#have not watched the werewolf version since childhood but i saw something that made me close the tag immediately. christ im glad i was alone

[mourningmaybells]

in every van helsing tag on tumblr, no matter which movie or show or if it's the og book one, there's a top post where he and drac are in the middle of a sexual tryst which makes it hard to check out content for movies in public

#have not watched the werewolf version since childhood but i saw something that made me close the tag immediately. christ im glad i was alone #also what's count duckula??

[jmoriarty-221b]

So I saw somewhere a post that talked about how some fictional characters just have a divorce vibe going on, like, at no point in time were they ever married but they just give off that feeling that they got divorced

And now I can only think of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor having that vibe

And I spent close to an hour talking about this to my sibling and how it would be a good idea for a new DC show like, you can make so much money off of just the main Batfam alone and there are literally so many people in there that it’s just an amazing idea to have them all in a show together but kind of like a Good Luck Charlie kinda thing because there’s more than enough angst in the world

But in the case of not having enough of a budget for so many characters in one show I turned to the Superfam (Batfam is Huge like, I don’t even know half of the extended family version and that’s like at least ten characters so I could see why it wouldn’t be entirely feasible to have a show that included everyone while still being good with nice character development without having a billion dollars for the budget)

The Superfam, in my personal experience, is composed of Ma & Pa Kent (farm vibes plus I refuse to have either of them die in my AU), Clark Kent (main Superman), Lois Lane (Lana? was Smallville Lois i guess??? But idk enough about her so she’s not here), Jon Kent (Superboi II), Kara Danvers (Supergirl) & Conner Kent (Superboi I)

Now I’ve stopped watching CW shows like, forever ago??? But my brother kinda keeps up with them and basically the gist is that the ratings of every other show suck Except for the Superman & Lois show (because it’s 💫new💫) and I saw the cover of the poster like “Ah, the werewolf dude. . . mmmhhmmm that’s Lois yes, yes that’s Johnny boi, and um is that???? Nooooo, they wouldn’t do that to Conner right???? Please tell me they didn’t make Conner blonde” and I was informed that the blonde teen is Chris???? Like

Whoms’t do ye speak of

I’m not even joking but the only way I even know of Chris is from a random fanfic I read where Dick Grayson gets his own super from an alternate reality named Chris, that’s my only point of reference for this character

But let’s talk about how Conner Kent (OG Superboi) was excluded

Now I haven’t seen any episodes of this and I probably never will (no hate I’m just really unmotivated to start new shows at all) so idk if they might mention Conner or even allude to him in one scene or something

But this was my main motivator as to my new Superfam TV Show Idea

Have Lex Luthor not be a Superman villain, he’s mainly a successful businessman, a little shady but who isn’t, and he doesn’t want to Kill Superman, he just wants to be able to have some sort of viable protection against a Kryptonian in case of an invasion (see Man of Steel + CW’s Supergirl) or suddenly having a mind controlled Superman on their hands (see Justice League series or just look up what Red Krytonite does) so he makes it like his side thing to figure out ways to neutralize or hold back a Kryptonian, Clark totally thinks that Lex is obsessed with finding a way to kill Superman because they had a bad end to their friendship in high school so he’s always suspicious of Lex, Lex hasn’t really ever tried to kill him though because 1. It’s not that deep Clark ok? And 2. He’s a busy busy man with a very important job position and a company to run so does he look like he has time to harbor an obsession over someone who rejected him back in high school??? You’re more of a constant side quest Clark, so stop trying to put him on the JL watchlist ( btw ik about Lena Luthor, haven’t forgotten her but she doesn’t really play a part in this AU so let’s just have her and Kara off to the side doing their own thing ok? Ok)

Lex, Bruce & Oliver all knew each other when they were kids and went to the same school, this is just an extra detail I wanted to happen because Lex and Ollie definitely know Bruce is Batman and absolutely HATE having to deal with Brucie Wayne because “I know you’re just doing this to irritate me Bruce, you just want to see if you can make a vein throb in my forehead but I will valiantly ignore your dumbassery because I know you hate being Brucie just as much as we hate having to put up with Brucie so suck on that you petty bitch” because they bonded in ye olden days, childhood friends so to speak

Anyway so Cadmus tries to get Lex to make an investment in their company, seeing as Cadmus is shadier than Gotham when it rains Lex is basically like ‘no ❤️’ and doesn’t make a deal with them, Cadmus gets mad at not having Lexcorp financially backing them so Lex has an ‘accident’ and they steal his DNA, then they steal Superman’s DNA somehow and *boom* a Superboi is formed

Because I don’t know much about how the Core Four became friends in the first place (Robin Tim Drake, Impulse Bart Allen, Wonder Girl Cassie Sandsmark & Superboy Conner Kent) I’m just gonna go with what happens in the show Young Justice except it’s the Core Four becoming the Core Four when they liberated Conner (who at this point believes himself to be a clone of Superman and has only been given Superboy as a name) from Cadmus, same shit goes down meaning that Clark is just straight up NOT vibing with Conner, Conner just wants a mentor please, and the Bats kinda give Clark a passive aggressive treatment for not taking Superboy under his wing or at least agreeing to teach him how to control his powers, especially Tim because that’s his Bestie so yes

Anyway, YJ saves ppl and is on the news or whatever and Lex finds out about Superboy’s existence that way, so he researches this new super on his free time, finds out that he came from Cadmus and claims to be a clone of Superman, yet doesn’t have the whole power set Superman has??? Wait, didn’t Lex reject Cadmus’ proposal and the got into a mysterious accident??? Long story short Lex goes connecting the dots, hacks into Cadmus’ files, finds out he technically has a son with Superman and decides to take Superboy under his wing (I’ll go more in depth as to why Lex would want to do this in this AU later but the abridged version would be that he wants a kid but doesn’t have the time nor interest in finding a wife??? Also the radiation that made him bald as a kid also affected his reproductive system so while it’s not impossible for him to conceive kids he would have a very hard time actually getting to father a kid)

Him and Conner, who still goes by Superboy at this point in time, meet up and Conner finds out that here is a parent figure that is both available and actively wants to be a part of his life, so he agrees to get to know Lex and the series would focus on them becoming a family, with a special episode when Conner asks Lex for help in choosing a name for himself and it ends up with him agreeing to become Conner Luthor, it would be heartwarming and Mercy would make sure it happens within a day (Mercy is Lex’s bodyguard/PA but they’re also besties and she becomes the Responsible yet Chaotic Aunt as Lex and Conner’s father-son relationship progresses)

Obviously Clark becomes super suspicious of Lex getting close to his ‘clone’ and when Conner decides to go public as Lex’s son he’s like *GASP* and calls up Bruce because we need to get on this Bruce, Lex is a villain and blah blah blah but Bruce would be over Clark’s shit and hit him with that “actually, Lex was also an unwilling genetic donor to Superboy, who actually is not your clone either, and has agreed to take him in, I’ve been on this shit since they first met and the kid is doing just fine so if you keep poking your nose in their business then that’s your problem but you better be ready to pay child support bitch . . . have a good day ❤️”

