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My Dungeon Meshi Modern AU Thoughts Instead of Writing My Economics Research Paper lmao

Ughhhh,,,, okay have been thinking about them all day and if one person manages to make it through the void and hear me out and talk about them with me then I’ll be happy lol.

WARNING: this is stupidly long, like I spent an absurd time writing every single little detail down. With that being said here we go:

cw//mentions and minor graphic descriptions of death, bullying, discrimination, injury, abuse, trauma, mental health issues, and abandonment

• Laios

- currently 26 and living with his sister Falin

- studying zoology part-time at the local college

- mostly does night classes since he works 1-2 jobs during the day to help pay for his and Falin’s tuition and apartment

- he and Fallin took their dog Muimui when they moved out, they also feed the local stray cats

- lived on a farm with his sister and parents when he was a kid, and is where his love of animals comes from

- however did not have the best of childhoods, as he was a frequent target for bullying due to having undiagnosed autism, and his father was very much a “nothing is wrong with you, toughen up the world isn’t going to coddle you” kind of person

- this was further cemented when he cried going hunting with his dad for the first time and refused to eat any of the deer or rabbit they had caught

- his mom had her own mental health problems that she was never diagnosed for, so often she fell into the same mindset as her husband when it came to Laios’ and Fallin’s behaviour, only she was more erratic due to her fear of one or both of her kids becoming like her

- never forgave his father after he sent Fallin off to a private middle/high school far away from their home, little did he know it was because the severe bullying Fallin was receiving was too much for her, and he wanted to send her away before she got hurt or worse

- nearly tried to run away at 16, however was caught by the police almost immediately and returned home

- completed his high school diploma and took off with Muimui without even saying goodbye to his parents, Fallin nearly joined him in the city but since she was still under guardianship of her parents, she couldn’t leave until she became an adult

- once graduated, she reunited with Laios in his apartment where they now live

- works nearly full-time at Senshi’s restaurant and works part-time as a janitor at their local zoo (he wants to be close to the animals lol)

- very busy but he makes it work, Marcille and Kabru have no idea how he does it without any meds or caffeine

- either has a worn out picture of him and Falin with their old dogs, or has a hand-made drawing of his theoretical strongest monster in his pocket that he looks at whenever he needs inspiration

- both him and Falin live wayyy out of the city center since rent is fucking abysmal downtown

- insists on taking the bus or walking everywhere since taxis and buying a bike costs too much, even if the commute is like 2 hours with 3 transfers

- despite this, he still has a drivers license

- the kind of guy you would expect to be eating leafy green tofu bowls from your local hipster vegan bistro, but is actually the kind of guy who eats the dubious $4 ground beef chubs and off-brand deli ham from walmart

- socks and slides with free college club t-shirts and cargo pants from the gap that come with like 50 pockets so he can carry all his stuff (the stuff mostly being dog treats and loose bird feed) bro has no drip aside from one outfit put together by Marcille

- uses the same highlighter blue and yellow adidas backpack he’s had since middle school, carries literally everything in there

- doesn’t listen to music, but if he does it’s rain/nature sounds with the $2 headphones you get from the dollarstore

- not much of a gym freak and usually just goes casually, prefers sports to working out (will have a protein shake but does not invest in creatine or other pre-workout supplements)

- either uses the same recyclable water bottle with the label torn off from a pack of 50 he got 3 years ago, or just uses one of his protein shake bottles I can’t decide

- hangs out with Marcille and Falin the most often (since Marcille constantly makes excuses to study with Falin at their apartment), sometimes gets smoothies or juice with Kabru if they run into each other

- hangs out with Senshi and Chilchuck less often, their time spent together is usually limited to having a beer after closing the restaurant or meeting together with everyone else to have dinner every couple months

- goal is to become a wildlife biologist when he graduates

- more to add if I think of it

• Fallin

- currently 23 and lives with Laios

- in her second year of studying veterinary medicine at their city’s main university

- grew up with Laios and her parents on their farm, also developed a deep love and appreciation for animals early on, but while Laios was more interested in the study of their behaviour, she was more interested in healing them

- also has undiagnosed autism like her brother, only when it came to her behaviours, she stood out a lot more and was subsequently bullied heavily for stimming, having major sensitivities to light and sound, self-isolating, talking to inanimate objects or “ghosts”, having a special interest in things like bugs or plants, and having a very specific schedule that adults had to help her with

- never really understood why adults or other children treated her differently, as she thought it was normal for everyone, however was still affected by having no friends aside from her brother during her younger years

- the bullying got so bad that kids began physically tormenting her, and since she never told Laios (who was in middle school and couldn’t always be with her), there was essentially no one to defend her

- very sadly culminates in an incident where she was intentionally locked in a graveyard overnight, and although she didn’t sustain any injuries she was fairly traumatized by the event, it was the final straw for her father to send her away to a private school at 12 years old to finish her education

- moved to a different city the next year where she stayed in dormitories, had her own room due to enrolling late

- also initially had a hard time making friends, and often cried since she couldn’t be with Laios, however no one bullied her for her autism and most often ignored her or gossiped

- had Marcille as a “buddy” to help her get acclimated to school life, however their relationship was quite awkward initially as Marcille thought she was unnerving and frankly a little stupid, however was completely shocked at Fallin’s nearly perfect grades

- school policy at that time stipulated that students had to return to the main hall for dinner at a certain time, however when Fallin doesn’t show up, Marcille has to look for her

- she finds Fallin at her secret hangout spot, similar to her dungeon in the anime, a corner with a group of trees and thick bushes that opened up into a grassy nook and a little pond, there they talk about what she does there and why she skips

- also similar to the anime, a fox (rather than a slime) catches them by surprise, but as Marcille tries to get it to run away by throwing rocks at it, Fallin stops her and explains it never comes closer than the tree line, she then points out that hurting while it’s already injured (has a slight limp) will cause it to die, allowing for the prey animals like squirrels and rabbits to eat away at most of the fauna surrounding the school, basically emphasizing the importance of all animals in an ecosystem and how it’s wrong to try and shift the ecosystem solely for our comfort or benefit (cheesy I know but it’s for the plot)

- she then offers Marcille the raspberries that grow on some of the bushes, and soon after Marcille asks if she would like to be friends

- they remain as friends in school only for another year, as Marcille graduates early and leaves Fallin behind much to her heartbreak, however does promise that she’ll visit and reunite with her soon

- by the time she graduates, she moves in with Laios and begins attending the same university as Marcille, there their friendship is reaffirmed, and they both start to develop feelings for one another

- full-time student but does work a few shifts at one of her university’s coffee shops whenever she can (tends to feel guilty about Laios helping her out with tuition on top of taking care of everything at home)

- in the honours program, and although she gets good grades her commitment is often questioned due to her habit of skipping

- reason for skipping is because she often does volunteer work at a nearby veterinary clinic

- unlike Laios, Fallin likes to bike to and from her classes

- it’s her main source of exercise, though she also does go to the gym if she has time, girl is absolutely built and is much stronger than she appears

- lives off of daily sweet treats and fried bologna sandwiches or tomato soup made by Laios

- frequently raids the raspberry bush growing outside hers and Laios’ apartment building, as well as the crabapple tree that technically belongs to the house next door but has its branches growing over the fence separating them

- also does not rely on excessive caffeine, but she does enjoy tea and coffee unlike Laios

- has a fjällräven backpack that Marcille gifted her for her birthday, mostly full of her textbooks but she does use it to carry rocks or sticks she finds interesting

- water bottle is a very dented bright pink hydro flask (also gifted to her by Marcille)

- has the jean shorts, tucked in t-shirt, and long cardigan look on lockdown, also wears hiking boots or converse, rarely is she seen in flipflops

- no make-up either, Marcille had to practically beg her to at least start using a clear lipgloss

- isn’t picky about music and usually just listens to whatever Marcille or Laios plays, sometimes she indulges in some lofi hiphop beats if she’s studying

- obviously best friends with Marcille but does not know she has a crush on Marcille, and thinks that her intense feelings of love and happiness are just normal girl friendship feelings (oh you poor thing)

- only vaguely knows of Senshi through the leftover food Laios sometimes brings home after his shifts, with Chilchuck she is more familiar since she sometimes visits him with Marcille on the weekends

- favourite thing is when her, Laios, Marcille, Izutsumi, Chilchuck, and Senshi all gather to get dinner together

- when it comes to her parents, she still maintains contact unlike Laios, though her messages tend to be generalized or cordial (not necessarily her intention it’s just she isn’t sure what to talk about in regards to her life beyond school)

- goal is to become a travelling wildlife vet

- more to add when I think of it

• Marcille

- is currently 26 and lives by herself (due to it being a modern au I’m imagining all races have the same lifespan of around 70-80 years)

- had probably the most normal upbringing and early adulthood out of all of the characters, both of her parents were very loving and attentive, always encouraging her and supporting her keen intellect through her hobbies

- however, they weren’t always around due to being very busy as government lawyers and often working late, she has very distinct memories of winning math and science awards as a child, looking out towards the crowd only to see her parents weren’t there

- was generally quite lonely during her childhood since she had no siblings or cousins to play with, a similar situation at school where most kids considered her stuck up or bossy when in reality she was just smart and was blunt about telling people when they were wrong about something

- is very close with Chilchuck, having known him and his family since she was little, although them all getting together was fairly rare, some of her fondest memories have been when they’d go on family trips together and she would get to play with Chilchuck’s daughters

- lost touch with him from ages 9-15 but reunited with him at 16 while he crashed at their place after his work injury and during his divorce, became very close with him during this time and developed a deep familial fondness for him despite all his teasing

- at 19 years old, she suffered a great deal of mental anguish as Chilchuck began to lose contact with her, Fallin was considering moving to a different city for university, and her father died due to a very sudden and unexpected stroke, she felt as though everyone in her life was slipping through her grasp and as a result, developed severe depression that would last until she completed her masters

- luckily, she had a good support system during that time and she was able to make it through the worst of it, however she still does struggle with motivation over simple tasks such as doing her hair or brushing her teeth

- her mood and outlook is much better though, having mostly returned to the same bubbly and dramatic personality that she once had

- is best friends with Fallin, and met her while at private school, mostly explained above, but her initial reaction of Fallin was quite negative before switching around after she realized that her way of thinking isn’t always the right one, even if the facts are right, her perspective and way of interpreting them isn’t always going to be sound

- this new perspective is what caused Marcille to become so enamoured with Fallin, eventually becoming a stupid crush that sticks with her to this day

- has her own studio apartment downtown, brand new building and everything (both parents are government lawyers so you can imagine the kind of money she has lmao)

- has a fawn floppy-eared bunny named Ambrosia

- despite her wealth, she doesn’t look down on her friends whatsoever, if anything she buys them expensive gifts as an act of kindness rather than an act of arrogance or condescension

- in the middle of attaining her phd in microbiology while doing independent research specializing in the study of telomere function

- attends the same university as Fallin

- graduated from high school at 16 and was done with her undergraduate by 19 and her masters by 21, a lot of people tend to think she’s full of herself but she often disregards them as people who don’t try hard enough

- born to carry her baby blue apple ecosystem in a cute tote bag, forced to haul her 7 biology textbooks in an ugly ass dark purple swissgear backpack she picked out when she was 12

- she has an unhealthy addiction to coffee and diet coke, literally cannot function without at least one per day

- cannot cook to save her life, lives exclusively off of pre-made grocery store meals or the sandwiches her university’s grab-n-go store sells, the kitchen aid mixer in her kitchen is practically a decoration at this point

- is actually the kind of person to be eating the leafy green tofu bowl from the local hipster vegan bistro

- has her own car and license, but lives close enough to her university to walk, Laios cannot fathom why she pays insurance every month for it but hardly uses or let anyone else use it

- I personally think she likes to rollerblade too

- jogging is her main form of exercise, but will also do yoga or calisthenics occasionally, probably the type of person to fall for a juice cleanse scam until Laios or Chilchuck scolds her for not eating enough

- I feel like she would be an intense swiftie (sorry :3) other than that, she likes the typical pop radio stuff that is played constantly

- at least she’s not a Stanley cup girl, she will use her scuffed gallon water bottle with the printed times of day until she dies

- very fashionable and loves to wear makeup, like wide leg pants or pleated skirts with penny loafers and cutesy blouses, a firm believer that any Korean makeup brand is far superior than anything Sephora could offer

- practically attached to the hip with Fallin, girl will find any excuse to study with her (the most pathetic sapphic ever someone put her out of her misery)

- otherwise, she’s buddy-buddy with Laios and Kabru but that’s about the extent of it, she’s known Chilchuck since she was little so he’s like an uncle to her

- she is quite friendly with Senshi and enjoys his cooking but hasn’t known him for a long time like the others, Izutsumi she treats like a little sister/niece and is always buying her things

- more to add when I think of it

• Chilchuck (you can tell he’s my fav because he has one of longest backstories lmao)

- currently 49 and living with Senshi and Izutsumi

- owns a two bedroom bungalow outside of downtown but still within the city, saved up for it after his divorce

- used to live in the suburbs with his ex-wife and daughters, but before that it was a shitty apartment close to where Laios lives now

- teen father, had Mayjack when he and his wife were 17 and had to graduate early so they could move out, they had Fullertom soon after and then Puckpatty by the time they were both 20, they got married at 22

- since neither could afford university at the time, Chilchuck went straight into a locksmithing trades program so he could have a decent income, his father had instilled a deep sense of responsibility and honour towards being a provider so he threw himself into his work which caused his and his wife’s initial frustration with one another

- when he was done apprenticing and when the kids were old enough to go to school, his wife went to university to begin studying teaching so she could become a professor, despite having to be home more often, Chilchuck still remained somewhat emotionally detached from his family

- by the time his daughters entered middle school, they had bought a house in the suburbs and his wife became qualified to teach

- feeling pressured by the mortgage, debt, and having to save for his daughter’s college, he began drinking more and taking a lot more hours at work, if he wasn’t working he was at the bar with his coworkers, he often didn’t come home until it was very late

- the final straw for his wife was when he showed up to work severely hungover and exhausted, then proceeded to nearly die in a home renovation project (passed out standing up and fell of a 20ft scaffolding, broke his hip and pelvis pretty badly as well as his humerus and quite a few of his ribs, also had a life-threatening brain bleed due to a skull fracture)

- at that point, all three of his daughters were already in university or trade school so his wife moved out and sold their house while Chilchuck was recovering in the hospital, she moved into a townhouse closer to the city’s main university where she still lives now with Fullertom

- having basically nothing in his savings, he crashed at Marcille’s parent’s place until he could save up a bit and get an apartment or townhouse (he and Marcille’s dad were friends in high school), essentially lived on their couch for about two years

- during this time, he became known as “Uncle Chil” by 16 year old Marcille and he developed a close uncle/niece relationship with her

- teased her as much as any uncle would, but also took her out shopping every couple of months, could never afford the stuff she wanted but he always got her lunch

- eventually, he saved up enough for the down payment of the two bedroom bungalow he lives in now and moved in, initially lost touch with Marcille but started being there for her more after her dad died, even began getting in touch with his daughters again at Marcille’s suggestion

- from then on, he took his work life more easily and tried to make time for himself in between shifts so that he didn’t feel he needs to drink himself stupid every time he came home, tried to pick up multiple hobbies and eventually settled on pottery making and brewing his own alcohol (that he sells…. mostly lol)

- meets Senshi at 42 when he is called in to install the locks and security system of the new restaurant Senshi is building, initially they had not been super friendly with each other, as Chilchuck found it infuriating how Senshi kept on wanting changes to be made to his security system, and how he was basically a walking construction accident waiting to happen

- once everything was finished however, Senshi offered Chilchuck a free dinner at his place as an apology for being stubborn, and unable to say no to free food (and alcohol) Chilchuck agrees

- they become friends after the dinner, however proceed to dance around each other for another 4 years until Marcille threatens to tell Senshi about Chilchuck’s feelings if he doesn’t confess himself

- Chilchuck does eventually confess (during a very charged “guy’s trip” to a resort in Mexico) and they start dating, after the trip, Senshi and Izutsumi move into Chilchuck’s place where they still currently live

- thanks to living with Senshi, Chilchuck adopts a more healthy lifestyle where he stops smoking, eats more, and drinks less, in return, he helps Senshi manage Izutsumi during her teen years as well as help out around his restaurant when he has time

- is generally living comfortably now, with a nice salary and more free time to commit to his hobbies, despite this he still deeply cares about his work and is a union man at heart who is always willing to rally behind his coworkers and organize when something happens

- mostly listens to 80s dad rock and some 90s grunge, is very proud of his CD collection

- dresses similar to Laios, however ditches the college club t-shirt and cargo shorts for polos shirts and chino shorts or dress shirts and casual slacks, also wears tacky boomer sandals for his feet or his construction boots

