every house is haunted

anonymous asked:

Hc's for spending Halloween with the gang

🎃 sodas favorite holiday
🎃 he dressed up as a ~sexy~ bunny
🎃 pony loves to go trick or treating
🎃 two-bit tries to go
🎃 two gets drunk and does some illegal shit
🎃 dally throws eggs at houses
🎃 and two joins him
🎃 somehow, they end up egging the curtis house
🎃 darry is pissed but confused at how they didn’t know it was his house
🎃 Steve went with soda and pony tagged along
🎃 darry stays home and passes out candy
🎃 pony HATES haunted houses
🎃 Steve and soda go in every single one they see
🎃 dally takes candy from every kid he sees
🎃pony was fed up with Steve, so he joined johnny
🎃 johnny was having the time of his life
🎃 he dressed up in a banana costume and it was too big so he kept tripping
🎃 let’s just say, johnny had the most candy
🎃 pony will just randomly quotes lines from horror books/stories when hes with the gang
🎃 dally will 153% hide in bushes and scare little children
🎃 he messed with the wrong one and got kicked in the face with a foot
🎃 soda and Steve matched
🎃 while soda was his ~sexy~ bunny, Steve was a carrot (yes a carrot)
🎃 when they come home, they all sit in a circle and pour out their candy bags (if they have candy)
🎃 they would also exchange candy
🎃 but before they ate any, darry had everyone check their candy for drugs .


Every town has one. The House on The Haunted Hill all the kids avoid. Now that Jason was buried in the earth, it would only be a matter of time until something poisonous bloomed. In that long, cold shadow cast by his death. Whatever grew in the rich black soil of the Blossom’s garden always found its way to the town. Whether it was murder, or love, or secrets, or lies.

“Riverdale” Chapter Five: Heart of Darkness

Movie idea: realtor and ghost dynamic duo where the realtor gets rich off of reselling the haunted house every few month because the ghost scares the owners off so she just keeps getting commission for selling the house and when she’s made enough to retire she buys the house herself and moves in with her ghostie friend and idk paint each other’s nails and stuff


Every town has one. The house on the haunted hill all the kids avoid. Now that Jason was buried in the earth, it would only be a matter of time until something poisonous bloomed in that long, cold shadow cast by his death. Whatever grew in the rich black soil of the Blossoms’ garden always found its way to the town. Whether it was murder or love or secrets or lies. 

Haunt Care

Living in a haunted home means assuming the role of caretaker. You have become a guardian against those who would seek to destroy the undead, and vice versa, the haunts have become your guardian against those who would do you harm.

Every haunted house and resident (or group of residents) will develop rituals of communication. Some are elaborate and require all manner of candles and artifacts, while other pairings keep open channels — simply speaking is enough.

Your first few months, possibly your first year, will be spent figuring out just how to communicate with one another. Is that oddly creaking stair an invitation? Is the sound of rain on a clear day a request for help? Similarly, how do you tell your haunts you need them to listen? That you need their extra-worldly authority on matters weighing on your mind and heart?

Haunted houses require attention and care, and if it has been awhile since anyone has treated them well, they are likely to be fussy or cranky. As a matter of fact, many horror stories involving such haunts turning against new residents are, in reality a case of “cranky and sleepy ghosts being woken up.”

Have a little patience, double up on your necromantic protection spells, and you’ll be fine (probably).

Hour 1
I miss you. I’ve just woken up. But, you aren’t here.

Hour 2
I made us coffee. I take mine the way you do yours. Or, used to. I think.

Hour 3
It’s strange – I need to breathe and I’m having a cigarette. I panic when I remember that you aren’t with me. I know this. But, I try not to think about it.

Hour 4
I am watching the smoke. I wish I could exhale you like the smoke from my cigarette.

Hour 5
I want to cry. I don’t like telling people why you left. But, they ask. It makes me feel more flawed and empty than I am, or want to be.

Hour 6
I never smoked inside, but I can still smell the incense you used around the house. It continues to haunt me. I light every cigarette inside with the hope of not having the incense linger.