The series would just focus on Conner getting to have a good parent figure in Lex and go more into their civilian lives rather than focusing on the superhero thing, Conner, Bart, Tim & Cassie have a sleepover at Lex’s house at one point, Lex totally Knows what’s up but it’s all good because these are his baby’s friends and they’re good people who are more than willing to prank Superman for rejecting his kid and giving his baby self worth issues (Mercy supports them)

Anyway, that’s basically the idea for a new Superhero Show

#humor #superfamily #that’s new #focusing on Conner (the OG Superboy) #because they are always excluding him #so now Lex Luthor is a caring father to him #because yes #give this boy some love #conner kent #lex luthor #clark kent #bruce wayne #tim drake #superman #superboy #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #the Core Four is here too #Lex isn’t really a villain #he’s not evil either #finding ways to neutralize Superman is just like a side quest #because yes Superman is a paragon of good and Justice #but mind control exists #so pardon Lex for wanting to be able to protect himself from an out of control Superman #Clark totally thinks that Lex is obsessed with stopping him #because they had a bad friendship ending back in high school #but Lex isn’t aware of this ‘rivalry’ he’s supposed to be a part of #so it’s just Clark being suspicious of Lex and Lex not having a clue about this #or just not giving a shit because he’s a busy businessman trying to run a huge company #just a new idea for a new DC show focusing on the Supers

[harmonie-writes]

When Halloween Comes to Town

Taeyong x Reader (ft. some other members of 127)

genre: fluff

tw: none

Somewhat based off of Halloween Town. Time works differently in Halloween Town (in my version since I don’t remember it very well). I know WinWin is a part of NCT 127 now, but for the sake of everything he is.

Word count: ~1.8k

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Every year on the eve of Halloween the town would light the absurdly large jack-o-lantern that officially rang in the town’s festivities. Each year that the pumpkin was lit, it almost seemed as if the number of people in the city grew with the amount of costume wearers that roamed the streets enjoying the crisp evenings. If people noticed then they never mentioned anything, but a young boy, with bright shining eyes seemed to notice the various witches and warlocks, the almost too furry werewolves, or the skeletons that seemed just a little too real walking down the paved roads. 

And for such a young, bright mind it was only confirmed when he wandered just a little too far from his home while trick-or-treating. In all honesty, it was a misunderstanding, maybe he should be thankful that his little werewolf mask covered his face just enough or that what he assumed to be a goblin-child tugged his hand in the direction of the jack-o-lantern in the town square. What he does remember is one moment he is running toward the orange pumpkin hand-in-hand with a goblin, and the next moment he is running out of the pumpkin onto a very, very different road and not entirely sure how to get home. 

After the mild panic of being stranded, and alone in a whole other world the boy remembers being approached in an alley by a cat with the brightest green eyes, as if they were made out of emeralds. The cat brought some sense of comfort to the boy who had the sniffles, but the sound of frantic footsteps that finally slowed made him aware of another presence. Pushing his mask up to the top of his head, dark, watery eyes came into contact with purple boots that met a green skirt with purple accents, and to top it off the lady in front of him wore a smile with a crooked hat. 

“Something tells me that this is your first time here in Halloween Town.” The gentleness of tone pulled his focus back reality once more, and away from staring at the bent shape of the hat you wore. 

“D-dragged through the pumpkin on accident,” the boy mumbled, rubbing at his runny nose. 

The boy’s actions were halted when a hand holding the edge of a cloak wiped away the rest of his tears, and removed the mask from his head. “How about we get you something to eat, and I can show you around our small town?” There was no false intentions to be given, just one person who recognized that another being needed a hand. “My name is YN, and does this cute werewolf have a name?”

“My name is Taeyong.”

“Well Taeyong,” you took off your hat and set it atop his head, “hmm, it’s a little bit, but it’ll do. Now let’s go on an adventure.” The hat covered his eyes slightly, but that didn't stop him from hearing a chuckle at the statement. 

He remembers hearing the hum of content and being given a tour of the home of Halloween magic. He walked hand in hand with a witch he could compare to Glinda the Good Witch and the green eyed cat walked on his other side. 

Finally stopping in front of the century-old pumpkin you rapped on it with your knuckles. Taeyong remembers watching in fascination as you pulled a simple wand out of your boot before giving him a smile. With a small flick of your wrist the tip started to glow. He doesn’t remember if there were any fancy words that followed, but he does remember how the light grew brighter as you tapped it against the jack-o-lantern. Together you stepped through back into the human realm, and you figured it was best to make sure he made it home safely so you let him lead the way.

Reaching his house Taeyong looked back at you realizing that this might be his last time seeing you. “I’ll see you again, right?”

A smile graced your face, “You’ll always be able to find me when the town lights up the jack-o-lantern.” You gave him a small wave before you turned to walk down the mostly empty road. 

Taeyong returned the wave and then remembered that he still had your hat.

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Taeyong stood in front of the unlit jack-o-lantern yet again after being gone for so long. No one believed him when he was younger about going to a place actually called Halloween Town, but it didn’t explain where he got the hat from. His parents even tried reasoning that someone gave it to him from one of the market stalls near the town square.

His hand dipped into his bag feeling the rim of the old velvet hat that he brought back with him. Things have changed a lot since the last time he was here, and now he was visiting his hometown with his group members. 

“You’ve been staring at that gigantic pumpkin for awhile now. You good?” Jaehyun asked, placing a hand on Taeyong’s shoulder. 

“Huh, oh yeah. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been here. You could say this place is pretty magical,” Taeyong told him as he pulled his eyes away.

“Well everyone is heading to get some food before they start the ceremony tonight.” Taeyong followed Jaehyun down the road, and at least for the time his mind was pulled away from the past. 

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Colored light strips strung around street lamps were turned on adding a soft glow to the street, and people started leaving their homes dressed as spooky ghouls. Taeyong couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face as he observed the creative costumes his members wore, or the fact that Mark and Johnny were having a mock mexican standoff in the middle of the road as they were dressed like cowboys. 

“Aren’t you dressing up?” Doyoung asked, seeing that Taeyong hadn’t changed. 

“Oh, right,” Taeyong dug through his bag before pulling out the crooked, velvet hat he's held onto for so long. “How does it look?”

Doyoung raised a brow at the hat that fit solidly atop the silver haired boy, “Uh… it looks fine?”

A content smile touched Taeyong’s face as he looked back to the center of town. Maybe, just maybe he could have a small trip back down memory lane while he was here. Even though the lantern was now lit, there didn’t seem to be any change in the amount of people that roamed the streets. Did he get his hopes up? Was it actually all in his head? He didn’t get a lot of time to overthink it, because pretty soon he was being dragged to some of the vendor stalls to observe some of the foods and halloween get-ups for sale.