- drives a land rover defender that he bought in high school, cares for it deeply but isn’t a car guy by any means, he does the bare minimum maintenance to keep it safe and functional

- carries his minimal stuff in a sling bag and lunch cooler, but he also has a survival backpack in the back of his land rover for emergencies

- is a Stanley cup owner, has two, one from the 70s that his dad gave to him, and another white modern one from Marcille, his older one is covered in princess stickers from when his daughters were young

- pretentious black coffee drinker, makes fun of Izutsumi all the time for the amount of simple syrup and cream she puts into her iced coffee

- is okay at cooking, but is definitely more of a grill master, never ask him to deep fry anything though

- is also surprisingly handy thanks to the skills his dad passed onto him, speaking of his family, he isn’t very close to his mother and siblings since they all moved back to their home continent after Chilchuck graduated, he still sometimes travels alone on special holidays or on the anniversary of his father’s death but only if he can afford it

- is now a supervisor of his own crew, initially he wanted to own his own locksmith company, but he also wants to retire soon so he needs to save up as much as he can

- has two main friend groups, one he refers to as “the freaks” which includes Laios, Marcille, Fallin, Kabru, Izutsumi, and Senshi, and the other he refers to as “work” which includes Namari, Mickbell, Kuro, and Dandan

- is closest to Senshi and Marcille, seeing them as his family, however is a bit more distant with Izutsumi since he doesn’t want to automatically take on a “step-dad” role in her life, the reasoning mainly stems from his respect of her and her decisions on who she gets to let in her life, but is also because he wants to avoid things becoming awkward between them

- is, if not begrudgingly, friendly with Laios and Fallin, deep down he cares about them more than he lets on, is mostly cordial with Kabru

- is surprisingly close to Namari, however they keep their relationship strictly within their workplace and the bar they sometimes hit up afterwards

- is closer to his ex-wife and daughters now, having dinner once a month at his ex-wife’s house, they still haven’t really reconciled but they’ve allowed each other to move on

- more to add when I think of it

• Senshi (also super long please forgive me)

- is currently 52 and living with Chilchuck and his adopted daughter Izutsumi

- lives in Chilchuck’s house, but used to own a condo near the restaurant he used to work for

- when he was a child, he lived on an entirely separate continent in the remote far north, the village he grew up in was known for its mining industry, most of the community including his parents were miners, however an accident killed his father and cancer killed his mother when he was a baby, so his father’s friend Gillin took Senshi in when he was 2

- due to the mining culture surrounding the village, it was expected that Senshi also become a miner when he grew up, this coupled with the hyper-masculine ideas of honouring his late father and carrying on the bloodline, made Senshi not really put in much effort into school since he believed it had no use for him, a decision that would later hinder his career and degree options greatly

- once graduated from high school, Gillin immediately had Senshi take his safety courses and get his certification so he could get a job as soon as possible, with some references from Gillin himself, Senshi was able to land a beginner’s position within the company Gillin was in

- worked 7 years mining coal until the mine ran dry and he had to look for work elsewhere, jumped positions between 3-4 companies over another 8 years mining iron and copper until he landed a 2 year contract at a remote but booming silver mine

- was put into a 6 man team composed of himself, Gillin, Brigan, Invar, Totan, and Noor, where they would descend into a highly unregulated and dangerous mountain mine and extract the massive veins of silver, they all were paid well, but the conditions were next to abysmal

- 1 year and 9 months into the contract, a rockslide on the south side of the mountain caused a cheap tunnel support to collapse over the only exit leading out of the stope they were mining in, effectively trapping them indefinitely

- luckily they had a ventilation shaft, but none of them could fit inside and escape or yell for attention since they were trapped over 200ft deep and 500ft in the mountain, so their only option was to ration their food and wait for help to arrive

- they do try to escape in other ways, such as mining through the collapsed support, however this only leads to injury among the group, and as much as Senshi wanted to help, he was under strict instruction by Gillin not to over-exert himself, even though he wasn’t a kid anymore, he still had the most strength and wits among them all, this also results in him receiving the most food much to Brigan’s rage

- in an attempt to be useful, Senshi started drawing up the maps of the mine to see if there was a tunnel close by they could mine into

- as more time passes and they realized no one would be coming to help them, their escape attempts become much more desperate, one attempt to blow up the collapsed tunnel entrance with their remaining explosives leads to the death of Totan, another attempt to start mining over the collapsed tunnel entrance leads to the death of Noor, one last attempt to remove the panelling lining the ventilation shaft so they could be able to fit through leads to the death of Invar, leaving only Brigan, Gillin, and Senshi left

- after six weeks of being trapped under ground, Brigan mentally snaps and tries to cannibalize Senshi so they could eat his flesh, this leads to a physical altercation between Gillin and Brigan which ends in an unstable overhang of rock to collapse and crush Brigan and for Gillin to succumb to his wounds and exhaustion

- alone and starving, Senshi realizes he is now skinny enough to fit through the ventilation shafts and crawl his way out, he uses a combination of ropes and support spikes to help aid him, but soon quickly realizes he mostly has to navigate in the dark

- for two more weeks, Senshi follows the map he memorized and the feeling of airflow to make his way out, only surviving off of his remaining water, in the end he managed to crawl out of a shaft just outside the mining camp

- relived and also deeply saddened, Senshi remains near the shaft until some workers doing a perimeter check find him in the morning, he is promptly taken into the hospital to treat his injuries

- after explaining the situation to the police and his boss, his boss offers him a $30,000 payout to keep quiet and say nothing, the officers say it is possible to take his boss and the company to court, however it would likely put him into massive debt trying to find a good lawyer, in the end Senshi takes the money and leaves the camp for his village

- what’s left to him by Gillin is another $50,000 in savings and property assets, the rest is given to his remaining family, the first thing Senshi buys with the money is his adamantine pot and mythril knife, using both to make a soup Gillin would often feed him, and leaving five bowls of it outside of the collapsed silver mine before moving out of his village for good at aged 35

- he moves to the continent and city where all the other characters are currently living, buying his condo and deciding to enter into 4 year culinary school program

- during these 4 years, Senshi comes to realize that cooking is his true passion, finding it immensely rewarding and fulfilling, and even though he didn’t make many friends due to his unorthodox taste and recipes, it was still the most happy he’s ever been

- about 1 year after graduating and getting a job as the main line cook for a high end restaurant, Senshi meets and adopts 5 year old Izutsumi

- he initially sees her wandering around the green belt outside and behind the restaurant, kicking rocks and occasionally running and hiding in trees, he was always worried she was homeless, however would always see she was gone by the time he was done his shifts

- around five months of this, Izutsumi notices and begins to approach Senshi, as if she had wanted food, Senshi would usually offer some of his packed lunches or leftovers and she would always accept and sit next to him while they ate

- Izutsumi usually never spoke but was always ravenous, Senshi often worried that she was being abused, but whenever he would ask she would always say no, and since she was a healthy weight and never had any bruises or welts, Senshi reluctantly believed her, after that though he began packing more food

- eventually, a woman (Maizuru) approaches Senshi after one of his shifts and bluntly asked if he would like to take care of Izutsumi from then on, baffled he asked who she was and why she knew he was feeding Izutsumi, and she explained that she is her caretaker

- she also explained that since Izutsumi seemed to trust and respect Senshi the most, that he would be the best person to give her a chance at a normal life and raise her into an adjusted adult, due to the fact that she has no regard or interest or respect in her or the rest of her foster family, she then conceded that her question was rather sudden, but still implored Senshi to take her into his care or otherwise she would be forced into an orphanage

- thinking of Gillin, and with the wound of his crew’s death still in his mind Senshi, perhaps impulsively, agrees to take Izutsumi in, much to Maizuru’s delight and thankfulness

- the next day, she returns with Izutsumi and her things and tells Senshi that she will handle most of the legal paperwork aside from the few forms that he will have to sign

- from that point onward, he took care of Izutsumi and made sure she got through school, although she wasn’t completely responsive and obedient, he was still very patient and understanding with her, except for the first few times she would keep on running away from school to join him for his lunch breaks

- they have a very trusting relationship with one another, and Senshi is the only one Izutsumi will open up to, Senshi often encouraged her talent of athleticism by signing her up for various sports, he was and still is very attentive towards her needs and is always feeding her the things she likes (and dislikes)

- Senshi works at the restaurant for another 9 years, simultaneously saving up for his own restaurant and saving for Izutsumi’s college, at age 45 he meets Chilchuck during the construction of his restaurant and they form a close friendship

- subsequently, he is introduced to Marcille, Fallin, Laios, and even Kabru, but still mostly interacts with Chilchuck and Itsuzumi

- however he is quite close with Laios since he works as a server at his restaurant and is very enthusiastic about his cooking technique, flavour pallet, and types of dishes he serves

- at age 49, he officially opens his restaurant and starts dating Chilchuck, the three of them all move in together and become a household unit

- is now very happy with where he is at in life, works and manages his restaurant while still making time for Izutsumi and her hobbies, is very close with Chilchuck and becomes the first person he opens up to about his past and what he went through, generally the grossest and most sappiest old couple you will ever meet

- made a Senshi-sized hole deep into the fabric of Chilchuck’s home, converting his backyard into a full vegetable and flower garden that he maintains, is super proud about it and often leaves the prettiest flowers on Chilchuck’s side of the bed or in a vase on Izutsumi’s bedside table

- head-chef and owner of his restaurant, his favourite part is being able to cook what he wants for a very specific audience (people like Laios)

- his food is not super high-end but also not like a family diner either, a healthy mix of both, like kid friendly while still being classy and opulent enough to take someone out on a date there

- drives his beloved suzuki carry to and from work every day, does a good job maintaining it on his own despite it being boring according to him

- I honestly don’t really know what Senshi would listen to, I feel like the most in character for him would be folk music from his home country or bossa nova i can’t really decide

- coffee with lots of sugar but no cream or milk, prefers drinking black tea with milk and honey if he has a choice

- bag is a basic backpack with minimal items like wallet, keys, lipbalm, mints, etc… always has a change of clothes in case his gets dirty at work, also has extra hair and beard nets, some stuff for Izutsumi is in there too

- water bottle is also a vintage stanley cup, but his is wayyy more dented than Chilchuck’s and older (from like the 50s) refuses to buy anything else until it is unusable, has had the same piece of duct tape sealing a leak near the bottom for the past 20 years

- also can’t decide if he’s a t-shirt or Hawaiian shirt kind of guy, probably a healthy mix of both, also mostly wears shorts or a kilt-like garment native to his home country, lives exclusively in sandals you will never find him in close-toed shoes unless he’s working

- funny story deriving from this fact, the first impression Chilchuck ever had of Senshi (aside from “damn he’s kinda hot”) was “oh my god how the fuck is this guy not dead” due to the fact that Senshi showed up to the construction sight with flip flops, no safety helmet, and no safety vest on whatsoever

- more to add when I think of it

• Izutsumi (still a cat-girl in this universe)

- currently 17 and living with Senshi and Chilchuck

- used to live with the Nakamoto’s as a foster child, however hated living there due to the unfamiliarity and attempts at sweeping her past trauma under the rug and refusing to treat her for it

- life before the Nakamoto’s is fuzzy, it’s implied by her councillor and confirmed by Maizuru later on that she was raised by her mother until she died or abandoned her at 3 years old, was then placed into the care of another foster home who physically and verbally abused her, keeping her chained up in the basement most of the day and hardly feeding her, if not forgetting about her all together

- she was taken in by the Nakamoto’s at aged 4, and had a very hard time managing her due to her stunted social skills, anger issues, and delayed language development manifesting itself in avoidance behaviours such as running away and lashing out violently

- had frequent nightmares during this time, resulting in her becoming very clingy during the night

- would often run away to the green belt close to her house, the same green belt that was connected to Senshi’s restaurant

- initially only approached him because of the smell of food, her prior abuse and malnutrition resulted in an early form of binge eating, so she often sought any sight, smell, or taste food as a way of safety and comfort

- unlike all her previous caretakers, she found Senshi to not be malicious or uncaring towards her, especially after he started sharing and bringing food for her, her ease around him didn’t go unnoticed by Maizuru who then offered Senshi the deal to take care of her

- initially hated living in Senshi’s condo since the small space reminded her of the basement she was kept in, but soon found it to be much more comfortable if she could smell the food Senshi would make

- Received counselling for her trauma and slowly began to get better, however she would still frequently act out or skip school as a coping mechanism, however, Senshi helped her regulate her energy and emotions through signing her up for various sports, she did volleyball, hockey, wrestling, swimming, etc… until she settled on gymnastics and Muay Thai

- has somewhat of a complex towards love and attachment, in that she doesn’t fully believe an individual cares for her or loves her so will often do whatever she likes both because she doesn’t think it affects the other person that much and because it will prevent people from wanting to get close to her and have a meaningful relationship, a complex that stems from her past abuse

- is now in a much better headspace than she was in, as she has two caretakers who are patient and understanding with her, but are also willing to discipline her and prepare her for the outside world, she also has a good external support system and even a friend at school whom she often hangs out with

- she is currently in her junior year of high school, with decent grades, but only because Senshi and Chilchuck want her to do well so she has more options for university

- her best subjects are science, phsy ed., english, has a hard time with social studies and math

- her one friend her age is Tade as they both are frequently sent to the after-school homework program to help improve their grades, Izutsumi is usually good at shouldering off her homework to her in exchange for ice cream or food, but she’s usually caught and forced to do double the work

- Tade is also a foster kid of the Nakamoto’s, in fact she was the one Izutsumi would usually go to sleep with if she had a nightmare, so they never hang out at her house and either stay at Izutsumi’s house or hang out at the local park/mall

- is very talented athletically, and has won multiple awards at gymnastics and Muay Thai competitions

- still a ravenous eater, but with a crazy fast metabolism so she gains almost no weight, still picky with vegetables and mushrooms but will still eat them as long as their hidden in her food well enough

- coffee flavoured milk drinker, if there’s even a hint of bitterness in her coffee she’s throwing it out

- is into most old alternative or indie rock, appreciates Chilchuck’s taste in music immensely, she’s been learning how to play the bass recently

- has been learning basic recipes from Senshi and can manage a few dishes on her own, is much better at baking overall, never leave her alone with the blowtorch or barbecue though

- aside from sports, she enjoys playing video games and sleeping, she likes mostly storytelling or competitive console games like Skyrim, God of War, and Call of Duty

- bag is a simple black backpack that has all of her papers and textbooks haphazardly shoved in with no regard for neatness or organization, on a good day a pencil will be in there too

- water bottle is non-existent, she uses drinks from the school water fountain as an excuse to get out of class and wander around for a bit

- is old enough to drive and has her license, but doesn’t have her own car yet and still has to catch the bus, if she does drive it’s Senshi’s suzuki, Chilchuck let her drive his land rover once and she backed into a pole

- lives in crop tops and shorts, is actually quite fashionable but doesn’t have the energy or motivation to pull anything off, either wears converse, slides, crocs, or doc martens as footwear, most would describe her style as grunge-ish

- makeup is hit or miss, sometimes she can muster some concealer and eyeliner, but for the most part she just washes her face and nothing else, she is big into jewelry though and likes to wear lots of accessories

- has been allowed to pierce her ears quite extensively, as well as her nose, however both Senshi and Chilchuck have drawn the line at any other face piercings until she’s an adult, much to her dismay

- outside of Senshi, Chilchuck, and Tade, she is probably the most friendly with Marcille and Fallin as they frequently visit and interact with her, Marcille especially loves to spoil Izutsumi with treats and gifts since she never had a little cousin growing up

- Izutsumi likes Fallin for her quietness and ability to keep out of her business, however saw first hand how weird she can be when she held up a massive rhinoceros beetle without even flinching, also when she kept on excusing herself to their backyard to go snack on their strawberry plants

- Laios and Kabru she knows of, also finds Laios to be very weird but is less friendly about it than she is with Fallin, his lack of understanding of social cues also confuses her

- more to add when I think of it

AND THATS IT!!! This was stupidly long, I hope I didn’t bore you to death lol. I’ll probably do another one of these so I can include Chilchuck’s daughters, Kabru, Namari, etc… maybe with some additions to the main cast, but yeah that’s about the extend of it, hope you enjoyed :3

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden #falin touden #chilchuck tims #senshi of izganda #izutsumi #marcille donato #modern au #farcille #chilshi #labru if you squint #dungeon meshi minor characters #this took me forever I am so exhausted #I kinda wanna make a fic out of this but I have no idea what plot line or what character I should even focus on lmaooo #hooray for hyper-specific character interpretations!!

