heaven is a place in this box

Achievement Hunter as kids from my Philosophy class

Geoff: EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP, I can’t focus on being depressed with all of you shouting at the same time

Jack: okay everybody, we’re building a fucking fort out of our chairs. Adam, get the scotch tape!

Jeremy: OKAY Y’ALL LISTEN TO MY RAP ABOUT EDGAR ALLAN POE…oh fuck wait I forgot the beat :(

Michael: Someone dare me to eat this whole Bundt cake!! I’ll FUCKING DO IT!!!

Gavin: do you think Ghandi studies about us in heaven?

Lindsay: “Miss Collinway, you better be doing your essay and not looking up some damn video of a Siamese cat” but mISTER ANDrews, did you know that technically they’re called THAI CAT!??!

Ryan: look here’s a picture of that caterpillar I found underneath my bed. i placed it in a box in my room. I named it Bob. I love Bob. ANDY SHUT UP, Bob is better tHAN YOU!

Trevor: shhhh shut the fuck up, I’m trying to throw peeps into Donny’s backpack without him noticing. wHY you ask? BECAUSE I CAN!

Matt: so I built a mini replica of the Addams Family’s house with a bunch of leftover superglue. does it look okay? should i add more windows???

There are few important things I really want to talk about. Please reblog so everyone who’s in Eddsworld Fandom can see.

FIRST OF ALL, I just want to make sure people understands that what they are doing is wrong and how they are ruining the fandom. Here are some points I sorted out.

1. TomTord Fandom


And now for the people who hates the ship. Look, I get it ㅡ you guys probably don’t know why people ship them because they clearly hate each other but look. There’s a thing called “hate ship”. You pair two characters who hate each other. Basically every fandom has one so you need to get over with it. Don’t tell tomtord shippers weird or don’t just swear at them. Nobody’s the same so you should respect what others like or ship.

2. Shipwars

Oh god where do we start… Everyone has their own OTP and you should respect others. People can ship whatever they want if it’s fictional! Please don’t say this ship is better than the other. That’s only your opinion. Everyone can’t be the same. If you keep saying them aloud you’ll bring hatred over some people. DON’T.

3. Forced Shipping

For all eddsworld askblogs ㅡ this message goes to you. Except for the blogs that’s about specific ships. (EX. Ask toredd! Ask tomtord!) That way people knows what ships they have so who hates it can easily avoid it.

There might be some people who are very uncomfortable with the ship you guys are including on the blog. Especially in the au blog. People there are following the blog because they’re interested in the plot and the story line the au follows. Well, maybe some ships but you shouldn’t put that in the middle.

4. Using arts without credit


5. Harassment

As you know, Tord and Tom left because people wouldn’t stop forcing them to make out or be together in real life ㅡ same goes to Paultryk now. I’m not saying that I’m against the ship. I’m saying that don’t cross the line. Imagine if group of people shipping you with your friend and won’t stop talking about it and forcing you to kiss your friend. How annoying would that be? Also, please when you draw fan arts or write a fanfiction don’t use their last name because that’s just messed up. They’re real life people just like you and me! Later, if they get a job or something normally their boss searches up their name to see who they are. WELP IF YOU LOOK AT THE RESULTS THERE WILL BE GAY FANARTS ALL OVER THE PLACE PLEASE DON’T RUIN THEIR LIFE. PEOPLE ALSO SENDS BUNCH OF GAY FANARTS TO THEM ALSO?! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT’S A GOOD IDEA?!??!

Tord can’t even use his own name now because of you guys. He disappeared because he was scared, disgusted by you people. Tord’s youtube channel is gone too ㅡ why are you doing this to them? 

6. R.I.P


It’s not fine at all.

What the fuck is wrong with you all? Why? We all love Eddsworld but you guys are ruining it for many people.

Some days I swear I’m over you -
when I dance alone in my kitchen while my coffee brews and the sun shines bright outside,
when I read a book while I soak in the tub with only a glass of wine,
when I forget about your things that I placed in a dusty old box in a corner of a closet I barely open anymore
and on days like these,
when I’m happy with being alone,
I thank the heavens that you left

But on days when the sun doesn’t show
And rain clouds color the sky grey
And when the bed is too big for my too little body
And the comforter doesn’t bring me comfort as your arms once did,
I wish you stayed.
I wish you heard me when I whispered, ‘please stay. fight for me’
as you closed the door on your way out of my life.

And on days like these
I dust off the box containing your things,
pour myself a large glass of wine
and remember the good times -
when you danced with me in our kitchen while the coffee brewed and the sun shone outside
when you joined me in the tub for a bath that left me feeling dirtier than when I first came in

But then the sun will shine again
and the box will go back to where it belong -
a dark corner of a closet I barely open anymore
and then I hope this time
the sun will shine a little bit brighter
and the rain clouds will stay away a little bit longer.

—  Cycle / deepthoughtsofanobody
Escape:  Father’s Day

Jamie woke up to the sun streaming through the window.  He blinked, and checked beside him.  No Claire. 

How had he not heard Bree?  

Padding down the hallway on bare feet he stopped at the small kitchenette he had put in upstairs.  When he converted his and Claire’s flats into a two story home he’d insisted on this space for just this reason.  A child.  No going downstairs in the middle of the night to heat a bottle, or grab milk from the fridge, or one more glass of water.  It would all be right here.  

The space was undisturbed.  

She had to be somewhere.

He continued his search for his family.  

His heart started to pound when he noticed no Bree in her crib, and no Claire in the rocking chair.  The room, tidy.  It was like they’d disappeared.  

Jamie sprinted down the stairs.  Not on the chesterfield, not in her study, or his office.  Dammit, Claire.  No note on the kitchen counter.   He looked around for his phone, and realized it was charging on his night stand.  He took the stairs two at a time.  He hit the top, and glanced out the window.  

Jamie stopped cold, and breathed a sigh of relief.  

He caught sight of the stroller as it passed by the alley, with Claire’s dark curls bouncing in step.  What in the hell was she doing out with Bree this early?

Phone forgotten he walked back down the stairs, and opened the front door. He heard the key in the street door, and started across the landing.  He heard her wrestle the carrier through the entry way, and then her voice. 

“Sorry, Bree.  Bumpy steps!  At least you’re awake now, huh?  With luck your Father will still be in bed, and we can surprise him.”

Surprise? Jamie thought.  O mo chreach.  Father’s day.  He couldn’t contain his grin.  Now what?  Sneak back inside?   

He leaned over the banister to look down the stairwell.  Claire had a large bag hitched over her shoulder, a bakery box tied with string poking out of the top, and was trying to unharness the baby to carry her, as well.  

He made his choice.

“There’s my two best girls!” he said, and watched Claire’s head snap up.

“Jamie!  Go back to bed.”  

Bree couldn’t contain herself at the sound of her Father’s voice.  She looked up, and began to kick her chubby little legs, arms extended.  He laughed.  

Light footed he trotted down the steps.  “Now why would I do that?  I get up for breakfast, and my loves are gone.   The flat sounded like a library.”  Undone, and in Claire’s arms, Bree lurched for him when he got to the bottom of the stairs.  He caught her up, and raised her above his head chuckling along with her baby giggles.  

“And no note from Mummy either,” he gave Claire a sidelong glance.  “What’s the deal?”

