#this bastard could've have his fucking seat if he just STOPPED BEING AN ASSHOLE

[bluelolblue]

Santino D'Antonio screenshots with my silly comments PART 4

This is the final one, don't mind me being a simp😋

Did I analyze this twink for the 100th time? Yes. Will I do it again? One day probably bc I'm so happy to share my interests :D

Anyway, enjoy the last part <3

When he realized he might never see Ares again...

But still believed in her

"Ow my ear and face hurt 😣"

"I hope no one notices this, gotta stay calm." - Santino in his mind

Look at him struggling to remain calm, seeking out safety in The Continental

Cat in distress 😞

"I want his membership revoked. NOW. 😠"

That was so bratty of him 😋

And Winston was NOT having it

Bro came here and was like "Then you know that I have the right to demand..."

BOI YOU AIN'T HAVING SHIT TO DEMAND 💀

When Winston doesn't want to listen to you and suggests you to get dinner 🙄

The way he glanced Winston like:

"Eh whatever you old fuck."

When you're actually fucking supposed to be safe in The Continental hotel BUT you decided to taunt your crush even more (your crush is mf John Wick)

Moments before a big disaster

"Yeah Johnathan...walk away-"

Even in his final moments...he remained looking handsome 🤧

He died with a style...😞

What's even more fucked up he probably didn't even register the bullet, it happened too fast

If only he kept his pretty mouth shut...he would've survived

But NO he had to be a bitchy asshole and mock John even more 😭

Ugh Santino you beautiful bastard YOU COULD'VE HAVE IT ALL IF YOU JUST KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT AAAHHH

So that's all on this random posts :)

No one asked for this but I just felt the need to post about him, I hope it was entertaining enough (I had fun taking all of the screenshots and just writing down anything that came to my mind)

About this beautiful bastard

Rip Santino D'Antonio you absolutely beautiful asshole ❤️🤧

[heongiu]

Girle I don't know what to request except for smut but... Gun and Goo school au. No charles choi and crews. Just them being dumb fucks.

OMG I LOVE THOSE TWO DUMB FUCKS FR 😭😭😭 tysm for the request anon! I really appreciate it!

Gun and Goo Highschool AU ||

To be very straightforward, Gun was never proud of knowing Goo from a long time, back in high school when times were a lot more 'peaceful', as one would describe, the stress from doing all the errand for Charles, over and over continuously without an end is what makes Gun think maybe, the time he spent in highschool, was not so inadequate at all.

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It was the time when Gun realised his seat was assigned next to a goofy delinquent, one who knew no limits to his wickedness. Gun hesitated to sit down next to him, he could've been better off alone, then all of the sudden, he has to sit with someone who he doesn't even have the slightest liking for? Why the hell would he want to sit down? It's not that he's entitled to?

But then he realized there were less chairs than he had assumed there would have been. And now, to his demise, he has to sit down next to that scatterbrained idiot. Gun was pissed, he shunned the Blonde-man's presence.

"I will never fucking sit with that asshole.. " Gun thought to himself, furiously clicking the pen in his hand open and close on and on again. And dubiously, Goo had noticed him already, he had his signature cocky grin on his face, soon enough he opened his abrupt mouth to talk to Gun, or rather make fun of him.

"You'd look better standing than sitting here" he teased Gun monotonously, mocking his stern mannerism.

Gun was enraged. How did that bastard even dare to?..

Well it was true Goo has always been a pain in the ass ever since he was a teenager, but maybe even more when he still was.

As Gun stood there silently, Goo placed both of his legs on the table, crossing them amusingly.

"see? I told you ~ you look better like that" Goo commented sarcastically, trying to get on his nerves or to piss him off at least.

And in a wink of an eye, Gun grabbed him by his collar harshly.

"Get up." He shouted at him, a glint of rage in his eyes.

"eh? Alright~" He was clearly teasing him at this point, as he got up and inched himself close to him. The atmosphere of the classroom became intense. The students who were sitting down in the front looked to the back to see what was going on.

"You really think you're getting away with that?" Goo snickered at his sentence, that man never had any shame to start with.

"yes, and what about it?"

And that was the only thing left to make Gun even more desperate to kick his arrogant and prideful self.

"You-" Gun clenched his fist and almost hit Goo, but he stopped last minute.

"what? Are you scared?~" Goo teased him

"Meet me after class." Gun mentioned as he left the classroom. Well, he would rather die than sit next to him.

Goo acted dramatically, as if he was scared by his sentence, and he wasn't.

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it was evident, as they kept fighting like silly kids fighting over their toys, they became friends, even when they never presumed to. Even if their personalities were opposites.

