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starglow-xx · 4 years ago

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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 4)

platonic! mori ougai x f!reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

previous: the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

author’s note: it’s port mafia time! ages are still one year younger than canon

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another doctor? oh wait, another doctor and his daughter

as you expected, ranpo and fukuzawa have not let you go easy after what had happened a couple days prior (3 days ago to be exact)

one of them, or more often than not, the two of them would go visit the bakery at least twice a day

once in the morning right before opening, and the second time right before closing

if they could, they would visit around lunch time, but that was usually yosano

tbh you were thankful that yosano hasn’t been as overbearing as the other two but you knew she probably wanted to give you a break because holy shit are they extremely over protective

currently, it was the fourth day of being watched by the two eldest ada members, but there were no said ada members with you at the moment

and boy were you overjoyed

turns out, the ada has an important escort job for a government official or smth, and on top of that, fukuzawa has a bunch of meetings to attend

even ranpo has his hands full with a couple of difficult murder cases across the country

you’re lowkey, no highkey, worried bc you learned literally 3 days ago that ranpo doesn’t know how to ride the train 😀😀

you were worried abt them, there’s no question, but on the inside you were a bit relieved to which ranpo called you out on it immediately

that led to the two of you going at each other’s throats for nearly half an hour

let’s just say fukuzawa scolded the two fo you for a while

going back to the present, it was around one pm and you had just finished sending a text message to both fukuzawa and ranpo (cause they insisted) when a little blonde girl with blue eyes wearing a red dress matching with a red bow in her hair and red shoes walked in

she immediately went to the glass case to look at the desserts displayed

as she looked around, you watched her at the corner of your eyes and a with a smile as you wiped down one of the tables

after wiping down the table, you quickly went to go wash your hands and you walked over and stood next to her

you bent slightly and smiled bigger as she stared at one of the treats in the glass

“is that the one you want?”

she nodded without looking away from the glass

you giggled before going to the back and placing the one she wanted on the plate and held it out to her

the blonde was honestly so confused bc one, no adult supervision, and two, there was no tell tale way to know that she had money

to you, she was an open book so when she looked at you, her face immediately read “but i have no money, or a parent...??”

you simply patted her head and pushed along to one of the nearby tables and pulled a chair for her

you did not regret anything when you saw the look on her face when you told her that it was on the house

“name’s elise!” “i’m (y/n)!”

you sat with her for a while continuing to give her sweets she reminded you of ranpo in all honestly and talking abt random things

she mostly complained abt a “rintarou” though

speaking of which, when a man in a doctor’s coat came through the door near screaming “elise-chan! elise-chan!” you figured that was probably the rintarou she was complaining abt

you smiled as you watched the two interact

“elise-chan why would just disappear like that?!”

“i wanted to see rintarou cry”

“so mean!”

...their behavior was questionable but endearing ig

“rintarou” suddenly turned to you, thanking you for “taking care of his daughter bc she’s always getting into trouble”

*cue angry noises and face from elise*

he introduced himself as a “local neighborhood doctor”

you smelled bullshit but didn’t say anything bc he has been kind to you so far

he asked you how he could repay you and you were thinking that you can actually win something bc you’re not refusing an ada member oh you poor oblivious child but you were appalled when elise answered for you

it went like this

“is there anything i can repay you with for taking care of my dear elise-chan? perhaps paying for all the sweets she has eaten?”

“oh no! don’t worry abt that, it’s nothing! it was a pleasure getting to know—”

“let’s buy out all of her food!”

h u h

you knew she enjoyed your pastries and stuff but like w h a t

you inwardly sigh in relief when the doctor agreed with you that “that’s a bit much elise-chan” and you were thanking every deity out there when suddenly

she threw a temper tantrum

you watched in confusion and slight horror at the 180 of the sweet little girl you were talking to like 10 minutes ago

her guardian panicked slightly and tried to get her to calm down but ahaha no that didn’t happen

“WAHH rintarou!! but i want it!! (y/n)’s food is the best i’ve ever had!!”

“b-but elise-chan, we can’t just buy—”

“i’ll wear all the dresses i’ve ever rejected and more if we buy it out right now and keep buying sweets here forever”

“...deal”

your eyes twitch at the “innocent” smiles the two gave you after their “talk”

fast forward literally 5 minutes and you’ve already flipped the close sign on your door with note (saying you’re sold out) and you’re all over the place running around behind the counter trying to fit everything into boxes as the two are sitting on a nearby table lightly chatting

about 20-25, nearly 30 minutes later you finishing packing everything in the glass case

it was a lot

we’re literally talking about tiered cakes and dozens of batches of cookies, cupcakes, literally everything and anything

when the two notice you’re done they get up meet you by the register

“a-ano, you really don’t have to buy all of this...the total is going to be quite large...”

“no worries!”

honestly at this point, you kind of missed the chaotic calls from ranpo that happened like every half hour

you thought you were done being surprised for the day but next thing you know men in suits come into Sakura’s and begin to load the boxes into a black car

dealing with the detectives was already starting to be a handful and now you have to deal whoever the hell these two people where

quite frankly, you were having trouble wrapping your head around all of this

like-

who buys out a whole bakery?!

and who has the money to buy out a whole bakery?!

what kind of job could you possibly have?!

was this guy really just a doctor?!

right before the two leave you call out to them

“a-ah wait! i don’t think i ever caught your name!”

the two blink at you before eyeing each other

“mori ougai” 😄😄

you started smelling bad shits again

>:/

it was a weird feeling

you felt something off but at the same time, you weren’t really afraid

and with that the two left

you were already tired from this whole thing but you now get the rest of the day off

so i guess something worked out in your favor

until the next fricking day

again, ranpo and fukuzawa canceled out on you

you weren’t sure if you were relieved or not

and as soon as you thought you were going to have a normal business day, guess who walked through the doors

yeah that’s right

“the local neighborhood doctor” and his daughter

you froze before eyeing them with suspicion

if mori was amused, he didn’t show it, only giving you a smile

elise immediately left his side and practically leaped onto you making you cut yourself with the knife you were holding

well shit now you’re bleeding

it was only 7:15 in the morning; you had literally just opened

you were cursing every deity out there

you quickly grab a nearby and press it against your wound and scrambled around looking for the first aid kit you had nearby

“oh? (y/n)-kun are you bleeding?”

“(y/n) i’m sorry!”

“a-ah, no worries elise-chan”

you really need to stop spacing out bc next thing you know, the sign on your door is flipped to close again (along with the same note from yesterday explaining you’re sold out taped on the door) and you’re sitting at a table with elise in your lap and mori wrapping your hand in a bandage

“tsk tsk (y/n)-kun you need to be more careful...but it is elise-chan’s fault”

“die rintarou!”

“but no worries! it’s not that deep so you don’t need stitches”

“thank you, mori-san, but can i ask why you and elise-chan are here again? not that i mind...”

whether or not you were lying is up to you

“oh we’re here to buy out your stock again!”

“wait what-”

the fuck???

did they not just buy everything yesterday???

frozen, you stare at the man in front if you with said man giving you another “innocent” smile

this little shit

wait till you meet dazai

but i guess that’s why the sign on the door is flipped to close bc you don’t even remember flipping it yourself or taping the note from yesterday to the door

you spent the next half hour trying to convince the two over some tea (your signature one of course) that “no you don’t need to or should buy everything i have, you’re going to deprive the rest of my customers”

cough cough ranpo

like the day before, you were losing this argument

can you just never win?

as you were losing the argument (obviously) you realized that you don’t even know why they want to buy everything again

“mori-san, why do the two of you even want to buy everything in the first place?”

“ah it was elise-chan’s request of course! but i do admit, after trying some of your sweets myself, i grew quite attached! so did the rest of my subordinates after my precious elise-chan made them try it, not like they could refuse her or me; i am their boss after all (y/n)-kun.”

*cue confusion*

“subordinates? wait are those the guys from yesterday?? aren’t you a doctor...?”

“ah ex-doctor actually, i’m the leader of the port mafia”

...

“ah (y/n)-kun that’s quite the coughing fit you have going on, do you need water?”

if it wasn’t obvious, you choked on your tea and had quite the coughing fit; you were wheezing and everything making elise leave you lap and settling for dangling over mori’s shoulders

“...you’re kidding”

“im afraid im not”

this man confuses the hell out of you??

like-

w h y would he just say that, to you of all people

but it explains the bad shits you were smelling/feeling yesterday

“are you afraid?”

“being completely honest with you, mori-san, not really”

“and why is that?”

you simply shrug not really knowing the answer

you aren’t lying, you just aren’t

maybe bc yesterday, he seemed more like a doting parent than the boss of the most criminal organization of yokohama

yes, you’ve heard the rumors, obviously, but just saying, if the port mafia wanted to hurt you, you’d probably be dead in a ditch by now

and they haven’t really been a bother to you, they were more like background characters in your life

well

until yesterday of course

mori simply raises an eyebrow and a smile seemingly okay with your very vague answer

“why did you tell me that mori-san?”

the man only smiles a bit wider at you and this time, you’re the one raising an eyebrow

“just a feeling”

yeah you were starting to smell bad shits again

“and besides! elise-chan seems quite fond of you (y/n)-kun! i wasn’t planning on doing anything to you in the first place, but even if i wanted to, i don’t think i could! i wouldn’t want to upset my dearest cute elise-chan”

“die rintarou!”

“that’s mean elise-chan!”

your eyes began to twitch in slight annoyance

cause istg the duality of this man—

this strange strange man

oh dearest you haven’t even met dazai yet

after that has been said and done, somehow you found yourself in front of stores being dragged by elise

how did you end up there you ask? i don’t know either so there’s nothing we can do abt that

eventually, you found yourself holding a bunch of shopping bags full of dresses and clothes of the sort

some of it your size and the others elise’s

...

“mori-san?”

“yes (y/n)-kun?”

“why do i have bags of clothing that are fit for me rather than elise?”

“oh that’s because elise refused to go without you and if you didn’t get anything!”

yeah

that makes perfect sense, of course

you could see why elise kept on complaining abt this guy

the two of you actually bonded over making fun of him

you have n o fear

actually, maybe just a little

the three of you were out for basically the entire day and you were exhausted

cause holy shit there was a lot of money wasted, shopping bags obtained, and walking involved

it was around 5 pm when the three of you were making it back to Sakura’s

along the way you found yourself having a pleasant conversation with mori

even if he was a questionable person to be having a pleasant conversation with, you enjoyed it nonetheless

you hoped that it makes it harder to get rid of you if he ever changed his mind but we don’t talk abt that

anywho

when the three of you arrived, you immediately dumped all the bags you were holding and went straight to work packaging everything for “the local neighborhood doctor”

before they left, mori agreed to not buy out all of your stock except for some occasions but instead settled ordering massive batches of a little bit of everything every few days

how that’s not the same as buying everything you won’t ever know

you were standing outside Sakura’s watching the two get into the car that had arrived when suddenly, mori turned to you

“ah (y/n)-kun, i know that you wouldn’t tell anyone about this, it wouldn’t be like you to, but just a reminder, it would probably be in your best interest not to let anything slip to anyone okay? we wouldn’t want any enemies using you against the port mafia. so take care of yourself hm? see you next time”

and bippity boppity boo just like that, they were gone

how that man managed to get your personality down in just like 10 hours you don’t want to know

and that’s basically the story of how you started making more food/bake goods to sell

true to his word, every few days, or sometimes consecutive days, mori called you and made a large order

and i mean large

on those days, someone from the port mafia would pick it up and then you get paid

thankfully, by increasing the amount of food you made, you always had enough to put out on display and to sell even after the large order

before doing that, on those days you didn’t have a large stock, someone by the name of edogawa ranpo would weep at your feet

he will deny this; after all, great detectives don’t do weeping

or so he says

and speaking of the detective, you never did tell him what had transpired the two days he and fukuzawa were absent on checking on you

but tbh, i even think ranpo could’ve deduct this one

you didn’t tell him bc you were afraid, no of course not that’s ridiculous mori, in elise’s words, was a loser

you didn’t tell him bc you knew he and fukuzawa would flip the fuck out

and that would be a major inconvenience to you

you didn’t see the point in telling them anyway

so whatever, it’s like it’ll be important

and if ranpo and fukuzawa noticed the abundant of bags near the door leading up to the staircase when they visited you at the end of the day they didn’t say anything

of course one of them said smth

“ne (n/n)-chan since when did you like to buy a bunch of things; waste of money if you could just be using that money to make more food so you wouldn’t sell out right away and have food to feed me”

your eyes twitched

he could’ve worded that a little better but whatever

it is ranpo-san after all

“i just got carried away since i closed up early; you know it isn’t often i get to go shopping”

and if he smelled your bullshit he didn’t say anything

for real this time

that slightly concerns you ngl

anyways

let’s just say quite a few heads were turned when they saw their boss leading a bunch of lower level subordinates carrying many light pink boxes of different sizes to his office for the second time

oh and just another thing

*whispers* he was lying when elise made his other subordinates eat your food; they kept it all to themselves”

was that a ruse to help lead the revelation of his real occupation who knows

“(y/n)-kun is a very interesting person don’t you think so elise-chan?”

“quiet. i’m eating cake.”

“that’s so mean elise-chan!”

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lefttigerobservation · 3 years ago

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i'm gonna be honest w/ y'all first: this month was Not at all productive. i had major school work & an all-round lack of motivation, but nonetheless, i got things done! and i'm pretty proud of myself for making minute progress anyway <3

basic statistics!

words written: overall, +/- 19 114! (TFG: 11 506)

total (A4) page count: as usual..... very long..... :) i'm waiting for it to load and it's Crawling up the 300 portion. 366!

thing i'm proudest of doing: finally putting into words this one thought i had Ages ago about how zephyr kinda feels... left behind? considering all her friends are married/ have kids/ have a partner/ have something other than work (as much as she loves it) to drive them? it just felt very. rooted. and i love that passage.

things i Need to do: still need to attempt to write at least a hundred words a day. school & shenanigans have been Too busy and covid is still kicking my ass <3 motivation!! need to get that. and hoping to finish chapter nine & start chapter ten by the end of september... aiming to finish chapter eleven and start chapter twelve by the YEAR END AA.

comments and shenanigans!

i feel like a pretty good summary of my current writing schedule is that "this is fine" dog meme with the plants surrounding it. you know?

BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING: i'm letting myself take breaks. i used to pressure myself (and still semi-am considering i want to finish tfg Next Year <3) to keep to one wip when now i realised i don't have to Write another, but i can Plan it.

hence! say it like it is has a revival! with all new characters, an actual plot, and queer folk! because i can :)

i'm genuinely excited to start developing them before i go back to my usual schedule with tfg <3

tfg related comments: i really love zephyr's ability to make me absolutely in shambles,,,, /lh & also, i spent like ten minutes yesterday solely thinking about lucille being a dumbass and it warmed my heart. when you get little sleep, that's the answer: think about your ocs. i dare you. do it.

my heart goes out to scottish girlfriend abigail who is, also, a mess. they fit well together for the time being <3 while lucille doesn't understand feelings and is lonely af <3 i feel so sorry for her lmao......

and that's it this month! i'm sorry to keep it so short, but i am... fatigued. i hope y'all are as excited as i am for the rest of my work to come <3

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yodawgiherd · 4 years ago

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Interlude

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As promised, this is a rather spicy chapter (you asked for it) I was hammering out for a bit over two weeks - thus the length. I just kept adding more and more random thoughts and end up like this... oh well. Hope you'll like it :)

Worry, that was the foremost thing on Mikasa’s mind lately. Partly about the tournament, but mostly about Armin, who now knew all about Annie and that he will most likely be seeing her again shortly. She almost bit her bottom lip bloody from it, and Eren was no better. To keep tabs on their friend, they commissioned Jean to stay around Armin, and let them know if anything goes wrong. For once, Jean didn’t complain, as he also wanted to get to know Armin better - it was a win-win situation really. From his reports, the blond was taking the news quite well, and, in other news, was putting finishing touches on his book. But this didn’t stop the engaged couple from agonizing about it.

They both had their way of coping. Eren once again entered turbo mode at the hospital, burying himself in work, while Mikasa upped her training load to inhuman levels. At home, Eren spent an unholy amount of time in the kitchen, experimenting with pretty much everything, while Mikasa cleaned the whole house over and over, anything to keep busy. She wasn’t as much of a clean freak as her brother, but try growing up with Levi and not being affected. Try it.

At first, Levi approved of her newfound zeal in the gym, but when she kept ignoring her limits and pushing past what her body could handle, the tight smile he had turned into a frown. From his office, he could see Mikasa working out at the bench press, the barbell going up and down at an unsteady rate. Her arms were shaky, a sight incredibly rare as Mikasa’s gym knowledge ran deep and she never did anything risky. Unless she was tired to the bone and overworking herself. Levi had to do something, otherwise she would end up hurting. Yet a classic “Go Home” would probably not work on Mikasa, as she was exactly as stubborn as Levi was. Time for action then, he thought to himself, getting up from the office chair.

Mikasa didn’t even catch the gloves he threw at her, driving the point of her being tired home. With the reflexes she had, she could pretty much snatch flies out of the air, but now they were dulled beyond recognition. Picking up the gloves, she looked at Levi who jerked his head towards the ring in a clear challenge.

They spared, and Mikasa was her usual perfect self at first, too fast and too strong for normal mortals to handle. She backed Levi into a corner, not giving him time to breathe. But then, out of nowhere, she faltered, her body finally saying fuck it and taking a micro-break. He immediately took advantage, as any fighter would, should this happen in the tournament, and flipped her over, planting Mikasa on her back. She blinked up at him, confused.

“W-What happened?”, she stammered.

“You lost.”, he replied, voice cold, “Because you keep overworking yourself. Take a break.”

“But I…”

“No buts. I’m still your trainer, so listen to me for once.”

She sighed, getting up from the ground. Even that simple motion was exhausting, and now that Levi mentioned it, Mikasa could feel the burn in all her muscles. He was, as usual, exactly right.

Even getting home was a pain, her body protesting anytime she forced it to move, even when the motion was as small as revving her motorbike up. Grateful for the speed the machine could do, Mikasa got back to her and Eren’s house at a nigh record time. A shower later, she plopped herself on the sofa, staring mindlessly at the Tv, waiting for that certain someone to come home. When he did, she was already in that half-dreaming half-awake state, but when Eren sat down it roused her.

“Hard day?”, he asked, getting a groan as an answer.

“You wanna head to bed?”

Instead of answering, Mikasa pulled herself on top of that heater Eren called his body, yawning after.

“Nah, I’m good here.”, she murmured, face half-squished in his shirt.

He chuckled at that.

“Suit yourself. I have a free weekend ahead of me, so I’m ready to be your bodypillow.”

Eren had free time. She had free time, Levi would most likely bite her head off if she showed up at the gym tomorrow. Hmmm…… They could… They could…

The train of thought derailed when Mikasa fell asleep, a soft snore escaping her lips. She was deep under, not even stirring when Eren carried her up to the bedroom, sleeping soundly the whole night. Levi would be happy.

It was the morning sun that woke her, but when Mikasa rolled away from the heater she was spooning she realized that there wasn’t a single thing she wanted to do. For once, the tireless war machine that is her body was feeling lazy. Eren stirred next to her, most likely reacting to the loss of her touch. The way her breasts squished against his back always brought the sweetest dreams. Sitting up and turning to look at her, Eren let the absolute bliss of waking up next to an angel show on his face.

“Morning beautiful. Slept well?”

“I did, but I kind of… want to sleep more?”

“You want to laze around? Damn.”

“Yea, I do.”, a small devilish smile formed on her lips, “If I remember correctly I’m taking inspiration from the guy I dated in college. Remind me, what did he say he wanted to do on our second date? A nap?”

Eren groaned, hiding his face.

“Please don’t remind me, I was so cringe back then.”

“And you think I was better? The first thing that I said when u leaned on my legs was that I could choke you out, kill you.”

“That WAS weird. Tell me, do you have a voice in your head that goes like: “Mikasa, we have to kill Eren” ?”

She frowned at him, her raven eyebrows narrowing.

“Of course I do. It gets stronger every time you piss me off.”

“I better watch my behavior then.”, he chuckled, “Anyway, I admit that we had certain issues to work through, but I’m glad we managed.”

“We sure did. So…”, she tugged at his arm, getting Eren to lie back down, “Stay with me?”

His beloved was always like this, especially earlier in their relationship. During college, Mikasa was so touch starved that she would just cling to his arm anytime they were together, going completely against her usual ice queen facade. Keeping his cool around the campus was impossible, because even when he was staring at his phone Eren was hyperaware of her body very, very close to him. And how was he supposed to be “cool” when there was an incredibly beautiful goth girl, with her black clothes, piercings and all that, holding his arm, smiling like it was the best thing in the world. There was no way, so he just blushed and hoped that no one would see it. She would blush too when he looked at her, would angle her head lower, the inverted crosses in her ears swaying lightly, but she wouldn’t let go. Mikasa just liked holding him that much. Reminded of these pretty memories, Eren’s chuckle evolved into a grin.

“Sure, I’ll stay with you. On one condition though, you have to promise that you won’t choke me out.”

“Asshat.”

When Mikasa woke up for the second time, Eren was already awake, watching her with that small smile that made her stomach flutter. She asked him once, why he does that, and he just shrugged and said that he sometimes still can’t believe how lucky he is that someone like her is in his life.

“Rested enough?”

“Mhmm… I think so.”

“That’s good because I ordered us some pizza. Wouldn’t want that to get cold.”

“Pizza for breakfast?” Mikasa faked an outraged expression, “What would Carla think?”

“She would probably ask for a slice.”, Eren shrugged, “Mom was always very practical.”

Mikasa smiled at that, fond memories of Eren’s mom filling her head.

“Anyway,”, Eren changed the topic, “How was training? I wanted to ask yesterday but I don’t think you wanted to hear one more word about the gym.”

“Fine, fine.”, she stretched, moaning a bit when her muscles protested, “But Levi cut me off, said that I needed a break.”

“Really? A damn shame that.”

“Why?”

“I like watching you train. Or even better, training with you.”, he gave her a nondescript look, “It’s hot.”

“You’re saying that you pop a boner while watching me?”

“I’m saying that watching you train, or fight, is fucking beautiful.”, Eren’s eyes roamed over her body, the wonder and appreciation in his gaze would make Mikasa blush if she wasn’t completely flush already, “The way you move, the way you dodge and attack, I never get enough of it.”

“The way I move huh?”, crawling over to his side of the bed, Mikasa walked her fingers down from his chest to Eren’s abs and continued, “How about I show you some other moves I can do?”

A small sexy twitch crossed his lips, but before he could reply to the generous offer, something shattered their little love scene. The doorbell rang. Eren huffed, running a hand through his hair.

“I’ll get it, it’s most likely the food.”

With that, Eren rolled from the bed and went out of the door, only pausing to throw his pants on. Mikasa was just about to follow him when her eyes slid over the dresser, a certain object catching her eye. It was the end of one of their play ropes, black with red stripes. Instead of walking out of the door, she moved towards it, grasping and pulling it into her hands. Running it between her fingers, the sensation was enough for her head to start filling with ideas. She wasn’t that hungry yet, or rather, there was something else she would like, not food. The last weeks were exhausting, filled with things to do that weren’t Eren, and Mikasa would very much like her fill. A plan forming in mind, she quickly stripped from her sleeping clothes. Bare, she took out her collar from its resting place, bucking it tight around her neck. Even the gentle hug of the soft leather made her relax that tiny bit, her body knowing what usually followed once she was collared. Finding a nice location in front of the bed and kneeling down, Mikasa had to bite her bottom lip to keep the excitement in. Naked, save for a thick strip of leather around her throat, holding the rope, she waited.

The door opened and Eren was back.

“Hey babe, the food is here, you want…”, but then his eyes found her and the sentence dissolved in his throat, “Oh, I ordered pizza but it looks like someone has a taste for a vegan steak.”

A small giggle left Mikasa’s lips understanding the reference to the dorky code word system they had.

“I would like one, yes.” mustering her courage, she held up the ropes in her straightened hands like an offering, “Would you tie me up please?”

Eren moved closer, the food completely forgotten, but didn’t take the rope yet. Instead, he ran his hands over it, gently touching the material.

“Why?”, he asked, voice low.

“It’s just…”, Mikasa stammered, looking for the right words.

She wanted this for a multitude of reasons. The past weeks had been hectic, with everything that was going on. She had to worry about her next matches, looking through the file Levi compiled for her. She had to keep her training up while also attending various photoshoots at Kiyomi’s agency. She had to sign various contracts that gave her the Hizuru ltd. as a sponsor. And most of all, she had to worry about Annie coming back and once again completely wrecking Armin’s life. Mikasa wanted to just turn her brain off for a moment. She wanted Eren to take control of her, to wrap those pretty ropes around her and make her forget. She wanted to have her mind blown by how skillful he was.

“I’m just stressed out, want to relax.”, she compressed her thoughts into a single sentence. Doing her best attempt at puppy eyes, she pleaded: “Please?”

Eren could never deny her when she was like this, and to be honest, it's not that he wanted to in the first place. He took the rope from her hands. Flexing it between his fingers, his mind already worked over all the different riggings he could put Mikasa into.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?”, he asked, putting one hand on her cheek, gently caressing her.

She nuzzled into the touch.

“The best.”

He smiled down at her, thumb tracing the scar on her cheek.

“Very well, but I do have one request.”, with that, he turned away from her and rummaged through her clothes, returning with something in his hand.

“Put these on.”, he half-requested, half-ordered her.

Mikasa took the item, looking it over.

“Thigh highs?”, she asked, eyeing the black material with a raised eyebrow, “Really?”

Eren just smirked at the absurdity of that statement, not judging it worthy of a reply. This was far from the weirdest thing Mikasa had put on for him, maybe even the bottom of that ladder. It doesn’t take a genius to compare a pair of thigh high socks and a skintight latex bodysuit. Eren saw these when he was doing laundry one day, and one discovery later he was hellbent in seeing his fiancé in these, knowing that she would look just amazing. And, judging now, as he was watching her put them on, he was very much correct. With her excited half-smile, Mikasa did just as he wanted, pulling the material over her long legs.

“Here.”, she said, flexing her covered toes at him, “Happy?”

“Immensely. Now…”, he approached her, a predatory grin sneaking onto his features, “Let’s get started.”

It still astonished her how good Eren got with this. Remembering their first time, how long it took him to wrap her up, how many times he had to consult the book, what was happening now was a quite different experience. Eren had determination, magical hands and a very willing model to work with, and he perfected his skills to the highest degree. The rope slid over her skin, tightening in just the right places as Eren was tying her with practiced motions. It was faster, but not too fast, the tempo just enough that Mikasa could close her eyes and feel every single touch, but not too slow so she wouldn’t get bored or restless.

Shibari was amazing especially because she could enjoy it like this. With handcuffs or other bondage gear they had, it took next to no time to lock the sub into it. Tighten a clamp, close a buckle and it was done. With ropes, it was way slower, especially thanks to the intricate design Eren was doing, but incredibly worth it. Eyes closed, she focused on her body, feeling each rub of the rope against her skin. Eren didn’t even touch her yet but Mikasa was already high on this feeling, breathing getting shaky.

With every knot, she could feel her worries melting away, retreating for now. They would be back, but for now the world narrowed to her body, the rope, and Eren’s presence all around her. The more the bondage tightened around her body the more relaxed Mikasa was, the less she could move the more she felt like she could fly. The ropes felt heavenly against the raven’s skin, their touch soft but firm. The rigging Eren put her into was beautiful, focused on her upper body. Her hands were bound behind her back and her breasts were tied, the lines created amazing patterns on her body, woven by Eren’s skilled hands. Basic yet effective, it got the job done and looked gorgeous too.

Fully tied and still on her knees, all she could do was watch as he loomed over her, a dark grin on his face, fully in his power. And as she watched, Eren took a step away from her, tugging his shirt over his head. With a few more moves, he was as naked as she, once again coming to stand right in front of Mikasa’s kneeling form. Gesturing her to stand, he watched as Mikasa scrambled up, the request made harder by her tied upper body. Face to face, Mikasa was forced to tilt her head up to look Eren in the eyes. Damn height difference. In a position like this, Mikasa expected a lot of things, or well, something at least, but when Eren did nothing but stared at her she frowned.

“What?”, she asked, unsure what was going on. Was something on her face?

“Nothing…”, reaching out, Eren gently cradled her cheek, as he definitely had a thing for touching that beautiful face, a warm smile on his lips, “You’re so incredibly pretty.”

It was crazy how strange he could be sometimes. Here she was, tied up, wearing nothing but those ropes, collar and black thigh highs and all he says is that she’s pretty. Yet it wasn’t stupid, because Eren’s words carried such deep love and appreciation in them that it made Mikasa blush. He meant every syllable. Embarrassed by how quickly he switched gears, from a bondage master to a loving boyfriend, Mikasa tried looking away, but Eren held her in place, forcing her eyes to stay at him.

“Stop that.”, she murmured, robbed of the possibility to avert her gaze.

He didn’t, smirking at the blush covering Mikasa’s cheeks.

“Cute. Miss Ackerman, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life.”

“Eren…”

“And anyone who doesn’t see that is not right in the head.”

“Stooooop.”

