ask me about my great grandma

anonymous asked:

Good vibes: I came out to my usually pretty conservative(and extremely Christian) grandparents recently and since then they've both been so pumped about having another grandson. My grandpas told me that he really wants me correcting him if he makes mistakes because he really wants to get it right and hey both went out and bought me a baby name book to help me figure out my new name. My grandma admitted she had suspicions but didn't want to ask me in case I wasn't comfortable telling I'm so happy

That sounds amazing and is great to hear :) I wish everyone could react in that way

The Acreage

trudyrox submitted:

This story happened at my ex husband’s mother’s old house.  They lived on an acreage just outside Calgary, AB, Canada in a huge, beautiful house with a big, but dark basement.  When my son was a baby, we lived in the house in the basement for roughly 8 months.  There was a living room with an alcove off to the side with an open arch instead of a doorway and that’s where our bed was located.  Weird things would happen like you’d be sitting upstairs and you’d hear the carpeted stairs creaking like someone was walking up them towards you, but when you looked, there’d be nothing there.  There was a mirrored two door closet at the bottom of the stairs that I hated and creeped me out.  All the mirrors downstairs did.  My husband’s brother and mother both felt the place was haunted, too.

I had a terrible time sleeping there.  My son had a lot of toys that made noise including a Sleep n Snore Ernie doll that would make noise when you moved it.  Ernie would say “I feel great!” when you sat him up.  For some reason I always preferred to sleep on the couch in front of the tv instead of the bed.  But as soon as I’d start drifting off, one of the toys would make noise.  I was starting to fall asleep late one night and I heard, “I feel great!” and I thought, “It’s just the toys settling in the playpen”.  As soon as I thought that, Ernie said “I feel great!  I feel great!  I feel great!“  three times really fast.  I put that thing out in the garage, but other toys would make noise after that.  It felt like whatever it was, it didn’t like me and got a big kick out of freaking me out and tried to keep me from sleeping.  I was glad when we moved out of there.

Fast forward about nine years when the subject of ghosts came up between my son and I.  He asked me if I ever felt any place was haunted.  By this time, his grandma had sold the house and neither of us ever had to go back, so I said, "I think your grandma’s old house was haunted."  My son said he hated the basement.  I said I did, too and told him a little bit about the toys making noise and how I had a hard time sleeping there.  After the divorce, when my son used to visit his grandma, he would sleep in the basement living room on the pullout couch.  He said one morning he was watching tv and out of the corner of his eye in his peripheral vision, he saw a tall, thin woman with long black hair, wearing a long, black dress peek out from around the corner at him from the alcove where our bed used to be years before.  When he turned his head to look in that direction, nothing was there.  Another morning, his grandma yelled down that breakfast was ready and as he was walking down the hallway from the basement living room towards the stairs and the mirrored closet, he looked up and saw the same woman who had peeked out at him, walking behind him in the mirror.  He took off and booked it up the stairs, totally frightened.

He mentioned having a really bad nightmare about dead deer in the water near the property.  The house was only part way up the hill and there was a heavily wooded area on a hill behind the house, but nobody had ever explored it.  That triggered a memory for me because when I did manage to get a little sleep there, I would have the most vivid and terrifying nightmares.  So much so, that I started keeping a dream diary, they were so detailed.  I would wake up terrified and start writing and have four pages of a very detailed nightmare, then would realize I had only been asleep for two hours or so.  Strangely, as big and beautiful as the house was and in Calgary when the market was hot, the house was on the market for almost a year when my mother in law had gotten a very good deal on it.  When she put it back on the market, it sat again for almost a year before someone bought it.

FuckYeahNightmares Mod James: 7/10  Oohh that part about the mirror was really really spooky!  I probably mentioned this before but mirror’s get me the most.  Thanks for sharing the scares!

Little thing about my great grandma

The fondest memories I have of being with her was the one time we went to the mall, and I was wheeling her around in her chair and I asked if she wanted to go any faster, and she was like “YES!”

So we’re just bolting across the mall floor and my mom’s raving like “ah be careful with your grandma!!”

But man, my great grandma was badass. Smoking cigs at 80, knitting huge blankets and doll dresses all by herself, and she even did this one time:

Me: hey grandma, I wonder if I should go to the mall and buy a swimsuit for summer.

Grandma: you should get a little polka dotted one.

Me: like a….itsy bitsy tiny weeny yellow polka dot bikini?

Grandma: 🎶that she wore for the first time today

Me:oh my gosh

Joanna - Leonard McCoy

Requested by anonymous. Sorry it’s late! 

“Y/N, calm down,” Leonard said, glancing over at you from the driver’s seat. You were currently driving deeper and deeper south into Georgia, heading for Leonard’s hometown. You usually weren’t one to get nervous meeting family, but meeting his daughter was unfamiliar territory. 

The entire drive you had been tormenting yourself with everything that could go wrong. You weren’t horrible with kids. In fact, most of them liked you right off the bat, but this was Leonard’s daughter. Much more important than a random kid you met at a grocery store.

“I am calm,” you replied as casually as possible.

“Then why haven’t you eaten yet?” You looked down at the uneaten fast food in your hand and sighed. Leonard had pulled over to buy this over an hour ago. The once greasy, fresh food was now cold and stale, and completely unappetizing. 

“Okay, I’m a little nervous. But I am meeting Joanna for the first time. I’m scared!”

“Of my nine year old daughter?” he asked with a laugh. 

“Yes. And your ex-wife, and your grandma, and - I just don’t want to make a fool of myself,” you said with a sigh. He put his hand on your thigh and rubbed it gingerly

“You won’t.”

“You can’t be too sure.”

“Don’t worry about my ex-wife. She’s a bitch and has always been one. She’s not going to like you no matter what you do. Plus she won’t be there this week. My grandma is a wonderful woman, who likes everyone, even though she’s a little rough around the edges. And Jo is more like her grandma than her mom.” You let out a breath and nodded.

“What if she really does hate me, though?” you asked after a pause. Leonard looked at you in disbelief but you frowned.

“I’m serious!”

“That’s out of the question. She’s going to love you. You’re great with kids, you’re sweet, kind, and pretty. There’s nothing she isn’t going to love.” 

Although Leonard’s words were sweet, you couldn’t fight of the feeling eating up your insides. Any other time you met someone’s family, you knew that your significant other could just ignore that member of the family that didn’t like you. But Leonard couldn’t ignore his daughter, even on a five year mission. 

A old farm house came into view about twenty minutes later. The old home was painted a pale shade of blue, and there was a golden retriever running around the well pump in front. Leonard immediately broke into a smile at the sight of his childhood home, but you were starting to feel like you were gonna be sick. 

As soon as Leonard shut off the truck, a little girl with blonde hair and Leonard’s hazel eyes came running off of the porch. He jumped out of the truck and immediately hugged his daughter in a tight grip. Summoning up all of your courage, you hopped out of the truck, too. You waited a minute for Leonard to greet his daughter before even thinking about talking. Joanna made the first move, walking hand in hand with her father to come and meet you.

“Joanna, this is my special friend, Y/N,” he said, smiling down at her.

“You mean your girlfriend?” she asked with a smile not unlike Leonard’s. You laughed and crouched down so you were eye level with her.

“Yes. I am his girlfriend. And you must be his daughter he talks about all the time.” She giggled and you smiled. “You’re much prettier in person.”

“Thank you. So are you. Daddy talks about how pretty you are all the time.” Smiling, you looked up at Leonard who was blushing just slightly as he ran a hand through Joanna’s hair. 

“Alright, why don’t you go tell grandma we’re here, okay?”

“Okay,” Jo said, running back into the house. Laughing slightly to yourself, you made your way back over to the truck to get your bags.

“You’re doing great,” Leonard said, taking one of the heavier ones from you.

“I’ve only talked to her for a minute,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“And she likes you. I told you you’d be fine.”

“We’ll see.” You followed Leonard up the porch steps, and through the screen door at the front into the house. It was decorated with antique furniture you knew must be old, but with decorations that resembled farm life. 

“Cute,” you said, looking around. 