Claire pushed the bag farther up her shoulder, and grabbed the stroller to carry it up the stairs.  “Don’t be obtuse, Fraser.”

She walked ahead of him.  

“Obtuse, my beautiful red heided lass,” Jamie said, as he pulled the knit cap from Bree’s head, and smoothed her wispy bangs, “is a big fancy word yer Mam likes to throw at me to scold me.  Luckily, I’ve a nice view of her magnificent arse, and I’m happily distracted.”

Claire snorted.   

She set the stroller outside their door, and strode in wrestling the bakery box from the bag.  She set it on the counter with great fan fair.  Reaching back inside she produced a pale grey envelope, and laid it on top.  

Jamie couldn’t pretend any longer.  He hitched Bree up higher on his hip, and slid over to hold his wife.  His first celebrated Father’s Day.  Dammit, he was a Dad.  Had been a dad already, quietly, in his heart.  Today was a chance to commemorate it overtly.  Overwhelmed, he shook his head, a half smile on his face.  

Claire reached up, and rubbed her thumb against the stubble on his chin. “Happy Father’s Day.”

With a firm hold on his loves, he placed his lips on Claire’s, trying to pour all of his thanks, and gratitude for this title into his kiss.  Claire rose on tiptoes, and wound her hand into the curls at the nape of his neck.  She reached her other hand around his arm across Bree’s back.  

Not to be left out, Bree leaned in, and mushed her face between theirs. Laughing, Jamie bussed a kiss on Bree’s cheek, and handed her over to her mother.  

Opening the card he read the sentiments, smiling softly.  “I love you, too,” he whispered, looking at Claire.  She smiled at his quick change in tone.  

“Is this yer name, we’en?” Jamie said to Bree, pointing to a scribble at the bottom of the card.  “Hm?  Did ye write yer name, for Da?”  He popped another kiss on the end of the baby’s nose, and Bree grinned.

He set down the card, and pulled the white box toward him.  Untying the string he raised an eyebrow at his wife.  “I ken what this is.  I could smell it from the top of the stairs.” 

Claire laughed.  “Well to be fair, you were supposed to be in bed, and it was to be delivered with a coffee.”  

He lifted the lid.  Fresh scones, and shortbread.  The only bakery in Edinburgh that made them like his Mam did.  He breathed deeply.  “Thank ye, Claire. Truly. These are Heaven.”

He broke a piece off a scone, and placed it reverently in his mouth.  He closed his eyes savouring the taste.  Bree watched carefully.  He took a small corner of the shortbread and placed it on her tongue.  Bree’s eyes widened, and she smacked her lips.  

“Good, in’t it?  More?”  He broke off another piece, and like a baby bird Bree opened her mouth wide.  He laughed, and fed her again.

“That’s enough.  Time for a nap, you.”  Claire kissed the red curls at her daughter’s neck.  

“Can I do anything?” Jamie said around another mouthful of scone.  

“Yes. Make coffee, and save me one!” Claire threw back over her shoulder as she mounted the stairs.

“Never a chance,” Jamie mumbled.

He brought the coffee and scones, but they sat untouched for an hour.  The sight of his wife placing their sleeping daughter in her crib did him in.  Claire’s bare breast was displayed through the opening in her shirt, the tip wet from suckling.  When she saw him staring from the doorway, she smiled knowingly. Minutes later her nipple was in his mouth, her naked legs straddling him.  He took from her, unwrapped her like a gift, and promising her a Father’s Day present of her own, made her gasp, and cry out.  

They had a late lunch at Lallybroch, and Jamie was pleased to see his sister so happy with so much activity in the house.  He took Bree to the barn, and showed her the horses, played some footie with his nieces, and nephews, and drank beer with Ian.  Through it all he kept one eye on his wife, his heart full to bursting.    

Later that night, Claire tidied up after Jamie gave Bree her bath.  She headed downstairs, but what she saw made her sit down on the top step, and watch.

Jamie was reclining on the couch with Bree, who was clad in a soft cotton sleeper.  She was sitting on Jamie’s lap, laying back on his chest, watching the TV intently, while holding on to Jamie’s index fingers with her little hands.

“Now, that one, he’s a fly half, and a good one.” Jamie pointed at the screen, “But he needs to get the ball to the winger, just like that!”  Bree’s eyes widened as her daddy’s voice rose in excitement.  “Go, go, go!  Yes!”  

Bree squealed, and Jamie laughed.  He waved her arms for her.  “Aye, Bree! That’s a try!  And that braw lad just put us ahead by five points!”

Claire felt the tears come, powerless to stop them.  This.  This was all she wanted.  Being so alone for so long, she just wanted to feel a part of something, of someone.  She did not remember if she’d ever had this.  While she and Uncle Lamb had been close, they didn’t have this.  This warmth.  This unity.  

This sense of family.  

The “blood of my blood, bone of my bone” ancient Scottish promise that she and Jamie had made was sitting on his lap, blue eyes wide, red hair the same bright copper shades of her father’s highlights, with her two bottom teeth smiling.  

Jamie caught sight of her then.  He inclined his head, silently inviting her to join them.  As she came forward, he handed her Bree, patted the spot between his legs, and had her sit there against his chest, with Bree now in her lap, laying back.  Jamie’s long arms came around both of them, and Claire tucked her head on his shoulder, just under his chin.  

“Have you had a happy Father’s Day?” she asked, placing a kiss on his jaw.  

“I have, mo chridhe.  I have.”

No pie for your spawn!

This happened several years ago, when I was chaperoning a young man with Autistic Spectrum Disorder (let’s call him S) to and from speech therapy. S was using a PECS book for communication. (For those unfamiliar, PECS stands for Picture Exchange Communication System, and the PECS book is a binder full of pictorial representations of objects, persons, actions, etc., attached by a self-adhesive hook-and-loop fasteners, which are used to build a sentence on a detachable sentence strip. User builds a simple sentence -a request or a statement - and hands it to a communication partner. These day PECS books have been replaced by digital devices - like I mentioned this was a wile back.) It became a custom of ours to stop at the Golden Arches for a meal after the therapy. The place was quite busy, and as we waited in line, we used the time to for S to prepare a sentence strip with his order.

Enter a mother of 5, with her brood in tow. Woman with a “can-I-speak-to-the-manager” haircut begun making loud remarks about how slow the service was (it was not, by the way, there was just a lot of customers in store and a drive-through line was wrapped around the building). Her eldest kid, a girl of about 10-11, whined in turns about the wait, and about wanting an apple pie. When it was our turn to order, S gave his sentence strip to the cashier who read it back and entered it into register. And as all of this was taking place, I heard the “R” word from the whiny girl. Something to the likes of “Ugh! That retarded kid is taking soooooo long to order!”. I saw red. I looked at the mother, and she did nothing, did not say anything to her kid, did not look ashamed in the slightest. Nothing! I kept staring, but she was just avoiding looking at me. I guess in her mind, there’s nothing wrong with her kid calling someone with disability a retard.

