#(oh well!)

He ignores your words, pressing the towel further, cleaning the lingering blood. He keeps your legs spread wide, bracketing his hips where he’d sat you on the counter in your nearly empty coffee shop.

“Clearly it’s not fine. It’s still bleeding.” He grips your jaw more firmly “now be a good girl and sit still for me.”

With a huff, you settle onto the counter again and let him clean your busted lip.

“I still don’t understand how someone accidentally smacks themselves with a microwave door.”

“The door stuck.” You nearly whine for the fourth time.

“This wouldn’t happen if you’d just…” he trails off, not wanting to rehash this conversation here. Not now where anyone could hear.

He’s looking at your lip, you’re looking at his eyes.

All you can see is his striking blue eyes, calling you home like the water does a sailor. And all he can see is the crimson blood that he’s becoming more terrified of seeing you covered in day by day.

“You get hurt a lot.” He mutters, wiping your lip again, even though the blood has clotted. “You get hurt. And I can’t always be here to save you.”

“What does that mean?” You pull away from the touch.

“I can’t save you from yourself forever. Not unless you let me.” He finally spits.

With a mean shove, he stumbles back. “I don’t need your help, Park.”

The air is thick with anger and frustration and something else neither one of you want to name.

“You’re not my savior-“ you push

“I forgot. My apologies, little miss independent. You’ve got your whole life figured out living in a shoebox, working for some shithole coffee shop-“ he slams a hand on the counter, watching you as your head tilts to the side and eyes narrow.

“If it’s such a shithole, don’t come back.”

He rushed closer, grabbing you by the shoulders. “I am giving you a beter life- and easy life on a silver fucking platter!”

“Fuck off, park!” You shout,shoving him back and out from behind the counter. “I don’t need your easy life. I lived before you, I’ll live after you!”

This was so much fun! Perfectly lined up with my beach trip too, so I got to do irl studies!

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Ghost hunger Variation - Ive been watching Food challenges so this is basically inspired by it

Danny has been starving. It wasn’t something that was sudden.. no, it was gradual.

Two plates instead of one, sneaking snack in between walks and classes, and then it became worse; Hunger constantly plague his mind, day night. Two plates now became four and sometimes more.

Now, Danny should have been more concerned, but after checking up with Frostbite and found nothing to worry… ‘Its probably just you growing’ says he, Danny just goes a long with it and went ‘Its been weirder’

Danny has another dilemma,

His money is running low with the amount of food he’s been eating. Though his parents helped him with some of the funds… he still feels kind of guilty. He was bassist eating a whole village worth… so he did the next best thing after he saw a challenge sign one night after a late night class.

Food challenges.

Especially those who gave him more vouchers after he finished the challenge.

Its not really something he could live off of, but it certainly helps a lot when he had those days where the hunger just becomes unbearable.

It was Tuckers idea that he should start filming his challenges for additional poket money.

i'd say to pay for a tohunga tā moko (moko artist) for a design if you literally cannot keep your hands off of it but in reality? please don't. you still have to draw the moko every single time and you are gonna mess it up. ESPECIALLY FACE MOKO. THOSE ARE SO SACRED STOP DRAWING THEM

i have a set design for my character's moko that i essentially take hours setting up to trace every time i draw ia and even my character having tā moko is iffy culturally as a tohunga tā moko didn't create it! it's one thing to simply create kōwhaiwhai, it's another altogether to depict tā moko. i plan to pay a moko artist to design moko for my oc eventually as well.

just, don't please? it's contentious and you are going to mess it up and look stupid at best.

when will finally meets sidney crosby, it’s nothing like he could have ever imagined, in his deepest dreams, nor his worsts nightmares.