“There you are!” You turned and saw and elderly woman walk towards Leonard with her arms outstretched. He dropped the bags in his hand and hugged her tightly, a grin never leaving his face. 

“It’s good to see you, too, Grandma,” he said, pulling out of the embrace. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you said, holding out your hand to shake hers. She laughed and waved it away before crushing you in a bear hug as well. 

“I’m a hugger.” You laughed and hugged her back just as tight, grinning up at Leonard who looked like he’d never been happier. “I’m so gad you guys decided to visit. It’ll be so good for Joanna to have you here, Len,” she said, grabbing some of the bags. She started walking up the steps and you followed Leonard and she with more bags. 

“Daddy, come look!” Joanna called from the room across from the guest bedroom you were staying in. He looked up at you and you nodded as he walked over to see whatever Jo wanted to show him.

“It’s so good that he’s here,” Leonard’s grandma said, dropping the bags down on the bed. “Joanna has missed her father quite a bit.”

“I bet,” you said, watching them play with a dollhouse from across the hall. 

“I hope you know how much they mean to one another,” she said, a little snippier than before. Locking eyes with her, you saw a certain amount of scorn behind them.

“Excuse me?”

“I just mean that I hope you’re careful with Leonard and Jo. I wouldn’t want her to get attached to you and then have you gone in a moments notice.”

“I promise, I wouldn’t do that.”

“Good, because Joanna needs stability in her life. Especially with Len.” She looked into your eyes before frowning and leaving the room. You sat down on the bed, trying to fight off the tears that were forming in your eyes.

“Y/N! Come look at this!” Joanna called. Leonard laughed a little and you pulled yourself together. Sniffing, you stood again and walked over to the brightly decorated room. Leonard smiled up at you, and the minute he saw your face it fell. He looked at you inquisitively but you shook your head. 

“What’s up?” you asked, sitting down next to Joanna who was playing with her large, three story, pink and purple Barbie dream house. 

“I want you to come play with me,” she said with a smile. 

“Okay. What doll should I be?” you asked. Joanna beamed and shuffled through her pile of dolls until she grabbed one with Y/H/C.

“Here. This one looks like you.” You took the doll from her and started brushing her hair, and fixing her dress.

“Can I play, too?” Leonard asked from his seat on her bed. Joanna looked back at him and shook her head seriously, causing you and Leonard to both laugh. 

“No.”

“Alright. I’ll go help Grandma with dinner,” he said as he stood. He bent down to kiss Joanna’s forehead, and looked at you. You nodded encouragingly as he walked towards the door.

“Okay, so let’s play. What room do you want to be yours?” 

As Joanna started explaining to you how the dream house was set up, and everything that was going to happened as you played, you started thinking less and less about what Leonard’s grandma said. Even if she did doubt you, Joanna didn’t, and that was more important to you. Leonard eventually came back upstairs in an hour or so, telling you that dinner was ready.

“But I was just about to save the princess,” you whined. Joanna giggled and stood up, holding out a hand for you.

“Don’t worry. We can play after dinner.”

“No, you’ve gotta do your homework. You can play tomorrow,” Leonard said. Joanna pouted and looked at you pleadingly. You took her hand and stood up.

“Your dad is right. I promise we can play tomorrow though, okay?” She smiled and raced down the stairs. You started walking, too, until Leonard stopped you.

“She told me what she said to you,” he said, looking at you seriously. 

“It’s nothing,” you said with a shrug. 

“It’s not. She shouldn’t have said that. I know you wouldn’t do that to us, and so does Joanna.”

“I just met her, Leo,” you said, smiling up at him.

“And she already loves you. I never get to play dolls with her. She asked you the minute you walked in. I promise, she loves you and I love you, and grandma will, too. Just give her some time.”

“Okay.” He smiled and leaned down to peck your lips.

“She won’t love you though if you miss dinner. Let’s go.”

So you went down to dinner, and hoped that you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself. Leonard’s grandmother was really quite sweet, but you could tell she was very protective of her family. That week, you were going to have to prove that you would stick around for anything. Joanna didn’t seem to have any problem with you, she spent most of the dinner telling you about school and her classmates, barely paying attention to her father she hadn’t seen in over a year. 

After dinner, you and Leonard cleaned up while Joanna worked on homework. The slight noise of the TV told you that his grandma was in the living room.

“How’d I do?” you asked as you dried dishes.

“Amazing.”

After finishing the dishes, you walked upstairs and helped Joanna get ready for bed, even tucking her in with Leonard. She told you both goodnight sleepily, and you realized how tired your trip had made you. You and Leonard snuggled into the guest room bed a moment later.

“Joanna is great, Leo,” you said, glancing up at him in bed. “She’s so much like you.” He smiled and kissed your temple.

“Thanks. I can’t take the credit though. That was mostly her mom and grandma. I haven’t been around all that much.”

“You will be, though. Joanna’s a smart girl. She’ll keep in contact with you. And we can come stay in Georgia all the time. Hell, we could move out here.”

“Really?” he asked with a grin.

“Absolutely.”

“I love you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you once more before falling fast asleep.

coloricioso  asked:

Today I watched Moana again and it reminded me of you! <3 *hugs* hope you're doing great

Moana is such a great movie. Whenever it came out, I bought it because I needed to watch it over and over again. Then I got the soundtrack and its all I listen to whenever I drive to stay at my grandma’s. Sometimes I even listen to it when I work out. I’m planning on watching it again tomorrow night because I want to memorize it word for word like I can with The Little Mermaid. I memorized that at about 6 years old and that was before I had access to a complete script on the internet. 

Originally posted by royaltiana

I’ve been doing good. I just started a program with my grandma to get healthy and treat my body better. It’s been pretty helpful and I lost 7 pounds during my first work. Plus I’m getting ready to start college next fall and filling out paperwork and such. 

I hope you’re doing well yourself. You’re such an amazing person and you deserve lots of happiness and good things to come your way. I love you so much, my friend. ❤️

so my great grandma who I’ve looked up to my whole life died yesterday, and I don’t feel as sad about it as I should… she was old, it’s understandable. It’s just the fact that I remember going over to her house when I was little and eating apple crisp and playing hide and seek with my siblings, that was such an important part of my childhood. And this is just cementing the fact that everything is changing around me, and theres nothing I can do about it. The comforting surroundings of my childhood are slowly slipping away from me and that scares me. And I feel so selfish that this is what’s making me sad

BTS as things my friends have said
  • Jin: "The only person I love enough to share my food with is me"
  • Suga: "I'm about as ready to get out of bed as I am to have children"
  • JHope: "I'm flyer than Jesus on a parasail"
  • Rap Monster: "It was going great until she said she thought Antigua was an old age home"
  • Jimin: "Well shave my legs and call me grandma"
  • V: "Poodles look like oodles of noodles"
  • Jungkook: "She asked me for my number and I panicked and gave her my mum's"

anonymous asked:

This is kinda random but I miss my grandma's cooking. We have a tradition of meeting up with all of our relatives in one place on Easter, at my great grandmother's house, in the countryside. And my grandma cooks a lot sweet pastries and Idk why I keep thinking about that.I miss being there. I moved so far away , living in another country. Just thinking about them enjoying Easter together and me not being there, it makes me sad. That or I am really hungry rn.

ah, you’re such a cutie. i’m sorry you moved away from your grandparents. i hope you see them again soon and enjoy your grandmas cooking soon! did you have a nice easter anyway?~

Before she dies, I ask about ancestry

I pull my bones out, an extraction of history from behind my grandmother’s teeth-
I ask her where the skeletons lie in her cupboards. She makes a cup of tea and her hands do no shake. Her hands do not shake and her voice is steady; somethings get easier with age.

I want to know the dna in my blood- there is a brewing in my belly, a cauldron in the cup of me I have inherited like eye colour, like heart failure, like the tea leaves a women could read like printed words.

I ask about the witches in our past- The seventh daughter of the seventh daughter - and the dreams my mother has that always come true.
She stirs her sugar counter clockwise
And I think of rituals, I think of runes.

