#you have to deal with the public. students. some weird guy who likes to scatter chicken remains around. other dog owners.school admin

[italiantea]

not gonna lie girls the dog club's internal communication is Abysmal

[dakotacrisis]

London Holiday

What would happen if Ladybug’s Miraculous Cure landed the train at the London station instead of setting it all the way back in Paris? AKA: Adrien gets to actually go on his freaking field trip! Complete with Adrinette fluff!

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“Miraculous Ladybug!” Ladybug thrust the helmet into the air. The ladybugs of her power went about fixing everything the akuma had caused. Mainly taking the train out of the middle of the Big Ben clock tower. Where the ladybugs deposited the three heroes though wasn’t the Paris station like they thought. They were now standing in the London station.

“Guess my powers wanted to save your class another train ride.” Ladybug joked.

Max de-transformed and handed the miraculous back to Ladybug. “It was an honor, Ladybug.”

“We couldn’t have done it without you.” She stowed the miraculous back in her yo-yo. “Bug out!”

And with that Ladybug was off and loose in London. Probably was gonna use the miraculous to get back to Paris out of sight of the public. It certainly would have been interesting seeing her swinging from the buildings to the shock of the Londoners. They weren’t exactly used to spotted super heroes running around.

Now that Adrien thought about it they probably freaked everyone out by shooting the train through Big Ben like a thread in a needle.

Max ran to find the others and Adrien discreetly snuck back on the train and de-transformed as well.

“Even miles away from Paris and Hawkmoth and we still had to deal with an akuma.” Plagg grumbled, “There truly is no rest for a superhero.”

“But we’re in London now so we have the rest of the day to relax.” Adrien reminded him. “I get to hang out with my friends and see Big Ben and you can sit in my bag eating camembert till you pass out.”

“Now that is a good vacation!” Plagg perked up.

With suspicion gone Adrien went to find his classmates. Everyone was grabbing their things from the overhead. “Adrien,” Nino saw him first, “Where’d you go? You weren’t at the back of the train.”

“Yeah, I got tossed into one of the bathrooms when Startrain was driving and got locked in.” Adrien shrugged.

“Well you are not going to believe who showed up to save the day while we were in space.” Nino raved about how Ladybug and Chat Noir seemingly appeared at of thin air to save the day.

His phone beeped alerting him that his father knew he snuck out to go on the field trip and demanding he return home at once. As far as he saw it he was already in London and there really wasn’t much his father could do about it. Unless he wanted to send the Gorilla on a two hour long train ride to drag Adrien back to the mansion.

“I’ll come straight home after my field trip. Don’t worry I am safe with my class.” Adrien sent the text and turned off his notifications. Rebellion felt good. Terrifying but good.

After Ms. Bustier made sure everyone was present and accounted for they headed into London. The class was busy gawking at the new sights and taking pictures as they made their way to Big Ben.

“Did you know that the clocktower itself is called the Elizabeth Tower.” Max informed the class, “Big Ben is actually the name of the bell inside the tower.”

“What?” Kim gaped, “Why do they call it Big Ben then?”

“Alliteration?” Alix suggested. “Easier to remember?”

“I don’t think it’ll matter anyways.” Alya sighed. “Big Ben is closed for tours.”

“What?” the entire class halted.

“Alya,” Ms. Bustier approached her, “Are you sure? We had a tour reserved.”

“It was the akuma. Even though Ladybug set everything right the citizens of London aren’t accustomed to the disturbances like we are so they closed down the entire Palace of Westminster while they make sure everything is stable.” Alya continued searching on her phone. “It says it should be reopened in a couple hours so we can always go then.”

“What are we gonna do till then? Hang around on the sidewalk?” the class hung their heads in disappointment.

Oh no. Adrien’s first field trip was not ending like this.

“Ms. Bustier,” Adrien raised his hand, “There are still plenty of other things to do in London. Museums, churches, parks, the London Eye. Why not go to one of those while we wait?”

“Excellent suggestion, Adrien,” Ms. Bustier said, “Okay class, change of plans. While we wait for Big Ben to reopen we’ll kill some time at some other London attractions. All in favor of museum?”

They went around raising their hands for different activities before deciding to visit the Kensington Gardens. It was free and would give the students time to look around, take some pictures, do a little souvenier shopping, and even visit the palace if they wanted to pay the small fee.

“It is decided, now if I can pull up some directions,” Ms. Bustier pulled out her phone.

“No need.” Adrien motioned for everyone to follow. “I know how to get there.”

“Are you sure?” Ms. Bustier asked.

“Know it like the back of my hand.” Adrien led the way for his classmates and in no time at all they were standing at the gate to the gardens.

“Adrien, how’d you know where you were going?” Marinette was at his side. “Did you visit here when you were here for the wedding?”

“Oh no. I wasn’t anywhere near Kensington.” Adrien said.

“Then how did you know?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

He fiddled with his ring for a moment embarrassed by the answer.

“Dude?” Nino clapped an arm on his shoulder.

“I played a lot of Assassin’s Creed Syndicate.” he mumbled under his breath, “The mapping on the game is pretty close to the actual layout.”

There was a faint snicker from the group but was quickly silenced.

“That’s amazing!” Marinette was the first to say something. “Remembering where to go just from walking around in a video game? That’s really impressive.”

“Oh, thanks,” Adrien didn’t feel so weird about it now.

The class split up into their own groups and went around to see the different statues and attractions of the park.

“Nino, Adrien,” Alya grabbed Nino’s hand, “You wanna walk around with Marinette and I?”

“Sure thing.”  the boys followed the girls around the parks stopping every once and a while to admire the scattered statues or memorials.

They were on route to the Italian Gardens when a note of music caught the groups ears. There was a band playing music to a moderate happily listening crowd. Marinette had trouble understanding what they were singing since it was in English but the music had a good jazzy swing to it.

“May I have this dance my good lady?” Nino made an exaggerated bow to Alya.

“Oh yes, my lord,” she exaggerated a curtsy back at him and took his hand as they started dancing to the song.

Adrien glanced at Marinette who was laughing at her friends and tapping her foot to the music. “Wanna dance?” He offered.

“Huh?” she startled, “Oh well, I uh,”

“I promise I won’t step on your toes.” he pulled her in. They watched the swinging, jumping, dance Alya and Nino were doing and tried their best to copy it.

After a minute Marinette started to loosen up and they jumped and circled around the park like a pair of fools. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Marinette asked with a teasing smile.

“Not a clue. You?”

“I think it’s a miracle I haven’t stepped on you yet.” she joked and they both laughed. Adrien gave her a spin that made her giggle.

By the end his heart was racing and Marinette was pink in the face. They applauded the band as they launched into another song.

“Hoo,” Alya and Nino came back up to them. There was a sheen of sweat on their foreheads. “All that dancing works up a thirst.”

“You do always have to go above and beyond.” Marinette rolled her eyes. “Was the lift necessary?”

“We did it, didn’t we?” Alya smiled in triumph.

“You mean before you lost balance and went tumbling to the ground?” Adrien smirked.

“Don’t be jealous,” Nino wrapped an arm around Alya. “You still want to head to the Italian Gardens?”

Alya pulled out her phone and checked the time. “We still have time. Big Ben still isn’t cleared.”

“These Londoners need to not be so worried.” Marinette said, “Ladybug set everything right.”

“Like we said before. They just aren’t used to it like we are.” Adrien answered.

“Back in Paris if an akuma hits and it’s on the other side of town I don’t even worry about it anymore unless it starts spreading.” Nino said, “I was at a cafe getting lunch and everyone continued on like normal then ten minutes later we watched the miraculous ladybug cure zipping around the rooftops a couple streets over.”

“Nino, I feel like maybe you should be a little more concerned when an akuma hits.” Adrien didn’t like the idea of his best friend sitting idle and unbothered while an actual villain was terrorizing the streets.

“I think Hawkmoth should stop akumatizing that pigeon guy but he does it anyway.”

“Mood.” Marinette sighed.

They walked to the Italian Gardens and spent some time looking around at the fountains. “Hey Adrien,” Marinette tapped his shoulder, “Do you..um...do you wanna take a totograph with me? I mean--photograph-- with me? In front of the fountain?”

“Okay,” he stepped closer towards her as she held out her phone to take a selfie. “Agh, my arms are too short to get the both of us.”

“Let me try,” Adrien took the phone and held it out, “I’m not doing so well either.”

“Hey guys,” Ivan and Mylene walked up to them, “Do you want us to take a picture of you?”

“Yes please,” Adrien handed Mylene the phone, “Thanks a bunch. I couldn’t get a good shot for some reason.”

“No problem.” she took a couple pictures of them before handing the phone back. “Hope they’re okay.”

“These are perfect, thanks, Mylene.” Marinette offered to take Ivan and Mylene’s photo too while they were at it.

Their phones beeped as a group message came through. Big Ben was open again!

The class reconvened to go see Big Ben. A lot of the usual tourists were still freaking out and refused to go inside despite the all clear so the class had no problem getting inside for their tour.

After the tour and a stop in the souvenier shop they departed for dinner before taking the train back home. Adrien wasn’t looking forward to the backlash his act of teenage rebellion was sure to bring but he could hardly care at the moment. He had an actual day out with his friends. He had fun and got to see some of the sights. The last time he was in London he had spent his entire free time looking for that medication Marinette asked him for. Still not sure why she needed him to find it but she seemed really distressed about it so he didn’t mind looking for her.

“I’m about ready to pass out,” Alya yawned as they loaded up back onto the train, “Adrien, I’m stealing Nino to use as a pillow. Hope that’s cool with you.”

“No problem. As long as Marinette doesn’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Marinette said as they took their seats again.

They started their journey back home and one by one the other students started to clock out for a nap after an exhausting day walking around London. Marinette was trying to stifle her yawns but they didn’t miss Adrien who was yawning along too.

“Do you need to sleep?” Adrien whispered so not to disturb the others.

“Yeah but I can wait,” she yawned again, “I’d feel bad if I slumped over and fell asleep on you.”

“I don’t mind.” he opened his bag and pulled out a blanket he had neatly folded inside. “That’s why I brought this.” He draped it over their legs. “Go on and sleep.”

“Thanks,” she smiled before resting her head on his shoulder like before.

“Goodnight, Adrien,” her voice was sleepy and only half awake before she slipped into her slumber.

