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[roxtron]

Day 5: Rabbit, Reclaim

AGJGDFJF FINALLY IT'S DAY 5 SO I CAN POST THIS

For some reason everytime i draw him he looks so young because i'm accidentally overcorrecting since i'm used to drawing older characters. So unfortunately he looks way younger than i meant him to lol, whoops.

But wait there's more- AHAHAHA

While I did initially plan this for GGY week I eventually got the idea to use this as an excuse to draw other GGY designs, soo..

(Not sure why tumblr formatted it that way with 1 of them big but it doesn't matter lol)

I've been wanting to do this for a while, I put the tags of each person next to their design but ofc I'm still gonna tag them in the post itself so you can see their art for yourself if you haven't already. But I enjoyed each of these in their own ways so if you don't mind I think I'm gonna type a bit of text next to them..

@chipistrate This was one of the first I drew out of these, the design was pretty fun to draw but sorry if I messed up a few details, it was a bit difficult lol. The mask and goggles are really fun to draw and they make for a cool design, along with all the glowing blue. (and yes, I tried to subtly include the heelies lol)

@lunzi0 This was the first fursuit one I did lol. I adore the little stars in the design, they personalize it so well and make it really unique. I wanna try this design again since I feel like the other ones show my improvement a bit better, but I hope you can appreciate the effort I put in on my first attempt <3

@carouselrabbit This one was really fun to draw, I absolutely love the eye shape/lashes, it stands out and I always love drawing eyes with a bit of eyeliner lol, the daycare theme legwarmers is a cool nod to the balloon boy arcade machine being connected to them, and was just a fun addition in general lol, I like the style of legwarmers what can I say, fnaf changed my fashion sense a bit. also the subtle paraells to freddy's design is a nice way to connect a bit to gregory himself.

@puhpandas I can't remember if I talked about this design last time I drew it but, overall I'm really happy with how this came out, it's such an indicator of improvement since I started drawing this and I'm glad I was able to draw it better than last time lol. All the patchwork and similarities to Vanny's suit work really well, and the rabbit you chose to base it off of was a good fit, the colors make it a bit more difficult to shade for but i like detail lol, hope you like it too :)

@dykevanny I knew I wanted to do this since I started but I wasn't sure if I'd have time, and I'm glad I did! I hope you don't mind I combined aspects from the first design I saw and the second one you replied to my ask with, I liked the big purple sleeves lol. (I just realized after doing all the shading I forgot to include the oil splatter on his jacket, sorry!) It was definitely a bit difficult due to the head shape being so different but.. fluffy. i love drawing fluff. And the glowing swirl on the goggles, the shape of the ears, I love a lot about this design. :D

I have a hard time with writing compliments but I wanted to get some of those thoughts out, some of the things I like about these designs apply to multiple lol. I adore every one of these designs but I find it hard to put into words what I enjoy about them, hope the original creators are happy with these. <3

I also kept the ggys without as much lighting effects on a separate file, I felt like I should add them since they're a bit brighter lol, makes them look different.

Okay now that I've gotten all that- Sorry this post is so long! I didn't think it'd end up taking up so much space lol. Buut.. working on this drawing and thinking about it and potential context behind it gave me an au idea for it, but I'll put it under the cut since I understand most people probably won't care and just wanna see the drawings lol.

Idk if I'm confident enough to write for it but I'll give a bit of a summary.. I'll keep it under the cut for people who aren't interested and just wanna see the art though lol.

After the main events of SB and Ruin, now that the mimic's been set free, Cassie's taken control of by what's left of Vanny, using her as a new host. But with Cassie being the only human left alive down there, after being reawakened, Dr. Rabbit has nowhere left to go but back to his old host.

Vanessa, Freddy, and Gregory hadn't gone back to the Pizzaplex after ruin, but they were trying to figure out a plan to get Cassie back safely. One night after Freddy and Gregory disappear, Vanessa leaves to go find them. As dangerous as the pizzaplex is, it's her best guess for where they might've gone. She doesn't want to think about what could've happened to them, in denial for the worst case scenario. She tries to keep herself calm by telling herself they probably just left to go back for Cassie, maybe they didn't want her stopping them.. but deep down she knows it can't be that simple. She knows something's off, even if she's not ready to admit it.

When returning to the pizzaplex, she brought along her own V.A.N.N.I. mask, though unlike the one Cassie used, it was clear of the mimic's influence. After all, she was going to need some way to travel through potential blocked routes.

By the time she found Gregory, she'd still been wearing the mask, seeing him down the end of a dark hallway. He looked confused, afraid, his mind was a wreck of conflicting emotions. She started rushing towards him, happy to see him okay, until he finally spoke.

"You need to get out of here."

She stepped back, taking off the mask, only to be faced with the worst case scenario.

It was a wreck, covered in stains and tears, but it was still recognizable. He was wearing that old suit again.

As he waved, she could see Freddy's claws peeking out from the doorway, as the two stepped closer towards her.

So, she did what he told her to do, and started running. She could hear a faint voice coming from the mask, and put it back on before finding somewhere she could hide.

It was his voice again, telling her which way to go.

I guess that was the dramatic way to summarize the main idea behind it, lol. Basically Gregory and Dr. Rabbit work the way Sun and Moon work in Ruin, whichever one is in control in the real world, the other is left behind in the AR world. Or at least that's my interpretation of how they worked, considering Sun was always in mask-on scenes and moon was mask-off. I'm not too sure where the plot might go from there, and maybe I'll consider writing for it, I dunno. I've never wrote fanfic before because I get deadly afraid of writing them out of character lol, but maybe?? I have ideas for scenes and premise and stuff but I don't know if I have the confidence to write it.

