#but you do good on one test in 3rd grade and suddenly it’s ’yeah okay you’re part of the AIG group now ! good luck in highschool !’

[faerie-goddess]

my chronic migraine/brain trauma/ptsd timeline is actually:

infancy was spent with horrendous ear infections that led to the discovery im allergic to penicillin and my left ear suffered major ear damage, i could only hear 75% as a child, its worse now. i had to have speech therapy as it affected how i learned to speak. -ages 1-3

whacked in the head with golf club (frontal bone, left side above eye) had to get stitches - age 3

first distinct memories of having migraines - grade school

got glasses; actually remember parents, fam and doctor encouraging/hoping/praying it would fix my migraines - 3rd grade

glasses dont magically fix migraine issue, lots of going to doctor and a neurologist, tests, CT scans, diet restrictions, pills, and weekends spent in the dark with a wet rag on my head while my parents hosted parties - 4th grade

dentist realizes i will need braces but also orders removal of 8 teeth and then i had spacers :) - 4th grade also!!

neurologist told my parents good news is nothing is showing up. i dont actually have any idea what was actually concluded. i only remember stopping the medicine(s) and being told we would go back after puberty????? i think it was abandoned and assumed i would "grow out of it" - between 4th and 5th grade

"your dad has enlisted and will be going away for 3 months for basic training" - 5th grade oh yeah so that explains why it was suddenly dropped.

lots of moments with my best friend erica's family on trips spent puking in public or their car from my migraines amd calls to my parents and my sweet friend stroking my head for me. when we played pretend at sleepovers we would try old school witchcraft and even resorted to black magic to try to cure me. light as a feather but her head stiff as a board no cap - 6th grade

me to my dad one summer day in the BK drive thru: hey dad... my left hand and arm are tingly hehehe is this puberty?

dad: hold these fries we are going to the ER right now

*hours later* ER doc: ah yes what your daughter is experiencing are migraine PRE-symptoms its quite normal for those who suffer from migraines often. its like a warning bell youre about to have one. hope this helps. thank you come again. -summer before 7th grade. this was the day i realized migraines are just basically microdosing having a stroke. i realized i could have a stroke one day over age 30 and i will chalk it up to another pesky ole migraine and will die. sometimes the problems choose you. this day/revelation was a major pillar in my decision to never get pregnant. in a nutshell: my quality of life already sucks lmao fuck adding more shit to it.

"your dad and i have decided its best we are your parents separately. oh also your dad is deploying to iraq so like though separate, we are united. okay? okay." - 7th grade

rehearsed cheer routine during halftime game for junior cheer team, i was a flyer, was thrown into basket toss, wasnt caught on my way down. i remember it all. everything about that day. everything but when i blacked out when i hit the ground. coach jumped onto field running to check on me, my mother screamed "my baby my baby my baby" made a huge show. i stood up and finished routine bc i am committed. it wasnt until i was re-telling this story at age 29 to my boss that i actually had a eureka moment when boss asked me "what did the ER say after? i bet you had a concussion!!! you poor thing!" and I was like "ummm what do you mean? my mom took me home?" I blacked out after hitting the ground for an unknown amount of time, and i was not even taken to get looked at after. - 7th grade, dad was deployed so i bet he would have taken me tbh.

migraines raged on, but remained fallen to the wayside because when my parents got too wrapped up in themselves, my migraine pain was dismissed, gaslit or simply ignored. (or made fun of.) i accepted there was no fixing it anymore and had for a long time, and was committed to just ... dealing with it. especially when kicked out my fathers house the summer i graduated high school, and was then promptly without health insurance until age 28. dealing with them is all i know.

i should add my rape to the timeline. most of it i dont recall. thank fucking heavens. but because it was a huge gap in time, i should consider if i received any head trauma during as well. who knows. the alcohol addiction i fell into after most definitely damaged my brain either way. - age 19.

so yeah if you see me getting uppity with either of my parents NOW who have the fucking balls to try to tell me "why dont you try using mind over matter?" im going to say with no holds barred right back to them "let me hit your head with a golf club and you tell me if YOU can use mind over matter"

im done with their narrative of throwing up their hands and being like welp oh well what can you do??? because what i have been doing is connecting all the fucking dots in my childhood and theyre painting a very obvious picture.

my migraines have to stem from BRAIN TRAUMA right?

i have huge memory lapses in most of my childhood and thats partly from many times spent laying with migraines and also because some blocks are there on purpose. one babysitter my brother and i had was abusive. she did a lot of fucked up things that i remember and i know she did worse bc recently these memories have been resurfacing to me!!! i will only mention what i think relates to migraines: this bitch would lock all the older kids outside every single day (i was one of the older kids) for hours and never would allow us back inside for anything. i was severely dehydrated and prob suffered from mild heat strokes. i remember crying my eyes out to her husband on a harder day when he would always bring the one alotted cup of apple juice bc i hated apple juice and would wail for water. i remember and even discussed in therapy how when i told my parents this they didnt take action. but when i told my grandma the babysitter ripped my 1 year old brother off her couch holding him by just 1 arm to toss his ass on the floor THEN did we finally get told we would be going to a new babysitter. again new memories have been resurfacing but only in flashes and i k n o w i suffered abuse there. i remember trying to find words for the shit i was seeing at age 6 that i didnt know the words to yet because i was 6 that now when these memories present themselves im reminded of how bad it was.

its just beyond infuriating and frustrating now all because my parents had it in their minds i would "grow out of it" so now that we are here presently still with my migraines.... unchanging. still roaring. still chronic. (nothings changed but my routine in preventing and caring which is damn better now that i am in control as a responsible adult BTW.) now that all proof of childhood neglect is staring them in the fucking face theyre blaming me actively in the tone of "you STILL cant figure them out?" which is.... hello???????? hello?!?!!! where do i even begin with that statement....

i just wanted to make this list to remind myself it isnt all in my head.

[hepaidattention]

awake

After waking up alone for so long, experiencing nothing but the empty feeling of loss and the plaguing reminder that this might be his forever… finding, feeling someone beside him felt unreal. 

Show: Teen Wolf - Ship: Styles and Lydia - Rating: E - Setting: Takes place after 6a. 

The sound of a train horn blasted through his memories, vibrated through his ears, and pulsed through his heart; Stiles woke up from his bed in a jolt. Springing up from the mattress he was sweating, gasping for air like it might be his last. He was panting as he looked around the room and felt his chest, his sheets - was this real? It had been a month since the Wild Hunt and Stiles had woken up every night struggling with reality. Every night he dreamt of the train station, the feeling of time stopping, never knowing how long he’d be there - it just felt like eternity never coming to an end and all he wanted was for it to stop. It felt so real like he was slipping back into the Wild Hunt and slipping out of reality again. After every dream he would wake and start to doubt that he was really there, it was like the Nogistune all over again. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was the dream. He couldn’t help but worry that if this was reality, it wouldn’t last. 

“Stiles?” A delicate hand slipped over Stiles’ shoulder, another hand settling on his leg. Lydia sat beside him half-awake, all her strawberry blond curls were a mess, and her long eyelashes seemed to be almost too heavy for her sleepy eyes to lift. “Did you have that dream again?” she asked him as she massaged his back shoulder without any thought to it. It was just a natural instinct to her, like breathing, or blinking. 

“Yeah,” Stiles rubbed his face, still not fully awake himself. He grabbed Lydia’s hand that sat on his leg and he held it in an unconventional kind of handholding. He sighed, his nerves calming with her presence there to hold on to. “It just feels so real every time, it’s like…” he looks down at their intertwined fingers and a rush of panic washes over him. After waking up alone for so long, experiencing  nothing but the empty feeling of loss and the plaguing reminder that this might be his forever… finding, feeling someone beside him felt unreal. As Lydia lightly pressed her lips to his shoulder, he suddenly remembered a time he dreamed like this before. He was being haunted by nightmares every time he closed his eyes, never knowing when he was awake or asleep, and Lydia always was there in his dreams to comfort him. Her being there used to assure him he wasn’t really awake. But now, he looked at their hands, he scanned over her face, and he didn’t know what to think. 

“What is it?” she asked in a hushed tone, her hand still rubbing his back in circular motions. “You can tell me.”

“Are you…” he couldn’t finish it. He didn’t want to finish it. “How do I know this is real?”

Lydia gave him a watery smile. The kind of smile she always gave him when her eyes begged to cry, but his gentle soul always reminded her life was always worth it with him by her side. She pulled their intertwined hands up and untwined them, holding his hand out and grabbing each of his long fingers with her small, dainty ones. She started with his pinky and began to count, “One,” she went to the next finger, “two,” and the next, “three,” and once she held his fourth finger she nudged him to say it.

Stiles blinked away tears and slowly said, “Four,” she pinched his thumb between her index finger and thumb and he sighed out, “Five.” He felt his heart rate start to slow again. She grabbed his second hand, but he shook his head. “It’s okay.”

Lydia searched his eyes for a long moment, making sure he wasn’t lying to make her feel better but was genuinely okay. Once she was satisfied with the answer, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek. 

“I love you,” he practically whispered to her, his heart so full with her here. 

Lydia caressed his face with her hands and smiled as she said, “I love you, too.” She kissed him again, this time a soft and chaste kiss on the lips. “Now let’s go back to bed - you have make-up tests tomorrow and you’re gonna need your rest.”

He complaisantly nodded and they lied back in the bed, Lydia’s arms raveled around his ribcage as he held her with both his arms securely encircling her. She closed her eyes as she listened to the calming sound of his heart beating inside his chest, but Stiles couldn't close his eyes. He watched the ceiling, the feeling of dread tormenting him every time he blinked. He didn’t want this to go away; if this was the dream then he didn’t want to wake up. The longer he fought the urge to sleep the more he felt panic creeping up on him. 

“Stiles,” Lydia’s voice broke the deafening silence in the room. She always knew when he wasn’t okay, she could always sense it - just like he could with her. She rose up to look him in the face and her eyes were sad - his pain hurt her too and he hated it. “Let’s go for a drive.”

He slowly nodded, choking out, “Okay,” before they slid out of bed and tiptoed out the door. 

They didn’t say anything to each other, they didn’t need to. The radio was quietly playing some kind of old baseball game from weeks ago while Stiles just drove. He held Lydia’s hand when he didn’t have to change gears, and Lydia just enjoyed the brisk late-night breeze blowing over her face and through her untamed hair. After a while of mindlessly driving, they reached a stoplight that was blinking red at them and Stiles came to a halt. He didn’t need to, it was a yield signal and no one was around for miles, but he just sat there and stared at the light. 

Lydia watched him for a moment, squeezing his hand, and finally saying, “Stiles?”

“I used to dream of you,” he breathed out, staring at the wheel now, “when me, Scott, and Allison were all being haunted by the Nemeton. I would have these dreams that never ended like I was stuck in Ground Hog’s Day or something, but they were nightmares.” He turned his head and looked towards her (but hardly ever at her), “but you would always show up at one point, and you would be the only good thing about the dream. You’d make me feel like it wouldn’t be so bad if I was stuck forever that time because you were there. It was like you would help me feel calm in the midst of a panic attack.” He let out a shaky breath, “They always felt so real too, and then every time you would leave or I would leave, or you’d be ripped away from me - whatever it was you could never stay and … I guess I just get scared sometimes that I’m still asleep, and this is just the part of the dream where you’re here, but it won’t last.”

“You…” she looked more confused than anything. Her brow was furrowed and she was deep in thought. “You used to dream I was there?”

He nodded, “I know it sounds stupid - it was never in a creepy stalker way, you just grounded me-”

“It doesn’t sound stupid.”

He finally met her eyes then, realizing she meant more than just reassurance. “It doesn’t?”

 “I… used to dream of you too, and they always felt real… until I woke up.” She turned her body towards him, folding one of her legs under her so she could face him completely. “What if we were really there, together?”

Stiles looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Lyds, c’mon,”

“No, no think about it, Stiles. It all happened after the Nemeton, right? I was your emotional tether - I mean I brought you back from the dead. That had to have caused some kind of permanent tether between us. I - I used to dream every night that you were having nightmares, and I was always there to comfort you, and I’d always wake up with us being separated somehow.” He watched her like she was about to say psych! But she didn’t. She was serious. She added, “It’s no secret we have a connection beyond normal human restrictions.”

“All those times that you were there ... it was really you?” he looked like he might cry, tears glassing his eyes. 

Her thumb glided over his cheekbone and she smiled, the red blinking lights casting over his shadowed face. “I was always there. I never left.”

The touch of her hand on his cheek, the warmth, the pressure of her nails, the tickle of her thumb lightly stroking his skin: she was his anchor. This feeling, the feeling of her, always weighed him back to reality. He grabbed her palm and kissed it. Then he stared down at it, counting her perfect, small fingers one by one out of habit. 

 “Stiles,” she slipped her free hand under his chin and lifted his head to meet his eyes, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded, but this time he really meant it. This was real. No matter how ridiculous that thought was to him, Stiles Stilinski in the car with Lydia Martin, dating Lydia Martin, Lydia Martin loving him back. No matter how insane this was, how unbelievable that this was his reality, this was real. “You were dreaming of me all that time, huh?” he wiggled his brows teasingly, trying to lighten the mood. “Who knew you had the hots for me for so long.”

She scoffed, shaking her head at her goofy boyfriend and pursing her lips. He told her once he came back from the Wild Hunt that he knew since saving her from Eichen House that she loved him back, he just was waiting for her to realize it. He had no idea she was silently loving him for much longer and for that though, and for that very reason she liked to remind him (despite his teasing). “The moment I kissed you in that locker room, I was screwed.” Her face softened as she said, “There was no turning back.”

“If it makes you feel any better I was screwed over all the way back to the 3rd grade,” he smirked up at her.

“Yeah,” she bit down on her bottom lip in thought, then she asked, “when did you realize it? What moment did you realize you loved me?”

He met her eyes and he looked almost nervous to say it as if it was embarrassing to admit. However, he confidently said, “Recess, I remember it was a Tuesday because you did this thing that year where you wore a designated color every day. Tuesdays were my favorite because you always wore green and I loved how green made your eyes sparkle.” He was drawing circles on her palm and avoiding eye contact as he told the rest of the story. He continued with, “Me, Scott, Jake Randal, and another kid, Ryan something, we were all pretending to be Ninja Turtles. The Ryan kid ran off mad because he didn’t want to be Donatello, and then you came up to us.” Stiles chuckled at the memory, “I remember my heart feeling like it literally stopped beating as you stood there in your green dress and flower clips. You asked me if you could be Donatello because he was your favorite, and I couldn’t make words come out of my mouth. So Jake, like the asshole he was, pushed you and said only boys could play Ninja Turtles.” He finally looked up then, meeting her gaze again. He was surprised to see tears in them, her looking at him like he just told her he loved her for the first time. He shrugged and finished with, “You stomped on his foot and told him to suck it basically. Then you went off and started your own Ninja Turtle team with some of the girls. Jake was so pissed because you told everyone you were the leader, despite being Donatello, because he was the smartest so he deserved to be the one calling the shots. When we passed you on the swings as you guys played, you yelled something science-y that honestly sounded 100% right and still goes over my head to this day. That was the moment I first told Scott I thought I was in love.”

She smiled through tears, “That was your moment?”

“Lyds, to be completely honest, I think I was in love with you the moment I saw you,” he puffed out a laugh, “that was just the moment I knew I wanted to marry you one day.”

Lydia couldn’t hold it back anymore. She kissed him, a full-force kind of passionate kiss that knocked Stiles back a little. He tangled his hands in her hair as he kissed her back, and Lydia melted away into his touch. They both pulled back to breathe, their foreheads meeting each other, hands on his jaw, fingers tracing her lips. “We should get home,” he crooned. Suddenly the thought of sleep sounded like the best idea he had ever had. He wasn’t scared anymore - Lydia truly had always been there, she wasn’t about to go anywhere now. 

She nodded against him, and they stayed that way for a few moments before they forced themselves to part so Stiles could drive them back to his house. They dragged their feet back up the stairs and into his room, Lydia immediately entangling her body around him as they collided with the bed. She fell asleep to the solaced rhythm of his heartbeat pounding against her ear, and Stiles closed his eyes with ease - the solid grip of Lydia in his embrace a comfort in knowing he was going to wake up in the morning with the love of his life still in his arms. 

[oblxvion]

euphoric | eren jaeger (3)

-> pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader

-> wc: 3.3k

-> warnings: swearing, fluff kinda, angst

it had been a week since you’d last seen eren, and you had just finished your exams. you plopped down onto your bed, exhausted but yet relieved that you had finished the tests. you had spent a large portion of the past couple weeks prepping for this and you really hoped that you had gotten a good grade to bring the ones you currently had to a better mark. 

now that you were finally done, you had time to relax and focus on yourself. you had planned to spend time with friends to make up for some of the time that you had lost while drowning yourself in your studies. you picked up your phone, lazily scrolling through your socials and texts messages.

you and eren had been talking quite a lot since he had been at your house. the flirty texts back and fourth, it almost seemed too good. it felt unreal, the way that you and him seemed to suddenly jump into what was almost a relationship. you didn’t question it though, you were happy. although he had a reputation, it didn’t bother you because you knew how he felt for you and how you felt for him, you weren’t intimidated at all.

“y/n? earth to y/n!” sasha brought you out of your trance while waving her hand in your face. 

“oh, fuck, yeah sash, what’s up?” you smiled sheepishly, you had been spacing out a lot recently and it did not go unnoticed by her.

“you keep spacing out,” she chuckles as she opens the fridge, grabbing herself some strawberries. “something on your mind?” she knew you too well.

“oh, it’s nothing,” you laughed nervously as you scratched the back of your head. you had pretty much given yourself away and she gave you a look. “okay, fine. i was thinking about eren, and my situation with him.”

“what about it?” 

“well, it’s just that it feels too good to be true, you know? i just don’t want something to happen and then i get heartbroken once again.” you told her, placing your phone down and playing with your fingers in the process; it was a habit of yours.

“what are you worrying about? you’re not seeing anyone other than eren and i can assure you that he isn’t seeing anyone else either.” she responds with a mouth full of fruit which earned a laugh out of you. sasha is very protective of you, you knew that. and if eren did anything to mess with you or hurt your feelings, she would ruin him. 

“yeah, but he’s had history with girls and…” you trailed off, not knowing how to go about this. you didn’t know why it was hard to talk about because sasha was the one who had told you about his previous flings with other girls in the past. it shouldn’t bother you, but now talking with sasha about it, it made you feel weird.

“and?” she asks as she placed the food back into the fridge before coming down and sitting across from you at your shared table. sasha could sense that there was uneasiness going on and she didn’t want to push you. “why don’t you talk to him? you could maybe set boundaries or even establish your relationship together so you won’t have anything to worry about.”

