#senior brain exercises

[rehabhealthtips-1990]

Sharp Mind, Sharper Words: Cognitive-Linguistic Exercises for Memory and Communication Enhancement in NJ

Boost memory and sharpen communication skills with targeted cognitive-linguistic exercises. This guide explores practical activities like journaling and word games to support brain health and enhance social interaction, especially for seniors.

[manuelnunezmd]

Master Your Memory: Advanced Training Techniques for the Elderly

Discover the benefits of memory training for the elderly and learn effective strategies to enhance cognitive function and mental well-being. #MemoryTraining #ElderlyCare #CognitiveHealth

Memory Training for Elderly Memory Training Matters As you grow older, working those brain muscles becomes a game-changer. Spend time with memory exercises, and you’ll notice a sizable boost in your mental flexibility and clarity. Studies have your back with evidence that exercising the old noggin makes way for better health and well-being, even if cognitive decline is knocking on the door…

[courtyard01]

Looking for ways to boost mental health for seniors? In this blog, we share the top seven brain exercise games designed to improve memory, focus, and cognitive skills. Discover how these fun and engaging games can benefit seniors, promoting better brain function and overall well-being. Perfect for enhancing daily routines.

[senior-living-apartment]

How to Reduce the Risk of Alzheimer’s in Older Adults?

As we age, concerns about maintaining brain health become increasingly important. Alzheimer’s disease is a debilitating neurodegenerative condition that affects millions of older adults worldwide. While there is currently no cure for Alzheimer’s, there are steps that can be taken to reduce the risk of developing this devastating disease. In this article, we will explore various strategies and lifestyle choices that can help mitigate the risk of Alzheimer’s in older adults.

Understanding Alzheimer’s disease

Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive brain disorder that affects memory, thinking, and behavior. It is the most common cause of dementia, accounting for about 60-80% of cases. The disease is characterized by the accumulation of amyloid plaques and tau tangles in the brain, leading to the death of brain cells and a decline in cognitive function.

Although the exact cause of Alzheimer’s is still unknown, researchers believe that a combination of genetic, environmental, and lifestyle factors contribute to its development. Age is the greatest risk factor, with the likelihood of developing Alzheimer’s doubling every five years after the age of 65. Other risk factors include a family history of the disease, certain genes, and a history of head injuries.

Reducing the risk of Alzheimer’s begins with understanding the disease and its risk factors. By being aware of the factors that contribute to its development, we can take proactive steps to minimize our risk.

The importance of brain health in reducing the risk of Alzheimer’s

Maintaining brain health is essential for reducing the risk of Alzheimer’s disease. Just like any other organ in our body, the brain needs proper care and nourishment to function optimally. By adopting a brain-healthy lifestyle, we can support cognitive function and lower the risk of Alzheimer’s.

One crucial aspect of brain health is staying mentally active. Engaging in activities that challenge the brain, such as puzzles, reading, learning a new skill, or playing musical instruments, can help strengthen neural connections and promote cognitive reserve. Research has shown that individuals who frequently participate in mentally stimulating activities have a reduced risk of developing Alzheimer’s.

Another key factor in brain health is diet and nutrition. Consuming a well-balanced diet rich in antioxidants, omega-3 fatty acids, and vitamins can help protect brain cells from damage and inflammation. Foods such as fruits, vegetables, whole grains, fish, nuts, and olive oil have been associated with a lower risk of cognitive decline.

Physical exercise also plays a significant role in reducing the risk of Alzheimer’s. Regular physical activity has been shown to improve blood flow to the brain, promote the growth of new brain cells, and enhance cognitive function. Aim for at least 150 minutes of moderate-intensity exercise per week, such as brisk walking, yoga, or cycling, to reap the brain-boosting benefits.

Lifestyle changes to reduce the risk of Alzheimer’s

In addition to mental and physical activities, certain lifestyle changes can help mitigate the risk of Alzheimer’s disease. One important aspect is maintaining social connections. Regular social interactions, such as spending time with loved ones, participating in community activities, or joining clubs and organizations, have been linked to a lower risk of cognitive decline. Social engagement provides mental stimulation, emotional support, and a sense of belonging, all of which are beneficial for brain health.

Managing chronic conditions such as diabetes or hypertension is also crucial in reducing the risk of Alzheimer’s. These conditions can affect blood flow to the brain and increase the risk of cognitive decline. By effectively managing these conditions through medication, lifestyle changes, and regular check-ups, we can minimize their impact on brain health.

Sleep and stress management are often overlooked but are equally important for brain health. Chronic sleep deprivation and high levels of stress can have detrimental effects on cognitive function and increase the risk of Alzheimer’s. Aim for 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night and explore relaxation techniques such as meditation, deep breathing, or yoga to reduce stress and promote brain wellness.

Conclusion and final thoughts

Reducing the risk of Alzheimer’s disease is a multifaceted approach that involves adopting a brain-healthy lifestyle. From staying mentally active through puzzles and brain exercises to eating a well-balanced diet rich in antioxidants, there are many ways to support brain health as we age. Physical exercise, regular social interactions, and managing chronic conditions such as diabetes or hypertension also play a significant role in reducing Alzheimer’s risk. Understanding the importance of sleep and stress management is crucial, as both factors can impact brain health.

By incorporating these strategies into our daily lives, we can take proactive steps towards reducing the risk of Alzheimer’s disease. Remember, it’s never too early or too late to start prioritizing brain health. Take charge of your brain health today and embrace a lifestyle that promotes cognitive wellness.

Disclaimer: This article is for informational purposes only and should not be considered medical advice. Always consult with a healthcare professional before making any changes to your diet or lifestyle.

[immigration-news]

There Is No Invasion

Dear Secretaries Hegeseth and Noem,

We know the truth. There is no invasion. The people coming to this country are coming from countries shattered by violence, and want nothing to do with criminal gangs. They see your broken promises to seniors, veterans, parents and workers and wonder if they should not have made some other land of freedom and opportunity their home instead. They know how painful the rule of autocrats and criminals is, and want nothing more than to be left in peace. 

Yet, on January 20, Donald Trump signed a proclamation demanding that on April 20, you recommend the deployment of the military so these peaceful people can be arrested and deported without trial. Even if they are exercising the first amendment, like the students who are being kidnapped off the streets for peaceful protest. Even if they are our closest friends, like our NATO allies being turned away at the airport for tweets that offend the president. Even if they are citizens, like the ten year old recovering from a brain tumor deported to Mexico with her whole family.

Are these your invaders? Allies? Students? The parents of dying citizen children desperately seeking our medical care? To recommend the use of the insurrection act on April 20th will end American democracy as we know it. Trump can immediately act to jail so called invaders using military force. He has already used this power to disappear people without trial, and while justice tries to claw them back from foreign prisons your staff parade them on social media. If you sign that order, if you open those floodgates, you will be remembered as the greatest traitors in American History.

The invasion at the southern border is a fantasy of an autocrat and the American People will not let you abandon our founding civil rights. If you betray the american people and sign a recommendation that insurrection be declared on that day, know that the American People will resist your illegal regime with every legal tool available.

Sincerely,

The People of the United States

[fratttymatty]

Jock'd

(All characters are 18+)

Cameron Hayes was a high school senior with two things that defined him: his love for biology and his passion for nerdy hobbies. He’d always been the type of kid who spent his afternoons reading biology textbooks, obsessing over cellular processes, and analyzing ecosystems. At 18, he was already planning to study biology at a prestigious university, and his life revolved around his love for science. But that was before one fateful night.

It all started when Cameron sat down to finish his biology homework, which was supposed to be a simple review of basic human physiology. As usual, he’d spent hours studying the material the day before, and now it was just a matter of getting the homework done before bed. His room, decorated with posters of scientific breakthroughs and his collection of rare fossils, felt like his sanctuary.

On his desk lay his open notebook, the textbook, and his phone, all with the soft hum of a lamp glowing beside him. He breezed through the first few questions—simple stuff. His mind, sharp as ever, was in its element. But then came the last question. It looked innocent enough:

"What's one form of exercise?"

Cameron didn't hesitate. He wrote down the first thing that came to mind: "Sports."

It was supposed to be a harmless answer. After all, sports were a form of exercise, right?

But the moment he finished writing, something strange happened. His head buzzed, his vision blurred, and an icy chill ran down his spine. He blinked hard, thinking maybe he was just overtired, but something was different. He felt... strange. His body seemed to tingle, like every cell was reconfiguring. He swore he heard faint laughter echoing in the air, distant, but unmistakably mocking.

Before he could even process it, his room began to warp. The walls seemed to contract, the posters of atoms and molecules turning into athletic ones, with images of football players, basketball courts, and weightlifters replacing his beloved scientific displays. A strange heat spread through his body, like he was suddenly in the middle of a workout.

His body itself was changing. His arms grew thicker, more muscular, his once slender frame becoming broader and stronger. His clothes seemed to shrink as his muscles swelled, his jeans tightening around his quads and his shirt clinging to his newly developed pecs. His hair, once a soft brown that barely fell past his ears, now grew short and spiky, and his face changed too—more defined, sharper, with a hint of arrogance.

He stumbled in front of his mirror, his heart racing in confusion. The boy looking back at him wasn’t Cameron Hayes. The reflection was of someone else—tall, strong, and undeniably attractive. His face had lost its nerdy softness, replaced by a chiseled jawline and a confident smirk that Cameron had never worn before. And most bewildering of all: the name that he now saw written on the mirror was no longer "Cameron."

It was "Kyle."

A surge of memories flooded his mind—new ones that didn’t belong to him. He remembered his high school’s football team, the parties, the beer, the girls that surrounded him, and the constant urge to be the center of attention. His brain, once filled with complex scientific concepts, now held only simple things like winning games, lifting weights, and picking up chicks. He felt... dumb.

Cameron—no, Kyle—gazed in horror at his transformation. The old him, the geeky, intelligent Cameron, felt like a distant memory, lost in the haze of his new identity. His brain just didn’t care about science or biology anymore. What mattered now was sports, looking good, and impressing people.

As he stood there, confused yet strangely satisfied by his new reflection, his phone buzzed. It was a message from one of the jocks, no doubt someone who’d gotten a laugh out of this transformation. He read it:

"Bro, you look SO ready for the football game tomorrow. Don’t worry, we’ll show you how to throw a perfect spiral."

The words didn’t even faze him. Kyle just grinned, his mind only focused on the idea of tomorrow’s game. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cared about homework. Hell, he didn’t even want to know anything about biology anymore. All he wanted was to hang out with his jock friends, hit the gym, and be the life of the party.

As he grabbed a basketball from his new collection of sporty gear, Kyle felt a surge of energy course through him. His muscles flexed, his chest puffed out proudly, and his confidence was sky-high.

He didn’t need to worry about anything anymore—no homework, no classes, no biology notes. His new life was all about being the king of the school, playing sports, and dating hot girls. And he loved it.

When Kyle walked into school the next day, every head turned. His former friends—quiet, bookish kids—now seemed like distant strangers. They watched in awe and confusion as Kyle swaggered down the hallway, laughing with his fellow jocks and getting high-fives from everyone he passed. He didn’t even remember his old friends' names, nor did he care. They weren’t part of his new world.

The old Cameron was gone, replaced by Kyle the jock, and that was just fine with him. There was no turning back now.

By the time Kyle walked through the halls of his high school the next day, he felt completely at home in his new skin. The sensation of power, of confidence, was intoxicating. Every step he took, he felt more sure of himself, more right in this new role. The people he passed seemed to admire him, their eyes following him as he swaggered down the hallway.

As he approached his first class, he bumped into Madison, the most popular girl in school. With her long blonde hair, perfect smile, and reputation for dating only the top athletes, Madison was everything Cameron had once admired from a distance. Now, she was smiling at him, and her eyes had a sparkle that made Kyle feel like he was on top of the world.

"Hey, Kyle," Madison said, her voice low and flirtatious. "I saw you at the gym yesterday. You’re looking even bigger than last week."

Kyle grinned, puffing out his chest a little. "Yeah, just trying to stay ahead of the game, you know? Got to keep the muscles strong if I want to keep winning."

Madison giggled, her hand brushing his arm as if she was already claiming him. "I like a guy who works hard," she said, clearly impressed by his new look—and more so by his jock swagger.

Kyle’s new brain buzzed with excitement, and he leaned in a little, his voice oozing confidence as he responded, "Well, I don’t just work hard, babe, I dominate."

It felt so natural. Too natural.

Madison laughed again, this time a little more flirtatiously, and Kyle felt the old Cameron—deep down, in the quiet corners of his mind—shudder. But he didn’t care. He was Kyle now.