The is a wildness that runs in our line- the men are gentle and the women wander. I wish to know it, I wish to sink my hands into that roiling hag-self heritage
And bring it to bloody light between my teeth.

IMPORTANT (SIGNAL BOOST)

Alright. So as many of you might not know, the 100th anniversary of the Armenian Genocide is coming up. Now, before I go into this, I want to tell you a story. 

Imagine a little girl begging her grandma for stories of her childhood. Her grandma decides it’s finally time to tell her granddaughter one of the most significant times of her family history. 

Once upon a time, in a little village in a southern part of Armenia, lived a young couple. They’d only been married for about a year or two at that point, and were living a happy, content life. One day, they heard shouts of anger and fear erupt from outside of their little cottage. Utterly confused and terrified, the man grabbed his wife and ran out, only to be met with crowds of men, women, children, and even the elderly running in different directions. The couple tried to look for the source of the mayhem, craning their necks until they saw men armed with bayonets, and some even wielding swords. The dirt roads that were once used for travel, bearers of good news, and trade were masked in pools of red. Bodies began falling left and right as these armed men slashed through them like pieces of meat. Men, women, and children alike lay dead on the ground. The chaos only heightened when one of the men produced a burning torch and touched it to the roof of one of the little homes. The men continued this action until all of the houses of the village were up in flames. The husband and wife, now feeling extremely panicked, did the only thing they thought would save them: they hid. The man ran with his wife’s hand clutched tightly to his and reached one of the trees toward the back area of the village. Helping his wife up, he climbed up afterwards and found a branch thick enough to support the both of them. Hidden from the view of the men, the wife wept hysterically into the shoulder of her husband. The two stayed up there for what seemed like hours and watched their people, people they’d played with as children, neighbors they’d lent a cup of sugar to, friends they’d invited to their home and had meals with, all either drop dead or run away to never return to their homes that were now either burnt to a crisp or in ashes. They watched the plumes of thick smoke cover the blue skies like a dark blanket. They watched as everything they’d ever known was forcibly taken from them right before their very eyes, all while staying as quiet as possible to not meet the same fate as their village met. 

Miraculously, although they lost everything, the couple survived. They spent the next few months begging for scraps of food from towns they passed through on their journey to nowhere. 

As the grandmother finished her story, her granddaughter looked up at her with wide, curious eyes. “Who were they, grandma? Who were these people?” she asked. “The man and woman were your grandpa’s mom and dad. They were your great grandparents, dear,” her grandmother spoke in her native tongue.

At the time, I didn’t understand the importance of the story, or who the men were and why they wanted to destroy innocent people, as I was only a child. As I grew, I began to learn more about events similar to what my great grandparents had experienced, and it ultimately led me to learn about the Armenian Genocide, where 1.5 million innocent people, just like my great grandparents, were murdered by the Ottoman Turks simply for the purpose of trying to rid their country of Armenians.

Most people don’t know about this first genocide of the 20th century, or how it inspired the Jewish Holocaust, but the survivors know. The children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren of this genocide know. Someday, my children will know the story of my great grandparents. My story is just one story in the seas of stories survivors of the Armenian Genocide pass down to their children, and I will not let it be lost in time. 

On April 24, 2015, it will be 100 years since Armenian, Syrian and Greek men, women, and children were systematically killed by the Ottoman Turks and since then, the U.S. refuses to admit it was a genocide, simply because they want to remain allies with Turkey (who denies they even started a genocide). 

Don’t allow this to happen. Don’t let this censorship take place. Don’t allow those men, women, and children to have died in vain. Don’t let this genocide be forgotten.

Chapter 9 - Can A Man and Woman Be Just Friends?

Disclaimer: Hello to my fellow Joshifer shippers and tumblr users. I’ve decided to get things up and running again with Joshifer by publishing chapter 9. If you are still with me on my fanfiction, which I’m praying you are, then I hope you enjoy this chapter. There’s more to come, don’t worry. Don’t forget to like, reblog and share! xo.

I arrived home less than ten minutes later, covered in sweat. To my surprise, my parents arrived before I did and were sitting at the dining table; they both smiled, chuckling as I unclipped Lulu’s chain, allowing the basset hound to collapse, exhausted, by my mother’s feet. My mom abandoned the shiny black quilted Chanel purse I’d bought for her birthday, reaching down to stroke Lulu’s fur.

“She’s beat.” Mom laughed, her fingers skimming along the dog’s back. “What’d you do? Run a marathon?”

“Kinda.” I conceded, mopping the sweat off my brow. “I was in a hurry to get home. Josh is dropping by in a couple of minutes.” I smile sheepishly. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, of course we won’t.” My dad said, lowering the newspaper. “We did invite his family after all. It’s just a little earlier than we were expecting.”

“You what?”

“We sent them invitations via email two weeks ago.” My mother confirmed. She got up and refilled Lulu’s water bowl at the kitchen sink. “Michelle said she couldn’t come, neither can Chris. So it’s totally okay if it’s just Josh. At least we have a member of the Hutcherson family here.”

I stared at them, flabbergasted. They hadn’t mentioned inviting my best friend and his family over, not in the last hundred text messages or phone calls we exchanged. Oh well. I shrug, attempting to pass off the gesture as nonchalance. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Can I help with anything before I do?”

“No, honey. Go on up. We’re all good.”

“Okay.” Without further ado, I went upstairs. I grabbed a quick change of clothes and headed for the communal bathroom. During the years that my brothers and I shared the bathroom, it had been messy, hectic; with clothes everywhere, toothbrushes strewn all over the sink.

Now, it was pristine. My mother had repainted the walls, although still in the same colour. The room emitted a pleasant, floral smell. By the corner of the bathtub lay a stack of neatly folded fresh towels and on the sink was a vase of lilies.

Grinning slightly, I shed my clothes and hopped into the shower. After an hour beneath the sun, it felt good to wash away the sweat. I lingered in the shower a little longer than usual, kneading the shampoo carefully into my hair and scrubbing the soap onto my skin.

As soon as I finished, I turned off the tap, clambering carefully out of the tub. While I was towelling off, taking great care to drain water from my hair, I heard a familiar voice. Holding my breath, I sidled closer to the door, pressing my ear against the wood.

“Josh, sweetie, come on in!”

I gasped.

“Happy birthday, Karen. I’m sorry I stopped by a little early. But here, I got you something.”

“Oh don’t worry. Why, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“No, please, it’s not a big deal. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will, honey. Come, come. Are you hungry?” My mother asked. “I can rustle up some pancakes for you, if you like.”

“Would you kill me if I said I was?” Josh chuckled easily. I heard my mother’s resounding, tinkling laugh.

“Of course not. Go sit down, you’ve had a long drive.”

“Thanks, Karen.”

I dressed quickly as the voices faded; almost tripping over myself in my haste to pull on a pair of jeans. When I was done, I brushed my teeth, working to remove any traces of cinnamon roll. I blow dried my hair, combing my short locks until they were dry and tangle free.

Prying open my toiletries kit, I put on some makeup, abruptly conscious of the effort I was putting in. It had been a long time since I cared this much about the amount of cosmetics I used. I squinted my eyes as I dabbed on some lipgloss. When I was done, I leaned back, staring at my reflection.

Not too much. Simple. I couldn’t help but smile just a little. I looked pretty good. I hurried downstairs, the smile on my face expanding the minute my eyes met his warm hazel ones.

Josh was sitting at the table with my father, deep in conversation. They were playfully arguing about March Madness; deciding which of the team’s performed better. He flashed my favourite crooked grin.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” I chuckled at our plain greeting.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders enthusiastically, hugging him. He responded in kind, giving my waist a gentle squeeze. I held onto him a second longer than usual, aware of how much I missed him. He smelled the same. Like fresh linen and mint.

“What’s up, Jen?” Josh asked, releasing me.

“Eh, not much. Went for a walk. Nothing special. How about you? What have you been up to?” I took a seat at the table, across from him. He followed my lead, sitting down just as my mom set a stack of fresh pancakes in front of him.

“Well, it’s been a long ass drive from Union. But it was great to be home. I never actually left the house. I hung around with my folks, my brother and my grandma.” He poured a generous measure of maple syrup. “God, it makes me thankful we’re filming so close by. I get to see my family more often.”

