phone speakers

i keep tellin my family, despite all the ‘nice’ shit my dad does that he rly hates us all, like this nigga is so evil to the core and they’re all just blind to the shit, but tonight they all saw it and i’m like yall been tellin me i’m cold and unappreciative toward this dude despite what all he’s done for me and now u see why, the level of exposé that happened tonight was surreal, my sis had everyone sit at the table to clear the air bc my dad truly been actin out these past few months, she put his mama on speaker phone so she could hear, and she called out every single lie and us vice versa, and he got so angry he tried to fight my sister like she was some nigga, my lil brother had to jump up and hold him back, he’s always hated her since she was like 13 and that anger just rly built up tonight, anyway he completely dead to her, and bitch me too, foh i hate this nigga so much he’s so sick

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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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!

What if in season 4, maybe in the 3rd episode, the episode starts with Mary pointing a gun again at Sherlock. With a phone on speaker between them.

They are in an unknown location. That’s what the SWAT team is searching for in the trailer.

And John is in the car as shown in the trailer and he actually went his own way to search for Sherlock. And Mary is actually talking with John.

“You should tell him now John. He doesn’t have much time left.”

“Tell him what?”

John’s voice trembles.

Mary, suppressing a chuckle.

“The things you wanted to say, but never said.”

And John’s car crashes.

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.

Preference #2 - He Hears You Singing One of His Songs -Harry

A/N: Gif not mine.

You lay back on the bed of your hotel room, staring up the white ceiling, wondering what exactly you were doing here. Harry had invited you along, but you still didn’t feel like you belonged here. You picked up your phone, scrolling through the music videos, and pressed play on your favorite music video with Harry, Perfect. You waited until Harry’s part came on, and started to sing along with his voice.

“But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, and if you like having secret little rendezvous, if you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do, then baby, I’m perfect, baby, I’m perfect for you.” You sang. You listened to the rest of the boys parts, waiting for Harry’s voice to sound out through your phone’s speaker again.

“But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, and if you like having secret little rendezvous, if you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do, then baby, I’m perfect, baby, I’m perfect for you. And if you like driving with the windows down, and if you like going places we can’t even pronounce, if you like to do what you’ve been dreaming about, then baby, you’re perfect, baby, you’re perfect, so let’s start right now. And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out, and if you’re looking for someone to write your break-up songs about, baby, I’m perfect, baby, we’re perfect. If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, and if you like having secret little rendezvous, if you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do, then baby, I’m perfect, baby, I’m perfect for you. And if you like midnight driving with the windows down, and if you like going place we can’t even pronounce, if you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about, then baby you’re perfect, baby you’re perfect, so let’s start right now.” You waited until the song finished, tears leaking out of your eyes, before shutting out of the video.

“Hi, love.” Harry’s quiet voice said. You jumped slightly, sitting up and turning to face him.

“Harry. What are you doing back here so soon?” You inquired, biting the inside of your cheek. “I thought that you were going to straight to the venue after touring the city.”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to come to the concert.” Harry murmured, taking a seat next to you on the bed.

“I’d love to,” You quietly said, looking over at him and hoping he wouldn’t ask why you were listening to that song and crying. When you moved to stand, Harry took your hand in his, keeping you seated next to him.

“Please tell me what you’re thinking, love. Why were you crying? Did someone say something to you?” Harry inquired.

“No, no one said anything to me. I just…I feel like I don’t belong, Harry. This world….it’s different from what I’m used to.” You murmured, your eyes focused on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Harry quietly said, his hand reaching out and gently touching yours. “I didn’t think. I’ve been in this world for so long, that I didn’t think about how unused to it you are. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, Harry. I just need to figure out how I fit into this part of your life.” You murmured.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Harry asked, his eyes widening, horror written across his features.

“No, of course not! I want to be with you. I want to come to your concert tonight.” You replied. Harry wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“Thank you, love,” He whispered, before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Thank you so much.”

“Thank you, Harry. Let’s go, shall we? Don’t want the others wondering where we are.” You said, taking his hand and standing. Harry stood as well, and the two of you walked out of your hotel room, fingers entwined.

Written by Angel xx

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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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!

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.

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little-kayla  asked:

hi!! do you have any tips for long distance bedtime routines?

Sure! I’m assuming you’ve already read my bedtime tips post! So, this post will just build upon all of that!

Bedtime Tips for LDR CGLRE!

1. AUDIO ONLY. 

If you want to speak to your caregiver until you fall asleep, it’s best to do it with audio only. Screens have blue lighting in them that halts melatonin production, which keeps you from falling asleep, etc, etc. Not only that, but light in general will keep your brain from getting sleepy. In the natural world, when the sun goes down, that’s it. There’s no more light. We evolved to sleep when the sun went down, when there was no light. So, use your phone, preferable on speaker. Or cover your laptop with some heavy material. I know you may want to sleep “with them” but it’s bad for your sleepy schedule and theirs!

2. To the CGs: Set up a routine!

This is the exact same as my other post. Have your little on a schedule before bedtime. Remind them to do their nightly things. Make sure they don’t do anything that will prevent them from falling asleep easily, like eating sugar before bed or hot baths. THEN REWARD THEM with a nice long bedtime story to wind down. 

3. To the CGs: BEDTIME STORIES ARE IMPORTANT. 

I know it may seem hard to make this a habit, but it’s really one of the best ways to spend time with your little at bedtime. THIS IS ESPECIALLY TRUE if you’re both super busy and don’t have much time to spend time together in general. Storytime sets aside time every day for them to be little and for you to interact with them in their little headspace. Not only is this good for the two of you, it’s good for them. It relieves stress and helps send them off with sweet dreams. 

4. To the CGs: The three questions!

This is just something I personally like to do with my long distance littles. Like, especially if I’ve been really busy. After storytime, ask them these three things: What was your favorite part of the day? What was your least favorite part of the day? What are you looking forward to tomorrow? This AGAIN gives you two some time together at the end of the day, it gives them time to be littles, and it’s a good way to wind down after a story. 

5. To the littles: Don’t do the guilt trip!

I know you may want one more story. I know you may not want to go to bed. I know you may want to spend as much time with your CG as possible. But sleeping is important. For the both of you. A little bit of playing and wanting more is okay, but there’s a line. And if you cross it too many times, you may make bedtime a less enjoyable occurrence for your CG. Please try to be fair, especially if they have something important the next day like work or school. 

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All I Want for Christmas is You - Dean Ambrose X Reader

Since I am Ambrose Trash I need some fluff to hold me off til Christmas. So Merry Christmas to all of my followers, and those who don’t celebrate..happy holidays ♥ I am also sorry that it is short..

Tagging: @ambrose-asylum-ft-mitch @somewhereovertheraynebow @xxmandarxx

Originally posted by deandeeds

You sit there on your big queen size bed. Rolls of Christmas themed paper litter the spots around you. You sigh as you gently fold a pair of blue jeans and place them in a gift box. Christmas music quietly plays out of your phones speaker. It was another Christmas Eve without Dean. 

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