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mypoisonedvine · 8 months

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𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 | neil lewis x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | a visit to gumshoe video could go one of two ways... but one way or another, you're gonna get him.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | varies

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut (18+ only), enemies to lovers, nothing too terrible just neil and reader bullying each other

this is a choose your own ending fic!! after the introduction, click to choose which way you want the story to go! each ending will have its own warnings section, so read those as well!

Technically, you always dressed well for work. Corporate jobs require professional attire, obviously; but you were slightly overdressed today, and it wasn’t to go into the office.

Tight skirt and matching blazer, a silky-satin button-up, black heels, and thigh-high stockings with a seam up the back. No, this wasn't how you dressed for a day in the office… this was how you dressed when you were closing a deal.

A little bell dinged as you walked into Gumshoe Video, and you looked around for a moment after you stepped inside: the decorations were… plentiful, and kitschy. The displays were so small, and just a quick glance at some of the shelves had you frowning in confusion. These are some seriously deep cuts… how do they make any money at this place?

Lucien came bounding up to you in an instant, hands pressed tight against his horribly out-of-fashion skinny jeans as if to hide that they were clammy already. "Do you, uh, need help finding anything?" he asked.

You offered him a pitying smile, about to offer him a friendly ‘no thanks, but’ and then tell him why you were really here… but you were interrupted.

Jonathan, who had taken a break from sipping on a soda behind the counter, coughed to get Lucien's attention as he quickly shook his head. He didn't seem to understand, though, looking back at you with his brows furrowed.

"Uh, ignore him,” Lucien laughed nervously. “Are you looking for a rental?"

"Dude, she's not here to get a movie!" Jonathan snapped. "Who dresses like that to pick up a tape?!"

"Maybe she's on her way to work!" Lucien returned sharply. "Or maybe she just came from somewhere!"

"Where?"

"My dreams!"

"No, your friend is right, I'm not here to pick up a movie," you admitted, and Lucien looked at you nervously.

"You, uh, don't like movies?" he wondered.

"I love them actually, but—"

The door to the office swung open, with Neil glaring at you from the other side of it. "You," he announced with disdain.

"—but I'm here to speak with the owner," you finished, tilting your head and grinning at Neil.

"We have nothing to speak about," Neil assured you as he walked towards you.

"We have multiple opportunities to discuss," you disagreed, "and my employers are very anxious that I deliver this message to you, so if we could please speak in your office—"

"Her employers? Is this chick in the mob?!" Lucien blurted out fearfully. "Neil, I know money's tight, but— oh fuck, was that 'small business loan' just a cover—"

"She's not from the mafia," Neil sighed. "They actually have some morals."

You extended a hand to introduce yourself to Lucien. After your name, you told him your job: "Head of Acquisitions, Media Giant, LLC."

Jonathan coughed again, poorly covering the sound of him saying "blood-sucking harpy" under his breath.

You smiled at him; "You really should get that cough checked out," you suggested pointedly.

“Whatever it is your puppet-masters want you to discuss with me,” Neil began, wiggling his fingers as if pantomiming a little marionette show, “you can take right over there into our women’s restrooms and shove directly up your ass.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” you smiled, “I bet you’ve been saving that one since our last little visit. Can we go to your office now?”

“No, you can’t go in there— we just had the priest come by and bless it, we wouldn’t want your feet to burn now, would we?” Neil snarked in return.

“Fine— get it out of your system,” you encouraged. “Say whatever’s been stuck in that pretty little head for the last month waiting for me to come back, and then we can have our meeting, alright?”

“I— well, uh—” Neil stalled, looking a little flustered as he suddenly leaned on a shelf of tapes with one hand. “You think I’m pretty?” he mumbled nervously, running his free hand through his hair— only to put a little too much weight on the shelf and nearly tilt it over, having to scramble to catch it and make sure it was balanced again.

“Dude, pull yourself together,” Jonathan snapped at him, and Neil glared at him before looking back at you.

“Fine, okay— we can have a very brief conversation in my office,” Neil offered with a sigh, motioning for you to follow him, “but it’s going to go the same way it did last time: with me telling you hell no and you having to do the walk of shame back to your headquarters.”

“Looking forward to it,” you smiled, waving goodbye to the other men before stepping into Neil’s office as he shut the door behind you.

You watched him step around you to sit at his desk, looking at you expectantly with his legs spread and his fingers interwoven in his lap.

“Am I allowed to ask why you’re dressed like a cowboy, by the way?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, and he frowned at you as he tossed aside the hat and slipped the poncho off over his head, leaving just a much more normal outfit of jeans and a button-up underneath.

“We’re running a special on Westerns,” he explained, “it’s fun, okay? Not that you would know fun if it smacked you on the ass and called you sweetcheeks.”

“Honey, that’s just what I call a Friday night,” you smirked as you stepped a little closer leaning against the side of his desk as he swallowed thickly. You couldn’t just sit across from him— you needed to keep the upper hand. “But I’m here for business. Let’s talk business, shall we?”

“Right, business,” he frowned. “I’m guessing your business here today is trying to buy my store, again?”

“Something like that,” you relented.

“You know, I guess I should take it as a compliment,” he grinned, leaning back further in the chair. “Clearly, you know I’m a threat.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes, “we’re a Fortune 500 company, and you’re a guy wearing a poncho.”

“I took off the poncho!” he defended.

“So you’re… just a guy, then,” you corrected. “The point is, we’re not worried about you stealing our business at all. We just think this location is going to waste.”

“You want the real estate?” he realized.

“You’re in a perfect spot, you know,” you informed him, “you just need… a little more help utilizing it.”

He sneered at you sharply. “I don’t want anything from you.”

“You only hate me so much because you resent success,” you informed him with a sigh. “Just because you’re broke and proud doesn’t mean making money is a sin.”

“It is when you put making money above everything else,” he replied, “like creativity and community and the authentic customer experience—”

“How exactly does Media Giant conflict with those things?” you scoffed. “We’re a company founded on creativity— and we always foster community—”

“Spare me the doublespeak, Big Brother,” Neil scoffed, “you’re just a bunch of— of robots! Your whole company, it’s just full of people trying to make a quick buck, top to bottom: you think the people in the back at McDonald’s give a fuck about food? That’s what you are, the McDonald’s of the film industry. You’d probably let a monkey work there if it could wear a nametag and convince someone to rent Fast and Furious Fifty or whatever the fuck.”

“Fine,” you sighed, “let’s just say for a moment that you’re right. That my company is so terrible because we don’t employ people like you.”

He relaxed for a second, and you leaned in closer in hopes that he was really listening.

“This is your chance to fix that!” you explained. “You can save us from the inside out, you know. You can start from the bottom, be our best sales guy, and then it turns into a promotion and a raise and soon you’re climbing the corporate ladder— where you can make some real change.”

He shook his head, laughing a little. “That’s not actually possible, it’s just a fantasy you tell all your little minions to keep them compliant.”

“It’s what I did,” you shrugged.

“You?” he realized with a laugh. “You, in one of those navy vests and nametags, selling people tapes?”

“I’m sort of a cinephile,” you admitted. “I wanted a job where I could talk about movies all day— and thanks to me, that Media Giant location rented out more copies of The Seventh Seal than all the rest combined.”

He stood up quickly, stepping closer to where you sat on his desk. “Y-you like The Seventh Seal?”

“It’s a masterpiece,” you answered, speaking a little softer as he was so close, “Bergman is a genius.”

A strange look crossed over his face, a heavy-lidded sort of look as he examined you. “Tarantino?”

“Overrated, but not bad,” you replied quickly.

“Tarkovsky?”

“Good, but hard to watch.”

“Lynch?”

You scoffed; “Don’t insult me.”

He laughed a little, crossing his arms and looking away from you. “You could be one of the good ones,” he realized, “but you sold out. And now you’re just a suit.”

“It’s not so bad,” you smirked, “I think you’d like a little more… structure, given the chance.”

“And that’s what you’re offering?” he pressed, and you nodded.

“We’ll let you keep the name, your employees… most of the decoration,” you offered, “you’ll just be technically a Media Giant franchise. You have nothing to lose, and so much fucking money to gain.”

He sighed a little, looking at you again. You could tell he was considering it, but not very thoroughly. All you could do was hope for the best, and wait for an answer…

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#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis smut #dom!neil lewis smut #sub!neil lewis smut

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seasonsbloom · 2 years

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mojito standing up for jake was *chef's kiss* in every aspect and now I can't stop thinking about him coming back from work one day to find the walls full of his achievements all framed and pretty and 🥺

♡ pairing ; boyfriend ! hangman x female!reader

♡ wc ; 500

♡ warnings ; explicit language

♡ note ; bad habit universe, but can probably be read separately. i know one of these technically wasn't a request but since they're thematically linked.... hi y'all!

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s on the verge of tears.

But the whole team is here, and Jake is annoyingly good at hiding his emotions, so the most he gives is a little purse of his lips, a twitch of a muscle by his cheekbone. Then he’s turning towards the fridge, asking who wants a beer and rummaging through the vegetable drawer with much more noise than necessary.

“Jesus,” Rooster says, spinning on his heel to observe the room. “What is this? A Hangman shrine?”

It took you half a day and three packets of adhesive, rental-friendly nails, but earlier today, you finally finished hanging up Jake’s accolades. They wallpaper the hallway, littler sideboards and nightstands, and dressers. You even hung one over the bathtub.

You weren’t aware just how many there were, and halfway through, you almost gave up. Hell, you’ve never won anything apart from a stuffed tiger that smelled like polyester at a raffle in elementary school. Which is decidedly less impressive than whatever the fuck Jake’s got going on here.

“Can’t a woman appreciate her boyfriend?” you ask, even though your cheeks feel slightly hot. You turn to rearrange the mini-canapés you’ve made neatly on their platter.

Really, it doesn’t make any sense that you put so much work into organizing this night. Two hours in, somebody will order pizza anyway, and you’ll spend tomorrow scraping dried cheese off the hardwood floors.

But something about it felt… profound. Significant. After that visit to Jake’s parents, you’ve spent too much time in your head thinking, pondering, trying your best to make this apartment as much of a home as possible. As warm as you feel when you’re with Jake.

“Not when her boyfriend is Hangman,” Natasha says, taking a seat at the breakfast counter. “You’ll blow up his ego even more. Haven’t we suffered enough?”

Jake emerges from the fridge with an eggplant in one hand and a few bottles of beer in the other. He points the eggplant at Natasha.

“It’s not arrogant if it’s warranted. Remind me, Phoenix, who’s the most highly decorated out of all of us, again?”

Rooster looks like he wants to say something but forfeits in favor of eating a canapé with one bite.

