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It was a good few minutes before Yandere came back. He had his pjs on now. He frowned when he found the door locked before plucking two pins out of his hair, and picking it. Good thing you were done when he came in, “Skylar-pai locked the door! No need to do that when I’m around.” He picked you up again, carrying you to the bed. He slipped the two of you under the covers & positioned you to cuddle him again, kissing your forehead, “Now sleep, don’t worry, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”-🥀

I let out a paniced yep as he picked the lock, honestly looking quite nervous when he walked closer “i-i just um… i didnt want people walking in while i was changin- !” I was cut off when he picked me up, relaxing once he put us under the blankets. Though his words were still a but worrying in a way i just smiled up to him, snuggling close to him “thank you yandere… sleep well…”

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I can’t stop thinking about everything. As soon as I got the news, it’s like everything that’s ever happened with us went racing through my head and I relived it just for a split second. I remember meeting you at my freshman year homecoming and being so excited that we danced together, then I remember my brothers best friend telling me to stay away from you. We talked here and there throughout high school, and then my junior year, when you were already done with school, we got close. One day in June, we met up and you stole $200 from me. Said you were using it for rehab, told me you were going to call me every night, told me you wanted me to send you art to have on your walls to think of me, told me a bunch of shit. Then I got a call two hours later from a friend saying you used that money for your addiction. I didn’t sleep or eat for three days straight. Almost six months later, I left the best guy I knew at that time to be with you. You were clean. I believed everyone deserved a second chance. We got close, really fucking close. We spent so many nights talking until the sun came up. You learned how to play Beauty In The Breakdown for me, and Children of Divorce. You always put on Jonny Craig for me whenever you knew I was upset and we jammed hard to the same song, every time. I remember the first time I went to your house, the first time I saw you clean in years, you gave me the biggest fucking hug. You wouldn’t let me leave your side all night. I remember going to that doctor’s appointment with you and your mom one day, your mom told me so much about you, she told me I was one of the best people that’s ever came into your life. I remember watching the movie Goon with you, you were so dumbfounded that I never saw it. I remember when you almost went to jail and called me crying while I was in class because you’d be in there for six months at that point if you did. I remember you joking about winter and saying you’ve never slipped on ice while walking, and then did that night and took me down with you. I think about that every winter. I remember telling you I dated your best friend before you, and you told me you decked in him the face years back for being a dick. I remember you saying you’d do it again for me. I remember fighting on the phone with you because of dumb shit. I remember you made sure I knew I was loved every day, not just by you, but by everyone. I remember telling you I didn’t want to have sex the first time I spent the night, and you were the most respectful person ever about it. You apologized up and down and made sure I knew it was completely okay. I remember so much, and I will never ever forget. You deserved so much more, and I cannot process that you’re gone. You will forever be in my heart, I promise you that.

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cinnamon roll /ˈsɪnəmən rəʊl/ 
noun
   1. Salim from American Gods

it’s so weird hearing americans talk about Target© as some kind of semi-religious holy space of reasonably priced goods and services, bc in it’s short, fever-dream existence up here in the frozen north it was… Not Good. 

in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?

or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:

  • only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger. 
  • entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
  • no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
  • there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles. 
  • the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
  • passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
  • leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.

it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers attracted to the malignant leftover energies from zellers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers. 

i believe the balls outside target are carefully crafted and powerfully attuned magical artifacts that keep up the illusion known as Target©, but were incorrectly spaced in canada due to a mixup between the metric and imperial systems of measurement, and that is why the brief twilight zone episode that was canadian target collapsed virtually overnight.

how to treat yourself like a princess ✨

- begin your days with tea and lemon (especially the mornings in which you feel the most down) in a designated tea cup

- turn your space into your castle: floral prints on the walls, antique brushes and bottles, fresh flowers on the bedside table

- choose a beautiful, favourite symphony to be your personal princess theme song

- remember how deserving you are, even of the most simple things (i deserve to feel the sun on my skin, i deserve to take an extra-long shower today, i deserve to feel loved by myself)

- every now and then, remember this simple mantra: “life is short. buy the dress.”

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Flower girls (well, most of them).

Johnny being threatened by Jisung’s growth spurts and realizing his one true fear

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it was just gonna be a goofy cute but then i remembered Bendy has a whole sort of THING with humans losing body parts

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Adoption is measured in losses and gains

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Your heart was pounding profusely, as you held your gaze on the screen. 