“Sweet dreams, Marinette,” Adrien said as he rested his own head against hers and fell asleep.

What a great field trip.

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My Royal Punishment (A ChanSoo Fic)

Yo guys! Chansoo Princess here. This is my first time to post my stories here on Tumblr. I would like to expand and improve my writing skills and to of course share it to all of you > u <. I have already been making this story since 2016, but this will by my first time to post it here since I will get back on track and update my stories on Asian Fanfics as well. You can my stories on this site below:

http://www.asianfanfics.com/profile/view_author_stories/1049169/L

Again, I hope you’ll enjpy this story. Read away ~!!

Prologue:

Hi, I am Do Kyungsoo.

An average medical student who is in his second year in college.

By means of average, I am not that average anymore.

You see, I am Do Kyungsoo.

The Crowned Prince's Fiancé.

And soon to be husband.

How did that happen? I ran into it.

I made a crime. And that was sneaking into the Prince's space.

And my punishment? Was to marry him.

There and then.

Chapter One:

Kyungsoo POV: 

All I just wanted was a normal, very normal morning when something very nice happened to me. I never meant it to happen nor do I want it to happen but well, it did. 

IT REALLY DID.

THIS IS NICE. SO NICE. 

Can I die now? 

"Kyungsoo. . ." his voice was deep, raspy and above all sickening, calling out to me as if we were best friends, shaking his hands in front of my face as if I haven't heard. 

"Yeah, yeah, I heard. You don't need to repeat it. . . you twat", I whispered the last part as I shoved his large, dirty hand away from my face.

"So it is settled then, we will have to make the preparations for tomorrow", my mom happily said, making a silent clap as she looked at me and him. I just lazily rolled my eyes as I looked away, leaning my head at the palm of my hand. 

"This will bring honor to both our families, and I assure you the public will accept him as part of the Crowned Family", Another deep and raspy voice came into the background, although it wasn't that annoying as the first one, his tone was calm and kind, at the same time delighted that this day had to come. 

I just wished this day never happened or had to come at all. Gosh, Kyungsoo, just accept it. 

"Are you happy to accept this, Kyungie?" Dad's voice was still sore from the intense coughing a minute or so earlier, I just hope he drank the maintenance drugs that he was supposed to drink for today. I looked at him with worried eyes, making a faint smile together with a small nod. 

If it wasn't for Appa, I swear I would want to run away from this right now, run so far away from here where no one would find me. I don't want any of this. I never wanted it. 

But I have to. 

"Then it's settled then, we shall prepare the rites and the event soon, we will inform the media as soon as possible. . ." A gentle voice said, her eyes filled with wisdom and kindness, the King's wife surely is a woman of her age, as she looked at me with crescent eyes, seeing the genuine happiness that was sincere. 

How I wish I could be that happy. I wish I could feel happy about this, but if you were in my place, who the hell would? 

". . . And Kyungsoo", she added as her crescent eyes faded, showing me her elegant brown eyes that showered me with worry and sympathy. I guess she knew what I was feeling right about now, but she still kept the smile on her face intact. 

"Yes, Your Highness?" 

"If there is anything you want to tell me or my husband, please don't hesitate to do so, we are going to be your family soon, so if there is anything you need, we'll always be here for you." 

On top of that, what was I thinking. I guess she just thinks I feel nervous. Okay, I was kinda wrong when I said she sympathizes 'cause like I don't even know if she had a clue that I was kinda 'forced' into this --snap that get back to reality.

I looked at her as she held on to the King's hand tightly, making the latter respond at the action as well. They both looked at each other for a quick moment then returned their gazes at me with warm smiles. They were being true to their word, and I probably felt welcomed at the words that she said. 

But you know the part where it feels like you want to accept it, but then at the same time you don't want to because of some parasite that probably took you into this kind of situation, and because of its unappreciated characteristics, you probably couldn't even run away and you just have to get attached to it with no other options, and maybe would make you its host for the rest of your fucking life. 

Probably even when you sleep, it will stick in the pits of your dreams.

And that parasite goes by the name of Park Chanyeol.

The Park Chanyeol.

The 'soon-to-be' Crowned Prince of who knows what --- of Korea.

How did I even get into this situation? Probably what happened the day before in school was definitely an accessory to this crime that I wasn't supposed to be sentenced guilty since I was all the while so INNOCENT. 

- Flashback -

May 20 -- the day where spring has bloomed and it was probably another beginning of a new semester. It was actually the 3rd week of school and everyone was on a rush today since there were some who had to reach deadlines for make-up projects that they haven't finished on the last semester. Lucky them, they were given a chance. 

It was afternoon. And we just had our dismissal.

I, Do Kyungsoo, your average, black-haired, short height, quiet all the time guy, wearing the same old black blazer, white polo with a green and yellow striped tie, and the logo on the left chest pocket uniform and some brown slacks, is actually a medical student in this presitgious institution. A doctor-to-be, as some would say and I am practically one of the normal, not-so-noticed ones in school. I am now in my second year and still struggling to know why you don't use most of your muscles when you smile.

Because, I don't smile that often. 

"Kyung-ah, can you ever surpass this day without looking like someone who's gonna eat me alive", my best friend and forever a sassy, talkative type of an annoyance, Byun Baekhyun. Dramatic, as I would describe, sitting in front of me making the most disgusting puppy faces as I gave him a boring glare. 

"Are we done with the trying hard to be a sick pup thing? 'Cause I am not gonna need one of those for the next hour" I rolled my eyes as I laid my head on my arms that were lying helplessly on my table. 

"You are no fun, Kyung, I swear. But I still love you though." He smiled at me, teeth white and glistening as he stood up from his seat and gave me a kiss in the forehead. 

It wasn't as if guys being touchy and giving out all the love with kisses and hugs were awkward for me, no it wasn't. I grew up to that kind of thing, where you can just drape your arms around them and hugging them like there's no tomorrow, no one will think of it as some kind of sexual or romantic thing. It's practically normal in this society to have guys to even hold hands while walking around the mall, be them a couple or a best friend it was fine, no one will judge you. They accept you nevertheless.

Baekhyun was always the clingy type, ever since we were kids, he always likes pushing all his scents and what not to me, hugging me, cuddling and everything that deals with skin interaction like he is some kind of koala who wants to always stick behind his mother's back. 

"By the way, have you heard? The Prince is going to be crowned soon, but he has to look for someone to get married to before he can claim his crown as the Crowned Prince", the beagle said, and there I grunted as I looked up to Baekhyun, eventually he was staring at the ceiling with sparkling eyes as if the Prince was actually there. 

"So?" 

"That means he has to find the love of his life as soon as possible." 

"I thought his mom and dad would be the one to choose whom he has to marry?"

"That's the usual setting, but rumors said that the reason why the Prince chose to school in this University is because he had the privilege to choose the candidate here~!!!" Baekhyun sing-songed as he made weird shaking gestures with his hands excitedly.

"Ahhh. Okay. So has he chosen anyone?" I asked as I rolled my eyes, making my tone sound like it was in between sarcasm with a tad bit effort to sound like I was interested just to not to hurt his feelings, because to be honestly speaking, my best friend, is one of the few, no wait scratch that -- one of the many people who are so into the Prince in this school. 

Ever since the Prince came here everyone was all trying their best to get his attention and to their dismay, all they get were cold stares and emotionless nods. I don't even know how many people he had rejected and made them cry after confessing.

Although I would totally understand that he is not allowed to show emotions and weakness in public, since he is the Prince and he has to act like royalty all the time.

Tough for a guy, I would say. I would have been a better Prince if I was to be in his place. 

"Rumors had it crazy!!! Everyone around said that he has already found his match!!!", he squealed excitedly as he made cute faces in front of me. 

"And you are hoping that it's you?" I chuckled lightly, as my best friend soon showed a tinge of pink on his cheeks, pondering at the question that I told him. 

"W-well, yeah of course, it's not bad to hope right?" Baekhyun replied as he poked his fingers together. 

It was kinda cute of him to actually act all girly and chomped up like a tomato whenever we talk about the Prince. Ever since he came, Baekhyun was like a headline newscaster of the happenings in the life of the Prince. Ever since we were kids, he already had a huge crush at the latter, and eventually had pictures and posters posted and scattered around his room if you would see it. 

And eventually, there has always been a glint of sparkle in his eyes whenever he talks about it, it's not just any other spark of some kind like that of an obsessed fan or of a hopeless romantic crush thing, it was something else -- something even more than that. 

Or should I have to say it for myself in my own opinion, he is madly in love with the Prince. I know love is somewhat a very big feeling that not everyone can experience everyday, but that's just how I see Baekhyun and his dreams to be with the Prince, and even his hopes of reaching them.

I, for one, hasn't even wondered why I never felt that kind of love. Up until now, but that doesn't matter to me right now since all I want is to be a doctor who can actually help a lot of people. 

Eventually, help my Appa too.

"Yah? From Earth to Kyung, are you listening to me?" Baek shook my shoulders lightly as I realized that I was just staring blankly at my folded arms on the table, taking note to myself that I was thinking deeply again.

"Ugh yeah, I was listening, so uhm, by the way, I need to go now. I have to buy my dad's medicine." I stood from my seat as I hooked my bag onto my back, making Baekhyun stand up as well as he placed a hand on my right shoulder giving it a small pat.

"I hope your Appa will recover soon, I kinda miss visiting your house, I mind as well sleepover for the weekend" he gave me a gentle smile as I gave his hand a pat, slowly putting it away. 

"Thanks Byun", was the last thing I told him before I walked away and exited the classroom. But before I had to go further, I stopped for a while as I looked back at him.

"Aren't you gonna go home?"

"I'll wait for my mom to arrive, she says she's gonna fetch me since we'll be having dinner out tonight" he smiled widely, as I gave him a nod and a small smile in reply.

"Enjoy dinner then, I'll see you tomorrow!" Without waiting for a response, I waved at him and soon pranced away from the classroom. When I knew I was at a far distance, I stopped prancing and began to just walk slowly on the corridors of the school.

Most of the classrooms still had students sitting around and happily talking about what has happened for the day, some transfers from the other section just to happily greet their best friends that they haven't seen for quite some time. While I am here, blankly walking and still at the thought of my father who is ill right now, heart failure isn't actually a joke, and it has already been a chronic disease for him ever since.

