#murdered myself at the gym today and had to rest

[yuurivoice]

The curse of having a brain as big as mine is that today I thought of an entire project featuring a fun (if not shady) Tabaxi Vtuber who runs community interactive streams of 1 player DnD campaigns where the audience participates in the creation, decisions, and combat throughout the course of the campaign. So if that sounds like a thinly veiled disguised way to practice DM'ing for one friend at a time, that's exactly what it is.

And like...I'm so busy. I have so much to do, but wow I just made a little blorbo over the course of a day and desperately looked for artists who might be able to bring him to life (struggle trying to find a fun stylized vibe that is also furry) and ended up dedicating all of this time to this thing I can't even trust myself to follow through on. :3

So that's a little sad.

I'd like to beta test that idea on stream sometime though. I should see if I could even make it fun before dedicating more effort to it.

Things are so good, but I'm overwhelmed. Things go so fast, and so slow at the same time. And if that was all there was, that would be great. But that's never all there is. There's myself, my relationships, every other hat I'm trying to wear.

All I know to do is try and keep going until something inevitably goes awry again, and pray that it's something fixable. And so it goes.

Anyway, if you're away of any cool Vtuber artist/riggers who might fit that mold, let me know and I'll check em out. And if that whole stream idea sounds like a good time, also let me know.

[jockbroski34]

The Jockrooms

I hated gym class.  I wasn't athletic and I didn’t like playing sports.  Worst of all, I was stuck with the dumb jocks in my class.  Today, one of them, Kyle, threw a dodgeball right at my face.  The force was immense.  As the ball collided with me with the speed of a bullet train, I felt myself lose my balance and I tumbled onto the ground.  I sat on the ground in a daze, my head spinning from the raw power exerted from the ball.  If he threw it any harder, I’d be sent to the nurse.

Kyle was one of the tallest guys in the school, towering at an impressive 6’4, and he was just as strong as he was tall.  He was huge and he made sure that everyone knew it.  He was proof that God picked favorites in terms of genetics.  The guy had pretty much everything, except for a working brain.  He had little problem asserting dominance on those he viewed as weaker than him.  To him, I was yet another easy target with my wimpy constitution.

His jock friends cheered and high-fived him for how savagely he destroyed me.  Our gym teacher did nothing to discourage his aggressive behavior, but I wouldn’t expect any less from the football coach.  Those were his boys after all.  They could probably get away with murder and he’d still cover for them.  I sat down on the sidelines, covering my swollen cheek, as I was forced to watch Kyle and his goons dominate the rest of my team.

After what felt like an eternity, the teacher dismissed us to go change and I was relieved.  I was still covering my cheek, bruised from the dodgeball that was lobbed at me.  I sat down on the bench and opened my locker to change my clothes.  I felt a hand bump me as Kyle and his entourage walked past me.

“Sorry about that, bro,” he said, in a condescending manner.  “You’re supposed to dodge the ball, not get hit by it.  That’s why they call it dodgeball.”  I had to admit, that’s the smartest he’s ever sounded.  

“Whatever, you dumb jock,” I scoffed, ignoring his “advice” as he and his jock friends walked by.  I wasn’t sure if they were snickering at his lame attempt for a joke or at me, but I didn’t really care.  I doubt that they had much for brains either, with only sports and sex being the only thing keeping their testosterone-ridden minds running.

I glared over at Kyle while he was changing.  I had to give him credit.  He was very handsome, and he knew it, but that just made me hate him even more.  He was a guy who people either loved or hated, but his arrogant fuckboy attitude would be a turn-off for anyone who wasn’t as shallow as him.  I began to wonder why he had to be the one gifted with such a nice body.  If I was as strong as him, what would I do?

I finished changing into my regular school attire, but I felt the urge to go to the bathroom.  By the time I finished emptying my bladder, the locker room was completely empty.  Amidst the ghost town, something caught my eye.

I noticed a door that wasn’t there earlier at the end of the hallway opposite of me.  It looked out of place compared to anything I’ve seen in the school.  It was crimson with a silver knob.  I could hear something coming from the other side of the door, but I couldn’t make out anything.  It didn’t sound like construction.

For some reason, I almost felt like it was calling out to me.  Even though I needed to get to my next class, I needed to know what was behind the door.  My curiosity got the best of me as I put my hand on the handle.  It was warm, but not enough to burn my hand.  I hesitated for a moment before opening the door and I took my first steps in.

I tried to gather my bearings in this foreign room.  The room was very warm, steamy almost, with the smell of sweat lingering in the air.  It smelled like our locker room and the heat was far too much, almost like a sauna.  I knew I wouldn’t last long in this heat, so I figured it was best to head back to class.  I turned around, but instead of reaching for the door, I walked face first into a wall.  …This was where I came from, right?

“Hello?  Helloooo!”  I shouted, hoping someone would come to my rescue.  The only voice that responded was my own as my words echoed throughout the room.  I sighed.  Looks like I’ll have to find my own way out.

I realized that this would not be easy as I looked ahead.  I saw rows of lockers all around me and to my horror, the maze stretched out further than I could possibly imagine.  This room alone looked larger than the school itself!  Why did the school need this many lockers?  I decided to follow the line of lockers to find out if there was an exit at the end.  I started to hear a buzzing sound, not from the sounds of the lights, but from a different source, along with a voice so quiet that I couldn’t understand what it was saying.  I honestly felt like I was hallucinating.  Perhaps the ball Kyle threw at me actually put me in a coma.

I followed the row of lockers, the numbers increasing with every step.  The bold red lockers complemented the dark walls and white ceiling.  As I walked forward, I was tempted by turns and corners, filled with even more lockers.  I did not want to risk getting even more lost so I simply walked as close to a straight line as possible.  I found myself sweating profusely, drenching my T-shirt and jeans.  As I was getting more and more sweaty, I was also getting dehydrated, and there seemed to be no sign of any water fountains.  I was surprised that they had not installed any, but that wasn’t even the weirdest thing because nothing made sense here.

My heart sunk as I entered an empty room, a dead end.  If whoever built this place had any sense of interior design, there would be a door here.  I observed my surroundings, but there seemed to be no sign of any way out.  This was going to be longer than I thought.  I realized I would have to give an explanation to my teacher about why I was so late, but she would never believe an excuse like this.  That is, if I can even find a way out of here.  I looked down, surprised to find a bottle of some sort.  It looked to be some sort of beverage.  It looked to be a sandy brown.  I would’ve preferred…no…I desperately needed water, but I would be a fool to ignore any amount of hydration.

I untwisted the cap, and was surprised by the strange smell of the liquid.  It didn’t smell foul, but it didn’t smell sweet either.  I closed my eyes and took a sip, but I grimaced at the mixture of bitterness and saltiness.  The chalky taste lingered in my mouth, but at least it made me feel more alert.  Despite the unpleasant taste, I knew it was better than nothing, so I chugged the bottle before dropping it on the ground, making sure not to miss any drop.  To my surprise, I felt more full of energy than I ever had before.  But for some reason, as my body was starting to digest the drink, I felt as though the room was shrinking before my eyes.  Wait, was I getting taller?  Maybe this place is messing with my head.  To be honest, I wouldn’t mind being a couple inches taller.  Maybe Kyle would stop picking on me if I was on his level.

The downside, however, was that I was starting to feel even more sweaty to the point that my clothes were now flooded to the point of no return.  I knew they would smell of sweat forever no matter how many times I washed them, so I figured that stripping would be the better option.  I can always change back into my gym clothes when I get back.  I desperately hoped that I was all alone here so no one would see me in this embarrassing state.  I looked at the locker at the end of the room.  1000.  The numbers went up to at least 1000?  This had to be some kind of sick joke.  I was frustrated, but I knew I had to retrace my steps in order to find a way out of here.

A strange idea entered my head after walking into several more dead ends, seemingly out of nowhere.  If I went to my own locker, would I find something there?  It sounded like a stupid idea since I would miss out on other potential paths, but it just felt right.  Besides, I had no other leads.  My locker number was 0136.  I continued walking back trying to test if my hypothesis was correct.  My body was trying to fight back against my exhaustion and my mind was trying to stop itself from being drowned out by the subliminal noise.  It felt like this place was messing with me in some way.  I had to find a way out of here.

Eventually, my eyes lit up as I turned a corner to find lockers numbered in the 0100s.  I felt my body guiding me until I found a locker that appeared to be left open.  All of the others were closed, so maybe it had some significance?  0133…0134…0135…0136!  I chuckled at the coincidence that my locker would be the one that was different like I knew it would be.  Inside, I found yet another one of those same drinks from before, a piece of paper, and a…red jockstrap?  I chugged the drink desperate to feel hydrated.  For some reason, it tasted better than I remembered.  The paper appeared to be some kind of riddle.

“Only this way is right.”

“The combination will show you the light.”

Turns out I was right to come this way.  For some reason, it seems like this room was made specifically for me.  I was more curious about the second line.  “The combination will show you the light.”  If my locker number was what led me here, then surely my locker combination would be the next hint.  05-13-34.  51334?  I shuddered, knowing that my journey would be a lot longer than I had anticipated.  Hopefully this helps me escape from this hell.

I started to wonder who wrote this, but I didn’t even know who built this room in the first place.  None of this makes any sense.  I might not even be in school anymore.  This could be some sort of pocket dimension.  I could be dreaming, or I could be in a coma.  I looked back in the locker, my eyes fixated on the red jockstrap.  It looked like it had already been worn and was a size too big for my skinny frame, but for some reason, I felt an urge to put it on.  I stripped out of my dripping boxers and put on the jockstrap.

To my surprise, it actually fit perfectly around my crotch area.  I expected to feel uncomfortable, but instead I felt liberated.  If only there was a mirror in here.  My cock bulged as it stretched out the red fabric.  I could’ve sworn it looked bigger, but I knew I was just imagining things.  Regardless, I felt faster and full of stamina and virility.

I was not an athlete though.  Only the jocks wore jockstraps, and I hated them, but I couldn’t even remember why.  Why was I so mad at Kyle earlier?  My memories of today started to blur.  I couldn’t think straight.  I couldn’t remember anything.  I had no comprehension of time anymore.  Who knows how long I have been in here.  I sprinted ahead down the hallway, with a newfound sense of energy that I had never felt before, as I needed to find locker 51334.  The heavy sound of my big feet created a steady rhythm, almost like a drum.  My body seemed to move on its own like it was on autopilot.

As I ran forward, the audio grew louder, yet the words remained just as shrouded as they were before.  Despite that, I felt like I started to understand the words deep down.  A weird contradiction, I know.  Wherever the source of the noise was, it had to be coming from that direction.  I knew in my heart that this was the right way.

I kept on going for what could’ve been hours.  Who even knows at this point.  The concept of time was foreign to this place.  If you told me I was gone for a week, I’d believe you.  I kept on finding the same drinks from earlier on benches scattered around.  They were the only thing keeping my head in the game.  They gave me strength, but eventually I stopped seeing them as I became reminded by the intense heat of the room and of all the dead ends I had run into.  I had to be in the 40000s as I began to feel fatigue again and it felt like my body was finally about to give in.  My body felt sore and swollen as if I was still recovering from a workout.  Workout?  Since when did I care about the gym?  Maybe this jockstrap was rubbing off on me more than I thought.  But I’ll never be like Kyle or the other jocks, I assured myself.

I kept going.  My body was pushing itself to the limit, while my mind started to wander.  I became worried that I was gonna miss the game that was on tonight.  Me and the bros were going to watch it together and I didn’t want to miss it.  I couldn’t even comprehend how unnatural these thoughts felt.  I should be thinking about playing the new update for my favorite MMO, not watching sports.  But bros always come first…

I felt like I was going crazy, like this giant locker room maze was having an effect on me.  I was awakened from my trance by a sudden realization.  I needed to get to practice.  It was like an alarm clock went off in my head.  The last thing I wanted was to get dropped from the team due to poor attendance.  This renewed sense of urgency was what kept me going instead of passing out from the heat and exhaustion.

At long last, I was greeted by a room that was surprisingly familiar to me.  It felt like a second home to me.  It was like the actual locker room in my school, but on a larger scale.  I looked at the number next to me.  50000.  This had to be the right way.  I was almost there.  The background noise was at its loudest here, but I still could not find any source, but at this point I didn’t mind it.  It honestly helped me calm down a little.  I checked every locker in this large room, until I saw it.  51334.  It was half open, so I pried it open, with a sense of strength that I had never felt before.  Inside the locker, I found another note and a larger bottle of the same drink.  I gulped every drop down like I had just found an oasis.  This one tasted better even compared to the rest.  I read the note, hoping to be free from my prison.

“Inside the locker you will hide”

“The way back is on the flipped side”

I had to get in the locker?  It was a weird instruction, but I followed the orders.  I was surprised I was able to fit into it with my bulky build.  I turned to the other side to read what it said.  My eyes widened as I felt a sense of dread run down my spine.

“Close the door but don’t be shocked”

“When you wake up, you’ll be a jock!”

Shit, I didn’t want to become one of the jocks!  I valued my intelligence too much to stoop down to their level.  But it was already too late as the door shut itself on its own and I felt the ground below me vibrate.  Was this truly the only way out or was I doomed to join them from the start?  I tried to break my way free, but my strength dwindled as my eyes dulled and I passed out from exhaustion.

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I woke up on one of the benches to the sound of metal and heavy chatter.  To my relief, I was finally back in the real world.  The football team was getting ready for practice.  Damn, I really did miss the whole day.  To make things worse, Kyle was standing right over me.  Great.  Despite everything though, I actually kinda missed him.  That was probably the first sign that something was very wrong with me.

“Bro, wake up!” he said as he shook me.  I looked down.  I was dripping in sweat and I was wearing only my jockstrap.  The fact that I was wearing the same red jockstrap was proof that it wasn’t a dream.  “You alright dude?  Coach says you were passed out here for hours!”

I regained my consciousness, surprised to see him concerned for me.  “Bro, you’ll never guess what happened.  I was in this, like, weird maze, dude.  Lockers everywhere.”  I was genuinely shocked by the words that came out of my mouth.  I sounded like a total dudebro.

“Bro, are you high?  What are you talking about?”  Kyle chuckled at how absurd I sounded.  I felt embarrassed because I honestly sounded as stupid as him.

“I’m not lying, bro!  There was a door right there!”  I got up and pointed towards where the door should be.  It wasn’t there.  I looked like I was insane.

“You sure you’re okay after gym, bro?  I figured you’d catch that dodgeball since you’re such a good wide receiver.  Must’ve gone too hard.  Practice should help clear your head.”

“Practice?  Wide receiver?  What the fuck are you talking about?”  I didn’t play any sports.  Before today, I didn’t even know any teams outside of famous ones and the ones local to us.  I didn’t know any positions, any rules, or any players.  If that was the case, then why did it all feel so familiar to me?

“Did you lose your memory or some shit?  Let me refresh you, bro.  You play football and you’re our wide receiver.  You hang out with me and the boys every day.  You’re a total jock, bro.  You’re hardly a genius, but surely that rings a bell, right dude?”  My eyes became fixated on his charming blue eyes, and I felt myself sink into them as if they were the ocean, as he reminded me about my place in the world.  Finally, things started to make sense…but…

What the fuck?  You hated Kyle.  You didn’t play football.  You weren’t friends!  But for some reason, that didn’t seem right.

You loved Kyle.  He was one of your best friends.  You guys played football together.  You guys basically ruled the school.  You didn’t need to think much because you compensated with raw strength and power.  Brawn over brains, bro.  You were a jock and you always will be one.

“Huhu…Now you’re making sense bro,”  I chuckled.  I only now realized how much I changed, with how deep my voice was.  How much of a cocky douchebag I looked with that smirk plastered on my face.  How much bigger and stronger and taller I was.  How toned and perfect every muscle in my jock body was.  I should hate this, but why does it feel so good?  “I had a dream that I was someone else.  A total nerd, bro.  It was awful.”

“That person never existed.  This is who you were and always will be.  Just think back to when we met, bro.”  He said it with his usual cocky grin, but I felt no malice from it.  I assumed he was gaslighting me into believing that I lived a different life, but he seemed genuine.  I remembered him cracking up at one of my dumb jokes at practice and we started hanging out both in and out of school.  Memories of the practices and football games and parties we shared filled my mind and I smiled as I looked fondly back on those days.  No…I shouldn’t remember this.  But for some reason, it all felt real to me, like I accidentally stumbled into some parallel universe where I was one of Kyle’s jock bros.

I felt any semblance of my former self lose control as my jock self remembered that he was the only me.  I was an intruder in my jock body, someone that was never there and shouldn’t be there.  I felt my thoughts slow down as my new self started overwriting any old memories with his own, and I started to remember who I really was, a jock.  I wanted to die inside, watching me become another asshole jock just like Kyle, but as I was fading away, I started to remember why I liked being a jock so much in the first place.  I got to be big, strong, and popular.  I could fuck anyone I wanted with my massive cock.  Who cared if I was a little dense?  Definitely outweighed being a fucking nerd.  I knew it was the jock in me talking, but it didn’t matter anymore because that’s all I was now.  My cock bulged further in my jockstrap as my conscious mind was engulfed by my real self.

“Sorry bro, it’s just been a crazy day.  Let's get ready for practice.”

“You’re going to practice in just that?  Haven’t gotten off yet today, bro?”  Kyle chuckled, pointing at my red jockstrap, which was already leaking with precum.  I became embarrassed as I noticed the damp stain on my favorite jockstrap.  And that Kyle was staring right at my 9 inch bulge.

“Nah, bro.  I gotta get changed.  Why are you looking at my dick, bro?”  I became defensive, not comfortable with one of my bros staring at my erect cock.  Kyle was hot and all, but this just felt wrong to me.

Kyle stammered, looking for an excuse.  I could’ve sworn that his bulge grew as well in his tight football pants.  “I just never realized how big it is, bro.  No homo though.”  He snickered, trying to ease the sexual tension.  “Come on, Coach will be pissed if we take too long.  Probably will make us run extra laps.”  Before we left, I took one look in the mirror to admire my awesome body before joining Kyle and the others.

I had been playing football ever since I was in middle school so it’s no surprise that I was a natural.  I worked up a serious sweat, but it was nothing I wasn’t used to with Coach’s exercises.  He worked us to the bone every day.  When I came home, my mom was cooking dinner and she asked me how practice was, and I told her good as usual with a smile on my face.  For a second, I was surprised my mom knew I played football, but then I remembered that my parents were always supportive of my athletic career.  They always dropped their plans to cheer me on at my games.

Later, Kyle invited me and the bros over to watch the game.  I went over there as I had done many times before and I was greeted by my bros, people who I’ve known for just as long as Kyle.  After all, If they were his bros, they were my bros.  We laughed and joked around as we always did until the game started.

We gathered into Kyle’s room, big enough for seven guys, but man did I forget how much we reeked after practice.  We always shouted a ton during the game and I’m honestly surprised we never got any noise complaints from the neighbors.  It was like our own little frat party hosted in Kyle’s room.  We got really into it, but we were devastated when the opposing team scored in the last minute to gain the lead and win the game.  A wave of sadness and anger filled the air as everyone started to leave.  Everyone but me.  Kyle told me to stay for a little bit longer.

“Are you gonna make me feel better or what?”  he ordered.  He was really upset about the loss.

“How, bro?”  I responded.  Did he want me to crack a joke for him?  Give him a bro hug?

“I figured you remembered.  I need someone to relieve my stress.”  He grabbed his massive cock in his shorts and wiggled it around, helping me put two and two together.  “We found out one drunk night how good of a cocksucker you are, so you agreed to ‘lend me a hand’ if I ever need it.  Don’t worry, this is our little secret.”

“Oh, sorry bro.  I completely forgot.”  God, that was a wild night.  It was an embarrassing request, but I knew I was just helping a brother out.  I got on my knees and serviced Kyle as he made himself comfortable.  He grabbed the back of my head with his firm palms, covered with callouses from years of pumping iron, and pushed his girthy shaft deeper into the depths of my mouth.  I was surprised at my lack of a gag reflex as this mass of meat clogged my throat.  I swallowed load after load of his hot, sticky semen until we had enough.

“Gotta say, bro, you suck dick better than like 90 percent of chicks I’ve been with.  You sure you’re not a little faggy?”  he teased.  I laughed and rebuked his claims.  I’m sure even some straight guys would be tempted by him and his impressive rod, and I’m no different.  We quickly changed the subject and we pretended like that never happened.  Neither of us wanted the other to know how much we enjoyed it.

To this day, I don’t know what the purpose of the jockrooms was.  Doesn’t really matter though.  As far as I’ve known, I’ve always been a jock and that’s all anyone has ever seen me as.  It is real though.  It was after gym class a few weeks later.  When we were changing, I saw a nerd, Kevin, walk down the same hallway I did at one point.  I felt like I knew him at one point, but that obviously wasn’t true.  Why would I hang out with someone like him?  I hid around the corner and watched as he approached the red door.  I smirked as he put his hand on the door and opened it, taking his first steps into his new life.  If you can’t beat us, you might as well join us.

I was eager to see Kevin at practice later.  He woke up on the same bench I did, wearing a jockstrap like me, almost completely unrecognizable from the person he was hours ago.  He took a moment to adjust, but we helped him remember how much of a jock he was.  Once a jock, always a jock.  I will never understand why the two of us thought we were nerds before.  After all, I’ve known Kev most of my life and I was the one who introduced him to Kyle and the others.  He’s been my best friend since 3rd grade and we were inseparable.  We were practically in sync on the field.  It felt awesome knowing that we were the kings of the school, and whoever hated us was just jealous that they’re not us.

[dissociacrip]

it might seem weird at first but it's true that having symptomatic joint hypermobility (meaning the "bad" kind of hypermobility that results in chronic pain, a proneness to dislocation/sublixation, etc. such as in EDS, hypermobility spectrum disorders, and other CTDs) doesn't necessarily mean being very flexible and sometimes this can potentially present a problem when it comes to accurate assessment and diagnosis. part of this is because flexibility doesn't just involve joints; it also involves muscles and other soft tissues.

i have generalized symptomatic hypermobility (either gHSD or hEDS, who knows because it's not like i'm getting properly diagnosed anytime soon) and i'm an 8/9 on the beighton scale. i've been incapable of touching my toes since elementary school because my hamstring muscles have shortened over time due to the strain from compensating for hyperextended joints and hypotonia. i can't meet the 9th beighton criteria where i place my palms flat on the floor without bending my knees, but that doesn't mean i don't have a hypermobile spine, because its my shortened hamstring muscles that are preventing the movement, not the joints. i was just doing stretches at the gym earlier today for cooldowns that looked absurdly easy for the able-bodied person in the video i was following but i couldn't bend my legs to the full extent that they did due to other shortened muscles in my legs, which is also a consequence of hyperextended joints and hypotonia.*** i think it's easy to guess why something like that might end up masking the full extent of joint hypermobility in some people.

(***for people who don't know what hypotonia is, it's when there's inadequate tension in the muscles in the resting state or in response to a passive stretch, such as posture. in other words, muscles are too loose, which can cause a myriad of really sucky problems! it's the result of CNS dysfunction and/or structural problems in the muscles - conditions like EDS and other CTDs sometimes involve hypotonia due how they can affect viscoelastic properties of muscles. while being characterised by "floppiness," hypotonia can still result in stiffness and shortening of the adductors, quadriceps, sub-occipital muscles, etc.)

in more extreme cases, this kind strain can lead to muscle contracture, which is when a muscle is permanently shortened and hardened. joints themselves can also become contractured, and as a matter of fact, contractures appear to be part of how some forms of EDS are identified, such as myopathic and musculocontractural EDS (it's even in the name of the last one.) this is a quote from someone with mcEDS from elhers-danlos.com ("Musculocontractural EDS: My puzzle pieces put together") though i know the EDS society doesn't have the best rep:

When I was born 8 weeks premature by emergency caesarean, the doctors and Mum and Dad were stunned. Apart from requiring life-saving treatment, I was floppy, and also had major obvious deformities of my limbs and dislocated hips. I had contractures in my hands, fingers, shoulders, hips, ankles and feet. I have very little muscle in my neck, arms and legs. I spent 10 weeks in NICU and was diagnosed with Arthrogryposis at birth.

(...)

The contractures affect me in different ways. My hands are always clenched, and they do not open out properly. I’m unable to tie my hair up myself unless I am lying on my back, which allows gravity to pull my arms back. I can’t put my hair behind my ears with my right hand unless I’m using my left hand to push it backwards. Although I am right handed, the fingers on my right hand don’t open more than 2 inches and I’m unable to pick anything up with that hand. My left hand is far more deformed, but I can grab things with that hand and use it to stabilise my right. I carry things on my right side in between my arm and torso in the crook of my elbow and I look like an axe murderer when holding a knife.

so yeah, ironically enough, sometimes being symptomatically hypermobile involves a limited range of motion rather than being especially flexible. that's your fun fact of the day!

[japeneselunchtimerush]

Akashi Seijuro as Captain Holt Quotes

In honor of Andre Braugher's Death. Rest in Peace Captain. These are just scenarios with captain Holt in them that I can(even just a little bit) corrate to akashi.

