#sorry dude we thought you were a patient thats why we were all confused and asking who you were here to pick up for

[anartificialsatellite]

A student came in to shadow my boss wearing a white shirt, tie, a backpack, and a nametag and I definitely thought he was a Mormon missionary and said so when someone asked who was at the door and I was mistaken.

[sunaswife]

A Suna Rintarou Series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 16!!! next chapter might be the smutty smut.

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc eight-slide two: Suna Rintarou 🖤

“I heard you started dating some guy in the soccer team. Congrats I’m happy for you.” Suna fake smiled at the girl in front of him. “Oh shut up. I know what you’re doing.” Jamie fake smiled back and his smile dropped. “Okay great. So first order of business, the bet is off. No if’s but’s or maybe’s. I quit, and the twins quit as well.” He immediately got serious and she laughed. “I knew that’s why you called me here. You want me to keep quiet so I don’t spill the beans huh?” She smirked with a brow raised. “Yeah.” Suna deadpanned but she just stared, she wanted to hear him plee and beg.

Suna bit the inside of his cheek as he stared at the girl in the eyes. “Listen.” He started and her brows rose in amusement, she was listening. “Y/N. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. I swear. She is so kind and patient. She’s smart and funny. She’s perfect, my perfect. I feel so bad for treating her like an object and even treating you like one too.” Suna’s voice lowered. He was obviously embarrassed, society said “boys will be boys.” Always giving an excuse for the stupid shit they do.

“I learned my lesson, I found a strong and independent girl who is my number one motivator and supporter. I don’t want to lose her. I want to tell her about the bet but I know she’ll be upset so I want to make sure we all agreed to end it before telling her.” He spoke honestly. “Damn you really are a fucking simp.” She snorted but he didn’t pay her comment any mind. He’s used to it.

“Fine. I don’t really care about her so I don’t mind.” She shrugged and he smiled. “Friends?” He asked and stuck out his hand for them to shake. “Wait—nevermind. Y/N will get the wrong idea.” He chuckled nervously and moved his hand to grab the fork and eat his cheesecake. He was honestly so happy that Jamie would stay silent. Now the second issue is when to tell you. Before nationals? That’s probably for the best. But what if you’re angry throughout the whole tournament? That’ll cause an issue, and he doesn’t think he’ll have the privacy to properly talk to you about it. “Can i have a bite? I regret not picking a pastry.” She pouted. “Knock yourself out. I’m not in the mood to eat sweets anymore.” He said and slid the plate. She grabbed the fork and immediately took a bite. “Oh I hope your girlfriend doesn’t mind that we shared the same form.” She teased and he rolled his eyes.

“What did we miss?” Atsumu asked as he and Osamu sat down on the booth. “She’s keeping it between us. The bet is off.” Suna spoke up and Atsumu layed back against the chair. “Oh thank god, I was feeling so bad with every month that passed by.” Atsumu sighed. “Me too.” “Me three.” Suna finished. “Well, it looks like I gotta go meet with my boyfriend. I’ll see you guys at nationals.” She fake smiled again and they waved and she was gone. She wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“I felt like so much weight was lifted off my shoulders.” Suna covered his face with his elbows rested on the table. “I’m so fucking happy.” He said and Osamu patted his back.

“Me too dude. Me too.”

“Okay okay okay! Please be gentle they’re delicate...ATSUMU NO!” You yelled as he shook the box. “What is it a puppy?” He asked and you shook your head in disappointment. Suna chuckled at Atsumu’s stupidity and he looked down at the medium sized box in his lap. It had his name on the top right corner with a heart replacing the dot in the letter i.

“I want you all to open it together.” You instructed as you gently placed Atsumu’s box on his lap. They all unwrapped the boxes and Osamu was the first one to pop out his pocket knife to cut the tape thats keeping the contents inside secured. He tilted his head in confusion when he saw a bag of soil, an index card, a pot and some flower seeds.

“Maybe you got the wrong gift?” Atsumu asked as he took Osamu’s pocket knife from his hand and cut his box as well but he was met with the same thing. The same bag of soil, a different colored pot and some different seeds. “Did you get the same thing?” Osamu asked as he and his twin turned to Suna. His box was already opened as he looked at the seeds. “Is there a reason we have literal dirt in our Christmas box. I mean I know we’re not perfect but I think this is worse than coal.” Atsumu said and you giggled.

You excitedly hugged your legs and rested your chin on your knees. “I always try to be creative and my friend gave me a flower book not that long ago. Different flowers have different meanings. I thought it was beautiful. So I wanted to share these with you. Each flower type represents my individual relationship and feelings with you. It’s on the card.” You said and they couldn’t stop their blushes.

Why are you so fucking adorable?

“Do we read them outloud?” Osamu asked and you shrugged. “If you want.” You replied honestly and he nodded. “Ooo lemme go first!” Atsumu said and dramatically cleared his throat. “Chrysanthemum: represents friendship and support. Aka I’m always going to be there for you, boke.—Hey! That ending was uncalled for.” He whined and you laughed along with his twin and your boyfriend. “It’s the truth, ‘Tsumu. Nothing but the truth.” You shrugged and he scowled. “At least the flowers are kinda pretty.” He muttered and Osamu glared at him as he impatiently waited for his turn. “Can I talk now or yer still uttering bullshit?” He asked with a raised brow. “Shut yer trap!” Atsumu said and nudged Osamu with his shoulder. “No fighting in my parents house please. If they found out I had a Christmas get together here they’d kill me.” You warned and they stopped.

“Alstroemeria: represents friendship, good fortune, and prosperity. Aka you better give me all the free onigiri I want when you open your restaurant.” He read outloud and snorted “Nope, on the contrary I’ll charge you more.” He smirked and you nudged him with your foot with a pout. “Hey I thought you said no fighting.” Atsumu pointed out and you nudged him too. “Shut yer trap.” You mocked but before Atsumu could even reply your boyfriend began to read his card. “Sunflower: Represents adoration and pure love—“ “Ha gayy.” Atsumu interrupted but you grabbed the hood of his jacket and pulled it over his head and you pulled the strings. “Shut up.” You said.

“Aka, Roses are red. Sunflowers are yellow. I’m good in bed, will you be my bedfellows?” He said and your eyes widened as well as the twins. “Y/N! You naughty naughty girl!” Osamu yelled and you tried to grab the card from Suna’s hand. “I DID NOT WRITE THAT I SWEAR!” You yelled, Suna kept dodging your grabby hands on his precious card so you decided to tickle his armpits. “Y/N no! I’m sorry I’m sorry! Stop I’ll stop!” He laughed and you took the card from his hand. “Read it!” You said and shoved it in Osamu’s face, “Aka, I love you bitch, ain’t gonna stop loving you bitch.” He read outloud and Suna tried catching his breath as he layed on the carpeted floor defeated.

“Y/N-chan, I can’t untie this...” Atsumu said quietly.

This was definitely the best Christmas ever.

Previously

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Masterlist

A/N: I don’t celebrate Christmas so I just did the gift exchange ☺️

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[aestheticsuwu]

🌁Escape from the city and follow the sun ☀️

( part 2 of Okinawa trip AU)

.......

She knew her Dad planned the vacation to give her a break but she knew deep down he just wanted a new scenery just for a little bit . When he offered she instantly accepted , maybe they would make some good memories for her to look back in the future .

She was excited to tell the rest of her friends about the trip , and she wasn't expecting Robby having an interest of Okinawa . Guessing her father and Robby had that connection of the Myagi Do History . It was cute how he was rambling telling her and Demetri fun facts .

And When Robby had stayed for dinner he wanted tell Sam more of what he had learned . She was more than happy when Dad had asked Robby if he wanted come .

..... .....

" Robby would you like to come with us ? "

He knew his mouth was hanging open , the question surprised him . He wanted to say yes but he also knew that the trip was only for Mr. LaRusso and Sam .

" That would be awesome but I don't want to intrude and Mr. LaRusso you planned it for you and Sam . "

" Well I want you to go with us and I know Sam wouldn't mind . Your part of the family Robby,  you know that . And Don't worry about Johnny,  I will talk to him . So what do you say ? "

His heart always felt warmed when Mr.Larusso would remind him , He was like another Dad . He knew there was times he had to catch himself to not call him Dad . It Didn't help now that Mr . LaRusso and his actual dad were dating . Looking at Sam smiling at him encouraging him to accept , he gives them both a smile .

" I would love to , Thank you . "

And if he hugged Mr.Larusso longer than he intended and thought he could live with two dads for all his life nobody needed to know .

...... ..... ...... ...... ..

They were all at the dojo taking a break from class . He was in the middle of Sam and Miguel while Demetri was sitting in front of him . All were talking about the lesson but they noticed Demetri wasn't talking . And they all knew he constantly talked . Robby noticed that hawk was with the other students , usually he was with Demetri .

Turning to look if Sam and Miguel noticed but guessing by looks that Sam was glaring at hawk and Miguel concerned look . He guessed he wasn't the only one .

" Demetri did you and Hawk fight ? "

He asked him , Sam and Miguel begin to questioned also .

" Did he hurt you !? "

" I don't think Hawk  would hurt Demetri , Sam."

" Wouldn't be the first time , Miguel ! "

" But Hawk changed and I know he wouldn't do it again . "

He interrupts them before anyone would notice their little argument .

" Guys , let Demetri tell us . Let's not jump into conclusions , I'm not big fan of Hawk but let's give him the benefit of the doubt . "

All three watched their friend to answer patiently . They sometimes forget that Demetri didn't react well to being rushed. They had to be patient with him .

" He didn't do anything , I just i-i-i.  I'm having problems at home but it's fine .

The three watch him stand up as his Dad calls them to fall in and break was over . And he knew he wasn't the only one of the three worried and by the looks of Hawk he was also worried.

...... ...... ..

Running up to catch Demetri she ask him if he can come over to her house to help her pack . Smiling as he agrees she discreetly turns around to give Miguel and Robby a thumbs up. Giggling went Demetri waves a goodbye , and Miguel and Robby try to act discreetly as if they unaware of Sam's idea 

.It was cute , she was glad that both Robby and Miguel got along now . Realising they have stuff in common decideding to have a truce , Now they were friends . Both were big softies , funny and loyal the plus side they were Hot .

The three agreed Sam would be the one to talk to Demetri . Knowing her and Demetri was more closer , He was the one who helped her deal with her panic attacks . She helped him with his feelings for a certain Mohawk boy , although she didn't understand why him . But she guessed know one would be good enough for her Demetri . She loved him like a brother.

Don't get her wrong she loved her little brother but her and  Demetri understood each other.  Thats why she had to get the bottom of the problem .

" Is it cold in Okinawa ? ,  just in case take a couple sweaters and coats . Better safe than sorry right . "

As Demetri pulled out her clothes , she decided  it was the right time to ask .

" Dem , you know you can tell me anything right , even if it's bad . Im ... We are worried about you and its not just today that we noticed . I just want you to know that i got your back "

" I know , I just ... I been having problems with my mother . She doesn't understand why I forgived Hawk , so I tried to not bring up anything around her . She's usually not around , so I invited Hawk over , we were playing video games and catching up . Guess who decided to show up at the moment Eli tries to kiss me "

Her heart broke watching her friend struggle , he paces around the room and she knows Demetri is trying not to break down . She goes up to him and hold his hand .

" It was so embarrising , she threw a fit saying I was ruining my life . kicked out Eli , wouldn't be surprised he didn't want talk to me again . Said pretty much I'm a disgrace to keep it short . I'm sorry  "

 

She hugs him as tight as she could , she got teary eyed hearing Demetri cry . She was so thankful for having her parents , it wasn't fair people had to go through .

" You don't have to be sorry ok , She's wrong she doesn't know you the way we do . You can stay with us today , and if hawk doesn't speak to you I know Robby and Miguel will knock some sense into him . "

Later that night her Dad tells her about including Demetri to the vacation . She tells him he's the best dad ever . She goes to bed listening to Demetri talk about Hawk message and the plans to the trip .

..... ...... ....

At first it was confusing and hard to adjust to her parents being divorce but once realise she realised they  were both  happier with other people . She came to terms with it , she got to talk to Miguel and Robby about their parent dating each other .

Miguel was glad her mom was happy with someone that knew how to cherish her the way she deserved . Robby wasn't mad or bothered that his dad and her dad were now dated . He just didn't like how he would constantly see his dad flirt with her dad .

When Johnny had accidently called his father Bambi in front of the class , he saw the way the blonde tried to get her father to forgive him all day  . She thought Mr . Lawrence wasn't bad after all.

Carmen and Johnny was a nice addition to the family , she gets to spend time more with Robby and Miguel .

...... .......

 

Miguel was excited to wake up as 4 : 00 in the morning and wait for sensei to pick him up . He never thought he would ever go to the trip with Mr. LaRusso . His mom was also going with them , the best part he was going with his friends too .

Saying Goodbye one last time to YaYa , he climbs inside the car saying hi to everyone . Falling asleep while sensei drives hoping they wouldn't crash .

" Were here , Everybody out ! Let's go ! . "

Walking up to the airport , as everyone follows their Sensei guiding them and telling them to keep an eye out for Mr LaRusso  . Turning to Hawk , he was surprised that his friend had managed to have energy to do his hair .

" This is going be fucking awesome dude , only sucks that we have to wake this early . "

" Yeah , we should thank Mr.LaRusso for inviting us and try not to start any fights with anyone meaning Sam or Robby . I know you dude . "

" Right , and I'm not the only that starts them , Who you crushing on now , pretty boy or the princess , or both "

Pushing hawk , as he says his comment with a smirk , He can't remember why he was friends with him now .

" Shut up , I don't know what your talking about . "

" Yeah and that why your blushing "

It only seemed right to flip him off and maybe push him to the floor if he didn't had found Mr. LaRusso and him mom .

" Sensei their over there , Oh My mom arrived to "  He told Sensei ,  pointing at the opposite direction , they all decided to  run towards them .

....... ....... .......

He think no one would ever get used to seeing both Senseis making out . They all showed their disagreement of the PDA even Amanda and Carmen were laughing for their childish behavior . Seeing as his dad signaling to the store the class showed their excitement as they cheered remembering Mr. LaRusso promise .

Robby didn't know what to decide on , the rest of the class had money their parents had given them . And he didn't want to ask Mr . LaRusso for money he had already bought him the ticket and clothes and not to include his suitcase .

" we can share something if you want , my Yaya gave  me extra money .  "

Turning to look at Miguel and Sam , He wanted to reject the idea but he guessed it wouldn't hurt .

" Hey pup get anything  LaRusso is paying , goes for you to Miguel . Keep an eye out on them little LaRusso . "

 

God his dad always had to embarrass him , he didn't mind him calling him that but in public was big No . And by the giggling of both Miguel and Sam they could tell he was blushing . He totally deserved some Oreos for this .

...... ..... ...

Everyone was vibrating with excitement as they got off the plane . Phone filled with selfies on the plane , Laughing along the random ideas to do in Okinawa . They couldn't wait for their adventure to start .

But then they lost Mr . LaRusso who was the only one that knew the place after they all got distracted because it seemed Hawks stupid products weren't here .

" Dude calm down , I think you could get some gel or whatever you use here too . "

" Miguel , I love you bro but right now I'm trying to find my shit . Hey ! What are you all laughing about  ! "

Once sensei had enough of the bickering , he told them to fall in line to find their missing Sensei  that was once spotted outside with two other people .

Waiting for a big cab for everyone to fit wasn't the best but as they were driven to their location . They were all memorized by the beauty , it seem like no picture can capture the beauty of it . Well not to Sensei apparently he rather look at the beauty of Mr . LaRusso.

He had to admit that was the best line he had heard from his Sensei .  He liked how everyone was smiling and Laughing . He also totally noticed the blush on Hawk and Demetri as they both were sitting to close . He was totally going to tease hawk as payback .

 

Sidenote : Part 2 of the Okinawa trip AU. Sam , Robby , and Miguel Pov . Sam and Demetri sibling dynamic . Next is binary boyfriends moodboard . Excuse for my shitty writhing

[spohkh]

miracle on cornelia street [dean/castiel]

so BASICALLY sarah @adanceinasnowglobe and i were talking about what everyone would be up to post-series -- yknow, like, now that theyre all safe and healthy n everythings cool and destiel is officially together. yknow. as happened in canon -- and we were like so obviously destiel get a house, and thats kind of the basis of this verse so !! this is the foundational fic for what i HOPE will be a series of fun lil day-in-the-life drabbles, from both me and sarah!! 

ehehehe :-) enjoy!

read on AO3

The house is a quaint thing, sitting low and snug under a pair of shady oak trees in a quiet suburb just outside of downtown Lawrence. Its brickwork face is weathered—definitely in need of a good power wash—and the roof is just as worn. The bottom step to the porch slants unevenly, and the porch itself has cracks in the concrete. There are chips in the paint on the window frames, the iron porch railing is rusting, and who knows when the gutters were last given a proper cleaning.

There’s a lot of work to be done, but standing there in the small front lawn, Dean Winchester can’t say if he’s ever seen anyplace else so perfect as the house at 3767 Cornelia Street. Dean’s house—his home. His home with Cas.

“Can you believe it?” he quietly says to Miracle, who has been sitting patiently by Dean’s leg. Miracle tilts her head and wags her tail. Dean looks back up at the house. “Yeah, me neither.”

The sound of a familiar car rumbling up the road snaps Dean out of his reverie. He rubs a knuckle at his eye and clears his throat and tries to look like he hadn’t been standing in his front yard about to cry while talking to his dog, christ.

The car rolls to a stop on the curb just in front of the house. The driver’s side door opens, and Sam slowly unfolds his ridiculous limbs as he gets out. It’s always a wonder how he can fit himself into a car at all. Sam gives a dorky little wave as he ambles over to where Dean is standing.

Dean peers behind Sam, trying to see into the car. “What, no Eileen?”

“Hello to you, too. Dick,” he replies snarkily. “She’s wrapping up a work thing. She’ll come over when she’s done.”