It was only when he was being dragged past a mask stall that he stopped midstep. Sitting on the table top was an oddly familiar cat with striking green eyes. What was even stranger was that the cat seemed to be watching Taeyong. 

His eyes followed the tilt of the cat’s head that seemed to point to the female standing next to it. The person standing at the stall shifted ever so slightly so that their boot was no longer covered by the long skirt. Purple. 

A nudge brought him out of his thoughts briefly to see who got his attention. “You’re staring, or you really want a mask since you don’t have much of a costume,” Haechan muttered while leaning into him.  

“Mask. I was looking at the masks,” Taeyong covered up, slipping his eyes to look at a random mask and not at someone’s back.

“Well, let’s go get one,” Haechan said, as he began pushing him in that direction.

Taeyong stood rigid before quickly picking up a random mask, not even paying any attention to what it was. Feeling a pair of eyes on him he brought up the mask to cover his face before glancing at the person standing to his left. He noticed the look of recognition pass across a face oh so familiar, but it was the words that were spoken that confirmed his suspicions. 

“So, does the cute werewolf have a name?”

Slowly, Taeyong pulled the mask away from his face. “How’d you know?”

All you did is point at his head while smiling. “Even if I didn’t see my hat, your eyes are very recognizable Taeyong.”

Taeyong’s face scrunched up slightly as he took in your features. You didn’t seem to age since the last time you saw him, and that was roughly fifteen years ago. As if sensing what he was going to ask, you answered him with a wave of your hand, “Things work a little bit differently in Halloween Town than they do here, magic and all.”

A series of coughs brought the both of you out of your small bubble. Turning around you were met with nine other boys who seemed puzzled by your interaction. “Hey Taeyong, who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is YN. They're an old childhood friend,” he told them, gesturing to you and then introducing his members. You gave them a small wave with your fingertips and a smile. 

Taeyong noticed the small flicker of mischief in your eyes as you turned to his group members, “Would you guys like to see something… magical?” 

They agreed wholeheartedly, because it’s Halloween, how magical could it possibly be? Well to put it lightly they were not expecting platform 9 ¾ nonsense when you took Taeyong’s hand and disappeared through the giant jack-o-lantern. 

“Did they just?”

“Yeah…”

“And we’re gonna?”

“I think so.” 

They all stood gobsmacked staring at the jack-o-lantern because it just ate their leader. That was until you and Taeyoung reappeared and grabbed ahold of their hands starting a chain reaction of pulling them through to your world. 

When everyone was finally settled and not panicking you pulled the wand out of your boot and gave it a small swish letting small sparks fly from the top, “Welcome to my home, Halloween Town!” Although you did cringe slightly afterward for sounding like some awkward tour guide. 

Letting the group pull farther ahead you turned to Taeyong, “I told you I would see you again when the pumpkin was lit.”

Taeyong couldn’t help, but pull the brim of your witch hat that he was wearing down over his eyes, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.”

Tugging his hand you pointed in the direction of his friends who managed to get a block away, “C’mon we have years to make up for!”

“I’m right behind you!” Taeyong chuckled, as you dragged him to the rowdy boys. 

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No this most certainly wasn’t a dream he conjured up when he was ten, because even after years things looked just the way he remembered it when he stumbled upon it on all hallows eve.

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31 𝕯𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓

#dvoz-writes #31 days of halloween #taeyong x reader #nct 127 x reader #taeyong #supernatural nct 127 #nct 127 #lee taeyong #nct 127 fluff #fluff

[soitmightgetweird]

Drenched (Halloween fic)

Bucky x reader

Summary: an accidental prank at a party flips your entire night upside down

Warnings: swearing, as per usual

Word Count: ~3300

A/N: Holy fucknuts. It’s been a year and a half since I posted a fic. Damn guys. I dunno who the heck is still paying attention to little ol’ me, but here it is anyway. ((I’m working off a very old taglist, so let me know if you want to be removed. Also let me know if you want to be tagged. I mostly write for Steve and Buck, so you could request all tag or just one dude. Side question.. do Steve fics still happen?? I’m so out of the loop guys.))

Popcorn ceilings are good for collecting dust and giving you something to stare at when you’re bored. They’re not so good at showing you how to handle a conversation you don’t really want to have. After another little whine from your friend, you finally pull your eyes away to look toward the person sitting on the arm at the far end of the couch. She’s decked out in a gorgeous 1940s-style dress and her hair is delicately styled to match.

“I’m really not feeling like going to a party this year, Nat.”

She frowns. “But you love Halloween.”

“You’re right. But I just feel like turning on my little pumpkin lights and watching scary movies in the dark. I’m not really in a go-out-and-drink-around-a-bunch-of-strangers mood.”

“Not everyone will be strangers.”

“Well, work has been kicking my butt—”

“Honey, I know. You’re busting your ass for that company. But your friends miss you. Steve and Sam both ask how you’re doing all the time. Apparently your texts aren’t very… wordy.”

If it was anyone else in your apartment giving you sad eyes and practically begging you to be social, you’d be irritated. Nat has been the friend who’s helped pull you out of your funks for years. She knows just when to test the waters and when to back off. She’s able to read you insanely well.

The fact that she didn’t drop the conversation immediately means she knows you haven’t reached the burnt out point yet. Once that thought crosses your mind, you know you’ll end up going with her.

“I don’t have a costume,” you say in a resigned tone.

She smiles softly. “Just put on jeans and a hoodie. I’ve got a mask from Mr. Robot. Boom, simple.”

“Nerd.”

“Guilty. But hey, the party isn’t supposed to be that big.”

You level your stare at your friend. “Isn’t it at Stark’s?”

“Oh. Good point. Well, you can always tell me when you’ve had enough. I just want you to spend time with friends to help you recharge. You know work gets more tolerable when you have fun memories to occupy your mind.”

It’s hard to argue with Nat when she hits the nail on the head. “Alright,” you say as you roll off the couch with a faux-dramatic groan.

A few minutes later, you leave your room in your standard attire and slip into your Converse. Nat smiles again as she watches you turn on little accent lights in your living room before grabbing your keys and following her out the door.

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The first thing you notice as you approach the building is the flashing lights, dancing through the sky and originating at the penthouse apartment, thirty stories above your head. You reach up and touch the mask that’s currently pushed up on top of your head.

“He really does go all out. Is this enough of a costume?” you ask.

Nat hooks her arm through yours as you close the distance between yourselves and your destination. “Of course. But honestly he doesn’t care; he just wants people to come and have fun.”

You fall into comfortable silence with your friend as you make your way through the lobby and into an elevator. As you climb, the cheesy elevator music is slowly drowned out by the sounds of the party.