“Yeah you got that right.” I agree, with an affectionate glance at my father.

“So, how’s the prep for the party coming along? Can I help?” Josh asked thickly, his mouth full of pancake. I shook my head, grinning and help myself to a few pieces.

Dad folded up his newspaper. “Things are good, son. All ready. You don’t have to lift a finger, we got most of the stuff out. You can just hang out until the party starts.”

“Are you sure?”

This time, my mother answered, taking a seat beside him. “Yes, we’re sure. Thanks for the casserole dish, honey, I’ve been looking for one of these.” She pulled the bubble wrap off a shiny glass platter, turning it over with undisguised glee. I recognised the product instantly; it was a Williams Sonoma item, a brand my mom loves so much.

“Sure.” Josh replied easily. “My mom and grandma love those. They actually helped me pick it out two days ago. I think it’s their way of compensating for not being able to come today.”

“Oh, tell them not to worry. It’s not a big deal.” My mom said anxiously, her brow creasing.

“Don’t sweat it, Mama Lawrence. It’s all good. They added a gift voucher too, I think. From um, this Australian outdoor brand, Wild Earth. It’s got all this neat camping stuff, everything you’ll need for the summer season.”

“Oh, how wonderful!” My mother exclaimed, her eyes skimming across the birthday card Josh had written. Sure enough, a voucher fell out from inside the envelope; emblazoned with the image of an enormous oak tree. “Wow, this is too much. Michelle didn’t have to..”

“My mom told me not to take no for an answer, to make sure you accept the card without any hassle.” He grinned mischievously. “Her words, not mine.”

“Obviously, Michelle’s just as stubborn as you are, honey.” My dad chuckled.

“Well, I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Josh.” My mother kissed the top of my best friend’s head affectionately, her manicured hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “I’ll thank your mom in a minute.”

“You’re welcome.” Josh beamed, pleased at my mom’s response. His obvious delight made my heart skip several beats. He truly was a selfless person, a person who did everything they could to make a person happy. And delighted in making their lives better. “This is so good, by the way, Karen. Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetie.”

“Son, do you have somewhere to stay tonight because..” My father began, leaning forward. Josh interrupted quickly, politely cutting across my father’s statement.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a hotel nearby. I wouldn’t want to impose on you more than I already have, sir.” I roll my eyes in his direction. He had the manners of a proper Southern gentleman. When he wasn’t messing around, of course.

“You wouldn’t be.” Dad smiled, looking at him with fatherly concern. “If you’d let me finish, I was gonna say that you’re more than welcome to stay here. God knows, we have enough room.”

“Woohoo, sleepover!” I nudge Josh playfully. “Late night horror movie marathons, popcorn.”

“Uh, you hate horror movies.” He said, sniggering.

“Not when I have people to watch it with. Remember when I watched Insidious by myself and I called you screaming?”

“Ah, yeah that’s right. Fine, I’ll watch one with you. Is it okay if I stay?” He asked, turning to my parents.

My mother smiled. “Of course, honey. We’re happy to have you here.” She ruffled his dark hair fondly. “You can take your pick of Ben or Blaine’s rooms.”

“Wow, so many choices.” Josh chuckled appreciatively. “Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, son.” My father said, disappearing once more behind his daily newspaper.

Lingering at the table, I made myself a cup of hot cocoa while I waited for Josh to finish his meal. The atmosphere in the kitchen was easy, natural; my mother remained at the sink, cooking more of the pancakes. My father was ruffling through the newspaper again, pausing to peruse the sports section while making snide comments about the Cincinnati Reds. In between bites, Josh impishly replied back, his answers just as witty.

When I sat down, mug in hand, he was halfway through his meal and in the midst of an animated conversation with my father. In this, they were very much alike; they stood by their favourite teams, staunchly defending them from criticism. I sipped my cocoa, not bothering to keep up. Football didn’t interest me as much as it did them.

There were dregs at the bottom of the mug by the time my best friend had finished his meal. He placed a hand above his lips, narrowly suppressing a burp. I raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was finally done.

“Yep, I’m good.” Josh said, catching my eye. “This was so yummy, Karen, thank you.”

“Of course, dear. You two can watch some TV, if you like.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can help with?” He asked helpfully, getting to his feet. I mimicked him, approaching the sink so I could rinse out my dirty mug before replacing it in the dish washer.

“Not right now, but if you could help me work the grill later, that’d be great.” My father answered, lowering the newspaper slightly.

“Definitely. You just tell me when.” Josh nodded eagerly.

“Okay. Now run along, you kids.”

We left my parents in the kitchen, heading for the living room. I sat on the couch cross-legged while Josh took my father’s arm chair. He rubbed his stomach contentedly, unsuccessfully suppressing a burp.

I giggle appreciatively, responding with a burp of my own. We laughed even harder, amused at our childishness. By the time we were done burping, I could feel the strain in my cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop in case I throw up.” Josh said, taking a deep breath. “So, what do you feel like doing, Jen?”

“Hmm.” I pause, lifting my fingers to my chin. “I’ve already done some running and showered so maybe not something too physical. Everything’s already set for Mom’s birthday tonight.. Let’s see.. Umm..” I hemmed and hawed a mite longer.

“God, you’re so indecisive.” He teased, watching me chew my lips.

“Shut up please.” I held up a hand imperiously. “I’m trying to think.” I close my eyes, doing my best to ignore him sniggering as he lolled in the arm chair. “Well I can’t think with you giggling over there in the corner!”

“Then, let me make a suggestion.”

“No.” I fold my arms across my chest.

“Come on, I promise it’ll be fun.”

“Hmm, fine, I’m all ears.”

“What do you think about going to the zoo? I passed one on my way over here and I dunno, I was thinking.. ‘I haven’t been to one since I was a kid.’ Like on a field trip before my mom homeschooled me.”

“A zoo..” I tilt my head, mulling it over.

“Just for a few hours, at least until the party anyway.”

“Yeah, why not?” I stand up, straightening the cream coloured shirt I wore. “I’m all for seeing monkeys that are not like the CGI mutts we fought in Hawaii.”

Josh laughed. “Oh good point.”

“Let me just grab a sweater and we can go.” Suddenly, I came upon a brilliant idea. “Hey, I have a thought. Can we take Bear with us? Theodore’s a bit too young. But if you want it to be just us, then that’s cool as well.”

“Sure.” He smiled easily, catching me off guard.

“Um, what? Aren’t you gonna give this some thought?”

“No, seriously Jen, it’s fine. Of course we can take Bear. We just have to get a car seat for him.” Josh said soothingly. I search his eyes for signs of reluctance but found none.

“Yay! We can swing by Ben’s place and borrow theirs. I’ll call him, hang on.” I reply, one arm in the left side of my black trench coat.

“Wait, we can do that in the Jeep. It has the in-built phone system. I got his number dialled in, don’t sweat it.”

“Are you sure?” I button up my coat, gazing at him uncertainly.

“Yes.” Josh crossed the room to pat me on the back. “If I didn’t want to, I would have said something.”

“Okay.”

“Great. Let’s go to the zoo!!”

I laughed at his childlike enthusiasm. “Lead the way, Hutch!”

****

An hour later, we were standing outside the wrought iron gates of the Louisville Zoo. Josh had gone to buy us tickets; a feat which was easy, given the off-peak time. There was only a handful of visitors; mostly young families with children still too young to be in school.

I held Bear’s hand while we waited. My brother and sister-in-law had agreed enthusiastically to our offer to take him to the zoo with us. While they loved him dearly, it was taking up all their energy looking after a newborn and a toddler with limitless energy. The kid in question was appropriately dressed for the outing; wearing khaki pants, shirt and small black boots. A matching green hat concealed his blonde curls.

Bear was hopping on the balls of his feet, tugging at my hand in his haste to see the animals. I tightened my grip on his ever so slightly, stilling him. He looked up at me, his features twisted in a grimace. Oh boy, we were about five seconds away from a tantrum.

