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allyvampirelass29 · 4 years

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The Hourglass and The Oracle

A NOS4A2 Review By: Allyssa J. Watkins

A spiraling staircase A bold fuchsia beauty Lights flicker in your eyes As our energies collide And, Darling, you're starting to get to me......

I'm not your Darling, John Buy a girl a drink first Before you thirst For what you can't get your hands on Throwing my head back with a laugh You're going to fall And it's going to be too fast Who said I was yours to catch? Ask me again And I'll ask you to dance

May I have a moment of your time? I don't need to be a Strong Creative, Dear To tease your mind A turn of the hourglass A trick of the sublime You're like sand through my hands Sifting too fast to touch And it's not enough...... You're the exceptional exception When I say we're hard to love.

Sparks fly Drawing you in I'll make you believe in magic again Fate's siren song calls to the Hourglass Man I guess it's my turn To show you my hand But be forewarned, My Gentleman Friend There's no telling what happens When you open the door to the static You might not want the answer Once you have it Shaking the bag Rolling the Dice A cigarette burn is a more than fair price To watch time drain from the Hourglass' eyes Clutching the hurt As your knife catches my eye Shattering your glass Scattering your sand Close your eyes, You Hopeless Flirt This is me, skipping dessert I gotta say you put up one hell of a fight Say goodnight, John You've run out of time

CHECK. FREAKING. MATE!!!!! Ladies and Gentlemen, the MATCH has been called, and the Hourglass didn't stand a chance against the Woman of the Hour, Our Dauntless Oracle, and very own, Miss Margaret Leigh!!! My GOD, Maggie seized her time to shine in a dazzling foray of sultry seduction, and deadly spectacle, and while it may have been The Hourglass' last bow, it was the iridescent ORACLE who stole the show, and she alone deserves our standing ovation!!! I LOVED this episode, beginning to end, the intrigue, the sleek deception, the intense human drama, all beautifully intertwined in this beguiling game within a game, a chess match of like-minded Creative prowess!!! Brava, Miss Leigh, and bravissimo, NOS4A2, for spoiling us yet again!!! "The Hourglass," is a violin overture of vulnerable human moments, and intellectual powerplays, reaching the fever pitch of the most ghastly, scream-bloody-murder cliff hangar of the entire series.

Where last week Charlie was the blunt force trauma, the pounding hammer, smashing everyone and everything in his path to Wayne, Maggie is the stealth strike, the seductively wielded scalpel, removing Charlie's secret weapon with lethal precision, after he proves to be the more immediate threat to her best friend, now that Charlie's absconded with her son. She's a force to be reckoned with, a fuchsia femme fatale, as lovely as she is deadly, the perfect rosé of coy and coquettish as she flirts with time and death itself. It was her finest hour, hands down, and I LOVED that NOS4A2 gave her the spotlight, and that she literally KILLED, leaving us begging for more.

Stop me if you've heard this one before. Two Strong Creatives walk into a bar........ Like an ingenue reminiscent of Old Hollywood, with every lilac strand of her rebellious florescence pinned in place, Maggie descends the long, spiral staircase, sending the lights to flicker, and drawing the eye of an instantly intrigued, Mr. Hourglass. I must say, The Hourglass Man's smooth, and tenacious pursuit of our Maggie, was a FANTASTIC blindsight, a surprise I never saw coming!!! Where I expected a smouldering duel to the death as soon as their eyes met, knives flying, I found myself drawn instead, irresistibly into the tantalizing tango between the two of them. Their witty repartee was both sparkling, and sharp-edged, as John advanced, and Maggie countered, playing hard to get, while secretly drawing him in. It's thrilling to watch, marveling at these seemingly unlikely lovers, and yet, with each move and countermove, I could see how much they thought alike, both crafty intellectuals, who knew how to play the game, and how to win.

"We're hard to love. People fall for us because of our abilities, but they always come to fear the very thing that drew them in. They tell us to tone it down, betray our gifts, like declawing a cat. It's cruel."

This is my favourite line in the entire episode, it struck me straight to the heart, tears in my eyes, overwhelmed by its tragic beauty and excruciating truth. It's also the one time that Maggie's smoky-eyed seductive veil slips, and she lets herself feel something very real. In that moment, as fleeting as it is, there are no sides, no waiting plots, or poised vendettas. There are two Strong Creatives, two kindred supernatural beings with very human feelings. Victims of their own gifts, with universal wants, and desires. Powers greater than their wildest dreams, but at what cost? In this moment, Maggie cares about John, connects with him, because she feels these words burn emblazoned, even hotter than the cigarette he's about to press into her arm.

Two Strong Creatives walk into a bar....... and only one comes out alive. These two take, "Get a room," to a whole new level!!! "I'm not going to hurt you, unless you want me to........." John says smoothly, before pressing a lit cigarette into Maggie's arm, telling her to harness the pain, let it consume her, until it's all she knows, and then whispers his question like a sweet nothing in her ear, nuzzling her close. John, with all of his scheming predilections and parlor tricks has found a way to cheat the Strong Creative check when it comes due. In event of seizures, or memory loss, you can hurt yourself...... or hurt someone else. I had always secretly suspected this proviso, I even wrote it into my own NOS4A2 Series, that my character's compassion gets punished by unknowingly hurting someone else, every time she uses her gift, but seeing John's shocking demonstration, breathing in with explicit pleasure as he burns her, watching Maggie's big brown eyes spark, both excited, and relieved that she can hurt herself and still use her powers, was an absolute ordeal. I have a feeling Maggie just discovered a dangerous new addiction........

Speaking of ordeals........ John shatters a glass table, ready to kill the messenger, when he doesn't get the answer that he wants, the fates formally denying his request for immortality. And it is here, in the midst of his ruffled, heartbroken, rage, that the events deviated dramatically from my own predictions. I thought Charlie had promised him immortality in exchange for killing Vic McQueen, and that Maggie had unwittingly unmasked this betrayal, proving Charlie had lied, offering the Creative Holy Grail that he intended to keep for himself. Immortality, apparently a non-transferrable work benefit. With our slighted Hourglass primed for revenge, and his particular fascination for Maggie, I thought for sure she'd be able to turn him against Charlie, brandish the Hourglass against his new business partner, rallying him to Vic's cause, and more or less, have him join Team McQueen to take Manx down once and for all.

I was wrong...... So, so wrong. I don't think any of us saw what was coming....... "It's rare I get such a hands on opportunity," John rasps, once he finds his stolen knife in Maggie's bag, teasing seduction climaxing into a crime of passion, as the two of them scrapple and scrape for the hourglass. "Sweetheart, give up. You're not getting out of here alive." Maggie gets choked, hurled over the shattered glass table, but you can't keep a good girl down, and The Hourglass is no Charlie Manx. "I tried to warn you, John, my tiles are never wrong." Maggie thrusts a shard of glass up into the Hourglass Man's heart, and with an anguished, hopeless cry he watches her stomp his knife into the ground, coming down on it hard, leaving nothing but shattered glass, and scattered sand. WOW........ I am speechless. I have to admit, I did not expect Charlie's new player and point man to be vanquished this early in the game, as awestruck as I am by this new fearless facet of Maggie's unique brilliance. She was elegant, badass, and beautiful, and I'm so glad he's dead, but I don't know....... I felt like his death was his third and final disappointment. Sorry John, we'll always have Parnassus.

Oh my God, if Maggie was this episode's Oscar Winner for Best Actress, Linda Freaking McQueen WINS for Best Supporting Actress!!!! She's the other sassy heroine of "The Hourglass," mouthing off to FBI agents like nobody's business, and it is SENSATIONAL!!!! "What does FBI stand for, huh? Failed. Bad. Incompetent? We're Americans!!! My husband works for the postal service, I go to CHURCH!!! Do better!!!" You TELL 'EM Linda!!! She's a delight in every scene she's in, standing up to the suits, and telling them what's what!!! She's had it with these big, fancy, feds not protecting her daughter, and she ain't afraid to get vocal about it. Aaaaaah and the whole conversation with her and Chris was AMAZING!!! There is something so fascinating about two hard knock realists, two complete skeptics talking about the possibility of the Supernatural.

"There's a difference between special, Chris, and magic. Our daughter ain't magic."

"How would you know?"

"Because I wiped her snotty nose, for Christ's sake!!! What kind of mother misses something like that?"

"The kind that's too busy hiding bruises and paying bills to look up."

Linda's emphatic disbelief is so perfect, and I just love the way she says that, "Our daughter ain't magic!" I also love how Chris is starting to believe in Vic, and it's that burgeoning faith in his daughter's abilities that makes Linda start to wonder if maybe her daughter could be magic. Chris owning up to his past mistakes, and blaming himself, for his wife's oversight, was such a bittersweet moment too, wanting so badly to let her off the hook. He's changed, they both have, and I couldn't be more proud. Another beautifully human moment that I really loved was between her and Vic, and here we finally find out why the McQueen women can't be close to each other. "I never felt that you needed me." It's a rare, deeply insightful look into Linda's heart, a vulnerable truth, and I feel like I know them both even better through it. Linda needs to be needed, she needs to have somebody to take care of, somebody that relies on her, and with a drunk, philandering husband who sought comfort elsewhere, and a fiercely independent daughter, Linda had no one. She felt listless, without purpose, and thus drowned her sorrows with a tipped back bottle.

The scene with Vic and Lou cuddling in his hospital bed also strikes a chord in this veritable symphony of human emotion, and with every new episode, I ship Team McCarmody even harder!!! Lou with a stint in his heart, and Vic with a concussion, and injured spleen, have this impossibly sweet moment, in the midst of the aftermath and ever-present horror of the abduction of their son. I love how they anchor each other, try to calm each other down, and still manage to make each other laugh.

"Han Solo ain't half the mechanic as Lou Carmody."

"Did you- Did you just refer to yourself in the third person...... and rate yourself....... ABOVE Han Solo?"

Vic's laugh in that moment is so pure, and a much needed relief, as she holds onto the love, the teddy bear of a man, that Charlie couldn't take from her, and in that moment, she decides to focus on what she has left, even while fighting for what she has lost. I'm reminded of a quote from my other favourite show, HEROES. "We're human first, and heroes second."

Charlie may take a back seat this episode, but he is still a coaxing, debonair presence with a teasing linger, and not without another clever trick up his sleeve. "There is no need to hide your cellular telephone from me, My Boy," He coos as Wayne fumbles to sneak a call to his Mom. I was SHOCKED when Charlie urged Young Bats to do just that, call his mother. "What kind of MONSTER do you take me for?" He asks silkily, feigning indignance, and with bated breath, we wait as the phone rings, and rings, and rings...... No way in HELL is Vic not taking that call, and yet, Young Master Wayne hangs his wildly curly head, defeated, as the call goes unanswered. "She's a real heartbreaker, your mother...... isn't she? Never there for you, no matter how good you are. It's not personal, Wayne. In the end Vic McQueen cares only for herself and no one else," Charlie chortles, and he knows it's working....... bit by bit, he means to turn his new favourite charge, against his own mother, convince him of her neglect and indifference. My theory? Charlie can block calls using his creative power, which would explain how he's avoided capture, and the FBI's modern trappings for so long. You sneaky, sneaky boy!!!