The elevator doors open to a spacious modern penthouse that you’re sure looks a hundred times bigger when it’s not full of people. There’s fake spiderwebs with little plastic spiders on most surfaces—bookshelves, pictures on the walls, the stairwell to the second floor, the hanging lights in the entry. There’s a cauldron sitting on a high shelf, spilling fog from dry ice over the opening to the living room. Rubber bats are hanging from string, there’s a small witch with light-up eyes swinging around the room by the blades of a ceiling fan, a skeleton in sunglasses sprawled across the kitchen island and surrounded by snacks, and there’s a life-sized werewolf statue standing off to the side of the room.

You’re actually… not sure if it’s a statue or someone waiting for the opportune moment to scare everyone around them.

As you’re finishing your visual tour of the room, muscular arms drape over your and Nat’s shoulders. You turn your head to see another mask like the one that’s still on your head instead of pulled down over your face.

“Nice mask,” the person says, and even through the music and people you immediately recognize the voice as Steve.

You laugh. “Great minds I guess.”

“I just saw Wanda a little while ago, who knows where Tony is, Scott is desperately trying to Clint at beer pong, and Sam and Bucky are on the balcony.”

Your face scrunches a little before you’re able to stop it, an expression that Nat and Steve both notice.

“Haven’t warmed up to him yet?” Steve asks, and you’re sure there’s a small frown hidden behind his mask.

You sigh. You know Steve and Bucky have been friends since childhood. Nat has been friends with him since college. But you… no encounter with Bucky Barnes has ever been easy.

Nat was your first friend in the city—a chance meeting at a coffee shop near your apartment. A few months after you’d settled into your new home and job, she started inviting you to outings with her friends.

Steve became an immediately calming presence in your life. Sam offered charm and humor, Wanda was your go-to when you wanted music recommendations, Clint and Scott were the big brothers you never (secretly, always) wanted. Even Tony was fine. He was a little eccentric and sometimes flashy with money, but he had a good heart.

Bucky. You wanted to like Bucky. You did like him at first… for a few minutes.

He was charming too, all smiles and bright blue eyes when Nat introduced you. Over the course of the night though, you heard a lot of stories about his dating reputation and Bucky got way too drunk. Your night ended abruptly when you turned away from the bar and suddenly had beer all down your shirt and jeans.

And when Bucky said “watch it, asshole,” you marched back to the table and told the group you were going home. The night faded into the past, but that’s what started your dislike for Bucky Barnes.

It’s been five years and you still aren’t really “on board” with him. You’re civil enough when you’re around each other but you also won’t seek out conversation with him, even going so far as to direct most of your attention to your phone if you happen to end up seated near each other when you all go out to eat.

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It occurs to you a couple hours into the party that you’re enjoying yourself and you’re glad Nat was a little insistent.

You spent a little while in the dining room watching Scott (dressed in a full Jedi robe) do relatively well at beer pong, but not as well as Clint, who was wearing a more modern version of a Robin Hood costume.

"No way in hell I’m wearing tights," he’d said as he sunk another ping pong ball in an orange cup.

Wanda was the next friend you found, in a grungy outfit that resembled Furiosa from Mad Max. You stood with her and Nat for a while, sharing updates on work projects and movies you’d all seen recently. Tony passed by in a long, fitted coat that accented his steampunk look. He even had a little gadget on his lapel made of gears that actually moved. He made it himself and was very proud of it.

You’ve been on the balcony for the past two hours talking to Nat and Steve when you notice your drink is empty. After asking your friends if they want anything, you decide to pull your mask over your face and head through the large glass doors into the living room. As you weave your way through the crowd you spot a large amount of people on one side of the room, so you veer a little to the left to walk through the foggy opening into the hallway.

Before you make it to the other side of the hall, you spot Sam leaning against the wall in front of you, next to the bottom of the stairs that climb up the wall to your left. He has a lazy smirk on his face, like he’s never been more comfortable in his life, just leaning against that wall.

You raise your hand to wave as you call out his name, hoping he can hear since your voice is slightly muffled by your mask. You then notice the speed in which the smile shifts into an expression of full-on panic before you’re suddenly doused in water.

Through the sound of the shouts from the people who were splashed near you, you hear Sam speaking your name and a different voice swearing above you.

You rip your mask away to see that Sam has his hands out toward you, a sincere look of apology on his face. When you turn and look up, you see Bucky. There’s an equally petrified look on his face and he swears again as you bolt for the stairs, Sam’s voice and footsteps following behind you.

Bucky runs through the second door on the left and almost has the door shut before you push through, the door crashing into his shoulder.

“Ow, hey, what the shit! I’m trying to get you a towel!” He grabs a towel out of the closet behind the door and shoves it at you before backing further into the bathroom.

“What the actual fuck, Barnes?” you yell, unzipping your hoodie and throwing it on the counter. It doesn’t make much difference, your shirt is soaked too, but that’s staying on.

“I thought you were Steve!” He has his hands out now, mirroring Sam’s earlier stance, but you’re pissed and you want to get in his face.

You feel a hand gently grab onto your arm as Sam tries to pull you away from his friend. “That’s entirely my fault. I was only paying attention to the mask.”

“Steve has a foot in height on me! And who the fuck drops a bucket of water in someone’s house?”

“We put a tarp down—”

“I was having fun!” Bucky’s still getting the full force of your yelling. “I’ve been stressed the fuck out and Nat convinced me to come out and now I’m fucking drenched—”

Sam says your name again.

You turn around. “Go get Nat please, I want to go home now.”

“Wait,” Bucky protests and Sam stops in the doorway. “Sam just… go enjoy the party, I’ll take her home.”

“Like hell you will.” You finally let go of half the towel and dry off your arms before wrapping the thing around your body, trapping your wet hair against your back.

“I mean to your home, smartass. I’m sorry we pranked you; it was an honest mistake. Let me… I dunno, let me buy you a coffee or something. You’re cold, it’ll warm you up.”

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You keep three feet between you and Bucky as you walk back down the sidewalk toward your apartment. The silence is heavy and awkward, and you stare down at your shoes that squish quietly with every step. Your wet hoodie clings to your arms, sending a shiver down your spine. Unfortunately, the only two options are to wear a wet hoodie or leave your arms exposed to the chilly night air and you’re not sure which is worse.

Another chill hits you moments before a second hoodie is draped over your shoulders. You want to throw it back at him, but it’s already helping to shield you against the wind. At that thought, you glance sideways. Bucky’s arms are exposed now but he doesn’t seem to mind the chill.

Before you look away, he reaches up to rub his shoulder.

You huff out a breath. “Sorry I hit you with the door,” you mumble,

A couple beats of silence pass before he answers. “That doesn’t sound like a sincere apology, but I understand. Sorry again about the water.”

You respond with a grunt.

“Why do you hate me?”

You look at him again, your annoyed expression back on your face. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m just asking why you hate me? What did I do? Before the water.”

“First of all, you apparently have a habit of spilling things on me.”

