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Auston Matthews - Part 27

Here we go again… 

My phone rings as I climb back into my car after getting groceries. Looking at the caller ID, Alex’s name flashes across the screen and I answer.

               “Hey girl,” I say, putting her on speaker phone as I start my car up.

               “Hey! How’s it going?” Alex says, overly cheerful like usual when she calls me nowadays since I let slip that Auston and I actually went on our first date over three weeks ago. Ever since then she has been all over me.

               “Everything is great!” I say, my mind wandering to last night and my cheeks flush.

               “Going to the game tonight?” Alex asks.

               “Unfortunately, no. Riley, my lab partner is coming over because we are way behind… or so he says,” I grumble into the phone, pulling out into traffic.

               “Riley is a boy?”

               “Yeah?” I make a face. “Why?”

               “Where are you working?” Alex asks, ignoring my own question.

               “My house, why?” I ask again.

               “Is Auston okay with that?”

               “Um I didn’t ask him permission because he’s not my mother?” I snap into the receiver. “What is with you? I’m twenty-one years old, I think I can decide things on my own without asking my nineteen year old boyfriend.”

               “Whoa calm down, I didn’t mean to upset you… Auston is just well… he can be a jealous person,” Alex says quickly, clearly not wanting my temper directed her way, even if she is hundreds of miles away.

               “There is not a single thing to be jealous about. I’ve gone to every home game since I moved to Toronto, I think he will be okay if I miss one due to school,” I sigh into the phone, rolling my eyes.

               “I know, I’m just telling you. I doubt that if Auston knew that your partner was a boy…” she starts and as if she can feel my temper rising through the phone she quickly changes the subject to the boy that Breyana is currently pinning after.

               My mind stays on the previous conversation though. Would Auston be mad? I don’t think so, he doesn’t have a single thing to be jealous about…

               “Y/N?”

               Alex’s voice breaks me out of my trance and I wonder if the light I just passed under was green or not.

               “What?” I ask.

               “I asked you if you’ve gotten anymore charms for your bracelet yet,” Alex laughs through the phone.

               “Oh,” my eyes flash to my wrist and back to the road. “No, I haven’t. Didn’t really think about it actually. You know me, I would need to get two so that it’s balanced,” I say.

               “True, forgot you’re my little OCD baby,” Alex teases through the phone and I scowl at the road.

               “Well I’m almost home so…” I trail and I can practically feel her roll her eyes at me through the phone.

               “Fine, I’ll talk to you later,” Alex says and we hang up after saying goodbye right as I pull into my driveway.

               I spend my morning color coding my notes and organizing everything that Riley and I will need for this evening. Glancing at the clock which is showing 3:45, I guess that my mom is done with work for the day and call her. Just like I do every day.

               “Hi, mama,” I say when she answers.

               “Hi, baby,” my mom says back to me, I can hear my dad in the background babbling away.

               “Is dad on the phone?” I ask.

               “Yes, we are in the car on the way to Detroit for their game. It’s not as fun without you,” she admits and I feel my heart break a little.

               “I wish I was there with you,” I say softly into the phone, wanting my mom to hug me and pet my hair while my dad makes his famous hot chocolate with a shot of Irish Cream in it. The only time I’ve gotten homesick the last four weeks is when Auston goes on the road, meaning pretty much all my friends are on the road as well.

               “I think your dad is coming to Toronto next week for a game, he’s excited to see you,” she says and my heart lifts up inside me.

               “Really?” I squeal and my dogs come bounding into the room, most likely thinking I stepped on one of their toys.

               “And I’ll see you in thirteen days for your cousins wedding,” she adds and I smile.

               “I know! I can’t wait mama!”

               “Your father is giving me a dirty look, I think he wants me to stop talking over him on his phone call,” she muses and I roll my eyes.

               “Alright, I’ll talk to you later, love you,” I say.

               “Love you too, baby,” she whispers and hangs up the phone. I place my phone on the counter, my mood sufficiently improved just from a minute conversation with my mom.

               I open a snapchat from Auston that I had gotten earlier, the others have calmed down a bit on their obsession with embarrassing Auston and now I only get a few snaps from them during the day. This one is a picture of his food and the caption, ‘im worked up about the game. Relieve my stress?’ I roll my eyes and take a picture of my legs from my position leaning against the counter, sending him back a ‘not in the way you’re insinuating.’

               Right away he snaps me back, this time of his face, a pout firmly in place. I take another picture of my legs this time captioning it, ‘if that’s what you wanted in a girlfriend then you chose the wrong one. I relieve stress in other ways.’

