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Cleaning

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X ReaDER

Rating Sexy + Sweet

Concept Cleaning Day

I smiled so happy to almost be finished with my work, sweeping my little twig broom across my wooden porch, all the while humming a sweet song to myself making sure to hold my dress a little so I wouldn't accidentally sweep it. When suddenly a smell found its way to my nose a scent I unfortunately knew. The horrific stench of hot sweat long allowed to wallow against skin, of unwashed skin, murky sour smelling mud and rotten clothing all of which had been sitting allowed to fester in the boiling new Mexico sun for god only knows how long. 

I couldn't help myself physically retching from the scent as I looked up seeing whitey Winn having arrived from his shift in the sheriff's office

"Mornin' Darlin"

"You know the rule whitey." I demanded using my broom to push his shoulder gently "six feet before whatever you got starts getting communicable"

"It ain't that bad!"

"When did you last bathe?"

For a moment he was puzzled leaning his hands on his gun belts "uuhhh few days ago?" He says not completely confident in his answer

"Why is that something you don't remember?"

"Busy" he shrugs

"You off from the office then?"

"Bills back, so he gave me a couple days off"

"Lovely, if you have a spare moment perhaps you could get started on the advanced Orwellian civilization growing in the old bowls and unwashed sheets inside that house of yours"

"it ain't that bad y/n"

"Really? cause I'm pretty sure I saw them britches of yours crawling out the front door trying to make a go of it themselves the other day" 

"Well maybe I need a hand from an expert" he smirked

"Oh because its a biohazard."

"No. maybe I just don't know where to start and need help of a good clean lady" He smiled 

"Maybe?"

"Maybe"

"On one condition"

"Agreed" He smirked 

"You don't know the condition?"

"I know ya. I know what it is. See you in a bit Darlin" he smiled blowing me a kiss and heading off towards his house.

I sighed and finished up cleaning up my house gathering up enough cleaning supplies to clean the whole mine. Gathering it all up as well as a cloth mask and some heavy duty gloves heading out my little house, and I saw Maggie on her porch 

"Hey y/n? ... there an outbreak of small pox?"

"No, Whitey is allowing me to clean"

"Ohh. Thank god. but you might be better just burn it down." 

"Well I'm gonna try" I nodded 

"Good luck" she says 

I headed towards the house immediately noticing the smell, the layer of dust and grime across every surface, the clothes and trash littered the floor, bowls and dishes across every surface and most of them where growing mould and such horrors. I think it would be easier to burn the place down. Whitey sat on his bed kicking off his boots and pulling off his sweaty dirty socks, he leant back on his arms and smiled at me "Hi darlin'" he cooes 

I physically wrenched and set my supplies down I grabbed a bucket filling it to the brim with water and taking it over setting it on the floor in front of him 

"what?" he chuckled but I carefully grabbed his jeans moving his legs so his feet in the bucket "Really?"

"Wash." I demanded 

"Fine" he sighed 

So I got to work running a wash tub and a whole sink full throwing dishes and clothes away using my strongest soap and strongest cleaners

"What the hell is this!" I complained grabbing a bowl from the floor seeing the utter forest of mould  

"Uhh it was rabbit stew"

"Stew? Whitey! this is enough of a civilization the fucking maggots are paying taxes!" I complained "This is getting thrown away. Immediately."

"It was Maggie's Bowl."

"She will understand" I explained throwing it away and getting back to my work "aahh! whitey!"

"Yeah?"

"what is this!" I complained as I picked up the crusty fabric 

"ahh... that's my rag"

"For what?"

"Dishes? Windows? Me? Shoes? anything really."

"You are disgusting" I sighed throwing it away 

"Well I don't have a pretty lady to look after my house" he shrugs "Bein' a single boy, and a busy deputy my house don't get cleaned a lot"

"so? you can clean"

"It' help ya get use to it. Then it'll be easy for ya to adjust after we get married"

"Ohh whitey if you think marriage is even on the table you are gonna have to learn how to sweep, and mop, and do dishes"

"But you look so pretty when you're workin', I wanna give ya lots of work to do"

"Whitey?"

"Fine. When I do some cleanin' we can get married?"

"I will clean this house completely today, and if you keep it clean to a decent cleanliness for two months then yes we can get married" 

"How clean is decent?" 

"I should be able to pop by unannounced and see the floor."

"all the floor?"

"Yes all the floor Whitey" I laughed "it should be clean enough that if I came to the office and said whitey lets have dinner together, you shouldn't shit yourself. and the house should need maybe a table clean a made bed and a few dishes done." I told him getting started on the piles of laundry 

"Ya drive a hard bargin" he says coming over I thought to assist but he meerly sat behind me and wrapped his arms around me "I really have to do all that?"

"Do you want to get married or not?" I laughed giving him a shove away "Six feet Mr Winn"

"I do wanna get married ya know I do. But... that's a lot of work"

"I'm already cleaning it for you all you have to do is keep it clean"

"for two months"

"Whitey. I don't ask for much" 

"I know ya don't" he says giving my cheek a kiss "Will you help me?"

"You get three life lines. over the two months"

"Thank you darlin'" he cooes 

"Come on, you're doing your own cow boy panties" I told him

"Alright" He sighed moving to sit beside me to clean his clothes too even if I had to help him a little with how to use the washboard, or how much soap he needs I finished up my stuff leaving the rest for him and heading to the dishes 

"Dear god, its alive" I complained making sure my gloves where far up my sleeves as I cleaned each and every dish 

"Clothes are done" he says coming and cuddling me 

"Good, you hung them up?" I asked pushing him away a little putting space between us

"Ohh no."

"Dry and put the pots away and I'll hang the clothes up" I told him as I finished the last dish 

"Alright" he sighed so I headed out with all the clothes most of which I had never seen given they where do dirty whitey hadn't worn them in months, and had been living in his one outfit for as long as I could remember I hung them all up on the line outside leaving them in the hot new Mexico sun 

"awww crisp white shirts" I smiled as I hung it up before I headed back inside refilling the wash tub with fresh clean water "whitey?"

"Yes darlin'"

"The house is nice and clean"

"Yeah looks lovely" He says 

"Now we have one other place to clean" I smiled splashing the water on him 

"I'm fine" he shrugs

"Whitey. take a bath." I told him "while I wash the floors."

"Do I have to?" he sighed 

"You'll get kisses" I cooed fixing his facial hair a little 

"Real kisses?" he smirked

"Humm umm" I nod

"Fine. Will my lovely lady help me?"

"I am not giving you a bath whitey. Even when we're married. if your very good you'll get a back rub after"

"Alright" he sighed sorting himself out for his bath, I quickly took his clothes and washed them adding them to the line, I got another big bucket and scrubbed the floor by hand 

"You're floor is white?"

"It is? Ohh. I thought it was black." he says as he scrubbed

"No it's white wood under here."

"Ohh,"

"You had no idea did you?"

"I did not."

"We are living in my house when we get married."

"I thought we'd move into that nice empty house on  the hill, with the nursey?" he smirked leaning on the rim of the wash tub

"will you keep that clean?"

"...Maybe"

"Then I'll think about it" I laughed as I finished up and quickly changed his sheets 

"Don't bother, ya can change them after" he smirked 

"I'll change them again" I told him using my bucket to dump hot water over his head 

"Alright," he chuckled 

and as I returned I happily took off my gloves and my mask taking a deep inhale "Ummmm Lovely" I smiled 

"I have to admit. its nice." he says climbing out his tub and sitting on his bed with the towel, "Smells nice too."

"You look ever so handsome whitey" I smiled sitting with him and giving him lots of little kisses 

"Ummm I finally get some attention now?" he cooes nuzzling with me too 

"Now your all clean" I smiled nuzzling up to him so we could cuddle "My handsome clean cowboy" 

"You're gonna make me bathe alot once we're married aren't ya?"

"Everyday"

"Everyday? really? fine... so long as my little lady loves me"

"Of course I will" I smiled "I'll always love you whitey. I would just prefer you be clean."

"if that's what it takes to have a beautiful wife" he says giving me a soft kiss "Are any of my clothes clean to get dressed into?"

"All your clothes are on the line. it's fine you can sit in your towel till somethings dry it won't take long"

"I'm sure we can think of somethin' we could do while we wait" he smirked kissing my neck 

"Alright, besides you owe me for cleaning"

"I know, I'm more then happy to pay up" he smirked 

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Sparring!Series - Part One: Sparring: Nick Amaro x Reader

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"You wanna go a few rounds?" Nick asked you, appearing alongside the punchbag you were beating the hell out of.

You were clad in athletic leggings, and a white off the shoulder Bon Jovi t-shirt you’d thrown on over a black sports bra. He’d lost count of the amount of times he had run his hands underneath that t-shirt, how good your skin felt underneath this palms. There was nothing he didn't love about you, and he knew what you needed.

Blowing off steam was the only thing that could sooth whatever demons were possessing you. You were pissed at him for leaving, for taking that undercover op without discussing it, angry at yourself for allowing those emotions to get hold of you like that because out of everyone you knew better.

You rarely lashed out, but Nick knew you needed to. He could help you channel that frustration into something better, make you let go of your defences so you would open up to him again.

"I'll go easy on you." Nick said purposefully as he stepped back onto the sparring mats.

