#burned his own gf house down to impress her

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Ngl gumball is the type to not fuck around when someone says anything about his gf he's very obsessed with

the tags aren't letting me tell you how gumball literally brought an entire PERSON, probably a dead one of unconscious as a SACRIFICE to a fake cult made by his own teachers and classmates (they didn't take it well)

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Y/N x Sam Winchester

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SUMMARY: you are Sam’s gf, you are a happy couple who are studying law, but what happens when his older brother returns home?

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Dean Winchester barreled down the road in his beloved Impala, heart racing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He hadn't seen his brother, Sam, in two years. Now, he needed his help. Their father, John Winchester, was missing, and the family business of hunting supernatural creatures couldn't afford another casualty.

Pulling up to Stanford University, Dean took a deep breath. He hoped Sam wouldn't be too resistant to joining him. Sam had left the life of hunting to pursue a normal life, and Dean respected that, but circumstances demanded a reunion.

"Sam!" Dean called as he barged into the apartment.

Sam Winchester turned to face his brother, surprise written all over his face. "Dean? What are you doing here?"

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days," Dean explained, worry evident in his voice.

Sam's face fell. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm here. I need your help to find him."

Sam hesitated, glancing at his girlfriend, Y/N, who had entered the room upon hearing the commotion. "Dean, I have a life here. I can't just drop everything."

You stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Sam's arm. "Sam, if your dad's in trouble, you need to help him. We can figure things out together."

Dean nodded approvingly. "She is right. Just for a few days, Sammy."

Reluctantly, Sam agreed, but you insisted on coming with the brothers, Sam told you everything about his past so it was nothing new to hear. Sam was sceptical and worried about your safty, but in the end the brothers agreed and you three set off to get to the case

The case led them to Jericho, California. Dean and Sam quickly fell into their old rythm of hunting, while you adapted pretty quickly.

As they delved deeper into the case, they discovered the legend of a Woman in White, a vengeful spirit of a woman named Constance Welch. She lured men to their deaths, driven by the pain of her own betrayal.

One night, as they staked out the haunted stretch of road, the Woman in White appeared. She targeted Sam, sensing his vulnerability. Y/N, not one to be left behind, intervened, using a mixture of courage and knowledge from John Winchester's journal to ward off the spirit.

"Sam, Dean, salt and iron!" she shouted, tossing a canister of salt to Sam.

With Y/N’s help, they managed to temporarily dispel the spirit. However, they knew it was only a matter of time before she returned. They needed to find Constance's remains and put her to rest.

The clues led them to Constance's abandoned house. Inside, they found her children’s remains hidden in a wall, revealing the tragic truth of her story. Constance had drowned her children in a fit of madness before taking her own life. Her spirit was bound to the area, forever reliving her grief and rage.

As they prepared to salt and burn the remains, the Woman in White appeared, more powerful and vengeful than ever. She attacked, throwing Sam across the room. Dean and Y/N fought bravely, but it was Sam who ultimately confronted the spirit.

"You don't have to do this," he pleaded. "You can rest now."

Constance wavered, her rage giving way to sorrow. In that moment of vulnerability, Sam, Dean, and Y/N completed the ritual, releasing her spirit and ending her torment.

With the case solved, Sam faced a difficult decision. He had rediscovered his skills as a hunter and recognized the importance of their mission. Y/N, too, had proven herself as a capable ally. They both understood that the supernatural world posed a threat that couldn't be ignored.

"Dean, I'm coming with you," Sam said, determination in his eyes. "But I want Y/N to stay safe."

You shook her head, her resolve unwavering. "No, Sam. I'm in this with you. We can make a difference together."

Dean grinned, proud of his brother and impressed by yours bravery. "Welcome to the family business, Y/N."

The trio drove off into the night, the Impala's engine roaring as they embarked on a new journey. Together, they would face the darkness, hunting monsters and protecting the innocent. The Winchesters, now joined by Y/N, were stronger than ever, ready to face whatever the supernatural world threw at them.

As they sped down the road, the stars above bore witness to a new dawn in the fight against the forces of darkness. The Winchester legacy continued, now with an unexpected but formidable ally by their side.

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.1

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.2

Beautiful artwork was created by @starstruck-loner​! THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETIE I LOVE IT!!!

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Snow freckled the chilly January day lightly, like powdered sugar over a freshly baked pastry, sticking to each layer effortlessly and creating a blanket that completely covered the woods and the cabin nested between the trees. The atmosphere was still and stiff, like frozen icicles that were not going to start dripping any time soon. The air was bitter and unwelcoming, which was probably why no living thing was outside today. Today was the perfect day to burrow and sleep and keep warm with your own body heat.

A crack through space-time cut through the air. The crushing of tiny ice particles followed as two twelve-year-olds ran, one chasing the other, as the time-tape was heating up and buzzing. “This thing is getting hotter! Hot! Hot, hot, hot!” Mabel attempted to save her palms from burns by bouncing the tiny machine between her hands.

“What are you doing?!” Dipper demanded as Mabel bounced the tape-measure too hard and her twin reached a hand to catch it. He managed to catch it perfectly, like an athlete catching a baseball, and then was gone in a flash of baby-blue lightning.

Mabel’s eyes widened in sheer panic and she held her arms as a gust of wind blew and nearly froze her to her core. It felt like her skin was being pricked by mean sewing needles. She looked around wildly for her brother, for him to come back to this time and place immediately, because surely he would use the time machine to come back, but seconds ticked by and she was still alone.

Puffs of smoke decorated the wintry scene as she held her shivering body and looked at the shack. It wasn’t as colorful and welcoming and loud as the shack Mabel remembered, but she made herself consider that it was because there was no big sign or tourist-y things, and it was winter. Then a light turned on, the hall if Mabel remembered her summer home correctly, and the door opened.

The hope that Mabel had in her chest of seeing her great-uncle was gone, and replaced with fear and confusion. This man looked very much like Stan, though much younger, quite chubby and youthful, wearing a black t-shirt and blue plaid pajama-pants. He had the same face as a young-Stan, but with a more pink than orange nose, a cleft chin, fluffier hair that reminded Mabel of her’s when it was short, and different glasses. 

Mabel didn’t know what to do or how to react or how to feel. People change a lot when they age, sure, but this much? It was possible this person wasn’t Stan, but who else would look so similar to him and live in this house? Maybe this is the guy who lived here before Stan, and they just happen to look very similar. This is Gravity Falls, and though she and Dipper were still new to the town, it was a weird place where something like this could happen.

It also came to Mabel how odd the situation was for the man: a little girl was standing in a sweater and skirt outside his house in the winter. Would he try to send her home? She had no home to go to. She didn’t know what year this was, but if it was a time Stan didn’t live here, it must have been way before she was born, maybe even before her parents met. She was stranded.

But the man looked at her sympathetically and he seemed kind and worried. He grabbed a trenchcoat and called gently, “Hello. Are you okay?”

Mabel bit her lip. His voice was definitely not Grunkle Stan’s. A gust of wind made her shiver and her teeth chatter, and the man stepped into some slippers and walked up to her, draping the trenchcoat over her shoulders. “There there, that’s a very nice sweater, but it doesn’t seem to be keeping you warm, is it?”

“N-No.” Mabel shivered. “I… I used breathable yarn for…” She stopped. She was going to say how she used breathable yarn for the warm California weather, but she decided not to.

“You used?” The man repeated, rubbing her shoulders to try to make the trenchcoat work faster. “You made this?”

Mabel saw his excited grin and she smiled nervously. “Y-Yeah. I knit sweaters.”

The man bent his knees in front of her and studied her sweater. She held out an arm so he could see and his brown eyes sparkled. “That’s very impressive! I love sweaters!”

Mabel gasped happily. “C-C-Can I m-make you one?!”

The man looked taken back, but chuckled and stood. “Of course, but first let’s get you warm. How does hot chocolate sound?”

“Y-Yes, p-p-please.” Mabel shivered, and allowed the man to walk her into the house.

It was scaringly like the Mystery Shack, but so much was different. It was the same layout, the same house, but there was so much that was different. A coat rack stood by the door, holding a white lab coat with black rubber gloves in the pocket, some safety goggles like the ones in Mabel’s science classes, and Stan’s fez. Mabel stared at it. Well, okay it probably wasn’t Stan’s fez, but it was a maroon fez with a golden fish and a black tassle. 

There was a wood-burning stove alive in the living room, with a small box full of wood by it and a tiny stool. Instead of Grunkle Stan’s armchair, there was a red-velvet couch, a large writing desk, and the room was decorated with books, desks, papers, and jars and experiments. It was all strange, but warm and cozy with the fire going.

Mabel smiled as the man pulled out the tiny stool and gestured for her to sit by the stove. She obeyed and the coat was removed from her shoulders, but quickly replaced with a dark-green blanket.

“There, do you mind warming up here while I make your hot chocolate?” He asked, draping his trenchcoat over his arm.

Mabel shook her head and held her cold hands in front of the stove. “Thank you.”

The man smiled. “You’re welcome.” And he turned and left for where Mabel knew the kitchen was.

Sitting alone and feeling better as her body was getting warm, Mabel thought it all over. This man was clearly not her Grunkle Stan, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nice or couldn’t help her. Any minute Dipper was going to come back for her, but until then she had to stay where she was. That’s what grown-ups told her to do if she was ever lost. Stay where you are until you’re found.

By the time Mabel was very comfortable, the man returned with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and handed one to the girl. “Here you are, my dear.”

“Thank you, sir.” Mabel sipped and hummed in delight as the man sat on the floor next to her.

“You’re very welcome.” He sipped his drink and added, “Now then, I have to ask, what were you doing out there? Did you get lost?”

Mabel’s face dropped and she nodded. “Uh, huh.”

