#and then we went to taco bell for a date and i had like some sort of weird neurological episode and projectile vomited in the bathroom for

[rubberplane]

ive definitely talked about this story before but the one time i dated like just a regular cis girl i threw up on all three of our dates in a row. and then i broke up with her LOL OOPS SORRY

[sturniqlo]

IN BETWEEN- MATT STURN

summary: with their usual bickering, y/n and chris escalate into a heated argument and matt has to break up a fight between his girlfriend and his brother

cw: angst, cursing, crying, fluff at the end

an: thank you to @ik33pitundercover for this wonderful idea (if you have any idea pls comment them here or in my 'send requests' in my bio and i might make them happen!)

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Before Matt and Y/n got together, it was always Chris and Y/n the bestest of friends. Though they never had any feelings for each other, they were always together. Everyone always told them they had a sibling like relationship. And they both agreed. They constantly bickered, pushed each other around playfully, just everything siblings would do. Eventually, the two other brothers, Nick and Matt, also became close with Y/n.

A couple of month of hanging out one on one, Y/n and Matt ended up dating. And Chris couldn't be happier. His brother and best friend were both together what more could he ask for?

Earlier today, Chris had texted Y/n if she was down to hangout. She politely declined, telling Chris she was going to hangout with Matt for most of the day. He understood and responded to her that he'll probably hangout with his other friends. He was a bit bummed to say the least. Chris can't remember the last time him and Y/n hung out one on one. Not that he was jealous of her and Matt, never. He just wanted to spend some time with his best friend.

After messaging Y/n, he didn't text any of his other friends, too upset to even hang out with anyone else. As the day went on, Nick had came into Chris' room to ask if he wanted to go hangout with him and Madi, he declined. When the afternoon came by, he ordered takeout and ate his taco bell. After eating he hopped on fortnite and played a couple of rounds before deciding to take a nap.

Y/n spent the whole morning and afternoon with Matt. Although she did feel a bit bad for declining Chris, Matt reassured her and told her Chris would be fine. Around ten in the morning, she picked Matt up in her car, and drove them to their usual breakfast spot. They shared each others plate and were both bloated with good food at the end of it. During their breakfast time, Matt had mentioned how Chris had seemed a bit down as of lately. "Do you think it's because you haven't hung out with him?" He said while taking a bite of his pancake. "I've hung out with him. We were all together last weekend." She replied.

"Yeah, I get that but, I mean one on one." Matt didn't mind at all when his brother and girlfriend hung out one on one. He liked that she had a good relationship with Chris and Nick. "Oh, yeah, I see it now. Maybe I can plan something with him next week? If he want to, that is." That conversation was a couple of hours ago. The time was now nearing five in the afternoon and Nick had called Matt that he was staying over at Madi's. "Do you think Chris is home?" Matt asked as they picked out the ingredients for tonight's activity. "Not sure, he texted me earlier that he might hang out with some of his friends."

Y/n and Matt had spent the afternoon at her place watching movies and playing games. Y/n ended up making them lunch, and here they are now in the grocery store. They had both agreed the would make something at Matt's house so Y/n can drive back to her place when she was ready to go. Matt was a bit bummed that she couldn't stay the night but understood that she had an exam early in the morning. "Wait, let me get Chris a pack of Pepsi. He told me he was running low yesterday." Y/n said, pushing the cart towards the soda isle.

"He seriously needs to cut down on the Pepsi. But we just keep feeding into it." Matt wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. "I agree."

Chris woke up to the sound of a loud bang followed by laughter coming from upstairs in the kitchen. He checked his phone and saw it was almost six in the afternoon. He had slept for about an hour and a half. Confused about the loud bang, he got up to check. Coming up the stairs half awake, he saw Y/n on the floor cleaning up what looked to be some sort of dessert batter. "The fuck happened in here?" Chris said, startling Y/n. "Oh shit! Chris what the hell, you scared me." Y/n stood up from her spot on the floor. "My bad." Chris scoffed, going to the fridge.

"I thought you were going out today?" She threw the many stained paper towels in the trash. "I was going to but, you declined." He threw some shade at her. "I told you I was sorry, Matt had this planned for a couple of days now." She said, walking away to go retrieve their mop. "Where's Matt anyways?" He asks, as Y/n fills up the mop bucket. "He spilled his cake batter on the floor and it got all over him so he went to shower."

"Oh, well clean this mess up then. It not gonna clean itself up." He points to the remaining with his water bottle. "Woah, who put a stick up your ass?" Y/n was taken back a bit. Most of the time she could tell when Chris was joking when saying rude comments because he always smiled and tries not to laugh whenever he says them, so does she, but, he seemed serious about this one. "Stop playing around. Are you going to clean it or not?" Chris slightly raises his voice. Y/n's eyebrows furrow.

"Okay, You've never talked to me like that and I'm not going to let you talk to me like that." She stops filling the bucket up and stares at Chris with a confused glare. What has gotten into him? "Whatever." He scoffs, as he starts walking towards his set of stairs. "Hey, no! You come back here and tell me what this is all about." She tells him, she slowly starts getting mad. "I'm not a fucking child for you to be talking to me like that." He fights back. "Well you're acting like one right now." She crosses her arms. "Just leave me alone and enjoy your time with my brother. Seems like he's the only one you've known for years."

"Is this about us not hanging out as much anymore?" She says as Chris turns back around to face her. "What do you think? You get with my brother and now you forget about me? Was being my friend just an act to get to Matt?" Chris yells. "Are you hearing yourself right now?" Y/n yells back, and she sees Matt walk in with wet hair. "What's going on." Chris turns his head to see who was talking. "Oh look, your boyfriend is back, looks like you won't be needing me this evening." He smiles sarcastically.

"You're being a fucking dick right now." She walks closer to him. "Woah, okay. Let's- why don't you two settle down. And talk without yelling." Matt intervenes and steps in the middle of the arguing pair. "Matt, move. Chris is being unreasonable and isn't thinking before he speaks." Y/n tries to move Matt out of the way. "Babe, hey, calm down. Tell me what happened."

"He came up the stairs and just started being rude to me. He's mad about me and him not hanging out as much. When he could've just told me in a nicely manner." Y/n leans her head at the last part to where Chris can see her. Chris only rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you always tell me you're busy. Seems like you have time for everyone else besides me. I hope you're happy Matt, considering the fact that you ruined our friendship." Matt turns around. "Chris, I didn't ruin no friendship and your friendship with Y/n isn't ruined."

"Matt do you know what he said to me?" Matt shakes his head. "Oh, please enlighten him, Y/n." Chris says mockingly, she only rolls her eyes at him. "If you keep rolling em' they're going to get stuck." Chris adds. "Chris, stop it." Matt turns his head towards him "Go on." Matt tells her. "He told me that I only became friends with him to get with you. Can you believe that? He doesn't know the shit he's saying!"

"Chris? Do you really think that low of her?" Matt is shocked by all of this. He's never seen Chris and Y/n argue this bad. And it's making him upset that he's in the middle of this. "I'm starting to." Chris' comment ticks Y/n off. "That's it, I'm out of here." Y/n grabs her purse and phone and pushes through them. "Y/n come back." Matt gently grabs her arm. "I can't be in the same room as him right now. Not when he's acting all bitchy."

"I'm not acting bitchy, so get your facts straight." Chris adds on to her anger. "Chris that's enough." Matt raises his voice at his brother. "Here, come to my room to cool down and I'll talk to Chris, okay?" Matt softly talks to Y/n as he sees that she near bursting into tears. He knows she hates arguing with anybody. "Okay, okay." She whispers walking off to Matt's room, not making eye contact with her best friend.

Once Matt hears his room door close he starts going off on Chris. "What was that all about." He points to his room where Y/n is. "An argument, dumbass." Chris makes a smart mouth comment. "You know you could've talked to her like a normal person right? And to accuse her of using you so she could get to me was a low blow." Chris now realizes how bad it sounded. When Y/n entered Matt's room, she sat on his bed and let her tears out. She's never fought with Chris this bad. Yeah, they might've had a little argument or two over something small, but it never got to this point where someone had to intervene.

"Sorry, I got carried away. It's just, I miss hanging out with her. I feel like she's slowly forgetting about me ever since you two started dating." Chris says, wiping his eyes to prevent his tears to come down. "She's not forgetting about you, trust me. We always talk about whenever we hangout. And, she's also noticed how you two haven't been hanging out as much. Also, Im sorry for hogging her for months now." Matt tells Chris, earning a light chuckle from him at the last comment.

"Why don't you go in there and talk to her while I clean this up, okay?" Chris nods and starts walking towards Matt's room where Y/n currently is. He lightly knocks before opening the door. "Hey." Chris says, walking towards the bed to sit next to her. "Hi." She says, lifting her head off her knees. "I'm sorry about everything I said out there. I know you didn't use me to get to Matt. That was stupid of me to say." He shakes his head thinking back on it. "I just felt like you were forgetting about me and I was upset and let out my anger on you instead of talking to you like a normal person would." Y/n finally looks at him. "I'm sorry you felt that way. But, I also wish I would've realized it sooner, it would've prevented this whole shit show."

