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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 4

Last episode ended with Simon coming home to a smashed window, this episode starts the morning after, Simon takes the bus to school, while Wilhelm is anxiously waiting for him.

Culture: At a high school level in Sweden, there's national tests in Swedish, English, and Math. Like everywhere else, the purpose of these tests is not only to grade students, but to align all schools across the country to combat grade inflation.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent is trying to cheat by looking at Nils' answers.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent draws a dick in the gravel while waiting for the others to be done with the test.

Subtext: This entire episode is overflowing with examples of privilege. For Vincent, and many other rich kids like him, studying and learning doesn't matter, they'll graduate regardless, so he doesn't care about the exam, he only cares about the graduation party.

Cinematography: Even with Felice and friends being completely blurred out in the background, you can still see Stella and Fredrika turning to look at Sara, and then turning their backs on her.

Culture: In the US, a lot of people are using "socialism" as a catch-all phrase which means politics they don't agree with, regardless of its actual ideology. Likewise, in Sweden, a lot of people use "communist" in the same way about generally left-wing politics, which is what Vincent is doing here.

Subtext: Wilhelm asks Simon if he can reconcile the conflict of dating a royal while being anti-monarchy, but the real question is of course if Wilhelm can reconcile the conflict in himself.

Subtext: This is where the show's political stance shines through, and this argument, that Wilhelm wasn't allowed to choose his life for himself, is the main argument they're gonna use in the finale.

Subtext: Wilhelm is weakly defending the monarchy, but just ends up repeating what his mother told him; it's a privilege, not a punishment, but does he believe it himself?

Subtext: The letter-to-yourself plot is mainly there in order to help August along his redemption arc, but here the show is using it to reinforce the point of the previous scene. Who does Wilhelm want to become? Does he have a choice?

Culture: In Sweden, Säkerhetspolisen, SÄPO, is the government agency in charge of national security, which includes providing security and assigning bodyguards to the royal family.

Subtext: Note the great use of passive voice here by Farima to avoid taking responsibility for the decision to force August to join the birthday foundation event. She's also expertly bargaining with Wilhelm to get what she wants.

Subtext: We know it was the far-right assholes who posted comments to Simon's videos a couple of episodes ago.

Blink and you miss it: Jan-Olof really perks up when Linda talks about moving to Gothenburg, because that would probably mean the end to the relationship between Wilhelm and Simon, which would solve all of his current problems.

Subtext: Like Farima, he bargains with Linda and Simon to get what he wants, for Simon to stop posting things to social media. It's almost as if their strategy was to do nothing at the start, waiting for things to blow up so they could swoop in, help out, and start making demands in exchange...

Blink and you miss it: The option to inactivate and hide your social media account is right there, but of course Simon has to choose to delete everything, because it will cause more drama and anguish.

Blink and you miss it: Fencing! Woohoo! I did fencing for five years as a kid until 8th grade or something, but I only did foil, and not épée like these students. I have absolutely no idea where these two are coming from or going to though, where would they practice? Is there a hidden fencing hall somewhere on the grounds that we haven't seen yet? How many kids at Hillerska are fencing? Also, he's carrying a practice blade and not an electric competition blade, so that checks out. Of the three types of modern fencing, épée is unique in that the entire body counts as a valid target, while in foil only the torso counts, and in sabre only the upper half counts. Oh wow, it looks like the gear is now wireless and every fencer carries their own indicator lights. Cool! Back in my day you had to be strapped in with a cord for competitions.

This tumblr is now about French School fencing. Allez! Touché!

Subtext: The narrative is that it's perfectly ok for the crown prince to be gay, as long as he's not gay gay.

Culture: The show keeps saying this, but in real world Sweden it's no longer the case. Supporting los jibbities is viewed as a completely mainstream and inoffensive opinion, on par with supporting human rights in general.

Subtext: Another example of privilege is being in a position to do a lot of good, and then just not caring about it. Simon is fighting for the causes he believes in, so seeing Wilhelm just casually throw it away is extremely disappointing for him.

Subtext: Unlike Vincent, August is actually a natural leader, someone people listen to, which is why he manages to quiet down the room when Vincent is unable to. Maybe a good quality in a future king?

Subtext: Simon is continuing the argument from before. Wilhelm could have shown solidarity with mental health causes or LGBT causes, but chose not to. However, he immediately decided to join in solidarity with the other rich kids protesting the school rules, which is rather selfish.

Subtext: Colour theory! Sara in purple, because part of the reason she's back at school is that August asked her to? And Simon in yellow, because he sure isn't loving Wilhelm very much right now.

Subtext: Just a reminder that Sara has actually been completely out of the loop since the end of season 2. She has no idea about the school rules, what's happened at home, how it's going with Simon and Wilhelm, or what's happening at school.

Blink and you miss it: Fredrika is so close to stop striking as soon as she's threatened with repercussions.

Subtext: I keep hammering this point home: The culture is in the walls, it's not something some of the kids made up. The visiting alumni were also hazed as new students and kept it going as third years. Same for the parents of all these kids. They're all part of the system, they all kept the cycles of abuse going, because they want the school to be like that.

Subtext: Privilege is thinking you can get things your way with almost no effort. None of these kids have ever struggled or protested something for real and then not been given what they wanted, so they seriously believed they'd win immediately.

Subtext: Another theme of this season is bringing secrets out in the open. We've all seen August struggling with body dysmorphia and an eating disorder since season 1, but no-one has ever called it out and put words on it, until Simon immediately recognizes it and calls it out.

Subtext: ...while the rich kids are just stuck in denial, because eating disorders is for poor people or something, it's not something that happens to them. And if it did, you certainly wouldn't admit it to anyone else.

Subtext: August tries to jokingly fend off Nils because he doesn't want anyone to know that the letter actually meant something to him, until Nils pushes too hard, and August punches him.

Subtext: Vincent talked a big game about striking in solidarity, but when they're caught as hilariously unprepared as they are, they're not pooling their resources in solidarity with each other, and instead resort to selling them to the highest bidder. Capitalism in a nutshell, illustrated perfectly by the behaviour of spoiled rich kids. Also, pet peeve, the English word for the currency of Sweden is "kronor", not "crowns".

Lost in translation: They're actually repeating a single word in Swedish, "svikare", which is pretty hard to translate. The verb, "svika", is a bit worse than letting someone down, but not as bad as betraying someone. The adjective, "besviken" typically means disappointed. So "svikare" means a person who is letting other people down, disappointing them, or betraying them.

Subtext: The culture is in the walls of the place, but the kids are also pretty damn complicit in continuing all the shitty traditions. This looks like a game of strip poker or truth or dare that went off the rails and just resulted in more bullying, with everyone joining in.

Subtext: The other girls are upset with Felice because she broke the code. You don't snitch to outsiders, you don't tell the truth, you keep up appearances.

Blink and you miss it: Henry won the potato chip auction, happily ate the entire bag, and passed out in a chair, clutching the bag. Mmmm, sourcream and onion.

Subtext: Speaking of closing ranks towards the outside, this also applies to this strike. It would be bad PR for the school if anyone outside found out that it happened, so it's better to solve it quietly and discreetly. Vanessa can trust the kids not to snitch. Vincent is also right, the parents, who are paying the tuition fees, are on their side.

Subtext: Felice can't be seen talking to Sara, so she checks that the coast is clear, and then drags Sara into a private bathroom to have their conversation.

Subtext: Likewise, Sara was probably Felice's first real friend.

Subtext: Nice little foreshadowing. I would have loved seeing Simon's drawing though!

Subtext: Well, he could have just made his social media private, but the show has to maximize the drama, so here we are, piling on more examples of how Simon is losing himself to the monarchy, that maybe he can't reconcile the conflict.

Subtext: Erik spent three years living at Hillerska, of course he wouldn't have told his then twelve year old kid brother about all the shit going on at the school. August spent an entire year living with Erik at the school, seeing what went on first hand, so of course he knows a side of Erik that Wilhelm doesn't.

Subtext: August has been trying to keep his mouth shut and avoid Wilhelm, but since they have yet another fight, he decides to drop the bomb about Erik to hurt Wilhelm.

Subtext: Again, the culture is in the walls. This is not something that only Erik's class did, once. It's probably been happening to all the boys for decades. It happened to the current second-year students, it happened to Erik, and lots of students before him who kept this shitty initiation tradition going.

