#daithidevanoss

[lintsliedk]

vanoss and nogla hug ::3333

[jxckyx3]

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Sorry for the long wait!!! So much stuff has been happening and I've been SO burnt out and unmotivated to do anything rn. I don't wanna vent so I'll just stop here, lol

Anyway, t hope you guys like this one!! I'll gradually be putting in their designs as I go so you guys know what they look like since I suck at explaining stuff TwT

Brocks design (might add more later) :

[books-bring-you-to-wonderland]

im just gonna list ships i like and you can pick and choose (please dont write all of these that is too much). moohmtoonz, pandaohmcat, jiggly noss, daithi de vanoss, moogla, vantoonz, pandacat

Do all of them you said? Okay >:)

Moohmtoonz

-Buff, buff, n fluff. Brock and Luke are broad shouldered and big armed kinda dudes, and Ohm is very lucky for the eye candy and makes sure to tell all of their friends about it every single day

-Brock makes sure that there are fresh flowers on the table everyday, and Ohm doesn't have the heart to tell him that it makes his allergies kick up because the flowers make Brock so happy

-Ohm might not be the best cook, but he'll be damned if he can't be in the kitchen; he usually bakes bread, cakes and cookies and his boyfriends are all too happy to shower him with praise

-Luke usually sleeps in a separate room, since he knows how bad he can snore- but most mornings he wakes up with a boyfriend under each arm anyways, so maybe he doesn't snore as bad as he thinks

-Luther has to dress his boyfriends some days, it's not his fault they're both total dads and have not a lick of style between the two of them ("Ohm, those jeans make your ass look flatter than a pancake")

-Delirious can get pretty jealous that his best friend is busy with double the pretty boyfriends, so he usually ends up 4th wheeling on their dates

Pandohmcat

-Shoes. So many shoes. Between Ohm's boots and Anthony and Tyler's massive sneaker haul, there is no room in the house for anything

-In general, there's no room in the house for anything; there are dog toys, shoes, clothes, plants, figures, collectables, and posters everywhere. It's a very organized but still cluttered mess

-Ohm doesn't get why his boyfriends love cars so much either, but he still smiles when they gush about it and nods along as if he has any idea what they're talking about

-These three absolutely rock date night, and usually end up at their little local bowling alley or at a bar for some good wings and good beer

-Tyler gets a bit pouty when Anthony and Ohm play together all night, and usually ends up crashing one of their offices for some well needed kisses before bed

-Tyler's parents are more than happy that his son not only got one boyfriend but *two*; it just means Wilddad has more sons, and he pulls out the baby album everytime the trio come around for dinner

Jigglynoss

-The "we are never playing mario kart ever again" couple

-Anthony is absolutely astounded by Evan's music career, and more often than not he's in the studio with Evan just watching his boyfriend work and mix, and he finds something really beautiful about Evan's passion for his work

-Late at night (or early in the morning), Evan will stumble into their bedroom and wake Anthony up to have him listen to the latest edit of his song

-Evan isn't the biggest fan of crowds, and usually holds onto Anthony's hand or arm tight- Anthony always makes sure to give a reasurring squeeze or smile to calm him down

-No, Vanoss doesn't pay his gmod mapmaker to put in cute little love notes for Panda to find, that's ridiculous!

-When they're not in the mood to cook, Anthony's go to is a peanut butter and jelly- Evan used to not even like the sandwiches till Anthony started making them for him

Daithi de vanoss

-They're little shits. They're the kinda couple who prank each other- like replacing the sugar caddy with salt, or putting saran wrap on the toilet bowl

-Nogla is the softer of the two and definitely more romantic; he likes to play silly love songs on his acoustic when it's a rainy day or when Evan's come back from tour, and it never fails to make him melt

-That being said, Evan wants to do a collab with his boyfriend bur Nogla always gets so shy, and mutters something about wanting to get better at singing before they work on music together

-They're definitely a sight to see in public or in cons; Evan's always dressed in black, with skinny jeans and designer shoes and his ever present baseball hat- while Nogla usually looks like he's rolled out of bed and threw on whatever wrinkled clothes were on the floor

-Evan does not like chocolate milk, but he drinks it because it's basically the only beverage in the house

-These two kiss in bed all the time- it's where Evan feels most comfortable with the whole affection thing, and let's Daithi kiss him breathless under the duvet and hold him close to his chest

Moogla

-Brock kinda has a thing for being the 'housewife'- he likes cooking and cleaning and taking care of Daithi, and it never fails to make his chest swell with pride when Nogla tells him that the house looks nice, or that dinner was fantastic

-They probably only own comfy clothes, and only dress up for special occasions and anniversarys- and even then, Nogla always asks Moo if he can tie his tie (it's adorable everytime)

-If Nogla wants to hide a gift for Brock, he'll put it in the tallest cabinet or on top of the fridge; so far, Brock hasn't found out about his secret hiding spots

-They're both homebodies and would rather spend an evening in with each other than go out somewhere fancy

-Nogla loves taking Brock out to the fair however, and wins him the biggest prize he can everytime without fail. The collection they have in the house takes up a lot of space in the guest bedroom, but Brock insists they stay

-Oh these two sing Christmas songs together for sure, and they harmonize pretty well (even if David can get a little silly during the songs sometimes). It never fails to make Brock melt into a useless gay puddle when David sings to him

Vantoonz

-These two are a very busy couple; merch, streams, tours, recording, sponserships; they're both usually up far past bedtime, but they make it work

-Evan calls Luke his "trophy husband" and Luke honorably takes the title- he likes dressing up and looking good for his man, what can he say?