               Again, he responds right away, a mirror picture of his perfect suit. ‘then im on my way.’ I giggle and walk to the mirror in my downstairs bathroom and send him a picture back. ‘Nope, doors are locked.’

               This time results in a phone call full of pouting, teasing and promises that I make him to get him to stop pouting.

               “Go to your game, Auston,” I finally say, exasperated as usual when I talk to him on the phone.

               “Fine. Hopefully I score on the ice because it sounds like I’m not when I go to bed tonight,” he muses and I giggle.

               “Shut up, you don’t technically score any other night actually,” I remind him and I can hear him huff at me through the phone.

               “Not for lack of trying, babe. Not for lack of trying,” he pouts again and I know he’s shaking his head in exaggeration.

               “Oh whatever,” I roll my eyes. “Good luck, I’ll be watching from my couch all night,” I say.

               “I’ll take what I can get. Can I come over after?” He asks.

               “Is that even a question?” I ask. “You leave tomorrow for four days, gotta take advantage of your body while I can,” I tease and bite my lip waiting for his response.

               “Who taught you to talk like that?” Auston snaps after a moment and I giggle. “You can’t do that to a man before a big game, Y/N.” He scolds and I laugh harder.

               “Bye, Auston,” I whisper and he sighs.

               “Bye, babe. I’ll see you later,” he promises and we hang up.

               I turn around to see both of my dogs staring at me.

               “What? You’re girls, you know how it is,” I defend myself against their judgmental stares. “If I play ball will you stop staring at me?” I ask and their heads tilt at the mention of a ball.

               I spend the rest of the day until Riley gets here tiring my dogs out as best I can so they aren’t pestering me all night again. I hear a car door slam in front of the house and rush my hounds inside, telling them to behave as I go to open the front door.

               “Hey,” I say, taking a step back so Riley can cross the threshold. All 6’2’’ of his slim frame making its way into my living room. I notice his hat is covering his blonde hair along with his ears and I smile at the thought of Auston and his stupid hat.

               “Hey, nice place. Much better than a crammed apartment,” Riley grins at me and I laugh.

               “I can only imagine, you can put your things on the coffee table,” I gesture and he follows behind me. “Want anything to drink?” I ask, stepping into the kitchen as he pauses to put his things down.

               “Water would be nice, thank you,” he responds, taking a seat on the couch and organizing his things among mine on the table. As I come back into the living room with his water and a pop for myself I have to laugh.

               “You color code your notes too?” I ask, handing him his water. His fingers brush mine as he takes the glass.

               “Of course, I don’t get how people can learn when things aren’t organized,” he says grinning at me and I laugh again.

               “I thought I was the only one,” I squat down onto the floor and flip open my binder. “I thought we would start on Ganymede and Callisto and then work our way down to the smaller moons of Jupiter,” I say glancing at him. His blue eyes are on me and he quickly clears his throat and nods.

               “Yeah, great idea,” he says and I hear almost a little annoyance in this tone.

               “Okay, did you want to take Callisto so we can go a bit faster?” I ask, deciding to ignore my previous thought.

               “In a hurry for something?” Riley asks, definitely annoyed this time. I flush and shake my head.

               “No, it’s just you’re here to work on our project… I just thought we could get more done tonight if we broke each section into parts and went from there,” I stammer, confused at his tone.

               Riley stares at me a moment, an odd look on his face then he blinks several times and rubs his face.

               “I didn’t mean to snap at you, Y/N. I’m sorry, I just get stressed out with group work. You’re so much more advanced than I am for this class and I’m just not used to it,” he says and I relax, I hadn’t even realized my body was as tense as a coiled spring.

               “No worries,” I say a bit awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.

               “You can take Callisto, I’ll do Ganymede,” he smiles at me, reaching for his binder. I notice his teeth are incredibly straight and whiter than the wall behind him.

               I give him a tight smile and nod, taking my book out and flipping through it, grateful for something else to look at.

               Riley seems to relax a bit more the longer we work. Once seven comes around I stand to turn on the Leafs game, though the settings were still set to the Xbox so I have to get up and manually change the input. When I bend down to reach the switch I glance over my shoulder at Riley.

               “Mind if I turn the game on?” I ask, his eyes flash to mine from where they had been trained on my behind. I open my mouth, not sure how to go about the fact that I just caught him checking me out.

               Riley seems oblivious and grins at me. “That’s fine,” and then he proceeds to talk hockey with me for a few minutes after I get the T.V situated and take my place back on the floor across from him. I never letting on that I’m dating a player and newly best friends with another couple. People in Toronto tend to get really excited when you let slip that you know Leafs players, a lesson I learned very well.  

               We are able to work in comfortable silence for the entire first period. Though once intermission hits he pushes his laptop away from him and stretches his arms above his head.

