#tellstarter

Don’t you just love when you come home and your step mom has made plans for everyone to go out-- without you? I mean nothing says ‘We love you!’ like a trip for three to Disneyworld that you aren’t invited to.

Sighing in a fit of frustration, Aramis set down her pencil and covered her face with her hand. Her calculations were scattered and she knew that they didn’t correspond with what the answer should be, but she continued to return to the same digits, no matter how often she tried to reconfigure the given equation to make it work. Hearing someone approach her from behind at the little café, the brunette removed her hand and rested it on her thigh. “I’m losing my focus with everything,” she chuckled in self pity, “Either this equation is wrong or I’m losing it.” She couldn’t help but to groan and stare at the numbers on the paper.

“I really do hope the renovations to the town put things back where they were... eighteen years of, um, muscle memory would really be a shame to go to waste.”

So this one time, I was in a bar in Budapest and I was getting absolutely shitfaced, right? So these two fucking hot sheilas walk up to me and start talking to me in Swedish or some shit and I had no idea what the fuck they were even on about, but then one of them fucking grabbed my dick. Of course we all ended up back at the backpackers joint, if ya know what I mean.

My parents just told me that renovations to our house will be done by the end of the week and I broke down in tears because I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to go back home.

Can you do one for the greysons?

Jab, back step, jab, right hook. Malachi repeated the cycle in his head, movement powerful and sharp as he threw is fists into the heavy bag. He’d been at this for almost three hours now, the sweat beaded on his forehead and bare arms. His knuckles ached under the wraps and the all the muscles of his upper body screamed. He kept going with another combination though, left right, left, right and one,two, three left hooks. They were fast, coiling and recoiling like a snake and threatening if they were put to use on a real body. He continued hitting faster, harder, the pain searing more. He stopped suddenly now, feeling the presence of someone with a gaze fixed on him. “It’s not common courtesy to stare. Did you want something?” He flung the words at them through heavy breaths as he paced slightly, walking it off. There was a little rudeness behind them-- a sign his infamous temper had resurfaced.

“I’m f-fine, seriously,” Noah sighed, bringing a slightly trembling hand up to his head and raking his fingers through his hair -- the locks already appeared tousled enough from anxiously tugging at them, but what did Noah really care about how he looked right now? The black eye, busted nose and split lip didn’t really do much for his aesthetic. “Stop l-looking at me like that, p-please...”