Jake starts handing out beers, and you go to the sink to run some water over the dirty dishes. The chatter of the pilots is a pleasant background buzz—white noise to your thoughts.

You think about it all the time now, what he said in the car that night. About a house, about a baby, about a life together. You were lonely for so long, part of you didn’t even dare to imagine something like that. But now, with Jake, dreaming has become so easy. Second nature.

Warm hands land on your hips, a chest presses against your back, and then Jake twists around to breathe a kiss against your cheek.

“Thank you,” he says, and you know it’s not just for cooking, not just for the accolades, not just for doing something his parents never did.

He pulls away, and you smile, warmth flooding your chest like the first day of spring.

#hangman fic #hangman x reader #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #hangman #mine #drabble #f: bh #hangman drabble #f:bhdrabbles

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 4 months

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Either A and B spend Christmas with A’s family. Infuriatingly, they aren’t too welcoming of B, OR A insists on (fake) cheerfulness during the holiday, which makes B even angrier. (They just want to resolve this issue and not pretend that they/everything are/is fine.) with any pairing. (Sorry, I’m in a sad/angsty mood)

It took me a minute to decide on a ship and scenario for this one, but I realized it's not one of my drabbles unless there's Roura in it. I was also a bit inspired by this for a while for Aura coming from a rich family and decided to go with it.

CW for mild racism/prejudice (hair touching without consent)

"I hope this peppermint bark is good enough for your family," Robin said as she carried the large Tupperware in both hands. She heard Aura lock the rental car as they walked up the driveway leading up to the intricately decorated large house.

"I already told you, you didn't have to bring anything. The caterers have everything covered." Aura reassured her, putting a hand on her elbow.

"I don't care how crazy rich your family is, I was taught to always bring something to a party," Robin said, with a hint of a smile. "But maybe we can find a nice plate and sneak these on the table."

Aura opened the front door and let Robin in first, "My grandparents have tons of nice china, I'll hand this off to the kitchen staff and let them know." She took the Tupperware from Robin and brisked off to the kitchen.

As Robin stood in the foyer and took off her coat, she looked around. There was music and voices coming from other parts of the house as she found a hanger in the coat closet to house her coat for the evening.

An older woman appeared in the doorway to the rest of the house. Her face fell when she saw Robin standing alone, "Where's Aura?"

Robin looked up at the woman, trying to straighten out her black maxi skirt and white sweater, "Oh, she went to the kitchen for a moment, but I'm Robin, her girlfriend. It's nice to-"

"Aura! You're here!" she was interrupted by the woman passing her and wrapping her arms around Aura.

Aura laughed as the hug ended, "Auntie, at least let me take my coat off first." she smiled as she started shrugging off her puffer coat. "Have you met Robin?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, we've already said our hellos and everything." the woman said. "Now come see the rest of the family, it's been way too long."

As the woman led them down a long hallway, the couple walked hand-in-hand. "We will be back in time to watch The Polar Express, right?" Robin asked quietly.

"Of course we will be," Aura told her. She knew this was Robin's first Christmas away from her family, so she wanted at least something to resemble her home traditions.

Once they entered the main living room, the rest of the family bombarded Aura with hugs and greetings. Robin tried to stay holding Aura's hand but eventually had to let go as the group surrounded her girlfriend.

"I'm going to get our drinks," Robin told her and Aura gave her a quick nod in understanding.

After handing Aura her drink, Robin didn't see her much more for the night. She did try to stick close by, but Aura's family kept whisking her off to different relatives who wanted to catch up.

Eventually, Robin gave up on trying to keep up with staying on Aura's side. She tried lumpia that the catering team specifically made for the family, but it wasn't nearly as good as when Aura taught her to make it.

After settling on some cut fruit and crudites, Robin politely greeted people who were near the corner she lingered in. Either they gave her a side-eyed look when she made her presence known or moved to another part of the room to continue talking.

Robin eventually gave up on trying to be friendly, since it wasn't being reciprocated.

The more she people-watched, the less she enjoyed being there. She really missed being with her own family on Christmas. Her family was nowhere near as big or rich as Aura's, but at least she never felt isolated from everyone.

She quietly sipped her second glass of sangria, picking through the finger foods on the table. Whenever she walked by a group talking amongst themselves, they quickly switched from English to Tagalog. Robin pretended not to notice, but part of her took that personally.

She found an empty seat on the end of the white couch after getting bored of wandering around the room. She didn't care if the older aunties shot her looks as they lowered their voices.

Robin never wanted to go home as much as she did then.

Suddenly, she felt a shorter presence come up behind her and felt something move along her back. She turned and felt a small tug on one of her braids.

A small child was standing behind the couch, reaching out to touch Robin's hair. She jumped off the couch, quickly smoothing out her braided hair.

"Hey, please don't touch my hair without asking permission first." She tried her best to sound calm, not needing to make a spectacle of herself.

"Just let the kid touch your hair, they're just curious," one of the older women spoke up.

"Yeah, they aren't hurting anything. Just let them do it." Another woman said as more children came closer to her, some reaching up to grab her braids.

That was definitely Robin's last straw, now she really did not want to be there.

Forgetting the rest of her drink, she briskly left the living room and found herself in the kitchen. The caterers worked around her, none of her bothering to look in her direction.

Then on the corner of the counter, Robin saw what she brought to the party. The Tupperware of the peppermint bark she made the night before sat untouched and completely forgotten.

She should have listened to Aura before. She just didn't understand why until now.

Robin grabbed the container and took a bottle of hard apple cider off the drink counter. Staying here wasn't seeming worth it anymore.

She found herself outside and turned on the porch lights. The swing bench still had the cushions on, along with the throw pillows. She sat on the bench, started snacking on the peppermint bark, and opened the bottle.

Robin found The Polar Express on the YouTube app on her phone for about $5 to rent. She charged it to her credit card and hit play. She was barely into the hot chocolate scene when sleep overtook her.

"...Robin?...Wake up...Robin..."

The familiar voice and a gentle shake of her shoulder lored Robin out of sleep. She opened her eyes to see Aura's concerned face looking back at her.

"What are you doing out here? I've been looking all over for you." Aura said as Robin slowly sat up, and she sat close to her. "How long have you been out here? You feel freezing." Aura wrapped her arm around Robin's waist and felt her exposed hands.

She felt like her mind was still swimming in drowsiness as she tried to come up with a response, "I, um, I guess I fell asleep." she said in between pauses.

Robin ignored her body shivering despite Aura placing her coat over her shoulders. "Can you take me back home?" she asked in a small voice.

"Of course, I think we had enough for tonight."

#roura #rpdr s15 #my writing #rpdr fanfiction #implied mild hypothermia #my drabbles

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springdandelixn · 2 years

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Behind Closed Doors - Part V

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41825796/chapters/107173545

Roommate!Loki x Reader

Summary: You and your roommate, Loki, have come to a mutual arrangement. But as time passes by, you can’t help but wish for it to be more.

Warnings: angst - honestly, I think this is all there is

I apologize for the wait but here it finally is! We’re almost to the end, my loves! And I hope y’all stay for the finale.

As always, your comments and likes are highly appreciated. Reblogs would make me the happiest as it would share the weird love story of these two haha.Thank you once again and know that I love every one of you 💚

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

For days, your mind has been in a constant haze. As if in a state of limbo, uncertain whether you should talk to Loki about what transpired at the cafe or remain silent as you have been before that fateful day. You choose the latter, for you no longer desire to have any more heartaches to ensue and after seeing the black eye and bruise on Loki’s cheek after bumping into him the morning after in the kitchen, you’re glad about the decision you’ve made.

It even makes you scoff at how childish both men have been. Though you blame Steve for being nosey altogether and Loki goading him doesn’t make him innocent either.

They keep their distance, all the same, something you are thankful for yet still make the effort to avoid them. Blocking Steve’s number the same night and ignoring Loki when you see him in passing, making it clear to him that you do not wish to be within his orbit.

You no longer fear or worry about his presence but the pain has been your regular companion throughout the days. Loki’s words still echo in your head that you would find yourself in a daze at the most inconvenient moment, at work, in the kitchen—that cost you burning an egg, even during your baths, that it only urges you to keep scrolling through the list of rentals on your browser.

You’ve changed your routine once more. But this time, you revert back to when you were living alone. You still leave the coffee pot warm, not wanting to fresh grounds to go stale but gone are the days of you slaving away in the kitchen just to prepare him a meal. You still make one, but only for yourself to take to work. And at times, you’d not prepare anything at all, opting to purchase at the cafe or the convenience store close to your office building.

And your weekend, you filled them with viewing schedules. Waking up early to meet the homeowners and check the units they offer. You even found yourself perusing the furniture store, being a constant window shopper at IKEA, and dreaming of the amenities you wish to decorate your future home.

You wake up late Monday morning, calling Maria and texting Sam to tell them that you’ll be doing a half-shift for the day. One of the apartments you’ve been eyeing for a while has finally called the night before and agreed to let you view the place the following morning. And with so many positive reviews you’ve seen about the building, in regards to location and accessibility, even with how friendly the neighbors are, you’re not passing up the opportunity.

All dressed in work clothes and with your purse in your hand, you look down at your phone to check the time. Loki is home. But it’s late enough for him that you’re banking on the fact that he’s already gone to bed. You don’t want him asking questions as to why you’re leaving later than usual, you don’t even plan on telling him that you’re moving until your final week in the apartment. It’s a douche move, you have to admit. Constantly berated yourself about the insensitivity especially when so much would be at stake, but you’re done thinking of others, of him.

Besides, you’ve kept aside some rent money to help him get by for a month. That would be enough, right?

When you hear no sound coming from the main room, you quietly open your bedroom door and make your way to the front of the apartment. But the aroma of freshly brewed coffee takes you by surprise, making you look at the kitchen to see the machine lit and the pot half full. But what surprises you even further is the sight of your lunch container sitting on the kitchen counter.

You walk towards it, curious as to why it’s out then blink when you see it full through the transparent lid. Pasta, and a side of chicken taking up the space. Your eyes then take notice of the sheet of paper tucked underneath. Placing your purse atop the counter, you take the sheet, your heart constricting when you read the inscription.

I took the liberty of preparing your meal for the day. You’ve done it for me so many times, I want to return the favor. I’m sorry if it’s only now that I’m doing this. I hope you have a great day today at work, Darling.

Always Yours, Loki

It’s the first time he’s made contact with you since that night and you will yourself not to cry as you stare down at the letter. But such efforts are a lost cause as the words blur in your vision, the tears flowing freely down your face. Your hands shake and you have to lean against the counter to compose yourself. The note brings back all the emotions you’ve felt since the night he confessed his feelings to you and more from the past.

