#Shady Corner Cafe

[xopedri]

shady lane!

loosely inspired by the song shady lane by pavement.

warnings: spanish throughout & uses of y/n

a/n: merry christmas/christmas eve!!

“cuba, you should go on a date sometime, let loose a little. solo tienes diecisiete.” pau’s friend suggested, another adding on, “el tiene razón, y’know.”

“yeah yeah, whatever.” pau paused as he glanced at them, then back at the fifa match they were in the middle of playing.

“i don’t think i’m ready yet; with all the media attention and stress… it’s gonna be hard to add a girl to that.”

his friends all collectively nodded at the boy’s statement. he did have a point, to be fair.

“i could set you up with this girl i know, just for fun.” his friend replied, interrupting the silence in the room.

“make it a blind date!” another suggested, looking at pau with an expecting grin.

the brunette sighed as he relented. “give me 20 bucks and i’ll do it. no promises we’ll end up dating or something though.”

they all burst out laughing as his opponent in the fifa match scored a goal while he was distracted.

“que tramposo eres, cabron!” pau jokingly exclaimed as he playfully hit his friend.

———————

pau arrived at the cafe he was told to go to, not knowing exactly who to look for besides a name.

after a few moments, you glanced around and saw a boy who looked just as clueless as you— so you went up to him.

“are you… pau?” you spoke, forgetting his name for a moment.

“yeah, that’s me.” the brunette replied as he looked over your features. you were pretty. very pretty.

“well, hi.” you muttered with a chuckle after a second of awkward silence.

“hi.” pau said, returning your smile with a big grin that he was pretty known for.

“sorry, i didn’t really expect to be set up with a famous footballer.” you joked as you looked up at him, the boy laughing at your words in response.

“well… what’re you in the mood for?” the boy spoke after a few seconds, looking at the numerous variations of coffee, matcha, and tea that cafe had.

you thought for a moment as you ordered your drink as well as a pastry that looked too tasty to not order, pau following and ordering his things too.

after receiving your food, you both sat down at a table in a corner of the cafe far from the large windows.

“sorry, i didn’t want to get noticed by a bunch a fans and mess this up.” pau apologized as he looked at you.

“don’t apologize, i get it.” you assured him as you looked at his eyes. they were a striking blue color that just made him— beautiful.

the boy gave you a small smile in response as the date went on, you two chatting away as you both forgot about your food and drinks.

after an hour or so, you and pau decided to finish the date here.

“it was nice talking to you, y/n.” pau muttered with a soft smile as he looked at you.

“it was nice talking to you too.” you said as you and the boy you had just met today walked out of the café.

you were both outside, about to say your goodbyes for now, until you spoke.

“pau?”

“hm?” he replied with a slight eyebrows raise you noticed he did every time you said his name.

“can we do this again— soon?” you suggested, deciding to make a move since you liked this boy. he was almost… comforting, in a way.

pau looked at you for a moment, processing the fact that you just asked for a second date.

the brunette smiled as he answered, “yeah, can i get your number? so we can plan something?”

“yeah, of course.” you responded as you typed your number into his phone, the cold making your hands shaky.

“i’ll text you.” pau told you as he saved your contact in his phone.

“yeah, that’s fine.” you said, flashing him a smile.

“see you soon, y/n.”

“bye now!” you exclaimed as you waved him goodbye, him walking down the sidewalk.

the cold winter breeze made you take a sip of the to-go cup of hot chocolate you left with as you realized you were kind of already starting to miss this boy.

suddenly you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. reaching for it, you felt the cold glass screen of the phone from lack of using it this past hour.

you unlocked your phone to be met with a unsaved number.

“its pau” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ “i had fun today, does next friday work for you?”

tysm for reading! all likes, reposts, and comments are welcome and very appreciated!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

After some correspondence, you agree to an interview. It feels a bit shady but the potential employer agrees to meet in public. Conveniently, you're given the choice and there's no argument to the cafe by the bookstore with its delicious seasonal treats.

You resist the draw of the bookstore as you approach, gripping tight the folder with your printout of the sample you submitted. You enter and think of ordering but figure it might be better to focus on the task at hand. You check your phone as you felt a message buzz only a minute prior.

'In the corner, blue plaid jacket.'

Their message is straight and to the point. You can appreciate that. You lower your phone and look around, blue, blue, blue.

You see a head of silver hair above the plaid collar and near them. You hug the folder, your purse dangling from your elbow as you come to the table. You summon a greeting but it dies on your tongue before you can let it out. Oh no. Your shoulders slump as the man's blue eyes find you, they're a shade brighter than his coat.

"Oh," you let out the single syllable.

"Oh," he grunts and stands. You try not to cower as he does. "You're..."

The timbre of his voice turns your blood cold as he says your name. You cringe and nod. You sway and look through the window.

"I-if you w-want to cancel--"

"Sit," he ignores the suggestion, gesturing to the other chair as he waits.

You obey, too stunned to come up with any resistance. You sit with your back to the window, feeling the cold seeping from the glass. He lowers himself and stares at you. He's equally as speechless as his face creases. Disappointed, just like everyone else.

You push yourself straight. You told Lisa you're going to try. Even if you and this guy got off to a bad start, you've worked with many people you didn't get along with.

"James," you begin, "I-I th-think maybe we g-got to a b-bad start."

"Bucky," he corrects you and looks down at the brown leather folder in front of him, "let's just go over the script."

"U-um, okay, I--"

"Are you alright?" His eyes flick up, "you cold?"

"N-no?" You're taken aback by his concern.

"Nervous?"

You frown. Oh, he's asking about your stammer.

"J-just how I t-talk," you shrug and swallow tightly. You're not ready for this. You're stupid for even trying. "I--" you look around, no, you won't let him scare you away. You might have to put up with him but he also has to put up with you. "I'm g-gonna grab something t-to drink, is that a-alright?"

He nods and sits back. You leave your folder on the table and stand as he opens the folder, his eyes scanning the page. You hesitate before you pass him. Despite his age, he's not entirely repulsive. You imagine when he was younger, he was probably a catch. Maybe less grumpy too.

You join the line and wait your turn. You think of ordering more of the candy cane hot chocolate but opt instead for the toffee latte. Your drink pops up quickly at the pickup and you return to the table, still not ready to face this man.

You sit down again and hug the cup between your hands. You can be normal. It's not about whatever happened before, it's about money. It's about moving on. Lisa says that's most important.

"S-so, I'm open to n-notes--"

"I have a few," he says discerning as he slides a pair of glasses out of his front pocket and unfolds them. He puts them on and you try to ignore the snarky comment needling in your brain, "first of all, you make the argument that the Tiger tank is mistakenly branded as the most effective tank in the Second World War but I'd argue it is. No mistake."

"W-well, you'll see from my argu-m-ment that there i-is no b-best tank. Overall, tank w-warfare was more a l-liability. The discussion isn't w-which is best, it's merely an examination o-of t-tanks in b-battle."

"You know, I have a degree in this. Several. I've studied Tigers, Shermans, Panzers. Your script, it's well-crafted by your evaluation is off."

You blink. Your heart is once more thumping away. You look down at your cup and take a sip from the frothy top.

"I d-disagree. I d-did my research. Every tank had substantial p-pitfalls. E-even the t-tiger. M-maybe better th-than the e-end of the First W-War, b-but still a d-danger in the field. A-Again this isn't t-to say they w-weren't useful--"

"And what background do you have to make these statements? What degrees?"

"I know h-how t-to r-read," you eke out.

"Mmm, oh, you read and drinky cutesy drinks. Got it."

"I-It's coffee."

"Doesn't look like coffee. Smells like pure sugar."

You resist rolling your eyes. You look away. You don't even know if finishing your drink is worth staying. Clearly this isn't going to pan out.

"Th-thank you for meeting w-with me," you say at last, "s-sorry to waste your time."

He lifts his cup and slurps noisily. He lowers it again, the porcelain clinking, "you didn't. You've submitted the most coherent script I've received. I'll send you my notes. Fix it and we'll go from there."

"R-really?" You perk up.

"Sure, why not? I've wasted enough time trying to get this done."

Your cheeks twitch but you don't let yourself smile, "th-thanks."

"Yeah," he grits out and stretches his neck, giving a long look around the cafe. His eyes focus on the door before he faces you again and clicks his tongue, "I'm not that old."

"Wh-what?" You stutter.

"You called me an old man. I'm not." He puffs out and shakes his head, "whatever, doesn't matter."

"Okay, I t-take it back."

"You what?"

"I t-take it b-back," you repeat, "Lisa s-says it's g-good to admit w-when you're wrong a-as much as i-it is to b-be right."

He squints and takes another gulp. "Lisa?" He wonders.

"M-my therapist," you explain.

"Ah," he accepts crisply and sits forward, draining the last of his coffee. "Well," he slips the glasses off, "I'll head out. Got work to do."

You nod as he stands. He buttons up his plaid coat as he looms. You finally get the nerve to look up at him. His brows draw together and he dips his chin again.

"Bye."

The curt farewell allows no response as he twists on his heel. He's halfway to the door before you can react. You stare after him and lean over your cup. The world has a strange way of throwing you curveballs and you're not very good at hitting them.

[anonymous-dentist]

Playing fast and loose with the rules here, but: an Ordem Paranormal AU (kind of.)

-

So, okay, here's the thing: Roier really doesn't believe in ghosts anymore. Ghosts aren't real, demons certainly aren't real, none of it is!

What is real is Instagram, and so that's what he does best: Instagram.

But the thing is- the thing is! Roier doesn't believe in ghosts, but he's pretty sure his bosses do, because all he does at work is photoshop cheap-looking graphics together and post 'Paranormal Safety Tips'.

"Some people may not realize that they're getting involved with the supernatural," Mr. Veríssimo says, "It's important to make sure that they're at least somewhat protected."

Which is fine and all, but also. Ghosts aren't real. Neither are demons- demons especially aren't real.

But Roier does his job, and he does it quite happily. It's decent pay, especially considering he's been in Brazil for just under a month now and this was the only place to actually respond to his job application. He gets to work from home. He gets one free coffee at a local cafe once a month.

That's right. Roier is the first ever social media manager for the Ordo Realitas, and he's doing a great job at it.

...But also. Ghosts aren't real. Neither are demons. Hell isn't real, and neither is the Devil. Blood is blood, and it doesn't breathe.

(Usually.)

-

Roier's neighbors like to argue all day and throw things and cause immense destruction towards themselves and their property, so Roier usually ends up spending at least one afternoon a week at the nearest library doing his job and watching YouTube videos.

He likes the library. It's quiet-ish, and it's across the street from this really good restaurant that makes Mexican food that almost tastes like the genuine article.

He especially likes the librarian: the one with the scars and the freaky vibes. He doesn't blink a lot, and Roier isn't sure he's ever seen this guy breathe, but that's fine. He always saves a table near an outlet for Roier and his laptop, and he doesn't question the absolutely freakish shit Roier has to make for his company's Instagram page.

Like today's 'Paranormal Safety Tip': 'If you find yourself face-to-face with a restless spirit, it's important to remain calm. Loud noises startle spirits, so stay quiet and back away slowly. Chances are, you'll get out of the situation unharmed. Once in a safe location, call the Ordo Realitas, and we'll send an agent out to handle the spirit for you!'

The text is the second photo out of two on the post. The first photo is going to be a MS-Paint sketch of a pissed-looking cartoon ghost holding a shotgun and shouting, in a white speech bubble, "I'm going to shoot you!!! >:("

Roier doesn't have a mouse, so he draws using his trackpad, and the librarian watches from over Roier's shoulder and only laughs a little.

"Shut up," Roier huffs. "It's art!"

"It is," the librarian agrees. "But that isn't what ghosts look like."

Roier turns around to glare at him. "What, and you know?"

The librarian nods.

Roier turns back around. Everybody's a critic...

"Don't you have a job to be doing?" he taunts.

"Normally, yeah, but nobody else is here," the librarian responds. "It's just us."

He pulls out the chair opposite Roier and sits, arms crossed across his chest. This close together, Roier notices that some of the scars on the librarian's arms almost seem to make patterns: triangles, spirals... words? Huh.

Whatever, that isn't any of Roier's business. So what if his favorite librarian is a shady guy? So is Roier! He can't judge.

But, looking up from his laptop (and from the librarian's very nice arms), Roier notices that there really isn't anybody else in the library. He hadn't even noticed how quiet it had gotten, he was so caught up in his masterpiece drawing. All of the usual patrons- the old man reading the newspaper, the mother and her children in the corner, the students arguing over their latest project- are all missing. So are all of the other librarians.

"Huh," Roier smartly says.

He looks back at his laptop, and then he starts scrolling down through the Instagram page. He's sure that he's written something up about sudden disappearances...

"I was honestly surprised to find you over here," the librarian continues. "I figured you would have gone where everybody else did."

Roier shakes his head. "Nah, I'm here. I've got shit to do, man. Important shit."

The librarian nods. "Instagram."

Roier looks up from his laptop and points a finger at the librarian.

"Work," he corrects, waggling his finger just a little. "I'm doing work."

"You're drawing shitty ghosts and posting them on Instagram."

"And I'm getting paid for it. I'll fucking take this over my old job."

"Really? What was your old job?"

Roier thinks back to Mexico and the weeks leading up to his wedding. Sitting outside of his soon-to-be husband's window at night with binoculars, following him around town, slashing his tires so he wouldn't leave to go to the bar when Roier had a game night planned between them.

"Surveillance," he quickly says. "Like, cameras and shit. It was boring, though. Lots of waiting."

"Sounds fun, honestly." The librarian shrugs; his leg bounces under the table hard enough to shake it, nervous. "I could handle that."

"What, is librarian-ing that boring?"

"No, but it's a lot more socializing than you'd think. It can be a bit... much sometimes."

Roier nods sympathetically. He's more of an introvert than a lot of people think he is, especially now after... after everything.

He frowns as he reaches the bottom of the Instagram. Nope, nothing about weird group disappearances.

...It's probably fine?

Roier cranes his neck to try and look over the librarian's shoulder.

"Where is everybody?" he asks.

The librarian shrugs. "I was on my break. I came out of the break room, and everyone was gone."

He turns his head to try and follow Roier's gaze.

"Sometimes we do community events," he continues, "but I don't think that there was one scheduled for today."

"Huh," Roier says, a perfect echo of when he had last said it. "That's kinda weird, right?"

"...Yeah."

They both sit there in silence for a moment before the librarian awkwardly clears his throat and turns his head to the side.

"Should we... look for them?" he asks.

Every single post that Roier has done for the Ordo Realitas has ended with him telling the public to call the Ordo when they're experiencing something paranormal in nature. So... should he call them?

But also. He's the Ordo Realitas. He's the guy who goes through all of the dms the Ordo gets on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook... everywhere!

Besides! Ghosts aren't real! Neither are demons.

So Roier pushes back his chair and stands.

"Come on," he tells the librarian, hurriedly packing his laptop away in his bag and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I bet they just went outside. We probably missed a fire alarm or something."

"We would've heard a fire alarm," the librarian huffs.

But he stands, anyway, and he joins Roier as he starts making his way through the library.

It isn't a huge library, is the thing. It's small. Its shelves are short enough for Roier to easily be able to see over the tops of them. There's only one main room, and then there's the break room that the librarian seems to believe is also completely empty. There is one set of main doors at the front of the main room, and then there are a few windows along the walls.

As Roier and the librarian pass through the shelves and make it into the open area in the middle of the room- where the circulation desk is, Roier notices a weird chill in the air that he swears wasn't there a minute ago.

