↳「ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ」║ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ➠ 18+
ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Franken Stein
ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║Soul Eater
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║7,083
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɴ."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"You have to work with me, (Y/n)."
Refusing to even look at him, you set your gaze on your nails. Your legs were crossed over each other as you leaned back against the couch in the Patchwork Lab.
"If you want our relationship to grow stronge,r then you're going to have to let it go."
Disregarding Stein's words and not even giving him a glance, you stood to your feet and kicked your heels back on. "I'm going back to staying at Spirit's for a while. Send a message if you need me." You informed, tiredly reaching for your purse only for his hands to seize your wrist.
This ultimately gained your attention. Your (e/c) optics connected with his fern-hued ones. The stare-off was so intense that the air seemed thicker in the room.
"You're not going to leave just because you're a little upset. That's childish, (Y/n)." The man stated, smoke wafting from his lit cigarette.
"No." You blew out the cancer stick and yanked his hold off your wrist. "Us breaking up doesn't warrant you to go and sleep with Marie who you almost got pregnant! I mean-"
You slapped his chest with your purse, permitting a loud grunt to echo from his throat. "We broke up because you didn't want kids and I did!" You snapped before bearing a deep breath to calm yourself.
The exceedingly tall 6'10 (208 cm) male gazed down at you with an ardent stare. "You're becoming extremely emotional about this, you're not going to be able to think clearly."
"Stein." You called his last name in a warning tone. "I'm not even mad that you slept with her, we broke up, on a break. I'm mad because you don't understand how important having a family is to me, and how I want it to be with you. Almost getting her pregnant before we got back together reveals your blatant disregard for my feelings. It shows you rather put your test, questions, and experiments above everyone, above me."
It was difficult to be upset with him about these things. Stein is different than everybody else who saw anything in the world as an experiment.
He lacks the ability to understand complex emotions and most of his actions were shallow, only to benefit his dormant madness and twisted mind.
Knowing the scientist for as long as you have, you believed there was a bond the two of you shared. Something that was entirely real and something even Stein didn't understand but welcomed with great interest.
But nothing was ever enough for the mad scientist, apparently. You believed that after the death of Asura, when the madness subsided, so would his drastic lust for experimenting.
Sighing, you shook your head in defeat and strode to his zig-zag-styled doors. You halted once you arrived and flexed your fingers.
"Listen, I'm not giving up on this relationship unless that's what you want. But you have to start showing that you actually care. I know it's hard for you, but you have to work on understanding people deeper than just what's on the surface. When you're ready to show me that, come get me and I'll be happy to come home. Until then, I'll see you at work."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Yawning aloud and waving a hand in front of your face, the bell rang and dismissed your students. They dispersed like a rushing current, all dashing past each other to get to their lunch table first.
You weren't particularly hungry, maybe because there was still a lot on your mind that the thought of even eating made your stomach churn.
There was still quite a bit of time before your next class starts so maybe you'll use this opportunity to rest. Stepping down from your platform, your heels clicked softly as you reached for the light switch.
However, to your surprise, the door to your classroom was opened, and peeking in was none other than your boyfriend and childhood lover. He gave you a jovial smile.
"(Y/n)." He expressed your name in a quiet voice and fully stepped into your classroom. His hands found their way into the pocket of his doctor's lab coat as he quirked a grin at you.
Your lips pulled into a thin-lipped expression with arms crossing underneath your chest. "What do you want, Stein?" You asked, tone uncaring and agitated.
The silver-grey-haired male rose a hand to the large screw-in-bolt in his head and turned it a few times to collect his thoughts.
"Maybe I just wanted to see you." He inquired, a glimmer arising in his round glasses permitting you to raise an eyebrow and cock your head to the side.
"That's suspicious. That's weird." The man rolled his fern-colored orbs at your response.
"It's weird that I want to see my significant other?" He questioned, shutting the door behind him. You nodded your head immediately with no hesitation.
Stein's left eye twitched slightly. "I did just want to see you." He announced. "I also wanted to do something with you."
Your brows rose as you scratched at the back of your neck. "Can't be good. If you want to dissect me then you're gonna have to wait till I die."
The handsome man laughed in his throat and your shoulders couldn't help but deflate. You wondered if his effort were fake, just one of his automatic responses or a genuine reaction.
