#maybe I’ll stop now because I’m also cutting two inches off the total length anyway

[vashti-lives]

I technically have another inch of ribbing left if I follow the pattern but am I gonna do that???? AM I???

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Will Pyrrha and Yang do themed Halloween costumes for Jaune this year?

“Of course we are~!” Yang called out from JNPR’s dorm’s bathroom. “We went as a cop and his two hot female prisoners~. Jaune got a lot of jealous stares that night~.”

A whimper from Pyrrha also came from behind the closed bathroom door. “I should have just gone with one of the silly and fun idea’s Jaune had picked.”

“Oh come on Pyrrha, it was a great idea! Our outfits were totally on point and we rocked the roles!”

“W-why did we need to handcuff ourselves to him as well though Yang!?”

“To sell the look P-Money. Aaaaand to let all the pervs staring at us know we were taken. Speaking of which, Jaune! You ready out there Lover Boy?” 

“Y-yeah, I got everything on. How about you girls?”

“You betcha, just sit back and enjoy the view~!”

The bathroom door swung open slowly and Yang strode out soon followed by Pyrrha. Both stood side by side in front of Jaune who was standing in the middle of the dorm. All three of them took a minute to take in each everyone’s costume.

Jaune had on a very large, and very fake, suit of armor. From head to toe, helm to boot, he was dressed in a stereotypical plastic night costume one would see in a kid’s cartoon or comic. The look was completed with an equally fake plastic sword that hung loosely on his hip and a small shield on his left arm.

Pyrrha had on a full body length, frost white robe tied tightly shut around her. The only parts of her skin that were visible were her face, hands and a small portion of her feet that were in sandals. In her hands, she had a book with a plain black cover tucked against her body. On her head, or rather over it thanks to a little stand hairclip, she had a yellow tinfoil ring acting as a halo. On her back, she had a pair of white, feathery wings attached to her robes.

Yang easily had the most revealing outfit out of the three, though still not much. Yang had on a small, obsidian black, leather jacket, too small to actually be zipped closed so it was left open. However, under her jacket, Yang still had some modesty and wore a matching leather tube top over most of her impressive bust with only a little top portion of her cleavage showing. The edges of her top had been frayed and cut to look like flames of points. For footwear, Yang wore a pair of shiny latex, black boots with two inch heels that went all the way up to her mid thigh, hugging her legs all the way up~. On top of her still wild mane of blonde hair was yellow headband with two curved, red horns, easably  visible amongst all the yellow. Like Pyrrha, Yang also had a pair of wings attached to her jacket, but hers were black and purple, bat-like wings.

“Well Jaune, what do you think of your personal angel and devil~?” 

Jaune took off his plastic helmet to answer her clearly. “I think you two look as beautiful as always. Those costumes sorta suit you two.”

Pyrrha blushed lightly and smiled wide at the compliment. “Thank you Jaune. The same goes for you.”

Yang walked up to Jaune and began inspecting his plastic armor. “Don’t know why you can’t just use your regular gear for you costume.”

Jaune rolled his eyes but let her inspect him over. “Because of the new guidelines for costumes this year from Professor Goodwitch Yang. No actually weapons or gear, only props. And don’t forget Yang,” Jaune stared right at his blonde girlfriend. “No, and I quote, ‘revealing, lewd, or provocative state of attire’.”

Yang only look a little sheepish when she retorted, “I don’t know why you’re talking to me.”

“Because something tells me Professor Goodwitch added that rule since last year because of the costume you had us wear.”

“Hey! It was Pyrrha’s idea!”

“I-I never said to make it sexy! I just brought up cops and crooks! You were the one that wanted to make it revealing!”

Yang turned to argue with her girlfriend, but stopped when she couldn’t exactly call her wrong. “Okay fine, I’ll take the fall for that one. But I know the new rules. Why do you think I’m not wearing the bikini version of this devil costume?”

“There’s a bikini version?” Both Jaune and Pyrrha couldn’t stop themselves before those words left their mouths.

Yang just smiled smugly back and forth between the two. “Yup~. Shame Prof. Goodwitch wouldn’t allow it.”

Jaune managed to stop his mind from dwelling on the idea of Yang in a devil bikini for very long, however Pyrrha wasn’t as strong as Jaune could see her face growing redder and redder. “Y-yeah well, she might still think what you are wearing is too much.... or too little in this case.”

Yang rolled her eyes and sighed, annoyed with this discussion already. “Then we can just ditch the Halloween party earlier than we plan too anyways and watch an extra movie or something that night. Either way, fine by me.”

Pyrrha nodded with Yang’s backup plan. “That would still be nice I suppose. Speaking of which, now that we made sure our costumes are all good and fit us, should we move onto thinking of some movies to play after we leave the party?”

Jaune nodded and pulled out his scroll. “Sure.” He opened up a page and began scrolling. “What were you girls kind of thinking in terms of movies? Besides scary obviously.”

“Oh how about one of those comedic, satire horror movies from the Scary Movie series?! I love those!”

“Maybe some with a bit of action too? Perhaps some zombie films?”

[threekinsinatrenchcoat-writes]

"Wrong Number, Right Decision" - Twice x reader

A/N: it's a couple days late, and for that, I apologize, but here's my part for the bnharem "pen pals" collab. I also apologize for not putting a read more, but that doesn't really work on mobile, which I'm currently stuck with. it's my first collab piece as well as my first Tumblr fic, so I'm a bit nervous, but I hope you like it! ^_^

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: 18+

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Twice woke up to the sound of his phone going off. He sat up, rubbed his eyes a bit, stretched, and blinked a few times before checking what he missed. A call from Dabi (no message. seems like him), a couple texts from Toga (I'll check those in a bit), seven texts from Spinner (a few of those are probably memes), a text from Magne (she's probably saying "good morning"), and a couple texts from a number he didn't recognize (wait… what's this? openitopenitopenit). Deciding to check on the other notifications later, he opened the texts from the unknown number.

text -> Jin [received from ??? @9:57AM]: hey, (friend), guess what?

text -> Jin [received from ??? @9:58AM]: I got a new pet! aren't they adorable? :3c [attached image: your pet laying down in your lap with their eyes closed and your hand on their back. they seem relaxed and content]

He smiled at the picture, then checked the time. 10:01, so your messages seemed to be the most recent ones he received.

text -> Y/N [received from ??? @10:02AM]: cute pet, but I'm not (friend). we can keep talking, though, if you want.

You felt a brief twinge of panic and embarrassment upon reading that this wasn't (friend), but whoever this was didn't seem to mind. You decided to text back.

text -> Jin [received from ??? @10:05AM]: whoops, guess I typed the number wrong. my bad! >_<

text -> Jin [received from ??? @10:06AM]: you seem alright to talk to, though. my name's (Y/N), what's yours? maybe we could be friends?

text -> Y/N [received from ??? @10:08AM]: not really sure you'd wanna be friends with me

text -> Y/N [received from ??? @10:08AM]: sure, let's be friends! my name's Jin, btw

~

Through the next week, you've exchanged contact photos, learned more about each other, and may have started falling for each other a little bit, all through the words you sent on the screen. Eventually, you decided you kinda wanted to meet him, curious to see if he was for real and not just pretending.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @ 11:03PM]: hey Jin, is it okay if I ask you a question?

text -> Y/N [received from Jin @11:04PM]: sure, go ahead! what kinda question?

You set your phone down and paced for a couple minutes, lightly chewing your lip and trying to calm yourself down enough to ask. With a sigh, you sat back down, hesitating for a half second before picking up your phone again.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @11:07PM]: ...I'm a bit nervous about it, actually. 

Twice read and reread your last message and tried to think. 

(Y/N)'s nervous, how can I help? Wait, what is it that Mag usually tells us to do to calm down? 

He lowered his phone to think for a while longer, trying to remember.

...That's right, she usually tells us to breathe.

The screen shut off while he was thinking, so he unlocked his phone to type again.

text -> Y/N [received from Jin @11:11PM]: that's fine, just breathe. send it when you're ready.

You chuckled, feeling a wave of calm wash over you upon reading his words. It was short-lived, however, as your nerves came back the second you started typing again, so you set your phone down and took a few slow breaths, getting up for a glass of water a few minutes later. When that was finished, you took a few more slow breaths before deciding to just send it as quickly as possible, shutting the screen off soon after.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @11:32PM]: do you think maybe you'd like to meet up sometime? 

He blinked. You wanted to meet up? With him? ...Was that a good idea?

You peeked at your phone, a bit concerned when you saw no new messages, so you sent another one in an attempt to take some pressure off.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @11:41PM]: ...up to you. if it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to meet. 's okay ^_^

Twice could only stare at the messages as he thought it over. On the one hand, you had been texting each other for a while now and meeting face to face seemed like a reasonable next step, but on the other hand, he grew to like you quite a bit with everything you shared with each other and didn't like the idea of you getting in trouble because of him. It would also be an opportunity to get to know you a bit better than what texting would allow. He thought about it for a little while longer before giving his decision.

text -> Y/N [received from Jin @12:07AM]: ...how about tomorrow around 7 pm? we could meet in Hosu and go from there 

You were starting to fall asleep when your phone went off again. When your eyes focused enough to read his message, you smiled and sent a quick reply before shutting your eyes again.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @12:09AM]: sounds good, can't wait ^_^

~

The next evening, after you got dinner together and wandered around the city, chatting and enjoying each other's company, you decided to head back to your place and settle in to watch a movie together. Or that was the initial plan, anyway, one quickly derailed roughly twenty minutes into the movie by a kiss on your lips that Jin had meant for your cheek, after which he pulled away in surprise.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that..! I totally meant for that to happen. I meant to get your cheek, but then you turned your head and I--"

You cut him off with another kiss, one he relaxed into and returned after a couple seconds. One kiss turned into two, then three, then you started making out with him, the forgotten movie still playing in the background as he slowly slid a hand up your shirt and rested it on your shoulder blade while you unbuttoned his shirt. Once unbuttoned, he took it off and you started to cover every inch of his exposed skin with breathless kisses: his jawline, his arms, his throat… everywhere, all the way down to where his pants still sat on his hips with a large tent forming in the middle of them. Rather than make any attempt to take them off him, you decided to leave some open-mouthed kisses along his still-covered length. 

The way you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes while mouthing along his cock, panting and grinding against nothing, had him straining against his pants, twitching every so often. He slowly ran his fingers through your hair a few times as wordless praise and encouragement while he occupied his other hand with the button to his pants. 

