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yoohyeon ¡ 6 months ago
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Me internally while my aunt is annoying the fuck out of me
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be-ca-lm ¡ 4 years ago
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do you have SAD?
happy daylight savings time if you’re in a hellcountry that follows it. extra congratulations if you suffer from SAD, or, seasonal affective disorder, like me!
the darker months and earth’s farthest point from the sun means that our bodies don’t get the right wavelength of sunshine, natural vitamin D, and quality of sleep that we do in the brighter, warmer parts of the year. 
so before getting thrown into a spiraling, horrific, near-suicidal depression and social isolation that i do every year, i have taken to PREEMPTIVELY STRIKING at this meteorological affliction of the mind as soon as daylight savings time kicks in and we lose an hour of lifegiving sunlight.
here’s what works for me: 
- i invested in this happy light that has full-spectrum wavelength light that our brains respond to in producing happy hormones and chemicals
- i take 1,000 IU vitamin D every single day. this has the most noticeable effect on my physical and mental well-being. a little after taking them, my whole body feels a little warmer and lighter like i’ve been given a giant hug or something
- sleep schedule sleep schedule sleep schedule. i suck at this so much but when i get at least a full 8 hours a night, my mental health improves by leaps and bounds. when i stay up late which i naturally always want to do...i just get sad and start a vicious cycle of tired+sad 
- stay active and moving. in the summer months, i don’t need much to get me outside on walks, hikes, activities, but when it’s cold i start getting immobile and this contributes to grogginess and sadness. we need those endorphins! i can’t rely on myself to do yoga at home or even light stretching. i won’t go on a run with only me to motivate myself to go out in the dark or cold. so this time of year, i choose to pay for classes, a gym, yoga, boot camp, whatever strikes my fancy that season because that works for me. if i’ve invested in it, i WILL go. someone else doing the “thinking” part for me and just telling me what to do and how to move my body is 100% worth it to me during this timeframe
- years ago i did the work and spent a good amount of time in therapy to get rid of the constant negative voice and self-talk in my head. i have never gone back to letting it live in my head rent-free, but I know that if it ever creeps back in or gives me issues, i will immediately find a therapist to work on that. i can’t afford to get in the place i was mentally the last time that voice ruled my life. i barely survived. you are worth it. talk to someone, please.
- DRINK WATER. i drink around 3 litres a day, but it gets harder in the cold season because water makes me cold and i hate being cold. it is miserable. SO.....tea! The perfect excuse to drink tea! All day long I drink tea and have a cozy cup to hold in my hands and sip and feel warmed and loved but also classy and sophisticated. i have black teas and chai for the mornings and i have herbal and decaf teas for afternoons and evenings (i’m very caffeine-sensitive and won’t sleep if i drink black tea after 5pm or have chocolate after 7pm). tea is not everyone’s thing, but make sure you’ve done some research and experimenting with different styles and flavors and price ranges before you write it off totally. i keep a stash of herbal teas, peppermint, chamomile, chai, decaf chai, constant comment, earl grey (my fancy loose leaf addiction), oolong, and more. i don’t love green teas, so i skip them. i’m really digging this peach and ginger herbal tea and this double spice chai lately, both of which are cheap brands you can find in a grocery store.
- if you don’t take a multivitamin, now’s the time to start. i take my vitamins with me at breakfast, and what i take has varied throughout the years. a lot of vitamins might be overwhelming if you’re not in the habit, but once it becomes part of your routine, i have seen improvements with adding things like probiotics, fiber, and biotin to my vitamin regimen. if you’re a woman, prenatal vitamins contain a lot of wonderful things like biotin and folic acid that will snatch your hair and nail game without needing to take multiple different pills. 
- be extra forgiving with yourself on your period during these months. if you feel hopeless and lost and uncomfortable in your body, a bad period can really intensify these things and we tend to blame ourselves and get frustrated before looking inward and admitting, “oh hey, my hormones are literally at their lowest levels of the month right now. i don’t have to be so hard on myself because this isn’t something psychological that i can fix. it is my body naturally going through a cycle, and my job is to nurture myself with food and water and sleep. in a few days i will not feel this bad as my hormones rebound.” 
i believe in you, fellow SAD people! stay hopeful and warm and hydrated. it’s not your fault the earth is orbiting far away from the sun right now.
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twoidiotwriters1 ¡ 5 years ago
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Starcrossed Losers XIX (Josh Wheeler xReader)
A/N: I don’t like angst, yet it’s the only thing I’m able to add at my stories. Also, the vamps are teen-band certified. They had to be in the soundtrack of Josh’ life cause they’re as dramatic and passionate as him. I don’t exactly mean that as a compliment. We’re getting close to the end!
Words: 2,677
Warnings: None!
Previous chapter // Last chapter
I had no way to introduce the song smoothly into the plot so I’ll just attach it here.
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It’s four in the morning and the three of us are in my old room. You could say I’m miserable.
This place is even more depressing than I remembered, seriously, why there are so many pictures in my room? What was I trying to prove, that I know how to use a camera? 
Every single picture with Maya in it I took it down, even if this isn’t my room anymore, I don’t want this to remain untouched like it’s worth preserving.
I’m still awake cause I hadn’t finished Wesley’s podcast, and god I wish I hadn’t heard the end.
It got me thinking, everything is out of control right now. One moment we could be sleeping and a second bomb could drop, then none of us would know what happened.
I have been living on wasted opportunities, on ‘what ifs’ and shitty friendships cause I don’t think I’m worth it. Maybe I’m not, but the kids back at the mall are, they are this city’s future, even if that sounds crazy right now. 
I decided I’ll help them, which means I’ll have to help Eli.
I have no choice.
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Josh knew he’d fucked up big time.
When he came back after talking to Mavis, he knew that things needed to change, he was pushing people away, it was calculated at first, but now it was out of control and he had lost the only person he wanted to keep around.
It was his fault. There was no way to excuse his behavior, Y/N only wanted to keep him safe, she cared about everyone, something Josh was too self-centered to accomplish.
He regretted every word he’d ever said, to Sam and Y/N. They were good to him, trusted him. Fuck, Sam trusted him enough to sleep with him even if she knew it was his first time. 
Y/N had followed him to a mall where a psychotic killer was threatening to kill them just cause he asked for help... one thing seemed bigger than the other, but priorities shifted dramatically once the world ended, to be fair.
So when he entered the pharmacy only to find the lonely notebook laying on top of the counter, he panicked. Y/N was gone, and now he didn’t have a way to know where she was.
Unless...
Right, it was around 7pm and he had a target painted on his back, but she was worth it, more importantly, she was right.
He was going to fix his own fuck-ups, but first, he had to find Y/N.
So at 9pm, he left the mall.
He went on his skateboard, though it was loud during the night, it was also quieter than cars. He stopped at a store and took several spray cans of bright green paint, ready to start looking.
The question was, where?
Maybe Alex’s house? But he didn’t know where he lived. A house didn’t sound right, she would’ve been more careful than that, Y/N was super smart, so she’d have to be on a safe place that’s also out of any tribe’s territory.
The problem was that most of those areas were difficult to live in, they’re infested with Ghoullies or mutant things. Josh thought carefully, for Y/N, the worst choice wasn’t a Ghoullie-infested area, at least they wouldn’t be smart enough to catch her. She had to make a choice.
Josh started looking in the infested areas.
He wasn’t expecting to just find her and watch as she ran into his arms. Y/N was sick of him, she would be pissed for sure, so he was ready to get extra-roasted. 
He didn’t worry about that, what worried him, was Y/N not wanting to have anything to do with him anymore.
He’d thought things through and he knew (even before Y/N had said it) that Sam would reject him after all those months apart, he was okay with that. Sam had every right to say no.
Did it upset him a bit considering he had lost a finger for her? Yeah, but that was just life being shitty. Like Y/N said, you can always learn from your mistakes.
It’d clearly gone over Josh’s head the first time, but now it was stuck on his mind.
“I'm sorry for the way I behaved And I'm sorry that I let you down again I probably threw it at you I know Yeah I worry you didn't like me anymore”
Actually, it was Y/N L/N who was stuck in his mind in general.
The crazy things she could do, the silly short-overalls that she insisted on wearing were a nightmare, but Josh was now in love with them for the simple reason that they were hers.
He knew he overreacted when Y/N told him Sam was a jock, but it was just that the idea seemed impossible, Sam was too chill for that, she had to be against her will.
So he figured since he couldn’t fix what he had done to her months ago, the least he could do was to save her from Turbo. Afterwards they would be even, and Y/N and Josh would be finally free from any unfinished business.
He would be free to be with her without feeling guilty.
It was around 1am and his hand was starting to hurt from painting the walls on every block. He was also wasting time, what if Y/N had left the city already?
No, he needed to calm down. Y/N didn’t want to leave the city, that’s what she told him before. She was definitely here.
Where the hell was she?
“Alright, ponder,” Josh rested a hand on his knee, closing his eyes for a moment, “fuck, I need sleep...”
She wasn’t around the Ghoulie area, so the next stop was the X-Pug district. There was something about that place that could help him: Y/N’s house was in it and he still remembered how to get there. He hoped he was right.
By 4am his legs were sort of giving up, Josh forced himself to continue, he had about two more streets before he would reach her house and then maybe, if she wasn’t there, he could rest a couple hours and keep searching the next day.
There was obviously no lights on, so he whisper-yelled.
“Y/N?” He looked around to make sure he was threat-free, “Y/N?”
Josh wasn’t religious, but he felt the touch of god on his chest when a pair of shiny eyes peered over the second-floor window.
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Well, look what the bitch-wind brought to my humble home.
“Josh?” I frown, getting up from my desk chair, “What the fuck are you doing outside my house?”
“I had an epiphany”
“You had an- have you slept at all?”
“No, but I’m not crazy!” He tilts his head, “Well I did see my dad for a moment, but I think I imagined that...”
“Leave,” I say simply, “I don’t want to talk to you, I’m done.”
“I know you are”
“I won’t help you save Sam”
“I wasn’t going to ask you that.”
“What do you want?” I hiss.
“Can you... come down for a moment?”
I’m tired, but my heart is also hammering against my chest. 
He came for me, he’s here for me.
I hope I’m not wrong.
“Hold on,” I reply with a neutral expression.
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At last, he had found his savior. 
Y/N appeared at her doorstep with her arms crossed, glaring at Josh.
“So?”
“Uh, yes?” His hands were sweating profusely.
“What do you have to say to defend yourself?”
“I'm sorry that I pushed you away And I'm sorry, I couldn't give you everything And I need you just to try to understand I let you take from me it all, it's just I feel like half a man”
“I...” Josh gulped, giving one step forward, “my brain is the size of a bean”
Y/N’s frown deepened.
“Okay?”
“I have tons of issues. We said it was nice to be around each other cause we understood, we knew,” He explained slowly so the words wouldn’t get all mixed in his head, “But after a few days I watched as you evolved into this super cool version of yourself: you had this new outfit and a new identity on which you were comfortable. You got over your problems and everything just seemed to be... going so well for you.”
“So it’s my fault?” Y/N scoffed.
“No!” Josh was quick to respond, “What I’m saying is that we promised to fix our stuff, and we were supposed to find out together. I fucked up. I let you do the whole work while you fixed your own issues and I stood there on big denial, focusing on other things.”
Josh stepped closer to her, Y/N remained still.
“I know I put everything on your shoulders and let you do the work, that was such a huge dick move I can’t even pretend to have a reason for that, I just need you to know that I’m sorry. I regret all the things I said. It’s all a lie, you do know me. You know me and it scared the crap out of me. When you said Sam could be a jock my mind knew you had a good point, but I got scared”
“I’ve been scared too,” She replied harshly, “I was terrified to stay around, I was shitting my pants just thinking of what could go wrong if I decided to give in to what I really wanted.”
She looked up to the sky, maybe trying to find an answer.
“This won’t work, Josh. Not if we keep pushing each other away in our own little ways, you with your words and me... doing it literally.”
“Then... now what?”
“And now I found That I've tried, tried my best just to keep you around But the weight of the world keep on dragging me down”
“Now nothing,” Y/N’s eyes avoided his, “do your thing and I’ll do mine. Fix your issues, then maybe we’ll have a chance. You have to make up your mind, Josh. Where is your heart?”
He knew the answer to that, but it wasn’t much of a difference if Y/N didn’t know. He could live all his life like this and still not be with her because she doesn’t have a way of knowing.
How could he tell her without actually tell her, now that his words lacked truth in her eyes?
He was still thinking about it when Y/N spoke up again.
“Did you know that Triumph dethroned Turbo?”
It took him a moment to understand what she’d said.
“What?”
“We saw it this afternoon,” Y/N shook her head, “we don’t know how did he escape, but now he’s the tribe’s leader. Your wishes became reality, Sam is truly in danger”
He didn’t like the way her voice sounded in the last part, but that wasn’t important at the moment.
“You know what he’s planning to do?”
“We don’t,” Y/N shrugged, “nothing good for sure... Eli found us there, he wanted to convince me to go back and kick you out of the mall, he’ll be pleased to see you’re already out.”
Josh looked over to the window on the second floor.
“Is he in there with you?”
“Yes, so is Alex,” She stayed silent for a second, Josh saw a question forming on face, “How did you find me?”
He smiled for the first time in the day.
“The day we made our group project I took you home in my mom’s car, remember?”
“I didn’t think you’d remember,” Y/N replied honestly, “it’s been a while”
“My bean-brain can hold any information as long as it has to do with you.”
He thought he saw a glimpse of her smile for a second, it didn’t last enough.
“It’s late, you should come in and rest”
“I’m fine”
“You haven’t slept, I know,” Y/N stepped aside so he could get in, “I can see the dark circles under your stupid puppy-eyes.”
“Was that a compliment?” He teased lightly.
