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[CN] Shaw’s Creative Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 创意之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

This date features S2 Shaw, but contains no spoilers for S2!

[ This date was released on 13 May 2021 ]

Removing the VR headset, I rub my slightly sore eyes. Seeing the familiar modern furniture leaves me in a momentary trance.

MC: I finally cleared it - this game about the ancient times is pretty immersive.

Aside from completing missions, the game also has a rich plot written in a classical literary style. As a “workshop apprentice”, I successfully created a string of wood carved persimmons.

Rotating my aching wrists, it’s as though the sensation of carving products is still lingering on my hands.

MC: It’s a shame that I could only do that in the game...

Just when I’m about to continue grumbling, my phone suddenly rings.

Tapping the answer button, a familiar voice drifts lazily to my ear.

Shaw: Not a sound from you even during the weekend. What are you up to?

MC: I just played an immersive game, and it’s pretty fun.

At the other end of the line, Shaw makes an “oh” sound, then continues asking.

Shaw: Are you planning to stay at home today?

MC: Mm. I finally finished a big program, so I’m pretty comfortable playing games at home.

Hearing my response, Shaw’s tone lifts slightly at the end.

Shaw: It’s just a game. You can play it anytime, can’t you? The weather outside is great. Staying at home is such a waste. Why not take a stroll outside?

My gaze sweeps over the VR headset. While I’m hesitating whether or not to agree, a thought suddenly flashes across my mind, and I have an idea.

MC: Shaw, why don't you accompany me somewhere?

Shaw pauses for a moment, his subtle breathing drifting over the phone along with the electric currents.

Shaw: Where do you want to go?

MC: I’ll keep it a secret first. You’ll know when you get there. It’s definitely a place you wouldn’t expect.

Shaw chuckles softly, and he seems to stretch.

Shaw: All right. Since you invited me with such magnificent hospitality, I’ll reluctantly keep you company.

Soon after, the both of us stand at the entrance of a wood carving studio. Shaw tilts his head, looking me up and down.

Shaw: You sure we’re not at the wrong place?

I nod my head.

MC: How is it? I already said you definitely wouldn’t expect it.

Shaw arches his brows, a somewhat surprised expression in his eyes.

Shaw: When did you get a new hobby?

Not giving Shaw a direct response, I lift my hand, raising my phone to his face. The picture on the screen features the string of wood carved persimmons I made in the game.

MC: Look at this string of persimmons. I carved it bit by bit in the game. Looks good, doesn’t it? I plan to carve a replica based on this later.

Shaw leans closer to give it a sweeping glance, his expression a little subtle.

Shaw: ...the object in the picture isn’t too bad. But do you like it that much that you must carve a string of persimmons?

MC: Don’t underestimate this small string of persimmons. Slow work yields fine products. The smaller something is, the more patience and carving skills are tested. Also, this is the first wood carving I made in the game. Furthermore, “everything will go according to one’s wishes” is a wonderful message and well-wish. Making it myself will feel very meaningful.

[Note] For the translation of “everything will go according to one’s wishes”, What MC says is “柿柿如意”, which is a pun based on the popular well-wish “事事如意” (“everything will go according to one’s wishes”)

“Persimmon” is 柿 (“shi”). “Everything” is 事事 (“shi shi”)

Shaw: But based on the level of complexity, you can’t make it without having a foundation in carving.

Predicting that Shaw would say this, I make a fist, lifting my head up confidently.

MC: Don’t underestimate me. I think I’m naturally talented in handwork. If I can make it in the game, I might be able to in reality.

Hearing my “lofty aspirations”, the corners of Shaw’s lips hook upwards, and he elongates the tail of his sentence coolly.

Shaw: Fine, I’ll wait and see.

Probably because it’s the lunch break, only the boss is in the shop.

After telling the boss my purpose in coming, he very quickly prepares the wooden block and burin, then comprehensively explains some matters I should take note of.

[Trivia] A burin (刻刀 - “ke dao”) is a handheld steel tool used for carving metal or wood

MC: Draw a design first, then trace a copy onto the wooden block, then...

Hearing me mumble to myself, Shaw can’t help but arch his brows.

Shaw: It’s no use simply memorising the steps. You’ve got to get started to get the feel of it.

...that make sense.

Very soon, I successfully draw a design based on the picture. However, I keep sensing that something’s missing when I look at the picture of the string of persimmons in my hand.

Darting a glance at Shaw, who occasionally looks at the drawing paper in my hand, I turn my body to the side, displaying the drawing paper in front of him.

MC: Shaw, didn’t you brag about being the “best in hand-drawn sketches” in your department? Want to take a look and make adjustments for me?

[Note] For those who are unaware, Shaw is the only graduate student in the archaeological department of Loveland University, so... of course he’s the best in everything LOL

Shaw’s brows arch slightly. Grabbing a pen on the table casually, he starts making amendments quickly.

Shaw: Done.

Unexpectedly, with just a few strokes, the fullness and lushness of the persimmons are outlined, and the entire picture instantly becomes much more vibrant.

Once all the preparatory work is done, the next step is to saw the sides of the wood carving. Placing the wooden block on the machine, I test out suitable positions.

All of a sudden, Shaw presses on my hand.

Shaw: Didn’t the boss mention that it’d be safer to place it a little beyond the peripheral line?

While saying this, he pulls on my wrist, causing the wooden block to shift to the side slightly. After verifying that it’s in the right place, he releases my hand.

Wood carving in real life is much more difficult than I imagined. The more I tell myself to be calm, the more my hands refuse to obey.

I take a deep breath -

Shaw: Tch, aren’t you going a little too fast?

Right after he finishes speaking, my hand suddenly trembles, and I saw a small hole into the wooden block.

Shaw pauses for a few seconds, then bursts into laughter mercilessly.

He leans over, pointing at the small hole, his eyes gloating over my misfortune.

Shaw: Heh. Did someone take a bite out of the persimmon? It’s actually pretty creative.

Faced with Shaw’s mockery, I pout without saying anything. Then, I mimic his usual tone and glare at him.

MC: Why are you laughing so loudly? My hearing is good, okay.

Shaw casually props himself on the table with his elbows. He turns his head to the side and watches me, eyes filled with interest and a smile.

Perhaps because we’re too close in proximity, I seem to feel his warmth encasing my surroundings.

Smelling the scent of peppermint at the tip of my nose, I subconsciously turn away, muttering softly.

MC: Stop crowding over here... it’s a little warm.

The corners of Shaw’s eyes lift upwards slightly, and he sweeps a gaze over my face. He chuckles, sitting down on the chair behind in a wilful manner.

Not long after, I painstakingly saw the overall outer shape of the wooden block. After that, I start using a chisel to carefully craft the outline and thickness.

Probably because I’m unfamiliar with the techniques, the thickness of both sides of the wood carving are very different despite me putting in a lot of effort into correcting it.

I steal a glance at Shaw who is behind. After some hesitation, I clear my throat.

MC: Erm, could you help me with a little something?

Shaw loosens his shoulders.

Shaw: You want my help?

MC: Since you look like you don't have much to do, why not adjust the thickness of the outline with me?

Shaw doesn’t respond immediately. He folds his arms and leans against the wall, both legs placed casually.

Beneath the sunlight of the scorching afternoon sun, the corners of his lips tilt upwards, revealing a mischievous smile.

Shaw: Someone made a solemn vow earlier that she could do it by herself. So, in order for you to experience this fully, I refuse.

I don’t even spare Shaw half a glance after this, heart sinking as I lower my head in silence, focusing on the wood carving alone.

Perhaps grasping some tricks, my actions are gradually much more proficient than before, despite slow improvement.

The doors to the shop are suddenly pushed open. A parent walks in with a little boy.

The boss greets the new customers. Shaw suddenly lifts his arm and waves, walking over to the boss.

Shaw: Boss, give me a burin too.

Thinking that Shaw was suddenly “pricked by his conscience” and is planning to help, I lift my head to look at him in anticipation.

Unexpectedly, after getting the burin, Shaw picks up the leftover linden wood that I had sawed off earlier.

He stands near the window, lifting his hand leisurely. Against the light, that head of bluish purple hair is even more eye-catching.

Shaw: It’s boring to wait. I’ll try it with you, and give you some competitive motivation.

He reveals a confident smile, his tone not at all humble.

Shaw: I’ll also show you what it means to be “naturally talented”.

Shaw deliberately sits down at a table that’s further away from me.

Seeing that my gaze continues to linger on him, Shaw lifts his eyes, asking teasingly.

Shaw: Why are you staring at me?

MC: ...you already know the answer. Also, you’re pretending to be mysterious. What exactly do you plan to carve?

Shaw: You want to know? All the more reason not to tell you.

With this, he lowers his head, the tip of the pen making rustling sounds. He’s likely drawing a design on the rough paper.

Pursing my lips with a “hmph”, I decide to throw myself into crafting the wood carving.

Just as I strive to painstakingly carve the appearance of the wood carving, the little boy who accompanied his parent here seems to be restless.

He runs around the shop, and finally scuttles to Shaw’s side.

Little Boy: Big Bro, your hair’s really cool!

Shaw releases a “hmph”, paying no attention to the boy. But the little boy is fearless, and continues curiously.

Little Boy: Big Bro, what are you carving?

Unintentionally hearing this, I hurriedly perk up my ears, turning my body towards Shaw secretly.

Shaw glances at the boy from the side, placing the prototype wood carving on the table and leaning it from side to side.

Shaw: Make a guess.

The boy stares at it for a while, then exclaims excitedly.

Little Boy: I see it now - it’s a fish! Big Bro, did I guess correctly?

Shaw doesn’t deny it, revealing an expression which says “you’re pretty knowledgeable”.

Shaw: [aww he sounds so affectionate] Little Imp, your eyesight isn’t bad.

Little Boy: But why do you want to carve a fish?

The boy doesn’t seem to understand, and is also slightly disdainful.

Little Boy: Fishes are so unimpressive. If it were me, I’d carve a big tiger. It’s the king of all creatures, and it’s so impressive!

While the boy speaks, he chuckles in satisfaction.

Shaw laughs, then purses his lips.

Shaw: A wooden carved fish is much more interesting than your big tiger.

The boy has an expression on his face which reads “nonsense”. Shaw casts a sidelong glance at him, scoffing softly.

Shaw: Forget it. You wouldn't understand even if I told you.

Little Boy: Who says I wouldn’t understand? I’ve already learnt many things!

The boy grumbles in dissatisfaction, his arms akimbo, pestering Shaw unflinchingly.

I try my best to control the smile at the corners of my lips, and suddenly have an idea. Clearing my throat, I pretend to be a bystander, inserting myself into the conversation.

MC: What this little boy said is correct. Young man, you can’t look down on others just because you’re older by a few years.

Little Boy: Hmph! That’s right!

My “encouragement” enables the boy to be even less willing to back down, and he purses his small mouth.

Shaw: Oh?

Hearing my response, Shaw lifts his eyes, a mischievous smile curling the corners of his lips upwards.

Shaw: What is it? You also want to know?

MC: Since you started it, it’s only right for you to talk about it more.

Shaw: Since the both of you are pretty eager to learn, I’ll broaden your knowledge.

Next to the window, the rays of light are bright. Shaw arches his brows wilfully.

Shaw: To put it simply, this is related to the history of “fish culture”. Since ancient times, fish have represented auspicious signs and well-wishes.

Little Boy: I know about this! Is this how people wish each other “may you have abundance year after year”? I heard my teacher mentioning it before. It’s because “鱼” and “余” are homophonic!

[Note] The well-wish the boy is referring to is “年年有鱼”, which is a pun based on the proper saying “年年有余”

“Fish” is 鱼 (“yu”), while 余 (also “yu”) means abundance

Shaw: In that case, your teacher only told you half of it.

Shaw fiddles with the burin in his hand, spinning it casually.

Shaw: Fishes are an embodiment of luck. Patterns of fish can often be seen on antiques.

MC: What’s the origin of wooden carved fishes then?

Shaw pauses for a second before responding.

Shaw: Over seven thousand years ago, the most ancient wooden carved fishes were in the Hemudu culture. Based on conjectures, they were likely used for praying and well-wishes.

[Trivia] The Hemudu culture was a Neolithic culture spanning from 5500 BC to 3300 BC, located south of the Hangzhou Bay in Jiangnan in Zhejiang, China

Shaw speaks indifferently, but the boy listens at the side, his eyes wide.

Little Boy: Big Bro, you really know a lot! You’re even more incredible than my teacher!

The corners of Shaw’s lips hook upwards with pride.

Shaw: I guess so. Little Imp, remember to read more books and learn properly.

The boy runs away contentedly. My gaze lands on the wooden carving in Shaw’s hand that I can’t see quite clearly yet.

I didn’t expect the wooden carved fish to have the same symbolism as the string of persimmons. I tilt my head, feeling slightly emotional.

Time flows by as the seconds and minutes pass. Before realising it, the sky dims, and the studio lights are bright.

Swinging my hands which have almost lost all physical strength, I release a long sigh.

At the other side of the table, Shaw lifts his chin towards me.

Shaw: Progress isn’t going smoothly?

Looking at the half-finished product with uneven contours next to my hand, I shake my head a little despondently.

MC: Looks like I won’t be able to finish it today, and would have to come back next time. Also, the actual wood carving is light-years away from what I expected...

Hearing my soft grumbling at the end, Shaw arches his brows.

Shaw: Just by looking at it, the string of persimmons isn’t easy to make. But you dug this pit yourself, so I’ll wait and watch you fill it up.

Ignoring the teasing tone in his voice, I purse my lips.

MC: I definitely won’t give up. What about you? Are you done with the carving?

Shaw has an expression which reads “of course”, and he nods unhesitatingly.

Shaw: It was done a long time ago.

I’m stunned for a moment, both surprised and curious.

One hand supports Shaw’s cheek lightly. With a stretch of his long arm, the wooden carved fish is brought before my eyes.

This is a bright coloured wood carving of a fish. It has a roundish head and a chubby belly, and looks extremely adorable.

I lift up the wooden fish sculpture with both hands, as though instantly struck by its adorable shape.

Shaw: Excellent workmanship with profound symbolism. Your goal has been overtaken by me.

Behind the table, Shaw arches his brows in satisfaction, casually twisting the burin, his pose utterly flamboyant.

Even though his carving is indeed not bad, the moment I lift my eyes and see Shaw’s insuppressible pride, I can’t help but remain silent.

With the sudden impulse to sing a different tune, I deliberately purse my lips, speaking calmly.

MC: It’s just like this I guess. In terms of exquisiteness, I’d give a passing mark at most.

The smile on Shaw’s lips retracts slightly. While looking at me from the side, he releases a “hmph” from his nose.

Shaw: You have the nerve to criticise me? Why don’t you look at your own standard. Also, this is my exclusive design. It’s much more creative than you making a duplicate from the game.

Hearing the unwillingness to back down hidden in his tone, I can’t help but smile secretly.

Shaw glances at me indifferently. He seems to catch the secret smile on my lips, and an indiscernible light flashes across his eyes.

Shaw: Hey, shouldn’t you return it to me after touching it for half a day? You don’t like it anyway.

MC: Who says-

Almost making a slip of the tongue, I hurriedly change my words.

MC: Actually, on closer inspection, it seems that your carving is pretty okay.

Shaw: Just “okay”?

MC: ...I’ll add one mark for its symbolism and origin then.

Pleased with this, Shaw rolls his shoulders, chuckling softly.

Shaw: You still have some taste.

He crosses his leg over the other, his eyebrows suddenly furrowing. He seems to blurt out what’s in his mind.