(The GoM after doing something stupid again .)

Aomine: "Anyone else have the weird urge to lecture themselves?"

Aomine, as Akashi: "Aomine, what are you doing?"

Akashi, appearing from behind Aomine: "Aomine, what are you doing?"

Aomine: "I conjured him."

[Akahi and Kuroko are playing chess]

Akashi: I don't know why you're so confident you'll win. You still don't even know the names of all the pieces, you dumbass.

Kuroko: Nice, but I do know the names. I've simply rebranded them. My queen is Catherine, my king is Shakespeare.

Kuroko: *picks up pawn* And this little guy is Nijimura-san. Would you be willing to murder Nijimura-san, the love of your life?

Akashi: Yes, chess Nijimura-san means nothing to me.

[I didn't know what ship to use so I went with nijiaka cause I love that ship]

[Akashi after telling the Uncrowned Kings that Mayuzumi never exsisted]

Akashi: I believe the term is uh..

Akashi:Messing with you

Kise: So, Akashicchi I have some news

Akashi: What happened

Kise: Well, remember when you told me not to burn down the gym.

Akashi: You burned down the gym??

Kise: No, Midorimacchi had the fire put out almost immediately. This is a success story

Akashi: Here are two pictures. One is your locker. The other is a garbage dump in the Philippines. Can you tell which is which?

Aomine, guessing: That one’s the dump?

Akashi: They’re both your locker.

[Kise is playing a match in the seconed string and kuroko isnt available, Akashi is not taking any chances]

Kise: “You Guys”? Midorimacchi is coming with me? Akashicchi, with all due respect, I don’t need backup.

Akashi: It’s not backup. It’s babysitting.

Akashi: When people say "good morning" they mean "hello"

Akashi: When people say "how are you" they mean "hello"

Akashi: When people say "what's up" they mean "i'm a person not worth talking to"

[Akashi describing how he felt during teiko]

Akashi: I had been sitting by the pool contentedly watching a bee struggle to avoid drowning. And thinking to myself, how I am like that bee.

Kise: Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to answer an age-old question. The question is: who here does the best impression of Akashicchi. You'll be judged on voice, body language and overall lack of flair. Everyone will perform the same scenario: Akashicchi eating a marshmallow for the very first time. LET THE Akashicchi-OFF BEGIN!

Midorima (impersonating Akashi): What is this glutinous monstrosity before me?

Aomine (impersonating Akashi): The sugar in this is quite sweet.

Murasakibara (impersonating Akashi): oooohhhh *starts giggling profusely*

Kise: That's your Akashicchi impression?

Murasakibara: I can hear him doing that.

Kuroko (impersonating Akashi): Looks like a sticky pillow.

Momoi(impersonating Akashi): I don't care for it. Classical music.

*Everybody laughs*

Akashi(entering the room): What's going on here? What are you doing?

Kise: Akashicchi, hey. Nothing, just eating some marshmallows. Care for one?

Akashi (picking one up): Marshed mellow?

Akashi: *starts giggling profusely while chewing*

Murasakibara: I KNEW IT!!!!!!

Extra Kuroko Quote:

Kuroko: "Nigou! Where is my dog?!"

Kagami: "Aren't you standing right next to him?"

Kuroko: "This bitch?? Please. Watch *kneels down* Shake, shake, pssh idiot. I know one of you took Nigou, and you did it for the sake of your sanity, but if anything happens to him, I will end you. I couldn't bring myself to neuter Nigou, but I will neuter you all."

Also:

Kuroko: "Wait a minute this isn't a vanilla milkshake. "This is a normal milkshake. And you're not Nigou. You're just some common bitch!

[fic-heaven]

Fruta del pecado

Bear territory (nsfw)

[Gus x fem! Reader]

Masterlist

Part 3 of Apple pie flavoured

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Call of duty modern warfare 2

Chickie 🐥: Reyes is an ass lmao i crave to write more about this man, specially on the next chapter. I also gotta see how the flip do i introduce Roze properly smskksksk

Characters: Soap/Gaz/Price/Ghost/Nova/Reyes/Gus

Tags: soap misbehaving/ghost being ghost/nasty flashback of Hassan's death/ angry Price/military paperwork nonsense/ Gus having the worst timing/ happy-oregano mention/ cooking.

Nsfw tags: mommy kink/slight teasing/riding / Gus is a switch/ oral/ thigh kink/ quickie(?/ Office sex/ unprotected sex/ slight breeding kink at the end idk.

It would be a shame to miss today's morning weather, but it would be a greater shame to miss the opportunity of spending some alone time with Rodriguez.

So, you made sure to see through Soap's favor. Still, you'll have to figure out how to approach Rodriguez... You work better under pressure, so you decided to wait until you arrived to the office to figure something out.

It's been a while since you felt this light and giddy, before Hassan's whole ordeal two months ago specifically... But was it that obvious though? It must be if Soap could tell so quickly, you two may know each other for long but he wasn't that much of a close observer when it came to you, was he? Was that ONE time with Rodriguez really turning you back to your old self? Just how desperate for intimacy were you? Was a quickie really the cure for the heaviness you felt cloud your mind everyday? No matter... It still didn't ease the hatred you sometimes felt towards yourself... -

Bump!

Just when you were about to make a beeline to the stairs an arm harshly pressed you against the wall. With a huff and a murderous stare you looked up to your mysterious attacker, but it melted when you registered his voice speaking in an annoyed tone.

"First rule. Never get too comfortable in your surroundings, always sharpen your senses."

"It's good to see you again too, lieutenant!" You sarcastically bit back moving his arm away and fixing your hair. Ghost looked at you unimpressed, a small expectant glint in his eyes made the sudden silence awkward until you sighed at the realization of what exactly had him coming to you like this.

"I missed training-"

"Y'knew I was coming back from the mission today morn. Where the bloody hell were you if not at the gym were you were supposed to be waiting an hour ago, Hound?" He grunts. Was really Mr. Grumpy pants cock blocking you right now over a missed gym session?

"I forgot, i'm sorry... Tonight, though?"

Ghost eyes squinted displeased. It wasn't your intention to keep the man waiting, honestly? You really did forget about training, in your defense there was an insanely amount of paperwork to drop off to Price's office, to later inform him and be surprised by the "hacked" alarms you were totally going to have checked right now. Obviously. Your destination clearly was NOT Price's office at all.

"Today at five." Ghost growled.

"Come on, i have stuff to finish and-"

"At five. Don't make me repeat myself, Hound."

You shifted your posture with an exasperated sigh now turning to your left to face the stairs but not leaving Ghost's hulking form.

"You really must have missed me tons to come here begging me to train with you, lieutenant." You replied with a cheeky smile.

"I'm not begging. It's an order." He breathed out.

"Throwing orders now, are we? Y'know... I was JUST told to get some rest."

Ghost pushed you back against the wall with little resistance from you. This man could be so predictable at times...

His right hand gripped your shoulder and the other hit the wall in a threatening manner, you didn't even blink unimpressed when your eyes met through his mask's holes. His gaze was stern and... Worried. You have known Ghost for years now, and you were confident to say you could read him almost as well as he could read you.

He didn't need to speak a word for you to know what he wanted to say right now. It's been months, you needed to get back to the field.

"Alright..." You whispered, but he didn't move.

You looked to your sides to make sure no one was around and see the compromising position you two were in, your lieutenant seemed to get the hint and straightened his back mirroring your action. He sighed and muttered "Laswell brought a package for you, i made sure to inform her before to have it dropped to my office s' soon as possible." Oh...

"Did i ruin the surprise not arriving sooner to the gym? I'm sure you had it prepared for me in pink flowery wrapping paper too." You chuckled, and he was simply done with your clownery. "S'not a surprise when you know exactly what it is."

Of course you know what it is... And it angered him to the core to have the package delivered in the first place, even so, he made the effort to check it out first not letting anyone see it before you could. It was you who requested to use a mask like the others did, yet this one was different, so it took a while to make. Different in looks with a hidden purpose Ghost had figured the moment he heard you explain the design to Laswell. It wasn't a skull mask like the others, this one covered your lower face and it resembled a dog's snout, it's teeth showing out in a threatening growl, a proper design for your codename. Sargeant (Y/n) Hound (L/n). Captain Price's loyal war dog.

But that wasn't what bothered him. You didn't JUST wear it for the fashions, the bloody thing's purpose was to act as a muzzle.

He clenched his fists knowing that the moment you get your pretty hands on that fucking mask you won't stop wearing it, so he, (as he's been doing lately) will have to use his authority to snap you out of your trauma.

"You are NOT to use your mask out of missions."

Your eyes shot to his at lightning speed, but just when you were about to complain a couple of rookies walked by, their muffled conversations carried through the hall, so you two stood there in silence until they left.

Ghost continued the moment they were out of earshot. "Your head is still stuck in that building." The damned building Hassan was hiding in.

"And that is WHY i must wear the mask." All humour from before dissipated instantly from your voice.

"There's no place to discuss. You acted on impulse and did what had to be done, that's it." You parted your lips but he cut you again harshly. "It's done." Ghost lowered his voice a little "We all become monsters under our very own eyes the moment we make our first kill. You are no different, and this was not your first-"

That had you instantly replying "it was my first time murdering someone in such way-" He quickly topped your voice again with a snarl "You did what you had to do to save Jhonny, the blood on your mouth had to be spilled one way or another."

That was a harsh way to word it... Yet... It's true. But that doesn't mean it had to be spilled in such gruesome way.

Hassan's body looked unrecognizable after your brutal display of violence. A primitive rage possessed your body clouding your senses completely, and the bastard that had been pinching your asses for weeks played the role of recipient for your accumulated rage. The moment he didn't pay attention to your lurking form from behind, you caught him red-handed when he was about to throw Soap out the bloody window, you pounced, your gun be damned when you tossed it aside attacking the bastard with your bare fists ripping whatever was covering his ridiculously delicate skin from your nails and teeth. You remember biting his throat so hard you swore to feel the bone. Like a starving predator feasting on it's pathetic prey.

The breakfast from this morning almost made an exit through your mouth while remembering the whole thing.

You lowered your face, but Simon was quick to lift it by your chin. His chocolate eyes inspected your blank expression closely, as if waiting for any sign you were about to break... How pathetic.

You two seemed to be at a loss of words until he once again stepped back and you muttered "Today at five...". He seemed content with your reply and walked away in silence.

Well, now you really need that stress reliever.

As if on cue, Price walked downstairs in a rush. When he spotted you he sighed in relief. "There you are, was just 'bout to ask you a favor... You wouldn't mind watching the kids upstairs, would you?"

The plan worked. "Did they make a fuss when you caught them, sir?" You bit back a snicker at the mental imagine of Price scolding them like a principal would to two naughty students skipping class and messing around.

"Two others scaped before I could do anything." He shook his head "Whoever they were won't face consequences today, but Mactavish and Rodriguez were dumb enough to get caught so now I have them ordering the whole ocean of old paperwork from my office."

Juuuust as planned. Wait- Shit, his office? The two of them together?

"I see. Do you need a babysitter by any chance?" You pouted and Price smirked "if you're free, sure! Heard Simon was looking for you." Seriously...? "Already dealt with that. So, what will I get in return for my babysitting shift?" Maybe you sounded flirtier than you intended, because when Price was taking his hat off to brush his growing hair back, his eyes widened, a shadow of a smirk played on the corner of his mouth and a slight blush grazed his pale cheeks.

"A please and thank you from your favorite captain. Now go make your old man the favor, yeah? Forgot i got a meeting with Laswell, can't keep my eyes on the brats upstairs. Thanks, sweetheart." He finally purred dismissing you.

Before he left, John threw you a wide smile when you walked upstairs so you didn't catch the look of satisfaction from your captain because thanks to your little banter. Price noticed the change in your demeanor. You weren't distant or quiet, you actually played and teased back just like you used to.

"What a forgetful morning for all of us..." You chuckled to yourself walking to steps at a time.

Well, now you ALSO had to figure out a way to get Rodriguez alone, hopefully in your old office. And that's if he even wanted to continue where you left off.

A knock on the door announced your arrival, then you opened the door and slid in. You bit down your excitement with an amused smile at the scene before you. Mactavish rised his head from the bundle of papers he was previously scanning from his lap at Price's chair.

"Hound! What a surprise!" Yeah, very convincing.

You shot him a nasty look and he quickly shrugged with a nervous smile "Wouldn't be here if Gus never mentioned me on the microphone!" You turned your gaze to where Soap was pointing. And there he was.

Rodriguez was looking directly at you , his mouth hanged open and his dark-honey eyes went wide as plates while he was carrying a big chunk of folders in both arms.

He genuinely looked surprised to see you again, this soon at least. A dust of pink kissed his cheeks at the memory of your last interaction. His tan skin and the few locks of dark hair that peeked under his beret glowed with the sun light from the nearby window. Rodriguez looked so soft and otherworldly you felt your own cheeks return the flush.

You rised a brow and he snapped from his trance coughing nervously and finally wetting his lower plump lip. "Sargeant Hound! I-it's a pleasure, a-an honour! We uh... Never got introduced before, properly at least-...?"

You smiled teasingly, he seemed mesmerized by the gesture biting back a wide embarrassed smile of his own. "My name is Gustavo Rodríguez, but everyone calls me Gus, if you please...'' he stuttered, his accent thick and rich just like his-

"Come on guys, i can't concentrate! Can you both take introductions to the other office or something? I'm busy here..." Soap's voice interrupted your short interaction.

Gus looked back at the other man, gave a curt nod, smiled at you appologetically and finally resumed ordering his tile of papers. You felt a tingle of disappointment when the Puerto Rican didn't catch the hint. Was he that oblivious? Or was it his way of hinting he didn't seek to spend some alone time with you?

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Gus." You said in a singsong voice, and sat on the couch at his side after he replied with a rushed "likewise, ma'am."

Silence invaded the office, the only sounds breaking it were from random pages being flipped and moved around. Sometimes Rodriguez would ask something to Soap in a hushed way like breaking the silence would earn him another punishment, Soap would respond in a normal tone and help him patiently with whatever he needed.

Some time later, you crossed paths with Soap when you stood up to pick a paper he accidentally dropped and he gave you this tight-lipped smile like he couldn't handle the awkwardness of the whole situation and was apologizing silently for getting caught and being in the middle of you two.

What you didn't ponder of this plan was that if it actually worked, Soap being there or not, the amount of paperwork would keep Gus busy easily for a few hours.

So you decided to join them quietly picking a random stash of papers and begun looking through the dates and numbers from the bottom corners, you were already familiar with their ordering dynamic after spending twenty minutes looking at their every move from the other side of the room. As expected, three people worked faster than two. And you were already used to ordering Price's mess of useless scattered old reports back in the day, so you were a grace of fresh air for the already exhausted men in the room.

After some time, the mountain of old reports and unimportant papers was low. You were finishing up dropping a bunch of plastic folders unceremoniously inside one drawer, a low sigh scaped your lips while making sure everything was in order inside it when suddenly, the warmth of a hand on your lower back startled you, but when you caught a whiff of Gus' cologne your shoulders slumped in relaxation.

"Sargeant? Muchas gracias... You have been helping us tiredesly, " He whispered causing goosebumps in your skin. You felt his body heat pressing to your side and you couldn't help but lean in with a sly smile.

You hummed and his breath felt hot against your ear, you enjoyed the slight ticklish sensation of his moustache against your neck as he spoke once more."Remind me to thank you any way you desire." Gus said when his hands found yours slowly closing the drawer you were inspecting. Work be damned.

The way he pronounced 'desire' in such delicious accent and lowered voice made the smile from your face falter and your thighs press together. Your eyes found Soap in the other side of the room, the big table in the center hid his crouched form, mumbling nonsense to himself as he seemed troubled searching for one specific folder, your eyes found Gustavo's who was now smiling widely waving the missing yellow folder the other sargeant was so adamant on finding.

"Sargeant Mactavish, i think i can take it from here." He said out loud, his amber eyes never left yours when you crossed your arms and leaned your hip against the side of the table. The smile you carried turned into a knowing smirk he quickly returned.

"Yeah, just give me a moment-... Ah shiet-... Where in god's ass is that jobby!?"

Soap started whining Scottish nonsense that made Gus frown and look at him in complete confusion breaking the heated stare you two previously shared. You took a step closer to him gaining back his attention, a hand traveled to his waist squeezing his side lightly earning a silent purr from the man who, just like you, was starting to get impatient as hell. You could tell from desperate look he had.

You should get a medal after all the paperwork you've done and the way you handled hours of sexual frustration doing said infernal task along the man you were craving to fuck on the very table you two were now leaning closely to.

"Mactavish get the fuck out of the office, please." You said with an angelic smile, Gus widened his eyes and held his breath.

Soap looked back at you stupefied by your tone while muttering "Yer awfy crabbit, lass... What's got ya-" at the realization of what was about to unbound when he saw your arm still stuck around Gus' waist and the little distance you two were in, he clapped his hands once with a "Welp! See ya then.", stood up and left.

You felt a little guilty for the way you kicked him out but right now your focus was on Gus, you'll make it up to Soap later...

Gazing back at him, amber eyes were already on you drinking you in, the blush of his cheeks have gotten much noticeable now that you two were finally close. He placed his hands on your hips fully facing you and took one shy step closer.

"You uh... There's something i need to tell you." His voice came out in another whisper.

"Moving quickly aren't we?" You purred.

He wasn't going to say what you were thinking right?

"I had admired you for so long, miss Hound..."

Miss hound? This man is hilarious, can't he get more adorable?

"Would you... Train me?"

You blinked twice "Train you?" He nodded. You adjusted your stance and placed your hands on his shoulders. Gus let's out a shaky breath as you pondered his petition.

"The quickie we had wasn't a way for you to get on my good side and ask me for random favours right?" It was clearly a joke but Gus went rigid and he genuinely looked hurt from such accusation, "Sargeant Hound-!" Shit "It's a joke." He sighed relieved, this man was so expressive you couldn't fight back a giggle.

"I'll do it, I'll train you."

"But i can't promise it'll be easy, i don't need to remind you i was personally trained by Ghost and Price-" His gave you a widened smile and his arms shot to hug you close twirling you around like a rag doll, his handsome laugh blessed your ears completely silencing the urge to complain at the sudden action.

"Lo siento! I've been dreaming to ask you this since forever! I've never thought I'd actually get the chance to train alongside you, and to have you personally training me? HOHO! Reyes and Nova won't believe this! I can't wait to start!-" He begun rumbling and you couldn't help but soften your eyes, his boyish excitement was so contagious, your hands cupped his cheeks and he took it as an invitation to lean closer and hush. Chests now pressed together, a look of raw adoration adorned face.

"I-... will shut up now." You squeeze his cheeks lightly with a chuckle, his stubble tickled your skin.

"Don't. Let a woman enjoy having a handsome man fawning over her, i could get used to it." He looked at you with a certain glint of smugness.

"Is that what you want, sargeant?"

It is what you want?

You loved your team, the boys always made you feel loved in their own respective ways, always making sure you were never left behind even when you isolated yourself like you had been doing these months. But right now, the way Gus was showering you in praises with a look that screamed want? You've never felt so desired and beautiful, not that you could remember.

"(Y/n)." You corrected.

"(Y/n)..." He repeated your name, tasting every letter on his tongue. You two started leaning into each other closer, his nose nudged yours, you rubbed the tips affectionately earning a low delighted chuckle from him.

You had waited enough. Your mouths collided in a desperate kiss. Desperate was the closest way to describe it, how your tongue hunted his and vice versa, how his half lidded eyes made him look drunk of your taste, your hands pushed his beret off grabbing his curly locks from the back of his head making the man growl into the kiss. Both of you grunted, moaned and melted into the ongoing make out more and more, limbs tangled into each other sensually.

Gus was an amazing kisser, you couldn't remember the last time you kissed someone like this. So full of want and need even though you two had toyed with each other ONCE and properly met TODAY.

The slight scratch of his facial hair, the taste of coffee on his mouth and the whiff of his fruity cologne you seemingly could never get enough of made you feel lightheaded, like you were floating. This man was a walking beacon of arousal.

But with the feeling came reality when Gus' strong arms picked you up, both hands cup your ass urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You complied with an excited giggle.

"Wait-"

He sighed into your mouth carrying you to the black leather couch you had spent hours working on. "I have to apologize for yesterday... I was too impulsive and..."

"Hon, I'm on the pill, and we all get checked regularly. I trust you, do you trust me?" It was a simple question, a necessary one. Gus nodded slowly, his prominent blush still graced his cheeks. You leaned to kiss them and chuckled when you noticed his eyes were now glued to your cleavage as it heaved with your fast aroused breaths.

"Like what you see? Take my pants off right now." You whispered.

Gus chuckled nervously, his eyes looked away flustered, seemingly put on the spot. "Heh, i uh, sorry. I didn't know how to transition to that..."

He definitely couldn't get any cuter. His angelic face lit up in excitement and arousal the lower your pants were pulled, and with your aid, your panties followed.

The office basked on the warmth of the sunlight from the closed side window. The reports stuffed in folders of different colors and dates were separated carefully in various places through the whole overstuffed office. Price's big wooden table was clear from any paper with only his laptop laying there charging and Gustavo's forgotten beret.

The silence from the hall would have worried you if it wasn't for the early hours of the morning. Everyone was tending their own respective duties and/or training. That means...no one could hear the wet noises, growls, muffled moans and delighted meowls from inside of your beloved captain's office.

You currently lay on your back on the couch, your legs were wrapped around Gus' shoulders who was laying on the opposite side and funnily, due to his height, he had both his legs completely hanging off the edge, eagerly lapping at your cunt like a bear searching for the sugary treat of honey in desperate grunts and growls.

His hands squeezed your thighs a little hard with a delighted moan when your taste first coated his tongue. Your head threw back at the feeling of him attacking your clit in fast kitten licks, at the same time, his meaty index finger pressed to your entrance lubricating it to later thrust it in and massage your insides, his eagerness to taste you drove him away from your clit to slurp your juices hungrily once again, replacing his finger with his hot tongue, his big nose and moustache scratched the needy ache in your puffy nub deliciously. Dark jasper eyes were trained to your every expression, you could feel his smirk when he heard you moan his name like a god-damned prayer.

Gus groaned pleased at the feeling of your smaller hands tugging on his locks to rock yourself on his face, which was invitation enough to have him surprise you by lifting your thighs to push his himself further inside the mess of your hole, earning chorus of moans from your parted lips.

You knew the thigh grabbing would be a thing the moment he took your pants down and seemed to salivate at the sight of your legs. They were big and toned, years of training as the fastest and most agile member of the 141 task force made you build your legs like ones of a football player.

For Gus, you looked like a tasty treat. A goddess blessing him with the gift of a delicious wet cunt and the warmest embrace from your sexy thighs. He could die a happy man if you were to suffocate him between the wonderful warmth of your legs and the salty ocean of your pussy juices.

The Rican bit down hungrily at your inner thighs when he felt you clench them around his head once more announcing your approaching orgasm with desperate higher moans. Gus, ever the teasing bastard, denied your orgasm separating his hot tongue from your needy sex.

"W-wha-... What are you doing?" Frustration was plastered on your face when he smiled widely, his facial hair shone brightly lubricated with your sticky fluids, he cleaned them with the back of his hand, his tongue gave his hand a big lick afterwards making you huff and blush.

Gus rested his chin on your lower tummy, a handsome smile playing on his stupid teasing face when his hands massaged your abs feeling your rapid breaths. It was when your trembling hands grabbed his curly raven locks more firmly to force his mouth into your cunt that he grabbed your wrists halting you completely. "I want you to cum on my cock, corazón... If that's okay?" He clarified.

"What. Tired of the taste of pussy already, big boy?" You asked teasingly earning a hum from Gus who with a pussy-drunk look, winked you an eye saying "Never." In between throaty growls.

He lowered his head and burried his tongue deep inside your wet cavern again, this time thrusting his whole head against your pussy back and force making your whole body rock with his harsh movements. You had to bite down a scream covering your mouth muffling it, a moan of relief followed. Your pleasure-filled noises were music to his ears but also his sign to go back to being a complete asshole.

You growled in desperation when he begun unwrapping your legs from his neck denying your orgasm once more. Gus planted an apologetic kiss to your clit and moved your whole body with his strong arms so you were now kneeling on the cushion.

A laugh of surprise followed by a huff scaped his lips when you tangled yourself around him in a deadly grip making him lose his balance and fall backwards to the cushions with you now sitting on his still clothed erection, the friction made him clench his teeth in pleasure with a hiss.

"How the tables turn..." You said In a teasing purr, and he shivered, your body slowly lowers to his zipper's level. He lifted a little to help you pull his pants down with an excited chuckle.

Your toothy smile turned evil as your hands broke his hard cock from the confines of his black boxers. It stood proudly like a bloody missile ready for launching and explode your insides.

"There's my big boy..." You coo licking your lips.

He looked pleased with your reaction a shy smile replaced his smug facade. But soon he broke down from it and lifted a brow smirking at the ego boost.

