#everytime I open the photos app I see them and lose it

[muscle-worlds-stories]

Hey everyone! This story is a part of @agmsye Chroniweek. I had a great time writing this story and was glad to have the pictures I'm using here. I hope you all like it!

Chroniweek: Carson's Big Upgrade

"I'm sorry Carson but I think you should try joining the chess club, that seems more in your lane"

Carson really wanted to join the powerlifting club at his school, but the coach kept telling him that he was "too frail" for it. Despite Carson being a twig, he really wanted to bulk up and show everyone that even he could become one of the big jocks on campus too. The only problem with his plan was that his metabolism was insane! Everytime he tried to gain weight his body just burned everything up and he could barely show the slight muscle that he already had.

Carson went to the internet to see what else he could do. As he browsed the web, an ad popped up on the side of the website he was currently on. The ad said something about a program that could help him manually enter body changes. It was this thing called a "Chronivac". Carson clicked on the ad and it sent him to another website. As Carson's computer was loading, his phone buzzed. The notification that popped up said "Chronivac successfully downloaded". What the hell, he didn't download this. The app opened up and asked permission to use the camera. Carson didn't really have anything to lose so he decided to go with the app and see what would happen. He accepted all the terms for the app and the app went to its main interface. The app showed pop ups of how to work the app. The first step was to upload a photo that specifically had to be shirtless to have the highest accuracy. Step 2 was to just add characteristics to the body and then submit the changes for them to be applied.

Carson took his shirt off and opened his camera. He snapped a photo of himself and looked at it.

Dang wasn't he skinny, with long slender fingers, thin arms and a flat chest. Hopefully this app will actually do something and not just photoshop his head on a picture from Google. Carson uploaded his picture and a text box appeared with instructions on how to add the characteristics. Carson thought deeply, he wanted to create a version of himself that would be absolutely perfect.

Carson assessed what he wanted. He clearly wanted to show the coach that he could clearly be a part of the powerlifting team, even be the MVP. Carson put on his glasses and went to the teams social media page. He wanted to study the current members and see what key qualities they all had to give all to himself.

There were 3 guys that were on the team he really admired. There was William, who was known to have nice broad shoulders. Carson typed in the Chronivac "Large Broad Shoulders" into the Chronivac. The next guy Carson saw on the feed was Aaron. Aaron was a short guy, but he was built like a tank and could bench a nice 400lbs. Carson wanted to have be stronger than Aaron, to dominate in the team. He typed in "As Strong as 10 Aarons" Damn Carson could already envision what he would look like, but he had one more guy to look at. Drake was the last person on the feed, and Drake was the perfect package. Drake was well over 6ft tall, a nice firm muscular frame, and from very reliable sources, a massive dong. Carson's little baby carrot perked up by the thought of having a big dick. Carson typed into the Chronivac "Exactly 6ft 7 inches tall, nice big pecs, big biceps, a strong 6 pack, a 7" soft 10" hard dick". Carson reviewed everything he typed in and felt great about it all.

Carson submitted his now complete Chronivac profile and watched the site load. Carson stared at the dark screen with the long bar load green very slowly. As the loading screen got to 10%, Carson felt a sharp headache out of nowhere. Carson screamed as the pain began to increase. He felt his lower spine crack up higher and higher. Carson's vision began to cloud as he saw his desk was getting farther and farther away from his line of sight. A few moments later, Carson's vision cleared. He looked down and got a sharp sense of vertigo with his body now a foot taller. Carson rose from his chair and looked down at his now stretched out body. His arms were now looking more monkey like with then now an arm stretch away to the ceiling fan. Carson took his first steps with his now elongated legs and stumbled a bit but got used to the now delayed foot work. He checked his computer and saw that the loading bar went up — 25%.

Carson felt another sharp pain but in his chest. Carson felt a burning sensation all over his body. He screamed as his shoulders stretched outward and his entire torso followed suit. The pain was so much to bear, but it finally subsided after 5 minutes of his body stretching like putty. Carson took deep breaths, his body was now stretched out as if he was a flattened out balloon. His chest was still flat but it angled down to a flat stomach and his tiny buldge sticking out like a sore thumb. He checked the computer again — 50% completion

Carson smirked, it looked like he was really gonna become the best of the best like he wrote down in the Chronivac. The same sense of heat returned and Carson embraced it. His screams of pain turned into ones of power, as he felt his body start to grow yet again. He felt his arms pump up, with his veins begin to thicken and travel up his arms. Carson flexed his biceps as he saw them inflate to phenomenal proportions. His biceps had high peaks and nice big triceps. His thick veins were pumped showing its vasculinity. Carson pounded his chest, and with each pound, his pecs began to form and grow out with his nipples going out at opposite angles. Carson could barely see his feet with his now large pecks. He then felt small squares pop out of his stomach. Each individual ab was like a brick and had deep crevices. Carson's back began to stretch out even more with muscle, that made Carson look even bigger than anyone next to him. Carson felt his face begin to shift. His jaw sharpened and his chin squared off. Carson now looked as gorgeous as any male model with the body of Hercules himself. His legs thickened into tree trunks, with his quads popping out through the pants that he barely noticed were conforming to his now thick muscular legs. The erotic pain Carson had subsided, and he now was able to actually see who he had become. He looked at his phenomenal body and felt his big juicy pecs. He then looked at the computer once again — 95% Completion.

Carson smirked, knowing the last piece of his transformation puzzle was about to become reality. He took off his pants and saw in his tight underwear his small pecker begin to snake to the side of his massive thigh. Carson groaned as his dick got longer and longer. As it reached its final length, his computer dinged. Carson put his pants back on and looked at it — 100% Completion. Enjoy your new body and life.

Carson smiled, and then checked his phone. While he went through his physical transformation, it seems as though his life has changed to adapt to this new person he has become. He had texts from his coach about talking to the Powerlifting team about the next competition and practice dates. He looked around his room to see posters and trophies that were not there before. Carson was amazed, he was now the person he always knew he was supposed to be. Carson looked at himself in the mirror, he needed to get back to the gym and get ready for next weeks meet.

#chronivac #chroniweek #muscle transformation #musclegrowth #nerdtojock #tf #muscle #height growth

[softkuna]

playlist

›  𝚋𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘

› 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢. 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

›  𝟸𝟷𝟿𝟻𝚔

You had a shit day. You got pegged in the face with a volleyball so hard, you could practically taste the concussion as you sprawled backwards. Luckily, the medic ok’d you to keep playing. Unluckily, the whole ordeal happened right in front of a pro team’s scouting manager. The embarrassment alone made you want to hide under a rock until next season. To make it all sting just a little bit more, Bokuto and Kuroo had their own games to attend, so it wasn’t like you could curl up in Kuroo’s dorm like you might’ve before. Bokuto was only in town for a few days, too, and you were certain he’d be practicing or playing the whole weekend. So instead, you sigh as you walk onto the train by campus, shooting a text to the tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum.

🗨️We lost :( I think I broke my nose. And my careeeeeeer

  Bokuto’s fingers rapid-fire replied, followed my Kuroo’s more casual pace.

  🗯️BROKEN NOSE?!! ARE YOU OK???