“What?”

“Do you remember the night we met? You spilled an entire glass of beer on me.”

He stops walking. “Shit. That was you.”

You stopped a few paces in front of him and turned toward him. “Do you remember calling me an asshole right after?”

 Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Why would I do that?”

“How should I know? But you did. You spilled beer on me then called me an asshole. And I left. Doesn’t really make a girl want to be your friend.” You turn around and start walking again only to realize after a few steps that he isn’t following you. “Are you coming or am I walking the rest of the way alone? Not that I care.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t call you an asshole?”

“You were also a little drunk that night, maybe you don’t remember.”

“No, I… yeah, I had a bit to drink. This girl I’d been seeing had broken things off and I was upset… we’d actually gotten kinda serious. But I didn’t talk about her much because... I dunno, maybe I didn't wanna jinx it. I was having fun distracting myself when they started making jokes about my dating life and I guess I tried to drown my sorrow instead of just talking about it.”

You just stare at him. That absolutely isn’t the response you expected.

“So I'd just got another beer and this dude bumped into me while trying to get some girl’s attention. I called the guy an asshole and was gonna apologize but you were gone. I guess that explains why you avoided even talking to me in passing after that night. Doesn’t really make a guy wanna be your friend.”

You just stare at him. Your dislike had been entirely based off a misunderstanding? “Great. I am an asshole." You turn away from him and continue walking toward your apartment.

"Hey wait, you're not--"

His footsteps sound as he catches up to you. He reaches out and touches your elbow to get you to look at him, pulling his hand away quickly. Physical contact is entirely foreign for you two.

"Can we just forget that night? I mean you can forget about this one too if you want, but I genuinely am sorry. It always kinda bummed me out that you didn't like me--you seemed pretty cool based on all the stories I heard from Steve and Sam."

You frown. "That almost makes me feel worse."

"Please don't. I could've tried to fix things too."

The silence that follows isn't quite as uncomfortable but you still break it shortly after you start walking again.

"I am actually sorry I hit your shoulder. Even when I thought you didn't like me, I would've never intentionally struck you."

He reaches up again to rub his shoulder. There's a smirk on his face as he drops his hand and lifts that shoulder in a small shrug. "I kinda deserved it."

"Maybe. About that coffee though. Just... your hoodie's wet now and I'm not going into a cafe in these clothes. I can just throw this in the dryer and make a pot of coffee. If you want."

Bucky laughs. "I want to make a joke about you inviting me over after dark, but I'll spare it since we're only just now becoming friends."

"Are we becoming friends?"

Bucky turns a worried expression toward you, as if he's scared he pushed too far. When you return a small laugh with a shake of your head, he smiles too.

"You basically said the joke by referencing the joke. But I'll give you a pass this time."

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You're hyper aware of Bucky's presence as you ride the elevator to the fifth floor together and even more so as you're unlocking your front door and allowing a person into your apartment you never expected to invite over.

"I like your decorations," Bucky says from behind you.

You turn to see him looking at the mantle over your fireplace. There are fake webs and little cheese-cloth ghosts in jars on one side and sparkly black and purple pumpkins next to a little figure of a bird dressed as a witch on the other.

"Thanks. Um... I'm gonna go change and throw this in the dryer. Be right back."

The nerves that arise when you're changing are completely unwelcome. Do you need to put on actual clothes or is leggings and a sweatshirt alright? What do you talk about while you're waiting on his hoodie to dry? What if it's just awkward silence?

You stop mid-movement when you realize you've had those thoughts... before you went on dates.

Nope.

You pull a leggings and a blissfully dry sweatshirt on and walk out of your room, throwing all the wet clothes in the dryer together on the way back to the living room. When you walk in the room, Bucky's crouched in front of the tv, going through the stack of movies you set out a couple days ago. He stops shuffling the cases and holds up your copy of Tucker & Dale vs. Evil with a very serious expression on his face.

"You... have excellent taste in movies."

"Jeez, I thought you were about to lecture me. We can watch it while we wait on the dryer if you want. I'll go start coffee."

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The next morning, you wake up wondering why your neck hurts. Opening one eye, you squint through the sunlight and are met with the sight of your living room. Well, sleeping on the couch explains the neck pain. With a yawn, you stretch your legs and nudge a solid mass on the other end of the couch. Bucky is still there, his socked feet propped on your coffee table and his head resting against the back of the couch.

You nudge him again and he stirs. Then he starts and sits up straight.

"Shit. I'm sorry, I dozed off. Oh... it's morning."

"It is.”

"I um... I guess I'll take my hoodie and go?"

"More coffee."

He chuckles, the sound deep and warm. "Trying to keep me here?"

You put your head back down. "Trying to get you to make coffee."

After you’ve both had two cups of coffee—you’re choosing not to think too much about the fact that he apparently remembered exactly how you like your drink because the first cup he handed you was absolutely perfect—you walk back into the living room with Bucky’s hoodie, holding it out as he finishes slipping on his shoes.

“Oh, it’s warm,” she says with a grin, slipping the garment on and immediately zipping it up.

“It’s chilly outside and despite what you may think, I am actually nice to friends.”

“Oooo, we’re friends. You said it, no take-backsies.”

You laugh. “Well, you do make a decent cup of coffee.”

“You’re right, I do. I’ll get out of your hair now, though. And next time we all go to dinner, you have to actually talk to me. No more cold shoulder?”

He’s standing at the door, hand on the doorknob and ready to leave when he asks the question. There’s an easy smile on his face, but you still see a trace of that same worried expression.

“No more cold shoulder,” you agree. “You don’t have a long walk, do you?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. S’only two blocks. See you around.”

And with that, he opens the door and leaves your apartment, casting one more look over his shoulder to smile as he walks down the hallway.

The realization that you also have a goofy smirk on your face as you walk toward your bedroom stops you momentarily, along with the thought that his presence is already something you know you want more of.

Well shit.

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Stefan Salvatore Imagine Requested- Moonlight

*I DON’T ANY GIFS POSTED* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNERS*

I’m so sorry this took forever to post!!!  This was requested like forever ago by @nicolerachel12 .  I really hope you enjoy this and that I did your request justice!!  Enjoy you guys! Xx.

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Reader

Warnings: Mild language and some violence

“Welcome to Mystic Falls”.  A sigh fell from your lips as you drove past the sign and into your home town.  Memories came flooding back with every passing second.  It had been years since you drove on those familiar streets. Being a Greek Goddess, although it sounded majestic, wasn’t a great trait to have while living in Mystic Falls. The supernatural weren’t well liked where you came from.  That was the exact reason why you left to begin with.  Having to live in fear while in your own home got old after a while. 