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"Gun! Did you know that-" Goo kicked open the classroom door, his hands in his pocket as he walked over to Gun who was..cornered by a girl, Wait what? A girl? How could that even happen?! Gun and with a Girl?

"what the fuck?" Goo thought to himself, it was funny and shocking at the same moment.

The truth was, this girl wouldn't leave him alone, even when Gun clearly wasn't interested and all he could do at this part was facepalm himself.

He looked at Goo, signalling him to get him out of this, desperately.

"what? He's asking me for help?!" Goo thought to himself, maybe he should help him, he probably doesn't wanna be there anymore, poor him.

"Yo Gun, Let's go pee together" He grabbed Gun's arm and walked him out of there, but what the fuck had he just said? Pee together?

All his classmates were looking at him very...interestingly, As if even they couldn't believe what had happened.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? PEE TOGETHER?!? WHAT ARE YOU AN IDIOT?" Gun yelled at, grabbing his collar, his face was bright red in embarassment.

"Yoo chill! Atleast I got you out of there, think about it!" As Goo replied, Gun's expression had softened, but his ears were still red, maybe it's not as bad as he thinks, right? Or maybe not.

And when they got to class the next day, the entire class was staring at them, holding back their laughter, because if they laughed they'd be dead. And so Gun sat next to Goo, facing away in embarassment.

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[spaceyflowerswriting]

totally platonic (mary kim x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au but vin and mary kept their ppp era styles, you and mary kim are friends crushing on each other

summary: you help mary find her dropped eraser. also, vin jin's there being his bastard self.

a/n: this is basically vin + mary antics ft you <3

×

"Mary...?" You stopped in your tracks to stare into the classroom after you recognized the blonde. She was currently under a desk.

"Huh?--Ow!" Her head bumped against the desk as she crawled back out. She readjusted her cap and looked towards the classroom entrance where she heard the voice. Her eyes widened once she saw you, and a big smile made its way onto her lips. "Hey! What're you doing around so late?"

You smiled a little yourself at her charm. "It's not that late. I just stayed behind to help the Architecture Department with some stuff. What were you doing, though?"

Mary sighed, laughing a bit. "I, uh. Dropped my eraser." She pointed at Vin Jin in the corner, who you didn't even notice with how unusally quiet he was. He was currently staring out the window, seated and leaning back on a chair with his legs kicked up on a desk. "This asshole's not helping so I've just been trying find my eraser for the past few minutes alone."

Vin Jin turned his head at the mention of him. When he seemed to see you, he just put on a stupid grin and waved. "Yo. You Mary's pal? I think I'm starting to recognize you from your voice alone 'cause you're always going, 'MARY!!'" He changed the pitch of his voice to better match yours at the end. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't accurate.

"Ignore him," Mary said quietly, an apologetic look on her face as Vin Jin cackled in the background.

Your face warmed up but you just grimaced and tried to ignore it. You put your focus on Mary instead. "Why don't you get a new eraser?"

"I would've, but the eraser I dropped was new..." Her gaze moved to the floor. "I don't wanna have it go to waste." She crouched down and was beginning to look under desks again. "It's like the size of my thumb, I don't know how I could've possibly lost it."

"I'll help!" you exclaimed, properly entering the classroom and joining her in the crouching.

"Really?" She brightened up at your offer. "Thanks, but you don't have to."

"You're my friend, Mary, how could I not?"

The second your response left your mouth, there was a tinge of bitterness felt by you and Mary at the same time. Not that either of you knew the other felt it.

Vin Jin did notice, though. And if Mary wasn't his best friend he would've said something, but because she was, he only made a whistling sound.

She threw him a warning glance anyway before plastering on a smile for you. "Yeah, uh, thanks! Let's find that eraser."

You nodded, also plastering a smile on your face.

~

"Damn, y'all still looking?"

Mary rolled her eyes. "Vin, it's been like two minutes."

"That's a lot of fucking time!" Vin Jin properly set his chair back down and then stood up. "I'm outta here, Mary."

"Then leave, you weren't helping anyway," Mary said, Vin Jin scoffing as if she was ungrateful for something.

"Whatever. See ya, losers--UGH!" On his way out, Vin Jin bumped into a desk, somehow nearly knocking himself and the desk down. He managed to regain his balance and grab the desk before it fell. Mary burst into laughter at the sight with you chuckling along. Vin Jin sent glares towards you both. "Hey, it wasn't THAT funny!"

"Yeah it was!" Mary was still cracking up and Vin Jin actually looked a little embarrassed.

While you were laughing, you noticed something suspiciously eraser colored peek out of the pocket from Vin Jin's hoodie. "Hey, what's that in your pocket?" You pointed.