Dean sucks his teeth in disappointment. “Ah, well. Guess you can go home then.” Sam shoves at his shoulder. Dean just laughs and pulls Sam in for a proper hello hug.

“Why are you standing out here, anyway?” Sam asks when they part.

“Can’t a man just hang out in his own front yard? Accompanied by a dashing canine companion?” He leans down to pat Miracle on the head.

“I guess…” Sam looks down at Miracle. When she tips her head up and gazes back at him, Sam snorts.

“What?”

“Miracle on Cornelia Street,” Sam says with mirth.

Dean squints at him. “What?” he repeats, now more incredulous.

“You know—like Miracle on 34th Street. But we’re on Cornelia, so.” He nods down at the dog. “Miracle on Cornelia Street.”

“Dude.” Dean rolls his eyes at Sam’s goofy grin and starts walking up the path to the house, Miracle trotting behind him. “Shut up and come inside already.”

Sam follows after him, pausing just inside the threshold as he spots something on the doorframe. “Oh, classy,” he says, throwing a sardonic look to where D.W. and C.W. are scratched into the wood.

“Just wait,” Dean jokes with a toothy smile, “when I got the time I’m gonna draw a little heart around it.” He was joking, but now that he said it, he kind of wanted to.

Cas looks up from the stove when they walk into the dining room. He’s wearing one of Dean’s old AC/DC tees, the logo all but worn away from being washed so many times. He’s usually in some ratty tee or other when lounging around these days. But in honor of Sam’s visit today (Cas’ words) and to seem a little more dressy short of donning his usual button-downs (Dean’s private opinion), he’s also wearing the cable-knit cardigan Sam got him as a gift last Christmas. “Hi, Sam.”

Sam leans against the counter that separates the dining and kitchen areas, craning his giraffe neck to catch a glimpse at the stove. “Hey, Cas! What’cha cooking?”

“Nothing. Dean made it. I was just watching the pot so it didn’t boil over.” He locks eyes with Dean, his intent stare very clearly communicating I did not touch the chili I added nothing I did not touch the dial I was just watching it like you asked so don’t even start.

Dean just smiles as he walks past the counter and steps into Cas’ space. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, and busses Cas on the cheek.

“You’re welcome,” Cas replies warmly. He’s gazing up at Dean with those summer afternoon blue eyes, standing in one of Dean’s shirts and that dorky cardigan, and Dean starts to get full of that feeling from out in the front yard again. If they were alone, Dean would probably say something recklessly sappy like I am so stupid in love with you.

As it is, Dean clears his throat and turns back to Sam, slinging an arm around Cas’ shoulders, and says, “He did the salad.”

Cas sneaks him a knowing look before, thankfully, putting his attention on Sam without commenting on Dean’s hasty redirection. “I did the salad,” Cas agrees blithely, and places the salad bowl on the counter for Sam to see, seeming pleased with himself.

Sam looks between the two of them, an amused tilt to his eyebrow that Dean implicitly distrusts. He’s definitely thinking mocking thoughts about the two of them. But he just quirks a smile and says, “It looks great.” Shrewd little diplomat.

Cas shifts to the side to see past Sam’s shoulder. Sam glances behind himself before shooting Cas a confused look.

“She’s still at work,” Dean tells Cas, guessing who he’s looking for. “Sadly.”

“What, am I not good enough?”

“Of course you are,” Cas promises earnestly, just as Dean says, “Well…”

Sam’s opening his mouth to retort, probably something absolutely scathing, when his phone chimes. He pulls it out of his pocket, a smile spreading over his face. “Speak of the devil,” he says, then tips his head with a grimace, “as it were. That was Eileen. She’ll be here soon, so I’m gonna go wash up.”

“Bathroom’s down the hall—“

“Dude, I know where it is. I did help you guys move in.”

Dean spreads his hands in assent. “Fine, christ, I swear never to be a good host to you in my home ever again. Go ahead and go take your dump now.”

“I’m not gonna—ohmygodnevermind.” He turns on his heel and huffs down the hall, Miracle trotting after him, the tags on her collar clinking together jauntily.

Dean reaches past Cas to turn the burner off, then lands his hand on Cas’ hip. “Have I told you today how cute you are in that sweater?”

“Yes.” Cas brings his hands up to cradle Dean’s face. “Four times.”

“Make it five.” Dean kisses him. He pulls Cas into a hug, pressing his face against Castiel’s shoulder. They sway into each other. After a warm moment, Dean says in a low voice, “The first family dinner in our house.”

Cas hums a soft, contented sound in agreement. “The first of many,” he responds, just as quiet. Dean squeezes him tighter. He knows they’re both thinking about Jack and Claire, their bedrooms sitting empty and waiting for whenever they can find the time to visit—and Kaia and Alex and Jody with Claire, if they can, and Charlie and her girlfriend, and Bobby, and all the other wayward extensions of their sprawling family caught out in the wind. Their house isn’t big enough to host everyone, but with Sam and Eileen up the block and the bunker just a few miles out, there’s plenty of room to put up people who come out their way. Dean has the hope that 3767 Cornelia Street becomes a common pitstop for folks—a suburban Roadhouse, a tidier (much tidier) Singer Salvage.

Dean presses a kiss against Cas’ neck, and Cas breathes a sweet little sigh that pushes all thoughts about future dinners right out the window. Fuck, this dinner could go out the window, for all he cares. He kisses a little higher up, right under Cas’ jawline, before pulling back to catch Castiel’s darkened gaze. “How ‘bout we ditch the nag and go have a private party of our own?”

“Dean, no. I worked really hard on that salad.” He sounds perfectly serious, but the playful glint in his eye gives him away. Dean snorts, mumbling oh, forgive me, Chef Cas as he leans in again.

Just as they kiss, Sam walks back in. “Hey, I think something’s wrong with your sink–- oh, sorry.”

“Huh?” Dean reluctantly pulls away as Sam clears his throat, looking sheepish. “What’s wrong with what, Sammy?”

“Uh, with your bathroom.”

“The bathroom? Oh, what, you clogged the toilet?”

“Wha— N—  I DID NOT SHIT IN YOUR BATHROOM.”

“Then how did the toilet get messed up?”

“It’s the SINK, the SINK—”

“You took a shit in the sink?”

Cas pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dean…”

“What? He started it.”

“Started WHAT?”

Dean snaps his fingers. “The end of the world.”

“Oh! My god!”

“I guess technically, yeah, since god is our kid...” He turns to Cas. “Weird, weird lives we lead.”

Cas just shakes his head, clearly exasperated. Sam has given up on speaking completely and has fallen back on making a gesture like he’s one second away from grabbing Dean by the throat.

“I was there for all twelve years of it,” Sam says to Cas, “and I still can’t believe you stayed with this guy.”

“Well,” Cas muses serenely, “you’ve been here a lot longer than me.”

Sam grimaces when Dean throws him his best shit-eating grin. Nothing like his two favorite people bonding over how much of a pain he is.

The sound of the front door opening distracts them, and then a voice calls, “Knock knock! The life of the party has arrived!”

“Eileen!” Sam exclaims happily. Miracle takes off down the hall, Sam hot on her heels.

Dean chuckles at Sam’s unabashed excitement, then gives Castiel another peck on the cheek before moving away from him. “Can you put everything out on the table? I’ll go check out the bathroom sitch real quick.”

Cas catches his hand as he starts to leave, softly saying his name. When Dean looks back at him, Cas smiles and says, “I love you.”

Dean wonders if maybe three time’s the charm and he should just give in to what his body wants him to do. If a man has a right to stand around and cry messily anywhere in his own home, surely the kitchen would be the place to do it. The kitchen, after all, is the heart of any house.

But Dean doesn’t. He indulges in a little sniffle, Cas’ eyes glimmering with knowing in the soft light. Dean brings Cas’ hand to his mouth and kisses the neat gold band around his finger, and he kisses each peaked knuckle, and he turns Cas’ hand over and kisses his palm and his wrist. Then he lets go and puts his own hand against Cas’ cheek, and says his recklessly sappy thing: “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

And the glowing feeling inside him doesn’t settle, only grows brighter.

Whatever’s wrong with the sink will be just one more thing to a long list of shit to deal with. Their house needs work, no denying. But Dean knows they’ve got plenty of time.

[hu4ngs]

found you through wattpad! since you've never written a jeno book, can i get a enemies to lovers au for jeno?

helloooo hahahahah! thank you for requesting

• so first things first, we should get to the bottom of the reason why jeno even hates you and vice versa

• it would be a lot of factors but the main factor would probably be because you’re as annoying as a middle schooler

• you were in phase, where you’d try so hard to be the teacher’s pet, so it just makes you annoying

• jeno doesn’t do a lot of his homeworks, so he’d always get detention for it

• you hate him simply because he hates you lol you don’t really know why he hates you but the feeling’s mutual baby

• so now you’re in your senior year of high school, you’ve toned down the annoyance

• you’re not really a teacher’s pet anymore but your name still leaves a good taste in their mouths when they talk about you

• jeno was still as lazy as ever, though he’s actually trying this year since he wants to graduate

• but he’s failing LMAO thats what happens when you don’t pay attention in class until the last minute kids

• so anyways, you’re not the only person jeno has beef with. in fact, his advanced algebra teacher hates him too

• “how many times are you gonna fail my class, mr lee?”

• jeno at this point was already mocking his teacher as he started blabbing about how he’s gonna fail and he’ll have to stay for another year

• “put your head in the game or i’ll call your parents.” he warned

• jeno almost shit his pants when he heard that

• anything but his parents

• so that day he goes to the smartest person he knows, renjun

• “dude i need you to teach me algebra please i’ll pay you”

• renjun was shocked

• jeno???? genuinely wants to learn???? it’s the end of the world

• renjun, being the smart guy he is, he agrees. he is desperate for $$$ anyway so

• but 3 weeks into the constant classes renjun realises he couldn’t take it anymore

• he doesn’t have the ideal patience of a teacher, because he was slowly losing his mind trying to teach jeno simple mathematics

• “hey jeno, it’s nothing personal or something, but like, i really can’t do this anymore”

• jeno felt like his heart SANK

• “why”

• “it’s been three weeks and we’re still learning the same topic. i can’t take it anymore”

• “i’ll pay you more”

• “no that’s fine”

• so that’s how jeno became tutor-less again

• jeno looked so defeated and heartbroken, and it made renjun feel bad, jeno is his good friend after all

• “i mean, i have a friend, they can tutor you, if you want?” he offered

• jeno went ecstatic again

• so renjun gave him his friend’s number

• so jeno immediately texted the friend renjun mentioned

• “hey i heard you’re tutoring for advanced algebra”

• “yeah who’s this tho”

• “lee jeno from class 5-B”

• then there was a long pause

• jeno was like ???? hello ????

• and then after a really long time they replies

• “you sure you want a tutor from me? i’m y/n from your class”

• jeno was fuming

• it’s literally the loud, annoying ‘middle schooler’ in his class

• so now jeno’s torn between passing his class or feeding his ego

• he chose the first one surprisingly

• so you two start meeting up

• he gets agitated by everything you do and you’re just like ????? hello??? you’re stupid without me ????

• so this routine goes on everyday, and everyday jeno just realise you’re not as bad he thought you’d be

• it’s because you’re really patient with him, and most importantly you’re not giving up on him,,,

• now he’s touched and feels bad for being mean to you

• today isn’t any different

• you arrived, and you hand him the iced tea

• he’s shocked

• “what’s this?”

• “you’ve been studying hard lately. you deserve a treat”

• jeno could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat

• but he didn’t think much of it

• at least until nighttime came

• and he couldn’t sleep

• he’s thinking about your ice tea, your act of kindness around him, your constant assurance that he’s doing fine, he’s thinking about you

• then he felt his heart skipping a beat again

• i didn’t take him long to realise he’s attracted to you

• now he’s back to think about you. your smile, the way you’d hit his head when he says “i don’t know”, the way you’d apologise for that, the way you laugh

• oh no

• but he’s sure you’re just doing this bc you’re nice

• you probably don’t like him back

• but it’s worth a try right?

• no!!!!!

• basically you’ve kept this poor boy up the whole day

• now he’s cranky at school

• “so who are you gonna ask out for prom?”

• jaemin was nudging him that morning

• jeno’s annoyed that he’s being bothered and that he had forgotten all about prom

• but it’s alright prom is like a month away

• “leave me alone”

• “i’m thinking of asking y/n out”

• “no!!!!”

• oops he yelled

• jaemin is stunned

• “whats wrong with you?”

• jeno doesn’t wanna answer that

• so he looks away, totally ignoring the confused jaemin

• then during lunch, the prom topic arose again

• chenle and jisung weren’t going they’re planning on playing video games on that day

• renjun was gonna ask his classmate out

• haechan was gonna go solo

• now its just jaemin and jeno

• jaemin was still thinking of asking you out

• it’s not that he likes you or whatever, but you two are chemistry partners and he thinks you’re a fun person

• and he’d love to have fun on prom night too

• jeno wants to take you out too

• b u t

• he just has a strong feeling that you’ll reject him

• plus jaemin is also gonna ask you out!!!!!

• jaemin, aka the biggest flirt ever!!! is going ask you out!!! how is he suppose to impress you over jaemin!!!!

• after much thinking jeno decides to just man up and ask you out the simple way during his lesson later

• he came to the conclusion you’re a simple person, and you’d probably hate something too big as a promposal

• so you two are in an empty classroom again that day

• no ice tea today, though bc you were running late

• but its ok. today jeno bought you peach tea

• there was also a sticky note on the can asking you out for prom

• it wasn’t much, but oh well

• he was fiddling with his fingers while he waits for you

• then you finally arrived

• “sorry i’m a little late”

• “you’re always late”

• you shoot him a look

• jeno’s always like this though

• “shut up” you told him

• he laughs nervously

• you notice the drink

• “you bought your own drink today i see?” you said

• your hand stretched over to the can to see what he drinks

• you thought maybe next time you’d know what to buy him

• as you turn the drink around you saw the sticky note

• “go to prom with me, y/n?”

• with a cute little flustered face he drew at the bottom of the sticky note

• you’re shocked

• you’re sure this dude HATES you

• whats going on

• you’re flustered AS HELL

• jeno’s also flustered now

• “is this from you?”

• you finally ask

• he slowly nods

• “but… why me?”

• jeno was surprised you’d ask that

• “what do you mean ‘why me’? i can’t think of anyone better to ask out to. you’ve been the kindest person to me this whole time even though i was acting like a semi-asshole to you most of the time. and i don’t know, y/n, i guess after all that kindest and patience you’ve shown me i kinda fellinlovewithyou”

• he’s nervously laughing,,, he can’t believe he just gave that long speech

• “you’re IN WHAT with me?” you yelled

• “i SAID i might have fellinlovewithyou OKAY”

• your face is red as hell now

• so is jeno’s

• so you two are just sitting across of each other, faces red

• “well… honestly, at first i was only nice because you’re paying me to teach you… but after a while it became a habit? you’re not a hard person to tolerate with.” you admitted

• please stop showering him with compliments this boy is a blushing mess ok

• “so… is that a yes to prom?”

• “are you crazy? of course its a yes!”

• jeno is an awkward boy his love was return so now what

• so he’s just awkwardly fiddling with his fingers now

• and you’re like ?? wtf

• and then hes like “wait… do you um… lovemeback though?”

• and you’re like wat

• “well it’s too early to use love, i do like you though”

• and then jeno pause for a minute, before deciding you liking him is fine too

• “so by saying yes to prom will you also say yes to being the love of my life?”

• “yes… but you need to stop being so cheesy though”

[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

Also I noticed, mom's engine is kind of fuel proof.

And when I say engine, I mean her temper. Thats why Dad would always break it down to me when I would ask "What's wrong with momma?" And he would break it down to me like a list of groceries, and where everything else would hidden under a car hood. But I think mom would prefer the word table. Because she wouldn't like the idea of being compared to a car.

In Daddy's instruction manual, he was in coach mode. He figured her out. And it took awhiillllleeeee for him to get to understand her fully on why she would do the things she said, and acted and reacted the way she would do or wouldn't do....especially had she not have drank around certain times of the day when she was upset, frustrated or just having a headache.

I know this sounds like my mom is an alcoholic and I would tell you she's not. But she still has this thing like one would do, but she would probably suggest to me that its just stress and wine, and that I don't know what I'm talking about. Because any type of criticism, and I mean aannnnnnnnyy type of criticism from me, my dad, or family in general....hurts her.

And she hates that thing about me where I can just know what's going on and what I need to do to not get hit or lashed out at by her words. I don't need to her to tell me what to do. Because I hate talking to her when she's upset and don't wanna see her get triggered again. There's been times where she would put the foot up on the gas and blast right through us like we weren't there listening to her every word, every comment and not being able to block her words killed me every time. So I would just zone the fuck out, to not be mean back to her. Either that or leave the room. Because lets be honest. I don't wanna endanger myself by adding fuel to the fire by reacting to an adult who sometimes does/sometimes doesn't has control over her temper. I'm even having a hard time typing this out because it makes me paranoid to even say anything bad or wrong about her. Because she wants to be seen as perfect, even in front of her friends, family members we don't know, and company.

I know neither of my sisters like putting on this facade of fake smiles and everything...and I think maybe my sisters thought I was over exaggerating when I would tell them "hey you need to clean this up before your mom sees it" and then they would say "like yo, just chill. I got it" and I would get cranky, upset, and confused so much for tolerating this big sister role, that I would go in my room to confront my emotions about this alone. Because if the reason why I was upset or crying didn't make sense to my mom, she would look at me like I was stupid, "Like what's the point in crying over that. What's the big deal?" Because even after I told her I was dealing with grief because I had to cut off some friends with whom I was deeply attached to (and loved) she said "What grief? You didn't lose anything?"

Daddy had to reassure me that she just wasn't the innocent-playing control freak who was insensitive to her daughter's emotions. She hated seeing me sad all the time, going up to my room, not wanting to spend time with my family because I was depressed. She thought I was just being rude and irritable for nothing. When I finally told them why after having a panic attack about me just being depressed and I wasn't getting back to happy fast enough for mom and them, it stressed me out. Because they wanted to feel better, when all I wanted to do was cry, (cringe warning) white cake icing that had been sitting in the pantry for like a year, and compulsively watching anime and korean dramas. And of course thats when I started doing music as a coping mechanism.