Culture: Let's talk about the gay porn hazing a bit more. To me, this is an urban legend. I heard about it when I was a teenager back in the 90's, but I don't personally know anyone it happened to, or anyone who did it to anyone else. It was always hearsay, it happened to a friend of a friend's brother, or a classmate's cousin's friend or something similar, as is typical of urban legends.

Let's also make one thing absolutely clear: It doesn't work. The homophobic idea behind this shit is that if you are forced to watch gay porn and get a boner, you are gay, and if you don't, you're straight. But that is actually not true, erections don't work that way, and the fear of being found out is quite the boner killer. Also, what if you like guys, but the guys in the porno aren't your type? There's just so many ignorant misconceptions behind this idea.

I've also seen a lot of fan comments that keep playing into this ignorance; that the only reason Nils decided to stop the tradition was because he obviously failed it. Or that the only reason August is against it is because he failed, and the only reason he failed is because he's secretly not straight. No. Remember that the test doesn't work. Nils probably passed, despite actually being gay. August might have failed, despite being completely straight. Regardless of what happened, they both found it humiliating, and that is why they made a pact to stop it.

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pinkacademiaprincess · 2 years ago

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Hiii I’m so sorry to bother you!, hope your day goes well <3 I just want to ask, how can I improve in maths? I’m preparing myself for the sat and I have trouble with understanding it. Any tips would be very much appreciated, thanku !! ♡

Become a Math Whiz: Acing Math Class & the SAT 📈✏️📚👩‍🏫

ty for the ask & the kind words! you are never a bother, i'm happy to help 🥰 i can def give some tips as someone who went from struggling w/ math to being good at it. and i’ve taken the SAT so i know that experience as well! i hope this helps 💗

take accountability

it’s very easy to try to shift blame & avoid taking responsibility for your grades/ performance. i used to think things like “the teacher is just bad!” or “i’m just not a math person!” but this mindset is just deflecting. some things are out of your control, like what teacher you have or preferring other subjects, but you have to step up & work hard to create your own success! remembering this will help you stay motivated and disciplined.

find your learning style

i talked about this in a previous post too, but there are different styles of learning - visual, auditory, hands-on, & reading/writing - and not all of them work for everyone. if you spend a ton of time studying and don’t see improvement or results, that’s a big sign that you’re studying wrong. a method that works for your friend or that your teacher uses might not actually be effective for you. so do some research into learning styles and study methods, and find implement strategies that work for you.

never fall behind

okay, easier said than done. but one of the biggest reasons i used to struggle is math is that i would get stuck on a concept, never fully master it, and then i’d stay behind. in math, a lot of topics build on each other. if you get stuck on a topic, it’s crucial that you figure it out asap or your confusion will snowball. you can’t build a solid structure on top of a wobbly foundation. the moment you encounter a problem area, study it until you’ve completely understood.

practice makes perfect

i try to steer clear of recommending specific study methods b/c everyone has different learning styles. but math is so dependent on problem solving & applications that you really have to master this skill in order to succeed. beyond just reviewing your notes & reading over concepts, you need to practice applying topics by solving problems. do the homework questions & do them for accuracy, even if it’s just graded for completion. find extra problems in the textbook, workbook, online, etc. redo questions from class or the hw that confused you until you can do them correctly without your notes. drill it until you can solve them AND understand how the steps work!

ask for help

i am clearly a big proponent of asking for help. in school, your teachers are gonna be one of the best resources you have. for one, they’re teachers for a reason, so even if you think they’re not too great at explaining stuff, they know the concepts. and besides that, your teachers the ones who are creating units, assigning your work, writing & grading your tests... they should be your go-to for questions. visit them during office hours or email to set up a meeting where you can discuss concepts. ask for extra practice problems, ask them to look over your work & let you know how it looks, talk through your work with them. aside from teachers, you can get help from a tutor, a classmate, whoever you can turn to. but pls don’t suffer alone! succeeding with help is still succeeding.

use the internet

so maybe your teacher truly sucks at explaining. maybe you don’t have classmates to help and can’t afford a tutor. or maybe you just wanna supplement your learning another way. i really really recommend utilizing free learning tools online!! khan academy is an obvious one for videos, practice problems, and more. you can also find tons of youtube videos explaining math topics. sometimes it helps to hear things explained another way. i also google “[math concept] practice problems” if i want extra questions to work through.

bonus: tips for SAT math

the SAT is a bit different b/c the math concepts aren’t actually too advanced. it’s all multiple choice so you don’t get to rely on partial points for showing your work. the SAT is testing your strategy & speed as much as it’s actually testing you on math concepts, so here are my best tips for that specifically:

use khan academy’s SAT prep tool - it’s free (!!!!!) and it links to your collegeboard account. it uses prior years’ SAT content so it’s very similar to the test itself. it helps you pace yourself, pinpoint your problem areas, learn & apply concepts, & track your progress. here's a screenshot from when i used it, as you can see my scores improved and i was able to ultimately get a superscore of 1450!

take practice tests - this helps you get familiar with the time constraint. khan academy has plenty!!

do a ton of SAT math practice questions - ideally, find a ton of questions used in prior SAT tests and just crank them out. the test's concepts are quite repetitive so if you just focus on the topics they usually test, you can master them

learn test-taking strategies - the SAT is multiple choice and has a tricky time constraint, so however you can save time will help. become good at using the process of elimination & other multiple choice test methods. you can find these sorts of tips online!

i hope this helps! know that you are completely capable of improving at math. i went from thinking i suck at it & doing poorly in math class to acing my calc courses & studying to enter a math-focused field. utilize your resources and figure out your best study style asap, and you WILL see improvements!

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psychicreadsgirl · 9 months ago

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Pick a Picture: What are your strengths?

Pick the picture that draws you most. If you can't choose between two, then look at both readings. This is a general reading so take what resonates and leave what doesn't behind.

Also, I just stupidly realized that pick a pile/card readings are all related to tarot. For clarification, I don't use tarot so there are no "cards" to share with you or read. I place a picture there for you to choose for an intuitive reading.

I stress again that this is a general reading so take it with a grain of salt. These readings are for fun and entertainment and if they're helpful to you, then great.

You are very resilient and determined. You are probably very independent and don't need much caring/hand holding.

You know what you want in life and generally have a plan to execute your goals/dreams.

You are pretty responsible and stay true to your words.

You are firm and you know when to stand your ground.

You excel in logic and probably are good with numbers/math/concepts/sciences. You are also probably good with directions and determining a strategy. You know how to solve problems.

You have strong leaderships skills. People will generally listen to you or follow you.

You have good communication skills. You know what to say to make people listen to you. You're persuasive and probably eloquent.

You are confident and people generally believe in you. You have a strong presence and are memorable.

Even if you're unsure of things, you know how to fake it till you make it.

You don't shy away from confrontation. You are fearless and courageous. You are protective and will stand for your rights.

You are a team player. You go with the flow and are pretty adaptable. You are sweet and cooperative. You are considerate and are attentive to details.

You are sensitive to other's feelings and generally people feel comfortable with you. You have strong empathy and people just feel like they can share their thoughts/secrets with you.

You are a good listener and have a lot of patience. You generally give good advice related to relationships/friendships.

You generally are quite lucky and things just easily come to you.

You are probably quite athletic. You excel in many sports or many activities that require the use of your body. You might possess strength like you can lift many things. Perhaps you are very flexible or you have great balance. You might also have great control of your body.

You can endure a lot. You can go through a lot of physical training or other training and not complain. Generally you won't really complain much it seems.

You have strong physical endurance. You have a lot of stamina and energy. It's very hard for you to get tired. You might even have too much energy that you have issue sleeping. You are the type that can pull multiple all nighters without caffeine.

You also probably don't get sick very often. If you do get sick, you recover very quickly. You'll notice that even with injuries, you recover very fast like maybe it'll take someone several days to recover from some physical injuries but it'll just take you like 1 or 2 days max.

You have a lot of creativity. You have interesting and unique ideas. You think outside the box.

You might fantasize a lot. You're very imaginative. You have a lot of innocence and naivety. You are very pure.

You are also friendly. People generally are attracted to you somehow. You have this aura that magnetizes others.

You can design a lot. You might excel greatly in the arts. If not, you are the type that can always give out ideas (i.e. you're in marketing and you create this very unique marketing campaign.)

It's possible that you have very vivid dreams too.