But anyway! That was just more of a fun side-idea I came up with while working on this, if you read this far thanks, hope you enjoyed :)

here's some silly little lineless doodles as a reward for making it to the end hehe

now that's what I call an art dump

@ggyweek2024

[brainmaniaman]

2019 Kia Soul (Bertholdt Hoover/Reader Smut)

PAIRING: Bertholdt Hoover/Reader, mentions of Eren Yeager/Reader AU: my own personal toxic!roommate eren/reader/stoner bertholdt hoover au PLOT LINE: your toxic roommate eren has been telling everyone that you've been official for nearly a month now, despite only having what you thought to be casual hookups. you decide it's in best practice to flex your freedom as a single woman and fuck one of his friends. bertholdt was always nicer to you, anyways. BACKGROUND: basically . . . like my friend and i came up with a toxic eren / reader alternate universe but i am too lazy to actually put it into an actual cohesive storyline so i'm just going to make different works of fiction and put it in the same cinematic universe ig. idk my friend basically said "i feel like bertholdt would have so much anxiety in a modern au that he'd self-medicate with marijuana and become a major pothead" and like, idk i fell in love with it. i literally do not care if you don't like toxic eren because he is the love of my life and that's just how it be. there's actually a cohesive storyline it'll come together somehow it's just not in sequential order. TAGS/WARNINGS: NSFW, recreational drug use, sex while high, reader is definitely topping bertholdt i'm not sorry, car sex, dry grinding, top!fem reader, bottom!bertholdt, light toxic! eren/reader, lots of exposition WORD COUNT: 5,436

JANUARY 23RD, 2021

Even though you loved Historia, you hated parties. It wasn't that you thought you were better parties - in fact, you could see why people enjoyed them. Even so, there was something about the noise and the strobe vicious lighting that assaulted your eyes. Despite this, Historia's parties were always incredibly fun - something about the overall vibe of her parties was excellent simply based on the fact that they weren't normal. Sure, the atmosphere was normal. Drunk people still stumbled and fumbled all over the lawn, laughing as they danced and toppled over each other. It was no different inside, either. All sorts of people stumbled up and down the large bannister inside of a very large home. (One might even call it a mansion, but for some reason - you hated the word mansion. It just felt pretentious. )The only difference? Everyone was dressed to the absolute nines. Those who weren't in suits or small dresses were in outfits branded with all sorts of designer logos - some so high-end that you couldn't even recognize them. In all honesty, it felt like something ripped straight out of The Great Gatsby. For a second, you surveyed your surroundings. Despite it only being 10pm, you could already pinpoint a few people who were passed out in the front yard. "(Name) -" Historia had practically bound down the front steps of her home, waving at you with a big smile. Trailing lazily behind her was her girlfriend Ymir, who defied the dress code of the party by simply wearing jeans and a nice top, with her hands shoved in her pockets. "So good to see you!" A few guys dressed in very nice, but now very crumpled, suits pushed past the three of you, though only made it a few steps before leaning over to hurl. "Wonderful . . ." you muttered to yourself. "Good to see you, too" You leaned down and exchanged a hug with Historia. For a second, you and Ymir shared a tense moment - but both of you relented, simply nodding in each other's direction. Given that the two of you had a somewhat intense relationship, one that was characterized by constant banter and quips, simply acknowledging each other's existence without bursting into flames was a great step in the right direction for the both of you. "You look good!" Historia complimented the very tiny red dress and very high heels you donned. "Thanks." was your short response, unsure of how exactly to proceed with the conversation. What else were you supposed to say? There was a silent pause. "Look - there's Armin!" Historia broke the silence, desperately grasping for any form of conversation. She raised herself onto her toes, waving at Armin above the crowd. Armin waved back cheerfully, uncharacteristically happy to be at the party; perhaps it was because he was content being surrounded by his friends. "And don't forget (Name)'s boyfriend, Eren" You almost choked on your spit. "Excuse me?" You interjected, your head creaking in Ymir's direction, clearly in a state of shock and disbelief. "Your boyfriend, Eren." Ymir repeated, this time slower - as though you were stupid. "I don't know what you see in that asshole, though" You turned your head towards Eren, who stood several feet away from you, seemed clearly pleased - you could tell by the way that the corners of his mouth turned upwards in a slight smirk. He even had the audacity to send you an arrogant little wave, his fingers wriggling playfully. I'm - you thought, I'm going to suffocate him in his sleep - "Oh, hush" Historia interrupted, "You don't know what their relationship is like - besides, Eren isn't all the bad. I'm sure the two of you have quite an interesting dynamic going on between you . . ." Ymir scoffed at Historia's comment, ". . . one that isn't any of our business!" ". . . right, because Eren is the world's best boyfriend. . ." Ymir wasn't convinced. For a bit, you were too stunned to speak - but after the three of you fell into another uncomfortable

silence, the anger radiating from you being so thick that you could cut it with a knife, you finally spoke up. "Who . . . who the fuck did you hear that shit from?" You were livid. "Whoever told you that . . . was a fucking idiot and you're a dumbass for believing it" "Woah, what the fuck?" Ymir responded quickly, "I don't know who you think you're talking to, but it's sure as hell not me. Why don't you take a couple steps and calm the fuck down? Eren told everyone last month's game night at my place that you two had been at it for a while and were now a thing. Maybe if you actually came to a game night, you'd know what the fuck is going on -" "Ymir." Historia breathed out a word of caution, a slight edge in her voice. "That's not -" "For Christ's sake, Historia? You're just gonna let her talk shit like that? Man, fuck this - I'm not going to sit around and let someone talk to me like this, I'm going inside." It wasn't like Ymir to leave Historia's side, but the reality was that she was beyond pissed; that and she had the confidence that Historia would follow shortly after - which she was right about. "I'm sorry" Historia let out a flurry of apologies. "We all thought it was kind of weird, given how tough your housing situation is . . ." "No," You responded sheepishly, "I should apologize . . . I shouldn't have lashed out like that" You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. "I should probably apologize to . . ." "Now probably isn't the best time . . . maybe later?" Historia answered honestly. You nodded a bit, the palm of your hand still resting on the back of your neck. "I don't want to leave you here alone, but . . ." You were about to interrupt Historia and tell her that you would fare fine, but her expression seemed to light up a bit as she saw Armin approaching. "Oh, perfect - Armin is this way! I'll let you two talk a bit while I go see where Ymir went off to . . . talk to you soon!" "Talk to you soon . . ." "Hey!" Now you were face to face with Armin, who was beaming straight at you, only looking away for a split second to exchange a quick hello with Historia once moer. However, his smile faded a bit when he noticed the frown that was curling at your lips. ". . . are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm uh . . . fine" You were scratching nervous rash into the back of your neck by now, "I like your new haircut. It looks nice on you." "You think so?" Armin ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it around a bit, though was clearly happy with the compliment. "Eren suggested it . . . said my hair was getting too long . . . kind of ironic, considering his hair is so long he keeps it in a bun - right?" "Right . . . right . . ." You trailed off a bit. You wet your dry bottom lip with your tongue, clearly uncomfortable. "So, uh . . . speaking of Eren . . . did he, uh . . . he hasn't said anything about us being like, a thing or anything right?" What little smile was left on Armin's face completely disappeared. "Uh - you're not dating?" "Nooo . . ." You drawled out the o's, so embarrassed that you couldn't even make eye contact with him. ". . . well, this is awkward." Armin pinched the bridge of his nose. As far as he had been concerned, both you and Eren had been dating for nearly a month now. "Yeah . . . it is. It's just . . . well, he said at the group game night that you two were . . . you know, a thing, and . . . well, we just assumed because the two of you live together and you're . . . well, you know . . . you've -" "Had sex?" Armin's face turned red at your statement. "Well, yeah - but that was a mistake on our part." "Clearly." He was growing increasingly more nervous. "I - I'm sorry" Armin sputtered out, wringing his hands together in front of him. "It's not your fault." "I know - but -" Armin pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead, clearly very stressed out. " - I'll fix it. Just

stay here."