-They are CAT DADS and spoil the ever living shit out of their kitties. Evan bought a 300 dollar cat tree that has never been used a day in their life (they liked the box better)

-The only thing that they ever argue about is pizza toppings; Luke likes hawaiian, and Evan thinks it's a disgrace to pizza everywhere (they usually end up getting supreme and calling it a day)

-Luke can get kinda clingy believe it or not, and if Evan's busy recording he'll just wrap his arms around Evan's waist and press little kisses to his hair

-Evan did not like the beard at first, but it grew on him- even if Cartoonz wakes up looking like a dirty old pirate most mornings

Pandacat

-Anthony shares his absolute delight over Pokémon (cards and games) with his boyfriend, who usually returns the enthusiasm. They both think that Charmander is the best starter, but they squabble on which pokemon type is the best

-They probably play football (the american one) with each other in the yard, and things can get pretty rough. Tyler once apologized for a good two hours straight after he accidentally elbowed Anthony in the eye (Panda just laughed and kissed him to shut him up)

-Gym dates, though Tyler really just watches Anthony work out while he just kinda jogs on the treadmill the whole time

-Tyler's a little on the chubby side, and Anthony's all for it- he likes making hearty dinners and loves when Tyler gets second helpings ("You like my cooking? I'm shook, babe")

-Kino is Anthony's son, and nothing in the world can change that.

[chinxino5-blog]

[ 3 / 3 ] - Six Degrees of Separation

tagged by @sparktheblaze / @crimsonbluemoon‘s ( music inspiration prompt )

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song: Six Degrees of Separation artist: The Script ship: [ vanogla ] : angst words: 1319

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“first, you think the worst is a broken heart”

It was a pain he’d never felt before, a pain that sat deep below his skin. No medication could relieve it, the cold air biting at his arms and neck and cheeks. Nothing could tear his mind away from the splitting, agonising pain resonating from his chest. A sickness settled in his stomach, a collection of dead butterflies. His insides had become a mere grave for them and he missed the feeling of their wings beating against the insides of his skin. They were dead. They were rotting. He felt sick.

When he watched him walk away each step was like a punch to the gut. Each step struck him directly but left not a single scratch or bruise upon his skin. He lifted fingertips to his upper lip, expecting blood that would gush from his broken nose, expecting bruises beneath his eyes. The pain was internal, was deeply locked away in his chest; a pain he could do nothing for.

So he sought out real bruises and real blood, maybe hoping it would fix the gaping hole in his chest, maybe just looking for a distraction. He threw insults at five leather jackets smoking cigarettes in a parking lot. Words he didn’t even remember caught their attention, he threw a rock at a flashy car.

By the time they left him, his expectations had become more real than he’d hoped. He tasted blood, he smelled the iron, he heard his pulse in his ears. He felt none of it. Just his heart. His shattered heart.  

 -

“what’s gonna kill you is the second part”

Heartbreak, for the first time ever, was life-changing. There was no known cure or medication that could relieve even the smallest of its pains. He’d thought that truly nothing could be worse, nothing could hurt him more.

He had been wrong. There was no feeling that could compare to that he felt through the entirety of his chest when he walked into class, breath hitched at the sight of him. Soft brown eyes drifted right past him, seeing a face but not seeing him. He was no longer someone of interest. He was no longer a person in his life but a face he would forget about. A face that already had been forgotten.

Those soft brown eyes drove a dagger into his chest and ripped it straight down his middle. He split open, vulnerable for everyone to see.

He sat alone at his table and spent forty-five minutes scratching out the sketchy “DN + EF” encircled by a heart. When he dropped his scissors, his hands were shaking. He stumbled to his feet, threw his bag over his shoulder and ran from the class. The bathroom sink was freezing beneath his hands and he stared down the drain as if something hiding there could help him.

The mound of corpses in his gut stirred with sickness, threatening to crawl up his throat and make an appearance. He clenched his teeth. A broken sob left his lips. He stayed locked away in the last stall for all of period three and lunch.

 -

“and third, is when your world splits down the middle”

His face. His voice. His laugh. His smile. He could not bleach it from his thoughts, could not force it out of his dreams. Every moment of every day he was constantly reminded of who he was trying to forget.

People he used to call “friends” no longer even noticed he was there, places held memories of giggling and grinning and kissing that he refused to visit, songs had him sobbing into his pillow in the early hours of the morning. He could not get those brown eyes out of his head.