“yeah,” sasha’s words were making you feel better, she always knew what to do. “i’ll text him and we can maybe meet somewhere to talk.” you felt a bit better, knowing that you’d soon confirm the relationship between the two of you. she smiled at you, and told you to text him so you could figure out plans. you thanked her and made your way to your room opening eren’s contact number and pressing his number.

it rang a few times before it went to voicemail. voicemail? maybe he’s busy? other thoughts began pouring into your head, but you immediately shut them down. you trusted eren, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. after the voicemail operator stopped talking, you left him a message.

“hey eren, you’re probably busy right now but i just wanted to see if you were available later today so we could talk. it’s nothing bad though, i also just miss you. get back to me when you can.” 

you shut off your phone, placing it beside you as you reached for your computer to watch some anime that you had missed while being so preoccupied with your studying. occasionally you would look over to your phone to see if he got back to you, but he hadn’t. 

you were about halfway done with watching the 3rd episode of your show when you heard your phone buzz. you reached for your phone embarrassingly fast to see the texts.

eren jaeger

hey i’m so sorry i just saw u called

i was napping but yeah we definitely can talk later

what time are u free

you chuckled quietly and felt somewhat relieved that he was at home. you quickly responded to him with ideas.

y/n

oh dw about it

i’m free whenever i don’t really have much to do 

eren jaeger

we can go to a cafe if u wanna and chat there

i need food anyways lol

y/n 

ok lol we can go to the cafe downtown if that works

1:30?

eren jaeger

ok baby

i’ll see u then :)

even though it was a small text interaction between the two of you, it left your heart fluttering. it was around 12:45 so you had time to change into something more presentable but still comfortable for your liking. you decided that you would go early because you had to go to the store and buy some more shampoo and conditioner because you had just used the last bit of it this morning. 

when you walked out of your room, sasha was watching tv while texting someone who you assumed to be niccolo. she had seen him a few times the past week and you thought what they had was adorable. she would go over those nights and he would have a full course meal already prepared for her. imagine being in a relationship with a chef, that would be amazing.

“hey sash?” you asked as you slipped on your shoes, placing your hand on the door handle while reaching for your car keys.

“hm?” she looked up from her phone, and put two and two together. “you’re gonna talk to him?”

“yeah, i’ll be back later. i need to grab some stuff from the store though, text me if you need anything, ‘kay?” you smiled at her as you walked through the door. you heard her yell okay and that she’d text you if she needed something later. you made your way down to the entrance of your apartment complex and got into your car. you felt a bit tense, but you knew you were overreacting and that everything would be fine. 

you played your playlist while you drove, it calmed you down a bit more and you parked in the parking lot of the supermarket which was a five minute walk away from the cafe that you and eren had agreed to meet at. it was around 1:00 and you wanted to make the trip to the store quickly, double checking your phone to see if there was anything that sasha wanted. she hadn’t texted, so you went inside and went to find your favorite hair products. you grabbed the two that you liked, and made your way towards the front of the store to check out before you bumped into someone.

“y/n?” you looked up and saw jean standing in front of you. 

“oh, hi!” you backed up to meet his eyes, feeling embarrassed that you had not been watching where you were going. “i’m so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention.”

“no worries, what’re you up to?” 

“oh nothing, i was just getting some stuff and i’m supposed to be meeting eren in a few.” you responded, eying the isles to see if there was anything else that you needed. 

“that’s nice,” he said with a smile. “are you guys together yet?” the word yet made you feel jittery, it meant that eren had talked about the possibility of a relationship with jean, someone who he always is butting heads with.

“actually, that’s what i was going to talk to him about…” you laughed sheepishly, trying not to seem to eager about it. “what’re you doing?” 

“i was just getting some shit for connie because he wants something good tonight. i swear, hanging around sasha has made him a food monster like her. it’s crazy.” you couldn’t help but giggle at his remark. connie and sasha’s friendship was truly funny.

“well, have fun with that! i have to go because i don’t want to be late but we should all hangout again! that was fun!” you replied as you looked at your phone to check the time, which you had 15 minutes so it was perfect.

“yeah, if i don’t have to third wheel again.” you felt your face heat up at the comment. “nah, i’m playing. have fun!” he waves goodbye as he makes his way to the food section of the store and you walked towards the register.

after you finished paying, you made your way back to your car and placed your bag in the passenger seat. you had enough time to walk over to the cafe, and plus, you felt like you needed some exercise. 

you had an idea of what you wanted to say to eren. it was just that you wanted to confirm your relationship and make it exclusive, and after hearing the comment jean made, you knew that he felt the same way about it. it wasn’t long before you arrived in front of the cafe and you went into the back to where the seats were. you made a order for your favorite baked treat and sat down at a two seated table while you waited for eren. you checked your phone, scrolling through tik tok and instagram when you felt two hands on your shoulders, causing you to jolt in surprise.

“hi baby,” he whispered into your ear before giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

“hi eren,” you laughed, placing your phone down onto the table.

“what’s up?” he asked as he made his way over to the seat in front of you. he was wearing a black crewneck with gray sweatpants and vans, hair in a messy bun as per usual.

“nothing, i just missed you. are you gonna get something to eat?” you asked, looking over to the register.

“i placed an order and then i came over to you, how’ve you been? i haven’t seen you for a bit.”

“i’ve been good, i’m really glad that my exams are over. i now have time to relax,” you smiled at him as you scooted your chair closer to the table. you had truly been overwhelmed with all the studying and now you felt relieved that you now had free time to do what you wanted. 

“and to spend some time with me, right?” he teased as he gave you a playful smile. the little things that he does pulled on your heartstrings.

“no.” he gasped, placing his hand over his chest. “of course, idiot.”

“good,” he chuckled. “you know you love me.”

“you knew that already!” you whined as you gave him a cheeky smile. you and eren both caught up with each others lives. he told you that armin and annie had gotten together, and how mikasa was starting to see jean but that she also wanted to pursue with school so she didn’t want many distractions. you told him about how sasha and niccolo had been spending a lot of time together and how you thought they were perfect for each other. your food was brought to you by one of the employees and you both thanked them as you began to eat.

“so, what’d you wanna talk about?” he asked as he took a bite into his muffin with his coffee in the other hand.

“i just wanted to know if we were exclusive and stuff…” you couldn’t finish your sentence before eren started to stifle a laugh.

“i thought it was obvious,” he swallowed his food before continuing to talk. “we’re exclusive, i’m not seeing or talking to anyone else besides you. no one else interests me besides you.”

“oh, i guess i’m just blind,” you felt relieved at him saying that, you were worried for no reason. “i was just nervous because sasha told me about historia and i-” 

“historia?” he interrupts you. “what’d she say?”

“just that you guys were fuck buddies in the past and that you’re over now and all that stuff,” you responded, trying to sound as nonchalant as you could. you didn’t want him to notice that it was a touchy subject. he knew that you had bad experiences with relationships in the past but you were never one to really be insecure of past relationships that your partner had.

“i see, we don’t really talk anymore, so you had nothing to worry about.”

“okay, go- ” before you could finish your sentence, you heard someones voice so you turned your head.

“eren?” 

a blonde girl with blue eyes, shorter than you stood between you and eren at the table. you felt your stomach twist as you put the pieces together. you weren’t sure if you had met her before or not, but she looked just like the girl that you were just speaking about.

“historia?” eren choked on his coffee, looking over to meet her eyes. you could tell that he was shocked and slightly uncomfortable. had she heard your conversation?

“oh my god, what a coincidence seeing you here! how have you been?” she smiled, maintaining eye contact with him before he looked back towards you.

“‘m fine, how have you been?” it was obvious that he was only trying to be polite but for some reason, her voice annoyed the shit out of you.

“i’ve been good!” she looks over to you and gives you a look before smiling and bringing her hand out. “we should-”

“no.”

“okay, you must be y/n? i’ve heard so much about you!” her comment made you feel uncomfortable, where had she heard about you from? 

“uh, hi!” you smiled at her and shook her hand. you had to at least be nice even though you felt like there was something weird going on, it was clear that you and eren were on a date and she had come over to talk. “where’d you hear about me from?”

“eren talks about you all the time!” talks? didn’t he just say-

“we haven’t talked in months.” eren interrupts, annoyance seeping through his voice. 

“that doesn’t matter!” she looked back over to eren with a huge smile on her face, as if she was waiting for him to show her any sort of attention. “he would talk about how much he cared about you when we would hang out and-” 

“enough, historia.” eren said, giving her a stern look before he looked over to you. “we’re kinda busy right now.” you stayed silent, you didn’t know what to feel but you weren’t about to let historia have her way right now. although you didn’t know her too well, you didn’t like the way she was acting.

“but i was just coming over to say hi! i haven’t met her before, i was trying to be nice!” you lost it, she was clearly trying to get at something here. she seemed like a nice person but the impression she was giving you right now was not good.

“listen, historia.” eren looked at you, his face tense. he had no idea what you were about to say but he could tell that you were beginning to get pissed off. “eren and i are on a date right now, and as much as i appreciate meeting you and all, i wanna spend some time with him because i haven’t seen him in a while.” she stood there, dumbfounded as you continued to speak to her. “so maybe if we could talk and get to know each other another time, that’d be great!”

“oh, uh, yeah of course!” she said as she stepped away. “i guess i’ll catch you later then. bye eren, bye y/n!” she smiled as she walked away and every ounce in your body told you that it was the fakest smile you had ever seen. you watched her walk away before letting out a sigh. it definitely did not seem that she was in a relationship with that ymir girl because she was clearly trying to talk to eren more, but who were you to say?

you and eren both sat there in silence before anyone said anything.

“i’m so-” you began before eren interrupted you once again.

“don’t. she’s hella annoying. that’s why i cut her off.” eren said as he looked over at you. he could tell you were uncomfortable and wanted to leave. “hey are you okay?”

“i’m fine, eren.” you snapped, face softening after you realized how mean you sounded. “i’m sorry, she just really annoyed me right there.”

“no, i get it. is there anything i can do?” he asked as you began to stand up from your chair in which he did as well. you picked up your trash and brought it to the trashcan, trying to steady your heartbeat. you were a bit rude to her but she was being rude too, was she? “do you wanna go home?”

“yeah.” he nodded his head in response and reached his hand out for you to hold. you interlocked your fingers with his as you both walked out. you both walked in silence, thinking about the interaction that had just taken place. you felt bad. you were a bitch to her but she was being annoying so what were you supposed to do? “did you drive?”

“hm? oh, no i didn’t. i live pretty close so i can walk home.” 

“i drove, so if you want a ride i can give you one,” you looked up at him with a smile. eren’s presence calmed you down, and he noticed that too. 

“yeah, i’d like that.” eren leaned down and gave you a quick kiss on your head, squeezing your hand in the process. you continued to walk back to the supermarket to where your car was parked  and made your way into the vehicle. he opened the passenger side and saw the bag that you had gotten earlier.

“you can just put that bag in the back, it has my shampoo since you used almost all of it when you were over,” you teased as you started the car. he smirked before sitting down next to you and putting on his seatbelt.

“you know how to get to my apartment right?” you gave him a playful look before backing out of your parking spot. “just messing with you.”

eren’s place wasn’t that far so it took you a few minutes to get there. you pulled into a spot and waiting for him to get out of the car after exchanging a kiss and just as he was about to get out of the car before he stopped and looked over to you. 

“what’s up?” you smiled, he looked like a lost puppy.

“do you wanna stay over for a bit? we can chill and watch something…” he trailed off once he heard your laughter. 

“sure,” you smiled and got out of the car and came over to the side that he was on. you poked your finger into his chest playfully, “you’re so needy!”

“needy, yeah?” he pulled you into a hug with your face buried into his chest, the smell of his cologne fogging your brain. “let’s see who’s gonna be needy later.”

a/n: im so sorry that this took so long i’ve been super busy but i will def try to upload more consistently these upcoming weeks!! this hasn't been edited cuz im tired rn but i will look over it later tonight if there is anything.

© all content belongs to oblxvion 2021, do not repost or change.

[we-get-it-youre-a-dor-a-ble]

FYI, this is my first fanfic, so I legit have no idea about warnings ;-; If I missed any or if some of them aren’t TWs, please let me know

Characters: Roman, Logan, Patton, Virgil, Thomas, Deceit

Pairings: None

Word Count: 2780

Genre: Angst & some fluff

Warnings: Bullying, swears, Deceit (sympathetic but oh well), muteness, just a little self-deprication, swords, yelling, crying, blacking out, violence

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If Virgil could redo one thing in his life, it was how he met the other sides.

Thomas was 7 years old. He had a test at the end of the year in math, even though he was only in 3rd grade. It was a lot to handle, but with Logan’s help, Thomas was able to study enough. The day of the test, Thomas sat as his desk and stared down at his paper.

Suddenly, he panicked. He couldn’t remember anything. He didn’t know how, but something was happening and it wasn’t good. All the equation she had learned he couldn’t remember, and he started to feel something he rarely even thought of: stress. He stared down at the page in front of him, but he could barely make out words. Roman, present at the time, quickly gave Thomas the idea to go to the bathroom and think everything over, which Thomas did. The second he got there, he closed his eyes and went to Logan’s room .

“LOGIC?!” He screamed.

Logan was going over the math textbook he had been studying the few days before. “Thomas? What happened out there? Don’t you remember the curriculum?”

“I don’t know! I’m really scared and nervous… why have I never felt this stressed before?”

“I’m… not sure. Maybe we can get Morality to cheer you up. Morality!”

Logan called, but he got no response. “Morality...?” He called again. “Well then, we have to do something, with or without Dad. Let’s review the facts and details for the test.” Thomas and Logan nodded and got to work.

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Once Thomas got home from school, he looked around to make sure his family wasn’t home. Thankful they weren’t, he bolted to his room and shut the door. Suddenly, Logan and Roman appeared.

“What… What was that?” Roman asked, also confused of the cause of such negative emotion.

“I’m not sure,” Thomas responded, “but we should ask Dad. He’s in charge of most of my feelings anyway. Morality!”

Once again, no response. “Maybe he’s in his room with the door shut?” Roman suggested.

“No, he always leaves it open for us. Where else could he be where he can’t hear us…?”

Everyone sat thinking for a moment. After what seemed like ages, Logan broke the silence. “Could he be in the Mindscape?”

And with that, everyone had sunk out into the Mindscape. It was darker than usual, but thankfully, Patton was kneeled down on the floor next to something. Once he noticed the three behind him, Patton stood, hiding the dark figure behind his back.

“Morality! There you are! Where have you been?” Logan asked.

“I’ve been here for a few hours now, sorry kiddos.” Patton apologized. By this point, everyone‘s attention has drifted off from their anger and to the small character behind him.

“What is that, Padre?” Roman said.

“Okay, so during school, I found this little guy curled up in the corner, sobbing. So please, don’t harass him. He’s really shy, okay?”

Everyone nodded, and Patton motioned for the figure behind him to come out. It hesitated, but stepped forward, showing its full self to the other sides. He was shorter than the rest of them, but he still had the same appearance. He wore a black oversized hoodie with a black and grey plaid pattern on the sleeves. He also wore a pair of dark jeans and sneakers. His hair looked to be the same as Thomas’s, but it was hard to tell by the good that covered his head. His eyes were the same deep brown as Thomas’s, but there was heavy bags under his eyes. It looked like he hadn’t even heard of the word ‘sleep’.

“Everyone, meet Thomas’s anxiety.”

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Years had passed, and Virgil still didn’t talk. He was still very close with Patton, but he slowly warmed up to the other sides. Roman had been the most stubborn with Virgil, since he didn’t know anything about him. Logan was okay with Virgil being present; even a little happy that someone else understood him. In the end, though, no matter how everyone treated Virgil, he still wouldn’t talk. The sides hadn’t heard him say a single word since he arrived 5 years ago. Nobody even knew his name, what he sounded like, or if he could talk at all. Virgil would write notes to communicate, which he ended up getting pretty good at. He put his writing skills to use and filled most of his time writing short stories and such.

In the real world, Thomas was watching TV, so the Sides took the opportunity to have lunch together. They normally would invite Thomas, but he didn’t know any of them had names, and it was annoying to use their representations to address them.

“Kiddos! Time for lunch! I made tacos!” Patton yelled. One by one, the sides arrived, Virgil being last as usual.

“Spectacular!” Roman exclaimed. “Also, I’ve been thinking, maybe we should have Thomas take Spanish in middle school! It would be exciting to learn one of the most romantic languages in the world!”

“Roman, that’s preposterous. He shouldn’t learn a language solely because it’s romantic. It should actually mean something to him.” Logan stated.

Virgil rolled his eyes as the two started arguing. He made himself a taco, wrapped it, and grabbed a seat next to Patton. Virgil was happy that they could have a family dinner, since he had been so worried about an upcoming audition recently for the local kids theater. Roman had been so intent on going that none of the other sides really had a say in the matter. But the lines were so complicated, the audition was coming up so fast, and—

“Hey, you doing alright, kiddo?” Patton asked carefully. Virgil had stopped eating for quite some time to ponder over the audition.

Virgil took out his notebook. ‘Yeah, just worried (as usual)’, he wrote.

“What’s bothering you?”

“The audition for Beauty and the Beast…”

“The audition?” Patton repeated. Roman stopped talking and focused on Virgil. “You don’t have to worry! Roman has it all under control!”

“Yeah, but what if we don’t get the beast’s role? What if we’re just Maurice or something minor? What if we’re just a background singer??”

“Our part doesn’t matter, just as long as we make it in the show.”

“Well what if we don’t? What if we screw it up?”

“We aren’t going to mess up, kiddo. We have Roman on our side! Right Ro?”

Roman glared at Virgil as his gaze intensified. “Yeah, I’ve got it all under control, emo nightmare. Relax a little.”

Virgil sunk down in his chair a little and finished eating. He then got up, cleared his plate, and went to his room. Once he got there, he shuffled through his closet for another hoodie, since he had gotten some ground beef on it during lunch. He found a black sweatshirt with purple strings and put it on. It was simple, but still comfy as hell. He sat there, looking up at the plastic stars on the ceiling (a present from Patton).

His moment of relaxation was interrupted by 3 loud bangs on the door. Virgil stiffened and hesitantly shuffled across the fuzzy carpet. He opened it just a crack when Roman threw it the rest of the way himself. Roman has his sword tucked away in its scabbard, which only meant trouble.

“Okay, listen Anxiety,” he started. “This show is going to be big. Very big. And after your little pep talk with Patton, I have a good feeling your going to screw up my audition. So how about this: You take the day off or something so I can make sure that the biggest chance in Thomas’s life isn’t ruined by some virus like you.”

Virgil didn’t know what to do. He knew Roman didn’t like him, but to say it to his face…

“Well, nightmare? What are you going to do?”