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You did not stay in your place. In fact, mere seconds after Armin had disappeared into the crowd to find his friend and sort out this awful situation, you found yourself awfully angry, bored, and alone - and there was nobody around you to take your mind off the fact that your roommate wasn't only an asshole but he was also a liar. Of course, that was before you saw a very familiar figure huddled over the fence at the edge of the property, holding in his hand what was very clearly a blunt. Much like Ymir, he was very casually dressed - except unlike Ymir, he hadn't even bothered wearing a nice shirt with his jeans . . . simply his standard, oversized, blue sweater with the white collar of his shirt folded over the edges. Excitement bubbled in your stomach at the sight of Bertholdt - someone you actually liked. "Hey - Bert - !" You were waddling in your heels over to him, desperately trying to keep your heels from sinking into the dirt, "Don't finish that blunt! Save some for me!" He looked over his shoulder, his eyes locking with yours. For a second, it seemed like he didn't recognize you. You tripped over your heels, stumbling forward. It wasn't until he caught you, hoisting you up by the elbows back onto your feet, that he realized who you were. Bertholdt's gaze moved from your eyes to your chest and his face exploded red before he respectfully shot his eyes in a separate direction out of sheer panic. "Don't be stingy -!" You exclaimed, pointing your index finger to your lips, "Put the damn thing between my lips! I know you keep like, an ounce on you at all times - so you can miss me with that but this is my last joint shit" Bertholdt seemed beside himself by your sudden demands. For a second, it even took him quite a bit to process what the hell you were even saying. "Eh -?" "Are you too high to understand me?" You teased. "Weed. Lips. Now." "I don't know . . . last time you smoked, you didn't seem too good . . ." Bertholdt responded slowly. You frowned at the comment. He wasn't wrong. The last time he had seen you smoke, which was the first time you had ever smoked, you had become a bit paranoid and out of it - reacting rather adversely to the weed. However, you and your special roommate had become quite frequent smokers. "Well, the last time you saw me smoke was the first time I had ever smoked in my life. It's been a month since then, and I've smoked more since then. Also, last time I was drinking and smoking - a lethal combination, you know." The irritation in your voice was quite obvious. The last thing you wanted right now was to be judged by someone. Bertholdt grew somewhat anxious, growing more nervous and anxious as he became increasingly more aware of your frustration. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to, uh -" Bertholdt scratched the side of his face uncomfortably. "Offend you . . ." Now that he wasn't hunched over you and his shoulders were pulled back, it was apparent just how much taller he was than you. "Well, I suppose if you promise not to drink . . . I can let you smoke" He offered you a rather meek smile as he tried to crack a joke. Once he could tell you had received the joke well, his shoulders relaxed a bit. Once more, he leaned against the fence - adjusting himself down to your height. "Here -" He held the blunt in front of you. Without second-guessing, you leaned forward - wrapping your lips around the end of the blunt tightly and taking a few puffs. Bertholdt grew silent - his cheeks flaring a bright red. "You know, I don't know why you do that?" You pulled back, coughing up a bit of smoke. "Do what?" "You don't grab your own blunt, like -" He brought the end of it back to his own lips, finishing off the end of it. He dropped it into the dirt, smudging it out with the toe of his shoe. "- you just smoke it straight from someone's hand. And by someone's hand, I mean -" He wanted to finish his comment with Eren's

hand - but the sharp look in your eye warned him not to. "It's just, you know - you act strong, and in many respects you are . . . but you know, for someone who claims that they don't rely on anyone - you sure rely on someone a lot -" "I didn't know you liked to get into other people's fucking business when you're high -" "Hey, hey, hey -" Bertholdt held his hands up in defense, as though he were trying to pump the breaks, "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Relying on someone isn't bad. I rely on Reiner and Annie regularly . . ." He bent his neck backwards, his lips parting in the cold air as his adam's apple slid up and down his throat a bit nervously. ". . . we're not meant to be alone or anything. But, I should say . . . you might want to find better people to rely on, you know?" "We're not the same" You blurted out in the spur of the moment. There was an awkward pause of silence. Man, it seemed like tonight was full of awkward pauses. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to come off like a bitch . . . like, you can depend on whoever you want just . . . don't go projecting your shit on me, okay? That's between you and your friends." You turned your head away from him, watching as strobe lights lit the night sky. "You can be dependent on whoever you want . . . I'm just not like that." It was a lie, of course. You depended on people more than anything. Eren, your next door neighbors Erwin and Levi, Armin, Mikasa . . . you just hated to admit it. "Alright" Bertholdt laughed out loud, "So you come over here and demand me to share my weed and you can't even pretend to go along with what I have to say? I see how it is" He jested, nudging you in your side lightly. Relaxing a bit, you let out your own laugh. "I'm a bit uptight, aren't I?" Bertholdt made a small gesture with his thumb and index finger. "Just a little bit" "It's okay, you can say a-lot-a-bit" You poked your tongue out from in between your lips, the familiar pressure of the high building up in the front of your head. A few moments of silence passed by as both you and Bertholdt watched strangers stumble by, tripping over their laces. "So are you . . . actually dating Eren? When we first met, you and Eren didn't seem to be exactly on . . . the same page . . . you know?" You let out a hefty sigh. He felt like he was walking on eggshells. "Well -" you began to answer his question honestly, but were interrupted by a few girls in the distance whispering. "What the hell is he wearing? Is he seriously wearing that sweater at a fucking party? Isn't that the guy who hangs out on campus and drinks monster like, every day?" Bertholdt pulled at the collar of his shirt, as though he were trying to relieve the choking feeling that was building in his throat. "And what about that girl next to him?" the other one chimed in, "Isn't that the girl that like, got so fucked at a party everyone had to leave and go home?" "Isn't she supposed to be Eren's girlfriend?" the first one scoffed, "What's she doing hanging out with some other guy what a -" "What a what?!" You let out a loud holler, practically ready to throw hands, "Come on! Finish the damn sentence -!" You were about to speak out more until you felt Bertholdt's hand grip gently at your upper arm, tugging you in the opposite direction. "Let's go sit in my car. It's quieter - which will probably make it a better place to talk about . . . you know, this whole debacle"