Josh rejoined us, waving the tickets in his hand. I sighed with relief as my nephew’s face cleared. He thrust his little fist in the air at the sight of my best friend coming toward us. I squeeze his hand affectionately, feeling him pull me forward.

“Here we go. Got the tickets!” Josh announced cheerfully. He used his free hand to lightly tap Bear’s nose, making the child giggle. “You ready for safari time?”

“Yea!”

I chuckle as he handed the tickets to a bored-looking teen employee. “Thank god you got back in time. This little shit was five seconds away from a full tantrum.”

“Saved by the bell, hey?” Josh’s eyes twinkled as he laughed.

“You have no idea.”

Once the tickets had been returned, we went inside. Josh unfurled a large map of the zoo, examining it intently. “Okay we’re right outside the Reptile House, if you wanna go in there first. Otherwise we can visit the Aviary, where they keep the birds.”

I knelt down so I was eye to eye with my nephew. “Which one do you want to see first? Bird or snake?”

Bear frowned in concentration, a line appearing above his brows. “Snake.” He said seriously.

Grinning, I straightened. “He’s cast his vote. He wants to see the snakes.”

“Then, snakes it is.”

The three of us headed for the Reptile House. Inside, the House was almost entirely dark; save for a few lights. The air was heavy with a myriad of sound; hissing, chattering and soft music. We hurried forward to the nearest cage.

Inside the cage was a layer of fine dry red earth. There, among the twigs, leaves and branches, lay an enormous Burmese Python. Its coils upon coils of gleaming dark scales shone beneath the dim light. At the moment, it lay still, obviously asleep despite the three pairs of eyes that were ogling it.

Bear jumped up as far as he could go, trying to see the snake, but obviously not quite making it. Chuckling, I lifted him into my arms, keeping my hands wrapped tightly around his middle. He peered closely at the tank, eyes fixed on the snake in fascination.

“Do you see it?” I whisper. “Look at how big the snake is.”

“Yes. 'Is big.” Bear whispered back. He placed his hands on the glass, leaving messy handprints everywhere. “Why is it sweepen?”

“Well, it’s probably just had something to eat.” Josh said, watching the reptile move slightly, its tail twitching. “They feed em’ very rarely apparently. Like once or twice a year. Or so I’ve read anyway.”

“So what do they eat?”

“Dead mice, fresh chicken, meat.” He shrugged, counting the items off his fingers. “It takes them forever to, like, digest the food which is why they’re only fed a couple of times. You know, unless they get sick. Buddy.” He added, addressing my nephew. “You might wanna take your hands off the tank. The snake might not like it.”

Bear looked at him curiously for a moment before pulling his hands away. He struggled out of my hold, his arms outstretched, fingers pointed in Josh’s direction. Josh chuckled softly before lifting the boy out of my arms.

“Is it hungwy now, Unca Josh?”

“No, I don’t think so, little man. But do you know how they eat if they don’t have hands like we do?”

My adorable nephew shook his head, hanging on to Josh’s every word.

“They squeeze em’ like this.” I watched as Josh ever so slightly tightened his grip around Bear’s middle, making the child giggle in delight. “Then they open their mouths and swallow the food.” He tickled Bear’s tummy.

“Don’t eat me, Unca Josh.”

“Of course I won’t. You’re a good boy.” He set my nephew back on his feet, giving him a pat on the head. “The snake only likes naughty people.”

“Guess you’re included in that category.” I say in an undertone, winking at my best friend. “Scaring the kid, how dare you?”

“What?” Josh grinned innocently. “I’m just making entertainment. Besides, he’s not scared. Are you, buddy?”

“Am not.” Bear replied seriously, brushing his curls away from his face. I took his left hand in mine again.

“See?”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” I stick my tongue out at Josh. “Let’s keep going, shall we? Plenty more snakes to go.”

We ambled leisurely through the House, coming across more reptiles asleep in their tanks. Some were surprisingly alert, yellow eyes trained on the visitors that filed past. Others, like the Burmese Python, lay sleeping, oblivious to the attention.

More than once, we stopped to watch some of the animals, at Bear’s request. He insisted on watching the zookeepers hand-feed yet another snake; a large anaconda, whose jaws were stretched wide open, ready to catch the fresh chicken dangling above it. Catching his eye, one of the keepers called out to us and asked if we wanted to take part.

It was a relatively harmless snake, a four year old female who wasn’t fully grown. I shook my head vigorously, my eyes on the sharp fangs protruding from the snake’s jaws. No way in hell was I going to let my four year old nephew, a baby, feed a fucking snake.

Bear sulked for ten minutes after we walked away from the Anaconda; at which point I transferred him to Josh’s arms. Josh laughed, gave my nephew’s cheek a gentle pinch and bounced him around, hoping to cheer him up. I shook my head, amused.

“Don’t be such a goody goody, Aunt Jen.” Josh teased, patting Bear’s shoulder.

“Oh, so you’d rather I let those guys take him into the tank, dangle a mouse into the anaconda’s mouth?”

“Well, an experience is an experience.”

“Can’t really enjoy it if you get your ass bitten, now can you?”

“Aw, maybe next time, buddy.” He squeezed Bear’s shoulders. “When you’re a bit older, okay?”

“Maybe not even then.” I whisper under my breath, so that only Josh could hear. He only laughed in agreement, clearly enjoying himself.

We moved on to the next exhibit; a set of enclosures that housed the zoo’s mammals. The disgruntled expression on my nephew’s face cleared the very second he spotted an elephant with large, shining white tusks. I rolled my eyes. Kids these days, with their ever changing moods.

Stopping by the elephant enclosure, we watched fascinated, as the elephant, a male from the looks of it, shuffled slowly to the other side, swinging its rubbery grey trunk with reckless abandon. He paused by an enormous water trough to drink.

The elephant slurped noisily and for some reason, decided to spray the water all over himself. Unfortunately, because we stood so close to the fence, we were caught in the explosion of water droplets. Within seconds, we were soaked.

“Oh god. Oh dear god.” I spluttered, wringing out my damp locks. “Come on, man, I just showered!” I narrow my eyes at the elephant, who seemed to find it supremely hilarious. He shook his giant rubbery head, swinging his trunk wildly; as if he was laughing at me. “This isn’t funny!”

“Actually, it is.” Said a voice from my left.

I turned, catching Josh’s eye. He was drenched from head to toe, as well, but unlike me, was grinning. He shook his wet hair vigorously, sending water droplets shooting in every direction. The sight of him standing there made me laugh loudly, finally seeing the humour in the situation.

I took Bear from him, setting the toddler on his feet. Luckily, his Thomas the Tank Engine backpack escaped the worst of the water explosion. I dug through the contents, thankful to find that everything inside was dry. He stood still, giggling as he pointed at the elephant, while I meticulously dried him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Josh peeling the sweater off himself. He was leaner than I remembered; his torso more defined from all those workouts he did to stay fit for the films. His grey t-shirt had soaked all the way through, revealing a set of muscles beneath.

Damn, he looked good. Really good.

Shaking my head, I focused on drying my nephew, who was still engrossed in the elephant enclosure. What the hell was I doing? Checking him out like that. It’s not exactly appropriate. We were best friends, nothing more.

“Okay, well, I don’t think we should be getting changed in public.” Josh said, interrupting my thoughts. “Let’s take a break, maybe find a toilet. Jen, you should probably use the baby room so you can change Bear properly.”

“Right.” I hoist Bear up into my arms, barely paying attention to his protest. “Lead the way.”

We followed him as he navigated his way around the exhibits. On our way to find the bathrooms, we stopped by the zoo’s gift shop. Josh bought two over-sized souvenir shirts and a small one for my nephew. We separated once we found the toilets; with Josh heading for the men’s room.

I did as my best friend suggested, using the baby room to coax Bear into wearing the new shirt. It was a little coarse but otherwise dry, perfect enough so he wouldn’t catch a cold. When he was dry, I changed into my own over-sized shirt. By then, the two of us were both ready.

Josh met us outside, clutching his own backpack. He relieved me of the Thomas bag so I could hold my nephew’s hand. He, too, had worn the zoo shirt. I met his cheerful grin with a smile of my own.