Virgil backed up and fell onto his bed, eyes already forming tears. He grabbed the sleeves on his hoodie and hid his face in them. Roman, taking this as Virgil ignoring him, grabbed the hoodie and pulls it off. Roman then threw it on the ground and drew his sword. Just by reading his face, Virgil could see the anger welling up inside him. Suddenly, he cracked. He started swinging at the sweatshirt, making Virgil cry even more. So many rips and tears throughout the hoodie; he even cut off the entire right sleeve. At this point, Virgil was just sulking on the floor. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe, and every time the blade swung, he could feel the wind created from the blow against his shirt.

...He could say something. If he said something, anything, Roman might be distracted enough for Virgil to run. He could run to Patton, Thomas, even Logan. Virgil curled into a small ball on the floor and struggled to get words to come out. Just as he was about to, another dark figure stepped into the room. Virgil’s watery eyes couldn’t make out who it was, but they were able to quickly grab Roman’s sword and shove Roman out of the room. The figure sighed and turned towards Virgil.

The stress and panic was getting to his brain, and Virgil could already feel himself losing consciousness, so he used his last bit of strength to wipe the tears from his eyes. The figure, a bit clearer now, started walking towards him when everything went black.

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When Virgil awoke, he was in his room on his bed. Everything looked normal, except the room was actually clean. The black figure was sitting on the floor next to his bed, eyes closed. His back was to the bed and his hair was covered by a black bowler hat. Virgil, now being able to see, gasped. The person’s face was half scaled, like a snake. He wore all black with touches of yellow and a bowler hat to match. The person opened his eyes and looked at Virgil.

“Oh, you’re finally awake.” He said, smiling. “Who might you be?”

Virgil shied away from him, shuffling quickly into the far corner of his bed against the wall.

“Not much of a talker, huh? Well, you can call me Deceit. And yeah, I am what the name implies. Just don’t tell Thomas about me, okay?”

Virgil gave a slow nod, already feeling more comfortable around him.

“Now, considering what I’ve heard, you’re Anxiety, right? Does this ‘Anxiety’ have a name?”

Virgil reached across his nightstand for his notebook. “My name is Virgil. Just don’t tell the others.”

“Hey, I’m not the only one with a secret. Good to know!”

The two gave each other a warm smile. Virgil didn’t know how, but he felt more at home with this stranger. He even had the courage to tell him his name. There was just something different about him. It was almost like he could see himself inside him. Someone who was lost, cast away, and just wanted a friend.

Just then, pounding steps came down the hall, followed by Patton aggressively opening the door.

“IS MY SON OKAY DECEIT???” He screamed, panting.

“Yes, Patton, he’s fine.”

“Are you doing that thing where you lie again?”

“Okay, I have told you guys over and over again, I don’t always lie.”

“Okay, sorry, D.” He turned to Virgil and sat on his bed. “What happened, kiddo?”

Virgil, already fighting back tears, grabbed his notebook and started writing. It took him awhile, but Patton was patient.

“Well, Roman came in my room after lunch. He was mad at me and told me not to screw things up. Then he got angry and tore up my sweater. I blacked out just as Deceit came in and stopped him.”

Patton was shocked. He could barely move. His eyes were wider than Virgil had ever seen, and his heartwarming smile was long gone.

“...L-Logan..!” He weakly yelled.

Logan quickly entered the doorway. “Yes Patton? Is Anxiety healthy?”

“H-he’s fine… look at this—“

Logan read through the note. His expression quickly matched Patton’s, and he turned to Virgil.

“I… I can’t believe this. I am so sorry, Anxiety. Truly, I am.”

“What are we going to do?” Patton asked.

“Well we have to confront Roman.”

“But what if he lashes out at us too?”

“Patton, I— wait, are you being anxious?”

Patton looked down at himself. He looked at his hand, which was rubbing Virgil’s leg.

“S-sorry! I didn’t even realize what I was doing.” Patton quickly pulled his hand away, to Virgil’s disappointment. All he wanted was to be comforted, but he couldn’t even do that without messing something up.

“It’s fine. Should we get Roman now?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

The two walked off, looking worryingly at each other, leaving Deceit and Virgil alone again. They glanced at each other before Deceit popped the question.

“Virgil… did he hurt you?”

Virgil didn’t know how to respond. I mean, he made him cry and pushed him around a little while taking off his sweatshirt. But he didn’t even know if Roman physically hurt him.

Virgil just shook his head.

“Okay, if you insist.”

Deceit got up and walked across the floor. He stooped down and picked up the torn and broken hoodie on the floor.

“Wow, he really wrecked this…” he mumbled. There were rips and tears on every side; even the hood. He bent down again and grabbed the right sleeve on the ground that had been completely cut off.

“I’m assuming you don’t want this anymore?” He asked, holding the hoodie for Virgil to see. Virgil was debating whether he should keep it or not, but before he could respond, Deceit threw it in the trash bin anyways.

“Hey, what time is it?” Virgil wrote.

Deceit read the note. “Oh, it’s around 9:00. You were out for awhile, Virge.”

“I think I’m going to try and rest.”

“Oh, okay. See you soon.”

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Sometime in the night, Virgil woke up to the sound of rustling around in his room. He barely opened his eyes to see a figure sitting on the floor, hunched over something. Virgil sat up, careful not to make any noise and disrupt the strange person in his room. He silently got out of bed and finally saw Roman sitting criss cross on the floor. There was a small box next to him filled with different types of string and yarn. Virgil walked over to his nightstand, scribbled something on a paper airplane he made the day before, and threw it swiftly at Roman. It landed in front of him perfectly, so he picked it up and read it.

“Hey Princey, whatcha doing?”

The figure turned around to see a curious Virgil looking back down at him.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

Virgil sat down next to Roman with his notebook. “No, you’re fine.”

There was a short silence between them before Roman spoke. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“I mean, yeah, but I’m just curious on what you’re doing in my room.”

“Oh… I…” Roman looked down at what was lying in his lap. Virgil could see it too now.

“Is that my hoodie from last night?”

Though it looked very different, Virgil still liked the design. There was dark purple plaid stitched into wherever the fabric was torn. The stitches were thick and white, and they held together the sweatshirt perfectly.

“I-I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, Anxiety. You’re new, quiet, and didn’t deserve what I did to you. So… I wanted to at least try to make up for it. I know you like purple, so I fixed this up for you…”

Virgil was star struck. It was perfect; anything he could dream of in a hoodie. He put it on, eyes sparkling. Roman noticed this and gave a small chuckle.

“I knew you’d like it.” He said, standing up and reaching out a hand to Virgil. “Here, let’s start fresh: Greetings! I am Prince Roman, and I take place as Thomas’s creativity. I apologize for anything I have done to you.”

Virgil, hesitant at first, grabbed Roman’s hand and stood. He grabbed his notebook and stared down at it. After a moment of silence, he threw the notebook down on the floor.

“H-Hey,” Virgil spoke with a shaking voice, “I am Anxiety, and I’m Thomas’s… well… Anxiety. I forgive you, Roman.”

Before he could even look up to see Roman’s reaction to his voice, he was pulled into a tight hug. Slowly, he hugged him back, and within minutes, the two were sitting up against the side of Virgil’s bed, sound asleep.

[kc-s-e]

gcse exam thoughts

3rd - 4th April

art : I'm really proud of how it turned out. No joke, I think it's the best piece I've ever produced, my only concern is that the flowers I glued on will fall off. Hopefully it'll hold up though, all I need now is to complete my coursework and it's over!

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13th May

religous studies one : Okay so the D questions literally saved my arse BUT I completely blanked on the Rosary and St Augustine. Luckily they're only B questions but I'm still kicking myself over them. Overall I'm not really bothered though, because it went okay for a first exam.

14th May

biology one : Oh my god this exam was really easy, I only got stumped on questions about the gills (which I really can't remember studying) but it's definitely gone really well. But everyone I spoke to said it went well too so the grade boundaries are going to be high.

15th May

english literature one : Okay honestly my favourite exam so far. The questions were so good I believe I'm in love with AQA now. The Macbeth question I think I rambled a bit, but A Christmas Carol was basically asking about Scrooge's redemption and that's honestly beautiful.

16th May

chemistry one : So my mind completely blanked on literally any calculation question, which is really annoying, but the writing questions (especially titration) went really well I think, the first half was great, but any maths question confused me.

20th May

religious studies two : Personally think this exam went better than the first one. The only major concern was the question about the Second Vatican Council, which I am confused about, because I honestly don't remember studying it?

21st May

mathematics one : Okay so AQA has been suspiciously nice recently, because that was so easy? I am confused? Apart from a few daft marks that I'm kicking myself for not getting, then it should've in theory gone well.

geography one : Story time, I started cramping just as I entered the exam hall (aha kill me) so I decided to do the 1-2 marks until my cramps ceased, only to find out that THE MAJORITY OF THE PAPER WAS 1-2 MARKS and that the rest of it was super easy too?!

22nd May

physics one : What a blessing this exam was brilliant! It was super easy, and the only 'problem' was the five mark defibrillator question, but other than that it was all good, I'm upset about the lack of practicals in the exams though, I like my eureka cans!

23rd May

english literature two : AQA back at it again with the beautiful questions. I chose Sheila for AIC (it was really easy, I'm dead proud of myself) and I compared War Photographer to Remains. Honestly, Harry needs protecting though, 2k19. God bless him.

religous studies three : Okay that was probably the R.E exam I liked the least but that doesn't mean to say it was bad. I only remembered what the Sukkot was five minutes until the end so smh, but still went okay I think.

24th May

psychology one : So much easier than the specimen papers! They must have learned from their mistakes because it was so easy. I think we need longer on this exam though because I was writing up until the end. I'm so sick of PEE chains at this point!

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3rd June

psychology two : Just as good as last time thankfully, and weirdly enough I'm gonna miss it, despite taking psych at a level. When I got to the self question about 'safety' my mind completely blank and nearly threw my pen. I finally figured out it was Maslow though! Loved the research methods 12 marker, what a blessing!

4th June

english language one : I chose the abandonment story for the writing question and I think it went really well! I've always been good at language, and the extract was nice, but after seeing what happened to Alice later on I'm very upset.

5th June

geography two : I dont think this went as well as the first one, and I am 99% sure that I blagged most of it but it doesn't matter because there were plenty of nine markers and six markers which really helped. Barely any questions on Rio though which was annoying.

6th June

mathematics two : Not too bad? I don't know, maths has never been my strong point, but I think I definitely passed. The first exam went a lot better though, because there were a few difficult questions on this paper (like the last one) but I'm hoping to pull up my grade on the last paper.

7th June

english language two : I'm on the fence about this one. I've always been good at English language but I don't think this was as good as the first, but fiction is my strong point. I wasn't too happy about question four but question five basically wrote itself.

biology two : Apart from a few daft mistakes, this exam was quite good, just not as good as the first biology paper I think. I didn't mind the big markers either, apart from the questions about the eye (my mind blanked on that one).

11th June

mathematics three : Yeah so I am never ever ever discussing maths again after today. Basically, fucked up the circle question (realised hours afterwards that it was 90 + 35 so I'm a fucking idiot), paint question and QR question went okay, but overall FUCKING HATE THIS PAPER I CRIED IF I GET HIGHER THAN A FIVE WE ARE THROWING A PARTY

12th June

chemistry two : Okay so.... Not too bad? I mean it definitely wasn't amazing (how many flipping tests do you want to include aqa) but it could've gone a lot worse. Then again, I did nearly write an apology at the bottom of the page for the marker. I did completely screw up some questions though so whoops!

13th June

geography three : Super easy, don't think I even have to mention that. Though I didn't realise that we got the pre release given to us so I spent ages trying to memorise facts like an idiot.

14th June

physics two : Not that bad for a last exam. I'm not expecting like 9s or anything but it was okay. The best part was leaving when I got jumped by all my friends in hugs, and I weirdly felt a little nostalgic about it all, its like I blinked and suddenly I'm leaving school.

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[theysaywhatasadsight]

Fangs, Claws and Webshooters

A/n: This is for  @revengingbarnes  ‘s  10k writing challenge, the theme of which was TV shows. I chose Teen Wolf with Peter P. This was an interesting challenge to write! 

She walked out of ethics, books in hand, her friends giggling at a joke Rachel was making. She rolled her eyes and laughed at Rachel's annoyed face. Her phone chimed, causing her to do an awkward juggle as she took it out of her pocket.

“There’s an old warehouse near Tempaera's, 3 A.M. He'll be armed.” The peaceful facade of her being just another average college student was broken, replaced by the reality; she was a nameless and faceless mercenary, engaged in the slaughter of a new hunter. Misusing her werewolf abilities was not ethical, then again she had grown up in Beacon Hills, where every second week a new creature popped up, hell bent on destroying the world.

Shooting off a quick message to respond to another friend's text, she wondered what excuse she would make this time for skipping date night.

Having a significant other wasn't something she had yet become used to. There was flirting, of course, mild and harmless with all her brother's friends (and later even proteges; true alpha certainly attracted werewolves everywhere) but never something that was even borderline serious.

She’d never previously had any time to pursue relationships, nor any motivation. Between protecting her town and somehow finding the time to study to even get a chance at a decent college. Needless to say, when she made it to MIT, following in the footsteps of Lydia, the entire pack was overjoyed but sad to let her go.

She’d met Peter in Introduction to Programming Languages, where he’d crashed in 15 minutes late, sat next to her and spent the entire time answering every question that was put up. They soon developed competitiveness, which lead to sniping back and forth at each other, to studying together for tests and then failing when the two realized they couldn’t sit and study without getting distracted.

She had her suspicions he was...something, because of his accelerated stamina and ability to go without sleep forever apparently. Possibly a werewolf, maybe something else; she would have to check the bestiary to be sure. He didn’t mind the missed dates or the occasions when she suddenly disappeared back to California for a ‘family emergency’, so maybe he did understand her reasons.

Before she could text him, her phone rang. She smiled and answered.

“Won’t make it today, gotta study for a Chemistry test.” he told her and sighed.

“I was about to cancel too, something’s come up.”

“Are you cheating on me, YN? I don’t take well to being second choice.”

“Yes, I’m cheating on you with Captain America, happy? Ugh those baby blues, that hair, what can I even say?”

“At Least you didn’t say Iron Man, I don’t think my heart could take it if you went at it with my former employer; not to mention he’s married to the CEO of Stark Industries.”

“Ha ha, Pete, I’m dying of laughter.”

“That was the intention.”

“Whatever, bye. Love you.”

“Yes, I love me too.” she let out a chuckle of disbelief and hung up.

She sat down to do a bit of homework before heading towards the warehouse. Scratching her head at the question, she was debating calling Peter to ask for help when her phone rang again.

“Stiles.”

“Hey. You, uh, got my text?”

“Yeah. Who is this guy anyway?”

“He’s, uh, you remember those killings a few years back? Everyone supernatural was a target?”

“Hmm, I guess? Bunch of people thought they’d rid the world of evil. He one of them?” she sighed.

“The philosophy’s pretty common, YN. They think we’re monsters, that the world is better off without us. He’s a part of a group going after every creature in the bestiary.”

“Are they going after mutants too?”

“Not those in the accords, as far as I know.”

“Never thought you’d be snooping around in government stuff. What would the Sheriff say?”

“Be disappointed in me, probably. Which is what your brother is now. He called me in a murderous rage about how I was ‘endangering his sister’s life’ and how i ‘should be more responsible’, considering I’m ‘an older brother figure to her’”

“How are the two of you even responsible in any way? You throw yourselves at any danger you find! I volunteered to do this, Stiles, I’m capable.”

“Speaking of, when were we going to hear about this guy you’re dating?”

“How’d you find out?”

“Peter Parker; good grades, straight A student, interned for a billionaire, but got in on that same scholarship you did.”

“Misusing and taking advantage of your position?”

“Maybe. So I have to give a full report on him to Scott but if you could…”

“I’ll text you when it’s done, Stiles, I’ve got homework, bye!” she cut the call, smiling fondly.

She walked into the warehouse, whistling.

“Let’s make this easy for both of us. You stop hiding and come out, I kill you and I go back home and do my chem homework.”

“Werewolf. You took the bait.”

‘You’ve just started talking and I already want to kill you, God. How does your little cult stand you?”

“Your species is a walking plague. How many have you infected, little one?” he stepped into her view, brandishing a gun pointed straight at her.

“Plague? Species? I’m not some mythical beast.” she kept her tone taunting to hide the waver in her voice. It was only the 3rd time she was doing this. “I should go into bounty hunting, heard it’s lucrative.”

“You’ll have to get out here alive before you go making plans, beast.” he whispered before firing, she dodged and snarled, claws snapping and features shifting. She ran at him, swiping. He ducked and sliced at her right side with a knife. Crying out in pain, she fell, throwing her claws at him in frustration. He fell too, crawling backwards to get away from her. She stood up, grabbing a metal rod from his bag and dragging it towards him, it ringing on the floor.

“We’re going to do this old fashioned human way, then” she grunted, wincing at the cut near her kidney. “You added wolfsbane to the knife, huh? You’re pro, I’ll give that to you.” She hit at his wrist, making him scream and drop the knife. “But I’ve seen worse.”

She hit his abdomen, then his torso. The wolfsbane hurt like hell, and she was sure she was about to lose her vision.

“It’s not just wolfsbane, little one. It’s something much, much better.”

She swore under her breath as her legs gave out. Reaching out, claws extended, she closed your eyes, hearing powder showering down on the floor.

The man raised the gun a final time, saying a prayer to his gods. He smiled, squeezing the trigger-

The glass windows above crashed as a masked figure swung in. The man shot at whatever it was, but they were too fast. He was suddenly immobilized, down on the floor with sticky webs on his wrists that pinned him down.

Peter rushed to the girl lying inside the circle of what looked to be ash. The killer had a ritual apparently, where the victims were surrounded by ash and were gunned down. He turned the girl over, who was convulsing. Recognizing the face, he inhaled sharply. Picking up the rod next to her, he swung at the killer’s head, knocking him out cold. He picked up his girlfriend and strode out.

He laid her down gently on the asphalt and took his mask off. She was awakening gradually, gasping in pain.

“YN, hold on, okay, I'm calling an ambulance.”

“No, wait.” She coarsely whispered. He leaned over her. “Is the cut healing?”

“It's deep, really really deep.”

“There's a lighter in the pocket of my jacket. Take it out and burn the wound.”

“What? No, I'm not gonna hurt you more.”

“It'll help with the wolfsbane, Peter. Do it.” She groaned. He quickly took it out and switched it on, grimacing as he put it on her skin. The wound gave off yellow smoke and her eyes glowed. Her claws dug into the ground underneath.

“That's it, that'll take the wolfsbane out. Call whoever you want and tell them...tell them I was in an accident.” She managed to whisper before she blacked out. Peter looked at her, brushing away hair from her forehead.

