#i got weird stairs but YOLO

[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse Part 6

The hideout was in a panic, they had no idea where Error had gone. They had scoured every inch of the mansion, discovering new places along the way. Though Nightmare was going into the dungeon, he had forbidden anyone from going inside, and since he had the only key and was the only one allowed through the anti-teleporting magic. Nightmare teleported in and took a deep breath before going inside. 

The dungeon was quiet, cold and dark. It took Nightmare a while for his eye to adjust to the dark, but even then, he couldn’t see very well. Water dripped from exposed pipes, hitting Nightmare on the head over and over and over, the rhythmic pattern growing louder and louder as the water dripped and dropped. His pace grew quicker and quicker as he pounded through the musty dungeon. 

It was moments like these Nightmare remembered why he hated the dungeon. The long hallways, shotty lighting, and filthy cells. He had once tried to clean them, but when he scraped a weird brown spot off the floor, the putrid smell drove him away and kept him out for years. Including this time, this was his fourth time in the dungeon. And since Error was missing, he knew he had to persevere through the disgusting dungeon. 

His thoughts began to wander to his third time in the dungeon. It was after he had found Error in that Snowdin’s forest, it was like having a large energetic puppy crossed with a toddler. Though the most concerning part was how quiet he was, like a ninja. 

One day, after Killer had tried to teach him how to talk, getting only a few babbles in response, Error had vanished without a trace. The mansion was in complete and total anarchy, and Nightmare decided, just because the door was unlocked, to check the dungeon. 

Nightmare took a few steps and heard rounds of babble and banging sounds. He was right. Nightmare ran to the end of the dungeon, a place he had never been before, and what he saw was one of the first times his parental instincts kicked into high gear. Error was sitting barely an inch from the wall, criss cross applesauce and had a rusty knife in his hand, the blade against this palm. Many bloody and dust covered weapons resting on the wall behind him. 

Nightmare screamed and grabbed the weapon, pulling Error away from the wall. He held him close, breathing heavily as they sat there for a few minutes, Error confused and fussing while Nightmare’s adrenaline died down. 

“Are you ok?” Nightmare asked, inspecting Error for any injuries. Luckily there were none, but he was still worried. 

“Nnnnnn...” Error said as he pulled away, trying to grab the knife from Nightmare’s hand. 

“No no Error.” Nightmare said as he put the knife in a tentacle and then implanted the knife in the wall. He grabbed Error’s hand and began to take him back upstairs. 

The fussing and fit throwing was insane, Nightmare would later see he had actually gotten bruises from Error’s fit. The two got up the stairs and the rest of the gang calmed down when they saw Error. When their little one, Error’s nickname, was far away from the door, Nightmare blocked it and locked the door, only having one key, and put it around his neck.  

After that day, Nightmare began to wonder who this castle belonged to, and why they had a dungeon with torture equipment, littered with blood and dust. It made him feel uneasy, knowing that someone or someones were tortured to their deaths in this place. And the thought that the person who used to own this place may still be out there, was often a nightmare of his when he was alone. 

Nightmare’s heart sank as he reached the weapons wall, the knife still embedded deep within it. He began to hurt as he stared closely at the weapons, he flinched as he saw the dust had the smallest golden tint, and other weapons had dust with a purple tint. Nightmare ran out of the dungeon as fast as he could, a nagging pain drawing tears from his eyes. 

Killer was looking around the large valleys of purple and blue flowers, stopping to admire the occasional white or black lily. Horror and Dust were also in awe at the dark sky and pretty little diamonds that twinkled as the orange sun rose and painted the dark sky with colors. Cross and Fresh joined them, but with no sign of their little one, an outdated nickname used every now and then, they all decided to go back and see if Nightmare had any luck. 

“Any luck?” Killer asked, and Cross shook his head. “No, we couldn’t find him.” Fresh nodded and sighed, “What ‘bout you broskis? Ya found ‘im?” Fresh’s glasses that read YOLO changed to PLS, and when he receives a negative answer, they changed to AWMAN. Dust was the first to speak up, “Nightmare’ll find ‘im. He always does.” And they all nodded in agreement. “Maybe we can make a cake, or maybe some ice cream, or how about-” But he was slapped on the back by Killer. “Calm down food boy, we’ll talk about dessert once we’ve had lunch.” Horror grumbled and the rest of the walk home was just jabs at Horror’s infinite stomach. 

When the boys got into the castle, they saw Nightmare on the couch, shaking and hyperventilating. They ran up to him and tried to ask him what was wrong, but Nightmare was silent, rubbing his head and groaning in pain. Cross and Fresh went to comfort him and asked the remaining three boys to get some ice packs and pain medicine. Fresh told them to get a specific brand that they had, as he found it worked the best for dizzy spells, Cross agreed, who also suffered from dizzy spells. 

Killer, Dust and Horror nodded and each went off in a different direction, leaving Nightmare, Cross, and Fresh all alone together. 

“You ok...” Cross asked, slurring his words as he began to sway back and forth, he placed his hand on the arm of the couch as he got dizzier and dizzier, the world getting fuzzy. Fresh ended up passing out, followed by Nightmare placing a hand on his shoulder, seemingly unaware of what was going on around him. Cross saw a blur of color, a rainbow speed past him. His eyes widened before he felt a finger on his mouth. 

“Shhhhhhh...” A demonic smile spread across his face as Ink saw the lights blink out from Cross’s eyes. Ink snapped his fingers and Nightmare got up, picked up Fresh, and walked into a portal, followed by Cross. The portal closed with a blimp, Ink giggles as he looked around the castle. He took a deep breath, and walked to the large iron door guarding the dungeon. 

He teleported into the dungeon, he thought it was cute Nightmare out an anti-teleporter as if it would keep him out, a wave of nostalgia filling him up with a form of joy he rarely felt. The putrid smell still lingered, he would need to get someone to clean it up. Though Ink took a quick sip from his happy paint vial and looked at the array of weapons, covered in dust and blood. 

Originally horrified at his trusty bone-carving knife stuck in the wall, he was glad that he had found it. All it took was a simple tug and the knife slid right out. He balanced it in his hand, and it was still as perfect as usual, though a bit rusty. Ink was snapped out of his nostalgic fantasy when he heard a loud thud and a very big swear. 

Though is scarf got caught on a rouge nail, he jerked it off, causing a small piece to come off, thinking nothing of it, Ink jumped through the portal. Ink sighed and jumped through the portal. It lead to the AU where he has his little toys. He looked at Nightmare, stroked his face, and pulled out his arm. Nightmare’s arm stayed parallel to the floor, and Ink pressed his knife into Nightmare’s radial bone. Nightmare flinched, and Ink glared at him. Ink pressed further into the bone, mimicking the tattoos that Ink has on his bones. 