The bell rang, and as they made their way to class, Madison slid her arm through his, leaning in close to him as they walked. Kyle smiled smugly, enjoying the attention, enjoying the way people looked at them with envy.

Later that afternoon, Kyle met up with his jock buddies in the cafeteria, his tray piled high with a ridiculous amount of food. They were already at their usual table, laughing and tossing around their footballs. Kyle was one of the guys now, and it felt like he was finally where he belonged.

"Yo, Kyle!" Tom, the quarterback, shouted when Kyle walked up, slapping him on the back. "Madison was totally checking you out, man. You’ve got her hooked. She was practically drooling over you."

Kyle chuckled, running a hand through his freshly spiked hair. "Yeah, she’s been eyeing me for a while. What can I say? I’m irresistible."

His friends all laughed in agreement, nodding enthusiastically.

"Dude, you’ve got everything," another guy, Mike, added. "The muscles, the looks, the girls. Seriously, it’s like you were born to be a jock."

Kyle threw his head back, laughing, and for a moment, he actually felt like he was on top of the world. "Hell yeah, man. That’s because I don’t waste time on stupid stuff. I’ve got priorities, you know?"

The guys nodded in agreement, each of them trying to one-up each other with stories of parties, girls, and who’d bench-pressed the most at the gym.

Kyle’s new personality had already become a perfect fit for this crowd. He found himself throwing out one-liners about how much he hated studying, mocking anyone who wasn’t in sports, and bragging about how he could easily pick up a girl just by showing off his abs.

The old Cameron—the one who loved discussing the complexities of plant biology and how to identify different species of insects—seemed like a memory from a distant life. Now, he was the guy cracking jokes about how much homework he’d skipped or how much he could drink without puking.

And as the conversation shifted to tonight’s football game, Kyle grinned even wider. This was it. The peak of high school glory.

"After we crush these guys on the field, we’re gonna hit up Joey’s party," Kyle said with a smirk. "You know, get some drinks, talk to some babes. Maybe even let them take a selfie with me."

The guys laughed and cheered, high-fiving each other. They didn’t even seem to care that the game wasn’t for a few hours. They were all already living for the after-party, and that was enough.

And then, as if on cue, Madison showed up, leaning in from behind and slipping her arm around his waist. "Hey, Kyle," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready for tonight? You can show me how many push-ups you can do with me on top of you."

The table erupted in hoots and laughs, and Kyle felt an unfamiliar sense of pride flood him. Madison was his. She was smiling at him, wanting him, and all of his jock friends were jealous.

"Yeah," Kyle replied coolly, "I think tonight’s gonna be a good night."

And just like that, he realized: he didn’t care anymore. The old Cameron, the one who loved biology and was obsessed with books, was a distant, pointless memory. What mattered now was sports, muscles, parties, and making everyone around him know that he was the king of this school.

As Madison kissed him on the cheek, her fingers tracing his abs, Kyle couldn’t help but smirk. This was the life. And there was no going back. Not that he wanted to.

[wheneverfeasible]

Wiggly Wednesday?

The brain worms are here again.

I honestly hate Christmas and avoid doing too much for it. However, an idea came to me suddenly and I can’t stop thinking about…

Secret Santa Steddie AU.

In one of Steve’s high school classes senior year, they’re assigned a Secret Santa project. They all put their names in a Santa hat and have to draw one out (returning it for another if it’s their own) and that’s the person they have to secretly give a gift to, either homemade or purchased, but there’s a cap of like…whatever the equivalent of $20 today is back then. Idk.

This is supposed to be a team building type of exercise, something to foster camaraderie, after say maybe a huge argument/fight broke out between Tommy and his group and the Freak, Eddie Munson, as well as some other nerds. Steve is exhausted and doesn’t care for Tommy’s bullshittery anymore, so he didn’t really get involved, though Eddie did throw a few digs his way. Which was hurtful but probably deserved.

Anyways, Steve draws out Eddie’s name.

For the next week or so the last fifteen minutes of class are devoted to questionnaires and such where the students answer questions about themselves directly or they fill in answers to widely asked questions, all used to let the Secret Santas learn about their recipients. Some people take it more seriously than others.

Steve gets to know more about Eddie, who is more blasé about it all, obviously not expecting anyone to give him something good (if they give him anything at all) since he has no friends in the class and most people don’t like him. So Steve, who has never paid Eddie any amount of attention before in the past but has been now and finds himself intrigued, starts observing Eddie outside of class.

Steve knows he could buy Eddie something music related. An easy cop-out gift. But the more he observes Eddie, the more he gets to see the tiny cracks in the Freak persona whenever he spies on him, sees the nerdy but also kind person beneath the leather jacket. And…okay…maybe he starts to develop a sort of crush without realizing that’s what happens.

Maybe he bribes other nerds about Hellfire Club and Eddie and makes certain they don’t squeal about him asking (he doesn’t realize he comes off as threatening, he just thinks he’s being urging), maybe he hears Eddie mention things and then he goes and asks Dustin what they mean, learning it’s from a book series about midgets and some jewelry or whatever, and so an idea forms.

While shuttling the kids about after school, Steve asks Will if he’d be willing to draw something for him, which Steve would pay him for. Will, obviously excited because it’s his first commission job and Steve pays him fairly, agrees.

(Steve may also purchase a patch at the record store they stop at—Will’s request as he wants to buy something for Jonathan—because it reminds him of Eddie, but that doesn’t matter.)

Yadda yadda ya, it’s time to exchange gifts. The teacher has allowed them to drop them off leading up to the Friday before winter vacation to keep the mystery alive.

When Eddie gets his, he’s expecting something more like a prank gift. Instead, he’s gifted a colored drawing (sadly not enough time for a painting) of Eddie dressed as someone named something like Spider or Arrow Gone or whatever, Steve doesn’t really know, but it’s him fighting off a horde of monster things with a flaming eyeball in the background and further back is an erupting volcano.

Steve doesn’t know what the hell is going on, not really able to absorb the massive info dump Dustin gave him, but Will assured Steve that the dude was cool and the battle depicted was awesome and important when he dropped off his old yearbook for model reference. Will’s opinion was enough for Steve of course. He just hoped Eddie liked it, and the patch that he rolled up with the picture.

Eddie is, of course, gobsmacked and trying his hardest not to show it. He scans the classroom to try to figure out who could have given him such an amazing gift, but no one even looks at him. There’s no way he would ever suspect the truth.

Steve ended up getting a can of Farrah Fawcett spray, which everyone laughed at and assumed was a joke gift for a jock, but Steve noticed a small twitch of a smile on Tommy’s face, the only one besides Dustin now who knows his secret.

Later, Eddie’s battle vest is adorned with the patch he received in his gift, a red and black Leviathan cross, but Steve doesn’t know what happened to the drawing. He hopes it didn’t get trashed.

It’s not until later, after everything with Vecna and recovering what was salvageable from the trailer, that he found the picture safely secured behind a glass frame hidden in Eddie’s room. It’s only then that Steve realizes that he might have been a little bit in love with Eddie “the Freak” Munson all this time.

~

Aaaaaaaah sorry this is a little bit of a nebulous ending here. Does this story follow canon and Eddie is dead, never knowing who his Secret Santa is? Or is Eddie recovering from his injuries, fated to recognize Will’s art style and thus learning the truth behind one of his most prized possessions? Who’s to say 🤷

I’m just gonna tag my perma list because I’m lazy. Anyone can be happy to consider this a tag for their own future brain worms tho!

Hostage Hotties:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife

@everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes

[robin-evry]

I have no idea if this has already been done(I assume not since I was scrolling through your posts) but what about a Topaz or Jade!Yuu? Either one is fine!

So if usually when I have to choose between two characters, I usually just do both but if one of the characters has already been requested with someone I'll do the other since there's no one request jade and topaz I'll do both

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐙!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🐖🪙

Topaz is the Leader of the Special Debts Picket Team and high-level manager of the Strategic Investment Department under the Interastral Peace Corporation. A member of the "Ten Stonehearts" at a young age, Topaz's foundational expertise is "debt retrieval." Her partner, the Warp Trotter "Numby," is also capable of keenly perceiving where "riches" are located, ensuring that jobs based in security, debt collection, and actuarial varieties are of no great challenge. At presently they are traveling the cosmos together, seeking all manner of liability disputes that might be affecting the stable progression of the IPC's businesses.

Manages the finance of nrc, always could be seen with a note pad or a clip board calculating the finance of the school for Crowley not to mention help him calculate the school taxes because he's unable to do basic math.

Approaches everything in nrc like a business venture. Whether it's securing better living conditions at ramshackle or negotiating with vargas to lower PE requirements, they always have a strategy.

Constantly takes notes on people, labeling them by "risk level," "investment potential," and "market value" (to their frustration). Not to mention they would occasionally go around the School and calculate the market value of stuff, they are wondering why Crowley keeps some useless artifacts when he could auction it to get more funds for school.

When interacting with other students, topaz!yuu mentally calculates their “value.” “How useful would they be in a future deal?”, topaz!yuu assessment of their friends can be surprisingly accurate like how Riddle is a “great brand ambassador” or how Cater has “untapped influencer potential.”

Sam and Azul would seek their assistants as long topaz!yuu got a cut of the price, not to mention topaz!yuu would buy the most randomized things in Sam shop and resell it online with a higher price for their own personal money and it actually works

At school first opinion of numby was "What the hell is that" which hurt his feelings. Numby could always be seen with topaz!yuu following them around, assisting them with work or school or just for emotional support.

Sometimes when numby disappear and they would bring back treasure for topaz!yuu, this managed to catch the attention of ruggie and he would start to follow the warp trotter to get some treasure for himself.

Topaz!yuu excels at math people would already consider them to be a human calculator and manage to count complex equations within a second. Sometimes when the lessons become boring topaz!yuu would do some brain exercise counting stuff in their head.

Although topaz!yuu appears all business on the outside, deep down, they make investments based on loyalty and emotional connection. They’ll always back up their friends or team members, offering free magical items or advice without asking for anything in return—though they’d never admit it.

Topaz!yuu is like those types of kid who use their resources to trade stuff from other students, like a bag of oreos can be worth a pudding cup and an apple juice type of kid, they could be found trading some of their lunch for better so they don't have to spend extra for lunch.

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🐍📜

A senior manager in the IPC Strategic Investment Department and one of the Ten Stonehearts, known for her cornerstone "Jade of Credit." A cold and elegant moneylender, she is skilled at understanding the human heart, with a personal hobby called "Bonajade Exchange." She's willing to wait patiently for high-value acquisitions and adept at extracting value from seemingly destitute clients.

A puppeteer, jade!yuu is working as a manager for Crowley, leading them to have an upper hand over him so they could manipulate the school towards their own whim.

Do you guys know that one episode of nanno that she rent a room from the school and grants wishes for students no matter how big it is, that's jade!yuu basically but they will always seek for something as equal to value as the wish. They excel at understanding the desires and weaknesses of others, always seeking an opportunity to trade, negotiate, or use information to their advantage.

Jade!Yuu always have a larger plan in mind, both in terms of their academic endeavors and social interactions. They would often see the potential outcomes of situations before anyone else, and their subtle guidance could influence the choices of those around them. Whether it’s orchestrating complex schemes or navigating complicated friendships, Jade!Yuu knows how to play the long game.

They would have a particular interest in setting up profitable ventures, whether it's managing the finances of Ramshackle Dorm, organizing events, or offering magical services that people can’t resist. Their financial knowledge and ability to bargain would make them a formidable opponent in anything involving resources or trade. But In return they always seek as an equal value towards the wish.

Unlike Azul whose wish making could only reach the school grounds, jade!yuu ability to grant wish is much bigger you want your family name to be bigger and sign a deal with jade!yuu and the wish will be granted their ability is on a larger scale. They would act as a manager or consultant for other students, offering tips on everything from enhancing personal style to perfecting their magical abilities. Their network would be impressive, though they keep their cards close to the chest, rarely showing their true intentions.

They could easily be a behind-the-scenes orchestrator, pulling the strings to help others, but always with the intention of gaining something in return, whether it’s a favor, knowledge, or leverage.

Azul would try to crack them but impossible, jade!yuu seems to be able to predict his moves without issues. And when a group of rally students are unsatisfied with the outcome of the deal is trying to beat up them, jade!yuu would summon their pet snake to deal with them. Many rumors say that jade!yuu snake is also an exchange they got.

Just to be warned there will always be a price, jade!yuu would want something that is equal price as the wish you ask for them so when you fall, you will fall hard. A student wishes to be great at everything soon loses dies everything and is forced out of nrc, this is the consequence of their deal.

[neuvilette-tea-party]

₊ ˙ ⊹Steb x F!reader₊ ˙ ⊹

Headcanons Pre-Relationship part 2 SFW

Part 1

Again, I do not understand the logistics of this format. Starts as headcanon and finishes as a fanfic!