Hour 7
There’s no one to ask if I’m stressed. I take a drag, slowly. If you were here and you asked, I would say it’s you. But, you aren’t.

Hour 8
The past won’t go up in smoke. I try. I have tried, but I keep failing. Staring at the smoke.

Hour 9
Sometimes you just need someone by your side. And you trust them when they tell you that they love you. I trusted you. It meant something. And now, it’s all gone up in smoke.

Hour 10
I couldn’t finish the cigarette at first. But, I couldn’t leave things incomplete. I lit it again. It tastes like the concrete on which I put it out. Perhaps, that’s what we would be like – soulless.

Hour 11
Things come though at the eleventh hour. But, not here. Not today. All I do is wait.

Hour 12
There is no darkness, I tell myself. I fear myself now. Not the known past or the unknown future. But, I’m just lying to myself. I exhale.

Hour 13
What I do know is that even in the company of others, I feel lonely. It is then that I ask again.
I ask, for loneliness to be my friend. But, that’s not what I want. I want you here.

Hour 14
My lips sealed off from the truth. My words, my lies, my reality. I exhale, but I cannot escape.

Hour 15
The distractions, still there. The blank stares continue. Love is only a word now. I see it in other people. I hear it in others words.

Hour 16
Three a.m. again. The effects have worn off. One hour is nothing. I can feel the silence. Interrupted, by my own thoughts. I exhale.

Hour 17
You continue to evade me. I cannot help but be consumed in this madness. In your madness.

Hour 18
Can a mirror ever lie? Would it? The smoke absorbed by the mirror. Fading before my eyes. Sometimes, it’s that simple isn’t it? Just watching something disappear before your own eyes.

Hour 19
A prisoner in my own body. This need – unexplainable. Fuck, even I cannot comprehend where we broke into countless fragments.

Hour 20
I dream of the days when we did things together. Now, I just wish to be able to hear from you.  All I hold on to now are memories. Even they seem to be slipping away.

Hour 21
Too afraid to speak in this darkness. I don’t want to hear emptiness or my own voice echoing. I want to hear you whispering in my ears.

Hour 22
I exhale. Slowly. Wishing for the fire that was once us to not be extinguished. But, it was over. It was over well before the day you walked out. It was over well before I sat in silence.

Hour 23
If I knew…If I knew where it went wrong would it be different today? The cigarette twirling in my hand, waiting to be lit, knowing that it will be stubbed out.

Hour 24
Another day, another cigarette. I take you in with every breath. Only to exhale again.

—  Navin E. (24 cigarettes in 24 hours)
Ten terrifying ghost stories

1. You are a ghost. You have to give a presentation on leopards to a ghost conference. You do not know enough about leopards to do this.

2. You are a ghost. You have just materialised in a public place without any clothes on.

3. Your car is made of ghosts. In the unlikely event of an accident, you know that they will offer significantly less protection against injury than more conventional cars which are equipped with airbags.

4. Since becoming a ghost, you are unable to lift your household cleaning equipment. Lots of spiders have moved in and you cannot do anything to get rid of them other than making ‘ooo’ noises, which they rather like.

5. Your country has no regulations about paying the undead a minimum wage. As a result, your employer is considering firing you and hiring a ghost as your replacement.

6. Your nightlight is a small ghost which is inexplicably on fire. You find evidence that it has sent off for a mail-order fire extinguisher. If the ghost stops being on fire, your room will be dark at night.

7. You are a ghost who has committed to haunting a fairground house of mirrors attraction. Every time you catch sight of yourself in a mirror you jump, and your head goes part-way through the ceiling, which is disconcerting. You contacted a vampire for help with this problem, but they were unwilling to visit you to assess the situation.

8. You are a ghost. You have to make a phone call.

9. You promised to look after a pet ghost for someone you admire, and now that ghost has dematerialised and you do not know where it is.

10. You are a ghost. Your previous belief system did not include the existence of ghosts. You realise that the axioms by which you lived your prior life were likely incorrect, and as a result you may have committed atrocities without realising it.