So, I did, what any reasonable person would do, I purchased 23 apple pies. Why 23, you ask? Because that’s all they had available. If the spawn of hers wanted an apple pie, she’d have to wait for a fresh batch. S and I got seated in a booth with a good view of the registers, and oh joy, it turned out the restaurant did not have any more apple pies. Mother was fuming, and I felt bad for the staff, but the manager handled it quickly with a coupon offer, and her kids were hungry and whiny, so she gave up the fight, and they all went to seat down. They were shooting me angry looks from across the restaurant, to which I responded with a wide smile, because the faze 2 of my petty revenge had just occurred to me. After our meal, I had S build a sentence on his sentence strip that asked “Do you want apple pie?” (Not the most polite way to ask, but PECS book had its limitations) and we made our way from table to table asking it to diners and handing out pies, as I explained about S’ condition and this being a good exercise in communication and social interactions for him. Everyone was responding kindly, smiling and high-fiving, overall very nice experience for S. When we were down to the last pie, I decided to keep for myself, because there was only our favorite family of 6 left, and heavens know, they were not getting a crumb. As we walked past, the mother went “Excuse me, my daughter would like a pie”. The audacity! So I got the box out the bag, looked the woman square in the eyes and said “I know”. Then I opened it, took a big bite, went “mmmmm”, and we walked out of the place. Very petty, but very, very satisfying.

Title: Once Bitten Twice Shy
Author: noxsoulmate
Artist: izulkowa
Rating: Explicit
Tropes: Bakery-AU, Private Investigator-AU, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective/Meddling Friends and Family, Dad!Dean
Posting Date: September 20, 2017

Summary:  The past can hurt, no question there. But what happens when it makes you too suspicious of the present?

Dean Winchester catches cheating bastards for a living, no matter how far he has to go to do so. He’s in Heaven when his favorite bakery brand opens a store right in front of his nose because nothing helps him get through a case like a delicious piece of cherry pie. And not only does ‘Angels’ Pie’ have the best pie in the world, the baker is also one hell of a handsome guy. But if he wants the man in his life, Dean knows he needs to open up about himself, his job, and most importantly the people by his side, before it’s too late. He just doesn’t know how.

Castiel Novak has just run away from Chicago and for a good reason. Seeking a fresh start, he does what his family does best and opens a new ‘Angels’ Pie’ bakery. His handsome new regular is certainly not helping him keep his promise never to date again. Putting his trust in this man means to open his heart again. And his heart has been broken one too many times before.


“You have no idea how awesome it is that you guys opened up a bakery in this area,” Green Eyes said while Castiel put the last piece of pie in the first box and started on the second ‘Pie of Heaven’. 

The statement and the real enthusiasm behind it was a huge compliment, and it made him smile. “Thank you. It’s nice to hear that it is appreciated. My brothers weren’t so sure about this location,” he explained, carefully deciding on what flavors to add to the pie box. “I’ve always liked this diner and when I got back to town a few months ago and heard it had closed, I really wanted to buy the place to open another bakery here.”

“Wait, you are one of the owners? One of the Novak brothers?” The look on the stranger’s face was that of wonder. It was a well-known fact for any regular customer of the ‘Angels’ Pie’ bakeries that it was a family business, run by the Novaks. When Castiel only nodded, the stranger’s smile grew wider. “Have you invented any of the famous flavors?”

“Many, actually,” Castiel admitted, a bit shyly. “Cherry-lemon, for example. And the pecan and cinnamon one for Christmas time.”

“Marry me,” Green Eyes suddenly blurted out. It was obviously meant as a joke, but Castiel could still feel his ears burning up. “I’m serious, dude. Those are my favorites. The cherry-lemon pie was the first I ever ate in your bakery, and it’s the one that got me hooked. Please tell me you have it here.”

“Yes, of course I do.” Castiel finished up with the second ‘Pie of Heaven’ and closed the box as well, before getting one of the cherry-lemon pies from the tray he had brought from the back. “You want a slice right away? They are still warm.”

Castiel was pretty sure he had never seen more joy in a person’s eyes. And the beautiful thing about it: the stranger seemed to really mean it. Maybe it should be weird that a grown man acted like that over a simple pie. But it wasn’t. In fact, it was really endearing, at least in Castiel’s eyes.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I’ll take one.”

Smiling, Castiel cut out an extra big piece of the pie, put it on a plate and handed it over the counter. Instead of sitting down, Green Eyes grabbed a fork from the side counter and took a bite right there. The sound he made as closed his lips around the bite had Castiel’s brain short-circuiting, his eyes fixed on the sinful mouth of this handsome man.

“Man, this is the best I’ve ever tasted. Seriously. Please, marry me.”

Chuckling, Castiel got busy cutting off another piece of the pie. His first customer deserved an extra piece on the house, right?

Chuuya’s Birthday
  • Chuuya arrives to the studio, and when he walks in, he’s greeted with loud screaming, lots of confetti and cake
  • The cast doesn’t really do anything on days like this, so Asagiri-sensei lets them do whatever they want as long as they don’t burn the place down
  • There’s a lot of wine presents, along with a crap ton of gift cards and stupid troll presents. Somewhere in the pile of crap is a lingerie set, two boxes of condoms, high heels, and makeup 
  • The day drinking gets worse
  • Dazai tries and convince Chuuya to have birthday sex with him, but Chuuya keeps swerving him
  • The entire cast and crew have a competition to see who can drink the most without vomitting. Chuuya wins (he’s actually very good at holding his liquor)
  • They play truth or dare, spin the bottle, strip poker, 7 minutes in heaven… anything that gives Dazai an excuse to make out with Chuuya
  • Instead of filming, they just rewatch some old BSD episodes and bloopers, laughing and pointing at all the stupid moves they do
  • Somewhere in the shadows, Elise is filming all of this to sell on Amazon somewhere
  • The cast also play some charades, where they pretend to be fellow BSD actors in the most ridiculous ways
  • Sexual innuendos and swears are dropped every five seconds
  • Loud music can be hear from several streets down
  • The people who live in the apartment with the cast are just glad the party isn’t inside the building this time around
  • Dazai manages to break several props, lights, glasses (drinking), and spill paint on the stage. Kouyou tells Chuuya to drive Dazai home before he destroys anything else.
    When they get to the apartment, Chuuya lugs Dazai into their room and tucks him in. Dazai isn’t actually that drunk and opens his eyes, sitting up, telling Chuuya to stay with him, so Chuuya reluctantly sits on the bed, pulling the covers over his legs
  • Dazai smiles and pulls out a chain from underneath his shirt with the same ring. “Of course.”

    They don’t bother returning to the studio.

I love Chuuya so damn much <3


Originally posted by magiccastles

Title : Romanticised

Author : Myself 

Pairing : Im Jaebum x You (reader)

Summary : He had planned everything for both of them, including a newly born romantic side.

“All set?”

“Yeah, I have the wine bottle.”

It was hard to see where you were both going, but the firm grip on your hand was like a guide in a secret forest, full of fantasy.

The summer had granted both of you a cool evening, with a soft breeze and no sweat. You were grateful to be able to go out without melting like snow and your boyfriend was slowly walking toward the secret place he had told you about. This date was a total surprise and you could almost see the happiness paint itself on your significant other’s face, signalling he was enjoying your little adventure.

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Winter 2006

Winter turns the world gray with a hint of blue, as white flakes dot the air. The snow rides on a northern breeze, eager to find its way towards Sam.

Winter remembers this boy. He played as other children played, but he wasn’t one of them. Now, Sam stands on the edge of things, snow urging him forward. Secrets pull at the corner of his coat, cold whispers of things to come.

Winter weaves a heavy mantle on the future boy king, made of threads that Sam can’t see. The weight of it saddens Sam’s heart, makes him ache in places he didn’t know could hurt.

