#congrats! you distracted my mom from an inspection

[yeehawntn]

animal rights activists in seattle are actual fucking idiots

my mom’s lab was swarmed by some bullshit animal rights + PETA bitches. they didn’t do Shit about animal rights activism, just harass lab techs and workers, put up bullshit signs & cause trouble

out here protesting animal cruelty in positive reinforcement labs. super useful! u go girlie!

real scientists get so attached to their animals that they hold funerals. and take weeks off of work to grieve when one dies of old age or natural causes. have you ever spoken to a monkey scientist? maybe you should!

animal rights activists leave a sour taste in my mouth, half of them are mentally unequipped to be taking a stand for anything. bare minimum comprehension would look sooooo good on them.

[servingy-nneeds]

“Congrats For Staying Alive” (A Birthday Special)

January 18

Word count:1150

His day started just fine, being ordered around by his ego maniacal boss to cause some commotion downtown as a distraction while another group steals some important documents.

Well that was his initial plan before the pro heroes and cops started to swarm the burning building, taking it his cue to sneakily scamper away while they tried to deal with the damage done.

Well tried to anyway, before his favorite cop saw the tale tail sign of his coat’s tail disappearing from round the corner of a dingy alleyway.

Darting off where you saw his signature coat, leaving your seniors to deal with the aftermath, you called out seeing him walking leisurely along the alleyway, inspecting his surrounding.

“Villain Dabi in the name of the law I command you to hold your ground!” you shouted at him with his back turned towards you.

Stopping at his tracks he turned around looking back at you. Making a rapid assessment of the situation he quickly took note that you were in fact wearing a civilian’s clothes, carrying a box with a ribbon at the top and look at that no guns hanging off you ‘Off duty perhaps?’

“If it isn’t my favorite cop, Officer y/n. Didn’t mom and dad warn you ‘bout hanging around this part of town babe?” smirking while addressing you, he decided that you weren’t an immediate threat right now; he stalled you for a moment looking for any possible exits. Who knows if those idiotic heroes heard your commotion.

Catching sight of an exit located almost at your side he promptly made a scene trying to nerve you into backing down. “You know it just so happens that it is my birthday? So why don’t you come and give your favorite villain a birthday hug right now, for old time’s sake yeah?” he said slowly walking towards you arms wide open trying his luck.

Confused by the sudden invitation for hugs you took a step back quickly pulling out your handcuffs that you forgot to take out “I repeat stand down!”

Stopping at the entryway of his exit he looked at the handcuffs with a dead pan look that changed to a smirk. “Well aren’t you a kinky one? Inviting me with handcuffs, at a broad daylight, never knew you had it in you babe?”

Enjoying your flustered state for a moment, he ran off towards his exit determining that now is his opening.

Snapping out of your flustered state you quickly chased after him yelling out profanities and orders for him. Like hell he would hand himself to you easily, any other scenarios maybe, but not now.

Your little cat and mouse chase took at least half to an hour and would still go on for another hour if it weren’t for Dabi yelping and loosing his footing almost falling off a roof top building. Almost, if it weren’t for you yanking his coat effectively hauling him too,

Wheezing out a thanks, Dabi collapsed at the ground,groaning and waiting for you to just hand cuff him and haul his ass back to the prison. He wasn’t built for this endurance run shit.

Besides him you were there bending at your knees catching your breath, though not as much as your companion. The last of your fight and flight hormone used up when you dragged Dabi’s ass away from almost death.

“Can't we just call it quits?” you managed to breath out “I don’t think I have the energy....to keep you restraint...until we reach the station” you managed to say huffing and sitting besides his splayed out form.

“Does goody two shoes y/n has a crush on little ol' me?” he coughed out rather pathetically still trying to even out his breathing.

“DON’T PUSH IT” that definitely shut him up, instead letting him focus on catching his breath

Crouching down and taking out the box you were still busy carrying when you started out your chase you opened it revealing a tussled cake. “Shit” you mumbled out. The cake was supposed to be for your nephews birthday party tomorrow.

“Who’s?” Dabi asked sitting up from his previous position and scooting over to peer from above your shoulder.

“Nephew's, never mind that, I’ll just get him another one, don’t wanna waste this one so..” 

Opening the cake now fully, you placed several of the pre ordered candle round the cake.

"Perfect! Now hand please" you said stretching out your said limbs to his direction.

Still partially confused at your request he beckons your order and firmly grasps your offered hand.

Confused by the sudden sensation of a calloused warm male hands holding yours. Looking at your joined hands you laughed it off quickly although you didn't shook off his hands.

"Not that! I need you to light these up" you said beckoning on the decorated cake.

Looking at you dead in the eyes as a response, you were pleasantly shocked and amused seeing him lighting each one of the seven candles with his other pinky finger. He secretly doesn't want to let go of the other hand.