She came to gradually, eyelids fluttering. Her head pounded and she had no control over her limbs. She tried to sit up, wincing. She was in the hospital, it seemed. There was commotion in the chair to the right. Someone abruptly sat up, blinking widely.

“Scott,” she whispered as he stood up and hugged her.

“Stupid girl. I told you, you don’t go after a manic killer on your own.” he kissed her hair.

“Did you two rescue me?”

“No, we got here a day ago. Your boyfriend called Stiles, the first number he found on your phone and Stiles called me and…”

“How long have I been out?” she cut him off.

“Three days.”

“Scott, whatever he shot me with, it was beyond wolfsbane, I couldn’t heal.”

“Yes, Lydia researched it, said it was some kind of hybrid derivative. These people, they’re trained to take us out. She’s trying to find an antidote.”

“Coffee, kid?” Stiles sat down next to Peter, handing him a cup.

“Yeah, thanks.” his eyes were bloodshot, not having slept for the past 3 days. After he left that warehouse, he had called in anonymously to the emergency services, telling them the location and the restrained killer inside.

“You should go get some sleep. I think they’re only allowing family as of now.” he sighed.

“Nah, I’m good.” Stiles nodded, as they sat in awkward silence.

“So, uh, Spiderman?”

“I’m sorry what?”

“You’re spiderman, right?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Kid, I work for the government, I know my way around.”

“Oh yeah? Well, your hometown's life expectancy is really, really low. Teens killed every year, 65 percent go out of town for college. Care to explain? Didn’t think so.”

Stiles grimaced. “You’re smart, kid. So, tell me this, are you one of those assholes hunting supernaturals?”

“What? No!”

“So, you’re not spiderman and yet managed to walk out of a skirmish with a, uh, serial killer, which, might I add, your werewolf girlfriend couldn't and called me?” He shrugged. “It’s your secret to keep, buddy, just, don’t put YN in danger.”

“She kind of did that on her own. At your suggestion, I believe.”

“I told her not to do it, okay? And she said, I quote “I have claws and fangs, Stiles, I intend to use them.” I mean, who says that? How can you get through college and be an assassin? It was different in high school.”

“How so? Were you all assassins for hire?” Peter turned to him.

“No, no no. We were just trying to live and supernatural shit would often come up and try to kill us. It was batshit crazy stuff.”

“I’m kind of familiar with that, except I never had a pack.”

“Boohoo, sob story, wait until you hear about when I got possessed by an evil spirit...wait what? So you do admit you’re Spiderman?”

“Look, I’ve missed three days of classes and my girlfriend is 3 rooms over trying not to die.”

“She’s like my baby sister dude, not that you should have any sisterly feelings for her, and..”

He paused when a nurse leaned down in front of the two.“Um, Mr. Parker? Mr. Stilinski? Ms. McCall is awake and requesting to see the both of you. I’d advise you to not give sudden shocks or news.”

She was talking on the phone when the two came rushing to the door. She held up a finger while Scott stood up from the chair he was sitting in.

“She’s talking to Mom right now, telling her not to worry.”

“She’s not listening.” she smiled as she cut the call. Glancing up, she saw the three figure standing at the threshold, all glowering. She sat up, got down from the bed and walked over.

“Okay. Scott, you’ve done your protective alpha thing already. Stiles, Peter, you two can battle to death over who gets to scream at me first. I, need that" she said grabbing Peter's cup and sipped.

“Okay, stop. You're not poisoning yourself with shitty coffee the minute you wake up.” Stiles took the cup back from her. “And lie down, please.”

She made a face and sat down on the bed. “How soon are they discharging me?”

“They'll keep you under observation for a few days.”

“I have classes to attend!”

“You didn't really care about that when you went after a gun-toting maniac.” Peter frowned.

She rolled her eyes and lay down again.

“That's not how I wanted you to meet Scott, you know.” You smiled at Peter as he dropped you off to your dorm a few days later.

“They're...nice, if a little…”

“Scary?”

“More like funny.”

“Hey, he's my alpha okay? We learned how to kill and maim before we learned calculus.”

“You'd make great friends with Black Widow, you know?”

“OH MY GOD, YOU KNOW HER?” He laughed as she poked him repeatedly, “Peter! Answer me!”

[futurewriter2000]

Flower

A/N: This one got me a bit worried and all but it ended up pretty good..ish. I really worked on it for a long time and sorry if the imagines are coming slow but I am just really taking my time. I need a really good inspiration to for all of it, I don’t want to pressure it too much. Love yall <3<3<3

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x reader

REQUEST: Can you do a imagine where the reader is super calm and innocent (like more innocent and calm than Luna) and remus has a big crush on her and he find her crying so hard bc some people take her favorite book about fairies or angels and Remus protect her something like that, I need this so much

TAGS: @shadyladyperfection, @nadinissavage, @geeksareunique, @huflerin

WARNING: Just so you know I am a poetic lil shit <3

Xx

She was a flower. So quiet that even the silence felt louder. Innocent, that even a saint couldn't compare to her. So calm that it was almost beautiful.

She was a flower.

A flower which everybody loved. The most georgeous out of all in the garden that if someone plucked her, the world would get dark.

But it would get darker especially for one specific Gryffindor. He was quite tall and handsome. His light brown hair, flecked with grey caused a lot of girls to swoon over him. His scars made him mysterious, yet his charm always seemed to find its way to your heart.

If this makes sense, than you should know that this boy was definetly oblivious to other girls feelings for him, just as you were oblivious to his feelings for you.

"Angels?" he smiled, standing in front of you and breaking your concentration from the book.

"Remus." you smiled brightly.

Remus. His name, spoken with your soft and kind voice, made him go crazy. He already felt his knees go weak and the fluttering in his stomach.

"I remember I read about the angles of the night. Marut and Harut I believe." he smiled and sat down on the chair beside you. You slowly put down your book and started to listen to him. " They believed they were better than human beings. So God challanged them and send them on earth to test their bodily desires. Of course they fell for a woman named Zohra and she..." he stopped.

You were smiling.

He knew why you were smiling and looking at him like that. He knew he rambled and rambled on about something you already know.

"You know that already don't you?" he simpered awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

Letting out a pack of giggles you took his big hands into yours and smiled. "I did. Yes." You pulled him down so he could sit on the chair next to you. "But go on. I’d love to see your opinioun on them. " you spoke softly and leaned on your palms to listen.

He wanted to contine. Merlin's beard he wanted to talk but his tounge was completly tied. Your eyes were so beautiful. The (y/e/c) colour seemed to enchant him and your smile seemed to make his grow wider.

"I-I..." he stuttered and continue to fidget with his fingers.

What was he supposed to talk about again?

"How about you tell me about your favorite angel?" he was finally able to speak.

It was at this moment, as he spoke those words that he realized his favorite angel suddenly changed from Marut and Harut to (y/n)(y/l/n), because he hasn't seen eyes sparkle so brightly as they did with you, today.

He was a mess. Remus was a smiling mess and he couldn't stop that smile off his face. All he did was smile like an idiot, giggling when he thought back at today.

He was a mess. A smiling mess.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Sirius who couldn't keep it to himself anymore.

Since Remus came from the library, all he did was smile. Sirius couldn't figure it out. A day has passed and he was still smiling like a moron.

Remus looked at Sirius with wide eyes and smiled, yet again. "Nothing."

"No, you're doing it again. Prongs, tell him to stop doing it." said Sirius and turned to James.

"Moony, you're doing it again." said James, completly uninterested in the conversation and scribbling down on the parchment with ink sitting next to him.

"Doing what?" replied Remus, his face straightening up.

"That face." said Sirius and moved his index finger up to his lips.

"I don't have a face." denied Remus and put down the books and the quill.

"Yeah you do. You have it everytime (y/n)(y/l/n) is around or whenever you're thinking about her." spoke Peter as he looked up from his sketch book.

"(Y/n)(y/l/n). The (y/h/n). You like her?" quivered Sirius and jumped off his bed to walk up to Peter.

"Oh yeah. I have HOM with her." said James from his bed, not bothering to look up and continue to scribble down the words.

"HOM?" the other three said in unison, furrowing their eyebrows and staring at James.

Finally looking up from his essay with a quill in his mouth and at the staring Marauders, he took the quill back in his hands and smiled. "Yeah. History of Magic. HOM. It's shorter." he explained and rolled over on the bed to his desk. He put the parcment on the desk and rolled back on the bed for his ink bottle. He carefully screwed the top and rolled back on the desk. "Anyways... What I was trying to say was that I have HOM with her and that she always seems quiet and calm. Always holding on to this weird book of angels."

"That's because its her favorite and she's actually the most amazing person once you talk to her." objected Remus, who grew quite angry at James' tone when he talked about you.

"So you admit. You fancy her." grinned Sirius and looked down on Peter's sketchbook. "That's really good Wormtail." he added before jumping from Peter's bed and on to Remus'. "So have you asked her out already?"

"Dear god no." he laughed. "She doesn't like me. Probably."

"Probably." repeated Sirius and sat next to him. "You'll never know if you don't ask her."

"Yeah Moony. What do you have to lose?" added James and sat next to Peter. "That's amazing Wormy." he said as he saw the drawing in the sketchbook. "But you forgot the weird moul he has right next to his ear."

"You're right!" exclaimed Peter and scribbled a bit harder on the paper.

Remus touched the moul on his right ear and looked at Peter. "Are you drawing me, Peter!?"

"It's actually quite good. He really captured your lovestruck expression." laughed Sirius.

Remus stood up from from his bed and walked over to Peter. He picked up the sketch and looked closely at her. James and Sirius were right. It was good. Quite amazing actually and as much as Remus didn't want to admit it, he really did capture his looks, especially the lovestruck smile he wore the whole day.

"So what do you think?" asked Peter.

"Yeah, I'll ask her out tomorrow." he sighed in defeat and gave back the sketch.

Remus waited for you. He had a free period while James and you had History of magic or as James likes to call it HOM.  He still laughed at it as he thought of James saying it multiple times yesterday.

He was nervous. Of course he was. He had a crush on you since 3rd grade. God, bless the day he was partnered with you. That day changed his whole life...

"Mate?" James said as he noticed Remus held up in his own world. "Oi, Moony." he repeated and shook Remus' shoulder. “ You alright mate?”

“Splendid.” replied Remus with a big smile on his face and put his hand on James shoulder. He looked around, his eyes searching you, but he couldn’t find you through the crowd. “Where is she?” 

“Just missed her.” 

“Bollocks.” cursed Remus under his breath and sprinted after you.

And there you were. In your (y/h) uniform, holding your books and... frowning? 

Wha- Why were you frowning? asked Remus in the back of his head and started walking towards you. And as close as he got he noticed the three girls standing in front of you, holding your books and laughing.

“Angels?” scoffed one of the girls and turned the book around. “Angels don’t exist. At least not in this world, honey.”

“Just because you can’t see it, it doesn’t mean its not real.” you responded and glared at her. “Give it back now!”

“Oh what are you going to do? Cry about it? Ask the angels for help?” taunted the other and cackled as she threw the book in the air, making you twitch as she caught it.

“Careful!” you shouted and stuck your eyes on the book like a glue.

“Careful?” she quivered slowly. “Why?” she smirked maliciously.

“Just give it back Annabelle.” you added and reached for the book but was only pushed back by one of the other girls.

“Hey! She said to give it back. Now give her back the bloody book!” growled Remus and walked up to the three Hufflepuffs.

The two backed away from his sudden outburst while one of them stood her ground. “Whatever.” she scoffed and threw the book in the mud. 

You felt tears roll down your cheek as your grandfather’s book was laying in a puddle of mud. It was quickly picked up by Remus though and he decided to use a spell or two to get rid of the mud. 

He walked over to you and gave you the book. “Hey. It’s okay.” he smiled and wrapped his arms around you as you took a hold of the book. 

“Thank you Remus. This really means a lot.” you thanked him and wrapped your arms around his torso while your head laid on his chest, perfectly hearing his raising heartbeat. “Remus?” you asked all of a sudden.

“Yeah?”

“Why is your heart beating faster than a normal heartbeat would?” you asked and pulled away from the hug.

He looked down at your adorable (y/e/c) eyes and couldn’t help himself but to melt while watching them. “Well...um..” he mumbled and ran his hand through his hair. “ Well, (y/n). Here’s the thing. I kind of fancy you....a lot and I would love if you would go on a date with me.”

You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach as he said those words. You always liked Remus more than just a classmate but you were never sure if he ever liked you back. Until now. “I woud love to go on a date with you Remus.” you smiled and started walking backwards. “How does Friday sound?”

“Uh, it sounds perfect. “ he replied with a huge smile plastered on his lips.

“Okay then. See you on Friday.”

“Friday.” he mumbled quietly and couldn’t help himself but to smile. ”Friday.” 

[saho0]

Holy fucking christ, im a bad person.

Sometimes my mind goes back to this and I feel bad, this night, I started to think about it even more, and I'm a terrible person.

In like, 5 or 6th grade, we had to work on this film thing. We got separated into groups and I worked with N, S, Sc and R. Now, I first joined in 3rd grade, just like S. I was okay friends with N, he didn't have alot of friends and I definitely didn't.

R was not born in our country, so he struggled with the language, which is fucking hard. He was older than us by a year I believe, and took tests that was a grade under, as this language is stupidly hard, he also missed out on a lot of school before this place, if I'm not wrong. He would wear a hell ton of perfume and I'm guessing it was to hide the smell of spices from home. I'm only saying this as this is, sadly, part of it :(.

So, it's the 2nd day of work and we're all in this classroom, it's a weird classroom it has this closet that N can fit inside of and get locket in, idk. I don't remember how we got to this point but Sc kinda insulted R, both Sc and S started beging all like, "Why do you take a test that's under our class? Why this, why that" that shit. Now, I'm fucking intimated by the S's, they suck, so much. I remember feeling like, 'this is wrong, I should say something' and say something I did. I sure fuckimg did.

"Haha! Yeah, why do you wear so much perfume" I remember seeing how hurt he was by that, how hurt he was because I said that. I'm sure he struggled with a lot of shit and that did not help. I don't remember the rest of it. We finished the work and school went onward.

Suddenly I started to notice R wasn't coming to school. Sometimes he went a few days to a week with not begin there, but this was almost a month. Then 3 months and it seemed like he just disappeared. To be fair I wasn't the only one, me and N would try and talk to him, as kids would, idk just playing minecraft.

Even then I remember feeling like, 'was it because I said that shit to him?, it felt really bad saying it..'

I don't know what happened to him, but god dang, I hope he has it good and doesn't remember that shit like I did.

[funorb]

My first original long joke called "Luck"

My first original long joke called "Luck" - When I was young, I was always lucky. When I was five, my mom asked me to give 6 numbers for the lottery. “8, 13, 27, 29, 30, 31” I said. Without any hesitation, my mom punched those numbers on the lottery ticket and hoped for the best. Later that night, my whole family was watching the lottery on the television.“The winning numbers are 8!” The announcer said.“Five more numbers and I’m a millionaire!” my mom said with a big smile on her face.“13!” The announcer continued. My dad, who believed throughout his whole life that the lottery is rigged by politicians, suddenly looked towards the television. It was as if he knew that we were going to win.“27!” We already have half of the winning numbers. My family wasn’t really that rich, so winning the lottery would be a big help.“29!” Is it really going to happen? Are we really going to win ₱80,000,000?”“30!” One more number! The least amount we could get now is ₱50,000. Getting 5 out of the 6 winning numbers is already a big achievement in itself. Even if we don’t win, getting 5 winning numbers was already a testament on how lucky I was.It was as if God heard me and answered with a big “Okay”.“32!” Silence filled the room. My dad slowly looked away from the television and started reading his book once again. The smile in my mom’s face quickly disappeared as she stood up and went to sleep. Meanwhile, I was still very proud of my achievement. 5 out of 6 was unbelievably good. The next day, I bragged to my classmates that I had an 83.33333% guess rate. Most of my classmates were like “Whoa, that’s amazing” but one classmate of mine asked “Then what happened to the other 16.66666%?”That guy’s name was Calvin. Up until high school, he was considered as the “Shotgun King”. He would just shotgun any major test but still end up with a 100% grade. He was one of the few people in the world that were luckier than me. At age 11, he already won the 6/55 Grand Lotto four times, and he wasn’t only lucky with the lottery, he was lucky with everything. Five months ago, he won a 2017 Audi A3 Sedan. Three months ago, he won a Mercedes-Benz AMG 43, and about a week ago, he won a Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor. He won all these via raffle. There were a lot of doubts about his wins since not even the Philippine Air Force has an F-22.I haven’t been participating in any more raffles since my mom said that I should focus on my studies. While walking to class, I saw this flyer that said about a raffle with the 1st prize of a Samsung Refrigerator. It was the perfect time to test out my luck skills, besides, my family would extremely benefit from a new refrigerator. While I was putting my raffle entries inside the drop box, someone patted my shoulder.“Hey Kyle!” the guy said. It was Calvin.“Hey Calvin, what’s up?” I said.“You’re entering the raffle too?” He asked.“Yeah man, it’s been a long time since I won something.” I answered.“Well good luck.” He said. “I’m joining the raffle too, so the chances of you winning are slim.”After two days, it was already raffle day. I was positive that I would win, so I sat in front, near where the results were going to be announced.One by one, the results were slowly announced, starting from the 5th prize.“The 5th prize goes to Earl Cayanan!”“The 4th prize goes to Mary Ann Severino!”“The 3rd prize goes to John Paul Melecio!”“The 2nd prize goes to Harold Eugenio!”Finally, it was the time for the 1st prize. In the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw Calvin talking to some security guards. I smell something fishy going on.“And for the 1st prize, congratulations to Calvin Tolentino!”Calvin quickly ran up the stage. I didn’t believe the results so I ran up to Calvin, but on the way, two security guards stopped me. I didn’t give up. I shouted: “I’m the real winner, not you! The whole raffle was rigged!” One security guard then grabbed his gun and smacked its base to my head. I passed out.I then woke up in a hospital room with an old lady whom I’ve never met before, sitting beside me.“So, do you want to beat Calvin?” She asked.“What do you mean?” I asked in return.“I can make you win the next major raffle.”“How?” I quickly asked as I was interested.“Well, the next raffle has a bottle made out of diamonds as its first prize. If sold, it could be as expensive as ₱850,000,000.”“Okay so how do I win it?”“Hold your horses, young boy, that’s not the real first prize. You shouldn’t win the bottle, but instead, go to the host right after the program has ended. He will give you the keys to the ‘Win All Raffles Robot’ or WARR for short.”“The what?”“Okay, this might sound crazy but there is a robot that can make you win all raffle you enter. It’s called the ‘Win All Raffles Robot’.”“So how does it work?” I asked out of curiosity.“No one knows, it was sent by God during the 1300’s. What I do now is that whoever has the WARR would never lose a raffle. Your friend Calvin was just really lucky, but with the WARR, you’d be more than lucky.”“But how would I be sure that the host would give it to me?”“Well, he is my son.”“How is he your son?”“I gave birth to him.”Since this conversation seemed like it wouldn’t lead to anything useful anymore, I packed my things and left the hospital. Moments later, I saw a flyer that caught my eye.“Win a 700-year-old Venetian Diamond Wine Bottle worth ₱850,000,000. All you have to do is enter the raffle to have a chance.”Maybe this was the raffle the old lady was talking about. I quickly went to the raffle booth and entered.“The raffle draw will be in an hour, sir.” The clerk said. “You can meanwhile sit in our Waiting Area.”Inside the Waiting Area were chairs, tables, and a television showing a replay of the 2021 NBA Finals. It’s crazy how the Lakers won it in 6 games. Joel Embiid was such a beast for Philadelphia but they still weren’t able to pull it off.After an hour, I left the waiting room and sat in the front row near the stage where the raffle will be drawn. Slowly, people started coming and the seats started to fill up.It was time.The host came out of the curtains and picked one raffle ticket in the spinning jar.“The 5th prize which is a 1942 Zero Japanese fighter plane, goes to Erika Sanchez!”“The 4th prize, which is an authentic piece of the Shroud of Turin, goes to Francois LeBourgeoisie!” I can’t believe the host mispronounces his name.“The 3rd prize, which is the original copy of the Indian epic, the Ramayana, goes to Juan Tiu-Tres.”“The 2nd prize, which is a legitimate metal shard from the 1947 Roswell UFO Crash goes to Zack Dimagiba.“And finally, the event you’ve all been waiting for, the 1st prize which is a 700-year-old Venetian Diamond Wine Bottle goes to…Calvin Tolentino!”“What?!” I shouted as I jumped off my seat.Someone then suddenly patted my back. It was Calvin.“It’s okay Kyle, you’ll get your chance.” Calvin said.I was about to punch him in the face but I suddenly remembered that I never really intended to win the 1st prize, so before Calvin went to the stage to claim his prize, I told him: “Hey Calvin!”“Yes Kyle?” He said with an intimidating smile to his face.I moved closer to him, stared him in the eye, and softly said: “You may have won the bottle, but you haven’t won the WARR.”

