#this is a safe structure -- the walls of a book or a screen or a play or an audio drama or wherever you are

[variousqueerthings]

finished reading "tell me I'm worthless," which was an interesting experience. I think there's something really good for you in your soul to be able to understand the genre conventions you're in and the kinds of structures and language and character that can be explored in these genres. I think about how people tend to -- with fiction about marginalisation and/or about people who are marginalised as a blanket whole, regardless of the story -- operate on a checklist of dos and donts, but mainly donts: don't ever tell us a deadname, don't ever use these "problematic" words to describe them/or have them describe themselves in this way, don't ever describe negative emotions or "problematic" emotions, don't let the characters have harmful traits (either towards themselves or others), don't hurt your characters at all actually, don't make your characters politically uncomfortable or "problematically" complicated in their political outlook and/or journey, don't make your characters be assholes ever, certainly don't traumatise your characters, and under no circumstance do you kill your characters!

which of course, this book does praaaactically every one of these things, thank goodness

#with the deadname Thing i am reminded of responses to the last of us part 2 and tbh also the latest doctor who specials #there's a kneejerk reaction as if writers/directors have outed someone's actual deadname or as if knowing that someone has #a deadname will invalidate them to a non-trans audience #lot of scar-tissue that aches around all of these points generally and horror has the ability to kick down the door on that and say #you do not have to read this story -- but this will be in this story. so if you are ready to approach these themes and these ideas #this is a safe structure -- the walls of a book or a screen or a play or an audio drama or wherever you are #my issues have very much been around social coding and not understanding what is and isnt allowed and an intense anxiety around #always saying the exact right thing at all times (not just in marginalised spaces but everywhere all the time) #(im doing it right now actually -- getting anxious about all this phrasing) #(this book is opening up pathways in my brain) #very much a meta piece as well -- it knows and acknowledges shirley jackson especially but ofc also angela carter and du maurier #and i did feel a smigeon of clive barker in there and then he was in the acknowledgements too #i have not read the last person listed so helen oyeyemi goes on the list #im reading books #alison rumfitt #tell me im worthless

[sacred-stanning]

Chapter 16 Part 9: Promoting our lords

Ephraim and Eirika unlock the secret room below the throne in Renais and head down to look for the sacred stone.

And while the sacred stone is important and all, what we really care about for gameplay reasons is that Ephraim and Eirika can now use their bracelets to promote into advanced classes!

Here goes Ephraim!

STATS

Next up is Eirika

...and my phone camera chose that moment to not cooperate and focus, so I missed her cool stat up screen.

Interestingly, neither Ephraim nor Eirika get access to any other weapon types with their promotions. I mostly mention it because the prvious game, Blazing Blade, gave additional weapon types to all three lords when they promoted. Ephraim at least has access to 2 range lances, but it means that Eirika is stuck for the whole game with no 2 range weapons aside from the weird, magic-based Wind Sword.

Seth tells us that, aside from the sacred stone itself, the twin sacred treasures of Renais are down here too.

First is Siegmund, Ephraim's other personal lance.

It has more might than Reginleif, but less crit, and it's a bit heavier. It also gives the wielder +5 strength.

While I was looking up information about it, I discovered that this was one of the things that got toned back in the US release of the game. It had 17 might in that, but as you can see here, the Japanese version gives the weapon 19 might.

Eirika gets a personal sword too, the Sieglinde. It's significantly stronger than the rapier, with 16 might instead of 7. And just like the Siegmund, it gives the wielder +5 strength.

While they're glad to have a sacred stone, Innes grumbles that it's the only one they have left, to which L'Arachel responds, "Don't forget about Rausten!"

"Our sacred stone is still guarded safely. Everyone, let us be off for Rausten!"

"Lute! Lute!!!"

What was this screaming? This noise!? Lute just wanted it to go away.

"Wait, where am I?" she thought, feeling confused, her limbs heavy.

She tried to retrace her steps logically. She remembered leaving her horse behind in the throne room and going walking, looking for the library. After a couple of wrong turns, she had found it, and what a library it was!

Having grown up in a small town, Lute was impressed at the scale of a library in a royal castle, and the one in Renais was the first one she had seen. They hadn't had time in Grado, much to her disappointment, and she hadn't been able to wander freely during their stop in Frelia's castle.

Lute had never had much interest in being a leader of any sort, but on seeing the walls of books, she found herself thinking that maybe being a queen wouldn't be so bad.

Or better, yet, a princess with a brother, like Eirika. Then her brother could become king and she could read in the royal library all day long.

"Lute!!! By the stones, are you ok!? Can you hear me!?"

There was that loud voice again...

Wait, was that Vanessa?

Lute felt herself lurch back to the present. She felt a pain in the back of her head, and her whole back was pressed up against something hard and cold. She slowly opened her eyes, and she saw Vanessa's face.

It took her a moment to pull in other details, but she realized that she was also seeing the ceiling of the library behind Vanessa. "Am I on the floor?" she thought, confused.

"Oh thank the sacred stones you're awake again!" Vanessa looked extremely worried. Lute moved her arms to push herself up from the cold, hard floor that she had found herself on, but Vanessa put a hand on her shoulder.

"Wait, don't get up! Are you ok? What happened?"

Lute realized she wasn't sure. She remembered coming into the library, and she remembered looking around at the books. She was searching for materials on social organization structures in Renais, as well as folk customs, and then...

"I..am not sure..." she said. "I came to look at some books, and then I heard you yelling. When did you get here?"

Vanessa put a hand on Lute's forehead. Lute grimaced at how cold it felt. Why did everything feel so cold?

"You're burning up and sweaty!" Vanessa said. "You must be sick! Maybe you passed out. Hold on, I'll get a healer." Vanessa started to stand.

"Vanessa..." Lute said weakly.

Vanessa paused, "Yes?"

"The floor is cold."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm..I'm not thinking straight. You shocked me being passed out like that when I walked in here!"

Vanessa crouched again and gingerly reached down to the back of Lute's head with one hand and her shoulder with the other hand. "I'm going to help you sit up. But let me know if you feel weird, or if you might pass out again."

Lute nodded without speaking. Vanessa's face was close. She could smell her, and post-battle, she was sweaty, but Lute found that it was not unpleasant, unlike when that noisy boy--what was his name again?--had talked to her before. Then Lute noticed the small talisman on a chain around Vanessa's neck.

"You are still wearing the talisman I gave you" Lute said.

"Huh?" Vanessa responded. Then she looked down briefly and realized what Lute was saying. "Oh, yeah. Of course! It was really nice of you to give it to me."

"I didn't actually end up giving it to you" Lute thought guiltily. "I got upset about other things and dropped it on the ground." She felt a mix of shame at how she had panicked and lost control, but also happiness that Vanessa had picked the talisman up and worn it despite everything.

Vanessa slowly pulled Lute up while cradling her head.

"Can you sit like this while I get a healer, or do you want to lean against something?" Vanessa asked. Then, without waiting for an answer, she started looking around the room, "No, never mind. You shouldn't strain yourself. Let's get you seated somewhere you can rest properly."

Lute didn't usually like being told what to do, but she didn't even complain when, this time, Vanessa put one arm under her legs, and the other behind her back and lifted her straight off the floor and carried her to one of the nearby sofas where she lay Lute carefully down.

"I'll be right back" Vanessa said, and then ran off.

Lute already felt a little better for not being on the floor anymore. She nodded and closed her eyes. She really was tired after all of these battles, one after another...

Next time: Well, I guess we're going to Rausten!

#fire emblem #sacred stones #fire emblem the sacred stones #fe8 #ファイアエンブレム #聖魔の光石 #lute fire emblem #lute x vanessa #vanessa fire emblem

[conwaylawrence50]

There are many reasons why improving your home is a good idea. There are projects to suit every budget and skill-set, going from major season-long additions down to simple repair jobs that can be handled in an afternoon. The size of a home improvement job doesn't really matter. As long as you prepare yourself for it properly and make wise choices, you can do it affordably and perhaps even enjoyably. Read this article to learn more.

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[martindugan17]

There are many reasons why improving your home is a good idea. There are projects to suit every budget and skill-set, going from major season-long additions down to simple repair jobs that can be handled in an afternoon. The size of a home improvement job doesn't really matter. As long as you prepare yourself for it properly and make wise choices, you can do it affordably and perhaps even enjoyably. Read this article to learn more.

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[golden025]

Bouncing into Fun: The Ultimate Guide to Rental Jumpers for Unforgettable Celebrations

In the realm of event planning and celebrations, the term "Rental Jumpers" has become synonymous with boundless joy and laughter. These inflatable structures, also known as bounce houses or moonwalks, have revolutionized the way we entertain guests at parties and events. This article delves into the world of Rental Jumpers, exploring their popularity, benefits, and tips for ensuring an unforgettable experience.

The Rise of Rental Jumpers:

Rental Jumpers have skyrocketed in popularity, transforming ordinary gatherings into extraordinary experiences. From birthday parties and family reunions to corporate events and community fairs, these colorful, inflatable structures have become a staple in celebration planning. Their appeal lies in the sheer delight they bring to both children and adults, creating a festive atmosphere that elevates any occasion.

Benefits of Rental Jumpers:

Entertainment for All Ages: Rental Jumpers cater to a diverse audience, offering entertainment for children and adults alike. The sheer variety of themes and sizes available ensures that there's a perfect jumper for every event, whether it's a princess castle for a birthday party or a sports-themed bounce house for a community gathering.

Physical Activity and Exercise: In an age where screen time often dominates leisure activities, Rental Jumpers encourage physical activity and exercise. Jumping, bouncing, and playing inside these inflatable structures provide a fun and energetic outlet for kids, promoting a healthy and active lifestyle.

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Tips for a Successful Rental Jumper Experience:

Choose the Right Size and Theme: Consider the size of your event space and the age group of your guests when selecting a Rental Jumper. Opt for a theme that complements the occasion, whether it's a whimsical castle for a princess-themed party or a vibrant tropical design for a summer celebration.

Book in Advance: Rental Jumpers are in high demand, especially during peak celebration seasons. To ensure you get the perfect jumper for your event, it's advisable to book well in advance. This also allows you to make any necessary arrangements for delivery and setup.

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[burtdamgaard38]

There are many reasons why improving your home is a good idea. There are projects to suit every budget and skill-set, going from major season-long additions down to simple repair jobs that can be handled in an afternoon. The size of a home improvement job doesn't really matter. As long as you prepare yourself for it properly and make wise choices, you can do it affordably and perhaps even enjoyably. Read this article to learn more.

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[blakepena04]

There are many reasons why improving your home is a good idea. There are projects to suit every budget and skill-set, going from major season-long additions down to simple repair jobs that can be handled in an afternoon. The size of a home improvement job doesn't really matter. As long as you prepare yourself for it properly and make wise choices, you can do it affordably and perhaps even enjoyably. Read this article to learn more.