Him finishing up the final touches of said cake, looking at his way you greeted him with a sincere grin "Happy Birthday Dabi! Congrats for staying alive"

Shocked and a bit flustered by your sudden outburst. From his crouched position he quickly dropped his head hiding his face on his other free arm hoping you wouldn't see how a small smile is slowly creeping on his face.

"Fuck you y/n, how am I suppose to kill you now?" he mumbled out to you still hiding his face.

"You're welcome, and in my defense we both should had been at each other's throat right now but here we are. So are you gonna blow the cake or not birthday boy?"

Grumbling out some curses in your direction he lifted his head and proceeded to put out all of the candles in a single blow.

Removing your hand from his grasp, which earned an angry grumble from him, you offered him one of the several sporks the cake had come up with.

Silence had enveloped the two of you with minutes ticking away while the two of you devoured the cake piece by piece, Dabi taking larger amounts compared to yours.

'Sweet tooth perhaps?'

"You know how fuck up this situation is right?" you ask him, earning a shrug from him, seemingly agreeing with your idea.

"In another alternate timeline we could have been a couple you know?" you continued voicing out your thoughts to him looking in his direction hoping to catch him off guard.

Stopping at his constant pokes at the cake he looked at you dead in eye, then grinning like a cat that got the canary.

"Who said we couldn't date right now?"

...

...

...

...

"Dabi I can see some chunks of chocolate hiding in your teeth"

"Fuck you"

Best. Birthday. Ever.

A late birthday special for our favorite pyromaniac

[snelbz]

Lost Time {17}

A/N: Shit’s about to hit the fan. :) Another chapter written with @tacmc​.

Azriel was waiting in the kitchen, trying to distract himself to pass the time. He wasn’t dressed in anything fancy, and he knew Elain wouldn't be either, but she still made him wait. He’d only been waiting for twenty minutes or so, and he was already on his second cup of coffee.

It was a big day.

He needed the energy.

Miryam had just come to pick Novan up, excited to spend the afternoon with him. She’d tried to give Azriel a comforting talk, sensing his nerves, but he hadn’t heard a word she had said.

He checked the time.

“Elain!” He called, standing at the bottom of the stairs. “It’s almost noon!”

“Be right down!” Her voice floated down the hall and he shook his head, laughing quietly.

Of course Elain, the most punctual woman in all of Velaris, would be late to her own wedding.

Neither of them felt that a traditional wedding ceremony was necessary after all that they’d been through. They didn’t want to send out the invitations and wait for replies and pick out linens and dessert menus. After four years, they wanted to pick up right back where they’d left off.

So that’s exactly what they did.

Azriel heard heels clicking down the stairs and he walked that way from the living room. When he met Elain at the bottom, he was speechless.

The ivory dress she wore was elegant, but its simplicity allowed the beauty of the woman wearing it to shine through. And not only did she shine, Elain glowed.

Azriel took her hand as she reached the main floor and he kissed her lips softly. “You are stunning.”

She blushed and pushed him away. “Hush.”

“No,” he breathed, smiling down at her. She leaned up on her toes, kissing him one more time, and he asked, “Are you ready?”

She nodded, beaming. “Do you have the rings?”

Smiling, he patted his pocket. “Yep, and a surprise from Mom in the kitchen.”

Elain’s eyebrows rose, but she headed that direction.

Azriel followed closely behind and when she saw the handmade bouquet, her reaction was everything he hoped it would be.

Elain came to a slow stop as she neared the table, her hand coming up to cover her parted lips as she beheld the pink and white roses, the eucalyptus leaves and baby's breath, tied together with a strip of burlap, straight from Miryam’s garden.

“She wanted you to have something to make it seem more…” Azriel’s words trailed off as he searched for the right word. “Like a wedding,” he finished, at last.

“I love it,” she breathed.

Azriel cleared his throat as she turned back around, her eyes misty and bright. He took her hands. “I know this is what you said you wanted, El, but if you want an actual wedding-.”

“No,” she interrupted him, softly. “I want to be your wife, and I want to be your wife, right now. It’s already long overdue.” When she reached up to press her palm against his clean-shaven cheek, he leaned into her touch. “And our appointment is in twenty minutes, so you better get me there quickly, Mr. Draeven.”

He snorted, laying his hand over her own and turning his face to kiss her palm. “I’m not the one who took two hours to get ready.”

She leaned up and kissed him one last time before saying, “A girl only gets ready for her wedding day once.”

With a barked laugh from Azriel, they were out the door and on the way to the little chapel on the Sidra.

The ceremony was sweet, simple, and, most importantly, quick. Not even an hour later, Elain and Azriel were on their way back to the house, matching silver bands on their left hands.

“So, Mrs. Draeven,” he mused, his hand on her thigh as he drove. She sat in the middle of the truck bench, the beautiful bouquet buckled into the passenger seat. “What now?”

