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prettytoxicrevolver · 3 years

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Drawing | Colson Baker

Requested? Yup! I hope you like it :) @bakerkells

Warnings? None

Summary: Ever since knowing Colson Baker, you’ve always had an affinity for drawing him

Word Count: 1,245

You sit relaxed, legs extended in front of you with your worn sketchpad propped on your legs. Music plays in the background, your Apple Music playlist displaying random songs. Your hand works mindlessly, sketching lightly over the already messy page and casting a glance up at the sunset you're trying to recreate.

"Baby!" you hear Colson call out as you continue to draw.

Your boyfriend comes bounding into the room, a wide smile spread across his lips. He heads over to you, collapsing into the seat next to you and tilting his head to see what you're drawing. You continue to sketch as Colson slides an arm around your waist and you lean into his touch.

"Whatcha drawing?" he asks, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"Sunset,” you murmur and he hums in response.

You had been drawing practically your entire life. You had started young, doodling along the sides of notebooks during class, drawing on the back of tests and all over binders. It became a habit to make everything personalized with a touch of your drawing.

Over time your skills improved and you continued to draw and eventually paint as you fell in love with the art. You drew and painted anything before you, loving putting your own spin on anything.

When you moved to Los Angeles, your inspiration only grew. You and your best friend had planned for years to move out of your small town to the city of angels ever since your obsession with movies started. You both wanted to see where it's all created and add to the magic. Your best friend wanted to be an actress while you wanted to display your art.

One day you had been sitting at Starbucks with your best friend, zoning slightly as she talked excitedly about her new project for what seemed like the millionth time. As you look out at the people around you, a boy catches your eye.

He's waiting in line, phone in right hand while his left arm wraps around himself. Your eyes trail over his features a sharp jawline accompanies sharp blue eyes, and a tiny double x tattoo decorates just below his ear.

You instinctively pull a napkin towards you, grabbing the pen you keep in your hair you begin to sketch the boy. Memorizing each detail your hand works faster than your eyes trail and before you know it, a rough sketch of the blonde decorates the Starbucks napkin.

“Who is that?” your best friend asks, her eyes trained on the napkin.

“Oh, uh-“ you begin but your best friend is already looking around the small shop.

She spots the boy still waiting in line, and a devious smile forms upon her lips. She grabs your pen from the table starting to write something on the napkin but hiding it from your eyes.

“I'll be back,” she says, shooting you a wink before grabbing the napkin and getting up.

You watch as she marches straight up to the boy and begins talking to him. You're horrified as she hands him the napkin, and gestures back to you. He glances back to you, a smile ghosting his lips as he looks at you before turning back to your best friend. They exchange a few words before she heads back over to you.

"What did you do?” you ask when she sits back down.

"Gave him your number," she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“You're fucking crazy."

“And you’re talented. Can we go?”

Shortly after you leave, a text pops up on your phone and you stop in your tracks. Your best friend gives you a curious look and you smile widely as you read the text.

“A little creepy, but flattering nonetheless thanks for the portrait,” it reads and you’re flushed from head to toe at this point.

“Does someone have a crush already?” your best friend jokes.

“Shut it.”

That was how you met your boyfriend Colson Baker. You had always had an affinity for sketching strangers, you loved catching their natural gaze and stature. It was authentic and beautiful and something you liked to keep for your sketchbook.

However, you had never given any of your sketches to the people you drew. You were beyond grateful for your best friend stepping in that day. Ever since, you and Colson were inseparable and later fell for each other.

Two years later, you hadn't stopped drawing Colson. Falling head over heels for the man of your dreams only made you more enchanted by him. You swore you found a new detail to love and engrave in your sketches every time you looked at the love of your life.

From studio sketches, to dinners out, to random late nights together, you had what felt like hundreds of sketches of Col in your notebook. It became second nature to you, and you were surprised that Colson didn’t know that you always ended up sketching him.

Colson leans his head on your shoulder as you continue to sketch. His hand rests on your thigh, tracing patterns against the exposed skin. You're distracted as he moves his hand farther up and you stop drawing altogether.

"Colson,” you whine and the older boy smiles mischievously.

He pulls your sketchbook from your hands and tosses it onto the coffee table forgotten for the moment. His hand slides up to your cheek and he pulls you in with ease as your lips meet his. You turn to meet him and his arm circles your waist pulling you into him.

You end up in his lap, legs swung over his as you sink into his touch. You're flush against each other as his hand travels from your cheek to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. As you let go for air, you're smiling at Col and he leans his forehead on yours.

“What’s that?” Colson asks and you sit up straighter giving him a confused look.

