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it's because the bear wouldn't kill me just for being a woman. the bear doesn't kill me for fun. the bear can be shouted at, and will leave me alone. the bear won't make a tiktok complaining about how i crossed to the other side of the path when i saw him coming. if a bear kills me, it's just being a bear: it cannot understand logic. it is not acting out of malice - just fear or hunger.
bell hooks once wrote about how porches might be the only outside space left for women - it is still the domain of the house while it is also outside-but-safe. when i am in the woods, i am in the bear's home, and he has a right to defend his property. outside spaces - anywhere at night, certain parks in the day - those are often implicitly "owned" by men. i cannot explain the feeling of knowing when you have entered a man's "territory." you walk into a place and just know you are in their space. you get a sick sense - you're in danger.
the other day a group of about 8 men were fooling around in the woods while i walked my dog. i had to go around, take the extra 3 miles just to avoid them. it's okay, i like walking. this wasn't even a #feminism moment. it was just a tuesday.
what a plain and easy question. only one of the situations is seen as a tragic accident. i would rather die and have a park bench erected in my honor rather than have my family questioned about why they let me, an adult, walk in the woods in the first place when i should really be at home in the kitchen.
i worked in retail and food service. i have had women say and do absolutely heinous and abusive things to me - not because i was a woman, but because i was there, and they were angry. the way men treated me when angry was different - it was because i was a woman. you can always feel the difference, how there's an undertone of i'd hurt you worse if i could get away with it. i keep seeing people try to cite stupid statistics. why is there always a strange rage whenever women agree on things? like men can argue their way out of our lived experiences? it isn't a buzzfeed quiz - which of these traumas are you? 10 super cute ways not to fear strange men.
i have actually (thrice!) seen a bear in the wild, by the way. i died each time, obviously, and am a ghost writing to you. (it was scary but completely and utterly fine). the second encounter was a black bear with her cub. she looked at me like - do we have to do this or are we good? my dog was busy sniffing a bush, completely nonreactive. i felt like i was in a sitcom: feminist poet reacts - does she actually mean she'd choose the bear? my only thought was - she's so beautiful. her paws are massive.
and there's a part of me that feels the rage spinning out in a corner. why do we have to come up with quippy little comments in order to teach men empathy. would you rather die in a car accident or due to a mugging? and would you rather your house burn down due to an electrical fire or due to arson? gee willikers - it's almost like we're human people, and want to risk the accident versus the intention.
i would rather my last thought be oh shit, a bear rather than i'm a person too. why doesn't that matter? why don't you care?
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RECORDING | chris sturniolo
pairing: bf!chris x f!reader
summary: when chris stayed over at your place one night while you were home alone, you both started watching a film but as the evening progressed, you both became aroused, but he expressed a desire to capture the intimate moment on video.
warning: smut, dominant chris, pet names (ma, good girl, mama, slut), unprotected sex, swearing, rough sex, hair pulling, use of y/n, praise kink, recording sex, dirty talking, oral female receiving, p in v, nipple playing, fingering, teasing, choking kink.
a/n: not my photos, found on pinterest. I had to mention about the star stickers which the teacher have.
WORDS: 2.3k
@miyasturniolo on wattpad
you - pink | chris - orange
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Chris was nestled between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. His eyes were fixed on the film playing, while his hand absentmindedly rubbed your skin.
You ran your hands through his brown hair, giving him a gentle massage that elicited a subtle pleasure, though he would never admit it, he secretly enjoyed when you touched his hair.
The movie played in the background, a choice he made and you agreed to. He fidgeted slightly but remained between your legs, his gaze still fixed on the movie instead of his usual tendency to chatter about it.
The only noise in the room was the Tv playing. "I don't get why people can't just express their feelings. No need for those awkward teenage drama moments," he remarked.
You chuckled softly, continuing to braid his hair, although it was too short for a full braid. "Exactly”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Finally, someone who agrees,” he said. “I swear I would lose my mind if you didn’t agree”
You looked at him before speaking. “You can’t really say anything though, you were a nervous wreck to ask me out”
“I WAS NOT!” He rolled his eyes, he knew he was lying to himself.
You smirked and moved your hands out of his hair, which made him to look at you. “Why did you let go?” He asked.
He noticed you grabbed your phone and saw that you had received a message from someone, which made him frown, though he didn't show it. “Who is it?” he inquired.
“A friend” You simply replied to his question, but you didn't respond to the text. Placing your phone on the bedside table, you then put your hands on his shoulders and began massaging them.
He let out a small moan, initially feeling tense but eventually relaxing. He smiled and rubbed your thigh before turning his attention back to the movie.
The heat of his body against yours as he lay between your legs made him reluctant to move. He reassured himself that he would be fine, especially since he was only wearing boxers.
After five minutes, you shifted your hands so they were on his chest while he leaned against you even though he jumped slightly at your touch.
He couldn't resist the desire for your hands to caress his skin, no matter how warm he felt. His heart briefly sped up before calming down.
"You're so touchy," he whispered, taking your hands from his chest and placing them in his own. "I'm not," you replied.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," he said, shifting so his head rested on your chest. He continued to stroke your knuckles, but you eventually withdrew your hands, which he didn't seem to mind.
You were not following the movie's plot, but he appeared to understand it. You didn’t know but he wasn’t focusing on it, he was just thinking of what happened if he recorded you two.
"Can I record?" he asked, leaving you confused as he struggled to explain himself. His gaze was fixed on you, noticing your confusion, which made him huff in frustration.
"What I mean is, can I record? You know..." he trailed off, struggling to articulate his request. "Record what?" you questioned.
"For fuck sake. Can we record us having sex? I promise not to share it with anyone, I'm just... turned on and I think it would be different to have a recording of it," he blurted out quickly, his words not going unnoticed by you.
His proposition left you stunned for a moment, but Chris stood by his words. He was eager to go through with it, confident that you trusted him enough not to share it with anyone, not even his brothers, and he wouldn't risk posting it online due to his status as a YouTuber.
"Please?" he whispered, clearly aroused by the idea. The thought of capturing the way he made love to you on and having it on his phone for when you were apart seemed even more enticing to him.
He shifted slightly so that his erection pressed against your leg, silently conveying his desire. He exhaled softly, showing his determination.
“Can you promise to not show?” Your confident tone reflected your certainty that he wouldn't show it, but you wanted to confirm. He nodded and kept his gaze fixed on you. “Alright, go get the camera,” you instructed, kissing his forehead.
Without hesitation, he complied, eager to capture the moment. He was undeniably aroused and well-versed in what to do; he enjoyed hearing your moans and desired your vocal pleasure. He had a repertoire of tricks up his sleeve.
After adjusting the camera angle, he began recording. He had long harbored this desire but lacked the opportunity or courage to act on it. The scene felt reminiscent of a porn video.
Returning to the bed, he climbed on top of you, his eyes locked on yours. Your innocent appearance drove him wild, though he was aware of your true nature.
He started by softly kissing your lips, but soon the air was thick with lust, leading to more passionate kisses. He was clearly eager for more.
Your heart raced as his hands slipped under your shirt and squeezed your breasts, causing you to let out a soft moan that made him pause to maintain eye contact with you.
"Do you like that, ma?" he whispered before planting a kiss on your neck, eliciting shaky breaths from you. "Use your words," he instructed. "Yes," you managed to utter.
He played with your nipples through the shirt from a brand called Fresh Love, which belonged to him. With a smirk, he then removed your shirt, leaving you in his boxers that you found comfortable, while he remained in his own.
"I know you're so soaked for me and I know I'm right," Chris said as he caressed your cheek. "I'm going to make you lose control with how intensely I pleasure your tight little pussy."
“then do it..” your voice was heaven to him.
He slowly released his grip and glanced down before proceeding to undress you completely, exposing your naked body to him. "Fuck mama, you are so stunning. I can't believe how incredible you are."
He was unsure where to begin, your body felt incredibly soft, adorned with fading hickeys from your last intimate encounter.
Before kissing you, he gazed into your eyes as your hands found their way into his hair, causing a whimper to escape him. Despite the sensation, he didn't pull away. "You're so handsome," you whispered, prompting a smile to grace his lips during the kiss.
The kiss lingered a little longer before he gently pulled back to catch his breath, his breathing slightly erratic but he paid it no mind. "You're so beautiful," he replied.
His desire for you was palpable, yearning for the touch of his cock against your skin, or even better, to be inside you. He craved everything, but most of all, he craved you and your happiness.
With that in mind, he guided you to the end of the bed, ensuring the camera could capture both of you. With your legs spread open, he admired your pussy, his blue orbs fixed on it, taking in every detail he adored.
"You're such a good girl for listening," Chris murmured as he ran his thumb over your folds, eliciting a surprised moan from you. "I'll make you climax if you widen your legs," he promised, and you complied.
Once you released his hair, he moved his hand to your thigh, his fingers slick from how wet you were for him, but he didn't mind. Despite your hesitation, he kept his hand on your thigh to maintain the connection.
Suddenly, his tongue traced a teasing path around your folds, eliciting moans from you as you tugged at his hair, causing him to revel in both pleasure and pain.
"Wow, aren't you a fan of hair pulling?" he teased, although he secretly wished you would do it more. Your nails lightly grazed his scalp, intensifying his moans and sending more sensations through your body.
Your essence coated his tongue and soon his lips, ending the teasing. His desire was palpable, his arousal demanding attention.
"Close your legs while I taste you," he pleaded, the vibrations still resonating through your body. You followed his request.