"Come feel your big boy then, sargeant..." Gus must have thought you'd jump to his request of fucking you right now when he patted his right meaty thigh.

"Look at you, so smug." A yelp broke his cool demeanor when you hurriedly grabbed his dick by the base with both hands.

"Don't go thinking I won't have a taste first."

Gus looked at you like a starving man, almost regretful of his teasing. Almost.

You moved upwards leaning to his face, hands still firmly wrapped around his hard erection, he closed his eyes and parted his lips expecting a kiss. He looked angelic, his blushing cheeks gave him an air of innocence despite the strong arousal, but you had other plans, so you went to his right ear. Your lips kissed and nipped his lobe teasingly before you growled lowly. "You are testing my patience, i didn't take you for a fucking brat. Be a good boy and let me choke on that dick and NO teasing, or i swear to God you'll have blue balls for the rest of the day." Then you moved back to watch his handsome face.

He was looking at you in surprise blushing furiously. Gus' pupils went enormous eating the amber tone of his iris, his arousal did nothing but increase at your choice of words. A good boy huh? The Rican found himself growing painfully harder at the prospect of being your good boy. Your obedient boy toy always eager for your attention and affection.

His cock twitched at the annoyed look on your face. It was like a switch was triggered. He craved to change that look of displeasure at his previous teasing. To have you only look at him flushed and content, drunk in pleasure and delirious because of his affectionate ministrations, because of HIM. Him, the nobody Costa Rican cop who found his opportunity to change the world and took it, moving to London, fighting alongside the big dogs and now offering himself to the pleasure of his most admired muse. His Sargeant Hound.

In years of service he had never felt so devoted to anything that wasn't his dream of making this world a little brighter and less dangerous, but you... How your eyes sparkled in confusion at his prolonged silence but melted in warmth as his hands cupped your now flushed cheeks. He craved you. He needed to take you right now, to serve you as the good boy you wished him to be.

"Mi mamita hermosa..." Gus purred, his voice was syrup in your lips.

You kissed deeply and slowly, exchanging saliva and the aftertaste of your pussy fluids. He was a little conscious you'd find the action gross but then you kissed him back just as deeply, just as... As passionately. He felt warmth flutter on his chest.

When you parted your lips from each other, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths, he whispered a plead.

"I'll be your good boy, please mami, forgive me..."

The pet name sounded so foreign to you, 'Mommy' was the correct translation for it, surprisingly it didn't upset you at all. You never though you'd get called mommy in this short of situation, but you were not opposed to it, in fact... You felt yourself clench around nothing and your ego skyrocket. You loved the change of demeanor a simple threat have caused on this big bear of a man.

"Do you want mommy to taste you, huh?" Your hands pumped his cock, the tip of it an angry shade of red, the first droplets of precum emerged from it's slit like tiny diamonds under the daylight. You looked at his member closely eating with your eyes every detail. From the barely trimmed dark hair from the three prominent veins that run through his length like rivers. Your mouth watered.

"It's all yours mami, please... Please let me feel you..."

No need to say it twice.

You were on your knees lapping the underside of his big iron cock, his eyes glimmered like gemstones kissed by the strong sunlight from the now fogged windows, Gus sighed entranced by the hypnotizing trail of kisses you laid all over his member, then you lowered yourself again to have your tongue eagerly licking and lips nipping down the base of his cock, right in the begining of his ball sack.

His lips parted as he was about to voice his encourages for you finally try and put his dick inside your pretty mouth, but you hushed him when your head shot upwards and your lips pressed against his aching tip. A surprised but delighted yelp quickly followed from Gus, his body jolting for a second.

You smiled up at him, he was unmoving, lips parted but silent and eyes looking down at you in heavy anticipation holding his breath.

The warmth of your mouth welcomed the first few inches of his cock, Gus groaned loudly forcing himself to not look away from you as he cried out in pleasure. He made a mental screenshot of the view of your pretty lips wrapped against his monstrous cock.

You felt powerful. To have a man as handsome as Gustavo Rodriguez furrow his brows in mind-breaking pleasure, but at the same time it wasn't enough. So you tried to force yourself to swallow pass more than half of his length which proved to be as difficult as it seemed if not more. Your throat clenched around his cock when you swallowed and kept lowering yourself, Gus already looked like he was about to cry, pass out or the two of them consecutively.

A grimace greeted you when you opened your eyes to look up at him, he looked to be in pain, a line of sweat shone from his forehead, but you knew better. Because when you started bobbing your head up and down slowly, from his lips erupted a line of praises and curses in a chocked Spanish.

Your controlled breaths, slurps and gagging sounds mixed with the SpecGru operator's moans made your arousal ACHE, so you roughly pushed one of his legs in between yours and started rubbing yourself on it staining his hairy leg with the ocean of pleasure your pussy was crying out. Gus almost cracked a smile at the irony of his sargeant Hound acting like a literal dog in heat humping his leg like crazy. The feeling of your thick thighs pressed together crushing his leg made him groan loudly pressing it harder to your weeping hole while you deliciously rubbed your clit against his tensed leg. You moaned at the feeling causing vibrations against his cock.

He quickly noticed how the rhythm of your humps and swallows synchronized so he moved his leg a little faster in hopes you'd do the same with your bobbing, but you, wicked little thing, kept to your pace, he guessed as a punishment for his teasing.

You spent a few seconds more chocking and gagging on his big fat cock, your jaw started to ache and your throat burned so you decided to give your mouth a brief break. You moved away followed by a cry of desperation from the needy man.

"Sorry love, might need some practice... It's been a while and you are pretty big." You apologized teasingly.

"Your mouth feels... Divina... Take your time, querida... Just don't-"

Don't stop? Oh honey.

Your hands went to toy with his cock making him suck in a breath. One went to massage his tip, he spasmed instantly at the overstimulation earning a chuckle from you, both of your hands worked rhythmically up and down his massive size. You increased the pace of your thrusts against his leg but never changed the steady one you kept to his cock, but you did squeeze it harder and he thanked you by giving you cheek an affectionate squeeze.

He looked so out of breath with his legs tensing and skin sweating, he hadn't stopped moaning, grunting and whimpering since you laid hands on him, the mere image of you touching him was driving the man insane in pleasure, like a virgin boy discovering porn for the first time.

Gus warm hand still on your cheek moved away his thumb when he pressed it teasingly on your lips, your tongue licked the pad of his finger in an invitation he took by entering his thumb inside your wet cavern massaging your eager tongue and exploring the hole he previously abused with his cock. You hummed giving him a light squeeze on his dick.

"Huff... Si. Right there, mamita... Agh- Don't... Don't stop..." He blessed you with delicious moans as you pumped him a little bit harder this time going into a faster pace. The rhythm of your hips now on sinc with the fast pumps your small hands gave to his cock.

His red tip begun weeping even more. The Puerto Rican tilts his head back with a loud groan, his pleasured whines compensated the loss of his eyes on you. He looked so fucking delicious your mouth started salivating, so you moved away from his thumb with a light pop! and lowered your head to twirl your tongue around his tip with a light hum increasing the pace of pumps once more and swallowed the excessive amount of precum that was pooling inside your mouth. One of your hands quickly cupped his balls as they bounced up and down then squeezed them lightly. Gus now rolls his eyes to the back of his skull, his orgasm quickly approaching and his hips moved to fuck your mouth following your hand movements.

"Si, si, si, yes... Fuck, FUCK!" The harder you sucked on his tip the more violently his thighs shook.

"(Y/n)... I'm close... Me corro! Shit!" His declaration was the final push you needed to start feeling your end quickly approaching. Your hips moved clumsily as you meowled into his cock, your clit getting mercilessly crushed against his shinbone, fighting your desperate moans was useless when your hips bucked against him chasing your end just as Gus was doing right now.

You both sang the song of love in pants, groans and choked moans until one of his hands shot to his mouth when he let out a quiet cry, the other went to your head pushing you to swallow his entire length to the brim, his happy trail tickled your nose, your eyes watered and you fought back a harsh choke. The feeling of your spasming pussy, quivering thighs and brain-melting orgasm broke your selfcontrol making you greedily push your mouth impossibly closer to his pelvis, then came bliss.

You came all over his leg, your eyes went blank as you were high in ecstasy, the taste of his seed cloud your senses. His big hands gripped your hair keeping you in place as you swallowed his love juices.

"Fuuuuuuuuck..."

You huffed in amusement, you feel sure this man has never cursed so much in such a short time.

Gus tries to calm his breathing, now looking at you move away from his softening sex and sit yourself straddling his thighs. His hands massaged your bare legs, amber eyes full of wonder and drunk affection stuck to your face, like he discovered a whole new world in the darkness of your pupils. He swallowed, breaking the momentary silence that broke between you two.

In a beat, warmth graced your left cheek when he cupped it tenderly with one of his hands the other squeezed your left thigh lightly. His face felt magnetic when you rested your forehead against his, both of your eyes closed you hum at the relaxing feeling of his strong hands caressing your skin. Yours mirrored the movement nuzzling his blushing cheeks, his stubble and finally you moved them to brush his hair backwards and scratch his scalp affectionately.

Gus was melting on the spot, humming softly along you and whispering sweet nothings to your ear. How good your mouth felt on his cock, how warm and soft your skin was, and to your amusement, he apologized for cumming first and denying your release. You chuckled at this, but your laugh cut short when you felt the big bear of a man grinding upwards slowly.

His previously softening member now was hard as a rock once more and brushing your entrance with each lazy thrust in slight desperation. He gave you a pleading look, like he needed you to voice your approval.

You kissed him deeply instead when you slid his member inside your warm wet pussy, Gus wrapped both arms around you as you sank your hips as low as you could, his erection filling you perfectly. Moans of relief sound in unison, heaving chests moved against one another when you circled your waist, your walls squeezed him deliciously making him hiss and hug you tighter.

"Now's your chance papa bear..." You breathed out.

Gus took the encouragement to heart, both of his legs spread wide to accomodate you, his hands hurriedly pulled your shirt off until it was only one article of clothing that separated your bare body from the warmth of his body. You took your time to strip yourself from your bra enjoying every second of his pleasure-filled expression. Gus looked at you inspecting every inch of skin from your fully bare body.

You felt slightly shy under the weight of his full attention. You didn't feel bad towards your body, not anymore at least, it was littered in scars of different sizes and depths pretty much everywhere. Each one of them with different memories of past missions and unfortunate incidents, you could barely remember them all... At least your face and hands were miraculously intact.

Gus whispered something in his mother's tongue, something you couldn't quiet catch. Something along the lines of "Mi hermoso ángel de la guerra." And something more... But he didn't give you time to question when both of his arms went to wrap themselves around you again and his hips snapped upwards with so much force he punched all the air from your lungs.

The Rican showered you in praises you tried to register but couldn't with your loud broken moans and the force of his increasing pace. There was a particular thrust after he bucked a little to the right that kissed the mouth of your cervix making you whimper and bite your lip almost drawing blood. This man was mind-fucking you out of your senses.

His breath hitched, Gus' eyes were half lidded and almost blank losing his focus the more he felt you clench with his erratic thrusts, his moans were gone yet his mouth was still open. And you were no better, your breasts violently bounce up and down almost painfully with the force of his movements. One hand went to his shoulder and the other covered your mouth as you cried out in pleasure, your pussy had a firm grip on his cock. You really felt like you were ready to burst at any moment.

Gus hissed something in spanish under his breath, squelching noises echoed through the office as you started moving your ass meeting his thrusts, his balls clapped your cheeks with every buck of his hips, your moans turned into high-pitched cries of his name making the man reach his limit faster. His thrusts went clumsier and uncoordinated with your movements, the pure bliss of your walls squeezing him tight had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head and moaning your name back in gutural growls as if saying it would prolong the pleasure, and damn, it did.

He was fucking his sargeant, one of 141's most strongest soldier, he was claiming you, molding your insides with his length and practically using you as a flashlight when your body started to loose strength. Formalities were thrown out the fogged window, fuck titles, fuck rules, you clinged to each other like desperate lovers claiming their affection in a tango of naked limbs and a symphony of feral growls, moans and other sinful noises.

He pressed your lips together in a sloppy kiss when he felt your body tense then convulse, the loud cry that scaped you was quickly swallowed by him and that eager tongue you loved to choke on. And with a final thrust, you both came moaning into each other's mouths.

It was heavenly to feel this man fill you up again. It would have been greater if he was fully bare from waist up so you'd both be naked together pressing your sweaty skins against one another but you couldn't complain, not when your wishes of seeing him again like this were granted so quickly.

What you could complain about though was that your phone started vibrating from your pants' pocket that were carelessly thrown to the other side of the office a lifetime ago. You huffed and flopped yourself on Gus, who was now tracing circles on your back and kissing your shoulder tenderly, your sexes still conjoined, heavy breaths lulling your exhausted bodies into a state of sleepiness, and you weren't planning on moving any time soon. But big papa bear couldn't let his mommy sleep on work.

"Mamita, your phone..." His gruff voice spoke, a soft warning of your still buzzing phone, it prevented you from completely dozing off on the warm embrace you were sharing right now. You wined feeling like nibbling on his warm meaty arms, and you did as a way of punishment. Rodriguez giggled boyishly not expecting the ticklish attack on his biceps from the mouth he craved to devour again. "Ey ey! Come on, no biting, mami!" You smiled up at him and gave him an apologetic kiss to his arm.

The moment you moved to stand up with a groan, your sexes separated and a pool of cum cascaded out of your puffy cunt and you gasped loudly as it shot to the floor. Gus laughed breathlessly and seemingly as surprised as you.

"Ah mierda... I guess you got me too excited..."

"Really?" You smirked and laughed back sarcastically running to get your pants and phone not before cleaning your aching cunt with a napkin. "Good thing I'm on the pill or you would surely have-" You silenced yourself.

At first you were afraid that whatever you were about to say would turn the light mood into an awkward situation. And it did end the light mood but not in the way you expected.

Gus was facing you, a ghost of a smirk in the corner of half open mouth, eyes dark and full of desire, and you were sure yours sparkled the same way. His hands flexed on the edge of the couch and his soft dick turned half hard.

Did you just discover a new kink you both shared?

Did you really have a breeding kink? Isn't it too soon to jump into THIS kind of kinks? Fuck it, everything with Gus seemed so fast yet so exciting you didn't mind at all.

But those thoughts died when from the corner of your eye you spot Soap's name on your phone screen. And reading under his name from the non-stopping notifications you quickly noticed this man was warming you that the captain just left to fetch you and Rodriguez.

Gus widened his eyes at your panicked movements as you gathered your clothes to quickly put them on, he didn't blink twice before he was rushing to mirror your actions.

Under all the rustling of clothes your ears would have perked up at the quiet steps echoing through the hall slowly approaching the office. You were now fully clothed and ready to give Gus his beret when the man flopped to the floor violently scrubbing with the napkin you tossed to the table the little puddle of cum on the floor near Price's favorite carpet.

The door clicked open, Gus jumped up in a casual stance like he just finished admiring the weather outside as he discreetly opened the window to mask the slight scent of sweat and sex, you casually scratched your chin as if you were lost in thought when your other hand yanked the dirty napkins to toss them inside your pocket and the captain, thankfully not suspecting anything, whistled at you lowly asking if the kid behaved.

"He did his homework like a good boy." You teased playfully slapping Gus right on his left ass cheek, he yelped blushing furiously but nodding nonetheless. His big hand massaged his butt giving you a shy look with a nervous smile.

"Good, because Baseplate's back and he needs his whole squad on the training field at four. If you haven't eaten yet, I suggest you do it now."

"Baseplate!? I thought team leader would be coming next week. Thank you for informing me captain. T-the reports were successfully fixed, and thank you for your help, Sargeant Hound." You chuckled mockingly as Gus gave you a formal salute before going for the exit.

"Gustavo." You called.

"You forget your beret, soldier."

Yet again.

.

Cooking anything was the cherry on top for the magnific morning Gus just had. It didn't matter if Soap had him pranked into hours of work at Price's office, after all, he got to spend time with you. And inside you. Heh.

And now he craved to have a celebratory dish and hopefully save some for you if you were willing to try a bite. A fluttering feeling made him smile and humm some tune at the thought cooking something for you. Back on the other base in Germany where they previously served at, he took a habit of cooking for his team. Memories of his home flew back to him , he remembered his younger self when he used to cook for his parents, his sister's family and his grandmother. For Gus food was love. And who was better to share it with than his teammates and his new trainer?

He was about done when he passed two plates behind him for his two best friends to take and he lastly served himself leaving the rest on the pan.

"Are you paying attention?"

Reyes took a large chunk of his food to his mouth and Nova squinted in repulsion. "Mate, grab a fork-"

"Lafayette is coming to the bar tonight, i need someone at the base to keep track on the bastard of Baseplate, make sure he doesn't follow me or some shit-"

"Isn't that him on the door?" Gus joked. And Reyes jumped from his chair almost knocking all the plates.

"Not cool, brother. Don't joke about Baseplate being an ass if you two are still up for the secret plan i made..."

"We don't even know what the whole thing is about!" Nila squawked.

"My sweet Nova. Tonight I'll show you two what you two obviously were missing in highschool. You got the recipe of the brownies I've sent you, Rodri?"

Gus took his time to swallow the food he was munching and nods at Reyes.

"Enzo, is this about the uh..." He coughs and with a weary look whispers at his brother in arms "You know.... About the oregano...?"

Reyes smirked at the other man, hastily finished the little food he had on his plate, stood up and went to the sink. "Why the hell would I call a meeting with the angsty teenager of my cousin to the nastiest bar in the street in such worrisome hours of the night if not for some top quality weed?"

Nova threw him a glare and Gus shook his head in quiet disapproval.

"You give me all the disapproving-parent's eyes all you want. I don't hear any of you complaining about watching one of those stupid cartoons Gus likes while feasting on happy brownies!"

"We are talking about getting high inside a military base. We RECENTLY fought cartel and all you think about right now is to celebrate with-... With-... Gus, you tell him."

Nova looked back at Gus for support, the Rican seemingly put on the spot barked at Reyes. "Okay uh, first off. Sargeant Keroro isn't a stupid cartoon, it's art. And the recipe you sent me is for a simple chocolate brownie! You insult me hermano... You really think i can't cook a stupid brownie without using una tonta recipe?"

Nova had to take deep breaths to not slap Gus on the face as the man rambled about his cooking skills and his favorite childhood show to a grinning Reyes who was now trying to steal Nova's food as he fake-listened to Rodriguez.

.

It was two o'clock and you had already informed your captain about your morning with Mactavish and Rodriguez, including the latter's wish for being trained by you. Price pondered on his request, he seemed to formulate a mental opinion but before sharing anything he asked what your thoughts were.

"It'll help me get back on track. I'll take responsibility of his training and soon enough wake my sore body from months of doing absolutely nothing. Think of it as giving a child an egg to take care of it for a week as a way to improve their responsibility and attentiveness." Price chuckled at the comparison but encouraged you to keep going.

"I've been away for quiet some time, you know well i can handle myself. And besides, I've been your trainee for a while, why not switch roles?" He didn't look too convinced now.

"Tell you what, we'll see how Gus does during training. If I like what I see, I'll adopt the egg."

"You keep calling the man your egg, it won't change the fact that you also need SpecGru's team leader's permission. I won't deny it, I'm surprised you'd want to train anyone! But I'm not against it either. Though, (y/n)... Remember to watch out for yourself as well."

He went on for a while with one of his long monologues about your mental health and stability in the field.

Price was not as eager as Ghost about you dropping out of your two-month vacation. He believed you still needed some time. He has always been too overprotective over you, wether he viewed you as a pupil or as his own daughter you didn't mind because admit it out loud or not, Ghost was right. You couldn't stay in the sidelines forever.

Going to your dorm's bathroom to freshen up from the deliciously messy encounter with Gus and take a clean change of clothes, your stomach rumbles in protest.

You left your room after putting much lighter clothes matching the hot weather outside and went to knock on Gaz's room. You two usually went to eat together but this time it looks like your drama sister had left a little sooner.

"The betrayal!" You whisper-yelled when the second knock went ignored.

To the kitchens it is. Alone, Gazless and starving. At least your sexual appetite was successfully satiated.

Walking downstairs and through the halls your hunger started getting more annoying, the lack of breakfast was twisting your stomach painfully, sadly for you, Gustavo's love juices were not considered a balanced breakfast. At some point you expected you would run into Soap checking if you two actually got caught since you practically left him on read, but you found none of your 141 peers on sight. Ah well...

They were probably stuffing themselves full of the few extra portions of apple pie Price hid for you.

Arriving to the kitchenette's doors you heard some voices from where you stood. Three voices, one of them you recognized instantly as the Costa Rican. A playful smirk instantly planted itself on your face.

When the voices had quietened down a bit, you stepped inside and as soon as you closed the door behind you someone rushed to get out almost pushing you against the wall with the force of their speed. You stood there baffled.

There, hanging on the side table rested Nila Brown, or by her codename Nova. She, along with Rodriguez snapped their heads to you, Nova gave you a curt nod and kept to her conversation with Gus who now pretended to be listening as he finished washing the dirty plates he just used internally screaming at your presence.

"Sorry about that, sargeant."

"What the hell was that? A human-shaped bullet?" You playfully said walking to the fridge keeping their light mood up a little uncomfortable with the formalities.

Nova sighed readjusting her bun. "Baseplate has arrived, so now Reyes is on a mission to NOT run into him." Gus discreetly elbowed her arm lightly.

You weren't sure whether to ask or not, so you shrugged grabbing yourself a cold drink, Nova and Gus were glad you didn't ask.

Said man gave Nova another nudge with a look of urgency pleading her to leave, she looked at him puzzled but complied looking at the new plate he was serving. Her smile and light head shake was enough answer for Gus to sigh relieved, the pilot left the kitchenette and you two along with it.

"Hmm, that smells good. What are you cooking?"

"I um, it's a little invention! I actually saved some for you, miss Hound."

"A way to a woman's heart is through the stomach, huh? Very clever, Rodriguez." You teased.

He looked so silly wearing his uniform AND a white apron with "kiss the cook" badly scribbled on it. When you pointed it out he chuckled saying it was a gift from Soap in exchange for his meals and that led you to ask some questions about his love for cooking. The conversation was light and casual as he prepared the small table for you, ever the gentleman, it was like what happened less than an hour ago never occurred.

"So, you didn't answer my question. What am I eating, chef Ramsay?"

Gus laughed at the little nickname and apologized for forgetting the question. The plate looked and smelled delicious. He explained it was some short of meat pie with melted cheese wrapped in something called polenta. Whatever that was, it had a bright yellow color and it looked like mashed potatoes.

"Polenta! It's made out of uh, sémola de maíz. Hold on." You gave him your phone with Google translator already awaiting him, he smiled sweetly at the gesture. "Thank you, mamita. Let's see uh... Corn flour. Yeah makes sense. The rest is simply meat with veggies, the stuffing of any meat pie and i added cheese. I-I asked Sargeant Mactavish for his permission to use it, he said that as long as I share some he didn't mind!"

You laughed eating your freshly cooked meal, it tasted devine. Gus said that it needed some salt but everything tasted so perfect you didn't add nor avoid anything from the plate. The moment you first dig the fork into it and see the strings of melting cheese attached to the piece as you slowly lifted your fork, you fell in love.

Your mouth watered when he excitedly urged you to take a bite with a look of anticipation and glee, like a child preparing his first sandwich for his parent to try.

The moment you took a bite a pleased moan fell from your closed lips, Gus could have cried and/or popped a boner right then and there. He sat next to you, one hand on his lap and the other supporting his cheek as he dreamily enjoyed the view of you stuffing your face like a hamster with the polenta-meat pie. Funny how they laughed and joked around when Reyes grossly ate anything, and now Gus was completely mesmerized at your inhumane display of eating, you looked like a starving animal who hadn't eaten for days.

You honestly didn't care, the meat pie with polenta was your new favorite dish, and your stomach growled with force at the delicious smell and taste.

"O-Oh! By the way, speaking about sargeant Mactavish... He told me to tell you that he uh, he took some box lieutenant Ghost had for you? He said something about you meeting him before training."

"Holy shit,"

The bastard-

Soap actually had the balls to go rob Ghost. And not only that, but rob GHOST'S OFFICE. Were all Scottish people that mad and hungry for danger?

You guessed that Jhonny being close to Ghost figured he was keeping something very important on his office when he saw Laswell giving him your package.

Soap had been trying to get inside your "secret club" with Gaz (and in some weird occasions, Ghost) in which you would stick your noses in everyone's life inside the base and basically gossip and theorize about anything and everything, like grannies discussing their neighborhood dramas. Kyle had strictly told you not to let John join because he was one loud mouth and you agreed completely. You loved him like he was your little brother, but man, the guy sucked ass keeping secrets, so obviously you always told him no when he ran to you two with "juicy material" he obviously always made up to persuade you into letting him in.

Talking about the gossip club... It's been a long time since you last talked with Garrick about everyone's business. God you missed going to his room and enjoy your nightly teas, snacks and deliciously inappropriate conversations about everyone's personal life.