“Get your ass in before I feed you to the mutant pug,” She waited until he was fully seated in the living room, “for the record, I’m still upset. This does not mean you’re forgiven, and it definitely doesn’t mean I want to keep our... thing, going on, you got it?”
“I got it”
“Goodnight,” She replied, going upstairs.
“Y/N?” She looked down to where Josh was, he hadn’t moved to lay on the couch, “I promise I’ll make things right”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Let’s see how it turns out.”
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It’s morning time!
Well, it’s ‘acceptable-hour-of-the-morning-to-be-up’ time.
I wake up in my own bed, I see Alex sleeping beside me and it’s almost like we went back in time to those good days when we had sleepovers. However, we know that’s not true.
I sit on my bed and realized there’s something missing: Eli.
Thinking that maybe he woke up before us and found Josh sleeping in my living room, I get up quickly, afraid that he might have cut his throat while he was still sleeping.
I accidentally kick Alex on my way out, he wakes up in confusion, asking me if my mom’s making breakfast.
“I sure hope not,” I reply with irony, “cause she’s been dead for half a year”
“What?” He opens his eyes and looks around, suddenly coming back to the present, “Sorry, I was dreaming with-”
“The past?” I ask while I put on my converse, “I figured you were.”
“Where are you going?” He sits.
I explain to him briefly what happened last night while they were sleeping and how I’m about to check if Eli hasn’t killed Josh. Alex decides to join me and while we walk downstairs I see his little smirk.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn him, “I know what you’re thinking”
“And what am I thinking?”
“I told you so,” I huff, “like you’re some kind of wise Dr. Love”
“You know I’m right”
“He came for me, big fucking deal. He also spent six months looking for Sam, he does these things all the time, it doesn’t mean he cares”
“They not here,” Alex stops in the living room, “and there’s no blood, so we can assume they didn’t kill each other.”
I walk into the kitchen and my eyes land on the fridge, they left a note stick to it with a magnet.
“Alex?” I say, “There’s a note...”
I grab it and read it, not waiting for my friend’s reply.
‘Y/N,
Eli found me downstairs and tried to kill me. It’s alright, I told him you let me in. He was upset, he has reasons, I kicked him out of his home.
I told you I’m going to fix things, so I convinced Eli to help me get to the school safely so we can put Triumph back in a cage and the jocks (yes, Sam too) can have a better life, not one as slaves of a cannibal adult. He is also willing to let the kids stay and share the mall with him, along with Wesley, Angelica, and Ms Crumble if they decide to return. In exchange, I promised that I won’t.
Last night you asked me about where my heart is, I hope that once you leave the house, you get the answer. 
I don’t have the best taste in music according to the witch, so I can’t leave you secret messages hidden inside lyrics like you did for me on our Homecoming do-over. Still, I hope the message is readable, cause otherwise, I forced Eli to help me on a useless mission.
DON’T try to find us, we have it under control.
-Josh.’
“Y/N?” Alex calls me from the front door, “come see this...”
I put the note in my pocket and follow his voice.
“What’s...” I walk out of the house and gasp, “fucking bastard.”
In front of us, bright-green letters spell the phrase:
“IT’S WITH YOU”
It’s painted on every entrance, on the asphalt is he wrote the biggest one, his handwriting unmistakable. 
That sure answers my question.
“You know what that means?” Alex stands next to me.
"Yes," I say breathlessly, "it means we have to help Eli and Josh stop Triumph."
“Are we saving the world?” He smirks.
“We’re saving the world.”
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puckinghell ¡ 6 years ago
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What Keeps You Up At Night | Morgan Rielly
Plot: Sleeping seems impossible but what is keeping you up at night? Word count: 3088 Note: I literally dreamed this last night so that’s where my brain’s at
You’d known that it was a bad idea to drink coffee at 7pm, but you had so much work to do that you’d ignored that warning voice in your head and done it anyway. Now, you were regretting it. Really regretting it.
You sighed. It was almost midnight and you knew you were going to be up for a while. You’d finished studying, and now you were wondering what to spend the rest of your night doing. Being up in the middle of the night wasn’t foreign to you. Insomnia was a bitch, and you were all too familiar with her.
There wasn’t anything on Netflix that caught your attention and you groaned as you sunk into the pillows of the couch. You might be fully awake, but even if your brain had decided it didn’t want to go to sleep, your body was exhausted and even keeping your eyes open was a struggle. Yet you knew if you closed them, you’d just be tossing and turning all night.
You weren’t sure when it had first started. You just remembered sleeping fine, and then not sleeping at all. Maybe it had been moving to your current apartment, although the background noises of the city of Toronto didn’t bother you nearly as much as they used to. Maybe it was the stress of college, although you’d been stressed in high school too, and sleeping hadn’t been a problem back then. Maybe it was because you’d been used to sleeping with your ex boyfriend and now you were sleeping alone, even though he was an asshole and you didn’t ever want to see him again.
Whatever it was, you would do anything for it to go away.
Your phone buzzed and you knew there was really only one person who could be texting you this late. It was the only other person that would also be awake at midnight on a Tuesday. Your best friend.
You’d half-watched the Leafs game on television, had it on in the background while you were studying, only looking up when someone scored or when the commentator talked about number 44. You couldn’t help it; not watching felt like you were betraying Morgan, even though you knew he would never see it that way. Then, you’d watched his post-game interview, just like you always did.
He hadn’t looked good. It wasn’t just that they’d lost and hadn’t played so well, although the frustration was written all over Morgan’s face. No, you were more worried about the dark circles under his eyes and how his face was a little more pale than usual. So you’d texted him:
Please tell me you’re going to sleep now.
His text back was clear and you were all too familiar with the feeling that it was describing.
If I could, I would.
You’d met Morgan in a 24 hour coffee shop, on one of those nights where sleeping at all seemed out of the question. It had been 4 am and you’d decided that instead of laying in bed aimlessly staring at the ceiling until your alarm clock went off at 6, you would go get a coffee and then go to the gym. If you were awake anyway, you might as well be doing something useful.
Morgan had been there too, nursing an extra large, black ice coffee, and staring out of the window with tired eyes.
“You look exactly the way I’m feeling,” you’d told him, as you started dumping sugar into your own coffee - who liked black coffee, anyway? - and he’d laughed, and somehow you ended up talking to him until the sun was fully risen. When you left him to go to class, you’d given him your phone number.
“Next time you can’t sleep, just call me. I’ll be awake for sure,” you’d told him, and he’d called you the very next night. Ever since then, you didn’t think there had been a day where you hadn’t talked to him, even if it was just a few texts back and forth.
You wanna come over and watch a documentary? you texted him now. The affirmation came not even a minute later and you curled up beneath your blanket, waiting for him to arrive.
Watching documentaries about subjects that could not possibly be any less interesting had been one of Morgan’s ideas; he’d theorized that it would simply bore you to sleep. Sometimes, it worked, although you weren’t sure if it had a lot to do with the documentaries. You wondered if it might have more to do with the fact that you always felt less jittery, and more relaxed, when your best friend was curled up on the sofa next to you, his warm body usually wrapped around yours, his steady breathing to focus on. You wouldn’t tell him that, though.
Ten minutes later, there were three rapid knocks on the door and it opened right away.
“How many times have I told you to lock your door?” Morgan frowned, and you shrugged.
“About as many times as I told you I’m a student and there’s nothing worth stealing here.”
“I’m not worried about your stuff, I’m worried about you.” Morgan threw you something and you yelped with excitement as you realized what it was.
“Chocolate chip cookies!”
“Don’t tell our nutritionist,” he grinned, and he dropped down next to you on the couch unceremoniously. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and his hair was still wet from the shower. He looked too good to not cuddle up against, and so that’s what you did.
His arms wrapped around your body right away and he sighed contently, his breath warm against your hair.
“You look like crap,” you mumbled, and he really did; even in the dimmed lighting of your living room, he looked pale, and the circles beneath his eyes were disturbingly black.
“Jeez, thanks, Y/N,” he responded, a sarcastic undertone to his voice. “What would I do without your love?” You couldn’t help but giggle and his arm tightened around you. “It’s not fair, cause I know you’ve slept as little as I have and you still look beautiful.”
Your heart thumped in your chest but you pushed it down. You wondered, sometimes, why things between you and Morgan had never crossed the just-friends line, but you hadn’t been able to find an explanation. All you knew was that things weren’t like that between you, no matter how safe and comfortable you felt in his arms, and no matter the amount of butterflies that seemed to have a party in your stomach whenever he was close. He didn’t look at you that way. You were simply the friend he hung out with when all his other friends were asleep.
“I’m sorry about the game,” you said softly, as Morgan started looking through Netflix for a documentary to watch. You felt, more than saw, him shrug his shoulders.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s our own fault.”
You turned slightly, so you could look up at his face. His brow was frowned and his jaw was set tight. You knew he was blaming himself, knew that every little mistake he thought he’d made was currently playing in his mind on repeat, and you wished you could just take all those thoughts and throw them out of his brain, because you knew none of them were true.
“It happens to the best of them, Mo,” you whispered, and when he looked down, there was something that at least slightly resembled a smile on his face.
“How do you feel about mortgages?” he asked, and you giggled.
“Sounds exhausting.”
“Then that’s what we’ll watch.” He pressed play and his eyes fixed on your television. You knew you should also turn that way, but for just a few more seconds, you allowed yourself to stare at him, instead.
He was gorgeous. And he wasn’t yours. But just for tonight, when the rest of the world was asleep, he was.
Your brain was still foggy with sleep as a vague awareness spread through you. You were warm. Too warm.
It wasn’t just the warm sunlight on your face, annoyingly bright against your closed eyelids, it was also coming from around you. And in particular, underneath you.
You muffled a groan as you forced open your eyes, the light so bright it took a few seconds for your vision to come back to you. And that’s when you were met with your best friend’s face, so close to your own that you could touch his nose with yours if you just moved forward an inch. His arms were wrapped tightly around your body, and somehow, his hands had slipped underneath your hoodie and were now resting on the bare skin of your lower back.
You wouldn’t say you minded, per se.
There was a blanket covering you and you had no idea where it came from or how Morgan had managed to pull it over you without waking you up, but somehow he had, and it was tangled with your legs and his and you weren’t even really sure which leg was yours, let alone how to get out of this without waking Morgan up.
Because you should get out of this. 
You fell asleep on the couch together pretty regularly, but you always woke up on your own side, the most contact there ever had been between you two when Morgan had wrapped his hand around your ankle one time. But, although you understood this wasn’t exactly the way friends were supposed to sleep, you weren’t so sure if you could physically force yourself to wiggle out of his embrace.
Even if you were way too hot.
Giving yourself a few minutes to convince yourself, your eyes traveled over his face. He looked peaceful, asleep like that, his long eyelashes resting against the skin beneath his eyes, skin that was still colored too dark, but seemed a little less black than yesterday, and his hair a mess. His breathing was steady and slow and you swore your own heartbeat slowed down as you focused on it.
You really should be getting up.
Slowly, you untangled your legs from his, but as you started to push yourself away from him, something that sounded an awful lot like “no” fell from Morgan’s lips and he turned onto his back. But because his arms were still around you, he took you with him and you fell against his chest, your face ending up in the crook of his neck.
“Hmm, okay,” he muttered, and his breathing steadied again. You were pretty sure he hadn’t actually been awake, but apparently his unconscious had decided you weren’t allowed to leave. And who were you to argue with Morgan’s unconscious?
You laid there for a while, completely content with watching Morgan sleep - yes, you realized it was creepy, but he never had to find out - until another problem appeared.
You had to pee.
This time, Morgan’s unconscious would have to just let you go, because there was no way you could hold it much longer, especially with Morgan’s heavy arm draped across your stomach like that. So once again, you started the task of untangling yourself from his grip.
But Morgan was a big, strong hockey player, and you hadn’t been to the gym in weeks, so after five minutes, you had to admit defeat. There was really only one thing left to do and it wasn’t something you wanted to do.
“Mo,” you whispered softly, tracing your finger along his jaw. “Mo, wake up.” He stirred, his nose crinkling, and then his face softened again. He was still out. “Morgan!” you said a little louder, as you pushed yourself up from his body. “Let me go.”
“Never.” His voice was rough and laced with sleep and so, so sexy, that you almost groaned out loud. Then, his eyes opened, the familiar blue locking with yours. “Hey.”
“Hey,” you smiled. “Good morning.”
“That’s something I didn’t think I would hear,” he mumbled, and you weren’t even sure if he was completely awake as his eyes closed again and he snuggled his head further into the pillow on your couch.
“Guess the mortgages worked, huh?”
He looked up again, and this time he looked a little more awake. “Maybe it was just you.”
His words hung heavy in the air. You weren’t sure if it was the morning daze or the fact that every part of your body seemed to be touching him, but you were pretty sure if you stayed here for even one more moment, you’d be unable to stop yourself from kissing him, and so you tore yourself away from him and rolled off the couch.
“Don’t get away from me too eagerly,” Morgan mused, folding his arm beneath his head, and you brought out something about needing to pee before running off to the bathroom.
When you returned, Morgan was folding the blanket you’d slept under.
“I have to go to practice,” he said, his face almost apologetic. “I’m already a little late.”
“Oh, sorry! If I realized you had practice I would’ve woken you up earlier, I would’ve set an alarm or something or…”
“You’re rambling.” He said it very matter of factly and you snapped your mouth shut. Your expression must’ve spoken volumes because he laughed and walked towards you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you into a sideways hug. 
“Thank you,” he whispered against the side of your head, and you weren’t even really sure what he was thanking you for; having him sleep over or shutting your mouth. Then he was out the door and you were left with your feelings whirling around in your brain at such speed you were pretty sure you weren’t going to sleep for at least a week to come.
Because of the decent night’s sleep you’d had, you had some energy that day, and you decided to use it to do some cleaning. With your music blaring, you danced through the house with your vacuum, and then with the duster, and finally, you ended up at the couch.