The smile on his face was infectious, but the smirk on Elain’s lips had his eyebrows raising. “Well, you already knocked me up,” she chuckled.

He winked. “Twice.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “We’re horrible at this whole birth control thing.”

“The first time we were eighteen,” he said with a shrug. “It happens.”

“And surprise baby number two?” She asked, shaking her head. “What’s our excuse this time?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it and shook his head. “I’m really bad at pulling out?”

Her laughter was louder as she nudged him in the shoulder. “Obviously, but I’m not complaining.”

His grin was wide, radiant, as he took her hand and squeezed her fingers. “I’m not either.” He looked over at her, his eyes going soft as he pulled up to a red light. “I’m so happy, Lainy.”

“I am, too,” she breathed, her eyes lining with silver as the light turned green, and they were moving, once more.

“We have three hours before we have to be at mom’s,” he said, quietly, turning onto their street.

“What are you implying?” she whispered, eyes lit up.

“It’s not official until I take you to bed,” he said, his small smile full of amusement.

“It that so?” she asked, keeping her eyes on him as he pulled into their driveway.

“Mhmm,” he crooned. “So, we better make it official before we do anything else.”

He put the car in park before getting out and rounding the truck to open Elain’s door. After she took his hand and hopped down, Azriel was scooping her up into his arms and carrying her up the front porch steps.

“I’m a sucker for tradition,” he chuckled when she looked up at him, delight in her eyes.

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him lightly. “Okay, tradition. I’d like to reiterate that I’m almost four months pregnant.”

“Yeah,” he smiled and opened the front door without even jostling her. He carried her across the threshold and without pausing to put her down, he was heading right up the stairs. “It’s tradition that I knock you up before our wedding. Now I’ve traditionally carried you across the threshold of our home and I’m going to traditionally go upstairs and make love to my wife, for- how long until we have to be at my mom’s?”

She chuckled and said, “We told everyone we’d be there at four.”

“Then about three hours,” he said, letting his lips drag across her skin.

As if on cue, Elain’s stomach growled as they were entering their bedroom and he added, “Right after I go get her a snack.”

She blushed as he set her down on the bed. “It’s the baby, not me.”

He chuckled and shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Whatever you say, my love.”

Azriel hurried downstairs, stopping at the truck to get Elain’s bouquet and return it to the water it had been in earlier. He then grabbed her standard The baby is hungry snack from the past few weeks - a string cheese and three mini powdered donuts - and was heading back up the stairs, when he heard the quiet moan and froze. He heard it again and picked up the pace.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but finding Elain naked on their bed, her fingers already inside of her, was not it.

Her snack was quickly forgotten.

—————

Just after four, they were pulling up to Miryam’s house, the rest of their family having already arrived. After Azriel put the car in park, he was looking over at his wife, his eyes soft and full of adoration.

“How mad do you think mom would be if I just took you back home so we could keep doing what we were doing?” Azriel whispered.

Elain laughed, rolling her eyes as she got out of the car. “Come on, hubby, let’s celebrate.”

With a chuckle, and a hefty yawn, Azriel followed her lead, taking her hand as they made their way up to the backdoor. Over the last three hours, Elain had completely worn Azriel out. Not that he was complaining, but he had no idea how he was exhausted and she, the one carrying a child, was wide-eyed and cheery.

He didn’t care, though.

It was completely worth it.

When they opened the backdoor, everyone was in the kitchen, and all eyes swiftly swiveled toward them. Congratulations! were shouted, and then everyone was rushing toward them, wrapping them in hugs. Miryam was in tears, whispering “Finally,” as she took her youngest son’s face in her hands and kissed his cheek.

There was food passed around and smiles shared and after about twenty minutes, Elain blinked and looked around the room. “Where is my child?”

“He refused his nap at one,” Miryam said, shrugging her shoulders. “I told him if he stayed up, he’d be sleepy when mama and daddy came over. He told me that he was a big boy and big boys don’t need naps.”

Elain sighed, rubbing her bump, “He fell asleep right before we walked in, didn’t he?”

“Literally crashed on the couch minutes after we got your text,” Cassian chuckled, his arm wrapped around Nesta’s shoulders.

After seven months, she was finally over the sick part of her pregnancy, but now she was constantly, constantly horny. Miryam had been joking about making a rule that her grown children couldn’t disappear to have sex in her house, specifically while Donovan was over, until she’d actually had to enforce it.

Az let his head fall back against the couch cushion. “Great,” he chuckled. “Getting him to go down for bed in three hours should be a piece of cake.”

The sarcasm lacing his tone had Elain chuckling, until Feyre mused, “Az, you’re acting like such a daddy.”

Elain’s laughter quieted and she looked up at him, cheeks heating. He smirked and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she snuggled closer into him. “It happens,” he muttered.

