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starrysence · 6 years

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Javid headcanons? Ps I love your writing!!

oooooo javid havent written for these boys in a WHILE. and thank you anon!!! thats really sweet of you to say !! :)

●ok guys you should know i love dad friend jack kelly with all my heart. he just seems like he'd be so great w/ all the boys y'know???▪this boy is an absolute disaster when it comes to taking care of himself tho▪at 4am davey is just straight-up concerned "jack why arent you asleep yet"▪"sorry i was about to go to sleep but one of the kids had a nightmare"▪also hes literally ready to Fight anyone who even looks at one of the boys the wrong way●modern day jack babysits You Cant Change My Mind▪hear me out tho davey's parents know medda and medda 100% recommends jack as a babysitter if they ever need one ▪and sometimes davey is tutoring kids so they do have jack babysit les (whos very stubborn at first bc "im responsible!!!! i dont need no babysitter!!" but warms up to jack rlly quickly)▪one time davey comes home early and sees les and jack howling with laughter over lord knows what and his heart just kinda??? "ashdbchzjs" y'know?▪"oh hey dave les was just telling me about that time you tripped in the band room and fell into a bass drum"▪"he was telling you WHAT"●the generic snow hc all of u shouldve seen coming: jack loves the snow and everything but davey Does Not▪probably bc davey gets sick so easily in the winter ▪he has to admit tho,, jack looks gorgeous in the snow (buckle up its gettin gay)▪sometimes he'll really just be staring at jack and jack doesnt? realise??? for the longest time?▪but then davey decides to throw a snowball at him and shit gets WILD▪theyre both shuddering by the time they get back inside but it was worth it ● yall these two absolutely love movie nights▪disney movies tho?? and cheesy rom coms??? yes. sign them UP▪they almost never get through the movie tho bc they always end up making out oops▪but sometimes they REALLY want to watch the movie and get through it and so they go full out▪BLANKETS and FOOD▪oh my god theres so much food●jack is like? a really physical person?? hes literally never afraid to make physical contact with anybody its basically a natural reflex for him▪davey discovers this when they start hanging out▪jack is like?? always touching daveys arm or tracing shapes somewhere on his body or resting his head on davey's shoulder▪davey knows its nothing big to jack but it always makes him blush so hard hes so mad at himself for it▪jack is such an idiot it takes him MONTHS to notice▪even when he does▪"???? dave ur face is really red are you okay?"▪davey is about to burst bc jack is SUCH an idiot but also? cute?? so cute ●whenever davey is sick jack is at his side basically 24/7▪"jackie its a cold not a 100-degree fever"▪"shhhhhh lemme take care of you"▪he'll give davey like every blanket he can find and make him soup and everything ▪davey honestly thinks its unnecessary but sweet▪jack thinks it is totally necessary and simply a way to show that hes a Good Boyfriend (like davey didnt know that already ,,,,)●jack uses a lot of pet names??? it drives davey wild▪"baby" he loses his mind▪"sugar" his heart bursts▪"sweetheart" hes dying ▪even when jack is just tired and calls him "dave" hes practically swooning▪it takes jack so long to realise but he ABSOLUTELY uses it to his advantage once he does lmao▪you uh.... interpret that last part however you want to●sometimes they have really intense arguments over fairly small things▪like one time jack hurt himself really bad in the kitchen on accident and kept trying to tell davey he could clean himself up▪he ended up having to yell rlly loud to get his point across??▪and they couldnt talk to each other a little while after that ▪maybe like a half hour?? but they made up●les jacobs is the ultimate wingman bitches▪ok literally one time when jack is babysitting hes like "you really like my brother a lot dont you??"▪theyre like watching a movie and eating snacks and jack nearly chokes▪"w ha t"▪"its ok he likes you too, you guys should go on a date sometime"▪"W H A T"▪needless to say davey is VERY confused when he comes home to les looking smug as heck and jack staring at him w/ wide eyes●DAVEY PROPOSES SHHH▪its around their 5th or 6th anniversary?? and jack os like "i think it would be really nice to be a jacobs one day"▪was it a hint? was it not? davey didnt know for sure but he decided to take it as one since theyre literally like a month away from their anniversary lol▪so its really sweet???? davey does manage to get his whole lil speech out without crying so much he has to stop▪but lets be real theyre both in tears by the time jack says yes

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i really.. dont know how i feel about these and im sorry if they suck )): its been a weird week lol

-sanj 💕

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creativejuicesflowat6am-blog · 5 years

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Retreat.