Request open for Best boy Steb <3

Steb pulls all-nighters with you when your exam to become a proper medic approaches, he writes tests and quizzes for you to take, preparing you a warm cup of coffee while your brain steams with focus. He takes time to correct them himself and highlights what you should focus on and what subject you mastered. 

He takes turns with the other Senior Medics to supervise revision sessions with the other junior medics at the barracks. He gives time to everyone but takes a little more time for you as your mentor. It’s less fun when it’s not him supervising the group you realize... You always push yourself more when he is around to show him how far you’ve gone under his tutelage. 

You want to make him proud! Sometimes you wonder if you work so hard for your own accomplishment or just for him to smile proudly your way...  

As stress rises in your veins he keeps an eye on your caffeine consumption, your sleep, if you eat properly, if you exercise enough... 

Steb takes out his collection of past papers he studied for his own exam to help you, he clocks you on the tracks, on the obstacles race, and meticulously notes down the various results of your training to make graphs for you to study after. 

With his mutism and stern expression you could think he is cold and haughty but he takes a lot of his free time to help and support you, and you are infinitely grateful for that. Rare are the mentors who go so far for their juniors. 

When he goes on a mission with Loris and Maddie you get bored and feel unmotivated... You need to feel his presence around, hear him moving his chess or Go pieces on a board, and the exasperated sighs of his defeated adversaries. 

Or just... Smell his salted musk when he walks beside you... You mentally slap yourself!  

Why is it so hard when he is not around ??! You let your face fall against your open book with a long tired grumble 

You immediately light up when he finally returns to the barracks safe and sound! Relieved and overjoyed. 

Steb will let you punch and kick his boxing mitts to your heart’s content and spare with you after each study session to relieve tension. Maddie grumbles that you stopped sparing with her and that each time she proposes you approve and go straight to Steb to invite him to join. You have no defense against her accusation. 

Do you really do that? Surely she’s wrong! 

Judo, boxing, taekwondo, kick-boxing, ect... You enter the ring together to throw yourself at each other, making the other fall or give up. Steb demonstrates impressive strength in those moments, locking you in his grasp and lifting you up to make you roll over his shoulder and back so easily that you start finding it ridiculous and frankly a tad insulting sometimes! It’s true you saw him supporting Loris’ weight several times without help. But still! 

But the most complicated for you to manage is when he ends up on top of you, his entire body pressed against yours, counting the regular 5 seconds to announce the round’s victor. He is so close you can smell his musk going straight to your head... making you gulp. 

His body is so pleasantly warm too... Maybe you should not think that when your mentor is pressed against you... 

You leave the ring exhausted and with muscles screaming. Steb notices and gently massages your shoulder, pin-points your muscle knots, and applies expert pressure to make them disappear. You cannot help but moan with relief, his touch is nothing short of magical and immediately all your tension melts away. 

When you turn to thank him you discover his cheeks tinted with a rosy shade. Loris asked him if he had a fever later in the evening. 

Steb is patiently waiting for you at the barracks doors to wish you luck when the exam is here, his hand on your shoulder and a tight cheering smile. You smile at him and place your hand on his gently “Whether I succeed or not, I could not have gone so far without your help, Steb! Thank you so much!” 

Whether pleased or traumatized by that touch, he is for sure bewildered by that sudden proximity.  

You hug Maddie and do your super secret handshake with Loris, Steb doesn’t lose a crumb of those two interactions. He feels strangely... displeased about it, almost... jealous. He observes his hand, feeling the ghost of your touch lingering. 

He keeps you in his mind during the examination, silently cheering you in his mind, losing track of the conversations with Maddie during their patrols. He knows which trials happen on which day, the precise hours, and even who the judges are. He had to refuse a position as a judge because you participated in this year’s examination, but he wanted to be here to see you perform!   

You’re allowed one call in the evening after the exam and before dinner and you do not call your family, nor your friends. You call Steb. 

He is eating in the canteen when someone warns him that someone’s on the phone for him. Him! The one who never utters a word! He picks up the phone with questions but instantly recognizes your respiration. It is ingrained in his memory. 

“...Hi, Steb!” You finally manage to articulate with your heart drumming so hard you are sure he can hear it through the phone. “...Hi.” He breathe back, feeling a bit gauche all of a sudden, but also very light. “I don’t want to take too much of your free time, I just wanted to retell you my day and how the trial went!” you explain with an audible smile in your voice. 

This is a delightful sound to his ears, he cannot refrain his cheek scales from waving. 

He doesn’t speak, only revels in your voice. He hums in response, signaling you that he listens to whatever you’re saying, leaning against the wall, hanging at each of your words, drinking any sound escaping your lips. Soon, too soon, you must hang out but you promise to call him back tomorrow. “Promise?” is the only word he said during that entire conversation, but by all the Gods of Runeterra he means this one. “Yes, I promise.” 

“The call was only for you?!” Maddie demands. It only now occurs to Steb that you did not ask him to bring Maddie or Loris to the phone... Nor did it even cross his mind! He shrugs at her, keeping the memory of your voice close to his heart while she grumbles. Loris, ever the diplomat, only asks Steb to transmit his greetings to you if you call back. 

You call him each day and each day he grows more and more impatient to hear your voice once more, your absence getting intolerable to him. 

He isn’t feeling like himself, like a piece of him is missing ... He is as stern as usual, but his ears hang unusually low like his shoulders, breaking the usually straight line of his posture. 

He fiddles with his chess pawns instead of placing them, reads the same paragraph several times without noticing, isn’t interested in finding another card game partner, and catches his mind deriving towards your face and the musical notes of your laughs without his consent... Sometimes he turns to look behind him when he doesn’t hear your footsteps at his side, forgetting you are not here. With him... 

Maddie and Loris look at him with circumspection while he stirs his dish with no intention to eat. “How much time since the exams started?” She asks, “6 days?” Loris responds, “Do you think he will survive the 3 weeks?”. She winces, unsure. They look at him suddenly standing up and heading towards the phone room in anticipation of your call. “He tries to hide it but he always has a struck dumb sparkle in his eyes when he comes back!” She comments in a truther tone, “He is hopeless at that point.”, “You are harsh Maddie. He has the face of a blessed man.” Loris retorts “I wonder more if (Y/n) Is aware...”, Maddie fixes the door Steb went through, squinting, “...No. I do not think so. He is too reserved to let it transpire.”, “He seems pretty transparent right now...” Loris notes. 

Steb comes back 45 min later with a dying smile on his lips but unable to hide his sparkling eyes. Maddie observes him silently before proposing, “You should Take (Y/n) on a date Steb! I know a superb bar with secret bedrooms, if you come from me the owner will make you a price!” Steb stops dead in his movements, his hand on the back of his chair, not even seated while he fixes her, mouth agape. He slams his hands on the table his ears shaking like a leaf, his cheeks fins undulating while a red shade spreads on his cheek.  

He tries to look offended, outraged even... But for now, he just looks busted! Maddie never lets that down, reminding him every day, and keeping him on his toes with a satisfied grin. Finally some tea on the Vastaya, she was starting to feel parched with all his secrecy and modesty. 

Maddie throws herself at you at the end of the third week, squeezing you so hard she lifts you up in the air, giving a discreet side eye at Steb, taunting him. You yelp with the lack of air in your lungs, “Hi, Maddie! I missed you too!”, “Oh, we were DYING to have you back, sweet thing. Someone left themself rot in despair!” She drops, grinning, while Steb raises an eyebrow at that comment. You chuckle together as she puts you down. You do the secret handshake with Loris before embracing him too, “I missed you, gremlin.” He lets you know gently, “Me too, Big Man!”. You turn to Steb with a beating heart, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, refraining from a big idiotic smile and a stupid blissful giggle to be near your... The Aquatic Vastaya, you correct yourself in your mind. 

You’re about to greet him politely when Maddie puts her elbow on his shoulder to lean on him with a satisfied grin, “Steb is desperate to ask you something.” Steb frowns at her, making her grin even more, “Don’t you, crickets?” She laughs as Steb gently pushes her away from him, Loris puts a finger against his mouth, pulling her towards the inside of the building to leave you both alone.  

You clasp your hands behind your back, feeling giddy in front of the tall man of your dreams. He looks at you silently like he does not know what to do with himself, rolling his hands into fists and relaxing them several times while he clears his throat. ‘’I do not have the results yet, if that’s what you want to know.’’ You explain with a laugh, feeling your body temperature skyrocketing just by his mere presence. 

Dear gods how you missed him, you realize. Steb blinks his third eyelids, letting his gaze detail your face that you feel growing hotter by the second. He suddenly gasps, noticing something. He tilts your head gently with his delicate hands and brushes a fresh cut on your cheek. You smile, ‘’My medal for the obstacle race in the woods! A branch slapped me.’’ You feel the tips of his fingers tracing the shallow cut almost tenderly, his worry visible on his face as the tips of his ears twitch. He opens his chest pouch and applies a band-aid on the ridiculously shallow cut like it was gushing out blood. You snigger as he lets the tips of his fingers trace your face from the cut to your chin, concern brewing in his ocean eyes. 

“I am ready for missions once again thanks to you!” You exclaim warmly, making him smile a bit, his cheek fins waving. “So what did you want to ask?” you refocus the moment. He blinks his third eyelid and takes a card off his chest pocket that he hands you. “Mmmmmh... Oh! An exposition cafe!” You read, “I never went to this one! You want to see the exposition with me?”. Steb nods, “And why would you want that?” You nudge him with a grin, “To celebrate my survival?” 

Steb feels his heart sprinting, he is not yet ready to face his sentiments and even less reveal them to you, whatever they are... If you pry too much, he might crumble. 

“Count me in, I love testing new cafes.” You bury your hopes behind a flashing smile, you’re probably imagining things... Your sweet mentor probably already has someone! You do not know if he noticed but you saw several people fawning at him in his back... How could you be mad at them for that? 

You’ll go as friends, and that is already nice! No need to stress yourself. 

“I can’t believe you really gave him the card of that love hotel posing as a cafe...” Loris chastises Maddie, “You should thank me! He was pitiful during those three weeks, he needs to make a move! You saw yourself how (Y/n) was looking at him, I say we’ll soon have interesting news, all thanks to ME! You are welcome, big guy!” She nudges him, internally praying for you both to not fuck it up and ruin her fun... 

[nakahras]

𓇼 ˖° dimples • multi character

synopsis • you’re surrounded by stupid men with cute dimples, it’s a tragedy

warnings • all: lower case intentional, fem!reader • chuuya’s: intoxication (alcohol), slight spoilers for stormbringer

wc • 4.4k

a/n • writing for characters other than chuuya and dazai (even tho i snuck both of them in there 💀) was refreshing. i had sm fun with all of these

ada: kunikida (wc 767)

it’s been almost eight hours of torture and you’re not even close to being finished with the mountain of work this stupid sack of bandages and bones has let pile up. it’s been especially bad this month, he usually tries to keep up the first week or so but from the looks of it, with this month that wasn’t the case. the worst part of it all? you don’t even get to leave the office until the brunette has all of his backed up work completed and at the rate you’re going you’ll both be here for the rest of the week. you wish you were exaggerating but you don’t think you are. last month atsushi was stuck in the office for a full 32 hours. the poor boy didn’t speak to dazai for almost a week after that, having had his fill for a lifetime.

your eye is twitching and your head is throbbing. you’ve been stuck next to dazai for almost eight whole hours due to having literally drawn the short straw. each month all the detectives, excluding ranpo since he’s just as bad, draw straws to help dazai catch up on his neglected paperwork and unfortunately this month was your turn. 

you let out another long sigh, at this rate you’ll pass out from the breathing exercises before you finish all of this work. your glasses are propped low on your nose, index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of it in irritation. dazai is currently humming his double suicide song and leaning dangerously far back in his desk chair. 

just as an idea stampedes across your mind, kunikida, not even looking up from his laptop, speaks up. “if you keep leaning back in that chair, you rock-for-brains, you’re going to fall and hit your head. god knows you don’t need to take any more damage to that screwy brain of yours.”

you can’t help but to let out a snort as you look over to see obvious offense on the brunette's face. it’s rare that kunikida’s outlandish comments towards dazai surprise you anymore, but it’s almost as if the blonde had read your mind. you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling further when dazai gives you an accusatory glance before directing his attention back to the senior detective.