“Hm, very well. That can easily happen when playing on a snow day.” The man said with a smile. “Why don’t I call our parents and we can arrange to have you back home safe?”

Mabel swallowed nervously. She bit her lip, looking down at her mug. She didn’t know what to say to that.

The man looked at her and noticed how scared she was. “Is something wrong?”

Mabel looked up at him, was met with a kind face, and whimpered, “I can’t call them.”

The man smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure you won’t get into too much trouble. Maybe a little, but it’s for the best to call them so we can get you home soon.”

Mabel shook her head and squeezed her stinging eyes shut. “They’re… not around.”

The man’s face dropped as Mabel scrubbed at her eyes. “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

Mabel only replied with a sniff and she sipped her hot chocolate.

“Is there someone I can call for you?” The man asked. “I’m sure there’s someone out there worried about you.”

Mabel bit her lip. “M-My brother… He’s still out there…”

“Is he lost, too?”

Mabel shrugged.

“Well,” The man held his cleft chin in thought. “I’m sure he’s out there looking for you. Perhaps then you should wait here until he comes here, and then we can send you to your guardian.”

“It’s just us.” Mabel muttered. “Just us.”

The man smiled. Mabel hoped he believed her brother was much older than her, or at least old enough to take care of her. That way she wasn’t really lying, just letting this man believe what he wanted to believe. Nothing wrong with that. “Okay. Still, you may stay here until he finds you.”

Mabel sniffed and wiped her nose with her sweater sleeve. “Thank you, sir.”

“Please, call me Ford.” He said and held out a hand to her.

Mabel smiled and shook his hand. “I’m Mabel.”

“Mabel, huh? That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.” She looked down at their hands and her eyes widened. One, two, three, four, five, s-...

Ford pulled his hand free, his cheeks reddening as he sipped his hot chocolate, but Mabel was grinning at him happily and she gasped with joy, “You have six fingers?!”

Ford blinked at her, reminding Mabel of a startled owl, and he cleared his throat. “Um, y-yes. It’s a birth defect.”

“Nuh, huh! It’s cool! Can I see, please?” Mabel sat her mug on the floor by her feet.

The researcher didn’t like people staring at his hands, but this young girl wanted to look, it appears, in admiration, so Ford hesitantly gave her his hands and she held them lovingly, her eyes sparkling like stars.

“Wow! That’s neat! No wonder your hand shake was so friendly! It’s a whole finger friendlier than normal!” Mabel was then reminded that Dipper’s journal had a six-fingered hand on it.

The girl’s eyes widened as she wondered if she was meeting Dipper’s idol. It was possible. The journal Dipper had dated it in the 80s, and Dipper said that the author mysteriously disappeared. As exciting as it was to meet the Author of the Journals, all it did was put Mabel more at ease. If anyone can help her, he can.

Ford laughed and gave her hands a soft squeeze. “I like you! You’re weird.”

Mabel grinned, distracted from her thoughts and grateful for it. “I like you, too, Ford!”

[arrenkae]

Some highlights of our Curse of Strahd campaign so far:

Izek fight, with half of the party pinning him down and the other half slowly and painfully trying to cut off his demon arm while Vincent (the bard) tries to calm him down and explain that he is, in fact, his long lost twin brother and all of this is for his own good; meanwhile, the house is on fire

A Very Angry Vincent confronting the baron over his treatment of Izek, rolling a nat 20 to bitch slap him, then proceeding to make out with Edena (the sorlock and also his gf) because she found it hot somehow; meanwhile, Paelias (the dusk elf druid) finds the Murder Mirror and summons a mirror assassin, who proceeds to walk into baron’s office, stab his unconscious body right in front of Vincent and Edena and walk right back out

Edena, a nice and proper sorlock lady, getting nightmares from her patron Tharizdun, failing her saving throw against a sudden urge to burn things, calmly walking down in the middle of the night, starting a small fire downstairs, putting it out and going back to sleep like nothing happened; cue everyone in the party panicking when they wake up and find out someone tried to burn down the house

Party basically adopting Victor Vallakovich despite the fact that he killed 2 people just to test his teleportation circle, because being in Barovia lowers your standards considerably

Ferret (the 10-year old child archfey warlock) being Very Confused about the Vasili reveal and writing a very nice letter to Vasili/Strahd asking him if they can still be friends, prompting him to send her nice dreams and a cool flaming horse to bring her to Ravenloft when the party decides that taking an actual child there for dinner might not be the best idea; naturally, she becomes convinced he is a great guy and gets even more confused about everyone hating on him (and then terrified of the party considering her Strahd’s spy, although this got resolved eventually)

Lady Arisa (the eldritch knight and certified history nerd) trying to dig up more info on wildfolk and druids of Barovia in Strahd’s library, discovering the legend of Sangzor and unlocking Sangzor wildshape for the druid

Ferret pulling up an epic combo to snatch Izek (aka Alexander, who now joined the party as a trusted NPC) from the Gulthias Tree vampiric branches at the last possible moment, getting snatched and almost drained to death herself, then bursting into flames with Hellish Rebuke and burning the tree into ashes; meanwhile, Paelias summons lightning from the sky as Sangzor, thoroughly impressing the remaining druids and berserkers

Lady Arisa deciding it’s a good idea to send a bunch of bandits to find honest work in the Village of Barovia with a recommendation letter for Ismark; as the party finds out much later, those bandits decided that a lone and unloved burgomaster with no guards and a pretty sister would be an easy prey, and then subsequently got brutally murdered by Strahd who JUST allowed Ireena to leave the castle and join her brother but apparently even the village is not safe for her anymore, how unfortunate ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Party trying to take on the hags 3 times and failing each one of them, eventually settling on making a deal with them and Ferret giving up her tooth to save a bunch of children from certain death (which surely won’t come to bite them back in the ass later)

Lady Arisa flirting with Strahd’s bride Sasha at the dinner, then getting her memories about her eaten by an oblex in Krezk and becoming very confused when she gets a letter from Sasha (like, why is this vampire even writing to her??)

Party helping Krezk with food and werewolves and finding a new burgomaster (also a werewolf, but still) and then all of this culminating in an extremely wholesome and beautiful First Snow festival that brings all people of Krezk together (and conveniently lines up with our Christmas session irl) 

Party going from an uneasy alliance with Lady Watcher to straight up friendship bombing her and resurrecting her husband until she is forced to admit that fine, she will look the other way if they decide to oppose Strahd just because they are That Great

Paelias’ amazing romance arc with Illyria “Whiteclaw” Krezkova, a wild and somewhat crazy middle-aged werewolf woman, who spent decades in the mountains being alone and bitter but gets saved and redeemed by the power of Love and Friendship, and then afterwards party helps her become an avatar of a literal moon goddess

This time when out of all people, Edena was the one to pick up Kavan’s spear, making his ghost EXTREMELY pissed because he sensed her connection to Tharizun and then swearing that he would NEVER entrust his spear’s power to one such as her; but then, after lots of bickering, some poorly-timed wild magic surges (that get blamed on Kavan), her using the spear as a drying rack, and then finally admitting that she wants to get rid of Tharizdun, Edena makes a pact with Kavan and changes her subclass into a hexblade (and wild magic sorcerer becomes abberant mind, symbolizing her own magic becoming more stable but still carrying traces of Tharizun)

An epic fight with the Abbot, with him dragging Lady Arisa up into the sky and her clinging onto his wings and stabbing him as he tries to throw her 800+ feet down, Vincent and Victor bombarding him with fireballs and Ferret pulling off another combo to bring Edena with her flying cloak up into range so that she can blast him; then, on their last hit points, the Abbot finally goes down and Edena manages to catch Lady Arisa into her arms before she falls to her death along with him

Victor accidentally getting corrupted by some corrupting stuff in Abbot’s Body Horror Dungeon, resulting in a hilarious sequence of events where increasingly panicking Victor starts disappearing into the ethereal plane and party has no idea how to drag him out (he does get better eventually)

Vincent finding a jar of symbiotic ooze in Abbot’s Body Horror dungeon and then deciding it’s a good idea to drink it because “he wants to show her the world” and name it Giselle; now he can spit acid and become a slime boy once per day

Party making a bet with Ez on who can get to the Tser Pool first, only for Paelias to immediately cast Plant Growth underneath her wagon, as the party is flying off on their summoned giant eagles (they won and Ez had to tell them an Embarrasing Van Richten fact)

[ameliascorsones-blog]

Permanent December ▸ Chapter Three.

A/N: hey guys! sorry for the two week wait between chapters, i don’t think this is going to as long as I originally thought because I’m kind of eh about it and feeling weird about my writing,  but thank you so much for having patience as I’ve been sick and just out of my element. To be honest, this chapter didn’t go as I thought it was going to, but surprise, I guess??? Apparently the story is going quicker than I’d planned. enjoy !! lemme know what you think! also, I think this is pretty much the longest chapter I’ve written. NICE.

warnings: nothing really, owens gf is a bitch though and really doesn’t last long !! 

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“What the hell is she even doing here? She doesn’t need to be here, Owen! It’s not like I bring my ex boyfriend around you!” The words seemed so far away, they were like a haze quite honestly. It was hard to even open her eyes, she was exhausted. This was the first real sleep that the surgeon had gotten in months, maybe a couple of years. Since she and Owen had split after the teenager in their care had died of that overdose she had light sleeps at best. He always smelled like pine, and fresh air and it lulled her, just like it had that day hence her half sleeping with her head now resting on a pillow but she wouldn’t dare open her eyes. She wasn’t going to involve herself in this fight, it wasn’t her business even if they were talking about her.

“She is Leo’s mother, Carla! It’s something you’ll need to get over!”

