#but Man. I've wasted two years since i graduated sleeping

[lightnersdream]

(doesnt do anything) Why did nothing happen

[disappointmentofthefam]

Love? Love. (part one)

(Andy Barber x reader)

summary- recently split from his wife, Andrew Stephen Barber, aka, Mr hotshot ADA daddy dilf, lives with his 14 year old son Jacob. All he has known since the tender age of 17 is Laurie, and their baby boy. Will his life change when a bright eyed and bushy tailed y/n moves in the house right opposite to his? More importantly, will it change for the better or the worse?

*contains adult themes, smut and age gap (reader is a senior in college, Andy is in his early thirties)*

Andy's sleep is rudely cut short by the whirring engine of packers and movers mixed with the commotion of workers walking back and forth, setting up the furniture.

His face grimaces as soon as he opens his eyes,

at seven fucking am on a sunday! fuck off!

Apparently-as he later finds out-a new family had just moved in the house opposite to his. From what he had heard from his best friend(and neighbor), Sam, the family had a son of around Jacob's age which was about perfect since Jacob was a shy kid and wasn't exactly Mr. popular with kids his age. maybe he would find a friend in the new kid

By the next weekend, Jacob and the kid, Tyler, were already friends and today Jacob had invited his friend to play video games together.

"Daaaaddd", Jacob whines, "Please don't embarrass me!"

Andy gasps dramatically ,"Are you ashamed of your old man!", he even goes as far as to clutch his chest, right where his heart is, "i knew this day would come, i just thought it would be fifty years from now when i am bound to a hospital bed and shit my pants every time i try to say a word with more than three syllables"

As Jacob rolls his eyes, laughing, the doorbell rings, "whatever old man, just behave or i won't buy you diapers when you're all old and 'bound to a bed'".

Tyler shyly greets Andy and the boys disappear into their boy cave. Andy decides to settle down for a movie from the comfort of his couch. He can already imagine what Sam would say if he found out about Andy's weekend plans

are you seriously wasting all that good-good on a couch? Let's go out man , find you a pretty girl, you need to get out of this 'grandma' routine

Sam wouldn't get it ,he was married, happily so, and had a baby girl with the woman of his dreams. "Between the two of those pretty girls, i don't stand a chance"- he'd say

It wasn't that easy for Andy to navigate the modern dating world, there were too many 'what ifs' and not enough 'why nots' for him to fall in love again

what if he's a one night?

what if he catches feelings and she doesn't? what if he finds someone perfect only to find out he's incapable of feeling love again?

oh shit, worse yet- what if he was a reboun-

His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell, jesus can't a man watch the godfather for the millionth time in peace?

"Hi, Mr. Barber"

Andy's breath hitches, "Hi there"

"I would shake your hand but mine are full", she giggles.

Andy's heart does a backflip at her laugh as he shakily reaches out to take the four tupperware boxes from her.

"I'm y/n", she gives him a sweet smile, "I'm Tyler's sister and we just wanted to thank you for inviting him over, god knows we needed the break! Teenagers, amirite", she looks up at him with those big doe eyes.

Snapping out of the trance, Andy invites her in, "Come in............uh",

"Y/n"

Andy's chest is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling

Names are so intimate, Y/n, while he asks her to come in, Y/n, he asks her to sit, Y/n, as he brews her a cup of coffee.

Andy, as her eyes sparkle when she realizes the movie he has on, Andy, as she tells him she cooked all the treats she brought him tonight

"So", Andy strikes up the conversation as they settle on the couch, "i've heard that you tutor children?"

"Oh, yes, It's just to earn a little before i graduate, besides, my god complex is fulfilled while teaching people", she jokes.

Andy doesn't remember the last time he was so interested in a conversation that wasn't about work or crime, or both, really.

An hour later, they are way past formalities, talking about everything and nothing, as if they were old friends.

Her mouth agape, she looks at him in utter disbelief, "He got away with it?" ,Andy can't believe she's so engrossed in his work stories, Laurie had always told him to keep his work where it belonged-in his office.

"Tyler and i should leave now, it's getting late, mom will be mad if we're late for dinner"

Andy's heart sinks why did she have to leave

"Alright sweetheart", he says lowly, "it was a pleasure to have your company".

Y/n smiles bashfully 'sweetheart'

did he mean it? no way! he must have a thousand women worshipping at his feet, he's the fucking ADA, he's single, he's hot and don't even get me started on that smile-

Focus Y/n!!

Andy notices the hitch in her breath, the sudden tint on her cheeks and the way her shy eyes try to look anywhere but at him

a straight up filthy image crosses his mind-

you, laying naked on his bed, all spread out for him, whining as he sucked between your petals

you, closing your eyes bashfully as the head of his thick cock lines up with your wet, tight hole

he would have no qualms with slapping your face lightly, "look at daddy while he's fucking you open"

"look at me baby, look at who's making you feel so good"

he'd kiss your pouting lips, "my dumb little baby can't think with daddy's cock inside her, ca-

okay Andy, She's a smart and beautiful twenty-one year old girl, she must have boys falling at her feet, the last thing she'd want is you.

As she and Tyler leave, Andy can't help the stupid smile on his face

"dad?, you good there?"

Andy snaps out of the trance, "yeah kid"

"phew! With that shit eating grin, you almost had me convinced that you had shat you pants"

OH THIS LITTLE ASSHO-

author's note: heyyyyyyy girlies, i purposefuly made the first chapter short and vague so i can take the story forward as you'd like me to! Please do leave suggestions!!! nothing is off limits to me

[diary-from-a-thoughtful-girl]

casual sex - law boy

In this new day and age of technological advances and the easily attainable connections with the world around you, it's genuinely so easy to see how open relationships, the lack of commitment before the age of 30, and the desire to have small intimate moments with people have become so popular.

Being freshly graduated, "vintagely" single, and a newly 21-year old baby, I've become all too familiar with the new world of dating. While I went on a little hiatus from guys, there was one guy who was able to break that.

To understand the situation, I'll bring it to the beginning where I'm out with my friends A and R at an Australian-based bar around 20 minutes away of where I live. Now I can't tell you much about that night because lets just say it all became a little blurry and I woke up the next morning with a guy's number in my phone named "Blonde Boy".

Me and the mysterious boy who I had close to zero recollection of started texting and talking - asking when the other was free, what we were doing at the moment, how drunk we wanted to be... When it was around a week of this back and forth, phone-to-phone, I drunkenly texted him to meet up with my friends and I at this Latin club; and being the absolute worst, I got too drunk and ended up completely ghosting him. He called me a couple of times, sent me a quick text, but my drunken brain at that point in my life didn't want to have something casual or something quick - I wanted someone to take me home and take care of me. And a big part of me knew that that was not happening with a guy who was named "Blonde Boy" in my phone.

While I recognize this was a very shitty and bad thing to do, I was fine with my decision - in January of that year I didn't want anything to do with boys and the thought of them was dreadfully exhausting. But, as all girls in their early twenties, I was against this belief four months later by the beginning of April.

To cover the bases, I'm a very sexual person. Maybe it's due to my past relationships, the societal and cultural pressures of women sexualization, or how the big guy upstairs made me, but that's how it is. At this point in April, I haven't had sex since the previous June and I was starting to crave physical intimacy which lead me to downloading a certain app where I ended up matching with a certain person who ended up messaging me a line that made my heart smile which ended us in the college inn pub on a random Wednesday night.

I had very, crazy low expectations for the night - mostly due to my nervousness, but partially due to my own actions of ditching him.

When I tell you I had such a good night, I had such a good night. It might've been the confidence boost from winning at pool or the two jagerbombs that I had or the discovery of so many commonalities that were shared between the two of us [law school, reading, tennis, formula1...], but I had the best time.

But, this is where I made the grand classic mistake. I remember the feeling of needing to beat him at chess and the search of my brain on how do I convince this man to stay with me a little longer. I threw out the idea of coming back to my house where we could smoke on the porch and when we annoyingly got kicked out of the college inn pub, it felt like the logical next step.

My goal was to not sleep with him. I'm having such a good time - why would I waste the potential of me and law boy (yep, I changed his name) on a random hook-up. While that's a whole other debatable topic, what we can all agree on is the fact that sex changes the dynamic no matter what. We ended up smoking on my porch then we were in my room, talking about who-knows-what while his hand traced my upper thigh and my hazey thoughts kept coming up in bubbling giggles.

Then, as you can predict, he kissed me. I remember folding into the kiss, letting myself get worked up by the taste of him. The taste of an elf-bar strawberry-mango. I remember the fleeting thought that I was only going to kiss him a little then I was going to make up a drunken excuse, but then he pulled away for a moment and that was when I fell apart. His eyes flickered to my lips then back towards my eyes. He looked at me like every ounce of his body needed me, that everything in his life would be complete if I granted him the favor of giving him this night that was already his to take.

While, in hindsight, this was a crossed analyzation, fabricating that in my head made my emotions latch onto his, my soul for the time-being wrapping around his and becoming tied with what we were doing in that moment. In other words, fantastic fantastic sex. The perfect play on the line of intimacy and fun. It was looking over his shoulder in missionary and wanting to memorize every curve of his shoulder. It was running my hand through his hair because the lack of self-restraint that I had was overwhelming. It was whispered words that made me fully and heart-heavily believe that I was put on this earth as a counter-part to him. This is what lust is from a very thoughtful and very emotional and very mentally ill gal, but that is what I was feeling.

Even the calm after was too intense to look back on. Law boy had an obsession with tracing my skin which made me too weak to admit. Especially becoming sober, when it was time to go to bed and close my eyes for the night, I turned away from him. I moved towards the edge of the bed and faced the opposite wall, already feeling parts of myself giving into what I was feeling that night. When I was drifting asleep, being carried towards my subconscious dream world, I felt his arms wrap around my body, his legs intertwining with mine, and his face falling into my hair and kissing my back. Throughout the night, he would pull my stomach closer to him or move his hand to play with mine.

Now, all of the other stuff before this point was an easy getting-over. But this little maneuver of his, this little trick, provided me with the understanding of "butterflies in my stomach" and threw everything else out of the window.

The next morning when we woke up, we slept with each other again. But, with the entirely different context of it being bright as daylight outside and with the utter presence of soberness between us. I say this so negatively, but the sex was still so so good.

As always, however, everything must come to an end. When we got into my car for me to drop him off, an awkward air was sitting around us. I didn't know what to say and he didn't know what to say. We already went through all of the basics the night before and the casualties of what we were doing that day. While the drive was only around 10 minutes, it felt like an eternity of uncomfortable silence that reeked from both parties. I dropped him off, focusing on the positives, forcing myself to put the entire night in the perspective of how good the date and the sex were rather than judging us for the day after.

This was a week ago and I hung out with him again this past Sunday and he slept over, we hooked up, it was still amazing, but the next morning held the same uncomfortable air. It was so interesting to think about because while people try to deny it or claim the capabilities of detaching feelings or emotion, sex is still an intimate action. There's periods throughout the night where you become one with this other person and they reveal to you every inch of their vulnerability.

For casual hook ups or people like me who hook up on the first night, when the next morning arrives, you are confronted with the slightly uncomfortable fact that you don't really know who this person is. You change from seeing them as the most important person in those 12 hours of the night to fighting for things to talk about or grasping at straws at the attempt to figure out how they feel.

Maybe because this was the first time where I've had sex that felt like love without actually being in love, but the sheer naked truth of humanity and the relationships that are created through intimacy became sad.