He faked illness for a whole week; thought that maybe if he didn’t see that godforsaken face, maybe it would leave for good. Maybe if he didn’t see those people, or sit at desks, or answer questions about the bags under his eyes; maybe he would be left in peace, maybe he would be able to move on.

 -

“fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself.”

It worked. He convinced himself that it worked. He passed the hockey captain in the hall. For the first time in two weeks he locked eyes with the boy who had left him without looking back and he was the one to turn away, brushing past the jersey as he laughed at something Brian said to him.

He felt nothing, but glee. No aching heart, no stinging nose; brown eyes were nothing special anymore.

He was going to be okay. He was healing. He was moving on.

 -

“fifth, you see them out with someone else.”

There was a chance that if he had not forgotten his book in English, he may have been able to avoid to. The heartache wouldn’t have returned, the tears would have remained locked away, he could have continued to pretend it was okay, he was okay, he was over it. But life was cruel and didn’t like the pretending.

When he slid the class door open he felt his lungs collapse in on themselves. He had struggled forwards through weeks of recovering, weeks of telling himself he was better, he was happy, he didn’t need him anymore. His slow, unsteady steps had lead him nowhere, circumstance punching him back to his arse, back to the parking lot; bleeding, weeping, broken.

The sob that forced its way out of his lungs pushed the pair apart, blue eyes and brown eyes flicking to him. Brown widened, filling with shock, pity and regret. Blue blinked in confusion but remained silent. Hands retracted from beneath one another’s clothing, lips swollen, pale skin bruising around the throat. The hockey jersey had a word halfway out of his mouth, lips frozen as though he was telling himself that it was always easier to stay silent.

“Shit.” It was the only word that was uttered.

Daithi snapped into action, storming into the class and snatching up the book from the desk closest to him. His hand hovered over his mouth, half covering his quivering lips and half hiding the watery look in his eyes. He choked on another sob, fighting it back with no strength left in him. He ran from the room. He ran from the building.

Grass shaded beneath a rich green-leaved tree waited for him, the weathered bricks not a stranger to his back as he collapsed. His book sat beside him, dropped and forgotten. His head fell to his hands. His whole body shook with the force of his crying.

He never did get better. He wasn’t ever going to get better. He was broken beyond repair.

 -

“and sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.”

“You’re leaving?” The cry was a repeat of what he’d just told the older woman in a soft voice. His hopes of keeping it silent were pushed aside and he told himself no one cared anyway. Her words of praise and sympathy and wishes of safety and success in his home country washed off his shoulders as a small few words of gratitude dropped from his tongue.

His walk to the back corner of the class was followed by a pointed stare, one he refused to meet or acknowledge. He refused to let any sort of satisfaction touch him at the knowledge that those eyes were aware of him again. Those eyes knew he was more than just a face.

Folded yellow paper sat on his open notebook.

“Can I talk to you? -E”

He threw it in the bin close by his desk. Brown eyes watched as he packed up his bag. Brown eyes that were too late, too faded, too careless. He was moving on, even if it meant moving house, moving schools, moving countries.

He was moving on for good.

[goldiegooblog]

may i request daithidevanoss? they're strangers sitting next to each other on a flight- but then Evan accidentally knocks over David's drink.. which leads to them goofing around and trying to annoy the hell out of each other :D (by the way, i REALLY liked your daithideterroriser fic, it made me giggle like mad)

Evan hated planes. He hated flying, and being off of the solid, safety of the ground, and being trapped in a tiny seat with barely any legroom and annoying old women next to him trying to talk his ear off the entire time. Listen, he loved old women just as much as the next guy, but if one more elderly lady tried to set him up with their granddaughter while he was 39,000 feet in the air, he was going to take his eye out with a stale biscoff.

So when he found out that his neighbor for the long flight from Toronto to Los Angeles was a tall Irishman who looked about his age, he felt himself relax just a little bit. No setting him up with granddaughters. Most likely no uncomfortable small talk. Just two dudes sitting next to each other on a plane. Maybe Evan could calm himself enough to doze off.

It would just be six hours of trying not to throw up or hyperventilate.

After the plane had reached a reasonable altitude, a stewardess came around with drinks. The woman on the aisle seat got a coke, and Evan and the man next to him both asked for ginger ale. His mom used to say that it would settle his stomach, and he would take as much of it as he could get. Guess it wasn’t uncommon.

As Evan stretched to take his plastic cup, he knocked over the man’s cup. As if in slow motion, he watched the cup tip, spill over the tray, and leak right onto the man’s lap.

He was mortified.

“I am so sorry!” he exclaimed, snatching the napkin on his tray and trying to soak up some of the ginger ale. The cheap square did nothing, but the stewardess offered them a whole pile, and they didn’t have any alternatives, so it’d have to do.

Evan felt horrible, but the sight of the tall man with a pile of soggy Delta napkins on his lap and a stack of dry ones on his tray almost made him laugh. ‘Almost’ being the keyword, because Evan wasn’t evil. He had just spilled this man’s drink all over his jeans and they still had five hours and forty eight minutes left in the air.

“Again, I am so sorry.” Evan said. The man waved him off.

“It happens, it happens. It’s not like I’m going to land at LAX looking like I pissed myself.”

