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lay all your love on me - op81 (C2)

synopsis: in which oscar piastri and a university student begging for her euro summer vacation collide in a steamy, abba-inspired romance

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02: Love, Sweat, and Secondhand Embarrassment

"Clemmy I swear I wanted to die that entire time. Whoever I offended in an alternate universe I am so so sorry, I truly believe karma is real now," I lamented, voice weak.

Burying my head in my pillow, I could finally appreciate the cool blast of AC (well, it was a little bit of air conditioning but a little is better than nothing) I scratched my right leg that was hoisted up onto the blue duvet cover. If not for the horrible comedic timing of everything, in that moment, I might have said that I was enjoying myself.

On the other line of the phone, thousands of miles away, it was a completely different story.

"What the fuck," Clementine could barely muster out because she was laughing so hard.

"I still don't think any part of this story is funny, Clem," I roll my eyes and trail off.

"But it is! You genuinely should consider a career in stand-up comedy. If you recounted all of this in front of a paying live audience, I'm just saying it could make you a millionaire overnight," Clementine wheezed.

"Oh, shut up, bitch," I retorted, trying to suppress a smile despite my mortification.

"You know it's true though!" Her girlish giggles rang through my room. I could see her face through the screen and it looked like visible tears were streaming down her face from how funny she found this to be.

"I am completely and utterly humiliated. There is no way I can go downstairs and face everyone right now," I whined. It was true, as twenty minutes ago, mid-Facetime with Clementine, I heard the door to the foyer open and heard a lot of new noises.

New people. The neighbors. The rest of the Australians.

Crikey, mate.

There was no way I could face them. And since Oscar was probably their son (he looked way too young to be a father) he had probably already told them about the wretched and humiliating mishap.

"Seriously, Clemmy, you don’t get it," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice but failing miserably. "This is not just some embarrassing story. This is my life, and I have to face these people now."

Clementine’s laughter finally started to subside, and she took a deep breath. "Okay, okay, I get it. But you have to admit, this is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of disaster. You can’t just ignore it. It’s like the universe is telling you to embrace the chaos."

I sighed, feeling a bit more grounded with her calming tone. "Yeah, well, I’m not exactly feeling the universe’s love right now. I feel like I’ve been dropped into some kind of sitcom. And what if they think I’m a total klutz? I can’t even begin to imagine how Oscar must’ve described me."

"It'll be fine. You are a pro at handling horrible situations. I mean, I can really only think that you have had more bad experiences with guys than good ones!" Clem tried to reassure me.

"Wow, thanks," I deadpanned. "Way to make a girl feel special."

Clementine's voice was full of playful sympathy. "Hey, I’m just saying, you’ve survived everything life’s thrown at you so far. Besides, look at it this way: if they’re judging you based on this one incident, they’re missing out on getting to know the amazing person you are."

"Yeah, because nothing says 'amazing' like face-planting into a pile of shampoo and knocking over a bunch of cleaning supplies," I said, sarcasm dripping from my tone.

Clementine laughed. "Exactly! And let’s be honest, if they do judge you for this, they’re definitely not worth your time. Besides, Oscar might even think you’re charming in a clumsy, endearing kind of way. You never know."

"You should really consider a career in therapy. If I lay here and close my eyes for a bit and sleep for three hours surely your advice will work," I retorted.

"Oh be so serious with me now,"

"I am! Now I can add a new skill to my LinkedIn profile," I said, trying to stifle a giggle. "How about 'Expert in Catastrophic Bathroom Mishaps: Master of Turning Shower Encounters into Slapstick Comedy'?"

Clementine burst into laughter. “That’s quite a title! It’s like you’ve got a whole new niche market for yourself.”

“Right? I’m just waiting for the endorsement from ‘The Association of Embarrassing Bathroom Incidents,’” I said, imagining a badge with that exact title. What a big, fat, fucking joke.

“Or maybe you'll become the keynote speaker for the 'International Conference on Unexpected Water-Based Accidents,’” Clementine added, her voice full of amusement.

“I’ll make sure to include a workshop on ‘How to Survive a Bathroom Collision with Dignity and Humor,’” I said with a chuckle. “And don’t forget the seminar on ‘Turning Slip-and-Fall Disasters into Networking Opportunities.’”

“A career to consider!” Clementine laughed. “And you know what? I’ll be your first fan. Just remember to keep me updated on how your new ‘disastrous bathroom mishap’ career is going.”

“I’ll make sure to do that,” I promised with a smile. “Thanks for the laugh. It’s nice to know that even in the middle of a fiasco, I can count on you to turn it into a comedy show.”

"What can I say, I will never turn down listening to a free shit show," Clementine winked at me through the camera.

"Clem! What the hell!" I waved my manicured pointed nail at her.

"Bye! Don't die from embarrassment before you come back!" She quipped, then promptly hung up.

I lay sprawled on my bed, dreading the thought of going downstairs and facing the group of new neighbors. The whole idea made me cringe. I was just about to mentally prepare myself for the awkward introductions when a sudden knock on my door jolted me upright. My heart raced as I called out lazily, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Oscar standing there. His eyebrow was raised, and he wore a cheeky grin that did nothing to ease my nerves.

"Well, well, well," he said with an amused smirk. "Looks like you’ve been having quite the chat with 'dearest Clemmy,' haven’t you?"

My face flushed beet red, and I stuttered, struggling to find my words. “W-What are you doing here?”

Oscar leaned casually against the doorframe, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Oh, you know, just overheard you and Clemmy talking about our little mishap. I believe you mentioned something about me being ‘a charming yet infuriating Aussie who managed to turn your bathroom break into a comedy skit.’”

I blinked, stunned into silence. My mouth opened and closed, but no coherent words came out. The sheer embarrassment was overwhelming. Oscar’s casual demeanor and his cheeky grin only made things worse.

“What can I say, my name was called,” Oscar continued with a mischievous glint in his eye. “If someone keeps calling you hot, I mean, wouldn’t you be too curious to listen?”

His smirk only made my breath hitch and my fingers tremble a little more. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I struggled to come up with a response. The playful glint in his eye and his casual attitude did nothing to alleviate my embarrassment. Instead, they only made me feel more flustered.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “W-Well, I guess I didn’t think anyone would be actually listening.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow playfully, his smirk widening. “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t. But it was too good to pass up. Especially the part where you called me a ‘human wrecking ball.’”

My face flushed a deeper shade of crimson. “Great. Just great,” I muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “I’m sure I’ve made a fantastic first impression.”

Oscar chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Look, it’s all good. I’ve seen worse first impressions. Trust me. At least you didn’t accidentally set off the fire alarm or flood the place.”

I managed a weak smile, still feeling the sting of embarrassment. “Yeah, well, I’ll try to keep any future disasters to a minimum.”

Look at me, constantly embarrassing myself in front of hot guys. This was the exact reason why I was still bitchless and socially awkward at the ripe age of twenty-one. I could navigate a spreadsheet like a pro, ace exams, and even master the perfect contour, but put me in a room with a cute guy, and I turned into a walking calamity.

I sighed internally, already dreading the inevitable teasing I’d get from Clemmy once she found out I had, yet again, failed to keep my cool around a guy. Maybe I should’ve just stayed in the bathroom and let the ground swallow me whole.

Oscar raised an eyebrow, studying me with a curious look. “You know, you seem like a completely different person right now. Way quieter, more shy… less daring.”

My face flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. “That’s not true,” I snapped, crossing my arms defensively. “I’m exactly the same as I was before.”

Oscar’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on me. “Sure, if you say so. But the girl who almost took me down like a rugby player in the bathroom seemed a lot more fearless.”

My nose flared as I shot him a glare, feeling the fire of indignation rise within me. Who did he think he was, making assumptions about me? I’ll show him just how brave I can be, I thought, my fists clenching. If he wanted to see daring, then I’d make sure he regretted ever doubting me. The nerve of this guy! He might have been hot, but that didn’t give him the right to push my buttons like this.

Oscar gave me a lopsided grin, clearly pleased with himself. "Anyway, everyone’s heading downstairs to meet each other. Figured I’d let you know, since, you know, it’s probably not the best idea to hide out up here forever."

My stomach twisted with nerves at the thought of facing everyone after that humiliating encounter. The idea of meeting new people while still reeling from my disastrous introduction to Oscar was daunting. But there was no way I was going to let him see how nervous I actually was. I took a deep breath, nodding stiffly. "Fine, let’s get this over with."

As we walked out of the room and toward the stairs, I could feel Oscar’s presence behind me—large, imposing, and annoyingly close. My face heated up, and I silently cursed myself for blushing yet again. Why did this guy have to make everything so difficult?

It was like shooting a sitting duck. A little small talk, a smile, and baby, I was stuck. I was a grown woman, for god’s sake, not some teenager swooning over a crush. But there I was, getting flustered over a guy I barely knew. Get a grip, I told myself, trying to shake off the absurdity of the situation. This wasn’t supposed to happen—I wasn’t supposed to be this easily charmed.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I hesitated, gripping the railing a little longer than usual. I could feel Oscar’s gaze on me, and it only made my nerves worse. Just as I was about to take the first step down, his hand brushed against mine. The contact was brief but enough to send a jolt of awareness through me. His hand was rough with calluses, moderately enveloping mine in a way that felt both comforting and disarming.

What was it about this guy that made me feel so uncharacteristically off-balance? As I tried to steady my racing thoughts, I reminded myself that I had to keep it together. After all, I wasn’t about to let some smooth-talking Aussie turn me into a lovesick fool—no matter how much my traitorous heart seemed to enjoy the challenge.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyes were drawn to two adults who were deep in conversation with my mom. Their warm, friendly demeanor and unmistakable Australian accents told me they were Oscar’s parents. They seemed just as lively and outgoing as he was, which only added to the strangeness of this entire situation.

Then, I spotted Oscar’s siblings—a trio of sisters who looked like carbon copies of him, yet each had her own distinct vibe, like different fonts of the same typeface. They were laughing and joking with each other, their bond evident in the way they effortlessly engaged in light-hearted banter. I felt a pang of envy, wishing I had siblings to share that kind of closeness with.

My daydream was abruptly shattered when Oscar’s large, warm hand clasped onto my shoulder, his fingers pressing gently but firmly against my skin. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through me, making me jump slightly as a flush of heat rushed to my cheeks. His chuckle, deep and amused, rumbled behind me, the sound wrapping around me like a teasing caress. He was standing on the step just above me, close enough that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. His presence was unmistakably felt—broad, solid, and way too close for comfort, yet somehow not close enough.

His fingers lingered on my shoulder, almost as if he was testing my reaction, and I could feel the warmth radiating from his touch, seeping into my skin. The space between us seemed to shrink with every passing second, and I could barely concentrate on anything but the weight of his hand and the steady beat of my heart hammering in my chest.

Oscar leaned in slightly, his voice low and smooth as honey. “Jumpier than I thought,” he drawled, his tone dripping with playful mischief. “Didn’t take you for the shy type. Especially not after our little bathroom tango.” His grin widened, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a way that was both infuriating and ridiculously charming.

My pulse quickened at the way he was looking at me—those eyes sparkling with amusement, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. I swallowed hard, my mind racing to come up with a retort, but all I could focus on was how his hand, still resting on my shoulder, felt both protective and possessive. The air between us crackled with a tension that was impossible to ignore, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

I could quite literally cut the sexual tension with the dullest fucking butterknife in the world.

I tried to muster a sharp retort, something that would wipe that smug grin off his face, but my brain was too busy short-circuiting to cooperate. All I could manage was a stuttered, “I-I’m not shy! You just—caught me off guard, that’s all.” The words tumbled out, weak and unconvincing, and I mentally cringed at how feeble they sounded.

Oscar’s grin only grew, clearly enjoying my flustered state. He leaned in a little closer, his gaze locked on mine with a playful intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “Off guard, huh?” he murmured, his voice dipping lower. “So, you’re saying if I hadn’t surprised you, you’d be able to keep up?”

I opened my mouth to respond, determined to regain some semblance of dignity, but nothing clever came out. Instead, I just stood there, caught between wanting to pull away from his teasing and feeling inexplicably drawn to his warmth. His hand slid from my shoulder, and the absence of his touch left a surprising chill in its wake.

Realizing that my window for a comeback was closing, I finally managed to sputter, “Y-Yeah, exactly.” I immediately cursed myself for sounding so pathetic. Not exactly the sharp comeback I was hoping for. His smirk deepened, and I could tell he wasn’t buying it for a second.

“Sure, whatever you say,” Oscar replied, his tone still dripping with amusement. He straightened up, giving me a quick wink before stepping down to the next stair. The playful glint in his eyes told me he knew exactly how much he was getting under my skin, and he was loving every second of it.

As he moved past me, I finally found my voice—too little, too late—and muttered under my breath, “Cocky bastard.” But it was quiet enough that I hoped he didn’t hear it. To my dismay, Oscar paused, turning back with a raised eyebrow and an even wider grin.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Care to repeat it?”

My cheeks flamed as I quickly shook my head. “Nope, nothing. Let’s just… go meet everyone.”

Oscar’s grin didn’t falter as he took a step closer, still looming above me. “You know,” he began, his voice casual but with that familiar teasing edge, “I’ve already met everyone else. Your mom, too. And I’ve gotta say, you two seem like complete opposites.”

I blinked up at him, caught off guard again. “Opposites?”

He nodded, leaning against the wall with that effortless ease he seemed to have perfected. “Yep. Your mom’s all smiles and warm welcomes. You, on the other hand… well, you’ve got this whole ‘ready to throw punches’ vibe going on.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to gauge whether he was being serious or just messing with me again. “I do not have a ‘ready to throw punches’ vibe.”

Oscar’s lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh. “Oh, you totally do. But don’t worry,” he added with a playful smirk, “it’s kind of endearing. Keeps things interesting.”

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Glad to know I’m so entertaining for you.”

He shrugged, unfazed. “Hey, I’m just saying, opposites attract, right? Besides, your mom already likes me. You could take a few notes.”

His comment sent a fresh wave of warmth to my cheeks, both from irritation and something I couldn’t quite place. “I don’t need notes from you,” I shot back, though my voice lacked its usual bite.

Oscar just chuckled, giving me one last teasing wink before turning to head down the stairs. “Whatever you say, mate. Just try not to tackle anyone else while you’re at it.”

"Well well well, what do we have here?" A girl with short hair and a devious grin matching Oscar's grinned at me as well entered the kitchen. Shimmering her hands like "jazz hands", she rolled her eyes and rested her chin in the palm of her hand.

I turned to face the new arrival, immediately recognizing her as one of Oscar’s sisters—one of the three siblings who seemed to share his penchant for mischief. Her cropped hair and sharp, playful eyes made her look like she’d just stepped out of a rom-com where she was the resident troublemaker, always stirring the pot and having a laugh at everyone else’s expense.

“Hey, party people,” she said, her voice dripping with a teasing lilt. She shot me a grin that was almost a mirror image of Oscar’s, mischievous and knowing, like she was in on some inside joke I hadn’t been let in on yet. I could feel the same heat from before creeping up my neck. Why did it feel like these siblings were reading me like an open book?

“Looks like someone’s already made a grand entrance,” she continued, flicking her eyes between me and Oscar with an amused smirk. “Oscar’s been talking about you nonstop since we got here. Said something about a ‘bathroom fiasco’ that deserves an award?”

I shot a glare at Oscar, who was leaning casually against the counter, looking far too pleased with himself. “Did he now?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the mortification clawing at me.

The girl laughed, light and musical, but with an edge that told me she was fully enjoying every bit of this. “Oh yeah, he’s been filling us in. But don’t worry, we’re used to his tall tales. I’m Hattie, by the way,” she added, extending a hand with exaggerated enthusiasm as if we were meeting on the set of a game show rather than in my kitchen.

I hesitated for a beat before shaking her hand, trying to muster a smile that didn’t look too forced. “Nice to meet you, Hattie. I’m—”

“Oh, I know who you are,” she interrupted, her grin widening. “You’re the girl who almost took out my brother. Honestly, I’m impressed. No one’s ever managed to knock him off his game quite like that.”

I glanced at Oscar, who was watching the exchange with an infuriatingly smug look on his face. Maisie’s comment hung in the air, both a compliment and a lighthearted jab. I couldn’t help but feel like I was once again the butt of some inside joke between the siblings.

“Yeah, well, it’s a special talent of mine,” I said, trying to sound casual but feeling like every word was being scrutinized. “Guess I just have that effect.”

Hattie laughed, the sound bright and unapologetically amused. “Oh, I like you already. But hey, if you’re gonna hang out with us, you better be ready for a little friendly chaos. And maybe a few more unexpected collisions.”

Oscar gave a soft snort of laughter, and I could feel his eyes still on me, assessing, teasing, and—annoyingly—almost impressed. I tried to ignore the butterflies that seemed to be staging a full-on rebellion in my stomach. Clearly, this family thrived on playful torment, and I had somehow found myself right in the middle of it.

“Don’t worry,” I said, straightening up and forcing a confident smile. “I think I can handle whatever you guys throw at me.”

Hattie's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she gave me a mock salute. “That’s the spirit. Welcome to the chaos, mate.”

Oscar chuckled again, giving me that damn wink before pushing off from the counter. “Oh, she’s ready for it. Trust me, she’s already made quite the impression.”

The other two girls strolled in, each with their own distinct energy that filled the room. One had a fierce, confident look, dark hair tied up in a messy bun, and a leather jacket that screamed ‘cooler-than-you’ vibes. The youngest, a curly-haired, bright-eyed whirlwind, practically bounced into the kitchen, her infectious smile lighting up the space.

“So,” I said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of new faces. “I’ve met Oscar, obviously, and… Hattie, right?” I glanced at the girl who had first greeted me, who nodded with a playful smile. “But I’m afraid I haven’t gotten your names yet,” I continued, pointing between the other two sisters.

The girl with the leather jacket gave me a wry grin, leaning casually against the counter. “I’m Edie,” she said, her voice dripping with casual confidence. “The cooler, smarter middle child.”

Mae, the youngest, immediately chimed in, rolling her eyes at her sister. “And I’m Mae, the fun one,” she said with a giggle, her curls bouncing as she hopped up onto a stool. “Edie’s just mad she wasn’t born with my charm.”

Edie snorted, pretending to be offended. “Please, you’re like a tiny tornado of chaos. But yeah, I guess she’s not wrong,” she added, shooting me a smirk. “Mae’s got a way of making everything a little… livelier.”

I couldn’t help but smile at their playful back-and-forth. “Nice to officially meet you all. And thanks for the heads-up on your brother’s antics,” I said, glancing at Oscar, who was watching the exchange with an amused glint in his eye.

“Oh, trust me,” Hattie added, her grin widening as she nudged Oscar with her elbow. “We’ve got years of experience keeping this one in line. You’re welcome to join the effort.”

Oscar threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Wow, ganging up on me already? This is why I never bring girls home,” he joked, though there was a hint of genuine warmth in his voice, like he was more than used to—and secretly enjoyed—their teasing.

Mae leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just wait till we start telling you all the embarrassing stories. Oscar’s got quite a few, and we’ve got no problem spilling the tea.”

Oscar smirked, shifting his weight just enough to close the distance between us, his presence suddenly feeling a lot closer, a lot warmer. He leaned in with a casual ease, his movements smooth and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to make me squirm. His voice dropped into a playful, low tone, rich and velvety, each word dripping with deliberate charm. “Oh, don’t worry about them,” he murmured, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “I’d much rather hear your stories. You’re far more interesting than anything they could say about me.”

The way he looked at me was like I was the only person in the room, his eyes lingering on mine with a bold, flirtatious glint that sent a shiver down my spine. His grin was maddeningly confident, a little crooked, and devastatingly irresistible—the kind of smile that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. It was teasing, suggestive, and far too charming for its own good, like he was daring me to blush, daring me to react.