You took hold of the blanket and were met with the familiar scent of Morgan.
It wasn’t just his cologne, although that was the most prominent smell, there was also shampoo and hockey tape and just Morgan, and you sunk down onto the couch with a sigh.
God, you were so fucked.
He was supposed to be just your best friend and now you couldn’t imagine yourself ever sleeping without his body wrapped around yours and your head was spinning with the realization that you were in way deeper than you’d originally thought. 
You felt like you needed a nap, and that really was the most ironic part, you thought as you laughed bitterly to yourself.
Three rapid knocks on your door interrupted your trail of thought. Even though you’d told Morgan that you didn’t worry about leaving your door open, suddenly every time he’d told you it was dangerous seemed to replay in your head. Who would be at your door in the middle of the day?
Then it opened and you weren’t sure if you might be dreaming.
“Morgan?” You blinked, but he was still there. “What are you doing here?”
“Such a nice welcome,” he huffed, and he stepped inside, closing the door behind you.
“No, I didn’t mean…” you stopped yourself, jumping up from the sofa. “You’re just not usually here during the daytime.”
“I know.” He stared at the floor and you realized he seemed nervous; playing with his fingers, his eyes shifting back and forth between you and his feet. “I wanna change that.”
You frowned. “You wanna hang out in the daytime?”
It wasn’t that you didn’t want that; you wanted to hang out with Morgan all the time. It was just that hanging out at night had kinda become your thing, and you couldn’t help but wonder if last night had freaked him out in some way. What if he’d felt what you did, felt the closeness and the energy between you, and he’d decided that was too much and he should draw a line in the sand? What if waking up with you that close to him had repulsed him, what if…
“Yeah, I mean, no, I mean…” Morgan groaned in frustration, and then he took a step closer and suddenly he was right in front of you. Carefully, as if he was waiting for you to pull away, his hands moved to your hips and your breath hitched in your throat.
Damn body, betraying you like that.
“This morning, when I woke up…” he said softly, his eyes searching your face, although you weren’t sure what he was looking for, “I really wanted to kiss you.”
Oh.
Oh.
“I…” you started, but he shook his head, interrupting you.
“No, I need to say this. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about kissing you all day. And I know we’re just friends and maybe I’m ruining all that right now, but nothing makes me feel the way that you do, and…” Another huff. “I’m not getting this out right.”
He had no idea how right he was.
“And never sleeping isn’t so bad if it means that’s more hours that I get to spend with you,” you finished for him, and his eyes lit up with hope. “Morgan?”
“Yeah?”
“You should probably kiss me.”
“Yeah?” he asked again, but this time there was a smug tone to his voice and his hands slid to your lower back as he pulled you closer.
“Yeah,” you repeated, and then his lips were against yours. Energy surged through your body as his tongue slipped into your mouth and then suddenly he was pushing you towards your bedroom. “Mo?” you hummed against his lips, and he pulled away just far enough to look at you. “I know we don’t get much sleep, but why are we going to bed in the middle of the day?”
He laughed, knowing you’re teasing him, as his hands slipped beneath your shirt, the rough callouses on his fingertips sending sparks through your body. “Don’t worry,” he grinned. “We won’t be doing much sleeping.”
Your legs hit the edge of your bed and you let yourself fall, as Morgan carefully lowered you onto the mattress. He was pressing soft kisses against the skin of your neck and you whimpered, as he spoke again.
“From today on, I’m going to be the only thing that keeps you up at night.”
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fenthyr ¡ 5 years ago
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Hi and goodbye (Part 1) (Bucky x Reader)
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pairing: Bucky x reader
Summary: Steve approaches you to help him fight against Thanos in Wakanda. Of course you help him and there you meet Bucky again after Civil war. He’s different now. Good different.
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Ring ring.
“yeah with y/n”
“y/n,it’s Steve. Where are you we need to talk”
“I’m in New York actually. You?”
“I’ll be in New York by 7pm. You know where to meet me.”
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You were standing at the tree in the park. This is where you and Steve met for the first time. There was an attack from Loki in New York a few years back. You were fighting some of those idiots when Steve came by to help because you weren’t exactly winning. A few years later you helped him with civil war. Steve kind of saved your life and you owed him that much. There you met Sam, Clint, Scott, Wanda and Bucky. And now Steve needed your help again and you were glad he called you for this. You always want to help him, you may not see him a lot but he’s still a close friend.
“y/n, How are you?”
“Great, well you know fighting the little crimes to get some exercise.” I laughed.
“Good, it will be useful.”
“what’s going on? what can I help with?”
Steve sighted “ there is a war coming. A big one.”
“against who?”
“Thanos.” Steve said angry.
“Thanos, I’ve heard of him before but I thought it were just stories?”
“No, he is very real and he is coming for earth.” Steve looked away. “He wants to kill half the universe, but to kill half the universe he needs all of the infinity stones.”
“How do we even know were he’ll be when he comes to earth?”
“Vision has the soul stone. He will coma after him. We go to Wakanda so less innocent people will die and we will have more warriors.”
“okey, when do we leave?”
“pack your stuff we leave in an hour. I’ll meet you at the avengers facility.”
You went back to your shitty apartment and packed your stuff. You also packed your combat clothes. You got those from your family, it’s been in your family for years to wear these kind of clothing and it makes you feel warm and close to your family. It’s the only thing you have left from them.
You met Steve at the avengers facility  and saw Natasha standing there too.
“Hello Natasha” you said politely. She is a scary women you know. Don’t want to be on her bad side.
“Hey y/n, ready to go?”
“yeah, I’ve heard a lot of stories about Wakanda. But I guess people are just making some stuff up. I’m wondering witch story is true.”
“okey let’s go, we need to be there by morning.” Steve stated.
You all stepped into the jet and took of to Wakanda. The fly was boring, everyone was tense for the fight to come especially when you don’t know when it starts.
“So who will be there?” I asked
“Banner, Every warrior in Wakanda, we, Wanda, Vision and Bucky. That’s what I know for sure. I don’t know about the other guys.” Steve answered.
“you think we will make it? Or stop it?”
“I don’t know.” Natasha said worried.
We finally arrived at Wakanda. Steve went to greet Bucky. Hmm, Bucky changed. He wasn’t wearing that metal arm anymore, he looked happier too. And kind of cute. It made you happy to see him like that. His smile is so innocent and sweet. ‘I can’t believe that once he was this cold blooded killer. Of course it wasn’t him but still.’ You gave him a small nod and a little smile when he saw you. Just then Shuri walked up to you.
“Hello there, you must be y/n, Hi I am Shuri, T’challa’s little sister. Come I’ll show you your place to stay.”
“Thanks Shuri. Will you be fighting with us?”
“Of course I will. I am a warrior, you know that suit that my brother wears. Yeah I kind did the special effect with that.” “ I also make other weapons. Like Bucky’s arm, I am the one fixing it.”
“Oh”-
“hey are those you combat clothes?” Shuri asks while eying your bag.
“yeah, these kind of clothes have been in the family for a long time. It’s an honor to fight in them.”
You arrived at a little cottage. It looked nice although it was very luxurious as in the city, but I liked it better here, it was quiet and peaceful. Right across the little cottage was another one. It looked like a little farm with goats. There were some other cottages to but they were further away. All around you were trees. ‘perfect place to train’ you think.
“So I’ll leave you to it. Make yourself at home.” Shuri said happily.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Tonight there is al little feast. I’ll let someone pick you up around 8pm. And wear something fancy.” “You did bring something fancy right?” she asked
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry I packed something for every occasion.” I said laughing.
Shuri closed the door behind her and I started unpacking. I got bored and thought it would be a good idea to train a little bit. I put on some training clothes and went outside. I saw Bucky and Steve talking with T’challa while Bucky was throwing some straw on a pile. They looked serious, I guess they were discussing the battle. I walked to the forest and looked for a death tree. I know fighting a person instead of a tree would be way more useful. But I can’t just ask people I don’t know to fight me. Or at least I think it’s weird. after some running and jumping around to warm up I focus on the tree. First the basics of course. Slicing the tree at both sides with a knife. After that I take my sword. Attacking the tree until it’s barely standing. Suddenly I hear a noise behind me. I take my bow and aim at the place where the sound came from.
“who’s there?”
Bucky came out of the shadow with raised hands.
“wow Don’t worry it’s just me. I saw you running into the forest and thought I would check on you.” He said with a little grin.
“you should know never to sneak up on people who are training and expecting a fricking war any second now.” I said jokingly while putting my bow down.
Bucky just laughed. “ your pretty good with knives you know. But training with a tree? I don’t think that very useful. They don’t exactly defend themselves.”
“I know but it’s better than nothing.”
“you should train with me and Steve tomorrow, we’re going to train hand to hand combat.”
“yeah, just tell me when and where.”
“I’ll pick you up at 9 am, just be ready.”
“okey” I smiled at him and he stepped away.
Okey I have to admit that I maybe kind of really like the guy. Last time I saw him he was so cold and now he is so happy. It instantly makes me happy too. Oh, and those eyes I could drown in those eyes. And then we haven’t talked about that ass. I stood there for 10 minutes or so just dreaming about the guy until I realized I needed to go shower and get ready for the party tonight.
you are so happy that they prepared a music instillation in the cottage. I know right who thought a cottage could have a music instillation in every freaking room. I put some of my favorite song in the playlist and turn the music on before I go to take a shower. I walk into the bathroom and take in the sight of a beautiful modern but still cozy bathroom. ‘This place is way better than that apartment.’ I cleaned myself up and went to the closet. “Okey what to wear?” you had this beautiful dress that you wore when you had a mission at a party. ‘well I did look good in that dress?’ ‘outfit chosen.’ Once the dress was on you did your hair and make-up.
Knock, Knock.
‘Oh no, of course I need to start stressing right now. I don’t even know who came to pick me up.’
I walked to the door and opened it to see a very handsome Bucky open the door. He had his hair half up an was wearing a black suit. God he looked great. Bucky cleared his throat and I caught myself staring.
“So, you ready to go?”
“Yeah, Totally ready” I answered with a smile.
We hooked our arms together and walked to T’challa’s place. Bucky greeted Steve, T’challa and Bruce while I want to greet Natasha, Wanda and Shuri.
“Hey y/n, we haven’t seen you all day where were you?” Natasha asked.
“Oh, well you know preparing for the fight of our lives you know how it goes.” I said jokingly
“oh, I love this song” Wanda said while giving you a glass of champagne. And ran to the dance floor. She turned around and motioned us to follow her. Nat, Shuri and I Shared a look and followed Wanda into the crowed. Nat looked over your shoulder and smiled, you wanted to turn around but Nat kept you in place.
“Don’t look now but I think someone likes you.” She said with a grin
“oh come on Nat at least tell me who it is.”
“don’t worry you’ll know soon enough.” She took another sip from her drink while looking you directly in the eyes. You just looked back confused cause you had no idea what she was planning. Wanda and Shuri must have noticed Nat’s sudden change and already knew why too.
“Okey Girls what’s going on?” I asked kind of scared.
“oh nothing don’t worry about it.” Wanda answers.
Shuri just stood there with a smile on her face. They are definitely up to something.
After some dancing and ignoring The girls Glances and grins you start feeling tired. You did drink some more than you intended but that’s definitely Nat’s fault she kept giving you more drinks and did not give up until you drank it so you just went with it.
“Hey, I loved this evening but I think I’ll head to bed now. I have an early training session with Steve and Buck tomorrow so. See ya later girls” I said tired and maybe a little to exited about the Bucky part.
“Okey bye y/n sleep tight!” they yelled drunkly.
Natasha’s POV
“Okey tomorrow she has a training session whit Buck and Steve. Now there is one problem.” Nat said
“Steve.” Shuri and Wanda said in unision.
“I’llmake sure he won’t make it. You two go talk to bucky. It will only work better if we get the two alone as much as possible” Nat winked
Nat walked over to Steve when she saw him sitting alone.
Your POV
You were walking to you cottage. Well a little bit slower than normally cause you know alcohol. When you heard someone call your name. you turned around and saw Bucky running up to you.
“Hey y/n, leaving already?”
“Well lets see its 2 am and we got training at 9 so yeah. Plus Nat, Wanda and Shuri were feeding me alcohol like I would die if I didn’t have a drink every 2 minutes.”
“that’s what they do to new members of the group you know. It’s like their kind of ritual. The’ll be teasing you about a lot more the next days.”
“what did they do to you?” you asked thinking about how Bucky would be when he is drunk.
“I’m a lucky one they didn’t tease me. That’s probably because of the whole fight between Steve and Tony and the things with Hyrda.”
“So they haven’t teased you yet.” You said thinking out loud
“yet? I don’t think they will. You know I think they are secretly scared of me.” He fake whispered.
“Hahaha, Natasha, scared, of you. Hahaha Don’t make me laugh.”
“What it could.”
“Thanks Bucky, for walking me back. See you at 9 in the morning right?”
“yeah see ya y/n”
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End part 1
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lefandomimagines ¡ 6 years ago
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take care | boh rhap! brian may x reader
Pairing: Boh Rhap!Brian May x Reader
Word Count: 1835
Request: Could I please please please request a BoRhap x reader fic that’s super angsty and fluffy at the end? Maybe the reader is dating one of the boys and they’re mad at her for seeming distant so she tries to be there 24/7 but ends up passing out in the studio and then they feel bad? Basically just all of the angst and the all of the fluff.
Warning: mentions of fainting/hospitals
A/N: Thank you so much for all of your love & kind feedback for my last Boh Rhap Fic & first post back after a long while, it means a lot 💖 Please keep the requests coming!