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growingstories · 8 months

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Taste of his own medicine

Once upon a time in the bustling city of San Francisco, there lived a handsome and privileged young doctor named Dr Jeremy Dinah. With his muscular body and chiseled features, he had always been the "golden boy" of his wealthy family. However, his upbringing had made him quite the spoiled brat, carrying a sense of entitlement that extended even into his professional life.

After completing medical school, Dr. Dinah decided to join a prestigious private hospital. Unbeknownst to his colleagues and patients, he was a health freak. His locker filled was with protein powders, creatine, and an array of supplements. He meticulously prepped his meals and never ate in the hospital restaurant, deeming the food unworthy of his refined taste.

Dr. Dinah had a particular disdain for overweight individuals, and he never let an opportunity pass to remind fat patients and even his colleagues about their weight issues. His harsh and condescending remarks would leave lasting wounds on the self-esteem of those on the receiving end.

Two nurses, Lucy and Sarah, had borne the brunt of his fat-shaming remarks one too many times. Determined to put an end to his toxic behavior, they devised a plan. They decided to start throwing away his prepped meals so that he had no choice but to eat at the hospital restaurant.

At first, Dr. Dinah complained about the quality of the food, but people around him stayed silent, pretending not to notice. Too busy with his professional commitments, he couldn't find the time to investigate further. He begrudgingly started consuming the hospital food, which was far from his meticulously crafted meals.

Weeks passed, and Dr. Dinah’s strict diet began to fall apart. Craving a change, he gradually started adding French fries to his meals, relaxing his formerly stringent eating habits. As a result, his weight began to climb up. He started complaining about his love handles, puzzled as to how they had appeared despite his efforts in the gym.

Dr. Dinah’s gym routine became more frequent, desperately attempting to work off the stubborn fat. However, his colleagues, restricted by their professional uniforms, couldn't discern any significant change in his appearance.

Lucy and Sarah saw the opportunity to strike again. They swapped Dr. Dinah's protein powder with a mass gainer that went unnoticed by his unrefined taste buds. As the weeks went by, a visible bulge started forming in Dr. Dinah's belly, which protruded even through his uniform.

Confronted by his growing belly, Dr. Dinah realized that his sit-ups were becoming increasingly challenging. It dawned on him that something was amiss. However, the once arrogant and rude doctor had evolved into a friendlier and more approachable person after the change in his eating habits. The plan had worked, as he was no longer "hangry" all the time, making it much more pleasant to work with him.

The last phase of the plan involved changing Dr. Dinah's schedule. With the help of a woman from HR, who had also experienced fat-shaming incidents with him, they made his days longer and more filled with on-call duties. This meant less time for him to spend at the gym on his free days. Initially, he despised the change, but the newfound leisure time allowed him to reconnect with friends and family, whom he had neglected in favor of his fitness obsession.

People began to notice Dr. Dinah's expanding belly, and playfully poked at it whenever they saw him. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind it anymore. Rather, he relished in the attention, finding joy in the fact that he was now seen more positively by those around him.

Completely giving up on his meticulously prepped meals, Dr. Dinah grew fond of the hospital restaurant. He even developed a friendly relationship with the staff. Furthermore, the girls informed the restaurant's boss of their plan, who then started providing Dr. Dinah with bigger personalized portions during night shifts. The once health-conscious doctor unknowingly indulged in the abundance of food, growing bigger and bigger.

Unexpectedly, his increased size brought about positive changes in his life. His weight had plateaued, and he now had more time for dating. Dr. Dinah's newfound openness and humor made him more attractive to others.

In the end, Dr. Dinah realized the error of his ways. He had learned a valuable lesson about the consequences of fat-shaming and the importance of treating others with kindness and respect. And so, Dr. Jeremy Dinah embraced his new shape with newfound confidence and humility. He became a more compassionate and understanding doctor, forever changed by the lessons he had learned through his own self-inflicted transformation.

#fictionalweightgain #maleweightgain #maleweightgainstories #weightgain #weightgainstories #fictionalstories #wg fantasy #wg fiction

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beansidhebumbling · 6 months

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Warning: Creep Behaviour

Part I

Their first encounter is picture perfect, rom-com goodness, after all Cassian plans it that way.

Cassian loves planning, scheming, morphing himself to be exactly what people want to see. Learned quickly that when you look the part people don’t see the bastard orphan beneath.

So everything is curated, from his defined musculature, stemming from 4.30am gym sessions and a frankly insane amount of chicken breasts and creatine, to his calculatedly carefree personality. Everything from his polished wardrobe to his haplessly unpolished brand of charm is by design. Sometimes even his brothers forget this, despite working alongside him in his role as chief strategist, that behind the cheeriness and too-loud laugh is a man who never fails to get what he wants, not because the dominoes fall his way but because he is the one placing and knocking them over to begin with. Rhysand all nepo-baby power and dark charisma, Azriel with brooding good looks and an army of connections forget that whereas they gather power at night, Cassian accumulates it under the sun while everyone watches and no one sees, a master of his craft.

So gifted the mask is invisible to them. Once, cold like porcelain resting atop his features, its removal in the safety of solitude an incomparable relief, the pain of no one ever noticing him, the hidden face beneath, a constant insecurity. Now it is soft as silk and moulds to his features, leaves him searching for the seams, his skin consuming it like a tree encasing a corpse. He waits for the day it can’t be ripped off, the day they are one, a shared vessel, his heart quickens at the thought, but in excitement or fear, he does not know.

His mask is flawless, or so he thinks, until a beautiful woman in a ghastly jumper at an inane party, looks at him with a smile that’s all teeth and says,

‘Do you always pretend to be this happy and stupid for them?’, gesturing to his family, his circle, ensconced in a leather booth nearby, ‘or do you do it for yourself? I won’t waste my time with a liar and merry sycophant to boot’

They are drunk words designed to cut, to hurt him and he has no doubt she’d be facing fire if Mor or Rhys overheard. But all he can see are the remnants of his mask falling like snow to the ground, shred with sour words from a sweet mouth. Before she spoke to him he knew he’d chase her, watched with pleasure and anticipation as she rent Rhys limb from limb. Now that she has seen him, seen him the way his family in all but blood have failed to for nearly three decades, in thirty seconds of meeting him taken his measure and found him wanting, he knows he is hers and she is his, golden string tied between them. Nesta, Nesta, Nesta. He’ll stop at nothing to have her.

I’d be happy and stupid with you, no need to pretend.

That’s what he wants to say in hindsight. But at the time he is a man who has never felt the triumph of winning her or the agony of losing her and so, for the first time in years, he is struck dumb. He retreats to the bathroom, to compose himself, to regain control, to come up with some combination of words that will coax her number from her. A fool who thinks women like Nesta stay put. When he returns she is gone, disappeared into the night.

If the lights seem dimmer, if he has to leave early from disappointment, if he pockets the glass she was drinking from, falls asleep looking at the red lipstick print embedded on it and wishes to be marked just the same, well, no one is any the wiser.

They meet at a coffee shop. Artisanal lattes with lavender, fresh oat milk, and frothy designs for eight dollars, inhaled in seconds. The air is fragranced with coffee and rose and romance. The ideal meet-cute.

After the Christmas party he searches for an in. Nesta still hasn’t accepted his follow on Instagram some 14 hours later, and won’t he later learns until their third date, so he resorts to Feyre’s and Elain’s feeds. The pictures of her are rare, usually bearing a stiff half-smile and looking like Aphrodite. Those are saved to a private album he visits daily. Some cute coffee shop with flowers drawn in foamed milk seems to be a common meeting place. Knowing Feyre’s strained relationship with Nesta he targets Elain.

Of course, they don’t know each other, outside of a few greetings here and there, so he finds an excuse visit her flower shop. He saunters through the periwinkle door dropping a salmon pink lipstick, a copy of one seen in a September Instashot of her vanity, on the distressed wooden counter Elain stands behind. Claims he found it in Azriel’s car, all teasing grins and bright eyes as the receipt crinkles in his pocket. She blushes until she matches the red zinnias she is wrapping in a bouquet for him, fiddling with the pearl bracelets adorning her wrists. Her refusal of his waggling eyebrows and taunting is vehement and enthusiastic, murmuring about dropping it after a lift home, ignorant to the fact Cassian has known about their secret rendezvous for months. All flustered, delicate fingers fumbling over tape to hold the wax paper enclosing the lily of the valley, baby’s breath and zinnias, he takes his chance,

‘So illicit affairs aside, Mor has been talking my ear off about going to some coffee spot you’re always going to with your sisters. I owe her one and am going to surprise her. You can buy my silence by telling me what drinks yourself and your sisters recommend?’

He keeps his tone easy, fiddling with some daisies in a metal pot near the register, like he is not a man who feels his pulse quicken at the thought of learning someone’s coffee order. Mother save him.

Elain reply is hurried, her light voice slightly squeaky,

‘Deal. Even though I don’t have to buy your silence… or anything’, she tugs at one of the tiny plaits in her hair frustratedly, ‘Ugh, deal, deal. It’s just off High Street, opposite that crummy bookstore Nes likes. I’ll drop you a pin. As far as coffee you’re safe no matter what you choose. My personal recommendation is the rose and hibiscus tea, but Feyre likes their mochas and inhales their shortbread, and Nes likes…. well everything. She probably keeps their lights on buying chai lattes and blueberry scones.’

He is only mildly annoyed when the bell at the door rings as a customer enters and Elain practically throws the bouquet at him while shooing him out, calling him a nosy menace. He has already gained so much more information than he expected. The café, a bookstore she likes, chai lattes and blueberry scones, he will sew the threads he uncovers, one by one, until her character lies before him as a rich tapestry.

They will meet in line to order. He will charm her to sit with him, give him her number, sparks will fly and souls will mesh. As Cassian learns with Nesta, no matter the scheme, things rarely go according to plan with her.

Their perfectly planned and terribly executed beginning is no different.

He works remotely for three days from the café. Hidden in a nook in the corner, laptop open, a handy prop, headphones discouraging any flirtatious overtures, he watches as Nesta pops in promptly at 11 each morning to order a chai latte and a blueberry scone, sits for fifteen minutes to read before departing, crumbs, an empty cup, and a starstruck man left in her wake.

He decides they will bump into each other on Thursday. It’s set to rain so hopefully that will motivate Nesta to stay a little longer, not be in such a hurry to rush off. He takes the day off, just to be safe and dresses in his best suit, tailored like a glove to his broad shoulders and thick thighs, brushes his hair into a low bun but leaves a few curls to hang, framing his defined jaw. He has his driver idle at the kerb until five to eleven, his large umbrella an effective shield against the steady rain that pounds in the few steps he takes to enter the café. Pretending to fiddle with his umbrella while placing it the oak coat stand by the door, he avoids entering the queue until he spies Nesta running by the large glass window with ‘Velaris Café’ painted onto it. She enters the warmth of the café with a bang, the door slamming from the strong wind outside. She is drenched from head to toe and cursing up a storm under her breath, mascara slightly running and hair dripping. She is resplendent and meant for him.

This is his moment, steeling himself, letting a cheeky grin fall into place he calls out, voice a deep timbre amidst spoons clinking and steam hissing,

‘Nesta Archeron as I live and breathe’

She looks up, amber meets ice. Eyes narrowing, she bites,

‘Cassian. Somehow still living and breathing after all the whiskey you drank last I saw you.’

She joins the queue as they near the register, back stiff. He wants to wrap her in his arms, wants to ask why her coat is so thin, why she went out without a hood or hat in this weather, wants to know what else she noticed about him at the party. As it stands he lets out a heavy breath of air as his smile widens,

‘Concerned for my health sweetheart?’

Her voice is dry and flat when she replies without a seconds hesitation,

‘Trying to figure out how one takes a beast like yourself out.’

‘If you wanted to take me out on a date you just say the word Nes.’

The muscles in his jaw are starting to ache from smiling so hard but he’s saved the joy of Nesta’s response, who now looks like she’s about to burst a blood vessel, by Maria calling him forward.

‘I’d like a Mexican hot chocolate and every blueberry scone you have please.’

He keeps his voice sugar sweet, flashing the blue-haired server he’s gotten to know over the last few days a quick smile.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

Her voice is shrill and the poke in his back, a brand he’ll feel like phantom pleasure for the next week.

‘What’s wrong sweetheart? I’m sorry, I was rude. What do you want to drink?’

He sounds so syrupy and simpering even Maria raises her thin eyebrows at him.

‘I want a blueberry scone Cassian but some brute has just ordered all fourteen of them.’

She is apoplectic, voice low and hissed, flushing as nearby patrons turn their heads for the chance at some drama.

‘That brute would be more than happy to share Nes’, he sees her posture relax marginally, ‘for a price.’

She straightens back up to stone, looking down her nose at him despite how he looms so much taller than her. He feels like a live wire when she glares at him. She looks about ready to slap him. Why does that excite something in him? Turning to throw an embarrassed grin cum grimace towards the register she says,

‘I’m sorry about this Maria. I’ll have my usual, just let me deal with this bozo first.’

As Nesta drags him by the arm towards the pickup area he manages to throw some cash towards a snickering Maria, indicating she keep the change, as she tots up his purchases.

Once they reach the plastic cup lids and paper straws stored in dinky baskets at the far end of the sleek, silver coffee machine, she turns on him with the ferocity of a bulldog.

‘For the love of God Cassian give me the scone. My morning has already been a shitshow without having to deal with one of my sister’s innumerable, insufferable friends.’

A shitshow? He’ll try and do some digging on that later. Maybe if he can get her number he can ask her, to so he needs to regain some hold of this rapidly unraveling situation and focus on his plan, one quickly being torn asunder by hurricane Nesta.

‘Well as you said the other day Nes, I am a sycophant to a heartless tyrant sitting on a throne of inherited, ill-gotten wealth, or as his insufferable friends call him, Rhys. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my brother it's that nothing comes free. So you can have your scone but at a price.’

His reply is meant to provoke. He eyes are attached to how she’s biting her full lips in vexation. He wants to be the one doing the biting.

‘Name your price, you overgrown prick.’

‘Your number.’

‘Try again.’

Her voice is flinty and uncompromising. He can’t give up now, refuses to abandon his goal, so he re-joins coolly,

‘I don’t haggle.’

‘And I don’t negotiate with pastry terrorists.’

The quip is thrown out as she picks up her backpack from the floor. Fuck, she’s leaving. He’s still gawking like a dodo when Maria calls them over to collect their coffees.

‘Keep it for yourself, Maria. Cassian here has said he’ll pay for it. I’ll see you soon once you sort out the pest problem.’

Her voice is bright and cheery. Her beam, directed towards the barista, positively blinding. It stuns him. When will she smile at him like that? Who does he need to be? What does he need to do? Who does he have to kill? She’s already making her way towards the door when he manages to shout,

‘Wait, Nes’, his burly frame struggling to get by wicker chairs as she dances around them like a ballerina, ‘Fuck, sorry, excuse me. Nes, please I’m sorry. Take the scones. I just wanted to talk to you.’

She takes one long look at him from the door, and says,

‘It’s Nesta.’,

before shaking her head and disappearing into the bustling crowds of the city.

His walk back to where Maria stands, to collect his consolation prizes, is a slow, defeated one. He lays an extra tenner on the counter for the scene he caused, even if Maria and Oscar, her co-worker, only seem to find some sick comedy in his romantic misery.

Like his mask before, his best-laid plans lie in strips like confetti at his feet.

Beneath the heavy disappointment lies a thrill stirring the blood in his veins. He’s learnt more than one lesson from Rhys. Anything worth obtaining is worth the chase.

* He is left sitting with fourteen scones and a tepid drink to mull over how spectacularly his plan imploded but how it still felt like winning to spar with her in an overpriced coffee shop over baked goods. He starts to plan his next strike fuelled by sweet pastry and the memory of burning, steel eyes fixated wholly on him, the way he intends to keep them for the rest of his life. This is the first chapter of their forever.

