this. 

We finally park on the back of the stadium, and now we are running down the big hallway, backstage, where all the crew was running around,setting everything up for the show. 

 “There you are!” i hear Luke voice somewhere. 

he appears from the door besides us and walks toward us, his guitar is hanging over his torso, and he’s holding a bottle of water on his left hand. looking a bit stressed. 

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere ” he mumbles, giving his girlfriend a quick kiss on the lips “Hi (Y/n)” 

he smiles at me, lacing his fingers with his girlfriend’s. “We got here a couple of minutes ago” i say. 

“We stopped by to say hi” Arz completes smiling at him “We gotta catch our sits before the show starts” 

“Alright” he nods “We are going out on 20 minutes” 

“We better go now, then” i say taking her hand, and pulling her from him so we could go to our sits. 

“Wait, (Y/n)” Luke says, stopping me “Michael is in that room” he says pointing at the door at the end of the hallway “You should come and say hi, he’s been waiting for you all day” 

my mind is racing, i can’t face him right now. “Okay” i say softly, trying to hide my worried face, so i look back to Arzaylea, looking for help. 

“You go there, i’ll go take the sits” she points towards the exit. 

“Okay” i agree. slowly walking backwards. 

Luke do the same as me, but faster, hurrying himself so he can get ready for the show “I’ll see you guys Later”

i make my way to the room, and my heart is beating so fast that it makes me think everyone else can hear it too. i am so nervous that my hands are shaking and all i wanna do is turn back the time and fix everything. but this is not that easy.

i knock the door in front of me twice, and wait for someone to open it, i can hear loud voices from the inside, which make me think they are all ready getting hyper for the show. 

the door opens, and i finally see my boyfriend’s face, smiling at me like usual, and practically throwing himself at me with happiness. 

“You’re here!” he exclaims lifting off my feet and spinning me around. 

i giggle a little and kiss his cheek, hugging him tight. it’s been so long since i last saw him and being into his arms again brings peace to my mind. i feel good on one side, but my mind is still a mess. 

“I missed you” he says close to my ear. cups my face on his hands and starts spreading little kisses all over my face. 

“I missed you” i repeat finally kissing his lips. 

when we pull away from the kiss, he has the biggest smile on his face, a smile that could bring peace to the world and a smile that it’s because of me. 

“Come in” he takes my hand, pulling me into the room. 

lacing my fingers with his. we sat on the big couch of the green room, i could here Luke practicing his vocals, Calum tuning his bass and last but not least, Ashton hitting his drum sticks on the large table in front of him, remembering all the rhythms of their set list. 

“I wanted to meet you at the hotel so bad, but i couldn’t get out of here” Michael chuckles, looking my in the eyes. “I missed you babe” 

“I missed you too” i smile pecking his lips “You look happy” 

“Trust me, i am so fucking happy” he smiles “This is a big thing (Y/n), this is the best day of my life, can you believe i made it this far?” 

i smile to him and cup his face on my hands “i am so proud of you” i kiss him one, two, three times, and caress his cheeks softly. 

“i love you” he mumbles. 

“I love you more” i open my eyes and look up at him. 

he looks at me in the eyes and frowns, looking a bit concern “Have you been crying?” he asks running his thumb on my cheek “Your eyes are a bit..” 

“I’m fine” i lie “Really” 

He shrugs “Sorry, but i don’t believe you” he caress my cheek again “you can Tell me” 

i sigh “It’s delicate Michael” 

“Tell me” he insist. 

i just can’t. he’s happy. i just can’t. 

i was about to say something but a masculine voice yells from outside, calling out the boys for the show. he sighs and kiss my cheek quickly. 

“sorry, i have to go” he smiles a bit “enjoy the show, and we’ll talk about this later. he points at me “I love you” 

“I love you too” i mumble 

and now he’s gone. 


the concert was beyond awesome. so awesome it made me cry. 

the music went to my ears flawlessly, and on the moment when my favorite song was being played i couldn’t handle the tear anymore. it was just perfect. 

now we went on our way backstage, watching the people going out of the stadium, and saying hi to all the fans that took the time to at least wave their hands at us. i practically run to the green room’s door when we got there and give Michael the biggest hug i could give him, even though he was all sweaty, i didn’t mind any of this, i just wanted him to know how good he did. 