You weren't sure and you didn't know if you knew him as well as you thought anymore.
"No, I'll save that for later." You rolled your (e/c) eyes. "I wanted to try soul resonance."
A bit taken aback, you felt your mouth slip agape. "Why do you want to do something like that now? We're not even in combat?" You questioned.
Stein nodded his head before bearing slow almost intimidating steps to your frame. His long limbs left him no trouble arriving in front of you quickly.
"You know-" He let one of his fingers caress your lower jaw, his face tilting down closer to yours. "it's not only for combat. It's also a way two souls can bond and communicate telepathically."
It took you a second to understand where things were going but as soon as you realized you had to shake your head. It was a bit clever that Stein would like to convey his thoughts to you through his mind rather than his lips.
What you wanted was for him to work on himself, to be able to express his thoughts freely. But, you guess you'll humor him for now.
"Fine." You accepted and stepped back, holding out a hand for him to take. His lips quirked into a grin as he gladly accepted your hand.
His head dipped as his lips delicately touched the back of your hand, placing a smooch on it that you still could feel even when he pulled away.
He held them in a secure hold before drawing your body to his and placing his free hand on the small of his back. Your breath hitched as the warmth of his body wafted onto your skin through your clothes.
It had been a while since the two of you touched each other and you hope he works on himself soon. You miss his touch.
Gradually you let your eyes wander back up to his face and met his gaze. Ah, those beautiful fern eyes that you fell in love with when you were only kids and still manage to fall even more in love with as adults.
"Do you remember how to dance?" He teased lightly, referring to your absentmindedness.
His words shook you from your thoughts, you blinked a few times before quickly looking anywhere but his face. "Shut it, I'm the one that taught you to dance in the first place."
He hummed in response as you brought your hand up to his shoulder and held your clasped arms outwards. Something special the two of you shared was how the tempo of your beating hearts thumped rhythmically, matching each other.
It allowed the two of you to dance with no music, resonating with the sound of living hearts that corresponded concurrently.
The movement was muscle memory, striding off with a sharp, precise step before being spun around into the next corresponding move.
Heels clicked with the tiled ground as each connecting movement only lasted for a second as the next move commenced. Your heart swelled at the feeling, your mind dizzy from the swaying but also from the nostalgia.
Your eyes found their way up to his face again, connecting with his eyes and once again falling in love with his intense gaze. The sound of your heartbeats drummed in your ears, matching with every step.
The hate, the anger, it all washed away at that moment. You'll have to cuss Stein out later, he knew what he was doing. You hate how smart he is.
Humming, you let your eyes flutter shut and perform every dancing step with excellent precision until your body began to illuminate a white glow.
Your grip on each other's hands grew tight before you morphed into your weapon form. Unlike his previous demon weapon partners who were a scythe, a hammer, and a demon lamp, you were a reverse grip dagger.
The blades were silver, extending alongside his arms and stopping just below his elbow. The matching daggers were connected together by a gold chain at the hilt that grew when he needed it to.
Now that you were was transformed, the hypnotic intimate dance came to a halt as he stared down at your weapon in his hands.
"Ah." He crooned. "It's been a while since I've held you like this."
You snorted, shaking your head within your weapon form. "No, it's been a while since you've held me in human form."
Your childhood lover performed a few attacks at an invisible enemy before chuckling to himself. "How about you transform back and I'll make you remember how my touch in that human form? We still have... say thirty minutes left. Should be enough, right?" He mused.
"Franken Stein!" You hissed. "You're just trying to use cheap tricks to get me to come home!"
The handsome man shrugged his shoulders. "Worth a try."
"Idiot. Either soul resonates with me or get out of my classroom." You shot back.
He whispered 'fine' before inhaling a deep breath and readying his stance. You swallowed the saliva in your mouth before steadying your breathing.
Focus took over your minds as the connection between the two of you grew stronger. Your lips parted, ready to call out soul resonance until a loud commotion distracted you both.
The door to your classroom was slammed open, Spirit's figure sweeping inside as he shouted. "Hey Stein, Marie is asking for your help."
It became awfully still in the classroom as you heard the woman's name. Your heart lurched in your throat as a burning fury coursed through your veins.
It disrupted your melodic heartbeats and broke the rhythm the two of you were sharing.