Displaying books in your living area can be a great sign of intelligence as well as a nice decorating accessory. Make sure when you're displaying your books to arrange them according to height and color. Not arranging books according to height will make your collection appear messy and unorganized. Arranging your books by color will make your area seem sophisticated. If lubricant alone doesn't solve your door squeaking problems, try using wire wool. Simply remove the hinge from the door and dismantle it by removing the pin in the center.. Wipe away any dirt, rust, and any other excess debris with the wool and replace the hinge pin and return the hinge to the door. Then apply lubricant. Keep your closet free of clutter by organizing your shoes. Keep boots and shoes that you don't wear often in a large plastic box, or in the original boxes you got when you purchased them. Only leave out the shoes that you wear at least twice a week. Doing this will allow your closet space to be organized, and your shoes to be neatly displayed. If you don't have enough space for a small office, you can use a small portion of your living room for that purpose. Buy a small privacy screen and place a desk behind it with a matching chair. You can purchase small shelves to install on your wall to store your pens, pencils, staplers and other important items. Things like chipped paint, water damaged ceilings, and rotting decks are things that are easy to spot in any property that you're looking into buying. Have a professional inspector look for structural damages, electrical problems, bad ventilation or roof defects. When you invest in proper inspection in advance, you save money on potential repairs in the long run. TV entertainment stands cost quite a bit of money. A great viable alternative to those expensive stands is buying a nice dresser. You can put your TV on top and use the dresser drawers to store your DVDs and CD's. Your remote controls and electronic manuals can also be stored in a drawer preventing it from being an eyesore. Seek out advice before starting on do it yourself projects. There may be important steps you will overlook if you don't know what you are doing. Although many household jobs can be done yourself, it is always a good idea to ask an expert how to do the job properly. Search around and price out different contractors to get the best deals. The best way to feel safe when getting a contractor is to ask a friend or family member who has had their home remodeled by one for a good recommendation. This way you know you're hiring a reliable contractor that you can trust to fix up your home. If you think that you need to spruce up the look of the outside of the house, think about putting in a pergola. Originally designed for garden installation, pergolas add visual interest and help to shade a front door with too much exposure to the sun. With some help, you can set up a pergola in your yard in just a couple days. Create extra seating in your kitchen. If you don't have the space for a full sized kitchen table and chairs, think about using barstools around a kitchen island. This creates a casual area, perfect for eating a quick bite or simply chatting with family and friends. If maxcoil ashley island is too small for an island, consider using counter stools. This article has hardly scratched the surface of potential home improvement projects available to you. Be careful, as it is easy to get addicted to home improvement once you get started! Using the advice laid out here can provide you with an appetite to do even more. And as you gain more experience, you'll soon be able to take on larger challenges.

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[honeycuttbengtsen23]

There are many reasons why improving your home is a good idea. There are projects to suit every budget and skill-set, going from major season-long additions down to simple repair jobs that can be handled in an afternoon. The size of a home improvement job doesn't really matter. As long as you prepare yourself for it properly and make wise choices, you can do it affordably and perhaps even enjoyably. Read this article to learn more.

Displaying books in your living area can be a great sign of intelligence as well as a nice decorating accessory. Make sure when you're displaying your books to arrange them according to height and color. Not arranging books according to height will make your collection appear messy and unorganized. Arranging your books by color will make your area seem sophisticated. If lubricant alone doesn't solve your door squeaking problems, try using wire wool. Simply remove the hinge from the door and dismantle it by removing the pin in the center.. Wipe away any dirt, rust, and any other excess debris with the wool and replace the hinge pin and return the hinge to the door. Then apply lubricant. Keep your closet free of clutter by organizing your shoes. Keep boots and shoes that you don't wear often in a large plastic box, or in the original boxes you got when you purchased them. Only leave out the shoes that you wear at least twice a week. Doing this will allow your closet space to be organized, and your shoes to be neatly displayed. If you don't have enough space for a small office, you can use a small portion of your living room for that purpose. Buy a small privacy screen and place a desk behind it with a matching chair. You can purchase small shelves to install on your wall to store your pens, pencils, staplers and other important items. Things like chipped paint, water damaged ceilings, and rotting decks are things that are easy to spot in any property that you're looking into buying. Have a professional inspector look for structural damages, electrical problems, bad ventilation or roof defects. When you invest in proper inspection in advance, you save money on potential repairs in the long run. TV entertainment stands cost quite a bit of money. A great viable alternative to those expensive stands is buying a nice dresser. You can put your TV on top and use the dresser drawers to store your DVDs and CD's. Your remote controls and electronic manuals can also be stored in a drawer preventing it from being an eyesore. Seek out advice before starting on do it yourself projects. There may be important steps you will overlook if you don't know what you are doing. Although many household jobs can be done yourself, it is always a good idea to ask an expert how to do the job properly. Search around and price out different contractors to get the best deals. The best way to feel safe when getting a contractor is to ask a friend or family member who has had their home remodeled by one for a good recommendation. This way you know you're hiring a reliable contractor that you can trust to fix up your home. If you think that you need to spruce up the look of the outside of the house, think about putting in a pergola. Originally designed for garden installation, pergolas add visual interest and help to shade a front door with too much exposure to the sun. With some help, you can set up a pergola in your yard in just a couple days. Create extra seating in your kitchen. If you don't have the space for a full sized kitchen table and chairs, think about using barstools around a kitchen island. This creates a casual area, perfect for eating a quick bite or simply chatting with family and friends. If your kitchen is too small for an island, consider using counter stools. This article has hardly scratched the surface of potential home improvement projects available to you. Be careful, as it is easy to get addicted to home improvement once you get started! Using the advice laid out here can provide you with an appetite to do even more. And as you gain more experience, you'll soon be able to take on larger challenges.

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[shriramearlyyears]

Creating a Safe and Stimulating Home Environment: Incorporating Preschool Principles at Home

A child's home environment plays a crucial role in their overall development, and it is especially important during their preschool years. Preschool schools like TSEY are designed to provide a safe and stimulating environment that promotes learning, creativity, and growth. As parents, we can take inspiration from these principles and create a similar atmosphere at home. Here, you can learn about the various ways to create a safe and stimulating home environment that aligns with preschool principles, fostering a nurturing space for your child's early development.

Safety First

Ensuring the safety of your child is of paramount importance. Start by childproofing your home, securing cabinets, covering electrical outlets, and installing safety gates where necessary. Regularly inspect toys and play areas for any potential hazards. Keep cleaning supplies and medications out of reach, and lock up any dangerous items. By creating a safe environment, you can give your child the freedom to explore and learn without unnecessary risks.

Establishing Routines

A preschool in Gurgaon thrives on routines as they provide a sense of security and structure. Establish consistent daily routines at home, including regular meal times, nap times, and designated play and learning times. Predictability and structure help children feel secure, promoting a sense of stability and enabling them to focus on learning and development.

Designated Learning Spaces

Set up specific areas in your home for learning and creative activities. Create a cozy reading nook with a variety of age-appropriate books, where your child can explore different stories and develop a love for reading. Designate a separate area for arts and crafts, providing supplies such as crayons, markers, paper, and other materials that encourage creativity and self-expression.

Learning Through Play

Preschool schools understand the importance of play in a child's development. Create opportunities for open-ended play at home, such as building blocks, puzzles, and imaginative play with dolls or action figures. Encourage your child to engage in both independent play and cooperative play with siblings or friends. Join in their play occasionally to enhance bonding and provide guidance when needed.

Sensory Exploration

Incorporate sensory activities to stimulate children's senses and promote cognitive development. Create sensory bins at home by filling containers with materials like rice, sand, or dried beans. Add items like spoons, funnels, and small toys for exploration and imaginative play. Sensory activities provide a hands-on experience, stimulating your child's senses and fostering cognitive and motor skills.

Outdoor Adventures

Preschools understand the importance of outdoor play and exploration. Dedicate time each day for outdoor activities in your backyard or local park. Encourage your child to engage in physical activities like running, jumping, and climbing. Nature walks, scavenger hunts, and gardening can also provide valuable learning experiences and foster a connection with the natural world.

Incorporating Music and Movement

Music and movement activities promote physical coordination and emotional expression. Create a designated space at home for dancing, singing, and playing musical instruments. Play a variety of music genres to expose your child to different rhythms and melodies. Encourage them to dance, clap, and sing along, allowing them to express themselves freely.

Technology Balance

Limit screen time to maintain a balanced learning environment. Follow a similar approach at home by setting limits on screen time and ensuring that the content your child engages with is age-appropriate and educational. Encourage other activities like reading, hands-on play, and outdoor exploration to promote holistic development.

Learning Beyond Walls

Preschools regularly organize field trips and invite guest speakers to enhance children's learning experiences. Emulate this approach by organizing family outings to museums, zoos, farms, or local community events. Take advantage of opportunities for your child to interact with different environments and engage with diverse learning experiences.

Parental Engagement

Stay engaged in your child's learning journey by regularly communicating with their teachers and participating in school activities. Discuss your child's progress, challenges, and achievements to ensure a consistent and supportive approach between home and school.

Embracing Imaginative Play

Imaginative play promotes creativity and problem-solving skills. Create a dress-up corner with costumes and props, allowing your child to explore different roles and engage in imaginative storytelling. Encourage their creativity by providing open-ended toys like building blocks or play dough, which can spark their imagination and help them develop important cognitive and social skills.

Healthy Nutrition

Healthy eating habits are important to support children's growth and development. Create a nutritious meal plan for your child that includes a variety of fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and lean proteins. Involve your child in age-appropriate meal preparation and encourage them to make healthy choices. Teach them about the importance of balanced nutrition and instill healthy eating habits that will benefit them throughout their lives.

Mindfulness and Relaxation

Preschools recognize the importance of teaching children mindfulness and relaxation techniques to support their emotional well-being. Introduce simple mindfulness exercises at home, such as deep breathing or guided relaxation sessions. Encourage your child to take moments of calmness and teach them strategies to manage their emotions effectively. By promoting mindfulness, you can help your child develop emotional resilience and self-regulation skills.

Language and Communication Development

Focus on language and communication development to enhance children's literacy skills. Create a language-rich environment at home by reading aloud to your child regularly, engaging in conversations, and providing opportunities for them to express themselves verbally. Encourage their curiosity by answering their questions and engaging in discussions. Utilize age-appropriate educational apps or language-learning resources to supplement their language development.

Celebrating Diversity and Inclusivity

Strive to create an inclusive environment that celebrates diversity and teaches children about different cultures and perspectives. Foster an inclusive mindset at home by exposing your child to diverse books, music, and art that represent various cultures. Engage in conversations about diversity and encourage your child to appreciate and respect differences. Teach them about empathy, kindness, and the importance of treating others with respect and inclusivity.

Conclusion

Incorporate preschool principles into your home environment and create a safe and stimulating space that promotes your child's overall development. Each child is unique, so adapt these principles to suit your child's individual needs and interests. With your commitment and love, you can create a home environment that fosters growth, learning, and happiness during your child's crucial preschool years.

[larsenhumphrey85]

There are many reasons why improving your home is a good idea. There are projects to suit every budget and skill-set, going from major season-long additions down to simple repair jobs that can be handled in an afternoon. The size of a home improvement job doesn't really matter. As long as you prepare yourself for it properly and make wise choices, you can do it affordably and perhaps even enjoyably. Read this article to learn more.