As soon as that was taken care of, however, you pushed his hand away and took over, eyes widening slightly when you freed his cock the rest of the way. You wrapped your hand around his length and gave it a few slow pumps, looking up at him and giving it a slow lick before taking half of it in your mouth with a quiet, pleased hum, causing his breath to hitch and be let out in a low groan at the sight.

"No fair! You still have all your clothes on! You look sooo hot right now~" he panted out, tangling a hand in your hair as you bobbed your head along his length. You pulled off of him with a faint pop so you could speak.

"I could take my clothes off," you started, pausing to give a teasing lick to the head of his cock, "but that would mean I'd have to stop touching you for a bit." You briefly took your hands off of him to demonstrate, him whining slightly at the loss of contact. 

"Please, don't stop," he begged as he gently pushed your head down, moaning as he watched you take as much of his length as you could manage into your mouth. He started panting as you hummed around him, pulling back and swirling your tongue around the tip of his throbbing cock as he grew closer to his release. "(Y/N), I'm so close~" he panted, tightening his grip on your hair slightly. You hummed in response and hollowed your cheeks before taking more of him in your mouth, this time trying to fit his whole length as he tipped over the edge, spilling thick ropes of cum down your throat as you swallowed around him.

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Remnants, Part VI

LOTS happens. If you’ve got questions, shoot me an ask and I’ll answer if it won’t spoil the plot : )

Part I,  Part II,  Part III,  Part IV,  Part V

Summary: You are in the midst of formulating your dissertation, but you’ve hit a wall. Your doting aunt, Rebecca, has a solution that brings you face to face with Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King. As the connection between you and Ahkmenrah grows, and as the secrets of his ancient tablet unlock, the once-king will find himself faced with a difficult choice.

    Thanks so much to @kitkatcronch @kpopperotp12 @seafrost-fangirl  @sassystrawberryk and @perfect-rami for reading : ) If anyone else wants added to the taglist, let me know. I’ve greatly appreciated all of the feedback!

    Warnings: Smut, again. Also, some talk of incest in case that is a trigger for you. Ahk is a solid 20 years of age to be certain to avoid any squick factor.

* * * * *

Two weeks had passed since you took Ahkmenrah out of the museum, and you had been buried in pre-semester work. Summer was ending and soon all of NYU’s students would be returning to school. Once the undergrads returned, you also worked as a TA in addition to your work as an RA. You had to manage your time carefully to make sure you were going to be able to defend your dissertation in April, and that meant a lot more nights of sleeping so you could fill your days with writing.

 A few days after your night out, you had popped into the museum to tell Ahk that you were just busy, you weren’t avoiding him. He said he understood, although the happiness in his eyes at seeing you quickly faded when he realized you wouldn’t be back for a while. Nevertheless, he answered the few questions you had, and when it came time to leave, he wrapped you up in a big hug and shot you that megawatt smile.

 It bothered you to be away, but at the same time, you knew the power of distance. You tried not to think too much about that night between the two of you. If only you were capable of applying your work ethic to your will power, because as soon as you resolved to let it be a one-night thing, another part of you thought, why not have a repeat? You were two consenting adults who cared about one another and had great chemistry. Just because one of you died for half of a day didn’t mean that taking your relationship to a more intimate level was wrong—it worked for Buffy and Sookie, twice, for a while anyway . . .

You also had the precedent of Ryan; things worked out alright with the end of the sex-side of your arrangement.

 After apologizing profusely to all of your friends for double-booking yourself that night, you made an effort to spend more time with people who were of the normal, totally alive variety. You had lunch with Ahmad and Jess, drinks with Chelsea, and you saw Timmy and Ryan at school during the week. You and Ryan companionably worked on your dissertations in the lounge. The Monday after, he asked a few questions about Ahkmenrah and you were as honest as you could be.

 During that conversation, you told Ryan it was time to stop the sex side of your relationship.

 “So, just friends, then?”

 “Back to the basics for us, yes.”

 “But you’re not looking to make this guy your boyfriend?”

 “Nope.”

 “Alrighty.”

 So, Ry just dropped it; you were both busy and determined to get as much written prior to the start of term as possible, and honestly, you made great writing buddies.

 That conversation went so well with Ryan, you thought maybe this could work with Ahk. You just had to set the same boundaries with him that you had with Ryan.

 You made up your mind to talk to Ahkmenrah about it as soon as you finished your current chapter and sent it off to your chairs for review.

* * * * *

“Ahkmenrah?” you questioned as you looked around his exhibit, wondering where he could be.

 “I’m in here, Y/N.”

 You walked behind the large display stone in Ahkmenrah’s exhibit. He was sprawled out amidst a scattering of hieroglyphs written on notebook paper. His tablet was in the middle of the floor, glowing slightly, and on the back of the wall of his exhibit, there were arrangements of hieroglyphs tacked up in three rows of three, just like his tablet. So far, there were sets labelled, “Control/Command,” “Open Doorway,” “Armies of Undead,” and a few more that you didn’t know the translations for.

 “I’ve been experimenting,” Ahkmenrah mumbled from the floor, his hand scribbling away on a piece of paper. “I really like modern writing utensils.”

 “I see this, and yeah, the pen is a great invention.”

 “Indeed!”

 “Care to elaborate on what you’re doing, my mad scientist?”

 “If the tablet has the power to bring the museum to life, surely it can do more. Just like on the night I was able to use it to call back the exhibits—you can see the arrangement for that command on the wall there,” Ahkmenrah said, not looking up from his notebook and waving vaguely toward the wall.

 “What else have you figured out it can do?”

 “Open a portal into the underworld, summon an army of the undead.”

  You were stunned, but in order to be diplomatic you offered, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

 “I think this is something I need to figure out on my own, but thank you,” Ahkmenrah said, now rereading over what he had been writing.

 Ahk was wearing your NYU sweats and a t-shirt from the museum gift shop. Apparently, a few things had changed since you’d been away.

 “Does Larry know what you’ve been up to?”

 “Larry is not my keeper, Y/N. He’s the guardian of the exhibits in the museum.”

 “So, that’s a no.”

 “I do expect that Rebecca has figured it out because those signs appeared the other day,” Ahkmenrah said gesturing to the “Under construction, DO NOT ENTER” banners that spanned from the stone walls to the wall of the museum.

 “Smart.”

 It made for the perfect place for Ahkmenrah to work, and your aunt possessed your same insatiable curiosity. You made a mental note to text her and meet for lunch to talk about this.

 You settled in behind Ahkmenrah and reached up to massage his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles relaxing under your ministrations.

 A small hum of pleasure sounded deep within Ahk’s throat, a sound that made your thighs tingle in remembrance of your night together.  

 You shifted up onto your knees so your lips could reach the back of his neck. You placed a small kiss at the base, just above the material of his shirt, and Ahk stiffened, his muscles tensing immediately.

 “Y/N, what are you doing?”

 “Kissing you,” you said as you moved your lips up a fraction of an inch and pressed them to his golden skin again.

 “That was a one-time thing. We can’t—"

 “But I want to. And I know you do, too.”

 Your lips had traveled to just behind his ear and as you took the lobe between your lips and sucked, you suddenly found yourself flat on your back on top of Ahk’s research, the tablet, still glowing, inches from your head.  

 His gaze was a mixture of defeat and conquest. You had defeated his resolve not to complicate things between you and now he wanted to show you just how good this kind of complication could be.

 He pinned your arms above your head, his thigh pushing tightly against your center as he straddled your thigh to hold you in place.

 “I won’t share you. I don’t care if that’s unfair, but if you want this, you can’t have him, too.”

 “He’s just a friend now.”

 “Like I am just a friend?”

 “I promise, no one else will be this kind of friend with me. I am a one-man kinda gal.”

 “You would declare yourself my concubine?” Ahkmenrah said, his mouth twitching with mirth.

 “You could declare yourself my concubine, former pharaoh.”

 “Always a pharaoh. But for you, I think I would declare myself anything you wished.”

 As Ahkmenrah bent his lips to yours and claimed your mouth, his words washed over you like a lust-filled rain. He kissed you into a puddle of pliancy, shifting his position so he was between your legs. His clothed cock was rubbing against the juncture between your legging-clad thighs. You felt like this was the most exquisite way to spend an evening at the museum yet . . . until the clopping of Teddy’s horse’s hooves startled the both of you.

 “Fuck,” you hissed.

 “Come on,” Ahk said. And the two of you took off in the direction of the forgotten storage area you used on the night you brought Ahkmenrah’s clothes.

 As soon as the door shut, Ahkmenrah yanked off his t-shirt, standing sexily in just your pair of sweats, his arousal evident against the loose fabric.

 You took off your shirt, bra, and leggings, leaving yourself clad only in a pair of icy-blue lace cheekies. You dropped to your knees in front of Ahk and ran your hands across his abdomen and around to squeeze his ass.

 He was staring at you with those wide, polychromatic eyes, his pupils dilated, and his lower lip tucked between his teeth. He ran his fingers over your arms and you hugged him close, nuzzling the bulge in his sweats, dragging your teeth over his covered cock to tease him.

 Ahkmenrah clearly didn’t care for your teasing and pulled himself free to stroke his length, enticing you to take him in your mouth.

 You licked his cock from base to tip, flattening your tongue to deliver as much of the wet, warm sensation to Ahk as possible before slowly swallowing him. You sucked him off, relishing in the salty, earthy taste of him.

 With a growl, Ahkmenrah backed away from your lips, leaving you a little dazed at his sudden movement. He hoisted you up by grabbing under your elbows and then backed you into a stack of boxes. He lifted you, and pushing your panties aside, entered you with one hard thrust.

 Ahkmenrah flung his hand over your mouth to cut off your obnoxious cry of pleasure, and his shoulders shook as he laughed and grinned at you.

 “My gods, you are not at all experienced in the art of subtle liaisons.”

 “Exactly how much experience do you have, huh?”

 He grinned mischievously, “In all of our talks, you never asked me about my sex life.”

 “That’s because I was trying to control myself by working really, really hard not to think about it.”

 “Mmm, I suppose in this area, field research is the best way to learn.”

 “Ahk?”

 “Yes, my queen?”

 “Move.”

 And he did.

 He fucked you so hard that you ended up knocking the boxes off of the shelf and the two of you finished your orgasms while on a toppled heap of dusty relics, some poking into your ass and your back but you didn’t care.

 Still catching your breath, Ahkmenrah pulled you up out of the pile of rubble and held you flush against his body until your thighs stopped trembling. He was so warm, and you loved hearing his heart beat so soundly against his chest, knowing that you’re the one who brought him to such a high.  