[frozenhearts12]

The first "C" I ever got in school was in 3rd grade. Our parents had to pick it up from the teacher and my mom came and got them for us. I remember walking down the hallway to get my older sister's one being so proud of it. The concept of failing a class never really registering in my head yet. When I got home and showed my dad ,everything changed. I remember being yelled at because a C wasn't good enough, and if I continued to get them then apparently I would, "live behind a dumpster outside with no job." I hated coming home after school because I knew that there would be a math worksheet that my dad printed out for me to do, plus the ones that I already got for homework. I remember getting excited for new episodes of shows and then looking at the date they came on and suddenly dreading them, because we got report cards some time that week, and I didn't know if I made it or not. This continued on for years, I hated the kids who talked about getting a C like it was no big deal. I was scared for the ones who talked about getting an F. I'm almost halfway done with school, and I'm just now realizing that all the time I spent getting yelled at for a grade hurt me more then it helped. I spent all my time worrying about getting a B, that I didn't really pick up any of the information. The only thing I'm worried about is getting the most average score that I can and not have to go home every six weeks almost having a panic attack. The point is, scaring someone into doing what you think is helping them is not okay. I spent years thinking that it was perfectly normal to be on the verge of an anxiety attack every time I brought home a "bad" report card. Yeah it's nice to want your kids to have the best grades they can get, but telling a 8 year kid that if they make C's that they're gonna live behind a dump for the rest of their lives is fucking traumatic. Find a way to calmly tell them to make sure they stay on top of things, because in the end I guarantee you that they'll be more likely to study, then trying every method in the book to try and cheat on a test.

[emoceegaystories]

X'ed Out

“Jay, tell me who threw this garbage?!?“ Miss Dahlia asked angrily, while holding a piece of crumpled paper in her left hand. “Miss Dahlia, I really don‘t know who.“ I answered nervously. “You‘re the class president of 9-3! All the blame goes to you! You should be responsible to take responsibilities like this. If you will not tell me HONESTLY who threw this, you‘re going to clean the boys' c.r. alone!“ she said. “Miss Dahlia, I‘m sorry to talk back, but I think it is very unfair. My classmates never listen to me. They never respect my authority neither me as a person. So why would I take responsibilities to person who isn‘t worthy?“ I talked back crying. “You have the audacity to talk back to a teacher twice your age? With that I don‘t care anymore who threw this garbage because you will be sent to detention for two weeks. You should do whatever the teacher who is looking after you would be asking you to do. You should do those politely, properly, perfectly, completely, and without any act of defiance. If you won‘t oblige by the rules you will be suspended for a week. Did you understand?“ she said. I didn‘t answer because my tears would fall again if i would talk. "I SAID, DID YOU UNDERSTAND?!? ANSWER!!!“ she shouted with a hand-slammed on the table which made my poor heart jumped. “yes, Miss Dahlia.“ I answered pitifully. The whole class were quiet. No one is moving. No one is talking. It‘s as if no one‘s there but chairs. “Seat!“ she said to me. I sat down on my chair feeling so alone. Isolated. Barren. Me, sitting at the middle row. With all mocking eyes me. Looking down on me. Kooky eyes. Mischievous smiles. Evil looks. That was the day my world started to break and fall apart. The truth is, it‘s Erick, my Vice-president. I think he is the real president around. People listen to him. He persuades people to agree with him even though his ideas are almost close to impossible to happen. Which makes me oblivious when he‘s around. But when things fall apart I am the one who was always put to blame. I wanted to defend myself but I got nobody to stand with in those times. So in this situation, I just said that I don‘t know. Eventhough I lied to my teacher and myself. Pity. That afternoon, it was Miss Dahlia who looked after me. She was still furious about what happened earlier. She walks deviously, looks very strictly, and talks sternly. “Get a brush, and cleaning agent from the bottom drawer under my table. Then the pail and the mop at the left corner of the faculty room. After you got all of the things you need, go straight to the boys C.R. Don‘t worry all of the students had been gone home so no one will see you if that‘s what you‘re afraid of." she commanded me. I immediately followed what she told me. I went to the faculty room, there were some teachers who were working at their tables. Checking some papers, making lesson plans, preparing for tomorrow‘s lessons and classes, and others are talking to each other. “Good afternoon teachers“ I greeted as I enter the room. “Good afternoon, what do you need?“ Mrs. Diana asked smiling. She is the most kind teacher I‘ve ever met. “Mrs. Diana, I‘ll just get some things from Miss Dahlia‘s chair because I have to clean the boys C.R.“ i said. “Okay, just get what you need.“ she said. “Yes, Mrs. Diana.“ i said. Then I went inside, headed straight to Miss Dahlia‘s table. I opened the bottom drawer, I got what I need then closed the drawer. Then I went to the left corner of the room where the mops and pails are kept. “Thank you teachers!“ I said as I walk out of the room. “Got every thing you need?“ Mrs. Diana asked. “Yes, I do Mrs. Diana.“ I answered. “Okay, off you go then. Watch the time, ok?“ she said. "Yes, Mrs. Diana I will. Thank you.“ I said. I went to the boys cr at the end of the corridor on the second floor. No one is there but me. As I enter the CR, a pungent smell of urine tickled my nose. It‘s kind of stinky and disgusting but some very distintive smell makes me horny at that moment. I just can‘t identify what it is. I‘m gay and I knew about it since 3rd grade. I never hid in the closet, I just show people what I really am. A flambouyant person who just want to be happy and spread happiness. Until this chain of misfortunate events came rushing into my highschool life. I brushed every nook and cranny of the five toilets and five urinals. Mopped and dried up the tiled floor. Then came back to the detention room where Miss Dahlia is waiting. “Done?“ she asked sternly. “Yes, Miss Dahlia.“ I stuttered. “Ok. Head home now and you‘ll be looked after by Mrs. Diana in detention tomorrow.“ she said. It made me smile a bit. --- Next day in detention... I was waiting in the detention room. I was looking at the clock. It was 4:10 in the afternoon. Suddenly the door opened and Mrs. Diana and two other students came in. “Hi Jay, this is Tommy and this is Timmy they‘re the twins from 10-1. They will be joining you in detention today.“ Mrs. Diana said. “Sup!“ Timmy said. “fine.“ I answered shyly. They‘re the popular twins from the popular class in the tenth grade. They‘re the hottest guys in the campus. Their athletic built and good looks attract almost all of the girls in campus. "All you have to do today is sort out these test papers in these two boxes. Then as soon as you finish sorting, you guys can head home.“ she said as she goes out from the room. “Wait Mrs. Diana, you will not look after us?“ Tommy asked. “You guys are old enough to be on your own now. And I have to do other things in the faculty.“ she answered. “Where will we put these boxes after?“ Timmy asked. “Give it to the janitor, he knows what to do with them.“ she said as she walked out the door. "So we aren‘t actually doing anything today?“ I asked. “Yeah, I think so. Coz if we‘ll just give these papers to the janitor he‘ll just probably put them into the recycling bin.“ Tommy said. “Not actually, we‘ll do something new today,“ Timmy said, “but first let‘s give these papers to the janitor.“ We carried a box each and went to the MRI. We put the boxes outside the door so he would see them immediately. “Get your bag and meet us in the gate.“ Timmy said to me. “Okay.“ I confirmed. I went to my classroom and packed my things in my bag. Then went to the gate where they are waiting. “So where are we heading?“ I asked. "Our home.“ Timmy said. “What are we doing there?“ I asked. “Hang out for a while.“ Tommy said with a chuckle. “Why?“ I asked confusedly. “No more questions if you want to come.“ Timmy said. I wanted to go home immediately but there‘s something with these guys that kept me following them. I am attracted to my same gender since grade7. I am attracted to guys who are same as my age and probably same as my body built. But these hot guys are the excemption. When we arrived to their house. We went straight to their bedroom. They threw their bags on the floor. Took off their uniforms and flaunt their erect dicks. “Come here! Suck us.“ Tommy said as he masturbate Timmy‘s dick. “C‘mon they‘re really juicy!“ Timmy said as he wiggled Tommy‘s dick. Just like a hypnotized person. I calmly obliged to their needs. I went on all fours on the carpet. Timmy inserted his juicy meat in my drooling mouth. Tommy stripped my clothes off of me then he slowly inserted his unlubed huge dick in my receiving hole. The pain in my ass made me tearful. It really hurts as if I‘m being cut. Then when Tommy can‘t even budge his dick inside me. He put some vaseline in his dick. He lavished his dick with gruesome amount of vaseline. Then he tried inserting his meat into my hole again. It glided straight inside as if my hole wanted it whole. It made me inhale a lot of air as his dick shoved inside me. My mouth was really filled up by Timmy‘s juicy dick. Slurp after slurp. My mouth suck his dick. “Deepthroat aaaahhh... deepthroat !! Yes Jay.. that‘s it.. aaahhhh..“ Timmy moaned as he slowly fuck my mouth, inserting his whole dick in my mouth. His glans really touch the back of my throat. I could hardly breath. I‘m gagging. “aaaahhhh.. I‘m cumming...“ Timmy said. “aahhh aaaahh aaahhh.. I‘m close!!“ Tommy said. Then I felt their body shivered and quivered as their blobs of seed gush in my mouth and in my ass. “aaahh aaaahhh aaahhh... this is so horny aaahhh...“ Timmy said. “I want more of your body...“ Tommy said. Then he grabbed me at my back and quickly inserted his dick in my hole again. It made me scream a bit. Then he lay on his bed with his dick still inside me. Timmy grabbed my legs up and he inserted his dick inside my stuffed ass. The twin monster dicks in my ass really feels painful yet awesome. I can‘t do anything to stop them because they‘re too hot to be stopped. Their bedroom is filled with our moans, groans, whiffs, huffs, and puffs. Then they cum again inside. Filling me up with their hot sexy juice. We collapse in their bed; naked, perspirated, and exhausted. It‘s as if we just came from a marathon. Timmy took out his dick first. Then I stood up as Tommy‘s dick slid out of my hole. Then like an open faucet, their cum came gushing out of my hole. “I‘m sorry, I can‘t keep them in.“ i apologized. “It‘s ok, you‘ll be filled up again sooner.“ Timmy said which aggreviated my lust to them. “Let‘s take a shower baby.“ Tommy said as he held my hands. The three of us took a shower in their bathroom. We continued touching each others body. Then without a thought, Timmy kissed me. We were both shocked to that. “a-a-I‘m sorry. I-I-I didn‘t mean to do that.“ he remorsefully said. “No, it‘s fine.“ I said. "I could forget about it immediately.“ “Then let me take one too!“ Tommy said as he kissed me. That was an over-the-hedge kiss. He french kissed me. We tasted each others mouth. “Now try to forget about that“ Tommy said smiling. After we took a shower, I dried up myself then put on my uniform. “Jay, would you like to have a snack for a while?“ Tommy said. “No, thank you. I just had enough of twin sausage. Hahah.“ I said. The three of us laughed. “No seriously, our nanny made some sandwiches for us“ Timmy said. “No, really I‘m fine. I have to go now.“ I said. “Ah Jay, can we keep this as...“ Tommy said. “...a secret? Yes, sure I can.“ I said finishing sentence. “Thank you“ Timmy said. After I managed to finish putting on my clothes... “ok, i have to go. Thank you for that experience.“ i said. “you‘re my first time.“ Tommy said. “Same here!“ I said. ---- Third day of Detention. It was already 5:00. I‘m late for detention which is thirty minutes ago. I hurriedly run to the detention room. To my relief it was Mr. Castro who is in the room. He is our science teacher. He is the smartest and most handsome teacher in our campus. He is my favorite teacher because of his kind-hearted and funny mood. He is in his early twenties, I think he is twenty-three. He was looking at the terrarium in the corner. “Hi sir!“ I greeted him. “Oh hi good afternoon.“ he said with a heart-melting smile. “please have a seat.“ I sat on the chair just infront of the teacher‘s table. “you‘re late.“ he said as he sat on the teacher‘s table infront of me. His tight slacks really fitted to his pelvis. I could see how his dick was embedded in his pants. I took a big gulp and looked at him. “where have you been?“ he asked. “a-a-I-I went to the library to borrow some books and it took me a longer time than I expected because there were so many books to choose and I can‘t choose sir. Sorry“ I said. “You know it is not good to let your teacher wait for you in detention.“ he said seductively. “ah, i‘m really sorry sir.“ I apologized as I stared at his big bulge. “Jay, look at me when i‘m talking to you.“ he said. I looked at him then he bit his lips seductively. It made my heart pump faster, my breathing deeper, and my dick horny. “It‘s Saturday tomorrow. Do you have something to do tomorrow?“ he asked. “Ah ahm i-i-uh-i hahave to g-go to m-Mikaela‘s to finish our p-project in science sir.“ I answered stuttering. “You look so tense Jay. Relax, “ he said as he grabbed my hand and rubbed it in his bulge. “and focus on this.“ Cat got my tongue. I was stunned on my seat as my hand independently rubbing my teacher‘s bulge in his pants. “You know you could taste it if you would come to my house tomorrow.“ he said. I heard what he said but I can‘t move my mouth. I just nodded “yes“. “Ok, detention‘s over. You come by to my house anytime you want. I‘ll be waiting for you. You may go home now.“ he said and then he stood up and went out of the room. “oh another thing, if you want to have it always, keep this as our intimate secret.“ and a wink. I can‘t contain my excitement. I could hardly sleep that night. I keep on waking up because of my dreams are all about what happened earlier and what would happen tomorrow. The next morning. I woke up at 5:00 in the morning and actually got up at 6:00. I hopped to the bathroom and bathe. I lathered my body with the most fragrant soap I have in my bathroom. Scrubbed my body with a loofah. And actually, (which may sound disgusting...) cleaned my asshole. Took out all the debris that my finger would touch. Squeezed my two finger inside. My ass feels good and painful at the same time. After that, I soaked my body on a bathtub filled with warm water. When I get out of the bathroom it was already 7:30. I hurriedly put on my underpants and short shorts. Then put on my favorite cerulean shirt. As I went down from my room, my mother called me. “Are you going somewhere?“ she asked “We will be doing our project mom.“ i answered. “Well, will you be having your lunch here?“ she said. “No, I‘m afraid not mom. I think we‘ll be eating at my classmate‘s house.“ I said. “Well then call me when you arrive to your classmate‘s so I would know you‘re safe. Okay?“ she said “Yes, mom“ I said. “and be here before six.“ she added. “yes, mom.“ I answered. I took my bike a ride to Mr. Castro‘s house. As I am riding there‘s this mysterious smile in my lips that I can‘t keep. My heart is pounding like hell. I‘m so excited and nervous. It didn‘t took me too long to arrive at my teacher‘s house. He is actually living in an apartment. He‘s living there alone. The first time I got there is when we asked about our project just a month ago. I took out my phone from my pocket and called my mom. “Hey mom. I‘m here at my classmate‘s house.“ I said. “May I talk to her parent?“ she asked. “ahm, I'm still outside her house mom. It‘s embarrassing when they would think I‘m still a mama‘s boy.“ I lied. “Ok ok. Take care and don‘t come home late.“ she said. “yes mom. I love you.“ I said. “I love you too so much“ she said. “kay mom, got to go.“ I said. “ok. Bye.“ she said. “bye“ I said. So, there I was standing in front of his door. I knocked three times. I heard footsteps inside coming to the door. I heard the chain clings as it bump the wooden door. The door opened infront of me. My teacher‘s smiling face welcomed me to get inside. I went in. “How are you today Jay?“ he asked as he take my bag and put it on the chain. “I‘m feeling well teacher. How about you?“ i asked. “Horny as hell,“ he said then he slowly nibble my left earlobe. “I‘m horny the whole night last night until this morning. Horny for your lips around my cock.“ “Have you had your breakfast? Because I‘ll feed you my man sausage.“ he said. He held my face and then kissed me. He kissed me so rabidly. He was like slurping my mouth. It was really unusually sexy. I touched his bulge in his shorts. Which made him stopped kissing me. He looked at me in the eyes. “That‘s it! I can‘t take it anymore. Let‘s go to my bed.“ he said. Then he grabbed my hand and led me to his room. His room is not really big as compared to mine. It is like it is really intended just for him. With one bed and a cabinet his room doesn‘t have much space left. He threw me in the bed. "Take off your clothes.“ he said. As I am doing so, he is also taking off his clothes. That was the first time I saw his pillow-like pecs, bun-like abs, and salami-length cock. “Mr. Castro...“ i said. “-call me Dexter. Your Dexter.“ he cut me off. “Ahmm..Dexter. I don‘t think I can take that length of yours.“ i said. “nah... you think too much.“ he said. Then he lathered a handful of vaseline around his cock. It glistens and looks like it becomes longer. “Dexter. I am not ready for that big.“ I complained. I was lying on the bed. My legs are resting on his shoulders. He is about to insert his cock in my hole. Then he kissed me passionately. I felt his head going inside of my hole. Stretching my insides. I am moaning and groaning as he slowly inserting his length inside my asshole. “oooaaah!! aaah! Aaaah! Aaah ! Uuuhhhhmmmmmpphhhfff!! aaah! Aaaah! Aaah ! Dexter.. you‘re so huge... aaah! Aaaah! Aaah !“ I moaned and groaned. Then he started going in and out of my hole. His dick is really fitted in me. Slipping slowly in and out. Long and slow. Pain. Agony. Pleasure. Ecstacy. "aaah! Aaaah! Aaah ! aaah! Aaaah! Aaah ! aaah! Aaaah! Aaah ! aaah! You have a tight hole Jay. aaah! Aaaah! Aaah ! “ he moaned. [Dexter...Dexter...please deeper... deeper... more... more... don‘t stop...don‘t stop...] I keep saying in my head. “don‘t stop... aahhh...uhmm...“ I unintentionally said. “of course... I‘ll give you all my cum...“he said. Then he spun me around. I am now on top of him. Pumping in my hole is his unforgiving cock. It went in deeper. It‘s churning my insides. It hurts as hell. He‘s going faster. Faster. Faster. Then my body shivered then I collapsed on top of him. He‘s breathing deeply. Moaning and groaning. He let out a loud moan when he came inside me. His seductive fragrance tickles my nose. His flaccid dick popped out from my hole. Then his breathing gradually slowed down together with his moans and groans. I rolled in his side to the bed. I was still in awe, and bewilderment of what just happened. He was the first adult to feed my hole a juicy adult manhood. “Jay, you okay?“ he asked as he gently brush my hair with his hand. “Yes, Mr. Castro, I mean Mr. Dexter, I mean Dexter. Hihi“ I said in stuttering way. “Did you enjoyed that?“ he winked. “yes I, I did.“ I answered bashfully. “Let‘s go another round?“ he asked. Without waiting for an answer from me he blanched me with his kisses. On my neck. On my shoulders. On my bare chest. And on my haven. I was in serious addiction of his manliness. I want him to own me. Do everything he wanted to do with me. Violate my body. Pity. As his adult dick is sliding into my hole I was in constant pain as before. I became his sex slave at the moment. I couldn‘t say no because I‘m enjoying what I am feeling now. I feel like a special person to my mascular pedophilic handsome teacher. Suddenly, his movement became coarse and faster. He was grinding and pounding my hole savagely. Then with another loud moan, he came into my receiving hole. We got up and saw that there were blood stains on the bedsheet. He immediately took the sheet and put it inside the washer and turned it on. “I‘m sorry, I think I went too far.“ he remorsefully said. "no no, it‘s fine Dexter. I‘m okay as long as I gave you pleasure.“ I said. He grabbed my hand and we went to the shower. As the water splashes to our body, he was kissing my neck, fondling my nipples, and masturbating my cock. My hands are on the wall. I was in the summit of pleasure. As soon as I came, he spun me around to face him. He kissed my lips passionately. “Please, Jay. Don‘t come near me again. I don‘t want to hurt you again.“ he said. “Dexter, you‘re not. I enjoyed every moment we are together. I didn‘t felt any pain only pleasure.“ I said. He carried me like a child and leaned me on the wall. He kissed me against the wall. I was brushing his hair with my hands. Our tongue met and played with each other. After hitting the shower, he gave me his towel. He was naked. I pat dry my body and hair. I put on the same clothes I had awhile ago so that my mom wouldn‘t suspect a thing. “I‘m begging you, please. I want to end this sooner before I fall--...“ he said unfinished. He nodded. “Mr. Castro, I am now falling for you.“ I said. "No no no, Jay. No, you should not. You‘re a boy--...“ he said. “--...whom you violated with your manliness. And made me feel like a girl.“ I interupted. "Jay. I needed this job. If the school would find out about us I would have a bad record and I couldn‘t afford to have that because I am up for a promotion.“ he explained. “okay.“ I said. I stood up. Straightened up my clothes. Grabbed my bag. Then headed to the door. “Jay, wait. Let‘s grab some lunch at Mcdonald‘s“ he said as he celeritously put on new clothes. He drove us to Mcdonald‘s. We ordered on the drive-thru. After ordering, he drove us to the unpopular place in town where there were less cars and less people who are walking. He parked his car. “Jay. I‘m sorry.“ he said. “It‘s okay Mr. Castro.“ I said. "I hope you could understand.“ he said. "I do Mr. Castro. After you got what you want just leave them behind.“ I said while taking a bite on my burger. “Jay, please help me. I love you now. And I wasn‘t suppose to. But I did. I want to stop loving you because this relationship will take us nowhere but ridicules.“ he said. "You‘re as gay as me! You can‘t even take responsibilities. Why would you even have sex with me if you would just leave me?“ I said angrily. He hugged me. Everything wears off. I wasn‘t angry at him anymore. I understood at last. I don‘t know how. “Jay, I love you that‘s why I don‘t want people to ridicule you. I love you so much that I don‘t know how to keep us together.“ he said. “I love you too Dexter.“ I cried. “Well, you‘re just 16 and I‘m 24. Not to long gap, I think. So, if you‘re still into me until you graduate from college. Let‘s love each other again.“ he said. Redemption! I thought to myself. “Let‘s get you home now.“ he said. We are now just around the corner from my house. When I asked him to stop. “Why?“ he asked. “I remembered that I told my mom that I went to Mikaela‘s so if she would see you she would suspect that I lied.“ I said. “okay. Kiss me for the last time then.“ he said as he pouted his lips. I opened his fly and vigorously sucked his dick. "Oh god. Jay, how could I ever forget you?" he said. He came quickly in my mouth. Not too much cum came out. “That was amazing.“ he said. “Well if you need some more, just tell me.“ i said. “Thanks for the offer Jay.“ he said. “No problem Mr. Castro.“ I said. “I love you!“ he said. “I love you too!“ I said back and then got out from his black porche. I walked home. He horned. I waved at him. Then he drove away. [I will miss his huge cock inside me] I said to myself. ------- MONDAY “Good morning, Jay!“ Timmy said as he jokingly bumped me. His irresistable smile drew on his face. I was in awe for a little while while he is looking at me. He grabbed my hand and dragged me to a very narrow alley in the campus. It was 6:00 in the morning. There are few students around. “I miss you.“ he said. Then he kissed me on my lips. Our crotches are touching and it is turning me on. I can feel his member is slowly stiffening and mine as well. “Timmy, we‘re at school. Somebody might see us.“ I said. “That‘s why I picked this spot here because no one would come here for a purpose.“ he said. “What are you two doing?!?“ said an angry voice to us. We were surprised when we heard the voice. He stopped caressing me. We stood like a bowing statue. It was Mr. Montemayor, the most ferocious and terror teacher in the campus. “You two come to the faculty office now!“ he furiously commanded. When we arrived at the faculty room. There were teachers seating on their chairs. Then Mr. Montemayor started stating what he saw. “Teachers, listen. I saw these two kissing and fondling each others member at the small alley. This one (Timmy) is kissing him (Me) and he even liked it. They were also rubbing each others member. What should we do to them?“ he said with a loud voice that the classrooms near the faculty would hear him loud and clear. “I think we should tell it to their parents.“ Mrs. Reyes suggested. “Yeah, and whatever the sunction to the rule must be put upon them.“ Mr. Jacobs added. “I think the sunction is suspension for a week or two depends on the degree of their action.“ Ms. Redd said. My class adviser. “I say two weeks detention.“ Mrs. Sanchez said. She‘s Timmy‘s adviser. “Jay, you‘re still in a detention for one more week right?“ Miss Dahlia asked. “Yes, Miss Dahlia.“ I answered pitifully. “So that‘s three more weeks for you then.“ Mrs Redd said. “Let‘s inform their parents about this incident.“ Mr. Montemayor said. "Please take note of that advisers.“ ----- That was another hurricane of destruction. My action has come to my parent‘s knowledge. They were very mad at me. It has also come to my classmates about the incident. They would bully me even more because of that. I lost my friends. I have no one to talk to. Timmy and Tommy wouldn‘t talk to me because they too were being bullied much more than me. I was X‘ed out. I don‘t know who to talk to. I tried talking to Mr. Castro but he has his own problem because it was a week before the exams. I don‘t know a safe place to go to because wherever I go, there‘s someone who knows about the incident. I don‘t know what to do anymore. I‘m so confused. So distressed. So ashamed. So angry. So sad. I tried committing suicide. I was thinking about overdosing myself with aspirin but my parents are very cautious. They just put two aspirin tablets in medicine box and no other medicines. It‘s funny to think of but it really pissed me off. I tried drowning myself in the tub but my tub is too shallow. I even tried cutting my wrist but I still failed. I can‘t eat, drink, sleep, or even think right. I feel hopeless, demented, and mad. This is the worst feeling ever. I am still alive but with how people treat me gives me the feeling that it‘s better if I‘m dead. Three more agonizing weeks had passed. I was feeling dead inside. No one had ever talked to me. They can see me but they stare at me like they are disgusted still after three weeks. I just heard the news that the twins went to other city. Until the light from a spectral vast empty space shone upon me. It was a miraculous Sunday morning. My mom invited me to attend an assembly to which she attends to every Sunday and Wednesday. As we enter the hall, everyone greeted us with their unfailing smiles. Looks like they don‘t have any problems at all. They all look very happy. Full of blissful smiles. Jolly aura. I envy them. Then one familiar face ushered me and my mother to the middle row to take our seat. “Good morning Brother Jay.“ he said. I didn‘t respond. “Isn‘t he your best friend when you were little?“ mom asked. “I think.“ I answered. “of course he is. He‘s Nick right?“ mom asked. “He looks so dashingly handsome now just like you.“ “Mom, stop that.“ I said. “Good morning, brothers and sisters in Christ. We welcome you all again to our Sunday celebration. Welcome to our church. Feel free to give your smile to everyone but give your heart to only one and that‘s only to our Lord God. Please stand for our opening prayer to be lead by our sister in Christ, sister Janice.“ the emcee said. I was shocked to hear my mom's name being called. It wasn‘t my first time to be in this church actually. I attended this assembly when I was still a kid, maybe since I was born until I was ten or eleven years old. And then I stopped attending when I lost the joy of attending. It was as if I‘m attending because I have to and not having any other reasons to attend. As I said, I was gay since I was a third grader. I had a crush at Nick when we were 10 but then their family had to leave the city for some reasons. Then that factor added a reason for me not to attend anymore. I was so young, I don‘t really know what “priority“ means. I don‘t know what really is my goal or what my true happiness is. When I stopped attending church. I felt free. Free from rules. Free from regulations. It‘s like I let myself be ignorant to the laws of the Lord. Until I found myself lost now. Now, I‘m standing here. Listening to my mother as she pray. “...may you heal the broken hearted and lost souls. May you give them peace and calmness. Strength, knowledge, and wisdom to continue to live their life, to live their lives in your holy presence. May you shower them blessings by your love and mercy...“ she prayed. Those words hit my heart. My tears fell down from my eyes to my cheeks. It has given my heart and soul a reason to be happy. Since that day I felt redeemed. I felt free. I felt lively. I had new friends. True friends as people say. I found a new love, not being a hypocrite, but I love serving the Lord. I am now the teacher of the children ministry. A few more months past. It seems that the school forgot my issue. The truth is that I am still gay, I am still attracted to men of my type but not to the point, NOW, that we would go to the bed together. I feel a new person or maybe a better person. Nick and I has a special relationship and also a secret one, you know my point. I love him, and I know he loves me. So until this point we‘re happy having each others hand swinging when we hang out. I don‘t hope that you would like my story. But I just hope that you would also find your happiness. :)