I just seriously was staring on the floor tiles as I stepped on them, walking past every classroom or office, probably I never actually knew where I was going, and I do hope I was heading off to the exit. 

Maybe this is the reason why I don't know how to smile anymore. . .

I stopped on my tracks for a little while, as my brows furrowed at the thought that I still have three more years before I could finally take the medical exams and have my career as a doctor, but right now, all I have that is of me, is to actually work part-time at a near coffee shop just to pay for all the daily expenses, and eventually for my father's medicine. 

If you think I am a son born on and bred from a golden spoon, then that's where you're wrong. I wasn't. I am a scholar of this prestigious University, bless my knowledge and IQ, mostly rich kids dominated the campus, actually. I have always made sure that my grades were of the highest among all, to at least make my parents proud at the end of the day. The struggle is hard, and I have to always give out extra effort since Appa isn't able to work anymore ---

'But why can't you at least have me?' 

Wait, I can't have you? But I never said anything like tha --- 

'Why can't you marry me instead?' 

Oh. 

I shook my head as I looked through my surroundings to see where I lost trail now. There I realized I was already at the far end of the building, where the fire exit was in front of my sight, and two empty classrooms on my right. 

Where could that voice come from? 

After a few look at the corners and corridors, I heard muffled sobs on the second to the last classroom, where the door was half open. The sobs turned a little louder as I kind of processed that it was actually a voice of a crying girl. 

Out of my uncontrollable curiosity, I walked rather slowly, trying not to make any footstep sounds and I went toward the half open door, to take a peek of what was going on. I slowly moved my head sideways so that my left eye could have at least a sight of what the hell made some school girl cry in this time of the day. 

And there I saw her, sitting on top of the right edge of the teacher's table, as her light brown hair flowed down on her shoulders, slouching as she was giving out small hiccups, still crying, as she covered her face with both her hands. I bet she was beautiful, judging by the way she dresses her uniform and probably one of the fortunate ones.

I squint my eyes a little to see if she was the only one crying when I immediately saw a shadow walking towards the crying girl. I watched silently as the figure slowly stood into view, standing in front of her, hands on his pockets, facing her with the most distasteful look that I have ever seen in my entire existence. 

And by the gold emblem with the national flower etched on it, I knew there and then who that person was.

The Prince. 

Oh this is just great, he made another girl cry. Just really. Wow. How consistent. 

I rolled my eyes at the scene, as I just realized how fucking stupid he was, since he never actually comforted her nor even at least gave her a handkerchief, he just blatantly stood there with eyes that looks as if he was gonna eat the girl alive there and then.

Wait, was that supposed to be how people would describe me? 

My brow eventually raised as I was battling at the thought of actually just walking away right now like nothing happened and go home or watch this uninteresting drama that was taking place before my eyes.

"You know I can't. . ." I looked up from my 'staring on the floor thinking' as I heard a deep voice echo around the classroom. 

"You know I cannot just choose you, you're an elite I know, and even though my parents would agree to it, I still won't choose you. . ." his tone was cold, you couldn't even guess if it was a sad one or none at all, because he sounds exactly like me when I get so pissed at people -- monotonous.

The girl looked up to the Prince, her hands laid down on her lap as she stopped her sobbing, her eyes were astonishingly beautiful despite the tears in her eyes, with her long hair, having little curls at the end were beautifully laced down on her shoulders, with thin lips that seemed too perfect for me. In fact she was, for the least, beautiful.

The Prince looked away and was about to walk away, when she gripped him by the arm, making him go to a stop.

"Why Chanyeol? Why can't you learn to love me? We have had so much together, why can't it be just the two of us?" Her voice was hoarse, probably from the crying that she was in prior, as I saw her looking up into the Prince in a desperate manner. 

Ahh, his name's Chanyeol. What a happy name for an emotionless fellow.

He wasn't looking at her, he was just plainly looking at the tiled floor, standing there like a statue, as he gave out a sigh, sparing the girl a glance.

"Because, I don't love you. You are like a sister to me and I can never look at you that way." That stare, I swear when he looks at her it's like he is gonna suck the life out of her. His eyes doesn't even have life, it's like pitched black with no shine. 

"BUT I LOVE YOU CHANYEOL!!! PLEASE LET ME LOVE YOU. . ." she sobbed even hard as she tugged in the sleeve of the Prince, crying ever so desperately, as she gripped on the Prince's arm tighter. 

The Prince, being a persistent lad, pulled his arm away in just a swift move, the girl jerked a little and continued on to crying as the Prince just stood there looking away from the girl as he slowly walked to the exit.

Wait, did I just say exit? 

Oh fuck. 

The Prince stopped on his steps as he just looked straight at the exit. There I actually realized I was still there, standing and in constant wide eye as I locked gazes with him. My heartbeat tunes up a little as it sped up a notch, feeling a churn on my stomach as I felt uneasy and frozen. 

"You. . ." he said in a very faint tone.

I don't know if the girl had cleaned her ears ever so often because like she immediately raised her head from crying and stared exactly where the Prince was staring --- at me.

Am I supposed to actually scramble and run now? Why am I still stuck here like a sweaty frozen ice cube? If that was possible. 

I was supposed to move right now, but I couldn't understand why I had this instinct of just standing there and staring at him with fear. I just really stood there silent. My body wasn't even shaking. I was anxious but at the same time I wasn't. 

I actually don't know anymore.

"You. . ." I heard from him again as he walked a little faster towards my direction. 

Okay that's it. Heart racing. Mind-blowing. I got to go.

I abruptly looked away from the scene as I just ran away before the Prince could have actually reached the door to hold onto it, as I heard the door swiftly creak open, and guessing he actually opened it wide, after a few seconds, I then heard large footsteps pattering fast. 

I took a little glance from behind as I realized the Prince was chasing me.

Oh fuck, he is chasing me. Great. Was sneaking into his drama a crime now? Am I gonna die today? Oh well nice one, Kyungsoo.

My eyes widened at the sight as I saw that he was just inches far away from me as I heightened my speed a little running through a swarm of people as I was hoping to reach the locker space. 

"Come back here?!" He exclaimed, people were now staring at me and I can hear constant hisses which wete actually whispers as I have finally reached the locker space where there were a bunch of students walking and standing around. Seeing that his footsteps were now getting fainter by the minute, I felt a little calmer for the least.

News flash: Do Kyungsoo being now a fucking criminal for sneaking at the Prince's space. The school paper will be wrecked.

I was gonna earn a little smile at the victory of not getting captured when I felt a grip of a large hand on my arm as it slowed me down to my steps, and eventually stopped me from running. I was supposed to trip down flat on my stomach at the sudden stop, but then the pair of large hands were now gripping on both of my shoulders securely, as it shifted me to fall back on the body that was behind me. I looked back and practically had to raise my head to see his face.

I never knew he was THIS tall up-close. I feel like a midget right now. I swear. 

I looked up at the Prince and saw no signs of anger nor being pissed off. It was the same pitched black, emotionless expression as he locked gazes at me. He then helped me up my balance as his large pair of hands rotated my body to face him.

"You shouldn't run away like that or you'll slip, the floor is kinda slippery don't make me chase you like that again. . ." he said to me as he gripped my shoulders tighter, enough for me to muffle a groan as my brows furrowed at what he just said. 

What the fuck is he talking about? 

Students gathered around and stared at us as if it was some kind of entertainment as I heard a few gossips and whispers yet again, I looked down to my pair of shoes as I have no idea what was going on or where to even look at.

"It's okay, I am sorry, I won't do it again. . ." was the last thing I ever heard from him, I was shockingly dragged up close to him as his arms were actually now wrapped around my entire body frame. 

I heard a mouthful of gasps as the Prince did this. I couldn't understand what was going on or what he was actually trying to do.

"W-what are y-you trying to p-prove?" I asked him in a faint whisper, taking on the advantage of the fact that I was close to the side of his face. I stuttered a bit, feeling even more nervous than I was before.

"Just go with it, and don't say anything", the vibrations of his deep voice on my ear soon sent shivers down my spine, as I unconsciously let out a faint muffled moan. It was a tad bit nice to feel, and I couldn't help but give in to it. 

"Chanyeol. . ." a female voice was then heard as pitter-patters of small footsteps also came to a stop. The Prince put me down as I moved to face at the entrance of the locker space. 

It was the girl from before. 

Her brown eyes were probably filled with confusion and sadness right now, giving the fact that she doesn't understand what was going on, she gave me a glance but it was more of an angry gaze before she could make a huff and look back at the Prince. 

Don't worry, I don't even understand a thing or two either. I swear I was so out of this minutes ago.

"Who is he?" After she generated her curiosity to ask so, everyone on the locker space went all silent. The chatter lowered down and not even a hum of a voice was heard, I looked into the my right to see people staring at me with questionable eyes and looking back at the girl with the same stare. After examining a few more times, I then noticed a short guy from behind a senior female wearing a pony tail, he was between one of my guy classmates and probably a freshman based on the red tie that he was wearing. 

Judging by the dark brown brushed up hair, and a sharp chin, I then recognized him as my one and only best friend, Byun Baekhyun.

I looked at him with confused eyes as he shot me with the same as well, his brows furrowed as he made a pout at his mouth, pointing out and telling me why was I with the Prince. My nose crunched as I gave him a small shrug, telling him that I have no idea at all.

But what made me feel kinda hurt was that he just then lowered his gaze on me showing a worried and a sad expression, and just gave out a slight nod as if he was half-heartedly accepting my explanation. I know he has something about the Prince, but why can't he trust this one explanation his best friend is telling him.

Wow. My heart cracked a fourth.

I decided to look away and instead focus more on the situation at hand, I looked back at the Prince who was still staring blankly at the girl. The girl seems to have stabilized her breathing from running, and I just went on giving a relieved sigh, looking at the floor where sunlight was hitting on.

"Chanyeol, please answer me. . . who is he?" The girl asked again, now her tone wasn't calm anymore, it was more forceful, demanding the least. I couldn't have the guts to look at anyone and all I did was make fists with my hands every now and then just to soothe my anxiousness. 

"He's mine. . ." deep voice rang, I couldn't understand why I suddenly felt a pang of shock, my eyes were just fixated on the ground and I was struggling to pay such attention to what the Prince had just said. I didn't hear much of what he said since his voice was even lower to mumbling something.