I'm writing these revelations while I am sick and while I am fighting the urge to ask him to come over which might have something to do with the deep descriptions and the melancholy tones.

But, I'm excited to keep you updated.

[runaway-wife-syndrome]

Chapter 1

I hear him ignoring our toddler. I'm in the bathtub, where I go to escape every night at 5pm. It's the routine.

Today, we got into an argument over text. That used to be a daily occurrence, but it's rare now. I've given up on expressing my feelings. I've taken to only caring about myself.

February. I finish this coding boot camp in February and I'll be able to be financially dependent and get him out of here.

He slapped me in the face last weekend, after we had a house party with some friends. He says it's because he got too drunk. He's done it sober too. Regardless, there is no excuse.

At this point, I don't bring up how I feel mostly out of fear. It always escalates to that point now- to the point of physical abuse. I don't want my daughter to see it, that is my first and utmost priority. I also fear for my life. I have to come up for a plan for when I do finally kick him out. Do I have the cops here? Do I buy locks for all the windows? Do I change all the door knobs? Do I get a restraining order? I probably should.

I am busting my ass to finish these assignments. They want two a week...I'm pushing for four at a minimum. He's already told me he doesn't think I should get a job after I finish. I am hoping I find something that allows me to work remotely.

He's got music playing. The toddler is sick, I have had the humidifier going in there all day. All he has to do is watch her while I waste away in the bathtub. You'd think he would be able to tell, he'd be able to see how far gone I am, how close I am to losing it. I said to him today, over text, you're just not listening.

Anything I say, he just immediately gets defensive. It goes back to "Well remember ten years ago when you did that thing that hurt MY feelings? And I'm suddenly not allowed to hurt yours?" He can't just say sorry. He can't take accountability, he won't admit, "Yeah you're right, that was a fucked up thing of me to do," or "I haven't been the best partner lately."

I have been forcing myself to keep up with self-care and motherhood as a form of escapism. Skin care, nails, diet, excersise. I'm obese, but down 8 pounds since I've given up on fighting for this relationship. That was only a week ago. When he slapped me. For the last fucking time.

Amazing what happens when you cut off the dead weight in your life.

"Why haven't you left already?"

Well, because it simply isn't that easy. Financially, he's it. I'm a stay at home mom, he works. Luckily I signed up for this program in August and I'll be able to support myself once I graduate in February. That's only three months from now. That gives me time to formulate my escape route. The house is mine, it's family owned. Getting him out is the issue. I also genuinely do fear the anger I will face once I can really, truly get him out of here.

Oh yes, I've tried. I've kicked him out countless times. He won't leave. We had a motorhome, he wouldn't even go sleep in that even to give us both a break from the constant tension. I got rid of the motorhome recently, so I'm sort of out of luck there. Not that he'd stay in it anyway.

My plan for now is to just continue as I am. Walking on not only eggshells, but shards of glass until I'm able to support myself. The littlest things set this man off. I just stay silent. I keep the house clean, do my homework, do the laundry, do the childcare, do my job at her preschool as a classroom helper. I am so utterly exhausted. There is not much more that I can take.

I said to him today, "Will you ever do what I've been begging you for for eleven years? Why am I letting myself endure this?" And he had nothing to say. It's all my fault in his eyes. Not the fact that he's pushed me to this point.

At night, I fall asleep fantasizing that I'm sleeping by myself. In my own house, in my own bed. No man beside me. I never want to be in a relationship again.

I also fantasize that I live in a gated community, with security cameras and a safe room. I fantasize that I am safe from him. That I don't have to live in fear anymore. Someday, I won't have to jump out of my skin when he slams a door open or closed. Or worry about what damage he's doing to my belongings when he's throwing them across the house.

From the bathtub, I hear him clanking around dishes in the kitchen. I am not naive enough to believe he is cleaning. No, he's making himself some food because I finally stopped catering for him. He will leave me the dishes to do once I get out of here.

I tried not doing the dishes once. Let them pile up until there were none left in the house. He didn't touch them. He started washing one dish at a time. A single bowl and spoon if he wanted cereal- that was it.

I decided my child deserves a clean house more than I deserve a partner who helps out, so I surrendered that battle.

But I will win the war.

I am certain a fight is coming once I get out of the tub. After the text argument we had today, it's imminent. I just want to get out, clean the kitchen, and go to bed. The smell of ground beef wafts into the bathroom. Yep, he made some food. I'll be doing dishes.

I've been dealing with a sick toddler all day. She didn't sleep last night, she's been grumpy and had several tantrums today, but I still managed to get two assignments done. I didn't get much cleaning done. I was hoping the house wouldn't be completely trashed after my bath but as usual that was wishful thinking.

He wasn't always like this. Or maybe he was, but he hid it shockingly well. He was physically abusive to me when we were teenagers, but I guess I thought he'd just grow out of that. I should've left as soon as I started seeing signs, but I didn't.

The only positive thing I've gotten out of this relationship is my daughter.

The positives he's gotten? A house with no rent, a job, a beautiful child, a live in maid, free laundry service, free childcare, you name it he's got it. I take care of his budgeting, his bills, his grocery shopping. That man doesn't have to do anything other than go to work. He has one chore: take the garbage cans to the curb on Friday mornings. Half the time, he "forgets" to do that so I end up doing that too. Oh, and close the gate when he leaves for work. He doesn't do that either. Then I get in trouble by my grandma, who owns this house and lives across the street from us and gets really agitated when the gate is left open.

I wrote his resume for this job after he got fired from his last one, which I also got for him. I coached him for his interview. I filled out and certified his benefits for unemployment when he was fired. I applied for each job he interviewed for. I did his cover letters, answered follow up emails, et cetera. I truly do not know where he'd be without me. He'd honestly probably just have found someone as gullible as I was to do it all for him as well.

He calls in sick often too. Then my day gets ruined, because I don't want him here. The house ends up a complete disaster, I have to be silent, I can't even exist. This is also the reason he was fired from his previous job, and I'd like to prevent that from happening again. So, we fight every time he calls in.

He's a grown ass adult with a family. You'd think by now he'd have some semblance of responsibility. But I think he just sees us as a burden.

I get out of the bathtub finally. The toddler is off to bed, after a kiss and a dose of Tylenol. The TV is paused on whatever video game he was playing while he wasn't paying attention to our child, and the kitchen is a disaster as I predicted.

I wonder if he'll realize what he's losing when I am gone. Or if it'll be like a huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders. I turn on my computer. I fill a bowl with ice cream, and top it off with blackberries. I am not doing the dishes tonight. Tonight, I am not cleaning his mess. I can pretend I am my own person, just for one night. For one night, the kitchen can stay a mess.

I do this, every so often. I tell people I get up at five sometimes so that I can have coffee early, or exercise before the toddler wakes up, which is sometimes true. But mostly it's to do the dishes I left from the night before. To clean up whatever mess he left me. So that my child can wake up to a clean house, with breakfast ready. That is, if he doesn't call in sick.

The door slams open. God, here he comes. The fight is coming, I'm doomed. Please just leave me alone. Play your video games and ignore me. Sit outside and smoke weed and ignore me. Please. I can't hear another "shut up bitch" or "fuck you". The images of him flipping me off with hatred in his eyes are burned into my mind. I can't believe how much I loved this man. Still would, if he wasn't like this.

I don't think I love him anymore, because I don't cry. I used to. For days. Until my eyes were so swollen I couldn't see. Now, I try to and I can't. I'll shed a few tears, maybe. I know my feelings are hurt. I know that I have been a sobbing mess on the floor over this same old shit, 100 times before. But I guess you can only cry over the same exact hurt so many times, before your brain decides to stop allowing you to feel it so intensely. He definitely doesn't cry.

His video game unpauses. I guess he isn't coming after me yet. Or he's giving me the silent treatment, which used to pierce me to my core. He knows that, that's why he does it. Now it's just a relief. I guess he hasn't caught on to that yet. Once I stop caring about things, he finds other ways to hurt me. I've never stopped caring like this, though. I've never been so apathetic. I truly do not care what this man does anymore. Good luck hurting me now. Oh, you're giving me the silent treatment? Oh gosh, I'm simply devastated. Now I'll have to sit in my bedroom with my cats, eating ice cream and playing my own video games, free from your abuse. Poor me! I'll act extra sad, he'll be ecstatic.

If someone shows you who they are early on in a relationship, believe them. If you take nothing else from this, just remember those words. I can't say I regret all of it because without it I wouldn't have my child, but I wish I'd had her with someone who gave a single shit about me. Believe red flags. Be picky. Don't settle. You'll probably get slut shamed, but at least you won't be getting hit or be called a bitch every time you say "Hey, you hurt my feelings." At least you won't be trapped with no escape.

That's another one. If you're a stay at home parent, have a getaway plan. I have tried, and nothing has worked. I tried telling my mom, once. I sent her photos of the bruises. She said, "all men are like that after they have babies." I never spoke to her about it again. This was also all happening prior to babies, but she was correct that abuse tends to worsen after children. She was incredibly off the mark with her comment, and I now know where I stand as a person in her eyes. She would never take me or my daughter in.

My dad is a drunk living in a motorhome, you do the math for that one. He also loves my boyfriend. Most people do. He's very good at being fake around others. Puts on a great show.

Other family? Not a chance.

I have one best friend who said she would help me if she could, but she's in a studio apartment with her boyfriend. No room for me plus a kid.

Long story short, I'm trapped. Don't let yourself get there. Don't be like me. If you can get out, do it.

The door slams open again. I jump. It doesn't phase him. He isn't even the least bit concerned that his presence terrifies me.

He's going to bed, he says. That means I can either get out of the room or go to bed too. I live on his time. I decide to go ahead and go to sleep, since I'm getting up early tomorrow. I get up to make sure all the cats are inside, and make sure all the doors are locked. All things he could've done if he had wanted to. I glance at the dishes. Still piled up next to the sink.

I go to sleep.

[ambraambrose]

@jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd i want to dedicate this little fanfic to you two because your post and comment was perfectly hilarious and because the Open Heart fanfics of you two were the first i read. I hope you like it a little.

As always, English is not my mother language, i'm sorry for any mistakes.

If you don’t like it then you should have take your suite off

Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC

2.11 alternate version

Warnings: cursing

Everyone storms off, all of them willing to do everything possible to save Casey and Raf. Only Ethan stays behind, his piercing gaze on Casey.

He is quiet for a while. "Are you okay?" His heart ached, she is here, fighting for her life and yet she asks, if he is okay. "No, Casey, I'm not okay. But you don’t need to hear about that. You should try and get some rest. Have you slept at all?"

He remembers the two nights, she was sleeping in his arms and how happy he was in these moments. How could he waste so much precious time? "No. I can’t stop thinking about Rafael. How long he can last... whether... whether it's already..." "Do you want me to stay with you for a while?" "The others won’t miss you?" "Tobias knows what he is doing. And Elijah was right. Considering what we know about maitotoxins, this is a chemistry problem now. This is where i can do the most good. That is... if you want me here with you."

He is nervous, he would understand, if she'd kicked hm out. "Of course i want you to stay with me. If this is my last night alive, I want to spend it with you." "If i was in your position, I'd feel the same way about you." "Really?" "Really, Casey." She can’t help but smile, he always makes her feel happy and safe.