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Sitting in the passenger's seat, you couldn't help but squirm a little bit. "You didn't strike me as the kind of guy that drove a 2019 Kia Soul" You spoke, leaning your chair back as far as possible. "What did you expect? A 1999 Honda Civic?" "I mean . . ." You trailed off a bit, "Yeah . . . you know, it's a classic stoner car." "So you're stereotyping me?" He laughed, leaning over and opening the glover compartment. He pulled out the fake bottom, revealing a few more pre-rolled blunts underneath it. "Jesus - how much do you smoke?" You inquired, somewhat surprised. "A lot. And you would, too, if you lived the life I did." "Someone's moody." "I'm just being honest" He retorted, placing the pre-rolled blunt between his lips. For a second, the only sound that filled the air was the steady clicking of his lighter as he struggled to light the end of it. Upon finally lighting it, Bertholdt reached beside him - pulling at the seat's lever and sliding himself all the way back. As he puffed on the end of the blunt, smoke began to accumulate and fill the entire car. "You know, during moments like these, I wish I had a sunroof." "So everyone can smell the weed coming out of your car?" You asked sarcastically. He turned his head to face you, his eyebrows furrowing. When you squinted, you could see the red lining the whites of his eyes - indicating just how high he was climbing. "No, so I can see the stars." He answered bluntly. "I would have never guessed." He chuckled. "So . . . you aren't actually dating Eren?" Bertholdt asked, passing the blunt over to you. "No." You took the blunt from his hand, holding it between your index finger and thumb before bringing it to your lips. "In all honesty . . . I don't blame anyone for not asking you. To go around lying about dating someone . . . you'd have to be . . ." Bertholdt coughed as more smoke began to accumulate in the car, ". . . well . . ." "Insane?" You finished his sentence. "Yeah." More silence filled the air as the two of you passed the blunt between each other until he finally reached its bitter end. Bertholdt finished the end of the blunt, as you weren't a big fan of the way the last little bits of weed mixed with ash made your throat burn, before putting it out in the ashtray he kept in the car. "It wouldn't surprise me if he was a clinical psychopath" Bertholdt said. He paused for a second, staring up at the ceiling. The silence became deafening again as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought, his hands folded over his abdomen. "Are psychopaths the ones who don't have feelings? Or are those sociopaths?" Bertholdt appeared genuinely confused. "I can't remember." "Fuck if I know." You shrugged. "A sunroof would be pretty cool . . ." Your gaze lazily slid from looking outside of the passenger's window to staring directly at Bertholdt. "Either way, he's a complete mental case . . . hasn't really been the same since . . ." He squinted, ". . . since that thing in his life happened. But he wasn't always like this, you know - and he's not really a bad guy. Just . . . has a lot of baggage. He used to be really nice, just very angry and loud. Now he's just . . . very angry and quiet. Don't know what clicked in his brain." "Can we change the subject?" You asked, "This talk about Eren is really ruining my high." "Oh. Uh. Yeah. Sorry." His movements and statements were slow, primarily from the weed. Turning on his side, Bertholdt stared rather intently at you. "What are you looking at?" You asked him rather lazily. "You got -" Bertholdt reached his large hand out, gently pressing his index finger underneath your eye without a thought, "An eyelash." He also took the time to tuck a few stray hairs of yours behind your ear. You could feel your body temperature rise.

"Uh . . ." Bertholdt was beginning to panic a bit, suddenly aware of what exactly he had just done. "Sorry . . . I just . . ." He swallowed hard, suddenly jerking onto his back again and stared at the ceiling - his arms rigid at his sides. "I shouldn't have -" "When's the last time you had sex?" You asked bluntly. "E-Excuse me?" "That was really blunt. I'm sorry. It's just, you seem constantly anxious, which is ironic considering how much weed you smoke. Isn't weed supposed to relax you?" "Well, it does . . . most of the time. But

sometimes it can cause a bit of paranoia, you know . . . but for the most part, it kind of helps not think about some of the things that stress me out . . . but that's . . . that's not really important . . ." "I can fuck you, if you want. Like friends do." "L-Like friends do?!" Bertholdt practically choked. "Friends fuck? - I don't think -" "You can say no, if you want. I just thought I'd ask you because I thought it'd relieve you of some of the anxiety." A few months ago, you wouldn't have thought to ask a question this bold. However, in your string of hookups with Eren - you had learned firsthand that sex could be rough and even emotionless. But you imagined that with Bertholdt, it'd be different. For starters, the two of you actually got along - and he was nice to you. And if someone was nice to you, then you were nice back - right? And what was nicer than sex? You probably needed therapy. "Look honestly . . ." He was staring intently up at the ceiling now, squinting, "I'd love to . . . I mean I feel comfortable with you, I like talking to you, we get along . . . but . . ." He became a bit more nervous. How did someone even say that they were a virgin? It made him uncomfortable. "I haven't - you know - like I've done bits - but not -" Bertholdt let out a sign of defeat. "You probably think I'm a loser . . ." "No, I don't think -" "Oh, God!" Bertholdt propped himself up on his elbows, becoming increasingly more frantic as something in his brain seemed to click. "I don't want you to think that I brought you to my car just for sex! Please don't think of me like that - ! I'd never take advantage of someone -" "Hu?" You asked, raising a lethargic eyebrow, "Uh - no. I don't think that you're the type of guy to take advantage of anyone. I was the one who asked you" You were struggling to crawl over the console now, fumbling a bit. Bertholdt's hands came out to grab you by the elbows in order to give you better balance. Once you found your equilibrium, you pulled yourself over into his seat - straddling him. "You're just -" You dipped your head downwards, brushing your nose against his. "You're overthinking it. Don't overthink it." "Oh . . . okay . . ." He laid on his back, looking up at you. Anxiety dripped on his face and he couldn't help but reach upwards, resting his hand on the side of your face. "I just . . . I don't want this to be a high mistake, you know? Like I don't want this to be something where you have sex with me because you're upset. I don't want to be your mistake" "You -" Your dress was hitched up to your thigh now and when you shifted against his dick, he couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan. "- you're not a mistake" Your breath fanned against his face and he could feel his heartrate quickening in his chest. Tilting your head, you leaned forward - placing a very gentle kiss to his lips. - When your lips met his, Bertholdt felt as though a fire had been lit in his stomach. It took him a second to adjust, but soon he was lifting his head upwards - both hands on the side of your face as he returned the kiss with the same fervor. His hands slowly moved from the sides of your face, to your neck, and very hesitantly gripped at your ass. When his long, thin, fingers did grip at your ass, you couldn't help but grind down against his hardening dick in response. In all honesty, this wasn't how he planned on losing his virginity. In fact, he always somewhat hoped and assumed that the first time he had sex, it would be with Annie in a really nice hotel room after a few months of dating. But this? This was pretty fucking great, too. Your hands gripped at his face, pushing him back down in the chair as you slowly slipped your tongue between his lips, using it to push against his own tongue before biting the bottom of his lip and pulling it gently between your teeth before letting it ping back into place. The man looked obviously starstruck by the mere fact you were even touching