               “So how has Canada been treating you so far, Y/N?” Riley asks, leaning back into the couch and looking down at me.

               “It’s been fine so far,” I say only glancing at him before narrowing in on my textbook again. “Enjoyable,” I add.

               “Had much time to go out and meet new people?” He continues and I give up on reading. I look up from my book, putting it back on the coffee table.

               “I already knew a few people before moving, but yes, I’ve made several friends,” I can see where this conversation is going and I’m scrambling for a response.

               Riley nods, his eyes still on me. He has a cute face, more along the lines of ‘let me pinch your cheeks’ rather than Auston’s ‘let’s make out’ face. His hair is styled very precisely, longer at the top and shorter below, he wears expensive clothes which I find ironic that he complains about having to have roommates to afford his apartment.

               “Been to any clubs?” He asks and I breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t ask what I thought he would.

               “Nope, not a club person,” I give him a tight smile and tense when I hear Auston’s voice. I whip around but it’s only the T.V and he’s doing an intermission interview before the beginning of the second period. My heart fills as I listen to him spew out his typical clinches about what they need to do better in the next period, being down one to nothing. I suddenly wish more than anything that I was at the arena sitting with a few of the other girlfriends and wives.

               “You a fan of him?” Riley asks me and look to see him nodding at the T.V. “He’s a great player.”

               “I’ve seen better,” I mutter, looking back at the screen with a smile on my face.

               “Oh shit, I just realized I never grabbed dinner like I said I would!” Riley exclaims and I jump, startled at the sudden outburst. “I’m so sorry. I completely forgot!”

               “Oh, don’t worry about it!” I reassure him. “If you’re hungry I can put a pizza in the oven or something,” I give him a smile and he returns one.

               “Could you? I hate to ask, but I’m starving,” he rubs his stomach in exaggeration.

               “Yeah, of course,” I say, getting to my feet and making my way into the kitchen and digging through my freezer. A few minutes later I have the oven heated and a pizza cooking.

               I squat down onto the floor again, ready to get set on the next part of the project. Riley and I fall back into a slightly less comfortable silence because he glances at me every few minutes and then looks quickly away when I catch him. It’s nothing. He can look all he wants.

               However, when the oven timer goes off, I practically run into the kitchen, peeking over the counter at him as I crouch down. He isn’t watching the game like I thought he would be, instead he’s looking at my phone on the table which just vibrated with what sounded like a snapchat notification. I think about my screen saver, a picture of Auston with my two dogs sleeping on the couch. Oh boy.

               I take my time getting the pizza out and cutting it.

               “Uh, pizza’s ready,” I call out to him. “Help yourself.” I give him a tight smile as I make my way back to my place at the coffee table.

               Riley eyes me a minute before standing and going to get his own plate.

               “Thank you,” he calls over his shoulder and I nod even though he isn’t looking.

               I look up in time to see 34 flash across the screen, streaking down the ice and finishing with a beautiful forehand shot beating the Oilers goalie top shelf. I sigh in admiration, grinning at the screen.

               “So… is he one of the ‘friends’ you already had here,” Riley says, settling back down on the couch and I notice the emphasis on ‘friends’ and I know exactly who he is referring to.

               “Yes,” I answer, a bit snappier than I had intended but I hope he gets my tone.

               “Lucky guy,” Riley mutters and I scowl at the T.V. annoyed beyond belief.

               “Well,” I say putting my now empty plate on the coffee table. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

               Riley nods and double tasks, eating and writing. I calm down as the silence takes back over, the only sound being the announcers on the T.V.

               We both look up at the screen as 34 streaks across the ice again, scoring once more in overtime to give the Leafs a two to one victory. Riley and I cheer and even high five, though I notice his hand lingers even after I pull mine away. I glance at the clock and know that Auston should be here in the next hour. Eyeing Riley for a moment, I decide it’s probably best that Riley isn’t here when Auston comes. Doing a quick estimate, I think I can get enough done to satisfy him to call it a night on the project if I do most of the work myself, he was right, I really am way above his level with this stuff.

               I get to work doing just that, Riley stares at me as my hands fly from my book to my computer to my pen and back again.

               “Um… we have a few days left to work on this…” he says after a few minutes.

               “Can’t talk, in the zone,” I say, nonchalantly checking the time on my phone.

               Forty-five minutes later I slam my book closed and yawn.

               “Alright, Riley. I think we call it a night,” I say around my large, fake yawn and he raises his eyebrows. He sat there doing almost nothing while I did all but the conclusion of the project.