“I LOVED EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF IT!” i exclaim, i jump and lace my legs around his hips, letting him put his hand under my thighs for support. “CONGRATS!” 

“Aww, thanks baby” he smiles, kissing my cheek, and letting my feet touch the ground one more time. 

“I love you bub” i say kissing his lips, but he pulled away. 

“i love you, but..” he starts “We still need to talk” 

then the uncomfortable silence starts. and now i remember what i had to do. the only thing that hurts me the most and the hardest thing i’ve been able to do in my life.  “i want to know what is making you cry” 

you have no idea 

“We should take this outside” i say. taking his hand and pull him with me. 

we walk and walk and keep walking, until i am able to find an isolated place, where i know no one is going to interrupt us. i stopped walking once i found the isolated hallway, and sit on the cold ground, waiting for him to do the same. 

“Alright” he says for no reason and sits in front of me. “Spit it out” 

i sigh hiding my hands on my face. and take a deep breath “this is not easy, you know?” i give half a smile, trying to soft things a little bit. 

“Are you pregnant?” he says suddenly. 

my eyes wide “What? no!” i frown. 

“Thanks god!” he says letting out a big sigh “don’t misunderstand me, i love kids but i am not ready for them” 

i frown even more and take both of his hands between mine “Michael this is serious” i nod “Your dad called me a couple of hours ago” 

“Okay…” he says concerned “What did he said?” 

a tear falls off my eyes and he wipes it before it falls off my face. waiting for me to continue. 

“Your parents went on a celebration dinner, and your mother wasn’t feeling well” i sigh looking at the ground, now i got all his attention “She passed out, and now she is in the hospital” 

“What?” he says in a whisper. 

“Your dad says she might need surgery, apparently she is having problems with her stomach, and she hasn’t woke up yet. your dad wanted to tell you, but you wouldn’t pick up his call” i finally say “I’m sorry Michael” 

“What does that mean?” he says trying to process why i just said “You are almost a doctor, what does that fucking mean?” 

i am speachless. “Michael. i-i don’t know, if it’s really what they say, the stomach is such a delicate place, and if she was weak enough to pass out this could mean that there’s an infection, there could be a disease, or even canc… forget it” i shut myself up. he is hiding his face between his hands at this point “Michael these could mean a lot of things, i can’t give you a diagnosis when i know as less as you about all of these”

“You’re telling me that my mother could have Cancer” he says, there’s anger on his voice. and he gets out of his place, standing up again “Why the hell did you not tell me this before!” he yells

“Michael i didn’t say that” i keep my voice low. “it is just a supposition” 

“No is not!” his voice break “My mom is in the hospital! and you knew it all this time, why didn’t you tell me?!”

“YOU WE’RE SO HAPPY!” i yell, letting a sob out “I didn’t want to ruin it! i’m sorry!” 

he lets out a laugh, and anger laugh, tears already streaming down his face “A sorry is not going to take her out of there, is it?!” he shouts, punching and kicking the wall. 

“Kicking and screaming won’t do either!” i get up, and take his arm, stopping him from keep  punching the wall. but he punches it one more time, letting out a yell again “stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself” 

“Shut up!” he sobs “i can’t believe you hide this from me, my mom could be dying and you just hide it from me. What is wrong with you?!” 

“Michael” i sob, trying to hug him, looking for an apology but he walks away from me. 

“Shut the fuck up” he sobs again, walking backwards “i am going home” i spits, groaning softly feeling the pain on his left hand. 

“I’ll go with you” i say to him, when he was already walking towards the exit. 

“Whatever” he sighs 

Seconds later, he was gone. he was probably looking for any of his crew members to take him to the hotel, and i know it wouldn’t be a good idea if i follow him, because he’s mad, and it wouldn’t be a good idea, to stick by his side. so i will look for a cab by myself. 

and now for the first time i know, how hard is to give this kind of news. and he probably won’t want me to go with him. 

but Karen is family. 

and we gotta stick together. 

Creepypasta #947: Family of Three Plus One

Length: Super long

They follow the same neat routine every day. The boy wakes up to the sound of that unpleasant alarm at 6 AM every morning, Monday through Friday. I listen carefully to the sheets rustling above me as he tosses, turns, shifts in his bed struggling to force himself awake. On the occasion that he falls back asleep in the safe warm embrace of his bedding, face nuzzled sweetly against his puffy down pillow, his mother will come in.