🗯️Wait how did u lose? Aren’t they good luck????

💬That’s a broken leg, bruh.

💬Sorry babe. You’re not concussed, though, right?

🗨️I’m fine ^^” just pulled a hina

🗯️Hows a broken leg good luck? U cant play on that THAT SHIT HURTS 😱 😱

🗨️👀 👀 👀

🗨️Bo pls

  As you sat on the train, you quietly snorted to yourself. Bokuto was an amazing player and an even better boyfriend, but sometimes you thought his muscles squeezed out a braincell or two.

💬Saw the clip on twitter. hows your face? I’m sure its still hot

  You scoffed with a roll of your eyes. Kuroo, flirtatious as always, but your reflexive smile matched the tone of your text.

🗨️If hot = busted, then sure 🙄

🗯️HEY UR HOT 😘 😘 SHUDDUP

  By the way their texts disjointedly pieced together before coming to a halt, you knew their matches started. You locked your screen with a sigh. Whether it was the ace’s ADHD-induced impulse thoughts or the blocker’s humorously blunt honesty, the two had always managed to spike your spirits high and block the anxieties that crept over the net. Without their distractions, the day replayed in 4K across the theater of your mind. Back slumped against the seat, you could feel the heaviness of it drag you down to the ocean floor.

  But now here you were, walking to your apartment with no reprieve from the disappointment. Rather than doing your adult responsibilities like clean, cook, or generally care past a shower, you slept. It was a deep, blank sleep. The type where you know you’d wake up feeling that eerie calm in the dead of night.

    Brightness blared next to your pillow – invading your vision as it violently vibrated against your hand. A loud ring attacked your half-concious hearing, jolting your heart like a jumpstarted engine. Quick reflexes enacted before you could stop the near Olympic vault of your phone into the wall across the bed.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me… who the hell….” You tear the blankets off, shivering at the cold as you pick the device back up. Thank your lord and savior, Asahi, for gifting you an Otter Box for Christmas.

  A gentle gasp left your lips as you saw a slew of missed texts from the dynamic duo. Oh no. Oh no. You felt horrendous. Your phone lit up as a photo of Kuroo with a French fry up his nose vibrated to life.

  As fast as your fingers could, you slid to answer, “He-“

  “-LLO WE ARE OUTSIDE ARE YOU COMING OR WHAT?!” Bokuto hollered into the mic, practically blowing out the speaker with sheer vocal force.

  “Holy shit, Bo! What? What do you mean?” Cautiously, the screen was brought closer to your cheek again, ghosting about a centimeter for your hearing’s safety.

  “Don’t you check your phone, hot-stuff? We’re going for a drive,” Kuroo honked the horn, echoing through the window and phone.

  Sure enough, the string of texts was about a drive and a half-planned plan of action. Thrilled enthusiasm rippled through you. You didn’t even think you’d get to see Bokuto this visit let alone with Kuroo! Praise the scheduling gods!

  The phone squished between your shoulder and ear as hands searched for an outfit that wasn’t your hoe shorts and sports bra. You threw on Bokuto’s old Ace’s Way shirt, and on top a near ancient Nekoma varsity jacket. Both items of which were left in your apartment from a get together nearly a year ago, “I’ll be out in a sec!”

  College was difficult. Especially when each of you had gone in somewhat different directions after high school. Kuroo, like yourself, played volleyball in university. And like yourself, nearly ripped his hair out when experiencing the hell that was Macroeconomics with Professor Mori. Bokuto was scouted play volleyball professionally, popping in and out of Tokyo to visit you two. At some point along the way and a slew of confusing budding emotions later, the three of you dove head first into a lovingly symbiotic relationship. It was hard when each of your schedules were chaotic, but worked out for the best as you all strove for your own goals while cheering each other on.

  You grabbed your bag of random things including underwear, extra clothes, and some money.  You never knew with the two of them what may happen and you learned from one wild trip to Osaka that Bokuto’s sense of direction was about as bad as you’d think it’d be.

  Half jogging, you rolled your eyes to the red corvette. Kuroo loved that thing way too much. Through the window, you could see Bokuto lean across the console to open the back driver-side door for you. The grin he wore could’ve fueled the sun itself, “BABE! LIGHT OF MY LIFE! EDGE-LINE STRAIGHT SHOT! WER’RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE,” His muscular arm stretched to you, calloused hands reaching for you to grab.

  He pulled you you between the seats for a  bear hug, wide chest nearly eating you whole. He was as toasty as always. Or maybe it was just your cheeks. Either way, you were happy to see him, “Missed you, Bo! Sorry for missing the texts.”

  “You were asleep weren’t ya?” Kuroo turned in the driver side, a hand finding its place at the crown of your hair. The lazy pique of his own lop-sided smile greeted your playful glare, which melted into a nod and a sigh. The look he gave softened at the navy-coated aura rolling off you in waves. He stroked your hair once, poking your cheek as his hand passed it, “You’re here. ‘s all that matters. Now, Hoots over here can shut up about your nose, which is… a little fucked up, wow.”

  “You don’t say?” Your expression dead-panned as Bokuto pulled back from you to examine the swollen cartilage. While you wanted them to see the game, you were absolutely glad that they didn’t. Bokuto would have barreled down the bleachers had he seen your wipe out in person. Actually, you recalled a snap from Atsumu; the camera pointed to the tile of a locker room, Bokuto’s howling in the background with a simple caption of ‘You good?’  

  Pulling away from the ace, you sat back into the middle seat, arms resting on the leather between the passenger and driver sides. Kuroo drove with his hands low on the wheel, long digits thwacking the steering wheel to a silent beat. You glanced between the two, suspicious of their matching expressions. You dared ask, “Why’s it so quiet?”

  “Are you saying-“ Kuroo began.

  “-you want some tuunesss?” Bokuto ended giddily.

  He readily tapped a button on his phone, shielding the screen from you protectively. Kuroo’s gaze darted between the dash screen and the road, waiting for whatever shitpost song Bokuto most definitely was about to put on.

  “Guys… what are you-“

  A record scratch.

  I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me.

  “You’re fucking kidding me! Turn it up, turn it up!” Your hand bulleted to the volume, body squeezing past the two to crank up Cascada’s Everytime We Touch until the windows rattled. Kuroo and Bokuto shared a knowing, toothy smirk. Bingo.

  “Forgive me, my weakness, but I don't know why

Without you, it's hard to survive!”

  Duetting with the utmost of dramatics, you and Bokuto reached for some imaginary lover escaping in the distance, opposite hand grasping near your hearts. Kuroo snickered, forever and always amused at how weirdly in-sync the two of you could be. Watching both of you thrash wildly together was probably the most endearing thing he’s seen all day.

  The silveret pumped his fists as you both scream-sang the modern masterpiece. His large hands enveloped yours with enough theatrics to shake the emotion into the chorus:  

  “'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling

And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly

Can't you feel my heart beat fast? I want this to last

Need you by my side

'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static

And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky

Can't you hear my heart beat so? I can't let you go

Want you in my life!”