               “Um, yeah… okay…” he says and there’s another funny tone to his voice. With incredibly slowness he starts to pack this things away and I resist the urge to stuff everything into his bag and rush him out the door. But that would be weird. Instead I sit there pretending to watch the T.V. screen, wondering to myself why I’m suddenly so nervous. You’re letting what Alex said get to you. You’ve seen the way Riley has been looking at you all night. If someone was looking at Auston that way you would be jealous.

               I get to my feet and wander into the kitchen just as lights shine into my living room from someone pulling into the drive way. Oh no, oh no! I chant in my head, glancing at Riley I see he’s paused in his packing and is looking out the window. I stand stiff as a board in the kitchen not knowing what to do.

               The front door opens and in walks Auston, holding his overnight bag in his hand. He looks over at me and smiles until he catches sight of Riley sitting on my couch staring at him. His smile instantly vanishes along with my stomach.

Siren

Summary: So could you do one where the pack (you’re Scott’s or Derek’s neighbor) and they hear you sing? And like you’re v v good. Low Alto (Elvis, Luke Bryan, lower voice artists ex Shawn Mendes) and yeah.

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale, Stile Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Scott McCall

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 517

Request: Anon

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Spoonie Acts of Witchery

AKA low-spoon-friendly witchy things dedicated to @falloutfae

• Lighting a candle (especially a battery/flame less one; don’t need to worry about being vigilant like a normal candle)

• Opening a window (even slightly) to bring fresh air/energy and whisk away stale energy

• Keeping an “e-Shrine”, such as a Tumblr sideblog. Reblogs can be a cast spell or a techno witch offering for a deity

• Unable to do kitchen witchery? Nope! Even something like blessing your food/drink with intent, or putting a pinch of salt on your plate to cleanse before you eat, counts.

• Putting your phone on speaker to play a song to use as a spell. Sing, hum, read, or focus along to the lyrics.

• Placing a crystal next to a glass of water to charge the drink with your intent, sip it when you feel it’s ready

• Placing an item to charge on top/below/against your plugged in phone/other device. As the device is charged, as is your magical item


Feel free to add on if you’re a spoonie/chronically ill/disabled witch!

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As the song ended and you fought to catch your breath clapping came from the doorway to the loft.  Whipping around you managed to huff out a laugh at a smirking Peter.  “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.”  He teased, stepping in and letting the door slide shut behind him.  “Can you show me again how you did that leg thing?  It was marvelous to watch.”  Rolling your eyes you disconnected your phone from the speaker and, ignoring Peter’s protests, headed into the kitchen to grab yourself a water bottle.

time for sleep

You play white noise through an app on your phone to help you drift off while the streetlamps blaze outside your bedroom window and then you flip to your left side but that’s not comfortable so you toss back to your right. Feels like you haven’t been asleep for long but the bedside clock glowing 3:10 in an unnatural shade of green tells you otherwise and then you close your eyes again and there you go back to the left side while the sound of beach waves plays from the tiny phone speaker. An odd lucid dream about a man in a plaid shirt. It seems to go on forever and then your eyes are open to the clock and it’s still 3:10 but it can’t be because you had a dream and it lasted for… minutes? Right side. Drifting off. Another dream. Insects? Big black eyes. Left. Right. Eyes open again and there are no streetlights or waves and how is it still 3:10 it was three ten so long ago then you scratch your forehead because of the itch, and also the itch is on your arms so you scratch them too and try to flip to your right but you can’t. And now you can’t scratch either or move your fingers or move anything why can’t you move anything and he’s standing right over you. The man in the plaid shirt is standing right over you and you feel like you can’t breathe but you can’t close your eyes even though you keep trying and no it’s not a man it’s an insect but yet it’s not even an insect but the eyes are so big oh god they are so big and black and empty and the clock still says 3:10 even though you can’t move your eyes to see it but you know it does because it always does. It’s so dark and so quiet and every night it comes and every night you itch and freeze and swallow your silent screams and then forget.

It’s 3:11. The streetlights illuminate your room and the sounds of ocean waves splash into your ears. Time for sleep.

No Secrets (Daveed x Reader) Platonic

WC: 1394

A/N: Hope everyone’s having a great day!

“I was asked to do a Late Night interview,” Daveed said one night after you had finished watching a movie in his apartment. You were packing up your backpack, getting ready to head out and begin your walk home.

“That’s awesome, D. When?”

“Next week, you wanna come?” His eyes rounded out, pleading ever so slightly. You laughed your agreement, nodding.

“I’ll forward you the email with the information. I’ll pick you up at your apartment night-of, and then we can go together,” Daveed was grinning, pleased that you wanted to go with him. You left his apartment, heading back to your own.