A groan fell from the brunettes lips though it was quiet, her head burying further into the couch pillows. God, she just wanted to rest.

“It’s not her weekend, Owen and I don’t think part of her job is cuddling you! It’s her own fault if she’s missing out, she dumped you — you’re mine now.”

“What the hell am I? A possess  —”

No, that was it. They were going to wake Leo and Amelia wasn’t having that. So what if this wasn’t her house anymore, clearing her throat she sat up. “Shut up! Both of you!” The blonde in the room had daggers on her, Amelia wasn’t impressed with her. She didn’t even deserve to be talking at all and she was really pressing her luck. “Listen to me, Carla…”anger because suddenly she was completely awake. If Amelia was honest with herself she hadn’t seen red like this since Betty had called her a hag that one time. “You did this to my kid, you’re the reason he’s got a cast on his tiny arm, and he’s sleeping off the pain with meds they gave him at the doctor.. so do not start with your bullshit complaining. I’m here because he wants me here, and if you really want to fight with someone I’ll fight with you. Really, right here we can fight, and we will if you don’t shut your ridiculously skinny ass up because if you wake my kid I will take you down.” Maybe she was acting more tough than she really looked in her mom jeans and cardigan but it was the thought that counted. It wasn’t a lie either, she really would fight tooth and nail for her kid.

“Are you a psycho, drunk maybe? We all know you have problems with the bottle but I think if you’re craving you should just go get some instead of acting like a crazy bi —” It would take two seconds to hit her, she was like a good one and a half steps away but Carla was lucky, she was saved by the bell. That bell being Leo.

“Mama? Yous still here’s?”

And suddenly all the anger was gone, a tired smile on her features instead as she turned to face Leo. God, he looked so tired and confused. It wasn’t like she could blame him, this never happened, her and Owen never made an effort to truly hang out for Leo’s sake.

“Hi chunk, what’s up? You look so sleepy..”

Behind her as she watched Leo fidget she heard the quiet whispers of a breakup, and then Owen asking the blonde to leave. Confusion was swirling her brain but it didn’t matter because before she knew it, their sons lip was quivering and he burst into tears. It took her by surprise, Leo didn’t cry often but when he did it was usually because he was tired or something happened he didn’t like. Walking over to her son, she bent down to his height, picking him up with ease, it was then she realized. He’d peed and he was still tired. Damn it, this was going well. “I didn’t means to, mama!” It was loud, and right in her ear as she rocked him back and fourth, soothing sounds whispered back.

“I know you didn’t mean to, baby.. it’s okay. Daddy’ll change your sheets and we’ll get you cleaned up.  Try to take a few deep breaths, you don’t want to get sick.”

Owen was already heading toward the room to find new sheets, and she thanked god silently that he still knew her silent cues. Usually they tried not to allow Leo fits without some kind of time out, but there was no way she was giving him time out today, it was fair that he was upset, today had sucked. Instead she headed toward the bathroom, turned on the water and slipped his outfit of choice and got to washing, making sure his cast didn’t get an ounce of wet. After that, she wrapped him in the hooded towel that sat by the door, the only thing heard being his quiet sniffles. Still, the whole time that she was bathing Leo? All she could think about was how she ruined things for Owen again, they were friends. She should’ve just kept her mouth shut so that he stayed happy, especially after being the one to ruin his happiness in the first place.

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Seven O’clock rolled around a lot faster than the four year old that was currently in both his parents care would’ve liked, and after a waffle sans the chocolate chips and more than two bed time stories, the little boy was back out, a smile shining on his face that the mother of the two surgeons hadn’t seen in a while. Leaning down, the brunette pressed a gentle kiss to Leo’s head and made sure he had his stuffed dog before tiptoeing from the room, leaving the door open a crack as she headed back down the hall to join Owen in the kitchen where he was cleaning up her mess as he always did.

“He’s out like a light, poor kid.. he’s had the worst day.”

There was a slight snort that followed and Amelia raised a brow as she leaned against wall. Owen hadn’t turned to face her or said a word through Leo’s dinner of waffles. Was he mad at her? The thought came back that she ruined his happiness and maybe she was right. Maybe he was pissed at her for even coming over, but it wasn’t like that she’d asked for the insults, right? “Good thing, it’s almost eight.” That was it as he set pieces of the waffle maker in the dishwasher and turned it on before beginning to wipe the counters with ease. A sharp response and that was all she got.

“What’s your deal? Are you upset with me or something, ‘cause I didn’t even do anything. It’s not my fault your girlfriend goes way too far, Leo’s more mature than her.” Of course she was instantly on the defence because she felt bad and when she felt bad? Things turned south fast and she either drank or did worse. Silence, she was met with absolute silence and just like day one she still could read him. “You are mad at me,” a scoff to follow as she stepped further into the room, closer to him because she knew that Leo was sleeping and she wasn’t about to wake him up, not like earlier.

“I’m not mad at you, Amelia. Good God, drop it.” Hanging the towel back where it had laid before, Owen stepped past her and from the room. Yet he knew she didn’t drop a single thing; remembered as he heard her gentle footsteps behind him and into the living room. “I said I’m not mad at you. I just can’t do this!”

It took her by surprise; Owen’s louder words. The last time that he’d raised his voice at her? The night that she told him she was leaving. For a moment she almost took a step back, but then he turned to face her, his features guilty and instead she took a step closer. There was something in the air, something different than there usually was. “Do what?” She wondered softly, a brow raising in thought. Sit with her, maybe order some take out like she was thinking of offering? For some reason it made her nervous, caused her stomach to clench like it hadn’t since that morning when she’d heard of something wrong with Leo. But instead of answering her, the ginger shook his head and turned away from her. It was all it took for her to close the distance between them, a hand reaching out to clasp his wrist. “Do what, Owen? What can’t you do?” Was he going to have an episode or something? She couldn’t be sure, maybe he just needed space, she didn’t know him like that any longer. “Please talk to me.. Do what?”

Their conversations had never been so soft, her voice never soft. Honestly, she usually lost her cool pretty fast but this was different, something was causing her heart to beat a little harder in her chest, stomach to twist. Like when she first caught feelings for him, but no, it wasn’t that. She refused to believe that, even if all of the signs were pointing to it not to mention the fear of losing him. The brunette had figured they’d had a nice day together, even if it had been the slightest bit awkward at first and through all the bad stuff so she was more than confused at the anguish on his features as he turned to face her and she couldn’t help but swallow nervously at their close proximity.

“Be your friend, cuddle and whatever else. I can’t do it, it hurts and even if you’re over it, I’m not.”

Quite honestly the tension in the air had suddenly thickened at his words and she opened and closed her mouth. What was she supposed to say? Hand moved from his wrist to his bicep and the neurosurgeon shook her head. “No, that’s not fair. Please don’t say that, okay? I know that I screwed up, that I hurt you but we’re friends.. for Leo.. we’re friends and its good. I was just tired today, I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.” Why she was pleading with him was beyond her because she never begged but it was all she could do as her eyes burned with the most uncomfortable tears she’d felt in her life. “You and Leo? You’re all I have,” it was embarrassing that she hadn’t moved on from their family but she couldn’t help herself.  Wiping a stay tear from her own cheek, she swallowed past the lump in her throat and inhaled softly as his own eyes softened.

“Amelia, hang on. It’s not because of you. It’s because of me, I don’t think that you realize how well I slept today even if it was just for a while. I haven’t slept that well since you left, and even when Carla came in here screeching? It felt good like it should always be happening.”

For some reason it felt like a magnet was pulling her closer, wet cheeks the last thing on her mind as she chewed at her lip. Heart beat harder as the words tumbled from her exes lips, and with the way her palms got sweaty, she knew it wasn’t a good idea but still she couldn’t help the way she leaned up, nose brushing against his stubble. This was why they didn’t hang out together alone, there was too much sexual tension that she hadn’t realized before now. Inhaling sharply at his scent, a hand trailed up his arm and to his neck tugging him down closer.

“Owen..” His name a breath oh her lips before she shook her head. “It’s a bad idea.” Who was she trying to convince? Herself or him, she wasn’t sure even though she was the one pulling him closer to her.  The truth was, no matter how many dates she went on, no one had made her feel as special as Owen had just two seconds before. He slept better with her and the thought made her light up inside. Yet of course she wouldn’t admit that, pretending that she was only lonely instead.

A nod followed and the ginger pulled back from the other, hearing a groan escape her lips as she clasped her other hand around his neck to meet the one already there. “It’s a bad idea.. but I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”

There was the Amelia that he was used to, the one who smirked just a little and she had him as putty in her hands. “We shouldn’t, it’s not healthy for Leo.” he managed softly though he leaned just enough for his nose to brush against hers.

Two pairs of lips were so close to touching and Amelia was craving it, craving Owens touch for the first time in two years. “I said he’s out. He won’t even hear us, plus as much excitement as he had today, we deserve some too. I haven’t had any excitement in a long time, no strings, no big deal, just for tonight…” The double innuendo wasn’t missed on him, and a soft laugh escaped at her gentle convincing even though he didn’t need it. Not really, he wanted Amelia as much as she wanted him. Was it because of the emotional day they’d had? He didn’t know, but it didn’t matter as his lips came to crash against hers, no hesitation as she kissed him back. With a muttered thank god, he pulled back for permission and she gave a simple nod as he picked her up, legs tangling around his waist as he pressed teasing kisses to her neck.

The way her breath hitched was the only thing on his mind as he carried her to the bedroom that used to be theirs and not how this whole thing would just make it all worse.