him. Your hips, which sat heavy on him, pushed downwards slowly and rocked. His breath hitched in his throat as you rocked against his dick, which was growing uncomfortably hard in his jeans. Instinctively, he rolled his hips against you - albeit a bit awkward and clunky. Is this really happening? he thought to himself. Man, Reiner was not going to believe this - and if he did, he was going to absolutely lose his shit. Your fingers trailed up underneath his shirt, trickling against his skin - causing him to shudder. Small gasps, sighs, and moans left his lips as you continued to grind against him. Dipping your head downwards, you stole another kiss - swallowing his moans in your own mouth. Soon, you broke the kiss - taking the time to drag your tongue down the right side of his neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin. When your mouth hit the crook of his neck, your lips latched themselves onto the skin - sucking and biting the same spot as you continued to grind down into him - the only thing separating you being the fabric of your very thin panties and his jeans. "Christ -" He breathed out. This man was going to go crazy. Soon, you became impatient and unzipped his pants, struggling a bit to push his jeans down. "Here -" He exclaimed excitedly, "Let me help -!" Bertholdt had lifted his hips a bit, shimmying his pants down his hips slightly but quickly became incredibly self-conscious when he realized that his dick was hard and pressing against his boxers. You palmed his dick, rubbing your hand gently in a back and forth motion against him. Bertholdt let out a moan that was so guttural, it startled him. "I bet you'd feel wonderful inside of me" You cooed. His face turned red and he turned his head away in embarassment. You captured his chin in your right hand, your left hand still palming him. "Look at me." You breathed out, "I want to see every expression you make." Bertholdt's eyebrows furrowed together with embarrassment as his lips parted involuntarily, his chest rising and falling at an accelerated rate. You couldn't help but mimic the mouth movements he was making, your mouth forming into various shapes as his did. "Keep eye contact with me." You breathed out. You were pushing down his boxers down, now, bringing them down to his upper thighs. Your eyes slid down to look at him. His dick was very clearly larger than average. Despite being long, it was fairly average in girth - cautioning on the skinnier side. It was only half-erect, pre-cum dripping from the tip, which seemed to fluster him even more. "I'm sor-" "Let me help" You interjected. Gently, you wrapped your hand around his cock - your hand gliding from the its base to the top. When your thumb gently rolled against the tip of his dick, his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. He was wriggling and shimmying beneath you as you continued to stroke at his cock. "Good boy" Your purred. He wasn't sure what it was about good boy but something about it drove him wild. His fingers curled against the palms of his hands before stretching outwards. As you used your free hand to move some hair from his forehead, Bertholdt nervously reached his hand up, letting it hover over your breast. "Can I -" "You can touch me." Hesitantly, Bertholdt pushed the strap of your dress down underneath your breasts and let gripped at the flesh, the entirety of his hand covering your entire breast. Nervously, his index finger and thumb pinched and pulled at your nipple. You couldn't help but moan yourself. "you . . ." Bertholdt found himself growing more confident, ". . . like that?" "Christ -" You breathed out, "I want to ruin you -" His dick grew fully erect in your hand at your statement.

"I'm gonna -" With your free hand, you began to work your underwear off your body. Eager to help rid you of your panties, Bertholdt helped guide the fabric off of you as well. You guided the tip of his cock to your entrance, "Are you ready - don't want to back out or anything?" "Back out?!" Bertholdt exclaimed, almost desperate, "God, no - please don't stop - " That was confirmation enough for you. When you lowered yourself onto him, Bertholdt leaned his head back. The hand stuff? That was pretty great. But this? Being inside of her felt so good he was pretty sure he could base an entire religion around how fantastic your slick pussy felt around his hard dick. As you slid up and down against him, Bertholdt let out small whimpers and whines - his hands gripping at your hips almost desperately. "You're so pretty -" He whimpered out, "You feel so good - keep going . . . please." Bertholdt's whimpers only encouraged you to bounce up and down faster, the sounds of how slick and wet both of you were filling the car alongside his whimpers, moans, and pleas for you to keep going. His hips rolled upwards to meet your in a way that was clunky and awkward, but cute nonetheless. Your fingers curled around the side of his neck, gripping his flesh gently. Surprisingly, he found that he enjoyed the way your small hands curled around his neck. In many ways, it made him feel like a toy beneath you meant to be used for your pleasure only - and admittedly, he liked that. When you squeezed his neck gently, he couldn't help but sputter a bit. Soon, you found your fingers slipping into his mouth - his sliding and wrapping around the appendages, sucking on them without a second thought.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing everything in. The heavy high that kept him rooted on his back made it more excellent. As he continued to climb his high, his brain clouded by both pleasure and the extreme amounts of dopamine from his high, Bertholdt ran his hands over your body, pushing your dress further up your body. His heavy hand gripped at every bit of skin he could and you groaned as his hand ran up your abdomen.

"Sex while high feels like watching TV in 4K" You breathed out. He couldn't help but agree with and laugh at your comment. However, his laugh was swallowed by more moans as you began to pick up your pace, becoming more and more needy as you slid up and down his cock. "Smoking certainly does make most things b-better -" His statement was cut short as his body jutted dramatically "I'm -" He could feel a tingling sensation build up in his body, his legs beginning to twitch just a bit, "Close - are you -" Despite the immense amount of pleasure that was pooling in his body and his absolute inability to spit out a full, cohesive, sentences due to three of your fingers pressed into his mouth - he still found himself heavily concerned with your own pleasure. "Yeah -" Your choked out, feeling pleasure pool in your abdomen as the tip of his dick thrust into that perfect gummy spot inside of you. You dropped your head back, breathing heavy and accelerated as his thrusts upwards became sloppier and more desperate. As the smoke began to clear in the car, he finally reached his climax - his body tense as he came into you - spilling onto your thighs and the driver's seat of his car, which was now probably ruined. Shortly after, you reached your own orgasm - your wetness dribbling down his cock and dripping onto both your thighs and his own. There was a moment of awkward silence as you pulled yourself off of him and the two of you spend the next couple of minutes desperately trying to clean yourselves up. "That was -" You began. "Amazing." Bertholdt interrupted. "Yeah." You couldn't help but crack a smile. Bertholdt couldn't help but think to himself -

I can't believe I just lost my virginity in my Kia Soul.