"Huh," says the librarian, looking down at their feet, "maybe there was a fire, after all."

Roier looks down, too. His nose wrinkles. This, he remembers posting about.

A thin layer of smoke covers the floor, not quite enough to reach halfway up Roier's shoes. It's cold, of course it's cold. It isn't even smoke, really. It's freaky mist... stuff.

Roier's hand tightens around the strap of his bag: white knuckles and stinging palm. Not again...

The librarian swings a foot through the mist absently; the mist kicks up briefly, but it settles back down almost immediately.

What did that post say, again? God, Roier needs a rubber bracelet saying, 'WWMVD?': What Would Mr. Veríssimo do?

Roier has met Mr. Veríssimo only twice, and he had a gun in his hands both times.

Roier does not have a gun now.

...But, really, are guns even necessary? It's just mist, right?

Only just a little freaked out, Roier shuffles a step closer to the librarian.

"Maybe we should get out of here," the librarian says, reading Roier's goddamn mind. "I mean. If there is a fire, we definitely need to leave."

Roier nods in agreement. "Yes. Definitely."

Neither of them move.

Roier jumps and bumps into the librarian as a book falls from a shelf on the other side of the room.

The librarian grabs him by the arm and stabilizes him, not letting go.

They both look in the direction of the fallen book.

"Dude," says Roier, "I think your library is haunted."

"We're in Brazil," the librarian responds. "I think every building is haunted here."

Roier nods. Makes sense. Ghosts aren't real, but Brazil is probably haunted as shit. That's why the Ordo Realitas is based here and not in, like, Paraguay. Or something.

They stare at the book some more. The mist reaches towards it like a needy baby, but it doesn't quite make it.

"You're a librarian," Roier says, "you should go pick that up."

The librarian shakily sighs, "Yeah. I should, shouldn't I?"

He sucks in a breath, lets it out slowly. Straightens his shoulders. Marches towards the book, pulling Roier along with him; Roier doesn't fight too much. He doesn't want to be alone right now, either.

They get to the book.

The librarian looks down at it.

Slowly, he bends down. He picks the book up with one hand.

And then he immediately drops the book and skitters back a few steps, bumping into Roier's chest and almost knocking them both over.

Panicked-sounding, the librarian wheezes, "It's hot!"

"It's a book!" Roier argues. "It can't be hot!"

The librarian shakes his head rapidly. "It's hot. It's warm. Like you."

Through all the terror in Roier's heart, he manages a faint blush.

"Are you really calling me hot right now?" he asks.

The librarian looks back at him with a very unhappy expression: wide eyes, unblinking.

"The book was breathing," he wheezes. "Dude, we need to go."

Breathing books... that's new.

Oh, no. That's new. That means that Mr. Veríssimo doesn't know about it yet. That means that it isn't on the Instagram yet. That means that it's Roier's job as social media manager to get it on the Instagram.

Nose wrinkling in disgust, Roier shakes the librarian off of him and crouches down next to the book. He pulls out his phone with shaking hands, opens the camera app. Takes a picture of the book's cover- a children's book: Learn Shapes With Bippi.

"Oh my God, you really are an Instagram guy," the libarian flatly says.

Roier waves him off with a 'Shush!'.

He grabs the book's cover by the corner with his thumb and pointer finger, and it takes everything for him to keep holding it because hooooly shit, it's breathing. It's warm and it's breathing and Roier swears there's a heartbeat, he swears!

"This sucks," he declares. "One more picture, and we're out of here."

He flips the cover over, ready to take a picture of just the title page, but he doesn't even finish reading the title again before dropping his phone and screaming and falling back onto his ass and scrambling backwards like an upside-down spider because oh God what the fuckOh GodWhatTheFuck-

"What the fuck?" the librarian screeches. "Alan?"

The face inside of the book lets out a moaned, pained breath. It blinks slowly, the page it's on trembling with the exertion. Its eyes are open and blank and staring and red and staring at Roier and- and its mouth! It's open and gaping and black and entirely too deep-seeming for the front page of a children's book. No nose, but two nostrils right in the middle of the page opening and closing with every ragged breath the face takes in. No skin, just the faintest indentation of a human face's internal musculature. No bones, just muscles, just muscles-

"'Alan'?" Roier gasps. His back bumps against the librarian's legs; the librarian pulls him up by the back of his shirt and tries to push him behind him. Yeah, no, Roier is the professional here. He's... he's the professional!

The librarian shakily nods. "Children's librarian. He's new. He's-"

"He's a fucking book!" Roier shouts. "What the fuck? Is this normal?"

"What? No! Of course it isn't normal!"

"Well! I don't know Alan! This could be normal! Who knows?"

"I know!" the librarian exclaims. He's still looking at the book. "Why is he a book!"

"How should I know?"

"You're the ghost guy!"

"Ghosts aren't real!"

The face groans and gurgles. The book it's in shakes, and it shakes so hard that it starts to move.

It starts to move right towards Roier and the librarian.

Roier grabs the librarian by his sleeve and starts tugging him away. Fuck his phone, fuck his phone! Mr. Veríssimo can just get him a new one! It's only fair! What the fuck!

"Cell... bit..." the face rasps.

The librarian grimaces.

"What the fuck is a 'Cellbit'?" Roier asks.

"Me," the librarian responds.

"Nice," Roier comments. "Stop looking at it. Let's go!"

But the librarian- Cellbit- doesn't budge, even with all of Roier's pulling.

"But... it's Alan," Cellbit insists. "He's a book. Is-" (He looks around the library, turning more and more pale with every passing second.) "-is everybody a book now?"

"Um," says Roier, looking around with him.

Now that he's looking, he can see that every single book on every single shelf around them is quivering in the same way the Alan Book is. There's a faint droning buzz around them that Roier is starting to think is actually hundreds of thousands of moaning, groaning, dying book faces.

He's going to be sick.

"This wasn't on the Instagram," is all he says before grabbing Cellbit firmly by the wrist and pulling him with all his strength away from the shelves. This time, Cellbit goes along with him even after jerking his wrist out of Roier's hold.

"This doesn't make any sense!" Cellbit shouts as they run. "People don't just become books!"

"I know that!" Roier replies. "This is fucked up, man!"

Another book falls from a shelf and starts wiggling towards them. And then another, and another, and another, and Roier knows that each one has a face inside. Every single one was a person ten minutes ago, but now. Now they're faces. In books. Flesh books. With heartbeats. And lungs.

Roier jumps over a fallen book. He glances down as he does so and gasps as he watches the cover fly open by itself and as the face on the title page snaps upwards and tries biting him with teeth that weren't there two seconds ago.

"They have teeth?" he cries. "Ew!!"

"They're book faces!" Cellbit huffs. "Why wouldn't they have teeth?"

"Fuck this. Fuck this!"

They make it out into the open area and the circulation desk. But the entire library around them is shaking and moaning and screaming- oh, the screaming!

Hundreds of books litter the floor slowly inching their ways towards Roier and Cellbit. They're all screaming as they drag themselves across the rough carpet.

Oh, God. The kids. Every person in this library except for the two of them are books. Including the kids.

"Doors," Cellbit wheezes, nodding towards the library doors.

Roier nods. "Doors."

They look at each other briefly before nodding in sync and taking off for the doors. Books fall all around them, tumbling to the floor and crawling after them with garbled screams and moans of pain.

"I'm trying to think," Cellbit breathes.

"Well, don't! Just run!" Roier snaps.

Cellbit ignores him and continues: "I wasn't holding a book. You weren't holding a book. We're fine. Alan was re-shelving the kids' section. He's a book."

He dodges to the side as a book lunges at him from its shelf.

"Okay?" Roier asks. "And?"

"And I bet everybody else touched a book!"

"We touched books!"

"But these ones are- fuck!" Cellbit swears and kicks a book that was trying to bite him away. "They're trying to bite us!"

Something sparks in Roier's brain.

"Werebooks?" he demands. "Really?"

Cellbit throws his hands up in the air. "I don't know! It's just a theory!"

Roier rolls his eyes, but he doesn't argue. Werebooks, sure. Those can be real. (Not ghosts, though. Or demonds.)

He and Cellbit get to the door.

They push the door open.

They run outside and wince at the sunlight blasting them right in the eyes.

But there are still books behind them. Roier can hear them.

Fuck! WWMVD?

The Ordo Realitas hunts the paranormal, Roier thinks. That's what everybody else does. But he's just a social media manager! He doesn't do that kind of stuff!

But if he doesn't stop all of those books from leaving the library, then God only knows how many of them would do... werebook things. They're disgusting. They're inhuman. They're monstrous. They're a danger to the world, and Roier has to stop them.

But how do you kill a bunch of books?

For whatever reason, his mind takes him back to the night after his wedding. Natalan stands in front of him with a lighter held to their marriage certificate, smiling as Roier struggles against his ropes to try and save their marriage from quite literally going up into flames.

"Fire," he gasps, suddenly back in the moment.

He spins to look at Cellbit, but Cellbit already seems on it. His hands are already searching his pockets desperately, and he's swearing under his breath.

Roier looks around the street desperately. There's the restaurant across the street. There are cars on the road. Tourists taking photos. Dogs. Cats.

An old man lighting a cigarette on the corner.

Roier grins and charges towards the old man.

"Sorry!" he shouts, swiping the lighter from him and ignoring the shouts (and the angry old man) following him as he runs back to the library.

Cellbit immediately reaches for the lighter. "Let me. It's my library."

But Roier ducks away and flicks the lighter open himself.

"And it's my job," he says. "Stand back."

He stares at the lighter's tiny little flame nervously, and then he looks at the doors to the library.

When he moved to Brazil a month ago, he didn't think he would be committing arson. But, well. Life isn't always what you expect it to be.

Roier takes a running start, and then he throws the lighter into the library. It hits the carpet, and the flames spread, well, like wildfire. (Thank God, the building is old...)

The books all scream in agony as they're burned, but Roier doesn't really give a shit. Fuck them, they're evil. Creepy-ass books...

He kicks the library's doors shut, and he walks back to Cellbit and the very angry old man.

Panting, Roier leans against a telephone pole. His bag is somehow still on his shoulder, but his phone is still inside.

He looks at Cellbit.

"Can I borrow your phone?" he asks. "I need to call my boss."

Cellbit doesn't look away from the library. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it with his thumbprint, and holds it out for Roier to take.

Roier puts in the Ordo's number and puts the phone to his ear. He listens to the dial tone, and he smiles as he hears the secretary's voice.

"Can you give me Mr. Veríssimo?" Roier asks her. "He's gonna want to hear this."

[ncillary]

POV : First meeting in the Destiny Cafe

Content : Fluff, short drabble, Affinity 10

Xavier

MC : Fancy meeting you here in the Destiny Cafe.

Xavier : -nods at you- You are fancy.

MC : What?

Xavier : What?

MC : ...

Xavier : ...

Staff : May I take your order, sir?

Xavier : I've ordered. Please excuse me.

-Hurriedly out of the cafe-

Barista : Drinks for (MC's name)

MC : Huh? That's me but I haven't ordered yet.

Barista : Oh? You're not that blue-eyed boy that ordered.

Staff : Ah. He just booked it out of here.

Staring at each other then the drinks.

Barista : Might as well take it with you since it's already paid.

MC : -receiving the drinks in confusion- Thank... you?

Staff : You're welcome. Have a nice day.

*Xavier was watching the whole situation just on the corner of the cafe's window. Stupid smile on his face as MC was enjoying the drink.*

Zayne

MC : Dr. Zayne? What a surprise meeting you here?

Zayne : -staring-

MC : -getting awkward- Well then, it was nice meet-

Zayne : I'm offwork.

MC : What?

Zayne : ...

MC : I... noticed... Enjoy your... offwork...

Zayne : Care to join me? This is the last batch of the limited muffin for today -gliding the plates of 5 muffins on top of it-

MC : Oh, what?! -immediately sitting- I can't believe you're able to get it. Wow. You really don't mind?

Zayne : I've eaten five of them. Try it.

MC : -hesitantly eat one and lights up- Thish is delichious! Yvonne and I have been talking about it.... (proceed to tell the story)

Zayne : -giving small smile to her that went unnoticed- I heard.

MC : What?

Zayne : Your review is very refreshing. Go on.

MC proceeded to compliment the muffin all the while Zayne kept looking at her with that small smile of his.

Rafayel

MC : Rafayel?

Rafayel : Hello there, Miss Bodyguard. Up for a side income?

MC : Aren't we already established on that?

Rafayel : -playful gasp- Miss Bodyguard. I didn't know we had an established relationship outside of work?

MC : -sigh- Not like that. I meant-

Rafayel : Oh, look at that. The flowers they put up on the countertop are different everyday.

MC : Huh?

Rafayel : -proceeds to pull her to sit near him as he points at the counter- And look at the pastries. Some of them have the same flower decorated on top. Go on. Order them for me.

MC : Rafayel-

Rafayel : Here's my card. Get whatever you want along with the pastries. I need some muse by consuming those pastries. Go on. Stat.

MC : -already getting up with the card- Fine. I'm ordering the most expensive one from the menu.

Rafayel : -another gasp- Miss Bodyguard! That's an extortion.

MC : -grinning- You pay who you hire. Remember.

Rafayel kept looking at her as she ordered. He smiled simply for another successful evening with her.

Sylus

Sylus : Fancy meeting you here, Miss Hunter.

MC : -wary- You're not...

Sylus : I'm here? Yes. Shady business? No. But I do need a recommendation since this is your territory.

MC : -crossing arm- Why should I?

Sylus : Why shouldn't you?

MC : Wha-

Sylus : I'm just another foreigner from a far away land. Visiting Linkon for a peaceful time. Will the exemplary citizen like Miss Hunter deny someone like that in a time of dire?

MC : I-No! But- -sigh- fine. Just... don't cause a scene.

Sylus : I wouldn't dare when Miss Hunter is nearby.

MC glared at him a bit and he put his hand up to show he meant no harm. But the smirk played on his lips irked her to no end.

Sylus following, towering, MC close as she ordered. He paid for both of them. Received a slight argument but took her free drinks and pastries begrudgingly. They sat together and able to have decent conversation somehow. What a weird, pleasant, night.

[unclewaynemunson]

As always, the crazy talented @tennant-the-tigger managed to activate my Munson family feels by creating this masterpiece so my hand slipped and this happened :)

When Eddie first moved into Wayne's trailer, he wouldn't smile. The boy reminded Wayne of a ghost: pale, quiet... absent. Haunted, even. The first time Wayne saw a genuine smile on his face felt like a goddamn victory. But it soon turned out to be only the beginning of the hardest part: it meant that Eddie started feeling comfortable around Wayne. And for all Eddie knew, comfort meant danger. So he started lashing out, testing Wayne's limits, taunting him day and night, strategically aiming to drive him to his breaking point, to prove that good people didn't exist, that Wayne would never love Eddie, that he would give up on him as soon as it became too much work.

And now they’re here. Wayne doesn't have a clue how they got here, how they’ve managed to make it this far together. But they did. And somewhere along that road, Eddie has decided to start trusting Wayne.