[idratherstayslytherin]

Drarry Headcanon (bc I'm a terrible writer and have no time to)

After the war Hermione and Ginny come back to Hogwarts, it's a year after the battle (that's how long it took to rebuild the school and let people grieve)

Harry and Ron found it impossible to come back. They are staying together at Grimmauld Place. Ron decided to help George at WWW. Harry didn't know what to do for a long time He didn't want to be an auror, he've had enough of saving people's lives, being away from home, fighting for his own life. He considers doing Unspeakable or Cursebreaker course. That way he wouldn't have to go fight (well, maybe he would have to sometimes) on the field and he wouldn't have to work behind the desk (assuming that unspeakables aren't working behind the desk ).

He finally decides on going for curse-breaker option, but he has to get at least "Exceeds Expectations" in Potions from his NEWTs (which he can take at the Ministry). As we know he sucks at it so he needs someone to help him.

Draco has been cleaned out (mostly) from the charges after the war. They don't trust him at all, they don't want him anywhere Wizarding World. They put him in the safe house in the muggle France. They have a tracking charm on him so he cannot leave this place. He lives there with his mother. He haven't been outside for almost a year. The Ministry told him that they would consider welcoming him back if could prove that he changed his believes and payed back for his actions during and before the war. As for now they took away his wand and made him look for muggle job.

When the Ministry finds out that Draco is pretty good at potions and Harry needs a tutor they decide that sending Harry to him is an excellent idea. Draco would have to help him if he wants to get his wand and freedom back and Harry could help him with understanding muggles.

Both of them are pissed off as they are not each other's greatest fans. Harry testified for Narcissa and Draco after the war, but he did it just because they both are kind of the reason he is alive ("Dead" , "I can't be sure"). Harry did not think they deserved Azkaban, no matter how angry he was at them, no matter how much he disliked them.

Ministry builds a potions space in Dracos house so they can study there. The few first weeks are weird, Draco and Harry only talk to each other if it's necessary or if they're studying. Draco is a decent teacher, he can explain potions so that Harry can understand and improve. Even if Harry is annoying Draco with his little knowledge on the subject he is impressed with his other magic abilities and knowledge on other things. They start being civil with each other and stop their childish arguments.

One day when Harry is sick of having to eat only take outs for a month he decides to ask Narcissa a permission to cook for them all. It's not like it's his biggest dream, but he wants to eat a good homemade meal, and it's only polite to make three portions. Narcissa agrees and Harry goes out to buy ingredients for curry that he learned bow to make when he lived with Ron. While he's making it Draco enters the kitchen and observes Harry intensely. Not just because he thinks Harry is attractive, but because he is genuinely interested in cooking now that they don't have a house elf. When Harry sees him he stops for a second and then says "you know it's not polite to stare? And do try to be more secretive if you want to look at me.". At this sentence Draco freezes, his cheeks going red,but then Harry burst out laughing "Your face Malfoy! If you could se-see yo-your face right now". He can't stop laughing. Draco just glares at him. "I'm just messing with you, no need to plan my death." Harry says still smiling, but Draco still says nothing until the silence between them becomes awkward. "I'm not planing your death, never did." he says with a serious tone. There is a lot of starring between them. Harry breaks it "so do you want me to show you how to cook, Malfoy, or not?" Draco hesitates but walks over to Harry and Harry walks him through the process of making a perfect curry that is Harry's friends favourite dish. Draco asks a lot of questions and stops Harry at different stages of making a curry paste to observe the changes that are happening. There aren't many to his disappointment. Somewhere in the conversation Harry mentions that he learned cooking when he was living at the Dursleys. He doesn't even know why he's telling Draco Sodding Malfoy about his not so pleasant childhood.

"They used you like a house elf?! Wait, they treated you even better than a house elf. Our house elfs had their own bedroom." Draco raises his voice a little and Harry is weirded out and doesn't know why Malfoy even cares.

They eat their meal quietly and after that Draco asks Harry if he can tell him something more about muggle technology. They go to their study and Harry explains cash machines, toasters, tv, internet and more to him. Harry watches as Draco's scared face turns into fascination. He even smiles a little and Harry decides that genuine smile looks good on Draco Malfoy.

They fall into a routine where they wake up make breakfast together (Harry thought Draco to make simple dishes), they go into potions study, Draco teaches Harry the theory and they make some potions (Harry eventually ends up brewing pretty decent ones, except that time he almost burned down the cauldron and Draco stopped speaking with him for a day (HE NEVER FUCKING LISTENS TO DRACO SO HOW.CAN HW EXPECT NOT TO FAIL MISERABLY?!) ); they eat lunch, have some time apart, Harry eventually firecalls Hermione and Ginny asking them how they're doing, Hermione leaves Ginny alone with Harry so they can have some alone time. Harry loves her, loves her just the way she is, he misses her a lot. They talk about school, they talk about them and exchange sweet nothings. Harry can't stop but wonder how will their future look like when she comes back home. Will they get married? Should he purpose to her? Will they have a lot of children? When will they live? He also misses having a closure with her, kissing her and doing more than that. When their firecall is over he is left with with his hand and a bulge in his pants (It's only because he haven't had any sexual interactions with his gf and she decided to take of her t-shirt which allowed him to see her breasts, AND SHE WHISPERED TO HIM THAT SHE MISSED HIM AND HIS TOUCH. How could he not be affected by that?!).

Months pass and Harry and Draco became a good company to each other. They help each other out. By now Draco knows mire about muggles that any other pure blood wizard, is less scared of them and even started reading fiction, history and science books. He usually sits in his chair in his room, with a cup of tea, and devours all the knowledge. Harry tries to improve at potions by sneaking out to the study in the middle of the night when he can't sleep/doesn't want to fall asleep. He even tried to make a dreamless sleep,but failed a few times.

One night Draco hears Harry's screaming, it's heart wrenching. They are home alone as Narcissa was send back to the manor on her own request. Draco gets up and takes Dreamless Sleep out of his cupboard. He enters Harry's temporary bedroom and shakes his arm. "Potter. Potter, WAKE UP!" He raises his voice. He knows if it was him he would have wanted to be woken up. Harry wakes up and can't stop hyperventilating. Draco doesn't really know what to do, he never took care of anyone but his mother, and he isn't really good with feelings/hard stuff. He and Harry never talk about their past. It's their silent agreement. Draco does sits on the bed and says in a low vice "It's just a dream. It's just a dream, Potter." He tries not to look Harry in the eyes, but he decides that if he wants to make this boy stop doing what he's doing then he has to do more. He looks Harry in the eyes. "Breath, Potter. Take a deep breath and then exhale." He does exactly what his mother did when he was in that situation. He doesn't want to step any boundaries, so he doesn't touch Harry's hand. "Do it with me." Draco says when Harry doesn't seem to feel any better. He can't faint! "Take a deep breath" They both do. They exhale. They do it few more times until Harry's breathing becomes less shaky and stabilize. They look at each other in silence. Draco looks down, but pulls out the phial and gives it to Harry. "Drink this." He gets out of bed and begins to leave. "Thanks" Harry whispers.

The next day Harry wakes up at 1am. He feels a lot better after the potion he took at night. Still he feels terribly sad. It happens sometimes. There are times he doesn't want to leave the bed and just doesn't see the point of doing anything. Sometimes he wishes he never came back to life. He gets up even though he would rather disappear, but he feels like he has to at least tell Draco that he doesn't feel like studying today. He looks for Draco everywhere, but can't find him. Finally he finds him in the kitchen in front of the stove cooking something. It's oatmeal. "Hi" Harry says when Draco turns around. "Hey." There again is silence. "You look like shit." Draco informs Harry. "I'm making you food. Sit". And Harry is like WHAT?! Draco Malfoy is making me food?! What kind of universe that is?! "What?" Harry says. And Draco just rolls his eyes. "Can't you ever do just one thing you're asked for? Are you that much of a rebel?". His voice is surprisingly soft and Harry is like DID HE JUST SIMLE AND SAID SOMETHING (that should probably make him sneer at him) IN A SOFT VOICE?! WHO IS THIS MAN AND WHAT DID HE DO WITH DRACO MALFOY?

Draco just looks at him then says "You've began to develop this annoying habit of looking at me with your mouth open. Please, stop. " although he doesn't want Harry to stop. He looks at Harry when he thinks he's not looking and dreams about touching his hair.

Harry goes red and mumbles some nonsense as a response. They sit together at the table and Draco handles Harry the oatmeal and they eat in silence. "We don't have to study today'" Draco says when the sip their drinks (Harry - coffee, Draco - tea). They have free afternoon.

Harry looks at Draco while he's drinking his tea and first thing that comes to his mind is scary he is so damn beautiful. His hart begins to pound a little faster at the realisation of what he just thought. He doesn't really know where did that came from and what the fuck does that mean, so he lowers his head. The next thing he notices is how Draco looks out of the window with a sad expression on his face. Oh, he must be missing outdoors Harry thinks. After Draco has been nothing but nice and helpful Harry wants to make it up for him. He firecalls the Ministry and asks them a permission to let Draco go out. They argue with him and tell him that Draco might run away, that he might hurt Harry, but Harry is having none of it. "He's been nothing, but amazing tutor, nice and helpful this past weeks. And how do you even imagine him being able to do anything without his want, hm? I trust him and if you trust me you'll show me the charm that will let him get out. I'm sick of sitting in the house as well, can't imagine what that must have been for him." They give harry the charm and show him how to perform it (just because he is their hero).

When Harry tells Draco that their going out Draco can't help, but smile widely. Harry wants to take a picture of this moment for some odd reason. It scares him what his thoughts are becoming.

"There is a beach an 1,5 away from here." Draco says. "Are you suggesting we go there?" Harry answers. "I thought that was obvious." Draco smirks.