“awww are you worried about me, kunikida-kun? that’s so sweet of you. i’m not clumsy enough to fall from leaning back in my chair like this though. i’ve mastered the art!” as if to demonstrate, dazai leans way back, far more dangerously than he had previous to this conversation. 

without thinking you lean over and push on dazai’s chair, knowing the only result being him tumbling to the floor. “oh, have you now.”

in the split second before his demise, the brunette looks at you with an expression of utter betrayal. it’s like it happens in slow motion, you watch the betrayal flash into horror and then finally acceptance settles in his features as the back of his chair hits the ground and dazai clashes with the floor. a loud crash resounds across the office and everyone is too stunned to move let alone make a noise. not even a moment later dazai is groaning and lets out a pathetic whine. 

before he can open his mouth to complain verbally you’re both startle by a loud chortle coming from behind you. your eyes widen at the foreign noise falling from the usually stoic or angry blonde. you watch in wonder as his lips are stretched into a rare smile and his flushed cheeks display deep crevices. they’re dimples, you’ve never seen kunikida smile this widely, so you’ve never noticed them until now. something in your stomach flutters at the sight and you can’t help but to smile at him in astonishment. 

when kunikida settles down, clutching his stomach, he’s still smiling as he removes his glasses and wipes the tears from his eyes. as he places the metal frames back on his face his gaze seeks you out and when it settles on you his face is one of shock to find you already staring at him in amazement. you watch him closely, scrutinizing his expressions to see if you really never noticed the signs of dimples decorating his cheeks before. 

kunikida clears his throat awkwardly and composes himself. “what is it?”

you let out an airy laugh and shake your head while offering him a reassuring smile. “it’s nothing really…i just never noticed before, kunikida, but you have dimples. you should smile more often, they suit you.”

pm: chuuya (wc: 1.1k)

you hardly ever drink, if at all. the most you’ll have in a sitting is a glass of whatever’s offered to you. you usually sip at it slowly, nursing that one drink for the rest of the night. 

…but tonight…

tonight is certainly different. you’re celebrating the close defeat of fyodor and the decay of angels with the armed detective agency of all people. the surprising collaboration had bonded so many of your people together that it was only right to celebrate as one. the defeat was, after all, all of yours. 

despite the celebratory mood, you currently find yourself in a predicament. as one of the port mafia’s physicians it’s easy to fly under the radar at an event much like this one, but the ada’s doctor took a special liking to you and has been feeding you shot after shot of saki to shoot with her. at this rate, you won’t even be able to see straight enough to hook yourself up to an iv before passing out after this. you don’t even want to know what kind of headache you’ll have in the morning if you can’t stay hydrated.

you need to find a reason to excuse yourself before you’re roped into taking your sixth shot of the night. 

you scan the vicinity, everything blurring at the edges. your eyes zero in on the one person you’ve actually wanted to speak to all night. you haven’t seen him since he came back from europe. you missed him. the thought makes you cringe internally at the involuntary thought. you wonder how much you look like a love sick puppy because suddenly yosano is leaning in and whispering, very indiscreetly might you add.

“oho! am i keeping you from a special someone? go on, i can find another drinking buddy…” the woman doesn’t even give you a chance before she’s waving the bottle of saki and zeroing in on the blonde with glasses whose name you never bothered to learn. “kunikida! come here!”

you take a breath and try your best not to stumble over to where the ginger is observing something to his left, clearly amused. when you get about 3 meters from him, his head snaps over to you and his small smile stretches into a bigger fond one. his eyes soften and he reaches out to steady you.

god, you almost forgot how truly gorgeous this man is.

“looks like you had too much fun with the agency’s doctor there.” the second his smile widens you’re a goner, your mind becomes even more foggy and your legs wobbly.

you smile proudly at chuuya and you think you must look ridiculous because he lets out a chuckle that puts his single dimple on full display. “were you keeping tabs on me, chuuya nakahara?”

your words are a little slurred, even though it’s not very noticeable, they still come out more jumbled than you previously thought they would. if you had the decency you’d flinch at it but your inhibitions are a little scarce right now. you don’t even have the decency to feel embarrassed. 

what’s even worse is chuuya catches the way your eyes scan his figure, gaze lingering on features that should be left for a private setting. you’re absolutely shameless and you’re not even that inebriated. your ogling is put to an end when your eyes meet his own again. his grin wide and smug. 

once again, you’re consumed by how stunning he is.

“i was…been waiting all night for that doctor to leave you alone. it’s been a while, doll. how’ve you been?” chuuya reaches out to straighten your hair by tucking your loose strands behind your hair, you don’t miss the way he lets his hand linger before pulling away and letting his arm drop back to his side.

you hum contentedly and shrug. “i’ve been overworked and worried. but…i’m glad it’s finally over and you’re back. i’m glad you’re safe.”

trying to change the subject, you hone in on the small indent that’s settled on his face from smiling so much and chuuya gives you a confused look but he doesn’t question you just yet. 

“y’know, you only have one dimple and i think,” you reach up and poke at the small crater in his cheek. “it’s the cutest thing ever.”

a fit of giggles falls from your lips and chuuya swears that somehow between when you walked over and now you had time to sneak in stealing his heart. something in his stomach flutters and his hands twitch, begging to hold onto you. chuuya tilts his head back, effectively making your hand fall from his face and downs the rest of his wine.

you watch in amusement, enjoying the way your words have clearly affected him. maybe drinking as much as you did wasn’t such a bad idea after all. you never would have said something like that to the world’s strongest ability user otherwise. you’ve harbored affection for the ginger since doc, your mentor, was still alive. you can practically hear albatross in your ear, teasing you for your, at the time, small crush. 

you’re brought out of your melancholy thoughts when chuuya’s gloved hand wraps around your wrist and he pulls you into him. you stumble and fall into the gravity manipulator. you let out a noise of complaint, ready to voice your qualms but it all dies on your tongue as it goes dry when you notice the tantalizing look on chuuya’s face.

“you’re callin’ me cute? you?” chuuya leans in, he’s so close you can smell the faint scent of wine and cigarettes on his breath.

you swallow thickly and look away, face now flushed from more than just the alcohol. “what d’you mean by that…”

the ginger leans in impossibly closer, his lips now brushing yours but before he can even say anything, an airy and teasing voice is calling out for the executive. 

“chuuya! i’ve been looking all over for you, don’t tell me you were avoiding me? and here i thought we had patched things up back at the prison.”

chuuya’s brown eye twitches as his head turns to find a tall brunette with a simpering smile. it takes you a moment but you realize this is someone you know, someone who you haven’t seen or heard from since you were 18, dazai osamu. you aren’t exactly in the mood for a reunion, your face still flushing from what just transpired between you and the executive.

you try to escape but chuuya’s grip on your wrist only tightens. a clear nonverbal for you to stay put. despite suddenly feeling stone cold sober, you have a sneaky feeling you’re still going to be missing that iv tonight.

guild: mark twain (wc: 738)

this standstill is agonizing, you’re so bored. you’ve been stuck on the moby dick for what seems like ages and yet you still haven’t been given an assignment by francis. you feel useless, like you’ve just been twiddling your thumbs — hell, even poe has had a role to play in all of this. 

it’s so incredibly frustrating.

you sit on the floor of the sunroom, you thought basking in the sunlight might help your mood. you thought wrong. you’ve been sulking for the last hour, maybe longer, just huffing and puffing as if someone was there. you let out another sigh and dramatically flop to the ground and onto your back as you hear someone approaching. 

you look up to find a pair of sandal clad feet far too close to your face for comfort. you grimace and quickly sit back up to get away from the offending appendages. you previously had wanted some company, at least then it would be less agonizing. but you’re filled with dread when you decide your mood is far too sour to be entertaining anyone at the moment. 

you glare at the ginger looming over you.

“get those dogs away from me.” you cross your legs and your face twists further in annoyance when you’re met with an amused expression.

a chuckle falls from his lips as he plops himself on the floor next to you. “someone’s in a cheery mood today.”

you roll your eyes and contemplate ignoring the young man altogether. of course you’re in a shit mood, you’re bored, you’ve been bored since you got to japan. you’re not even allowed to explore the area. you tried sneaking out but that damn priest caught you and tattled. you almost lose your temper just thinking about it.

“hey,” your internal rage is halted by mark trying to capture your attention. “where’d ya go just now?”

you let out a groan and flop back onto the floor. usually mark has a knack for fishing you out of your own thoughts but you don’t think even he can help today. you’d asked permission again to go explore and once again francis denied you. you feel like a bird, caged in, wings clipped so you’re unable to fly. being cooped up like this is driving you insane and you think mark can sense it because he stops pressing and lays down with you. 

you both lay in silence for a bit and your tense muscles finally begin to relax. maybe this wasn’t so bad, basking in the sun alone was sad, but having someone to do it with…it’s nice. you’ve suddenly forgotten why you were so worked up.

the peaceful moment only lasts a few moments. a familiar and mischievous voice rings close to your ear and you start. “he’s been worried about ya, y’know?”

“tom?!” both you and the ginger cry out in unison.

you sit up and look over at mark incredulously. he’s never accidentally activated the boys before, his control always being pretty impressive actually. your lips part slightly as you notice the embarrassed pout that stretches his lips down. the frown bringing out the dimples on his cheeks, making them far more apparent than they are when he smiles. 

it takes a moment but tom’s words sink in, when they do you let out a snort that has mark giving you a mortified look. tom is perched on your shoulder, snickering along with you. mark glares at the small apparition and releases his ability cutting off his snickering. 

you look over to mark with a smug grin. “so, you’ve been worried about me, huh?”

you let out a chuckle as the ginger groans. suddenly your sour mood melts away and you’re left with a sweet aftertaste. your grin is wide and reaches your eyes, making them crinkle at the edges. your chest feels lighter, a weight that’s been sitting in your rib cage since departing the states finally being relieved and you have mark twain to thank for that. you watch as his frown stays clearly plastered on his features. you shake your head at him.

“ah, c’mon, mark. y’know i’m only teasing you. although i should do it more often, that frown brings out those adorable dimples of yours even more than a smile does…”

mark offers you an offended side eye but he can’t hide the blush that dusts the apple of his cheeks at your words.

hunting dogs: tachihara (wc 1k) 

“tecchou could be charming… if it weren’t for his strange…quirks.” you snicker at jouno’s quip, never missing the chance to insult the brunette. 

you hum, a smirk stretching at your lips. “okay, mr. ‘i like to piss people off for fun’, you’re just as bad.”

the blind man turns his head towards your voice and scowls in your direction. your smile widens, pleased with ticking him off. playing his game better than him is always so exhilarating. jouno always gives you some of the best reactions . 

your captain belts out a hearty laugh. the older man himself had started this conversation. apparently he’d been shot down and came into your meeting room with his ears drooped and tail between his legs. charm. that is the subject at hand, which of you have the most charm. it started with fukuchi insisting on his “boyish charm” despite his age. the man is clearly in denial but trying to convince him of that is pointless, you would know, you’ve tried. 

jouno hisses, “as if you’re any better.”

“i am. why do you think i’m the member fukuchi sends out for negotiations, my dear jouno?” you snicker when the pale man turns his nose up at you and clicks his tongue, knowing you’d won.

it’s been a while since all of you had been summoned together. despite the bickering you’re excited to see your colleagues altogether in one room. you’re especially giddy to see a certain redhead who’s been undercover with the port mafia for almost 2 years now. you’ve missed 2 of his birthdays, he must look older now. you wonder just how much the young man has grown since the last time you saw him — as a boy. you were still young too, you still are, younger than him at the very least. not by much of course but it’s enough to make you the second youngest member of the hunting dogs. 

the last time you saw tachihara, the two of you fought. you begged him, pleaded with him to not take the assignment with the port mafia. it was dangerous and you knew about his personal grudge against its leader. but he didn’t listen, he made a promise to you, though. he promised to come back to you in one piece. 

you impatiently wait to see if he kept his promise. 

you’re pulled out of your thoughts by fukuchi. “ah, we almost forgot about the other two. what do you think of teruko.”

you and jouno share a look. teruko has never been the most agreeable…and that’s putting it lightly. her attitude is arrogant at best. sure, when she loves, she loves with her entire being but that’s a rare instance and it takes time to get there with the girl.

“why don’t we skip over her and move on to tachihara…” jouno looks almost pained at having to avoid the topic altogether.

luckily you’re both saved by the meeting room door opening and 3 other figures walking in. you sit up straight, watching as tecchou strides in first. your breath hitches when a smaller figure walks in with another larger one. you can feel the look jouno is casting your way, knowing well he felt the way your heartbeat began to race, the way your breath caught in your throat, and the way you tremble with nerves. 

you were right. he does look older, but most importantly he still looks just as handsome. maybe even more so than before. you also notice he’s grown into his uniform, unlike the baggy uniform he wore the last time you saw him, this one fits him perfectly.

instead of greeting everyone else (you suppose this wasn’t the first meeting he’s had with the rest since infiltrating the port mafia) tachihara dives right into the conversation you were having previously.