His hair is longer now, his smile has reached a whole new level of brightness; he’s growing up. Rapidly. He’s been getting himself into some shady business and Wayne doesn't feel like he’s in any position to reproach him, can only watch it happen from the sidelines. Maybe he worries too much, because those shady business have given the boy his Sweetheart and managed to amplify that beautiful bright smile of his. So Wayne got to swap a shift with Jimmy and now finds himself sitting at the bar of some shabby old cafe, hiding behind a bottle of beer with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

And seeing Eddie perform is... Well, it’s a lot. It definitely isn't the kind of music Wayne would voluntarily expose his ears to, if he had any say in the matter. But Eddie is smiling from ear to ear all through the night and that more than makes up for the noise. He has this natural kind of showmanship that Wayne can't help but admire: the band is giving the three drunks at the bar a performance like the Hideout is some concert hall filled to the brim with thousands of screaming fans.

'This one's for my uncle,' Eddie announces in between two songs, wiggling his eyebrows towards the place where Wayne is sitting. 'Thank you for coming, uncle Wayne, I love you.'

He says those words so easily, up on that stage with a lamp shining way too bright in his face. Like it comes natural to him. And Wayne can only hide his face behind his bottle, the air knocked out of his lungs by how effortless and genuine it sounds.

The band bursts out into more ear-shattering noise and just like that, the moment is over. But the feeling in Wayne's chest stays with him through the rest of the evening.

He thinks back to that one night, barely two months ago, when Eddie had been raging, calling him all kinds of names, challenging him in a way that somehow seemed more vicious than any of his previous antics.

'You tryin' to find an excuse to hate me, boy?' he had asked, exhausted and hurt but still trying to be the voice of reason because he knew that Eddie couldn't help it, not really.

And that made Eddie freeze for a moment, eyes wide, tears glistering in the trailer's flickering lamplight.

'You're the one who's gonna hate me,' Eddie told him, trying to sound defiant but failing horribly in his delivery; his voice was trembling and his lip started to wobble.

And God, Wayne can still feel how that all-encompassing fear flared up in his stomach, because what the hell could Eddie have done to believe that Wayne would ever hate him?

One deep breath had been all it took for Eddie to get back to his anger; to throw the words at Wayne's face that he'd kick Eddie out because he was a queer and wrong and bad and dirty and Wayne would hate that, would hate him.

Wayne had been stunned for a long second, completely overwhelmed by the power that Eddie was giving him by telling him that. He understood exactly the complicated mixture of self-sabotage and trust brewing inside of Eddie, because Wayne had grown up side-by-side with the cruel man who raised this scared boy in front of him.

Then, he had done something that did not come naturally to him at all: he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around him, and held his nephew even though he tried to wriggle himself free; held him when he allowed himself to melt into Wayne's arms; held him while he cried against his shoulder; held him while he told Eddie that there was nothing wrong or bad or dirty about him and that Wayne wouldn't kick him out even if he killed someone.

He blinks and comes back into the present when the last tone of the last song dies out. Eddie jumps off the stage to run up to Wayne's spot at the bar, that smile still secured on his face and his Sweetheart still cradled in his arms.

'And? What do ya think?' He’s practically bouncing with excitement and Wayne can’t help but smile; Eddie might be growing up, but he’ll never really stop being that little boy – not to Wayne, at least.

He reaches out, pulls Eddie closer to let a hand land on his shoulder and rest his chin on his fluffy curls.

He’s never been good with big words, never been good with loving out loud.

'Proud of you, Eddie,' is all he can manage to say.

But judging from the way Eddie refuses to pull away for a whole twenty seconds, it’s exactly enough.

[carlos-tk]

in the words of slim shady: guess who’s back 😘

a one week break in March accidentally turned into a whole month away. but I was as the kids would say - going through it. sort of still in it, but we move. very excited to be back writing and sharing with you all. also a massive thanks to every single person who tagged me in any of their wip wednesday’s, seven sentences and inspiration weekends posts over the past month <3

TK gasps and Carlos knows he’s got him right where he wants him.

“How about you tell me a little more about how hot I look then hmm,” he says, his thumb dipping into the waistband of TK’s boxers momentarily and snapping the tight elastic back against his skin.

TK plays along with the charade, “only devastatingly so Reyes,” he answers.

Carlos stifles a laugh, “Carlitos, Reyes, what’s next? Niño?”

“Well only if you’d like,” he teases back, wagging his tongue at him and stifling his own laugh.

He groans out a shut up before TK is pressing him back against the fence and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. TK’s delicious wet tongue sliding against his has Carlos’ c*ck stirring in his jeans, and the pure relief almost has him forgetting where they are.

He tugs him back sharply by the wisps of hair at his nape and unlatches their mouths, TK whining at the loss of contact.

“Baby not here,” he says, and TK ignores him, urgently moves to meet their mouths again, presses himself and his own quickly hardening c*ck into Carlos’.

“Why not Carlitos? You afraid the goats might see?” he baits, nipping at his chin.

“More like my mother you brat,” he huffs out, “but you already knew that.”

“Well we can’t go disgracing your virtue at ‘casa de Reyes’ now can we?” he says with a smirk.

“Not as much as you’d like to.”

TK sighs dreamily, as if he’s picturing all of the ways he wants to f*ck Carlos and be f*cked by him this weekend, none of which will happen if Carlos gets his way.

“I’m irresistible baby, you’ll be inside me by sundown,” he assures, using the moment to lift the bottom of his shirt up, wiping his face with it, and exposing his defined abdomen, enjoying the way Carlos can’t help but to gawk at him.

Carlos blinks and fixes him with the most unimpressed look he can muster, shaking his head in exasperation.

TK grins, “it was worth a try at least,” he concedes, knows that there’s an almost zero chance Carlos will indulge him any more than he already has.

He surges forward to press a final chaste kiss to the corner of Carlos’ mouth, tries to leave him wanting more as he separates their sun warmed, sweaty bodies.

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[queenarahbo]

Heat Stroke

Wallace underestimates the summer sun.

Whumptober prompts filled: Sunburn Heat Stroke

Wallace reveled in the tranquil embrace of the tropical sun, its gentle warmth caressing his skin as he basked in its radiance. Escaping for a vacation was a rare luxury for him, and he was determined to savor every moment of it. Alola had always held an irresistible allure for him, and this precious time off provided the perfect opportunity to explore its wonders. With a skillful blend of persuasion and enthusiasm, he had managed to convince Steven to accompany him, enticing him with the promise of unraveling the mysteries of Z moves. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he contemplated his travel companion, knowing full well that coaxing Steven away from his beloved research and rocks was no small feat.

"Wallace?"

Speaking of…

"What's up? Bored already?" He teased playfully as he tilted his sunglasses to reveal his turquoise eyes and flashed a mischievous grin. This earned him an exasperated eye roll from Steven.

Steven's voice carried a note of concern as he leaned over his friend, the worry in his eyes hidden behind a neutral expression. "No, but you really should consider putting on more sunscreen or moving somewhere shady. You're burning," he warned.

"It's probably fine. I don't burn that easily." Wallace waved Steven off with a smirk. The sun felt way too good to move and he didn't feel warm. He knew what a sunburn felt like.

Steven sighed and walked away, pausing to call over his shoulder "Don't say I didn't warn you." His friend would learn the hard way. It wasn't like he didn't care. It was rather the opposite. He didn't want to see Wallace's vacation ruined over something as simple as putting on sunscreen. It wasn't like they weren't accustomed to the heat from the sun, they lived in Hoenn after all.

Wallace felt his lips twitch upwards at the worry in Steven's voice, even if the other man wasn't aware of it, and closed his eyes again. Time seemed to stand still as he took in the sounds around him. The gentle crashing of the ocean waves against the golden sand. The cries of Wingull as they sored through the salty air. The shouts from the children playing farther down the beach. This was the most relaxed he had felt in a long while.

He remained like that, basking in the moment, until the gnawing sensation in his stomach tore him from the bliss. Determined to stay like that longer he ignored it. Well, tried to. A few minutes later, Steven approached him, clutching an intriguingly shaped red stone in his hand.

"It's getting late. We probably want to consider dinner soon." Steven said while cleaning his newly added collection piece in a towel. No sense in getting his bad dirtier than it already was.

Wallace wearily pushed himself up from the sandy beach with a weary sigh, feeling the weight of the passing time. He couldn't deny that they had stayed longer than intended, and it seemed only fair to get dinner, especially if Steven was feeling hungry. As they strolled away from the soothing, rhythmic crash of the ocean waves, Wallace couldn't shake the growing realization of just how disoriented and lightheaded he was starting to feel.

It didn't matter. They had both enjoyed it. He didn't care where he was in the world as long as he was near the ocean. Steven must have said something because he was watching him intently. He turned his signature smile on Steven and kept walking. If it was important then he would repeat it.

It was.

"I asked you if you had any idea of where to eat here. If not then we will have to walk back into town." Steven repeated with a knowing look.

"Oh." Wallace chuckled in an attempt to hide how bad he was starting to feel "Yeah, there is a cafe half a mile that way. Winona told me they have excellent food. It's still on the beach too so the view is worth it."

"That works."

Wallace found himself uncertain of what he heard behind Steven's casual tone. Usually, he had no trouble deciphering Steven's thoughts, a skill that set him apart from others, likely due to their long-standing friendship. A sudden, pounding headache added to his confusion, making it difficult to concentrate. He squinted, trying to clear his blurry vision as the world seemed to spin around him. This was weird. He was all too aware that Steven was following him and not the other way around. Where had Winona said the restaurant was? Next to the dive shop right? Okay, where was that? Why did his head feel so fuzzy? He took a steadying breath as Steven asked him another question.

"So what kind of place are we going to?"

"It's…got a little bit of everything according to Winona."

"You alright over there?" inquired Steven, turning his head slightly to look at Wallace, his expression stoic and unmoved.

Wallace hesitated for a moment before responding, "Yeah, I'm good... I think." He took another deep breath, willing the rising discomfort in his stomach to lessen.

"You think?" Steven abruptly halted in his tracks and swiftly reached out to grasp Wallace's wrist, halting him in his tracks. "What are you trying to say?"

Shoot. He knew that Steven wouldn't let this go. He felt the way Steven's curled around his wrist trying to check his pulse. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Steven was more overprotective than anyone else they knew. "I just…feel a bit off. Not sure how to explain it."

"Your pulse is a little fast. Do you want to sit for a minute?" Steven asked with a hint of concern finally breaking his mask.

Wallace's head shook once, and it was a big mistake. Suddenly, the world spun around him, leaving him disoriented and dizzy. "Let's just go to the cafe. I probably just need to eat something."

Okay," Steven responded tentatively, noting, "You seem a bit flushed as well.

"So do you. It's hot outside." Wallace deflected with a chuckle. It wasn't that unusual for someone to be warm when it was hot outside. Just as he was about to tease Steven for being overly concerned, he felt a cool hand gently touch his forehead. Startled, Wallace snapped out of his thoughts and realized that Steven was now standing directly in front of him.

"You're feverish. We should go back to the villa. You should have told me sooner that you weren't feeling well." Steven dropped his hand down to his side.

"Again, Steven, it's hot out. I'm not sick." Wallace replied shortly. It seemed as though Steven couldn't grasp this simple fact. Wallace was accustomed to his friend's overly cautious tendencies, but this was starting to feel excessive.

"I'm not so sure. You are far too warm."

Steven's skepticism was evident as he listened to Wallace's attempt at reassurance. In all fairness, Wallace himself would likely not have been convinced. They were not far from the cafe now, just a little further, and then he could relax and grab some food. He tried to convince himself that his discomfort was probably just due to a weird blood sugar fluctuation. Unsure if he was feeling hot or cold, he realized he wasn't sweating, indicating that he probably wasn't too hot. Nevertheless, his slightly flushed face and the stray beads of sweat on his cheek made him wonder if he should be feeling hot. After all, Steven's face was slightly flushed and he kept wiping stray beads of sweat from his cheek.

It was probably fine. After all, he was more acclimated to the heat than Steven. As they approached the wooden stairs leading up to the small cafe he could hear music drifting from the wooden building. He vaguely recognized the song. He allowed a look at Steven and suppressed a laugh. Steven's eyes had lit up the moment they had entered the building. One of the waitresses called out for them to sit wherever and he followed Steven to one of the booths next to the window that ran from floor to ceiling. They had a clear view of the ocean from where they were.

Wallace found himself gazing at the breathtaking view, a scene that he would have normally enjoyed. However, on this particular occasion, his enjoyment was marred by a persistent feeling of unwellness. As they settled in, a young woman arrived at their table with two menus in hand and inquired about their drink preferences. Without hesitation, Steven ordered a coffee. When she turned to Wallace he opened his mouth to order his usual water but paused before ordering a Sprite. Wallace's attention shifted to the menu, only to be met with a disbelieving gaze from Steven. "What?" he grumbled defensively in response to Steven's unspoken question.

Steven leaned back against the booth, fixing his eyes on Wallace. With a pointed tone, he remarked, "You despise carbonated drinks.

"Yes. Your point?" Wallace dropped his eyes back to the menu. Winona was right. They really did have everything here.

Steven's tone was incredulous as he pointed out, "You just ordered a carbonated drink," as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Maybe I just wanted something other than water." Wallace lamented. Occasionally, he resented how perceptive his friend was. While he typically cherished their unspoken understanding, it now seemed like a curse. Steven would undoubtedly fuss over him incessantly now.

"Wallace we both know the only time you drink anything with carbonation is when you are sick and even then it has to be bad enough. If you aren't feeling well we can go back to the villa. I'm sure we can get something delivered." Steven set his menu aside having not looked at it at all. His focus was solely on Wallace now.

"I'm fine. Really." Wallace said in a hopefully reassuring tone as the young woman returned with their drinks.

"Do you know what you would like or do you still need a minute?" She asked eyeing Steven's abandoned menu.

"A minute, please." Wallace replied easily making sure his tone was pleasant.

Steven let out a deep sigh, feeling resigned, before slowly picking up his menu again. With a clear idea of what he was craving, he casually skimmed through the pages, his eyes searching for something that matched his mood.

Wallace was acutely aware of Steven stealing glances at him over the top of his menu. He settled on something he knew wouldn't upset his stomach any more than it already was. He was admittedly a little disappointed by his condition. He had been excited to try something more adventurous here.

Wallace half-listened to Steven's animated storytelling about the smooth, intriguing stone he had discovered near the beach. While absentmindedly picking at his food, Wallace's attention was piqued as Steven transitioned to recounting his encounters with various wild Pokémon. The idea of exploring the water types that Steven had mentioned captivated Wallace, and he made a mental note to do so the following day when he was feeling more energetic. Steven's swift consumption of his meal contrasted sharply with Wallace's slow progress through his own.

The food on Wallace's plate wasn't unappetizing by any means. In fact, on any other day, he would have relished every bite. However, today was different. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly pushed his plate to the side. Even without looking up, he could sense Steven's unspoken thoughts. "Don't even say it. I'm not sick," Wallace muttered.

Steven swiftly grabbed the check before Wallace could even glance up, and promptly handed it back with his card. "Let's make our way back to the villa after we're done here," he suggested.

"You wanted to walk around didn't you." Wallace clarified with a tilt of his head. It wasn't really a question.

"Yeah, but I can go back out later if I really want to." Steven nonchalantly shrugged as he tucked his wallet back into his pocket. With a confident stride, he took the lead as they exited the cozy cafe, the jingle of the door chimes fading behind them.

Wallace was less than thrilled to be on his feet again. Being inside the cafe had felt nice, but it hadn't done enough to cool him off the way it seemed to for Steven. He bit back a groan as the heat assaulted his suddenly sensitive skin. He had really hoped that eating would have helped, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. His stomach felt worse than before he had eaten anything. A new wave of dizziness overcame him, causing him to stumble unsteadily.

"Wallace?" Steven questioned, his grip tightening on Wallace's arm to steady him.