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An Update & A Story

Hi guys. I’m finally taking action against my weed dependency. Each day, I’m taking one less hit than the day before. I actually haven’t tried quitting since I went cold turkey, the week before last Christmas. I was only able to stay sober until Christmas day for those wondering. Aside from the one visit to my father in February earlier this year, I’ve smoked every day since Christmas, 2019.

Now I lay here in bed, mostly sober and slightly depressed, wondering, how? How did weed become the top priority in my life?

These thoughts manifested during my sober week before Christmas, but now that I’m laying here, out of weed and sober enough, I can actually put my thoughts into words. Anyway, the main reason I started to abuse marijuana was because of my move from Michigan to Oklahoma (July 1st 2017). But there were a lot of small events that also contributed to the abuse too. The beginning of the abuse started around three years ago, but before we talk about that, you need to know how I was brought up. 

This next part is for my friends who I didn’t grow up with.  Read it if you want, you won’t make me cry if you don’t. 

Parts of the story below may sound like me just bragging. If you take it that way, that’s on you. I’m just trying to be as detailed as possible so people can get a proper understanding of how I was raised. 

In 2001, I was adopted at birth in Jackson, Mississippi. (I’ve always grown up knowing that I was adopted and some people think it’s a really touchy subject for me even though I couldn’t care less. In fact, I used to joke about it before my sense of humor vanished )         I was born with my feet completely backwards, or in other words, I had severe clubbed feet. At the age of 2, I had surgery and spent a year in walking casts. During that time, my parents and I in lived in a mansion until 2005, when hurricane Katrina came and shreked everything. So we moved to Oklahoma and lived in a low class barn for around 8 months. In 2007, my dad got a job offer in Lansing, Michigan, and that’s really when my life ‘started’.

The first memory I have of Michigan is driving down our beautiful dead end street with my eyes glued to the falling snow which I had never seen before. We lived in a three story house with a front yard the size of a soccer field and a backyard half the size of a soccer field, with a lake right behind it. Yeah, I had it good, but I didn’t even realize at the time because it was normal to for us to live in big houses. Now the two houses next to us had neighbors with kids my age. JC was one of these kids. The kid was huge - not fat, but well built. He was a French Canadian American who had lived there since birth. If I met him today for the first time, I don’t think we’d be friends, but JC, though he was the same age as me, felt like an older brother. He was disciplined (mostly), goofy, and a little arrogant at times, but we always had a good time when we got together. So most days after school, instead of hanging out with my best friend who lived far, far, down the road, I hung out with JC, and that’s what my life was like after school almost every day until he moved in 2014 (2015? I don’t know)

Now let me tell you about my parents. My dad is an American Armenian who was told by his parents as a child that he was going to grow up to be a heart surgeon, so that’s what he did. He’s disciplined, hardworking, wise - he’s pretty much the smartest person I know. But growing up, I despised him. He lacked empathy and could be extremely insensitive at times. But when things would go bad for me, he always knew exactly what to say and he knew how to get his point across. But I hated him while living in Michigan because I was obsessed with ONLY having fun and playing video games with my friends and he abhorred video games. He would guilt trip me when he’d walk into my room and find me playing something. One time, he even took away my xbox 360 after I failed a test, and said he’d give it back after a week. I never got it back. Despite the negatives, he taught me to not let my emotions get the best of me, he taught me how to remain calm, how to be humble, and so much more.

My mom, on the other hand is the COMPLETE opposite of my dad. She’s outgoing, sensitive, gullible, and unlike my dad, she could befriend ANYONE she meet. When she passes homeless people, she ALWAYS gives them money out of sympathy. To make it clear how nice she is,  if you sat Hitler down with her for some tea, Hitler would leave with his mustache shaved, and with a big, teeth grinning smile. She can make anyone like her. My mom spoiled me beyond senseless. She’d end my punishments early, she’d buy junkfood that the neighbors would eat up the next day, and she would buy me whatever I wanted under $200 and then say “Just don’t tell your father!” Even most of my friends at one point said, “Why can’t your mom be my mom?” However, my mom liked and still likes to live in a world where her feelings come before facts. She tends to get ripped off or scammed a lot when she bought stuff online or in person. Not to mention she sometimes follows the crowd instead of thinking critically. Ignoring her flaws, my mother taught me empathy, compassion, and love.

So having parents that were polar opposites from each other really balanced me out as a kid. I was (and still am) a shy boy, but I was quick to open up to whoever I trusted. Unless I was fighting with my parents, I rarely let my emotions control me. I’d be humble and respectful in public and or at school, and then I’d be my immature, batshit crazy and edgy self with my friends. 

My school life was okay. In 1st grade, I met my best friend, Christian.

2nd grade I had surgery on my feet again and missed 6th months of school. When third grade came, my dad convinced my mom to hold me back a grade since I missed so much and they switched me over to a private school. I cried and begged them to keep me in the same grade but the answer was ‘nope’. Today, I’m glad they held me back.

Life at the private school, STM, was vastly different than the public school I’d been going to. My grade had about 20 kids and I was the oldest there. All the boys were little jocks. Obsessed with sports. I played soccer and baseball a year before but sports wasn’t really my thing. The boys were nice to me though and I became friends with them, though I barely had anything in common with them. So I turned to the girls. I befriended most of the girls, and even sat at their side of the table at lunch everyday. I had a huge crush on a girl named Casey, and funnily enough, so did all the other boys. So I spent 2nd and 3rd grade trying to slide into Casey’s DM’s and by the end of the third grade, I was in. Well, I mean, we were extremely close. I went to her house, she went to mine, and I was a happy boy. So far, life was going well.

4th grade came and I was scared. Rumor had it that the 4th grade teacher was a mean bitch, and half of my other classmates had switched schools, leaving 9 kids in the class. So I convinced my parents to pull me out and move me to a bigger private school. STA.

This is where shit went down. I went to STA from grade 4 to grade 8. One day, in 5th grade, when we were all edgy, horny boys who had sex ed coming up in a week , eight of us went outside and I recorded a video of one of my friends, goofily explaining how to have sex in five steps. I uploaded the video to Youtube in 2013 titled, ‘Nick’s 5 special steps.’

Two days pass, and I’m sitting in my homeroom with the eight other boys and suddenly two of the school’s priests come in. I remember one thing Fr. A said that day. He made eye contact with every boy in the room besides me, and said,

“I hope to see you all in reconciliation because you all have a lot to atone for.”

I thought this was funny because I was Lutheran and didn’t do reconciliation. 

In a smart move, my dad made me delete my first youtube channel, epickarek, in fear that the school would file a lawsuit since the video showed minor’s faces. 

After that incident, life was pretty normal and uneventful up until 8th grade. In February, 2016, I was expelled. My friends at STA abhorred me. Those who were my friends a mere two days ago started sending me death threats.

 I started going to therapy and went to the public middle school in my area. Switching to that school was one of the best changes in my life. I made sure to tell no one about why I switched schools and within a few days, I had friends in every class. Not close friends, but friends that you could sit down at lunch and have a chat with. 