He looked from his pocket to you before giving you a look like you were dumb. "Uh, my eraser, duh."

Mary narrowed her brows and put a hand out. "Hey. Let me see it real quick."

Now Vin Jin just looked offended at being accused. "It's my eraser! I wouldn't steal from you, I know how scary you are firsthand."

"Give it!"

"Alright, jeez!" Vin Jin tossed said eraser at Mary.

When she caught it, you scooted closer to peer over her shoulder. She flipped the eraser and it revealed to have her name etched on the back. You couldn't help but laugh a little while Mary deadpanned. She held up the eraser to Vin Jin.

"So much for your eraser, huh."

His jaw dropped. "W-well!" he sputtered, "You can't blame me! Who the hell even picks up erasers and goes, 'Oh, let me check both sides in case someone wrote their name on the other side!'"

Mary began to stand up, a rather threatening aura coming from her. "So did you steal it or no?"

"I dropped my eraser, too! I just thought--" Vin Jin paused. "Wait, if I picked up your eraser then... where's my eraser?"

"That's your problem now." Mary gave him a grin and Vin Jin groaned.

You just smiled and stood up to join them, dusting yourself off. "Mystery solved, right?"

Mary turned to you, giving you an elbow bump. "You bet. Thanks for helping, even if we kinda did all that looking around for nothing."

"Of course--!"

Vin Jin interrupted with, "Hey, now you two have to help me look for my eraser--" but Mary was quick to also interrupt him with a firm, "Nope!"

"The hell you mean 'nope?!'"

Mary gave Vin Jin a playful wink before grabbing your hand and beginning to run off. Caught in the moment, you just went along with it and ran off with her. The melody of your combined laughter with hers filled the empty halls.

Once you were both outside, Mary finally stopped to take a breather. You were both still laughing lightly at the sudden escape.

"Is--Is Vin Jin going to be okay?" You asked between huffs, "I remember him saying his sunglasses make it hard for him to see sometimes."

"He'll be fine. I'll go back to get him." Mary cleared her throat. "Eventually." She laughed again before growing sheepish and looking into your eyes with a sincere smile. "I just wanted to get a quick moment alone with you."

"O-oh." The stutter that unintentionally came out made you want to bite your tongue off.

"I wanted to say thanks, but more sincerely." The way her tone softened gave you butterflies. "I know it's kinda weird to say this after you did something as simple as helping me find an eraser, but all your nice favors stack up, you know?"

You wondered where she was going with this.

"So... I feel like I owe you something. We haven't properly hung out in a while, right? Maybe this Saturday we could drop by an arcade or something."

Ah.

Well.

A love confession was only your second guess. You were more than happy to be invited to hang out somewhere by your crush anyways.

"Sure, Mary!" you beamed at her, adoring the way her eyes sparkled at your acceptance.

"Great! I'll text you about this later. Gotta go back to Vin Jin in case he causes trouble." She chuckled at her last statement and then moved her gaze downwards towards your hands, still held together. She stared for a moment before turning a little red and slowly letting go. As her fingertips brushed away from yours, she said, "Get home safe!" before turning back to head into the school.

"You too!" you replied, smiling when she looked back at you to give you a grin and nod of acknowledgement.

~

"You're a bitch for leaving me in that classroom."

Mary laughed as Vin Jin gave her a light shove by bumping into her as they walked down the hall. She gave him a light shove back, saying, "My bad. At least we got your dumbass eraser back."

"Yeah, yeah." He huffed and shoved his hands down his pockets. "By the way."

"Hm?"

"When are you gonna marry that fucker?"

Mary squinted her eyes. "Who?"

"Your little friend."

Blush entered Mary's cheeks which greatly amused Vin Jin. She just sighed heavily, thinking about your adorable face and the upcoming impromptu hangout. "It's... in my future plans."

Vin Jin stopped in tracks. "AYO?!"

"I'll get around to it once I ask them out some day." Mary continued walking, although it was really just a way for her to walk off her feelings of embarrassment. "Also, don't call them 'fucker.'"

Her friend caught up with her, using a hand to gesture vaguely as he spoke. "I said it in an UH-ffectionate way. It's a compliment."

He received a kick in the leg for the response. "I'm not inviting you to my wedding."

"WHA--WHO ELSE IS GONNA BE YOUR BEST MAN?!"

[aficwhore]

Truth Is

Chapter 1: A Night Many Months Ago

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x F!reader

Summary: When reuniting for the mission in Colombia, Frankie and the reader (nicknamed "Chipmunk"), bicker due to their rocky past. After some angry exchanges, a few truths come out, changing both of their perspectives. Will the relationship be mended? Or once this is over, will they go back to the way things were before?