 Once you were steady, you stepped back from Ahkmenrah and reached up to kiss him, grasping the sides of his face and running your thumbs across his cheekbones.

 You looked into his eyes and asked, “So, did you have a harem?”

 Ahkmenrah laughed before replying, “Curious, hmm? But the answer is no, as I had not yet married.”

 “How long did you rule before your death?” you asked while redressing.

 “I inherited the throne at 15. Father was aging and wanted to ensure our family continued to rule. It was a controversial choice because I was not the eldest.”

 “No, Kahmunrah was. And you had three older sisters, too?”

 “I did. My brother was a bit . . . reckless. Father wanted what was best for the kingdom. It was not a personal choice, rather a choice for what was best for the people. Kahmun just could not understand that,” Ahkmenrah finished, a faraway look in his eyes.

 He continued, “I died . . . right before my marriage to Sitmut.”

 You furrowed your brows, inventorying the list of Ahkmenrah’s sisters.

 “Your sister.”

 Ahkmenrah shook his head, coming out of whatever he had been remembering.

 “Yes, my most beloved sister. She was only a year and a half older than me. We were very close as children, so she was my first choice.”

 You pursed your lips, processing the information. You knew that pharaohs, especially those who had maintained rule over an extended period of time, rarely married outside of their families, so the information wasn’t unexpected.

 Ahkmenrah moved to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your upper arms.

 “I would have chosen you if I had known you then.”

 You snorted, “I think not. Duty before love, right?”

 You almost swallowed your tongue when you realized what you had just said, your cheeks growing hot.

 “Not that I’m implying we’re in love holy fucking hell we’ve only known each other for like two months and we just started with the sex thing and—

 Ahkmenrah grinned, and put his finger against your lips, and said, “I knew what you meant. Although, ‘now the lady doth protest too much, methinks.’”

 “You can quote Shakespeare?”

 Ahkmenrah rolled his eyes. “I went to Cambridge, remember?”

 You quietly laughed, and he pulled you in to hug you, squeezing you against his solid body. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his neck.

 “You know marrying siblings is pretty much illegal, forbidden now?”

 “That was something Jack and I talked at length about. It explained a lot, honestly. The royals had many still births, and we often heard tales of other monstrous deformities. We just assumed that the gods had chosen to curse those children.”

 “You seem to have turned out alright. More than alright, actually,” you said smiling.

 “My mother and father weren’t siblings. My mother was the only child of my grandfather’s brother. She and my father were deeply in love, had been since their youth.”

 “I remember reading the story of their marriage in your papyruses. Really, really big wedding.”

 “The longest celebration of a marriage Egypt had ever known.”

 “Do you miss them?”

 “More than you could know, Y/N. In fact, I hope you never have to know what it feels like to miss a person like that.”

 You squeezed Ahk, and he kissed the top of your head.

 “We should get back. And hope that no one heard your cries of pleasure.”

 “Excuse me. I wasn’t in here by myself!”

 Ahkmenrah grinned, a million-dollar smile, and it melted your insides every goddamn time.

 * * * * *

 “With the de-evolution of Ra into Aten, Akhenaten was able to propagate his monotheistic cult; however, when Akhenaten’s secondary wife, Kiya, was gifted the title, “God’s daughter,” the parallels between Akhenaten’s cult and Christianity—”

 “Fuck,” you growled as the knocking on your apartment door interrupted your writing.  

 Once again, you were wrapped up in drafting your chapters. Your conversation with Ahkmenrah about marriage had sparked a new idea and you wanted to get it outlined so you could fill in the holes with research.

 You looked through the peep hole and saw Ryan’s sandy-colored hair.

 Now you were more puzzled than annoyed. You answered the door in your sweats, with your hair in a messy bun, and your glasses slipping down your nose.

 “Hey,” you said, lamely.

 “Hey yourself,” Ryan answered you as he walked in.

 You waited. It was always better to let the other person go first, especially when you didn’t know what the fuck was going on.  

 Instead of talking, Ryan walked to the tea kettle, knowing that it would be full because you always had tea while you worked on your dissertation, and poured himself a cup, moving around your kitchen with a practiced ease. A pang of longing, knowing that you’d never see Ahk do the same, coursed through you.

 Ryan sipped his tea.

 You couldn’t wait any longer.

 “You’re killing me with suspense, Ry. What is it?”

 Ryan’s face split into an impossibly wide grin: “I got the grant. I finally got the fucking grant!”

 “Shit, Ry! That’s fantastic!” you said as you moved to sit down, gesturing for Ryan to join you on the sofa. “Tell me everything.”

 The grant was something Ryan applied for annually but never thought he had a shot of getting. You had always admired his perseverance. With the grant, he would be working his way through three, formerly colonized countries in Africa, spending one month in each place.

 “There’s something else,” Ryan said, taking a sip of his tea before setting it down to rub his hands together.

 “After those three months in the field, I spend another three months working a paid internship for a museum of my choice in Cairo.”

 Your eyes widened and you felt the pull of jealousy; working for the Egyptian Museum of Cairo was your dream job. You felt passionately about working to restore artifacts to their homeland. Of course, Cairo boasted several museums and Ryan would be able to choose from any of them; however, one of Ryan’s interests had always been the effects of the Roman infiltration on Egyptian society.

 “Not gonna lie. I’m jealous.”

 “What if I told you that you didn’t have to be?”

 You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

 “Y/N. There are two spots; as the earliest approved applicant, I get to make a recommendation before they return to the pool. You’d have to fill out a lot of paperwork, of course—”

 “Ryan, what the fuck are you saying?” you ask in a hushed voice, unsure if you wanted to even know the answer.

 Ryan moved closer to you and took your hand.

 “Come with me.”

 You stared at Ryan before furrowing your brows and sort of smiling, a small, crazed smile.

 “You’re joking.”

 “I’m as serious as a heart attack, babe. This is your chance to do the one thing you’ve always wanted to do—live in Egypt. You know that researchers who work for the museum accompany archeologists on their digs, right?”

 You let go of Ryan’s hand, which you had unconsciously been clutching, to get up and start pacing around the room. Your mind was whirling at this opportunity; what if nothing like this ever came up again? Ryan applied for that grant for six years straight and only just got it.

 “I . . . I . . . I’m just—fuck, I don’t even know what I am right now.”

 “I know there’s a lot to consider, but I want to lay something else out, too. We’ve always been honest with each other, communicated. And I think that’s why our relationship worked for the length it did. But seeing you with that guy made me realize that I want more. I want you.”

 “Ry—holy fuck! You can’t just dump that on me after dumping the first question—it’s a double dumping, fuck, I didn’t even know you felt that way.”

 “I didn’t either until you started slipping away from me, from us. At first, I just thought it was the dissertation. And then I thought, oh, the museum. Becca’s there and that makes sense. But then I find out that it’s not just Becca you see at the museum—”

 “Distance, Ry. Just enough emotional distance. That was always our first rule. That’s what was supposed to prevent . . . this!”

 “I know, but after seeing you with someone else, I couldn’t stop thinking about that first year. About you in the airport, standing there with nothing much more than a backpack and one suitcase. I told you then that we should keep our distance, otherwise, one of us would really end up falling for the other. I thought I was giving you advice. Turns out, it was me that needed it. You’ve kept me at arm’s length for almost seven years, and I just can’t fucking quit you. I feel like this grant is the universe telling me to take my shot.”

 You stopped pacing long enough to listen to Ryan as he spoke, baring his heart to you. This was never supposed to happen. You were back to just friends. Just friends.

 “Or maybe I missed my shot?” Ryan said to end the silence.

 “I don’t know, Ry. My mind’s racing right now and I thought I knew which way was up about 20 minutes ago and now, now I haven’t got a clue.”

 “I’m not going to tell the foundation to move on until you’ve thought about this for a while. I leave in three weeks.”

 “You’ve been such a good friend to me,” you say, earnestly.

 Ryan laughed sadly and said, “Friend, huh? That’s kinda ice-cold right now, babe.”

 “Stop. You know I need to think about all of this, a thousand times over, before I’m ready to talk to you about it. I appreciate your honesty, and I am really flattered that you would want to take me with you. I could really fuck up your whole life, and you’re brave for taking this risk.”

 “Just a little fucking stupid, not brave.”

 You laughed softly, “Just a little. But aren’t we all sometimes?”

“Only sometimes,” Ryan agreed softly as he let himself out.

 Holy Roman Fuck. What the hell am I going to do?

 * * * * *

After Ryan left, you ended up polishing off a bottle of wine while panicking about your disaster of a life, which then led to you falling asleep on the couch. Once again, you were disturbed by a knocking on your apartment door.

 You opened your eyes, felt around for your phone and saw that it was 11: 21 pm. You rolled off the sofa, head pounding in tandem with the knocking, longing for a glass of water.

 You looked through the peephole and saw that it was Ahkmenrah in his NYU sweats and t-shirt. You opened the door, and he rushed in.

 “We’ve gotta get you more clothes,” you said, sleep and maybe still the wine, slurring your speech.

 “Oh my god! Ahkmenrah! What the fuck? How the fuck?” you started spewing once your brain caught up to what the hell just happened.

 “All good questions, but I need you to come with me. I have something I want to show you,” he replied, his eyes wider and brighter than you had ever seen, excitement reverberating within his voice.

 “How did you get here?” you asked, your face riddled with confusion and concern. “If you had gotten lost, Ahk, my god! We would have never found you.”

 Ahkmenrah, for the first time since you met, was angry.

 “I am not a child, Y/N. I would think you of all people would be certain of that,” he said, his voice barely containing his anger, his eyes narrowed.

 “I’m sorry,” you replied, shaking your head and closing your eyes, trying to find a way to explain yourself. “I said that out of concern. I care about you. That’s all I meant.”

 Ahkmenrah softened, but was still agitated.

 “Remember this?” he asked as he held up the extra metro card you bought for his night out. “And do you remember that I listened carefully as you explained exactly how the subways worked? And do you remember that I asked you, very specifically, about the names of each place at which we stopped? And the name of your dwelling’s building?

 Jesus. He was a quick study, and here you were the one who was supposed to be about to get a PhD.

 “I’m an idiot, Ahk. Forgive me?”

 “I will if you come with me right away,” he said, his excitement returning, replacing his frustration.

 “I need 10 minutes. Make yourself at home,” you said, turning and heading to the bathroom.

 You looked like shit, so you brushed your teeth and put some Visine in your eyes. You washed your face and threw on a little make up, just enough to hide the purple under your eyes and even out your skin’s pigmentation. You pulled out the remnants of your bun and headed over to your bedroom to find some pants and a shirt.