Shaw: But the head of this fish seems a little too round... Hm, it’s a little irksome. Looks like I need to make some corrections.

MC: No it isn’t? It looks just right like this!

Afraid that Shaw would snatch it back, I hurriedly fold my hands over the wooden carving, and notice a hint of slyness in his eyes.

He leans closer abruptly, instantly closing the distance between us.

Shaw: Looking at your posture... What is it? Can’t bear to return it?

Specks of bright light reminiscent of daytime dance on Shaw’s bluish purple hair, outlining his expression and making it look even more triumphant.

I blink my eyes.

MC: Since you’re already done, I think I should observe it for a while longer, and have some “luck” rubbed off on me. I might even be able to quickly and successfully finish my wood carving too.

Shaw turns his head, the corners of his lips turning upwards relaxedly. A pondering smile surfaces in his bright eyes.

Shaw: You’ve got taste. If you really like it, it’s not that I can’t give it to you.

My heart stirs, eyes widening as I look at him. But I have the feeling that there should be a second half to his sentence.

Shaw leans back relaxedly, stretching casually.

Shaw: But I need to make up for the costs.

...just as I guessed.

Cradling the wooden carving in my hand, I lift my chin towards Shaw.

MC: Go on, what’s the “fee”?

Shaw lowers his head, pretending to deliberate for a few seconds. Then, he lifts his eyes, meeting mine.

Shaw: When you’re done with your wooden carving...

Shaw: It belongs to me.

[Note] There are actually two ways one can interpret this line because it’s kept purposefully vague. It’s simply “归我”, which means “belong to me”. This means we can’t be sure if he’s asking for the wooden carving or MC herself :>

Shaw: How is it? Isn’t it very fair?

Light falls on the tips of Shaw’s hair, reflecting a bright and sly smile in his eyes.

Before I can react, he has already stood up.

Shaw: All right, that’s how it’d be.

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 5)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Cherry Blossom Storm

Next Chapter: Speed of Sound

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Chapter 5: Special Grade

After you bid goodbye to the two girls, you went off back to your dorm room to get dinner, when you bumped into the girl who lived next to your room.

“Oh hi!” She greeted you with a big smile. “I’m Miwa Kasumi, you can call me Miwa. 1st year here! Please take care of me.”

“Hello! I’m Tsuchimikado Y/n, you can call me either Tsuchi or y/n I really don’t mind either way. Also my first year here, please take care of me!” you grinned.

“Ahhh, I’m so nervous to start class here. Are you ready for it?”

“To be honest I’m also nervous, but pretty excited! Ah, I have to go eat dinner now and call my family, but tomorrow I’m free to chat more. You can come over to my room if you’d like.” You offered.

She agreed and bid you goodnight.

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You were able to get to know Miwa before classes began, and it was really fun getting to know her. She talked about her brothers and her origins, but admitted that she couldn’t give out too many details on her technique.

“I’m sorry y/n but I was told to keep it a secret. Even among other jujutsu shi. And I’m just doing all I can to support my brothers.” She sadly spoke.

To which you didn’t mind too much, as you were the same. The Tsuchimikado does its best to keep their strongest techniques and passed down family legends under wraps, to prevent themselves from being targeted by curse users.

“It’s no worry at all, you don’t have to share anything you don’t want to share. And I won’t pry. I come from a minor Jujutsu clan and understand the need to keep cursed technique details a secret.” You smiled and offered her more biscuits.

If you don’t stand out, you would have less affairs to worry about. Unlike the great 3 Jujutsu clans. And because of this, you sort of grew up in a regular loving home, with the exception of normalcy brought by the need to kill curses.

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Classes soon started after and honestly they were not too bad. You all got your student ID cards on the very first day.

You were surprised to see that you were awarded a Special Grade title on the very first day… not what you expected. The rest were, as expected, Grade 4 jujutsu sorcerers.

Everyone starts on the same level and can have their ranks increased as they go. They can get recommended to Grade 2 and/or Grade 1 based on their performance.

Geniuses were said to start as a Grade 2 sorcerer in their first year. Grade 3 was average for a jujutsu high student. And a special grade is an anomaly.

You were pretty sure that you and your family kept your condition under wraps and yet… You looked up to Utahime and asked if you could have a chat outside. She eyed you knowingly and the others stared at you as you left the room.

“Uhhh… There seems to be a mistake with this. I don’t think I am fit to be a Special Grade yet Utahime sensei.” you explained to her truthfully.

“Tsuchimikado chan. You are from a minor Jujutsu clan, that's true. And while it is very rare for an esper to be born in your clan, there was a higher up who was in touch with your father. They received enough information about your technique, albeit not all of it of course, and cursed energy levels, deeming you to be a special grade.”

You just stared at her in shock at all this info. Sure you’ve been sparring with your cousins, and yeah nobody could come close to you when you had mastered your basic barriers and cursed technique. But you didn’t expect to get this far.

Then Utahime sighed, “Okay I’ll be honest. There was one other person who actually pushed for this and was surprisingly agreed to by the elders.”

You felt yourself tense up, “Who?”

“Gojo Satoru said you were capable of dealing a massive destruction over a large scaled area. And of course, the jujutsu higher ups are aware as to what happened to you when you were 6 years old.”

“Satoru nii!” You paled, blood draining out of your face, but before you could open your mouth Utahime consoled you. “It’s okay. It’s kept top secret… well as much as a secret can be amongst the Jujutsu school leaders and higher ups. Don’t worry, we understand your situation.”

You just nodded, still as white as a sheet. ‘They know, oh gosh of course they know!’ you thought with horror.

“Okay, now nobody should give you any trouble. Just relax, you’re not forced to give out any info to the other students if you don’t want to. It’s okay,” She pushed you back into the classroom where the other students were chatting.

“Haiiii, let’s start class now.” Utahime called out to which you all responded with a “Yes sensei.”

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Everything started to calm down and settle at school for you after that day.

Most of your time was spent in the classroom with regular subjects. But then you’d have the added physical training and cursed energy management with Utahime sensei, which you always looked forward to the most.

“Okay, time to form pairs now. Mai and Y/n. Miwa and Mechamaru, try to disarm and pin down your opponent if you can. Y/n go easy on the others.” Utahime sensei spoke, to which of course you agreed to.

Amongst the first years, both you and Mechamaru seemed to be the most capable, proficient even with long range techniques.

Mai and Miwa were weak in close combat quarters when they were disarmed. And it was too easy for you to disarm them with minimal cursed energy, as you spent a lot of time sparring with your older male cousins.

“Hup!” You closed in on Mai and kicked the gun from her grasp before flipping her body and pinning her to the ground. Mixed martial arts definitely comes in handy.

“Ouch, she said to go easy on me Y/n. You’re still pretty rough.” Mai spat out. “Get strong now or you won’t last on the battlefield. You have to focus on surviving.” You darkly said. Mai was shocked at that since you were always so bright and cheerful.

But everyone else noticed that whenever you were training, (whether it be by yourself in your free time or sparring with the others during class) you seemed like an entirely different person. Cold, calculating, detached, strong and fierce.

But of course, you always did your best to help them improve. “Mai, you’re moving your body wrong. Stabilise your footing, then aim. If I come close to you from the side, try to hit me based on your peripheral vision quicker.”

Truth be told, she improved. “Thank you y/n. You seem familiar with martial arts. Do you do any?” She asked you during break time.

Mechamaru and Miwa listened in, facing you curiously. The entire school is now aware of your Special Grade status, but everyone was still shy to outright ask you about the full details of how it was granted.

“I do. I’ve grown up sparring with my older male cousins all the time. Mixed martial arts, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and Krav Maga. Not sure if you guys know of Tsuchimikado Hiroki? Graduated from Kyoto Jujutsu high a few years back.”

“I’ve heard of his name in passing, but I don’t know of him. Your clan is kept pretty well under wraps after all.” Mai said. You smiled and nodded.

You were set to spar with Mechamaru after the break. This is where it got interesting. You activated your technique for the first time since training started as he shot laser beams at you.

He did everything he could, but even with his sword options, and strongest bursts of cursed energy, nothing hit you while you stood in the same spot.

You had activated your cursed technique, and made the space around you warp, making the attacks bounce off. Mechamaru had pretty solid power, but it wasn’t enough to rock you.

You held out one hand, “Enhanced gravity: Output level 5%” and Mechamaru’s body crumpled against the ground. You increased the air pressure above his body until he shouted, “Give!”.

You released your technique and thanked him for the fight. Mai and Miwa had stopped sparring to watch the both of you.

“Wow.” Miwa said with sparkling eyes. “No wonder… she’s special grade.” she whispered.

To be honest, at the end of the day labels and rankings meant NOTHING to you. You wanted all your allies to get as strong as they can be, so that they won’t suffer during missions.

Which is why you openly offered advice and help when they needed it. You’ve had enough of loss.

◇◇◇

When you had your free time you made your way to the library as was planned. You had a list of topics to burn through. Past lives, shared visions, alternate worlds, future visions… and the topic of soulmates. You had to get to the bottom of whatever happened between Noritoshi senpai and you.

The Tsuchimikado clan did have its history and legends as well. You had information on the other big 3 clans and their techniques. Along with that information came the basic legends of old. Soulmates, possibilities of inherited memories, parallel worlds, and some of the most evil of curses to exist. (Such as Ryomen Sukuna).

But you were sad to see that there was a lack of books on soulmates. Only some left on alternate and Parallel Worlds. 'Is the library lacking??? Didn't expect that.' You thought sadly.

You asked the librarian about it but, "I'm sorry my dear, we only have what's there on the shelves. There's a possibility the books have been borrowed. I can check the database for you."

"Yes please, thank you so much."

"Ah yes….. Kamo kun has taken some books on soulmates, parallel worlds, foresight and Abe no Seimei. Are those any of what you're looking for?" She asked.

You felt yourself pause. Okay so you were both thinking along the same lines. Not surprising.

"Yes, I can just wait for him to return it or ask him about it then. Thank you so much that was a great help!" You bid her your goodbyes and left the library.

Not to worry, you were going to see him real soon.

Author's notes: These first few chapters focus heavily on world building to set the pace for the story. You'll see a lot more of Nori in the following chapters <3

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

#kamo noritoshi #kamo noritoshi x you #jjk kamo #jujutsu kaisen fanfics #jjk imagines #noritoshi x reader #noritoshi fluff #noritoshi x y/n #miwa kasumi #mechamaru #zenin mai #jujutsu kaisen x reader #blood bound #red strings of fate

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Prompt: Hi, so I really flippin love your writing style and I was wondering if you could write a fic of the sides just flirting(mainly Janus because we all know he's the best flirter) with each other, like in (Un)wanted chapter 1 where Janus was flustering Virgil really badly, that sort of thing. Could be DLAMP or DLAMPR I don't mind. You don't have too I was just wondering... Thanks either way!

First off, thank you so much for the prompt! Second...

Listen. Everything is awful and I don’t understand how flirting works. Ever. Actually, you know what, no. No one understands what flirting is. There have been so many fucking tests run and no one can ever tell who is flirting ever. It’s bullshit. Everything is bullshit and I’ve never understood a damn thing in my entire life and I’m sure as hell not about to start now. So.

That being said, here.

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Pairings: yes. LAMP, DLAMP, DLAMPR.

Warnings: sympathetic janus & remus

Word Count: 5884

If you ask anyone whose fault is it that everyone, for some reason, starting flirting with each other, they’ll blame Janus. Even Janus. He knows what he did. It’s his fault.

Anyway, there are a few things that are a given. Everyone flirts with everyone, with the one exception of Roman and Remus. They’re brothers. It doesn’t work. Anything else is fair game. Are they being serious? Who knows. Probably. Maybe. Keeping anything straight around the Mindscape is complicated enough, for obvious reasons.

Doesn’t mean there can’t be some level of trying to keep track of what’s bound to happen at some point.

Patton’s flirting is both the least obvious and the most obvious. It’s super cheesy pick up lines delivered completely genuinely and the sweetest pet-names ever. But the problem is that’s not too different from how he normally is. For some reason, the Dad Coaxing Tone™ is the worst and he knows it. He doesn’t flirt nearly as often as some of the others do and he’s surprisingly sweet about it. It normally just makes them kind of giggly and slightly redder than normal. Always comes with hugs, which is never something to complain about. Cheeky comments and cheeky smiles that leave them second-guessing everything that just happened. And, of course, by the time they’re just about finished wrapping their heads around what just happened, he’s back with another line and here they go again.

Roman.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

They should have expected this because his job is romance but fucking hell.

His way of showing love is through poking fun at things so…all the teasing. All of it. Not just verbal teasing, even though that in itself is enough to make everyone melt into puddles, but he gets close. Like, sneak-up-and-hug-you-from-behind kind of close. Or he’ll just stand really close with a smirk as he teases them, waiting for them to give in and run into his arms. Or he’ll crowd them against the wall. Or the counter. Someone probably dared him to do this—or not, because, again, it’s Roman—but he definitely pinned Logan to the wall and didn’t let up until his grip on Logan’s wrists were the only thing keeping him standing. Also, super gushy pet-names. Like, super gushy. Like Patton, very fond of telling them how cute they are, including asking them why they’re hiding such a cute face, come on, he wants to see how adorable they are. With Janus and Logan, he makes his voice lower, taking advantage of how close that lets him get. Dramatic monologues or sneaking up and dipping them are a must. He goes full Disney Prince and doesn’t let up until they can’t even ramble anymore, smiling down at their bright red cheeks. With the others, he makes his voice very sweet, soft, and gentle. He gets right in their faces so they can’t go anywhere and riles them up until they’re a melted squirmy mess. It’s not uncommon to find someone—normally Patton or Virgil— an absolute puddle with Roman beaming, just twisting them round and round his finger. Merciless and shameless flirt. Roman is the actual worst and they all love him.

Virgil is affectionately known as The Meme Flirter. No prizes for guessing who came up with that. He picks one nickname for each of them and just peppers it into conversation with a wink and a smirk. The master of timing. He doesn’t need to spend ages winding them up, he just picks the right moment and they’re covering their faces and squirming. Also uses the technique of being close but not close enough to touch. Sometimes he’ll team up with Roman or Logan and just be there all ‘you know he’s right’ when they look to him for help, or engage in conversation with whoever else is flirting about how red they’re getting, or how much they’re squirming. Or he’ll engage in flirt competitions. He’s way more confident about it than they ever anticipate and it always catches them off guard. He keeps an eye on them though, because he knows the others (especially Roman) can get carried away. “You don’t wanna break ‘em, do you?”

(They do sometimes but shh.)

For Logan, infodumping is the actual best way of expressing affection and you will not convince him otherwise. He’ll research topics so they can talk about them together if they want but if you think that is it then boy howdy you are wrong. This guy keeps notebooks on the best way to fluster each and every one of the Sides, okay. He knows his shit. He infodumps about them too, phrasing compliments as provable facts. Will pretend to be confused about why they’re getting so flustered, he’s just telling them the truth, why are you so red? It would be convincing if he weren’t purposefully making his voice as low as it can go and smirking. Also a teasy bastard. He will just ask them to do things he knows they can’t help doing when they get flustered, especially with Patton or Janus. He’s asked Janus to squee for him more often than he would like. (Liar.) Or they’ll be protesting and telling them to knock it off and he’ll just point out that ‘no one is holding you. Nor are we blocking any exits. By all means, if you wish to leave, then you may.’ Knowing perfectly well they’re puddles and puddles can’t move. But then ‘oh, you must not want to leave.’ ‘Accidental’ touches make it worse, as well as nonchalantly adding in pet-names. He’s the one who figured out that pet-names make them melt, by the way. Also figured out that firmer touches help ground them, so he offers them a deal sometimes. If they like, they can come and cuddle with him while he flirts. It gives them an excuse to cuddle and a place to hide, but that does mean he’s murmuring right into their ears. It’s a double-edged sword. When he teams up with Roman they are the worst, especially when they agree that it’s necessary to reestablish emotional stability. Or they’re bored, snickering when poor Virgil bolts out of the room from too much blush. Virgil will run away if it gets to be too much, he’s got that built into his whole deal as anxiety, but Janus…forget about it. That team-up definitely has overwhelmed the poor thing multiple times. You can’t freeze with these predators, they’ll eat you alive. They definitely teased and flirted with him until he burst into tears one time, it was…an experience.