Now, his mother often wakes up at 5 in the morning, a beautiful time when the light of the morning sun is still waking with the rest of Earth’s creatures. I can move more freely at this time, though risky as it may be. I watch her arise; her husband lies silent, still consumed by a world of dreams. I follow her to the bathroom and watch while she cleans her face, brushes her teeth and prepares for the day. Sometimes she sees me, but never thinks anything of it; how exhilarating those days are, to make eye contact with the people who house me. 

As she wanders down stairs to prepare breakfast, we part ways and I visit the boy. As I mentioned earlier, on occasion he will sleep in, much like today. I stretched out and relaxed, awaiting the mothers’ arrival; it was always pleasant to be in the company of my family.

She arrived on schedule. With breakfast ready she wouldn’t be letting him sleep any longer. I have watched this week after week and in my humble opinion it is this behavior that makes the child feel he can sleep as he pleases; this routine is what gives me strength, what gives me confidence. My eyes follow the door as it opens and I watch her fuzzy slippers step closer. Her skin smells so sweet. For a woman of her age, her soft flesh is so tightly wrapped around her legs, it is all I can do to stay put and not act on instinct. I let the aroma fill my nostrils and allow her voice to dance along my ears. 

She walks out of the room and soon my vision is obscured by cartoon character pajamas and bare feet. His toes are so small, so delectable, little treats on little feet. I reach out to touch them, my claws leaving the safe haven of darkness that conceals all that go bump in the night. The light burns my flesh as my claws sprout from under the bed; they brush against his clothes, so very close to that youthful perfection. The pain surges through my hand, my arm, it’s almost more than I can handle. 

I reach forward to grab his ankle and he steps away. I pulled my hand back under the bed, nursing the burns, but the thrill of the hunt filled me with glee. I am so proud of how good she is to him and how much he is growing into a little man. I fade into the shadows and vanish from his room.

The father was still asleep. It’s 7 AM now, the bus should be arriving for the little one soon and how I will miss him. I contemplate following him to school, but risk outweighs reward. Exciting as the thought is; to be left stranded in a school yard, even though I would be blessed with tender morsels left and right, I may not make it home. Last thing I would want is to leave my home unguarded, to come back and find it claimed by another. No, I must defend my home; defend my people, till their bitter end. 

From their closet I watched the father sleep. The door was left cracked open this morning. He disgusts me; he is by no means a pleasant person. His flesh is coated in filth and only does he bathe when forced by the wife. I find myself all too often eagerly awaiting his departure to work. Ever since he changed his schedule to a later shift, I have found my routine has been shattered. Oh, how I miss the days that he would be out the door before his wife rose so that I would have her all to myself; how I could be there for the child and admire the beauty in his ignorance. 

Now, I’m afraid I must tiptoe from the morning to the afternoon, my time alone with the woman is no longer so. Yes, I can watch her from the mirrors, brush against her as she sinks into the couch, but no longer do I posses the luxury of freedom. The father will leave shortly before the boy returns, with this I find solace. The sun will begin to dip down below the horizon while he slaves away the hours at his job.

As night dominates the sky I can move as I wish, inside and outside of my home. Well, I used to go outside. Lately I have noticed prying eyes gazing at my family from the windows, concealed by darkness. I am tempted to get rid of them, but I don’t know how many wait, and I can’t risk leaving my people exposed. My kind grows very envious of those of us with homes and families of our own, they seek to destroy our success and ruin everything we worked so hard to accomplish. 

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Genre: angst/fluff/smut

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And Then There's You (Michael Clifford Smut) - Part 2

Summary: “In a perfect world, when he’s with her, he would be wishing he was with me; when he looked at her, he would be looking at me; when he smiled at her, his smile would be for me; when he thought about someone, he would be thinking about me. In a perfect world, he would realize that she wasn’t the one he was supposed to be with and I would still be standing here waiting for him still when he finally knows this. But this isn’t a perfect world and people do get hurt, you smile when you feel like crying, you act like you’re okay when you’re falling apart inside and you let it go. You move on, because there’s nothing else you can do”

Requested: Yes

Warning: Swearing, cheating, name calling + smut

A/N: This hasn’t been proof-read! Tell me what you think and if you want another part! Credits to the owner for the gif!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Epilogue

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Woozi Fic 3

Uhh yeah ive been staying up until like 5 in the morning these past few nights and ive made it my resolve to write one of these every day because i have a problem so here’s another one (thank you to those whove read and liked it enough to give it a note it makes me really happy XD)


“Yah, Jihoon-hyung!” Dino screams as he bangs the bathroom door for the third time. “Hurry up! You’ve been in there for 20 minutes! You know how many of us there are and we don’t have 260 minutes to spare! That’s…” he pauses for a second and looks over to Minghao next to him.