You’re Cute When You‘re Scared

Title: You’re Cute When You’re Scared

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 886 (sorry it’s kinda short!)

Warnings: light cursing, tiny bit of (fake) blood and gore, light violence (aka Dean punching someone), uhh… a Halloween-style haunted house + the stuff associated with one? (if that can even be considered a warning haha)

A/N: This was written for @luci-in-trenchcoats ‘s 2k Follower Challenge. Congrats on the milestone, Michelle, and I’m sorry this is late! (All of my challenge fics are late, why do I say this like it’s such a surprise?? XD)

I also accidentally hit post instead of save draft like the bloody idiot I am, so if this looks sorta familiar to any of y’all, that’s why lmao.

And it’s impossible for me to come up with short titles.

“Why in the world would someone come to a haunted house in the middle of spring?” Y/N let out an exasperated sigh and batted a fake cobweb away from her face. “And why the hell would someone hide a cursed object in one?”

She and Dean navigated their way through the fake corpses, searching for the ornate mirror while dodging the people who leapt out at them every few feet.

Dean chuckled at his girlfriend’s annoyance. “I don’t know, but the sooner we find the damn thing, the sooner we’ll be outta here.”

Y/N sighed once more as the two of them were led into a slender hallway, small enough that they barely fit walking single file. The hallway soon opened up into a large room adorned with worn furniture and creepy portraits hanging on the walls. Fake fog blew into the room, covering the ground and making it difficult for either of the hunters to see where they were stepping.

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Gerame Headcanons

If I’M and awkward virgin, and YOU’RE an awkward virgin, then WHO’S FLYING THIS GAY PLANE?

Seriously though these boys both have very limited experience but they’re figuring it out together.

Together, they are The Dorkiest Couple. America makes sure they’re tricked out to the max for every holiday and Germany would love crafts and activities like scrapbooking and letterboxing.

Behold, THE NO FUCKS GIVEN DUO. Find two people who give fewer shits about what you think of their relationship and what they do together. I dare you.

Ludwig listening to Alfred bouncing and talking incredibly quickly and waiting patiently for him to finish and paying very close attention to his boyfriend.

Germany knows better than anyone that his lover is not an idiot. America blows him away with his (incredibly selective) intelligence sometimes.

America loving and respecting Germany’s need for space and his discomfort with PDA and defying everyone’s expectations for how a couple SHOULD act in public and being totally willing and happy to do so.

America does not have an automobile kink, he has a Germany working on automobiles kink.

Germany uses direct translations from German to English sometimes, especially when he’s tired. The first time he called his pillow a “head kiss” America was just… blown away by how cute his lover is. Wow.

They are both terrified of ghosts, and every time one of them becomes convinced the house is haunted, they both abstain from sex just to be safe because that’s who the monster always comes for first, it’s a simple fact!

Simple, dependable happiness and stability are what they both want most out of a relationship and they will bend over backward to give it to each other.

Neither of them really get jealous, possessive, controlling, or demanding and the older nations don’t really understand how these young kids can do that.

Percy Jackson was no stranger to haunted houses.

In fact, he’d been a pretty active haunted house go-er in his earlier years. Before his life had been turned upside down (in the best way, of course,) with his demigod responsibilities, he’d spent every Halloween exploring local carnivals and festivals for the best haunted houses, whether they were local or franchised, big or small. His mother had hated them, but Percy always found a way.

When a carnival popped up near his home and he heard that a few of the campers had been planning on visiting, Percy jumped at the opportunity. Jason was returning from Camp Jupiter so he and Piper would attend, Nico and Will had been the ones to discover the carnival, and Annabeth had agreed to be his date. It’d been a while since he’d seen so many of his friends at once, and with the added excitement of Halloween, Percy was totally thrilled.

Clad in a classic vampire costume, Percy approached the entrance hand in hand with Annabeth, who was dressed as a witch. She looked amazing, as usual, her hair pulled back into a low ponytail to accommodate the pointed hat on her head, wearing a long black detailed dress. With a broomstick at her side, she looked beautiful and a little intimidating.