You gave him that look, the one that said you were going to make him eat his words. He smiled because that had been his intention, rile you up so you could vent that anger before it morphed into something more toxic. You removed your boxing gloves, setting them down carefully before following him onto the mat. Nick opened his mouth to say something, but you were already in motion. You caught his arm in a vice-like grip, pulling it around your waist in order to throw him over your body.

A judo move, he recognized and a respected your decision to try to incapacitate him with one swoop. Nick dug in his heels and yanking his weight backwards. Nick's arm snaked around your slender throat, pulling you so that you were taut against the length of his body. His lips sought out that sweet spot just underneath the curve of your jaw.

"I'm back now." he murmured, tasting the salt upon your skin.

God Nick had missed being like this with you, being this close, feeling you pressed against him. Your elbow impacted with his solar plexus causing him to grunt at the abrupt pain as you lunged forward out of his arms, following it up with a kick that he dodged quickly by darting to the right.

It was clear you weren’t as forgiving as he had originally thought but he used this as an opportunity to gauge your progression. You were getting better. His interest in your developing skill set was purely selfish. You took on guys, bigger than you, carrying a lot more mass, he wanted you to be prepared, to be able to get yourself out of any given situation you may find yourself in.

Nick's moves consisted mainly of blocks and defensive postures as he fended off each one of your attacks with clinical calculation. He couldn't afford to go onto the offence and run the risk of actually causing you some real damage. He felt a fierce pride in how far you had come in the past few months, your diligence and training paying off.

Nick had had enough of this fight. He could see you were starting to lag. You were getting tired, your features flushed with exertion, that fury seemed to have filtered down to something more communicable. It seemed like an age since he had held you in his arms, since he'd kissed your pert lips and whispered the words 'I love you' in your ear.

His distraction allowed you to catch him off guard as you slipped under his arm and drove your shoulder into his muscular chest. His balance was all wrong and Nick ended up smacking down onto the mats, his gentle hands yanking you down on top of him as he hit the floor hard.

Nick found himself lying flat on his back, staring into the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen. Your thighs were straddling his hips as your body's moulded together. Your breathing was ragged, Nick could feel the pounding of your heart against his chest as his large hands roved along the curve of her spine.

"Hey." he said that charming grin spreading across his handsome features.

"God, I missed you." You muttered instead, burying your face into Nick's exposed throat.

Nick wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you closer against his solid form. It was good to have you with him again. He could never express how much he loved his fierce, passionate woman.

"Carino." he drawled, tugging your ponytail lightly. "I need you to get off me before Ezra’s new class starts.”

"We should probably get back to my apartment before someone sees me taking advantage of the fact I have you pinned down like this." You murmured, arching your hips slightly so you were rubbing against Nick’s demanding lower body.

"At least then they'd all know who you belong to." Nick told you before nipping that sexy, soft spot just under your earlobe.

"Nick..." You drew out his name like a love song as he fixed his hands upon your hips and thrust up against you.

"I know, I know." He groaned against your mouth, his hands gripping your ass as he rolled his hips against your core. "We shouldn't do this here we could get caught. Anyone could walk right in and see me with my hands all over you."

"Stop making it sound so appetising." You muttered.

You were desperately trying to be the reasonable one here, but his warm, firm hands felt so good upon your skin. His cock was already erect and wanting, you could feel it as he ground against you sending a deviant thrill up your spine.

"Did you say stop?" Nick asked you as his hands chased up along the outline of your waist until his palms cupped your breasts, his thumbs teasing over your hardening nipples through the t-shirt. "Because carino, I don't think you want me to stop."

Your hands covered his, halting his ministrations before you looked down at him, eyes burning with arousal as you spoke.

"Take me home."

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#5

Bed Bug - Part 2 of 3

slut shaming but also slut praising?

Enjoy Part 1 before reading!

“I can’t believe him, he didn’t even respond to my texts last night! It's so rude of him-typical man baby.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Like when someone texts you, it’s common courtesy to answer them! Especially if they're upset! It's just childish-really.” 

“Uh-huh,” you sighed again, brushing through your hair with your fingers. Over and over again in the mirror, while you stared blankly at your reflection. 

Your lips hadn’t felt the same since you’d kissed him, tingled even, you’d already looked up the symptoms for multiple communicable diseases. Since it was apparent he got around, but none of the things you felt were them… 

Kylo Ren had kissed you. 

And it wasn’t a sweet soft kiss either, it was bone-rattling, disgusting, wet, and sloppy with his full force behind it. 

And now, you listened to his ex or whatever she was complaining about him not approaching her at all since you left the frat house. She wasn’t even suspicious of you when you gave her the news that he read the message! 

And didn’t blink twice when Kaydel arrived looking disheveled as hell, she had marks on her neck that resembled an animal attack. 

You watched her slink through the common rooms with a limp that you could only assume was from blunt force trauma. 

Given what he was packing that morning… 

You shook your head, no. 

He was bad news. 

It was a one-time thing-a fluke! He had plenty of other girls to run through and you made a firm choice that you wouldn’t be one of them. 

You quickly got dressed for the Sunday meeting of the greek council, everyone in greek life was required to attend if they were in a leadership seat. 

And you were, handpicked by the club president to represent your pledge class out of 20 other girls who joined. You were flattered-and it meant you could hang out with the upperclassmen. Connections blooming between generations of bigs and littles, you had to look your best. 

You were representing a group of girls who depended on you, even if you didn’t say much at meetings. 

You got dressed in your pink and white gingham, house colors, and slipped on your heels. Smearing on some gloss before heading downstairs. You waved goodbye to your friends and stopped at the doorway where Bazine and Kaydel were waiting. 

Kaydel looked stressed as all hell, wearing a turtleneck in the fall heat. Bazine in a frilly polka dot mess that made your eyes hurt just looking at it, they looked you over. 

“That’s cute,” Kaydel gestured to the dress. 

Bazine rolled her eyes, “In a picnic table sort of way… Let’s go, I need to talk to Kylo before we start.” 

You gulped, Kylo would be there. 

Expecting a… hug. 

———— 

“Come on,” Bazine dragged you by the wrist, “I want a seat up front.” 

You bobbed and weaved through the multiple groups of sororities and fraternities, grabbing your nametag at the check-in table. Everyone dressed in their Sunday best, you waved a hand over at your friends who pledged with other clubs. Rose with her older sister Paige sitting with Red One, and Phasma with the Imperials, older clubs. You quickly followed Bazine and Kaydel as you found your table. 

Draped with signs from your upcoming charity pancake event, with the First Order brothers, and a few refreshments from the school. 

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104 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#4

Could you write a piece on Frat boy Kylo/ Fuck boy Kylo. Like y/n is in a sorority but she’s a quite girl so Kylo see’s here as a conquest. But falls for her

wrote this while listening to this song on repeat, I hope you enjoy it.

also, no taglist because no one interacts anyway!

I made a little sign for it because I felt like it needed some cover art :)

ALSO ALSO, we are sorority girls (sisters) and sororities have paired fraternities (brothers) so the First Order is our brother frat. AND, Xi is pronounced ‘Z’ in the Greek alphabet and is the nickname of our sorority we are in. which is called the Xi Wings (like x-wings but not).

The house is a mess.

Walk through the front door, that's held on by barely three screws and smearing in maybe... eggs? Greeted by a dark brown leather couch that has someone slumped in it, maybe sleeping off a hangover? A blue bucket by their head in case of emergency, god knows you wouldn't use the bathroom here.

Leftover gym equipment is scattered around a faded green pong table, with leftover cups that were filled with beer maybe 12 hours ago. Pong balls litter the floor, crunching under your shoes as you walk on the equally crunchy flooring.

A hallway comes next, narrow and without a light. Was punched out a few weeks ago during a fight that resulted in the faded bulb shattering someone's fist. Fluorescent lights blind your vision while you enter the next rooms, the kitchen, and the back living area. Where someone has dragged the backseat of a minivan’s chairs into the middle of the floor, faded and green with stains and other items that make you want to gag. 

The stove is cracked in the front. 

The counters are sticky and smell like someone spilled Malibu rum all over the glasses, and a stray glass of orange juice sits precariously by the edge of the sink. And also a jack o’ lantern, that someone took a bite out of? 

You huffed a sigh and stepped over the glass on the linoleum before peering over the crowded kitchen island. Spying more bodies scattered on the floor of the back living area. String lights strobing over the darkened windows, covered in the fraternities flags, to keep people from peering in on them, apparently. 

One-two-three… 

“Hey,” you cleared your throat, holding tight to the strap of your shoulder bag, “Hey, guys?” 

A chorus of groans responded to you, along with two of the three lumps moving under blankets or jackets. The beanbag occupant rolled so you could see their face, green eyes. Not who you were looking for.

“What,” a burp, you could smell it from where you stood, “What the fuck, Xi”

You purse your lips, looking around the rest of the kitchen instead of answering. You were just doing your job-checking on the brothers to see if they were breathing… and didn’t do too much damage to the house. It was essential recruitment 101, you were the newest so you had to do the dirty work for monitoring the brother fraternity. 

“I-I was just checking on you guys, Bazine t-told me I had to follow up with the president?” 

Another groan, green eyes rubbing his face with a suspiciously dirty-looking hand. You stepped back into the crunchy kitchen, “Sorry-I just let myself in…I can come check later?” 