Evan’s embarrassment must have been ten times worse than the man’s.

“I will do anything I can to help, sir. You could, uh, oh! My luggage is in just the carry on bag, so you could borrow a pair of my pants while yours dry off, or-”

The man laughed. It wasn’t a chuckle, and it sure wasn’t subdued. The woman grimaced, and the people across the aisle glared at them.

“Sorry, your pants are just not going to fit me.” he said. The woman snorted, but buried her face in the safety pamphlet as if they hadn’t noticed. “It’s okay, dude. I was just messing with you. I’ll be fine.”

Evan sighed, letting out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. “I’m glad.”

“Though,” the man started, and Evan could tell right away that he was joking but he still wasn’t ready for what was coming. “That did put quite the damper on my flight. And my pants.”

Evan paused, staring at the man, who expectantly watched him, waiting for his reaction. The woman rolled her eyes.

“Sorry, was that supposed to be a pun?”

“It was. And I’d say that it was a splashing success.”

This time, Evan did groan, and the woman actually pulled a pair of earbuds out of her purse and put them in.

“Get it? Splashing? ‘Cuz you splashed me with ginger ale.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Evan said.

“Sorry, I’m about to have a meet up with punny friend in LA and I’ve been trying to be on my A-game so I can be the one with the last laugh.” the man explained. He untangled his long arm from where he’d wedged it between his side and the armrest, and stuck it out to Evan. “I’m David.”

“Evan.” he responded, taking the hand and shaking it. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure to window seat ya.” David said. They stared at each other, taking it in. The woman snorted and it seemed that the earbuds weren’t doing much. “Sorry, that one wasn’t very good.”

“No, not really. It wasn’t even really a pun, and I’m the one in the window seat.”

“It was a pun, kinda. Cuz you’re in the window seat and I’m talking to you.”

“But it was more of a rhyme than a pun.”

“Rhymes can be puns!”

“No, those are just rhymes.”

“Well, at least I didn’t rhyme something completely unrelated.”

“Like what?”

“Like, uh, pleasure to variety meat ya.”

Evan gawked. “Excuse me?”

“Or pleasure to oriental bittersweet ya.”

“Why would you ever say those words ever? Why variety meat?”

“I don’t know!” David exclaimed, prompting a round of shushes from the people around then and the woman to bark out a laugh. His voice dropped so it was so much quieter and so much lower. “Listen, those are rhymes and window seat was a pun.”

“Sure.” Evan said, rolling his eyes. “Except you’re wrong.”

“Well, you’re probably someone who thinks that water is wet!” David accused. Evan looked blankly at him.

“Isn’t it?”

“No!” David exclaimed. They were shushed again, but this time he just shushed them back. The woman slapped a hand to her face to hold back her laughter. Evan was glad that she was amused and not annoyed. “Listen, water is not wet. It makes things wet, but if you put water into water it does not become wet. It’s just water.”

“Is ginger ale wet?” Evan asked. David shook his head violently.

“No!”

“Then your pants should be fine.”

The woman let out a loud laugh, and the people shushed her. Her cheeks had a dusting of pink but he wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or from holding in her laughter.

Meanwhile, David seemed at a loss for words. He tried to stutter out a few things, much to Evan’s amusement, but otherwise had so many thoughts trying to come out at once that he couldn’t say any of it. Finally, he gave up and sighed.

“No. You’re so very wrong and I hope that you know it.”

Evan, sadly, expected their conversation to end there. He wasn’t expecting David to pull out a pack of cards and invite him to play, or for them to banter quietly, thankfully quietly or the people around them might have shoved them out of the plane, for the rest of the flight. David was such a refreshing person, someone that Evan wasn’t afraid to be silly with. He had friends like that, actually that’s who he was on his way to see, but it had taken time for him to get like this with Tyler and Jon. Besides, he was still a little shy whenever they’d get together, even though no one could be crazier than either one of those two.

“Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you.”

Evan handed David back his cards, feeling almost sad. So, this was it.

It was the first time he’d been on a plane that he hadn’t thought about the miles between his feet and the ground. He hadn’t realized how fast time had gone with David, or how easy it had been to just be himself. After spending six hours with this man, he could honestly say that he was disappointed at the thought of never seeing him again.

The stewardess came around to gather their trash, as well as all of the napkins that had remained on David’s lap, and then the plane was landing, and then they were trying to get their carry on items and get off of the plane and into the airport. There was too much chaos and movement for Evan and David to talk anymore, no time to say goodbye. Evan found himself standing in the middle of the LAX airport, already through the brief customs.

He tried to swallow his disappointment and push it down, reminding himself that he was going to see his two best friends within the hour.

“Evan!” he heard, and he whipped around. There, weaving through the crowd, was the tall figure of David, zooming towards him. “Evan, I’m so glad I found you. Here.”

He shoved something into Evan’s chest, who’s hands fluttered up to catch it before it dropped.

“Listen, I gotta go cuz my friend is already here, but I really liked talking to you. Let’s try to meet up before we both leave LA, okay?” David asked. Evan nodded, dumbfounded. “Great. Bye!”