#nessian #cassian #nesta #nesta archeron deserves better #this is unhealthy #acotar fanfic #gemwrites

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im thinking thoughts…have them. stan and kyle as gym bros. i love them sm. (NOT A SHIP just dudes being bros)

it was kyle’s idea during a basketball off season to start going to an actual gym but he wanted an accountability buddy so he convinced stan to join with him. unfortunately stan doesn’t wanna go half the time (he is busy with warhammer 4k) and kyle has to drag him by his feet to the car because god forbid he miss a workout but also god forbid he have to ask some beefhead to spot him

kyle is so judgmental of the other guys in the gym that grunt and slam weights and snort creatine off their biceps, stan is like “just ignore it dude” and kyle is like “🙄oh my god they are so annoying and no one is impressed by them and yayayayaya” u know how he is.. he’s probably told one or two to SHUT UP and it worked cus he used the jersey powers.

they would encourage each other and kyle would never judge stan for anything. they do rip on each other a little for fun though and get into some friendly competition, it’s harmless. stan prefers working his upper body, kyle is all about legs. gotta keep that butt. stan refuses to do cardio because it makes his asthma act up but kyle is a runner. though i think he would prefer running outside rather than a treadmill, so he doesn’t do that at the gym.

kyle takes preworkout for MaXimUm GAInS (he was persuaded by some tiktok) and once stan took some but it made him so anxious he threw up. aw.

its just a thing that they do together and they bond over and it ends up helping stan’s mental health so much and improving kyle’s confidence. kyle unfortunately would get so confident that he would make some really cringe gym tiktoks. (you know that one glow up trend. the “16 missed calls” one. he would fucking do that) and even though stan is all strong now, shelley can still take his ass down with ease

ok thats all i got for now

y’know what? i can see this

used to go to the gym myself during the summer (had a bad habit of skipping out during school because i got busy-i’m old enough to get a membership now though) and i’ve experienced true gym bros. like the ones who come out with their dumb little towels and slam the weights. it’s annoying lol-i get where kyle is coming from

and i can see him dragging stan along. he tried getting the whole group to go but when he asked cartman to spot him he wouldn’t do it, and when he did he let go of the weight. kyle nearly broke his back. maybe even broke a rib from it. cartman didn’t care. kenny was trying but with how much he works he’s usually unable to go. and his work schedule night as well be a workout for him. so it’s just stan and kyle.

stan probably kinda just sits there and watches for the most part. he works his arms and legs but that’s about it. like you said, he can’t go too far because of his asthma. likewise, kyle can’t go too far because of his diabetes, which frustrates him immensely. he tries to push himself when it comes to working out so someone usually has to intervene before he has a diabetic crisis. kyle defo has that sleeper build tho

(side note and a bit off topic but i feel like kyle would technically be overweight, but not with fat. muscle weighs more than fat, and kyle is mostly muscle, therefore i feel like he would classify as overweight but he’s not like chubby or anything. cartman keeps insisting on calling kyle fatass and saying ‘kyle being overweight is karma’ but he doesn’t seem to get that the way kyle is overweight and the way cartman is overweight are vastly different)

anyway. great headcanons, i love love love!!

#south park #skipper speaks #anon #answered #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #asks

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Broman head canons? :v

oh ym god I literally have SO MANY floating around in my notes app

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roman signs off his emails with “- Rom” because its brucies nickname for him

brucie gets roman to take photos of him without a shirt on for social media (which led roman to having a crush on brucie)

when brucie is excited he yells out “god I could just kiss you right now!!” without thinking. And it makes roman blush

roman will NOT stop sending cute animal videos to brucie. Yes brucie watches them all

despite neither of them being able to cook for shit, they have a set of pink aprons that they take cute photos in

roman took brucie out to get milkshakes once! he poured creatine in both of their shakes and roman never took him out for drinks again

the only reason brucie took that joke about wanting to date roman back was because niko said “ill let him know”

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rhats all I have so far sorry💔 ill write more someday trust

#im cringe but im free #gta 4 #gta iv #brucie kibbutz #roman bellic #bruice bellic sounds nice actually #roman kibbutz….

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hi my baby! I am so excited to see what you have to write, my girl genius :) tell the class more about danseur!abby perhaps?

tiki, my little bird 🥹🤍 you have been one of my greatest sources of support throughout this process, my golden thread to my rickety little loom. let me go ahead and dump some of the little anecdotes i haven’t spoiled to you thus far —-

danseur!abby has the diet of a twenty-five year old gym rat that wears sleeveless muscle tees and microdoses on creatine. this girl has the diet of a goddamn thirteen year old. reader will take her to a nice restaurant and try to coerce her into expanding her palette with fettuccini alfredo and will still have to watch her order some variation of chicken and rice.

danseur!abby only gets to warm up with the girls for the first twenty minutes of rehearsal — then the room splits and she’s left to fend for herself between fourteen trained male ballerinas with calves the size of war tanks and egos to match.

and as much as she fails to take notice of the attention she gets from the other half of the studio, her peers don’t. half of their rehearsals are accompanied by bickering and half-hearted threats, locker room talk that somehow flies right over abby’s head despite how large her r presence looms. every group of men will have them — a gaggle of gross boys that thrive off of how disgusting they are, like a fungus.

jonas is no exception.

jonas says shit like “if anderson doesn’t give her a reason to feel all hot and bothered up there, then i wouldn’t mind giving her some inspiration.” after you and abby attempt to rehearse your first act together.

jonas also has such a punchable face. and every time those sinister features curl into a mere sign of joy, abby is suddenly and ferociously all too overwhelmed with the need to pummel them clean off.

so she says shit like “you don’t even know how to inspire your left hand, asshole” and considers him lucky that he’s caught her one such a good day

danseur!abby also likes to play rough. likes to manhandle you around once you start getting more comfortable with her. when she sees you struggling with a particularly weighty turn, she cups the hinge of your hip, the curve of your thigh, and takes that little bit of weight off of you. cheers you on with a breathless chuckle of “that’s it, there she is”

danseur!abby finds out that you have a hard time falling asleep, that you’re wracked with some kind of guilt that just won’t shake, and refuses to leave your side until your knocked out. she doesn’t realize how bad it was until you’re ten minutes into 2am and you’re knee is still bouncing up and down while you fight to grasp sleep with sober hands. you’re not sure if it’s the scent of her perfume — clean, with hints cashmere and vanilla — or the weight of her palm atop your knee. you’re not sure if you can’t sleep as per usual, or your veins are a live wire

what you do know it that it’s an innocent gesture to start. she wraps one arm around your shoulder. it’s supposed to be comforting. then she other reaches over and settles her palm at the center of your chest, right beneath your collarbones. it’s supposed to be comforting. but then her palm presses, rakes back and forth over the length of your chest. and you know it’s supposed to be comforting. so why do you hum? why do you swallow a moan so loud that it rattles against your chest and beats up her palm?

and how do you end up with one of those palms between your thighs, legs bracketing her hips and fingers clawing at her shoulders like a restless kitten? back arched deep enough to ride the hem of your nightgown over your ass and expose your needy form while you search for more friction, more pressure, more of HER as she uses the cusp of her hand to smear your wetness all around. you practically dry hump her hand until you’re all tuckered out and she still runs small, comforting circles against your back while you come down against her shoulder.

danseur!abby aims to please, hell she aims to overexceed, and you have proven to be no exception

always saves a seat for her mom and dad whenever she has a show. jerry always tries to reason with her, remind her that an empty seat is a seat that could be given to someone who would really appreciate it, but abby is stubborn if not prepared, and reminds him that “mom would appreciate it, too, if she were here. sometimes i just need a bit of a reminder.” and he caves

he always catches her peeping out the side of the curtains to see if he’s at her show, and he is, flanked by an empty chair and paired with a proud little wave

cellist!ellie, nestled in the pit of the orchestra, also tends to notice, and christens her performance with her middle finger every time she sees her as well

#idk why it got smutty halfway through #but danseur!abby yeah!!!

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mephinomaly · 5 months

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[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 7

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Time: That day, in the middle of the night.

Location: In a dream after taking sleeping medication

Rei: Fumu.

Seems I have safely made my way into the world of dream once more.

Rei: Hmmhmm ~...♪

Rei: There is old me, walking along bursting with confidence. He seems well.

Nay, rather I am attempting to shake off my sorrow by acting tough. How pitiful.

This is… This is the truth, I am drifting overseas.

I am away from my home, troubled, full of grief, searching for something entertaining.

You won’t find your bluebird of happiness like this, young me.

Anyhow. According to the AIIE experiment manual, if you can remember the keyword before entering a dream state—

It is possible for one to interfere with the dream state you are in, or rather, interfere with yourself.

However, I do not have the freedom to move as a video game character would.

Though it is multides better than simply standing on the sidelines.

I am no longer a silent reader.

I am alive.

Location: Livehouse

Koga: ♪~♪~♪~

~...♪

Rei: —Yo~, Rei Sakuma-chan has returned.

Koga: Sakuma-senpai.

You- uh, I um uhhh.

Rei: W-what’s up? Your whole body’s twitchin’, you comin’ down with somethin’...?

Haha. You’re a weird kid, Wanko.

Koga: S-shut up… Don’t talk to me.

I was tryin’ really hard to stop myself from huggin’ you and goin' “waaha! Sakuma-senpai! WooOO!”

Rei: C’mon, no need to hold back. Good boy～♪

Koga: …eH!?

Rei: Goo~d boy, good good boy… You were lonely without me, weren’t ya? Sorry, Wanko.

Haha. When I was younger, I used t’hug my lonely little bro like this all the time.

Koga: ...! ...! ...!

G-get off me… You’re someone who everyone admires ‘n shines from afar, you don’t hafta be nice t’me.

I’ll get you dirty.

Rei: What are you talkin’ about, stuuupid. I can hug who I want when I want, yeah?

That was a real sad story, wasn't it?

Koga: ...?

Rei: Anyway. This sort of sixth sense—Nah, more like a weird feelin’ that told me I hadta hurry back home.

So I came back as quick as I could. So, what’s happenin’?

Were you able t’exterminate those “vampires”?

Well, it’s kind of my job but ya know.

Koga: Uh, nothin’s really changed…

They quietened down for a bit but then when you left, they startin’ actin’ all crazy again.

Now they’re still non-stop complainin’. It’s fuckin’ annoyin’.

But don’t worry about it. Hasumi-senpai’s is usin’ the Student Council to put school rules into place, ‘n creatin’ an environment where people don’t turn t’do shit like that.

But if you ask me, I don’t really get it. Don’t think shit like that is gonna make a difference.

Rei: Right. Just ‘cos you put a sign up doesn’t mean anyone’s gonna read it. It’s like an annoyin’ little fly at most.

Koga: At the moment, not even a magic card could change anythin’.

Rei: Magic card? What are you on about?

Koga: Uh, um, it’s uh. I like card games. That’s all.

Rei: Yeah? Is it fun? Next time you got some free time, teach me how to play ♪

I’ve been so fuckin’ bored lately, I’ll take anythin’ at this point.

Koga: That’s not… Sakuma-senpai, please do something. Glasses is way out of his depth.

Rei: “Way out of his depth”? Haha, wish that was true.

He’s got a long way t’go. Even if he ain’t enough on his own, until he can be my playmate again—.

Koga: ...?

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #undead climax #koga oogami #rei sakuma

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kontextmaschine · 1 year

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how did you arrive at creatine as the solution, was it a craving or something like that

It first struck all at once when I was in my bedroom at the end of the night, I struggled to bed, fell asleep, and was still so weak on waking my resting breath didn't completely cycle the air in my lungs, so I manually took deep breaths.

That made me feel marginally better so I tried hyperventilating, that made me feel marginally better yet, enough to struggle to the kitchen.

I grabbed a few chunks of dried pineapple to eat and that made me even marginally better still, but I was still absolutely feeble.

I had a clever generalist's understanding of things, though.

"Huh, more oxygen helps… more blood sugar helps… but even together they're not enough. This sounds like an issue with aerobic energy generation."

And I knew that creatine enables anaerobic energy generation from fat, which can be drawn on when energy demand exceeds aerobic capacity, and I had some on hand and I thought "may as well try", so moving as if gravity was 3 times as strong I took a few scoops in a cup of water, shook it up, gulped down, a few minutes later I did in fact feel better so I did it again and I was back to normal.

And then I mad scientist laughed my ass off, I'm extremely proud of that one, made me feel like Batman reasoning his way out of the Riddler's trap.

#kontextmaschine loses weight

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underground-boss-clay · 8 months

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Dazzling gleam: what amazes you

@ballonleastadiumofficial

Mils, I really ain't in the mood right now...

I'm not asking you to answer them all at once, just--it might get your mind off things.

...

Plus Bede sent the first question~!

Awright awright...

Frankly quite a few things amaze me, startin' with how quickly our world is progressin'. Different corners of the earth that once didn't know anythin' beyond their shores, suddenly exchanging goods and creatin' marvels of technology and science. Things from long ago constantly bein' uncovered or rediscovered and bringin' older days to light. A satisfying way of bringin' things full circle, while also movin' out beyond what was already done.

#pokemon irl #Ask #ballonleastadiumofficial #Here's the Dirt #Mildred from PR

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resurrection-of-soul · 13 days

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Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 7

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Rei, Koga, Adonis, Kaoru

[ For the best viewing experience, please read directly on my blog! ♪ ]

Time: Later that day, in the dead of night.

After taking the sleeping pills again, Rei and Kaoru find themselves back in the dream world.

Rei: (Hm.) (It seems we hath safely entered the dream once more.)

From offscreen, past Rei is heard cheerfully humming.

Rei: (And lo, there goes my past self, sauntering down the street as though he holds sovereignty of it, exuding the confidence that defined my yesteryears. How spirited thou art.) (Yet, 'tis merely an attempt to cast off thy sorrow by donning a boisterous mask, is it not? What a pitiful creature.) (Let's see, this place is… It appears thou art wandering about overseas, just as I once did in the real course of history.) (Wearied by the tribulations and woes of thy homeland, thou departed in pursuit of joy.) (But no matter how diligent thy search, the bluebird of happiness shall not appear before thee, o' young one.) (In any event, according to the AIIE experiment manual, if one strongly concentrates on preset keywords, one may exert a certain degree of influence over the dream—) (Or more precisely, over oneself within the dream.) (It does now bestow upon thee the level of control which one might exert over a character in a videogame, yet 'tis still a hundredfold better than being forced to stand idle witness as history repeats itself.) (I am no longer a mere reader, passively watching as the story unfolds.) (I am alive.)

Scene change

Koga: ♪~♪~♪ ~......♪

Rei: Heeey! I'm hooome~! Sakuma Rei-chan has returned~

Koga: Sakuma-senpai- W, Wo- Wh-Whuh- Woa-

Rei: Wh-what's wrong? Yer whole body's shakin', ya sick or somethin'…? Haha. What a weird kid y' are, Puppy.

Koga: Sh, shut up… Don't talk to me right now. I'm desperately fightin' down the urge to hug ya and start yellin' "WOOHOO! SAKUMA-SENPAI! WOOOO!" okay?!

Rei: It's totally fine if ya don't fight that down, though. There theeee~re…♪

Koga: ……n!?

Rei: Okay, there there, good boy… You must've been lonely while I was gone. Sorry, Puppy. Haha. When we were younger, I used to give my lil' bro hugs like this all the time whenever he was feelin' lonely.

Koga: ……! ……! ……!

Koga: P-please cut it out… Sakuma-senpai, you're the object a' everyone's admiration, shinin' from afar. Ya shouldn't go outta yer way t' be nice ta someone like me. I'll tarnish ya.

Rei: What're ya saying, stu~upid? Am I¹ not even allowed ta give someone a hug? That'd be pretty damn sad, wouldn't it?

Koga: ……?

Rei: More importantly, some kinda sixth sense started actin' up — or rather, there was this strange sensation urgin' me on from within, so I hurried on home, but… How's the situation right now? Were ya able t' exterminate those "vampires" that were runnin' wild? Well, it doesn't really matter to me either way, though.

Koga: Nah, the situation hasn't really changed much… They quieted down for a bit, but after ya went abroad, they started actin' up again. Now they're buzzin' around all over the damned place. It's so freakin' annoyin'. But don't worry. Hasumi-senpai's supposedly revitalizin' the student council right now, workin' on improvin' the environment and creatin' rules to prevent students from goin' astray n' becomin' delinquents. Or, well, that's what he said, but t' be honest, I don't really understand that kinda complex stuff, n' if you ask me it doesn't reaaaally seem to be havin' any effect.

Rei: That sounds about right. Just declarin' yourself the student council doesn't mean anythin' if ya don't have any authority. It's like a little birdie chirpin' away in the background. People 're just gonna ignore it.

Koga: Basically, it doesn't matter how powerful yer magic cards are if the field prevents ya from activatin' its effects, huh.

Rei: Uh, what're ya goin' on about?

Koga: Um, uh… I… I like card games. That's what I was going on about.²

Rei: Ohh… Are card games fun? Teach me how to play next time you're free ♪ I'm always bored outta my damn mind, 'specially lately.

Koga: This ain't the time fer idle chitchat… Please do somethin', Sakuma-senpai. That four-eyes seriously ain't cut out for this.³

Rei: "Overqualified for the role³," huh? Haha, it'd be great if that were the case. Please grow big, bouzu. To the point where people consider ya overqualified, so ya can be my playmate again.

Koga: ……?

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ore-sama-chan

Koga drops the -sama from his personal pronoun as well as the delinquent speech in this line. The kid is embarrassed beyond belief.