I am hosting a retreat next week. All sorts of scary pop up when I think about this. Whenever I see the word retreat or workshop I think YES I want need and should make that happen. Although I titter and tatter over buying the kids new sheets - I will find the time and money to leave. Hiding and retreating are they the same but different thing? This is just rambling thoughts but I can remember when the babies were 2 weeks old, feeling so so suppressed. For many reasons, there is this deep hurt that comes up for my mom and I’s relationship. I remember crying in the shower, really wanting to run away. I didn’t want to get out of the shower because I was terrified of being a mother, convinced I couldn’t handle the job and really just exhausted. But my mom was out there in the great room with the kids and Scott and maybe my dad. Those were such sweet times when my parents would come for the weekend. Mom and Dad were still working and they would come on Thursday nights and stay though Sunday to help. Really up until the time they bought a house in Westfield down the road. I knew I would have help yet deep inside it felt like I couldn’t fully connect with my parents. I couldn’t cry to her and I still don’t feel like I can fully expose and open up because she is numb back to me. This is sad because I know how much she cares about me through the way she has taken on un loving my children, however, it doesn’t make it right that for many years I was hurting and ignored and sad. I choose to believe that he and she loved me with all they could and they just didn’t have the tools to do more. To say more and to be more present and connected with me. But the hoarding and messy and disorderly house led to many other things for me as a child. The biggest maybe my relationship with food. I often felt alone. I have blocked out most of my childhood between the ages of 2nd grade to 5th grade. I see that at this age you go from cute 5 or 6 year old (where Josie is now - innocent, sweet and oh so cute) to a kid that has needs, opinions and wakes up to the word and is a little more awkward with cheeks that don’t match your eyes and really mismatched teeth and gaps where baby teeth have fallen off. You need less physically but oh so much more mentally and emotionally and spiritually. When I needed more I think they were available less. My parents would have been 41 and there oldest child was off getting married and about to have a baby while I was 8 or 9 (exactly the triplets age) There is a ton of deep rooted pain for me between Josies age to the triplets age transition. This is when I felt alone and sensed all the emotional shut off. I was happy and then boom, I was left to figure it out. Steve would have been 14 ish and finding his own way. There I was . Really alone .I found food. I remember eating chips and sausage and Pepsi and fast food every week. I barely remember having healthy normal meals around a table together. In fact, I have no idea where we ate because our dining room table was always piled high with junk. No one cared to - or couldn’t see the way to do so- to clean the table off. The center of all connection. Instead we were often in stores late, shopping for God knows what and having Mcdonalds in the back of the car. I often remember being in the back of the car dreaming I was in a music video or making some story up about looking out the rainy window and being a damsel in distress, waiting to be saved by love. At 8, I may have been bored, stuffed down to emotions with food but I knew that creativity and dreaming were a right I had all to my own. Food became a relationship for me. It made me feel less alone and happy. In the days that I still remember being healthy ish , in terms of relationships and family, I remember sitting next to my dads chair with a bowl of chocolate ice cream. I can still picot the bowl with its plastic ridges, in that muted aqua Tupperware color of the 80′s, the plastic worn and pilled from being washed (surely leaking toxic pieces in our food with no mind from the 80s mentality ) Dad would take the bowl and spoon and stir and churn the ice cream until it was soft serve consistency. Making what I called pudding. At this young age, the ice cream felt like love, not because the ice cream was so good or because I needed the chocolate as a companion, but because my dad and I had a connection over the way the ice cream came to be. Me at his feet and him providing a piece of love bug for me. I also remember getting donuts on Friday night at Scotts grocery store in town. I would sit in the car with my dad and listen to the golden oldies while I used his little comb to brush his soft black hair playing barber shop. Mom taking her time in the store, with what felt like 10 pm at night, the dark parking lot, like dad and I were the only ones. Steve not there, maybe with friends or on his skateboard on the curb. Friday night would mean we were out for a Buffett dinner, probably Ponderosa or Ryans, which meant - eat whatever you want and end it with ice cream! It was awesome to me because we were together. And the ride home would end in picking cartoons for Saturday morning out of the TV guide. Hard decision because both Smurfs and Bernstein Bears aired at 10:30 am. Which one would I watch? This meant love. The donuts a backdrop, but the time together and sitting together circling shows in the TV guide. love.

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lovelyparanormalbooks · 7 years

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The Second Window Erica Kiefer Published by: CTP Pulse Publication date: December 5th 2017 Genres: Romance, Suspense, Young Adult

As her senior year flies by on cruise control, seventeen-year-old Olivia Cole yearns for excitement—something her upscale private school no longer provides. Her job as a grocery store bagger isn’t much help…until the day she has a bizarre exchange with the cagey town recluse. When the woman abruptly surrenders to the police, Olivia feels compelled to dig deeper into her perplexing story. But the investigation stalls when Olivia receives another piece of news—Andre Steele, the golden boy of Westmont and her previous tormentor, has unexpectedly returned from his four-year stay in Brazil—and the whole school is buzzing! All at once, Olivia’s dull and predictable life is uprooted, and she wonders if “boring” was so bad after all.