Anyway, back to the present. Soap was about to get his ass whooped, but at least you got to see and use your mask against Simon's grumpy ass order of not using it out of missions.

"I gotta fly then..."

"Now? I mean..."

You gave Gus a sweet knowing smile when you took your plate and everything else to the sink and got ready to clean it, he was quick to shoo you away saying he would take care of the cleaning.

"You are an amazing cook, Gus. Who knows, maybe you picked the wrong job."

"Ha ha. I only need to improve my hand-to-hand combat, that's why I asked for help from the greatest badass i know! Mi vida, you haven't seen me in action yet."

"We'll see how you do in training later, also don't forget to ask mama hen for his permission. I can't train you without Baseplate giving the okay."

Gus bit his lower lip with a spaced out look already machining something. "Yeah I got it, i'll take care of that. Also, don't forget Soap's lunch box! I-it's right there, it has some polenta too."

You winked and clicked your tongue taking the blue lunch box and thanking him for everything.

Just when you were about to leave a big hand wrapped around your bicep lightly pulling you back.

"Ey, Hound. Forgettin' something?" Gus said in a seductive voice giving you a shiver you played off by turning around with a twirl.

"Well, i have Soap's pastel de carne con polenta. So unless it's a kiss goodbye..." You insinuated with a playful pout he mirrored cutely approaching you and wrapping both of his arms around your waist, your hands found the sides of his face and squeezed his cheeks affectionately.

"Mmmm maybe... Kiss the cook?" he joked in a low chuckle planting a peck on the tip of your nose. Gus was so sweet he was going to give you cavities. You pretended to take a moment to ponder the request.

"Si. Bésame, papa bear." You said in a raspy voice, his chuckle was silenced when your mouths pressed together and bodies entwined.

The amount of warmth that embraced Gus' heart was so intense he felt like he would pass out right there. If only you knew the effect you had on him when you did so much as speak in Spanish, if only you knew the effect one kiss from you did to his body.

"Papa bear huh?"

"You did call me mommy, does that upset you, big boy?"

He groaned biting your lower lip and squeezing your ass cheeks.

"Claro que no, mamita. Makes me want to devour you like one." Gus said attacking your neck in sweet kisses that had you giggling and squirming from his strong grasp.

He bit his lip trying to suppress a big grin when you pulled away holding the lunch box tightly to your chest.

"Remind me to buy bear spray then! I'm too young and crazy to get eaten by a big horny bear-man!"

"Wouldn't you like to get eaten by one though, mi vida?" He shot back wiggling his brows.

You rolled your eyes and turned around once more resuming your walk out of the kitchen but not before yelping at the feeling of Gus swatting your ass with a clean kitchen rag laughing like a Disney villain. A clear vendetta of the previous ass slap you gave the poor Rican right in front of the captain.

"Fair!"

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[onbearfeet]

In which I am the monster and also there is a burrito bowl

I had an amazingly crap day today--my phone bricked itself, my anemia threw a party, just generally shit--and I decided that the only thing to do about it was to eat some cow so I'd be functional for my evening class. The nearest source of cow was Chipotle, so I put in an online order and drove over to pick it up.

I got out of my car, already tugging on my mask so I wouldn't forget due to anemia brain fog. Then I looked up and found myself face to face with what I can only describe as a SoCal Magafucker. You know 'em when you see 'em. He was a scruffy jacked white dude,maybe 30 years old, wearing a muscle tee, mirrored sunglasses, and a trucker hat sporting the silhouette of an AR-15 backed by an American flag.

And he was goddamn terrified.

I really can't describe it except to say that he was staring at me with his mouth open in the kind of pure horror normally reserved for Lovecraftian abominations. I was pretty spooked myself, since I was in a narrow space between cars and that particular combination of accessories has pointed fake and real guns at me on protest lines, but his hands were empty and I didn't see a holster and he didn't say anything, so I just assumed he was having a really quiet stroke and wove around him to go pick up my burrito bowl. He took off a couple seconds after that, hurrying toward a nearby gym with an occasional backward glance.

I was halfway across the massive parking lot when the penny dropped.

Bro had been on the way to his safe space at the gym when a car door opened and I stepped out, wearing an N95 mask, extra-dark designer sunglasses (they're prescription), and a T-shirt featuring a cartoon dragon in the colors of the demisexual pride flag that accidentally makes my torso look way more toned and my forearms way more ripped than they are. From his point of view, I had a nearly unreadable expression, my face was covered up like the fucking Winter Soldier, and I was probably doing the murder-stalk to match because that's just how I walk when I'm powering through shit.

I have been reliably informed that I have a serious case of resting murder face, resting murder stance, and resting murder walk when I'm tired. (For the uninitiated, I am sometimes onethingconstant and I wrote the murderboots post.) So to a guy in mirrored sunnies and a my-flag-is-also-a-gun hat, I probably looked every inch the pissed-off queer woman, coming right at him in his gym parking lot in front of God and everybody like I knew what he'd been saying to trans people on the internet. It was a very "I have just discovered there are bears in these woods and I regret my life choices" kind of reaction.

Anyway, I hope my blank stare and cartoon dragon haunt his nightmares.

[angellayercake]

Sam and the Series of Disastrous Dates

Sam has watched her new best friend fall in love with the man of her dreams but when will it be her turn? For OC kiss week 2023 we will follow Sam from the Pastimes for a Retired Papa series on some of her dating adventures and see if she will ever meet her dream man.

Original Female Character x Original Male Character

AO3

Day 3 - Nostalgia (TW graphic descriptions of violence from the Jack the Ripper murders) 

She had finally resorted to tinder. Her friends had let her down. She certainly didn’t feel like approaching anyone in the wild. So she was sitting in her apartment one evening swiping away at endless pictures of men hiking abroad, men posing with tigers, men posing at the gym, men djing. Over and over again it was the same thing. 

Only swipe right for blondes. No. Left.

Only listens to EDM. No. Left.

Has four different cities listed in location. No. Left.

Only looking for hookups. No. Left.

Only travels north of the river. No. Left

Found myself while travelling in Thailand. No. Left.

Doctor of History who runs walking tours around the city as a hobby. Maybe. She taps on his picture and reads the rest of his comments, intrigued. He had shaggy hair, dressed like a hipster geography teacher and wore glasses. He looked down to earth and approachable. Ok so swiping right then. The ‘It’s a match’ pops up instantly and the app sends her straight to the message system. Here goes nothing. 

Two nights later she finds herself waiting by a bus stop in East London watching as he concludes his last tour of the day. The tourists were hanging on his every word. He had caught her eye as they arrived, offering her a smile and she was relieved to see he looked exactly like his pictures. The group started to disperse and he stopped to shake hands with an older couple who looked like they were thanking him and handing over a tip. Then he was walking towards her and she felt the beginnings of butterflies in her stomach. 

‘It’s Sam isn’t it?’ He was soft spoken but sure of himself. ‘I’m Julien, it’s lovely to meet you in person.’ They had messaged enough to establish there was some kind of connection and attraction and when she had jokingly asked for a private tour he had eagerly offered to meet the next night after his last group. 

‘Thanks Julian, great to meet you too, although I think I’m more excited for the tour.’ She joked and he gave her a cheeky smile. 

‘Sure, how can I compete with Jack the Ripper! I’ll never be as interesting and mysterious as that guy.’ They laughed together, the slightly awkward first date atmosphere clearing so when he offered her his arm she took it smiling and let him lead her away through the bust foot traffic. 

‘Whitechapel was referred to as such because of the church that dominated the skyline in the area and what started out as just a landmark became a nickname and then it stuck so the area is still named after it today long after the church is gone. Nothing else about the area could have been considered white or pure, with some of the most dangerous streets being known as the ‘blackest of the black streets.’ not only because of the lack of the now iconic gas street lamps but because of the black deeds that used to take place here.’ He wasn’t just lecturing her about history he was weaving a tapestry with his words, so vivid she could almost picture it blanketing over the cars and neon signs that filled the East End streets now, transporting her back to 1888. 

‘The area was adjacent to the worst factories in London, the Tanneries and the Slaughterhouses, so noxious fumes and pollution were everywhere. This made rent cheap and attracted a deadly cocktail of immigrants, criminals and the desperate. You can imagine how high tensions were, no jobs, no way out, all just crammed in together with no hope. It was a tinderbox and the murders were about to set it ablaze.’ She was barely able to keep her eyes off him as they walked. She was captivated so when he came to a stop under the opening of what used to be Bucks Row she almost crashed into him. 

‘This is where Mary Ann Nichols, the first canonical victim was found. She was found by two workers at 3.40am her throat viciously cut and her abdomen open to expose all her internal organs.’ After his almost poetic descriptions of the Victorian setting it was a shock to hear him talk about the vicious attack on the women with similar glee. 

‘She met a terrible fate,’ Sam interjected wanting to stop the gruesome explanation. 

‘But she was an unfortunate. So many met a terrible fate in one way or another. At least as a Ripper Woman, her name has gone down in history.’ She didn’t like how he referred to her as a ‘Ripper Woman’ like she wasn’t a human being in her own right. 

‘I think she would have rather lived on even if it was the life of an unfortunate.’ He looked at her curiously like he had never considered the victims to be people in their own right before. 

‘Ok, well shall we continue?’ She nodded allowing him to lead her onwards but as he continued waxing lyrical about the filthy lodging houses and notorious rendezvous of thieves, the magic never quite came back. 

They meandered the Whitechapel streets pausing at areas of interest as he continued telling her the story. He really was very attractive, and if not for the unsettling feeling of something off, this could have easily been the best date she had been on in a long while.

As they reached Hanbury street, the location of the second murder he veered back on to the topic of victims injuries and Sam could only wince to herself. Once was slightly weird but twice was not something she could ignore. 

‘He slashed through her abdomen you see and then he disembowelled her. But not only that, he removed her uterus. Cut it away with a precision hardly expected from professionals at the time. And he achieved that silently in a dark back alley. It’s an impressive feat, so impressive.’ He was staring at the ground at the area where he indicated her body was found like he was picturing her brutalised corpse lying there. 

She looked around feeling the urge to be more aware of her surroundings. It was completely dark now, the area lit by the orange glow of the streetlamps. The side street they were currently walking down was surprisingly quiet but she could hear the traffic on the main road nearby and could see pedestrians crossing the road up ahead. The longer she was listening to him speak the more it sounded like he was talking about an obsession rather than a subject of academic interest. 

She shivered as a gust of wind blew down the street stirring the litter along the gutter and he finally looked away from the pavement. 

‘Getting cold are we? Let’s keep walking and see if we can get you warmed up.’ She just nods in agreement and takes his offered arm. She feels some of her anxiety begin to ebb as he leads her back towards  the main road. They were heading towards Spitalfields market, a place always bustling with activity even at this time in the evening and they paused as they went peering through the windows of artisan bakeries, hipster boutiques and record shops, their conversation turning more light hearted. She began to think perhaps she was overreacting. As a tour guide he must have to add a degree of drama and exaggeration to the story to keep the tourists entertained. That was probably just seeping into his performance for her. It just felt a little intense for a one on one tour.

As they discussed their favourite records she felt even more at ease so she didn’t mind as he steered her away from the market towards Berner Street and the site of the third victim. 

‘The double incident,’ he said with a flourish of his arms. ‘The only time the Ripper was ever nearly caught in action. A tired man returning from work with his horse and cart. Only able to find his way in the dark because he knew the streets like the back of his hand. If only he had had a light he would have come face to face with a legend. But that didn’t stop our Jack, did it? No he was not content with just slashing that woman’s throat so we move on, as he did that night.’ He took her by the hand, excitedly pulling her along until they reached Mitre’s Square. ‘And here, he committed his most impressive feat. In only fifteen minutes he performed a full disembowelment, smeared the corpse with faeces, mutilated her reproductive system, removed part of her kidney, too take as a trophy perhaps.’ As the list went on she felt more and more nauseous she swallowed down the taste of bile in her throat.

‘I hope she was dead before he did that to her.’ The least she could hope was that she hadn’t been in pain. ‘The poor woman.’

‘But that wasn’t all! No, he added something extra this time. He cut into her face leaving her almost unrecognisable and took her ear lobes as well. Whether he had planned to do the same to the first of that night's victims or if his near discovery sent him into a frenzy but it was clear that he was escalating and would only continue his reign of terror.’ He didn’t even acknowledge her comment even though he was looking at her intensely and she felt her anxiety creeping back.

‘Shall we continue?’ He asked, snapping back to the here and now. ‘The last place on our tour and the location of Jack’s most brutal canonical murder.’ He gestures for her to follow him and she is once again relieved to see more people around. They quickly arrived at White’s row. 

‘This area has been completely rebuilt since the 1800’s’ He explains as they slow to a stroll. He stops about half way down the road looking up at the row of buildings in front of them. ‘But after comparing maps both new and old this was the location of the Ripper’s first and only indoor murder and the first with any degree of privacy here in the squalid rented room of Annie Chapman. He took his time, her clothes and shoes neatly folded in the corner and she was laid out on the bed open from thigh to chest. Her uterus, intestines and one breast piled together pillowing her head. Her other breast and liver were resting at her feet then either side her intestine and spleen were laid out. The removed skin had been as carefully folded as her clothes and left on her bedside table. But her face was the worst of the lot, completely destroyed to the point of being unrecognisable as human. Apart from her eyes, which were completely untouched and stared up at anyone who looked upon her mutilated body with a look of pure terror.’ 

She swallowed as nausea rose within her once again. She hoped he wasn’t this graphic when touring with the public, the dreamy grin on his face as he described the fate of the last poor women disturbed her most of all though. 

‘I think that’s about as much talk of murder as I can handle for one night.’ She nervously laughed trying to ease her own tension more than anything. ‘How about we head to that pub we saw a while back? Drinks are on you though. I saw that couple slip you some notes.’ She would rather go home actually but for now her main priority was to be around other people and not be stuck down a quiet residential street with a serial killer’s number one fanboy.

He turned to her still with the far away smile.

‘Do you know what date it is today?’ She didn’t like that he didn’t even acknowledge her question. 

‘Um the 8th of November?’ She was unsure why it was relevant but his smile grew wider.

‘It sure is. And that is also why I just had to do this with you tonight.’ She racked her brains to try and remember why that date would be relevant.

‘And um why is that?’ She wasn’t sure she really wanted to know.

‘Tonight it is exactly 134 years since the last murder. How could I pass up this opportunity?’ He was walking towards her now and she felt her heart rate increase. He got closer and closer and she felt rooted to the spot. ‘No one has ever really shown interest in this before Sam, and then you message me and ask to learn more about him just days before. I felt almost like fate.’ He was close enough now that he could place his hands on her shoulders and every instinct in her was screaming at her to run but she couldn’t move. He continued coming closer and closer until he brushed his lips over hers so gently but she could barely feel it, face entirely numb from fear. 

‘I thought to myself that’s potential wife material right there! Now what were you saying about getting a drink?’ Whatever crazed fog had been over him before had disappeared in an instant giving her emotional whiplash. She gasped in a breath as she realised no she wasn’t about to get murdered to honour Jack the Ripper, she was just on a date with a weirdly intense nerd and she had to blink away the tears of relief that formed in her eyes. 

‘Yeah right, come on then.’ She takes him by the hand and leads him back in the direction they came.

Later on the train home she deletes tinder. Never again.

[weenusandwaffles]

Murder Central: Just Like the Movies

00. Prologue

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Waking up on the tile ground of her stepdad's upstairs bathroom at 6:13 am this morning is not what Maeve had in mind last night. She was thinking that after she took those pills and sat down against the cabinet door underneath the sink, that she would drift off into the darkness of sleep and never wake up again. And if she did, it wouldn’t be in the place she had sort of called home for the last two years. 

But that isn’t what happened. Maeve awakened too early in the day to the sound of a digital alarm clock going off once again after it had spent the last ten minutes in a snooze setting after no one answered its obnoxious call the first time. 

Her head pounded, as if her brain was punching against the bones of her skull like they were the glass windows of a car after it had been submerged in water so that it could escape. Maeve’s eyes rolled to the side and back up into her head after getting a good squinty glance at the clock next to the white painted wooden door of the room. With eyes closed and a scrunch in the skin on her forehead, Maeve sucks in a deep breath of air and hoists herself off of the floor. 

‘What the hell…ow’ She thinks.

Maeve groans as she stretches with her hands behind her head, mimicking the stance of surrender, and attempts to relieve the sharp pain resounding across her neck and upper back as a result of her odd position on the floor last night. 

‘More pills down the drain in another failed attempt’, the thought lodges itself in her head, ‘can’t even off myself right’. 

She feels her eyes crack open and squint in defense of the bright flood light on the neighbors garage peaking through the window and the dryness coating her eyes. She slams her arms down by her side dramatically and breathes out one last over-the-top sigh before aiming her body to the open door and walking out of the cramped room and into the hallway. Her bare feet meet the linoleum hard as she turns the corner to see the end of the hallway and make her way to her room. The 19-year-old’s lip quirks up in a face only described as “ugh” when she feels the coarse fabric of carpet meet the god-awful stick-and-poke smiley face from junior year on the print of her toe. 

Now in her room in the upstairs of a house sometimes called home, Maeve strolls over to the closed door perpendicular to her messy bed. She opens the door to take in the sight of a closet that hasn’t been organized since the stone ages. 

“Changing from one mess to another,” Maeve sighs out.

She rifles through the mess for a hot minute as to find clothing that she deems suitable to rot around the house in for the rest of the day. 

  ‘What would scare off any unwanted delivery-men today,’ she scans through her piles of t-shirts and hoodies before yanking out a dark, faded old band shirt from her middle school wanna-be emo glory days, and a xl black zip up hoodie with a rough printed design of a bands logo and art plastered to the front. She paces over to the end of her bed with her new found choices and pulls a pair of fluffy pajama pants with halloween hello kitty designs over a bright orange background spread around each leg. Maeve strips off the sweat-soaked tan colored tank top she had been wearing for the past three days to reveal her bare chest which she quickly covers with her hand once she gets a glimpse of it in the mirror to her left. Her breasts are swiftly made modest again with the band-tee and zip up. Pulling off her underwear and baggy gym shorts, only held up by the shoelace pulled through the string hole, Maeve tugs up a new pair of underwear, found near, along with the halloween hello kitty expose that now had a home on her ass for the next however many days until she deemed this new set too disgusting to live in anymore. 

Maeve trudges over to her mirror and jangles her bracelets while raking her hand through the greasy mop on top of her head to shove said mop into a ponytail. She curses her past self of six months ago while shoving bobby pins in to hold her bangs in place and out of her eyes. Having greasy bangs in her eyes would send her into an overstimulated spiral and could end up with a shaved head, again. 

She looks away from the mirror,l avoiding her reflection by continuing to pick at already chipped nail polish, cleaning off what was left on her pointer and middle fingernail. Glancing over to the window on her right, Maeve takes note of a small shadow casted by the now rising sun; a shadow that should not be there as where it stands, nothing should be. Maeve fully turns her head over to the window and pauses, the shadow is semi-blocked by the translucent, white curtains meant to allow light in but not flash Maeve’s naked body to the lone house across the street. She can see the shadow staying still, having a human-like build to it. Maeve creeps forward as to not give Shadow a hint that she has seen it. When Maeve finally gets close enough to the curtain to move it, she wraps her index finger over the side and adjusts the fabric to create a sliver for her to look out of. The Man. The one she had seen last night. The one that had somehow caused a downward spiral for the teen to lead to her accepting the barrage of thoughts that she should end her life. The Man stared. Maeve stared back. He kept staring. She did too. He turned to the left, his right, and started walking towards the thick patch of trees that made up the forest that lies behind Maeve's house. He pauses and looks one last time up at the window, to let Maeve know that he's aware she’s watching. She gets a good glimpse at him, brown hair, ratty brown hoodie, face covered by a face mask that covered his mouth with something white peeking out from underneath, glasses? or goggles? on his eyes, faded dark blue jeans covered in mud or… something else. He turns away again.

He walks away.

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Note from the Author.

Heeyyyyyyyy. Its me, I'm really proud of this chapter and I hope that those who read it like it.  If you are reading this once after all of the chapters have been posted, have fun. if not then I promise the next part is soon, I'm planning on writing a bit this weekend if not this week so the next part is very soon.

-Este 11/5

[corriganatheart]

A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder Sal Singh x reader

Description: You saved Sal from his own murder.

Warning ⚠️ : Spoilers to A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder

You didn’t know Sal Singh, and he didn’t know you. You were two strangers that happened to go to the same school and be in the same grade. You guys never cross paths except making casual eye contact during passing periods, lunch, study hall, gym class, and volleyball games, but never anywhere else.

It was honestly weird that you never interacted with him, seeing how he was one of the most popular and liked boys in school. Even your friends have talked to him and are friends with his friends but not you. Sometimes you wonder why everyone liked him, especially since his girlfriend is the most hated person in the school. Maybe that was why you never spoke to him because Andie Bell is his girlfriend.

You had nothing against her, but you knew she was trouble. She leaked Nat da Silva’s nudes, bullied her sister, and if you weren’t wrong, from what you've seen, she is a cheater. That made you feel bad for Sal and anyone involved in her life.

2 Days before the murder.

Y/N pov

“So, are you going to Max’s party?” Elisha asked as she tossed the ball.

“Nah, staying home,” I shrugged and tossed the ball back to her.

Elisha frowns and gives the ball to the manager.

"Come on; you've never been to one of his parties," she whines.

“Smoking weed and binge drinking isn’t my thing,” I said. “Besides, I get bad vibes from him.”

Elisha rolled her eyes at me and went to ask the other girls.

I chuckled and looked over at our student section; many people were there. Mainly the boys are here to support their girlfriends. I continued to scan the benches until my eyes landed on a familiar pair of brown eyes. It was Sals. He was here with Max Hastings and Naomi Ward, but no Andie Bell in sight. Sal must have noticed me staring at him and his friends, so he smiled, causing me to look away immediately.

1 Day before the murder.

Today was weird. It has only been the 4th period, and I have already seen enough.

It was during lunchtime when everyone was eating in the cafeteria. I stayed behind in the study hall to finish a project when I decided to get a snack from the vending machine. The vending machine happens to be right across from Mr. Ward’s classroom. So imagine my surprised face when I was trying to buy a bag of Cheetos but overheard Mr. Ward and a student talking inappropriately. At first, I thought my ear was playing tricks on me because ain’t no way Mr. Ward was like that, so I assumed it was an affair with another teacher until I saw the person walking past me. It was Andie Bell.

After that, I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day. My mind was filled with so many questions. I often overheard from Andie’s friends that she was seeing an older man behind Sal’s back, but I didn’t think he was this old and someone close to me.

I walked out of history class confused and disgusted. I hope Naomi never finds out about this. I can already tell she dislikes Andie; imagine when she finds out about the inappropriate relationship between her dad and her best friend's girlfriend, she would be embarrassed.

I was making my way to my locker when I spotted Elisha and Max Hasting flirting in front of it. Great, now I have to deal with Hasting too? Can this day get any better?

“Y/N, Max and I were just talking about you!” Elisha says when she spots me coming towards them.

“And I was just talking to myself about how he is spreading STDs on my locker!” I exclaimed.

Elisha rolls her eyes playfully, and he smirks at me. How gross.

“Max was saying you should come to his party tomorrow!” She says while eyeing Max for his attention.

“Ahum, I rather not,” I said and started putting my books back into my locker.

“Why not?” Max asked. “Give it a try,” he said and nudged my arm playfully.

I shook my head and looked behind him to see Sal and Mr. Ward talking outside his classroom.

“Hey, does Mr. Ward tutor Sal?” I asked.

Max follows my eyes and turns around to see what I am looking at before looking back at me.

“Yeah, he’s helping him get into Yale; why?” Max asked.

“Does he only do it for him?” I asked, wondering if he was helping Andie too.

“Probably, he’ll help you if you ask him… kindly,” Max said, a little too flirty with the last word.

“Oh Nah, I don’t plan on going to Yale,” I said and was about to drag Elisha away from him until Max called Sal over.

Sal looked our way and immediately had a confused look on his face wondering why I was talking to Max. Everyone knew I never showed interest in anything Max had to say.

Sal says bye to Mr. Ward, and I watch as Ward sighs, more like a relief sigh, before walking back into his classroom.

“Hey,” Sal says when he reaches us. I awkwardly stood there, fidgeting with the string of my backpack.

“Elisha, let’s go,” I immediately said, trying to avoid being seen by Andie.

Sal and Max stare at me, and I glance at Max, who is smirking.

“Leaving too soon? Aren’t you going to ask Sal about his conversation with Mr. Ward?” Max asked.

I want to slap that smirk off of his face. Something about his face shouts annoying and disgusting.

“You were asking about me?” Sal asked, his voice noticeably surprised that I mentioned him.

“Ahum, I was just asking if Mr. Ward tutors you, that’s all,” I said and grabbed Elisha’s hand, who was refusing to go with me.

“Oh yeah, he does; he’s great at it,” Sal says with an innocent smile.

I nodded without saying a word and pulled Elisha with me.

“Gotta go,” I blurted out before anyone could further the conversation and rushed off.