“Nope. Why do you think I tied you up in the first place? Now I can shower you in compliments and you can’t do anything about it.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Is that so…”

“Sure is. Worst you can do is spit on me.”

“You’d probably enjoy that perv.”

His smile was cocky.

“Maybe I would.”

Mikasa sought a way to get her balance back, and spitting wasn’t it. With most of her weapons taken from her, she decided to launch a sneak attack. Quick as an attacking snake, she lurched forward, standing up on her tippy toes to bridge the height gap between them and smacking her mouth right against his. Surprised by the kiss, Eren grabbed her by the shoulders to stabilize, very quickly realizing what’s happening and putting out his offensive.

Tongues sliding against one another, Mikasa gave up on trying to control the liplock and instead surrendered to how nicely it felt. In addition, she could feel something hard poking her abdomen, a promise of things to come if she kept this up. To her disappointment, the kiss didn’t last nearly long enough before Eren pulled back and shoved her forcefully. She fell, body hitting the soft mattress and slightly bouncing. Her tits surely bounced, much to his amusement.

“Hey!”, she protested, but Eren didn’t give her time to talk.

Crawling over her body, he kissed her with much more force, wrenching her mouth open for him. To weaken her defenses, fingers began advancing on a different battlefield, sliding over her sex with deadly intent. He spread her open, dragged a finger through and tapped her clit, knowing exactly what to do. Despite Mikasa angling her hips and everything, Eren didn’t push a finger inside though, leaving her extremely frustrated. The bastard knew it, using the distraction to completely dominate the kiss, invading her mouth, taking everything from her. She mewled underneath his weight, body jerking. Her hands, so used to tangling in Eren’s hair during kissing could only dig fingernails into her forearms. The ropes squeezed her from all sides, and Mikasa found herself growing more and more turned on by the second. Which of course played perfectly into Eren’s cards. The magical fingers danced over her body, featherlight touches that did nothing to satisfy the hunger in her. Getting tied up by her skillful lover always lit the fire in Mikasa’s belly, and this tongue action combined with the right caress stoked the flames higher and higher.

“Eren,”, she whimpered, “stop teasing.”

All he did was shake his head.

“No.”

Mikasa whined needily, using her legs and trying to push his body closer to her. Yet Eren didn’t budge, bracing himself against the admittedly very powerful force coming from Mikasa’s strong legs. The soft material of her thigh high socks slid against his skin, whispering.

“I’ll fuck you on my terms.”, he stated, resisting the tempting pull, “Or I won’t fuck you at all.”

He leaned even closer, the ends of his long hair brushing over Mikasa’s flushed face.

“You did say that you are gonna be a good girl for me, so which one will it be?”

As if he didn’t know the answer already. When Mikasa was like this, craving the dick and full of hormones, she could be very pliant.

“Please sir, do what you want with me.”, she whispered submissively.

Officially in charge, Eren took hold of one of her legs, pushing it high while keeping the other grounded. The forced angle between her lower limbs gave him a prime view of that place between her legs, so nicely pink and glistening, begging for his attention. Still, he couldn’t help but tease her, it was way too much fun. Carefully, Eren pressed the tip of his cock ever so gently to her sopping wet entrance but no further.

Mikasa protested wordlessly, whined and whimpered and maneuvered her hips, trying to get him inside her. But Eren was experienced with teasing, so instead of giving her what she craved he continued toying with her, driving Mikasa’s already soaring arousal into a new level. It didn’t take much, a slide of his cock over her slit, letting it bump against her clit a few times and she was practically begging with her eyes. Neither of them said a word, it wasn’t needed at the moment, the symphony of their bodies was enough to communicate. That and the sounds Mikasa was making, almost like an animal in heat. It was testing for Eren too because having her like this was almost too much. She was so fucking hot, so desperate, so helplessly tied up. Her muscles moved beneath her skin, beneath his hands as she bucked and pulled, grinding herself against him. Just give it to me, her whole being said, please.

And that was about everything Eren was willing to take. With one hand on his member to steady it and the other on the girl beneath him, he guided himself into her, pressing his cock inside, pink lips parting to accept his offering. It was always pleasant like nothing else in the world, no matter how many times he experienced it. Eren gasped in pure bliss as the warmth enveloped him from all sides, making it hard to keep the slow tempo up. Still, he managed.

Eren kept both his hands occupied. One was holding Mikasa’s right leg up high, the other anchoring the left as he kept her spread and open for him. Slow but steady, he kept pushing until most of him was inside her, rubbing the inner walls as he went. Then after getting about three-quarters of his length in, he began withdrawing, once again unhurried. His length came out slick from her juices, appearing from between the parted outer lips of Mikasa’s cunt. She gasped when Eren pulled almost all the way out, only the head remaining sheathed, struggling for air, but then lost her breath again when he pushed back in. Body tensing, her legs shook where Eren held them, toes visibly curling.

Uncaring, he pushed forward, stuffing her and feeling as her walls gave way, body accommodating to the frequent visitor. Mikasa was feverish from this torture, the tempo Eren set was not enough to satisfy her flaming desire. Her head dropped onto the bed, mouth open in silent cries and moans, hands clenched into tight fists on the small of her back, bound together. The ropes kept digging into her skin when she flexed her muscles, they kept her grounded, unable to take control over the situation. She couldn’t flip Eren and take what she wanted. She could hold him down and ride him like there was no tomorrow. She couldn’t do anything, just take what he gave her.

Mikasa was incredibly tight, she always was, but Eren was relentless. The more he pushed the more her body opened for him until finally he touched the opening of her cervix. The rubbery feeling, familiar at this point, let him know that he had effectively hit rock bottom. Now he was completely inside her, bottoming out just when she couldn’t give him any more space. They really were made for one another.

Her cunt gripped him inside her hard, muscles sealing him in. Yet Eren didn’t wait. He pulled out again, almost entirely, and slid back in, only a fraction faster than before. The bump of her cervix was the signal, and he repeated the motion, and again, and again. Finally speeding up, finally picking up the tempo, Mikasa couldn’t keep the long pleasure moan inside her as it vibrated through her entire being. It was still too slow for her tastes, but it was far better than nothing. Her voice quivered, being forced to moan for him again, the fullness inside her demanding it. Mikasa arched from the bed, her body creating that perfect bridge and in response the ropes dug deeper into her skin, squeezing her breasts from all sides. He fucked her, still slow and languid, in movements that were not rushing anywhere. It was not enough, and if she was not tied up, Mikasa would have taken control of this long ago, she would….

Out of nowhere, the nice cock she was enjoying disappeared. It was gone from her heat and she was painfully empty, inner muscles clenching on nothing. Mikasa whined at the loss completely unsatisfied, loudly protesting. And again, Eren ignored her. His hand appeared, pulling hard at the ropes and she was, against her will, pulled into a kneeling position. Eren must have stood up, she realized, because facing her was not his head, but his fully erect length instead, glistening with both of their juices. The hand that pulled her body upright moved into Mikasa’s hair, taking a firm hold of the red and black strands.

“Suck me clean.”, he ordered her, exactly as demanding as Mikasa liked him to be.

With her hands tied and in a position like this, she didn’t have much choice in the matter to begin with. It was rather obvious - if she wanted to get it back inside her, she had to obey. So saying nothing, starved as she was, her cheeks red from the teasing half-fuck she got, Mikasa opened her mouth and took his throbbing cock head into her mouth. Her pink lips and warm mouth took more and more in, inch by inch she reached about halfway of Eren’s length before pulling back. The skin that was already wet from her cunt got even wetter by her mouth. Mikasa puckered her lips and spat on the cockhead where the clear droplets of pre-cum were oozing from the tip. And then she kept going.

Keeping her eyes open, she ran her tongue slowly along the underside, knowing it is a very sensitive area. Mikasa licked him some more, like an eager cat, cleaning him exactly as she was ordered to. Then she wrapped those heavenly lips back on the swollen tip, and descended once again, mouth taking in his girth. She sucked on what was inside her, hard, making Eren groan above her, the fist in her hair tightening. He didn’t lead her, he didn’t have to, Mikasa was more than fulfilling any expectation he had.

With her mouth full of cock, Mikasa established eye contact, keeping it as she sunk lower and lower, taking more of Eren inside her mouth. Soon that was out of space, however, yet she kept going, the tip reaching the depths of her relaxed throat. Eren swore when he felt that, his eyes trained on her face, watching her pleasure him. If this was not erotic, then nothing else was.

Since her hands were tied, Mikasa couldn’t cup his balls as she usually did while giving a blowjob, couldn’t play with them, so she did her best to make up for it. The raven sucked harder and began bobbing her head, starting slowly but picking up speed. Before long the wet noise echoed in the room. From his vantage point above her, Eren had a prime view of her small, perky breasts, so nicely tied by the black and red rope, as they heaved with her efforts, nipples hard like small diamonds.

In short, Mikasa was pretty fucking good at cocksucking. She was, if anything, too good, and Eren was starting to lose himself to the feeling of her lips, her tongue adventurous as she explored all of his length. Even the light graze of teeth on the head had him gritting his own teeth. He could cum in her mouth, Eren knew that she would take it, but that wasn’t on the agenda. So, with great effort, Eren pulled at her hair, getting her greedy mouth away from his length which was now slick and completely covered in her spit.

Before she could question him, he flipped her over roughly with a strength that she wasn’t in a state to resist, Mikasa’s knees scrambling on the bedding. Eren kneeled behind her, guiding himself with one hand as he aimed for the dripping prize. The “What” died in favor of a long groan when he pushed right back inside her wet cunt, giving Mikasa no time to rest. With her hands tied behind her back, she couldn’t even brace herself against the punishing pace he set, fucking her with a clear purpose on mind. Her body shook, assaulted like this, face boiling red. As her muscles involuntarily clenched, Eren watched the tattooed wings on Mikasa’s back ripple, almost like flapping, trying to get away. But she was not going anywhere. Her hands clenched around nothing, black fingernails digging into her skin, and at the same time she tried biting into the covers to muffle herself. A motion that was not needed, as they were alone and Eren did not approve of unnecessary silence. One hand holding her waist, helping her trembling knees brace against the unrelenting assault, he reached out with the other, tangling it in her short midnight hair, now all shiny with sweat. With a yank, he brought her head up.

“Don’t.”, he growled, “Scream for me.”

And scream she did, when those deepest parts of her kept being rammed, over and over, her mind clouding over with pure and raw pleasure. Mikasa liked doggystyle, liked being taken from behind, liked the depth it allowed Eren to reach. It was even better now because Eren had that special angle figured out, that one she liked the most. He also knew that she liked being prepared first before the real rough pounding and did that too with the earlier teasing. All the checkmarks were there, all the optional objectives completed, and Mikasa was getting it exactly as she liked it. Her body was losing control, even her knees were faltering, and Eren was forced to let go of her hair to keep her ass up. Mikasa’s upper body, now with nothing anchoring it, flopped back on the bed, but she didn’t silence herself anymore. She moaned, groaned, and cried out loud, giving Eren exactly the satisfaction he wanted.

To reward her, he moved his fingers down, fingering her swollen clit. The touches were light, but in combination with the pounding she was getting from behind, it was more than enough. With each rub, with each time the head of his cock kissed that deep spot, Mikasa was getting tighter and tighter, her impressive musculature clenching hard around the invading length. The fire rising inside her, her eyes slid shut as she dragged her face over the bedding, the impeding orgasm closer and closer. It was wet, very wet, some of it leaking out as he hammered into her, dripping down over his balls. She was being stuffed like a freaking turkey, again and again, full and filled. This, this was what she craved. This was better than anything else, this was the best workout.

It felt like she was losing her mind from the incredibly intense pleasure. Eren kept going and going, so rough, throwing his gentleness in the wind. The caring boyfriend was gone, replaced by this sexual monster who was giving her the grade A dicking. There was no mental preparation she could do against the tidal wave. Her mind was shattered into thousand pieces, her body helpless, Mikasa was more or less just surviving the brutal assault on her body. She surrendered everything, burned it in the fire that was flaring through her whole body now. And with the last snap she was keeled over, inferno raging freely.

Mikasa came, and she came hard, her already loud moaning rising even higher as she didn’t muffle herself at all. She screamed out loud, body shaking, drool leaving her open lips and leaking onto the covers beneath her. Her eyes rolled back and she didn’t see anything, just white as Eren continued in his attack, not even slowing down. Her cunt was clenching hard around him, her feet, covered by the black socks, kicked the mattress repeatedly in her spasms, her fists tightened so much that the knuckles were bleeding white. She dug nails into her skin again, in a faint attempt to keep a grip on reality, but it did nothing apart from scratching herself bloody, a pain she did not even feel. Mikasa was completely lost in the stream of pleasure, defenseless. And Eren took full advantage, prolonging her orgasm as much as he could, touching and fucking her in a way that made the experience the best he could deliver.

But orgasming Mikasa was too much for any mortal man to handle, her body was a beautiful trap that was now fully triggered, the muscled passage massaging his whole length in a way nothing else in the world could imitate. He couldn’t stop himself, no matter how hard he clenched his teeth and how hard he squeezed her waist. Eren was too weak, so with a loud groan of his own, he came inside her, hips snapping until it was all over and they were both completely spent and done. It was a lot, way too much, dripping down on the covers underneath them, dirty and filthy and neither of them cared. There would be time to clean up later. Mikasa mewled in front of him, rubbing her face on the bedding, tired, happy and so thoroughly fucked that even her athletic body needed a break. Reaching over, Eren pushed the sweaty hair away from her face, smiling down at her afterwards.

“Hungry?”

They ate the cold pizza in comfortable silence, sprawled on the sofa. Mikasa, dressed only in a bathrobe after finally taking those damn thigh highs off and showering, had her legs in Eren’s lap giving her tired body the rest it deserved. The food might have been better when it arrived, but this was a trade she would take any day of the week. The pizza was good, and Mikasa was feeling sated on all fronts when they finished. Then a certain idea popped in her mind, something else that she hasn’t done in a while and would like, so turning to Eren she voiced her proposal.

“Hey babe, want to smoke some weed?”

“Weed?”

“Yeah, I got it from Sasha, long time ago actually. I’ve been keeping it for a special occasion I guess, so how about we do it now?”, seeing his puzzled expression, Mikasa’s brows rode up. “Wait, you’ve never done weed before?”

Eren shook his head.

“What about college? Everybody smoked there.”

“Not me though.”

Mikasa wasn’t a pothead, but living with Sasha, who was one, did make her try it a few times. It made her relax, and that was a valuable feeling in the otherwise stressful environment. The need increased even more when she started dating Eren and kept agonizing over fucking whatever they were having over. In time she grew out of it, and smoked only very occasionally nowadays, but if today was not the occasion then what was one.

“Wanna try it then? I still have my bong stashed.”

“Your bong? And I’ve never seen it?”, putting a hand on his heart, Eren continued, “What else are you hiding from me?”

She booped him on the nose.

“Many things, but I believe you’ll get to know them eventually. What about the smoke, you in?”

He was. After some basic tutorial, when Mikasa showed him how to use the thing, they managed to get a few good hits even with his coughing. Getting an idea, Mikasa inhaled some smoke again before leaning over and capturing Eren’s lips in a kiss. He was all for it until she breathed the smoke right into his mouth. Eren got a coughing fit, Mikasa got a laughing one, and it was mutually decided that it was enough drugs for one day.

With pizza and weed in her system, Mikasa was practically melting into the couch, so relaxed that being on cloud nine was probably the best definition of her mental state right now. Minutes passed without Mikasa doing anything, not even moving her body for once, letting her abused muscles rest. She probably fell asleep too, because now she was feeling rested and once again recharged. To see if Eren was also up in the chill heaven with her, Mikasa rolled over. He did look great, rested too, but his eyes were busy, studying the dance pole in the corner for some reason. Which, in turn, gave her yet another idea.

“Would you like a dance?”

He blinked at her, surprised.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Tsk, of course.”, she gave him a slow, sexy smile, “Go, sit down.”

Standing up, Mikasa shrugged off the bathrobe as that would only flap around. Walking over to the pole, she shot a look over her shoulder to see that Eren was watching her intently, green eyes following her every step. Knowing that she had his full attention, Mikasa began the show.

The raven didn’t do a pole dance naked before, but it wasn’t that different from the underwear she sometimes practiced in. Having the thing at home had certain advantages. The pole was still the same, solid metal beneath her hands. Mikasa didn’t do the hardest and most demanding forms, knowing that this was more for show than an actual workout. She focused on the sexy part, doing twirls and legwork, snaking herself around the pole with precision. While she was getting lost in the dance, Eren had a great time sitting back and watching. He did so often, but it never ceased to amaze him. Mikasa’s body was incredible, a well-oiled machine that moved exactly as its mistress wanted it to. Her every muscle worked exactly as she ordered, pushing the body as a whole beyond what normal humans could achieve. She could do that in the ring, often surprising her opponents just how strong and fast she was, and she could do that here too. Combine that with her gymnast-like flexibility, and this was by far the best pole dance Eren had ever seen in his life. If she was doing this professionally, Mikasa would, in his humble opinion, be world-class. Then again, this was his fiancé so he was most likely strongly biased.

She didn’t overwork herself, there was no need. This dance wasn’t to strengthen herself, it was to show off, and Mikasa did that flawlessly. By the time she was done, Eren was staring with mouth a bit open, completely bewitched by how she moved. Dark magic in high school might not be very effective, but this thing was certainly working. Putting both her feet back on the solid ground, Mikasa leaned on the pole, crooking her finger at her charmed victim.

He moved immediately, shuffling forward like a zombie, his eyes only for her. A good spell. Eren hands went for her immediately, as that dance was an incredibly foreplay and it got him fired up good and proper. The location was a bit unlucky, so Mikasa voiced her concern out loud, unsure how this would work.

“Here? You want to do it here?”

“Why not?

“I’m not opposed to it, I’m just wondering.”, she eyed the pole with a certain criticism in her gaze, “How?”

It wouldn’t be Eren if he let a simple logistic problem defeat him. Hoisting Mikasa up, he pressed her back against the metal, eyebrow raised.

“Like this?”

She shifted left and right, tried how it went but this wasn’t it. The metal was digging into her spine, making it uncomfortable.

“No, wait. Let me down.”

Eren did so immediately, taking a step back to let Mikasa come up with a better alternative. She turned around, holding the pole and bending over, presenting her butt as an offering. The arch of her back that she did, the perfect curve, it never failed to make Eren’s mouth water.

“How about like this?”, she suggested.

Yes, even her back was sexy as hell. The chiseled, firm shapes, the incredibly back muscles, the beautiful tattoo covering it, artistically interwoven into the porcelain skin. Coming close, Eren ran his hands over the two flawless globes that were Mikasa’s ass, silently admiring that unbelievably sexy shape.

“Yeah, this will do.”

It would be a damn shame to see such a meal in front of you and not having a taste. Seeing her pink outer lips, ready and waiting for him, Eren decided that it was time to once again bring out his oral skills. He knew for a fact that Mikasa adored them. Dropping down to his knees, Eren met her confused eyes with his own, giving her a wink.

“The position is perfect, but I think that I’ll go for a snack first.”

And he dived in, tongue first.

The pole was, in the end, a serviceable place to have sex at. After the deed was done, they just fell on the floor, laughing.

“You didn’t have to eat me out first, you know.”, she said, but Eren just raised an eyebrow, “We could have just fucked right away.”

“Why not? I know that you love it.”

“I do, but again?”, she trailed her hand over his lips, “You are so generous to me, it’s crazy.”

“Please, after that pole dance? I’d do anything for you, that thing was so fucking hot it was unreal. Plus, if you like something, ask for it, it’s good to be comfortable with what you enjoy.”

“That depends. I think I may be growing too comfortable with sex and such.”

“What do you mean?”

“You see, a week or something back I was checking if my catsuit, the black one, still fits me as it should, I wanted to use it that evening. You remember right?”

“Please, how could I forget?”

“Then you also remember that we had a delivery that day. And when the bell rang, guess who almost opened the door wearing a freaking latex bodysuit.”

“Aw, that wouldn’t be so bad though, you could always salvage that situation.”

“How exactly? How could I escape the thousand and one news articles saying: “the freaky sex life of the Azumabito’s cover girl exposed!“ Somehow I don’t think that Kiyomi would be all that happy with me.”

“You’d just have to spin the story. Make it look like you are training for a Catwoman cosplay.”

“Yeah, only if Halloween wasn’t a year away, right?”

“Maybe he would believe you, you never know. Anyway, why were you wearing it?”, he poked her in the stomach, feeling the abs shift beneath his touch, “I didn’t notice you gaining weight or anything.”

“I don’t know, I just..”, she was blushing now, looking away, “I like how it feels on my skin, even when the latex is a pain in the ass to get into. Once I finally put it on, I didn’t feel like taking it off.”

When he didn’t say anything to that confession, she looked back at his face.

“Not gonna tease me?”

“Why would I? I’m glad that you enjoy it because I surely do. You look like a goddess in it.”

“Goddes of BDSM? That’s what you called me right?”

“Sure did, and we both know that I'm just saying the truth.”

The mental picture in his head Eren another idea, so he continued.

“So how about….”

But Mikasa cut him off.

“No, I’m not putting it on now. Way too much work.”

“Oh well, can’t blame me for trying.”

“I’m not. But we can have fun even without the suit, can’t we?”

She leaned closer, almost kissing him but not really, her lips only millimeters away when she spoke.

“Any ideas?”

Eren closed the distance hungrily, capturing the elusive tease in a wild kiss before flipping them over and pushing her down, fully intent on showing her just how much fun they can indeed have.

She grumbled a bit in discomfort when Eren kept pushing until her legs were on her shoulders, completely doubling her over.

“Are we fucking or doing yoga?”, she asked.

“Can’t it be both?”

Mikasa rolled her eyes at him, and there was no way he was letting that go unanswered. Moving forward, he kept a firm hold on her ankles, forcing her body to bend even more for him, abusing the flexibility she had. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t protest again, letting Eren do as he pleased. Yet that stern expression fell completely apart when he pushed back into her, the position giving him premium access to her sex.

“Didn’t you learn anything in all these years of fighting?”, he whispered pulling back, but when Mikasa opened her mouth to answer he pushed back in, so all that came out of her was a moan. The bastard.

With a grin, he finished his thought.

“Never forget to stretch.”

He was taking it slow, languidly kissing every tattooed feather on her back. The action was very loving and unhurried, in stark contrast to the bruising lovemaking from before, but Mikasa welcomed it all the same.

“Your back is so sexy.”, he whispered in between the kisses. “It does things to me.”

“My back? Is there a part of me that is not sexy?”

“Nope. You are the perfect female specimen.”, the kisses trailed from one shoulder blade to the other, “So, are you ready for another round, princess?”

“Sure, but I’m not moving.”, she eyed him over her shoulder, a smug smirk on her face, “Do your best.”

She more felt than heard Eren’s low chuckle. It was his own damn fault, Mikasa was resting, lying on her side and staring into nothing in particular when he slithered over and started his slow worship of her tattooed skin. Not that Mikasa was opposed to it, but she wasn’t going to just get up because of him.

“I can work with that.”, he growled, his hand wrapping around her thigh.

And he did just that, parting her legs and slipping in from behind. Yet he didn’t push in, keeping his head just shy of penetration, just barely parting her outer lips. It was a technique he developed, the fastest way to get Mikasa to talk about something she would normally blush and hide her face for. Dangle the carrot in her reach but not give it to her, keep her on the edge. Mikasa’s reaction was fast. She whined, stirred her hips, tried to get Eren to slip into her. He held fast.

“Any reason for your sudden laziness?”

As expected, she answered immediately, wanting nothing more for than for Eren to just shut up and fuck. Literally.

“We haven’t done this position in a while, and I like it.”, she curled her body, sticking out her butt for easier access, “I can just lie here as the little spoon while you do all the work.”

“Miki, just say the word and I’ll do the whole Kamasutra with you.”

She giggled at that, delighted.

“You think that there is a lot we haven’t tried?”

It wasn’t the first time one of them was feeling adventurous, and that usually led to a tryout for a new position randomly found on the internet. Thanks to Mikasa’s body, work of art on its own, so far they have never been unable to do the thing. The results ranged from absolutely terrible and borderline painful that were immediately dropped to some that Mikasa loved. Eren wasn’t much of a connoisseur in this, if he had a preference it was being able to see Mikasa’s face, a cheesy line that never failed to make her blush.

“For sure. Don’t underestimate how creative some people are.”

“No rush, let’s take it one by one.”, rubbing herself on Eren’s length more, she once again voiced her need, “So quit stalling and put it in.”

Pressing forward, Eren filled her, the position and angle allowing his cock to reach a great depth within her. It also gave him prime access to both Mikasa’s neck and ears, places where she was highly sensitive. Taking full advantage he mouthed her ear, tonguing the piercings before whispering.

“Your wish is my command.”

Sometimes, even being the peak specimen, they needed a break. It was a haze, madness, and Mikasa doubted that it was the weed. They were drunk and high, but not on drugs, on each other. And now that she thought about it, she was ready for another dose. Looking over where Eren was, Mikasa decided that it was time to see if her supplier had something in stock for her. Also, she could ask what the status was on the little endurance contest they had going on. There was no way in hell that an Ackerman was losing – as long as she was breathing, Mikasa would never admit defeat. She rolled on top of Eren, seating herself on her fallen lover.

“How are you doing, loser?”

He scoffed up at her, hands taking hold of her hips.

“I didn’t give up yet.”

“Then what was that:”, Mikasa dropped her voice lower, doing her best to imitate Eren’s tone, “M-Miki please, I c-can’t…. Not again… Oh god…”

She interlaced her speech with a lot of groans and moaning to drive her point home. In turn, his hands on her waist tightened, halting the back-and-forth rocking Mikasa was doing to illustrate her point. Not only to stop her making fun of him, but also because it was doing things to him that he was not yet ready to follow through with.

“I feel like you’re mocking me.”, he growled.

She quirked an eyebrow.

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“It’s not that I mind, but It is kind of hypocritical.”

“Why is that?”

“I do remember a foot on my head, pushing me away from someone’s pussy, because”, now it was Eren doing the imitating, pushing his voice higher to match Mikasa’s “Babe, I-I ne-need a minute, It’s to-too m-much…”

She frowned at him.

“Oral is cheating.”

That made him laugh, the sound shaking his body beneath her thighs. Seated as she was, it shook Mikasa too.

“So me eating you out is cheating, but you sucking my soul out is fine?”

“Well it’s fair, you get to use ropes so it’s balanced.”

“I don’t remember having the monopoly on that,”, Eren’s fingers started doing those small circles on Mikasa’s hipbones, a more or less unconscious reflex at this point, “You can tie me up too, if you want…”

“I need way more gear to do it right, you grab a rope and…”, she made a booming gesture, “Blow my mind.”

Not sure how to react to such a compliment, Eren just smiled. Because what is the right reaction when your girlfriend tells you that you are very good at rope bondage?

“Thanks. I love you too my rope bunny.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a term I found on the internet while doing some err.. research. Apparently it’s a person who enjoys being bound so.”, he tapped her on the thigh, “You.”

Mikasa considered it for a moment but then shook her head.

“Nope, I don’t like it. Drop it.”

“Really? It’s kinda cute…”

However, she was decided. Reaching over Eren’s chest, she tapped him, hard, right in the middle. At the same time, her voice got filled with that murderous low tone that always made Eren shiver, and not in a good way. Mikasa was terrifying when she wanted to be and it didn’t matter that she was naked and seated on top of him. It was like flipping a switch – at first, she was the sexiest thing alive and then switch she made Eren want to salute and straighten his back while also cowering in fear at the same time. One of a kind.

“Drop. It.”

Well, he tried.

“Yes my queen.”

She rewarded him with a smile.

“Now that’s more like it. Know your place, fuckboy.”

“Really?”

“You’re experimenting, I’m experimenting. But don’t worry, I don’t like that one either, I think that I’ll stick with Eren.”

He snorted beneath her.

“Thanks.”

Pleased by how quickly he obeyed, Mikasa ran her hands over his firm body, stopping the cup his once again hard member.

“Now look,”, she purred, “ Is this for me?”

She was so immersed in the kiss that she didn’t even realize where Eren was taking her. But when Mikasa’s naked skin slid along something slightly fuzzy and soft, she had to break away to see. Oh. A pool table. Her thoughts got jumbled right after, because after Eren so unceremoniously dumped her on the table, he parted her thighs and bowed his head, going to work. Eren was an artist with his mouth, so whatever Mikasa wanted to ask was promptly forgotten, and didn’t resurface until after she came, her body writhing on top of that strange new surface.

“Why do we even have a pool table?”, she panted the question out, “It’s not like we use it.”

Eren looked like he didn’t want to answer, too absorbed in lining himself up properly, not even bothering with wiping his face. But when Mikasa tugged on his hair, he did raise his eyes.

“We are using it right now.”, he said, making Mikasa giggle.

“I don’t think that the table was designed for fucking.”

“Doesn’t matter. WE bought it, we can use it for what we want to.”

He stopped all of a sudden, the tip of his member just touching Mikasa’s sex, only the slightest part inside her velvety heat.

“Should I get off of you and set the table?”, he even had the indecency to smirk down at her, “We can play pool if you want, sink some balls.”

Instead of answering, Mikasa wrapped her legs around him and pulled hard, basically forcing Eren to slide into her in one quick motion. As he didn’t expect it, Eren made the most embarrassing moan, eyes widening.