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[berryreilly25]

There are many reasons why improving your home is a good idea. There are projects to suit every budget and skill-set, going from major season-long additions down to simple repair jobs that can be handled in an afternoon. The size of a home improvement job doesn't really matter. As long as you prepare yourself for it properly and make wise choices, you can do it affordably and perhaps even enjoyably. Read this article to learn more.

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There are many reasons why improving your home is a good idea. There are projects to suit every budget and skill-set, going from major season-long additions down to simple repair jobs that can be handled in an afternoon. The size of a home improvement job doesn't really matter. As long as you prepare yourself for it properly and make wise choices, you can do it affordably and perhaps even enjoyably. Read this article to learn more.

Displaying books in your living area can be a great sign of intelligence as well as a nice decorating accessory. Make sure when you're displaying your books to arrange them according to height and color. Not arranging books according to height will make your collection appear messy and unorganized. Arranging your books by color will make your area seem sophisticated. If lubricant alone doesn't solve your door squeaking problems, try using wire wool. Simply remove the hinge from the door and dismantle it by removing the pin in the center.. Wipe away any dirt, rust, and any other excess debris with the wool and replace the hinge pin and return the hinge to the door. Then apply lubricant. Keep your closet free of clutter by organizing your shoes. Keep boots and shoes that you don't wear often in a large plastic box, or in the original boxes you got when you purchased them. Only leave out the shoes that you wear at least twice a week. Doing this will allow your closet space to be organized, and your shoes to be neatly displayed. If you don't have enough space for a small office, you can use a small portion of your living room for that purpose. Buy a small privacy screen and place a desk behind it with a matching chair. You can purchase small shelves to install on your wall to store your pens, pencils, staplers and other important items. Things like chipped paint, water damaged ceilings, and rotting decks are things that are easy to spot in any property that you're looking into buying. Have a professional inspector look for structural damages, electrical problems, bad ventilation or roof defects. When you invest in proper inspection in advance, you save money on potential repairs in the long run. TV entertainment stands cost quite a bit of money. A great viable alternative to those expensive stands is buying a nice dresser. You can put your TV on top and use the dresser drawers to store your DVDs and CD's. Your remote controls and electronic manuals can also be stored in a drawer preventing it from being an eyesore. Seek out advice before starting on do it yourself projects. There may be important steps you will overlook if you don't know what you are doing. Although many household jobs can be done yourself, it is always a good idea to ask an expert how to do the job properly. Search around and price out different contractors to get the best deals. The best way to feel safe when getting a contractor is to ask a friend or family member who has had their home remodeled by one for a good recommendation. This way you know you're hiring a reliable contractor that you can trust to fix up your home. If you think that you need to spruce up the look of the outside of the house, think about putting in a pergola. Originally designed for garden installation, pergolas add visual interest and help to shade a front door with too much exposure to the sun. With some help, you can set up a pergola in your yard in just a couple days. Create extra seating in your kitchen. If you don't have the space for a full sized kitchen table and chairs, think about using barstools around a kitchen island. This creates a casual area, perfect for eating a quick bite or simply chatting with family and friends. If your kitchen is too small for an island, consider using counter stools. This article has hardly scratched the surface of potential home improvement projects available to you. Be dryer repair henderson , as it is easy to get addicted to home improvement once you get started! Using the advice laid out here can provide you with an appetite to do even more. And as you gain more experience, you'll soon be able to take on larger challenges.

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From Basement to Safe Space: Essentials and Extras for a Cozy Bunker

Whether you're an avid prepper, a fan of apocalyptic fiction, or simply someone who enjoys the idea of a secure and comfortable space below ground, the journey from basement to bunker requires careful consideration of essentials and extras.

In this guide, we'll delve into the world of creating a cozy basement and the key components that make them both functional and inviting.

Practical Considerations: A Checklist Of Essential Elements

Structural Integrity

Before you transform your basement into a bunker, ensure its structural integrity. Reinforce walls and ceilings to withstand potential challenges and ensure your space has been properly waterproofed and damp-proofed.

Ventilation Systems

A cozy bunker is not just about protection; it's about maintaining a comfortable atmosphere. Proper ventilation is crucial for ensuring a steady flow of fresh air and preventing a stale, claustrophobic environment. Invest in efficient ventilation systems that can circulate air while maintaining security and ensure you have smoke and carbon monoxide detectorsinstalled too.

Emergency Power Supply

In the event of a power outage, having a reliable source of electricity is essential. Install backup generators or alternative power sources to keep essential systems running smoothly. This includes lighting, communication devices, and any other critical appliances.

Water Filtration and Storage

Access to clean water is a non-negotiable aspect of bunker living. Install a robust water filtration system and ensure an ample supply of stored water. Plan for both short-term emergencies and extended periods of isolation, making water storage a top priority.

Nutrient-Rich Food Storage

A well-stocked pantry is vital for sustaining yourself during extended periods underground. Stock up on non-perishable, nutrient-rich foods that can provide the sustenance needed for physical and mental well-being. Consider a combination of freeze-dried meals, canned goods, and other long-lasting provisions.

Designing Your Safe Haven: Extras for a Cozy Ambiance

Comfortable Furnishings

To truly transform your basement into a cozy bunker, invest in comfortable furnishings. Consider ergonomic seating, plush cushions, and warm blankets to create a welcoming atmosphere. Design the space with relaxation in mind, balancing functionality with aesthetics.

Multi-Functional Spaces

Make the most of limited space by designing multi-functional areas. Foldable furniture, hidden storage solutions, and adaptable spaces can maximize the utility of your bunker. This ensures that every square foot serves a purpose without sacrificing comfort.

Aesthetically Pleasing Lighting

Lighting plays a crucial role in setting the mood. Opt for warm, adjustable lighting options to create a cozy ambiance. LED lights with dimming capabilities allow you to control the intensity and transform your bunker from a practical space to a tranquil haven.

Entertainment Center

To maintain mental well-being during extended stays, integrate an entertainment center into your bunker. Consider a high-quality projector, flat-screen TV, and a collection of books, movies, and games. A well-equipped entertainment center can be a source of relaxation and distraction when needed.

Personalized Touches

Infuse your bunker with elements that reflect your personality and bring a sense of familiarity. Personalized decor, artwork, or family photos can turn your safe space into a true home away from home. These touches add a layer of comfort and connection to your surroundings.

Security Measures: Balancing Comfort with Safety

Advanced Surveillance Systems

While comfort is paramount, security cannot be overlooked. Implement advanced surveillance systems with cameras strategically placed both inside and outside the bunker. Access to real-time monitoring can provide peace of mind and early detection of potential threats.

Secure Entrances and Exits

Design secure entrances and reinforced exits equipped with biometric or keycard access systems. Ensure that these points are well-hidden to minimize the risk of unauthorized entry. A secure bunker is only as strong as its weakest point, so invest in top-notch security for all access points.

Communication Systems

Communication is key in an emergency. Install reliable communication systems, including radio transceivers and satellite phones, to stay connected with the outside world. Receiving updates and emergency broadcasts can be crucial for making informed decisions.

Emergency Escape Routes

No matter how secure your bunker is, emergency escape routes are necessary. Plan and implement alternative exits that lead to safe areas in case the primary entrance is compromised. Conduct regular drills to ensure everyone in the bunker is familiar with the escape routes and procedures.

Fire Suppression Systems

Fire can be a significant threat in an enclosed space. To mitigate the risk, install advanced fire suppression systems, such as sprinklers and fire extinguishers. Regular maintenance and training on fire safety protocols are essential for the well-being of everyone in the bunker.

Maintaining Mental Well-being: Added Extras for Long-Term Survival

Natural Light Simulation

Mimicking natural light cycles is crucial for regulating circadian rhythms and maintaining mental health. Incorporate light simulation systems that replicate the natural progression of daylight. This can help regulate sleep patterns and contribute to a sense of normalcy.

Exercise Facilities

Physical activity is vital for mental and physical well-being. Designate a space for exercise, incorporating equipment such as stationary bikes, resistance bands, or yoga mats. Regular exercise can alleviate stress and contribute to a positive mindset during extended periods of confinement.

Educational and Productive Activities

Keep your mind engaged with educational and productive activities. Stock up on books, educational materials, and hobby supplies to encourage learning and creativity. Establish a routine that includes time for both relaxation and personal growth.

Social Spaces

While a bunker may be a confined space, creating designated social areas is crucial for maintaining a sense of community. Consider common spaces where your fellow bunker inhabitants can gather, share meals, or engage in group activities. Human connection is a powerful factor in mental well-being.

Snacks & Beverages

If you have the space, your bunker should include a little more than the staple pantry items. You can stock up on long lasting snacks and beverages to ensure the time you spend there is as enjoyable as possible. If you’re part of a wine club, you may even want to convert a small corner into a cellar, as the cool, dark conditions are ideal for storing your best bottles.

From Basement to Safe Space

As you transform your basement into a cozy bunker, remember that balancing essentials with the extras and security with comfort requires careful planning and consideration. Your safe space needs to be exactly that, and it needs to have everything you need when expecting the unexpected.

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[titan-fodder]

Prima Vista Part IV

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Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~ 9.6k

Warning: a big helping of abandonment/daddy issues, lots of feelings, explicit sexual content A/N: y’all are gonna be so soft and then so mad lmao. 

The plan was to go to Mike's house then back to campus. You said you didn't have anything to do at your mom's, that a long phone call would suffice, which is why Mike is confused when you ask him if you can stop by before going back. It's an hour out of the way, but it's not like he has anything better to do, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about your humble beginnings. 

 The house is in a decent-looking neighborhood, small, nearly identical one-story homes surrounded by cracked sidewalks. He has to be careful not to trip as you make your way to the front porch, pots of dead or dying plants along the edges of it. You shove your key into the lock, twist and open, then motion for Mike to follow. 

 The den is dimly lit, ceiling fan above with only one working bulb. A crime show is playing on the TV but there's no one watching. There is, however, another light pouring from a back room, and as soon as you drop your bag on the couch, a head pokes out from the doorway. 

 "Baby girl!" A shrill voice cries, and Mike sees you grimace. "I thought you weren't coming by!" 

 A woman walks into the den wearing long, cotton shorts and an old tie-dye shirt then pulls you into a hug so tight that it makes you cough. 

 "Mom," you take a deep breath as if to refill your lungs with all the air that was pushed from them. "This is Mike."

 He holds out a hand and smiles, but all your mother does is stare with round eyes and blurt, "Oh, he's a big boy." 

 "My fucking god." You don't yell or whine, just pinch the bridge of your nose and mumble, "Just shake his hand please." 

 "Sorry, I'm sorry, just was not expecting… You didn't tell me how tall he was."

 "'Cause it doesn't matter. Why would I—nevermind," you cut yourself off, face falling flat just like your voice. 

 Mike isn't sure if he should be flattered or offended or embarrassed, so he just ignores the comment entirely and says, "Nice to meet you." 

 You make your escape to the back, dragging Mike with you before shutting your bedroom door and leaning against it. 