You weren't even mad at Marie, no; it was just that hearing her name was a reminder of how she almost got what you wanted, how Stein's curiosity meant more to him than you.
These feelings—the hate, the pain—began to make your souls incompatible. The handle of your blades began to seethe with heat until it was like molten Lava.
The Meister had to release your form, dropping you down as you quickly shifted back to your original appearance. "Looks like you're busy." Your words were callous as you turned around to collect your jacket from the coat rack. "Turn off the lights when you leave."
You didn't wait to hear any responses, no excuse at all. Brushing past the Albarn male, your heels clicked down the hall, leaving the former partners in your old classroom.
"Spirit," Stein called.
The said male turned back to face the mad scientist only for his jaw to slacken. Stein's soul began to project forward, his strength infusing with the air and making sweat drip down the back of Spirit's neck.
"I'm going to dissect you fully now."
A loud scream echoed through the halls as the Death Scythe ran for his life with the Elite Meister following behind.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
So, Plan A of 'Getting my future wife back' did not pan out how the mad scientist wanted.
But that's alright, he had another plan in mind in case Plan A didn't work out as he needed it to. With the power of persuasion, he managed to get you to agree to a date.
The first part consisted of dinner at a grandiloquent restaurant. Spirit and Marie decided to dress up in disguise so they could watch your date and assist Stein since he tended to lack common sense sometimes.
They sat a few tables down, peeking over their menus to observe your interactions. And it didn't look like things were going well.
Your arms were crossed under your chest, and you kept your gaze away from your significant other. This may have been petty, but it only fueled the growing turmoil inside.
When the waiter made his round to your table and asked what your meals would be, Stein confidently said a dish that had you gagging at even hearing the name.
How did he not remember you hated that? And how could he forget your favorite meal?
It was not looking good for the Elite Meister who could be seen visibly sweating. The date had just started and he was already f*cking up.
"So um, how has your class been doing?" He questioned, attempting small talk.
You glanced up from your phone before returning your gaze back to the cellular device. "Fine."
An awkward silence surrounded the two of you as Stein struggled to come up with the right words and you struggled to find any patience to stay.
The usually cool, level-headed man was at his wit's end at the moment. He didn't know how to give you what you wanted, he didn't know the correct words to say.
A genius, a prodigy, and he struggled to convey his emotions. You were the only one that could make him feel so weak. The only one that he couldn't stump or trick. The only one that had him so nervous, not even twisting the screw-in-bolt could help him focus.
This was going to be a long date.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Plan B ended horribly and made things considerably worse! He must be on his last life at this point with you.
There was only one more thing he could do, and there was no guarantee that it would work.
You let out a breath as you turned the key into the Patchwork Lab and unlocked the door. The first thing you saw was utter darkness.
"Stein, even if I am not here, I told you to keep the curtains open! My plants need what little light they can get!" You shouted down the hall before setting your purse on a stand and nearing the windows.
With exasperated movements, you slid open the dark curtains and tied them with ribbons to keep them open. By the time you finished, there was still no response, causing you to exhale audibly.
Your heels clicked on the floor as you made your way to the living room, hoping the male was by one of his computers.
However, once you entered, you saw nobody around. The only thing that indicated anybody was there was the small lamp turned on by the couch.
Stepping towards it, you noticed a small, worn-down book atop a folded blanket. It was one of your favorites, and the one the mad scientist had gotten you for your birthday a few years ago.
The sight before you was suspicious, it had you pucker your lips from the sketchiness. But it was obvious what this was for, he wanted you to read it.
Exhaling a breath, you scooted over the objects before taking their place and unraveled the blankets so they could cover your lower body.
Analyzing the outsides of the book, you could tell it was rather old, and whoever had it before had clearly used it a lot.
Its spine was creased all over, the once smooth leather now crinkled and ridged. What you assumed used to be creme white pages looked to have met water with how the bottom of the pages curved and some tinted a dimmer hue.
How odd.
Turning the book back to the front, you slowly opened the hardcover and saw long paragraphs.
This wasn't just a book, it was a journal. And it belonged to Franken Stein.
You did a quick skim, flipping through some pages to see that the dates started years ago, when the man was just a kid, newly enrolled in the DWMA, and continued until a few days ago.