OH HELLO CRAIG!!!! Yes, you read that right...... CRAIG, Wayne's father who burned to death in the Wraith, like a ghastly apparition appears to his son, with singed skin, and glazed over eyes. At first I thought this was Charlie manipulating Wayne, showing what his mother did to his father, and how he wasn't ever going to be safe with her, but to my own astonishment, Charlie could not see him!!! Craig encourages Wayne, tells him Charlie's lying, gives him hope, and insists she's coming for him. I thought that was a spectacular, wide-eyed SHOCK that came out of thin air, and I couldn't help but think about how Cassie appeared to her daughter in this same way........ Hmmm can children, if they are Strong Creatives themselves, see the parents they have lost at the hands of Charlie Manx? Curiouser and curiouser........

My breath caught, everything going numb, when that bloody tooth fell out in Wayne's tiny hand. I LOVE that little boy with all my heart and soul, and I'm sorry, Charlie, but I do NOT want him to become a vampire!!! Wayne starts to change in other ways too, playing with a butterfly, as his usual cheerful self, adorably naming him Sunny, before killing it, ripping it into shreds, his sweet little face devoid of any emotion. WHAT!? I had chills like crazy, and I felt heartsick. I don't know though, did anybody else think that butterfly looked strange, almost not quite real? The way the Wraith rolled down the window to let it in...... It makes me wonder if this didn't just happen in Wayne's mind.

I did notice though, how long it took for the Wraith to siphon off Wayne's youth to heal the nasty gash on Charlie's cheek. Even Charlie starts to worry, checking the mirror again and again, only to find it slightly healed, and it's not until the near end of the episode that he looks one more time, nails resting on the side of his head, sighing into his hand with relief, when he sees his once again flawless visage staring back. It's like Wayne is fighting the car, slowing down its effects, because no child has gone this long without turning!!! All exciting further proof that Wayne HAS to be a Strong Creative!!! I also love how Charlie continues to be the perfect, doting father figure, ever so careful and patient with Wayne, and I just melted, with a besotted sigh when he asked him if he had to use the water closet!" That was precious!!! Also, my new FAVOURITE thing ever, is Charlie click-clacking his long, gorgeous nails along the Wraith's windows as he walks past it!!! Dear GOD, Handsome, WHAT are you doing to me!?

THAT ending though........ I'm crying....... I SOBBED, I'm so not okay. What the freaking HELL.........!?!? Just as we're all having cozy Charlie and Wayne feelings, fawning over them both, that DAMNED BASTARD Bing Partridge comes out of NOWHERE surprising our dashing vampire, shoving the gas hose in his face, and he goes down HARD!!!! Once he's disabled the Wraith, he abducts Charlie, and leaves Wayne behind. It's blood-curdling to watch....... knowing what horrors Bing has already committed, and what dark intention he holds for his once upon a time hero, now that Charlie's left him to die. I'm freaking scared. I was hyperventilating, and full of murderous fury even hours after the episode had ended. The wait for next week is going to hit a lot different, after that cruel cliff-hanger, and I can only hope Charlie can dangle Christmasland in an effort to thwart Bing's fat, homicidal hand. Bing Partridge, you hateful Son of a BITCH, if you disturb so much as one strand of Charlie's beautiful raven hair, I'm gonna KILL you SO DEAD!!! Time's run out for the Hourglass, will another of Vic's foes meet the same fate? Bing Partridge must DIE!!! Somebody......... SAVE CHARLIE MANX!!!!!

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rivertellsstories · 5 years

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Spromeo - Love makes blind.

Warning: mentions of not very safe for work yanno, the sexy times

Ever since his childhood, Specs has heard tales about their town's very own demon. According to the whispered words that the elderly exchanged, the creature had a penchant for breaking up perfect relationships. Wives and men would return to their homes to find their significant other with a very good looking stranger. "It thrives off the negative energy", they whispered. "It uses it to stay beautiful, to enchant its next victim with its ever changing looks."

The rumours were always followed by the same advice. "If you ever meet a stranger that's too beautiful to be true, regardless of its gender, stay away. They will pluck away your heart before you know it, leaving everything you love in shambles." Specs doubts that there is much truth to the legend. To him it seems more like a convenient lie, spread around the town for unfaithful people to use. Isn't it easy to ignore your own shortcomings in favour of supernatural explanations?

When on a particularly stormy day someone knocks on his door, Specs finds it nothing but logical to let the poor soul in. Somebody he's never met before barrels past him and heads straight for the fireplace. "Would you mind taking those off?" Specs asks, gesturing at the wet clothes, who are dirtying his recently cleaned floor. "Now that's a new record", the stranger laughs. Then his voice turns sultry, a playful edge peaking through it. "Won't you take them off me?"

"No, I will be getting you a towel and some dry clothes", Specs dryly remarks, not letting the question get to him. "You're going to get sick otherwise." He turns on his heel and removes himself from the living, leaving the stranger alone for just a short while. When he returns, the strangers smacks his hand on the clothes that are now in a heap on Specs' floor, making water splash everywhere. He sighs and dumps his own bundle of clothes on the stranger's head. "You will be cleaning that yourself." The wind outside is still howling terribly loud and the wooden house creaks by every gust of it. "Judging by the weather, you will be here for a while. Please try to be a little bit more agreeable. I am Specs and who might you be?"

Before he answers the question, the strangers snickers. "Specs? That's a dumb name. Your parents probably aren't very fond of you." Maybe the other one is trying to get under his skin, but at some point the blade of truth loses its edge. Right now, Specs can agree with him without too much pain. "My name is Romeo", the other guy says. "You've got something to eat?" While the words are blunt, the tone is still sultry and sort of whiny. "Depends. Can you talk like you aren't one of the girls behind the windows in the Red neighbourhood?"

There's a silence and Specs wonders if he had gone a bit too far. But then Romeo leans back in his chair, making the thing creak more than Specs considers safe and laughs. "Touché Specs, touché." Finally, it feels like he's talking to a person instead of a character out of a badly written book. "I haven't had dinner either, let's eat together." Obnoxious. Romeo's eating is, without a trace of doubt, utterly obnoxious. "Could you at least try to close your mouth when you're eating?" Specs asks in a tight lipped manner, trying to not make his irritation too obvious. "And please stop slurping", he adds. "Usually people rather like the slurping", Romeo jokes and Specs rolls his eyes. "Careful, you might get some serious eye damage from doing that too much." Specs rolls his eyes again. "I do not want to know about your job in the red light district, please let me have my dinner in peace." "Boooo", Romeo drawls. "You're boring." The other man jumps when some branches hit the window harshly. "But also nice I guess. The weather sucks."

Specs hums in agreement and starts clearing the table as Romeo darts back to the fireplace. They spend the rest of the evening in relative silence, exchanging a few words here and there. When Specs starts to get tired, he asks Romeo whether he'd like to share the bed or take the couch. With little to no hesitation Romeo chooses to share the bed with him and Specs doesn't think anything of it until they're laying next to each other in the dark and he can feel Romeo's fingers trailing his collarbone.

"What are you doing?" he asks, slightly alarmed. "I want to repay you", the other man whispers and his breath on Specs' skin nearly makes him shiver, but he suppresses it. "Please don't. I have no interest in you." For a moment, nothing happens. Then, Romeo detangles himself from Specs. "Oh? That's surprising. Usually people are convinced within seconds. Your partner has snatched quite a faithful man", he whispers, giving Specs' nose a little flick. "I uh, I don't have a partner", Specs admits quietly and Romeo boos at him again. "Ah, boring. Tearing people apart is more fun, gives me more energy too."

Immediately, Specs head shoots up. "You're the demon!" he shouts and Romeo winces. "Not that loud man, people are trying to sleep." He has a lot of questions, but he doubts that Romeo will answer them, tired as he is. Deciding to leave it at that, Specs whispers a quiet: "Goodnight Romeo". He doesn't get an answer back. When he wakes up, Romeo has disappeared without a trace.

A few days go by, the storm passes and Specs has banned him to the back of his mind. That is, until he comes back from his garden and Romeo jumps down from his table. "Here I am, as promised." When he sees Specs's confused face, Romeo asks: "Didn't you see my message?" Slowly, Specs shakes his head and Romeo exhales dramatically, dropping his head down on Specs' shoulder. "Miscommunication right from the start, that's not ideal. Anyway, the gist of the note was: I'm gonna woo the fuck outta you, expect me to be back." "I'm not very charmed by people insistently chasing after me. I'll pass, thank you."

Romeo bumps his head repeatedly into Specs' shoulder. "Specs, my dude, my man, I'm gonna friendship-woo the fuck outta you. I promise there's no weird romantic bullshit involved. Just friends." He pulls his head back and awkwardly scratches his arm. "Or I could, you know, just leave." As Specs mulls it over, Romeo heads for the door, babbling like a fool. "So uh, I'll be going then-"

"Wait."

Halting himself mid-step, Romeo turns around with one leg still in the air and nearly falls over. "You're ridiculous", Specs states and spares him a small smile. "But there's nothing wrong with that. Let's do it. Tell me about yourself, Romeo." "Ah", Romeo drawls cheekily, "I'm afraid that you have to be a level five friend before you can unlock my tragic backstory. Let's do something fun instead. We're going out Specsy boy! I don't know where yet, but it's gonna be fun!"

Usually, Specs doesn't take unplanned trips into town. It's quite the distance from his house to there, there is no market today and all in all, there's no real reason for him to go. But a trip with nothing but fun as its purpose does indeed sound nice and he quickly grabs his cane. "Let's go." Romeo's tread is very alike to that of little children, Specs notices. There's an exuberant skip in his steps, breaking his rhythm every now and then as he hums a little tune.

Suddenly, he grabs Specs hand. "I know a place to go", he says and breaks out in a run. Nearly falling over his own feet, Specs tries to follow him as Romeo leads him through a part of town he's never been before. In the distance, he can hear the clinking of iron on iron and he concludes that they must be in a district where the working class resides.

They enter a bakery, a little bell chiming above their heads as the scent of warm chocolate and freshly baked bread wafts towards them. "Romeo!" a cheerful voice calls out and Romeo guides him towards the counter. "Mushy, my boy. Have you thought about my proposal? You and me eloping together, leave your fiancé behind for a", Romeo snaps his suspenders, "real man." Another person gives Romeo a sound knock on the head.

"Like hell you're gonna do that. Also, what did I say about boytoys in my shop? Get mr. fancy stick over here out." Romeo lets go of Specs hand and loops their arms together instead. "He's gonna be my friend. Friends are allowed, right Blink?" Blink shrugs. "Depends. Are you gonna pay this time?" Mush musses up Romeo's hair before putting his order on the table and telling him that it's on the house. They share a conspiratorial bout of giggling before Mush leaves the two of them alone.