“what about me?”

you don’t miss the way the ginger’s eyes scan the room and light up the second they meet your own and you don’t miss the way he makes a beeline for the empty seat next to you. “our captain here, believes that he still has a boyish charm about him…”

“...ah…uh huh… so old age has made the geezer delusional then?” tachihara grins proudly at you, a dimpled smile on full display, as he claims the empty seat as his own.

you let out a bubbly giggle, unable to contain yourself and nod. “i’m afraid so!”

“hey!” the older man whines in a way that’s reminiscent of teruko. “i am not old.”

jouno and tecchou chime in while teruko and your captain argue against why you’re all wrong. you watch them all with a fond smile and a warmth in your chest. you’ve missed this, missed them all. having michizo next to you made it all feel complete, like you’re whole again.

the ginger leans in cautiously, watching for any hesitation on your part, but he won’t find any. “what about you? what do you think? am i charming?”

you study his face for a moment, all the previously soft edges of his face have smoothed out, only leaving sharp features. even his eyes are far more calculating than they were before he left. one thing that hasn’t changed though, his boyish smile. the indents in his cheeks give way to his young age. for once you're happy to see that some things never change. 

apparently, your conversation wasn’t a private one as fukuchi chimes in. “it pains me to say but you have the most boyish charm out of all of us, even greater than mine - but only by a little.”

you chuckle at the stubborn man’s words and tachihara follows suit. the soft rumbled noise he makes is deeper and that’s when you realize, it’s not just his laugh that’s gotten deeper — his voice has a certain gruffness it didn’t have before. it’s subtle but it’s soothing, much like a lullaby.

you wink at the ginger and respond in a teasing tone, “fukuchi is right, tachihara, your boyish charm could get you out of all sorts of trouble. it’s definitely those cute dimples of yours.” 

doa: nikolai (wc: 837)

you don’t even remember what you just said. or where you are. or what you two are even doing here. all you know is that nikolai is sitting in front of you laughing like a madman. it’s not one of his usual forced cackles, no, this one is possibly the first genuine laugh you’ve seen from him. his real laugh is far lighter than the crackled and loud noises that slip past his lips when he plays his little games. you find yourself trying to memorize the sound, much preferring this laugh to the previously mentioned one.

his face is relaxed too. the twisted grin he usually wears has melted away into a bright smile that reaches his cheeks, making the most stunning little indents in them. nikolai truly is gorgeous and you find yourself thinking he’s even more beautiful when he lets himself relax. his uncovered eye sparkles as he wipes away the tears that built up from his fit of laughter. 

you’ve always thought that nikolai himself is just beautiful in general but when he’s like this? you can’t help but to stare.

and of course, the clown notices. “whatcha staring at, chickadee?” 

it’s teasing, a lilt in his voice that’s just a little too cheery. your attention, which was previously zeroed in on nikolai’s isolated features, focuses out and onto him as a whole. his head is tilted to the side, staring at you curiously.

you’re suddenly acutely aware of the fond smile that’s plastered on your face. you gather your bearings and turn that smile into a frown, crossing your arms across your chest, you stubbornly look away. you let out an exasperated puff of air.

“nothing.” your voice comes out deadpanned. 

nikolai prances his way over to you, standing on his toes and leaning in. you swear he has no sense of personal space, you doubt he even knows the meaning of it. your lips immediately curl up in discomfort and you lean away from him, trying to create as much distance as possible without actually stepping back. your attempts are futile, though, his tall stature and freakishly good balance allows him to follow you. 

the white haired clown lets out a snort. “ah, come on, that answer’s no fun!”

“it wasn’t s’posed to be, gogol.” your expression is uninterested but internally you aren’t as confident in your ability to keep your composure. 

nikolai dramatically pouts at you and straightens back up, doing a little twirl that you think is quite ridiculous. but that’s nikolai, ridiculous and unabashed. you straighten up too and watch him wearily. his sheer amount of energy seems to drain your own, sucking the life out of you the longer you’re around him. his eccentricity is something that you’re still not accustomed to.

nikolai perks up and you almost wince knowing you’re not going to like whatever thought it is that just lit him up like a lightbulb. 

“let’s play a game then!” you can’t help the way you eye him suspiciously. “we each tell the other our favorite things about the other. we’ll start with favorite feature!”

“no.”

“yes!” 

your eye twitches at how quick he is to reject your refusal. the twitching intensifies when he starts humming the jeopardy theme and prancing around you, clearly waiting for your approval. you decide you’re gonna be bullheaded on this one — or, at the very least, try to be.

“absolutely not.”

nikolai let’s out a foul buzzer noise “absolutely! c’mon. i’ll go first-”

“nikolai. no.”  

there’s now a dull pounding in your head and you’re starting to think that maybe conceding is the best option to get him to stop.

“nikolai. yes!” his grin is wide and you can tell he’s caught on to your waning perseverance.

you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, a sign of you accepting defeat. “if i tell you, will you stop bouncing around like that and calm down?”

“cross my heart and hope to die!” his tone is cheery, sing-song and light. 

you know — you know — you’re going to regret this later but you could care less at this particular moment. anything to give you a sliver of peace. 

“fine…your dimples, they’re my favorite feature of yours, they’re…mesmerizing…”

you look away embarrassed at the admission, missing the way nikolais face softens for a moment. then he winds up again, like a toy soldier that just had its key turned to the max. he’s moving around you with twice the amount of gusto as he was before his promise, practically vibrating. you scowl at him, displeased.

“you promised you would knock that off, you clown.”

the said clown gives you a pleased grin and sings out again. “i lied!”

you cannot believe you let him trick you like that, your ire making your skin crawl. or maybe that’s your embarrassment prickling at your skin and making it flush. you try not to let your mind linger on it too much as you let a response fly out of your mouth.

“then die.”

[thursdaysyme]

Wait do you have study tips… I’m going into my senior year as a uni-transfer and it’s sooo exhausting I’m struggling to focus + getting scared the closer I get to the finish line… womp womp

Oof, that is so real. Let me see if anything in my study roster can help. First, everyone is different and learns differently, so you should study by catering to your learning style, such as hands-on, auditory, etc. But these are some main things I've learned that can be adapted for and are generally great for most everyone.

Buckle up your seatbelts and grab a beverage; this is long.

Timers

Timers are so important! My favorite method was the Pomodoro Method, which was 25 minutes of work and a 5-minute break. You repeat that four times, then take a 15-30 minute break.

It helps to have an end goal, and more importantly, it allows your breaks to be calm because you don't have to worry about getting lost in your break and losing time. Because the timer is set!

However, I suggest not getting on your phone during this break. My best options that work for me are:

Reading a book

Getting a snack

Laying outside and lamenting of the world's woes to the trees

Having a pen and paper to do doodles

Crying

Finding someone in my house to talk to/seeing what others are up to

Falling onto the couch to lament my woes to the dog

Breathing exercises

Getting on your phone speeds up time and keeps your brain in a different mode; it makes it harder to get off and get back on. Ruins the whole study set up you have.

Timers are my best friend because I would stress over breaks, that I would get distracted, or I would spend my entire break looking at the clock to make sure it wasn't too long. I also had a great time with the 25/5 method because it was just long enough but also bite sized so I didn't feel overwhelmed.

Note Cards

Note cards are your friend! Use so many note cards. Scare people with your note card usage.

Note cards are helpful for a few reasons.

Writing. Physically writing things down engage more of your brain, you're more likely to remember!

Personal study. This can be so versatile for when and where you look over terms or ideas.

Friend Study. I loved going over flashcards myself until I felt pretty confident and then having someone go over them with me. The added human connection helps you enjoy your time more and not isolate, as well as not flippling them over too soon. It makes you realize maybe you didn't have them as memorized as you thought.

Versitility of note cards is great, you know you can just write all kinds of stuff and just paste them to the wall? 10/10, love to do it. This is a huge memorization thing, but paste it where you see it!

Write It On The Wall

On pasting note cards everywhere, if you are specifically memorizing passages of literature or conceptual ideas, write it down on your mirror. I had to memorize a poem and I pasted it on my mirror and had to say it before I got in the shower and after I brushed my teeth. You see it all the time, but add it into your routine of that place. If you put it on your door frame, say it before you leave the room/house. This is an underrated study habit that I use all the time, even outside of school.

Food: You Have Got to Eat!

Eat! Eat breakfast! Have a snack in between Breakfast and Lunch! Eat a full lunch! Have two more snacks before Dinner! Have a good Dinner! Eating is V i t a l.

Also knowing how your body reacts to foods. People are now calling this intuitive eating, but knowing what fuels your body is important. For example, I didn't ever drink coffee in the morning, I saved it for after lunch. I didn't know why then, but drinking coffee actually relaxed me; it also settles my stomach. So I waited until after lunch to settle my stomach and have a little "you made it to lunch!" treat. I would instead drink black tea in the morning and then green tea with a snack.

The moral of that story is that beverages are very important. Lots of water too! I suggest something with a straw because you can just keep it on the table and I would accidentally drink all 40oz without realizing simply because I was playing with the straw and was drinking at the same time.

Don't just eat sugar. I know everyone hates to hear it, but it does actually affect your mood and study ability. Sugar is for later, have it, eat it, love it, but not in the morning and not a lot. There are a few foods I would suggest for brain boosting:

Berries

Cheese (i fucking love cheese sticks bro they are 876754/10)

Eggs

Greek Yogurt (filling and great for your gut)

Smoothies with leafy greens (my mother was the Queen of smoothies at 7am every day that I used to get too and that shit helped so much in the morning I swear)

Vegtables! Everyone hates on them, but throw some seasoning, get a dip, and pair it with some meat. Make your own tiny charcuterie board if you need. Cook them, roast them, boil them. I don't care; just eat your veggies.

People often forgo body health when thinking of studying, but making sure your body is fueled and given proper nutrients is going to help you way more than any hyperspecific perfect study tip from some middle-aged so-called researcher in Winsconson. Just so you know, people can slip in studies that have no meaning and are a joke. Cross-check even your "scientific journals".

Place

For the love of god, do not do all of your work on your bed. Your bed is for breaks and sleeping, not studying. Your brain needs to differentiate place. Do it on your desk, your kitchen table, your floor, for all I care. Get out of your bed. Brush your hair and move. If it's a nice day, go outside. Don't you have an outside table? Get a blanket; picnic time.

If you are a library person, go to the library. If you aren't, stay at home. I personally did some of my best work in a busy tea shop on my campus because I was used to working with noise and people. The library is too quiet and still for me. Don't let people tell you the library is the only choice if you don't like it. Do it in your home, the public park, a coffee shop, or the Student Union during lunch hour if you have it. Or go to the library if that's best for you. Try different places! Mix it up! Go to all of them! Go to multiple places in one day! This is your life study at the dog park with no dog if you just wanna see some dogs, studying is not for the weak.

Treat studying as important as Don Quixote took Knighthood. You may look crazy, but you are free. More importantly, your brain is learning.

Hands-On Learning: It's Not Just For Preschool

I had this one class where our exams consisted of multiple choice and the dreaded essay. The professor would give us three different essay prompts and not tell us which one the exam would be on. She would only give us a paper that had a basic history essay outline on it. It was like russian roulette but more stressful. A full five page essay no notes, no nothing, just the ol' brain.

So what I did is I filled out every essay prompt according to the outline I knew we would have, printed it out, and spoke them all aloud while walking around the kitchen for hours. I would do a full: "Introduction, hook: the Egyptians believed the best thing you could do in your life was die".

Just writing and reading is not enough or, like, interesting. Make songs and do a dance routine while your own voice reads off memorization topics. (I have done a few voice notes, don't knock it till you try it). Make it fun and different when you can, it helps your interest, your ability to focus, and memorization. Don't think studying is just typing and reading it over on a screen. Sure, type out notes, but print them and walk around with them. Annotate your own notes. Make a seek and find with your terms and definitions. Create joy where you can; you'll have more fun and remember more. You are grown in college, take yourself on a field trip. It's your life. Find professors and ask them random questions, grill them, they love it just trust.

Reading: Annotation and Other Gifts Straight From God Himself

Annotation is a life saver, a game changer, literally have not once looked back a day in my life after annotating.

I've annotated many different ways, but I've found that for school, the best way to focus on speed and efficiency is with a pen and one singular highlighter. If you struggle with attention or distraction, I do not want to see you with an array of five highlighters for different topics. You, I, and Mary Mother of Jesus, know good and well you are going to get distracted with the colors and forget what you were doing and focus more on color coding than actually reading.