But any who back to my original intention to say...

Mom has a fuel tank, with an engine light, and a reader.

The more things that trigger, it gets added to the pot. Like she's not over the top neat-freak, but things add up. And Daddy was making a lot of sense about why momma cried when I told her the chocolate chip cookies she made were too crunchy when I was maybe 6 years old. I shut my mouth after he told me. He didn't yell at me, but I kinda wish he did. I told her I was sorry and she hugged me for understanding. That's probably how I started using context clues a lot better in most english literature classes. I had to survive my childhood with my mother. Escape the belt, escape the "whoopens" escape control, escape everybody telling me to do this and this right the first time or else.

Momma is sensitive too. Just like me. Cause I'm her daughter. And I think I became more entitled for her to take care of me and my emotions as I got older. Because I blamed her lack of care for my emotions and attention, when all I was doing was keeping myself out of harms way. It was either by feeding her negative emotions with kindness. Problem and solution. More compliments, complimentary breakfasts, cooking for something new or especially different, talking to her to make sure she was in a good mood first to talk, because I know she gets uninterested and cold if she talks. Kinda whatever I saw my Dad do for her to make her feel better, I would try to mimic that. He was like my calm down, cheer me up kind of guy. He would listen, understand, be patient with me if I was upset or just emotionally frustrated. But tantrums he would get more aggressive to get me to stop embarrassing him if I was upset in public, so I had to be quiet then and just let the teardrops drop and shut up. Because I hated disappointing my father too. Especially if mom had already made me feel bad for not pleasing her or not looking pleasing enough to go out to eat. She was very picky on clothes, and my taste was different from hers. I think maybe we were just too similar on wanting things the way we wanted things to go. Maybe I started turning into her, once I started dating these other people who I thought reminded me of these little piles of quarrels and abc debates with my mother. I don't like to argue, but I guess I have a fiery engine too. The little things add up and it gets on my nerves after awhile. Sometimes I can't think straight and just talk it out if I'm so damn frustrated. So I have to leave the room and handle the way my father would have wanted me to. Which was to not fight, to not lash out, don't let nobody get in your face, don't put your hands on them unless they put your hands on you. He made sure of that when I was going to school. He didn't want me to end up like him with a bad record of getting into fights with kids in elementary. This guy was a beast back then. He even challenged the big dudes, because of his height at the time. Especially if it was for justice for somebody talking shit to him. He wasn't taking no bullshit. A lil bulldog with aggression, that later on turned into passive as he got older dealing with the workforce. He probably saw some shit with corporate and certain types of people that he had to deal with. Dealing with people like that to pay bills and you got kids at home, I could see why he would find another better way to talk over someone who thinks less of them, because he figures people out too at work. Once he does, you can't fuck with him. He won't give you a reaction. He tries to see the logic of it so he never ever lets his emotions about something get to him. He moves forward and turns his heart off. Brain on. Like a robot, coming to an absolute conclusion so he never has to face that again.

That could be why I say I'm like a cool blend like my mom and dad. When Im hot, im like hot, coffee, acid,aggressive, passionate, fiery like my mom. Dad, he's cool guy, people smart, cold, blue, smooth, fast, speed, control, logical, offensive linemen, defensive line. He's a football guy, quarterbacks think in sight and what they observe. They have to learn to be on their toes. You can't fool him or lie to him, unless you changed. Like I did.

[glowstickhaloboy]

i just spent an hour typing this klance sleeping beauty/witch AU in a text

one day lance wakes up in a forest with few memories and no idea how he got there. He stumbles upon a stone dias with a veiled, sleeping young man on it and figures he’s dreaming and that’s got to be the part of himself that’s going to wake up eventually. 

Then a bear comes crashing out of the trees, and Lance knows he can’t let the bear hurt himself or... himself?? Whatever. So he manages to draw it under a loose boulder and then topple the rock down on it. Then the bear transforms into a big brown man who says his name is hunk and thanks lance profusely for changing him back. 

“The wicked monarch lotor doesn’t mind using curses on anyone, no matter how insignificant,” he says. Then he sees the sleeping person on the dias and asks if he hurt the prince, and lance is like ??? 

So hunk explains that lotor cursed the rightful heir to the throne to sleep forever, then brought him into the middle of the woods so he would never be found, and hunk, the unfortunate stable boy who had been tasked with transporting him here, had been turned into a bear to attack anyone who got too close. 

At this point lance is like, “wait, im not dreaming?? And that dude is a real person?? Okay so uhh sounds like this monarch is totally evil and we should get this sleeping guy back on the throne??? Whys he asleep how do we wake him up??”

And hunks like “shrug.” 

So lance is like “WELL ive got quite a reputation for being a dashing hero” 

“oh really whats your name” 

“uh, the names LANCE” 

“GASP LANCELOT??” 

“Ye-! What, no, who is that wtf” 

“oh then ive never heard of you” 

“whatever shut up you’ll have heard of me after we pull this off together, lets get this guy to a town or something and tell the people whats going on, that way theyll know lotor is a fake” 

“oh its not going to be that easy,” says hunk, ever the man of exposition. “lotor has guards everywhere, at gates and bridges and checkpoints on the roads to every town, nobody can get in anywhere with anything secret, especially not so blatantly carrying a body”

but then they meet a group of smugglers!! Led by allura and pidge, the strategist and the genius, who agree to help lance because of lotor’s ridiculous taxes + security. 

“But” says pidge “theres no way we’ll help you when he’s like this. You gotta wake him up first. He’s practically dead, we’re not going to smuggle a corpse, its useless. Coma patients cant lead kingdoms.” 

And lance is like “idk?? How??” 

And hunk is like “drop a rock on him” 

and lance is like “NO HES A PRINCE” 

and pidge is like “no curse is foolproof, theres got to be a way to break it” but doesn’t offer any helpful solutions so lance sighs and goes to hang out with sleeping Keith to see if he cant come up with something.

The smugglers helpfully offered a tent to keep the prince in so it doesn’t cause much of a ruckus among their crew. Lance enjoys the privacy because he’s starting to doubt that he can pull this off, and he apologizes to Keith for that even though he knows Keith cant hear him, and lance explains that he doesn’t know a lot about himself but he feels like he has a history of letting people down and he’s sorry, he’s sorry, but he’s going to try his best, and maybe providence will smile upon Keith and everything will work out anyway, and if lance fails he is at least a necessary stepping stone to restore Keith to the throne. 

He falls asleep there, and when he dreams, he’s inside a beautiful palace watching a man with a prosthetic arm write a letter at a desk. 

“That’s my brother,” says a voice behind lance, and thats... Keith walking up into the room, talking to him?? so casually?? And the man writing the letter cant seem to see or hear them at all? And Keith continues, “his name is shiro. He’s feeling particularly frustrated lately because theres nothing he can do to stop lotor from screwing over our people. He was supposed to inherit the throne. After one year as king, he sent supplies to the kingdom of a sworn enemy while their people suffered from starvation, and lotor got the council to label him a traitor and revoke his right to the throne. I was the only heir left. And, well, you know what happened to me.” He smiles and lance is still like WHAT THE HELL?? And Keith says “you’ll figure it out. I trust you” and lance can feel himself waking up so he misses the next part and only gets the word “witch” before he’s back in the tent and Keith is still passed tf out and he has NO IDEA how to break this curse, so he asks hunk if there are any witches nearby. 

And hunks like “shrug” 

and lance wants to bash his head against a wall. 

But allura overhears and is like “im a witch lol” and lance is like “YOU CAN DO IT THEN YOU GOTTA FIX HIM” and allura is like “?? i’ll try but I have no idea how I would even begin” and lance is like “ANYWAY I CAN HELP I WILL” 

so he hangs at allura’s elbow all day while she stirs potion after potion, consults books, consults Pidge, attempts to cast spells, and nothing’s working, so the day passes and she gives up for now and says she has to rest, and lance reluctantly sees her out of the tent and falls asleep himself. 

This time he dreams he’s in a witch’s tower, and he knows this must be the witch he needs to find, but it’s empty. He doesn’t know who lives here or where they are, and yet it feels familiar, and then Keith appears again, and lance wastes no time in asking where they are this time. Keith shrugs and says this must be one of lance’s memories, Keith has never been here before. 

And lance looks around in confusion like, “one of... my... memories??” before it clicks why he knows this is a witch’s tower without even looking around, and he remembers the tree outside the window and the apples that could be magicked inside from the branches without even leaving the comfort of the couch, and thats because its HIS witch’s tower. He’s in his home! 

And as if to prove it, he spins around and sees himself perusing his own library with an apple in hand, humming, and Keith smiles at him and says, “Witch,” before lance wakes up again and this time he understands, he remembers, that he is the only person who can save Keith, and that is why lotor cursed him with memory loss in the first place!! 

He also remembers... a lot of embarrassing thoughts he’d had pretty much his entire life... lance had followed the prince’s progress from afar, had attended his coronation and offered his services consulting as a court sorcerer (which the royal representative lotor had always overlooked with disdain because they HAD a court sorcerer, thank you very much, and honerva had more life experience in her little finger than a little spell-monkey like lance) and when the prince went missing, lance toiled over a solution, and he came to the new regent, lotor, and proved that he’d crafted a spell with the power to locate one’s truly heartfelt desire, and then he proved that his desire was keith’s safety, was keith, and then everything went dull and fuzzy, and then he’d woken up in the forest. 

And all of this is to say-- lance does not know how to break a sleeping curse. 

He only knew how to find Keith. Why did Keith have such faith in him? He would try anyway. He would brew a remedy so powerful it HAD to work. 

when pidge comes to check on him next morning, lance informs her that he has a lead on the prince and is not to be disturbed, and he spends all day sending hunk and allura out for ingredients, tugging out his own hair, briefly crying, then scraping himself up to keep working, and just as he thinks he might be on the right track, theres a scream outside, and then more, and lance doesn’t want to leave the cauldron but he has to make sure the camp is safe-- and it isn’t. 

Lotor’s armed guards have raided the smuggler’s camp and lotor himself is there too. Lance knows he has only one chance. 

He dashes back into his tent to finish, knowing full well that lotor saw him and theres no time at all, and then half the tent spontaneously begins to fold in on itself, and the cauldron is knocked from its briar and the potion! Most of it spills out, and lance, without thinking, takes the rest into his mouth because he doesn’t have a flask, and if he has to feed it to the sleeping prince like a baby bird then he WILL.

but lotor rips open the front of the tent before lance can make it to the bedroll and raises lance by the throat off of the ground. By force, he squeezes every golden drop out of lance’s puffed cheeks then casts him aside, preparing to finish Keith once and for all now that his secret is found out, (and in his mind he is thinking how nicely this will all blow over, to pin it on the smugglers and an unfortunate accident in the raid) but lance is swept up in a force of protective rage and creates a gust of wind powerful enough to uproot the tent, catch up lotor, and drag him away and pin him down. 

While lotor struggles against the fabric, lance scrambles to keith’s bedroll and prays that this will work, that theres enough remaining to have any effect at all-- and he presses his potion-coated lips to keith’s and wishes as hard as he can. 

and keith’s lips press back. 

And keith’s hand catches at lance’s collar. 

and lotor bellows in rage and lance sits up in wonder and the prince is awake and alive. 

He does not move like someone who has been lying still for over a year. He leaps to his feet, summons a dagger from seemingly nowhere, and meets the regent monarch head-on in a duel so fearsome that, when lotor is eventually defeated, his armored guard immediately drop their weapons and bow to keith.

Keith orders the guards release this camp (on the grounds that the laws they bent were unjust in the first place, and they’d harbored him safely in his hour of need), and then he finds himself and lance a horse and finally gets a moment to thank this witch who saved him-- and perhaps, if lance can forgive him for being somewhat useless throughout all this, he would like to accompany Keith to the castle as his court sorcerer? Of course, the mother to a traitor cannot serve the crown. 

And lance can hardly believe he’s being offered this new lot in life, because hes-- hes-- HIM. He never wins! But he has this time. He has.

He all but yells “YES” and almost makes an ass out of himself but reigns it in at the last second. They ride back to the castle together and are married later that year and live happily ever after.

[freckled-girl-2319-blog]

Part 1:

The trees whipping past me in a blur as I ran through the woods, I was running away. I couldn't remember why I was running but I knew I had to. A loud rumble cut through the air and the shaking of the ground sent me flying into a fallen log. I quickly looked behind me expecting to see something chasing me yet I saw nothing. I quickly got to my feet and started to run again this time faster. Another boom sounded but I managed to stay on my feet. I broke through the woods into a clearing, my lungs burned but my body kept pushing.

"Almost to the river" I thought.

The air smelled of grass and dew mixed with the damp smell of the earth. Another boom sounded out and a crack split open right before me. I fell backwards trying to stop myself from falling in. The crack expanded as I scrambled to my feet getting up to head the other way then another boom sounded out breaking the earth behind me leaving me on a small circle of isolation. Panicking I tried to calculate if I could jump across the cracks, just as soon as the thought crossed my mind the cracks enlarged greatly to a size I could not jump across. The smell turning to burning and ashes started to float into my vision along with embers. Looking into the crack I noticed lava. I scanned my surroundings looking for a way out. The lava was rising and if I didnt find a way out I was going to die. Another boom sounded out knocking me over the edge forcing me to grab onto the ledge, holding on for dear life. My fingers were slipping due to the wet grass from morning dew. I kicked my feet trying to find something to get my feet hooked in, anything that could possibly save me from falling. The lava was getting closer and my fingers were close to falling. I saw a flash of lightning and closed my eyes knowing what's next to come. I willed something or someone to come and help me. When the last boom sounded out I fell screaming. I could smell and feel the heat of the lava drawing closer.

I sprang up taking in deep breaths. My clothes were soaked with sweat as if the lava had really been close making me sweat. My head fell into my palms as I tried to calm myself. I've had the same dream every night for the past week, each night the dream went longer and added new parts. I couldn't help but feel the dream had something to do with my burning today.

A knock on my door startled me.

"Owen, honey its time to get up" my mother called in a cheery voice. "Its your burning day!" She cheered walking away from the door.

I slowly got out of bed. My legs felt like jelly and my heart was about to burst from my chest. I slowly walked out of my room making my way downstairs for breakfast with my mother. I walked into the kitchen to find a place setting for my mom, my father, me, and disturbingly my little brother. I stared at the plate set out for my little brother. A new chair accompanying the table for him.

My mom walked in to see me staring at the spot.

"I didnt mean to upset you or anything...I just think that he deserves to be apart of this day. He is your brother." My mother whispered.

I walked over to his place setting and ran my fingers down his plate as if just touching the plate would allow my brother back into this world.

"Its ok, I think thats a good idea." I whispered giving my mom a forced smile, walking over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. My mom gave out a sigh of relief and her face broke into a large smile.

My mom quickly changed the subject to something cheerier. "Your father will be home soon. He got the day off of course. Nobody not even the King could keep your father away on this day." 

Smiling I asked my mom if she needed any help to which she replied no shooing me upstairs to get ready for my big day.

As I was getting ready I heard my dad come through the door. I hurriedly got ready so I could see my dad faster. Racing down the stairs I reached my dad who was smiling big and holding my mom.

"Happy burning day son." My dad said with a grin. I ran to hug my dad breathing in his scent. Both my mom and dad specialized in weather spells. They both smelled like rain and snow. I grinned up at my dad who tried scooting his way to the kitchen for breakfast. Upon seeing my brothers sitting place his smile changed to a wistful one. He brought my mom and I closer and laughed.

"Why dont we get to eating? The food smells ravishing." We all quickly sat except mom who went to the kitchen to get milk and coffee. Dad was rarely home and when he was it usually wasn't for long. I talk to my parents about everything so my dad and I have a lot to catch up on.

"So Owen, how is everything?" My father asked.

"Well... I've been having these...dreams" I started. My father looked at me strangely.

"Dreams...what kind of dreams." My father asked not understanding why I brought this up.

"They are dreams I've never had before and I've never experienced any dreams like this ever." I was getting a little worried that my parents would think I'm crazy or brush it off as nothing.

"Son...when a boy..a man gets older they experience changes...and whatever your experiencing in your dreams are normal and its a completely natural thing." My father started. I looked at him confused.

"You dont really think!" My mom gasped and looked at me then my dad again. "He's having..wet dreams?" My mother whispered even though I could clearly here her. Now I was just embarrassed.

"No! That's not what I was talking about!" I exclaimed embarrassed.

"Son there's nothing to be embarrassed about, it happens to everyone. When I was your age-" I cut him off.

"Dad I was talking about a different sort of dream! My dreams are more like nightmares, really vivid nightmares!" I explained. My dad and mom looked at me serious, then started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I demanded. My dad went back to eating his food.

"Don't worry about it Owen, the dreams have to do with your specialty." My dad chuckled. I felt confused and clearly it showed on my face because my dad brushed it off again.

"It happens to everyone Owen dont worry about it." My dad stated. My mom and dad went on to a different conversation.

I nodded my head slowly and started to eat my food. We all joked and laughed, swapping story's of the two weeks my dad has been gone.

When breakfast was over my dad cleaned up as my mom and I went upstairs to get her ready. Just as we picked out a dress for my mom, my phone went off.

Mac: Dude, come to the park and bring snacks I'm hungry

Reading the message I laughed.

"Love you mom, Im going to bring Mac food." I laughed. I kissed my mom goodbye and grabbed the keys to leave saying a quick goodbye to dad. Making my way over to the park stopping at a convenience store for Mac's snacks. When I arrived at the park I saw Mac sitting on the swings playing on his phone. There were a few kids playing on the jungle gym while the parents sat on benches chatting and watching their kids. I took a seat next to Mac swinging myself a little bit. I tossed the food to Mac and watched his face light up.

Mac looked at me grinning. "Your the best!" He exclaimed digging into his food.