Wallace struggled to respond, his overwhelming desire to reply stifled by the overwhelming effort it took just to remain conscious. Despite his best efforts, his vision blurred with spots, and when he blinked, he found himself unable to open his eyes again. The cacophony of noise surrounding him gradually faded, leaving Wallace with the sensation of drifting into an endless void.

When Wallace regained consciousness, he found himself in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room. As he tried to move, a groan involuntarily escaped his lips, as the all-too-familiar ache in his body surged back with full force.

"Finally awake?"

Wallace slowly turned his head to the side, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. As he shifted his gaze, he was met with Steven's concerned expression, the worry in his eyes reflecting the subdued light. "Seems that way," he murmured, the weight of the situation evident in his voice.

"Why didn't you tell me when you weren't feeling well?" Steven asked.

Wallace felt as if the guilt would swallow him. He had disappointed Steven.

"Hey, I can hear you overthinking over there. I'm just asking why you didn't tell me. I would have helped you." Steven leaned forward in his chair, his brow furrowed with concern and ran his fingers through his hair. He nervously chewed at his bottom lip before continuing "You had a temperature of 104.2."

Wallace mumbled halfheartedly, "I didn't want to ruin the trip." He knew it was a pathetic excuse. As he spoke, he watched Steven's expression carefully. Steven pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, clearly irritated. Wallace realized that Steven wouldn't have been upset with him for feeling unwell.

"You should have said something. What you did was reckless. Heatstroke is nothing to mess with." Steven scolded.

Wallace shifted his gaze upward, fixing his eyes on the pristine white ceiling. He couldn't muster the courage to look Steven in the eye, fully aware that he had messed up big time "I didn't realize…"

"You didn't realize that you were suffering from heatstroke?" Steven finished in disbelief.

"When you put it like that…"

"Look, just get some rest and we will see how you are feeling when the doctor comes back. Maybe they will let you leave if you are well enough." Steven said optimistically.

"Are you mad at me?" Wallace stole a quick look at Steven, his heart pounding in his chest. Steven's face was a mask, revealing nothing of his emotions. His shoulders were rigid, and he sat upright, staring fixedly at the wall ahead. Wallace couldn't tell if Steven was preparing to lie to him or if he was truly uneasy about the situation. A glimpse at Steven's hands confirmed that it was the latter - he wasn't fidgeting with his rings, a telltale sign of his discomfort.

Steven's response came after a long pause, filled with frustration rather than anger. "I'm frustrated that you felt like you couldn't come to me. I'm not mad at you; I'm frustrated with myself," he expressed tiredly.

Wallace stiffened. How could Steven blame himself for this? "It's not your fault. I'm the one that ignored the warning signs and-"

"Look just get some rest. I'm going to check in with Drake. You know…make sure Phoebe and Sidney haven't burned down the league." Steven quickly stood from the chair and gave one last look to Wallace before disappearing from the room.

Wallace flinched at Steven's sharp words. Yeah, he had messed up. Steven was never that awkward around him. He would need to find a way to make it up later.

[thiefoflight68]

The Scene - Part Two

Bakugou/Eijiro/Fem!Reader

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

The Drop - Part One

DNI 18+ Language, mature BDSM themes. Consensual control/beating/restraint. Dom/Sub relationship.

You know me, I love my edgy fluff!!

This does have an active BDSM scene, if you have issues with any of the above don't read.

Emerging from the train station, you see the cafe where you'd agreed to meet Eijiro and Katsuki for lunch.  Your stomach dances as butterflies blow through your entire body.  You haven't seen Katsuki since the conference last week, although he's been texting and calling every day.  Still, your heart pounds every step that takes you closer to seeing him again. 

On top of your jangled nerves is the excitement of seeing Eijiro, you smile instinctively.  He's been texting you every day too since the conference, just friends now, but he's always been your rock and you miss him.  You laugh, thinking how these two men are completely different in so many ways.  Your thoughts go further, a small coil of desire unfurling, you wonder how else they might be different?  You see the cafe and walk into the restaurant. You'd taken the early train so you figure you can grab a table and wait.  Your phone buzzes in your purse, pulling it out, you read the text.

(Katsuki) You look nice today.

Jerking up, you look around at the tables, no spiky blonde.  Spinning you collide into a solid body, arms coming up around you.

"Hey Princess," a deep voice chuckles, holding you tight.

"Oh," you gasp as your hands land on Katsuki's chest, you push back but his arms stay firm around you.

"Good to see you," his soft red eyes wander over your face.  "You look a lot better."

Blushing, you smile, "thank you, I feel much better."  His large hands stroke your back, you push again.  "Um, should we get a table?"

"I have one outside already," reluctantly letting you go, Katsuki holds the door open for you, going outside into the sunshine.  Grabbing your hand he leads you to a table in a shady corner of the patio.  "I ordered you some sweetened iced tea."  He pulls out your chair as the server sets down your drinks. "You can get something else if you want."

"No, this perfect, thank you," you drink down the icy drink cooling yourself, the morning was warmer than you'd expected.

"Why not take off your sweater?"  Katsuki reaches over, his finger slipping into your sleeve, he rubs your skin gently.  A rush of chills race up to your neck, you shiver in spite of the heat.

"(Y/n)!"

Turning you see him, Eijiro, making his way towards the table.  Forgetting everything, you squeal in happiness and jump from your chair, leaping into his arms.  "Sir - damn, Eijiro," you fall back laughing.  "I'll get it right someday, I promise." You grin wide looking up into his rugged face.  Cupping your chin, he kisses your cheek. 

"You look amazing." His eyes wander over your summer outfit.  "Perfect style for you."   Blushing again, you clasp his hand.

"We have a table," you tug him as you turn back to where Katsuki sits, your smile fading slightly at the dark look on his face.  Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself. You've done nothing wrong but, you glance down at Eijiro's big hand laced in your own.  Squeezing him gently, you let go and sit down.  Picking up your iced tea, you take another drink, casually looking over at Katsuki.  He's glaring at Eijiro, swirling the ice in his coffee.

"Hey Katsuki," Eijrio pounds his friend on the back.  "Haven't seen you since you left, damn you look good." Laying his hand on his shoulder he winks, "looks like you've been hitting the gym."

"No more than usual," Katsuki tries to keep his voice neutral but anger splits through his brain.  He knows you two were together as Dom and Sub and breaking old patterns is difficult.  He clenches his jaw, but fuck, it was still damn hard to watch your excitement at seeing the red-head and the intimacy you clearly shared.

Sitting down, Eijiro smiles at you both, "so, you've met! This is great. I'd been wanting to introduce the two of you for a while."

"We have," you blush again, the warmth of the day not helping your slightly nervous state.

"I'm really glad, I think you two could work well together," sipping his water, he glances at his friend. Kiri chooses his next words intentionally, "at least until you meet your permanent 24/7."

"What do you mean meet her 24/7?" Katsuki stops, his drink midway to his mouth, he cocks a brow at his friend.

Reaching out, Eijiro squeezes your hand, smiling at you. "We've discussed it, I really think (y/n) is ready to go full-time." He laughs at the blush that reddens your cheeks, "But I think it may take a while for her to find the right person."   Pulling your hand to his mouth he kisses your knuckles. "Maybe you two could work together a little bit until then," he shrugs casually.

"Work together? A little bit?" You stare at Eijiro, "what do you mean?"  You're hyper-aware of him kissing your hand.

"I'm not sure you need anything like we had," he winks.  "You need to focus more on looking for a full-time Dom."  Finally looking at Katsuki, he met his burning red gaze with his own stony expression.  "Maybe you could set up some scenes with (y/n), easy stuff, nothing much," his voice cool.

"Nothing much?" your face falls, you can see he's serious.  A flicker sparks in your belly, a welling of anger rising quickly.   Biting your tongue, you stare at the table.  What the hell? It'd been his idea to introduce you to Katsuki, why is he backpedaling now?

Shaking his ice, Katsuki grunts, a soft laugh escaping.  "Some scenes? You really think she's ready for me?" His tone is sarcastic, he leans back and crosses his arms. Shitty Hair was obviously regretting letting you go, flicking his hungry gaze on you, Katsuki smiles.  He's pretty fucking stupid as far as he was concerned.  It was done though, the collar was off and he was going to make damn sure you became his, he just needed to get Red to back down.

"I think so" Eijiro nodded, "something light, you should probably start off with easy scenes, no sex, you know?"

Katsuki bit back a smile at the hopeful look on his face.

"Eijiro," you wait until his eyes settle back on you. "I appreciate you helping me out," you take a deep breath pulling your hand out of his grip.  Looking over at Bakugou, your stomach lurches. All you heard was the word sex, "if we decide to work together, then we'll have to figure all that out between us."  A wide grin splits Katsuki's face as he nods at you approvingly, your heart skips a beat as a sweet tingling spreads through your body.

"Speaking of scenes," the blonde rubs your arm gently.  "I'm doing a beginner event next weekend at my club, would you be interested?"

"That's a great idea man, let her see how you work with a sub!" Eijiro smiles at you conspiratorially, "he's different than I am-"

"Shut up Kiri," Katsuki snaps, glaring at his friend.  Red eyebrows shoot up.

"What did I say?"

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki looks back at you, "I'm not asking for you to watch.  Would you like to work with me? Be my sub for the event?"

The tingling flowing through your body shoots like a jolt straight to your clit, startling you.  It was the same reaction you had when you'd seen that woman on stage, you blink as your thighs tremble.

"Fuck, Katsuki, she's not doing a public scene, that's not her thing," Eijiro grumbles.

Ignoring the red-head, Katsuki keeps his burning gaze on you.  "Have you ever wanted to try a public scene, (y/n)?" 

"No," Eijiro's voice is stern, "I told you she only likes private play."

You watch as Katsuki's jaw flexes several times before he pushes back his chair and stands, moving behind you.  He bends down near your ear.  "Will you excuse us for a moment Princess?"

His voice is soft like a caress but it rips through your body like a cannon shot blasting through every nerve.  "Of course," you manage to nod and smile, trying to ignore the trembling spreading out from your thighs now to your stomach.  You grab your iced tea and suck down a huge swallow.

"Eijiro?" Katsuki walks away, clearly expecting him to follow.

You watch as Kiri stands slowly.

"You okay baby girl?"  You nod, looking away.  Clearing his throat he follows Bakugou to a secluded area along the back end of the patio.

Turning his back to you, Katsuki crosses his arms and steps in front of his friend. "Stop it."

Taking a step back, Kiri stares at him for a moment.  "She won't do a scene."

"That's not your decision, nothing is anymore, including her finding a full-time Dom."

Letting out a long sigh, Eijiro puts his hand on Katsuki's shoulder, "I've known her a long time, Bakugou. Remember, I was her first Dom, I know what she needs."

"You're not her Dom anymore," Katsuki knocks his hand away.  "She's independent, let her think for herself or she won't break from you."

"What?" Eijiro rubs his neck and glances away from his intense glare, "we ended it last week, you know that."

"Yeah?"  Katsuki cocjs a brow, "how many times have you texted her since then?" 

Rolling his eyes, Eijiro shrugs.  "A few times, nothing much."

"Let me see your phone."

Grabbing his pocket, he frowns,"fuck that."

"She won't be able to fucking separate, you know that better than anyone. You broke it off clean last week, what the hell happened?"

"Nothing."

"You're a shitty liar, Red."

Taking a deep breath, Eijiro thins his lips.  He can't admit it, not to Bakugou, but fuck, when you'd come back from the conference all you'd talked about was Katsuki.  He never thought he was the jealous type, until now.  "So, I texted her?  Big deal, we talk all the time, we're friends."

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki peers back over his shoulder at you.  You were staring at them pretending to be drinking. Turning back to his friend, he growls at him. "Just cool it Eijiro, if you want her to work with me, you gotta back off."

"I can still be in her life Bakugou," Kiri bit out, he's worried about you.  He'd originally figured a few scenes between the two of you would be fun, but he could tell his friend was more interested than he'd expected. He didn't want you to get hurt.  "And I'm serious, she really is ready for full-time, don't go too deep or it'll really mess her up."

"I'll fucking worry about that," spinning Katsuki was fuming as he walked back to the table.

Watching over your glass, you could see Eijiro's face but they were too far away to tell what they were talking about, then Katsuki turned, you could see he was angry.  Holding your breath, you sip your tea, what the hell was going on?  They sat back down, neither talking.

You eye them both as you pull a menu from the stand.  "So, everything worked out?" 

"Yep, all worked out," Eijiro stares at you, a knowing look fills his red eyes. "So, (y/n) are you ready to do a public scene with him?" He tips his head towards Katsuki.

"I - uh," panic grips your brain.

"See," Kiri leans back, smirking, "I told you."

A warm hand engulfs your own, the same one that had held you last week, this time you notice the scarred skin.  You look up into those crimson eyes, your head is whirling.

Leaning towards you, Katsuki's voice is quiet. "Are you scared or just excited?  It's hard sometimes to pull those two feelings apart."

"Um," you're pretty sure it's fear but you wonder. "I'm not sure," you admit. "Is-is this something you want me to do?"  You're desperate to hear him say yes, to give you no choice but to surrender to his will.

Leaning back, Katsuki shakes his head, "it's not what I want Princess, it's what you want.  No one at this table is telling you what to do." He flicks a quick glance at Eijiro, who nods begrudgingly.

You're rattled by his words, he's making you decide.  Can you make the choice? Your brain screams, you aren't sure.  In your mind you can see the woman from so long ago, stripped almost naked, tied with her arms over her head, all eyes on her.  Somewhere in a hidden corner of your heart you want to be her, to have this man over you, touching you, whispering praises. The idea is so intense you have to squeeze your thighs tight together against the piercing desire flooding your body. "Of course, it should be my decision," your calm tone belies the storm raging in your mind. You smile slightly, "I was just wondering what you thought."  But his face is impassive, you can't tell what he's thinking.

"He's a rigger," Eijiro snaps at you.

You turn to stare at him for a moment trying to understand what he's saying. "What's a rigger?"  You look between the two, you hear Katsuki grunt.

"I tie ropes around people," he watches you closely,  "it's called kinbaku or shibari, an ancient Japanese art."

"Oh."

"Can I take your order?"  You've never been more happy to be interrupted by a server in your life.  Suddenly everyone is focusing on the menus.

"What are you going to have (y/n)?" Katsuki leans forward pulling your gaze back towards him.

"She'll have the cobb salad." Eijiro replies to the waiter, taking over, "stirred, no dressing."  He turns the menu over, "I might have a sandwich." 

Setting down your menu, you nod blankly, stopping at the soft clicking noise coming from the blonde.  He taps his menu on the table, "is that what you want, Princess?" 

Looking up at sweet Eijiro, you feel the comfort of your time together, you know he'll forever be in your heart.  He smiles at you, one that would've left you in a puddle of happiness just a week earlier.  Your hand moves to your throat, which is bare now, no collar. That was his choice. The reality that had stung so painfully, is now beginning to fade. You glance back at Bakugou, the look in his eyes is clearly giving you an open invitation into his world.  A slow smile spreads across your face as you realize that's what you want, it's so clear to you.  To step into his arms and let him show you what he has to offer. "Actually," you stop the server, "I think I'll have a hamburger with ice cream, please."  You boldly stare back at Bakugou, waiting to see his response.  The look of tenderness that unleashes from his glowing red eyes is overwhelming, your breath releases from your lungs in a single gasp.

"When did you start eating burgers?" Eijiro looks up from the menu. 