A smile graced your lips at the memory of your childhood, back when the two of you were new students at the Death Weapon Meister Academy.
He was such an outcast, beating up other students and threatening to kill or dissect them. You even found him fascinating.
It was intriguing to read his thoughts and how he truly felt, and you couldn't help but want to read more. And so you did.
Every entry you read thoroughly, remember how the events happened for you, and you compared them to how Stein perceived them.
What you've come to realize is that the mad scientist wasn't void of intense human emotions; he was clearly experiencing them; he just didn't know how to explain them.
There was another journal entry from your teenage years that caught your attention because of its simple title.
Your face felt wet and it wasn't until a droplet of water spread across the pages did you notice you were crying.
Sniffling aloud, you dabbed the tears away with the sleeve of your top. You had to take a few deep breaths to stop a sob that wanted to arise.
This was something you never knew. He's never voiced his thoughts or emotions like this to you. It was just always assuming and guessing with him.
But this was everything you wanted to know. It made him appear so human, so real, capable of feeling complex emotions.
There were a bit more pages left, so you decided to finish the rest. Like the entry that you had just read, the observations leading up to you asking him to be in a relationship were similar to each other.
Feelings he didn't recognize, he wrote it all down and attempted to make sense of it, but failed. You never realized, well you couldn't tell how much you were on his mind.
He cared for you more than you ever thought and it only made the tears cascade down your face continuously.
There was one last written page in the journal, it was recent.
You didn't even realize your arms were shaking until someone grasped them to calm you down. The touch was familiar and so was the warmth.
Stein's hands slowly released yours, allowing you to close the book and place it on the stand next to the couch.
Taking a deep breath, you wiped your face free of tears and trained your gaze up to face the man. He wore an unreadable expression but you could see the strain in his fern-colored optics.
At the moment, you didn't know what to say. All the information you had absorbed was exhausting. You were feeling so much, and it was overwhelming to finally understand and see how he truly felt.
But you didn't realize how much you needed to know it.
"I struggle with a lot of things..." Stein's voice was quiet, just loud enough for you to hear. "I don't know how to express myself correctly, and my emotions are poorly developed, but I have never once doubted how much I care about you."
He kneeled down so his height was less intimidating and reached for your hands that you slowly clasped your fingers with.
"What I did was wrong, I know. I... am sorry."
It was rare to receive an apology from Stein, even rarer if he vocalized it. You knew he really meant it and it wasn't just to please you.
"Well, it looks like you're forgiven." You mused, sniffling at the end. The mad scientist shielded his fern orbs with his eyelids as he inhaled deeply.
"I don't know how much longer I could have gone without you." He breathed while leaning forward so his forehead could press against yours.
A grin etched its way to your face. "According to your journal, I was the air you needed to breathe and without me, you would suffocate."
He pulled back slightly and removed his round glasses. "Hey, that was young adult me. I was rather poetic back then." He stated.
You puckered your lips before releasing his hands so you could wrap them around his neck. "Then let's go more recent. You wrote that I was someone for whom you would commit a selfless act. Who you would put even above yourself."
Stein didn't say anything, instead, his large hands removed the blanket from your legs so he could wrap them around your waist and heave you up in the air.
You squeaked slightly from the surprise and tightened your hold around his neck. "Stein, what are you-"
"I've missed you." He interjected, stepping out of the living room and down the hall to his laboratory.
Humming softly, you leaned forward so your face hid in the crook of his neck. While blowing air against his throat, you felt him shiver and another one arise when you kissed his skin tenderly.
"(Y/n)."
You sighed dreamily at hearing your name leave his mouth breathlessly. "I've missed you so much."
Arriving at his lab, the male set you down on the examining table and pulled back to gaze upon your features. His hands squeezed and caressed your thighs while breathing softly.
"If you would allow-" He leaned forward, letting his lips graze the shell of your ear lightly. "-I'd like to show you how much I missed you."
The insinuating tone to his voice had your tummy tingle and your throat swallow thickly. "I'm all yours."
Stein never made empty promises or turned back on his words. If he said he was going to show you how much he missed, he was going to give it his all.
He had leaned down from his tall stature and captured your lips with his. He was impatient, almost needy as his lips moved against yours.