“Nice shirt.” He teased, elbowing me.

“Well, thank you. I always knew you had good taste.” I wink.

“C'mon, Ant Jen.” Bear tugged at my hand impatiently. “Maw animals.”

“Sorry, little buddy. Let’s go.”

For the next several minutes, we walked through the exhibits; coming across zebras, lions, giraffes, bears and monkeys. Bear was delighted. At the giraffe enclosure, the keepers had started feeding the animals, passing them large pieces from a basket of fruits and vegetables.

They invited us to participate, to my nephew’s delight. Whether the keepers recognised Josh and I or not, they gave no sign. We were treated as ordinary visitors; not something to be ogled at. I held my nephew as the senior keeper, a man named Owen, handed him a large carrot.

“Why don’t you feed Patch for me?” He suggested cheerfully.

Bear nodded, his fingers curled tightly around the carrot. I shuffled closer to the gate, where a pair of giraffes were waiting. The larger one, a female, ambled forward, sniffing the carrot with interest. Bear instinctively recoiled, shrinking against my breast.

“It’s okay, buddy.” I say soothingly. “She’s not gonna hurt you. She’s just waiting to eat the carrot. Go on.”

“Here, watch me first.” Josh took the carrot from Bear’s hand, breaking it in half. He held up his own palm to the giraffe, who gazed at it questioningly for a second before lazily scooping up the carrot in its mouth. He laughed, clapping his hands together. Then he turned to the child in my arms with an encouraging grin. “See? No harm, no foul. Give it a go.”

Bear chewed his lip for a moment, before meeting Josh’s gaze with a look of determination. “Okay, Unca Josh.”

We approached the gate as the second giraffe, a young male, ambled forward. I kept my arms wrapped tightly round Bear’s middle as he leaned toward the giraffe, little fingers outstretched. Josh hovered protectively beside us, watching the scene unfold.

There was a moment of silence. The giraffe moved his head in our direction, opening his mouth and tentatively snatching the carrot from Bear’s hand. It seemed as though he was taking great care not to accidentally touch him or bite his fingers.

Surprisingly, the giraffe gently nudged Bear’s hand. My nephew stroked the giraffe’s head, bursting into delighted laughter as the creature’s warm brown eyes swivelled round to meet his. I was dimly aware of a clicking sound nearby. Someone was obviously taking time to document the tender moment between child and beast.

“Aw wow.” Josh lowered his iPhone to ruffle Bear’s golden curls. “You did it, buddy! You fed the giraffe!”

“Yea!” Bear said happily.

“Good job!” I planted a light kiss on his forehead.

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Prompt: One time Grandma Esther mistakenly thought Barry and Iris were dating at the West Family Christmas party, and one time she was right. 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1169

A/N: Requested by Anon. 

“I can’t believe you got me to wear this,” Barry scowled down at his best friend.

“Oh come on Bar,” Iris grinned up at him. “You look adorable.”

Barry gave her a look that clearly stated no self respecting teenaged boy wanted to look ‘adorable’.

Unfortunately for Barry 'adorable’ is exactly how he looked. On his tall and lanky frame he had on an over-sized Christmas sweater complete with Santa and dancing elves.

The second Iris saw it in the store she had to get it for him. Knowing half the fun would be convincing him to wear it at the annual West family Christmas party. Barry had turned bright red when a few of Iris’s aunties commented how handsome he looked in the sweater. A couple of her cousins had got in some playful jabs at Barry’s expense before Iris had to step in to shoo them away.

“Why do I let you get me into these situations,” Barry sighed out while picking at his sweater.

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I'm sorry I've you've been asked this a lot (I'm new to your blog) but can you help me know how tarot cards work? I'm trying to learn how to use them so I also want to know how to set them up, how to read them, and how to form a bond with them!! My aunt and grandma are also encouraging me to learn about tarot cards because they both read/use tarot cards as well!

Wow this is quite a complex question little flower ^^ There are a lot of things to say about tarot cards, so many that it usuallly takes a book or two :)

If your aunt and grandma are familiar with it, it might be great to ask them how they started and choose to bond with their cards, how they read, etc.

All these are practices that can vary from one person to another.  

I think there is a post that could answer all of your questions and give you the informations you need, it is this one, very complete. But I’ll try to answer your questions too..

How tarot cards work

This will depend to who you ask the questions. For some people, cards have energies of their own, and all the resutls come from them. the tarot reader is just a vessel of their will.

For others, it is the opposite, the energy comes from the reader, and the cards are the vessels used to express this energy into something meaningful.

I believe that the cards help you to face some truth you were not always ready to hear, or to understand things you didn’t, by giving you a new perspective. I think they are tools to move on, to reconnect with yourself and your environment, with your life. They can help you take decisions yes, but they are just eye openers, not something to listen blindly to.

How to read them

In my opinion, there are two ways to do that ( my advice is to use them both):

  • first, with the decks you receive comes a little book explaining the meaning of every card. There are even dedicated books, as most of the decks have the same structure and so, all the cards have a given meaning (example: Death- Transformation). So you can use that to read your cards, the meanings that are commonly used and known
  • second option: to use your intuition. Take a little notebook, and for each card, note what your impressions are. Is it a card attracting you? does the character look worried? happy? what are the elements around? the colors; write it all down and see how you would interpret it, by yourself.

When you’ll ask your cards a question, do the same, look at it, in details, and see what your intuition tells you about it.

idk if it’s part of a question, but to use the cards, you can use spreads (examples here), or directly ask a question and pick one card as the answer. Possibilities are quite unlimited! We can talk more about it if you wish^^

How to form a bond with them

This is very personal and will depend of the person you ask to. I know some sleep with their decks, talk with them, etc. Most of the tarot readins cleanse them at some point (moon light, sun light, insense, spells, etc)

What I do after cleansing is a time of meditation where I visualize my energy going through the cards. I also like for a while to pick a card a day, to learn to know them.

It is also interesting to review them one after another, to get to know them individually.

I think it is important you take your time doing that :)

Hope it answered your questions. The link I put above will give you more in depth answers and way more informations!

If you have any other questions about the cards, don’t hesitate to ask!

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Imagine Bucky trying to learn as much about his mother as he can, hunting down photos and letters, asking his sisters and their children to tell him what they remember of her

Naomi likes visiting her gran, especially after finals, because Grandma Proctor cooks the first real food after three months of mechanical engineering and Kraft Dinner.

When she comes to Grandma Proctor’s apartment, though, there’s another visitor at the table, and it looks like he has her appetite.

“Holy shit,” Naomi says, dropping her duffel on the ground with a comical thunk. “That’s…”

“Your great-uncle,” Rebecca says, tears glistening in her eyes. “My brother.”

“Hi,” the Winter Soldier says with a half-wave of the metal arm and a mouthful of mashed potatoes. “I’m James.”

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A/N: ik ik I’m not the best with updating atm but i will.  I’m super excited for this series.  hope u guys like it & i would love some feedback :) 

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The bell rang causing my bestfriend August and I to groan.

August and I have been friends since 2nd grade, she has been here for me all of the time, even when my mom and dad got a divorce. she was the one who actually kept me sane. she has a pretty name but she doesn’t think that at all, she always says who names there kid after a month? I laugh every time.

“Bye, young one”

“Bye, August” I say as I walk into my first period, which is Math

I sat down in my assigned seat, placed my bag next to my feet. the bell rings for the second time but the teacher was not even here. everyone sat around confused.

As we all looked around, the class door swung open causing us all to look in that direction. a brunette wearing a dress shirt with an tie, jeans and boat shoes walks in.

This was definitely not our regular teacher…

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“Hey, Y/N!” Ben chimes as he opens the front door, pulling it open and throwing his arms around my shoulders. “Long time no see! How are you?”

“I’ve been better, how are you?” I ask as I lightly return his hug.

“I’ve been very good, actually, come in.” He takes his arms off of my body and pulls me into the house, slamming the door behind him. “Are you here to see Sam? Because he’s upstairs in his room.”