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The past month or so had been a pretty intense time for both queen and yours and Brian’s relationship. The band was under a great deal of pressure from both the label and their fans to release new music and fast. This meant that most of the time you spent with Brian was also spent with Freddie, John and Roger along with dozens of other employees of the studio where you worked. Not only had the huge workload increase put a strain on your relationship, but it had put quite the strain on your own health. Your boss, who was known for being quite overbearing, was pretty much constantly down your neck to get things done in inhuman amounts of time; it didn’t help that half of your colleagues were constantly slacking off and leaving the bulk of the work to you. That was all on top of your ridiculous flatmates being absolute nightmares with not cleaning up literally ever or not covering their side of the bills. You hated to be a burden on anybody though, so allowed it all to just bottle up and be shoved to the back of your mind in the hopes that it would all just go away eventually.
“Y/N...Y/N!” Brian’s voice suddenly broke you out of your daze, you took in a sharp intake of breath, leaping into action.
“Sorry.” You apologised, rubbing your eyes with your hands in an attempt to make yourself a little more alert “Let’s go again from the second verse.”
You let out a heavy sigh as you pressed the record switch, jumping a little as the loud instruments suddenly kicked in.
Brian’s brows furrowed slightly as he looked up at you in the booth, sat in a total daze.
As you sorted the final touches to the track they had been working on that day, Brian made his way into the small booth you spent many hours of your life holed up in.
“Hey, Y/N. We’re going out for drinks tonight to celebrate Miami signing on as our manager. You in?” Brian spoke hopefully as you rushed around the booth gathering your things together.
“I’d love to Bri, but tonight isn’t really the best time.” You replied sadly with a sigh; you wanted more than anything to join them all, but your boss had decided it would be a great idea to put you on a double shift so you were stuck working through the whole night with some student band wanting to be the next Queen.
“You said that last time...and about seven times before that. I feel like I barely see you anymore” Brian sighed in defeat.
“I know Bri, i’m sorry, I just can’t right now.”
With that closing statement, you scooped up all of your possessions into your backpack, standing up on your tip-toes to give Brian a quick kiss on the cheek as you walked past to exit the booth.
That night had been absolutely torture for you, after being in the studio with Queen from 9am-7pm you ended up with the student band from 9pm till 3am meaning you didn’t make it home until gone four in the morning. Brian’s statement about the distance between the two of you had been playing around in your head all night; of course you felt awful that you had to do it to him, but your job was your lifeline and you couldn’t put that at risk, sometimes he did tend to forget that you were just a regular person, not a worldwide famous rockstar absolutely rolling in cash. You had another studio session with the lads at 9am the following morning, so you tried to make an effort to wake up a little earlier to run down to the coffee shop by the recording studio. Of course you had to grab yourself a triple espresso or you’d never make it even to the afternoon running on three hours of sleep (which wasn’t exactly a rarity these days); but you made sure to grab Brian’s favourite coffee and a slice of his favourite cake which he would constantly rave about to no end.
You made it to the studio for ten to nine, setting down your things in the booth only moments before John arrived with an unsurprisingly hungover Roger, that man really did not understand the meaning of ‘just a couple of drinks’. Brian arrived not long after looking pretty glum, a slightly shocked look on his face as he noticed the coffee and cake sitting on the drum stand by his guitar.
“Just a little token of my love.” You smiled, a weight lifting off of your shoulders as a smile broke out on Brian’s lips as he pulled you into a tight hug.
“I mentioned this cake like once in front of you, how did you remember?” He chuckled
“Bri, you talk about it literally everyday. You actually never shut up about it.” You laughed in response, both John and Roger shouting in agreement with you.
Your conversation was cut short by Freddie bursting through the door at quarter past nine.
“Punctual as ever Mr Mercury.” You called out on your way into your booth, earning you a round of chuckles from Brian, John and Roger.
“Looking awake and chirpy as ever.” Freddie shot back with a knowing look. He had certainly noticed the amount of makeup you caked over your dark circles every day, how your hands shook more violently than an earthquake because you were practically living off of espressos and how you constantly zoned out of what was going on.
Taking a sharp intake of breath, you pressed down on the microphone button “Okay guys, Another One Bites The Dust from the beginning for me.”
By the time lunch came around it felt as if there were a literal ten story building on your shoulders and weights on your eyelids. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep up the perky, happy go lucky act, bouncing around with Freddie as he sang and generally having a laugh with everyone.
“You seem a lot different today.” Brian commented with a smile, wrapping his arms around your body from behind you.
“Only the best for my favourite guy.” You spoke softly with a sad sort of smile that Brian was completely clueless to. “So, drinks tonight? First round is on me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Roger called out, far too enthusiastically as he rushed to gather his things with Freddie hot on his heels and John just chuckling half in disappointment half in amusement. Honestly, you would need a miracle to make it through the night with the state you were currently in.
Everyone eventually finished gathering their things and after a quick change of clothes (barr Freddie because he was always runway ready) you were all ready to head off.
“One sec guys, I just need to grab my apartment ke-” You turned to reach out for your key on the table beside you as the world suddenly began to spin, your boyfriend and three friends soon becoming colourful blurs. The last thing you heard was Brian calling out your name as you stumbled for a moment before everything went entirely black, Brian only just managing to catch you in his arms before you could hit the ground.
Quite a few hours had passed before you eventually came to, you could feel a light pressure on your right hand before you fully awoke. As your eyes eventually fluttered open, you noticed that the pressure you felt was Brian holding onto your hand as if you were about to fly off, a deep look of concern his face. His face was honestly whiter than the walls of the hospital room you found yourself in.
“Y/N, thank heavens.” Brian sighed in relief, squeezing your hand lightly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.
“How on Earth did I get here?” You questioned, your voice hoarse.
“We were in the studio about to go out when you just started stumbling everywhere and hit the ground. The doctor said it was from exhaustion, that you’re seriously dehydrated and malnourished. What’s been going on?” He spoke, concern lacing his tone.
You sighed heavily, playing with the blanket that lay over your body as you attempted to form an answer.
“Things have just been really tough lately. My boss is constantly down my neck to get things done in impossible timeframes, i’m stuck working with a team that but about 20% effort in so i’m having to run around after them too and my flatmate is being an absolute nightmare with her side of the bills so I’ve been working the night shift too every night for the last three weeks. I guess all thought of self care kind of drifted from my mind.” You replied, a look on your face similar to that of a young child getting a scolding from their mother.
As you looked up at Brain, your heart broke at the look of sadness and guilt on his face, tears pooling in his eyes.
“Y/N, i’m so sorry. It’s all my fault you’re here now, I pushed you too far, I was selfish and an idiot, not realising what you’re going through right now.” He spoke rushingly, running his free hand through his curly mop.
“Bri-no, please don’t feel guilty this isn’t in any way your fault. It’s only mine, I should’ve said something when things started to pile up on me, you shouldn’t have to be running around after me to make sure i’m okay twenty four seven.”
“But that’s what good boyfriends do, I’m meant to take care of you and help you when things aren’t going to plan.”
“And you do Bri, you do so many incredible things for me and I genuinely cannot think of anyone else I would rather be with in this entire world than you.”
A smile soon broke through the look of sadness on Brian’s face as you spoke.
“Just please promise me Y/N, remember to take care of yourself and come find me whenever anything starts to get too much. I don’t care whether its two in the morning or if I’m in the middle of a song on stage, if you’ve got a problem, please come find me.” He spoke softly, placing his other hand on top of your joined hands.
“And as for your ridiculous flatmate.” Brian began to speak as his hand fumbled around in his pocket, pulling out a shiny gold key, your brows furrowing in confusion as he placed it on your lap. “Come live with me, i’ve been meaning to ask you for ages but I could never work out the right time. But like they say, there’s no better time than the present. So?”
“I promise Bri.” You smiled
A huge smile flooded across your lips as you picked up the key “I would love nothing more.”
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taesbetch ¡ 7 years ago
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To Own A Hybrid P.2
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU
Summary: The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.
Word Count: 3.5k +
A/N: I should be doing my assignments right now...opps 
WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution 
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“here it is!” you chirped as you opened the door to your apartment.
“here, keeps this key” you added as you passed him the spare key happily. His movements were extremely hesitant so you made sure all your actions were big and obvious so you wouldn’t cause him any suspicious.
“I don’t need it, I’m not staying for long” he huffed as his ears flattened against his head. You tried your best not to make him uncomfortable and stare at his dark chocolate ears, but the curiosity was getting to you and you just wanted to know what they felt like.
You still weren’t a master at reading hybrid body language but by the way his head tilted upwards as he sniffed the place and his tail wagged side to side you could tell he was happy enough to have a place to sleep.
“it’s not a huge place so you should be able to find your way around, feel free to take a shower and relax while I make dinner. Your room is just through that door there” you said as you pointed to the door.
“you mean my temporary room” he corrected with an attitude.
You let out a chuckle before nodding your head and raising your hands in defeat.
“right, my bad” you stated.
It was getting closer towards 7pm which meant your stomachs growls were getting more intense. You were almost positive the hybrid currently roaming your apartment wouldn’t mind what you made as long as it was editable so you decided to go with some basic pasta.
As you chopped mince you started thinking about this being a long-term arrangement.
He was already insured, he has nowhere else to go and you were sure Namjoon would help you with anything you didn’t understand. Sure, the hybrid was mildly rude but you could get used to that…
You excitedly finished cooking your spaghetti with a small happy dance before grabbing two plates and dishing out the meal.
“JUNG-“ you started to yell but as soon as you whipped around you saw him staring at what would have been your back with his arms crossed over his chest.
You let out a small shriek of surprise before clinging your chest and breathing out in relief.
“Jesus Christ” you whispered to yourself as you grabbed the two plates and made your way over to the dinner table, not hearing any form of apology from your new roommate.
“I hope you like spaghetti” you smiled as you sat down and dug into your much-awaited meal.
Jungkook slowly sat down as he sniffed out the meal, probably looking for poison. His eyes narrowed as the swapped between the plate of food in front of him and you.
As you tried to slurp the strands of spaghetti into your mouth you rolled your eyes at his caution.
When he concluded that it was safe to consume, you watched in awe as he shoved the spaghetti into his mouth, letting out small groans of delight every now and then.
“Careful, you’ll get indigestion if you eat too fast” you commented as he continued to stuff his mouth.
He didn’t stop his feast or snap back like he usually did, his eyes just clicked to yours portraying one simple message…
‘shut up, I’m hungry’
You laughed wholeheartedly before continuing to eat your meal.
“did you shower?” you asked as you noticed he was wearing the same clothes as before.
He shook his head before briefly stopping his eating.
“I don’t have other clothes” he said bluntly before getting up and going to get some more food.
You sat there like an idiot. Of course, he doesn’t, he literally walked through your door with nothing but himself.
“oh! I think I have something for you!” you said remembering your friend had sent you some clothes because his washing machine had broken down, not your fault he had never returned to collect them.
You quickly ran into your room and shuffled through your draws before finally pulling out some underwear, a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
“here! This will have to do for now if that’s okay” you said as you folded the clothes and placed them next to him.
He looked at the clothes before looking back down at his dish of spaghetti.
“this isn’t permanent” he whispered softly as his ears slowly flattened against his head and his lip quivered a little bit.
You sat in silence as you watched him continue to shove food in his mouth, however, the atmosphere had changed. A coat of despair and loneliness placed itself over the pair of you.
You were uncertain if it was a statement or a question; you thought carefully about if you should reply or change the subject completely.
As you brain buzzed with a thousand different options and routes you didn’t notice Jungkook giving your apartment a thorough scan.
“what do you do? This seems like a place a rich person would live in?” he asked in disbelief as he scanned you up and down, a look almost resubliming the statement ‘how the hell do you live here?’ covering his features.
You were about to argue with him and defend yourself against what he had just implied, but the curiosity in his eyes told you to just answer the question.
“I work at a creation company, basically all the employees there are all-rounders and are tasked to design different products concerning whatever is trendy that month” you shrugged.
It was a pretty cool job. You had good pay and a diverse range of hours, it was nice.
“so why are you alone?” he asked bluntly.
You gaped at him in confusion. The question could mean a whole range of different things, you just didn’t know which one.  
“as in where is your significant other? Your bae? Your boo? Your one and-“he started with an antagonizing voice.
“I don’t have one” you cut in as you rolled your eyes and walked your dirty plate over to the sink.
The hybrid silenced as you ran your plate under the Luke warm water. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have a boyfriend, or that you couldn’t get one. It just wasn’t the right time…
“then who’s that?” Jungkook asked as he pointed towards a picture frame, carefully seated on your draw.
Your heartbeat increased as you recognized the devilish smile that had once captured your heart.
You gulped before trying to hide your now watering eyes. “someone I used to know” you spoke softly as memories of your previous relationship flooded your mind.
You had met him in what you thought was a café; never judge a book by its cover because what had looked like a café turned out to be a strip club…this should have been your first warning sign when he had approached you.
He had told you he owned a cafĂŠ, a real one and that you should go sometime. What eventually turned into a date was a set up for many more to come; soon turning into a relationship.
It had been a year and a half when you found out what you did. When you found out who he really was…Mark…someone who had stolen your heart and crushed it like the dick of a human being he was.
You shook off the feeling of heartbreak and turned your attention to the hybrid still stuffing food in his mouth.
“I think you’ve eaten the whole pot” you chuckled as you cleaned up the area around you.
Jungkook hummed in confirmation before dragging his body up off of the chair and cradling his belly in his hand. As he rubbed it comfortingly he released a small whine of pain yet relief.
“I feel so bloated” he whined as he passed you his plate.
“go shower and then you can sleep for as long as you want to” you smiled before resuming with the dishes.
Jungkook stood there in silence for a minute before swerving on his heels and shuffling his way to the bathroom.
“Goodnight!” you yelled out before hearing the door to the bathroom close.
Quickly finishing up the dishes you decided to finish your superhero marathon that you started a couple nights ago. You had the day off tomorrow so you had allllll nightttttt.
The iron man movie played as you dug your hand into a bag of Doritos.
as you listened to the sound of shower water pouring to the floor you took the chance to quickly wipe out your phone and search up more information about hybrids.