  The palm of your hands smacked into their biceps at the last lines, letting the 2000’s synth twinkle into your veins. The vibes in this vehicle were immaculate. Waves that crashed over you, drowning you earlier in the day, receded, leaving sun-warmed sands to dance across. The ones who paved the way were a sarcastic cat and overzealous owl.

  The song was coming to an end and you excitedly whipped between the two, “What’s next?! What’s the playlist?! Link it to me? Please?” You bat your eyelashes at them, Kuroo nudging his chin to the other. The ace hurriedly clicked a few buttons and opened a few apps, radiating delight itself, “Done!” Your phone buzzed with Bokuto’s link. The title of the playlist popped up, overpouring unadulterated admiration into your heart until it warmed up to your cheeks.

  Tunes To Cheer Our Best Babe Up To.

 It was silly, but on brand for the two. All of the songs were added within the last three hours by both boys. Each one of them an absolute banger.

  It was Kuroo’s idea in the beginning. He remembered all the times in high school you’d cry after an exam, near inconsolable until he’d loan you his headphones. Just a few months ago, he caught you throwing it back to the beat of some pop classic after you failed your first semester’s final exams. There’s a video of it somewhere, but he won’t admit to the sin. You know it because you can hear him hyena-laugh in the hallway every so often as Bad Boy riots in the background.

  Bokuto, with all the brilliantly rambunctious enthusiasm the world could give a single human being, added in every song he already had in his likes. All of which he sung with you on every trip until your voices hurt. He even added Mr. Brightside, reminding you of the time he screamed so loud during the chorus that he sounded like a donkey the rest of the day and into his next match. To this very day, the infamous ‘O ᴼO ᵒn ᵉ  TᵒOᵘCʰ’ could be heard in the locker rooms by each teammate in unison.

  You paused as the next song hit, mouth abruptly shutting as the two in the front recited, word-for-word,

  “Man, fuck.”

“What's wrong Bo?”

“Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad.”

“Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, hoots, look at life!”

“Man, you're right”

“Mmm, you see? You see this fine bitch right over here?” Kuroo’s long fingers pinched your cheek at the red light, laughing as you jokingly smacked it away.

“Yeah, woah...” Bokuto beamed at you.

“You see these trees man? You see this water?” You snorted as Kuroo’s hand waved to four-way intersection.

“I guess it is okay.”

“Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man.”

“Man you know what, y-you're right...” The words, lyrics or otherwise, still brought a childish scrunch to the ace’s handsome face.

“You damn right I'm right,” Kuroo smirked, taking even the smallest bit of delight out of his perfected timing, “I can't remember a time I was god-damn wrong.”

“Man, thanks, Demon Cat.”

“Hey man, that's what I'm here for.”

  Bokuto, half-joke-half-serious punched Kuroo’s bicep, eliciting a feral smirk as they went into the chorus. Bo’s arms crossed as he shook his shoulders to the beat. Kuroo threw down at the next red light, clapping to each beat. Just as the bass shook your heart in its chest, both players head-banged with all their might, car jerking with the force. You feared for the steering wheel and the threat of an airbag going off when both boys slam-drummed the vehicle’s surface. The sight of the two of them going absolutely feral elicited the brightest cackle from your belly.

  They really knew how to turn your shittiest days into your new favorites. And you’d definitely be revisiting this playlist.

#i had fun with this one #🐈.kuroo #🦉.bokuto #🍯.hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq #hq!! #kuroo tetsurou #kotaro bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #hq koutarou #kotaro bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo testurou x reader #haikyuu x reader

[malebodyinvasion]

Another Favor from Him (Alvin's POV)

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

This is a sequel to Babysitter for A Day.

I suggest reading Another Favor from Him (Ryan's POV) first before proceeding to this one.

Last night I asked Ryan a favor if he and I could swap bodies. I told him I need to pickup an order from a store next city but I have a special meeting tomorrow. That meeting is not really that important so I decided to get the package myself in Ryan's body. I haven't told him that the order was a collector's edition of a vintage vinyl record I am interested as of late. If I told him he may not agree. Forgive me Ryan.

After my opening speech, I swapped our consciousness right away. When I opened my new eyes, I was in front of the dining table having breakfast. As expected, he will get up late. I cannot blame him since he rarely got sleep before his licensure exam.

"This is the second time I'm eating the food I prepared this morning." I told myself. Ryan's voice is really a music to my ear, or rather, his ear.

I stood up to place the plates on the sink. "Woah." I said adjusting to my new balance. Being a few inches shorter and less muscular reminds me of the days I was new to workout.

May be I should take a bath before leaving home? While walking, I noticed that Ryan have no underwear under his tight shorts and his morning wood is caressing between the cloth and his legs. This reminds me of that one time he mentioned that if he kept his morning wood untouched, he will be bothered for the whole day. And I'm starting to feel that. I hope he doesn't mind me dealing with it.

Thinking about it, makes it harder. I have a crush on Ryan and being in his body makes me excited. Ever since I met him, I always keep my cool so he would respect me. I realized my feelings for him after that one time I taught him to dance. I always think how's he doing whenever I'm at work and he's at the campus. I'm so worried about him I joined him every time he take a walk at night. And I'm enjoying it.

I pick some clothes from his closet. Is it just me or he had few pairs of underwear? It's not even enough for a week. Wait... Don't tell me he enjoys going commando?! Not that I'm against it, but the fabric of these shorts I'm currently wearing, or Ryan's body is wearing, is not good for the skin, plus the fact it's fitted in a sensitive area! I'll grab some garments for him after I got my order.

After deciding what to wear, I went to bath. I removed his shirt revealing his quite lean body. As I thought, he's really a twink, or a twunk? Then I removed his tight shorts revealing an enormous member. I can't believe what I'm seeing. The length, the girth, the popping veins -- it's impressive. It's bigger than mine! His balls is the same size as mine and he is younger than me. It makes me wonder how he could manage to hide it from me, err... to keep it unnoticed from the eyes of others. He might be a grower.

I have no time for this. I need to hurry before the store got busy. I groped his member with his left hand and pumped it, as his right hand caressed the soap over his body. The perks of being ambidextrous. I shot the cum towards my current legs and quickly wash everything from there to the feet. Then, I dried myself and wore the clothes I picked.

Since I used my car going to the resort this morning, I rode a bus going to the next city. I'm never this bored, or maybe I'm just always busy with work so I never feel empty. I checked Ryan's phone for games but he doesn't have any. I opened some of his applications and scroll for something interesting -- except I saw those e-books, some are paid and some are pirated. I should have expect that from a former examinee. I tried to take a peek from his diary app but it's password protected. I'm kind of curious. Then, I checked his pictures and I was surprised with how many stolen shots of me he had. Could it be... that it's more than respect? That he likes me too somehow? No, no. I should not jump to weird conclusions. I continuously explored his phone and saw some pictures of us together. I cannot help but smile. I'm going to miss him if ever he leave my unit. Such a nice guy.

Few minutes later, I arrived to my destination. I hurriedly walk towards the store. I almost forgot that I'm not in my body so I presented the manager a sort of authorization letter. While waiting for the manager, I walked around the shop to look for other items that may pick my interest. But at the end, I left the shop with only my order.