Winter watches as Sam puts a photo in his memory box. “Winter 2006” is written below, ink fading as the years pass. Darkness stains the edges, but nothing breaks Sam’s pure heart.

Winter stops crying for Sam. There are better uses for tears, better sorrows to weep for in the night. Dark dreams fade as the ending comes into sight. Dean’s hand fits Sam’s perfectly in a heaven that’s all theirs.

anonymous asked:

129. “We should get a puppy!” :D

  • “we should get a puppy!”
  • remus looking at him with an exasperated look
  • “you still are a puppy”
  • sirius pouting and giving him 
  • literal puppy eyes
  • “but… I want someone to play with”
  • remus walking away
  • because sirius asks him for a dog every day
  • but sirius follows after him like a lost puppy
  • just proving remus’s point even further
  • remus just telling him over his shoulder
  • “you aren’t even a real dog” 
  • sirius gasping at the insult
  • “how dare you?”
  • remus merely rolling his eyes at his boyfriend’s dramatics
  • (again, he gets this every day)
  • “please, re? I promise I would take care of him”
  • “tell that to squishy bubbles”
  • “squishy bubbles was a lonely fish. she was bound to go to fishy heaven the minute she was taken from that evil place”
  • “you mean petco?”
  • sirius sighing and flopping on top of remus on the couch
  • throwing up his arms in desperation
  • and looking up at his boyfriend with an adorable look
  • “pretty please? you love puppies. they’re so fluffy, like me”
  • “to be honest, I’m more of a cat person”
  • sirius being appalled
  • and flashing into his dog form until he licks remus senseless
  • but
  • two days later, sirius opens a box left on his bed
  • only to find a puppy jump out at him
A Haunting

Prompt: After being brutally murdered at the young age of twenty- one and stuck on Earth, Harry has been searching to find a way to heaven for almost a hundred years. One day, a family and their autistic, seventeen year old, daughter, Heaven, moves into his home. Maybe this was the Heaven he was searching for all along.



Heaven sighs heavily, biting her nails lightly, as she enters the musty smelling, older, abandoned home that her parents had suddenly decided one day to move into on a whim. The larger scale home still held beauty after so many years and was somehow still in almost pristine condition, sitting in the middle of the woods on the far side of their little town.

One morning, Heaven’s parents went for a jog and stumbled upon the old mansion, immediately falling in love with it. Becoming practically obsessed, they found a realtor and bought the house in just a few days, not even speaking a word to Heaven until they burst into her room and told her to pack.

Heaven panicked, of course, as she hated change. When she was young, she was diagnosed with autism and her parents made sure she was always happy and comfortable. They lived in the same house, used the same tutors, drove the same car, and ate the same foods to insure that she didn’t have a tantrum. So this was a major change, but eventually, with much coaxing, they got her to pack and get in the car.

When they drove up the tree lined driveway and the Victorian era house came into view, Heaven immediately understood why her parents were so in love. It was absolutely breathtaking and something about it made her want to never leave. Maybe this change will be good.

“Heaven, don’t bite your nails, darling. Go choose your room!” Her mother calls as she places a box down in the kitchen, snapping Heaven out of her thoughts.

“Okay, mama! Okay… Okay, mama,” She clutches her small teddy bear that she’s had since she was a kid to her chest as she takes a step up the rickety stairs. The steps groan under the forgotten weight of someone walking up them as she makes her way up them slowly.

As she steps foot onto the second floor, she freezes as she hears quiet whispering coming from down the dark hallway. “Mama?” She calls quietly, clutching her teddy tighter as she takes a step towards the voices. The hairs on the back of her neck involuntarily stand up as she suddenly feels the intense feeling of being watched after she speaks.

As soon as she takes another step, the voice and the feelings halt and everything seems normal again. Hearing foot steps, Heaven looks down and sees her mother and father walking back outside to the moving truck. Turning towards the dark hallway again, Heaven’s eyebrows furrow.

“Not mama. That’s not mama,” she mumbles as she makes her way down the hall, not caring about it too much. She peers into each room, shaking her head each time she didn’t like them.

Coming to the end of the hall, Heaven begins to frown as she doesn’t find a bedroom she likes. Her eyes tear up in frustration as she lets out a tiny whimper.

As she gives up and begins to walk down the hall, the whispers begin again, louder than before. Heaven gasps, turning towards the voices and before her eyes, a door she hadn’t seen creaks open slowly.

Curiously growing in her, she wipes her tears and slowly walks towards the open door. Peeking into the room, she lets out a happy squeal as she sees the dark red walls, her favorite color. The bed was large, the bed spread a muted red from all the dust accumulated on it. In the corner, a small nook was made by the window so someone could sit and read. The ceilings were high and in the middle hung a giant chandelier that glittered and sparkled in the sunlight.

“Mine,” she states to herself mesmerized and in a trance as the whispers slowly die down.

“Yes,” a deep, raspy voice behind her croons as she feels a hand on the bottom of her spine. The touch was calming and warm, sending slight sparks up her spine as she didn’t flinch away like she normally did to touch.

“Yes,” she mimics as she walks in and the door slowly creaks shut behind her.


“So, I was doing some research,” Heaven’s mother starts as they quietly eat dinner in their new dining room. Heaven’s father hums in response as he gives the love of his life all his attention after he helps Heaven cut up some of her chicken and places her a small kiss on her forehead.

“It’s quite spooky actually. Apparently, the original owners were murdered here almost a hundred years ago,” she states fascinated as she takes a bite of her carrots and peas.

“Wow! That’s interesting. How sad. What happened? Do they know?” Her father speaks as Heaven pokes her chicken with her fork, in a daze as she stares fixated at the pattern on the plate.

“They say the killer snuck in in the middle
of the night and stabbed them in their beds. The son tried to find help after he had been stabbed but he only made it to the hallway where he, sadly, passed. That’s why you can see blood stains on the floorboards upstairs. They are buried in the somewhere in the woods out back, I think. There was Anne, the mom, Desmond, the dad, Gemma, the daughter, and the son was named-”

“Harry,” Heaven suddenly states, making her parents turn to her in shock.

“H-How’d you know that, sweetheart?” Her mom asks softly, her mind reeling in the scary possibilities on how her daughter, who has no way to get on the Internet, knew the name of the dead boy who once lived here.

“He wrote it. Wrote it on my bed,” Heaven states what she had found earlier. Carved on the dark wood on the bed’s headboard was a name. A little worn from the years but still visible, Harry was written in neat handwriting and, captivated, Heaven spent hours tracing the name with her fingertips.

“Oh,” her mom laughs it off lightly, relieved that their new house wasn’t haunted by its past residents. “We will get your bed up there soon, sweetheart. Sorry you have to sleep in that old thing,” she says, making Heaven frown.

“I like it, mama. I like Harry’s bed,” Heaven protests, wanting the old, soft bed that made her feel safe and calm to stay in her room.

“Heaven, a boy was killed there. I don’t want you sleeping in it,” her father says, making her eyes water.

“I want it!” She slams her fork down and just as she feels a full blown tantrum coming on, she hears the whispers.

She freezes as it feels like arms wrap around her from behind and a warm chest against her back, calming her instantly. “Don’t cry, sweet Heaven. It’s okay,” she hears the raspy, deep voice, that sounded like smooth honey, coo in her ear.