"Do you forgive me?" He asks lowly. "Of course I do, you're my best friend." After a couple of minutes basking in the comfortable silence, Matt finally walks in. "Nobody has been killed, I'm guess you two made up?" He takes a seat next to Chris. "Yup, we're good now." Matt smiles at that. "That's great, how about tomorrow you two spend the whole day together after Y/n is done with her exam?" Both Y/n and Chris liked the idea of that. "That sounds nice. What do you think, Chris?" Y/n asks Chris. "I'm up for it."

"Come on, let's go bake the boxed cake since I spilt the other one." He stands up and sits in the middle of them wrapping his arms around both of them. "That's the first ever biggest fight, definitely going into the book."

"Shut up!" Chris and Y/n say in unison and laugh.

[waughymommy]

COLLEGE STUDENT IN DIAPER 🧷

Chapter 6

"Willy, now that we're done cleaning, how about you take Evelyn out for the day, you can use our car." Said Aunt Kathy.

She handed me the keys to her Ford Fusion, not a cool car but then it isn't something even less out of style. I though.

"Thank you! I said as did Evelyn.

We both showered and changed our clothes to something more appropriate for a date and not cleaning.

As I was in changing my clothes, Aunt Kathy came in. 

"Willy, I, a, think it would be better if you were both diapered for your date. Evelyn is already in her diapers. I know you won't touch her until she is older, but I'm not sure I trust her with you. She thinks you are just perfect!"

I knew from her tone  of voice, that she wasn't really asking me but telling me.

She got into my diaper drawer as I was calling it now. She oiled and powdered me up, then put my diapers on, she slid the plastic pants up and then I heard a distinct "click."

"What the heck was that Aunt Kathy?"

"That's the locking mechanism, John Jr. used to take his off so we got locking plastic panties for him. Don't worry, Evelyn has the same type that you have just as clear as your panties."

I was lucky that my Jean's fit over my diaper, just verily!

I met Evelyn in the hall she was in a dress it was just an inch or two above her knees. I had to admit her legs were shapely and she was hot!

"Wow! I said, you're beautiful!"

"Glad you finally noticed!" She said with a smile.

I took her to the car and being the gentleman I am I opened the door for her. Getting in her dress rode up and I saw that Aunt Kathy was right. Evelyn was diapered just like I was.

After getting in I asked "Where the best place in town to get good food?" 

"Well, that all depends on how much you want to spend. There is Gerards, it's like $150 a plate! She said.

Then there is Applebee's, Red Lobster, and loads of McDonalds, KFC, Taco Bells."

"Red Lobster, where is it at?" I asked?

"It's the closest one, about 2 to 3 blocks away. She said

Turn left here. She said. Right on the next corner. We were there.

We went in and it wasn't very busy yet and were were in and out, still cost about $90.

We went another block or two and we were at the theater, this was in the opposite direction of the college.

We went in and she told me the movie she wanted to watch.

We got our popcorn, drinks and found our seats.

The movie hadn't started when two other girls came.

"Is this your boyfriend that you told us about Evelyn?" One of the girls asked?

"Yes Yolanda, yes Heather, this is Willy Sanders, we have been friends since I can remember!"

I thought they would move to another seat or two a ways away but they stayed. 

We sat there and soon the lights dimmed and the previews started they also had little trivia, some of it was just to easy like, "The line, Play it again Sam! came from which movie. "Casablanca!" I said. Twenty seconds later "Casablanca!" came up. 

They had another preview. Another trivia game came up. This time I didn't know it. I looked and all three girls were looking at me. The answer came up and it was some movie I was not familiar with it was Papillion or something like that.

Then the movie started, I was surprised Evelyn gave me her hand to hold in the dark. After the movie was going and she looked at he friends and they were engrossed in the movie. She moved her hand down and laid her hand and felt my diaper through my Levi's. The smile on her face said it all!

[katethetank]

40 Year Old Virgin

Chapter 4 - My Heart Has Thawed and Continues to Beat

Rating: 18+ minors gtfo Chapter Summary: The boys spend more time together and Eddie isn't sure how to handle Steve's affections CW: Smoking the devil's lettuce, oh no there's only one bed, Eddie is clueless Pairing: Virgin!Eddie x Divorced!Steve Word Count: 3k

(Chapter title from “June on the West Coast” by Bright Eyes)

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Steve keeps his promise.

It’s been about two weeks since the night on his deck, and not a day has gone by where Eddie hasn’t heard from or seen the man. He’s stopped by the shop a few times and brought lunch. Subs, burgers, and Taco Bell. It’s been a nice change of pace from his microwave meals. 

A couple nights a week they meet at the Hideout for beers when Eddie gets off of work. He hates that he’s still in his coveralls when he sees Steve. The most he can do to feel less like a working stiff is to shrug off the top and tie the sleeves around his waist. Steve eyes him each time he does it, and Eddie tries his best to shake off the feeling that he’s being judged. He knows that Steve isn’t the superficial jock he was when he was a teenager, but having the man’s eyes on him like that makes Eddie feel self conscious.

Steve tells him about everything he’s doing at his parents’ house. He started with their room. He’s gone through their closets and bagged up tons of clothes, donating them to the local Salvation Army. His mom had a bunch of jewelry that he’s setting aside to pawn, because bills still need to be paid, right? And he’s planning on donating all the furniture to Habitat for Humanity. Further proving that he’s not who he used to be when he was a kid. Eddie knew that, of course he did, but hearing how freely Steve is just giving all this stuff away makes Eddie’s heart grow even fonder.

He moved on to his own room after that, saying that most of it was just trash. All the things he really cared about went with him when he moved to Chicago with Robin. So other than that godforsaken insanely tight Hawkins swim team shirt, it seems like everything else worth salvaging is being donated as well. The only thing remaining in there is the wallpaper.

Eddie was only ever in Steve’s room a few times back in ‘86, but that plaid insanity is not easily forgotten. And apparently not easily removed, either. Thirty year old wallpaper glue, he’s learning, is a bitch to remove. He offered Steve his help since he’s not really doing anything of value on the weekends anyway. So here he finds himself scraping away at the walls and going cross-eyed from all the vertical and horizontal lines.

“Jesus Christ, Harrington. Can’t we get Supergirl out here to pull this shit off with her mind powers?”

Steve snorts like a goon as he continues to scrape away at the section he’s working on. “That’ll be my plan B if we can’t manage this ourselves.”

“What’s she up to these days, anyway?” Eddie was never exactly close with El. He always had mad respect for her, though.

Steve smiles fondly like a proud father. “She’s in Michigan, not far from Joyce and Hopper. Works with an adoption agency finding homes for kids with special needs. Whole new definition of a superhero, if you ask me.”

“Shit. You’re not wrong.” He hesitates for a moment, wanting to know where everyone else has gone off to, while also grappling with the pain of knowing that they never kept him up to date on their lives to begin with. His curiosity wins out in the end.

“How‘s the rest of the gang?”

Steve stops his work for a moment, likely realizing how big it is that Eddie’s even asking. “They’re good. Nance and Jon are still in Boston. She works for a paper out there. Investigative journalism. Shocker, right? Jon does some freelance photography for the same paper. But mostly focuses on artistic stuff.”

“That’s cool. I didn’t talk to them much after they left. They ever pop out any kids?”

“Nah. Nancy is super into her career. That wasn’t anything she really wanted, even way back when.”

Eddie nods like he understands. “What about Argyle? We only had that summer to hang out, but he was fuckin’ cool. Weird as hell, but I loved that about him.”

“Oh for sure! We didn’t keep in touch, really. Last I heard he owns a pizza chain in southern California.”

Eddie barks out a laugh. “Of course he does! Bet there’s fucking pineapple on everything.”

“No shit. Mike and Will are in Cali, too. You think Robin and her girlfriend owning a bookstore in Portland was cliché gay? Those two settled down in San Francisco…Will has an art gallery, Mike manages a drag bar, and they’re working on a gay comic book together. Not to say that the comic book is gay, but like…literally it’s gay superheroes and shit.”

Eddie stops what he’s doing and is just staring at Steve. He had his suspicions about Will back in the 80’s too, but Mike? “How fucking many of us were queer, Steve?! Fucking Christ, was there something in the water here?!”

He snorts again and Eddie will never get enough of that stupid sound. “I don’t know, dude. Maybe. I was just as surprised when I found out. I guess Will came out in high school, and that made Mike start to realize some shit about himself. They kept it pretty quiet for a long time because…” Steve just shrugs and Eddie absolutely gets it. 

“Nuff said. How um…how is Max?” She was the only person who came out of that final battle worse off than Eddie. It took months for her bones to heal, and lots of physical therapy. Her eyes never fully recovered, but enough for her to be able to see with some thick glasses. She was a fucking warrior through all of that and Eddie respects the shit out of her for fighting so hard.

Steve gets that proud parent look again. “She’s great. Her and Lucas settled down in Nashville. She’s a child psychologist, and Lucas is a pediatric nurse.”

“Shit, that’s impressive. Looks like El’s not the only superhero, huh?”

“Definitely not.”

They work in comfortable silence for a while after that, until the last of the wallpaper is scraped off. It gives Eddie plenty of time to soak in all the details of everyone’s lives. Surprisingly, instead of feeling sad or bitter about their accomplishments…he feels really fucking proud of all these kids who went through so much shit and came out on the other side making the world they saved a better place.