"I should look for some clothes," I mumbled. I entered one of the popular clothing boutique and pick some tops and bottoms that may suit Ryan's body. I also grabbed three pairs of underwear for him. I decided to try out some of the clothes to get a better judgment. With his cute and handsome face, any combination of clothes fit his appearance well. I cannot stop myself from getting amazed of his body everytime I removed and put on some of the clothes, and found myself getting hard. I grope his hands over his bulge. No, no. It's not the right time or place. Besides, I'm not supposed to do anything that may result me releasing pleasure.

Furthermore, I took some photos while inside the fitting room. Ryan sure will love it. It gives me an idea to change my current attire to some of the clothes I just bought.

"The weather is great. Maybe I should look around until afternoon. I'm sure Ryan won't mind." I told myself while typing a text message for Ryan. "I hope he had my phone with him."

During my stroll, there was this guy who keeps on checking on me. When I accidentally looked at him in the eye, he gave me a wink and started caressing his pectorals over his tank top. This dude is obviously flirting and trying to get into Ryan's pants. But there's no way in Earth, he could have Ryan. I'm the one in control and I'm sure you’re not Ryan's type.

Suddenly, this dude grabbed my arms and pulled me. Now that his near me, I could say he has the same build as my body with only an inch or two shorter. He looks familiar but I can’t put my finger where I see this guy. I tried to resist and shout for help but there are no other people here and his grip is too strong I can't run away. We entered an isolated public restroom and locked the door.

"I know you want this too," the guy told me in the ear. His voice is kind of sexy and Ryan's penis twitches one after another. He pressed me against a wall and started kissing my borrowed neck. I don't know if I'm enjoying it but I can tell that Ryan's body is getting excited on what is happening. He raised his head and gave Ryan's lip a passionate kiss. My current body is like acting on its own when I answered his tongue with my current tongue. It seems this dude really knows what is he doing. Then he placed his right hand over my hardening wood. He freed my mouth from the kiss. "It’s Kevin. I always want to do this ever since I saw you in the gym.” That’s it! This guy is one of the gym patrons. I rarely see him but it seems he knew Ryan.  Do Ryan have a thing for this guy? But I’m sure I am better in looks.

“I think you have mistaken.” I retorted.

“Doubt it. You’re big fellow down here is telling me the opposite.” He answered back as he started unbuckling my pants. He knelt down and pulled it down and he is surprised by how huge Ryan’s bulge is. He is probably as amazed as I am. No, no. it’s not a time for this. I need to get out of here.

But before I could take any action, he quickly stands up and kisses me again. He continuously caressed his hands over my bulge. “Aghhh,” I let out a huge moan. He then removed his tank top revealing his eight-pack abs. My body is more defined but Ryan’s excitement and my currently weak resistance somehow makes things harder for me to fight back. I’m afraid that I’m giving in.

Kevin

I moved my hands over his pectorals and start pinching his nipples. “Oh, that’s great!!” He shouted erotically. “Please lick it, Ryan.” Then I placed Ryan’s lip over his pecs swallowing its entirety. I used my borrowed tongue to play its tip. Then my tongue ventured to the other side doing the same thing, then I followed the curves of his abs. I licked every angle of Kevin’s abdomen. I could smell his sweat and taste the salty skin. Then I level myself for another erotic kiss. We crossed our tongues likes sword clashing. “Suck me, Ryan.”

I followed as what he instructed. I got on my knees and pulled down his shorts. A four-inch pecker appeared, which is quite shorter to what I’m expecting. In size, mine is longer and larger. But it doesn’t matter in this moment, I teased him by swallowing his balls and my hands massaging his rod. I slowly move towards his dick’s tip until suddenly he pushed his entire length inside my mouth, choking me.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized as he quickly pulled it off my mouth. “I got too exci…” Before he could finish, I swallow it back. This is my first time giving someone a blowjob and I’m not even in my own body. I swirled my tongue around his rod. He placed his hands behind my hand. ‘I’ll be gentle.” Then he moved his hips back and forth. It feels great and I’m getting addicted to it. Seconds later, he released hot stream of cum inside my mouth. I have no choice but to swallow them as he pushed his hands harder than before. It’s kind of slimy but the bitter taste got mixed with his sweaty rod, resulting to a weird flavor. He pulled me up for another kiss.

“It’s my turn.” He whispered to my ear. He wildly removed my underwear and I could already see precum on the tip of my borrowed dick. I watched him choke himself trying to devour Ryan’s entire length. He played his tongue around the impressive rod and massages my balls with his hands. This is also my first time getting a blowjob, and possibly Ryan’s too. Losing control, I started pinching my own nipples. I moan louder and louder. His hands moved towards my butt cheeks and pressed it pushing my super hard dick down his throat. I imitated how he moved his hips before. I could feel it… But I can’t! It will lock me and Ryan in each other’s body. He may hate me for it. I tried my best to prevent releasing but Kevin took my dick off his mouth and licked the small hole.

“Aahhhh!” Streams of cum rocketed to his chiseled body as I shout in ecstasy and worry. He then cleaned off my cock by slurping the remains of cum in my rod down to my legs.

“That was hot, Ryan.” He announced as he stood up. When he is about to kiss me again, his phone rang. I cannot hear what they’re talking about properly as I’m still dumbfounded of what I’ve done. I realized my mistake. Ryan would hate and despise me now. He might lose his respect for me.

“I need to go Ryan. My girlfriend is waiting for me. Let’s do this again next time.” Kevin said as he wore his clothes then run off like a fireman.

“Yeah.” It was only my response. This dude just gave me a blowjob and he had a girlfriend. What kind of boyfriend he is?! No, no. That’s not my problem. My problem is how could I explain this Ryan. This is bad. I put my pants back and left the place as fast as I can.

While on the bus way home, I cannot think of a proper explanation. I cannot just tell him, “I got so horny in your body and decided to go with the flow.” Even if it is the reason. I tried searching on the internet for some leeway but what caught my attention is the weather news regarding a storm tonight. My worry heart overcomes my self-loathing, and impulsively dial my phone number. Ryan answered my call.

"I'm so sorry Ryan. I didn't mean to." Wha… what did I just say?! I’m supposed to tell him about the storm. This is bad. I haven’t think off a good explanation.

"Huh, what happened? Did you get into an accident?!" He’s now raising his voice. He might be on a bad mood.

"Sort of..." No…

"Sort of?"

"You see... I cum three times while in your body!" I ended up confessing. But I’m still not ready to tell him about my blowjob with Kevin.

"Eh?!" I knew it. His respect… his trust on me… shattering…

"I'm really sorry, Ryan. I cannot control my urges."

"How did that happen? What happened to your usual cool?!" His voice is getting louder. He’s mad now. He’s probably judging me now.

"Well..." I explained him ‘what’ happened but it’s all lies. I want to save our friendship at least. I tell him the truth once he got home.

"So we're stuck for a day?" Ryan asked. Hearing that with my voice is like a boss disappointed of what just happened. But his voice is quite calm now. Did he buy my lies?

"Seems... like it. I'm so sorry Ryan. I let my horniness got ahead of me." I apologized again… hoping for the best…

"I should apologize as well...” Ryan paused. “Since I also masturbated this afternoon..."