Rhys cleared his throat. “Speaking of kids and daddies and all that, we, uh.” He looked at Feyre and took her hand. “We are officially adopting. We signed all the paperwork yesterday. Someone will be coming to inspect the house and interview us next week, but aside from that…”

Feyre said, “We didn’t want to steal your thunder, but we couldn’t keep this from y’all.”

For a moment, everyone was silent, staring, then they were all rushing at Rhysand and Feyre, giving them the same congratulatory greeting as they gave Azriel and Elain.

“That’s so exciting!” Elain cried, one hand over her heart, the other over her abdomen. “Stealing our thunder, are you kidding me? Oh, I’m so happy for you two, congrats.”

Feyre’s eyes were lined with tears as she leaned into Rhysand’s chest. “It may be a long journey...but, I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” Rhysand breathed, kissing her nose.

Cassian cleared his throat. “Okay,” he began, choked up, “before I start sobbing like a baby, let’s get some wine out and make a toast for all the good news, yeah?”

Elain and Nesta rolled their eyes, but nodded nonetheless, chuckling and doing just that.

At some point, the photo albums had been unearthed, even the ones that had come with Azriel and Rhys when they’d started their new lives with Miryam and Drakon. Cassian, having nothing but the clothes on his back, had no physical copies of his memories before they became a family.

“Nothing worth remembering happened before you found me,” he said, pressing a kiss to Miryam’s forehead as she and Elain looked through the baby book Azriel’s birth mother had put together and hidden from the world.

She smiled up at him as Elain flipped the page and froze, saying, “Okay, but you can’t convince me that’s not just a picture of Donovan.”

Getting up from where they sat on the floor, Azriel, Rhys and Feyre looked at the picture.

“Forget the blood test,” Rhys muttered. “I should have just had you bring this picture to the paternity test that day.”

Azriel snorted, but he said nothing. He was amazed, looking at the picture his wife was pointing to. He couldn’t have been older than four, couldn’t have been older than Novan was now.

He started to find himself wondering about the new baby, not for the first time, whether it would be a boy or a girl, what the baby would look like. Would this baby look just like him, too, or would the baby take after Elain? What if what she said before was to be true, and there would be twins?

If they were twins, would he get them confused?

The thought suddenly felt like a weight in the pit of his stomach.

Elain blinked, looking up at him. “You okay?”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, no, yeah. I just...got thinking about what’s going on in there.” His hand tenderly rubbed her little bump, and she laughed, quietly.

“In a bad way?” she asked.

His smile was genuine when he said, “No, not in a bad way.”

A small creak at the top of the stairs had everyone glancing up. Elain’s smile grew as she said, “Hello, sleepyhead.”

He slowly made his way down the stairs and climbed onto the couch before climbing on top of Elain and and flopping on top of her. She grunted quietly.

Everyone tensed, but then she carefully resituated him, moving the bulk of his body off her abdomen and scratched at his back. Azriel’s eyes were worried as he extended his arms to take him, but she shook her head, nestling Donovan’s head in the crook is her neck. “Did you have a good nap?”

He nodded, but asked, “Is that me, mama?”

Elain turned her head, looking over at the photo album she’d set off to the side. She smiled and picked it up, turning it where Novan could see the picture and Az. “No, baby, that’s daddy when he was your age.”

“Oh,” he said, with a yawn.

“What do you think?” Azriel asked, quietly. “Do we look alike?”

He nodded, starting to smile the more he woke up. “Yeah, a little bit.”

Azriel chuckled. “Just a little bit?”

Novan nodded. “What about when I was a little baby? Did I look like you then?”

Azriel hesitated, but Miryam was quick to say, “Just like daddy, buddy.”

Novan’s smile widened. “I like little babies. Aunt Nesta has a little baby in her tummy.”

Nesta nodded in agreement as Elain said, “Sure does.”

“How do babies get in mommies’ tummies?” he asked, those questions continuing.

For a moment, no one said a word, but then Cassian started laughing and Nesta rolled her eyes.

“Well,” Azriel began, a thousand different approaches flew through his mind. “Mommies and daddies….they….it just….happens.”

Novan’s brows scrunched together, but Elain only shook her head, laughing quietly. “Don’t worry about it now, bud, ask us again when you’re older.”

Novan groaned and rolled his eyes. “I don’t like that answer, mama.”

“I know,” she laughed, kissing his head. “All you need to know is that soon Aunt Nesta’s little baby is going to be here, and you’re going to be able to hold it. And you know what?”

“What?” Novan asked, kicking his feet from the side of the couch.

They hadn’t planned on telling Novan that he was going to be a big brother until later, didn’t plan on telling Nesta and Cassian until they were alone, but when Elain looked up at Azriel with a question in her eye, they knew it was the right moment.

“See how big Aunt Nesta’s belly is getting?” Elain asked.

With a raised eyebrow, Nesta quietly scoffed, “Bitch.”