David disappeared into the crowd, though Evan could still see his head above the rest of the people until he rounded a corner. It was only then that he checked what David had given him.

It was a dry Delta napkin with scribbled handwriting that listed out a phone number and David’s name. And at the bottom, it read-

“Hope to seat you again soon!”

Evan wasn’t sure if that counted as a pun, but he’d take it. Besides, it’d give them something to talk about when they saw each other next.

It turned out that he didn’t need an old woman to set him up after all. He was doing fine on his own.

-

Thanks for the ask, and sorry it took so long! Finals took everything out of me, so it might not be my best work, but I had a lot of fun writing it, and I couldn’t help but include the puns ;)

[jxckyx3]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58835752/chapters/194205466

GUYS I'M NOT DEAD I SWEAR!!

T~T

I've be so fuckin' burnt out lately but I think I've got my motivation back for a bit! Initially, this was supposed to be a Halloween shot, but as you can see it's WAY past Halloween now lol.

I actually kinda have a lot to vent about (to spill the tea, if you will) but I'm gonna put it all under this cut, so that you guys totally don't have to read it, but if you want to know why I've been so busy, you can read it and find out because it's CRAZY!!

Anyways, hopefully you guys had a good Halloween and enjoy this shot!!

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Ship: Nogla × Terroriser • H2ODelirious • IAnWildcat

AU: Monster

Setting: Forest

Type: Fluff

Warning⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains swearing, minor character death, violence, abuse, homophobia and other mentions or situations that may trigger, or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.

A/N:

Now that that's over, I'M GONNA SPILL THE DRAMA!!

Alright, so as some of you already know my mom, my sister, my two ten year old siblings and I lived with this super nice old lady that has a ton of rescue pets. Everything about the situation was completely fine ( other than small things like the house was a little crowded, she drank from time to time even though she was on probation and the fact that my cats didn't get along with other cats so we had to keep them in our camper).

The first wave of problems came when a sudden cat illness started to spread around the neighborhood. We suspected it was parvovirus, and since that's a super difficult disease to deal with, there was no home remedies that we could do other than try to provide as much water as we could until the cats immune system fought the sickness off themselves.

Just a reminder, there was like six people living in the house with a butt load of pets, so money was very tight. Fortunately we scraped enough for food and necessities since the old lady had a disability check every month and my mom would go to food bank weekly. Around this time none of us could get food stamps because of Donald Trump taking away the money or whatever.

So needless to say, going out of town for a vet was off the table. A few street cats died, two of my kittens died and it was heart breaking.

The illness passed, but shortly came back after both of my female cats gave birth. They each had around six kittens so I had around four older cats and twelve kittens. Some died due to the female cats accidentally suffocating them during breast feeding so we were knocked down to six kittens in total.

That same parvo came around again, and we ended up losing a few more kittens. Around this time, one younger adult female cat had gotten out of the camper because my older sister had accidentally left the door open and when I tried to put her back in, my oldest female cat attacked her. My oldest female cat has always been super territorial and I think it was a redirected aggressive thing. She mistook my younger female cat for a stray and attacked her. They fought for a bit but we thankfully separated them from each other.

Regardless of the fact that they now recognized each other, they still had to be separated because they now held an aggression towards each other. We had to end up moving my eldest cat inside in a big dog kennel so that she couldn't attack any of the other cats. Around this time, she couldn't see the kittens, see the other cats, or go downstairs because she wasn't fond of dogs like the strays were. She was a very affectionate cat, so having to separate her from everything and put into a smaller space was heartbreaking. The cat that had been attacked had been hurt a little under her eye but other than that, everyone was ok. We tried multiple times to reintroduce them, even using the linger process. But no matter how close they seemed to getting along, they'd always end up trying to attack each other through the cages.

Then the next wave of issues came.

The old lady — I'm gonna call her Dawn since it's similar to her real name — Dawn's son had gotten arrested because his fiance had lied and told he cops that he had ran her over with his truck after a fight they had. We all knew it was a damn lie because he was a hopeless romantic and he treats that woman like she's his whole world. We literally saw their texts to each other and it was sad how forgiving and loving he was and how demanding and just downright rude she was to him.

She'd literally texts him stuff like — hey, come home right now and fuck me or else I'll go fuck the neighbor — or some shit like that. She was a total nutjob. The thing was, he was a business owner and had just started to get his life together. He owned a few casinos, bought a nice big house in an expensive neighborhood, had goats and chickens, a tortoise and three dogs of his own.

All of which was down the drain because of alleged attempted murder. Dawn didn't know what to do, especially since this was her son's life going down the drain. We had to take care of his house while he was put in jail and the fiance was in he hospital. He had cameras but they weren't on unfortunately, but her injuries were likely from jumping out of the truck in their parking lot when he was driving away from her hitting him.

We assumed that we could somehow save his house if we just decided to try and help with the bills and stuff so Dawn let my family temporarily move there. When we got there, someone had stolen the goats, likely friends of the fiance to sell them. We couldn't do much about that, so we just took care of the house as planned.