I felt the heat creeping up my neck, a slow burn that spread across my cheeks, making my skin prickle with the sudden awareness of how close he was. My mind scrambled for something clever to say, but his flirtatious tone, the way his eyes roved over my face as if he was reading every reaction, left me tongue-tied. It was like he was peeling back layers with just a look, searching for the part of me that he could fluster with a few well-placed words and that infuriating smile.

I tried to steady my breath, but his proximity was overwhelming. I could catch the faint scent of his cologne—fresh, with a hint of something spicy—and the subtle shift of his body as he leaned closer sent my senses into overdrive. Every nerve seemed to hum in response to his nearness, and I could feel my face burning hotter, betraying me with every second that I failed to look away.

Edie made a gagging noise, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Ew, Oscar, seriously? Can you not flirt for like five seconds? It’s embarrassing.”

Mae giggled, giving Oscar a playful shove. “Yeah, gross. No one wants to see that. Save it for when we’re not around, Romeo.”

Hattie snorted, shaking her head as she watched Oscar with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “He’s always like this. Thinks he’s Mr. Smooth. Don’t let him get to you.”

But Oscar only chuckled, clearly unfazed by his sisters’ teasing. He turned back to me, his grin widening as he caught sight of my flushed cheeks. “Aww, look at that,” he said, his voice soft and teasing. “Did I make you blush? How cute.”

I quickly tried to hide my face, mortification bubbling up as I realized there was no escaping the heat radiating from my cheeks. “N-No, you didn’t,” I stammered, though the pink tint on my face said otherwise.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, and he leaned in just a little closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not very good at hiding it, you know. It’s kind of endearing.”

I could practically feel my cheeks getting even more red, if that was even possible. His sisters snickered behind us, enjoying the show as much as they enjoyed tormenting him.

Mae nudged Hattie, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, “He’s really laying it on thick, huh? Someone needs to put a leash on this one.”

Hattie snickered and turned to me, giving me an exaggeratedly sympathetic look. “Don’t worry, he does this to everyone. It’s part of his ‘charm offensive.’ Just don’t let him get away with it too easily.”

“Yeah, make him work for it,” Edie added with a laugh. “And don’t let that blush fool you. He’s got enough of an ego without you feeding it.”

Oscar just shrugged, clearly unbothered by his sisters’ ribbing. He kept his eyes on me, his smile softening just slightly. “They’re just jealous because they know I’m right. You really are something else.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the smile that was creeping onto my face despite my best efforts. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, crossing my arms in an attempt to compose myself.

Oscar leaned back, finally giving me a bit of space but not without one last wink. “Impossible’s my specialty,” he said, the playful challenge hanging in the air.

Hattie clapped her hands together, breaking the charged silence that had wrapped around us. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s change the scene before this kitchen gets any steamier,” she said with a sly grin, glancing between Oscar and me. “What do you say we all head out to the pool? It’s hot as hell today, and I could use a swim.”

Mae’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she bounced on her toes with excitement. “Yes, please! I’ve been dying to jump in all morning. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Edie shrugged, pushing off the counter. “Sounds like a plan. Beats sitting around here watching Oscar make a fool of himself,” she said, shooting her brother a pointed look that he brushed off with a careless smirk.

I hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden change in plans. The thought of the pool—cool water, bright sun, and lounging with these new, vibrant personalities—was tempting, but my mind immediately jumped to what that would mean: changing into a bikini, being under the sun's scrutiny, and, worse, the idea of Oscar’s eyes on me again, but this time with even less to hide behind.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I said, trying to sound casual, though my heart was starting to race for an entirely different reason now. “Just give me a minute to get changed.”

As I slipped back into my room, I rummaged through my suitcase, finding the bright bikini I had packed on a whim but hadn’t quite planned on wearing in front of a whole audience of strangers. It was a pretty number—a little more revealing than I was used to—but suddenly, the idea of wearing it around Oscar felt daunting. My insecurities bubbled up: the nagging thoughts of whether my stomach was flat enough, if my thighs looked alright, or if the faint stretch marks I tried so hard to ignore would be too noticeable under the bright afternoon sun.

I took a deep breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I tugged at the fabric, trying to adjust it in a way that made me feel more comfortable, but the nerves wouldn’t settle. I could already imagine Oscar’s eyes lingering on me, his playful smirk turning into something more appraising, and the thought sent a rush of heat to my cheeks. God, why was I letting this get to me? It was just a pool. Just a bikini. Just Oscar. But the more I tried to rationalize, the more those little fears crept in, whispering doubts that made my stomach churn.

I was so lost in my own thoughts, adjusting and readjusting the strings and trying to silence the negative self-talk, that I nearly jumped out of my skin when a sudden knock rattled my door. My heart leaped into my throat, and I spun around, my breath catching as I called out, “W-Who is it?”

“It’s me,” came Oscar’s familiar voice, muffled but still clear enough to send a jolt of nerves through me. “Just checking to see if you’re alright in there. You’ve been quiet, and, well, didn’t want you chickening out on us.”

His tone was light, but there was something softer in it, something that caught me off guard. It wasn’t the usual teasing or the cocky one-liners I’d grown accustomed to in the short time I’d known him. This felt… genuine. A flicker of concern threaded through his words, almost like he actually cared if I was okay. My cheeks flushed anew, this time from the unexpected warmth of his attention rather than embarrassment.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my cover-up as I tried to piece together my swirling thoughts. Was this the same Oscar who had been smirking at me in the kitchen, flirting shamelessly in front of his sisters? The same Oscar who seemed to relish every moment he made me blush or stumble over my words? It was strange, almost disarming, to hear him like this—concerned, attentive, with none of his usual bravado.

My heart fluttered at the thought. What if there was more to him than just the cheeky guy who lived for teasing? I couldn’t help but feel a small, unexpected tug in my chest, an urge to believe that this side of him was real and not just some act. But then, just as quickly, my rational side kicked in, reminding me that I’d known Oscar for all of three hours, most of which had been spent flustered and caught up in his whirlwind of charm.

Was I reading too much into this? Was I letting my own insecurities and wishful thinking color my perception of him? It was hard not to, especially when he swung so easily between flirty and sincere, keeping me constantly off-balance. I barely knew this guy, yet here I was, letting my mind wander into dangerous territory, imagining depth and sincerity that might not even be there.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady my thoughts. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions—didn’t want to let a few kind words make me think I’d seen some hidden side of him. But it was hard not to feel flustered when his voice had softened like that, when he’d taken the time to check on me instead of just joking about how long I was taking.

The knock on my door, the concern in his tone—it all felt so different from the playful Oscar who’d swaggered into my life just a few hours ago. Maybe it was nothing, just a moment of decency, a brief glimpse of something real behind the jokes and teasing. Or maybe I was just overthinking, desperate to see something more in him because he’d managed to get under my skin in a way I wasn’t quite prepared for.

I sighed, feeling my cheeks heat up once more as the realization hit me—I was blushing again, and not just from embarrassment this time. There was something about Oscar, something that made me want to believe he was more than the carefree charmer he projected. But whether that was true or just wishful thinking, I couldn’t be sure. Not yet.

“I-I’m fine!” I called back, trying to steady my voice, but it came out shaky, betraying the mix of anxiety and embarrassment that had settled in my chest. “Just… getting ready.”

There was a pause on the other side of the door, long enough that I thought he might have walked away. But then, Oscar’s voice cut through again, softer this time, and with a teasing edge. “You sure? I promise no one’s gonna judge you out there. Least of all me.”

The reassurance felt sincere, but I couldn’t help the way my mind raced with all the what-ifs. What if he did look? What if I didn’t look good enough? What if this stupid bikini made me feel more exposed than I could handle? I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror, trying to summon the confidence that I usually wore so easily, but right now felt like it was hiding somewhere I couldn’t reach.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I finally managed, forcing a smile I hoped he couldn’t hear through the door. “Just... give me a sec. I’ll be right out.”

“Take your time,” Oscar said, his voice fading as he finally moved away from the door. “But don’t take too long. You don’t wanna miss the fun.”

As his footsteps retreated, I let out a shaky breath, trying to collect myself. I ran a hand through my hair, giving myself one last pep talk before heading out. It was just a pool day, I reminded myself. Just a stupid pool day with some new people and a guy who was way too good at making me blush. And maybe, just maybe, it would be fun—if I could get out of my own head long enough to let it be.

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rafesbunny · 8 months ago

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shy - r.c 🎀 pt.2!!!

where rafe meets shy r at her dads business party

despite your best efforts to leave rafe by making up excuses like, “i’m pretty tired, gonna go to bed,” or “think i heard my mom call me for me” and even, “i should probably go see if my dog needs more water” you were still stuck with him. the party had gone on longer than you expected and you had now ended up on one of your balcony’s sitting on a sofa with rafe as he nursed a beer, and you a glass of vodka and cranberry. you were nothing short of grateful for the drink in your hand as the boy bombarded you with a handful of questions. he claimed he wanted to “get to know you better” which was understandable as no one really knew you. he started off with simple questions like, “what do you get up to” and feeling more confident from the drinks you’ve had you started to ramble on about your niche interests, but quickly you became embarrassed of your rant and looked away and muttered, “sorry” rafe half heartedly laughed, “hey, what did i tell you earlier, huh?” which promptly stopped your apologies.

however as the night progressed, and rafe got more cocky, his questions became more personal. he asked, “have you ever slept with anyone before?” he knew the answer of corse. you were untouchable, one, because all the boys knew they’d never get your fathers approval, and two, because it was almost like you didn’t exist in kildare. no one ever saw you at parties or outside of school, no one had ever even gotten the chance to hold hands with you. the shock from the question sobered you up quickly, and you quickly adopted back that demure demeanour as you stuttered out, “oh- well… i’ve- basically-” unsure on how to admit your a virgin, you knew it wasn’t a bad thing but it was painfully embarrassing to admit to rafe. someone you knew had got around. you heard the stories from the other girls in the hallways. though rafe didn’t seem to care, instead he gently put his arm on you shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile, “it’s okay if you haven’t” he said cutting you off. you held eye contact for a while, before you got up, “i really should be going, my dads probably worried where i am” which was stupid, you were at a party and your house. in all honesty, you were too flustered to be around rafe and needed to leave. but once again, preventing you from leaving, rafe grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down, “relax, he knows i’m with you, he trusts me. ‘m sorry if i made you uncomfortable” he told you. as you got more comfortable in your seat, you whispered, “ s’okay”.

as much as you hate to admit it, your night with rafe was pretty enjoyable, when he wasn’t being a cocky jerk, he could be funny and sweet. a good friend. but as it got later, the temperature started to drop, and the little dress you were wearing wasn’t doing much to keep you warm. you tried to suck it up and get on with it, but you let out a little shiver that rafe noticed, “you cold?” he asked in a caring manor. not wanting to cause a fuss you told him you were fine. but he didn’t buy it and took off his heavy, expensive black blazer and draped it on your shoulders. deciding to act on the moment he moved to sit even closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you into his warm body and gently rubbed the side of your arm. you sat like that for a few moments in silence, unsure on what to do next, and almost as if your body had a mind of its own it snuggled closer to rafes side. holding you tighter, he was the first to break the silence, “you okay now?” his tone was gentle and his voice sounded like pure honey. however, you were unable to answer, because just as quickly as the moment started, it was over. broken up by the sound of ward calling for rafe. “shit, gotta go home” rafe said as he stood up and made his way to the door but not before stopping, “i’ll see you around, yeah?” heart still pounded you were unable to speak, offering him a light nod and doe eyes before he disappeared, leaving you still wrapped up in his blazer.

part 3??? i hope you are enjoying this so far 💓💓💓

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wordsarelife · 10 months ago

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: mistakes can happen but this one might cost them a record deal, so they definitely needs some help from you

warnings: cursing, unsafe driving, someone gets hurt, let me know if i missed any!

notes: mattheo and enzo are brothers in this story, i just decided hehe. (they both keep their respective name, they’re step brothers, since childhood so they are practically real brothers anyway lol)

let me know if you’ve enjoyed this part :))

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"you're so funny, enz" april was laying belly down on your bed, while she was busy giggling into her phone. enzo had asked her if she still had the same number she had in middle school and promptly followed her confirmation with the question if she would be free to call after school.

april had agreed before she remembered that she was going to your place. but, because you were a good friend, you had told her that it was no problem.

now she was laying on your bed talking to enzo, who, you were pretty sure, was at theo's.

you now regreted telling her that it wouldn't be a problem, considering they had been talking for the last hour or so.

you sighed, deeply, before you decided that there was only one way to get your friend back. you took the blog from your desk and scribbled the words down, before you hung it in your window.

as if he had waited for you to write something, theo stood in front of the window and read your message.

do something you had written, featuring at least 7 exclamation marks.

theo looked at you as if you had gone crazy. why should i do anything to help you?

because i bet enzo is just as annoying, isn't he?

theo only spotted a face that made an answer from him unnecessary. he just nodded and walked away.

"oh, already?" you could hear april ask behind you "no, it's fine. i get it, i'll be waiting" and with that she ended the call.

"i'll be waiting?" you asked, with a quirked brow.

"that was embarrassing wasn't it? i should've just said bye like a normal person"

"well, you're not a normal person" you smiled "and i don't think that you could do anything to make him leave you alone at this point"

"you really think so?"

"of course i do, april" you sat down beside her "why did he have to leave so suddenly?" you tried to not sound suspicious, but you were really curious what theo had done to get enzo off his very important call. luckily, april hadn't even noticed what you had been doing.

"band practice" she shrugged "theo is a strict boss"

"i bet" you mumbled while your eyes were still fixated on the piece of paper in his window. why should i do anything to help you? catapulting you right back to the night a year ago. you shuddered at the thought of it and tried to ban it from your head as fast as possible. theo was a constant reminder of your mistakes and maybe it wasn't him you hated but the realization of fault that hit you anytime your eyes fell on him.

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the garage was filled with thick air that had been warmed all day as the sun beamed down tremendously. theo rubbed the sweat off his forehead as he sat his bag down inside.

enzo walked to the couch to open his guitar case. he halted in his motion and the rest of his friends perked up at his lack of movement.

"no, enzo" blaise muttered "not again, come on"

"it did not do it on purpose" enzo turned around to face his friends and theo looked around his body to confirm what he basically already knew.

"where's your head at?" draco's tone matched the annoyance that was bubbling in theo's chest.

"is that a serious question?" matt laughed "it's deep under april's skirt"

"matt" enzo sighed as he rubbed his neck in embarrassment.

"april hart?" blaise asked "the one you've had a crush on since she moved here in first grade?" enzo nodded and blaise laughed "that's what i call consistancy, mate"

enzo would've probably laughed if it weren't for the bitter look the bands' leader was still spotting. "are you angry?"

theo sighed. "it's the third time you forgot it, enz"

"i know, i'm sorry, theo" enzo brushed a hand through his hair, before he turned in draco's direction “can i lend your car and get it, please? i won't take long"

"are you kidding me?" draco asked humourless "my mother is gonna kill me if something happens to that car. i'll drive"

"i'll come with ya" mattheo stood up from the couch.

"why don't we just all go?" theo asked sarcastically.

"yeah, why not?" blaise smiled, not catching that theo was just making a joke.

"no, i meant-" the group was already walking out to the car and theo just accepted his fate. "why not" he mumbled before he got in the back seat.

enzo was sitting in the middle of him and blaise, while mattheo had been able to plant his arse on the passenger seat next to draco, who was already setting the car back.

"it's so silent" mattheo mumbled "why don't we listen to some good music" he grabbed a cd from his pocket and just a second after, the loud drums and guitar of blood//water, the first song on cursed legacy's debut album floated through the car.

the boys broke into cheering. "you made a cd?" draco asked smiling, while mattheo nodded proudly.

"old school" enzo grinned, but clapped mattheo's shoulder nonetheless.

"hey" draco said harshly "you stay back there" he pushed enzo back into his seat. "i told you guys to hold him" he looked into the mirror and found theo's eyes, who looked not entirely happy, but did as he was told.

the seatbelt of the middle seat in draco's mums car had been broken for a while. she had originally forbidden them from riding in the car with five people, but draco tended to ignore her rule, even if he normally was quite fussy about anything happening to the car, banning drinks and food completely. but theo's car was still getting fixed by his uncle, so it was their only option.

"while we're on the topic of the band" blaise said "did you call that guy back? the one from the record label?" he asked theo.

theo smiled "i did, yeah. thats what i originally wanted to talk to you all about, but enzo was busy talking to the demon's bestie"

"demon is a rather harsh word" draco muttered.

"aren't you guys a bit too old to upkeep that childish feud?" mattheo asked. "you used to tell her everything and now you're not even saying a word about the record label thing"

"i really thought you guys would go back to normal after everything with leo" enzo added and all heads turned to him.

"i told you not to mention him" theo said angrily and enzo slumped down in his seat.

"it's been a year, mate" draco’s eyes found theo's in the mirror.

"it doesn't matter" theo shook his head, before he abruptly changed the topic. "he wants to see us, as the preact of some band in six weeks"

"the record guy? really?" mattheo perked up "thats like super soon"

"he seemed really excited" theo shrugged "this could be our chance guys. we get that deal and in less than a year we're off to america or tokyo and probably recording our second album, while already writing the third"

"as long as our little shakespeare keeps working that won't be a problem" blaise ruffled theo's hair, his hands letting go of enzo, while theo was busy slapping his friends hands away, hence why he also let go of the younger boy in the middle.

"hey! what did i tell you?" draco full on turned around in his seat.

the next three seconds happened all at once. mattheo was the first who screamed. it had taken draco less than a second of not looking to effectively drive off the street and in the direction of the nearest tree. draco turned around alarmed, swerving the car to the side, luckily not driving frontal into the tree. he stopped the car at the same time, what would've been fine, if blaise and theo had held on to enzo again, or if his seatbelt had simply been working.

he went flying trough the car, mattheo's arm darting to the side, to stop enzo flying through the car's windshield. sadly, his force wasn't enough and enzo still hit the dashboard quite hard, but at least he stayed inside the car.

"ow" enzo cried, holding his arm.

"shit, shit, shit" draco muttered under his breath. "is anyone hurt? are you all fine?" his voice broke.

"blaise and i are fine" theo said quickly to calm his friend "but enzo.." all eyes turned to enzo who was laying in the middle of the car, between mattheo and draco, who was staring down at him wide-eyed.

mattheo excused himself to call an ambulance.

"this is all my fault" draco brushed a few tears away from his cheeks "i should've just given him the car, or gotten the guitar on my own, i should've never-" he was interrupted by theo.

"it isn't your fault, draco" he assured "blaise and i let go of enzo in the first place, it was our job to keep him safe and we got distracted"

"i shouldn't have screamed at you like that" draco put his head on the steering wheel, trying to hide the stress on his face.

"theo is right, mate" blaise added "it's on us"

it seemed like draco wasn't even hearing him. "i will probably lose my license"

"you won't" enzo muttered through clenched teeth "we'll say there was a deer"

"i'm so sorry, enz" draco excused, it seemed like he only remembered now that enzo was still laying in the middle, holding his arm. "does it hurt badly? i actually don't care about the license, they can take it, as long as you're fine"

"i think my arm is broken" enzo held up his right arm, which was bloody and looked like it wasn't supposed to be formed the way it was right now.

"shit, enz" draco rubbed a hand through his face, before he quickly opened the door and threw up on the floor.

"the ambulence will be here in ten minutes" mattheo said, as he poked his head through the door. "what is he doing?" he wondered once his eyes fell on draco, who was still hanging half out of the car.