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To Plan Ahead | Hoseok x Reader | Fluffy Story

Pairing: Idol!Hoseok x Reader Keywords: fluff, idol, established relationship Word count: around 700 Warnings: none ig Masterlist

“How old do you think you will be when you die?”

“What kind of question is that?” he chuckled, glancing at the girl to check if everything was alright.

“It wasn’t meant to come off as morbid,” she retracted, quickly joining in on the giggles. “What I was getting at is wouldn’t it be nice to grow old together?”

A wide smile grew across Hoseok’s face at the sound of the question. He didn’t do it too often, nonetheless, he already have imagined the pair of them as an older couple.

“You have a twisted way of getting to the point,” he shook his head, playful teasing clearly audible in his tone. “But to answer your question: yes,” he made sure to pause dramatically before agreeing. “I think it would be absolutely amazing to grow old together. In all honesty, I can’t wait for it,” Yn’s smile spread to her eyes, making the skin around them wrinkle from squinting.

“Me too,” she said, into his arm.

Hoseok’s was spread straight across the little blanket as Yn’s head rested close to his shoulder. Through half-open eyelids, she watched his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. It calmed her. The warm spring wind messed with their hair and the shade from the tree they sat under slowly shrunk, exposing their bodies to the sun but they couldn’t care less. They were together and that was all that mattered. The golden hue of the sunset being somewhat of a bonus in the background.

“Wait,” Hoseok whined, feeling his girlfriend’s weight lift off of him. “I don’t want you to go.”

Yn frowned, sitting up next to him. He lazily moved his hand towards her and she caught it mid-air, intertwining their fingers.

“I know,” she groaned displeased. “Me too.”

Hoseok moved up to meet her gaze. She sat cross-legged next to him and he rested his free hand over her side, shifting even closer towards her.

“Wouldn't it be great if we just lived together?” he murmured in a low voice, still smiling.

“It would be so much easier,” she cooed, fluttering her eyelashes, automatically reciprocating his expression as if it was contagious. “So much better.”

“In our little world,” Yn nodded, hooking her arms around his neck to bring their foreheads together. “Just you and I,” Hoseok closed his eyes lazily to imagine the prospect.

“You know what we could do if we lived together?” he hummed softly in response to his girlfriend’s inquiry, letting her know he wanted her to go on. “We could say goodnight and it wouldn’t mean goodbye anymore,” she whispered against the skin of his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder.

The butterflies in the boy’s stomach erupted into his chest as he listened to her. He found the train of thought she was taking on as something more than endearing.

“We would wake up, eat breakfast and start each day together,” he quickly added and stroked the back of her head softly, already imagining their shared mornings and his fingers tangled in her hair at the crack of dawn.

“And then when the day would come to an end we still would be together-”

“Saying goodnight and never goodbye,” he finished her sentence, a wave of content washing over him as he pictured all they described actually coming true. “I wish for that to happen for us.”

“It would be nice,” Yn agreed, peeling herself away from the crook of her boyfriend’s neck and looking into his warm brown eyes.

“We could get married,” he smiled and fluttered his eyelashes as the shining light of Seoul’s golden hour met his irises. “And we would be happy like that,” at that moment they could look into each other’s souls and all they saw was endless love on both ends. “Maybe it’ll come true,” Hoseok prompted the girl with a cheeky grin blooming over his lips. “What do you think?”

“The more I think about it the more I seem to want it,” she answered without hesitation and pulled herself away from him to lean back onto her arms as his remained heavy on her hips.

“Maybe that was my plan all along,” he chuckled, gaining a shove to the shoulder followed by the sound of Yn’s laughter.

“If so it’s working,” she said, pushing his hair back with one of her hands. “I think it should happen to us. All of that,” her fingers traced the side of his face, travelling all the way down to his chin and neck where she grabbed onto the hem of his t-shirt to pull him in for a kiss.

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Chapter 42: Jammin'

Rating: T

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Connie was not a morning person. He liked to prolong his sleep as much as he could, when his job allowed him to, but there were certain things that woke him immediately. Like a loud crash inside his own house, that made him bolt out of the bed in search for the cause of the commotion. His eyes widened when he arrived at the scene, and saw the wheelchair lying on its side, wheels still turning, and Sasha next to it, on the ground, covered in blood. Rushing to her side, he kneeled next to his fallen girlfriend, heart hammering in his chest. She was sobbing quietly, as the pain must have been overwhelming, her whole body shaking. Already fearing what he will find, he gently rolled her over, gritting his teeth in preparation.

Oh.

Sasha wasn’t crying, she was laughing. The “blood” was nothing but strawberry jam, as the container was lying on the ground with half of its contents spread across her body.

“I..I just…“, she couldn’t even speak properly, as she was choking on her own amusement, “I just wanted to get…. Get some jam for my toast and… I took the corner too sharply and crash-landed face first into the floor. “, she looked down, as if noticing the red stains on herself for the first time, “Oh, I’m dirty. “

Her recently very worried boyfriend let out a long sigh, helping her from the ground and back into the wheelchair. Scares like this in the morning weren’t his cup of tea. Sasha didn’t seem phased however, as she wheeled herself over to the bathroom, and soon he could hear running water alongside her humming as she cleaned herself. Just as Connie was about to look for some food to start the day with, the song he was slowly but surely starting to dislike started blasting.

“Oh, that’s me. “, Sasha rolled out, in just her bra, as her shirt was most damaged by her jam incident, and picked up her phone from the counter, ending the sick solo from her recently favorited music piece. Hint, the world gas appeared in it a lot. “Meals on wheels best delivery driver, Sasha speaking. Hey Hange, what do you need? Hmmm... Okay… Yea sure, sounds great. Okay, see you then! “

Connie looked at her, waiting for an explanation, and she gave him a grin.

“Seems like I have a meeting later. “, she turned, returning back to her previous task of getting strawberry seeds out of her hair. Not deciding to press the matters any further, Connie turned back to his breakfast, fully intent on enjoying it, until he heard the dreaded melody from the bathroom, with the voice asking if he perhaps likes his car. Dropping his head to his palms, he sighed. God damn it.

As facts would have it, Mikasa wasn’t much of an early bird herself. Sure, she could, and did in the past, get up and function, but she simply preferred not to, if given the option. With Levi being rather busy with the gym management, both because of the recent growth in its popularity and the fact that most of the free time he had was spent on the bar renovations, she was pretty much left in charge of her own training. That didn’t mean that she slacked off, but she definitely allowed herself some things that would make her strict trainer slightly outraged. But if she could decide her own workout hours, then why the hell is Eren waking her up?