“I’ll see you at the party tomorrow Max!” Elisha shouts back.

“Are you going alone?” I asked Elisha.

“Yeah, since someone decided not to go with me,” Elisha whines.

She then looks at me and gives me the puppy doll's eyes.

If only I knew going there was going to change my life forever.

The Day of Andie Bell’s murder

“Omg, Y/N! You look hot!” Elisha says as soon as she sees me walk out. I chuckle, trying not to be embarrassed that Elisha’s dress was too short for me. It was also tight, but she said that was the point of the dress; to make my curves stand out.

“You promise you won’t drink a lot, right? And we need to leave by 12:00,” I warned Elisha.

She nodded and saluted me before she started checking the inside of her purse. “Oh crap, I forgot my lipstick!” Elisha shouted before holding out one finger and rushing inside her house.

I checked myself on my snap and started recording my outfit before turning the camera so that everyone could see the moonlight; it was a full moon today.

I re-watched my snap and saved it before noticing someone else in the frame. Andie?

I saw her blonde locks bouncing on her shoulder as she walked on another side of the street and typed aggressively on her phone. Is she also going to the party, but why would she walk?

I then realized what neighborhood I was in. Naomi lives in this neighborhood, meaning Mr.Ward is also around here. Don’t tell me Andie is meeting him right now; that is gross and creepy.

I contemplated following her to see if she was going there, but I also had another person to take care of tonight.

“Okay, we got to go,” Elisha says excitedly, and we get into her mom’s car.

As we were driving down the street, I grabbed my phone and secretly recorded Andie, just in case she decided to pull another trick and leak somebody’s private info.

“What are you doing?” Elisha asked, wondering why I had my phone brightness on low and recording the window.

“Just recording the moon, eyes on the road!” I said.

8 minutes later.

We reached the party, but it was a little too crowded for me. A couple of the cheerleaders and football players were there, and a couple of people I recognized from school were there. Most of the girls had a drink in their hands, but it was weird that the guys didn’t because, usually, it was the opposite.

I looked at one of the guys I recognized as Jaime; I did not expect him to be there since he was always quiet. He must have noticed me staring because his face turned red, and he immediately got occupied with his phone. I chuckle, seeing how shy he is.

“Hey, you both came!!” Max shouted when we walked into the house. I almost gagged when I smelled a mixture of alcohol and weed. Gosh, how does Max get away with this?

“Wow, Max said as he was looking at me.” I glared at him and tugged at my dress to pull it down.

“You girls dressed up just for me,” he said excitedly. “You both deserve a drink.”

Elisha giggles and drags me along to follow Max into his kitchen.

Max started mixing two cups, and I looked around the kitchen. It was a pretty decent place, not big but not small either. It was also hard not to look at the couple making out on the counter since they hardly talked in class. I guess alcohol can do things to people.

“Here, one for you and one for you,” Max said, handing us our drink.

I watch as Max smirks when he stares at our cups, and I immediately nudge Elisha, enough to the point where she loses balance and her drink tips over.

“What the heck Y/N,” Elisha whines like the baby.

“Ops, I’m so clumsy,” I chuckled and decided to pour my drink down the drain. “Since you spilled your drink, it’s only fair for me not to drink,” I said.

“Nonsense, let me make you girls another drink,” Max suggested, and while he was preoccupied with that, I dragged Elisha away from him.

“What was that for?” Elisha asked angrily.

“I think Max was trying to drug us,” I whispered.

Elisha rolls her eyes. “You read too many murder novels; he’s a good guy.”

“No, you don’t understand,” I whispered. “The look in his eyes when he handed us those drinks,” I said.

Elisha refuses to believe me. “I am going to find Max and apologize to him that my best friend is a dumbass,” she says and walks away.

I hate when she does this.

I needed some fresh air, so I walked into Max's backyard, filled with two people smoking and two couples making out in the corner. I pulled out my phone and checked the time; we still had about an hour till we got to go back home, making things worse. I went and sat down on the bench that was a little away from everyone under a big oak tree. Surprisingly no one was occupying the bench; instead, they were standing around. Probably too drunk or high to notice it.

“I am not doing this with you anymore, Andie,” I heard someone say behind me, and I knew precisely to who the voice belonged.

It sounded like he was talking behind the trees.

“No, I can’t stand the drama. We have been over for almost a month, and I hate that you still tell people we are together.”

I can feel the frustration coming out of him. It was honestly a little sad how frustrated and angry he sounded. Imagine when he finds out that she is at Mr. Ward’s house. Hopefully, soon so that he won’t have to be caught up in her lies anymore.

“I am hanging up; I am not doing this with you right now.” He said, and I heard the beep sound followed by an exhale.

I bite my lips nervously, feeling like I had just invaded his personal life. It wasn’t like it was my fault that he was talking at the spot where I happened to be. If anything, it was his fault for talking outside where there were people.

I heard his foot moving; the dry autumn leaves making crunchy noise with every step he took. I heard it stop as it was coming near me and felt a presence behind me. It wasn’t a scary presence, though. He probably won’t know it was me; he was probably annoyed that someone had heard his conversation. Most likely, he will glare at me and walk away. He might also think I am a weirdo for listening to something priv-

“Y/N?” I heard the soft, yet deep voice says.

I- ok, I guess he did recognize me?

I turned and acted surprised to see him.

“Oh, hi, Sal,” I said awkwardly.

Sal stares at me, and he looks at my outfit.

“Can I sit?” He asked, looking down at the empty spot next to me.

I nodded, and Sal sat down, taking off his leather jacket and revealing the long black sleeve he wore.

He then placed the leather jacket on my lap, covering my legs.

“You looked cold,” he said. I nodded, realizing he wasn’t staring at my body but was staring at how I was shivering.

Sal started fidgeting with his hands, and I realized he was anxious, probably wondering if I had overheard his conversation with Andie.

“I won’t tell anyone,” I said while staring ahead. It was now only me, Sal, and a guy who was too high even to know he was in someone’s backyard.

“It’s not about that; I just don’t want you to think bad of me,” he says while playing with his hands.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that; I already know how Andie is,” I said and checked to see if I had gotten any message from Elisha yet.

“Still..” he sighs and leans back on the bench.

He felt terrible for Andie and their break up. I am not a therapist or someone who knows everything about a relationship, but it is obvious that Sal wasn’t happy. The constant sighs when he sees Andie being rude to others, the continual argument when she sees him talk to his female friends, and the continuous turning away when he sees Andie walking towards him are clear signs that he is in a toxic relationship.

“Sal, I don’t think anyone would judge you if you break up with Andie,” I said, trying not to overstep my line. “I don’t know her personally, but from what I have seen, I am not a massive fan of her. She bullies others for pleasure; I mean, look what she did to poor Nat.” I said, clearly still angry about the situation.

“I don’t even know if I can call what we had a relationship because all we did was argue,” he chuckles and shakes his head while looking down at the ground.

I smiled and then reached for my phone; the time was up.

“Hey, I have to go check on my friend. We are supposed to leave,” I said while standing up and handing Sal his jacket back.

Sal stood up with me, and I now noticed our height difference. We were never this close. Never close enough to know how much taller he was, but today, we were close enough for me to realize that he was tall and for once I'll admit that Andie Bell had a taste when it comes to guys.

“I’ll walk you inside,” he said, looking slightly worried. I was sure he seemed hesitant about me walking around in my dress. Maybe he noticed those guys with us in the backyard; perhaps he saw their eyes lingering too long.

“Okay,” I said and was going to hand him his jacket, but he grabbed it out of my hand and put it on my shoulder.

We walked back into the house quietly; some people had already left, but most were still on the couch taking shots and smoking weed. I noticed Sal’s nose shifted slightly in disgust when he smelled the room. That was probably why he decided to stay outside.

“Have you seen Elisha?” I asked a girl I recognize from my Biology class. She looked between Sal and me, and I knew she would spread some rumor.

“I saw her a couple of seconds ago going upstairs with Max,” she said and started to drink from her cup before I snatched it out of her and threw it on the floor.

“What the fuc-“ she didn’t get to finish because I interrupted her.

“It’s drugged; I suggest you go home,” I told her and started running upstairs, followed by Sal.

“His room is over here,” Sal said and tried to open the door, but it was locked. “Max open the door right now!”

Sal banged on the door angrily before he lost patience and kicked open the door instead.

Max was on his knees while Elisha was on the bed; passed out. I ran over to Elisha, whereas Sal dragged Max by the collar. “Are you fucken kidding me, Max!”

I hurriedly pull Elisha’s underwear back on, trying to fight back the tears. I then checked on her pulse and let out a sigh of relief. She was ok; she didn’t overdose or anything. She also wasn’t bleeding, so I wasn’t too late, but still, I need to make sure she gets checked tomorrow…just in case.

“Get off of me Sal!” Max yelled while Sal continued to punch him. I gasped when I saw Max’s bruised face. “What the fuck were you thinking!”Sal yelled and was about to throw another punch when I called his name. Sal paused and turned to look at me; he then looked at Elisha before giving Max another decent punch.

“Please, Sal, I need your help,” I mumbled, trying my best not to look at the blood coming from Max’s mouth. Sal’s face seemed to calm down when he saw how frightened I was. He walked over to me, and I looked at his bruised hands. He then hugged me and laid his head on top of mine. “I am sorry for scaring you,” he said. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds before I whispered, “Elisha.”

Sal let go of me and went over to pick up Elisha in bridle style; she shifted a little causing me to be more relieved. I give Max the dirtiest look, warning him that I wasn’t finished with him yet.

After locating Elisha’s car key, Sal placed her in the back seat and covered her bottom up with the spare blanket in her car. He then got in the passenger seat while I prepared to drive. “I am calling the cops,” Sal says as he looks up at the window to Max’s room.

We drove to my place since it was closer, and I didn’t want Elisha’s parents to be mad at her. My parents were also away for the weekend coincidentally and won’t be back till tomorrow, so we got lucky.

“Thank you, Sal,” I said as I gripped the steering wheel.

Sal watched my hand and then looked back at Elisha. “I apologize; I must have wasted your time outside,” he said, guilt written on his face. “No, it’s my fault; I should’ve stayed by her side.”

“Max,” he exhaustedly sighs and put his hands on his face. “I thought he was my friend; I wouldn’t have hung with him if I knew; I promise I am not like that, Y/N. I didn’t know he would do such a disgusting thing. I can never forgive him for this.” He says angrily.

It is obvious that Sal didn’t know anything about this, and he thought I was secretly judging him since he had been friends with Max for a while. It also surprises me how much he cares about my opinions about him. “It is not your fault Sal.” I said.

5 minutes later.

We reached my house, and it was almost 1 in the morning. We didn’t reach the curfew as planned, but Max’s beat-up face was enough. Sal called the cops on our way back to my house, and several cops passed by us. Although they might put Max in jail for drinking, I knew we needed solid evidence that he would assault girls. That will have to wait till Elisha gets up.

Sal placed Elisha on the bed and I covered her with my blanket. She was safe now… I exhaled, finally relieved that we had made it back safely to my room.

“Thank you Sal.” I said, and he nodded.

Sal then awkwardly looks around my room and stares at the numerous books on my shelves and the posters on the wall. I saw a slight smile when his eyes fell on the Attack on Titan poster. “You must love reading,” Sal says.

“I do it in my free time.”

He nodded and followed me out of my room. I turn off the light and close the door. Sal pulled out his phone and caught a glimpse of the numerous text and missed calls from Andie. I saw the 1 hour ago near the message before he turned off his phone and sighed. He looked frustrated again.

“Someone told Andie that I got in the car with you,” he said and started walking down the stairs. I followed him.

“I’m sorry,” I said apologetically. It was already hard that she stopped him from breaking things off, but now I added fuel to the fire.

“Don’t be… maybe now she’ll get the hint on why I don’t like her,” he chuckles.

I nodded and followed him outside. “I would offer to take you home, but Elisha is alone.”

“Nah, my home is a couple of blocks away,” he shrugs.

“Oh really?” I acted surprised. I didn't want him to know I had seen him outside mowing the lawn with his brother on my way back from the grocery store.

“Yeah, thanks for listening to my pep talk today,” he said and scratched the nonexisting inch on the back of his neck. “No, thank you, Sal, for helping me.”

“If you need anything tomorrow with Elisha, holler at me. I live just a few blocks down,” he said and pointed down the street.

I nodded, and he smiled at me before awkwardly waving goodbye, and I watched him jog down the street.

The Day of the Interrogating

It was all over social media. Andrea Bell was missing. There was numerous post from her friends about how sad they were and what they were doing to look for her. There were also posts about theories on her missing. Some say she ran away for attention; some say she ran away with a guy; some say she was playing a prank, and worst, some say she was murdered. According to social media, police were interviewing people who might have seen her last night, but there was still no luck finding her.

“It was that son of a bitch, Max Hasting!” Elisha frustratedly yelled as she threw her pillow across the room. I glared at her and shook my head.

“Andie wasn’t there yesterday, and Sal called the cops when we were heading back, so if she were there, the cops would’ve seen her.”

Elisha bit her lips and tried not to throw another object across her messing room. This morning, when she woke up, she was confused. When she asked me why she was in my room, I told her everything that happened last night, causing her to ball her eyes out and cuss at herself. We then went to the emergency room, where she got checked, and luckily, the nurse said she has OK and nothing had happened to her last night. The nurse then suggested we go to the cops, and we did, but now they were too busy with Andie Bell to deal with Max Hasting.

“Elisha, should we go talk to Sal?” I asked.

“Why, do you think he has something to do with this?” she asked.

Immediately, I shook my head, knowing damn well Sal was not why Andie was missing.

“It's because they usually suspect the significant others first,” I said worriedly.

“Oh, your right!” Elisha says and jumps off her bed. “Come, we need to go and stand up for him!”

I nodded and watched as Elisha put on some lipstick and fixed her outfit before spraying herself with perfume.

“What?” She asked when she caught me staring at her in disbelief.

I shook my head and dragged her out of her room.

10 minutes later

We reached Sal’s house, and there were already three police cars. Damn, they beat me to it.

I knocked on their door, and a couple of seconds later, it swung open. There stood a boy who looked like Sal but was a little shorter than him. This must be Sal’s little brother, whom I saw a couple of years ago; he was all grown now.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Is Sal home?” I asked.

The boy just stared at me and nodded.

“He’s talking to the police right now,” the boy says and looks between Elisha and me.

“Oh, do you know when they’ll be done?” I asked.

The boy shrugged but opened the door for us and gestured for us to come in. “You guys can wait for him in the living room, but my parents are here too.”

Elisha and I awkwardly walked into the living room to see two worried adults sitting anxiously on the couch. When they noticed us, they were confused but stood up to shake our hands anyways.

“We are a friend of Sal,” I said. “My name is Y/N, and this is Elisha.”

They introduced themselves as Mohan and Nisha and asked us to sit down. I watched as Sal’s brother went to sit down next to his mom and held her shaking hand.

“Sal didn't do it,” I blurted out, and they all looked over at me. I gulped and tried my best not to make things awkward.

“He was with me last night.” Ok, that came out weird.

“I meant we saw each other at Max’s Hasting’s party, and he helped me get Elisha to my house, and then I watched Sal run home,” I said and watched as Nisha's muscles relaxed.

“I know our son didn't do it, but I doubt the cops believe that,” Mohan sighed. “It makes things worse that we are foreigners.”

I nodded, knowing where they were coming from. It was more convenient for people to blame darker skin tones than lighter ones.

“I can tell the cops,” I said. “I promise I'll have Sal’s back.”

Twenty minutes later, Sal and the cops finally came out of his room. Sal was surprised to see Elisha and me sitting in his living room. Whereas the cops were glaring at us.

“Sal was with Elisha and me last night, the time you guys wrote that Andie might have been kidnapped or murdered,” I said, glancing over at Sal at the mention of murder. It was obvious that it still affected him, although they weren’t dating anymore.

“His phone shows that he was on the phone with Andie last night, and she was calling and texting him several times.” The cop says, not precisely buying my story.

“I heard them talking on the phone at Max's house, but that was not even 12. Since you looked at his phone history, you would know. And she texted him and called him one hour before he left my house, so it must be during that time when he was at my home that something happened to her.” I said. Sal seemed to be glad that I was backing him up, but still, he didn’t want me to get involved.

“And how should we know that you’re not lying?” The cops continues to push.

“Because I have prove.” I smirked and pulled out my phone. I showed them the camera footage of Sal leaving my house around 1:45, and he was running down the opposite of Andie Bell’s street.

The cops noted that, and I bit my lips, wondering if I should tell them about another thing.

“For now, you’re off the hook,” the cops glared at me before he nodded his head at Sal and walked out.

What exactly is the cops problem?

“Thank you, Y/N,” Sal said, and I sat back down and made some space for him to sit.

“Well. What I said was all true,” I shrugged.

Mr. and Mrs. Singh smiled at me, and I watched as Sal’s brother’s eyes flickered between Sal and me.

“So…” the brother smirked. “What is going on between you two?” he asked, making sure to point precisely at Sal and me and not Elisha and Sal.

“What are you talking about?” Sal asked.

“Hmm, she said you were at her house past midnight, bro,”

“It was to help my drunk ass, sorry!” Elisha blurted out.

I looked over at her, relieved that she was kind of being honest and saving my butt.

“Have you tried calling Andie again?” Nisha asked Sal. He checked his phone and shook his head. “I tried several times, but she won’t answer.”

I can tell that he is blaming himself for this. In his mind, if he didn't miss Andie’s calls, they wouldn't be in this position.

“I’m sure they’ll find her,” I said and put a hand on his shoulder.

I felt Sal’s shoulder tense up from the unannounced contact, so I immediately pulled my hands away.

“I-I should get going,” I awkwardly said and stood up with Elisha.

“I'll walk you guys out,” Sal said. “And I’ll watch you guys out,” his brother smirked.

Sal glared at his brother before smiling at Elisha and me and following us to the door.

“I thank you for backing me up,” Sal said when we reached the door. “I'll see you at school.” He smiled.

“Okay,” I nodded, and we walked out of his house.

“Damn,” Elisha sighed.

“What?” I asked.

“I thought I had a chance but never mind,” she complains.

“What do you mean?”

“He likes you.”

The Day Sal’s Murder

It was all everyone could talk about. Where is Andie Bell? Is she dead? Did she get kidnapped? No one knew. The teachers tried to get everyone to act normal and pretend that their classmate wasn’t missing, but it was hard; this was high school.

I tried my best not to stare at him, but with everything going on, I couldn’t help it. Mr. Ward was acting weird. To the rest of the students, it may look like he was worried that a student was missing, but to me, it looked like he was scared instead of worrying. But what exactly was he scared of?

I looked back at Mr. Ward when everyone was rushing out of his class; he pulled out a drink he had never drunk in the classroom. I then walked out and scanned the hallways to see if Elisha or Sal was nearby, but they weren’t in sight; it also sucks that I didn’t have Sal’s number.

1 hour before Sal’s Murder

“Have you heard?” Elisha asked as she opened a bag of potato chips.

“Heard what?” I asked.

She leans in and whispers. “Everyone thinks it is Sal.”

I looked at her, confused. “Why would they think that?”

“Because his friends told the cops that he told them to lie about their alibis,” she said.

I stared at her. Why would they do that? Sal wasn’t even with Max at the party, and Naomi was nowhere in sight.

“That’s weird.” I said.

“I know. The cops suck ass.” She shrugged.

“Have you seen Sal?” I ask. She shook her head but paused, and her eyes widened. “Oh yeah, he and Mr. Ward was heading outside before I came to the cafeteria.”

“They what?” I asked nervously.

“I don’t know,” Elisha shrugged.

“We have to follow them,” I said and immediately gathered my stuff.

“What, that’s ditching, and you never do that,” Elisha gasped.

I glared at her before dragging her with me, causing her to drop her sandwich.

“I didn't want to tell you this because I didn’t think it was my business,” I said as we rushed into my car.

I shoved my phone to Elisha, and she looked down at it.

“Is that Andie?” Elisha asked.

“Yea, I saw her the night of the party. She was walking past your house angrily, and I saw her walking in Mr. Ward’s house while we drove past.”

“I thought she and Naomi hated each other,” Elisha says.

“No idiot, she was there to see Mr. Ward because they are having an affair!” I yelled at her.

Elisha gasped. “Oh my gosh, do you think?” I nodded, knowing exactly what she was going to ask.

“Something tells me he is going to do the exact thing to Sal,” I said.

“Hurry, we have to save him!”

Elisha and I drove as fast as we could, looking for Mr. Ward’s car. We went past his house, but his car wasn't there; we drove past Sal’s house, but his car wasn't there either.

“Now, what would be a perfect place to murder someone?” Elisha asked, and I shuddered at her question.

“Omg, the forest,” I gasp and hit the pedal.

Elisha called the cops as I sped through many stop signs and lights. Thank goodness there weren’t many people on the road since everyone was either at school or work.

“Ok, the cops will meet us here.” Elisha said when we reach the forest.

“Ok, let's go,” I said and got out my baseball bat while Elisha took out her pepper spray.

We jogged in the forest, where Mr. Ward’s car was parked near. “I hope we are not too late,” Elisha says.

I nodded and continued to run. All you can hear is our breathing and the sticks we stepped on.

We were nearly out of breath when we spotted two figures. Mr. Ward sat on the ground while Sal was on the floor with a bag on his head.

“What the fuck!” Elisha yelled, and we ran to them.

Mr. Ward immediately stood up and let go of Sal’s hand.

“What are you girls doing here?” Mr. Ward asked and looked back down at Sal.

“He was trying to suffocate him,” I growled and ran to Sal to untie the bag.

“It is not what you think, please,” Mr. Ward says.

“Oh, we know exactly what we saw!” Elisha screamed at him. “You’re a disgusting pig!”

“Sal!” I scream when I feel no pulse. I started doing chest compression on him, trying not to break down.

“Why would you even think of this?!” Elisha continues to scream at him.

“I had no choice; the cops would have arrested me.” Elliot Ward cried.

“Where is Andie?” Elisha asked.

Ward didn't answer.

I continued to do CPR on Sal, and just when I thought he didn’t make it, a loud gasp came out of him.

“Sal!” I cried and pulled him into a hug.

I heard two legs start running, which I knew belonged to Elliot Ward. “Shit,” Elisha murmured before she ran after him. It wasn’t long until I heard a group of people yells, “Stand down!”

“You’re okay,” I said and wiped my tears while looking at Sal’s expression. It was a mixture of shock and scared. He was still gripping my shirt as I moved his hair out of his face.

“Y/N, I-“ he paused. There it was; I pulled him into a hug as I felt him welp. He shook badly, holding on to me tightly like I would disappear if he let go. “You're ok now,” I continue to reassure him.

A couple of minutes later, the cops and the EMS workers came to us. The cops looked at the plastic bag on the ground and the drink that Elliot Ward previously took out in class. He then looked at Sal’s shaken form.

“Sal, you need to go to the hospital, and one of the cops will go with you,” the officer said.

I looked up at the officer, and it was the exact one interviewing Sal. Maybe now he’ll believe us.

“Y/N, I need to take you to the station and interview you,” he says.

I nodded, and we stood up.

Sal looked down at me and wiped the remaining tears from my eyes, and I did the same with his.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

35 minutes later

The cops stare at me as I explain what I saw and show them the video of Andie walking into Mr. Ward’s house.

“You didn't think to show me this the other day?” he asked.

“I wanted to see if Andie was going to show up the next day because it is obvious that you guys thought it was Sal,” I shrugged.

The officer glared at me and emailed the videos to the police station.

“Elliot Ward said he didn't kill Andie but did admit to the affair.”

I was taken aback by that comment. Did they still think it was Sal?

“Isn't it obvious that he did something to Andie and was trying to pin it on Sal?” I asked.

“That is what we are going with, but he keeps denying where she is,” the officer said and shook his head.

“He’ll probably come around,” I said...questioning my own words.

After the cops interviewed me, they told me Sal was no longer a suspect, which was a massive relief because I would be on the suspect list if they kept suspecting him.

Elisha was sitting in the waiting lounge with her parents and my parents. They all ran to me when I walked out.

“Are you ok?” My mom asked as she scanned my hands for any injuries. “I’m fine, mom,” I hugged them all.

“Ugh, I can’t believe these assholes want to interview me too,” Elisha whines when one of the officer motion her to follow him.

I gave her an apologetic look, but she was obviously happy to help.

5 weeks later

“I didn’t kill Andrea Bell.”

I replayed the line again. “I didn’t kill Andrea Bell.”

I replayed the line again. “I didn’t kill Andrea Bell.”

I kept replaying his words, but It still didn’t change my mind. Of course, everyone else believed he was lying, but why didn’t I?

It has officially been five weeks since Andie has been missing. Everyone was shocked when Stanley Forbes and the Fairview Police announced that Elliot Ward, the history teacher, was the cause of Andie’s death. Every little detail, including their affair, was released. The hate train went from Sal to Elliot Ward real quick. College applications, including Yale, were quickly sent to me, Sal, and Elisha. Elisha was incredibly stunned since her GPA was low, but she was happy to be given the opportunity.