That earns you a wink, a deep aching pulses through you, settling at your clit.  You pause, catch your breath and shrug, "I had one recently and forgot how good they are."

"Sounds great, I'll have one too."  Katsuki nods to the waiter, putting his menu back into the slot.

"That makes three of us then,"  Eijiro tosses his menu on the table.

After the server leaves, you study the blonde shyly while playing with your silverware. Leaning back, thick legs crossed, he's watching you closely.  All you want to know is what he would do to you on that stage.  Terror and excitement fuse together. You close your eyes and shift in your chair, trying to calm yourself down.  You've never regretted a single moment since that night you met Eijiro, taking a deep breath, you smile as you make your decision, "I have some questions about the event."

"Ask away," Katsuki tips his head, "anything you want to know Princess."

Katsuki picked you up at your apartment to drive you to the club.  You couldn't sit still, playing with your phone, then the seatbelt, finally you start to mess with the a/c.  His large hand stills you.  "It's gonna be okay, I promise."

"And if it's not okay?"  Your default is worry and tonight you are thinking of everything that could definitely go wrong.

"What are you afraid of?"  A bark of laughter escapes your mouth.  He peers at you. "What does that mean?" His voice slightly gruff.

"Everything! Everything is gonna go wrong," you hug yourself.

"Did you stretch out your muscles, eat light and hydrate?"

"I did."

"Were you able to read the articles I sent to you?"

You nod, "mmm hmm."

"What are you afraid of then?  If you're prepared, you'll be fine." He pats your knee and smiles cockily, "besides you have me, and I'm the best."

"You are?" Your voice is small.

"I sure the fuck am," he boasts, "tell me what's got you worried?"

"Well," you lean your head back looking up.  "It might hurt, people will be looking at me, you'll do other stuff to me and I'll be tied up." You start dumping out all your fears. "What if I mess up or even worse,"  your voice drops to a hoarse whisper. "What if I pee or something because I'm freaking scared out of my mind!"  Your body begins to shake.

"First, all of that can happen." 

Slapping your forehead, you sink into the car seat.  "Not much of a pep talker are you Katsuki?"

"I don't lie (y/n), this isn't fucking easy," he turns the car into a large lot that surrounds a big black building.  Parking the car he turns in his seat, his hand stroking your cheek.  "You need to let go and trust me Princess."

You look into those amazing eyes, you can feel your heart speed up, your arguments die on your lips, "I'll try," you croak out.

"If you do, I know you'll want to do this again."

Nodding slowly, you cast a worried look his way, "someone really peed on stage?"

He chuckles softly, "there's no judgment in this world (y/n).  But the scene tonight is going to be shorter than usual, so I'll be doing most of my rope tying off stage, just the two of us, with access to a bathroom," he smiles.  "Then we'll go on stage, but only for about ten minutes, twenty max, depending on how you're doing."  You nod again, eyes owl wide.  "Everything is about you tonight Princess, I won't do one thing that doesn't involve you once we start."

"What if you have to go to the bathroom?" You quip sarcastically.

"Then I guess I'll pee my pants."  You cast him a long look to see if he's joking, but his face is set, his eyes not wavering.  You swallow hard.

"Okay," you take a deep breath, "let's go in."

Sitting in a personal room, you wait on the couch fidgeting with a water bottle.  You decided to stop drinking, but you cling to it anyway.   The door opens and you lurch to your feet, Katsuki steps through rolling a bag behind him.

"Okay, we're set, we just need to go over a few things and then we can start."

"Oh shit," you breathe out, "I have to pee."

"That's what I love about you Princess." Laughing he points to a door in the corner, "this room has its own bathroom."

You dash inside and close the door.  Coming back out, your heart is pounding so hard, you think you might be close to having an anxiety attack.  Moving slowly you eye the large bag. "What's that?"

"My stuff, didn't Eijiro have a travel bag?"

You shrug, "we didn't do much away, just his place and he doesn't use too much equipment." You sit down blushing, "mainly his hands, spanking stuff like that."  Sliding on the couch, Katsuki closes the gap between you, leaning into your body.

"Did you fill out the checklist for me?"

"Yeah," you hand him the sheet you'd tucked in your pocket.  Unfolding the paper he reads it slowly.

"This is good," he nods, "did you do this by yourself?" He stares at you expecting the truth.

"I did."

Scanning the paper he begins to read. "Thighs, butt, arms, calves, breasts and back are all okay for touch and impact play."

"Yes," your heart is beating even wilder thinking about what he would do to you in all of those places.  "When do we go on?" Your tongue is thick in your mouth but you don't dare drink water now.

"We have time, I requested the first slot, so the audience will be lighter than usual as most everyone shows up late.  That door there," he points to a dark green door on the opposite side of the room, "is the stage.  Once I have you mostly tied up, we'll go straight out.  I'll finish the remaining ties on stage and complete the scene.  After we're done, I'll take you to another room, untie you and we'll relax together."

"Fuck," it just slips out.  His arm loops over your shoulder.

"Let's finish this before you pass out."  He smiles as you choke out a laugh, elbowing him.  He grunts playfully, touching your cheek, his eyes soft. "It's gonna be good (y/n). If not," he looks down for a moment.

"If not, you owe me a week's vacation at that fancy spa up north," you chide him jokingly.

"Deal."

"What?"

"If you don't like what happens today, I promise I will take you on a week's vacation to an amazing spa. "He lowers his head against your ear brushing it lightly with his finger, "just the two of us."   The heat of his breath mixes with the fear coursing through your body, you inhale sharply.

Picking the list back up, he continues to read. "Hard limit is being naked in front of the crowd, no punctures or knife play and no intercourse on stage," he turns the paper over, "is that it?"

"Um, that seemed like a lot."

"Not really, pretty standard. What about my quirk?" He pops a spark off from his hand.

You freeze watching his hand light up, you always had a thing for fire.  "Explosion play is acceptable," you whisper.  He grunts softly.  Turning, you look up into his face, "what about you?"

"Me?"

"What are your hard limits?"

A grin splits his face, he smooths your hair back, "do you know, you are the first sub to ever ask that question?"

"Is that good?"

"I think so," he kisses your cheek leaving his face so close, you can feel the stubble on his chin.  "I agree, no puncturing, no knife play or sex on stage, sensual touching at the most.  I won't hit your face and I don't do breath control, not my style."

"Oh, good," you swallow again, "I should put those on my list too."

"Since this is your first time with ropes, I won't hang you or secure any of your limbs together."

"Hang me?"

"Suspension work, that can come later."

"Later?" You squeak back, suddenly you burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."  You cover your mouth, trying to see his eyes but he's so close you can only see his full lips, anticipation begins pooling in your groin, you can already feel the aching tension building up behind your clit.

"It does sound strange but if you like tonight-"

"If I don't, I get a week at the spa," you interrupt him, hugging your knees trying to create distance so you can breathe.

"Right," pulling you back into him, his mouth brushes your cheek lightly.  His warmth is dazzling.  "If you do, and I hope you will, it really opens up so much that we can do together."

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending more time with him, you feel silly.  He probably has a hundred subs lined up to work with him, but the way Katsuki is looking at you, you feel like you're the only one. You smile slyly. "I'm torn, a week at the spa or," you look into his fiery eyes, a cocky grin cuts across his face.

"I know you'll like it, Princess, remember I'm the fucking best."

You laugh unconsciously, biting your lip.  "Did you see my safety words?" You change the conversation, "I like the color system."

"Green, yellow, red?"

"Yeah, I've only used red a couple of times, usually when I said yellow, Eijiro would back down pretty fast."  He nods, folding the paper and slides it into his pocket.

Leaning back over, he cups your chin studying your face. "Last question, (y/n).  What do you want to get out of tonight?"

Blinking you pause, "what do you mean?"

"Why are you doing this?" Katsuki lays his other hand on your thigh gently rubbing.

Thinking for a moment, you can still see that scene from your first time in the club. Your body quivers every time you think of that woman.  "When I met Eijiro, that night, there was a woman on stage.  The man was whipping her, she was blindfolded and restrained."  You lay your hand on his, shaking slightly, "the man was connected to her, I could see that, and the woman had completely given herself over to him," you tip your head. "I mean completely, to the point that he could have done anything to her, but he didn't."

"How'd you feel seeing that?"  He runs his hand over your thigh.

Blushing a deep red, you peek at him, "I have a hard time... um, giving up control to anyone." You shrug, "that scene... when I think about it, I get really turned on, more than anything I've ever experienced." Blonde brows rise, you can see the approval in his eyes.  Happiness wells up inside you.

"Even your sessions with Eijiro?"

Leaning back you look up, "he was different, he was more about mental dominance, spanking, some restraints, brat play, stuff like that."

"What kind of restraints?"

"Well when we were first together, he'd fallen asleep and I decided to go for a walk, just stretch my legs, but I didn't tell him I was leaving.  When I got back," you laugh now at the memory. "He leashed me to his bed for an entire day as punishment, with food of course."

"That's all?"

"Oh no, he tied me up on other occasions too."

"No, I meant your punishment, he only leashed you to the bed?"

"Yes?" Hesitation lacing your voice.

A smile tugged at Katsuki's lips as he clicked his tongue. "I'm gonna tell you (y/n), I'm not soft like him, I would have exacted a much tougher punishment on you."  Stroking your leg, he squeezes your muscle hard as emphasis.  "As you may have guessed already, I like impact play.  To see your gorgeous skin with my marks makes me." Katsuki's fingers are now trailing up your thigh, "very happy." 

Shuddering in response, your stomach flips as chills spread out over your leg, you hold his hand. "How many marks?"

"Nothing more than you can handle."

"Um, okay," you look down, what would it feel like to have this hand hit you?

"But I also love watching you heal, seeing the bruises and welts fade, watching your skin glow with health, I'm torn between which is more beautiful."

"What do you use to hit with?"  You think of the whips you saw that night, peering around him at the case.  "Can I see what you have in there?" You point to the large travel bag.  Turning he pulls it between his legs, you watch as he pauses with his hand on the zipper.

"No, I think we'll wait on that."

Fear slices through your body, "I thought we're supposed to negotiate everything?"

"We did, you told me what you are willing to allow, now it's up to me to give you what you want." 

The sense of dread and sexual tension expands from your chest to your groin, your blood pounding mercilessly.  "You know what I want?" Your voice registers surprise, you barely understand what you want.

"I think I do (y/n)."  Picking up a small gift bag, Katsuki hands it to you.

"What's this?"

"A present, I think this will be nice for you to wear tonight, sexy but not overly exposing."

"Th-thank you, I did wear something." You look down inside your shirt.

"Take a look and you decide which one you'd rather wear, I'm happy either way."

Opening the bag, you gasp as you pull out the most exquisite lingerie set you've ever seen. The sheer bra, garter and panties were embroidered with small flowers in purples, yellows, and reds.  The sheer thigh highs have a fishnet pattern barely visible.  "This is so beautiful," holding it up as you look at him.  "But don't women wear black leather, chains and bustiers for these things?"

"Some do," his body still so close as he touches the light fabric. "Tonight is about you, remember? You wear what you want to wear."

Clutching the gorgeous lingerie, you smile.  "I like this, it's classy."

"That's what I thought when I saw it, exactly something you would wear, sexy but still leaving something to the imagination."

Laughing, you nod, "that's me."

"Why don't you go put it on and see if it fits, I'm pretty good with size, but I had to guess."

"You could've asked Eijiro."

"I could've."

"Right," you nod, "understand." Clearly Katsuki was not interested in mixing him between the two of you.  After lunch the other day, it was clear that they were not on the same page.  Jumping up, you head to the bathroom to change. "I'll be out in a moment." 

Standing in front of the mirror, you can barely believe how well everything fits your body.  You aren't sure if you're impressed or jealous that he'd sized you so well.  You could tell that it was very expensive, the fabric looked fragile but it was actually quite durable.  The small flowers were cleverly placed to cover your nipples.  Turning around you bend over looking between your legs in the mirror. This was where you wanted to have the most coverage, in case he bent you over in front of the crowd.  A tremor ripples through your body at that thought.  Taking a calming breath, you reach through your legs and adjust the fabric, covering your entire pussy. You stand again, looking over your shoulder to see the high cut over your butt.  He had chosen very well.  "Okay, here we go," you grab the handle, opening the door.  His red eyes light up as they roam over your body.

"You're so beautiful."  Katsuki walks around you, running his finger along the straps, your nipples flare against the soft fabric. 

"Do you feel sexy?"  His eyes staring at your taut nipples.

"I - I do,"  you know your cheeks are flaming red.

"Good."

You notice he's changed as well.  He's now wearing black dress pants, a blood red long sleeve shirt with the cuffs turned up past his wrists, a dark black vest and tie.   "You look really nice too."

"Do I?" He smiles as he adjusts the tie.  "I don't usually wear suits, but I figured since you're all dressed up." 

You laugh reaching up, you feel the soft fabric of his vest, "thank you."  He looks extremely sexy and powerful.  You trace his tie with your fingers, realizing he would yield this power over you tonight.  This time instead of fear, you feel a rush of excitement.

"Are you ready to start?"

"Sure," you take a deep breath, "I think we've covered everything."  The excitement radiates further, you look down to hide the telltale flush on your cheeks. 

"One last thing."

You look up, "what?"

"My name and yours, to get into the right headspace," he taps his finger on your forehead. "I find it helps to use different names."

"Oh, right, I called Eijiro, Sir."

"Since we've got nothing formal between us, I'll call you bunny from this point forward, since you're my rope bunny tonight."  You giggle softly.

"I like that."

He cocks a brow, "what would you like to call me?  I think you should choose since tonight is about you."

"Master," the name rolls off your tongue immediately, you clamp your mouth shut, blushing, not sure why you'd blurted that out.

"Master?"  Red eyes flare for a moment, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "My bunny may call me Master."

"Really?" You rush out, "I love that name, are you sure?"

"Just remember bunny, you chose the name, not me."

"Right, I did."

"Tonight, you will call me Master until I give you the command to call me by my name, understand?"

You nod, "I do." 

Katsuki stares at you with those molten red eyes, he crosses his arms, clearly waiting.  You look around the small room wondering what he wants. "Um, should I stand somewhere?"

Not moving, he clicks his tongue. Finally, he picks up a small leather crop.  "I'll give this one to you for free, bunny, how do you address me?"

"Master?"  Giant goosebumps flare painfully across your skin as your brain feels the familiar rush of endorphins at the thought of him now as your Master.  Your knees go weak.

"Correct, and when I asked if you understood, what should you say?"  Your eyes grow wide in understanding.

"I do, Master."

"Good bunny," he taps your thigh with the crop.  "Stand at attention."

Immediately you strike the pose that you had learned from your time with Eijiro.  Walking around you slowly, he moves your hands forward, pushes your chin up slightly, you can hear him mumbling as he makes minor adjustments to your body.  "Perfect," he decides, stepping back, appraising you.  Finally he bends down picking something up, tilting your neck, you notice several looped ropes lying on the ground.  Glancing over his shoulder at you, the hand holding the crop moves suddenly.  A sharp smack on your thigh stuns you, pain tingling across your skin. 

"Is that how you stand at attention?"

"No Master," you turn your head, staring straight forward.  Your heart slamming painfully in your chest.  Now you know.  He's very different from Eijiro.

As he uncoils the first rope, he moves in your line of sight, you hold your pose.

"May I touch you?"

"What?" You're confused, his brows raise as the crop lands on your thigh again.  You gasp loudly.  "What, Master?" You correct yourself.