You could taste him, that unforgettable tang from his tongue. Coffee and most importantly tobacco. You hated smoking or anything to do with cigarettes but when the taste came from his own mouth you desired more.
Your fingers played with his silver-grey locks, lightly tugging before entangling your fingers in them. The man pushed himself against you, desiring to feel your warmth and to feel your body against his.
A hand left your thigh only to creep up to your stomach and snake underneath the clothing item. He caressed your bare skin, dragging his calloused fingertips along your tummy.
The man was touched starved, deprived of any sort of contact for far too long. The sensation of touching your own skin drove him to a hunger he never knew he had.
Wasting no time he pulled back only so your top could be removed but once the appeal no longer shielded your bare body from the man's view his lips were back on yours.
The moment was feverish but also intimate, the two of you felt closer than ever. The information of Stein's true thoughts and feelings made the moment so much more special.
And since you now know what he always kept hidden, he didn't feel like he needed to hold anything back.
His hands removed the bra that supported your breast and replaced the garments with the rough texture of his palms.
The mad man was growing madder. A hunger that formed in the pit of his stomach grew, the longing to be as close to you as can be was overtaking his hazy mind.
Your childhood lover pulled back, the two of you panting, desperate for air but frantic for more. Stein removed his lab coat which was quickly followed by his stitched shirt.
His pale chest was all there for you to view. You soaked in the sight of the firm abbs that flexed when he sucked in a breath deeply.
Lightly you traced the long stitched mark that was wrapping around his left shoulder, down across his pectoral and ribs before reaching down to waistline by crossing over his lower abdomen.
You could feel his body shudder and see his adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. No matter how many times the two of you have seen each other's bodies, it felt like you were seeing them for the first time.
Always the both of you found something new on each other, something that you made sure to engrave into your minds.
Stein leaned down to kiss the middle of your throat, trailing wet kisses as he carefully removed your bottom and undergarment.
There was no shame, nothing to hide. He's known your body, every nook, and cranny since you were teens.
His lips trailed from your neck, down the valley of your breast, following the middle of your tummy until he reached between your legs.
Franken Stein was a starving man and you were the never-ending buffet he kept coming back to. He ravished your body, devouring your taste, your smell in an absolute bid of madness.
His name echoed from your lips, reverberating off your chest and ringing in his ears. Your regular voice just calling his name was enough to make his knees buckle.
But when you moaned it, wailing it out in submissions of pleads made everything in him weak. More, he had to give you more.
His fingers aided his mouth in his desire to express his longing for you. The other hand gripped onto a thigh as if attempting to mold the two of you together.
Bruises formed underneath his fingers tips, decorating your skin in markings of his unhinged eros. His hair was being pulled and tugged as his name rasped from your throat.
One time wasn't enough, it didn't satisfy his point of making you see how much he missed you. He brought you to the edge multiple stints, hearing your cries grow louder when he had your entire lower body quivering beneath him.
By the time he was satisfied with the number of your climaxes, you were already a mumbling mess. Sweat coated your skin, shimmering in the laboratory light.
Your breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling unrhythmically. Oh, how he drank in the sight of his lover in such a state.
The feelings, the sensations, all of it has never been as strong as it is when he is with you. And he wanted you to feel that.
The Meister didn't waste any time removing the remainder of his clothing so he was just as bare as you, just as vulnerable.
He held your face in his large hands, meeting your swollen lips with his again, tasting yourself as well as him.
This time it was slower but just as profound. In between every kiss he whispered your name breathlessly and relayed every bit of information that he loved about you.
Your eyes, your smile, your scent, your warmth. The list went on until your eyes glazed with tears.
I love you—and I love you so much—was repeated from your mouth like a broken record. Just saying it didn't feel like enough. No matter how many times you sounded it, you wanted to express it more.
You wrapped your legs around his hips, pushing him closer to you and eagerly begging for him to finally connect his body with yours.
His response was licking the smooth skin of your throat and decorating it in contusions, creating colorful blemishes on display for anyone to see.
When he had his fill, his hands intimately held onto your waist, his face inching down to your tummy where he placed wet kisses along with it.
All the while he enters himself inside, he hears the ragged gasp of amazement and content leave your lips.
Your lover reached deep, grazing against sensitive areas that had you jolt and quiver beneath. Just as desperate as he was when he ravished your body was just as frantic as his longing to bring you to another climax.