“Nah,” he shot off the bean bag, launching his hands to his knees before taking a disgusting-wet breath. Your nose scrunched, preparing to watch this man throw up all over himself… how hard did these guys party last night? 

“Sorry,” green eyes stood up, running a hand through his short, curly hair, “I’m not mad, just seems early for one of the checks. Are you new?” 

You popped your lips, arms crossed over your chest. Wounded, only a little, maybe, he didn’t recognize you? After rush and pledge week, you’d been around him dozens of times, and introduced yourself to him, albeit that was when he was drunk… You smiled, raising your hand to move on and try and make a better impression, “Yes,” regretting putting your hand out when he took it with his gross one. 

“Kuruk,” he pointed to his chest. 

You feigned a smile, of course, Kuruk.

“So, you’re looking for our fearless leader?” Kuruk chuckled, stepping past you barefoot on the broken glass. He didn’t even flinch! You spun around and walked around the mess, determined to get this over with and let the president know your message. “He’s probably upstairs in his room, sleeping off a wicked hangover. That guy went too hard,” he laughed again while you followed him throughout the various dirty rooms. 

Grabbing items along the way, you cringed as he lit up a glass-blown pipe, smelly weed crumbled in an end. He didn’t hesitate to smoke some right in front of you, thank goodness for him blowing it away from you… 

And then walking through it. 

You stepped over various obstacles, from a full-grown man to a pile of women’s high heels that must’ve been left here throughout their parties. Softly saying sorry every time your boot hit the edge of someone's shoulders, or squashed that one girl's pinkie… 

It felt like you’d been walking forever until you came to the top of the stairs. You were faced with a long hallway littered with trash, and a mirror on the floor for some reason. You followed him right up to the sharpied black front door at the end. 

Kuruk turned to you, pausing his raised fist to knock, “Be careful, he has a lizard and it bites.” 

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123 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#3

what goes up must come down - masterlist

Summary: Your phone rang with a photo, grainy and dark. Showing a darkened room with flashing strobe lights and a musty-looking couch, a pair of long legs bent over the edge, black jeans pulled open.

A pair of small hands on top of strong thighs, sucking on the culprit's cock like it held onto all the secrets of the universe...

Too bad it belonged to your boyfriend and future father of your child.

mind the tags: kylo ren x reader, kylo ren x female reader, previous lovers, Slow burn to love, Happily Ever After, Smut, All the Smut, quick smut scenes, kylo is an ass, we are terrible, kylo and reader have a child, child is 6 years old, Nyx Ren original character, Tobacco use, mention of rape, thats why the rape noncon tag is on, but no rape ensues, Getting Back Together, Abandonment, Mention of previous relationships, kylo sleeps with other women, kylo gets a blow job from another woman, but its a flashback, not mentioned in great detail, Kylo is a dad, i love dad kylo ren, hes trying to connect with his child

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

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chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

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130 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#2

Will You?

Welcome to the content dump, where I'm clearing out my WIP folder from my YEAR of writing fanfic... so be ready for a bunch of random posts that don't fit together and have no central plot other than me wanting to write a one-shot that was so specific I had to just get it out.

Supreme Leader garbage, order up.

TW/CW: mild NSFW, mention of injury, lite-angst, fluff is there too, this is sappy shit, established relationship, Kylo doesn't enjoy telling people his personal information, female reader insert, swearing.

Here is the Mega Masterlist, the Kylo Ren Masterlist, and the Supreme Leader Masterlist (this is currently my hyperfixation) :)

“Hey���could you come down to the medbay for a little bit? We’re having a situation.” 

You sat up in bed, tablet squished between your shoulder and ear. “Yeah what’s going on?” 

A sigh, “Look, just come down and I’ll fill you in when you get here.” 

Hanging up, you rolled off the bed. Walking to your closet, pushing past all of Kylos robes to find your clothes. You made a mental note to have a droid come down and remove all his stuff. Since you kicked him out yesterday evening, you weren’t expecting him to come back. You threw on some black leggings, boots, and a long-sleeve black shirt. Ruffling your hair so it didn’t look like you had just laid in bed and cried for 14 hours. 

When you arrived at the bay everyone was scattered around. Nurses and doctors shuffling patients all over the place. You made it to the front desk, patiently waiting for Kate and Christopher. Your old coworker, and an ex-boyfriend. It had been about 6 months since you ‘resigned’ from working, which was all Kylos doing. He didn’t like you not being available for him 24/7. 

Kate turned to you, a thick file in her hands. She looked exhausted, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she looked at you. Chris was no better, glaring at you while he had his arms crossed. Both of them looked very pissed off at you. 

“Look,” Kate sighed, rubbing her temples with her free hand, “I’m going to be blunt, and I need you to answer honestly. Are you dating the Supreme Leader?” 

Your eyes widened, mouth gaping as you tried to think of a response. Kylo had never called you his girlfriend, he referred to you as his ‘cum bucket’ ‘little girl’ or even the occasional ‘princess’ if he was feeling nice. He definitely didn’t want people knowing he was fucking you daily. Saying that he didn’t want to put you in danger, but he barely gave you affection that wasn’t a ploy to get inside you. You swallowed, crossing your arms defensively, “No. I’m not dating, or have ever dated the Supreme Leader.” 

“Okay,” she groaned, “Well I need you to come with us.” 

You trailed down the hallway, everyone staring at you as you followed. Mostly faces of pity, and fear, especially the closer you got to the issue. Kate paused in front of the doorway, turning to you again. 

“So here’s the issue,” She stared you down, “The Supreme Leader was admitted this morning, after collapsing on the bridge. He was brought in kicking and screaming while bleeding profusely from a wound on his side. He also sustained a significant amount of damage from his fall and a recent combat he returned from yesterday evening.” 

You nodded along, waiting to see where you came into this. 

Chris cleared his throat, “They also believe he broke his knee, but he won’t let anyone touch him. He’s attacked three medics and keeps ripping out his IV.” 

“And,” Kate mumbled, “He also threatened to kill Chris, because ‘he was the reason you dumped him’.” 

“When he came in he was begging for someone to go get you, and began to get violent when we told him unless you were his emergency contact we couldn’t involve an ex-medic.” 

Suddenly the door slid open, revealing a very angry Kylo Ren. His chest was rising and falling in shallow bursts, face red and sweaty. Blood seeping through his armor, he immediately hissed at the two medics. “If you even so much as touch me I will rip off your limbs one by one-.” 

“Kylo Ren!” You shouted, moving around Kate and Chris. Standing directly in front of him, scowling up to his face. “Is that how you fucking talk to people? Hmm?” 

His eyes immediately dilated, taking in a short wet breath. Shoulders dropping in defeat, “No.” He wiped his nose, sniffling away small tears that slipped through. “I didn’t think you’d come.” 

“Well,” you shrugged, “I didn’t know you were so injured. Now get back in that bed and let them help you.” 

Kylos hand reached out, attempting to grab your wrist. But you ripped away from him, walking into the room. Standing directly next to the bed, face neutral as he watched you avoid him. 

“Come here,” you growled through your teeth. 

He slowly limped over to you, his own face now holding a scowl. Sitting down loudly next to you, his eyes not leaving your face. You looked over at your friends, who were still out in the hallway, “So, we aren’t dating. We never have-.” 

Kylo butt in, “Yes we are.” 

“No, we aren’t,” you groaned, “You have specifically told me that under no circumstance am I to tell people that we were sleeping together.” 

He clicked his tongue, “Well I’m not the one who kicked me out of our shared chambers...” 

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Live Theif

Requested by @bitweird1: Hey! Would you be willing to take a request for Dylan Gardner?❤ He's been in some of Shane Dawson's videos❤ I completely understand if not!❤

Pairing: Dylan Gardner x reader

Warnings: Swearing, some spoilers to this video if you have yet to see it, fluff, me not proofreading and probably overusing words

Note: I couldn’t find a gif of Dylan so I made one on my own using the fastest gif thingy I could ack, so please credit me if you use the gif of him This was supposed to be out the day I finished the Midari request I’m so sorry 1) I couldn’t think of a tittle and 2) The ending was unnecessary and random, but I enjoyed writing it so hush

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Shane started his video with Dylan, or at least the section that Dylan first showed up in. Y/n waited in the background, joining in once Portillo was introduced. 

“His name is Portillo. I named him after a hot dog restaurant, and he is our son.” Dylan picked up the small but cute doggo. Y/n sneaked over, smiling at her boys and rubbing Portillo’s head.

“Aaaaaaaand, he’s blind.” Shane added.

“And he’s blind.”

Shane reached over and held his hand in front of the small dog, “He literally probably thinks I’m just one big burrito.”

The group chuckled and allowed Shane to explore their bedroom, which Dylan showed him the way too. Y/n pet Portillo one last time before following her boyfriend and their guests. Shane introduced his camera to the room as it’s second name, the recording studio, with his voice showing his awe.

He turned the camera to the pool, revealing the pink flamingo floaty. “That’s so fucking me-”

“I feel like we’re in a Ke$ha music video.” Ryland pointed out. The four laughed and Shane did his infamous wheeze, causing them to laugh a tad bit more.

Y/n walked over to Dylan as Shane continued with his video. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled into him and he put his arms around her waist in response. She mumbled softly into his neck, “Are you gonna need any help?”