You want to forgive him. You really do. To bury the hatchet and start anew. You still love him for god’s sake but you don’t know where to begin, how to even begin. You’re still too broken to take that step and there’s a small voice in your head that continuously tells you that he’s crossed the line, that what he’s done has created more damage than could possibly be fixed over another conversation.

Yet a small smile forms on your lips as you look down at his note once more then at the food he’s prepared. You fold the paper in half and tuck it in your purse. Wiping the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand, you head over to the pantry to take out your lunch bag and stuff the container inside before grabbing a thermos to fill it with hot coffee.

You’re thankful for his effort and you’re not stupid nor heartless to put it all to waste.

“The living room is attached to the kitchen. The washer and dryer are just at the end of the counter and you have a kitchen island that also serves as a dining table if that’s alright with you.”

You nod as Jonah, the unit owner, shows you around the apartment, hand gesturing to the rooms he’s mentioned and following him like a lost cat through the wooden flooring.

You look around the place and notice that it’s much smaller than the apartment you share with Loki. A one bedroom and bath with a balcony attached and the kitchen and living room furnished with the necessities. Your eyes then land on the single armchair sitting at the side of the coffee table, and you cannot help but think about the one back at your place, the one Loki has claimed for himself. And all of a sudden, you imagine him sitting on the furniture. Mug in hand, wearing that black Henley shirt you love on him while he looks at you with a smirk playing on his lips.

You blink away your thoughts and divert your eyes from the couch, your mind running in circles and hearing yet not listening to what Jonah is saying as he shows you the bathroom and then the bedroom. “It has a walk-in closet and my wife said it’s something most young women like to have.” He comments with a chuckle and you smile at him if only to be polite, walking into the room when he pushes the door wide and humming in approval of its coziness.

There’s a queen bed in the middle, similar to the one you have and your mind begins playing with you once more as the image of Loki sleeping on the bed fills you. His toned back moving between the sheets and duvet as he breathes and his raven hair fanned around the pillow under his head, looking peaceful in his state of slumber. You force yourself to look away, almost bumping into Jonah as you scurry out of the room.

You feel a shiver run up your spine and your chest tightening as you clutch on the armchair tightly. Your eyes scan the place, looking for something to keep you grounded but everywhere you look, all you see is him. Loki cooking in the kitchen with a wide smile on his face. Him watching the game on the television while he cheers on his favorite team. Loki standing on the balcony, looking out at the view and casting a perfect silhouette as the sunset before him.

You don’t understand what is happening to you, why images of Loki continue to appear. You wanted to move out to get away from him, to leave the pain behind, yet he continues to plague you, haunt you, even in this place where you knew he couldn’t follow.

You feel a hand rest on your shoulder and immediately flinch, moving away from the culprit and almost instantly feeling ashamed when you look up to see Jonah with his hands up in defense, his blue eyes full of concern as he takes a step back.

“My dear, are you alright? Do you need to sit down?” He asks and you look around to get a grip on reality, giving him a nod as you move to sit on the couch.

“I—I'm fine.” You stutter your response. “Just—the nerves. Moving and all.” You lie.

“I understand.” He smiles at you but the look on his face tells you that he doesn’t believe you. “I know moving isn’t all that easy.” He says as he walks over to the balcony and slides the door open. You inhale deeply as the cool autumn breeze blows in and brushes against your face. “Do you have any questions about the place? Any concerns?” He asks as he takes a seat on the armchair, his ankle resting above his knee as he leans against the arm of the seat.

“Uhhh—” God you feel like a fool. Ever since imagining Loki on the armchair, your mind wasn’t fully focused on the tour. Too busy questioning why your mind continues to conjure images of him. “Not really.” He chuckles and you look down at your hands in embarrassment.

“Very well. If you don’t mind, I do have a question for you.” You look up at him. “More like a screening question really but might I ask why you’re wanting to move? What of the place you have now? Bad landlord?”

You look down at your hands once more as you rub them against your thighs, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you think of what to tell him but only coming up with the real reason you decided to move out in the first place. To run away. “My roommate hasn’t been the best to live with lately.” It’s not entirely a lie but it’s not the whole truth either.

“I see.” You hear him hum. “But they savory enough to live with before? What changed?”

You sigh. “—so many things.” And it shocks you at how open you’re being with this stranger.

He doesn't know you and you don’t know him either. You could easily refuse to answer his questions and just end the viewing all at once. But with how he’s looking at you and how soft he speaks, the timbre of his voice almost dampening the tension that surrounds you, you can’t help but feel at ease and feel the desire to let out all your frustrations.

You haven’t spoken to anyone about what happened to you and Loki. There’s no one to tell. Not even your best friends for not only have you not found the time to inform them of the ongoings of your life, but you don’t want to pester them with the woes of your heart. With how pathetic of a drama your life has reached. Yet here’s this man, probably old enough to be your dad, giving you something akin to support that you didn’t know you desperately needed.

“Have you talked to them about it?”

“Huh?”

“Have you told them why you no longer find them bearable to live with?”

“I don’t— I—” You stutter and he chuckles lightly at your confusion.

“You should talk to them. Iron out any wrinkles before you move.” He says, his fingers tapping against his shin as he keeps his eyes on you.

“Why? Wouldn’t leaving be better to avoid any bad blood?”

“Do they know you’re leaving?” You shake your head to the negative. “Then that would cause even more bad blood and life is too short to make enemies.” He speaks as if he’s taking from experience. “And running away doesn’t really solve anything.” He adds and your eyes widen at his comment, feeling vulnerable with how much he’s reading into your emotions. “Not that we wouldn’t want you to rent our place, that would be marvelous actually. But if you don’t clear things out before you move, then you’re just bringing your problems wherever you go.”

“I never said I was running away.” You say almost defensively.

“I know. But you look like it.” He answers as if it’s an obvious fact. “I was in your shoes once. That’s why I bought this place,” His hand waves around the apartment before resting it back on his leg. “So that I could get away from all my problems. Start fresh. Clean slate. Easy. But my problems only followed me back here and the apartment never truly felt like home, it felt more like a prison because I would willingly shut myself in.”

You stare at him as the advice he gave you begins to slowly sink into your bones. You’ve never had a decent talk with Loki. Even after he told you of his feelings, not once have you both sat down and faced the problem head-on, and here you are once more, finding ways to avoid him. Running away and with how your mind began playing with you, you can’t help but agree with Jonah. That the problems will just materialize themselves if you don’t attempt to fix them.

“Talk to them. It’ll also help you breathe easier.” He smiles and you give him a sincere one back. Your heart feeling somewhat light from his words of advice. “So, if you’re still interested in renting out the property, just send us an email and my wife will get back to you with the paperwork. I’ll even keep the place vacant for a month until you decide.”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his offer. “Oh—you don’t have t—”

“It’s alright. Really.” He chuckles at your state of shock. “I see myself a lot in you and I know when to offer help, especially to someone who needs it.”

You nod and follow him when he stands, shaking his hand when he offers it and walking to the front door. “Thank you so much, Mr. Morran. For everything.” You smile and give the apartment a once over before looking back at him. “You do have a lovely home.”

“Please, dear, Jonah will do.” He says, giving your hand a gentle pat before walking with you to the elevator.

“I’m beat.” Sam groans as he swivels in his chair, giving yours a light kick that makes you face him curiously. “Coffee break?” You look at your thermos and see it empty, nodding at his request before taking your wallet and phone and standing from your seat. “Starbucks or 711?”

“Depends. Are we feeling fancy or are we feeling cheap?” You laugh and follow him to the elevator.

As you and Sam walk across the lobby, you turn your head when you hear your name being called and freeze when you see Steve approaching you. You take a step back, Sam’s hands holding your shoulders when you bump into him as Steve steps closer.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asks, looking at Steve curiously. “Who’s that?”

“Nobody.” You answer before righting yourself. “What do you want? I thought I said to leave me alone?”

“Please. I just want to talk.” Steve says and you snort when you see the fading bruise on his eye and the cut on his lip. “Just coffee or even no coffee. We can talk right here. Please, just a few minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”

You didn’t think that you would see Steve again. You thought he got the message when you blocked him completely. But you were too confident to think that he would stay away. He was persistent the first time and it would only be natural that he would do the same a second time around.

Your brows draw together as you take on Steve’s image, huffing out a breath before looking back at Sam. “I’m feeling Starbucks today. You?”

“Starbucks sounds nice.” Sam grins.

You turn to Steve. “You’re buying Sam’s coffee too. Just coffee and talk. We have fifteen minutes to spend.” You say curtly and walk out of the building, Sam walking in step with you and Steve following behind like a lost puppy.

You sit down with Sam as you wait for Steve to get your drinks. You sense him looking at you and probably itching to ask who Steve is. So you face him and give him a sigh, rolling your eyes when you see the smirk playing on his lips.

“He’s my roommate’s friend and he was an ass to me.” You simply say and turn your attention back to the busy cafe.

“He looks pathetic.” You snort at Sam’s comment before facing him with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, he’s one burly dude yet he’s begging like a kid just for you to talk to him? He must have done something really stupid for him to get to that level.”

“You could probably say that.” You chuckle and then look up when Steve approaches your table, two large cups and a small one nestled in the paper tray.

Sam looks at the cups and reaches for his, standing from his seat right after. “Alright. I guess I’m no longer needed here.” He says, raising his cup to Steve. “Thanks for the coffee, dude. And you,” He turns to you and winks. “He messes with you, you know where to find me.” He grins, nodding once more at Steve before leaving.

You take yours and hum at the warmth of the cup when you wrap your hands around it. Taking in the aroma of the macchiato before looking over at Steve as he sits across from you.

“Okay. Talk.” You instruct before taking a welcome sip of the hot beverage.

“Dove—”

“No. Let me stop you right there.” You cut him off by holding a finger to him. “That’s not my name and I would really appreciate it if you would stop calling me that.” You snap, tamping down your growing annoyance with another sip.

“I’m sorry—” He frowns and bows his head, looking down at the table. “For everything. I overstepped and that was wrong for me to do.” You hum mid-way as he speaks. “I just—I really like you and became protective of you and seeing you crying? I couldn’t bare it.”

“So you had to threaten Loki for you to bare it?” You mock before shooting your eyes to the heavens when he looks at you with confusion. “It’s not only that, Steve. You and Loki can beat the shit out of each other and I couldn’t care less,” That’s a lie. Of course, you would care about Loki getting hurt. “but you kissed me. Two times. Even after we talked about staying friends and you were even the one who suggested to be friends.” You huff and flex your fingers to calm your nerves. “You’re a great guy, Steve. Really. You’re sweet and I enjoyed your company a lot but you just went overboard and it’s become too much.” You sigh deeply and face him once more. “I don’t know if I can be friends with you. If Loki invites you to the apartment again for a game night or whatever you guys usually do, then I’ll be civil but beyond that, I’m not really sure.”