You're excellent at figuring out the truth. You know when someone is lying. Somehow you also just know things. Perhaps you are very intuitive or maybe psychic. You have a strong 6th sense.

You might have talent in the occult, including tarot, astrology, psychic reading, etc. You're very intuitive and are hyper aware of what's not known to the human eye.

You are very spiritual. You can connect with others spiritually. You often have profound insights or epiphanies.

You're good at spotting opportunities too. You can also be good at predicting.

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draystersden · 2 months ago

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I think Drayton is good or even great at anything that requires he using his head: battle strategies, puzzle games, math, etc. What can trip him up is that he's...unintentionally picky with how he learns. His attention span can be a major hinderance.

He's much more of a hands on, visual learner. He has to do something himself in order to actually understand how it works; reading instructions or hearing them read to him does nothing. Yet if Drayton isn't actively interested in learning something (like if it just bores tf outta him - like most of the subjects in school do), it's like his brain pushes it aside and REFUSES to retain anything.

He can solve a problem, but still not remember on the fly how to do it later on because of this. Whenever he can actually concentrate and things make sense, Drayton can wow someone by how fast he absorbs & applies new knowledge.

#pokemon drayton #the drayster 🐲#( tldr i subscribe to the gifted drayton headc )#( he doesnt skip classes because hes ''dumb''. they basically dont stimulate him enough + some other reasons )#( ...i guess this is also me softly confirming a headc that he has adhd or somethin )#( BUT i cant speak on that because i dont have a dianogsis of it... tho i do think i have it ngl 😂 )#( i relate to dray too much in certain areas... mayb one day i'll get tested )

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rendy-a · 2 years ago

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Chiming in~

Here to request a yandere! Rook (and/or Epel) with their darling in a P.E. setting? (Could be like a joint class or smth-)

Well, well. Here it is, my first attempt at a Yandere request. I hope you like it!

It was a strange day indeed when you, the magicless Prefect of Ramshackle dorm, were invited to join flying class. You had questioned Coach Vargus when he gave you the news but all he told you was, “Cheer up! If there are any problems, I’ll solve them with my prodigious muscles!” The shiny smile he flashed you did not reassure.

To your great surprise, this WAS a flying class you could participate in. The topic of the day was carrying passengers while flying. “While solo flying is a great way to hone your personal strength, there are times when you might be required to carry a passenger. Medical emergencies, search and rescue operations, even certain thrilling Spelldrive strategies are all reasons you might fly double.” Vargus smiles widely at the large crowd gathered. It seems you were not to only participate in your first flying lesson, but it would be a rare joint class between first years and third years.

“Carrying an incapacitated passenger is more difficult than flying with a conscious person. Third years pair up with a first year and practice your medical carry! I expect you’ll give your juniors lots of tips for when it is their turn to fly!” You are nervous but also pleased that you were all to be ‘dead weight’ in this exercise. You laugh a bit to yourself, knowing you had worried about putting your partner at a disadvantage but with this assignment, your lack of flying knowledge wouldn’t matter at all. Only now you had to find a partner. Even though you were only to be carried, you worried no one would want to pair up with a magicless partner.

As you stand there, unsure of your position in this joint class, you jump as you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Ah!” you yell in surprise, turning to look at the smiling face behind you. Although you’d never met him before, Rook Hunt had such a reputation around campus that you’d certainly heard OF him. From the very first moment you set eyes on his smiling face, you’d felt that reputation was well earned. He looked at you with that easy smile fixed on his face, his sharp eyes taking in your reaction as though it was a most fascinating study and he the researcher.

When your reactions stilled, he deepened his smile and spoke, “Bonjour! How fortunate I am to reach your side before you’ve been chosen. Certainly, I implore you to accept my request to be my partner.” Then he holds out his hand in a flourish. You are rather embarrassed by this display of dramatics in PE class, but you do need a partner, so you smile awkwardly and place your hand in his own, “Sure, I’ll be your partner.” He grasps your hand, and you think he takes a sudden inhale of breath but before you can process that Coach Vargus is shouting instructions for your activity.

It turns out there is a surprisingly complex method to determine how to fly double. It involves a disappointingly large amount of math. You hadn’t anticipated the need to measure your height and pop it into a formula to determine the minimum length broom to bare your weight safely, but you were willing to give it a shot. “So, Hunt sir, my height is,” you began before seeing Rook had appeared at your side holding a broom. He smiles at you coyly, “Non, there is no need to say. Of course, I have already determined your height and computed the proper broom length.” You look at him startled for a moment and then flash him an impressed look, “You can tell how tall I am from just this little bit of time standing together? That’s some skill you have there!” He returns you a mysterious smile and holds out the broom for you to mount.

You do toss a leg over the handle but then look questioningly back at your partner, “Should I be riding like this? Aren’t I supposed to be, I don’t know, like…” and you finish your statement by making a gesture indicating a flopping posture. He laughs heartily at your pantomime, “My, your performance is très bon! I thought for a moment you were truly knocked out. What a trickster you are!” You laugh a forced chuckle, embarrassed at his overreaction and the attention it was pulling to your group, “Yup, that’s what all my friends call me. Hey, Trickster, show us that one again. Ha ha ha.” His gaze sharpens and he asks carefully, “Why then I shall call you that too. Oui? Mon Trickster?” You give him a shrug as thought to say, ‘do what you want’ and place a hand behind your head as you laugh awkwardly. You feel the pleased smile he returns is far more than the silly nickname deserves but hey, whatever makes him happy.

“In turn, Mon Trickster, won’t you call me by name?” the senior asks you with a fox sharp smile, “We are partners now, are we not?” You again give another shrug and hold out your hand to shake his, “Sure thing, Rook. Partners it is.” He returns your handshake with vigor and at the end, squeezes your hand unusually long with an appraising look. “What are you doing?” you ask curiously. “Why I’m taking measure of your hand size, of course.” Rook replies. You can’t tell if he is joking or not. “What could you possibly need to know my hand size for?” you laugh off the situation. Rook gives you a mysterious smile and only replies, “Oh, you’d be surprised how things become useful.”

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A whistle blows and Rooks eyes travel easily to Coach Vargus where he stands. “Time to switch tasks!” he yells from below. Rooks sighs and pulls his dear Trickster (a pet name! très magnifique!) tighter in his arms. He’d easily convinced his naïve dove to allow him a bridal carry as a convenient way to complete their task. Coach Vargus had even praised the choice (Builds muscles in the arms!), to his amusement. Rook couldn’t have cared less about workout efficiency or learning life-saving rescue techniques; all that mattered was squeezing one more second into this flight, one more moment where he could keep you in his arms and imagine you were his own.

Alas, seconds do not last. He settles you both on the ground and smiles at your nervous expression. Were you embarrassed to be seen in such an intimate hold by your classmates or had you instinctively sensed the danger of having a predator so close at hand? Either answer was beautiful in its own way. Rook would like to have asked you for the answer but knew such a question would only create unwanted distance between you. He’d bide his time and observe, it was in his nature to do so. You believed so innocently that this class was your first meeting, and for you, it was. He though, he’d been watching you for weeks. When the time was right, well, he’d already taken your measure. He now had a good idea what size ring you’d need. Or shackle. Either way would bring its own enjoyment; just you, him, and the hunt.

“Second task!” Coach Vargus bellows. “Being carried as dead weight is a great workout for a flyer but it does nothing to build your own strength! In task two, we will be doing something that requires effort from both participants!” With a flourish of his hand, Vargus summons a large obstacle course from the ground. A second flick of his wrist sets it in motion. It is immediately obvious to you what he meant about effort being needed from both parties. You could tell by the path of the course how you’d have to shift your weight together or in counterpart to navigate certain obstacles. Moving on your own would only cause you both to be caught up in the traps and knocked from the broom. At least you had Grim. While he wasn’t exactly what you’d call cooperative, at least you were familiar enough with each other to be relatively in sync.

“Grim!” Vargus bellows, “You are excused from this exercise. As much as I’d like to have you hone your small body, your lightweight will make it impossible for a partner to balance with you.” Your mouth falls open in shock but Grim has no such trouble, “Mwrahaha! The Great Grim wins again! See you later suckers!” His parting remarks earn some return jibes from your fellow first years but Grim remains unbothered as he departs.