“C’mon Miki, get up. “, he whispered in her ear, kissing the sensitive skin behind it.

“Nuh-uh. “, she protested, shying away from him. But he was relentless.

“Wakey wakey, “, he pressed on, “Eggs and….ehm. “

When he stuttered, she cracked an eye open, curious to see why.

“Why are you chuckling? “

“Eh, it’s nothing. “, Eren wasn’t sure how Mikasa would react if he finished the line not with the usual “bakey”, but with, in his opinion, much funnier version he saw on the internet, “forced anal pounding”. She would most likely be either offended or take it as an invitation. He shook his head. Who was he kidding, she would definitely take it as an invitation. Unluckily for them both, neither of them had the time for such games this morning. “It’s Monday. “, he pointed out to fill the silence.

“So what? “, she shrugged, not giving up on her sleep that easily. She wasn’t like especially tired, after all the weekend was very relaxing. They spent basically all of the Saturday resting after the eventful Friday night, with Mikasa tracing the marks on his back endlessly, still marveling on the way they stood out against the skin. Later, they just ate some takeout and ended up passing out on the couch, huddled together, while a movie neither of them remembered played in the background. Sunday, she guilt-tripped herself enough to actually do something and went for a run before they left the house to work on the bar for a few hours again. But the fact that she had no reason to be tired didn’t give Eren the right to wake her up this early, did it? Seeing that he wouldn’t give up, she sighed and sat up, stretching, silently cursing anyone or anything that ever came up with the concept of morning in the first place. The pink top with the smiling cartoon cat on front she wore to bed was short, shrank by washing and age, and when she extended her arms above her head, it did nothing to hide her toned stomach. Mikasa noticed the way his eyes darted to her midriff, watching the abs there move, and smirked.

“What are you staring at? “

“Pfff, you of course, what else? “, he gave her a wink, not even trying to deny it, “You look like a snack. “

“Oh really. “¸she smiled lazily, turning her lithe torso to give him a better perspective, “How about a breakfast in bed then? “

Honestly speaking, he wanted nothing more than to take her up on the offer, to press himself against her warm body and forget everything for a time, just as he did last night, but he knew he couldn’t. There were too many obligations, too many people relied on him and his skills. So with a reluctant sigh, Eren pushed himself away, averting his eyes from the beautiful witch that had him completely enthralled.

���Listen, why don’t you do your morning devil summoning rituals, kneel in the pentagram for a few minutes or something, and meanwhile I’ll go and make us some breakfast. “

She threw a pillow at him for his teasing, but he already managed to duck inside the door and outside the bedroom, laughing on the other side. With a smile of her own, Mikasa got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom to take care of her needs.

She was singing in the shower again, Eren noticed while he moved around in the kitchen. Mikasa had a beautiful voice, but with her shy personality rarely used it to sing, doing so only when she felt completely relaxed. Turning off the TV so he could hear her better, Eren let himself enjoy the melody while his hands worked on their meal.

When Mikasa emerged, somehow still yawning even after her shower, Eren was already sitting at the table with scrambled eggs and a tablet in hand, reading morning news. She padded over to him on her bare feet and sat down, blinking at her own portion. They ate in silence for a time, but it wasn’t awkward, it just felt peaceful, natural. Neither Eren nor Mikasa were the kind of people that needed to fill every empty space with speaking, if you needed someone like that, you could always ask for Sasha or Hange. He finished his food and put down the tablet, feeling that he somewhat caught up to the events that happened over the weekend, but frowned when his eyes slid over to her. Mikasa didn’t look up when she heard the chair scrape next to her, too focused on devouring everything on her plate, but what did give her a pause was the feeling of something tugging at her damp strands.

“Babe? What are you doing? “

“Isn’t it obvious? Your hair is all tussled. “

“Erm… okay? “, it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the gentle movements of the brush. Eren often did things with her hair, washed it, or even braided it for her if she let it grow out, and she would do the same for him and his long mane. The activity had a ring of intimacy to it that they both savored. But why was he doing it right now, that was a mystery. She always tied her hair back during her trainings, so it wouldn’t get in her face. “I appreciate it, but I wanted to make a ponytail anyway. You do realize that anything you create won’t last through my workout, right? “

“Miki, it’s Monday. “, the brush didn’t stop.

What did that have to do with anything?

“Oh, I see. “, Eren chuckled above her, “You forgot again, didn’t you? “

“Forgot about what? “

“I’ll let you think really hard for a few minutes, how about that. Sounds like a great memory exercise to me. “, she frowned at him over her shoulder, but he just winked at her, continuing his activity. Mikasa knitted her eyebrows together and racked her brain, trying to remember, to dig the memory out. What was happening today? Right, let’s go over what she knew. Clue number one, Eren woke her early in the morning, and wouldn’t let her go back to sleep, indicating that she had to be somewhere, really soon. Clue number two, he was doing things with her hair, trying to make it look acceptable to the world, which meant that wherever she was going, ponytail was out of the question. Combine the two together, detective Ackerman, and what did she get? She had to go somewhere, early, and look good while being there. Hmm.

“The photoshoot! “, she cried out, slapping her forehead. How could she forget about that?

“Bingo. Genial as always Miki. “, he rewarded her with a kiss to the temple, before finally putting down the brush, satisfied with his work. “You should get dressed, while I appreciate you running around in your shirt and panties very much, I don’t think that the fashion people will share my view. “

Dashing to her bedroom, she opened the wardrobe with a tug, going through the clothes there. About half of it was filled with her regular clothing, including a few dresses she rarely used, quarter was left for her gym wear, and last quarter was occupied by the outfits for their playtime, with the catsuit as the latest addition. Ignoring those, she chewed her bottom lip while looking over her stuff, indecisive as usual when it came to this aspect of life.

“What do you think I should take? “¸ she directed the question at Eren, who followed her at a leisurely pace, sitting down on the bed to enjoy the show. He had it easy, bastard, all he had to do was pick a shirt and jeans and he was good to go.

“I think that it doesn’t really matter. They want you to put on the stuff they give you, that’s the whole point. “

“Yea but… what about like the first impression and stuff? She’s a big name in fashion, shouldn’t I at least try to look as good as possible? “

“You made your first impression by winning the tournament. Really Miki, you worry too much. The way Levi says it, Kiyomi was ready to move mountains to snatch you, I kinda doubt that she will care what you wear. “

“I just…Ugh…Can’t you pick something for me? I don’t want to deal with this shit. “

Mikasa could hear the bed creak behind her as Eren stood up, coming next to her and frowning at the clothes. His gaze slid over the lines of fetish gear in the corner, a lopsided grin appearing on his face.

