I’ve Moved.

i’ll be moving to @heartshakcr now! feel free to unfollow me here and follow me there to make me happy.

i got a couple drafts done which makes me happy and i’ll get to some more tomorrow. but i would love love love some replies to some open starters especially this and this! 

      “ DAYS OFF ARE for sleeping in, ” she complained taking a tighter hold of her pillow as she duvet was pulled from her. a long exaggeraeted sigh left her lips as she pushed herself up. “ fine, fine. i’ll get ready but you better go make me some coffee or you’ll be wishing you never tried to spend time with me. ” she flashed a quick, sleeping grin towards her before standing up from the bed.

      MINNIE NODDED SLOWLY as she listened to him, still finding it a little hard to believe that he was actually willing to help her. she didn’t really believe in until she hears and saw people leaving her house. a sigh of relief escaped her lips, hands finally drying her face as sthe tears stopped falling down her cheeks. pushing herself up from the floor, minnie checked the bathroom mirror to see the mess the crying had done to her face. she used cold water to try and cool down her face, drying to with a towel before she left the bathroom. “ thank you. for that. you actually made what had me in tears look easy. ” she saiid, trying to joke about it to make herself feel better - to lighten the situation. “ and i’m sorry...that you had to see me cry... and you don’t have to stay to help tidy up, you’ve already been a big enough help. i’m sure i can get it looking somewhat normal again. ” of course she wanted him to stay and help, and maybe not just because it would be a big help to her, but she couldn’t just expect that he would. she had to gvie him an out. 

      DAWON WAS MANY things but she never thought she would be a cheater. partly because she never thought she would ever be in a relationship but mainly because she didn’t want to follow in their mother’s footsteps. and yet, since the first time to found comfort in their arms, every fight she had with her boyfriend led her straight back to their door. she couldn’t bring herself to stay away, no matter how hard she tried. there was something about them that always had her coming back, had her picking fights with her boyfriend to come back to them, to be with them. her fist raised to knock on their door, thrice and then another two times. it was her knock.