Purple tinted dust fell to the floor as Ink continued to carve on Nightmare’s arm. Giggling all the way. Though Ink stopped when he realized he had carved about half an inch into the bone. He waved a hand over his masterpiece and the wounds vanished, as if they were never there.

“Dream! Get down here!” Ink called, tapping his foot impatiently. Dream came down, his arms having jagged and crooked scars on them. 

“What do you want?” Dream asked, looking Ink in the eyes. Ink was making sure he wouldn’t see Nightmare, by blocking his line of view. 

“I want you to follow me. I have something to show you.” Ink said, his voice calm and grave. But on the inside Ink was giddy and excited for what he was about to do, it was something amazing, something permanent. 

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[ravens-rambling]

Hello, could I ask if you could make a prompt thingy with the word alone with Prinxiety? Or if you already made one could you link it? Thank you

Whoop some more Prinxiety!! And hey have some confessing Prinxiety cause…idk this just formed to that XD hope you like it anon!! 

WC: 3,444 (HOW DID THIS BECOME THIS LONG????) 

ships: Romantic Prinxiety 

warnings: Mentions of Deceit, Anxiety attack, Crying, Blood, Punches, Cursing, Yelling, Panic Attacks

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover @mutechild  @stormcrawler75 @mycatshuman @panicattheeverywhere15 @analogical-mess @thewinterbookqueen  

Virgil had been alone for years. Years he’s spent held up in his room trying not to hurt anybody. Years he spent hiding his pain behind a facade, a mask, of a bad guy that he didn’t want to be. For years he was alone, alone to deal with the negativity and anxiety that came along with Thomas’ life alone.

For years he had to deal with the panic attacks and anxiety attacks alone. For years he had to cry himself to sleep because he was so frustrated at himself and the loud world around him. Frustrated that he had to play the bad guy. But he didn’t blame the others. No.

He blamed himself. He’s anxiety after all. Not like anyone wants anxiety right? All he can ever be, all he is, is anxiety, aka the bad guy. Cause that’s what anxiety is right? Something that’s bad. Something that nobody wants. Something that people try to get rid of or in his case ignore.

So when he ducked out it was a shock to him, well more like a slap to the face, when the others came for him before he disappeared for good. It shocked him that they actually wanted him. And not just because it was affecting Thomas. Because they wanted to include him in their family. They wanted anxiety.

He remembers that night when he cried himself to sleep, but not out of pain or frustration this time, no it was out of joy. Now he didn’t have to hide his true self from them. Now he didn’t have to hide himself behind a mask.

Now he was loved for the first time in his life.

Sure, the love was intense at first having never experienced it before then thrown into this family all of a sudden. Between Patton’s never-ending hugs and cuddles to Roman’s ever need to make up for what he’s done by comforting him and supporting him when he needed it, which was really weird and awkward at first by the way. To even Logan’s weird but comforting and kind way of showing his own love. It was….nice. Really nice.

So nice in fact that he couldn’t help but think this all was a dream. A dream that was a paradise that his mind conjured up for him. Maybe he really did disappear and this was all just some pleasant escape from the harsh reality? Or maybe that snake is doing all of this?

When his mind went this path he knew to go to the others before it festers. The first time it happened he let it grow and grow until he suddenly burst into tears in the kitchen. For him, it was quite an embarrassment seeing them all rush over to him and make sure he was okay.

It took a while but he managed to utter out what was wrong. And for them to realize what they needed to do.

They told him that every time it happened to come to one of them and they will reassure him. They will always be there to tell him that they are real. That none of this is a dream.

But right now, in the middle of the night, he couldn’t just go to one of them, could he? The others are sleeping he can’t just wake them up cause of his dumb pestering thoughts. He’s just being stupid now.

But those same thoughts kept whispering to him.

They don’t really love you.

You’ll always be alone.

You’re anxiety, why would somebody ever love you.

Those thoughts continued and continued and with every word they grew louder and louder. Until not even blaring his music can solve the problem. Okay, maybe he really needs one of them now.

Silently he grabbed his purple plaid weighted blanket and wrapped it around him. His normal hoodie was still on and under that his sweater that Patton and Roman got for him that year. And of course, he was wearing baggy purple sweatpants, different than the tight pants he normally wears during the day. His socks scatted along the carpet really well as he opened his door and peeked in the dark hallway.

Slowly he dragged himself close to the others doors taking note how nobody’s lights were on, only their fairy lights glowed faintly under their doors.

Nope, he can’t do this. He can’t bug them cause of his stupid thoughts. They all need their rest. He’ll be fine…properly.

So with those thoughts, he turned right back but instead of going back in his room he went downstairs. Maybe some TV can make him fall asleep. Or hey maybe he can ditch that all together and make some coffee. Yeah… That sounds good.

It didn’t take long before he mindlessly cradled a mug of steaming hot coffee in his hands, his tired eyes blinking at some show that he didn’t even care enough to focus on what he put on.

Honestly, he thinks it’s Ghost Adventures. Why he was watching that in a pitch dark room by himself hell if he knows but hey here he is might as well go full blast right? YOLO and all of that.

He didn’t know what happened but one moment he was blinking at the screen and yawning the next moment somebody was touching his shoulder. The visions of the show played in his mind and screwed his thoughts up even more. His eyes shot wide open, when did he close them? And he practically jumped in the air.

His mind instantly went to ‘there’s a ghost in the mindscape’. A ghost that’s going to kill me. Or one of the others. His fight or flight instincts kicked in and he instantly punched the blurry figure in front of him.

But he paused when a loud exclaim of pain shot through his ears. Wait…. Ghost can’t feel pain right?

He blinked open his eyes and spotted the white and red of the sweater first. Then he slowly raised his head…. To see Roman clinching his nose with both of his hands even some droplets of blood came through and dripped onto the carpet on his feet.

“O-Oh…”

“Oh?? That’s all you got to say Emo? How dare you punch my beautiful nose!! You better hope you didn’t break it I swear you little-”

“Well, I didn’t mean to!” He waved his hands up in the air as he stood up and went to the kitchen immediately awake now.

“Yeah sure, you didn’t!!! What are you doing now going to hit me with something hard now-”

“Would you shut the hell up I’m getting you some iced peas. Right? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to use for bruises?”

Roman was silent for a moment and Virgil looked over to see him opened and closing his mouth still holding his nose. He looked flustered as if he actually didn’t think Virgil was going to do that. Yeah… The bad guy right?

Virgil flinched at that. Those thoughts were still there??

Once he grabbed the bag of peas from the freezer he threw it to Roman who caught it effortlessly. Virgil wasn’t the only one with good reflex having fought all the monsters and shit in his imagination he guessed would do that to a person.

As he was walking back after Roman mumbled something to him he noticed it was still dark out. It must be 2 by the looks of it. He must have passed out.