During this time, a friend of Dawn's and my mom's needed a plan to stay so we came with us — his name is Sam. Only issue is that I had to keep my cats in a bathroom the whole time because they didn't like dogs, Sam had two dogs of his own, and Dawn's son's had two of his dogs that were in heat. The eldest dog had been a rescue because she used to be a breeding dog and so she got super aggressive during her heats.

I lost one kitten at that house because it was the last one to have that parvo. It was unfortunate but regardless of how it broke my heart, there was many other things to be worried about.

We only stayed in that house for three days before we had to move back to Dawn's because the fiance had called the cops and trespassed us. We hadn't know she even owned the house as well but her name was on the house and even though she never laid any bills and everything was bought and belonged to Dawn's son, she still had the authority to have us kicked out.

We moved back to Dawn's, I had to move my eldest cat back into the kennel upstairs in the attic and Sam moved in the house as well. So now we had seven people living at the house, a caged cat, a house to clear out, and on top of that, all the cats were starting together sick again.

We ended up taking Dawn's son's dogs back to Dawn's, and we had to pay some guy to build a huge dog kennel for them because since they were in heat, they would probably try to fight Dawn's dogs and they all had to be separated at least by a wire fence or else they might hurt each other. We couldn't find any rescue centers willing to take them so we had to keep them. Thankfully, Dawn's son had a daughter who was willing to take the puppy, so there's that.

Then, the big boss wave of doom hit us.

My mom's current fiance had an ex (who isn't even an ex really, since they had only hooked up once but she claims it was a relationship) had gotten evicted from her apartment with her fourteen year old son. Her name is Hope, and let's call her son KB.

Now my mom remembered hope from back in the day when my biological dad used to sell drugs and hangout with tweakers and shit. Hope was bad news, and always fucked people over.

Unfortunately, Dawn is such a nice old lady and she let them stay for a bit. She didn't really give them permission to move in, but they did anyway. They had brought their clothes and shit and moved themselves into her shed without really asking.

At first, Hope was super nice. She was still able to have food stamps, so she spoiled us all by buying junk food and candy. Her son obviously had ADHD or something, because although young, he was WAY too impulsive. Instead of getting him Adderall or something ( since she supposedly didn't want him "hooked on pills"), her solution was giving him weed. Illegally. We didn't care too much because smoking weed at that age in my town was sadly normal, and we decided to mind our own business.

During the time Hope and her son lived with us, she didn't clean much, her son trashed the place, she hot the animals when they didn't want to be let by her and she blamed stuff on me and my sister. Now for context, me and my older sister have no job. Were seventh and eight grade drop outs because we couldn't afford school and my mom needed to buy us birth certificates because our old ones were stolen. We couldn't get a job because we had no car to get into town and we had no ID to get a job.

So me and my sister pulled our weight by cleaning up the house for hours on end, taking care of the animals, feeding the strays, cooking, hanging up the laundry, all that shit. None of the adults were home most of the day because my mom had to go to California for her fiance because he'd just gotten out of jail for leaving the county without permission from his parole officer.

So since my mom and her fiance Boe were in California, Sam was working all the time, and Dawn was dealing with law stuff, my sister and I were stuck home schooling my ten years old brother and sister and taking care of the house.

Hope, to say the least, was a tweaker to the full extent. She didn't do much around the house, and when she DID happen to clean, it was with this weird Shark mop steamer thing. If you guys don't know how tweakers act, they sometimes gets these sudden bursts of motivation to do something weird like mess with electronics, eat a bunch of food, or in her case: clean.

She would drink endless cups of coffee, flood the coffee machine, and then bitch and complain, implying that me and my sister didn't do shit. The irony was that she always caught me and my sister whenever we were taking a break, so it did look like we sat around all day and watched Tv.

But her son had seen us clean. We'd FORCED him to help us, because all he did was make bombs and smoke weed.

Around the first two weeks, it was clear that nothing was going to work out. Although Dawn smoked weed and drank, and even gambles at the casino from time to time for a brief stress relief, Hope encouraged her to do it more and more and more. To the point that she was just taking advantage of Dawn, manipulating her, and using her.

Hope would feed Dawn lies, encourage her to drive in her newly bought vehicle and drink despite the fact that Dawn already was already on parole for a DUI, and just spend all the money on cigarettes, casinos, and junk food that wasn't needed.

During this time, KB would get in constant fights with my sister. He was an immature, annoying, infuriating kid and even though he was only fourteen and had a had life because of his mother, he knew what he was doing. He knew he pushed buttons and continued to do so.

Hope complained about her son not listening to her and cussing her out all the time, but when we actually tried to tell on him to Dawn for things he'd done, Hope would get all defensive and lie for him. It just didn't make sense.

All when this was happening, a few of Dawn's cats got sick and one ended up dying. She was so busy with court stuff and important stuff and she was never home because of it. So I would take care of her sick cats by syringe feeding them water and medicine every hour for DAYS. I would have to find canned chicken and pumpkin because solid foods just wouldn't be eaten. She loved those animals dearly and she had no time to take care of them, so I did it for her.