With a slight smirk, he intensified the head game, adding a rough edge that you both craved. He was eager to leave his mark on you.
As he hit the sweet spot with his tongue, you couldn't help but clench in pleasure, your moans like music to his ears.
"You're such a slut for me, and I love it," he murmured, feeling your thighs around him driving him wild. Sensing your impending climax, he intensified his efforts, determined not to let up.
"I'm close..." you gasped, but he only quickened his pace, eliciting even louder moans from you.
Your orgasm left his lips and chin glistening, he loved the way you taste and even more than Pepsi.
Your passionate cries fueled his desire, momentarily forgetting they were being recorded, grateful for the genuine sounds of pleasure you were sharing.
He guided you to open your legs, pulling away with a groan of anticipation, his arousal evident as he prepared to take things further.
"You taste so good," he whispered before kissing you again, savoring the lingering flavor on your lips but soon pulling away. As he laid you back on the bed, he noted, "You look so innocent.. even though you aren’t.”
"The way you look at me makes me want to fuck you roughly until you see stars," Chris says to you, making you smile. "Then you should do it," you reply.
He smirks, kissing your neck and leaving a few fresh love bites on your body, in addition to the faint ones.
"Your words, not mine," he says against your neck before pulling away to look at his body on top of yours, then he takes off his boxers.
Both of you naked, the room filled with passion and love. He was large, maybe even too large, but you didn't mind; he always found a way to make it all fit.
As you lay bare together, with him on top of you, he kissed your lips once more before using his two fingers to stimulate you, "Please, Chris," you whimpered.
The recording was still in progress, indicating that everything was being captured.
"Tell me how much you need me, come on, y/n," he smirked, encouraging you to speak. "Badly," you responded.
He then removed his fingers from your intimate area, kissed your forehead, and slowly entered you with his sizeable length.
You let out a mixture of a painful groan and pleasure due to his size. "Take it slow, you're doing great," he whispered, gently moving your hair aside.
Continuing to push himself into you, he kissed you and whispered sweet words. He grunted and moaned though, trying to maintain control as you felt tight around him.
He caressed your cheek before starting to thrust into you, already targeting your g-spot. "Good girl, ma," he praised as he increased the intensity.
The pain had transformed into pleasure, and Chris found your moans endearing now that it was all about pleasure.
He began to get more intense, gripping your legs as he gazed at you. You looked so beautiful, the way you arched your back and your eyes rolled back; he loved it because he knew he was treating you right.
Your bodies were colliding with a rhythm that seemed endless, and the sounds of your passion would surely echo in a recording.
He grunted as he felt himself losing control, realizing he wouldn't stop even if he tried. It was like a powerful addiction once he was inside you, and he couldn't resist it.
Continuing his movements, he left harsh hickeys all over your chest as well, while your hands explored his back, leaving definite scratches.
"Shit," you whispered, beginning to feel your climax, which made him smile as he could already tell by the expression on your face and the way you were tighter around him.
"Let go for me, ma" he urged, picking up his pace. He grasped your neck, causing your breath to catch and your eyes widen in surprise as he pleasured you thoroughly.
As he continued hitting the spot you desired, you quickly coated his dick and a bit of your bedsheets in seconds. Your moans grew louder as he released his grip on your neck slightly, but still applying some pressure.
He climaxed inside you, letting out a groan and closing his eyes tightly. "fucking hell, ma" he whispered before laying on top of you, still inside you.
Your sweaty bodies pressed against each other, but you didn't mind. You ran your fingers through his damp hair, both of your heartbeats racing, especially yours since he had fully released your neck now, allowing you to breathe properly.
He snuggled closer to you, locking eyes with you. "I love you," he mumbled, his face flushed from the heat.
"I love you too," you replied, causing him to smile as he traced his thumb over the fresh hickeys on your neck and breasts.
You praised him for him for how good he was which he thoroughly enjoyed. He smiled before shifting to cuddle you better, no longer inside you. “I should get those star stickers which teacher have and give you some since you’ve praised me.”
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Hurt V
Hardersson x Child!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Morsa's operation
Morsa has to have surgery on her foot because she hurt it really, really bad. Bad enough that she's out of the team while she recovers. Bad enough that you have to visit her in hospital.
Momma takes you into her room when Morsa wakes up from her surgery sleep.
"Morsa," You say," You've got Sweden on your foot."
On her bandaged foot is the Swedish flag. You recognise it because Morsa tried to make you learn it before you learnt the Danish one. She failed at that second bit but she did make sure you learnt the flag.
"Yeah," She says," I do have Sweden on my foot."
"Is Sweden making your foot better?"
Morsa laughs a little while Momma puts you up on her bed. "It is."
"You should take a picture," You tell her," So the team can know Sweden's making you better."
"Alright, princesse. I'll take a picture for the girls."
You make sure Morsa takes a lot of pictures to show both the Bayern girls and the Sweden girls so they know she's okay.
The doctors keep coming in all day to check on Morsa and her Sweden foot and you get to watch Morsa get poked and prodded before being taken home by Momma.
Morsa's got to stay in the hospital for another day to check that her Sweden foot isn't going to fall off or anything but she's welcome to come home the next day.
She comes home on crutches, hobbling up the front doorstep before practically melting into the sofa. You bring her a drink and she captures you quickly, tugging you onto the sofa with her before crushing you into a hug.
"Morsa!" You shriek as ticklish kisses attack your face," Stop it!"
"Hey, now," Magda laughs," Don't kick out. I'm injured, remember? You don't want to hurt me more."
"You're doing this on purpose!" You tell her as one of her hands winds around your legs so all you can do is wiggle your body.
"Doing what on purpose? Giving love to my favourite girl?"
"Make Momma your favourite!" You tell her but she doesn't listen, dropping more kisses all over your face as you try to escape.
"Magda," Pernille says reproachfully as she returns from the kitchen," You're still injured. Take it easy."
"I am taking it easy," Magda replies whilst standing and dangling you upside down by your ankles.
"Magda," Pernille says again," Holding our child hostage is not taking it easy."
"I beg to disagree."
"Magda, I mean it. Sit down."
Magda sits down, releasing you as she does so and you hurry off to your toy corner and beanbag chair to catch your breath.
"Have you still got Sweden on your foot?"
Magda pulls off her sock to triumphantly show her Sweden bandage. "I do still have Sweden on my foot!"
"You should put Denmark on your foot."
The grin on Magda's face drops as she stares at you, mouth hanging open. "What?"
"You should put Denmark on your foot," You repeat," Because Momma's from Denmark and she always makes me feel better when I have ouchies."
"Princesse," Magda says," I can't just change it to Denmark. That's like...treason or something."
"Why's it treason?"
"Because...er...Because..."
"Because your Morsa is very silly and takes a rivalry a bit too seriously even at home," Pernille explains to you.
"Oh," You say, nodding in understanding before turning back to Magda," You're very silly, Morsa and you really should put Denmark on your foot because then Momma's Denmark magic can help you."
Magda still looks stricken and Pernille forces herself to cough to cover her laugh.
"That's a very good idea," She says," We've got to change Morsa's bandage anyway. I managed to buy a red bandage. Can you get some of the medical tape?"
"Is it in the ouchy bag?"
"Yep, in the bathroom."
You scamper off and Magda gives Pernille the biggest, wettest puppy eyes she can manage.
It doesn't quite work the same way as when you're doing it.
"Pernille," She says," Please?"
"I don't know. Maybe my fancy Denmark magic will help," Pernille teases just as you come back in with the white medical tape.
"We're making the Denmark flag," You tell Magda as Pernille unwinds the bandage," So you can get better soon."
Magda forces herself not to grind her teeth in annoyance and smile at you instead. "Thank you, princesse."
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for anyone wondering where i've been: i got... distracted... by a potential huge project. I was considering running a mcrp project/smp project, inspired by stuff like fan life series servers, with the rest of the sexyman team! but... a different one. a very specific one, even.
now, I'm aware there are probably outstanding questions, so if you're uncertain, please read more event/server details below the cut and see if it interests you!
I don't know anything about Survivor–what would this show even be like?
so if you know nothing about survivor, it's easy to think it's a show about surviving on a deserted island. it is that, but it's not mainly that. survivor, at its heart, is a social deception game, about making close alliances, betraying people, and social dynamics under pressure–hence why i suspect it would be a great fit for mcrp.
the way the show would be structured is this: a certain number of contestants would be placed on a (slightly modified) survival server, set up to be difficult to survive on. they are placed into two "tribes", the teams for the first half of the show. every episode, they would spend time with their tribes bonding, surviving, searching for secrets, and base building. then, they would compete in challenges. the tribe that loses the immunity challenge must go to tribal council, where they vote on which member to send home. this continues with the tribes eventually merging together into one tribe and immunity becoming individual before there are only two contestants left. at that time, they go in front a jury of their former fellow contestants, who will determine who the sole survivor is.
while challenge performance is one key to winning (as it prevents you from being a target in the first place), the other, bigger key, as you can likely see, is forming alliances and voting blocks strategically to get your opponents voted out and yourself kept in. this makes a great vehicle for social emergent storytelling, where narratives emerge about who is honest, who is a liar, who is good at the social game, who is bad at it, and what people will do in order to become sole survivor.
in other words: it's kind of like what current-day mcrp is ALREADY about. except its a gameshow also, and the very construction of the thing is designed to cause tensions by its very nature.
it's great! and you wouldn't be required to know anything about survivor–our host would explain to the audience all of the mechanics as they came up, as would production staff to the players.