"puking" enzo, blaise and theo chorused.

"gross" mattheo shuddered, before he opened the backdoor of the car. "you guys should come outside, so the medical team can assist enzo better. we shouldn't move him"

"yeah" theo nodded, while he pushed blaise out of the car.

“why did i have to come with you again?” you were walking from the parking spot to the entry of the hospital.

“because someone had to drive the car” april pointed to the phone in her hand, which she had used to try and call enzo the entire way here. her hadn’t picked up so she insisted on visiting him, but not without a few different sorts of chocolate (she wasn’t sure which he liked) and flowers.

“yeah i get that, totally” you rolled your eyes, so that she wouldn’t see “but do i really have to come inside?”

“i need moral support”

“you’re not the one who broke his arm”

“enzo might be happy to see more than one friendly face”

“it’s not like he’s laying on his death bed, april” you nudged her arm “i’m sure he comes home today, we could’ve just gone to his house tomorrow”

“i want to see him”

“okay, fine” you groaned, but followed her inside, where she was already leaning half over the receptionists desk.

“how can i help you?” the lady was rather unimpressed by april’s eagerness.

“we’re here to see enzo, ehh lorenzo berkshire” she quickly corrected.

the woman raised her eyebrows, before she started tapping words into her computer.

“pixie?” a voice called and your head turned to the side. you tried many times not to react to the name, but you sometimes couldn’t help it. theo had been consistent for the last ten years so it was in your nature.

“mattheo” you greeted.

the dark haired boy was holding two cups of what looked like coffee. “they belong to me” he told the lady at the reception. “i’m lorenzo’s brother, i came with the ambulance, you remember?” he waited for some kind of confirmation, but she was already busy with something else, easily going back to ignoring you.

mattheo made a gesture for you to follow him down the hall. “pretty unfortunate, heh?” he grinned awkwardly.

“it’s horrible” april declared “i mean how is he supposed to play? he told me something about a record deal that you guys might get”

“yeah” mattheo looked to the ground, before he changed the topic. “he will be so happy to see you” he smiled at april and april mirrored his expression.

mattheo halted in front of a door. “could one of you..?” he trailed off, as he looked down at the cups in his hands.

“oh of course” april said quickly.

“i should maybe stay outside” you held the flowers and the chocolate in april’s direction, who raised her eyebrows.

“are you kidding?” mattheo laughed unimpressed “of course you’re coming inside. enzo will be ecstatic to see you both”

“her? sure, but me?” you asked unsurely “also, theo is probably in there, so i don’t-“

“he will behave himself” mattheo promised “come on, pixie”

you send him a look. mattheo knew about the nickname as long as it existed and he would only call you that sometimes. theo used it to make fun of you, but when mattheo said it, he meant it in a friendly way. you all had grown up together, naturally as you lived so close and in a small town. for mattheo, pixie was not in insult, but the last bit of proof that you had been friends once. after theo and you had fallen out, you had automatically fallen out with all the boys.

sometimes it hurt you to remember. remember how you and mattheo had spent hours listening to sherlock holmes and climbing trees. or how you had helped draco to read as he was having problems, days when you were washing gum out of blaise’s hair and taught enzo to tie his shoelaces. and theo, theo had always been where you were, he was never far. and everything had slipped away in a single night.

but it was too late to make amends. mattheo knew that as good as you. maybe you all could stop fighting, but go back to normal? probably never.

“hey” enzo raised both his arms when he noticed april and you walk in behind mattheo. “ow” he muttered.

blaise and draco were sitting on chairs on either side of enzo’s bed. theo was standing a bit away from the rest of his friends, leaning against the window.

“what is she doing here?” theo stepped forward when his eyes fell on you.

“hey, don’t talk to my guest that way” enzo pushed theo back, so he was leaning against the window again.

“april needed some help carrying all this” you opened your arms, displaying the different sorts of chocolate and flowers.

“how are you feeling?” april asked, slowly touching enzo’s cheek. “does it still hurt?”

you could practically see the flip switch in enzo’s head, as he realized how much she cared.

“a bit” he said dramatically and his voice dropped a whole octave. “but i think i’ll live”

you exchanged a look with mattheo, who raised his eyebrows at his little brothers dramatics.

“how long do you have to wear the cast?” you asked, while you put the chocolate down on the night stand. blaise immediately took one of them.

“hey that’s for me!” enzo protested.

“we need emotional leverage” blaise rolled his eyes, before he unpacked the chocolate and bit a whole piece off. he then held it in draco’s direction, who took it and started nibbling on it like a mouse.

enzo sighed before he looked back at you “between four and twelve weeks”

“shit” april deadpanned “what about the record deal?”

“okay, are you guys really getting one or are all of you in on a bit i don’t know about?” you wondered. there had been a few too many mentions of a possible record deal.

“no” mattheo shook his head smiling “there’s this guy from the label and he wanted to see us at the preact for a band who plays in the concert hall outside the town in six weeks”

“we can forget about that now” draco whined.

“that’s shit” you looked down “i’m sorry, that’s really awful”

“don’t act like you’re not making internal jumps of joy” theo spoke for the first time since you had entered. “you hated the band from the minute we..” he paused and cleared his throat, before he added “continued”

“you really think i’m that big of an asshole?”

“come on, theo” blaise added “don’t be like this now”

“it must be the first point on that little to do list of yours, huh? what do you want to hear? you were right? we’ll never get famous”

“shut up” you shook your head at him.

“stop fucking lying about the way you feel about my band”

“mate” draco tried to push theo back, who was walking closer to you.

april and enzo were exchanging worried glances as they noticed the tears building up in your eyes.

“theo” mattheo stepped next to his friend, laying a hand on his chest, to hopefully calm him down.

“why did you even come here?”

“i’m only here because of april and enzo” you said between clenched teeth “now stop acting like i’m here to laugh about your misery”

“the band could’ve made it big”

“i know” you simply said.

the others were following the discussion between you attentively, turning their heads, like a tennis match, from side to side, whenever one of you spoke.

“my band could’ve made it big”

you looked up at theo with teary eyes, before you nodded, once, finally. then you turned to look at april. “i’ll walk home” you turned to enzo “get well soon, enzo”

“thank you” enzo replied breathless.

you send one last look in theo’s direction, who gulped as he saw the tears flowing over your cheeks, before you left the room.

“what?” theo asked as he turned around and noticed the angry looks of his friends.

“was that really necessary?” mattheo sighed. “she came here because of enzo, knowing well that you would be here. she wanted to wait outside and i convinced and even told her that you would behave this time”

“you really are mentally seven aren’t you?” blaise asked and theo felt bad that he made your visit to enzo all about himself.

“you know how i feel about seeing her”

“how could we not?” draco muttered “you make it clear over and over again”

“it doesn’t matter anyway, the record deal is through and we can just stop being a band now” theo sank to his knees.

april and enzo exchanged a look, before enzo cleared his throat. “technically you just need a stand in for me”

“what?” theo looked up.

“it’s not over, theo” enzo said “you just need to find someone who can play the parts, or at least learn them in six weeks and after my arm is alright i can come back”

“he’s not wrong” blaise nodded “we just need to bag that deal and the rest is not important right now”

“okay, who?” theo deadpanned “you’re incredible on the guitar, who could we possibly find to be just as good?”

“you know that there is someone who was better” enzo looked down in his lap. the rest of the group grew silent too.

“what has that to do with anything?” theo asked defensively.

april turned her head to look at the dark haired boy. “he taught her” she said. “everything”

“what?” theo asked, not believing what he was hearing right now. “what are you saying?”

“we’re saying that you should ask y/n” draco put it simply.

“absolutely not” theo shook his head “i’m sure we can find someone else”

“you just said that there was no one good enough to stand in for me” enzo noted “she might be our best option”

“even if he taught her” theo added “that was over a year ago, who says that she even still plays anymore?”

“she does” april muttered “she’s good, really good”

theo sighed.

“just ask her, mate” mattheo, who had mostly stayed silent, clapped a hand on his best friends shoulder. “we need this record deal”

“i know” theo sighed.

“she’s a slow walker” april pointed to the door and theo raised his eyebrows.

“go!” his friends all chorused when he did not move. he left the room.

“beg her on your knees if you have to!” mattheo called behind theo, before the door fell closed.

“do you really think she’ll help us?”

“i honestly don’t know” april shrugged “but i’m sure theo has to find a way to go even lower than just his knees if he really wants to beg her”

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bellewintersroe · 1 year ago

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Another idea I would love to see you write (and it doesn't have to be NSFW if it makes you uncomfortable) is Malarkey, Babe, Chuck, Shifty, Winters (and anyone else you want to write) reactions to seeing all the various scars you received during the war for the first time. The scars can be wherever on the body you want to put them and the injuries that caused them can be different for each guy if you want; I will leave that to your creativity and discretion. I would just find it interesting to see how you think they'd react bc, while injuries during the war became probably a daily occurrence for the men that they've grown accustomed to, you're technically not a man and how could you have gotten hurt?

ugh I absolutely love this request it’s so creative, thank you sm!! I hope it’s what you were picturing, if not feel free to request another :) i’m comfortable writing NSFW but for this request I haven’t gone too crazy, but there is some mentions of potential smut? I can also understand how the topic of scars should be a TW- but no mentions of any self inflicted scars. Easy Boys reaction to seeing your scars:

Dick Winters:

I think he’d probably notice the small, circular scar on the back of your lower hip during seggsy time.

he wouldn’t point it out, seeing as that seemed rude and a bit off putting mid activity- especially seeing as it was one of the first times the two of you sleep together.

it’s afterwards that you’re cuddling when his hand travels down, “how did you get this?”

“oh, that scar?” You’d begin to laugh, leaving him a little confused. “Accidental cigarette burn from a guy I was treating in Normandy.”

Dick is a little confused, you seem so amused so he’s following along with a smile but it’s the most confusing thing ever.

what actually happened is pretty lighthearted, you were treating a wounded guy in the infirmary in Normandy, and well, his eyes were bandaged up and accidentally mistook you for the ash tray?

a pretty funny story, it burnt at the time, but you don’t mind the small scar, in fact it’s even amusing to you. Dick doesn’t notice it often, but when he remembers the story you told him he’d smile every single time he’d see it again.

Babe Heffron:

In Austria you’re wearing your summer uniform/ clothes, things are more relaxed, and so when your top falls down your collarbone the slightest bit, you don’t think anything of it.

“Wha- hey! How’d you get that?!” That was until a certain Babe Heffron chimed up, sounding overwhelmingly concerned, eyes focused on your upper chest.

“What?” At first you’d cover it up, unconsciously before even realising what he’d seen.

he’d hurry over, taking a peak to sigh with relief when he realised it was an older scar.

“Babe.” You’d grumble, pulling your top further up out of embarrassment.

“Oh, hey- no, don’t be upset, I was just worried thas all. It’s not everyday I see a lady with a scar, y’know.” His hand would smooth down your arm, worried he’d offended you, but he’s so sweet, how could you ever be upset at Babe?

“It’s from Bastogne, right?” Unlike the other men (apart from Gene) Babe would probably recognise where it was from.

“The bombing at the church, yeah.”

“I like it, looks cool.” He’d be so honest and genuine, at first I think you’d be a little shy, but Babe finds it so unique, and well- it makes you you.

the major downfall however is that you obviously got hurt, resulting in this scar. He can’t bare the idea of you hurt, it sends a chill through to his bone.

Chuck Grant:

Chuck is no stranger to scars especially after the war, so when he notices you’ve got a couple littered around your leg he doesn’t point them out due to knowing how sensitive that topic can be.

theyre white and faded now, only small, but I feel like Chuck would probably recognise they’re from Bastogne- like he’s seen the wounds the splintered trees cause, he figured it would be something like that.

in reality they were a present from Haguenau. An exploded building left your leg semi trapped, luckily not broke, but it hurt like a bitch and left you with the constant reminder of the pain.

You’d tell him one day after a shower, when you caught him looking at them. “I know they’re ugly.” You’d wince, conscious.

“Ugly? No, c’mere, babe.” He’d pull you into his lap, hand on your thigh as he kisses you so tenderly.

“Nothin’ about you could ever be ugly, doll.” Ugh he’d be sooo sweet and kind, reassuring you in the best way possible whilst accidentally seducing you.

Shifty Powers:

Too cute omg, he wouldn’t even really notice too much, I mean everybody has scars. You’d lay and night and he’d caress your skin, not caring if there was a scar or two littered around your shoulder.

“How’d ya’ get this?” He’d ask softly when the two of you were both falling asleep.

“Nothin’ exciting, I was playing around in the water when we were in Austria and caught my shoulder on the pier gettin’ out the water. I wish it was a better story.”

Shifty would find it so amusing because only you would wish you had a better story to tell about a scar. The rest on your body are from your childhood, Shifty would love hearing the stories that come along with each scar.

Eugene Roe:

Unlike some of the men I think Gene would’ve actually been there when you got injured.

you’re a woman, part of the medic team, a field nurse really which is attached to easy company, so you’re close to the men, especially Gene, throughout the war.

Gene would still remember vividly the day you got hit, how he failed to protect you, cover you. A sniper came out of nowhere, catching you in the shoulder. Gene can only imagine the bullet was meant for him and not you.

He’s the one that patched you up to the best of his abilities, it’s one thing treating a man, but to be treating a girl? Especially one he liked- well his hands were shaking and he was reassuring you non stop.

the scar left was only small, luckily there was no complications and you got lucky and could get back to work real quick.

Every time Eugene notices the scar it reminds him of what happened to you. At first he wouldn’t talk about it. Then, slowly you get it out of him and he’s so soft with you.

“I just don’t know what I woulda’ done.” He’d sigh, burrowing his face in your neck/ chest pressing kisses to your skin.

“Well you don’t have to think that, cos I’m still here with you now, Gene.”

Don Malarkey:

Don would actually notice the fresh scar on leg during Haguenau when you were rolling your socks up, he gets a peak at the flesh on your calf.

“Woah, that looks nasty, how’d you get that?” He comes and sits behind you, waiting for you to turn around.

“Fuckin’ tripped and fell, Malark. Out of everything that coulda happened to me I got this from falling over.”

Malark is more concerned about your wellbeing but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t break a smile.

“That’s just your luck.” He’d smile, rubbing your leg gently to check if it hurt. “You’re ok now though? So you don’t need carrying around everywhere?”

“I wouldn’t object to that…”

No but seriously, Don is a massive sweetheart, he probably would carry you around Austria just for the fun of it, he still blames it on your ‘cut leg’ that he needs to do that.

in reality he’s just flirting with you and knows it’s super easy for you to kiss him whilst he’s holding you like that.

Lewis Nixon:

“What’d you do?” He’d ask as soon as he saw it, running his hand back against your hair, revealing a kinda small scar placed near your hairline.

it’s early in the morning, the two of you are lounging in bed with a cup of tea or coffee, preparing to have a lazy day.

“Oh, it’s from running Currahee, I face-palmed the floor.”

“Ouch, what did Sobel say?”

“thank god he wasn’t there to see it. I got a matching one on my knee too, from the same fall.” You’d pull out your bare leg from the covers and he’d purposefully slide his hand up your thigh, then over the scar on your knee.

“Nice. Battle scars.” He smirked, teasing and pulling your leg over his to give him a cuddle.

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers headcanons #dick winters x reader #babe heffron x reader #chuck grant x reader #shifty powers x reader #eugene roe x reader #gene roe x reader #lewis nixon x reader #don malarkey x reader

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wordsvomit101 · 1 year ago

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5. Afterschool

(7 months after the death of Mr and Mrs Lee)

The coach let the team off earlier than usual today, he would enjoy another drill session or obstacle course. However, not every kid has the stamina like him, and they would tackle him to the ground the moment he even uttered the sentence.

Not that he minds more free time, the team has just won a major baseball tournament last month and the next 2 weeks will be summer break. They all want to spend as much free time as they can.

As he walked toward the library and passed the school's Hall of Fame, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he thought of his pictures that were being presented there, which were of him clumsily carrying 4 of his award trophies with a stupid-looking grin.

"Hyung and Raon were laughing their butts off too...", he sulked about it for half a day in his room and locked his brother from going in before being lured out by his mom and Raon who gave him tteokbokki they made that evening.

He was proud of course, who wouldn't? Even a few of his friends in the club wouldn't shut up about it even days after their victory. They had the most fun rubbing their win in their opponents' faces.

"While I should have warned them about making enemies early on... but the other teams didn't exactly make it worth trying anyway"

His feet feel lighter remembering the long, funny faces of the other teams. He passed some people on his way to meet up with Raon and was delayed quite a bit. One of them gave him banana milk as a gift for helping her with homework so it was fine.

When he got to the library and started to look around for the violet-haired girl, he saw her lying on the couch, her nose buried in a romance drama book she told him about yesterday. Headphones rested over her ears, and her lips moved silently as she read. Either too engrossed in the book or cannot hear him walking in, knowing her, it is probably both.

With a slowly growing mischievous smile on his face, "... Well, at worst, she would only hit me by the shoulder for ruining her focus of the story"

Minhyeok's footsteps were as soft as a cat's as he crept up on Raon. This is childish but also the perfect opportunity for revenge for that time.

After waiting for a few seconds, with a swift movement, Minhyeok pounced from behind her, his fingers extended like lightning. He tickled Raon's sensitive side, and a high-pitched squeal erupted from her. The book lands on the floor with a thud and her headphones fall off her ears. Raon's eyes widened, and she glared at Minhyeok, her cheeks flushed from the laughter and tickling.

"Yah!" she exclaimed, a pout forming on her lips. "That wasn't fair!" Minhyeok just laughed, his eyes sparkling with delight.

"Oh, come on, it was just a little payback," he said. "Besides, you were so engrossed in your book that you didn't even notice me sneaking up on you", despite her glare, Raon couldn't help but smile.

"I was getting to the good part!", she said as she gave his shoulder a weak slap before picking up her book on the floor.

"But you're lucky I'm in a good mood. If I wasn't, I would have tackled you to the ground and tickled you until you begged for mercy" Minhyeok feigned a shudder, knowing that he always let her win.

"I'm sure I would have deserved it," he said dramatically. "At least, not now." Raon scoffed and gave him a questioning look.

"Why did you come so early today? Didn't you have practice this evening?"

She has been more absentminded lately so it was nice to know that she still makes sure to remember his schedule, as much as he does for her. His heart never stopped warming up knowing this.

"We did but the coach let us off early today, he will probably do the same until summer break comes"

Raon makes a small acknowledgment sound at that, before noticing the banana milk he has in his hand. Her right eye gave an annoyed twitch before settling back into her usual nonchalance.

"Getting another gift again on your way here?", her voice seemed a bit strained to him but he would likely not get an answer from her if he asked. So he walked over and sat beside her, twisted the cap off a bottle of creamy banana milk, the sweet aroma wafting up to greet him. He gave it to her in amusement.

"If you want it, just say it, here, and we can share", Raon somewhat relaxed and took the bottle from him, seemingly pleased about something but changing the subject as quickly as she put them up.

"Do you plan to go to any summer camps this break? You went to a swimming camp for 4 weeks last year"

Minhyeok loved the swimming camp last year. The camp was held at the aquatics center in town, and the water was the clearest he had ever seen. At first, he was nervous to get in the water since he hadn't swum for 2 years before, but his counselors, blessed them, were patient with him, and helped smooth the experience a lot.

By the end of the week, he was swimming like a fish and first to jump into the pool. He made new friends at the camp, and he learned a lot about teamwork and perseverance. He also learned how to scuba dive, which was fun.

He had planned to spend 2 weeks in general arts camp and 2 weeks in cooking camp this year but...