The word used here is 役不足. This word tends to be enormously misused by the general public. Much like the English phrase "could care less" is often used to mean the opposite of what the phrase implies, 役不足 means to be massively overqualified for your job, but is colloquially used to mean you're not up to the task. There really wasn't a clean way to translate this, as Koga uses it to mean the latter, while Rei means the former.

#ensemble stars #enstars translation #rei sakuma #koga oogami #flashback #psychobreak

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writtenjewels · 1 year

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Ride Along part 3

Part One, Part Two

Salim pulled his patrol car into its usual space and headed into the station. Jason was already there waiting for him in the lobby with the bulletproof vest on. Salim was a little surprised that the younger man wanted to shadow him again; he thought for sure Jason had hated the stakeout. Salim acknowledged him with a wave and got some coffee for them both.

“I hope I didn't keep you waiting long,” Salim said.

“Nah. Just long enough for some of the officers to wonder if I was waitin' to be booked for somethin'.” Jason took the coffee with a nod of thanks and sipped it.

“You do have that sort of face,” Salim teased. Jason gave him a look but couldn't stop the little upward twitch of his mouth. Apparently he liked the banter between them as much as Salim did.

“If you're done bein' a smart-ass, you owe me a trip to the courthouse.”

That was true, but when they went to lunch yesterday they got to talking and Salim had forgotten about it. It turned out that at one point, they were both on the track for military careers. Salim managed to be accepted into the police academy instead while Jason had failed his physical and turned to acting instead. He caught the bug and was now making it his career. Salim had dropped Jason off at some acting group yesterday with the promise of another ride-along.

“How did your acting meeting go?” Salim wondered as he drove.

“It was an improv class,” Jason corrected him. “And it was fun. I take it every week to keep my acting skills sharp. I can show you once we reach the courthouse.”

“I'd love that,” Salim agreed in delight.

Once they arrived, Salim gave a quick tour of the space. Jason nodded along, probably familiar with the layout from various movies and television shows.

“You ever have to do a shift here?”

“On smaller cases, or when I'm the arresting officer. They would have someone with more experience if it was a more high-profile case.”

Jason was walking the space, taking it in. He paused by the witness stand and the judge's desk. When he turned back to Salim, his face had shifted to one of worry. He grabbed Salim by the wrist and pulled him toward the front row of audience seating.

“Quick, get down!”

“What's wrong?”

“Just keep your head down,” Jason hissed. “I don't think they followed us.” They who? What was he talking about? “If they do find us,” Jason went on, “we could claim sanctuary.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

Jason made the time-out gesture. “I'm showin' you what improv is like. I started the scene and your job is to keep it goin'. Feed off of what I give ya and I'll bounce it right back, creatin' a whole story.”

“I see.” This wasn't what he expected when Jason offered to show Salim improv. “I don't have any acting experience,” Salim warned.

“It's okay, just say whatever comes to mind.”

“I'll give it a try,” Salim agreed. “Though... why did you make us criminals hiding from the law?”

“I didn't.” Jason flashed a grin. “You did just now. And we're rollin' with it.” He made the time-in gesture and gave Salim a nod to continue. Silence hung between them as Salim hunted for what to say. Jason said something about sanctuary...

“We can't claim sanctuary here, not after what we've done.”

“We ain't got much choice, Salim.” His heart gave a funny little skip hearing his first name spoken so casually.

“No. I think we should fight.” Jason raised an eyebrow. “If we stand together, we could win,” Salim explained.

“Okay, I'm with ya. You got anything we can use as weapon around here?” Of course he did: Salim always carried a weapon on the job. But he wasn't going to pull a gun out here. Before he could say so, Jason mimed picking something up and tapping it against the palm of his hand. “Found a fireplace poker.”

“And you can use this,” Salim decided, handing over another invisible object. “I used the poker to pry that metal off the wall.”

“Nice one.” Jason lifted it like he was holding up a shield. The sword and the shield. It was fitting, somehow. “Now let's kick some ass!”

“End scene?” Salim suggested.

“Yep.” Jason grinned at him. “That was awesome! I wasn't expectin' a fight.”

“I suppose I've always been more of a confrontational person,” Salim mused. “And you were right, it was fun. Though we really should get back to my patrol if you want to study law enforcement.”

“Sure.” Silence fell between them and Salim turned to lead them back outside the courthouse. “Just no more stakeouts, all right?”

“If you insist.” Salim hid a smile. “I don't grill that much, anyway.” He waited and was rewarded with a snort and a roll of Jason's eyes.

“Your jokes are so fuckin' terrible.”

“You laugh at them,” Salim pointed out.

“I didn't say I didn't like 'em,” Jason shrugged. This time Salim couldn't hide the smile, and he felt his heart flutter again.

#jason x salim #jason/salim #jason kolchek x salim othman #jason kolchek #salim othman #jalim #house of ashes

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da-gamingojichan · 8 months

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Robooty's awezome itager sex fanfic (AIDS EDITION)

PREAMBLE: you all may know my hit fanfiction on the ao3.... but i mentioned in the tags theres an aids edition where practically all the dialogue has their accents completely horrible and inaccurately written out. the very last bits dont have that but its because I was fighting for my life against sickness and the school chromebook to finish the fic when i made it okay shit happened. ill link the ao3 version thats #normal and what you should read if ur gunna read this shit. but for the robootyling that begged me on mai blog to post the aids edition.... this is for you ❤️

LINK TO NORMAL ONE

PREAMBLE OVER. SEX COMMENCE!!!!!

Germany nervously thumbed the note cards in his hands as he awaited Italy's arrival. The man blushed as he skimmed over the contents he had copied down from The Beginner’s Guide To Sex For the Hard-Hearted German on said pieces of paper the night earlier. He shifted the note cards to face more inwards towards himself, despite the fact he was alone in the hotel room. And also that if anyone even were to steal the note cards it would take them at least five minutes to decipher what was written down in his microscopic neat handwriting. Nervously, he fiddled with the edge of the ski mask on his face.

Yes, he had a ski mask on his head for the past twenty minutes. Germany had realized that even thinking about the event to come made his entire face flush a noticeable red. He couldn’t even imagine how blushed he’d look during the actual activity itself and decided that sort of thing was much too shameful to show Italy, so he found a solution. Wearing a ski mask on his face would be the perfect fix to make sure his lover wouldn’t see all the blood in his body rushing to his head when it’s supposed to be going to his… vital regions.

He also realized that he would probably make all sorts of embarrassing sounds and maybe even get so overwhelmed he’d attack Italy by instinct once they got down to business. So to combat this he also procured a duffle bag that sat next to the bed with duct tape, rope, and a knife to cut both items with. The duct tape would be perfect to put over his mouth to make sure any strange sounds he would make would become inaudible, and the rope could be used if he felt that he might need to be restrained to protect his husband.

He also had a yak tranquilizer in there too.

Just in case y’know?

Sure it may be a bit strange, but Italy probably wouldn’t even find it noticeable after listening to Germany’s explanation and adjusting to it all. At least that’s what Austria said when he consulted him on the matter. Apparently he and Hungary did that sort of thing all the time or something.

The blonde country sighed as he tucked the notecards into his pocket and fiddled with his hands while listening to the clock tick by. He suddenly focused his eyes on said clock and squinted.

“Vait. Vat ze hell?,” he thought, “Zat clock iz vun quarter of unt second off! I must fix it!”

The country quickly stood up from where he was sitting at the edge of the bed and brought the clock down into his hands as started to tinker with it. He had momentarily worried about Italy arriving while he was adjusting the clock, but decided that it would be fine, he needed something to get his mind off of what they would be doing together once his husband arrived. Instead he decided to recount what had happened to bring him to the hotel room in the first place.

It all started two weeks prior on Germany and Italy’s anniversary. The German had as always agonizingly created a meticulous plan for Italy to ruin immediately. Although this year had been a surprise since the brunette ruined Germany’s plans not by his usual antics like flashing his dick in a restaurant and getting them kicked out or getting distracted by street cats a few too many times, rather he’d told Germany that he made their plans all by himself for a change.

Now Germany could have told Italy that he spent weeks creating the itinerary for the day already and would receive nothing but understanding sprinkled with bits of praise from the Italian for always being so prepared. But the moment he saw the earnest look in his husband’s eyes that showed he really did try his best making the plans for a change this time, all notions of following through with the reservations he had made flew out the window.

It was fine, sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, especially the greatest good which was accepting Italy’s displays of affections. No matter how frustrating or unpleasant or downright humiliating they could be at times. Besides, few canceled reservations was still infinitely better than the time the brunette uploaded on his official country of Italy account a post captioned “pasta in the shape of Germany’s anatomy” with a rather… uncouth, but delicious looking picture attached. Not to mention how Italy later begged the referenced country to reblog the photo onto his own official country account.

He did reblog it of course.

Anyways, Germany was rather excited to see what Italy had in store for him. Even though he knew the plans would not be as elaborate or well thought out as his own usually are, he still highly anticipated seeing what his husband prepared for him.

But how was he supposed to expect that after a day of a surprisingly well thought out and romantic anniversary date that the Italian planned to bed him?!

Like seriously! He had already mentally prepared himself for kissing and hand holding and possibly even a heavy make out session before snuggling in bed– but definitely not going all the way! Sure it might have been because it was specifically their hundredth anniversary they were celebrating, but that still is moving a bit fast isn’t it!?

The worst part was that the way the German realized that his husband wanted to have s… se…

…coitus. With Him.

Was when during their make out session the Italian palmed his lover’s dick firmly in his hand through the man’s pants only for Germany to suddenly suplex him out of sheer battle instincts.

The taller man quickly snapped out of it and helped Italy up before grabbing an ice pack from his fridge for his head. Forgetting completely about Italy copping a feel after effectively giving his husband a concussion on their anniversary night, he apologized profusely for the wrestling move as he asked if he was alright. The brunette was only slightly dazed since his brain was already so damaged that a hit like that barely did any harm to him at all. Yet he still stayed silent and kept his head lowered as tears began to pool into his eyes.

Germany started to panic, but before he could get a word out the shorter man lifted his head to make eye contact with him and asked with the seriousness of a man on death row, “Germany. Am I-a rizzless?”

The German did not know how to respond to that. He merely gaped at him for a moment before sputtering out, “V-Vhat are you talking avout? Of courze you have rizz!”

Italy bore his gaze into his lover’s eyes. “Then why… why…,” he trailed off.

“Why vhat?,” Germany asked, panic now replaced with confusion since he now knew the Italian wasn’t badly hurt.

Italy trembled as he brought his head back down before surging upwards and yelling at Germany with a hint of desperation, “WHY HAVE WE-A NEVA BANGED?! I KNOW YOU’RE NOT TE ASEXUAL JAHMANY! I’VE SEEN HOW YOU CUT OUT-A PICTURES OF MAH HEAD AND PASTE IT ONTO THE BOHDIES OF ALL THE PEOPLES IN YOUR PORN MAGAZINES! AM I-A JUST NOT YOUR BODY TYPE? ARE ANEMIC BOYS LIKE SWEETZERLAND MORE YOUR-A STYLE?”

Meanwhile, in a house far away from the two other countries, Switzerland sneezed.

“VHAT!?,” yelled the German, leaning back from his lover’s outburst, “VHAT ARE YOU TALKING AVOUT ITALY?!”

“ONE HUNDRED YEARS WE’VE-A BEEN MARRIED AND NEVER ONCE HAVE YOU EXPLAINED WHY WE DON’T GO PAST KISSING! AN ITALIAN LIKE-A ME CAN ONLY GO SO LONG WITHOUT ANY-A ACTION! I USED TO HAVE AT LEAST THREE GIRLS-A NIGHT! NOW I’VE BEEN OVER A HUNDRED YEARS ABSTINENT,“ Italy cried as he threw himself into Germany’s arms, “do you know how-a bad that is for someone like-a me? My soul is degrading Jahmany. MY SOUL! Is it-a because you don’t like my body? You told-a me about how you think of-a me during your monthly scheduled jack off sessions! Just tell-a me why Jahmany– why!”

Germany was stunned beyond words. Italy’s indecipherable speech was something that the man had become fluent in for years, but the Italian had spoken so quickly and frantically that even he had to take a moment to process what exactly had just spat out at him at rapid fire.

As the man fully processed what his husband rambled out a flush rose up his neck to the top of his head. He looked down at the teary eyed brunette snuggled in his chest and quickly proceeded with damage control.

“n-NO! Italy it’z not like zat at all!,” he quickly reassured, “u-uhm I love your body! It’s not displeazing to me at all! I especially vike how your torso haz vun arm on each side! And-and how ven you open your eyez I can see your vhites in zem! The reason we haven’t… done things… like zat yet is uhm… vell I haven’t exactly zhought ve’d be doing zhose activities anytime soon…”

He paused as he downcast his eyes, looking away from the brunette for a moment.

Before he decidedly gave out a long exhale and mumbled under his breath, “vut it’z not vike I don't VANT to…”

The Italian abruptly paused secretly motorboating Germany’s tits once he heard the man’s barely audible confession. In an instant, his tears receded into his eyes (in a very frankly disturbing manner, since tears should not be able to do that; you know how Hetalia’s animation budget gets sometimes) and he immediately looked up towards his lover as he broke into an excited grin.

“REALLY JAHMANY?! FOR-A REAL-SIES?!,” Italy shouted as he lunged towards the German’s face, “YOU WANNA █████████████████████ AND THEN ████████████████ TO YOUR-A █████████████ SO I ████████████████████████ THEN I █████████ ALL-A OVER YOU AND DON’T STOP EVEN WHEN YOU █████████ AND THEN-A WE BOTH █████████████████████████████!!!!!!”

Germany snapped his eyes back to look at the Italian as he sputtered from all the profane and lewd things his husband had just shoved into his mind to imagine. He could feel his head steaming as he made a few choked noises trying to figure out how to begin to respond to something like that until he finally gave up. He sighed in defeat before he averted his gaze again and hesitantly mumbled, “Ja.”

Italy immediately glomped the man as hard as he could, making Germany fall backwards slightly as he let out a startled yelp.

“OH JAHMANY I’M-A SO HAPPY! YOU’LL REALLY LIKE SEX JAHMANY I-A KNOW YOU WILL I’M REALLY REALLY REALLLYY GOOD AT IT! I-A MAY NOT BE ABLE TO FIGHT FOR SHIT BUT I-A DO KNOW MY WAY AROUND-A PERSON’S ASSHOLE! OR WELL– A PRETTY LADY’S ASSHOLE, BUT YOU’RE A PRETTY MAN AND-A EVERYONE HAS AN ASSHOLE SO I’M SURE IT’S-A BASICALLY THE SAME! I’M SO SO GLAD JAHMANY! I’M-A SO GLAD YOU DO WANT TO BANG AND I’M-A SO GLAD MY BEAUTIFUL BODY IS-A NOT JUST IRRESISTIBLE TO EVERY-A WOMAN ON PLANET EARTH, BUT ALSO IRRESISTIBLE TO YOU TOO!,” he excitedly rambled into his husband's ear, “EVEN WITH MY-A WEIRD PENIS!”

Germany instinctually reciprocated the hug and patted Italy’s back as his head tilted downwards into the other man’s shoulder.

“Ja Ja. I do,” he muttered with embarrassment tinging his voice, “even vith your… unique penis.”

Italy made a content “ve~” and further snuggled into the German’s hug. A silence stretched as they mutually enjoyed each other's embrace.

That is until Italy grabbed Germany’s balls again and got suplexed immediately.

Italy let out a surprised, “VE-” and Germany made a panicked noise as he immediately released the other man and picked him up to sit him down in his previous spot. The taller man fumbled to grab the previously discarded ice pack while his husband sat dazed for slightly longer than after the first suplex. He still came back to his senses astonishingly quickly though, since getting multiple concussions in one day was just another Tuesday for the Italian.

This time though, the blonde was the first one to speak.

“VAT ZE HELL VAS ZAT?!,” he angrily scolded, “VHY DID YOU DO ZAT?? I SUPLEXED YOU LITERALLY TWO MINUTES AGO FOR TOUCHING MEIN DEUTSCH BALLS!”

Italy let out a confused ve as Germany rubbed his head on the spot that hit the ground.

“B-but I-a thought you said you WANTED to-a get-a down and dahty with me Jahmany.”

“J-Ja I do!,” the German replied as he quickened the pace of his rubbing to distract himself from his rising embarrassment, “vut obviously I need unt time to prepare!”

He paused in contemplation for a moment.

“Vun month should be sufficient, " he concluded.

“VE?!” Italy yelled as he shot up out of the man’s hold, “DEADASS??”