Standing back with his hands on his hips, Steve surveys the room. “Drastic fucking improvement. I hope I never see plaid again. Thanks for helping out with this, Eddie.”

‘Yeah, no problem. I can help you paint in here too if you want.”

Steve reaches out and squeezes his shoulder. “I’m definitely not going to turn down spending more time with you.”

Eddie has no idea what to do with that. The casual touches alone are a lot to process. He doesn’t remember Steve being so tactile before, and every time he squeezes his shoulder, or pats his back, hugs him, leans into his space…it kind of throws Eddie off kilter. Almost as much at Steve saying he actually wants to hang out more. 

He awkwardly chuckles and tries to brush it off. “Yeah, you just like my free labor. I’m off on the 4th, actually. The shop’s closed for the holiday, so. If you want to celebrate the birth of our nation by slapping some paint on the walls, I’m happy to help.”

Steve kind of cringes and looks away. “Shit, I forgot about the 4th. Ever since Starcourt, fireworks kinda freak me out.”

Eddie remembers hearing all about that battle. He doesn’t blame Steve, or any of them, for having some fireworks-related trauma. “How about this…I can come over during the day, we get a couple coats of paint on, then we head out to my place. It’s far enough outside of town that you don’t even hear them. Maybe grill some burgers? Get stoned? What do you say?”

The smile on Steve’s face is radiant. “That sounds great, Ed. Let me bring the stuff for the burgers, though? Least I can do to repay you for all this.”

Eddie agrees and before he knows it, he’s got Steve Harrington in shorts and a t-shirt, flipping burgers on his little Weber. The sun is shining down on him, and bringing out these natural gold highlights in his hair. He’s so beautiful, it almost hurts to look at him.

It’s a hot day and Eddie ties his hair up in a bun to get it off his neck, and sets out the burger fixings. Steve also picked up some potato salad, and Eddie’s surprised to see it’s the vinegar kind. He fucking loves that stuff. “I thought you liked the other kind of potato salad, Harrington. The mayo shit.”

Steve looks over his shoulder and gives Eddie a small smile. “Yeah, but you like the vinegar stuff.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, and Eddie is once again surprised that Steve would remember something so insignificant. Well. Maybe not all that surprised considering he remembered what kind Steve likes.

They fix their plates and relax on the deck, enjoying the peace and quiet. As night starts to fall, Eddie notices that Steve keeps looking off to the east, in the direction of where the town fireworks will be going off. Eddie was serious when he told him you can’t hear shit out here, but he wants to put the man’s mind at ease and just let him unclench.

He gets up and takes their empty plates inside, tosses them in the trash, and packs a bowl. He brings that out with his acoustic and settles into his chair. Lighting the bowl, he takes a big hit and passes it off to Steve. He can’t stop himself from glancing over at his lips as he blows out a big cloud of smoke. They pass it back and forth for a while until Eddie can literally see Steve’s body relaxing. He starts humming along to a song that’s playing on the radio nearby and Eddie picks up his guitar and lazily plucks at the strings. 

The high has him feeling all slow and syrupy. The sky fades into darkness, and not a single burst of pyrotechnics can be heard. He chances a glance over at Steve to make sure he’s still doing alright, and startles a bit to see that he’s already looking back. His eyes are half lidded and there’s a soft little smile on his face. He looks content and Eddie mentally pats himself on the back for it.

“You look really good.”

Eddie fucks up a chord. “Huh?”

Steve snickers a little and raises his eyebrows. “I said, you look really good. With your hair up like that.”

Ah. Less of a rat’s nest, Eddie figures. “Oh. Thanks I guess. You know I chopped it all off a while back? Fuckin’ hated it. I didn’t feel like myself at all so I grew it out again.”

“Seriously? I cannot imagine you with short hair. Wouldn’t want to.”

Yeah, even Steve can probably tell that Eddie would look stupid like that. Eddie just keeps playing and staring out at the land around them bathed in moonlight. It’s probably just the weed, but this is the most relaxed he’s felt in a long time. And it’s really nice having someone else here with him. He’s trying to soak it all in before Steve has to head back home at the end of the summer. He doesn’t even want to think about that. Being alone again. Not having anyone to talk to or kill time with.

Steve pulls him out of his thoughts once again. “I forgot how good you are at that. Talented fucking fingers, man.”

Eddie snorts and keeps playing. “Right. Perfect for strumming a beat up old guitar and working on beat up old cars. Fuck…I really don’t want to go work tomorrow. I’m gonna have to turn in soon. You ok to drive or no?”

“Nnnnnope. Your weed kinda knocked me on my ass. Mind if I sleep here?”

Eddie’s heart does a little flutter. “Nah, that’s fine. I uh…cleared out Wayne’s old room though, so there’s just the couch.”

Steve groans as he sits up and gives Eddie a look. “We’re way too old for couch surfing, Ed. Can I just crash with you?”

Eddie’s heart falls out of his ass. “Uh…” Steve Harrington is asking to sleep in the same bed with him. He’d be fucking crazy to say no, but Jesus Christ this is going to kill him. “Sure. Or um…You can take the bed and I’ll have the couch.”

Steve stands up, takes the guitar out of Eddie’s hands and sets it in his chair. “Don’t be stupid. You’re even older than me.” He grabs Eddie by the hand and pulls him up to standing, and Eddie almost collides with that broad chest. Steve just…looks at him for a moment and then reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind Eddie’s ear. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

Yeah, Steve is going to kill him. This is so not fair. He’s being so sweet, and he’s so touchy, and Eddie is already jealous of whoever gets to have that. He just hopes it’s too dark for Steve to see the blush that has to be raging on his cheeks.

They head inside and clean up before going to Eddie’s room. It’s just big enough to fit a queen sized bed, thank god, because he doesn’t know what he’d do if they had to be pressed together on a smaller mattress. He offers Steve some pajama pants, but the bastard tells him it's too hot for that and just…takes his shorts off. Right there. In front of Eddie. He does his damnedest to avert his eyes so he’s not caught starting at Steve’s boxer briefs. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his-

“Do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?”

“Yup! Yeah, lemme go find that.” Eddie bolts out of the room and frantically digs through his bathroom drawers until he finds a spare. This is fucking insanity. It’s like the gay gods are punishing him by dangling this fucking Adonis right in front of him. Maybe he never did make it out of the Upside Down and he actually died and has been in hell this whole time.

They get their teeth brushed and Steve climbs into his bed - Steve is in his bed!  - and Eddie shuts off the lights. He gets in and makes sure to stick as close to the edge of the mattress as possible so it’s not weird. His heart is fucking racing and he has no idea how he’s going to fall asleep like this. 

Steve shifts beside him and before anything can get even more awkward, or before Steve just asks him to sleep on the couch instead because this is too strange, Eddie just blurts out, “Goodnight Steve.”

Steve stills and after a moment, Eddie hears him take a deep breath. “Yeah. Goodnight Eddie.”

He doesn’t know how he manages it, honestly he can probably thank the bowl they smoked, but eventually Eddie does fall asleep. When his alarm beeps in the morning, he’s face down in his pillow and reaches over to smack at it until it shuts up. That’s when he feels it. An arm draped over his lower back and Steve’s head on his shoulder. 

Eddie is wide awake now. Steve must have rolled over in his sleep and not realized that Eddie was there. Now he’s got to figure out how the fuck to get out from under this man’s arm without waking him.

“Hmm…g’morning.” 

Too late. Steve doesn’t launch himself away from Eddie like he expected. He actually gives him a little squeeze before slowly rolling over and yawning loudly. 

Eddie needs to just play it cool. It’s no big deal. Just a couple friends crashing after getting stoned. Just a normal day and totally normal way to wake up. He sits up and throws his legs over the side of the bed. “Morning. You want some coffee?”

Steve groans while he stretches and Eddie looks over his shoulder at him. How dare he be so beautiful right when he wakes up. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll just have a quick cup and get out of your hair. Don’t wanna make you late for work.”

Eddie stands up and walks at a totally normal pace to the kitchen and gets the pot going. While Steve is in the bathroom, he slips back into the bedroom and quickly changes into his work clothes. When he comes out, Steve is perched on his counter looking sleepy and adorable and sipping black coffee out of one of Wayne’s old mugs. 

“You sleep ok?” Eddie pours himself a cup and adds too much creamer.

“Like the dead. Thanks for letting me crash, there’s no way I could have made it home in one piece.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

They sip their coffee in silence as Steve clicks away on his flip phone and Eddie puts together a sandwich to take with him. Once they’re outside and saying their goodbyes, Steve hesitates before getting into his truck. 

“Hey…Eddie?”

“What’s up?”

He chews on his lip for a second and Eddie tries not to stare. “Could I make you dinner on Friday? Maybe we can watch a movie or something?”

Ha. Like Eddie has anything else going on. Plus, when would he ever turn down a chance to hang out with Steve? “Yeah, that would be great. What time do you want me?”

Steve beams at him, and Eddie swears it’s brighter than the morning sun. “How about 6ish?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

They get into their cars and head out on the dirt road, and Eddie can still see the smile on Steve’s face in his rearview mirror.

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Things I Can't Explain

Karen Smith x reader

In life there were a lot of things you couldn't explain.

One of those things in life was falling in love with one of the most beautiful people you ever met in life.

It all started when you moved to Northshore.