Ethan suits up and enters the room, gently guiding her to the bed. "Now lie down. As impossible as it sounds, you need to try relax. Think about something happy." She climbs into the bed and Ethan covers her with the blanket, pulling a seat right next to her. "I'm trying, but... I just feel like there were so many things i should have done." "Like what?" She considers. "I should have worked harder." She is unbelievable. "I'm not sure that is physically possible, Casey. I say this as the man who signs off on your time sheet every week." "There‘s still plenty more I could have done. If i'd work harder in high school i could have moved up a year and graduated early. I could have been further in my career by now. I could have helped more people."

He can't help the smile, she is so damn cute, even under this terrible circumstances she has to face. "Casey, with all due respect, that's deranged." "You can’t knock my deathbed regrets! It's not allowed!" He tries not to wince at her words. "Firstly, this isn’t a deathbed. Secondly, I don’t recall there being any universal deathbed etiquette." "Sure there is. 'Don’t dispute the dying person'." He knows she needs this to stay strong and not be confronted with her fear, what by all means sure will be worries about him and her friends but not her own fate. "Not even if the so-called dying person is a workaholic in need of a deathbed intervention?" "Not even then." "Noted."

He smiles at her and it warms her heart but she can sense his worries and he is quiet for a long moment, looking at his hands. He struggles, but then he makes up his mind, he won’t waste more time hiding his feelings for her. "Since we're sharing regrets, do you mind if I share one of mine?" "Go ahead." His gloved hand reaches for hers, looking down at them.

Before he speaks up again he looks her in the eyes. "I wish I hadn’t asked you to stay away." "You do?" "We've wasted so much time. I've wasted so much time. I should have held you in my arms every day and told you how much I...", he hesitates for just a moment. "How much I care about you." His words hit her right into the heart and against all the worries she feels happy. "Ethan, I've always thought we should be together." "You have?" The smile on his face was infectious. "Kind of thought it was obvious, actually." "I'd hate to presume anything. Though... that feeling was very definitely mutual."

He holds her hand tightly, the smile not leaving his face. He looks so happy. She wishes... "i wish i could kiss you." "Soon. You will soon." Her happiness fades as quickly as it came. "Casey? What's wrong?" "It just hit me that Rafael might be the last real human contact I ever have to get, not through plastic." He looks at her, the realization that he wasted so much time with her gets heavier and heavier on his mind.

"I'm sorry, i know it’s unfair and stupid to think like that. It's just that... what are you doing, Ethan?" She looks confused as he stands up from her bed and starts to slip out of the suite. "Ethan! Stop! I'm calling for the others." He peels the gloves off. "Try it, until they are here, i'm already out of this thing and babe, you are too weak to stop me." And with that he takes of the helmet. Casey is shocked, tears run over her face, but she doesn’t seem to recognize. When he steps out of the suite, he gently grabs her arms sitting down with her on the bed so they can look into each others eyes.

"Casey, this won’t be your last night, i'll stop it, we'll stop it and you will be safe again. But i won’t let any chance passing by of being with you, no matter what." And with this he takes her face gently but determined in his hands and kisses her. He easily lifts her up into his lap, pulling her as close as possible. When they break apart, it's her turn to grab his face in her hands. "You are unbelievable, do you know that? How could you do that?" New tears make their way down her cheeks. "They'll find a cure in no time."

He shrugs. "But what if they don’t?" "Then i'm right where i want to be. What should i do without you in this fucking world?" When the meaning of his words downs on her, she strokes his cheeks and then wraps her arms around him. He holds her tight as if he's never gonna leave her.

After a while she finally falls asleep in his arms, snuggling into his chest, while he watches every move of her, gently rubbing her back. "Ethan! What the fuck happened?" Harper shouts, Naveen stands next to her, shaking his head, but not able to hide a knowing smile. "Sssshhh, she is asleep." He carefully entangles himself from her and walks to the window as if it was normal chatting with his colleagues. "Ethan, what happened? Why aren’t you wearing a suite?" He looks down his body as if he had forgotten that his protectional suite was missing.

"There was a a cut in one of my gloves, so i put myself into quarantee." "You could have called us." "Why, you are finding a cure anyway, so no big deal, if there is a patient more." Without another word and a shake of her head, Harper storms down the floor. Naveen steps closer to the window. "Do you have any symptoms yet?" "No." "Good, i hope the next time you need a kick in the ass, please make sure, it won’t be that dangerous again."

@wanderingamongthewildflowers

[diaboliklvr]

A Butler's Duty

A Hadaka Shitsuji fart fiction written by yours truly. Lol. Two odd fandoms to put together, I know, but I really went all out on this one, you guys. T_T It's my first story post here, but I really hope y'all like it!

Smuttiness/grossness ahead

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Sakuma walked throughout the halls of the mansion, holding a clipboard. His posture was perfect, and his stride was dignified. His dark blue hair was done up just so, and there wasn't a single wrinkle in his navy uniform, or the tiniest smudge on his glasses. Such were the makings of the Kamishiro Mansion's head butler. He had studied for years at the best butler academy in England, and graduated with flying colors. Sakuma devoted his whole life; his whole being, to becoming the perfect butler. That certainly didn't stop when Tomoaki Maeda came to the estate a fated few weeks ago. Even if he was a temporary master, the man wouldn't dream of slacking off. It wasn't in his nature.

That morning, Tomoaki lay sleeping in the master bedroom, while the other members in the house were wide awake.

Sakuma walked up to the windows, ticking a box on his checklist. The glass was spotless, as he liked. He made a mental note to give Arisato a compliment on it later. The older man then made his way to the kitchen, a complaint already in his mind. Breakfast was taking far too long, and he'd be giving that no good chef an earful for it.

He swung open the door, a wonderfuly sweet smell filling his nose. Despite how deliciously divine the scent was, he kept the stern look on his face unwavering.

"Komine, our master ordered a small breakfast of toast and rolled egg this morning. What on Earth is taking you so long?", he complained, sucking his teeth when he saw the Kansai man flipping a large fluffy pancake.

"Aw, get of my case, Sakuma! Yur always givin' me a hard time!"

Komine put a hand on his hip, turning to his superior. He didn't even need to look at what he was making, being so excellent at his craft.

"Because your reputation for being an Addlepated clot-head precedes you..."

He deadpanned.

"Yea yea! And you gotta reputation for usin' big words I don't understand. So there."

Komine cleared his throat, placing the last pancake atop the pristine pile.

"Breakfast is just takin' a little longer. I wanted to make something yummy for Tommy s'all."

Sakuma's forehead ticked.

"That's certainly not what Master asked for. "

"Well- Yeah."

Komine blew air from his lips, waving off his comment.

"But that was borin' though! Tommy needs something more hearty! The man needs some meat on his bones!"

"Why must you be so bull headed? You cannot just go against Master's orders whenever you please- And honestly, I've said it a thousand times, please refrain from calling him anything but Master! It is highly disrespectful!"

Komine sighed deeply, handing Sakuma the tray of food. What an absolute feast! Bacon, pancakes, rolled egg, fruit, toast, and a glass of OJ. It was more than anyone needed when they first woke up, really.

"Here! He doesn't hafta eat it all, but I felt like makin' it. My pride as a cook's on the line over here!"

The butler stared down at the food, thinking about tossing it, and making Komine start again from scratch. He didn't do that of course, since he didn't like wasting food and couldn't possibly be that mean.

"Fine then, but blatant disobedience of our Master won't be tolerated in the future. Understand?", Sakuma asked, lifting a brow.

"Yeah, yeah! I bet anything he'll be happy though! You just wait and see!"

"Indeed."

Sakuma blinked, then swiftly exited the kitchen. He was quick, but careful, as to not drop anything. Though, ever since his butler school days, he was skilled in balancing plates. He hardly had to think about it anymore.

Sakuma went one handed, checking his pocket watch with the other. Five minutes past schedule. He shuddered. Tardiness was blasphemy for a butler.

Finally, he reached Tomoaki's room, knocking once before entering for the sake of being polite. Knowing Maeda, he would be sleeping like a log though. The door cracked open, and Sakuma cracked the faintest smile. His master's sleeping face was so utterly adorable, a drastic change compared to how he was awake.

He set the food down on the nightstand, speaking ever so gently. He didn't want to give his lord a rude awakening after all.

"Master, it's time to wake up and greet the day", he spoke with saccharine susurration.

Maeda groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead, and rubbing his temples. Sakuma barely giggled a breath, seeing Tomoaki struggle to rise.

"Breakfast is ready for you. It's...quite a spread."

Tomoaki's brown eyes blinked open, foggy and tired. His stomach growled, and the mention of food roused his mind.

"Morning Sakumaa-aa-aaa-"

He finished off the last part of his greeting with a yawn, stretching, and shaking off the cobwebs.

"A spread, huh? I only remember asking for something small."

He glanced over at the food, eyes widening slightly. It really was quite a bit.

Sakuma sighed.

"Well Komine had other plans for you, it seems. I told him exactly what you wanted, Master."

The young adult waved it off, grabbing the food.

"Eh, whatever. Honestly, I don't mind. I'm hungrier than I thought I'd be."

Tomoaki almost drooled at the sight of all that delicious goodness. The fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey, the rolled egg cut into fun sized bites, the white toast- oh so buttery and warm, and that crispy bacon piled up high. He blinked, making sure it wasn't a fantastical dream.

'It's still hard getting used to eating like a king every day. I'm not complaining though! I wanna pig out!'

Sakuma smiled warmly.

"As long as you're happy, Master, so am I."

The brunette picked up the fork, about ready to take a stab at those pancakes, when he felt a little sharp pain in his gut. Maeda clicked his tongue, leaning forward ever so slightly, and cutting a short but boisterous fart.

FfffFrrrRRttt

Tomoaki laughed a bit, finding the release a little funny. He was a guy, and an immature one at that. Toilet humor still got a rise out him. So what?!

He looked up at Sakuma who could only stare in shock, pink in the cheeks.

"M-Master!"

Tomoaki cocked a brow, taking a bite of pancake.

"What? It's just some morning thunder, you prude. Never heard a fart before?"

"W-well that's- It's just a bit...Undignified. Don't you think?"

He stuffed a piece of egg in his mouth, annoyance plastered on his face.

"You calling your master undignified?"

Sakuma's heart sank! What a blunder he'd made! Saying such a thing about his dear Master!

"N-no! Not at all! I'm terribly sorry."

He bowed, not wanting to upset him any further.

"A lowly servant such as myself has no right to comment on your..f-flatulence."

Maeda snorted.

"Damn right. You're dismissed for now, Sakuma. I'll find a suitable punishment for you later."

"Y-Yes, sir."

Sakuma looked like a kicked puppy, as he exited the room. He mentally scolded himself for his rudeness, awaiting a consequence for his actions. He went to go reflect in his own quarters for awhile.

Once the butler left, and Tomoaki was alone, he snickered to himself. Honestly, Sakuma was way too gullible for his age.

'Sure, he kinda pissed me off talking like that, but still, I just wanted to fuck with him a little. No matter how tiny the offense, I can discipline him as hard as I want~'

Half an hour passed, and the Master finished up his breakfast. He burped into his fist, stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. It was a whole lot of food, but he cleared his plate fully.

He got dressed, still wracking his brain about what to do to Sakuma. Something that he'd yet to try, something cruel, filthy...His stomach gurgled, snapping him from his thoughts. But that gave him just the inspiration he needed, and a nasty idea creeped into his brain. He smirked, excited to try out his newest scheme.

He walked out into the hallway, seeing the muscular Todou lifting a table, while Arisato cleaned under it.

Todou smiled like a big dog, eager to greet his owner.