There were carnival games all over, a hay ride, a corn maze, and the infamous haunted house that stood in the center. Grinning, he threw an arm around Annabeth’s shoulder, pulling her close as they made their way to the food stand they’d all agreed to meet everyone at.

“You know there’s no way you’re getting me into the haunted house, right?” Annabeth asked, laughing. “Because I will most definitely be waiting outside at the end for you.”

“You’re no fun.” Huffed Percy, kissing her hair, walking to the stand. “But I guess that’s fine. Will will probably sit out with you, maybe Piper too. I’ll go in with Jay and Nico.” He grinned, squeezing her shoulders.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, her lashes impossibly long with the makeup she had on. Usually, she didn’t wear an excessive amount, but she’d gone all out for her costume. “Yeah, yeah.” She said, shaking her head. “I’ll stay out here with the scaredy cats and play carnival games while you guys go in. Then we’ll rejoin for the hay ride and fireworks?”

Percy nodded at her, waving in the direction of the rest of his friends, who had grouped together by the fast food stand. Will and Nico appeared to have literally switched outfits, Nico clad in an orange camp shirt and khakis, and Will dressed in dark jeans, a leather jacket, and a skull t-shirt. Jason was dressed as Superman, Piper as Wonder Woman.

Percy grinned and high fived Jason, and Annabeth greeted Piper with slightly less enthusiasm.

Will opted out of the haunted house, as Percy had suspected, so he stood with Annabeth and waved the other four off as they entered through the gates, the place already eerie as they entered.

It actually hadn’t even occurred to Percy that he might not be able to handle it.

In fact, he’d gone in with a grin on his face, eager to get the shit scared out of him, walking in between Jason and Nico.

Really, Percy’d faired alright until the room with all the fire. He’d been enjoying it far less than he’d expected, and he was more on edge than anything, but then all of the sudden, they walked into a room that was suffocatingly hot, with fire burning in all of the corners, and all Percy could think about was the river in Tartarus.

Before he could understand why or how, there was a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t get rid of, and then he couldn’t breathe. The fires were contained, he was sure, but his vision blurred and his head swam and all he could see was the fiery river and the awful monsters and then he felt a hand on his arm and he nearly shouted.

“Hey, are you alright?” It was Jason’s voice, close to his ear, his grip firm but still gentle. “Hey, Percy.”

“I have to get out of here-” Was all he could manage.

The next minute or so was a blur. Jason was pretty quick to catch on, and after a concerned house worker paused to ask if they were alright, they were ushered out of a back exit reserved for people who couldn’t handle the place.

Not a moment too soon, Percy was on the concrete in the open air, and Piper was jogging off to get Annabeth. Jason instructed him to put his head between his knees, but anything that he said went in one ear and out the other. Struggling to get a hold of his breath, Percy inhaled sharply and forced the air out just as quick.

Jason had a hand resting at the base of his neck, retreating only when Annabeth jogged over and dropped down to his level. “He just started freaking out.” Jason said. “I don’t know what happened.”

Percy’s breaths were more like gasps, his hands trembling as he curled his fingers into his own hair, messing up the slicked back style he’d done for his vampire look. Annabeth didn’t touch him at first, just sitting down on the concrete next to him, placing her hands in her lap.

“Hey, Percy.” She murmured, voice quiet yet even enough to be heard with ease. “You’re okay, we’re at the carnival.” After a moment or two of waiting, watching him hide his face and tremble, she received a tiny nod in reply. Reaching over, she took Percy’s wrist, drawing his hand away from his face. Shooting a look at Will, she sighed. “Go and get some water, please.

Percy was still shaking fiercely as Annabeth took his hand, uncurling his fingers and placing her hand in his. "It’s okay. We’re safe here. There aren’t any monsters or anything.” Percy nodded again, his wide eyes finding hers as he finally began to get some semblance of calm again. “Are you okay?”