“What am I wearing? What are you wearing? You’re the one going on Late Night TV,” you said into your phone, which was on speaker as you finished pinning your hair in place. You could hear Daveed sigh on the other end of the line.

“I’m just wearing a suit. People are still going to see you though, in the green room. You can’t be wearing sweatpants,” he teased, knowing your preference for comfortable clothes.

“Relax, Diggs. I’m wearing a dress and sandals. My hair is braided and tied back. Happy?” You shot back at him.

“Yes I am. I’m outside your building now. Get your butt down here,” he said lightheartedly. You grabbed your keys from the table and exited your apartment, doing your best not to trip down the stairs. You were almost successful up until the stairs that led down to the street. Your sandal got caught on the cement, and you felt yourself falling forward. Luckily, a pair of strong arms caught you.

“If we weren’t friends, you would be dead, I swear (Y/N),” Daveed was stifling a laugh. You rolled your eyes.

“Let’s just go, you’re gonna be late if I keep almost dying.”


Personally, you didn’t like it when Daveed did interviews. Your best friend was shy and awkward when put into situations like this, traits not many people knew. You felt like the world didn’t get to see the real Diggs that you were friends with.

“Aw, look at our boy all grown up,” Rafa pretended to wipe away a tear. You joined his jest, pulling a tissue out of your pocket and dabbing at your eyes.

“Soon he’ll be out in the world on his own, leaving me with you,” you teased. Rafa had met Daveed first, in California. You had met Daveed in New York, at the bar that you worked at. You had bartended one of the cast parties, and Daveed immediately took a liking to you after you gave him sass. Daveed later ended up inviting you to a party a week later (not bartending), where he introduced you to Rafa. The three of you became an inseparable group, though Daveed always joked that one day you and Rafa wouldn’t need him to be the mutual friend anymore.

“So Daveed, I noticed you brought some friends with you, would you like to introduce us?” The host asked. Daveed laughed casually, as cameras were brought into the green room.

“So the fine looking fella on the left is the great Rafael Casal. If you aren’t a fan of his work, you should be. He’s amazing. And the woman on the right is the beautiful, wonderful, (Y/N),” Daveed answered.

“Can we get (Y/N) out here please?” The host asked. The cameraman waved for you to follow him. Rafa gave you an encouraging smile, so you did as you were asked. You walked out onto the stage, in front of the audience, and took a seat on the couch next to Daveed.

“I just wanted to show you guys this tabloid article,” the host pulled a magazine out from under his desk. The image of the article was shown on the screen behind you. Reading the headline, Daveed let out a loud laugh.

“HAMILTON STAR DAVEED DIGGS’ SECRET GIRLFRIEND” The host read aloud. There was a photo of you and Daveed out for lunch attached. The host began reading out bits from the article.

“Hey Diggs, guess what?” Daveed turned to you after the host had asked about your thoughts on the matter.

“What?”

“Apparently we’ve been dating for 3 months!” You said, feigning surprise and excitement. Daveed cracked a smile, lifting his hand for a high five which you gladly accepted.

“I’m glad someone finally told us!” The host and the audience were laughing along with you and Daveed.  

“Just to dispel the rumors, (Y/N) and I are not dating. Never have, never will. And she’s not pregnant with my child either,” he added for good measure.

“I thought we had something special,” you pouted. Daveed’s eyes flickered with worry before he realized you were joking.

“Just kidding, Diggs and I are just best friends.” You confirmed. The host seemed satisfied with your answer, sending the show to commercial before talking to you and Daveed. Rafa came running out onto the set, throwing his arms around you and Daveed’s shoulders.

“Thank you for being on the show,” the host said. Daveed gave him a kind smile, but Rafa interrupted his response.

“Thanks for having us, we’ve had a great time. Now I have to get these crazy kids home,” he teased. You left the studio with your boys, happy they were in your life.


“Will you come over after the show?” You asked Daveed as you stood in his dressing room a day later, getting ready to go to work.

“Of course. I’m going to Stage Door first, so I might be later than normal. Then I’ll have to sneak out so the paparazzi doesn’t see me and get any ideas,” he winked. You straightened out his costume, then left his dressing room saying goodbye to the other cast members on your way out.

As predicted, Daveed entered your apartment late, grinning at the sight of you wrapped in a blanket and curled up on your couch. Your eyes were shut gently and your mouth was slightly agape, your breathing slow and steady. An empty mug of tea was on the coffee table in front of you and the TV flickered with reruns of Friends, signifying your desperate attempt to stay awake for him.

“Wake up, weirdo,” he said, tapping your knee as he sunk down onto the couch next to you. You blinked quickly as you came to, taking a deep breath as your eyes focused on your curly haired best friend.