"Good morning, Master! Lovely day, huh?"

If he had a tail, it'd be wagging. The gentle giant always seemed to have a pep in his step.

"O-oh! Morning!"

Little Arisato paused his scrubbing for a moment, giving Maeda a teeny wave. He was far more important than any speck of dust after all.

"Hey, guys, can I ask a question real quick? Sorry to bother you."

Todou's eyes bugged out, and he practically dropped the large piece of furniture on his fellow butler.

"You could never bother us, Master! Please, ask away!"

"Mhm! We'd be happy to answer."

"Thanks, guys."

He smirked, putting a finger to his chin.

"What do you guys do when you have to rip ass? Is there some way you manage it?"

"H-huh?!"

Todou stood shocked, setting down the table when Arisato was finished.

Flustered, he tried his best to answer.

"U-Uh- I guess...um- When I need to f-fart, I usually walk outside. If I can't though, I'll do it out a window.. It filters the..er..smell outside."

He scratched his neck, embarrassed, honest to a fault.

"Hm. Gotcha. Arisato?"

"I-Is this an important question, Master? It's a little embarrassing."

Tomoaki scoffed.

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be asking. I thought you said you'd be happy to answer."

"S-sorry! My bad!"

The little thing squirmed where he sat, thinking for a moment.

"I, well, I mean- I try not to..If possible- But if I have to, I guess I usually go to my room and do it there."

His face burned crimson, and he looked up at Todou, who looked just as embarrassed as him.

"I gotcha. I gotcha."

Tomoaki made a 'hmm' noise, comically tapping his finger to his cheek. He found this quite fun.

"Interesting answers. As your master, I now forbid you from doing any of that."

"What?!", the two guffawed in unison."

"Master! T-that's!- What do you expect us to do?...If I might ask?", Todou quizzed, rubbing his arm.

"Y-yeah! What's gonna happen then?"

Tomoaki only laughed, a sadistic gleam in his eye.

"For now, you hold them in until I tell you otherwise. Make sure Ichinose and Komine know too. Got that? I need to go have a word with Mister Mizoguchi. None of your asses better be making a peep til I give you the direct order."

This was the strangest order the two had ever received, but stupidly, they complied. It wasn't like they had to, since he wouldn't be around to hear, but Tomoaki knew they'd listen. All five of them were wrapped around his finger.

"Y-Yessir! We'll tell them!"

"Mhm!"

Tomoaki walked off to speak to the oldest member of the house.

_______

"Ho ho ho...", Mizoguchi laughed, smiling.

"My, what a fascinating idea, young master. You have quite the mind."

The old man never batted an eye at Tomoaki's awful ideas. He was somewhat of an enabler, and would do anything he could to help.

"Heh! You really get me, Mizoguchi! I knew I could count on you to help! You think you can get that room all prepared by tonight?"

The elder nodded, eager to start.

"Why of course, Young Master. I bet I could finish it even sooner than that if I started immediately."

Maeda patted Mizoguchi's back, grinning.

"I'll let you hop to it then! You just call me when it's done."

"Of course, Young Master."

_____

"He wants us to do what?!", Komine shouted, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Tommy gets crazier and crazier every day. Nuttier than a barrel fulla squirrels."

"I'm positive he has his reasons. We can't doubt our Master!", Todou defended wholeheartedly.

"Well, yea, but- Our farts? Really?"

"Ichinose is...A little confused himself", the gardner spoke, blushing. Ichinose could only nervously play with the hem of his shirt.

"But..Todou's right....Master is..Master. And Master always knows what's best..."

"You're way too naive."

Komine pursed his lips.

"But I guess I'll go along with this. Not that I have much of a choice."

"We'll have to see where this goes."

_____

"It's perfect! Exactly how I pictured it!"

Tomoaki walked into the closet, staring at his master plan in wonderment. How did Mizoguchi get this done so fast?

"It's the highest honor to a butler knowing you're impressed, Young  Master. I couldn't ask for anything more."

The old man bowed humbly.

"After you get Mister Sakuma, please meet me in my room."

"Will do!"

Tomoaki left in a hurry, eager to go get the head butler. He was finally putting his idea into motion, and couldn't wait to make a mess out of Sakuma. Nothing made him happier than seeing that perverted butler writhe in masochistic pleasure by his own hand- Well, his hand plus a few more~

He wrapped on the door, wearing a cheerful smile.

"Sa-ku-ma! Come on out, won't you?"

Sakuma opened the door, a frown on his pretty face.

"Master, I'm-"

He paused, feeling Tomoaki's hand place itself gently upon his head. He gingerly pat his hair with short strokes, making the older man perk up. He couldn't help but smile.

"O-oh."

"Chin up, Sakuma. I'm taking you somewhere nice."

He stopped the petting, motioning for Sakuma to follow him. Of course, he did right away, quick as could be. They walked the halls in silence for awhile, til Sakuma finally spoke up.

"Master, where are we going if I might inquire?"

"Somewhere to punish you of course. You didn't think I forgot, did you?"

Tomoaki made sure to keep his tone chipper, careful not to be too aggressive right away. He was usually like this, an easygoing, happy guy...but when it came to the butlers, something deep inside him seemed to take over.

"O-oh! Of course not! Whatever punishment you see fit, I'll take it in stride."

Maeda grinned cruelly.

"I didn't have a doubt about it."

One trip down a flight of stairs later, and finally, the two reached their destination: A secret cellar underneath the mansion, originally used for storing wine. It was a little cramped, but everything had been moved from it to make some extra wiggle room. There was a light inside, a few books, a bucket, and a comfortable chair to sit on.

"Here we are. Your quarters for the next few hours."

Sakuma looked a bit nervous, but nodded. It looked comfortable enough. He could survive in there for a while, no doubt.

A soccer ball sized hole had been cut in the ceiling, and Sakuma looked at it curiously.

"You'll be in here until I come get you, so stay put 'til then."

Tomoaki walked off, locking the door.

"I don't know how I do it. God, I'm good", he gloated, walking to Mizoguchi's room.

On the way, he peered into the kitchen, seeing a large pot of chili brewing over the stove. He smirked. It was just as he requested.

"Oh! Good to see ya, Tommy."

Komine nervously smiled, rubbing his belly. At his master's orders, he hadn't ripped a single toot in three hours, and it was getting hard to contain. This couldn't have been healthy.

"Er- The chili idea was really somethin'! Western food was a bold choice!"

Komine's heart sunk when Mizoguchi told him what Maeda had asked for for dinner. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing. Despite his carefree attitude, Komine picked up on things like this the easiest. He had seen the world more than any butler in the manor.

"I know, right? I was really craving it tonight, I guess~ I had it at an American diner once, and just couldn't get it out of my head. You made sure to put lots of beans, right? It's way more authentic that way, ya know!"

Komine scratched the back of his neck, a low whine escaping his bowels.

"Oh, you know it, Master."

Tomoaki fakely widened his eyes, snapping his fingers together.

"Oh yeah! Bet your stomach's reeeally killing you right about now. Good news, you can fart again. Sorry 'bout that."

He smirked, thumbing over his shoulder in the direction of the storage closet down the hall.

"But you can only do it in that bright green chair in the storage closet.. Just installed it. You really can't miss it. Make sure to tell everyone, got it?"

"Err- Yea! Sure. Whatever ya say, Master."

Tomo sauntered out, proud of himself. Komine dropped what he was doing, running to tell everyone his newest order. It was a little suspicious, but everyone would be relieved no doubt.

_______

Tomoaki clicked through the security camera feeds on the monitor, each one serving a separate purpose. One showed Sakuma sitting inside his room, reading a book, and a few more cameras broadcasted different angles of the so called 'Fart Hole' Tomoaki designed.

To elaborate, the 'Fart Hole' was a wooden chair with a circle cut out in the middle. It was painted lime green, with a comfy cushion for seating on top. The chair sat in the corner of the unused storage closet with a suspicious hole covered up by mesh in the center of it. This was the only place the butlers were allowed to blow off steam for the rest of the night. They wouldn't dare disobey.

His face lit up, finding the arrangement absolutely perfect. He thanked Mizoguchi a few more times, before the old man left Tomoaki to his own devices. He was happy to build anything, and do anything for his master. Mizoguchi was the perfect servant indeed.

Tomoaki perked up, drumming on the table when he saw Komine enter the room.

_____

"I swear it- That man's really gotta few screws loose upstairs."

He blushed, looking back and forth, before plopping his tush down on the chair. Komine was a pretty naturally gassy guy (though he hid it well). He hardly needed any dinner to get his guts rolling, and by jove, the cook was on the verge of exploding.

"Gh- I'm 'bout to blow hard as an stuck cannon."

He pursed his lips, letting a low and slow toot rumble into the hole. Another ripper followed quick on it's tail, longer in length this time.

"Aw man! This is rough!"

Komine's eyes wandered down to the troubling hole, and he solemnly shook his head. He didn't even want to know what was happening here, and frankly, he wasn't trying to think about it too hard.

A mostly silent hisser burned out, making the poor man wince. It burned like lava; he didn't even want to imagine the smell.

_______

Sakuma on the other hand...Didn't have to.

Upon the first initial sniff, he had figured that some of the flooring was molding, but the fumes only got stronger as time passed by. He gagged, throwing a hand over his delicate nose. He closed his book shut, looking around the small space for the source of the smell.

A minute had gone by, and the air in the closet was practically toxic. He had figured out that the hole in the ceiling was definitely where the foulness was coming from...and Tomoaki had definitely put it there. What could his master possibly have in store for him?

"Heh. Smell good in there, Sakuma?"

"H-huh?! Master?"

Sakuma turned his head every which way, trying to find his master. It was only a speaker that was broadcasting his voice though.

"This is your punishment, but also a learning opportunity."

"M-Master, I don't-"

"All the butlers in this mansion are gonna be filling your room with farts tonight~ Komine's up first, and boy, is he packed full. You're in for an awfully fun time~"

Sakuma was dumbfounded. Komine was- How in the world? Why in the world?

"B-But Master- I...I just don't understand your reasoning for all this! What am I to learn?"

Tomoaki clicked his tongue.

"Use that big brain of yours. Really think hard."

The man blinked, scratching his head. He tried to ignore the smell, but it was so heavy in the air, like a dense smog. He wracked his enormous cerebral cortex for an answer. Sakuma firmly believed that Tomoaki couldn't be wrong, that he was merely missing some sort of bigger picture. In truth, Maeda was just looking to get off here, but it filled his heart with glee knowing Sakuma would defend his actions to the very end. Honestly, whatever reason the butler thought of was what he'd go with. Tomoaki found it pretty amusing.

He tilted his head slightly.

"Is this to teach me- perhaps; that flatulence isn't something to fear? That even butlers just like me can do something so crude?"

How cute. Tomoaki couldn't help smirking.

"You aced it. Want a cookie?"

"Oh, no reward necessary, Sir-"

"Alright, you're on your own now~ Smell you later, Sakuma~"

"Wait- Master?!...Master?!"

_____

"Unngg- Sonova-"

Komine gripped his belly, crinkling up his uniform. Holding his farts in all day couldn't have possibly been any good for him whatsoever. He ripped another, a blast so loud and beefy that it rattled the box. He had made himself a quick egg salad sandwich for lunch that afternoon, and he was starting to regret that choice immensely.

Ppppprrrrrtttttbbbbb

"Gah! Slithering salamander, that stings!"