You shake your head sadly but not that surprised. These things just always seem to happen to you. “Um, he.hello.” You turn around to find a lilac haired boy trying to gain your attention. “If you don’t have a partner yet, would you like to pair with me?” he asks in a sweet voice and smiles at you cutely. You are surprised to find such a gentle boy in a school like NRC. And also, quite a bit charmed. You smile at him gratefully, “I’d love to be your partner.” You introduce yourselves and you give Epel some of the tips you’d learned from Rook in your first task. For a moment, you imagine you see Epel glare over at where Rook stands in the distance with the third-year class, engaged in their own second task. It was an intense look, but you couldn’t quite place it; was he jealous of the third year’s skill? Before you can quite puzzle it out, his gaze returns to you. He gives you a cute tilt of his head, causing his tied back hair to sway gently, “We should get practicing, Prefect.”

It was great to have a partner who had chosen you. You had secretly feared standing there alone at the end and having Coach Vargus force someone to pair up with you. Now, you had Epel, and he was such an attentive partner too! Though he was the mage and you were just a magicless student, Epel was constantly asking your opinion on things and taking your advice. “What do you think about that section? We could…just push through. Go full throttle! Or…or we could be safe and do it slow. Wha..what do you think?” You turn to your partner. Epel is trying to look as though he is focused on the course, but you can see the way he watches you intently out of the corner of his eye. You smile to yourself, pleased that he is so considerate and yet not putting you on the spot. “I think we should take it easy. Slow and steady wins the race, right?” You beam back at him and the corners of his mouth fall for a moment before a charming smile settles on his face. “That’s just what I was thinking. We are so in tune!”

The obstacle course is difficult, but you know, if you are honest with yourself, that Vargus set a fair course for your beginner’s level. You especially enjoy flying with Epel. There are times when you think he is getting frustrated, watching the aggressive flying of other students but you are quick to reassure him. “Don’t worry,” you say as you lean back and pat his hand, “Our method is just as good as that wild, show-off one.” He gives you a tight smile; worried, you think. Not you though, you have confidence in your partnership! In the end, you are fine. You don’t pass each obstacle without effort, but you only end up dumped from the broom a few times at each obstacle before you managed to suggest a good strategy to work your way though. And Epel always takes your suggestions.

Finally, your feet touch the ground, the task being finished. You jump off the broom and give Epel a little sideways hug. “That was so much fun! It really is great being able to fly. I’m glad I had someone like you for a partner to do this with me.” Epel gives you a dreamy smile back, “Yeah, I’m glad to have been able to be with you too.” You smile and wave before setting off towards the main campus and your next class.

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Epel watched you go sadly. That was…well actually, it was a rather mixed experience. There were times when Epel had nearly lost his cool. When a Savanaclaw student made a mocking copy of the cute smile he’d given the Prefect, he’d nearly flown over to throw hands at him. BUT! he’d caught himself in time, maintaining his sweet and cute persona. If that was what the Prefect wanted from him, that is what he’d be for them. He’d change himself in any way to please them. For now. Next time, he’ll start working on changing them. Not a lot! But over time, he was sure he could mold the Prefect into the perfect partner for a macho guy like him. Afterall, he’d changed for you so its only fair that you change for him.

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wisteria-lodge · 6 months ago

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bird primary + burnt snake secondary

tl;dr: Fairly sure I'm Lion primary (maybe burned Badger since I sort of envy the idea of close communities, or hedonistic Snake, not sure where that line is)

(the way that divide works out is that basically, Burnt Badgers look like Snakes. They have the Snake's small community, but wish they could cast their net wider. Hedonistic Snakes tend to be more solo, and much more focused on /stuff/. Also, both options make pretty good short-term coping mechanisms.)

but unsure whether my secondary is Bird, Snake/burned Snake, or burned Lion.

I love researching and reverse-engineering and my immediate response to situations is to Google advice, but reactively, not proactively. I am allergic to planning, and prepwork feels stifling and unnatural.

Ooooh, have we got a single-player Environment Snake? (I also think of these as MacGyver Snakes.) Basically just pulling at the things around you in order to solve the problem at hand.

I studied math in college then did a coding bootcamp, and I always felt adrift because both only taught memorizing solutions to individual problems/proofs, not how to solve unfamiliar ones -- i.e., really learning.

However, I neither consider myself flexible nor want to be, and singleplayer Snake is wayyyyyyyyyyyy more comfortable than stuff involving other people. (Complicating factor: not neurotypical.)

I think I can say, pretty confidently, that this system works just fine if you're not neurotypical. :) There's no reason you have to use the multi-player version if you don't want. The most dramatic single/multi player divide is probably Bookkeeper Badger vs Courtier Badger, and there are lots of people who prefer being just one or the other.

I do the "faces" thing reflexively, in the moment, but it doesn't feel like "shifting" or "becoming" anything: just me, lying.

That's Snake. "Becoming" is more of a word that a Courtier Badger would use, they kinda do have to believe it, or it doesn't work. Snake secondaries are a lot more aware of what they're doing, in the moment.

It's interesting that you are just straight-up using the word lie though. In my experience, Snakes are more likely to conceptualize that particular problem-solving strategy as "say it in a way they'll listen to," or something like that. You might just be super direct (and/or like hanging out in Neutral) buuuut... the negativity of "lie" can sometimes point to a Burnt secondary. No sign of that yet, but I'll keep an eye out for it.

I don't have a moral problem with lying; it's often even right since a) telling the truth often hurts people, and b) people do prefer it: most people want to hear what they want to hear, and if that happens to be the truth that's great.

Hmmm. This is sounding like primary stuff. And it's quite reasoned out, which makes me interested in hearing why you went for Lion primary instead of Bird.

But deep down, I guess I resent it. I wish that when I say what I mean it would convince people rather than create problems. I try to ration that to only things that REALLY matter to me, but tbh many things do. I hate arguing.

What I'm hearing here is the Bird primary fantasy of "If I was only able to explain it exactly right, in precisely the right words, then everyone would agree with me." And as you say earlier, it doesn't actually work like that. It sounds like you're feeling a bit cynical in regards to other people a the moment, and I can't exactly blame you.

I would love to be an inspirational secondary but I am bad at inspiring people.

There is definitely some burnt secondary talk going on here.

Family: I'm not close to my father -- he’s a terrible person, serial cheater, racist, etc. I'm closer to my mother, and don't think she's a bad person, but both parents were hypercritical and have horrible tempers, so my childhood felt horrible to live through since I was always getting yelled at or having corporal punishment used for doing something wrong.

Definitely seeing where the burned secondary energy is coming from, if so many of your formative experiences involved being told that the way you were doing things was wrong. I also see why you might have at least a fascination with the confident, firey, speak-your-truth-and-damn-the-consequences Lion secondary.

(On paper this could be called abusive, and anyone else being subjected to this makes me furious, but I'm not fully comfortable with the label for my situation, even though I know that's inconsistent.)

I understand, and I appreciate that. I also appreciate your carefully articulated position, and it's slanting me in the direction of Bird primary. Even though this is obviously a topic you are very emotional about, all those emotions are arranged within the framework of thought. You're aware of and okay the fact that you feel all kinds of different ways about what happened.

Any secondary model came from my mom, but I don't know about primary. She always says my sister and I are "the most important things in her life." (One of the reasons I don’t want kids is that I don’t think I could ever believe or promise them that.) She ostensibly also hates my father and their divorce was vicious, but she kept working for him until he retired, goes on trips with him to see my sister or me, and pressured me for years to un-estrange him because “after all, he’s family” until I gave in and now pretend to have a relationship just enough to placate them. I don't have any ethical problems doing this, it's just irritating.

That is very, very unusual family dynamic. Have to get my head around that. Your mom may have some very intense Badger going on, especially with the the whole "after all, he's family" thing. That could fit go with a nasty divorce, especially if she thought his presence was a threat to you and your sister. On the other hand, she might just be able to compartmentalize to an insane degree, which would probably point to Bird secondary.

I don't understand this aspect of my mom; I observe it happening, but I don't understand it. It feels kind of sad, in an existential way.

Honestly, I agree.

(Another way my dad sucks is that he played favorites with my sister and I, me being the favorite.

Being the Golden Child sucks just as much as being the Problem Child.

The shitty resulting dynamic is I only "care about" his approval to avoid him creating drama that ripples to everyone around him -- he's gotten better but he has literally started shit when I didn't end emails with "love" -- but my sister actually cares about his approval, and it hurts her.)