“4 hours and 20 minutes,” Minghao finishes.

Dino swiftly turns back and continues smashing his fists. “4 HOURS AND 20 MINUTES HYUNG!”

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I Love To Hate You

TITLE: I Love To Hate You

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Seven


AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and you dislike each other, but you are forced into an arranged marriage and as time goes by, it barely gets better. It seems to be a marriage that will hardly be amiable but certain events causes Loki to be the husband you never thought he could be.

RATING: Teen

NOTE: Discussion with reference to miscarriage. 

It apparently only took once, or twice, though technically once, since there had been three weeks between the two times Alexandra and Loki had coupled, so when she was told how far she was, she knew it was from the consummation of her marriage. Immediately, Alexandra started to hyperventilate, terrified of what was now her fate. The healer tried to calm her, tell her what to do to ensure a safe pregnancy, but Alexandra did not hear half of it, her mind focusing on one thing alone. When she went back to her rooms that evening, she said nothing, immediately going to bed and pretending to sleep. Upon entering, Loki looked at his wife confused, not understanding what was causing her behaviour. Saying nothing, he got into the bed and turned away from her, as they usually did and tried to drift off, but the anxiety that was radiating from her was almost palpable. He recalled when she could not sleep on Alfheim, how she had initiated intimacy between them. Though it was awkward, since they did not see eye to eye, it was incredibly pleasurable. If he had a more willing wife, Loki would have wanted to do the act daily, but as it stood, she did not seem to want to. Gritting his teeth, he realised he was after thinking of her naked body under his, causing him to become highly frustrated, wishing to relieve himself, but knowing she was awake, so being unable to. Deciding to see if she would assist his predicament in any manner, he turned in the bed and got closer to her. Confused, and somewhat startled, Alexandra turned around to see what he was doing, when she realised he was close to her, she willed her eyes to focus through the darkness at him, only to realise a moment before he did it that he was trying to kiss her.

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Sixth Anniversary - One Shot

Requested? Yes: can you do mine and Simons 1 year anniversary and he surprises me by taking me out to London and we go to a restaurant and it’s just really fluffy and cute 😊 - @minizerkstar123 

Word Count: 2157

Warnings: you didn’t specify which restaurant ;) so I changed it a bit but sorry not sorry and wow this is so long

Requests: always open!

Again, he wouldn’t be here. But this time it was our 6 year anniversary. On our first, he made it a very big deal and celebrated with all his friends and family and all my friends and family. 

The second, he took me out to an extremely fancy restaurant where we enjoyed some nice pink champagne, lovely food and each other’s company. I remember so many of his fans loved us and were so proud of us and we even met some out in the streets of London who congratulated us. 

For our third anniversary, we were on holiday in France and accompanied by the other Sidemen as well as CalFreezy and Callux. The boys had cooked some spaghetti bolognese for us (it wasn’t great, but it was decent) and decorated the dining room with fairy lights and candles and really attempted at making it a romantic night for us. They were disappointed when we didn’t do anything ‘romantic’ that night, though. 

For our fourth anniversary, we drove down to his family’s house and had an enjoyable family dinner together. We were all bonding, also still getting to know each other a little bit since Simon was always so busy with his YouTube: he never had a lot of time to go down to visit his family. 

But on our fifth anniversary he was in Vegas with the rest of the sidemen; a trip I couldn’t come along on. He skyped me, saying that he loved me and missed me and congratulated us on our fifth anniversary, and then showed the rest of the boys who all said ‘happy fifth anniversary!’ in sync. 

But this morning, when I woke up, he was missing from the other side of the bed. I’d usually wake up before him, so I rolled over this morning as usual to watch as he slept soundlessly still, only to be greeted by an empty bed. My heart dropped in disappointment, so I sighed as I pulled myself out of bed. 

