whatever happens, happens.

𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊:

❝ I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch? ❞

His head reared back in shock, blue eyes blinking wide. “I’m not – I’m what now?” Stealing from the mouths of farmers? Henley was too startled to do much more than stutter in response, thrown off-kilter by the guilt-inducing barbs and the utter calmness that this stranger managed to maintain while tossing them. How had he gotten himself into this mess? “No, I think this is enough,” he insisted, another shuffling step closer to the short line that was currently his sole escape route. “I’m buying the blueberries. I’m paying for what I took. It’s fair, it’s even.” Reparations, he thought instead, penance far too heavy a word that tasted like acid on his tongue.

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Otto watched as the other man began to regain traction— to blink awake and respond to his quips that wasn’t akin to being half-asleep. He nearly snickered at the way that he gaped, wondering if this was what happened when people weren’t born with the same sort of audacity that he seemed to be so content with holding in his chest. What was his strongest suit? His lack of shame. “And if I hadn’t of caught you, you’d have taken far more. Shame on you then, if you think that the bare minimum’ll fix your crimes.” He lifted his hands up, as if to gesture that he was washing his hands of it all. “I hope the guilt eats you alive.”

otto’s words sink sharp and piercing into his resolve, like a blade against flesh, and while it stings, it simultaneously feeds the ache within his chest, the longing for more, for someone to love him. and otto was always so good at making it feel like love, despite the fact that he knows it isn’t. he thinks he hears a huff and a mutter near them, but he pays it no mind as the entirety of his attention is stolen by the beautiful boy by his side. “could never get bored of you,” he simpers in response, his words spoken against otto’s own, lips hovering so that they brush just slightly, the ghost of a touch. “maybe you should show me what i would’ve been missing then, hm?” he pairs his words with a teasing nip to otto’s lower lip, brushing their noses together in a sweet display of affection, hoping to spur him into action.

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Being in public would draw most into being more demure— but eyes upon him wouldn’t be enough to draw Otto into a state of shyness. In fact, he adored the way that they caught attention, negative or not, he revelled in the weight of their eyes. This was his flaw, he loved to be seen. A laugh hitched at the syllables of his words, carving around the sounds that melted into Rowan’s warm skin. He could tease as well, he didn’t dare close the seam between them for a kiss— instead his lips parted and the hand twined between them slipped beneath the waist band of fabric, earning a grin before he instead reached for Rowan’s wrist, tugging him in the direction of the bathrooms. “I always forget that you’re more of a hands-on leaner,” he cooed, all but pushing the other man through the doors of the room. Those in the queue protested, but Otto instead reached for the lock, clicking it shut. “Where were we?”

dominic and otto’s banter wasn’t new to them, but this was a bit of a first. this tension, usually only tinged with frustration, but they’d never really gotten to this point no matter what they’d said to each other before. he had to tamper out the flame before it got enough oxygen to burn them all down, and then he and willa would really be in trouble. otto hadn’t managed to get between them just yet, and he wasn’t willing to let it happen. “damn, you’re really that desperate?” dom laughed through his words, pursing his lips with a whistle to follow as he glanced around. “no wonder you’re trying to get with a girl who’s taken, is it ‘cause you’ve already fucked everyone else in town? no one else to try out?”

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Otto grinned, but the expression was all teeth— something between a snarl and a laugh, all serrated. Dominic had a mean glint in his eye and he had half a mind to catch whatever cruelties he cared to release sear his tongue before they even left the other man’s mouth: he could taste harsh words on the back of his teeth, they’d revel in it. “Haven’t tried you out, Somsri. Guess I’m not that desperate yet.” He canted a brow, “Bet you’d like that though, when you get all hot and bothered and work out a new insult for me.” Otto lifted a shoulder, “Invite Willa over when you actually consider doing something about it— I could knock out two birds with one stone. Y’know, there’s always room on the summer roster.”

“I THINK YOU’RE A LITTLE DELUSIONAL. I thought your best trait was being a sarcastic little shit.” Seyda said despite the old ladies passing by who turned around to give her a disgruntled look. At this point, she would just throw out the complaint they’d shove in her recommendations box and go about her day. As he peered at the pile, Seyda moved forward as much as she could given the hold on the singular box holding the entire thing up and tried to shield his view of it. As if that act would stop him from thinking of ways to make her life harder than it needed to be. “See, I bet to differ. I’ll find a kind human being to help me out. So move along, it’s clearly not you.”