Although everyone has decided that Elliot is the murderer and has hidden her body, something didn’t sit right with me. He admitted to everything, including his plan to kill Sal, but why would he deny murdering Andie, especially since that was the reason why they gave him a harsh sentence? The judge was going to make his sentencing lighter if he admitted to it, but he still denied it. Something tells me he isn’t lying, although it bothers me that I am torturing myself with that thought.

“Y/N! Sal is here!” I heard my mom call from downstairs.

I flip my laptop and put on my sneakers. I then turned to look at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a two-piece black dress with the black leather jacket that Sal let me borrow the night of Max’s party. It fitted me like a short dress, and I have kept it since.

“Ahum isn’t that a little too short,” my dad asked when I walked down the stairs.

“Oh, come on, you know Sal isn’t like that,” my mom playfully hits my dad’s arm, and he chuckles.

“Be back no later than 11,” my mom says, kissing me on the cheeks. I gave them both a hug and walked out of the house.

Sal was waiting for me outside with a bouquet of red roses.

“Wow,” was all he said, and I chuckled.

He then gives me the flowers before kissing my forehead.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, knowing damn well my parents are eavesdropping on us.

“Thank you,” I said, and he intertwined our fingers before guiding me to his car.

The winter weather hit me when I felt the cold breeze touch my face and legs. Winter was coming fast, and time was moving extremely fast. I will graduate with my best friends soon and move to New Haven with them. Elisha is going there to study literature while Sal is going there for medical school, and I am going there for their law school. Everything will work out, and we will move past this.

“How did the interview with Yale go?” Sal asked while squeezing my hand. “I got in,” I smiled. I felt his hand relax against mine. He would’ve terminated his application if I didn’t get in with him.

“I am going to have a lawyer as my girlfriend,” he said and kissed the palm of my hands. I chuckled and looked at his neck. The scar was slowly fading away. My eyes went up a little higher, and I examined his features. He was more handsome than yesterday, but I wouldn’t tell him that. I don’t want him teasing me about it all night.

Sal stopped at a red light, and I looked out the window. We were close to Andie Bell’s and Elliot Ward’s neighborhoods. I bite my lower lips nervously and see two girls walking down the sidewalk. I recognized one of them: Naomi’s little sister, Cara Ward. She seemed ok, but she didn’t look happy either. I can’t imagine how she and Naomi felt when they were told their dad was a murderer. The whole school also treated them differently. Naomi didn’t go to school for a couple of weeks, and I heard from people that Cara was getting bullied. I don’t really know if Naomi is still friends with Sal. He mentioned that she apologized to him on behalf of her dad, and of course, he didn’t blame her, but Naomi still felt terrible. Also, after lying about her alibi, I doubt Sal wants anything to do with her, Max, Jake, and Millie.

We drove past the two girls, and I saw Cara’s friend. She looked around Cara’s age with brown hair, pale white skin, and muddy-green eyes. The girl must have noticed me too because when I looked in my side mirror, the mysterious girl was staring back at her.

We reached the restaurant, and Sal told me to stay put so he could rush over to my side to open the door for me. He was obsessed with that gesture.

“How is Ravi’s freshman year going?” I asked when we sat down.

“Oh, it’s going; he intends to slack off a little,” Sal shrugged.

“How does he feel about you moving away for college?” I asked.

“Begged me to take him,” Sal laughed. “I told him to finish high school with a good GPA first.”

“What is he wanting to do?” I question.

“Become a lawyer,” Sal said and nodded. “He said you are the reason why.”

I laughed at that. “No, he did not!”

As much as I find that comment amusing, Sal’s face didn't look amused. He was staring at me with deep eyes while rubbing my palm. Oh. I now remember five weeks ago when I rushed to see Sal in the hospital. The nurse told him that he would've died if I didn't arrive on time. I remembered Sal’s parents sobbing and thanking me for saving their son’s life. Ravi was on the other side, holding his brother’s hand. He stared at me with a thankful note written all over his face. Without a second thought, he blurted out, “I want to be you when I grow up.”

“I guess I am the reason why,” I muttered and smiled at Sal.

The waiter comes back with our drinks, and Sal starts placing our orders. I looked out the window and saw someone walking down the streets. I recognize the girl. It was Becca Bell. I examined her face; she looked healthy, normal, more normal than Cara and Naomi. Then I remembered what the police said; Becca Bell was the last to see Andie. Last to see Andie.

5 Years Later

I groaned when I heard the doorbell ringed. I checked the time, and it was 9:30 in the morning. Who in their right mind comes ringing someone’s doorbell this early on a Saturday morning? I looked over to my side; Sal was still dead asleep. He was probably tired from his 16 hours shift last night.

I put on one of Sal’s shirts, which fits me like a dress, and started walking down the stairs. I was still getting used to the new house. It was big, too big for two people, but Sal wanted a huge family, and with him being a doctor and me being a lawyer, we could afford it. Besides, the real estate was also Elisha’s dad. He was very persuasive and excited that Sal and I finally moved back to Fairview after four years of school and one year of working in New Haven. He was so excited that he showed us the best house and gave us a reasonable price so we wouldn’t want to move.

I looked at myself in the mirror and flattened my hair a little. I looked like a mess and would probably scare whoever was on the other side of the door, but it was their fault for coming this early. Maybe it was Ravi trying to convince me again that Sal and I should have our wedding in India.

I twisted my engagement ring, opened the door, and almost cussed out Ravi until I saw a girl standing before me. She had soft brown hair, pale white skin, and muddy-green eyes. She looked oddly familiar. The girl just stared at me as if her arrival was bad timing. She looked at me from head and toe, and I could assume what was going on in her head.

“I just woke up,” I said awkwardly.

She nodded, and I noticed the slight blush on her face.

“Can I help you with anything?” I asked.

“Are you F/N L/N?” She asked, and I nodded even though it seemed she already knew who I was.

“You are the new lawyer in town that everyone has been talking about,” she said with a smile.

“I just moved back, so I guess so” I shrugged.

“Are you the one that solved Andie Bell’s case five years ago?” she asked.

I paused to analyze the girl. Is this some prank that has been going around? Many people, particularly the ones obsessed with Andie Bell's case, were excited to have me back in town. Some of them might go a little overboard by sending a bunch of flowers or, like this one, showing up in front of my house to see if I'll be looking for the dead girl's body.

“Yea, I am that girl,” I said, and she noticed my tone changing.

She seemed satisfied with my answer, though, and smiled. “Let me introduce myself.”

I cross my arms and have my serious face on. The one that Sal never takes seriously but others would.

“My name is Pippa Fitz-Amobi, and I don't think Elliot Ward killed Andie Bell, and I think you know that, so I am here to prove that the killer is still out there.”

I froze. I did not expect that to come out of her mouth. I did not expect that to come out of anyone's mouth; I thought it was just a thought that would forever linger in my mind. But here stood this stranger who had the same thought as mine.

I thought back to a couple of months ago when I was going through my laptop to delete some stuff and landed on a file. A file I promised myself I would delete five years ago was telling me to open it. I did. Two hours later, I told Sal we should move back to Fairview since our family lives there.

I tried to convince myself that I had only moved back here to be closer to my family and Sal’s family, but deep down, I knew why I had come back. That was probably why one of my first stops was at the police station; I wanted to ask them to reopen Andie Bell’s case because I knew the thoughts would eat me up until I finished what I started. I needed it to end, but I also needed someone with the same thoughts as mine. And that person was here.

I smiled at the girl. “Nice to meet you, Pippa Fitz-Amobi; my name is F/N L/N, and you are correct. I also think the real murderer is still out there.”

[jisungful]

abandoned.

summary :: breaking into an old abandoned elementary school isn’t always the best idea.

pairing :: chenle x gn!reader x jisung (platonic)

genre :: horror/thriller

warnings :: all characters are kind of dumb (first person to die in a horror movie type beat), breaking and entering, implied serial killer!au, murder, blood, descriptions of gore, psychotic actions, character death, all that stuff :D

word count :: 2.4k

a/n :: as I was writing this, I practically scared myself D: also the ending is kinda rushed but oh well

The end of the school year was supposed to be fun, full of surprises, and that one surprise was Chenle clinging onto you like a koala with a tree. Up to this point, you hadn’t thought of how much of an interesting boy he could be--but him giving you physical affection? You could never believe it.

Chenle let go of you before saying, “Come to the library with me and Jisung,” His hair was messy, as well as his uniform shirt. You assumed he just went around hugging other people besides you. He grinned at you, “We’re planning to do something fun as a celebration for the last day of school! Let’s go!” He grabbed your wrist tightly, but not enough to cause circulation loss, at least. You began contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to follow suit of the boy, knowing him. Nonetheless, you were curious.

You both arrived at the library, seeing Jisung already sitting at one of the tables reading a comic. Sitting down in front of the boy, he closed the book once he felt your presences. He greeted with a small smile, you and Chenle doing the same. “Alright listen,” Chenle started, clearing his throat before broadcasting the plan aloud, “We’re going to go to my elementary school—but with a twist.” He grinned before continuing, “It’s been so long since I’ve been there, so it’s abandoned now and I’m pretty sure no one monitors it anymore. Although... it is still intact so we need to break in.”

“Woah, wait, we are not going to break into an elementary school.” you cautioned.

Chenle rolled his eyes and rested his palm on his jawline. “It’s not like it’s haunted or anything. As I said, no one monitors it anymore--you guys just aren’t fun.”

Jisung clasped his hands together before letting out a sigh, “I thought you were joking at first and just wanted to go and play on the playground or something. But seriously?” He shuddered slightly, subconsciously flipping the pages of the comic he was reading earlier. You nodded at him before returning your gaze back on Chenle. All that was written on his face was smugness.

“We have to try it once. Think about it! It’ll be fun, you know? It’s like in movies, we just have to be cautious of our surroundings.” Chenle assured.

You can’t believe you’re doing this. You really can’t. It was 3 fucking am and you decided it was a great idea to go along with Chenle (out of everyone else in the world) and his plan to break into his old elementary school just for fun.

You packed your backpack with a few essential items: a flashlight, a few bottles of water, a baseball bat, and a crowbar. You kept it unzipped at the top so they could all fit, keeping your phone in your spacious hoodie pocket. You put on a mask and a beanie to keep yourself covered in case of security cameras. You put on your backpack, adjusting to the heaviness. If you were being honest, you had this rush of nervousness flowing through your body, the fear of not knowing what will happen to the three of you once you break in and enter the abandoned building. Nonetheless, you head to your front door to walk to Chenle’s house as the three of you decided to go to beforehand. Step by step, your body grew warmer as anxiety rose. It hadn’t hit you that you’d never done this before--you were always the type to stay in and not go out doing reckless activities; but here you are, doing that exact thing.

Immediately as you stepped on Chenle’s rug that was placed in front of the door, it opened, him now in front of you. He moved aside for you to enter the place. “You got everything?” He questioned and you nodded. “Jisung’s not here yet, so I guess we have to just wait.”

You both sat on his leather couch, staring down at the empty mug with thoughts roaming your brain. It wasn’t breaking in that was scaring you--but the thought of getting caught and living with the guilt that you had done something illegal was. Attempting to engage in conversation, you spoke, “How did you even come up with this idea?”

Chenle chuckled lightly, fiddling with the watch on his wrist. “It just came to my head out of nowhere, I guess.”

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, you stood up abruptly, Chenle following after. You both headed to the front and opened it for Jisung. “You have everything, right? We should go now.” Jisung nodded and let out a breath he was previously unknowingly holding.

You three went inside of Chenle’s car, with Chenle driving and Jisung and you seated at the back. You took off your backpack and placed it on the floor of the car, the weight removed gave you sudden relief on your shoulders. Jisung plugged his phone into the aux cord and played soft, lo-fi music to soothe the nerves that were getting to you unknowingly.

You sighed, laying your head on the headrest of the car seat, looking out the window. It was a rather peaceful night despite what you were going to do in a couple of minutes—stars beginning to deem visible across the vast, dark sky, with only a few cars passing by in which you could count with your fingers. That was when you felt eyes boring into the back of your head, and you turned to see Jisung staring at you. You furrowed your brows and muttered a ‘what’. “I’m nervous, Y/N,” he breathed out, fear clearly laced in his voice.

You bit your lip. “It was Chenle’s idea, we can blame him for all of this.” you joked.

The elementary school definitely does not look as you expected--before coming, you imagined it to be completely abandoned, having growing moss on the walls, windows that were broken or punched, or even having “caution” tape around it. You guess it only happens in movies. But this school looked almost normal, for some reason, with only overgrown trees around it as the leaves fell on it. You let out a soft sigh, relieved that it looks fairly approachable and safe to go into.

“This is crazy, it’s been so long since I’ve been here. Let’s go!” Chenle beamed. You looked at Jisung for a moment, giving him a reassuring smile and a nod before putting on your heavy backpack and exiting the car as he did as well.

The three of you stood outside of the back door of the building, looking around for any suspicious cameras though found none. You pulled your mask up further before checking on Chenle and how he’s putting up with his attempts at opening the door. “I can’t find any key,” he grunted. You offered him the crowbar that was hanging off your backpack, and to your luck, it worked on opening the door. Jisung let out a surprised sound as he stood behind you.

The back door led to the gym in which you stood. It was empty, except for the lone basketball that sat in the middle of the vast room. The lights didn’t work, so you came to the conclusion that it would be best to use your flashlights, instead. You followed Chenle as he was the only person that knew the way around this place. He went toward the door which led to the hallway of the school, which connected to the many classrooms. The atmosphere felt terribly dismal, and it didn’t leave you with a good feeling. You couldn’t help but focus on the smell that hadn’t been freshened up for years.

“This is my 4th-grade classroom,” He slid open the door and across the room were sprawled out desks and chairs--it was like a forest, avoiding all of these objects just to get to the other side was like a journey in itself. In the back of the room were stapled class pictures of old students and teachers on a corkboard. Chenle desperately searched for the photo with him in it, searching across what seemed like around 10+ photographs. “Ah, here’s me!” He said, gesturing for you and Jisung to come to him. He pointed to his 10-year-old self, shining a flashlight on it to show it clearer. “It’s crazy how it’s still here.”

��You were cute,” Jisung commented.

“Are you saying I’m not cute now?” Chenle scoffed jokingly. He removed the photo from the corkboard and shoved it neatly into the small pocket of his backpack, thinking of showing it to his parents later today once he figures out a good enough excuse to where he found it.

You yawn, eyes getting tired minute by minute, second by second as you continue your journey throughout the huge school. You entered room 3B, which seemed like a music room—chairs stacked in 5’s, music sheets laying on the scattered desks, posters of musicians and guitar and piano chords on the walls begging to fall down to the ground as the tape holding it up collects dust. A piano lies near the corner of the room and Chenle sits on the bench that stood in front of it. He plays a mellow tune as you and Jisung look at all of the instruments that were isolated in a metal storage cabinet. You take out a recorder and try to remember the notes of the infamous ‘Hot Cross Buns’—however your memorization skill isn't the best and you end up with random noises. Jisung laughs at your attempt and you laugh back, putting the instrument back to where it was placed. You head towards Chenle, who was heavily concentrated on playing the song that was on the sheet on the music desk. You listen to the pretty sounds until he stops for a moment.

“It sounds beautiful,” you say.

Chenle chuckles before standing up and ruffling his hair, “I know, I’ve been playing practically since birth, you know?”

You both stood there, the moonlight reflecting on your skin through the thin glass. You turn your head, “Where’s Jisung?” You had thought the boy would follow you when you were walking toward Chenle—but he didn’t. There was no third shadow moving alongside yours and the boy beside you; the atmosphere grew cold. You beckoned Chenle to come with you before walking towards the classroom door to once again enter the hallway.

“Jisung! Are you an idiot? Where are you?” Chenle shouted out loud but there was no voice that followed. A curse word was muttered, you begin scrambling out of the music room to find the 5’11 boy that suddenly vanished into thin air. You knew how afraid he was during the car ride here and you never thought you would leave him alone like this. You stuck by Chenle’s side as you searched through most of the classrooms in the building.

No sign.

You were startled as you unlocked the door to the janitor’s closet, shining your flashlight down the stairwell that was somehow built in the tiny room. “Chenle, come here,” you beckoned. He rushed to you quickly; his eyes widened once he saw what was hidden inside the room.

“I’ve never seen this before,” he chuckled, “Maybe Jisung went in here, but for what?” You shrugged at the boy’s assumption, furrowing your brows before stepping in. Jisung was always curious about the world—you might think it’s his first life and he’s fascinated by every small detail that the universe could give him. Though, you would never expect that he would be curious about this particular stairwell.

A horrid smell hit you both once you reached halfway down the staircase. You muttered a curse word, “Fuck. It smells rotten in here,” Chenle agreed, nodding at you. You continued your way down to see Jisung’s body lay flat on the floor like a ragdoll. You took in a sharp breath as you quickened your steps down to see six other bodies lay in front of him. You rapidly shout out the boy’s name as you frantically attempt to shake him awake, wishing in the back of your mind that he hadn’t ended up like the bodies that were obviously sitting beside you.

Jisung groaned, sitting right side up as he held his head. “What happened to you?!” You question, helping him stand up. He looked around the room once more before taking two steps back when he watched the dead bodies lay on the floor.

He shook his head rapidly as his hands held onto your wrist. “I-I just saw that and I don’t know what happened but…” he shut his eyes. “I should’ve stayed with you guys. I’m so so so sorry.” You hear footsteps nearing you, both of your heads turn to the sound.

“Jisung!” You yell out. You froze once you see crimson flow out of his neck. Your eyes follow the holder of the knife’s arm to his face slowly. You stared with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “Chenle, what the fuck are you doing?!” you breathed out.

Chenle tilted his head back with a slight close-lipped smile, enigmatic. Your eyes filled with tears as you watched Jisung’s blood drip, his arms holding onto what he thought was his best friend. “It’s so fun doing this!” he giggled, eyes crinkling through his smile. He pulled out the knife before quickly stabbing it back inside Jisung’s neck. “Is little Jisung whimpering? I’m just playing with you!” His psychotic laughter soon filled your ears and your breath quickened once you watched as Chenle stabbed him in the stomach laying on top of Jisung, a dark red pours onto the floor steadily. You wanted to look away but your body could do nothing but be full of shock.

Chenle’s head jerked toward your direction. You gulped as he stood up to walk toward you with an innocent smile. Once he cornered your back to the wall, he dragged the knife covered in blood along your jawline. You winced as the sharp blade cut through your delicate skin, you clutched onto nothing making your knuckles turn white. “P-please…” you whisper.

His smile dropped once the knife entered the side of your torso. “Now, you two can be with me forever.”

[starfinss]

Good;Bad — Morisuke Yaku

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Summary: You’re having the world’s worst week. Yaku can fix that.

Pairing: Morisuke Yaku x Reader

Rating: Fluff, comfort (SFW)

Word Count: 1,839

You’d been having a terrible week.

It rained on Monday, and because of your spacey Monday brain, you forgot an umbrella, resulting in you getting soaked on your mad dash home from school. Tuesday was a test day, and you hadn’t studied, resulting in a less than ideal score. Wednesday, you left your lunch at home and had to buy something from the vending machine to tide yourself over. This would have been fine if they weren’t out of your favorite snack. Finally, on Thursday, you woke up late, and when you finally got to school you were ten minutes late and you received the humiliating death stare as you took your seat. And at the end of the day, as you were innocently taking notes at volleyball practice, Lev served a ball straight into your face.

The fact that he received an earful from Yaku didn’t comfort you as much as it probably usually would’ve. But Lev was sorry, and you couldn’t really be mean to him. So you let it go, along with the other things you let go from your overall hellish week.

Needless to say, with your seemingly chronic bad luck that week, you were dreading Friday. And for good reason.

The milk was spoiled, so you had to eat your cereal dry, and when you showered, you cut your leg with the razor when shaving. To top it off, you couldn’t get your hair to look right, so you piled it into a bun at the crown of your head.

ou looked at your disheveled reflection in the mirror with tired eyes, stuck your tongue out at it, and hurried to leave the house.

I just have to survive today and then it’s the weekend.

You ran into Yaku as you neared the school, and he had his earbuds in. And when I say ‘you ran into him’, that was literal.

Your feet went out from under you in a flash, sending you tumbling to the pavement. You watched from the ground as Yaku also lost his balance, and he slipped, landing on top of you at an awkward angle.

You heard him groan in pain, and you shifted uncomfortably.

“Sorry,” you said, “my bad.”

Yaku rolled off of you, rubbing his elbow. His sleeved were rolled up, and you saw his brows furrow as he took note of the scrape on his outer forearm he’d gained from the fall.

You paled. “I’m so sorry, Yaku!”

Yaku offered you a smile. “No, I wasn’t looking where I was going. It’s fine. Are you okay?”

You patted dow your body, and aside from a bruised elbow and more than slightly bruised dignity, you weren’t injured.

“Fine,” you said, “but you’re bleeding.”

Yaku glanced down at his arm again. “It’s fine. Not so bad.”

You struggled to your feet, offering Yaku a hand, which he took.

“I’ll take you to the nurse,” you said, “I’m really sorry.”

Yaku looked at you quizzically.  “It’s just a scrape, (Y/N). I’ll go myself if you’re worried. Just head to class.”

You took a breath. “Fine, okay.”

You left Yaku by the gates after a few parting words, keeping your head down as you walked.

Great job, (Y/N). On top of everything else, you just injured the guy you like.

You pushed it to the back of your mind, pulling your sweater sleeves around your hands.

This is gonna be a long day.

——————

Class went smoothly, thank god, and by the time lunch rolled around, you found out your best friend was absent again, so you opted to eat your lunch with the team. Kuroo was warm and welcoming to you when he spotted you, hurrying you into a seat beside Yaku with an almost knowing look that frankly alarmed you.

Yaku’s arm had a bandage on it, and he smiled wanly at you when you appeared beside him.

“Is your arm okay?” You asked as you removed the lid from your lunch box.

Yaku chuckled softly. “Don’t worry about it, really. I’m not gonna die because of a scrape.”

Lev leaned over halfway so he could see you, a smile appearing on his face.

“(L/N), you’re sitting with us today?”

You nodded. “Himari is gone, so here I am. Hope that’s okay.”

[Yaku glanced from Lev and back to you. “It’s fine. You’re always welcome here.”

He took a large bite of his rice. You did the same with your own food, chewing slowly.

Kuroo started taking about volleyball, and you listened as best as you could. You possessed a decent understanding of the game because of the fact that you were the manager of the Nekoma boys team, but you didn’t give any input.

Lunch passed, and you went back to class. You just hoped you could get through the rest of the day without incident.

——————

You arrived at practice late.

Kuroo didn’t comment on it, it wasn’t his place to since you weren’t a player, but he gave you a funny look since you weren’t usually late.

“I’m having an off day,” you told him, and he offered a friendly, albeit Cheshire smile. That was just how he usually smiled.

You sat down, pulled out your notebook, and began to take notes over the practice while doing some of your English homework.

It was about halfway through the practice that a ball suddenly hit you in the side of the face, the contact knocking you off your chair and onto the ground. You notebook skidded across the floor, your pencil sharing its fate. Your nose slammed into your arm as you tried to use it to cushion your fall, and you yelped in pain.

The room went quiet.

“Lev, you idiot, you hit (Y/N)!” You heard Yamamoto cry.

“Don’t flail your arms!”

That was Yaku, and judging from the context, Lev had probably lost control of a serve.

You propped yourself up on your arm, lifting a hand to rub at your sore cheek. Your nose was bleeding. You reached up to wipe the blood away with your sleeve, adding the fact that you now had to wash your sweater to the list of things you were upset about.

You looked up to find a handful of the players around you, concern in their eyes.

Yaku pushed through them, sending a downright murderous look to Lev, who’s expression morphed into a fearful one.

“Give her some space, guys. Back to practice.”

“I’ll get her some ice,” Lev said, guilt in his voice.

“It’s okay, Lev, I’m not mad,” you told him.

He was already out the doors by the time you finished speaking, so you just sighed.

Yaku knelt beside you, helping you sit up against the wall.

“Are you okay?”

You tried to answer him. You really did. Because honestly, while the hit hurt, it wasn’t going to kill you.

But the second you opened your mouth, you began to cry.

Yaku looked alarmed, and the sudden choked sob drew the attention of the other boys, but Yaku held up a hand. He pulled you into his arms, shushing you quietly, his movements a bit awkward, but you appreciated his effort.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He whispered, and you reached up to hold onto him.

“I’ve just been having a terrible week. I guess I… I hit my breaking point.”

And the whole knocking-over-my-crush thing really isn’t helping.

“Why don’t we go somewhere quiet?” Yaku asked, and you nodded.

“That would be nice.”

“Okay. Hey, Kuroo!”

Kuroo turned. “Yeah?”

“I’m gonna take her to the clubroom. Send Lev when he gets back.”

Yaku helped you to your feet, hand pressing to the small of your back as you walked.

The clubroom was nice and quiet, and once you were inside, Yaku shut the door, leaning against the doorjamb.