His eyes trail to your sketchbook that ended up on a page that you sketched Colson on. It was your favorite sketch of your boyfriend you had ever drawn. He was hunched over the soundboard scribbling notes and lyrics most likely for the new album.

Colson picks up the drawing with care, and you watch as his eyes trail over it. A smile breaks wide over his lips and you grow nervous as he continues to scan the sketch.

“You drew this?” he asks in a quiet voice.

“Uhm yeah, when you were writing bloody valentine I think.”

“Baby you make me look good,” he says and you laugh lightly.

“Darling, that's what you always look like to me. No one else catches my eye like you do.”

Colson looks up at you with the most endearing look in his eye that almost makes you cry. You recognize the look in his eye, it's the same one you have when drawing him. It radiates love and the most adoring energy.

“Have you been drawing me ever since we met?” he asks, now flipping through the rest of your sketchbook, a gleam in his eye.

“Pretty much yeah,” you admit and Colson smiles again.

“Well I’ve been writing songs about you since we met so I guess we’re even,” he says and you giggle quietly.

He pulls you in again, dropping your sketchbook once more to wrap his arms completely around you and soak up the love from the two of you.

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #kells #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk imagine #kells imagine #imagine #bravebesson

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parkerstylesperalta · 5 years

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making art is therapy bitches

I got inspired by my own sadness tonight and wrote a little something with Tom.

Warning: lots of angst. mostly angst. a slight hint of floof. also, 1.5k of shitty writing.

my first fic type thingy ever! woohoo!

A year and a half. Time heals all wounds, they said. But the cut still felt sore in your chest every time Tom’s name popped up on your screen. How’s school? It was innocent enough, and with him being in a relationship there was nothing you could do about your aching heart.

Tom and you had broken up on not so good circumstances nearly a year and a half ago. It was a bad break, and both you, him, and your friends felt the shockwaves of the aftermath. After years of friendship and a long-lasting relationship, the end shook up your life. You didn’t talk for a long time, then fought, and then were friends, more fighting, then strangers again for a while. The back and forth of your feelings towards him gave you whiplash.

So Valentine’s Day obviously was a rough one, when you woke up to a text from him. Nothing mentioning the holiday, just a text talking about your major in college, and what you’d been up to. But on social media, his girlfriend was posting about him and the comment on her photo that he left broke you just a little further. Why, if he had moved on to someone else, was he choosing to continue to talk to you? You wanted to ask him- to call him out and just know why he felt the need to continue with you when so much in your lives has changed. It didn’t feel fair. It wasn’t.

You talked for almost three weeks, and constantly. What’s the winter storm at home putting you through? Any new auditions coming up? Simple. Nothing new. But it hurt- it felt normal. Consistent responses, and every day. Things progressed to talking about your career, your hopes and dreams. What made you want to pursue this field? I need advice about something. It felt like the good old days when you were together, and life was different.

A drunken night out led you to confess to your friends your constant back and forth with Tom, and your best friend nearly lost it at the news. You pulled up the texts and showed her. If she knew, she might as well know it all.

“y/n, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” you confessed.

“He fucked you over, babe,” your friend hiccupped. “You’re just going to be sad.”

“I think I still love him, I mean how can I not? He’s texting me about nothing but at the same time I feel like its everything because its how we talked when we were together,” you drunkenly rambled.

“You’re always gonna love him, he was your first.”

“I know. Its stupid. She’s there now and he obviously doesn’t need me or love me anymore soooo,” the words slurred together.

Your best friend laughed. “It’s not stupid. And bitch… why would he be texting you all the time... and on Valentine’s day... if he didn’t care anymore?”

Two weeks earlier…

Tom sat on the couch, phone in hand, Harrison on the other side of the couch and Harry laying on the ground in front of the TV. Fifa blared as loud as possible and Harry cursed out Harrison for screwing him over in the game at the end of the round.

“Alright Tom, your turn,” said Harrison, handing him the controller.

“Nah mate you play another. I’m good for now,” he said, not looking up from his phone.

Harry flipped around to look at him. “You’ve barely played tonight. Stop texting Annie for five minutes and play, Tom.”

Tom sighed. “You should be glad I’m not playing. Because if I was, you would not be winning right now. And i’m not texting Annie, for the record.”

“Then who the hell are you talking to? You haven’t stopped staring at your phone for a damn week,” Harrison called out.

“Nobody,” Tom flushed angrily.

“Oh shit,” Harry chuckled and looked over at Harrison with a smug grin.

“What?”

“Its y/n, isn’t it?” Harry teased. Harrison’s eyes lit up with recognition.

“Why would I be-“ argued Tom.

Harrison leapt across the couch and snagged Tom’s phone out of his hand.