Secondary-wise, my mom would always harp on me to "pay attention to the people and things around you," and whenever I tell her about solving problems in Snakeish ways she's like "way to go, [me]!" But she also is meticulously planned and scheduled and organized, and hates surprises and not knowing exactly what will happen. She's the kind of person who gets frustrated in April when I haven’t told her my Thanksgiving itinerary, which, like... I don't want to think that far ahead.

She could be either Prep-work secondary, Bird or Badger. If she's a Bird, "pay attention to the people and things around you," points to a a Rapid-Fire Bird (which can look *very* Snakey.) Or it could be a way of describing Courtier Badger. Being that scheduled is more often a Bird thing... but I could also imagine a Badger manifesting like that, especially if she is so concerned with specifically planning holidays.

Low-stakes/high-stakes problem that felt good: This is a high-stakes problem containing a low-stakes problem. I'm rolling them together because they illustrate both aspects of my problem solving.

Higher stakes: That coding bootcamp required being on Zoom 8 hours every day. But I had 3 roommates (part of why I did it was to not have 3 roommates), and they didn't want me there that much. I can't go to coffee shops because either they're loud, or I will make them loud by talking for 8 hours, thus becoming the problem. Coworking spaces are expensive af. I even consider renting a storage unit but I don't think they have power and wifi. The idea I settle on is sneaking onto a nearby college campus: preferably the CS building, to blend in. I scour the college subreddit for posts about what buildings let students in without ID, then scout them out (this is March, the thing doesn't start until May, I'm just high on must-solve-now energy). After ~15 minutes (lol) of walking through campus I decide I've had enough, seems doable. The day of, I leave early in case I have to give up and go home, but that turned out to be completely pointless because tailgating in is shockingly easy. Like it's scary how easy it is. One day a security officer stopped me but even he eventually let me in after I acted increasingly frazzled and panicked -- not ENTIRELY an act but I definitely was playing it up.

I like this story. And I feel good about saying that it is QUITE snakey: what do I have immediately around me, and how can I use it to get what I want in this moment? Even little details like - you're not bothering to come up with a cover story or borrow/forge someone's ID. If you're caught you'll talk your way out of it. You did a little research, then scoped the place out, then were good to go.

Lower stakes: I usually did classes from an empty auditorium (students weren't supposed to be there but no one checked, and also I'm not a student right?). The whiteboard's eraser stand was a few inches away from the wall, and one day I drop my phone in the gap. Shit. The gap's way too high to reach down. I can't ask anyone for help because I'm already 2 layers deep of being somewhere I'm not supposed to be. The stand screws to the wall, but I don't have a screwdriver because who just carries a screwdriver around? (For whatever reason, going to a hardware store didn't occur to me.) I stare at the thing until I realize: I am literally in the ENGINEERING building. I search various offices, ask people for a screwdriver, but no luck. Then I see a board listing the departments. One floor has a "makerspace," and somehow, its door is wide open (the student lounge is locked down but the room with deadly power tools isn't, ???) I grab 5 sizes of screwdriver, then also grab duct tape and a ruler to fish my phone out in case the screwdrivers don't work, which turned out to be a good idea because they didn't

Sounds to me to me like you just MacGyvered a solution :D

One thing I am picking up on is your subtle critique of the existing rules/systems. Getting in via tailgateing is easier than it should be, talking your way past the guard was too easy. The door with the powertools really should be locked, etc. It's making me (again) think Bird primary for you. You've very tuned into the way things run, and how well designed (or not) that is. There's also just a little bit of Birdy rules-lawyer in "Students aren't allowed in this room, but I'm not a student (because I snuck in.)"

Hard decision-making process…. I don’t know. I don’t experience many decisions as hard. I often know what I want to do right away; the difficult part is doing it.

In the language of this system, that's a Burnt secondary.

Or I know what I should do, am obligated to do, have no choice but to do, etc., though sometimes it feels miserable or wrong, like resignation.

Unfortunately that is what it feels like to have a Burnt secondary - you just use whatever problem-solving strategy you can at random, since they all feel like a chore and it doesn't really matter.

I can feel proud of making certain "right" choices in an abstract self-congratulatory way, but I never like it or really feel good about it. I either act on something immediately or put it off until the decision makes itself, a drop-dead deadline approaches, I get bored/impulsive enough to do it on the spot, or I suddenly swerve my life toward something I like better.

You're definitely an Improvisational secondary. Which is really fine, even though I know it doesn't feel that way all the time when you come from a family of intense Prep-work people. Just keep an eye on that 'wait until the deadline' impulse. It's very, very common for neurodivergent people to use that last-minute stress adrenaline to kind of hack their brain, and it's not sustainable.

I'd wanted to change careers for years but the actual decision to do the bootcamp was an impulse based on ~3 hours' research the day I encountered it.

That can absolutely work though. You *are* working on the problem and mulling it over in your head long term, even if you are (in the words of another snake secondary) "waiting for the opportune moment."

This is all healthy and well-adjusted, and it definitely has never caused any predictable problems! (Did get a job though.)

Hey, if it's stupid and it works, it's not stupid.

My fantasy: To be successful and well-known in my field; to create the kind of art I want to create and have it be respected/influential. To live the life I want, with the aesthetic I want, and the opportunities from others and follow-through from me to achieve that. The details vary based on the field but that's the general template.

I'd say that's a very human fantasy, without too many details that slant me one way or the other, in terms of this system. There's definitely a focus on the community around you and how you relate to it/integrate into it. And that makes me think Bird (the external primary) is more likely than Lion (the internal primary.)

Characters: I relate to characters who are flawed in the same ways I am -- they feel like cautionary tales -- or sometimes via empathizing in a way the story doesn’t (Carlotta from Phantom got done DIRTY).

It's interesting that you respond to characters who the narrative framing doesn't support, because the narrative framing doesn't support them. I guess that does fit with your interest in constructed systems, and if they're useful/functional or not. Which points to Bird.

On that big pop culture character test I always get Hannah from Girls and Gaius Baltar from Battlestar Galactica: harsh, but not wrong.

(I always get Inara from Firefly and Céline from Before Sunrise.)

It's been a second since I've seen Girls or Battlestar Galactica, but I do think that both of those characters are Bird Snakes, which is honestly impressive since Bird Snakes are easily the least common fictional archetype.

Baltar is clever, adaptive, reactive, he pulls from around him. He also bluffs and will *act* like he's an expert when he really isn't. A lot of his internal conflict revolves around extremely Bird primary rationalization - is this situation really his fault? and if it is, what is he morally/rationally supposed to do about it (if anything?) "Voice of *a* generation" Hannah also has this way of getting caught in her own feedback loops when trying to figure herself out. One of my favorite moments is the bit where she loses her purse on the way back from the wedding, and then rides the train all the way to Coney Island, sits on the beach and eats the slice of wedding cake while watching the sun rise. I think that's beautiful, and a very Snake secondary response.

I also gravitate toward a specific archetype: Blanche from A Streetcar Named Desire, Madame Bovary, Violetta from La Traviata. People who desire an impossible thing deeply and unshakably, temporarily achieve it, and are taken down dramatically.

Now that, I'm thinking is a story structure that you like. And/or you're drawn to these tragic great ladies, living most of the way in a fantasy world. It's a good, cathartic archetype.

What makes me feel powerful: I don’t really resonate with that framing. The closest is that feeling like I have no options is the same for me as feeling powerless.

Okay, "not feeling powerless," I'll take it. And we're back to that Burnt secondary again. I'm hoping you'll leave your Snake a little more room to breathe and play, because it seems like you're a pretty capable person. You manage to do the things you want to get done, and you have an excellent awareness of what are good and bad situations, both for you and just in general.

Thank you to anonymous for such an excellent submission. If you'd like a Sorting of your very own, commissions are open on my ko-fi. :D

If you'd like to read more about the system I'm using, my explanation is right here.

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coldbrewghoul · 3 months ago

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Benevolent Justification - Richtofen/Reader One Shot

Richtofen has been stressed for days as trouble with a project evades his ability to solve it. When you take matters (him) into your own hands you learn that your hands might be the first ones to touch him that way besides his own... (灬♥ω♥灬)

The man was stressed, which was usual–your favorite doctor always wore a constant frown to the point that there were deep wrinkles etched between his eyebrows–but this was worse than normal. You’d been helping him out for days now as he futzed with his new teleporter design, cursing under his breath in German, and at this point you weren’t sure when the last time he’d slept was. The last time you brought him food it went cold and ended up in the trash bin. You’d done your best to check his math for him, hand him the tools he asked for, and keep his coffee mug full, but engineering was beyond you and that seemed to be where the fault lay. Something, somewhere in the device, was not functioning like it was supposed to.