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: explicit language, blood, violence, guns/weapons, lots of angst and emotions, infidelity, talk of sex and sexual encounters, drinking, mentions of drugs, talk of death, and talk of mental health(PTSD, depression).

A/N: This was inspired by the song "Truth Is" by Sabrina Claudio. I want to make this a series (my first series ever), but it's still being decided, so please let me know if you want this to be continued! And I am still taking requests and prompts! Thanks Lovelies <3

"Cmon, please Chip, we can't do this without you." Santiago begged, his hands clasped together in front of him to show his desperation as he stood before me in my small apartment kitchen. I sighed, glancing around our surroundings. He had come to ask about joining one last escapade, one last job and we'd all be set for the rest of our lives.

Finally breaking the silence and meeting his weary gaze, "Who all have you rounded up? If Will or Benny said no, there's no way I'm doing it without them." I took another deep breath, turning to continue the dishes I had been doing when Pope showed up.

Santi's face began to light up, his stance growing slightly as he grinned, "Great! They both wanted in, so did Tom." Seeming relieved he leaned against the counter next to the sink and crossed his arms.

"And F-Fish?" I hesitated, pausing the scrubbing on the porcelain dish in my hand. It felt like the air in my lungs no longer existed. My heart began to pound it's way up my throat and into my ears.

His head dipped down, feeling the concern laced in my voice. Clearing his voice, he quietly explained "Haven't asked him yet, he was last on my list."

I silently placed the last dish onto the rack near the sink and wiped my wet hands on my jeans, looking down and watching the wet marks gradually making themselves known. No longer forcing myself to make eye contact, I nodded at the ground.

"Look, querida, if you two just talked I'm sure it would work out." He pushed himself off the counter and stepped towards me, reaching a hand out and gently rubbing my shoulder to console me. "But don't let this change your mind, we really do need you."

"When are you going to mention it to him?" I breathed out, wanting to keep any and all emotions at bay. His hand on my arm squeezed, as if he was trying to give me some courage.

"Tonight, at Benny's fight, I thought his spirits would be up enough to persuade him." He chuckled lightly, knowing his plan was to take a little bit of advantage of Frankie's mood.

I laughed softly, "Definitely sounds like a Santi move if you ask me."

He smirked and shook his head "I know, shame on me." As he dropped his hand back to his side he quirked, "You should come tonight, we can go out for drinks after the fight, relax a little before we leave tomorrow."

It took me a second to register what he said, but when I did I burst out "wait what?! Tomorrow? Santi, why didn't you tell me that? You forgot the biggest detail!"

He cowered down slightly, rubbing the back of his neck "Because I knew you'd yell at me, it was worth a shot putting off the anger a little longer." He smiled coyly.

Rolling my eyes I couldn't help but forgive his dumb smile. "Well it starts soon, why don't I get my things real quick and we can head to the arena together?"

His smile widened, "Of course!" I grabbed my purse and keys, making sure to turn off the lights and lock the door behind me. As we made our way down the elevator and out to his car, Santi told me a few details about the missions and the plan. But once we got into his rinky dink ford truck, I turned to him.

"About Frankie, I'm sure one of the boys told you, but just in case; his license was revoked." Santi's face contorted with confusion.

"What? How? Did he crash or hurt somebody?" He questioned quickly.

After taking a breath of courage I spoke, "No Pope. He-He was caught with coke."

Santi stayed quiet, turning the engine on. "I don't get it" A sad expression plastered on his face.

With a furrow in my brow I spoke again, "What don't you get? He was doing drugs, hardcore ones at that". I began to ramble more, "For what reason, I'm not sure, maybe the PTSD and depression. Maybe he felt he had no one to go to-"

"Stop. I know." He cut me off while finally shifting the gear into drive and moving up forward. "You can't blame anyone for this. All we can do is move on and help him. He's our friend, okay? But I know he's still the same Fish, just a little turned around."

"I know, okay. I can't help it. From what the boys told me, he seems to be a lot better." I added, stirring in my seat. "Anyways, it's been awhile since all of us have been back together. It's exciting."

Santi snickered, "But didn't you all hang out while I've been out of the U.S.?"

Seeing that we're close to the arena's parking garage I explained, "I mean, yea, but only me, Ironhead, Benny and Fish. I haven't talked to Redfly in months, we all had a fallout with him. Especially me."

"Tom didn't say anything when I talked to him, Do you wanna fill me in?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Huffing, I turn to face him, telling him the events of that night.