“Hey,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter. You threw an arm lazily across his abdomen, giving him one of your signature smiles.

“How was the show?” you asked. Daveed laughed heartily, grabbing the TV remote and flipping through the channels.

“Show was great, except I missed one of my cues to move in the Reynolds Pamphlet. Anthony ended up ducking underneath my legs to get to his spot. You would have died laughing. The boys wanted to go out for drinks after too, but I told them I had prior obligations,” he tickled your side to emphasize his point.

“No wonder the world thinks we’re dating. Get it together, Diggs” you teased, pushing his hand away.

“What? I can promise to hang out with you same as I can promise to hang out with the boys!” Daveed defended his actions.

“Whatever. Are you sleeping over tonight?” You asked. Daveed had a tendency to crash at your place when he came over after the show. He always said something about your apartment being closer to the theater than his own, though you weren’t quite sure that was true.

You made your way sleepily into your bathroom and began brushing your teeth. When you finished, you went into your bedroom, seeing Daveed already passed out on your mattress. You climbed under the covers trying not to wake him, though you were unsuccessful. Daveed wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his warm body.

“You ever think about dating me?” He mumbled into the darkness.

“Why are you asking me such a deep question when I’m trying to sleep?” You retorted. Daveed breathed an apology.

“Yeah, I have,” you answered his question anyways.

“Me too.”

“You’ve thought about dating yourself?” You laughed.

“No you weirdo, I’ve thought about dating you,” he said.

“And?”

“You tell me first,” Daveed defended. You were nervous.

“Same time?”

“3, 2, 1.”

Depression • Josh x Reader

You pulled your knees into your chest as tears ran down your cheeks. Tyler and Josh knew you had depression, but they didn’t know how bad it was. They didn’t know you cut. They didn’t know how hard you cried every night. Tears ran down your cheeks as you scrambled up from your sitting position on the floor to search for a blade. You slipped open the drawer and took out a sharp silver blade. You looked down on it and frowned. Why did you have to do this to make yourself feel worth it? You shook your head as your hair fell down across your shoulders. You held the blade tightly and sliced it against the skin on your wrist. A flowing red stream spilt from the cut. The blood dropped across your hand and onto your desk. Tears streamed down onto your sleeves as you tumbled to the floor in a fit of sobs.

“J-Josh.” You croaked into the phone speaker. You heard his breath hitch and heard Tyler’s concerned voice in the background. “What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked some-what calmly, just making you cry more. “I’ll be right over.” He whispered. “Stay alive for me, darling. I love you more than anything.” He said quietly as you mumbled a quick, “okay.”

You scrambled up and quickly applied pressure to your wrist, making it stop bleeding. You sighed in relief as the scarlet droplets ceased. You heard Josh’s car pull into the driveway. “Y/N?!” Tyler and Josh called simultaneously through the house. Footsteps pounded up the stairs until you were greeted with your worried boyfriend standing in the doorway. He yelped out your name and kneeled next to you, hugging you close to his warm and comforting body. “Shh.. Y/N..” He whispered as Tyler walked in. Tyler sat next to you two and rubbed your back.

Josh held your hand tightly, making sharp pains shoot up your scarred arm. You flinched on instinct, alerting the boys. Josh looked at you with concern in his eyes as he stroked the hem of your sweater sleeve. Tyler rubbed the nape of his neck as Josh gently tugged the sleeve up. Your scars were prominent and blood had started to ooze out of some of the cuts.

Tyler’s breathing hitched and Josh gaped at the wounds. You looked up at them sadly and hung your head shamefully. “No..” Josh murmured and hugged you tightly, nuzzling into your hair. “I-I’m sorry.” You hiccuped as he bit his lip. “Don’t be. Next time, talk to me. I know what you’re going through and I can help, I promise.” He whispered and rubbed your back soothingly.

They both lead you into the bathroom to clean and bandage the cuts. Josh kissed every one of them and kept reassuring you that this was only a thing. A thing you could get past with his and Tyler’s help. He wouldn’t stop saying how much he loved you either.

Tyler and Josh stayed at your house that night, watching movies and playing old board games to pass the time that would’ve been spent crying if it weren’t for them. Tyler eventually left and soon it was just you and Josh. “I love you. You know that right?” He mumbled. You nodded and cuddled into his chest.

Josh started yawning, so you wrapped your arms around him. He snuggled into your hair and whispered he loved you over and over again. “I love you too, Joshie.” You slightly giggled. He smiled that smile that could light up a whole room. When you thought he was asleep, he whispered something you would never again.

“Stay alive for me Y/N.”