Unprompted, Romeo speaks up. "I tried to get between those two once, but it was a weird ass experience. You see, I change appearances according to what people look for in a partner. It's a strange situation where the both of them were looking at me while seeing an image of the other. True love isn't dead yet it seems, but Blink did slap me really hard. We're chill now though and they can see what I truly look like, which is neat."

"I thought I'd have to be a level five friend before-"

"Shhh", Romeo hushes him, putting his finger on Specs' lips. "I'm an oversharer. I try to be mysterious, but I like making friends and attention in general a little too much. Anyway, try this." He draws his finger back and instead hands Specs a pastry. Curious, he takes a bite. He tastes the typical salty sweetness of caramel, combined with some sort of cream that makes sure that the pastry doesn't taste too dry. Impatiently, Romeo drums on the table with his fingers, waiting for Specs' reaction. "It's really good", he admits and the grin is evident in Romeo's voice as he answers. "Right?"

They spend the rest of the afternoon chatting about their preferred flavours and pastries, neither of them letting the conversation get too personal. When they leave, Mush hands both of them a little carton to take home. Like a true gentleman, which might be contrary to his nature, Romeo accompanies Specs all the way home. Before leaving, Romeo leans against his door-frame and asks jokingly: "Have you fallen for me yet?" Specs gives him a soft shove to the chest. "Consider me charmed, but absolutely unwilling to have anything but a friendship with you."

Before he leaves, Romeo promises him that he'll be back, without giving him an exact date or time. Specs doesn't mind though, he has the feeling that that's just how Romeo works.

The only sign that Specs gets that there's someone else in his garden, is the creaking of branches behind him. He speaks up before Romeo can. "Good almost-evening to you." Moping, Romeo lays down on the grass. "I wanted to scare you." Specs feels another smile tugging at his lips. "Consider me spooked." Turning on his back, Romeo lets out a pleased breath. "It's so nice out, I can't believe it was storming just a few days ago." Specs listens to Romeo's babbling as he tends to his flowers. They're flourishing under the sweet summer sun and smell like they never have before. "Your garden is nice. How do you keep it that way?" Specs points at the woods behind his house. "The friendly bees are nearby, they keep this place top-notch. Also, everything blooms as long as you give it enough love, take enough care of it."

"I don't know anything about that", Romeo says casually. "But I'm willing to try if you'll let me. I don't want to ruin your plants." He hands Romeo a pruner and tells him to cut off the dead leaves. They work in a relative silence, only the chirping of birds and buzzing of bees can be heard. Until Romeo whispers a quiet: "Oh no." His voice is upset enough to make Specs turn his head in his direction. "I cut off a good leaf", Romeo says with a shaking voice. "I ruined it." The young man is near tears, if he isn't crying already and Specs frowns. "Hey, none of that. Look, it's still perfectly fine. It's a little mistake, nothing-" "What if my little mistake kills it? Damages it beyond repair?"

Specs reaches out for him and plucks the pruner from his hand, laying it on the grass. "It's alright. You've helped it by freeing it of its dead leaves and now you've accidentally cut of a good one. It's not going to kill the flower, it's just a wee bit hurt. Just give it some loving and it'll fix itself." Snorting, Romeo wipes his face. "Sorry for acting stupid."

"You weren't."

Maybe Romeo hasn't heard him or maybe he's purposefully ignoring it, but he snatches the pruner back. "Alrighty! I'm gonna shower these lovely ladies in love and attention! Right my wrongs, hell yeah!" As the sun starts going down, Romeo gently places a flower behind Specs' ear. "Looks cute", he remarks and Specs flushes a bright red. "Dude, you could match the sun right now. Have you fallen for little old me or something?"

"No!" Specs denies vehemently, cheeks still red. "I just flustered very easily. It's a curse I tell you." Romeo laughs lightly. "Oh Specs, you don't know what a true curse is. Anyway, I've gotta go." And just like that, Romeo leaves again with the promise of coming back.

The next time they meet isn't planned at all. As Specs strolls along the various little boots that have gathered for the fair, he hears someone calling out his name. It isn't long before an out of breath Romeo appears in front of him. "Fancy meeting you here", the man greets him and loops their arms together. "What's a boy like you doing here?"

"The same as everyone I suppose. I'm enjoying the atmosphere." Romeo grins brazenly. "Why enjoy it? Start living it Specsy, participate! What do you wanna do? What are your wildest carnival dreams?" Once again Specs blushes and Romeo pokes him in the side. "Are you thinking of naughty-"

"Candy apples."

Romeo snaps his mouth audibly shut and winces. "Fuck I bit my tongue. Anyway, there's rides and ponies and you want candy apples?" Specs hides his face in his hands. "When I was little I had one book and I read it over and over. It was about a kid going to the fair and eating candy apples. I've never been to one before and...", he trails off, deciding to shut up. "Never mind, it's stupid."

"No!" Romeo shouts and quiets down when he notices the people staring at them. "We're going to get you the absolute bestest candy apples ever. Have you seen a boot for them?" Specs shakes his head. "No, but I can smell sugar from over there", he says and points with his cane to a place to their right. "Well then let's go!" Romeo cheers and together they embark on their quest for candy apples. Not that long after they find a boot and after they paid, the man in the stall hands then the candied apples. "For the young man and lady, here you go."

Specs turns to Romeo, who ignores it for the time and gives the man a wink before leaving. "It's like I said, people see me as what they want, not who I am. The only exception are kids and faithful people in love." "Can't you turn it off?" Specs asks carefully and Romeo sneers. "Specs dearest, if I could turn it off I wouldn't be going around fucking random people. But curses are curses and I've got to live with it, thanks to my unfaithful great-grandpa." The words 'you don't deserve that' are laying on Specs' lips but he doesn't voice them. He's sure that Romeo knows he doesn't deserve it and he doesn't want to turn his mood even more sour.

"Ah sorry, I went off didn't I? It doesn't really matter anyway, whining about fate won't change it." Romeo turns his head towards some people in the distance and squints. "I think they're gonna start the fireworks. Come with me, we'll score some front row seats."

It's at that moment, when they hands are linked together and Romeo has spent yet another day with him, that Specs notices how lonely Romeo must be. Apparently, people aren't as faithful as they appear to be and marriages aren't that perfect. If only children can see you for who you are instead of an attractive concept of a human being, it's only logical that Romeo jumped at the opportunity to gain a friend. From now on, Specs decides that he'll try to do nice things for Romeo too.

The first bang! is clear as day and Specs can't suppress a violent flinch. Immediately, Romeo takes notice of it and runs his fingers over the back of Specs's hand. "You don't like this, do you?" The statement is framed as a question and Specs neither agrees nor disagrees. "You do", he says and nearly whimpers when the next explosion occurs. "I'm not gonna force you to endure something you hate", Romeo says softly and tugs at their linked hands.

Before they part ways, Romeo presses a little box into Specs' hands. "A little something that sounds nicer than the fireworks, I hope you'll like it." He pokes Specs playfully in the side. "Who knows, maybe it'll even make you fall for me."

"I doubt it!" Specs calls after a retreating Romeo who only shouts: "I can only try!" in return. When he opens the package, he's surprised by the tinkling melody of a music box. It's a lovely tune and Specs falls asleep while listening to it.

The very next day, Specs grabs his old, worn down book from the shelf to read it again. There's something magical about reading about candy apples and still remembering the taste of them on his tongue. He replays the events of the previous day in his head, heart beating with excitement that is still coursing through his veins. When he hears his door creaking open, followed by a long groan, he smiles in amusement. "Hello Romeo", he greets him and Romeo whines in return. "I'm bored." He claps Specs' book shut and Specs yelps as his fingers are caught inside. "Please be more careful. Also, today I'm leading."

"Oh?" Curious and amused, Romeo snuggles closer. "Tell me more." "My friend is an inn keeper who has a great passion for cooking but tends to be a bit understaffed on some days. We're going to help him out." "Where's the fun in that?" Romeo pouts and Specs grins. "Getting to eat lunch at Henry's. Believe me, if Mush, Blink and Henry would team up, you'd have a better meal than the gods themselves." The prospect of a good meal seems more than enough of a motivator for Romeo and the man happily strolls along with Specs while singing some silly song about salmon.

Once there, Henry immediately thrusts a knife into Specs hands. "You know where you're needed." He gives Romeo the same treatment and declares him dishwasher which Romeo isn't too happy with at first. But when break time rolls around, he has befriended the other dish washer, a feisty girl named Smalls.

"So Specs", Henry starts as he watches Romeo from the corner of his eye. Said man is clearly enjoying his meal and seems to be quite close to having a semi-religious experience. "Why have you brought him along? I've seen him in the more...unsavoury parts of town."

"He's a friend as much as you are", Specs states and Henry snorts. "Yeah but we're on opposite sides of the spectrum. One ain't interested in sex and the other has a new partner every night."

"Leave him alone." Smalls comes to Romeo's defence before Specs even has the chance. "He's chill, take it from your fellow ace. Who he takes to bed is none of your business." Henry sighs in exasperation. "I was just trying to take care of my tall bespectacled child."

During the rest of the day, Specs tries to look for things Romeo might enjoy. So far he's come to the conclusion that Romeo isn't too keen on scholarly stuff and rather likes being busy with his hands. It's kind of frustrating that Romeo himself isn't telling him what he likes either and Specs feels like he isn't doing this right. "What's wrong?" Romeo asks when he sees the troubled expression on Specs' face. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Specs blurts out bluntly. "I have the feeling that I haven't found anything you really like doing yet."

In response, Romeo grabs him by the collar of his shirt and drags him close. "Are you trying to please me?" he whispers in Specs' ear as he lets his hand travel over Specs' arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Suddenly out of breath, Specs puts more distance between them again. "I want you to have fun. I want to do nice things for you, you're a good friend and I like you."

"Oh", Romeo breathes quietly. "I uh..I mean, if you're really interested, I an quite taken by...fashion. Clothes. I think they're neat." There's so much doubt, defensiveness and fear in those sentences and it's as though Romeo isn't convinced that Specs genuinely wants to know. It's like he expects him to make fun of him, but Specs is delighted by the knowledge instead. "A friend of mine has a haberdashery, I'm sure he doesn't mind us stopping by."

Buttons is ecstatic that he can finally talk with someone about clothes and Romeo is just as happy to engage in a conversation about different kinds of patterns and threads. While listening to their joyful chattering, Specs showers Buttons' cat in affection. She's the reason he comes here most of the time.

Right when he's about to doze off, Needle still on his lap, Buttons asks him when he will stop by for the preparations for the ball. Specs groans and Romeo curiously asks him what ball they're talking about. "You know the castle at the top of the hill? That's my parents' house, where they occasionally throw a party. They don't want to see me any other day of the year, but I better look pretty for their party or they will punish me." Before Romeo can ask any questions, Specs asks one himself. "Would you like to come with me then? You'd make it much more bearable." Buttons claps excitedly in his hands. "I could make your clothes match! You'll be the handsomest pair on the floor for sure."