I chuckled."Yeah, whatever"

I watched Mac eat his food, patiently waiting for him to finish.

"Are yah ready for your burning?" Mac questioned, finishing his food.

I smiled at him."I'm excited, but no defiantly not ready."

"I understand, I was the same way when I thought about it, actually more nauseous than anything." He shrugged. "Nothing to worry about, it doesnt hurt too much."

I gave a sarcastic chuckle. "Oh yeah, that makes me feel better."

Mac smiled at me. "Dont get sarcastic with me or you'll regret it." He smerked. "Besides, I wasn't trying to scare you or anything. I mean its called a burning its gonna hurt a little at least."

"I didnt really think about it..." I admitted looking at the children playing. "You know I kinda dont want to be a weather specialist." I whispered.

"You don't?" Mac looked at me puzzled. "I mean I support you and everything, but its not like you have a choice."

I looked at him trying not to look annoyed. "I know I can't choose, but I'm really hoping I'm not. If I am that's tons of pressure, not only to be great and get a good job, but also to marry another weather specialist. I want to marry who I want for love not to breed for more weather magicians." I complained. "Also weather magic isn't that powerful and if-". Mac interrupted me.

"I know you want to avenge your brother and weather magic doesnt seem like the right magic to use." I nodded, agreeing with him. Mac was someone who could understand my need to avenge my brother. If I didnt avenge my brother then I would feel like that one moment would control my whole life, make me think back and feel horrible about the fact that I could do nothing.

Mac's face broke out into a smile.

"Why don't we go back to your house and prank your dad? Call it a welcome home present." He smiled deviously.

Smerking I nodded my head, jumping from my swing and throwing Mac's trash away.

When we arrived at my house I watched as Mac sneakinly climbed into my window. We couldn't let my parents know he was here, that would ruin the prank. I walked into my house, trying to act as natural as possible.

"Honey, your back. I was wondering if you could help-" I interuppted my mom.

"Sorry, I'm feeling a little tired so I'm going to take a nap to refresh for my big day." I lied.

"Of course. I'll just ask your dad." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left to find my dad. I arrived in my room to find Mac laying across my bed on his side with one of his hands propped up to be on his head and the other on his hip. He was smerking greatly.

"Owen, paint me like your one of your French girls." He exclaimed while striking a pose. I laughed and shut my door. Mac wiggled his eyebrows at me before sitting up into a normal position.

"Let's make up a master plan." He said deviously while tapping his fingers together like a corny villian in a kids cartoon. I scoffed and sat next to him giving his head a little push.

"My dad is helping my mom do something so we have enough time to think of something good." I explained. "And it can't be anything we have already done. So things like glue and pillow feathers, or paint on the door frame, are out of the question."

Mac pretended to put a thinking cap on, and made a very concentrated face.

"Well we could do a smack cam?" Mac questioned.

"Smack cam?"

"Well you'll call your dad upstairs to like help you with something and I'll be waiting in like the closet or something and he'll come in and I'll have a plate full of shaving dream and I'll smack it in his face." Mac explains rather quickly.

"That sounds messy......let's do it!" I exclaimed.

Mac jumped up with his fists in the air in a silent cheer.

"Great! Now go get the stuff but act inconspicuously. We dont want to be found out."

I snuck my way downstairs, my mom and dad nowhere in sight. I quickly grabbed the stuff and ran back upstairs.

Mac's face lit up when he saw the supplies. We got everything ready and Mac was taking his place in my closet.

"Oh hey!! Look at that, back in the closet where I belong!" Mac joked and winked at me. Laughing I closed the closet and called for my dad to come up.

I was in my bathroom pretending to be concerned about the shower.

"What do you need?" My dad called through my bedroom door.

"Come in." I called. "I need help with the shower, something's not right." My dad made his way in looking accusingly at me.

"What did you do to it?" He questioned making his way over. Just as he was going to pass the closet Mac jumped out and smacked my dad right in the face with the shaving cream. I started to laugh as my dad stood there shocked, then a smile broke out on his face. He started walking towards me. With his hands outstretched to grab me. I turned around and grabbed the shower head and pointed it at me dad.

"Dont come any closer or you'll regret it." I said laughing. He didnt stop getting closer so I turned the water on. My dad quickly ducked out of the way and the water sprayed Mac. Mac looked at me with a glare. Then grabbed the shaving cream. They both came towards me.

"No guys stop this isn't fair, it was Mac's idea." I pleaded, neither of them listened because then I was tackled and covered with shaving cream. We all looked at each other and started laughing.

My mom came in to see what all the ruckus was about and chuckled at the sight, instantly knowing what happened.

"Alright, boys its time to get going, All if you get cleaned up." My mom laughed. I instantly quieted down, anxiety creeping into my body as I thought about how the next few hours would go. Apparently I looked terrified cause Mac gave me a tap on my shoulder with a reassuring smile.

"I'll be here for yah."

I gave him a nervous smile. "Thanks."

We all got cleaned up and then loaded up into my moms small car and headed to the inner walls. Since my dad was a guard I was to have my burning in the inner walls of the castles surrounding ones.

The ride there was filled with my mom and dad's excited chatter of me specializing in weather magic. Mac and I were very quiet on the way there. Every now and I then I caught Mac looking at me with concern, no doubt making sure I was ok.

As we drew closer to the burning centre my anxiety got worse. I imagined the worse case scenarios. I imagined the burning not going right and I ultimately died from severe burns. I also imagined not being a weather specialist and my parents being not only disappointed but also disowning me, yelling at me wishing my brother was the one who lived. I also imagined being a weather specialist and going through life knowing that all my choices are already made for me.

Mac noticed me starting to freak out and grabbed my hand, a weird jesture but oddly calming. He gave my hand a reasurring squeeze and smiled.

He whispered softly to me as if trying not to scare a little bunny. "It'll be ok Del. I promise." The use of my nickname made me smile. Mac was actually a nickname, not actually my friends really name. His real name was Nuada, but we all just used his middle name. Mac was Irish so his name was hard to pronounce.

"Thanks Mac, just nervous that's all."

Mac squeezed my hand again in reassurance. The car came to a stop and my parents called for us to get out. Mac let go off my hand and started to get out. I sighed getting out of the car, my hand still tingly from Mac's grip. We all walked to where the burning centre was. The equipment looked like the really old 'witch burning' pits from old human stories. I shivered thinking of burning to death while everyone I knew watched unaware that something was wrong.

A middle aged women and two men who looked like bodyguards walked up to us smiling.

"Now which one of you is Owen?" The lady smiled. I timidly stepped forward, and gave an awkward wave.

"Uh...me."

The lady smiled knowingly. "Of course you are. Come this way, only one person is aloud with you from now on. Everyone else will have to wait." My parents looked at me telling me to make the decision. My parents didnt tell me I could have a person with me, they actually didnt tell me much. When Mac's burning day came around he was by himself. I was confused and in a daze, scared by the burning and just wanted to be comforted.

"Mac...please." I pleaded, hoping he would accept.

My parents didnt look the least bit surprised or even disappointed. Mac smiled at me wrapping his arm around my shoulder, trying to calm me down. The lady smiled and started to walk away, Mac and I followed waving my parents goodbye.

"Its ok, just breath." Mac whispered, rubbing my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down. "We dont want you having a panic attack, right?"

I nodded trying to keep my breathing steady. Mac was a person I trusted and I  could easily show my signs of distress. I didnt have panic attacks frequently but when I did they were very intense.

The lady took us to a room where they had laid out paint and other ritual items. Two younger ladies who looked about 14 were waiting for us.

"Ok, Jennet and Beatrice will take care of your symbols and get you ready. Now Mac can stay with you until you get tied to the burning stake, then he will be as close to you as possible." This time it was me who grabbed Macs hand, I squeezed his hand while staring at the floor. "Then right after Mac will be brought to you. We will try to make you as comfortable as we can." The lady gave a reassuring smile that I caught from the corner of my eye.

"Thanks, he is just nervous." Mac said politely. The lady left the room being very quiet. I stood in the same spot for a few seconds. The two ladies walked towards me.

"Hey, Owen? Right?" I nodded. "I'm Jennet, I promise that itll be ok. Just come over to the table we will get you ready and Mac will come over too. Ok?" I nodded again making my way over to the table. The ladies gestured for me to sit on what looked like a doctors table. I sat and waited for them to grab their supplies. They carefully drew the symbols on my face. A symbol for each specialty. When the burning happens the symbols change into whichever one the person will specialize in. Then you just have a bunch of the same symbols on your face. It can't get any clearer than that.

Mac smiled at me.

"What are you looking at?" I questioned wierded out.

"You look like a very good sacrifice." He laughed. I did not find this as amusing. Giving him my best glare, I silently flipped him off. He just laughed.

"I'm sure something will come to gobble you up! Maybe a vampire or a demon." Mac laughed making 'scary' jestures with his hands.

[thedoorispie-blog]

That reminds me of a crazy memory of when I was at the mental health clinic during halloween. there was this guy with fangs and he was convinced he was a demon. it was weird. and while i was at the health clinic he actually broke his teeth off in the bathroom. so his insanely large fangs were gone. and he said really weird things. idk i remember the exact conversation but we were watching casper the friendly ghost and he said i was saying strange things and then he asked me if i had worms in my hair and i actually did at the time. i was like wtf. I WAS tripping on somethihng, idk wtf was happening. i remember all of these gross things i did to test the limits of experience and some didnt make sense like i put my hand in the crack of the wall and closed my eyes and saw lightning. and i heard a pig squeal and felt like i was violating the wall. these are old memories. i also licked the wall. at the mental health clinic. it was perverted. long time ago. and my eyes kept rolling back wearing glasses at the time and the lights were affecting my vision and i was convinced if i didnt leave the health clinic i would become R.L. Stine and write about all the evil of the world and they had to let me leave as soon as possible. rofl and there was a cia agent who was checking to see how things were going. YES REALLY. and there was this black dude who implied he was the real president of america in a secret society or whatever and he said if i dared disrespect him i would be in big trouble. sorry i identified him like that. he said it because he wanted respect and to see how the mental health clinic was going. maybe he needed treatment. the guy in charge something bad happened....he freaked out idk why. he is supposed to be mandating the mental health talks and yes i was positive and happy but also manic so maybe he was confused or whatever about something in his life idk yeah there were wild iguanas outside of the building and he ferociously grabbed the iguana and wanted to kill it. he was manhandling it. aggressively it was bad. i didnt allow it to happen. i kept saying not to be abusive to animals its morally wrong. it was crazy. there was a time when some girl got slammed on the floor and there was blood and she kept accusing the iguana attacking mental health worker of sexually harassing her. so they gave her a shot. it was sad. im just saying thats why i wanted to move because the iguana crazy guy said not to go back there. and it was kind of threatening. so anyway they are very disorganized and i dont want to go there and be thrown five different pills and all of this craziness. im doing good now. sorry for rambling idk how this happened i just said I never talk.ROFL.  MAYBE CUz I was lonely. who knows. lol  there are parts of that mental health story that are so vial i cant even mention them. rofl.  I had chocolate icecream. XD next topic. no just as lipstick. I sound insanely disgusting. idk. do you want to hear this story?? also at the mental health clinic it rained and there was condensation on the window that looked like a hoook and i thouht of this scary person I heard of called Candy Man that shows up when rent is due hhahaa these are all thoughts that went through my mind. and I didnt sleep the whole night I waited in the lobby and I looked at the pictures of the artwork the mental health patients drew on the walls. I studied the artwork. nvm Ill stop talking about that. these are just things that happen when someone becomes manic their mind creates stories. 

[90sgrungewriter]

5. Untitled - Eddie Vedder

You woke the next morning with a small headache. You thanked god it wasn't too bad. You would just pop an advil before heading to work. You turned to see the clock read 10:26 AM.

FUCK! You were over two hours late! You flew out of bed and quickly noticed that Eddie was still sleeping on you couch, snoring softly. You took a moment to study his facial features, because you wouldn't get caught doing it if he was asleep.

Since when the fuck did you get so creepy?

His chest rose and fell, and for some reason made you feel very calm. It was quiet in your apartment, besides his light snores. His mouth was partially opened, and the crease between his eye brows was gone. He looked at peace, and for some reason, it also made you feel the same way. After a few minutes of mentally fighting with yourself, you thought, fuck it. You weren't even going to show up to your class today. Something you had never done yet, so not feeling as guilty as you probably should. You mentally high fived yourself for being such a good student.

"Dani?" You heard a small voice. That pulled you out of your thoughts to notice that you were still staring at Eddie, and he had woken up.

Great. Still caught in the act after all. Your silence and facial expression must've made it look like something was wrong. Eddie sprung up from his position to sit upright, blanket still half around his legs.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to leave? I ca-"

"No, uh..sorry I uh-" you didn't know what to say. You were just caught staring at some very sexy dude you barely know who spent the night sleeping on your couch. Thinking about it like that made it sound even more weird.

"I slept through my class. I'm two and a half hours late." you rocked back and forth gently on your feet.

Eddie's mouth formed a small O shape in realisation. He peaked at the clock hanging on your wall.

"Shit, are you gonna go now?" He questioned, removing the blanket from his legs to stand up. It was then you noticed he stood at least a foot taller than you. But that wasn't hard to do.

"No, nope. Fuck it, I say." You tore your eyes away from his and looked around your apartment. "I've never missed a class since I've started my courses. I think I can afford to miss a day."

He nodded, unsure of what to say or do at this point.

"Uh- I can make us some breakfast?"  you questioned heading toward the kitchen.

"Oh, you don't have to..I don't want to trouble you. Thanks for letting me sleep on your futon." You locked eyes again as you turned to look at him as he spoke. You nodded.

"Anytime man. Don't feel like you have to rush off y'know...unless you want to go, then thats fine to-"

"Maybe we could just go out?"

Huh? Your look of confusion must have sent him a clue and he quickly spoke up.

"Breakfast! We could uh...just go out for breakfast." He tore his eyes away and glued them to the ground.

"Good idea. If you thought my cooking was bad, you're right. It is." No point in fibbing. You were always a shit cook. You didn't want Ed to go just yet...

He laughed lightly and nodded his head. It was quiet for a few moments when his eyes darted quickly from your eyes down, and up again. For a minute, you thought 'fuck yeah he totally checked me out!' but then you realized you were still in your pj's. They had little donuts with smiley faces on them and a black t shirt. Not to mention you weren't wearing a bra. You wanted to crawl away (n brush away loose grounds... lol sorry had to) and die. Yup.

"I'm obviously not gonna go like this, and DON'T tell Stone I have these, he'll never let me live it down." You would be mortified. He laughed and held his hands up in defense.

"Alright, I won't tell a soul." He promised.

You quickly ran back to your room to change quickly. You were pretty hungry, and you were sure he was too, so you didn't want to make him wait around long.

You changed into a pair of old high waisted jeans, and paired it with a cream colored sweater that you tucked inside your jeans. You ran your fingers through your short hair so you didn't look like you woke up from a very good night before...

You opened the door to find him waiting there patiently.

"Alright I'm good to go." You grabbed your purse from the living room table and laced up your boots at the same time as Eddie.

You two were out the door, but when you stepped outside, you realised you didn't know where you's would go.

"Any place in mind?"

"You act like I've been here for more than 3 weeks." He said jokingly. You mentally slapped yourself. Duh.

"Touche. Definitely hanging around Stone too much." You laughed bumping his arm with your shoulder.

"I'll give you that one." He looked around the not so busy street.

"I know a place. Not far from here, never been but Sean swears by there breakfast burritos." You explained.

"Breakfast burritos?" He quirked his brow. Damn, that was cute.

"Mhm. Come on, I'll lead the way!" you saluted.

When you guys entered the small diner, there wasn't too many people. Which was nice.

You took a seat at a table, as a waitress came forth and gave you some menus.

"Drinks for anyone?" She asked, looking at you first.

"Just a coffee please." You thanked her.

"Make that two." Ed was observing the small diner. She nodded and left our table.

"So breakfast burritos?" He asked quizically.

"Breakfast burritos." You laughed. The waitress came back with our coffees and took our orders. She seemed nice, and was a pretty girl. It was cool that she had respect and wasn't hitting on Eddie either. Some faith in humanity was restored that day.

A few moments of silenced had passed, neither of you really knowing what to say. You cleared your throat, as he looked everywhere but at you.

Whenever you locked eyes, it was probably the funniest thing ever. Why? You weren't so sure. Maybe the moment, the situation. You were both so awkward with eachother that from an outsiders perspective, this was probably funny and cringy as fuck. Soon, the two of you were giggling like mad.  He had such a whimsical laugh, and it made your heart beat so fast and made you terrified at the same time. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this way, or if you had even ever felt this way before. Whatever the hell he was doing to you, it could not happen. Not right now. He broke things off with his girlfriend like two days ago. Even though he tried to play it off cool, you knew that she had meant something to him. Seven years is a long fucking time to be with someone you didn't really care about. There was no way he was interested in you like that, not right now. But you couldn't deny the attraction being present in the air. You weren't sure if  he felt it too.

You tried to stifle your laughter to speak. "Yeah, this is awkward isn't it?" You just decided to voice it now, because things probably couldn't get any more awkward. He nodded, our laughters dying down now.

"A bit." He shrugged his shoulders and looked down, tearing his eyes away from your own.

Within the next few moments, your waitress came back with your burritos. You thanked her, and looked at Eddie to find him staring down at the burritos. You giggled, and he looked up at you.

"The moment of truth!" You spoke as he grabbed the burrito in his hands. He took a bite, and the look on his face was priceless.

"Fuck." He said with a mouthful of food. Cute.

"Yeah, thats what I thought." You dug in to your own plate of food.

After that, things seemed to take a turn for the better. You talked about a lot of things, you rarely saw your mom as she moved to Cincinnati with her ex-boyfriend, (you knew that because she called you like, twice a year) which was fucking stupid and you wished she'd just fuck off and not call at all. The only thing she would do is talk about how things were going for her anyway. You told him how your father passed away when you were very young, and you talked to him about your art. He told you the story of his father, which was the inspiration of the song on the demo. You learned he loved to surf, and used to be in a Chili Peppers cover band. You laughed at that. He also told you about some of his friends from San Diego. The conversation was definitely flowing a lot better than it was and before you knew it, you were walking back to your apartment.