"He is what Chanyeol?!" The girl was now angry, her voice rose up a note as she demanded to hear Chanyeol's answer once more. I looked up to him with widened eyes, as if I could make it even wider, he was sparing a glance at the girl one last time before looking straight to me in the eye. 

Why does his eyes spark so remarkably now?

"I said. . ." he replied a little louder for everyone to actually hear, he looked up to spare everyone a glance, and at unexpectedly gave out a gentle yet meaningful smile to everyone before he fixated his gaze back at me, now giving me a more genuine smile, as I saw his teeth appear from his mouth.

He is so majestic. . . his smile. . . just so. . . perfect, he is so ---

". . . He is mine."

I was cut off by my thoughts that were musing over him as I felt a sudden pair of lips on my plumpy, chapped ones. 

Wait. . . WHAT?!!!!!

My eyes inhumanely grew wider at the realization as reality hit me so hard in the head. Large arms holding me in each side of my shoulders as it softly and securely held me in place, faces close, his eyes closed and ---

His lips were on mine. 

He kissed me. 

He kissed me. In front of everyone. 

He kissed me. In front of everyone. In front of Baekhyun.

He kissed me. In front of everyone. In front of Baekhyun. In front of the girl.

. . . dear sweet heavens, take me now. 

I was in total paralysis, I didn't lean in to the kiss nor did I respond, my body, mind and soul were now in total malfunction - scratch that, total black out of what just actually happened. I can hear small gasps and there were some that were sounds of happiness as I stood there, frozen to everything and every thought that was processed in my head very slowly. 

Oh dear, when was the last time my heart beat was this loud? 

A few more seconds and he broke away, leaving me just staring at who knows where as he rotated my body to let me face everyone on the locker space.

"Everyone, I would like all of you to know that I have already chosen the person to marry. . ." his voice was now more dominant, 'prince-ly' if you would ask me, as he pulled me closed to his side, squeezing me in, as his hands were draped around my shoulders. 

I just plainly stared on the shoes of my classmates, they are far more interesting now that I realized it.

"This, pretty boy here, is going to be my fiancé." 

OH NO.

OH HELL NO.

OH HELL THE HEAVENS OF THE EARTH NO.

My mouth was now in agape, as I looked up to him, he wasn't looking back at me now, and he was more focused on the announcement at hand. I went back to looking at the floor, with an even lower head down -- I didn't know when was the last time my body moves were this limited, but hell I just felt like a statue who just cannot move and run anymore.

"We are gonna get married as soon as possible right? Kyungsoo?" He gave my shoulder a pat as he tried to trudge my body back to reality.

HOW DID HE KNOW MY NAME?!

HOW DID HE --- 

"A-augh. . . uhm. . . y-yeah. . ." I gave out a senseless nod as he squeezed his arms warmly on my shoulder, silently telling me that what I did was a very good job.

Then I heard small claps that echoed, from one clap it came down to a many, and as those made me a calm again, I had the chance to at least have the strength to look up. Everyone was nodding in agreement with smiles on their faces, some shouting a little congratulations at the given announcement.

I looked back to only see the girl now giving the Prince a mad glare before she stormed out of the locker space. I faced back to the front only ro realize that there was also one person that was actually missing from the crowd. 

Byun Baekhyun.

I don't know what I was supposed to feel anymore, but there was only one thing that I had in mind, was to explain the whole thing to Baekhyun. He knows I never lie and I never kept any secrets, but this one thing, especially the fact that this idiotic Prince has announced that we are getting engaged is clearly one of the things I need to tell, before he breaks loose and we lose each other entirely.

I don't care if he stabs me, as long as I tell him the truth.

A few more minutes, people were shaking the Prince's hand, giving their blessing and greetings, and slowly everyone exited the locker space. After a few more of the seconds counted, no one was found on the corridors, and it was only me and the Prince left around. 

"We'll talk about the arrangements tomorrow, and don't worry, I will let my drivers drive you home from now on" his tone went back to its original monotonous state, as he walked away from my side, slowly towards the exit of the locker space. I looked back at him a now deadly glare, I knew I was gonna be pissed the moment he did that scene, and I couldn't hide it any longer.

"That was it? That was it?! What do you think you're doing?"

His steps stopped for a moment, looking back at me as he walked back to where I was, his face was close to mine as he gave out the most disgusting scoff that I have ever heard. 

"You think it was a joke? I am marrying you. I don't just make a scene and take it as play pretend, wouldn't I?"

"Just because that girl of yours was so consistent on insisting you to marry her, doesn't mean you have to drag other people in it." If he thinks he was the only one who could let out that monotonous tone, then he was entirely wrong about that. I looked up at him straight in the eye, as I made sure to pierce my sight inside his eye sockets.

He chuckled, it wasn't a dark one, but was more of a playful tone, his breath be felt on my entire face, hot and all the while soothing and at the same time poisonous to the touch.

"I am sorry. . . but I am the Prince, and what I say is what I do, and what I tell you is what you intend to do. . ." He smiled, although he lowered his gaze, it didn't seem like a confident one, it was much more like a saddened or miserable kind of smile, though I couldn't really pinpoint where and what. 

It's like as if he didn't intend to say those words, but he painstakingly had to say it in front of my face because ---

Maybe because he was the Prince.

The furrows and the creases on softened I felt that his apology prior to his royal explanation was sincere, and he just had to add it up since he needed to impale a pang of fear on me.

We stood there for a little moment of awkward silence before he gave out a sigh and backed out on me. How rude. 

"Anyways, I shall send word to my parents, and tomorrow they shall visit your house, if you have any questions, better save for another time we can meet alone, I don't have much time for you right now, I have more important things than yours." 

Wow. Wow. Important my ass. You dragged me into this and now I am just a thrown subject?! Wow. Excellent motherfucker we have here.

His blank tone irritates me so much I want to slit his throat fresh and open. He soon walked out of the locker space, leaving me confused, mad and all the equal -- miserable.

I hate him so much. So much for the sincere damn apology the hell he is such a stone-hearted bastard.

- End of Flashback -

And so that was basically how I got into this mess, fortunate enough, as he promised that day, his driver took me home and my mom had to jump out of the house since they have already heard the news in such a flash. My Appa was delighted which at least made me happy. 

And after that day, I am right here, sitting in the dining room and making plans with the Royal family and mine, on what is supposed to happen to me tomorrow as not the 'not so noticed normal student' anymore.

But more so evidently as Do Kyungsoo --- 

The Crowned Prince's 'forced-to-be' fiancé. 

Now, how am I ever gonna get through this day without swallowing everyone to the black hole? 

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[proxylynn]

Dreemurr Academy #9 (FellSwap Sans)

Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds. This includes myself, though I'm sort of an in-between. I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball. That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around. To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion. Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple. The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy. Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't. Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority, and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of. Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and whose grades are earned with doom hanging over your head. The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a toothpick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher. The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old-fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feels need to be taken down a notch. Such things take their toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps on his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades. The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bullying of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students. The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be crueler in the humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is an easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears. The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone. Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl. I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim. I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the company of guys. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes. Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker, but secretly very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance. Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet. Papy is easily the most lovable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a lovable soul. Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough. All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them. Today is a typical day. Classes have been their typical medium level of difficulty, nothing special really. Yet the final bell has chimed and I'm still in school. No, I don't have detention, that's not a thing in college. Study hall then? Nope, I'm not there either, though I should later so as to be ready for next week's exams. No, I'm surprisingly in the gymnasium and working out. Years of shitty public school that don't care about your health or education have left my body in need of as much exercise as can get. At first, I didn't think I was in that bad of shape, then I tried doing a pull-up on day one and couldn't even get my head near that damn bar after ten minutes of hanging there like a poster cat. That's when I decided to fix that because frankly, it makes me feel pathetic. Now I do anything I can that I see as a better alternative. Need to go somewhere? I walk or bike. Got to get to a higher floor? Stair climb that bitch! You see where I'm going with this. Luckily, I also have help from a kind of personal trainer. When I first entered his class, Professor/Coach Pain was less than thrilled about me. If I recall correctly, after I got winded running a couple laps he said I was a 'redundant horse'. Meaning, the will is there to work but lacking the ability to do anything, much like if a racehorse had only three legs. While this did hurt, I used it as motivation. I was relentless in showing him that I was determined to not give up, no matter how many colorful insults he used to break me. This earned me his respect and with that, we were able to make a little deal. He'd agree to train me after hours as long as I clean up the gym. Needless to say, we've been doing this for about two years now and he sees me as a proud pet project. "KEEP IT UP! YOU'RE DOING GREAT." "Yes, sir." "DON'T SLOW DOWN!" "I'm not trying." "COME ON, YOU WEAK PILE OF SHIT! I SAID TWO HUNDRED PUSHUPS, NOT ONE FIFTY!" "I'm doing it! *sharp gasp* Get off my back!" "DON'T BACK SASS ME! IF I WANT EXCUSES, I'LL GO TELL PAPYRUS TO PICK UP HIS FUCKING SOCKS!" "Argh! No, I mean literally, get off my back! *wincing* I think something snapped!" Normally I meet his demands, even when he adds himself to my weight set, but not today. He gets off me and I drop with a sharp groan. "OKAY, WIMP. WHERE'S THE DAMAGE AT?" "The lower back. Just above the dip of the coccyx." He feels under my tank top along my back and I jolt at the sudden pain that hits when he applies some pressure. "*sigh* YEAH, YOU PULLED SOMETHING. FEELS LIKE A LIGAMENT TO ME. HAVE YOU BEEN LIFTING ANYTHING HEAVY LATELY?" "I helped a new student move into my building. They didn't have much, but the few things they had were crammed with stuff that didn't seem heavy." "YOU IDIOT. WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO PUSH YOURSELF LIKE THAT? BECAUSE I KNOW I DIDN'T." "You know me. I don't back down just because something's hard." He just shakes his head in disappointment. "YOU CAN BE SUCH A DUMBASS, YOU KNOW THAT?" "I've been called worse." "SEEMS THIS PART OF TRAINING IS DONE FOR NOW. CAN YOU MOVE AT ALL?" "I should be okay in a bit..." I roll myself over so I'm flat on my back. "Just let that part relax before we go hardcore again." "*scoff* YOU HUMANS HAVE SUCH PITIFUL BODIES. IT AMAZES ME THAT YOU DON'T ALL BREAK LIKE FINE CHINA." "No argument there, sir. *weak sigh* I envy you." To that, he looks at me funny. "HOW SO?" "You're a magic skeleton. You don't need muscles to move. Tendons to hold you together. Fat to make energy. Skin to shield your form. You are pure, bare bones. You boggle my mind with how you work from an evolutionary standpoint, but then again, that doesn't really matter. You're perfect." That floors him and at the same time strokes his ego. "WELL, THAT IS TRUE. A BODY AS PERFECT AS MINE IS A BLESSING TO BEGIN WITH. BUT WHY STOP THERE? *flexing* TRAINING HAS ONLY INCREASED MY VALUE. *pose* THESE BONES HOLD MORE POWER THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE." I smirk. "I don't know. My imagination is mighty limitless." I slowly try sitting up, inching ever so gently into a normal 90° angle with a few weak winces. "ANY BETTER?" "Still sore. But still good enough to keep going." "DON'T PUSH IT. PUT ENOUGH STRESS ON THAT THING AND YOU'LL BE IN A SLING FOR AGES." "I meant swimming. It's how we always end things and it's easier on the body. Less gravity in water with added mobility." "KILLER IDEA. NOW, DO YOU NEED ANY HELP?" "Nah, I can make it to the pool. And if I can't, I can always crawl or roll." "...GOOD TO KNOW." Normally I'd swim in my swimsuit, but with my current back issue, moving around like that to change would be a stupid thing to do. So in light of not wanting to fuck my back up and go to the hospital, I'm swimming in my gym clothes. Rolling is not a preferred option, just a last resort, but I am able to crawl my way over to the pool. Though I do feel a bit weird because I can sense Pain watching me as I do so. I'm used to him watching me, but this...This feels different as I slide into the lukewarm water. Ah, the water. It's my home away from home. As weak as I was on land, once in the water there was no match. Sure, I'm not the top swimmer. These monster girls named Undyne and monster boys named Aaron, most of them make up the swim team, but I like to think I'm okay by comparison. I can move like melted butter in a hot skillet. And he knows it too. Once I'm in the pool that 'redundant horse' turns into a 'seamless otter'. I know, he's not the most creative in metaphorical animal comparisons, but they make sense anyway. Pool training consists of his more intense training. The endurance workouts are based on time instead of distance. The speed workouts include 50-yard swims for sprint and Olympic, and 100-yard swims for longer distance training. And the technique workouts help improve my swim mechanics and include both kicking and stroke drills. The one-arm drill is always a fun starter. Swim 25 yards with the left arm only, followed by 25 yards with the right arm only, then swim 50 yards with both arms. This teaches you to develop a more even stroke. When performing the kicking drills, I try to drive the kick from my hips with knees slightly bent. Think of dancing the twist but with a slower motion so you are incorporating more of your thigh muscles. This will help develop a more powerful kick. Of course, we don't do this kind of stuff every day. It's important to take a day or two off between each workout to rest and recover. I swim continuously for 30 to 35 minutes; starting slow and building speed. The last five minutes being a hard effort but not all out and with no more than 90 percent max heart rate effort. Warm-ups are usually by swimming 400 yards easy then 50-yard sprints with a 30-second recovery between each sprint with 10 to 12 sprints before trying to add an additional 50-yard sprint each week, up to but not exceeding 18 sprints total. Swim 100 yards becomes super easy after all that but that's not all. Then there's doing 6 x 25 yards at 45-second intervals; swimming at 85 percent max heart rate. Cooling down with 300 slow laps and then warming up with 300. Then 200 yards pull with buoy, kick 200 yards as we enter the main set with eight 100-yard sprints with 1-minute rest between intervals, adding an extra 100-yard sprint each consecutive week up to, but not exceeding, 16 total sprints. Cool down with 200 yards easy then warm up 300 yards easy. 200 yards drill, 200 yards kick, 500 yards pull with a buoy. Trying to breathe every three strokes for 100 yards, while for the next 100 yards trying to breathe every 5 strokes, and then repeat. Also trying to alternate sides when taking a breath with the goal to increase lung oxygen intake and learn how to breathe on both sides. Cool down with 300 easy. That's when we dial it back at the end of the week to maximize taper. Warm up 300 to 400 yards with the main set of eight 50-yard sprints with 30 seconds recovery. Cool down 300 yards. 800 yards easy swim. And that's my month in just the pool, not counting all the normal gym workouts he puts me through. In short, this is Olympic level training. For example, to qualify for the 2016 Summer Olympics, a swimmer had to be able to swim the length of a pool in about 23 to 26 seconds. That's 50 meters or a few feet longer than the length of a football field in LESS THAN 30 SECONDS! The typical training schedule is working out in the pool twice a day, six days a week. But since this isn't anything more than him helping me to not be a lump of blob goo, we don't hit this as much. But that doesn't mean that the pool workouts aren't intense as fuck. The sprinting workouts focus on developing power and speed in the water. So sometimes I might sprint while hooked up to a power rack, a device that adds resistance as I move through the water so that I have to work even harder to keep going. I also do kick sets to work the legs and pull sets to isolate the arms. We work controlling my breathing with hypoxic workouts, which require me to limit breathing or hold my breath altogether. This also clocks in some serious distance, to the tune of 6 to 12 miles of swimming in a single workout. Sprinters have to train to develop their aerobic capacity, which means doing a lot of yardage. What's yardage? Are you sitting down? Something in the neighborhood of 10,000 to 20,000 meters (6 to 12 miles), or 100 to 200 laps in a single workout. Training outside the pool is no joke, either. We lift weights, run, do yoga, Pilates, you name it. Literally, everything we do on land is meant to complement some aspect of swimming, so typically training outside the pool is coordinated by Pain. But this doesn't mean he aims me to get all buff. The key to lifting as a swimmer is to get stronger so you have more power in the pool but to stay as lean as possible and not put on too much muscle mass, which makes you heavier in the water. Shoulder stabilization exercises, which are essential to building the strong, durable shoulders swimmers need to swing their arms over their heads over and over. Beyond that, most swimmers' lifting programs will be designed around the stroke they specialize in, I specialize in the Breaststroke. Doing lots of heavy squats and lunges and core exercises work for the breaststroke, and shoulder and arms workouts to help upper body for the freestyle stroke. All that training means lots of eating, which is usually a girl's worst nightmare. If you're going to be swimming twice a day, lifting weights three times per week, and also doing sprints, yoga, and