Roman mumbled something else but it was heavily muffled by the bag on his face. Virgil ignored him having grown frustrated at himself for sleeping down here. Why did he let himself fall asleep? He was disappointed in himself for letting his thoughts run off like that again to the point he had to come down here and-

“Virgil!!”

“What, Princey?” He shot back his frustration and irritation at himself leaking through to his voice and must have been his eyes too. For Roman huffed and turned away.

“Well, I’m sorry for caring. Go ahead and mope around here for all I care. I’m going back to bed, Anxiety.”

His old name. His old purpose… Okay, that stung.

Roman was already on the first stair before he could even comprehend what was going on. And already up the stairs before he could even say a single thing.

His eyes filled with tears before he could stop them. His heart hammered in his chest. Blood rushed to his ears as his thoughts intensified.

You hurt Roman.

No wonder why he doesn’t like you.

No wonder why none of them likes you.

Once Roman tells the others what happened in the morning they will be so disappointed in you.

Maybe even fearful of you once they see how badly you hurt him.

“Ro… I-I… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry….”

Now his tears were streaming down his face. Now he couldn’t breathe. Every breath he drew in went right out of his grasps just like that. His lungs stung with the effort of attempting to draw in air. He was gasping for air he knew that he was trying to suck in air the best he could. But still, nothing was there. Nothing was coming in his body.

He couldn’t breathe.

With a very shaky hand, he lifted it. His mind was drawn towards Patton. He would forgive him, right? He would still love him?

But what side was summoned wasn’t Patton. He saw the burst of white and red before he fell to the ground having been pulled by his shirt with a loud thud.

Virgil gasped for air as he drew himself back into the couch. Great now he’s going to fuck up more. He’s going to mess this up more. He’s going to hurt Roman more. Will he come at him with his sword like he used to do? Will he-

“Virgil? Virgil! Hey hey, it’s okay. Its okay I promise you. Can you look at me?”

He shook his head, no he shouldn’t. He might see anger back in those eyes. He might see-

“No no don’t do that.” He felt gentle strong hands grip his own where they landed on his hair. When did his hands land there? Slowly but gently he felt them being pulled back from his hair to his lap.

“I’m sorry Virgil. I properly caused this… I don’t hate you, love. It’s okay. Can you breathe for me? Remember your breathing exercises? 4-7-8 you remember?”

He nodded. Yeah, he remembers…

With very blurry and shaky vision he finally glanced up to Roman. Though he could barely see he could tell Roman had a faint smile on his face. He didn’t look upset. He didn’t look disappointed. He looked…comforting…

He practically dove in the others arms as he cried more. He wasn’t going to be alone again. Nobody hated him again. They still love him.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Just keep breathing love. That’s it there you go. I’m so proud of you my Stormcloud.”

It might have taken minutes or hours before Virgil finally stopped crying. Roman being there and rocking them side to side as he did. The feeling of his comforting strong arms grounded him, made him realize this wasn’t some dream. And Roman’s strong chest and scent made him tired and made him realize just how tired he really was.

Slowly his tired eyes blinked open and looked up to Roman, who was smiling down at him… And having something wrapped around his nose. Oh yeah… He hurt him….

“You tired Stormcloud?”

He nodded. He wasn’t able to talk right now he knew it.

“That’s fine love. Want me to leave you here?”

He shook his head and whined softly.

“No? Okay. Do you want me to bring you to bed with me?”

That he nodded on, despite his cheeks flustering at the thought he would love that. He would love to be supported by Roman’s scent everywhere around him. That sounds…nice.

“Gotcha love.” He felt a kiss on his cheek. Then something wrapped around him. Something slightly heavy. Oh… His weighed blanket…

And with a gasp of air, he felt himself being lifted into the air his hands gripping tightly for a moment.

“Whoops sorry. My bad should have warned you. We’re going up the stairs now okay?”

He lazily nodded his hands losing their grip… And before they were able to fully make it up the stairs his eyes slowly closed. And he let darkness consume him as he fell asleep warmed by Roman’s warmth and scent.

When he opened his eyes he instantly noticed that he wasn’t in his room was number one. Second, was that he heard somebody snoring loudly next to him. His body tensed up as he slowly looked around, once he realized where he was… And even more so when he realized who was laying next to him.

Roman was passed out his limbs every which way. His hair was all over the place, in his face sticking up in places that he has never seen before. He could see a faint bit of drool coming down his gaping lips as he snored loudly away. What looked like a white tape was placed over his nose, which honestly just made him cuter.

Virgil all but almost fainted right then and there from the sight.

If normal Roman was cute asleep Roman was a dream.

His heart clenched tightly as he sucked in a breath. He could feel his cheeks going red and swallowed. Fuck he’s adorable as shit, was all his mind could say and think of repeatedly.

As he was having his gay moment his moving must have woken him up, or he could have just wakened up by himself, for a few moments later his wide eyes looked upon Roman’s tired red ones.

Virgil’s body tensed up even more as his cheeks grew brighter. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“I-Ill… I… Um….”

Fuck he couldn’t even talk. He really was a fuck up wasn’t he? But he couldn’t move despite his brain now screaming for it. He was frozen as he stared at the bed-headed sleepy Roman.

Slowly Roman blinked then lifted his head yawning loudly then smacking his lips a few times. Finally, he glanced over to Virgil and smiled, “Had a pleasant night, honey?”

Virgil couldn’t do this. Between Romans very cute very sleepy voice and his teasing tone. Nope. Nope, he couldn’t. This is just one of the tricks that he loves to play on him. That’s all this is, some type of sick joke.

Finally, his body seemed to want to move as he felt his legs move off the bed. Though Roman frowned at the movement.

He felt a hand on his arm and whipped around to see a frown and pleading eyes staring back at him. Fuck. Fuck. He can’t do this he just can’t.

“Virge… Wait you don’t have to go yet…”

“…. Uh… I…”

Roman smiled as he rubbed his arm up and down quickly through he retracted his arm causing Roman to pout.

“….no…. I.. Nope….”

Roman tilted his head almost like a dog and looked at him curiously. All his ruffled up tangled hair moving along with his head.

“Nope, what? Was it something I did? Are you okay? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you too badly last night. I… I didn’t mean to I swear, Virge.”

Oh, he’s playing that card now. Virgil shook his head all but trying to hurry to get out. But he found his other leg practically trapped in all the blankets. Why did Roman have to have so many blankets???

“… I… No… It… It wasn’t… That… I…” He swallowed thickly then sighed loudly his shoulders slumping. Well, he might as well face the fire right? He drew his arms around him in a form of a hug and glanced away.

“No… No, it wasn’t… I just… Those thoughts returned and… You yelling at me and me hurting you just sorta….” He flicked his wrist a bit then shrugged, “And this is just…. I don’t know… I’m sorry.”