"So she looks to Jeff and just lets it rip man, I've never seen a guy get so roasted before. It was hilarious. I felt kinda bad but it was just funny at the time." Eddie was in fits of laughter over one of your high school party stories. Not that you had that many though. Stone and Jeff definitely went to more than you did.

"Wow, poor guy. She just walked in at the wrong time, huh." You nodded in agreement. The two of you turned up your street and you could see the infamous truck parked in front of your building. You wondered who it was. Maybe the guys thought Eddie got kidnapped last night or something. Or worse...they would tease you about getting laid or something. The poor guy was gonna be so red in the face by the time this confrontation was over, and you knew felt bad for him. Things would be pretty awful for you too though.

"Alright Ed, listen up." You pointed to truck and he nodded slowly.

"Thats Jeff's truck, right?"

"Yes it is. Now they're probably here looking for you. I mean, you didn't go home last night so...their feeble minds are probably going to assume we got laid or something" His expression became slightly worried, eyes darting down to your lips for half a second once again. You wished he would stop. It was making you feel things. "Just don't take anything they say personally. They know I wouldn't do that, and I'm sure they know that you wouldn't want to sleep with me anyway." You joked, laughing and punched his arm lightly. "They're just going to try to be funny. Don't worry about it." You reassured him.

"Yeah, I could see that happening. Alright, I'll be prepared." He smiled, his face turning a light shade of pink.

Things were definitely not as awkward and you could for sure say you knew him a lot better than before. He didn't seem to be as quiet or shy around you as much anymore, and there were less and less moments of silence.

The both of you made it up to your apartment. Opening the door you find Stone, Jeff and Mike sitting on your couch. Stone is the first to spring up from his seat as he heard the door being opened. Before you could even enter your apartment, he was already shouting.

"Dani! Eddie didn't come home last night and we think he might not be okay, like where would he have even spent -" Stone stopped mid sentence seeing Eddie trail behind me. His expression went from that of shock, to contorted in distaste.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." He sounded...mad? Thats not what you expected. You thought he was thinking you got lucky, congratulate you and tease you about it. You were pretty confused at this point.

Jeff stood and gently patted Stone on the back, but all he could do was stare at you. You were so fucking confused. You turned to look at Eddie whom had a confused look on his face too.

"How could you Dani? To me-to us? Why would you go sleep with hi-" You could NOT believe what you were hearing? What the fuck? You cut him off before he could finish.

"Stone, what the fuck are you talking about, us? What does that even mean? First of all, I did not sleep with Eddie." Eddie shook his head.

"Second of all, who are you to tell me who I can and cannot sleep with? Last I checked, you were my best fucking friend, Stone not my guardian." You were pissed. You could practically see fumes seeping out of his ears. Then, he fucking said it.

"Because I'm in fucking love with you! Can't you see that? Don't be so blind. I'm tired of pretending." He spat, and made his way over to the door. He swung it open and left your apartment.

Huh?

You didn't know what to say, or do. You just kinda stood there, trying to process this information. The guys were...right? Eddie was right... One of your best friends was in love with you, but you didn't feel the same way. How could you tell him that? It would surely hurt him, and thats not what you wanted to do. You wanted to make him happy but from the means of a friend. You were lost in conflict and started to feel a bit sick.

"I need to sit down." Your eyes fell to the ground and you slowly made your way over to your couch. You felt an arm slide around your shoulder to assist in leading you to the couch. It was Eddie. Once you sat down, he sat on the small coffee table across from you. Jeff sat to your left, and to his left, Mike. Jeff put a comforting hand on your knee and spoke up.

"So, what happend last night then?" He spoke, eyes darting between the both of you.

"Shouldn't one of us go after him? Make sure he's okay?" Your tone was filled with worry, completely dodging his question.

"Stone will be fine. He'd probably rather be alone for a little while." Mike stated, looking at you with concern.

"When I had got here Eddie left. I thought he was going home and I heard it start to pour rain outside, my window was open so I went close it. I seen Eddie standing at the old Mac's across the road. It didn't look like it was going to stop rainig anytime soon and it didn't." Eddie was nodded his head, confirming the events. "I didn't want him to get sick because you guys need him on that stage. So I asked him to sleep on the futon. Look, his fucking pillow and blanket is still there." You pointed over to it, as Jeff nodded his head slowly, understanding.

"I believe you. I was kinda hoping, y'know...but, whatever." He shrugged his shoulders, a playful smile on his lips. You punched his shoulder.

"What about Stone, you guys. How long have you known? What am I supposed to do? He's my best friend I dont want to hurt him. But I just...I don't...uh-" Miked interrupted you.

"Feel the same way?" You nodded. It was quiet for a few moments, until Jeff spoke up.

"He'll be okay. Just talk to him. It's gonna be hard at first but he'll come to terms and move on. Might take a while, but it'll happen. We've known for years." Years?!

"Stone will understand. As long as he still has you in his life, I think thats the most important thing to him." Mike encouraged.

"Thanks guys." You gave them a small smile.

"So where were you guys coming from? And hey, didn't you say you had a class today?" Mike asked.

"Yeah I skipped it. Woke up late." They looked at you like you had a second head.

"I know, I know. I never do that which is why I don't feel so guilty."

They laughed. "You always were a trooper." Jeff joked.

"So we were coming back from breakfast. I changed his world with breakfast burritos." You pointed to Ed and he smiled.

"Its true, those things were fucking delicious." He spoke truthfully. Everyone laughed. 

“Well, we should probably get going. I gotta work in an hour.” Jeff stated as he looked at the clock.

“Alright, I’ll see you sometime soon, okay?” You stood and gave him a tight hug, and he rubbed your back comfortingly. 

“Don’t think too much about this Stone thing, alright? He’ll be okay, just give him some time.” You nodded, letting go.

“I’ll go find him. I’ll call you later and let you know how he is, that sound good?” Mike said as he came to hug you too. 

“Thanks, Mikey.” You were so happy to have these guys in your life.

“You two have fun now! But not too much fun...” Jeff winked and slammed the door shut before you could even scold him.

You snorted. “What a bunch of buffoons.” Ed laughed, standing up from his seat on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry you had to be here to witness that..”You apologized, not meeting his gaze. 

“For what? You did nothing wrong.”

You debated what to say next. “I just...I don’t know. Stuff like this doesn’t usually happen to me and I don’t know what to do..” You trailed off. You sat back down on your couch, and covered your face with your hands. You sighed deeply. You felt the couch seep in beside you, signalling Eddie had taken a seat. It was quiet for a few moments.

“Maybe do something to occupy your mind?” He suggested. “Maybe try doing some of your art.”

You thought about it for a moment, it probably would make you feel better, but you didn’t want to be alone. That was for sure. Then, you thought of something.

“Paint with me?” 

[akira-seijuro]

1/3 Last brain pill

I should have been something else. I could have made more days less painful for everyone. I love my family, friends more than I love myself. I can't do it. I can't love myself enough to let them go.

On 27th April, 2020, one of the anti depressants that I have been taking for over an year, is over. My doc, reduced the dosage and I think I'm finally done with it and I was so damn fucking happy. I think, for the first time in my entire life, including my childhood, I don't see myself as a victim anymore. Victim of being bullied, unfriended, heartbreak, academics and most importantly my friends and family.

This lockdown is like shit worst. I can't even imagine people being alone and trying to take care or themselves. It's nightmare. I can't even imagine myself in my pg or my hostel room anymore. I mean, sure I could have survived like I did all those years, but that chronic self care obsession would just make me let go of myself. On May 31st 2020, I'll be officially completing one year of my medication and June 2nd would be my father's first death anniversary and July 15th would be the time I probably saw my friend, for the last time, who totally instilled hope in me. I'd probably never see him again.

I could have been better. I don't know why I didn't. I don't know if it was my best thinking now. I could have been more patient, a better daughter. I could have been more honest, a better friend. I could have been more kind to myself. I lived in fear for so long, I don't care about my last minute anymore. I don't am have any regrets. I tried my best. I don't like when people say 'Poor you, take care of your mum. You had to go through so much at a very young age. Everybody goes through this. Everybody dies sometime. I get it, I understand your pain.'

I think what I wanted was 'It's alright. I believe in you. We'll be ok. We will go through this shit together and finally make peace with it someday.' I did have my best friend saying that to me until January 2nd, 8.30pm. Now I don't know where he is. How he is doing. I wanted to escape my life so badly, I wanted to run away from my bitterness. But it was all inside of me. I didn't want my dad's death another thing for people to say sorry for. It means something for me. Sometimes he means everything to me. Every little piece of my existence belongs to my parents. I love them very much that I can't be this girl who went through her childhood without almost making a single friend. But yeah, teenage is shit. I changed. A lot. I became more open, accepting, strong and brave. I was never afraid to tell the truth, I used to postpone but I know I would do it anyway, I would do what feels right to me. C'mon I proposed 2 guys. It was real. The love I felt. I think being in love makes you feel that everything is possible, mostly that it deepens the hope that someday you'll be happy. Chill. Both are one sided and failures. I've never been loved or cared that way. I don't think I need to. I mean my friends wholeheartedly love me and would go almost out of their way to do anything that would make me feel better at times. I never looked for a fucking replacement of the man whom I loved the most. No body can be that man who chants my name to feel better while in pain.

Rather than hurting people. I think I scared alot of people away because of my love. I guess it's so intense and feels weird. I don't know. I've started therapy for the first time in my life on October 23rd 2016, because I couldn't bear the fact that I couldn't wish the person on his birthday because my existence was irksome i guess. I still don't know what it was. But yeah. It continues till April 30th 2016 while I was in college. Every week Thursday at 3pm, a counselling session. I felt more accepted and more cared for with the space I wanted there. But frankly, I started therapy because I just wanted someone to listen to me and just try to not have an opinion good or bad about my pain, but be with me while I was processing it. I went there because I thought they'd not have any choice but to listen because I paid. But it was the best thing I did in my life. My dad's illness came back again. I mean March 2nd 2012 to December 17th 2012 is not enough. I was a lid. I didn't process shit. I just believed in god blindly and performed my duties of packing, buying groceries, boarding public transportation, learning how to ride a scooty without ever having a cycle, waiting outside operation theatre, outside radiation hall, outside chemo sessions, all while preparing for my bard exams and jee mains. I just blocked it out. All the pain and emptiness. It had to come again. Being close friends with dad, his illness pushed me to the edge of depression and I was meds which he manipulated me to stop after reaching home. I would isolate myself and would be blamed for it later. I would feel guilty that the person, my best friend whomi trusted the most left me to hang dry. Actually 2 of them. Then comes the job.

But I came to Bangalore with my cousin. When I entered royal orchid for my job orientation everyone is with someone and I was all alone. Just how I entered my college. All alone from Hyderabad to Surathkal. I opened my door, saw my roommate with her family came out and cried so much for my dad. He called my cousin and then he came to see me. It's new for him as well. So I dont blame. My dad knew what I needed until he knew he was gonna die sometime soon. I suffered, wished it to end. I tried therapy and meds again but I felt its hopeless and I stopped once the side effects were horrible from July 2017. My therapist was wonderful though. I loved her. I felt like she's my friend and I didn't want to go down that lane so I stopped. Then people told me that I'm so pessimistic to think 2018 December 22nd would be my last birthday with dad. You know it's not the worst thing to imagine the worst, sometimes its callous reality. Some doctor said this. You dont know what your people want whether they want to fight on ventilator or not. But it would be nice to get to know them. My stomach turned in may so much that I thought something bad is going to happen to my dad the whole time. Once he was scared and the practical prank he pulled took a toll on me and I colored my hair blue. It became green. I wanted to cut ties with my family and friends. No body was there then, all my friends were on business trips or we had a fight. But I made a new friend who's accepting and weird. Then another new friend with whom I randomly broke out after storming out of a meeting. I guess I started developing feelings for the former one. I didnt want all that shit because I know it's not going to work out or that it won't be reciprocated. So, I didnt want that shit to make my suffering much worse. So I realized everything is so messed up and I needed help. I stuttered and stammered dude while my dad thought he was dying but didnt. I barely remember what words I spoke or repeated. Well, second time when they called, it's true. Anyway on 31st may, with all the complications I decided I might need meds because even my body is going out of control now. Then on 1st I get that call and had to dye my hair back to brown and go see him there. This time no words came out of my mouth, it's like I forgot all the languages and how to form sentences. I couldn't promise him that I'll come out of depression, so I said I'd try in my head which obviously didnt come out because, well, like I said my body wasnt under my control. Then the only thing I wanted him to know about my life is Ayushman, lets call my first love that. I dont want to name. That I love Ayushman so much but he doesn't and its ok. I called to tell him about my new friends Bhavana and Bennington, let's call second guy that. But instead it all turned out something. But once after all that agony injecting rituals and processes, I came back and the only person o wanted to see and talk was Bennington. Then I realised what I was feeling and I accepted it and felt good that while grieving, I was able to love and not feel guilty about it. True, I tried very hard, wanted to cross oceans for him. I wanted to be there for him. But then I didn't want to force it. I don't know what the fuck I did anyway. Then a lot happened, prathista entered my life and I was loved and accepted and I could feel people wanting good for me. And that's all I needed. Besides the belief thing. Some more fights with my best friend sneha, with whom I got matching tattoos.

Then my best friend, lets call him sunshine had to like go out of the world to save love. I was alone. I was a workaholic. Knowing that someone loved me gave me immense energy to work harder, to do more good. But then Voila, my mom and cancer again. God. I didnt feel that someone is inflicting pain or that I'm a victim. I felt that these things happen and its life. It's bad but it's how it went in my life. I have no control over what happens to her. Whenever I assist her or do some stuff, I keep correlating with my dad's time with cancer. It gets so confusing. Idk. I love my mum too. I grieve. I cry. For both mum, dad. Sometimes for sunshine and Bennington. But I think it's ok. It's not something to feel bad or sorry for. It's a part of my life. I am glad I was able to back to my friendships. Gowtami, Chandu, Bokade are like pillars of support for me. I realised being kind is a way to deal with the crisis. I liked the way I lived for the first time. But I'd do anything for the people I love. I'm not going to force it. I wish them all good. People keep saying I'm strong and brave explicitly. No, I was always them. They are implicit things. Thats my character. Being able to be strong, brave, vulnerable, real honest, intense and sometimes messy. Anyway 2 more brain pills to go and still more therapy sessions. They will end when they should. I am glad that this is something that I did for myself. It's my effort despite all the discouragements I've faced about it. I am diagnosed with borderline personality disorder and I'm so glad it has a name. I miss my dad very much right now. My mom's chicken curry too. I miss my friends.

Love,

B.

[roommateofmyimagination-blog]

Chapter 9: Too many Bonding Exercises

✗ Adrian  ✗

“OH MY GOD, HE IS SO FUCKING HOT?” Val erupted with a muffled yell from the other room.

 I stood in the room naked as can physically be and as confused, shocked and embarrassed as i could ever be all in the same time. I just stood here staring at the door the Valentine just slammed shut after entering and leaving just as quickly.

 “What did he just scream?” Demyan sounded like he was crawling out of his drawer.

 “Uh that im so fucking hot….” I turned to look back at Demyan.

“Well, pup, you are naked and leaving nothing to the imagination.” He crawled up onto the top of my dresser. “Maybe it would be best if you proceeded to put on clothes and see if he is okay.”

 “Uuuuuh…..” I held my mouth open, not really knowing what to say.

 “Now, child.” Demyan squeaked at me and scratched on the wood of the dresser.

 “Uh,yeah!” i took a long stride to the dresser and grabbed clothes to put on. Tossing on a pair of boxers then stepping into my ripped jeans. “Think he’ll wanna talk after….that?” I looked down at demyan as i laced my belt through the hoops.

 “Hmmm, probably not.” he bounced onto the bed. “But you do need to head out, the others are waiting.”

 “Shut up, I know!” I threw on a loose gray v-neck on over my head. Grabbing my satchel off the ground and throwing it on. Opening the door i peered from behind to see Val hunched over with a pillow pressed to his face. “Yo cupcake.”

 “Ah!” Val dropped the pillow and stood up straight in a very jolt like manner. “Y-yes?!”

 “I uuuuh….” i scratched my head, “sorry about the whole….”

 “Uh, Yeah. I-its all good d-dude!” Val started waving his hands around then stopped and stared at me. His face turning the same color as his hair, “IM GOING FOR A RUN.” and he quickly turned on his feet and ran out the door, grabbing his things with him and Aero quickly ran out with him, sliding between the almost closed door with ease.

 I stood in the living space staring at the door with my mouth hanging open. I heard Demyan’s bare feet walking up behind me and i turned around to look at him. “I royally fucked up didnt i?”

“Yes.” He said flatly and very disinterested in what i had to say.

“Dude, bonding moment. Feel for me….” I shrugged and dropped my head down low.

Demyan walked up closer to me and put an arm around me, touching his head to mine. “There there, pup.” he patted my shoulder. “He will never look at you the same way again.”

 “You aren’t helping…..” I leaned my head onto his shoulder. “I dont want our semester to be awkward cuz he saw me naked….”

“Oh that is the least of your worries, child.” Demyan started stroking my hair. “You would be...how do you say it…...Up shits creek without a paddle, if he knew you were a villain.”

 “You suck at motivating people and cheering them up….” I glared up at him.

 “It is not my strong suit, you would be right.” Demyan chuckled lightly before rubbing my back. “Oh and was he not looking for something?”

 “I think so but i dont know what.” I stood up straight, Demyan’s arm still around my shoulders.

“Could it have been this?” He dug in his puffy pant’s pocket and pulled out what looks like Val’s phone.

 “Why do you have his phooooone?!” I snatched it from demyan. Demyan shrugged and just gave me a toothy smirk. “You are evil…..”

 “I know.” His grin got wider and he twitched his eyebrows up for a split second.