 "Mom is a little weird, but you'll always know where you stand with her," you tell him. "Also, sorry about the house. She’s a teacher, so she’s usually pretty beat at the end of the day. Not enough energy to do a lotta cleaning."

 "Didn't even notice," he reassures you. 

 Mike unpacks his bag next to you, and you gather the dirty clothes from both yours and his, balling them up and taking them with you out to the garage to throw into the washing machine. Mike should have done it at his parents', but as you were packing up that morning, his mother got all teary eyed and his dad just kept shaking your tiny hands and telling you to come back, so it just didn’t happen. 

 Back in the living room, your mom is sitting in an old rocking chair, and Mike thinks you'll take a seat on the adjacent couch, but instead you ask, "You need help with anything? Dishes or vacuuming or somethin'?"

 She looks up at you, fly-away hairs sticking out around her temples and forehead and responds, "It'd be nice if you could do the dishes. I just haven't gotten around to it."

 "Can do," you nod and walk into the kitchen, opening the dishwasher and making a displeased noise at the dirty plates and bowls inside. There's room for a few more, but once it's full and running, you just clean what's left in the sink by hand. Mike finds a towel, stands next to you, and holds his hand out for every scrubbed dish, drying it and placing it in the rack to hopefully be put up later. 

 "You hungry?" You ask when you're done and drying your hands. "It's almost one."

 "Uh, yeah. I could eat." 

 Truthfully, he's starving having only had a small breakfast at his parents'. He doesn't want to say that, though, doesn't want you making a big meal for him or apologizing for anything. 

 "Sandwiches okay?" 

 Something in your tone has him on edge. Your voice is too quiet, deflecting downward as if you're forcing each word from your mouth. 

 "Yeah," he nods. "If you get the stuff, I can make 'em." Mostly so that you can relax but also because there's no way he's gonna let you make him a fucking sandwich. 

 You shrug your shoulders, grab bread, lunchmeat, cheese, and condiments, then say, "You can make ours. I'll make mom's."

 He knows he's missing something, but he doesn't know what, and right now he's too afraid to ask. 

 He eats next to you on the couch, you and your mom watching TV as Mike tries to subtly glance around. Mounted shelves are decorated with dusty, mismatched figurines, cracks opening at the corners where the walls meet the roof. The brick fireplace is stacked high with plastic tubs and books, probably from your mother’s classroom, and the carpet has seen better days. 

 Mike isn't judging—not in the least—but he has a feeling he knows why being here puts you in a sour mood. The house feels lived in, cluttered and cozy and worn around the edges, but it's still empty somehow. 

 After the three of you are finished eating, you take the paper plates and dispose of them, then tell your mom that you'll be in your room. She gives you a soft smile that you struggle to return.

 It's a little more you in the bedroom, blue walls covered in old posters and collages, a quilt similar to the one in your dorm folded at the bottom of your bed. Your pillow cases are faded and covered in an old flower design that matches your sheets, and there's a small nightstand next to the headboard that's bare on top with wrinkled papers poking out of the bottom drawer. 

 "It's not much, but if you wanna snoop around like I always do, feel free." 

 Mike doesn't really want to, especially since you already seem so uncomfortable in what should be a safe space for you. The only thing he feels okay investigating is the old bookshelf next to your closet—mostly YA novels, some poetry books, an old set of The Lord of the Rings series, a textbook over rocks and minerals and another over volcanoes. Tucked away in the bottom shelf is a tiny booklet that looks like a photo album, and Mike has to fight the urge to pull it from its place and flip through the plastic pages. Anything to get to know you better. 

 You lay in bed, eyes locked on the ceiling, and Mike doesn't know what to do. There's a very small TV sitting on your dresser, an old DVD player next to it, so he figures he'll save both you and himself from talking by picking out a movie. 

 He fingers through them, not that there's a lot, just skims the spines until he pulls out a copy of Space Jam. You only glance at the screen when the intro starts, and Mike immediately zeroes in on the way your jaw sets and your brows furrow. 

 "I can pick something else," he tells you quietly. 

 You take a deep breath and shake your head. Slowly but surely your features begin to soften. 

 "'S'fine."

 "Are you sure?" 

 "Yeah. My, uh…" You swallow loud enough from Mike to hear, neck bobbing with the motion. "My dad and I used to watch it all the time."

 He doesn't know what to make of it or how to respond. In the months he's known you, Mike has never heard you mention your father a single time, and he's never asked in fear of what your response might be. 

 He moves your quilt to sit on the very edge of the bed, a little too tense as he heavily contemplates ignoring what you'd said and still switching movies. 

 "You can lay down, you know," you mumble. "I'm not gonna bite you."

 "You have before," he tries to act casual, but it comes out too stiffly.

 You laugh through your nose— "Suit yourself—" then get more comfortable on the mattress. 

 Michael Jordan gets pulled into a golf hole and the Loony Toons journey to retrieve his shoes from the real world. Mike is barely paying attention, more focused on the way your breathing evens out until it becomes slow and deep. 

 That's good. You could use a nap. 

 He watches you for a while, the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks and your lips part. You're all curled up on yourself, hands tucked under your chin, knees to your stomach, and Mike wants to slip behind you so badly, to pull you to his chest and lay with you until his heartbeat syncs with yours. 

 But first. 

 As carefully as he can, Mike stands from the bed and glides to the bookcase. He lowers himself in front of it, quickly finding what he's looking for and pulls it from the shelf. 

 It's a small little album, full of polaroids and old pictures cut in half. The first page sets the tone for the rest of the booklet, a photo of a very small you outside eating a popsicle next to a man that is most definitely your dad. You've got a similar facial structure as well as his coloring. Not to mention the expression he's wearing is one Mike has seen you make many times before. 

 The next picture is the two of you dressed up for an event. He's in a striped Polo and slacks while you're in a little checkered dress, a rose corsage on your tiny wrist. Some kind of father-daughter dance, Mike guesses. 

 Sitting on his lap at a fair, a chubby little boy a few years older than you standing close with a stuffed snake around his neck. A party where you're posed with an honestly frightening costume character. You in a bright, mesh jersey standing back to back with your dad, arms crossed, looking at the camera with your chins tilted upward. 

 They all look like good memories. The little boy in the fair picture appears several more times, and as he loses his baby fat, Mike sees the resemblance he shares with you and your father. It's too close to be a cousin—your eyes and mouths shaped the same—so he must be your brother. 

 Mike doesn't know how to feel about that because again, you've never uttered a word. As far as he knew, you were an only child, so why…

 He gets lost in the pages, watching you grow and pose mostly next to your dad. Smiles and laughs and silly faces with your tongues sticking out. Your mom is in some, brother in others, and then, you're in a cap and gown, grinning widely next to your dad who's beginning to gray at the temples. His own smile is barely there now, a ghost of what was seen in the previous photos. It's forced, it's sad, and it's the last picture in the book. 

 Mike's chest hurts. He wonders what happened, when exactly you'd lost him. Was it a quick goodbye, or had it been drawn out and painful? Had he been sick for a long time? He'd looked perfectly healthy in all the shots. Maybe a car accident that took both him and your brother…

 He flips to check for one last photo on the back of the page, but it's empty. However, tucked in a tiny, paper pocket is a folded up note that Mike stares at for a few solid minutes, debating the pros and cons of reading it. He knows he's already violated your privacy by looking through the album, and fuck, he's only been in your house for a couple hours at most—how has he already managed to tumble down such a humongous rabbit hole? 

 Your tiny snores reach his ears, and Mike gently pulls the note out, biting his lip as he unfolds it as quietly as possible. It's soft, like it's been read too many times, and the letters scribbled in all caps are beginning to fade, but the words are still legible. 

 It starts with your name, and then it's all apologies—sorry I can't stay, I have to leave, you don't understand how much this hurts me and so on. 

 Mike's eyebrows pull together the further he reads, blood pounding against the walls of his arteries, pulse picking up because he understands now.

 Your father wasn't in any sort of accident; he just left. 

 The letter ends with a gut-wrenching, You'll always be my little girl, and Mike nearly crumples the paper up to throw away. He resists somehow, simply folds it with shaky hands and slips it back into the pocket at the back of the album. 

 He's never been so mad at a stranger in his life. This must be it. This must be why you are—

 "Should've known you'd go straight for the photo album." 

 Your voice makes Mike's body jolt, his face heating as he turns to look at you with wide eyes. 

 "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—"

 You wave him off and prop yourself up on an elbow. "It's whatever."

 But, it's not. It's this huge part of you that still affects you to this day. Mike is no psychologist, but he has a pretty good feeling this is the main reason you hold everyone at arm's length. 

 "Why didn't you ever tell me?" 

 "What's there to tell?" 

 Sitting up fully, your gaze moves to the screen just in time to see Michael Jordan step off of the spaceship and onto the baseball field. I Believe I Can Fly is playing, and you're gritting your teeth. 

 "It's not anything that comes up in normal conversation anyway. I wasn't just gonna hit you with it outta nowhere. Also," you look back to Mike, eyes still sleepy, lips pulling downward in a frown. "I'm not the only one who hid stuff about my family."

 Mike sighs and quietly tells you, "That's different," as he closes the album and slides it back into the row of books. 

 "Is it, though? Is it really?" 

 "I..." 

 Mike shuts his mouth and actually thinks on it. He wasn't trying to lie to you about his home life or his heritage. He's only half Greek on his mom's side, after all, and he's only been to the country to visit family a couple of times—once when he was a child and once right before college. The culture is a little different over there, but it all seems so natural to him, especially after being raised to speak the language. 

 Honestly, he didn't ever tell you because he didn't think to, but Mike can understand the shock of walking into his childhood home and getting thrown through that loop. It must have been jarring for you. 

 It's a positive aspect of his life, though. It's not something that's damaged him or made him cold toward others. And, he hates describing you in such a way, but it's true.

 At least it makes sense now. 

 "I guess not," he shrugs. He's not about to fight you on it. 

 You stare at him for a while, waking up a bit more as you rub your eyes and stretch. 

 Then, you flop back down on your pillows. 

 "So. Any questions, Zacharias?" 

 He's surprised that you're asking, and though he doesn't want to twist the metaphorical knife in your gut, he still replies honestly: "Too many."

 A long exhale through your nose, and then you're patting the mattress next to you and grumbling, "Fine, I'll do my best, but you gotta come up here."

 "Why? You gonna need to cuddle afterward?" He can't help but tease. 

 "Fuckin' maybe, dude! We're about to get into my god damn trauma so—"

 Mike is up on his feet and flying toward the bed. He isn't about to sabotage the one fucking moment you're opening yourself up. 

 "Alright, what first?" You ask, trying to look bored, but Mike can clearly see that you're nervous. 

 "He left." 

 "Yeah."

 And then he gets the full story. 

 Your dad was pretty perfect during your younger years—a bit of a workaholic but still good. He took you to dances like the one you'd both dressed for in the photograph. You'd spend days at amusement parks where he'd carry you on his shoulders. He coached the basketball team you'd played on as a child.

 "Not saying he played favorites, but I was definitely closer to him than my brother was."