I gasped. Does that mean he touched my penis? Does that mean he caressed my body? Does that mean he likes me too? Or… does that mean he simply enjoy being me? I’m one to talk.

"I know it's not the right time Alvin, but I actually like you.” He continued talking. ‘I appreciate everything you did for me... I tried my best to resist my dirty thoughts but I failed." Is that a confession?

I took a deep breath. "I also... like you Ryan.” I ended up confessing my crush on him. “It's probably one of the reason I ended up trapping us both. But don't worry, it will be automatically undone in a day. Let's talk about our feelings when you got home." I talked calmly so he won’t notice I’m really nervous.

"Then wait for me. I'll dress up now and be on my way. I'll use GPS if I need to..." I could feel his excitement.

"Wait!" I interrupted him. "Stay there."

"But why?"

"It's dangerous. There will be a storm tonight according to the news. The roads there are kind of dangerous when raining."

"You should have said that first."

"Well... I feel like… apologizing first… so you could avoid panicking." I messed things up and I’m actually the one who is having a panic. I let a loud sigh. "But it seems you panic either way. Anyway, stay there for the night."

"Alright, I'll do that."

"Then it's settled. Let's talk again later..." I’m saved for now.

"Wait." Or not. "It's about Michael." Michael is there? I thought he wasn’t going.

Ryan explained everything. I felt unfair to him. He was able to tell me this but I couldn’t. I’m really going to tell him everything when he got home.

"I see... Michael… is always like that." I reacted. "I already turn him down even before I have you living with me, but he never stops." This sounds trouble.

"Do you like him by any chance? A little?" He asked. Oh no! Did he misunderstand my reply?

"As a friend, yes. Why did you ask?"

He then told me that my body twitches whenever Michael is flirting.

"He's my type of… guy… but not exactly him. He reminds me of you. Or in this case, he reminds 'my body' of you." It’s the truth. They share some similarities but I hate Michael’s ego. Ryan, on the other hand, is easier to approach and interact. Michael and I were once roommates but he never listed to what I say even if it’s for our own good. Thinking about it makes Ryan’s dick hard a little. "This is kind of embarrassing... and weird. We're in each other's body and it's like confessing to myself. Ha…Haha…Hahaha." I tried to laugh it off. I think my face is red now.

Then he followed, "Are you sure it's not the other way around?"

"Nope." I responded. "I'm sure." You’re far better than him.

"Thank you, Alvin. Sorry if I doubted you."

"It's fine. I had an idea you would noticed." I’m kind of glad you didn’t notice my lies about the body swap lock.

"So... What should I do about him?"

"Just try to keep your distance from him." If Michael is being flirtatious to that level, it’s kind of dangerous. He might do something unwanted. I can’t do anything for now except hoping for the best. 

I wish the storm could pass sooner, I want to see Ryan now and settle everything.

#body swap #body switch #male body swap #male body switch #old to young #young to old

[beanfic]

New Roommates-Ch.2

Word count: 1838

Warnings: Talk of parental death & language 

Author’s note: Here is chapter 2 of my YouAU for Kansas’ writing challenge! As a reminder, this series is in first person from MY perspective so it is not a reader insert fic, but I hope you still enjoy it! :)

I felt strange right as I stepped foot into my new bedroom. It was still hard to wrap my mind around the fact that I have officially moved out and moved in with strangers I met off the internet. 

My suitcases sat in front of me. It seemed as if they were mocking me. I knew I should start unpacking but I could slowly feel myself getting more and more anxious. I stood up from the bed that the movers had installed and stretched my arms. Maybe if I had some company I would be able to unpack quicker and stay motivated. 

I opened my bedroom door and peeked my head out. I could hear Kae’s voice in the kitchen, and that was exactly who I needed to help me. Usually, I felt anxious around people who I do not know, but they made me feel so comfortable, it was nice. 

“Hey Kae! Do you want to help me unpack? I felt like it could be an easy bonding experience,” I joked as I walked into the kitchen.

“Hell yeah!” They stood up from the stool and walked back to my bedroom with me. 

The next hour was spent with me explaining my past to Kae while folding, hanging, and putting away clothes. Kae was easy to talk too, but I also wanted to know more about them. 

“Looks like the clothes are all done!” Kae announced. I nodded and held my hand up for a high five. 

“Let’s make my bed next since I need to sleep in that tonight,” I chuckled. Kae and I grabbed both ends of the black sheets and tucked them over the mattress. 

“This comforter is so pretty!”

“Thank you! My mom got it for me as a moving out gift!” I smiled. The black and white striped comforter matched well with the white furniture that I had picked out. The colors I chose for the room were black, white, and rose gold! 

“This blanket is so soft,” Kae wrapped her body with a fluffy rose gold blanket you had found at target. 

“Right?”

“I think I might steal this.”

“Maybe I will just have to buy you your own!” I giggled.

“I can just buy myself one! Target trip!” Kae clapped excitedly once again. 

“Yes! I love target! That is where I got most of my rose gold decorations to go on my dresser and desk!” 

“I love it! Your room is so cute.”

“Thank you, Kae!” 

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation that we were having. I went over and opened it up to reveal Tyler. 

“Kae don’t you have work at 6?”

“Oh fuck!” they screamed. “I lost track of time! Sorry, Y/N, but I’ll be over lots!!” I waved goodbye to Kae who rushed out of my room. Tyler shut the door leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. I continued unpacking tiny nick-nacks that had sentimental value. Small, nostalgic memories flooded my brain everytime I picked up an item. 

I missed Oregon. I missed the trees, the rainstorms, the beach, the mountains. Columbus isn’t bad, it’s just not the same. 

The smell of a seasoned chicken being cooked in the oven wafted into my room, filling my nostrils. My mouth started to water, and my stomach began to rumble. I had such a hectic day that I really didn’t eat that much. I was starving. 

I opened the door and was greeted by Josh also coming out of his bedroom. His eyes matched with mine and we both just awkwardly stared at each other for a second too long. 

“Hey, Sav,” Josh broke the eye contact as he looked away. I blinked a few times. Why was that such an awkward encounter? 

“Hey, Josh. Why didn’t you help me move in?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm to my tone of voice so he knew that I wasn't actually upset. I even crossed my arms and leaned into my hip for added effect. 

“As the boys probably told you I was busy!”

“They said you were taking a nap?”

“Yeah, busy taking a fat nap.”

I rolled my eyes and walked away towards the scent of dinner. My heart started to speed up as I realized this would be my first dinner at my new apartment with my new roommates. 

“Hey, Sav! Good morning, Josh!” Mark teased as we both sat down at the counter. He was wearing an apron that had ‘Chef Mark” embroidered into it

“It smells delicious!” 

“Thank you! We are having rosemary lemon pepper chicken, asparagus, and mashed potatoes! It should be done in about five minuted and then you can help yourself!” Mark explained. 

I smiled towards him before turning around to see what Tyler was up to. He was sitting on the couch heavily involved in a Mario kart race. 

“Does he usually play alone?” I turned back around asking Mark and Josh, not wanting to disrupt Tyler.