He shrugged and kissed her forehead. “Possibly. Do you wanna stay or do you wanna do something else?”

Shane and Ryland were still gushing about the music, giving the other couple a small amount of time to chat. Y/n turned her head as little as possible, viewing the queens youtube couple talk before turning back to Dylan. “I think I can stay for a while.”

Dylan nodded and rubbed her back. The conversation coming from their right stopped, the room filling with silence. Shane was the first to speak up, switching from his gush with the room and music to his awe over the young lovers. “Shit, you guys are so cute! Ryland doesn’t hug me like that.”

Ryland scoffed with a smile, “I do too! You just don’t stop moving enough for me to hug you that long.”

An awkward silence broke just as quick as it was built. Y/n broke into laughter and separated from Dylan, walking over and hugging Ryland while they both laughed. Shane raised his eyebrows and burst into laughter himself. They all took a second to cool down before saying anything else.

Dylan walked over to his computer and sat down. He rested his chin on the backside of his hand which was being supported by his elbow on his desk. Y/n excused herself to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water for the group. Drinking water before singing was sometimes a large help for her and Dylan, so she made sure to grab four glasses.

When she returned, Dylan was sitting on the chair with his guitar and was responding to something Shane said, “I feel like ‘Ass Picking’ needs finger picking,” he snickered.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at the awkward timing. Shane chuckled to Dylan’s reply, “Me!” The guys turned their head s a bit, catching sight of Y/n and laughing even harder at her confused expression.

They calmed a bit, allowing Dylan to find a tune that could work. “Let’s see, uh-” He played a few cords but stopped when a question popped into his head. “What are your guys’ ranges? I mean we can wor-”

Shane turned the camera to Ryland when he laughed and moved his arms around. Ryland, making a joke but still being serious, admitted quickly, “Nothing! Zero!”

“What vibe are we feeling? Are we feeling bop, hiphop?”

The camera turned around to Shane, "I mean I’m always feeling bop, but that’s just how I was born.” He turned the camera to Ryland, indicating that it was his turn to speak.

“I mean, I can’t do anything, so whatever’s easiest,” he confessed, chuckling nervously.

Shane turned the camera very very close to his face and made an purposely awkward smile. He put his hand on the side of his head, “That’s why I’m with you.” He got up and moved to the front of the bed, saying hello to Y/n and continuing with his video, “Okay so, I think we need to test our ranges?”

Dylan smiled and held his guitar, “Ah let’s do it.”

The reply made Shane laugh slightly, “So we have your microphone set up,” he turned the camera to the microphone against the wall, extending his arm to gesture to it. He moved his arm back and put his hand on his chin. “We’re one by one gonna get in front of it-” He nervously wheezed at himself, Dylan and Y/n following thanks to Shane’s unintentional humor. “There’s a lot of glass I’m gonna break.”

“Wait!” The boys turned to Y/n as she hopped of the bed and grabbed the studio headphones. She stood by Dylan and waited, “Okay you can go to the mic now, let me untangle these real quick.”

Shane nodded and put his face in front of the microphone, “Hellur-” He pulled away from it and gasped, “Ooo!”

Everyone laughed at his surprise, even himself. They took a few seconds to regain themselves before they would continue with the video. Y/n handed Dylan the headphones and rested her chin on his shoulder, moving out of the way for the guitar. “Want some honorary headphones?” He passed them to Shane when he gasped again and answered yes.

The man put the headphones on. “Oh my god, I’m a pop-star!” Another gasp.

Y/n giggled and checked her phone, deciding she’d let the guys have some time together for the video. Dylan had already moved back to his chair, so she leaned down and kissed him softly. When she pulled away, she informed him that she would be outside for a bit and to text her if she needed anything. The guys said goodbye and resumed what they were previously doing.

The next thing she knew, some time had passed and the four of them were taking a walk. Unknown to Shane’s viewers, the walk wasn’t just for their “creative juices”, but for lunch too. Packed in the studio all day, they were starting to get hungry. Y/n agreed to go with them, excited to finally hang out for a while without feeling like she was interrupting anything.

Shane turned the camera to himself, “Alright guys, we’re taking a walk to get our ‘creative juices flowing’!” He moved his arm back, allowing the camera to catch Y/n and Dylan walking side by side and hand by hand in it’s frame. Dylan smiled at the camera, smiling even wider when Y/n blushed and hid her face in his shoulder as much as she could while walking. “My song is pretty much d-”

Ryland sneezed loudly. It caught Shane off guard and he widened his eyes. "Shit.” Shane turned the camera to Ryland, who just kept walking after he cursed at his sneeze.

Dylan and Y/n started giggling when Shane quickly pointed the camera at himself and aggressively joked, “I should’ve added that in the diss track! You interrupting me with your sneeze! I know.” Sighing, still jokingly, he shook his head and returned to his calmer persona, saying what he was originally going to say. “So my song is pretty much done, yours,” he moved the camera to Ryland and pointed at him, then switching it back to himself, “we haven’t even really started yet, so we have to go back and do that.” The camera, once again, was moved to face Ryland.

“I have some ideas.” He smiled, closed his eyes, and walked a bit faster to get in front of Shane/out of the frame.

Dylan spoke up and Shane moved the camera to view Dylan and Y/n. “We set the bar very high with this last song. It’s- it’s gonna be pretty fun.” Y/n smiled, proud of her boyfriend and their friends. She gripped his hand a bit tighter, to which he smiled back and lifted their hands, kissing her’s lightly.

“Yeah I don’t know how you’re gonna top this...you bottom.” Y/n and Dylan broke into laughter with Shane and Ryland, both their cute moment and the moment of pride for Shane ruined in a good way. Shane decided it was time to stop recording and get lunch like they originally planned.

They stopped by a taco bell. Oops how’d that get there? Shane offered to pay, asking everyone what they wanted and then going to order. Y/n and Dylan found a booth and sat next to each other. Y/n got out her phone and an idea found it’s way into her head. It wasn’t often that she went live on instagram, but this just seemed like the perfect moment.

She took a photo of Dylan being distracted, then of her kissing Dylan’s hand, and finally, one of Ryland scrolling through his phone. She posted all three with the caption, “Going live!” After it had been successfully posted, she did as she promised and went live.

“Hello everybody! We’re in taco bell, of course, and we’re taking a break from a video that we’re recording. Well Shane’s recording, but still.” She moved the phone so it leaned against the wall, allowing the viewers to see all three of them. Y/n, out of habit, set her hand on the table and leaned in to Dylan when he slipped his hand into hers. The chat went wild and Ryland pointed it out.

“Wow, people really like you guys, don’t they.” The couple giggled and Y/n leaned over to see the chat. She nodded and flushed red. Comments poured in ever so quickly. It was hard to read them due to how many there were at a time.

Some said, “Wow you guys are so cute!” Others, “I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP” and so many more. It spread a warm feeling to Y/n’s heart as well as a blush on her and Dylan’s faces.

The comments started to switch from them, to “SHANE DAWSON!!”, etcetera. All three of them moved their heads and laughed their asses off at Shane’s confused yet proud moment.

“Did I like- interrupt something?”

Y/n giggled and shook her head, taking her food and thanking Shane. “No, I just went live and ya know...did what I would normally do with Dylan...”

“You just normally blush so hard you look like a tomato?”

The four cracked up again, Dylan nodded at Ryland’s observation. “Yep, every time.” Y/n opened her mouth and scoffed, feigning offence. “But a cute tomato.” Dylan smiled. It made her smile too, but that smile was replaced with the same fake offence when he reached over and bit into her food.

“Shane! Make him stop!”

“Oh honey, he’s not the right person to make Dylan stop.” Ryland continued eating his food, acting as if he didn’t say anything.

“What do you mean?”

Ryland looked up from his food. “I leave food in the fridge so I can eat it later, and someone, cough cough Shane, eats it.” He paused, eating another bite, “Just take his food. An eye for an eye.”

Y/n smiled mischievously and looked over to Dylan’s food. A different idea seemed more exciting. “Nah, it’s okay.”

“You sure babe?” Dylan looked over to her.

“Yeah, it’s totally fine.” She cuddled back into him and held his hand, bringing it up as if she were about to kiss it, then licking from his wrist to his hand. Shane, Ryland and her laughed as Dylan groaned and wiped the saliva onto his shirt.

“I guess next time, don’t steal her food.”

“What Ryland said.”

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

You’re Invited

Is Karrion Kross going to walk out of Takeover XXX as NXT champion? Given how NXT seems to be keeping their championships on heel characters (Cole, Ciampa, Bayzsler, O’Reilly/ Fish, Andrade, and even Io was technically a heel when she won) whereas babyface characters are lucky to get more than one successful defence (Gargano, Black, McIntyre, Ember Moon, Sane, Ripley, Zayn), I’d say that there’s a very high probability that we’re looking at a new champ this weekend. 

So in anticipation of that, I thought it was a good time to post a fic I wrote featuring Kross and, of course, Scarlett. Mind ye the content warnings, for there is much filth to be found within.