"The hard limits you set earlier gave me the places I can touch you while on stage." He reaches out, running his finger over your bottom lip, "here in private, may I touch you anywhere?"

You stare at his beautiful eyes, still blazing, the deep ache for that touch is almost painful.  "Anywhere?" you breathe out softly.  The sting on your thigh and the click of his tongue blend together.  "Anywhere? Master," you cry out, your skin feeling the fire of the crop. 

His finger is still gently running over your lip, Katsuki steps close, his body heat warming your skin.  "When tonight is over bunny, I'm hoping that you'll consider me as more than a friend."  His face inches from yours, he gives you a soft kiss, "because I want you."   Pulling back he waits for you, watching as you try to decide. 

You reel from his words, "me Master?" Any fear that lingers now evaporates as desire whips through your body.  "I want you too Master," you're not hesitating any more, "and you may touch me wherever you wish."   Smiling that amazingly beautiful smile, he pulls your hand up to his lips for a kiss.

"I promise you bunny, you won't regret saying yes."

You want to laugh, but you bite your lip, he's still holding the leather crop and you aren't sure what he'll find appropriate.  Your mind is careening wildly between complete elation from what he said and worry that you'll earn another stripe from his quick hand.

"Now stand still so I can begin tying you up."  Uncoiling the rope, he tests the length. "Once I get your chest tied, we'll finish the rest on stage."  Cupping your chin, he holds your gaze, "remember, tell me if something is tight or feels uncomfortable so I can make adjustments. Don't try to help me and," he smiles wickedly, "don't hold back bunny, make all the noises you want."

"Yes Master," your head starts to feel light as he begins to wrap the rope around your body.   You weren't sure what you were expecting, you'd never seen rope tying.  The articles he'd sent you were how to be a good rope bunny but all of the pictures just looked painful and unsatisfying.  You worry that you won't be turned on by the ropes, would he still want you?  Blowing out a long breath, you need to know, "Master?"

"Yes bunny?" He slides the rope around your body, his fingers gently moving along your skin, you inhale sharply as he makes his first tie, it's enticingly erotic to feel the rope pull so gently over your skin.  "Nothing like the first tie, is there?" Katsuki murmurs quietly, watching you intently.

"It's... surprising." You shudder, his fingers are caressing your skin as he pulls the rope taut, his other hand gliding along the rope checking to make sure it's not twisted.  He begins to pull it around and down over your shoulders.  His fingers slow as he guides the rope between your breasts. Wrapping it back around, his arms hold you firmly, you can feel his hands moving behind you as he finishes his second tie.

"Second tie is nice too," his warm breath grazes your neck.  His hands tug the rope tight.

This time the rope squeezes along the tender skin of your chest. You let out a deep moan as your nipples grow even harder, pushing painfully through the gauzy fabric of your bra.  His fingers are now moving over his second tie. You can feel them following the rope over your shoulders, heading down to your breasts. You groan again as they get close, a flush of desire making your head swim.

"You like that?"

"I do," you admit as an almost unbearable throbbing teases your clit, the need for release becoming desperate.  The sharp slap on your thigh snaps you back. "What?" You look at him. The crop lands again.  "Master!" You scramble to remember your command.  "I do, Master," you feel the heat on your thigh, your nerves twitch from the sting. 

Staring down at your leg, he touches the growing red welt bright on your skin, warm from the rush of blood.  "Do you see my mark?" 

"No, Master, I can't look, if I do I'll break my pose."

"Smart bunny," he chuckles as he moves back to the rope, clipping his leather crop back to his belt.  Running his fingers along the rope, he checks your skin as he moves to your breasts, he pauses at your hard nipples bursting through the bra. "You have gorgeous nipples, bunny."

"Thank you Master," you blush hoping he'll do more than look.

Grabbing another rope, he pushes your arms upwards and begins to bind your breasts, winding down and around, letting his fingers brush your hard nipples with every movement. Your groans letting him know that you are feeling every touch.  "Do you like that?"  Pulling the rope taut, your chest bunches up under the constraints.  His eyes take in his work. "That is the most perfect pair of tied breasts I have ever seen."  He smiles, letting his fingers wander over your soft mounds now spilling from the bra.

The feeling of the rope around your back, neck, and shoulders is amazing, consistent, but not painful.  The tightness is almost comforting, like a bandaid that's a little too tight around a cut.  But the rope around your breasts awakens something deep inside you as the throbbing ache expands from your clit to deep inside you, you move your hips desperate for pressure.  "Master," you whisper.  You wonder if he'll let you touch yourself.

"Yes?"  He uncoils another rope, still facing you, adjusting your arms behind your back, his vest brushing firmly against your bound breasts and nipples.  

You moan louder now feeling as wetness pool between your legs.  The rope winds around your arms and waist, his fingers moving deftly over you, touching firmly but gently as he ties another knot.  Tugging the rope he pulls your arms securely behind your back.  You realize you can't touch yourself anymore, the beating pulse in your clit can't be released by anyone but him.

"Yes?" His voice is more stern.

You can't reply, the need for release gripping you so hard, you wonder if you can cum without anyone touching you.  There's a sharp slap on your thigh, a quick burning stab of pain.

"I've answered you twice," Katsuki lifts your chin with his hand, he can see your pupils are dilated, dark with desire.  Smiling he caresses your cheek and kisses you, letting his lips dance over your soft mouth.

You push into him, like a divining rod the kiss leaps directly to the expanding ball of pressure on your clit, your muscles contract as you push closer to orgasm. "Yes," you breath out, closing your eyes as his lips move softly across your jaw.  Another sharp slap pulls a cry from your lips, as your irritated skin is jarred by another blow.  "What? Master?"  You try to push out the right words.

Reaching down between your legs, Katsuki feels your wetness, your legs clamp down on his hand.  Another slap on your thigh as the marks begin to cross one another. You jerk your thighs open, letting him go.

"You're such a wet bunny, I think you might like my ropes," his voice is husky as his hand stays pressed on the thin fabric of your underwear. 

You wait for his fingers to move and pull out the cascading ache in you.  "Master please, I'm so close."  His other hand moves around behind you, pulling the rope tight, your bent arms nestle snugly into your back.

"Not yet, bunny." His hand moves away, you hiss at the loss of pressure.

"Just wanna cum," you whine under your breath almost inaudibly.  Another slap sends pain lacing along the skin of your hip this time.  He wraps his arms around you again, holding you while you take a shaky breath.

Katsuki chuckles, he kisses you, his tongue gently tracing your lip.

The tenderness of the kiss melts you, your body going almost limp as he sucks on your lips, tongue exploring your mouth.  Your mind starts to disconnect as another wave of endorphins hits your brain.   The pain on your thigh feels softer now, not as intense. "Master," you chase his lips as he pulls from the kiss.

"You're an amazing bunny,"  he slides his hands over the intricate ropes. "Look at you,"  turning you to the floor to ceiling mirror, you can see your entire torso is now covered in beautiful ties and rope designs.  Katsuki steps back to admire your body. "I'd like to get a picture of you."  He reaches in his bag, lifting his phone. 

"O-Okay."

Snapping a photo of you, he wraps his arms around you from behind, showing you the picture he's taken.  "This is only for me."

You almost laugh, wrapped in his arms, tied by his ropes, he could've told you he was sending the picture to everyone in your company and you still would've said yes. The desperate need for release clutching at every thought in your head.  "Master," you look up your eyes wide, begging, "please, will you touch me?"

His face transforms into a smile, fiery eyes glowing with his hunger for you.  Katsuki kisses your neck inhaling your scent, he grunts.  The desire to take you at that moment is overwhelming.  Closing his eyes, he nips at your skin, he wants to go slow, "You asked so beautifully so I will bunny."

Relief washes over you, as your hips buck forward.  "Thank you, Master."

"Not now though." Picking up a small bag, he guides you to the door, his chest pressed firmly against you, one arm swung around your hip.  "It's time to go on stage."

Your head spins as you stare at the door, coming around in front of you he thumbs your cheek.  "Now bunny," he thins his lips. "It's time to turn up the intensity, you've had two endorphin rushes, I've been counting, one more and you should get close to subspace."

Shuddering visibly, you crave that feeling, the complete surrender that seeps into every crevice of your being, until you're just floating. "I want-"  His mouth descends, capturing you in a deep kiss, his hands moving over your body.  The kiss drags you further under. You lean into his warmth. His fingers are moving deliberately, you realize he is pulling at the knots.  The comforting squeeze around your body changes instantly, the ropes tighten harshly, digging into your flesh.  At the same time the sting of his crop flares across your right butt cheek.  Pulling from the kiss you cry out. "Please!"

"Bunny,"  his hand digs into your hair pulling your head back and kissing you.  You're reeling from the two different sides of him at once. "How do you address me?" Another slice of pain as the crop lands again.

"Master," you whimper under his assault.

Squeezing his fist, your scalp tingles at the pressure as he pulls your hair.  The desperate tightness around your breasts is painfully arousing.  The crop lands again on your ass, several fast blows.  Your mouth falls open, your eyes round, as the pain shoots through your body.  Course chills grate your flesh, your lungs catch up to the pain and a guttural cry escapes your throat. 

"That was beautiful," Katsuki kisses your neck, moving up to your ear, "only a few more seconds," he whispers encouragingly.  "You're doing so good, such an amazing bunny. No one even comes close to you, stay with me and it'll all be worth it."  He continues landing blows steadily on the same spot. Grabbing your face with his fingers, his gaze pierces through your haze. "Count bunny, count to five and it stops."

"One!  Two! Three!"  You yell as you close your eyes, saliva pools at the corners of your mouth.  The pain is beyond anything you've experienced before.

"Bunny."

"Sorry Master!" You sob. "Four! Five!"  Like magic, the pain stops and the ropes go slack. Chest heaving, you look up into his face, he's smiling.

"Good girl."

You laugh harshly, licking your lips. A buzzing fills your head as another wave of endorphins overtakes your mind.  You stumble forward, losing control of your body, you sink into his arms.  Everything is hazy, a foggy dream wraps around your brain.  Looking up at him in that moment you want to cry at the intensity of emotions running through you.   He is your Master, your reason for being, a prickling flush of heat spreads across your skin.  You want to touch him, to run your hands through his blonde spikes but your hands won't move. "Master," you're transfixed by the loving expression on his face.

"Yes bunny?" 

You try to say everything at once but nothing comes out.  He tugs on his main knot, there is a feeling of pure bliss as his ropes bind you tighter, you lean your cheek into his chest, "am I really a good rope bunny?" 

Chuckling he cradles you for a moment.  "The best bunny I could ever want."  Opening the door, he gently strokes your cheek, "it's time."

In that moment you could not be happier. Your mind is only focused on his words, which you echo, "I'm the best rope bunny."   He is moving around you, setting up your body as you drift hazily in and out.  Whispers of praise in your ears fill you with a bursting flood of joy.  More ropes are added around your hips and waist, snaking in loops painfully across your skin, you only sigh. The torment pushes you further into the growing bliss. Everything tightens digging deep, you gasp as he leans into you, his hand rubbing your inflamed back.

"Anything especially uncomfortable?" His eyes are focused solely on you. 

Trying to feel the the ropes around your body, you shake your head, "no Master."

"You ready again bunny?"

You furrow your brow trying to understand him. "For what Master?"  He clicks his tongue, stroking your bound arms.  The sharp slap of the crop barely registers.

"It's time, bunny, to completely surrender." The ropes tighten, searing your skin as his fingers move across the knots.  Again the crop lands on your back but the pain is distant.  

"Master," it's the only word you can utter. Looking sideways you see the edge of the crowd. 

Katsuki pops a soft blow on your lower back. "Only me bunny, don't look there."

"Yes Master," you cast another quick glance back, your mind is fuzzy but standing in the back, you think you see him, Eijiro? You hear a fierce growl.

The crop lands again with an intensity that rips you back to him, gripping your face he forces your eyes on him.  "Almost time to count bunny,"  lifting the crop he begins to land more blows across your back.

"Master?" You whimper, the new sensations breaking through your haze.  You're almost ready to yell your safety word when his lips are near your neck again, breath tickling your ear. "Count to five bunny and give yourself to me."

A warm arm is under your cheek, you move feeling the smooth skin.  Something amazingly soft is touching your entire body, slowly waking you look to see what is so luxurious, a light gray fur blanket is wrapped around your body, tickling your chin. 

"Don't move," Katsuki sees your eyes opening.  He pulls you tighter against his body.

Freezing you try to remember where you are, you move to adjust your body, pain radiates from your skin.  "Ow!"

"I told you not to move," he scolds you gently.  His hands brushing your face.  "The ropes are off and I put medicine on your body but I couldn't give you anything for the pain until you woke up."

Moving your head to see him, you yelp, his face is directly in front of yours.  Laughing, you almost start crying as a shuddering wave of nervousness releases through you.  "You're so close," you push back but his arms hold you still.

"You don't like following orders do you?"  Katsuki nips your ear, "don't move (y/n)."

"Sorry," you nod.  You lay quietly in his arms.  He's right, the stinging pain ebbs as you let your bodies settle into each other.  His hand strokes your hair lightly.  "Thank you Master."  You murmur, you hear him sigh.

"You may call me Katsuki."

"Oh," your voice is laced with as much disappointment as his. "Katsuki," you whisper. Taking a deep breath you smell the light scent of candles burning.   "Where are we?"

"Mmm, another private room.  We can stay here as long as you need."

Glancing around you see it's a beautiful room, decorated in an older style of traditional Japanese decor. "It's beautiful," a small fountain trickles as koto music plays softly.  "None of the other people will need this room?"  You don't want to leave such a serene and gorgeous place.

"This is my own private space, no one will bother us here."

You blink while taking in the serene room, "your own room?"  How many women have laid here with him?  A burning heat flushes your cheeks, you try to turn your head to hide.  His finger slips under your chin, he clicks his tongue.

"It's not like that (y/n), I'm a Pro-Hero, the highest level of discretion is needed for me.  I'm not the only one with a room."  He stares into your wide eyes. "Since this is my home club they offer it to me," he smiles, " it gives them a powerful draw for members."

"Oh okay,"  the image of other subs still lingers in your mind.

"Stop," he pinches your chin lightly.  "You're dropping right now, emotions are chaotic for you.  I'm a Dom, as you are a Sub.  I do work with other women but,"  his voice trails off.

"But?" You raise your brows, you tip your head.  He sucks in a big breath as he kisses your forehead. 

"I'll get you some medicine."  He begins to pull away.   Clutching at his wide shoulders, you grimace at the pain but you need him.

"No, you can't leave," your heart hammers at your boldness but you're sure you'll fall apart without him holding you.  "Stay here with me, please."

Blonde eyebrows shoot up as he laughs softly. "My amazing Princess, I'm not sure which I like more."

"Which?" You furrow your brow, "what do you mean?"

"The fiery princess in my arms now or the completely surrendered bunny earlier."  He shakes his head, what was it about you that had such a powerful effect on him?   "But I need to get up and get something for you. What happens when you're complaining later?  You need to take something." 

"Katsuki," you whine, peeking through your lashes.  "I'm the one dropping, please stay here, this is so nice."

Sighing he squints at you sternly, his expression melting into a teasing smile, "you rule the drop Princess, so, I guess I'm all yours."

"Yes," you glare back playfully, "you're mine," your voice trips, "no one else's."

"Mmmm" he hums, laying his face on yours, "whatever my Princess wants, she gets."

[ghostsinthemeadow]

Hues of Obsession. Chapter 1.