“I really think the best thing to do at this point is to take a break from it, work on something else for a while,” you tried to convince him, not so subtly pushing the plate hosting a cream cheese bagel a little closer to him.

“There is nothing else more important than this! I can’t let myself get distracted,” he snapped. You didn’t take it personally. Lately everything he said to everyone, including words of gratitude, came with a heavy dose of anger in the tone.

“Maybe getting distracted is exactly what you need. You’ve been beating your head against this for a while now. Your forehead’s becoming flat,” you teased. He gave you a scathing look before turning back to the blueprints spread across his desk.

You sighed. It was like he was so stressed he couldn’t even think clearly enough to see that you were right. His brain just wasn’t going to be able to function at peak performance if he refused to take care of his emotional and physical state. You leaned your elbow on his desk, sitting in the office chair you’d rolled up to it, and stared at him. If you weren’t so concerned for his health you’d find his appearance adorable - oh what the hell, you still found it adorable. How could you not? He’d showered so the cold water would wake him up and his still damp hair wasn’t coiffed with oil the way it normally was so, despite him constantly pushing it back, strands kept falling over his forehead.

You toyed with the idea of putting sleeping pills in his next cup of coffee, but secretly drugging him seemed like a touch too extreme and you’d hate to lose his trust. He’d allowed you in his lab, allowed you to be with him almost every second of the day, and it was your most treasured privilege. You’d been harboring a crush on him for months now and, while he remained oblivious, you were determined to play the long game until he noticed you and helping him in his lab was a key component to your strategy.

Maybe the long game was the problem here? He’d been playing it with this damn teleporter design and it hadn’t gotten him anywhere. If you thought a drastic change in how he was approaching his problem would help his predicament then maybe a drastic change in your approach could help yours? You considered this as he violently erased a line on his blueprint, ripping the paper and inadvertently teaching you a new German curse word.

Before you could stop yourself, impulse took over and you stood up, grabbing his office chair and rolling it back away from the desk. He went to stand up (probably to scold you for interrupting him) but the shock of you plopping down into his lap, straddling his waist, made him pause. “What are you doing?”

“You need to take a break,” you said firmly, running your hands over his shoulders and gently massaging his upper arms. They were incredibly tense and he stifled a groan of appreciation at your touch, not wanting to encourage you to distract him.

“I need to finish fixing the damn teleporter,” he growled angrily.

“You can’t do that until you relax, reset, and come back to it with a fresh perspective.” Your hands roamed back up to his shoulders and then across his chest. He stiffened a bit as your thumb brushed over his nipples through his shirt and you were secretly thrilled that your boldness had allowed this much contact with him. He wasn’t pushing you off him yet and you wondered if you should have just done this before instead of pining for months.

“I don’t need to step away from it. I’m so close to figuring it out…” He almost moaned the words out as your thumbs pressed a line down his abs and over his waist, finding hard overworked muscles everywhere your hands roamed.

“Are you really?” Your own voice was a husky whisper as your closeness to him did terrible things to you between your legs… he was between your legs… You tried to focus and not think about it too hard. You need to remain focused on your goal: getting the damn man to relax.

“I… no,” he admitted, staring at you through half lidded eyes as your hands moved down to the parts of his thighs you weren’t sitting on, squeezing the muscles there and pushing the tension out, your thumbs pressing into his inner thighs and brushing up against his manhood. He practically jumped in his skin, startled, and his whole face flushed red. Ugh, he was just too cute. How can any man be this cute?

“Then let me help you relax…your teleporter isn’t going anywhere.” You crooned seductively, repeating the hand motion but this time purposefully running your thumb along his length.

“Well, that’s kind of the problem with it…” His breathing had become slightly laboured from your attention. The next time your thumb ran along his length he was getting hard, just starting to press up against his trousers. He became even more flustered, looking down at what your hands were doing. “Ah… fräulein, you are… your thumb… my…”

“Don’t worry, Edward, I have a basic understanding of the male anatomy,” you teased, palming his cock through his pants and being rewarded with his head falling back as the pleasure hit him. His knuckles were white as he gripped the office chair arm rests.

“You… ahhhh…”

You kept up the friction until he was rock hard, eyes widening a bit at how big he felt, and then began to unbuckle his belt. His head snapped forward, the pause in the pleasure making him regain his senses and realize what was going on. You didn’t let him get too much brain power back, immediately pressing your lips to his so you could finish undoing his pants without him finding some reason to protest him getting some much needed attention. Suddenly, his hands grabbed you, gripping your ribs and pulling you close to him as he groaned into the kiss. You took that as a sign that all systems were clear for take off, and plunged your hand into his now opened trousers, grasping him without the cloth in the way.

Oh, he was a moaner. You loved it. He was practically bruising your lips with his eager kisses and you had to wonder if he’d been harboring his own little crush from how passionately he ran his tongue across your upper lip, begging for entry. You were happy to give it to him, parting your lips so your tongue could dance with his. Between the kissing and your hand he could barely breathe; he had to break the kiss eventually, panting. “Gott… that was… so much better… than I imagined…”

Ah, so he had been pining for her. You cursed yourself for waiting so long to make the first move. Kissing his neck, you shoved his pants and drawers out of your way further to gain more access. You needed more of him, needed him to feel more of you… Wiggling out of his grasp you slipped off his lap to kneel on the floor, pushing his knees aside so you could grasp his cock and run your tongue from base to tip. It was quite the specimen of manhood, long and girthy with thick veins and a slight curve up and to the left. You needed to feel it inside you.

“Fick!” He moaned, giving you a look that could be best described as horny surprise. You almost giggled at his shock; it was like the man had never gotten a blowjob before. You didn’t give him any time to recover before you took the tip of him in your mouth, sucking on it and swirling your tongue across his ridge and glans. The hand he placed softly on your head was trembling and his ears were burning bright red and… This cannot be his first blowjob, right? No way… You mentally shook the ridiculous thought from your head.

When you slid your lips down to take more of him into your mouth his hips bucked, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “Scheiße, es tut mir Leid… Bitte…Bitte hör nicht auf… d-don’t stop… please…” He was practically whimpering as you sucked back up his length, his fingers curling in your hair to grab a fistful. Eagerly, you began to bob your head over his lap, sucking and licking him up. His whole body was shaking, his head tossed back as he attempted to watch you through half-lidded eyes, his mouth parted as he panted. “Ah… your tongue… Du fühlst dich so gut… so gut…”

You were almost a little disappointed with how quickly his orgasm came, his hips slamming up suddenly as his grip on your hair became pleasantly painful. You were having so much fun… “Es tut mir L-leid… bitte… es tut…I’m so sorry!” He cried out as he pumped his cock into your mouth, shooting his load into the back of your throat. Caught by surprise, it made you cough, but you didn’t mind how rough he’d become with you despite him making you gag–you liked it that way. When he finished coming his whole body relaxed as a sigh left his lips. You tenderly sucked and licked his cock, eliciting little whimpers and twitches from him while he caught his breath.

When he was finished riding the high of his orgasm, you wiped the drool and any cum you missed off your chin. The way he was looking at you–like you were the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen–made you practically buzz with happiness. “I’m so sorry…” He said in a horrified whisper. “I should not have… you just felt so good… the way I grabbed you… Please forgive me…”

“It was fine, Edward, really,” you stifled a laugh, smiling at him. “I enjoyed it, actually. There’s something quite erotic about getting fucked in the face like that, don’t you think?”

Oh, the man’s poor blood cells were going to get whiplash. You were pretty sure all the blood from his dick just rushed to his face as he turned cherry red. “I…quite enjoyed it…” he murmured, embarrassed. “I… can I do something… for you?”

“Yes,” you said, carefully zipping his trousers back up and planting one final kiss on his knee as you looked up at him. “Go take a nap.”

“I… a nap?”

“Yes. The bruises under your eyes are starting to become permanent. I want you to go get some rest,” you insisted, standing up. Honestly, he looked even more tired now that you’d drained him of what was a pretty substantial load of cum.

“I supposed I have been neglecting my rest,” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair to push back the loose strands that kept falling. “I am quite tired… but are you sure? I’d like to… erm, pay back the favor.”