“Maybe later.”, she said, “For now, forget the balls and focus on sinking Into me.”

Eren didn’t need to be told twice, bracing himself on the pool table, he drove into her, once again taking control of the situation. That didn’t mean that Mikasa stopped moving, her hips were still rising to meet his, her legs kept pushing and pulling in sync with the movements, she was very much an active party. With that much friction given by the cloth on the pool table, her body wasn’t sliding that much, something Eren was grateful for. He could drive into her with more force, a notion Mikasa appreciated with a deep purr in her throat. And when she closed her eyes and craned her neck, getting closer and closer to the edge, a single thought flashed through her mind.

You know what, maybe the pool table wasn’t such a bad investment.

His fingers trailed her ass, passing her sex and moving until the tips pressed against the other hole.

“What about here?”, Eren asked, “Another thing we haven’t done in a while.”

True enough, and Mikasa nodded almost enthusiastically. She did remember that it could feel really good, with adequate preparation that is, and Eren was trained enough to know that.

“Get the lube.”

While Eren retrieved the item, Mikasa scrambled herself up to the hands and knees position, presenting her ass the best she could. Eren appreciated it with a hum and gentle caress of her butt. The fingers that probed into her Mikasa expected, relaxing her muscles and pushing back to help Eren slide in. At this point, they were rather experienced with this. After one finger came two, stretching her out in preparation for the sex. Or so she thought. Wrongly, because the next thing that came after Eren withdrew his hand wasn’t his cock, unless it froze when Mikasa wasn’t looking. The object was warmed a bit, by his mouth she guessed, but still colder than what she thought was going to slip inside her. It wasn’t that hard to guess that it was a plug.

“I th-thought we are going to f-fuck.”, she panted out, words hard to form while Eren worked the toy into her butt.

“You said it yourself, there is no rush.”, he pulled back a bit, once again stretching her with the widest part, “I want you to be prepared.”

Eren had a plan, and when he had a plan Mikasa didn’t argue. It was much more fun to simply play along. Once she was properly plugged, Eren smirked on the image in front of him. The toy had a heart-shaped decoration at the end, which was now settled between her cheeks, creating a rather pleasing view. This stage done, he stood up, meeting Mikasa’s unsteady gaze and red cheeks.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

The stare she gave him was hilarious, but Eren didn’t blame her. It was a strange thing to ask. In way of answering the unspoken “What the fuck?” question, he fished out the toy’s remote control from his pocket.

“I promise it’s gonna be fun.”

Seeing that he was completely serious, Mikasa let out a frustrated laugh, shaking her head. Eren was impossible sometimes. Getting up from her compromising position, she had to bite her bottom lip to keep the moan the toy’s shift inside her produced. And she played along.

“Okay, let me get dressed.”

Eren wasn’t lying, the movie was fun, made even better by the random vibration that certain someone kept sending through her body, building that mountain of frustration inside her. Yet she held, knowing that this was the game, a small friendly wager if she could hold herself back until it was over. In her stubbornness, she couldn’t let the smug devil that was her boyfriend have this one. Yet as soon as the movie was over, Mikasa was right on top of him, growling in the animalistic desire.

“Get your fucking dick out.”

And for the second time in a few hours, Eren had the feeling that disagreeing would cost him a few broken bones. Only a feeling, as Mikasa wouldn’t hurt him, but it was there and it made him shiver once again. Angry Mikasa was scary, and horny Mikasa wasn’t that far behind. Making peace with his fate, which was some incredible anal sex with Mikasa’s firm and shapely backside, Eren surrendered, saying the same phrase that he did not that long ago.

“Yes my queen.”

It was sunny outside, which meant that it was day, yet Mikasa could not care less. She didn’t know if Eren was passed out or not, lying next to her in their love nest, or if he was simply silently recharging for the next round. She was tired, beyond tired even, but in the best of ways, worn out by the most pleasant physical activity she knew besides fighting. They’ve been at this for what, hours? Days? Mikasa lost count on how many times they finished each other off. If there ever was marathon sex than this was it. In accordance with her previous wish, Eren found an article online and they tried several new positions as well as dusted off some places they haven’t had sex on in a while. She was satisfied in every way, and it was only the stupid competition they had that made her reach out, poking Eren in the crotch. He groaned, eyes opening to look into hers. Grey meeting green, Mikasa smirked at him, pressing her palm against the soft member. She used him so much, the raven wasn’t sure if Eren even could get hard anymore.

“Seriously Miki?” he hissed, voice as tired as she felt, “What am I to you? A sexbot?”

With a giggle, Mikasa once again rolled on top of him, taking her favorite seat.

“Of course, why else would I spend all these years training you?”, her hand dragged down over his face, making a brief stop at his lips before descending to lay flat against Eren’s beating heart, “I’m just collecting on my time investment. With interest.”

“Large fucking interest, if I say so myself.”

“That’s how it works babe. And…”, she scooted closer, gracefully, whispering into his ear, “I don’t hear you complaining.”

“Kinda hard to..”

“Besides,”, she pulled back again, “Wasn’t it you who said, and I quote: “blowjob is an art”?”

“That was years ago!”, he whined, cursing Mikasa and her perfect memory, “I was eighteen and just got some action for the first time in my life! I was trying to motivate you since you didn’t seem that much into it at the beginning…”

“Geez, I wasn’t super stoked about having a dick down my throat. Who could have ever guessed that!”

“I mean…”

She waved his protest aside.

“Its fine, fine. I learned to like it anyway, with practice. My point is, you have all this big talk about that and you don’t think that eating pussy is not? You know how many times I had to guide you, step by step, to tell you exactly what to do and how I like it?”

“I remember Miki.”, he grinned up at her, “I was there.”

“Well then you know how many hardships I had to endure to get you to the point you are at now.”, she huffed in satisfaction, once again gently caressing Eren’s cheek, “Perfectly serviceable lover, finely tuned specifically for my pleasure. You know every position I like, every sensitive part of my body, everything.”

She tapped him on the nose.

“So why the hell wouldn’t I use you as much as I can?”, shifting her weight, so more of her naked ass was pressing right against Eren’s length, she smiled when feeling the familiar hardening, “Your body agrees with me.”

“You don’t play fair.”, he accused her.

“All is fair in love and war.”, she countered straight back.

Mikasa was obviously dead set on getting off again, but Eren still felt like his thing wasn’t ready, so he switched his voice into a pleading one.

“Mercy, please. I need to recharge, not everyone has a body like you do.”

A body that was an almost never tiring machine, capable of a wide variety of activities – everything from fighting to fucking and many more. Sex is a physical effort too, and unless Eren tied her up, Mikasa was very much active during it. The thing is, Eren could push Mikasa to her limits, exhaust her just as well as she did it to him, but he needed the assistance of his wide variety of sex toys. Here, skin to skin, with Mikasa unbound and only one butt plug to assist him, he was finding himself outmatched. Not by a large margin mind you, he more than held his own and Mikasa was perfectly satisfied with his performance, but it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t push for more. Overcome your limits, not only in the ring but in the bedroom too.

Yet it was very important to understand when your partner cannot perform anymore, and Mikasa was a generous goddess.

“Fine,”, she agreed, backing down, “ I don’t want to break you after all.”

“Why is that?”

A wink.

“You are my favorite toy.”

The line rang once, twice, thrice, fourth and then fifth time, making Levi frown. Mikasa was usually quite reliable when it came to answering his calls, she knew he didn’t do it unless there was something of importance to discuss. Just as he was about to end the call and try later, there was a crack and a familiar voice.

“Mikasa’s phone, Eren here.”

“Hey, can you give me the brat? I need to talk to her.”

“Sorry, but she’s at the shower right now. Should I give her a message?”

Levi sighed. Of course, she was busy when he needed her - that was just his luck.

“Fine, tell her to swing by tomorrow, we need to talk about the sponsorship shit from Hizuru.”

“I’ll let her know.”

“Good, good. You take care Eren.”

“You too Levi, see you.”

Putting the phone down, Eren ended the call. Carefully, he put it back on the dresser, turning around. What he told Levi wasn’t entirely accurate – Mikasa wasn’t in a shower, but she was very much unable to accept the call in her current situation. The smug smile spread over his face, Eren took a minute to admire her current situation, as it was his handiwork. If he wanted to be honest with Levi, he could have said that his fiancé is a bit tied up at the moment.

Mikasa was standing, or rather balancing herself, on just the toes of one of her legs. The other was pulled up and bent at the knee, secured in that position by ropes. Those sneaked all the way over her body, like a web, immobilizing her completely. Her torso and breasts were tied too, several crisscrossing lines that made a very nice pattern against her pale skin. Mikasa’s hands were tied behind her back, forearms pressed together. Two lines also ran down her abs, between the forcefully spread thighs and framed her sex, positioned so they would rub against her outer lips, teasing and not fulfilling. All these ropes connected at the top, leading up the ceiling where they were anchored, suspending her in the air. Eren calculated the height so the only part of her that could touch the ground here the tips of her left leg’s toes, her weight was held up by the ropework itself. And that was not all.

There were clamps on her nipples, small weight pulling them down. Her chest and abdomen were full of red wax stains, remnants from a little candle fun they had earlier. Even gagged, she made the cutest sounds when he dripped the hot substance on her nipples. Mikasa's eyes were hidden behind a thick blindfold and her mouth was held open by the aforementioned black ballgag, drool trickling down her chin. The silver letters on her collar glistened when she moved her head, moaning weakly into the rubber. Eren didn’t blame her. Pulling the remote control from his pocket, he increased the vibrations on the egg vibrator hidden deep inside her cunt. She reacted immediately, the moan changing into a long whine as Mikasa craned her neck, muscles tensing as she swayed in the rigging. He had been playing with her body for some time now, using several toys and instruments, making her extremely sensitive at this point.

Retrieving the flogger from where he dropped it once Mikasa’s phone started ringing, Eren walked over to where she was bound. Her head angled towards him once he drew near, searching, a non-descript sound coming from behind the gag. It was most likely her begging, Eren realized, circling her suspended body. He did a good job – the rope was as much of decoration, in the complicated shapes he created, as it was a restraint -the ropework was beautifully done, not leaving a single part of her body unbound. Even the tattooed wings on Mikasa’s back were crossed over by a rope, completing the illusion of a captured angel, fully at his mercy. And the devil was here to play.

Not hitting her yet, Eren dragged the flogger over her body, loving how she tensed against the soft touch. Her ass was nicely red, also his doing, whipped into that pretty color. It reminded him of the wax he dripped on her, stuck to Mikasa’s heated sweaty skin. There was also the end of the anal hook there, protruding from between her flawless buttcheeks, the clip smartly secured to the ropes around her body, pulled tightly. It was doubly as cruel now because hanging in the air like this, Mikasa had almost no control over it. Suspended, a part of Mikasa’s weight was carried by the hook itself, so the pressure was unrelenting. And when her body spasmed, either from pain or pleasure, it pulled at the hook and it shifted in her, merciless. It was truly a hellish contraption that he had bound his lover into. There was a lot he had done to her so far, and Eren could see the result of his efforts rather clearly. The proof of her arousal and enjoyment was running down Mikasa’s strong thighs, glistening and mixing with the sweat, soaking the ropes that tied her legs, held her helplessly open for him to have fun with.

Inspection done, Eren circled her completely, coming back to stand in front of her. Reaching down, he took hold of her face, turning her to him. Very carefully, he pushed the sweat matted short locks from her face, knowing how hyper-aware she is of his every touch. With your senses gone, the remaining ones tend to sharpen, Eren knew that for a fact as he was often put into a similarly vulnerable position on Mikasa’s dom days.

He was sure that Mikasa was looking at him, although he couldn’t see it through the blindfold, most likely begging with her eyes in addition to the muffled sounds leaking from behind the gag alongside the drool. He had the tied-up angel’s full attention.

“So…”, he drawled, thumbing her scar gently, knowing that there would be enough time to get rough in a moment. Eren was far from being done with her.

“Remind me kitten, where were we?”

#eremika #fanfic #snk #aot

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THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / SEPTEMBER 30, 2019 // larkspur lane/the whisper box

this post is a double whammy cause they have 2 eps happen in the same day if u can believe it (thats how awful judging timelines in this show is!!)

-"hi josh..." LMAOOOOOOO

-BESS just breaking in lmaooo how many god damn times does bess just shit the bed in this show

-LOVE her frowny face at nancys closet ("my expectations are low" lmfaoooo but this would totally be me)

-"bet she meant it metaphorically" okayyy but then why did lucy say that at all? i feel like theres defo more to this story, combined with josh's cagey behavior (part of which is to get nancy to stop looking into shit d/t him and karen but still)

-"they dont accept visitors unless they're family" .....🙂

-ace "youre really good at that" to bess i fuckin love this friendship with all my heart (also love their talk at the claw mirroring nick & nancys talk in the last ep)

-also PINK AND ORANGE BESS ARE U BLIND (also 1) why tf would nancy own this and 2) where would she wear it??)

-okay wtf is vampire dip

-"boss??" see this is what i meant yesterday about nancy ruining everything for nick/george

-god DAMN she sucks at dealing with this news lmaooo that emotional competency babey + love george literally agrees to help bc she feels bad (AND nicks immediate look of "you just reprimanded me for helping her last ep and i know why youre doing this rn" lmaoooo)

-LOVE george noticing nick "shout out to jean valjean" lmaooo once again nancy would never have noticed/commented on something like that

-"get the hell out of here" was this foreshadowing for an epic dad joke for these two eps? "how do you make holy water? you boil the hell out of it" 😂😂😂😂

-so what i dont get about the whole haunting is the ball + kids' laughter but its all the emphasis on "mr roper" the adult? wtf like what kind of entity is this

-"how did you ever have a solo career??" 😂

-okay amaya's hair is gorgeous here (also "you feel like a snack" ....👀) *ahhh so the reason bess feels so off balance is bc its like a top vs a top scenario

-has anyone who's ever been to prison confirmed this is what it looks like?

-love how ace is the only employee there when they all leave so he had to fucking close the place when he goes

-why does she take the whole file? time constraints? it'd be smarter to take pics + replace it (better sleuthing) but this place is clearly not well run anyway 😂

-so this is a pretty decent cover she invents but theres no way she would get away with it so easily for a real guard

-love how ace recognizes ryan's car (+ is able to find it by driving around)

-"my father wouldnt do anything like that" LMFAOOOOOO SIS WHY ARE U DEFENDING HIM ironically, ace is actually the best person suited to engage w ryan here d/t the car accident + connection with laura being ryans SIL. its a unique set up

-i am fascinated by the concept of priests + holy water being so effective here combined with mcginnis' beliefs and basically nondenominational ghosts/seances etc after that. the show is very clearly big on diversity but definitely steers clear from too much WASP stuff yk? wonder if other stuff from christianity works against the ghosts/demons like taking refuge in a church "holy ground" or using silver etc

-"did this start after the night of sept 10?" *this is where you get the time line for the seance if you didnt know

-this is so fucking funny when u realize that patient sal talks to is actually a ghost so sal really is psycho i guess 😂

-bitchsplain/tall jar of mayonnaise 🙏🏻😌 2gether 4ever

-how did ace get this van? also heart attack when he yells at carson (but then grins at him like a goofball lmaooo)

-"for nancys sake and yours" damn she owes ace big time for all this shit

-"what do we do for 7 minutes?" ...ummm play 7 minutes in heaven lmaooo 👀🥵

-was not expecting ace to look this sexy holding an axe but okay (*ah, its his short sleeve shirt showing his arms. usually hes a sleeves guy)

-"desperate for attention" nancy (from gomber) vs "bc she's starved for attention" patrice --> lucy (and candace also...) we know nancys detective work makes her seem like an attention seeker, but what was lucy doing to make them all think that? she was trying to hide her relationship with ryan, not expose it. unless they just mean the rumors about her?

-so is patrice hiding lucy's "truth" talking about lucy being a whore or lucy being a ghost? what is lucy's secret? did patrice guess she was pregnant or did patrice's somehow garbled mind remember tiffany trying to show patrice the video with lucy on it?

-wonder what captain thom thinks of this stand off w ace lmaooo

-"like you do?" top v top shenanigans

-how awko for carson to talk to karen again like this

-"oh no" ACE 😂

-love how amaya says "be a human" like shes kind of admitting people in rich circles typically arent (^this is an interesting focus in s2 when bess's rich family rejects her, thus making her human again, but nancy embraces her rich fam and experiences subsequent moral struggle which is predicted with the wraith)

-wonder what ryan thinks he could get from the marvins (which he cant get now lmaooo)

-this damn whisper box. so many questions. who named it the whisper box? why are the ropers' old possessions still there? who decided to build a mental hospital on top of it? and patrice! she "hid lucy's secrets" hannah gruen thinks tiffany tried to show patrice video w lucy on it, which patrice then specifically says she hid in the thin mans book. so patrice knows of the thin man? can she see him? does she know he was a ghost/supernatural? she must have a supernatural sense to know about him (unless sal told or some shit) so then when tiffany shows up w/ lucy being supernatural in it patrice hides it to protect her? is this why she is "crazy" kinda like victoria? supernatural elements or ability to sense ghosts makes her unstable? this is why lucy being a ghost/nursery rhyme that she repeats makes patrice worse/"stroke"? how did patrice even get into the whisper box to put the key in the bible and get out without getting trapped? also, her dementia --> lucidity is really fucking off, some people mildly switch like that but usually with dementia they cant even register new shit anymore

-...so did bess take the ride? 👀

-interesting how celia says "your father will be disappointed" but nothing of her own opinion. wonder how much celia truly puts up with to keep everett calm and nonhomicidal

-like george asking nick follow up questions that nancy never really would have asked

🥞🥞🥞(ep13)🥞🥞🥞

-is this bitch just eating a plain pancake with her bare hand?

-"extra case load and excessive volunteering" ugh. nancy's family here are like, gross in how "good" of people they are // unrealistic, trying to paint carson in the best light/ no way ryan could ever compare (but the reality is theyre not that good of people for lying about nancy) **and shes arrogant to think shes better than everyone else ie the only one who truly lives virtuously, thinks she can do no wrong sometimes even tho using sex to cope, breaking and entering, etc is not morally "good" stuff she still thinks she is the only one who doesnt lie and plays fair (like in the pilot she lists everyone else as a suspect but herself- obviously we know she isnt guilty but no one else does. (i mean in theory we really dont, what if nancy was an unreliable narrator and was actually guilty, that would be a hella cool show)its reactions like that where she cant understand why others like the chief suspect her

-ooooh ironic that in the Good Place carson readily agrees to pay her for helping with cases as opposed to s2 in reality

-nick's house has "problems" so why does he need a lawyer? as opposed to an interior designer, plumber, or realtor?

-in the Good Place nick and george realize they are not going to work out after one date. does this failure in the Good Place predict failure in reality, or merely an easier way of figuring out the truth? does this mean that the "opposite" of the Good Place is reality, or only an opinion of what is better? (nancy says "you all like me" as her opinion of them liking her is skewed; does this then only reflect nancys version for what is the "perfect life"?)

-why is bess a hippie??? and love how george curls her hair and wears pink lipstick here

-if this dream is so realistic then why is the one thing it cant conjure smoke? like how random

-love the locket being a key realization bc with things like jewelry you dont notice the weight of them until theyre gone

-"you all like me" in her perfect life nancy means they "like" her objectively/regardless of circumstance even though liking her is still an objective choice (like they "like" her because of other reasons instead of her working at the claw? (like how you make friends with coworkers/people at school every day but after you leave the job/graduate you never speak to them again) and her "thanks for showing up!" as if theyre not doing exactly that in reality 😐like where is she getting this shit? she sort of acknowledges in earlier eps she is hard to like/that she puts mysteries before friends, but also pushing them away to avoid danger like the previous ep "why do u show up" etc

-is it just me or does the inside of nicks "house" look like the drews'?

-nick has a dick scar lmaooooo (or more likely was hit in the balls or smth)

-love how nick + george match their anger in confronting sal 100% on the same level

-so when did ace go back to work after having such a busy day earlier?? lmaooo

-damn father shane is a creep (casting defo hired him for his voice) and how tf did he just poof + escape? and what did he request???

-love bess's white hair bow here 😌+ her jacket, whole outfit on point as usual

-like how bess is right that nancy has to find her way out but thats kind of a nonstarter for a room full of panicked people wanting to help

-in the Good Place theres no bad blood between drews + hudsons bc nancy is really theirs

-"the only one who has the key is you" in the Good Place nancy has the key (smaller picture, to finding out what happened to lucy but bigger picture, post-reveal) but ryan has the clues nancy needs- following the Good Place's mirroring, this just means that in reality ryan will either be completely useless or an active hindrance (but you KNOW this is a dream bc in what universe would ryan remember clues like that 😂)

-so in a perfect universe ryan acknowledges his family's "criminal empire" as opposed to reality where he only makes under cover jabs about disengaging with being an "entitled corrupt legacy criminal" ie finding the bonny scot relics but does nothing about them, etc

-"strippers" 😂

-okay what is nancys obsession w her beanie?? bc her mom made it? "wear beanies do crimes?" idk

-making the call: nancy -unable to make up for lost time/both her mothers had to find out/suffer alone / in the Good Place nancy was able to be with kate while she called, and in reality she had carson; somethig about seeing the mother looking to the daughter for strength in the Good Place instead of the reverse (which is what reality sounded like, kate being strong for nancy through the illness despite the struggle)

-concept: nancy & nick "let's wait out the storm"

-"i believe that you believe it" nick in the Good Place + owen in reality both trust nancy when she says she's seen things (owen's is the teeth) but nick in reality (and not really knowing details) doesnt think much of their "moment" bc it wasnt real (so she had to leave the Good Place to save carson- but if she had known then he wasnt her real dad, would she have stayed to be w nick?)

-stranger - suede james 💙👌🏻

-"really anxious as a kid" v telling bc of her desire to know everything to remain in control of situations like she always does now

-"the medicine or the metaphysics?"/"you cannot beat supernatural with science"

-i love nancy playing with her pinky while saying goodbye 🥺

-"always seek out the truth even if it hurts" this is straight irony bc kate never told nancy anything. like does that include the truth about nancys parentage? they taught her to seek out the truth, but who taught her that the truth is the only thing to live by? ie things dont count anymore like carson and kate straight up raising her is tossed out bc she finds out its not "the truth" like all that work/stress to protect carson + she just drops him? with kate maybe shes just upset thst she spent all that time mourning for someone who lied. and would she do the same to ryan if needed? probably

-bess and ace head tilt 💙

-like how for all the time she spent there nancy only has a subconscious memory of blue curtains

-YESSSSS i LOVEthese beautiful overhead shots of hannah's hands. so out of character for the show lmao but so gorgeous

-i feel like future eps/grand future will be nancy going through the lock boxes to help people who asked hannah for help

-the video is officially dated Aug 22, 2019

-soooooo in the first ep nancy breaks into the hudsons house and finds tiffanys secret drawer w the nail polish and finds the amulet with a note that says "for your protection HG" yet on this video tiffany says she talked to a medium who gave her the amulet sooooo am i just confused? HG is hannah gruen obvi so is the address for the medium what hannah gave her? or was the address on the amulet which nancy dissolved in salt water to see? so how would tiffany know where to go? its chicken and the egg which came first hannah or the medium?

and lastly:

i close these two eps with a thought that everything in this show is sealed in death. all the lies, the imagery, the fake constructs people put up to get by all crumple the second someone dies- all the secrets come clean just like these doors have been unsealed.

#brooklyn's ND primer #nancy drew cw #the Great Rewatch of 2021 #you best start believing in ghost stories miss drew - you're in one

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long-bodyswap · 4 years ago

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Yotta Life

(Im sorry I don’t have the credits, but if you know the author you can @)

It’s been an adjustment lately getting used to all this fame and attention since Adele’s new album came out. The whole world knew it would be huge, but even the most optimistic among us couldn’t have imagined that it would have the best selling first week sales of any album in history! With massive, iconic numbers like that, it was only natural that she would need more security while she goes on her whirlwind press promo, and I’m the best in the business- ermmm- I mean technically my host, Peter Van der Veen is the best in the business, but it’s not like anyone could tell the difference since the spell I used gave me access to all of his memories, training, and personality traits. No one has suspected a thing, and I’ve been inside Peter since he was Lady Gaga’s bodyguard!Possessing the top bodyguard for the stars has been a dream come true because I’ve met and spent time with almost all of my idols. Gaga is much more normal in private than people give her credit for, but my favorite client so far has been Adele, BY FAR. Never have I ever met such a witty, sweet, funny as shit, monumentally talented, and down to earth person. Rumor has it she used to be quite the drinker before she had her baby, but every now and then she’s whipped out a little reward for the road with her team, meaning I was naturally drawn into the fun. IIt’s been simply remarkable getting to know Adele and honestly consider her a friend. She’s so honest and personable that I catch myself shifting out of Peter’s stern persona, dropping sass and giggling to her jokes. I remind myself often that it’s only acceptable around Adele, but anyone who had previously known Peter would be immensely suspicious. Still, it’s been the single most meaningful (and lucrative) gig I’ve ever done. You can see that I try my hardest to remain stern and serious. It’s so hard because even her commentary during casual conversation is adorable and hilarious enough to make a stone gargoyle let out a good chuckle. Sometimes it honestly is too much and I can’t help but smile and join in the silliness. It’s comforting at least to know that Peter’s smile looks so fucking sexy- almost as sexy as his stern smolder.

The bulk of the promo circuit ended in December so now that it’s January 2016, I finally have some time to myself. Adele thanked me profusely for my service and friendship and begged me to free up my schedule so I could join her when her tour starts in April. I promised her I’d lock in the dates, but it’s going to be nice to have some time to have fun behind closed doors…At the very least it’ll be nice to show off this body.Fuck, what a great day. I’m rocking this perfect bronze and I can finally show off this sculpted body. I work ridiculously hard to keep it up to Peter’s standards, but it’s so worth it. Peter’s body looks sexy as hell in a suit, but it was meant to be seen and envied by others. And the Adele gig was so lucrative that I’m set to be enjoying the next four months shirtless and glistening at this Mexican resort. I used this morning to do a power workout of sprints and chest interval training in a nearby canyon, and then I rewarded myself with a nice afternoon spent relaxing at the beach.Peter’s sore muscles always made me horny for some reason, which meant that I was on edge almost all day every day…I didn’t mind though. It reminded me of how powerful and full of my vitality my host was. What I did mind though was burning in this hot sun. Noticing a cute boy eyeing me, I saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. The adorable fucker looked about my real age, but way better looking, not that that mattered since I was inhabiting Mr. Europe 2005. Being bisexual, I’ve been able to use Peter’s body to anonymously fuck around with hotties from all over the world, but I’ve gotta say I’ve developed a strong preference for boys, so let’s test the waters and see if this kid wants a taste of the premier bodyguard to the stars.“Hey, kid.” I said in a deep, yet friendly tone. “You got a sec to help me out with something?” I made sure to flash him a subtle smile, also pulling my shades down so he could see the twinkle in my beautiful eyes. It only took me a second to realize I had him hook, line, and sinker.That big smile was one thing, but I had also completely stopped him in his tracks. He was walking back over to me without a single hesitation. “What can I do for you?” The chap asked with a friendly tone that was masking what I, after maaaanyy similar encounters, knew was lust.“You see, I’m going to start burning soon, so could you help me with a fresh layer of sunblock?”He kept his jaw from dropping, but I knew he was shocked and ecstatic. “You mean, on your back?” He asked, treading cautiously.“Actually, I was hoping you could help me with the whole thing,” I said, pointing out my sculpted chest and abs before biting my lip in a fake show of nervous anticipation.

The boy paused to think for a second before smiling again and walking over. “Sure, I’d love to help out,” he said in a way that tried to make it sound like he was just doing a normal favor for a stranger.

I grinned in relief before putting my shades back on and getting out my tube of sunblock. I laid down, making sure to get comfortable before I took a second to adjust my junk since I was about a quarter hard from the sheer testosterone pumping through my veins.

“Sorry about that,” I said before getting relaxed again. “Had a brutal workout this morning. Always gets the testosterone flowing, if you know what I mean.”“I could tell you had a good workout this morning. You’ve got the pumped look. Maybe you can share some workout tips- I’m trying to bulk up, but it’s been kinda hard.”“Son, you don’t need to add a single pound of mass. The lean look is really sexy on you.” I said that right as he popped the cap open, making him blush before he squeezed a healthy helping of that cream into his hands.

“That’s easy for you to say,” he said before slathering that cream on my abs. I shivered and gasped from the cold, tightening my core from the surprise, but he kept talking. “Especially when you have a body like this.”As far as I could tell, he had no idea who I was, so it was safe to see if I could push his buttons a little.As he spread the cream over Peter’s ripped abs, I quietly moaned from the feeling of those smooth fingers rubbing that coconut scented goodness into my stolen skin. The look on this boy’s face was one of inner conflict. He didn’t know if he should go a little further, but he finally got my subtle hint and began rubbing me more purposefully until he was giving my abs a slow and deep massage.