“I—” He looks at you almost to the verge of tears then nods. “I understand. And I’m really really sorry.”

“It’s alright,” You nod and look down at your phone, standing when you notice the time. “My fifteen is over. I should be heading back.” He nods at you and you make to walk away but when you glance at him once more, seeing the defeat in his entire being, you can’t help the swirl of pity that fills you.

Yes, he’s stepped on some boundaries but what you said is true. That he is a great guy. If he didn’t cross lines and respected what you wanted, you don’t doubt that the both of you would have been good friends.

You let out a sigh and groan inwardly, poking his muscley arm before nodding your head in the direction of the door. “Walk me back.” You tell him and you don’t know why you’re even tossing him a bone. But Jonah’s words from earlier runs through your head and you can’t help but agree that life is indeed too short to make enemies.

You don’t want Steve to be your friend, that you have already established. But you don’t want him to be your enemy either.

“Really?” He asks.

“Just walking, Steve.” You put your foot down and give him a serious look. “Nothing more.”

You want to roll your eyes when he gives you a wide smile but stop yourself, walking over to the exit and feeling him trail behind you.

Friday finally arrives and you stay laying in bed after your alarm woke you up. You forgot that you booked the day off in hopes of looking for more places to view but after the last one, you decided to put a halt to the search, taking in Jonah's words about talking to Loki before even considering taking the leap of moving.

You’ve been staring at the images of the apartment for the past couple of days. Admiring the fixtures and how perfect it looks for you to live in. But you refrain from sending them an email, even more now as Loki continues to leave you with his gifts: food prepared and packed on the kitchen counter, even taking the liberty of filling your tumbler with coffee himself. The letter has also been a mainstay but he’s now added flowers to the mix.

Each day is different. Some days a bouquet and other days, a single-stem blossom. And it makes you think where he gets these for you know where he works, you’ve passed by it a couple of times in the past to drop him off some dinner, and not once have you seen a flower shop nearby.

The clang of a pan sounds from outside your door and you sit up, looking at the clock on your nightstand and taking note of the time. Loki is home. And you don’t doubt that he’s fixing you up something to eat. Getting out of bed, you make your way to your ensuite to wash your face and brush your teeth, slipping on a hoodie over your camisole before taking a deep breath and quietly opening your door, not wanting to startle your roommate from his task.

And just as you expected, he’s busy in the kitchen. Your lunch container already sitting on the counter, a bouquet of sunflowers resting beside it. You know that he’s making an omelet from the aroma that fills the living room.

Talk to him. You hear Jonah’s voice in your head as you continue watching Loki. Your teeth worry your lip as you try to find the courage to do so. You’re still nervous about facing him, that’s the reality of it. Your body shivering lightly just from the thought of speaking with him again after a week of silence. But he’s right. Jonah is right. Either you choose to move out or stay, you have to fix the bridge between you and Loki. He means a lot to you even with the lingering pain and as much as you wanted to run away from him, deep down, you know that you don’t want to lose him.

Slowly, you make your way to the living room, breathing through your nose as you try to calm your nerves then leaning against the back of the couch to spectate him in his role of chef.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Jesus Christ!” He yelps and you can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips at his reaction. His face then softens albeit still shocked from your sudden appearance and you move over to the counter, sitting on the stool. “I know—but I want to.” He says, sliding the egg dish into the container.

“I mean, you don’t have to do that because I don’t have work today.” You tell him, resting your elbow on the marble surface and then leaning your cheek against your fist. “Booked the day off today.”

You’re talking. That’s good. Keep going. You push yourself and tighten your fist, grasping onto the courage that tries to flee.

“Oh,” Loki says, placing the pan back on the stove. “You can still eat it later today. Or you can eat it now?” He gives you a small smile, opening then closing a drawer before handing you a fork. “Breakfast.”

You take the fork from him and slice through the dish, humming as you take your first bite. “Uhhh—needs salt.” You comment, Loki immediately turning around to grab the salt shaker from the spice cabinet and placing it beside you. “Thank you.”

You eat in silence. Loki watching you from across the counter, happy that he’s keeping his distance. You’re ready to talk to him but touch is a whole other subject you can’t quite grasp on.

“You’re speaking to me again.” He says as you finish your meal, looking up at him before nodding at his words. “Does that mean you’ve forgiven me? You’re no longer angry with me?”

“Angry? No.” You shake your head before letting out a soft sigh. “Forgiven? No either.” He frowns. “But someone told me that I should talk to you. Fix things between us before—” You hesitate for a second, exhaling hard before you continue. “—before I leave.”

“Leave?” His eyes grow wide and in an instant, he’s beside you. You slip out of the stool and hold your hand out to him, Loki stopping, pain and panic etching on his face as he looks at you. “You’re leaving?” He asks once more. “You’re leaving me?”

“Things have just been too much lately, Loki.” You mumble, fiddling with your fingers as you try to cough out the words in your throat. “And I’ve been so confused and hurt and I just wanted to run away from it all. To run away from you.”

“Darling—”

“Please, let me finish.”

He nods and you swallow thickly as you push on.

“I found a place. Far from the city—probably 30 minutes by car and an hour by transit.” You move to sit on his armchair, hands folding atop your thighs, the weight and tension of the moment weighing you down physically and emotionally. “I already met the owner and he’s agreed to hold the unit for me until I’ve decided.”

Hope glimmers in his eyes, taking a step closer to you. “That means you haven’t—”

You shake your head. “Not yet.”

“What’s stopping you?” He asks although cautious.

You sigh, rubbing your hands against your knees. “You. You’re the one stopping me, Loki.” There’s strength in your words and the emotions you’ve been tamping down since last week begin to bubble over. Your tears spill from your eyes and your fists clench tightly against your skin as you choke out your next words. “Because everywhere I look, I see you! All I saw in that apartment was you! You sleeping on the bed. You watching your TV. You smiling that stupid smile of yours while watching the sunset!” You heave, wiping the tears away harshly with your sleeves. “I love you so much and I wish I didn’t. I wish we just fucked like normal people and that I never grew feelings for you. That way, I can move out without a hitch. But you’re imprinted on me for some reason and I can’t get away from—”

Your words get muffled when Loki presses his lips against yours. And you could feel your heart exploding, your hands reaching up to grab his wrists as he cups your face, lips, and teeth crashing against each other in a desperate kiss. You’re filled with need as his mouth moves greedily against yours, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head as he keeps you close.

You scold yourself as you find yourself kissing him back, your lips moving in their own accord, feeling that if you stop, your heart would stop along with it.

The kiss breaks when you both come up for air, Loki sliding down on his knees before you as he takes your hands in his own, pressing them against his lips as his tears begin to fall. Your heart constricts from the pain that radiates from his face.

“I’m so sorry—” He chokes out, his hands tightening around yours. “It was never my intention to hurt you. I would never want to hurt you but I did and now you’re suffering because of me. Because I was arrogant and selfish and a coward and—” He looks up at you, his mouth agape as if trying to grasp the words he wants to say. But you stop him, taking your hands from his to hold his face, shaking your head as you try to wipe away his tears.

“I’m sorry too—” You frown, your lips quivering as you try to stifle your tears. “I was so scared to think what you would do if you found out how I felt about you. I pulled away when we should have talked. I should have been braver else we wouldn’t be in this shit show.” You lean down and press your forehead against his as you can no longer bare to see the pain you’re causing the man you love.

It’s finally dawned on you. Your mistake since the beginning. Yes, he’s hurt you but seeing him now, just how broken he looks and how much pain he’s in, you know just as well that you’ve hurt him just as much. He’s tried countless times to reach out and all you did was pull away.

But you only did so to protect yourself. To protect your heart. Yet as you were trying to do just that, thinking it would be the best plan of action, you were breaking his in return. That everything he’s called himself, selfish, arrogant, a coward, was a reflection of you. You owe him just as much as he does you and you know that you should do just as much work to rebuild the relationship you once had. But you don’t know where to start.

“We’re so broken, Loki.” You mumble. I—I don’t know what to do. How do we fix this?”

“We’ll take it slow.” He says, almost enthusiastic yet wary, facing him when he tips your chin up. “We’ll start from the ground up. Do all the works and rebuild what we once had, maybe even turn it into something better.” There’s a smile fighting to show on his face but the frown wins the battle. “Even if it means we remain friends. Just—please,” He gasps, taking your hand and pressing it against his cheek. “Please, stay.”

You swallow hard and move to slide down from your seat, joining him on the floor and wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him tight. You both sob in silence, the cries of your hearts screaming loudly in the frigid morning.

You don’t know if this would work if this is what you both should do. You try to think of running away once more, of pulling through with your original plan but just the thought of saying goodbye to Loki as you pack your things and go, and seeing his face as you close the door, makes is hard to breathe. That a life without him, as pathetic as it sounds, would be a dull one to live in.

Then and there, you make up your mind and press a kiss on his temple as you nod. Your hand cradles his head as he buries his face on your neck, the sound of his cries tearing into your chest.

You whisper. “I’ll stay.”

You both end up on his armchair. His back against the seat and you on his lap, sitting in silence as you hold each other, making up for the time you both lost since the day you pulled away. Your eyes are sore from all the tears and when you look down at him, you see his eyes red and puffy and it makes you run your fingers through his hair and press a kiss on each eyelid.

His asleep. Beautiful even with how distraught he looks. His lashes fanned over his cheeks and his lips slightly parted as he breathes. He looks peaceful and you feel the same, leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead as you rest your cheek once more against his hair.

Your mind then flits back to Jonah. His advice swirling around you and you can’t help but think that he was sent by the heavens. Probably sick and tired of all the nonsense of your actions and decided to intervene and help you and Loki find each other once more.

Things are still beyond okay for the both of you. But you won’t hesitate to test the waters and give your best effort in rebuilding the bridge you both once had. To tie back the strings you both weaved together and make it whole once more. Though you are hopeful and that itself is enough.

“I’m rooting for you, Loki.” You mumble against his hair, your tears threatening to fall once more as you’re filled with so much love for this man. “I’m rooting for us.”

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His and Her Perspectives - Chapter 4 (18+ only)

Chapter 4! This isn't the surprise btw, i just happened to finish editing this draft and decided to post before going to bed. Another smut chapter, so minors DNI. Again, i warned HHP starts off a little bit slow and lots of smut is in it, but trust me the storyline and developing plots are coming soon, just like MGR and MRE arcs. HHP just starts off by continuing the series with day to day events of you and Heeseung, so that's why we haven't reached the good parts yet, but we're really close.