“Okay, Harry. Okay… Okay, Harry,” she mumbles as she picks up her fork and takes a bite of her chicken, completely relaxed as her parents stare at her wide eyed.

“Good girl,” she hears just as the feeling of the arms disappear and the whispers cease, but leave behind the feeling of warmth and calm.

“Heaven, w-who are you talking to?” Her mother asks, fear gripping at her heart once again. She had never seen Heaven calm down that quickly before.

“Harry say don’t cry so Heaven no cry,” Heaven mumbles as she finishes her food. “Bed time,” she states, standing and placing a kiss on her stunned parents cheeks. They were so in shock that they didn’t even protest as she make her way up the stairs to her new bedroom.


Harry smiles as he watches the beautiful, innocent girl twirl around in her bedroom as she dances with her teddy bear. He stands propped against the wall, transparent so she can’t see him just yet. He didn’t want to scare her, but with her reactions to him earlier he didn’t think she’d be too petrified.

When Harry first watched the family move in, he was livid. This was his house, his family’s house. He left and died here. How dare they just move in and take over his home of over a hundred years.

But, when he heard it, all his anger dissipated. “Heaven! Come inside!” He heard as a gorgeous girl walked though the door, lightly biting her fingernails with a dazed look in her eyes.

Heaven. Something he had been searching for for decades was right in front of him. On his tombstone, the words Find your way to Heaven were written, but Heaven found its way to him. This wasn’t what he expected but, to him, this was even better. His own personal Heaven.

He had studied her so much since she arrived he could now remember where each of her freckles were with his eyes closed. They dotted her rosy cheeks and nose like the stars in the night sky. Her hair was like spun gold with a slight reddish tint, shining in the light from the window, captivating him and making him feel like he was now one of the richest men. Her lips were like two, perfect, pink rose petals and he fought the urge to kiss them relentlessly. Her ocean green-blue eyes sparkled with innocence and were normally stuck in a daze as she focuses on something sparkly. Earlier, she had spent almost an hour just staring at the chandelier in the middle of the ceiling as he stared at her.

That’s when he figured something was…special about his Heaven. Listening in to her parents conversation, he quickly found out she had autism. He didn’t care. He actually fell more in adoration of the small, special girl with the gleam in her eyes.

Hearing a small shriek and a crash, Harry is knocked out of his thoughts. He panics as he sees Heaven on the floor with tears in her eyes as she clutches her ankle. Not caring any longer about transparency, he rushes over to her and appears right next to her.

His hand reaches out, laying on top of hers that clutched her ankle. She gasps lightly and the whole world seems to slow down as she turns her head and their eyes connect.

“Harry,” she whispers as he smiles gently, reaching out for her hair and tucking a strand behind her ear.

“Careful, sweetheart. Can’t have my Heaven getting hurt right after I find her.”

Hope you enjoyed! Please tell me if you want the part two!!! x -E

less than a year after moving in my landlord has decided to sell the flat meaning I need somewhere else to live. I’ve moved 3 times in 4 years due to circumstances that weren’t my fault and I’m exhausted. If you know of a place going in Cheltenham please DM me

My rent history because the housing market is shite and I can’t afford to buy

1st flat- a mould palace where we had a women next door who would scream and bang on the walls all night. We also got burgled.

2nd flat- 8 months of hellish building work. Also a mould palace and water ran down the walls. Downstairs neighbour who would have coke parties from 2 am- midday on a weekly basis. The landlord sold the place

3rd place- nightmare housing association neighbours who were drug addicts and alcoholics. They would play meatloaf on repeat, have daily drinking and party sessions, violent outbursts where the police were called, and once they vomited into a box and threw it at our door.

4th place- heaven. We love this flat. Landlord then sells and we can’t afford to buy it.

5th flat?? No idea.

Someone please buy me a house in the woods.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever had the idea of having a day where the cafe is a Butler cafe and a cat cafe in one? That would be heaven for me. :) Sadly not for people who are allergic to cats. :(

Allura: I’m afraid that you answered the question right there. Yes, we have thought about it. But you need lots of permits and many places usually have second doorways to keep them from escaping. We just couldn’t afford the setup.

Pidge: That does not stop Shiro and Keith from pulling in every stray into the back room. Or trying to. Often or not there is just a box of stray cats that those two find that sit outside in our alley until they take them to a shelter after work.

Allura directed at you all: Please do not go play with those cats, they need their shots.

Blackpink reaction to not seeing their S/O for a few months

Jisoo: Jisoo had complained about why you chose a study abroad program all the way in America. She craved your attention and affection. Physical touch that couldn’t be delivered through FaceTime. Just like her personality, she kept her burdened to herself. You were working hard and she shouldn’t add to your stress. On top of the Blackpink comeback, She had plenty of things to occupy her mind. As the days counted down to your arrival. She couldn’t help but grin with excitement. The whole day was spent running around collecting items she needed. From store to store, she gathered your favorite sweets, a candle, and other small trinkets that she needed to for your arrival. She planned a whole celebration for you. Alone. I need the quality time you had been missing out on for months. You came home to a dim lit apartment. Rose petals trailed the entrance all the way to the dinner table. There were a candle lit and food that was obviously takeout but she disguised it as if she made it. It was fine. You were grateful that she thought to bring you food from your favorite restaurant.However, That wasn’t your main attraction. Jisoo was most important. You nearly cried when you saw her there. Jisoo seemed to have grown to be more beautiful.  She stood up and wrapped her arms around you. Her lips graced yours ever so lovely.

“I’m so happy. You’re back. I missed you. Come eat and tell me about all about your adventures. Teach me some of those English terms too so I can keep up.” Jisso giggled pushing your chair into the table as a start to a lovely evening. 

Originally posted by chenbaeksgf

Jennie: Jennie cursed herself as the summer days dragged along. She claimed she wasn’t clingy or needed too much attention. However, three months away from her in Japan was too much. She groaned praying the days would end quickly just to get closer to your return. Japan wasn’t that far but, YG wouldn’t let her just go hop on a plane to see her secret girlfriend. So she was forced to repress her urge to see you. The promotions went as scheduled. She went through interviews with the same stale energy she always had. At night, she called you. Jennie was very good at hiding her emotions. You started to notice that the distance was weighing on her.

“Don’t sound so sad. I’ll be back sooner than you think.” You said entering the elevator into her dorm.

“I’m not sad. I’m just” The doorbell rang. “Hold on, Someone is here. But, who would be coming here so late at” Jennie mind blanked out as she saw your face. Her eyes were glossy. Despite, that she would never let you see that. She reached out for your hand and pulled you into the dorm. Your arms wrapped around her neck. Jennie released a sigh of relief. You chuckled as you felt a weight being lifted off her shoulder. “Don’t laugh. Do you think it’s funny to not tell me you were coming home a week early.” You silenced her fake anger with a kiss.