If it is a shorter article, first speed read the whole thing before even thinking of using stationary. And I mean speed read, finish it, and have no confidence on who, what, when, where, or why. You just need to become vaguely familiar. Then the second time you actually read it, and if it's a long text (40+ pages), just start with this, hold your pen while reading.

Circle words you don't know and immediately look up definition, write it down, and continue. Underline and arrow what you think are defining parts of the text. On the side, make sure to write the topic. If a character is getting murdered, write murder scene on the side. If a new theory is being discussed, write piaget - development on the side. You are annotating to look back too, not just write down. Think of your poor future self. What would they think if you just wrote down "wow" on the side? Wow what?

Vagueness is impractical. Be blunt and clear.

Use a highlighter to get those real important bits. Such as, if there is a sentence that is obviously some type of thesis or object statement, highlight it. Think about you going in blind in two weeks looking it over, and seeing highlight of a sentence that makes no sense without context. Ridiculous. Highlight things that give context, not things that need it. Those other fun sentences are for underlining with a pen.

If you are reading a chapter book for school, write a quick summary at the end of each chapter. And, if you really want to do something with some umph, write two to three questions you have over the chapter. Even if you don't really have any. Find some, make something up. The act of trying to think critically about a text allows you to remember it more. Make discussion questions if anything, keep them open ended if you want, create something to talk about. If you can do that, you understand it. Don't let me see you pulling a "why was the mom mad?" when it was clearly stated her son trashed the house. Be real. Write something interesting or not at all. Don't waste your time with that.

Organization

It doesn't really matter how you do this, it's different for every person ever on the face of the earth. But try and make yourself organized. Keep all your papers. Have a folder for each class. Keep a binder. Don't throw away things until the semester is over even if you don't think you need it, if the professor/teacher went to the trouble of printing it, keep it.

Note Taking

This is also a big one. Honestly, if you can, handwrite it. I've done typed notes, and it doesn't hit like handwritten notes. The cornell method is great.

A big one for me is if the professor provides PPTs before the lesson, print them out. Use the ppts to write your notes on. Why write the power point slide bullet points when that's already provided? You want to write down what the professor is saying. People always told me that but I had a hard time doing that without the context of the slides. So, I would print the slides out and write on them. If I didn't have them or the professor posted after, I would section my notes by labeling the slide number at the top. Works like a charm.

Colored notes. My favorite is a multicolored pen. One pen, four colors. Amazing work in pen creation. A big help for discussion-based classes is keeping color codes on notes by:

Teacher Said

Classmate Said

I said

Helps a ton. It feels silly at first, but this is one of those just wait till later tips that needs to marinate. Do it consistently, make it a habit, and it'll work wonders.

Conclusion

That's what I can think of off the top of my head, and my go to study things. I am just outing myself as a huge nerd and perfectionist with this essay of an answer.

I think always remembering why you are doing something is helpful. Look at your end goal. Sometimes, mine isn't anything but "I wanna be better than everyone else," and that's valid (I say about myself). But don't think you have to have some grand reason, but have one that is important to you specifically. Do you just want to have a degree? Perfect reason. Do you just want to learn about something? Perfect. Are you proving a point of some kind? Amazing. If you focus on the here and now, it will get overwhelming. Sometimes you gotta get out of your now bubble and stretch out. Give yourself perspective.

I hope at least one of these tips can help!

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

microfic may day 6: floral

drarry. 309 words.

Harry hated training day. The one time of the year that he couldn’t take a day off (not that he ever did) or pull a sickie (not that he ever did that either).

Training day was the worst because it meant all members of the auror squad, junior and senior, had to undergo eight to ten hours of pure, gruelling auror conditioning.

Now Harry didn’t mind the extra workout or the brain training. What he did hate was the front of the class where he was usually used as an example.

Resisting the Imperius? Oh, Auror Potter, please do be an example.

Hand to hand combat? Oh, Auror Potter, if you will.

Detection and concealment? Please Potter, step up to the stage.

The day droned on and on, and all Harry wanted was to go home to his cosy sofa and cosier blanket and hopefully someone else too.

God, a nap sounded immense. A nap with a cuddle sounded even better.

Finally, the last exercise approached and Harry had already positioned himself exactly by the bubbling cauldron before the instructor could even utter the words.

“Auror Potter, could you please tell me what you smell?”

He wasn’t stupid, of course he knew the pot was brimmed with Amortentia, and he could also hazard a guess as to exactly which potion master had brewed it.

“Well, errr… I smell the outdoors, peroxide, flowers and fresh lemons.”

A snicker arose from the crowd. Kids, honestly.

But Harry was just overjoyed he could finally go home.

-

The bedroom door was slightly ajar as Harry crept in, before a voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Hurry up and get in bed Potter, and I don’t smell like flowers. Under The Lemon Tree has hardly any floral notes at all.”

How happy Harry was to smell the scent of love, directly from its source.

[courtyard01]

Exercising the brain is just as important as physical fitness, especially for seniors. This blog from the Center for Healthy Aging explores the best ways to keep the mind active as we age. Discover brain exercises that boost memory, cognitive function, and mental well-being. Stay sharp and improve your quality of life through these fun and effective mental workouts!

[tswhiisftteedr]

Can you do a smut of Ashton Vargas x reader? Please?

Personal ‘Training’ ☆ One Shot

☆Mean!PE Proffesor!Ashton Vargas x Senior!Fem!Reader:

After seeing you excel in his class, Coach Vargas interest had peeked. It’s not like you were as athletic as the beastmen students, actually muscle wise, you were quite the scrawny one. But it was your determination in completing an exercise that he set out, that he found admirable. One day after PE you had forgotten your gym uniform jacket behind, and being the great teacher that Ashton Vargas is, he ought to give back to you. After looking around for a bit, then spotting in the courtyard talking with your friends, he happens to overhear about your secret thoughts on him…

Warning: Mature content, Dub-Con, Stuffing Panty In Pocket, Spanking, Fingering, Mean Dom Vargas, A little Degradation, Unprotected Sex, Humiliation, Degenerate Fantasies, mentions of; blackmail. READER IS 18 AND VARGAS IS CANONICALLY 30, KEEP THIS IN MIND BEFORE READING. Not proofread.

Note: The ask was pretty vague, so I kind of went with my gut. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but I hope you do!

☆ More under the cut. ☆

Ever since starting classes at NCR Wonderland, you felt off about begin your academic journey as a senior. Sure you were the right age for it, but wasn’t it a bit to much of an ask to start with senior courses, especially with most of the mediums being different from your world? But at last you had no choice but sucking it up, working harder than any other student in your year to keep up. Though you did enjoy some of the classes, just because they had familiar concept. Alchemy was like chemistry, you also had music which was the same as back home, and of course there was PE…

You relished when one of your periods was physical education, despite any thoughts of the course back in your world. That was for 2 reasons, #1 it was one of the only classes you didn’t nee prior knowledge or magic to participate in. And #2… The professor teaching it made you feel wild and crazed, just a look at his body, strong grip, flexing muscles, would bring a rush to your brain ending with you being flustered whenever he would address you.

You could swear on your life that ‘it’ was big, like it had to be, this huge man must have a huge c- Uhm, where were you again? Ah, right, PE had just ended and it was time for lunch.

Upon realizing the class was over and you had been staring at your sexy teacher, you quickly rushed back to your dorm for a shower, grabbing your bag but forgotten your gym uniform jacket on the ground.

After cooling off and dressing back into your school uniform, you had joined your friends Vil and Rook in the courtyard for an outdoor lunch. And of course your daily rant about your professor!

Meanwhile Aston noticed your jacket laying on the field, he knew it was yours just by the fact that it didn’t display any of the 7 dorms colours.

As some sort of reflex, he had brought the article of clothing, to his nose, smelling it. The scent was a mix of salty caramel and vanilla. ‘One of your little Pomefiore friends must have given you a nice expensive perfume for it to smell so fragrant, but yet sophisticated.’ He though to himself, and after being in his head he had realized that he still had the jacket close to his face.

He knew it was a bit weird for him to smell someone’s clothes like that, especially yours, his student’s. But the fact that it was your scent lingering on the clothes, and that your body would surely smelled the same, drove him wild.

I mean ‘he was a man after all’, and seeing such a pretty little thing working their bests, toughing it out to achieve greatness in such a new different environment, especially in his class. He had to admit it, it did something to him.

Plus the fact he felt your gaze on him constantly during his lessons didn’t help to keep him ‘non-riled up’. He did convinced himself that you were staring for purely innocent reasons, but the state you always were whenever he talk to you made him doubt that fact. You just acted so flustered, even when he just glanced at you. ‘And I mean, you were of age, so was it so bad? Yes, yes it was,’ the man face palmed himself.

But no matter, it wasn’t like anything would actually happen. Plus he had to get your jacket back to you, no time for naughty thoughts >:(

But that all changed when he finally found you, sitting with your two friends, enjoying the fresh air and talking about how bad you wanted him, — wait what?

A little earlier,

You had rapidly rush back to the school building after Vil had texted you that him and rook were eating lunch in the courtyard today. And of course you had a skip in your steps, you were so excited to thirst over your hunk of teacher to your two friends, one of them less entertained about the idea from the other.

In about 10 minutes,

You had arrived to the courtyard, sitting between Vil and Rook, chatting while eating lunch.

“I can’t get over the fact of how fine that man is, like, god really has favourites.” You tell the two,

“And I can’t get over the fact that your thirsting on one of our professors.” Vil said snarky.

“Thirsting, how dare you. I am but a pure maiden showing my admiration towards an amazing role model of physical health!” You replied all dramatically, this made Rook laugh.

“But seriously, he’s really, really hot.” you continue,

“Uh-huh” Vil says not looking up from his phone.

“Like I really need that man to bend me over the nearest sur-“ you begin but your friend cuts you off. “Yeah I’m done for today, it’s never innocent with you.” Vil says standing up, and starts walking away.

“Wait Vil I’m not done telling you about the 15 other positions I want him to put me in and how big I think his dick is!” You semi-shout, giggling.

“Yes, come back my Reine, our dear trickster is only showing son amour in a different way. After all one’s désire d’autrui is part off of the thing we call love, elle est just une grande romantique when you think about it!” Rook follows your lead, encouraging your little delusions for the heck of it.

“You say that every time, but it’s been over a month.” He finally says, disappearing out of sight.

The two of you knew that despite him leaving compl , Vil would return in a matter of minutes, he just left to state a point.

Unbeknownst to you and your hunter friend, the very man you were lusting for happened to overhear your conversation.

Slowly lurking out from the corner, Ashton approach the two of you. “Uh-hum, excuse me. Y/n, you forgot your jacket back in the field. So I brought it for you.” He says, his husky voice making you and Rook turn around to face the man.

“O-oh th-thank Coach Vargas!” You croak out, your face heating up, scared he might have heard what you said about him. Meanwhile Rook could help but snicker at your change in demeanour. A second ago you were talking about how much you wanted that man to fuck you, but when actually met with him, you became as quite as a mouse and could form a proper sentence without stuttering.

“Um, I also need to talk to you about something, would you mind following me back to my office.” He told you, and your heart dropped. ‘He definitely heard what you had said, and now he was going to lecture you about it, maybe even get the other teachers involved!’

You were so nervous on the walk to his office and he could sense it.

As you enter the room, he locks it behind and perform some sort of spell.

He pointed to the wooden chair sitting on one side of a desk, motion for you to take a seat. And to avoid anymore confrontation, you do so quietly.

You had expected him to seat on the opposite side of the desk, on the velvet office chair. But instead he just stood in front of you, hands resting on the desk for support. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but notice the fact that your face was at crotch level with him standing up like this. But before you keep staring at his clothed front, he broke you out of your trance.

“So,” he says and you look up. “You might have an idea of why your in here, after all you are doing excellent in my class so no reason to call you to discuss about it… This about what you said to your little friends a couple of minutes ago.” he states and your suspicions were confirmed.

You look down at your feet, and you choke out. “I’m really sorry Coach Vargas it will never happen again. I apologize for making you uncomfortable.”

Now he was about to correct, explaining that he wasn’t feeling uncomfy at your comments, on the contrary he was flattered and glad you felt the same. But seeing you in trembling state, tears beginning to form in your eyes. It was too much, he had to play with you, at least for a bit.

“Mmh is that so.. well I don’t believe you.” He says, pretending to be hurt but just a look at the grin on his face would tell you other wise.

“W-what?!” You ask confused, tears starting to roll down your face. He grin even harder at the sight.

“Well like I said, I don’t believe you. It’s simple really, after all Mr. Schoenheit mentioned you had been having those lustrous talks at my expense, for over a month. Plus you didn’t seem to have any shame or care in the world when you were chopping it up with your chatting buddies. What’s to tell me, you won’t just go back to your friends after this meeting, and continue your lewd rants,”

He pauses, bending down forward to get close to your ear. “I could even bet that you’re getting off on this very situation.” he says than pulls back to get a good look at the expression on your face.