I started hearing the rumors during my second week there. One day, in math class, the girl in front of me, Savannah, turned around and asked out of nowhere, “Did you kill someone? I heard you did.” The classroom was tiny and there were about 8 people in the class so everyone heard, including the teacher, and they turned toward me, waiting for an answer. Instantly, I faintly laughed and said something along the lines of “I wouldn’t be sitting here if I did.” Everyone laughed and the class continued. The next day, it seemed like all 200 kids in my grade were focused on me. People constantly approached me, asking crazy questions and telling me the absurd rumors they heard. 

“I heard you stabbed someone.”

“Did you stab yourself?”

“What’s juvie like?”

“My friend at your old school says not to trust you. What did you do?”

The rumors drew more people to me, and ironically, I befriended most of those people once they saw that I wasn’t a psychopath. 

When the summer of 2016, came, I had my first serious girlfriend. Despite my parents being on the verge of a divorce, my life was at it’s peak. I had a girlfriend, a best friend, and a whole group of friends who felt like brothers. 

The next thing I know, It’s Christmas break and I’m in Oklahoma visiting family and she breaks up with me... for one of my friends. That led me to become super depressed, and angry. Very angry. Most of my friends were there for me. But talking about the breakup openly is the reason why everything went downhill from there. TLDR, My Ex, and myself BOTH overreacted.

I’m not going to tell the whole story online, but If you really want to know, I’ll tell you in person. 

Anyway, to shorten a long story, I got a call from my ex’s father saying if I don’t stay away from her, her family will take legal action. So, fearful of court, I respected his demand and stayed away. The next day when I got home from school, I found a FAT stack of papers on the kitchen table labeled, Personal Protection Order, aka a restraining order. I was furious and I stupidly posted to snapchat out of rage, roasting her about it. And within the next week, my family was in court with her’s. The judge, was the same judge who was working my parent’s divorce, (I don’t know why or how that’s allowed) and she did not like my dad, but she especially did not like my mom. Anyway, the PPO said on the front page that I wasn’t allowed to talk about her, ANYWHERE. Online or in person. so that’s why I was there. The judge banned me from the internet for until 2018 and I went home.

Stupidly, I violated the PPO twice after that (The judge then banned me from social media until 2019) and after the third time in court, the judge insulted my mother for how she raised me and I was found guilty, put into a squad car, and SHIPPED.

Like I said, if you want to know more details, just ask me in person. I’m getting pretty good at telling the story.

Fast forward a few weeks and it’s the last day of my freshman year of high school. I’ll never forget that day. I watched the people in my grade throw their hands up, celebrating and rushing out the doors, and I remember just standing there thinking, “I’m never going to see these guys again.”

What’s even worse was the fact that I was going to have to leave my group of around 8-12 friends.  And a few prior to the move, my best friend of 8 years ended our friendship because he was upset that I didn’t tell him that I was moving sooner. If that’s how he really felt, I don’t blame him, for I was depressed and acting strange.

My best friend strayed away from our group when he stopped talking to me so I really only had a few select people in my friend group that I could really call friends. Dillion, Josh, Keaton, Brock, (even maybe Preston) although I only spent around a year with them, we had powerful connections with each other. They felt like brothers. So when my mom said she was moving to Oklahoma, I was destroyed. I wasn’t going to let my mom move alone, but I was going to have to leave my support group. It was one of the toughest decisions I’ve ever made. I remember the week before we moved, I drove all around Lansing, listening to the Guardians of the Galaxy II playlist and feeling numb.

Then we moved

Within two months of moving to Oklahoma, smoking weed had become a daily habit. I had already been introduced to it by some friends before I moved, so I was familiar with the drug. At first, It diminished my guilt. I didn’t have to think about my friends I left or my old best friend...

I didn’t have to constantly think about the nice cop leading me out of the downtown courthouse into his car in some loose handcuffs.

I didn’t have to think about being in that dark, concrete solitary cell for two days, going crazy thinking that my white, skinny ass was going to juvie for 21 days like the judge said...

I didn’t have to think about the satanic, traumatizing things I did to that person in 8th grade that I still struggle to forgive myself for....

I didn’t have to think about anything if I just smoked my problems and sadness away. 

My first three days as a sophomore were miserable. I had already been to 7 different schools (ask me) and I was exhausted with the thought of having to start over with making new friends. So me, already depressed, convinced my mom to let me do online classes at home.

By the summer of 2018, my cousin had introduced me to his group of friends and we all got along pretty well. We smoked everyday until the end of summer. As fall drew near, I was PARANOID. I was two years younger than most of my friends and I thought I was annoying to them and felt like I intruded on their group, so I distanced myself. I stopped snapping the group chat and stopped inviting them over. I pushed them away because I was paranoid. I had never been as paranoid as I was until I started smoking weed.

2019 came and despite it being the end of my internet ban, I was broken. Being high was the new sober. My highs started turning into a buzz and only a buzz. It didn’t make me laugh or smile, it just made me a lazy husk that played video games and watched youtube endlessly. 

When the summer of 2019 arrived, my cousin came to spend the summer with me. Now, I don’t want to rant about other people anymore so I’ll just say this. He knew I was broken. It was clear as day; I’d wake up, sit at my desk all day, then go to sleep. Despite my attempts at open conversation, he was never willing to be vulnerable with me, even when Etika died. So when the end of summer came, we were both very condescending and passive aggressive toward one another.

After that summer, I was left still high, insecure, mean, emotionless, and lonely. I didn’t want to contact my Michigan friends because was a little bitch. I was afraid they would see what I’d become and they’d distance themselves from me, so I turned to the internet. I knew that I had fans and friends that waited two years for my return, so I started streaming. All was going well, but despite all of my internet friends, I wasn’t happy. Not knowing the source of my unhappiness, I continued to smoke and stream, slowly ignoring my internet friends over time, and I continued neglecting myself.

Then mid December came. I don’t remember how it happened, but I stopped smoking for a week. It was during that week that I realized what I just typed above. I was emotionless - I hadn’t genuinely laughed in months, I felt pressured to stream. My relationships sucked and were fading day by day, so I stopped smoking. 

Christmas soon came and to simply put it, I relapsed. One small hit. That’s all it took. I took one tiny vape hit on Christmas evening and I’ve been smoking everyday since then. 

I’ve wrote this not because I want pity, but because I want to help my friends understand me a little better.

To all of my friends,  I know I’ve been distant from all of you. Please, just be a little more patient with me, I’m getting there. :) 

Anyway... I started writing this mini essay on July 31st and I’ve spent 6 days working on this. I’ve never talked about some of this stuff openly so it feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest. My final thoughts are in my post that precedes this. Thanks for reading, I love you all, be safe, don’t catch the VID, and remember,

Dicks out for Harambe.

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denial

part 3

where Allison never died in s3 and Lydia and Stiles are still going strong in the flirting game but still stubborn, so Allison decides to set them up (with Scott’s help of course).

find part one here

find part two here

Scott was a little afraid to ask Allison why she had driven them out into the woods at 9 o’clock at night. Thankfully he had enough intuition to know that Lydia’s text about Stiles planning stupid things and dark forest in Beacon Hills go hand in hand. That and she said she was going with him (wherever that may be) to make sure he stayed safe, so it probably meant Allison wanted to come out and follow them. He was still lost in the why, but at least he could figure out the root of it without having to ask too many questions. 

“Oh, there’s Stiles’ jeep!” Allison exclaimed, the excitement that she was expressing admittedly concerning. “Thank god, I thought we’d never find it.”

Scott had no idea they were even searching for said jeep, but in Allison’s defense Scott never asked. He hadn’t said much of anything since she got in the car, really. God, Stiles was right, he needed to get it together and say something.  He parked behind Stiles’ car and turned to face her for the first time in a long time. “So, what’s the plan?” he blurted, without much thought. Thankfully it wasn’t the worse of things to ask. 

“Well, I’m thinking we just go in, you can follow their scent right? I wanted to make this big grand scheme in setting them up together but then I realized first we need to know where we are in relationship status, you know? Like, for all we know they’re dating and just telling us they’re not. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised - have you noticed just how much time they spend together? AAlnd the texting, it’s non-stop, it’s...” she paused, stopping mid-sentence to look at Scott with an awkward shaping smile. “Sorry, I had a lot of coffee before getting in the car. I’m a little... wired.”

Be cool, Scott. Be cool. “No worries, I like it when you’re wired.” No, that was not cool. That was weird. Good god.

Allison sweetly smiled with the mouth, but the squinted eyes spoke volumes. She chose not to comment on his bizarre behavior and said, “I just want to spy on them, I know it’s like serious boundary crossing - but I need to know where they’re at before I start meddling.”

Scott nodded, slowly, then said, “Well they’re talking about their chemistry test tomorrow, if that helps you any on your hypothesis.”

Allison turned to him, eyes wide, “Oh my god, you can hear them right now?”

Scott just shrugged, still trying to seem as cool as possible. “Yeah, they’re only about a mile out I think. You know, if you had all of those questions, you could have just asked me before dragging us out here in the middle of the night.”

Allison laughed, “You? You wanted me to ask you Lydia and Stiles’ relationship status? And how are you supposed to know, huh? Are you some kind of relationship psychic?”

“Well, no,” Scott felt like he was blushing. Oh god was he blushing? “but I won’t deny I’m curious about them, too, so I … eavesdrop on occasion.”

“Oh my god,” Allison was grinning at him now, amusement sparking behind her eyes and making it to her beaming smile. “Scott McCall, do you spy on Lydia and Stiles on a regular basis?”

Scott was scratching the back of his neck now, “Would I be a bad person if I said yes?”

Allison was laughing. She was so pleased by this and it was a little odd for Scott to see. For one, it was hard for any of them to find the joy in things now and days. But second, he never realized how invested Allison was in Lydia and Stiles. She set them up for homecoming that one time, but she never ever really said anything else about them. 

“So what do they say? How often is the flirting? And oh my god, are they dating?”

“No on the dating,” Scott said amused. It was obvious the answer was no, but he entertained Allison and her passions anyway. “If they were dating we’d know. Trust me.”

Allison nodded and sunk into the passenger seat, “You’re right, heartbeats. You’d know if they were lying.”

“Well, that is true,” Scott offered, “but I meant mainly because Stiles is a horrible liar, and I honestly don’t think he could keep dating the girl he’s liked since 3rd grade a secret for more than maybe 30 seconds.” Allison laughed again, bringing a spark of joy in Scott’s own spirit. He forgot how much he loved hearing her laugh. 

“Okay, you do make a valid point. So then what about the flirting?”

“Non-stop.”

“Both sides? Equally?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Uh yeah, you better,”

Scott hesitated, almost afraid how Allison would react. “Lydia flirts more.”

Allison gasped, “No way.”

“I mean, that’s not saying Stiles doesn’t flirt, but Lydia... she initiates it most of the time. Stiles is just too clueless to pick up that it’s flirting. Any time I mention to him how she was flirting he insists it was just bickering.”

“Bickering is one of Lydia’s most common methods of flirting,” Allison crossed her arms and shook her head. “It confuses most men, we can’t be too hard on him over that.” Allison’s head fell to the side and she looked at Scott with curious eyes. “What are they talking about now?”

“It’s getting harder to hear them, but they’re talking about the Nemeton now.” Scott sat up at that, like a dog who heard something alarming. He looked at Allison like she heard it too (she did not, lack of supernatural hearing and all that), then he said, “Why is Stiles searching for the Nemeton?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Allison was genuinely surprised. “Here I thought you guys told each other everything.”

“Stiles likes to keep secrets when it comes to his safety. Allison, why would you guys let him go out there in search of that? I mean, what it did to him the first time - Deaton said that Stiles might always be vulnerable to the Nemeton’s pull. If he found it it would-”

“It would be fine because Stiles can take care of himself.” Allison cut off his panic with common sense. “Besides, he has Lydia. They always seem to make it out alive when they’re together.”

Scott growled at the implication that what they were doing was going to end in the need for survival. “Not helping.”

“Scott, c’mon, it’s not like they’ll even find it. Stiles has been searching for it since everything went down - it only is found when it wants to be found.” She gave his arm a gentle, reassuring squeeze. It helped. She always helped calm his nerves. “Plus, Stiles honestly probably just made this his plan because he knew Lydia would be too worried about him not to go along.”

Scott was shocked. He had no idea Stiles had been searching for the Nemeton, and he knew this was likely because Stiles knew how he would react if he did. “We should follow them. Just in case.”

Allison had the faintest of smiles casting over her lips as she softly nodded and said, “Okay, c’mon.”

They quietly stalked through the woods, just close enough that Scott could still hear their conversation, far enough back that they could run to the car and never be seen before the two made their way back themselves. Occasionally Allison would ask what they were talking about now, but the answers were always boring. School. A movie they watched last week. They’re bickering about which direction to go. And of course, Lydia telling Stiles he’s an idiot. 

“That’s the fourth idiot tonight,” Allison said breathlessly. 

Scott stopped and turned, seeing the wheels turning behind her eyes. “Yeah? Let’s be honest, Stiles is kinda an idiot sometimes. Even Stiles would tell you he can do math in his sleep but his common sense radar has been broken since-”

“He was born, yes I know,” Allison was thinking about something so sternly, her brows were causing a little wrinkled V above the bridge of her nose. “Scott, the only time I have ever known Lydia to tell boys they’re idiots is the one’s she likes. Like really likes, like Jackson likes, okay? And I’m not talking about her seeing an actual idiotic teenage boy and telling them they need to read a book or two. I mean her, oh my god you’re such an idiot I want to suck your face off use of the term idiot.”

He frowned, “How do you tell the difference?”

“This is Lydia Martin we’re talking about, Scott. If she’s being condescending, trust me, you’ll know.” She still wasn’t moving and the longer they stood there the farther their voices were becoming. Allison added, “And she’s said it four times.”

“Does that give you your answer then?” Scott heard Lydia giggling at something beyond stupid Stiles said, and Scott just started to realize how right Allison was on how this was basically just a very dark way of a date. Both so desperate to spend time with each other but also too stubborn to say anything about it that they’ll go out of their way to walk about a damp, dark forest just as an excuse to get dinner and dessert after. Scott considered for a split second that this wasn’t any different, Allison dragging Scott out in the middle of the night to “stalk” Stiles and Lydia but lacking in the actual stalking part. But he brushed off that thought the moment it passed through his mind - this was clearly a purely platonic friends thing. 

“I think I need to talk to Lydia.” Allison decided.

Suddenly, their voices were getting closer again. They were turning back. “We better go - sounds like they’re heading back this way.”

Allison furrowed her brow in confusion, “What? Why?”

Scott had to listen to find out. 

“Lydia, wait. So you got some mud on your shoes, I’ll replace them.”

“No, Stiles. This entire everything is useless. Wandering around the forest in the middle of the night is literally a huge waste of my time. I could be doing so many other things right now,”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Oh I don’t know, school for one? Do you even do your homework anymore?”

“Well, anymore implies that I ever did it, so...”

Scott looked at Allison and shrugged, “Sounds like Lydia got impatient.”

“She’s probably just trying to lead him off the scent. She’s been really worried Stiles is going to find it.”

Scott gave her a skeptical look, “Why does that sound like she knows where it is?”

“Probably because she does?” Scott looked at her with a slacked jaw. She just rolled her eyes, arms crossed across her chest. “What? Scott she’s like a supernatural metal detector, okay? I highly doubt she wouldn’t be able to sense it.”

“You said Stiles wasn’t in danger of finding it-”

“And he’s not because Lydia is here to make sure he doesn’t. See? Plan is fool proof. Now can we please go before Stiles and Lydia spot us?”

Their voices were getting even louder, it was evident they should leave. But he was even more afraid for their safety now. 

“God Lydia, could you at least slow the fuck down?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

“Shit - how do you even move that fast in heels?”

“It’s called grace and poise. You should try it sometime.”

Scott heard Stiles trip, then curse under his breath. They were getting way too close for comfort.

They were coming in hot. Scott knew they had to go. Explaining to nosy Stiles that he was spying on him was one thing, but Lydia was another. Scary Lydia.

“Scott, let’s go. C’mon!”

Scott finally put one foot in front of the other and made a run for it to the car. Once they reached it, he could tell Lydia and Stiles were not far behind. He started up the engine and zoomed off down the street, hoping to god neither of them saw or heard the car before they could get away. 

Scott was silent, they both were. All Scott could think about now was what all he didn't know about Stiles and his schemes recently. Allison, she had one thought in mind the entire car ride home: she had to talk to Lydia.

-

to be continued 

[ceaselessly-into-the-past]

belonging

I’ve had a horrific cold the last three days, so as a result this post will probably be even less coherent than usual. I suppose it was about time that my body caught up with my mind in terms of health. 

I skipped last night’s 7-10 orchestra rehearsal and plan on skipping all of today - I haven’t missed any of my Wednesday classes so far save for theory, which I’ve now missed four times. The first two were when I woke up with terrific migraines and knew immediately I wouldn’t be able to function in class. The third time was when my tracheostomy tube fell out in my sleep and the hole in my neck had almost closed up completely.

I looked in the bathroom mirror and squinted. At first, in my just-awoken, bleary-eyed state I thought, a stake of horror shooting up through my body, that it had closed up completely. But no - as I scrambled on top of the toilet to get a closer look, I saw that there was a small dot of black in the flesh of that hollow part at the base of your neck. No bigger than two millimeters or so in diameter.

Fuck, I thought, I have to have this cut open.

The problem was that I would have to involve my parents and also notify the school of what happened. And I had no doubt that they would question my ability to live alone in the dorms.

I would not go back to my parents.

No fucking way.

My autonomy was in danger, and so I proceeded to do the following:

I wiped the end of a pen - where the gently-sloped cone-shaped cap was - with an alcohol swab.

Looking in the mirror, I slowly fed it into my neck, not very deep at all, not even up to the rubber part that you hold when writing with it, and carefully pushed. I supposed this was akin to what anal sex feels like, just on a smaller scale and in a completely different location.

Every so often I pulled the pen away and observed. The hole, just as I thought it would, was growing back to size.

I also noticed that sticking a pen in my neck hurt a lot.

After twenty minutes of gentle pushing I decided it was big enough.

I reinserted the tracheostomy apparatus.

Blood slowly tricked down my chest, but that was okay. Blood more often than not stops after a while.

I got the idea from one of those stupid gore-fest Saw movies. Yes, the one where the guy is chained up to a bathtub and he has to cut off his leg to free himself. That’s the first one, which is actually not bad. The series definitely went progressively to shit after that.

When I was in seventh grade I suddenly became obsessed with the concept of death - what a fascinating thing it was, to think that there’s simply nothing after your body expires for whatever reason. Complete nothingness. It was thrilling to me. 