Germany startled backwards from the outburst and replied in an agitated tone, “Yes “deadass”! How do you expvect me to read unt annotate ze whole Guide to Sex for Ze Hard Hearted German series in less time zan zat? Zere’s five books to study and-”

Germany was cut off by the shorter man putting his hands on his shoulders with a face that could only be described as radiating the sentiment of “this faggot cannot be serious right now”.

“Jahmany. Jahmany. Amore mio. Listen to me,” He gritted out as he opened his eyes, “You do not need to read five books to prepare for sex.”

Germany gaped at him for a moment, not because he opened his eyes while saying his statement, but because while saying it Italy had dropped his accent out of sheer exasperation.

“Vut… Vut what if I do it badly?,” he hesitantly protested, all the fight draining out of him after hearing his husband get so tired of his shit he became normal.

Italy continued to stare him directly into his eyes with an alarming seriousness, “Germany. You will not do badly. There is no conceivable way for you to disappoint me. I have jerked off to you twice a day for the past hundred years without fail– yes, even while I had pneumonia that one time. I’ve imagined literally every scenario possible with you. In fact there is no scenario I’ve imagined with you that I didn’t like at least a little bit too. There’s no physically possible way for me to not like banging you.”

Germany’s blush deepened as he listened to the brunette’s confession, his embarrassment only amplified from being pinned down by the other’s intense stare. He instinctually averted his eyes while he hung his head in a bit of shame as he started realizing maybe he was being the ridiculous one here.

The Italian’s eyes softened as they slipped back closed and he cupped his husband’s cheek into his hand to bring his face back to his own, “But you-a know that if you-a really are uncomfortable or scared or-a anything at all we don’t-a have to have sex okay?,” he began stroking his cheek gently with his thumb, “I-a just want you to-a know that there’s no part of me that doesn’t desire you. It’s-a completely okay if you don’t-a want to do that-a sort-a of thing now or even ever. Even if we-a start and you don’t-a want to keep-a going suddenly then-a we-a can stop anytime. I just know how-a shy you can be about things and how you sometimes worry about-a me too much, so I need-a to push you to let-a you-a know you shouldn’t be worried about-a my end.”

The blonde brought his hand up to Italy’s wrist that was holding his face and forced his eyes back to his lover’s face. Furrowing his brow a little bit from fighting against his instincts to look away again, he responded, “Vell… if you really are svure you are fine vith me being less zan properly prepared… ven I zink ve could arrange somevhing next veek…”

The shorter man brought his face closer to Germany’s, “Are you really sure?”

“Ja,” the German replied, fighting for his life against his embarrassment and autism to maintain eye contact.

Feeling his nerves about to get the best of him, he moved his head back and closed his eyes while he quickly added, “vut not ze ██████████████ und ze █████████████ and also ze ███████████!”

He turned his face away as he muttered, “At least not for now… Zat’s vay too much for ze firvst time! And also ESPECIALLY not ze ███████████ too okay?!”

Italy had proceeded to pull him into a kiss and murmured something about how cute he was as he decided to continue what they left off at in their make-out session twenty minutes ago.

Afterwards while cuddling they both agreed to book a hotel room the next Saturday for their highly anticipated activities together and thus, led Germany to where he was now. Now having finished fixing and placing back the clock, he occupied himself by rummaging through the various items in the cabinets to see where the hotel bible was to read a few verses from it.

He was snapped out of his focus when suddenly, he heard a shriek from behind him and swiftly turned towards the source of the sound.

There he saw a teary eyed Italy quite literally shaking in his boots.

“AHHHHH!!!!! INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT WHERES-A GERMANY?!,” Italy screamed as his eyes darted around the room and caught on the open duffle bag, seeing the tape and rope within it, “OH-A MY GOD HE’S TRYING TO-A HARVEST OUR ORGANS OR-A SELL US ON THE-A BLACK MARKET AHHHHHH!!! WHAT HAVE YOU-A DONE TO-A JAHMANY?!”

Germany, realizing that Italy could not recognize him with his ski mask on, quickly strode over to the man to reassure him that there was no intruder that was trying to hate crime them. Unfortunately in his panic it did not occur to him to remove his mask making the Italian only freak out harder.

The brunette immediately made a move to bolt away once he saw the other man start striding towards him, but was caught in the intruder’s arms and struggled to get away as if he was going to be forced to pay his bill at a restaurant. After about five seconds he gave up and pulled out two white flags seemingly out of nowhere and got to doing what he does best, acting like a total pussy.

“PLEASE-A LET ME GO YOU WON’T-A LIKE-A MY ORGANS–THEY’RE FULL OF-A PASTA AND WINE AND JAHMANY’S NASTY WAR BREAD WHICH IS-A CALLED STOLLEN BUT-A DON’T TELL HIM-A THAT I-A CALLED IT THAT BECAUSE I-A LIED AND TOLD HIM I-A LOVED IT WHEN IT-A TASTED REALLY REALLY REALLY BAD– LIKE SUPER DUPER BAD IT-A WAS HARD AND HAD-A NASTY DRIED FRUITS IN IT BUT I-A COULDN’T BREAK HIS HEART AND-A TELL HIM THAT AND ENDED UP HAVING TO-A EAT A WHOLE LOT OF IT– THE THINGS I-A DO FOR LOVE AM I-A RIGHT? SEE I’VE-A HAD A HARD LIFE Y’KNOW SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T HURT MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!,” he rambled while waving his white flags furiously.

Italy felt the grip on him soften as the masked man deflated and in a broken hearted voice said, “Italy… you lied avout viking mein schtollen? Vhy… Vhy did you lie to me…”

“G-germany?,” Italy asked himself as he dropped his white flags to take off the man’s mask, revealing a disillusioned Germany.

He made a startled yell of surprise realizing what he just confessed to the man.

“I-I DIDN’T-A MEAN IT IN THAT-A WAY JAHMANY!!,” he tried to reassure, “YOU-A KNOW I SAY SOME CRAZY THINGS WHEN I’M IN-A TROUBLE–”

He saw that his words were having no impact on his lover’s deflated mood and quickly changed the subject, “UHM! ANYWAYS– I’M-A REALLY GLAD YOU’RE NOT-A SCARY INTRUDER JAHMANY AND YOU DIDN’T-A GET CUT OPEN OR-A SOLD ON THE BLACK MARKET!”

Italy continued rambling about how happy he was that neither of them were going to become meat pies as he untangled himself from Germany's hold and took him by the hand back into the hotel room. He closed the door behind them and led them to the bed.

“Why were you-a wearing such-a scary thing anyways Jahmany?,” Italy asked while holding the ski mask out in front of him as they sat down on the mattress, “and what’s with all the stuff in the duffle bag? I-a thought you didn’t-a want to do anything kinky this-a time?”

Germany, having already forgiven Italy as usual, explained in an increasingly flustered manner his reasoning for the mask and the items in his bag, especially the yak tranquilizer. As the explanation went on Italy’s face went from confused into falling in a grimace-like smile.

“... so zats vhy I prepared all zese zings. Again, I’m sorry vor startling you earlier,” the taller man concluded. He reached to take the ski mask back only for it to be jerked away from him by the Italian.

“Jahmany,” Italy started with tight smile, “thank you for all-a these-a wonderful preparations. But I-a think we won’t-a need these things at-a all. Especially not-a the ski mask. Just-a trust me okay?”

The blonde knit his brows togethers in confusion thinking that Italy surely should have understood why his preparations were needed after his thirty minute explanation. Well, in daily life Italy did have trouble following a line of logic in general so it isn’t too surprising that he was struggling to become agreeable now too.

“Let me explain it to you again zen Italy, so-,” Germany started only to be cut off from Italy lunging himself on top of him, effectively pinning him to the bed kabedon style.

There was no fucking way Italy was going to listen to that thirty minute schpiel again. It was already 10 PM at night and he knew Germany was going to make them get up at 5 AM the next morning to run a few laps to satisfy his autistic need for schedule. He had to get things moving or else he’d be dead in the water with no sleep and no Germussy.

The brunette brought his face close to his lover’s ear and he whispered, “Jahmany, you know I find that-a worrywort side of you-a cute too, but right-a now let me take-a the lead alright?”

For emphasis he proceeded to place a chaste kiss on the back of his husband’s jaw.

Germany’s ears began to burn from the blood rushing to them. In all these years he never could get used to the feeling of the Italian’s lips on his skin. He fumbled trying to formulate a proper response to the man’s compliment and interruption, ending up uttering out, “Ja– y-you too.”

Italy took this as his greenlight to start attacking the man’s face with his own.

Before Germany could overthink about his failure of a response, he felt his husband’s lips press firmly to his.

The shorter man laced their fingers together as he pinned the German’s hands above his head on the bed. Knowing his lover was the type who would always forget to breathe through his nose (it was alright, at least he finally stopped keeping his eyes open while smooching), he broke the kiss before diving back down with more fervor. He swiped his tongue against the bottom lip of the man below him, asking for permission to enter his mouth. As always, his husband obliged and parted his lips modestly.

Germany always thought that feeling a tongue explore his mouth felt a bit weird at first. And in general the act was pretty unsanitary which wasn’t very pleasant either. But when he thought about how the kind of strange tasting tongue in his mouth was his beloved Italy’s, that alone was enough to make the experience enjoyable and start getting him heated up.

The blonde let out a few embarrassed sounds as Italy hummed in content against him before pulling away to see how the other was faring.

He was moving faster than usual since they had bigger fish to fry soon, but was pleased to see that the man below him was doing pretty well. Germany’s face was tickled pink as he panted heavily from, as usual, not breathing through his nose at all. He looked up at Italy in expectation as he unconsciously pursed his lips a bit in an attempt to get rid of the excessive saliva on the corner of his mouth.

The Italian, in an act of true chivalry, kissed the corner of his husband’s mouth to get rid of the excess spit and then began to trail kisses down his jaw and to the wide expanse of his neck.

Instinctually, the taller man craned his neck to give his lover a better angle to nip and nibble at him, but also gave a small protest of surprise, “vait Italy– usually ve–ah! Spend m-more time… mm… k-kissing don’t ve?”

The man paused his assault and lifted his head from the crook of the blonde’s neck.

“Well we have-a lot of-a things to do Jahmany! This-a time kissing isn’t our-a main-a course after all,” Italy replied, soaking in his husband’s flustered disposition to stop himself from diving back in to continue eating away at him.

“Zat iz true… but uhm…,” Germany averted his gaze and mumbled, “kissing iz mein favorite part… so uhm.. c-could we– do that a little more..”

Italy, in all honesty, had never been more aroused in his entire life.

Germany always had a habit of being overly considerate in their relationship in general and the Italian knew that when he didn’t ask for something it wasn’t that he didn’t care, it was just that he didn’t want to be pushy. Especially when it came to romance. So to hear him meekly request for something as sweet as a few more kisses– how could he deny him?

Italy smiled and let go of the blonde’s hands to cup his face and neck as he sweetly maneuvered his mouth to other’s for a little while longer. During which Germany found his arms settling wrapped around his lover’s torso.

As Italy pulled away he brought himself back to the man’s neck and reassured him, “don’t-a worry Jahmany, we’ll still be able to kiss-a later too,” finishing his statement with a chaste kiss behind his ear.

Germany only hugged his lover tighter as Italy resumed sucking dark hickies into his pale skin. He let out little yelps every time the brunette bit down on him and whimpered as the man licked away the marks apologetically afterwards.

“Ah—ah, Italien…,” the German mewled, into the crook of the brunette’s neck, “I- mm… I love you…”

“I-a love you too Germania,” the shorter man breathed into the other man’s skin only to feel him immediately tense up.

Germany swiftly moved his hands to his husband’s shoulder and pushed him away to make eye contact in a deathly serious fashion.

“Italy,” he said while looking him dead in the eye, “do not call me Germania.”

The Italian was startled by such a reaction and blurted out, “wh– why?” with an incredulous look on his face.

“That’s the name of my grandfather.”

Fuck.

Both men did not know how to proceed with their intimate moment together after an interruption like that.

Luckily, before Italy could make a stupid joke that would inevitably downward spiral into them sleeping in bed with awkward half boners together he remembered that in his pocket he had a small charm gifted to him by England. It was given to him as an aid in case something went wrong during his and Germany’s night together. Thank god for him going to England for that fortune telling beforehand!

He immediately pulled out the charm and threw it on the ground before Germany could react and a large poof of smoke surrounded him. As the smoke dissipated he realized he was in the same position he was in before he called his husband by his grandfather’s name.

“Ah—ah Italien…,” the German mewled, into the crook of the brunette’s neck, “I- mm… I love you…”

This time, a much wiser Italy breathed into his skin, “I-a love-a you too Germany” and he felt his lover bury his face deeper into his neck.

Hey guys so this is the part where you read a sex scene written by a guy who has never held hands with someone in his entire life

Through their close embrace, both men could feel the other beginning to harden through their clothes. But this time was different, since for once the two men would be able to do something about their soon to be full mast dicks and that thought alone excited them both further.

Now kissing Germany’s neck less aggressively with only slow, closed mouth presses to his skin, Italy moved his hands and began to unbutton his husband’s collared shirt. He trailed his sappy smooches down to the man’s vast chest that he was oh so familiar with. Shifting his hands to cup the German’s pecs he huffed in displeasure as he felt they were hard and flexed. The brunette rested his face in between his lover’s pecs and looked up at him with the best puppy eyes he could muster.

“Relax for me Jahmany, I-a like them when they’re soft,” he requested, still cupping the hard masses in his palms.

The taller man closed his eyes and muttered out a hesitant, “ja ja” as he willed his muscles to untense. The Italian made a pleased noise as he squished the man’s large pecs in his hands. Truely, a delight better than any girl could provide, he thought to himself.

He experimentally moved his thumbs to push on the other man’s nipples and felt the blonde’s pecs instantly harden once again.

Germany instinctually hugged him much tighter, causing the Italian’s body to press up firmly against his as he let out a surprised “ah!” and inquired, “V-Vhat do you zink you’re doing” through squinted eyes.

“I’m-a playing with your chest Jahmany,” the Italian replied in a cheeky tone, as he proceeded to continue gently messing around with his husband’s pink nubs.

“Ja… vut– nngh you’ve never done somezing vike– ah- zhis b—before,”

“Do you-a like it?”

“It- mmm feels… vierd.. I don’t know if– if it’z ze good… vierd,” the German replied, scrunching together his brows as he consciously loosened his grip on his lover to make sure to not hurt him.

Italy hummed in acknowledgement. It didn’t appear that his lover’s boner was getting any stiffer as he continued playing with his chest. So after a few moments he decided to hell with it and asked, “how does-a this feel then?” before he proceeded to roughly grind his thigh directly into Germany’s crotch.

He instantly felt his husband’s thighs squeeze around his leg as the German threw his head back; hand clamping over his own mouth to suppress the moan that erupted from him. His back arched as his body shuddered. Italy was momentarily concerned that his lover just prematurely ejaculated, but also thought to himself that it would still be kinda cute if he did. Luckily, he knew the man didn’t as he felt Germany unconsciously rock himself slightly against his thigh, searching for more pleasure.

The blonde reached down to grab at Italy’s thigh between his legs before jerking his hand away and choosing to modestly grip at the sheets near their lower regions instead.

“I–ah I vike it–,” he stuttered as he brought his head back forward to face the Italian, face burning red and eyes tightly shut, “I–I vike it down zhere, ah–”

Well then. If the man says he likes it down there then Italy supposes he could sacrifice the rest of the boobies time to indulge him.

Nevermind how Italy could physically feel the blood in his body rushing towards his vital regions after seeing a reaction like that.

The shorter man continued unbuttoning the rest of his husband’s shirt as he trailed kisses down his torso, slowly grinding his leg into the man’s crotch to keep him from becoming impatient. Germany gripped the sheets tighter as he let out a string of “ah”s with every rocking motion. Unconsciously, he tried to speed up the pace, but Italy held his hips firmly in place.

Once the Italian had finished releasing the bottom and final button of the other man’s shirt, he quickly unbuckled his lover’s belt as well and stripped the man of his pants and underwear in one go. Germany let out a squeak in surprise and wanted to kill himself for making such a shameful sound. That was until he felt the cool air hit his now fully hardened dick and realized Italy was staring right at it, now he wanted to double kill himself.

“D—don’t just stare right at it!,” he scolded while curling his legs inwards and covering said regions with both hands.

The brunette let out a confused ve, “ehhhh? why? I-a literally stare directly at it every time we-a go to the public baths with Japan. I already-a know what you’re-a packing”.

“That’s true but!-- Right now ze situation iz all different okay?!,” The German protested, “It’z not ze same vhen I know you actually vant to get— erm– i-intimate vith me!! Just vike how zis is different than all zhose times you made me zit next to you vhile you masturbated at night because you vere scared of ze dark! It’z not vike you vere masturbating thinking of ME!”