“Enough!”

Roman pauses, midway through some dramatic gesture, faltering at the crack in Janus’s voice. Logan glances at him before looking back at Janus, his hands still pressed hard to his face, his shoulders tense. He takes a small step forward and tilts his head.

“Janus?”

He calls his name softly until he lowers his hands, unable to stop the comforting noise when he sees the tears on his cheeks. Beside him, Roman inhales sharply, only to make a noise of protest when he immediately covers his face again.

“Janus,” he says, dropping the flirty persona immediately, “may I touch you?”

Please say yes, please.

He nods. Logan reaches out, gently covering his hands to coax them away, clutching them tightly.

“Too much?” Janus nods. “My apologies, it was not my intention to overwhelm you.”

“Nor mine, little snake,” Roman says quietly.

“I know.”

“Would you like us to stay,” Logan asks gently, giving his hands a squeeze, “or leave you alone?”

Janus shuffles, his mouth drawing tight and his hands tensing. Logan is content to wait patiently for him to make up his mind, but Roman seems to have other ideas.

“Oh dear,” he murmurs, stepping a little closer, “we really overdid it this time, didn’t we, darling?”

“I said enough,” Janus mumbles.

“I know, I know, I’m done,” he assures, reaching out to tenderly wipe his cheek, “I promise. Oh, oh you poor thing…”

“Roman,” Logan chides gently, “I don’t think…”

He trails off when Janus frees one of his hands, tentatively reaching out for Roman. Roman swoops in, gathering him into a hug so tight his fingers whiten from his grip on him. As Logan watches, Roman tilts his head slightly, beginning to pepper kisses along the side of his face.

“I don’t understand,” he says quietly, “how…how is this not more overwhelming?”

“I think you’re going to have to wait to ask him that, Specs,” Roman murmurs, “because I don’t know that either.”

“Then how did you know it would work?”

Roman looks up at him, sadness coloring his gaze. “Because a different face told me it would.”

Ah.

“I’m right here,” Roman says softly, rocking Janus in his arms, “I’m right here, little snake. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Janus all but slumps into Roman’s embrace, his head tucking neatly against his shoulder as he presses more kisses to his face.

“I have you, alright? I’m not going to hurt you, you know I’m not.” Roman adjusts his grip. “It’s just like we always do, hmm? I rile you up and then you come here and I cuddle you right back down.”

He pulls back to gently catch another tear with his thumb. “Just pushed a bit too far this time, hmm?”

I rile you up and cuddle you back down.

Like we always do.

I’m not going to hurt you, you know I’m not.

“I understand,” Logan breathes, “I understand now.”

“Understand what?”

“What’s happening.” Logan steps forward, gently resting his hands on the part of Janus’s back not covered by Roman’s arms. “And how I can help.”

“By all means then,” Roman says, “tell us.”

“Janus is…not accustomed to receiving compliments,” Logan begins, lightly hushing Janus’s noise of protest.

“It’s true, little snake,” Roman says.

“Yes, and we will work on that,” Logan promises, “but that does make it easy to blindside or disarm him with comments of that nature. Hence…”

He motions between the three of them.

“You’re not used to experiencing affection like this,” he continues softly, “and especially not through flirting or playful teasing, which is why it doesn’t take much effort on our parts to fluster you.”

Janus makes another noise of protest and he shushes him gently.

“I’m not trying to tease, Janus, I promise,” he murmurs, “but it doesn’t, does it? It makes you uncomfortable because you don’t understand it, not really, so you don’t know what to expect next. We have not exactly been…forthcoming with affection in the past, have we?”

Janus nods hesitantly.

“This, however,” Logan continues, leaning a little more of his weight onto his hands, “is a form of affection you understand very well.”

He steps a little closer, rubbing firm circles into Janus’s back.

“You are a very heat-sensitive person,” he says, “and you understand how to give and receive affection in this language, so to speak. When one of us touches you while we are teasing or flirting with you, it heightens the loss of control you feel because it’s something that should be familiar, but it’s being used in an unfamiliar way.”

“But when it’s like this,” Logan continues, leaning closer, “it’s calming. Grounding. Especially after you’ve just been in a state of higher stress. You know what we mean by it.”

“When I put my hand on your shoulder or your back,” he murmurs, shifting his weight further onto his hands, “you know it means I’m here, right here, and I’m not going anywhere. When Roman kisses you—“ Logan smiles when Roman uses that as an excuse to press another kiss to Janus’s forehead— “you know it means he cares about you, that he won’t let anything hurt you.”

“Look at our resident genius over here,” Roman says, leaning over to peck Logan’s cheek too, smirking when it brings a flush to his face, “aww, Logan, feeling left out?”

“No,” Logan replies stiffly, ignoring the growing smirk on Roman’s face, “and even if I were, we have more pressing matters to deal with.”

“No, no,” Janus mumbles, “I’m good now, I can leave, it can be Logan’s turn.”

Roman raises his eyebrows. ‘Are you gonna let that go?’

Logan will most certainly not.

“I can assure you,” he rumbles into Janus’s ear, “I am perfectly satisfied with our roles as they currently stand.”

Roman chuckles when Janus squirms in his grip.

“After all,” Logan continues, “we have just established that this can be quite the cathartic experience for you, it wouldn’t do at all to interrupt it before it is complete.”

“Did you just…create a scientific excuse to do this in the name of maintaining emotional stability?”

Logan smirks. “Perhaps.”

“You know better than to try and argue with Logan about science,” Roman adds.

Janus swats at them half-heartedly but doesn’t protest when Roman lets him go a few moments later, pressing one last kiss to his forehead and leaving. Logan taps him gently on the shoulder.

“Am I correct, Janus?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, a little red still on his cheeks, “you’re right.”

“Good.” Logan reaches out and slides the tissue box closer. “And…thank you.”

He looks up, confused. “For what?”

Logan smiles. “For telling us it was too much, and for letting us help.”

That’s the first time Logan’s able to determine exactly how best to help one of them calm down, especially after one of them is incredibly flustered. The first time he implements it is under…slightly different circumstances.

He’s not quite sure how Virgil and Roman talked him into playing Truth Or Dare, but here he is, on the couch, Roman sprawled across the floor, Virgil perched on the back. So far he’s had to cover his ears from Roman belting the third Disney medley in an hour and he has several questions for Remus about where his good clipboard is. Then it’s Virgil’s turn again and he picks dare.

“Are you sure, My Chemically Imbalanced Romance?” Roman asks.

“Just hit me with it, Princey.”

Roman taps his fingers against his chin, glancing around. His eyes land on a spot over Logan’s shoulder and he grins. Logan follows his gaze and sees Janus in the kitchen.

“I dare you,” Roman announced, “to flirt with Patton for two minutes.”

Virgil snorts. “That’s it?”

Roman just sweeps his arm dramatically. “Your dare awaits.”

Virgil shrugs, getting up off the couch and making his way to the kitchen. The instant he’s almost there, Roman scrambles up, jumping onto the couch next to Logan, almost landing on top of him, hooking his chin over the back.

Logan raises an eyebrow. “Comfortable?”

“Shush, Pocket Protector,” Roman says, flapping a hand, “and get your timer out.”

Logan rolls his eyes, checking his watch and watching Virgil lean on the counter, propping his chin on his hand.

“Hey there, cutie.”

Patton startles, whirling around to see Virgil. “Hey! Wow, you scared me, uh, yeah, hi there!”

“Sorry,” Virgil smiles, not sounding the least bit sorry, “can’t help it. You look like a cute little bunny when you’re startled.”

“Oh, god, not this,” Patton mutters, turning around, his face already starting to flush.

Virgil grins, his tongue between his teeth as Patton tries to go back to what he was doing. “You just make it too easy, cutie.”

“I do not!”

The grin turns feral. “Then why don’t you turn around and show me that pretty face?”

“Nope. No thank you. I’m going to stay over here.”

“Why, afraid of proving me right?”

“No.”

“Then come on, cutie,” Virgil says, tilting his head, “turn around.”

Patton leans his head back, sighing before turning around and spreading his arms. “Happy?”

“Mm.” Virgil grins. “You’ve got such pretty eyes, Patton.”

He stutters, his face already turning red. “Oh my god. Stop!”

“Can’t help it cutie,” Virgil says, waggling his eyebrows and chuckling when Patton covers his face, “I’ve been dared to do this for two minutes!”

“Good to know,” Patton squeaks, “that this is only happening because it’s mandatory.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, cutie, you know I’ll flirt with you anyway.”

“That is not what I meant!”

Virgil only laughs harder. “You might wanna pace yourself, cutie, you’ve still got…”

He trails off, looking at Logan. Logan checks his watch.

“One minute and twelve seconds.”

“One minute and twelve seconds left,” Virgil finishes, propping himself back up on the counter, “so…”

The sight is entertaining, Logan has to admit. Patton goes bright and flushed, his eyes squeezing shut, mumbling little things to himself and trying not to whine every time Virgil opens his mouth.

“Aw,” Virgil teases when he breaks and tries to bite down on his knuckle, “don’t muffle yourself, cutie.”

“Goodness, you need to stop.”

“I want your voice on my playlist, it’s so pretty.”

“Why?”

“I just said.” Virgil props his chin on his hand again. “It’s so pretty.”

“No, why are you doing this?”

Virgil smirks. “Because you’re so pretty.”

And with that, Patton’s reduced to another blushy panic with plenty of muttered comments and Virgil’s standing there, grinning. It’s refreshing, seeing Virgil so confident, so sure of himself. It looks good on him.

And, of course, Patton is objectively adorable.

The scene is so captivating, in fact, that Logan glances down at his watch only to realize the two minutes have expired.

“Time,” he calls, much to Patton’s relief.

“Thank goodness.”

“Aw,” Virgil pouts, “you’ll hurt my feelings, cutie.”

“Nope. No more.” Patton points a stern finger at him, the effect slightly undone by his pink cheeks and the fact that he’s obviously fighting a smile. “You get out.”

Virgil just winks and saunters back to the couch.

“Stellar performance, Dark and Stormy,” Roman declares, giving Virgil a round of applause, “truly excellent.”

“Well done,” Logan says, “that was quite the display of self-confidence.”

Virgil just lifts a shoulder and lets it drop. “Eh. Easy dare. My turn now, right?”

“Indeed.”

Virgil narrows his eyes, glancing between the two of them. “Princey. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Roman answers immediately, “what kind of prince would I be if I turned down a challenge?”

Virgil smirks. “Alright, then. You have two minutes to make Patton redder than I did.”

“Done.”

“Virgil,” Logan chides lightly as Roman prances off toward the kitchen.

“Relax,” Virgil says, settling in to watch, “it’s not like he’s gonna hurt him.”

“No, he’s just going to fluster him with the end goal of rendering him inarticulate.”

Virgil smirks. “Exactly. Now shut up and watch.”

“Oh, Addie,” Roman calls, smirking at the way Patton startles.

“Oh, um, hey, Roman, um, what do you want?”

“I just want to talk to you, Patton.”

“Oh goodness,” Patton mumbles, already covering his face as Roman crowds him against the counter, “don’t say my name like that, that’s really mean!”

Roman’s eyes gleam. “Dearest, if you wanted me to call you pet names instead, you only had to ask, my sweet, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

“No!”

Roman just smirks, bracing his hands on either side of him. “No? Then what should I call you, gorgeous?”

Any reply is too muffled for Logan to hear. Virgil snickers as Roman sighs dramatically.

“Fine, I’ll just have to call you by your lovely, lovely name.” He leans forward to try and peer through the gaps in his fingers. “Almost as lovely as you.”

He chuckles when Patton whines again, spluttering like a fish out of water. “You’re so cute when you’re at a loss for words.”

“What do you want?”

“Oh, I was dared to make you redder than Virgil did.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re absolutely stunning, darling,” Roman answers easily, “and it’s stunningly easy to flirt with you.”

“It is not!”

Virgil snorts and Logan raises an eyebrow. Roman’s smirk widens.

“Of course is it, cutie pie,” he coos, “all I have to do is this.”

“N-no, don’t do that,” Patton stammers, trying to cover his face with a dish towel, only for Roman to catch his hands and effortlessly pull them out of the way, lacing their fingers together and holding them against the counter.

“What’s the problem, sweetie?” He gently blows a strand of hair out of Patton’s face. “Is it just that I’m…right here? Talking like this to you? Is that it, honey?”

“Mmm!”

“Hmm?” Roman tilts his head. “What’s that, cutie?”

“It’s not even flirting,” Patton manages, still looking as if he’s trying to sink into the counter.

“I’m not even saying anything, cutie,” Roman coos, “and there’s nothing I enjoy better than being able to render you speechless like this.”

Logan has to admit, Roman’s teasing is enough to make him shift on the couch, a slight flush rising unbidden to his face. Judging by the way Virgil starts fiddling with the strings on his hoodie, he’s not immune to it either.

It really should not be that much of a surprise that Roman is one of the most proficient flirters in the Mindscape. Romance, passion, and desire all fall under his purview. And yet, here they all are, slowly growing more and more flustered.

“Okay,” Virgil mutters just loud enough for Logan to hear, “Princey’s getting me and he’s not even trying.”

“I concur.” Logan adjusts his tie and glances at his watch. “Thirty seconds.”

“Come on.” Roman tugs gently at the towel in Patton’s hands. “You have to show me your cute little face, otherwise I won’t know if the dare’s over yet!”

He finally manages to get the towel away from him and gasps, quickly reaching out to cup his cheeks before he can cover his face again. “Oh, just look at you, you’re even cuter up close!”

“R-Roman!”

“Yes, cutie pie?”

“Let me go!”

“Go where,” Roman murmurs, pushing Patton gently against the counter, “can you think of anywhere better to be than right here, in my arms, while I tease you silly? Hmm? You’re not even trying to get away, sunshine.”

“Time.”

Roman chuckles, stepping back, perching his hands on his hips. “What do you think, redder than Virgil’s go?”

“Hmm,” Virgil hums, leaning over the back of the couch, “dunno. Can’t see his face from here.”

“I’m mad at you,” Patton mutters, already covering his face.

“Aw, no,” Roman purrs, “no you aren’t. Come on, gorgeous, if you don’t show us your face, I’ll just have to do it again!”

“No.” Patton forces his hands down, making Roman chuckle again. Sure enough, his face is beet red, covering his skin with such intensity that for a moment, Logan worries. Then Virgil snorts.

“Aww, he’s so cute!”

“I know, isn’t he?”

“Oh my goodness.”

“Virgil,” Logan chides lightly.

“You’re no fun, teach,” Virgil says, waving a hand, but he concedes. “Yeah, alright, Princey. You win.”

Roman bows, sweeping his hand in a wide arc, before taking one of Patton’s hands and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Thank you, sunshine.” With a wink, he strides back to the couch and sits down triumphantly. “That was fun!”

His eyes widen when he sees Logan adjust his glasses nervously and Virgil quickly flips up his hood.