“You have…so much definition,” he marveled as he worked his strong fingers more and more expertly. “mmmmmmm that feels so good, kid. Guess you could tell that yesterday was ab day,” By this point his constant touch had me more than half hard. He definitely noticed my long and thick cock growing in my shorts, but he didn’t back away. He started massaging me even more purposefully, sensually even. Damn, this kid had some kink in him.

“And I’d bet money you did a chest day today,” he said slowly and smoothly as he began working his magical hands up to my muscular slabs of pec perfection. I moaned louder this time as he worked his hands up to my chest so he was grabbing a pec with each hand, squeezing firmly enough to loosen up those stiff muscles. He squeezed harder, massaging my sore chest and making me groan in a mix of ecstasy and agony. I was shocked though as he, without stopping his deep tissue chest massage, began to gently flick and rub my nipples with his thumbs. I inhaled deeply, feeling my cock twitch and continue to engorge as this boy worked Peter’s incredibly sensitive nipples. My breathing picked up, getting slightly faster before this kid made his big move. I gasped loudly as he leaned down and began sucking on one of my nipples before reaching the other hand down to rub my cock through my shorts, making it pulsate and swell to full hardness.

“Unnnngggg,” I groaned as I looked down at this cutie with thick, bushy eyebrows give in to his hunger for cock, specifically my cock. I gasped again as he gripped my cock through the shorts, feeling the thickness of my girth and the obvious length before smiling, apparently satisfied with Peter’s thick 8.5 inches. “If you wanted me, you should have just said so,” he whispered seductively into my ear.

I knocked the big tube of sunscreen onto the sand before grabbing him and pulling him on top of my powerful chest, enjoying the weight of his body against my greased up chest. I brought my mouth to his and he eagerly opened as I locked our lips and brought our tongues into a dance of lust. Fuck, he tasted so minty. My rock hard cock pulsated as I humped my crotch up against his, feeling his hard dick rub back against mine as I let us get lost in the lust. FInally breaking the kiss, I told him, “I have a room,” barely having the breath to make the sentence. He just smiled before we made a mad dash to pick up our shit and cover our raging hard ons as we ran back to the hotel. I woke up the next morning alone int he bed except for a little note that had a phone number and the name Zac. Man, last night was crazy. I mean, I’ve done some kinky shit with Peter’s body, but I think I blew four of Peter’s loads into that boy last night. Yeah, there was the load when I was fucking him doggy style. Then another when I was fucking him missionary. The third one was when he was riding me. mmmmm, the last one was my favorite. I pinned that kid against the wall with my strong arms and bounced him up and down off my powerful thrusts until I finally blew that last load so deep inside him. On that one things got so intense. Zac was hollering and almost hyperventilating my cock made him feel so good. He didn’t even touch his dick that time since he was scratching at the wall the whole time, but his cock still blew a load all over the two of us. That was about when I hit my limit. I remember roaring so loud I thought the walls were vibrating before finally, dripping in sweat and muscles and veins bulging all over my body, I blew all of the remaining cum in Peter’s balls so deep into that boy. When I calmed down, I carried the boy back to the bed and we both laid there making out and squirming from the afterglow of our orgasms before passing out from our multi-hour fuckfest.

I smirked as I thought to myself how this would be my life for the next four months. I got up and walked over to mirror, admiring my boxer-clad vessel, still just as high off of the beauty of this stolen body as I was two years ago when I first took Peter over.

“You’re one sexy man,” I said to the reflection before winking. God damn, seeing Peter’s body respond to my actions was still so satisfying. I felt a fluttery sensation deep in my gut before blushing from the sight of the sexy body in front of me. Mmmmmm yeah, Peter might be a strong and tough man, but I can always make him do whatever I want because he’s powerless with me inside.

“Don’t ever forget that you’re too weak to resist me. You couldn’t do a thing to stop my soul from slipping inside you and stealing you,” I taunted his reflection as I leaned his head down to his pit and huffed in his manly sweat and stench from yesterday’s workout and fuckfest.

“You smell like a real man,” I said with appreciation before I stripped off the boxers and brought them up to my face which instantly scrunched up into one of ecstasy, huffing in the crotch area, almost coughing from the power of the manly muskiness. It was so fucking masculine and sexy, and it always got me hard.“That turns you on doesn’t it, you kinky queer?” I asked his reflection before I brought my lips to the mirror and pretended to make out with Peter. My heart sank though as the cold glass reminded me that I was on the other side. Sure, I could take over some other stud for a night and use my powers to mind control Peter into having a wild night of passion, but it takes me a lot of time to build up the energy to switch, so I only like to switch sparingly. I need at least three months to build up the necessary energy, so I don’t use the gift for casual flings. No. It’s a commitment, so the stolen life has to be perfect. I stayed in Peter for the last two years because life has been so perfect, but it would be nice to finally feel and taste his body from the other side…Still, I’d need to find the perfect body and life in the next week or two in order to have enough time to get back inside Peter in time for Adele’s tour. I guess I’ll just have to wait until after the tour…My frustration built, and I decided to take it out on Peter. Even though I knew he was blacked out, I liked to pretend he was aware of everything when I got mad. Grabbing his semi-hard cock, I pumped it until I got it back up to full hardness, watching myself make angry, yet sexy and turned on faces in the mirror as I pumped myself mercilessly.

“Yeah! You like that you queer slut?! I’m gonna make you eat every drop of this cum! unnnnngggggggg it’s gonna taste so fucking good, you fag! Who’s the tough guy now, you freaky fag? Can’t believe a tough guy like you is gonna eat your own load like some queer cum whore!” God, this always made me feel so turned on and so much better. I was getting close to orgasm when the phone rang. I instantly clicked ignore, but it started ringing again. I growled as I clicked ignore a second time, but the damn phone rang a third time. Cursing, I let go of Peter’s cock and switched to his professional voice as I answered the phone.

Even though I was initially annoyed, I was so glad I picked up the phone. Smiling from ear to ear, I listened to a very special new client ask for my services over the next three and a half months. Apparently he needed extra security for his wife, so tomorrow I would be on an early morning flight to Beverly Hills. My vacation wasn’t over, it was just moving to another locale…and I’d finally have the chance to taste Peter’s lips and mouth from another perspective.Fuck, I was so excited I went back to pumping Peter’s cock. I ate his load, this time to celebrate! Now it’s time for me to get cleaned up, buy tickets, and pack!It was so lucky to get that call from Bastian Gillmeier, or Bastian Yotta as the media and instagram know him. couldn’t help but enjoy one more early morning walk in Peter’s body, happily flaunting his muscles as I left shirtless and enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on his skin. But then I checked his watched and realized how late I was.

“Shit! Better get back and shower. Gotta get to the airport. Damn, I won’t even have time to yank out one last load!” I quickly cleaned up and called for a cab, and before I knew it I had checked in and boarded my plane en route to Beverly Hills. Still, I was frustrated by this libido and the desire, no, the NEED to feel Peter’s cock be relieved one last time. It was one of those rare flights where it was barely at half capacity, and somehow I was the only one in the first class section. This airline was my favorite too because instead of thin curtains separating first class from economy, there were actual doors, affording me a much greater sense of privacy. Still, I didn’t feel comfortable pumping a load out with that cute flight attendant around. With me being the only client, he was checking on me practically every ten minutes, and I wanted to make this last. I thought about going in the lavatory, but there was something so nasty and classless about that. No. I guess I’d need to test the sensibilities of this handsome flight attendant. Maybe he could even help me out.

I looked behind me and predictably saw him waiting there with a puppy like grin, waiting to please me. “Would you like another drink, sir?”I flashed him an enticing grin as I thought pensively. “That does sound refreshing,” I remark as I subtly relax in my seat, getting more comfortable and spreading my legs just a little. “Another barcardi and coke?”“I don’t know. I’m craving something a little different. I’m just so on edge. I could really use something to help me unwind,” I say breathy as I rub my hands in between my thighs and groan lightly. This boy gulps loudly, nervously adjusting his tie. “W-w-well…We have mojitos.”“No…that’s not what I want…” I say with a husky tone as I look him directly in his eyes, licking my lips while I rub my host’s crotch, groaning slightly more loudly as I feel this meat starting to get hard and strain within the confines of its denim prison.

“Sir! This is inappropriate! I’m going to need to ask you to-”“Shut up and touch it. I know you want to. Your cock can’t lie to me. “SIR. If you don’t stop I’m going to have to-HUH?!” he gasped as I grabbed a hold of his arm and yanked him close to me.He was speechless from the shock as I pulled him onto my lap, keeping him firmly locked in my grip thanks to Peter’s strong muscles as I went to work grinding my tented crotch against his backside and reaching my hand around to begin rubbing his engorging cock. “MMMMmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhmmmmmnnngggggggg” he groaned through Peter’s big hand that was muffling his shouts.

He squealed as I grabbed a firm hold around his rod, stroking and pumping him through his soft uniform pants, breathing hot on his neck as I whispered into his ear. “You’re getting so horny, boy. I can feel you getting hard in my hand. mmmmmm a tasty boy like you is just the refreshment I needed.” I followed by licking up and down his neck, making him gasp as shivers coursed their way up and down his spine. “You liked that didn’t you?” I asked with a chuckle before experimenting and easing up my grip on his mouth.

He took several deep breaths before slowly turning his head to face me. It could have gone either way at this point as I saw the panic and indecision in his eyes. But then the look in his eyes focused in and I knew he has made his decision.

He lunged as he joined his mouth with mine, moaning loudly into my mouth as he wrestled his tongue past my lips and hungrily tasted me. I needed to remind him who the big man was in this steamy moment, so I forced Peter’s tongue into this boy’s mouth, reveling in the pleasurable moans echoing into my mouth as I ferociously tasted my mile high slut. Pulling back, he now had a look of hunger in his eyes. “I-I’ve never done this before at work…”“It’s just the two of us in here. No need to worry about anything.”He looked into my eyes briefly before biting his lip nervously.“Can I…taste it?” He asked with such anticipation in his eyes. I just smirked at him. “You think I’d say no to a hot mouth like yours? Get to work, boy.”I closed my eyes, smiling with satisfaction as this boy crawled down onto his knees, no longer able to suppress his desire as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I lifted my butt up to help him as he pulled down my pants and drawers, letting this big fat cock spring out, slapping him lightly in the face as he gawked at my host’s unveiled meat.

I shivered as he immediately went to work, grabbing me with one of his hands, pumping me softly as he wrapped his lips around the head, getting it nice and moist as he swirled his tongue around. My fingers were trembling, and the sensation crashing through my cockhead, down to my groin and down my thighs was so powerful that I had to bite my lip and focus on gripping the armrests just to keep from shouting out. This boy knew what he was doing, and he had just barely gotten started.

I felt the veins on Peter’s muscles expand, letting an intense surge of blood-flow crash through every part of his body. It was a euphoria like no other, and it only intensified as this mile high slut began bobbing his slick mouth up and down, up and down, picking up speed as he kept sucking that meat and swirling his tongue over all of Peter’s most sensitive spots. I cringed and scrunched my face it felt so fucking good, but I didn’t want to make too much noise. At this point though I think he was almost challenging me to give in and admit how good it felt. He finally had his wish as he all of a sudden jolted his head down, swallowing every inch of my meat as he scooped both hands up my shirt and found my sensitive nipples.

My eyes shot wide open as he began deepthroating me with ferocious speed, all while squeezing, twisting, and rubbing all over my massive pecs, and particularly, my tight and hard nipples. My back arched violently as a loud groan finally escaped my lips. I bit my lip though to shut myself up, scrunching my face up again and hyperventilating as this boy kept swallowing my entire length.

I couldn’t have hoped for a better last orgasm in Peter’s body, but I still wanted it to be at least partially on my own terms. Growling as I felt the testosterone levels in Peter’s body rising, I grabbed the boy’s head with both of my hand’s, getting no resistance from him as I began to pull him down onto my cock, harder and even faster than he was already going. Mmmmmmm it felt so satisfying as I used Peter’s strong arms to pull that mouth and tight throat down onto his juicy meat. Such a good throat fuck, but I couldn’t hold my hips back anymore, so it got even more intense. I know I might have been going rough on the boy, but he wasn’t complaining as I started bucking my hips up, thrusting into his mouth and thrusting powerfully down his throat. The boy kept squeezing my pecs and nipples, getting more intense as I added more and more power to my throat fuck. My toes were curling in my shoes as I looked down at this hungry mile high slut, and seeing the desperation in his eyes finally sent me over the edge. Groaning loudly, I slammed his mouth down onto one last powerful cock thrust after what had seemed like an eternity of building pressure in Peter’s massive balls. With that thrust, my pent up load was finally free, releasing stream after stream directly down the hungry throat that was so expertly milking my cock. I shivered as kept yanking his throat down onto each new ribbon of cum, milking out over a dozen shots before the stream finally slowed to mere droplets which we sucked straight out of me with that skilled mouth.

Attention Passengers, Please prepare for landing. We will be arriving in approximately five minutes.

“Damn, sorry boy. I guess I don’t have time to return the favor.”He just smiled adoringly at me though. “No, don’t be sorry. That was-That was amazing! I’ll be thinking about you and this later tonight. This will be on my mind for the next month at the very least!”He gave me one more passionate kiss before he straightened his tie and uniform, giving me a sexy wink as he made the landing preparations, leaving me in my golden orgasmic bliss. He was kind enough to point to my ankles though, reminding me my pants and boxers were still down, leaving my softening meat out for the world to see. I quickly pulled my pants back up as we began the descent.

I hopped in the cab at the airport, unable to contain my grin as I gave the driver the address of Bastian’s Beverly Hills mansion. The cab driver wasn’t particularly talkative, so I sat in eager silence as I mentally prepared for my transfer and mini vacation from Peter’s body.

The passing vistas and palm trees zoom by as I absentmindedly reach my hands underneath my shirt and begin rubbing and feeling Peter’s body. I know I’ll be feeling this body from the other side, but I’ll miss the feeling of ownership and possession. Something about feeling Peter Van der Veen’s abs and squeezing those massive pecs with his own strong hands was immensely satisfying. Taking over strong men and making them my hosts…my vessels…will always be my drug of choice.

“We’re here, Mister,” the taxi driver says, looking at me with an odd expression as I realize I’m still circling Peter’s hard nipples. I swoop my hands out from under Peter’s shirt, unable to help but go a little red in the face as I awkwardly thank and pay the guy. I pull out Peter’s wallet, so comfortable now seeing his ID and associating that image and identity as my own. That’s when you know you’ve found a keeper, when you look at your host’s ID and instinctively think, “Damn, I look hella fine.”

I tipped the guy well to mask the awkwardness and walked over to the front door, suitcases in tow. There was a note on the front door telling me to come on in and meet my new employers in the back. The note said to just keep on following the central corridor until I reached them. Opening the door, I was blown away by the extravagance of this massive and modern mansion.

“What a great place to vacation,” I said aloud to myself in shock as I plopped my bags on the marble floor, closed the door, and began the long walk down the central hallway. I passed by massive living and entertaining rooms, all decked out with expensive art, impeccable decoration, and state of the art technology. The kitchen and dining room was as large as most people’s whole apartments, and I think I walked passed a whole new set of entertainment and party/recreational rooms. It was simply unbelievable, but I got pulled back to reality as I heard light moaning emanating from the last room at the end of the hall.

The moaning was definitely deep, low, and masculine. Judging by the videos I had watched during my research, I knew it was Bastian who was cooing and making those sweet sounds of pleasure. I could hear him faintly egging on what I can only assume was his wife, Maria. That accent was still distinctly German, and thought some people thought it was a little harsh, I shivered from its foreign and exotic appeal. I had never taken over a foreigner before, so I wondered if I would have the joy of speaking with such a German flare. I kept walking cautiously towards the moans, concerned that I was going to interrupt a particularly private and intimate moment. Still, I advanced. That’s one of the great things about Peter’s body. I’m this massive tank of toned muscle, but he is so light on his feet. I barely make a sound as I walk right up to the cracked door and slowly push it open as I walk inside.

“Huh?” I asked aloud as I creaked the door open and saw Bastian, shirtless and laying down on a medical table as his wife performed a spa facial. She was dressed and made up to the nth degree with her pink mini dress, pumps, and full make up while she massaged her husband’s face, working the active ingredients deep into his skin that would help maintain his youth. He clearly found the experience very pleasurable as the sounds coming out of his mouth were almost orgasmic.

“That must be you, Peter,” he said in his sweet German accent and without even opening his eyes.

“We’re just finishing the last step,” Maria said with a smile as she spread the remaining moisture serum down his neck before clicking a button that brought the reclined medical table back up to a chair-like angle.

Bastian finally opened his eyes as he smiled at me, happy to see that he had been able to afford my services. My host was, after all, the most sought out bodyguard in Hollywood.

“Maria, can you give us some time? I need to show him the house and talk about the next three months. Here’s some cash–go buy something pretty,” he said as he casually handed her a thick strap of hundred dollar bills. She was almost giddy with joy as she collected the multi-thousand dollar wad of cash and left to go shop to her heart’s content at her favorite designer stores. “Now, that frees up some time for just us guys,” he said with a cheeky grin as he got up off the table and put his shirt back on.

This was going too perfectly. I tried to suppress my own giddy grin as he began to show me around the house, when like he said, it was just us guys.

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crownjimin · 4 years ago

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✰ 050 | music projects

la vie en rose ━ in which lee aera, a girl who has been crushing on choi soobin for a long, long time, is starting her junior year and her friends decide that its time for her to make her move.

we’ve reached 50 on the masterlist so i’m making a second in just so it won’t be too long! ( masterlist² )

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Haeun couldn’t focus. From the moment she set foot inside of the school building she was anxious and nervous about running into Hyunjin.

The entire night before she had been tossing and turning, staring up at the ceiling as she relived the conversation and how fast everything went so wrong.

She didn’t want to end their friendship, that was the last thing she wanted to happen, but the way that Hyunjin’s affection towards her was affecting their friendship just ticked her off. Instead of silently keeping his crush to himself, Hyunjin became vocal two years ago about his crush on Haeun. He yelled it from the rooftops and was shameless when it came to proving his crush on her.

Haeun met Hyunjin in kindergarten—they were the type of kids who met on the first day of school and stuck together ever since. During snack time, Hyunjin gave his animal crackers, during nap time, Haeun refused to sleep unless Hyunjin was next to her—it was a fast friendship, one that Haeun never grew tired of.

As the years passed, the two branched out. Hyunjin met Sanha and Beomgyu, and Haeun met Sooyung and Aera, but at the end of the day the two still returned to one another. Their friendship was safe and comfortable, and it had been up until Hyunjin confessed.

It was in freshman year at Haeun’s fifteenth birthday party. It was at her house, and it was a small get together with Sooyung, Aera, and Jiah, with a few of Haeun’s family members. Hyunjin of course was there, but he was the only one who decided to spend the night—something no one blinked an eye at since it’d been the normal thing to do since preschool.

But that night was different. Hyunjin had been weird, leaving a distance in Haeun’s bed as they laid together, something he never does since he’s normally up under her the entire night. Haeun noticed, she even tried pulling him back next to her but he adamantly denied.

“Hyun, quit being weird,” Haeun whined, tugging his arm hard as she tried to force him towards her. “Why’re you so far?”

A silence fell over the room, darkness being the only thing present. Hyunjin heaved a sigh before he turned to Haeun and whispered, “I like you.”

“W-what,” Haeun’s eyes had been closed up until this point. She was ready to fall asleep when Hyunjin whispered his confession, but this woke her right up. “Hyunjin, stop joking.”

“I’m not-this isn’t a joke, Haeun. I like you.”

The words jolted Haeun’s heart a bit, nervousness creeping into her as she detected the seriousness in his voice. She had never thought of Hyunjin as anything but a friend, and for him to spring this on her right now kind of took her for a loop.

“Let’s sleep.” She said, turning with her back facing Hyunjin and she tucked the covers under her chin. “We can talk in the morning.”

“Haeun,” Hyunjin tried coaxing.

“Sleep, Hyunjin.”

And that was that. Haeun actually thought it was a dream, a weird event that she had dreamed but when Hyunjin whispered the same confession to her before he left her house she knew it was reality. From that moment on, Haeun never actually spoke to Hyunjin about his feelings, personally she blocked it from her mind.

It made her feel better, but is was also ignorant of her. Which she knows now. After only a day—one awful day—Haeun realized how much Hyunjin mattered in her life. Even though most of their interactions were based on his crush on her, it was interaction nonetheless, and not talking to him for a day messed with her a lot.

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[ 6th period music ]

Music class. A class that everyone was somewhat anticipating. Haeun, because she was going to see Hyunjin for the first time of the day.

Soobin, because even though he was “taking a break” from Aera, he still couldn’t wait to see her.

Aera, to catch a glimpse of Soobin—she really missed him. But also to support Haeun as she saw Hyunjin in music class.

Sanha, so he could see Aera but also so he could see how Haeun was handling her and Hyunjin’s fight.

Beomgyu, so he could give Haeun a piece of his mind for the way she treated Hyunjin (same for Taehyun and Kai).

Sakura, so she can see Soobin and hopefully catch up with him since she probably won’t see him outside of school for the rest of the week.

And lastly Chanmi, because the girl was simply worried for Hyunjin after what Sakura told her this morning.

The bell rang after everyone filed into the classroom, well everyone except Hyunjin—something that both Haeun and Chanmi noticed.

Haeun took her seat in the back of the class, sitting amongst her friends as she regularly switched her attention between the teacher and the door. She wanted Hyunjin to walk through that door, mostly to quell her guilty conscience but also just so she could see how he was doing.

But he wasn’t here, and that made her both anxious but relieved at the same time.

Mrs. Bang began to take attendance, getting to Hyunjin’s name and a silence welcomed the class. Beomgyu took it upon himself to let her know that Hyunjin wasn’t at school, and even decided to pitch a pointed stare over his shoulder towards Haeun, basically telling the whole class that she was the reason why.

Haeun caught the action, and in response she simply placed both of her hands in between her legs and nervously fidgeted. But the stare didn’t sit right with Sooyung, and she’d be damned if she let Beomgyu embarrass her friend like that.

“Why’re you looking back here, Choi,” Sooyung hissed with a fierce bite to her words. “Your business isn’t back here.”

Beomgyu opened his mouth to retort but Mrs. Bang beat him to it. “Ms. Jung, please keep your comments to yourself.”

“Well tell Beomgyu to keep his eyes to himself,” Sooyung sassed right back. “Looking where he has no business.”

The boy in question turned to face Sooyung, quite tired of her attitude, but she wasn’t nearly done. “What, huh? You wanna say something else?”

“Beomgyu, turn around,” Mrs. Bang instructed. “Sooyung, quit it before I get the principal.”

Haeun could tell that Sooyung was ready to defy again, so she reached over quickly and covered her friend’s mouth, silently begging her to stop before she got in trouble. Haeun definitely appreciated her friend sticking up for her, but she wouldn’t let Sooyung get in trouble for her.

“Now as I was saying—“ Mrs. Bang finished the attendance, and the class gave each other loaded looks, as if asking each other if they thought the altercation was crazy too. As the hushed whispers flowed through the class, Aera flitted her eyes over to Soobin, catching the purple haired boy peering right back at her slyly.

She smiled lightly, quickly waving in his direction which earned her a head nod back and a smile that showed just enough of his dimples. A blush started to creep onto her cheeks, but luckily Soobin had already faced the front of the room again before he could see the affect he had on her.

“I saw that,” Jiah whispered to her. Aera played coy in response, her eyes growing innocent as she said, “Saw what?”

Jiah’s face grew stoic. “The flirting.”

Mrs. Bang cleared her throat, saving Aera from more embarrassment, and the teacher began to speak. “So we’ve been in this class for a month and so far we’ve studied a few songs, talked about melodies, but now it’s time for a project.”

A collective groan echoed from the students but Mrs. Bang didn’t care, clicking away on her computer. “This is a fairly easy project—“ she turned the projector on, and the screen came to life. “I will be putting you guys into pairs, and you guys have to cover a song that suits your voices. It’s not too hard, but I think it’s a good bonding experience for you guys and a good way for you to find out what type of songs suit your vocals abilities.”

“Now,” the screen switched to show the pairs that Mrs. Bang has chosen. “Find your name, find your partner. We’ll start today.”

Unit One Partners

Jung Sooyung — Kim Jiah

Dan Kyungmi — Kim Seungmin

Choi Soobin — Choi Taehyun

Lee Aera — Min Sakura

Yoon Sanha — Yang Jeong-in

Kim Haeun — Hwang Hyunjin

Choi Beomgyu — Rhee Chanmi

“What the hell,” Both Haeun and Aera gasped, their eyes scanning the screen as they found their names. Others gasped as well because of their pairings, Jiah and Sooyung because of happiness, Soobin and Taehyun as well, but Beomgyu was livid.

He didn’t want to be stuck with Chanmi, and he sure as hell didn’t want Hyunjin to be with Haeun—not after their whole ordeal.

“Mrs. Bang, is there anyway we could switch,” Chanmi asked, the girl didn’t necessarily dislike Beomgyu but he wasn’t her first option of a person to have as a partner.

“Only if both partners agree, and then I agree as well,” Mrs. Bang said. “But do realize that you can’t always work with your friends.”

Sakura looked to Chanmi, knowing that if she was to switch with anyone it would be with her since she knows of Sakura and Aera’s unspoken rivalry, but Sakura didn’t want to switch. She subtlety shook her head no to Chanmi, which confused the girl for a second but then she brushed it off.

Chanmi knew her friend, and she knew that Sakura did everything for a reason.

But Beomgyu didn’t dwell on Mrs. Bang’s words and immediately approached Haeun. Since Hyunjin wasn’t there, Beomgyu had to make sure that Hyunjin wouldn’t be stuck in a predicament that he didn’t want to be in, so he’d switch with Haeun, it was simple.

“Haeun, let’s switch,” Beomgyu said, a bit hostile but he didn’t really care about his tone.

“What if I don’t want to switch,” Haeun asked. “Maybe I want to be partners with Hyunjin.”

“After yesterday? I don’t think so.” he shook his head. “Definitely not.”

Haeun sarcastically laughed. “Well you’re wrong, too bad. I don’t wanna switch.”

“You’re gonna make it worse y’know. And that’s ironic since you told Hyunjin the same thing,” he quipped. “He’s not here because of you, if that’s what you’re wondering. You literally broke his heart, not just because he had a crush on you but you were his close friend as well. And you didn’t even care about his feelings.”

“I did care, I still do.” Haeun murmured. “That’s why I’m doing this. I need to fix it.”

Beomgyu squinted at her, wanting to scream in her face, but he decided against it and maintained a civil tone. “So you first decide to ruin his life, but then you also want to rub it in because you decide to change your mind the next day. You’re playing games, Haeun, and I won’t allow it.”

Chanmi walked up behind Beomgyu, since he was her partner and all, wanting to know if they were going to switch or stay content and sing together. But Beomgyu wasn’t aware, and neither was Haeun since she was so focused on what Beomgyu was dishing out to her.

“He couldn’t even come to school because you undermined him and said he doesn’t know what he feels,” Beomgyu ranted, his tone growing more angry as he continued. “He liked you for years and you didn’t care to acknowledge it, and the one time you do it’s to say fuck your feelings, get rid of them.”

“You don’t deserve him, Haeun. Not even as a friend.”

The entire confession went unnoticed by the class somehow, maybe because people were too excited about the project, but Chanmi noticed and her jaw was dropped. Haeun wiped the stray tears from her eyes as she stared up at Beomgyu, letting his words sink in, but then she stood up.

“Fine,” she croaked out. “We can switch.”

And with that, Haeun left the room.

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7wanderingpaws · 5 years ago

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Simply, yours (2)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: non-idol AU, hapkido teacher AU

Word count: 3.1K

a/n: Maybe this chapter might be a bit frustrating, it was for me, but it will all get better very soon!! :) Enjoy and leave a comment please!

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You came out of the office still shocked, your body moves a bit stiff. Sukyeong was giving you a wary look from behind of her glasses and watched you all the way till your butt touched the cushion of your office chair.

“You look like you have been sacked,” she commented, unable to keep it in.

Gulping, you realised your throat went dry. Reaching out for your tea cup, you picked it up to take a sip but noticed it was empty. Right. You have spilled its contents on your skirt that still had the wet stain.

What do you do now? Why aren't you feeling as good as you thought you would after receiving your first promotion?

Perhaps you needed some time. After all, the result would be shown on your bank account, not through your emotions or the behaviour of your boss.

“I-I got promoted,” you finally let out, staring at Sukyeong.

To say she was surprised was an understatement. Her eyes widened and she took her glasses off to get a better look. “Don't tell me it is because of Bina.”

“It is,” you mumbled. “Did you know she got fired?”

“Oh, yes, I heard but so suddenly? Nobody knows why.”

“Yeah,” you raised your eyebrows, nodding, before telling the truth “She got pregnant. That's why.”

Sukyeong's eyes darkened. “No way! No freaking way! You have got to be kidding me.” She went silent for a second, obviously the information still loading in her brain. “He fired her because she got pregnant? Is he stupid?”

“Apparently, the company doesn't want a useless workforce.” You went on explaining the whole meeting, ending it with his proposal (decision) to promote you to her position.

Sukyeong was a very kind and genuine person at heart that rarely showed negative emotions. It was quite shocking to see her explode (in a neat manner) about the whole situation.