He rolled himself out, letting you feel every inch fade only for you to greedily devour him when he entered back in.
Not only could you hear his grunts and groans, but you feel those exhales along your tummy. It tickled you lightly, adding to the stimulation of his already sensual thrust.
Pleads and cries for more seemed to be the only thing you could say. Even though he was already so deep, kissing your body intimately, you wanted more like you wanted to be a part of him completely.
Your love for him held no bounds, it only grew like a lush forest left untouched. And the same for you could be said about the man who was unraveling above you.
His strong grips formed bruises underneath just as his mouth did on your abdomen. He wanted to swallow your moans down his throat just as much as he wanted to hear them.
Your nails dug into the soft flesh of his shoulders, creating crescent-shaped blemishes the closer you came to breaking the skin.
His groans grew louder, throatier when you reached your high. Singing his name like a melodic hymn, praising him like a divine god.
When it came time for his own high, he usually pulled out if he wore no contraceptive. But this time he made no indication of doing so.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around your body, holding you so tightly you could hear his heartbeat. When ecstasy filled his veins, he released inside.
And one point even whispered some words into your ear that were quick to rejuvenate you of your exhaustion.
"We're not stopping until I know you're pregnant."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"Hey, Stein."
The male hummed as he kept his gaze on your leg, massaging your tense muscles and smoothing out any knots.
He was kneeling in front of your frame that rested on the couch, playing with the ends of a small envelope.
"I received this newsletter in the mail the other day. Want to hear it?"
"Sure."
You used your nail to undo the glue and pulled out a few sheets of paper. Quickly skimming over the paragraphs, you nodded your head. "Hmm, well it says here... Oh my!"
The male's gaze flew to your face only to see you give him an ecstatic smile. Turning the paper around to face him, you spoke in a dainty voice.
"You're going to be a father."
His heart skipped a beat.
Stein had accepted the idea of having a child with you, just thinking of it as another part of his life. But as soon as he heard those words his throat closed.
He felt it—that joy that only you could give him surged through his veins. He felt enlightened, as if the world had opened a door to the universe's secret and allowed him to retain information no one else had ever done.
You leaned forward to place a soft smooch on his nose to gain his attention that had clearly wandered off. "Are you going to write about this in your journal?" You sought.
The man observed your frame for a second before shaking his head of silver-grey hair. "No." He murmured under his breath.
His hands rose from your leg to your hip, pulling you closer to his body. He neared his face to yours and basked in the sight of your twinkling eyes.
"I don't need the journal to understand how much I love you. I know that I am thankful and that I am elated."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐞
Phew, I thought I knew Franken Stein but turns out he ended up being much different than I remembered.
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꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
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The recruiter may tell you they can tell if someone can get PTSD or not and only recruit people like you, who won't. They're lying.
The recruiter may tell you you'll be too busy attending free college (!!) to go overseas. They're lying.
The recruiter may ask what countries you want to travel to and promise you bougie placements on military bases in those countries. They're lying.
Even "It's just four years!" is a lie - the government is allowed to hold you past your enlistment period with a stop-loss order.
The recruiter actually has zero power to decide anything that happens to you after you enlist and they more importantly don't care what happens to you.
If you enlist, you will be brainwashed to make you willing to do things to other humans that you would never be willing to do today.
You will be ordered to do things that will kill children. And you'll do them.
The military is not the only way or even the best way for you to go to college or start a career.
Military brainwashing will actually make you into a terrible university student because it degrades your ability to think critically and question your sources.
Having PTSD and/or a TBI will make it harder to be a student and keep a job.
Veterans' benefits suck these days.
Being a veteran drastically increases your risk of homelessness, suicide, alcohol and drug dependence, prison time, and becoming an abuser to your loved ones.
The military will expose you to chemicals that will drastically increase your chances of developing cancer.
The military will withhold information about your rights to conscientiously object after enlisting.
Face sitting would be this man’s heaven, being suffocated between your thighs as you grind and gush all over that pretty ass face. He don’t give a fuck how long you been going he would gladly eat you out until your begging him to stop, your legs get tired? Baby he would flip you over and eat it from the back so quick. Rounds on rounds on rounds with this fine ass man. #proudmunch