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A stranger to me, I knew nothing about Jodie except that she lived on the outskirts of town. People referred to her as a hermit because she rarely ventured from her home, and when she did, it seemed only long enough to purchase groceries. She was nobody important to me—just the occasional name carried through the wind when there was nothing else to talk about. However, like clockwork, I bagged her scant items every Thursday at four PM. The odd interactions I’d have with the woman would sometimes be the most interesting part of my shift at Wayland’s, a discounted store that served as employment during the summer, and now into my senior year. I met her eyes again, which seemed to never leave mine, peering at me with an intense silence that I couldn’t explain. She didn’t frighten me, exactly. On the contrary, there was a meekness about her that suggested her gentle nature. While she hardly smiled, she didn’t have a mean face. It was more like the bland expression of a person who had little to smile about. Yet I wondered at her reservation, certain she had more to say than she ever allowed. Jodie’s slender fingers pulled cash from her wallet and she handed over the bills. When she turned to me once more, her teary eyes alarmed me. She swallowed hard, like she was washing down emotions that rose against her will. “Are… are you okay?” I asked, hesitating as I placed her grocery bags into the cart. Her hand fell swiftly on top of mine, squeezing my palm. Startled by the sudden physical contact, I jerked my hand away. I regretted my actions the moment her expression shifted. Eyes wide, she shook her head, her mouth opening as though horrified by her behavior. A tear slid down her cheek, and she brushed it away in haste. “I’m sorry.” Sniffling, she snatched her three bags from the cart and scurried toward the exit. “Hey!” I called after her. I exchanged a look of confusion with Marlene before following Jodie to the automatic sliding doors. “Wait! It’s Jodie, right?” She paused, sniffing once more. She looked back at me over her shoulder, eyes red and sorrowful. “Um, can I help you to your car? I really should have double-bagged that one.” I pointed to the bulging bag containing the heavy soups, grasping for an excuse to stall her from leaving. The tiniest smile crept along the corners of her mouth. Her green eyes brightened beneath the sheen of tears. Relieved, I smiled back. Her next words fell from her lips in a low, quiet tone. “You take care of yourself.” Then she walked out into the cool air. I stood there perplexed, watching this strange woman escape to the parking lot. Jodie had been a consistent presence in my life for months now, a once-a-week visit in which she spoke no more than a murmured, Thank you. Why did I feel a sudden permanence to her goodbye? A familiar female voice called out from behind me. “I need a bagger on lane three please!” I rolled my eyes and flipped around to see my friend Jordyn standing at the other end of the store, hollering into her cupped hands. I glanced at Marlene. My grey-haired co-worker pushed out her lips with a frown, throwing a hand onto her plump hip. I cringed and held up my index finger. “One minute,” I mouthed, and hurried toward Jordyn before she could garner anymore unwanted attention from my employers. “You know Marlene hates when you stop by, right?” I said to my best friend. She beamed confidence at me with her wide smile, her lips stained in a bright coral that I could never pull off. Though only one-eighth Native American, the tan skin she’d inherited helped her get away with wearing colorful makeup combinations that I would never attempt on my fair skin. Jordyn also relished in the theatrics that I shied away from. “I’m a paying customer,” she said, grabbing a box of powdered donuts off the shelf. She held them up to make her point, waving wildly at Marlene’s scowling face. Jordyn raised her voice again, like she was hollering at the deaf elderly. “She’s just gonna bag these for me and I’ll be on my way!” I shook my head at her. “You’re going to get me fired.” “You’ve got other problems to worry about.” Jordyn put her hands on my shoulders, and spun me around. “What am I looking at?” I asked, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Leave it to Jordyn to make me guess, rather than just tell me. She rotated me forty-five degrees. “Not what. Who.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Past the cashiers. Aisle twelve.” I loved her to death, but sometimes her games were a bit much. “Jordyn, come on—” I stopped, suddenly very aware of just who she was pointing out to me. I caught a glimpse of his smile first, gleaming brightly against his bronzed skin—a deeper brown than I remembered, and a compliment from his Brazilian mother. I’d almost missed him, hidden behind the cluster of kids clamoring for his attention. But then I heard his laugh, boisterous and infectious. Unique. And stirring memories I resented. I crossed my arms over my black apron. “What is Andre Steele doing back in Arizona?” Jordyn inhaled noisily, letting out her breath as she spoke. “I don’t know, but Brazil sure did a nice number on him.” I scowled and nudged her with my elbow. “But we still hate him,” she corrected, giving a nod of solidarity. “Of course we do.” We watched him disappear down aisle nine with his posse. Another burst of laughter trailed behind him, coupled with giggles from the girls hanging on him and the other guy slapping Andre’s back like they’d never heard someone so funny. “Then again,” Jordyn added, “Four years can change a person. Maybe he’ll surprise you.” I stepped away from her, returning to my position at the end of the register. I grabbed the boxes of toothpaste and floss sliding past Marlene and tossed them into a fresh bag. “I never liked his surprises.” Author Bio: Erica Kiefer’s debut novel Lingering Echoes was published by Clean Teen Publishing in November 2013. She continued the series with Rumors (A Lingering Echoes Prequel) and her newest release Vanishing Act. All of her books can be read as stand-alone contemporary YA fiction, touched with romance, emotional drama and suspense. With a degree in Recreation Therapy from Brigham Young University, Erica’s experiences working with at-risk youth have influenced the realistic and relatable nature of her writing. Her first inspirational non-fiction entitled Borrowed Angel (published in April 2014 with Currawong Press) describes the loss of her infant son and her journey towards healing.

Married since 2005, Erica resides in Las Vegas, Nevada with her four children and can often be found satisfying her sweet-tooth with chocolate-chip cookies and a glass of milk. Now and then, she dusts off her collegiate rugby skills and dives back into the game.

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