Authors Note: this is was requested by anonymous, and it’s not as long as I hoped it would be; but I really like it! I hope you like it, if you don’t feel free to message me! I love feedback!

So this happened quite a while back, not too long after I first started my job. (This is the first job I’ve ever had so I wasn’t sure what to expect, but not this.)

We had a lady rush in at about 20 minutes to close and demand to use our phone. “A matter of life and death.” We’re not allowed to make calls from our work phone so either myself or the fryer I work with, G, would have had to have given her one of our personal phones to use. There’s no way to get from the counter we’re behind to the front of the store without going around the back or completely dismantling the range tho, so G offered to put the number in for her and have the phone on speaker phone because there’s no way he was gonna actually give her his phone.

So she agrees to this, but there is something really off about her. She’s shaking and agitated, like she’s ready to lash out at any moment. After she’d left, we suspected she’d been on some kind of drug. But she reads out the phone number and a man answers and, immediately, she starts screaming down the phone. I wish I’d known this blog back when this happened because I can’t remember a lot of the conversation now, but there were comments like, “I need my pills now”, “where the fuck are you?”, “I’m gonna die if you don’t give me the pills”, and it ended with her saying, “fine, I’ll just go home and kill myself then, bye”.

The kinda scary part after all of this tho was that, after she hung up, she was less agitated and actually really courteous and thankful for letting her make that phone call. We called the non-emergency police number after she’d left to let them know what had happened and they said they had a patrol in our area anyway so said they’d keep an eye for her and try and get some details off her if they spotted her.

The whole thing was just super surreal. Our shop is just across the road from a large building that houses recovering drug addicts so we had a feeling she’d come from there. We’ve had worse people come in since then, but for some reason this experience particularly sticks out to me. I haven’t seen her since, but I hope she’s okay.

Sleepy Stilinski

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Request-Being Stiles girlfriend and calling him when you cant sleep so he comes over and lots of cuddling? Also, good luck on your blog!

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“How much do you love me?” I asked as Stiles answered his phone. It was almost two in the morning and I couldn’t sleep, so naturally I thought to call over the one person who can fall asleep in seconds and who also happens to be my boyfriend.
“A lot. Why?” he said, his voice muffled a bit by his face in his pillows. I knew his phone was on speaker and he was half asleep but I had tried everything to go to sleep and nothing was working.
“I can’t sleep, nothing I’ve tried is working and I was hoping that maybe you would get in that Jeep that you love so much and come over.” I answered, almost wincing as I said the last part. Everyone who knows Stiles knows that he loves his sleep, hell he needs his sleep or he becomes a drama queen, but I need my boyfriend. It was silent for a second, silent in my room, silent on the other line, just for a second before I heard movement on Stiles’ end of the call.
“You are lucky that you’re cute. I’ll see you in five.” He yawned out, hanging up and making me smile widely. I got out of bed, grabbing an extra pillow and blanket from my closet know that he would need his own or else I would be cold all night and he would be wrapped up in my blankets. Luckily, I have a full-size bed so there was enough room for two of us, but even with the bed being a good size, we always ended up as close as humanly possible. I’m sure that my hair looked like an utter mess, but I didn’t care and I know Stiles didn’t either. He was coming here to sleep, I could look like a zombie and he wouldn’t care or probably even notice. I put the pillow and blanket on my bed and then walked down stairs and into the kitchen to get some water. I always sleep better when I’m not thirsty and at this point I was just waiting for Stiles. When I heard, his Jeep pull into my drive way, I put the glass of water down and jogged over to the front door, opening it quietly and looking at a sleepy Stiles walk towards me. When he got close, his face illuminated by the porch light, me he gave me a sleepy smile and looked at what I was wearing, his 2nd lacrosse jersey, the one he uses for away games.
“Nice shirt, where did you get it?” He asked causing me to roll my eyes and pull him inside. My parents never cared if Stiles stayed the night because they knew we would never do anything rated R with them in the house but they did care if we woke them up. So, I just took Stiles’ hand and led him upstairs back to my room. Once I shut the door, I looked back at him and kissed his lips ever so softly.
“Thanks for coming over.” I whispered and he just nodded sleepily and looked around my room. My blue lights were on, something I can’t sleep without because the blue light calms me. I was wearing the most comfortable piece of clothing I own, well stole. My hair was still a little wet from the shower I had taken to try to relax. There was only one thing left to do, cuddle with my boyfriend until I fell asleep.
“Okay, sleep.” He said pointing to the bed, I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to it, laying down, with him doing the same. It took us both a second to get under the blankets, now it was just time to try to find a comfortable position. Stiles was laying in the middle of the bed, on his stomach with his arms above his head. I lifted his one arm and snuggled underneath it so my forehead was resting in the crook of his neck. It was a little bit of a weird position for us but I could already feel myself getting sleepy.
“(Y/N)?” He whispered as I snuggled as close to him as I could possible get, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. I just let out a small “mmhmm” wanting him to continue but not wanting to for a real word.
“I missed you. I’m glad you called. Get some rest baby, I love you.” He whispered, kissing my temple before laying back down in our new fount comfortable position.
“Love you too” I mumbled out before I let the sleep take over me. Ever since that night, whenever we sleep together we always end up back in that positon.