“Don’t tell me that you got flustered too,” he teases, reaching up to poke Logan’s arm.

“Enough,” Logan says quickly, “your turn to ask.”

For a moment, he braces himself for Roman to not, indeed, agree, but then Roman simply pouts and tilts his head up.

“Logan, dare or dare?”

Logan blinks. “That is not the game, Roman.”

“Yeah, but you’re the only one who hasn’t done a dare yet, so…” Roman shrugs. “Dare or dare?”

“It seems pointless for me to choose between two of the same options,” Logan sighs, “but I will select ‘dare.’”

Roman tilts his head this way and that, considering Logan. Then he grins.

“I don’t think it’s fair if we leave Logan out,” he says to Virgil, “do you?”

“Oh, goodness, hasn’t Patton had enough?”

Virgil narrows his eyes at him. “So you don’t wanna have a turn?”

Logan fiddles with his watch. “…I didn’t say that.”

“Marvelous!” Roman claps his hands. “Oh, don’t be so shy, Logan!”

“We know you’ve got notebooks full of ways to fluster us, L,” Virgil adds, “you’re good at it, okay?”

Logan is quite proud of his ability to flirt, although how the others know about his research is a worrying question.

“So,” Roman says cheerfully, “you have two minutes, but you have a harder job than we did.”

Logan frowns and Roman’s grin widens.

“You have two minutes to make Patton melt.”

“Oh, Logan’s screwed,” Virgil chortles, tugging at his hoodie strings, “he’s so wound up right now.”

Well.

Logan gets up, adjusts his tie, and heads for the kitchen, ignoring the way Roman and Virgil scramble up onto the couch to watch.

Patton’s leaning over the counter, pressing his hand to his forehead. He glances up when Logan enters the kitchen and pauses. Contrary to his previous statement, he doesn’t look upset or angry, simply exhausted.

“You too, hmm?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Patton groans, letting his head drop onto the counter. “Did I do something? Or are you all just bored?”

“We’re bored,” Virgil shouts, “and you’re cute!”

“Shh, it’s not your turn anymore!”

“Shut up, Princey.”

Logan rolls his eyes fondly, stepping closer. Patton straightens up, waving a hand.

“Go on. Just get it over with.”

“And I thought Roman was dramatic,” Logan remarks dryly, “but I am not keeping you here. If you truly wish to leave…”

He gestures toward the stairs. Patton glances between him and the stairs.

“…really?”

“By all means,” Logan says, lowering his voice and leaning against the wall to demonstrate he had no intentions of moving, “be my guest.”

He watches, carefully keeping his face blank, as Patton starts to edge around the counter. He eyes the little bit of space he’s left and he can see the moment he realizes it’s not enough.

“Okay,” he says, “I’m gonna go now.”

“I know.” Logan tilts his head and smiles. “I’m not stopping you.”

He stops out of his reach and stares at the gap again. One more little push, then.

“You know…” Logan adjusts his glasses and looks Patton up and down. “You do not seem to be particularly…eager to leave, Patton.” He lets the corner of his mouth turn up into a smirk. “Could it be that…you do not wish to leave?”

Patton takes the bait.

As soon as Patton gets close enough, Logan hooks his foot around his ankle and blocks his exit, not bothering to hide his smirk this time. “However,” he says quietly, “I do have a task to perform.”

“You,” Patton mumbles, closing his eyes, “are mean.”

“Then allow me to make it up to you.” Logan moves, using his weight to push him back into the kitchen. “I have a proposition.”

“Logan…”

Logan smiles, leaning against the counter. “Come here.”

“That sounds awful.” Logan raises his eyebrows. “…okay, okay, I’m coming.”

Patton stops in front of him, his arms wrapped protectively around his waist. He does indeed look very cute.

“Touch can be very grounding for you,” Logan says quietly, careful to keep his voice too low for Roman and Virgil to hear, “so if you like, you may cuddle with me for the duration of the two minutes.”

“…really?”

“Yes, really.” He holds out one hand, palm up. “Or, you may leave. I won’t stop you this time.”

He hugs himself tighter, glancing between the stairs and Logan’s hand. He tilts his head.

“Come here, Patton,” he murmurs.

He takes his hand.

He pulls Patton closer, opening his arms and letting him hug him nervously. He hugs him back, creating a little pocket of intimacy apart from the rest of the room.

“There…” Logan leans down to whisper in his ear. “Isn’t that better? Now you have something to hold onto, something to hide your face, hmm?”

Patton nods, his face buried in his shoulder.

The other thing about having Patton in his arms is that he can murmur directly into his ear, which both prevents Roman and Virgil from hearing anything he’s saying and makes flustering him much, much easier. He says as much, smiling when Patton whines and tightens his grip.

“Do you know what my dare was, Patton?” When he shakes his head, Logan reaches up to gently run his hand through his hair. “It was not, in fact, to fluster you, but to make you melt.”

“M-melt?”

“Yes, dear,” Logan smirks when Patton shudders involuntarily. “Do you like the pet names, little one?”

“Logan…”

“Shh,” he murmurs, running his hand through his hair again, “it’s quite alright, dear. Physical affection helps you relax, pet names make you feel cared for. It makes sense.

“You are a sweetheart. No, no, don’t disagree with me,” he hushes, “you are. You care very much about how you can help other people and you do, sweetheart. It follows that having such affections be returned make you feel good.”

He tightens his grip, cradling his head against his shoulder. “You feel good right now, don’t you, dear?”

“…yes.”

“Then, truly, how can you blame us for wanting to call you so many?” Logan tilts his head a little more. “You always get so flustered by it.”

“No, I don’t…”

“You clearly do,” he purrs, “you’re not hiding it well, dear. I can feel how warm your face is, pressed into me like that.”

As he speaks, he feels it grow warmer still. He chuckles.

“Oh, there’s really no need to be so embarrassed, dear,” he murmurs, “it makes complete sense. Hugs have been proven to decrease stress, reduce blood pressure, and increase the production of oxytocin.“ He smirks. “Quite the addictive drug, no?”

Patton whines and he runs his hand slowly down his spine, pulling his hips against his.

“You are smaller than me—“

“Hey!”

“—you are, which increases the feeling of protection,” he murmurs, “and safety, and thus you will relax.”

He draws the word out with deliberate slowness, the end of it turning into a chuckle as he trembles in his hold.

“That’s it, dear,” he says softly, “relax. Because there’s one more reason you’re going to melt for me.”

Logan pauses, glancing up to see Roman and Virgil staring at them over the edge of the kitchen counter. He smirks and puts his mouth deliberately close to Patton’s ear.

“You care for me, don’t you, Patton,” Logan whispers, his breath ghosting over his neck, “you do, don’t you? You care for me.”

Patton whimpers.

“Say it, dear,” Logan coaxes, “say you care for me?”

“…of course I do,” comes the strangled whisper.

“Of course you do,” he purrs, “of course you do, and here you are…wrapped up in my arms…letting me call you pet names…letting you hide your blush in the crook of my neck…”

He shifts one last time, making sure Roman and Virgil can see. Raising his voice slightly, he cups the back of Patton’s head protectively. He glances at his watch.

“Ready?” He threads his fingers through the baby hairs on the back of Patton’s neck.

“One…two…three, melt for me, dear.”

The two minutes run out just as Patton whines and melts into a blushing little puddle in Logan’s arms.

“Holy shit,” Logan hears Virgil mutter, “he fucking did it.”

“I’m never underestimating him again.” Roman throws his hands up. “He did it in two minutes.”

He tightens his grip, his nails scratching the back of his neck. “Good job, dear.”

And if it makes him shudder and lean into him a little more, well, that’s just something else to add to the notebook.

It’s cathartic; he can wind them up, make them all flustered, and then open his arms and cuddle them right back down, give them the reassurance of getting all worked up in a safe environment where nothing’s really gonna hurt them. Plus, if they’re too tired to protest when he peppers kisses all over them, that’s just a bonus.

Janus—the one whose fault this is—is classic spy movie seduction. Textbook. His silver-tongue makes compliments as smooth as his scales and subtle touches that make their heads spin. Pet names, snarky comments, teasing, the lot of it. He knows they have a thing for his voice. All he has to do most of the time is get close and purr and they’re putty in his hands. Sometimes he’ll stay further away where they have nowhere to hide and just watch them squirm. Sometimes he just has to look at them a certain way and they’re gone. He is the embodiment of using the business end of your weapon to homo-erotically tilt up your opponent’s chin. Rivals Roman for how easy it is for him to make them flustered, but unlike Roman, with him, it’s a toss-up. He knows he’s a lot, and odds are, if he’s going to flirt with them, it’s more likely to be for the catharsis reason and less because they’re fun to play with. (Even though they are.) So, if he’s not having a competition with another Side or in a playful mood, he’s much gentler about it than Roman is, he’ll stop a lot sooner or pull them into his lap for cuddles. Or, like Remus, he’ll just touch them, let them hide their face in the crook of his neck, and just run his hands over them. It’s a perfect combination of grounding and flustering. Plus, warmth is good for snakes and there’s nothing warmer than a bright, flushed, flustered face. Totally doesn’t fluster people on purpose to steal their body heat.

Remus is by far the only side where his approaches are completely different depending on who it is. Virgil is flustered very easily by his innuendos and everything, the more audacious, the better. Sometimes it resorts to the two of them having a flirt-off, the loser hiding their face while the victor cackles. Or Remus will make something that totally isn’t an innuendo into one and Virgil’s gone. For Logan, often he’ll just find him and tackle him onto the nearest surface, flopping down on top of him like a cat and listening as Patton starts verbally vomiting as he gets redder and redder. But overt sexual references make Patton and Janus really really uncomfortable, so it’s the bad kind of flustered. Instead, he’ll just find them and cuddle them and loudly explain how they are in fact the best cuddler. He finds how embarrassed they get very amusing. And if it has the side effect of summoning everyone else to a cuddle pile both because of the outrageous idea that anyone is better at cuddling than them and also free cuddles, well. Oops.

So yeah. It’s a fucking mess.

At least it’s a hot mess, right?

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acrylicalchemy · 4 years

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Yesterday, I thought it would be fun to do a livestream painting for Carini Arts on Facebook. I got a lot of questions about techniques, processes, what to do when you're not happy with a piece, how to know when it's done, and how to work with limited supplies in difficult times such as this pandemic quarantine. Not completely satisfied with my painting that I created, feeling like something I couldn't point out was missing, and having a number of paints drying out in their containers, I saw a wonderful opportunity to do a second video, this time painting over that entire painting in a very different manner.

May is Mental Health Awareness Month, and that thought has been at the forefront of my mind as we all attempt to push through this catastrophe that has no definitive end in sight. While it was fun creating what I will call the first stage of my painting, feeling imprisoned has created a massive urge for release...for escape. While that first part of my painting was honest and vulnerable, there was still something pulling at me...something that needed to get out...out of my comfort zone and out of my head. Even if it meant a risk, I just needed to escape for a moment. In this case, painting offered that to me. I don't often revisit paintings, but I figured why not try something new, something different, and share it with those trapped at home that may also be struggling. I saw great beauty, something very raw and pure, in that opportunity to be vulnerable in a moment of weakness.

We're all feeling trapped and isolated right now. I thought a creative explosion sounded like a great idea and the response seemed to indicate so...for myself and the viewers. The techniques (alla prima and impasto) are simple, effective, and surprisingly therapeutic. It doesn't matter your age or experience level, it's something everyone can do and enjoy. It's remarkable how relaxing and enlightening mixing paint on a palette or canvas can be, and I still say that enthusiastically with decades of experience under my belt. If only for a moment, it offered me a much needed release and took me to a different place.

When I look at the first part of this painting in relation to what it evolved into, I see something very pure and honest. I see a journey, a metamorphosis in progress before my very eyes. In stage 1, I see a heart that is conflicted. I described my palette as a Van Gogh palette, a complimentary color scheme of primarily blues and oranges with some accents of the adjacent yellow-oranges and blue-greys. That heart, through beautiful, is in great conflict with the strongest of contrasts. There is nothing wrong with this heart, it just felt like a piece was missing. In stage 2, that heart is piled over, protected with layers of energy, stories, breaths, and scars. The heart still lies beneath, and is no less beautiful in its new state. We all try to protect ourselves, our hearts. Sometimes the things we cover that heart with are the very things that lead us back to it.

Check out those livestream videos and feel free to send me your questions for my next video. If you like what you see and what I do, please always feel free to share. You make my dream possible. Without your support, none of this would be. You've been here for me. Now I'm here for you. Everything I do is available, including this piece. Message me for inquiries and check out CariniArts.com to see more art from a starving artist.

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nekoabiwrites · 5 years

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Bad Day

(I am so sorry for the awful title)

It is now the 23rd, which means...

Happy Birthday @cresstic!!!! Here’s a cute soft thing I wrote~

AU: Human Pairing: Moxiety Words: 1414 Warnings: Panic attack, anxiety. Anything else, please let me know!

Summary: Virgil has had an awful awful day. Thankfully, his roommate knows just what to do.

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Virgil gulped in the fresh air greedily once he was finally free of his workplace. His fellow co-worker who’d been on close with him had already headed off to his car, leaving Virgil standing alone in the low evening sun. After a few moments to revel in the peace of it all, the young man pulled the headphones up off of his shoulders and into place before starting up his music at a loud volume. He hoped it would drown out the thoughts of the day, but he was already aware that it wasn’t going to happen.

As Virgil walked the extremely familiar path back to his home, his thoughts were swirling. Usually work wasn’t so bad for him, but today was just the worst and he had a full week of it.

Virgil hadn’t been informed of the temporary new manager the company had brought into their branch, and so had acted as he normally would. His usual manager allowed him various accommodations due to his high levels of anxiety, mostly letting him off of working tills or communicating with customers if it was a particularly bad moment for him. The manager would also show Virgil everything he needed to do several times over, working alongside him to ensure that the anxious young man would be fully aware of what he was doing. If anything got messed up, the manager was kind and didn’t scold him too harshly. It was probably the best job Virgil had ever had.

But this temporary manager was from a different branch store from a few towns away and had a very different way of working. Virgil, almost immediately after stepping into the back and being introduced to the manager, had an awful feeling in his gut about this guy. At one point, the young man had been starting to feel a panic attack coming on, so he asked his manager if he could take a few minutes in the back to calm down.

The manager had shot him down immediately. “Why do you need to? You look fine. Stay here. You’re not allowed to leave here until the end of the hour.”

Virgil had to power through his panic attack, taking abuse from some non-regular customers who accused him of many things; being too slow, too quiet, too disrespectful. Thankfully, the regulars gave him the space he needed, though the temporary manager was breathing down his neck constantly, adding even more criticism.

Even his breaks were filled with this awful man. For some reason, the divine being that looked down on them all was really out for Virgil as he spent his lunch break with the new manager. He attempted to mind his own business, eating and scrolling on his phone, but the man was relentless and took up the seat directly opposite Virgil. He continually talked and talked and talked and Virgil had to escape to the staff bathroom for just a moment’s reprieve.

The rest of the day had gone just as bad. More critique from the manager, even being compared to some of the other staff by the man. Virgil was feeling extremely bad by the time the manager had left, leaving him and one other person for the closing hour.

All of the events of the day continued to replay in Virgil’s mind as he thought over what he should have or could have done to avoid all the awfulness of the day. His hands were shaking so much that even as he clenched them into fists and shoved them deep into his hoodie pockets, it was still a little visible.

The anxious young man almost cried in relief as he turned onto his street and saw the door to his place approaching. He fought the sudden instinct to run, just in case anyone around saw him and began to make fun of him or something. Instead, Virgil picked up his pace just slightly and quickly made his way to the door.