Eventually, she looked at you, then at the phone resting on the top of your table. “It is good news for you, though. This way you can lead a more comfortable life with Baekhyun. You should let him know right now. He will be so happy and proud of you.”

You bit your lip. Sukyeong wasn't informed about the little condition called pregnancy that your boss made you indirectly promise. You felt it was too personal and uncomfortable to tell her. Or maybe you were scared she would tell you how stupid and out of your mind you were.

“I will tell him,” you heard yourself mumble, zoning out into your little bubble.

You didn't tell him when you came home. It wasn't like you didn't have enough chances throughout the day. You and Baekhyun were constantly in touch through your phones, writing silly messages or small updates on what the other was doing.

You could have told him then.

Yet, as you were preparing your evening tea and heard him listing through his textbooks, there was not a chance to even start the conversation. He needed to be focused.

And anyway! How inconvenient would have the whole situation been? There was no way you could afford to… start a family. He knew it. You knew it. It would be a massive burden for both of you; physically for you, for him financially. He needed to finish his PhD. No time for children. He needed to focus on his career in hapkido. No time for children. He-

You hissed in pain as you, guess what, spilled your tea straight on your left hand. You weren't even holding the cup; you hit it with the back of your hand by accident, causing Baekhyun to look up from his textbook, his forehead slightly scrunched.

“You alright, love?” he stood up from the small table, walking to you.

“Mhm.” You took two quick steps reaching for the tap, letting cold water relief the throbbing skin.

Baekhyun was next to you within a second. He grabbed your hand, quickly looking at it. “Shit, Y/N, that's really bad,” he murmured seriously while observing the skin.

“It's nothing, c'mon,” you answered, playing it cool by giving him an eye roll with a smile.

“That could easily be a bad burn,” he placed your hand back under the water and looked at you. “Be careful next time.”

Forcing a bigger smile, you nodded but-

“Is something wrong?” He caressed your back gently. “You are not one to be clumsy usually.”

“All is good,” you nodded cheerfully, maybe a tad too fast.

He was analysing you. He knew you like the back of his hand. “Did the idiot try something at work again?” he asked, his voice lower now.

“What? Oh, no, not at all, please!”

“Why are you laughing like I just guessed correctly?”

“Because you haven't guessed correctly, hihi.”

“So there is something to be guessed,” his eyes shone in challenge.

“No, Baekhyun, there isn't. However, you will need to guess correctly at your exams, so go back to studying. I'll prepare some fruit for you.”

“Not with that hand,” he argued, closed the tap and grabbed a towel to dry your hand. “You will sit next to me and give me strength while I'm studying.”

You snorted. “I am pretty sure that will be a productive study session.”

He raised his eyebrows at you with a wide smile.

You did end up studying. Baekhyun was preparing a report to be handed in next week about his current workplace where he was teaching hapkido. The wonderful way his experiences, memories and plans were coming out of his mouth while you were trying to type it all out on his laptop was something that made your heart warm. Baekhyun was satisfied where he was in life. You don't need anything more.

“Now the elementary school one,” he said, deep in thought as he was going through his notes. “The kids are sometimes a pain in the ass. Therefore, a hapkido professor-to-be shall have high levels of patience while kindness and eternal love shows through his guidance in order to reach the utmost peace while practicing hapkido.”

You were typing quickly until you realised what he was dictating in the academic language. It made you look up at his shiny eyes. “Ya, what is this. Your sarcasm will not go unnoticed with-”

He bursted out into fit of loud laughters, giggling on your expression. “I was wondering if you are even listening to what I am saying.”

“Of course I was,” you smacked his arm. “Kids. Talking about kids.”

He came closer to your face on all fours like a puppy he was. “I want to have some as well.”

You gave out a snort though your heart jumped in anticipation before your entire positive mood deflated with the situation you suddenly appeared in at work. “Some? It's not like asking for apples, you know, my love?” you responded gently, quickly glancing at his stretched out lips. You glanced back at his eyes just to catch him also stare at your mouth.

“You haven't thought about it at all?”

Oh no...

“How did you get to this topic? We were talking about kids in your hapkido class,” you tried to avoid the inevitable.

He shrugged, biting his lover lip as he examined your eyes now. You could feel his breath on your lips. “Exactly. You know how much I adore to teach that class. University students are fun and I can seriously practice hapkido with them, lead them to something much better, but with kids… Maybe I'm just crazy,” he laughed quietly, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours, gently shaking his head, “but I can't stop imagining us having a baby.”

Unconsciously, your breathing grew frantic, the idea being way too pleasant.

“And yeah, it isn't easy but… I love you so very much,” he breathed, raising his head, his eyes still closed as he crashed his lips onto yours in a slow, lazy kiss as if he was too drunk on love to even think straight. Your heart responded right away, opening your mouth for him so that he could devour all of you right then and there.

Countryside people had one thing in common - their own kids came usually early on in their lives. It wasn't out of place for Baekhyun to want to start a family at such a young age. It might have been strange for city people who were too busy building up their own life, though.

“Baekhyun,” you murmured, and he pecked you twice to show that he was listening as he opened his eyes to look at you. You didn't know yourself why you said his name when obviously you had nothing to reply. Now it was confirmed that if you told him what happened today would break his heart. Just like it broke yours. But you were not well-off now. Not entirely poor but… not far from it either. There had to be sacrifices made in order to get a better life for yourselves first. Touching his cheek lovingly, you whispered: “Your report.”

You couldn't sleep the whole night. Not only because you were nervous about your upcoming day in work, given the new workplace would require much more responsibility (and we weren't even talking about the person you had to skip around now), but also the slight pain in your thighs signalling the upcoming period was making you uncomfortable. It was still early to get out of bed but you were worried you would forget to pack some pads in case it would surprisingly arrive at work. Oh! And you kept replaying Baekhyun's words from yesterday. How you saw the softness and desire in his stare. The honesty.

Guilt was eating you away.

Later during breakfast, Baekhyun was unusually silent and even though you tried to make some conversation with him, he wasn't in the mood. Must be the report, you thought as you quickly washed the dishes while he was quietly drying them off with the kitchen towel.

“You should go get ready, it's already 15,” he said, not looking your way.

You placed the last dish in the dish holder. “It's okay, I can leave at 45.”

Shit, how would you explain him the whole situation? He already did not like your boss (as if you did) yet here you were, hiding the truth that he will pick you up and bring you home.

“How come?” he asked, taking the dish, carefully sliding his hand with the towel under it over the surface, the action making a muffled sound. “You always panic about being late.”

“Well today I decided I can be late,” you said, smiling at him.

The corners of his lips lifted, but the emotion didn't quite reach his eyes.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, as you dried your hands in your pyjama pants. You had to wash them later anyway.

He nodded, winking at you which gave you enough reassuring for now.

“I will prepare your lunch box, go get ready, love.” You squeezed his arm.

He finished his task before wordlessly leaving.

Standing silently in the kitchen for a few more minutes after he left made you feel how strong of a slap you just received from him. You hated when he shut you out, when he was deep in his brain mulling over things you had no idea about.

You had no idea he was thinking so much about starting a family with you. You had no idea the kids in school were reminding him of how much he desired to create something so precious together with you.

Shuffling from the tiny bedroom snapped you back to reality, and you quickly put together Baekhyun's lunch so that he could leave.

“Anything you want to tell me?” he suddenly approached from behind, his voice serious.

You turned to face him. “What do you mean?”

“You… you are acting strangely,” he explained, not moving from his spot.

“Baekhyun,” you said, taking the kimbap from the fridge and placing it into the blue lunch box that you wrote “for my only love” on in a cute handwriting. “All is fine. What is making you so upset?”

Your brain kept beeping the entire time, screaming “warning” but you went on. Like an idiot you were. You knew he was a sensitive person, so he was taking the slightest off-behaviour in the wrong way. He could be very vulnerable despite his tough physique and self-confident talk.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “You know what? Let's talk once you're home tonight.” Taking the lunch box from your hands, he left.

The ending was a silent closing of the entrance door and the beep of the lock.

It was uncomfortable in the car to say the least. Sitting in the same car, on the same backseat with your boss... Well, concentrating on the work you had to start doing was hard.

He kept asking how your day went yesterday, if you felt good about the promotion, and what would you do to make the work and your goals more effective. Interestingly, being under pressure made you form sentences that had the exact meaning to those in his brain. Whatever he wanted to hear and you knew would please him, you would say it.

Back at work it wasn't much different, but it sure was a much longer day with sudden new tasks and meetings to attend to. What made it very frustrating was that your boyfriend didn't write a message even once. He would always write asking whether you arrived to work safely since you had to take transportation, but not today. Your phone was lying there, no beep, no ring.

“Did it ring?” you asked Sukyeong breathlessly as you rushed to your table after another meeting. You were about to go to another one.

“Nope, sorry,” replied Sukyeong regretfully, sending you a pout before she focused on her computer screen again. “What happened anyway?”

You groaned in reply, the office phone ringing. You knew who was on the other line so you picked up while unlocking your own phone. “Yes, sir, I am bringing the documents for signing now.”

“Alright.” The boss hung up.

“Pff, alright,” you mocked, while frustratingly huffing when the kakaotalk had no unread messages. Especially from Baekhyun.

Unfortunately, you had no time and had to leave a fast message:

“Honey is all good on your side?”

By the time you finished that day at work, there was still no reply. He didn't even read the damn message.

You came back home much later than usual, very tired and mentally drained. You were hoping Baekhyun wouldn't be asleep.

Silently making your way past the kitchen that was right at the entrance door, you saw dimmed light coming out of your shared bedroom. Right after a book page being turned. Ah, he was studying. Once you appeared in front of the bedroom, he raised his head, tired eyes focusing on you.

“Hey,” you said quietly, unsure what to expect from him.

He bit the inside of his cheek. “Hi.”

Putting down your bags, you took off your blazer before walking to him to give him a peck. But he seemed pissed. “Where were you till now?”

His tone made you stop in your tracks. “I had to work late. I sent you a message which you didn't bother open either obviously,” you snapped, not liking his attitude.

“You suddenly work this late? It's eleven in the night, Y/N,” he snapped back.

Emotions were flowing too fast in your veins, making you momentarily dizzy. “I am also trying to make a living here, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” he questioned, as if you were lying. “Making a living, is it?”

His behaviour didn't add up in your brain. “What the hell is your problem, Baekhyun? Just come at me, spill it all out. I'm not in the mood to be guessing what pisses you off so much since yesterday,” you said coldly, still standing few feet away from him.

He suddenly stood up, taking two steps towards you. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out as he focused his gaze on your eyes.

“What is it?” you demanded when he still didn't say anything.

“Did you have dinner?”

“What?” you exclaimed, disbelief written all over your face. You grabbed his face with your hands and made him focus his gaze on you. “What is the matter Baekhyun? What did I do so wrong? Don't do this to me, please.”

“I just,” he started, closing his eyes and going silent. Four heartbeats passed when he whispered. “I don't want to talk about this right now.”

Your hands fell to your sides and you felt a burn behind your eyes. Staring at him a little longer, you finally turned around, stripping to take a shower. You threw your clothes on the floor, noticing the period pads you forgot this morning despite how much you were reminding yourself to take them. Because of the morning argument and busy hours at work, you forgot your period was not coming. Still. Maybe tomorrow, you thought.

Half-way to the bathroom in your bra you turned. “For your record, I did not have dinner. Was too busy,” you muttered the last sentence and you slammed the bathroom door shut.

Fuming from these short-lived conversations full of suppressed anger made you very, very upset. But thankfully, a hot shower was something that could ease your mind. Although you couldn't stay under the hot waterfall for too long, you made sure to put on ton of scented shower cream and made sure you enjoyed every molecule of the shower.

Once finished, you turned to grab a towel just to find a pair of hands holding an open towel for you to be tucked in. You locked eyes with Baekhyun, not sure what to say or do.

“C'mon, you will catch a cold,” he ushered, shaking the towel slightly.

You stepped closer, not meeting his eyes, somehow feeling shy being all naked in front of him. He has seen you like that countless of times, but it still had a strong intimacy impact for you.

He wrapped the towel around you, massaging your shoulders. “I'm sorry,” he whispered in your ear from behind.

Tears that threatened to spill before now rolled down your flushed cheeks. You turned around, hugging him. “I can't take us fighting.”

“Me neither,” he said, squeezing your aching body.

You let out a quiet sob. “Don't shut me out.”

It took him a few heartbeats to reply. “I won't. But you better not do it either.”

This made you weep just a bit harder because you already have.

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giranswife · 4 years ago

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Lucky One

Summary: Shiroe can’t help but prove his love for his wife in the cutest, dorkiest of ways that leaves his wife breathless and slightly embarrassed. But overall, it’s the sweetest gesture that she’s ever received. Even if it was a little bit much.

W: self-insert x canon, fluff

(( Wrote this little fic based off of a convo with @self-shipping-angel and it was too cute not to write about. Just a little bit of inside jokes and a little meta stuff that I thought was appropriate and cute lol ))

There was something peaceful about an empty guildhall during the cool autumn days that Violet seemed to enjoy the most out of all of the days of the year. The way that it was calm and almost serene, with soft light peaking through the windows and the cool wind blowing through a few that were partially open. It was a beautiful day to spend outside in the sun, or inside with a good book which was what she had intended to do. The rest of the guild, however, was out enjoying the beautiful afternoon together.

She thought about accompanying them whenever Sayeko suggested going with her and Naotsugu to get some food, but Violet preferred the idea of getting some reading done by herself. The thought of having some food was tempting, though, fleeting through the kitchen first to grab a quick snack before trotting into the main hall to get comfortable. Which was pretty easy to do since there were lots of spots available, and she was able to stretch out to the fullest with a thin blanket over her legs.

Once she was comfortable with her book resting on her legs, she relaxed in the cushions of the couch and let out a deep sigh. It felt amazing to have this moment to herself, cracking open a book that Shiroe had recommended for her a few months back that she was finally getting around to. There was even a cute little note inside that she kept, smiling at as she turned the page, letting her know that he was thinking of her with this one.

She really loved the little tradition that they had started for each other of passing books back and forth, talking about them once they had finished. Sharing their mutual love of literature and finding that they had a lot more in common than they initially thought with their tastes. It was also just a fun pastime that they could enjoy, that was a hobby they both enjoyed, and that Shiroe almost rarely gets to enjoy that isn’t work related most days.

With a small giggle, she turned the next few pages and began reading silently to herself. The cool air made it easy for her to ease into the position, finding the right amount of light to have a perfect inbetween for her to read. It was absolute paradise, and she was happy in her element. It had been a long time since she’s been able to really sit down for a long time and enjoy a book like this. That isn’t to say that she’s never been able to read anything at all since she’s been here, but a lot of the time she’s not able to focus much. Whether that be because of being busy, having a lot of members around to distract her, or just finding it hard for her brain to relax enough for it.

Today, though, she was determined to change that and it was seeming to work out a lot better than she had planned.

Time seemed to pass by rather slowly, wrapped up in the book so much that she started to forget exactly how long she had been there for. She turned page after page, staying in that same position unmoving for what seemed like hours. The entire time was spent uninterrupted as she cuddled further underneath the blanket, reaching out only to turn pages and only barely moved otherwise.

She didn’t even notice the few bodies that walked by, a few of the kids coming in and back out having to return for only a moment. A few of them had shouted to her, knowing that she was probably too distracted to hear. It had finally been the focus that she had been wanting, though maybe a little bit more than she had intended. Either way, she was enjoying the book and its contents, absorbed into it with a good chunk of it already read.

A few more minutes past, and another person made it into the room without her being aware. Instead of passing by like the others had, they lingered a bit and watched her for what seemed like only a few minutes. She still wasn’t distrubed, turning a page and yawning a bit into her hand. There was a soft pat from her tail that thumped back down onto the couch as a reaction, cutely curling against her only slightly exposed from underneath the blanket.

The one watching her chuckled a bit, noticing that she probably hadn’t seen him and was too distracted to notice. Shiroe smiled as he watched her curled in a comfortable place, cutely twirling at the ends of her hair while she read silently. There was always something so beautiful about the way that Violet’s eyes shined with interest as she read that he always enjoyed. He could watch her for hours just like this if she’d let him.

As she read, he took the two cups of tea that he had in his hands for each of them and set them down on the table in front. There was still steam rising from both cups, one only partially drank from in his personal cup. With a soft tap to her legs, he gently whispered down to her as his lips curled into a deeper smile. She looked taken aback at first, but was very happy to see him out and about. There was a broad smile that he found the most beautiful on her pink colored lips.

He leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, before sitting down beside her now that she had moved her legs to allow him room. It wasn’t the least bit disappointing for her, knowing that this meant she would get to spend time with him. Something that was a bit more harder to come by now that he’s been busy most afternoon’s. Any time with him that she can get is one that she will take advantage of, knowing that it’s the best moments of her life.

“Hey baby,” She said with her book still open on her lap, “What brings you out here already?”

There was a hint of a giggle under her breath that he caught only the tail end of, keeping a gentle eye on her.

“I had a little bit of time to spare… wanted to see how your reading was going. You look really comfortable over here, and I figured I’d bring you some tea.”

“Awh… you’re too sweet, love! Thank you!”

She leaned forward, taking a break from her reading to take a sip of the warm tea he had provided for her. It was very delicious, much like every time that he makes tea for them. There was always a sense of warmth and safety that she felt when enjoying a cup of tea with him. With each sip she felt the warmth spread throughout her throat and chest, still holding the book close to her but continuing her conversation with him first.

Shiroe had a gentle hand against her lower back, rubbing gently with such care and gentleness in his eyes. “You’re welcome, Sweetheart,” He said and motioned to the book in her hand, “You seem to be enjoying the book that I gave you, huh?” There was a sweetness to his words that worked well with the smile that never seemed to leave him. He was both happy to see her enjoying the book, but then equally happy to see his beautiful wife.

“I am! It’s really really interesting, and you were right. I really am liking it way more than I thought that I would.”

“That’s good, I’m glad to hear that. Sometimes it pays to get a little out of your comfort zone from time to time,” He responded, watching her lips curl into a smirk.

“I’m sure you’d know a lot about that, huh, love.”

She giggled, seeing his eyebrow furrow as she leaned up and placed a gentle kiss against his lips.

There was a soft hint of redness to his cheeks, cutely burning brighter the closer that she got. It was always a sight to see even now after they were already married, always enjoying how easily embarrassed he was. It was one of the things that she loved the most about him, and she definitely liked to use it to her advantage sometimes.

He stammered a little bit as a reaction, unable to speak in a cute familiar way that she liked. With one last nuzzle with her nose against his cheek, she leaned back in her spot and placed her legs across his lap. There was a familiar silence between them, enjoying their tea together and basking in the comfortability of the moment together. Just existing as two people in their own respective spaces, yet together all the same.

“So,” She spoke up softly, “How’s your work going, baby?”

“It’s going okay… I think that Marielle took advantage of my help to take the load off of her for a bit this week.”

She giggled, watching him sigh and lean against the couch with his eyes tiredly still following hers.

“That’s not really all that surprising,” She mumbled as he nodded, “I’m sorry my sister is… well she’s lazy. Just like me.”

There was a louder giggle that escaped that caused the man to smile wider, unable to stop staring at her. His eyes had been locked since the moment that he entered the room, knowing that there was nothing else that he would rather look at. Violet was easily the most beautiful and adorable person in the room, and in any room for that matter. Didn’t matter where they were, because in his eyes she could outshine anything. Ever since the moment that they met, he knew that she was special.

“She’s way lazier than you are, actually.”

“Bullshit! I literally sat there and slept all day yesterday when it was my day for chores.”

“Not all day… like… pretty sure you slept until I came to get you a little bit late into the afternoon, but you got everything done. Marielle will do anything she can to avoid it.”

“I mean… you’re right. She’s more hide so she doesn’t have to do it, while I just forget and sleep and have to have someone come get me to keep me on track.”

Shiroe laughed, keeping his hand resting on her leg as it bounced a little when she spoke.

Violet leaned over to set the book down on the table, unable to focus now that he was sitting beside her. But she wasn’t upset by this at all, in fact, she was really happy that it was him who had interrupted her. Shiroe was the one person she was looking forward to seeing today, and she was definitely going to soak in that excitement for as long as she could.

The small little tilt of her head as she laughed back, watching him slowly with her eyes absorbing his features now. Taking in his handsome face, finding all the more reason to fall deeper in love with him with just one continuous glance. It was impossible not to be floored by how absolutely lucky she was that he was hers. Such a wonderful, handsome, and adorable man that she was lucky to be so madly in love with.

“How in the hell do you deal with me and my crazy family?” She asked with a small giggle.

Shiroe, with his hands reaching up to brush her hair away from her face, could barely hear anything after the giggle cut through his ears. All he could think about in that moment was how much he loved every single thing about her. The softness of her skin that was almost glowing in the light, and the sparkle in her blue eyes that seemed to shine brighter every time that she smiled. Beautiful and strong, just like he knew that she was.

“I love you and your crazy family… I can tell how much you two care about each other. And you’re so freaking alike that it’s crazy.”

She giggled, feeling him brush his knuckles against the side of her face as his hand fell.

“But I’m just lucky to know you more than anything.”

Violet blushed brightly, reaching for his hand and taking it in her own. It felt warm and slightly rough, but still somewhat soft as she squeezed gently.

“I’m luckier, though,” She responded with her smile brighter than it’s been prior.

Shiroe shook his head, whispering a quick reply and watching her continue to deny it as he did so.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. There is no way in hell that I am not the luckiest of the two. I mean, fucking look at you-” She grabbed a hold of the side of his face, grinning widely as her nose nuzzled against his, “My handsome baby.”

The man’s cheeks were a brighter red now, but he was determined to fight her on it. Even through the embarrassment of her actions, there was still a little bit of pull as he continued. Grasping her hands, he tried to pull her just a little bit in a gentle way.

“That’s sweet, baby, but I can say with confidence that I’m the luckiest man in the world just to have you as my wife. And I’m willing to prove it to you.”

“Oh? You’re gonna prove it to me, huh?”

She giggled, looking at him curiously.

Shiroe nodded, giving her a small squeeze of her hand before he pushed himself up off the couch. With a lift of her brows, she curiously watched him rush off rather quickly into the other room, leaving her behind to wonder where the hell he was going. It was the better part of a few minutes that she sat there in waiting, her eyes staying near where he had left and taking slow sips of her tea.

After that silence, she finally saw him reappear pulling back what seemed to be a rather large whiteboard that she didn’t think she'd seen before. Then again, this man always seems to have new things lying around the guildhall for whatever it is he’s planning next. Her brows furrowed in confusion, watching him set everything up, including a couple of things behind her that she followed the entire time. It was quite the show, leaving her giggling just a bit and trying to get his attention, though it failed.

Tilting her head a bit, she watched him finish and adjust the sleeves of his shirt, finally catching her attention once again. There was a cute smile on his face, and she was honestly entertained by the image alone. It was hard for her not to laugh at the display that he was really confident about it seemed, and she was also confused as hell where he got all this shit from.

“Uh… baby… what are you doing?” She asked.

“I said I was going to prove it to you. And as it happens, I have this little slideshow to show you all the reasons why I am as lucky as I am.”

Violet’s eyes widened, and she watched him turn on the projector that was behind her and above. It was a little confusing considering she had now idea they even had one here, but then again she really shouldn’t have been. Everyone seems to have random things pop up from time to time, and right now this wasn’t the weirdest thing that she’s seen. Though, it definitely was the weirdest thing she’s seen from her husband.

The cutest part of all of this having to have been the fact that this man, the same shy man that she had met a long time prior to this, is the one with this display. The way that he’s come so far was the sweetest part of it all.

“O...Okay, sure. Lay it on me, I guess,” She said with a giggle rippling through her chest.

“Don’t worry. You can try and contest anything that I say after we’re done. But I promise, it’s gonna be too foolproof.”

With a small and playful wink in her direction, he turned back towards the slideshow he had prepared to start it off. Violet was still giggling softly, leaning forward in her seat knowing that she didn’t want to miss this. It was entertaining, and she was losing her mind at the thought of how long he had this under wraps. This man seemed to be way more excited than she expected, though it was the cutest thing that she had ever seen.

She watched him burn through the slides, impressed by how thorough that he was. Lots of bullet points and even photos that she partially wondered how he even had access to those in the first place. A lot of this slowly started to unravel on that end, but she tried not to think too much about it and just enjoy the moment that she was witnessing. This was probably the most animated she’d ever seen the man (the most animated that Shiroe could be) and it was a joy to witness.

The examples that he had were making her redder and redder, of course. Just the mention of how beautiful that he thought she was, going into great detail about every part of her that he found the most gorgeous. Each example leaving her more and more flustered, unable to stop giggling through it all. The way that he just couldn’t stop talking about her, which shouldn’t be surprising considering how close they were, but she just couldn’t wrap her head around it. The way that he just had so much to say about her?

It didn’t seem to make a lot of sense, but he was good at convincing with that cuteness.

The clock ticked by over an hour after he was finally nearing the end, concluding the presentation that he had about her with even more detail. A lot of it being mentions of how happy and excited he was to be married to her, giving a list of reasons why they were perfect together. Everything that had her tearing up a little bit, seeing an image of their wedding day that was absolutely breathtaking. The happiness that radiated from it was one that she remembered almost like it was yesterday.

“And that about sums it all up,” He mumbled, “Got any questions, concerns for me?”

Violet giggled, glancing up at him and seeing the smile along with the raised brows.

She could tell that not only did he actually mean that, but he went through so much trouble to put this all together. Partially to probably get a laugh out of her, but also to show that he was willing to do this to prove to her how much he loved her. How happy and lucky that he felt to be with her, knowing that it was going to be a gesture to make her fall harder than ever. If that was even possible to do.

Without a second thought, she pushed off the couch and tossed the blanket off to the side, setting her now empty tea cup on the table. Shiroe half expected to get a playful punch for his display, chuckling a little bit as she approached with that smile on her face. Though, what he didn’t expect was for her to lean up, taking his face into her hands and pressing the soft palms against either side of his cheeks.

“You are… the sweetest and cutest thing that I have ever seen in my life,” She said, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

The man’s eyes widened just a bit with surprise, but slowly melted into her touch all the same. With his arms wrapping around her middle, he closed his eyes and kissed her back with the same softness returned. Immediately being hit with the warmth of her embrace, along with the lovely lavender scent that hit his senses. Overwhelming him and reminding him of just one of the many points that he had made for the day.

Violet continued to hold him tight, pressing kiss after kiss against his soft lips and benign unable to pull away. All that she wanted to do was to hold him there, never wanting to let him go for anything.

That display was truly the sweetest thing that she had ever seen, and he deserved all of the attention in the world right now. Even though she might not have any retort to that, it definitely wouldn’t be the last time that she would fight him against this small, simple fact. Because believe it or not, this gesture alone proves to her that she is indeed the lucky one.

#self ship #self insert #my writing #ship: shirey #self insert x canon #fluff #fic

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runswith · 5 years ago

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Travel notes: Italy (Rome). Entry 7 - March 4, 2003

Today: the first occasion of blue, cloudless skies since last Thursday. Impossible to tell from my hotel room 'cause the ancient wooden shutters outside the window are locked closed. The alleyway outside (actually a step or two above an alleyway -- more like a narrow, cobblestone passageway, clean and lovely) is deep in shadow during the morning hours, providing no weather clues apart from rain/no rain. It's only when I step out the building's front door that I get the picture, and this morning's picture is a fine one, w/ fresh, cool air. I got out early enough that no tourists were about, only locals on their way to work, beginning the day's activities.

My current squat is located near the Trevi Fountain, a major tourist collection point that is to a fountain what Niagara Falls is to a place where water drops from somewhere high to somewhere lower. A mammoth grotto kind of thing, really, an enormous pool into which water falls by way of a sprawling, grandiose expanse of statuary and fake rocks, located at an intersection of narrow pedestrian ways deep within a tangle of winding backstreets. The sound of the water falling echoes off the surrounding buildings in a way that multiplies it to pleasing effect. I can see why it attracts so many out-of-towners: it's fun and, considering where it is, an example of charming, entrancing incongruity. (Did I actually write that? "Charming, entrancing incongruity"? Someone stop me, before I kill again.) Plus, the pool is actually laid out in front of a huge white building, and the statuary and fake porcelain rocks all kind of morph out of the building's front facade, which looks much more intriguing than I suspect it sounds.

Something I love about Rome: fountains. They're everywhere. And not just the big honkin' buggers with loads of water cascading down over heroic statues -- little ones also, tucked unobtrusively away on back streets or on busy corners. Teensy things, more like fonts, really -- small spigots from which a quiet, modest stream of water falls into basins of no more than a bucket's capacity and often far less, often overflowing to the sidewalk. Possibly channeling a natural spring into a lovely urban detail.

But I blather.

I skipped breakfast at the hotel this a.m. Yesterday morning's turned out to be a debacle -- the dining room is a cramped, microscopic space into which nine or so tables have been crammed, making it uncomfortable and nearly impossible to move around. Not a place that produced much happiness for diners or staff. I went out walking instead, stopping in at a neighborhood joint for a cup of morning espresso that went down in friendly fashion.

My body's had it with this trip, I think, w/ its many miles of roaming about every blessed day. Eating experiences that can vary drastically from meal to meal, from the sublime to the ridiculous (last night's dinner had both). This morning as I dragged myself out of bed it let me know clearly that it's ready to go home.