You keep calling it "a show"–what do you mean by that?
the result of this project would be an edited youtube series, like survivor, of likely around twelve episodes. each episode would show footage from the game, as well as a lot of "confessionals" shots of the players explaining their opinions, before ending in tribal council! unlike most mcrp series, this would not be a multiple pov affair. it would be one tightly edited project. (this editing, for the record, is the largest overhead; we expect the amount of footage to go through to end up being in the hundreds of hours combined between all the players.)
it's possible that after the show's finale releases we'll release the players to make their own highlights from any footage they take. but the product we're hoping to make is just a single TV show's worth!
what exactly does applying to be a contestant require?
if we get enough interest, once we have enough of the required plugins and builds created and have a better sense of gameplay, we will put out a casting call form. while this will ask a number of questions to help us get to know you as a potential player, you're going to be REQUIRED to have the following things: a tumblr blog that you can link us to, the ability to record an audition tape in minecraft to send to us (so that we can get an idea of what audio we'd be working with, mostly), enough free time for us to be able to schedule recording sessions into, and a willingness to agree to some rules about keeping things secret until the finale airs and about rp etiquette. that's it! there are no other requirements–you don't have to know survivor, you don't have to already do mcyt or stream, you don't have to have friends, none of it, and while we'll ask you for those details, we're going to be looking for a large blend of people from across mcyt! anyone (who can send us mostly clean audio) can be considered!
EDIT: we would ALSO REQUIRE YOU BE AT LEAST 18. sorry i forgot this before! this is for a number of reasons i don't want to get into, but will be prominent on the actual applications.
what exactly would being a production staff member entail?
we're mainly looking for two things in production staff: a willingness to run replaymod for us and act as cameramen by following contestants around getting footage on the actual recording days, and a willingness to work with us on what's likely to be a fairly intense editing and "scripting" period during and after recording, during which we're going to have to scrub through massive amounts of footage and form it into a coherent narrative. we may, depending on how bad we realize we've bitten off more than we can chew, also end up looking for build team members for the production crew. if these things sound fun to you (they sound fun to me god help me), then go ahead and select this option! just know it's mutually exclusive with playing; no one in the production staff will be considered for the contestants. this includes my friends and myself who've already agreed to help me.
these applications would come out before the casting call, since even before casting call we're going to need to do playtests and dry runs and have things mostly ready. so keep an eye out!
will this be run on your blog?
nope we're going to make a new blog (and youtube channel) (and branding!) for this eventually, just want to interest check before we go through all the branding steps. (also, i've even gotten us a specific gmail for this that we will likely end up using for certain communications.)
for now that's all the FAQ i think that is required. let me know if you have more! and i hope you all are interested in this baby of a project that's taken over my mind for the past few weeks!
#mcyt#mcytblr#dsmp#hermitcraft#qsmp#lifesteal#trafficblr#to list some fandoms i think may be interested!#also please reblog this i want a reasonable sample of who is and isn't interested#and FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS EVEN WITHOUT VOTING#i have put way too much thought into this and would LOVE to answer#listen i am SO HYPED FOR THIS i just want to make sure we'd have enough people to pull it off before investing more energy lol
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She’s mine
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!reader
Warnings: just a sexy blurb.
Summary: Where Y/n makes a plan to get Max to finally admit that he likes her.
The night was young, and the vibrant atmosphere of the club pulsed with electrifying energy. I walked across the dance floor, my scandalous red dress capturing the attention of everyone around me. I knew I was being excessive, but sometimes, being subtle simply wasn't an option.
My eyes met Charles's across the dance floor, and a mischievous smile played on his lips as I approached him. I knew Charles was Max's friend, and we had exchanged messages earlier for me to explain my plan to make Max act once and for all.
"Charles.” I said, my sweet voice laden with a suggestive tone. "Having fun?"
Charles winked, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He knew exactly what I as up to, and he was more than willing to help.
"Loads, but eager to see Max's reaction to your plan.” Y/n laughed, a melodious sound that echoed over the thumping music.
"Thanks for helping me, by the way. Your friend is a slowpoke."
"Yeah, I thought he would have made a move by now with the way you two act."
"Me too." He laughed, and I noticed Max finding me in the middle of the crowd, his smile evident as soon as he saw who was with me. So, I leaned close to Charles's ear and spoke. “Max is not liking what he's seeing right now. Do you think we should dance and make him even more jealous?"
"Well, what are we waiting for?"
And so, the two of us began to dance, moving to the rhythm of the music as my plan unfolded. I could feel Max's eyes on me, and it was exactly what I wanted.
I was determined to make him finally take action.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the dance floor, Max watched with jealous eyes ablaze. He knew I was flirting with Charles, and he couldn't contain the whirlwind of emotions consuming him.
He navigated through the crowd to the DJ booth, where Martin commanded the beats.
"Martin, turn off the music.” he ordered, his voice heavy with urgency.
"What? Why?"
"Just turn off the music for a minute, please.” he said, somewhat irritated.
Martin raised an eyebrow but nodded, understanding that something important was happening.
With the music dimmed, all eyes turned to Max as he pointed to Y/n, who was now illuminated by the spotlight, her red dress shining like a blazing flame in the club's darkness.
"Are you all seeing that girl?" Max's voice echoed through the club, and besides the light, he also pointed his finger at me. "Talk to her, look at her, or breathe near her, and you'll have a problem with me. She's mine."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as Max's eyes locked onto me, a wild intensity that made me tremble slightly.
But then I saw Charles's mischievous smile, and I knew it had all been worth it.
My heart raced as I saw Max coming towards me, maneuvering through the people who had started dancing again when Martin had turned the music back on.
"Max..."
He took my hands, pulling me close to him, and kissed me, and it was one of those breath-taking kisses.
"I know I've been an idiot all this time, procrastinating instead of asking you to be my girlfriend, but I can't deny anymore what I feel for you."
"Finally.” I say, and he looks at me surprised. "You really are an idiot, I had to plan with Charles to make you jealous so that you finally admitted out loud that you want me as your girlfriend."
"You two planned this?"
"Obviously, don't get me wrong, Charles is hot but not really my type."
"And what's your type?"
"Dutch, world champion, and completely clueless when a hot girl is after him." He laughs and pulls me closer.
"There are plenty of hot girls after me."
"Yeah, but I'm the only one who will get something else out of you." I whispered back and saw the hairs on his neck stand up.
"Wanna get out of here?"
"Definitely."
Bonus scene!
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“She’s definitely mine”
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Hello! Love your work, life-long fan, etc. etc. But I am here today on a mission and wondering if you could help. My nibling (who is unsure if "niece" and other gendered concepts is right for them) is turning 7 this week and is TERRIFIED of black holes. Can't sleep, can't enjoy the night sky, is-getting-picked-on-at-school bad. I'm hoping to introduce her to Fred, but I think if I start at "so there these things called white holes which kind of are "opposite" black holes," I might have a whole new problem to explain to my sister.
So as I dream up what a "nice" black hole would be all about - How was Fred as a black hole? What would such an entropically-interesting entity like a black hole even look like as a wizard? Have people with melanoheliophobia reached out to you before/Do you have any expert advice?
Thanks for all that you do to help change the landscape for anxious, nerdy people!!
Let me go talk to Fred.
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"It was a good while ago, you know?" he says.
("He" is an approximation of the most extreme kind, here. Most astronomical entities above the Planetary level have no idea whatsoever what gender is about, or what it's good for. And even at the Planetary level they're often none too sure what it means for biologicals.)
Anyway. When you're in Timeheart, even when only visiting, it's hard to avoid the sense of everything you're discussing being in the nature of a game you won; or a test you passed and don't have to deal with further except as an amused memory. But then, in that most central of states on the far side of physicality, all games are won. All tests are passed. This is where you choose the next challenge. As for past ones...?
"It seems straightforward," Fred says, "when you're a black hole. More and more stuff accretes to you. At first, it's just your job, right? But then it starts to become more, and you slowly start getting aware of it. Mass = consciousness, possibly? I don't know. But you start noticing it. More, and more, and more, till you just can't bear it! Gravity, right? What can you do about gravity? Or mass? Honestly. ...But then, finally!—all of a sudden, the pressure releases. There's room. You have somewhere for it to go."
"The Schwarzchild radius," I say.
"Is that what it's called?" Fred says. "...Was he nice?"
"I, uh... couldn't say. Didn't know him personally."
"Pity," Fred says. "It was such a relief! Please thank him for me." A pause. "...'Him?'"
"Insofar as it matters," I say, "apparently so."
"All right," he says. "But anyway, it's such a simple thing. All your life you've been gathering stuff in. More and more, all the time. And you start saying to yourself, "This can't go on, it's just wrong, what happens if I eat everything? I don't want to eat everything!' You know? It's scary."
"I hear you, cuz," I say.
"But it doesn't matter what you think or feel; it just gets worse and worse. You swell on the inside but you can't swell on the outside, and you can't stop stuff from swirling in and in and in. You think, 'This is all wrong, it's going to be the end of me! And if it is, what else is there? What was this all about? Why am I not big enough?' And 'Why can't I be the same kind of "big enough" on both sides?' And the inside and the outside start fighting over which should be bigger—"
"I think I may know where this is going," I say.
"Yes! And then, all of a sudden, when you think you can't bear it another second longer, something happens and you just... evert!"
"Go inside out, you mean."
He laughs out loud. "Yeah, well, that's maybe a little simplistic...? I mean, when you're dealing with six dimensions and above, you sort of go inside out, and upside down, and sideways, and, you know, more ways than that."
"I'm sorry to say that I don't know," I say, "but I suspect it's memorable."