You drove past the Mystic Grill and the suburbs where you used to play with your friends as a girl.  Your eyes watched as the old buildings slowly turned to trees as you drove towards your childhood home.  Hidden away in the woods on the very outskirts of Mystic Falls stood your old rickety home. A small smile grew onto your lips when you pulled your car into park.  It was exactly how you left it.  The peeling beige paint mixed perfectly with the overgrowing flora, the two steps leading to the front door sat just slightly uneven, and the old rusted swing creaked as it gently swayed in the wind.  You sighed once before slowly making your way into the memory filled house. As you pushed the door open, the smell of old wood and dust attacked you.  It smelt oddly like home.  Even the inside hadn’t changed in the years you had been gone.  Faded pictures hung loosely on the walls and the furniture sat lonely in the house waiting to be used again.  A small pain pulled at your heart as you walked around reacquainting yourself with your surroundings.  You showed yourself upstairs and opened the door to your old bedroom.  All the decorations from your childhood were coated in dust.  You placed your bags down before sitting on the edge of your bed and looking around. Although you hated to admit it, you missed this place.  Your sad eyes traveled to an old picture frame sitting on your nightstand and a smile spread across your lips.  Staring back at you was a younger version of yourself and your best friend, Stefan Salvatore.  The two of you looked happy, something you hadn’t felt in quite a while.  The familiar pang of guilt and sadness pulled at your heart again.  You quickly placed the picture back down before standing up and promptly exiting the room.  When you got back downstairs, you noticed how late it was.  With your mind at war with your heart, you decided to go for a walk.

The moon hung high in the night sky lighting the ground in front of you. Something about the night just calmed you down.  The way all the quiet creatures were cautious, but comfortable in the dark. Or maybe it was how crisp the air always felt in the late hours of the night.  You could never figure it out and maybe that was even why you appreciated it. The dead leaves crunched loudly underneath your feet as you walked along the dirt path caught up in your thoughts. It was hard to stop thinking about what happened years ago since you were back home.  Seeing the picture of Stefan certainly didn’t help your issue. You and Stefan were best friends, nearly inseparable.  The two of you grew up together in a time and place where children shouldn’t have been raised.  He was the first person you told about being a goddess and when he was changed, you helped him through it.  The bond the two of you shared was stronger than either of you could have imagined. As you grew older, it was almost expected that something more would come from your friendship…and it did. Although you tried your hardest to push the feelings away, you had inevitably fallen for your best friend and he for you. However, neither of you had the courage to tell the other how you felt.  So, when things became dangerous for the supernatural population in Mystic Falls, you left without knowing how Stefan felt for you and you for him.  Now, nearly 100 years later, the guilt sat heavily on your heart.  Although your feelings for your best friend were still strong, you hadn’t heard from Stefan and you weren’t about to go pining after him.  You had missed your chance.  

You walked further and further into the woods completely captured in your thoughts until you heard a twig snap in the distance.  Being a Greek Goddess granted you the powers of most supernatural beings.  You had the speed and power of a vampire, the ability to cast spells like a witch, and the persuasive abilities of a muse.  Another twig snapped and was then followed by a gaggle of voices.  You quickly hid behind a tree as you listened closely.  “Hurry up! I don’t have all night and really just want to get this over with.”  The voice sounded familiar, but you listened harder.  “Please,” a familiar pained voice said, “you don’t have to do this. We can figure something out.  You can help us, we can be a team.”  There was a beat before another pained voice spoke, “Or we can just kill the bitch.”  With that last statement it all clicked.  Although it had been years, you could never forget his voice.  A rush of joy filled you before your stomach dropped again realizing what situation you were in.  Stefan was in trouble.  

With a quick movement, you were directly behind the group of brutally beaten vampires.  As you surveyed your surroundings, you realized that the Salvatore brothers were not alone.  Two other female vampires were there, a female witch, and a werewolf.  Everyone but the witch were drained of their blood.  Two other vampires and witches were the ones ushering their limp bodies.  “Let’s go! I already told you to hurry this up.” A smooth female voice said.  It was familiar and when you saw who it came from, you knew why.  Sybil. You took a quick breath, “Sybil, let them go.”  Sybil stopped in her tracks and turned around with an angry and confused look on her face. You stood in the shadows making it hard for her to make out who spoke.  “Excuse me?” She said curtly.  You emerged from the dark and crossed your arms, “I didn’t stutter did I? Let them go.”  An evil grin grew onto Sybil’s lips, “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.  I’m surprised you had the nerve to actually show your face around these parts.”  You stood up taller not allowing her comment to get to you.  “Sybil,” you began, “I’m not here to have a conversation.”  Sybil let out a shrill giggle and rolled her eyes, “Then why are you here darling?”  You cocked your head to the side and smirked, “I’m here to kick your ass.”  Sybil narrowed her eyes at your comment.  “Oh Y/N, before you can get to me, you’ll have to get past my little minions here.”  Her familiar sweet voice began to sing causing the two vampires and two witches to lunge towards you.  You let out an annoyed grunt, “If that’s how it’s gotta be, so be it.”  The first vampire lunged at you with his fangs bared.  You quickly moved, broke a stake off from the nearest tree, and stabbed him in the chest.  He fell over limp allowing the next vampire to come at you.  Before she could get close to you, you stuck your hand out and she ran right into it allowing you to rip her heart out.  You looked at your bloody hand and grimaced before turning to your group of friends as they watched in awe.  You shook your head, “This is literally so unbelievable.” As you began to fight the two remaining witches you began to complain.  “Like seriously,” you said as you tossed one of the witches aside, “I haven’t even been back for a whole day and I’m already saving your ass again.” You offed one of the witches, “And I can’t believe this is the welcome I get!  Like, ‘Hey Y/N I’m so glad you’re back after 100 years, oh can you also come rip this possessed vampire’s heart out?’”  You finished the last witch and turned to face Stefan.  “You always knew I hated ripping their hearts out, it’s absolutely disgusting.  But screw what I like and dislike, right?  As long as I’m saving you…like usual.”  You huffed before turning back to a nervous Sybil.  You shrugged, “Can we get this over with now?”  Sybil, realizing she was out of luck, turned to run. However, before she could get away, you shouted a spell stopping her in her tracks.  You rolled your eyes, “No, no, Sybil, please don’t do this again. Years ago I let you get away and that was probably the dumbest thing I could have done.  We’re gonna finish this once and for all.”  Sybil stood frozen and began to breath heavily with panic. You casually walked up to her and whispered an incantation into her ear that made her scream out in agony before falling limply onto the ground.  A proud smile grew onto your lips and you playfully brushed your hands together.  “Well, that’s finally done.”  You said with a light chuckle as you walked over to the group. The six tied up victims stared at you in shock.  Completely ignoring their stares, you walked up to Stefan first and began to untie him. Once his restraints were off, he turned to you with curiosity.  “Who are you?”  He asked quietly.  Your jaw fell agape, “Seriously?  Seriously Stefan?  Wow, it’s only been like 100 years and you don’t recognize me?”  Stefan looked at you with confusion until the memories came flooding back.  He took in a small gasp, “Y/N?  Is that really you?”  Tears pricked at your eyes, but you held them back.  Stefan took in your entire figure causing you to blush under his gaze.  His eyes finally met yours again, “Is it?  Is it really you?”  Unable to create a coherent sentence, you simply nodded.  He let out an airy laugh, “Jesus, what are you doing here?”  Before you could speak he pulled you into a tight embrace sending butterflies to erupt in your stomach.  He definitely grew into his frame.  The young scrawny Stefan you remembered was gone and replaced with a new fit Stefan. You weren’t complaining.  He held you at an arm’s length and smiled joyfully. “What are you doing here?”  He asked excitedly.  You chuckled, “I’m saving your ass, that’s what I’m doing here.” The two of you shared a laugh before Damon spoke up.  “Wait, is that Y/F/N Y/L/N?  Like THE Y/F/N Y/L/N?  Oh my gosh I’m so honored.  Maybe you should untie me so I can, you know, shake your hand or something.”  You eyed Damon already annoyed by him, “Hm, actually Damon you can rot.  But don’t worry, I’ll help your friends.”  Damon rolled his eyes causing you to laugh before untying him as well.  Although your relationship with Damon was never the best, you gave him a hug nonetheless.  While you reunited with Damon, Stefan released his other friends.  “So,” Caroline began getting your attention, “how did you just do…that?”  She said motioning to the bodies lying around them.  You, Stefan, and Damon all chuckled.  “Well,” you said, “this might come as a shock to you, but there are stronger things than Stefan Salvatore.”  Stefan gave you a playful push before you continued.  “No, I’m just messing around.  I was able to do what I did because I’m a Greek Goddess.  I have the powers of vampires, withes, and muses.” You said causing the group to take a collective breath of shock.  “How come I’ve never heard of your kind before?”  Bonnie asked with confusion.  You shrugged, “There aren’t very many of ‘my kind’ left.  Years ago a lot of us were killed.  It’s the reason why I left Mystic Falls.”  The group stood in shock at the information, but took it for what it was worth and believed you.  “Well, I’m Elena.  I’m a vampire and it’s nice to meet you Y/N.”  With Elena initiating introductions, the rest of the group followed in suite.  After you met everyone, Tyler finally spoke.  “We should all really get going.  This whole shit show has tired me out.”  Stefan nodded, “You guys go ahead, I’m gonna walk Y/N home.”  The group said their goodbyes before leaving.  You and Stefan began to walk back to your house in silence.  It was hard to keep your eyes from wandering to look at him.  He used to take your breath away when you were younger.  However, now it felt as though he was not only taking your breath away, but also all the air around you.  He looked so different.  Almost as if he grew even more handsome.  The moonlight shined down on him casting beautiful shadows on his angular face. It lit up his pallor skin and deep green eyes.  He slowly looked in your direction and smiled.  “Do I look that different?”  He asked sarcastically.  “Yes” you thought, but instead shook your head. “No, I just haven’t seen you in a while. I… I missed you Stefan.”  The moonlight sent a sparkle into his eyes, “I missed you too Y/N.”  The two of you finished the walk in comfortable silence.  The only noises were the sounds of the deep woods at night.