Moving is hard on anybody, let alone a kid who didn't have much to begin with. Separated from your friends, the people that you grew up with, and the friends you grew up with. And you had nothing, just the clothes on your back.

You were rather low on the totem pole; being the new kid meant everybody knew you, and some kids love to pick on the new kid.

And then you met Karen.

You were in line with Karen when some skeeze named Jason walked up to the girls and tried to guess the girls' bra sizes and you just so happened to put a stop to it. She was upset, but was intrigued by you.

Karen wasn't very....err....smart, but she was very sweet and you liked her. A lot.

And she was easy to like.

She was pretty. Very pretty. The joy that she had radiated off of her as she went to Taco Bell was one of the things that made her beautiful. She was always prescribing that as a solution. Whenever you were mad---"Wanna do something fun? Lets go to Taco Bell!"'

And you'd shoot right back: "Karen, we can't just skip school to go to Taco Bell!"

It was cute, frankly.

You became very protective of her, telling her about some people, and even escorting her around school on occasion.

You were beginning to fall in love with her.

And then it call came to a head one afternoon. One afternoon, you had found Karen crying in the bathroom. Some girls had been calling her names and you (who just so happened to be in the bathroom) went there to comfort her. She kissed you as you were leading her out.

And then it finally came-----"You're very nice and sweet (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Why don't we go out to Taco Bell----on a date, this time."

From that time on, it was fun.

Love is a drug all its own. Karen made the world for first time shades of beautiful technicolor. Before the world was just black and white.

She showed you her talents of espn; you showed her yours of art. You helped out with assignments in class. You took her out on dates to the movie theater. And you are very protective of her. Every day, she was thankful you were with her. And you were thankful she was with you.

Gretchen adores you, and the two of you try to protect her from people who would take advantage of her.

In life there were a lot of things you couldn't explain. But Karen loved you and suddenly for the first time, some things were made clear.

[billie-reportingbadnews2you]

Not that change you can borrow/ a Billie Eilish fanfic

Warnings: swearing, throwing glass, crying, slamming into walls

summary: ever since billie started working on her new album, she spent less and less time with you, talking to you less and less more, but smiling more as if she was happier without you, you felt you were loosing her but when you brought the subject up she brushed it off as bieng tired, but you have decided to do something about it, what is it?

You were drifting off to sleep on the couch, watching billies documentaries on Disney plus, it was around 3 am, your eyes were incredibly heavy, you had made some food for yourself and billie, you always re-assured her that dinner would be ready when she got back and you also said you would be there, as you were about to give up and sleep, you heard the front door open, you heard scooting and the low sigh of your girlfriend, you rubbed your eyes that were slightly red and felt plumpy and swollen, you went up to billie and gave her a hug "your back!" she was on the phone "Haha yea sounds great this weekend!" she hung up and met your eyes with a tired smile and hugged you back softly "hey babe" she stretched her arms wide while yawing "hey i made dinner" she stopped in her track, than continuing and grabbing a glass "oh yea thanks babe, we picked up taco bell on the way ill have it tomorrow" she said while obviously distracted by her phone pouring milk into her glass almost missing it, you smile faded, "hey is that a new shirt?" she looked up from her phone the dim light, revealing her curious face, she looked down "oh this yea, me and finneas went shopping, he got it for me awesome right?, speaking of finneas, me, him and our studio director are going out for dinner this weekend" you frowned looking at the table top and started to fiddle with your finger "b-billie what about out date?" she almost choked on her milk "shit sorry baby i completely forgot about that, next week ok?" she gave you a quick peck on the forehead before going upstairs still staring down at her phone, " night babe". you let out a sad sign and cleaned her cup and wiped down the bench, you heard billie yell for the stairs "hey babe ill make you breakfast tomorrow" this put a slight smile on your face, a couple minutes later you started to walk up the stairs completely drowned in your own tiredness, you opened the door to your bedroom, seeing billie fast asleep you get into bed and get in a cuddly position, you snuggled into her neck but she pushed your head away and turned away, you were a bit shocked so you just turned around, you didnt know why she had gotten so distant, you silently cried yourself to sleep and billie snored and but her legs on your stomach making you uncomfortable but you fell asleep soon….

You woke up to the light of your windows piercing your eyes, you thought your billie was home so you put on your dressing gown and ran down stairs 'BABE HOW ABOUT WE GO TO THE MOVIE-" you were met with a plate of food and a note "hey babe sorry i had to leave early here's some food, i wont be back until this weekend im staying at the studio, if i need anything ill text you love you" you eyes began to water you looked on the plate to see a MacDonalds burger and fries dried up and soggy, you looked in the trash can seeing the uber eats bag, you began to cry, you would've loved a call or even just a little bowl of cereal , now you had to cancel your reservations, an prepare to be alone for a week, your heart was slowly breaking, as the nights got longer and your crys got harder to control, every single message you sent billie was left on delivered, you missed her, but did she miss you?

after a whole week of loneliness, just like before at 3am you heard billie enter the house, you approached her you pushed you forward and just went straight into the room while on the phone and before you could say anything SLAM!, she closed the door, you figured she was just sleepy, but you just ended up ugly crying really badly, you used up about 3 tissue boxes, what happened to the love of your life? her face is more glower when shes not with you, is she losing feelings?

You slowly walked into your room with billie passed out again, you went onto her phone too see the hundreds of messages from you on delivered, but you went onto her and finneas messages and they were endless, i mean you get that she texts her brother alot but why not you, shes with him all day and she cant even reply to you, a pit full sorrow engulfed your lungs, silently choking on your tears, you slumped downstairs and grabbed a blanket, you figured you'd sleep on the couch, you blanket smelled like her which made you cry even harder, within no time you were passed out, you woke up the next day to see the bedroom door open you have a little bit of hope she stayed but just as you imagined she was gone, she left a note, you frantically ran towards it hoping for good, news "hey Y/n im goin out again, see ya this saturday" now you were really pissed, she called you by your name? didnt even say 'i love you' and just said bye?. she even forgot about the date you re-scheduled, you choked down your tears and watched a movie, you gave up on dinner and waiting for her, but you were triggered by the door opening, the tv screen dimming the room as you see your girlfriend, walk towards the kitchen "hey babe" you couldn't even reply, you started crying like a idiot, she walked over to you her eyes staring at her phone patting your back, "eat your food properly don't choke" you wiped your tears, broken at the fact that billie assumed you were choking becuase she was on the bloody phone all the time, you slapped it out of her hands, she looked like a clueless cat "BABE WHAT THE FU-" her eyes met your bloodshot watery eyes, "oh my god whats wrong?" you have, had it "YOU WANNA KNOW WHATS FUCKING WRONG" her face went pale, attempting to comfort you by rubbing you shoulders you swatted them aggressively, "YOU BARELY TALK TO ME, YOU DONT LOOK AT ME, YOU DONT KEEP YOUR PROMISES, DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME" her frightened face turned into a angry one "WILL YOU STOP BIENG RUDE, IM TRYING TO DO MY WORK AND I AM EXHAUSTED, AND ALL I WANA DO IS SLEEP OKAY, IVE APOLOGIZED" she was really turning it on you , without a second to loose, you slapped her making her green hair fly in the air, she slightly smirked and charged at you your back crashing into the wall with a thud, "WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING DRAMATIC" her nails pierced your skin, eventually you got out of her grip grabbing a glass and throwing it at the wall, you were aiming for the wall but also wanted to kinda hit Billie she ducked and ran at you, you ran upstairs, and side stepped her into going into your bedroom you locked it, you knew very well that she would get out so you have about 2 minutes to do something, you ran down stairs and grabbed her keys you heard the door fly open "Y/N GET YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK HERE!!!!" you made a run for it and ran to your car door you could see billie zooming out of the house, you turned the car on and hit the acceleration pedal, you looked at the rearview mirror seeing billie on two knees crying as you left "IM SORRY BABY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME, COME BACK" she said while pacing as you drove off….

a couple weeks later you had settled into an apartment, your ex's album had dropped, you saw an ad about her song "Chihiro" in the interview she said "this song expresses my love for somebody who means the world to me, i didn't show them what they deserved and i got what i deserved but whatever happens i still love them" you shut your laptop trying not to cry you knew it was for the better, you opened your phone to see hundreds of missed calls and voice messages from her and thousands of texts messages, you simply blocked her, should have you just let her off?

[chrisstvrns]

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ | 𝐂.𝐒.

𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽… chris & his girlfriend investigate and potentially solve a murder from 80 years ago

warnings:  small mention of pedophilia (nothing too descriptive), mentions of murder & death. mostly fluff & angst, pet names, calling an old woman, taco bell :)) 

word count: 2.5k

the next morning, you woke up to the faint glow of your laptop screen and the sound of chris’s soft snoring. his arm was draped over your waist, and his hair stuck out in every direction from sleep. you shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, as your eyes landed on the article you’d been reading last night.  

something about lola and tony’s story felt… wrong.  

you clicked back through the tabs you had opened, stopping on a black-and-white photo that caught your attention. it showed a young girl—lola, unmistakably—with a boy standing beside her. she couldn’t have been older than fourteen, her smile shy and radiant. the boy-tony, but you didnt know it yet-looked about eighteen, grinning in a way that seemed both confident and protective.  

the article attached to the photo mentioned them in passing—lola was already known locally for her dancing talent, having been a ballet dancer since she was three, and tony had just started working at a small bar in town, nothing compared to the club he would later be murdered in. no one could have guessed they’d one day be linked to a high-profile murder-that would remain unsolved for decades.

you leaned closer, rereading the date on the clipping. this was years before both of them got hired at the copacabana. they weren’t just nightclub coworkers, they didnt just hook up— they had history, a relationship that went back to when they were both still teenagers.  