Pairing: Karrion Kross + Scarlett Bordeaux x reader

Word count: 3,980

Content warnings: graphic sexual content

It was bad enough when all you had to deal with was hearing them but now they insist- she insists- on leaving the door at least partially open so that you get an eyeful every time you head back to your glorified cupboard at the end of the hallway. Anyone could see them, of course, and you know that others have. Even people who have no business wandering down the dimly lit passage get drawn there by the noises, the desperate moans and animal grunts that echo there every night, sometimes more than once a night. With the number of couples working at NXT and the number of gorgeous singles besides, outbursts of passion are pretty common but no two people are as proud, as horny or as crazily into each other as Karrion Kross and Scarlett Bordeaux. Their lascivious teasing in the ring is the mildest type of foreplay for them, practically Victorian compared to what they’re like backstage. They spend so much time banging each other you’re amazed they can walk, much less wrestle. Every time you notice them at the Performance Center gym, you wonder why they bother because it’s pretty clear they’re getting a more intense workout elsewhere.

Everyone is aware of what they’re like, either because they’ve “caught” them in the act or because they’ve heard the stories from half a dozen people who have. But no one’s quite as aware of it as you are because you’re the one who’s job actually requires you to walk past their shared dressing (more like undressing) room. It’s no surprise that management stashed them away in a place where almost nobody had to go. They clearly knew what they were in for and figured they’d give them what privacy they could. Unfortunately for you, you’re the “almost” in “almost nobody” and somehow every single time you shuffle or scurry past, they’re going at it like they’re in heat.

At first, you figured that they just spent every minute they weren’t in the ring or on camera fucking. It seemed possible. But lately you’ve come to realize that part of what they’re doing is for show and the show is intended for an audience of one. An audience of almost nobody.

For about the first week, you’d hear what was going on and creep past the door, shame coating you like you’d just sneezed all over yourself. You’d take extra care with your little tray of specimens as you slunk into what was fancifully referred to as your lab before you closed the door, letting it shut millimeter by millimeter so that even dogs couldn’t have heard the latch click. But somehow, she’d heard. Perhaps she could just sense you there, the weird little lab tech testing the blood and spit and urine to make sure everyone is healthy and no one was juicing. (Unofficially, you also test to make sure no one’s picked up anything communicable because with the amount of hookups that happen between employees, anything of that sort could become an epidemic in short order.)

So it wasn’t long before you found yourself making your way down the hallway with your usual mix of shame and dread only to find the two of them going at it with the door partway open, She was on his lap, riding him like she was trying to pump water out of a leaking boat, like lives depended on her success. Her back was pressed to his chest, his teeth gnashing against her milky flesh, every muscle and vein in his powerful neck defined. One of his arms was wrapped snugly around her tiny waist while he furiously manipulated her pussy with the fingers of his other hand. Snarls and growls that sounded like something rising from the dark center of the Earth emanated from him while she moaned in a perfect mix of ecstasy and desperation. She clung to the door handle with one elegant, white-knuckled hand and as her keening began to reach what you already recognized as its final stage, she tilted her head towards you and opened her eyes. She stared directly into you where you had stopped, frozen and mesmerized by what you were seeing. She hitched her hips just a little, delaying her climax a moment and giving you a good look at the size of him as he drove into her, giving you an opportunity to marvel that her petite, doll-like frame could even accommodate him. Finally, she let out a sort of yowl, loud even for her, as she shattered around him, eyes still fixed on yours. Her tongue passed hungrily over her bee-stung lips that curved into a knowing, sadistic smile. His pace, already punishing, became frantic and your natural self-consciousness overtook you and propelled you into your airless closet. You barely managed to get the box of samples you were carrying to the table before it slipped from your hands. You were gasping for air as if you were the one would been getting fucked by a wild brute, hands shaking and wondering why the hell she’d felt the need to involve you, however indirectly, in their intimate moment.

Possibly, she’d found it curious that someone as resolutely unglamorous as you had found her way into a business like this. You weren’t ugly and you liked to think that you jazzed up your unremarkably pretty features by being a little hip- shaggy asymmetrical haircut, layers of vintage clothes that exaggerated your dowdiness to the point of eccentricity. Perhaps she found you funny and peculiar and that made her curious to see how you’d react to getting a close look at their godly beauty and passion.

Perhaps she’d heard that you’d recently broken up with your wrestler boyfriend, who was way too hot to be with you to begin with, that he’d dumped your ass by telling you that he’d been banging someone else for the last four months of your seven-month relationship, and she figured that it would be fun to tease you or to remind you of where you stood on the beauty scale in this place. Maybe her bitchy character wasn’t an act.  

More likely, she’d figured out that you were a captive audience and the idea of having another set of eyes on her, a witness to just how unbelievably gorgeous she and her husband were, was a turn on. Maybe she’d even calculated that someone like you was likely to have a bit of a perverted voyeuristic streak and figured that she might be able to blackmail you if she needed something from you in the future.

If that was what she’d figured, you’re embarrassed to admit how right she was. You’ve taken to bringing a change of underwear to work because seeing them leaves you soaked every time. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced, the way the electricity shoots through your body and once your work is done, once you’re confident you’re alone and they’ve gone, you’ve frequently taken to getting yourself off to relieve just a bit of the pressure building up inside you. You come so fast it’s humiliating, like you’ve turned into a pubescent boy, going off at the moment of contact. You don’t want to think about how much trouble you’d be in if you got caught like this, fingers buried in your pussy, thumb feverishly swirling around your clit, the room filled with filthy, slurping sounds as you give yourself that little release.

You’ve tried just slinking past the door without pausing to admire them, watching their amazing bodies writhe and smack against each other, but you can’t. The second time you saw them, he had her splayed out on a table on her stomach in front of him, massive hands curled around her thighs as he slammed into her with such force you couldn’t fathom how the table didn’t collapse, You drank in the expanse of his back, how the lines of his tattoos subtly highlighted the muscles underneath, his sculpted ass, his perfectly round balls as they slapped against her again and again, the sinful, wet sound making you dizzy. Aware that you were on the verge of collapse, you’d quickly tried to walk away but an upward shift in her mewling as you made to leave had you turning back. Her face was flat on the table, turned back so that she could see him taking her but also, although you couldn’t figure out how, so that she could see you. She wanted you there as she came, screaming, on his cock, a perfect flush creeping up her neck and onto her creamy cheeks. This time, you stayed to watch the full performance, falling back weakly against the wall. You imagined yourself underneath them, tongue working over their joined sex, the feeling of both of their juices coating your face as they cum.

While you wouldn’t characterize yourself as vanilla, exactly, the fantasies you have about being with the two of them are like nothing you’ve ever dreamt. In those fantasies, you’re the kind of person who’s bold enough to just walk in as they’re giving you their regular show, confident that this is what they’ve been wanting from you. You picture her rising to greet you, easing herself off his engorged cock and pushing you to your knees in front of him. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, she stands behind you and pushes your mouth down on him, rocking you back and forth, having you suck the taste of her off him and forcing you further down until you’ve taken all of him in, your throat constricting, tears and spit leaking from you as you cast your eyes up, wanting to know that you’re doing a good job. And the fiery look in his eyes would tell you that you are doing a very good job, and he’d give an almost imperceptible nod to her, which she understands as a sign to slide her hand between your legs, where she starts fingering you with the skill of a concert violinist. The fantasy ends as you cum, your whole body shuddering in waves that roll from the inside out, which triggers his release, the liquid pouring into your throat with such force that it backs all the way up into your mouth. Behind you, Scarlet gives a satisfied purr and pushes all her fingers inside your engorged pussy, rocking deep into you and letting you ride out the cascade of aftershocks of your orgasm.

Tonight, you’re worked even harder than usual. Not only is there the standard battery of post-match tests but you’re given a list of secondary tests done by an outside lab that need to be checked against yours. This is always a pain, lining up one set of numbers against the other, checking for inconsistencies in the columns of results. At the best of times, this is challenging because of the attention to detail required but tonight, as if she knows what you’re facing, Scarlet decides to make it even more difficult for you to think about your work.

You can hear the sounds from well off and your feet grow heavy, like you’re walking through treacle, desperately wanting to get to your safe room but knowing that you’re going to be transfixed as you always are. And she’s truly pulled out all the stops. She’s completely nude, draped over a chair, legs open wide so that you have your first clear view of her pussy, as perfect and manicured and velvety as the rest of her. She’s shockingly quiet, which is even more unnerving than her being loud, as he kneels in front of her and buries his face between her legs.

Almost immediately, she shifts so that you can have a better view of what he’s doing, his tongue swirling around her opening and then thrusting inside her, languidly at first and then with increasing force, her jaw dropping as if she’s about to scream, but only strangled sounds come out. Then she’s staring at you with a crazy, lusty expression, playing with her nipples and bucking her hips against his mouth.

“God it’s so good,” she squeals, pinching and twisting her little red orbs hard enough that you can feel a ghost pain in your own. “Fuck it’s so good.”

Her husband gives her an appreciative growl but it’s you she’s staring at when she says it. Without shifting her seductive glance, she runs her fingers down her body and gently separates her pussy lips, giving him greater access and giving you an even better view as his mouth and tongue- no less impressive a muscle than any of the others in his godlike body- work their magic on her, moving inside and out like quicksilver until she practically levitates from the chair and releases an obscene kind of howl.