“Hey hey no there’s nothing to be sorry about love.“

Virgil flinched at that nickname, it occurred to him that he kept calling him that last night, so he’s still playing that joke huh?

"I’m sorry for spooking you last night. You are anxiety after all fight or flight is what you do. And you chose fight when I startled you. I’m sorry for yelling at you… Honestly, I wasn’t having a good night either and I went down to get something to drink but… When I saw you there asleep curled into yourself you looked…hurt. I wanted to wake you up to see what’s wrong but Virge?”

He felt a hand on his shoulder and gulped his eyes glancing over.

“You can come to me whenever those thoughts come up you know that right?” Virgil nodded. “Then why….?”

He sighed, “Because… You were asleep… I know you need your rest… So does everyone else and I… Felt bad for waking you up and I thought I didn’t need you guys this time and…yeah, it became too much and then you yelled at me and… Yeah….”

“Love… Love even when I’m asleep you can wake me up if something happens. I promise you I won’t mind it, okay?”

“Yeah, I know… It’s just….” He waved his hands again then sighed in defeat.

Roman seemed to get it though as he smiled, “I get it, love. I get it. Come here I won’t ever be angry at you. You just surprised me last night is all.”

Slowly Virgil lowered himself down into Roman’s chest breathing in his scent as his arms wrapped around his thin frame. His cheeks were beyond flustered now he was sure that his face must be bright red by now. He sighed contently, though, knowing that he was really here. He wasn’t angry at him again. He didn’t hate him again. He felt Roman’s hands rubbing his back soothingly.

Maybe he can enjoy this joke though.

Slowly Virgil found himself making some noise and a moment later he realized he was purring. Curse him, he blushed even more.

Roman chuckled loudly, “Aw. You sound so cute like that. My little Stormcloud cat! Now I can make cat references!”

Virgil blushed even more now hiding his face and mumbled something into Roman’s chest.

“What was that dearest I didn’t hear you?”

“I said shut up!”

He heard and felt Roman laugh, “Yeah yeah. Love you too, Virge.”

Wait…What did he just said???

He felt a kiss on his hair then he went back to his soothing motions.

Virgil was afraid to move now or to even make a noise. Did…Did he just say what he thought he said?

After a bit though he peered up at Roman who had his face in his hair and gulped. Did he actually meant it or was this still part of his joke? Should he even mention it? Why is he calling him so many nicknames all of a sudden?

"Ro?”

He felt Roman’s breath against his hair and scalp as he hummed lightly.

“Did…Did you actually mean that?”

“Mean what? That I love you? Of course, I meant that. I do love you, Virgil…For quite some time actually. I didn’t know how to say it without spooking you but well last night kinda forced me to say it. I’m not sure if you have the same feelings or not but-”

“Roman?”

“….Yeah?”

“Love you too.”

Happy silence engulfs both of them as they laid there content in being in each other’s arms. They both had bright smiles on their faces and very flustered red faces but neither of them minded it.

There they laid for a few hours, both of them not wanting to move out of their embrace. But the smell of pancakes made them start moving their bodies their stomachs growling. And maybe they didn’t stop holding hands the entire time they went downstairs and ate. And maybe Logan and Patton had knowing smiles on their faces despite how much they tried to protest that no they didn’t do what they think they did.

Sure that wasn’t exactly how Virgil had planned his night it was where he wanted to end up, in Romans arms. But as he chuckled to Roman’s and Logan’s normal bickering as they ate that yeah…maybe he wasn’t alone anymore. Maybe he wasn’t in some dream. Maybe they did love him.

Maybe he wasn’t alone again like his thoughts try to convince him of.

[reasonnumberthree]

Date | Alex Standall

Title: Date

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Word Count: 684 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Could you do an Alex imagine with a straight A good girl reader and how he tries to get her to live a little and end up falling for each other?

Author’s Note: I love this.

Could you do an Alex imagine with a straight A good girl reader and how he tries to get her to live a little and end up falling for each other? 

“Don’t you think you need to rest?” Alex commented once he saw Y/n studying in the library.

“Hi, Alex. Nice to see you too.” She smiled at him. He sat next to her and took a notebook from his backpack.

“I have an exam tomorrow, but as far as I know, your exams start next week.”

“I like to get my study routine done in time.” 

“And let me guess, you already passed your class notes clean, right?”

“Don’t bother me, Standall.” She laughed.

“I think you should study less, live more. Like the YOLO trend but this time you have to include it in your schedule.”

“I can’t believe you’re telling me to live more. I live as much as I can, and also, Stanford won’t admit Yolo in the schedule.”

“Just relax a little, okay? Let’s do something this afternoon. Let’s go to the cinema.” He proposed, while finally opening his notebook.

“Don’t you have an exam tomorrow?”

“I can study later, or maybe tomorrow morning, but I seriously think you need to go out and have some fun.”

“What time?”

“After we get out of class, we’ll leave. I’ll plan something, don’t worry. And also, I’ll leave you home before 8, okay?”

“Fine.”

The first stop was Rosie’s Diner. They entered and they sat in one corner near the stairs. They sat one in front of the other. He touched her hands to see closer a ring she had on but noticed how warm she actually felt. He caressed her hands slowly. She didn’t understand what he was doing, but she thought it was nice.

“Here we have two hamburgers and two milkshakes.” The waitress arrived and he left her hands and she left them under the table while the waitress spoke.

They started eating. She didn’t like eating in front of others, but she found some comfortable feeling in him. 

“I have news for you. My tomorrow’s exam got canceled in my last class.”

“Are you serious? Alex, that’s great. I mean, it would’ve been a release for me.”

“But we’ll have it next week, so I’ll be with you studying in the library too.” He promised. “We should do this more often. Just you and me.”

“Yeah, I like to be with you.”

“I like you too.”

They finished eating. He paid even when she asked him not to and she discussed she could pay for her part. He denied it, and he paid. She grabbed him by the arm when they were going out.

The second stop was Crestmont. He paid too, and this time he held her hand in the entrance. He felt lucky. It might’ve been too much time since he went on a date with anyone.

“I asked Zach about this movie and he said he liked it,” Alex announced and she smiled.

“It’s weird because today Zach came to me and he recommended me this movie.”

“Coincidence. I guess.”

He smiled at her. Oh god, that smile. He raised his eyebrows, turning his head to look at the floor as if he was ashamed. She blushed a little, Alex ended up with a smirk and then he intertwined his fingers with hers. He had sweaty hands, but she held him tighter. The rest of the movie was all fun. They shared popcorn, candies and once in a while, he grabbed her hand.

He took her home. She was still in the car with him. They were serious but they looked at each other and smiled.

“I had a lot of fun.” She said and held his hand.