“Usually when I am cooking, or when Josh is busy.” Mark put air quotes around the word busy. 

“Shuddup,” Josh mumbled. He was busy on his phone and I took a peek over. I recognized the app almost immediately. 

“You’re on tinder?” I practically laughed in his face. 

“Jesus,” Josh locked his phone and glanced up at me. “Why yes I am.”

“For some reason that surprises me.”

“Why?” Josh furrowed his brow.

“I don’t know, I feel like you could just find dates naturally.”

“Because I am naturally handsome?” Josh winked. 

“No,” I rolled my eyes once again. I quickly looked away from Josh once I started to feel my cheeks get warm. There was no way I was letting Josh see me getting flustered. Even though I did think he was naturally handsome and pretty, and cute. I had to stop. He was my roommate. 

“Dinner is ready!” Mark called out. I stood up from the stool and followed behind Josh. Tyler slowly made his way over to the kitchen from the couch.

“How is Mario kart going?” I asked him.

“Not too well, I keep on getting third and I am no third placer.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Josh laughed as he scooped a pile of potatoes onto his plate.

“You lose to me literally every single time we play, Josh. You have no place to talk.”

“I’m not as bad as Mark though.”

Mark looked up from his own plate with his mouth wide open, “You guys are just rude.”

I softly laughed to myself as the boys continued to bicker. It was probably going to be something I need to get used to. I grabbed a few pieces of chicken, asparagus, and a scoopful of mashed potatoes, it looked and smelled delicious. 

I noticed that all the boys hurried over to the couch with Josh and Mark planting down on the bean bags. I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to sit, as I wasn’t fully comfortable eating on a couch so I decided to walk over to the kitchen table. 

“Sav!” Tyler yelled as he turned around. “Come sit with us!” 

I smiled, “Okay.” I took a few deep breaths as I shuffled over and sat on the far left of the couch next to Tyler. The couch made a pfft sound as I lowered down into the cushions. 

“So, Sav, let’s use this as a bonding experience! Tell us more about yourself!” Mark asked. 

I shrugged my shoulders as I finished chewing a piece of chicken that I had in my mouth. “I don’t really know what you guys even want to know! I’m not interesting.”

“Let’s start why you moved to Ohio! You mentioned something about your grandma?”

“Oh yeah.” I rubbed my arm. “My grandma isn’t doing too well, she has stage 3 breast cancer, and my mom felt guilty that she was all the way in Oregon and not here helping her own mom.”

“So it’s your mom’s mom?” Tyler clarified.

I nodded, “Yeah, it’s just me and my mom. My Dad passed away when I was 11 from Leukemia.”

“I’m so sorry, Sav, I had no idea,” Tyler said softly. 

“That must have been really hard,” Josh chimed in. He looked up at me with his large chocolate eyes and I found myself getting lost in them. 

“It’s okay, it was such a long time ago but I still have those days where I miss him a lot.” I looked down at my plate, not wanting to be caught staring into Josh’s eyes. I don’t know what it is about him, but he just mesmerizes me when I look at him. 

“Let’s change the subject to something happier! You graduated college right?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, from Portland State University! I majored in Psychology but I can’t really do anything with that degree unless I go back to school for a masters program which is why I am hoping to make extra money from the photography job I found.”

“You already have a photography job?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah! I had an interview about a month ago, and I just found out last week I was hired!”

“What is it exactly?” Mark questioned. He was a videographer himself so he was also familiar with cameras. I was actually hoping he could give me some camera tips.

“I’m working with the Olentangy Local School District with photographing their sporting events!”

“That’s where my Mom worked!” Tyler laughed.

“Just sporting events?” Josh looked up from his meal with his left eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, why?”

“What about the band? Theatre? Choir? The arts?”

“That’s true,” Tyler agreed. 

“The sports are just more important I guess,” I shrugged and smirked over at Josh. “Plus I don’t get to choose what I photograph.”

“I think that’s exciting! I knew you liked to take pictures but I didn’t realize you were a photographer,” Mark announced.

“I wouldn’t call me a photographer, but thank you!”

“Can we see some of the photos that you have taken?” Josh asked. I was surprised that he wanted to see them out of all the boys, but it made me excited. 

“Sure, I have some of my favorites saved on my phone.” I pulled out my phone and opened it up to the album titles ‘favs’. I clicked on the first photo, which happened to be of the sunset at a beach with a couple holding hands. I handed my phone over to Josh and Tyler and Mark were quick to look over his shoulder.

“Sav, these are amazing!” Mark said.

I smiled, “Thank you!” It means a lot coming from Mark since he was really into cameras and all that sort of stuff. I still consider myself to be new to the photography world.

“Yeah, you’re super talented,” Josh whispered as he handed me the phone back. His fingers brushed against mine as I grabbed my phone. I quickly shoved my phone back into my sweatshirt pocket and looked away. A shiver ran down my spine.

************

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[sarcastic-sunshines]

ABIONA AU - Before Abiona Interlude Part 3: Jealousy is a Disease

Pairing: T’ Challa x Black!Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count:  2893

Link to ABIONA by @writingmarvellousimagines

Link to Face claims (2)

Part: (1) (2) (3) (I1) (I2) (4)

Jealousy is a Disease

It was Saturday, which meant that Alix was home from work. She lived for Saturdays because she would take the morning to sleep in as late as she felt like it. At 7 months, baby was very active and still having football matches in the middle of the night. Add that to the general discomfort of being an expectant mother, Alix’s night were not rejuvenating. Since her little breakdown and her midnight cravings increased, T’Challa had started to spend the nights with Alix, generally being up when she was. He hardly complained and still got up early to do his royal duties. Just like on this specific Saturday, Alix reached out behind her and felt nothing. She went into her guestroom, which was at one point T’Challa’s room but now basically his study because he was only ever in there to work. There he was, but he wasn’t working like she had expected to see… He was laughing on the phone, not his kimoyo beads, his phone. Whoever it was not, wasn't in Wakanda, but they sure had him rolling with laughter at 11AM in the morning.

Alix came in looking suspiciously. T'Challa's back was to her, but as he turned and saw Alix he quickly ended the call.

“Oh my Bast, Tina, you are so funny, but I unfortunately have to go. ” Alix raised her eyebrows and wonder what was unfortunate about ending a call with Tina.

She liked Tina. She was one the single moms in her lamaze class. Ever since she started bringing T'Challa with her, Tina and few other moms, some even married, had decided to befriend him. Every session, T'Challa was the star. They were all touchy, clung to every word he uttered and laughed at everyone of his terrible jokes. It was ridiculous and took away from her time with T'Challa. He was her partner after all, but as of recently, he had turned into the volunteer partner for all the other mom’s in the class. She didn’t know how it started but everytime she saw him hold another mom’s hand, her heartburn made a fiery return and she didn’t like it. Tina, specifically, had been benefiting the most. She now got a ride home from them every once in a while. Again, she liked Tina, and no pregnant woman should have to take the bus if she didn’t have to. However, after watching T’Challa play good Samaritan for an hour and a half, she thought she deserved some alone time.  Tina was starting to infiltrate every aspect of her life and Alix wasn’t having it.

“What did Tina want,” she said with her hands holding her side.