He makes sure she’s good and finished before he rises, fist already pumping his impressive erection, twisting and jerking until he releases over her face and chest. Seeing her there, running her fingers over the liquid on her skin, her eyes cast lovingly up at him, and her lips, glazed with his cum, settling into a blissful smile, you think she’s the most desirable thing you’ve ever seen.

This time when you stumble back into your office, there’s no waiting, you push down your pants and your underwear and fuck yourself to orgasm three times in quick succession, your mind so full of the disgusting things you want both of them to do to you that you can hardly separate one image from the next. You lay on the floor panting and trying to collect yourself for an indeterminate period of time before you hear a strange thud against the door. It doesn’t sound like a knock but you open the door anyway, only to be greeted by Scarlet’s confident, smiling face only inches from your own.

“I’m so sorry, I tripped on my heel,” she tells you. He’s standing a few feet away, eyes zeroed in on you and smirking, confirming that he’s fully aware of what’s been going on, even if he hasn’t been as obvious about it as she has.

She keeps smiling and you see her nostrils twitch just a little, painfully aware of what scent she’s picking up. Her pink tongue flashes quickly over her lips. Then she turns and leaves without another word, murmuring something to him as they make their way down the hall, something that makes them both giggle. You don’t want to imagine what that could be.

Before you get down to the work you still have to finish, you clean and disinfect your entire workspace. You don’t have any active tests, of course, but you’re terrified that some stray molecule is somehow going to find its way into a test tube and your horrible secret will come out and everyone will know what a little pervert you are, something even you didn’t know until they showed you. It’s past midnight when you finally drop off your annotated files and slump into your car.

The next day what you see and hear in the hallway scares you half to death. Their door is closed. It’s quiet. You’ve seen their car in the parking lot, so you know they’re there but there’s no performance. You’ve been cast out. Immediately the panicked thoughts start piling up: you completely misinterpreted, nay, you imagined their interest in having you as an audience. It’s a horrifying thought and for the life of you, as you replay the images in your mind, you’ve no idea how you could have been that wrong. The best you can hope for is that they’ve only asked to be moved to another locker room and that they haven’t gone to management railing about the little freak with the office next to them.

Checking your emails, you note with some surprise that the work you submitted last night was flawless, but you’re too terrified of what might be about to happen for that to give you much relief. As you try to sort through what you have to deal with today, tears keep welling up in your eyes. You’re a weird little creep.

It’s a few hours later when he walks into your office, closing and locking the door behind him. That only ever means one thing and so you stand with your hands raised, determined to head him off at the pass and hoping he’s not going to blackmail you.

“Look, I only get numbered samples, never anything with a name. I have no idea who belongs to what, so if there’s something in any of them that’s going to get you in trouble, there’s nothing I can do to help you.”

He scowls at you before speaking. “Is that seriously what you think I’m here for?”

You raise your eyebrows and shrug in response. You’ve had a half a dozen guys come to you like this, locking you in as if that can change anything, and it’s always been for the same reason. But apparently this time is different.

He casually beckons you over but you stay rooted in place, afraid once again that you’re about to be blackmailed.

“Come here,” he snaps impatiently.

“Why?”

He huffs and crosses the distance between you in two steps, his hand gripping your wrist with awesome power even though you can tell he’s not exerting himself whatsoever. He starts to pull you from behind your desk and that’s enough to make you acquiesce, scurrying around so that you’re standing in front of him, close enough that you can feel the heat from his body.

His fierce eyes bear down on you, calculating and evaluating.

“Turn around,” he whispers.

Very unsteadily, you comply, giving an undignified little squeak when he pushes you forward against the desk. Immediately, you feel the weight of him against you, holding you in place but also holding you upright as your head spins. He dips his head down so that his breath roars into your ear, condensing against the delicate skin. His hands press against your hips and he leans in further, drawing his tongue lightly up the column of your neck. You’re shaking uncontrollably, which makes him give a soft laugh. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, snaking around to the front. One ghosts down over the little ripple of fat on your imperfect belly and over your too-sharp hip bone, drifting into your panties with the touch of someone who knows he’s welcome.

“You like me too, don’t you?” he rasps.

You wonder whether he means that he likes you and knows that you like him, or that he knows you like her but that he’s sure you like him as well, but the thought disappears as he curls two long fingers into you, slowly pumping them in and out. You feel him give a knowing, almost sinister smile against your neck as he brings his other hand to your lips, pressing his fingers into your mouth. Instinctively you suckle on them, lolling your tongue over them as he mirrors what he’s doing to your pussy, needy little moans leaking from you.

“Poor little hungry baby. So fucking hungry, aren’t you?”

You nod vigorously and he picks up the speed of his fingers in your sex.

“And we’ve been so mean.” He chuckles at this and presses his thumb hard into your clit, almost enough to drive you over the edge.

Sensing how close you are, he withdraws his hand and you sob, wondering if he’s going to leave you like that. He lets you wait a beat or two, stepping back from you entirely, and you can feel his eyes on you as you tremble with need but then he hoists your skirt up over your hips, slides your panties down your thighs a little and roughly grabs your ass with both hands. He makes a low, pleased sound.

“Oh yes,” he hums, pinching the flesh hard on each cheek. Then you hear the rustle of him undoing his pants and the realization comes that, yes, the man is going to fuck you out of your misery, it’s not just more teasing.

“Take these off,” he orders, jerking at your already half-removed panties. You hurriedly comply and he immediately whisks them away from you, pushing you roughly over the desk and kicking your legs apart.

There is still some teasing left in him, you realize, as he presses the crown of his cock against your aching flesh. He drags it between your ass cheeks pressing just a little against the hole, and for a moment you’re terrified that that’s how he’s going to take you, because while you certainly don’t hate anal, you know that you can’t possibly stretch to accommodate his size, even more imposing now that you can feel it against you. Without meaning to, you let out a terrified little mewl and he laughs.

“Don’t worry, not this time baby. I know what you need.”

And with that he takes a few shallow thrusts inside you before burying himself to the hilt and beginning in earnest.

“How many times have you thought about this?” he growls, increasing his pace slowly and steadily, hand pressing down on your back to hold you still, so that each stroke hits your g-spot. His other hand connects with your clit, fingers twisting and pinching like nothing you’ve ever felt and you have to bite down hard on the fleshy part of your own hand to keep from wailing. There’s still a steady stream of whines and whimpers that escape you, sounds that seem to please him.

“You have to be quiet now but next time I’m gonna make you scream.”

You’re surprised to hear that there’s going to be a next time and you can’t help but wonder, can’t help but hope that “next time” she’ll be joining you.

“Can you cum like this?” he hisses.

“Yes,” you gasp in response as he increases the intensity of his movements.

It takes seconds only before you feel like your body turns inside out with pleasure, like you’re split open and something completely new unfurls its wings, ecstatic at being free. He keeps fucking you through it, his dark laughter sounding distant as you try to come to terms with your new body, quivering and boneless, all raw nerves and bliss. You feel your new self coalesce and contract around his cock inside you, closing around him as his orgasm follows in the wake of yours. He falls over you, bracing himself on his forearms so that he continues to hover above you. As he comes down he bites into your shoulder, forcing you to stifle a scream.

It’s a long moment, thick with the sounds of your breathing, before he pulls back and out of you. You roll yourself over against the desk, knowing that there’s no chance your legs will support you.

He gives you a cocky almost-smile as he tucks himself back into his pants, apparently amused by your helpless state. He stands silently until you awkwardly raise yourself and smooth your skirt down. Then he steps close to you and kisses you, softly and sweetly, his tongue flicking along your lips but no more, and you’re more confused than ever.

He goes to leave but fixes you with a piercing gaze before he opens the door.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to fuck her. But this-“ he gestures to you and him, “this is just me and you.”

And it’s then that you can see it: he knows that it’s her who’s seduced you, that both of you are drunk on her charms, and dangerously so. This is his little way of keeping his bearings and helping you keep yours because you’ll both be safer if you’re there to steady each other.  

[hollandarling]

Loving you.

Summary: People say moving on isn’t easy. But they have no idea. They have no idea what it’s like to have to move on when neither of you wanted to. Or maybe they do, and they just can’t bring themselves to relive that pain. The pain that it took to start fighting again.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

POV: Tom

Warnings: Angst, swearing, smutty mention????, definite depression and self destructive tendencies, alcohol alcohol alcohol, basically a mess

Word count: a full ass 2.6k+ who am I???

A/N: I posted a version of this once upon a time but I completely re-wrote it so here it is again,, this is kind of a part 2 to “You” but it can be read on its own??? so yeah just go with me on this. ((( flashback in italics )))

also want to shoutout @mcumendes for being my sounding board on this I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH and I love you with my whole heart :’)

MASTERLIST --> PART ONE

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I saw you. I saw you for the first time since the slammed doors, the night where the image of your tear streaked face running out into the rain was burned into my mind. I couldn’t tell you how long it’d been, but the pain was as fresh as if it’d happened yesterday. You were there, standing in front of me—the same person that I’d known all those years. Yet, looking at your face, it’s like you were a stranger. I didn’t recognize what lay beyond your eyes, the soul that had grown to be so familiar to me. You were different, but I couldn’t quite place why. Was it the pain that changed you or was it being free of all the limitations that had forever held you back?