Miryam scolded her quietly, but her own eyes were filling with tears as she realized what was happening. Novan nodded.

With one last glance up to Az, seeing the silver lining his eyes, she said, “Soon, mommy’s tummy is going to get that big, too.”

Donovan’s big, hazel eyes lit up. “You got a baby in your tummy?”

She bit her lip to keep from crying and tucked the loose fabric of her dress around her small, defined belly.

The biggest grin spread across Novan’s mouth. His voice got significantly louder as he asked, “I’m gonna be a brother?!”

Nesta was looking between Elain and Azriel, her mouth hanging open, and Cassian’s tears had returned.

“Yeah,” Elain breathed, holding Novan’s hand in one of her own, Azriel’s in the other. “You’re gonna be a big brother, buddy.”

“When?” He asked, clapping his hands together.

“It’ll be a little bit,” she laughed, wiping a tear from her cheek.

“I can’t wait.” His grin was infectious and everyone else couldn’t stop the smiles on their own faces. Elain wrapped him up in her arms, holding him tightly to her chest. His little arms snaked around her neck. He asked, “Is it a brother or a sister?”

“We don’t know yet, buddy,” she said, pulling back to look at him. “We’ll find out next time we go to the doctor. But in the meantime, you have to be really careful around mommy’s tummy, okay?”

Nodding excitedly, he crawled off of her and asked, “Can I give the baby a kiss?”

Elain’s eyes were filling with tears as she said, “Of course.”

Donovan carefully leaned down and pressed the softer of kisses to her stomach. “Hello, I’m Novan. I’m your big brother and I’m always gonna take care of you, okay?”

The footsteps as Azriel stepped out onto the porch got everyone’s attention and Elain was about to stand up, when Nesta said, “Let me.”

Cassian and Elain glanced at each other warily, but nodded.

Nesta was careful not to let the door slam behind her as she followed Azriel. She was expecting the pacing, she was expecting some tears from him, but she wasn’t expecting the full body sobs she found when she stepped outside.

Her voice was surprisingly quiet when she asked, “You okay?”

He spun around, his cheeks red as he wiped at his face, but when he tried to speak, he only cried harder. Nesta, around her bump, took Azriel into her arms and patted his back as he cried into her shoulder.

“Sorry,” he said, through his tears, but she just whispered, “It’s okay.”

“I just…” he began, leaning back and wiping at his face. “I never thought I’d have this life, you know? I’d always dreamed…” He shook his head and took a shuddering breath. “I feel like I’m living in a dream, the life I always wanted, and I’m so fucking happy, Nesta, I’ve never been this happy...but, I’m almost not used to being happy, you know? I’m just...so overwhelmed.”

She ran a protective hand over her stomach. “I know the feeling, trust me.”

He wiped at his face again, and nodded. “I’m just…” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m waiting for someone to rip the rug out from under me. Like I’m not supposed to get this much happiness. And I’m-.”

“You can’t think that way,” she interrupted. “No matter what happens and what life throws at you now, you’ve got the most amazing wife, the sweetest son, a supportive family and a baby on the way. Whatever it is, Az, we’ll get you through it.”

He nodded and hugged her once more, awed by how far their relationship had come since he’d come back to Velaris.

“Now come on,” she said. “Donovan hasn’t realized that weddings mean cake yet.”

Azriel laughed, quietly. “That is the best part of weddings as a kid, isn’t it?”

“The only good part when you’re four,” she said, winking.

Azriel nodded, hesitating as he wiped at his damp face, yet again, not wanting Elain to know that he was crying. She had enough to worry about it, and didn’t want her having to worry about him, too.

Nesta, a spark of understanding in her eyes, pulled a tissue out of her dress pocket.

Azriel blinked.

“What?” she shrugged. “I’m pregnant, I always have tissues.”

He chuckled, thanked her, and took it to clean himself up before he followed Nesta in through the backdoor. Laughter floated in from the living room, and that feeling settled into Azriel’s chest, once again, that there was so much happiness, so much joy, and he was so grateful, so blessed, but he just couldn’t believe it. Especially as he rounded the corner and caught Elain’s bright eyes, the perfect smile plastered on her face.

She was so unbelievable stunning that it took his breath away.

Nesta said loudly, “Az, why don’t you take your son into the kitchen for some cake so I can use adult language while I talk to your wife.”

Novan’s head popped up from where he’d been trying to fly, thanks to his Uncle Rhys. “We have cake?!”

Donovan was launching himself into Az’s arms and he caught him with a grunt as his mini-me said, “I asked Meme if there was cake! There’s always cake in movies.”

He chuckled, as once again, the words out of his brilliant son’s mouth surprised him. “You’re too smart for your own good, kid.”

He just wrapped his little arms around his daddy’s neck and beamed up at him.