 The brother who developed a drug problem at fourteen, who was always either out with his little addict friends or at home where he would just scream at you and your mom. 

 "He went to rehab a couple times, but it didn't stick." 

 He left home at seventeen and hasn't gotten in touch with you or your parents since. 

 "I keep thinking one day we'll get a call from the police saying they found his wallet on a fucking corpse, but who knows. Maybe he got clean. Maybe he started a family somewhere else. He'd be twenty-five now."

 "Were you ever close with him?"

 You shrug. "We spent a lot of time together when we were really little, but even back then he was kinda a mean kid."

 It very quickly circles back to your father. Mike still doesn't feel like he has all the answers, so he asks through the skin of his lip, "Why'd he leave?"

 At this point, you've got your head in his lap as he sits against the wall. He smooths your hair back from your face every once in a while, something his mom used to do to him when he was very young that always soothed him. 

 He hopes it's having the same effect on you, thinks it might be considering you've had your eyes closed for a while now, humming now and then as you talk. 

 "Honestly, I don't really know. I don't think he and my mom were ever in love. Like, they just kinda settled for each other," you sigh. "They didn't have a lot in common. They had different upbringings. But, they didn't fight or anything—not in front of us. They were good at hiding the hard times from me and my brother. They just didn't… click."

 Mike bites his tongue, wonders if that was hard to watch or if you'd been too naive to notice. 

 Then, there's his second train of thought that's really just the voice in his head screaming, we click, though! You and I work! But he keeps it to himself. This isn't about you and him. 

 "I think maybe dad had, like, a 'stay together for the kids' mentality 'cause as soon as I graduated, he was fuckin' gone. And, I mean gone. We went to a graduation party the next weekend that lasted a few hours—just me and mom—and when we got back his truck wasn't in the driveway and his drawers were empty. He left that note you read on my desk."

 Mike breathes. Just breathes. He tries to make sense of it, how someone could just do that without a real reason. There hadn't been any explanation in the letter, only apologies. 

 "Have you seen him since?" 

 You open your eyes and reply, "Nope," popping the 'p'. "I don't know where he is, and he hasn't reached out. Mom made the drive to my grandma's—his mom—but she said she didn't know where he was either. Pretty sure she was covering for him, though. She was always kind of a bitch. You know, save for the whole paying for my college and all."

 Mike snorts at this, not that there's anything funny about the situation. It's just his first reaction. 

 You ignore it, moving on with an, "Anyway."

 "Anyway," he mimics. 

 "I don't know if you've noticed in the short time you've been here, but my mom is a little… off. Not super good at taking care of herself."

 "Is this why?" 

 "Clever boy," you show a bitter smile. "I didn't really understand since they weren't, like, in love or whatever, but… I think it was the betrayal more than anything. Like, it came outta nowhere, a big ol' slap in the face."

 "Plus, he left you behind," Mike adds, as if you don't already know. 

 Looking up at him, you raise your eyebrows and smirk. "And, now you know about my abandonment issues." The last part comes out in high-pitched, melodic syllables, a little song that would be funny if Mike didn't know it was a coping mechanism. It most definitely is, though. He can tell that you're the type to mask every issue with humor and sarcasm. It's how you've been dealing with him for the last several months. 

 "So, that's my story," you conclude on an exhale. "Now you know all my dirty secrets."

 "For some reason I don't think that's all of them," Mike pets your hair again. "But, probably the important ones."

 "Mm. I guess."

 The rest of the day is really just spent killing time. You cook an easy dinner that you refuse to let Mike help with, then sit in the den with your mom just like you did at lunch. A medical show is playing. Then a reality show. Then a game show. None of you say much of anything, and it's painfully awkward for Mike now that he knows what happened, but he can power through a few days of this if it makes you feel better. 

 Hours pass until you can retreat, and moonlight shines through your bedroom window, not that Mike needs it. He's memorized your body at this point, knows where to touch without even seeing. He makes sure to be gentle, to suckle and blow on your pebbled nipples as you card fingers through his hair and breathe faster and faster. 

 Leaving love bites down your chest and stomach, he sucks on your skin, gently grazing his teeth over every bruise. Mike wants you to see them all the next day—not a staked claim, just something you can't ignore when you look in the mirror, evidence of his feelings in every mark. 

 When you're finally nice and relaxed, he spreads your legs and licks into you, trying not to be too rough with his beard, but a few swipes of it over your clit leave you shaking in his grasp. You whisper his name, the common one that everyone knows him by, but then, rolling off your tongue like a prayer, you call him, "Miche," and he can't help the rumble that rises in his chest. 

 It should be strange. That's the name only his family uses, the one he was born with. He only simplified it so that kids in school wouldn't ask questions or make fun of him, and after that, it just sort of stuck. But, here and now, falling from your lips, it's so soft. So intimate. 

 You whimper when he sucks on your folds, making them swell, making them sensitive. And then, he's pushing his tongue inside of you and humming happily at the taste. His nose is bumping against your clit, and Christ, you even smell good to him—that ripe, tangy aroma that has Mike going a little crazy. He has to make sure he doesn't get too carried away. You can't make very much noise even with the rattling of the air conditioner, but as he slowly slides a finger into your pussy, he hears you moan around the fist you're holding to your mouth. 

 He stretches you just enough to get you ready, then he holds himself over you and pushes into your wet cunt. Your eyes are open, locked with Mike's as your brow raises and your jaw drops. It's erotic, something you've never done with him before. You typically either gaze somewhere other than his face or keep your eyes squeezed shut. 

 Tonight, though, you've been vulnerable and apparently want to stay that way for a little while longer. 

 He bends to catch you in a kiss, lips and tongues moving just as slowly as his hips, and when you reach to tug at Mike's hair, he pants into your mouth. 

 Those words are there again, stuck in his throat but slowly crawling upward until they're just there, pouring from his tongue, "I lo—"

 Until you cut him off with a sharp, "Don't."

 He makes a noise of frustration, wants to protest because he's so deep inside of you, and you're holding onto him like you want him—truly want him, but you mutter once more against his lips, "Don't say it, Miche."

 So, he doesn't. He bottles the confession up and keeps it locked away, hoping like hell that one day you'll let him tell you. 

 After you climax and coat his cock in slick and cream, he gives a few more thrusts and comes inside of you, filling you with himself and wondering why you're so willing to accept him in that way but not in any other. 

 He's hurting again, like he did at his parents' as you walked around like you belonged there. Except it's worse now. 

 If you don't want him to say it, that means you don't want to say it back. 

 He stays with you for a few more minutes before pulling out. You leave to clean up, and while you're gone, Mike sits on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he tries to get it all out of his system, whispering it out loud to himself: 

 I love you. I love you, I love you.  

 You still let him hold you as you fall asleep, gripping his hand until you can't anymore, and as Mike drifts off behind you, he has one last thought—Just let me.

* There’s only three weeks left of the semester when you head back to campus, and you intend to make the most of every passing day. 

 You pay better attention in class. You study harder in the library to prepare for final exams. You go to a few more Pi Alpha Kappa parties, making sure not to burn yourself out. And, you let Mike fuck your brains out every few days. Sometimes it’s late at night after those parties. Sometimes you're too tired after the nights of drinking and end up just going to bed only to wake up in the morning and have slow, sleepy sex. Sometimes it’s in the middle of the afternoon when you both have breaks between classes.

 Neither of you bring up anything that happened over the break—meeting families, details about your childhoods, how much you learned about one another in general.

 Most importantly, neither of you address that first night at your mom’s, the way Mike had basically worshiped your body, how he’d come so close to uttering the three words you least want to hear. 

 Thinking about it still makes your chest tighten, your heart beat faster. Sometimes when you’re sharing his bed with him, back pressed to his chest, large arm slung over your waist, you think about why it is you’re so vehemently against it. The two of you already act like a couple most of the time. You walk with each other to class when you can. You stick to each other’s sides at parties. You fuck like rabbits and don’t care who knows about it. 

 And, though you’re hesitant to admit it even to yourself, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for him. Mike is your best friend at this point. He’s insanely hot. He’s goofy. He’s kind. Yeah, the frat boy persona he puts on around his friends is annoying, but you understand it a little better now. Plus, he always takes off the mask when he’s alone with you, giving both you and himself a break from it.

 You know your time with him is quickly coming to an end—for about two months, at least—and whenever you think too hard about it, it makes you pout and huff. You’re not looking forward to your summer classes without him, but he promises on several occasions that you can call him while he’s at his parents’ if you ever need help with the material.

 It’s impressive, the way he’s able to act like nothing happened. You know it must be troubling him, but it’s not like you can do anything to soothe him. If he was really upset with you, he would have stopped spending time with you, but he hasn’t. He just bottles it up, keeps smiling at you all crookedly, and keeps satisfying you in the bedroom (more than satisfying honestly. There’s really not a word to describe what he does).

 He’s back to getting along with everyone in the Pike house, everyone being Erwin. It’s a relief just because you don’t have to put up with the tension between them, but it’s also awkward. And, a little frightening. 

 The brothers have Smash Brothers tournaments and movie nights, a few date parties here and there, and it never fails that at some point during the evenings, you find your neck prickling as it always does when you feel someone staring at you. You always hope it’s Mike. Fuck, you wish it was him. But, when you glance up and around, it’s Erwin. Every time. His deep blue eyes are trained on you, the corner of his mouth twitching upward on one side. It doesn’t matter if he’s alone or if he’s got Maddie or some other girl sitting in his lap. He's fucking shameless, and it makes your stomach hurt.

 You keep your mouth shut for the sake of the friendship but also for the sake of Erwin’s pretty face. If he and Mike ever got into an actual fight, Erwin would probably be able to get a good few punches in, but you’re nearly positive Mike would end up destroying him in the long run. That could get him kicked out of school. That could get him thrown in jail. 

 Finals roll around, and you manage to pass all of them without issue, even getting grades above the class average. You feel fantastic, like your long term goals might actually be attainable. You have a long road ahead of you, but your GPA at the end of the year is more than enough to raise your confidence. 

 Mike asks you to come back to his house for the couple weeks between the end of the semester and the start of your summer courses, but you turn him down, too scared of what might happen while you’re there. Acting like a couple in front of his parents will only exacerbate his feelings as well as yours, and you’d like to avoid that as best you can. 

 Even now as you’re standing outside by the Jeep, he tries to persuade you one last time, almost pleading, “Are you sure you don’t wanna come?”

 “Miche, I’m sure,” you tell him, trying to stay stern, but it’s hard when his sea glass eyes light up at the sound of his real name. It’s a habit you’ve gotten into, a bad one considering how much he likes it. How much you like it. “I already told you I wanna spend the free time I have at mom’s. I need to check up on her and… Probably clean, honestly.”

 He lets out a little grunt of disappointment, then nods. “Yeah, I get it.”

 “You saw what she’s like,” you remind him. “Someone needs to drop in every once in a while to make sure she isn’t, like, wasting away or something.”

 “Makes sense. I’ll be bummed, though.”

 “Be bummed all you want,” you smile. “I’ll probably still bother you over break. A lot.”