‘how to read hybrid body language’
You stared at your phone intensely as multiple sources popped up on our screen.
One article caught your eye.
‘when a cat hybrid has been abandoned and or abused the said hybrid will shy away from touches of strangers or people they don’t trust yet-‘
“what are you doing?”
You let out what would be the second shriek today as you chucked your phone down to the floor in panic.
You quickly turned around to Jungkook who was looking towards the T.v paying you no attention.
“err..just watching iron man” you stated as you tried to calm your beating heart “weren’t you going to bed?” you asked as you picked up your phone, checking it for cracks.
“I can’t sleep when I can hear you obnoxious crunching from miles away” he spoke as his eyes stayed glued to the flashing light of the T.v
“do you wanna watch with me?” you asked ignoring his blatantly rude comment.
Instead of answering your question he simply moved around the couch and sat across from you, his eyes still glued to the big screen.
The movie continued to entertain the two of you, Jungkook seemingly more interested in the movie than you; You swore you saw a small smile sneak its way onto his lips as tony stark dropped some mad jokes.
This was the fifth time you had watched this movie so sleep was easily taking over your body. Before you completely passed out you watched as Jungkook quietly removed the bag of chips from your failing limbs.
He’ll be excited to know there’s are two other iron man movies, but you’ll save this information for later.
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The sounds of intense alarms had your body flying off the couch.
The sudden brightness of the room had you groaning in confusion but the slight pain in your leg had you wide awake.
“ugh get off me”
You look beneath your bottom half to see jungkook’s legs entangled with yours. You had no time to question the situation as the alarm continued to blare.
The both of you quickly stumbled to your feet, drool chilling on your chin as you quickly tried to fix your bird nest hair.
Jungkook’s tired groans of annoyance could be heard evidently behind you as the two of you exited your apartment to find other residents living on your level in the hallway.
“y/n! darling!”
Fuck…fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
“oh! krystal! How nice to see you” you smiled fakely as you tried your hardest to be nice.
“sorry! That alarm was my fault everybody!” she chirped before turning around to all the other guests.
While she proceeded with her sickeningly sweet apologies you took the time to look her up and down. She wore bright pink workout clothes with a white headband that screamed ‘I’m too good for you’.
“I was just baking my daily goods too send down to the children’s center” she said before flicking her perfectly straightened locks from her shoulders.
“you all know how I just love to help others!” she exclaimed as circled back around to you. Thankfully, the maintenance guy had fixed the continuous ear deafening sound.
You tried your hardest to sneakily turn around but the bitch was too quick.
“y/n! are you not going to introduce me to your new hybrid?! Oh my gosh! We can have hybrid play dates!! I already know my little BamBam would love too meet him!” she ‘epped’ excitedly as she grabbed your shoulders enthusiastically.
It was way too fucking early and you were not in the mood but at the mention of BamBam your ears perked up. You loved BamBam, he was such a little bundle of joy who also loved to bitch about his owner.
You exchanged a quick look with Jungkook before she continued to blab on.
“you’re quite the looker aren’t you! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I would love to get to know you more! Maybe I should come over later!” she said before grabbing his hand forcefully.
You watched in slow motion as Jungkook hissed lowly at her before harshly tearing his hand away from hers.
She jumped back in shock as she looked at him in disgust.
“how dare you! Y/n! control your hybrid!” she shouted as she placed her hands on her hips. Jungkook’s fists balled up before you rolled your eyes at her.
“maybe you should have asked to touch him first” you said calmly, shocking both Krystal and Jungkook.
Usually, you would avoid confrontation with Krystal but as mentioned before…it was too fucking early and you weren’t here for anything that was taking place.
“wh.. what did you just say?” she asked in confusion.
“I said. Maybe you should have had the decency to ask if you could touch him first. You don’t know him, you can’t just go around grabbing strangers. Look, it’s too early for this shit and I hope everything goes well at the children’s center but please don’t disturb my friend” you said before smiling at her softly.
You proceeded to enter your humble home, Jungkook following close behind you.
“does she come around a lot?” Jungkook asked annoyed as he ruffled his hair.
“it’s just a matter of knowing when it’s safe to leave” you replied as you plonked yourself back on the couch.
“don’t you have work today?” he asked as he sat on the couch facing you nervously.
“nope not today. Why do you wanna do something?” you stated as you stared at him.
There was a Hugh elephant in the room that you knew the two of you would have to address soon enough. Is he gonna stay? Or is he leaving?
The apartment was silent as the two of you stared at each intensely, neither of you knowing what to do or say.
Before you could speak your pleasant ringtone was entering your ears.
“Y/n! Quick! I need you to go to the headquarters and just disable my robot for me! Please! I know you live really close so would you do this for me?” namjoon pleaded on the other side.
You could hear the stress and struggle in his voice. Along with the begging cries for attention you could only assume were from his hybrids.
“of course, I can!” you answered as you shot up from your seat.
“I owe you one!” he said before hanging up on you.
“Alright Jungkook! We’ve got places to go and things to do!” you said enthusiastically as you bolted for the door.
“were still in our pajamas!!!”
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The two of you ran into headquarters in sweatpants and slippers but you didn’t care, this was urgent.
As you ran through the marble opening towards the elevators people stared the two of you down. Some judging, some in confusion.
“so, what do we have to do?” Jungkook asked as he admired the clear black marble. It was a beautiful office. Only the higher-ups and important people were allowed access.
You, Namjoon, Jimin and other people that worked on your floor were allowed to store your creations here and gather equipment.
“Namjoon must have been in a rush to get home and didn’t properly deactivatethis robot that he’s been working on. Who knows what it’ll do if it wakes up” you said as you tapped your foot against the ground anxiously.
“and when will it wake up?” Jungkook asked as the elevator doors opened.
As you took a step into the holding department, you were met with a pair of shining silver lights and a strong metal build.
“I’d say now” you said as fear too over your being.
“run!” you shouted as you pushed Jungkook in one direction and ran in the other.
You could feel something…you didn’t know if it was adrenaline or pure fear but you could feel the vibrations of how hard your feet were hitting the floor through your body.
The robot had long legs so you knew you wouldn’t really be able ot out run it, but the lack of sound had you praying for the best.
You hair swished in front of you face as you tried to listen out for the robotic sounds of running behind you, however, nothing could be heard.
You slowed down as you hid behind a stack of boxes and tried to catch your breath. Your heart was pounding against your chest but it was the only thing you could hear. You slowly made your way to the end of the boxes to try and see what was going on.
Slowly…
Slowly…..
Before you could peer past the boxes you felt hard mental smack against your back.
You cried out in pain as your body skid against the ground. You hissed at the feeling of your skin grazing against the solid floor before lifting your head up, your eyes meeting with the silver ones.
You quickly tried to crawl away from it as you started to walk towards you. Its movements sharp and predator like.
Giving up on your escape you simple closed your eyes and got ready for impact.
…but it never came.
At the sound out colliding metal you slowly opened your eyes too see Jungkook plunging a large plank of metal through namjoons creation.
As the robot’s eyes started to flicker off Jungkook pushed it right through with a grunt of struggle.
You sat in previous position in utter shock. It had only been a couple minutes and you had been attacked by robot and saved by your hybrid friend who you thought had run for his life as well.
Jungkook watched the robot fall to the floor before turning to you and helping you up.
“are you okay?” he asked with a hint of worry as he freed your hair from your sweaty forehead.
“yer…t-thanks for saving me” you stuttered as you tried to collect your thoughts and emotions. Fucking Namjoon, how do you forgot to tell someone that your robot is a warrior and will not hesitate to try to annihilate you.
“what do we do with it?” Jungkook asked as the two of you stared at the now pile of wrecked metal.
“let’s just leave it here…someone else will get it” you said as you started shuffling towards the door keeping close to Jungkook as you pasted the beast.
You took a mental note to personally tell namjoon that his creation was a death machine and he owed you three thousand favours just for it attacking you, not counting the emotional trauma that came with it.
The elevator ride was silent because now you had no distraction. It was time to discuss what needed to be talked about.
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You sat silently on the couch as Jungkook grabbed his belongings.
You fiddled with your pyjama shirt as he placed the clothes he borrowed from you on the counter.
“er…I’ll just be going now” he stated as his eyes locked with yours.
You stood up awkwardly before nodding your head and walking forward so you could be closer to him. You didn’t know how your next sentence would come across but you knew they were your true feelings
“I…don’t want you to go..you know you don’t have to leave, right?” you asked strongly as his hand grasped the door.
“I can’t stay” he whispered softly and you could almost hear his voice cracking.
You shifted your weight onto your other foot as you pondered what to say next.
“look, I’ll admit I have no idea about hybrids or the hybrid world. And im not going to tell you that ill be this amazing companion because I already know im going to make mistakes. But ill never hurt or belittle you. Were equals here okay? So it’s completely your decision if you want to stay or leave but just know that I’m an option. Even if you leave now and are hungry or need a bed…or maybe even if your just lonely. This will always be your home as much as it is mine” you declared nervously as you played with your hands.
Jungkook slowly dropped his hand from the door before turning back around to you, his eyes glistening with an emotion you couldn’t quite read.
“Having a hybrid is a lot of work”
“yes, I am aware”
“if you have a future partner, they probably won’t like it”
“the right one wouldn’t care”
Jungkook continued to bore into your eyes, neither of you backing down. You could tell by the way that his eyes were welling up that he wanted this.
“I can see that you want to stay” you said smiling at him teasingly, immediately brightening up the mood.
“I never said that” he replied as he crossed his arms in annoyance. You let out a chuckle of endearment before passing him the pizza hut brochure.
“pick what you want and ill order it for lunch, I think I’m just gonna stay in pajama’s”, you said before yawning and stretching out your arms.
“I’m not your hybrid…alright, I’m just living with you” he said shyly as he looked down at the different options of pizza.
You gave him a warm smile before nodding your head in agreement
“I wouldn’t have it any other way”
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angelicdemonx13-blog ¡ 4 years ago
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My n Nana’s story long version
Most of the things in my life I only explain ever once in a while, when i’m ready because in transitioning from young adult to adult we sometimes feel like we need to prove things or defend our choices or actions. When we don’t. There are very few ppl that are entitled to information or have your best interest at heart. The fact that they are trying t force information out of u, manipulating, n making u feel bad for nothing u did wrong, for information that is none of their business, shows that.
I’ve even had some doctors be insensitive, u know ppl u think know better, or would have more tact or care. ““I have a fur baby” “ehhh that’s not the same really”  
I came home from deployment n got a truck, my first rented home, n I went to get my dog oreo who had been boarded all deployment. I had paid throughout deployment, but even returning it’s a costly thing. I still owed 2,000$ I paid 1,000$ til I could pay the rest.
Soon after that I was invited to a family mountain trip camping, and I took oreo, n she did great n had a good time, I left early for a relatives wedding and to visit a bf/ old friend of mine n brought oreo home.
Soon after that, my rented home, was not fenced n sat on a 5 lane highway. It was middle of the night early morning, 12am -5am n she was out pottying, n got a wild hair up her butt n ran across the street, no traffic. I called her, n she was on her way back across, when a black truck hit her, I don’t know what happened after that. She didn’t come t my side. N I looked fir her for days, n talked to neighbors. I didn’t find her.
I was distraught, I had recently lost my biological mother, n it hit me hard, I barely had her back.
A military friend had a puppy that they couldn’t keep, asking 400$ for her, I gave them 300$ intending t pay the rest, but that friend has never faulted me for that 100$.
A pure bred shepherd months old puppy, whose mom was a prize winning show dog n dad was a police dog.
Nana came into my life when I needed her most. N that started our journey together taking her on walks at the park. We hadn’t gotten her vaccinated yet cuz we just hadn’t gotten to it yet. She got parvo.
Again I just lost my biological mom, that I don’t feel like I got enough time t get my shit together so I could spend more time with her, oreo was gone,n now my saving grace was about t b taken too. Dogs surviving parvo is slim.
But I cleaned n sanitized, figured out what it was, n one evening decided to take her to the emergency animal hospital, bleeding all over the back seat of my truck, sat for hours for them t tell me they were keeping her over night, n sending meds home, for maybe...n it would  cost 600$.
I didn’t have pet insurance, I paid the 600$, n went home n waited. I came t get her the next day. Brought her home with meds. N continued to clean n sanitize, n crush up her pills in water t get them down her throat with a syringe, n keep water in her with the syringe.
n she lived. She is such a fighter.
Potty n poop accidents, trying t train her t potty, her eating everything because she thinks she’s a goat, the fire mantel bottom bricking, the side of doors like cribbing, she ate my chair, like ppl had reapolstered it, n she ripped the back out n chewed on the old wood, the metal brackets, n there was even a sowing needle that fell out, thank goodness I got it before she tried t eat that, her being afraid of a feather, because she’s not ok with anything, until she can put it in her mouth. She has ruined, eaten, or broken cuz of her energy tons of special things t me, but that’s just stuff n she’s a living breathing, once ever thing that I only got a number of days with.
Soon after that, I lost my home. N that started me n her bouncing around from relatives n friends, areas I could keep her, trying t get on my feet. A pampered expensive dog went from nice surroundings to areas where it’s outside encloses that I come every couple of days to feed her n exercise her. N I know she thought she did something wrong, but I kept coming back. Long nights n hours in her crate bouncing around.
Her taring up other ppls stuff, that were helping us out. During my stay in transitional housing, in advocating for emotional support animals and educating, it’s a fight. My first peer support counselor, which is the person who is supposed to help u find housing prospects, n drive u there n help you navigate the rental interview process, did not want to back me up on my pet needs. He told me a story about his son having a shepherd n loving the dog n training it n they moved n had to shelter the dog, n tore his son up n decided they could keep it, but by the time they did, the dog had been homed.....so his story was that, it’s a nice breed it will go fast....sure she looks like a nice dog, but with her behavioral issues early, I knew ppl would not anticipate how much care she needs and she would bounce around n b in danger. With that in mind, here specific needs, the fact that I’ve invest money, time, n care into this animal, makes me the right care taker.