Italy decided to refrain mentioning how all those times he WAS masturbating thinking about Germany actually. The entire masturbating “scared of the dark” thing was an Italian way of flirting even, but that would be an explanation for another time. Instead he bent down and gently pried back open the blonde’s legs causing the blonde to let out another “eep” in protest.

“But you’re so pretty Germany,” he replied, pushing his lover back down with his hand as the other caressed the man’s thigh, “can’t I have a looksie at my husband?”

He didn’t dare let out the urge he felt to giggle when he saw Germany’s hard on twitch a little at the praise. The blonde didn’t respond verbally, but allowed his lover to continue his ministrations with no resistance as he buried his face into the pillow next to him to hide his shame.

He’s so easy, it’s adorable. Italy thought to himself.

He continued to massage out little whimpers as he caressed the man’s legs while unbuttoning his own shirt. He decided that tonight he wouldn’t force Germany to strip him back. Since even as adorable as it would be to see his husband awkwardly fumble with his clothing and somehow turn even more flustered from being teased, he himself was getting a little impatient and wanted to get to sloppy sex already.

He briefly stopped his ministrations for a moment to peel the shirt off himself and toss it to the side. Despite how much he wished he could see the blonde’s expression right now, he was a little grateful that the man still had his face buried in the pillow next to him, since half of him was worried that he would make Italy pause and fold his shirt if he saw him throw it to the side.

Germany lifted his head from the pillow after noticing that the massaging had come to a stop only to throw it back once again with an arched back when Italy began nipping at his inner thighs.

The blonde yelped and clenched the bed sheets beside him as he felt his husband wrap his hands around his cock, whispering sweet nothings into his soft flesh, “ha–AH!-”

“Ah— ahn– neughh–,” he moaned ungracefully as he felt the Italian play with the tip a bit with his thumb.

“Mio prezioso, are you-a ready to have your first blowjob?,” Italy asked as he kept the German’s legs spread with one hand while bringing his face closer to the member in his other palm.

Unfortunately, he never made contact. Right before his mouth touched the tip he heard Germany let out a high pitched cry and the penis in front of him sprayed him directly in the face with semen.

Both men went still for a moment, until Italy brought his fingers to his face and then brought them to his mouth to have a taste of the sticky white substance.

Watching Italy begin to taste his cum snapped Germany out of his trance and he immediately wretched the brunette's hand away from his mouth yelling, “ITALY DO NOT EAT ZAT!!!”

The Italian pulled his hand back, “no, no wait-a minute Jahmany.”

He scooped some more onto his index finger and placed it in his mouth for a moment, really contemplating the flavor this time. “Hey this actually tastes-a pretty good! Like not-a spread it on your toast everyday level-a good, but better than those-a nasty sausages you-a gave me that one time we pinky promised to be-a best friends forever! Do you think it’s-a because we’re countries?”

Germany was about to ask Italy what the hell was wrong with him until the weight of how he just not only prematurely ejaculated, but also prematurely ejaculated all over his husband’s face set in.

Oh mein gott what is wrong with ME? He thought to himself as a horrified expression crept in his features.

Italy, sensing the blonde’s mood change quickly grabbed his wrists before he could put his hands on his face and go full “I wish I was never born” on him.

“Hey-hey Jahmany! Don’t-a worry about creaming on-a my face! You know I honestly kinda like it–I just-a told you that you taste like-a solid 6/10 yummy!,” Italy rambled out, jerking the other man’s wrists around in lue of his usual hand gestures, “And it’s-a fine that you finished-a teensy bit early! It’s-a your first time you know? If-a anything, honestly I think it’s-a really cute! Lookit me I’m-a even harder than before!”

He looked down at his own tented pants to encourage his husband to do the same. In his peripheral vision he spotted a wonderful sight though.

His eyes trailed over to Germany’s penis that was still erect as ever, even after finishing once.

Germany had told him before that he could schedule his monthly masturbation time block since he knew that he was only physically capable of finishing one time. Despite being one of the youngest countries, he had the stamina of a grandfather and told the shorter man that it was simply impossible for him to do more than one round.

Italy knew his husband was not the type who would lie to him, so him still being erect in the current moment must be a very new and unexpected development. That much he could conclude from how also Germany seemed just as shocked as he was about his little guy still fighting strong.

In his head, the brunette gave a prayer thanking God for always being so gracious to him and promising to start attending church again. Once he finished he lunged back on top of the taller man, knocking him back over and under him and whispered in his ear, “Jahmany, if it’s-a okay with you, do you-a mind letting me-a take care of that for you?”

Still reeling from the mountains of shame he felt for finishing too quickly earlier he protested, “nein! V–vhat about yourself?! If anyzing I should be ze one taking care of you!”

He internally cursed himself for not studying the book series harder. He would say to hell with it and try taking the wheel, but flashbacks of buon san valentino flashed in his mind and he lost all confidence in himself. One book studied was not enough for then, so only one book studied for now definitely wouldn’t be enough to maneuver through this.

Italy felt his heart squeeze a little and kissed Germany’s cheek as he reassured him, “you’re so sweet mio tesoro. I love that considerate side to you, but don’t worry Jahmany, I’ll take care of both of us this time.”

“V-vut–”

“Trust me,” The Italian requested as he pulled himself up and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside counter, “what I-a have in mind will-a definately feel good for-a both of us thanks to-a my technique.”

The German watched as his husband poured a generous amount of the substance on his fingers, fully realizing what the man was alluding to.

“Now-a my Germany, will you-a spread your legs for me please?,” the shorter man asked with a smile.

The taller man felt his face begin to steam again and coyly opened his legs. He glanced back and forth between his lover and the wall until he closed his eyes and muttered, “be gentle… okay?”

Italy almost couldn’t contain himself from how cute his husband could be. He circled his middle finger around the rim of the blonde’s hole as he leaned over to his face and planted a gentle kiss. He reassured him, “don’t worry, just tell me if somethings wrong” as he slowly plunged the finger inside of him.

The taller man squirmed in discomfort and the Italian planted gentle kisses along his neck to soothe him.

“Is it-a alright? How does it-a feel?”

“It’z… vierd… it doesn’t hurt zhough…mmnn.. you can move…”

Gently as promised, Italy slowly plunged in and out with his lubed up middle finger, feeling the warm interiors of his husband. Soft squelches resonated within the room.

“...Italy… I zink I’m ready for anothzer vun…,” Germany mumbled as he became used to the intrusion.

He only squirmed a little bit when the second finger entered him. This time he quickly found himself becoming accustomed to the sensation and asked for another. He was about to mentally congratulate himself for adapting so quickly, but stopped himself once he realized he was about to feel proud of being able to get used to being fingered quickly.

The blonde felt a slight burn when the third heavily lubed finger entered him and let out a small, “ah—ah-”. He wrapped his arms around his husband and whined into his neck. Italy gently shushed him and continued soothing him with kisses and praise as he carefully stretched the German open.

He gently scissored the man’s hole as he went in and out, searching for his lover’s prostate.

Germany in all honesty was getting a bit tired, since the sensation wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it didn’t really feel good either. He had practiced on his own before for Italy, but he couldn’t figure out how to make it feel like much else than just fingers in his ass. Plus the rim of his hole was starting to burn from the fingers going in and out. But it did feel good to know that Italy was going to feel really good soon, and that part did keep him turned on and hard.

Suddenly, Italy’s fingers touched a certain spot and he felt as though a flash of lightning struck through him. He let out a loud moan as he white knuckled the sheets and forced his legs not to clench together.

Italy’s face lit up and he happily cheered, “Jahmany! Jahmany I finally found your prostate! I bet that-a felt really good didn’t it!!” He removed his fingers with a shlick and poured a generous amount of lube on his own dick that was now so hard it was almost painful.

“J… Ja.. zat did feel good,” Germany uttered in response, feeling a bit empty without the fingers.

“I’m glad Jahmany! After all, I want-a this to feel good for you too.”

The shorter man lined himself up against his husband’s hole and leaned the rest of his body down to meet their faces together.

“Jahmany, are you-a ready?”

“J—Ja, I trust you Italien,” Germany replied, meeting his eyes to show that he was serious with no doubts.

Italy smiled and leaned down to sweetly kiss the man below him as he slowly entered.

Germany wrapped his arms tighter around Italy as he carefully went deeper and deeper, a low burn growing from the intrusion. The blonde let out little “ah”s as Italy reminded him to relax and soothed him by running his hands down the man’s sides until he was fully inside him.

They paused for a moment to let the taller man adjust a bit to the member stuck inside him.

After a minute or so of Germany squirming and Italy fighting for his life not to bust a nut instantly, the taller man muttered, “I’m okay now… you can move Italy.”

Italy grit his eyes closed as he slowly moved in and out. Germany was tight– freaking too tight even– holy shit. Italy thought about making a joke about how he didn’t expect to get circumcised this way, but held himself back knowing it would ruin the mood. Instead he whispered in his husband’s ear, “Cuore mio, relax for me. It's alright, you can do this, just relax.”

“Of.. of course Italy”

He felt the taller man bury his face into the brunette’s neck as he slowly softened around him, still on the tight side, but at least it wasn’t a gorilla grip anymore.

Italy set back on his steady, slow pace. Each thrust eliciting a little moan from the man beneath him. He kept at it for a bit, trying to figure out what angle to thrust at to hit the man’s prostate once again until he did a thrust and felt the blonde clench harshly around him, arching his back as he did so.

Now having confidence in knowing where to hit, he quickened his pace and aimed towards that same spot. “You’re so good for me Germany, you know that?”

Germany’s face steamed even hotter somehow. “Ah, Italien— ah— mmm— mmmphh–,” he covered his mouth to muffle his moans that came spilling out uncontrollably.

“Jahmany don’t deprive me, I want to hear all the cute sounds you make,” Italy panted as he snatched the German’s hands away from his mouth.

“Good boy, good boy.”

He kissed the man once again as he continued to pick up the pace, whispering sweet words of praise into his husband’s ear.

The taller man whimpered and tears pricked his eyes as he arched his back. The Italian moved his hands to the German’s hips to get better leverage, while his husband hugged his legs and arms around Italy.

“Ah, ah, I love you– I love you Italy–,” Germany babbled into Italy’s shoulder, “I-I really love you– Ich liebe d—dich!-”

The shorter man knew his lover liked kissing best, but how could he expect Italy to kiss him when he kept saying these kinds of cute things when he didn’t?

“Anch'io ti amo Jahmany– ti amo tanto!,” he replied, feeling himself hitting the edge soon.

He needed to wrap things up soon, so he let go of his husband’s hip with the hand still slippery from lube and used that to start stroking the blonde’s cock vigorously.

“Ah– AH! Nuugh– that– that feels— Ah! r—really.. G-good—,” Germany mewled, “I– I feel —Ah, ah, s-something— build.. ngh— ing up–! I— ah– Ah– I think–”

“Do you– you hah— think you’re going to come?”

Italy picked up his pace, both stroking his dick and slamming into him.

“Then come for me Germany”

Germany spasmed and let out a broken string of moans as he came. He hugged Italy tight and the brunette could feel his walls clenching around him, bringing the shorter man over the brink as well with a loud groan.

He pumped into the man below him a few more times, riding out his orgasm as Germany whimpered from becoming a little overstimulated.

He pulled out slowly, before collapsing on top of his lover and instinctually burying his face into the man’s tits.

Both of them lay panting for a moment, as Italy maneuvered himself to lay next to his lover, and gathered him up in a hug that Germany weakly reciprocated.

“Well, Germany, what did you think of your first time having sex?,” Italy inquired.

Germany, now becoming fully lucid again, first realized how sweaty and sticky he felt, thus he replied, “Sticky.”

He thought for a little bit longer.

“But I also admit it was good. Even if I acted a bit shamefully…,” he lowered his eyes and averted his gaze.

Italy laughed and only hugged his husband tighter.

The blonde felt discomfort from the two warm and sweaty bodies pressing up against each other even closer, but nevertheless hugged his lover back because even though his body felt warm, his heart felt warm too. His body also felt kinda sore. Maybe even a lot sore. Actually he might have to rethink his 5 AM jogging laps with the condition his body was currently in.

But that was still fine too, since he probably would’ve only done a quarter of his laps anyways since Italy would be with him and get distracted by a cat or something.

For now, he settled with snuggling into Italy’s arms and began to doze off to sleep, exhausted from their activities.

That is until he felt the Italian bolt up after five minutes and shake his shoulder asking, “hey Germany wanna go for round two?”

#-fic #-germany #-hetalia #-itager #-italy #-yaoi #sorry the sex parts themselves honestly suck ass #i didnt write them good because you can tell i got shy and embarassed #i was too shy. gommene next time ill write them better 🙏

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uglytsumugi12 · 1 year

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band bb 【ep 2】

♢ characters: koga, yuuta, ibara

♢ season: winter

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〈 The next day 〉

Koga: Man, I stayed in here for too long. I wasn't plannin' on buy anythin' but they kept bringin' new guitars to me. Damn shopkeeper… Now I wanna buy one.

Well whatever, doesn't matter. 'M in a good mood now ♪

(Never would'a thought I'd get my hands on that discontinued score print. Had given up on it for a while. I was also able t' get that tailpiece I 'been wantin' for a while now. Thank fuck it was in stock.)

(They were all sold out when I came last time. Ended up bein' a fuckin' waste of time.)

(Guess I could avoid worryin' about items bein' sold out by buyin' them online but…)

(I need'a touch the actual thing myself before buyin' it. That way I can feel some sort'a connection with it, or somethin'.)

(Tch… Pisses me off when a shopkeeper tries t' force me into buyin' his shit, but…)

Well, I'm takin' care of a bunch'a stuff. Guess I'll stop relyin' on the internet 'n help with small shops' sales.

--Hn? Eh? That closed building, that's-- Hey, wasn't it a live music club? I remember some of the juniors used to play there.

Err.. There's a bar sign there 'n a convenience store over there. Guess I was right.

The fuck. Did it really shutdown…?

Well, now that I'm lookin' at it closer, some other shops have changed too.

The live music club's gone. The convenience store was replaced by somethin' else, 'n the rest are abandoned buildings.

Tch. That means the story I've heard was true…

That project of creatin' a "music district" put that music club 'n other music shops in a difficult situation.

It was already hard enough, but then ES was created 'n that was the breaking point.

Damn it. I wish I could do somethin', but there's nothin' I can do anyway.

Man, that fuckin' sucks…

Ibara: --Excuse me? Absolutely not.

Yuuta: What? Why not!?

Ibara: What do you mean, "why not"? You should be wondering why you even thought you'd get permission to do that in the first place.

Yuuta: W- Well, because this is out of my working hours and… It'd be a way for me to repay the people who've helped me for free in the past…

Ibara: …You've got to be kidding. Okay, listen up.

Surely that matter is personal.

But as long as you belong in this agency, your popularity, skills, appearances and such… They're all the agency's properties.

This matter being private isn't an excuse to handle it for free.

Are you saying you wouldn't mind disgracing the sponsors' value and huge money compensations towards idols? You're--

Yuuta: Ugh.. T- that's..--

(That may be true, but..! Handling it for free… What the hell does that mean!? No need to be so stuck up--And even so, I'm not some kind of object!)

Ibara: You look dissatisfied.

Well, I don't want to hear you complain anyway.

You should be happy with belonging to an agency offering so many merits in many situations.

Yuuta: …merits?

Ibara: Yes. Merits.

Ibara: Why do you think you keep getting job offers after job offers?

That's simple. The agency sells you to business offers, and that's how you obtain jobs afterwards.

Yuuta: Ugh…

Ibara: You get to work freely without having to worry about a single thing. Know why?

That's right; Someone else is doing all the hard work for you.

Yuuta: ..Hgrn…

Ibara: How is it that you're never exposed to society's ill will, hm?

Maybe because the company protects idols from any kind of danger.

Yuuta: ……

Ibara: It's unacceptable for someone in your position to think only of their own selfish wishes.

Besides, an agency can't just stand there and watch its idols getting exploited in any way.

Yuuta: That's…! This isn't some kind of one-sided exploitation!

I was just asked to come back for old time's sake… You don't have to be so harsh!

Ibara: Clearly, that is one-sided exploitation.

There are plenty places that would love to make use of a celebrity's popularity for their own benefit. They'll throw you away once you're not needed anymore.

Can you even differentiate what's acceptable and what isn't? Can you explain that this is a distinction and not a discrimination?

Furthermore. Instead of focusing so much on such a fruitless job, you should work harder on actual jobs that'll bring actual money.

Trust me, it's the only way you'll be able to grow and build your future. That's how it works in this industry.