“Aye! Fuck off!” Tom protested, reaching for the phone while Harrison blocked him from grabbing it.

“No way. It is y/n! Since when are you two talking again? Does Annie know? Shit- you aren’t doing anything stupid right?” Harrison quizzed.

Tom groaned. “No. I am not being stupid, okay?”

“So what does this mean?” Harry smiled.

“Nothing!” Tom sighed. “Nothing. I just… I don’t know. Annie has just been really frustrating lately and… y/n is always here for me. Even after I fucked with her head.”

The boys groaned in unison.

“Mate, you can’t just go back to her when your new girlfriend isn’t doing it for you. That’s fucked up,” Harrison lamented.

“I know. I’m not going back to her, okay? It just feels good to talk to her like we used to. It’s never really been that way with Annie.”

“So you still love her?” asked Harry.

“Of course I do,” Tom confessed.

And back to the night on the town…

You felt your phone vibrate slightly on the counter, and you looked down to see a call had just ended. Quickly you grabbed it and went to the call log.

“Shit. No no no no shit!” You panicked.

“What?” you best friend asked.

The call log showed your last activity-

One call with Tom. Two minutes and fourteen seconds.

You froze. “I… butt dialed him. I just fucking- HE HEARD ALL OF THAT CONVERSATION, Y/F/N!”

“Oh no.” your best friend processed what had happened.

“Oh no?! This is a BIT MORE than oh no. This is, I’m dead. I’m absolutely dead and should go lay on the street for the buses I’m dead. Oh my god.” You began to pace the bar.

“y/n it’s okay! He probably could tell you were drunk and is just gonna ignore it. Or maybe he didn’t really hear everything!” she reasoned with you.

You felt sick to your stomach. “I need to go home.”

The uber back to your apartment was quiet and uncomfortable, and the driver blasting 80’s rock at its fullest volume did not help your situation no matter how catchy Africa was.

When you arrived at your apartment building, you had almost sobered up minus some lingering fuzziness inside your head. You walked up the two flights of stairs, and as you were turning the corner to your room you rifled through your bag for your key. They clinked as you pulled them out and went for the keyhole.

“Hey.” A voice behind you made you squeal in fear.

“Fuck!” you flipped around quickly, only to be met by messy brown curls and eyes you hadn’t seen in a while.

You paused. “What.. what are you doing here?”

“Hi to you too, y/n,” Tom smiled shyly. “I uhm… I got your call.”

Your heart sank to your stomach. “…course you did. Listen, Tom, I was drunk and emotional and I am so sorry that you had to hear-“

“I want to talk.” He stepped closer to you and cut you off.

“Why? So I can be even more embarrassed than I am already?” you huffed.

“Annie and I broke up. A week and a half ago.” Tom spilled.

“And..?”

“Y/n I know that I fucked up. Bad. But I can’t stop myself from wanting to talk to you and be around you like we used to. And I know that I in no way deserve that from you. I just want that drunk voice in your head that I just heard to be the real y/n that I know. I miss you- and I don’t expect anything from you but I just needed you to know that. It wasn’t her.” He rambled.

“What wasn’t her?” your voice cracked and betrayed you.

“She wasn’t… I didn’t start dating her because it was her. I started dating her because I didn’t have you and I needed someone. But it’s always been you that I want.”

You stayed silent.

“I know that’s fucked up.”

“It is.” You agreed.

He ran his hands through his hair. “I should’ve… fuck I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry.” Tom turned to leave.

You grabbed his wrist to stop him and he turned around with wet eyes.

You took a deep breath.

“I’m not saying that any of this is okay, or that I forgive you, or anything.” He bowed his head further. “But- I miss you. I’m stupid and I miss you.”

“So what does that mean?” he questioned.

“I think… I think you need time. You need a while to figure you out, and maybe after that, I’ll be here,” you said.

“Time,” he smiled.

“I mean we’ve had plenty… what’s a little more?” you chucked a bit.

“Thank you, y/n,” he said sincerely.

“Boy, you have nothing to thank me for yet.”

He smiled and grabbed your hand. “Thanks for butt dialing me,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and slipped your hand out of his. “I’ll text you in the morning.”

“Okay. Night, y/n,” he agreed with a nod.

“Night, Tom,” you said, turning the key and walking inside.

A month passed, and after that time the texting became a coffee date. And the coffee date turned into dinner, and dinner turned into five. Time heals all wounds, they say. And even after a deep cut, you finally agreed with that.

tagging my queen @wazzupmrstark bc she’s my boo hi

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland #tom holland angst #tom x reader #rip #this is sadly based off of my life lmao #bye #this is stupid #but writing is the best therapy bitch

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roommateofmyimagination-blog · 7 years

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Chapter 1: Moving in

✗ Adrian ✗

“You sure you don't need help moving in?” Mom asked as i was moving boxes into my car.