 “What were you doing with it?!” I smacked him on his head a bit.

 “I was curious on how those little box devices work. You communicate on them yes?” he looked down at the phone in my hand.

 “Yes, we do. They are called cellphones or Smartphones depending on what you have.”  I tilted the phone’s screen to see the finger marks on it, and tried to see if it would unlock his phone, which it did. The home screen was of his kitty Aero, laying on her back with her legs sprawled at and her fur all sorts of wild.

 Demyan moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Interesting.”

 “Im going to call Karim to tell him Val doesnt have his phone.” I searched through Val’s text to see Karim’s name on top. Clicking on it I clicked the phone button. Putting the phone up to my ear, I looked back at Demyan. “You, quite okay?”

 “Of course.” He still clung to my back. 

“Sup Val.” a deep voice answered after a few rings, Karim did not have a deep voice...this must be Aj.

 “Uh, hey, its Adrian.” I scratched my head. “Val left his phone and i wanted to tell Karim of this.”

 “Oh Than-” Aj sounded like something nailed him and he made a grunting noise. “Val whats up.” He sounded like he moved the phone to the side. Val’s voice was kinda muffled in the background and he was talking really fast about something. “....Imma kill you adrian.”

 “What did i do!?” I yelled back , throwing my free hand up in the air.

 “VAL MY SWEET CHILD, WHAT HAPPENED!?” Karim’s voice sounded like it was getting closer and he was talking to Val who sounded completely upset.

 “You violated and scared my child.” Aj sounded very pissed off. “You didnt even touch him yet you violated the child!”

 “I didnt violate him! He came in on me naked!” I yelled back again.

 “Violated my child!!!” Aj yelled back at me in return.

 “Stop calling him your child!” I sighed in frustration. “If we have to, i will come over later and we can have a fucking come to jesus moment.” I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger.

 “You have a belly button piercing?” Aj asked, sounding actually curious now.

 “NO, its aaaaah.” I looked back at Demyan who just shrugged, “its one of those african waist training beads band chain things…”

 “Yeah, okay dude.” Aj started laughing.

 “Okay, whatever! Just tell Val he left his phone in the dorm and im leaving it on the living room table!” I yelled in frustration, “Bye!” and hung the phone up. Groaning loudly, i put my hands on my face.

 “Are you okay?” Demyan asked, still clung tightly around me.

 “No im pissed….” I pulled my hands down on my face.

 “Then training will do you some good today.” Demyan chuckled as he took the phone from me and let go of me and set the phone gently down on the coffee table. “Let us depart then.”

 “Yeah okay whatever.” I shrugged and let my shoulders slump down.

 Demyan walked up to me, one hand going around my waist as the other hand slid up my shirt, touching the charm on my waist chain. He pulled me in closer with a smirk. A cloud of black smoke engulfed us and when it was cleared out. We were out in the field we’ve usually practiced in. I looked down at my body and my leather suit was on as per usual.

 “Gonna let me go now?” I asked, looking up at Demyan.

 “Of course.” He let me go and i fell and hit the ground with a solid thunk.

 Landing straight on my ass, I looked up at Demyan. “You’re a dick…”

 Demyan floated above me, clutching his sides laughing and he brought his legs up making him look like he was in a hunched over position. “I am terribly sorry pup, but i thought it would be fun to surprise you.”

 Standing up, and rubbing my ass. Pointing a finger at him. “Just wait, one day i’ll learn to float and get you back for it!”

 Demyan raised a brow and lowered himself, getting into a position that would indicate he’s laying on his stomach at eye level with me. “I will be waiting patiently pup.” he smirked wickedly, running hand through my hair.

 “Hey look you’re early!” Pendragon’s voice rang from above us. He swooped down and landed beside me, kicking up a bit of dust from his wings.

 “Wheres Ryaikum?” I asked, looking over at Pendragon and leaning away from Demyan.

 “Hes right here.” Pendragon dug into his coat and gently pulled out a bearded dragon lizard. “He gets lazy sometimes and makes me take us over here.” He bent down and placed the lizard down. A puff of teal-like smoke rose up and Ryaikum’s human form stood there, briefly naked before he snapped his fingers and clothes appeared on his body.  Ryaikum wasn’t fit like Demyan was but he was defined enough to made you wanna touch him.

 “Move aside boys!” Takeshi’s also came from above.

 Pen and I both looked up to see her coming down ontop of Us. Her hands above and behind her head and her legs bent under her like she just leaped off a high cliff. Pendragon and I both scattered to the sides so we werent landed on. More dust was kicked up from her landing, she stood up on her tip toes and bounced, turning around with her hands straight above her head.

 “Beat ya Lappin!” She cheered happily as Lappin come up beside her. He looked like he was running the whole while, he hunched over to catch his breath.

 “You two racing?” I asked.

 Pendragon started clapping, “nice superhero landing!”

 “Thank ya!” She turned and smiled at pendragon to her left, then turned to me on her right, “and we were, He challenged me to see how fast and far i can get with just jumping.”

 “Like a ninja?” Pendragon and I both asked at once.

 “Yes!” She smiled brightly. “He was going to see if he can beat me by running here and i took to jumping off tree limbs or rocks to get here.”

 “And she did great. Means she’s getting stronger.” Lappin stood up straight now, bringing his hand up to give Takeshi a high five and she returned the gesture with her own. “Are your students making progress?”

 “Pendragon is.” Ryaikum said.

“Oh, how so?” Demyan asked, now actually standing on the ground beside me, his hands behind his back.

 “He caught his dorms curtains on fire the other day, did you not?” Ryaikum looked at Pen with a very cocky smirk on his face.

 “I might have...yeah.” Pendragon scratched his bright red hair

 “I thought you couldn’t breath fire?” Takeshi asked,crossing her arms under her chest.

 “I cant thats the thing.” Pen perked up. “I didnt breath fire.”

 “Did you blow it out your ass?” I asked chuckling to myself.

 “No, but i wish. Thatd be scary after taco tuesdays.” Pendragon laughed too. “No its like this!” Pen held his fists up and fire engulfed his hands and arms up to about his elbows. “Wicked right?! My feet too!”

 “Oh my god, you’re like an anime character.” I stared at him, actually kinda amazed at that.

 “YOU’RE A LIVING NATSU AAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!” Takeshi hunched over and started laughing.

“YOU ARE!!” I started laughing myself.

 “I KNOW RIGHT???!!!!” Pendragon started bouncing on his feet like a happy child. “Fucking Ryaikum didnt get the reference so i made him watch a few episodes!”

 “Can you PLEASE Change your villain name now?!” Takeshi whipped her eyes from crying.

 “I AM THE GREAT DEMON LORD DRAGNEEL!!” Pendragon threw his arms in the air.

 Takeshi and I busted out with loud laughing. I started flailing my arms around and laughing while crying. Takeshi sat down on her knees putting her forehead on the ground as he laughed.

 “IM GOING TO PEE!!” Takeshi was laughed so hard she was really only crying now.

 I grabbed onto Demyan’s coat and put my face into his chest, laughing. “My abs hurt!”

 “You all are literal children!” a newer familiar voice sounded closer as feet crunched dead leaves as he came closer.

 “You dont get the reference dude.” Pendragon was laughing stupid hard himself.

 “Rule one, You must never reveal sensitive information about Fairy Tail to others for as long as you live.” Tsuyoi crossed his arms over his chest.

 “WE’RE ALL NERDS!!” Pendragon started bouncing and laughing more.

 Groaning  loudly through laughing, i let go of demyan’s little half jacket and pulled on my face and Takeshi started bouncing in a circle. Pendragon was hunched over and trying to stop his laughter. Tsuyoi looked at all of us, “you good?”

 “Yes.” we all said through tears.

 “Good.” He put a hand on his hip. “Hey, Demyan.” He turned his head to look at Demmy.

 “Yes?” Demyan smiled at him.

 “Mind if i take Drakul somewhere...alone?” Tsuyoi asked as he looked over to me.

 “Does Kenaz know of this request?” Demyan asked eyeing Tsuyoi questionably.

 “He does, and hes fine with it.” Tsuyoi answered without taking his eyes off me.

 Demyan also looked at me, then smiled, “yes, but do not kill him, i wish to keep him longer.”

“Thanks. Follow me vampy.” Tsuyoi turned then waved his hand for me to follow him.

 I looked back at demyan and he nodded me off. I ran up behind Tsuyoi and followed him deep into the forest. We didnt talk at all until we were in another opening. Not as big as our usual training area. Tsuyoi walked to the middle then turned to me. I stop just a couple of steps away from him.

 “Who are you?” He asked, glaring at me with sharp eyes. I could hear a faint growl coming from him.

 “Excuse me?” I asked, raising a brow at him.

 “Who are you when you aren’t Drakul. I didnt fucking stutter.” He sounded like he was getting progressively pissed off.

 “We arent all-” I was going to speak before a loud growl came from Tsuyoi.

 “Dont give me that shit!” His voice sounded like a tiger’s roar with how deep it was. “Something about you is pissing me off! You smell familiar….”

 “I smell...familiar?” I tilted my head to the side. “How?”

 “I have cat senses in me along with being strong, dumbass.” He was progressively growling louder and took a step towards me. Instantly i grabbed onto the hilt of my whip, keeping it on my waist and taking a half step behind me. Tsuyoi noticed this and smirked, showing large canine teeth, “Alright.” He purred win a deep throaty way, “if you beat me in a fight, I’ll leave you alone.”

 “And if you beat me, i have to tell you who i am.” I questioned him, getting into a more defensive position.

 “Exactly.” he purred loudly. He rolled his shoulders and his neck side to side, cracking his back and neck before his head lowered down and he started to get in that football position he’s usually in. His feet moving this time, like a cat’s when they are readying to pounce.

 Lowering myself, i slowly slipped my whip through its binding on my hip. Tsuyoi took a charge at me and i quickly bounced to the side to dodge his tackle. He turned just as quickly as i had moved and extended an arm at me to grab onto my arm. Flicking my whip up, it wrapped around his wrist. He looked at it briefly then looked at me, his lips turning upwards to a smirk. The arm that my whip was wrapped around, he swung his arm back behind him, pulling me and my whip forward and past him just a bit. Before i was flung too far away from him, he grabbed onto my hair and pulled me back by my hair. With his now free hand, he pressed his palm to my chest at the same time and let go of my hair with his other hand. A heavy weight on my chest forced me down and i could hear and feel the ground crumble underneath me as my body made a dent into the ground.

 Standing above me and straddling my body, Tsuyoi kept his hand on my chest. “Give up, bats. You can’t beat me.” he growled low.

 “Oh yeah?” I coughed up a bit of blood. Grabbing onto his wrist, Tsuyoi quickly pulled away from me, the weight on my chest disappearing, as he noticed the black ink creep up his forearm. Putting my hands behind me, I lifted my body up over my head and did a black flip to get back on my feet. “Seems like that scares you.”

 Tsuyoi shook his hand violently before looking at me with an intense glare. “Not as scary on my arm.” he growled and started running towards me. I got ready to dodge him again, Tsuyoi had a bad habit of just tackling you to the ground to get an advantage. Just before i was about to jump out of the way, Tsuyoi lowered his body so his hand was touching the ground and he brought his lower body off the ground, One of his legs slamming into my shoulder and sending me flying before he cartwheeled back onto his feet. “You aren’t the only one with new tricks!” He laughed loudly.

 My body slammed into a tree, my back hitting it hard and coughing me to cough up more blood from the impact. Sliding down the tree, i got into a squatted position before slowly sliding back up and standing, running my hand over my mouth.”you’re still wasting time before that ink gets to your eyes.”

 Tsuyoi looked at his arm that was now black up to his bicep. He looked at me with a smirk. “I still got time. I plan to knock you out, thatd make this come off right?” He growled slowly making his way towards me, and then picking up the pace again. He brought his fist up to punch me, closing my eyes and tensing up. I heard the sound of wood breaking behind me. Tsuyoi yelling in pain.

 I looked back behind me to see Tsuyoi’s hand wedged into the trunk of the tree. When he pulled his hand out, it had splinters in his hand and blood trickled down his fingers. “What did you just do?!” Tsuyoi growled loudly at me, almost a roar.

 Looking at him then back to my hands, my lips twitching up into a smile and starting to laugh, “oooohohohohoho. This is gonna be fun.” I started bouncing on my toes, looking back in front of me to see my whip just a few steps away from me.

 Tsuyoi turned to charge at me again, this time, i didnt close my eyes. Even with my eyes open, all i saw was black and i was a few steps away from Tsuyoi, squatted down and my whip back in my hands.

 A black smoke was dispersing around Tsuyoi who was looking confused as fuck. “Did you just poof?!”

 “I believe its called Teleporting, or blinking.” I smirked, standing up and snapping my whip in my hands. “And the ink is on your collarbone.”

 “I got time.” He growled low, his hand going behind him and under that pelt he wears around his waist.

 Flicking my whip in his direction, Tsuyoi whipped something out from behind him as well and between us, My whip wrapped around a chain with a knife like thing attached at the other end. We both pulled backwards, my whip and his chain tightening as we pulled and there was no slack between us.

 “You aren’t the only one who can fight at a distance.” Tsuyoi purred. “You forgot i had my Kusarigama.”

 “I thought you were all brute strength.” I chuckled, tugging backwards a bit.

 “I am.” He tugged as well. “And your fucked close combat.”

 “Not if i can blink away.” I yanked on my whip, to get the same reaction from Tsuyoi, who yanked back and made me slide closer to him.

 “Not if i catch you and knock you out, plus you dont seem to have much control over where you go, its wishful luck.” Tsuyoi yanked again.

 Lowering my body, i planted my heels into the ground to stop my sliding quicker. “You’ll go blind before then.”

 “If i have you in my hands, im not letting go.” Tsuyoi then yanked hard, launching my body towards him. Getting pulled upwards and forwards, I flinched and got my body to blink just above his head. Tsuyoi looked up quicker than i thought he would. Extending my hand down to his face, quickening the spreading of ink across his face. Just as i was reaching down at Tsuyoi, he reached up at me, grabbing my opened collar and pulling me down. That heavy weight back on my body.

My body felt extremely heavy this time around, my chest slammed into the ground below me. One of my arms was yanked around me and pressed to my back. Tsuyoi’s hand on my wrist, the other on my head as he sat on my legs.

 “I win, Drakul!” Tsuyoi growled from above me.

 “You’re blind!” I yell back at him, my face then pressed further into the ground.

 “Doesn’t matter! Your pinned under me,you arent blinking out of this one!” He got in closer to my face. “Plus if i wanted, i could crush your throat right here.” he growled into my ear.

 Snarling back at him, i relaxed my body and sighed, “fine.”

 “Will you tell me who you are when i let you go?” He asked, sitting up straight.

 I kept quiet for a moment, “yes….”

 “Good boy.” Tsuyoi let me go and moved off of my thighs.

 Turning around and getting on my knees, i reached for his face and touched his cheek. The black ink soaking up into my fingers and coming off his face and his arm. Tsuyoi blinked a few times, “thank you.”

 “No problem after you beat the shit outta me.” I grumbled and fell back onto my ass, looking down at my lap. “Will you tell me who you are?” I asked looking up at Tsuyoi, who sat cross legged.

 “Yeah.” He leaned back onto his hands. “Seems only fair.”

 Eyeing him briefly, I took in a deep breath. My body felt exhausted and i threw my head back a bit, closing my eyes and feeling all of my power and magical form fade away to how i was when i was just myself. Opening my eyes, i stared at the blue sky.  When i brought my head back to look at Tsuyoi, he was staring at me with a face of complete shock. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hung open. “My name is-.” I was cut off.

 Tsuyoi started laughing loudly, throwing his head back. The laugh actually seemed like a hearty one, then his body tensed up and he looked back at me with his brows knitted together. “Imma kill you.” he growled

 “Who- Wait, WHY!?” I scuttled back away from him. “What did i do?!”

 Tsuyoi started laughing lightly again. “Im kidding, adrian.”

 “How do you...know my name?” i looked at him, lowering my head to stare at him.

 Tsuyoi had a small smile on his face as his body changed slowly in front of me. The long hair became short and the primitive outfit of his changed to jeans and a tank top. I stared at him with the same look he stared at me when he saw who i was. “Yeah, i know, scary innit?”

 “AJ?!” I yelled at him. “WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!”

Aj let out a loud laughter for a third time and dropped his head in front of him. “I couldnt tell you before.” He ran a hand through his hair. “If i knew you were Drakul, i wouldn’t have been so hard on you.”

 “Does...Karim know?” I asked raising a brow at him. “You two are really close and you-”

 Aj held a hand up, his face turning from laughter to mild sadness. “No...Karim doesnt know. I….I hope at least.” he put his hand down. “As much as i love Karim, i could never tell him this.”

 “Understandable, he’d worry about you.” I mumbled, looking at the ground.

 “Does Valentine know?” He asked.

 “No.” I didnt look up from him, “i think if i told him something like that he’d change dorms or think im crazy.”  I started playing with my hair.

 “So.” Aj started chuckling, “what happened exactly earlier?”  I looked at the ground with wide eyes, my face heating up. I looked up to see Aj with a cocky smirk on his lips. “I already kiiiiiinda understand from val’s crying, plus imma punch you for making him cry by the way, but i wanna know your side of it.”

 “I was changing, he came in, saw me naked. Gawked at me like a mute chicken then kinda just left and screamed OH MY GOD HES SO FUCKING HOT!” i tried my hardest to imitate Val’s yelling.

 “That exactly?” Aj smirked, raising a brow.

“Yes, deadass.” I glared at him.

 “You still made him cry and i feel obligated to punch you.” He chuckled wickedly.

 “Does making me feel like one of my ribs are broken counter that?” I asked, holding my side.

 “Hmmm, yeah, but your ribs aren’t broken..” He smirked. Aj then stood up and dusted himself off. “Kenny, come on out, i know you’re there.” he looked back behind him.

 “Sorry~” a brightly colored Kenaz walked out from behind a tree his hands up by his head. “We wanted to watch.”