So. Yesterday's field trip: the Roman Forum and the Colosseum.

The Metro, nearly packed to capacity, reminded me all over again how much I love studying people and, in particular, people's faces. They're beautiful things, faces -- living, organic canvases on which the inner life gets aired out in delicate, complicated ways. Bodies are great, too, don't get me wrong (yowza!), but faces are a whole other thing. And the Metro or a crowded bus is a prime location for taking them in. Something which has to be done carefully, of course, since it can easily get intrusive. (What's that old George Carlin line about elevator rides? Something like, "Nothing to do but not look at the other guy.")

There were a few 20-something couples on the train yesterday a.m., all in a romantic mood. Standing close, arms around each other, kissing softly, talking quietly, occasionally closing their eyes and kissing deeply. Something I've gotten used to seeing in Madrid -- open, easy demonstrations of love, affection. (Make love, not war, etc.) Other people talked quietly or endured their morning ride, eyes closed, still waking up.

Got out at la estacion Colosseo, as I passed through the exit turnstiles a guy dressed in a Roman Centurion costume, complete with fake sword, crossed in front of me toward a newsstand, running into someone he knew, a person in business dress. They stopped, shook hands, exchanged loud, smiling greetings, conversed for a while. (Later, I saw more of his kind, standing in groups of two and three, calling out to tourists "Take your peecture weeth us!")

And outside, under a low, gray sky, the Colosseum loomed. Off to the right lay the Forum, I headed in that direction, up a long slope via an old, old, old cobblestone path. The Forum and the Palatine Hill turn out to cover many acres of land, a major spread of ancient real estate planted in the middle of the contemporary city. The hill provides quieter, more contemplative wandering, at times through gardens, complete with orange and lemon trees and groups of school kids from all over running around like puppies. Other sections are more wide open, strewn with ruins -- walls and foundations of buildings, bits of columns and statuary. All up on a bluff from which one can see modern Rome spread out on other hills, the sound of traffic coming and going on the wind.

And yesterday came with plenty of wind. In fact, it felt like a sudden return of winter. Cold, gray, somber, at times hostile. People walked around with collars up and coats zipped. The expanses of grass and clover between the ruins up on the hill were sprinkled with tiny flowers, blossoms of white, yellow, pink shivering in the chilly breeze.

At one point, I heard the sound of voices raised, turned to see a 30ish French couple having an argument. He threw an umbrella to the ground, she kicked it. He turned away, pulled out a guidebook, retreated into it. She picked up the umbrella. He wandered off out of view, she followed.

Shortly thereafter, a more placid group of French women passed -- two 30-somethings, two in their young 20s -- one of them reading aloud from a guidebook, her voice sounding like music in the cold air.

The other part of the Forum is down in a natural basin that covers quite a bit of land, an area crowded with the remains of large-scale structures -- temples, baths, a shell or two of what were enormous buildings, feats of engineering all. Alive, yesterday, with large groups of high-school age kids from Germany, France, Spain, Italy, guided by patient, good-humored older folks.

And the Colosseum. Not what I'd expected. Yes, the main structure remains what I'd seen in countless images. Inside, though -- not the clean, wide expanse of sand I'd pictured. The circular lower level is filled with the remains of a network of structures, above which there was apparently a surface at the level of first ring of seats in which the blood-spilling took place.

Scaffolding now provides what arena-level surface there now is -- a wide passage cutting across the middle of the arena, extremely cool to cross, with a large deck area at one end. I found that if I devoted much thought to the original use of the structure I didn't enjoy being there very much. If I simply enjoyed being present in the moment -- the sun breaking through the clouds, people from all over the world in generally happy attendance -- I liked being there. I found stairs, headed up to the structure's top level, walked around there at a leisurely pace, discovering a short flight of steps that the original builders had thoughtfully provided for 21st century sunbathing. Parked my bum there, pulled out a copy of El País I'd picked up earlier and relaxed for a while, languages from all over the map drifting in the sunlit air around me.

One exceptional sight that presented itself to me: two 30ish German males in virtually identical black corduroy, vaguely cowboy-style suits -- matching black flared pants, black matching coats, vests, neckties, w/ white shirts and big, shiny buttons. Each wore a black cowboy hat, one of shiny leather, the other suede. Both wore thick-soled black shoes. They stood at the deck end of the arena-level scaffolding, leaning on the railing, studying the complicated network of structures on the ground floor, talking the entire time.

This world of ours: just one big kick in the ass.

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years ago

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Survey #214

“if you are dead or still alive, i don’t care.”

Do you wear perfume or cologne? Very very rarely. Typically if I have to go somewhere formal or something. What was your favorite grade in elementary school? Probably 5th. Do you own a debit card? No. A credit card? No. Are you in debt? I don't pay for anything that could cause me to be in debt. When is your birthday? February 5th. What song are you listening to now? "I Don't Care" by Apocalyptica. What was the most traumatic experience of your life? The breakup with Jason. Have you ever lost a friend to drugs or alcohol? Kinda. Who was your childhood best friend? Her name was Brianna. Are you still friends now? We just drifted apart. If not, why? ^ Do you believe in Karma? Nope. What do you thinks happens to us when we die? I don't pretend to know. I hope some sort of eternal peace for those deserving, but who the hell knows. What age do you think you’ll die? Idk. 70s/80s? My grandparents lived pretty long. About how long was the last book you read? I haven't a clue. Have you ever read a play before? Yeah, in school. A play not written by Shakespeare? I don't think so. Have you ever read a play outside of school? No. Have you ever edited Wikipedia? No. Have you ever edited any other wiki? A lot... I'm one of the admins at the Silent Hill wiki, a content mod or something I don't remember on the SotC one, and I occasionally edit the meerkats wiki, which is an atrocious mess that I try to clean up where I can. Is there a website [besides social networking] that you check almost daily? A lot. Do you use your phone as an alarm? Yep. Do you listen to music while you sleep? No. Do you get scared when you know some virus or sickness is being passed? I don't get "scared," just very paranoid of germs. Are you realistic? In some ways. Do you own a romper? No. What popular social media platforms AREN’T you on? Snapchat, and then I have a Twitter solely to like Mark's shit lmao. What does your computer’s slow-loading cursor look like? It's a spinning light blue ring. Do you prefer Microsoft Word or Pages? I've never heard of the latter, so. Would you rather have a trampoline or swimming pool? A pool, please. Do you have the same favorite colors you had when you were a kid? Pink, yes. What do you like to put in your tea? N/A What do you like to put in smoothies? I don't really drink them. Do your stuffed animals have names? Some. What was the name of the first porcelain doll you got? Bitch miss me with that haunted doll shit. Do you sell any products? If so, what? No. Do you know how to knit? No. Do you have an inspiration board? I have one on Pinterest of hair colors I like. Do you have a colored teddy bear? Maybe up in the attic somewhere. On what day is your local grocery store the busiest? I'm sure it's the weekend. What day do you usually go grocery shopping? Mom doesn't have a designated "day." Do you own a bobblehead? No. What do you make wishes on? Nothing. Wishes aren't magic. Well, I do on birthday candles, but that's only as a tradition sorta thing. What’s the best natural pain reliever? It depends; sometimes nothing natural works. What’s your favorite Paramore song? "That's What You Get," probably. Do you like scrambled eggs? Yes. Have you ever made a recipe you found in a magazine? No. Have you ever done a craft that you saw in a magazine? I don't believe so. Are you bitter about anything? I am permanently and inexplicably bitter towards my former primary doctor that fucked up my entire body thanks to keeping me on a medication and her being an ignorant fuck to the side effects, apparently. What is your favorite color for cars? Burnt orange. What is your favorite color for bridesmaid dresses? *shrugs* If applicable, what’s your favorite dance costume that you’ve had? It was some sort of black dress-ish thing. I can't remember clearly. What’s your favorite flavor of mouthwash? Minty? Just ffs don't have alcohol in it. Do you drink CapriSuns? If there's nothing else to drink, sure. Do you prefer caramel or peanut butter? Peanut butter, I think. Do you like strawberry shortcake? No. Do you like butterflies? Yeah, they're my fave insect. Do you know any dances? Only the ones that literally tell you what simple move to do lmao. Did you go anywhere yesterday? No. Do you like yellow or blue more? Blue. Do you wear rings? Only one. What’s the last you got out of the freezer? French toast sticks for lunch yesterday. How often do you go for walks? Never, sadly. Walking along my road is scary with how busy it is, I CANNOT handle the heat, and for the time being, I can't walk far at all with my knee problem. Do you go on the computer or watch TV more? I say enough I don't watch TV, but I'm always on my laptop. What is something you’ll never eat again? Why? Brussel sprouts. 'Cuz they're fucking disgusting. What is currently happening that is scaring you? Abortion rights being taken away/wrongly modified is pretty scary, honestly. What would be your personal hell? The Christian Hell because fuck that heat lmao. What made the ‘weird kid’ at your school weird? He, I shit you not, would not say a word, but if he absolutely had to speak, he kept it very very short and quiet. He was always looking down and isolated himself. I felt really bad for him; he was so obviously depressed, but I was always too unsure of how to approach him and try to be a friend. What is a word you personally find offensive? "Retarded" when used incorrectly. What instantly puts you to sleep? Instantly go to sleep??? Please teach me how. What song is in a language you don’t speak, but you love it anyway? Well, I don't speak German fluently, so like, a shitload of Rammstein songs. What is something you would like to do if you weren’t judged for doing it? Tbh cosplay sounds so fun. What’s a movie you think everyone should watch? Why that one? Johnny Got His Gun. It shows just how fucking disgusting war is. What was the most unexpected good thing that’s ever happened to you? Senpai Noticed Me. What is the funniest fact you know? Idk. Oh, I might be mistaken, but I think the guy who invented the segway died via driving off a cliff on a segway. Big 'ole oof. What’s the kindest way a stranger has treated you? I remember as a little kid, the people in front of us in line at McDonald's paid for our meal. What is the biggest design flaw of your body? I have this random, deep dimple on my right ass cheek like what the fuck. What is the strangest thing you have ever felt? OKAY SO when I was in the process of having my ears cleaned back when I had that wax adhered to my eardrums, one step was having warm water like pounded into my ears, and it somewhat tickled but also felt oddly good, and it was just really weird. What makes someone immediately unlikable? Acting like they're above everyone else. Who’s a villain you sympathize with and why? Darkiplier hunny my poor husband. I won't answer "why" because yeah spoilers. What is something you regret to NOT have done? Fuck it, I wish I'd had *complete* sex w/ Jason. I was in love with him, and I'll probably never experience genuine sex again so like- What’s the weirdest thing you put in a microwave? Idk? What movie changed your life for the better? I'm not sure. Oh, wait, I remember when I was still Christian, God's Not Dead really touched me, but we know how I am religiously now. What’s something your relatives don’t know about you? Many probably don't know I'm bi. What’s something your parents did, which you have sworn never to do? Have children before marriage. Back when I wanted kids. What’s the most annoying thing your pet does? My cat is obsessed with trying to lie on me as he'd done as a kitten, but then I can't see over him to see the laptop. Teddy scratches a lot and won't listen to "stop" for anything. What’s the biggest sum of money you’ve won? Uhhhh. I have no clue. Have I ever? Idk. Have you ever smoked weed on April 20? No. Tell me about the last event that made you really, truly happy? Oh boy. Can you name three good things about your most recent ex? He's funny as fuck, super intelligent, and hard-working. Have you ever thought about how the world will end? Yeah. What object do you own that has the most sentimental value to you? The pebble I got from my partial hospitalization program. What’s the best memory you have of your father? Him teaching me to ride a bike. What was on the last sandwich you ate? Ham, cheese, and mustard. Do you prefer gold or silver jewelry? Silver matches more things, but I'm allergic to it. I find gold in general prettier, too. Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? No. What is your favorite Thai dish? Never tried Thai food. When was the last time you made out with somebody? February. Are there any candles in your bedroom, and what scent are they? No. When was the last time you went to a birthday party? Last month for my niece. What pet names do you use with your significant other? A whole lot. What brand is your toaster, if you have one? We don't have a toaster, but a toaster oven. I don't have the slightest clue what brand it is; it's ancient. Have you ever dated a smoker? If not, would you? No and nope. What’s the name of the store you usually get your groceries? Wal-Mart or Harris Teeter. Would you rather travel to Japan or Scotland? Oh man, I don't know! I guess Scotland. Does your house have a porch/balcony? We have a decently-sized back porch. There's a front one as well, but it's tiny. What was the last movie you saw and who did you watch it with? I watched The Shining by myself. What’s your favorite type of bread? Pumpernickel. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Yes. Can you cry on command? If so, have you ever used it to your advantage? No. What time does the sun go down where you live at this time of the year? Like, 8:30-ish. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? If I literally had to get them done for whatever reason, I guess I'd pay. Me doing them myself would be a nightmare, especially with tremors. Did you ever fail your learners/drivers test? I haven't taken it yet. Do you have any stickers on your car? I don't have my own car. Blackberry, Droid, or iPhone? iPhones. Do you like diet soda? NO. I don't just not like the taste, but the artificial sweetener gives me crazy headaches. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? No. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket? No. How old were you the first time you drank alcohol? I don't remember. WAIT shit dude, I was young. I grew up going to a Catholic church, and during that "eating the blood and body of Christ" thing (I forgot what it's called), we sipped real wine. Yes, even the kids. That shit was NOT grape juice. Name someone you’ve become a lot closer to recently: No one. What was the last fight you had with your parents about? Dad, I've got no clue. Mom, about her constantly shit-talking my dad and I no longer wanted to hear any of it in my presence. Does your car have a sunroof? N/A Did you ever have braces? Yes. Are you from the South? Yes. What does your last status on Facebook say? It was something about the bullshit Alabama abortion law, I believe. I barely ever ever make my own statuses. Do you tip your server when you go to a restaurant? I never can because yeah, no money, so I can't even pay for the meal. If I could, of course I would. Have you ever snuck out of your house? No. Are you friends with people on Facebook that you actually hate? No? Name your favorite Ke$ha song: I guess "Take It Off." What’s your favorite place? Ah man, the tattoo/piercing parlor I go to. What was the last comic book you read? It was one of the Silent Hill ones on the app years ago. What’s the worst trouble you’ve ever gotten into? Probably when I ran away from home in like middle school. Do you know anyone your age who has a child? A good number, but I mean I'm 23 so that's not exactly strange. Ever had a friend online for a long time without seeing a photo of them? A few. The last time you threw up, what caused it? Medicine that was known for nausea. Did you have any foreign exchange students at your high school? I don't think so? Any foods from other countries you would like to try but haven’t yet? Not off the top of my head. Do you think the world would be more peaceful without any religion? Maybe. Probably. Idk. Have you kept the same icon here for a long time? Yeah. I don't really take pictures of myself, so. Why did you choose your icon, anyway? It's the most accurate representation of how I look on the daily. And it's not horrendous. Does it hurt your feelings when people talk shit about things you love? Sometimes. It doesn't hurt my feelings, but rather it makes me deathly embarrassed because I feel stupid for liking it and like they're making fun of a part of me. Can you be friends with people with opposing political views? Yes. Are there any fandoms you used to be in, but left? I don't think I exactly "left" them, just lost big interest, like Rhett & Link/GMM. I still love the guys, but I don't watch them anymore. Warriors is another example. Do you prefer ruffly or regular potato chips? Ruffled. Do you write down your own recipes, or just commit them to memory? I don't cook. Can you do any impressions? No. What color do you want to dye your hair? Currently I want to dye it lilac, but I can't afford a professional to do that. What is a food you enjoy, but don’t have very often? Shrimp. Favorite fictional world? Wonderland. Do you carry pepper spray? No, but I want to. Have you ever had to use it? N/A Have you ever been kicked out of a public place? Why? No. Do you donate to any associations that care for animals? I don't have my own money. Have you ever worn those Drunk Goggles? Yes, in D.A.R.E. Can you agree to disagree, or usually get upset over conflicting views? It depends on the topic, but it's generally very easy for me to agree to disagree. Rodeos – entertaining, or cruel? Animal abuse. Who is the best female rocker? Why? Ohhhh good question. I like Lita Ford, for one; great singer and she fucking slays the guitar. She seems cool, too. Do you care what kind of toilet paper you use? Not really, no. Do you still have any decent arcades nearby? No. Bullfighters who get gored kind of had it coming, right? Yes. They fucking deserve it. Have you ever accidentally found porn when looking for something else? Thank God no. What do you like on your burger? Cheese, ketchup, mustard, a little bit of mayo is fine but not mandatory, pickles, and very little onion is okay. What do you NOT like on your burger? Lettuce and tomato. Do you like 'loose meat’ sandwiches? Like sloppy joes? Yeah. Have you ever seen an unwrapped mummy in person? No, but that'd be pretty fucking cool. What things have people shamed you for? Besides the obvious disagreements like political subjects, I don't know. Do you always reply to private messages? (On any website) Yes, unless it's spam or advertisement. Are there any 'adult stores’ in your area? I wouldn't know. Have you been inside of them/shopped there before? No. Who was your favorite actress to play Morticia Addams? Anjelica Huston. What is the next film you want to rewatch? Idk. I don't really watch TV or movies to begin with. What is the next film you want to see for the first time? I've been wanting to see Jacob's Ladder for a very long time, but I have to find a time I actually *really* feel like it to possibly enjoy it. A movie you love even though it’s cheesy? I'm sure there's something, but idk. Share any song lyrics you misheard? When I heard "Purple Haze" by Jimi Hendrix for the first time, I swore the lyrics were "excuse me while I kiss this guy" instead of "kiss the sky." What was the last song you heard for the first time and enjoyed? I both enjoy "Bad Girl" by Avril Lavigne and see it cringy as fuck at the same time. Who are some of your favorite female fictional characters, and why? Heather Mason from Silent Hill 3 is up high 'cuz she's a badass, CYNDER FROM THE LEGEND OF SPYRO SERIES BECAUSE SHE'S COOL AS ALL HECKIN' HECK AND ALSO #AESTHETIC, and I've fallen more and more in love with Tyrande Whisperwind from World of Warcraft now that she's become vengeance-crazed and more interesting than she already was. Oh, and then there's Bayonetta. Why? You know why. A character (in anything) you wish hadn’t been killed off? In recent news, BRING BACK STAN THE MOTHERFUCKING WATER MAN, MARK. Have you ever had to hit up several stores in search of one item? What was it? I'm sure I have at some point. Do you have any calluses on your feet? From when I used to walk outside for hours, you have no idea- What was your last big purchase? A plane ticket. Have you ever eaten grits? I HATE THEM SO MUCH. Do you always dress right after a shower, or do you like to chill in your towel/robe for a while? I put clothes on right away. Have you ever looked up your state’s laws and read them? I don't think so. Have you ever had to talk to a lawyer? I feel like I did have to once for something...? Have you ever been in pain so bad you passed out? No. I sincerely don't know how I didn't when I had to get that cyst drained, though. I have no words for that pain. Can you have kids? Well, physically, yeah. Doesn't mean I ever will or even want to. If you could get rid of one of your allergies, which one would it be? POLLEN. Do you have any cousins that look like you? No. Who do you know who is dating someone that looks way too old for them? Idk. Have you ever gone on a Facebook deleting spree? Yeah. What's a good example of "don’t knock it till you try it"? Waffles with peanut butter spread over them with syrup. What is surprisingly painful? Hm. "Surprisingly." OH, something I say as well as many others: Getting your nose pierced is more painful than you'd think compared to other piercings. Which person shaped you the most? Probably Jason. Or Mom. Have you ever been 4-wheeling? Yes. Do you live anywhere near the woods? There's a wooded area beyond the field. Do you have any important anniversaries you celebrate? Mine and Sara's. Can you rap? I don't even have to try to say no. Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? Yes. Tell me about the sickest you’ve ever felt. Oh man... I remember in elementary school, 3rd grade I think, I had the weirdest 3-day "sickness" where I felt every single moment like I was right on the very verge of vomiting. I went to the ER on the third night, but they couldn't detect what was wrong. Next day, I woke up miraculously fine. Those days were horrifying for someone who is terrified of vomiting. Any important birthdays coming up? My nephew's isn't far off. If you could play one instrument flawlessly, what would it be? Electric guitar. Have you ever heard of Hollywood Undead? Do you like them? I love some songs, like others, don't enjoy or care about a handful, and then truly haven't heard most. Have your friends ever told you something really personal? Was it weird? Well yeah, close friends do that often. It's not weird. Has anyone ever called you a coward before? Who called you that? No. Have you ever written a whole song before? What was the title to it? No. Are you a Jeffree Star fan? Or no? Do you think he’s awesome/dumb? I loooove that funky alien man. I find his work ethic incredibly inspiring and he seems so super accepting and is just very radiant and positive. Has your grandmother ever made you anything? Not including cookies. I don't think so.

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Chapter 1: Your First Lesson in Despair ~Investigation~

//I’ve honestly been on a roll with these, so we’ll see how long that keeps up, amirite?

//I’m still figuring out where to go with the blog for the next arc so bear with me until then and enjoy some filler content until then, please?

-Chapter 1, Investigation: Boiler room-

It only took a few moments, but it felt like an eternity had passed before everyone showed else showed up, majority having the same horrified expression as the three of us who discovered Watanabe-san.

“Wh-what is this?! W-Watanabe-san…?” Kurohiko-san looked ready to pass out, as did many of the others. The odd few seemed unphased by the sight of the body.

“Is this some kind of sick joke…? This has to be some kind ‘a stunt that she’s playing, right?!” Okanaya-san was even caught off guard by the idea of a murder. This is actually the first time he’s lost that look of anger.

“You didn’t even know her. There’s no way that’s what this is.” Sly-san spat. He was eyeing the corpse angrily. “These shutters are in the way. Shinko. Move them.”

“Huh…?” Shinko-san took a moment. “Ah, I can’t. I don’t have the key.”

“What?” Sly-san didn’t seem to be in the mood for any nonsense.

“I lost the key at some point yesterday. Not sure what happened to it, but that’s why I came here in the first place…” Just as Shinko-san’s voice began to trail off, he appeared.

“Alright, alright! Save it for the investigation you bastards!” Monokuma popped up in front of the group.

“Ueaaaaaaa!!! It’s here!” Kurohiko-san jumped away, clutching to the unresponsive Amatarasu-san. “Hokama-san, kill it!”

“I’m a thief, not a killer. Ask Sly-chan. And call me Amaterasu.” She replied monotonously.

“And don’t call me an ‘it’! After coming here just to help you all out.” Huh? Help us out? “Yikes, didn’t think that this would work so quickly. Guess you guys really care about your personal business. Pretty sad, actually. Anyway, since you’re all here, I can give you this!” He clicked a button on a remote and our E-handbooks all beeped.

“Hmm? The Monokuma File?” Kurosaki-san murmured, already investigating it.

“Yep that’s right! I like to make the class trial fair, so I’m giving you at least one thing to work with. A basic autopsy should suffice for my contribution. Aren’t you all lucky to have me around? Now…hurry it up with the investigating before your time runs out!” And just as quickly as getting here, Monokuma left in a puff of smoke.

There was a slight pause. What were we supposed to do now…? We were just left with no experience of investigating and now we have to solve a murder involving a member of our group? It’s way too much…way way too much…

“Oi, would you straighten up? You’re pissing me off.” Okanaya-san snarled at me. I hadn’t even realised I had began sinking into myself, I caught myself before I fell to my knees. “…alright, people listen up! We got work to do so who’s gonna watch over the body?”

“Huh? You never interact with the group and now you want to start dictating what we do?” Hachi-san frowned. “…although, it would be good to have people stay here. In case the killer tries to disrupt the crime scene. Have two people stay.”

“If it’s two people then Ha-chan and I can do it!” Irunami-san volunteered passionately. “I…dunno much about investigating and my brain isn’t really wired well for this kind of stuff, so I’m probably better off keeping an eye on the scene.”

“Hachi-san, do you mind?” Kibe-san asked. Hachi-san looked over to the still somehow smiling Irunami-san.

“Yeah, it’s fine! I can work with Irunami-kun!” They smiled.

“Then it’s sorted. Everyone else split up and we’ll work on investigating wherever we deem suspicious. Remember the class trial rules, we need to do this.” Kurosaki-san reminded everyone. The rules…if we identify the wrong culprit, everyone but the killer will be executed…I absolutely cannot let that happen. I have to work hard to find out what happened, not just for us, but for Watanabe-san too!

Investigation Start!

I should read the Monokuma file before I do anything else.

Opening it up I find a full-body photo of Watanabe-san with a blood-coloured splotch on her stomach area. At the side is her basic information like height, weight, gender, etc, but I don’t think any of that is relevant right now. On the next page it gives basic info on the case.

“The victim is Maemi Watanabe, the Ultimate Harem Mangaka. Her body was discovered in the boiler room. Cause of death was single stab would to her back. Time of death was between 11-11:15 pm.” Yokozawa-san recited next to me. I almost yelped, not even realising he was there. “It was pretty late at night, huh? I wonder why Watanabe-san was out at that time…?”

He had a point. She was smart so she should’ve known that going out during night-time would make her an easier target. What was she thinking?

Truth Bullet added: Monokuma File 1

Time of death: 11pm-11:15pm. Cause of death was blood loss from a wound to Watanabe-san's back.

“We can’t investigate like this!” Kibe-san complained as she hit her hand against the shutters. “How are we supposed to investigate the crime if we can’t even get close to the body?!”

Sly-san stared at the shutter for a moment before yelling out into the air, “Monokuma!”

“Yessir?” On command, Monokuma appeared. “…oh, right! You need the grate opened. Just give me a second and I’ll go grab my Monokuma Master Key!” He saluted and disappeared once again. Geez, this isn’t going well at all.

“Until he gets back, I suppose an inspection of the rest of the room is in order.” Kurosaki-san suggested. The few of us still in the room began moving about the small space we had to check.

“Oh hey, what’s this thing?” I asked pointed to what looked like a trap-door attached to the wall.

“That’s the trash chute. Y’know, for trash?” Shinko-san replied mockingly. Yeah…I figured out what it would be for. “Works differently than just putting it in. You slide open the door, load the trash onto a shelf and hit that button next to it. It’ll drop it down into the dump below. Though you need the keys to activate the button.”

Inspecting it closer, I have to note how big it is. I could probably sit inside if I wanted to.

Truth Bullet Added: Trash Chute

You place the trash inside and press a button to drop it into the dump below. If the button isn't pressed then the trash will pile up. I could probably sit inside it if I wanted to. You also need keys to activate the button.

“Shinko-san, speaking of which…about what you said earlier. About losing the keys?” When I asked the question, Shinko-san seemed to shift uncomfortably.

“Yeah, it’s weird. I had it yesterday morning but some point during the day it went missing from my pocket. In fact, I’m pretty sure I had them just before we got called for the motive. I’ve looked everywhere I went yesterday but I can’t find it anywhere.” Hmm…the keys to the boiler room go missing before Watanabe-san is killed in the boiler room.

“Those keys, what do they actually do?”

“It’s just one key. It opens the shutters. See that little keyhole on the wall to the right of the shutters?” He points to it. The keyhole is red, so it stands out against the white wall. “You twist it and the shutters will go up. You can close them manually if you want, but if you leave it for a while, they can close by themselves automatically. Takes about 15 minutes before they actually shut by themselves though.”

“I see…” That information all seems really important. I should keep it in mind.

Truth Bullet Added: Shinko-san’s Account

The keys were stolen from him sometime after the motive was revealed

Truth Bullet Added: Shutter Timer

If the shutters aren't closed manually, they'll close automatically after 15 minutes

“Hey, check this out!” Hachi-san pointed at the shutters. “Is this…blood?” I looked to where they were pointing, and sure enough, there seemed to be a small bloodstain in one of the gaps of the shutter.

“Eh? A bloodstain?” Kibe-san looked as well. “Do you think it’s Watanabe-san’s blood…?” That��s the most likely possibility. But Watanabe-san’s body is pretty far from the shutters. Even if there was a blood splatter, it shouldn’t have hit the shutters like this…

Truth Bullet Added: Blood on the grate

Blood found on the shutter grate. Suspicious due to the distance between Watanabe-san’s body and the shutters.

“Nagata. A moment.” Sly-san called me over. I was a little nervous being called by someone like him…but he hasn’t done anything so far…? “Are you feeling okay? About yesterday, I mean.” Is he talking about when Okanaya-san hit me? I looked over at Okanaya-san who seemed to be caught glancing over at us.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay.” I nodded.

“Good. It would be an issue if you weren’t feeling 100% then it could have caused a problem during the class trial.” Ah. That’s why he was asking.

“Speaking of which, what happened after I was knocked out? Obviously, the fight had to be broken up eventually.”

“Yes, once you were knocked unconscious, Okanaya and Shinko argued for a bit longer before Kibe, Kurohiko, and Ishikawa all broke it up. Then Watanabe instructed Ram to take you to the infirmary.” Wait, was I just left on the ground while those two were fighting? Wow. What a supportive group you all are.

Truth Bullet Added: Sly-san’s Account

During the fight after the motive was revealed, Kibe-san, Ishikawa-san and Kurohiko-san were the ones who tried to diffuse the situation after I was knocked out by Okanaya-san during his fight with Shinko-san.