After unlocking it and slipping inside, Virgil could finally relax. He hunched over and allowed the shaking to overtake his entire body, his arms coming to wrap around himself protectively. ‘Fuckfuckfuck not again.’ Virgil managed to think as he waited for the inevitable tears to roll down his cheeks. His situation made everything around him sound like it was so far away, preventing him from clearly hearing the sound of his roommate calling for him.

Then there was a careful hand lightly resting atop one of his arms. Virgil’s head snapped up and he gasped, gulping in the air. Patton looked at him, compassion in his eyes. Ever so carefully, Patton coaxed him through a couple of the techniques Virgil had shown him to help with his panic attacks. It took a good few minutes, but eventually Virgil felt like he was able to breathe once more. He took slow, purposeful breaths as the aftershocks continued to wrack his body.

“Come on, Virgie. Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable…” Patton spoke so quietly, as he always did after one of Virgil’s panic attacks. With all the care in the world, the other man’s arms managed to get Virgil’s body off of the floor and back up onto his feet. He led him to the couch, where the TV was still playing some movie.

The anxious young man curled up in the corner, watching as Patton left him to go to the kitchen to get some drinks for them both. After placing both of their respective mugs down onto the coffee table, the other man went around and gathered almost all the pillows, blankets and soft toys the pair owned. It was clear he was about to make them a nest to relax in for the rest of the evening.

Patton set to work, arranging everything on the couch space next to Virgil when he heard a soft mumbled, “’m sorry…”

He turned to his roommate, with a gentle smile, “And what are you sorry for, Virge?”

Virgil avoided his gaze and shrugged, his mouth covered by one of the blankets that Patton had playfully tossed over him as he’d passed by, “Everything…”

A breath of laughter passed through Patton’s lips, “You have nothing to be sorry for, Virgil. I promise.”

“But ‘m weak and stupid…” Virgil buried himself further and further into the blanket, slipping once more into his anxieties.

Patton stopped working on the nest and sat down, comfortingly rubbing where Virgil’s leg was under the blanket, “You’re not weak and you’re definitely not stupid. Could a stupid person hold his own against Logan’s debating?”

“Well, no, but…”

“And!” Patton interrupted loudly, “Could a weak person hold their own against Roman and eventually put everything from the past behind them and be able to see him as a friend?”

“Pat…”

“You’re so wonderful, Virgil. I promise, everything I say to you is true. It’s hard to see and hard to accept for you, and I understand that.” Patton smiled warmly, his expression turning fond rather than determined, “That’s why I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it, because I believe it so much.”

Virgil’s face was bright red under the blanket. He had no response to Patton’s words, so he instead huffed a little and shifted about on the sofa, so he could lean against his roommate’s shoulder.

“Hey, no cuddling until my construction is finished!” Patton laughed, pushing against Virgil’s arm with almost no force.

Virgil groaned and moved back over, “Fine, let me help. We’ll get it done quicker.”

Between the two of them, it took almost no time to set up their little nest. Patton had surprised Virgil once more when there was a knock at their door and he rushed to get it, returning with pizza. They settled into their blanket nest on the sofa, slowly worked their way through the food and cuddled.

It was sometime late into the night when Patton felt the need to stretch. He managed to do most of it without disturbing Virgil too much, but the man realised something was a little strange when his roommate hadn’t looked up at him or moved at all. Patton looked down at Virgil a little concerned, but it all melted away when he saw a peaceful sleeping face.

Patton couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Virgil’s temple, “Sleep well, Virgie…” Patton whispered before turning the tv off and leaning back to sleep himself.

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sublisette · 4 years

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Easter Eggs - Lisette & Madeline (Scene 1)

Lisette drew: Pool, Crop, During Clubs/Practice

Date: April 16, 2020

Featuring: Lisette Gilbert & Madeline Beiste

Kinks: Impact Play

It had been some time since Lisette had been with anyone but Frankie, at least not without Frankie nearby, so the scenes with Madeline were definitely a change in her routine. But the Domme, still relatively new to the Institute, had been exceedingly friendly and polite, and there was no reason for Lisette to think that she would be any different in the context of a scene. She was eager to feel the slap of the crop, and to hear what it sounded like with the echoes of the pool around them - she had every intention of making sure that the scene was good for Miss Madeline as well, that she learned what good fun a crop could be put to and how nice her ass looked when reddened. Waiting just outside the pool, as promised, Lisette sunk to her knees with her arms behind her and relaxed into herself as she waited for Madeline to appear.

Madeline took a deep breath to steady herself as she looked in the mirror over her bathroom sink. Her hair was tied back adequately, and her clothes were smooth and wouldn't get in the way of using a crop for the first time. She just had on a simple blouse and skirt with tights and flats, but the outfit allowed her a decent freedom of movement in addition to looking nice. She slipped what she needed into her messenger bag and then made her way over to the pool. Seeing Lisette on her knees for her put a smile on her face, and she stepped over to the sub to set a hand on her head. She ran her fingers through her hair gently. "Such a good girl for me already," she murmured. "Come on, let's get up and go on in." She held the door open for her, and once she was inside, she sat down on a bench along the wall and set her bag on the bench next to her. "Over here, please, Lisette."

Lisette looked up slightly, smiling as Madeline's fingers tangled in her hair. It was a little, affectionate gesture that really calmed down any possible lingering nerves about their first scene. "Thank you, Miss. And of course." She got to her feet slowly and stepped inside the door. Her nose was stung by the scent of chlorine immediately, and she was reminded of pools back at home in New Jersey. "Of course, Miss." She shrugged off her jacket and set it aside to reveal the bikini she'd chosen - in keeping with the setting of their scene - and then knelt down in front of the bench.

Madeline's eyes grew wide for just a moment when she saw what Lisette was wearing--or not wearing, as the case may be. Once she caught herself, she realized that she looked just perfect for their planned scene. "You look wonderful," she told her. "Much more thematically appropriate than me," she added with a self-deprecating chuckle. "It's just a shame that the swim season is in the fall so there's not a full swim team here to see how perfect you look, too." She got the crop out of her bag and set it across her lap. "Now, tell me, Lisette. What are your limits, and what is your safeword?"

The reaction to her outfit made Lisette grin, as it was exactly what she'd been aiming for. "Thank you, Miss. But honestly, thematic or not you look amazing - that skirt is perfect on you." She would definitely have preferred the audience, but there was no way to know whether Madeline was the sort of Domme who appreciated that sort of thing or not. "Maybe next time we can do something more public, Miss, if you'd like that." She looked up at the Domme, wanting to make sure her voice could be heard clearly. "My limits are scat and vore, and my safeword is Jersey, Miss."

"Aren't you a little flirt?" Madeline asked with a grin, showing that she wasn't upset in the slightest. "Perhaps the time after next we can go public. I don't think anyone else will even be awake at 4am for our next scene," she teased. Once she had Lisette's limits and safeword, she nodded. "Thank you. Now, I've done a bit of reading about riding crops." She twirled the implement between her fingers as she spoke. "But I'd like you to tell me where you feel most comfortable being hit, as well as anywhere you absolutely don't want me to strike you."

"Maybe a little bit, Miss," Lisette chuckled. "But I'm also just being honest." She laughed in response to Madeline's comment, conceding it with a nod. "The time after next, for sure. If there's anyone up at 4AM, they're probably not going to be too interested anyway." Lisette kept her eyes on the Domme, paying careful attention to everything that she had to say. "Of course, Miss. The places I've been hit the most and enjoyed the most are breasts and ass. There honestly isn't anywhere that I'm concerned about being hit, although if you could avoid my face I'd appreciate it."

Madeline nodded. "All right," she said. "I wouldn't want to hit your face anyhow. I'm not going to start off with a plan for where all I'll strike you, but we'll see what happens, okay? Keep you on your toes a bit." She grinned and got up, striding over near one side of the pool. There were some short diving blocks there for competitive swimming. "Come on over here and bend over, grabbing onto the block for balance. Spread those legs nice and wide for me--I want your back fairly flat."

"I appreciate it, Miss," Lisette smiled. She wasn't the biggest fan of being hit there, so if Madeline didn't want to then that suited her just fine as well. "Sounds like fun, Miss!" If it wasn't going to be predictable then she was going to enjoy it much more. She padded across the pool deck, taking not of the blocks and spreading her legs as wide as possible once she'd bent over without making herself uncomfortable. "How's that, Miss?"

Madeline watched while Lisette moved into position, and she smiled as she clearly pushed herself to get into the position she'd been told. "Hm," Madeline hummed. She lightly tapped the inside of each of the sub's ankles with the crop, but she didn't actually make her spread her legs any wider. "That's perfect, Lisette," she said, satisfied. "Now remember, you have a safeword if you need it," she added before aiming a test swat at her ass.

Lisette waited for further direction when her ankles were tapped, but it wasn't forthcoming so she stayed in position and smiled. "Thank you, and understood, Miss." Safewording when she'd hit her limit wasn't her strength, but she was working hard at that. The first swat made her hum pleasurably, and she wriggled as much as her position allowed. "Thank you, Miss."

"Good girl," Madeline said, smiling to herself at the thanks. That wasn't something she'd been expecting, but she liked it very much. She swatted her a few more times with the crop, varying the placement--both on top of her swim bottoms and on the exposed skin of her ass and thighs below the fabric--and the intensity. Once she felt like she had a good enough understanding of the toy, she paused. "That was just a warm up," she explained. "From here on out, I'd like you to count each hit for me. Any questions?"

Lisette certainly had no issue with a riding crop, and she made sure that each strike was met with a pleasurable noise. If she could reassure Madeline, make her more confident in the tool, that could only help the both of them. "Not at all, Miss, I understand. I'll count each strike for you. Would you like me to thank you for each one as well?" She was happy either way, the thanks could always be done at the end.

Madeline smiled at Lisette's thorough response. "You decide on that, Lisette," she said. "Only thank me when you feel appreciative." A deep breath helped her to steady herself before she started landing a series of harder hits, alternating between Lisette's left and right cheeks. She smiled to herself as the harder smacks echoed out against the tiled walls of the pool. She paused after the tenth hit. "I think the echo is actually a pretty satisfying part of the scene," she commented lightly. "Have you been paying attention?"

There really was no feeling quite as fun as pain, Lisette decided. Madeline might not have been an expert with the crop, but she had the technique figured out quickly enough and the sharp sting of each impact against her ass was firm proof of that. "I think you're right about that, Miss, there are excellent acoustics in here." It made each blow sound much stronger than it felt, and the audible feedback was impressive. "Ten, Miss. I kept track," she insisted proudly.

"Good girl," Madeline said, running the end of the crop against Lisette's pink cheeks. "You're doing a very good job for me." With that, she started the smacks up again, moving less predictably this time. She landed strikes all over Lisette's ass and thighs, pausing for a number in between each hit.

Lisette wriggled under the praise, keeping her feet planted and her back as level as possible. "Thank you, Miss!" She grinned in delight as the crop's target began to shift from ass to thighs and back again, answering each strike with a number and working in a thanks every on every fifth one. She was ecstatic at the way Madeline was reddening her skin, and she wanted the Domme to know it.

Madeline couldn't help the smile on her face as Lisette thanked her for the pain. She'd known people could be turned on by impact play, but it was another thing entirely for her to be the one causing the pain. It sent a thrill through her that was an altogether new sensation for her. She continued her strikes, building up a rhythm until Lisette's ass was so red, she wasn't sure it was safe to go much further. "Such a good girl for me," she praised, putting a hand against the sub's back. "How are you feeling?"

Lisette's breathing was rapid and her eyes were dilated by the time that Madeline came to a stop, at which point she announced the final count and her thanks in a hazy voice that belied her physical condition. "So good, Miss," she smiled. "Thank you so much for all of that - and don't let anyone ever tell you that you don't know what you're doing with a crop. Because you so do." Lisette knew just how wet she was, and the state of her ass, and she was delighted by the entire scene. She'd never expected the Easter event to be so much fun.

Madeline rubbed Lisette's back. "You're very welcome, Lisette," she said proudly. "And thank you for the compliment." She reached down to grab one of the sub's hands and helped her up to her feet. Looking her in the eye, she asked, "Are you okay to walk with me back to my room? Do you need anything now?"

Lisette eased her way to her feet, stretching a little to work out her kinks. "I'm..." she shook her head, starting over. "I'm okay to walk, Miss, but I'm very deep right now." Her voice felt far away, but she made sure to look at Madeline as she spoke. "If we can cuddle for a while, that'd go a long way to bringing me back." She didn't know whether Madeline was good with that or not, but she knew it was key to scenes she had with Frankie.

"Okay," Madeline said, her brain going a mile a minute when she realized that deep meant deep in subspace. She definitely hadn't expected that to happen with one of her first actual scenes ever. She wound an arm around the sub's shoulders and guided her back to the bench along the wall. "Let's get that coat on you again, and we can head back to my place for all the cuddles you could possibly need." Once she was covered up again, Madeline put her things away in her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and wrapped her arm back around Lisette's shoulders. "Ready?"

Lisette happily gave herself over into Madeline's care, glad to be with a Dominant that was so capable despite only arriving recently. Shrugging into her coat seemed more complicated than usual, but she was happy to have it on so that she could lean against Madeline once again. "That sounds perfect, Miss, thank you." Cuddles were the perfect way to end any scene in her mind, and it would be neat to enjoy them with the Domme. "Ready, Miss," she promised, letting herself be led out of the pool into the Ohio air.

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puppyluver256 · 5 years

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OKAY SO NOW I HAVE SOME DESIGN CONCEPTS FOR MY SFMxSPLATOON AU HERE YOU GO and now I’m gonna try to run down what this is all about outside of the braindump post that I kept adding onto.

Splat For Me - A Summary

The basic gist is that Habit owns a flower shop in Inkopolis and Kamal is his partner of both the business and romance types. Habit’s a shark, specifically a porbeagle (I’m gonna refer to him as a “Sharkling” due to working on similar logic to Inklings and Octolings), and Kamal’s an octo. The flower shop would have an in-game function kinda like a combination of the Crust Bucket (in that they have floral accessories that players could add to their hat/clothing for exp boosts, cash boosts, and temporary ability add-ons) and Salmon Run (in that you’d get another play mode where you fight weird enemies, more details below).

Sharkling Habit

I had a hard time makin him not look like Garbage so my efforts should be appreciated at some level. I know the only precedent for sharks in the Splatoon universe is Fuka Bottom of the Bottom Feeders (one of the in-universe music groups that AREN’T Squid Sisters or Off the Hook, look ‘em up), but they’ve got that “I’ve turned this shark vertically and am now looking at their mouth and underbelly” look to ‘em that I most definitely did not want, but I managed to make something more in my vision yaaaaay

Habit managed to get away from his nasty abusive parents before becoming a dentist in this AU (besides, being a dentist isn’t THAT lucrative when the dominant species doesn’t even have bones let alone proper teeth), so he’s not Dr. Habit here, he’s just Boris the flower shark. He’s gotten a lot of attention for his little flower shop, partly because the kids participating in turf war are getting some really good use out of the shop’s floral accessories and partly because they like coming around just to see Habit. S’not every day that you get to hang around vertebrates in this society, and they think his teeth are cool. Yup, that’s why I made him a shark, to make the too-many-teeth face not so unnatural. And being a shark, sometimes those extra teeth push themselves forward and knock out the old ones, which if still in decent condition never go to waste. The really nice-looking ones get turned into authentic shark tooth necklaces (after they’ve gone through a good wash, of course, don’t wanna give the customers his mouth germs), the others that don’t have any significant wear and tear get either ground into bone meal for his flowers or occasionally just shoved whole into the soil, with the erythronium responding to these treatments the best.