"Please!" he says. "My poor gnaester! You have no idea."
"Um... perhaps that's for the best."
"But the inside gets bigger than the outside," Fred says. And then adds, a bit abashed but also amused, "I was kind of late to the party on this, apparently. I'm told it's a trope."
"So it is," I said. "...For a lot of us, though. Takes a while to realize what's happened. But you're in good company."
"Oh good. Anyway, so then after that you start emitting all the stuff you earlier absorbed," Fred says. "You're a gateway. It's like... recycling, you know? Takes a while sometimes: some people have trouble emitting, after absorbing and absorbing for so long." He laughs. "Habit, yeah?"
"Yes it is," I say. "Habit is such a problem."
"Anyway," Fred says, "tell everybody it's okay. Black holes are about taking in what's over with, what's done. But when we shift, it's about letting whatever we ingested go out to be something new. Has to go through our insides first, though! That's what we're for."
"Recycling?" I say.
"Recycling. You're starstuff, sure!" And Fred laughs. "But sometimes even starstuff needs to go through the wash."
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HTH!
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as inexperienced as spencer was, he knew what went on behind the door of a relationship. he knew exactly what was released during intimacy that made people love each other.
"dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine play a role in determining your initial attraction to someone, while oxytocin and other chemicals aid in bond formation and in reshaping your brain when you're in love."
"when we're stimulated by our sexual partner or experiencing love, our bodies generate oxytocin, earning it the moniker "love hormone" and "cuddle hormone."
he could explain every aspect of love — but the doctor found it hard to recognize these feelings when he's approached by them himself.
he knows why people's cheeks flush when they talk to others they are attracted to. when you're attracted to someone, blood flows to your face, an emotional reaction triggering the release of adrenaline, which causes your veins to widen or dilate. but that can't possibly be why his face flushes when he sees you focused on his rambling. there simply had to be another explanation.
"mhm, what about why people kiss?" a simple question he could answer in a second, but the delirious look on your face, as you asked him, made him stumble through his words. he cursed himself for starting this topic during your debrief of the profile which was left vacant a while ago.
"i-it could be interpreted as a type of 'attachment behaviour,' like— akin to hugging or holding hands. These actions alleviate stress and enhance relationship trust, contentment, and intimacy."
he took your hum as a sign of satisfaction as he cleared his throat. he loved talking about what he knew — he took pride in filling his brain with knowledge yet he felt a twinge of embarrassment talking to you about this topic. he wondered why. this was an unshameful topic and you expressed interest in what he said, why were his cheeks flushed red?
lost in thought with a pen around his fingers, he hadn't noticed the numerous times he was called by his older colleague by the door.
"spencer?"
"yes?"
"gideons calling you."
you would have thought that if he turned any faster his head would have unscrewed, or that if he had gotten up any faster his legs would have fallen through the floor — but that was just the way the genius was.
gideon was nothing but aware of exactly spencer was feeling at the moment. the profiler in him was aware of every thought going through his head at every glance he took at you and every glance of yours he caught. but he could do nothing but sigh at his unawareness.
"deep in thought?" just by the sound of the younger feet shuffling next to him and the sight of his hands in an awkward position in front of him, he knew he was nervous. something that even a non-profiler could tell.
"the unsub is showing obvious signs of delusions— but we have no concrete links to what could have caus—"
"not those thoughts," gideon chuckled at the lost expression on the genius as he resembled a child who lost his mother in a crowd. "you're thinking of something else. it's distracting you."
it didn't take spencer long to track back to what he was thinking of before gideon called him. his eyes ran through the room and he didn't know how to answer, "i am a bit distracted, but i am still thinking about the case."
"i know."
the older man stifled a grin as he turned to the younger, "we have a few names you need to go by, you two are going to the first victims house. I'm going to the crime scene with hotch. got it? garcia's already sent you the information."
the younger nodded eagerly and slipped his hands into his pockets. "yes, sir," he responded promptly, showing his readiness to share with you. he felt a reassuring pat on his shoulder, and he heard the older agent say, "she likes you too, don't be so nervous." As soon as he regained composure to what he had said, he turned his head to respond, only to find the older person already walking away towards their destination.
what? 'she liked you too.' it took the genius only a second to understand what he had hinted at — but an eternity to realize something else.
he liked you too.
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" YOU DON'T SEEM TO LIKE IT WHEN WE TALK " — naoya zenin.
MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
NOTES: dedicated to @dosiido.
WARNINGS: fem reader ノ dom naoya ノ dubcon: coercion ノ sexual content ノ unprotected sex ノ arranged marriage ノ breeding ノ degradation: m + f receiving ノ objectification ノ size difference.
"It helps you're easier on the eyes." NAOYA ZENIN teases, nipping his teeth against the line of your jaw. You're frustrated, and he's exacerbating it deliberately with how leisured his ruts are. Dragging out this experience at a snail's pace, the anger flared in your chest reignites with each detail of his cock sliding against the sensitivity of your walls. Your lips press together, refusing to look him in the eye despite him chasing it.
"You're a pig." you spit. Unfortunately, he chuckles. It's dark, cold, triumphant. You jerk your head away as you feel his body heat near.
"I'd prefer it if you kept that mouth shut. Might get you into some trouble." he replies, and you huff at his threat. Even if it holds truth, you're sure any fate would be better than remaining his wife. He picks himself up on his knees, large hands splay under your hips to raise them from the mattress. "At least try to act like you want it. You're to carry my heir after all, is that not an honor?" he purrs, rubbing salt in the wound as lifts you against your will. Despite your resistance, he bottoms out, his grasp on you tightening to a painful degree—purposefully making you wince. His powerful body flexes with each movement, not a muscle out of place, yet it appears easy. Like you weigh nothing to him, he uses your hole like a fleshlight.
The lack of lube from your disinterest is not a deterrent for him, instead he winds his deft hips in a circle, lodging his dick all up in your sticky insides. It hurts.
You throw your hands down to the mattress at your sides, neck craned from the position he's chosen to put you in with your back fully arched off the bed and your ass in his hands. "Will you just get it over with, Zenin?"
"I'm enjoying myself, aren't you?" your husband's steady pace of ruts annoys you to no end because he's milking it. He's not even close to finishing, and the sooner he does the sooner this will be done, and he knows that. With Naoya, it's not good enough you're practically his property—and his future incubator—but you're entertainment, too. He weaponizes your distaste for him.
You sigh, clawing into the sheets as a way to curb your anger. If you show too much emotion, you know it'll end badly for you. "This is to serve a purpose. Consummate the marriage, make a kid. I don't want to do anything else." you explain, despite knowing the likelihood it'll bury you. "If you could just—"
"You're just saying that."
Brows furrow, exasperatingly puzzled at him. "The hell are you talking about?"
That sickeningly wolfish grin stretches wider on his features. He'd be handsome if he wasn't so evil, if his personality wasn't so putrid, if he didn't disgust you. His canines and ear piercings alike glint in the dull light, like a yokai. "You can't refuse me." he replies easily, as if relaying the weather. Like his dick isn't in you raw, fucking your drying walls with no regard for your comfort or enjoyment or even fulfillment. "If you don't give me what I want, I'll take it from you."
At the prospect of yet another threat—one you're significantly more wary of—you open your mouth to refute, but your incredulousness is cut short by a palm swatting over your gaping trap. A darker, more sinister fire glows in his eyes as he looms over you. "Speak again, and the clan'll wonder why my brand new wife is tongueless." Your fear shows on your face visible under the large surface area of his hand, swallowing hard. "Make yourself useful and lie there."
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so kiss me | laura freigang
warnings: f for fluff
word count: 748
summary: laura asks if she can kiss you, provided that frankfurt finishes top three in the league
a/n: a little blurb in honour of laura freigang fc making it to the uwcl 😊
it’s after frankfurt's loss to leverkusen in march, when everyone begins to doubt if they'll be able to make third place that laura makes a bet with you.
that if your club do qualify for the champions league, she can kiss you.
frankfurt makes it. despite all the odds, your club makes it.
you sorta think the forward’s forgotten because she goes through the entire post match celebrations without mentioning it.
you don't know if you're disappointed or relieved.
barely a half hour after you make it home, your phone chimes with a text from laura.
it reads, 'are you too tired?'
you hesitate wondering what she is up to before replying, 'no?'
her response comes quickly, 'great! open your door please?'
with wide eyes, you do as she asks and it reveals the smiling blonde outside your apartment.
'lau what are you doing here?'
the german woman in question winks, 'as you know i made a bet with you...'
you blush and she continues, 'and since we did qualify i was thinking about the kiss you owe me.'
'the kiss i owe you? i recall the conversation quite differently lau. more of a you asking me if you can kiss me if we finish third in the league.'
laura tsks, 'semantics.'
you roll your eyes with fond exasperation, 'still doesn't explain why you are here.’
the blonde grins, 'right so as i was saying before you so kindly interrupted me, i was thinking about our kiss.'
despite what she just mentioned, about you interrupting her, you do so again, 'our kiss? we haven't kissed yet.'
'exactly! we shouldn't just kiss without at least having one date. that's why i'm here...to ask if i can take you out on a first date.' laura finishes shyly and you stare at her in surprise.
'it's almost midnight schatz and you didn’t say anything after the game so i thought you forgot.’ you whisper.
'the late hour doesn’t mean my feelings for you lessen and there’s no way i forget anything about you. the two goals i scored tonight were just for you.’ she murmurs, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink.
it's so cute that you can't resist leaning in to press an affectionate kiss onto said blush.