After I discovered the existence of the Saw franchise, I often watched video compilations of every ‘test’ in the movies. One of them involved a man whose head was encased with a box that was slowly filling with water. The solution became apparent to him - he had a pen in his pocket, and he had to perform a tracheostomy on himself by piercing his throat with the pen so he could breathe without his nose or mouth.

What fascinated me most about the Saw deaths was that there was always a way out. It was interesting to see who made it and who didn’t. Were the puzzles not lethal, I used to think, this would be an exciting game show.

I was not quite sound of mind in the seventh grade. But I suppose it came in handy in the end.

And now I’m missing theory for the fourth time, because of a bad cold.

In other news, I’ve found some friends, the process of which started quite a while ago.

The annual kick-off-the-year Circle Line Cruise, where Juilliard kids get to go on a short cruise down the Hudson River, around the Statue of Liberty and back up again, was on the 6th of September, 2017. That wasn’t the point, though - nobody gave a shit about the cruise. There was fucking booze on that ship, and kids that were old enough got their starting drinks for the night there while the underaged looked on wistfully. They would get their chance, though, in just a few hours - because immediately after the Circle Line Cruise would come a veritable plethora of wrecked-for-school parties across Manhattan. I managed to get into one on West 68th street. Interestingly enough, Michael - the host - lived in the same complex as the instrument dealer I bought my most recent cello from a few years ago.

Needless to say, I launched myself headfirst into that shit. I walked in and immediately got a shot, then another drink, then a mixed drink to lay off the hard stuff. Mixed drinks, I should mention, are great.

Eventually and inevitably we got a noise complaint from some neighbor and the party had to be cleared out before we got busted. There were whisperings, though, of an afterparty in the back room for those that stayed behind. Naturally, I stayed behind - and this was how I met Andrew.

Andrew, along with another older student, were rolling joints in the back room, and about eight other kids were sitting around and passing around what I know like to call ‘the weeds’. I approached Andrew and without my even having to ask he handed me a freshly-lit blunt. As I got started on it we made conversation - we had a mutual friend named Philip, who I knew in Pre-College and was now a third year. Philip had made a Facebook group called Juilliard Memescript Archives that we occasionally posted in. Andrew was a second year and, as I soon learned, was 'the’ Juilliard drug guy. Andrew, however, was not some pale, half-present white douchebag - he was darker-skinned, for one, and wore glasses and dressed smartly. It was as if he had walked out of an alternate version of the 2015 film Dope in which the protagonists were nerdy Latino classical musicians. 

‘When’s your birthday?’ Andrew asked, and I told him that it was in two weeks or so.

‘Really? Shit man, you know what, I’m gonna host a party for you. It’s gonna be fuckin lit. We’ll have some booze and weed and also, I like cooking. I cook a lot because I have my own place and it’s the only way I can get good food around here. The cafeteria is hopeless, you know. Juilliard doesn’t give a fuck about what they feed us. We’ll make some really good food and get wrecked.’

I awkwardly thanked him. In the back of my mind I carefully noted that this might just be some kind of idiotic promise that people make when they’re especially drugged out, but I held on to some hope that finally, someone had reached out to me.

Sure enough, a week later Andrew messaged me asking when my birthday was again and what kind of food I liked. I told him again and explained that I actually couldn’t have solid food, so he should really consult whoever he was going to be inviting.

On the 24th of September I went up to West 120-somethingth street to Andrew’s apartment. It ended up being a small party, with just me, Andrew, Philip, and his extroverted girlfriend Helen, who was also a 3rd year. It was a Sunday and we all watched the new episode of Rick and Morty while sipping the shittiest vodka I’d ever tasted and tried getting high on the little weed available to us. Andrew kept getting messages requesting various drugs and at one point he left the room to make a sale at his front door.

About three weeks later, I got a message from Helen asking if I wanted to be the cellist for her ChamberFest group. Chamberfest was an intensive program at Juilliard where participating students would come back a week early from winter break and spend that week preparing an entire chamber music work to perform in concert for the rest of the returning students. I had tried putting together a ChamberFest group to do Shostakivoch’s String Quartet 6 in c minor - a chamber music epic if there ever was one, I highly recommend everyone listen to it at least once - but things hadn’t quite worked out. Helen told me she was trying to get a group to do Schubert’s Trout Quintet.

‘Yeah, definitely!’ I replied.

The next day I met the other four members in the chamber music office to fill out our application form - Helen, Andrew, Michael (that host from the cruise afterparty), and a girl named Natalie. All save for Helen were second-years.

A week later, the chamber music office emailed us informing that our request to work on Trout Quintet had been approved.

Since then, my home has been our group chat. All of us happen to be, as Helen put it, ‘waaaaaay into not being sober’. So our plans, naturally, revolved around working our asses off during the day and getting fucking destroyed at night. There are talks of dropping acid at some point and evening weed rehearsals to try and get some new ideas on the piece.

It’s so funny. I considered my life until college to be extremely sheltered - I never went out often with friends, I certainly never partied or drank or did anything of that sort. But here I was with Helen, who was notorious for dealing with the shit in her life and in school by smoking weed daily; Andrew, who was Drug Boi(TM) and had been caught alongside his roommate with bags of weed in his dorm room last year (and had luckily only been admonished); Michael, who had an infamous anti-establishment streak with the Juilliard administration (though to be fair, we all did) and didn’t hesitate to trash them in Facebook posts; and Natalie, who seemed to really like wine. 

Our philosophy was: Fuck this school, fuck how it disproportionately puts pressure and stress on its students, we’re going our own way and we’re still gonna be good at our fucking art while we do it so fuck you.

I feel like I belong to something now. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt since I last saw my friends from high school in June. But it’s rushing back now, and I feel a new life welling up in the future.

tl;dr ChamberFest is gonna be fucking lit.

[mhmmdnadeem]

My first original long joke called "Luck"

When I was young, I was always lucky. When I was five, my mom asked me to give 6 numbers for the lottery. “8, 13, 27, 29, 30, 31” I said. Without any hesitation, my mom punched those numbers on the lottery ticket and hoped for the best. Later that night, my whole family was watching the lottery on the television.

“The winning numbers are 8!” The announcer said.

“Five more numbers and I’m a millionaire!” my mom said with a big smile on her face.

“13!” The announcer continued. My dad, who believed throughout his whole life that the lottery is rigged by politicians, suddenly looked towards the television. It was as if he knew that we were going to win.

“27!” We already have half of the winning numbers. My family wasn’t really that rich, so winning the lottery would be a big help.

“29!” Is it really going to happen? Are we really going to win ₱80,000,000?”

“30!” One more number! The least amount we could get now is ₱50,000. Getting 5 out of the 6 winning numbers is already a big achievement in itself. Even if we don’t win, getting 5 winning numbers was already a testament on how lucky I was.

It was as if God heard me and answered with a big “Okay”.

“32!” Silence filled the room. My dad slowly looked away from the television and started reading his book once again. The smile in my mom’s face quickly disappeared as she stood up and went to sleep. Meanwhile, I was still very proud of my achievement. 5 out of 6 was unbelievably good. The next day, I bragged to my classmates that I had an 83.33333% guess rate. Most of my classmates were like “Whoa, that’s amazing” but one classmate of mine asked “Then what happened to the other 16.66666%?”

That guy’s name was Calvin. Up until high school, he was considered as the “Shotgun King”. He would just shotgun any major test but still end up with a 100% grade. He was one of the few people in the world that were luckier than me. At age 11, he already won the 6/55 Grand Lotto four times, and he wasn’t only lucky with the lottery, he was lucky with everything. Five months ago, he won a 2017 Audi A3 Sedan. Three months ago, he won a Mercedes-Benz AMG 43, and about a week ago, he won a Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor. He won all these via raffle. There were a lot of doubts about his wins since not even the Philippine Air Force has an F-22.

I haven’t been participating in any more raffles since my mom said that I should focus on my studies. While walking to class, I saw this flyer that said about a raffle with the 1st prize of a Samsung Refrigerator. It was the perfect time to test out my luck skills, besides, my family would extremely benefit from a new refrigerator. While I was putting my raffle entries inside the drop box, someone patted my shoulder.

“Hey Kyle!” the guy said. It was Calvin.

“Hey Calvin, what’s up?” I said.

“You’re entering the raffle too?” He asked.

“Yeah man, it’s been a long time since I won something.” I answered.

“Well good luck.” He said. “I’m joining the raffle too, so the chances of you winning are slim.”

After two days, it was already raffle day. I was positive that I would win, so I sat in front, near where the results were going to be announced.

One by one, the results were slowly announced, starting from the 5th prize.

“The 5th prize goes to Earl Cayanan!”

“The 4th prize goes to Mary Ann Severino!”

“The 3rd prize goes to John Paul Melecio!”

“The 2nd prize goes to Harold Eugenio!”

Finally, it was the time for the 1st prize. In the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw Calvin talking to some security guards. I smell something fishy going on.

“And for the 1st prize, congratulations to Calvin Tolentino!”

Calvin quickly ran up the stage. I didn’t believe the results so I ran up to Calvin, but on the way, two security guards stopped me. I didn’t give up. I shouted: “I’m the real winner, not you! The whole raffle was rigged!” One security guard then grabbed his gun and smacked its base to my head. I passed out.

I then woke up in a hospital room with an old lady whom I’ve never met before, sitting beside me.

“So, do you want to beat Calvin?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked in return.

“I can make you win the next major raffle.”

“How?” I quickly asked as I was interested.

“Well, the next raffle has a bottle made out of diamonds as its first prize. If sold, it could be as expensive as ₱850,000,000.”

“Okay so how do I win it?”

“Hold your horses, young boy, that’s not the real first prize. You shouldn’t win the bottle, but instead, go to the host right after the program has ended. He will give you the keys to the ‘Win All Raffles Robot’ or WARR for short.”

“The what?”

“Okay, this might sound crazy but there is a robot that can make you win all raffle you enter. It’s called the ‘Win All Raffles Robot’.”

“So how does it work?” I asked out of curiosity.

“No one knows, it was sent by God during the 1300’s. What I do now is that whoever has the WARR would never lose a raffle. Your friend Calvin was just really lucky, but with the WARR, you’d be more than lucky.”

“But how would I be sure that the host would give it to me?”

“Well, he is my son.”

“How is he your son?”

“I gave birth to him.”

Since this conversation seemed like it wouldn’t lead to anything useful anymore, I packed my things and left the hospital. Moments later, I saw a flyer that caught my eye.

“Win a 700-year-old Venetian Diamond Wine Bottle worth ₱850,000,000. All you have to do is enter the raffle to have a chance.”

Maybe this was the raffle the old lady was talking about. I quickly went to the raffle booth and entered.

“The raffle draw will be in an hour, sir.” The clerk said. “You can meanwhile sit in our Waiting Area.”

Inside the Waiting Area were chairs, tables, and a television showing a replay of the 2021 NBA Finals. It’s crazy how the Lakers won it in 6 games. Joel Embiid was such a beast for Philadelphia but they still weren’t able to pull it off.

After an hour, I left the waiting room and sat in the front row near the stage where the raffle will be drawn. Slowly, people started coming and the seats started to fill up.

It was time.

The host came out of the curtains and picked one raffle ticket in the spinning jar.

“The 5th prize which is a 1942 Zero Japanese fighter plane, goes to Erika Sanchez!”

“The 4th prize, which is an authentic piece of the Shroud of Turin, goes to Francois LeBourgeoisie!” I can’t believe the host mispronounces his name.

“The 3rd prize, which is the original copy of the Indian epic, the Ramayana, goes to Juan Tiu-Tres.”

“The 2nd prize, which is a legitimate metal shard from the 1947 Roswell UFO Crash goes to Zack Dimagiba.

“And finally, the event you’ve all been waiting for, the 1st prize which is a 700-year-old Venetian Diamond Wine Bottle goes to…Calvin Tolentino!”

“What?!” I shouted as I jumped off my seat.

Someone then suddenly patted my back. It was Calvin.

“It’s okay Kyle, you’ll get your chance.” Calvin said.

I was about to punch him in the face but I suddenly remembered that I never really intended to win the 1st prize, so before Calvin went to the stage to claim his prize, I told him: “Hey Calvin!”

“Yes Kyle?” He said with an intimidating smile to his face.

I moved closer to him, stared him in the eye, and softly said: “You may have won the bottle, but you haven’t won the WARR.”

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My first original long joke called "Luck"

When I was young, I was always lucky. When I was five, my mom asked me to give 6 numbers for the lottery. “8, 13, 27, 29, 30, 31” I said. Without any hesitation, my mom punched those numbers on the lottery ticket and hoped for the best. Later that night, my whole family was watching the lottery on the television.

“The winning numbers are 8!” The announcer said.

“Five more numbers and I’m a millionaire!” my mom said with a big smile on her face.

“13!” The announcer continued. My dad, who believed throughout his whole life that the lottery is rigged by politicians, suddenly looked towards the television. It was as if he knew that we were going to win.

“27!” We already have half of the winning numbers. My family wasn’t really that rich, so winning the lottery would be a big help.

“29!” Is it really going to happen? Are we really going to win ₱80,000,000?”

“30!” One more number! The least amount we could get now is ₱50,000. Getting 5 out of the 6 winning numbers is already a big achievement in itself. Even if we don’t win, getting 5 winning numbers was already a testament on how lucky I was.

It was as if God heard me and answered with a big “Okay”.

“32!” Silence filled the room. My dad slowly looked away from the television and started reading his book once again. The smile in my mom’s face quickly disappeared as she stood up and went to sleep. Meanwhile, I was still very proud of my achievement. 5 out of 6 was unbelievably good. The next day, I bragged to my classmates that I had an 83.33333% guess rate. Most of my classmates were like “Whoa, that’s amazing” but one classmate of mine asked “Then what happened to the other 16.66666%?”

That guy’s name was Calvin. Up until high school, he was considered as the “Shotgun King”. He would just shotgun any major test but still end up with a 100% grade. He was one of the few people in the world that were luckier than me. At age 11, he already won the 6/55 Grand Lotto four times, and he wasn’t only lucky with the lottery, he was lucky with everything. Five months ago, he won a 2017 Audi A3 Sedan. Three months ago, he won a Mercedes-Benz AMG 43, and about a week ago, he won a Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor. He won all these via raffle. There were a lot of doubts about his wins since not even the Philippine Air Force has an F-22.

I haven’t been participating in any more raffles since my mom said that I should focus on my studies. While walking to class, I saw this flyer that said about a raffle with the 1st prize of a Samsung Refrigerator. It was the perfect time to test out my luck skills, besides, my family would extremely benefit from a new refrigerator. While I was putting my raffle entries inside the drop box, someone patted my shoulder.

“Hey Kyle!” the guy said. It was Calvin.

“Hey Calvin, what’s up?” I said.

“You’re entering the raffle too?” He asked.

“Yeah man, it’s been a long time since I won something.” I answered.

“Well good luck.” He said. “I’m joining the raffle too, so the chances of you winning are slim.”

After two days, it was already raffle day. I was positive that I would win, so I sat in front, near where the results were going to be announced.

One by one, the results were slowly announced, starting from the 5th prize.

“The 5th prize goes to Earl Cayanan!”

“The 4th prize goes to Mary Ann Severino!”

“The 3rd prize goes to John Paul Melecio!”

“The 2nd prize goes to Harold Eugenio!”

Finally, it was the time for the 1st prize. In the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw Calvin talking to some security guards. I smell something fishy going on.

“And for the 1st prize, congratulations to Calvin Tolentino!”

Calvin quickly ran up the stage. I didn’t believe the results so I ran up to Calvin, but on the way, two security guards stopped me. I didn’t give up. I shouted: “I’m the real winner, not you! The whole raffle was rigged!” One security guard then grabbed his gun and smacked its base to my head. I passed out.

I then woke up in a hospital room with an old lady whom I’ve never met before, sitting beside me.

“So, do you want to beat Calvin?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked in return.

“I can make you win the next major raffle.”

“How?” I quickly asked as I was interested.

“Well, the next raffle has a bottle made out of diamonds as its first prize. If sold, it could be as expensive as ₱850,000,000.”

“Okay so how do I win it?”

“Hold your horses, young boy, that’s not the real first prize. You shouldn’t win the bottle, but instead, go to the host right after the program has ended. He will give you the keys to the ‘Win All Raffles Robot’ or WARR for short.”

“The what?”

“Okay, this might sound crazy but there is a robot that can make you win all raffle you enter. It’s called the ‘Win All Raffles Robot’.”

“So how does it work?” I asked out of curiosity.

“No one knows, it was sent by God during the 1300’s. What I do now is that whoever has the WARR would never lose a raffle. Your friend Calvin was just really lucky, but with the WARR, you’d be more than lucky.”

“But how would I be sure that the host would give it to me?”

“Well, he is my son.”

“How is he your son?”

“I gave birth to him.”

Since this conversation seemed like it wouldn’t lead to anything useful anymore, I packed my things and left the hospital. Moments later, I saw a flyer that caught my eye.

“Win a 700-year-old Venetian Diamond Wine Bottle worth ₱850,000,000. All you have to do is enter the raffle to have a chance.”

Maybe this was the raffle the old lady was talking about. I quickly went to the raffle booth and entered.

“The raffle draw will be in an hour, sir.” The clerk said. “You can meanwhile sit in our Waiting Area.”

Inside the Waiting Area were chairs, tables, and a television showing a replay of the 2021 NBA Finals. It’s crazy how the Lakers won it in 6 games. Joel Embiid was such a beast for Philadelphia but they still weren’t able to pull it off.

After an hour, I left the waiting room and sat in the front row near the stage where the raffle will be drawn. Slowly, people started coming and the seats started to fill up.

It was time.

The host came out of the curtains and picked one raffle ticket in the spinning jar.

“The 5th prize which is a 1942 Zero Japanese fighter plane, goes to Erika Sanchez!”

“The 4th prize, which is an authentic piece of the Shroud of Turin, goes to Francois LeBourgeoisie!” I can’t believe the host mispronounces his name.

“The 3rd prize, which is the original copy of the Indian epic, the Ramayana, goes to Juan Tiu-Tres.”

“The 2nd prize, which is a legitimate metal shard from the 1947 Roswell UFO Crash goes to Zack Dimagiba.

“And finally, the event you’ve all been waiting for, the 1st prize which is a 700-year-old Venetian Diamond Wine Bottle goes to…Calvin Tolentino!”

“What?!” I shouted as I jumped off my seat.

Someone then suddenly patted my back. It was Calvin.

“It’s okay Kyle, you’ll get your chance.” Calvin said.

I was about to punch him in the face but I suddenly remembered that I never really intended to win the 1st prize, so before Calvin went to the stage to claim his prize, I told him: “Hey Calvin!”

“Yes Kyle?” He said with an intimidating smile to his face.

I moved closer to him, stared him in the eye, and softly said: “You may have won the bottle, but you haven’t won the WARR.”

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