 It only took a few minutes before you got a response, and once you did, you were beyond mortified. Frantically, you went back to your Instagram and found the comment Bonnie left on your picture. She had given you her number, but you accidentally mixed up the last two numbers. 

 Which brought you here. 

 Looking at the cute little selfie you received, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Not only did you text the wrong number, but you texted Jensen freaking Ackles. The actor you had crushed on for years. 

 You texted back the emoji, not knowing what to say. And as the seconds passed, it didn’t take long for you to get another reply. 

‘Isn’t it a little late for a bath? I mean, shouldn’t you be in bed? Lol.' 

 You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. This was so surreal.

 How did you manage to text your celebrity crush, was beyond anything you could imagine. 

 For a moment, you thought you should just apologize and then throw your phone and pretend it never happened, but then you decided to continue the conversation with him. I mean, it’s not everyday you get to talk to Jensen. 

 'It’s never too late for a bubble bath, especially when there’s wine. But what about you? Why aren’t you in bed?' 

 Suddenly, you felt a little flirtatious. Maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, you didn’t seem to mind. 

 Taking a sip of your wine, you waited for his response. Thinking of a million things all at once. You had to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

 'Alcohol makes everything better. 😉 I can’t sleep. My name is Jensen by the way.' 

 'I’m Y/N.' 

 And just like that, you two were texting back and forth for what seemed like forever. 

 You talked about work and movies and basically everything you could think of. You also talked about your job and the fact that you were a fan of his show. Even when you were done with the bath and now snuggled up in bed.

 Somehow, you were both feeling something between you two. Feeling a pull that made you want to keep the conversation going even though you two had only talked this one time. Like two close friends catching up. 

 But then you saw the time, and suddenly were brought back to reality. You couldn’t believe you were texting him for three hours straight! 

 'Damn, it’s super late!’ You texted Jensen. 

 'Didn’t know we were talking for that long. Lol. Guess that happens when you’re having fun. 😉' 

 You felt your stomach flutter. Giving you a warm sensation throughout your body. 

 'Well, I better get some sleep. Have another long day tomorrow.' 

 Once you sent that text, you were a bit bummed. Not wanting it to end, but you were fighting your eyes to stay open. 

 'Hey…there’s something I want to ask you before you go.’ He replied. 

 You were a bit hesitant, but curious. 

 'What’s up?' 

 Those three dots appeared on the screen, making you hold your breath with anticipation. 

 'Can you send a selfie? Want to put a face to the legs. Lol' 

 And just like that, you felt nervous. Nauseas even. You were always insecure, but having Jensen ask for a picture, especially without makeup, you were scared. Scared of what he might think. Or say. 

 'Please?’ You received another text. 

 You let out a sigh, and caved. Holding the blanket close to you, you snapped a quick selfie. The flash from your phone, made your eyes glossy. You were laying on your side, with your hair laid across your pillow and a soft smile that seemed shy yet inviting. 

But you sent the picture before you could even talk yourself out of it. 

 Three dots on the screen, came and gone. 

Suddenly you panicked. Maybe he didn’t like the picture? Or maybe he didn’t think you were pretty? Whatever it was, you were now regretting ever sending him the picture. Wishing you never even sent the first text to begin with. 

 You locked your phone and closed your eyes, wincing at the thoughts of what you imagined was going through his head. Until your phone vibrated. 

 'Fuck, you’re beautiful.' 

 Your lips curved into a cheeky grin, and a squeal escaped from you. Though you wanted to keep talking, you also wanted to play it cool. 

 'Well I enjoyed our conversation. It was fun.' 

 'Me too. I haven’t had that much fun talking to anyone in a long time. So thank you.' 

 'Good night, Jensen.' 

 'Good night, sweet heart. Hopefully next time we will talk on the phone instead of this texting crap. I hate texting. lol.' 

 Your smile felt like it curved even more. But you were sure it wasn’t even possible. Jensen Ackles wanted to talk to you again. But this time, you would hear his deep, rough voice. It made your stomach flutter from just the thought.

 'Lol, maybe. If you’re lucky 😉 now go to sleep Mr. Ackles. It’s passed your bed time.' 

 'Yes ma'am. Good night.’


Read Part Two Here 

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You seem much happier. What happened with Daisy?