“I had a lot of fun too.”

“Well, I should leave now...” He got closer to her and gave her a quick kiss.

Something fast, but cute. He bumped with her nose and she laughed. He sat again normal, and this time she moved closer to him this time. Slower and a lot sweeter.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Right?” He smiled.

“Have sweet dreams, okay?”

They gave each other the last kiss and she entered her house, leaning back in the door. Was it real?

[candescentcalum]

if you could write literally anything about calum as a firefighter i would die omg

You weren’t sure how it happened or who started it, but your building was on fire. 

You were spending a quiet Friday night in your dorm room with your roommate when you heard the fire alarm suddenly blare. 

“What the fuck?” your roommate asked loudly as she covered her ears.You quickly leaped up from your bed and looked out your door into the hallway to see the other students on your floor doing the same thing. Once you saw a few other students start to evacuate, you waved your roommate out into the hallway   to do the same. 

“Was there a fire drill scheduled for today?” your roommate asked, her hands still tightly clasped over her ears. The alarm was starting to annoy you as well. 

“I don’t think so.” you shouted back over the buzzing of the alarm. You followed your peers down the stairs in one giant herd and entered the main entryway on the ground floor when you were stopped dead in your tracks. Standing in front of the doorway was the most beautiful fireman you’ve ever seen in your life. He was directing students out of the building and into the nearby parking lot. The other students were bumping into your shoulders trying to get passed you to get outside and were getting annoyed at your body that was currently in a stand still, but you could care less. You knew you looked like a complete idiot, you certainly felt like one, but you just couldn’t take your eves off the ruggedly handsome man standing a few feet in front of you. You were so entranced that it barely even registered in you that he was now walking right towards you. 

“Miss, are you okay?” he asked you. 

“Uhh,” was all you could muster up as a response. You were completely fine, but with the man standing this close to you and with you looking right into his beautiful brown eyes, you couldn’t really come up with anything better to say. 

“Miss?” he asked again. You smiled at him nervously and tried to say something, but before you could get it out you felt his strong arms wrap around your body and pick you up bridal style. He carried you all the way out into the parking lot and dropped you off a little bit away from the rest of the students. 

“I’ll try this again,” he said as he took off his helmet, exposing his beautiful raven colored hair and his chiseled face. 

“Are you alright? Do you need any medical attention?” he was looking straight into your eyes as he asked you these questions, making it even harder for you to answer. 

“She’s fine.” your roommate replied as she walked up and stood right next to you. “I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.” your roommate smiled at the handsome firefighter as he walked away to do his job. 

“What was that all about?” she asked you with a look of concern on her face. “I froze up.” you replied, your cheeks turning pink at the realization of how embarrassing your actions really were. 

“He was so hot that I froze up.” your roommate laughed at you as you told her this. 