“N-No, that’s not true!” You deny, though even if your professor said to tease, in reality you were getting off on his action.

In your mind, you knew you shouldn’t. Being caught saying such scandalous things by the same person you were discussing, was but an ideal situation. Yet, you couldn’t help but agree mentally that you had fantasize about a moment like this one. In your head things would go like this;

Coach Vargas would stumble on you talking about your deep desire for him, bring you to his office.

But instead of reprimanding you, he would bend you over his desk and teach you about not being such a ‘lewd minded brat’, fucking you so good as you would babble apologies he didn’t care for.

In all honesty he just wanted to fuck you and he now had the perfect excuse. This fantasy would continue with him taking you almost everyday, with the pretext you still were thinking like a pervert, and as an educator he couldn’t have you distracted from your studies.

So he would take it upon on himself to satisfy your lust, so you could ficus’s on your classes.

Knowing damn well it did the opposite, and that after each session you could only think about him more.

But at last that was just a fantasy, this fact was reinforced when he spoke his next words. “I guess I’ll have to inform the headmaster about this.”

Obviously you panicked, and he loved you in that state. “Please sir, don’t tell Crowley about this, I’ll do anything, I can clean your office for free, I can help with you with paperwork, I can-“ As you begin listing off things you could do to compensate the man for your behaviour, he motioned for you to stop with his hand.

And you did so right away, become quiet as soon as his order came by. This made him feel extremely good, not only did have you at his beck and call in this moment, but if he played his cards right he could make it last way longer.

He grabbed you chin to make you look right into his eyes, “There is something you can do, though you might not be as ready as you think you are to do it.. Do you still want to try though?” At that you only nod, not sure your words could carry what was needed to be said.

He smiled at the obedient response, “Okay then, stand up and bend over my desk for me.”

“W-what??” You look at him very much so confused, he only chuckles at that.

“You did say you were ready, sweetheart. Well I guess I could just inform Crowley instead and leave you in his care, it’s still a viable option if you’d prefer it.” He tells you smugly, knowing you would pick anything he asked of you instead of telling Crowley.

“No, that’s alright, I’ll do it...” And so you did, bending over the wooden desk, feeling your skirt hike up.

You were so anxious but at the same time exited about what would proceed. Would he spank you? Would he touch you? Finger you? Fuck you just like your dreamed about? Or would he just laugh at you, only wanting to see you bend over his desk so he could mock you then just send you on your merry way out, never to speak of this again?

Before you could continue your internal ramble, you felt his big rough and warm hand pushing your skirt, your ass was now in plain view.

“You know, I had myself convinced that your little staring habits was something unadulterated, but turns out the part of my conscious that told me otherwise, was right. You’re really a slutty little girl that has been making eyes at me since the beginning of the semester.” He accentuate his last sentence with a harsh spank to your bottom, making you whimper in pain.

He spanked you again, and wailed with new tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. That’s what a naughty little thing like you deserves, talking to your friends on the daily about how much you want my cock.” Another spank came by, “Be a good girl and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

You winced from the impact of his hand on your sensitive behind, and let out a small whimper. "Y-yes sir," you managed to choke out between sobs. You knew what he wanted now—to hear you beg for more punishment and eventually, release.

Your heart raced faster as anticipation built up inside of you.

"That's better sweetcakes," he praised, reaching down to grab hold of your hair again, yanking hard enough to lift your head up forcefully. His cool gaze bore into yours, searching for any trace of defiance or resistance. But all he saw was submission mixed with fear and desire radiating strongly from those green eyes. "Tell me you want me to claim you right here, right now."

Your voice quivered as you spoke, "I-I... want you to claim me. Please sir..." Your words came out in between sobs and gasps for air, body still trembling from the previous spankings.

You couldn't help but squirm slightly against his hold on your hair, wanting more of his rough treatment.

He released your hair suddenly, causing your head to whip forward violently before he grasped onto both of your wrists tightly behind your back. Pulling them roughly upward to avoid you slamming your face on the desk, keeping your breasts pushed forward prominently. "Good girl," he praised again, running his hand over your chest unbuttoning your shirt, now exposing your whole top area. "Now let's see how much you truly enjoy being owned by your professor." With that, he spun you around forcefully, pushing you against the desk hard enough to leave a mark on your back. His lips crashed hungrily against yours, demanding entry into your mouth as one hand cupped your breasts through the thin layers of fabric separating them.

You groaned into the kiss, unable to resist his aggressive advance, he quickly made way of your bra. Your body arched into him eagerly as he groped and fondled your bust roughly, pinching your nipples cruelly between his calloused fingers. You moaned softly against his lips, letting out a deep-throated moan when his tongue forced its way past your teeth and into your mouth. Your tongues tangled together in a messy dance of desire and submission.

You felt your panties being yanked down forcefully, leaving your bare pussy exposed for him to claim as desired. "Please..." you whimpered again, your voice hoarse from their passionate exchange.

He pulled away from your kiss slowly, his eyes blazing with lust as he looked down at your naked front.

He chuckled darkly, reaching between your spread legs to slide his hand underneath your skirt. His rough fingers explored your wetness greedily, rubbing circles around your entrance before slipping inside of your tight hole.

Your body jolted at the sudden intrusion, your hips pressing back against his touch hungrily. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as he finger fucked you hard and fast, hitting spots that made your knees weak.

"You like that don't you? Being so dirty in public?" He asked, thrusting deeper into your tight channel, stretching your opening wider. "Telling everyone you belong to me now."

Your mind was lost in the sensations he created; every thrust of his finger inside of you, pushing against sensitive spots that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as he continued to abuse your exposed flesh.

"Yes! Please... Sir..." you panted between heavy breaths, feeling your climax building rapidly within reach. Your squirmed under his hold, begging for release but knowing he wasn't done with you yet.

"That’s my girl," he praised, withdrawing his hand from your dripping wet pussy. Turning around once more, he positioned himself between your spread legs, his member already fully erect and throbbing with desire.

Without warning, he pushed hard, splitting your tight entrance on a single thrust.

You cried out in mixture of pain and pleasure as he began to pound into you, claiming your body brutally yet expertly.

His hips moved in a rhythmic motion, driving deeper than you thought possible, hitting all the right spots inside your core. Each powerful thrust caused you breasts to bounce wildly against his chest, nipples standing erect and begging for attention. Sweat trickled down your bodies, mixing together under the harsh florescent lights above them.

"You like that don't you? Taking my cock right here in my office, where anyone one on the others side of the door could hear your moans?" He growled, while continuing his relentless assault on your tight hole.

Your moans turned into incoherent sounds of pure ecstasy as he continued to ravage your body. Your nails scratched at his back through his shirt’s fabric, leaving shallow marks that only fuelled him further. "Yes! More... Sir..." you begged between heavy breaths, struggling against the hold on your wrists but unable to break free from his vice-like grip.

The combination of pain and pleasure was becoming too much for your fragile mind to handle, and soon enough, you felt the intense orgasm building up inside of your like a volcano about to erupt.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he slowed down momentarily, teasing your sensitive spots mercilessly before picking up speed again.

"Cum for me, you filthy little thing," he commanded, his voice low and husky with desire. And with those words, you lost control completely, your body convulsing violently around him as waves of pure bliss washed over you. You screamed his name, your climax crashing upon your like a wave crashing onto rocks.

Your entire body shook in the aftermath of your intense orgasm, your legs weakened by the forceful thrusting. Your pussy clamped tightly around his member, milking him dry as he continued to pump into your until finally, he groaned out his own release. Pulling out slowly, a thick stream of hot cum spilled onto your stomach, painting you with his seed.

Panting heavily, he finally released your wrists, allowing them to fall limply beside you. "That was amazing," he complimented, reaching out to stroke your hair affectionately.

He stepped back, admiring his work on your flushed face and disheveled appearance.

Reaching down, he grabbed your discarded panties from the floor and stuffing them nonchalantly into his pocket "Now go clean yourself up in the staff bathroom, before anyone sees you like this."

You nodded weakly, still feeling lightheaded from your intense encounter. Slowly, you wobbled forward, your legs shaking beneath your skirt, and made your way towards the restroom.

By the way, remember the spell he used before anything began, yeah? Actually it was 2, on that block out noise from escaping a finite space aka his office, and the other is one that recorded the events that took place in a selected area.

Was he going to blackmail you with that recording? No. But he might threaten you with it once in while to tease you.

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(holy shit was I not expecting anyone to like that previous Mouthwashing post—but thank you, genuinely for reading it and this one)

The Mouthwashing brain worms speak to me again—let's talk about hierarchy and caste and the implications in Mouthwashing one more time.

Say what you will about Jimothy's cowardly ass: he's not an idiot. The apathy of the crew is, at least, in part maintained by the top of the ladder: Curly and Pony Express.

Curly starts the game at the top of the ladder, able to help out a guy he perceives in a rough spot with a snap of his fingers, able to control how much sugar anyone got.. Able to control the food, the medicine, the weapons. Curly isn't the sort of person to abuse his power.

But he also isn't the type to use it.

Next up is Jaundice. His second in command, his (traitorous backstabber) right hand man. We'll get back to him.

No, who come next in this hierarchy can be debated—is Daisuke for his youth and potential or is it Swansea for his seniority? It could be both, depending upon the lens of examination. When the chips are down.. Or when they're still able to make a bet?

I'm going with Swansea, simply because of the fact that both Curly and Catastrophic Jameson's headass respect him. Neither of them really correct or step in to ask about his behavior with Daisuke, Jaundiced is more than happy to leave the room alone until it stands in his way and up until the chase sequence is largely unwilling to get into physical altercation.

Daisuke is next on the rung—an intern getting his due hazing. Young, plucky, clumsy, the aimless silver spooned baby of the crew. He wants to be liked by people in the higher rungs and he trusts in their authority. To his own detriment. But for the most part, he's neither too high for the responsibility or too low to really suffer in forced silence. He's protected.

Anya is not. As the sole woman of the crew, soft-spoken, heavily pregnant and forced to entertain her abuser's delusions of grandeur with the wreckage evidence of how far he's willing to go to get rid of her, rinse his mouth of her, all around them.. She starts the game on the bottom of the ladder—ignored, talked over, dismissed. People's—Curly and Catastrophe Jim—eyes skip over her without thinking. It's easy to dismiss her. Empathy is extended to her as an afterthought. Her death an inevitable tragedy. Because either way of framing it, without access to the ax or the gun, the ship was Jimothy's way of shutting her up for good and she knows it. In my previous post, I touched on the difference between the situations that Anya and Curly find themselves and in all honesty, it's defined by who finds themself at the bottom of the rung when Mr. J finds himself a way to the top.

And who else would it be but our resident golden boy himself, Captain Enablement—I mean, Curly. Now that he's completely disabled, useless and helpless.. He finds himself in a position even worse than Anya's. Both of them taking on the brunt of Jimmy's worldview—he's gotten way more than he bargained for from Anya and besides, she was a means to an end. At the moment of the assault, she was an object, the lower rung of the perceived ladder. It wasn't his fault, just look at her—And afterwards.. Well, this whole thing could also be framed as spite. Sneaking behind the golden boy's back and "stealing his girl" or whatever, maybe he knew that he'd be caught and wanted to see something other than Curly's gentle understanding. He wants more. And in direct opposite to Anya, Curly is the center of his world. The spindle upon which Jaundice's last steadily fraying thread of sanity spins. And what an awful place it is to be. He gets front row seats to hindsight truly becoming 20/20 vision when it's a barrel of shotgun—and you're jealous of the fact that it's not aimed at you. He suffers being consumed and thus consuming himself. Looking into why didn't Jimothy just cut up any of the others is a fascinating exercise. By the time he starts eating Curly, this is not the first time he's imagined Curly in the place of food—of nourishment. He imagines him in the place of cake—even the way that he cuts a part of Curly's leg is reminiscent of the way that Curly cuts into the cake. (yes, what the heck Curls but then again, gelatin probably feels weird to cut). Eating someone is often a taboo form of intimacy in media like Preacher's Daughter by Ethel Cain or Tokyo Ghoul..Listen. There's a reason why vore is popular.—it's the most violent type of intimacy.

It's the only type of intimacy Jimmy engages with on screen and yet—There's an equally fascinating intimacy in consuming yourself. And even that is ruined.. Being forced to eat your bile-covered offal again and again and again.. A memory that would scar on its own. But. With the implications of this being the one type of intimacy that Jimmy feels comfortable sharing combined with what the game says about rape culture have "good" men protect and enable their friends.. There's another angle of their friendship there.