“Uh?” I looked back at her, “Oh. Nah. It’ll be fine.” I set the box down and counted all of my things. “Am i forgetting anything?” I scratched my head.

“Your guitar?” Mom looked into my trunk as well.

“Fuck!!” I ran back inside and up the stairs to my room and grabbed my guitar case and my guitar. Gently putting it in the case, i looked around my now slightly empty room. “Forgetting anything else?” I stood up, spinning in a slow circle. “Oh shit yeah.” i slapped my forehead. “Demyan? Where are you?” I walked to my bed, shifting around the blankets. Flipping the blankets over, i found Demyan lying in the center of the bed. “Cmon, get up. We’re leaving.”

Demyan made little grumbling noises. “No. It is too bright outside.” he tried to waddle away.

“Nuh-uh.” I picked him up gently. “You are comin with me. No questions.”I stroked his little head with my finger. “Can you sleep in my pant pocket?”

“How long is the drive?” He yawned a bit.

“Not long, but i do have to unpack. If my roommate isn’t there, ill let you out. We got a deal?” i asked him.

He took a moment to respond, “We do.” he latched onto my shirt and crawled down into my front pocket. “You are lucky this is a deep pocket.” he said from inside.

“Do you want in the guitar case?” I chuckled.

He poked his little head out, looking down at the case. “Would you leave it open for me?”

“Probably not.” I bent back down near the case closing it up.

“Then i shall stay here for now. I may crawl out into the car.” He wiggled himself back into my pocket.

“Just let me know if you do.” i heaved my case over my shoulder and made my way back down the stairs. Seeing Dad hanging out at the bottom of the stair case. “Hey.” I said before he saw me.

“Hello.” He turned to face me. “Will you be coming back to visit?” he asked, leaning on the railing.

“Possibly, if i have time.” I stood on the last step before the floor. “Why? Aren’t you glad im leaving the house?”

“A little.” He looked towards the front door. “It won’t be the same without you here sometimes. You are our last child. We do wish to see you as often as we can.”

“I’ll see if i can.” I rubbed my head.

“You should visit to play for your mother. “ dad extended his hand.

“Ill try.” i grabbed his hand, and we shared a firm handshake. Dad smiled a bit and slapped my shoulder with his other hand. He walked with me when i went outside to find mom reorganizing my boxes. “Ma, leave my shit alone.” I walked up to her, taking the box from her hands and putting it back in the trunk.

“I was just making life easier for you.” she put her hands on her hips and made a stern face.

“Uhuh, Sure.” i smirked at her, moving a stray lock of hair out of her face and behind her ear with the rest of her dark brown hair that had bits of graying showing.. “Thanks mom.”

“Your welcome.” She smiled. “Call if you need help.”

“I will. I think i have some buddies who go to school there.” I walked to the passenger side of the car and put my guitar there.

“Your druggy friends?” Dad said from the door way.

Mom gave him a stern look. Dad shrugged in response. “Don’t you have a friend there who is a senior this year?” She asked.

“Ya, why?” I asked. Closing the door.

“The fraternity friend you mention?” She crossed her arms.

“Eric. Yeah. What about it?” I put my hand on my hip, shfting my weight to my left leg.

“I like the idea of you joining a fraternity, but not his.” she looked sad.

“Frats arent my thing. But Frat parties are a different stroy.” I leaned onto the car.

“Dont pass all of your classes this semester, we’re not paying for school.” Dad sounded mad.

“Im gonna pass. Im just gonna party too.”I smirked. “I’m a high functioning druggy.”

“Be safe. Have fun.” mom put her hand on my shoulder, “But get your Bachelor as well.”

“I will.” I grabbed her hand. “Im going to be the photographer who takes photos for your advertisements.” mom chuckled softly. “Now, i gotta go. Ill see you around.” I pulled mom closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and lifting a peace sign to my dad who hesitantly did the same back. I got in the car, put it in reverse and was out of the driveway and headed to campus for my first year living on campus. My first year I was living at home, but i finally convinced dad to let me leave on campus for the first time and get a college experience.

“Are we there yet?” Demyan said sleepily as he sat in a cupholder.

“I just got on campus let me find my dorm building and park.” I poked him on the head and looked for my building. After finding it, I park the car backwards, Trunk facing the sidewalk. Turning the car off i hop out of the car. “You staying in the cupholder, or back in the pocket?” I went to the other side and pulled out my guitar, backpack that hard art supplies in it, and all my camera bags.