You stopped in front of your house and turned to face Stefan.  “Thank you for walking with me.  You didn’t have to, but I really appreciate it.”  Stefan shrugged, “It wasn’t a big deal.”  He stared down at you causing you to fidget just slightly.  “Listen,” you began, “Stefan, I’m really sorry.  I know this apology is long overdue and I’m probably 100 years too late, but you didn’t deserve what I did.  I shouldn’t have just left you.  I’m so sorry.”  The moonlight lit up your surroundings as Stefan gazed down at you.  In the light you could see the tiny flecks of brown in his green eyes and the little freckles he denied he had.  You hadn’t realized how close the two of you were standing until his hand grazed across your cheek before cupping your face. Just the simple touch sent shocks through your body.  His beautiful orbs completely took you over.  Staring into them made you feel like you were running through a magnificent field of rolling hills.  You felt his other hand slowly reach your waist and pull you even closer.  Your breaths began to come in short bursts as your heart began to race.  His eyes moved rapidly from your eyes to your lips and back.  Your lips slowly parted just as he began leaning in until his soft lips made contact with yours.  Your eyes shut as his lips moved harmoniously with yours.  In your chest, your heart exploded and your stomach did somersaults. He pulled away when neither of you could hold your breath any longer.  Your foreheads rested against each other and Stefan smiled down at you. “What do you say we pick up where we left off?”  You bit your lip and grinned back, “I think I would like that a lot.”  The two of you shared a laugh before he planted a soft kiss on your lips again.  You looked at him in such close proximity and under the moonlight and smiled.  Maybe you did know why you loved the moonlight after all.  It reminded you of him, the love of your life.  It reminded you of Stefan.

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[bearhyog-blog]

{ OOC }

So... I’ve been missing. I needed some time for myself, I was really down and I just wanted to take a break from existing basically. I haven’t kept in touch with anyone, not even picking up the phone from grandma. I don’t know why specifically but I can tell you what has been happening in my life lately.

But before all that, I just want to take the time to thank you for keeping me up to date with your life and for always remembering me. I received your present last Friday and that made me sooooooooooooooooooooo happy. You have no idea, my favourite thing to colour is animals ^^ also, mom LOVED her calender, she hung it up on our living room and told me to thank you while complimenting your kindness and “foolishness” from wasting money on her. So thank you, thank you very much for your words, your actions and the postcards! They’re really well thought out and it makes my heart warm to know that I have someone who loves me, even if we’re far apart.

Where do I begin though.

As you know, I’ve been promised a job. I’m still waiting for it because the guy is so utterly busy he just can’t find the time to make videos with me. I don’t know, I’m disappointed I guess. Again. Mom also talked to the lady who was going to give me a ton of work and she also said she’s too busy. I might have a shot at teaching english 101 but the burocracy is crazy and idek how to handle situations like that, its all so complicated, my god. So I’ve been a little sad regarding that. But hey! I finished my portfolio if you wanna check it out. I’ll be adding stuff to it as I make more stuff. Here’s the link:  https://marquesara.wixsite.com/portfolio