Insistently, Romeo shakes his head. "No way, I couldn't let you pay for clothes." "My parents are paying anyway, please help me piss them off." The statement wins Romeo over and he jumps up and points at Buttons. "Work your magic my man, I want to look fabulous. Make the man over there", he points at Specs, "fall for me."

And looking fabulous he does, or at least that's what the whispering of the other guests tells him. Romeo's arms around his neck involuntarily squeeze a bit harder and Specs asks him what's wrong. "I wish I wasn't this much in to spotlight. I like dancing with you, but the people in the background saying how much they'd like to fuck me is quite bothersome." "Shall we go to the garden then? I think the music is still audible from there and there's bound to be less people." Romeo quickly agrees and giggling like children on a secret mission, they escape towards the garden.

Still smiling, they dance together, far away from everyone else. "I like this", Romeo admits as they slow down to a very slow swaying and lets his head rest on Specs' chest. "Your heartbeat is out of control", he whispers as they make another turn. "I'm happy", Specs whispers back and pulls Romeo a tad bit closer. The muted music in the background is lovely and yet Specs, who's always been fond of music, pays it no head. There's something about Romeo swaying softly in his arms that just seems to be so much more important. "You look like a man in love."

Romeo cups Specs' face in his hands. "Look at your cheeks, so very red again." He lets his hands trail down to Specs' neck and the slow, sensual movement makes him gasp quietly. He feels content, warm and also...."Specs." Romeo speaks quietly. "Have you fallen for me?"

"Yes", he breathes, unable and unwilling to lie. "Dear gods yes and I've never felt happier, never felt more content. I love you, Romeo. I desire you as I do nothing else."

"Really?" Romeo asks and his voice sounds clipped as he pulls his hands back. The man takes a step back and folds his arms over each other. "Then please tell me, what do I look like? What about me do you like, pray tell."

"You're kind, you're-"

"What.do.I.look.like.", Romeo nearly growls and Specs throws his hands up in frustration. "How am I supposed to know?"

"By loving me. You should be able to see past the spell."

"Loving you doesn't magically grant me sight!" Specs yells. "I don't know what you look like, hell, I don't even know what I look like! I walk around with a fucking cane and you saw me reading with my hand on the page. Romeo, I am blind!"

"I have to go", Romeo says with a shaken voice and turns on his heels. Specs tries to follow him, but eventually loses him upon reentering the ballroom. When his father asks him who the pretty girl was, Specs feels ready to cry.

Days pass and there's still no sign of Romeo. Even worse is that the rumour that the "demon" has left their town gets spread around and it leaves Specs with a heavy heart. He wishes he hadn't sprung it up on Romeo like that. He should've waited for Romeo to show actual interest instead of the friendly flirting he always did. Shouldn't have tried to start a relationship with someone who had been doomed to hop from person to person to stay alive. Should have been less blunt, should've....

No amount of pondering and wishing is going to magically make his friend appear. That is the thing that Specs misses above all, their weird but functional friendship. He hates himself for ruining it, he should've listened to his parents when they said that he wasn't made for big happinesses and that he should live his little life with has been given to him instead of trying to want more. He tries to shake the thoughts of and feels the glasses on his nose move along. Another stupid decision of his parents to try to conceal that he's blind as a bat. If he could, he'd cut them out of his life. But should he do that, they'd make sure that he wouldn't find a job anywhere an helping out at Henry's will only get him so far.

It's late in the afternoon, when someone knocks on the door. Specs is too tired to go open it and closes his eyes, willing the other person to go away. They don't do that however and take a few hesitant steps towards him. "Hi", Romeo says softly and Specs doesn't know how to answer. "Did I tell you that apparently my curse gets lifted when I'm in love with someone and they love me back? People are way less into scrawny Romeo nowadays, but I consider it a blessing."

There's a tense silence and then both of them apologise at the same time. "I really shouldn't have done that", Specs rambles on and quietly Romeo asks him if he regrets it. "No", he admits, "I love you, I really do, but I shouldn't-" Once again Romeo silences him by putting a singly finger on his lips and Specs' breath hitches in response.

"You're a great guy", Romeo whispers and cups Specs' face between his hands. "I love you so, so much", he says and kisses Specs as soft as humanly possible. "I'm yours, if you'll have me", he says and lets his forehead rest against Specs's. "You already have me", Specs breathes back and kisses Romeo again. When their lips separate, Specs hugs the other one tight and repeats: "You already have me. I'm going nowhere."

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iKonic Fairy Tales: Snow White, Part 2

A modern fairy tale series in collaboration with @cramelot - stay tuned next week for the next story featuring a new member! ✨

Genre: College/Neighbor!AU

Pairing: Donghyuk x You

By Admin B

🍎Part 1, 2, 3, 4

So, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Donghyuk on the bus ride home that evening.

You wondered what he was like - was he as sweet as he seemed? What was he majoring in? Was he one of those spoiled rich kids? Most likely not because he hadn’t seemed offended or disgusted when you told him you rode the bus.

(Also, did he have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend? Either way, you lowkey hoped the answer was no. Not that you were interested or anything. I mean, you’d just met the guy. You’d talked to him for, like, two minutes. But he was cute! A girl could dream, right?)

When you arrived at The Queen’s house the following day, you informed the kids of your encounter with their new neighbor, and they begged and pleaded to go over and play pinball. Penelope even lifted her head from the kitchen table where she was currently dozing off to say, “Yeah, please, can we go?”

“Did you ask your mom?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

All seven children let out a defeated sigh in unison, their shoulders sagging.

So, that was a ‘no.’

“Believe me, I would love to go over there,” you assured them, reaching out to ruffle Eddie’s hair. “But I don’t want to do anything your mom doesn’t know about.”

“She’s so mean,” Piper grumbled. The corners of her lips were pulled down into the cutest frown you’d ever seen, and you had to hold yourself back from letting out a giggle.

“She’s just worried about your safety!” you rebutted. “And she’s your mother, so be thankful for her.”

“I wish you - *achoo!* - were our mother.”

“Bless you, Billy. Well, I’m not your mother, but I am your nanny. And that’s almost as good,” you grinned, reaching out to pinch his cheek gently.

“Wait, why would you love to go over there?” Roy asked suspiciously. “Do you have a crush on him?”

You heard about five gasps, and everyone besides Piper and Penelope crowded around you, jumping up and down and teasing you.

“I don’t!” you laughed. “I don’t even know him.”

“But you think he’s cute, right?” Eddie beamed up at you, and your heart melted a little. You’d never met anyone with a smile as sweet as Eddie’s.

Well... except maybe Donghyuk.

“I mean, yes. He’s very good-looking.”

“So, go over and talk to him!” Otis urged.

“No! You guys need to get your homework done, not worry about my love life.” You began herding them all toward the kitchen table so they could get started on their work and, hopefully, leave you alone. For the time being.

As the evening progressed, you were not surprised one bit to find you had to continue to combat accusations of your crush on Donghyuk. You avoided the kids’ comments and questions and teasing, and they honestly really only shut their sweet mouths when their mother came home from work.

You let out a sigh when you closed the door behind you, as you usually did. But today, you were simply glad to be away from the kids’ pestering.

You hadn’t even made it halfway down the driveway when you saw him, though.

Donghyuk.

Obviously.

He was leaning against his mailbox, and he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact he was waiting for you.

“Hi,” you greeted when you got close enough.

“Hey, I really don’t want you to think I’m being creepy,” he began, causing a little giggle to bubble up in your throat. “I just didn’t want you to have to walk down the road by yourself. But if you don’t want me to, that’s totally fine. I just... I mean, there’s no one else in this neighborhood who’s my age.”

“Okay,” you chuckled. “Yes, you may walk me down to the bus stop. But, just so you know, I do have pepper spray in my bag, and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Noted.” He looked somewhat scared but also somewhat in awe of you.

When he fell into step next to you, you took a breath, feeling the word vomit making its way up into your mouth.

You were nervous, of course. A cute guy was walking you to the bus stop. You hadn’t ever really had a boyfriend before or even someone who was interested in becoming your boyfriend.

And when you were nervous, you couldn’t really control your conversation.

You began to ask him all the little things - favorite movie and favorite food and stuff - because you knew if you asked him the big things, you’d feel the need to reciprocate and tell him your big things.

One surefire way to scare someone off? Tell them your tragic life story the day after you meet them.

So you kept things as light and casual as you could as far as the ‘getting to know you’ stuff.

And when Donghyuk joined you on your walk again the next evening, you continued on with your plan.

And the next evening, and the next evening, and the next...

After almost two weeks, you felt like you knew just about everything light and casual there was to know about Donghyuk. You could definitely say the two of you were friends now, and... you could definitely say you had a crush on him.

He was as sweet as he’d seemed when you first met him, plus he was smart, funny, and very thoughtful.

You honestly couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you headed up the driveway tonight, seeing Donghyuk waiting for you as he always was.

This time, though, he was throwing something very gently up into the air over and over again, catching it easily in his hand. It looked like a baseball or something, but when you reached him, he held it out to you.

“Snack?” he asked. “Thought maybe you’d be hungry.”

What you’d thought was a baseball actually turned out to be a shiny, red apple, so you let out an awkward chuckle and shook your head.

“I’m allergic to apples, actually,” you told him.

“Oh, sorry!” he cried immediately, throwing the apple over his shoulder as quickly as he could.

“No, it’s fine,” you assured him with a soft laugh, watching to make sure the apple didn’t hit anything (thankfully, it landed in his front yard with a soft thud). “It’s not a common food to be allergic to, really.”

“Do you have a medical bracelet or anything?” Donghyuk asked, his brow furrowed as he gently grabbed your wrist to see. “An Epi-Pen?”

“No and yes. Don’t worry, I’ve been allergic my whole life. I know how to handle it.”

“Sorry,” he murmured with a very shy, embarrassed grin. “I’m a medical student, so it just kind of comes naturally.”

“A medical student?” you asked, your eyebrows shooting halfway up your forehead.

“Well, pre-med.”

“That’s really impressive.”

“Yeah...”

You could tell Donghyuk didn’t necessarily think so, so you nudged him lightly with your elbow. “What’s up?” you asked softly.

“Nothing,” he assured you with a shake of his head. “Just... it’s what my parents wanted. But it’s fine. They’re not making me pay rent, and they’re covering all my school expenses, so... Can’t really complain, y’know?”

You simply nodded, nudging him again, though this nudge was more of a comforting, supportive nudge.

While you were always an advocate of following your heart and your dreams, you couldn’t really blame him for majoring in what his parents wanted.

To be honest, you would do anything to have your parents here to tell you what to major in.

When you reached the bus stop a few minutes later, you realized you hadn’t said anything since the exchange about Donghyuk’s major.

But before you could even take a breath to break the silence, you suddenly felt his fingers brush against the back of your hand, and your head snapped up to look at him.

“Are... you okay?” he asked, his voice just barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?” His question pulled you out of your little trance, and you pulled your lips into a smile as you looked over at him. “Oh. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You’re not usually this quiet.”

“Yeah, I just... I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

“So... you’re not nervous around me anymore?”

“No, not really.”