Pilates, you're going to need a lot of fuel. It's estimated that female swimmers eat 3,000 to 5,000 calories per day and male swimmers about 5,000 to 8,000 per day during training. To put that in perspective, a 25-year-old guy who is 6'0'' that weighs about 165 pounds and exercises a few times per week would need about 2,400 calories per day to maintain his weight, and a 25-year-old woman who's 5'5'' and weighs about 140 pounds and works out a few times per week would need about 1,900 calories per day to maintain her weight. After about a month of this, Pain starts to taper me or adjust my activity level so that I'm fresh and ready to go all out on personal reward day. During the taper, we stop all training except the pool workouts, and the pool workouts are tweaked to be less demanding. But outside of the pool workouts, I will sometimes give up all activity, no matter how low intensity it is. Maybe just veg out in bed for a day and watch anime, or hang out with friends till into the late hours. You know, fun stuff. It all helps in recovery, but what really relaxes me are massages and a good cracking at the chiropractor to stay healthy and strong. However, because of the pain in my back, I don't end up lasting very long. Maybe close to an hour at most before something gives. "*gasps* Timeout! Fuck! *blurbles*" I barely have enough time to paddle back into the shallows as my limbs give out and I end up grasping on the pool edge rim to keep from going under. "WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT'S WRONG?" "I can't...I can't feel my legs." He jumps in and grabs my right leg. Lifting it, feeling it, and bending it. "CAN YOU FEEL ANY OF THIS?" "Just barely. It's numb with a pins and needles tingle. Like when you lay on a body part and it falls asleep from lack of circulation, then when you get off it and blood flows again giving a little boost to the misfiring nerves and making the tingling seem worse, but eventually, the nerve signals begin to flow properly again. Yet, as far as I know, nothing is cutting off circulation." "SO YOU DON'T FEEL THIS?" He pinches the skin. "Feel what?" "HMMM...HOW ABOUT THIS?" He stabs into the flesh with the points of his finger bones, drawing slight blood. "A little bit. Not a lot, but a little." "INTERESTING. IS IT JUST THE LEGS? CAN YOU MOVE THEM?" "I don't know. The top half feels fine. This could be a temporary paralysis. Right?" "HMMM...IT COULD BE STRESS RELATED. TOO MUCH MENTAL CRAP CAN EFFECT THE BODY PHYSICALLY." "Damn it...*sigh* Human bodies are so lame!" "NOW I WOULDN'T SAY THAT..." Carefully, he removes his fingertips from my skin and rubs tenderly into it. Seeing if he can "JUST LOOK AT YOURSELF. WHEN WE FIRST MET, YOU WERE FAR FROM THIS STRONG BUCK THAT YOU ARE NOW." "You do know that bucks are male deer, right?" "DON'T CARE, MY POINT STILL STANDS. YOU WERE A GLOB OF FRESH CLAY, READY TO BE MOLDED INTO ANYTHING. AND WITH MY GUIDANCE, YOU HAVE BECOME SOMETHING MORE THAN JUST NORMAL RUN ON YOUR BRAIN KIND OF GIRL. YOU'VE GOTTEN A BODY THAT ONLY THE STRONG CAN GET AND IT SHOWS. MMMM DOES IT SHOW..." "Uh, what?" "YOU'VE BECOME SO TONED. SO WELL DEFINED. EACH STRONG MUSCLE CAREFULLY HONED TO BE POWERFUL AND YET DESCRET. NO ONE CAN TELL BY LOOKING AT YOU JUST HOW STRONG YOU REALLY ARE. THAT IS OF COURSE, TILL THEY FUCK UP AND YOU HAVE TO KICK SOME ASS." "But you're wrong." "HUH?" "I've always been strong. Muscles mean nothing compared to inner strength. Sure, you can't pick up heavy shit with inner strength, but you can carry the weight of the world and all its troubles with it. And that's the strength I've ever needed." There is silence for a time. "ARE YOU OKAY? NOT BULLSHITTING OR ANYTHING, I'M LEGITIMATELY ASKING IF YOU'RE ALRIGHT." "Regardless of my answer, you won't believe me. Besides, any issues I have I'll discuss with Professor Stretch. After all, he is the psychology professor." "SO, WHAT? YOU DON'T THINK YOU CAN CONFIDE IN ME?" "Why? What's it to you?" "BECAUSE I CARE, DAMN IT!" I'm rendered stunned as he drops my leg and pulls me to his chest from behind. "S-sir?" "YOU STUPID GIRL. WE'VE SPENT THE BETTER PART OF TWO YEARS TOGETHER. ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO TELL ME THAT YOU DON'T SEE ME AS ANYTHING MORE THAN JUST YOUR TEACHER?" "Pain...That's not it." "THEN TELL ME. TALK TO ME. I AM MORE THAN JUST A COACH. I'VE HELPED TO MAKE YOU INTO WHAT YOU ARE NOW. SO SPEAK TO ME." "I can't." "WHY NOT?!" "Because I like you!" Oh, the awkwardness. "Y-YOU...LIKE ME?" "*sigh*...Yeah." "WOW. YOU SOUND REAL HAPPY ABOUT IT." "I'm sorry. I don't mean it like that. As bad as it makes me sound like a cheesy high school sitcom cliché, but I suck when it comes to feelings and junk. I've never really been able to express myself without worrying about the consequences, so I end up bottling my feelings and tossing that bottle far into bottomless abyss that is my subconscious. Yet lately that's getting harder to do." "OH? DO TELL." If I could move I'd so be trying to flee right now. "I tend to dream of things." "REALLY? WHAT KIND OF...THINGS~?" There's a teasing air to his voice and it makes me want to cringe at how vulnerable I am. "DO YOU DREAM OF ME? ARE THESE DREAMS NAUGHTY~?" "Don't be so cocky." "THAT DOESN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION." "I don't have to answer if I don't want to." "FINE. BUT THAT JUST TELLS ME THAT YOU, NO PUN INTENDED, HAVE WET DREAMS OF ME." I'm used to his brother and some of my other friends making puns, so of course, this makes me snicker. "Well, I will say some of them really made a splash." That makes him blush with a cringe. "DID YOU REALLY NEED TO MAKE A PUN?" "Oh no, am I in hot water?" "STOP IT." "No need to boil over sir." "STOP." "Wow, you look steamed." "I SAID STOP!" "Or what?" "OR THIS!" Tilting my head towards him, he slams his mouth to mine and shuts me up. It takes a moment for my brain to register what is happening and another moment to realize I'm kissing him back, not that he seems to mind by the sound of him softly moaning in content. Slowly he pulls back, letting the feeling linger on my lips and to take in the satisfaction of having me blush so hard. "HAD I KNOWN IT WAS THIS EASY TO RENDER YOU SPEECHLESS, I WOULD'VE DONE SO MUCH SOONER." "Not sure if you're flirting or just being honest there." "A BIT OF BOTH. BUT IF I WERE TO TRUELY FLIRT, YOU WOULDN'T STAND A CHANCE IN BEING ABLE TO CONTROL YOURSELF." "*scoff* You're ego is so massive it's truly what is filling this pool." "HEH HEH...CUTE." "Don't call me cute." I scoop up some water and swing it at his face. Pain gasps and stumbles backward, letting me go as I keep splashing him as I move back to the pool wall for support. My legs still won't respond but I can at least somewhat stand on them. Suddenly, he retaliates with a splash of his own across the surface to push a large wave over me, a daring look in his glowing indigo eyes. I know that look, that's the look of someone about to do something stupid. So before he can make another move, I retaliate with more splashes of my own. Thus a war begins. He laughs with a grin as we keep splashing each other over and over again. It's getting harder to shield myself with one arm, but I do my best to splash back in defiance, even if it's sloppy. Part of me feels like a child at a playground, completely letting loose by playing this up more and more as you give in to the way this feels. I can't remember the last time I simply went with the flow and enjoyed the moment. Eventually, he stops mercilessly splashing me as he's managed to bring himself closer to me and the room for splashing is now too limited. My back now firmly pressed to the wall, water dripping off my flushed face, and an ethereal luminescent glow from the light of his eyes colors the rippling surface of the water. It's only after making eye contact does he brings his hands down on either side of me, caging me with no escape and I feel his breath on me as he leans in closer, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "YOU CAN BE A REAL PAIN IN THE ASS WHEN YOU WANT TO BE, YOU KNOW THAT?" I blink a few times before snickering. "And you're a literal Pain. But for real, if that's an example of you flirting than you really need to bone up on your studies." He sighs and headbutts me, earning him a yelp from me and surprise from how loud the clacking sound was. "What the fuck was that for?!" "FIRST OFF, THAT WAS FOR BEING STUPID AND FOR MAKING PUN OF ME. AND SECOND, I HAVE YET BEGUN TO FLIRT." "Oh, then, by all means, coach casanova, woo me. I'd like to see something more romantic than a skull bashing." "YOU MOCK ME NOW, BUT LET IT BE KNOWN I DID WARN YOU AHEAD OF TIME." "Yeah-yeah. Whatever you say, sir." Bringing his hands up, he cups my face in his palms. The callous structure of his fingers slowly grazing over my cheekbones as his eyes follow this movement, enjoying the softness of skin on his fingertips. I try not to show any emotion from his actions, having seen this as a contest of wills, if he really wishes to court me then he has to earn it...But what's a contest without a little competition? My hands pierce through the water and gently hold his face, copying his movements. I see in his eyes that look I know all too well from training with him, that never back down and never surrender look. Oh, it is so on! "I thought you were going to flirt with me?" "ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS." He pulls us together like magnets and I close my eyes as my lips press over his mouth. Even though we have kissed but a short time ago, nothing has made an impact more than the deep kiss we share now. It's as if the world has fallen away from beneath me, the water has dissipated in the air, and the only thing that matters is this simple action, locking us together in silent agreement that everything has changed. Nothing feels as heavy and as powerful as this. As I hold him gently between my palms, pressing him closer and deeper to me as I part my lips, I sigh with content as I slowly move over his mouth with my own, completely drinking him in much to his enjoyment. "MMMM...MY CHARM HAS GOTTEN TO YOU ALREADY I SEE~" "Heheh...Not quite. You're not the only one that knows how to make someone swoon~." "IS THAT A CHALLENGE~?" "You bet your bony ass it is~." "WELL THEN...CHALLENGE ACCEPTED~!" He pushes against me in response. I find myself leaning back against the wall as he suddenly leads the way in our little battle's dance, almost as if he's quickly able to let loose everything he's held back for who knows how long. Now with the lines of student and teacher have been forgotten, he's finally able to show me exactly what he's been thinking of when he watches me workout. And it takes all the strength within me to stop my eyes from flying open in surprise as his kiss paces from kindly gradual to passionate and teasingly demanding. Suddenly, I realize I'm sinking further into the water as my legs are beginning to bend, but that's when he grabs a firm hold of my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. And by the way his hands are clawing at my skin, I can tell that he has no intention of letting me go anytime soon...Which I don't mind one bit. "Thank you." "IT'S LIKE I TELL YOU EVERY TIME WE TRAIN...I'VE GOT YOU." "Awww...Then allow me to return the favor~." I wrap my arms around his neck and heatedly kiss him with passion. His hand snakes away from my shoulder to bury itself deep in my hair and pushes me against his mouth as he guides my lips apart, filling it completely with his tongue. My mind is starting to haze and dip into the unknown. I feel heart begin to pound as my hands start to wander, trembling fingers find their way to caress the back of his skull while others lace themselves in the vertebrae of his neck and tickle each bone with careful interest. He kisses like he's waited for this from the very beginning and vaguely I wonder if this is true. But no coherent thought is found as he seizes me completely to his control. "SUCH A GOOD GIRL...MMMMMM...I'LL MAKE YOU MINE~." "I'd enjoy it if you try...Sans~." Dropping his teaching name to speak his true name in such a sultry tone sets him off. He urgently tugs my hair back, throwing my head back as my lips break away from his. I gasp a breathless plead for more but am quickly stifled into silence as he grazes his mouth over the skin of my neck until he bites a responsive area that forces a moan out of me. My fingers dig into his bones as he moves his mouth over the skin, biting and sucking at that one sensitive spot that is driving me insane! Just barely I can feel my toes curl and my eyes flutter at the feelings he is giving me. Damn it, he's gotten to me so easily with this neck action and I hate that I'm giving into it! But after a good amount of time, he gradually pulls back to glance at the mark he's made and stares at the physical proof that he's scathed my skin. He sharply sucks air in through his teeth with a shaky shudder. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW CLOSE I CAME TO CLAIMING YOU. TO FUSE SOME OF MY MAGIC INTO YOUR FLESH FOR ALL TO SEE THAT YOU BELONG SOLELY TO ME." "What stopped you?" "TO QUOTE YOU, MY INNER STRENGHT. TO MARK SOMEONE AS A MATE IS NOT A THING TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY. THINK OF IT AS THE MONSTER EQUIVALENT OF A HUMAN MARITAL CONTRACT." I just stare at him. "Yeah...No do that, please. That's too big a leap." "NO SHIT. IT'S WHY I HELD BACK. WHO DO YOU TAKE ME FOR? MY BROTHER PAPYRUS?" "Hey, Slim is a great guy. And he does a lot to make you happy, lay off him." "LAY OFF HIM? ...FINE." "Really? Wow, I didn't think it was that easy." "THAT'S NOT IT." "Then...What's up?" He leans forward to press his mouth against my ear, catching the edge of the lobe away from the earrings between his sharp teeth as his wandering fingers gradually wade through the water and slide down the curves of my body. "I'D MUCH RATHER LAY ON YOU INSTEAD~." I pout at his remark but close my eyes anyway and try to relax to his attention. "YOU WORK SO HARD. IT'S MADE YOU SO TENSE. LET ME TAKE THAT AWAY. LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD. LET ME HEAL YOU~." He lets loose a throaty groan against in my ear as he slips his digits past the hem of my gym shorts and slowly pushes his hands along my thighs, making me shiver. Maybe he has a point. Not about the sex stuff, but other thing. If my current pain and paralysis are stress related from being wound up so tight, then perhaps a little physical release wouldn't hurt. It's worth a shot at the very least. "Okay. But be gentle with me. I'm, um...Inexperienced in this kind of stuff." I feel so embarrassed, and the look he has only makes it worse. "YOU'RE A VIRGIN?" I just nod. "OH...WELL THEN...I SHALL DO MY BEST. BUT ONLY IF YOU GIVE ME THE OKAY." I'm taken by surprise by his kind yet roguish eyes and it fills me with warm trust. "I give you consent." "VERY WELL THEN. YOU JUST RELAX AND I'LL TAKE CAKE OF YOU. BUT JUST A HEADS UP, THIS MIGHT GET...INTENSE." I can tell in the raw tone of his voice that he's not lying and I mentally brace myself for things to come. His hand dives deeper, going into my panties and I hold him tighter in shock which makes him snicker. For a second, I wonder what's wrong with my body as this weird feeling is stirring inside me, and right now I'm not if I should say anything about it. But before I can find the words I want to speak, a sudden unrelenting force is pushed between the folds of my sex, moving expertly over my clit and almost instantly a sharp intensive bout of pleasure pierces through every inch of my body as I tremble beneath his fingers. "Oh...oohh...oooohh...!" The pool water makes his fingers slippery and fast, penetrating me without difficulty to massage my insides, all while I uncontrollably arch further into him. My entire body tingles like lightning, the incredible strength in my core is pulsating harder and harder, threatening to take me to all new ethereal levels the likes of which I've never known before. He watches intently, eating up my building pleasure and taking pride in that it's all because of him. He licks his teeth hungrily as his voice rips through his throat in a low growl. "CAN YOU FEEL IT YET? THAT BURING NEED DEEP INSIDE. A FEELING THAT SOMETHING IS MISSING AND YOU HAVE TO GET IT TO BE COMPLETE. YOU FEEL IT, YES?" "Yes! Please...I need it!" "HEH HEH HEH...GOOD GIRL. MMMMMM...YOUR VOICE IS SO ATTRACTIVE WHEN YOU'RE NEEDY. BUT I BET IT SOUNDS EVEN BETTER WHEN YOU MOAN~." His movements become less teasing and gradually get faster into the perfect rhythm. I feel my heart pumping with fiery blood as I quietly plead for mercy in silent whispers. "OH NO, THAT WON'T DO. I WANT TO HEAR YOU. YOUR PLEASURE. YOUR NEED. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT." "P-pain...P-please..." "TUT TUT, NAUGHTY GIRL. THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID." He pinches my clit and I scream. "Sans!" "*deep chuckle* MUCH BETTER. NOW...LISTEN AND DO AS I SAY. CUM FOR ME." I'm so used to obeying him, be it from school or personal training, that when he gave that command my muscles tighten and the heaviness in my core suddenly burst into an intense explosion of bliss. Sweat blends into the water as it drips off my quivering body. I claw my fingertips over the back of his shoulders while trembling against him, riding the waves of my first climax amongst the small waves of the water bump us. "Fuuuuck...Is this real life?" I sound messed up, words come out in garbled low moans that are just barely coherent. This just makes him laugh. "THAT, MY DEAR, IS WHAT IS CALLED AN ORGASM." "*mumbles* You have magic fingers. *drunken giggles*" "TELL ME...WOULD YOU LIKE TO FEEL THAT AGAIN?" "Oooh, pretty please?" "EAGER THING YOU ARE. I LIKE THAT~. SO DON'T WORRY, MY LOVE DRUNK PET, I INTEND TO GIVE YOU THAT AND SO MUCH MORE~." His fingers slip out of me and he pulls my shorts down along with the underwear before doing the same to himself, revealing his magic indigo member which lights up the pool even more. I'm so sensitive still, the movement of the water alone as he helps to get this ready has me mewling and it spurns him on to do this even more. "HOW ARE YOUR LEGS? ANY BETTER?" "I can move my feet, but my knees are still weak." "YOU'RE WELCOME." I laugh at his cockiness as he skims his hands over my thighs then lifts me up just a little higher against the pool wall for better bracing. I keep his lustful gaze as I clutch onto his shoulders and he moves my legs apart. Now in position, his hands float beneath me as I'm held at an agonizingly close distance from him and now there's only one thing left to do. He eyes me with desire, I nod once more in case he needed to know again that this was alright with me, and with that acknowledged...It happens. He enters me. "O-Oh fuck..." "THAT SEEMS TO BE YOUR FAVORITE WORD." "Don't mock, just bone." "FINE. BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP MAKING PUNS." "Deal." He buries his face against the base of my neck, catching shoulder skin between his teeth as he groans and slowly grinds into me at a slow pace. Every small thrust, every tiny jab he makes within me is met with a powerful response deep in my abdomen. My fingers draw lines over the back of his skull, his hands grab a tight hold of my thighs, and I stifle the urge to scream as the head of his erection suddenly hits a bundle of nerves deep inside. "Oooh shit...Sans...Why are you so big?" "ALL THE BETTER TO FUCK YOU WITH, MY DEAR~." I'd smart off about that if I wasn't chocking on moans. My sex is as sensitive as I've ever felt it before, and it's driving me crazy! And I wouldn't mind it if it weren't for his smug expression. "YEAH...THAT'S MY GIRL...MMMMMM...YOU LIKE BEING FULL...OOOOOH...I LIKE FILLING YOU TOO...GOD, YOU FEEL SO GOOD ON ME..." "All the better to please you, sir~." "SO NAUGHTY. YOU CAN KEEP IT UP SO LONG AS YOU OBEY." "I can try, but I make no promises~." "GOOD. *shudders* SO GOOD...GOING TO PICK UP THE PACE..." His thrusts gradually speed up, faster then faster, filling me more and more, sending my mind into space at the feel his length grazing the sensitive nerves in my core. Never have I experienced something as powerful and as intense as when he thrusts into me, faster, harder...Losing all sense of himself in me, his tongue hanging carelessly out his mouth and the sight of his contorted expression, burning bright with an indigo flush setting his face aglow, sends me careening over the edge. "Sans...I'm...Ooooh...I'm close. Sans...Aaah!" "SAY IT AGAIN. *groan* SAY MY NAME. TELL ME WHO YOU BELONG TO. WHO IS GIVING YOU SO MUCH PLEASURE!" He orders, pushing himself mercilessly into me until the feelings stirring deep within me start to spiral deliciously between my legs and he can barely take looking at my submissive expression. Gasping out whimpers as drool trails indiscreetly out my can't seem to shut mouth and my eyes rolling back in pleasure, yeah, I'm a mess. His raw voice is laced with uncontrollable lust as he grips a hold of my waist in his impossibly strong skeletal arms. I grasp a tight hold of him, nails digging into his bones as I leave lines over his skeleton. A sharp gasp synchronizes with his harsh thrusts and in between the delicious rhythm of his movements, I try my best to make sense of my spiraling thoughts to answer him. "Sans! Saaahns...S-sans..." This is it. I can feel climax coming, reaching to its absolute limits, and Pain feels it too. His member pulsating with the urge to release. It's impossible now. He can't hold himself back any longer if he even was to begin with, not when he can feel my body tightening around him in all the right ways. Suddenly he cups my face in his hand as he forces me to look directly at him. In his sockets that at any other time are filled with annoyance and anger, there is unfathomable desire. In his eyes which normally can burn an everlasting hole in your soul, there's a passion to love me as tenderly as possible. I can feel it in his hands, holding me like I were fine marble. And the feeling of being wanted by him finally tips me off the fucking cliff. "CUM WITH ME. I WANT TO FEEL YOU MERGE WITH ME." If he spoke more, I know not. His words to me blur out with all other sound, everything goes silent and the world flashes out in blinding light before slowly coming back. My short visit to Heaven has me return to a sight that sets me off more. He releases everything he's held back from me all this time. He relentlessly fills my body with his magic sex juice as I feel my climax quivering tortuously over his member. The waves of the water crashing against the both of us as his fast-paced thrusts push them back and forth against our forms until we both stiffen, giving in to the intensive release of our orgasms. The sheer power of dual climax is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I'm careening through euphoric plains of being, as if I've shed away this human skin and fractured into millions of pieces against him, blending in with the water to melt into liquid. And as my mind spins alongside his, I wonder what has to be going on in that skull of his at this moment. A soft indigo light burns from within his chest, just as a weak pink light glows from within me. Through the misty haze of orgasm, I can see it clearly now. As our bodies connect, so do our souls. It's as if both of our forms have collided together, experiencing the ethereal feeling of sharing one existence. And I breathe deeply as if it's my last breath...I could get used to this. Thankfully Pain doesn't let go when I collapse on him. All the training and sex have me completely drained. My arms fall limply over his shoulders and his hands catch me in his embrace. He's so warm, in a wet and comforting sort of way. But deep down I know he's still a ball busting tight ass that likes to make me mad so I can try to prove him wrong. Funny how now I see that as incredibly sweet. It will probably still piss me off, but it's still sweet of him. It shows he cares. And if he's willing to do so, then so should I. I press my lips against his neck vertebrae and smirk when his bones heat up in response. I delight in the synchronized pace of our heavy breathing. We're both spent but most likely yearning for more. It's too little and too much all at once. But we do need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. Best save the fun for later for now. I affectionately hold him close to my trembling body, eventually feeling his length fade away from deep inside me as he makes his way over to the ladder and with one swift motion he lifts me out of the water onto the side of the pool so I don't drown from muscular exhaustion. He wasn't kidding about having a strong body for a skeleton. "I TAKE IT YOU CAN AND CAN'T MOVE NOW." "*yawn* Pretty much." "WE SHOULD ADD THIS TO OUR TRAINING REGIMENT." "Totally." He moves some hair from my face and rubs my cheek, making me smile. "BE RIGHT BACK, TOUGH GIRL. I CAN'T TAKE YOU HOME WITHOUT YOUR PANTS, NOW CAN I?" I giggle with a weak nod and push myself further away from the pool before I pass out, but in my last moments of consciousness, I see him dive into the water and pop back up to proudly hold up my panties. Oh my god...He's fucking adorable! That's it, I've made up my mind indefinitely now. I'm in love with you, Pain. Nothing will ever be able to change this fact, even if you tried.