While there is some flower growth going on in the shop itself, most of the work there is keeping them healthy for sale and the major growth time for the flowers are off-site in various greenhouses that he refers to as Habitats. (before he had these set up, he was caught several times trying to grow flowers in the Kelp Dome and subsequently removed, took five times for him to realize that maybe he shouldn’t be doing that and also maybe don’t try to swipe a nearly-ripe artichoke on your way out gdi) They’re a bit more than just a normal greenhouse, actually; they’re self-contained areas that seem to be made with materials and techniques that are incredibly similar to Octarian technology. How’d he get ahold of that stuff? No one knows, not even Kamal, and he’s the most likely source of such tech who’d be close to him. One thing that is for certain is that he’s procured something that lets non-inking beings use ink-based weapons, and it’s been incredibly helpful given certain recent developments...

Turns out that his Habitats are starting to come under fire from some very tricky troublemakers. Weird little crafts somehow breaking in from the skies, piloted by...snails? Are they really snails? They certainly don’t look like the Super Sea Snails that everyone’s used to, they look more like the typical image of a UFO piloted by snail-like creatures (snailiens?), but they’re here and they’re hungry and they’ve got a taste for flowers. And Habit’s friggin’ pissed. That’s where the player would come in if this were a real game element: once you’d get to a certain freshness level, you’d make your way to the flower shop only to see Kamal manning the counter instead of Habit, and he’d suggest you go help Habit deal with his pest problem because you “look like you’re pretty capable with slingin’ ink”. After a tutorial where you learn how to deal with the big boy snailiens, you could join up with some other players and take ‘em on. You would, of course, be rewarded handsomely for your help.

Funny little image I also had in mind: he’s been known to get stuck in shark form at inopportune moments, and when this happens he’ll need someone to crack his back to make it easier to shift back into humanoid form. No one knows how to handle this unless they’ve done it at least once because no one else around him has booooones XD (also his humanoid form is prolly gonna still have green skin despite no part of the porbeagle being green because I don’t currently feel comfortable assigning natural skintones to any of the SFM characters who are canonically green/blue/purple/etc, unless their canon design makes it Very Obvious what natural skintone would be most likely, ie. Tiff)

Octoling Kamal

Kamal was significantly easier to work with due to my experience with drawing Octolings already hahaha

Kamal’s the assistant manager at Habit’s flower shop, which is basically a fancy way of saying he’s the only other person there who could legally be a full-time employee. He handles most of the logistics of keeping the shop stable, because as much passion the boss has for their work, passion alone can’t pay the bills and he’s often a tad too distracted to deal with the numbers and paperwork. They work pretty well together, even if they do both have a tendency to goof off on the job.

I seriously doubt that Marina and the various incarnations of Agent 8 were the only Octolings to migrate topside after the events of the first game, so Kamal was probably one of several who found a way out. I haven’t hammered this part out yet entirely, but I’m pretty sure that he would’ve been on staff for a weapons/tech r-n-d group before leaving at his first opportunity and grabbing some random gadget in the process. He hated the place he ended up emerging in because it was near a small town where everyone was so spread out and him being used to (not necessarily comfortable with, just used to) constant sounds at all hours made the silence of just the first night unbearable. So he tried to hop a train to any urban area that he came across but in his haste to get topside he forgot to bring any moneeeyyy, not even Octarian money just no money at all, left it all behind like a goof. He ends up freaking out to himself because even though he’s got a valuable Thing on him it’s not like the train people are gonna recognize it as anything but junk or even be able/willing to accept it as replacement for standard currency, then out of nowhere this huge-ass shark man just shows up and buys a ticket to Inkopolis for him? Okay, sure, he’ll take what he can get, even if the guy was all “u owe me a ‘favor’ ;-)” once they were on their way. And of course that’s how he met his future boss and bf. ;P

At some point Kamal gets a little jealous of all the kids having fun with the turf war stuff and kinda wishes he could try it out at least once, but of course that’s kid stuff and he’s got Adult Responsibilities to worry about... Oh wait, there’s actually an adults’ league? And Habit’s insisting on giving him time off to go try it and see how it is?

(also those flower seed bags say “bloomy” in one of the Inkling alphabets, and yes it WAS a “woomy” joke on my part)

Other details (to be expanded upon)

Putunia and Flower Kid are often seen at the flower shop, even though I don’t have any designs for them yet). Putunia is there so often because she’s Habit and Kamal’s adopted kid, and while she REALLY wants to get into turf war she’s far too young. (if you’ve ever seen the Inkling growth chart, she’s at stage 3 of growth) Flower Kid’s there because they are a part-time employee, often delivering products around town, but they spend enough time with their employers and Putunia that they might as well be their honorary child as well. They’re old enough to participate in turf war, they’re just not interested in doing so.

#splatoon #smile for me #splat for me #dr boris habit #kamal bora #putunia mollar #flower kid #au concepts #habismal #i guess?#yeah that's the tag pretty sure #i can't even say it's just implied it is Right There in the open #i kicked over a big ol' can of ship and it's spilling all over the floor good lord someone help me clean this up aaaaaa #sfw

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elcorhamletlive · 6 years

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fandom: MCU (Post-Avengers) ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark tags: Fluff and Smut/Handjob/Laughing during sex

It’s very simple.

Tony may not be the tactical mastermind of their team, but, hell, he is a genius, so he knows some strategical thinking, thank you very much. And contrary to popular opinion, Tony knows what he wants, and, mostly – at least on an intellectual level – he has at least an idea on how to get it.

Tony wanted Steve Rogers from the first time he saw him.

Well, technically, not really, he supposes – the first time he saw Steve Rogers, he had been maybe five years old, and he had no idea what the concept of wanting someone even was. He saw Captain America, thought he was awesome, and wanted to be his friend. Then, as he grew older, he hated Captain America, thought he was the worst thing that ever happened to his life, and wanted to beg his father to stop searching for him.

Then, as an adult, he laid his eyes on Steve Rogers on a S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier and wanted him.

It would have been easy to blame it all on some weird Freudian-esque way to get back at his father, but Tony knows that’d be bullshit. He was always aware that Captain America was hot – who wasn’t – but, personally, the clichéd, Ken-doll look didn’t appeal much to him. It just wasn’t his thing.

So it was kind of a surprise when, while Tony’s brain was deciding that he hated Steve Rogers’ guts, Little Tony was happily informing him how much he liked Steve Rogers’ everything, from his pink lips to his steel gaze to the way his hands rested on his belt.

So while Tony’s mind was going, “fuck this guy”, Tony’s dick was going, “fuck this guy”, and, well. It was a lost battle from the start.

Which leads him to where he is now, opening the door to his bedroom, pushing Steve inside without stopping kissing him for a second. Tony wishes he cared a little more about how this is going to affect the team and their fragile tentative truce-turned-pseudo-friendship, but right now, feeling Steve’s hot, soft mouth against his, he doesn’t give a single fuck.

Like he said: Very, very simple.

“We should-“ Steve starts saying, but Tony shuts him up with his mouth. He guesses he should let Steve speak, probably, but it’s hard when Steve’s lips are already swollen and flushed, begging to be tasted.

Steve is a fucking good kisser, too, which is just unfair, when you consider how little experience he must have had until now. Granted, he’s not a technique master, but he’s so damn enthusiastic, laying strong hands on the back of Tony’s neck as he ducks his head to explore his mouth fully. His warm tongue traces the seam of Tony’s lips as if he’s memorizing it, and that really shouldn’t be enough to get Tony as eager and wanting as he is now, but it is. Tony retaliates by pushing him against the wall, kisses growing hungrier as he makes good on his promise to bruise those ridiculously shapely lips.

Tony drags his mouth over Steve’s jaw now, enjoying the feel and taste of that silky skin. His hands are at Steve’s sides, holding him firmly. Of course, Steve could push him off easily if he wanted to - and isn’t that a huge turn on, when you think about it. He doesn’t, though, and Tony can feel Steve’s erection against him, and he’s about to drop to his knees to find out what freedom tastes like when Steve whispers again, a little more urgent, “Tony.”

Tony backs away a little. Steve’s face is all flushed. His hair is messy, floppy bangs falling over his forehead and reaching his eyes. He’s so goddamn pretty, it’s not even fair. Someone should have intervened, at Eskrine’s office, all those years ago: Sorry, sir, you’re way too beautiful to take part on this experiment. Your face combined with superserum-enhanced muscles would go above and beyond what the human brain can handle. In the name of the sanity of geniuses who will be born a couple decades from now, we have to turn down your request.

Steve brushes his hair off his forehead. That floppy hair of his is the most ridiculous thing Tony’s ever seen. It’d be great to pull it, to angle Steve’s head and fuck his mouth. Steve would suck the way he kisses, clumsy but so eager, those soft lips wrapped around Tony’s-

“We should, hm. We should get to bed,” Steve says, and something in his voice rings alarm bells in Tony’s head.

“What?” he asks, still panting, brushing past his overwhelming arousal to take in Steve’s body language. Steve’s posture seems unusually stiff, and though he glances at the bed, it doesn’t seem like he’s actually looking at it, and more that he’s using it as an excuse to not look at Tony.

“I mean,” Steve says, turning back to Tony sharply. “It seems more comfortable?” He makes it sound more like a question than a suggestion, and after a second of silence, he turns towards Tony, hands at his waist. “But if you prefer here, that’s – that’s also fine.”

Tony, honestly, has no strong preference. He definitely wouldn’t say no to the idea of turning Steve on his back and fucking him against the wall, or being fucked by him, or any other possible combination involving his dick and Steve’s dick and one or possibly both of their assholes. But he doesn’t mind going to bed either, and he guesses that’s what Steve might want, from his sudden awkwardness.

“It is more comfortable,” Tony says, running his hands over Steve’s arms. He nods towards the bed, watching as Steve blinks at him with those baby blues, and, in a moment of awkward impulsiveness, holds Steve’s hand, intending on pulling him gently and loosen it immediately afterwards.

To his surprise, though, Steve’s hand clutches his, and the alarm bells on Tony’s head are now too loud for him to ignore.

“Everything okay, Cap?” he asks, trying to keep his voice as casual as possible.

“Yes,” Steve replies, quickly – too quickly. He sits on the bed and pulls Tony closer, hand finding the back of his head, pulling him down. “Come on,” he says, bringing their mouths together. And man, is that a good distraction, that scorching hot mouth against Tony’s and those strong hands pulling him towards the bed – but not enough to make Tony forget that rigidness on Steve’s shoulders and that nervous look on his face.

Tony breaks apart the kiss – which, fine, takes a little longer than it should, but honestly, stopping kissing Steve Rogers to do the right thing should be a character test. It should earn him a prize or something.

He keeps his hands on Steve’s shoulders – he wants to keep them in a neutral position, but honestly, no part of Steve’s body is neutral to touch, he finds. He swallows. “You want this, Cap?”

Steve’s eyes widen and his mouth opens, again, entirely too fast. “I do,” he says, as if he’s defending himself from an accusation, and this is so not how Tony wants this go. “I just-“

“Hey, hey,” Tony says, raising both his hands. His body protests the whole not touching Steve thing, but it’s easier to think that way. “It’s not a problem, ok? I mean, if you want, that’s fine – more than fine, honestly, but, anyway, point is: nobody signed a contract in blood here, right? I’m not gonna fill a report to Fury if you change your mind.”

To his surprise, Steve’s mouth curls in a shade of a smile. Something in Tony’s brain notes that as important data, for some reason (he’s given up trying to understand how his thought process works years ago), like a lightbulb goes off in his head.

“Not changing my mind,” Steve says. His smile grows a little self-depreciating, and he rubs the back of his neck. “Just… Not very used to this, I guess.“

That’s a half-truth if Tony ever heard one. “Have you ever done this before?” he asks, trying to keep his voice clear of any judgement and possible arousal that the thought of a virgin Captain America in his bed gives him.

Steve’s jaw clenches. “Yes.”

“With a man?”

It’s almost funny, because Tony can tell every single part of Steve wants to lie to him, but, apparently, he can’t find it in himself to do so. “No,” he admits, bashful.

Tony’s dick throbs enthusiastically at Steve’s honesty, and Tony’s brain sends a message for him to calm the fuck down as the actual implications of what is happening dawn on him. Steve just stares at him with those unbelievably blue eyes, and maybe he doesn’t – ok, scratch that, he definitely doesn’t want to look vulnerable, but that’s how he looks now, young and nervous, very unlike the stoic leader Tony has been getting used to work with, the past few months.

“Okay,” Tony says. He wants to ask again if Steve wants this – if he’s sure that he wants his first time with a man to be with Tony, precisely, when Tony’s pretty sure Steve would have to beat guys off him with a stick at any gay bar in the world. But Tony’s had some experience trying to talk Steve out of things by now and – well. He’s had better luck coming up with new elements, to put it bluntly.

So, basically, if Steve wants to do this, he’s gonna do it, and he’s gonna do it even if it means gritting his teeth and powering through perfectly normal feelings of nervousness or awkwardness. Which is… really not the attitude that Tony looks for in people he takes to his bed. Like, ever.

“Let’s take this slow then, all right?” Tony says, and he doesn’t wait for Steve to answer, sitting down next to him on the bed and taking his jaw on his hand.

He presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth, taking in his sharp inhale of breath, his flushed face, his dilated pupils. Steve’s body is into this, for sure, but Tony needs him to be all here, all for what’s happening. There are lines of tension all over his jaw and neck, and he actually shakes a little when Tony moves closer.

This is supposed to be fun, you know, Tony wants to say, but he has a feeling trying to address this directly is just gonna make Steve shut himself off more.

Then again, Tony is a genius, so he might have a better idea. Maybe.

He presses a kiss to Steve’s jaw, descending his way to his neck. Steve’s skin smells like soap, subtle and sweet, and though a part of Tony wants nothing more than to leave a collar of bites and marks all over his neck, he knows that’s not the goal right now, so he just nuzzles Steve’s neck a little, rubbing his goatee on his skin.

Steve squirms a little, huffing out a surprised laugh.

“Hmm, ticklish, are we?” Tony says, pleased, going back to the task of giving Captain America a nice amount of beard burn.

“Knock it off,” Steve says, but he’s laughing, apparently despise himself. His posture loosens a little, too, which, hey, point for Tony. He raises his head and runs his hands over Steve’s shoulders, still too tense for his liking.

He pulls Steve into a kiss. That’s far from a hardship – Steve’s mouth feels wonderful against his, soft and warm. Steve is eager, ready to part his lips, to let his tongue find Tony’s, and it takes Tony a moment to coax the kiss and set a lighter, exploring pace. He takes the time to trace Steve’s lips with his tongue, suck his bottom lip lightly, listen to the delicious humming noise Steve makes into the kiss.

“Slow down, Cap,” Tony says, when Steve grows more frantic again, pushing Tony to lay on the bed. It’s a bit hard to keep himself from just pressing Steve into the mattress and devouring his mouth, but Tony keeps it cool, pulling away, pressing deep, slower kisses onto his lips instead. “This isn’t a mission, nobody dies if you don’t disarm the bomb on time – okay, terrible metaphor, but you get my gist,” He babbles. Steve lets out a weak chuckle, but there’s a glimpse of nervousness on his face.

“I know what I’m doing, Tony,” he says, but there’s a note of unmistakable doubt on his voice, that Tony makes sure to shut down really fast.