Jimmy loves Curly as much as he hates him. He wants him to suffer. He wants him to live. He wants him dead. Who is saying I hope this hurts?

The hierarchy traps them in so many ways—and the first time we see it for what it is is with Curly. Not Jimmy. From Curly's perspective, we see him unfocused and exhausted and Anya offers him a helping ear and he can't accept it. He's the Captain. He can't be seen asking his subordinate for help. Jimmy was removed from the hierarchy in Curly's eyes. Maybe even at the same spot. Co-captains. Two peas in a pod—except one is a festering open wound and the other has his eyes tightly closed, quietly muttering he can fix it if he just gets a little bit more time.. Can't tell the difference between who's who?

Top or bottom of the hierarchy—awful and isolating for two men who claim to take responsibility. Both have some level of inferiority complex—a complex that I'd argue is the becoming the bread and butter of modern day society but is steadily starting to show the signs of where it's been baked into the perceptions of being a man—there is the fear of someone bigger, better and more capable of you.. But there's also that small quiet part that gets told men don't cry that desperately, desperately, wants to have no choice. Almost takes comfort in the idea of someone better than you.

And everyone in between their rungs gets crushed as collateral.

In a caste made by white supremacy, white able-bodied young men who meet societal standards for being in their prime are at the top. Old enough to know better, young enough to play stupid have potential. Just look at all our promising young rapists men with their whole lives ahead of them.

On a ship like the Tulpar, that hierarchy gets a necessary edge—the Captain is the most useful person aboard the ship, the most needed. The man of the proverbial house. The co-captain is like being called vice president—made only as important as the person in that role can make it. Otherwise it's a hollow consolation prize. And Jimothy can't work an honest day in his life. So it's a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Then would be the nurse but.. It's a feminine job, a pink collar job through and through. If Anya had been a man, the jokes would have been targeted at her masculinity but as she is a woman, the role and her usefulness to the crew are invisible necessities. The quiet labor and genius that keeps great men going. I think people underestimate how much work goes into even passing the N-CLEX to become an RN. Anya was trying to get into medical school—she studied the human body extensively and in all honesty, the way that I've read it is (especially with the context clues of her being overlooked continuously) she just wasn't important enough to help out. Medical textbooks are expensive on their own and tests can be upwards of 2,000 dollars (my sources: my mom had to take the N-CLEX 3 times when I was much younger and the financial strain was ridiculous especially if you want to get in on a study group).. And Anya clearly worked for that goal. You don't throw that kind of money at anything else but the goal—the one you could just swear would make it all worth it. Maybe if she was Doctor Anya, the crew would've treated her better.. Her usefulness cemented and people would question how such a nervous woman made it through medical school.. Maybe it would have made Jimmy worse. There's nothing hollow about being a doctor after all.

But Anya is Anya and so Swansea, the mechanic is useful. He keeps the ship going and Daisuke in line. Bitter Knowledge and the Dog Days of Youth.

Wasted Potential (double entendre) and Boundless, Wasting Potential.

Immediately useful and eager to be useful.

Then there's Post-Crash Curly. And I must stress, your usefulness is not your value as a person. But then again, where would ableism find its footing save for such a sad hierarchy? And let's call a spade a spade, once Curly loses his ability to interact with the world as he once did, his skin literally peeled open to expose the soft inner flesh to the cruelty of the world, his small bit of usefulness as a Captain gone.. Most people on the ship act accordingly. Daisuke and Swansea, their places on the ladder's rung unchanged fairly quickly become enured to Curly's cries of pain. Anya, the closest to the his newfound rung.. Continues to care for him, unable to free him as he was unable to free her. Jimmy is all too happy to grind his boot in Curly's face as many times as he can. Until he feels better.

But he won't. He can't.

The game touches on the haves vs the have-nots a lot as well as the creeping sense of human work becoming obsolete, that body horror in being made useless by your own complicity but where it absolutely shines in Jimmy and Swansea—especially Swansea's final speech—is the messaging about the never-ending demand for more, for greener pastures leaving you hollow and bitter. Curly seemed well-aware of Swansea's thought process and leaves him be but internally agrees and fears that ending if he stays in the Captaincy for too much longer.

And that's where I think Jimmy really thinks it was a win-win for him and Curly. He truly doesn't think of the pain that Curly must find himself in, worsened by the constant beatings and continual medical assault. He doesn't think about it as anything more than Curly being a nuisance. One more way that Curly just didn't trust him not to fuck up his eyes eternally trapped in the cold hate and fear as he watches Jimmy proceed to ruin the one thing he took pride in as the metaphorical man of the house: keeping the crew safe.

Jimmy thinks of himself as the son who stayed faithful, worked himself to the bone, only to receive scraps while his undeserving brother is celebrated and lauded.

Within the hierarchy, the system is only as "good" as who remains on top. And "good" people, blindly faithful and eternally forgiving, aren't ruthless enough to stay up there for long.

Jimmy's not a good person but he's not stupid. And he's very ruthless. While there may have been somewhat of a hierarchical situation before he joined the crew, it's clear from his conversations with Anya, Curly valued a more lateral role system as he felt trapped in Pony Express's all-consuming ladder over Jimmy's rigid rungs of better and worse.

But over and over, he isolated the crew to their sectors. Over and over, he demeaned Anya, insulted her and Curly. Leaned into the insults of Daisuke. Left Swansea alone for the most part.

Anya, as much as it pains me to admit this, could have worked with Swansea earlier. But would that have worked? What about Daisuke—the younger version of Curly's eternal optimistic "I've never seen the dead pixel" attitude? The isolation absolutely worked. There's no imagining a world in which it doesn't work unless you imagine the crew as better than they are.

And that's just one more tragedy we can't rinse out of mouths with mouthwash.

[scoutofmymind]

Was thinking about Hasan kissing Luigi’s necks and sucking his puffy nipples. Anyways, have a good day !

FUUUUUCK! You knew what you were doing!!! You knew I had to do it!!!

I know I’m supposed to be resting my brain, but writing this kind of content is genuinely so very natural to me. It hardly takes any effort anymore.

I am a very ridiculous little girl.

"You ever seen a boy in heat?" Luigi mumbles, his cheeks tinted with a fever-bright oxblood that blooms like crushed roses beneath his skin, his chest still heaving from trying to keep pace with Hasan and the rest of the team thundering ahead, his body barely recovered from this weekend's ruthless bender — it's his senior year, after all, and he's sworn not to let a single wild moment slip away.

While Hasan yapped at a computer on a livestream, Luigi blew his phone up with texts whilst he was in the bar bathroom.

Wyd?

Hellooooo

He exited his messages app, hopped onto Twitch to find Hasan deep in a rant on stream.

Sexytwerker69: Is that my shirt???

Sexytwerker69: U r so lucky ur hot

"Dunno," Hasan says, peeling his sweat-dampened kit over his head and stuffing it into the locker with casual indifference — Monday night soccer league had been his brainchild, and Luigi had tagged along, claiming he needed the exercise. "Is this an example?"

He pivots to face Luigi, who's already yanked his own jersey off, the fabric bunched strategically across his lap like a shield. Luigi's spine presses hard against the cold metal lockers, silently willing the chill to seep through his skin and calm the heat coursing through his veins.

Glassy eyed and luminous, his honey-gold skin gleams beneath the fluorescent lights, a constellation of freckles dancing across the bridge of his nose and scattered like stardust over his fever-flushed cheekbones — his chest still rises and falls with desperate intensity, droplets of sweat blazing molten trails from the dark curls clinging to the nape of his neck down over the rolling terrain of muscles that ripple and contract beneath the plane of his stomach.

He looked thoroughly wrecked, though cruelly untouched, his body screaming with the kind of desperate yearning that comes from a wanting without relief, every nerve ending raw and electric with need.

And yes, it was entirely by design.

This isn't the first time Hasan's mere existence has left Luigi burning alive from the inside out, nor will it be the last time his casual magnetism reduces Luigi to this raw, wanting creature.

The pattern is as familiar as it is maddening.

"Does it look like one?" Luigi huffs, dropping his chin but keeping his gaze locked on Hasan through a curtain of midnight lashes, the gesture both challenge and surrender — a practiced dance of submission that reveals more than it conceals.

Hasan remains rooted where he stands, though every muscle in his body screams to close the distance, to taste the salt on Luigi's skin, to drink him in like summer rain. "You been all bent out of shape lately," he murmurs, watching as his words send visible shivers down Luigi's spine, each observation landing like a physical touch. "At nothing."

Luigi's brows knit together in mock indignation, but the flush creeping down his neck betrays how much he craves this — the sweet sting of being seen, being called out. "Nothing would be an opinion," he fires back, each word sharp and precise, teeth flashing like pearls. "M'a growing boy."

Hasan steps forward finally, showing no hesitation when he cradles Luigi’s jaw in his hands to tilt his head upward, “I’m afraid you won’t be growing much more than this.” He smirks, but Luigi is already lost to his touch, body heat turning into static electricity.

The height difference had always been a point of playful contention between them — three inches if you asked Luigi, who'd stand a little taller at the mere mention; four if you asked Hasan, who'd emphasize it by resting his chin atop Luigi's head just to hear him curse; and five inches according to their last physical exams, a medical fact that Luigi refused to acknowledge even under oath.

"Can't be doing this to me here," Hasan growls, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave that makes Luigi's stomach flip, as he sinks to his knees before him. Luigi reaches out with trembling fingers, caught between raw need and the ghost of past consequences, his touch both greedy and hesitant. "You want to get us banned from another rec team because you can't seem to keep yourself in check?"

The surfing incident still haunts them both — Luigi trapped in that skin-tight wetsuit, his desire painfully obvious against the dark neoprene, with nowhere to hide from curious eyes and knowing smirks.

That day had ended with a strongly worded email from the beach club's management and Luigi's face burning brighter than the setting sun.

"It could be our thing.” Luigi grins, all false innocence wrapped in wicked intent, knowing full well that Hasan's resolve crumbles like wet sand when faced with that particular smile.

Hasan can't deny him — has never been able to deny him.

At least not for long.

Hasan's teeth graze the curve of the bicep curled around his neck, his fingers digging crescents into Luigi's hips as he leans in to paint kisses across the salt-slick canvas of his collarbone. "Won't be long before one of these fuckers gets on reddit and exposes me for my perverted friend," he mutters against heated skin, feeling the way Luigi practically purrs at the words, the vibration of that satisfied hum resonating through both their bodies like a struck chord. “Hasanabi one of two players banned from local rec soccer team for locker room violation.”

"Friend," Luigi echoes with a predatory purr, nuzzling against Hasan's temple like a great cat marking its territory, the line between hunter and hunted blurring with each shared breath.

The word drips with irony, with promise, with years of carefully constructed plausible deniability.

Hasan responds by forcing Luigi's head back with his own, His mouth blazing a trail of scorching kisses down the column of Luigi's throat, across his chest, tongue flattening against the firm swell of his pectorals — muscles that have transformed since junior year, despite his determined campaign to drink his way through senior semester.

The physical metamorphosis is Hasan's handiwork, really.

Countless hours of perfectly crafted workout plans, protein shake recipes, and personal training sessions that often ended exactly like this.

Though Luigi never quite manages a thank you.

His gratitude tends to manifest in other ways.

Hasan's mouth works in a devastating rhythm—licking, sucking, licking again — until Luigi is reduced to ragged breaths and desperate whimpers, his fingers tangled in Hasan's dark hair, pulling with just enough force to blur the line between pleasure and pain. His knees clamp against Hasan's ribs like a vice, as if afraid he might try to escape, might leave Luigi burning alive here on this locker room bench. "You think we look like more than friends to most?"

Hasan has a point — though Luigi's lovesick gazing is barely contained by designer sunglasses, and his tendency to orbit Hasan like a desperate satellite is obvious to anyone with functioning eyes.

To their social circle, they're just two activists who bonded at a rally, sharing megaphones and righteous anger. Not a soul would guess that these same voices now whisper tender confessions in pre-dawn hours, when Luigi lies spent and satisfied beside Hasan, accepting sips of water from that battle-scarred hydroflask — the one covered in faded protest stickers and climate action badges.

No one knows how Hasan's voice softens when it's just the two of them, how his fingers trace constellations on Luigi's skin.

That’s my good boy. That’s it, baby.

AH WHATEVER IM STOPPING HERE

IT PAINS ME EACH DAY OUR LASAN ARMY IS SO SMALL, YET WE ARE MIGHTY.

Btw I do know a more biblically accurate version would be them on a basketball team but Lu gives more of a soccer baby boy vibe than a hoops guy and Hasan can def kick some balls around so I went with soccer

I love them ☹️