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“My best trait’s my team spirit and my collaborative efforts, but that’s just what I put on my resume.” Otto offered a smile to the older women, something beatific enough to send them in the other direction with a flustered huff. “I just think that you’d do really well for yourself if you quit while you were ahead,” he noted, wondering how he could play jenga with the remaining boxes to send them clamouring to the ground. “You could always get Eric from the cold room to pop by and give you a hand,” he thought briefly of the dusty blonde and let out a sigh. “I think if we’re talking about kind human beings with excellent skills, he’s top tier.” 

dom grinned at his little speech, and oh did it feel so good to have something over otto that he clearly wanted badly enough to bring willa flowers at work. “oh, willa’s got it?” he let out a sarcastic breath of laughter, head canting in a mockery of otto as he reached out to grab the flowers from him.. except, fingers slipped right over otto’s and he took a tight grip over them, putting them in even closer proximity with a step forward. “know what else she’s got? a boyfriend. unlike you, little buch,” he taunted, voice low between them and dripping with honey coated venom. “not for a lack of trying, though. you do put in quite a bit of work, huh? slow but steady, right?”

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He wasn’t easily unnerved, and his grin curved upwards as Dominic closed the space between them. His dark daze swept to find the other man’s and he would have pouted if he was anyone but Otto Buch. “If I wanted a boyfriend, I’d have one. I’m a catch, ask—“ he looked around them, “Literally anyone.” A laugh settled in his throat and he couldn’t resist himself, curving in even closer at the phrase ‘slow but steady.’ Depraved and without any reason to be otherwise, his words were gravelled by Dom’s ear. “I’ll fuck you at any pace you want.”

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Damien held the lollipop between his index finger and thumb as he walked through the area, glancing around. Again, keeping his guard up about running into a certain blonde. His eyes finding Otto a few feet away from him, a smirk coming along his features as he walked up behind him, gently tapping the back of his ankle with the side of his foot. “Do I want to know what you’re lookin’ at?” He asked. He turned his head to look in the direction of where Otto is looking, trying to find what his friend could possibly be looking at.

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He’d been watching Rue, tangled up with someone he didn’t recognize— there were so many people in his life that he did not belong to, nor did they him, but he was struck with the feeling of possessiveness and worse, jealousy like a hot brand when they were in the arms of another. A familiar voice made him turn around, quick to respond. “Nope, because I’ve just found something far prettier to entertain myself.” Otto’s grin was beatific and he leaned in, closing his lips around the shiny globe of the lollipop— releasing it after a moment with a loud pop. “Delicious. What’ve you been up to?”

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“If you’re obsessed with me, just say that.”

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“I can’t help it, you look great all of a sudden. Did you change your hair?”

SHE ROLLED HER EYES ALMOST immediately when she noticed who the person was that she’d called over. At this point, she’d much rather be trampled by the crackers than have him help her. In fact, she was sure she’d banned Otto from the store multiple times in the past and he still had the nerve to walk in. Maybe that was her fault for not having security but no one cared enough to steal fruit. If they wanted them because they couldn’t afford them, Seyda would be the first to turn a blind eye. “oddly specific number. Oh, I would much rather be watching you with a gulag than this.” It could be fun and she was always one to laugh at paint. When he piled it on top of hers, she laughed bitterly. “Don’t you ever get bored of being a dick?”

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“Are you asking me if I ever get bored of my own best traits? Literally what makes me so fun and charming? Stupid question, grocery lady.” He half considered bumping into the pile just to send the rest tumbling— but that also would set her free from her prison (holding the last box that maintained the structural integrity of the saltine pyramid.) Otto pursed his lips, looking back upon the scene that was laid out, considering how he could possibly make it worse. “You know, no matter how long you sit here, the whole pile’s going to end up just needing to be restacked anyways. Might as well just cut your losses.”

“Sorry,” he started, hating conflict enough to apologize, but not enough to stop himself from insisting, “but I didn’t literally touch everything on display here. It was just the blueberries.” Henley raised the container in his grip slightly, more so a reminder to himself that he still had it – that he still needed to pay and couldn’t just wander off into the foot traffic that was continuously passing the booth. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t get away with that without causing a worse scene, anyway. “I really am sorry, though,” he reiterated, drifting slightly in the direction of the makeshift checkout. “I shouldn’t have messed up your experience. Or just – yeah. Done that. At all.”

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Otto lifted a brow, looking once again at the fingertips stained blue. “And I’m just supposed to take your word for it? Someone who would literally steal food from the mouth of a farmer? The backbone of our society?” He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. Otto wasn’t sure now if he was kidding— but he was having too much fun toying with the man that he had stumbled upon to even consider being kinder. “It’s not me you should be apologizing man, it’s the the little guy: the literal salt of the earth who tried to make this all happen for you.” He shook his head, “I think that maybe you should consider penance somehow.”