"I don't want to leave her alone for long this year"

"No, my old man and mom talked about taking us all to visit some museums in Seoul and going to the night markets in Dongdaemun Design Plaza"

Raon's anxiety was palpable from the moment he mentioned going out. She fidgeted with the bottle in her hands and her lips trembled slightly.

He quickly reassures her in the best soothing tones he can manage, "Don't worry, each one of us will stay by your side and we can change our vacation to somewhere quiet or we could spend time at my grandparents' home if you want. I'm sure they would be happy to have us there"

Raon's sharp breath hissed through her teeth as she weighed the decision, her eyes darting back and forth before they met his. The silence was deafening, the air thick with tension. Finally, with a slow nod, her smile bloomed, crooked and a bit sad, but not entirely. "If it's alright...I would like that," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

The evening sun in summer streaming through the window and illuminated her face with a soft, golden glow. Minhyeok felt a surge of happiness wash over him as he smiled brightly at the girl beside him. Her eyes sparkled with amusement at his silly face, and her laughter filled the air with a sweet melody that danced around them like a thousand tiny bells.

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Banana milk in Korea, known as "바나나 우유" (banana uyu), is a popular and iconic flavored milk drink. Banana milk is widely enjoyed by people of all ages in South Korea and is commonly found in convenience stores, supermarkets, and vending machines. It's often consumed as a refreshing beverage or as a snack. Banana milk has become a cultural symbol in Korea and is cherished for its nostalgic taste and convenient packaging.

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb minhyeok #whb mc #minhyeok is a big foodie and he would fight you for the last piece of chicken in the school cafeteria #raon is a few people he willing to share his food with #his parents were never strict with his diet #but growing up another foodie of a older brother make it a instinct

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flawlessgems · 10 months ago

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1 4 5 6 7 14 16 17 21 for the ask game that tells a lot about you (pls don't feel pressure to do them all, i probably wrote down to many again lol)

you literally made my day night by sending in these asks 🤗😘

okieee, let's get to it!

how do you take your tea/coffee?

lol I don't. I've had coffee once and nearly threw up and tea just feels so . . . thin. Not just with actual texture (never thought I'd be describing the texture of a liquid before . . .) but with flavour as well. I really just drink water. I don't have much opportunity to drink anything else, unless it's Ginger Ale when my stomach is not the best

4. what was your favorite tv show as a kid?

good grief- I don't know. The two filmed tv shows I watched the most were Wanted Dead or Alive with Steve Mcqueen, and a BBC Robin Hood with Richard Green. I also watched a lot of the animated show Tom and Jerry, which is a family favourite

5. summer or winter?

okay, if we be going like aesthetics and songs and just vibes? then summer all day. But if we be doing this for the temperature? Then winter. I can't pick winter for aesthetic reasons because winter for me is just sometimes cold, but mostly cool, which means no snow. Come January and February, it's just rain.

6. realist, optimist, or pessimist?

definitely a pessimist. I love watching Fail Army and get my motivation to get through the day from reading demotivational quotes. I'll share one with you: be a bridge, so I can walk over you to better places

7. rain or sunshine?

I don't mind rain so much if it's actually raining, and not just cloudy with a drizzle. I prefer sunshine though. One of my favourite destressing activities is swinging on a playset (call me childish; I don't care. I also still sleep with stuffed animals) so I prefer sunshine in order to do that. But I've done it in the middle of a rainstorm too, so I just have to prepare for possibly ruining my clothes and freezing for hours afterward

14. what is your defining personality trait?

oh geez- how do I answer this without sounding like a complete narcissist? I wish it was 'character trait' instead. But personality trait? People have told me I'm funny, I'm a pessimist, and very creative (I've dabbled in writing stories of various genres, poems of all kinds, and even songs; I can paint with watercolour, draw with both coloured and graphite pencil; I've built some pretty cool fantasy builds with LEGO; I tried my hand at sewing, but sucked at it; slightly better at cross-stitch but I still hate it; I can do the basic knit stich; I am pretty good at crocheting--even did a section of an advanced quilt! and I think I should stop bragging now. If I was trying to avoid sounding like a narcissist I definitely failed)

off that rabbit trail- I think my biggest personality trait is my sensitivity. I'm very sensitive to verbal negativity (which is why I became a sarcastic bitch to try and hide the fact that I really just want to go to that corner over there and cry) as well as pain and other discomforts (both my own and others. It's rather annoying. Like my mom got a paper cut and just told me about it and I almost cried). I'm also sensory-oriented, so I can get sensory-overload very easily.

16. are you an only child? oldest/middle/youngest?

teehee nope! I am one of the oldest kids in a family of over a dozen

17. what would your superpower be? how would you use it?

uhh I'm an introvert, so teleportation would be nice. I have experienced a horrific amount of super-embarrassing moments (that probably nobody else thinks about I'm just overthinking it as usual) so it would be nice to just be able to yeet myself out of there so I don't have to endure the awkward silence.

but flight would be nice too . . . I could use that to look into bird's nests

and elemental control? like damn- FIRE?!

but seriously, my overthinking mind just gave electrokinesis like the ultimate god mod. Think about it, if you could sense and manipulate electricity, you could hack into people's phones and text them, you could have every stoplight be green, and SERIOUSLY--your brain has electricity in it- I COULD SENSE PEOPLE AND MAYBE EVEN MANIPULATE THEM. But, like in a freeze-your-body or slap-yourself-in-the-face kind of way. As for accessing memory banks, I don't think I could do that. BUT THEN- LET'S GET EVEN DEEPER WITH THIS- everything is made up of protons, electrons, and neutrons, so if I could manipulate that, could I like . . . transform?!

also, to any writers out there, please don't take that electrokinesis idea. I came up with that for a story 😭

21. the best ice cream flavor

I can't remember what it was called, but it was this ice cream that was basically a combination of cookies-n-cream, cookie chunk, and oreo ice cream, and it was a BOMB. If it has chocolate in it (unless it has peanut butter 🤮) chances are high I'm going to like it

#ask game

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zalrb · 2 years ago

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the summer i turned pretty 2x03 review -- belly is legit terrible, tho.

I'm sorry, he's the best actor on the show?

This should be angsty and painful

The tension between Conrad and Belly should be like

and Conrad should be Chuck where even if his expression is a mask, his eyes tell the real story

and Belly, your expressions are the same, your tone of voice is the same

"Man, Susannah used to have this place filled to the brim before we got here" "Mom used to have the [beds] ready before we got here" WELL YEAH. She got it ready for the summer. Did you all forget that this was an impromptu visit?

"Kick ass or whatever you're supposed to do at these things." "Your guess is as good as mine." Ma'am, aren't you a professional author? This isn't your first rodeo.

Taylor, why do you need to go to Cousins. Why do either of you need to go to Cousins. For drama that won't happen.

Lol at prom I forgot my boyfriend's ... the flower thingy you put in his suit pocket.

OK she wants to have fun at her junior prom which is valid but it's also so clear that my guy doesn't want to be there so her being like "I thought you were going to spend the night" sis, does it LOOK like he wants to spend the night?

Sooooooooo are you going to talk?

for the love of god

can i have some chair energy please?

with their very undramatic, contained version of promicide, which i don't even think is warranted tbh, conrad wasn't great here but his mother is dying, belly.

"conrad just pushes people away when he needs them the most" HE ASKED YOU TO LEAVE WITH HIM AND YOU WERE LIKE BUT PROM! Lol ok.

He told you he was worried about his mom being on new meds and you were like oh pfft, she's probably fine,

which was supposed to be trying to stay positive but comes across as dismissive. You're actually pretty bad at being there for ... anyone it seems, belly.

"i didn't have the best year" the weird/funny thing about tsitp is that they keep mentioning susannah over and over and over again and how different life is without her or how different the house is without her, like they talk about it a lot but it doesn't feel like they've actually lost her, like i don't feel like i'm watching two sons whose mother died, the grief isn't done well enough because belly is over here babbling about how she lost a volleyball captaincy when jeremiah literally lost his mother. and it's like they're saying her pain about susannah is equal to his and conrad's pain and it isn't?

"i really missed you, jere." DID YOU?

oh, how i don't care about taylor and whatshisface. skipping.

like are you frenzied to keep this house or not? because you're fucking surfing, man. like??

"we'll use our trusts to buy this house" is that enough to also pay the mortgage, is it enough for insurance, is it enough for property taxes, is it enough for repairs...? how much is this trust?

I'm just watching them at this funeral and I'm like ... when I had Buffy?

when I had FNL?

I've had conversations about users about appreciating something for what it is or liking something for what it is and I can understand that but when I've something done better, I can't help but contextualize what I'm watching with what I've watched before or what I'm watching at the same time.

You are a literally at a WAKE, Belly, this couldn't wait?

I don't care how old you are you're old enough to know better, this is RIDICULOUS. And I thought Lorelai interrupting Sookie's kid's baptism because Rory was there was horrible.

You are not NEARLY embarrassed and/or ashamed enough about how you acted here.

Oh no, she fell after telling the son of a mother who DIED to go to hell because he was resting his head on another girl's lap.

Nah, I am a grudge person, I am never speaking to her again after pulling THAT at my mother's WAKE? You are dead to me, sis.

Oh, a panic attack on the beach because he bottles everything up and doesn't let anyone help him except he kind of does and everyone knows he's upset anyway because he doesn't try to hide it, which is the thing, he should be constantly acting like everything is normal and/or he's adjusting super well and then do something like break up with Belly out of the blue because he's actually not fine and he actually is shutting her out by pretending everything's fine and does things like go to the beach to have panic attacks.

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teabiscs · 2 years ago

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Yubo Fic Idea

So I should have planned this out for my other story because it would have been way more interesting. But I’m going for softness and fluff. So probably good this didn’t get thought of back in September last year. Because Yuriy in my fic didn't need this on top of everything

But here it is. It’s a slow burn, if that's not obvious by how RIDICULOUSLY long this whole thought is. Because I do not know how to be casual. Also if something like this exists EVEN in the slightest, help me OUT.

Boris and Yuriy are both in love with one another. Everyone with eyes can see Boris is in love with Yuriy. Head over heels. Heart eyes. Would kill for the redhead.

Those who know Yuriy well enough (Borg and Kai) know that he loves Boris. Maybe he can’t articulate it. Maybe it makes him feel funny admitting it. Maybe he thinks it’s embarrassing broadcasting his feelings.

It’s 100% mutual. Right? Perfect.

Butt not in this plot. Yuriy is fine with what they have. Doesn’t want to throw off the status quo they have of being Friends+ (the plus being: kissing, cuddling, sleeping together. Not orgasms tho bc they never got that far). Yuriy is comfortable. He has Boris. He has his family and everyone is happy!

Except for Boris. Who craves more. He wants that silly little title of /boyfriend/. Wants to hold the redhead’s hand in public. To hold him. To express more of his love out of behind the closed doors of Yuriy’s bedroom. Boris is so patient and understanding that Yuriy needs time. But at this point it’s been five years of this cat and mouse game and they’re in their mid twenties. And Boris is human. He is greedy. He wants things.

And things unravel from here. It always starts a fight when Boris brings up anything related to wanting more. Consolidating space, PDA, boyfriends. And Boris is tired at this point. It’s been five fucking years of waiting. This gets heated. Yelling and screaming. Snarling. And if they both didn’t have extensive therapy, hands would have been thrown.

And it ends with Boris giving Yuriy an ultimatum, they either progress to a new level in their relationship or what they have is done. They’ll still be friends. But for Boris’ sake he’s stepping back.

And Yuiry chooses the latter. What he doesn’t realize is how serious Boris was.

He moves out the next week, half out of spite, half because he thinks it will make him feel better. Sergei and Ivan know, but Boris doesn’t tell Yuriy. So yuriy comes home one day to a silent house with shifty eyes when they all sit down for dinner. No one says anything about Boris’ seat being empty or the lack of a place setting. So yuriy just thinks he’s out for the night, and since they’re on bad terms just wasn’t told. But that night he gets a better look around the house and notices some of Boris’ things missing but he tries to ignore it. Then the next morning Boris still isn’t there. Yuriy looks around at the other guys at the table eating breakfast. A plate is still missing from Boris’ spot.

“Boris didn’t come home last night?” He asks

The two share a look. And Sergei goes “oh fuck, did he not tell him.” He looks to Ivan.

“Trust that asshole to let us break the news.”

The news? Yuriy’s eyebrows almost reach his hairline.

“Boris moved out yesterday.”

And Yuriy is too calm as he goes Oh, and finishes eating his food.

Oh.

And yuriy has a breakdown. He calls off of work and tears apart his room. He barely realizes why. Boris warned him. Boris gave him a choice. This is what he wanted. This is what he picked.

And then it gets worse.

Just a lot of sad boys. And then Boris enjoying life. And sad Yuriy who just reached a breaking point and doesn't care anymore. He lets himself cry. Lets himself feel things, because if he doesnt its going to explode out of him. He feels better after a cry. Yuriy doesnt understand how his heart can hurt like this. He wishes he could just claw it out of his chest. It hurts so fucking bad.

Boris finds an apartment astonishingly quick. He gets himself situated and tells Sergei and Ivan he’s leaving. it hurts saying goodbye. But he needs this. Needs the space. Needs to get far away from Yuriy and figure out his wants and his needs and find someone who will give them to him. Not someone who’s willing to stay stagnant forever.

And that whole post moving out Boris, is him just using alcohol and sex to cope. He’s a virgin prior to this, but lordy, does alcohol calm his nerves. Havnet figured out how Boris and Kai end up being friendly enough prior to this, or if they become friends because of this. Boris moves out because he knows its going to hurt Yuriy, he wants it to. He isnt sure if its comparable to how he’s been feeling, but he hopes it is, and hopes its worse (yuriy would tell you its worse)

It pains him to have to hit up Hiwatari, but it means getting into clubs easier and knowing someone there. It’s fun to let loose and dance with pretty girls and Fit Guys. His hands on slim hips, and strong arms on his hips grinding against him. He feels wanted. It's refreshing.

Hiwatari isn’t that bad either, Boris realizes. He pays for their table and the drinks, and always helps him home when he’s had too much to drink. Tell him who to avoid and who’s clean, whos a good fuck and who is awful in bed. Who will try and trap him with a kid. All good friend things.

Boris ends up dancing with him one night, and between the lights, music and alcohol haze forgets who’s grinding their ass on his cock and considers taking him home that night. (He quickly remembers it’s Kai fucking Hiwatari, his has his hands on and discards that idea.

Boris enjoys this month of bliss, forgetting Yuriy and living a life that’s normal for a 25 year old. He barely thinks of the redhead, except when he’s sober, and for that month he’s rarely sober except when he’s busy at work.

He sees Sergei and Ivan when he knows Yuriy is busy, (who scold him for not even saying goodbye to Yuriy or telling him he was moving out and how fucked up it was having them tell him.). He tried to ignore how they tell him that Yuriy is struggling since he’s been gone. He’s not sleeping or eating. And not taking care of himself.

And Boris pushes down the feelings that rise up his stomach to the back of his throat. And make him feel sick. Tried to ignore that what he’s doing is hurting Yuriy, the one he claimed he loved and wanted more with.

He puts up a tough front in front of the others, he’s not sure how convincing it is. Sergei seems to buy it. Ivan not so much, when he says “well this is what Ivanov wanted. He didn’t want me so I left”

“You didn’t have to leave though. You could have stayed” Sergei says

“Do you have any idea how much it hurt me being in the house with him? I’m finally doing better. It’s not my problem that he’s suffering the consequences of his actions. You can’t ask me to hurt myself so he stops.” And he excuses himself.

He dials up Hiwatari and tells him he needs to go out tonight and doesn’t want to be stopped unless they’re taking him away in an ambulance for alcohol poisoning.

“It can be arranged. That bad huh? You see him again?”

“Bad yes. Saw Sergei and Ivan.”

“Be ready in an hour. I’ll pick you up.”

That night they both take someone home to Kai’s house, if you wanna call it that. Boris wakes up the next morning as the girl is pulling on her fishnets and boots. He finally gets a good look at her. Shes a tiny alt/emo girl with brightly dyed hair and more piercings than him. She flashes him a smile and thanks him for the good time, and that she hopes to see him at the club again.

And they meet up several more times and start dating. Boris warning her that this is his first relationship and he’s trying and if he does something wrong it’s not on purpose it’s just all new. And she reassured him that he’s doing a great job and kisses him. She holds his hand. She cuddles with him. She’s soft with him and affectionate in ways he never knew he wanted.

And it’s nice. It feels like something more than friends. Feels like what he’s always wanted. It’s so easy to fall into a groove of seeing her after he gets off from work. To spending nights at each other’s apartments. She insists it’s too soon to move in together. And he’s okay with that since they still sleep together almost every night. They go out clubbing together, dancing exclusively with one another. It’s lewd and he loves how he can openly express his feelings for her.

Until one day, there’s a soft knock on his apartment door. The girlfriend answers, and Boris can barely hear the exchange, until she comes skipping back into the living room that there’s somewhere at the door for him. And that itsa guy with redhair looking for him.

Yuriy looks meek and shy, shuffling in his doorway. He can barely make eye contact with Boris. He looks awful, too skinny, and tired, dark bags under his eyes.

“Hey. You look good.” Yuriy comments, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You look awful.” Boris replies. “Are you eating right? Sleeping?”

“I’m fine.” Yuriy insists, through a tight forced smile.

And they talk and its so awkward and forced. The girlfriend comes bouncing back over kisses Boris on the cheek, saying she’ll be back after work, offering Yuriy a smile and saying its nice to meet him.

Yuriy’s face falls and he answers back, “I- ugh didn’t realize that you- I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry. I'm going to go.”

“You came here to talk though-”

“It was a mistake. I should have called first.”

Boris is left confused. Yuriy didn't want this, so he found a relationship elsewhere. How could he be upset? Yuriy goes home and rips apart his room again, punching a hole in his wall in the process. If he had known he wouldn't have gone. He didn't think Boris would have moved on.

Yuriy ends up phoning Kai. He’s not sure why. “You offered to hook up before, that offer still available?”

“Sure. I said I'd wine and dine you too, so get dressed up and we’ll get dinner first.” He hangs up before Yuriy can protest.

Yuriy does not end up getting laid that night. Kai confronts him after dinner, “Sleeping with me would just be a fucked up form of self harm to you at this point. I'm assuming you heard that Boris is seeing someone and that’s why you wanted to meet up.”

“Why agree to take me out to dinner if you werent going to fuck me.” Kai shrugs, “Sergei said you haven’t been eating. Figured I’d at least trick you into getting some food into you. You look like shit.”

Yuriy glares at him, “So i’ve been told already today.”

“I was only half serious when I offered to hook up with you back then. I said it more to piss off Kuznetsov. IF you weren’t doing this as some kind of fucked up punishment, I would take you home.”

Yuriy/’s eyes narrow and he sips at his cocktail, “At least let me get drunk and forget my problems.”

“Gladly.”

Yuriy isn't sure when Kai turned into this caring individual who took care of people, but he finds himself that next morning tucked into his bed, not remembering much of what happened after or even getting home.

Months go by, with Yuriy barely taking care of himself. He misses Boris.Misses everything he took for granted.

Yuriy going to Boris and being like I know things are different now, but is there a chance for us to hang out again. So they do a Borg movie night. And Yuriy tries to ignore how Boris sits in a different spot. Swallows down burning feeling in his throat. Boris would always be embarrassingly close when they would watch movies together. Thigh pressed up against Yuriy’s and his arm wrapped around Yuriy’s neck, fingers brushing against his bicep.

Now Boris is five feet away on a different piece of furniture. At least at dinner he sits at his old seat next to Yuriy, and he can relax just a little, feeling comfortable enough to eat.