I stared at you, not having a clue as to the proper protocol in a situation like this. My face was greyed and sunken in from the lack of sleep and the alcohol from the night before that remains in my system until the afternoon sun hits its peak each day. I knew I looked as bad as I felt, but you were you. Effortlessly put together while your soft eyes filled with sympathy at the sight of me. The hollow pit at the bottom of my stomach became more overwhelming with each passing second that I looked at you. Bile built in the back of my throat while you spoke to me—nauseated that I had only just left another girl while I let you pity me. You were just passing through, visiting family for the weekend and you were back to Australia. My vision was blurred, no matter how hard I tried to focus in on the details on your face. God knows I tried, not knowing if I’d get the chance again…but you were gone as soon as you were there, leaving me still, standing in the doorway of the coffee shop, my body paralyzed—heart gutted more than it was before as I watched you leave me once more.

I felt the familiar sting in the back of my throat as I dove to the nearest trash bin, emptying out the contents of my stomach. My eyes prickled with tears as I stood from my knees, muttering apologies to the employees whose faces were contorted in a mix of disgust and concern. Who could blame them? I took off out the door at a dead sprint. My neglected body crying out with each heaving breath I managed to take. I reached my apartment, sputtering and coughing as the summer heat bore through my ratted hoodie I’d been wearing for weeks. I burst through the threshold, not having to have bothered to lock it in my absence. I peeled the layers of sweaty fabric off my body down to my boxers in an effort to cool down. My lungs constricted, seemingly smaller and smaller with each passing second as my state of panic worsened. I staggered around the room trying to make sense of the spinning world around me. I finally stopped moving, my palms pressed firmly on the wall where the pictures of us once hung before I’d ripped them down in a craze. My head hit harshly against the wall, my gaze focused down at my feet.

I could hear the sound of my heartbeat pounding through my ears, your voice echoing louder than the clap of thunder in my head. I squeezed my eyes shut in a desperate attempt to dull my senses but it only made things worse. My body was on overdrive. Shaking as I tried to pull myself together.

I couldn’t take it.

All this time of bottling up my emotions and it all came rushing to the surface in an unearthly wail as my fists smashed through the drywall. I connected with the wall, breaking through at several points in an explosive, all consuming, broken-hearted rage. I screamed out, yelling until I was hoarse. Kicking and hitting between broken patches until my hands were dripping with blood and the physical pain broke through the numbness—feeling the first ounce of relief I’d felt since that one fucking night all those months ago.

An arm came round my shoulder, pulling me back to reality and out of the frenzy. My eyes met Harrison’s who’s were filled with alarm and grief for his best friend that he’d watched slip away. He didn’t speak as he took in the state of the broken shell of a man before him, grateful that he had happened to show up when he did.

My lip trembled, unable to utter a communicable sound: a large lump in my throat in place of my voice. My abs contracted as I struggled to find my breath, my eyes reflecting the agony I felt inside, silently begging for help.

Harrison spoke out, voice cracking, “I don’t know what to do.”

It was then that I broke down, a series of soul-crushing sobs falling from my lips. I collapsed to the floor, sitting back on my heels as I leaned against the destroyed wall. My body ached down to my soul as I let everything out, hiccuping out broken words of everything I’d tried to keep from him.

My voice shook, barely above a whisper, “I- I don’t know how to live without her, Haz.”

He squatted down in front of me and pulled my covered head out of the safe embrace of my arms. “Look at yourself, mate.” He ran his fingers across my torn up hands that were already starting to bruise and were most definitely broken. “This isn’t you. You’ve got to be better than this. You’ve lived your whole life up until 3 years ago without her and you were just fine. You can do this, but you’ve got to stop scaring your family and I like this.”

I muttered out an “I know” not fully absorbing the information.

“You don’t know,” Harrison said, frustration clearly evident. “Every time one of us comes to check in on you, we’re worried we’re going to find you dead. Look at this place, a brewery would have less alcohol lying around.”

For the first time, I really took in my surroundings; at myself. Everything was unrecognizable and in complete disrepair. God, is this really who I’ve become?

“You’ve done it, you’ve hit rock bottom—“

“That supposed to make me feel better?” I argued.

“I’m saying,” he continued. “You can’t get any worse. You can’t feel any worse. This is it. It can only go up from here.”

He had a point, and with that I felt the slightest ping of hope.

“C’mon,” he said, offering his arm to help me off the floor. “You’re going to be okay.”

I wiped the snot from my nose with the back of my hand, only half believing. “I’m going to be okay.”

*******

The morning light shines brightly into my bedroom, casting an orangey glow against the wall. I’m wide awake, hardly having slept from the night before. Truly excited for the day to come; more-so than I can ever remember being since I was a little boy on Christmas morning. This was my first press tour, first movie release since you. The jittery feeling of something new on the horizon is alight inside of me, as if I’ve never experienced this before. I sit up in bed, spots of white light dancing around in my vision while the room steadies around me.

I look towards the half-packed suitcase lying open in front of my closet and groan, regretting that I convinced myself that I could finish getting everything together in the morning. Procrastination at its’ finest.

I drag my feet as I slump over towards my dresser. My fingers pulling at my tousled hair in frustration. I slide open a drawer and start pulling out full piles of t-shirts. Knowing full well I won’t be gone long enough to justify the hoard of them, I half ass drop the handfuls of clothes into their home for the next month anyway.

Next—socks. The luxuries of a celebrity, am I right? My hands scoop from either side of the drawer in an attempt to grab them all in one go, knowing I’ll need as many as I can take thanks to my habit of leaving pairs lying around the many hotel rooms I move between. My fingers brush against something cold and my breath catches in my throat, instantly causing my body to freeze and release the contents of my hands.

I forgot.

I pull out the object from the back of my drawer that has been covered up for months. The sound of glass crunching as my grip increases in pressure. I stare at the cracked picture frame in my hands, coming face to face with the one thing I wasn’t able to let go of.

My fingertips trace the broken glass that left the center of the photo unprotected. I wince, feeling a shard pierce through my skin. I don’t let go. Your smiling face beams at the camera, snow dusting your hair while my lips press against your cheek. This was my favorite photo of you: caught in a moment of pure bliss, with no-one holding any expectations over us. I found a soft smile spreading across my lips, surprising myself with the realization of just how far I’d come in the last year since Harrison pulled me out of the dark pit I’d dug myself into.

People say moving on isn’t easy. But they have no idea. They have no idea what it’s like to have to move on when neither of you wanted to. Or maybe they do, and they just can’t bring themselves to talk about it and relive that pain; the pain that it took to start fighting again. Saying only the bare minimum to others just so they know they’re not alone. 

The remnants of our life together have slowly dissipated. Your bottle of shampoo no longer sits in the corner of the shower stall and my shower time has gone back to rehearsing lines to myself instead of running my fingers through your hair. Your remaining clothes have disappeared from your side of the closet leaving an empty space that I’m still unsure of what to do with. Fans have stopped asking questions, demanding to know what went wrong in our seemingly perfect relationship. Only on occasion am I tagged in an old photo of us and I’m reminded by the “throwback” caption of just how long we’ve been apart. Even Tessa finally decided to give up on her nightly routine of waiting at the door for you to come home from work. I didn’t know how to make her understand your reasons for not coming back but I’d never felt more guilty in my life for causing her pain.

But here I am, holding a part of you and knowing you were my one—the one that left your heart scarred and impacted the rest of your life. The one who showed you both the best and worst things in life. The one that made you afraid to love so powerfully again but yearn for nothing less. I was never going to be ready to let you go but now I’m no longer waiting for you. And I know that I’m alright.

I still find myself walking down memory lane when I least expect it, unable to forget you and the way you’d throw your head back in laughter or the way you’d blindly stumble around each morning in your sleepy daze. You and your clumsiness that led to you constantly hurting yourself or the way you’d care for my family as if it were your own. Sometimes I still feel you when I drive by the places we used to hang out, sometimes I feel you beside me when I wake up in the morning, reaching for you, forgetting that you’re not there. Sometimes I still feel you and the tingle on my lips from our last kiss, sometimes I still feel you and the heat from your fingertips on my skin: but it’s okay. It’s okay to remember you and not block out the memories we made together. You’re always going to be a part of my story, a part of me.

Loving you changed me and turned me into a better man—a man that I can be proud of. Loving you showed me how to let love consume every fiber of my being and let go of everything else, loving you taught me to overcome the seemingly impossible and strive for everything I’ve ever wanted, loving you made me stronger in learning to depend on myself and overcome pain like I’ve never experienced. Loving you showed me how to let go for the first time in my life and trust in the way things are meant to be. Loving you was so easy it drove me insane, loving you taught me how to breathe, loving you woke my soul when I didn’t know it was sleeping.

The image of your tear streaked face as you walked out the door has never left my mind…but it’s gotten easier. Easier—meaning I no longer dream of you every night, meaning I don’t need alcohol to get me through the day, meaning that seeing you about a month ago for the second time after our break up wasn’t nearly as bad as seeing you for the first. You looked brilliantly happy, but you were not the same person whose touch tattooed itself onto my skin. I could see how you had grown, how you had become everything you have ever wanted in such a short period of time.