Pairings: A handsome stud MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung and you.

Warnings: Again, smut...like very detailed smut. Another chapter of you getting ruined by the stud Heeseung. Rough sex, unprotected, breeding kink, contemplating of stopping and continuing sexual act, waking up to sexual acts (non-penetrative) and some curse words.

Again, a couple (or maybe just one more) chapter(s) and we get to the good stuff, in the meantime...you get rammed loved by your man.

-Begin Read-

The trip to the valley felt like an eternity, the four-hour drive was exaggerated by the slurred traffic and lack of scenery, only up until the last hour of travel did the view become memorable by the charm and beauty of nature and the widespread of vineyards.

The girls made the trip worthwhile; you enjoyed listening and chiming in on the jokes and harmless gossip that led to minutes of hard laughter and wide smiles. Emily had fit right in with the girls, and you enjoyed seeing that she was used to the circle of friends. Though you didn’t let it show, you kept wondering how Heeseung was doing in the separate car with the guys, especially seeing as he volunteered to drive.

He must have felt so sour about being separated from you, that being behind the wheel was one way to take his mind off it. That, and the fact that he was able to fluctuate the speed of the vehicle to be either next to or behind you and the girls. Though he didn’t attempt to catch your attention or look through to wave, his eyes remained ever glued to the road, however, you had an inkling that he used his peripheral vision to view you through the window.

By the time you guys had arrived at the rental, it was near dawn. The boys immediately went to the nearest store to grab everything they needed to start grilling, while you and the girls took out all the luggage and designated rooms.

The house was large, huge in fact. It had over six bedrooms and bathrooms, all were spacious and tastefully decorated with romanticized bedding and upholstery. It was all very vintage, with a range of pink and nude damask patterns and threaded wallpaper to match.

The living room was the largest space in the entire house. It had a large window wall that overlooked the vast acreage of the valley, all covered with rows of grapevines neatly displayed and ready for harvest. The living room had been furnished to fit the details of a home theater, with a large tv mounted on a wall, hanging above an elongated console set, with three large sets of couches facing it. Each sofa easily seating at least six people.

The open floor concept of the home theater shared the kitchen that was located on the opposite end. There was plenty of counter space and a large island that overlooked the main living space. It was truly the perfect spot to stay in for a large group.

After picking out the rooms, situating the luggage and unpacking, everyone decided to link up with the guys outside, seeing how they fared with the BBQ. The night was filled with laughter, drinks, and games as you all enjoyed the warm night air, dining on the large picnic table on the patio right outside the living room.

During the entire dining event, you and Heeseung sat across from one another. Sitting next to Emily, you engaged in friendly and humorous conversation as he propped his arm on the table by the elbow, resting his face on his hand. His free hand, however, would brush up against your leg as he reached down, causing you to glance over to find him facing you. His handy baseball cap, as always, covered his eyes, leaving only his nose and his smirky lips exposed. Each time you felt the touch of his hand on your kneecap, he earned a quick glance from you, sometimes with a slight smile and chuckle accompanying it, causing his smirk to grow.

You did enjoy yourself with the group, however, it was quite challenging seeing as how Heeseung was dressed all in black, which only enhanced that mysterious vibe he was unleashing with the cap covering his eyes. His ensemble marked with the scent of his cologne made him irresistible. You did a good job to keep composed and act as if you weren’t affected, but found it internally humorous after noticing how the girls, including Emily, took turns to take a minor opportunity to flick a glance at him at some point in the night. You didn’t mind at all, you took it as a form of a compliment, seeing as how you noticed their boyfriends, to include Jake, all doing the same to you.

Seeing the reaction, you both earned from everyone else, it almost felt as if you and Heeseung had belonged to one another. You both gave off a similar vibe when it came to the peak standards of attraction and sex appeal, Heesueng being more mysterious and masculine while yours was more charming and natural in the feminine aspect.

His face remained in your direction, you’re unsure if he noticed the looks from the others at all. You pretended to not notice him facing you, only viewing from your peripherals or the occasional glances, did you noticed that his face went from leaning on to his hand as he straightened his head and began rubbing his index finger along his lips. All the while tilting his head slightly back to show his gleaming eyes staring at you beneath the shadow of his hat. The smirk increasing against his suggestive rubbing of said finger caused you the knot in your gut to formulate, enhancing the tingling and numbing sensation to emerge as you kept yourself together, yet internally you were moaning your heart out for him.

Had it not been for your constant conversation with Emily by your side, your composure would have faltered, displaying your weakened state, especially since his free hand remained on your leg the whole time.

Once everyone was done feasting, you all decided to watch a movie. Regardless how late it was, the frequent consumption of alcohol with dinner had everyone develop a spry state of inebriation. Though you didn’t consume not nearly as much, two glasses of wine did give you a blissful buzz, as did Heeseung.

After cleaning up the picnic table and washing the dishes, you all gathered on to the sofa sets. You and Heeseung had the center sofa to yourselves since each couple gathered on the other two to share the unfinished bottles of wine and liquor leftover from dinner. You were content with the buzz alone and it seemed Heeseung was as well, so you both enjoyed sitting next to each other as the lights were all turned off and the movie began playing.

Halfway into the movie, you noticed each couple falling asleep, some remained on the sofas, while others were cuddling and sleeping on the massive plush rug in the center. Once you noticed it was you, Heeseung, Jake and Emily that remained awake, you shifted to sit on your side, with your back facing him as you leaned in on your hand, propping it with your arm against the back rest of the sofa. Heeseung’s arm was extended and rested along the top of the connected backrest, his hand inches away from the back of your head. You felt his fingers pinching a grab of your hair and twirling it around his fingers. The reflection of the window wall showed that his face remained in the direction of the TV, yet the details of his eyes under his cap remained inconspicuous and you wondered if he was actually looking at you.

The very moment you had wondered about his eyes, you had suddenly drifted off to sleep. You recall briefly waking in the middle of the night, well after the movie was over. The TV went into rest mode and shut off, leaving the room nearly pitch black had it not been for the moonlight peering in through the large windows. Heeseung pulling you in to lay next to him is what woke you. The feeling of his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you backwards, laying you down on your side, facing the back cushions of the sofa, while your back was nestled tightly against his chest. The sound of slumber exhales from the others filled the room as you fell back asleep.

The dream you had was pleasant, possibly due to the glasses of wine you had. It was the first time you dreamed of you and Heeseung, and it felt so real. The stimulation of the numbness and tingling rising from your pelvis to your chest as you felt him laying beneath you, thrusting upwards and fucking his body fluids into you. The rays of sunlight coming into the setting allowed for you to fully view every muscle definition his body secured, which had only made your dream that much better as the visual effect increased the euphoric sensation. It felt so real. It felt too real.

Your eyes remained closed, yet you came into consciousness as you felt your body being pressed and rubbed from behind. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist, to the point where it became slightly painful. You raise your hands only to be reminded that you were facing the back cushions of the couch, trapping you against him. His mouth leaving you sweet and wet kisses on your neckline, the straps of your fitted summer dress slinked down below your shoulders, fully exposing skin, collarbone, and the cleavage of your cradled bosom. The bill of his hat grazes along your cheek as he continued to kiss the soft skin below your jawline, eventually sucking on it.

You feel his arm loosen around your waist as he reaches up and unties the laced string at the front of your dress, holding your breasts together. Pulling the string loose, you feel the cool air creeping into the center of your chest as the lacing comes undone, allowing the dress to peel down and exposing your breasts. He reaches in through the loose material and takes advantage of your decision to not pair the dress with a strapless bra, giving him full access to the pure nudity of each mound as he takes a handful, massages, and slightly pinches the nipple.

His handling of your chest caused you to bite your lip, desperately trying to hold back the moan. It barely helped, as you did your best and yet, a quivering gasp whispered out from your mouth as he dry thrusted his hips against you. You placed a hand on his arm, which had gone back to you wrapping itself around your waist as each thrust became more intense, you tapped along the hard muscles of his forearm and whispered your pleas to him.

“Heeseung…please…not here. We can’t…” You whispered as quietly as you could, your voice was seeping out in between, the sensation was ridding your body to succumb to his act, and you found it nearly impossible to control it.

“Mmm…wrong name baby.”

Your eyes widened at the low tone that spoke out. He didn’t even attempt to whisper, it was deep and dark just as it always was, but not as Heeseung.

“Ethan…!”

You harshly whispered in slight panic, the moment you did so, his movements became faster and harder. You felt his hand reach down, grabbing on to your mini dress as he rolls it up and snakes his hand underneath and begins to pull down your panties. He nearly rips them as he drags the flimsy material down just far enough, where he lifts one of your legs to feed through it, leaving it to remain wrapped around the other.

Realizing that it was Ethan’s dark persona that was stimulating your body had you worried, knowing how much of a rough lover he is, you didn’t want to risk waking everyone. Yet, finding your voice on the matter was hard, too hard, because the sensation he was subjecting you to felt too good and as much as you wanted him to stop, you felt just as strongly in wanting him to continue. A contradiction that you always found yourself in whenever Ethan was with you.

“Ethan…please…not here. Not here…Ethan.” You whispered trying to refrain from sounding so desperate, yet the slight moaning in between proved only that you were enjoying the feeling, and he saw it plain as day. It was obvious that even though you were concerned about waking the others, it was minimal compared to your body’s reaction and the sound of your voice.

He didn’t respond, instead, he halted the sucking of your neck and lifted his face to seal your lips into a lengthy kiss. His tongue harshly penetrated through every barrier you measly put up, massaging every inch of your mouth. The way he had your body weakened from his motions caused you to lack the strength to build some level of restraint. Every moment you heard someone turn in their sleep stirred you to panic, causing you to try and peel his forearm off your waist, but was useless as you lacked any strength to do anything. The harder he went, the more the pleasure had sucked you dry of any energy within you.

You felt his arm loosen once more, though this time, it was to reach around and undo the button and zipper of his black jeans. Initially shocked out of your pleasured state, just only for a second, you lost the opportunity to harshly whisper out for him to refrain or even suggest going upstairs, as his free hand moves up and presses your face against his, sealing your lips yet again in a passionate kiss.

This was the way Ethan was, he was passionate, sexy, and dangerous. He found it thrilling to take certain risks, and by working you he was slowly getting you to enjoy it as well. Just like he did when he fucked you in front of Samuel. This was the side of Ethan that you did reluctantly enjoy, just as there were aspects of Heeseung’s side that Ethan lacked, yet you loved it just as much.