 He sounds terribly sincere when he mumbles, “You never bother me.” It makes your stomach flip in the way you do not enjoy.

 Mike sighs, taking in one of those deep breaths that makes his broad chest rise then fall, calling attention to it and making you bite your bottom lip. 

 “Alright, I should get going,” he concedes, bending down to kiss you too deeply for simple friends with benefits. It doesn’t stop you from humming into his mouth and smiling against him. You hold him by the back of his neck as he pulls your body close to his, his voice muffled when he tells you mischievously, “Don’t forget to send pictures.”

 It makes you laugh, and you lean back to swipe your tongue over his lips so that he groans and chases after you. 

 “I promise I will. Perv.” The beating sun is nothing in comparison to the way your body heats at the thought. You’ve sent him nudes before, but the idea of him looking at them from hours away, fisting his cock as he admires your body through his phone… It makes seeing him off even harder.

 After a couple more softer kisses, Mike swings into the Wrangler and pulls out of the lot. You stand in his parking space and watch him until he’s out of sight, then walk back to your dorm, dragging your feet the whole way. 

 You only stay at your mom’s house for a week, and just like you predicted, you spend most of it cleaning. She thanks you the whole time but makes excuses in between. You just reassure her that you don’t mind even though you do. She really should see a therapist and sort out the depression she’s been stuck in for a few years now, but telling someone they need professional help is easier said than done. 

 Sleeping in your old bed is much harder this time around. You're all too aware of the weight that isn't behind you, and most nights you lay awake for at least a couple of hours trying to imagine it. 

 Like you’d promised, you send him a few pictures, some of them just lewd selfies with your tits pouring out of the cups of your bra, but others are of your naked body in the bathtub, sometimes a shot of you with your hand between your legs. It feels wrong to touch yourself in your childhood home, but it’s necessary, especially when Mike sends you a few pictures of his own—one with his torso on display, defined abs absolutely mouthwatering and the V of his hips suggestively leading into mesh shorts. Another is of him in the gray joggers he wears all the time, the ones that always show off his cock. 

 He’s so fucking hot it atually hurts, makes your pussy throb as you crave his touch. It’s an awful feeling honestly, but even worse than that is the way you miss him. You aren’t supposed to miss him. You’re just supposed to be friends who have sex. Nothing more than that.

 It's why you’re glad to go back to school. Your classes will distract you, keep you from thinking about him too much. The semester is shorter during the summer, so you have to work even harder than you do during fall and spring. You don’t really think it’ll be a problem since you’re trying to cram your brain full of anything other than Mike which is great motivation for studying. 

 Nothing is gonna get you off track, you tell yourself. Nothing will interfere with your studies. That’s the plan.

 Then, you meet Zeke Jaeger. 

* You're studying in the library. It seems like you spend most of your time here, nice and quiet and empty. The campus isn't nearly as busy in the summer as it is during the rest of the school year. No parties, no sporting events, just you alone with your books. 

 It's nice. Most of the time. A little boring but mostly nice. 

 Your eyes are getting tired, and when you check your phone, you realize why. It's almost eleven PM, meaning you've been studying for about six hours. You've had longer nights, usually spent on the phone getting quizzed on the information you're learning with a few breaks in between, but that wasn't the case tonight as Mike had to spend the day with family from out of town. 

 It's okay. You're supposed to be distancing yourself anyway. 

 Taking a deep breath, you pack up your books and slide your laptop into your bag, then stand and swing it over your shoulder. 

 The strap is too long. The bag swings too hard, and your heart sinks when you hear a little grunt followed by a, "Agh, hot!" 

 Turning with wide eyes, you immediately start apologizing, "I'm so sorry, oh my god, fuck, I'm so sorry!"

 A head of light blond hair looks up from the brown stain on his white t-shirt, icy blue eyes narrowed behind wire-rimmed glasses, but when he sees the mortification on your face, his own expression softens, and he chuckles. 

 "It's fine. You can calm down."

 You're still breathing heavily, guilt making your hands shake, but he really doesn't look angry. In fact, he's grinning now, eyebrows raised like he's amused. 

 The longer you stare at him, the more familiar he looks. You're pretty sure you've seen him before. Many times before, actually, and then it clicks that this guy is on the front page of the school website. You see him every fucking time you log in, looking much more stern than he does now. Baseball hat and jersey, mitt on one hand as he hides his other in it, and yeah, you know him. 

 "You're Zeke Jaeger."

 He makes a face, scrunching his nose up and squinting. "Yeeeeah, I guess I am."

 Best pitcher in the college league despite being a sophomore like you. He's beaten the records of some major league players. 

 You don't give a fuck about baseball, have never even been to any of the school's games, but you've been hearing about Zeke since the last season. You've learned to tune it out because, again, no shits given (and also you're much more partial to lacrosse now), but he's hard to ignore when he's staring you right in the face. 

 "Well, uh," you try to act casual. It's something you're pretty good at these days. "Cool."

 He snorts, picking his shirt off his chest to air it out like it'll help, then says, "I don't know your name, though."

 You run your tongue over your teeth, wondering why he cares, then introduce yourself. 

 "Oh, you're Zacharias' little girlfriend, aren't you?"

 Your stomach flips at the mention of him. 

 "We're not dating."

 Zeke cocks his head to the side. "No?"

 "No. Just friends."

 He hums but doesn't say anything, and your eyes are once again drawn to his chest as he fans over the stain. 

 "Okay, let me get you a new shirt or something," you try. 

 He laughs again. "I highly doubt you've got a men's shirt tucked in that bag of yours, sweetheart."

 "I—" you pout for a second, mumble, "Okay, yeah, fair point."

 "Another coffee, though," he muses out loud. "Wouldn't be the worst thing."

 You shoot him a finger gun and smack your lips. "On it. Where do you get coffee at eleven o'clock?"

 "I'll walk with you," he states more than offers. 

 Then, you're both leaving the library, leaving campus, and going to a little 24 hour cafe where you blow on lattes and cover the basics about each other—philosophy major, valedictorian of his high school class, playing baseball since age seven, etc. You should sleep. You should get ready for another long day of studying.  

 But it's hard to make good decisions when Zeke Jaeger is smirking at you from across the table like you're the most interesting thing he's ever seen. 

* Zeke gets your number that night. You're not exactly sure how, but he does. 

 Then he doesn’t text you for three days. It doesn’t bother you that much. You figure he has other things to focus on. He’s on campus to take a couple courses and practice for the upcoming season, so he’s probably just busy. If that night had just been a one-off, it’s fine with you. It was cool to talk to him, but your heart isn’t broken.

 These are all the thoughts and justifications running through your head when you’re in class on Tuesday and your phone lights up during the PowerPoint lecture. You glance down, expecting Mike or Hitch, but it’s an unknown number instead. Eyes flicking from the projection screen to your much tinier one, you slide to open the message and chew on your lip. 

 Hey, it’s Zeke. You have classes this afternoon?

 You do not. And, you are too quick to tell him that.

 He takes you to a little Mom and Pop restaurant, too far to walk so you end up riding in the black Bronco he drives, trying to convince yourself that it definitely does not make him any more attractive to you. Because you aren’t attracted to him in the first place. Right?

 You sit at a table for two eating paninis and fruit. Zeke asks how classes are going, you ask about practice, and as you talk, he gets that look in his eyes again, like you amuse him or interest him or something.

 It confuses you, and for a moment, you’re taken back to last fall at that first Pi Kappa Alpha party, the one you met Mike at when he tried to get you to shotgun a beer. God, he had been so obnoxious back then, always following you around and flirting and—

 “You listening, sweetheart?”

 Your eyes refocus on the man in front of you, his raised eyebrows and little smirk. “Looks like you’re a million miles away. Sorry if I’m boring you.”

 “No, no,” you try to defend. “I just zoned out for a second. Realized I, uh, got an answer wrong on the quiz I took today.”

 “That sucks,” he hums. “Anyway, I can stop talking about baseball.”

 “It’s okay. Just go over the last, like, ten seconds,” you say with a laugh, hoping your cheeks will stop burning sooner rather than later.

 Zeke chuckles and does just that, doesn’t seem irritated or put out. He tells you about how he has a new trainer this year to warm him up and make sure his throwing arm is in top shape. “I hope he’s as good as my last. Colt was always on it, knew exactly how hot to make the warm compresses and how cold to make the ice packs. Stuff like that. He learned my needs.”

 You both laugh, and if it was anyone else, you’d have an innuendo sliding off your tongue, but for some reason, you don’t think Zeke would want to hear it, like he’d be unimpressed with your vulgar humor. 

 Back at the college, he drives you to your dorm, explaining that he lives in the apartments on the other side of campus and wouldn’t want to make you walk that far. Then, as you slide out of the Bronco, he stops you with a smooth, “Hey,” that makes you look over your shoulder at him. “Make sure you save my number in your phone, okay? I’ll text you soon.”

 The way your stomach flips is worrisome, a feeling you’re only used to when you’re with…

 “Yeah, okay.”

 He grins widely and nods, then waits for you to get a good distance away from the car before driving off.

 No distractions, you’d said. It’ll be good for your focus, you’d said. 

 What a fucking joke. 

*

Mike has to help you with some homework that weekend. You can hear his smile through the phone, snort when he makes his little nerd jokes, then sigh when he gets to the actual subject and explains it to you without a problem. His brain is incredible, and when you think about it too hard, it makes you warm inside. 

 “You’re so fucking smart. Why don’t you let people know?”

 “Maybe I just want you to know,” he chuckles. “You think I wanna spend my days tutoring every idiot who needs help?”

 “Miche, did you just call me an idiot?”

 You hear another breathy laugh followed by a sigh. “I have many, many names for you, but ‘idiot’ isn’t one of them.”

 “Oh yeah?” You play. “And, what might those other names be?”

 He lists a few, all of them making your face flush and your body tingle, and before you know it, you’ve got your pants off and your fingers between your legs. You can hear Mike’s heavy breathing on the other end, the wet sound of his hand stroking his lubricated cock, and when you reach your climax, you moan out your usual, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Miche.” 

 He tumbles down right behind you, panting and telling you in a voice of disbelief, “Jesus, it just keeps coming.” It makes the pulses of your orgasm even stronger, remembrance of all the times he’s painted you in white, and God, you are so ready for him to get back to the school.

 Then, there’s the voice in the back of your head that makes you think maybe it’s better that he’s gone for now, that he might not be too pleased that you’re spending time with another guy. But, it’s not like things with Zeke are going anywhere. You wouldn’t even call him a friend. You text on and off, have brunch or lunch or coffee depending on the time of day. 

 And, yeah, he calls you pet names, tells you that you look nice even when you’re just in leggings and a t-shirt, talks about his family and…

 Okay, it could potentially lead to something more, but it’s only been a week, and considering his golden boy status, he could have anyone he wants, so why would he even be interested in you in any way, shape, or form?

 Naturally, your thoughts circle back to Mike and the way he could have any girl on his arm, but he still chooses to spend time with you. To fuck you. To nearly confess his feelings to you. You have to wonder if you’re emitting some kind of scent or beacon, if there’s a sign hanging above your head with an arrow pointing down. Sports gods, come get a piece. 