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The four of us, the Millers, Frankie and I sat on my couch, watching TV and talking, when we hear a bang at the door. I got up to open it and find Tom slumped on the doorway. He looked rough and smelled like he had been drinking the past several days. "Woah, Tom, you're really drunk, and you drove here?"

He snapped, beginning to yell, "Who are you to judge me? Huh? My wife left me, this is how I cope." He angrily pushed his way past me and tumbled into the living room. He was greeted with the boys standing around him with concerned faces.

"What the hell were you thinking? You know how dangerous that is? You know you could've called and we would've been there for you!" I raised my voice back, causing Tom to swing around to face me.

He laughed darkly, "Oh shut up 'Miss Perfect,' just like you did for Fish? When he was nose deep in coke? Or are you too self obsessed? Or do you just have favorites!"

"Hey man, that's not cool." Will interrupted and tried to get a handle on Tom. Frankie lowered his head in embarrassment. Will reached forward and placed a hand on his back, but things escalated more.

"Oh okay, yea protect the whore, we all know she's there for you guys more than just talking. I wouldn't doubt it if you all fucked her too. But me? Nah, you leave me out of everything." Tom howled, yanking away from Will and slurring his words and no longer making sense.

Anger becoming more prominent, I spoke, "Seriously?! Whore?! How is it my fault that you push us away and don't let us help? We include you in everything, but you have your head so far stuck up your ass you never show up!" I've come face to face with him, my hot breath and voice blowing into his face above me. "And another thing, I'm not a whore, you asshole, I'm with Frankie!"

He leaned closer to me, his breath reeking of alcohol, "Just him? Does he know where you're at everyday Monday and Wednesday at 1?! I doubt it!"

Frankie speaks up, "What? What is he talking about?" A devilish smirk makes its way to Tom's face.

"Nothing, I swear it's nothing." I try to explain, making eye contact with my partially hurt lover.

"Tell him, tell him you've been seeing a 'Dr. Philips.' Go on, do it." He rubs it in.

Looking behind Tom, I saw Frankie looking like his world had just shattered. "You've been seeing someone?!"

Panicking, I speak, "Yes, but it's not what you think, I promise!"

"Then what is it?" Tom adds, stumbling back a foot and crossing his arms contently at the damage he just caused.

Benny spoke up, knowing the truth about who I was "seeing." "You need to leave man, you have no right to say shit like that. You don't know the real situation"

Tom burst, yelling "I want her to admit it! I want her to admit that she isn't the perfect bitch she makes herself out to be!"

"Fuck you! Get the hell out of my house!" I scream, tears slightly welling in my eyes. "Frankie-" I turn to him, but to find him grabbing his things. "Baby please, let me explain."

"Explain what? You've been cheating on me?" his voice is loud, and cracks slightly.

A tear breaks its way down my cheek, "I haven't, Frankie, please believe me." I grab his hand, trying to stall his movements, but he pulls away.

"You just admitted it!" He frowns and yanks his hand away and heads for the door.

"That's right Fishie boy! Leave her, she's no good anyway!" Tom squawks as Benny grabs a hold of him and shoves him to the door, Will right behind to help.

"You bastard!" I lunged forward and swung my hand, landing right on the side of his face with a loud crack. Frankie spun around, startled at my actions.

The action only fueled Tom's anger because he ripped away from Benny's grip and grabbed me. I didn't back down and started to shove him and swing my arms, hitting him in the face and chest as he fought back.

But just as quickly as the fight started, it ended. Frankie tore me off of Tom, pinning me to his chest and stopping my brutal hits. Will and Benny wrested Tom into submission and dragged him out of the front door as he yelled slurs at me, and dumped him outside with a battered face.

While the brothers were dealing with a drunk Redfly, Frankie scolded and verbally fought with me.

"Just tell me! Who is Dr. Philips!" He questioned, slightly shaking me by the shoulders.

With many emotions running through my head, I couldn't process what was going on. "I-I can't, Frankie, I can't even admit it to myself." Tears streaming down my face I brought my hands up to the sides of his face. "But you have to believe me, por favor (please)."

Francisco looked like he was fighting an emotional battle in his mind. He finally spoke, "Either you tell me, or I leave, I can't do this, not if you keep things from me."

Feeling my heart break, I whispered "Please, mi amor (my love), don't make me. I'm not strong enough." My eyes now running like an open faucet and my hands tightly pressed to his cheeks.

He blinks away tears, reaching his hands up to grab mine and pull them away from his face, "Then I have to go." He drops my hands and turns to leave.