'okay. okay let's go.'
'really? cause i was prepared to do a whole lot more convincing.' laura rambles in disbelief.
'schatz if you don't shut up, i'm going to have to kiss you to make you stop.'
the blonde goes quiet but smiles brightly at you.
'our date first. then i'm going to kiss you.'
'more than once i hope. because you're not the only one with more than friendly feelings lau.' you murmur.
laura if possible, looks even happier.
'as many as you'd like.' she promises and eagerly takes your hand in hers.
and the striker doesn't disappoint.
she takes you to get ice cream at a twenty four hour dessert place and teasingly steals spoonfuls of your ice cream whenever you're distracted.
which is easy when you’re sitting opposite the laura freigang, the most beautiful person you have ever seen.
she’s got such mesmerising blue gray eyes and her blonde hair frames her face perfectly.
the german woman is in a simple sweatpants and hoodie but you think you might fall in love with her.
when she takes you back to your apartment, she draws you close to her by placing her hands on your waist.
‘close your eyes.’ she barely audibly murmurs.
you listen to her, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation.
still, nothing can quite prepare you for the moment laura presses her lips against yours.
tentatively at first but far more confidently once you melt into her and bring your hands up to cup her face.
right there and then, you are certain that falling in love with your fellow eintracht frankfurt player is inevitable. she’s just that special.
the feeling seems to be mutual because the striker readily accepts your invitation to come into your apartment.
it’s in your bedroom that she fulfils her promise entirely, sharing kiss after kiss with you.
intimate ones, teasing ones, ones that have you gasping her name, she holds true to her words.
as many as you like is what she promised you. as many as you like is what laura gives you.
for tonight at first and then for the rest of your life as she goes from your crush, to your girlfriend and eventually to your wife.
German Translation:
schatz - sweetheart
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The reader doing an everything shower and gavi keeps whining for her to finish? It would be soo cute! 🤭
Too long
I usually showered with Gavi partly as he would famously say "to save water" but also because we were always enjoying each other's company, if you know what I mean ;)
"Amor, why can't I join you like always!?" Pablo was whining while I took off my clothes and turned on the shower in our shared bathroom.
"Because, cariño It's my everything shower and I need to do some girl routine stuff" I tried to explain but he was still a pouting mess until I went to him and on my tip toes kissed his lips.
His hands went around my waist and he pulled my naked breasts against himself.
"Don't tempt me nena.." he smirked and I moved away promising some "fun times" when I am done with my girl shower.
"How long will it be?" he immediately asked like a child waiting to go to Disney and I chuckled promising to be as quick as possible.
Not even five minutes into my shower did I hear Pablo's whining voice coming from our bedroom. I smiled at his impatience..he was so cute right now!!
"The more you interrupt me, the longer it will take Pablo!" I said and he snuck back into the bathroom poking his head through the shower making me giggle.
"Pablo!" I said before we both were giggling at his little antics.
"What can you be doing in there that I can't see!? he said and you show him that you were currently shaving your legs and using some skin scrub.
"I'm almost done, cariño. I promise." I said leaning in and kissing his lips before he moved and left me to finish my shower finally.
When I finally came out, Pablo was sitting on the bed with a big smile on his face as you sat down and grabbed your body lotion to put on your skin.
"Could you help me with my back cariño?" you asked knowing how impatient your boy was right now and he eagerly took the lotion and started massagin your back.
I closed my eyes and he slowly moved his fingers massaging all tension from my muscles smirking while slowly cupping my breasts as I opened my eyes and turned to look him in the eyes.
"I think I said my back, cariño.." you say with a smirk while he enjoyed massaging your breasts shamelessly.
"Tienes las tetas ricas mi amor" he smirked and you leaned back against him as his hand moved up around your neck and he started kissing your lips passionately.
"P..Pablo..I'm not done yet" I say into the kiss and he sighed heavily.
"Why is it taking too long!!??" he said and I chuckled walking back into the bathroom to get dressed and finish my skincare routine.
"Amoooor...you don't need any of that mi nena linda" his arms aware wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin was rested on your shoulder. You smiled turning around in his arms and placing some moisturizer on his skin.
"This keeps our skin healthy mi amor..tan guapo" you say massaging it into his face while he closed his eyes enjoying your ministrations.
"Your skin is so glowy now mi amor" you say as he opened his eyes looking down to kiss your lips sweetly.
"Now that you made me all guapo, can I have my girlfriend back porfi?" he said and you chuckled nodding your head snaking my arms around his neck as he carried me back to bed eagerly.
After our little "activities" hehe I was laying on Pablo's exposed chest as he kissed the top of my head.
"You were so needy mi amor" you teased him and he rolled his eyes back to his stubbornness acting like a big strong man like always.
"I don't know who was begging in the end princesita" he said definitely wining this argument since i was bright red hiding my face into his neck while he chuckled kissing my forehead.
"I like it so much amor.." he said and you looked up kissing his lips lovingly.
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Can you do an old man criminal young soldier body swap, please?
Ben, the freshly enrolled cadet, had to wake up early that day. Why? Because some old dipshit had to escape prison few days ago and was rumored to be in the area nearby. The military was there to help the police in order to capture this escapee.
The split into groups. Ben's group got the forest. They got near an old cabin that has been abandonem many years ago
They searched the area and entered the building. Besides discovering some voodoo rituals they also found proof of someone squatting here not that long ago. There was a warm lighter on the doorstep of the backdoor entrance.
Ben's P.O.V.
"He can't be far. Must have heard us closing in." one of my firends screamed out.
The group got out of the building. I stayed behind to take photos and look for more evidence for the police. What I didn't expect was that he run out of the secret room beneath the floor and jump me.
He was strong for an old man. But he had an advantage, because I honestly had no idea that he was there. I have to get him or I'll get in trouble.
A fight followed. He managed to get me on the ground and choke me. Then he pulled away a bit, because he resched for the voodoo totem in the middle of the ritual. He snapped the totem in half. Bunch of mess, dust and something smelly fell directly into mine and his face.
The last thing I remember was him laughing hysterically. Then, darkness.
I woke up to the sound of my group approaching. They must have heard the screaming and the old man's laughter. I opened my eyes and then pain followed. My face was pressed on the ground. My hands behind my back, handcuffed.
"Now you'll go back where you belong fucker." I heard a VERY familiar voice.
I turned my head and saw my own body talking to someone. At that moment, I don't know what came over me. I got hysterical. Maybe if I explained who I am and gave them some details, then they might have trusted me. But I only screamed and cried and scream again.
The police arrived and the last thing I saw was my body looking at me with a mischievous grin, grabbing my body's crotch and winking at me.
This can't be happening
Abraham's P.O.V.
I am finally free. The escape was only a small part of the plan. The bigger one was to get all the ingredients to do the ritual and swap with someone. Poor fucker, he's gonna get a proper beating in jail. Well that's not my problem now. My only goal is to go unnoticed and start my new young life.
Ah, man. I can't wait much longer. They have to leave now or else I might explode all this cum right here in these clothes.
It took them 30 more minutes before they left me alone. I didn't have any chores as a reward for capturing him. Heh, right you fuckers. I won't be staying much longer.
I collapsed on the chair. Pretending to be someone else is surprisingly more stressful than I rememeber.
Anyway. Time to explore this new body! Wait! This guy seems strong. Let me just try something
Holy shit. What a stamina. It doesn't even hurt to lift myself. And those abs. Yeah. I'll be enjoying this. I laid down on the bed.
These are so hot man. I have NEVER in my life had these before. He must be in great shape overall.
I took off my shirt and decided I want to have some fun
Let's show these fucker's who's really storno. I got into the gym to show off my new body. Some of the guys tried not to look at me, but others just kept staring.
I went to the showers to enjoy myself in the mirror. Someone left their shaving cream and I could already feel the need to shave.
"Man, I look great!"
I took off the rest of the clothes and hopped into the shower. Being this fit is truly awesome. The tightness and horniness that I feel from beeing this strong is undiscrabable. I started jerking my new cock. Which was nicely curved, not that big, but wide enough to please some of the women I'm about to fuck. Or men, who knows.
I masturbated with no shame at all. Someone even came during my session and rather left instead of watching me enjoy myself. I finished all over the floor and just left it there.
Before the end of the day I was released from my duties for many inappropriate behavioirs. How should I know that those guys don't like to experiment with each other. I don't know what their issue was.
Anyway, I got on the nearest bus to get into town. Found the nearest shop and got me some fine cigarettes.
"I have missed this so fucking much" I said before coughing rapidly. "Not used to it, huh boy? Well don't worry, that's about to change" I took a puff of my cigarette heading of to the nearest bar.
A new life begins!
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Building Each Other Up Pt. 4
Read Pt. 1 here, Pt. 2 here, and Pt. 3 here.
Mark's POV:
As I stood on stage, spotlight shining down on me, I couldn't help but feel exhilarated. The months of grueling training had paid off, and I had just won the bodybuilding competition. The crowd clapped for me as I raised my trophy high, a triumphant grin spreading across my face. I guess Shane was worried for nothing – but I’m definitely not complaining.
After the competition, amidst the congratulatory hugs and handshakes from fellow competitors, I spotted Ali in the crowd, taking a picture of me, a proud smile on his face. Making my way over to him, I wrapped him in a tight embrace before leaning in to kiss him.
"Thanks for coming, babe," I said.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it," Ali replied.
As we pulled apart, Ali's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be in a competition," he admitted, a hint of longing in his voice.