They end up going to the beach. Draco smiles the first moment they step out of the house. He closes his eyes and breaths in fresh air. He looks gorgeous Harry thinks where Draco's hair is flying on the wind. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! He screams in his mind. They walk in the silence until Draco says "Thanks." a moment of silence. "For taking me out" Harry instantly looks at him. "And everything. Testifying for me even though you didn't have to. Testifying for my mother. Saving my life in that-in that room." He says this in a honest, quiet voice while looking at Harry. Harry doesn't know what to say and is startled. He retrieves his voice after a longer minute. "I did what I thought had to be done. And... I don't think you deserved Azkaban." He can't believe what he's saying, but it's true. He just didn't think he would confess this to Malfoy. "Well, you also saved me at the Manor." He says after that. "I've should have done more. I was a coward. I still am. I should have helped." Draco almost whispers as he can't look at Harry. His eyes vegan to water. "I deserved all that they planned for me at my trial. You should have left me there, but I guess you have saving people's lives problem, even if you hate them." Harry stays quiet, but has this weird feeling that he should say that Draco is telling him a lot of bullshit. He knows some of it is true, he does have saving people problem and Draco wasn't definitely brave and he should have done more in the battle if he wasn't sure what side he was on. He could have done more, but he didn't.

They walk together in the silence until they reach the beach. They were exhausted from walking. But the view is breathtaking. They got out of the house at 5pm so now sun is begging to go down and the sky is lovely colour of yellow, orange and pink. They can feel ocean breeze and hear the sound of it. It's calming. They sit down on the blankets they took with them and stare at the sky.

"I miss Sirius." Harry says without thinking much of it. He can't take the words back. "Your godfather?" Draco asks, digging the piece wood he found into the ground. "Yeah." Harry sighs. "He and Remus were the only people who felt like I still had a piece of my parents with me." Harry confesses, THE HELL WITH IT, I DON'T HAVE ANYONE TO TALK TO BESIDES HIM. Harry tells Draco about Sirius and how it went down in 3rd year, he tells him how mad it was when they found out Ron's rat was Peter Pettigrew, he tells him the story about his parents and the marauders. Draco interrupts him with few questions only if needed, he listens to Harry intensely. "I'm sorry they're not around anymore." Draco says, and studying his expressions, Harry knows he means it. Harry wants to cry, but he can't cry infront of Malfoy. He is partially angry at Draco, well actually his father for being the reason Sirius is dead, and if Draco haven't let Death Eathers into Hogwarts Remus and Tonks would still live. He pushes that away for now. He considers asking Draco about his reasons, his story, but on the other hand he knows nothing will serve as an excuse.

They lay on the ground for quite some time, but then Harry says "I'm going swimming" and he gets up. "Are you crazy? The water is probably - 10°C" Draco sits up. "Yeah, -50°C" says Harry sarcastically rolling his eyes. He takes off his shirt and walks down to the ocean. Draco is going crazy in his head, SHIRTLESS HARRY GOING SWIMMING AND OH MERLIN THOSE MUSCLES AND OH MERLIN I MIGHT FAINT. "It's dark and you could drown. Come on we can come back tomorrow." Draco almost beggs. "If you're so worried for me then come with me" Harry snorts and laughs. "You're not making any good impression on me, Potter. Come back here, prat." Harry keeps laughing and he steps into the water. It's neither warm neither cold so he takes some of it in his hands and rubs it all over his body. Draco would come quicker to get him, but he can't stop staring. When he does come near Harry, Harry is already down his knees in the water. "If you want to babysit me then you better take off your shirt and come rescue me if I drown" Harry is weirdly in a good mood. He is now full body in the ocean. Draco frowns at him. "You're an idiot." He says and stays on the sand with his arms crossed.

Harry thinks it would be funny if he faked drowning. Would Malfoy cone to his rescue? He decides to test it. He preforms what he thinks is a good acting and says rapidly "Icantfeelmylegs. I can't move, shit!" He fakes scared expression and looks at Malfoy who is already runing to him into the water.

When Draco is beside him and holds him around his waist he starts laughing historically. He haven't laughed that hard since he can remember. "And you told me I have a pro-pro-" he leans on Dracos shoulder. "Saving lives problem." Draco lets go of Harrys waist and splashes him with the water and sneers " You bastard! I thought you were really drowning. You're such an imbecile! What if we both lost our footing, have you thought of that?!" he screams, but it's not in fury. Harry splashes him back and they begin splasing each other, swimming away to save their life. They both begin laughing. Finally when they're near the beach Harry grabs Draco by the waist. "Scared?" Harry knows exactly what he's doing. "You wish." Draco replies and they chase each other to their blankets. They ends up on top of each other, lying there on the sand. Draco is the one on top and he holds Harrys hands behind his head. "Are you feeling defeated, Potter? Did I just defeat the great Harry Potter?" Harry wraps his legs around Dracos hips so he can take a control. Now Harry's on top. "As if I'd let you." They stare at each other and the intensity of the tension between them rises. Suddenly Harry can't help, but look at Dracos chest, it's covered in a shirt that's sticking to his body, but Harry can see how lean and attractive his body is. "Potter." Draco says clearing his throat uncomfortably. As he does that Harry immediately knows, or rather can feel what caused that reaction from Draco. He was an erection. SHIT! He thinks and stands up as fast as he can. "I'm sorry. I just-" Harrys heart speeds up. "STOP." Draco stops him. "Don't. It's a normal reaction. We're both easy simulated, as are boys our age. You've been away from your...um girlfriend, I suppose, and you, well..." Draco doesn't end the sentence. It's uncomfortable. "Lets go home." He says as he picks up their stuff. "Or do you want me to go and you'll follow me after sometime?" Harry almost squeaks at Dracos proposition and what he actually is suggesting that Harry does.

"It's a- I-I think- I think I'm fine." Harry says, but Draco gives him disbelieving looks. "For Merlins sake, just stay here, think of your lovely girlfriend and you'll meet me at the house. You can't possibly get lost, not with a wand." He is irritated. "You're wet and you might catch a cold." Harry says, feeling like he really needs to be left alone right now. "So cast a drying charm on me, will you?" Draco glares at him, his face going blank. So Harry does and Draco goes home.

But when Harry is left alone all his thoughts are of Draco, his smile, his pale skin,shining grey eyes that turn silver when he is excited over something when they're studying; his lean body and how Draco felt when their chest , then later hips, were so close; how all Harry wanted to do was drag his fingers down Dracos hair and how he wanted to know more about him. He doesn't think of Ginny. But he does feel guilty and weird about it.

Next days are spent on studying, talking about muggle stuff, Draco telling Harry what he discovered or got to know from the books he've read, they chat, but none of them mentions the night on the beach.

That doesn't help,because with every day Harry gets more and more attracted to Draco. Not just by his looks, but his personality and its even scarier. Draco has changed a lot during a year, he is clever, cunning, empathetic, passionate, talented, assertive, demanding, has the same sense of humour as Harry and can easily make Harry laugh. Harry thinks that he could actually be friends with him. But he also wants to touch him again. This is crazy. Harry you've gone mad over a boy.A BOY. AND EVEN WORSE A MALFOY.

Harry is done with his potions study and Draco says that he has improved and better pass his NEWTs well. They both decide to go on the beach one more time before Christmas and Harrys exam. They go swimming and spend the days eating, laughing, "fighting", talking about Quidditch and sharing some childhood and Hogwarts stories. Turns out Draco wasn't a complete sociopath when he was a kid. He was quite sympathetic, his parents fucked everything up.

When they are laying on their blankets and staring at the sky Draco began to point out different constellations, and when he pointed at "his" meaning "dragon one" he just smirked at Harry as if this was his proudest moment. They somehow go back to the war talk and Draco explains that all he ever wanted to to in life is to make his father happy, he wanted to make him proud. He believed every word his father said,but after the sixth year began he knew his parents views were wrong and he slowly stopped believing what they thought him about muggles, pure bloods and muggle borns. He didn't want to kill Dumbledore,but he was given the mission that would make his father proud, that would clear out his family name to Voldemort and would keep his parents alive. He said that at this point he was only fighting for his parents life. He told Harry how awful living with Voldemort was, how a awful his "mission" was and how much he regretted it. Tears were rolling down his face when he got to the part when Death Eathers entered Hogwarts because of him and so many people died because of him and how he wish he could take this back. He confessed to Harry that when he saw him at Malfoy Manor he wanted to take his hand and apparate him somewhere else, somewhere away from there, but was a dumb coward who made all the wrong choices in his life.

Harry was listening to him, sometimes losing his breath, feeling bad for him, trying to understand the boy infront of him. It broke him when Draco said he was being tortured by Voldemort whenever Dracos father failed him or whenever there was no prisoners. After Dracos story was over Harry put his arms around him and brought him closer. They stayed like that for a moment and when they pulled back Draco said "Don't feel sorry for me, I only told you that,because I needed to you shared so much with me in those past months it felt only fair to give you my truth. I know any of this is not an excuse for all my actions. I deserve to be hated and punished, but I want to change and my mind healer said it's what matters the most." Harry believes him and he thinks he could forgive Draco all he have done after he apologized to him for their time at school (and Harry did apologize back). Though it would be awesome if Draco could face Ron and Hermione and make a sincere apology to them both.

They ended up sleeping on the beach beside each other, but when Harry woke up his body was pressed to Dracos and he had his arm around Dracos waist. It was his first dreamless night without needing to take a potion. Harry got up and wrote a letter to Draco saying his goodbyes, but also telling him what he could not say in person. He assured him that he'll figure something out so Draco could come back to Wizarding World and then they can meet up and be friends. He thanked him for the teaching and said he would message him. He put the letter in the basket they brought. He took one last glance at Draco and lightly kissed his cheek, he could not hold himself as not to do so, and left.

P.S.: I think I might continue this, but idk if you guys like it.