"Por favor no me dejes! (Please don't leave me)" I call after him, watching as he heads out of the door and into the night, leaving me alone. I drop to the floor, tears blurring my vision and all that can be heard are my sobs.

After what feels like hours, Will and Benny return, picking me up off the floor and taking me to my bed. They lay me down, attempting to help my emotional breakdown. They pick up whatever mess that was left after the event of that night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~end flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"And after that night, Tom was no longer invited anywhere with us. Frankie distanced himself and refused to talk to me. But Will and Benny did their best to be there for me in any way they could. They did the same for Frankie. But as for Tom, they casted him out, because he changed, badly." I finished covering the story of that night, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. "And the Dr. Philips I was seeing, was my therapist. I didn't want anyone to know I wasn't okay mentally. I was embarrassed and part of me didn't want to admit I needed help. The lives we chose aren't easy."

Santi parked, and seemed shocked, "I'm sorry love, I knew you split with Fish, but didn't know any details or about Tom." He reached over and patted my thigh sympathetically. "I really am sorry that you went through all of that because Tom was an asshole. You really don't have to do this-"

"No I want to, I'm in a better place, so is everyone else." I smiled shyly, wanting to lift the spirits. "So what do you say? Let's go wrangle up our boys and get rich?"

Pope smiled brightly, "Hell yes!" We both got out of the car, and headed to the back of the arena and knocked, hoping Will was there to open it like he told Santi he would. Much to our luck, the door swung open to reveal a tall, smiling, blonde Miller brother.

"Brother!" Santi chuckled as he pulled the eldest Miller into a hug, clapping each other on the back. They pulled away as Pope headed inside to find the others.

"Hey pretty girl, long time no see." Will joked, hugging me tightly.

I scoffed, "Will, you were just at my house last night." We both laughed and he led me into a rank smelling locker room, which I assumed was for Benny to get ready. As we rounded the corner, I saw Benny and Tom chatting on one of the benches between the lockers.

"Chipmunk!" Benny roared as he ran over, picked me up and spun me around. "I missed you! I'm so glad you could make it!" He sat me back down and stepped back to sit on the bench again.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss you getting your ass beat for the world!" I giggled as I winked at him, showing the younger of us a bit of love.

He shook his head with a grin. As my eyes left him, they met with the eyes of Tom. He seemed to have a look of regret, trying to give me a sad smile.

I walked over to him, reaching my hand in a fist forward, lightly tapping his shoulder, "Hey fly, how you been?"

A small wave of relief washed over him as he responded "I'm good Chip, how are you? And look I'm really sorry, I wasn't in a good place and I regret-"

"Its okay Tom, really, it is. I'm just glad you're better. It's water under the bridge." I sit next to him and pat his back, showing that all, or at least most, is forgiven.

He nods slowly, "Thank you, it means a lot that you're here."

"Oh cmon you have to admit it, you couldn't do it without me, the best there is." I pretend to act over confident and burst into laughter. And Tom joins in.

As Tom and I begin to catch up, talking about what we've missed these past several months, I overhear a conversation.

"Hermano (brother)! How are you?" Santi greets Frankie, I assume, he was the last of us, who wasn't already here. When I realize that it is him, my heart begins to race. My skin starts to burn and get hot, my palms becoming sweaty.

"Pope! Benny! Ironhead! What is this, a reunion?" Frankie's voice echoes as they come closer. As the three round the corner, "All we need is Redfly and Chip-" Frankie stops as we become revealed to him. Tom gets up immediately and struts over to give Fish a hug. Frankie's face lights up with glee and hugs him back. When they step away from each other, I wearily stand up and all he does is give an awkward smile and nods in my direction.

Benny attempts to whisper to Santi, "Ouch, that's cold." And Santi jabs him in the stomach with his elbow, causing him to double over and make a "hmf" sound.

Being slightly hurt, I break the uneasy tension by opening an invitation, "Alright well I'm gonna go get a beer and find us some good seats, it's close to showtime!" Faking a smile I continue, "Who's coming?"

"Me, I can't be in here with this doofus anymore." Will chuckle as he ruffles Ben's hair and follows right behind me.

When we make it to the concession stand and order beers, Will taps my arm, "How are you feeling?"

With a sigh, "Honestly I expected that, but it hurt more when it actually happened. But what can I say." I grab out drinks from the concession worker and thank her and turn on my heels to find a seat. "I love him, and if that means waiting to mend things, it worth it, even if it means waiting forever."

Will offers a sympathetic grin. "It'll work, just watch. Oh! Over there! Perfect seats!" He points as his attention was caught by an opening near the rink. He pursues it as I follow behind.