“Good morning to you too? How did you sleep? I slept pretty well except for when you kicked me but as the mother of my child I will forgive you. Did I tell you how beautiful you look when you wake up, ” T’challa said with a humorous smile as he pulled Alix in between his legs as he kissed her belly.

“Yeah, yeah, morning to you to, what did Tina want?”

“If you must know we were just having a casual conversation, nothing special,” he explained while pulling her into his lap. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist. Yet, she was still staring at him suspiciously.

“Then what was so funny?”

“Oh Tina...she was telling me” He struggled to finish the sentence as he laughed. “ ...about... I can’t do it justice.” Alix rolled her eyes and got off his lap and headed to the kitchen as T’Challa tried to get his laughter back under control. She had had enough. She didn’t need this in the morning and she had a child to feed.

The rest of the day passed just the way Alix expected. It was the new normal that she liked but would never admit to. T’Challa always provided her with his undivided attention, from them going grocery shopping, to running more errands. Even going to the mall to try on some maternity clothes. He did have the Doras there, but he never allowed them too close so she wouldn’t feel crowded or draw attention to them. There was a slight difference this Saturday. Every time she turned to look at him, he was on his phone, texting no one else but Tina. Alix was going to lose it. Even when they went to this adorable boutique, and Alix tried on this gorgeous white sweater dress. She exited the dressing room hoping to get T’Challa’s opinion only to find him typing. Though he looked up as soon as she got out only to praise her, she was still ready to throw that phone out the window.

She was in a bit of a mood when they got home. T’Challa refused to ask because frankly the mood swings were becoming a bit much for him and she had been like this since she got up. He liked his Saturdays with Alix and he did not want it to go sour. It was the only time she ever let him pamper her. It allowed him to feel like an actual couple without her getting all caught in the emotions of it and ruining the perfectly good moment. So if she was a bit grumpy, he definitely was not going push it. After putting everything  away they both collapsed on the couch. Alix turned on the TV so they could continue binge watching reruns of the The Fresh Prince. Alix slowly but surely inched closer to T’challa. He noticed but made no comment. It was Saturday after all. Very soon, she was nestled into his arms and willfully accepting the kisses he was leaving on her head and shoulder.

T’Challa’s kimoyo beads went off, signalling he had a call from Shuri. He got up to take the call into his study, leaving his phone on the table. As he placed it Alix’s eyes followed the phone’s placement. She heard the door of the study close and immediately reached for the phone. Of course, a password was needed. It really could be anything. She tried his birthday, no luck, Shuri’s, no luck. She didn’t know Ramonda’s but she didn’t think it would be that. She was running out of chances before the phone would be disabled. On a whim she tried hers and the app screen appeared. Alix rolled her eyes at his corniness while trying not to smile. She went into his contacts and deleted Tina’s number as well as that of all the other moms in Lamaze. She was going to do the dads as well but she didn’t want to be too obvious. She went to his messages and saw the thread between him and Tina. 

She started to feel guilty. Here he was trying to prove his trust and she was getting worked up over a woman who was just being friendly. Or so she hoped. Tina was quite beautiful. She had shown the group pictures of herself before pregnancy but it was like the pregnancy glow really worked in her favour and amplified what was already present. Meanwhile, Alix was not even sure if she had ever even had a glow. The only thing she could contest to was her feet were swelling and her nose was spreading. It was a weak moment, yes, but she didn’t read the messages and put the phone down. She continued to stare at it only to pick it up again and delete the messages. She comforted herself by knowing she didn’t read them. She closed the message app and finally looked at T’Challa’s background. It was one of the pictures she sent when he was in Wakanda for the beginning of the week. She remembered taking that because she, for some reason really missed him and couldn’t explain why. Her curiosity grew so she went to his photo gallery and was shocked how many pictures he had of her and her bump, the baby's ultrasounds over time, and even recordings of their heartbeats. She always wondered why he would ask for a recording every week like it had changed. The nurses now had it prepared before he asked.

Everything was categorised and chronological in true T’Challa fashion. She smiled as she went through them when T'challa entered the room and peaked over the couch only to find Alix going through his photos.

“Might I ask what you are doing?” Alix jumped a little. “I see you are enjoying my photo album. Why are you on my phone anyways?”

She felt embarrassed for getting caught but continued on to lie anyways. “I had to call my mom and your phone was already there so I did that. Your password is quite predictable by the way. ”

“I have nothing to hide, so it is okay if you can figure it out. How did a call lead you to my pictures?” Alix felt the guilt rising again.

“I, um, I saw I was your background and wanted to see the others,” she said looking away from him. “It is strange how many you have. You are a bit stalkerish, aren’t you?”

T'Challa responded. "Don't act like you were not just grinning like a schoolgirl going over my beautifully curated albums."

"Beautifully curated is a stretch,” she said.

"You were still giddy with joy though, " he replied as he went around to rejoin her on the couch.

They went back to watching television when T’challa picked up his phone for the third time in 20 minutes.

He finally spoke. “I know that western technology does not hold to Wakandan but this is ridiculous at this point. All of the mom’s numbers from Lamaze have disappeared including my thread with Tina. I knew I should have added it to my kimoyo contact list.” Alix began to fidget in his arms. T’Challa looked down at her with concern.

“Are you alright?”

“Yup  just a little hot is all.”

“If you say so. I am sure Tina gave me her Instagram, not completely sure why but I will message her from there.”

Alix sat up suddenly and stared at T’Challa in what  can only be described as a strange mixture of emotions. Of course, Tina would give him any possible way to take her time from him.

“I am going to take a nap.”

“Alix,it is 5PM.”

“I don’t care!”

T'Challa watched her disappear without saying a word. He was not ready to deal with whatever that was and he needed Tina to resend him the nursery room patterns she got from pinterest.

After thirty minutes, T’Challa stood outside the bedroom mentally giving himself a pep talk to whatever Alix would say. He promised himself he would start to learn to deal with her mood swings rather than hiding until the storm settled. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Alix” 

“What!?!”

“Um  I was only wondering if you are hungry. Would that make you feel better” She wouldn’t look at him but spoke. “Possibly. Is there anyway you could make some form of pasta. I am craving a creamy meal.”

“Only if you help me.”

“Fine.” She put her hands out for him to help her up.

They started making dinner together, joking around and talking as they normally do. T’Challa was busy hoping that Saturdays would come quicker so she could always be this happy. Suddenly, his phone rang and it was an unknown number.

As he went to pick it up Alix knew exactly who could be disturbing their time. Tina. She liked Tina, but this was really becoming ridiculous.

“Hello Tina. Thank goodness you called. My phone has been acting up and deleted your contact info. Luckily, you gave me you instagram,” he began to chuckle. A chuckle that grew to a full laugh.

Alix was growing irritated. Thirty minutes go by and T’Challa sees that Alix had been glaring at him and banging pots since he got on the phone. For thirty minutes, she had to listen to them obnoxiously laugh about nothing. Again. She likes Tina, but she was one to be very touchy with T’Challa and make comments about how handsome he is. As if she didn’t know, she wasn’t pregnant because he was ugly.