Bluetooth and speaker phone FTW. From the outgoing call “I’m meditating right now” Which you can get late night of Day 5.

I do like the look of screentone when something is printed - but it looks so weird when viewed on the web. Hopefully with the new higher res file it will look better when it goes down to web size! 

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Jumin Cheating Fan Fic part 4

Disclaimer: This chapter involves self harm so if that makes you uncomfortable please don’t read! also, sorry that it is short! - Admin Abby

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


Your eyes stung as the last of your tears flowed out.

 Your mind felt hazy and your vision was blurry. You deserved all of this all this pain. Right? You locked yourself in the bathroom, connecting your phone to the speaker and playing the song Drown by Bring Me the Horizon.

 What doesn’t kill you, makes you wish you were dead

. You had found your old blade that you tucked away in your bathroom drawer. You remember telling Jumin about your struggles with self harm and depression and anxiety. He said he loved you and he would always be there for you. A dry chuckle came out of your mouth as you pressed the cold blade against your skin and dragged it against your skin, leaving a cut on your wrist.

The loneliness is haunting me

You watched as the blood slowly dripped down your wrist and onto the cold floor. Your vision was blurred with more tears as you slashed your wrists countless times, the pain had become dull and the music in the background had been drowned out by your sobs. The loneliness was overbearing and you had felt yourself become lost. Without Jumin you were lost.

 And the weight of the worlds getting harder to hold up

 When had you become so weak? When did Jumin become your lifeline? You were independent weren’t you? You slowly began to rock yourself back and forth as you held a towel to your arm, staining it red. Why did it seem so hard to breath? Where did the will to live go? You kept lying to yourself and saying that you were strong, but the truth was you weren’t strong. You were under the impression that you could be alright on your own but Jumin was your light in the dark. Now all that surrounds you is darkness.

 It comes in waves, I close my eyes. Hold my breath and let it bury me.

 You closed your eyes, wanting for it all to be over already. Had you been enough for him, you could’ve been happy. Were you ever truly happy? The waves of depression had always come over you, but your light had help you get though it. You had no guidance now, all alone you couldn’t fight this war against yourself and the only think you could do was let it bury you.

 I’m not okay, and It’s not alright 

 Was it your fault? It had to be.. Jumin wouldn’t cheat on you for no reason. You weren’t okay.. you were dying on the inside and Monster that was hidden deep down was trying to destroy you. Whether it be with self hated or self harm it wanted you gone. You wanted you gone. Maybe this was for the best. No one had truly loves you anyways. Your existence was a bother. You felt so ashamed of yourself. You always knew how worthless and replaceable you were yet you hadn’t believed it but now it seems that the harsh truth had punched you in the stomach.

 Who will fix me now? 

 You were broken, shattered, every piece of you he had managed to break. Your head started to pound now, your blood had started to leak past the towel. Perhaps you had cut too deep? Not that you cared, you wanted it all to end. Would anyone even care to come look for you? No wonder nobody else wanted you. Your broken pieces were scattered all over the floor and it cut anyone who got close. Had you damaged Jumin? Had he gotten tired of your broken soul?

 Save me from myself, don’t let me drown

 There was no other person that hated you as much as you hated yourself. You were the only person that hurt yourself at this moment and you had no intention of stopping now. You were drowning in the waves of depression and you couldn’t swim back to the surface. The song was interrupted by your phone ringing. The familiar of ringtone of your best friend Saeran. He was probably the only one now that could save you from drowning. Perhaps he had always been that light for you. You wanted to reach for the phone but you had all the power drained from you. That dim light was fading now. Your eyes were almost being forced shut and you slowly felt your consciousness giving out. You had began fighting the pain too soon. 

 That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

ohde-de-deer  asked:

this lady came through my line on the phone (speaker phone even lmao) and apparently tried saying something to me about change but she never once looked at me trough the transaction, just talked on the phone. all i heard was "oh well guess she didn't hear me" all snippy and i looked up to her glare lol like. lady. i told her "sorry ma'am i didn't realize you were talking to me" and nodded to her phone. she meekly apologized and left. idk just. irked me ugh