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 07.08.17 lb

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGG. WHAT A WAY TO START THE WEEK OFF. MY ULTIMATE BROTP. ALREADY SOBBING. 😭😭😭

of course shivaay would keep tabs on gauri. OF COURSE. like… there’s no way he’s letting bulbul just disappear off the grid like that. 💖💖💖

…. um what? it’s already the exhibition day????? i thought we’d get a fucking montage of om working furiously and shit? wtf bro??? why are they fast forwarding fuckingggg everything on this rikara track???? 😧😧😧

if rudra is the ultimate shivika shipper and anika bhaabi stan, then shivaay is totally the ultimate rikara shipper and bulbul behenaa fan. ugh my hearttttttttt. 😪😪😪

(un)fortunately absolutely no one cares about ruvya. *snort* 

from playing cupid for om, to taking his own relationship into hand, shivaay’s having quite the busy day. saumya kya chali gayi, shivaay is the new Love Angel of the house. 👼🏽👼🏽👼🏽

ohhhhhhhh boy. billu’s SMILING. meaning bad news for anika. kuch toh chal raha hai iske dimaag mein. 😗😗😗

“dealein”.  snort. 😂😂😂

i find it hilaaarious that billu’s trying to score a win against imaginary vikram. like, HE KNOWS she’s making all this shit up, phir bhi he just can’t resist. he has to win against this figment of her imagination. 😆😆😆

lmao these two fucking idiots, man. you’re both suchhhh losers. 😚😚😚

“i have a feeling ki vikram is a very boring kind of a guy…”

…… and you’re what, exactly???? like, take away all your daily family drama, and you’re a real snoozefest of a human being too. 🙄🙄🙄

“vikram ko bohut achcha lagta hai jab main unke USKO helicopter bulaati hoon.”

ok that sounded hella dirty #tharkiTT 😏😏😏

shivaay thinks so too. 😂😂😂

LMAO HELICOPTER AVERAGE KAM DETA HAI HAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣

my goddddddd, he’s like a DOG WITH A BONE. 😐😐😐

wazzzzzzaaaa vikram??? 😊😊😊

pft, pakka iska dost hi hoga. yeh teen naam waale raees praani sab ek dusre ko jaante hai. 🙄🙄🙄

lmaooooo anika’s faceeee. bechaaariiii. 😂😂😂

i want to both cackle and slap this smug smile off this idiot’s face. 😒😒😒

oh boy, is it wise to thamaofy paani into her hand right now, shivaay? 😬😬😬

vikram’s GIAAAANT grin in the bg, lol. another fan for shivika and their shenanigans. 😁😁😁

snorttttttt. syncronised spit takes. kya jodi hai. 😙😙😙

confusion and wtf ka itna perfect mishran. waah. i want to frame this moment. 😊😊😊

hee hee hee hee. glass tod ke chala gaya. 😆😆😆

waise vikram looks slightly more attractive today. good styling. again, not sure why he’s dressed for a northeastern US fall rather than august in mumbai, but whatever. 😘😘😘

lol oh boy rudra is gonna get it from bhaiyya. 😆😆😆

rudra ko toh bas bahaana chahiye shirt utaarne ka, lol. 😂😂😂

“mujhe teri t-shirt ki nahi padi hai ok!” “toh kiski t-shirt ki padi hai aapko? main SHIRT lagaake keh sakta hoon ke aap isi baare mein baat kar rahe the.” “just SHIRT UP ru! i mean… SHUT UP!” 

pun game A+. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

rudra be like waah anika didi ne humaare bina hi jugaad kar liya! 🤔🤔🤔

lol vikram being impressed by HIMSELF on the cover of that mag. 😂😂😂

“i was just wondering, main pictures mein zyaada better nahi lagta hoon?”

lmaooooo yes you do, my man. but i like your self awareness. something that hasn’t even remotely passed by anyone in this house. 😊😊😊

this is a different magazine from the other day though. this guy’s on a lot of magazines eh? wonder if he has a pile of the magazines with his face on display in his room, like shivaay does. 🤔🤔🤔

oh ho rudy, samjha kar. your brother and his gf are in middle school and abhi tak haath pakadne tak hi pohunche hai. as far as he’s concerned, kandhe pe haath rakhne se vikram got to second base with her. 🙃🙃🙃

lmao rudra being more concerned about the punching bag. 🤣🤣🤣

lage haath rudra is using opportunity to steal a hug from bhaiyya. poor thing. why don’t ppl hug him more? he wouldn’t have to do all this for some physical affection then. 😔😔😔

yaaaaaas, burn billu burnnnnnnnnnnn. 🔥🔥🔥

anika is suspicioussssssss about vikram’s niceness. and she’s right to be. coz everyone in this universe is a fucking asshole. 😐😐😐

aw. i like vikram. even though his mouth is… too full of teeth???? idk what’s wrong with his mouth area but… something’s off. 😕😕😕

ok now that he said “TRUST ME” i am definitely sure he has a maksad. and it’s that he’s working with shivaay. 😑😑😑 

where exactly is rudra’s room??? it would have to be OUTSIDE the main door, to have THAT view of anika/vikram. 🤔🤔🤔

ohhhhh boyyyy, billu’s done the hair move. oh boy. oh no. 😬😬😬

oh hoooo anikaaaa, you idiot, he already said FARAQ PADTA HAI???? SO MANY TIMES?????????????? 😣😣😣

itni jaldi pune se mumbai waapas pohunch gayi bulbul? 🤔🤔🤔

also she doesn’t have job or any money? can she really afford to just be travelling up and down like this? 😐😐😐

ok hiding your face accomplishes absolutely nothing, gauri. woh bangle mein se jo christmas decoration latak raha hai, its enough to give you away. 🙄🙄🙄

ok first of all, all these paintings are so different from each other in style. like SO DIFFERENT. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ARE YOU TELLING ME HE CHURNED OUT ALLLLLLL THESE PAINTINGS IN LIKE… A DAY???? COZ THIS IS HONESTLY MAXIMUM TWO DAYS AFTER SHE LEFT???????? WTF EVEN ARE THEY DOING WITH THIS FUCKING PLOTLINE MAN??????? COME ON. 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

the recliner painting, which should be best, is actually the worst. doesn’t even look remotely like her? 😖😖😖

how is he not noticing her IN NEON FUCKING GREEN, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM????????? 😩😩😩

lmao the height difference between vikram and shivaay. it’s fucking hilariousssss. 😂😂😂

ALLLLLLLLL must have dinner together. OH BOY. 😐😐😐

lmao billu’s VICIOUSNESS as he goes to organize dinner. (kahin vikram ke khaane mein zehar toh nahi daalne gaya hai?) 😗😗😗

5 minutes in and vikram is alreadyyyyyy beginning to kinda regret getting involved. 😆😆😆

waah kya romantic date hai. pati, patni, aur woh. 😶😶😶

ismein currently pati kaun hai aur WOH kaun hai??? unclear. 🤔🤔🤔

wine in a martini glass? i expected better from you, shivaay. 🙄🙄🙄

oh boy. billu ka interrogation shuru. 😣😣😣

“humaare divorce ke baad tum kahan thi, kya kar rahi thi, i have no idea.”

snort. uh huh. not like you were tailing her, or standing outside her window staring at her all night. nope. 😊😊😊

oh ho, these two are toh getting senti right from the get go. koi bechaare vikram ka toh socho. 🙁🙁🙁

oh vikram, run with your damn life. you really don’t know WHAT A TRASHFIRE this “relationship” is. 😬😬😬

10/10 to vikram for being a chill dude. i like him. 😌😌😌

IS NOODLES/SPAGHETTI ALL THESE PPL EAT? THERE ARE OTHER THINGS TO EAT IN THE WORLD PPL. WHY ARE YOU RESTRICTING YOURSELF LIKE THIS? 😕😕😕

shivaay, being a typical annoying desi aunty: “toh… shaadi kab hai???”

anika had not realized that an engagement usually leads to a wedding. because in this show’s universe, it NEVER does. 😐😐😐

OH NO VIKRAM! YOU MADE A BOO BOO! MICHMICHI NAHI JAANTE???? 😧😧😧

anika is literally not taking any of shivaay’s shit right now. she’s going down fucking swinging, determined to take his head with her as a trophy. i fucking loveeeeeeeee it. 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

“just relax, aise bhadakne ki zaroorat nahi hai.” 

these words. coming from shivaay. SHIVAAY. 😐😐😐

THIS FUCKER. THIS FUCKING FUCKER. 😒😒😒

oh my god, the hope in his eyes as he asks “ya tum dono shaadi nahi karna chaahte?”  😥😥😥

*soft voice* “toh karlo na. toh karlo na shaadi.”

ahahahaha i’m dead. *weeping on floor* 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

LMFAO VIKRAM. kahaaa thaaaaa, bhaaag jao! 😂😂😂

“tumne meri shaadi ke saare arrangements kiye the, ab tumhari shaadi ke arrangements main karoonga.” 

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. i don’t think you ready for this jelly, billu. 😔😔😔

lmaoooooo vikram’s grin in the middle of that at anika’s slight snark. I REALLY LIKE THIS OFF-BRAND NAMIK PAUL 😂😂😂

(lol, i finally realised who he looks like/reminded me of. height bhi wahi, similar face too. bas… something is kinda off. dollar store waala namik paul he is.)

*disbelieving growl* “DID YOU JUST AGREE?” 

ohhhhh boy. 😬😬😬

will someone ask vikram about his preference?? vikram toh achcha khaasa prinku ban ke reh gaya hai is situation mein. 😶😶😶

oh finally. he sees her. 🙄🙄🙄

RUN GAURI RUN. ARRE DUPATTA CHODO. JUST FUCKING RUN. 😫😫😫

OUFF. too late. 😑😑😑

“GAURI TUM CHALI KYUN GAYI?” 