You opted for sitting on the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. You tucked your skirt between your thighs to conserve your modesty.

Yaku sat beside you.

“Tell me,” he said, “if you’re comfortable with it, that is, what’s wrong?”

And you told him. You didn’t know why you just began to spill your guts to him, but he listened attentively, offered sympathy, comforted you. It felt nice.

“And then, this morning,” you were saying, another sob building in your throat, “I ran right into you, and I was afraid I’d hurt you—“

Yaku smiled. “(Y/N), I’m perfectly fine, it doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

You sniffled. “I know, but running into the—“

You cut yourself off. What you almost just said would have revealed your feelings for the boy beside you, and rejection wasn’t something else you wanted to add to your terrible week. It would be the cherry on top of your own personal hell.

“Running into the… The what?”

Yaku looked at you with furrowed brows, and you buried your head in your knees.

You could have come up with a creative lie, but that required energy, and that was something you frankly didn’t have.

“The guy… The guy I like.”

Silence.

Heavy silence.

You looked away, somewhere to your left, eyes falling on a pile of volleyball magazines in the corner.

“(Y/N).”

You didn’t answer.

“(Y/N), look at me.”

You turned, eyes full of unshed tears.

And he kissed you.

It was gentle, warm, tender, and you all but melted at his touch, sighing as his hands came up to cradle your jaw. His palms were warm against your already hot face, but they felt nice nonetheless. You linked your hands together behind his neck, slowly kissing him back, your movements unpracticed and tentative, but he didn’t seem to mind.

The door slid open and you and Yaku broke apart quickly, turning to see who entered.

It was Lev, an ice pack in his hand. A wide grin broke out across his face.

You exchanged a look with Yaku.

“I just won 2,000 yen,” Lev said, matter of factly, “here’s your ice pack, (L/N).”

You broke into laughter as he left the ice pack on the ground by the door, and your tears were forgotten as a tender warmth filled your body. You wrapped your arms around Yaku’s neck, kissing him deeply, and he made a soft noise in surprise as he returned the gesture.

“I like you, too, (Y/N),” he said when he pulled back. You felt more tears fill your eyes, but they weren’t of sadness this time.

They were of joy. Of relief.

As Yaku pressed his lips to your forehead, pulling you close to him, you figured that your week maybe didn’t suck as much as you thought it did. It couldn’t, not with an ending like that.

And when you walked back to the gym, one hand holding the ice pack to your head and the other laced together with Yaku’s, you smiled.

“I changed my mind,” you said, and Yaku raised his eyebrows.

“About what?”

“Maybe my week isn’t all bad.”

He squeezed your hand, eyes dancing with mirth, and you forgot all about the pain in your head.

Almost.

[iamyoursinblog]

Perfect mistake

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count:  2.1 k

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Pov you

The noise caught your attention while you work in the office. “What the hell?” You walked to the front door while someone continued to enter the wrong code. You opened the door and Yugyeom fell at your feet, giggling. This is something new, you thought.

“Yugyeom” you tried to get his attention. But he seemed to completely ignore your presence. He spun on the floor, taking off his jacket. You covered your mouth so as not to laugh when he successfully coped with the jacket, and climbed towards the bedroom.

“It's hard... How hard ...” he grumbled, continuing to get rid of his clothes, crawling on his elbows into the bedroom.

You should definitely have been angry for being in this state, but he was too cute to be angry with him now. Kim Yugyeom in boxers is sleeping on my floor! Great, you grumbled as he fell asleep on the living room floor next to the couch... for a second your head ached as you imagined what would have happened if he had confused the door not with your apartment. You shook your head, driving away the thought.

"Yugyeom, wake up" you tried to bring him to his senses but it was all to no avail. "Damn, why are you so heavy" you tried to drag him from the living room to the bedroom. "I think I broke my back" you fell exhausted on the floor by the bed, after being able to drag the sleeping Yugyeom onto it. Your whole nightie was practically wet with sweat. You didn't sweat that much even after strength training in the gym. You stood on trembling legs and froze when Yugyeom stretched out on your bed, showing off his gorgeous body. Your eyes could not get away from his tight naked body, but even more you were attracted by the part that was hidden by boxers. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, and how did you manage to move into the apartment that was right below the Yugyeom apartment. You've never been particularly interested in guys, although there have been a lot of people suggesting you go out on a date. You didn't even believe in love. For you, "love at first sight" was something like a unicorn, a fiction that exists only in fairy tales. But then you saw Yugyeom in the hall of your agency, which simply captured your heart in a second. Your jaw practically fell to the floor when they told you that you will be his manager and how should you work with him when your stupid heart went crazy with every look ...

To say that you were shocked is to say nothing when you ran into him in the elevator on the day you moved. He hugged you so tightly, congratulating you, even now remembering that moment, your skin is covered with goose bumps. And now he lies only in underwear in your bed... Maybe you must just quit... And what are you doing?, you asked yourself mentally when your hand froze a less then inch from his skin. The temptation to touch him was too great, you bit your lip. You shuddered when Yugyeom, sharply opening his eyes, grabbed your hand. He pulled you towards him, which caused you to practically be on top of him, resting your free hand on the pillow next to his head.

He raised his hand and ran his fingers over your face, smiling at you "You are in my dreams again," he whispered softly, continuing to stroke your face. "Always so close to me and at the same time so far away ... we work together, we live together ... but why is dreams the only place where I can touch you?" his smile turned sad. Before you knew what was happening, he lifted his head and kissed you. Your eyes grew even wider, and your heart seemed to faint, slowly sliding to the floor. You should have pulled away, but your body did not obey you. He hugged you, pressing you against his body, deepening the kiss. You moaned softly as his tongue slid into your mouth. Is it possible only today, will you pretend that this is all a dream? Everything inside you trembled as his hands caressed your body. He turned on his side with you, being on top of you.

"Oh my god" you moaned softly as Yugyeom squeezed your breast, leaving kisses on your neck. Your head was spinning, there were too many emotions to cope with. "Yugyeom" you choked with pleasure when, pushing the edge of your nightie, he licked your nipple. You need to stop! Right now! You scolded yourself mentally, but there was nothing you could do. How could you stop yourself if now you wanted him more than take the next breath...

You moaned as he rubbed a hard dick against your clit as his tongue drove you crazy, caressing your nipples. He put his hand between your bodies, lifting the hem of your nightie up. One movement and your panties were on the floor ... You dug your nails into his skin when he pushed hard at you. "Fuck" you whimpered with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He kissed you, intertwining your tongues as he continued to fuck your pussy hard. Your body shook at how close you were to cum. A tear rolled down your cheek in discouraging pleasure. He moaned your name loudly, thrusting faster as his lips dug into your skin. His arms wrapped around your body. You cum hard by moaning his name on his lips when he kissed you again.

"Yeah baby ..." his movements were chaotic as he started to cum, filling you with his sperm "Mine! You are only mine,” he growled, making hard thrusts at you. "You should only belong to me!" he moaned with a few strong thrusts, prolonging your pleasure, before his body completely relaxed, falling on you.

 POV Yugyeom

He groaned and smiled as he lay in bed with his eyes still closed. Today you were also in his dreams. Everything was so real that it seemed he could still feel your scent. If this were a real… he groaned, turning on his side and hugging the blanket instead of you. What is it? He asked himself mentally as your scent grew stronger after taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes and it took him a few seconds to realize that he was not in his bedroom. He sat up abruptly on the bed, looking around, what the hell happened? Where is he? He stopped when he saw a painting that was in front of the bed. He knew this painting. Moreover, he personally bought it. And  gave it to you when you moved into his house. Wait a minure, stop! He looked around again. Is he in your bedroom? His eyes widened when he saw some of your photos with friends, on the table next to the window. How did this happen? He lifted the covers and his eyes widened as he realized he was only wearing boxers. Indeed!.. no, it cannot be ... but it was all so real...  no, no... most likely the dream was so real because of your scent. How did he end up in your bed? How he ended up in your apartment at all. Oh, why did he drink so much yesterday. Was he so drunk that he came to you at night ... he didn’t do anything stupid, did he? Damn, why, right now, he couldn't remember anything.

He slowly got out of bed. He saw his clothes folded neatly on the chair. Dressing quickly, he left the bedroom. "_______" he called you, but he was greeted only by silence. His stomach gurgled when he went to the kitchen, he smelled food. He went to the table and saw a note from you, next to the food.

“Kim Yugyeom !!! Do not even think that you can avoid punishment for being so drunk that you confuse someone else's door with yours!!!"

He laughed after reading your note. So that's what happened, he just messed up the floor. He sat down at the table, smiling broadly. I wish I would confuse my door with yours every day, he said, looking at the food you prepared for him.

In the evening he entered your office, immediately falling to his knees and raising his hands up. "I agree to any punishment," he muttered.

You laughed at his behavior. "Should I spank you?" He looked up at you and immediately regretted it. Flashbacks of his dream floated in his head. He immediately averted his eyes, looking at the floor. He tried to drive away these fantasies from himself, but they were too real. Your body in his hands, your taste, your scent, your moans ... it was all too real for a simple dream. He looked at you again "What happened yesterday?" he asked getting up from the floor.

"You mean how you literally burst into my apartment drunk or about how you crawling on the floor into the bedroom, scattering your things?" you smiled broadly at him

He fell into the chair next to your desk. “Sorry, I'm such an idiot,” he shook his head.

"You know, yesterday I barely supported myself so as not to get your drunk ass!"

"Oh really?" he laughed

“You generally understand what could have happened if you had broken not into my apartment,” he shuddered when you banged the table. "I need a drink, this job too stressful!"

"Do you want to keep you company?" he asked, but you gave him a murderous look. “I didn't say I will going to drink, I'll just keep you company.” He shrugged as you threw a crumpled piece of paper at him.

"Yugyeom" you practically moaned his name, leaning back in your chair. "You beg to be spanked for your behavior!"

The way you pronounced his name made it aroused to remember his dream again. "Hey _________" he ran his hand over his face.

"What?" you looked at him

"I yesterday ... we yesterday ...  is it" he muttered to himself

"What are you muttering there, I don't understand a word"

"Between us yesterday ..."

“No,” you interrupted him without letting him finish. “Whateveryou thought for yourself, there was nothing,” you said, looking away. He didn't even think that he would be so disappointed that it was just another dream.

“I just ... It's a good thing I didn't do anything stupid,” he replied.

"Wow, it's so late" you quickly changed the subject. "Time to go home."

"I thought you wanted a drink" he smiled at you

"Another time," you said, reaching for your bag. Your shirt slipped slightly, exposing your collarbone. He clenched his jaw, trying to calm down and regain his ability to walk. He was already looking away when he saw a red mark on your skin. It was definitely hickey. He grabbed you by the hand, pulling you closer. He exactly remembered this moment in his dream. He remembered how he left this hickey, and all the rest, while he was deep in you. And if it was not just a dream, then there must be another hickey just below . "What are you doing?" You asked in a trembling voice when he raised his hand and took your collar with his fingers He pulled your shirt collar down and saw another mark on your skin.

"So there was nothing?" he asked, pushing you against the wall.

"It just a bruise from the blow" you did not look at him, averting your eyes

“Blow” he laughed softly. “Whatever I thought for myself, there was nothing.” He repeated your words.

"Yugyeom, nothing happened." You wanted to shove him away, but he pressed your hands against the wall, holding them above your head. "What are you doing, Yugyeom?"

He was slowly unbuttoning your shirt. “This is also from the blow,” Yugyeom asked, running his fingers over the hickey on your chest that he left last night.

"What do you want to hear from me?"

“Unlike me, you weren't drunk. And what I remember...” he paused, allowing him to return that night. "You wanted it no less than me."

You escaped from his embrace, buttoning up your shirt. "Yugyeom ..." you turned towards him. He came up to you diging into your lips. He didn't want to hear excuses or anything like that.

"I'm so happy" he took your face with his hands, leaving light kisses on your lips. You rolled your eyes as he lifted you into his arms. "I have dreamed of kissing you for so long" he laughed. "Don't even think that I will let you run away from me now. You are mine!" He kissed you, hiding in his arms.

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More Kim Yugyeom x Reader:

I am your present (smut)

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[princecharmingmendes]

Heart by Heart | Chapter III | Raul Mendes

                                               *secret agent AU*

Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.

Hi, this is the third chapter of this series, you can find the first one here. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don't feel comfortable with the contents listed on the "warnings" section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the "fic rec" hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!

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*Word Count: 4.1K+

*Warnings: cursing, probably wrong tips about physical fighting (I'm sorry, I know shit about it!),  therefore mentions of physical fight (only training though), jealousy if you squint.  

Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings. 

*Posted: July 15th, 2021.

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Y/N wishes she could punch Raul’s perfectly aligned teeth and annoying smirk away. 

Ever since their mission was announced a couple of days ago, Raul made her work out hard, harder than she’s been doing for a while. It’s not like she was in a bad shape, she couldn’t exactly avoid training being constantly sent on field missions. But since she normally stood on a far safe distance, she didn’t need to run 10 miles everyday on the treadmill or on the streets -which was her best friend’s preferred spot since the terrain was irregular and they had to be alert every single minute so they don’t end up being hit by a car. And that’s precisely what he made her do. 

They had to be at work at 8:00 a.m. every day, so Raul picked her up at 5:30 so they could have breakfast before their run, she’d then curse him on the way back to her apartment so they could get ready. He would only laugh at her, promising it would be worth it. Then they’d go into a meeting to discuss final details with the people they picked to form their team. After a long meeting arranging mostly details and cover up stories, they’d go to lunch, only to come back and train using the new gear, shooting and physical fight. The group had to be ready to face pretty much everything imaginable, the risk of this mission was like no other Y/N could remember, so they had to be the best of the best. 

So yeah, maybe Raul was just being careful, but she was sure he was only finding new ways to torture her. 

That’s why the team consisted on Raul as the captain, or co-captain as she liked to tease, and Y/N as the responsible for the strategy. There was Jack who was picked to be Raul’s right hand on the field, he was an experienced agent and has worked with him on many occasions, meaning their chemistry on the field was great. He was a huge, strong man with the sweetest and kindest heart, always laughing out loud and making jokes around. Then there was Celine. Celine’s past is a mystery no one was able to figure out, at least not yet. She was not a person of many words, always quietly watching everyone and everything, ready to shoot the first one that comes her way. Despite being Daphne’s cousin, who was all soft touches and pastel colors, Celine was brutally honest and even a little blunt, but had a great soul with good intentions, maybe just not the best person skills on the team.

And despite all that, she seemed to like Y/N for some reason, wasn’t the biggest fan of Raul, but she didn’t deny he was a great agent. So Y/N picked her cause she trusted her with her life, knowing she would do anything necessary to finish their mission. And then there was Thomas. Tommy as Raul liked to tease, was a newly turned full agent (three month ago to be precise) and still lacked a bit of that intuition only time and experience could give you, nonetheless he was a suggestion the boss made herself. Thomas was a great agent, with fresh ideas and still a bit naive, but he was quick at thinking, new a lot about tech and was a great field agent high made him a lot more complete than older ones. And with that, the team was closed and all worked out together after lunch until their bodies gave out. 

And to make it simple, the beginning was hellish, the end of the week was just like the beginning. 

The first day they started training physical combat, she was paired with Celine, which she was sure was attempted murder. Five minutes fighting she was on the floor, unable to move and breathing hard. Raul quickly climbed on the ring, helping her to get up as he told Celine to replace him with Tom. He moved her to sit on the little bench and brought her a bottle of water as she shook her head. 

“You know I can walk and do this myself, right?”

Raul huffed an amused laugh and nodded, sitting beside her “of course I do, doll, just taking care of my girl, yeah?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, bumping his shoulder with hers as she chugged the water down “maybe I’m way worst than I originally thought”

“No, you’re not bad” he said shaking his head and she let out an annoyed breath “I mean it, you’re just rusty, this is not your field anyway, and you can’t use any weapons on the ring, so it’s harder, come on, you just need to activate muscle memory”  Raul said patting her back as he got up. 

“Wish I could believe in myself like you do” she giggled sadly as she took his bigger outstretched hand, letting him pull her up.

“Me too, but don’t worry, we’ll get there, that’s why you have me, silly” he pinched her cheeks “now come on, you’ve got a lot to remember”

He took her to the punching bags, grabbing a pair of gloves for him to wear for her to punch. Then proceeded to bark orders and different combinations of moves, and surprisingly, she remembered most of them, not necessarily executing them perfectly, but it was a start. He then got rid of the gloves before carefully wrapping her hands and moving her to a punching bag. 

“Here’s the thing, doll, you know what you’re doing, you just need to do it better” He placed his hands on her shoulders straightening her position, one hand sliding down her right arm to correct the movement “try it now” he said, his warm breath on her ear, making her suppress a shiver and forcing her to focus on the bag in front of her. 

Y/N tried and it definitely improved, but it still wasn’t what she remembered doing, something felt off “okay, yeah, thanks”

“Good, now fix your legs, you’ll be fighting someone who possibly knows how to fight back, so rearrange your feet to gain more balance in case they come for you” he instructed, hands still on her shoulders as he used his own feet to fix hers in the floor “yeah, that’s it, now the strength” his gently glided down her arms, only for them to stop at her waist and stomach “this is where you have to focus on, contracting abdominal muscles will help the movement and impact of your punch, this is what you’re missing”

She knew he wasn’t necessarily teasing her or anything, this was just Raul trying to help her in his very touchy way, but that didn’t stop Y/N from becoming a bit speechless, not trusting her own voice to respond, she only nodded her head. To which he just laughed stepping back.

“Relax your shoulders and don’t forget how to breathe, doll” he said crossing his arms above his chest as he watched her finally letting go of her breath, taking a deep one before punching a few times

It wasn’t perfect, but it was almost there.

Raul knew she was good and completely capable of taking anyone down within seconds, her grades on every test they ever took serving as even more proof for them. She just needed to remember it a bit and he wanted her to be completely ready to face anything, he couldn’t afford her getting hurt on anybody’s watch, specially his. So he would do anything he possibly could to avoid that. 

“Good, now give a few more, try a few kicks” he said and she looked back at him to nod, her breathing a bit elaborate  “I’ll meet on the ring later, sweetheart” Raul added with a wink before turning around to see the rest. 

“Fuck you” he heard her mumbling before turning back to her task at hand, making him chuckle lightly as he moved around the gym. 

Raul walked around helping as he could, wrestling with Jack for old time’s sake, adjusting a few of Tom’s moves and helping Celine with the new guns they’re given. He even managed to train a bit himself, before he decided it was time to take her to the ring before Y/N gave up on him and moved to something else. So he walked up to find her talking to Jack, he couldn’t hear much, but he heard enough to know it was time to intervene. 

“-yeah, Adrian keeps asking me about you, I think he wants to take you out, you should go, he’s a great guy and word around he’s good in what he does, if you know what I mean” he teased wiggling his eyebrows at Y/N, making her giggle “you should go out with him, really, you’re both single”

“He can ask her out when we’re back, the only date she’s having for now is on the ring, come on, doll” Raul cut the conversation before he could listen to her reply. 

“Jealous, cap?” Jack asked with a lopsided smile on his lips as she just laughed.

“Of Y/N? All the time, a pretty girl like her always has everyone’s attention, you should see whenever we go out to eat something or whatever”

Y/N rolled her eyes “oh please, shut up, both of you”

“I mean it, doll, now come on, let’s see how you improved” he said cracking his knuckles “and you, haven’t you got anything better to do than gossip?”

“Of course not, I’m all done” Jack replied.

“Done of getting your ass beaten today, you’ll only be ready whenever you’re able to take me down” Raul said as he draped his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. 

Jack only threw a middle finger at Raul as both of the boys laughed. 

Y/N and Raul climbed on the closest ring, with her stretching a bit as he did the same, both in some sort of staring competition. Everything with them could easily become a competition -who drank water fastest, little races to get to a certain place, who could count the most amount of super specific cars on a road trip, but the most common and their personal favorite, staring competition. And that was a recurring thing ever since they’re basically babies. And they both hated loosing and would try as hard as they could to beat the other. 

Raul’s mind was racing. He wanted to ask if she was actually interested in someone at if she’d say eyes to whoever wanted to ask her out, or even if she actually looking for a date or maybe even if she didn’t want a serious relationship for now. All that while he had this beautiful sparkling with excitement eyes staring into his soul, leaving him bare for her to read. Meanwhile, she was only trying to concentrate on what was about to happen and also on trying to keep her heart at a normal pace, knowing full well she was about the get really close to her best friend. Also having the other stare at her so intently it was making it hard for her to breathe properly.

“Ready?”

Raul only smiled at her “Was born ready, doll”

Y/N then surged forward, getting him by surprise with her punch landing on his shoulder, and he had to admit, her punch was good. With the element of shock on her favor, she tried hitting him again, clearly avoiding his face. Raul then stepped forward regaining his composure and cornering her slowly, only blocking her attempted attacks, without fighting back. He then was kicked hard on the thigh, a surprised yelp leaving his lips with the painful sensation spreading through his muscles, and just as she was about to hit him in his chest, he grabbed her hand, the other being quick to join his grasp on his right hand. 

“Not so bad, sweetheart” he said with a triumph smile on his lips but she was quick to get her left hand loose moving around to get out of the space he guided her to limit her space.

Then she started her series of punches and kicks again, him dodging most of them, but still being hit a few times making him proud but at the same time breath heavier on the pain spreading on his abused skin. When her hand came to hit him in the chest again, he grabbed it, already bringing the other one to join, before bringing her to the floor and immobilizing her with his own body. Y/N stopped struggling quickly, knowing she wasn’t going to be able to do much to get out of his grasp. She was panting heavily, but it was worth it, cause she was able to make him sweat and be a little less composed than when they started. 

“Bet your secret admirer would be proud” Raul said still unmoved on top of her.

“Bet he would” Y/N sassed back and Raul chuckled, dropping his head to her collarbone and she swear her heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching on her throat. 

Raul got up, offering a hand to her, which she gladly took “are you going out with him?”

“I don’t know, I don’t even know if that’s true or the guy, maybe? I think this is not the moment, so maybe i’m the future, who knows?” she shrugged, grabbing her water bottle and drinking before offering it to him.

“Yeah, you’re probably right” he said closing it again, pulling the ropes for her to step out.

Y/N turned around to face Raul, and as she waited for him she asked “what about you?”

“Me? What about me?” Raul stared at her, noticing the others were already gone.

“Are you proud?” she asked with a teasing smirk, voice playful, but deep down, that was all that mattered to her. Not Adrian or anyone else.

“I’m always proud of you, doll” he smirked at her and she only shook her head giggling “but yes, you’re good at it, just a bit more practice, you’re a natural”

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“Come on, sweetheart, climb up here and I’ll let you all go so you can get ready for tomorrow” Raul said as he was propped up by the hopes on the ring, a smirk on his lips as everyone started gathering around. 

It was the last day of preparing before they left the next morning. They’ve spent the whole week perfecting their skills and cover ups until it rolled out smoothly off their tongues. Y/N and Raul started a routine, they decided to set camp on his living room since it was a lot bigger than hers, so they would wake up already on his place, grab breakfast, run for a while before going straight to work. Then they’d meet their teammates for a brief discussion, after hitting the gym until their limbs gave out. When it neared 6 p.m., they’d leave for his place where they’d shower and order takeout or cook something simple, before talking until they fell asleep, most nights on the living room.

And despite she remembered as clear as day she fell asleep on the couch, she would wake up on his bed, wrapped on a heavy duvet, with the sound of water droplets hitting the ground from his bathroom. They never talked about it, both acting as if this routine was normal and settled for years now. And it was shocking how well they fit the role of this whole domestic situation. And Peter was loving it, always throwing knowing looks at her whenever she went to visit his lab area. 

Y/N only rolled her eyes at him and Celine bumped her shoulder on Y/N’s, a feline smile gracing her sharp gorgeous features, and then  she turned to the six feet man standing at the edge of the ring “fine, but you’re buying me dinner”

“Whatever you want, and if you’re able to win, I’ll even buy sushi for you and give you a back massage” he offered as he pulled the ropes to help her climb, bowing his head trying to hold back a chuckle.

She climbed on as he let the rope snap back into its place “And what would I have to do if I loose?” she teased, knowing full well she was going to take the offer only to have a chance to rub his smirk on the dirty and sweaty ground beneath her feet.

“Pack my bag and say I’m the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on” he stated simply. And honestly, it wouldn’t be such a hard thing to do, but first, she wouldn’t want to add it to his already over inflated ego, second, she didn’t know if she would be able to say it without blurting out some other compromising feelings. 

But Y/N stares at him and smiled lazily, like she wasn’t bothered at all  and truly contemplating his offer “tempting”

“Come on, babydoll” he mockingly pouted at her and she playfully sighed rolling her eyes, cracking her knuckles and rolling her head. 

“Alright, but you better be ready to order from my favorite place and get me dessert” she added with a pointed look and he nodded eagerly. 

“You make the rules” he winked before walking backwards to his designated spot “ready?”