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#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars translation #koga oogami #koga ogami #yuuta aoi #yuta aoi #ibara saegusa

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LENDING A HELPING HAND w/@PretyGrlAmari

Treasure: It had been a few weeks since I had ventured out to the club and I was already becoming weak, again. I was going to have to do feedings every few weeks for a bit, until I make up for all the time I had lost in the move here. So, I had called up Amari and asked her if she could schedule me in with Lohre a little sooner. She was happy to and offered to meet up after, for coffee. I was thrilled! I had been a little nervous that I had pushed my luck too far with her at the club and she would no longer be interested in a friendship. My first female friend in Caldwell. I really needed one! This town was beginning to get a little lonely.

***

Sitting at the bar, I awaited my turn with Lohre. My turn with Lohre… How odd that sentence sounded. Sure, I had had a number of males that fed me over the years, that were nothing more than just that, feedings, and here Lohre was, a male that got paid for those precise services, yet it seemed strange to think of it as my turn with him. Feeding from him felt different. The thought of it gave me a strange flutter in my stomach, remembering how insanely intense and out of control I felt after my last feeding with him. It was definitely his blood, nothing more. It was different than what I was used to.

Just as he was the last time, Lohre had been a perfect gentleman during our meeting. Although, he had begun to ask me some personal questions that I wasn’t interested in answering. I think he was just trying to make conversation, make the whole thing a little less… transactional. But, he took my hint quickly and apologized for prying.

Although, in that moment, I desperately wanted things to be less transactional. However, I was a Chosen. One of the last ever born. 75 years ago, when the Sanctuary was invaded and attacked, my mahmen escaped to This Side. She was pregnant with me, making me the last of my kind. If I were to get involved with any male, and he were to feed from me, I would be found out, and if he turned out to be the wrong male, I would probably be tortured, or worse killed. It was for that reason that I had promised my mahmen, many years ago, to live a life of solitude, where males were concerned. They were for feeding only, and in some special cases, friendship, but never as a mate. Yet, these new feelings Lohre was stirring up in me were far from friendship.

Once I was done, I quickly left and sent a quick text to Amari and headed off to the bar to wait.

Amari:

(Sitting behind the desk lost in the reviewing the invoices for liquor, my phone pinged and I actually jumped, started by the silly little noise. I checked and it was from Treasure. It had been a while since she had been back and I had thought I might not see her again. I was relieved when he had contacted me and asked to have a feeding scheduled and I was more than happy to help her out. She was done and we had planned to meet up for a drink afterwards to catch up. I picked up the keys and locked the office door behind me and headed out to the bar finding her sitting at a table looking very content.) Hi Treasure. Feeling a bit better now?

Treasure: The place was packed tonight and I was lucky to have had some guy offer up his barstool to let me sit. ‘Who said chivalry was dead?’ I thought to myself for all of 2 seconds before the creatin started grinding on the side of my leg. I hauled off and slapped him a good one. Unfortunately, this was not a male to be messed with.

He got right up in my face and began to scream at me, “Do you have any idea who I am, you slut?!”

“Not a clue, but I’m guessing you’re going to tell me.” The words barely fell from my lips before Lohre was at my side, and at 6 foot 4 inches, he towered over the idiot that thought that by my accepting his invitation to sit on that barstool gave him some sort-of ownership rights over me. I was really going to have to remember that I wasn’t in some hick town in Colorado, anymore.

“Go ahead and call her a slut… One. More. Time.” There was a distinct growl that came out of Lohre’s throat as ‘time’ rolled off his tongue and I swear I saw the other guy shrink about four inches. Not only that, but something visceral stirred inside me. I don’t fully know how to explain it, but something tugged at my soul.

Reaching up, I placed my hand on Lohre’s arm. Wow! The tension in his bicep was intense. “Lohre, it’s fine. He was just leaving, anyway.” I turned and glared at my would-be assailant. “Isn’t that right?” As much as I appreciated the assist, I did know how to take care of myself.

The guy grabbed his drink and muttered, “Fuck you both! I’ve got better things to do with my time,” his eyes raked up and down my body, “than you.”

I swear, I thought Lohre was going to pick him up by his throat right then and there, but I squeezed his arm and the distraction gave the kid just enough time to turn and storm away.

“You don’t deserve to be spoken to like that.” The aggression in Lohre’s voice was clear, and I was sure that at some point down the road, that kid was going to get what was coming to him. It just wasn’t going to be tonight.

“I appreciate that, Lohre, and I thank you. But, I’m fine. No harm done.” I saw Amari walking up behind him and waved my hand.

He took a quick look over his shoulder and turned back to me. Placing his hand on my wrist, he made a quick promise to me, “I will be watching over you, and if that guy comes within twenty feet of you again, he’ll be in for a shitstorm of pain.”

“I’m sure he won’t, but thank you.” I offered up a soft smile, thankful for his thoughtfulness.

He smiled slightly back and walked off, just in time for Amari to join me. I let out a soft sigh and smiled. “So much better, thank you! I can’t tell you how appreciative I am for you fitting me in, again, tonight! I wasn’t expecting to need more so quick, but I guess I waited a little too long after arriving in town.” I looked over my shoulder in the direction that Lohre had disappeared to. “I guess I may have to schedule a few out, for now, until I’m back to good. So, you want to stay here and have a few drinks, or should we head out for some coffee?”

Amari:

(After the little incident I witnessed before walking up, I was not sure staying was the best option. Lohre was still lurking protectively and I surely hoped that male was not fancying Treasure more than what it was. I did not believe she was looking for anything more than the requirement of feeding. She was a rare beauty and I warned him to keep it simple. I turned toward the young male who is lucky to still be in one piece to sins he was still watching Treasure too.) Why don’t we take my driver and find a cafe? I have a craving for pie and really strong coffee. I’ll be certain security makes sure we are not followed. (Thinking to myself that the male is who needs a lesson in being gentleman gets that lesson after we were gone regardless of what bloodline he was from. No one disrespects my employees and most certainly not my friends.) Deal?

Treasure: There was a slight relief that washed over me when Amari mentioned going somewhere else. I thought I would have been up for anything, but I hadn’t realized how concerned I had been about staying until the words dropped from Amari’s lips and the relief settled in. On the one hand, I really liked the club. It was so different from the places I was used to going to, in Colorado. But, I could feel that little punk ass kid’s eyes still boring into me and that made me feel a little uncomfortable. My mahmen had taught me to stay away from males like him and to avoid any kind of attention. Drawing attention to myself was the worst thing I could possibly do. I was to always blend in. “Be a wallflower,” my mahmen used to always tell me.

Nodding once, I agreed, “Pie would definitely hit the spot, right now.” Not that sugar was the best thing for me right now, either. I was already slightly hopped up on Lohre’s blood. I was pretty sure he had a touch of aristocracy in his blood. It was sweeter than some of the other’s that I’d had in the past. It made me wonder what his story was.

I finished off my drink and stood up, “So, what’s Lorhe’s story, anyway?” As soon as I spoke the words, I realized how it sounded and quickly tried to correct myself, “I only mean that his blood is so sweet. He must have some aristocracy blood in there.” I didn’t want Amari to think I was interested in him, because I wasn’t. I couldn't be. That would be crazy… crazy, stupid! I just didn’t want her to think he was crossing any lines. She was his boss, after all.

Amari: (Wondering exactly why she would think that of his blood. Could she someone she is pretending not to be? I’ve wondered that for a while now and this makes that feeling strong.) Lohre? I don’t know much about him outside of the club. He is a pretty private person. But I suspect you are right. And it’s ok if you are curious about him. He is an attractive male isn’t he. (Smiles at her as we head out to my car, the driver opens the door as we approach and we both slide inside.) As I was saying, he is an attractive male and I know he is a bit intrigued by you. He has asked a few times if you would needing his services. (Watching her reaction) But don’t fret, I won’t say anything to him about you asking about him unless you want me to. Anything else new?

Treasure: An attractive male? Well… yeah… But, I had been trained since birth to ignore such things, so I had been trying so hard not to notice. However, the more Amari mentioned it, the more it crept back into my thoughts. The way his blood set my veins on fire. The way he jumped in to protect me, how he had told me he’d be keeping an eye on me, and that guttural growl that erupted from his lips when he was telling that kid off. All hard things to ignore, even for me.

Amari made it all worse when she mentioned that she knew he was a bit intrigued by me and I could feel the heat burning up the back of my neck at her comment. I could only hope that the blush hadn’t reached my face. “I… uh… well, I was hoping to continue to use his services. He’s been such a gentleman.” Shit, Treasure! The words fell from my lips and I wanted to take them back. The last thing I needed was to get attached to a male, in any way, and something told me that the more I fed from Lohre, the more I would want to. At the same time, I couldn’t take back what I said. The desire to feed from him again was strong. “Please don’t tell him I was asking about him, though.” I added quickly. I definitely didn’t need him to know I had been asking about him.

This was all becoming a mountain out of a molehill. So, I changed the subject. “Things are going well. I finally have the camper set up for the summer. It’s not much, but it’s served me well for the whole trip.” I was hoping that by the end of the summer, I would have a more permanent place… That was, if I chose to stay. If, by the end of the summer, I was no closer to finding what I came here looking for, I would probably move on, which is why I’d decided to keep the camper. That was my plan, anyway. However, I was hoping that by the end of the summer I would have some kind of inkling that what I had been looking for, was in fact here, in Caldwell. “I was thinking about looking for a job, next. Any suggestions on that?”

Amari:

Her reaction was exactly what I expected. I knew the signs so well. The car stops at the coffee shop and I lets the subject change stand as we both get out of the car and head to the door. “What type of job are you looking for? I mean what experience do you have? We don’t have any openings at the club now but I know of a few other places that you might be able to find something.” Taking a seat at an empty table waiting for her answer but somehow expecting her to say no. I wonder if I could find something for her if she doesn’t at the club. I will have to see if my hunch about her never working is right.

Treasure: Stepping out of the car, I followed Amari into the coffee shop. Experience? The only work I had ever done was Medical Transcriptionist work… and it had been boring as hell! But, my mahmen wouldn’t allow me to work outside the home, so that was what we had settled on. Alexandria had gotten me the job through a friend of hers. I worked for the local hospital, running through hours and hours of dictation a night. It wasn’t a job I was looking to do again. But, if I didn’t use my skills as a transcriptionist, what was I going to do? What was I qualified to do?

As we reached an empty table, I slipped into the seat across from her. “When I was back home, I had a Medical Transcriptionist job. I worked for the local hospital. But, I really don’t want to do that again!” I shook my head for emphasis, as I spoke. “Let’s just say that watching paint dry would have been ten times more fun.” A puzzled look washed over my features. “But, aside from that, I’m not sure I’m qualified for much else.”

“Actually, I’d like some hot chocolate, please.” I requested of the waitress, when she came by for our order.

What was I looking for? It’s not like I needed the money. I just hated to have so much free time on my hands. Also, I figured that if I acquired a job, I would be around more people, and more people meant more opportunity to find those like me… especially if those people were people of my race. “I’d like to find something that gives me a chance to meet… “ I lowered my voice an octave, “more people like us.”

Amari:

After ordering a second hot chocolate, I watched her closely as she leaned in and also whispered. I nodded and thought for a moment about what would be a good place for her. “Ya know, there are a couple of clinics that you might be able to help at. Maybe a clerical job since you have some knowledge of transcription. I could reach out to a few contacts and see if anyone is looking or in need of someone? If you would like?”

The waitresses showed up with the drinks and the smell made my mouth water. It had been a while since I had been to the shop and realized I had actually missed it. I ordered a sampler plate of pastries before she walked away and smiled at Treasure. “I thought we needed a bit more sugar on top of the cocoa. Can’t come here without splurging. But seriously, do you want me to inquire?”

Treasure: As I watched the plate of pastries slide across the table in front of us, I groaned internally. The effects of Lorhe’s blood was still humming through my veins and sugar was only going to exacerbate that. But, it all smelled so good. I knew I was going to hate myself in about twenty minutes, once the sugar rush kicked in, but I reached out and grabbed half of a bear claw and began picking pieces off and stuffing them in my mouth.

“As long as it’s not transcription work again, I guess it would be okay.” I really wasn’t interested in working in a medical environment again, but I didn’t have much experience elsewhere, so… beggars can’t be choosey and all that. Besides, working in a clinic, I would be assured to be working around people of my own race.

Our race didn’t go to real hospitals. We had our own medical clinics. There were too many things different in our physical makeup from humans. If we ended up in a human medical facility, almost any test run would give away our physical abnormalities. It was one of the first things my mahmen told me about the human world.

“So, yeah… if you could put some feelers out for me, I would be so grateful!” I washed my bear claw down with the last of my hot chocolate. “Anyway, enough about all my stuff. How’s things with you?”

Amari: “I’ll do some checking for you. Give me a week or so on it. As for me, things are good. Trez’s return has changed things up at the club.” I take a drink of my cocoa thinking about how I feel when he is around and I’m pretty sure I blush. “It has actually made the job easier. I’m not even sure I’m really needed anymore but he seems to be making things for me to do.” Smiles over at her. “I believe he likes having me around and I know I like him being back. There is just so much ..” pauses for a moment “well, unsaid things I things I guess you could say.”

Sitting back in my chair my thoughts stay on Trez. Wondering what is truly going on. “Anyway, it’s all good. He said we are having a meeting very soon which I’m very curious about. I can’t quite figure out what he is up to.”

Treasure:

“That would be great!” I was so appreciative of everything Amari had done for me. First she set me up with Lohre, as a means to feed from. Now, she was helping me with my job search. I honestly don’t know where I would be if I hadn’t run into her at that laundromat a little over a month ago. “If I haven’t said it yet, thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve been so incredibly helpful.”

An unstoppable grin crossed my features as I heard her talk about Trez. She was far from able to hide that blush on her face as she spoke about him. Arching a slender brow, I questioned her, “Unsaid things?” It was obvious from the look on her face, there was more to their boss/employee relationship than met the eye. I wondered if there had been history there, or if this was something new for her.

All my life, I had been the one that wasn’t allowed to indulge in romantic relationships with the males of our species, and I had never even had a friend that had been close enough for me to ‘live vicariously through,’ as they say. Due to my status as the last of the Chosen, I was not allowed to have a mate, in fear that they would figure out who and what I was. On top of that, Alexandria and my mahmen never had mates, either. So, I never really had a chance to experience myself, or anyone else go through that initial attraction, that sensation of falling in love. I had read all about it in books. But, the experience of it all was somewhat lost on me. It was interesting to see the light in Amari’s eyes as she spoke of Trez. It seemed so fascinating and exciting. I wanted to take it all in. “How long have you known Trez?”

Amari: “Honestly, only since I came back here a little over a year ago to help at the club. We met when I got here and then he left and has been in and out since that time.” I sit back thinking of the crazy off and on feelings for him. “I’ll tell you a little secret. He fascinated me. I know I shouldn’t think of him the way I do since he is kinda my boss, but there is this chemistry between us that makes my skin tingle every time we are together.” I sigh and play with my cup as I continue. “Or, I’m completely wrong and I am just imagining it all. I mean, every now and then I think he is interested but he never acts on it so.. I’m probably just wishing.

But anyway, enough of that. I will see what I can do to help you out. Anything else I can help you with?

Treasure: The sparkle in Amari’s eyes spoke volumes, even before she started speaking about Trez. She was definitely interested in more than just a boss/employee relationship with him. So, was this what it was to be in love? In like? Infatuated? In lust? It was all so new and interesting to me. I wanted to ask more, but I didn’t want to sound like an idiot. Nor, did I want to sound like someone that had never experienced it all before. I was supposed to be just some mundane civilian, not a completely sheltered Chosen that had never been allowed even friendships with the males of our species.

I wanted to interject with, ‘What does your gut tell you?’ Because, books always said that your gut never steered you wrong in those circumstances… but, what if that was just one of the elaborations that books made and I looked like a complete ass saying it? I know that my gut had never steered me wrong, but I had never had to listen to it in matters of the heart. Something told me that matters of the heart had their own rules, ones that I was not privy to. So, I kept my mouth shut.

My napkin was just about tore up from all the fidgeting I’d been doing during my contemplations. As soon as I noticed, I flashed an embarrassed smile at Amari and pushed the folded up wad of paper out of my way. “Oh, no! You’ve done so much already! You know, if there’s ever anything I can do for you… please, don’t hesitate to ask. I feel like I’m leaning so much on you, right now. I don’t want you to feel like I’m abusing our new friendship.”

We sat around for a little while longer, discussing nothing incredibly important, just basic chit chat between friends. But, before long, Amari had to get back to the club for closing and I needed to get home. So, we said our goodbyes and promised to talk soon.

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