 Once you dressed and tied up the laces of your converses, you stopped back in the bathroom to re-do your bun. You looked still like shit, but at least a more presentable version of shit.

 “Your beauty constantly surprises me,” Ahkmenrah said, beaming at you.

 You closed your eyes and bit back your retort, knowing that we are our own harshest critics.

 “I do not mean to rush you, Y/N, but this really is urgent,” Ahkmenrah said, from the spot in which he had obviously been pacing.

 You pulled your crossbody bag out of your backpack and pulled your keys off the hook by the door.

 “Can you bring your large bag, too? Please?”

 “Is everything okay?” you asked, shoving your small bag back into your backpack and hoisting the straps over your shoulders.

 You held the apartment door open as Ahkmenrah rushed out.

 “I have discovered something I am most eager to share with you.”

 This time, Ahkmenrah took your hand and led you through the streets and onto the subway.

 * * * * *

“Are you ready?” Ahkmenrah asked as he held his currently lifeless tablet in his hands.

 “I still don’t know what I’m getting ready for, Ahk.”

 “Trust me, please.”

 “I do. Okay—I’m ready!” you couldn’t help but to be a bit excited. Whatever was about to happen was surely going to be remarkable.

 Ahkmenrah concentrated on his tablet and spoke a string of words that you could only partially understand. Reading ancient Egyptian was one thing, but speaking it was still something of a mystery for scholars. Listening to it spoken by a native, well that was obviously unprecedented.

 The tablet began to glow, emitting a soft white light until it looked like Ahkmenrah was holding a piece of the moon in his hands.

 Then, a shimmering rift, almost like a doorway appeared beside the tablet. Still holding the glowing tablet in his left hand, Ahkmenrah held out his right to you.

 “Come on.”

 Your heart was hammering in your chest and your hand trembled as you placed it into his. Ahkmenrah led you through the doorway, which closed as soon as you took one step away from it.

 You swallowed, quite sure that if your heart hadn’t stopped yet it was about to. Your eyes couldn’t possibly take in your surroundings fast enough and your mind was working so hard to reconcile what just happened that you felt a little faint.

 You looked down and your feet were planted firmly on smooth stone, tiny grains of sand swirling at your feet. You could feel the heat of the dessert, immediately stifling. Hearing it before seeing it, you slowly turned and beheld the river you had only ever seen in your dreams.

 “Welcome to Wase, Y/N.”

 You turned your eyes away from the majesty of the Nile and back to Ahkmenrah’s face. You thought, for a horrific moment, that you were going to throw up. You swallowed, audibly, your mouth working to form words.

 “Wase,” you repeated in a hushed, raw voice, your mind working to make sense of that name.

 Then, it clicked.

 “My god . . . we’re in Thebes.”

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

Airborne

Summary: Spirit makes an apperance at the school yet again to see Ashley and check on Maka’s progress with her. But like he always does, he starts a scene the second he decides that it’s a good idea to flirt it up with his friend. Who is in a relationship.

W: self-insert x canon, fluff (near the end), humor

((Note: This idea came about with a conversation with my good friend @shinsen-haruki and this is both our ideas combined but she really came up with the meat of this with me and I just love it so much. I died and it needs to be written and made a thing. Also it reference’s Haru’s insert which is my weapon! Might have some more fics with Spirit, this one is just for fun.))

My hand pressed against my mouth as I let out a soft and quiet yawn. With a cup of coffee in my hands, I made my way towards my classroom and reading myself for the day. In a few minutes, the hall will be busy with students moving to their next class, and I wanted to make it in time. My class wasn’t starting for another hour, but I had papers that I hadn’t gotten to yet. I had a late night last night and ended up falling asleep with them halfway finished. Granted, I wasn’t sure how much good it was going to do now.

I tried to freshen up my mood, though it was quite difficult after I woke up alone. After staying at Stein’s for so long, the one night that I had to stay at my own place I felt lonely. It’s hard sleeping alone when you get used to sleeping beside someone. Well, somewhat.

Just as I was moving down the hall, I heard a voice calling my name from behind me. I turned around, giving a slight smile as best as I could manage to the redhead that tried to catch up with me. “Ashley! Good morning, how’re you?” Spirit asked with a spring to his step that made me want to laugh. It wasn’t unusual for him to be eccentric, but I wondered what was causing his good mood.

“Morning, Spirit. I’m okay. Had a late night.”

“Ah, really? That’s too bad. I hope you’re not working yourself too hard now. You don’t want to get dark circles under those pretty blues!”

I rolled my eyes, but laughed at his compliment anyway. I’d grown used to the comments, and most of the time I don’t even pay attention. This could be really deadly for either of us, but mainly just Spirit. I was too tired to even notice what was going on, which made it an even deadlier situation.

He stepped beside me, shoving his hands into his pockets and grinning widely. It helped my mood to see him so happy, and I felt myself cheering up at least a little bit. One of the good things that I like about being friends with Spirit. Sure, he can sometimes be a bit too much, but his heart can be in the right place.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but… is there a reason your here today?” I asked, inching closer and closer at a slower pace to my room.

The man shook his head for a moment, and then snapped his fingers as if he had forgotten.

“Actually, I was wondering how my little girl is doing! I heard that she’s been seeing you a lot lately after class!”

“And where did you hear that from?” I asked.

“Oh, y’know… around…”

I narrowed my eyes, seeing the sweat forming on his forehead.

“Right…” I rolled my eyes, knowing well enough that wasn’t the case, “You know that I don’t disclose too much information, Spirit. Maka trusts me, and I can’t break that trust. I can tell you, though, that she is doing very well in class. As usual, her grades are superb!”

I knew that Spirit was spying on her and listening to the chatter as much as possible. I understood that he was just trying to care, and I enjoyed that he was. It was one of the things that I kept close, and once Maka was ready to talk about it then she can open herself up to it. But she wasn’t there yet. And he needed to understand boundaries and letting her move at her own pace. She felt hurt and all kinds of emotions that were causing her to feel overwhelmed at times.

None of this was mine to share, and he knew that.

“Right, of course. I’m glad that she has you as her teacher! Honestly, I’m a little jealous she’s been seeing so much of you,” He raised his eyebrow in a familiar flirtatious way that I was familiar with being his friend, “We haven’t spent time together in a while.”

I cut my eyes, glancing down the hallway and feeling slightly uncomfortable by the shift in conversation. It was something that I should’ve seen coming. It’s just what he does, and I tried to accept that. Even though we’ve established a very thick line between us as friends, he’s still the flirt that he always is. He never seems to get it, no matter how many times I tell him. But sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Other times, he really thinks that he can shift my attention.

“I know, I know. But that really isn’t my fault. I’ve been busy with work, and Stein and I have been-”

“You two are really getting serious, aren’t yah? I have to say I’m surprised that anyone could get romantically involved with that creep, let alone…” He shudders a bit, obviously thinking of things he shouldn’t.

I narrowed my eyes, folding my arms across my chest and taking a long sip of my coffee. I needed to be more awake for this conversation.

“Yeah, well… I’m kinda in love with him, so… get used to it… maybe…”

“I still say that he doesn’t deserve someone as lovely as you. You and I totally have a lot more chemistry, don't you feel it, Ashley?”

I opened my mouth to speak, feeling my face flush with embarrassment as he was talking a bit too loud. Swallowing hard, I shifted my feet and got quiet just in time for me to hear a soft sound from behind us. Spirit’s own eyes widened, and he stopped his theatrics of bending down on his knee when he heard it to. The soft sound of clicking. Not just any clicking. The familiar sound of a screw being turned.

Click, click, click, click.

My bones grew cold, and I watched Spirit slowly stand up and glance behind me.

“Please, Spirit, continue what you were saying. I was quite interested to hear this.”

Stein’s voice spoke up, his eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses. I could barely look at him, one because he was so much taller to me in the flats I wore, but also he was terrifying. It didn’t take a lot of glancing to know that he was giving Spirit a look of death. The curl of his lips frightened me the most, the redhead beside me immediately trying to plead his case.

“Uh, h-hey Stein, uh…” His voice trailed off, and he held up his hands in defense, “It’s not what it looks like I swe- AAHH!!”

My eyes widened, the scene going by too fast for me to keep up. One second I heard Spirit pleading for his life, then the next I see him being launched across the room at an unfathomable speed. As he did so, the dismissal bell had rang and all the students had already started piling out of the classrooms. Stein slowly lowered his knee leg that he had used to kick the man into the wall, adjusting his glasses on his face and grinning wickedly.

All I could hear was the loud groans of the man that was literally half inside the wall at the end of the hallway. It took less than a blink for that to happen, and now I was contemplating whether I should make sure he was okay. But from the look on Stein’s face, I knew that would be a very bad idea. The students were trying to figure out what exactly was going on, half staring at him with confusion and another half just walking on as worse has happened before.

“Stein, do you really think that was-”

“Necessary? Do you think that I was too soft on him? I could go back and kick him some more.”

“No, please… don’t do that…”

Stein nodded, pulling out a cigarette to light it between his lips. He breathed in a quick puff, obviously very pleased with himself.

Glancing back over at Spirit, he was still stuck inside the wall, but now Mai was rushing over to see if he was alright. And right beside her was Maka who was palming her face in frustration for her father. She didn’t even have to look at the scene for long to know that he obviously upset someone. I wanted to explain, but Stein’s heavy gaze was keeping my feet planted firmly on the ground.

Stepping towards my classroom, I avoided everyone’s eyes as Stein held my door open for me. His eyes quickly cut to Spirit who was now pulled out of the wall and somewhat still conscious. The glare that he gave him was bone chilling. I honestly was happy that I never had been victim to that gaze. It tells a lot with it just being a glance of the eyes. It’s frightening when you know just what Stein is capable of.

He shut the door, turning to me as I sat down my papers on the desk. Shifting closer to me, he pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear and caused me to shudder a bit.

“Please, don’t say anything…” I mumbled, “I know that… he got out of line and was highly inappropriate, but he’s still my friend.”

“You couldn’t be friends with someone who isn’t Spirit.”

“Are you threatened by him?” I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

“I am many things, but threatened of Spirit is not one of them. He’s just annoying… I just had to teach him some manners, that’s all.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes.

“Yeah, and break a few bones while we’re at it.”

“Oh, we could only be so lucky.”

Stein grinned, leaning against the desk and giving us a little bit more closeness in distance to one another. He pressed his palm to my cheek, thumb sliding across the bone like he usually does. His hands were cold, as they always were. But that didn’t make me shift away at all.