(you are lisa btw) 

Originally posted by babytkth

Rosé: It was clear as day that Rosé was not happy that you were gone. Two months away in Hong Kong was way too many. She stormed around the dorms depressed. Everything reminded herself of you. It could be as small like your hoodie that was in her laundry for the week. It was every time she turned her corner. Something would trigger the memory of you. Rosé tried to deflect the burden from her members. She threw herself into music. The only thing that she could find peace in. She wrote songs detailing how you made her feel. She strummed on her guitar all night and would send you clips of songs she had been working on. Up beside her bed was a countdown of when you would return. When the day came, She knew she had to make it special. She packed up her guitar. Your roommate was so gracious to open the door for you. She cleaned your room and decorated it with pink rose petals. Y/N arrived home to a familiar melody. You ran down the hall to your room.  When you walked in, She was at the edge of the bed. The guitar played sweet melodies of songs she had written for you. The bed had your favorite box of chocolate on it and a note that said “I missed you” Your footsteps went closer to hers and you wrapped your arms around her placed a sweet kiss on her lips. The passion and lust grew second by second as Rosé thanked the heavens that her roommate had left for the weekend. 

Originally posted by roseislionized

Lisa: The sound of the practice studio floor was the only thing that could distract her from your presence not being here. Lisa had to figure out a way to drown out the sound of your voice in her head. She knew you were away doing good. You had a healing touch just like her parents. So of course, She encouraged you to go to the Philippines to help a local hospital. Lisa didn’t want to be selfish but, she needed you. On camera, The same bubbly personality that had girls and boys falling for her didn’t slip up. However, There were some arguments with her members about Lisa constant need to practice. The days dragged on as Lisa stared at herself in the mirror. There were a million reasons on why you should leave her. The place you were stationed at had limited wireless service. This is why every letter you wrote to Lisa was precious. She kept them safe in a box hidden underneath her bed. When she would come back tired from promotions and practice, She would re read them. Praying that what was written was true. Thursday was bad. She came home after a long day at the music shows. Their comeback was good but, YG wanted better. Jennie yelled at her today about her messiness. To top it all off, The lack of screen time and attention to her talents her more than it normally does. Lisa continued to practice choreography from a wide range of groups and styles. Her body wasn’t co-operating today. Everything looked out of place and stiff. She slammed the stereo remote on the floor as she sobbed. Lisa clutched onto to her letter. She wiped her face as tears landed on the letter. The door creaked as Lisa shoved the letter in between the seat cushion. (Y/N) walked in as graceful as entered the room. Lisa couldn’t hold in anymore. She ran over. The tears of sadness turned into tears of happiness. You had a black one year balloon and Filipino snacks to make up for missing her one year debut.

“Don’t cry. I’m back you should be happy. I even brought you some snack and other stuff back at my apartment.”

“Ahh, (Y/N), I” Lisa paused. She wiped her tears. “I just missed you so much. I needed your healing today. I’m so glad you’re home.”  Lisa grabbed her letter and packed her stuff. She grinned knowing that despite the bad day she would sleep peacefully tonight.

Originally posted by withfx

Sorry, this took eons. Someone call my job and tell them to cut me more often lol-xoxo YOLO

candies and other sweets (minseok)
word count: 996 w.
genre: romance, fluff, proposal au
summary: when you were in kindergarten, you always gave little minseok a ring pop and said it made you married. guess who’s in for a big surprise.

valentines day special ; pick your date
| junmyeon | yixing
baekhyun | jongdae | chanyeol
kyungsoo | jongin | sehun

“This is nice,” you beamed happily, scanning the kid-less playground the both of you grew up in. It’s been awhile since you sat on your favorite swing.

The last time you’ve been in this kid paradise was when you were four years old and Minseok, being one year ahead of you, shared the same sentiments you had towards this place. Back then, your four year old heart instantly fell for five year old Minseok who participated in the kindergarten talent show.

Minseok occupied the seat beside you. His sneakers sank in the sand below him. “Crazy how time flies so fast.”

“I know, right? The last time I placed a foot here, I remember getting rejected,” You turned to him, jutting out your lips for a pout. Minseok laughed cheekily in return.

“In my defense, you were pretty annoying. You kept on slipping that candy on my finger,” Minseok snapped his fingers to recall that particular memory. “Got it! That big ass ring pop. It was embarrassing.”

You stood up, holding the swing seat below your bum before you gripped on the metal chains and let your feet swing in the air. Minseok copied your actions.

“Remember when you managed to slip the ring pop in my finger. You kept babbling to your teachers that we were married.”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, it is quite embarrasing,” you admitted in defeat. Cold air blew past your face and stung your skin, a wave of nostalgia crashing.

You missed the innocence that once filled the playground. You wished you could have brought it to adulthood, but you can’t. Good thing Minseok was a constant reminder of that innocence. Minseok reminded you of pink cotton candies, chocolate flavored ice-creams and kiddie playgrounds.

“Minseok,” you called out then pointed out to the far corner, “Remember when I teased you cause you can’t climb on the top of that monkey bar? You had small legs.”

“Of course. The monkey bar.” He rolled his eyes. “How could I forget? You kept sticking out your tongue whenever you were on top.”

Sauntering to the monkey bars, Minseok followed behind you. You noticed how he fidgeted once in a while but you chose to ignore it.

“I bet you still can’t climb here,” you said in a teasing manner while gripping the bar tightly and securing the placement of your foot on each one. Behind you, Minseok held out his arms as if to catch you in case you fell. He’s always ready to catch you anytime.

“Actually, I can. I’m taller than you,” He stuck out his tongue. You didn’t miss the tone of nervousness in his voice.

“Then why aren’t you climbing up? There’s space beside me,” You patted the seat beside you but there’s really no seat. Your hand past through the gap between the two bars and you almost lost your balance.

“Be careful!” Minseok shouted, his hand placed anxiously placed over his chest. You responded with a light chuckle. “It’s not something you should laugh about. I could have lost you over a concussion or something! I can’t afford losing you!”

“The view here is great, by the way. It makes me feel like I’m at the top of the world. It makes me feel like I could see everything here including my future.” You stated as you looked above you only to find a million of stars shining brightly. “That’s why I love the monkey bars the most.”

Minseok felt his heartstrings playfully tug his emotions. He gazed at the stars twinkling right above you and then shifted his attention to you. The night seemed so serene and so were you.

Right then and there, Minseok saw everything flash before his eyes. He saw little copies of you and him running around the house. He smelled the aroma of the food you would cook for him and your children in the morning. His heart raced to the sight of your face greeting him first thing in the morning. And that was what Minseok wanted all along. To spend the rest of his life with you.

You were still caught up with the ethereal view from the heavens when the view that would change your life was right below you. Minseok slipped his hand inside his pocket and brought out a ring.

“Will you still love the view if I become a part of it?”

You looked down to see Minseok kneeling down on one knee, a ring encased in a velvet box placed on the palm of his hand. “Would you let me be a part of that future?”

This time, it wasn’t you giving him a ring pop to make you two official. This time, Minseok decided to make it real and give you a real ring.

“Will you marry me?” He finally popped the question after how many years of being together.

Tears of joy were streaming down your face as you answered him. “Yes. Yes, I would love that.”

Minseok climbed up and took the place beside you. You can see his tears were threatening to fall but instead, it just sparkled under the moonlight. You gladly presented your hand before he slipped a ring on your finger. It wasn’t a diamond ring and yes, it wasn’t much but it wouldn’t decide on the future you have with Minseok.

“It looks beautiful, babe. Thank you.” You kissed him on the lips. Giggling, you teased, “Well, this is the first time I’ve seen you actually climb up here.”

“Yeah. I kinda like it.” Minseok turned to you and smiled softly. “I love the view. No, actually, I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You said before capturing his soft lips once again.