Once he fed his phallic muscle through the opening of his briefs, you immediately felt the smooth warmth of the skin and the stiffness of the shaft as he begins to feed it between your legs. You felt him wrap his fingers near the tip, guiding it in between and disrupting the neatness of your folds as you felt them spreading. The enigma of your desires rambled inside as you went from desiring him to go on, then suddenly changing heart the moment you felt his tip breaching entry. You reacted by closing your legs as tight as you could, but it did nothing. His muscle was too hard and stiff, it pushed through with ease, and you found yourself no longer wanting to pause, instead, you wanted him to keep going.

The tightness of your entry admitted friction and slight struggle for him to go all the way in, he committed to small thrusts to inch his way in little by little, causing your walls to promote moisture as you feel him entering in deeper and deeper. The more fluids your walls created, the easier he was able to enter, and before you knew it, he was all the way in. His mouth opened wide and covered your ear as he let out a single, deep and gasping moan as he rotates his hips, burrowing his dick deeper into you.

Yet again, the contradiction of your desires pulls and pushes your mind left and right as you began to feel yourself wanting to stop, knowing that the height of your gasping moans rising in volume, no matter if they were whispered out or not. Trying to prevent the risk of waking everyone, you appealed to him yet again, although barely hanging on to your pleas as you felt yourself changing your mind yet again at the immense pleasure Ethan was giving you.

“Uh! Eth…Ethan...uh! Ethan. Uh Ethan please!”

Your moans came out less pleading and more pleasurable as you felt him gaining more depth with each thrust. The last bit of your hesitancy disappeared, and you found yourself back to wanting him to keep going after he slightly lifted your free leg. By sliding his hand up underneath your knee, your leg submitted to a natural bend, bringing your ankle in for him to reach and grab onto. He pulls it around his back side before he slides his hand back up and reaches over to plant it on your inner thigh, keeping your leg spread in place. Now that you were wide open, he was able to speed up his thrusts, which he did sharply, lacking any gradual approach.

Hearing your whispers turning into full vocal moans, he moves his free hand up to cover your mouth, pushing your head back to lean against his throat. The shifting movement of your body jolting upwards from his thrusts admitted your forehead to tap the smooth surface underneath his jaw, upon feeling it, he further tilts your head back as he muffles your moans and gasps. With your head now pressed up against his Adam’s Apple, the stretch of your throat as your facial features fully suspended upwards, he looks downward to touch the tip of your nose with his own. He removes his hand from your mouth just a moment to admit an upside-down kiss as he thrusts into you, causing you to be shifted up and adding depth to the kiss. The hand that remained on your thigh comes back up and once again, wraps around your waist as you feel your dress slowly coming back down and covering the visual of his cock thrusting into you, as if it wasn’t happening. The smoothness and shined coating of his skin, effortlessly going in and out of you almost appeared as if his cock was melting into your entry. The shaft was slick and connected into you, fully swallowed in, and looked as if it was feeding your cavity as it remained tightly wrapped around him.

The wrap of his arm around your waist added to the momentum as you felt his strength lift, push, and pull you up and down, wherever he wanted you as he thrusted. His hand went back to muffling your moans after the kiss, though you’re not sure if it had helped. Thank goodness everyone had fallen asleep drunk, otherwise they would have surely woken up to the harsh gasps that were coming out of you as Ethan fucked you harder and harder. Even with him muffling your moans, you felt his mouth coming near your ear as he teases you with a gesture to be quieter, knowing full well you couldn’t, as evident by the feeling of a smirk forming against your helix.

“Shhh…come on baby. You gotta be quiet so I can keep fucking you.”

His voice low and deep yet quiet as he speaks into your ear, tickling it in the process. All of which was followed by a tender kiss right above your helix as he inhales the scent of your hair, a small and nearly breathless chuckle comes out of him as his breathing becomes heavier while he relentlessly fucks you. It didn’t matter if you both were in a room shared by others, or if they were peacefully asleep and unaware of what he was doing to you, none of it mattered to him, he kept going in harder, faster, and added just as much vigor as he would have if it was being done in private.

The peak of the tingling and numbing emerged and you felt your orgasm approaching. Your gasps and moans increase, his hand that muffled each sound emitted from your lips slightly tightens and adds pressure to your face as he goes faster and faster. His face burrows into your ear, while his lips are in contact with your jawline. He breathes deeply against your skin.

“Come to me…baby. Eden…come to me baby girl.”

The last words you heard him breathed out as your mind faded once you felt yourself cumming.

HERS

The state of y/n’s mind became a paradox of being aware and unaware. There was a deep, dark, and alluring side that y/n felt herself opening up to, as if she could feel herself changing yet a slight bit of her true nature stayed intact. Like a dream, it felt as if she was watching herself in third person as she permits the sensual and sultry side of her take over, the side that was Ethan’s equal, Eden.

Each time y/n had changed, it always submitted her to a state of delusion. It felt real, yet by morning she wouldn’t have any memory of the event, completely forgetting everything the moment she experienced tunnel vision and became dormant.

As her Eden side emerged, so did every dark and twisted desire that laid deep inside y/n’s heart and soul. All of the deep pleasures of sexual desire that she never knew existed, that had stayed hidden and “asleep” for so long. Of all the times she had experienced sexual intimacy with Samuel, never was there a moment where it was as fervor or intense like it was with Ethan, all she ever knew of sex was the slow, romantic, and the mirage of every good girl’s reality of sex. She was withheld from experiencing the vile, sordid, and wicked aspects of it, yet the moment she did, it became the most pleasurable she’s ever felt.

y/n felt herself stepping out of her comfort zone. Every single corrupt and improper image of sexual acts run through her mind, enabling her to move in sensual slow motion, yearning for more. Her moans became more relaxed, though still strong in vibration, they were less whiny and more pleasurable, more desirable, and sexual in nature. With her sultry eyes re-opening, Eden awakens.

Her hands move up, dragging along the curves of her body. She gently taps her fingers on Ethan’s hand covering her mouth, while the other wraps two fingers around the slick coated shaft as it remained fully inserted inside of her. Massaging it, Ethan slows his thrusts as his body quivers at Eden’s touch. With Y/N, Ethan loved having the soft and pure aura to fuck into, hearing the cries and moans of y/n’s good nature breaking and succumbing to his freakish sexual acts.

Then there was Eden, the side that emulated everything about him, the nefarious and sinister side of sex that everyone is aware of, but never truly embraced. People like Vicky, or his past girlfriends, who only pretended to be good and natural, but eventually unleashing their dirty face the moment he was fucking them from behind in their cheerleading uniforms, only to witness a disappointing notion of a forced façade as they let out horrendous vocals of what they thought would please him. Moans that were overexaggerated, thought to be sexy, with movements that were lazy and lacked passionate energy. Every single one of them not only disappointed him, but they lacked a genuine response which disgusted both him, and Heeseung.

When it came to sex, it was his and Heeseung’s love language, something they took personally and sincerely. There was no doubt that every single girl he had been with spoke truthfully whenever they claimed that he was the cause of their best orgasms, he knew he was. He knew how to move, knew how to fuck, knew where to touch and where to kiss during each moment. He knew when to go fast, and to go slow, and was blessed with the stamina to maintain the pace however long he needed to, just to bring them to their knees. It was no surprise that days, weeks, months, even years later, regardless of breaking contact with them, there was always going to be a time where each one would reach out, after repeatedly being disappointed by the string of men that followed after the breakup, they found themselves begging and practically throwing themselves at his feet for just one night.

As harsh as it may sound, he dismissed them in a myriad of ways, never wanting to revisit the atrocity in the lack of their originality. Instead, he continued to search, wanting to find the one that would speak his lingo and return the forbidden pleasure that he would give, but never found her. Settling with Vicky, his life felt dull and rotten, all because his sex life lacked the passion and excitement of the good and bad. He felt frustrated and started to become emotionless as he fell into the state of drudging complacency, until he saw y/n.

That day, when he observed from a distance, he didn’t need to speak with her or hear any statements to justify her goodness and modesty. He could see it as plain as day when he saw her smile, that she was someone who was genuinely pure and loving at heart, someone who was never broken. Ever since, he yearned to be the one to do it to her.

The moment his deepest wish came into fruition, that night of the frat party, he was gifted way more than he could ever ask for when he pulled out a side of her that she never even knew existed.

Eden.

The overwhelming flow of emotion crashed into him like a boulder, he found someone who was just like him, a diamond in the rough. Though he was always aware of his two faces and grew up learning how to control the switch and gain a balance of being both, y/n’s breaking will causing Eden’s birth, was so sudden and new. He knew that he would have to teach her, to take every opportunity to guide her on how to gain that balance, something he developed entirely on his own.

She continues to rub her fingers on his shaft, right at the entry point. Ethan starts to pick up the pace with his thrusts at the stimulation of Eden’s touch and the squeeze of her walls as she clenches. Even though y/n had already cum, it was Eden’s turn to enjoy her soulmate. Ethan enjoyed fucking y/n and Eden equally, it just felt more befitting whenever Eden was present. Just as y/n felt it more befitting when Heeseung fucked her.

Their personalities weren’t just similar, they mirrored each other, with Heeseung and y/n being the more sentimental types, Ethan and Eden were the zenith of tough love.

Ethan picks up the pace, his speed, and stamina as strong as ever as he fucks his heart and soul into Eden, feeling her body bucking up from the received impact so easily. Her moans were long and steady as she expresses the desire to receive more. She never tried to be appealing in expressing her desires. Like y/n, everything about her was natural and sincere, she was sexy, genuine and original in her responses to him, which enticed him to fuck harder and feel satisfaction like he’s never felt before. Throughout his entire life, Ethan never lost his bearing or felt himself weaken from immense pleasure, until he met Eden.

She was the only thing that could break him, had she known or was willing to, though he deeply hoped that she wasn’t aware of either. Unlike his Heeseung side, Ethan had a deep sense of pride and masculinity when it came to sex, though Eden was his equal, there were still restrictions that he refused to let even her breach. He was the top of all predators, the top of the food chain, and will always be in control.

An ideal vision of male dominance. He was strong and demanding but never once abused it, especially with his tamed and gentle y/n, the one light of his life. With Eden, he knew he could get away with much more, yet still, he always found himself to insert acts of tenderness knowing that regardless of how rough he fucks, he loved his Eden just as much he loved his y/n.

Since Eden only was drawn out at Ethan’s bidding, Heeseung only had the experience of Eden through a shared moment when he was half and half of his two sides the night of the frat party. Knowing full well that Ethan, even at his slightest presence, was a requirement in summoning and pleasing Eden, he felt it necessary to have his Ethan side to aid in the taming of his wickedly sexy enchantress.