I studied Ali's physique, admiring the toned muscles beneath his shirt. "You know, you're certainly ripped," I said, running a hand over his arm. "But I understand what you mean, this is definitely different.”
Then, a mischievous grin spread across my face as an idea formed in my mind. "Well, why don't you try my body on for size?" I suggested.
Ali shot me a confused but intrigued look. "What do you mean?" he asked.
I explained how “my trainer Mark” and I had discovered the ability to swap bodies back when I had first started training. "It could be a fun experiment," I added, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.
Ali's hesitation melted away as excitement replaced his initial skepticism. "Alright, let's do it," he agreed, a grin spreading across his face.
Grabbing the reserve potion I kept in my bag (yeah I lied when I told Shane there wasn’t any left), Ali and I found an empty part of the center's changing area to do the swap. I figured I’d let him enjoy my victory a bit too. He quickly took off his shirt and flexed for me, giving me a better entry point.
Pushing into him, I felt a familiar rush just like so many times before. Once inside, I called out for Ali, but there was no response. He must've fallen into his subconscious. But I realized there was someone else in here too.
“Shane?” I said in disbelief "How long have you been in here?"
"I've been trapped in here a few days," Shane replied, his voice filled with resignation. “I cant seem to move or turn off my subconscious like usual, I must’ve screwed up the potion.”
Shit, I thought to myself. I've been absolutely railing the fuck out of Ali the past few days, and he’s been awake for it all.
"How did you enjoy getting dicked down by yourself?" I asked a bit nervously.
"It could be worse," Shane replied, his tone nonchalant. "But I'm still straight, and I don't wanna keep doing that."
Damn, I thought. Well, okay, not a problem. And with a mental push, I sent him back over the mental cliff, watching as he fell back out, still in my body. Awesome, I thought to myself.
"Why didn't you give me my body back?" Shane protested, his voice filled with frustration. "You're not even using it anymore."
"I need it for something more important," I laughed. "And based on what you just said, you probably wouldn't be down for it."
Before Shane could protest or follow, I quickly got dressed, left the changing area, got into my – or Ali’s - car and drove away.
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Driving down the road, I ran my hands across his arms and abs. Damn, this body was fit—not as huge as mine, but just as firm and even smoother skin. As I drove up to Ali’s apartment, Ali, was just now mentally waking up.
"What's going on?" he thought, clearly disoriented.
"Don’t worry, babe, just taking us home," I replied mentally.
Once we got inside, I warned him that this might feel a little weird and told him to relax.
"Just let go and enjoy," I said soothingly.
With a push, I sent Ali over the mental cliff—his consent making the process even easier than with Shane earlier. The familiar rush of pleasure surged through me, the same wave I had ridden last time when I became the sole occupant of that body.
Ali, now in Shane’s body, fell on the ground and looked down at his borrowed physique, flexing his muscles and marveling at the transformation.
"How does it feel?" I asked, my voice laced with excitement.
"Unbelievable," Ali replied. "This body is incredible."
I grinned. "Well it looks fucking great on you."
“How's my body?" Ali asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Ali, you have no idea how fantastic your body feels. Well, maybe you actually do," I laughed.
Ali chuckled and then got up to admire his new physique in the mirror, flexing his bicep. I walked up behind him and started feeling all his muscles. This was different—feeling him from the outside. I mean, being in him was great, but this was something else entirely.
"It's been a long day—a long month—for you, babe, all that hard work in the competition," I joked with him. " Why don’t you relax and let me take care of you?" I started moving my hands down to play with the waistband of his briefs.
We shed our clothes and made our way to the bed. I started to get a bit dominant with him, pushing him down into the mattress and lifting his legs up.
He looked at me with a challenging grin. "Let's not forget who's who here." In a swift motion, he flipped over and pushed me down into the bed.
My stomach filled with butterflies. Even though I had been friends with Shane for years and then had possessed his body, I had never gotten to see him up close quite like this.
"It’s cheat day now. It’s finally time for me to eat some cake," he said, smirking.
Without hesitating, he lifted my legs and stuck his tongue in my eager hole. He devoured me with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine, making me writhe with pleasure. I couldn't hold back the sounds of pleasure escaping my lips, lost in the intensity of the moment.
"Fuck yeah, Ali," I moaned.
He stopped eating me out and slowly came up to my face, placing his hand on my neck, applying just enough pressure to assert his dominance. Nibbling on my ear, he whispered, his voice dripping with authority, "I think that you mean 'Fuck yeah, Shane.'"
Damn, I didn't know where this dominant streak was coming from. If anything, Ali was always willing to submit. But the way he took control now was definitely hot.
As he lined up his cock and pushed in, I felt every inch of him stretching me.
"Ahhh, shit, babe, you feel so good," he groaned. "I know you haven't taken one in a while, babe, but my body should be all ready to take this massive dick," he continued, his voice husky with desire.
He was right. My body readily accepted him. And since it was his body after all, he knew all the right spots to drive me absolutely wild. Honestly, I couldn't remember the last time I was this turned on. Even fucking Ali in Shane's body couldn't compare to the pleasure I was feeling now. I started to think, “what if this is how its supposed to be.”
As he pounded into me, I realized I knew a few tricks to drive him insane as well.
Reaching up, I gently played with his nipples, causing him to involuntarily thrust his hips even deeper.
"Damn, babe, it's almost like you know my body better than I do," he chuckled.
I could sense he was about to cum, and just then, I tightened my hole and wrapped my feet around his back, holding him in me.
He came with such force that I think he surprised himself, his cum flooding my insides. As he came down from his high, he smiled at me, his expression content. "Good boy," he said, while still buried inside me. "Good boy."
As he stroked my cock, that affirmation was enough to send me over the edge, and I came all over my chest.
He leaned down and took a nice big lick of my cum, his tongue swirling around the salty liquid. "You taste amazing," he said, his voice husky with desire, before kissing me passionately and wrapping me into the biggest spoon hug from behind.
Tracing my muscles and running his hand through my hair, he kept saying "Good boy, Ali" in a calming voice, until we both fell gently to sleep.
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What is the void state? I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never actually understood what it is or how you could use it to achieve your desires.
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Hello! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
Well to explain the void state is actually simple:
The void state is where you are a pure consciousness, you are nothing and everything at the same time.
In the void state there's no Time linear that why when you affirm while you are there it will manifest instantly, and when you will wake up you'll find everything you desire or affirmed for.
When you tap into the void state you're just leaving the physical plane (3d) and you'll feel like you have no body no face and you'll feel just nothing, just a pure consciousness.
If you have a question like "Can i manifest xy? Anything? Even the illogical" yes and yes you Can even manifest and affirm for the craziest things, you want to be a model? Hell yeah! You'll wake up as a model, you want to become a fairy? Yes it's possible, being a billionaire? Celebrity crush? An sp created from scratch? Yes and yes anything and when i mean anything THERE'S NO LIMIT.
Don't hesistate to manifest crazy things that the human brain cannot comprehend.
You might have some questions how to tap in it:
You Can either do methods or you Can just assume and practice the loa.
I advice you to read these post ( this and this and this)to understand the void state fully well and how you Can use the Law to tap into it.
How do i know that i am in the void state?:
You'll feel yourself as nothing and you will not feel your body.
You'll just see pitch blackness.
You Can even see stars.
You won't hear anything.
What if i'll have doubt and intrusive thought while i'm in it? :
No you can't cause you'll be just a pure consciousness, you will feel an immense calmness and peacefulness, your mind will be clear.
So you don't have to worry about it.
Methods to do for tapping to the void state:
: ̗̀➛ lullaby method.
: ̗̀➛ sats.
: ̗̀➛ awake method.
: ̗̀➛ asleep method.
: ̗̀➛ sleep paralysis.
: ̗̀➛ assuming you're a master at it.
: ̗̀➛ you Can go to this blogger and she actually have all the methods for the void state (@tia-222 ).
Don't forget to affirm that you are Always aware while you reach the void.
Remember: don't focus on the symptomes and Also the symptomes might Also may be different for every single individual.
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Workin Boys was literally the only thing that saved Hidgens from being flanderized beyond recognition
(Spoilers for Workin' Boys)
So what I think a lot of people don't give much thought to is how much Professor Hidgens as a character has evolved since tgwdlm, essentially becoming a parody of himself.
Think of Hidgens as a character. What are his defining traits?
Did you think about how he is a doomsday prepper who has been stockpiling supplies for 20 years? Because that's how he's introduced in Guy.
Did you try think about how he has a weird relationship with his Alexa? Or did we forget about that?
In fact, for the majority of TGWDLM, Hidgens' main character trait is that he says weird shit with a Doc Brown voice.
The whole concept of Workin Boys isn't even introduced until the last half hour of the show. That's where he reveals his real motivation: to live out the musical he wrote as a young man.
Actually, no, that's not right. Because his motivation was world peace, and Workin Boy's was just a convenient means to that end.
I won't disregard the fact that Hidgens clearly has an emotional connection to the show, but in Guy, it serves as a punchline rather than a driving force.
So now we have this lovely, morally-grey, multi-layered character that we can work with.
By the time we get to Time Bastard, the fandom is expecting a show stopping number reference, so of course we get that.
But at this point, Hidge is still that multi-layered character. Sure, showstopping number gets a callback, but we also get a callback to his strange relationship with robots. They make up an equal part of him as a character.
By the time we get to Honey Queen, we have lost several aspects of Hidgens altogether. He is no longer a doomsday-believing recluse. He is now active in the community and his only motivation is to get his show funded. He brings it up at every chance he gets, and his loyalties lie with whoever is more likely to make Workin Boys happen.