“C’mon, lets get back over by everyone else and wait for the all clear.” your roommate  said, still smiling and shaking her head at your actions. 

~~~~~~~~

It had been two weeks since the fire in your dorm building. You were shopping at the grocery store and were about to walk down the cereal aisle when you noticed a familiar face enter the aisle from the opposite direction. 

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath quietly. It was the cute firefighter from the night of the fire. He was busy scanning the shelves looking for his cereal of choice so he didn’t notice that you were staring, but boy were you staring. He looked even more spectacular in his casual clothing than he did in his firefighting attire. He was wearing a pair of washed out black skinny jeans and a navy blue short sleeve shirt that read Maine across the chest that hugged every inch of his muscular upper half just perfectly. You knew you had to say something. You would regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t, but you were also terrified that you would clam up again and make a fool of yourself. 

“Yolo.” you said sarcastically to yourself as you wandered farther down the aisle to stand right next to him.

“Cocoa pebbles, thats a good choice.” you said to him as he was setting them in his basket. 

“They’re my favorite kind.” he smiled.

“Have we met before? You look very familiar.” he said, a vague look of recognition spreading across his face. 

“Yeah, you carried me out of a burning building a couple weeks ago.” you said as a blush creeped across your cheeks. 

“I knew I knew you from somewhere.” 

“Were you alright after that? You seemed a little frazzled.” he asked, traces of concern evident in his voice. 

“I was perfectly fine, I was just a little thrown off.” you admitted as you looked up into his warm and comforting eyes. 

“Thanks for carrying me out by the way. I never got the chance to thank you for that.”

“Its really no problem, thats my job after all.” He chuckled. “And its totally normal to have been thrown off by that, I mean fires can be really scary and-” 

Honestly I was more thrown off by the cute firefighter than I was by the actual fire.” you interrupted, your eyes widening in horror at what you just said. You were never one to be so bold and confident. You had no idea where that comment even came from. 

“Im sorry, that was weird. I-” 

“You know, I was pretty distracted by the cute girl I carried out of a building too.” this time it was his turn to interrupt you, a deep pink blush spreading across your cheeks. You nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he rocked back and forth on his heels. 

“I’m Calum by the way.” he said as he held out his hand. “Y/N.” you replied as you took his hand in your own and shook it. His hand was much larger than yours and touching him sent an electric spark tingling all the way up your spine. The moment was interrupted by Calum’s phone ringtone going off. “Hello?” he answered quickly as he pulled away from you. 

“Ill be right there.” he said not long after.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to get back to the fire station, theres another fire.” he started to rush off but quickly turned back around and held out his phone to you. 

“I would love to take you out on a date sometime though.” he said with an apologetic smile on his face. You nodded yes and quickly typed your number into his phone, and before you knew it he was dashing off again. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Calum, and knew that your date would ignite nothing but a burning fire between the two of you. 

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first line tag meme

tagged by @alysae bc she either likes my writing (????? how????) or is calling me out... hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Rules: List the firts lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether) See if there are any patterns. Then, tagg your favourite authors. Alys why tf did u tag me I only write Aus I´m crying I don´t quilify as a fave author

Y´all ready for all the fandoms I once planned to ruin?

Home (Harrymort)

     Her hair was dark, dark charcoal and she looked so small Harry was sure she would have fit in the cupboard under the stairs.  

 She looks so small compared to the huge coffin In which lay the red eyes that used to haunt him under those stairs, too.

For Voldemort and Valour (Harrymort)

“We need to wait,” Snape had told him. “Wait until no one will notice us leaving.”

That had been days ago. Scorpius trusted Snape, of course. This might be another reality --a bizarre, terrible, scary one—but Snape was a war hero, after all. He remembered how Snape’s eyes had gone wild when Scorpius had told him about Albus’ grandmother, Lily, and had begged him to help him restore the future.

Snape had looked at him like he was hope, and had asked him to wait until he could warn the others, until he could make a plan.

And six seconds (Harrymort)

Harry’s soulmate clock peaked out from under the sleeve of his uniform when he raised his hand to rub his eyes.

It was late and he was tired, but profesor Snape had decided to ask for a full detailed inform about vampires that was due the next morning. Dumbledore had been reducing Harry’s free time more and more each month since the beginning of the year. Now his mornings where filled with classes, his afternoons with the headmaster and his pensieve, his nights with homework and his early mornings with the occasional torture vision courtesy of the Dark Lord.

Sometimes his life sounded utterly ridiculous.

In dark suspension (Harrymort)

Ginny couldn't remember the first time she told Tom about Harry Potter, but she remembered how much he used to dislike when she talked about him.

"Tell me about you Ginny, not him. I want to know more about you"

"I'm not that special, Tom. I talk about myself all the time. And I really need help with Harry... I'm sure he thinks I'm weird. I can't even talk properly when he is around!"

Ginny would not be able to point out the first thing he told Tom about Harry, but she would never forget the way the diary had suddenly become quiet for days after she told him why Harry was famous.

She would never be able to forget the sudden interest Tom took in what he used to call Harry-centered conversations.

Take it on (Harrymort) 

“AND THE BOY WHO LIVED DID IT AGAIN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!”

The thunderous voice of the commentator was what took Harry out of his concentration state. As the adrenaline started to leave his body he felt his breathing slowing down and his heart starting to beat faster and faster as he looked up, slowly, and took his helmet off. The crowd went crazy, and Harry couldn’t help but smile, bright and proud and more than a bit smug. He had just won the world motocross competition. Again.

A dead man´s tale (Harrymort) 

Harry was angry. No, more than angry. He huffed, his breath leaving his lips in a cloud of white smoke when it came in contact with the cold winter air as he entered the big old doors of Hogwarts, still a bit dizzy from the apparition. Transportation spells had never been his thing, and apparently not amount of practice would ever change that.

The harrymort fuck the timeline one I wrote after going to a Monet exposition bc I´m a museum sucker. Also lol with only he first lines this sounds so not like the fic it actually is (Harrymort) 

Of course Hermione had heard about the exposition. There was no way she would let a one-time opportunity like this pass by. Ron had assured him this would be the last time he asked Harry to go with them to an art exposition. ´Only this time, please mate. I swear I won´t bother you again for five- no six! Six weeks!´ Those had been Ron´s exact words. And Harry, loving friend he was, had let himslef be persuaded into accompaning his bets friends on their cultural date.

The Voldemort won Au I wrote after reading that Merhur Au based on The Selection even though i have never read those books myself but #YOLO (Harrymort) 

Draco was not crying. Or shaking. And he definetly was not having trouble breathing. The paper lying on the table between his father and him was harmless, and it wasn´t like he hadn´t been expecting something like this to happen.

He just had to sign. Accept. So what if his heart was seconds for brusting out of his chest or if his palms were sweating? That ment nothing.

To the Drak Lord -his godfather- surely didn´t.

The Love potion AU I started to write for @bigjellymonster that grew 8 pages long in one night (two scenes bc I can´t shut up) so I got overwhelmed and stopped (Harrymort)

“Do you want some tea?”

Harry teared his eyes away from the window when Mr Lovegood entered the room again, the tea pot already in his hands.

“I think we will just wait for Lun-”

“Oh sure! I´ve missed tea!”. Hermione send a a deadly glare at Ron but he was too focused on the boiling pot their host carried in his hands to care. He made room for the bloody lovely tea as he called it, and offerd himself to go get some cups. Mr Lovegood smiled at him but his smile, just like the rest of his actions and words since the three of them had set a foot in his house, was tense.