What else is new? Ah! Since I’ve been feeling so lost and just down, I took on a little project. At first, it was going to be a turtle but the money to keep one is sooooooo much that I decided on dwarf hamsters. They’re very cute. They’re also kinda boring because they don’t interact with us but eh they’re nice to look at and feed and stuff. At first I got two: Francis and Sebastian. I read online that males are usually more calm than females so I decided on two males. AND I build their cage out of a plastic storage box, that wood flooring they have, cardbox as bed and stairs a wheel, a bird nest and feeding / drinking objects. It gave me a purpose, you know? And I was a little happier for a little while. They now live in my closet because my cats are crazy killers and they don’t leave the poor things alone. So during the day I leave the door open from the closet so they can see sunlight while I keep the door to my room closed so they can’t get in. At night I close the closet and leave the door open for the cats if they want to sleep on my bed. Oh! But that’s not all. I went back for a third mouse because the box was just so big for 2 little creatures. When I got to the store I said I wanted to take one more and the lady went. “We have two here but one is not for sale because he doesn’t have a leg so we can’t sell that one.” but I had noticed that one of the hamsters I had home had a limp so I told her that and she apologized and said I could take it back and they’d give me the money back for it. I said no way! The creature is no less of a creature because it has a limp! So the lady said she would offer me one hamster instead. I agreed to that (duh) but I saw that there was only one left in the cage so I told her I’d take that one too so he wouldn’t be alone. So now I have four hamsters living in my room. Oh! The others’ names are Aiden and Josh. They’re all named after characters from shows I love hahaha

Still on the animal train, we have Lolita! Lolita is a very pretty, young cat who gave birth to three kittens last month. She belongs to a friend of grandma’s and the poor cat got pregnant basically because the woman won’t sterilize her and she didn’t want to hear the cat whine so she let her free. Someone found her on the street, shaking, quivering in fear under a car and with major weight loss. Instantly, I wanted to take Lolita from that woman. And I might. I’m going to propose to her that I take her to the vet and do an aids test on her. I can’t add an aids cat in my family but I can help with the kittens. Mom wants to adopt one so we might just do that. Or take them all to the vet for responsible adoptions, because wtf... People are so selfish. I spent a whole hour in her house with Lolita and her kittens. Lolita is so gentle and thin and her cubs are still so small they can’t even meow sometimes. One is black and white, the other is white with brown spots and the other one is white and bege. They’re ALL adorable. But this kind of thing triggers me. I know I can’t be the super hero, saving all the animals but that makes me sad and just bleh.

Moving onward, in a talk with mom she said I had my savings from my childhood in the house and not in the bank anymore and it was a decent amount so instead of just worrying about the future all the time and seeing mom getting so stressed about money, I took her with me to the mall nearest, to Primark so we could both get some new clothes. She was really happy so we went once again days later. I paid for all of it. It wasn’t much but it was something we could never afford if it wasn’t for the savings since mom isn’t doing so well in her job. Anyway, I got sunglasses from dad that cost 25 CENTS!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, that’s how cheap that store is. You can get amazing deals. He was so happy for the random present hahahaha. I also then took a little more cash out of the envelope and told mom to come with me to a store nearby where the supermarket is, she was confused and asked why so I asked her “black, white or gold”? She was even more confused but on our way there she yells “YOU’RE NOT BUYING ME A PHONE ARE YOU?”. Let’s just say mom’s phone belongs in the 1700s and it has a lot of issues. So I searched online and I got a great deal from that store. Mom was FLOORED. It was nice to see. She’s been so down too so I wanted to cheer her up a bit! And it worked, she loved the phone. It’s no Terminator but it works fine, so ^^

I also got you a couple cute things but idk when I’ll be sending them because our post office is working like SHIT!!!!!!!!!!! I’m super mad at them. Remember when I told you I had some stuff from ebay coming? ONE IS STILL NOT HERE DUE TO A TECHNICAL DIFFICULTY. I was so pissed at them I emailed them to insult the crap out of them. Sigh. I hope it comes back soon or I’ll destroy the company with my screams.

Mom bought me an aloe vera plant.

I started washing my hair with shampoo after 1 year of flour. It’s organic, biologic and plant-based blah blah so that I can finally not have flour in my hair all the time but still don’t damage it with chemicals. I didn’t even know such things existed LOL but at the mall I saw this store glowing green and checked it out and NOW I AM FREE OF FLOUR HAHAHAHAHAH

In the meantime, I went to two funerals. No one I knew personally but they were family of family, you know? It made me remember to pray, I had forgotten the words hahahaha. And I like churches, they look old and historical and smell wooden-y hahahaahah I’m an idiot.

Anyway, basically I just dug myself a hole and covered it. I’m ready to resurface now, bit by bit. Thank the lord for TV series. Spoiler alert, Jon Snow sleeps with a very hot woman. LOL But what’s really got me going is this series called Being Human and it’s SOOOOOOOOOOO good. It’s about a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost who live together. They’re all friends against their species “rules”. It’s so dramatic and violent and romantic and emotional and omg I just want to marry Josh, he’s my little Teddy Bear. You should check it out! I think you’d like it. Don’t watch the UK version, that SUCKS. Watch the US remake. Ughhhhhhhh. I even wrote fanfiction about me and Josh HAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA It’s silly but when you’re by yourself that’s what you do.

I just... I really can’t explain it. I fell like Alice in Wonderland (idk if you’ll get the reference or if you saw the movie) but she falls down this hole in the ground and there’s all sorts of things she sees around her like tea pots and chess tables and singing butterflies AS SHE FALLS (more like floats down). And then I felt trapped, I didn’t know which way to go. Should I wait for work here, should I just pack my things and go to Ireland? It’s all so blurry and I think the anxiety of it all caught up to me.

Which reminds me! I upped my meds and they’re working well :)

What else...

Hmmm, oh I have the flu -_- I think I caught it from a kid at dad’s house the other day I went there to have dinner with them. I feel like I weigh 1000000000000kg but it’s all physical, you know? Clogged nose, horrible dry cough, bit of a fever. Nothing that won’t cure itself. 

I think that’s all there is to tell, actually. The rest of my days I just spend watching shows with mom, sleeping the day away because the meds make me sleepy, walking Mel, taking naps, and more naps. Oh right! And I’m doing therapy too. They stopped the OCD therapy for now because I believe I’m in a good place right now, controllable state that I don’t need a doctor to continue with my treatment for that. But now we’re going all the way back to my childhood and why I only have nightmares and why do I dream of the same guy over and over who I didn’t even date but like... it was a crush in MIDDLE SCHOOL. She basically said I’m emotionally damaged (what a surprise) and that led to consequences such as not liking men unless they’re fictional. But we just started on that so we’ll see where this goes. I think that put me down too, I had to write about every guy I had been involved even at 12 years old and I hated remembering all those times and people and that ALSO contributed to me not being in the brightest of mood.

Then I tried joining a RP as JB from GOT7 because he’s a hot piece of ass. I was on like 7 different dates, not even kidding but I lost interest because they were too easy. I left and joined as Yeeun. No one talked to me so I left again and came back as Ken and his ex from a rp like... two years ago is there and it’s so awkward I just stopped showing. 

And that has been my life!

You have no idea how much I’ve missed you and I wanted to talk to you but I just didn’t have the strength... I’m sorry about that and for not being there when you needed me, I truly feel so bad. But I’m here now okay? And I’ll even rewind here so that we don’t clog the messenger feed (which we tend to do a lot)

#ooc