I assumed he’d gone down to the football pitch to film a football video with some of the other boys; the kind of videos his fans started to enjoy watching recently. On a normal day, I would wake up to several missed calls from him if he wasn’t there when I woke up. And I’d call him back and he’d tell me that he was filming and that he’d be home soon. 

That didn’t happen today.

I walked sleepily into the kitchen, pulling the fridge open to get some eggs. I was in an omelet type of mood. I turned around to get a bowl from one of the cupboards underneath the kitchen island, only for my eyes to land upon a sticky note with messy writing on it, which I immediately recognised as Simon’s. No one in the Sidemen house had neat hand writing like Simon’s. 

I squinted eyes which were still sticky with sleep to read the note. 

Good morning love, I’ll be home soon. Don’t ask where I am, you’ll find out soon enough. I love you,

Si xx

I smiled as I read it, hearing his voice say each word in my head. I shook my head, giggling at my mysterious boyfriend and cracked the two eggs in the bowl and began stirring. 


After having successfully made my omelet for one and finished it, I cleaned up my dishes and loaded the dishwasher. I then headed upstairs to our room to get dressed. Except I had no idea what to wear: I had no idea where all the boys where, what we were doing today, where my boyfriend was or if there was even a point in getting dressed for the day.

I walked to the dresser in mine and Simon’s room, ready to browse through my clothes, but instead I found another colourful sticky note on the door of the dresser with Simon’s recognisable handwriting on it, written in the same pen as the one in the kitchen. 

Even though I think you look absolutely stunning all the time, wear this. It’s my favourite dress on you,

your bae x

I opened the dresser to see it completely cleaned out except for one of my favourite, summery dresses. I took it into the bathroom and quickly got dressed and then applied little makeup to complete my outfit for the day. 

And since I had nothing to do, I grabbed my phone and threw myself onto our bed, opened Twitter and started scrolling through my feed and my notifications, which was full and people kept sending messages so much that my phone kept refreshing the page, causing it to heat up, but eventually it gave up and Twitter crashed. 

Before it did, though, I got to see what people were sending me on my twitter. Loads of them were congratulations posts for our six year anniversary, and others saying how cute Simon and I were together. 

At around four in the afternoon, my phone buzzed, meaning that I had gotten a text from someone. 

Hi baby, 

We’re coming home now, just meet me in our room. 

Your one and only x

Another blurb from Simon. What was going on today? Why wouldn’t anyone tell me anything? Why was I alone in the house, even already when I woke up? I usually wake up hours before the rest of the boys do, only because they all go to sleep at three in the morning and wake up at three in the afternoon.

Half an hour later, I decided I had had enough. So I called Simon.

Call declined.

But I got another text from him almost straight after.

Not now baby, just please wait a couple more minutes.

So I sat on the edge of our bed with nothing to do. I stared out the window for what seemed like an eternity, and then looked around our room. I analysed Simon’s sticky note on the dresser and the way his boyish handwriting wrote out the word beautiful…

I was pulled back in the real world when I head the front door unlock and many voices suddenly entering the living room. I stood up and bounded to the door of the room to head to the top of the stairs, but was greeted by Simon, wearing some tight, black skinny jeans and a fitted black shirt which hugged his pecs.

‘Nah, go back in our room.’

‘What? Not even a hello? I missed you!’ I said with a warm smile and wrapped my arms around his torso for a hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up bridal style and carried me back to our room, closing the door behind him. 

‘Si, what’s going on?’ I asked him when he put me back down. I looked up into his perfectly blue eyes with a puppy face.

‘It’s a surprise,’ The corner of his mouth turned up into a smile. 

‘We’re ready!’ I heard Josh shout from the backyard, which was just below our room. 

I smiled and pushed past Simon and flew down the stairs, running through the kitchen and the living room to get to the garden. 

I stopped by the glass door, glancing at Josh, JJ and Vikk, and then my eyes landed upon a small, round wooden table with two wooden chairs on opposite sides. There was a beautiful baby blue cloth thrown over the table, the sides hanging off the edges. There was a large candle burning in the middle of the table, and two new large plates with fancy wine glasses and silver cutlery that the boys barely ever pulled out of the drawers. 

‘Oh my goodness,’ I gasped, taking everything in. 