He kicked up his leg, resting it on the wall. He needed some leverage, because things were getting awfully intense. This caused his ass to lift a bit, letting some of the gas in the box spill out into the relatively fresh air.

"Hrk- And it stinks too!", he complained, going green in the face, and covering up his nose.

_____

"Aaann- Noo- Ugghh-"

Sakuma groaned and protested, wanting nothing more than to Shawshank straight out of his makeshift prison with a spoon. The stench was utterly intense- And with Sakuma's perfect pedigree, he was at a disadvantage. Years of sampling exotic teas, and tasting wines had given him the sniffer of a devine God. He could pick up notes of jasmine in his Earl Grey, and hints of saffron in his soufflé...

He could also observe the fragrance of previously digested pickles and eggs that lingered in the air.

Komine's bowels weren't letting up, and Sakuma could smell every dirty detail in his functified fart cloud. This was debasing....filthy; Truly the lowest position a butler could be put in. How humiliating- To be huffing the gas of those post beneath him...

He felt a small twitch below

No. No way this could be happening. It was inconceivable. Sakuma refused to look down, refused to acknowledge it...but boy, was it there. That despicable itch, that burn... He didn't look, so it wasn't so. It couldn't be so.

_____

A final tumultuous toot blasted from his beguiling behind, funnelling straight into Sakuma's cell. Komine's farts were much like himself: pretty obnoxious. His gas was unrelenting, ear spilling, and made itself known to the world. He would have preferred it not to be so loud of course (or so rank), but 'twas his body. If bottled up, his gas would explode like a vinegar volcano.

"Haa...Aw man, how embarrassin'. Good thing Tommy wasn't there for that."

Komine stood up, dusting himself off. He paused, hiking up his leg to rip his final butt burp of the night.

"Whew, Back to dinner then."

He chuckled bashfully, and exited the room.

_____

As dinner was being served, Tomoaki served himself. A bottle of lotion half empty sat on his nightstand as he stroked away. This was almost as good as "Naughty Nurses Night Shift Nookie 3" (And that was a really good video!)

He ran a hand through his short hair, and ran the other through his short and curlys, fondling his member like no tomorrow. This was the life! He was making his own porno! A true artist- A master of the craft. He liked the ring of that one.

Sakuma was busy recovering from the onslaught, unable to get the scent from his nose. He slumped in his chair, rubbing his head. His master could be cruel, but he was certain this was necessary. This was training. His spirit would not be broken. His eyes peeked down, and to no surprise, his surprise was still there. How troubling indeed.

"Ha..What a stink- This will be quite the gruelling night."

Just as Tomoaki was ready to blow, his eyes darted to the camera. A certain blue haired tree hugger walked into view, squirming with every step. Had dinner already ended? He looked at the clock, and a whole half hour had passed. Ichinose must have been a quick eater.

_____

"Oohh no...That chili was...bad. Not good for Ichinose...His stomach."

The gardener placed a hand upon his belly, that gurgled beneath his fingertips. Ichinose closed the door up tight, wiggling his pants down slowly. He moved like molasses, slow like syrup. He had all the speed of a snail in a salt trap.

The man was no doubt a ditz, and his mind was always off somewhere high up in the clouds. He was innocent, and didn't have the sense to question his master. He was like that, a pure soul, heart full of trust.

His undies were the next to go, and with an air of gentleness, the gardener sat down. He glanced over at a pink begonia on the window sill, giving it a heavy hearted look.

"Ichinose is...sorry. Ngh!-"

pppbbbbrrrrttt

A small hiss, quiet as a tortoise escaped Ichinose's delicate hole. The fart wasn't particularly powerful, but it did feel awfully warm. He buried his face in his hands, taking a small whiff.

What the fart lacked in size, it made up for in sheer stench. God, it was vile. He had a naturally skunky, rotten vegetable type smell to his gas, and it could cause anyone to run for the hills. Luckily for Ichinose, he didn't fart like this too often. If his gas was normally so strong, it could have wilted his precious plants.

"Nngh. Stinky..."

He squinted his blue eyes, a soft fart puttering down below. He wiggled on the seat, trying to get himself comfy, but the pain in his belly was at an all time high. His light pink hole quivered with each release, making him gasp and sigh like a tender schoolgirl deflowered for the first time.

________

Sakuma gasped and sputtered, eyes wetting with dew. He wasn't sad, but the nearly toxic winds were causing his sinuses to flare. He could make out the smell of beans from the chili, but also the ever present odor of spinach left out in the sun for a week. It was rotten to the core, straight from the depths of whoever was sitting up there. Sakuma honestly had no idea, since there was a black cloth obscuring his view. A rump was on the other end of the hole, but he hadn't a clue whom it belonged to.

"Hrk- It's so utterly!--"

He choked, another SBD raining down from above. A fetid fog, a sickening shower... Though the butler above had only been farting for about ten minutes, it had felt like an eternity for the entrapped Sakuma. He took note of the lack of sound, and surmised that was probably why they were so awful. He knew the all too embarrassing saying about silent ones...

His ears did pick up a low groan though. The voice was airy and delicate, and sounded pained. It was undoubtedly Ichinose, whom he had known longest of all the butlers. Sakuma's expression was soft, taking pity on his suffering friend even if he was in far more agony. His small, cold room was starting to feel a little...warmer (mostly because of the farts- But like..In a metaphorical sense)

_______

"Mmm! Haa! It- It hurts!!"

Ichinose's gentle eyes watered, as he gripped the sides of his seat. The gas was fiery hot, and burned his poor behind like white hot coal. He was going to be awfully sore after this.

"Ohhh..Ichinose is...So full- He's sorry!"

He stammered out an apology, though he didn't know to who. Perhaps it was to his poor flower friend who was currently wilting without any clean air to speak of.

bbbbblllllrrrTTTtttttttFFffff

His final rip; lava incarnate, sent his head into a tizzy. The first toot of the night that actually made any real sound. It was good and damn long too. His tongue hung from his mouth after, and the poor boy began to pant. His asshole was seared like a charcoal grill.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

"I-Ichinose?! Are you in there, buddy?!"

A familiar voice...

He weakly turned his head to the door, calling out to his friend.

"Y-yes..Ichinose is..here."

"U-u-uh..Okay! Just urm- let me know when you're finished!"

The bodyguard's voice sounded strained and impatient. Ichinose hiked up his drawers a little quicker than before, opening up the door.

The lumbering lug stood squirming in place, trying his best to give a winning smile.

Todou was always so considerate of others, and contrary to his appearance, was one of the nicest people anyone could hope to know. He was good with kids, a little clumsy, and kinda dense...but his heart was ten sizes too big, and he was always there to lend a hand. The bumbling beefcake had his place as the mansion's sole protector. Guard dogs, bodyguards from a far off land, security cameras...Tomoaki insisted none of them were needed as long as Todou was around. He himself knew that he wasn't the smartest guy around, but his strength was unmatched.

"Best of luck..."

Ichinose gave a bow, disappearing off to his treasured garden.

Todou swung the door open, stumbling to the box. He yanked off his pants and undies, planting his bottom firmly on the hole. He hadn't exactly understood the whole "no farting unless you do it in the box" rule, but he knew Tomoaki had some reason for it. He just figured he wasn't bright enough to understand what it was.

"T-This is the pits! You just couldn't stop yourself from getting thirds of that chili, could you, Todou?!", he whined, his toned tummy gurgling.

He blushed as a wet, meaty fart blew from his hole. Todou daintily fanned the area in front of his schnoz with his large hands. He squeezed his thighs together, and soiled the air once again.

"Mmnng- T-this is just too much!!"

His wind had a special, wettish quality to it that was unlike most. Perhaps it was all the protein and fiber he ate to stay fit, but his gas could be downright gnarly. He was delicate, and could hardly ever handle what he put out. The smell of his own farts made Todou queasy, and he got pretty embarrassed whenever one happened to slip. He didn't really blast ass more than your average Joe, and could only recall being especially gassy on days when he was trying to bulk up. Sure, his diet was super healthy, but all the meat and veggies he ate came at the cost of giving him some truly wicked butt bombs.

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He moaned in relief, doubling over on his box. The sudden release stretched his poor button out wide. The feeling of the biohazardous fumes spilling from his body was a little more pleasurable than he'd care to admit.

"O-ohh!! Ah--Geez~ I'm glad no one was around for that", he muttered, scratching his neck.

_______

Sakuma didn't even have the words for just how vile this all was. He didn't get a single break between Ichinose and Todou. (He knew these farts belonged to Todou because of just how loud the footsteps were above him. You'd have to be deaf to miss those enormous floor slappers stomping around).

He'd went from bad to worse, as the air around him became more and more tainted. There was nowhere for the stink to ventilate, and Todou's gas was in a league of it's own. You could bottle the stuff and use it to kill roaches.

The head butler was disgusted, and yet...so incredibly stiff. His breaths became shallow, and his face turned a sickly green. The more nauseous Sakuma felt, the more his nipples began to harden. What an incredibly odd butler he was. As each minute passed, the longing for his master only grew.

"It burns...Ngh-"

Erect, dizzy, shamed, and lonely; Sakuma felt his eyes roll back into his head. For the next couple minutes, he'd be knocked out cold.

_______

Things continued on for awhile, Todou would blast his nasty gas unwittingly onto the captive below him, and fill up the cellar with noisome fumes.

He had one last big stinker to go, and it just wouldn't budge. He clenched his teeth, and balled up his fists, finally acquiring the strength to push out the behemoth of a fart. It was drawn out, and went on for about ten seconds.

"G-Gaah!!"

He took a minute to catch his breath, and putting his trousers back on. He gave a curious whiff, recoiling from the smell. The odor was similar to a pack of ground beef that got tossed out in a dark, dank alley...and covered in mystery fungus.

"That's awful! Geez..I really need to watch what I eat."

He stood up, fanning his behind, totally flustered.

"Oh, I'm glad master wasn't there for that..I'd be ten times more embarrassed."

Todou quickly exited the room, making sure to swing the door a few times to aerate the room. He'd feel bad leaving the place a total stink bomb.

And not five minutes later, a shrill cry could be heard from down the hall, accompanied by frantic footsteps.

"Uuuwaaaaa!! Noooo!!"

Tomoaki knew who that was, plugging his ears while he watched the screen. What a grating voice...

"I-I can't! Master's gonna get mad at meeee!"

The cleaner barrelled into the room full force, red in the cheeks, and holding his ass with both hands. He stumbled on the door, nearly tripping; a little "ouchie!", spilling from his lips. He  proceeded to clumsily sit on the chair, breathing a big sigh of relief.

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"Haa~ That was a close one!"

Arisato wiped his forehead, a few droplets of sweat flicking off the shiny surface.

He was relatively new to being a butler, but the eighteen year old was always trying his best. He was a total klutz, a chatterbox, and a general pest..but his uppers found him endearing. Sakuma scolded him often, but he always tried to never be too harsh. It wasn't as if he was faking his clumsiness to get attention or anything, so the head butler tried to go easy on the little squirt. His big eyes and adorability had gotten him far in life. Arisato was like... a little brother- or clingy puppy in a way.

A low gurgle escaped his bloated stomach, making him gasp loudly.

"Oh nooo..That's not good."

He slid his pants down to reveal his plump, pale cheeks. A rather large fart bubbled out, leaving him a sputtering mess. Despite his size, his gas was pretty booming. His signature scent wasn't as nostril burning as the others, but when Arisato cracked one off, it was hard to miss it. A couple more raunchy rippers rumbled out rapidly. On their own, the smell wasn't much, but combined, it filled the room below with a musty, fishy aroma. It was like a clamorous thunderstorm on a smelly tuna boat.