it’s a few weeks after the olympics and sidney heard that the sharks had a day off in pitts due to a cancelled layover, so he calls mack (because mack has sidney fucking crosby’s number and they talk regularly) to invite them, yes, the both of them, for dinner at his place. because ever since he and mack shared a room at the olympics and sid had been privy to one of their phone calls, and then decided to call evgeni fucking maklin, out of all people, and talk to him the way you only do a lover, right in front of mack, sid knew about them. or well, they knew about each other. will is still wrapping his mind around the sidgeno of it all. the league would freak if they knew.

so he sits down at the nice dining table in sidney fucking crosby’s house, eating the nice meal evgeni fucking maklin prepared for them, and listens to sid and mack talk hockey while chattering to geno about russian desserts.

and it’s all going very nice and well, until it’s nearing the end of the night and he’s cleaning up the kitchen with sid, hiding the urge to simultaneously start crying out of fear and burst out laughing as he listens to sidney fucking crosby, out of all people, going on about the amount of care and preparation that goes into anal sex, face stern and eyes burning through will’s being.

how he’d known will was the one doing the fucking was a question he’d never dare ask.

“do you understand?” sidney asks, eyes tracking every minute shift of will’s features as he meticulously dries a plate. “you need to be really careful with mack, especially the first time.”

and as he hears that, will has to clamp his lips shut tightly in order to contain the disbelieved laughter that urges to come out of his throat.

but sid is still droning on, seemingly unknowing to the fact that will has had mack in positions that most people wouldn’t even dare to imagine, and that his record for the amount of time he’s made mack come in one night is currently at 6 and a half. it would have been 7, if mack hadn’t passed out before it could happen.

“….listen to his body, and don’t ever rush the prep, even if you don’t have much time or one of you is too impatient. otherwise it could result in a lot of soreness or pain for him, or even worse, a tear. and that’s really painful.“ sid shakes his head disapprovingly as he talks, his eyebrows twisting in a grimace, and will wants to die, because by the look on sidney’s face, he’s probably remembering an instance where it happened to him. or maybe to geno, but will doesn’t think geno would bottom, and sid’s ass isn’t world-level famous for no reason, after all.

he desperately tries to push those images out of his mind.

thankfully, or maybe unfortunately, sid’s voice pulls him back to the present. will realises he’s been drying the same fork since the beginning of the conversation. “it’s very important, will. and if i ever hear anything from mack about you doing your job wrong, or see him walking around with too bad of a limp, you’ll be hearing from me-“

will is saved by the fucking gong, in the form of mack and geno entering the kitchen. by the look on their faces, they both heard the vague threat that’s just come out of sidney’s mouth.

“oh my god” mack mutters, horrified, as his face blooms scarlet in embarrassment.

“sid, stop scaring the kid.” geno reprimands, his tone fond and amused as he makes his way to sidney, placing a hand on the curve of his waist.

sid visibly leans into it, but his eyes stay fixated on will, who wants nothing more than for the ground to open up beneath his feet and swallow him whole.

“i just want to make sure will understand how important it is. and the repercussions it could have if he doesn’t-“

will and mack both watch with wide eyes as geno shushes him, placing a giant hand on the back of his neck as he says something too quietly for them to understand. sid rolls his eyes, sighing, but lets the conversation drift off anyway.

the entire thing seems to be forgotten, until it’s time to say goodbye and sid pulls will in an unexpected embrace. he immediately understands what it’s all about when sid squeezes his shoulder just a little too tightly for it to pass off as nothing.

“you’re a really good kid, will, the both of you are. and i hope you’ll keep in mind everything i’ve told you tonight.” sidney whispers in his ear, voice seemingly fond despite the vague threat will knows is hiding behind his words.

will whispers his affirmative, desperately trying to keep his voice from wavering, wether in terror or laughter, he’s not sure. when they pull away from each other, sidney takes a second to unnervingly stare at will’s face, before apparently being satisfied with what he sees, and nodding.

he recounts the entire conversation to mack on the drive back to the hotel, who laughs so much that tears are rolling down his face, and teases him for weeks about it.