Turning my face a bit, I felt my cheeks burning brightly and almost forgetting about the whole scene back there. Well, I hadn’t forgotten. Even though I knew all the shit I’d hear from Mai and Spirit later about this, I honestly found it endearing in a weird way that Stein would go to these lengths when it comes to other men flirting with me.

“Next time, I won’t be so generous with him. You know that, right?” He said, looking pretty serious.

“I know, I’ll talk to him… again… I’m definitely not worth dying for.”

I laughed, even though I knew that Stein wouldn’t go that far. Not unless he did something super drastic like hurt me in some way. But Spirit wouldn’t do that. He genuinely, even though he can cross the line, cares about my well being. When I first started dating Stein he was genuinely worried, which I keep trying to stress to him that I’m fine. I’m used to the reaction by now, and I know this man better than I did in the past. I know that he wouldn’t hurt me, and I know that I can trust him with my life.

Stein laughed as well, resting his forehead against mine in a way that made my heart thump. It felt like our souls were melting as one in this moment, and it just made me feel even closer to him. I always enjoyed these moments the most. Sometimes they get to be too much that my eyes water, but I’m completely content.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” He said, softly that I almost asked him to repeat what he meant.

But I didn’t.

[monsterfanfic]

Chapter 01: Lost and Found

      From the computer to the board. From the board to the computer. The motions continued. Ms. Martin stood in front of the auditorium sized classroom, speaking on cells and DNA as the two smart boards behind her displayed everything the Professor stated. Naturally Eva found herself looking over notes, making sure every key detail was taken down. Most of this would be reviewed once labs started, so no need to stress over it. Besides, this is Eva's third year taking a science course under Professor Martin. By now the professor's antics were memorized. Hopefully, anyways.        Shifting to the right, Eva arched an eyebrow as she faced her roommate and best friend since freshmen year at New York University, Kelly Griffin, as the two clearly had different outlooks when it came to Martin's class. Leaning back in the cushion seat, Eva crossed her arms, plainly giving Kelly her attention.        "What?" Kelly whispered, but her lack of knowledge as to why Eva was looking at her, proved the point as to what the real reason was by itself.       "We will have a test in two days, Kels."       "I know. I don't need to write notes for everything she says to pass. Besides, are you going to even remember half of that shit by Friday?"       "Maybe not," Eva responded honestly, making them of both smirk. "At least I'm trying though."      False hope was more than nothing at all. At least its giving the chance to succeed. Instead of completely ignoring everything by being on Amazon searching for phone cases.  

      "Trying my ass. I rather do it my way then play with my own emotions."        It was the same petty discussion every time. They both believed in different rituals. Rituals that had served both of them over their years. Kelly has been a last-minute study person her life, while Eva believes if you continue to go over the material it has no choice, but stick to you.       "So, what? You’re going to spend damn near a hundred dollars on what? Five phone cases, a new screen protector, and.......a lightening phone charger? Really, Kels?"  "What? I need this stuff. Do you know how hard it is to do my make-up, listen to music while trying to charge my phone, which by the way, has a shortage?"        Eva couldn't master up a response. For one that was bizarre, yet expected. Kelly had no need for any of the objects in her online shopping cart, but it's what makes her happy. So, either she'll buy them now or she'll just give her doctor of a father the task of doing it later.        These two are from two different lifestyles, but that's what keeps their friendship evened out. Their differences became a balance.         Most importantly she didn't have too much time to respond because in just that short timing an Pop Quiz was being displayed on the two smart boards. Sighing, Eva closed the laptop, putting everything away and dropping her phone down by her bag. With only her notebook and pencil out, she headed her paper properly; waiting until Professor Martin flipped the screen to the quiz itself.       Kelly looked up, not an inch of surprise crossing her face. Instead she rose an eyebrow at her beloved friend and went back to her shopping. Which most did. Pop quizzes were a bare minimum of only five percent of the class overall grade; in Martin's. Eva wouldn't take her chances however. Besides, passing these quizzes is known to help Martin lighten up on the red pen during grading.        In a matter of seconds, Eva went from wanting to smack some sense into Kelly to starting with her first written response answer to an DNA cell related question of a total of five. It would take her the rest of class to finish these questions because of how much detail was expected from each student.      By the time Martin's infamous timer went off, Eva was finishing her last sentence.        "Time's up. Drop your papers off on your way out, I'll have them graded by Monday after your test. Have a nice day."        Ripping out the paper from the ridged ends of the notebook, Eva dropped it and her pencil in her book bag before getting up and following Kelly down the stairs.       Together the girls joined the crowd leaving the science related building and into the fall breeze of the October weather. The hurricanes and unbearable heat was finally over, while Eva's favorite seasons start to take over. The changing of leaves, from heat to warm and cool temperature drop lower. Meaning the chance to pull out all her favorite clothes. Sweaters, hoodies, thigh-high boots that were brought during the summer while on fifty-percent off sales, long sleeve shirts whether button or pull overs, and baseball caps even.      The weather of love and fashion.       "We should go out tonight."        Bringing herself out of her head, making up possible outfits with future shopping trips, that may not even happen; Eva looked at Kelly, who was digging in her bag like a crazy woman. Maybe for her phone. The girl wouldn't live without it if you paid her to do so. While, Eva could leave hers unattended for days if she wanted.        "I don't know, Kels."       "Why not?" Snapping her head into Eva's direction, Kelly finally stopped digging in that damn bag. "What do you honestly have to do better? Study?"      "No, sleep."        "Bitch," Eva laughed at her response, walking the path to Kelly's next lab. "How about you resend those pictures for the note packet in Steven's class and give yourself some time to rethink that decision? Its free tonight if we're there before 11. And neither of us have classes tomorrow."        Sighing, Eva went to her pockets then to her bag. Coming up short on both ends. Of course. She forgot her phone when dropping it beside her bag right before the quiz. Professor Martin would have a class in less than ten minutes and even though she had no fancy iPhone, that Note 7 would catch the eye of anyone worthy of wanting it. Including her nosy professor.      "I forgot it......"      "Really, Ev? That's like the third time you've done that."      "I know," Stopping Kelly from walking backwards, Eva held her hands up, declining the offer. "I'll go. You head to class, I'll send the notes before you get there so you can have them up before he starts."       Not wasting a second, both of them split ways and Eva retreated their steps back to the building so many of her classmates had just piled out of. It sounds different, even felt different when walking into the silent hallway. The doors of Martin, Williams, and Mr. Elza's classes were open for the next group of students, thankfully none of them stood outside waiting, attempting to start up conversations. Eva didn’t plan to stop until she was entering the class, and that’s, thankfully, how everything planned out.

     "I know what you're here for."      Sighing, she shook her head, walking into the class. Of course, Martin was a sticker for cleanliness, time, and most importantly someone paying attention. Eva should've known her fear of someone else getting her phone would be nothing compared to Martin getting her hands on it herself.        "I'm sorry," Eva mumbled, but was cut short from an intruder's voice coming from the opposite side of the room. Her phone only inches away from where the man stood.      "Good, because I don’t plan on wasting much more time." He responds, his eyes fixed on the phone and then to Martin. Conforming what Eva thought; neither of them cared that she was even here. Honestly, Eva was too caught up in the secret guest to care why she came back. Call her nosy, but it was surly interesting.       His voice was all male. Deep, masculine, raspy, and commanding all the attention in every corner of the room with each syllable oozing from those pink, plump lips.       His attention was solely on the class room, taking in every detail as if it was his first time being here. The tone of his voice betraying that thought.       Eva kept her distance, easily slipping out the doorway of the class from their visual, but definitely close enough to eavesdrop on the conversation. She's never known Martin to have such a secretive life. The woman had sense the sexy stranger before he even spoke and did so with so much ease that Eva knew this wasn't the first and if she didn't have whatever this predator wanted, it wouldn't be the last.       "I haven't gotten my hands on it yet."      "That's not what I want to hear. It’s been almost two months, Vivien."      "Yeah, well it’s not the easiest task here, East." Dropping her famous red pen, Ms. Martin looked up who Eva could now call East.      "Especially when you're not trying."      The low rumble of Rihanna's singing Consideration caught the conversation, cutting through the tension filled room. Eva sighed in relief, after a second of silence she peeked into the class. Her eyes darting in the direction of her phone once she saw the screen lightening up against the tiled floor.      "I'll be back." The next second his tattooed hand was covering the phone. Eva's eyes trailing the lengths of his arms, both filled of drawings, cartoons, words which she couldn't make out, and random things that her eyes couldn't concentrate on. East heading at her. His long legs getting him across the class, past a terrified Martin, and to Eva in seconds.      Now, she sees him. The man's arms and neck covered in tattoos also the only places she hadn't saw where the areas his black Tommy Hilfiger shirt hid. One even right above his right eye the lone word "Mugga" traced cursively. The scruffy beard and low eyes made her back into the red painted wall behind her. His height causing Eva to tilt her head up.       "Yours?" East holds out the oversize Tinker Bell phone case holding the Samsung device, his raspy voice low as if he's not interested in anyone else hearing their conversation. Maybe he isn't.       Eva looked at the phone, then to his fingers. Each finger having the letters: E A S T written on each one. The name was obviously popular.      East Harlem. The hint of an Spanish roll to his tongue.      "Mines." It was a stupid, stupid response, but the best she could come up with. There's something about a young girl when she's in the presence of a commanding, handsome, and older man that’ll make her act a fool of herself.       Grabbing the cell phone, Eva checked her screen for any scratches or cracks, fortunately for her today was the lucky day. The sound of a low chuckle caught her attention and she looked up to see East shaking his head at her, the sight of a perfect smile staring back at her.       "Be careful." And then he was gone.