Then Sergei is offering coffee and dessert and Boris passes up on the dessert, saying he’s trying to watch his weight and that his girlfriend is such a good cook and a stress baker, and that he’s put on ten pounds since they got together. Offhandedly saying its hard to want to go to the gym in the morning when shes next to him.

And Yuriy excuses himself from the table. He's going to be sick. He locks himself in the bathroom. He can't breathe and he honestly feels like the food he just ate is going to find its way outside of him.

He shoots Sergei a text that he cant do this. He cant he cant he cant.

Yuriy composes himself the best he can and goes back into the kitchen. Excusing himself that he feels sick. That he ate too much. He feels his face flush when Ivan even mentions it's nice to see him eat like a normal person for once, but not if he’s getting sick from it.

Yuriy hides himself in his room, and cries. Everything inside of him hurts and it radiates outside of him. He cant hold this inside of him anymore. Crying into his pillow.

His head telling him, he only has himself to blame. He didnt want Boris as a partner, so Boris found one. He did this to himself. If only he stepped up and faced his fears.

More time goes by. And more movie nights and game nights, and Boris starts bringing the girlfriend over, and Yuriy wants to hate her, but she is so nice to him, and he feels awful being cold towards her. (Hates seeing her make Boris laugh and happy, but he fights that feeling back). Seeing Boris still hurts, but it gets easier.

A scene somewhere, where Yuriy is telling Boris, he didn't want things to change, because he didn't want to lose Boris, but it still happened. This wasnt how things were supposed to be. This was supposed to save them. They would always be close, always have each other. He was scared to lose him, and it happened anyway. And he starts crying, he doesn't even feel embarrassed anymore crying, even crying in front of someone.

And this is like the turning point, where things start to change and aren’t so sad.

Boris and his girlfriend will be cuddling after sex, and of all times to say something, she’s like, “Boris, be honest with me. You love him.”

Yuriy, you love him.

Boris is still confused, Yes, I love him and Sergei and Ivan.

Borya. You love him.

I love you, *insert whatever her name will be*

Yes, but not in the way you love him. You love me because of how I am. What I give to you. He couldn't do what I do.

“He didn’t want this. Want me.” Boris replies.

“I love you Boris, and I know you love me, just not in the way I want you to. You’re the best boyfriend I’ve had, and honestly some of the best sex I’ve had. I care about you so much that I think, though, that we should end this. Go be with Yuriy-

No. He doesn't want me.

I Think that’s changed.

They go back and forth, until she’s like, We don't have to break up. I don't plan on leaving if we do. I just want you to be happy. Boris promises that he will at least talk to Yuriy, and she kisses him on the head, and gets in the shower.

Boris arranges a meeting with Yuriy, who is starting to look human again. THe bags under his eyes are less dark, and his cheekbones aren't threatening to cut through his skin. He seems nervous, his eyes shifting around, like he’s expecting something, and then it dawns on him.

“She’s not here Yura, it’s just us.” Yuriy seems to calm down if only for a minute before the nickname has him looking funny again. Boris hesitates before reaching across the table and grabs for Yuriy’s hand. He’s half expecting Yuriy to retract his hand or pull back

“Can we talk? We haven’t talked in a long time.”

Yuriy nods slowly, looking down at Boris’ hand.

Boris says that his girlfriend broke up with him, which is the simplest way of putting it, because of Yuriy. That Boris is still in love with Yuriy. He loved the girlfriend, but loved that she did everything he wished Yuriy would have done. That he still wants to be with Yuriy.

Yuriy is too stunned to speak initially and then he’s like, but you two were so happy.

She called it off, because she knew i was in love with you, and that you were in love with me. She said she couldnt sit back and let that happen.

And then the lord said let there be fluff. They date! Yuriy feels awkward and embarrassed doing PDA. And he’s anxious and nervous that he’ll do something wrong, but Boris is always beaming when Yuriy holds his hand in public, and how proud he is that Yuriy is trying so hard to give him what he wants.

(also the ex-gf does corner him, and is like im happy you two are figuring things out, but if you fuck this up, I’m not going to give him up a second time. And yuriy’s like i don’t plan it.)

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#beyblade fanfiction idea #i lied here it is three thousand words #I had to drive for 3 hours today so this is all i thought about.#yubo #yurbo #which is the ship name idont know and im scared to ask #also if anyone wants to steal this and write it for me they can

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Saya’s hourglass (the first book of the dragonic melodies)

ok some warning, I made this first book when I was eleven, edgy and new to creative writing. So don’t judge it too bad. Trigger warnings; terrible writing, suicidal thoughts, suicides, hinted self harm, a not very good description of transgender people (I’m so sorry)

*you walk in a tavern and sit at a table, which a mysterious figure rudely walks and sits with you*

“well hello there I’m glad I caught you “

He says and you ask why he so rudely sat with you and how they know you. he looks hurt but continues “well not all know me I guess. Oh well, I’ve wanting to tell you a story “

You tell him to tell since it’s caught your attention. “ well, it starts with the war and poachers but I’ll start at the young dragon, named falkor“ but before he could continue you fall into sleep.

—-pov falkor——

I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I stretched catlike while stretching my wings, getting out of my nest. I walk to the kitchen and got a fish from the little pond we had. Munching on the raw fish, Koklo walked in and scolded me for wacking her with my wings, I must have not noticed her getting up. “ sorry, sister” I said embarrassed.

After breakfast I flew to training in a rush.“ falkor, early as always” my teacher boomed happy. “ Today we will be transforming into…eh what was it, oh yeah ‘hue mans’ weird buggers. These things are harder to get.” He said. “ so humans the species that are killing everyone “ Galasi chimed happily. Geez I’m friends with crazy people, ah at least I’m crazy too. “ yes that’s correct, we need to learn how to hide ourselves with them” he said this slightly sad.

We all transformed and we all could not quite get it, I was a ram hue man, Galasi was a rabbit hue man hybrid, Tasuma was a cat hue man hybrid and my other classmates were hybrids too. Oooo there was a creeper one, wait falkor focus the teacher is gonna talk. “ as you can see you all are some sort of hybrid, well urm… no one can truly go fully human. You all did quite good.” He told us, this was like him, he would wait then tell us it was impossible. it was just fun and games but often I got extremely tired trying to fully get transformed.

After class Galasi, Tasuma and me would go to the hourglass gardens, this place was secret. No one knew of this place except me, Tasuma and Galasi. The gardens were deep in the forest and was clearly abandoned. Wild rose and blackberry bushes grew along the trees and on the huge hourglass. The hourglass had a golden frame and had void like sand each grain was like an entire reality, oh yeah we named the hourglass. It’s name was saya, you know like for sand. Oh right we came here for blackberries, we started to pick some. I swear they always grow back the next day. But not the point we have to collect them for food. We started talking about random things like how funny it was when one of our classmates screamed because of a sudden noise of a rabbit we were studying.

We started to go home because of the horn that always calls us home. We got there and then Galasi just pasted out. “ um we should do something “ Tasuma said. I picked her up and flew her to her house. When I got there I bust threw the door, that hurt. I placed her in her nest, I got up and remembered she had parents and a little brother in her house, probably shocked some random stranger ran through there door and put their daughter or sibling in her bed.

I walked up to one of her dads and explained that she pasted out while walking back.

I walk out of the broken door frame while apologizing about that. I flew back home to a very worried sister, that then I had to tell the tale again but adding the break in to Galasi’s house.

“ why did you not open the door”

“….”

“Falkor?”

“ I-“

The last thing I remember was falling down to the ground my head bleeded due to the impact and I blacked out.

“She might get up soon, I can still feel her faintly breath” I heard someone say in an angry tone. “ listen Koklo, all three pasted out for no reason and started bleeding black blood. They’re corrupt, even if they wake up there gonna die” I assume a healer said sadly. Man I’m tired, I got to stay awake to listen. “ Koklo I know it was hard for you two when your parents went out to protect us in war.”

“ WAS IT HARD FOR US. WAS IT HARD ON ME, I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF FALKOR SINCE SHE WAS THREE AND ME AT FIVE” Koklo screamed, I could hear the hurt that she had been hiding for years. I tried to tell her thank you and I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t all that came out was “-I lov-…you”. Koklo and the doctor yelped in surprise. After that I was to tired to listen. My eyes were still closed so I just past out…

I woke up with a jump, I had a terrible dream that we all passed out and we were corrupt. Then I did my morning stretches, my wing bumped into a healing crystal that was hanging. Then I noticed I’m not in my room, not in my home. I panicked, and rammed through once another door. I got to my house, and got greeted with a shocked Koklo. “ what are you doing here, you’re supposed to be healing” “ and I healed, I am no longer passing out nor am I weakened…” “ why do you say that” Koklo asked suspiciously. “…I may of bust through another door” I said like a five year old hue man would say when caught.

“Falkorrrrr” she wined, “ I will carve a new one don’t worry” “ did you get any splinters” she asked. “Yea-nope” I saved it quite good. “ ok ?” She said confused, I decided to ask “ can I visit the others” “ sure, don’t pass out” she joked with a laugh. I flew out and luckily we didn’t have a door, I flew to Tasuma’s house first to see how she did. She welcomed me in and I told her what happened and she told me that she had passed out during dinner. I asked if she wanted to join me she said yes.

Now to Galasi’s house, we flew to her house and went on in said hi to her family, then we went to check on her, the healer was next to her with a hourglass, it kinda looked like saya. “ she will probably be out until tomorrow so you two go get out” he said shooing is out. We didn’t have training so we went to the hourglass gardens.

The garden was different today there were cracks in saya, some of the sand had fallen out. The trees seemed more quiet than usual, and everything seemed frozen except the sand. We ignored this and plucked some berries. Then Tasuma started talking “ so what do you think caused all three of us to pass out” “ ….hmm i don’t know “. Suddenly out of no were the horn bellows, scaring both of us out a deep conversation about blackberries. We went home thinking we must of lost track of time, when we got to the clearing where we lived. I heard gunshot and screaming lots of screaming…

It happened…

They found us…

But dad and mom…

Dad and mom……..

Tears filling my eyes, I was frozen once again helpless to the bloody war zone that was now my village. Tasuma finally heard the screams and she was furious. We kept watching till her mom got shot screaming in pain, Tasuma had lost it. Flaming tears dripping down her face, she jumped out in a blazing flame tornado. burning, charing and melting the hue man that killed her mom. A new gun shot a new target. Tasuma screeched in pain, tears still flowing down my face started flowing faster and faster. I’ve just lost everyone.

I’ve lost my parents to these hue mans

I’ve lost my sister the one who cared for me when they went to war

I have lost my friends the ones who were still with me through my transition

I LOST MY LIFE TO THESE HUE MANS

My breathing had gotten so hard, I had to run, run… RUN. So I ran as fast and long as I could. when I couldn’t run I started walking. Eventually I was in so much pain I could barely move I sat down below a giant tree.

I sat there till it no longer hurt so much. So I sat there the seasons changing. Years seemed like seconds and each second painful memories of them flowing through my mind. I just sat there reflecting, the plants growing and cleansing me. I let the ghosts of lost wildlife to find a finale body to possess and live. Other things may of not been wildlife but didn’t care. It didn’t matter they’re all dead. So I sat there thinking, the pain never really left.

I sat there for decades, years, days. I existed each second, the pain did too. I eventually got up on one thousandth year, the tenth decade and the three hundred thousand sixty thousand five thousand two hundred fiftieth day. I counted each painful day, each painful day without them, without them… I touched my face wet with tears, I was starting to cry again. Well no time like the present, I started to look for a town for food or something, anything I might need. I found a river and dove in and started to fish and eat them. Then I started up again and I found a village with hue mans in it, so I transformed into a faun as comfortable as a could. “ wow it’s hard to walk” I said trying to stand and move, maybe falling straight on my face. I decided faun legs are too hard so I decided to do an avian hybrid, the wings were pretty fluffy and warm too. One thing the teacher forgot to mention was that you get the instincts too. So know I’m extremely hungry for seeds and I wanna make a nest. I instinctively started checking the grass for some, and just like that I found some. I chirped happily as I gobbled the seeds greedily. I got to the village full of fish, seeds and maybe a small finch. I got some hue man clothes on and I transformed my tattoos to a hidden spot on my chest.

Now it’s time to go into a village of hue mans and hybrids. I ran into a male hybrid of a parrot, he yelped in surprise and I helped him up. “ thank you, oh my little heart. I thought I saw a dragon hunting earlier and now I’m just very jumpy” “ no problem “ I said trying to talk their language best I could. “ you have quite a strange accent” “ you do as well “ “ I have British accent “ he said quite proud. Well mine is a dragonic accent but it’s not thick nor is it weird, I just click the last letters of the sentence. “ your clothes kinda look like mine “ “ I guess we both like sweaters” I said laughing nervously, I guess I stole

His clothes to camouflage. Is that there was so many red sweaters.

He flew off and I continued to walk around the village. I found a shop selling fake wings and rockets. I continue walking not needing fake wings nor any loud rockets. I found a bakery selling pie and bread, so I went inside just to be greeted a chest with a sign telling how much it was, but they used diamonds instead of gold. Oh well at least it’s shiny. boy, these hue mans are quite strange, with their money, food and nests. They burn their fish after they’re dead, I understand when they’re alive hue mans don’t make quite good hunters without their ‘weapons’. There weapons…

(Flash back)

“ no you can’t leave “ pleaded Koklo

“ sweet shine, we have to” said their mother

“ I know this will be rough on you two” their dad said sad

“We have to or the war going to come to us, and rather it far from you two.” Their mom said.

“Koklo will you protect your sister” their father said nearly crying

“Yes”

“ goodbye sweet shine “

They said transforming into hybrids carrying hue man weapons

(Flashback over)

“THAT WAS WHAT THEIR TACTIC” I yelled in excitement. “What was their tactic” a tall mustached man said confused, he had red stuff that looked too much like blood. I yelped in surprise. “Oh gosh I did not mean to scare you” he said. “It looks like you have blood all over you” “ hm, it’s just redstone” he said. Red stone hmm I think that’s the magic gem that activates tnt when you walk on it. The stuff on him looks like it may be ground up. “ the gem that activate tnt” I asked evily curious. “Oh my not another tnt gremlin” “ oh Nonono I’ve had my fair share of it when they blew into my home and kill my sister” “ who?” He asked. I have no one to trust, and this guy is one of the hue mans. So I lie “ demons” he raised an eye brow then lowered it, like he remembered something. “Well I have to get going, bye” “ bye” I said as the man flew away with some fake wings.

I left that place after I bought what I needed, I had found diamonds in a cave. I had found another cave somewhere else and decided to set up camp for the night. I at that moment realized that I left all my stuff at the war zone, not a ideal location

remember them

remember there lives

remember your life

I’m not died, but I should I should have died with Tasuma in a blaze of glory. Now I have no life to live, on the road with no plan nor family, friends or familiar faces. I turn in my nest slowly falling asleep with my horrid thoughts…

I woke up in a inky black void

I called out

No one is here…

But there is a person right there

I saw them dancing humming a song…

I called out again and again and again till my voice was dry and painful

They turned and said something in a different language that sounded foreign and non-human

B-but the figure looked human except the whole siloutute was inky void…

“ ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ ↸∷ᔑ ⊣𝙹リ” it warbles

I woke up with a familiar red substance on me not red stone that’s completely new, no it was blood. Why is there blood on me. I got up and went to a nearby stream and in my reflection my normaly blue eye was black, complete void. I muffled a scream while I looked at it I noticed my green eye was completely normal. “ that’s well.. um… interesting “ I said to myself

I washed the blood off my body and try to remember were my village was. I then decided that it was a better decision to just fly as an avian hybrid. Then I noticed my vision was weird like it was half and half. One was a barren wasteland with the grass gray and corrupt little bits floating, like it was all scorched by magic. The other was beautifully overgrown and had life and fauna everywhere little bits of light were floating. It all was weird it was still all an illusion she knew that the boulder next to the cave opening was always there but with their new way they saw this reality. The boulder on the left was graffitied and cracked in half, I tried to touch the crack but I just hurt my hand on the solid rock. In the right it was mossy and it had blooming vines with stunning flowers. After looking at the big rock in interest, I decided to go pack up my stuff and fly around.

I twisted into an avian hybrid with raven wings. I looked up to the night sky, it was cloudy and dark. “Perfect as long it doesn’t rain” I mumble happily. I stretched my wings and took off. It was amazing how flying feels, It is wonderful. I eventually spotted my village after a couple long hours. Even from up here you can see the blood dyeing the grass and gravel. ‘Cool ‘ I thought sarcastically. I dove and not very gracefully landed. Brushing the dirt off my face, I made sure that there were no hue mans left and then I popped into a hue man, dragon, ram hybrid. It felt natural and fluffy, I went into my destroyed house the explosion marks lines the intact walls. I took some belongings and mementos of my past life. I then realized the poachers didn’t take some the dead bodies, sure they are now just bones now but they deserved to at least have a funeral . So I spent the rest of the night preforming the dragonic rituals to send them to a peaceful afterlife. I eventually finished it was now day, I was so tired so I went instinctively back to my nest and slept.

The next day I woke up not wanting to open my eyes, but they still saw the world…

Wait a second did my vision change to normal.

I opened my eyes, wait were they no just open. Now my vision is spilt again. I sat there slowly blinking ignoring the strange voice in the background of my mind. “Well that’s really weird “ I said. Well I will just keep my eyes closed now instead having to keep trying to guess if what I’m seeing is real or not. Grabbing a pouch that I had packed some stuff into.

The stuff

photo of her, Galasi and Tasuma in human form

Hourglass charm (the one the healer had)

A necklace with a green gem

BATTLE AXE BABY

Dried fish

Koklo favorite book with a picture of her in it

I decided I would go visit the hourglass gardens and gather something other than dried fish. When I entered the garden my left eye started bleeding black void like blood. It felt so painful and weird like my whole left half of my head was set on fire and is being ripped off. I screeched in a panic then eventually fell to the ground passing out due to the rush of blood.

“ᓵ ᔑ リ ||𝙹⚍ ⍑ᒷᔑ ∷ ᒲᒷ” it said in a worried panic

“ I am just fine” I said trying to guess what they said

*awkward silence

Guess I’m wrong that was not the question. It did perk up a bit though then lowered, then Tried telling me again.

“ cAn yOu heAr mE” they said

“ yes”

“ goOd I CaN nOt rEaLly GeT THe CoRrECt pItCh” it laughed, then violently glitched for moment

“ were am I “ I asked

“ urm… I have no idea “ he said

“ well who are you then”

“ I am some one you will meet later “

“ am I not meeting you now”

“ no you are here so I can connect to your mind” it said blankly

“ is it ok if I start now” it said as if I would forget that they are trying to connect to my brain or something

“ sure “ I say without thinking

Then it started to burn me alive and it never hurt as I turned to inky void ash. My ashes kinda looked like the sand In saya. Being ash is weird, but who knows maybe it’s completely normal for hue mans. I laughed at that hue mans are kinda weak but really curious. It went to scoop me up and throw me into a hourglass, I blacked out and it said

“⊣𝙹𝙹↸ʖ||ᒷ ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ 𝙹リᒷ”

I woke up and realized that was a crazy dream. Then I rubbed my eyes and realized there was the inky black blood on my hand that had rubbed the left eye. I looked around and saw I was in the hourglass gardens. I got up a little bit shaky and started to pick berries, trying to forget the weird dream I had, I collected all the berries in the garden I went back to my house, because I didn’t have any where else. At my house I skimmed through the books we had. Hmm we got draconic spells, healing basics for all types of anatomy, sweet stories for hatchlings, scales and skin and the wish dealt dagger. Well these books seem useful except the hatchlings stories and scales & skin. I packed the books that may prove useful, like I was going anywhere. I went to bed after that, then I spent some time repairing the village and my house in the morning.