“Forever and ever, babe.”

Finally, you could say. Minseok was your past, is your present, and will be your future.

note: this was one of my valentine gifts for my twitter mutual, chloe !! shoutout to you, beautiful girl  💋 | masterlist

A Haunting: Part Two

Thunder rumbles loudly outside, shaking the house and sending terror down Heaven’s spine as she hid in the small cupboard. She and Harry had spent most of the morning playing hide and seek, but now she just wanted to be in his arms and safe on her bed. It had been two weeks since they moved in and they were closer than ever.

“H-Harry!” She slowly pushes opens the cupboard and peers out, looking for the boy that only appears for her. She listens for the whispers and soon, he stands in the doorway looking worried.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He sounds panicked as he nears the cupboard and squats down so he can be face to face with her. She shakes her head with slight tears in her eyes as anxiety courses through her veins.

“Then what’s wrong-” His question ins answered when another loud, earth shattering roar sounds outside, making her yelp and jump into his arms with a sob.

“Scary! Harry, scary! It’s scary!” She cries into his shoulder as he wraps his arms around her tightly and tries to comfort her.

He found it funny how she was cuddling with the ghost of a murdered boy and telling him how scary the weather was. Irony was funny sometimes.

“It’s okay, angel. I’m here,” he coos, snuggling her closer as she sighs in content at the calming feeling he projects.

“Heaven!” They both look up at the loud yell from Heaven’s mother and in a split second, Harry places her beside him gently and disappears, not wanting to be seen.

It pains him to watch as Heaven whimpers and looks around in confusion for the viridescent, kind eyed boy with fawn colored spirals for hair. It always made her sad when he was there one second and gone the next.

“Heaven!” She hears again, making her look up as her mother walks into the room, looking worried.

“Mama?” She mumbles as she begins to smile at the sight of her sweet mother.

“There you are, sweetheart! Been hearing you run around all morning. Having fun exploring?” She asks as she crouches down to sit on the floor with her daughter, brushing her unruly hair out of her face.

Heaven nods with a smile as she leans into her mother’s touch. “Oh, dear, have you been crying? Scary storm outside, huh?” She asks in concern as the sky answers with a strike of bright lightning and another rumble of thunder.

“Scary,” Heaven whispers again, a dazed look in her eyes as she catches a twinkle of light from the chandelier and becomes transfixed by it. Sparkly things always got her attention.

Her mother smiles lightly as she sees what captured her daughter’s attention and sighs gently. “Darling, you’ve gotten all dirty. How about you go take a shower,” She says, making Heaven come back to earth.

She nods excitedly as she always loved bath time and scrambles clumsily to get up. Harry lets out a small laugh at the girl with the clumsiness of a newborn, stumbling fawn and he doesn’t realize how loud he is.

Heaven’s mother freezes as she looks around for the sound and Heaven giggles. “Harry thinks Heaven is funny, mama,” she laughs gleefully as fear rises in her mother’s eyes, but tries to hide it.

“O-Oh, really, sweetheart? Is Harry a n-nice boy?” She worries for the safely of her daughter whether it be her mental health or the fact that there really was a dead boy haunting her child.

Heaven nods quickly, a smile growing wide on her freckled face. “Yes, mama! Harry’s very nice, mama! Yes! Gives me cheek kisses, mama!” She tells as Harry smirks from behind her. Crouching down, he wraps his arms around her and places small kisses on her chubby cheek making her gasp in shock before she giggles wildly.

Heaven’s mother watches in terror as Harry’s transparency dwindles and he begins to appear as a dark outline of a figure, hunched over her daughter with its arms around her.

What shocked her the most was how Harry’s eyes slowly looked up at her and a devilish, evil smirk over came his face. His eyes flickered black and his demon-like, sharp teeth extended as he chuckled wickedly and held onto her daughter tightly.

Harry didn’t like Heaven’s parents much. They always tried to take her away from him and he hated that. He hated that so much and it’s never good when Harry gets angry.

Maybe the reason why he couldn’t get to heaven was because he was possessed by a demon. When he was alive, he dabbled in the dark arts and sometimes went too far. Way too far, resulting in the possession and possibly his and his family’s murder.

The good part of Harry never wanted to be stuck on Earth, in this house. He wanted to be in heaven with his family. The evil part of Harry, a side that was a dark secret, wanted Heaven for himself and would stop at nothing to get her. Both sides of Harry were possessive of Heaven and that was not a good thing, at all.

“HEAVEN!” Her mother screams in panic and horror, making Harry disappear in a second with one last smirk and Heaven to jump in shock and fear. It only takes a moment for Heaven’s bottom lip to wobble and tears to flood her eyes as she hates loud noises, especially sudden yelling that she had no time to prepare for.

She sobs loudly, covering her ears and rubbing them as she shakes her head. Her mother notices her mistake and goes to comfort her, but the second she tries to step forward, Harry appears right in front of her. His eyes were dark as night and his rage filled face sent terror down her spine.

How dare she scare my angel? He thinks as thunder reverberates through the old home. As his anger grows, he begins sucking the energy from all the electrical units in the house, making himself stronger.

The lights flicker on and off wildly and suddenly, the room goes completely dark. The only sounds were Heaven’s small whimpers and her mother’s heavy, shaky breathing. In a second, lightning strikes outside and Harry’s normally kind and handsome but now terrifying face becomes illuminated.

“GET OUT,” he roars as he lifts his hand and Heaven’s mother flies out of the doorway and onto the hallway floor.  The door slams shut behind her and all the lights flicker back on.

Heaven sits there curled up on the floor, her eyes blurry as she tries to calm herself down. Through her tear-filled vision, she sees Harry crouching down in front of her and collecting her in his arms, his face normal and calm again.

“Why you hurt mama, Harry? Why you hurt mama?” Heaven asks, gripping onto his shirt as he sighs and continues calming himself down.

“I didn’t hurt your mama, sweetheart. She just wanted to fly,” Harry comes up with a quick excuse and smiles as Heaven’s mouth forms an ‘o’ and she nods in understanding.

“Now, are those tears on your pretty face? What are they doing there?” Harry coos, wiping her tears with his thumbs. 

“Don’t like loud noises, Harry! I don’t! I don’t, Harry! No loud noises,” she mumbles as he picks her up and starts for the bathroom.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. You’re okay now,” he sighs as he places her on the sink counter. “Wanna take your shower? Make you feel better,” She nods, holding her arms up for him innocently.

Harry’s eyes widen as he gulps lightly. “Okay…” He comments softly, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and helping her pull it over her head. The soft swell of her breasts and her tiny, pale pink nipples are the first thing he sees and if he could breathe, his probably would have stopped.

She isn’t wearing a bra, Harry swears in his head as he fights to control himself. Looking up, he sees she is out of it and gazing at the ceiling as she kicks her legs back and forth, not even caring she was half naked in front of him.

Harry coughs lightly and helps her out of her pajama pants and underwear next, careful not to catch a glimpse below her waist this time. He was a gentleman, not some creep wanting a peep show.

Collecting her in his arms, he helps her to the shower and starts the water. As soon as it’s the correct temperature, he opens the glass door and gives her bottom a little pat as she walks in.

“I’ll be right out here, angel,” he comments, making her nod as she becomes lost in a trance as she stares at the waterfall of droplets coming from the shower.