     "I cannot believe I let you talk me into this bull." Eva's voice radiated through the dorm room. Her freshly painted nails tracing the leather material of her sleeveless crop top down to ripped jeans hugging her thighs and hips.       For the past two hours, she's been in and out of clothes. From one hanger to the next as each fell to the comforter on her bed. Giving into the idea of clubbing with Kelly wasn't a fight. She knew from the second she asked, they'll be going together. For one, there's the buddy system which they live by. Secondly, it was Wednesday. Fox in Brooklyn was free until whenever every Wednesday night. She wouldn't miss another weeknight outing.       "Please." Looking over at Kelly, Eva shot her a look before grabbing her make-up case and heading to the bathroom that separated their room and the girls next door. Surprisingly, neither Eva or Kelly have introduced themselves to their suite-mates. Maybe if this was their freshmen year, yeah. But now at their junior years, it's a no go. Kelly isn't everyone’s number one, anyway. From her ties with Wall Street moguls through her father, expensive taste in clothes, shoes, and even food. Plus, her loud mouth. Few chose to deal with Kelly Griffin. While Eva simply never makes time for any of it.      "Momma Reed calling you, Ev!"       Plugging in the flat iron, Eva made sure the heat was appropriate before leaving out the bathroom and back to her bed where the flashing phone laid. Luckily, Kelly answered the phone call or she would've been stuck with another river flow of missed calls and voicemail.       "Mama." She took the call back into the bathroom, leaving Nicole Reed on speaker as she parted her wavy hair into sections to straighten.       "Eva, I called you earlier after your afternoon class. Did something happen? You're okay?"       "No, momma. Everything is fine, I just got busy with some papers and a class project," And most of my day was spent thinking of a man who is has an DANGER sign nailed into his chest. "I saw your call, but I just figured I could call you later on."      “You know I worry about you, Eva. Later on isn't promise, sweetheart."      Nicole Reed is an dear woman. She loves hard and means well, but what Eva has learned over the years is her mother has dealt with many misfortunes. Situations that have left tarnished memories in her and burned her joy. Eva only knows of only one disaster that could leave a mother so hurt and scared. Her oldest brother Nick Rita disappeared during the early 2000s, not once showing any signs of worry or hurt to their mother. Eva thought the idea of her mother losing her first born would keep them settle. Just in case, Nick ever showed up again. Instead, they ran months after he disappeared and haven’t been back to Atlanta since.        From house to house, neighborhood to neighborhood, state to state, and even out of the country once where they called Europe home a year.       Nothing helped the trouble soul. Eva knew after some time her mother was going crazy. Or at least losing it. The late whispers of monsters, Nicole mumbling low words with the lone name Nick catching Eva's attention each time.      "Mom, I'm okay. You worry about me too much."     "For God's sake, Eva, you went to New York. Of course, I do. You're in danger's plate."      Monsters live.       Her favorite words.      "Ma......"        Trailing down the pieces of hair, Eva was half way finished and decided that some lipstick and a quick fresh face would be the perfect look for the night.     "I'm fine. I'm promise, but......I gotta go, ma. I'll call you tomorrow afternoon. Love you."       Pressing the red button on her screen, Eva watched the picture or herself and her mother disappeared as her phone log appeared.      "Same ol'?" Eva nodded at Kelly's question before grabbing a rubber hair tie and parting the top of her now straighten jet black tresses. Making a ponytail before fixing it into a high-top knot.       "If same ol' is another way of saying crazy? Yes, same ol'."      "Your mother is passionate, Eva. You'll be glad to have her one day." 

      Those words weren’t as effective as the first time she heard them, but, still forcing Eva to drop her arms and look at the back of her best friend as she walked out the bathroom. Not for too long, but she did dwell on the thought. Of course, death is in everyone's plans, but doesn't make it any easier to accept. Does Nicole drive her crazy? Yes, but, she's her mother. That’s what expected. Besides they do say mother knows best. 

     She stills remember telling her mother that she would be attending New York University. Being accepted mostly from graduating top ten of her high school class. Most parents would die in happiness, trying to make sure the funds would be there for the child's admission just in case FASFA caused any headaches. They'll make sure that the trip there and picking of dorms for their child or children would be an enjoyable and memorable time. Very few would be complaining and crying for the child to change their minds.       Nicole hated every second of the process. Always finding a way to make sure she was getting into Eva's mind.      So far, she's done so, just instead, Nicole is pushing her in the opposite direction. 

     "I need some of this!" Eva shouted over the music playing. She knew the song from riding with Kelly, but the artist's name wouldn't pop up for nothing.       For the past three hours, this has been their sanctuary. From forgetting about test, notes, quizzes, homework, papers, or projects. Even overprotective mothers and handsomely scary strangers. Everything that wasn't club talk was like speaking Creole to both Eva and Kelly. All they wanted for tonight was some peace. Away from the dorms of NYU and to the place of where normal teenagers relaxed and enjoyed their weekend-like Wednesday night.       "Here," Kelly handed over the cup to Eva, the sound of a sudden gasp and a frown meet Eva soon after.        Beside Kelly and Eva, there was a man. Standing at about six feet even, dressed in all black. Eva hadn't notice him before maybe because she spotted her friend across the club with a cup and with only one of them holding the fake ID to be old enough to drink; she didn't care to pay attention to anything else.        Taking a gulp of it, Eva went to hand it back, but Kelly waved her off motioning to have to have it. Nodding, she excused herself from the small moment her friend and the grim keeper were having and finished the shot within seconds.      Tossing the cup away, Eva went outside, past the bouncer who she remembers Kelly calling Devin and outside to the coolness of the late-night air. She wasn't so sure of going back in. What she expected the drink to do; cool her off, give her dehydrated body some liquids. It seems to have done the opposite. Maybe it's the fact it's Hennessy. Regardless, she needed to be away from the loudness, heat, and intoxicating scent of weed the inside of the club provided her with.       It takes all of ten minutes for Eva to realize that she was either a low tolerance person or worst and she was drugged. It couldn't be though. It just had to be that in that small shot of Hennessy, she hit her limit. Kelly wouldn't allow her to drink something drugged.      Her body was going into panic mode, but she couldn’t lift a muscle now. Everything was weary. Sliding down the brick wall of the club, Eva dropped her phone between her legs. The wallet case falling open and her debt card and driver license falling out right in front of her.     "Fuck...."     ‘Deep breaths and keep your eyes open.’       She chanted that over and over before Eva could take control of her posture. Out the corner of her eye, she saw the bouncer moving closer to her, but thankfully for her unalert body he stayed a few feet away as if he was trying to be protective of her.      "I got it." That voice.      Seconds later that same tattooed hand wrapped around her phone, picking up the cards also in the process, but paying attention closest to the license.       "Eva....look up."       The sight of the face she had just encountered hours ago meet her glazy eyes. Eva didn't know whether she should be on guard or accept the help because whatever was going on, she couldn't fight alone. But who was he to help? Some stranger.        "I need to find Kel." She finally mumbles, her tongue feeling too heavy for her mouth in the moment.       This was either happening for a reason or she was in trouble. Out of millions of people in one city how does she run into someone twice, who by the way, she doesn't know, in one day?       There was no time to dwell on her thoughts. Before her reappearing guest could answer to her request of finding her friend; everything was gone black on her.

[realisticallycynical]

A Little Like Whiplash

(based on this, part two of this, Russian translations under the story itself) 

Jonathan isn’t generally a judgemental person. He likes to think that he sees the best in most people, even if they don’t deserve it.

For some reason, he’s never been able to do that with Yuri Plisetsky, the Russian bombshell that nobody knows or cares to know because he’s terrifying and has a tendency to be an asshole.

He has the distinct impression that Yuri, despite clearly not being a scholarship kid (he’s wearing designer everything, and he drives a Maserati; there’s no way that he came to Portland State for any reason other than that he wanted to), would rather be anywhere but here. He sleeps through the two classes that he shares with Jonathan, and for some reason, the professors allow it. If he was a bit less of an antisocial shit, though, Jonathan would probably have a crush; for all his faults, Yuri is one the most attractive person that he’s ever seen outside of magazines with his immaculately braided, waist-length hair and pouty lips and perfect eyeliner (Jonathan is sure he’s the only one that’s noticed that last bit; the subtlety of it is the reason it’s so damn perfect).

The first time he ever actually says anything, it’s one of those days that the professor decides, for whatever reason, not to show up for class. Until the fifteen minute limit passes, the class hums with a low buzz of noise. Yuri, predictably, is asleep.

Jonathan has a few friends in this class, Anthony and Thomas, and they’re chatting quietly about the baseball game on Saturday. Somehow, the topic shifts to that one asshole that’s always sleeping through class.

“Fifteen minutes!” The girl by the door calls out, and the class gets up.

“I’m just saying, why pay for the classes if you’re just gonna sleep through them?” Anthony says, shouldering his bag and heading for the door.

There’s a snort from behind them. Veronica. Jonathan really doesn’t want to deal with her right now; she’s even worse than Yuri, if only because she isn’t quiet about her disdain for the rest of them. “You know they only accept applications from people like him because he’s part of a minority, right?”

When she sees Jonathan’s raised eyebrows, she mistakes his irritation for curiosity. “Come on, don’t tell me you can’t tell. He’s a goddamn fairy.”

He’s wondering if outing himself here and now would make the situation better or worse when there’s an angry “Huh?” from behind them. The loud bang that follows terrifies all of them, but particularly Jonathan, Veronica, and the other two. Jonathan hadn’t even noticed that Yuri was awake, much less that he was nearby. Now his foot is against the wall, not even an inch from Veronica’s head (flexible, Jonathan can’t help but think). The look on his face pumps shards of ice through Jonathan’s veins.

“There is nothing wrong with being gay,” he growls.

His voice is different than Jonathan would have expected; maybe it’s a bit stereotypical, but he’d expected a low tenor, rather than a mezzo baritone, and his accent is there, but not nearly as thick as Jonathan expected. He stalks out of the room dangerously, and the entire class just stands there in shock for a moment.

Next week, when Veronica stops coming to class and he hears that she’s been expelled, Jonathan is sure that it has everything to do with the rich guy sleeping two seats behind him.

“Jonathan, there are only three people in your group for the upcoming term paper,” the professor says, jolting Jonathan out of his thoughts. It’s true; he, Anthony, and Thomas are planning on working together, since there were an odd number of people in the class. Now that Veronica is gone, that’s not true anymore. “I’m assigning Yuri to your group.”

Fantastic, Jonathan thinks, glancing at Yuri.

He looks up blearily and mutters something in the most snide, sarcastic voice Jonathan has ever heard– yoroshiku onegaishimasu –before dropping his head back on his arms. That didn’t sound like Russian, Jonathan thinks, packing up to leave.

Thomas nudges him. “Dude!” he whispers. “He speaks Japanese? What the hell? And I think that was supposed to be polite, but it sounded like an insult.”

“He can also hear you,” comes from behind them. Yuri has apparently given up on sleep since class is over, and has his phone in his hand. The one that isn’t texting reaches behind him and tugs on something that releases the bun he’s sporting today, letting the waist-length braid fall down his back. He leans his face in one hand and stares at his phone boredly. “You three aren’t the most oblivious people I know, but you’re definitely in the top twenty.”