Nesta was right, he realized, smiling down at his son. Hard times might come, there could always be some kind of trouble on the horizon, but as long as he leaned on his family, as long as he had someone who looked at him the way Donovan did, Azriel knew that he’d be fine.

—————

“Daddy?” Novan began, yawning as Azriel tucked him into his bed.

“Hmm?” He sat down on the edge of the little twin mattress, cocking his head to the side as he looked at his son.

“I’m excited to be a brother,” he said, sleepily. “Are you excited?”

Azriel chuckled. “I’m very excited, and I’d love to talk to you more about it tomorrow, but it’s way past bedtime and you need to get some sleep.”

“I’m not tired,” he said, the lie perfectly obvious when he yawned, again.

Azriel tried not to laugh as he said, “Well, I’m tired, so you have to go to sleep so I can go to sleep. And mommy needs her sleep, because the baby in her tummy needs the most sleep.”

It was quiet for a moment before Novan gave in. “Okay, okay, fine. Goodnight, daddy.”

“Goodnight, buddy,” he said, quietly, kissing Novan’s head before he got up to turn off the light, his nightlight still glowing brightly in the corner.

He cracked the door as he left, shutting the light off in the hallway and made his way into their room. Before falling face first onto the bed, he noticed the little plate of donuts on Elain’s night stand, and when he looked up from his pillow, she was peeling her string cheese apart, bit by bit. Her eyes were on the television across the room, but when Azriel’s hand covered her bare belly, one of his old t-shirts raised to expose it, she began to smile.

“It’s a bit late for the baby to be hungry,” he smirked.

“Oh, I know,” she smiled and looked down at him. She brushed his hair back off of her head. “That’s cause mama was hungry this time.”

He snorted and leaned up and kissed her, sneakily grabbing a donut from the plate and eating it in one bite.

Elain raised an eyebrow. “Did you just steal food from a pregnant woman?”

Azriel quickly swallowed, powdered sugar still on his lips and said, “No?”

She rolled her eyes and settled into the pillows. “It’s a good thing I love you.”

Pressing a kiss to her head, he said, “I love you, too. My wife.”

The smile was back and she said, “Say it again.”

He kissed her once and said, “Wife.” Kiss. “Wife.” Kiss. “My-.” Kiss. “-beautiful-.” Kiss. “-wife.”

Her smile was breathtaking and she opened her mouth to say something when they heard vibrating.

Elain glanced to her nightstand, where her phone was lying face up, no notifications lighting the screen up. “It’s not mine.”

Quickly, Azriel was up, grabbing the dark jeans he’s discarded on the chair in the corner and fishing his phone from the pocket.

He froze and stared at the screen, silencing it and lying it face down on his nightstand.

“Who is it, baby?” Elain asked, looking at the clock on the wall. It was only nine, but that was late for either of them to get a call that wasn’t from their family.

He crossed the room shut off the light before crawling in bed and pulling her tightly against him. “Someone I used to work with in New York.”

She traced the lines of his tattoo across his chest and asked, “Should you get it?”

With a shake of his head, he said, “No, I’ve spoken to them about it once before. Any other info they can get from my voicemail.”

Elain yawned and nodded, almost immediately falling into a deep, peaceful sleep. Azriel kept one arm around her as he grabbed his phone and unlocked it.

Not only was there a missed call from her, but there was also a text message, which had come in seconds after the phone call ended.

His eyes flicked to the contact at the top of the screen and he cursed himself for not getting a new number. As much as he didn’t want to see Ianthe, he sure as hell didn’t want her anywhere near his family.

I’m in Velaris for a shoot and would love to see you. Call me and we can get together. Like old times.

[burnedmytongue]

when my heart felt volcanic: good riddance

wassup party poeple im kaitlyn and this is my first fanfic so pls give me criticism but dont yell at me im a sensitive bitch thx!

in which calum stirs up her bad desires and she is burning him up

word count: 879 (the chapters get longer dont worry)

also all the chapters have songs that go along with them so that’s what the song titles are

okay here we go mothertruckers....

fuck.

isabella had thirty minutes until she needed to be in place for her graduation ceremony,  but she had just closed her fingers in the door of her dorm room. she swallowed back the scream in the back of her throat and inspected her hand. perfect. amazing. wonderful. she had broken a nail. sure, other than that, her hand was fine, but now her college graduation pictures would forever immortalize this moment in which she shut her fucking hand in the door.

she had no time to think about pictures, though. she was supposed to be meeting taylor and maddie in the lobby.

"izzy hurry the fuck up we're gonna be late," maddie yelled at her friend when she saw her sprinting out of the stairwell.