“chris,” you whispered, nudging him gently.  

he groaned, burying his face in the pillow. “why are you like this?”  

“look at this,” you urged, turning the screen toward him.  

he cracked one eye open, blinking at the image. “fourteen and eighteen? that’s… kinda pedophile-ish, no?”  

“maybe now,” you admitted, “but back then, it wasn’t uncommon.”  

chris sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes. “so they were together before the whole copacabana club thing?”  

“exactly,” you said, sitting up straighter. “their story didn’t start in the ‘40s like everyone thinks—it started years earlier. and if they had that much history, what if tony’s murder wasn’t just a random act? what if it had something to do with their past?”  

chris stared at the screen, then back at you. “you think their relationship was tied to the murder?”  

“i think it’s possible,” you said, your voice gaining momentum. “and it makes sense why lola never talked about it. maybe she knew something—or someone—from their early years was, like, involved.”  

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “alright, baby. what’s the plan?”  

“we need to dig deeper,” you said firmly. “find out more about where they were before manhattan. look into their families, friends, anyone who might’ve known them when they were younger. and maybe…” you hesitated. “maybe we try to contact lola’s daughter, antonia.”  

“her daughter?”  

“she’s still alive,” you explained, scrolling to another page. “if she has anything—letters, diaries, even old photos—it could help us piece this together. if not antonia, then her kids. theyre all in their 40’s with kids of their own, around our age, probably.”  

chris raised an eyebrow. “you’re really serious about this.”  

“i can’t stop thinking about it,” you admitted. “there’s more to their story, and i need to know what happened.”  

he chuckled, shaking his head. “you’re insane. but fine. i’ll help.”  

“really?”  

“yeah,” he said, pulling you into his lap. “but if this leads to some wild goose chase with no answers, i’m holding it over your head forever.”  

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “deal.”  

“alright, mama,” he smiles, kissing your forehead. “let’s solve this thing.”  

with chris on board, your determination only grew. whatever secrets lola had kept buried for decades, you were going to uncover them. you weren’t just solving a mystery—you were unraveling a story that had been hidden for nearly a century. and you weren’t stopping until you found the truth.  

a couple hours later, you and chris found yourselves hunched over piles of papers, both of your laptops open, scrolling through old articles about the murder. you had a sheet of paper, where you had been writing down lolas descendants names, addresses, and phone numbers- whatever you could find. 

you were reviewing the list of people, when something caught your eye. 

“antonia jones, daughter.” you mutter “chris”

“yeah?” your boyfriend was hunched over a notebook, writing down phone numbers

“she named her daughter after him.” 

you stared at the paper in your hand, the realization settling in like a puzzle piece clicking into place.  

“antonia jones,” you repeated, the name barely a whisper now. “she named her daughter after tony.”  

chris looked up from his notebook, his brow furrowing in thought. “you think that means something?”  

“she must’ve loved him, chris,” you said softly, your eyes drifting back to the list of names. “nobody names their kid after someone unless they meant the world to them.”  

chris nodded, leaning back in his chair. “so if lola loved him that much, why didn’t she talk about him? why go silent for sixty years?”  

“that’s what we need to find out,” you said, determination edging your voice. “maybe naming her daughter after him was her way of keeping his memory alive—her own little tribute, since she probably vowed to never speak about him publicly.”  

chris tapped his pen against the table, his icy blue eyes fixed on the list. “do we know anything about antonia? like where she lives? maybe we could talk to her, see if she’s willing to share anything about her mom.”  

“i found an address,” you said, pointing to the page. “she’s still in the city, not far from where lola used to live. but it’s risky. what if she doesn’t want to talk? or worse, what if she doesn’t know anything?”  

chris shrugged. “we won’t know unless we try, right? besides, it’s not like we’re cops. we’re just curious. people might open up more when they don’t feel interrogated.”  

you bit your lip, weighing the pros and cons. “okay. let’s do it. but we should, like, figure out exactly what to ask her so we don’t scare her off.”  

chris smirked, leaning closer to you. “that’s my girl. always thinking ten steps ahead.”  

you rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. “someone has to. you’re just here for moral support and to look pretty.” 

he laughed, pulling you into his lap. “damn right i am. but hey, i’m also pretty good at finding stuff people usually overlook, so i’ve got my uses.” 

the two of you spent the next hour drafting questions and piecing together a timeline of lola and tony’s lives. the deeper you dug, the more intricate the web became. connections started to form—old friends, former coworkers, even family members who might’ve been around when the murder happened.  

finally, as the clock struck noon, chris stretched and looked over at you. “alright, detective. what’s next?”  

“we reach out to antonia,” you said firmly. “even if she doesn’t know much, she might have something—an old letter, a diary, something lola left behind that could give us a clue.”  

chris nodded, his expression serious now. “alright. let’s do it. but first…”  

he stood, pulling you up with him. “food. we’re gonna need fuel if we’re taking on an 80-year-old mystery.”  

you laughed, letting him lead you to the kitchen. as you watched him rummage through the fridge, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. this wasn’t just about solving a murder—it was about uncovering a story, a piece of history that had been forgotten. and with chris by your side, you felt unstoppable.  

as soon as you and chris finished eating, you’d make the call to antonia. and maybe, just maybe, you’d finally start unraveling the secrets lola had taken to her grave.  

you had decided to suck it up and just order taco bell, and you and chris were currently cuddled up on the couch while waiting for your dasher to arrive. 

the sound of a door creaking open drew your attention. you glanced toward the stairs, spotting nick rubbing his eyes as he descended, still half-asleep. matt trailed behind him, yawning loudly.  

“what the hell is all this?” nick asked, stopping short when he saw the cluttered table. his eyes roamed over the papers, notebooks, and your open laptops. “are we solving a murder or planning a heist?”  

chris smirked from his spot on the couch, his arm draped lazily over your shoulder. “good morning to you too, sunshine.”  

matt shuffled over, peering down at the papers. “no, seriously. what is all this? and why does it look like a true crime podcast exploded in here?”  

you leaned forward, pointing at one of the newspaper clippings you brought to the couch, that was now sitting on the coffee table. “it’s about lola jones, the copacabana showgirl. she was in, like, a full relationship with that guy tony starr, who got murdered at the club. the case was never solved, and we’re trying to piece together what happened.”  

nick raised an eyebrow, grabbing a piece of paper with scribbled notes. “you two stayed up all night for this?”  

“not all night,” chris said, sitting up straighter. “just… most of it. specifically her, she woke me up at nine.”  

matt glanced between you and chris, an incredulous look on his face. “and you’re doing this why?”  

“because it’s interesting,” you replied, shrugging. “and, you know, maybe we can actually figure something out. plus, there’s a $100,000 reward if we do.”  

nick whistled low, plopping down into a chair. “okay, now i’m listening. what’s the plan? are we knocking on doors? interrogating old people?”  

you softly laugh, shifting on the couch. “not exactly. we’re going to call lola’s daughter, antonia, first. see if she has any information or anything from her mom that could help us.”  

matt grabbed a piece of toast from the counter, leaning against the table as he chewed. “you realize how insane this is, right? like, there’s no way you’re solving an 80-year-old murder.”  

“probably not,” chris admitted, stretching his arms above his head. “but she wants to try, and i’m not gonna let her do it alone.”  

nick snorted, tossing the paper back onto the table. “whipped.”  

chris rolled his eyes, pulling you closer. “call it what you want. i call it being supportive.”  

matt shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “alright, well, good luck with that. just don’t drag me into it when it all goes south.”  

“you’re already in it,” you teased, motioning to the pile of notes. “this is a group effort now.”  

nick leaned back in his chair, grinning. “i give it a week before we’re all dressed like 1940s detectives, staking out some random apartment.”  

chris chuckled, nudging your side. “don’t give her ideas.”  

“too late,” you muttered, jotting something down in your notebook that had been in your lap.  

matt groaned, finishing his toast. “you guys are ridiculous. but if you actually solve this thing, i want a cut of that reward money.”  

nick stood, heading toward the fridge. “yeah, same. and maybe a shoutout in the netflix documentary they’re gonna make about us.”  

you laughed, shaking your head as the two brothers continued bickering in the background. despite their skepticism, you could tell they were intrigued—and maybe even a little excited.  

with the whole group unofficially on board, you felt even more motivated to uncover the truth. whatever secrets lola and tony had taken to their graves, you were determined to bring them to light.  

a while later, you and the boys are finishing up your tacos while watching some random movie nick put on. 

“okay, do you wanna call now?” you mutter, wiping some sauce from your lip

“call who?” nick questions

“her daughter” chris replies, standing up to walk over to the kitchen, grabbing both of your laptops and notebooks

you nod, reaching for your phone. you open the keypad, taking the notebook as chris sits back down. you dial her number, hesitating before calling. chris wraps his arm around you, intently listening, along with nick and matt. after a few rings, the phone picks up. 