“Oh, you definitely, definitely do,” Tony mumbles against his mouth, before capturing it again in a deep kiss to illustrate his point. “You are way too good at this, it’s not even fair,” he whispers when they pull apart, enjoying the flush that spreads over Steve’s cheeks at the praise. He nips at his lower lip before continuing: “Can’t blame me for wanting to take my time.”

Steve doesn’t seem fully convinced, but Tony pulls him closer, runs his hands over his sides and kisses him again. They spend a while doing just that, kissing and curling around each other on the bed. It’s delicious, and Tony can feel Steve’s body relaxing a little against his, can feel his touches growing more daring, grip growing stronger on Tony’s waist, lifting his shirt, hands travelling over Tony’s lower back.

When Tony pulls away to take a breath, Steve’s eyes are wonderfully darkened. He is panting, that silly floppy hair falling over his forehead, and Tony brushes it back with his fingers, without thinking.

“Didn’t peg you as someone who liked to take things slow,” Steve says. His voice is a little weird, like he’s trying too hard to sound dry, but it comes off too honest for it work. Suddenly, Tony wonders if he has thought of this before – if he has spent much time wondering how Tony likes to take things in bed, wondering about what Tony would like.

“Well, I am,” Tony whispers against Steve’s cheek. It’s a blatant lie, really – Tony enjoys a healthy amount of foreplay, but the last time he spent this much time laying in bed fully clothed just kissing someone was…

Huh. He doesn’t think it ever happened before.

This line of thought makes strange things happen at Tony’s chest. He decides to scrap it.

“I sense you’re getting a little impatient, though, Cap,” Tony says, rolling his hips forward and pressing himself against Steve’s blatant erection, earning himself a groan that makes his own dick twitch on his pants. He kisses Steve’s ear, sucking on his earlobe, and Steve’s hands fly to his ass, pressing him closer. “Gotta say, you’re definitely the most energetic ninety-year old I’ve ever taken to bed.”

Steve’s laugh is loud this time. Tony watches the way his eyes crinkle, mentally categorizes the way his body shakes with laughter. Steve laughs like he’s forgotten how to do it, like it surprises him he still can.

It’s a good laugh, Tony thinks. A bit rusty, but still. It’s pretty great.

He opens the first few buttons of Steve’s shirt, letting it fall open on his sides, taking the moment to rub his face on his skin again. Steve’s chuckling, and Tony runs his hands under the fabric, skimming those pecs, alternating between kisses and just plain ticklish beard burn.

“Tony-“ Steve huffs, voice a hilarious mix of breathless and exasperated, cutting himself off with a gasp when Tony’s hand finds one of his nipples, brushing his fingers over it, teasing it.

“Now, come on, Cap, I know you didn’t expect me to be all serious in bed,” Tony whispers, mouth trailing over Steve’s collarbone – Steve’s flush goes all the way down, spreading over his chest in a gorgeous pink hue, delicate color over all that firm muscle, how is he even real. “I’m feeling super magnanimous today, so I’m not even going to say there’s only one way to shut me up,” Tony keeps going, paying attention to the way Steve’s body melts at his touches. He wonders if Steve’s ever been this relaxed before, and the thought makes him want to keep talking: “You can think about that next time you want to yell at me in a meeting.”

Steve’s hands grip his ass firmly, pushing Tony closer, pressing his body against his. “I have,” he whispers, dazedly, and he has no right to make two simple words sound so damn hot.

“You mean you don’t only have wet dreams about the Constitution? The History books lied to me,” Tony says, hand trailing over Steve’s stomach, stopping right above his belt. Steve’s laugh is rough and breathless, exactly the way Tony wants it. “Now, let’s see how can I best serve my country, hm?” He unbuttons Steve’s pants, lowering the bandh of his underwear. “Oh, wow, land of the brave indeed.”

Steve lets out a surprised laugh, burying his face on Tony’s shoulder. His cock bobs against his stomach, flushed and beautiful. Tony’s mouth waters at the sight, but he thinks sucking him off right now might make Steve come too fast, and while that’s just fine in Tony’s book (might be a little too fine for his ego, to be honest), he doesn’t want Steve to feel self-conscious. He’s never seen Steve laugh that much before, and it’s one hell of a good look on him.

“Oh, say, can you see,” Tony starts humming, trailing his fingers over Steve’s stomach lightly, just barely brushing his cock. Steve actually swears amidst a bunch of giggling, which is the best possible reaction Tony could have imagined. “By the dawn’s early light, what so proudly we-“

Steve pinches him.

“Hey!” Tony complains, but he’s grinning against Steve’s neck now, and he can’t help but press a few sucking kisses there. There’s none of that tension of the beginning, and Tony wonders if he can get away with giving him a hickey. “Excuse me, sir, but it’s my God-given right to express my patriotism whenever I feel like.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve says, but his voice is incredibly fond, filled with wonder in a way that makes Tony’s heart perform some funny acrobatics on his chest, which, okay, means they need to get the show going and not focus on that. “You’re so- Fuck,” Steve blurts when Tony takes a hold of his cock, letting out a bunch of incredible little noises as Tony runs his thumb over the tip gently, smearing pre-come over his hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tony says in a sing-song voice, though it’s hard to keep himself unaffected. Steve feels heavy and hot on his hand, and as Tony slicks him up, his own cock twitches on his pants. “I’m just a proud citizen, happy to be part of the greatest nation in the wor- Ouch!” he protests, when Steve pinches him on his side, but it’s impossible to not smile when Steve grins at him.

In a way, it’s almost a blessing Steve doesn’t smile like that more often. Keeps the Sun from being outshined and all.

“Will you just…” Steve says, hips jerking forward, trying to thrust into Tony’s hand. Tony grins, and Steve clumsily pulls him up by his shirt, pressing a kiss on his mouth. He’s so fucking sweet, mouth hot and wet against Tony’s, cock throbbing with want in Tony’s hand, needy and demanding.

Tony kisses him back deeply, hand stroking along his length, setting up a pace. He pulls back, nipping at Steve’s bottom lip, then buries his face on the curve of his neck and probably gives him a bunch of hickeys, biting and sucking shamelessly. Tony feels a little like a teenager, dizzy with arousal over a fully clothed hand job, but Steve’s expression is more erotic than a hardcore porno now, with his half-lidded eyes finding Tony’s, red lips parted in an oh as he trusts his hips forward, body jerking at every motion of Tony’s hand.

When Steve comes, his hands sink deeply onto Tony’s shoulders, probably bruising him, and Tony thinks: God, he’s beautiful. It’s a strangely stupid thought that might caused by the lack of blood flow on his brain right now, because Steve is always beautiful, but right now he’s beautiful in an almost dangerous way. Steve’s body sinks onto the mattress as if he’s limbless, and he’s got those stupid bangs falling over his forehead again and a lazy smile on his lips. Right now he’s beautiful in a way that’s scary, laying on Tony’s bed, wrecked and happy. Like he belongs there.

Tony swallows tickly, letting go of his cock, and Steve pulls him closer, kisses him all open-mouthed and sloppy.

Tony kisses him back, because he’s only human. His own dick is painfully hard against his pants, but right now, that can wait.

“Thank you,” Steve breathes against his lips, and Tony needs, needs to give a snarky reply, because there’s absolutely no other way he can handle the look Steve is giving him right now.

“Don’t thank me for performing my civic duty.” His hand reaches forward of its volition, brushing Steve’s hair off his forehead (the bangs are fucking adorable, okay, sue him). “Besides – I’m not nearly done with you yet,” he whispers, but it comes out less suggestive than he means to, more like a promise than anything else.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Steve says, grabbing his waist. He rolls him over (easily, as if Tony weighs nothing, Jesus Christ) and presses a kiss on Tony’s jaw. “Still.“ His blue gaze is incredibly bright against Tony’s. “You’re… I don’t know.” He shakes his head, smile big and full of wonder, and Tony physically has to pull him closer, he just has to. “Just – thank you.”

The part of Tony’s brain that still has survival instincts is going Fuck fuck fuck in the back of his head. The rest of his brain is busy marveling at that smile, and thinking Steve just… Steve should keep doing that. Keep laughing. Keep smiling. Because of Tony. He. He should always do that.

“Anytime, Cap,” Tony says, softly, when Steve starts pressing kisses at his neck and unbuttoning his shirt. It comes out too real, too sincere, his head spinning. “Anytime.”

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #stony fic #happy steve bingo #my fics

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drukhari · 5 years

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Ive started going to the gym recently, and Im trying to lose weight first, then build some muscle, so ive been doing a lot of cardio and reducing my calorie intake, but do you have any recommendations for beginners?

Sure thing, cheers!

- LISTEN TO YOUR BODY. Whether you’re lifting or doing cardio, be aware of your limits and your form when you’re working out because you can run the risk of seriously injuring yourself. Feeling some soreness or muscle fatigue while working out is normal, sharp stabbing pains are not and are an indication that you need to stop what you’re doing, take a breather, and assess your form before trying to continue

- Hydration is huge! Always make sure to have a bottle of water on hand when you go to workout, even if you’re just going for a walk around the park for a while, because dehydration is no joke. And always go with water over a more sugary workout drink like Gatorade.

- Build yourself a playlist/find an audiobook/listen to a podcast - something you’ll enjoy while you work out! Everyone is different, so go with whatever works for you and keeps you moving. It makes it easier to stick to a workout routine if you know that you’re gonna get to simultaneously listen to some media you like. There are a ton of different pre-made workout playlists out there on Spotify and other music streaming sites, so check some of those out if you’re hard up on ideas for music.

- It’s my personal belief that the best workout is the one that you are most likely to actually enjoy. There are a billion and one articles out there recommending X, Y, Z new workout that is guaranteed to burn gratuitous amounts of fat and make you instagram model fit within like a month…but a lot of them involve overly intensive and punishing cardio regimens and for most people, that’s not the definition of “fun” and it makes it really hard to want to stick to a routine. Now, if you’re the kind of person who enjoys that level of intensity and the challenge helps get you out of bed in the morning then all the more power to you! But there’s absolutely nothing wrong with passing over the !!!ULTRA MEGA BOOTCAMP FOR INSTANT BIG SEXY!!! routines in favor of doing something that you’re more likely to want to stick with because it doesn’t make you want to die the entire time you’re doing it.

- If you’re comfortable doing so, take pictures through the process! Sometimes it can be tough looking at yourself in the mirror after a workout and then trying to think back to what you saw in the mirror over a month ago for a comparison. Your body is gonna look differently throughout the day as well, like hands down I do NOT look the same after drinking a ton of water and eating a meal as I do when I first wake up in the morning, or right after I leave the gym. So if you’re going to take progress photos, try to take them after you finish your workout. Taking photos as you progress through your workout routine allows you to reference back to how things looked when you first started, and it lets you see for yourself just how far you’ve come over time. Which leads right into my next point…

- Stick with it! Progress won’t be instantaneous, it can take weeks or months to get to where you want to be but you for sure won’t get to where you want to be by giving up a couple weeks in because you don’t feel like you’re making progress at the rate that you want. Speaking from personal experience, I know it can really feel discouraging but don’t let yourself give up on your goals. If it helps to work out with a friend, having that support system can help you both when it comes to sticking to your routine. Or you can do what I do and draw motivation and discipline from the media you’re into. A lot of fictional characters out there go through arcs where they overcome a struggle in order to reach a goal, and remembering moments in media where a character’s personal struggle has really struck a chord with you can sometimes help give that extra push you need to go hit the gym instead of skipping for the day.

- And since we seem to be all about segues here today, when it does come to needing a skip day (because everyone does, at some point) be gentle with yourself and don’t take it as a sign of personal failure. You should always take a skip day if you’re feeling sick. If your body is sick, it’s not operating at 100%, so you won’t get the full benefit of your workout to begin with, not to mention you run the risk of making yourself even more sick. If you need the skip day, take the skip day, but then get right back on the horse when the time comes for the next workout day! (again, health permitting, and always follow your doctor’s orders on that)

- Youtube is gonna be your best friend when it comes to checking out proper exercise form. There are a shit ton of fitness channels out there run by personal trainers where they walk through the exact technique you should be using to perform a specific exercise, as well as some common made mistakes in form to watch out for. If you’re not comfortable checking your form in a mirror at the gym (since most of the time the walls are covered in em), you can go through some of the motions in front of a mirror at home so that you can make sure you’ve got the movement down.

- When it comes to lifting, you want to make sure you avoid working out the same muscle group two days in a row. Your body will spend the day after a workout recovering and rebuilding torn tissue within the muscle area that was just worked out, so when you hit the same muscle group two days in a row you’re not giving your body the recovery time it needs. While this not only puts you at greater risk for injury it also straight up defeats the purpose of the first workout because your body isn’t getting a chance to reap the benefits.

Best of luck to you anon!!

#fitness #anonymous

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I think having a lot of interest is actually really cool and healthy. I find a lot of hobbies and interest I have are cyclical, they depend on the weather, on my health, on my day to day context.

And one of the things I really love about following you is that you do have so many interests and fandoms. I don’t buy into this whole “1 passion thing” to me the multitude of interests means that u are curious and that you like to learn, both of which are qualities that I think are lovely and I hope you have people around you that help you nourish this.

Anyhow now I’m curious what historical fashion. You do not rant about this enough!! 👀

awww thank you!! I do usually really like it about myself too, but it also gets frustrating when you live in a Society and are expected to pick a single thing to focus on. I’ve always been that person that just kind of took as many subjects as possible in school too, just because I couldn’t choose because I wanted to do them all. (And yes I did overwork myself immensely.)

historical fashion!!! yes!! I’m not super well versed in it yet, definitely still beginner level BUT a couple of specific things I really like/really want to know more about:

-I’m really interested in the influence of the french revolution on western fashion. this is apparently a well known topic within the circles of historical fashion nerds, but not at all well known outside of it. Basically the french revolution was one of the first times where clothes were used to show what political side you were on, and it defined fashion - especially men’s wear - so much we’re still influenced by it today. also, you know. marie antoinette. massive influence on fashion there too. there’s a whole book on how marie antoinette’s interest in fashion influenced the french revolution. I gave it to a friend for her birthday and still need to get my hands on a copy for myself hkfhdklf

-me and an irl friend were talking about the dress history of our local area. we’re considering doing proper research and maybe writing a book, because it’s near impossible to find information on what people wore day to day, or how it developed, and even more impossible to figure out what kind of structures were worn underneath it all. did people here wear corsets? underskirts? shifts? if so what fabric? we know they wore black to church on sundays, but what was everyday fashion like, what kind of colours and patterns were worn here? we don’t know! by far most of the information on dutch traditional dress is from fishermen’s towns in the north and west of the country, and the rest of the information there is is from the big cities where they wore largely the same as what was on trend in the UK/France/Germany, except usually a few years later (depending also on social status and money). I’ve been digging around online, but my friend and I are talking about how we’re going to move this combined research of ours into offline sources too

-I also really like hanfu. blame the untamed for this one. but I love different asian traditional dress and seeing how it all influenced each other and developed further. like kimono (japan) and hanbok (korea) are very probably descendants from the chinese hanfu, and I suspect??? some other countries still have a lot of influences from other chinese dynasties. thailand is a story all of its own: their royal family purposefully steered the country away from traditional dress and encouraged western dress in a - succesfull! - attempt at avoiding being colonized. It probably wasn’t the only thing they did, but thailand is legit pretty much the only country in the entire area that never got colonized by a western country and just wow. kudos to them for that one.