‘Like it, love?’ Simon’s husky voice whispered in my ear as I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. He rested his chin on my shoulder as I nodded. 

After we sat down, the three other boys disappeared into the kitchen, but soon reappeared with two plates full of spaghetti bolognese.

‘Bon appétit,’ Josh said, putting down a plate in front of me with a thick English accent. 

‘Thank you, wow,’ I said, looking down at my food. Simon reached for my hand across the table and held it, stroking the back of it with his thumb. Then the boys disappeared again.

‘Wow, this actually tastes pretty decent,’ Simon said with a mouthful, slurping a spaghetti strand that was dangling out of his mouth which then splattered his lips with red bolognese sauce. I giggled at him and nodded.

‘It’s like The Lady and the Tramp,’ I commented, smiling at him. He giggled, making his dimples appear and looked down at his plate again, twirling his fork.

‘Can I just quickly say that you look absolutely stunning tonight?’ He asked, looking back up at me with a toothy grin. 

‘Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself.’ I smiled back at him.

‘Don’t look so bad?’ He asked, pretending to sound offended. 

‘Okay fine,’ I rolled my eyes.’You look cute, too.’ And his toothy grin reappeared. ‘Like you always do,’ I added and he laughed, squeezing my hand.

After we finished our food, the boys came to pick up our plates. Then JJ walked back out to the garden holding two small plates with his arms in oven gloves. 

‘Ooh, this looks good,’ I said as he put the plate down carefully in front of me. A small chocolate moelleux was stood in the middle of the plate, dressed with even more chocolate sauce. 

‘Well it better taste good, too.’ JJ said jokingly and laughed his famous laughed, and then disappeared back inside. I sunk my spoon into the cake only for chocolate to come oozing from the middle of it.


‘Um, Vikk, can you come clean our plates, please?’ Simon clicked his fingers in the air sassily, calling one of our waiters for the evening. Vik emerged from the living room at a fast pace, slightly blushing as we watched him take our plates in silence. 

‘Simon, you really didn’t have to do this,’ I told him with soft eyes. He was still holding my hand, so I squeezed it gently to get his attention. 

‘Well you know what, you deserved it.’ He complimented with a shy smile. I smiled down at the table, blushing slightly. ‘And you’re adorable when you blush.’ He added, giggling. 

‘Thank you,’ I whispered ruefully . 

‘Anything for my darling,’ He said in his cute accent. ‘And you know what?’ He asked standing up. 

‘What?’ I asked, frowning. Where was he going?

‘I think you’re cute all the time.’ He walked over to me with two slow steps. ‘Even when you send me those up-close snapchats of our face or just your chins, even when you’re sleeping, even when you have no makeup on. You’re beautiful all the time, and the boys say it too.’ He glanced over his shoulder at Josh, JJ and Vik, who were all standing at the doors leading out to the garden from the living room, watching us. 

‘And I’m just happy and extremely lucky to have met you, and have you, and to be able to call you mine.’ He continued, fumbling with something in his back pocket. 

‘Babe, I love you so much, you mean the world to me, so will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?’ He got down on his knee in what seemed like slow-motion, pulling out a velvet box and opening it to reveal a shiny diamond ring. 

My hands flew to my face, covering my mouth. I was shocked.

‘What? Are you kidding! Yes, I will marry you! Yes!’ I sputtered out the last words as the tears were already streaming down my face.

Simon’s hand was shaky as he took my left hand from my face, pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it onto my ring finger. 

He stood up and pulled me up too, taking both my hands to wrap my arms around his neck, and then he wrapped his arms around my waist. He buried his face in my neck, sniffling quietly as I pressed my face to his chest. ‘I love you so much,’ I whispered to him, my voice muffled in his shirt. 

‘They’re engaged!’ I heard Josh shout as he and the other two boys whistled and shouted. ‘They’re engaged, guys!’ He said, which gave away the fact that he filmed the whole thing. 

‘I love you too,’ Simon said and pulled back so I could see he shed a few tears, too. I brought my hand to his face and softly stroked the tears away. I sniffed my nose and laughed, and then glanced down at my hand to see the diamond sparkling in the late evening sunlight. 

‘Happy sixth anniversary,’ He whispered, pulling me into him again and running his fingers through my hair.

ohmygod im in tears what have I done