“Does that mean you would let me drive you home?”

A slight smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, and you shrugged coyly. “Maybe...”

The smile which appeared on Donghyuk’s face was honestly bright enough to power three of these huge mansions for the next two months. And it was enough to make your heart skip about five beats.

“Should I go back and get my car? I’ll run home and come and pick you up in two minutes.”

While you were still a bit wary (only because Donghyuk finding out you lived in a tiny, old apartment complex could prove to be just a bit embarrassing), you still couldn’t stop yourself from nodding.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Donghyuk grinned. “I promise. Don’t move.”

“Where would I go?” you chuckled as he turned around and began jogging back down the street.

You watched him for a few moments, biting your lip to keep your smile from becoming too idiotic. And just as you were turning away, planning to head to the bus stop to sit down, you suddenly heard or felt or saw someone.

It all happened so quickly, you weren’t really sure how you knew what was going on.

All you knew was a person had grabbed you and was trying to wrangle your bag away from you.

You cried out, letting out a high-pitched scream before the person put his hand over your mouth to stifle your voice. He was still trying to take your bag so even when you tried to reach in for your pepper spray, you couldn’t manage to get to it. You were also trying desperately to kick or punch or elbow him away, but everything was such a blur, you couldn’t really make heads or tails of what you were actually doing.

As you flung your arms out as hard as you could in an attempt to push him away, you felt his weight suddenly disappear.

Oh, wow!

You’d done it!

...Oh, wait.

Never mind.

Donghyuk had, apparently, run back and had grabbed the thief by his shirt collar.

Your heart was already racing from the sudden attack, but it was racing even more as you watched Donghyuk attempting to fight the guy off. He threw a couple punches and was trying to tackle him to the ground when the thief managed to escape and run away.

Once he was out of sight, Donghyuk rushed over to you, breathing heavily from his efforts. “Are you all right?!” he asked, reaching out to put his hands on your arms.

“Y--yeah,” you answered with a slight nod.

I mean, besides the fact you were terrified, yeah, you were fine.

It must have been very obvious you were lying because Donghyuk didn’t hesitate in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he murmured as he began to rub your back comfortingly.

Okay, now your heart was racing even faster than it had been.

Because.

Donghyuk’s chest.

Was, like.

Really nice.

You could feel his muscles underneath his shirt, and the way his arms were holding you... Goodness. You felt so safe and secure, and you literally never wanted him to stop hugging you.

Ever.

“Oh, geez, your heart is pounding,” he whispered, hugging you even tighter, probably in an attempt to make you calm down. “You’re shaking.”

Instead of replying, telling him why your heart was pounding, why you were shaking... you simply curled your arms up against his chest and buried your face in his neck. I mean, you were here! You might as well take advantage of it, right?! (P.S. You were not usually this forward, so you were going to blame this behavior on almost being mugged just a few minutes ago. You were in shock. Yep, that was it!)

“I’m definitely driving you home every day from now on, okay?” he told you. You felt him pressing his nose into your hair, and it sent shivers down your spine. “No arguments.”

You simply nodded, taking a deep breath and realizing just how good he smelled. Of course, he did. He was rich. Rich people always smelled amazing.

After what seemed like ten days of standing there, reveling in the feeling of being in Donghyuk’s amazing arms, you took a deep breath and began to pull away.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your forehead wrinkled as you locked your gaze on his.

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he assured you as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm. “I did what I had to do.”

“I tried to get my pepper spray out, but he --”

“I’m just glad I was still close enough to get here in time,” he interrupted. He was looking at you as if to say ‘Try not to worry about it - you did what you could.’

“Me, too,” you breathed, tempted to just go back in for another hug. But you knew you couldn’t just keep standing out here. You had to go home eventually. “You’ll... you’ll take me home?”

“Of course,” he answered immediately. “Come on, let’s go.”

He put an arm around your shoulders and began guiding you back to his house, keeping you close to him as you walked and not letting you get even an inch farther from his side the whole way there.

And you were certainly okay with that.

Part 3

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gaasaku-fanfests · 5 years

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Toda una vida (A whole live)

Title: Toda una vida (A whole live) Author: arethaatrahasis Rating: K+ Word Count: 4228. Summary: A whole live between Gaara and Sakura. Warnings: Fluff, Mental Diseases. PWP Author's Note(s): Hi! :) I hope you like this OS, first of all I tried to stuck with your prompts, but English is not my mother tongue and with some of the prompts I got scared, so I decided this (?) I don' t know if you would like this, if yes YAY! and if not lie to me please, but a read a OS that was about 50th prompts written like this one and I thought: that will do. So, I tried to include as much prompts as I could that you gave to me, and the others I invented them. I'm not sure that this whole thing has a plot, and I hope, really hope, to not deceive you. While you read, I’m sure that you will find some mistakes, grammar and vocabulary, but I'm human and I'm not perfect (and a terrible procrastinator that has some social problems that don' t allow her to ask for a much needed help).

(Additional note: Mild SasuSaku. Eventual character death. But not tragic. @arethaatrahasis As promised, I edited it for you; you should see the differences clearly.😊💕)

Prompt chosen: AU (in order of preference: career (adult), college, high school) Partner: darkcivet [pinch-hitter]

#1. Highschool.

The first time they see each other it’s in high school. People says that the first impression is what matters. Well… Theirs wasn’t the best.

#2. Scared.

Sakura was really scared. She was fourteen years old, she was young, innocent, and scared as fuck.

She was watching her best friend, Naruto, fighting with Sasuke, his platonic love, another guy. He came from another high school, in Sunagakure.

They were in an exchange… In an exchange of fist.

Sasuke was knocked out and Naruto couldn’t hold it for much longer, but also the other guy seemed pretty bad up. So, she did the only thing that she could do, call a professor.

#4. Cry baby.

The pink haired girl was a cry baby.

Gaara was starting to get sick of her. Crying won’ t solve anything, and the horrible noise of her sobs was starting to get on his nerves.

He detested to agree with the Uchiha boy, but god was she annoying…

#5. Birthday party.

The next time they see each other was in Naruto’s sixteenth birthday. She immediately recognized him, how could she not? The red hair, his eyes declined with kohl, the weird tattoo on his forehead… She had to warn Naruto.

“Hey, Naruto. Naruto… ¡Hey!”

“Hey Sakura- chan, what’s up?”

“I think someone sneaked in your birthday party.” Naruto looked at her and blinked in confusion.

“Who?”

“That boy over there, the one with whom you get into a fight with Sasuke- kun two years ago, do you remember?”

The blonde looked at the same direction as her and when he spotted the intruder he started to laugh.

“Sakura- chan, he didn’t sneak in, I invited him.”

“What?!” Asked her louder than she intended. “Why?!”

“Easy he shrugged nonchalantly. He is my friend.”

“He is your… What?”

Sakura couldn’t understand why Naruto would befriend someone that that had wanted to punch him to death. However, she didn’t have the time to tell that to Naruto, because he, quickly as lightning, grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her towards de red-haired guy.

“Sakura- chan talk to him! You will see that he is really a nice guy!” She preferred to be burned in hell.

#6. Sorry.

Sakura was her name. Honestly, he didn’t remember much about her, only that the fight started because he pushed her and that she couldn’t stop to crying.

He sighed and looked at her, she was visibly uncomfortable standing there with him, he could swear that she was here against her own will, Naruto probably compelled her to be there, and she was desperately looking for an excuse to get the hell out of there.

She was polite enough to not run away without a plausible excuse.

“I apologise.”

For the first time in that party, she looked at him intently in the eyes, he could appreciate confusion and curiosity dancing in her orbs.

“What for?”

For the fight of two years ago, and for having pushed you. I shouldn’t have done that. So, I apologise.

She bit her lower lip, clearly insecure of what to say, or what to do. But finally, she spoke.

“Why did you do that?”

He knew that she deserved some answers, however he wasn’t ready to tell the whole truth, not yet at least.

“I had anger issues.”

“And how did you solve it?”

“He couldn’t tell if she was just curious or nosy.”

“Pills.”

For his surprise she laughed, not at him, or for what someone had said about him, she laughed because of him, for something that he had said. He was startled… and amazed, that felt… nice.

#7. Message.

Hi Gaara- kun! :)

It’ s me, Sakura. I asked Naruto for your telephone number, I hope you don’ t get angry with us :P By the way, if you are free tomorrow afternoon we can go to the Science and Natural Museum here in Konoha.

If you want, you can ask Temari and… uh… Kankuro? if they want to come too. I won’ t ask Naruto because the last time I visited a museum with him we almost got banned from there for life.

If you can’ t because you are returning to Suna have a safe trip!

See you soon XOXO

#8. Awkward.

He felt awkward.

He was enjoying himself quite a little in the museum, but his new acquaintance didn’t stop talking. And he didn’t know what to do, was he supposed to talk back? To ask her questions? To tell her to shut the fuck up?

However, her explanations were interesting, she knew a lot. And he was enjoying that she treated him like a normal person, like if that incident of two years ago didn’t even happen.

But he was amused. He liked how her eyes sparkled when they saw the dinosaurs’ skeletons, or when her nose wrinkled when she didn’t like the Neanderthal part for being “too poor and bad explained”, or when she watched for a solid thirty minutes a giant pendulum clock that worked thanks to gravity.

He discovered that they have interests in common, like reading, she liked romantic novels, but like him, she also read historical, science- fiction and crime.

He felt a nice feeling, diﬀerent of the one that he felt towards Naruto, but it wasn’t disgusting at all. maybe it was because it was a girl, or because she was diﬀerent from his blonde friend. Who knew. So, he finally decided to not overthink about it and flow with the conversation, situation, her and everything else on that afternoon.

Nevertheless, he still felt awkward.

#9. Time.

They barely saw each other in two years. They kept in contact thanks to messenger and another social apps.

And in that period of time, they finally thought of each other as friends.

#10. Accident.

Naruto and Sasuke had had a terrible accident, they were both in the emergency. All their friends and families were in the hospitals’ waiting room. He came all the way from Suna only to support Kushina and Minato… And for Sakura too.

She was a mess, she couldn’t stop crying, he was afraid that she will collapse in any moment.

But he couldn’t do anything, he could only wait, wait for news, for the doctor, and pray, pray to a God, who he didn’t believe at all, that his best friend will be safe and well.

He needed comfort as much as she, so he slid his hand and grabbed hers, she didn’t reject him, and squeezed his right hand letting him know that she was thankful and that in her way she was also there to oﬀer him support, comfort and shelter.

He sighed. It would be the longest hours of their lives.

#11. Confession.

It wasn’t a normal accident.

Sakura needed to confess this, and she knew that Gaara will be the only one who won’ t run with the juicy gossip.

“I mean… Yes, they were both riding a motorbike and something happened and that’ s why they are here but… It was Sasuke’ s fault… He… He has been frequenting bad companies lately. Naruto and I tried to stop him… But it was useless, he won’t just listen to us. And… And that night Naruto and I tried to confront him for the last time and… And everything went so… so wrong…”

She started to cry again, however Gaara didn’t make a move to comfort her. He already knew all of this, not thanks to her, but yes from Naruto, he had helped him to investigate Sasuke’s new friends. But he couldn’t tell her that.