 If only you’d never gone to that party. If you had just kept your head down like you had freshman year. Your life would be so much easier now.

 But now you’re in Zeke’s apartment listening to him rant about some philosopher you’ve never even heard of. He’s gesturing with his hands, flipping curling, blond bangs from his face, and whenever he pauses to think, he scratches his beard. He’s very fond of the white t-shirts and jeans get-up, sometimes switches it up and wears a button down under a sweater vest. Both looks are becoming of him no matter how much you try to deny it, but when he drops down onto the couch next to you and peers into your god damn soul with those piercing, blue eyes, you have to choke back a dreamy sigh.

 What is happening to you?

 “So, what do you think about it?” He asks, looking hopeful that you might have some insight on this matter.

 But, you simply laugh and shake your head. “Zeke,” you start. “I’m gonna be real honest with you here. I didn’t understand a fucking thing you just said.”

 You assume he’ll be disappointed, maybe tire of you since you can’t be as intellectually stimulating as he’d like you to, but Zeke exhales in a lighthearted sort of way, shows one of those amused smiles, and tells you, “You’re cute.”

 Anyone else and you would have snapped back, something along the lines of, don’t fucking patronize me, but with Zeke, all you can do is stare at him and let your lips part, silently asking for something you won’t speak out loud.

 His gaze moves to your mouth for a split second. That soft smile turns into one of his famous smirks. Then, he’s back on his feet and asking, “You wanna go to dinner?”

 You are more than relieved at the shift in atmosphere, but your heart is still beating too hard as you follow him downstairs and to his car. 

* Summer is passing quickly. Too quickly. The eleven week classes are kicking your ass, or are close to kicking your ass. Lucky for you, you have your own private tutor just a call or text away. Mike helps you, and you laugh and goof around, shoot off innuendo after innuendo, but the phone sex slows to a halt eventually. You tell him that you’re tired, and you are. It isn’t a lie. But, it also isn’t the full truth.

 Between classes when you could be resting, you’re eating out with Zeke. Or, watching him and the rest of the baseball team practice for the upcoming season. Or, sitting in his apartment, watching movies and chatting about all manner of things. Nothing important, of course—there’s no diving deep into your life story like you had done with Mike over Spring Break, but Zeke still learns the little things about you. Why you’re majoring in geosciences and how you became good friends with some of the Pike guys. You don’t give him the full details on that one—that you got blackout drunk and fucked Mike and just couldn’t stop. You don’t think Zeke would be interested in hearing about it anyway.

 You learn a bit about his dad and stepmom, the latter of whom he isn’t very fond of. He also has a little brother who’ll be attending the college starting this fall, and he’s interested in the Greek life. Naturally, you build PKA up. Even if there are some… Problematic people in the house, there are also a lot of really good guys. 

 “I’ll make sure to pass it along to him,” Zeke tells you one evening as you’re both sprawled on the couch, backs against the armrests as you face each other. It’s how he seems to prefer to sit when the TV isn’t on. When you asked him why, he had told you, “Just like looking at you,” and you didn’t know how to respond. You still don’t know how to respond.

 “Eren thinkin’ about joining any sports?” You ask now. “Does baseball run in the family or anything?”

 Zeke snorts. “Kid couldn’t hit a baseball even if it was on one of the t-ball stands.”

 “I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then.”

 “I would say he’s more academically inclined, but,” Zeke sighs. “That would be a lie.”

 You can never tell if he actually likes his brother. Most of the time he complains about him, but every once in a while he’ll bring up something cute Eren did as a little boy, and you see a fond glimmer in his light eyes. 

 “Anyway,” Zeke waves off the subject and transitions to a new one—one that makes your stomach drop. “Are you gonna tell Zacharias about us?”

 You choke on your own spit, leaning forward to cough a couple times, then challenge him with a nervous laugh, “I wasn’t aware there was anything to tell him.”

 Zeke tilts his head, mouth pulling up as he raises his eyebrows. “Come on,” he chuckles.

 “Come on, what?” You frown. If you were with Mike, you both would have died at that. Come on my face, you can hear him say, and you have to fight a smile because there’s absolutely no way you could explain that to the man in front of you.

 “You don’t have to play coy, sweetheart. We both know there’s something going on between us.” He says it with such confidence that even if he wasn’t right you wouldn’t be able to argue with him. The assumption should annoy you, should make you scoff and leave, but instead you sit there staring, caught up in his gaze and cocky grin.

 “I—”

 “It’s okay, you know. Not like you’re alone in this.”

 Those questions swim through your mind again, all the insecurities that you’ve been sorting through with Mike, but now that voice is louder because that sense of trust hasn’t formed yet. You’ve only connected with Zeke over meals and movies. It sounds domestic, but despite your apparently obvious attraction to him, you still don’t feel like you really know him. 

 But, he draws you in, like a moth to a flame. You can’t help it. There’s just something about him that makes you want him to like you, like you want to impress him, like you want to be good for him. You’ve been trying to ignore those thoughts, but they’re much harder to fight now that you’re sitting in front of him, taking in his wavy hair and pale blue eyes, that ever present smirk on his face, the curve of his neck that disappears into his shirt.

 He could just want sex. He could just want a fling. Wait for everyone to get back on campus and drop you for another girl. You tell yourself you wouldn’t care; you’re good at keeping things casual.

 Wouldn’t it be fun to be his arm candy for a while, though? Let people look at you and whisper louder than they did when they’d see you and Mike together? You don’t care about status, about being in the spotlight. It’s more for the experience, dating someone who could teach you things.

 Mike teaches you things, that voice pops up again. He’s been helping you with your work for almost a year now. You can’t just overlook that. 

 “What, are you weighing the pros and cons over there or something?”

 You snort. “Maybe. We still don’t really know each other all that well, Zeke.”

 “Might I remind you that we’ve been hanging out all summer? Did you honestly think it wouldn’t lead to anything more?”

 “Honestly,” you mimic, “I never thought you’d be interested.”

 “Why wouldn’t I be?” His brow furrows like he’s genuinely confused. “You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re cute.” 

 God, you can’t even count how many times he’s called you ‘cute’, how many times it’s made you blush over the last several weeks, just like it does now.

 Then, he pushes, “Do you not find me at—”

 “Of course I do,” you cut him off. “I don’t know who doesn’t, which is exactly why I don’t know where this is coming from.”

 Zeke sighs like he’s annoyed, then turns the hand on his thigh palm up and beckons you with two fingers. “Come here.”

 “What?”

 “Come here.”

 Your blood pressure spikes, breaths coming in little puffs that have no way of getting to your brain. It’s probably why you obey, rolling to your knees and clumsily crawling over to him. You stop short, right between his bent knees, but Zeke sits up, straightens his legs, and pulls you into his lap.

 More of that precious air leaves your lungs as you exhale too sharply, staring at him with huge eyes. You don’t know what’s happening, can’t believe it’s happening. It doesn’t feel real even as you rest your hands on his shoulders, even when he holds your hips and pulls you so that your full weight is on him, but fuck, you can’t say anything. You can’t make a sound. All you can do is wait for him to make his next move.

 “Why do you look scared?” His voice is just above a whisper, but at this proximity you can hear him without a problem. 

 “I don’t have a lot of experience sitting in men’s laps,” you manage, trying to keep your usual careless tone, but you doubt it works.

 “For some reason I don’t believe that.”

 You rear back, actually offended. “Excuse m—”

 That ire, however, melts away as quickly as it arose. Zeke slides fingers up your waist, all the way to the back of your neck to bring your face to his—your lips to his. 

 He feels different, not at all what you’re used to. His kiss is more demanding, hungry, and God, you still can’t breathe, can’t think straight because his tongue is moving past your lips, and you’re letting it, letting him taste you as your fingertips dig into the flesh of his shoulders. You lift yourself from him just a little only for Zeke to pull you back down with the hand still gripping your hip. He makes sure you feel him when he grinds up into you, the zipper of his jeans rubbing you through your little shorts so that you gasp into his mouth. 

 You both stay like that for what feels like a fucking eternity, biting and sucking on lips, stroking over each others’ tongues until you absolutely have to break apart. You’re panting now, body still tense on top of his, and Zeke stares at you with half-lidded eyes and shows the ghost of a smile.

 “Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

 The statement sets you on fire, so much so that all you can do is whimper quietly and lean in for more. 

  And, as you get lost in Zeke Jaeger, you decide for yourself.

I need to tell Mike

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[spencerscoven]

— dreams of another

about ; Since that night in the office you wander onto Spencer’s mind at all times, like clockwork.

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CONTENT WARNING: unedited, smut, oral sex (male&female receiving), choking, unprotected sex, cheating, angst

a/n: view part 1 here.

The second time it happens, it's only a week that passes before Spencer finds himself on the floor of the humid conference room, his limbs entangled with yours, while the cool air settles on the sheen of sweat coated on his forehead. In the corner of of the room, he watches the navy blouse discarded carelessly on the top of a chair, similar in color to the marks between your breast.

The third time it happens, he tells you it's the last time, with his back facing you and his eyes gazing at entirely nothing.

The fourth and fifth time, Spencer doesn't say anything in the tiny space of your bedroom as he overlooks the buildings surrounding your apartment, then all the way to the concrete foundation down below, studying how insignificant everyone looked. How unknowing they were to the moral wrongdoings happening all around them.

"You live so high up. I live four floors down from here in my own building." You listened as he said those fruitless words.

"What does that mean?" You questioned, lips pursing together while your finger nails caught on the creases of the cream duvet beneath you where he laid only minutes before.

“People like you are meant to fuck people like me.” He mumbles, smirking, the vibrations of his voice upheld by the enclosures of cheap plaster walls.

The only thing left to do was to watch as the muscles of his back contracted, dancing in the lines of the darkness with the patter of his feet coming towards you. You monitored the direction of his hand as it reached for the band of his briefs, the other already latched around your neck.

The sixth time it happens, it’s in the bounds of his own apartment where he presses peppery kisses along the sides of your face, assuring you in confidence that she wouldn’t catch the two of you there. And he reassures you the only way he knows how, his fingers plying at your zipper and kneeling like he would at an alter, guiding the arch of your hips closer.

Two weeks from then was when the phone calls started. You began to understand the pattern, laying awake until the sweet pinnacle of dawn where he’d whisper your name through the receiver, exhaustion tainted in Spencer’s voice when he’d ask, “how was your night?” before he began to speak. You’d listen to Spencer talk about the good and the bad. About his mother, vintage cufflinks, and the bookshelf he wanted. Sometimes about the glasses or earrings in the store had reminded him of you. Often about how pretty you looked latched onto his cock. You wanted him to want to keep you.

You wanted him to want you first, to touch you before you even had to lay a finger on him, to grab the back of your neck and kiss you first. Anything he could do to prove that he wanted this too. Something in your head told you it was wrong to long for such a furtive thing. But you found yourself willing to be second best anyways, head stuck below sub zero while you prioritized the taste of his lips along with everything else that made him, him.