So how the hell do we come back from this?
Well, at first it seems like we're not going to. Workin' Boys (the short film) comes out, and it looks like we're leaning even harder into this aspect of his personality than before. But then we get hit with something we're not expecting: Hidge gets the Ted Spankoffski treatment.
I'm referring to Ted's backstory in Time Bastard, where we learn that all of his actions actually stem from a single, traumatic moment, which in his eyes forced him to alter his behaviour, so as to not go through the same trauma again.
Can you see where I'm going with this?
The backstory we get from Hidgens certainly puts things in perspective. No, it's not enough to explain why his behaviour has been so laser-focused on this one show, but it's a start.
Then comes the part that changes everything.
It's left up to interpretation whether these ghosts Hidge is seeing are actually there, or just hallucinations, but that doesn't really matter.
Hidgens had been through a horrible experience, so traumatizing that he is still literally being haunted by it decades later. For one reason or another, he believes that the only way he can relieve himself of these ghosts is by bringing honor to the loved ones he's lost and telling their stories.
This reveal recontextualizes everything we know about Hidgens as a character. Suddenly, this isn't a story about some guy who just really wants to put on his musical, this is a story about guilt. Of course it would be the driving factor in his life. Look at him apologizing to his boys. He feels like he is slandering their memories with everything that goes wrong for the show.
This is supported even more with the ending.
Henry Hidgens dies with a smile on his face, believing he's finally achieved his goal: to tell the real story of what happened that night.
It finally makes sense as to why we've lost those parts of him--we've retconned the character by revealing that all that simplification of his goals and traits wasn't flanderization at all, but a steady downward spiral of grief over his loved ones. It wasn't Hidgens getting a little too into being a playwrite, it was him descending into madness caused by the inability to please the part of himself (or the literal ghosts, if that's how you interpret it) that believes he's not doing enough.
And if not for Workin' Boys, he would have remained that one-dimensional character.
#starkid#hatchetfield#npmd#tgwdlm#hatchetverse#team starkid#professor hidgens#henry hidgens#jeff blim#nightmare time#nightmare time 2#nmt#nmt2#character analysis#analysis#rose rabbles#honey queen#time bastard#the guy who didn't like musicals
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a miserable pile of secrets [9-1-1 | Eddie Diaz & Hen Wilson | 1/1]
1.8K words | friendship | emotional hurt/comfort | implied/referenced cheating
a miserable pile of secrets [on AO3]
She finds Eddie up on the rooftop, which makes sense, given that Buck is currently working out his feelings on the heavy bag after Bobby finally snapped at the two of them to get their acts together unless they wanted to be benched. Chim's down in the weight room with him, which means that Hen is up here in the warm night air to talk some sense into the other half of their codependent little unit, who is currently perched on one of the folding chairs that they usually leave up here. He's as still as a statue, tense like he's afraid of what his body might do if he lets it move.
"Hey," Hen says, and he gives a jerky little nod of acknowledgement. "Mind if I sit?"
"Go ahead."
"Thanks." She pulls out one of the other chairs and sits down. "So."
"Bobby sent you."
"I sent myself," she corrects mildly, and watches Eddie's shoulders hunch a little. "I don't think I've ever seen you and Buck fight like that."
Though the truth is, she really only caught the tail end of it. Buck's frustrated voice rising on, "Do you hear yourself? How did you think this was going to work out? Have you even thought about Chris? What, you were just going to introduce him to her like—"
"Chris? Since when is how I parent my son any of your business?"
"I don't know, Eddie, you kind of made it my business when you put me in your fucking will!"
"Yeah, well, maybe that was a mistake!"
There was ringing silence in the wake of that. Then Buck said something quieter, inaudible from where Hen and Chim were standing frozen outside the locker room door, and Eddie spat, "Go to hell. I'm done talking about this."
The door slammed open and he stormed out, only pausing for a moment when he saw the two of them standing there. It wasn't until he'd already stomped up the stairs to the loft that Buck emerged, scowling.
"I don't want to talk about it," he snapped, before either of them could speak.
That was six hours ago. Neither of them has said a single word to each other since outside of the bare minimum on calls. The tension in the back of the truck has been thick enough to cut with a knife, and none of Chim's increasingly desperate jokes has done a damn thing to lighten the mood.
Hen doesn't blame Bobby for being fed up with the pair of them. She's caught somewhere between that and worry, herself. This isn't like them. Either of them.
Eddie shrugs again, tense. "I don't really feel like talking about it."
"Mm."
Hen kicks her legs out, relaxes into the chair and waits him out. It doesn't take long. Maybe two minutes before he lets out an angry little huff and says, "Marisol dumped me this morning."
"Oh," Hen says. That explains some of the mood, anyway. "Well, I'm sorry to—"
"I cheated on her. She found out."
She closes her mouth. For a moment she just looks at him: his tight jaw, his hands in fists on his thighs, so tense he looks like he's about to snap. Like looking through a warped mirror to a younger version of herself, and maybe that's why she manages some gentleness when she says, "That doesn't sound like you."
"Yeah. That's what Buck said. Shows what he knows."
"Why'd you do it?"
"It doesn't matter. It was stupid. I fucked up."
"If you're waiting on me to tell you otherwise, you'll be waiting a while." Eddie lets out a sharp, bitter little bark of laughter, and Hen adds. "I've been there, you know."
"Yeah. But it's not—Karen forgave you."
"Eventually, yeah. She didn't have to."
"Yeah," Eddie says, and then doesn't say anything else.
"Is that what you and Buck were fighting about?"
He shrugs again. Like talking to a damn teenager, Hen thinks. Not Denny, with his easy sweetness, but like one of the other kids who come through their home sometimes on temporary placements: already on the defensive, claws out, ready to fight.
"I guess," he mutters finally.
"You put him in your will?" Eddie scowls at her, and she shrugs. "Hey, if you want it to be a secret, maybe don't have your domestics at the top of your lungs in the locker room we all use."
He scoffs, clearly annoyed, but doesn't get up and storm off, so she's counting that as a win. Finally, he says, "Yeah. He's down as Chris's legal guardian if something happens to me. Since—uh, since I almost died in that well collapse a few years back."
Oh. Hen contemplates that for a moment, squares it up in her head with what she already knows about Eddie. It's not, she'll admit, completely out of left field. But still. "And you think maybe that was a mistake?"
Eddie groans, dropping his head back. "I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it."
"Maybe you should tell Buck that."
"He's pissed at me."
"Seems mutual."
"Yeah," Eddie says, wry and still kind of irritated. But then he sighs. "You ever do something where you know the whole time you're doing it that it's going to blow up in your face, and somehow that still doesn't stop you?"
"Yep," Hen says, remembering a dark little motel room and the sharp cut of Eva's smile. A whole damn pile of fuck-ups, that relationship was, and she dragged it along with her to almost ruin the best thing in her life.
"I keep thinking I see Shannon. It's like she's just around the corner, like if I turn around fast enough, she'll be there, and I'll be able to go back and make it right. But I can't."
"No. You can't."
"It's been five fucking years."
"No timeline on grief."
"I went on a date with a woman just because she looked like her." Hen raises her eyebrows at him. He slouches lower in his seat. "A couple of dates. It—didn't end well."
"Mm. You mean because she turned out to be a whole damn person who wasn't Shannon, or because your girlfriend found out?"
"Both," Eddie mutters. "Believe me, I already heard it from Buck."
"Oh, I believe it."
"But he's—" Eddie snaps his mouth shut.
"Kind of a hypocrite on this particular subject?" Hen offers.
"That's not what I was going to say. He's with Tommy now. So."
"So?"
"Never mind. It doesn't matter."
Hen would dearly love to interrogate that line of thinking, but she keeps her mouth shut. For a little while, they don't speak. It's a transient kind of peace; their next call could come at any minute. But for now, the city's as quiet as it ever is, lit up and beautiful in the distance.
Eventually, Eddie shifts in his chair, straightens up like he's bracing for something, then says, abruptly, "Can I ask you a personal question?"
Hen raises her eyebrows. "Go ahead."
"Have you ever been with a guy?"
"Excuse me?"
"Forget it," he says quickly, hunching in on himself again. "I don't even know why I asked. You can tell me to go to hell."
She almost does tell him to go to hell. Has her mouth open and everything. But then she takes another good look at his face and lets the words dissipate.
"No," she says finally. "Kissed a couple of boys in high school, but I pretty much always knew it wasn't for me."
"Oh." Eddie's mouth twists. He's still staring a hole in the concrete by his feet, and Hen wishes like hell that this was easier for him, that he could have stumbled into it with wide eyes and open arms without leaving a trail of wreckage in his wake. Buck managed it, but it's not like that for everyone. She knows that.
"Karen was engaged to a man, you know," she says, and she watches him still, watches him turn, finally, to look at her.
"I didn't know that."
"It was a long time ago. College sweetheart. She called it off a week before the wedding. Broke his damn heart, from what I hear. Probably better in the long run, though, all things considered."
Eddie laughs at that, a raw, horrible little sound. "I was a bad husband to Shannon. I loved her so much, and I still could never—and I always thought that maybe, if we'd just had more time, maybe I could have gotten it right, and we could have been a family again, and it would have been okay."
"But she died."
"She asked me for a divorce."
"Oh." Hen takes a breath, lets it out. Careful, careful. "I didn't know that."
"Nobody knows that. I mean. Bobby does. But nobody else. Because she died two days later, so I never had to—to tell anyone. I never had to admit it. I could keep pretending. But it doesn't even matter, because I've also fucked up every relationship I've been in since. So it's kind of obvious where the problem is."