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"U-Uggh! Oh gosh- That's so gross! Oh, I don't even deserve to live!!"

The blondie dramatically protested and whined, cutting a couple more loose as he did. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his tongue hung out. About five minutes passed, and finally his swollen gut began to flatten. He was now, undoubtedly out of gas.

"Waaa..So embarrassing."

Quickly, Arisato buckled back up, and scurried away, red as a beet with a sunburn.

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Tomoaki opened up the door of the tiny room, allowing some light from the hallway to shine in. Sakuma looked debased, dishevelled, and worn out. Of course, that wasn't all Tomoaki noticed. Sakuma also happened to be panting erotically, and stiff as a rock to boot. His dick stood fully erect in a tent, rubbing up against the fabric of his suit pants. He didn't lay a finger on it though. Nearly two hours of being full mast, and yet...he didn't touch his throbbing erection even once. A small wet spot stained the navy fabric. The once neat and tidy man looked so utterly pitiful.

Sakuma perked up, eagerly looking to the side. His eyes filled with an immense happiness seeing his master. He didn't have to be told, crawling over to Tomoaki and kneeling at his feet. Maeda, his divine, wonderful master had come to see him after his punishment. He was too exhausted to stand up fully, but just seeing Tomoaki's face made his heart swell with joy. His eyes looked up, begging silently for praise.

"Heh...Just look at you. Four hours of huffing farts, and you can still move. You're pretty damn resilient", he said, giving the older man a pat on the head. His little grin was like pure sugar to Sakuma, who responded aptly.

"Y-yes? You think so?", he tiredly asked, trying to wake himself up.

"Sorry, Master. I'm tickled pink to see you...but I feel quite tuckered at the moment."

He flashed an apologetic smile, not harboring any anger at Tomoaki whatsoever. He felt his punishment had merit and that he'd learned something, of course, but he was also extraordinarily gratified.

Maeda chuckled.

"Damn, you really know how to push my buttons, Sakuma. You know, I busted my load five times while I watched you squirm."

Sakuma burned bright red.

"Aa!- W-well that's quite the compliment."

"But fuck...I was getting kinda impatient. I wanna defile you with my own hands. Strip for me."

"But of course, Master", he said with a timid smile.

Sakuma tinged red, but he was already used to this. He complied, removing all the clothes off his body. He was smooth, devoid of hair, and oh so ghostly pale. His nipples were a beautiful shade of pink, and his cock was good sized upright... No one knew this besides Tomoaki, but Sakuma was much more of a masochist then he let on. A perverted butler who got off to pain and humiliation at the hands of his master. The perfect, and most adorable plaything.

"What...are your orders, Master?", Sakuma asked, already panting softly. His hands lay neat at his sides, and he looked forward at Tomoaki with servile, submissive eyes.

"Just obey my every command~"

Out of his back pocket, Tomoaki pulled out a shiny white device, only moderately big.

He pressed a button from a remote in his pocket, making the long, smooth thing vibrate in his hands.

"Not to sound thick, Master, but.. what is that strange device?"

He was being genuine. The thirty year old was so sheltered, he didn't even know what sex toys were. Tomoaki almost laughed out loud.

"This goes inside you, Sakuma. It's a vibrator."

"A vibrator..."

He gulped, staring at the phallic object. Compared to his Master's, that thing was puny, but still, he was nervous. Sakuma still wasn't used to these things yet.

"Show me everything."

Sakuma complied willingly, lifting his tight, supple ass upwards with an air of sluttiness.

"Is-Is this alright, Master?", he softly cooed, practically begging for praise.

Tomoaki exhaled through his nose.

"Yeah. You look really fucking sexy right now."

He ran his hand along the arch of the butler's back, making him shiver under his fingers.

"T-Thank you."

He smiled, honored to hear such a thing from the man he served.

Tomoaki usually wasn't one for preparation, but he cut his losses, knowing he'd have a bloody mess to clean up if he didn't at least put a finger in first.

So he shoved his digit inside the waiting Sakuma, then two more, not caring about gentleness or anything like that. He wasn't the compassionate type, but the one being penetrated didn't mind.

"A-aah! Master! Nnggh!"

He yelped, then moaned, as Tomoaki diddled around inside him. His ass throbbed and pulsed around Maeda's fingers, making him bury his face in the floor. His erection was even more painful now that Tomoaki was teasing him so!

"S-Stop- Nn- Aaghh!"

"Sure~"

The sadist finally pulled out, a sticky trail dripping from his fingers.

Sakuma's hole looked nice plump, ready for something a bit thicker.

The man breathed heavily, absentmindedly swaying his rear end back and forth. So provocative. He really knew how to get his Master going.

"Haa..Haa..Master, I didn't.. Why- mm...Why did you stop?"

"Because sticking my fingers up a dude is fucking gross", he spat, wiping his ruined hand on his corduroys.

Sakuma looked up, dejected.

"I'm sorry for being born a man--"

"Nah, don't worry about it. You're plenty good enough."

He trailed a hand on his ass, giving it a good smack. He contradicted himself way too often, but that was Tomoaki for you. He was a confusing, childish, contrary man.

Sakuma yelped, making him grin.

"No women I know make filthy noises like you do, Sakuma."

"M-my goodness..."

Tomoaki cracked his knuckles, grabbing the vibe. He was ready to stick that sucker in, and he did it without missing a single beat.

"Aaaahgh!! Hngg!!"

Sakuma mindlessly mewled from the sensation of something so large forcing it's way into his small hole. The prepping helped, but still, he was only a butler, a virgin until Tomoaki came along. He gripped his tummy with one hand, worried he'd be able to feel it. It vibrated his insides, shaking his senses.

"M-Masterrr! I can't-!"

"Tch. Can't what? You better not push it out. I went through so much trouble to prepare you. Mine's bigger anyway."

"M-mm. Y-Yes. Much bigger, master. I-it's..warm...and fills me. T-this is hard and- and cold. Nothing like you."

Tomoaki smiled wickedly, slapping his tender ass again.

"You really know what to say to a guy, Sakuma."

He flicked off the device, giving the head butler a wee break from the intense waves of pleasure he was experiencing all at once.

In an instant, Tomoaki winced, feeling that twinge in his tummy once more. He'd been holding back since that morning from cutting the cheese, and it was starting to hurt like hell. What a fucking pain.

He quietly cursed, pulling Sakuma back up into a kneeling position.

"Since I made you feel so good just now, I deserve a reward. If your Master's in pain, you'll do anything to help him, right?"

"O-of course! The idea of you suffering breaks my heart, Master! Just say the word, and I'll do anything."

He ignored the throbbing pain in his hole, his fatigue; coming to his lords' aid with much haste. He was a perfect butler in this regard, more worried about his master than his own wellbeing.

"Glad to hear it."

Sakuma's loyalty made Tomoaki's heart feel full. He was at the top, the most important person to his the servile man. It inflated his already massive ego. He grinned, and pushed the naked man up against the wall with his bright pink sneaker.

"Guh!-"

"Stay right there, wouldja? Don't move a muscle. I need to you to take this for me. It's your punishment."

Tomoaki whipped around, shoving his jean clad ass in the butler's face.

Sakuma went tomato red, eyes widening.

"Mff?!"

"Ah, shit- Fuck, that hurts."

He bit his lip, ripping a gnarly fart in Sakuma's face. A little sigh of relief escaped his lips, grinding himself up and down.

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"U-unngg!? Haaa?! Mmff!", Sakuma cried out, eyes watering from the smell. His nose was pressed right against Maeda's pants, and the stink had nowhere to go except his nasal cavity. He felt dizzy; the putrid, eggish odor flowing up his nostrils, making his lungs scream in absolute agony. This was brand new from what he had experienced before. He had smelled plenty of farts that night, but none had been ripped right in his face. That honor was reserved for his master.

Again, a low raspy fart bubbled out of him, and gas made a devilish popping sound against his nose. The scent hung around him in a miasma thick as butter, cleaning to Tomo's pants. The fart was fiery hot in every sense of the word. It burned coming out, and it burned going into Sakuma's sensitive sniffer.

"N-no! Nng-"

Another toot came fast and steady. Without thinking, Sakuma's head bucked to the side, turning away from the sheer force of the rip.

"You put your head right back where it was, Sakuma. That's an order", Tomoaki threatened lowly.

"Mm- I'm t-truly sorry master- Hrk! It's just!-"

"Gross? Is that it??", Tomoaki hissed.

"N-No!! That's not!-"

"If you wanna quit, just say the word, Sakuma!!"

He didn't like defiance one bit, and if Sakuma thought, he, his godly master was gross, then Tomoaki had the right mind to choke him to death. What was the point of a butler who didn't appreciate and love everything his master gave him? That would be a useless butler, total garbage unfit to serve anyone....

His face darkened, and he whipped around. His mind was already set in stone stubbornly. Sakuma found him repulsive...He felt his hands ball, mindlessly raising them to bring his wrath down on the poor butler.

Sakuma's eyes widened, and he was snapped from his trance. Tomoaki's farts were powerful enough to totally paralyze him. He held up his hands, and squeezed his peepers shut.

"I-I just really!- Love them too much!!"

His words were clear as he shouted, louder than he had ever been before.  This was the most outspoken the meek man had ever been. He didn't falter. His voice was full of truth, without an ounce of uncertainty. Sakuma was a bad liar, and this..It was certainly no lie.

Tomoaki lowered his fists ever so slowly.

"Haah??"

"I said...I-I love them. Master, I-I could never find you gross. I apologize for coming across that way. Anything you give to me, I was born to love it, to cherish it."

Sakuma buried his flustered face in the palms of his hands. He tried to convey his feelings properly, even if he was rambling a tad.

"They are certainly intense, but as your head butler, they're nothing I can't handle. I simply--hurt so much...down there.."

Relief washed over Tomoaki, and he let out a laugh. Yeah. That's right. He was being silly. Sakuma was a devout servant who could never think badly of him. It wasn't like he was self conscious or anything like that...Probably..but the lord of the estate needed to be reminded of Sakuma's loyalty every so often, or else something deep down would start to eat at him.

He smirked, using his shoe to massage the bulge.

"You love my farts that much, huh? Alright. You're gonna cum from them."

Maeda pushed Sakuma's surprised face up against the wall with his rear end. Yet again, a ripe fart rumbled out, filling the surrounding area up with his musky scent. Sakuma cried out in pure ecstasy, rubbing his nose up and down the crack of his ass. He looked filthy, like a dirty dog in heat. He'd been conditioned that night, and was now craving that sweet, sweet release more than he ever had before.

This was a new kind of torment, a disgusting torture thought up by the most depraved mind around.

Another burst of stink travelled up Sakuma's nostrils, as Tomoaki unzipped and whipped out his pecker once again. The man recognized the noise, even with his eyes obscured by ass. He wanted to taste it on his tongue, to smell the manly pheromones that wafted off it...But he was more than satisfied with the back end tonight.

Tomoaki fapped, and let out one more, triumphant, glorious fart. It was loud and proud, long and strong, and had an earthy, moldy cheese scent. The butler relished in it, letting the fumes go to his head.

They both came in lovely strands of ivory, making beautiful music together. The sounds of choral moans, cascading fluids, and a booming tuba toot was definitely an odd tune, but for the pair, it was welcome.

Sakuma collapsed in bliss, mumbling one last thank you to his gracious master.