At a relatives house, I was trained her and taking long walks into downtown, taking her into post offices to teach her to sit quietly. N we had just come from a walk down town in my truck, I thought I had tired out n she usually did good with staying in a home yard but once in a while she’d get a wild hair up her butt, n run off, n she did that this night. She bolted off n I went after her calling her, n the same thing only in reverse. I heard her. I heard her get hit, I didn’t see it, and I found her. I picked her up a good size shepherd at 3-4 yrs. old. N carried her across a field as far as I could. N almost out of the field I put her down n told her ur gonna have t walk n she walked the rest of the way to the shed I was keeping her in. My cousin, a nurse, helped me get the bleeding t stop, n bandage her n give her meds. She does not like t stay down, it wasn’t long before she was back up n seemingly walking like normal, n I didn’t think anything was wrong.
We wouldn’t take quit as long walks and at her pace.
After this, when Nana n I were living in the trailer, before transitional housing, I noticed after our long walks, that here leg would be tender n ginger. She started getting red hairless areas that she chewed that no matter what I did,changing her food, put on it, I didn’t know what it was or what t do. But we were getting whatever food we could at that time too. It was during this time, a really low point, that anything I did was for her. I got up n dud stuff for her, I stayed positive fir her, I went t work no matter what was going on to provide for her, I stayed healthy n fit with n for her. I was in this position b/c any affordable housing option in this area either didn’t allow dogs, or didn’t allow her breed. N I, have no children, I’m a adult can fend fir myself. She’s a responsibility that I said yes to. I would rather live in a tent with my dog than not with her. Whatever food I had, she’s getting some. If we had McDonald’s, she’s either getting half of burger or she’s getting nuggets n water. No electricity, some running water but no hot water, we had heat, n food. N I could go t a near friends house to shower, wash clothes n bring back water n food for her. I worked a lot n she would b coupled up in the trailer fir 8 hrs at a time not using bathroom n no safe large area fir her t play n run. I would come let her out fir a bit n put right back, or I worked 7pm -closing shift n I’d bring her in my truck, windows down, dark evening, with water in a bowl n her food or treats for the evening. So after work, I could take her t a near by park which was still across town, to let her run n exercise, b/c no safe area at our trailer park. Before going home, eating something, washing up, n bed. N us sleeping, letting her out real quick, n after work was all the time we got together.
Soon after this, I decided to do something to get in a better position to care for both me n her. I put her in Guardian Angels for soldiers pets, so I could come to Charlotte n get on my feet. Everything that I did staying focused, completing it as quickly as I did, was motivated by wanting to get situated to get her back. It was in this n her intake vet exam that I found out the red spots were her being allergic t gluten, I also found out that her leg had grown it was a bit dislocated, n some muscle had grown between to pinch, but there wasn’t much to do about it at this point. She runs n does like normal but it needs t b rested some, n t watch her. 
All these factors, along with I don’t like to be away from her for extended amounts of time, anything is better if she can be there. I do pay attention to her, I take information about her seriously. She is a investment, she is a support system that is always here. She isn’t 9-5. She makes me smile even recently when I’m crying, she laid in the cold with me at my lowest point heating me. She is not optional. This is why I fight for animals, for animal support. I get it if your not as committed as I am, it takes a certain type of person to advocate constantly. But my dog is worth it. 
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mythoughtskeepmeup-blog ¡ 7 years ago
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I was the other woman...
You hear about the stories all the time. A man cheated on his girlfriend. She tells her friends the minute she finds out and they all tell her she can do better, he’s a jerk, they’ll have a girls night to forget him, etc. What they also do is blame the “mistress” if you will. They’ll call her a slut, say she’s probably ugly and he just knew she was easy. That she has low self-esteem and knew the entire time. I’m 23, work at the front desk of a waxing center, want to be a therapist someday, and had no idea I was the “side chick”. I had matched with this guy on Tinder he seemed cute and funny. Had the usual look...dark hair you could run your fingers through, bright eyes that starred into your soul, tattoos that told stories, tall, and mysterious. The first time we met was after a day or two of texting/talking on the phone for hours. We talked about random things, our interests, what we did for a living, our majors in college, it was a nice change of pace to talk to someone as outgoing as myself. I felt that we had this weird chemistry even after a few days. The night we met was brief as we were going on a double date with my roommate the following night. He came over and immediately we greeted each other with a big hug as if we knew each other for ages. He met my roommate before she left for dinner and then we were alone. We talked a bit, watched some YouTube videos on my tv and then I walked him to his ancient white pickup truck. We flirted, hugged, and then started to make out. The kiss was amazing and I believed him when he told me how incredible I was. We kept kissing and talking for another hour before he finally left. I walked away smiling because to me it was nice to meet a guy who didn’t just want to come over late at night to fuck. No he wanted to know me and thought I was this adorable, charming, intelligent woman. The following day we texted how excited we were to see each other and kiss and cuddle. I told myself and him that I wanted to take things slow and he respected that, which only made me want to have sex with him. It was his kindness and respect for me that made me want to throw out my newly set rules. I have a long history of horrible relationships. Every guy has just let me down and left me crying alone in my room late at night feeling like a teen from a 90s movie. This time felt different. I felt giddy and safe. Sure it seems crazy as I hadn’t know the guy long, but we instantly connected and had so much in common. The second night he had to cancel on the movie so I told my roommate to go without us and he and I would stay at my apartment till he had to go where ever it was he needed to be at the exact same time as the movie started. I was stupid to not think anything of it because why question this mysterious, but great guy...or so I thought. The second she left we started to make out which led to our first time having sex. It was the best sex I’ve had and apparently he’s had. He told me I was amazing in bed, that my ass was incredible especially for a white girl, that my kisses were addicting, and that I was gorgeous. After that we saw each other almost everyday. If not we were texting and talking on the phone everyday saying how we couldn’t wait to see one another. The times we did hangout it wasn’t just at night. We went hiking, to a record store, I even went to his job and met some of his coworkers. My best friend said we were so cute and to just take it slow not to rush into a relationship. He said he was bad with commitment, that his last relationship ended bad. I was somehow alright with it, except for one night when I was quite after our hike and he noticed. I didn’t tell him but inside I wanted to know why he would act so cute and coupley towards me, yet not talk about us dating seriously. As far as I knew we weren’t seeing other people but still weren’t exclusive. It was frustrating and yet I brushed it off. At this point we’d been seeing each other for 3 1/2 weeks. One day we went to Adam & Eve since I had never been. We both a pack of 3 condoms each different and he got an enhancement pill. Then we stopped at his favorite record store and back to my place. That day we had the best sex yet. He told me yet again how I was the best in bed hands down. Shit I even fucked the condom and his sock off. Who knew that’d be the last time we’d fuck. He checked the clock after which read 7pm. He said he had to go and wouldn’t tell me where. I was suspicious as he’s done this once before. Why not tell me where you’re going? Why do you like secrets? I shook it off and went to sleep. The following day we texted all morning till he stopped and didn’t text again till around 5pm. An hour after I got off work and was driving to Subway which conveniently is on the way to where he works and would be until 7. I looked for his truck while passing by and he was nowhere to be found. It surprised me because it was unlike him to not text me all day and then lie about when he got off. I came home and told my best friend. She decided to do some digging and we found his very private FB page. We did find pictures of him with his supposedly “ex” girlfriend and her FB was private too, however her cover photo was a picture of his dogs. It shocked me because what girl would have their exes dogs still set as their cover photo? I then found her instagram which reveled pictures of them, the latest being 3 months ago. Shocked and hands shaking, I screen shotted his Tinder profile plus our conversation. I then sent her a DM with the pictures asking if they were still together. She messaged back a few minutes later replying “wow yup we are”. My heart sank and I was on the verge of tears. This guy who I trusted, began to really care for, and thought was so sweet turned out to be a cheating douche. I gave her my number and we spoke on the phone. The two of them were at her parents for dinner which explains him not texting me. The sound of her heartbroken voice killed me. I hated knowing that I was the other woman, I felt sick knowing that after he’d hangout and have sex with me he’d come home and lie to his girlfriend where he was. He’d kiss me goodbye then go home to her in bed kissing her goodnight. They built a 3 years going life together and I was breaking the news to her that he was no prince. My anger was building up and I texted him “fuck you” to which he responded with a cold “thumbs up” emoji. It was and still is torture knowing that the signs were in front of me all along, but I was too stupid to realize. It explained why I had never been to his place, why he never slept over, why his phone would be on airplane mode randomly, why my contact name was ‘V’ in his phone. All the lies he told me, the damage he did, it was horrible. I added him to the sadly long list of guys names in my head that have fucked me over. To everyone she told I’d be seen as the slut. She may have told me that it’s not my fault I didn’t know but she still wanted to hate me. I would have wanted to hate me. I was the woman her man was fucking late at night while she was sleeping. I was the truth behind the lies he told her about where he’s been. To him I’m nothing but an object. He found one girl he could fuck constantly and get away with having the best of both worlds. What he didn’t know was that I’m kind, compassionate, and like all women do my research at some point unveiling the truth. So yes, I was the other woman for a time. I can tell you that not all of us are evil and out to steal your man. Many of us don’t realize he’s even taken and we’re getting played just as much as you are. Don’t just feel bad for the girlfriend, feel bad for the girl who thought she met an honest man who she could create something with until she found out he already created something with someone else. She was just a pawn in his sick game. She has feelings too.  
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Episode 19: Beasts of Burden
Ben: Annnnd welcome back! You’re listening to King Falls AM. That’s 660 on the radio dial, and if you’re just tuning in I’m here with Mr. Chet Sebastian, host of Chet’s Jazz Corner. He’s filling in for Sammy during his “mandatory vacation” *laughs sarcastically* It’s been a great, slow, laid back…misogynistic couple weeks.
Chet:  More money for the PYT’s my man. What’s good, y’all? It’s 2am and you’re hangin and bangin with your pals Chet and Ben.
Ben: Uh, alright, Chet – let’s actually give the schedule a shot this time.
Chet: Sure thing, jitterbug. I’m just happy that after tonight I can go back to my regular prowl at the Red Rock Bar. I’m not covering for your buddy’s ass anymore. No more doubles for this cat. You owe me, Sammy. And you never wanna owe Ol’ Chet…
Ben: Soooo, about that schedule?
Chet: Ease up, Benny-Cat. Workin out of those laptops and notebooks, I’d say your mojo needs a Quaalude. And if you need the real thing I know Bill Cosby’s doctor –
Ben: Uh, MOVING FORWARD. *nervous chuckle* You’ve heard our story, King Falls, tell us yours! 424-279-3858.
Chet: Yeah, what’s on your mind this evening, King Falls? Ring up Chet and Ben and let’s have a little chat about whatever’s clever.
Ben: And we’ve got some takers! Lucky Line 1.
Chet: Hey there you sexy thang, whatcha got for Ol’ Chet tonight?
Male Caller: Hey, Chet. I’ve been listening to your show –
Chet: *hangs up call* Looks like we lost ya, brother. Give us a call back soon.
Ben: Uh…
Chet: Next caller.
Male Caller: Hey, when Miles Davis was –
Chet: HEY. *hangs up again*  This ain’t the mother (censored) Jazz Corner! We ain’t talkin no music now! *sighs* Where was your ass at 11:45 when we had to play back to back Brubeck cause nobody was ringing me up? Next caller!
Ben: Chet, remember *nervous laugh* when we talked about-
Chet: NEXT. CALLER.
Emily: Hi, Chet! It’s Emily.
Chet: Mmm, mmm-hmm. That fine ass vivacious librarian. How bout you come and turn a page with Ol’ Chet, little lady?
Emily: Oh, uh, Chet…I’m fine. Um, but you are old enough to be my grandpa. So, shame on you.
Chet: Haha, old enough to know better, but still too young to care. I don’t know what you see in Ben any damn way –
Emily: See in Ben? I mean, we’re just, um – we’re friends. Good friends! Well, erm, more than that –
Ben: Hi, Emily! Hey, uh, Chet? Maybe you go grab a coffee?
Chet: Don’t be embarrassed, Ben. Real men express their feelings. They don’t bottle them up.
Ben: I’m not bottling – ugh – can I just get a minute?
Chet: I’m gonna grab a smooth black coffee, but Emily Potter…if that boy don’t know a good thing when he sees it and you get tired of the run around, just let Chet know.
Emily: Uh-huh. You’ll be the first to know, Chet. Um… also! It’s nice to see the phone lines are working when a woman calls in.
Chet: Technical difficulties.
Emily: Yeah. You might wanna get that looked at.
Ben: BYE, CHET.
Emily: *laughs* Goodnight, Chet.
Chet: Stay sassy, you sexy thang. Be right back, nephew (sounds of Chet leaving studio)
Ben: *clears throat* Hey, uh, how’re you doing?
Emily: I’m doing well! I, um, I just wanted to call in and see if you didn’t mind talking about the library opening up the west wing? After, uh…
Ben: After John Wilkes Booth attempted a Ben Arnold assassination…
Emily: Well, that, um… and President Lincoln shooting up the joint.
Ben: I don’t know why I wouldn’t wanna talk about that. Good times. Fun times.
Emily: I get it. Um, w-we don’t have to talk about that. You know I love talking to you about anything. But – uh- but seriously, this Tuesday there’s a ribbon cutting ceremony for the re-opening of the west wing of the King Falls Public Library!
Ben: You’re learning to get your plugs in, I like it! Well, I will be there this Tuesday and I’m sure the listening public will be there too.
Emily: It’s really something! I don’t know how Mell’s Spackle Shack was able to cover over ghost bullet holes, but you’d never know anything happened.
Ben: That one was free, Mell! Next time, you’re paying for advertising.