While we sit, we joke around, waiting for the rest of the gang to come sit and watch Benny get thrown around. Finally the last three show up and sit with us, Tom sat on Will's right side, me on his other side, Santi on my left, but when Frankie walks up, he bends down and whispers to Santi, causing him to scoot further away from me and leaving room for Frankie to slot himself between us. Which took me by surprise. Once he was seated, he glanced over to me and gave me a genuine smile.

We don't say a word as the lights begin to dim and the announcer's voice breaks through the speaks, introducing our dear Benny and his opponent.

Our small group starts to cheer and scream Benny's name, to show him support. As he enters the rink, he searches for us, and when he finds us, he smiles big.

In the midst of all the commotion, Frankie leans over and whispers to me, "I missed you, cariño (sweetheart)."

My face whips around to meet a very close Fish, who is smiling. "I missed you too." I give a small smile and lean to my side to shoulder bump him, as he places a hand on my knee.

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Not sure what you will think of this one, but my mind inhabits the most unusual of places.

It was the last beer and we'd shared it on the way to town for another twelve-pack. I barely knew Antonio. He'd only been there a couple of weeks, but it was the damnedest thing I'd ever seen. Nobody, and I do mean nobody, could talk to a horse the way he did. I thought it was a fluke the first time. Then he did it again and I knew it couldn't be natural.

We had a contract with the state for wild mustang management. It wasn't the easiest job in the world, but I liked the outdoors and it beat hell out of watching my old man slap his third or fourth wife around. Maybe Sheila was the fifth; I'd stopped counting or giving much of a shit by that point. For my purposes at nineteen, it was a godsend they'd hired me and paid my bus fare to Utah. We rounded them up, checked them for diseases, tagged them, sold off the limit, gave them their shots and then trucked them back to the desert.

I'd been at the ranch for maybe three months when he came up one night seemingly outta nowhere and sat next to me at the fire. I greeted him in what little Spanish I knew. "Save it, dude. I speak English." And that was that.

One of the stallions was raising bloody hell in the pen and stirring up the other horses. I stood up to see if I could go quiet him down. Antonio braced a hand on my knee and said as he was standing, "Can I borrow that? Thanks." He took the beer out of my hand, turned it up and walked over to the corral with it in his hand. Sitting the bottle on the post, he hopped the fence, picked the bottle up and walked straight over to the hellraiser.

Just walked inside like he owned the place. He was fixing to get trampled to death near as I could tell, when he grabbed that bad boy by his mane and said something. The horse shook its head side to side. Antonio jerked harder on a handful of hair, the horse quieted down and lowered its head. Then the crazy fuck turned up that bottle, and I swear to God, I saw a mustang down the rest of my beer.

Tossing the bottle over, he walked back to the fence and hopped it again like nothing had happened. Picking up the empty he came back to the campfire and said, "Sorry about that. Can I get you another?"

Stunned, I asked, "What the fuck was that about?"

"Horses can smell fear. And some of them like beer." He walked away leaving me gape-jawed and went to the bunkhouse for another round. When he came back with our longnecks, he twisted the lid off one with his forefinger and thumb. I'd never seen anyone do that either.

Bottle in hand, I asked, "Where you from?"

"Can't say exactly. I tend to move around a lot. Guess you could call me a restless spirit." Bending down, he placed the same hand on my knee again to sit like an old man trying to find his bearings and steady himself. I hadn't noticed it earlier, but the chill of his touch radiated through my jeans to my kneecap.

The hand was just as icy when he extended it. "Antonio. What's your name, cowboy?"

"Jason. Jason Sparks. But most people just call me Rufus or asshole. Seems I'm the low man on the totem pole around here."

He laughed and said, "Not anymore. I just blew into town. I'll be working the night shift."

"Night shift? I wasn't aware we had one."

"Yeah, I'm something of a specialist. These positions can be hard to fill. Not everybody can handle an alcoholic horse with bad dreams."

I literally fell off the log laughing. Struggling to get up, Antonio grabbed the collar of my jacket and pulled me back to an upright position. Without any real effort on my part, I found my ass firmly planted on the log again. If he was superman, I didn't see where he could be hiding the muscles. We were about the same size and weight from what I could tell. He chuckled and mumbled something about horses not being the only alcoholics in those parts.

"I'll drink to that. Let me get us one more beer and then I guess I'll turn in for the night. Where are you bunking?"

"Next to you if there's room still available at the inn. Larry said to grab any empty bed I could find. And yours kind of looked like a mess when I was stowing my gear. But at least it didn't smell like shit."

Stopping to take a piss I wondered how he knew which bed was mine, but in the quest for brewskis I'd forgotten the question by the time I returned. As if reading the mind I was in the process of losing, he stated very matter-of-factly, "You don't smell like a cowboy or a horse with a drinking problem."