( couple years later)

I woke up in my lonely house. I have been practicing being in my hue man form and I have gotten comfortable enough to sleep in it. I spend all day transforming and then if I’m out of fish I go fish, quite a repetitive life and simple too. no one’s around to need anything or take care of except for me. I have gone a bit crazy but not to much just the voice talking to me, but that’s fine. Hm it’s pretty empty here…

“ IDEA!!!” my voice was quite crackly and dry from not talking for a long while

“ I-I could f-find other people t-to l-l-live with” I rambled to myself while stuttering in excitement. I shot into the air in excitement to finally have company, then landed sort of gracefully. I packed all my belongings and set off to search for kind people. I shall travel tomorrow, now I need fish. I dove into the river while smoothly transforming into an aquatic type of dragon. I bit down i on the fish and caught some more, then went to bed. I did not sleep that night because I was too ecstatic. I’m fine I’ve been up for three hundred thousand sixty thousand five thousand two hundred fifty days. Yes that was when I was sad, and it actually has made me a tad bit insane. I can stay up one night, us dragons are sturdy types we can stay in one place for decades and not move an inch, granted we are normally naps though the whole thing…

“ he didn’t try to reach him anymore it was useless he would never listen “ the voice said

“ I wish people would stop calling me a male “ I guess I’m gonna just talk to them

“ I’m terribly sorry little dragon, I was just talking to myself and completely unaware of your gender “ it said

“ it alright just why are you in my mind talking nonsense “

“ SO YOU HEARD ME” it said rather annoyed

“ yes “ i replied confused

They mumbled in a different language

“ sooo who are you “ I asked smoothly

“ I’m the one that is connected to you “

“ hmmm so is that why I have split vision “ I said eyes still closed because I wanted a easy day of not running to doors and etc.

“ oh so do you remember “

“ when I first got it or something else cus this has come out of nowhere “

It sighed quite deeply and annoyed

“ well then I’m gonna just go back to

trying to figure out where to go “ I said

“ alrighty” it simply replied

Then I went to the old maps in the village. These maps must be pretty old but the world has only changed a bit. I flew up and started following the map as best I could. There was a new village, I marked it and then marked some more new geography. I stopped when I saw a big village because it was getting to night, and I should I really get a better sleep schedule. So I went into a random pub with a resting place for guests. The owner was asking for ‘coins’ I assumed that they would ask for diamonds. Well um what do I do, I can’t ask what they are that’s gonna ruin my cover. So I went to the back and waited to see the currency used here. Eventually someone came and asked for a room, some rum and barley. Well I know what barley is it’s like wheat, it’s a grain. But what in the nether is rum, it sounds weird. Oh well, I found out ‘coins’ are gold morphed into a special type of shape. Kinda flat and round but it has walls on the sides. Now how do I get ‘coins’. I could do a heist and get punished… no the hue mans have weapons. Hmm I don’t know how to get ‘coins’, I could probably ask if I could do something for coins.

“ can i um help to get cuuns “ I asked

“ sure if ya wanna earn some coins” he said correcting my pronunciation

“Cuins, coun, coons, coins” said quietly to practice saying ‘coins’

“New here eh?” He asked

“Y-yes?” I answered I bit nervous

“ ok ya need the coins, yes. So I need ya to hunt these sheep cus ya look like ya know how ta hunt” he said gesturing to a herd of sheep

“ alright” I said happy

Ok well gotta bite the neck hard then wait till it dies… hue mans don’t do that though. Hmm Urm how do they hunt.

“ um man, you ain’t got any weapons “ he said blankly and confused

“ oh right I forgot, I got an axe” I said remembering hue mans use weapons for killing and hunting

“ k they in the field over there” he said again gesturing at the sheep

“ alright I’ll go kill’ em and bring to you” I said

I went up to a sheep with my axe, I wondered how to use it. Then I just slammed the axe down a sheep’s throat, the head chopped straight off. Well that answers that, I thought. Then I tried to slash instead of slamming, to keep the head on it. It bled out, I’m kinda scared of the sheer power that this axe can do. I left two sheep out of instinct, got to at least leave some.

I walked back to the pub with a bunch of bloody sheep on my shoulder. Every single person in that pub stared at the sheer amount of blood and sheep I caught. What’s so strange. Don’t hue mans hunt, and bring them back.

“ here’s the sheep” I said to the guy who told me to, slamming the sheep down

“ oh my goodness, I knew you were a good hunter” he said in shock at first then glee

“ well don’t y’all around here hunt” I said, I bit confused

“ yes but we don’t hunt over twenty“ he said

“ but I caught only fifteen “ I said more confused

“ we aren’t quite good at hunting, average’ere is bout two whole sheep”

“ oh my..” I said a bit nervous

“ well you did quite well, ere’s ya pay”

He said quite happily that I had caught twenty sheep.

“ thank you “ I said taking the coins from him

“ now you would like a room, any food or drinks”

“ no thank you “ I said

He showed me to my room and then left me to sleep or do anything I’d like. I gazed at the door it had a strange thingy. I touched it, Oooo it turned. I left it in the turned state, then tried to walk out the door and slammed straight into it. I swore I had just opened it, wait it’s the thingy it trapped me in. This is useful information, I thought happily. I undid the thingy. I went back into the food section of the pub, and unpacked my food. It was raw rish and some river water, why in the world is people so curious about my food. I really should read up on hue mans.

“ sir why do ya ave uncooked fish and water” a young child asked disgusted

“ well it’s my favorite food from home” I replied simply

His face retorted in disgust and his mother shooed him and said that was disrespectful. I went back to my room and flipped the thingy to make sure nobody was coming in. I transformed into a more comfortable form with my scales, horns, dragon wings and tail showing. I made a click noise in comfort, it felt so good to finally be in a normal state. I remembered the training classes we took.

( flashback)

“ ok so you know the two types of transformations. One is ka sama , it uses a lot of energy and is uncomfortable. And the second is magan, it is more comfortable and less energy and focus used. Ka sama is good for being disused in to a small group of animals, but it is gets harder after a while. Magan is more comfortable but it will have more of dragon and your kan animal’s elements. So now let’s transform into our kan animals.” The teacher said

We all did as told. I transformed into a ram, Galasi a rabbit, Tasuma a cat. My family was always a Bovine of some kind. sometimes we were bullied and they threw grass at us, but we weren’t Bothered. If they kept throwing grass I would ram them since koklo doesn’t have horns. I’m a ram she is a doe. Our dad was also Bovine. Mom was an horned owl and dad was a bison. It was always random. I guess I got some avian in my genes too. Man I miss them, why did they leave

( flashback over)

I guess that’s why I so easily transformed into an avian. I had to get some rest before finding some new neighbors. So with that I started making a nest. What was the purpose of putting them on a squishy table. Oh well I made an adequate nest, and fell asleep.

“ ello little one “ it said

“ Rello voice in my head “ I said

“ remember that ‘dream’ you had “

“ must of forgotten because all I remember is you talking about it “ I said playing dumb because that had never happened

“ well that was not a dream we are connected “ it said nonchalantly

“ ok well why are we connected and who in the world are you “ I said

“ well all know me in different ways “

“ ok how do I know you “

“ well I am saya, that hourglass you named. I am also time, death and illusions “

“ ok umm that’s kinda concerning. We ever since we were kids and found the hourglass gardens, WHERE PLAYING NEXT TO DEATH. “ I said

“ yes” they said so calmly

“ my gosh “ I said having some sort of a panic attack

“ it’s ok there fine now”

“ there died”

“ so you know the human after life. It’s kinda like that”

“ there is many different religions in the hue man culture, heck they have different cultures too” I said a bit confused on which one

“ all of them “

“ ahh even the ones without a religion”

“ yes”

“ cool”

“ anyway my name is saya has you named me. I have never actually had a dragonic name only human names. Like Father Time, the grim reaper, hades, anubis, hecate and many others. “ saya said

“ well we only named you a s name is for the sand in the hourglass” I said completely honest

“ well do you know what it means in older dragonic, sea drake. “

“ what does it mean in sea drake”

“ death” he said dramatically

“ wow what a coincidence “ I said like the author did not know

“ before you go again little lamb, I will assure you that their happy”

“ who” I said

“ℸ ̣ ᔑ ᓭ⚍ᒲᔑ ⊣ᔑ ꖎᔑ ᓭ╎ ᔑ リ↸ ꖌ𝙹ꖌꖎ𝙹” it said

I woke up. Time to get some friends.

I went down stairs and gave the guy the room key. I then set off to find some people. Some were close to town I met a dog, in a field not far from town.

“ hello there, wanna set some fire” the dog said

“ ello there talking dog, sure as long as it’s safe because you seem young.” I replied worried about why that was their first go to to talk about.

“ oh also sir why do you have your eyes closed “ the pup asked

“ oh I’m not a male, I am I female “ I corrected the dog

“ oh, but you look like a male human to me though “

“ let’s just go back to the question what was it “

“ why do you close your eyes”

“ erm there kinda scary and I don’t wanna scare people “ I said at least it was sort of the truth.

“ okie, wanna go set fire now :3 “ it said making me feel a jolt of pain

“ how did you say that and also sure”

“ imma magic dog I can do what ever I want >:3” it said proudly. More pain

“ oh wow, what do you wanna set fire to”

“ villagers”

“ NOOO”

“ they no gib me food = f i r e”

“ please stop talking like that I prefer your normal grammar “ I said, it hurt more and more

“ okie, Soo what a bout this fire work”

The dog pointed to a ‘firework’ labeled tnt

“ sure, do you need a flame”

“ yep”

“ ok lemme prepare “

“ what ya gonna do”

“ fire?” I said a tad confused

“ like breath it” the pup said equally confused

“ yeah”

“ wow I thought only dragons could do that “ it said amazed

“ hmm would you like to see the magic trick “ I said. Might as well make it out as magic instead of tell her I’m a dragon yet

“ well duh”

“K” I said then I started to shoot out some of my flammable gas from a gland in the pouches of my cheeks. Then I started to create sparks with a natural igniter in the back of my throat. Combine them together, fire.

The tnt lit making a hissing noise. I backed up as fast as I could. Then noticed that the dog was not moving, I dove in and picked her up. I threw her away to safety, but then behind me it blew up. Wow that is painful. My back was badly hurt. The tnt sticks definitely burnt my skin and maybe some flesh. I was bleeding quite a bit. I just learned just how painful that bomb was. I am going to just lie here for a while. meanwhile the dog is just sitting there kinda traumatized. Her eyes wide kinda like a doodle. I continued to lie there with my eyes continuing to be closed. I wish my eye lid would block the world out like they normally would. I weakly raised my arms to cover my arms. Eventually the dog came over to check on the beat up dragon that is me.

I got up after a while, weird the pup is still here.

“ are you alright mr” the dog said

“ miss, and I’m fine ” I said weakly. Though it is probable it’s gonna scar

“ do you need a healer”

“ no I’m fine like I said”

“ your back is badly burned and your bleeding”

“ I’m fine” i said stubbornly but still kind towards the young pup

“ alright, do you need any help”

“ yeah I may need help up”

Then the pup transformed in to a hue man in a dog costume. And gave me a hand that I gladly accepted. After I got up I thanked her and asked if she would like to come with me to find more people to live in a safe haven.

“ I would gladly mam”

“ well do you know anyone that would like to come”

“ nope” she said quite gleefully

“ do you know anyone “

“ I know you “

“ fair enough “

“ well I know the land pretty well “

“ Alright you can show me around here. I only have old maps”

“ okie”

“ LET SET OFF NOW” I said in a booming and bold voice. I am quite excited

And with that we set off in a random direction. Me following behind the hue man form of the pup. She shortly went back into a dog. She sniffed the air intensely.

“ where are we going again” the small pup said

“ where ever you think “ I replied

A little later she had found a new village this on had no hue mans as far as I could tell. Interesting it seemed to be a village of cats but they could stand on two paws , and were about as tall as a hue man. I went up to paid for an inn and food. Cats looking at from everywhere.

“ let me pay for the inn I have plenty of cooins left” me saying coins still is a bit off. I had plenty left

“ I don’t think you need coins here” the pup said blankly

“ huh, what do you think they use “

“ salmon “

“Ok I can catch some in a river somewhere “

“ there is one over ‘ere”

“Nice”

The pup shortly showed me to a river with lots of salmon. Then pulled a fishing rod out of nowhere.

“ how did you do that” I asked amaze and slightly confused

“ cartoon logic “ the pup answered simply

“ also I don’t think I told you my name, I am falkor”

“ I’m bementine, bem for short”

So bem eh that’s the pups name. What a creative name. I dove in to the river she had shown me, completely forgetting that that there was a pup there. i smoothly transformed into my aquatic form. I caught quite a bit of fish, both for food and currency.

“ w-woah y-y-your a d-dragon “ she said in fear

“ uh oh “ I said, about to bolt

“ it ok, I’m not scared”

“ well now you know I’m a dragon, but don’t worry I’m not a danger to you “

“ let’s just go to the inn and rest”

So with that we left, me still having somewhat of a panic attack

She knows

She is completely fine

It’s fine

Is it fine

Sheee knows

My thoughts taunting me. My breathing was kind of off and fast.

It’s fine. if I pretend it is fine and that I’m not freaking out. I will be fine. It’s ok. I was still a little tense but bem did not notice me having a panic attack. At least I’m not a burden to her. Before going back to the village I transformed into a ram on its hind legs. Back when I was living alone I practiced walking on these hooves. I got the hang of running too.

When we went up to our room I decided to shear some of my wool like hair. It grew in really fast and it was kinda thick, it’s always been like that. I bet some one could make a whole blanket if I sheared enough off, It would be easy to dye too. Hmm�� maybe. Once my hair was at a nice level of short, I shortly realized that the pup was hue man again. Bem was just chilling, chewing on a random bone. It was about time for dinner, so I popped some dried raw fish into my mouth. I offered some leftover sheep that I had also dried to the pup. Dry food is not very good tasting but it was good for long term storage. After she had kindly said no I went to bed.

In the morning we went down stairs and there was not just cats today there were many animals standing on their hind legs. They must have been asleep or hunting. There was another ram there, we made eye contact. Then suddenly we both rammed into each other, bumming head and horns. this is a custom in the bovine culture that I have inherited. Eventually we got stuck and needed help. In the bovine culture it is like a hello or fist bump a way to raise spirits. A nice doe helped us get unstuck.

“ Ello there im zedaph, zed for short”

“ hello I am falkor “

“ so falkor, do you live here or are you adventuring”

“ adventuring , I assume you are too”

“Yep gotta find new cave for red stone for machines back home”

“ ha, I gotta find a new home “

“What happened “

“ hue mans”

“Humans?”

“ yeah hue mans destroyed my home and murdered my village folk” I said calm, but he was completely shocked

After that we peacefully went back to a peaceful conversation. He talked about his village, how it had hue mans peacefully living with hybrids and animals. It sounded like the first village I found near wear I had lived. With the fake wings and the parrot hybrid. Eventually the doe that helped us joined in.

“ hi my name is gem and I also live there.” The doe said

“ oh yeah this is geminitay, gem for short” zed said

“ well we have to be going “

“ we?”

“ me and bem. Oh bem whey were you not talking with us”

“ you rammed heads with a random stranger violently, then had very calm conversation and built quick friendship” she said clearly annoyed that she had no idea what just happened

Me, zed and gem started laughing like crazy. I just sound like I was clicking a button but that’s just how I laugh. Zed was laughing in a deep voice and like a maniac. Gem was laughing politely and sweet.

“ it’s a custom greeting between bovines, manly the ones with horns “ I said in between laughs

Then I noticed that gem had horns, only males had horns. Accept for some females but that was rare . Is it rude to ask for their pronouns, I’ll ask.

“ hey gem, may I ask about your pronouns or gender “

“ oh I am she/ they “

“ ok I was wondering because I am they/her but I was born male so I have horns. I did not want to be rude”

“ oh it is completely ok, I was born female. Oh I have a question for you “

“ ok what is it”

“ how have you seen us the whole time with your eyes closed”

“Erm i actually have no idea “

“Lies lies” it said

“ please shut up saya “

“ no also you can here me but they can’t “

“Who’s saya “ zedaph asked a little concerned

“ umm what I call my conscience” I lied

“ weird” bem pointed out

“ a little “ I said

“ I believe we were going to leave” bem said a little inpatient with my talking with random strangers

“ oh yeah”

After that we left for real this time. I said bye to zed and gem. We were a little ways away from the town and stumbled across a cat practicing transformation magic. kinda failing… miserably, very miserably. They barely made their fur different colors. Should I help this guy… no but I can not stand how terrible he is. So I walked up and started explaining how the magic of transformation works, and yes I studied how different species do it.

“ WO WO WO PLEASE STOP” he said

“ but why “

“ BECAUSE YOU ARE A COMPLETE STRANGER THAT KNOWS TO MUCH ON TRANSFORMING “

“ oh yeah, sorry I got caught up in trying to help you. I am falkor”

“ ok well why in the world did you just scare me and then start lecturing me”

“ sorry” I said embarrassed

“ you could of done a much better prank than school”

“ w-what “ I said laughing and completely shocked

“ anyway I am romanininiarobo the twenty third, Roman for short”

“ why the heck does everyone have such a long name”

“ I don’t know “

“ falllllkorrrrr stop talking to random strangers “ bem wined

“ how do you think I will get people to live in a neighborhood with me”

“ ✨MAGIC ROBOT✨” bem screeched

“ hmm ok but like living people “

“ the neather yall talking bout “ Roman asked

“ oh yeah wanna join” I asked

“ JOIN WHATTT” Roman asked

“ new village imma start” I said cooly

“ sure I have kinda been banished from like I don’t know most of the villages on this island and a few others”

“ 👍 “ bem said

“ ok how do you do that” Roman said

“ cartoon logic and

✨comedy magic ✨” she said

“ it always gives me a sharp pain in my stomach when you talk like that” I said

“ ✨😈😈😈😈😈🫠🫠🫠🙃🙃🙃✨”

I started clutching my stomach in severe pain, my eyes filling with tears. Then I started to cough up some blood. Eventually it had stopped but when it did bem had a wicked cold smile on her face.

“ WHAT WAS THAT FOR” I yell

“ hehehehe” she giggled innocently

“ THE HECKLES JUST HAPPENED” Roman yelled in a horrified voice

Both me and bem then started to laugh at his grammar in a panic. I coughed a little more blood but not a concerning amount as last time.

“ well Bems cartoon talk makes me ill to were I start violently coughing up blood “

“ power >:3 “

“ please stop” I said weakly

“ 🥺 pls”

“ madam I am coughing up most of my blood and am nearly on the brink of passing out due to blood loss.”

“ :(“

I coughed up more blood and passed out. While I was falling I heard both of them panic.

“ little dragon how do you always pass out because of blood loss” saya asked quite worried

“ blood loss” I said

“ how do you end up losing like more then half your blood then wake up about four hours later a little weak “

“ I have no idea dude”

“ falkor you’re not heathy “

“ eh lose blood, then get back to work”

“ falkor that’s not good you are going to die if you do this more”

“ how can you tell” I said completely dumb

“ did you forget I am death”

“ but like how can you tell about my health “

“ well anyone that has been watching you knows “

“ I think my blood lose is effecting my brain processing” I said weakly

“ yes, it is quite obvious. You flipping forgot I am death”

“ ha kind of weird I am always talking to death in my dreams”

“yeah kinda ironic”

“W-w-what d-do you m-mean”

“ I have to go now but when you wake please rest”

“ but I’ve already been restinggg” i wined

“ falkor you lost a lot of blood and need nutrients “ he said in a stern tone

“Hurph” I huffed

“ bye little one”

I woke up in a cave with magic healing stuff around me. Some crystals were floating around my head. They were pretty and shiny ooo. I realized I am probably pretty loopy but I don’t care.