For a moment, Harry skims around Heaven’s bedroom and plays with the random objects he had no idea were possible.

Grabbing a small, black box, he furrows his eyebrows as he stares at it. Seeing a red button that said power underneath it, he presses it and jumps when the larger, box like object flashes on and starts blaring sound.

“Oh, bloody hell, they have actors stuck in boxes… At least they talk now,” he curses as he watches in shock at the moving, talking pictures.

Moving closer, he surveys the box and tries to look behind it, seeing just the wall. “How the hell?” He mumbles as he comes back to the front and taps it lightly.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” He calls as he tries to get the actors attention but to no avail. “Stupid,” he mumbles, pressing the red button again and turning the moving picture box off again.

Sighing as he becomes bored, he walks back into the bathroom to see if Heaven was finished. Seeing the glass fogged up and her humming a small tune, he walks closer and taps on the glass.

Seeing the fuzzy image of her turn, he uses his pointer finder and draws a heart against the fogged glass as he smiles.

“Harry,” she giggles as she puts her hand against the glass where his was placed.

“Love Harry,” she mumbles quietly after she places a kiss against the glass but Harry still hears it.

He could actually feel his nonexistent heartbeat stop and he slowly opens the shower door. She states at him, biting her lip innocently as she makes no move to cover herself. The steam of the shower billows around them as Harry begins to take off his clothes.

After he is naked, he takes a step into the shower as Heaven gasps lightly, backing up so he could have room. They stand there for a moment, the hot water trickling down their backs as they stare at each other in adoration.

“Harry loves Heaven,” he murmurs softly as he grabs her hand. Heaven smiles, joy filling her heart as she leans up and places her hand against the back of his neck. Standing on her tiptoes, she places her lips against his, like all the movies have shown her, as he stands there in surprise.

Addicted to the tingling shocks that spread through her at the feel of his soft lips, she does it a few more times as Harry finally snaps out of it and begins to kiss back.

Harry begins to laugh in glee as he wraps his arms around her. He had been alone and depressed all these years and suddenly he had a purpose; a purpose to stop looking for the light and stay with his one true love. He knew he never got to live his life to the fullest and now he could.

Coming to terms with this, he pulls back to place kisses all over her face. Heaven squeals and tries to fight him off the best she can as she becomes weak with laughter.

“I love you! I love you! I love you!” He whispers over and over as his kisses become less playful and more meaningful. His arms wrap around her tighter as he pulls her close and rests her head in the crook of his neck.

“Tell me how much you love me?” He feels his evil side begin to appear as it wants its own part on Heaven’s love. He gently strokes her hair as he lets his demon side come through and his eyes turn pitch black.

“Very much, Harry. Heaven love Harry very much,” she mumbles, clutching into his warm, muscular back as she revels in the only person she allows to touch her.

“Hmm, you do, do you? Would you do anything for me?” He hums as Heaven barely notices the change in character.

“Yes, everything. Would do everything for Harry. Heaven loves Harry. Harry nice to me. Not like mean boys at old school,” she begins to ramble and repeat her love for him but Harry shushes her lightly, calming her down and continues to stroke her hair.

“Everything?” He catches her slip up as he begins to smirk. She nods into his neck, her nails digging into his back a bit.

“Would you…. Would you die for me, Heaven?” He asks the question he’s been waiting to ask since he met her.

He feels her freeze as she comprehends his question. Her breathing is a bit shaky as she pulls back and stares into his eyes, his dark, inky eyes, without fear.


That one word is all Harry needed.


Hope you enjoyed! What did you think? If you want a part three please let me know! x -E

heaven is a place where you spell my name with the clouds of your fingertips

dear Em,

I’m no longer a young man
afraid of becoming an old one
I’m now an older man
afraid of growing older

I’m not afraid of death
I’ve been buried
so many times already
I’ve lost count of the cats
no longer reincarnating
in the lower bookshelves
boxes of my bones

I tried to Google how many
are still left that might
call my body home
but the only result returned
was “enough for you to
not worry about”

I still worry
I wonder if our spirits
will ever speak again
at 2AM while our tongues lay silent
I wonder if this space between my arms
will ever be filled so our hearts can
wave at each other
will these hands find your palms
so our fingers dance across
our knuckles?

a funny thing happened
I floated up through the atmosphere
I thought I would float
past the moon but as soon
as I got into space
I started falling again
my speedometer said
I reached terminal velocity
but then it broke
I’m not sure what that means
I only know they say
space doesn’t have gravity
just gravitational forces
but I burnt my nose
in the sun as I fell through
I just kept going

maybe I’m the sun now
maybe if I rotate
you’ll be pulled a little more to me
every day until our spirits join
through sweaty sheets
your chest and mine finally meet
your hands get pulled
into the black holes of my fingers
stay there with no grasp of time

I think a cat lost a life
with that last line
I wish I knew which one
so I could apologise

did you know a cat can get wings?
anytime I see blond hair
anytime I see blue eyes
anytime I hear Free Fallin’
anytime I watch the sunset
anytime I see a family
anytime I write poetry
anytime I wake up
anytime I fall asleep
anytime I breathe
that’s why I Googled
how many were left
pretty soon cats will just evolve
to be born with wings

let me cut this poetic shit
I love you
I know you might not
I know you moved on
what am I supposed to do now?
I know you don’t have the answer
I know I’m supposed to be stronger
than this

I’m no longer a young man
growing into a shadow

I’m just an old man
growing older
with a soft spot for cats


Runaway (1/1)

Summary: After Trini runs away, it caused a rupture in the Rangers’ friendship. Now 6 years later, Kimberly and Trini unexpectedly meet.

AN: Slight Jason and Kimberly but ya know… Trimberly

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The night the Rangers graduated high school, they had set up camp and drank alcohol near the fire and under the moon.

“Happy Birthday to you!” The group ended the song. Kimberly held the cake in her hands in front of Trini. Trini looked behind the candles into Kim’s smiling face.

Trini blew the candle of her yellow cake that Kimberly herself made.

“What did you wish for?” Kimberly placed the cake on top of the folding table that Jason had brought. “Cut that for me, babe” Kimberly told Jason.

Trini shrugged her shoulders, “I guess for our friendship to last… no matter what happens” Trini gave her traditional smirk to the group. Kimberly smiled and she hugged the youngest Power Ranger.

“Always” Kimberly whispered. Oh, how Trini wished this hug wasn’t platonic. Kimberly broke the hug, “Alright guys, I actually got gifts for everyone.” Kimberly grabbed her bag and took out 5 white boxes. The group huddled around the fire.

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nostalgia is a feeling and place and a moment trapped between time all at once

the feeling of the cold wind nipping at your face, the dark night sky caging you in yet freeing you all the same. the feeling of the rough dirt against your bare feet. walking through a forest you know nothing of. the freezing air heavy in your lungs. you feel alive, untouchable.

the forest is a place to call home. its night creatures wandering all around you. yet you feel no fear. the trees and their green green leaves. a place twisted with dark magic and man made destruction. a home among homes. the heavens made human.

you think just for a moment, passing between times, that life is so vast yet so small. you feel boxed in knowing you have nowhere to run that is not on the very earth you were born in. soon, you understand, the moment will be over. the night sky will glitter and the feeling and the place and the moment, all trapped between time is gone. nothing but the whispers and wind of a past even gods cant run from.