The cat ended up surviving thankfully, and he was so clingy to me because of it as well as the other animals because I was the only one taking care of the animals while my sister cleaned nonstop. For context, Dawn had five elder dogs, a big litter of months old kittens, six adult cats that went outside every now and then, the two dogs in heat in the kennel that belonged to her son, Sam's two dogs (one of them being an untrained puppy), Dawn's son's tortoise, Dawn's bird, and my own cats. All of that rounded to about thirty-two animals to take care of, not including the strays, so I already had my hands full.

Hope and her son had their shenanigans that had only gotten worse, but I had other things to worry about when my female cat got sick. She was the one that had gotten attacked by my eldest female cat and the scratch from under her eye had been infected. It had grown into an abscess thing, that I was thankfully able to drain on my own, but had left her with an upper respiratory infection, meaning it messed up her breathing.

I had medicine to strengthen cat immune system, but I was too late to realize and she was badly sick. She was still breast feeding at this time so I'm pretty sure she'd gotten parvo as a secondary infection, and her milk or close proximity with the kittens had gotten them all sick.

My sister's male cat had gotten sick from her too, badly, and we ended up moving all of the cats out of the camper and putting them into big dog kennels outside to get some fresh air. Only my eldest male cat was not sick, but I didn't want to take any chances so I deep cleaned that camper and fed him medication when he looked dehydrated.

In a span of three days, I ended up losing my second eldest female cat, all of the kittens, and my sisters male cat. They adults had both only been less than three years young, and me and my sister cried for hours and hours. Fortunately the lots of attention and care I had given to all of them wasn't totally in vain because I was able to save just one kitten.

I gave him a bath, put him with his mother, and thankfully, oh so thankfully, I was able to take my eldest cat named Kitty from out of the attic and move her back into the camper. I was so greatful that she showed no aggression towards my last living male cat nor the kitten, and she was able to move around. She had zoomies for days and I wasn't even annoyed that she would wake me up in the middle of the night with her noise because I was so happy that she was happy. My eldest cat Sammy stuck to her for days, as well as the kitten, that I let my sister name him since he was the kitten of her own male cat that had passed away.  She ended up naming him Beep because she said he just looked like a beep, lol.

So now my cat group bad drastically cut down to three, but I was just greatful that they were able to survive the virus.

But my happiness never stayed for very long, because not too later, Hope and her son's bullshit had just been building and building and now it felt like me and my sister weren't even welcome in the house anymore. Trying to befriend KB and show him how to be a genuine person was useless because although he understood what he said, his views were so far from what they should be because his role model was a wannabe rapper that sold dope.

His name is Travis. Travis is a friend of Hope, and he had helped them out a few times when they were in tough situations. Travis is also like a nephew to Dawn, they're like family. But KB had told Travis that me and my sister were bullying him and so now Travis treated us like we were strangers. Travis used to be cool and buy me and my sister flowers just because he wanted to be nice, but now he just... distanced because he was being fed lies. Just like Dawn was.

Nobody saw the things Hope and KB were doing, except Sam. Sam had a bad past with Hope, but he was willing to put it behind him because he didn't want KB on the streets with his mom. But he saw it all. He tried to encourage us to keep quiet about t, it just deal with it even though it even made him angry, but only because it wasn't our house, it was Dawn's, and she already had a lot on her plate. But my sister couldn't stay quiet no matter how hard she tried, and she had a fight with KB.

We pretty much just swept everything under the rug and existed around each other and got along but we pretty much all hated each other. And it wasn't like we could talk it out, because me and my sister choke up at confrontation due to past childhood trauma with our real dad. So we just dealt with it.

Then finally, the final wave was when Dawn's second son came out of rehab and since he had no place to go, came to her house.

Great. A fetenyl user in the house. How peachy.

Except he wasn't a problem for me and my sister because first thing in the morning, our camper is being knocked on my CPS.

Yeah, I wonder who fucking called. Totally a mystery.

Anyways, as sad as it, my sister was good with dealing with cops and shit, so she was able to get them to go away. Supposedly someone had called for the twins (our ten year old sister and brother) and said they hadn't been in school. Which they weren't, but I had been home schooling them. The social workers had used their names as well, so it was obvious that someone we knew had called CPS on us.

My sister immediately went to the house after CPS left, shouting at all the adults in the house and demanding who called. None of them knew and tried to calm her down. She called my mom in California and my mom was on her way back home to pick us up.

We had been anticipating on moving to California but not like this, not so soon.

Sam was busy with his car he was working on but he did his best to comfort us and calm us down. And while my sister and I were stressing on what to do, Hope, Dawn, and Dawn fet addicted son were having the munchies after taking some of her son's "good weed from reno". Me and my sister were pretty sure it was laced with fetenyl without Dawn's knowing.

Usually weed made them all dopey and lazy, not super hyper and loud. In a span of five house, they were high as fuck, me and my sister were trying to pack our things, and hope had let Dawn's son's dogs out to roam the yard, and they ended up nearly killing a kitten because those dogs have never been around cats before.