Emily: *laughs*
Ben: *laughing with her* Look – uh- look, Emily. I am- I’m really glad you called in tonight. I-I’ve been –
Emily: Oh, really?!
Ben: Y-yeah! Of course! I’m always happy to hear from you. And, uh, like I said – since I have you… on the line. Well, I was- I was just gonna bring up – ahem, ahem – the um, The Annual King Falls Valentines Dance next week. It’s coming up, and, uh…
Emily: And…and what, Ben? …Ben?
Ben:…yeah?
Emily: Uh, were you asking me to the dance?
Ben: I- it- I… mmm – yes.
Emily: Well, I would love to go with you…
Ben: That sounds like a “but” is coming… Dear God please don’t let her say “but”
Emily: … but.
Ben: Yup, yeah, yup -  that’s it… I think this is the big one. Goodbye, cruel world.
Emily: Oh, I was already asked, Ben. Months ago.
Ben: Totally get it. It’s no worries. I didn’t really wanna – wait… did you say months ago?
Emily: I did. Back in November after…
Ben: Lincoln’s Revenge, you can just- you can say it.
Emily: Well, yes, after that. Greg Frickard was really concerned about my wellbeing and he –
Ben: I get it, seriously, no need to explain, Emily.
Emily: No! No, there is a need to explain! He asked me for a professional dinner meeting on February 10th at 7pm sharp. I couldn’t exactly say I was booked up four months in advance. Even though it was a bit peculiar.
Ben: As a journalist, I would say it’s creepy and strange as all hell, but please, continue.
Emily: Well, I kind of forgot about the whole thing all together until last week when I received a dozen roses with a save-the-date invite dated for the Valentines Dance.
Ben: Which happens to be on February 10th at 7pm sharp. SON – OF – A –
Emily: I would love to go with you, Ben.
Ben: You really would?
Emily: Of course, I would! I wouldn’t want to go with anyone else in the world…
Ben: You’re gonna say “but” again! Dammit! I can feel it.
Emily: But…
Ben: But it’s real this time. Last time was a fake “but” –
Emily: As a professional woman, I feel I have to keep my word. Ugh, just a little bit of research on my part and I could’ve seen right through this “business meeting” ... It’s- it’s really my fault.
Ben: No, nothing is ever your fault. That weasely son of a (censored). I’m gonna call him! He can reschedule! This is entrapment!
Emily: It’s okay, Ben! We’ll figure this out.
Ben: That’s true. Yes, yes we will. I’ll call you in a few, Emily.
Emily: I – I really don’t think –
Ben: *call disconnects* KING FALLS, you’ve heard MY story now let’s hear yours, GREG! 424-279-3858. Give me a call at the station, GREG!
(sound of someone arriving in the studio)  
Sammy: *away from mic* So, I was eavesdropping, and uh –
Ben: Not now, Chet- Sammy?! The hell are you doing here?!
(sounds of Sammy sitting down)
Sammy: Th-that’s not important right now. Hey-hey! Do not call Greg, Ben!
Ben: Oh, you bet your ass I’m calling him! Be a man, Greg! Answer the phone!
Sammy: *disconnects line* No.
Ben: You heard what he did!
Sammy: I did, and so did everybody else. I’m sure he’ll talk about this when he’s ready, Ben. I’m sure –
Ben: Lines are lit up! Shush your mouth hole, Sammy.
Sammy: Mouth hole??
Ben: This is King Falls AM, is this Greg you piece of –
Caller: *very creepy, deep, disguised voice* Huelloooo. Is this the radio station?
(Ominous music starts)
Sammy: Yes…uh, you’re live on King Falls AM.
Caller: Live… *heavy breathing* for now…
Ben: Uh… h-h-how can we help you, sir?
Caller: Uh, more like how can I help you two.
Sammy: Who are we speaking with this evening?
Caller: That shouldn’t concern you! I’m here in peace…
Ben: Can you hold just a moment, sir? *puts call on hold*
Ben & Sammy: I don’t like this.
Sammy: You don’t like this?! Then, it’s not just me.
Ben: No! I can’t place the voice, but I’ve heard it before. Let’s just… dump him and move on.
Sammy: *sighs* That’s not the right thing to do…
Ben: Oh. Right. Cool. Hope your sense of justice is strong enough to not miss the hours upon hours of sleep we’ll miss because of this creepy -   *puts call off hold*
Caller: *as if talking to someone else* I’m telling them! Please go away! PLEEEEASE!
Sammy: Um, uh, sir? Are you still with us?
Caller: I…I have a message for you. But they…they don’t want me to tell you.
Ben: Um… who is “they”?
Caller: They! The shadow people.
Sammy: The shadow people?
Caller: Don’t say that! Nooooo. Don’t say that… it’s bad enough… They’ll kill me.
Sammy: God.
Ben: What’s the message, sir?
Caller: Dark creatures…evil, vicious creatures…lurking just beyond the darkness. Eyes glowing, red – watching, waiting…
Ben: Well, I…I shouldn’t have asked that. I should not have asked that.
Sammy: Sir, what are…what are the glowing eyes waiting for?
Caller: They’re waiting…for little ones.
Ben: I don’t like this! If we could just MIB flashy thing forget this? I would.
Caller: Don’t joke! This is not a joke. They don’t like it when you joke…
Sammy: The glowing red eyes or…the shadows?
Caller: *getting more aggressive* Ah, they told me not to tell you! AND THEY WERE RIGHT. Next time, you may not be so lucky.
Sammy: Thank you for that extremely scary and vague warning, sir.
Caller: Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Make your fun…The hiker didn’t laugh...and neither will YOU! *hangs up*
Ben: Whoaaaa, let’s just, uh *laughs nervously* turn on some lights now, Sammy. Please.
Sammy: The HIKER! That’s where we’ve heard the voice! Perdition Wood!
Ben: I’ve literally blocked out whatever you’re talking about, Sammy. There’s some things even I don’t wanna think about.
Sammy: I shoulda just stayed out. *laughs unbelievably* One extra night. One extra night would not have hurt anybody.
Ben: Dude what are you doing back? You never answered my question. You still got one night left on your… “vacation”
Sammy: Technically, I don’t. Merv’s email stated I take a two week “vacation” and he sent that at 2:08am the night after the event. Hence, why I’m here at 2:08. Take that, Merv.
Ben: Glad to have you back, buddy! Even if you won’t let me call-out that low down, frog loving, ass -(censored)
(cuts to commercial)
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(Welcome Back to 660 plays)
Ben: Dude?! Did you really just cut me off with a commercial?
Sammy: I absolutely did. You are teetering on the edge of out of control with this Emily situation!
Ben: I don’t know whether to be proud of you for learning my moves or angry.
Sammy: How bout weirded out. Billy Sherwoods Naked Yoga?!
Ben: Don’t make me think of that! From the sound of his voice I can just picture his swaying…ponytail.
Sammy: Penis.
Ben: Oh- okay, there it is. DAMMIT, Sammy!
Sammy: Can we move on please? Jesus. What’s on tab tonight, Ben?
Ben: Well, with Chet here I  haven’t really been on a schedule.
Sammy: You were ready to snap, weren’t you?
Ben: I literally go out and scream into the fuzzy pillows on Chet’s couch every commercial break.
Sammy: Oh my god! You put your face on those things?! What is wrong with you?!
Ben: NO!!!! I didn’t even think of – UGH- OH GOD. This is not a good night!
Sammy: It’ll get better…I’m sure of it. All the lines are lit up. You wanna grab a call?
Ben: *sighs* Sure thing. Uh, folks, please remember you can also contact us on twitter @KingFallsAM and @KingFallsSammy respectively, as well.
Sammy: Line 4, you’re live with Sammy and Ben.
Greg: *singing* Froggy went a courtin' and he did ride, uh-huh uh-huh. Froggy went a courtin' and he did ride, uh-huh –
Ben: Frickard!
Greg: Uh, oh…oh, hi, Ben. I’m sorry, I would’ve called earlier, but I was just doing a bit of tweezing. You know, for my big date.
Ben: CALL IT OFF, GREG.
Greg: The tweezing? Yeah, I wish I could! I left a gap like Madonna’s teeth!
Ben: Call off your “business meeting” with Emily!
Greg: Oh, yeah, yeah. No, I’m not gonna do that. Are you crazy?!
Sammy: Ben does kinda have the crazy eyes right now, Greg. I don’t think that you outta be poking this animal.
Greg: Oh, I’m not poking anything…yet.
Ben: *explodes* THAT’S IT!!! If you don’t call off this date, I’m gonna grab my coat -
Greg: *laughs* Uh-huh.
Ben: Grab my car keys –
Greg: Uh-huh. This is gettin good! You could do play-by-play sports, Ben!
Ben: And I’m gonna drive down this mountain and pull up in your driveway-
Greg: *feigning intense interest* Uh-huh, oh yeah? And then what?
Ben: I’m gonna kick your –
Sammy: GARDEN KNOMES
Ben & Greg: What?!
Sammy: You know… ev-everybody hates those little things…
Greg: Really?! I kinda like em…they’re quaint and cozy in Granny Frickard’s garden.
Ben: No! Your ass! I’m gonna kick your ass! Greg!
Greg: Now that, my friend, is uncalled for. What is it with you two and your public affairs these last few weeks? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two gents were a bunch of hooligans.
Ben: You don’t know the half of it. Call of your date, Greg.
Greg: So that is what this is all about?! Is that correct, Ben?
Ben: Oh you damn well know it!
Greg: Well, I’d love to do that, but being a man of business and of my word, I couldn’t possibly leave Emily hanging. I’m afraid her heart is set on it.
Ben: You tricked her into this months ago!
Greg: Tricked is…such as…harsh word.
Sammy: Fellas? Perhaps we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.
Greg: Let me ask you this: Does Merv approve of you guys threatening paid sponsors of the show?
Ben: I’m expecting a strongly worded e-mail and “vacation” I’m sure. CALL – IT – OFF.
Greg: Ben! I don’t understand why you’re so angry! On many occasions you’ve stated that your and Miss Potter were just friends! Is that correct?
Ben: *angrily* Uh-huh.
Greg: And being a man of gumption, and chivalry, I believe I even asked you, point blank, if you would mind me trying to go steady with the lovely book maiden.
Ben: Don’t be creepy!
Greg: Point taken…but you know I asked you!
Ben: And now I’m asking you to please drop your business meeting from the night of the Valentines Dance.
Greg: I’m a business man, Ben. Why would I give you what you obviously so desperately want…and for free? I realize you like Emily, Ben, but…I’m deeply in love with Emily Potter. I mean, I have a vision board. I’ve seen the future. We’re gonna get married, have a house, a white picket fence, a golden-doodle, 2.5 kids, and a plug in Prius!
Ben: I’m just gonna grab my coat and keys now –
Greg: Temper, temper, Ben! A man catches more beautiful librarians with honey than vinegar!
Ben: You tricked her into a date!
Greg: All’s fair in love and war, Ben. I really hope this doesn’t affect our friendship.
Ben: I just know they’re gonna play this at court hearing and what’s left of my sanity will laugh its way out of my brain.
Greg: Oh, come on now! The early frog gets the bookworm! Maybe if you’re lucky…you’ll get a wedding invite.
Sammy: Greg. Please don’t rile –
Greg: *laughs* Oh, I’m just joshin! Like Granny says, I am a complete gentleman. I won’t even post a tawdry status update. I don’t kiss and tell…
Ben: I got something you can kiss, Greg…
Greg: Enjoy the Valentine’s Day Dance, Ben…alone. Take it easy, Sammy. *hangs up*
Ben: tAkE iT eAsY… RIGHT OFF A CLIFF!
Sammy: Should you really be picking fights on air, Ben?
Ben: *incredulously* ARE YOU SERIOUS?! You had the worst boxing match of all time live on the air two weeks ago with a public official!
Sammy: It’s a “do as I say, not as I do” situation. Be a better man than me, Ben. For Emily’s sake.
Ben…Dammit. Can we just…take another caller so I can try to calm down?
Sammy: You don’t wanna go scream into one of Chet’s fuzzy pillows?
Ben: DEAR GOD PLEASE don’t ever bring that up again…wait, where the hell is Chet? He was just gonna get a coffee.
Sammy: I saw him leaving in his Cadi when I pulled up. I’m pretty sure by coffee he meant Hennessey with a side of lot lizard.
Ben: I don’t know what’s worse… the fuzzy pillows or the thought of that.
Sammy: *chuckles* Welcome to King Falls AM, you’re live.
(sounds of crickets chirping and dogs barking in the background)
Archie: AM I EVER…
Sammy: Is this…
Archie: Archie Simmons, fellas! You know the drill!
Sammy: Hey, Archie! Long time no talk! How’re you doin?!
Ben: How’s Princess Von Bark Tooth, Archie?
Archie: Wouldn’t ya know? This is exactly why I’m callin you this very instant! The Princess is in labor!
Ben: Right now?! On air?
Archie: You know we do things big at the Pomchie Palace. I wanted Princess Von Bark Tooth to be the first live on the air broadcast of Holy Puppies!
Sammy: I’m sorry, this really doesn’t sound like a good idea. It actually sounds like the exact opposite of a good idea, Archie.
Archie: Oh, don’t be a sassy Sally! It’s like a royal wedding or something! This will be a rating extravaganza for yall!
Ben: Hang on a second, are you still trying to say that Jack-in-the-Box Jesus is… you know-
Archie: The father of Princess Von Bark Tooth’s bundle of joy! You better believe it, Ben Arnold! I told ya I saw the J-Man just a humpin and pumpin –
Ben: Archie! Jeez- tonight is not the night…don’t push it!
Archie: Touchy… but you know I truly believe that the King of Kings is gonna be the Princess’ baby’s daddy!
Sammy: That was months ago! This was months ago, right? How long are dogs usually pregnant?