OMFG. THE GALL THIS MAN HAS TO ASK THIS QUESTION. THE FUCKING NERVE. 😤😤😤

whatever omkara. just whatever. fuck off. GAURI. JUST LEAVE. JUST FUCKING LEAVE, WITHOUT LOOKING AT HIS PUPPY EYES AND HANDSOME FACE. LEAAAAAAAAAVE. 😡😡😡

no actually, the paintings don’t give a damn jawaab at all? what is she? just a muse? 😑😑😑

OH HO. THIS IDIOT AND HIS ANDAS. WHAT A FUCKING WASTE OF FOOD. 😠😠😠

bhavya’s here to put an end to all the food waste, thank god. 😑😑😑

why are svetlana and jhanvi sleeping like this, ek bed pe, ek sofe pe, like a forcefully married 4 Lions couple? 🤔🤔🤔

the spin off we deserve, but shall never get. sigh. 😭😭😭

MAN NEEND MEIN BHI SVETLANA LOOKS FIREEEEEEE. 🔥🔥🔥🔥

ugh. hate this stupid gaslight svetlana plot. HATE. 😤😤😤

back to omkara and his emotional constipation. 😒😒😒

god, i love gauri so much. she’s just so… graceful and dignified. 😍😍😍

whatever om. just… whatever. too little, too late. 😒😒😒

ugh gauri, why are you so selflesssss? 😣😣😣

good. now stay disappeared, gauriiiii. 😐😐😐

bhavya’s frustration with rudra - #relatable

lmao “pappu” 😆😆😆

“anika bhaabi ke wajah se poooore ghar ke dictionary ki OH MY MAATA ho gayi hai!!!!!” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

god rudra, she’s a COP. she can get a PROFESSIONAL PARTNER assigned to help her. 😒😒😒

“ab naachna mat shuru kar dena!” 😂😂😂😂

if only svetlana’s dimaag was as sharp as the wing of her eyeliner. 😔😔😔

“jab jaana hi tha toh aayi kyun?” 

omkara literally asking the questions that the audience has. 🤔🤔🤔

“dadi kehti hai ki dusre ki thaali ka ladoo zyaada bada lagta hai. waise hi, dusre ki problem choti lagti hai.”

actually wise words from rudra singh oberoi! 😊😊😊

IGNORE MAARO?!?!!?!?? OMFG THAT’S SO NOT THE SOLUTION. RUDRA YOU FUCKING IDIOT. 😒😒😒

om’s sarcastic slow clapping. *snort* 

“mere bhai, mujhe hamesha lagta tha ki tu ajeeb hai… lekin ab mujhe lagta hai… ke TU BOHUT BADA MANBUDDHI HAI.” “thanks bro!”

hahahahahaha. i fucking love omRu. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

great. these two stubborn idiots are still at it. fuck ‘em and their ego issues. i’m just worried about poor vikram. 😟😟😟

[cnisms]

ok u know what ? what i had planned was taking way too long n i don’t wanna rush myself so let me just share what i have n then we’ll take it from there xx HELLO AGAIN ! i’m emmy (she/her) of the house aest/gmt+10 aka yes i did wake up at 6am on a saturday then fall asleep halfway through putting this together. my things are intersectional feminism, avocados, inxs, dogs, history, and watching every single tv show to ever exist (except suits... one day...) ! i have 25 too many muses so get ready for one line on each ! don’t @ me bc they’re all fleshed out and if u wanna ask abt any of them, i’m ready 2 go off. do @ me bc i’m too lazy to finish their individual pages. anyways ! i love plotting so if ur interested... pick a muse or five and we’ll brainstorm !!

i do have a muse navigation here which you can click through. an amazing 2 out of 25 muse pages are completely finished, some have completed stats, most have shit-all. also, they do have intro posts in this tag but probably don’t read them bc they’re mostly messy and expired memes.

MARI RIBEIRO (camila mendes, 21) rich girl with her shit mostly sorted. was loved an unrealistic amount by her parents and now does the same to her friends. if ethan jumped off a bridge, would mari do it too? absolutely. always overreacting to something. can’t drive.

TOMAS TURUNEN (bill skarsgard, 25) pretentious romantic. mad at his dad and takes it out on everyone else w mind games. has probably killed someone. manages the bar in soho and that is literally... all most people know about his private (fake) ass.

CICI GAUTIER (elle fanning, 18) thinks she’s marie antoinette. filthy rich, filthy morals. does whatever jennifer meade tells her to if she can’t make someone else do it for her. uncomfortably obsessed with her cousin (no incest tho, i promise). very very little empathy. absolutely the type to costume change at any event.

WES KOTECHA (avan jogia, 24) has a lot of feelings, all of them hurt. plays guitar (and keytar but...) for liberal scum. tfw no gf meme. king of making dinner awkward by either bringing up his latest personal problems or just getting into politics. surrounds himself w vegans.

MINDY WILLIAMS (margaret qualley, 22) the goth girl kevsdgaf is always tweeting about. monotone. only listens to one direction or the cure. loves twilight and shakespeare. the weird girl who never got over her vampire phase. rarely experiences bad moods.

BECK HOLMES (alfie enoch, 29) big nerd. means well. loves learning and helping others learn. literally does not ever stop looking for new information to absorb. needs better friends right now immediately. does not have a life outside of his few friends n his books.

ROSIE RIVERA BLANCHE (eiza gonzalez, 25) my first muse... my baby... biological and adoptive daughter of rock royalty. got into acting instead. too good for the show she’s on but hasn’t gotten any other big offers. thinks she’s better than everyone else. friendship and romance? she doesn’t know either. just hugo.

ANGEL ROSADO (zoe kravitz, 24) heiress to a resort empire, head of a fitness one. competitive. has considered having other gyms burned down. has her head stuck up her own ass most of the time. dependent on her family. takes everything personally.

AJA PAREKH (naomi scott, 22) farm girl who was forced to run away to the city when family dramas got tough. can’t decide if her dream is to drive a van around europe or just milk some cows. super friendly, super annoying. doesn’t even know how to acknowledge a problem.

ARABELLA GOMFREY (gabriella wilde, 23) lucrezia borgia. pious. thinks her family are right about everything no matter how wrong it is. would do anything to make them look good. cliquey. likes surrounding herself with beautiful people but gets pressed if they’re cuter than her. nice until you come for her family. 

ZACH BALTAZAR (jamie blackley, 25) insecure or just lazy? he’ll crack a joke about it. deserves happiness but doubts that. is up for anything but will judge you the whole time. king of impressive first dates and romantic poetry then forgetting to text you back for a solid three weeks.

NATALYA BELYAKOVA (alicia vikander, 27) boring. literally just reads, works and wears pencil skirts. actually only moved to london to get bloody revenge on the people who killed her father and brother. good at keeping secrets obviously. smart.

ALANIS BAUMANN (emily ratajkowski, 25) a hero. literally scammed 9 different people for money telling them her baby was theirs before calvin shut that down. actually named her kid freddie mercury. would die for him. crude. just tryna have a good time.

CONSTANCE ABERNATHY (diana silvers, 20) church girl who didn’t wanna go to church or read her bible. got married young n ran away. not the one who put her husband in a coma but we all have our suspicions. was famous on vine and refuses to let it go. kinda mean. 

PARIS BAYOUMI (mimi elashiry, 20) full time kitchen witch. has a herb garden that she actually talks to. will ask how you are then immediately tune out. serene. unintentionally sardonic. tells detailed stories that literally no one cares about. no one knows anything about where she came from.

GWEN HATHAWAY (madchen amick, 43) soft spoken angel who can and will turn into the actual devil if you get in her way. still dealing with the 90s. has children somewhere. impulsive. always putting herself first. seems so sweet it’ll takes a second to realize she doesn’t care.

LUKE FALLEY (toby regbo, 25) the biggest pain in the ass. seems to think he knows everything. actually does not have a mean bone in his body but seems condescending. always got some weird shit to say. feminist. does not stop talking ever.

HELENA O’SHEA (lily james, 26) the girl who had it all together at a young age n then fell from grace. successful wedding planner who threw it all away out of embarrassment when she got dumped and called off her wedding. miserable. hates children. extremely organized.

GIA VISARIYA (charli xcx, 23) actual queen of youtube. writes n stars in a ‘reality’ series there. very loud and very friendly. thinks of everyone as a bff. if you end up in her contacts for whatever reason she will invite you out every weekend. needs some manners.

VERONIKA ERIKSON (angelina jolie, 40) goddess. half retired supermodel who has spent the last 20 years trying to have a baby. got divorced n “””moved on””” bc she couldn’t take the heartache anymore. iconic aunt. deserves the world. now flips houses to keep herself busy.

LUMA PONTECORVO (sofia black-d’elia, 23) such a bad influence that her older brother literally set her up in a different country so she would stop getting his kids into trouble. brat. always showing up to work late and hungover. cunty. mad abt her mom dipping.

ELIZABETH LEBLANC (margot robbie, 27) fakes the domestic goddess stereotype to please other people. gets her kicks from spending her dirty drug money on clothes and curtains. has experienced poverty and would probably kill before going back there.

AJAY JOHAL (rahul kohli, 30) everything he does is literally just in an effort to support his parents. super flighty. could not make a decision to save his life. super respectful. quality lad. maybe a lil immature but he’s working on it. sike ! he’s not.

PERCY NICHOLS (finn cole, 20) an actual stain. just a horrible lil shunt. screwed over his friends and got rich. would absolutely do it again. cheeky nandos. very smart but you wouldn’t know it. coked out. absolutely has to live a certain life. will never be satisfied anyway.