“I can be out in the daylight, you know that, correct?” Demyan said as he crawled into the passenger seat. “I just choose not too.” “I do know that, but pets aren’t allowed here. So in the pocket or in my camera bag.” I pointed at the bag that was hanging from my hip.

“I shall get in your bag. Your pocket is not the most comfortable.” he waddled up to the bag and hopped in when i opened it enough to let him in.

By the time i made it up to the third floor. I hunched over at the top of the stair case. “Fuck. This. SHIT!” i huffed as i placed my hands on my knees. “Art students and stairs are not FUCKIN FUN!” I slung all my bags back onto my shoulders and stood up straight. “This is all going to be worth it. When i fucking finish and unpack every-fuckin-thing.” I stomped my way down the hallway, and found my room. Knocking on the door, I waited a moment, then tested the door knob. It was unlocked, so i went in. No one was in the room at the moment but looked like my roommate was already moved in and unpacked. “Ah, guess he aint here….Hm, hope hes cute.” I set all my stuff down and let demyan out. “Stay out of sight okay?”

“Will do.” Demyan waddled and bounced over to the dresser on the empty side of the room and crawled into it. “I will be here.”

“Alright.” I pulled out my phone and looked at the temperature. “A bit too hot for doing this with clothing on….” I put my hands on my hip. “Fuck it im going shirtless.” I took my top shirt off then took my tshirt off.

“Do not let anyone see that chain…” Demyan mumbled from his space.

“I was just working on that.” I huffed, shimmying the chain down and pulling my pants on over it. “Ill be back.” I turned and walked out of the room and back down the stairs and too the car. This took me several runs to do by myself. But i eventually got everything into the room. With my last run, i walked into the dorm room carrying several boxes.

“Oh hi!” a voice chirped up.

“Ah.” I stopped and put the boxes down. “Sorry, didn’t see ya.” I wiped my hands together, then onto my pants. Turning around i faced my dormmate. “Sup.” I held my fist out for a fist bump.

“U-uuuhm.” He said when he saw me. His face was turning red as his hand was just held out into the air for a handshake. “Uhm! Yeah, Hi. its okay!” He looked up to meet my eyes and turned his hand into a fist and bumped his knuckles with me. “I’m Valentine. Valentine Hicks.”

“Adrian Howell.” I replied back, eyeing him up and down.

“What?” he said, turning his head to the side.

“Have we met before? You look somewhat familiar?” I ran my hands through my hair and tied it all up in a messy top bun.

“Hmmm, Did you go to school here your first year?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Art major?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you must have saw me in the building.” He smiled.

“Foundations.” Is all i said.

“Huh?” He tilted his head again.

“Foundations room, you’re the talkative kid who was there that day.” I pointed at his hair. “I remember that hair with that attitude.”

“Oh!” he clapped his hands together, “you did that sunset painting! It was so pretty!”

I turned away from him and started unpacking my stuff. “So whats your major?” i cut open all my boxes and dumped my clothes on the bed and floor.

“Fashion designer.” He said proudly, when i looked over at him he stood very proudly too. “Whats yours?” he asked, walking up to me. “Need help?”

“Major in Photography with a minor in film. Might change a bit.” I started seperating my pants from my shirts, from my socks, and from my boxers. “And nah. I got this.”

“What would change?” He asked, sitting on my bed and helping fold my clothes neatly. “You have too much stuff thats ripped, stained in paint and in black.” he pouted a bit.

“Its my style.” I eyed him up and down again. “I might double major or double minor. Thinking of adding music to it all if i can.”

“You write music or play an instrument?” he looked very interested.

“You ask a lot of fuckin questions, cupcake.” I sighed lightly, folding a pair of pants. “I play guitar and piano, and i dont write. But i do sing.”

“Maybe i can write something for you?” He smiled, blushing lightly. “I know how to write music, and i write literature as well.” his shoulders tensed up and he looked down then back up.

“Yo, that’d be pretty sick.” I grabbed all the now folded shirts and opened the dresser already placed in the room. I opened the drawer that demyan was sleeping in and put the shirts around him so he could sleep on something soft, the closed it but left it cracked a bit.

“Uhm, what?” Valentine tilted his head with a blank stare.

“I’d sing somethin you wrote.” I paused, then smirked. “If its good ya know.”

Valentine seemed to glow with a bright ray as he bounced up onto his feet. “Deal!”

“D-Deal?” I stuttered, stepping back from his sudden springe. “I’ll write you a song! Challenge accepted!” his bright smile turned wicked fast, “But, lets make a bet?”

“Oh?” I stepped up to him, crossing my arms and leaning my head down closer to him. “Whats this deal involve?” i cocked my head to the side, eyeing him up again. Something about this kid smelled nice too. He smelled like something sweet, maybe its his cologne or his shampoo and soap. Either way, he smelled delicious.