“It was my fault… All my fault… If I haven’ t pressured Naruto to go and confront Sasuke anything of this would have happened…”

He exhaled and refused to look at her, he felt as guilty as her for Naruto having lost his right arm.

#12. Beginning.

They were in another party. But this time Sakura and Gaara chatted freely and there were no bad vibes at all. Naruto and Sasuke had left the hospital a few days ago, and their families decided to throw them a welcome party.

Gaara was happy for Naruto, despite losing one arm he was still as cheerful as always, and that nearly close to death incident had helped him to start dating Hinata Hyuuga.

He was happy for him, but he thought that Uchiha Sasuke didn’t deserve all of this.

“Hey guys I have the biggest announcement ever!” Cried Naruto who was standing on a table

“You all know that Hinata and me are now dating, but there’ s a new couple in town! Finally, Sasuke and Sakura are dating!”

All the crowd cheered while Sakura blushed and Sasuke seemed as emotionless as always. No… Gaara thought, he didn’t deserve this too.

#13. Pub

“I hope Uchiha- san would have come with you guys too.” Gaara tried not to laugh at how false Temari sounded.

He still has a lot of rehabilitation to do… Besides, in his… rebel phase he really skipped studies, so he has a lot to catch up to…

Sakura didn’t explain anything further, and they didn’t ask.

A few months have passed since that party where Naruto announced the happy couple. Nevertheless, the communication between the pink haired girl and he had abruptly been put in a limbo, they speak but not as frequently and freely like before the accident, and Gaara suspected that Sasuke and the insane necessity of Sakura to please him had something to do.

He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t feel so well, he was afraid that he could snap in any moment, Shukaku didn’t shut up.

He shouldn’t be there in the pub… The lights were annoying him.

#14. Snap.

It was like seeing a blood lust monster. Sakura couldn’t understand what she was seeing. Gaara, the boy she came to know, the one that didn’t think less of anyone, who was respectful, patient, whose hobbies were doing puzzles and yoga, that boy was trying to kill three boys.

She didn’t know why he was doing this, or how this happened, she wanted to cry, to cry, run and hide from everything and everyone, but he was her friend, so she decided to be brave and save him from getting in jail.

#15. Avoid.

“Sakura- chan is persistent.”

Naruto was in his room looking through the window. He understood that after one episode he needed time to recover and readjust to the world that surrounded him.

Now Temari and Kankuro knew how to treat him after one of those, so Kankuro didn’t shout or made any loud sound, and Temari brought him a bowl of boiled rice, a cup of orange juice and his pills.

“I don’t want to talk to her right now.”

He closed his eyes and started to feel how the pills made their magic. He barely could hear him. He heard how Naruto sighed and he heard how he moved uncomfortable next to the window.

“Gaara… She tried to stop you.”

“I remember everything, Naruto, it’ s not how it used to be. I don’ t snap so often anymore and I can remember almost everything when I have one of my episodes.”

“Gaara…”

“Please Naruto…just… Just let me sleep… I’m tired…”

The last thing he thought before he felt into unconsciousness was that Sakura couldn’t be present if he snapped another time.

#16. Look at me.

“Gaara… Gaara! Sabaku no Gaara look at me!”

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her. The crazy woman was shouting in the middle of the street. Everyone was looking at them, and she seemed furious, this time it was him who was scared.

“Why the fuck are you inviting me?”

Oh… She was really angry, she was swearing, she never said the four-letter words if she wasn’t furious or scared as fuck.

“I’m not.”

He was lying, and she knew it, she looked at him and bit her lower lip.

“You are afraid to hurt me like the other time, don’ t you? I understand, but if you would listen to me…”

“No. Listen you to me, Sakura. I’m schizophrenic, Sakura, schizophrenic. You cannot get in middle every time I have a crisis, on a day I might kill you. I appreciate your necessity of saving every fucking living shit that crosses your way, but this is the real live and you are not prepared to control me when I’m having one of my episodes.”

He could see how she shifted uncomfortable and he saw the marks of his finger in her pale neck. He would remember for the rest of his live how he tried to strangle her.

“You still don’t know which business I do have here in Suna, do you?” He blinked confused for the abruptly change of subject.

“No.”

Then go to the stadium at 6 p.m., don’t be late. And if after what you see you still want to put some distance between us, I will not argue, ok? I think it’ s better if you see it.

He didn’t understand a thing, but if with that she would act with more common sense around him, he would be there gladly.

#17. Boxing.

Holy shit Sakura practised boxing. When she said that she had come to Suna because she had some business, he didn’t think for a second that her business was competing in the Suna’s boxing tournament.

He was amazed, she almost won. She arrived at the finals, but the other competitor was better, it didn’t matter anyway, the next year surely she would win.

“You stayed ’til the end.”

He was waiting for her in the exit. Nobody but him went to cheer her, maybe she wanted to keep this a secret.

“You did great.”

That was his response, he indulged himself to smile a little, and she sat down next to him.

“I understand what you were saying earlier, but about last night… I wasn’t prepared, I admit that I don’t know how to act when you have a crisis, but I’m strong enough to not get killed.”

“I know.”

They were in silence for a few minutes before Sakura started to speak again.

“Then, this crap about distance and not wanting me to get hurt is over, isn’t it?” He laughed and looked at her.

“Absolutely.”

“Fine, because if you turn to do something like that again te voy a a dar una ostia que te va a molestar el cielo pa’ dar volteretas.”

He didn’t understand a thing, but he could feel the threat in her words.

#18. Demon.

“I call him Shukaku.”

They were having dinner and finally he was being honest with all his problems, only Naruto and his brother and sister knew that the voice had a name. Yes, he was schizophrenic, but if he took his pills and followed all the instructions that the psychiatrist had told him, he wasn’t dangerous at all. Of course, he had good and bad days, but like everybody.

He calls himself the sand demon. Sakura swallowed and smiled.

“It’s fitting, since you live in the desert, you know?”

She laughed, and he couldn’t stop to notice that even with a purple eye and hers lips broken she looked beautiful.

#19. Congratulations.

Hey,

Congratulations for having entered in the medicine school. But it’s not necessary that you send me a picture when you start practising with corpses. Thanks.

I will try to visit you this summer, Temari thinks that we don’t know that she is dating Shikamaru. I hope that she will stop pretending because she will stop being so grumpy.

Gaara.

P.S.: I WON’ T SAY XOXO

#20. Break up.

Sasuke and I broke up.

Sakura was sad, but not as sad as she should feel. She knew that she had been pinning after Sasuke for ten years, however after two years almost dating, she couldn’t stand it anymore, her relationship with him wasn’t what she was expecting absolutely. She tried to feel bad, but she couldn’t.

“I feel so guilty…”

“I already told you,” Sakura Gaara spoke from the phone trying to not sound as pleased as he was for the news. “You can’ t save everyone, as a future doctor you have to learn how to live with this, there will be times that you won’ t be able to save someone. And that’ s fine, you are a human after all.”

“I still feel bad, what can I do to ease the feeling?”

She tried hard not to cry, but some treacherous tears slid down her checks.

“Talk with me.”

She laughed and so she did.

#21. Spanish.

“I have really humble origins. I studied in Konoha’s high school because of a scholarship, my parents couldn’t aﬀord pay it.”

“Is that where you learned how to speak Spanish?”

They were on the phone, they almost talked every day, and that one he decided to ask her what she said that night after the boxing’ s tournament.

“No, I’m pretty bad at learning languages, I know how to speak Spanish because the woman who used to take care of me was from Spain, it’ s been almost four years that she retired and returned to her homeland. She did swear a lot, gods, what was really useful because neither my parents or teachers never knew what I was saying.”

They both laughed, and Sakura continued speaking.

“The exact translation of what I told you that night would be: I will blow you so hard that the sky will bother you to do somersaults. It sounds more threatening in Spanish.”

“I agree.”

#22. Move.

She was complaining that she had no one in Konoha, that all her friends seemed to leave her behind, and she hated that. All of them had already finished their degrees and now they were looking for a job, working or starting they knew family, Ino and Sai were expecting their first child.

And she was stuck in the longest degree of all, she loved medicine, but she felt alone. So, the suggestion come easily to him.

Why don’t you move to Suna and end your studies here? You won’t need to pay for rent, you can stay at my place, you know the house is big for the three of us.

She thanked him and said that she appreciated the oﬀer but that moving won’t solve anything. Despite all of this she called three days after asking if the oﬀer was real and that if he and his siblings were ok with that the following semester, she would be doing it in Suna.

#23. Wedding.

Temari and Shikamaru were marrying. Sakura was happy for them, they were meant for each other. It was hard returning to Konoha after almost one year of studying abroad, but she didn’t feel as bad as she thought she would feel. Sasuke had a new girlfriend, Karin, and honestly, she was happy for him, for the first time in years he seemed genuinely content.

When the music started to sound, she got up and looked to the church’s entrance were Temari, Kankuro and Gaara were standing, the blonde woman decided that her two brothers will accompany her down the aisle.

Temari was beautiful, but she couldn’t help to blush fifty shades of red t how good Gaara looked with his tailored suit.

#24. I love you.

It was rain season in Sunagakure.

Sakura thought that she would never come to love the desert, however she was deadly mistaken. She adored the desert, because love… She was in love with Gaara, and it was then that she realized it.

They were sitting comfortable on the sofa, she had a cup of hot tea in her hands and he was just showered and his hair was still wet. They both were reading, and only the noise of the rain could be heard, Kankuro wasn’t at home, they were alone.

She said the words without giving it much of a thought.

“I love you.”

#25. First.

Sakura was his first in everything, he was a virgin a terrible inexperienced, she was not.

Their first kiss was in their rooftop while they were seeing the sun setting in the desert. The first time they hold hands as a couple were when he took her to a concert, she didn’t want to lose him in the crowd, their first date was in Suna’ s greenhouse…

Gaara was amazed at how wonderful his life had become since Sakura was his girlfriend.

He knew he sucked the first time that they made love, she simply smiled and said that he only need to gain experience, and he told her that if she was up to teach him, that he wasn’t really a good student, but for her he would make the eﬀort, she laughed and kissed him, she laughed at hers unique and amazing way, the one that used when she was with him. And was then when Gaara said the words for first time.

“I love you, Sakura Haruno.”

All their first times were amazing for both of them.

#26. Elope.

They eloped.

Temari and Naruto were terribly angry about it, but they did anyway. As natural as Sakura had been saying “I love you” the first time, the “yes” had come also naturally when Gaara proposed.

“Let’ s elope.”

She just licenced and had two weeks until she had to start her stage in Suna’s hospital. They had money, and they wanted, they didn’t need anything else.

They travelled to the Land of the Rivers, she bought the first white dress that she saw in a store, and he wore his favourite jeans. The rings were bought in the cheapest jewellery, and nobody aside of them, the oﬃcer and God were witness of their wedding.

