#kiaan

“In the past, Christmas celebrations for the Coldwell household was not about love, or sharing, or being nice. Heck, it wasn’t even a proper celebration. They would host parties for the community and put their best faces, pretend they were the perfect family. But this year it was special. All the siblings were under one roof, surrounded by people they loved. And this time, they would actually be merry. No heels, or gowns, or insincere greetings. Just happiness, fluff and fun. If we’re being honest, this was truly their first Christmas. Hopefully, this was just the beginning”

Wishing you all who celebrate an actually Happy Christmas! Love, Carolina.

It’s been over five minutes and he’s been floundering like a fish out of sea. If someone told him he was just flapping his gums then they’d be a hundred percent correct.

 “So, I mean.. you’ve heard of the birds n’ the bees, but have ya heard of the.. flies n’ the.. the...” His hands gestured around in the air with more vigor than necessary while he tried to find a word the rhymed. “The squeeze? That.. doesn’t fuckin’ make any sense- but neither does the fuckin’ birds n’ the bees. Who thought that was a good phrase idea, huh?” 

Stalling. He was stalling like his life depended on it. 

A big breath was taken in and blown out as a sigh. “Anyways, what I’m tryin’ to say is the, uh, thing- heat. Y’know ‘bout those?”

Happy Pride Month ⮞ Bridges Burn + Pride Flags

Gus and Kiaan 1/2

K: “Stop fidgeting,” August’s boyfriend warned. Boyfriend, he thought. Kiaan was now his boyfriend, and the whole world knew. His smile still made the butterflies jump on Gus’ stomach, and what a nice feeling it was. “I know you’re nervous, but seriously, you got this. And I’ll be by your side the whole time.” G: “I know you will. But I can’t help it.” K: “I wish I could say I understand.” G: “And I’m so glad you can’t. Anyway, distract me.” K: “The new bed arrived yesterday. Mom was finally able to sleep through the night. She got up to make breakfast for the first time in months. That’s thanks to you.” G: “I didn’t do anything,” he threw his hands in the air. “You bought that with your own money.” K: “That I earned thanks to the job you got me,” he commented with a smile. G: “All I did was put you in touch with my sister, and she was impressed. I didn’t ask her to give you the job. She decided on her own. You did it yourself,” he assured him. K: “I don’t think I ever would have gotten an interview without your interference though. But I’m not complaining. I’m grateful. I make almost twice as much as before and it’s only one job, not to mention the benefits. It may even cover all my mom’s meds. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop,” he joked lightly. G: “There isn’t, I swear. Look, after all we’ve been through, I think we earned the right to a little nepotism, don’t you think?” K: “Absolutely.”