Embarrassed, Percy gave one more jerky nod, taking several unsteady, deep breaths. “Y-yeah.” He finally managed, his voice much croakier than he’d anticipated. It had only been a few minutes since the panic had started, and Percy was at least thankful for that. Still, the air around him felt muggy and suffocating, and when he swallowed down the lump in his throat, he realized that he felt unbearably sick. “Hang on, I-”

The group of friends averted their eyes as Percy heaved up his stomach contents onto the pavement.

Will returned with the water soon enough, though, and the healer crouched down on Percy’s other side, taking his pulse and checking his pupils. The results were as expected. A panic attack, brought on likely by traumatic memories triggered by the haunted house.

Thoroughly mortified, Percy continued to scrub at his face, sitting off to the side on the concrete with Annabeth. Will had one arm around Nico, and Piper and Jason had gone off to get drinks for everyone, leaving the son of Poseidon to stew in his own embarrassment.

“It’s okay, Perce. Shit happens.” Annabeth said, stroking along the nape of his neck. “We can just go home, I can drive your car, we can watch movies at your place.” She assured, twirling his hair between her fingers.

“I can’t believe I freaked out like that…” Percy muttered, tilting his head to look at her. “They had to /escort/ me out of the haunted house, Annabeth.” He whined.

“We went through a lot down there.” Annabeth murmured, dragging her nails lightly along his shoulder blades. “You know some things won’t ever be the same. We just have to adjust. Take things day by day.” She said, patting his cheek lightly.

Percy rolled his eyes, resting his head against her palm. “Unfortunately.” He grumbled, sighing.

“But the hay ride is completely harmless, and we already have tickets. We can hold hands and enjoy the fresh air. Feeling up to it.”

Percy considered for a second, but he accepted Annabeth’s offered hand and hauled himself to his feet, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I think I can manage.”

Pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, Percy mumbled a barely audible ‘thank you,’ before turning to the rest of their friends, patting Jason’s shoulder before heading in the direction of the hay ride.

The Devil’s Toy Box

by reddit user MrClarenceWorley

“The Devil’s Toy Box” is an urban legend that savvier horror fans will recognize as the inspiration for the infamous Lament Configuration from Clive Barker’s seminal Hellraiser series. Though in reality the titular “box” is not a toy at all but rather a small room where the floor, the ceiling, and the walls are each composed of one giant mirror.

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Genre: Romance

Pairing: Zak/Reader

Rating: G

I was inspired by @imaginezak post “Imagine Zak getting nervous to ask you to marry him”, which spurred me to actually create an imagine/fandom blog. So this one is for her and the anon who requested it.

You stood at the doorway, watching Zak and trying to puzzle out his mood. The two of you had been dating for two years and friends for much longer. While Zak wasn’t an “open book” per say, you were a little proud to admit you knew his quirks and moods better than most. Most times, you were able to read him like a book, even while investigating (which came in handy a few times).

Today was apparently not one of those days.

“Zak?” you called out. You narrowed your eyes slightly as he jumped; he had been jittery and on edge since the team got back from a recent investigation you had to miss. Now that you thought about it, the whole team - minus you, of course - was acting weird and secretive. What was going on?

“Yeah, honey?” Zak answered, looking up from his laptop.

“You okay?” you asked. Walking over to the couch, you curled up next to him and began fiddling with one of his rings. “You’ve been acting weird the past few days. You sure everything went alright during lock down?”

You watched as Zak’s expression relaxed into a soft smile meant only for you. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just had a lot on my mind lately,” he soothed.

“Care to share?” you offered. You raised an eyebrow when his soft smile turned playful and mischievous. Your suspicions were correct: he was up to something.

“Not right now, but soon.” He laughed at the suspicious look you were giving him. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“Alright,” you conceded. After a moment, you decided to try a different approach. “How about we go out tonight? Get your mind off all those things you’re worried about?”

“Actually, I was already thinking something like that. Fright Dome is open and Aaron was thinking on going. Want to join him and go for a drive afterward?” You smiled and nodded. With the scheduling, it had been a while since the two of you had been on a proper date. Mostly, you ended up going on impromptu walks or drives to see the sights. While no less romantic, you still missed an actual date night that wasn’t overshadowed by an investigation.