You leaned in close to him, a grin on your face. “Doctor?”

“J-ja?”

“Go rest!”

You moved away and pointed to the door out of the lab. He got up, fixing his belt and taking a hesitant step towards the door. You raised your eyebrows and thrust your chin in the direction of the door, making your decision clear. His lips quirked up from how forceful you were being with him and he dutifully went to the door, opening it and… he paused, looking back. “Perhaps… you should join me? Make sure I rest?”

Hm, not a bad idea. “Perhaps I should…”

“If you don’t… I do have a desk in my room, you know…” He trailed off, the implications clear.

“Fine,” you laughed, walking up and pushing him out the door. “But you really are getting in that bed to sleep!”

“I can think of some much better t-things we could do in my bed, but if you insist…”

“I do, in fact, insist.”

He hesitated, biting his lip, before tentatively reaching out to take your hand and lead you to his bedroom. He looked so… nervous. It was positively adorable. He opened the door for you and you saw his room for the first time. It was rather plain: a bed, desk, chair and piles of organized books and rolled up blueprints. Almost awkwardly, he sat you down on his bed and began undressing himself. A little mesmerized by the skin he was unveiling to you, you sat there staring. Your eyes took in the wide muscular shoulders, the narrow waist, the dark hair that spread across his chest and the smaller line of hair that led into his boxers… You were a little disappointed when he left those on, but assured yourself it was probably in the best interests of his sleep that he did. “Can I help you undress?” He interrupted your musings with an almost pleading whisper.

“Yes.” It was your turn to blush a bit as you stood up and let him pull your shirt gently over your head. He placed it to the side and knelt down in front of you, admiring every inch of skin on the way. He was already short of breath again as he tentatively unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans. “We’re here to sleep,” you warned him, “so don’t get any ideas.”

“Of course,” he murmured, sliding your pants down your legs slowly, a small groan escaping him at the sight of your panties. You didn’t know a guy could look so desperately at plain white cotton underwear, but here he was, tenting his boxers and licking his lips. He looked up at you, his eyes bright with need. “Can I just kiss you once? I promise we’ll sleep, I just…”

“Yes, please,” you whispered, trying to keep the lust out of your tone so he wouldn’t realize how ready you were to make his sleep deprivation worse. He let you step out of the jeans before placing his hands on your hips and leaning forward, pressing his lips sensually against the skin of your inner thigh, emitting a low moan and sighing when he eventually pulled away.

“I’ve wanted you in my bed for a while now,” he confessed, standing up. “I just wasn’t sure that you would want me the same way I wanted you.”

“How did you want me?” You were trembling, breathless. He was caressing your face now, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You could easily get lost in the sensation of his fingertips on your skin. It was heady, overwhelming.

“Everywhere, all the time. I miss you when you aren’t working in the lab with me. I think about you when I’m falling asleep, wondering what you would feel like in my arms…” His breath was brushing against your lips as he leaned in, kissing you softly.

“That’s how I’ve been wanting you,” you whispered between kisses, your fingers tracing up his chest and– “Wait! No! I’m supposed to be making you sleep.” You glared at him for distracting you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, a bit huskily. He pulled back the blanket and obediently got into bed, patting the space next to him while looking like an eager kid. You crawled in next to him, still sitting up.

“I shouldn’t sleep with my bra on. It’s not good for–”

“Please let me take it off,” he interrupted, stopping your hands from reaching back behind you as he bolted upright. He swallowed. “I’ll behave. I promise. I’ll be very good…please let me…”

“This seems like dangerous waters for your prospects of sleep…”

“No, I’ll control myself. I can control myself. I swear,” he begged, his eyes wide and his eyebrows lifting up in the middle as he gave you the most desperate face. Well how could you say no to that?

“Okay…If you promise to be good and go to sleep afterwards.”

He nodded quickly, reaching behind you and taking a moment to figure out the clasp. When it was loose you let him slide the straps down your shoulders, the cups of the bra lowering and revealing your breasts to him. His hand twitched towards them as he stared, but he kept his promise, taking a deep breath and looking up at the ceiling for a moment before removing the garment the rest of the way and tossing it to join the rest of your clothes. It was almost too entertaining how much he was marveling at the whole experience. Certainly at his age he must have taken a girl's bra off before, but here he was acting like he’d never done it…Jeez. “Thank you,” he whispered, pulling you against him as he laid down.

You nuzzled into his chest and realized you could hear and feel his heartbeat – it was racing. “I’m worried my being here is going to make it harder for you to sleep.”

“I’ll sleep,” he said firmly, before softening. “Please stay…”

You stroked your fingers over his chest, avoiding his nipples so as to not excite him. Instead you ran your fingers through the patch of chest hair and over his skin, hoping to relax him with your soft touch. You guessed about thirty minutes of caressing him passed, your arm aching though you refused to stop, until his breathing and heart rate fully settled. Not too much longer you heard light snores and was able to rest your arm across him and close your own eyes…

—

It had been three days since that fateful evening you’d sat on his lap and did, well, other things with him. Since then he’d asked you to his bed every night to hold you in his arms, intertwined his fingers with yours when walking together, and instigated a few shy kisses, but that was it. It was like he was too afraid or unsure how to ask for more. You didn’t want to push sex if this was what he wanted, but… the way he’d acted the first time made you sure he was just as lusty as you. You frowned at him from your desk, ignoring your own project, to watch him bent over the piece of his teleporter. He hummed in satisfaction as he cleaned some oil off it and adjusted the tightness of a screw. He was doing a lot better now that he’d gotten rest - he’d figured out the problem and was now fine tuning it.

This was a man who was well into his thirties and yet he was acting like a highschool sweetheart from a 50s movie, his adoration pure and almost too chaste, too respectful. The only time you’d gotten lustful passion from him was when he couldn’t help himself any longer with your lips around his cock. A lightbulb going off in your head, you stood up quickly enough your office chair went rolling back a few feet, drawing his attention. He frowned at you. “Are you alright?”

Ignoring his question you stomped over to him, pulling his chair back, but unlike last time you didn’t waste any time pushing between his legs and grabbing his belt. He was frozen in shock for long enough for you to get his trousers opened and pull them down. By the time he registered what was happening your tongue was on his cock. “Fick,” he whispered, “ahh…but I–” You cut him off by reaching a finger up and pressing it to his lips to shush him, his mustache tickling your fingertip. When you drew your hand back he remained quiet.

You licked and kissed him until he was hard (which didn’t take long), and his hand came to rest on your head, stroking your hair. “You’re so good at this… too gut,” he murmured, gasping when you took him into your mouth. You kept it sensual until his cock was throbbing and twitching in your mouth, then you picked up the pace. He rewarded you with the most delicious sounds, whiny and desperate. “Ohhh… mein Gott,” he moaned, his hand fisting your hair as if clinging to you for dear life. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheekbone as he watched his cock disappear and reappear from your mouth, transfixed. “Bitte…ja…ohhh, ja…lutsche meinen Schwanz. Es fühlt sich so gut an…”

You adored how he seemed to forget you didn’t speak a lick of German whenever you flustered him this way, but you assumed the jist of it was encouragement to keep going. His hands were practically shaking with the willpower it was taking him not to push you down onto him, but your goal to see him lose control. Bracing yourself you pushed down, forcing him into your throat. He cried out in pleasure, the tightness of your throat squeezing him as you gagged around his girth.

That was it for him, he was lost in the pleasure, yanking your hair up by your hair to force you down again, blabbering more incoherent German in a breathy voice. “Bitte verzeihen Sie mir... Ich kann mich nicht beherrschen! Du gibst mir ein so gutes Gefühl…” He whined. Sure, Edward, whatever that meant.

The roughness with which he began to fuck your throat had you soaked between your legs and you moaned between gags as he hit the back of your throat, the vibration only encouraging his thrusting. His hips were lifting out of the chair now as he pounded into you wildly, having to remove the hand from your cheek to grip the chair’s armrest to keep it from rolling out from under him in his frenzy. “Bitte... ich bin so nah... bitte vergib mir... ich werde…so close!”

You were glad he added those last two words in English so you had a warning before your mouth filled with cum. You swallowed hastily so it didn’t make you cough this time, sucking every last drop out of him as he fell back into the chair, twitching from the overstimulation. “Bitte hör auf! Nein, hör nicht auf..ahhh…” You had a bit of fun watching him pant, his hand gripping and letting go of your hair a few times, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to stop or keep going. When his whine turned into a pathetic keen you finally showed him mercy, slowing down and softening your sucking. He was gasping when you finally sat back on your heels.