“ he is up” Roman said

“ their up” bem corrected

“ what”

“ falkor is they/her”

“ hrmph she looks male”

“ ok she is still up”

“ oh yeah”

They rushed up towards me and told me to eat a random piece of rock. They were both very shocked when I ate it

“ w-what the heck I meant the berries on the rock. It was like a plate”

“ THAT WAS FLIPPIN WEIRD” bem yelled exited

“ at least it was good” i said positive

“ how did you bite straight through the rock”

“ aren’t your jaws strong “

“ well apparently no”

“ mine are :3”

I violently coughed no more blood to cough up

“ how long was I out”

“ about two minutes “

“ new record “ I laughed

“ HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU PASS OUT” they both asked in unison

“ I don’t know and I don’t care by now “

“ you should probably drink some water and eat something salty “

“ I got leftover water and I have dried food”

I pulled out my dried lamb and fish, and also river water.the cat gave me some salt I just chucked some salt in my water and drank it. They both retorted their faces when i drank the water.

“ what” I asked

“Did you have to dump salt in the water” Roman said

“No but it taste good “

“ ew, salt water is not very good for you “ said bem

“ oi, bem why did you continue to talk the way that makes me sick”

“ I actually don’t know, I was possessed”

“ that makes two of us eh” I chuckled

“ wHaT” Roman said with a very confused and cracked voice

“ I am also curious “ bem said in a weird tone

“ it’s nothing. I’m fine” I said

“ is this how you are seeing without opening your eyes “ Roman said connecting the dots

“ do y’all wanna see my eyes then it’ll explain a lot “

“ yes please “ the pup said

“ yes “ Roman said

So I opened my eyes, my left one started leaking some of the void. As normal when opening it and my other eye just opened like normal.

“ wow your eyes are so cool “ bem said

“ thank you, I got it when it happened “

“ what happened “ Roman said a little to curious

‘Curiosity killed the cat’ I muttered then said “ poachers found my home and started killing everyone”

“ oi don’t think I did not hear what you muttered “ Roman said mocking being offended

“ in this case your safe for now”

“ hey falkor aren’t you like very low on blood “

“ yeah, I am used to it”

“ go get some rest you strange ram”

“ oi it’s weird and strange ram to you mister”

I went to bed. I was used to falling asleep with my eyes feeling like they’re open, A tad to much. I wake up in a different place too much without remembering falling asleep.

In the morning no one else was awake. I took a walk, making sure to leave a note saying that I was on a walk or maybe hunting. I transformed into a semi normal human hybrid I had gotten used to. How long have I not been me, a dragon, my actual appearance of scales and wings. How long was it, well it will be longer because Roman doesn’t know yet. I walked into a forest and I remembered the semi familiar smells and textures in this forest.

Memories faded

Living every day till I die

With the same fake smile, jaded

Bored of life and the complexed mess

Oh but no you can leave you have family and friends

But that all ends

Eventually

My eye starts bleeding again with the thoughts that were never mine, they can’t be mine. I need to live for them…

(Flashback)

“ sweet shines you ready”

“ yes moma “ we said in unison

“ ok we got motu, Koklo and falkor”

“ moma we are all here “ koklo said annoyed

“ falkor is missing “ motu said blankly

“ OI IM RIGHT HERE” I said annoyed at them constantly saying I’m short

“ ohhhhh your so short for a male” my brother said

“ I knoww but I’m only 10”

“ motu stop bullying falkor, sweet shines”

“Ok but why does he act like a female “

“ that’s just how he acts “

“ I also wish to be female “ I said nervous

*everyone gasps*

“Sweet shine would you like to be a female “

“ yes, but sometimes I feel that I would never be welcomed”

( new flash back)

“ you will never be a female like us”

“ you are not even a good male”

“ you will never be welcome or expected “

They started to claw and attack me. I did not care I deserved it. The blood dripped from the fresh cuts they made on my body some deep enough to make scars. A reminder that I will never be good enough, a reminder of that I will never be expected. I grinned sadly knowing that they’re right, knowing I will forever belong nowhere.

“ why are you happy”

“ I know you’re just giving me scars to remind me that I will never be female nor male just a thing no one care about “

“ good, so you know why they left you “

“ they left for war, and my brother died”

“ you know how he died”

Tears filled my eyes, as I said “ he died because he was done, Done with life done with the pain, done with the happiness that barely made life worth it”

“ no it was because you were never good enough, he was tired of living in an existence with you. No not just tired he hated it, he was disgusted by your very existence “ she lied but it hurt more than anything because I believed it

“ now get out of my sight you worthless idiot “

( flashback done)

I have to live for them. They died, but they need me to live. I need to find a way to fix this. I laughed at the last flashback there were no actual people attacking her no people telling me this, It was all me. I look at my scars, they were real. I touched them remembering why they are there. They were and my stomach, neck, arms, legs and back thought they are covered with new scars from when I met bem. It was oddly comforting touching all my scars.

I heard a low growl. Suddenly a big wolf jumped up at me. Clawing at my face, and getting a lucky shot deeply cutting my left cheek. I changed my hands to talons and started slashing and stabbing the massive wolf with my talons. Then out of nowhere the ‘wolf’s’ mouth extended and split into teeth filled fourths. Now the ‘wolf’ had a mouth that was spinning and was in fourths, getting a little too close to my throat, cutting the flesh.I changed my whole right arm into a stone sharp blade, and the other was holding my neck. I stabbed its side while it got a deep cut across my torso. that hurts a lot with my bleeding face but i don’t care they did worse. I stabbed its side with more force and kept my arm in there. after my arm was in the bloody side of this ‘wolf’ and started jerking it as hard as I could while it was attacking. Eventually it fell off of me due to the big bloody hole I had made into its rib cage. Wow looks like I broke some of its ribs. Then the deep cuts on my body started to sting from my sweat during the attack. I clutched the bleeding wounds to try to stop it from bleeding more.

“ why was I born with so much blood “ I muttered angrily

“ cause ya need it “ saya said

“ hello again saya” I said happy

“hello fellow existing thing “ he said

“ is that the only the thing we are that connects us”

“ well I am not a dragon, I am not technically alive, I do not live on earth, I am all gendered.”

“ what’s that last one got to anything with what we can’t connect on”

“ I don’t know, just that you may be wondering “ she he they and it said

“ I was actually “

“ nice, so that wolf”

“ what the heck was that”

“ yeeeeah that mayyy of beeen a friend of mine that you killed “ I little like they were trying to deliver bad news but didn’t want you freak out

“…eh ?” I said so confused

“ there name was siranya in dragonic, or in English fear”

“ siranya is reeal “ I said in disbelief

Siranya was a very horrifying traitor of the gods in dragonic religions. She ate young children in any species, unless they had a nertherite weapon. In our village we had all had nertherite weapons in our homes, if we were going out and were under 17 we had a weapon. Of course I had one with me on this venture but I had forgotten it in my bag.

“ falkor you are wounded go and treat them”

“ but she is real and I murdered her”

“ yes she is real , but no she will always exist fear will always exist. Just in a new host”

“ I will go and treat these wounds and probably get some food “

“ ok little one”

I was still clutching my bloody tattooed torso. I shifted my tattoos to my right hand and changed them to be a wolf.

My shirt was ripped and tattered, I didn’t care. My face was loosely bleeding. In my bloody state my eyes were open and the left on was also leaking some of its void. Man I am a mess. I saw a river and then I washed the blood off of me and the dirt. I was clean now, so I started to walk back to the cave we had camped in shapeshifting into the form Roman knows me by. They were both awake and worried.

“ where the nether did you go “ Roman asked

“ first off language, second on a walk.” I answered

“ you look so beat up what happened“ bem said

“ oh yeah had a run in with a crazy wolf”

“ hmm okie :3”

I felt a jolt of pain in my stomach so I clutched. In turn made my torso bleed more when I let go.

“ can you please pass the bandagings” I asked weakly

Without a word Roman passed the bandages. I rapped them around my shoulder and stomach, then my face, after that my neck that I was clutching from in the middle of the fight. I was bleeding less now but the bandages helped.

“D-did you have a good walk” Roman said a scared to say that

“ yeah” I said sarcastic

“Lol” bem said

“ ouch please stop that”

“ sorry that’s how my possession shows, through my speech “

“ oof that ruff mine is my eye “

“ weirdos”

“ oi cat boy, I didn’t choose this”

“ I did” bem said sad

“ why”

“ I-I w-wanted to-o m-make m-my pack mate t-to laugh”

“ aw sugar gem, it’s ok” I said then suddenly I turned into a raven hybrid

“ HA I KNEW IT YOU ARE A DRAGON OR A SHAPESHIFTER “

“Y-yeah I am”

“ are we just gonna ignore the fact that falkor just turn full mother bird mode” bem said

Then I noticed that I had my wings wrapped around bementine. I warbled a comforting bird noise.

“ erm what do we do, falkor is full on bird mode” bem asked

I tried to talk but I only chirped

“ well something triggered the young dragon “ Roman said though I am older than him

“ I think it was why I wanted to be possessed “

I chirped loudly trying to say that that was it

“ I think you’re right bem”

“ how do we get them back into a normal form”

I hopped over to my pouch, and used my beak to push open it. I dragged out a book called Dragonic spells. They continued to talk about how they were going help me. I chirped an angry chip.

“ Oi we are trying to help falkor, falkor”

Roman said

“ wait she got something “ bem said

“CHIRRRP” I said

“Oh a book”

“ BOOOOOK BURN IT” bem hissed

“ the nether”

I nipped Roman with my little bird beak

“Ha “

They picked up the book and read out a spell.

“ apple of lies

Liquid of truth

SHOW THE TRUE FORM OF THIS THINGY BOB” they both said then Roman broke a glass of the liquid of truth on me. I popped into my dragon form.

“Ooh this feels soo good to be in my normal form again ooo” I said

“ how long has it been”

“ eh couple hundred years “

“‘0-0 wat” bem said making me cough up some blood, but it’s now normal

“bementine please stop” Roman asked I assume he doesn’t like the sight of blood much

“ I will try my best”

I stretched my back out catlike getting lots of back cracks. I have not done that since the morning of the blood filled day.

“What’s up people I don’t know in a cave” a pale gray skinned elf hybrid asked

“ sup” Roman said chill

“ ello “ I said not remembering I am in dragon form

“ hi” bem said

“ wait a second “ I said then started my panicking. My breathing starting getting fast and erratic. My head was full of panic. it started to get heavier and heavier. I felt kinda weird my head felt full and empty at the same time. I think I am light headed. I fell over and my head hit stone ground. I was fully awake I closed my eyes. But I still saw the blood leak out of my head.

“…is he ok” the elf asked

“Probably, she is used to passing out due to blood loss” bem said

“ I am still awake “ I said very weak

“ go back to sleep “ Roman said jokingly

“ no I don’t wanna” I wined weakly

Then I actually did fall asleep.

“ ello there little dragon “

“ Rello saya”

“ I have nothing to say this time”

“ nor do I “

“ well imma go back to watching “

“ ok I’ll explore the void”

I flew around the void turns out it is a big room that reflects void. I learned this the hard way, turns out flying fast into a void like wall hurts. I noticed that the ceiling way rock, bed rock. That also hurts to fly into.

“ hey, little one come over here”

“ ok what is it “ I asked flying or swimming over there

“It is what’s happening in y’all’s reality” showing me a window with my corpse and the other people worried

“ oh that’s quite cool”

“ here’s what’s happening in another one” he said showed me a new window. With a familiar parrot hybrid with lots of purple eyes on him and surrounding him. he had lots of blood on him, and an unnaturally big smile. It was offsetting

“W-wow t-this is interesting “ i said with pure fear of that watcher

“ I think it’s time to wake up little one”

“ bye bye “

I woke up with blood on me, probably from the flying straight into walls at full force. Interesting pain transfers. Wait no this is not my blood. WHO THE HECKS BLOOD IS THIS. Wait were is the others. I got up and realized they’re dead. I had killed them…

I instinctively grinned, this was all to wrong why was I proud.

“Oops wrong reality hehe” saya said

“ umm wHat” I said

I woke up, with hopefully my blood on me. I stood up fast checking if my new friends were still alive. They were and so was the elf, who is a future friend I have planned on.

“ AHHH” the elf said

“ falkor your still low on blood, take it slow” bem said in tired tone

“ ok, should I introduce myself” I asked the elf

“ yeah you probably should “ the elf said jokingly

“ I am falkor, as you may of release I am a dragon”

“ I am known as Harlow to you, I am a elf human hybrid “

“ ooooo we got a hybrid here now” Roman said teasing her on instinct

“ I am a hybrid” I said

“ of what” bem said

“ well I come from a long line of bovines and avians but those are kan animals, I am not a species hybrid but a kan hybrid. So technically I am not a hybrid “ I explained

“ what in the world is a kan animal “ harlow asked

“ a kan is like um your secondary species but i guess I have two”

“ what are your kan animals “ Roman asked

“ um a ram and raven”

“ Emoooo” Harlow teased

“ eh ?”

“ EMOOOO” she continued

“ what does that mean “ I wined

“ emo” Harlow said blankly

“ ok…” I said defeated

“Well I think we should start heading off” Roman said

“Were y’all off to” Harlow asked

“ we are off to find a good place to build a village “ I answered

“ can I live there, I kinda wanna move”

“ sure, you can come along and join us”

“ sweet”

With that we set off, peacefully planning what we are gonna do i this new village. We walked through several different types of biomes. there were several new smells and textures, bem

Probably smells this kind of stuff better than I could. Roman and Harlow don’t have as sharp noses as me and bem. Roman probably has the most sensitive ear, though we all have better hearing than hue mans. Me I have the most overwhelming touch , I can feel most things people can’t. Harlow probably has taste, i heard elf’s have the most taste buds than anyone. Eventually we found a wonderful savanna biome with a big diving point. I found a cool cave and started moving in. Harlow moved into the cave next to me, bem living next to her, Roman living in an abandoned tower on top of harlows home.

( couple years later)

“ COME TO FALKOR’S FLAMING FRESH FOOD PLACE” I said as loud as I could. I am advertising my restart.

“ ooh I smell meat” bem said

“ Oi falkor that’s too loud for my ears “ Roman said

“ coming “ Harlow said

I let them in and asked for the orders.

Orders

bem wants sugar covered meat

Harlow wants potatoes

Roman would like me to be quiet and some soup

Ok I got the orders. I went down to the kitchen and started cooking, I put coals in the furnace then ignited them. I put the food in there. The food finally finished and I went back upstairs . I gave the hungry people the food.

“Why did you put mayonnaise on the side of all our food “ Harlow asked

“ does it not go with all food” I ask

“ your mayoral campaign should be mayo mayor “ Harlow laughed

(More Couple years later)

“ harlooow” I said

“ yes, mayo mayor “ said the vice mayor

“ what are we going to do about Roman spawning these illusion structures, I have already sprained my wing falling through one”

“ let’s temporarily remove his magic till he takes them down “

“NOOOOOO” the cat wined

“Well a time out won’t get rid of the giant structures “ I said rubbing my still hurt wing

“Fine” he sigh allowing us to feed him a soup

“There now you’re magic is gone just tell me when there down and I’ll check “ I said

“ that was good soup”

“ I am a self taught cook, though I still need some advice “

“ I SAID THATS GOOD SOOOUUUP” he yelled at my

“ falkor just take the fluffing complement “ Harlow said laughing

“Ok back to business though, all that agree to take Roman’s magic say aye”

“ wait didn’t i already take the soup”

“ that was normal soup” I say

“ falkor why did you have a random bowl of soup on you” Harlow asked tired

“ soup” I say

“ any way say aye if we take Roman’s magical magic “

“ aye “ I said

“Aye” Harlow said

“ aye “ said graham the nine tail fox

“ aye” said rod the mole man

“Aye” said cali

“ we are missing one aye, bem we’re you paying attention to this whole meeting “ I asked

“ huh ?” Bem said

“ just say aye “ cali said

“ okie ✨aye✨”

“ the community has decided your fate Roman”

“ EAT THE MAGIC SOUP” bem, cali and graham chant

I handed Roman the magic soup, he drank. His purple eye retreated back to his normal blue eyes and his siamese cat patterned fur changed to black. His robes stopped glowing.

(A couple extra years more)

“ and done” I said to no one

I had just finished my lab, I will start trying to regain the dragon species. I my other attempt’s failed but I’m sure this one will work. We had gotten the ender dragon egg. yes jean was killed but she was already dead long before we took her on. Look she has a robot to challenge hue mans to steal her egg. I have the egg now. I hook them up to an incubator. I smiled as i am sure this will work

( more years later)

They’re all gone, at least they’re happy. Bem left to become a jester or as she said a comedian. Harlow left to live in the shadow realm and become queen. Roman is a royal mage. Cali opened a candy shop. Rod is a billionaire mole man. Grahams become a ninja fox. They’re still alive and happy, I look up to the sky wondering if they’re happy.

‘don’t worry they are little dragon’ saya says

It always comforts me, I wish I could be with them. I went into my home and got out a book at random. Today I am reading The Wish Dealt Dagger.

*the wish dealt dagger

This dagger is a mysterious myth it is hidden in a valley. It uses the wishers life for a wish, the wisher cannot wish for more life nor infinite life. It is some were in the valley of dibertsioa.

Huh grants a wish eh. interesting, I would wish for more dragons in the world since I’m pretty sure I’m the only one left, and the egg didn’t work. But who’s says this is just a normal dagger. What is if it doesn’t exist. Well I am lonely anyway, time to go on an adventure. I left following the map on the book. It was nearby, it will only be about thirteen days. I packed my stuff and left a sign for no one in particular just saying I’m probably not coming back. And also it says bye to my friend who probably won’t see it. So I sent a message through our little messaging system. They look like little tomogachi. I set off not even going to sleep. I walked through the cool savanna air, and the muddy grass.

(Thirty days later)

That took longer than expected. I am in the valley now. I see a big old hole, I hopped in. Still ignoring the constant messages on my messenger, I knew they were worried and I told them I am going away. I had said bye

<bem>: falkor are you ok

<falkor>: yes I am fine I am just leaving

<Harlow>: were r u goin

<Roman>: falkor?

<bem>: FALKOR?

<Harlow>: kor?

<falkor>: thank you all for everything

<bem>: NOOO FALKOR NOOOO

<falkor>: good bye…

<Roman>: rip

<Harlow>: FALKOR DONT DO IT

<falkor>: goodbye 👋

I looked at there messages sadly. It’s for the best of the dragon species. I took the dagger and raised it up and it pierced through my heart…

I no longer live, I was just had no thoughts, I am gone.

<falkor>: goodbye 👋

<Harlow>: NOO

<Roman>: …

<bem>: NOOO

<game>:Samantha ThaCat was killed by SamanthaThaCat using {The Wish Dealt Dagger}

<roman>: frick, this was real

<bem>: yeah she’s really gone :(

<Harlow>: imma go cry now

<bem>: already doing it 😎

(POV some random dragon child)

“ that is how we are here now thousands of years later “ the teacher said

Man this is not a story to tell small children like us. I flew home. I loved my family they were manly bovines and avians. great grandmother falkor was in our family but she is dead now.