"then let's go," izzy yelled back, running outside towards taylor's white jeep. isabella sat in the back and thought about how bittersweet it all was. she was happy to be graduating, as if her fast tracking her way through her degree in order to graduate in two years didn't make that clear enough. however, she wished her older brother, ashton, could be there to see her.

ashton was in a band and they were slowly growing a very dedicated fanbase. he was currently at rehearsal for their last show on this tour. she leaned up and asked taylor to turn the volume up, hoping to distract herself from her thoughts. of fucking course good riddance by green day was on. it seemed fitting as they made their way toward the arena.

when they arrived at the pauley pavillion, they were ushered into their seats, and soon enough, there were only two people in front of isabella and her UCLA diploma. as she walked up the steps, the annoucer called her name. "isabella violet irwin, bachelor of arts in photography."

as she was handed the piece of paper, she heard cheering from the crowd and smiled to herself as the cameras flashed. she walked back to her seat and looked around at her graduating class, taking in the fact that it was all really over.

after the ceremony ended, izzy, maddie, and taylor said their hellos to their families. after talking with maddie's parents and having taylor's nephews almost pull izzy's dress down, the trio began their search for izzy's mom. they walked around for a few minutes before a pair of strong arms lifted isabella off the ground.

"hey what the fu-," she began before noticing a familiar set of blood moon tattoos.

"Ash! what the fuck are you doing her?" izzy screamed before turning around and bear hugging her brother.

"well, i figured it would be pretty rude to not show up to my own sister's college graduation. plus, i thought i owed it to you after all those loud drum sessions when we were kids"

"yeah no shit, asshole," izzy said, shoving him and laughing. "where's mum?"

"she's waiting in the car," ashton replied, shoving her back. "got too crowded for her. come on, i have a few more surprises."

isabella followed ashton to their mom's rented car. she had flown out for izzy's graduation and would be staying for the show tonight before flying back to sydney. they approached the black car and isabella was about to ask where her surprise was when the back doors open.

"Holy shit!" izzy screamed as she ran towards the three boys who were trying, unsuccessfully, to climb out of the backseat.

michael picked izzy up and spun her around when he finally got out of the car. "hi mikey," isabella said, hugging the boy. after he let her down, she turned to luke, who kissed her check before hugging her as well. "congrats iz," luke said to her before turning to look at calum, who still had not made it out of the car. he had gotten his foot stuck in between the door and the seat. he eventually yanked his foot out, but not without losing his shoe in the process.

izzy giggled as cal made his way over to her, hoping on one leg. he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her waist, causing her to jump. "hi cal," izzy said to the curly headed boy. "hi bella," he replied before looking at her and grinning. "'m so fucking proud of you. did you hear us screaming?"

izzy laughed, "i should've known that was your loud asses." she looked at the four boys in front of her, not really believing they were there.

"can we go now? i'm starving" luke said. everyone nodded and looked at isabella, waiting for her to agree that they could leave.

"yeah, let me go grab maddie and taylor and we'll follow you guys." isabella replied. she found her friends and they said their goodbyes to some of their former classmates as they walked to taylor's jeep. they drove over to her mom's car and she motioned for her mother through the window to start toward the restaurant. isabella was sat upfront with the aux cord and hit shuffle. and as good riddance played for the second time that day, she thought back to that morning before ashton and her three surprises showed up and wondered how life could ever get any better than this.

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hi okay so basically this chapter is just setting up the intro to the characters and the setting of the story but it does get a little more interesting i promise. let me know if you want me to upload the next chapter, or you can check it out on my wattpad @blurryphace okay peace

[crystal-waterfalls]

My Suicide Story

For anyone who has been through similar shit or needs help/advice, I’m always here and I hope this story can, in some way, help you.

So it was about 3 in the morning as I was coming home from a friend’s apartment and it all started with a car accident right before Christmas that I don’t remember. I’ve had my car back for 2-3 weeks because I got into an accident prior to this one, and then it happened again before Christmas and I was so distraught I don’t even remember most of what happened. There was a man taking pictures of my car, the front of my car was smashed totally inward and all the airbags deployed. I just remember sitting there in my driver’s seat in absolute shock and awe that I finally totaled my car.

It felt like my entire life was crumbling, I felt like my parents would hate me, I felt that my friends would tease me to no end, I felt that I had failed miserably.  I just wanted it all to stop.

The cops came and took a report and I remember staring at the ground still upset and answering his questions as best I could. He had me call an Uber to take me home and I got home safe and literally took all my clothes off and just passed out in my bed instantly. 

I woke up the next day around 1-2pm and literally just sat in the gloom of my room feeling absolutely destroyed. My mind was racing, my heart pounding at the thought of what my parents would say to me the moment they found out. I didn’t want to deal with it, I didn’t want to be ridiculed. It was at that moment that I felt it would be easier to just....kill myself. I remembered that I had a knife in the drawer of my nightstand and I grabbed it, staring at it for a long while thinking of the power I was holding in my hand. After about 5 minutes of staring at the knife, I finally decided to make the cut. Granted, it was a very shitty knife with a dull blade so it definitely took me a few tries before I broke skin. The kind of drive I had to finish the job was a terrifying feeling. I literally was cutting my wrist with the most dull knife in my possession and the fact that I didn’t want to stop only proves how depressed I was. The part I think about the most is how dissociated I was in the moment. Not once did I cry, tear up, wince in pain, whimper, nothing. I felt no physical pain in the moment, only emotional and mental disgust with myself.