And guess who had to be the one to save that kitten from two fully grown pit bulls? Fucking me and Sam. Because everyone else was high and Hope had irresponsibility let the dogs out without checking if all the kittens were inside.

That night, I made dinner since the adults were all passed out. Clearly from drugs. Around dinnertime, cops came for a wellness check on my younger siblings and y'know what Hope said? She said — "there's a shit load of cops outside, get down!"

...

Are you fucking kidding me?

So since my older sister is the only FUNCTIONING unstupid adult (just newly twenty, BTW) she had to be the one to talk to the cops (only TWO of them, not a shit load), while Hope lingered, while Dawn had to call her parole officer to let her know what's up, while Dawn's son hid in the backroom because he had a warrant, and unfortunatly, Sam was at work.

They did a check on my siblings, said everything was fine and it wouldn't be an issue, and then they left.

That night when everyone was asleep, we left to California without saying goodbye. We had to leave our camper and our cats behind because we had no space but we left lots of food and lots of water. We planned to come back the next day anyway.

Skip to us being in California, these really nice people help us with a living situation since we didn't have time to buy a house yet, they fed us, had NO DRAMA, and they were just the nicest people ever, I can't even exaggerate.

My mom and Bo were working for them tho, so they were super busy cutting fire wood here and selling it for money to help pay them back and feed ourselves because we didn't want to mooch off of them.

We ended up saying a few weeks longer than planned because the car was messed up and it took a lot of money for gas since the trip was ten hours to Dawn's house and back.

We'd asked Dawn and Sam to take care of our cats though, and to please not touch anything in the camper or let anyone else in. They'd happily done so for a few weeks.

I was so relieved that my cats were being taken care of while we were away, preparing our newer and way bigger RV that is as big as a real house when it extends...

And then Dawn got arrested for another DUI for an errand that Hope wanted her to do.

And then Dawn's son got arrested for "assaulting KB" or something like that.

And then Saw was kicked off the property for "stealing car parts from Travis's car".

And since nobody was there to take care of our cats, we had no choice but to use all food money on gas. And when my mom and Boe got there to pickup my cats? Hope kicked them off the property.

Someone had ransacked our camper (likely Hope) left a window open, and the older cats had gotten out. On the streets. The kitten Beep was left behind and thankfully my mom was able to grab him before they were kicked off.

I was so fucking sad to get that phone call. I had been missing my cats, anticipating them finally coming home to a bigger, cleaner, and nicer place than they're ever been to before. Only to hear that they weren't coming home.

I know that Kitty could survive. She used to be a street cat before my oldest male cat went missing a few years ago, so I had stopped letting her outside but she used to be an indoor and outdoor cat. But my Sammy isn't the smartest cat. He's a literal scardy cat. But I know he sticks to her like glue, so if she survives, then he will too.

Beep came home, and he had showed signs of his lingering sickness and lack of thirst but I used the rest of the meds I had and he'd gotten better.

A month had passed and Dawn had just recently been let out of jail. She seemed to have gotten her shit together, because she finally realized how shitty Hope was.

Dawn had texted us, and told us that nobody, not even Hope had contacted her at all during her jail time. Dawn came back to all of her animals skinny and starved, two kittens had been killed by the kennel dogs because Hope had let them out again, Hope had used all of Dawn's disability money, KB had destroyed many many antiques that Dawn owned and smashed them all, he'd also cut down one of her trees for some reason and they had somehow smoked the entire two huge marijuana plants that Dawn planted for her disability pain. Hope had  stolen our clothes from our camper and even some of Dawn's. And lastly, Hope had tried to blame it all on us. Even though were literally in California.

All in a month.

Dawn called CPS on Hope, is now pressing charges for all the stolen money, and is completely sober from alcohol and weed. She hasn't seen my cats but she apologized for everything and promised to put food and water outside just as she always has and keep an eye out for them.

Today, I don't know if my two adult cats are okay, or where they are. But Beep had gotten bigger and very healthy. We're currently still situating our living situation and still money tight, but I'm trying to be positive about everything and just pray that things will work out soon.

Thank you for reading this far, none of you had to read any of this but I just wanted to let you all know why I've been so absent on social media.

Bless you all, and I'm thankful for all the support you guys have given me so far!!

TwT

[jxckyx3]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58835752/chapters/162702925

This is third (and final) part of the first 2p au that I did.

I feel like the ending was too exclusive, so I'm making a third part to end it all off better.

OwO

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Ship: David harem

AU: Gang • 2p

Setting: Las Santos

Type: Fluff • lemon?

Warning⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains swearing, implied eating disorders, unhealthy work habits, sexual themes, sexual implications and other mentions or situations that may trigger, or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

[jxckyx3]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58835752/chapters/159293311

Sorry I've been home so long! Got real busy once the year started!

At least I still had time to write this tho!

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Ship: Nogla harem

AU: Team 6 • Hybrid 

Setting: Team 6 house

Type: Angst / Comfort • Fluff

Warning⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains swearing, implied depression and other mentions or situations that may trigger, or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.