BOBBIE SANTOS (blanca padilla, 22) ruins lives w how angelic she is. ur annoying yoga friend who instagrams her food before eating it. doesn’t know how to mind her own business but thankfully isn’t very perceptive. glass half full. under educated. independent.

[humanz-and-gorillaz]

hello!! if you can, could you make the band's reactions when noodle brings her first gf home?

I love Noodle so much so I hope this is what you were looking for! Also sorry for the late reply I got a new dog and he’s a handful.  ~Robin

When 2D heard that you would be coming over for the evening he was pretty excited about it. Sure, he was protective and wanted the best for Noodle, but he knew if she had you under her arm it’s because you were a keeper. That being said, he had only ever heard nice things about you. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Noodle often talked about you to him. Your laugh, your eyes, the way you treated everyone with kindness but put your foot down when needed. She adored you and so it was no wonder that 2D wasn’t interrogating you when you showed up at the house; he already had an idea of what type of person you were. 2D preferred to let the others do all the talking with the occasional story from his side anyways but it just so happened that it was you that ended up doing most of the talking instead. You were a chatterbox, but not in a bad way. You had so many things to share and were attentive to what the others said, even if their comments were pointless or their stories were bland. You never took your eyes off of any of them and he liked that a lot. To him, it just meant that you cared about Noodle enough to sit through their impossible bickering and bad stories that usually left people with a forced grin on their face. She really wasn’t kidding when she had told him that you were as sweet as can be. At the end of the night, he didn’t have a single doubt in his mind that you and Noodle weren’t a good match. Yes, he isn’t the brightest bulb but it wasn’t difficult to see there was something more between the couple that had sat with him for the whole evening. He sat on the steps of the porch reflecting, took a long drag from his cigarette as you pulled out of the driveway and turned to the young guitarist now seated next to him, “do you love her?” “With everything I have.” His lips would curl into a smile around the cigarette, “let’s hope that answer never changes.”Murdoc had completely forgotten that you were coming over that night despite Noodle’s reminders. He had just finished messing around with his radio station and was heading upstairs when lo and behold, everyone was sitting at the table listening to you chat away. It took him a few seconds in the dead silence to process that first off, Noodle’s girlfriend was here and secondly, your first impression would forever be him in nothing but his underwear. Had it been any other situation he wouldn’t really care, he’s been on stage in nothing but underwear before. This wasn’t anything new. But this was Noodle’s girlfriend we were talking about. As careless as he was, he knew better than to be on bad terms with her. Murdoc felt her glare boring into his soul as he tried to break the silence with some forced and extremely awkward laughter. You however, seemed completely unscathed as you introduced yourself to the practically naked man with the same exact smile you’d been holding seconds before. You invited him to join you all at the table which he did with surprise from everyone including himself. Soon enough, you were chatting away like before but this time with a plus one. He loved it. He loved you. Your bold personality clicked far too well with Noodle’s. You took everything he said with a grain of salt and even retaliated a few times. While he would never show it, he watched you intently, trying to find some artifice in you but there was none. Murdoc noticed the glances the both of you shared throughout the night, the way you two would forget the others were there as you shared comments and laughs of the stories you were told. You were genuine in your love for Noodle and he couldn’t deny that, even if you hadn’t sat well with him. He inexplicably felt relief. Not long after you left, Noodle walked into the kitchen and there was a moment of heavy tension; maybe next time he should wear pants. Russel was the most skeptical about you. He had mixed feelings when he heard you were coming over to meet the boys because on one hand he was happy to see Noodle growing up; on the other hand his little soft spot for her ached for a reason he couldn’t quite figure out. Regardless, Noodle had asked him to help her clean up a bit before you arrived and he was more than happy to do so. Noodle talked about you and he listened as he tried to pin down just what kind of person you were. You didn’t seem too bad but maybe you were too good to be true. Someone that has a heart of gold like the one Noodle is describing is too rare to come by. Didn’t you have any extreme weak points that could blow the relationship to bits? Lack of loyalty? Lying? Selfishness maybe? He tried to clear his head from those thoughts when you walked in the door. “If you’re with Noodle, you must be a good person.” At first, Russel sat there quietly, listening to everyone talk. All eyes were on you and you never seemed to crack. You never looked afraid or nervous at any time. Noodle had one hand resting on top of yours but it wasn’t in a way to help relieve your stress; it was just instinct. Eventually he loosened up and before he knew it, he was laughing at your jokes and commenting on your stories and even sharing his own. You and Noodle both let out a small sigh of relief once he opened up as you both were well aware he was the hardest egg to crack. At the end of the night you were all burned out and wanted to use that last bit of energy to get home safely. As Noodle was walking you to your car, Russel stopped you at the frame of the house entrance and tousled your hair, “get home safe” was all he said as he turned and walked up to his room exhausted. As he dozed off in bed, Russel patted the area of his chest that protected his heart. I think we can fit one more person in there.

[pandadude9393]

My life as of 2017

It has been nearly 6 years now that I've graduated high school. I took a year off of school to get myself prepared for college and have a savings, but my father and I ran into problems and I moved out. I was thrown into a world where I had to figure out things that weren't taught in school. Things like savings, taxes, and other sorts like the differeence between a w2 and a 1099. I witness the ugly truth of how unfair and cruel the world can be. This lesson taught me many valuable truths, and how alone you really are. During the time I was kicked out of my father house, I started living with my uncle, I was under the impression that he loved me, and that blood ran thicker than water. I soon discovered it wasn't so. Spreading rumors and lying to his wife and blaming things on people around him.This was not the man I grew up admiring. I found out the uncle I once looked up to, wasn't really someone I should have looked up to. I ended up relying on my best friend at the time. I felt as if he was my brother, though that ended up being very singled sided. He and his family allowed me into their life and I admit I messed that up by saying something I shouldn't have which lead to many more events. These events would then shape themselves into a image of what my brother thought of me, and eventually rumors became truths, more than the truths of your words. I still wish him all the happiness in the world. I still care if he's doing well and whatnot, however it's the polar opposite for him. Am I a wuss for doing that? Afterwards it was hard to get close to anyone. I feared that if I cared that much again that bond that I had with my friend would be singled sided. Now I have a beautiful street sister and my two brothers, I can't express enough how much I really care and want them to have happy lives. Though recently I feel excluded. Our paths are diverging and were starting to have different priorities in life. I miss those days where I can just jump up one mornijng, pack all my things ,and sleep over for days at a time. Nowadays I have to focus on getting out of school and repaying everyone who has help this far. (Thanks pops, thanks mom, thanks susa.) I'm very insecure of myself and it affects the relationship I have with my family and friends. I talk a lot when I feel comfortable about the topic or with the person. Sometime I feel like people cut me off, because I tell them more than what they wanted to know. I just sit the with my mouth shut and begin to sew my mouth. People say that I let my emotions affect people around me, but I try to walk away from everyone when that happens so it doesn't affect anyone. Though anything I do in that state of mind is wrong I suppose. I don't know how to not let my emotion to get the better of me. I grew up seeing my father do it, and in return I created a bad habit out of it. I want to change, and I'm trying to become a better person of myself for the love ones around me. My gf is constantly wanting my attention. Because of that I don't have time to hang to with my friends. This hinders the bond building, and the deconstruction of the wall I built between myself and my feelings. I typically express my stress with sarcasm and push to the side. I feel as though I shouldn't, though the thought of leaning on someone and one day not having them in my life, terrifies me more. Again, my insecurities grabbing a hold of yet another aspect of my life. I don't know what to do with these feelings. What should I do? On that topic, my gf is very needy and doesn't like to communicate with me well. I feel as though She doesn't want to change herself and compromise at all, as I did for her. She broke up with me recently and teared heart apart. I cried waterfalls of tears and intoxicated myself to numb the chest pain.Which felt like my heart was being physically ripped out of my chest. All my friends came to cheer me up and help me. I find out the next day I was an annoyance I felt bad and said sorry and told myself I wouldn't bother anyone with my shitty problems ever again. I didn't want to watch someone walk again. I didn't want to be that guy that didn't have the courage to say no, come back. Was I wrong to come back to someone I love? Or am I just so terrified of being alone? Waking up to someone making sure you're ok, or wondering what you're doing. These feeliings are so warming AND help ease the pain. I mean that's what a significant other is for, right? Pro and cons I guess? Asking for help from people yields different advices and typically everyone will choose what they want to hear like "everything is going to be ok " or "You're strong, I know you can make it through this I will help You " though it doesn't help. I want to hear what I need to hear, it might not be what I want to hear but it's what I need. I started a team awhile ago and nurtured the team and help many kids go through their life dramas. Now that I see none of these kids have the drive or passion it kills me. It also burns a hole in my wallet every time I drive 60 miles each way to take care of the team. I let my team down, I can't be there all the time and the person I taught to take my place left me. I want the team to keep going but even my most loyal members talk shit behind my back as if I can do anythijng about it. I don't know what they expect and want from me. Am I a failure? What's happening to me? Am I just being a baby? I need to hear it straight so I know where to start and head on off out of this hole in my life. I'm not trying to be a bitch or a cry baby, I'm grateful for everything I have and own and the people that are in my life. Though why is it I feel so lost and disconnected with myself, family, and friends? I just want to go the the shore during the sunset with my guitar. Watch as the day fades away, and as the beautiful stary skies appear above me. I just want to sit next to my friends and laugh, joke around, and be in good company. Through the eyes of the population in merely one person, and I should appreciate the fact that I'm alive with two arms and legs and a healthy mind. I should feel blessed. Though I don't. Stephen Minh Truong 6:19am July 29th, 2017 P.s. I'm sorry for being a horrible brother, boyfriend, friend, nephew, cousin, uncle, captain, etc.