I didn’t expect him to be home. Holy crap. This is going to be harder than I thought it would.

I shake my head, “Actually, no, I’m here to talk to Mama Wilk.” Ben looks a little bit confused but he just nods his head and smiles at me again.

“Well she’s in the kitchen, go on in.” He nods his head in the direction of the kitchen and shoves his hand in the pockets of his trousers.

“Thanks, Ben, it was good to see you again.”

“You too, Y/N.”

I smile kindly at my ex boyfriends older brother and start the small walk down the hallway and into the large kitchen. Lori has her back turned to me, slaving over the stove with her bright pink apron on.

“Hi Lori,” I timidly say as I enter the kitchen. Lori drops the spoon she’s using to mix something in a bowl and turns to face me. A bright smile overtakes her face and she advances towards me.

“I thought I heard you!” She grins, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck and sways my body from side to side. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better,” I repeat with a sigh and wrap my arms around her. “And you?”

She gives me a squeeze before letting me go. “I’m very good, I’ve got all of the babies home so I’m doing a lot of cooking and slaving.” She smiles and leans up against he counter. “What’s up?”

“I, I found something out the other day and I needed to tell you before anyone else finds out and they tell you a different story.” There’s some serious troublemakers in Omaha and they really enjoy making certain people miserable.

Lori’s loving eyes soften to anxious and confused stares. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you sick?”

“I have been but that’s not the actual reason.” A baby causes morning sickness, and that’s what made me get a test, as well as the weight gain. “I haven’t even told my parents because well, you know how they overreact.”

“What’s going on, Y/N? Is it something to do with Sam?”

“Kinda… He’s involved but he doesn’t actually know.” Lori furrows her eyebrows in confusion and crosses her arms over her chest. I nervously chew on my lip and toy with my fingers until I can randomly just through it out of my mouth. “I’m pregnant.”

She freezes, just staring at me blankly. I nod my head slowly and look down at the floor. I should have expected something like this, I did just spring it on her out of the blue.

“Oh my God, what?” Emily quietly asks as she walks into the kitchen, her mouth open in shock. “Y/N, you’re pregnant?” She quickly walks to stand next to her mom.

“Please don’t tell anyone, Em!” I plead, clasping my hands together and holding them in front of my hands. “I don’t want anyone else knowing!”

Emily nods her head and runs a hand through her long blonde her, pulling at the knots in between her fingers. “I promise I won’t, just, what? How did it happen?”

“I was on the pill, but when I went to get a restock they didn’t have any so I had to wait for them to order more in and I guess it happened during the period of not having a frequent sample.”

“That’s really unfortunate timing, oh my God, when did you find out?” Lori is still silent, just staring off into space.

“Literally just the other day, only four people know, including you two. I haven’t even told my parents yet.”

“Is it Samuels?” Lori asks quickly, holding her chin in her hand. She’s in shock, which is understandable. She has told me before that I’m like a daughter to her, and she’s like a mother to me, I can tell that she’s disappointed in me, and Sam, but hopefully she’s willing to accept it.

I nod my head swiftly. “He’s the only one I’ve been with in the past year.” I look between Emily and Lori and take in their different expressions.

Emily looks somewhat excited, I can see it in her eyes, but her smile shows that she’s disappointed and nervous. Who would blame her?

“This is insane.” Emily puffs, shaking her head slightly. “Are you going to tell him, seeing as you’re here now?”

“I honestly don’t think I can face him, Em.” Not after what happened last time we spoke, when we broke up. I remember the last thing I said very clearly.

That I hope that he fails with his music and that he has no real talent.

I really regret saying it now, in the past few months, he’s gone so far and reached out to such a huge audience and he really is succeeding. He’s doing so well, he’s striving to reach his goals. Maybe I motivated him to get there, so he could shove it in my face.

“He’s over it, Y/N, really, he is.” Emily reassures me but I know that he’s still going to be a little bit angry with me, or upset. “I can’t believe I’m going to be an auntie!”

Emily’s nervousness wears off, I can still sense her disappointment behind her smile, and she claps her hands excitedly, laughing a little giggle.

Lori on the other hand, she looks excited, her blank look suddenly shifted into a small smile and her eyes started to glisten.

“So you’re carrying my grandchild?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh, Y/N, you’re going to make me cry!” Lori whines and quickly wraps her arms around me again.

“I’m sorry!” I laugh quietly and wrap my arms around her once again. I don’t clasp my hands together around her back, I grab onto Emily’s arm and pull her into us. Lori sobs against my shoulder when she feels her daughter also wrapping her arms around her.

“Don’t apologise! This is such a precious gift from God, Y/N, my first grand baby! Oh my gosh,” She barely even allows the girly hug to last for a minute before she pulls away and starts to scurry around the kitchen. “How far along are you? We need to organise a baby shower and go baby shopping! I’m going to be a nana!”

Emily and I look at each other and laugh at the sudden change of mood and the change of tension in the room.

“Oh my gosh,” Lori repeats, holding a hand against her forehead. “I’m going to be a nana.”

“Woah, who is pregnant?”

And what great timing.

There is the voice that I know all too well, sounding like he’s only been awake for a short while. I haven’t even looked at him yet but I already know that he’s shirtless and probably in boxers with sagging track pants.

“And what are you doing here, Y/N?”

The tension raises again. I peep over my shoulder for a second, my assumptions of his outfit being spot on. “I just came to talk to your mom, I’ll be gone soon, don’t sweat it.”

“That’s, nice, I guess.” He mumbles and walks around me over to the island. “Anyway, who’s pregnant?”

I look everywhere but Sammy. Emily pats my shoulder once and makes her quick exit. “I’m just gunna, yeah.” She slides on her sock covered feet out of the kitchen, making the awkwardness even worse.

“I’ll be back.” Lori smiles and follows after her daughter.

Really, Wilkinsons, really?

“What’s going on?” Sam asks. “What was with the quick exits, why are you here and why is my mom going to be a grandma?”

I’m going to have to do this myself, I’m going to have to tell him right now or it’ll turn around and smack me in the face. I’ve practically been forced into this against my will.

“I needed to talk to your mom because I can’t really go to my own about my little, predicament.” Good wording, Y/N, this is going to go great.

“What the fuck are you going on about?” He furrows his eyebrows and grabs an apple out of the fruit bowl next to him. “What’s happening?”

“Remember how my mom kicked Marina out?”

Sam nods curtly, “Because she got pregnant, yeah.”

“Well, I’m about to get kicked out too.”

“What- are you- what?” His face begins to pale and he instantly shuts his mouth and stares at me.

“I’m pregnant, Sam.”

“You- you’re pregnant?” I timidly nod and knot my fingers together. He blinks once before he laughs once and shakes his head. “No, I refuse to believe that.”

“I knew you would say that.” I knew that he would be reluctant to believe me, I told Amy that too. I guess I’m just not the kind of person who is stereotypically seen as a teen mom.

“Y/N, we had sex twice,” He holds two fingers up, “Twice!”

“Yeah, when I had to come off of birth control for two weeks.” I say matter-of-factly, pursing my lips to the side.

My heart is beating a mile a minute here, I don’t know if he’s going to blow up in my face or if I’m just going to get the silent treatment. I’m surprised he hasn’t asked if the baby is actually his, even if he does, I am willing to get a paternity test to clear everything up, even though I know that this baby is one hundred percent Sams.

How am I so calm about this? Why aren’t I in tears, sobbing and crying all over the place to make everyone feel guilty? I’m 17, pregnant and about to get kicked out of my house, is it normal to feel this calm about it?

“I don’t even know what to say to you right now.”

“That’s fine, Sam, honestly. I just wanted to tell your family before word got around and you heard something different to the actual truth.” Sam goes silent and just stares at his feet, I can’t even attempt to read his body language. “I have a doctors appointment on Friday at 2 if you want to come. You know, for proof that I’m actually pregnant.”

“It’s my baby?”

I spoke too soon.

I nod slowly. “Obviously.”

“How far along are you?”

“17, nearly 18 weeks.” I’m really thankful that I haven’t started showing, even though I’m 4 months along. I just look like I’ve gained a little weight on my belly. I’ll be showing off my bump awful soon though.