“hello?” a sweet old woman answers, questioning

“hi, uhm, is this antonia jones?”��

“this is she, may i ask whos calling?” 

“my, my name is y/n. me and my boyfriend, chris, we were reading an article on your mom, lola? we were wondering if you would be willing to talk about anything you know about the death of tony starr? if you know anything?” you voice is shaky, nervous, to what she may say

“sweetie, you call a 75 year old woman on a random tuesday morning, expecting her to give you details on the death of a man she never even met?” 

“i… uh, youre right, im very sorry. i shouldnt have called, have a good day..” 

youre about to hang up, when youre interrupted by the sound of her voice

“ill tell you anything and everything you want to know. nobody's asked me about it before, surprisingly. i cant say anything over the phone, though. do what you must, but we have to meet in person, sweetheart. i have to go now, theyre listening.” 

with that, she hangs up the phone, leaving you and the triplets in confusion and shock. 

“okay so shes crazy?” nick asks, taking a sip of his drink

“who knows?” you say, your mind racing. you can feel the weight of the conversation lingering in the air. chris is quiet, his eyes focused on you, clearly trying to process everything you just heard. matt leans forward, his brow furrowing as he looks at you.

"wait, so she knows something? she said they’re listening—what does that mean?" matt asks, his voice low.

"yeah, and why would she be willing to talk now, after all this time?" nick adds, rubbing his eyes, thoughtfully.

you shake your head, still trying to make sense of the call. “i don’t know. it’s weird, right? she just... dropped that out of nowhere.”

chris finally speaks up, his voice steady. “we can’t ignore it. she’s clearly involved in something. but we have to be careful. we don’t even know if she’s really telling the truth or if someone’s watching her.”

you nod, feeling a surge of uncertainty. “so what now? do we actually meet her? she sounded so urgent at the end.”

"yeah," nick chimes in. "it’s definitely sketchy, but if there’s even a chance she knows something, we should take it seriously. we can’t just ignore it."

matt agrees, "but we need to plan this out. we can’t go in blind."

chris pulls you closer, his arm around you once more. "we’ll figure it out, together. let’s be smart about this."

you glance down at the notebook, the pages filled with notes from your earlier investigation. the triplets are right—it’s risky, but now it feels like you’re in too deep to back out. you take a deep breath and look up, meeting their eyes.

“okay, let’s do it. we need to meet her, but we have to be careful.”

the triplets exchange glances, nodding in agreement.

it was official- you and the triplets were going to buy plane tickets to manhattan, and go meet antonia jones. she clearly knows something, but what? the question lingered in your mind- how important was tony to lola that she named her daughter after him?

youd find out soon enough. 

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a/n: im finally doneeee thank u for reading im sorry it took so longgg

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[stars-n-spice]

The Dad Batch™ as things my dad has said/done:

Hunter:

asks questions about things and immediately answers himself like he knew the answer already or someone suddenly possessed him to answer himself

the only Korean movies he's ever shown us are war movies that are depressing as FUCK

had a Temu phase and for Christmas bought EVERYONE a blanket from them

explained his relationship with my mom to a coworker as "I live with her"

Mixed up my name with the dog

Had nice, long, beautiful hair but recently got it cut so short that he was depressed and moping for like a day about it even though HE wanted to cut it short

changes his age every time he tells us about when he came to America (he was either 14, 15, or 16)

Echo:

always sings "A Whole New World" for his karaoke song

apparently lied to the Korean embassy about going to America to "study" (has not been back since outside of visits to family)

my mom sent him a grocery list and he responded with "asking too much"

does not understand the words "bruh" or "huzzah" - along with all the other Gen Z slang (that even I don't understand sometimes)

would let me play Candy Crush on his phone but would take it away because I wasn't able to finish the levels and he didn't like me wasting his lives

calls my mom's cat "the baby"

got a PhD in his second language

Wrecker:

snores like a motherfucking freight train and sneezes like he's trying to break the sound barrier

learned how to cook/grill via YouTube (and is actually REALLY good at it)

wanted to show off his taekwondo skills (of which he has NONE) in elementary to a girl and said he'll kick a water bottle off her head - instead he ended up kicking the girl right in the face

Is married to a Mexican and thinks Taco Bell is the best (for some reason???)

Loves opening up presents more than the actual present itself (he'll always say that he doesn't need anything around Fathers Day, his birthday, or Christmas but then when he DOESN'T get anything, he gets upset)

takes a selfie and sends it to the family group chat every time my sister's cat comes to sit with him

Tech:

after his first date with my mom, he bought her a whole case of bottle water and left it at her dorm room door with no note or anything because he noted that she "drank a lot of water" during the date and thought she really liked water

was excused from mandatory Korean military service because his eyesight was so fucking awful, just absolute dogshit (and this was AFTER surgery)

asked if anyone needed to use the restroom on a road trip right before the exit and my younger brother said he needed to and my dad responded with "too bad" and kept driving

While we were watching Lord of the Rings every time I gasped or something during battle scenes or when Legolas did something cool, he went, "Don't worry. I think it's all CGI. That's all computers. It's not real."

Somehow knew his way around Texas the first time he was there after he was sent on a grocery run by my Tíos for a party they were having - y'know, before gps and google maps and shit

Crosshair:

frequently forgets my name and birthday but remembers that my favorite ice cream is mint chocolate chip

when my mom asked him where her birthday gift to her from him was one year all he did was cover his face and then did like a "peek-a-boo" motion to claim he was the gift

as a kid he got so upset at dinner once that he flipped the table over and got into so much trouble (claims he doesn't remember why he was so upset)

will ask the cats about their day before asking my mom or my siblings and I about our days

sits in the dark and plays COD on his phone at full volume as a way of unwinding

[1000-directions]

good stuff 2-26-24

mondays are crazy at work but today went by super fast and i got to spend some time training the new hire which i really wanted to do, and she was super engaged and catching on really quick, it was very encouraging!

I HAD A DATE! we got sushi and then chocolate fondue for dessert lol and then we uhhhh made out in their car while listening to music lol I LIKE THEM SO MUCH. we had a fancy date tonight and then on thursday i am gonna go to their house and we are gonna get taco bell lol i don't care what we do, i just like being around them!! they look at me so intently sometimes that i have to look away, and they asked me why, and i said i'm not used to being looked at like that, and they asked how it made me feel, and i said it made me feel special, and they said 'well, you are'

and now there is hockey

[flutter2deceive]

Bitching about financials and job things under the cut

My company announced like 2 months ago that our jobs are being eliminated, but it's like this nebulous thing because they're outsourcing and we need to transfer all our products, so my end date isn't until 3/31/2026. Like that's so far in the future and I'm gonna get severence (at end date, i will have worked there for 20 years literally over half my life) + a retention bonus, so I'll be ok for a little while after the fact i think i hope

But anyway i decided to immediately start cost-cutting 2 months ago:

•canceled subscriptions (canceled hulu, paramount+ (i have a plex server hookup anyway), canceled ubereats (and also stopped ordering from them altogether), canceled or went down a level on my minimal patreon subs)

•signed up for Shell's rewards system (it's literally free and you save at least 20cents/gallon every single time and sometimes more without having to spend any money you just click a button and boom extra 10cents if you fill up on a specific day.)

•haven't done *any* fun online shopping or regular store shopping for that matter

•severely cut down my fast food spending (i'm sorry taco bell ily), and as my friends are in similar financial woes, we've stopped ordering food every weekend and opted to make cheap dinners where we each bring some small component like 1 brings pasta 1 brings sauce 1 brings garlic bread

•this isn't a recent change, but i never go out anywhere for like drinks or to see local comedy shows like i used to frequently do. I'm a homebody who goes into the office twice a week and goes to my best friend's house on saturdays and just sits at home the rest of the time

Even with all that!! My debit card is at $26, my 1 credit card is $3 away from its limit, the other is $21 from its limit. I *thankfully* get my paycheck at midnight, but like... woof!

Last paycheck i was down to less than $100 the day before as well. It's so mind-boggling to me that it's this bad. Partially because I've had some unfortunately-timed plumbing issues and had to pay a pricey deductible (but glad i have the insurance obv cuz of how much the total cost would've been otherwise.) But also partially cuz i feel like shit is so much more fucking expensive than it's ever been!! And the last gallon of milk i bought and properly refrigerated went sour like a full week before its expiration date.

I have a decent job and make pretty good money (for now at least.) I have made several cost-cutting measures recently. I feel like I don't *do* anything. And it literally doesn't matter!!

My best friend who has an equally comfortable job told me he had about the same amount of $ as me to last him til his next paycheck too.

And on top of the financial stress, i am so fucking stressed at work because no one knows what they're doing and i keep getting roped into things at the last minute with an IM that says "hey got time for a quick call?" And then i end up having to put together a complicated spreadsheet that is needed by end of week. Why didn't you fucking ask sooner than 2pm on a thursday?! Oh cuz someone who will still have a job at the end of this didn't do what they were supposed to? Ok sure I'll get right on that. And I do. I do get right on that and have it back to you within a couple hours. Because i stupidly care about my job.

Ugghhh i hate everything atm... Except i was able to livestream my favorite singer Terri Clark's debut concert at The Ryman tonight. And i have a ton of Fran/CC fanfics queued up to read. And the Ghosts discord is constantly coming up with the cutest scenarios for H$, my current otp. And i am off the entire next week because next Friday is my birthday. And my dog is snoring.