 “Demyan…” I groaned. And felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

 “My pup.” He cooed in a weird way, “I am proud of you, you are growing so well.” Demyan put his head on the top of my head.

 “Why is it every time i learn something knew, its cuz Tsuyoi is trying to kill me…” I looked up at Demyan, bringing my head back to look at him. He moved his head off mine that when i looked back our noses were touching.

 “You needed the motivation.” he smiled down at me. Then pinched my face between his thumb and index finger on my cheeks, “Do remember my pup.” he spoke low but clearly. “Only Aj and Kenaz will ever know of this.” 

“Yeah yeah.” I mumbled looking away from him.

 Demyan pinched my face more. “Do i make myself clear?” he spoke like a father figure to me now, staring at me directly in the eyes.

 “Yes sir.” I growled back at him.

 “Dont be so harsh on him Demmy.” Kenaz spoke up, “this was Aj’s idea and i allowed it, i believe these two can trust each other, they do have some history with each other.”

 “Nothing against you, Kenaz.” Demyan let go of my face, “but you can see how i am cautious with this, given your…” Demyan trailed off.

 Kenaz purred, “No harm done friend!” Kenaz’s eyes looked sharp as he and Demyan stared at each other. The smile on Kenaz’s face was a very wicked looking feline smirk. His face lightened up quickly before he turned to look at Aj. “Lets go home Aj! Its still early enough, we have other errands to run do we not?” He asked.

 “Uh yeah.” Aj looked to Kenaz then back to me. “Ill see you around Adrian. Stay safe.” he said before Kenaz turned his back to us and snapped his fingers, causing Aj and himself to disappear in a blink of an eye.

 “Let us go as well.” Demyan spoke low again.

 “What about Takeshi and Pendragon.” I looked up at Demyan.

 “They trained together, similar to you and...Aj.” he paused to think of Tsuyoi’s actual name now. “You are all growing well and fast.”

 “Are we going back to the dorm?” I asked turning to actually face him so i wasnt straining my neck anymore.

 “No.” he smiled. Snapping both of his fingers black smoke wrapped around demyan and disappeared just as quickly as it came. The clothes on demyan changed from his usual black and gold arabian like clothing to modern clothing. He wore a tight fit black V-neck that hung just above his black skinny jeans that had a few holes and tears in them with black sneakers on. “How do i look?”

 “You’re really all one color.” I looked him up and down, “all black on black makes ya look like a theater ninja.”

 “What is that?” he looked like an interested child.

 Chuckling lightly. “Its people who do the prop moving and what not for plays.”

 “And they wear all black?” he asked again.

 “Yes, so you dont really see them.” I stuffed my hands in my pockets. “Can you change your shirt color or pants to something lighter so you get broken up a bit?”

 “Hmm.” Demyan looked at himself. Then with another snap there was a black smoke around demyan again. This time the outfit changed to something very different in some aspects. He had on a washed out faded green tunic tank top that was cut out to show a lot of sides but he wore it under a then light gray varsity jacket over black skinny jeans which showed a bit of his knees tucked into black high-top shoes. “Is this better?”

 I eyed him up and down, nodding my head a bit. “yeah...I like it, ya look good.”

 “Do i look….So fucking hot?” He smirked at me with a cocky chuckle.

 “Yes yes you do.” I laughed lightly.”why the outfit change?”

 “Because we are going to hang out.” He said softly. Then had a small sad smile on his lips, “I...have not been to you like the others have been to theirs.” he paused for a second, “I am sorry for this.”

 I felt my shoulders slump a bit and i stared at Demyan. “Its alright, i was never mad at you, i just….felt like there was distance between us and you told me yourself if i wanna get stronger you and i have to get closer.”

 “That i did, and i never did hold up my end.” He touched my hair. “I have been treating you like a student, someone under me...not as your friend and partner.”

 “Then lets fix that.” I smiled at him. “How do you expect us to get somewhere though, we’re out in the woods.”

 “Simple.” He smiled and snapped his fingers together. Familiar black smoke wrapped around us before taking us to a dark and tight fit alleyway. “Hm.” Demyan hummed, “this is not what i was hoping for,”

 “Hmmmm” I hummed lightly. I got a nice view of Demyan’s collarbone and the top of his chest. Our bodies were close together with our backs both against a wall. “Im aight with this.”

 “Pup, stop.” Demyan chuckled and groaned at the same time, “you are making it weird.”

 “Its not weird unless you think its weird.” I smirked and looked up slightly at him. Demyan was looking down partially at me with a look of ‘Child do not test me.’ Laughing lightly, i scooted away from demyan and got out of the small alley way we ended up in, Demyan followed after me and fixed his clothing up when he was fully out of the tiny space. Pulling out my box of cigarettes from my pocket and sticking one in my mouth i offered the box to demyan.

 “No thank you.” He looked down at my hand. He didnt seem disinterested in the idea of smoking, but I dont think he was all really one for it.

 “Aight.” I put the box back in my pocket the pulled out my lighter and covered it with my other hand. Sliding the lightly back in my pocket. “So what do you want to do?”

Demyan seemed to forget i was beside him as he looked around him in wonder, “Demmy” I tapped his arm with the back of my hand.

 “Yes, adrian?” He looked down at my hand then back to my face.

 “Lets go get lunch or something. Aj made me hungry.” I waved my hand for demyan to follow me. Demyan stood close behind me but didnt speak much as he was just looking around at stuff as we walked. I finished my cig before I dragged him into a deli to eat lunch. He had no clue what he wanted to eat, so i just ordered a full length italian sub that id share with him and two drinks to go with.  A couple of girls whispered and giggled behind us, one of them saying something about Demyan. He turned his head and smiled at them with a small nod which made the girls giggle more. I groaned to myself as we were checking out and i was waiting to get my debt card back. Demyan proceed to grab my arm and dragged me outside to eat on the patio.

 “You’re such a fucking flirt.” I sat down across from him.

 Demyan was hunched over the chair, stopping midway from sitting down to stare at me. “Excuse me?”

 “I called you a flirt.” I sat down and started rustling in the bag our sub was in and opening the wrapper, spreading it across the table for us to both eat on. Demyan was sitting now, staring at me with a raised eyebrow, “The girls back in the line.”

 “Oh.” He perked up, “I do not believe i was flirting back there.”

 I stared at him with a raised brow. “Yes you were mr Smile and nod. Did you not hear their giggling.”

 “I did.” He reached over and took his half of the sub. “I was being polite, i could hear them talking about me….and you actually as well.”

 I leaned over the table. “Cmere” I whispered to him and demyan leaned in closer to me with a smirk on his face. “Im gaaaaaaaaaaaay aaaaaaaas fuuuuuuck.”

 “I understand that, Pup.” He chuckled and whispered back, “Does not mean women can not appreciate you and your looks.” He sat back up and leaned in his chair. “Why are you gay?”

 I stared at him with my brows knitted together. “Its….its not like its a flavor of the day type thing.”

 “Did i say something out of line?” Demyan tilted his head, thoroughly curious.

 “Not really, its….being gay wasn’t something i just kinda went ‘oh look, imma be gay cuz i wanna be’ type of thing.” I paused and poked at the bread of my half. “Its just kinda how i am. I tried dating girls but i wasnt attracted to em. Realized i was gay when I had a fling with a guy and liked it.”

 “A fling?” Demyan asked, his mouth partially full of a sandwich bite.

 Chuckling, “A one night stand?” Demyan still looked at me a confused look. “Touchy feely, the nasty, doing the naughty, Whoopie...Buggery.” I spoke in a very british accent for the last one.

 Demyan choked on his food when he started laughing at the last word. He thumped on his chest and finished his laugh, “you mean sex yes?” he asked with a slightly cough in his throat.

 “What did you think i was talkin about?” I took a bite of my half.

 “I do not understand all of your slang, pup. I only got it when you said, “ Demyan paused and sat very posh like, “buggery” he made his own British accent.

 I dropped my sub back down on the paper and put a hand on the table, looking away and trying not to laugh and spit my food out as well as not fucking choke on it. When i was all calm and composed again i turned to see Demyan with a very cocky look on his face. “Fuck you dude.” I  gave him a quick middle finger to go with.

 Demyan seemed very pleased with himself. “But thank you for explaining it, pup.”

 “Soooooo.” I leaned in closer to Demyan.

 “Hm?” Demyan turned his head slightly and raised his brow.

 “What are you attracted to?” I smirked before taking a sip from my cup.

 “Women.” He answered bluntly.

 “Damn it.” I leaned back and slumped in my seat. Demyan chuckled and eyed me. Sitting back up, “nah i figured you were straight. A girl you’re interested in?”

 “Was...interested in.”  Demyan’s voice lowered a bit and he looked away.

 “Are still interested in?” I asked,nodding my head slowly. Demyan was quite and still not looking at me exactly. “Yeah, you’re still into her.”

 “I am….” he mumbled, a slightly blush on his tanned cheeks.

 “Tell me about her.” I put my elbow on the table and rested my cheek in my palm. “We got all day mr love struck.”

 Demyan finally looked at me then sighed heavily. “She is like me of course, but pure….white. The opposite of me actually.” his voice grew softer. “She is extremely beautiful, so much that she is ethereal.” a smile twitched onto his lips. “She is so sweet, kind, smart, talented and so good that she should have been born a goddess. She is too perfect for my world….and i feel deeply in love with her.” His face then saddened and his voice dropped a bit. “But she was...Is a princess and i am not in any way a candidate of being a suitor to her. Yet we still managed to be together in secret.” he started to smirk, “we would sneak out during times we should not have, left our kingdoms behind us and our world was just the two of us wrapped in each other's arms.” Demyan ran a hand through his bangs, pushing them back and smiling with a small chuckle. “We were terribly in love with each other, and i hope if...and when i return home maybe...just maybe i will see her again and she will still feel the same way i do to her.”

 Holding my straw in my mouth i stared at Demyan. “Uuuuh.” I let go of my straw and straightened up, “what broke you two apart? If you dont mind tellin me that is.”

 “We were found out.” He had a sad smile on his face. “I was forbidden to see her ever again, i was kept under lock and check. Someone followed me everywhere i went, they believed me to be a spy essentially, but i was just a young man who loved a woman who was my goddess.” He scratched the back of his head, “I do not know what happened to her. I never got the chance to find out for i was sent to training to become a Magicae Socius and eventually sent to your realm.” he sighed loudly, “thus how you and i met, when you found me,”

 “So your romeo and Juliet who didnt kill themselves?” I asked setting my cup down.

 “I do not know that reference.” he stared at me through squinted eyes.

 “I’ll buy ya a copy of the play, you can read it on your free time.” I chuckled lightly before playing with my hair. “Im sorry about that though man.” Demyan looked at me with a softened face and slightly confused, “I hope you can meet her again and be with her some day.”

 Demyan smiled softly at me, his eyes the softest ive ever seen them be. He looked so moved by what i said that he could cry, his voice was low and soft as well. “Thank you, Adrian.”

 “Of course man.” I smiled at him a bit. “I dont experience the same problem like you, but i feel ya.”

 “Are you not allowed to be with someone you love?” he asked, leaning forward and crossing his arms on the table.

 “No not like that exactly, i dont love someone outside my family.” I twirled my hair on my finger. “For a long time though, Homosexual people werent allowed to marry.” Demyan looked at me with a slightly tilted head. “It was horribly frowned upon.”

 “And now?” He asked, his chin rested on his hand.

 “Its legal cross the country.” I smiled, “it was a huge moment for the community.” I felt my chest kinda tighten for a second. I remember the moment when i learned that it was legalized. I was at home and my mother came running into my room shouting my name and crying happily, she explained the news to me. I remember how i screamed in happiness and threw my arms up, my mouth hugging me and bouncing with me. Later that night my brother and sister came over and hugged me tightly as well. My brother and sister were both straight, but they were allies and were mostly just happy for me. My father wasn’t all bouncing and tears but he smiled at me and gave a hug that night as well.

 “So you can marry a man now if you wished?” Demyan had a soft smile on his face.

 “Yeah,but im not marrying any time soon.” I leaned in closer to him, “Cuz im not the only person they’d be marrying.”

 “Who else?” Demyan looked at me with confusion written all over his face,

 “YOOOOOU!” i leaned back and laughed, “you and i are a packaged deal buddy.”

 “Not if our contract breaks.” He leaned back, chuckling himself.

 “Do you plan to break it?” I asked.

 “Of course not.” he smirked.

 “Then you and be are like PB and J, bitch.” I got up and grabbed our trash to throw away.

 “I will take that as a good reference, yes?” he stood up.

“You learn fast.” I smiled up at him, then pulled out my phone. “We should head back to the dorm, i do have homework.”

 “That is fine by me.” Demyan smiled at me, then looked around us. “I will change when we are alone.” he walked in front of me off the patio.

 “That sounds kinky.” I looked at his back with a smirk.

 “Maybe i meant it that way.” Demyan looked back at me with a smirk then winked at me.

 “DID YOU WINK AT ME?!” I yelled, throwing my cup violently into the trash.

 “Maybe, what are you going to do,” Demyan paused and his smirk turned wicked, “Bitch.” he spoke in a very low deep voice.

 “IMMA KILL YOU!” I sprinted towards demyan who ran away from me.

 Demyan weaved through the minor crowd of people with grace and ease. Me on the other hand, not at all. I didnt run into anyone completely but i wasnt able to move like fucking running water like he was able to. Demyan would look back at me frequently to make sure i was still following him. I grabbed onto his varsity jacket that he was wearing, pulling it down off his upper arm. Demyan pulled his arms out of it and spun around to give me a cocky smirk before turning back around. I looked at the jacket then viciously shook it, tying it around my waist. The tank top that demyan had on showed a sinful amount of his back and chest to the whole world. How he ran so fast in skinny jeans was beyond me too, but he must feel light as a fucking feather compared to those puffy pants he wears so often.

We eventually made our way back to the campus on this wild chase. Demyan stood in front of me, his hands on his hips and his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing. I ran up next to him and fell backwards onto my ass, throwing my head back and leaning back on my hands, breathing heavier than demyan.

 “Twas a good work out, was it not?” Demyan looked down at me with a cocky smile.

 “Shut. the.Fuck.UP.” I huffed and showed him my middle finger.

 “Do you need help, pup?” He asked and held out his hand.

 “You owe me!” I took his hand and he helped pull me up.

 “Of course.” he chuckled lightly.When i was up on my feet again, he looked around and smiled. Black smoke wrapping around his body and there was his little bat form flying in front of my face. He flew closer to me and touched his little head to my forehead. “I enjoyed today.”

I smiled and chuckled lightly, still out of breath. “Yeah, same.”

“Thank you adrian.” He then flew into my pocket, when i looked down i noticed that the jacket i had wrapped around me was gone.

“No problem, lets do it again sometime, aight.” I slowly walked up the stairs to the third floor. My thighs fucking burning from the run demyan and i just had. I leaned against the wall beside the door the lead to the apartment Val and I shared.”never again am i chasing after you.” I sighed heavily, taking some deep breaths. Opening the door, i peered in to see if Val was in the living space. No brightly haired ginger, and it was silent in the apartment. “Must not be home.”

I walked in and closed the door gently behind me. I felt gross and sweaty and tired. I tied my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head and headed to the bathroom. I opened the door not too eruptly but quick enough that what i saw before me was not what i expected. 

Wet bright red hair clung to porcelain white skin. His skin looked so soft, smooth, and delicate as fuck. That if i were to touch him, I’d just break the poor kid, or worse dirty up that beautiful perfect white skin. How did he not have scars or fucking anything, didnt even have freckles, he was just white as fuck like he was carved from Marble. His torso was not defined like mine was, but he had beautiful swoops and curves that showed he was fit enough yet unimaginably flexible. His thin arms hung beside his body as i trailed down to look at one his cock that was actually not bad to look at, but holy shit his thighs. I wanna touch his thighs, they just look so fuckin nice. His body was a whole canvas that i wanted to dirty with kisses, hickies and hand marks... but his thighs were something i just wanted to kiss up and down on. Leave scattered kisses, hickies and bite marks on his inner thighs, hide a mark or two on the back of his thighs or behind his knees. I slowly trailed back up to look at a prominent collarbone that had water trickling down and rolling down his torso. His neck was framed by wet hair that clung to the skin, when i reached his face. His lips were parted just enough and his face was as bright red as his hair, his eyes wide with shock. I looked him dead in the eyes, and i could feel my own face heat up and my lips twitch into a smile. Fuck i must look crazy as fuck right now.

I held up a finger, my mouth parted wide open and my other hand holding the bathroom doorknob. I was just kinda opening and closing my mouth before i pursed my lips together and felt my brows come together and a very loud “HMMMM.” came from behind my closed mouth and i backed out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I felt Demyan shift around in my pocket and little giggles coming from him.

A weird sounding giggle came from my mouth, that was louder than i had wanted it to be and I walked to the sofa and grabbed a throw pillow off of it and covered my face.  “Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!” I started chanting very loudly, “GODDAMNIT, i wanna fuck his body up!” I yelled into the throw pillow and hunched over, squatting down onto the floor.

[ciscoshairconditioner]

Texts Between Strangers

Note: female/woman ‘reader’

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Hey, it was really nice meeting you last night. Maybe we can grab lunch tomorrow? This is Cisco btw.

The text pops up on your phone screen as you're scrolling through social media. You've been lounging in bed on this rainy Saturday morning planning on doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day but binge watch The Walking Dead and order thai take out later. You just stare at the text for a minute, blinking.

You definitely didn't give your number to anyone last night because all you did yesterday was pull a double shift at Jitters because they've been short staffed lately. A long day at work usually left you looking a bit wrecked so you're damn sure there wasn't anyone slipping their digits your way either.

This person has the wrong number.

You frown a little bit for them because you wonder if the wrong number was intentional. You've had to give a creepy dude the wrong number on purpose before just so he'd leave you alone. You finally reply after another minute.

Hi I didn't give my number to anyone. Sorry dude, they gave you a wrong number.