So in the shadows this thing between the two of you remained.

And the team began to realize Spencer now had a thing with being late.

They also began to realize that you didn’t drink nearly enough coffee to warrant all of your disappearances.

JJ malignly embarked on the observation of the two of you during meetings, where you never met Spencer’s eye properly but unconsciously leaned your body towards him with each interaction. And all at once it made sense to her, why he was more drawn to his phone, departing from bed at night in preference of hushed ringtones, his growing fondness to late nights. They had never agreed to a proclamation of love, not even on the days she relaxed on his dingy apartment furniture. JJ figured it was his way of waiting on her to feel the same as he might’ve, when in reality it was Spencer’s way of making sure you still remained in his life.

It was a Tuesday when she let the structure of your sin unravel in the bleak corner of the hallway with Spencer, confessing “i know” and chastening him,

“How many people are you willing to hurt?”

With the unequivocal decision pinned to the front of his brain, Spencer told you he didn’t want to hurt anyone else during the last call the two of you shared at night. The words became lost from your ears as you feigned deafness, thinking about how stupid you were to take him in the only way you could, thinking one-third of him be adequate enough.

So you hung up before he said goodbye, and it was easy to do solely because if love couldnt suffice, hate would have to.

It was odd to overlook the call that came immediately after, your eyes unblinking at the white screen. The weeks after that only came to demonstrate that finding a home within someone was overrated, even if you knew who was behind the blocked numbers that caused your phone to viberate so often it would fall off your nightstand.

Little by little you figured you’d forget and move onto your own devices, exhausted by the ability that you still moved through life, yet experienced none of it without itching for him next to you. You lusted after the idea you’d wake up with the intensity of it all slipped from your mind, forgetting how his arms felt, skin, pulse, the sound of his voice, or the soft ringlets of his hair that continued to grow as you wilted.

A harder idea to get out of your head was if he was okay, followed by if he ever thought of you at the same time you thought of him. Did he know you wouldn’t have minded resigning to another team? Or that you considered doing it, even now?

Spencer spectated your life, the base of his throat becoming caught when he watched you get worse, speak less, become smaller. You’d shrunken within yourself. Months passed, with him having too many inquiries about you to Morgan, who always gave him a disappointing look, but told him about you each time. That you hadn’t been sleeping, internal clock stuck on keeping you up until the crack of dawn, your mind regressing backwards solely because of him. He gave up on leaving those stupid sticky notes in your books that said “call me!” or even the ones that asked if you were okay, asking if you able to stand on your own.

He watched you so long that he began to see you get better, more social as you expanded, becoming a part of the team again. You were different, but you were you again. It was a bitter pill to swallow when he took heed that your life no longer included him, keeping his lips sealed at any revelation that would show he was still devoted.

So it was dull-witted when he found himself outside the door of your apartment, swaying back and fourth because every night since the last call his world had been spinning faster and faster, trapping him inside as a prisoner. For weeks straight Spencer had awoken with the feeling of bile ready to rise out of his throat, your presence always lacking even if you controlled the beat of his heart.

He knocked. And thought about how angelic you looked when you answered, the confused expression not going unnoticed by him as a celebration sounded somewhere in his mind because you looked as if you weren’t expecting anyone else. And Spencer knows he’d collapse right then and there if you had been.

“I’ve been thinking— it’s not like I can really stop it— for months. It’s been around sixty eight days since we last spoke,” He began, taking you in, enstilling trust in his brain to get a photo of you so well that he could have it forevermore if you didn’t want him anymore. If that had ever been the case he’d leave. He’d leave the state if you asked him to.

“Why are you here?” You only had four words to say out loud, the rest buzzing around in your head safely, unauthorized to rise out of your throat.

“We never really said anything about it but I think we both knew how we felt.” Spencer leans closer just in time for his lips to land beside your ears, lighting a match inside your chest that had stayed extinguished for far too long.

“Speaking was never our strong suit, anyway.” You replied, your lips pursed while your arms took on a defensive stance, pushing him back gently.

You were shipwrecked inside, pushing him back again, this time firmly because you knew you couldn’t stop him from coming closer, even if you wanted to. You were at a standstill as his hands brought yours to his shoulders, drawing circles on your hip with the tips of his fingers. He was in your doorway asking if he was yours, not trying to eloquently wrap you around his finger.

Your limbs acted before your mind did, digits moving across his adam’s apple and holding tight, restricting his airflow like he had done to you so many times while he fucked you into the mattress. You gleamed at him with not much in your eyes, trying to remembering when you had tried to cross the thin line between love and hate for him. Spencer’s eyes were soft and adoring, a look which he had a tendency to give you. So you held tighter. And he did nothing, knowing you wouldn’t go far but willing to die in your hands if you truly wanted to.

“I don’t know if you deserve this anymore,” Your lips ghosted over his, reprimanding him that he’d forgotten that this had began in a game of adultery.

“I don’t.” Spencer’s voice came out as if he was parched and you had been refusing him of a drink. Your hands released his neck and instead grabbed at his jaw, allowing his lips to mend together with yours, unable to speak back.

“If I loved you any less, I’d be able to talk about it more.” He pulled away just enough to whisper those words.

“You love me?” You questioned, a bit timid in the way it came out.

“It’s more than that. I adore you. Worship, even.”

You felt yourself moving the both of you into your apartment, swapping the publicity of the hallway for the privacy closely afforded to you. Your bodies only got so far, pushing each other against the wall next to the enterence, Spencer’s hands helping to arch your body into his, hands pressing down the curve of your back.

You enjoyed feeling him subtly grind his hips against you while he let out little whimpers, remembering the way he was so vocal and sensitive, yet dominant when he laid between your legs. You drew in a quick breath as he bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw the red liquid that ran through your body, conflicted as to why it only drew you closer, want intensified.

“I missed you so much,” Spencer’s voice ghosted in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking along your throat and collarbones, pushing the palm of his hand harshly against your damp cotton underwear, drawing a shiver from you. “Are lilacs still favorite flowers?”

His fingers played along your slit, the pads of his thumb pressing on your clit and rotating above the fabric, watching your hips jerk from the subtle pleasure.

“I think you missed me too,” Spencer held you, switching places so you now were encased between him and the wall, knowing that soon enough your knees wouldn’t be able to hold you up. His index and middle finger filled you up in a way only he could, the tips of them curving in his direction as he hit the bumpy ridge inside of you.

You held his shoulder, uncaring that your nails dug into the expensive button up he wore, admiring that he always preferred quality over quantity. Your face contorted in pleasure as his fingers only pumped faster inside of your vagina, only smirking at the sorry attempt of a nod you gave to answer him because he had rendered you speechless.

You felt the climb of your orgasm rise in your stomach, reaching all the way to the rest of your limbs, making them feel as if they were just static attached to your body until his fingers ceased, sensing how you clenched around them desperately. Your mouth opened, protests ready to fall out while he grasped the back of your knees, signaling you to jump so he could carry you to your bedroom.

“Why are you always such a tease?” You groaned, endearingly grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I can’t just let your greedy pussy swallow my fingers and cum from just that...” he tosses you into your sheets gently, leaning down to take your top off and throwing it somewhere to be rediscovered again.

He watches silently as you lift your hips off the mattress, panties sliding down your calves to your ankles, and finally off. Spencer gazes down at you, your jaw in his two hands, staring up with puppy eyes. He let a line of swears spring from his mouth, wondering why you looked so innocent when your hands were planted on his hips, licking the precum that made a wet patch on the side of his pants.

“Quite unfair that I’m the only one with my clothes off, don’t you think?” Your hands settled on his belt buckle, the jingle of metal filling the room as you undid the button to his slacks as well. Tugging him by the band of his boxers to lay on the bed with you, Spencer caught the cue and laid against the headboard. He trailed his left hand along your thighs, lifting you to straddle him as his right latched onto your breasts, squeezing.

“Please sit,” He said, taking a nipple into his mouth, “On my face.”

You sat in a slightly worried daze, Spencer catching the clue to just move you into the position. You found yourself facing the mirror at the foot of your bed, your ass in his face as he grabbed at your hips, trying to bring you higher and get a taste.

“Are you sure?” You apprehensively twisted your torso to eye him, taking note that the two of you had came across something you’d quite done before.

“Yes, I need you to.” Spencer reached his arm around, gently rubbing your clit, and feeling how your whole body relaxed from above him, as he repeated affirmations against your back.

You watched from the mirror, your ass propped up in his face and lips swollen. You could even see when you began the swivel of your hips into him. He didn’t need to say much else before you arched your back, planting your pussy right above his lips.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispered, before running his tongue flatly against your pussy.

Your hips jerked back and fourth, riding on the surface of his tongue that enveloped your clit, sucking on it harshly until he flatly ran it up. His fingers were back at work, touching the places where his tongue couldn’t reach. You determined that this position was now one of your favorites, your hands that were once placed on the tops of his thighs reaching for the bludge in his boxers.

You tried pulling them just far enough so you could begin to run your hands up and down his cock. Spencer’s tongue only assaulted your clit harder when you leaned down, allowing him a new angle so you could push him into your mouth, collecting the precum that had spilt, humming in delight.

Spencer couldn’t stop the thrusting of his hips upwards, burying himself deeper down your throat, both of your moans viberating off the atoms in your room. Your eyes wandered up as you watched, hypnotized at the reflection of you two. It made you wanna take his dick deeper, taking him to the back of your throat as you felt his cum ripple out.

Your orgasm only took a few more seconds to follow his, your moan muffled from your jaw expanded around his cock. Your hasty breaths harbored his while you saw stars. You were casted out of your stupor when you felt the palm of his hand rub circles into your ass, hand coming down in a smack.

“This fucking pussy has me whipped.” Spencer sighed, pressing a kiss exactly where his hand last struck.

When you positioned yourself back across his abdomen, you kneeled, kissing him. You felt him twitch under you from tasting himself on your tongue, reaching down to line up his cock to enter you.

Spencer stared up at you, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of you slowly descending your pussy on his cock. His hands traced the hickies that dawned on your chest, then to his on his lower stomach, watching how the two of you connected. These were marks of possession— ones that he could finally show off.

You rolled your hips against his, slowly circling them and allowing him to hit the most sensitive parts of you. You felt so much fuller than usual, the feeling taking your breath away. Nobody else could reach those heights that Spencer gave you. Maybe it was also because nobody else could occupy your mind like he could, either.

He pulled you down so the two of you could reunite your lips, wearing away at the callouses that had formed around your heart. His thumb drew slow circles on your clit, pulling your orgasm out so you could cum above him. It took a few more thrusts before he came inside you, continuing to fuck his seed back into you from below for just a while longer. When Spencer’s hips stilled, he kept inside, basking in the embodiment of you that wholly consumed him.

He silently traced the outlines of your features, your eye lids fluttering as he reached to them. His fingernails scratched your scalp im a rythem that lulled you into hazy exhaustion. You feel his stare on your face as it occurs to him that he was doomed from the start. You were a wonder to behold.

“Spencer?”

“Yes?”

“Did you forget all of the things I remember?”

“I don’t think I could even if I tried.”

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