Not knowing exactly how to or if I should reply, I thought a moment and said, "Generally speaking, I don't go around smelling cowboys or their sheets, and I damned sure ain't smelling a horse's breath to see if they've been drinking."

He must've sensed my unease. Clinking his bottle against mine, he offered, "Sorry, I have a really weird nose. It smells the strangest damned things. Guess that's why I'm good with the horses. I smell what they smell."

"Ain't nothing wrong with your nose, Antonio," I blurted out. "You have a real nice nose. Most of these ugly old bastards have had their's broken in so many bar fights, I don't really want to think about it, much less how they smell."

Bumping his shoulder against mine, he clinked his nearly empty bottle to mine and said, "Yeah, I'll take loving over fighting any time I can. Probably why I get along with the horses and avoid divorces.

We had minimal contact after that. Other than rolling over or the occasional fart, I didn't hear much out of him for the next two weeks. Except in my dreams if I'm going to be perfectly damned honest about this. And generally speaking, I didn't have much of a habit dreaming about other men, at least not in that way. But there he was, more than once, pretty damned specifically. If I'd been anyone else, it would've been hard to ignore. Only I'd learned to master any direct concern for my actual feelings, and dick management had never been an issue for me personally.

The crew I was working was out on range management. I'd barely been back to the place long enough to sleep, much less for fireside chitchat. Then Saturday night came, we were going to take a couple days off and there he was. Just like in my damned dreams. I have no reason to lie. It was disconcerting when I saw him sprawled out there next to the fire. Not a care in the world, acting as if he'd grown up right out of the ground on that very spot, he smiled.

Looking me directly in the eye as if he hadn't invaded my dreams, he said casually as a cousin, "Hey Jason Sparks, if you're going to the house, could you grab me another cold one?" It had been a particularly hard week, I was bone-ass tired and his nose still wasn't broken in six different places. Two beers later we were left alone with a raging fire and the feelings I was experiencing that matched that blaze. I really wanted to kick his ass. Antonio had seriously fucked with my head, and he didn't seem to know or at least care.

He got up for the third round. It wasn't my knee he touched that sent icy shivers up my spine this time. It was my thigh. About three inches below the part that separates the men from the boys. Close enough for discomfort, I met his glaze and that fire was dancing in his eyes. His nose still wasn't broken, but the quiet smirk on his face made me seriously think about rearranging it.

Fucker scratched my head as he walked away like I was some kind of damned puppy in love. Brought back another round and said, "These are the last ones, Jason Sparks. Let's polish them off and make a run into town. I'm still thirsty. If you'll drive, I'll buy."

That was the night and I guess the moment that changed or ended my life. Something deep inside me could hear it slowly rumbling. I'd seen it in those dreams. I simply didn't have the power to say no or the least of will to fight him. And we weren't struggling. I guess that was what's so odd about it. Everything in my body and soul knew it was happening, even if my conscious mind was slow in catching up. I wanted him. I'd be the worst kind of liar if I said I didn't. And I knew he knew it.

He took my hand and pulled me up off the ground. I could've just as easily staggered to my feet of my own accord. But he wanted that ice running through my veins clashing with my toasted toes inside those boots. And I felt it. Felt it thoroughly as we climbed in the truck and started the motor. Only once did he touch my body on the way to the store. It was completely casual and anything but innocent as the shivers raced up and down my spine.

He went in and came out. I felt very strange. Almost in an out-of-body floating feeling I drove away into the darkness of the rural night. I still remember. It was as vivid, quiet and unstoppable as a freight train bearing down on the family sedan stalled on the side of the tracks.

"Pull over." I could've kept driving, but the truth was that I'd pulled over two weeks before. "I said pull over, Jason Sparks." He didn't have to ask again. And the truth, as he very well knew, is that I'd been wanting to pull over my whole life. The cab of the truck was full of echoes and whispers as I floated above my body while it and he crawled into the back seat. Voices were everywhere, the engine was running and for the first time in my life I didn't give a damn.

I thought in some delirious way I was about to kiss a boy, but that wasn't it. That wasn't it at all. My feelings, those secreted desires weren't important. We weren't boys. I'd become a man without realizing or acknowledging it, and that brief period of my life was about to end abruptly.

It was brutal. How could I possibly forget when he folded down the lambswool collar of my jacket and sunk his teeth into my flesh? I could've fought him off, but I'd already struggled my whole life to be something different than what I was. Antonio was reconciling my conflicts, meeting my innermost longings and he'd bought the beer.