“Yeah, let’s get this over it so you can buy me dinner” she teased, watching from the corner of her eyes as her teammates and even Peter gathered around to watch “or we can just stay here all night watching you brag about yourself and being all talk no action”

Raul laughed before shaking his head and a more concentrated look latch onto his eyes “don’t hold back, sweetheart”

“Not my thing” she said before taking a deep breath and trying to remember all she learned this week, making her first move.

Raul blocked her relatively easily, and then their movements flowed in an intricate rhythm. With only a few days of training, the improvement on her technique was obvious as she maneuvered a lot more gracefully than before. Her hits a lot more consistent, her defense was up and she was able to notice her opponents weakness so she could plan the next move. Y/N was also able to notice patterns on their tactics and predict their next move. 

And he was a bit shocked. In a good way, but shocked nonetheless. 

He knew she was good, Raul’s seen her training before, saw all her tests and grading throughout the years. Hell, he even taught her a lot of tricks he picked up over the years, so he knew how she behaved on a physical fight, knew her favorite moves and her worst ones like the back of his hand. But she surprised him with a few new hits and tricks he hasn’t seen her doing before. And that’s what caught him off guard and made her hit him hard a couple of times. That made Raul proud. Sure, he would loose the bet, but giving her a back massage, buying her food and seeing her happy after defeating him was priceless. 

He didn’t make it easy for her, he never would. He wanted her to be the best of the best, always. So he hit back, avoiding her head or going to strong, she had to be whole for the other day. But that didn’t stop him from trying to take her down, but she was quick, she wasn’t too strong, but her agility made up for it.

“Come on, we have an audience, we should put on a show”

Y/N shook her head, concentration never leaving her determined eyes “I’m not an actress to entertain a crowd, nor a clown like you, baby”

“Hey!” he sounded offended, grabbing her fist in his bigger hand “rude”

She just shrugged, pulling her hand back before going back into action and it couldn’t be even more exciting. The teasing, the meaningless banter and still great performance on the wrestle was enough to put an ease on Raul’s heart. She could do it. Of course she could, but now there would be less collateral damage. 

So when he felt her kick him to the ground, quickly pinning him to the rubber type material floor, immobilizing him in a way he wasn’t even able to move his arms if she didn’t let go. Y/N was sat on his stomach, face hovering centimeters above his, breath on frantic rhythm, as he panted on her face, feeling the slow pain crippling on his back and limbs where it collided with the floor. Raul couldn’t help but smile at the surprised and amused glint on her eyes as she was slowly processing she was able t take him down. The cheerful screams around them were only white noise as they stared at each other’s eyes, and he already felt like his heart was going to burst with pride and happiness, that until he heard the gleeful flightless leaving her lips as realization finally hit her, her forehead hitting his clavicle as she laughed, pure joy coursing through her veins.

He ended up laughing with her, his cheeks hurting from the smile stretched across his face. Y/N nuzzled her face on his neck still buzzing happily as she laughed. Raul turned his head lightly, only enough to press a kiss to her temple as she recovered her breathing. 

When she finally did, she untangled her legs from his, getting up from his torso and offering a hand at him, which he gladly took as he stood up, facing his colleagues as they still laughed and cheered at her. Celine climbed up to meet her with a quick, sharp, strong hug in congratulations before dragging her down with her. Jack was quick to pat Raul on the back as he chuckled, mumbling a ‘good luck with your girl, dude, she’s a badass and you’re gonna need it’. When he finally met her eyes again, he offered her his hand and Y/N automatically took it, letting him pull her closer until she was in his arms. 

“That was insane, doll, shit, you did so good” he said, arms loosely looped around her waist and she beamed proudly at him. 

“I did work hard for that” Y/N shrugged trying to play it coy but he was only able to chuckle.

Raul nodded “yeah, I noticed, and I’m so fucking proud of you for that, and many more reasons, but that?! You’re the fucking best, you know?” he praised and she felt her body heating up. 

“Actually” she said softly, looking down at his silver necklace “Celine’s the best, she showed me a few new tricks that I combined with the ones you taught me and the ones I already knew, so yeah”

“When did that even happen?” he didn’t try hiding his initial shock. They’ve been basically around each other 24/7, how did he not notice her training with someone else the past week?

“Well, to be fair you’re too cocky for your own good” Y/N had that pointed look in her eyes as she poked him on his broad chest “so I kinda asked her to show me how I could take you down and we’ve been doing it in secret, mostly when you went down to meet with Peter or to practice shooting”

“So it was a whole scheme just to try to embarrass me and knock me out?” he’s tone in a playful accusation as his brows shot up in evident disbelief.

“To sum it up, yeah, pretty much” she shrugged innocently as Raul threw his head back laughing.

“That's fucking awesome, you’re amazing” he said letting go of her waist, only to turn to face their team, dropping his arm around her shoulders “alright, guys, it was a hard week but I believe it paid off. We learned a lot with each other and I believe we’re a lot better now. This is still a fucked up mission, but I think we’re ready to face it and as long as we keep on working together and communicating well, we’ll be alright and coming back home as soon as possible, yeah? Think we should call it a day and test tonight”

“Okay, cap” Tom replied eagerly making Y/N chuckle before shaking her head. 

“So what do you say, cap?” Y/N asked teasingly as the others laughed.

Raul smiled down at her as he shook his head “Think we’re ready, doll”

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[moonlilith]

POV

↬ Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

↬ Timeline: Timeskip

↬ Genre: Fluff ☁️

↬ Wordcount: 1,282

↬ AN: this is all for your skiyoomi’s simp (also me?) and is this self-indulge? Absolutely. Did I write this fic instead of writing my assignments? Absolutely, I wrote a short iwaoi for Twitter HQ angst week and this one. Do I want to baby kiyoomi? Absolutely. Am I obssesd over his moles? Absolutely as someone who has two moles on their nose. Is this a song fic? Absolutely so listen to POV by Ariana Grande Yuh!

       You tugged your mask that covered half your face opened, showing your face to the man standing between you and your beloved. He smiled when he saw your face, saying that the boys will be done in a few minutes more and greeted you with a warm smile. You nodded happily, tugging the mask open, one hand tight with a bottle of hand sanitizer.  

Just as you entered the familiar gym where the MSBY’s boys were at, Meian catches your sight first, running towards you having enough of whatever was going on with the loud snickers and growling. “Y/n!! You came at the right time; you must save Kiyoomi from murdering ‘Tsumu in cold blood.” He stifled a giggle as your expression didn’t even change.

Atsumu and Kiyoomi bickering everytime was a normal occurrence to you so you weren't that concerned at all. “AH!! Y/N-CHAN!!” Atsumu was the first one who spotted you first as he ran towards you in full speed, making you slightly panicked causing you to run sideways as fast as you could making you bump more into Meian who managed to catch you before you fell.  

    “Tsumu-chan, you scared them!” You heard Bokuto whined at Atsumu for you. You laughed as you thanked Meian and skipped ahead to where your 6 years and counting boyfriend stood. You watched silently as he just stared at you and you knew there was something amiss about him. “Go, take a shower, I’ll be waiting here.” You softly said to him and he nodded but his pinky was lingering on yours longer than usual.  

He went first and you turned towards Hinata who had a curt smile on his face, knowing that you’ll ask him. “What ticked him off?” He nervously glanced at Atsumu but the smile was still plastered on his face. You sighed thanking him before urging him to the showers, keeping your gaze on Atsumu who was laughing with Bokuto. It must have been something that Atsumu questioned and had said that made Kiyoomi like that.  

You stared at the rearview mirror, your eyes catching Kiyoomi’s as he drives in silent with the radio accompanied you guys on your journey back home. “How was your day?” Your eyes glistened, usually after telling him how your days went, he would tell you, his but today he just kept to himself and it raised your suspicion even more when one of his hands were on your thighs. It’s not like you minded his hand on your body, but it was just unusual for you.  

He sat there eating his dinner in silence as you rambled on about your day and things that seemed interseting. Kiyoomi wasn’t much of a talker but this volume of silence is enough for you to know that he was overthinking somethings. Was it something about volleyball? You wondered silently but shook your head since you knew Kiyoomi is confident in his abilities and he isn't one to be swallowed in his weaknesses and instead focus on improving himself.  

“You know that I love you right?” He had said suddenly while you were doing the dishes that you almost dropped the mug that was in your hands. You stiffled a laughter, “Of course Oomi and I love you too.” You said without looking back at him standing near the kitchen island. “Y/n...” He called out to you again, but you only hummed in responses and thought nothing of it until you felt a hand sneaked to your waist, holding you tight. “I was afraid that you didn’t know.” He mumbled inaudibly but you managed to catch that.  

    You smile to yourself and realised. ‘Ah, Atsumu must have said something that made him doubt himself in regard to your relationship.’ Ofcourse you know how much Kiyoomi loves you. You’ve been with him since high school and you are definitely aware of his language of love. You just wished that Kiyoomi can see in your point of view of how happy he made you. If there was a way for you to show your pov of his love to you, you would.

“Oh, Oomi” You softly cooed at him, taking his hand in yours as you led him to your vanity mirror. You let him sit at the stool where you usual sat when you get ready every morning. “What do you see Oomi?” One of your hands was on shoulders while the other was caressing his soft curls. He relaxed more under your touch, but his uncertainties only grew larger as both of you stared back at your reflection in the mirror.  

“Us?” He answered without much thought. “And look at my expression?” You asked again, smiling in the mirror as wide as you can to show him, hoping that he’ll get your message. “You’re smiling?” There were uncertainties in his voice, and you hated that. You hated that he doubts himself when it comes to loving you.  

“Yeah, I’m smiling." Your hand sneaked to tilt his head upwards to face you as you planted a soft kiss on his forehead once, “You want to know why I’m smiling?” He only hummed in response as your lips went towards the two moles kissing it softly as he closed his eyes, “Cause I’m with you.”  

Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough for Kiyoomi to lose his doubts. He kept thinking that you stayed with him just because you’ve become comfortable or was it that you had found comfort in his financial situation. He quickly shut out each ugly thought. He shouldn’t doubt you when you never really did anything for him to doubt for.  

    “Oomi!” You called out to him as he was more or else staring at the television rather than watching the news. You quickly switched the tv to the radio, as you held out your hands to him. He begrudgingly wondered what you were doing but still took your hand anyway. You positioned both his hand on your waist as yours went to his shoulders, swaying him from side to side, letting the music occupy the whole room.

“Tell me the things you love about me?” You whispered softly to him, your head resting on his chest but still slow dancing with him. “I think that it’s cool that somehow, you are fragile like glass. For that I can see through you.” He answered quizzically but you still urge him to continue. “More?” He let out incoherent noises of disapproving but still did as you said anyway.  

“Was that the wrong answer? Should I be more poetic?” He said but continued anyway, “I love that you somehow touch my soul? Like...this is embarrassing. You are not recording this or anything right?” You shook your head no, “Mm feeling down, I don’t like myself.” You lied. He sighs, “For you, I guess I’ll be an embarrassment. Like you are willing to permeate my ego and pride.”

“I love your mouth?” He pauses, “It somehow just says things that we both are afraid to say.” He continued, “I want you to love yourself like I love every inch of you. From my point of view, you’re perfect.” He ended it with a kiss on top of your head, resting them on yours.  

“See, Oomi.” You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you, “I want you to see things from my point of view too. I want you to know that you always make me feel love, and never once had I doubted whether you truly love me or not. So, see your love from my point of view too.” You smiled as he closed the gap between you two, kissing you. “Thank you,” He smiled.

[medea10]

My Review of Flowers of Evil

How did I get into this anime? Because Flowers of Evil is something no one says, “Oh I want to see that, this looks like a masterpiece”! Oh, I was well familiar with the rotoscope nightmare stories from this and hoped to God my randomizer wouldn’t curse me with watching Flowers of Evil. I was however intrigued to learn that there was a yandere in this anime that’s on Yuno Gasai AND Shion Sonozaki levels. But intrigue can only get me so far when you spend 13 episodes watching…

THIS!

No this is not an exaggeration. Everyone has this kind of cringe face throughout the entire anime series. Be afraid children.

So the story is about this guy named Takao Kasuga. He loves to read and he loves the class smarty-pants Nanako Saeki. He doesn’t just love her, he sees her as his muse and his Venus and all that bullshit. But this is an admiration from afar. Pretty sure Saeki doesn’t even know he exists! One day, Kasuga forgets his book in his classroom. And on the ground, he notices a gym bag that belongs to Saeki. Oh come on, he’s not gonna go down the perverted route and steal a girl’s gym…

So he steals Saeki’s gym uniform. And surprise, one person knew what happened. The class loner, Nakamura! She forces Kasuga to form a contract with her. It wasn’t written or anything, just verbal. However, that doesn’t stop Nakamura from forcing Kasuga to do whatever she wants. But does Nakamura really like Kasuga or is she just into torturing this shit-faced pervert?

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: You know, I’m too thrown off by the animation here that it has temporarily paralyzed me from catching voices or even giving a damn. I’m familiar with only two of the cast mates and the rest is literally my first time hearing it. Okay, I have one comment here. I often forget Mariya Ise could do some damn-ass scary characters like Nakamura. And when she does those murderous screams, forget about it! Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

*Kasuga is played by Shinichirou Ueda

*Saeki is played by Yoko Hikasa (known for Bea on Pokemon Journeys, Rias on High School DxD, Mio on K-ON!, Hina on Domestic Girlfriend, Kirigiri on Danganronpa, Frieda on Attack on Titan, and Diana on Little Witch Academia)

*Nakamura is played by Mariya Ise (known for Bonnie on Pokemon XY, Levy on Fairy Tail, Ray on The Promised Neverland, Stocking on Panty & Stocking, Mika on Durarara, Dorothy on Black Clover, and Yuuko on Yuri on Ice)

SHIPPING: Oh please, anime Gods, do not turn this into another School Days fiasco. I find myself praying for this a lot these days. But in this anime’s case, please do not go down that route!

So, it was clear from episode one that Kasuga had a crush on Saeki. But this got very perverted very fast when he stole her gym clothes and that lead to the contract with Nakamura. Now is Nakamura romantically invested in Kasuga or is she just a crazy bitch. Let’s chalk this up to a 50-50 split here.

It wasn’t until the fourth episode where Kasuga and Saeki actually spoke to each other. And one episode later, they go on a date and end up in a relationship. One has to wonder if Kasuga would have one day acted on his own and ask Saeki out. All of this happened because he was being forced by that psychopath Nakamura. She tortured this kid and forced him to do so many unethical things. Stripping him naked and putting Saeki’s uniform on him for one! Who does that? So would Kasuga have done these sporadic actions if Nakamura wasn’t in the picture? After he stole that uniform, anything is possible. Now here’s the crazy shit here, Saeki loves Kasuga and she doesn’t care that he stole her gym uniform and did fuck-knows-what with it. She’s mad that Kasuga hid it, but still loves him.

Girl, the fuck is wrong with you?! You must be some special kind of crazy!

By the end of this series, you do see a shift in Kasuga and who he wants to chase after. Saeki or Nakamura?! Let’s just say that during a running away scene, Kasuga was going to go home with Saeki until he saw Nakamura and he chases after her. That’s a pretty good sign that Kasuga has switched gears on who he likes. I won’t delve any further than that as the anime only gives us so much and the rest of this love turmoil between these three characters is covered only in the manga. Probably a sign I should read the manga!

LOOOOOONG NO DIALOGUE MOMENTS: Dude, I know you’re trying to set the mood for certain moments, but I think you can dial it back a bit. This complaint isn’t just what happened at the beginning of episode 9; it took forever to get the main gist of this story in the very first episode. I had no idea what the main premise of the story was until the last five minutes of the first episode when Kasuga stole Saeki’s gym uniform.

Now I’m not knocking serious moments where there is no dialogue between characters for a long period of time and we just watch the animation of them walking or doing something. Hell, Neon Genesis Evangelion had famous scenes like that. But the elevator scene didn’t last six fucking minutes. Neither did the scene where Shinji kills Kaowru. In episode 9, we watch Nakamura and Kasuga walking from the school to home and watch the whole walk after destroying the classroom. I guarantee you, you could leave this episode running, fix yourself a bowl of cereal and toast, eat it up, go to the bathroom to have a good yank, then finish it off with watching a Che Guevara documentary…and Nakamura and Kasuga would still be walking home! I’m exaggerating and I don’t care. I feel like being an asshole here.

OH DEAR GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!: Very rarely will I ever look at an opening or ending theme song in literal fear. In fact, the last one to be so morbid was with Attack on Titan’s second season ending. I mean, the imagery alone should tell you that this is full of spoilers and possessed by the devil itself. Now that I think about it, that’s still undefeated. But Flowers of Evil’s ending theme is a close fucking second. Have you heard this thing? It sounds like Bjork singing in Japanese, synthesized, while a cat walks on a keyboard and having a seizure at the same time. Thank God there are no actual visuals for this other than the flower featured on Kasuga’s book. I don’t think we can handle anymore animation from this nightmare fuel.

ENDING: The writing is on the wall!

And the floor, the ceiling…that classroom is just a fucking mess!

Kasuga’s one bad deed led to another and another in a domino effect. And instead of a little devil on his shoulder, he has a classmate that’s a sociopath. Kasuga has guilt about hiding so much from Saeki in this relationship and he wants to tell her everything he did. Nakamura says, “Nah, you’re going to write it all over the classroom and let the whole world know what a piece of shit you are”. Let’s just say Nakamura and Kasuga went overboard and completely destroyed their classroom. Kasuga gets a bit of a lucky break as the other vandalism covered up his name on the chalkboard confession. But two people have caught onto Kasuga’s crime, Saeki and Kasuga’s mother.

Saeki put two and two together when she noticed the ink smearing on the ground resembled the flower art work on Kasuga’s book “Flowers of Evil” and her stolen gym uniform was placed right there. As for Kasuga’s mother, she put two and two together when she heard what happened to his classroom and noticed Kasuga’s behavior and dirty clothes from the night of the crime. Won’t be long before everyone knows what Kasuga did.

What now, shit-face?

Run away with Nakamura to the next town. Yeah, why the fuck not?! Saeki ends up tracking them down and tried to convince them to come back and for Kasuga to be truthful. Saeki wants Kasuga and I almost want to say the same, except hanging around this psycho-bitch for a while has caused him to try to stop Nakamura from leaving. Having Saeki see Kasuga go after Nakamura isn’t really a good look! At this point, it really feels like his love for Saeki was nothing more than lust.

Dude, isn’t there a rule about not messing with crazy…like, don’t stick your dick in crazy?! This dude has got one crazy bitch on psycho-yandere levels and the other that’s about to turn into Kotonoha from School Days in about five seconds. Well, no one left town today as the police were called to look for Saeki because her parents are overprotective types and they take the other kids in.

We get a small time-leap of one month after the night in the police station. Nakamura’s been ignoring Kasuga and Kasuga ends his relationship with Saeki. Dude, stop trying to stick your dick in crazy! Kasuga tries to speak to Nakamura again and it fails. So he visits her at home and meets Nakamura’s father and grandmother. Then, he sneaks into her room and reads her private journal that talks about Kasuga a lot. Dude, you are stepping in uncharted territory! Drop the journal and get the fuck out before Nakamura comes home. So Nakamura comes in her room and finds shit-face reading her journal.

*sighs*

First, I would like to acknowledge that Mariya Ise has one hell of a throat to scream as much as this crazy bitch does. Second, the fuck did I just say, ya dumbass?! Here we get another chase scene between Kasuga and Nakamura. What follows is…I can’t place my thoughts on this. Weird imagery, out of place dialogue, and possible scenes of future stuff to happen! A rape scene involving Saeki, a festival, a hideout, a knife, and fire! Thanks for the cryptic message guys, really appreciate it! Either the anime ran out of money or they’re fucking with the audience. Kasuga says he wants to form a contract with Nakamura and that’s the end!

Hmm, this anime came out in 2013 and it is now 2021. All the buildup and no word on a sequel! We all know that sequel ain’t ever coming. You have a better chance of a continuation to Haruhi Suzumiya than you do with this hunk of shit.

Okay, maybe ‘hunk of shit’ is too mean. This wasn’t a terrible anime. It was weird as fuck, the animation leaves a bad impression, but overall it wasn’t that bad. Now the manga to Flowers of Evil is a favorite to many. Probably because the characters don’t look like a cringey meme and there aren’t so many awkward pauses with no dialogue. Unless there’s a whole volume of Flowers of Evil out there where we just look at pictures of Nakamura and Kasuga walking home where they don’t say a fucking thing! I am not letting that go! Charlie Brown movies didn’t go to that level you guys did!

I was interested with each passing episode to see what Nakamura was going to do next and what she was capable of. I couldn’t make out if she was going to be homicidal or suicidal or just impact psychological warfare on her prey. It was the latter for this series, but I heard of some attempted seppuku going down in the manga. I’d like to think maybe one day a different studio would pick up this series, but I seriously doubt it with the rotten reception this adaptation received. It was said that the director to the anime saw this more as a live-action series than an anime and that’s why we have the rotoscope animation. It wasn’t until 2019 that we got a live-action adaptation to Flowers of Evil. Not sure how people felt about that adaptation, but even I have a feeling that it was much better than the anime. Hell, a Netflix adaptation probably would have turned out a better product. It would be nice for this to get a reboot, different studio, different director, and smash everything that has the word ‘rotoscope’ on it

Yeah, if you can get over watching the animation, give it a watch. Episode one drags, but it picks up the second Nakamura confronts Kasuga.

If you would like to watch Flowers of Evil, Crunchyroll and Hidive have all 13 episodes available for streaming.

Okay, now that I’m finished with that sociopathic nightmare let’s pick another Sentai Filmworks anime.

HELL NO! I am not reviewing, “My Teacher Accidentally Made Me Horny”. That’s what I’m calling it and you should all do the same. NEXT!

Okay…I have no idea what the hell this anime is, but it looks harmless enough.

[somedayistoday]

day 25 : memorials

Today breakfast was amazing as always. Lots of bread and lots of Nutella. There’s something different about it that I can’t quite place.

I was really tired during class again. We went through two memorials and had a lot of lecture time but not as much as the day prior.

We went to the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe and The Memorial to Homosexuals persecuted under Nazism.

The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe was particularly interesting to see because it was something that we had talked about in our history class. It was made with slabs of concrete and sloping, uneven ground to make the interaction feel overwhelming, isolating and like you are being trapped in this empty sea of stone. Occasionally you would see someone as you were walking but because you couldn’t hear them coming, it would make me jump occasionally. It was meant to represent Hitler’s regime and how they would come in waves and it was suffocating. I looked it up just to make sure I didn’t miss any of the information there and I found some interesting things out. Apparently, the Jewish community feels that it is more for the Germans “Remembrance of the Holocaust becomes a negotiation between the historical records of the past and the political agenda of the present.” This happens a lot, people make memorials out of guilt but don’t consider if the memorial represents the victims. While our group was there, there were a lot of people taking selfies and purposely scaring their friends and I thought it was fairly disrespectful. Apparently later in the day there were also some Germans jumping around the top and scaring people and playing tag. It is really cool architecturally, jumping around would be fun but it’s not a concrete jungle gym, it’s a memorials of the many innocent lives taken during the Holocaust.

The second memorial, The Memorial to Homosexuals persecuted under Nazism, was a concrete slab with a small window for you to peer into and it showed a looping video of two men or two women kissing and behind them is the anti-homosexual propaganda. The stone stands apart from the nature around it but since the other monument is not that far away and it is also concrete it gives similar feelings. Something someone noticed in class was that it was concrete, therefore manmade and it was man killed by man and not by nature. It gave a reference to the accountability that the Germans have. A reason that this monument could have been tucked away was because homosexuals were one of the last groups to be persecuted and to be recognized as a “problem” and so it is not in plain sight.

We also talked about disenfranchised grief. A lot of people who have to hide who they love are also not allowed to grieve in a public and supported way. This also happened a lot during COVID because you couldn’t support someone in the way you normally would.

After all of that, we went to lunch and I ended up getting a delicious double chocolate muffin. I have been eating a lot more in Berlin than the other cities and craving chocolate a lot.

After that we had some difficulties with the trains. The one we needed to use to get back was not working so we had to try and use the underground one.

We also came across some stumble stones. They are little bricks of gold that have names of people that were taken in that location to Nazi camps. It’s a reminder and a memorial. Instead of ignoring the truth and the history, Berlin makes an attempt to acknowledge it.

When we got back, I was exhausted so I took a long nap. I have also been sleeping a lot more. I normally can’t nap but Greece turned me into a sleepy person.

When I woke up, I was extremely hungry. I went with some friends for some amazing pasta. It was overpriced but it was still good.

Then we spent the rest of the night talking and drinking and it was nice. There were a few times when I found myself sitting alone because people kept migrating but I’d just try and bounce around between people.

There are a lot of things now that I want once I go back home. It makes leaving a little easier I think.

I desperately need a haircut. Many of my hairs are splitting into four strands and it feels so dead. Someone on the trip told me that I had mermaid hair when she was drunk but it really made my night and I think about it a lot.

I also really want popcorn and to cook my own meals that I know I like. I love all the new foods but I’d like some stability with it all. I miss boring.