[sincerelysirena-blog]

Electric Island Festival Beach Clean up

The following is a true story:

On June 9, My friend hit me up and we made plans to kick it, since it felt like it had been ages from the last time we saw each other. We knew we had a lot to catch up on.  We met on the beach with her bunny and we started talking about upcoming events and our endeavors.

Her: Are you going to Electric Island Festival‎?

Me: No, I went a couple years ago. (June 26, 2015, Check out the third pic in my profile:)

Where Dj Koo, indeed was cool and let me dance on his stage for the last set. Thanks to my big sister who bought me the tickets just like she bought my ticket to Guam. That night was epic for me. I don’t need another one. They’re not like Electric Daisy Carnivals, like the one I worked and partied at my hardest in Las Vegas. Also, Thanks to my middle sister who got me inside all three days for free.

Her: Bish, GO I got shrooms and wearing a giant bunny costume and going to be dazed in Lala land!

Me: GOING! OMG!

On June 11 at 08:02am, Allan Cadawas, Guam’s party central photographer of Hit Da Spot Hot Shots, posted on Facebook that at Pacific Star, there will be a Beach Cleanup Today at 5:30pm. Meet at Pacific Star Lobby, FREE EIF tickets and Merch will be handed to all participants who show up ON TIME!  Only three people liked his post including myself and his self.

"I will see you there buddy ol pal!!! Lets make our island BEAUTIFUL!!! ♡”, - Jacqueline Garay

Las Vegas taught me that not only is punctuality, crucial, it is still not adequate enough under professional standards. Rather than most people who would show up on time; I showed up two hours early with my associate, Karl Hype on purpose. This allows us time to meet the crew, hype their spirits up, network and promote each other’s work. I walked away with ample free merchandise as opposed to everyone else. The public would be informed; one item due to limited supply. Instead, my gifts were handed to me with respect from Jia, the Festival Founder. I also purchased a mask from Karl Hype and promoted those with style as well. We both as professionals understood that people need to realize in order to jump start your day, bright and early and work towards finishing your day, strong!  Do not sleep on it. I don’t care if your from Guam and your on “Guam time”, which is just an excuse to be late to everything with no intention of working with haste. Simply, because you have lived on a beach your entire life so you are used to the setting of staying relaxed and taking things slow. Las Vegas, is nothing like that and neither are true hard workers.  

Gym fanatics can all agree with this topic as well. The best time to hit the gym is four in the morning. If you want to get a full workout then you have to get into the habit of waking up to an early start! You wanna rock a hard ass body, well then face the music… the gym never closes and the work never stops… it only gets harder! You have to trust the long ass process. To my dismay, my post did not receive any shares at all, which is a method for EIF organizers to spread the good word while promoting one of their best projects. Ultimately, my friends chose not to get involved on this sweet deal. Emily Paulson, if your reading this; your baby is cute and your are allowed to be absent from this rigorous beach clean up. Although, your support was appreciated, because I know you fell in love with this island as I did.

Later on that day, Jia holds a competition to whoever’s team picks up the most trash, will win something cool!

If you look at the EIF forum you will find the group pic of us standing next to the garbage we compiled together. This is how hard we all worked, separately.. but as one. Members of different parties all found a piece to a scattered portable charcoal grill and I was one of the last teams to arrive to home base… so as I walked up confidently, because I was holding onto two bags of trash; one bag was mine and the other was a friend that I had made that day whose bag had ripped. Solely, offered to carry it, because I love putting my muscles to work and mainly, because I had found the ash pan and drawer to the grill, so I had found something that could carry my load. Work smarter, not harder. That means after groups had already passed and picked up all the relic they could, our group still found some.. we could have only done that by going deeper into the jungle. Where no one sees the trash.  We also found a blanket and a used condom. If it wasn’t for my small stature, standing tall at 4’11, we may have never been able to reach all that trash that we found, even though the other teams did admirable work. As I arrived, instead of being sad that we didn’t win the VIP tickets.. I didn’t even care, because I could see the entire grill right there in my face. We had successfully retrieved every single component to the grill and we’re finally going to throw away the relic for good! Here, I was cheesing and walking up to my pack, already believing, I had the biggest piece and was feeling like the muthafucking champion. Now, imagine my bliss when we took our group pic of all our hard work and look at my smile. Together, we had collected over 2200 pounds of trash. Amazing turnout for a local beach clean up along with EIF’s, non profit partners. I would love to share a special shoutout to everyone that participated and everyone that continues to support our mission to save the fishes! My island and my actual man who was at work were so proud!

On Saturday, June 16 from 7:00pm to 4:00am, the island of Guam was ready to rage. Guam’s international raceway is right behind my house. Big difference in comparison to Las Vegas and driving a 4 hour commute in traffic on a freeway, while in the dry heat of summer in a desert. Thank you, Angelic, my sweet angel and sister who drove me back and fourth three days in a row and I didn’t even have to beg or ask her to. She is just a good person at heart. Always has been. In 2008, she was Vice President of Alumnae Affairs for Kappa Delta Chi Sorority, Inc. She had volunteered for her sorority and does not even like Electric Dance Music. Held no interest in watching TIesto or Avicii, when they played in Las Vegas. Her motive was to join a sorority that helped mankind, because it would help propel her career as a doctor and give her real life experience of helping men, women, children, and animals by any means necessary.

KDChi's official motto is Leading With Integrity, United Through Service - Kappa Delta Chi

That night, everything most ravers would have normally needed to plan out six months in advance, because they treat this festival as important as a wedding; worked out heavenly for another one of my spontaneous adventures.

I arrived at dusk and was dressed to impress.

I wanted to go weird this year for EIF and show off my buns! I'm talking about HAMBROS guys!! I'm proud to represent free publicity to a great establishment even if I'm no longer working with them. I have mad respect for the Founders, Steve Baek, Jason Na and Derrick Kim. As well as my other boss and General Manager, Brian Hayes, a local celebrity who never sleeps and understands, that dedicated drive fuels happiness! I held a close reletionship with my team and do believe with all my heart, that the Explosion in your mouth and their other trademarked hamburgers hold a bright future!

So I put my apron and cap on one last time and I wore a bunny head, because I’m a beach bunny. Just as fast as a rabbit, I ran up and down the raceway like a child at a carnival and left my friends to catch up. Eventually, we all sat down and conversed about our lives. After, we decided to part ways and get weird. My friends were in a dance craze and I loved them for it! Good buds surrounding me and alcoholic beverages was flowing in their system so that their inhibitions could go running wild and free. If anyone knows me, you also well know that my ass had been turnt, still hadn’t stopped and was just plain happy to be in the company of like minded friends all without having to be as drunk as Guam’s Club USA, mama-sans on a good Saturday.

POOF! I did my magic and left them in the crowd of the center stage to feel the love of coming as one in a large crowd that will soon become their friends too. Just elbow and mosh each other long enough. As for myself, I can’t stay put in one spot for too long. A social butterfly needs to spread their wings in order to have a good time. The next move I made was so out of character, I could never have fathomed it. I ran to the food vendors and politely introduced myself and asked permission to use their gloves and a trash bag. I advised them we are all a team and if we want to earn and keep our A grade in the Food and Beverage industry, then we need to keep our area clean. I urged them to not help me pick up the trash, we can not afford our chef’s and waitresses hands getting dirty. Leave it to me and I will be running back here periodically to scour the floor. I did it, because I passed a trash can and saw plastic inside it when it was clearly labeled, Aluminum. This island was going to get clean and I was empowered by the beach clean up to do it all by myself. I had volunteered for clean ups in Las Vegas during my high school years when I had joined community services such as Student Organization of Latinos (SOL) and Key club which taught me a dynamic group with educated and driven individuals can make anything fun, especially cleaning up their community and feeling good about making a great change amongst new and like minded friends. Like a bunny, i hopped from food vendor to the next, then the alcoholic beverage vendors, soon after, the sound crew in the middle where people think its safe to leave unattended drinks near electrical maintenance. Three big trash bags later, I felt the need for a break and headed toward the main stage.  Right away, I see one of Guam’s finest videographers, and proud to call my friend, Michael Mazzei, who was just enjoying another day in the office.

I don’t ever fuck with security, because they hate girls like me. We slither and find our way backstage and eventually they may find us, but we continue to ignore them and still run amuck since I know they can not catch me. The DJ’s posse by then is already feeling my vivacious energy and he is always the one who gives me permission to perform my magic in from of his audience.

I stayed on stage till dawn under the Electric Sky. I came, I saw, I danced, I cleaned and felt conquered all in one night. If one little brown girl could do so damn much in one night. Just imagine what your footprint could do if you helped to do your part and keep your island clean. This is a powerful message to all Civilians, Militants and Locals alike… I’m a visitor… a tourist from LAS VEGAS. I have seen each and every one of you commit this sin to your island, whom I call my boyfriend. Your lucky my heart is kind. Normally, Latina’s do not take too kindly to anyone disrespecting their King and kin.  

“I love your energy! When you visit Tokyo, come see me so that I may show you around!” - Marimo Kusaka, Miss Universe Japan 2014

If you exude nothing, but positive energy and believe in pronoia with all of your heart, God will protect you and life will guide you into fearful scenarios, but the other side of the wall is so blissful and bright. You will not see it until you hop over that wall. Exactly, why immigrants travel with little to no money at all so that they may experience bliss when they haven’t even seen a glimpse of it yet. Walk by faith, not by sight!

I understand that my sister and boyfriend may hate that I live my life in the moment and spontaneously never have a plan. As opposed to my girlfriends who love me for it, because they are too shy to let their own inhibitions shine. So, I let them live it out through me and my happiness spreads just like roaches do when you light up the room.

Moral of the story: Icing on the cake was I got to earn my ticket to EIF and I didn’t have to pay for it, instead I got to do something I would have done over and over for F R E E which is clean up the beach, all day any day! #GUAMISMYBOYFRIEND. I do not preach it for no reason, I believe God put me here to make a difference, because his island sure as hell left a lasting impression on me. Shit does not happen by coincidence. Use every direction and obstacle thrown at you to surpass them and reach the center stage and dance your ass off! Do not let the big buff security or deep meek insecurities hold you back!

We don't just TURN UP we CLEAN UP; KEEPin the GUD Clean & Green EIF style! - Allan Cadawas