“If i win, I get to dress you as a model!” He started to blush then stood up straight to meet my stare.

“So imma be yer play thing?” I asked. Something about this kid was off. I could almost smell it.

“I didn’t say that, but maybe.” He sounded cocky yet shy.

“Aight, cupcake.” I stood up straight. “You win, ill let ya dress me and i’ll perform the song for ya in front of an audience.”

“What?” he sounded shocked.

“Ya heard me. Ill perform in an outfit you give me.” stepping closer to him, making him walk backwards until his back hit the wall. “If i win, you do whatever i say ok?”

Valentine looked at the wall then back up at me. “What does you winning intell?” he cocked his head.

“Means the song you wrote aint for me. I can’t sing it.” I put my palm against the wall beside his head. “And if i cant sing it, i don’t like it. Means a lose cupcake. Then you'll do what i ask ya too.” Valentine looked at my hand then back to me. “Deal?” I smirked wickedly.

Valentine took a moment before he responded. “Deal.” He stuck his hand out.

“Aight.” I took his hand in mine with a tight grip. “Good luck, Rubylocks.” letting his hand go, i backed up and went back to putting my shit away

“Rubylocks?” Valentine repeated me. “You can call me, Val.” he crossed his arms and cocked his hips to the side. “Whats with cupcake too?”

“Your hair.” I pointed at his head. “Your hair reminds me of a red velvet cupcake. So cupcake for short.” Val looked startled and embarrassed by that. “Is it dyed?”

“My hair? No its natural.” He puffed his cheeks.

“Ah cool.” I paused for a second, “I like it, its a nice color on ya.” I put up all my clothes then went about finding a place to put all of my photography equipment.

“What do i call you?” Valentine asked, hanging out on his side of the room.

“Whatever ya want.” i stood up and grabbed spare boxes and moved them to the corner.

“Ill call you Adri then.” he sounded chipper.

I looked over my shoulder at him and stared for a moment. Laughing through my nose i went back to my business. “Whatever suits ya, man.”

Most of the rest of the day, as Val helped me unpack even if i told him not too, we talked about our interests and what classes we had. We figured out that we had quite a few classes together. Wasn’t that shocking we’re both in the same kind of department. Val was wearing my ass out, in what felt like a good way, kid was really talkative and friendly. He was kinda humorous to be around. I got up from the desk in the room and leaned against the dresser, letting demyan crawl into my pocket as i shifted through my clothes to find my cigarettes.

“Imma head out for a bit.” I stuffed the small box into the back pocket of my pants.

“Its late, and we have a curfew.” Val looked at the clock. “Where are you going?”

“I like bein out at night. Plus i need to smoke, and i cant do that here. Id get my ass in deep shit if they caught me.” I walked to the door and opened it, “We’ll hang tomorrow. Shop for the room if ya want.”

“Oh, ok sounds like a plan.” Val sounded happy about that.

“Ill be back eventually.” I waved him off and walked out into the hallway and took the stairs down and out into the night environment. I walked around a corner and into an alleyway between the dorm buildings and leaned against the wall, pulling my cigarettes and lighter, looking around for any on lookers. “You can come out.”

Demyan shuffled around in my pocket and crawled out and down my pant’s leg onto the ground where he turned into his human form, this time with clothes on. He stretched his arms behind his head, baring his slightly exposed back to me. Demyan turned to face me where i could get a good look at him. He wore a short yet loose black jacket over what looked light a form fitting longsleeved crop top that barely covered his chest with a gold choker with deep red gems around his neck, going down to have a gold sash holding up his poofy black pants that cinched at his calves with tights around his legs that left him bare footed.

“That was indeed a much needed stretch.” he said as he stood with his hands on his hips. “You have an interesting roommate.”

“He talks a lot.” I put the cigarette in my mouth and lit it. “Think you can stay outta sight?” “I believe that i can.” he brought his hand up to play at the choker around his neck. “Did you notice anything new about yourself?” he had an evil smirk on his lips.

“What?” i asked, speaking while holding the cigarette between my lips.

“You know what I am referring to.” he stepped closer to me, his body covered in shadows while his amber eyes stood out in the darkness. “Your sense of smell. It is stronger now,” He cocked his head. “Your smell is more sensitive now, thus meaning you can smell better.”

I pulled the cigarette from my lips and blew out the smoke away from Demyan. “Is that why i can smell this smoke so much more?”

“Yes, that and Valentine. You could smell it too, could you not? How sweet he smelled, and how warm?” he exposed his sharp fangs. “You can sense heat now as well from warm-blooded creatures.” his lips curled to that smirk of his, “you can see better now yes? Even hear better now?”