“Wow.”

“I can even find out the gender soon enough, I’m nearly half way through.” And I haven’t even been to a single midwife appointment, just a doctors confirmation.

“I thought you looked chubbier.” Sam looks up just enough to catch my glare. He straightens up and holds his hands up in defence, he tries his hardest to hold back a cheeky laugh by buying his bottom lip. “You can’t blame me, you have put on some weight.”

“Still a charmer, I see.” I mutter. Sam sends me a little smile which I half heartedly return, “Well, I’m just going to leave because I’m clearly not welcome here, if you don’t come on Friday, I understand, really. I’ll bring a picture of the sonogram round for your mom after.”

I’m proud of myself for not avoiding him and for actually having the willpower to tell him what’s going on instead of letting someone else twist the story to fit their imagination.

I guess that that’s just my own way of telling Sam that he doesn’t need to be involved if he doesn’t want to be, it’s up to him entirely. He can either own to up our joint mistake and be there for our kid, or he can be ‘that guy’ that runs from his problems and doesn’t have a relationship with his child.

“Thank you for telling me. You probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t have walked into the room.”

He knows me. He really fucking knows me.

I smile once more at Sam, raising my hand to a wave. “I’ll see you later.”

“I’ll see you on Friday.”

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Nooooo ghost AU was not supposed to be angsty!!! whyyyyyy my heart!!! ;; Please consider Star interrogating Ghost!Tom since he's dating Marco. She needs to make sure he's actually an alright guy and not just somehow using ghost powers or something to make Marco like him. No angst, just good ole' comedy ;;

I’M SO SORRY! I didn’t mean to upset you!!!! Please take this as an apology! This is 100% sweetness, I love Ghost!Tom! Again, I am so sorry I don’t want to make anyone sad!!!!

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay here for the weekend?” Marco asked Star. She nodded.

“It’ll be fine! I promise.” Star assured. Marco was going into the city for the weekend for a school assignment. He had to shadow someone for a day, but Star didn’t really pay attention to that part. All she heard was that he wanted her to watch his house for the weekend, and she agreed. This would be the perfect opportunity to talk to Marco’s new boyfriend. Star was curious as to what kind of guy… or ghost, Tom was.

“Okay well, I’ll be back Monday.” Marco told her. He picked up his bag. “And… I’m not sure if you’ll be able to see Tom but… just be mindful.” Marco explained. Star nodded and pushed him out the door.

“I know I know, you need to go you’re going to be late and miss the bus.” Star warned. Marco nodded and went to leave. He waved at the stairwell, which Star could only assume was where Tom was. When Marco was gone she looked at the stairs. Star couldn’t help but get a spooky feeling, she knew Tom was nothing to be afraid of, but a real ghost was still something to be getting used to. Star went over to her bag and took out the ouija board.

“Okay, Tom. You’re dating my best friend, so I have a few questions for you.” Star said. She placed the board on the table and placed her hands on the piece. “Are you here, Tom?” She asked. The piece slid to “Yes”.

“Okay then, I have some things I want to talk to you about. You’re dating my bestest friend, so I want to get to know you.” Star told the ghost. Tom was looking at her curiously, although she couldn’t see. “How old are you?”

Tom pushed the piece to “235”. That was the truth.

Star looked confused. “I mean… how old were you when you died?” Star rephrased.

The piece moved to “19”.

Star smiled. “So you’re only a year younger than Marco.” Star thought for a second. “How did you meet Marco?” Star asked. Tom thought for a minute before moving the piece.

‘HE MOVED INTO MY HOUSE’ The ouija board spelled out. Star smiled.

“This is your house?”

The piece moved to “Yes”.

“Are you mad that people came into your home?” Star asked.

‘NOT ANYMORE’ Tom moved the piece. Star thought of another question.

“Tell me the truth. Are you using your ghost powers or something to brainwash my friend?” Star demanded. Tom looked a little shocked and moved the piece to “No”.

“How can I be sure that’s not what’s happening here?” Star asked, mostly to herself. Tom watched the piece, unsure for a minute before he pushed it.

‘YOU CAN’T’ he admitted. ‘JUST KNOW THAT I LOVE HIM’ Tom continued. Star smiled, something made her believe him. She trusted him. Star thought of another question and smiled big.

“Do you think Marco’s cute?” She asked in a teasing way. Tom knew she was joking around but couldn’t help but blush a bright blue. He put his hand back on the board and pushed it to “Yes”. Star squealed. “I knew it!” She exclaimed. Tom laughed.

“What was it like when you were alive? That would have been… 1781?” Star confirmed. Tom pushed it to “Yes” and began to tell her what he knew. Star had to write down what he was spelling so she could read it.

‘I DON’T REMEMBER MOST THINGS FROM WHEN I WAS ALIVE. BUT I REMEMBER ECLIPSA BUTTERFLY.’ Tom told her.

“That’s my grandma! Well, like my super-great-grandma.” Star corrected herself. “How do you know her?”

‘I DON’T REMEMBER HOW, BUT HER NAME STUCK WITH ME’ Tom admitted. Star frowned.

“Oh, okay then. Let’s talk more about Marco.” She smiled mischievously. “What do you like most about him?” Star asked. The piece moved.

‘HE STAYED WITH ME’ Tom spelled. ‘HE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I’M ALIVE’ Tom was glad Star couldn’t see him, because he was blushing like an idiot. Star squealed and put her hands back on the board.

“He makes you happy?” She asked.

‘HE’S MY EVERYTHING’ Tom admitted. Star smiled at this.

“Marco really is great.” She said. It wasn’t a question. “I think you’re a good match for him. From what you’ve told me, I really like you.” Star told him. Tom smiled big. “One more thing though,” Star continued “why were you so mean to me when I first came here?”

‘I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO TAKE HIM FROM ME’. Tom admitted. Star shook her head.

“I’m not taking him away from you. I ship you two too much for that.” She told him. Tom looked confused and pushed the piece.

‘I CAN’T GO ON A BOAT’ Tom told her. Star sighed.

“You need to catch up with today’s lingo.”

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I hope you like it! I tried to make this 100% sweetness and cute fluff to make up for before. I’m sorry I made you sad!

The Thing About Lake Emily

The first time I ever lied to my wife was on our honeymoon. We were at Lake Emily, where she’d spent all her childhood summers, the place she loved most in the world.

One evening, we borrowed a boat from our hotel and went out to watch the sunset, maybe skinny-dip if nobody was around.

God, she was beautiful, my wife, wearing her favorite red dress, her skin glowing in the light of the setting sun. I remember thinking I was the luckiest man alive.

“Did I ever tell you about Emily?” she asked, trailing her hand in the water. “She drowned here, years ago. Her long hair got caught in seaweed while she was swimming. Nobody noticed she was gone. They found her the next day, floating upside down, her feet just inches from the surface, her hair still tangled in the weeds.”
“Jesus.”
“She haunts this lake,” continued my wife, clearly enjoying scaring me. “Grandma always said, ‘Tie your hair back when you swim or Emily will grab it and pull you down.’”
“Great spot for a honeymoon,” I said.
She laughed.
“It’s just a ghost story. C'mon, let’s swim.”
“Now?” I glanced at the water. It seemed dark and oily, boiling with seaweed. “Here?”
“I always take precautions,” said my wife, holding up her braid, tied tightly with a red ribbon that matched her dress. “Besides, I love this place. Nothing can hurt me here.”
She took off her clothes, and dove in.

Seconds later, she struggled into the boat, gasping for air.
“Something grabbed my hair,” she whispered.
I thought she was joking, but the fear in her eyes was real. I wrapped a towel around her, and held her as she stared at the water.

Then she laughed.
“I’m so ridiculous,” she said, shaking out her hair. “I scared myself with that silly story. It was my imagination. I love this place.”
I nodded, but I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I started pulling up the anchor.
“Nothing can ever hurt me here,” she added.
“Of course not,” I said.
A lie.
Because when the anchor came out of the water, I saw my wife’s red hair ribbon, tied around it in a neat little bow.