The honeymoon was there too. They did some sport, they laughed, they made love, they shared silences filled with love, they started to plan their live together, and on top of all they were happy.

#27. Children.

It’ s Gaara who after three years brought up the subject of having children of their own. He finally had a steady job, as did she. They have compatible schedules, so they will both be able to take care of the child, Kankuro finally moved out and they had some savings, he really wanted to have a child.

And again, without thinking much of it, she said yes.

#28. Fault.

She, they, tried to get her pregnant for a year, but they didn’t succeed. She felt like a failure. She cried every day, she barely sleeps nor eat, she was losing weight and Sakura started to only get oﬀ their home only to get to work. Gaara was concerned, so he suggested that they went both to the hospital and made a prove, to see what was happening.

“I’m fine! Shouted her when she received the inform. I’m perfectly fine! Then why I’m not conceiving?!”

“I know Sakura, it’ s not your fault, calm down, it’ s not your fault. It’ s mine, I’m sterile.”

#29. Adopt.

After that they didn’t talk about children for a solid month, until Sakura came up with an idea.

“Why don’ t we adopt?”

#30. Shinki.

His name was Shinki, and he was the oldest boy in the orphanage. He had autism and that’ s why nobody adopted him, it wasn’t a severe case, but it was obvious that the child had something, and nobody wanted to adopt him.

However, Gaara and Sakura were diﬀerent, they weren’t like everybody, and after four long months, they finally and oﬃcially become Shinki’s parents.

#31. Family.

They become a family, a family of three, they thought about adopting another kid, the world was full of kids who needed love, but finally they decided to not to. Instead of this they gave money every month to the orphanage and participated in the public events that it organized.

Sakura found that this wasn’t the family that she had planned having when she was a child, but she wouldn’t change a think all that she had overcame had brought here to this point, where she was happy with Gaara and Shinki, they were the love of her life, and she was theirs.

Everything was like it had to be, it was perfect.

#32. Part.

They grow old together, they had fights, they had love, they had crisis, they had a family, they had everything they ever needed.

Shinki left home and married a man, they always supported him, and he had the job of his live, he was a biologist that studied the fauna’ s desert. And he also adopted two beautiful little girls from his same orphanage.

Gaara and Sakura grow old together, and with old it came also death, Gaara was the youngest of them both, but also, he was the first to part away. He did in his sleep, Sakura woke up one autumn morning and realized that Gaara wasn’t breathing, she cried because her best friend, the love of her live, had gone without her.

It was between sobs that she noticed that there was a fine smile in his lips, and for the first time in his life Gaara seemed to be, finally, completely, at peace.

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for science.

WHO: Blaine Anderson @darethewarblerblaine & Sebastian Smythe @daresmythe

WHERE. Dalton Academy Housing Campus

WHEN. December 3, 2017 - Early Evening

WHAT. A series of texts exchanged after a long day of classes & studying

WARNINGS. Some dirty talk, nothing explicit.

( text message → petit copain ) i can't do it. i cannot write another admissions essay, i will physically die.

( text message → 'bastian ) Dying is not allowed!

( text message → petit copain ) How about slipping into prolonged comas?

( text message → 'bastian ) How about a good nights sleep from an amazing orgasm?

( text message → petit copain ) How do you do that?

( text message → 'bastian ) Do what? ( text message → 'bastian ) Read your mind?

( text message → petit copain ) Yeah.That.

( text message → 'bastian ) Hmmm because I could definitely go for that too as it turns out? ( text message → 'bastian ) And I know when you get into panic mode this is a general good suggestion.

( text message → petit copain ) Blaine Devon.You are such a dreamboat, you know that?

( text message → 'bastian ) Me?

( text message → petit copain ) You.

( text message → 'bastian ) Says the guy even the het guys here would probably consider dating

( text message → petit copain ) You are ridiculous.

( text message → 'bastian ) I am ridiculously in love with you...yes. ( text message → 'bastian ) Ridiculously attracted to you.

( text message → petit copain ) How'd I get to be so lucky, huh?

( text message → 'bastian ) Hmmm I don’t know. ( text message → 'bastian ) You put in a lot of hard work for me. ( text message → 'bastian ) I don’t know how anyone can possibly top a secret admirer, mistletoe Christmas first kiss. ( text message → 'bastian ) Or bringing me back something from Paris because it made you realize how you really felt

( text message → petit copain ) Well, I was certainly an idiot back then, wasn't I?

( text message → 'bastian ) Or just in general loving me the way you do. ( text message → 'bastian ) No, not an idiot. ( text message → 'bastian ) Scared. ( text message → 'bastian ) Understandably so. ( text message → 'bastian ) I’m sorry I am and intense person

( text message → petit copain ) Are you now? I had no idea. ( text message → petit copain ) You are so adorable. ( text message → petit copain ) It seems like quite a long time ago, doesn't it?

( text message → 'bastian ) It does. ( text message → 'bastian ) Two years ago ( text message → 'bastian ) That’s half of highschool Seb. ( text message → 'bastian ) And now we’re Seniors and struggling with admission essays ( text message → 'bastian ) And doing a lot more than kissing.

( text message → petit copain ) Senior citizens is more like it.

( text message → 'bastian ) Well they say senior citizens are quite active now :p

( text message → petit copain ) When's the last time we skipped class to make out? ( text message → petit copain ) Or stayed up ALL night? ( text message → petit copain ) We're old, mon petit copain. ( text message → petit copain ) face the facts we're ancient

( text message → 'bastian ) Ugh probably the beginning of the school year. ( text message → 'bastian ) But between senior ap classes, Warblers, student council, yearbook, and that “spirit” squad I thought would be a good idea to begin and organize and lead my senior year when is there time to skip. ( text message → 'bastian ) Also orgasms make me sleepy... you know this. ( text message → 'bastian ) We are responsible my love. ( text message → 'bastian ) Are you terribly bored with me? With our life?

( text message → petit copain ) Freedom suddenly seems like more work than we previously imagined it would be. ( text message → petit copain ) However, being outside of this campus, with you. ( text message → petit copain ) That's exciting.

( text message → 'bastian ) True ( text message → 'bastian ) How about as a reward for getting these essays done you get three random classes to skip and make out in the senior Warbler commons and one night of staying up all night

( text message → petit copain ) I would, but in all honesty I can't really afford to skip any classes before the break. ( text message → petit copain ) But we should make out very soon.

( text message → 'bastian ) After the break then. ( text message → 'bastian ) How about hmmm....now?

( text message → petit copain ) Now? Now would be highly appropriate.

( text message → 'bastian ) Good. ( text message → 'bastian ) Hey Sebastian? ( text message → 'bastian ) Keep your glasses on....

( text message → petit copain ) Blaine Warbler...you always did like the nerdier side of me.

( text message → 'bastian ) My Clark Kent Superman

( text message → petit copain ) You are such a geek.

( text message → 'bastian ) As long as you love me!

( text message → petit copain ) Hmm, only forever. That's as long as I'll love you for.

( text message → 'bastian ) Hmmm it’s been too long since I’ve just sat in your lap and kissed you.

( text message → petit copain ) It has. You feeling like a hearty make out session, my sweet?

( text message → 'bastian ) And yet forever doesn’t seem like long enough when it’s you and I. ( text message → 'bastian ) Mmmmm yes

( text message → petit copain ) I could really use some sweet kisses. ( text message → petit copain ) Lots of them.

( text message → 'bastian ) We can start sweet, slow even. ( text message → 'bastian ) Let me memorize every freckle on your beautiful face again

( text message → petit copain ) Yeah? Maybe a few nibbles under the mistletoe conveniently hung by the door.

( text message → 'bastian ) The way it looks like you have the Little Dipper on your left cheek ( text message → 'bastian ) Definitely we can start at the door ( text message → 'bastian ) A couple of chaste pecs to your lips as I stretch up on my top toes my very long legged boyfriend

( text message → petit copain ) How many times do you think we've kissed since that first time? ( text message → petit copain ) hundreds...thousands maybe...I still love kissing you, babe.

( text message → 'bastian ) Millions maybe billions. I will never tire of kissing you.

( text message → petit copain ) Good. Because there's millions and billions more to come, I'm sure. Unless my lips fall off in a freak accident.

( text message → 'bastian ) I’d still kiss you.

( text message → petit copain ) You, kissing my lipless face. How tragic. How romantic.

( text message → 'bastian ) Well there are a lot of other places I can kiss you too. ( text message → 'bastian ) But you are my love story babe.

( text message → petit copain ) We've got a pretty good one too.

( text message → 'bastian ) We do. ( text message → 'bastian ) I’d say can’t wait to see how it ends but I don’t want to waste a moment or wish it away.

( text message → petit copain ) I know how it ends. You, as my husband. With a bunch of foul mouthed, rambunctious, curly haired babies.

( text message → 'bastian ) A bunch huh? ( text message → 'bastian ) Where did these foul mouthed rambunctious kids coming from?

( text message → petit copain ) A stork?

( text message → 'bastian ) Lol ( text message → 'bastian ) I mean why are they foul-mouthed and rambunctious?

( text message → petit copain ) I'm foul-mouthed, and you, my dear are rambunctious. ( text message → petit copain ) Very much so.

( text message → 'bastian ) I will not let you corrupt our children Sebastian Smythe. :p ( text message → 'bastian ) I’m more enthusiastic than rambunctious

( text message → petit copain ) Oh really? Mr. Anderson-Smythe? ( text message → petit copain ) You are so enthusiastic. In all things. ( text message → petit copain ) It's very attractive.

( text message → 'bastian ) Yes Mr Anderson-Smythe. Now make it up to me with hundreds of kisses.

( text message → petit copain ) Hmm...I guess I could.

( text message → 'bastian ) I can be enthusiastic about kissing

( text message → petit copain ) Will you be counting? ( text message → petit copain ) How many kisses does a hickey count as?

( text message → 'bastian ) Ten maybe ( text message → 'bastian ) We might have to scientifically test it.

( text message → petit copain ) Are hickey's allowed in traditional make out sessions?

( text message → 'bastian ) How many kisses make a hickey? ( text message → 'bastian ) Definitely.

( text message → petit copain ) And how naked is acceptably naked for a make out session....scientifically.

( text message → 'bastian ) It is the hetero badge of honour ( text message → 'bastian ) Ohhh. That one is complicated. ( text message → 'bastian ) Location factors into this one i am afraid

( text message → petit copain ) And then there's the matter of groping. ( text message → petit copain ) What's the grope to kiss ratio? ( text message → petit copain ) this is very complicated business that we're going to have to experiment with for...hours...days possibly.for science of course

( text message → 'bastian ) Of course for science. ( text message → 'bastian ) Do you think this could count as extra credit? ( text message → 'bastian ) Be turned into our science fair project?

( text message → petit copain ) I guess that depends on the amount of groping ( text message → petit copain ) It would certainly be something we'd have to...document. For science, again.

( text message → 'bastian ) I think the correct groping ratio, in polite company is about 7 kisses to a grope. ( text message → 'bastian ) A family friendly grope.