"Mm. You know what my mama used to say?"
Eddie cuts her a look. "What?"
"Get down from that cross, we need the wood."
When he laughs this time, it sounds a little more real. Hen nudges her knee against his, and for a minute they sit there together in silence.
"I fucked up," he says again, but it's calmer.
"Yep."
"What the hell do I say to Buck?"
Not Marisol, Hen notes. Though the truth is she's pretty sure that whole relationship was dead and gone long before whatever went down this morning. Maybe from the very beginning. Eddie's just got a bad habit of dragging those corpses around. "Sorry might be a good start."
"He's gonna ask why. I don't have a good answer. I can't—" He looks over at her, and all Hen can think is that he looks so damn young. "I can't."
"So tell him that. You know he's not gonna push it."
"Yeah, he will."
"He's worried about you."
Eddie scoffs. "Yeah."
That was, Hen surmises what the fight was about in the first place. Unstoppable force, immovable object. Sometimes she wishes she could just knock their stubborn heads together until they showed some sense.
"He loves you," she says, and Eddie flinches.
"I know that," he mutters.
Hen sighs. "Just talk to him. You don't have to tell him anything you're not ready to tell him, but just—talk to him. Okay? For all our sakes."
"Yeah, okay," Eddie says, sounding defeated. "Sorry about that."
"We'll survive," Hen says. She bumps her knee against his again, and they sit there together in silence, watching the city lights, until the bell starts going off below.
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hi! could I request bofurin boys getting patched up from their s/o after a fight?
Patching them up after a fight (BOFURIN)
Haruka Sakura
He's learned how to heal his wounds in the past years after spending majority of his life alone. He would rather die than to get yelled at by someone looking after him so he taught himself how to clean up his gashes and bloody bruises on his body.
Earlier in the day, he was caught up in an unexpected fight and his opponent managed to get a cheap shot on him when someone was distracting him. He's not going to lie—it hurt like a bitch when his fist made contact with his already wounded cut on his jawline.
Afterwards, when the fight is done, he apologizes that you had to wait for him a little longer than usual after school. But the moment you took in the prominent gash on his face, you nearly dropped your duffel bag to the floor.
You yelled at him for being so reckless to which he clicked his tongue and took away your bag to hold it for you when he walks you home. However, you ultimately refused to leave him like this, so now here you are in an alleyway cleaning up the wound on his face with bandages and hydrogen peroxide you two bought from the local drug store.
He already tried to stop you by saying he was going to take care of it home, but you were too persistent (and pissed) so you continued to heal him anyways.
The whole time, he can't look you in the eye, afraid he might give into his intrusive thoughts to bite the shit out of you. He's blushing and worrying someone might see the both of you.
"Hurry up...!" His foot is tapping up and down quickly out of nervousness.
He refuses to look you in the eye and remains staring at the opening of the alleyway where you two walked in.
In pettiness, you pressed the cotton ball on his gash harder than before making him jitter on the wooden crate he sat on with wide eyes.
"You be quiet and wait until I'm done!"
"Tch! Whatever!"
Hajime Umemiya
"Ah, seriously [Name]. You know I can do this by myself..." He smiled softly as he watched you bandage his thick fingers.
He was beaten up badly—not that he did a bad job in the fight he was in earlier but when going into combat, he does slip up especially if he's ganged up on, which is what happened earlier.
Usually, he doesn't mind healing his own wounds and is completely fine if someone else does it for him. He's even let a kid put a bandaid on him when he bumped into the little sucker which caused him to bump his knee on a metal pipe.
But when you two scheduled a stay at home date, he shows up to your house holding his jacket that draped behind his back, covered in scratches and cuts.
"Sorry I'm late, I was caught up earlier with something." He says with a weak smile.
You hold your door in front of him stupidly as he begins to sweat drop at your stare.
Eventually, you do let him in and you lead him to your bedroom. He explains that he was caught up in a fight as he placed his jacket on your chair then sitting on your bed.
You sigh not turning around to face him. It was obvious you were disappointed. "Yeah I can already tell."
He laughs with a regretful smile watching you go through your desk and find the bandages, cotton balls, and medical tape.
He's already aware that you don't have any right to be doing this, there's a hint of guilt shoved down his throat when you let out a sigh and bring your hands to yours to wrap them up. At the same time, you and him create small talk; forcing him to tell you why he got into a fight making him let out a throaty laugh.
But a part of him finds you cute for that. The way you're willing to patch him up, even when you're upset at him. He likes seeing the size difference with your hand and his. His fingers are extremely calloused from him gardening and throwing punches all the time—while your hands are smooth and gentle against his skin. He doesn't say anything to aggravate you more, so instead, he lets you heal him with a warm smile on his face.
Toma Hiragi
He's gone through multiple fights with not a single person laying a finger on him, so it's rare for you to ever see him come to you all beaten up.
Sure he has a rough exterior and sharp features, but even a sturdy guy like him can get knocked over. He's quite pissed that he let something like that ever happen and is embarrassed to say the least. When you ask him where he is and what's taking him so long, he ignores your messages and tries to patch up himself up quickly before returning to you.
He's rather die than to let you see him like this. When he finishes taking care of his wounds, you can tell with the way the bandages hang loosely, the cuts that peek out near the ends of the tape, and the way his clothing is all dirtied up, you can tell he tried hiding that from you.
"...You look like a mess."
He jumps at your accusation, "The hell are ya talkin' about?!"
You end up pointing out the poor job he did at putting the bandages on his body. He opens his mouth to cover it up right away, but in a second he stops himself, he knows he would be lying if he fought back.
He's embarrassed, way too embarrassed.
He shuts his eyes closed when you end up patching the wounds yourself. He didn't even clean them beforehand when he came to you. The entire time, he's felt like his ego is knocked down when you two went into a secluded field of grass with items to help with the gashes all over his face.
To you though, it's funny. The way he tries to fall asleep in hopes that your remarks will all be over soon. At the same time, he's blushing and looking away when you take his face with both hands.
"Yer' doin' too much."
"I'm doing too much?" You repeat looking into his eyes to which he quickly looks away.
"Tch. Gonna be the death of me..." He mumbled the last part.
Taiga Tsugeura
Dating him was probably the most responsibility you've ever had in your life.
It's happened before, the routine of you and him planning to meet up at your house turns into him coming home to you all scratched up and you taking it upon yourself to heal his wounds.
He still feels extremely guilty upon watching you roll your eyes at him and forcing him to sit down on your bed in front of you to clean up his wounds. While he's at it, he continues on to share about what happened to him and why he's all bruised. He explains it like a kid trying to justify why his clothes are all ruined. He's honestly scared if you start scolding him about being more careful.
Mitsuki Kiryu
After he gets into a pretty big fight, he returns to you as if he's prancing about his day.
You're shocked to say the least. The way his bluntness is plastered all over his face while you deadpan him when he goes on to talk about the melonpan that is currently on sale at the nearest convenience store. You blink at him repeatedly as if he's not aware of the state he's in right now. You have to be the one to point out the huge gash on his elbow that began to stain the white patterned button up shirt he was wearing.
"Oh! I forgot." He says as if the fight he was in earlier didn't mean anything.
He laughs at the way you yell at him for being stupid before you two make it back to his house. Instantly, he tells you where he keeps all his medical things and then you instruct him to go wash up first then meet you in his room.
He takes it as a reward after winning his fight. He can't really use his phone when you're practicing sitting on top of him to clean up the cut on his eyebrow that ended up bloodying his piercing. To you, it seems like he's enjoying this too much, even going as far to rocking in the chair he's sitting on and spinning it from side to side. He finds it extremely nice to see you like this—so worried and so scared for him.
There's a small part of him that wants to break a bone next time to see how you'd react.
Hayato Suo
There's really no way of arguing with him. Right off the bat, when you throw texts at him, angered at how he hasn't responded in the last hour, he comes back to you shortly after and texts back without much warning.
From: Hayato Suo
Sorry [Name] , I was out with Sakura and we got into a fight ヾ(＾∇＾)
Sent at 4:47PM
From: You
WHAT
Sent at 4:48PM
You rush to his school but when you're half way there, you bump into him on the same path that leads back to your house, meaning, he was going to you either way. You're in shock and out of breath at his state. You've never seen him that beaten up before and when he looks at you, he quickly changes his surprised expressions to his usual soft smile.
"That was quick—"
"Idiot!"
You drag him back to your house and disgracefully throw him onto your couch. The entire time, he finds it amusing watching your shaken character reach for your cabinets in desperation to heal him up quickly.
It was the first time he's ever been in a fight for that long. Usually, he's able to take down opponents within minutes and goes on to tell you about it afterwards. But the fact that it took him nearly more than one hour, you're terrified when it's the first time you've seen him the most beaten up.
You're frantic, basically begging him to tell you what happened when you're healing his wounds. At this rate, it turns into an interrogation while he answers every question you have with the right amount of explanation.
He seems far too happy when you clean up his wounds, normally it would be him healing you since he's able to go through fights without getting hit once, so when he feels your soothing touch and the way you clean every wound with precision and gentleness, he's shocked at how skilled you can be.
"I wasn't aware that you know how to heal wounds." He says raising a brow with curiosity. A small smile is formed on his lips watching you wince your eyes.
"No, of course not...! I was just worried for you!" You answer back feeling your ears go red. He surely knows how to make you lose your mind.
He stifles out a laugh, "Just teasing..." He says sticking out his tongue slightly.
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