( pov you)

You wake up in the tavern and the hourglass dude was still ranting about random dragons. You had a really bad headache. Still thinking about your dream you ask the man who he was

“ I am saya, death, Father Time, I am nonsense. goodbye now L̶̞̟̜̈́ī̴͖̩͋͐͐̑͐͆͐͐̄t̴͖̔̈́͝͝t̸̙͖͔̊̚͜ļ̷̞̩̠̦̐́̂͂͑͂̑̈͝e̴͓̱̓̑͒̋ ̶̹̩͌̽̄̕̕d̸̤̮̻͚̥͎̖̱̫̏͛̂̅̓͋̇̿͒͝r̵̫̘͖̣͂͊͐̾̀̈̀̚a̵̧̛̪͕̼̺͍̒̋̅̄g̴̱̜̘̦̰͙̈́̓͋͌͗͜͠o̴̱̤̞̘͔̳̲̬͓͐̉̈͑͝͝n̵̛͉͈̗͚͓̖̪͇͚̅̍̓̍̆̅͒̕ͅ “it said

And that was the end of the story

#Dragonic melodies

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✨part two✨

Okay BESTIE INDEPENDENT WAS SO GOOD!!! Idk where to begin tbh! He’s so wild for saying he loved her the first day he met without even asking her on a date first?! Crazy but I love him 😊 oh and you know I love when you throw in multiple tropes! Okay so I really felt for this MC :( I mean duh I literally always find something relatable to them lol anyways I felt so bad for her, everyone NEEDED her and I kinda felt bad because my girl was being used :( even if some didn’t do it with the “bad” intentions my girl is just being taken advantage of 😭(idk why I was so hurt I’m probably just projecting my own shit lol ) ANWAYS HE NAMED HER POPPY😭😭😭 he obviously “kitten” named dropped on the first day but him wanting a special nickname for her is just so 😭 all of this was giving rom com vibes especially when he would ask her out and his little moments of him never really giving up!! My heart BROKE when she was explaining why should couldn’t date anymore💔 and it’s so valid especially for he constantly giving her all! No one should settle for less though bc there are people who will love you the way they need too!! Anyways for some reason the MC was constantly giving me major Tulips vibe lol idk why but for some reason she reminded me of that story! ALSO loved the way it ended with them both being a bit sick and just finding comfort within each other 😭 such a sweet ending loved this one shot!!!!! So so good bestie!!!

I’m so OBSESSED that you’ve found a new book bf bc from what you told me about that basketball one this hockey one must be SO GOOD!! What are your fave things about this man?!?

Now my absence lol bestie I had to travel for a funeral lol I’m fine don’t worry like not even sad tbh! Anyways the most draining/anxiety inducing was just being around family members I haven’t seen in years or that I just simply don’t know lol and you know my thoughts about extended family so there’s that lol couldn’t be on my phone too much so I couldn’t even get out of awkward convos 😔AND technically it was my last full week off bc I start school next Thursday 😭 its such a horrible schedule bestie I fear this quarter will kill me lol anyways asides from that I also dyed my hair again🤭 it’s now a deep purple and Im kinda obsessed lol it’s so fun for me!

Missed you so much Sam😭 I hope your week/weekend was great! Also hope that you’re treating yourself well because you deserve it bestie! Wishing you the absolute best as always and I’m sending you so much love!!!! LOVE YOU!!-💜

I wish you could see the face I made when I read "my girl was being used" RIP to us. You're not projecting, that was literally the point of her unfortunately. I am nearly out of nicknames. I am hitting the bottom of the barrel STRUGGLING to come up with more ideas. I'm trying not to be TOO cliche. I have a few more left in me and then I gotta start looking internationally (if I remember correctly, you speak Spanish. Is mi vida an acceptable pet name for a FMC? that was one of my ideas.) Poppy is basically Tulips I just wanted to do this storyline a lot. But they're essentially the same and I was worried that it would be too obvious but I'm glad it's still working! It seemed to be a hit for which I'm so grateful 💕 Glad you liked it even if I broke your heart. I def loved making Harry sick but still caring for her. I think it's like the ultimate test of love.

WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE. He's smart, funny, he is OBSESSED with her. He brings her gummy bears and is so kind and caring about her past relationship. He's SO supportive and just lovely. Like she's writing a spicy roman-tasy novel and where I would be hella embarrassed (exhibit A being my secret blog life) she tells him all about it and he wants to read it and it's just so cute. He's also a wicked nerd. Which is adorable. Because he's like on the fast track to the NHL but here he is obsessed with Lord of the Rings. Like so adorable. I think basically I'm a softie for a book boyfriend that pays attention to the lead and is just so lovely.

I'm so sorry for your loss even if you're not that sad. I've been that way about the last few funerals I've been to, so no judgment here. Family really is the worst. Awkward convos and small talk is the worst AND ON YOUR LAST WEEK OF BREAK UGHHHHHH. I'm sorry, that sucks. I hope your quarter looks worse than it is. What's on your schedule this term? I love that you die your hair so often! I'm so not brave enough. I have virgin hair and have never done anything to it. Not really something I'm interested in enough to commit. I know it'll grow back and whatnot but still.

I treated myself by reading a whole book when I should have been working on lesson planning but oh well. There's always tomorrow 🤭

LOVE YOU!!!!

xoxo

#independent #💜

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soda-boots · 1 year ago

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Week of 6 November ‘23

Tbh I feel a bit embarrassed that I keep getting crushes on people who end not liking me back or just not seeing it going anywhere romantically or just wanting to be friends. They always go on about how I’m a “really great guy”, and Max told me I was a “catch” to make me feel better. But I don’t feel like much of a catch. I just feel like a failure. Why can’t I seem to spark with someone? I really do like Ellis. Why can’t that just be enough ? I guess I can’t make people like me the way I want them to. That hurts.

I thought things were going quite well honestly and I hoped we could take things further. I thought the problem with Jack was I went too fast physically and we just couldn’t work. With Ellis, I wanted him to make a move, and I didn’t want to be too forward and make a move myself. I didn’t want to come off as too eager. I’m thinking of the song “so what now” by Renee Rapp. A lot of it encapsulates how I feel at the moment. He says for now it’s best if we stayed friends. I don’t want to be delusional and think oh it could amount to something more. I mean it could, and I can hope that it does but I don’t know really. The balls in his court.

Monday Morning (6/11/2023)

I feel physically ill from this emotional torment. I’m so tired and my eyes hurt, and I’m shivering and fidgeting sometimes. Very much a disproportionate reaction to something to small I guess. He just said he wants to stay friends for now, and while I guess I feared things would go that way (I think I even mentioned it in an earlier post ) I still hoped it wouldn’t. Speaking of mentioning it earlier, my writing always ages so badly. Why can’t I help but foreshadow the least satisfactory outcome.

I’m just a little scared that this won’t go anywhere. The thought leaves me desolate. However, we have our funny moments like me falling off the wooden holds to see you taking photos of me or criticising the lack of “dynamicness” of archery. You listening to my show means a lot to me. Even though we haven’t known each other that long you mean a lot to me.

- Hänsel und Gretel (14/10/2023)

I’ve been loving the album "I get into trouble" by maple glider as a result.

9 Nov 2023

Ellis hasn't replied to my texts in quite a while now - so the last text I've gotten from him was from Monday (with him replying to my reply). I've sent a few texts since then with no response since, but he still watches my stories, so maybe he's not ghosting me (but also maybe he is). It just hurts tbh. I may be jumping to conclusions but I'd really hate for things to end this way. It's one thing for things to not go the way I wanted them to, and it's another to be ignored (and maybe have a friendship end - I really hope not). I haven't cried in a few days, but I feel one coming on right now. Haleemah thinks I should move on, and that's true. They said it'd be weird if I kept texting them, and I agree. So I have to end communication from my side at least, at least for a few months (or until he texts back. Whichever bloody comes first). I can't just stop thinking about him, that's impossible, but as time goes things may remind me less and less of him. It's a bit hard though, the film camera I own was partially influenced by him; me starting hockey too (honestly the irony of me crying over the initial message right before I head to the hockey game will never not be lost on me. It's like it was written in a romance film. Love/hate my life). I so want to see and talk to him again, but that might not be the best for now and I don't want to seem pestering. If he doesn't want to talk to me then maybe I should reach out. I hate this whole notion, but I gotta put me first. And it's not like I can't heal with him there (I did it with Jack), but this is probably different. I've liked Ellis for way longer...

#university #journal

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fantasy-things-and-such · 8 months ago

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thank you @ominous-feychild for the tag!

The questions: "What's your relationship with your family like?" "Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?" "Do you dream often? what about?" "What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?

I'll do this for the whole crew: Erain, Tira, Camellia, and Lilliwiess.

What's your relationship with your family like? Lilliwiess: Tense, to say the least. My dad wasn't the best dad and my mother was never home, so... i can't say she has the best standing with me. i barely know her. My sister, Milliana- i call her Millie- she was more of a mother than my real mom. Theodore, by brother, was usually away-but i have good memories with him, too. Cecilia is... well, she's a whore, but she's also my sister, so... don't tell her i said that. My extended family is a whole other story... Farrowynn here and Farrowynn there... i dont know most of them. If my family was any bigger- Actually, I'm not gong to go there.

Camellia: Eh. My mum's nice enough. Can't say the same about my pops... i'll cut him some slack, though, he has his moments. tough love kind stuff. Don't get me started on the rest ofmy family, though.

Tira: oh, my family? I love my family. Mother is often sick, so Father had to support me and her. i started working around the house as soon as i could- and my uncles would Spar with me on my off time. And my little sister, she's so ADORABLE. she probably wont remember me... but thats okay! there's time to make new memories.

Erain: Dad died, mom's doing okay. I cant say i miss him; he died before i was born. My step-dad's a nice guy- he bought me this Shield as my coming-of-age gift. Last i heard, I'm getting a new half-sibling- hopefully i'll be alive to see them.

"Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?"

Lilliwiess: I like to weave, and knit. I can't weave at the Academy so i picked up sewing. it takes up alot less space, so.

Camellia: Hobbies? does choosing clothes count as a hobby?

Tira: ah... Hobbies, huh? I'm a bit embarrassed to admit i dont really have any... Lilli is teaching me how to sew, though. it's hard! i don't know how she does it so easily.

Erain: I love myself a good read, if that counts. I can also pick a lock fast. that's a hobby, right? picking locks? i swear I'm not a criminal.

"Do you dream often? what about?" Lilliwiess: I used to. not anymore, though.

Camellia: If i do, i dont remember. sometimes I have some funny ones and ones that don't make any sense that i do remember. but like i said, they dont really make any sense.

Tira: I do! ...mostly about Lilli.

Erain: uh... I had a dream that i could fly. it was really wierd, though. and then Camellia woke me up and told me i was late for Sparring.

"What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?

Lilliwiess: To drown. drowning is fucking scary. being underwater is scary, to just see the light slowly fading away as you sink down into the abyss...

Camellia: One thing i wouldnt wish on my greatest enemy? I can't...think of anything. getting eaten alive, i guess? I'm not sure, I'm not imaginitive enough to think of something.

Tira: To be blamed for something that wasn't your fault. to carry the weight of guilt for something you couldnt have done anything about. Lilli does that alot- what if this, what if that. I think she still blames herself for alot of things. She... where is she? I want to go hug her. I'm getting sad.

Erain: Ah... Tira and I talked about this once. War games, when we were taking watch. I'd never want anyone, not even my greatest enemy, to watch a family member or close friend die in their arms. that's just one thing no one should ever go through. ever hear, "A mother shouldn't outlive their child"? yeah, that stuff.

Tagging: @aesthetic-writer18 @the-ellia-west @the-golden-comet @agirlandherquill +OPEN TAG

✦ OC Questionnaire Tag 2✦

Following tag from @the-letterbox-archives!

Characters from Sun and Shadow: Freya, Crow, and Daleira Characters from the Arcane Rifts: Gene, Tazin, and Mislav Featuring tAR's children leveled up! They'll be answering at 15, 17, and 17 years old respectively!

Questions: - "What's your relationship with your family like?" - "Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?" - "Do you dream often? what about?" - "What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?" from @willtheweaver

"What's your relationship with your family like?"

Freya: Well... we don't even know if my dad's alive but... re-regardless, it was rough between us. He was never around, and I just... I missed him. I know it was his job, but I blamed him. It was just me in that house, you know? Like, I mean--sure! I chose that! But the only other choice was to live alone in the city instead, where I had to deal with people trying to suck up to me in order to get money or whatever! So neither was a good choice, yeah??? And--I don't know, okay? I... I hope he's actually alive like the others say. I guess... I'll probably apologize to him, alright? But that still sucked.

Crow: Oh, my father's great, yeah. ... What, you were expecting more of an answer? Daleira: Oh, I love my dad! 😊 ... not enough for you?... okay, fine. Um... it's difficult at times between us. He's busy taking care of Lynsmouth most of the time, so we hardly spend any time together. But, you know--I get that! It's a lot of work to uh--... do whatever it is he does? Honestly I'm not that sure, haha. 😅 But I'm sure it's a lot! So, you know, it's not a big deal that he doesn't spend a lot of time with me. I'm really appreciative of him finding me and taking me in to begin with, and I've really led a great life thanks to him, so! 😊

Gene: I... don't remember my family. Just like I don't remember anything else before I got here. But... (*looks away to think. Will not look in asker's direction again.*) I think Abi was my brother? Older--older brother. He... really helped me a lot. So in that case... good. But... thinking the word "family"... hurts.

Tazin: (*spoken through his teeth*) I don't have a family.

Mislav: (*fakest smile you can imagine and not even trying to hide it; voice falsetto*) Dead, thanks for asking!

Crow: Psych!!! Bet you thought I wasn't going to answer. 😘 How cruel of you to think so lowly of me!!! 😭

I wasn't kidding, my father's great, I love him. He taught me everything I know about--detective work and all, heh! We don't always see each other because he's usually working on cases, but he's given me everything I need to succeed in life and I'm thankful to him for that. So hopefully I'll make him proud on this case with Frey! 😉😊

(tragically, it is not a work I have created if someone's family life is good. But, omfg, until now, I didn't realize SaS was the story of goddamn DADDY ISSUES!!! 🤣🤣🤣)

"Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?"

Freya: Oh, um... dammit, I'm not going to get away with a lie, am I? (*Heavy, drawn-out sigh*) Okay, fine. I... like reading. I know this is really weird!!! But, uh, sometimes, while I'm inshore, I've found books in the water. Books! Perfectly fine! Little to no water damage most of the time! I don't know if Dad sent them to me somehow or what, but... most of the time, they're in other languages. Things that don't always line up with those I find in the library. But I've figured a few of them out over the years, and I think it's really fun!

Crow: Psh, nothing as boring as reading. (*Precariously leaning back against a bulging doorway. There's a creak and then--CRASH!!!*) SHIT-- (*Furiously opens the door. An endless pile of books comes falling out. Except... they're all related to their cases? Huh. Is their hobby... working?*) Yep. That's my hobby. Working. Tell my dad that, would ya? 😘 (Oh I think we see something deeper in the closet--) NO!!! DON'T YOU DARE-- (*we zoom in to see countless artistic collages made out of cut-outs from pictures in their books and magazines.*) ... (*Crow, face burning, melts into the shadows and hides in shame.* But??? That's a cool hobby??? WAIT, COME BACK, AZA--)

Daleira: Oh!!! I just love working with magical trinkets! You know, conduits--from gods, mortals, and discovered in the Faewildes! It's amazing figuring out how each of them work and trying to figure out if I can replicate them! Faer and I have gotten good at transferring magic between objects, but gods' conduits are especially hard to work with. Like, come on--can't they share some of their power with the rest of us??? :/

There's a few items from Soren we just can't figure out, though... and he wouldn't tell me where he got them! I mean, that would help immensely in trying to figure out how they work, but we've already broken a few of them and don't want to risk losing all of them! Especially since--... well. An-anyway-- 😅

I gave Freya one when we first met! She was showing clear signs of magical sickness, and I'd already figured out it was a magical restraint you could manipulate the strength of--which is amazing, you know??? So it would be awesome to figure out how it works! But-- (*continues rambling happily*)

Gene: Hobby?... (*Looks away. Will not look back.*) I... like to draw. It's useful. Maps. Nobody else is able to navigate around the sewers, but my maps... they stay right. Even though they change. So it's nice to draw... feel useful. And everyone likes me then. Not just Mislav and Tazin. If... Tazin does. I'm pretty sure he does. (*Shakes his head swiftly, then nods*) Right. He does. Sorry...

(*Anxiously picks at his hands, still avoiding looking anywhere near the asker*) And... I've always liked reading, I think. The real stuff. To learn. It took a while for me to learn Glavni, but I've been able to read by myself for a long time now. I enjoy it. (*Finally looks back to give asker a pained smile*)

Tazin: Does burning buildings count? 😉 No? Okay, fine. How about just plain-old casual arson? 😉 OH, COME ON, HOW COME THESE GUYS'-- (*continues screaming into the camera, but we cut to black*) (*We return to a moody Tazin pouting with his arms crossed... and surrounded in flames.*) Fine. I've always liked stupid stories. You know the ones--knight in shining armor, or the underdog rising up and saving the day--that stuff. And Gene's got me into his stupid fucking "learning" thing, alright? But that's all you're getting out of me, got it, you little-- {REDACTED FOR PROFANE LANGUAGE}

Mislav: Um... not really? I... guess anything that lets me spend more time with Gene? 😅😭

... I really liked it back when I was on the farm. But... it's gone now. And I don't think Adilzhan or Zhrizn would let me do anything like that again. And... (*looks away, voice going below a whisper*) I'm afraid to even try.

(BET YOU THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE ALL HUMOROUS HERE, DIDN'T YOU!?!?! DIDN'T YOU!?!?! YOU FORGOT IT WAS MY!!! MY!!!! STUFF YOU WERE READING!!! *maniacal laugh.mp4*)

"Do you dream often? what about?"

Freya: I think I've had a lot of dreams in my life. Most of them, I've hated, but I... can't remember them honestly. Except... fear. Being afraid of them. So, heh, you know--nightmares. Normal stuff normal people deal with right? Especially kids, I've heard.

... but I've been remembering a bit more of them lately, since I... since I was in the shipwreck. (*Voice goes strained and breathy, like she's struggling to breathe*) And I... I think I'm in the water again. In--in the dreams. And there's something else there--

Crow: Ha, no. Do most people remember their dreams? (They're lying. They remember. Their dreams center around failure. Failure, and a desperation to prove themself.)

Daleira: Um... not really? We faeries aren't like you humans... our "dreams" are... different. Real. I try not to actually sleep because of that. I don't want anyone else getting stuck in them.

Gene: Not anymore. I used to. Usually... nightmares. Monsters and nature and things chasing me. I have a curse. When I sleep... my nightmares find me. I'll wake up surrounded in things. Once... it included the monster. (*He looks away and is silent for a long moment, remembering.*)

... thankfully I don't dream much anymore. The curse is still here, but it's kinder now. Better things come through.

Tazin: No, who's asking? >:/

When I do dream, it's weird stuff. Memories. Wishes. (*waves hand dismissively*) Normal stuff.

(Also lying. Sometimes has nightmares of the people he cares about abandoning him. Stabbing him in the back. Telling him things about himself he knows to be true, but doesn't want to admit. Telling himself to be better... when he knows he won't.)

Mislav: Yes. I remember the night I lost everything. And the ones who took it all from me. (*looks to Gene*)

... almost everything.

"What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?"

Freya: To find themself alone. To lose the people they care about... or feel like those people don't care for them back.

Crow: A pointless end. If you have to die, you should die for something. Something meaningful. Something you care about.

Daleira: Whatever happens to what I eat. 😅 (She's not kidding--remember, she's not human.)

Gene: Starvation.

Tazin: ... to be alone. Or... for it to be their fault.

Mislav: What happened to me... what's happening to me.

I regret deciding to do all these characters...

Your questions: - What was the worst day of your life? - What's your worst nightmare? - If a monster asked you your worst nightmare, what would you tell it and why?

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