“Take a drive to our spot?”

Zak’s smile widened further as he kissed you softly. “I knew I loved you for some reason,” he grinned, laughing as you playfully punched in the arm.

Later that evening, you couldn’t stop smiling as the Challenger roared down the dark desert roads, breaking the peaceful silence what was a part of rural Nevada. As usual, Fright Dome was amazing. The haunted house event delivered more and more each year, making it the go-to even every Halloween. Since you joined the team, it was practically tradition for you and Zak to hit the event at least once. It was your favorite attraction, aside from Universal’s Halloween Horror Nights and the themed haunted house your family did every year for the trick-or-treaters (this year, it was zombies).

During the event, Zak hardly left your side. Aside from occasionally posing for pictures (the face he made with the clowns still made you giggle), he switched between holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist. Even now as he drove to your spot, his fingers were intertwined with yours, his touch warm and comforting.

The drive had been oddly silent; Zak turned off the radio sometime ago, stating something about wanting to soak in a quiet moment with you. Looking over at him, you smiled at the relaxed expression on his face, something that didn’t happened all too often lately. Occasionally, his eyes would narrow thoughtfully or his fingers would tighten around yours slightly, as though he were suddenly getting anxious about something, but then he would relax and settle into the drive again.

Finally, he pulled into a familiar parking lot. It was the place you both frequented together when needing to get out of Vegas. You would bring Gracie and your dog out, go for a hike, and simply let nature wash away the tension that would build up. It was also special for the both of you as it was the place where Zak worked up the courage to tell you he loved you. It was also where he kissed you for the first time.

You smiled wider when he got out and opened the passenger door before you got the seat belt off. “M’lady?” he asked in a faux royalty accent, extending his hand to you.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you replied in a good impression of a Southern belle. Looking out to the moonlight desert, you grinned as you stood up. “I do declare, this is a beautiful sight!”

Zak’s laugh trailed off as you straightened up and gazed into his blue eyes. “Yeah it is,” he whispered. You blushed and giggled at the cliche moment. Zak seemed to have noticed the cliche as well as he laughed nervously and led you to the hood of the car.

Sitting on the hood, you barely noticed Zak dimming the headlights slightly as you gazed out into the desert. It really was beautiful. The half moon and stars were bright enough and expansive enough to cast the desert in an ethereal glow. It was nothing like some of the places you and the crew were locked down in where the glow seemed spooky. Instead, it was almost cliche at how romantically perfect it was. You turned to Zak to comment about it, but stopped when you caught him watching you with a mixture of tenderness, awe, and nervousness. He averted his eyes quickly and a small blush creeped up his neck.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Y-yeah, why?” he replied. He cleared his throat of the slightly waver you heard. You didn’t have to look down to know that he was softly tapping his fingers nervously. This was getting ridiculous; you needed to get to the bottom of this now.

“Zak, you’ve been nervous and jumpy since you got back from California. Not to mention the whole team and some of the production crew have been acting weird! What is going on?” Instead of answering you, you were surprised when he stared at you stunned one moment, then cracking up the next. “Zak, it’s not funny!”

“It really is, Y/N,” he answered finally. “I’ve been busy thinking and planning and hoping that you wouldn’t catch on, but you did.”

“What are you talking about? Thinking about what?”

“The future, mostly. And what it holds for us.” Your eyes widened as your mind started spinning. Was he actually talking about…?

“Y/N, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and I realized how much you mean to me. Whenever I’m around you, I’m happier, freer, less…less haunted than before. That’s not something I want to loose. I mean, I know we haven’t talked about any of this and we probably should have at some point and I’m probably springing this on you and scaring the living daylights out of you-” he rambled on, his nerves suddenly getting the best of him.

“Yes.” Both of you froze as the word was breathed out.


“Oh God!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands over your mouth. “I mean - are you - if you are - oh my - crap, Zak!” you rambled, laughing and crying at the same time. Zak released the breath he was holding and started laughing. “Zak, are you-?”