“I haven’t noticed that yet.” I put the cigarette back in my mouth and took a long drag.

“You will, hopefully. It is apart of your new powers.” he sounded proud. “It is just a common side effect you will have, now that you are in contract with me.”

“Am i gonna turn into a vampire?” I asked blowing out the smoke in front of him.

With a simple wave of his hand, “Not exactly. You have vampire bat like qualities now, and when i show you how to use your powers. You could argue that it is vampire like.”

“When are ya gonna teach me?” I raised my brow at him, “Do i have to spin and twirl and some shit?”

“Possibly, that depends.” he chuckled wickedly. “You will learn soon, my pup. I will be getting in touch with a friend of mine. He and his human will help teach you.”

“You have friends?” I laughed.

“I do. I have friends in dark places, Adrian.” He stepped closer to me, and held my chin up, “Some i advise you to respect, become friendly with, some even to be scared of….and when you meet those types, you will know when, I advise you…” he paused, “Listen carefully to me, when you do meet them….Run.”

“Why should i fuckin run?” I snarled at him.

“Oh my pup.” he cooed softly yet dark. “Your fangs, they are too small. You can not face them like you are.” he cupped my face with his hands, that felt so cold yet so comforting and strong. “They have strong bonds, but, if you stay with me and you listen to me, do as I say.” he smiled what could have looked soft if it were not for his piercing, spine chilling eyes staring at me, “we will be strong. Maybe unbreakable someday. But you must bond with me, do not fight me, pup.”

Pulling out of his hold, “Whatever.” I finished my cigarette and dropped it, putting it out with my foot. “So is your friend a vampire bat too?”

“Ah there are some like me, they are family members.” he backed up, “But not all of us are the same. My friend, he is a wolf. His human has powers that of a werewolf.”

“Are you all some kind of fairy-tale fuckin creatures?” I slumped my shoulders, looking at Demyan dumbfounded.

“No, we...My kind, is not your so called fairy-tales.” He paused and chuckled, “We are the creatures you humans think you made up. But we take form as an animal that closely resembles it.” he jutted his finger towards me, “Now you humans. You are the mythical creature you think are false. You Adrian, my pup, are a vampire.” He smiled innocently and put his hand on his chest. “I am but an innocent vampire Bat.” He put so much emphasis on the word bat.

“And these so called, ‘heros’, are the mythical as well?” I rolled my eyes at him.

“They are more so just like their partner.” he crossed his arms. “So say a human meets a cat. They would get the abilities of a cat and look somewhat like one. Ears and a tail, all those likes.”

“So why the fuck do i not have wings?” I raised my brow to Demyan.

“My pup, Do i look like i have wings attached to my back?” Demyan had a tone of voice that sounded like he had a bad taste in his mouth from my question.

“You turn into a bat.” I said mockingly, “you turn into a human whos naked the first time and now clothed.” i started waving my hand around flamboyantly “the fuck i know, you could sprout bat wings on your butt for all i fuckin know.”

“That seems unpractical, but believe what you will.” he shrugged. “You should get back to your room. It is late, and as much as you are a creature of the night. You need sleep.”

Clicking my tongue, I walked past him out of the alleyway, “And you?”

“I am going to get my dinner and meet some of my friends.” He flashed his teeth at me.

“....Don’t go killin no one okay?” i looked at him concerned. Would Demyan actually kill a human because he wanted dinner? “I do not feed often in my human form.” he turned his back to me, “Leave the window by your bed cracked open, I shall return.”

“You promise?” I asked, turning away from him.

“We are connected now, I will not be gone for long.” he started to walk away. “I will give you a full understanding of who i am and all at another time. Good night Adrian.”

“Yeah yeah.” I waved him off and made my way back to my dorm. I quietly opened the door to not wake Val up, if he was asleep. I popped my head in.

“Well, you're late!” Val was sitting cross legged on his bed, wearing a loose shirt and shorts. “Does it take you awhile to smoke?”

“I was walkin too.” I came in and shut the door, “Can a guy not go on a walk?” I walked over to my bed and sat down taking my shoes off.

“Are you not going to shower?” he asked. Taking his hair down from his bun and shaking his head lightly.

I watched his hair cascade down onto his shoulders and past. His hair really did look nice on his pale skin with his blue eyes.

“Ill shower in the mornin.” I stood up and pulled my shirt off and started to pull my pants down, but heaved them right back up as i felt the metal chain along my hips.

“Why are you stripping!?” Val shouted, then covered his mouth.

“Shhhhhh!!” I hissed through my teeth. “I aint strippin. I dont like sleepin with a shirt on and my pants were bunched up and fuckin my junk.”