THE LONELY SURVIVOR.

Yoon Bum stood in front of the charred remains of Sangwoo's house, the memories of their twisted bond still haunting him like blurry figures in the shadows.  His heart ached with an intricate mixture of emotions — longing, fear, and a profound sense of loss. Sangwoo, the object of his desire and his terror, was gone now. The flames that had helped consume the younger man's life also scorched Bum's soul; but the memories of their intimacy were not so easily extinguished, they burned within him still, leaving him battered and broken. 

The sight before him was a stark reminder of the fragility of their bond, built upon a foundation of manipulation and obsession... a bond that had ensnared them both in a dangerous dance, where roles of victim and perpetrator blurred with terrifying ease. 

He reached out tentatively, as if expecting Sangwoo's touch to materialize out of the dust that, months later, still hung in the air. But there was only emptiness, and a cold realization that he was truly alone now. The flames had not just marred the house; they had razed his illusions, leaving him to confront the harsh truth of what their relationship had truly been. 

As he turned away from the desolate scene, Bum knew that he could never truly escape the haunting presence of Sangwoo; their bond, forged in darkness and pain, would forever linger in the corners of his mind, a reminder of a chapter in his life that could never be erased. 

In a way, Sangwoo's death had brought a semblance of frail closure, yet it also ripped away the only anchor Bum had in a world that had always seemed cruel and indifferent. With Sangwoo gone, Bum found himself adrift, like a ship lost at sea, tossed about by the merciless waves of his own grief and guilt. 

As days blurred into nights, Bum struggled to make sense of his shattered existence. He wandered the city streets aimlessly, his footsteps echoing in the empty alleys like the hollow beats of his own heart. With no family or friends to turn to, he became a ghost among the living, haunting the fringes of society, his presence unnoticed and his pain unacknowledged.  

To survive, Bum took on a variety of odd jobs wherever opportunity presented itself: he scrubbed greasy floors in shabby, fluorescent-lit restaurants that reeked of old oil. His hands, once soft and unblemished, now bore tiny cuts from hours spent gripping worn-out scrub brushes and mops. When the restaurant work ran dry, he found himself washing dishes in rundown cafes with cracked windows and flickering neon signs. The steam from the industrial sinks mingled with the sour scent of burnt coffee grounds, impregnating his clothes and clinging to his skin like a second layer of filth.  In moments of sheer necessity, Bum mopped the sticky floors of shady bars, where the air was thick with the stench of stale beer and cigarettes. The laughter and chatter of patrons a welcome noise that drowned out his thoughts, yet each sweep of the mop was a silent protest against his own sense of insignificance. 

These menial tasks, sometimes demeaning, served as painful reminders of his dwindling place in society. Each job underscored his status as a ghostly figure, unnoticed and unremarkable in a world that seemed to have forgotten him. 

But it was during the long, lonely nights that Bum's despair truly engulfed him. With nowhere else to turn, he sought refuge in the cold embrace of shelters and soup kitchens scattered throughout the city. Places that, with their flickering fluorescent lights and creaky floors, offered little solace from the harsh realities of his existence. 

In such places, Bum often found himself in cramped rooms filled with rows of narrow, metal-framed beds, where the air was stale and musty, with a lingering scent of sweat and disinfectant permeating the space. Threadbare blankets barely provided warmth against the chill that seeped through cracked windows and worn-out walls. 

Here, he would shuffle in line for a steaming bowl of watery broth served by weary volunteers, the food, though scarce, offered a fleeting respite from gnawing hunger. Around him, other shelter dwellers, their faces etched with exhaustion and resignation, exchanged greetings or shared quiet moments of camaraderie born from shared hardship. 

As he huddled beneath old blankets, listening to the snores and murmurs of his fellow shelter visitors, Bum's mind was consumed by the void left by Sangwoo's absence. He replayed their twisted connection over and over in his mind, dissecting every cruel word and violent gesture that had defined their bond, the moments of tenderness overshadowed by manipulation and fear. In the silence of the shelter, with only the distant hum of traffic outside and the occasional snore, Bum wrestled with the loneliness left by Sangwoo's absence. It was here, amidst the anonymity of shelter life, that he confronted the stark reality of his own vulnerability and the haunting memories of their twisted connection. But try as he might, Bum could find no solace in the memories of their past. Sangwoo's death had closed the door on that chapter of his life, leaving behind only scars that refused to heal and open wounds that festered with each passing day. 

And so, with a heavy heart and a weary soul, Bum trudged onward, his footsteps echoing in the darkness as he searched for a glimmer of optimism where all hope seemed unreachable.

As the days turned into weeks, Yoon Bum's desperation grew. Each passing moment felt like a burden bearing down on him, suffocating him with the weight of his ever-present loneliness. He drifted through the city streets like a ghost, his hollow eyes reflecting the emptiness of his soul, until... 

...One fateful day, as he wandered aimlessly through the alleys of the city, Bum stumbled upon a building that seemed to rise out of the darkness like a beacon of hope. Its looming presence cast a shadow over the surrounding buildings, its windows cloaked in enigma and intrigue. 

The complex loomed over the cityscape like a forgotten relic, its weathered facade bearing the signs of time and neglect, yet still exuding an eerie allure that drew in weary souls seeking refuge. 

A sign caught his attention, its bold letters announcing that rooms were available for rent at a surprisingly cheap price. It was a ray of sunlight in the sea of despair that had become his life. Though he couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty, the idea of having a space of his own, even if it turned out to be less than ideal, was a tantalizing prospect. Anything would be better than the shelters where some of the residents grew aggressive after nightfall, their frustration boiling over into violence. With a hesitant but determined step, Bum pushed open the heavy metal door and stepped inside... 

As he stepped into the faintly illuminated foyer of the complex, he was greeted by the sight of a tall, wiry man with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. His slender frame seemed to sway with an almost theatrical flair, and his attire, a flamboyant ensemble of colorful vests and a hat tilted rakishly to the side, echoed the eccentricity of his character. His short, jet-black hair was neatly styled, framing a face adorned with a thin, curled mustache and a perpetual grin that danced between charm and cunning. With each gesture, he exuded an aura of extravagant charisma, a magnetic presence commanding attention and curiosity in equal measure. The man, who Bum assumed was the landlord, leaned casually against the reception desk, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 

"Welcome, my friend," the man said, his voice smooth, "What brings you to our humble abode?" 

Bum hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to articulate the swirling thoughts and emotions that churned within him. "I... I was just p-passing by," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "I saw the sign outside and... I was curious." 

The man's smirk widened into a wide grin. "Ah, curiosity is a powerful thing, my friend," he said, nodding knowingly. "And what, may I ask, has piqued your curiosity today?"  

Bum glanced around the foyer, taking in the gloomy corridors and the faded wallpaper peeling from the walls. "I was wondering about... the p-price," he said, his voice trailing off uncertainly. 

At this, the man's grin grew even wider. "Ah, the price," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Well, my friend, let me tell you something. The price of entry into our little community is... quite reasonable, if I do say so myself." 

Bum furrowed his brow in confusion. "Reasonable? How much are we talking about here?"  

Bum's heart skipped a beat as the man continued, "It's 190.000 wons a month."

His eyes widened in surprise, it was a sum he could afford, barely. With a glimmer of hope igniting in his chest, he hesitated only momentarily before asking, "M-may I see the accommodations?" 

The man's grin widened even further, if that were possible. "Of course, my friend. Follow me," he said, gesturing for Bum to follow him down one of the faintly illuminated corridors. 

Bum fell into step behind the man, his footsteps echoing softly against the worn wooden floors. The corridor, lined with doors, stretched out before them, the walls were adorned with peeling wallpaper, the faded floral patterns barely visible beneath layers of grime and neglect. 

They stopped in front of a small door, the paint peeling and the handle slightly rusted. The man swung the door open with a creak, revealing a small room bathed in soft, golden rays of sunlight that filtered through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the weathered furnishings. An old bed, its wooden frame worn and creaky, occupied one corner, the mattress lumpy and uneven beneath well-worn blankets. Opposite the bed stood a modest wardrobe, it's faded paint peeling in places, revealing the dull wood beneath, the brass handles, once shiny, were now tarnished with age. A small table, its surface covered in countless marks and scratches, occupied the opposite wall, accompanied by a solitary chair, its legs wobbly from years of use. Throughout the room, dust and grime clung stubbornly to every surface, coating the worn floors and clinging to the peeled walls.  

Bum stepped inside, his eyes sweeping over every inch of the small room with a mix of apprehension and unease. The air was heavy with the scent of mold and decay, a stark contrast to the bustling life outside the window.  The space was modest, to be sure, but it was a sanctuary away from the chaos of the outside world. 

"The kitchen, bathroom, and patio are shared between all the tenants," the man explained, his voice echoing softly in the dusty room. 

Bum nodded, his mind already made up. "I'll take it", he said, his voice barely above a whisper. And as he stepped into his new home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding settle over him like an icy blanket. It wasn't much, but it was a start—a chance to escape the darkness that had consumed him, and maybe... just maybe...forge a new path forward, no matter how uncertain it may be. 

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[chaletnz]

Cajas National Park Tour

Around 6am the driver was yelling out Cuenca and I wondered if we were here already or if he was shouting out to get people at this station to get onboard for the ride to Cuenca. I wasn’t expecting to arrive until 7 or 8am and my phone didn’t load a map at all which is usually when it’s a random place I’ve never loaded on it before. The driver came down and told me that this was Cuenca, the final stop so I asked for directions to a taxi and headed off. I jumped in one waiting cab and gave him the names of the two streets that my hotel was on the corner of and he found it no problem. The ride on the meter came out to be $1.49 so I gave him $2 and then checked in. I’d booked for the night before so my room was ready waiting and Andrés the receptionist led me upstairs. He was kind and only charged me for one night since I hadn’t been there last night due to the flood that was no fault of my own, and I had contacted him in advance. I would’ve paid the 2 nights if he’d asked but I kept my mouth shut and paid him in cash as he requested. I messaged Edison my tour guide and let him know that I had arrived in Cuenca and was ready for the tour as soon as he was ready. He replied back quickly and said he would pick me up at 8:45am so I took a shower and then went for a quick coffee at Cafe Ñucallacta. Edison picked me up on time and we drove out to Cajas National Park through various different neighbourhoods to get a feel for Cuenca city on our way out. He told me the history of Cuenca, founded in 1557 and it’s the 3rd largest city in Ecuador after Quito and Guayaquil. The historic city centre is a unesco protected world heritage site. This city trades in agricultural products, cattle, hides, and marble. He gave me a few tips on places to visit with my afternoon, evening, and morning before I fly out tomorrow afternoon. It took about 45 minutes to reach the trailhead of the trek in the park we would be doing today. It was about 3400m above sea level and I felt the air was thinner and I was a bit light-headed up here. We began our walk on some rocks and boardwalk, and then for most of the rest of the trek it was a spongy kind of moss that was comfortable to walk on. We walked slowly due to the altitude, and stopped often to look at some trees, birds, plants, and flowers that were unique to the area. Edison kept saying how lucky I was to have this beautiful sunny day to explore Cajas as it’s mostly foggy and cloudy and had snowed there yesterday. I figured by this point I was due some luck! He helped me cross a stream that was terrifying for me with the slippery rocks combined with my bad ankle but I made it and then we stopped for a lunch break at the best viewpoint on the trail. I enjoyed my banana chocolate chip muffin that I’d carried with me from Baños. The loop back to the start was on an incline so it was a bit tougher, and there were some shady spots that were muddy and slippery. We passed a lot of tussock grass, the King Kong rock formation, some spiky pineapple plants, and a tree with layers of papery bark. There were some people beginning their walk in the opposite direction sloshing past us in the muddy spots so I was glad to be wrapping up after having almost the entire walk to myself. He offered to drive me up to the highest elevation point in the park, a lookout at Tres Cruces at an elevation of 4167m above sea level. It was a nice view but very windy up there, and a bunch of children screaming too. Edison drove us back to Cuenca at breakneck speed and dropped me off back at the hotel asking me only for a 5 star review to help the company get more tour business after the difficulties of covid and the negative press on Ecuador and its drug cartels and public safety recently.

[nancypullen]

Hello Again, Paris

What a beautiful day! We woke up in Strasbourg, zipped our suitcases, and had a quick breakfast. We locked the door to the sweet apartment that has been our base all week and made the four minute walk to the train station. Once there we hopped on a train heading to PARIS. It really is that easy. The train pulled out right on time and we flew down the tracks to the City of Light. America is missing out, this really is such a relaxing way to travel. It's inexpensive and comfortable, plus the trains go SO fast. Strasbourg is about 306 miles from Paris and we made the trip in about 1.5 hours. This screen on the train showed us traveling at about 195 mph.

All while seating in comfy chairs and reading (well, Mickey napped).

We arrived at Gare l'Est and caught an Uber right to the door of our apartment. The driver was fun and chatty, his broken English and our broken French made for a delightful conversation. Lots of laughter.

Our spot here is just perfect. We like comfort, but not necessarily luxury. We like a good location, too, and we certainly got that. We're right across from Rue Cler our (everyone's) favorite market street, and just a couple blocks from the Eiffel Tower. We're in the 7th Arrondissement which is safe, lively, and just plain wonderful.

Here's our street.

And here's our little pad for the next few days.

Tucked into a corner is an itty, bitty kitchenette. Perfect frig for keeping cold drinks ad goodies from the market. We always pick up a a dozen eggs for quick breakfasts as well as some fruit. Who wants to cook on vacation?

We never pay much for our lodging, usually $85-100 a day. Far, far cheaper than a hotel and so relaxing. Anyway, we dropped our bags and went in search of lunch. We were both starving. We decided to eat at the first spot with open tables, so we ended up eating Italian.

I ordered carbonara, something that I love but rarely order because it's just so bad - fat , calories, and carbs galore.

No regrets. I popped that yolk and stirred it all together before taking a bite and it was heavenly! After lunch we decided to stroll a bit (like I could walk that off!). Because it was late Sunday afternoon many of the stalls on Rue Cler were closing up, but we still had time to grab a few things for our frig.

We roamed and spotted places that we remembered - a restaurant where we had the best onion soup we'd ever tasted, a beautiful shady park near the Eiffel Tower, and so on. This really is such a wonderful city. Back at the apartment we relaxed for a bit, around 7 o'clock we started to get a little peckish, so we ate salad and some of our market bounty.

Not the most beautiful meal, but it got the job done.

After dinner we strolled again, this time planning to end up at the Eiffel Tower. She's magnificent during the day, but at night she's extra special. We walked past sidewalk cafes filled with people, and made our way closer to the old gal.

When we arrived we found a spot on the lawn with hundreds of other people and waited. In the evening, on the hour, she sparkles for ten minutes. It's beautiful.

At 8'oclock on the dot, she started to sparkle and a cheer went up. We heard champagne popping, laughter, every language you can imagine, and there was even a proposal.

What's not to love? It never fails to thrill me. We even took a very bad, out of focus selfie.

So that's the end of a perfect day. Is there ever a bad day in Paris? Tomorrow we'll go up to Montmartre, a place we know we love. The next day we may take a train to see Versailles. We'll see what our moods are, we may just want to hang out and pretend to be Parisian. Until tomorrow, my dears. Stay safe, stay well, and have a treat - you deserve it. XOXO, Nancy

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New Mystery Recommendations

Board to Death by C.J. Connor

Back in his hometown of Sugar House running his family's board game shop and cafe, Ben Rosencrantz just can't seem to get his life to pass go, much less collect $200. Once he was a happily married English professor in Seattle. Now he's a divorced caregiver, looking after his ill father and a chihuahua named Beans while still figuring out the rules of retail management. At least the town has become more LGBTQ+ friendly than when Ben was a teenager - and that flower shop owner Ezra McCaslin enjoys flirting with him.