Looking at the evidence I gathered…I think I’ve got as much as I can get here whilst the shutter is down. I should come back later and look elsewhere for now.

-Chapter 1 Investigation, Kitchen-

“Ah, Nagata-kyun! Seems you had the same idea as me!” Kurosaki-san waved to me as I walked into the room. I looked at Kurosaki-san and Graves-san standing by a knife rack which stood next to the sink. “You’re way too late though, Mademoiselle Graves and I already uncovered the best evidence here!”

“The best evidence?” I repeated curiously.

“Y’see, I was trying to think of what the killer might’ve used to kill Maemi, then Yuuki told me to follow him here to check on something. Lookie here, one of the knives is missing from the rack!” Graves-san pointed as she spoke, and sure enough, there was an empty slot in the knife rack.

“Um…it’s not just laying around somewhere in here or in the cafeteria?”

“Nope, we already checked everywhere it could have been hidden. The knife is definitely missing. And it’s suspicious as well…” Kurosaki-san murmured the last part. “…I was sitting in the cafeteria all day yesterday…or at least after the motive was revealed, and when I first arrived all the knives were there. I remember that because I used a knife to cut some vegetables for my lunch.”

“If that’s the case, did anyone pass through the cafeteria?” I asked.

“Quite the number, actually! Mostly around dinner time. I can’t remember the order of people coming in, but…Herr Okanaya, Miss Ram, Fraulein Ishikawa, Mademoiselle Watanabe, Shinko-chan, Kibe-chan, and Mister Kurohiko all passed through.”

“That’s quite the memory you have. You stayed in the cafeteria the whole time…?” Graves-san crossed her arms. I suppose it makes sense for her to seem more serious when serious things happen. Weird to think this is the same eccentric I’ve been seeing the past few days.

“You suspect me? I’m hurt, Mademoiselle Graves!” Kurosaki-san feigned hurt before smiling sweetly, “But, yes, I was. But sitting with a knife while people were passing through so much? Too risky.”

I wonder about that…either way, I should make a note of all this.

Truth Bullet Added: Missing Knife

A knife from the kitchen went missing yesterday sometime after the motive reveal.

Truth Bullet Added: Kurosaki-san’s Account

Kurosaki-san was in the cafeteria for the whole day after the motive reveal. He saw Okanaya-san, Ram-san Ishikawa-san, Watanabe-san, Shinko-san, Kibe-san, and Kurohiko-san walk through during that time.

It doesn’t seem like there’s much here but I’m glad I got that information…I should look somewhere else. Where else might be a good place to look?

-Chapter 1 Investigation, Storage Room-

I came here on a whim, so I don’t really know where I should look for clues. Even though I’m thinking that…what are they doing here?

“Hokama-san, why did you drag us here…?” Kurohiko-san moped. I think he’s still recovering from seeing Watanabe-san’s body. I’m with him there, at the very least.

“Call me Amaterasu.” Amaterasu-san replied, not answering the question.

“Could you have possibly thought that clues were lurking around here?” Asano-san asked.

“Not sure. But there’s a lot of useful stuff in here. It’s possible that the killer used something in here for the murder. Having more eyes helps my chances of finding something.” She’s got a point. The shelves are filled with random junk so there might be stuff that the killer could’ve used.

“Oh, Nagata-san. Hello there, I apologise for not noticing you sooner.” Asano-san bowed. No matter how much I look at her, I can’t help feeling unsettled. “Did you perhaps have the same hunch as Amaterasu-san?”

“N…not exactly? I kind of just came here on a whim. Not really sure what I’m looking for.” I said. Asano-san nodded thoughtfully and returned to inspecting the room.

“Oh, check it out.” Amaterasu-san held up a metal pole. “These are scattered on the floor back here. Maybe they fell from the shelf they were on? Or maybe not.” I looked at the pole closely, it was pretty thin and long and there were a number of them scattered about just as Amaterasu-san had said. And looking closely at the one Amaterasu-san’s holding…is that…blood? Maybe they’re related to the murder?

Truth Bullet Added: Metal Poles

Found scattered on the floor of the storage room. One of them has blood on it.

I looked at Asano-san who was staring intensely at us. Again. Really unsettling. “A-Asano-san? Are you feeling okay?” I asked with unnecessary caution.

“Of course.” She said…was that all?

“Did…you find something?” Kurohiko-san asked.

“Yes.” She said matter-of-fact once again.

“C…can you tell us what you found?” Kurohiko-san continued.

“In the bin here. There is a bundle of used duct tape. I’m not entirely sure when it appeared here, however it is a suspicious amount to be simply discarded.” I looked into the bin just to confirm it myself. She was telling the truth, the bin was filled with used duct tape. Something like that…is it also related to the murder?

Truth Bullet Added: Tape in the bin

A bundle of duct tape was found in the bin, it’s an unusually large amount to be simply discarded.

-Chapter 1 Investigation, Boiler room (2)-

When I arrived back at the boiler room, it took a second for the change to register. Monokuma had come back while I was away and opened up the shutter. Alright…so then I have to examine the body, don’t I…?

As I stepped forward, I couldn’t help but wince at the sight. Ishikawa-san was examining the body without batting and eye. I suppose she’s used to seeing bodies, but even so… “Ishikawa-san, did you find anything?”

“A few things here and there. I was mainly examining the wound, I theorised that my past experiences with bodies could help me form a fairly reliable autopsy.” That makes sense. Good thing she’s taking the initiative.

“So, what do you think?”

“It seems the Monokuma File is accurate about the time of death and the cause of death. Unfortunately, there was nothing new I could discover about her actual death…other than rigor mortis had already set in.” She seemed disappointed in herself.

“Don’t worry about it. Thank you for checking, we can say for sure that Monokuma wasn’t lying to us in that autopsy he gave us.” My smile was half there but it seemed to be enough to perk Ishikawa-san’s spirits.

Truth Bullet Added: Ishikawa-san’s Autopsy

According to Ishikawa-san, the Monokuma file was accurate about the TOD and COD, nothing new was discovered other than rigor mortis had already set in.

I got closer to Watanabe-san’s body. She didn’t look in pain, she had a neutral expression as if ready to give one of us into trouble. It was awful just how normal she seemed…though it would probably be worse if her face was in pain.

“Ah, this is…” I looked at her left arm which was reaching out and holding a key tightly in her grasp. Is this the key for the shutters? Why does Watanabe-san have it?

Truth Bullet Added: Shutter Keys

Keys found in Watanabe-san's grasp. They were passed around to whoever had trash duty.

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” I looked over at Kibe-san who was standing by the wall, a piece of paper clutched in her hands. “W…Watanabe-san was going to be our leader, and yet…” Kibe-san was a pretty random person, so seeing her so sad felt…wrong. Really wrong.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“She cared so much. She did her best to make sure everyone would keep coming back to the cafeteria in morning, even made me take note of who came. Gave me a journal and everything…she was really considerate like that.”

Watanabe-san was the first one I met when I woke up in here. She made me feel like everything would turn out alright, she showed me even the toughest of personalities could be dealt with properly. How anyone could kill her…

“What’s that in your hand?” I asked.

“Um…I’m not really sure, actually. I found it in Watanabe-san’s grasp, so I pulled it out. Seems like it might’ve been a motive note.” Kibe-san handed it to me. I unfolded the paper and on it, the words ‘Another Mistake’ were written in bold. The one I got said ‘Ape’, so does that mean all the motives were this vague? “Monokuma said he was going to reveal everybody’s unfinished business…do you think whatever this is, it’s related to the killer?”

“It’s possible…but there’s no way of knowing who it could belong to.” I sighed. It’s evidence, so I’ll make note of it anyway.

Truth Bullet Added: Motive Note

The motive note Watanabe-san received. Found in her grasp. It simply says, "another mistake".

I glanced back to the body and saw Sly-san inspecting it as thoroughly as he could but still managing to be careful. “Sly-san, did you find anything?”

He didn’t respond for a few seconds aside from an almost silent sigh. Watanabe-san didn’t seem to be scared of him, I wonder what that must’ve been like for him? He must be used to people being scared when they find out his talent, but Watanabe-san…

“There was something in her pocket. Have a look.” He handed me a note. Another note? I unfolded this one and read the message.

‘I know you all won’t understand why, but I needed to do this in order to prevent a killing from happening. I did it at night time so none of you could stop me, the boiler room seemed like the right place. I doubt Monokuma will tell you anything, so when the clock strikes 11, I’ll be gone. I’m sorry for not saying goodbye properly.’

There’s no signature on it, but if it was found on Watanabe-san’s body…and by the sound of it, “Is this…a suicide note?” I could feel my hands shaking.

“It looks like it…” Sly-san’s voice trailed off. He seemed deep in thought, “…hold onto that, Nagata. Don’t let anyone else see it, okay?”

“H-huh?”

“Just trust me.” He crossed his arms. There was no way I could say no to him, so I just nodded.

~Ding dong, dong ding~!

Everybody’s attention was brought up to the monitor as it flashed on. “Alright, bastards, I’ve given you way more than enough time! Assemble in front of the red door in the main building and red ready for the class trial!”

The monitor turned off, and without a word, we all followed Monokuma’s instructions.

-Chapter 1 Investigation, Class Trial Grounds-

“Oi, is that everybody?” Okanaya-san asked. He began counting the heads and nodded with a satisfied smirk. “Alright. Then we’re ready.”

“Aren’t you too chill about all this? It’s kinda freaky.” Kurohiko-san murmured.

“Being irrational in this moment would not be beneficial to anyone. No matter what happens, let us stay level-headed.” Ishikawa-san clasped her hands together. “Your lives are all at risk. I would hate to see you all fall into the eternal slumber.”

“The fuck is Monokuma though? He wanted us here, but he hasn’t shown up? I hate people who can’t be on time.” Shinko-san growled, though, speak of the devil. Monokuma popped up in front of a door at the back of the room.

“Alright, alright! Don’t get your panties in a twist, Myers! I just had to do some preparations beforehand to make sure the trial grounds were ready.” Monokuma’s claws sharpened and were pointing threateningly at Shinko-san.

“Prepared? We’re not having the trial here?” Kibe-san said.

“Do you see the size of this place? As if we could have the trial here! Just step into the elevator and it’ll take to the trial grounds, don’t make me wait too long or I’ll count it as you losing the trial!” And with that, he disappeared.

We were silent for a few moments as the door to the elevator opened. Sly-san was the first to move, followed by Kurosaki-san, Graves-san, and Amaterasu-san. “We…we have to do it, so…” Kurohiko-san convinced himself he was okay as he stepped in with Asano-san.

“I pray for Watanabe-sama’s spirit. I hope her rest will be peaceful.” Ishikawa-san mumbled as she, Kibe-san, Yokozawa-san, Shinko-san, and Hachi-san all stepped on.

“Uuuuu…W-Wata-chan…” Irunami-san was dragged onto the elevator by Okanaya-san. Which just left…

“Nagata-kun…” Ram-san looked at me. She was scared. Really scared.

“Don’t worry, Ram-san. We’ll be okay. Let’s do our best for Watanabe-san’s sake.” I wasn’t sure if I believed my own words, but they were enough for Ram-san to dry her eyes and enter the elevator with me. As soon as were all inside, the elevator doors shut, and we began to descend.

…

It was eerily quiet. A tension so thick you could choke on it. Someone in here was…is responsible for Watanabe-san’s death. That was the thought on everybody’s mind. Who could’ve done it? Who would’ve done it? Watanabe-san didn’t have any enemies, so why…?

The elevator grinded to halt and the door opened up. When we stepped out, we were greeted with a circle of wooden stands in a room carpeted with red. Monokuma was in the back of the room sitting on a throne and staring at us, red eye glowing ominously.

“Welcome all! This is the stage for the class trial, these podiums are all named, so find yours and take your place! This is where the class trial begins!” As instructed, we all found our names on these podiums and stood, ready for the trial.

I was placed directly across from Monokuma’s throne so he could stare right at me. To my right the order was Hachi-san, Sly-san, Ishikawa-san, Okanaya-san, Asano-san, Kurohiko-san, Ram-san, Kurosaki-san, a portrait of Watanabe-san, Irunami-san, Amaterasu-san, Shinko-san, Kibe-san, Yokozawa-san, and finally Graves-san.

We were glancing around the circle at each other, majority was suspicious looks.

Maemi Watanabe…The Ultimate Harem Mangaka. She was a hard person to pinpoint, her personality was kind…erratic, but one thing was for sure- she always had everybody’s interest at heart. She cared about the group and wanted to prevent any murders from happening.

Someone like that…was killed…

“Ram”

Yuuki Kurosaki

Doi Kurohiko

Saori Kibe

Amaterasu Hokama

Someone killed Watanabe-san and is hiding among us.

Sly

Karma Graves

Junpei Yokozawa

Maemi Watanabe

Kobo Okanaya

Tomoe Hachi

Whoever it is, I won’t forgive them, I could never forgive them!

Mami Asano

Toson Shinko

Sadao Irunami

Tsukiko Ishikawa

Ryuu Nagata

And so, the class trial that pitted Hope against Despair…began.

#//enjoy that shitty trial seating diagram I made in ms paint in 5 minutes #Mod J #mod post #DR #Foundation Short Stories #79-C KG AU

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veganmikehanlon · 6 years ago

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A/N: I wrote this story a while ago and then turned it into stanlon lol also idr if nerds r vegan but I ate some yesterday so here’s hoping!

Pairing: Stan x Mike

Description: Two anxious boys coming together

Warning: a lil bit of self harm/picking

Word count: 3,226 omg

“Hello, this is Mike, how can I help you?” There’s no sound at first and Mike pulls the phone away from his ear for a moment. He’s been working in a therapist office for a couple of months now. It felt fitting, he couldn’t afford regular therapy appointments for himself yet, but he can help other people get what they need.

His heartbeat picks up a beat because he’s unsure if he should just hang up? But he puts the phone back to his ear in time to hear: “Sorry I’m having an anxiety attack right now.” The voice is shaky and now Mike can hear the just-too-fast breaths.

“Wow, same.” It slips out before Mike can help it and oh my god that’s so unprofessional. He glances around at his coworkers but doesn’t see any reaction so he hopes they didn’t even hear him. “What are the chances?” The voice over the phone asks breathlessly, refocusing Mike’s attention.

Unsure now how to proceed he settles with the truth. “I mean pretty high, considering my phone call phobia. I pretty much spend my whole work day having an anxiety attack.” He tells them in a low voice. “How do you do it?” They ask incredulously. He laughs even though he doesn’t mean to and this time he does see a coworker notice him. Gotta keep it professional, got it. But also the person on the other end of the phone asked him a direct question so…

”I can pretty much operate if there's a script,” Mike tells them. “I also have like, three stress balls.” He hears a laugh huff out against his ear and he smiles because if he can make them laugh it can’t be a totally failed interaction. The line is quiet for a moment except for the gradual steadying of breath on the other end.

“Wow you know I don’t think I even need to see my therapist anymore I already feel better.” They quip in a suddenly much smoother tone that surprises a laugh out of Mike and now he’s definitely getting looks from his coworkers. His cheeks heat up at the attention but the person on the other end of the phone takes up more of his attention with their soft laugh.

“Please let me make you an appointment I’m not qualified for this!” Mike jokes. He’s flustered by his desire to make the person on the other end of the phone laugh again even after getting embarrassed. “I don’t know,” they sigh, “this is the fastest I’ve gotten over an anxiety attack in ages.”

An unprofessionally wide smile crosses Mikes' face. “Just send me the co-pay.” He says, his voice soft. “I’m glad I can help though, you helped me too.” He says and why can’t he stop talking. Mike glances around but his coworkers have gone back to not paying attention to him. It’s his favorite thing about the job, how little attention people pay to each other.

“You should let me make your appointment though.” They agree and Mike returns to the script, “your name?” He asks. “Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S. Mike types the name into his database pulling up the information he needs to make an appointment.

They sail comfortably through the rest of the phone call, both saying a warm goodbye. Mike hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath, willing the blush he’s sure he has away with all his might.

******

Mike doesn’t hear back from Stanley for a while. It’s totally normal, most people make future appointments directly with their therapists. So it’s about a month later when he gets a call from him again. They both follow the script this time even when Mike recognizes the name. It would be weird to say anything, it’s not like Stanley knows who he is. That is until there’s a moment of silence while Mike waits for his screen to load Stanley’s therapists' schedule, and he notices the uneven breathing on the other end.

“Are you okay?” Slips out almost before Mike can help it. Shit. The breathing on the other end gets even wispier. Shit shit shit. Not professional. They don’t know who he is. “Um yeah.” He hears. “Just kinda having an anxiety attack, the usual.” Mike huffs out a laugh because yeah, same. So he tells them that because, hey, it worked last time. And Stanley laughs and Mike laughs and breaking from the script is okay for the second time since he started this job.

*******

The next time Mike hears from Stanley is the first time he sees him. He comes into the office. Mike was on the phone when he first walks in so someone else is helping him.

He doesn’t know it’s Stanley yet and he doesn’t look far enough away from his computer screen to see their face but he notices their hands curled up on the desk next to his and how they nervously pick at the skin around their fingers. It makes his stomach curl in that way where he suddenly wants to start picking at his own nails.

Mike grabs a stress ball instead and finishes his phone call with the ever-present “have a nice day!” He looks over and the person at the counter is still picking at their cuticles and he can feel the familiar ache of peeling skin from nail and squeezes the stress ball harder and scans up to their face and oh my god they’re so cute.

It’s a boy with sandy brown hair that falls in waves and soft curls around his face. Mike can see a blue collared shirt under a dark denim jacket loaded with pins. Mike’s gaze gets stuck on how the boy is chewing his bottom lip nervously. Turning it red and raw.

And oh my god that’s so unprofessional. Mikes cheeks heat up and he glances around hoping no one is paying any attention to him and they’re not (is anyone ever? The part of his brain that isn’t completely ruled by anxiety asks). He glances up at their face again and accidentally catches his eye.

He actually wills his phone to ring to give him something to do because oh my god they’re so cute and distracting and this is so unprofessional why are they even still in here don’t they have somewhere else to be?

Mike squeezes his stress ball harder and tries to inconspicuously take deep breaths because no one needs to know about the moment he’s having. He glares at his phone wishing for it to ring and then glances around at his coworkers in suspicion because why are they all busy and he isn’t, he would really like to be taking a phone call right now!

But then he hears the person at the counter (the very cute person, his brain supplies) say “Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S” and Mike’s heart stutters. It’s them. Maybe. Probably. The name repeats in a loop in his head.

Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S the same name as the person Mike talked to over the phone a couple times when they were having an anxiety attack. It makes him breathe slower just to think about it. Then immediately speed back up because here he is!

Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S, is standing right here in the office with him and he’s cute. The idea that the voice over the phone and the person standing in front of him are one and the same flits around his mind. Mike can’t believe the person he always hopes is calling when he answers the phone is right in front of him being super cute and when did he start wanting him to call all the time?

Mike can feel himself spiraling and then finally his phone rings. Except now he’s not expecting it and it startles him and he jumps and the stress ball flies out of his hand and over the counter and suddenly everyone is looking at him.

He fumbles for the phone and for a moment he forgets his script but then it comes because he’s been doing this for long enough that it’s there even when he doesn’t want it to be. His heart is thundering in his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S finish their business.

Suddenly their hands appear at Mike’s desk holding his stress ball out to him. He feels his face grow hotter and he thinks he must be bright red at this point, but he slowly looks from their hands with the red irritated marks around their fingers to their very cute face that is smiling softly at him and he covers the phone’s mouthpiece and breathlessly he says “keep it.”

******

“You know if you hadn’t already told me you had like three more I wouldn’t have taken it.” Mike hears a voice and looks up from his lunch. He’s sitting outside because it’s actually a nice day, he thought he’d found somewhere out of sight enough to not be bothered. He’s almost mad about it until he looks up. Button up, dark jean jacket with pins, Mike’s mouth goes dry and he swallows roughly. It’s Stanley. Uris. U-R-I-S.

He’s rolling Mike’s stress ball between his hands. Mike huffs out a laugh and clears his throat, “that’s only the ones at my desk.” he tells him. “That’s not even counting the ones in my car.” Stanley laughs quietly and Mike laughs and as uncomfortable as he is about not having a script for this interaction it’s also, kind of okay.

Mike watches him roll the ball into his left hand so he can stick out his right, “I’m Stan, by the way.” He says a soft smile on his face. Mike can’t help but follow the curve of his smile with his eyes, before dropping to the outstretched hand. He clears his throat and takes Stan’s hand gently in his own, “I’m Mike,” he says shyly, butterflies fluttering through his insides.

“Is this a perk of the job or what?” Stan asks holding the ball in his left hand up. Mike realizes he’s still holding Stan’s hand and quickly pulls his away, embarrassed. “Yeah, you know, therapists,” Mike huffs, rolling his eyes “they catch you biting your cuticles one time and suddenly you're at risk and in need of a billion stress balls!”

Stanley laughs and wow they’re so cute… Mike’s face heats up at the thought but, technically he’s not on the clock so fuck professionalism he tells himself somehow smug at his own brain for finding that loophole. “It did help,” Stanley says quietly and Mike notices the bandaid around the finger he’d seen him picking at.

“Good,” Mike says just as quiet, a small smile slipping onto his face. He thinks back to the first phone call when he’d sorta accidentally helped him through an anxiety attack, and the joke Stanley had made. “Does that mean I get your co-pay since I’m helping you through everything?”

Stanley lets out a sharp laugh that he quickly stifles with a hand over his mouth. He’s still smiling when he lowers his hand, just a small quirk of his lips. Mike doesn’t know how just that sets his heart beating quickly in his chest but he seems to find everything Stan does…endearing.

Stanley scuffs the toe of his shoes, impeccably clean black and white vans, against the ground in front of him. “You might have to take that up with my therapist,” he quips making Mike chuckle softly. “Speaking of-“ Stanley starts his voice falling into disappointment, “my session’s about to start so, I’ll see you around?” He asks hopefully.

Butterflies congregate in a flurry in Mike’s stomach and oh my god yes, please. “Yeah.” He says, “I’ll be here.” And with a small wave, Stanley’s walking away, leaving Mike stewing in the heat in his face and the butterflies in his stomach.

***

Finally, finally, finally, after the longest, hardest, worst day, Mike is clocked out and leaving work. He barely wanted to leave his house this morning let alone go to work for 8 hours and talk on the phone to strangers. He’s just got to get home and then he can relax with a bowl and his shows and hopefully avoid the anxiety attack that’s been brewing in his chest all day.

Mike is looking down, pulling his car keys out of the pocket of his jacket he’s carrying and doesn’t see the person standing just outside the door until he’s only a few steps away. He stops in his tracks, dread washing over him. One more interaction, even a little one, even being looked at might just send him over the edge.

The lump in his throat grows and he takes a shuddering breath, trying to build his resolve. He shuffles forward a few more steps, swallowing roughly, and as he reaches out to push the door open he catches sight of their hands and oh. That’s Mike’s stress ball.

Knowing who it is sends a small spiral of calm down his spine, just enough to push open the door and greet Stan with a breathless, “hey.” Stan jumps and turns with wide eyes, a gasp fluttering from his lips. Oh shit, Mike thinks, he’s on the edge of his own anxiety attack but it looks like Stan is already there. Mike’s brain nags at him that there’s nothing he can do and he shouldn’t try; he should just go home and have a cry.

The quick shuddering breath mobilizes Mike and before he knows it he’s taken a step forward. “Hey,” he says, voice gentle, “are you okay?” Stan raises his hands to his face, the heel of his open palm pressing into one eye and the fist curled around the stress ball presses into the other. “Yeah.” He says shortly with a bitter laugh.

Mike watches his shoulders slump and Stan lets out a sigh. “Well no, obviously.” Mike lets out a huff that might’ve been a laugh if a laugh didn’t know what emotion it was supposed to express. Stan tilts his head back, hands still covering his eyes. “Just…a hard session I guess.” He admits slowly, Mike nods in understanding before remembering Stan can't see him.

“Anything I can do?” Mike asks shifting forward, he desperately wants to pull Stan’s hands away from his face to hold and have Stan looking at him instead of whatever dark thoughts occupy his mind. Mike doesn’t move though, he doesn’t know the other’s physical boundaries. Mike chews on his bottom lip as he waits for an answer.

He hears a sniff and then Stan’s shoulders start shaking and oh no he’s crying. Mike stiffens, he hates seeing other people cry, it always makes him start crying and he’s already so close…

“Is it okay if I touch your arm?” Mike asks gently. He just can’t help himself, when he sees someone upset he has to help. Especially when they’re really cute and give him butterflies…Mike pushes that thought away forcefully, now is not the time.

Stan gives a small nod and Mike steps forward and places a gentle hand on his upper arm. “You're okay,” he says sweetly, making small movements with his thumb. He feels Stan lean into the gesture, encouraging Mike to bring his other hand up so he’s gently gripping both arms, trying to ground him.

“I’m sorry you had a rough session,” Mike says softly, “I think you’re really brave for even showing up to therapy, to be honest. That shit is so scary, I don’t know how you do it.” Stan’s shoulders start shaking harder and Mike can feel his heaving breaths. Mike pulls him gently in until he’s hugging Stan against him.

He wraps one arm around his shoulders and the other finds a home in Stan’s soft curls. “You’re okay,” Mike repeats making soft hushing sounds until Stan starts to settle. He’s taller than Mike but he’s tucked his head into Mike’s neck, the hands covering his eyes falling to fist in Mikes shirt. “I’m so embarrassing.” Mike hears, mumbled.

Mike chuckles kindly, gently playing with the ends of Stan’s hair. “You’re not embarrassing,” He tells him sincerely. Stan pulls away just far enough to be able to look into his face, giving Mike a small watery smile. “Why are you so good at this?” He asks quietly.

Mike snorts and rolls his eyes, “I’m literally a walking anxiety attack,” He tells him. Stan sniffles, his small smile growing wider, and Mike notices dimples appearing. They’re quickly covered by Stan’s hand covering his mouth. “Why do you do that?” Mike asks.

Stan lowers his hand, his brow furrowing in confusion, “do what?” he asks. Mike gestures to Stan’s face, to his now pinched lips, “always cover up your smile?” Stan’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open a bit in surprise. A contemplative look crosses over his face, but then, he cracks a small smile and shrugs his shoulders. Mike can’t help the giggle that comes out of his mouth, causing Stan to start laughing again too.

They laugh more and Stan leans into Mike again and he loops an arm around his shoulders. “I’m really gonna have to talk to your therapist about getting a cut of the pay I mean really!” Mike jokes and Stan huffs out another laugh and pushes Mike away playfully.

That night when Mike gets home, he carries through with his plan of smoking and watching tv. But he goes to bed with a light heart, thinking about Stan’s weight in his arms and his hand in his hair.

***

He’s in the back filing patient records when his coworker walks up. “Hey, there’s someone in the front asking for you.” Mike tries to ask who but they just shrug and let him hand them the paperwork he’s holding. He walks out and sees Stan standing by his desk and his heart skips, just a little.

Stan notices him and perks up, “hi!” He greets and okay maybe Mike’s heart skips a lot. “Hey,” Mike responds a little breathlessly. Stan shuffles a little and Mike tries to not find it very cute, a part of his brain screaming about professionalism.

Stan clears his throat, eyes darting around the room before landing back on Mike. He shrugs, just a small lift of a shoulder, and offers him a warm smile. “I just wanted to thank you for you know, um, being so nice to me?” It comes out like a question and Mike can’t help but chuckle.

“I got you these!” Stan says handing over a couple boxes of Nerds. “Just as a thank you.” Mike knows he’s blushing but he can’t seem to care. “Thank you,” he says sincerely with a wide smile. Stan nods and points a thumb over his shoulder saying, “I gotta go, but, I’ll see you around?”

Mike smiles and tries not to nod too eagerly. He doesn’t quite manage it. “I’ll be here.” He says. It isn’t until later when the warm blush has faded from his cheeks, that Mike decides to open the Nerds. He’s got the box partially open when he sees something written in sharpie. He turns the box and sees a number, a phone number, with a small: -Stan <3, written on the end.

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safty · 6 years ago

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To the Rescue (Part II) Chapter 30: Pillowtalk

New chapter is here! And with an email from Ao3, I’ve been notified that it was indeed a commerce violation that I was flagged for! Thankfully, with some compliance issues resolved, TTR should be back in good standing after a review by the abuse case people.

In the meantime, enjoy this chapter. Hopefully by next week or the week after, thing swill be back on, regular style.

Even if Seth had the time to discuss things frankly with his boyfriends, he wasn't really sure what he was going to say. Whether it was the obvious, looming cloud surrounding his inheritance or the more immediate problems of Roman's drinking, he was at a loss for words. Without the ability to triage the most important issue, Seth just felt listless and disconnected.

That night, Roman eventually came to bed after Dean, but the three were all siloed from one another, in their own space. Seth tried to half-heartedly cuddle with each of them, if only to make himself feel better. But Roman's snoring was terrible and Dean was even more fidgety than usual, springing up during the night to use the bathroom on more than one occasion.

Breakfast was quiet, and Roman seemed to realize he was being circled with a wide berth. Seth watched with a sort of dissociated fascination as Dean focused intently on nibbling his egg sandwich to completion before checking on the chickens. It didn't seem malicious or passive aggressive, but Roman cleared his throat loudly, looking around the kitchen as Seth mutely rinsed out his coffee mug.