Tomoaki bit his lip, turned around, and pumped his schlong once more. One last spurt of baby gravy splattered across the glasses of his unconscious servant.

"Heh...Well that was a lot of fucking fun."

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Sakuma sat at the dinner table with his fellow butlers, eating a graceful meal of short rib and risotto.

"Give me your thoughts on the sauce guys. I worked up a real sweat makin' it, and I'm planning to serve it for Tom- Er..Master tomorrow!", Komine corrected himself, beaming.

The head butler gave the hick a sideye, dabbing a napkin on his soft supple lips.

"It's passable- But this meat is far too raw for our Master. You may like it cooked this way, but you must take his tastes into account when you prepare him food."

"Heh. Ya got me there, Sakuma. You think about all that stuff way more than me."

"Sakuma knows Master better than any of us! He's so cool!", Todou complimented with childish wonderment, eyes sparkling.

"M-Me?!--I hardly deserve such praise!"

Sakuma cleared his throat, feeling pretty happy from the comment.

"Oh Komine, this rice is so so so good!"

Arisato shoved a spoonful down his gullet, moaning happily as he tasted it. Their Kansai chef really had a knack for preparing food.

"Oh yeah?? Ya think so?"

Chatter continued at the dinner table for awhile as the staff all shared their meal. They didn't eat together all the time, but when they did, it was awfully special.

Sakuma paused, blushing when he smelled something familiar among the scents of their meal.

"My stars! Ichinose! Don't you know how rude it is to break wind at the table?"

The quiet man flinched, lowering his head a tad.

"Ichinose is...sorry, Sakuma...He couldn't hold it in."

He coyly pointed to himself.

"But...how did you know..it was me?"

Sakuma pulled at his shirt collar.

"Uh...lucky guess."

[chiradipdakshi]

Novel: 3 On 1

Author: Chiradip Dakshi

Chapter 1: The Unknown Girl

Genre: College, Slice of Life, Romance, Comedy, Fiction

[ The bell rings]

"Fuck off! I will sure make sure this clock is thrown out in the trash. It's unbearable."

Oh, the story started? Sorry about that. Hello, I am Johnny Western. I'm nineteen years old teen guy. I didn't have much for a hobby. The only hobby I have is basketball. I used to go running about five kilometres daily, but today, I am too late to go for running. It has been about three months since I graduated from Sylvia high, a local renowned high school in the city of Toronto. My family lives in New York City but I had to transfer to Toronto due to the school. It us embarrassing to say, but all girls in my high school were fan of me. Today's is my first day of college. I had no talents for science so I picked up to study Archaeology since I knew taking this subject will help me to go around different parts of the world. When I was in twelfth grade, I used to see travelling videos and it inspired me that I should also go to see the world.

It was a nice weather outside. Birds chirping all over the garden, green everywhere although there was a broad road going across the middle of the society. We had a garden at the back of my house. Actually, my parents had me rented a house near the college I would be visiting. The house was purely white with a garage at the front, a swimming pool at the back. I had a dream to become a YouTuber, so I made a separate studio for me in the first floor. The theme was for gaming. The reason I woke up late was because I went sleeping late because of a live stream, Ha-ha. So, coming to my morning routine. Specifically, nothing, just a shower before college, a bowl of corn flakes with milk. I heavy breakfast light because I heard that there is a short break after having two consecutive lectures. So, I'm late. See you at the college.

[Meanwhile, Arthur running.]

Hello I'm Arthur Rowland. Nice to meet you. I'm eighteen. My hobby is painting. I barely go outside unless my friends ask me out. A little shy. Prefer not to speak, unless necessary. So, after running about three kilometres, I go to the convenience store and take some necessary groceries for the day which includes bread, some instant ramen, and some vegetables. Alright, coming to my extraordinary personalities. Since I was in the second last year of my high school, I had a knack towards photography. So, I joined the photography club of our high school. If you think that what's the use of photography club in high school, then I must tell you the answer. Fortunately, we work with the newspaper club and send them the necessary photographs they need for a particular article and for that they used to share thirty percent of the total budget they get for the year since the budget for the photography club was the lowest of all the clubs in the high school. Beside this, school student council used to ask us out during any fest or any event in the school. And for that we get a fixed amount of money. And I am proud that I was the president of our photography club. But now all things have changed. Now is the time for us to go to a college. So, I'll be joining the same college as Johnny, whom you all heard before. I will be taking arts in the college since this could help me to carry forward my dream of becoming a photographer. Like we said, we are besties. Hehe!

[The phone rings]

"Yes coming!" Arthur shouted.

"Hello! Oh, it's you Johnny! Long-time no call bro. How have you been?"

"Yeah bro, I'm fine. See, we are going to the same college. So, I think we should join the same club. So, choose accordingly" Johnny from the other side.

"Ye... Yeah bro! Of course, if we get so."

Finding a trembling voice over the phone, Johnny got disgusted. " Hey, hey, hey! What you mean by probably? We definitely be joining the same club. By the way where are you now?"

"What's the time?"

"It's nine."

"Oh, fuck man! We're gonna be late bro? I haven't even entered my house yet. The college is from ten. Uuggggh! " Arthur shouted suddenly in between the public.

"Huh! That's why I tell you, be punctual. See I am ready. Just left to have my breakfast. " Johnny with pride.

"Tell me, have to gone running today?"

"Y...ye...Yes! Of course, I've gone."

"Stop lying bro!"

"Heh. You surely see through me all the time. Have you call the other idiot? "

"Who? Tom?"

"Yeah!"

"No. But don't worry. He'll just be alright."

[Meanwhile, Tom sneezes.]

Hello, I'm Tom Henderson, age same as Johnny, meaning Arthur is the youngest among us three. I like experimenting pranks over the other two. I never wasted their weekends without pulling pranks on them. I didn't listen to them. I have a good quality. I always break a serious mood of my friends. And Arthur and Johnny would accept me as they knew that I was only guy who helped them to understand that however may be the reason, we shouldn't let ourselves down and step back from the important days of our lives.

"Who the hell is talking about me?' said Tom after sneezing.

[Phone rings]

"Where are you?" Arthur called.

"In my house. But why? Anything bad happened?"

"Nothing bad but it's worst. We are late for school, man"

"What's the time?" Tom asked curiously.

"Fifteen minutes to start"

"Damn, man! I'm late." Tom keeps the phone in the bag and smiles for a second.

Arthur took the metro and boarded off at 1459 London Road. Then he kept running as fast as he could as it was almost three minutes remaining to enter the campus. On the last minute, Johnny entered. "Ooof...at last we managed" Arthur while relaxing. "But wait, hasn't Tom been here yet?

[From their back]

"Greetings, my friend! Long time no see! How have you all been?" Tom surprises both of them. "I thought you are late since you told me that you were late." "I lied" Tom after smiling. "You damn brat" Johnny got angry. "I'm sorry bro" Tom rubbing the hand at the back of the head. "My family members are all thin even if they eat all the junk food, even me too" Tom after smiling. "Why are we exercising Johnny? Is it that necessary? I'm envious of Tom's physique" Arthur with his crying face.

"Hey, we are late, run!" They started running along the corridors as fast as they could. They decided to enter through the second door, the back of the auditorium where the freshers meeting will be held.

[An unknown girl came running blindly from the front door and got crashed with the three boys]

"Ow! S...Sorry! I wasn't looking" the girl said.

"Don't worry! We weren't looking, so it was our fault too. We should apologize."

When the girl raised his head, something happened at her heart. It felt like she got her future prince. Normally, a girl gets only one prince but here is the story of a girl fascinated by the three boys. The girl blushed out and ran away. The last thing went over the boys' head.4

"What was that?" Johnny asked.

"I don't know."

And the three of them stared at the empty corridor with the girl running out. What will happen in the story? How will the girl react if they meet them again? Find out as the story continues.

                                  ***

If you like, do follow me @chiradipdakshi for new parts. See ya again❤😉

[youreawizardharr]

Cradlesona Event: School Days AU

[the image used can be sourced here.]

Welcome to Milreth

Name: Milreth Academy

Location: Central Quarter

Emblem: Two Staffs Clashing

Motto: "Ever Progressing."

Headmaster: William Latton

Academy Hours: 7:30 a.m - 4:30 p.m

Office Hours: 6:20 a.m - 6:20 p.m

Lunch Hour: 12:30 p.m - 1:15 p.m

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My piece for the Cradlesona AU event

Tagging: @lovingsiriusoswald

The uniform below can be found right here.

The uniform Eirene has worn since she attended Milreth Academy as a first year student. She always wears the jacket during class hours, and takes it off during breaks.

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"Hold fast to dreams,

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird,

That cannot fly."

Basic Information

Name: Eirene Beverly Chapman

Age: 20

Date of Birth: July 9th

Bloodtype: AB

Gender: Female

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 127lbs

Occupation(s): The Classicists

Affiliation(s): Milreth Academy

Alignment: Neutral Good

Item(s): a lanyard with her student ID

Academic Information

Year at Milreth Academy: Second Year

Academic Club: House of Arts

Choice of Course: Art & Design

Major: Fine & Studio Arts

Degree Needed: Master's Degree

The Overview: The coursework of a studio and fine art degree typically focuses on the branch of art students choose, such as painting, sculpture, illustration, animation or performance.

Favorite Subject(s):

Reading

History

Literature

Language Arts

Least Favorite Subject(s):

Mathematics

Science

Grade Point Average: 3.8

Academic Credits: 390

Studying Habits:

Eirene prefers a quiet enviroment to study for exams, complete homework or class assignments, practicing with drawing on paper, painting illustrations.

She sometimes organizes study sessions for upcoming exams or class projects (to which she deems important for social interactions, boosts friendships, and helps others in areas they have a harder time with). Eirene usually studies with almost everyone, but studies with Harr and Loki mostly.

Eirene has an exceptional memory, so she doesn't have to write down everything she needs to do or to get.

Her sleep schedule varies at nighttime, mostly because of projects, assignments, writing essays, or exams.

She makes sure to eat healthier snacks.

Student History:

Eirene received a perfect attendance award for never missing a day, or being marked as tardy for being late to class.

A painting she did of the garden in the Civic Center was auctioned at a museum for an extremely high price.

She has wrote several short stories which were published and sold at bookstores across the Central Quarter.

Student Life:

Eirene doesn't have much of a social life, meaning she isn't the partying type, and likes to spend her time wisely by being productive than some of her friends.

She loves going to Milreth's enormous library, but avoids the cafe because it gets overly crowded during exam days.

Eirene enjoys taking long walks or jogging along Milreth's huge courtyard.

Whenever inspiration strikes, she loves drawing, writing, or painting whatever it is that catches her interest. Eirene usually submits these pieces for classes.

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Relationships

Harr Silver ;

Harr is a third year student at Milreth Academy. However, he and Eirene are taking two completely different courses. With Eirene having chosen art & design, majoring in fine and studio art, where as he's taking a course on engineering, majoring in architecture. The two are constantly busy, but always find the time to spend together.

Eirene leans forward, continuing to run the tips of her fingers through black tresses. "Hey, Harr?" Her inquiry is murmurered, but the man in question hears her, humming to confirm he heard her. "Want to come over for a study session? You can bring Loki along, if you feel uncomfortable being alone with me." Harr opens his visible eye, staring up at his girlfriend of two years. "W-What do you need help with?" He looks away from her, a blush blossoming onto his face. "Are you having problems with math again, Eirene?"