“Ah, oh. Sorry.” He blushed, then quickly crawled under his covers. “Good night, Adrian!”

“Night, cupcake.” I crawled onto the bed, leaning over to crack the window open then plugging my earbuds into my phone and put them in my ears, while getting under the covers. I turned onto my side facing the wall so my back was to valentine. Tomorrow was probably going to be a long day. Demyan will hopefully tell me more about what i sold my life into and actually teach me something. I hope the...person...he’s going to get to teach me isnt an asshole like Demyan is.

#roommateofmyimagination #Adrian Howell #OC #OC story

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"QUESTIONS TIME"-ALL 100 QUESTIONS (plz)

OMG WHO ARE YOU (but thank you so much)Questions time1: is there a boy/girl in your life? Nah 2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? Yes3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” OOH A CAT THAT I SHOULDNT PET4: what’s something you really want right now? peach mellow yellow5: are you afraid of falling in love? LOL yes6: do you like the beach? LOL no7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? yes8: what’s the background on your cell? Home screen is Cinderella's castle, lock screen in me, Mykela, and Martin!9: name the last four beds you were sat on? UHM mine, Mykela's, Martin's, and UH?10: do you like your phone? Yeh11: honestly, are things going the way you planned? lol not at all12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? Dane13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler? Rottweiler 14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional lol 15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? (An aquarium) zoo!16: are you tired? YES LOL17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact? Like 13 years18: are they a relative? No19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? lol what exes20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? Lol what kiss 21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? lol what person22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again? lol what last person23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? None 24: is there a certain quote you live by? "Growing older is mandatory. Growing up is optional"25: what’s on your mind? Midsummer Night's. School. Work. London. Life.26: do you have any tattoos? Nah27: what is your favorite color? UHM blue 28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Never29: who are you texting? Nobody lol30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Nah31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? All the time32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yeh33: do you think anyone has feelings for you? Nah 34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Some old lady at Kmart lol35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? Nobody 36: were you single on valentines day? Always37: are you friends with the last person you kissed? Who?38: what do your friends call you? Jess/Jessica39: has anyone upset you in the last week? LOL YEAH40: have you ever cried over a text? lol yeah 41: where’s your last bruise located? UH my thigh 42: what is it from? Working in the theater lol43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? Tuesday at work lol44: who was the last person you were on the phone with? My mom 45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes? My black low top converse!46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? No lol47: would you ever go bald if it was the style? NO LOL48: do you make supper for your family? no lol49: does your bedroom have a door? Yes!50: top 3 web-pages? Tumblr, YouTube, google docs51: do you know anyone who hates shopping? LOL ME52: does anything on your body hurt? my head omg53: are goodbyes hard for you? Yeah kinda54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? Water55: how is your hair? Messy and shortened56: what do you usually do first in the morning? Go pee57: do you think two people can last forever? Maybe!58: think back to january 2007, were you single? Yes lol 59: green or purple grapes? Green60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug? Maybe at the first Midsummer Night's rehearsal next Wednesday 61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now? Eh62: when will be the next time you text someone? In like an hour63: where will you be 5 hours from now? In bed, probably not sleeping 64: what were you doing at 8 this morning. LOL sleeping65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked? Nobody really66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? Yeah67: did you kiss or hug anyone today? Yeah I hugged somebody!68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night? "Holy shit is someone trying to break into my room?"69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? LOL YEAH70: how many windows are open on your computer? Three71: how many fingers do you have? Ten 72: what is your ringtone? 'Opening'- the default Apple ringtone 73: how old will you be in 5 months? 19!74: where is your mum right now? In the living room75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? Because they never noticed me I guess idk76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? Nah 77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? Somewhat!78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? LOL yeah...it was always between Cody Allwardt and John Seaman79: is there anyone you know with the name mike? Nope80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? Nah81: how many people have you liked in the past three months? One82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? Nah83: will you talk to the person you like tonight? Nah84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? Idek honestly85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care? YEAH yeah probably 86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? We were late for the movie slightly bc I wanted pretzels 87: who was your last received call from? My mom probably 88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Fuck...ah...maybe89: what is something you wish you had more of? MONEY. Or hoodies 90: have you ever trusted someone too much? Maybe91: do you sleep with your window open? NO OMFG92: do you get along with girls? yeah!93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? Nah94: does sex mean love? Nah 95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? LOL then I'm locked in a room with nobody so I mean96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? Nah 97: did you sleep alone this week? Yeah98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? UH idk99: do you believe in love at first sight? Kinda100: who was the last person that you pinky promise? lol probably Conner Finehout tbh

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