Archie: Thus further proof of my point, fellas! We usually have a bundle of bitches a few months after the doggy deed is done, but the Princess has been cookin these little buns in her oven for the longest damn time. This is special! This is a miracle! This is –
Ben: Bull (censored)
Archie: Ben Arnold! What has gotten into you?! Would you tell Mary and Joseph off right before little 7 pound Jesus came squishin out? I’m gonna be a daddy-in-law to the holiest puppy dogs in all the land!
Ben: Archie, you are off your rocker. This is crazy talk, even for you.
Sammy: This has been a crazy ass night. I…I kind of wish I’d stayed out the extra night.
Ben: Why and give that shiner the mayor gave you an extra 24 hours to disappear?
Sammy: Oh, please! You know he looked just as bad as I did.
Ben: You’re right… I’ve never seen two grown men rolling around and doing absolutely nothing to one another, as much as you guys.
Sammy: *softly* I’m not a fighter.
Archie: Can you two stop waxing poetic about your barbarian stand offs and pay attention? (sounds of dogs whining and crying increases) Oh my god! The Princess is about to pop!
Sammy: Oh right, back to this insanity.
Archie: It’s comin, fellas! I see a little gross body squishin out! (howling increases) Ewwww!
Sammy: Was there a blinding golden light accompanying it, Archie?
Archie: WISE ASS. Oh! The first little guy is movin! One bundle of joy and another comin out!
Ben: Will you be selling these little tykes, Archie?
Archie: Heavens no! I mean, maybe. For the right price…who’s to say how much a miracle mutt is worth! Number 2 is alive and well! Another one is, uh… (werewolf howling heard distinctly in distance)
Ben: Was that the Princess?
Archie: What the hell are you babbling about, Ben? I’m tryin to birth my winnin lotto tickets, here!
Ben: Thought I heard something…
Sammy: A howl, right?
Ben: Right!
Sammy: Say, um… ya know how tonight has been going?
Ben: Absolutely terrible in every way possible?
Sammy: Exactly.
Ben: Yes, I do.
Sammy: What do you think the odds are that it’s a full moon out?
Ben: Oh no…
Archie: Dammit, boys! Don’t make me hang up on you two Bumbling Bridge Betty’s… I wanted this on air and recording on my Go-Pros. Now hush!
Sammy: Is Princess Von Bark Tooth having the puppies inside your house, Archie?
Ben: Yeah like locked in your Florida Room?
Archie: Well you know I love Princes, but… you also know I love Italian Rugs even more, so I set up a nice little area outside.
Ben: Outside?!
Archie: Oh, be quiet! I think the last ones headin out! Oh, don’t look Roofus!
Ben: I don’t know what to tell him, Sammy.
Archie: Tell me nothin! Silence is (censored) golden, Ben! Heaven bestow this joy upon us in peace and quiet!
Sammy: “Glowing eyes…just beyond the shadows…watching, waiting”
Ben: Dammit, Archie! Go inside and lock the door!  
Sammy: Go inside, Archie!
Archie: And leave my Kardashian money just a-wiggling around in my backyard?! There ain���t no way in – (sounds of growling werewolves) WHAT THE HELL?!
Ben: RUN, ARCHIE!
Archie: AHHHHH! It’s the damn werewolves! Run Woofus!! I’m sorry Princess! OH MY GOD! *sounds of Archie running and panting and crying towards the house* Oh for (censored) sake! Oh my slipper! *slamming door*
Sammy: Archie! Are you okay?!
Archie: *gasping for breath* I’m locked up in my house! But Princess and the babies! Oh my lord!
Sammy: Stay on the line with us! We’ll call the sheriff’s department and get somebody out your way!
Archie: Okay! Thanks, fellas! Dear God, you handsome Anderson Cooper ass silver fox, please let your son’s doggy babies be safe for safety’s sake and not just for my monetary gains. And please let those horrible werewolves go into hell and DIE. And protect the Princess!
Sammy: Are you praying?!
Archie: And please let people with radio shows have enough sense not to bother a man in his deepest darkest hours of need. Oh, uh, amen and such.
Ben: Troy is heading out there now, Archie. Just stay safe and stay locked in the house! Don’t be a hero!
Archie: A hero?! I’m praying so a third of the holy trinity doesn’t start off by being a dead beat daddy! He should come out here now and just start a- smightin!
Ben: Um, it’s really quiet, Archie. Tell us what you see…
Archie: I’m lookin…oh my god. The wolves are just two-leg-standin over the Princess and the babies!
Sammy: Just stay safe, Archie. I’m sure they’ll leave the Princess alone.
Archie: And I’m sure fire and brimstone’s gonna light their furry asses up any damn minute.
Ben: I wouldn’t count on that, Archie. They’re there for a reason, I’m sure.
Archie: Yeah, these hillbillies wanna steal my little god-babies and cash in! I can’t stand for this! I should go-
Ben: DON’T GO OUT THERE!
Sammy: What are they doing now?
Archie: *sighs* I can’t see! The damn moon is so bright.. it’s comin out from behind the clouds…
Ben: What, what is it?!
Archie: Oh, hell no! (sounds of a baby crying)
Ben: What is that noise?
Archie: Hair on a monkey’s (censored)! My weekly horoscope is full of it!
Sammy: Are you okay? Is- is the Princess alright?
Archie: (baby continues crying) Oh, whatever! Who cares?!
Sammy: What? What’s going on?
Archie: Oh the last damn dog just turned into a baby is all!
Sammy: DO WHAT?!
Archie: Yup *sighs* (baby crying getting distant) They’re takin it away now. I guess it’s just you and me again, Roofus.
Ben: Who-what? What is happening?!
Archie: Oh, calm down! The stupid thievin werewolves are taking the human/puppy abomination. I just knew it was too good to be true.
Sammy: He said the puppy turned into a human, right?
Archie: *yelling at werewolf* Hey! Hey you! You put that down, you piece of (censored)!
Sammy: Yeah! Don’t let them take it! That’s a feat of science! It’s a werewolf baby!
Archie: Not the baby, you ass. Those (censored) hillbilly werewolves just took off with my Go-Pro and scampered off into the bushes! Son of a (censored)!
Ben: Literally…
Archie: Jack-in-the-Box Jesus, you can kiss my ass!
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nalanamora-blog ¡ 7 years ago
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I was living with my mom. I don't remember if I mentioned it in my previous post. At this time I had already moved out from Alexis’ house. And Moe... He still had my phone. I used my sisters to text him at tell him to come over and bring it back. He did. He never hesitated to do anything I asked him to. Like many of the men I tend to surround myself with, he would do anything for me. He came over. My brother was not okay with me talking to him let alone him coming to the house. He did anyway, and we talked as my brother stood out of sight in the hallway. He was close by, still in line of sight with me. He waited patiently flipping a kitchen knife in his hands. I spoke with Moe from the other side of my gate. I wouldn't let him in. My brother would have stabbed him if he got too close. He apologized. Oddly enough I forgave him then and there. Mentioned that the trust was gone along with the rest of my desire to be with him any longer. He stayed in front of the gate. Begging me to reconsider and listen to anything else he wanted to say. He even mentioned that he didn't hit me at all. But how could I make up something like that? I wanted to strangle him. Making me seem like a liar. A part of me still loved him. I wanted to hold him and smell that cologne he always wore. Snuggle up in his arms and bury my face in his chest while he told me everything would be okay. He did that for me a lot when we were together. Thats all I wanted.For things to go back to the way they used to be. Before all this mess. He stayed away for a while. Two... maybe three weeks. I was okay. I missed him here and there but not enough to reach out. He texted me. Something about the new Finding Dory movie that came out. We had promised each other that we would watch it together. The movie theater was our thing. Now I'm not one to go back on my word.... so I went.
It was as if nothing happened. 
Everything was normal. He wasn't aggressive or angry or upset. When he dropped me off he apologized time after time again and i was sick of being reminded of what happened. I told him to forget it. He rolled a blunt and we smoked. Talked things over. I wasn't ready to get back together. We both needed to do some reflecting. After that night, the next few nights we hung out. Just smoked here and there, grabbed a bite to eat. Nothing major. Things were going smoothly. We reestablished our relationship and the new boundaries necessary to make things work. Before you know it, we were back together. 
My parents were not happy about that.
They questioned me. They couldn't wrap their heads around it. And to be honest, neither could I. My mother told me to really think things through. Did she really think I didn't? I wanted to make things right. I mean, everyone deserves a second chance right? He wasn't the only one at fault. I played my part in all this too. He was angry for a reason. Still, my ideas and reasons weren't good enough for them. Not my parents, not my siblings, and definitely not my friends. They didn't understand. They couldn't understand. Everything that I had been through with Moe. From sleeping in his car when I had no where else and letting me take it to work, always making sure I had something to eat, taking care of me when I was sick and none else would, going to church together, we really grew together. At the same time i knew that if I had a friend in my situation, I would be telling them the same thing they’re all telling me. Theres no excuse. 
Boy should I have listened...
We continued on and off. The lack of trust changed us. There was no trust. Even though he claimed he did so much. He was constantly trying to see my phone and manage who I spent my time with. I was being micromanaged. It was too much for me. Hung out with my photographer often. He remains to be one of my greatest friends today. One day Moe called me 85 times. I couldn't even use my phone. I was embarrassed and irritated. I didn't want to do this anymore. But I did. over and over again. I forgave and forgave expecting something to be different. I had the day off. We decided to do something together. Spend they day at the park and then head to a movie. He asked me something. His old buddies form the marines were in town with nothing to do and they wanted to spend some time with him before they all wen home or got shipped off to different stations. Who was I to day no?
I damn sure should have.
The night before we spent the night in a hotel. The guys in their own room and Moe and I in ours. At first we chilled in their room. Drinking and getting to know each other. They were a weird bunch. A couple nerds and one douchey pretty boy. None of them intimidating, none of them intelligent. As the night went on i got tired. Moe walked me back to the room and said he'd be back when they decided to call it a night. I woke up the next morning next to Moe. I guess he came back and I hadn't noticed. When they called our room they mentioned something about breakfast. I was dubbed decision maker since i was the only girl I suppose. Denny’s it was. We gathered in the parking lot and packed our stuff into their car. Moe didn't have a car at the time. (Some company repo’ed the first one and the second one was an $800 pice of crap.) It was about 11am and they had decided to start drinking beers. More like chugging actually. 
Do Marines really get that bored?
Anyways, after two beers in the parking lot, we headed to Denny's. We got out of the car which meant another beer. When we got inside, there was a long line considering it was a sunday morning... another beer. I waited inside. It seemed like they were already drunk. We ate and then headed to Balboa Park. Didn't really walk around. Just got out of the car and stood there really. Super uneventful. that was, until they pulled out a massive bottle of Captain Morgan and a two liter of Coke. I wasn't drinking that shit. I was over the entire day. thats all they did! Talk about stupid shit and memories and drink. Thats not my idea of fun. It wasn't long before one of his buddies looked weary. I backed up. I knew what was going down... in they case, coming up. He sloshed his body forward and hurled everywhere. Drank too much. 
Idiot.
They got him in the car and we drove off. People in the parking lot were beginning to stare. I was so embarrassed to be around them. Moe drove us away. He had been planning to get a manual car so his buddies let him practice on theirs. After stalling on a left turn, we hit this spot we call “the wash.” Moe and I would go there to smoke. It was a cool place in a tiny residential area. If you hopped the fence, you'd be sitting atop the La River. It was quiet and we had the place to ourselves. Seemed like most of the guys were pretty hammered at this point. They stopped drinking and began to teach Moe how to drive a stick shift. This went on for about 3 hours. I was bored out of my fucking mind. I wanted to leave. We ended up deciding to Watch a movie. Before we arrived, one of his buddies decided to smack the driver in the face. Since his glasses flew off we stopped in the middle of the road until he could SEE and safely pull over to the sidewalk. This guy was so drunk, he and Moe got into a fight. Thats when I told Moe I wanted to leave. The guys drove back to SD and i was suck on the side of the road with Drunken Moe. I was cold. It was already about 7pm and it was getting late. I suggested that we walk to the movies since we were already on the corner of the street. He said no. He was so upset that he got into a fight with his friends before they all left. It was the last time they were going to see each other for a while and this is how it ended. I understood his feelings and why he was so upset but i figured he would be a little more concerned for the person who gave up the day so he should spend time with them. I was pissed. I told him I was walking home. I know what you're thinking.
“Why didn't you Uber?” 
Fist off, my house wasn't too far. Maybe nine blocks or so. I wanted to clear my head and spend some time alone before i went home and had to come up with an explanation for my parents on the spot. Second, I was short on money. I knew i could use that money for something more important like food. So he followed me. Even when i asked him to leave me alone. Not only did he follow me, he yelled after me, He grabbed my arms and twisted my backpack around me so that I couldn't escape his hold... It was bad. When i finally got to the stairwell in my apartment building, enough time had gone by for him to have sobered up a bit. I told him i was scared of him. The same kind of scared that i was in the car. He didn't understand. He yelled at me for bringing up the past. He didn't understand that i was referencing the feeling. I wanted him to understand how i felt. I guess he wasn't sober enough. I tried to move past him to get onto the second floor. My apartment was the first door from the stairwell. I was so close to home. Thats when he pushed me. I fell down about 5 stairs and curled up in the corner. By the good graces of God, some neighbors came into the stairwell. If Moe was afraid of anything, it was other people seeing him abuse me. I pushed past him and went home. Again, he tried to apologize. He showed up at the front of my apartment to stop me from getting into an Uber so we could talk. The Uber driver threatened to call the police but that didn't stop him from holding my door open. I got out, shoved him away and closed the door and locked it. 
This was NOT love.
I always wanted someone to fight for me. Someone that would risk anything for me. But not like this. This was fucking psycho. I wanted out. I broke up with him over the phone that day. We haven't been together since.
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bishiglomper ¡ 7 years ago
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