“Yeah I am,” he admitted. “I’ve been trying to find the right time for weeks.” Once he finally composed himself enough, he took a deep breath and slipped his hand into his pocket. “Let me see if I can do proper now.”

You choked back a sob as he pulled out a small box and knelt down on one knee. “Since you’ve come into my life, you have brought me out of the darkness that constantly surrounded me. I love you with my entire being and I want you with me forever. Y/N Y/L/N,” he opened the box to reveal a beautiful, yet simple engagement ring. “Will you marry me?” You were so overwhelmed with emotion, all you could do was nod.

With a shaking hand, Zak gently slid the ring onto your finger and swept you up into his arms. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggled as he spun you around with a loud cheer. Setting you down, he cupped your face in his hands tenderly. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, a few tears running down his face.

“I love you too, Zak,” you replied, sealing the proposal with a tender, yet passionate kiss.

Credit goes to @imaginezak

How life changes after pregnancy

Do you know how life changes when a young couple decides to become young parents? Do they think it boils down to adding more commitments and costs? Or do you already know about the emotional toll and everything it entails? Here’s a story that elucidates it all.

“We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her partner are thinking of "starting a family.” “We’re taking a survey,” she says half-joking. “Do you think I should have a baby?”

“It will change your life,” I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

“I know,” she says, “no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.”

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.

I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, “What if that had been MY child?” That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.

That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of “Mom!” will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby’s sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy’s desire to go to the men’s room rather than the women’s at McDonald’s will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.

That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My daughter’s relationship with her partner will change, but not in the way she thinks.

I wish she could understand how much more you can love someone who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with their child.

I think she should know that she will fall in love with them again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.

I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.

I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

My daughter’s quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. “You’ll never regret it,” I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter’s hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.

Check Please AU where Bitty is the ghost who haunts Jack’s house in Providence and occasionally does things like throw his stuff around and kill all his houseplants

Eventually they agree to disagree about whose house it is and they become sort of flatmates. Jack chats to him about hockey and agrees to keep his country music listening to a minimum, and Bitty starts mysteriously making pies appear for Jack

When Jack gets a cat to keep Bitty company while he’s on roadies, Bitty decides to venture out of his house every once in a while to haunt the fuck out of asshole sports reporters

Michigan Gothic

• M-59 is a wasteland of traffic. The lights change, but no one moves. Your foot never touches the gas pedal, only lifts off and then returns to the brake. You don’t know how long you’ve been out here. You think you see a break in traffic, but it’s just a mirage provided by the heat rising off the engines.

• Every October, you can’t help but feel that the haunted houses and haunted farms dotting the mile roads may not just be costumes and red corn syrup. The metallic scent of blood is at the tail end of every deep breath of fresh air. You smile at the woman in the ticket booth, but there’s nothing behind her eyes.

• You stare out over lake St. Clair, huddling deeper into your jacket. Just past the horizon, you see something rising from the gray, muddled water. It takes you 20 minutes to convince yourself that nothing lives there anymore. But you know what you saw.

• The pot holes, God the pot holes. The grow and change at night, always just inches from your wheels. You grip the steering wheel and pray that you aren’t the unlucky soul they take as fresh blood tonight. Where does one go if they’re swallowed by something so unholy?

• You walk into Tim Horton’s. You could’ve sworn that yesterday this was a Starbucks. No, the barista replies, this has always been a Tim Horton’s. Her smile is just a a little too wide for her face. You fear it will stretch right off and onto yours. You apologize. Of course it’s always been a Tim Horton’s. You do everything you can to make her stop smiling.

• It is October. The Red Wings are playing. It is April. The Red Wings are still playing. They are always playing. They are always playing. They descend on the city, a cacophony of Languages that seem vaguely European, but fill you with dread. The playoff beards are older than you are. There is red. So much red. Everything you see is red. Everything you are is red. Where is it all coming from?

• Children play in the residential streets. They ride bikes, scooters, skateboards. They play hockey. They stand and stare you in the eye as you attempt to drive up their street. They don’t move. They never move.