Jonathan doesn’t know what to say, really. The hottest, laziest guy in class is in a group with him for a paper that’s worth twenty percent of their grade, and their first conversation has gotten off to the worst start possible.

“So,” Anthony says awkwardly. “When do you guys want to meet up?”

“I’m only free on Tuesdays. Yuri, I’m pretty sure you only have class twice a week? Maybe we can meet up for lunch,” Thomas says, trying a friendly approach.

“I can’t meet up on my days off. I have training. It’s a paper on the Japan’s involvement in World War II and how it affects today, right?” Yuri asks, still looking bored.

“Yeah. What do you mean? Do you practice all day on every one of your days off or something?” Anthony sounds mildly teasing, but there’s an undertone of disbelief there.

Yuri looks at Anthony, as if he can’t believe he would ask such a stupid question. “Um, yes? What else would I be doing?”

None of them really has a response for that. Yuri doesn’t look like the athletic type, really. He’s lean, almost willowy; not skinny by any means, since there’s definitely muscle there, but it’s not the build Jonathan would expect from an athlete who practices as much as Yuri claims to.

“Anyway, I’ll deal with the history part,” Yuri says, standing up and stretching. Jonathan tries not to stare at the thin strip of skin that appears when he does. What? He may be an asshole, but Yuri is gorgeous. He’d have to be dead not to notice. “I’ll have it to you by… Tuesday, right?”

“I can do Tuesday,” Jonathan says, not really sure what’s happening anymore.

“So can I.”

Yuri blinks and glances at the table searchingly. “Right,” he says, picking up a sticky note he’d left there and scribbling something down. “Here’s my number. Text me your emails and I’ll send you my part of the project. Bye.”

He walks out of the room, phone already at his ear. “Beka! Vy prikhodite na obed segodnya?”

Jonathan looks at Anthony and Thomas, not totally sure what just happened. “So who’s going to pick up the slack on his part?”

That’s not actually necessary, it turns out. Jonathan sent Yuri his email out of courtesy, but when he rolls out of bed on Saturday morning, he finds four pages of 12 point Times New Roman font on Japan’s involvement in World War II, complete with instructions to let Yuri know if there’s anything else that they want him to do (but he won’t be doing the whole damn thing, he doesn’t have time for that).

Except for a few grammatical errors, there’s almost nothing wrong with the work. Jonathan is floored. Maybe this is why the professors let Yuri sleep through class. It’s disrespectful as all hell, but from the way he writes, it’s almost like he doesn’t need to be there at all.

When he’s awake and recovered enough to send a reply, he does. He lets Yuri that there’s nothing wrong with the work, and that he’s looking forward to class on Wednesday. He’s not, but it’s the polite thing to do.

Apparently, Yuri doesn’t planning on extending the same courtesy. “Can’t make it,” he says again, looking bored as he taps away on his phone.

This time, Jonathan actually speaks up. “We could meet up after you’re done with practice or something. It actually works out better for me and Anthony, since we have class on Tuesday.”

“That would work, I guess, but I’m going to be in Japan on Tuesday.” The tone of Yuri’s voice doesn’t change, despite the bomb he’s just dropped.

Why the hell would anyone just up and leave for Japan in the middle of the semester? No matter how rich Yuri is (and he’s definitely rich; they may not know anything about him, but he’s definitely a rich Russian of some sort) it makes no sense. He’s going to miss at least three days of class even if he’s only going to be in Japan for one day, which Jonathan highly doubts. He doesn’t care how pretty or smart this kid thinks he is, there’s no way for him to pass his classes with the way he acts.

“Then cancel it.” He doesn’t even realize that he’s saying the words until they’re out of his mouth, and by then it’s too late.

The look that Yuri fixes on him is as dangerous as it was that day with Veronica. “Fuck you.”

Jonathan backpedals. “I didn’t mean–”

Yuri’s phone rings, cutting him off. The ringtone in itself is enough to cause all three jaws to drop; it’s some classical thing with a boys’ choir singing in what sounds like Latin. Yuri sneers at them, and Jonathan can’t help but think he may have fucked up pretty bad. “Just send me whatever part you want me to handle for the presentation and I’ll do it. Tell me to cancel my trip again, and I won’t do my bit. I’ll still pass without this stupid project.”

He gets up and stalks toward the door, picking up the phone. “Yeah, yeah. I’m on my way to the parking lot now. Shit! Would it kill you to wait a minute and a half, Dad? I said I’ll be there in a minute! Katsudon, get your husband off the goddamn phone when he’s driving. Do you want to die?”

Yet again, there’s this feeling of not really knowing what’s happening by the time Yuri is out of sight. I’ll still pass without this stupid project, he said. That’s almost impossible, unless he has an A in the class. Which he shouldn’t, because he sleeps through it. His participation grade alone should have dropped him to a B unless he’s gotten A’s on every single assignment. There’s no way.

“I need a drink,” Jonathan mutters, and there are murmured agreements from Anthony and Thomas both. “You guys want to go to Shizuku?”

“I’m down.” Anthony says. “Hell, I’ll pay. My treat, after all of that bullshit.”

It’s not even ten minutes to their favorite restaurant by car, but they figure it’ll be easier to walk. There’s no point in driving three cars to get to one place, and none of them are keen on getting their cars out of the student lot right now, since it’s nearly rush hour.

It takes them about thirty minutes to get there, and it’s blessedly empty when they do. There are only a few occupied tables. Still, it seems louder than it usually does, Jonathan notices as they’re waiting to be seated. There’s one table in particular that seems to be making more noise than the rest of the restaurant combined. That makes sense, he thinks, eyeing the back of a silver-haired man’s head. There are a lot of them. At least six, it looks like.

“Posmotrite na kotenke, Beka! Eto tak milo! Posmotrite na svoikh malen'kikh lapakh i khvoste.” That voice… it sounds way too happy to be him, but given how the day has gone, Jonathan wouldn’t be surprised.

The silver haired guy moves slightly. It looks like he leaned his face on his hand. “Yurio, don’t be rude. You and your friend aren’t the only people at this table, you know. Richard and Estephania are here too, and they don’t speak Russian.”

“It’s fine,” the person on silver haired’s left says. She has long, dark hair that swishes when she shakes her head. “It’s funny to see Yuri so excited about something for once.”

Jonathan gets a partial view of someone with dark hair and a very serious face. It’s almost scary how quickly he realises that he’s being looked at, and he looks Jonathan dead in the eye. The man nods once, then looks away without acknowledging him further.

“Beka? What are you looking at?” A head of blond hair comes into view, and Jonathan finds himself looking directly into the eyes of Yuri Plisetsky.

I fucked up, Jonathan thinks immediately, watching the mirth drain out of Yuri’s eyes almost instantly, replaced with irritation.

“Johnny? What is it– Oh, shit.” Anthony hides behind a menu.

“If you’re stalking me, I swear to god I will shove my silverware up your respective asses,” Yuri says, looking dead serious. “I have more than enough stalkers.”

That’s cause enough for Jonathan to pause and wonder what he means, but then the strangest thing happens. Instead of looking even remotely alarmed, the way any normal person would, the three people with their backs facing toward Jonathan, Anthony, and Thomas all turn at a totally normal, unhurried pace. Two of them, the silver haired man and the Asian looking man next to him, are even smiling.

“Hello!” the silver haired man says, waving. “Are you Yurio’s friends? Here, come sit with us! We’ve never met any of his friends from school before.”

Who the hell says something like that after hearing him call us stalkers? Jonathan thinks, feeling out of his element and way too overwhelmed. There’s really nothing to do but accept, so the three of them walk to the table as a group.

“Ya dumal, chto u vas ne bylo druzey v Amerike,” the serious man says to Yuri quietly, probably trying not to be heard.

Yuri looks murderous. “Ya ne.”

There’s a split second war between Thomas, Jonathan, and Anthony as to who is going to sit next to the scary serious guy. Jonathan loses. It’s fine. He’ll take scary serious guy over angry Yuri Plisetsky any day.

“My name is Otabek. Yuri is my best friend,” scary serious guy says, holding out a hand.

Jonathan takes it hesitantly, but Otabek’s grip isn’t anything but polite. “Jonathan. That’s Thomas, and that’s Anthony. We take American History with Yuri.”

“My name is Victor, and this is my husband Yuuri! Not your Yuri, we call him Yurio,” the silver haired man says. The Japanese man next to him blushes, and Jonathan supposes that he’s the other Yuuri.

“I will shove my knife shoes so far up your ass, Nikiforov, that you won’t be able to sit for a year,” Yuri warns.

“Yurio is our son. We’re so glad Yuri is actually making friends at school, I was worried for a while. I’m sure you know how tricky he can be sometimes,” Victor continues, ignoring the incredibly violent threat as if it happens every day. What the hell did Yuri even mean by knife shoes, anyway?

“You shut the fuck up, old man!”

It doesn’t surprise Jonathan in the slightest that Yuri has two dads; it explains a lot about the whole incident with Veronica earlier this year. What he is surprised about is the fact that Yuri’s dads seem so… nice.

Jonathan isn’t sure if that’s pleasant or terrifying.

“Victor and Yuuri are my figure skating coaches,” Yuri mutters, sounding like he’d rather be doing anything but this.

“Wait, you’re a figure skater?” Thomas asks, looking intrigued; seriously, how that guy manages to be so laid back all the time is– wait, what?

“Is that what you keep missing meetings to practice?” Jonathan asks. Suddenly it all makes sense: the lean muscle, the crazy flexibility and precision it would require to nearly kick someone in the head, the whole random flight to Japan.

The entire table erupts into laughter, even the Hispanic woman and the other man that they haven’t been introduced to yet.

Yuri turns bright red, looking both flustered and annoyed. “Oh, fuck off, all of you. Especially you, Katsudon! You have no right to laugh after what happened with these two.” He points aggressively at the two people Jonathan and the others don’t know.

The Japanese man, Yuuri, is the first one to manage to stop laughing. “I’m sorry, Yura. I’m laughing because I know how you feel.” He turns to Jonathan, Thomas, and Anthony, still smiling brightly. “He actually medalled at the Olympics last year. He’s won gold for Russia several times, as well.”

Jonathan isn’t the only person at the table with his jaw dropped. The waitress comes by and sets waters in front of the three of them. Even when she leaves, he still can’t figure out what he’s supposed to say. He’s pretty sure that earlier today, he just told an Olympian medalist to cancel a trip to what was probably a competition at the last minute. He wants to die of embarrassment, even if he had good reason.