After taking a moment to compose himself, h surprised you by lunging forward, crushing your lips and accidentally pushing you backwards. “Ah, Scheiße…” he cursed, quickly getting his hand in between your head and the hardwood floor. Your breath left you in huff when your back hit the ground, but you quickly drew a breath in and clutched his collar, yanking him back to your lips. You wanted him to ravage you, lose his carefully maintained control and absolutely consume you. You couldn’t let him lose his steam over a potential head injury.

Thankfully, you pulling him in seemed to keep him in the moment and he was back to covering you with hungry kisses, his tongue slipping between your lips and exploring the taste of him left on your tongue. His hands pushed under your shirt, his fingernails scraping your skin as he groped flesh on the way to your breasts. He squeezed them almost too hard, making you cry out in delicious pain as his kisses roamed across your cheek to your neck. He bit down just under your ear and you grabbed his hair, keeping his head pinned there so he would keep going as you moaned. “Es tut mir Leid. Ich will dich so sehr.”

His hands left your breasts to shift to a lower goal, his fingers fumbling to undo the jeans since he couldn’t see what he was doing. Growling in frustration, he pulled away from your neck. “Ich brauche dich nackt, jetzt!” His voice was so hoarse… You looked at him in confusion as he seemed to stare at you expectantly. “Ah… naked,” he croaked out, realizing his mistake. You nodded eagerly, pulling your dishevelled shirt over your head while he slipped your pants and panties off you and tossed them haphazardly out of his way. He descended upon you as you struggled with your bra, shoving it up and out of his way as he brought his lips to your nipple to suck and bite, his thumb rolling and rubbing the other nipple in mimicking movements to his mouth. You yanked the bra the rest of the way over your head, throwing it off to the side so you could run your fingers through his hair while he played with your breasts.

Your moans mixed in the air with his lusty groans. When his hand finally trailed down between your legs you gasped. “Yes… Oh, please,” you pleaded. You wanted to feel his fingers against you, inside you now! But he was slow, feeling his way around and exploring your anatomy. God, why was he taking his sweet time? Didn’t he know how badly you needed him? You thrust your hips up, a silent demand for him to go faster. He seemed to understand because he pulled away from your breasts to look in your eyes. “Ich brauche deine Geduld, meine Liebe… ah, patience. I’ve never done this before…”

Oh, god. Suddenly everything made sense… the hesitation, the shyness, the shock… this man was a fucking virgin. Your eyes were wide as you whispered: “Never?” He shook his head, his cheeks burning. “Nothing?” He looked ashamed as he spoke: “Nothing with… another person.”

“Oh… well…you’re doing great,” you whispered, swallowing down your own embarrassment for how you’d attacked him the first time. Before things got too awkward you pressed your lips to him to keep the heat between you going, forcing yourself to give him time to slip his hands through your wet folds to acquaint himself with your cunt. He was attentive, listening for your moans, as he figured out how to rub your clit to make you squirm with pleasure. “Yes, yes and… I need you inside me…” You whined, trying to direct him while he essentially edged you.

He kissed down your body to get a better look at what he was working with, carefully slipping his middle finger into you while trying to keep the movement of his thumb on your clit. You nodded, crying out. “Yes! More…ohhhh.”

He slowly added his ring finger, looking down at what he was doing with pure awe on his face. “This is so hot…” he whispered, “You’re so hot.”

Your back arched, pressing his fingers into you as he hit the spot you liked. “There!”

Understanding, he moved his fingers in and out, aiming for that spot. He brought his mouth down to use his tongue instead of his thumb, groaning into your pussy. “Du schmeckst–You taste amazing.”

“Ahh… Edward!” You screamed out his name as he sucked on your clit hard while thrusting his fingers in harder, sending you over the edge. You clenched around his fingers, your hips lifting up and bucking into his face, but he was relentless–continuing to finger fuck you and eat you out until a second orgasm quickly rushed after the first one. “Edward,” you gasped after the second wave shook you, “Please… too much… it’s too… much…”

You panted, attempting to catch your breath as he slowed down reluctantly. He leaned back over you to plant soft kisses all over your face until your breathing calmed and he could kiss your lips without suffocating you. You returned his kiss hungrily, the taste of both of you mixing in your mouths. You could feel his cock was hard again, pressing against your leg, and you reached down to stroke him, angling him to your entrance. He froze. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, biting your lip hopefully.

“Ah…but, a rubber…” He looked around the room with a frown.

“Right…Well, I’m on… you know… I take hormones…” you mumbled, embarrassed, but appreciating his concern.

“Oh.” Was he going to faint from how much blood kept rushing between his heads? Once again his cheeks turned beet red. “That’s… yes, that works.”

“Edward, please…” you whined, needy. “Please fuck me… I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Not as long as I’ve wanted you,” he breathed, almost inaudibly quiet. You would have argued the point had he not started sliding into you, stretching you around him as his eyes squeezed shut and his head fell back. “Fick… you feel so good… so tight…”

God, he was big. Almost too big. He filled you plus some and you were a bit dazed by the time he stopped pressing forward. His thumb was tracing over your hip bones while his fingers dug into your flesh.

“Am I… hurting you?” He asked, every word dripped with worry.

“Yes, but… it’s a good hurt. Don’t worry. Don’t stop,” you ordered, shifting your hips to press him further into you. He moaned, his cock twitching inside you. “Please start moving… please fuck me…”

He needed no more encouragement than that to start slowly pushing in and out of you, gasping and letting out little ohs and ahs as the sensation made his eyes roll back. “I didn’t know it would be… it’s so different. You feel so good…”

You whimpered as his slow pace drove you crazy. This time, when you thrust up to gain more friction it was like you’d broken him. He grunted, losing all control over his hips and beginning to thrust into you almost violently, using his grip on your hips to force himself in you as deep as he could go. You cried out and it was if he remembered your lips existed from the noise that escaped them–he fell down on top of you like he was a magnet pulled to your opposite force to kiss you while rutting into you. Just as suddenly as he started he stopped, gritting his teeth. “Edward?”

“I… it’s too good,” he forced out, trying to breathe and control himself.

Ah, he was already close to orgasming. Trying to hide a smile, you swallowed down a giggle. “It’s okay… just enjoy me.”

“I… may not last much longer…” He confessed, flustered.

You grabbed his hips and pushed him against you. “Edward, just fuck me now!”

He hesitated for a moment longer before the fiery lust returned to his eyes and he returned to kissing you, slamming his hips into your desperately. You clung to him, your fingernails digging into his back as he rutted mindlessly into you with his cock while his tongue invaded every centimeter of your mouth. He was so ardent, whispering constant praise about how good you felt, how beautiful you were, that he had you on the edge pretty quickly despite his concerns. You moaned against his mouth as your pleasure built up inside you, threatening to shake your body.

He moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as your walls clenched around him. “Fick…so tight… gut…” A little cry escaped his lips and you felt him fill you with hot cum as you came around him. He thrust a couple more times, shuddering as his second orgasm of the day ebbed. “Ich liebe dich..I love you…”

Emotion choked you and you stroked his face adoringly for a second before you could respond. “Edward, I… I love you too. God, I love you so much,” you breathed, joining your lips together for a kiss. You didn’t miss his small sigh of relief at your words. Just too fucking adorable.

—

That was over a month ago and now? Jesus, you barely got any sleep. The man was relentless; if he wasn’t working, he was fucking you. You didn’t know how he managed it. And the worst part? The man had driven you wild so many times in bed, had you screaming his name to the heavens nightly, that now the bastard was cocky. Was his newfound confidence in his sexual prowess sexy as all get out? Hell yes, and that was the damn problem. He knew how to make you wet and begging for him with a single word or a gesture. It was fucking embarrassing. Who had taken who’s virginity, dammit?

You walked into the lab and placed the second mug of coffee you were carrying on his desk, kissing the top of his head and running your hand across his shoulders as you walked to your own desk and set your coffee down. He shifted away from his desk, holding his fresh mug coffee as he turned the chair towards you, knees relaxed and spread out. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You raised an eyebrow back at him.

“Come here,” he said with a devious smirk, patting his upper thigh with one hand. You were happily between his legs, pulling his trousers down and taking him into your mouth in seconds while he sipped his coffee happily.

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