You figure that will be the end of that and roll out of bed only to shuffle your way to your comfy couch for some TV time. The notification on your cell pings again and you glance at it, brows raising when you see it's wrong number guy.

For real? This isn't [Girl's Name]? And you weren't at Stanley's Bar last night?

You've actually been to Stanley's a lot over the past couple years since you moved to Central City but last night was not one of them.

My name is definitely not [Girl's Name] and even though I love Stanley's for the sole fact drunk me can make peanut shell confetti rain everywhere during karaoke and not get in trouble, I for real wasn't there last night.

You felt like you were a tad on the sassy side with that text but he was a stranger who apparently one girl had already blown off so you figured he must not be worth much niceties anyways. You were always for girl power so even though you had no idea who [Girl's Name] was, you were going to go with her assessment of wrong number guy, what'd he say his name was? You scrolled up in the message feed, ah—Cisco.

Best peanuts in CC, read his next text which came with a peanut and praise hands emojis.

You laughed and said aloud “Agreed.” as you typed the same reply.

You're flicking through saved episodes of Walking Dead on your DVR, trying to find where you left off when another text comes through. You already have a suspicion its him again before even looking.

I must have heard her say the wrong numbers, it was so loud in there last night :(

Your brow furrows at this one. You remember why you avoid Stanley's on Friday nights. It's usually two for ones and they aways try to get local rock bands to come play. It tends to get too crowded, too hot and yes—too noisy, in there. You read over the text again and find yourself frowning along with his sad emoji.

Next time, you gotta just hand her your phone. No mistakes can be made then. Unless you have an embarassing wallpaper.

His reply is immediate, Pfft no way. It's followed by a screenshot of his actual phone background and a typed No shame along with it.

You're not sure if its a Harry Potter lightning bolt or a reference to Central City's local hero, The Flash. Either way, you're impressed. Wizards or Superheros, a cute guy could totally score your number if you peeped that wallpaper on his phone. Well, the jury is still out on if this guy is cute, you think.

You're right, that is legit. Maybe you did just hear the numbers wrong.

Of course I did. You make it sound like something else. You can't tell if his text was meant to sound cocky or confused.

You bite your lip and reply. Well...

??? is shot back instantly and you sigh.

You decide to just keep it real with him. Guys tend to be overbearing when picking up women. You sure you weren't reading her wrong?

I happen to read people's vibes quite accuratley. She totally was feelin all of this. There's even a smirking emoji.

Alight, cocky it is. You laugh and decide to challenge it. All of what? You send the eyes emoji along with it and wait patiently for him to chicken out.

That's when he sends a picture. Your phone drops into your lap and your mouth hangs open.

It's him.

It's the Jitters customer you've been crushing on for the past year. And that's his name? Cisco?Everytime he places an order to go he always thinks it's hilarious to use the name of a famous fictional character. You've been trying to psych yourself up for months just to work up the courage to ask him for his name and maybe out on a date.

Your mind races with all the daydreams and fantasies you've had starring him. They range from adorable ones where you accidentally bump into him, coffee spilling all over him and you both blushing profusely while you attempt to clean him up; to downright explicit ones where you're the only one on closing shift and he's the last customer so you lock the doors and ravish him right there in one of the plush accent chairs.

You take a smooth five minutes to freak the hell out.

What finally pulls you away from your panic is the muffled sound of your cellphone. You hurridely dig it out from the depths of the couch.

You pass out from all the hotness huh? Lol

You just stare at the message. All language escaping you in that moment. You hadn't attempted flirting since coming to live in Central City. You left a pretty toxic relationship behind and wanted a fresh start. You had spent the past couple years focusing on finishing your MA but now that graduation was right around the corner, you suppose you could actually start dabbling in that real life stuff again. How many hours had you spent making unrequeited heart eyes at a stranger in a coffee shop? You weren't too sure about the mechanics of fate and destiny or whatever.

“Of all the wrong numbers in all the towns in all the world he texts mine,” You blink, “Err, or something like that.” You say to your phone.

You're startled out of your dramatic monologue by another text from Cisco. My self confidence is increasingly deflating  :|

Crap. You realize you haven't sent anything back to him in fifteen minutes. You just type fast and without much thought because you're scared if you think too hard on it you'll back out. Being behind a screen is supposed to make people a little more fearless, right?

Haha no it shouldn't. Its just that I've actually seen that handsome face before. :)

“That's only mildy creepy.” You say to yourself upon rereading your message.

That's... not creepy at all. Is his response, follwed by a How?

Well, we do live in the same city and I work at a popular hang out. You decide to tease him.

Oh, are you that redhead from Big Belly Burger? I told you the offer was flattering but I don't date high schoolers.

You have a good laugh at that before replying, Um, not a BBB employee or a high schooler. I assure you, you're texting a grown woman.

Oh yeah? A grown woman who can do whatever she wants? ;)

You think there's a Beyonce reference in there. Yes is your simple reply.

Idk. I could be getting catfished rn.

You scoff at that. If anyone could be getting catfished, it's me. You texted first.

True, but I genuinely did think you were someone else.

It's followed by another text. Hold up. On reinspection, I've actually have been incredibly generous. Ive given you my name, wallpaper AND my picture. The only thing I know is one place you don't work and that you're karaoke friendly. I think you have to pay some dues miss.

You scoff for a second but then realize you have withheld more than what he's given up in this conversation. You're nervous as you type back, What do you want?

Simple. Even trade. Name, wallpaper, and picture. Gimme.

Another text bubble appears, Please :D

You text him your name and hold your breath wondering if it will spark any memory. You have taken his order countless times at Jitters.

:D One down, two to go!

You sigh and nervously smile to yourself. You snap a screenshot of your phone background, which is just a quote thats partially obscured by your apps. You picked it to ground yourself, to make you never forget your self worth again. You haven't changed it since you moved to Central City. It simply reads 'I am too full of life to be half loved.' You send it on it's way and then go scrolling through your recent selfies to find a picture of yourself looking somewhat decent.

That's some sage advice. You should send me the actual pic so I can pin that to my quotes board on pinterest :)

You smile while sending over the original for him.

Thanks! Now last but not least...

You've picked a picture you took right before going out to a show a couple of weeks ago. You felt confident that night because of your new show stopping outfit and the fact that your hair did absolutely what you wanted it to do. You held your breath as you sent the picture, knowing that for sure he'd have to know who you were. The awkward, babbling barrista that often times tripped over her own two feet.

A minute went by without a reponse. Your nerves were catapulting all over the place while you just sat there and stared at your phone.

Finally a new message notification pinged and you swallowed hard as you opened it. Then, your heart stopped for a second.

Its you. The text simply reads.

What's that supposed to mean? You think. Before you can form a reply, he's sent another text.

I mean, you work at Jitters. I've definitely seen that beautiful face before. :) He mimics your reply to him earlier.

You feel a blush blooming across your face along with what your sure is a goofy smile. Yeah, surprise haha

Would it be weird to say my original question still stands?

You blink in confusion. Excuse me?

It's just that, I've always thought you were cute and you laugh at all my made up names when I order. It's a beautiful laugh btw. You're mouth has dropped open and you just reread the message a few times and then reply.

Hold up. Why haven't you asked me out before?

I've um... had some bad luck in the past with Jitters barristas. Figured I'd steer clear for a while.

And now?

Well now fate has given me your number so I figure I should just go with it :D

You bite your lip to try and control the goofy smile that's forming. Lunch sounds great.

Your phone slips free of your graps and you look up to stare out the window. The sky is clear and bright.

[ecotone99]

[MF] Night of The Koi

The workers finished at about 4:30 PM. Richard smiled and shook their hands, thanking them for all their hard work, assuring them that it looked great and that he really appreciated it. They’d been filling in a koi pond in the backyard of his new house- A pond the previous owner had cherished and cared for dilligently, but since he and his partner Alex had bought the house, it had just fallen into grossness and disrepair. They’d made the decision to have the pond filled in, since there were no fish left in it anyway.

He wrote a check for $1,145.77 and handed each of the workers an extra 10 dollar bill just to thank them. They smiled and thanked him back and piled up in the old flatbed dodge they’d arrived in, and began to back out of the driveway, but just before they did, the driver rolled down the window and caught Richard’s attention. “Uhh, one last thing mista Peacock,” the driver called to him. “This uh...this dont usually happen, but, just in case...sometimes the koi...they dont like their pond bein’ filled in. Sometimes...they come back”. Richard began to chuckle, but the serious look in the driver's eyes told him this was no joke.

“Um...Come back?”

“Well...look, just between you and me...when a koi feels its been wronged, they can get downright nasty. Just sayin’.... It probably wont happen, but, just, ya know. Wanted to let ya know.”

With that the driver rolled up his window, waved, and backed out of the driveway. Richard stood in the yard and stared blankly, his gaze going back and forth between the newly-filled pond and the old truck’s taillights as it disappeared around the curve.

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“Oh this looks great sweetie” Alex said, walking around the area that had only hours ago been a small pond. “They did a really great job with this sod.”

“Yea, it looks really good. Hey Alex, let me ask you something” Richard said, poking the newly-solid ground with his toes. “What do you know about Koi?”

“Uh...Well...I think its just basically like a more interesting goldfish isn’t it?”

“Yea, I guess, but I mean like...Are they dangerous?”

Alex laughed, then saw the look on Richard’s face. “Umm...I doubt it, unless you’re like algae or something. May I ask why?”

“Uh...Nah, it’s stupid, dont worry about it.” “Uh huh. Well go get dressed, lets go celebrate with dinner.”

“Applebees??” Richard batted his eyelashes. Alex hated Applebees.

Alex sighed. “Fine, Applebees.” Richard kissed him on the cheek and skipped away into the house to get changed.

************

Dinner was terrible, as it always is at Applebees. But Richard was as happy as a person at Applebees could possibly be. “And I’ll have an order of boneless wings to go, please” he said smiling at the waitress. “Oh, and can I have another glass of Mr. Pib please?”

The waitress, a 40 something fat woman with one arm who resembled nothing so much as a troll with a hangover, grunted and took his glass from him. She returned moments later with a brimming glass of Mr. Pib, slammed it down in front of Richard (this was his 8th refill) and stumped away, muttering.

Richard sipped his Mr. Pib as Alex prattled on about something funny that happened at the pharmacy that day. Apparently a patient suffering from chronic irritable bowel syndrome had accidentally gotten a prescription-strength constipation medicine and hilarity had ensued. Richard politely listened as he sucked down yet another wonderful syrupy glass of Mr. Pib, and was so focused on its sugary goodness that he scarcely noticed when Alex stopped talking and stared in horror at his glass.

“Sweetie, put that down”

Richard clutched his glass tighter, wrapping both hands around it. “Never, it’s my precious” he growled. But Alex’s horrified stare convinced him that maybe this time he should listen. He set the glass down carefully and said “Wait...what is it?”

Alex pointed and said “There’s...something in your glass”

“Oh God is it another finger? Pablo, you said this wouldn’t happen again-” Richard turned toward the bartender who was already starting to say something in his own defense when Alex cut him off.

“No- Something is moving in there”

Richard gasped and jumped up from the table. It was one of those stupid high tables where the chairs are like 4 feet off the ground- you know, the kind they use at Applebees because they want to see you fall to your death- but he managed to land safely and peered at the glass. To his horror, the ice was indeed swirling around on its own. They both watched with terrified fascination as something rose to the surface.

“JESUS CHRIST IS THAT A FISH??” Richard screamed like a girl.

And so it was. A small, splotchy orange and white fish poked its head out of the top of the glass, its cold, predatory eyes fixed on Richard. Its small fish-mouth made gasping motions, and it seemed almost as though it were mouthing words to Richard. But he was too filled with horror to watch any longer, and flung himself toward the nearest exit, running to his car and locking himself in.

*********

The drive home was a tense one. Alex drove in silence while Richard sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, muttering things like “I can believe I drank fish filth...that’s bad even for Applebees”. Alex tried to cheer him up, saying the manager offered them a coupon for $5 off their next visit, but it didn’t do any good.

Then a thought struck Richard.

“Hey, Alex...what kind of fish was that?”

Alex gave him a confused look. “I didn’t ask. Why?”

“You dont think that was a koi, do you?”

“I guess it could’ve been, yea. The waitress said someone must’ve slipped it in when she wasn’t looking. I said ‘thats what she said’ and we all had a good laugh.”

“Alex, listen- The man that filled in the pond, he told me something. He said that sometimes, when you fill in a pond like that, the Koi, they, I dont know, they know about it somehow, and they like...they come back.”

Alex stared straight ahead, but Richard could see the look on his face went from one of amusement to one of concern. “Richard, look, I think you’re just tired and I know you’re upset, I dont blame you-” “No, Alex, I’m telling you, the man said they ‘came back’. He said they could get nasty if they felt they’d been wronged-”

“Ok, ok. Look, lets just go lay down. We’ll watch some netflix and just try to forget about it ok?” “Ok” Richard said with a sigh.

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They’d been home for about an hour when Richard decided to go take a nice relaxing bath. Yes, this is just the thing he said to himself. A glass of wine, a good book, a nice hot bath, that’ll do the trick. He started the bathwater, lit some candles, poured a glass of merlot and grabbed his most recent book, a study in the nature of wormholes by some scientist that had gotten caught in one of those underage prostitution stings a few years ago.

Richard disrobed (he was wearing a robe) and slipped into the nice warm bath, soaking away his fears and worries. Alex knocked at the bathroom door and said “Sweetie, I’m gonna go up to McDonalds real quick.” Alex routinely capped off dinner at Applebees with a far more satisfying big mac about an hour later. “You want anything?”

“No, thanks. Just gonna enjoy my bath. Thanks. Be careful.”

“YOU be careful. I hope there’s no koi in that bathtub.” Alex laughed from behind the door.

Richard didn’t respond, but cast his eyes furtively at the tub. How stupid. Of course there’s no koi in the tub.

“And just in case there are,” he added, “I’m on to your tricks.”

**** Richard awoke with a start. The water had turned cold. He realized he must have fallen asleep in the tub. His candles had burned out and the room was very dark. He pulled himself out of the tub, noting that no light was coming in through the crack under the door. He felt around for the towel rack and, finding one, wrapped himself up. The chill March air made him shiver as he felt around for the lightswitch, and he finally found it, along with the bathroom heater. Turning both on, he stepped in front of the mirror to comb his hair, then, shrieking (again, just like a girl) took a step back. Written across the mirror in lipstick were the words “I KNOW WHAT YOU DID”.

Richard stormed through the bedroom and into Alex’s computer room. “Dude, that is so not funny”

Alex jumped up from his chair. Some superhero in a cat-man costume was doing battle with what appeared to be a giant gummi bear on the screen. “What?”

“You could’ve woke me up, that water is freezing”

“Sweetie, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep. I could hear the water splashing around in there and decided to not bother you.”

“Oh whatever, I saw the lipstick, I know what you did. You didn’t hear any water splashing, I’ve been asleep in the tub for-what time is it? God it must’ve been two hours.”

“Richard, calm down. I dont know what lipstick you’re talking about. I did hear splashing in the tub, I didn’t know what you were doing in there, so I just left you alone. What lipstick?”

Richard led Alex back into the bathroom and pointed to the mirror. There was nothing there. “Wait, hold on, I know I saw- hold on, how’d you-” Richard stammered angrily. “Where the hell did you even get lipstick Alex?” he demanded loudly.

Alex stared in bewilderment. “I have no idea what you’re talking about right now” was the only thing he could offer. Richard fumed.

“God dammit” Richard grumbled and began to storm out of the bathroom, but kicked something on his way- It was a tube of lipstick. He bent down to pick it up and said “See? Lipstick. Now why the hell-” and he stopped mid-sentence. He held the tube up closer and looked at the name. It was apparently a brand called “Topshop” and the name of this particular shade was ‘Feeling Coy’.

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Richard barely paused to get dressed before he was out in his backyard, Alex close at his heels.

“Richard, honey, look,” Alex tried to restrain him gently, but Richard pulled away, his eyes fixed on the store room.

“Richard, what are you doing?”

“They want their damn pond, I’m gonna give em their pond.”

Richard cleared the yard and flung open the door to the store room. He reached inside and quickly yanked out an old rusty shovel that had been left here by the previous owner.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“I told you, I’m giving them their damn pond”

“Richard this is insane, come inside”

In response, Richard buried the shovel up to the hilt in the sod that marked where the Koi pond had once been. As he did, they both heard the sound of the water hose turning on.

“Wait, who-” Alex paused. Richard glared at him. “You know who.”

Alex looked at him with disbelief. “Richard, I’m leaving. Something weird is going on here, we should go.” “You go. I’m going to end this.”

Alex shook his head and backed away. Before he got out of the driveway, he stole one last look at Richard, silhouetted against the moonlight, already ankle deep in a small hole.

******

Alex found him lying on his back in the mud at the edge of the new pond the next morning, an open book lying across his chest. . Alex had spent the night with friends and came back at dawn to find him there. The yard was completely flooded, and the hole Richard had dug was completely filled with muddy water, his feet dangling in.

“Richard, wake up. Are you okay?” Alex shook him. Richard lifted his head for a moment, then collapsed back down. With a trembling hand, he clawed the book on his chest and handed it to Alex. It was a book Richard had purchased just a couple weeks ago from Books-A-Million-- a book of poems he got because he thought it would make him “look smart” to have it casually laid open on the coffee table when guests came over.

Alex took the book, and saw it was opened to an old Andrew Marvell poem, “To His Coy Mistress.” Below, crudely scrawled in what appeared to be more red lipstick, was the word “REMEMBER.” Alex gasped at a sudden splash behind him.

“Fuuuuuuck this,” he said, throwing down the book into the muddy hole, and with a surge of fury snatched up the shovel from the ground beside Richard. “I’m going to show those mother fuckers what being coy is all about.”

Six hours later, the coroner was stumped. How could both men possibly have drowned in a backyard hole less than a foot deep? Yet that is what their autopsies revealed. He looked at their faces, and compared the bodies to their license photos. Why were they both wearing lipstick? Must be fags.

…

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Through the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

The End.

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