The strange magic AU alys and I did bc yes i wrote 4 pages of that too (Harrymort)

This is a story about two kingdoms. Side by side, but worlds apart. All along the bordermagical flowers grew: primroses bloomed between light ans shadow. They are used to make love potions...

Because, after all, everybody deserves to be loved.

Untiled Aledrian with one sided Tifón/Adrian|Andras

De todos los habitantes de Rocavarancolia a los que Tifón, ahora Señor de los Asesinos, había soñado con matar, descuartizar y dejar pudrirse al sol, el protagonista indiscutible de la mayoría de sus fantasías era sin duda Andras Sula.

As days go by (the night´s on fire) (Aledrian)

La era de los reyes arácnidos fue magnífica. También terrible, cruel y oscua, si. Pero gloriosa.

De ello podía dar fé la estatua del torreón de Margalar.

Sueños (Aledrian)

- Es una decisón probablemente permanente, ¿no?

La pregunta calló sobre los presentes como una losa de silencio. Marina notó a Héctor tensarse a su lado y le rozó la mano con las puntas de los dedos.

No te preocupes, esto ya lo he soñado.

Poesía eres tu (AKA the Bécquer is a gay ghost and falls in love with a human boy who reads his poems thing I wrote at 16. AKA how I managed to make my Catholic High School literature teacher publish and share my gay ghost historical fiction both in his personal blog and to the rest of my teachers. And asked my classmates to read. everyone read the gay.

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer sabía una cosa o dos sobre fantasmas. ¿Cómo? Preguntareís. Bueno, esa es una pegunta secilla: porque llevaba muchos, muchos años siendo uno.

The labrythin Au I tired to write to introduce myself into writing horror

Brooklyn solía decir que solo existían tres dias en todo el año: los dias fantásticos, los dias aburridos, y los dias odiosos.

Bien. Pues ese, era un dia odioso.

Pesadilla (Magnus Bane´s conception basically)

A veces la gente se pregunta se pregunta a que huele el infierno.

Muchos piensan que debe oler a quemado y azufre; esos olores que son difíciles de soportar y hacen que tu garganta se cierre y tus ojos lloren. A esos olores que se te meten por la nariz y la boca llenando cada espacio libre con su esencia. A esos olores que martillean tu cabeza hasta hacerte gritar por un poci de aire puro...

El joven matrimonio no olió nada cuando aquel demonio a pareció en su puerta.

So that´s it! I know these are not 20 but one thing you might want to know about me is that I always plot before I write. So when talking WIPs I have the plot written down and scenes but usually never the first scene. And then I have originial stuff but all that is in spanish and I think I have tortured y´all enough...

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rip

  On a Monday morning, Patrick awoke to the sound of a blaring alarm. With an exasperated sigh, he picked up his phone and chucked it out the window.

“PATRICK,” yelled his mother from downstairs. Patrick immediately awoke, fearing for his own life. He ran downstairs swiftly in his My Little Pony footie pajamas. The sound of pounding footsteps against the wood flooring echoed throughout the hallway, all the way down to the kitchen. His mother immediately face-palmed due to his attire. “I’m not even going to ask,” she stated whilst shaking her head.

“Uh-I can explain!” he shouted with the utmost sincerity.

“No-no I don’t even think I want to know,” his mother replied. Patrick stood in the kitchen attempting to avoid eye-contact with her. “Okay so this is not the reason I called you down, did you throw your Samsung I8160 Galaxy Ace II Black ffa11® out the window?”

“Yeah…” he trailed off, “But don’t worry it’s not broken I’ve done this a million times!” He replied earnestly.

“Okay, son, but just get ready you don’t wanna be late for your first day of school!”

“Yes, I do.”

He walked out of the kitchen and walked back up the stairs. Once he reached the great feat, otherwise known as the top of the stairs, he was already huffing and puffing. He mumbled quietly to himself, “#Relatable,” although he regained most of his energy and slipped on his khakis and an ‘I used to have a social life, before I took an arrow to the knee’ t-shirt over his body along with sunglasses with the words ‘YO and LO’ on each of the lenses. He soon took his Rainbowdash backpack from underneath his bed and ran back downstairs, getting his exercise for the day. He grabbed the crisp toast from the toaster and shoved it into his mouth and broke out into a Naruto sprint, getting his exercise for the week.

A group of teenagers around his age stood in huddles around the bus stop. He immediately recognized this as separate groups of cliques. A smol five-foot boy waved to get Patrick’s attention.

A cryptic, yet familiar sound filled the silence. Patrick felt a shiver run down his spine, perhaps it was just the cold Summer air? “Howdy! I'm Koy-chan,” said the small boy, before Patrick could introduce himself the boy cut in once again, “Koy, the student body president! You’re new to the school, aren't cha?” Koy cut in before he could answer, once again, “Golly, you must be so confused, someone ought to to teach you how things work around here, so I guess little ole me will have to teach you,” He replied with a twisted smile.

“Okay that’s great and everything, but do you hear that?” “Oh, that’s just my ringtone don’t worry about it, as I was saying—” The bus came to a screeching halt, to Koy’s disappointment. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME I WAS JUST ABOUT TO—” By then Patrick had already left, Flow- I mean Koy called out to Patrick… But nobody came.”

Patrick walked down the bus aisle scanning for an open seat, his eyes met with his ex-Aaron, as Aaron smiled sweetly and moved his Fluttershy bag so Patrick could sit.

“Nope,” He stated as he sat in the middle of the aisle. On the hour bus ride, the group of cliques fell into perfect harmonies of WAKE ME UP and Kumbaya. Patrick could appreciate this. Everyone exited the bus and took off his ‘YOLO’ sunglasses muttering, “Mother of God,” under his breath.The school was massive, and cliches were littered throughout the front. A blaring alarm sound and everyone began their journey to their first class. Patrick looked at his schedule. As he scanned it he noticed the word, 'Phycology' printed in a bold letter at the top. He narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Wtf is this SJW bullshit?!" He continued to walk forward accidentally bumping into a back leather blob.

    "Watch where you're going you cis scum!" He aggressively flipped his hair before Patrick could even attempt to stutter and barely apologize. Patrick continued to walk forward, being sure to avoid any more of whatever the fuck that was.

   The room read '666'. Patrick entered finding the closest seat the front like the need he is. He took out his materials and immediately crashed face first into his desk. He awoke in the middle of a lesson.

    "All of you failures just missed the perfect demonstration of REM sleep. Patrick, good job extra credit for you!"

    Patrick casually fell asleep again. Another loud bell spud for the next period. So he walked straight into the math building. Literally. He now had a bloody nose and rock-kun slapped him, thinking he was being perverted and doing something he shouldn't have. He blushed slightly as he was into kinky shit. He then walked in and sat again in the front as always. The teacher began the class starting with,

    "Okay class today we'll be learning about slope! It'll be really fun and I'm sure this weekend so many of you will be doing math for fun!"

    Patrick fell asleep again. He awoke to the sound of, "and now you all know how to use -mx+b form to calculate how downhill your lives are going." The bell sounded and now it was the most difficult class. Lunch.

    Patrick walked around, Pop-Tart in hand searching for someone to take pity on him and allow him into their clique. There was always that 2007 edgy teen that he met. Or Aaron. Edgy teen it is!

    He walked under the weeping willow finding the black void sitting underneath it, a black leather journal in hand. Patrick sat down criss-cross-applesauce.

 “fuck off m8,” exclaimed Patrick

    "Um, wait till Tumblr hears about this," He flipped his hair.

   "I'm sorry," Patrick said as the grunge idiot whipped out his phone, whilst repeatedly flipping his hair.

    "Okay, I guess I can like forgive you because I haven't been triggered so far." He flipped his hair again.

    "Wow, really?!" He replied excitedly.

     "Yeah I guess, I mean I have this poetry slam and it's like really lame but if you want to you could watch me perform. Not like I'd care if you didn't go. I'd probably just write some really good poetry about it tbh."

    After lunch, he just took off until the poetry slam took place. This was an entire week he skipped. He entered the darkened art room and immediately recognized every last one of the Grunge's paintings. They were all various shades of black and gray background with a white anarchy symbol. He walked in just in time as it was his turn. "So...um up next is... Yves!" He began muttering silent enough so only Yves could hear, "Please don't do anything to weird like the last one, we can't afford any more mics being broken."