"Ugh… sorry I've been kinda… slacking since vacay," Roman admitted, rubbing his eyes and leaning back in his seat. "I'm gunna clean the house up this weekend. Got the carpet cleaner's comin' anyway."

Seth just hummed, blinking hard. Past using the bathroom several times before noon, he wasn't sure if his coffee was doing anything for him anymore.

"Dean okay you think?" Roman asked, looking out the window to where their boyfriend was aimlessly wandering around between the garden patches. "Was sort of quiet… last night."

"Ask him if you want, I dunno," Seth sighed, shaking his head. Everything else seemed so much larger than the petty tedium between his boyfriends. He yawned hard and set his mug in the sink before going to the bathroom to shave, too sleepy and preoccupied to be polite. This was Roman's problem after all, not his. It wasn't like they could help him with his own problems right now.

Needless to say, Seth's detached mood threw their morning routine for a loop when he went to load his work bag into the Cadillac instead. For Seth, it made obvious sense. Roman only had to work a few hours in the morning and their carpooling was becoming inefficient. With all the last minute duties of the fundraiser, Seth was also sort of hoping that he might have to work later and have some time away from the house to occupy himself. Dean watched, obviously torn as Roman just went to the Jeep, likely a little put off by Seth's own grumpy attitude.

"I'll still pick you up if you want," Seth heard Roman call. He didn't bother looking up as he searched for a good song on his phone to play for his morning commute. Another plus to riding without Roman was that Seth wouldn't be subjected to R&B music he didn't want to hear. A little surprisingly, Dean took to the Jeep and Seth blinked, watching his boyfriends load into the larger car without a perfunctory goodbye.

"Whatever," he mumbled under his breath. Gripping the wheel maybe a little tighter than usual as he turned down the road, toward the highway. Hadn't Dean just confessed to him yesterday about being uncomfortable with Roman's behavior? Seth supposed he could be using the short ride to talk, but it seemed unlikely.

With everything going on, work was a godsend and Seth was ready to isolate himself all day if it meant he got a mental break from the world. With Roman and Dean just a few seconds behind him, he powered through the lobby, past Sami and the school group that was coming in, to Hunter and Stephanie's office that was darkly lit and unoccupied. He paused for a moment, squinting through the glass before his hand went to the door handle, about it open it. Usually he checked in with his boss before he put his things down in the maintenance room, it was just a habit at this point.

"Hay, you can' go in there."

Seth turned his head and came face to face with a rather large bearded man donning a lifeguard tube. He was quite a few inches taller than Seth, with chest hair that was puffing out from under his guard shirt, Seth blinked, amused.

"Uh, I work here?" He almost laughed, feeling the frustrations with Roman and Dean that had been just beneath the surface flare up again. "Employee of the month? I'm Seth Rollins."

The man raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking back to the water he was attending. If he hadn't been so flagrantly rude, Seth might have thought he was attractive. He was similarly bearded with long dark hair, and something about his voice was vaguely foreign, like british, or something.

"Well… you don' have a nametag or nuttin'," the man mumbled, re-adjusting the strap of his tube across his chest. "Thought you were just some patron."

"Don't worry about it man," Seth said, more dismissively than anything as he put his hand back on the door handle. If he was in a better mood, Seth might have asked for his name or at least put on a guise of benevolence. But that morning, he was more than happy to appear haughty and self-important as he came inside the office and flicked on the light.

Sure enough, on Hunter's desk, a note had been left detailing a set of tasks that still needed to be completed before the fundraiser the next day. At this point, Seth was sort of used to untangling his boss's shorthand scrawl, and he smiled as he saw a large circle of items that Hunter had simply scrawled SETH next to, in the margin.

Call Paige (See cell # on contact sheet) Working front desk w/ Sami? Fundraiser start time

Seth had remembered Hunter mentioning something about Paige, and he blinked, trying to think if it was best to just try texting her. Aside from always feeling a little stupid on the phone, he had next to no relationship with the girl. All he'd known was the swarm of gossip around her and he didn't really want to stick his nose in it.

Surf camp sponsorship: attn: Shinsuke

At this, Seth noticed an arrow pointing from the clipboard to Stephanie's desk, where a catalog of surfboard gear was resting on her desk. Sure enough, the catalog had a sticky note that said NAKAMURA in large script. Seth didn't really know what it was about, but he supposed he would probably have to go find the guy and give him the catalog.

Find Face Paint (restock??)

More Fundraiser stuff, and Seth sighed hard, trying to imagine where the facepaints were. Miz's office was a good guess, though there was a large rubbermaid container full of a miscellaneous selection of crap that White Water kept around for birthday party groups. It was likely that he'd have to do some digging.

Chairs from basement

This was pretty self explanatory. There were some chairs that Hunter had discussed needing to bring outside for use by the staff. If the note was referring to the metal folding chairs, he'd have to find the service cart to load them onto. For this, he might need someone's help, just because of his knee. However awkward it might be to go find Dean and Roman for their help at that point, he might have to.

Lanyards (See Sami)

Seth had no idea what lanyards the list was referring to. He might try to tackle that first, just so he could get an idea of what he was supposed to be doing.

Confirm water X class with Roman

"OO' was that guy?"

Seth blinked, hearing voices behind him, in the pool area. The tall guard that had accosted him on his was into the office was talking to someone. Though his voice was muffled, Seth could hear him through the glass easily. He didn't want to turn around and reveal himself, as the lights were on, and so Seth just played dumb, listening intently with his back turned.

"Who?"

"Dark haired guy," the man said. Seth sniffed, it sounded like he was talking to Dolph. To appear busy, he picked up a pen from Hunter's desk and twirled it between his fingers.

"Oh, Seth," Dolph said, lightheartedly. The back of Seth's neck prickled. Ever since he'd heard Dolph talk shit about him on accident, they'd been a little cold. "Hunter's sassy gay friend."

His chest went cold for a moment as the man he didn't know gave a snorting laugh and said something unintelligible. Dolph's words were entirely inappropriate- bordering on some sort of harassment, but Seth kept his cool, feeling his hands began to sweat. Dolph continued on, saying something along the lines of "Used to guard" and "mostly harmless" and the two men walked down the pool deck, moving onto a different conversation. Seth stayed rooted to the spot, bubbling with anger and the desire to call Dolph into the office for a man to man chat. Was Dolph really so stupid as to think that he hadn't heard him?

There didn't seem to be an opportune time to make his exit, but Seth gave himself a few moments before blindly leaving the office. Five steps out, and he was forced to double back for the clipboard, but even he didn't know where he was going. Dolph and the taller guy were on the other side of the pool and didn't even seem to see him, talking to a patron.

"Hey!" Sami piped up as Seth came behind the desk, pulling out the weekly work schedule and tossing the clipboard onto the counter with a flippantly careless thwap. "I got those little keychain things."

"What?" Seth said, unhearing as his gaze went down the list of guards working the pools that day. The usual 9:00-1:00 shift slot showed Dean in P-Pool and Baron opening the adaptive area. The name DREW MCINTYRE was printed large under the lap pool tier and Seth just blinked, wondering what he'd been hoping for.

"Hunter told me you were going to assemble these once we got them in," Sami said, kicking a large cardboard box in his direction which rattled with the noise of plastic packaging. "I can help too. Most of them are in these clear sleeves right now-" Sami held up couple of little inserts, but paused as he seemed to sense Seth's distress. "What's up?"

"It's nothing," Seth lied, shaking his head. A few patrons came in and Sami paused, quickly scanning their membership cards. "Uh… I'll uh… I'll be back in a bit here."

"No prob," Sami said, handing an older man a towel. "I'll take them out of the sleeve things. Should make it easier."

"Thanks man," Seth sighed, walking back through the turnstile without any real plan of action. Why had Dolph felt compelled to say something so offensive? Did he know it was offensive? Honestly, the more Seth thought about it, the more he felt it probably wasn't intentionally malicious. Straight people said all sorts of cringeworthy things about gay people all the time, and Seth had spent most of his teenage years trying to dodge women that seemed over-eager to befriend him when they found out he was gay.

Perhaps it was the use of the word sassy that had particularly grated him. Seth doubled back to the lap pool to grab the catalog off Stephanie's desk with a face set in concentration. As soon as he'd come out as gay in a frenzied emotional fit to his mother, sassy was a word he had begun to loathe. Seemingly overnight, almost everything he did that was remotely antisocial or introverted, his mother referred to as sassy for comedic effect. Everything he did was deemed effeminate, and it aggravated him to no end. To Seth, it seemed obvious that the words were derogatory, but he instantly began to question his own behaviors and mannerisms.

It doesn't matter what they think Seth thought as he left the pool for the second time, purposefully ignoring Drew Mcintyre and Dolph. Hadn't Dolph got him coffee that one time he had to open the pool? Weren't they friends?

There was still some cleaning to do aside from all of Hunter's errands, and Seth decided to reline the trash cans first and work his way around the building to cover his ground. Shinsuke wasn't on the schedule until three, usually when Seth was leaving the building. He could catch Roman literally whenever he wanted to, and so he quickly texted Paige about the fundraiser before Seth worked top down, heading to the adaptive pool.

"Hiya Seth," Finn grinned sweetly, passing him at the utility closet where he was grabbing a new box of trash bags. Seth nodded, trying to smile and pull himself out of his head. "Wha' time are ya workin' the fundraiser tomorrow?"

"Morning shift," Seth said, setting the box on his cart and looking for gloves. "I think they're having me man the gate or something."

"Could barely fine' parking in the lot, what with all da folks out der," Finn mumbled, looking a little tentative about something. Seth looked up as Finn licked his lips, looking a little sheepish. "I was uh, wonderin' if I could ask ya a favor…"

"Yeah?" Seth asked, looking up as Finn blushed, holding up a plastic bag which was stuffed full with a bag pack.

"Urh… I didn' wan' to haff ta ask, it's jus…. Kev made fun of me pretty bad last time and tol' me he wouldn' wash it twice… I spilled coffee on et…" Finn explained. Seth accepted the bag, peering in. "Do you tink you coul' wash it while I'm on da lifeguard stand?"

"Yeah man, no problem," Seth laughed, wondering why Finn was so uptight. "You want me to put it in the breakroom when it's done?"

"If you coul'," Finn beamed. "Thanks Seff!"

With just another item on his list, Seth took the elevator to the top floor and began working his way around AJ and Miz's offices, pointedly hurrying to get away from the two insufferable men. For once, AJ wasn't subjecting the room to obnoxious country-pop music and Miz wasn't on his headset device, talking boisterously. The two men seemed swamped by the fundraiser as well and several stand up displays were resting against the wall of the office, ready to be used the next day.

Baron was on the stand, watching a single kid and what was likely a professional assistant, working with a special needs child. The deck's single trash was barely ever full, and after checking it, Seth made a beeline for the boys locker rooms.

"You want me to check the ladies?" Sasha asked as she came in, watching Seth consolidate several bags as he stood outside the youth locker rooms, arms full.

"Uh, if you got a sec," Seth mumbled. Sasha and Bayley occasionally helped with these sorts of things, but Stephanie wasn't above assisting either, if she was walking down the hall. There were a stange view moments as Seth stood, holding an empty garbage liner as Sasha ducked into the locker room, feeling unaccountable for his mood. As his mind seemed to be paddle-balling back and forth a lot these days, he wondered idly how long he'd have to clean bathrooms before he received his inheritance. Seth knew a six-figure check didn't mean he was better than anyone, but he was getting awfully tired of having dirt in between his fingernails.

Dolph passed through the youth locker room, shaking him from his thoughts and making Seth slightly angry again. Sasha came by to grab another liner and wiggled her eyebrows.

"You okay?" she asked, fluffing up the garbage bag. "You look moody."

"It's my face," Seth grumbled, watching his bleached-blonde coworker traipse down the hall as though nothing was wrong.

"You doing okay though?" Sasha asked, looking at him seriously. Seth knew she was asking because of his grandfather and he just shrugged, wiping the side of his nose with the back of his hand.

"Weird day, I dunno," he admitted. "Don't worry."

Paige texted him back during his break, and Seth went out of his way to avoid Dean. He was still in a weird mood and wanted his space, and although it was hot outside, Seth went on a short walk around the steamy parking lot. There was still a lot of work to be done in the cordoned-off area where rented tents were being erected in preparation for the big day.

Hired workers were sweating in the hot sun and a few were smoking on the outskirts of the parking lot, taking a break. In his mind, Seth could imagine the layout that he had seen on Hunter's computer screen several times. The park would be closed for the day and several food trucks would be parked by the entrance, including the one belonging to the Joe character he'd talked to on the phone. The tents were for a few different outreach programs and White Water's internal programming, like swim lessons and water exercise. Looking out to the farthest corner by the line of trees, Seth was sure the bounce house and kids games were all going to be set up the next morning.

His forehead sweat as he walked, but his knee was feeling good enough to survey the area in a lap, awkwardly waving to the workers and Kevin, who was coming out of the park. As he came around the backside of the tents, Seth could see Hunter at the front, talking on his cellphone.

"Yeah, no, I know, but it's only supposed to be for the morning, so worst case scenario, we'll just be anticipating a bigger crowd in the afternoon." Hunter was saying on the phone. Seth stepped forward, mingling around but trying to appear casual by bringing out his own phone. It wasn't strictly necessary for him to keep checking in with Stephanie and Hunter, but he was feeling sort of fragile and directionless.

"Yeah… I'll uh, I'll catch you tomorrow Shawn, just make sure you've really got that dinner reservation…" Hunter shot Seth a sort of playfully exasperated face as his friend clearly wanted to prolong the conversation. "Yeah brother, you too…"

Seth half smiled as his boss sighed and hung up the phone. They were both sweating in the sun and he was grateful as Hunter gestured for them to walk inside.

"Paige got back to me, she said she can be here tomorrow around eleven." Seth said first, mentally trying to work through the list he'd been given. Still gotta get those chairs and the lanyards… You just want them in your office when they're done? The lanyards?"

"Yeah, that sounds best," Hunter nodded, pocketing his phone and making to get the door for Seth before they could fight over it. "I'll help you with the chairs now if you're ready."

"Sure sure,' Seth said, following Hunter down the stairs at a shuffle. Predictably, they were stopped several times and Seth had to idle behind his boss as all manner of questions were lobbed his way.

"I need to talk to 'ou before the end of de day," Maryse said seriously, looking awkwardly between her boss and Seth, sure in the fact that she wanted privacy.

"When do you leave? Four?" Hunter asked calmly, looking at his watch. "Can you meet me in my office then?"

They were accosted again by a very sun-tinged Sheamus, who was angry with Rusev for being made to work in the direct sunlight.

"I think Aiden had the same complaint," Hunter laughed, Seth watched his boss pat the large ginger haired man on the chest. "We still need to get the rest of those umbrella's put up there for you guys. I'll make sure it gets done after the fundraiser."

"It's like you get stopped every five feet," Seth laughed lightly as they continued on. Hunter just shrugged, turning down his walkie talkie as Tyler requested more towels upstairs.

"That's sort of the idea behind the position we're creating," Hunter explained, flicking on the light in the basement and surveying the large racks of folding chairs, sitting dusty in the corner of the basement storage area. "Stephanie's taking on a lot more outreach work lately and it would be nice to have a more communicative lead staff."

"Well, you know I'm in," Seth said firmly, walking over to where Hunter was pointing at the moving dolly. "I know that I've had… like all that stuff happen. But I'm getting back in the groove of things."

"Good. Life has bad timing sometimes." Hunter said cooly, as though he wasn't talking about something as complicated as a deceased family member. "Knee still healing then?"

"Yeah, uh, I still need to go to the doctor again," Seth mumbled, accepting chairs from Hunter to stow on the dolly. "Waiting… till after the fundraiser. It's been feeling fine and I've been doing the exercises I'm supposed to, so I feel like I can push it a little…"

He felt a little stupid talking about his life to his boss, but Hunter's attention seemed to be the perfect mix of detached and focused to allow Seth to speak. There wasn't much that he really wanted to say, but it felt better than mutely pacing the halls and finishing chores as he usually did. As the two pulled the chairs up the elevator, through the lobby and back outside, Seth wondered if there was really a vocal minority at work that could possibly dislike Hunter and thus similarly dislike him. Dolph had said Hunter's sassy gay friend as though he was also dismissing his boss a little. For a moment, Seth mulled over the possibility of telling his boss what he'd heard, but he sighed, swallowing it down.

"We're still waiting on two tents and the display board," one of the workers explained to Hunter, fixing a work cap over his sweaty hair. "Truck's comin,"

"Will it be here by four?" Hunter asked, slightly annoyed. Seth watched him check his watch and fanned his shirt quickly. Even if he did tell Hunter anything, what the hell could he do about it? The fundraiser was the priority right now.

With the folding chairs crossed off the list, Seth put Finn's backpack in the wash and set Shinsuke's catalog aside at the front desk for when he eventually came in. It was now almost two o'clock, and Seth worked with Sami to begin fixing the keychains to the lanyard strands. Hunter and Stephanie had ordered five hundred little White Water metallic logo keychains that were to be given away with donations to their water safety program.

"There's gunna be an ad in the paper, tons of folks show up," Sami explained, tossing Seth a lanyard clip. "Weather doesn't look great, but that won't stop a lot of people."

"I'll be glad when it's over," Seth yawned, clipping a keychain to a lanyard and tossing it into a box. He knew if he wanted to do his job right, he'd go through and tie the lanyards together in strings of twenty or something, but he was losing his enthusiasm as his fingers grew dry. Sami kept having to pause to check people in and the evening rush was coming on fast with swim lessons. It took Dean clicking his tongue from the turnstile for Seth to notice him. His heart leapt a little and he realized he hadn't seen his boyfriends all day.

"You staying for awhile?" Dean asked, holding his work bag, clearly ready to leave. Seth nodded from his spot on the floor, pointing to the box of lanyards.

"Yeah, that's the plan," he said, not looking at Dean. "Uce can pick you up right?"

"I can stay'n help too," Dean shrugged. "What do you gotta do?"

"It's no big deal," Seth said quickly, not really sure why he was readily refusing help, other than he felt weird around his boyfriends at the moment. If he just stayed at work, he didn't have to go home and have an awkward conversation. Seth could barely remember all the specifics either. Roman's drinking… a sort of filthy house… it hardly seemed important compared to his own problems.

Dean looked to Sami and then to Seth, lost. Seth felt a pang of guilt, but knew he needed some space. From his sprawled out station on the floor behind the counter, Dean couldn't ask him weird questions or physically say goodbye. But Seth knew he couldn't really place his fear in reality as his boyfriend rarely copped a poor attitude in these sorts of situations.

"Mmmmmkay," Dean said simply turning on his heel and heading back toward the turnstile. "You good on dinner then?"

"Yeah, don't worry," Seth said, piping up as Dean's scruffy head began to disappear away on the other side of the counter. "We'll uh… We can maybe hang out after the fundraiser or something tomorrow?"

"Yeah?" Dean said, coming back to the counter and leaning over it. A family skirted around him, clearly slightly annoyed he was in the way. "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise," Seth furrowed his brow a little. Aggravated at any hint of being called a flake. He knew Dean was just teasing him, but he wasn't in a good mood to hear it. His boyfriend raked his knuckles on the counter, thumping the surface before walking off, probably to sit on the chairs by the door. Sure enough, Sami didn't say anything about the interaction for several minutes, likely after Dean had actually left the building.

"Dean seems a lot more cool since you guys have been together," he said simply, setting down the card scanner to grab another lanyard. "I feel like he didn't talk to anyone ever. I mean… he's still pretty goofy, but it's good that he's got you guys."

"Mmmm," Seth hummed, uncrossing his legs. "Maybe I guess… Not like I was here long without dating either of them."

"I just thought Roman was his only friend." Sami explained, nodding to an older woman coming through the door. "Never seemed to like socializing much."

"Was Uce- Uh… Roman any different?" Seth asked, curious. Sami shrugged, thinking hard.

"Maybe… he's probably more relaxed now," Sami smiled. "All three of you guys are sort of weird and grumpy."

"Excuse yourself," Seth said, rolling his eyes. Dolph's words were still rolling around in his head and again, he bit back an anxious re-telling of the overheard conversation. "I have friends away from my boyfriends."

"Yeah you do, I'm just joking," Sami said, surveying the box of still un-connected lanyards. "Jeez, how long did you want to be here?"

"I'll finish it," Seth said tilting his chin so he could see the rest of his work. "Don't worry about it, you don't have to stay."

Shinsuke arrived on time for his evening swim lessons and as he came through the lobby, Seth presented him with the catalog of surfing equipment Hunter had left. For a day of completing mostly tiresome and thankless jobs, Seth was at least glad to see Shinsuke's face light up with excitement, paging through the bright pages full of wetsuits and boards.

"Did… Hunter say?" Shinsuke asked with a heavy accent, accessing his english. "What time? Eh... to Order?"

"Uh, I don't know," Seth said, trying to remember exactly what Hunter had written. "I'm sure after the fundraiser… I think that just came in the mail the other day."

"Kids will love it," Shinsuke said, beaming wide. There was something incredibly infectious about his enthusiasm and Seth smiled too.

"Yeah? That's great," he nodded. "Glad I caught you."

With the noise of swim lessons and children's voices cascading down the hall, Seth pulled the lanyard boxes into the break room so he might have some peace and quiet. Snacking on a bag on Sun Chips that had been abandoned on the table, he yawned a few times, checking on his progress and rolling his shoulders. If he was home right now, Dean would probably be checking on the chickens of knitting and Roman would be doing some dishes or lounging on the couch. At least, that's what they did most days. Seth knew he was probably acting really weird and distant to him, but he was at least glad he had the excuse of his grandfather's passing to allow him some thinking time.

Seth still had to call the estate lawyer and sort through the paperwork his mother had sent. It was so confusing it made his head hurt and there still didn't seem to be an obvious answer to his problems. As he sat in the empty break room and pressed keychains onto the lanyards, Seth wondered if a logical conclusion would arise through the court process or if he was supposed to have something in mind already. If everything he knew about lawyers and property bureaucracy was to be believed, he probably had a little while to think about what he wanted to do.

But still, Seth sighed, feeling hopeless again. If Dean and Roman just didn't want to make the leap with him, he'd have to face that reality. For all the issues he'd ever encountered with being dishonest with Marek and watching that relationship fall apart, Seth had never been thoroughly rejected before. The thought terrified him, and for a few moments, he simply sat, mouthing theoretical conversations to himself.

I love you both a lot, he tongued against his teeth. I feel like we could really do this if we wanted. I don't have anyone else I want to share my life with like that.

Seth jumped as the door opened and a very wet, disheveled looking Finn came in, towel around his neck, looking miserable. As soon as they locked eyes on each other, he laughed a little. Seth blinked.

"Little brot'er fell in da pool," Finn explained, "Probably didn' haff ta' do a whole jump, but the mot'er scared me."

"You're just having a great day, aren't you?" Seth snorted, standing up and feeling his knee pop a little from sitting still. "Your bag is in the laundry room. Did you want-"

"Uh, yeah," Finn nodded, dusting off his head a little.

"Everything okay?" Seth asked for good measure, touching the walkie talkie at his hip. "Someone got it?"

"Oh yeah, it was just a quick t'ing," Finn sighed. "Randy's givin' me sum time."

Seth retrieved Finn's newly cleaned bag and doubled his pace to finish up the lanyard assembly before six-thirty. Eager to leave and get a more substantial dinner, he swore as he remembered the children's face paints, still unaccounted for. Dropping his bag and running around the building, Seth used the service elevator to get to the top floor, checking Miz's office cabinets before looking elsewhere. The container in question was supposed to be some blue-lidded rubbermaid with little paint palettes specifically for face painting. If he found them, Seth was supposed to put them with the other kid's area boxes that were stacked in the corner of P-Pool. Looking outside through the window, more displays and tables had been erected before the sun was due to set.

After twenty minutes of searching, and enlisting the help of Bayley and Sasha, Seth was sure that whatever container Hunter had been describing had passed into non-existence. They checked the party room, the basement, the storage rooms on each floors and even behind the front desk, but there wasn't any face paints. Annoyed, but mostly just exhausted of being at work, Seth tapped his foot, trying to think.

"They wouldn't be in the park you don't think?" Bayley tried, surveying all of the lanyards Seth had pieced together over the course of the day. "Maybe they all dried up and someone through them away."

"If I buy more, Hunter can reimburse me," Seth sighed, pulling out his phone. His mouth twitched, realizing he had a text in the group chat he shared with Dean and Roman. Ignoring it, he opened Google, trying to think of a store that might have face paints.

"Most places are probably closed," Sasha said, pulling out her own phone and pulling a face. A group of swim team kids came by and she flattened herself against a wall. Seth felt guilty, his friends were ready to go and had their bags on their shoulders but were idling around on his account. The only art store that was open was south of Disney World and Seth didn't want to go to a grocery store and buy a low-quality product that wouldn't work.

"Okay though, I have to be here at 8:30 tomorrow…" Sasha began, looking at Bayley thoughtfully. "I could run to the store by my place… they'll be open at 8 and I could get stuff for me and Xavier to use."

"Could you?" Seth asked, fully ready to hug Sasha if he meant he could be finished working for the day. "That would be… perfect."

"You owe me a cool hangout night," Sasha said smartly. "I wanna go bowling or something. Maybe a movie."

"Absolutely, whatever you want," Seth said, nodding hard and picking up his box of lanyards again. "Just save your receipt and I'll get you cash back."

"Sweet!" Bayley said, happy to see the issue resolved. The girls waved as Seth shuffled as fast as he could to put the finished lanyards in Hunter's office and finally clock out. "Bye Seth! See you tomorrow!"

"Bye girls!" Seth said loudly on his way out. His whole body felt like it was priming to shut down, relieved of duty, desperate to sink into a few hours of rest before he was back again, bright and early.

The lap pool was fairly busy as he walked in and set the box on the floor of Hunter's office. Standing in the dimly lit room, he pulled out his bright phone to see exactly what he'd been sent. Two hours ago, Roman had asked How late will u be over there? Seth felt a little guilty, like he should have told them upfront in the group chat how long he would be, but he honestly hadn't known.

Heading home now he sent, stomach grumbling. It would be a lot to assume that Roman had kept anything warm for him, but Seth would have been appreciative if that was the case.

Of the three of them, Seth was the only one that had to work really early the next day. Dean had the second shift and Roman was more or less beholden to the same job he always worked, which was just his regular group exercise class. Mentally, Seth reminded himself to tell Roman that he was supposed to confirm the class with Hunter and do some stupid intro about the importance of donating to the fundraiser. Turning the key in his ignition, Seth shook his head hard, trying to just clear his head of work crap now that he was off the clock. He didn't really expect to come home and have a long talk or a stupid fight or anything outrageous, but Seth was starting to realize how disconnected he felt from the present. Driving through the city to get home, it was like he had no short term memory, nothing rooting him to the reality of him sitting in his car, turning the steering wheel and signaling for turns. Everything was in the future, and looking in the mirror, Seth thought his face looked sort of discolored and patchy, like his beard was short but growing in weird directions.

The house was dark and the Jeep was gone as Seth approached, feeling anxious again. Inside, Kevin was barking eagerly, but Seth paused as he imagined what he might see inside. What if Roman was passed out on the couch again? What if Dean was avoiding them both? It was nearly dark outside now and the air was sticky, not really prime biking hours.

But as Seth came inside, he realized he was fully alone. All of the lights were off and although the house wasn't quite the filthy mess of dirty dishes and drink containers, the garbage was a little overflowing and stinky. Kevin had already been fed, and Seth licked his lips, wondering what he was expecting.

We went out, there are noodles in the fridge was written on a note in Roman's neat handwriting. There was a little heart under it, which Seth guessed meant that no one was actually mad at him. Why hadn't they bothered to ask him about it? Did they just assume that he didn't want to go out?

Truthfully, Seth was in no mood to go out and he toed out of his shoes and let his hair out of it's bun for good measure. The house was humming with central air and the new refrigerator shone bright as he opened it, examining the buttered noodles left behind. As he spooned the contents into a bowl, Seth was struck by how empty he felt again, without any task left to do.

Am I depressed? He thought, walking to the sliding door to let Kevin outside. He knew he was being ridiculous if he was going to be lonely without his boyfriend's for a single night, especially after Seth had opted to see Cesaro the previous day. There wasn't anyone to talk to, so Seth undid his lips and again, practiced conversations on the open air.

"I don't want to do any of this." he said, not really knowing exactly what he was talking about. The inheritance seemed obvious, but the buttered noodles whirring in the microwave were also rather unappetizing. "Everyone should know that I can't deal with this."

The microwave beeped and he stared for almost another minute before he took it out to stir it again. Feeling dramatic and wishing he could just snap out of it, Seth strode to the living room and grabbed a pillow. He pressed it to his face and screamed as loud as he could manage with one breath, rubbing his beard on the upholstery and screwing up his face with a yell that nearly tore up his vocal chords. Another breath, another long yell and he felt light headed, standing up straight and hearing Kevin scratching at the door, apparently disturbed.

"You're fine," Seth snorted, striding to the door to let his dog in again and stooping to pet the little Yorkie. "You've got it the best Kev, don't take it for granted."

#ttr #fic #to the rescue

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