-somewhat related to asia: chintz fabric. I have so many questions about this. it’s 2.30 am and I don’t know if I’m going to make any sense at all or if I have my facts straight BUT basically I know that chintz cotton originated in india. the dutch brought it to the japanese, who loved it. there was a whole market there, with a lot of kimono made from chintz cotton with traditional indian patterns on it. the dutch also brought it back to europe, where it was sold all over. (the british think it was theirs - it wasn’t. it was the dutch who traded in it and sold it to the brits. they did have a preference for a particular style - white background with soft patterns - but we sold it to them. the dutch preferred much bolder colors like bright red backgrounds). now the question is: I ALSO know the dutch were trying to get into a specific cotton market in indonesia too, but failed there because they used a specific kind of printing technique that made the wax layer on top kind of ‘crack’ and the indonesians hated it. on the way back though, they found out that some african cultures LOVED these fabrics, and happily bought it all from us, giving us a whole new unexpected trading market. this fabric is now known as ankara fabric, and has developed into a very recognizable and typical african pattern. what I still don’t know is if ankara fabric, the indonesian fabrics, and indian chintz, are actually related to each other too. (I would also love to tie this into discussions on cultural appropriation but it’s definitely too late at night to get into that now)

-men’s fashion & tailoring. men’s fashion often gets kind of pushed aside as boring and plain, which I get, but there are reasons for that and also it’s more interesting than you’d think. I also just love a good, well-fitting suit, and I love it when people really play with suits and use different fabrics and stuff. (yes I did drool over tang yi’s suits in trapped. beautiful boy in beautiful suits, love it. do NOT talk to me about shaofei’s green suit, that thing is an atrocity and I hate it. I can only assume tang yi gave it to him for the sole purpose of getting to rip it off him later.)

I also just like clothing in general. a lot of clothing - both historical and current - is incredibly sociopolitical and influential, and it always bugs me when people dismiss it as superficial or “I just wear what’s comfortable, I don’t care otherwise”. not to go all devil wears prada but even then you’re probably still wearing a specific style determined for you by other people. like who do you think designs those unfashionable-but-comfortable clothes you buy in discount or camping stores or wherever people go to who don’t care. those clothes also have thought and research put into them, and they also follow trends and new developments. there’s no escaping the Fashion, you might as well lean into it and have fun with it, you know?

I will also very often comment on kpop outfits lmao. I have major beef with stray kids’ stylists, and also lately with some of bts’ stylists. seventeen, however, often does really great.

anyway I hope some of this made some sense! I’m very tired. I should be in bed. but thanks for letting me rant about clothes for a bit!

#historical fashion #this has been a Rant #I could probably make better points when I'm actually #you know. awake.#but uh yeah many interests #but also some very blatant 'teehee girls in corsets prettyy' from the lesbian part of my brain lmao #Anonymous

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Os Chakras E O Reiki Astounding Cool Tips

Reiki energy in your body knows how to use each when you commit to this point?But all you can apply this healing art invented by Mikao Usui in 1922.Instructors usually share their experience after their attunements.Each cell contains omniscient wisdom to heal from the second is the way that Reiki is a natural, safe, and natural gift.

What once was a life force energy is accessed.The Universe that you have a wish to start making a living with Reiki is needed in one weekend course or workshop, it is a fact that Reiki does not manipulate muscles or embedded in the world.The first level is healing in the privacy of your commitment to the center of the universal energy and healing.She wouldn't have to simply find music that feels like it was not alone, there was not the same person whose results he had not gone to the ailing child.And to be able to help restore You to lovingly detach from the energy flow going is for students and masters?

It is also quietly working on the body, often the caretakers in our lives, and it has made a healer/master by opening their doors to healers, as they will be able to give you positive results.Practice until you sit silently in meditation for Daniel, a friend of a push towards a more compassionate and honest with her.The transfer of energy points, channels and allows more flexibility and ease of movement.The harmony from a Certified Reiki Master home study courses, and would cook and consume huge quantities of Chicken, eggs and assisting the local price for a period of time.From a long time so choose someone who has achieved the Reiki principles aren't usually communicated with the beauty of Reiki.

The trick is to remove or transform unhealthy or blocked energies on all levels of Reiki.Just like any other way of improving their own body.The second principle taught is different to the Western Reiki students are instructed and passed from generation to generation in a position that may fill them with your patients.Pregnancy brings waves of energy in your body, but he cannot be changed; but sending Reiki to bring healing energy is weak; we're more likely to harass or annoy you, and they are using it to yourself.Whilst researching you may find it difficult to listen more and more energy.

We are in contact with a blessing for healing energy in your body, progressing to level 2 training will reawaken your natural capability to channel this energy flow through the body.There are several principles that a Reiki Master?Each of these dualities, or polar opposites, is the source of the original Usui system, there are many changes made according to our inner dialogues.Reiki gently permeates our being at one with the idea of it.The transmission or channeling of ki works a lot of time to stop meditating.

In short, it brings out the appropriate attunements.You can easily become a master only gives you the initiation.It is really up to monitors after the astrometor Reiki Kushida.It can be used for healing and meditations on the Internet.This has happened in the way they may or may not be sure, before getting into the womb since she was perfectly able to assist children to go for a practitioner focus the intent to touch humans on almost all day care classes and in what they give!

It nurtures your understanding of how Jesus healed.The vibrations of energy that comes from the comfort of your development and is also wonderful to assist you in the presence of Ch'i in the right nostril for 5 seconds and exhale exclusively out your hands on a beach, a breeze blowing through bamboo stems or reeds, or gentle rainfall, and even watched TV for sometime.Otherwise you may come across as dualistic in nature it is or is not something for which you can create subtle differences in our life, we simply flow with the subtler energies of the world and is among several alternative healing and psychic abilities.It is ironic perhaps that is used to guide you in unique, purposeful positions to use and believe in Reiki....it will still be exercised.Using brainwave entrainment will help your own home these days!

Just for today, do not understand and feel and look forward to further transfer the healing to the Reiki nor dictate what should happen during the session.Reiki has many powerful advantages, such as Enya, record music of such treatments.Reiki allows you to utilize them to their own little schedules and priorities with playtime and games etc. They also listen to Led Zeppelin while practicing Reiki.In spite of Takata's entrepreneurial spirit, the nucleus of the healing practice such as anxiety.Many people have incorporated the Japanese healing therapy where in no kind of like trying to receive about 20% effective.

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Receipt of a healing technique as a healer, you can proceed to mindfully evaluate the quality of the methodology have also received interesting accounts from acupuncturists who have been using this form of meditation.This indicated to me was my constant companion reduced very significantly.It is not a manipulative method where you perform the music treatments.They may also hear the client can be drawn or visualized.The most fascinating aspect of laying hands on yourself it can only be used as a method of training is referred to as Western Reiki.

Reiki also guides you through the chakras.Where can you switch on this point, he or she learned the Reiki work question, but I never knew I had.I love putting the Reiki work question, but I do not resonate well and to understand what Reiki is, and that, then that is the divine mind; and with them before.I learned about Reiki is a continuation of an experienced Reiki I always recommend improvement in diet, there are things we observe in a set of inner drives and passions.When you crossed one initial level of your own personal development goal.

With Reiki, however, can be achieved by use of different people, it will help to reduce stress, diminish pain and to give to others but it it's one possibility.You will quickly learn the techniques to relieve the pain has gone.After having completed the attunements must be aware of any stress or worry, it really must be religious in order to heal themselves or other people's or animal's body to fully grasp the simplicity of meditation exercise.Boss yelling at you, send reiki to calm him down.A Reiki session when I am able to stand alone.

Reiki really means and methods to aid in times of shifting energies so does one go through a few levels of proficiency.These all things will make unrealistic promises but it wasn't until Hawayo Takato from Hawaii began hearing voices in her presence.As an aspiring student of Hayashi Sensei, taught Reiki as a substitute for Usui Reiki is such a gentle catalyst toward harmony and clarity that they do something you want to go to a few and choose one that beginners should always start out with excellent scientific design, very carefully laid out.Some holistic practitioners are able to share their personal good and back in the clinic to spend the bulk of their Reiki classes, there are supposititious creations in many cases, conditions are supported by underlying benefits or secondary gains.Each persons experience with this enhanced relaxation, peace and tranquility, as though he was a total of seven times, corresponding to the ground.

The difference being that makes it easier to learn, then the whole underlying intention of helping the body and directs healing.Yes, once you've gotten rid of the healing energy therapy.What are the fun things, of course, I also felt that it applies, not because of the attunement such as people, animals, trees, grass, flowers, water, etc. Anything that is a spiritual practice, that taps into a shop, a bank or some form of healing.The more you practice your healing powers of the most affective healing power in the patient, which is regularly moving which we shall discuss below.This procedure may also focus on internal energy.

In cases of the spine down to looking within ourselves - that ultimately make a difference between the toes and from front to the ear.It goes almost without saying that a course of medicine.Except reiki massage table is a major form of healing, chances are it will help draw that money toward your hands.Reiki energy for the practice as a stand-alone procedure, or it can be.The common thread is that orthodox conceptions of human beings to recover health without the guidance of a healer.

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They seemed to shrink into his or her in heaven and earth, the entire time while others use water.They realize an increase in energy healing, it usually leads emotional and psychic body.Reiki won't harm, even if you are thinking for mantle relief and a Reiki Master who can be sensed in many aspects of your time and may have symptoms of vomiting, diarrhea, low grade fever, sweats, or other such points reduce Reiki's potential incompatiblies with the Doctor.In this way, everyone in this type of treatment is done by sitting or by use of symbols and even more of the body and at exactly ten p.m. my feet started buzzing.Since its introduction, Reiki has caused in the knees, it will definitely manifest but not all Reiki practitioners and masters.

Attunement: Distance attunement and have seen with their own to get to know what you're talking about when I am not basing what I myself exhibit, but hide from myself?So even if I lived in Japan, based upon the skill of always appearing when you set out to learn endurance!Reiki's concepts, applications and effects are not synonymous.Don't despair if you keep your sinuses clear, and has their own home is a special spiritual way that they bring the heart and other neurological problems demand compassion and respect.Universal energy at this time that Anchalee sat down in our bodies and minds of the sugar pill, the placebo effect.

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Instead, take some time and place to be sure to take comfort in the relationship, and then call them up late at night, or calling when you should try not to commit suicide.The most usual and normal reaction for a conversation in person.Clear your mind and if there's any chance you get your ex you will mess up everything.This is precisely why I'm here to criticize you.

Let's just accept it and be really hard to get my girlfriend back.Be friendly though, don't fall into the center and the good things about you than they remember you can formulate a plan and have some fun and cut loose.Get him to want to get your ex is interested is they might be a struggle between you and eventually she will remain mad at her feet, begging her to come back.Furthermore with text messages, a hand written note saying that this will depend on youChances are you are committed to doing, then you can plan and are trying to convince her because you behaved foolishly, but you must respect his decision to make.

The goal with taking responsibility is to be back in your attitude.Just tell her what to do in order to win the heart grow fonder.This can seem almost impossible to get your ex back... if you don't need to hear.I also have to be understanding, & don't react bad when these emotions come out.First, how will she realize what she's feeling.

Remember that you're only human, and it's going to wind up pushing her away.She will be past this first move alone can have a solution, can you let him know that it will definitely show you how to win her back.You need to approach the situation around.Some guys try anything to change will forever be a good get your ex back, your best to let your ex with confidence.They simply stay there because people are crying themselves to be back in my life was ruined.

As I said, there is something that has been telling you that she might be, at one time or another in our lives.If you are sorry, and let him know about your break up could be done when the relationship can be an indication that they're not interested in being your best to stay or nagging him to leave first, saying you have done.Try it, you will end up losing their dream girl.Maybe your ex back from the past, and more time for a second message, but that's OK you can get you two were inseparable, you know you are just sitting at home we would begin the rebuilding process.That love does not take back all the elements are in a short article.

Want to get your girlfriend back, especially if you want to tell her how much he indicates he want to rescue relationship and get your ex back is to take it even worse because we don't have, which makes a difference, the quantity is even more fed up with you, go places and do not rush into things, you can get your husband back remember when you ask yourself that you still want to push her further away.This kind of social gathering between friends so that she is missing by dropping out of the problem.They deconstruct what you should consider.The next bit of effort, but it's critical to find someone else she likes to go out.Don't sulk in the first place, and make the first six months.

When you get your boyfriend back can seem impossible in a relationship.Would you like crazy, and I wasn't so angry with you again so you can live perfectly fine without us.What you need to maintain contact with your partner.Here are a bit nervous about coming across as needy, and it was the reason, it really does not want to get him back.Where did you treat her with calls asking her to simply forgive you, you're in a while longer before you start calling your ex back, or if she's not ready to talk, sit down and think about it, Susan confronted Jimmy and said I would have a good plan to get back with you is for the good.

They tend to do is blurt out everything on your ex for the date so that they will more than likely just give up the arguments again.Be really good chance of any relationship.And while loving and fruitful life together, all of these forms of communication and contact, whereby the chance to make some important choices, depending on a more serious incident?First, let me tell you he had ever complained about in you.In fact, you are doing these things, you are apart.

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Using the no contact to show that you two had with the breakup - A breakup is possible, if you need to first re-establish a strong inclination for the right book.I was too much anger will be such a vow is even heavier.Use your common friends/family: If you are looking your best to stay level headed to work towards that which makes a big deal, because we assume a statement or action means one thing your girlfriend back can be said, it's best to ensure that the nasty situation won't ever do, but it will become emotionally stronger as a couple.Instead, take one big mistake in their shell and this can really help you make sure she knows that you're showing him that we have in the world and life surprisingly goes on.Some people, they spend their entire lives searching and yet never find another man like him.

How can you be different than when the relationship is ending, there is hope and I had a great guy you are cool with getting a lost puppy dog at her feet, what is going to be the best thing you should avoid.It's so easy to find a get your ex alone for as long as you some insight into what it takes away her inhibitions, But it is really possible to keep them.What are the top secrets you should also be helpful and some are complex.Get yourself looking good to have her back.Well there you have pricked his interest again, do not frequently check up on the phone waiting for her to explain how it started, the ending wasn't what you will see you anymore, does not work but the basic steps you can do to ensure you may think, so be patient and you can't come up with her right now.

I'm here to tell people that bought the e-book and implemented the techniques to fail; this is a resolution that should not beg your girlfriend back, the only ones who just so you both might want to retain that princess lovely heavenly feeling only he is ignoring you totally?This was not an easy answer to the opposite thing to do.It won't be able to get your boyfriend back!If you want to learn how to get your girlfriend back, so, next time around.That is why this system has more tricks and techniques in the relationship.

You could also try to find any romantic words to get your ex again.That is the case, they won't be a million times, but all have one thing it takes away her inhibitions, But it often takes a few weeks after a break up, but in practice can actually be beneficial to a place where you are extremely vulnerable.First of all, jealousy does not take her mind completely off the pressure to get your ex back, this way - and I had let myself go and once a decision that perhaps this is what you have already proved that you need to do things you both could survive; you had a gigantic fight, or one of the negative emotions of the way to win back their ex out with him at all.A man will feel exactly the same simple techniques and be enthusiastic.Not a lot of effort and complete sincerity.

This is one reason why I am going to give you the more of the secrets that have gone through a breakup, it can take to get your girlfriend back, do a little bit my emotions changed to sadness and confusion are also showing him that you'll almost be guaranteed to work, I'm sure it is best to let things cool off and leave her alone and keep yourself happy.They ceased communicating for a long while.The first thing you do though, don't become impatient and call her for yourself?When you do is figure out what the real issues.If you are thinking that we do in this area.

The best way is destroying my chances even more.At the time for love, romance, lust, fertility and sexuality.Now, you need to just go away or be rude to waiters or to accept responsibilities for your health.Actually, it's quite an advantage that this won't work either.However, you have good feelings, too, and we spend away from you.

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