Feeling her walls clench violently, Eden’s gasps harshly spewing out as he ruins her, Ethan feels himself coming close to the explosion of pleasure as his thrusts lose all forms of neat structure, becoming sloppy and rushed as the peak of his orgasm is on edge and the desperation to cum entangles every sensation in his body. Unable to withstand his ruthless performance, Eden bites down her lip and succumbs to his prowess and cums all over him. The clenching of her walls swallows him in deep and pulsates against his shaft, tapping him to orgasm.

A single, yet loud, groan gasps out of Ethan as he releases inside her. The sound of his voice traveling in her ear increased the vibrancy of her pulsating walls, along with the ferocious twitching of his cock as it remains buried inside. The soothed feeling of her man cumming and putting all his children inside of her thrilled her, the thought of him breeding with her only made him more appealing.

The y/n side may have thought it too soon for her and Heeseung to become parents, but her Eden side found sexual and emotional joy at the thought of Ethan turning her into a mother. He never expressed it, but he knew of her feelings on the matter and felt the same.

Someday.

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the-institute-rpg · 11 months

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EVENT: summer slave raffle

Summer is here, and the festivities have begun! Over the course of the week, four parties will be held. Slaves will be escorted to the day’s party every morning, starting at noon, and returned to their cells promptly at 2am. Masters are invited to visit and get to know the prizes on offer, but remember--just this once, masters will be magically prevented from using slaves unless they consent. It’ll make it all the better when you win them, and get to teach them a lesson. And if you don’t win them? Well, there’ll be time enough to rent any slaves who’ve caught your eye this summer. As a special treat, to show that Headmaster Malvolio holds no ill will, all slaves and punished masters will be offered complimentary healing potions at each party--no tricks, we promise.

EVENT SCHEDULE:

Pajama Party, June 4 & 5. The ballroom has been converted into a dreamy lounge. The walls are draped in soft fabrics in friendly pastels, the space filled with soft places to land--mattresses and pillows, plump floor cushions and elegant fainting couches. Soft lighting and magical fireplaces make the space warm and inviting, and tables around the room offer hot cocoa, gourmet popcorn, fruit platters, decadent baked goods, pizza--and an array of fun party games, from charades to truth or dare and spin the bottle. Our slaves have been dressed in luxurious lingerie and sexy loungewear, pretty prizes wrapped in silk and lace. They’ve even been allowed to choose the pieces they feel most comfortable and confident in, to put their best foot forward for you--but don’t worry, they’re only allowed to choose from our selection of the very best pieces, no ugly sweats or itchy synthetics here. Beach Party, June 6 & 7. You’ll find the slaves on offer on the beach, dressed in their finest swimwear. There’s plenty of activities on offer here--volleyball, tug of war, chicken, three-legged-races, or you can spend your day lounging in the sun. You’ll have access to freshly grilled food all day, as well as a full bar for ice cold beers and refreshing cocktails. In the evening, roast marshmallows at the bonfire. Glow In The Dark, June 8 & 9. This party is not for those unwilling to get a little wild. For two days, the ballroom will be transfigured into a club, illuminated only by black lights and the glow sticks and glowing jewelry offered around the room. The dress code for this party? Your birthday suit. Slaves will be permitted boxers or panties, and nothing more--all the better for their bodies to act as canvases for the main attraction. All around the room, you’ll find UV Paint--watered down in brightly colored water guns, in little pots to flick around with brushes, in water balloons to throw, pooled on drums to pound, and more. Once again, there will be a full bar, and paint-free section full of bar snacks. Also on offer? Both supernatural and human strength edibles, guaranteed to enhance your vibes. Live house music will be played throughout. It’s time to get drunk, dance, and get messy. Black Tie, June 10 & 11. The culmination of our festivities. The ballroom is itself again, draped in elegant black and white decorations. Our slaves have been given their choice of elegant evening wear and stationed around the ballroom. Sip champagne and dine on hors d'oeuvres while you mingle, and find out which slaves can pull off elegance, and which ones fall a little short. Lottery winners will be announced in the evening on June 11th, and masters will receive their prize on the morning of the 12th.

OOC INFO:

A list of the master’s names submitted for the Spring Lottery can be found on this post. These names have all automatically been entered for the summer lottery. If you would like to remove your master from the list, or add your master to it, please message the main by June 9th.

PLEASE NOTE: While all unclaimed slaves are technically eligible, this time you MUST MESSAGE THE MAIN if you want your slave to be matched for a lottery rental. Please send in your slaves by June 9th.

In game, the Summer Slave Raffle event will last from June 4 through June 11th, culminating in the reveal of raffle winners.

Out of game, the event will last from Saturday, May 27th 11:59pm, through Sunday, June 11th, 11:59pm.

All unclaimed slaves are required to attend all four parties. Masters and claimed slaves may attend all or none. Masters are not required to attend parties to participate in the raffle.

This event has no twist. The parties are just parties, and outside of the raffle rentals--and any further attention slaves draw while attending--there will be no consequences for slaves.

Raffle rentals will last a week, starting June 12th.

Feel free to post your character’s looks for the parties using #theinstituteoutfit!

The chatzy will be reserved for the parties for the duration of the event! Check the pinned post in the OOC for the schedule.

The dash WILL NOT be paused for the duration of the event. Non-event threads may be posted.

The starter rule is still in effect. Do not forget to reblog your starter to the starter blog to ensure it appears for everyone, and please keep in mind the updated starter rules. Please also tag your starter in some way to indicate that it is an event starter. (For example, ‘summer raffle event’, ‘pajama party’, ‘event starter’, etc.)

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metaverseconsultant · 11 months

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Features of Metaverse Realestate Plaform Development

Developing a metaverse real estate platform involves creating a virtual environment where users can buy, sell, rent, and manage virtual properties within the metaverse. Here are some key aspects and features to consider when developing a metaverse real estate platform:

Virtual Property Listings: Enable users to list virtual properties for sale or rent within the metaverse. This can include virtual land, buildings, houses, apartments, and other virtual spaces. Users should be able to provide detailed descriptions, images, and pricing information for their virtual properties.

Property Search and Filtering: Implement search and filtering functionality to allow users to find virtual properties based on specific criteria, such as location, size, type, and price. Users should be able to browse through available properties and view detailed information about each listing.

Virtual Property Showings: Provide virtual property showings or tours within the metaverse platform. This can involve interactive 3D walkthroughs, allowing users to explore virtual properties and experience the virtual spaces as if they were physically present.

Buying and Selling Virtual Properties: Enable users to purchase or sell virtual properties within the metaverse. This involves implementing secure and transparent transaction processes, including virtual currency or cryptocurrency payments, escrow services, and transfer of ownership mechanisms.

Virtual Property Management: Offer tools and features for users to manage their virtual properties. This can include options to customize and decorate virtual spaces, track property ownership, and manage rental agreements if applicable.

Community and Social Interaction: Foster a community within the metaverse real estate platform, allowing users to connect, interact, and collaborate. Implement social features such as messaging, forums, and user profiles to facilitate communication and networking among users.

Integration with Metaverse Platforms: Ensure compatibility and integration with popular metaverse platforms like Decentraland, Cryptovoxels, Somnium Space, or The Sandbox. This enables users to access and interact with virtual properties seamlessly within the metaverse ecosystem.

Virtual Economy and Monetization: Implement a virtual economy within the metaverse real estate platform. This can include mechanisms for earning and spending virtual currency, as well as opportunities for monetization such as transaction fees, listing fees, and premium property features.

Security and Trust: Implement robust security measures to protect user data, transactions, and virtual property ownership. Utilize encryption, authentication mechanisms, and smart contracts to ensure the integrity and trustworthiness of the platform.

Regulatory Compliance: Adhere to relevant regulations and legal frameworks regarding virtual property ownership, virtual currencies, and user data protection. Compliance with local laws and regulations is essential for the successful and sustainable operation of the metaverse real estate platform.

Developing a metaverse real estate platform requires a combination of expertise in virtual reality, blockchain technology, web development, and user experience design. Collaborating with developers, designers, legal experts, and industry professionals can help create a robust and user-friendly platform that caters to the needs of virtual property buyers, sellers, and managers within the metaverse.

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nancypullen · 1 year

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Thursday

Hey there! Remember me? I disappeared for a few days, but here we are again - get comfy, we’ll chat. Yesterday we climbed out of our rut (honestly, it’s a lovely rut) and pointed the car toward the mighty Atlantic Ocean. We decided to see what all the fuss is about Rehobeth Beach, and also to find a particular bookstore where David Sedaris will be signing on May 30th (we have tickets and I’m excited!). Rehobeth Beach is 48 miles from Denton, and it was a beautiful day for a drive - so off we went. I get it now. Wide beaches of clean sand, clear water, and a boardwalk that rivals any I’ve ever seen. Restaurants, arcades, and the shops, oh my, the shops! Did I take photos? Not many. I’ll have to raid whatever the mister snapped. I was too busy poking around in alleys like this.

Hundreds and hundreds of unique shops, really diverse dining options, and everything from scooter rentals to paddleboards. I knew exactly where we’d be having lunch when I saw this spot.

Go Fish, a true British fish & chips place. Mickey is a sucker for fish & chips. Me, not so much, but I figured there’d be something else on the menu. It was charming inside and The Beatles were playing on the sound system. All good signs.

We sat in a booth and thoroughly enjoyed our lunch. Mickey raved about the fish & chips and I had a hearty plate of bangers and mash. It made me glad I’d skipped breakfast.

After lunch we strolled down the main drag and found the bookstore, BrowseAbout Books. What a delightful store! Super friendly staff, eager with recommendations, an amazing inventory (even a wonderful children’s section), home decor, cards, tees, etc. I love a good independent bookstore.

They truly offer something for everyone. So we checked that off our list and we’ll be back there on May 30th.

The ticket includes a cop of the book, which I already have, so I’ll just have him sign my copy for Matt. Matt and I went to see David Sedaris in Nashville many years ago and had a ball. We gave him a rubber hand to sign. It made him laugh. If you know, you know. If you don’t, read this. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2003/03/10/whos-the-chef Anywayyyy, after exiting BrowseAbout Books we walked around, visited a few more shops, got a sweet treat (ice cream cone for Mickey, caramel popcorn for me) and headed home. The road west is lined with shopping opportunities and I asked the mister to pull into Home Goods. It’s my church and I’ve been missing services. I needed to fill my soul. And I did. It didn’t take much. I bought three small things.

A small picture frame to hold a sweet photo of Little Miss.

This adorable little bird who will keep me company in my spot on the porch.

There she is by the flowers, looking ready to burst into song.

And finally, these pretty bells to sway in the breeze - also for my spot.

A whole bag of happy for just $30. Did I need to spend it? No. DO these things make me smile and lift my heart? Absolutely yes. Some women drink wine, some spend a fortune on hair and nails, I buy birds and shiny things.