• The sirens are going off. It’s the first Saturday of the month. The screams almost drown out the sirens. You don’t know where they’re coming from. They are miles away but in your basement.

• The sun is a myth. Heat is a myth. Shadows are myths. They are all simply elements of a ghost story told around a bonfire. The clouds part. Steam rises off of everything. Cold is a myth. Winter is a myth.

some random domestic arthur/eames halloween-inspired headcanons:

  • eames is all about couples costumes when he can convince arthur to go with him to a party, but arthur will only agree to it if it’s something classy/intellectual (although one year eames convinced him to agree to go as batman and robin, it was a huge hit)
  • every year eames volunteers at a big popular haunted house or hay ride and he usually ends up playing some demented doctor who does fucked up experiments on patients or an unhinged chainsaw murderer or something but he gets a huge kick out of flirtatiously scaring the shit out of people 
  • arthur’s into celebrating by making brandy-spiked cider or mulled wine and putting on old 1930′s horror movies
  • eames always buys the best candy for trick-or-treaters (we’re talking like the big reese’s cups or like whole snickers, but also gummy vampire teeth and snakes and shit) and arthur always feels guilty about it and, when he answers the door, slips a granola bar and a tiny puzzle in their bags along with the candy

I want Haru and Makoto going to a haunted house and Haru being delighted but when she realizes that Makoto’s Legit Scared (bc she wouldn’t have gone in if she knew) she spends the time explaining literally every trick behind the haunted house bc she just knows that stuff. Knowing all the stuff like, oh, there’s a projector over the door, they have a fan to give you the sense that you’re in a bigger space than you actually are which makes you feel more nervous since this is a fairly enclosed space, sometimes they hang wet sponges from the ceiling, all that stuff & that’s calming to Makoto. Then there’s a jumpscare and the both of them immediately deck the poor guy

Monsta X’s reaction to waking up from a dream of losing you and not finding you in bed

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A/N: I decided to create a short drabble for each. Hope you like it!


Shownu furrowed his brow, hands unconsciously gripping the sheets, as he dreamt of you drowning in the ocean. The nightmare took a turn for the worst when he wasn’t able to move in the water and was forced to watch you struggle for air as you plunged deeper and deeper into the depths of the sea.

His eyes opened wide with his body breaking out a sweat from the dream. Calming his heartbeat, he glanced to his right where you slept … only to find the ruffled sheets on your side.

Exasperation took over as he jumped off the bed and whipped his head left and right in search of you. “Y/N!”

“Wha~t?” You sleepily replied with the almost same volume as you waddled into the room. “It’s five a.m. What’s got you– Oof!”

Shownu enveloped you in a tight embrace as he nestled his face on top of your head. “Thought I lost you.”

Chuckling you, you gently smacked his chest before wrapping you arms around his firm build. “I just went to the use the toilet, silly.”

Shownu wouldn’t hear any of it, lifting you back into bed so he could snuggle the rest of the night away with you.


Tossing and turning, Wonho was agitated in his dream where you were sharing a deep kiss with another man. He was unable to run to you for some reason and was forced to watch your lips and hands mold against the man’s. His heart pained with utter defeat, seeing you so madly in love with someone else. He couldn’t bear to watch anymore and his sadness and anger rose to new heights when the clothes started to peel off-

Wonho shot up from the bed, sitting wide eyed with the covers knocked off the bed. He blinked several times until he realized that it was only a bad dream; he didn’t really lose you to some their guy.

Letting out a breathy chuckle, he turned to face you, only to have anxiety rush up through his system again when you weren’t there. He quickly jumped out of bed to look for you and was relieved to see you by the kitchen sink. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, nestling his chin on your shoulder as he pecked your cheek.

“Wonho. What are you doing up so early?”

“I just missed you.” His hands hugged your hips as he placed a kiss on you neck. “Promise you’ll never leave me.”

Dumbfounded by his request, you decided to agree instead of questioning what he was asking for. “I promise.”

“Good. Now let’s get back into bed so we can do things only I’m allowed to do with you.”

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