( text message → petit copain ) So a firm ass grab.

( text message → 'bastian ) In a more private locale 2 kisses to 1 grope or even 1:1 is strongly encouraged. And family friendly doesn’t count.

( text message → petit copain ) Yes, well private locale would be more under the shirt nipple touching. ( text message → petit copain ) As the hets like to do. ( text message → petit copain ) Or, lesbians. I leave them out a lot, don't I?

( text message → 'bastian ) Which isn’t a complaint btw ( text message → 'bastian ) Lol when do we ever even see girls?

( text message → petit copain ) WHAT ARE GIRLS ( text message → petit copain ) That's a lie. It'd be...nice to have a daughter one day maybe. Don't you think?

( text message → 'bastian ) Private locale should include dick touching. Because it’s gay. ( text message → 'bastian ) Yes. And name her after your mother. ( text message → 'bastian ) You and your Dad will have to help her live up to her namesake.

( text message → petit copain ) You had me at dick touching. ( text message → petit copain ) I'm lying, you literally had me when you walked in the room. ( text message → petit copain ) How gay is that. ( text message → petit copain ) Celeste...God I wish she knew you. ( text message → petit copain ) You'd be one of her favorite people. ( text message → petit copain ) She would just...go crazy about you

( text message → 'bastian ) The gayest. ( text message → 'bastian ) Really Sebastian. ( text message → 'bastian ) Luckily I’m also gay.

( text message → petit copain ) Glad to know I still hold my title as the gayest gay.

( text message → 'bastian ) I wish I’d known her. ( text message → 'bastian ) I wish I could thank her for you.

( text message → petit copain ) I'll tell her the next time I talk to her.

( text message → 'bastian ) To tell her how much I love her son; how happy he makes me... and how I want to spend my life making him as happy.

( text message → petit copain ) I think she's...I don't know...here somehow. ( text message → petit copain ) She sees us.I know it's not rational.

( text message → 'bastian ) Hey shush

( text message → petit copain ) But someone like that, like her. I just can't find a way to believe she just stopped existing

( text message → 'bastian ) It’s ... I like that.

( text message → petit copain ) I love your very blind support of my crazy.

( text message → 'bastian ) And if that’s the case I hope you’re right and she likes me. ( text message → 'bastian ) Maybe... maybe she pushed us, or you? Hmm?

( text message → petit copain ) Something like that. ( text message → petit copain ) Did you think we'd get to here, Blaine? ( text message → petit copain ) Almost free of this place ( text message → petit copain ) Still together. ( text message → petit copain ) Always together

( text message → 'bastian ) Get to here ? ( text message → 'bastian ) I wanted us to. ( text message → 'bastian ) Almost free and still together? ( text message → 'bastian ) I really wanted us to be. ( text message → 'bastian ) I know my jealousy gets the better of me sometimes....a lot of times... but I wanted us here. ( text message → 'bastian ) I want an Always for us. ( text message → 'bastian ) No matter how hard.

( text message → petit copain ) I didn't expect to screw up quite as many times as I have...or maybe I did. But I never knew I could fight so hard for something ( text message → petit copain ) I didn't think I was strong

( text message → 'bastian ) We’ve both made mistakes babe but they only make us stronger. ( text message → 'bastian ) I never knew I could want something more than music tbh ( text message → 'bastian ) You’re so strong ‘Bas. ( text message → 'bastian ) No one gave you a chance to be anything but.

( text message → petit copain ) I love you, Blaine Warbler. ( text message → petit copain ) I may have learned your last name, but...you'll always be my Warbler.

( text message → 'bastian ) Lol. ( text message → 'bastian ) I love you. ( text message → 'bastian ) And i am thrilled to always be your Warbler

( text message → petit copain ) Ugh, my Prince.

( text message → 'bastian ) Le Petit Prince

( text message → petit copain ) I struck gold with you baby

( text message → 'bastian ) I love you so much.

( text message → petit copain ) And I love you. So very much.

( text message → 'bastian ) What are your plans for Christmas this year?

( text message → petit copain ) don't know. Paris maybe

( text message → 'bastian ) When?

( text message → petit copain ) I don't know I've been dreading calling my father ( text message → petit copain ) So I haven't booked a flight or anything yet. I was thinking of maybe just not going anywhere

( text message → 'bastian ) Cooper wants my parents and I to come to LA. ( text message → 'bastian ) He’s working on a project.

( text message → petit copain ) That'll be nice, baby ( text message → petit copain ) I'll send you off with a hug and sarcastic comment for him

( text message → 'bastian ) I... want you to come with us. If... you can. If you want.

( text message → petit copain ) You want me to come to LA? ( text message → petit copain ) With your family?

( text message → 'bastian ) You’ve spent time with us at the holiday before.

( text message → petit copain ) I know, but...the whole break, with you? With your family? That's a lot, are you sure about it?

( text message → 'bastian ) Sebastian...

( text message → petit copain ) Well I'm just saying, baby

( text message → 'bastian ) We’ve been sharing a room and a bed every night for the last almost 4 months.

( text message → petit copain ) I know, I know that. ( text message → petit copain ) But this is, your parents. ( text message → petit copain ) Cooper. ( text message → petit copain ) Christmas.In LA

( text message → 'bastian ) I know. ( text message → 'bastian ) I did ask you.

( text message → petit copain ) Yes I want to ( text message → petit copain ) I hate leaving you for weeks at a time. ( text message → petit copain ) But it does freak me out a bit.

( text message → 'bastian ) Because? ( text message → 'bastian ) It’s my family?

( text message → petit copain ) Yeah. ( text message → petit copain ) I only have so many chances to prove myself. ( text message → petit copain ) I'm the future father of their grandchildren ( text message → petit copain ) it's a lot a pressure!

( text message → 'bastian ) So uhm....

( text message → petit copain ) Also...there's the matter of the name tattooed on my BODY ( text message → petit copain ) and LA is hot

( text message → 'bastian ) If I said I cleared this with my parents and Cooper before I said anything to you. ( text message → 'bastian ) Would you be upset?

( text message → petit copain ) No. ( text message → petit copain ) I would be relieved. ( text message → petit copain ) But also in a rush to buy some temporary tattoo cover up

( text message → 'bastian ) Have you looked at my phone recently babe?

( text message → petit copain ) No, why?

( text message → 'bastian ) Before you rush out and do anything you might want to look at my lock screen.

( text message → petit copain ) THEY KNOW? ( text message → petit copain ) Oh my god. ( text message → petit copain ) They must hate me.

( text message → 'bastian ) No. ( text message → 'bastian ) I don’t think my mother would have replied “of course Sweetheart” if she hated you.

( text message → petit copain ) Well, maybe we should come up with a better story than, "We got in a huge fight and Sebastian's very logical response was to get my name tattooed on his skin permanently" ? ( text message → petit copain ) Something responsible and poetic ( text message → petit copain ) Like i would have died if he hadn't done it, it's a medical fact Sebastian physically saved my life by inking his skin ( text message → petit copain ) that's workable, right?

( text message → 'bastian ) ‘Bas.....Sweetheart.

( text message → petit copain ) I'm gonna bring my report card.

( text message → 'bastian ) Your moms tattoo is also viable on my lock screen. ( text message → 'bastian ) I said your tattoos are like my music. ( text message → 'bastian ) A way to honor important people in your life.

( text message → petit copain ) Maybe a few letters of recommendation from my peers and teachers. ( text message → petit copain ) A lot of people don't see tattoos quite like that.

( text message → 'bastian ) It’s not exactly wrong though. ( text message → 'bastian ) It’s very true in the case of your mothers’.

( text message → petit copain ) My tattoos are...How I remind myself of what's important.Because I'm thick headed and I need a permanent mark on my skin some days to get through to myself. ( text message → petit copain ) My mother. ( text message → petit copain ) You. ( text message → petit copain ) Love above all else. ( text message → petit copain ) Things I never ever want to forget. ( text message → petit copain ) Things I WANT leaving scars on my body that are impossible to remove or hide

( text message → 'bastian ) Then if anyone in my family says anything you say just that.

( text message → petit copain ) I love you so much. ( text message → petit copain ) As impulsive as it was. I can't believe I waited so long to ink your name on my skin.

( text message → 'bastian ) Really?

( text message → petit copain ) Oh yeah. ( text message → petit copain ) My world. ( text message → petit copain ) You know how much I love you, don't you?

( text message → 'bastian ) So when should you have put it on?

( text message → petit copain ) I think you know, because you love me the same way. ( text message → petit copain ) Hmm...in paris, that first summer.

( text message → 'bastian ) Yes I know how much and yes I do love you the same ( text message → 'bastian ) That... might have been awkward....

( text message → petit copain ) Now THAT would be quite the story

( text message → 'bastian ) What how Hunter decked you when he discovered my name on your chest?

( text message → petit copain ) Yep. Worth it. I still think about Trent's reaction to it everyday.Warms the cold corners of my heart.

( text message → 'bastian ) I don’t know if I should be offended that my description doesn’t get top reaction.

( text message → petit copain ) I didn't say it wasn't top ( text message → petit copain ) But trent's was so comical.

( text message → 'bastian ) I know ...

( text message → petit copain ) Sometimes I feel bad for how much we probably tortured the guy. ( text message → petit copain ) Sometimes.

( text message → 'bastian ) He tried so hard to be a good roommate. Although i much much prefer this year’s roommate.

( text message → petit copain ) He did put up with a lot of our shenanigans.

( text message → 'bastian ) He did but you also liked reminding him I was yours.

( text message → petit copain ) Constantly. But I did that with everyone.

( text message → 'bastian ) *do that

( text message → petit copain ) True. But I have...calmed a bit about it.

( text message → 'bastian ) You have but it’s no big secret who we are or that we are together. ( text message → 'bastian ) Guess we will see next year.

( text message → petit copain ) i did have to let the incoming freshmen know ( text message → petit copain ) oh next year...

( text message → 'bastian ) i think we'll probably both revisit that really jealous/possessive phase again... ( text message → 'bastian ) not that that phase didn't come without it's own...rewards

( text message → petit copain ) Lol ( text message → petit copain ) True

( text message → 'bastian ) Just remember I love you ( text message → 'bastian ) Even when cute baristas are flirting with you.

( text message → petit copain ) And I need the occasional kick in the ass.

( text message → 'bastian ) Or the occasional pin you up against the nearest flat surface and remind you are mine. ( text message → 'bastian ) That night.... I was so jealous.

( text message → petit copain ) I was so stupid.

( text message → 'bastian ) You were not stupid ( text message → 'bastian ) You like the attention , were used to it and not used to thinking about someone else

( text message → petit copain ) And you were patient, and understanding...most of the time

( text message → 'bastian ) Because you’re worth it ( text message → 'bastian ) We’re worth it

( text message → petit copain ) I truly hit the lottery with you, B. ( text message → petit copain ) You are so one in a million

( text message → 'bastian ) Only for you

( text message → petit copain ) Mine.

( text message → 'bastian ) Always and forever

( text message → petit copain ) I think this work on our scientific research should start really soon

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