“He probably didn’t mention it because he’s too angry that he let that Canadian get gold and he only got bronze,” Victor teases. He slings an arm around his husband. “Still, my son and my husband on the podium at the same time! It’s any man’s dream. I’m so proud!”

There’s a scraping noise on the table. When Jonathan looks down, he sees that Otabek slid over a phone with the screen open to a news article about men’s figure skating and yep, there’s Yuuri. And that’s definitely Yuri, but he looks… different. Happy. Jonathan looks from Otabek to Yuri to the article, then back to Otabek. He knows he’s panicking, because there’s nothing he can really say to make himself feel less awkward but maybe someone calm like Otabek can help him out.

Otabek gives him a thumbs up.

Translations (let me know if I need to fix any, I don’t speak Russian) 

yoroshiku onegaishimasu - Japanese - I look forward to working with you (yes, he’s being a sarcastic little shit here)

Vy prikhodite na obed segodnya? - Russian - roughly translates to “we’re still on for lunch today?”

Posmotrite na kotenke, Beka! Eto tak milo! Posmotrite na svoikh malen'kikh lapakh i khvoste. - Russian - Look at the kitten, Beka! It’s so cute! Look at its little paws and tail.

Ya dumal, chto u vas ne bylo druzey v Amerike - Russian - I thought you said you don’t have friends in America.

Ya ne. - Russian - I don’t.

[chaospirations]

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  The Oxford English Dictionary defines the word cryptid as “An animal whose existence or survival is disputed or unsubstantiated, such as the yeti.”  For the following witnesses to living cryptids, there is no dispute. In this series of National Cryptid Society’s case files, you will read what the witnesses have experienced in their own words.

Keep an open mind when reading these accounts, and also remember one’s perception and memory of an event can be influenced by the emotions felt at the time of the occurrence. The contributors to this series of articles are doing the best they can to recount what are in some cases very shocking and traumatic experiences.

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NCS Case File #73: Dreaded Skunk Ape Steps out of the Road near Fort McCoy Florida

Location: Burbank Loop,Fort McCoy ,Florida

Date: 9/07/08

Submitted by Mike

“I was driving on Burbank Loop in Fort McCoy, it was 10 pm.

I came around the only curve in the whole road.there it was standing on the edge of the road.

It had dreaded hair about 6 to 10 inches in length,black in color.

I could see the big muscular shoulder form and when he stepped off in the woods in one step(6 to 9 foot) never looked tord me.

I slammed on the brakes backed up as fast as I could,and jumped out of the car and killed the engine so I could and hear.I ran to the edge of woods and stopped.

I saw nothing and didn’t hear a thing,but it smelled stinky like rotten meat.

I stood there a good five minutes nothing.so my girlfriend was scared and wanted to go home so we left.”

NCS Notes:

This witness has not yet responded to follow-up emails.

Fort McCoy resides in Marion county, which is in North Central Florida.

Fort McCoy has two wildlife management areas to the north of the city, as well as Ocala National Forest to the Southeast.

There have been 13 reported sightings of a Bigfoot-like creature in Marion county according to the BFRO (2), and is approximately 30 miles from where a Skunk Ape was reported to have crossed the road in June of 2017 (3).

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NCS Case File #74: Blond Juvenile Bigfoot-Like creature Visits Bird Feeder on All Fours, Leaves Walking Upright Grand Rapids, Michigan

Location: Southwood Village area, Southern portion of Grand Rapids, Michigan

Date: Spring / Summer 2009 or 2010

“It was a cool sunny Spring/Summer morning, I know it was that time of year because if it was full blown summer i wouldn’t have been sitting outside due to the heat.

I was talking on the phone with my friend, she was talking so I wasn’t making a sound. There was a slab of concrete down in front of me, where we’d put scraps of food, popcorn, bread, produce, all kinds of leftovers for the wildlife to eat.

We had a lot of different wildlife that came to our slab to eat, we had wild turkeys, muskrats, turtles, ducks, squirrels, geese, raccoons, opossums, groundhogs, and all different kinds of wild birds. Now we know we had Sasquatches as well.

Anyway as I was sitting there talking to my friend, I was watching all the critter’s that had come to eat. Out of the corner of my eye of my eye I saw this flash of beautiful blonde hair bounding to the slab.

At first I thought it was an Afghan dog, because its hair was smooth as silk and 6 to 7 inches long. It looked like someone had just brushed it’s hair there was a gentle breeze blowing, so it’s hair blew gracefully in the breeze.

Once it got down to the feeding station, it was on all fours, and I could hear this grunting sound like a pig eating, By now I was talking to my friend and I said “you’re not going to believe what I’m seeing!”

I wasn’t sure what it was but I started explaining this creature to her. He had black or very dark brown face, hands and feet, they looked like wrinkled leather.

His nose was turned up a little but yet it was kind of smashed into his face like a monkey. His eyes were black. I say “he” because I didn’t see any female parts, nor did I see any male parts either, so I just figured it was a male.

As I looked at it I felt like I was seeing a Disney Character, I felt euphoric, mesmerized, almost like I was floating. I felt kind of sick inside because I couldn’t wrap my mind around what I was seeing.

By then I told my friend I would call her back later. I was still in my chair trying to comprehend all that was happening. The next thing I knew this thing stood up on its back legs.

It was three to four feet tall, and at the time I was five feet tall, so it was almost as tall as I was, or maybe he was, it was hard to judge everything as things were moving fast and out of sorts. He walked up this small hill we had in our backyard on two feet like a human.

By now I was shaking but I wanted to get a better look at this thing, so I stood up but stayed by my chair. I felt kind of dizzy and wobbly relay out of sorts.

When I stood up this creature dropped down on all fours & took off like a road runner, he moved faster than any animal I’d ever seen move before.

It never occured to me that where a young one is there its mother or a watcher is also, until my friend was talking to me about it years later and he said it’s a good thing you didn’t make a move towards him. You see I didn’t even think about it being a Sasquatch until we had moved away. Seven and a half years later and I started putting it all together.

I ran towards the house out of fear and I wanted to get my Camera in case this thing came back. I went out there long enough to take photos of the yard, and then I ran as fast as I could to get back into the house.

I locked the doors scared that this thing whatever it was would come after me. It could have come from a UFO for all I knew. I sat, shook and cried until my husband came home about forty five minutes to an hour later. I was still shook up when he came in and asked me what had happened.

Seeing this creature changed my life totally. I used to go out and work in the yard from the rising of the sun until it was dark out and my husband would have to come and ask me if I wasn’t going to come in. After this encounter happened I wouldn’t go out in the yard unless my husband came out with me.

He found this to be very odd behavior from what I was like before. He said don’t be silly and I said “I’m not being silly, you’d be afraid if you saw this thing just like I did and am.” He’d just shake his head. He believed that I saw something, but he didn’t understand the impact that it made on my life.

I tried to explain what it was I saw and my husband said it was just a groundhog,  I said does a groundhog walk erect on it hind feet and stand almost as tall as I am, he said Nope. I said I rest my case.

I named this thing the Nebster, where I came up with the name I’ll never know but I had to name it something so my husband would know what I was talking about.

I tried to go back where I saw him run to, it was in a grove of tall trees & low bushes, but there was to much Poison Ivy back there so I stopped going back any further.”

NCS Notes

The area described by the witness and the photos of the area provided show a densely residential area.  However, this is not to say that wildlife cannot penetrate human habitation. Suburban development is much more forgiving than that of an urban environment in terms of patches of woods and open areas that may support small pockets of wildlife, as well as creeks, ditches and thin strips of undeveloped lands where wildlife can travel between destinations. There are several areas like the ones described above along highway 6 that cuts through the southern end of Grand Rapids, and the location of the sighting is adjacent to that highway.

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A three to four foot tall bipedal hair-covered humanoid-like creature may sound like a juvenile Sasquatch, but currently there are four Bigfoot reports for the Grand Rapids area (Kent County), and none of those appear to be within the city limits (4). If it were a juvenile Sasquatch, it was a long way from home and it was taking a risk strolling out in the daylight to feast on the witness’ slab right in front of her.  The behavior and environment seems incongruent with what seems to be “traditional” Sasquatch behavior. Although there are some who are hypothesize there are “urban Sasquatch” who may be dwelling in highly populated areas undetected, I find that scenario highly suspect.  Perhaps this was something else.

Perhaps it was an escaped exotic pet.  There have been many stories of exotic pets that have startled residents at one time or another.  This is usually the standby for any skeptic, but not wrongfully so since these events have happened in the past. One primate with long blondish hair that may fit the size of the described creature may be the Gelada Baboon (5).

One problem with this idea is the lack of a tail in the witness’ description.  The tail of any baboon is pretty obvious, but then again, some things don’t get remembered in the heat of the moment. The witness may have over time embellished the memory or misinterpreted their own perception during such an emotionally jarring event. But then again I am just throwing out alternatives.

The witness stated “I felt euphoric, mesmerized, almost like I was floating. I felt kind of sick inside because I couldn’t wrap my mind around what I was seeing,” “I sat, shook and cried until my husband came home about forty five minutes to an hour later” and “I didn’t even think about it being a Sasquatch until we had moved away.”  This strongly suggests to me that it is possible that the creature the witness observed in her backyard was not a sasquatch at all. Perhaps it was another type of cryptid that was associated with trickery.

A Pukwudgie “little wild man of the woods that vanishes (6)” is a creature found in Delaware and Wampanoag folklore, sometimes said to be 2-to-3-foot-tall. In case the witness misjudged the height of the creature when it stood up and walked away, the Pukwudgie may be a possible candidate for what strolled into her yard that day. “In the Ojibwe and other Great Lakes tribes, the pukwudgie (or bagwajinini) is considered a mischievous but basically good-natured creature who plays tricks on people but is not dangerous (7).” However, Pukwudgies are traditionally described as human-like. The native Wampanoag People of New England legends say Pukwugdgies “were also said to be able to shapeshift into other creatures (8).”

Endnotes

 http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_county_reports.asp?state=fl&county=Marion

 https://nationalcryptidsociety.org/2017/09/04/ncs-case-file-43/

 http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_county_reports.asp?state=mi&county=Kent

 http://zoonooz.sandiegozoo.org/zoonooz/a-most-unusual-primate/

 Hoffman, Charles Fenno (1850). The Poems of Charles Fenno Hoffman. D. Appleton & Co. p. 211.

 http://wakinguponturtleisland.blogspot.com/2017/03/puckwudgie-algonquian.html

 http://www.ghosthuntingtheories.com/2017/02/pukwudgies-possible-proof-they-existed.html

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