So i guess it hasn't been such a bad day after all, Charlie Brown... or some such sentimental nonsense 🙃🙃🙃

[sunpaintedsea]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { CILLIAN "KEZ" CONNOR} walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { HE/HIM } is ? they kind of look like { AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { THIRTY-THREE } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { SIX MONTHS }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { RICK O'CONNELL } from { THE MUMMY (1999) }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { MANGO BAY ART DISTRICT } as an { ANTIQUE DEALER }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { NOMAD } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { IMPULSIVE } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { CHARMING } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { TWO BEDROOM } apartment beside me over in { HARBORVIEW RESIDENCES }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you! { JACK. 30. THEY/THEM. EST. }

tw: mentions of a plane crash

Basic Information

Full Name: cillian ruadhán connor

Nickname(s): kez

Age: thirty-three

Date of Birth: may 16

Hometown: dublin, ireland

Current Location: palmview grove, florida

Gender: cismale

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: biromantic, bisexual

Relationship Status: single

Occupation: antiques dealer

Personality

Positive Traits: charming, intelligent, witty, loyal, generous, protective, dedicated, courageous

Negative Traits: impulsive, scattered, impatient, obsessive, messy, easily distracted, irresponsible

Goals/Desires: to visit every country on earth

Fears: pigeons

Favourites

Weather: sunny with a cool breeze

Colour: green

Sport: rugby

Beverage: gin and tonic

Food: taco bell

Animal: crows

Family

Father: ruadhán connor

Mother: cecilia rousseau

Sibling(s): n/a

Pet(s): a wolfdog named kolhyst (kol for short)

Biography

{ tw: plane crash } cillian has never stayed in the same place for very long. born in dublin to two museum researchers, he spent the first six years of his life bouncing from historical landmark to historical landmark. it was a happy existence, full of love and knowledge. however, when the plane they were on went down while flying across the nubian desert, somewhere near the sudanese/egyptian border, cillian was left as an orphan, stuck in an egyptian orphanage, waiting to be adopted.

the adoption never came, so when he was fourteen, kez ran away from the orphanage. he got a job washing cars and couriering packages for a local business owner until he could save up enough to return to ireland. surely, there was someone looking for him. grandparents, an aunt or uncle, somebody. however, upon returning to his homeland, there was hardly a trace that he or his family had ever existed.

in his search, though, he did find an ally. an older man, never married and with no kids of his own, who was looking for an heir. someone to take over his business. this man, known only to kez as sir, supposedly knew kez's parents, worked with them once upon a time. sir was in the antiques business, but was getting a little too old to go out and acquire them on his own. so that's where kez comes in. the one condition? that kez move to london with him, which is where sir called home. kez enjoyed his new duties, and the cushy home that came with it. his job primarily was comprised of travelling to an exotic destination, meeting the pre-arranged contact, and finding a way to bring whatever they found safely back into the united kingdom.

kez had just turned twenty-nine when sir died, and had been working for him for the last thirteen years. sensing weakness in the family business, scotland yard decided now was the perfect time to launch their investigation into exactly how sir acquired all of these priceless antiques. knowing that he needed to beat the heat, kez packed up the business and fled overseas. he first landed california, and stayed for almost a year, opening up a tiny storefront as a cover.

over the years since, his antiques business has become a little more legitimate. he still moves it every six months to a year, bouncing from state to state, waiting for someone to catch on. however, he's noticed he quite likes palmview grove, and it has him wondering if there might be a nice, quiet future in this town.

[inhersepulchrebythesea]

So I went on a "date" last night 9/22/2023

My crush and I left for the bay around 5 yesterday evening so we would still have a little bit of daylight left. I got the jars she was giving me (all very nice), and she had some nice knives to scoop the secretions from the abandoned, dilapidated house.

We got the secretions. She gathered some mud from the water (she said she uses the snails in the mud for some personal stuff). And we headed back to my place to drop everything off.

But on the way back, she asked if I wanted to get dinner. And we looked at our muddy, gross selves and decided we'd pick something up and take it back to my apartment to eat.

So, we were sitting there, eating Taco Bell, talking about the bay.

"You know, the bay is a really good spot to get a lot of neat stuff," she said. "These snails are good for good luck terrariums. There's fish that make a really good tilapia Florentine--and also fish tacos if you don't want to go to that much effort--and they'll boost your stamina so crazy. And there's really cool rocks!"

"What do the rocks do?" I asked.

"Nothing! They're just cool!"

I asked her how she knew so much about this stuff, and she said it's just been an interest of hers. She's in the pharmaceutical program, and she's been diving into the old books kept in the basement of the campus library.

I said I didn't know about old pharmacy books in the basement, and she told me they're there if you know how to look for them. I thought it was funny because I work there. She didn't seem to want to talk about it anymore, so she started asking me about my program.

It was late by the time we finished eating and talking, so I asked her if she wanted to spend the night on my futon. It didn't seem like a good idea for her to walk back to her apartment. I lent her a t-shirt and sweatpants and a spare blanket that had seen better days.

She took a shower to wash off the bay odor. I apologized that my bedroom doesn't have a door and that she could see directly inside. She said it was okay and promised not to watch me sleep.

When I woke up this morning, though, she was hovering over me. I felt that same pressure on my chest. I coughed twice to loosen my lungs. I hadn't had that feeling in a week.

I asked if everything is okay. She looked startled. Like she had seen a ghost.

She said she thought she saw something right as my alarm went off. It was like she only caught it out of the corner of her eye. I asked what it looked like, and she said she couldn't describe it.

"It was probably just a shadow," she said. "From a cloud or a car. Something like that."

And I didn't point that there aren't too many passing shadows in a basement apartment.

She thanked me for letting her stay the night, but she had to get back to her apartment before her shift started at the cafe. I thanked her for the cool jars and the help.

So. I guess. Success in talking to her. But also. She was scared off by my creepy shadows.

[starlightsunrise]

2025 Soup Challenge - 2oup and 3oup

Creamy Tuscan Chicken Noodle Soup / Whatever Soup

This is soup 2 AND 3 because I made two versions of it over the course of a couple weeks

Followed this recipe

Soup Masterpost

I do not have pictures because I am a Fool

Shit I did different:

No sundried tomatoes. my roommate and i both hate them.

No flour. In retrospect it probably could have used it but god I am worried abt using flour to make soups thicker in a crockpot

Added a yellow bell pepper because I had it leftover from the black bean soup

The first time, I followed the recipe. It was..... okay. The fact that it ONLY calls for italian seasoning and salt/pepper as seasonings should have been my first clue that maybe i needed to Fix This Fucking Recipe but I wanted to trust the process.

I started with frozen chicken tenders (not breaded) and put them in the pot with some oil, then once they started cookin I added the other ingredients. Once the chicken was cooked, I took it out, shredded it with forks, and plopped it back in.

As my roommate and I were eating, we were like "yeah this is. This is just okay." I was told "it would have been hard to follow the black bean soup with anything, because it was incredible" and was asked when I would make that again. So, despite my preference to not repeat recipes, they might be right. I might need to repeat the black bean soup Soon.

And then we finished and as I was putting it away I went "you know what one ingredient would make this soup so much better?" and them, truly not believing a single ingredient could save this soup, went "...what?" and I said "bacon." and they went "OH. YEAH." I ate the leftovers - the black bean soup, we both ate the leftovers voraciously, but I was the Sole Eater of the Tuscan Soup.

FRIDAY SOUP RATING: PASS

ROOMMATE SOUP RATING: PASS

The second attempt was a Whatever Soup. Whatever Soup was introduced to me by my darling sibling as the soup their boyfriend went fucking nuts over when they first started dating. The only two requirements for Whatever Soup are tomato paste and broth. Everything else is "whatever you have." Luckily I have a Lot from Previous Soups, including cream from the first attempt of this soup that I was not gonna use for anything else, ever. So I made the creamy tuscan soup again, except instead of italian seasoning, I added a homemade taco seasoning that my mom made me for christmas, plus some powdered red pepper. I also sauteed the onions and garlic first, which honestly was a good fucking move and I should have done that with the peppers too. Live and learn.

Halfway through Soup Making on the second try, I realized I had Not put enough chicken in the soup, so as a hail mary i drained a can of canned chicken (kept on hand for depression chicken salad and buffalo chicken dip) and added it in. It wasn't bad, but having two different textures of chicken made me kinda eugh.

The Whatever Soup was better than the Tuscan Soup. It was still not a soup I think I'll be repeating, and I am the only one eating the leftovers again. (Which is fine, its good reheated, but nothing makes me happier than when I make food and people like it so much that they not only want seconds, they want reheated seconds.)

Huge shoutout to my roommate who Does Not Like most veggies in soup - texture issue - but still have eaten at least one bowl of every soup thus far. Sometimes they pick around the veggies, but they at least Try a bite with the veggies before they do so. I fully expected that a lot of these soups would be Solo Soups for me because they and I are Differently Picky about our food and textures, but they've been a goddamn trooper about at least Trying, and helping taste test broth to see what I'm missing season-wise. 11/10 everyone should have a roommate like mine in their life

FRIDAY SOUP RATING: PASS

ROOMMATE SOUP RATING: PASS

[annieintheaair]

No Matter What

I might have written about it here before but when James and I were dating many years ago, there was one night when we got into a fight. It was honestly a really stupid fight and I don't even remember how it started except that we were driving home and couldn't agree on what to eat for dinner. He wanted Taco Bell, I didn't want Taco Bell, but neither of us could come up with a different option.