I kept at it for...a couple hours I believe? It was slow-going and I couldn’t stop. I went about an inch deep with this knife, fascinated with each layer of my body I was slicing through. I had a moment where I was more intrigued by the idea of what lay underneath my skin, than the fact that I wanted to die. Finally, after minutes that seemed to drag on forever, after watching this knife cut deeper and deeper into my skin, after seeing blood oozing out of my wrist, I stopped. I don’t know why. Finish the job, Sam. You already started it, why not just finish? Just finish one fucking thing in your life. But I can honestly say that I am glad I didn’t go through with it.

I stopped, wrapped some tissue around my wrist, and immediately texted my best friend, telling him what happened. He said he would be over soon and I just laid there staring at the wall until I fell asleep. I was asleep for about an hour when he finally showed up at my door. I went to let him in, said nothing, and went straight back to my room, showing him the damage. He held me and we said nothing for a few minutes. Then I decided to tell my mom. She was watching TV when I sat down next to her and she asked “what’s up?” and I lost it. Tears just pouring down my face, I showed her what I’d done and she was shocked (obviously). As she gently held my arm, examining my cut, I told her the events of the previous night. She mentioned that, no matter what, my life is more important than a hunk of metal; that can be replaced, I can’t. She suggested my friend take me to urgent care to get stitches. Upon arrival, I sat in silence until they called my name and lied about how it happened, saying I was opening a box and the box cutter did the damage. She saw right through me and asked if I harmed myself because, if I did, she only wanted to get me the help I needed. Again, I started tearing up and couldn’t speak. She saw it on my face and proceeded to give me a piece of paper that I would take to the nearest hospital to have me admitted.

I was put on a 51-50 hold which lasted 72 hours and basically meant that I was a danger to myself and possibly others and didn’t have a choice on whether I wanted to stay or not. This was incredibly stressful because I knew the money my parents would have to shell out to help pay for this and the stress it was putting my friends and family through.

The next 72 hours would be the longest weekend of my entire life.

I started out at a general hospital and was transferred to a mental hospital the next day where they took my phone to sever my contact with the outside world. I had 3 phone numbers memorized that I could call using the phone in the unit I was in. They inspected every inch of my body and asked me so many questions. I was analyzed by psychiatrists every day to see if my mental state was getting any better, I was surrounded by older people in much more severe mental states than myself, I had no privacy, was on a schedule set forth by the hospital, and was forced to participate in group every day. It was 3 days, but those 3 days each felt like a year. Finding ways to occupy your time when you’re used to having electronics as a distraction is difficult. I decided that I would participate in group activities like art or game time just to keep myself busy. This was beneficial in that I discovered that coloring with some music playing in the background really helps me relax. The man I roomed with suggested I walk up & down the hall after every meal to, 1) help time pass and 2) to help the food digest so I’m not just laying down after every meal. Doing this helped me realize that I thoroughly enjoy walking without a destination. I felt I was going crazy being in there, which is ironic because being there was supposed to help me feel sane. 

Finally, on the 3rd day, I was anticipating the arrival of my parents that evening to take me home. After all my discharge paperwork and being prescribed antidepressants, I was escorted to where my parents waited and I hugged my mom so tightly like I’ve never hugged her before. I was ELATED to finally be going home to some normalcy. Granted, nothing would be the same after this incident, but I was just glad to be going home. Oh, and it also helped that I was able to get my phone back, too. Thankfully, my parents took me to In N Out as a “congrats on feeling better” meal; which I’m glad they did because the hospital food wasn’t all that great.

Since then, my friends have all been much better about showing me they appreciate me, and my mom checks on me every few days to make sure I’m still doing okay (which I greatly appreciate because I never thought I could come to her with any problems). One of the best parts of getting out was my mom buying me a necklace with a little pendant that says “To my son, never forget that I love you. Life is filled with hard times and good times, learn from everything you can. Be the man I know you can be. Love Mom.” I wear it every day as a reminder that my mom will always have my back and be there to support me even when I feel she may not. 

And now, I’m doing much better. I have my bad days and I have my good days, as most people do, but I don’t have any more thoughts of suicide or harming myself. The antidepressant I’m taking helps me and talking to my friends helps me a lot. I know this is long & if anyone reads all the way through, thank you for taking time out of your day to read a little insight on my life. If this helps at least one person, then I will be forever grateful. If nobody reads this, then that’s okay too. I’ll be leaving this here as a reminder to myself that I can get through it.

It gets better.