“Ah, the memories. “

She could feel her cheeks redden a bit.

“How’s your back? “

“I’ll survive. Fuck though, Friday was marvelous, a dream come true.“

“I loved it too. “

“….Right then. “, he cleared his throat, “Let’s stop or we won’t get anywhere. “ digging his hands into her stuff, he pulled out some, looked them over with a critical eye, and either put them back or threw them behind himself on the bed. Mikasa gave up and sat down on the mattress, catching the pieces and waiting until she had a complete set.

It looked suspiciously like the things she wore in college, Mikasa noted as she stripped and put on the clothes he chose for her, ignoring the Eren in the room. Not like he hasn’t seen her naked million times already. Loose black top, combined with tights of the same color and a short skirt, a dark choker and a few necklaces, massive silver cross the most prominent. It was an old thing, a gift from Levi, and running her fingers over the cold metal always reminded her of her brother. He was cold too.

“So this is like what, a youthful look? “, she asked, but he just shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, I like it, but I’m not sure that Kiyomi will be impressed if I come in dressed as a schoolgirl. “

“Nah, you don’t look like a schoolgirl. “

“Eren, the only difference between this and the things I wore is the absence the rings I had. “, she abandoned those some time back in favor of the engagement ring, but if he didn’t trust her… Just to prove her point, she quickly went through her jewelry and picked them out, slipping them on. “See? Perfect high school-slash-college goth Mikasa cosplay. “

“I’m not sure you can call it cosplaying if you dress as yourself. “, Eren didn’t look discouraged as he looked her over, nodding to himself.“ You do realize that you haven’t shifted your clothing habits at all. Just a few changes and it’s your day to day wear. Or have you stopped giving your daily offerings? Our lord and savior Lucifer won’t be pleased if he sees you in any other color than black and red. “

Eren was still catching his breath, both form laughter and the punch she planted into his stomach, while she looked herself over, deciding that it’s not that bad. After all, she already made her first impression, like Eren said, didn’t she? “You ready? “, he asked, straightening. Mikasa nodded, walked over to him and kissed him, fully aware of the black lipstick print she left behind. Good luck explaining that at work, jerk.

“Let’s go. “

They parted in front of the house, with Eren getting in his car while Mikasa kicked the motorbike awake, pausing just for a moment to tug the ends of her red scarf into her leather jacket and slip the helmet over her head.

“Drive safe! “¸ Eren called at her as he went past, turning left at the end of the driveway and disappearing from her field of view.

It proved to be a very good decision on her part to take the bike, because the city was clogged. Mikasa’s destination was at the heart of it all, and her ride allowed her to nimbly cruise in between, always finding a way. When she arrived in the front and parked, she saw that Levi was already there, smoking a cigarette and frowning at everyone and everything around himself. Her brother wanted to go with her, as her manager, and honestly, she was happy that he did. Because Mikasa might have been experienced in the ring, but this was a whole new world, one that she was admittedly a bit intimidated by. Levi nodded at her as she came close, threw the smoke on the ground and stomped it out, jerking his head in the direction of the massive building.

“Let’s go inside brat, I bet that she’s already bursting with excitement . “

Mikasa took a deep breath.

“Then we better not keep her waiting. “

Sasha wheeled herself skillfully through the crowds, looking for the familiar figure. Connie asked if she wanted him to come with, but Sasha declined, saying that she can handle herself. It was a bit frustrating lately, the way he was treating her, even with the knowledge that her boyfriend meant well, but she was crippled, not dead damnit. Finally able to locate her target, she stopped next to Hange, who was still on the watch with two cups of coffee in her hands.

“You are looking too high. “, she whispered creepily from below, and the scientist jumped in surprise.

“Oh my god, Sasha, you can’t do this. “, Hange would most likely clutch her chest, but her hands were full. “I’m too young to die. “

Giggling, the brown-haired girl relieved the older woman of one of her delicious burdens, taking a sip.

“You want to go sit down somewhere? I’m all good, “she patted the side of her wheelchair, “but you are standing. “

“Actually…. Not really. “, Hange looked left and right with suspicious eyes, before bowing a bit to be closer to her friend. “Listen, I will keep this as short as possible, but I have a certain business proposition for you. “

“What is it? “

“Let’s say that the lab I work in has a few…side projects. And I’m kinda looking for test subjects. “

“And where do I come in? I know nothing about science. “

“No, no, its not about that. It’s just... “, she sighed, “Look, ill try to explain it. Alcohol business is a massive beast, you do understand that, and there are thousands of projects tied to that. And some of ours have reached a state where we need to test them on someone, and the more the better because of the variety and stuff…. You see where I’m going with this? “

“Wait…Hange….are you suggesting that I poison our customers? Is that even legal?“

“No! Of course not! It’s not like the stuff I would try there would be dangerous, I’m not that disconnected from the real world. Worst that could happen would be some headaches, maybe one or two people throwing up, but nothing serious. “ Sasha didn’t know what to think to be honest. Was this really happening?

“People throw up in bars anyway, and have headaches in the morning when they go overboard, so what’s the harm? And all the things would be free for you, of course, I’ll only sit at the bar and note down how the test subjects behave, that’s all. “ Nah, Sasha didn’t care about money, well, not that much, but this idea…… It could be fun! And fun was Sasha’s kryptonite.

“I won’t lie to our customers and slip stuff in their drinks. “, she said, looking up at the scientist, “But I’m not against the idea. What if…what If we had a special part of the menu, with warning and stuff, and if they would be willing, they could order a shot spiked with one of your creations. How does that sound? “

“Well, it’s not ideal, since the subjects would know about the substances entering their organism, but I would be willing to go for it. “

“All right, okay, sounds good. First of all though, I still have to finish renovating the bar in the first place. No one will test any drinks in a construction site. “

“About that, “, Hange smiled, “since your inn will be a testing site of sorts, I’m going to redirect some funding our lab got your way. “, she shrugged, “I was originally meaning to use that money as a bait for you to agree but seems like I don’t have to do that anymore. “

Negotiating deals all on my own, Sasha thought as she said goodbye to Hange and started finding her way back home, pride swelling in her chest. Pretty good for a day that began by falling from her wheelchair and drenching herself in jam. Head held high, she rode victoriously to the sunset.

Imaginative. Because it was morning. The sun was shining brightly, not setting.

Whatever.