eyebrows shot up at his words, painting a look mixed with annoyance and jealousy on her face. instead of making an unnecessary scene, which she deemed to be very mature, rue swallowed it down like bitter poison burning the back of her throat knowing. she knew better than to put mouth on matters when it wasn’t her place to talk,   “ better, perhaps you warmed up just enough for me to take it from here, ”   the index finger of her the hand that wasn’t holding the loop of his jeans moved to brush against his neck, starting from the highest point, sliding on his adam’s apple, till it reached his exposed torso and stopped only at the groove on his chest,   “ or if you want you can go ahead and have another round and come back when you’re in the mood of something more intense, ”   with two taps on his skin, her finger underlined the last words pronounced, mixing innocence and seduction both in her tone and in her behavior,   “ all it takes? you’re making me sound like an easy pray otto. let’s just call it a fair place to start, ”   rue leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his with every spoken word,   “ you’re not giving me anything that i can’t take myself, ”   came the words that sounded like a warning, impish gaze on him untill she abruptly pulled away and used the grasp on his faded fabric to drag him towards the cunter, making him slide in a position that was both behind her and to her side. her attention once again shifted onto him, using his taller figure to hide from the wondering eyes of the guy she had just stood up. rue placed a finger under his chin while she was once again cutting the distance short spoke mostly to his lips that now held her interest,   “ do shots with me? ”

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Otto grinned, and the expression was sharp— like a shark threading though water close to a beach full of swimmers. The two of them paired were something dangerous, he warmed under the gentility of Rue’s touch, glancing down to watch how her fingers traversed his skin. It was a familiar notion, though, usually it came without so much fabric between them. Most nights ended like this, with the two of them whispering by the others ear and then, her hair splayed like a halo against his sheets and her breath a gasp stolen from the evening air. “I offered her the world,” he cooed, half-tasting the alcohol on her lips as they nearly met his own. “She said she had her own.” Otto knew very well what he had to offer, there was very little that the world kept out of reach from individuals as affluent as he, all those that he had grown up with were much of the same. He craned over her, caring little if her former date came around the corner: as far as he was concerned Rue’s attention had been won over for the rest of the night— his would remain undivided and he felt very little interest in sharing. His tongue darted out along the swell of his lower lips, and he mouthed the word that she so often managed to pry from him. “Yes.”

Otto [unsent]: jürgen i have a secret :))))))

Otto [unsent]: you know when you went on that ski trip four months ago for like two weeks and you asked me to look out for your fiancée ?

Otto [unsent]: i can't believe you did not put it together with the baby's due date. you're supposed to be the smart one :)))

Otto [unsent]: anyways, was not worth it and it's a crying shame that you're marrying her :/

the touch of otto’s lips against his jaw has rowan pressing in closer to him, his body a flower growing towards the other’s warm sunshine affection, aching to bloom. he lets out a soft hum as a slow grin begins to spread wide across his lips, before his tongue is darting out to wet them as otto’s hands travel lower, his bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he tries not to respond too eagerly. “what if i want both?” he asks lowly, dipping his head even closer so that he can still hear them, the tip of his nose brushing against otto’s cheek. “sweet, and hot. you’re so good at both,” he continues, one of his hands coming up to rest on the other’s forearm, tracing a teasing fingertip along his skin until he reaches his wrist, keeping his hand hovering below his navel.

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His laugh fell between them, had anyone else heard the two of them they would have thought the sound was mocking: but Otto didn’t know how else to show affection other than to tease, to draw out pleasure and to grasp it in his teeth. Through his lashes he could see the effect that he had upon the other man, had he of listened closer still he was sure he could have heard the sharp click of a jaw closing tight. “Should I make it feel like love?” The words were cruel, perhaps— but it carved at the hearts of the two of them, both craved it so much that it became unattainable, something foreign and mysterious. “I probably should,” Otto noted absently, his hips and breath canting upwards at Rowan’s ministrations, “It looked like you almost got bored of me tonight, went home with someone else."

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SHE HATED IT HERE. It was something she normally said on a daily basis….. but today, hating being the manager of greenstar grocerer was realer than ever. “Who the fuck does this?” Seyda asked, knowing full well a little snotty kid had come around the pile of boxes they’d placed in a pyramid and taken a bunch of the bottoms one out, leaving it unstable. She’d been holding it for about twelve minutes, or so her watch said, though it felt like an hour. “I got rid of the stupid walkie talkies that didn’t work half the time and this is what— hey, you!” She kicked a box of crackers off to a nearby shopper. “Can you hold this box in place? Apparently my staff is busy counting banana’s or something and I’d rather not have to clean up veggie crackers today.”

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Otto glanced down at the box that he had in his hands, grinning like something demented when his actions ultimately met their consequence. He was a wicked creature, eager to cause problems for the sake of doing so— he had no real need to be in a grocery store, it wasn’t as though he actually cooked, but he had made a sport out of tormenting the manager of the place. His head canted when she finally addressed him, and he pursed his lips in consideration. “I can think of at least fourteen different things I’d rather be doing over holding that box for you, and one of them involves the gulag.” He set the crackers he had snatched on the top of what remained of the pile, a feigned act of helpfulness. “You’re doing really great though.”

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