She stops playing with his hair to stroke his reddening cheek. "You know I've never been particularly talented with mathematics, Harr. But you seem to have no issues with figuring out complicated math problems, am I right?"

The third year student sat up, shifting to address his lover. "I can help you in areas you have the most trouble with. If I have issues with drawing and maping things out, I know you will help me. We balance eachoth--- Eirene cuts him off, pressing her lips against his. Pulling away, she smiles happily. "You know I'll do anything for you, right, Harr?"

Loki Genetta ;

Loki is a first year student at Milreth Academy. He decided to take a course on business, majoring in business management & administration, minoring business sales. Loki wanted to take a course on business, so that he can work closely with Harr. Hoping that, when the two of them graduate, they can open up their own business in Cradle.

Eirene and Loki always hang out together on weekends or through group study sessions. If Harr is too busy, Loki will help Eirene with her standardized homework, and even allows her to practice drawing illustrations of him and watch her paint them, afterward.

Loki procrastinates completing his work alot of the time, making Harr lecture him about the importance of his education and that working hard will pay off once he graduates, even reminding Loki about them opening their own business in the Central Quarter, which inspires Loki to complete his work.

"Loki, have you completed your homework?" Harr inquired the pink haired teen, scrubbing a filthy dish with a soapy sponge. "Have you even started your class project? You know, your paper is due next week." Loki silently toys around with his unfinished dinner, causing the tips of the fork to scrap against the glass. "Eirene is writing my paper. And before you start nagging, she offered to write it for me. She said she wanted to practice writing, so I agreed in exchange for doing her math homework for her. I hate writing, you know that. I believe this is fair."

Harr rinces the plate once he finished scrubbing, setting it down in the dish rack. "Your education is important. I've told you this countless times. Both of you should be doing the work yourselves, so that you can learn to accomplish in areas you're weak in." The third year student grabs another plate to scrub. "Do you want to open up a business with me once you graduate from the academy?" Loki stood up from the table to scrap leftover food into the trash with his fork. "I do want to open up a business with you, Harr. I thought this course would be fun, but it's not fun. There's too much work involved." A sigh escapes from Harr. "Loki, you have to work for what you want. Life isn't going to hand everything to you. If you want to open up a business with me, work hard to achieve it. I will support your dream."

Loki ran up the stairs to his room, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing throughout the house. Harr returns to washing the rest of the dishes, making a mental note to lecture Eirene at a later date.

Seth Hyde ;

Seth is a third year student at Milreth Academy. He decided to take a course in art & design, majoring in fashion & apparel design. He wants to be a fashionista, and expand his experience in the fashion industry of Cradle. Seth is confident in his ability to design fashion wear for women.

Eirene and Seth met by accident one afternoon (during break, to be more precise), becoming good friends with one another.

"You made a mistake." Eirene pointed out, gesturing toward the mistake Seth made. The man let out a shriek when he noticed the mistake. "How can this be?! I was certain I drew the curves correctly!" Smiling, Eirene takes the artbook from him, using her own pencil to erase the mistake and correct it. "No worries." She handed the drawing book back to him. "My name is Eirene Chapman."

He grins, placing the artbook down beside him. "My name is Seth Hyde. Want to be friends, Eirene? We can bond over artwork."

The two of them mostly hang out during breaks, sharing their drawing techniques, offering advice about improving styles, etc. Seth and Eirene brainstorm color palettes, and Seth watches Eirene paint his designs.

Jonah Clemence ;

Jonah is a third year student of Milreth Academy. He decided to take a course in art & design, majoring in drama & theater art. He's confident with his performances on the stage, and wants to be a famous, talented actor of Cradle. Eirene met Jonah when she was tasked to help set the stage for an upcoming event the academy planned for.

"This goes against my aesthetics." Jonah remarked, taking Eirene's artwork and throwing it on the floor of the stage. "Make it better." The second year student kept her mouth shut, feeling her eyes sting with unshed tears. Seth came up besides Eirene, picking up the scenery illustration she made. "What do you know about aesthetics, Cling of Hearts? I believe Ei did a fantastic job painting this piece. Do you know how many hours she's worked on it?" The fashion designer scolded the young actor. "Do you?"

The Queen of Hearts scoffed, regarding Seth with disdain. "No, but I don't care. Everything has to be perfect for this play, since I have the lead role. Second best is not an option."

Eirene forces a smile, reaching down to pick up an opened can of paint. "You think my work is second best? I put my heart into everything I draw, paint, and write. If you wanted someone better, then you shouldn't have wasted your time asking for MY help." She dumps all the paint on Jonah, throwing the can off to the side once there's nothing left, storming off the stage, leaving a shocked Seth and an angry Jonah behind.

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Save Me • Prologue {bts x reader}

summary: When everything (Y/N) did in her life was to live for her parents, never doing anything for her own happiness, the pressure becomes too much and she finds herself on a bridge, ready to jump. But someone saves her.

genre: angst, romance, slightly smut.

warnings: mentions of depression / suicide / suicidal thoughts / self harm, possibly smut in next chapters.

pairings: min yoongi x reader, jungkook x reader, park jimin x oc, other bts members x reader ( platonically ).

words: 1.477

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Please keep in mind, English isn't my first language and this isn't edited yet. Also, let me know if you'd like another part of this!

" All my life I wanted one thing : to make my parents proud. They didn't have the chance to live the life they wanted. My mom and dad were young when they got married and had my sister. My mom was just 19. She never had the chance to go to university or even finish highschool. They had me eighteen years later, when they were older. Since I was a baby they've raised me to be perfect : go to church with them, have the best grades, don't date until you finish school, give up art and go be a doctor. And that's what I did. My whole life - I gave it to them. To mom and dad. So I could live in order to make them happy. They gave up their dreams for my sister and then later for me. I had to make them happy. But then...how did I end up here? One jump away from ending my life."

(Y/N) cried softly as she climbed on the railing of the bridge, her mind already made. She was 21 years old and sick of the life she lived, even if her life didn't even begin. No, that wasn't her life. It was the projection of everything her parents wanted for her. But it wasn't her life. What she wanted. Or what could be.

She graduated highschool, the first in her class. She got a scholarship at one of the best schools that was in South Korea, Ajou University. She even learned korean so she could attend. Hell, her best friend even moved with her so she wouldn't be alone. The two girls lived together for three years now in Suwon,a place they both loved, truly. Really close to Seoul itself. Things seemed great, right? Wrong.

How did (Y/N) - the cheerful, happy and positive young girl end up on a bridge by the river, where cars were passing by fast, while her feet were trembling on the railing as she was saying her last goodbye to the world.

When did everything turn to shit? Maybe it was that one time in middle school when she had to pick an highschool, she was in the 8th grade and a few months away from having to apply to a highschool.

(Y/N) chose an Art School, but her parents didn't approve. So she went to another one she despised for four years.

Or maybe it was when she was 17 years old and found out about Ajou University - a far away place from her home in Europe, so she decided that she would study hard, apply and then move there. This time her parents approved, since it was a medical school. Her heart was already shattered, so it wasn't a problem that she had to follow an University she didn't really like.

"Medical school will give me an opportunity to help others, so this way I won't waste my life, " was what she said the day she finished highschool and her korean classes.

She was 18 and ready to move out, countries away, to study medicine just to make her parents happy. Of course, (Y/N) got lucky as her best friend - Asha, moved there with her. The girl was one year older and already fluent in both korean and japanese, so she took that as an opportunity to move to one of her favorite places.

Even so, (Y/N) never once complained about her life, her struggles, her every day depression. No. She just kept going and smiling and doing everything for her parents. Because they deserve to be happy, even if she wasn't.

They gave up their dreams for her, it was only fair she did the same. That's what (Y/N) always told herself.

Now, after three years of university, (Y/N) couldn't do anything to stop the suicidal thoughts that were clouding her mind lately.

Everything was too much. The studying was taking up most of her time, even if she and Asha lived together they rarely talked or even seen eachother, she had no other friends, she lost touch with her older sister, her parents weren't pleased with her life yet.

She felt like a failiure.

And failures don't deserve to live anymore.

"I'm sorry, mom and dad, I know I've messed up bad. I should've done b-better," (Y/N) cried one last time before jumping forward, but before she could feel the wind surrounding her whole body or the adrenaline or the panic, a hand grabbed her wrist pulling her back up.

"No, no, n-no, " the girl sobbed loudly as she felt her legs touch the solid ground as a pair of arms wrapped around her body, holding her close, " Why would you fucking do that? I was finally going to be free!"

The girl continued to cry and shout, trying to push away the man who just saved her life - even if she didn't see it that way,

(Y/N) just tried to push him away, failing to see the other six figures that came out of the van, the only one that stopped at the end of the road.

They all looked worried at the small frame of the girl, lying on the ground while someone else tried to comfort her. But it didn't work. She hated that person. Why did he have to ruin her chances at being free?

" Why?" she stuttered, unable to control her cries, "Why didn't you let me d-die?I just wanted to die, " (Y/N) muttered once more before all the exhaustion and pain caught up to her, making her eyes close and her body go numb in the arms of her mysterious savior.

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It was one exhausting day for Min Yoongi, seeing as he and his band mates ( or more likely his family now ) had practice early in the morning, then had to go and shoot a video clip for the promotion of the new album they had to put out for the world and their faithful fans.

Now, already being extremely late, they were going back to Seoul. The van was really quiet. The younger ones sleeping in the back, while Jin and Hoseok were chatting between themselves.

Namjoon, the one sitting besides Yoongi, was lost in the music he was listening to. So that left Yoongi admire the landscapes they passed by.

And as everything around him was quiet, he couldn't help but relax. Even if everything inside him hurt and he didn't eat anything that day, somehow Yoongi was feeling good. He did his best at work today, he was pleased. Happy. In a weird way that most people wouldn't understand.

Somehow, lately his life has been so good. He felt grateful for everything he had and everything the band accomplished.

Min Yoongi was truly happy. And nothing couldn't bring him down now. That's what he thought. But when the van passed by a bridge, the last one before exiting Suwon, his breath hitched. And his mind went blank, Yoongi wasn't even aware when he yelled at the driver to stop the car.

"Yoongi, what the hell?" Hoseok yelled after his friend as Yoongi quickly got out of the van and ran across the street, making a few cars stopped to honk at him, the drivers cursing loudly.

Hoseok's eyes widened when he noticed Yoongi's hand grab someone else's. Someone who jumped from that bridge. Gulping the man woke up the other three guys, " Let's get out, something bad happened, " he muttered as Jin and him were the first ones to get out of the van, walking in Yoongi's direction.

"No, no, n-no, " the girl sobbed loudly as she felt her legs touch the solid ground as a pair of arms wrapped around her body, holding her close, " Why would you fucking do that? I was finally going to be free!"

Yoongi only tightened his grip on her when he heard the words she spoke. Oh, how familiar was he with that phrase.

I was finally going to be free.

That's what he also told himself, years ago when he wasn't in a good place and he contemplated suicide himself. He was in the dark place, hell, he hit rock bottom. Just like the girl that was trembling in his arms.

He wanted to tell her that eventually things will be better, that death wasn't going to be the answer, but from her next words Yoongi felt her hatred. And he understood. A little too well. Shortly after, her body relaxed as she passed out in his arms.

"Yoongi?" a voice whispered from behind him. Just like (Y/N) he failed to notice the other silhouettes behind them. Sighing, he got up, carrying the girl in his arms, bridal style.

" I'm not leaving her here, so let's go home, please. "