“Alix, do you need something? You are making so much noise.”

“I need you to get off the phone so we can eat. Baby is hungry!”

“Alright alright.” He went back to his phone call. “Tina, let us talk later, please. HA HA HA. Of course. Thank you again.”

He stared at Alix as she took her plate to the table and angrily began to eat. It suddenly clicked. He had given Apple a bad review when it was someone else who tampered with his phone. He checked his call log and found no call to Estelle was made. He laughed to himself knowing he was going to enjoy this conversation.

He smugly looked at Alix as they ate and said, “I think I figured out how to retrieve all those numbers I lost, ” just to see her squirm. “They must have gotten lost when you had to make that dire phone call to your mom with my phone.” 

“What is the point you are making, T’Challa,” Alix said defensively as she puts down her fork. 

“ No point made. Just observations. ”

“Great. So let me eat.”

“Yes, your jealousy is usually calmer when fed.” Alix immediately looked up and responded.

“I am not jealous, especially of Tina!”

“No one said her name or who it could be,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. He was really enjoying himself at this point as Alix was just staring daggers at him.

“Do not worry. This man only has eyes for the mother of his child. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He doesn’t think she has looked any more gorgeous than she has carrying their child.” Alix smiled at the table as he continued. 

“And if she had let her jealousy be put aside, she wouldn’t have ruined the surprise bassinet she had been dying to get that he had spent the whole day trying to get for her. Tina knew a place that still had it available.”

Alix took a  minute to soak up his cuteness. She was grinning really hard. Of course, he was being so sweet. He always found a way to outdo himself.

“Thank you, T’Challa. And no one said anything about jealousy. Tina gossips a lot and I know you don’t always appreciate that so I was trying to help you.”

“Yes  I did notice that about her, but our business was purely informational. By the way, did you know Antoinette and her husband are on their 6th? I do not know why they are in the class. Tina says it is the only alone time they get, ” he said shaking his head. 

Alix laughed because as much as T’Challa said he doesn’t like gossip he enjoyed all tea that is spilled all the time. “I know they definitely look like they need it with 5 children and another on the way. It could never be me. ”

“Yes, 6 is far too many. An even 4 would be more suitable.”

“I hope you are not planning the other three with me because this shop is closed and the IUD is going back as the baby goes out.”

“It didn’t stop me before.”

Alix flicked her napkin at him as they both laughed.

“All I am saying is this little one is going to need a playmate.”

“T’Challa  I cannot have this conversation right now. I am trying to keep this baby fed right now and healthy for the next two months okay.”

“That is fair.” They went back to eating when T'Challa finally said,  “ How about three?”

“They only need one playmate. We both only had one.”

“But more would be better.”

“Well, lucky for you, you haven’t married yet, maybe there is another poor soul you would like to impregnate, ” She said with a smile as T’challa frowned.

“You are so funny, especially since you were the one doing all that conniving and squirming over Tina. I wouldn’t want this poor soul to have to deal with you, knowing she carries my child.”

“You are so full of it,” she said  squinting with a half angry face

“Oh  I know. As are you, that is why we are so compatible,” he smiled at her pouting face knowing he had won.

As they washed the dishes, T’Challa was dying of laughter over Alix. She felt proud that she was the one making him laugh so hard. T’Challa was just so happy he got to enjoy another Saturday.  He wished it continued just so Alix would always be at this level of comfortability.

“Hey, can you use the photo of me by the window as your background. I like that one more, and my bump is more prominent in it.”

“Of course.

She smiled and headed to the bathroom leaving T’Challa to his thoughts as he dried the dishes. His heart felt full today. Everyday, he thought he could not love a person anymore than he had the previous day, only to be proven wrong by how much space in his heart Alix had managed to take while creating more. He did not mind being wrong.

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Leica Love & Falling for My Huawei Mate 9

By Jae

I love the fact that Huawei has brought their product to the states, which means one more phone option for me - a self-confessed mobile device addict. To tell you the truth, I don’t want to spend a fortune on a phone that I’m going to end up killing or losing, and as a photographer, I was thrilled to see the Huawei Mate 9 come with a Leica camera. I’ve always loved Leica...but the price hates me. So when my LG got stolen I took a leap of faith and bought a Mate 9. At first glance, I’m already impressed with just the packaging. “Damn,” I think, “that is one beautiful box.” It has a very luxury feel to it. I don't know if all Huawei packaging looks that beautiful, or if it’s just the Leica logo on the box that makes it so appealing.

I open the box, not surprised that the inside is just as spectacular as the outside. It comes with all the usual phone accessories, but what really surprises me is that the Mate 9 charger literally looks like a micro brick. There an operating manual, too. The phone charges at lightning speed. In less than 10-20 minutes I’m already at 70% juice - bloody awesome. What also surprises (but delights!) me is that it comes with its own phone case, but on closer inspection it comes with its own screen protector, too. Packaging-wise I was already impressed, like beyond impressed. As I said before, I don’t know if a normal Huawei comes with a screen protector or even its own case. But I’m falling in love...or is it just because I’m still drooling at the thought of getting my hands on a Leica.

The phone is light and thin, with round corners reminiscent of an iPhone. On the back it has a Leica icon, on the bottom front it says Huawei. I’m still shaking and beyond thrilled that, in my very own hands, is a sacred piece of Leica technology. I was honestly afraid that the system would be in Chinese or English with no access to Google Play since Google is blocked in China. Luckily, the system is in english and to my relief there is, indeed, Google Play. Yay! Huawei definitely intended this phone to be for the US market. The Mate 9 is undoubtedly fast - I noticed there is no lag, and even the scrolling across the screen is very smooth. I can use all my usual third party apps that I used to convert our Instagram profile.

There are, however, two letdowns in the design (otherwise the phone itself is perfect). So, here’s my issue - why on earth would you combine the ringtone and notification as one distinctless sound!? Not to mention, I can’t control the volumes of each separately. When I increase the ringtone the notification is too loud, when I lower the notification I can’t hear the ringtone. Thus, I miss a lot of calls. I’ve even tried third party apps that claim to separate the two - they don’t work. I’ve read that a combination of apps may do the trick, but I’m quite doubtful in this regard.

I really like having adaptable storage that can all be moved with an SD. That’s what I buy 127 GB SD cards for! I’m a photographer by trade, but I am not going to spend around $44 for an SD card when I’ve found 16 GB is more than enough for my photos. The Huawei Mate 9 doesn’t support the kind of adaptable storage I prefer, but it’s possible to default the phone to an SD.

The Mate 9 has a rotating lockscreen wallpaper, which is a nice perk for someone like me who can never choose just one photo. If you’re a fellow k-pop fan, you know the struggle of trying to admire all hundred of your biases (crushes) at once. Well with the Huawei Mate 9, now you can fit them all in. It’s like a buffet of beautiful men. Everytime you open your phone, it’s a different picture.

The phone is just phenomenal, honestly the best I’ve ever had. I’d really appreciate separation between the ringtone and notifications, since I’m kind of stuck between keeping my notifications and ringtone on a semi-low volume. I do miss calls on occasion, but least I am not trying to find a place to hide whenever my notifications go off - because it’s so damn loud.

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