But despite his usual clientele of gamers, Ben is barely earning enough to keep the store running and stay on top of his father's medical bills. Then a local toy and game collector named Clive offers him a winning strategy - to purchase a turn-of-the-twentieth-century edition of The Landlord's Game, the realty and taxation game that inspired Monopoly, at a tenth of the rare edition's true value. Suspicious of Clive's shady, low-priced deal, Ben turns the offer down.

Then Clive turns up dead in the dumpster behind Ben's shop and a backpack full of $100 bills appears on his doorstep. Now Ben is the #1 suspect in Clive's death, and unless he and Ezra can prove his innocence and find the real killer, he'll go to jail for murder - and no amount of double dice rolls will set him free.

This is the first volume of the "Board Game Shop" series.

Death and the Sisters by Heather Redmond

London, 1814: Mary Godwin and her stepsister Jane Clairmont, both sixteen, possess quick minds bolstered by an unconventional upbringing, and have little regard for the rules that other young ladies follow. Mary, whose mother famously advocated for women’s rights, rejects the two paths that seem open to her - that of an assistant in her father’s bookshop, or an ordinary wife. Though quieter and more reserved than the boisterous Jane, Mary’s imagination is keen, and she longs for real-world adventures.

One evening, an opportunity arrives in the form of a dinner guest, Percy Bysshe Shelley. At twenty-one, Shelley is already a renowned poet and radical. Mary finds their visitor handsome and compelling, but it is later that evening, after the party has broken up, that events take a truly intriguing turn. When Mary comes downstairs in search of a book, she finds instead a man face down on the floor - with a knife in his back.

The dead man, it seems, was a former classmate of Shelley’s, and had lately become a personal and professional rival. What was he doing in the Godwins’ home? Mary, Jane, and Shelley are all drawn to learn the truth behind the tragedy, especially as each discovery seems to hint at a tangled web that includes many in Shelley’s closest circle. But as the attraction between Mary and the married poet intensifies, it sparks a rivalry between the sisters, even as it kindles the creative fire within.

This is the first volume of the "Mary Shelley Mystery" series.

Dig Two Graves by Mickey Spillane & Max Allan Collins

Winter 1964. After a hit-and-run accident nearly kills her mother, Mike Hammer’s partner (both in life and the PI business), Velda Sterling, learns her father is not who she thought he is. Seeking to uncover her true, troubling heritage, Velda and Mike travel to Phoenix, Arizona - and sunny Dreamland Park, where retired law enforcement officers protect and corral notorious criminals held under Witness Protection.

Mike and Velda find themselves swept up in escalating violence, fueled by the missing millions from an armored-car robbery, which leads them to a deadly midnight confrontation in a cemetery - where secrets are buried and open graves await.

Harlem After Midnight by Louise Hare

Harlem, 1936: Lena Aldridge grew up in a cramped corner of London, hearing stories of the bright lights of Broadway. She always imagined that when she finally went to New York City, she’d be there with her father. But now he’s dead, and she’s newly arrived and alone, chasing a dream that has quickly dried up. When Will Goodman - the handsome musician she met on the crossing from England - offers for her to stay with his friends in Harlem, she agrees. She has nowhere else to go, and this will give her a chance to get to know Will better and see if she can find any trace of the family she might have remaining.

Will’s friends welcome her with open arms, but just as Lena discovers the stories her father once told her were missing giant pieces of information, she also starts to realize the man she’s falling too fast and too hard for has secrets of his own. And they might just place a target on her back. Especially when she is drawn to the brightest stage in town.

This is the second volume in the "Canary Club Mystery" series.

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idk if you remember but in a previous ask you mentioned much "denser", more efficient cities and city building, what does that entail? its a meme that certain people are chill with "living" packed like sardines with no diverse or meaningful animal or plant life around them, you didn't seem like that type so i'm curious now as to how you would build a city having a quality of life that would be superior to a low budget chinese zoo

oh i remember. this is one of the things i'm most passionate about and it's a pretty big part of the change i'd want to bring to usher in my "ideal" society.

but yeah, you raise a valid concern. i see those memes too. and that's very far from my vision.

my vision is the opposite; sustainable, walkable, environmentally friendly cities full of greenery, community, and meaning.

i wanted cities with more mixed use zoning. i want cities to have a mix of single-family hopes, high- and low-rise and courtyard apartments and condos, multiplexes, townhomes, cottage courts, live-work homes, etc. and i think there should be low-traffic small businesses (corner stores, cafes, restaurants, bars, art studios, workshops, boutiques, bakers, bookstores, etc) interspersed throughout. there should also be parks, greenways, green belts, and even just more trees and flower along streets, etc. more urban gardens. wildlife corridors where appropriate. more beautiful, ornamental architecture. efficient public transportation, bike-friendly, and strategic pedestrianization. energy efficient and environmentally-friendly (or as close to friendly as possible) smart cities, etc.

imagine: you wake up in your single family home in some metropolis but it feels like a suburb. your neighbors are other single family homes and townhomes and multiplexes. you live in a low-traffic street. there is a park across the street where your kids can safely play. you realize you need to get some milk so you walk to the corner store that's literally on the corner, a two minute walk away. across the street is a cafe and you see a couple of your neighbors there. you stop and chat with them for a while, developing some sense of community with your neighbors. the people who work at the cafe are also your neighbors and their kids (wouldn't it have been nice to have your first job at the neighborhood cafe that you're well-acquainted with?). then when you're almost home you remember you need to get stuff for dinner. you're about to open your garage and get in your car when you remember you can get your groceries delivered to your door by drone.

but what the hell you wanna go downtown and have some fun. but you don't really feel like driving. well, good thing there's a bus stop that's like a 5 minute walk away. you, your wife, and your kid get on the bus and it takes you downtown in 20 minutes (it's always on time). you remember the old days of sitting in traffic for an hour to travel the same distance. you walk around and visit some museum and a botanical garden and then you go to the movies. the streets are pedestrianized -- you're at the historical part of town, the main street has been closed to traffic, the street is like a constant festival with people dining and playing music and doing street magic and stuff. the streets are lined with flowers and trees so it's nice and shady. there's a town square, ornately decorated, a fountain in the center, a park adjacent, etc. there's some event happening there -- maybe a concert or a political rally or art fair or farmers market -- you check it out.

then you take the bus home in 20 minutes again. your kids asks to go play at your neighbor's house (the one you were chatting with at the cafe earlier -- your kid and their kid are best friends) and you say yes. then you and your wife relax by walking down the street to your neighborhood bar and you shoot the shit with your other neighbors and maybe some friends who are visiting from the other side of town or something. then late at night you and your wife and your friends drunkenly stumble home (no fear of driving drunk).

basically, people lament the loss of community in modern cities but this sort of city would rekindle a sense of community. plus it's be safer, cleaner, more convenient, more sustainable, more fulfilling, etc.

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Exploring Ottawa’s Best Beaches Nearby

Ottawa is the stunning capital of Canada. While Ottawa might not be the first place that comes to mind when you think of beaches, you’ll be pleasantly surprised to discover the city’s hidden gems. Whether you’re a local looking for a new spot to soak up in the sun or a visitor seeking a unique beach experience, we’ve got you covered. In this travel blog, we’ll explore the 11 best beaches in Ottawa for a perfect day trip. 

Table of Contents

Mooney’s Bay Beach  

Brittania Beach 

Petrie Island Beach 

Westboro Beach 

Meech Lake/O’Brien Beach (Best beache in Ottawa)

Leamy Lake Beach 

Lac Phillippe

Constance Bay Beach 

The Pond 

Morrison’s Quarry 

Fitzroy Provincial Park Beach  

Burnstown Beach 

Petawawa Point Beach 

Bon Echo Provincial Park Beaches 

Pine Point Beach

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Mooney’s Bay Beach

If you’ve got kids, you should definitely visit Mooney’s Bay Beach. It features an interesting Canada-themed playground that your little ones will surely enjoy.

It is one of the most popular summer destinations in Ottawa and hence often remains crowded with people. 

Mooney’ Beach hosts various Ottawa festivals and events like H.O.P.E. Volleyball SummerFest, Dragon Boat Race Festival, and many more fun activities for you to enjoy.  

Location: 2926, Riverside Drive, Ottawa, ON, Canada

Brittania Beach

Situated in the west of Ottawa, Brittania Beach is more of a low-key destination with no restaurants and cafes around. 

Nonetheless, it is the perfect spot for swimming and relaxing on the sand while enjoying the beautiful beach views. 

While you’re here, don’t forget to visit the Beach Corners, to enjoy some delicious ice cream flavors after a sunny day at the beach.

Location: 2805 Carling Avenue, Ottawa, ON, Canada

Petrie Island Beach 

Petrie Island Beach is a true local favorite. The island has three different beaches – East Beach, West Beach & Centennial Beach, with each offering something special to the visitors. 

However, if you want to get into the busy crowd, East Beach is your best option. 

Here, you can also relax under the shady trees, swim, or even rent a paddle board, canoe rentals, and kayak to enjoy some fun water activities. 

Meanwhile, make sure to pack your lunch as you’ll surely need some extra dose of energy to enjoy your time to the fullest. 

Location: 272 Trim Road, Orleans, Ottawa, ON, Canada

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Westboro Beach 

Situated on the west shore of the Ottawa River, Westboro Beach is the perfect place to enjoy a peaceful time with your family. 

It has got various beautiful on-site cafes offering meals & drinks along with live music to keep you entertained. 

Westboro Beach is accessible year-round and is among the best beaches in Ottawa. 

Location: 745, Ottawa River Parkway, Canada

Meech Lake/O’Brien Beach (Best beache in Ottawa)

Situated just a 15-minute drive away from downtown Ottawa, Meech Lake is known for its crystal-clear water and white sand.

It makes a great spot for hiking, picnicking, and kayaking with lifeguards always on duty to ensure utmost safety. 

O’Brien is the most famous beach in the area and gets all bustling with people during the hot summer days. 

Location: Chelsea, QC, Canada

Leamy Lake Beach 

If you want to enjoy a good time outdoors, but don’t want to travel far from the city, then Leamy Lake Beach is your place to be. 

The beach is situated amidst the hills, just a short drive away from the main city. 

Here you can engage in a whole lot of water activities like swimming, fishing, kayaking, and more.

And if you’re not a fan of getting covered in all sand, you can secure your place in the grassy areas with natural shade beyond the beach. 

Location: Fournier Blvd, Gatineau, Quebec, Canada

Lac Phillippe

Situated in the heart of the Saint-Francois-de Sales National Park, Lac Phillippe is a beautiful lake featuring boat rentals, picnic spots, and a wonderful swimming beach.

The location also offers thrilling biking, hiking, and skiing trails to enjoy through. 

Location: Les Collines-de-L’Outaouais Regional County Municipality, QC J0X 3G0, Canada

Constance Bay Beach 

Constance Bay is the only horse-friendly beach in Ottawa. So if you want to enjoy a ride with a fantastic sea view, hop on. 

Besides, you can enjoy paddle boarding, kayaking, fishing and sailing. Meanwhile, be careful of the mussels in the seawater as they can hurt your toes and may even leave you injured. 

Although the beach doesn’t cover much of an area, it’s evident that you’d get to enjoy a good time here. And the best part? The parking is absolutely free!

Location: Lane St, Ottawa, ON K0A 3M0, Canada

The Pond 

The Pond may not have the most exciting name, but this hidden gem is perfect for anyone looking to avoid crowded beaches. 

Located in the industrial area near the airport, the Pond offers a serene swimming experience with clean and clear water.

Just make sure to be a little cautious as there are no lifeguards available on duty. 

Location: Pond St., Rockcliffe Park

Morrison’s Quarry 

Did you know there’s a blue oasis near Ottawa? Morrison’s Quarry, just a 20-minute drive from downtown Ottawa, is a beautiful beach for swimming and scuba diving.

The beautiful turquoise waters and sandy beach area are perfect for relaxation. 

The site also features picnic tables, BBQ pits, and even a waterslide, providing fun for all ages. 

Location: 1780 Quebec Rte 105, Chelsea

Fitzroy Provincial Park Beach  

Situated just an hour away from the capital, Fitzroy Provincial Park is the perfect spot for anyone looking for a peaceful escape into nature. 

The park features two beaches each carrying its own unique charm. 

The main beach features washrooms, picnic tables, barbecues, and canoe/kayak rentals, while the camper’s beach located in Two Rivers Campground is perfect for families with small kids. 

While you’re here, don’t forget to take a short hike through the century-old white pine forest and explore the meandering Carp River by paddle.

Location: 5201 Canon Smith Dr, Fitzroy Harbour, ON K0A 1X0, Canada

Burnstown Beach 

Situated along the Madawaska River, Burnstown Beach features a large sandy swimming area, a boat launch, and even a rowing area for those seeking adventure. 

On land, you’ll find a play structure, picnic tables, a seasonal snack bar, change rooms, washrooms, and a shaded grassy area. 

While at it, make sure not to miss out on Burnstown’s renowned artist galleries, shops, and eateries, all housed in heritage buildings, within walking distance from the beach. 

Location: 1537 Calabogie Rd, Renfrew, ON K7V 3Z4, Canada

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Petawawa Point Beach 

At the junction of the Petawawa and Ottawa rivers lies the town of Petawawa’s premiere waterfront park – Petawawa Point. 

Here, you’ll find amazing vistas, a sandy beach, a boat launch, a snack bar & canoe/kayak rentals. 

The beach might be unsupervised but rest assured, it’s well maintained and monitored regularly by the municipal staff. 

Beyond the beach, Petawawa Point stretches as a series of islands across the Ottawa River into Quebec that’s worth exploring. 

Location: Petawawa Point, Petawawa, ON K8H 3M4, Canada

Bon Echo Provincial Park Beaches 

Just a 2-hour drive from Ottawa lies the Bon Echo Provincial Park, where Mazinaw rock stands tall as a testament to indigenous heritage. 

This 1.5-km-long sheer rock face rises 100 meters from Mazinaw Lake and features over 260 indigenous pictographs – the largest visible collection in Canada. 

White at Bon Echo, take an interpretive boat tour to get up close to the cliffs or climb to the lookout atop the rock. 

Bon Echo’s main beach on Lower Mazinaw lake is a popular spot with a spacious sandy beach, a buoyed swimming area (note that there are no lifeguards), and shaded picnic spots. 

North and south beaches offer quieter alternatives for campers and day-trippers. 

Location: 16151 Hwy 41, Cloyne, ON K0H 1K0, Canada

Pine Point Beach

Nestled along the tranquil Ottawa River in the charming town of Deep River, Pine Point Beach is a true hidden treasure. 

With over 200 meters of golden, sandy shoreline, it’s a beachcomber’s paradise. The beach also offers amenities like washrooms and convenient parking. 

Surrounding the beach, you’ll find a magnificent mixed forest with winding walking trails, perfect for an afternoon stroll. 

Location: Pine Point Rd, Deep River, ON, Canada

Conclusion

Ottawa might not be the Carribean, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a day or more at the beach. Make sure to pack plenty of sunscreen, water, snacks, and lunch. If you’re planning on swimming, don’t forget your swimsuit, towel and goggles. And if you have little ones, bring them along with some sand toys for added fun.