    "Yeah I know, trust me it'll be fine." She cleared her throat before unfolding a sheet of paper with her poem on it. "I love the way the way you speak, your voice so sweet as though it were honey, if I could I would hold you until the end of time. With ropes. I love the idea of having my hands around your neck allowing complete control over your life. Oh, how I love you so. If I could I'd gag-"

    "OKAY! That's enough, I'm kinkshaming this shit, give it up for, Yves! As this is her final performance," he glared as she sat back down. That audience snapped. Patrick thought long and hard about the message he just couldn't quite figure it out.         "Up next is...Peri!" So that was his name.

    "DEATH, DESTRUCTION, CHAOS, POVERTY, MOIST SOCKS," all that could be heard was a single breath from Peri and the audible squirming coming from the local rock fucker at the word, 'moist,' "Thank you," Peri breathes heavily and dropped the mic as feedback echoed throughout the room.

   "DID YOU BREAK ANOTHER FUCKING MIC?!" The principle yelled.

     "FIGHT CAPITALISM!" He yelled in response and did a barrel roll out the window and was just gone. Patrick clapped loudly and the snapping poetry people just stared at him.

    "Hey, so not to be weird or anything but do you know any not-so-straight girls? Name's, Eli by the way," they shook hands. "So you got an answer. I mean I'm not gay or anything but like...Girls exist and stuff. I'm asking for a friend! It's not for me that's gay and I'm straighter than a ruler, straighter than the straightest line, straighter than stripes! Straighter than anyone! I AM THE STRAIGHTEST! IM NOT GAY, YOU ARE!"

    "Okay jeez I get it you're straight no need to get twisted," he calmly replied.

    "IM NOT TWISTED, IM STRAIGHT! But so like do you know any girls, asking for a friend," they calmed down by then.

    "No, I don't. I only know the 'do a barrel roll' kid."

    "Okay, well, see you Saturday at the party I guess."

@ikolonena you wanted this shit.

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Chapter 2

Before the end

I could hear music blasting as i walked up the stairs to the apartment my sister was in. A huge party at the end of the world. 2012. I opened the door. The music stopped. My sister didn't stop dancing. But everyone else did. "Huh? why'd you stop?" i stood right behind her. Everyone just stared at me. One of the people pointed at me. My sister turned around. "Kai?!" She dropped her drink. "Mom wants you home, Silver.." She shook her head. "Can't i ever be left alone from them? OH MY GOD THEY KEEP ME FROM DOING ANYTHING! THEY ARE CUNTS!" She ran off to the deck. The music started playing again. I just stood there. She was my adopted sister. Ever since i was little she was there for me. Her hair was the same as mine. Silver..With a touch of black. Everyone around was either drunk, High or having sex. Or all of the above. The dj was blasting some shity song. I looked at silver on the deck. I was 2 years older then her. The end of the world...It can't end like this. I knew it couldn't. She was the only love i ever had. Not in a sexual way..I was pretty sure i didn't want to be with anyone. Forver alone. I just wanted her by my side. Forever. I walked out to the deck. I walked right by her. "Did you really mean that?" I looked at her. she looked up at me. Her hair fell away from her face. "Yes..Mom and Dad have always been jack asses. Never letting us do anything we wanted. But let our older sister do everything she wanted" sister? i don't remember ever having one. Maybe she was so drunk she doesn't know. I just went along with it. "Let's talk about them later..Okay?" she said as she walked to the door. "Why?" I turned around to look at her. She looked at me. Kinda pissed. "I wanna go party before the world ends" She smiled at me. "Give me a hour" She said before running inside. I looked at my phone. 11pm. The world was said to end at 9am. If i could bring her back by 1am...Mom and dad would be happy. Two girls walked out on the deck. I looked up from my phone. They were..Okay..i guess..Not ugly..but not pretty..pretty drunk. I looked back down at my phone. The girls walked over to me. "He's hot" One of them said. The other one nodded. I looked up at them "Hey..I'm..uhh taken.." They both looked at eachother. "We don't fucking care" They started touching my chest. I tried to get away from them. A girl with dark brown hair stood in the doorway. "Ceci..Sasha..Get away from him" she said. the girls walked away pissed. The girl looked at me and smiled. "Name's Criss.." I looked her all over. About 5ft even. haezel eyes..Boobs maybe a B cup.."I'm kai" She laughed. "I already know who you are...Kai" She walked over by me. "One day.." She leaned on the edge of the railing. "You'll know what you mean to your sister.." She looked at me "She'll do great things for you..Save your life..And you will bring her back from the dead" Bring her back? Only Necromancers can do that..I was a summoner. Not even a good one. What could a 16 year old summoner do at the end of the world. "You know...She will save the world too.." Criss looked up at the sky. "The world isn't going to end" She started walking away. "We will meet again" She said before walking inside. Weird girl..Maybe drunk...or something. I shrugged her off. I played on my phone for that hour. Everything i looked at was saying the world was going to end..Our moon was going to crash into our world. 11:55pm. I looked inside. I couldn't see silver. I went back out I looked up at the stars. Maybe i could wish on a star...I wish that..the world wont end..I closed my eyes. "Yo cunt" Silver said as she walked out. I turned around. "Pleas don't call me that" She walked over by me. "Okay bitch" I sighed. "Anyway..Don't you miss the old times we use to share?" She asked. I just shrugged. "Mom and dad always liked you the most.." I said. She looked pissed. "Oh hell no..They loved you..not me" Bullshit..They always loved her since i was just a kid found on the street..A little kid who most likey killed his own family..I was found with blood on me. With my whole family dead. Then i was homeless for 3 years...I was beat by the other kids..Couldn't fend for myself "Uhh..Anyway.." Silver said..I was drifting off. "It was nice...Having you as my brother..Kai.." Fireworks started going off in a parking lot. she looked at the fireworks then looked at me. "Yolo" She grabbed my face then kissed me. My first kiss..Was with my adopted sister. Criss stood in the door way. "Eyy you two lover birds.." Silver looked at her. "What whore?" Criss smiled. "Everyone is getting a room and fucking..Why don't you two?" Silver looked at me and smiled. "Yolo!" She grabbed my hand and took me off to a empty room. She closed the door. and locked it. She quickly took off all but her bra and panties. I just stood at the door in shoock. She grabbed me and threw me on the bed. "Take it off" She said. I just looked at her. She sighed. "First time kai? Thought you did Sarrah.." I shook my head. She started taking my pants off. "Hmm..Since it's the end of the world we don't need a condom.." She looked up at me then laughed. "It's so small.." She just started sucking it. It felt so good. But so wrong.. I grabbed her and threw her on top of me. "ah! hahah!" She just started fucking me. Riding me. It felt so good. But so bad at the same time. I really hoped this was what sex really was. It was like a loli was riding me. She started moaning. Her boobs hung right infront of my face. I looked up at her. then i bit her boob. That loli boob. She started moaning louder. She keept riding me til i came. It felt so good to come inside someone instead of something. She crawled right beside me. "Ah..that was fun Kai..Never fucking you again..." I heard someone right by our door. "Hope? What if she can't save the world?" I got up from the bed Silver tried to grab me to come back to bed. I put my ear up to the wall "She will..I know she will." It was Criss..And some dude.. "Fine..But she has to save..Your son.." Criss sighed. "Ryland.." The other person walked away. And so did Criss. I went to lay back down with silver. Even if the world was ending..That means i still will have died with my sister...

I woke up the next morning..I looked over at my phone..6am. I jumped up. I looked around. Silver wasn't anywhere near. I put on pants then ran out. "Silver?" I saw her laying around a bunch of guys..Cum all over her. I sighed. Is this how the world was going to end? My sister full of cum? Someone tapped on my shoulder. It was that girl from last night...Criss. She handed me a bacelet. "Give that to your sister...She can save the world Kai" I looked at it. "just do it." i looked up at her. But she was already gone. I walked over to silver to put it on her. "Pancakes?" She said. "No..no pancakes" I said. I kept trying to put it on her. "I WANT FUCKING PANCAKES WITH CUM" She yelled. I sighed. I kissed her forhead then pressed the button on it. She turned to dust. "Silver? SILVER?!" i looked around for her. I sighed then walked out to the deck. I texted my mom and Dad "I'm sorry" I looked how far the fall was. maybe 4 stores..I jumped