By the time we pulled into the garage, neither of us were talking. On my way to the stairs, I saw something crawling on the back of the couch. In a shaky voice, I called out his name, "James..." and he came over to see the same thing that I saw. There was a giant cockroach crawling on the back of the couch.

Immediately, everything changed. We were suddenly working as a team, trying to fight a common enemy. That bug was so fast. We ripped all of the cushions off of the couch, they were all over the living room, and we were lying on the floor trying to crawl under the couch. We had the vacuum out and some brooms and together we were working to catch and kill the cockroach. Eventually, we did accomplish our goal and we were even laughing. It was like the fight in the car had never happened.

James ended up going back out to Taco Bell and I heated up some Trader Joe's mac and cheese. We settled in for the night to watch a movie and everything was good again.

When things started to get really bad towards the end, there were so many times when I wished a cockroach would just appear. I felt like everything would work out if we could be a team again. I thought that if by some miracle, everything was good again, maybe we could have a fake cockroach, and whenever we were in a fight and didn't want to keep going with the fight because one of us remembered that it wasn't worth fighting anymore, we could just take out the cockroach, throw it down, and the fight would end.

As it turned out, there were no more cockroaches and there was no more James. It wasn't because we couldn't agree on little things like what to eat for dinner but because we just didn't want the same things. It took me a long time to see that and at the time, it was really hard to see that no amount of cockroaches would have ever put us back together.

What are the things that are really worth fighting over?

Anyway, yesterday, despite how I've been feeling this week, I went to meet my friend Jillian to catch up. I've been so sick all week that I've been living off of Pepto Bismol and sleeping pills. I almost felt like I was going to need to cancel but I also had to pick up prescriptions (including more sleeping pills) so I had to make the trip out. I haven't been able to eat much and while everyone is talking about their New Year's weight loss goals, I've already lost 7lbs in the first week. It's not that I don't want to eat, it's that I can't. Everything makes my stomach hurt or makes me nauseous. Nothing seems to help. I wake up every day feeling sick and go to bed sick, too.

After spending time with Jillian, I had a little bit of time before church. The sun was starting to set and it was chilly but I drove over to the park by my old house and got out to take a walk around the pond. When I looked at my watch, I realized I didn't have as much time as I thought I did. I wanted to make the full loop so I walked extra fast, nearly running, around the whole pond until I was back at my car. The fresh air felt so good and being back there felt like I was home again. The only thing missing was my dogs.

At church, the new series was so good that I was glad to have made the trip to watch it in person instead of at home on my couch. So many things that Pastor John said just made me tear up. At one point, he was calling out job titles and he said, "flight attendant" and I immediately lifted my head like he was trying to get my attention. He asked if anyone has made any big mistakes and he talked about how much God loves us and forgives us.

All of this made me think about a Kathy Baker quote I loved when I was younger. She said, "There are different kinds of love, darling. Some people you love no matter what, and others you love when the situation is right. To me, the best kind of love is the no matter what kind."

Isn't that incredible to think about? God loves us no matter who you are and what you've done. No matter the mistakes we make, he still loves us. While I know that no one on earth will love me the way that God loves me, I still want the "no matter what" kind of love.

I saw something on Instagram yesterday that said, "The reality is... none of us are easy to be with. We all suffer from something. So when you meet someone who's willing to stay committed to understand you and actually want to grow with you, don't let something silly like ego and pride ruin it."

We've all been through things in our life that have shaped us into who we are. We aren't perfect people and we all make mistakes. When James and I broke up, Lysa TerKeurst came out with a new book called, "Forgiving What You Can't Forget." It came out at the perfect time so I bought both the book and the journal to go with it. God forgives us so why shouldn't we forgive others? I realized from the book that withholding forgiveness hurts you more than the other person. Even if the other person isn't even sorry, you can still forgive them.

One of the quotes from Lysa's book said, “Staying here, blaming them, and forever defining your life by what they did will only increase the pain. Worse, it will keep projecting out onto others. The more our pain consumes us, the more it will control us. And sadly, it’s those who least deserve to be hurt whom our unresolved pain will hurt the most.”

I think about the things I've been through and those people who have hurt me and it's like what they say, hurt people, hurt people. Whether the hurt came from the person you're hurting now or the hurt came from past trauma, aren't we all going through something? Don't we all have a past?

In the book, Lysa also said, “It is necessary for you not to let pain rewrite your memories. And it’s absolutely necessary not to let pain ruin your future.”

Why do we let pain try to erase all of the good? Why can't we see the good things instead of focusing so strongly on the bad?

“Relationships were reduced to attempts at managing what I feared about them rather than enjoying what I loved about them” (another Lysa quote). Why do we let fear consume us? Why can't we enjoy what's good?

The thing is, God loves us even though we're not perfect. He knows we're going to mess up, yet he gives us grace anyway. Shouldn't we do the same for others? God never stops giving us chances. He never gives up on us. If the goal as followers is to try to be like Jesus, then shouldn't we show others God's love by doing the things he would have done? Things like extending forgiveness, giving chances, and not giving up on people.

At the end of the service last night, Pastor John also asked if maybe we need to compromise in our relationships.

I drove the hour home from church, crying. Sometimes we just feel like we failed. The series at church is called "Hello my name is ____". Sometimes I feel like my name on that tag is failure.

I thought about how I wished I could rewind a whole year. I wish I could go back and make other choices and not move away from the place and people I loved. I felt like I had prayed so hard for God to put me in the right place but yet I still feel like I don't belong here. It has been an incredibly difficult year of so many ups and downs. Before I went to bed last night, I couldn't help but think of all of the things that I probably wouldn't have lost if I had moved here. I thought about the joy I had last New Year's when I got my dream car and was so excited.

I feel like everything has just fallen short of all of my expectations. I'm just praying that God helps guide me through all of this and into a better year.

If nothing else, the Vietnamese New Year (Tết) is on February 10th. Can we have a redo then?

xoxo

Annie

[shootingxstardust]

Okay need to vent because I need to write my thoughts down a little.

I have a sister. She and I were always close. We're just 16 months apart and we had always been together. We were best friends. She was always the innocent little sister, while I was the responsible older sister. We spent time together, played video games, and even rped together (IRL, not on here). My step mom said we behaved like twins, and yeah we were about as close as twins could be. Besides my paternal grandmother (Sadly not around anymore), she was my best and closest friend. And then just a couple years ago that came crashing down.

Back in high school, my sister became friends with B. Now B was a mormon.. but that was alright. She and my sister got along pretty well, and they were buddies, though because she was a mormon, B was pretty sheltered. Now once out of high school, just a couple years ago, my sister joined a D&D group through B, and that was where the problem started. Despite the mormon bit, I liked B, when she was around, it felt like she was part of the family, but now I wish my sister hadn't met her, especially now that B is giving my sister the cold shoulder for no apparent reason, but ehhh that's neither here nor there.

My sister joined a D&D group with B and a few of B's friends. I didn't see my sister that often at this , but she was happy and I was fine ... however, the problem arose when she developed a crush on J. Now J.. He's mormon, a Trump supporter, racist, and a bigot, and none of that was a red flag to my sister.. All my sister cared about was that he was nice, and liked Power Rangers... I and the rest of my family voiced our disapproval, but she said if we gave him a chance, we'd like him... I hate him...

The moment she confessed about dating him, she stared leaving the house at 8 am, and not returning until midnight.. Neither I, nor the rest of my family saw my sister. It was as if we ceased to exist.. Back in July of 2021, my parents were out of the house for a week, and I had just gotten home after getting in a car accident.. Instead of being there to support me, she went to his place instead.

She also was not honest about anything with this relationship.. After only being with him for 10 months, she has a kid with him.. Meaning she got pregnant one month into the relationship.. When asked why she wanted to have the kid she said "Because babies are cute, and sweet." I am 100% positive this controlling asshole baby-trapped her.. and neither are prepared to raise a kid.. I've said it before, but it'd be one thing of that baby, stayed a baby, but babies become kids, and then kids become teenagers, and then adults..

She had a kid with someone... who is mormon, is all around just a gross person in general, eats his boogers, baby-trapped her, manages her finances, controls her transportation, has plans to move her away to some small mountain town, takes her phone and reads through her text messages, has her listed as MILF in his phone and is all around just a gross person in general... He called my parents evil.. and even made sexual comments about me and shxxtteredfantasy... He also had an awesome job.. one that was making probably at least $18 an hour... and he shat all over it.. Because he was prouder of his job at Taco Bell, making $13 an hour... I don't know what my sister is going to do, and I fear for that kid honestly. He doesn't deserve to have parents that crappy, especially the dad, my sister is unfortunately just dumb...

But god.. I hate it and I fear that my sister is gonna get sucked into that mormon cult, get moved into some closed-minded yeehaw town, and then I never hear from, or barely hear from her again... It's sad.. we were so close, we were best friends, and now it's like I know nothing about her, or her life..