Speaking of birds, they love the new fence. I swear, our feathered visitors have increased since we put the fence up. The local cats can’t hide as well, so maybe they feel safer. Any way you slice it, I have more bird song and a prettier yard. Winning!

I took three of the containers that I normally use on porch railings and put them on the fence. I love it.

Feeders, a bath, and blooms. It’s birdie paradise. I’ll probably add some pink or red flowers to those containers, but I like them just fine so far. Stanley still stops by for a drink. I think he loves cool water with just a hint of bird butt.

Time to weedeat. So there ya’ have it, a little bit of happy from our patch to yours. I’m going to make a little lunch and go sit in my spot on the porch. It’s a good day for doing nothing. Sending out love. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO - Nancy

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mygracioushomesblog · 10 months

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hollywoodsports0 · 1 year

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The 3 Foremost Benefits of Renting Banquet Halls in Los Angeles

For organizing family get-togethers such as birthdays, anniversaries, and wedding ceremonies, the prudent proposition is to rent a perfect banquet hall for making such events successful and memorable. Nevertheless, arranging and celebrating such events through DIY approaches can at most times an arduous task. In this context, a banquet hall is an optimum place for hosting various private gatherings, negating all hassles.

Such banquet halls are a one-stop solution furnishing end-to-end services including interior decoration, entertainment services, and catering facilities, and are the most sought-after place to celebrate and make memorable any event. Hollywood Sports Park is the one-stop service offering cost-effective banquet hall rentalto unleash lifetime experiences for clients.

What Are The Key Advantages Of Renting Banquet Halls For Parties?

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Completely aware of all the distinct needs of the clients, such highly adept staff performs cohesively to deliver the perfect planning experience. Likewise, such smart crews can easily tackle the guests, removes all hassles, and function efficiently, while coming up with a perfect backup plan, if any setback occurs.

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For organizing any events, one of the key aspects is to have top-class catering services. Choosing to rent a Banquet Halls for Quinceanera can be the most prudent decision for the clients, as they always come with in-venue provisioning services. The clients are assured of obtaining the most hygienic, orderly, and well-cooked cuisine. Again, such banquet spaces deliver multi-cuisine options for customizing the menu to the specific tastes of the customers.

Coming with years of professional expertise, the catering team offers the most authentic food taste with a variety of cuisine at the most feasible rates per plate. Thus, with such top-class in-house catering provisions, the clients can avoid the hassles of looking for catering options separately.

3. Creative Decoration and Setup with Key Facilities

Moreover, Banquet Hall Rental also comes with an in-house panel of interior decorators supporting the installation of a professional and creative theme, perfectly suited for the specific event. Such a highly talented team of onsite professional decoration services furnishes unique themes appropriate for any specific event. They save the hassles of the clients by catering to distinct interior decoration services, right from floral décor to lighting, and providing basic upholsteries of chairs, tables, ACs, and hall convector heaters.

Key TakeawayHollywood Sports Park asserts their prominence as the one-stop banquet hall provider for different private events. This Banquet Hall in Los Angeles is bigger and airy to accommodate multiple invitees in a centrally located and well-connected venue spot. Moreover, such budget-friendly spaces also come with parking, especially a valet facility.

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twistednuns · 2 years

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June 2022

Do not stop at the wall looming before you. / Make a door - wide enough - not only for you but for others. / KEEP MOVING. - Maggie Smith

The day at the lake with Doris. Friday after school, celebrating the first afternoon of the holidays. Yoga and heavy flirting on the SUP. Touching, holding each other. Sharing the snacks we'd bought, coming up with a packing list for our sabbaticals. Creating inside jokes, listening to music in the car which I drove home during a thunderstorm. But we'd managed to leave the lake just in time so we didn't get wet. I made creamy truffle spaghetti when we came home and we "accidentally" started kissing instead of watching movies.

Singing Soli Deo Gloria - so dramatic!

A nice evening with red wine, Peter, Andrea and Tom. Getting to know people, inviting them over.

The MONKI swirly blue bathing suit. Pool camouflage. And the sparkle emoji necklace!

A lovely afternoon at Marlies' and Helga's terrace. Homemade baguette, delicious wild strawberries and I even got rid of my 9€ ticket!

Kind offers from friends to lend me money or let me stay with them if I come back to Munich during my sabbatical.

Walking to the lake with Sash and Lena. Swimming to the other shore (Doris: "Endlich am andern Ufer angekommen!"). Eating cherries, playing the llama card game.

First ideas for Doris' birthday present. I got her sparkle earrings as a reminder of my sparkly personality, my favourite graphic novel (This One Summer) and a SUP-themed Pixi book.

Getting things done, especially when it comes to subletting my apartment: I finally made a listing and published it online. One week later I even found the strength to sort through the e-mails and invite a few people over. Making final decisions, booking my flight.

Healthy breakfast with hazelnut butter (to make it a little less healthy - balance is key).

A fun evening with Raphael. Eating at Thao's deserted outside tables, playing darts, pool and kicker at FLEX. Drinking evil Vodka Bulls, hearing about his travels. Connection, touching, getting more familiar again.

Trying to help Frank find a therapist. Talking about all his issues. I guess I've got to return the favour now, huh... / Enjoying the sunset at Theresienwiese with a cool beer. Therap-influencing, deep talk, smoking and joking around.

That deep golden orange shirt I found - the colour made my skin glow. I've been thinking a lot about seasonal colour types and I suspect I'm an autumn. At least I want to be because the rich autumn colours are always my favourite!

A solitary afternoon at Maria Einsiedel. Swimming in the almost deserted pool. Being the only one brave enough to enter the Eisbach. Kreuzweise. A duck family passing by.

Lunch at Giorgia with the most amazing restaurant toilet I have ever seen (mirror cabinet!) and gorgeous decor. We visited Fujiko Nakaya's fog exhibition at Haus der Kunst and walked the scenic route through Munich's "French" quarter. Anika even found a free book she had been searching for.

My first time in Ireland! Margit gave me a late birthday present at the airport - moon phase ear crawlers! / Lots of rabbits outside Dublin airport / Exploring Galway - a free walking tour, friendly locals, good food and interesting things to look at / Charlie Byrne's bookstore - lovely vibes, I couldn't resist buying two night-themed books with very similar midnight blue and golden covers that looked gorgeous together / Getting the perfect hoodie ("Breathe deeply and embrace your emotions!") because I showed up in sandals and shorts - big mistake, Ireland is still quite frosty in the summer / The Atlantic walk over to Salthill, very rough and romantic; enjoying a whiskey and a pint at a cosy pub with live music / Margit's crush on the Irish Folk Music percussionist / Our two days with the rental car - driving along the Wild Atlantic Way was truly marvellous and we were very lucky - hardly any rain.

On the first day we visited Brigid's Garden where I tied a wish for my upcoming travels on a branch and there were even tiny entrances to the fairy realm. We encountered friendly French bikers, explored crafts stores, tried not to hit any sheep. The landscape with the rough stone, greenery and lochs reminded me of the Scottish Highlands. We visited Kylemore Abbey and the Victorian Garden which was amazing. A chat with the friendly bus driver. Lovely dinner in one of the villages on our way home.

On the next day: castle and church ruins, an old graveyard in the middle of nowhere. I made friends along the way - the cows were very suspicious but the ponies enjoyed their pets and kept asking for more. I frightened Margit when I walked too close to the edges of a cliff. Later we took the ferry to the smallest Aran Island and rented a bike. I can't even describe how beautiful everything was - one more clue, I guess I really need to live by the sea. Stone walls everywhere you looked. Stopping for cake. Breathing in the ocean breeze. In the evening we went to the Cliffs of Moher and I was a bit grumpy because I didn't understand why we had to buy expensive tickets just to walk around the cliffs but the fact that I was able to borrow a pair of binoculars to watch thousands of breeding puffins around the area made good for it! It was the first time I'd seen the cute flying footballs. Purple and orange sunset over the water on our way home. We actually stopped to take very cheesy pictures. I was a bit disappointed by Dublin but I liked the vintage shops, the rainbow flags everywhere. And of course the Old Library at Trinity College. Frozen Margaritas at a remodeled church made for a worthy ending of our trip. Best souvenir: Terry's Chocolate Orange.

Doris picked me up from the airport the next day and we went swimming. I paddled us around the lake. We read a Pixi from my Happy Kitty emergency kit. When we got hungry, we found one of the best Indian restaurants I had ever been to (somewhere in the Bavarian countryside - how?!) and I chatted with the owner whose family is from Rishikesh.

Hanging out in Frank's kitchen, meeting Fabi and Sonja again after what felt like an eternity. We still like each other. Import Export - we actually made it!

An afternoon at the lake with Bibi. Really good ice cream in Starnberg!

Kino Mond und Sterne at Westpark with Manu! Great movie and company - unfortunately I was very tired so I slept through parts of the film.

Getting Christian's birthday present at Boesner and the mediterranean supermarket in Werksviertel. I translated for an artist when I picked out ceramics glazes and she invited me to her exhibition!

Christian's birthday surprise: a craft beer tasting at a local brewery run by two Americans. The best thing about it was dinner afterwards - great pizza at a very chic Italian restaurant, tasty red wine, meeting Lena's favourite percussionist and spending the whole evening with Mathias. We only see each other once in a blue moon but whenever we do we have such a blast!

A cat on the subway!

Overcoming fear at the high ropes course. The ziplines were worth it! Happy about missing my 5b art classes.

A traditional Thursday veggie kebab with Doris, talking about her relationship status on a park bench, eating ice cream.

The outfit I wore the other day. Shopping my own closet. The black dress with white triangles, an army-green long jacket, plum lipstick.

Shopping at Flying Tiger: a terrazzo notebook, pastel glass straws, a "snack attack" box, glitter washi tape and some carabiners for my trip.

Using the Primavera Space Clearing room spray. I'd love to have a perfume that smells similar.

The fact that Kris Atomic has started making BookTube videos about her latest recommendations (and complete and utter fails). I've been monitoring her online presence ever since her early fame as an illustrator and photographer.

The tiniest snail hanging out on my windowsill after a thunderstorm.

Doris writing a little poem about me. Helping me with my severely deficient organisation skills and unwillingness to do things I don't really wanna do. Like buying hiking shoes (kissing in a tent in the middle of the store was an incentive) or giving me deadlines for inviting people over for an apartment viewing.

Amy, who is such a natural cheerleader. She told me how talented she thinks I am (and how cool my nails always are, how young and pretty I look) - but I can only return the compliments because I admire how empathetic, reasonable and perceptive she is (she knew immediately when D. and I secretly kissed and I came back into the classroom, beaming). Her mum clearly did something very right.

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