I wish I could’ve had the courage to tell you all the things I wanted you to hear. I wanted to tell you that even though I still love you, I forgive you for walking away. I wanted to tell you that you don’t have to feel guilty for moving on with your life when I no longer fit within it. I wanted to tell you that I was wrong for holding you back, that I never should have let my fear of losing you drive you away. I wanted to tell you that I love you enough to let you go; to let you be everything you were meant to be. I wanted to tell you that I am proud that you’re fulfilling every dream you’ve ever dreamt. I wanted to tell you that I’m so happy that you’re happy. My heart still hurts a little for knowing that I’m not apart of that happiness anymore but I try to remember that this is what’s best for you, and then it doesn’t hurt so much.

It was a day of reflection as I boarded the plane and made the long trip down to L.A. but I haven’t felt more like myself in years as I stare straight ahead into the dark, the roar of the crowd not being contained by the curtain in front of me. Electricity courses through my veins, I bounce on my toes, ready once again for everything I’d worked my whole life for.

“returning to the stage, is Tooommmm Hooolllaannddd.”

The blinding spotlight floods up from the floor as I step out in front of the arena of fans that have waited for me all this time. I take a moment to take it all in, relishing in the sight in front of me.

This is my life.

This is me.

******

Tagging some of you who liked part one??? @tomhollanders2013 @holland-peters @imbrium-barnes @mischiefandi @spideypeach

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Electrophysiology Devices Market Share, Industry Growth, Trend, Drivers, Challenges, Key Companies by 2026

Increasing use in diagnosis of cardiovascular diseases, introduction of new technologies and advanced mapping technologies and growing geriatric population are key factors contributing to high CAGR of Electrophysiology Devices market during the forecast period.

the global Electrophysiology Devices market was valued at USD 5055.3 Million in 2018 and is expected to reach USD 12308.9 million by the year 2026, at a CAGR of 11.6%. Electrophysiology (EP) is immensely popular due to its efficacy in terms of controlling and treating arrhythmia. Arrhythmia continues to be one of the significant cardiac disorders, preceded by sudden cardiac death (SCD), accounting for approximately 15-20% of total deaths. Electrophysiology devices are forcing their way through entrenched preferences for conventional methods to treat cardiac arrhythmia. According to WHO, cardiovascular diseases caused 17.5 million deaths globally in 2012. It became the leading cause of non -communicable disease (NCD) deaths. Electrophysiology devices are cardiology specialty devices used primarily in the diagnosis and treatment of cardiac arrhythmias. Thus, the growing prevalence of cardiovascular diseases is expected to boost Electrophysiology Devices market growth. The rising number of sudden cardiac arrest cases is a big threat to the American population. Rising use of defibrillators has proved helpful to reduce the death rates among patients suffering from cardiac arrest outside hospitals.

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Abbott Laboratories (U.S.), Bio sense Webster, Inc. (U.S.), BIOTRONIK SE & Co. KG (Germany), Boston Scientific Corporation (U.S.), GE Healthcare

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North America (U.S., Canada, Mexico)

Europe (U.K., Italy, Germany, France, Rest of Europe)

Asia Pacific (India, Japan, China, South Korea, Australia, Rest of APAC)

Latin America (Chile, Brazil, Argentina, Rest of Latin America)

Middle East & Africa (Saudi Arabia, U.A.E., South Africa, Rest of MEA)

Product (Revenue in Million USD; 2016–2026)

Irrigated-tip Radiofrequency Ablation Catheters

Conventional Radiofrequency Ablation Catheters

EP X-Ray Systems

3D Mapping Systems

EP Recording Systems

EP Remote Steering Systems

Others

Steerable Diagnostic Catheters

Fixed Diagnostic Catheters

Access Devices

Others

Indication (Revenue in Million USD; 2016–2026)

Atrial Fibrillation (AF)

Atrial Flutter

Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome (WPW)

Atrioventricular Nodal Reentry Tachycardia (AVNRT)

Right Atrial Tachycardia

Right Atrial Flutter

Left Atrial Flutter

Right Ventricular Tachycardia

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Ships: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff and angst

Do you know the one thing that spreads faster than chicken pox---or any other “communicable disease” that we doctors always seem to be worried about?

Rumours.

Rumours that the neurosurgeon in charge of Room 206 has started dating Min Suga, idol rapper of BTS. The nurses would start whispering fervently whenever I would pass them. The doctors would turn to look at me whenever I would pass them in the corridors. Even the Department Chief, an old man, who had always been much like a father to me raised an eyebrow when I entered his room last day to give him the reports. “Congratulations Ann, you finally got yourself a boyfriend”, he had laughed. “Who would’ve thought that you had so much potential in yourself?”, he had teased playfully. “I-I don’t know what you mean sir. I have to be in the ER now. Excuse me”, I almost ran out of the door, slamming it behind me. Oh God, that was so embarrassing, I thought, my cheeks burning.

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You may ask, why am I so happy today? I started humming a tune softly and pushed open the door to room 206. This is the reason behind my happiness. Didn’t get it yet? Nevermind then haha. “You actually got up early today,” I raised an eyebrow, giving Yoongi a look of approval. “ Just wanted to reduce your work for a day”, he winked at me. “Plus, getting up early means I can spend a little more time with my doctor”, he smirked. “Yah, stop being so weird early in the morning”, I scolded him while pouring out a cup of coffee from the flask. I couldn’t help but start smiling at his words. “C’mon, I brought your breakfast”, I picked the tray from the table and walked towards the bed. Yoongi was sitting on the bed, his legs dangling from the bed. I sat on a chair beside him. He opened his mouth in a big “aaah~” and I picked up the spoon, chuckling at his antics. With his mouth wide open in a big “aah” but slowly eyeing the food I’m about to feed him, and hair still messy from the sleep, he was honestly the most adorable creature I have seen in my entire life. While he ate contentedly from the spoon I used to feed him, I started thinking back on last week.

“Aah”, Yoongi opened his mouth and I kept feeding him. He would mumble in content and start chewing deliberately making a lot of noises and I would keep on laughing at his weird behaviour. This had been going on for over a week. I would adjust my schedule just so that I could be free for an hour in the mornings, afternoon and evenings, for true to his word, he would refuse to eat unless I fed him. He kept on making weird expressions with his face to make me laugh and then I scolded him a little for not eating fast enough, at which he started showing me his puppy eyes, whining and complaining that he wasn’t getting enough attention. “Yah yah, be like that and I won’t feed you again”, I glared at him. He would reply,” would you want me to starve?” and I sighed in defeat.

“Uh, Doctor, the patient's family is here to see you”, a nurse stood at the door, shuffling nervously. Beside her, an elderly couple stood smiling at Yoongi. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I’ll leave immediately”, I leapt up from my seat, putting down the tray at which Yoongi said “what about my food?”. I laughed nervously at him, “Im sure you’ll be able to eat them yourself”, and then ran out the door. How much did they hear? Clutching my chest, I tried to calm myself. I hope they didn’t think too lowly of me, I thought worriedly. A doctor feeding and chiding a patient? His parents must’ve been shocked. I facepalmed. What the hell did I do?

My eyes suddenly perked up on hearing a laugh from inside the room. Should I eavesdrop? Oh no, that will be terrible of me to do. But...No, Ann!! What if somebody saw you? I told myself. But still...I wanted to know what his parents thought of me. I kept having this argument with myself in the corridor when a nurse came up to me with a tray, “Doctor, could you give the medicines to the patient? The parents would be there for a while and the-“ “oh I know I know. He’s supposed to have them right after breakfast. I’ll give it to him”, I took the tray from her. God bless this nurse! I laughed to myself. Now I can go inside with a perfect excuse...

“You didn’t ask her out yet son?” a male voice sounded from inside. I stopped in my tracks. They couldn’t possibly be talking about....me?! “no”, I heard Yoongi's voice speak. “Our son's just so dense and blind”, a female voice (probably his mother's) spoke. I pushed open the door slightly trying to make as little noise as possible. “He sees his soulmate right in front of him and doesn’t do anything about it”, complained the mother. I froze in my tracks. “Ann?”, Yoongi looked wide-eyed at me. Shit. Now I’m done for. “I-I just c-came in to give you these meds, you’re s-supposed to have them right after breakfast”, I mumbled and kept them quickly on the bed. The woman turned to look at me. “Thank you for looking after our son so well, dear”, she smiled kindly at me. “I-its no problem. This is my job”, I tried to smile back at her. “Make sure you have them”, I gave him a “I’ll-not-tolerate-any-nonsense-from-you” look and he grumbled, “yeah I got it”, under his breath. I left the room quickly after that, heart beating rapidly inside my chest, my spirits soaring and I almost felt giddy with happiness that his parents liked me so much.

I smiled a bit at the memory as I fed Yoongi, who seemed too busy munching on his food to notice that I had completely blanked out and was smiling like an idiot just like that. He finished off his breakfast soon after that, and after giving him his meds, I told him that I’ll be back in the afternoon. Like always, he would whine and tug at my arm a bit asking me to stay but would finally budge ,however not without trying his “puppy eyes” tactic and calling me ice-woman when that wouldn’t work. I laughed and patted his head, then keeping the tray back into place, left the room.

I had made it into a habit to not talk much with the nurses these days, in fear of being asked about Yoongi. But today as I entered the canteen room, I saw Alex (who had finally and sadly recovered from his wound) surrounded by the nurses and I could see that they were having a serious discussion. What are they talking about? A bit curious, I went close to them to try and listen to their words.

“You can’t be serious”, I heard Alex scoff. “She’s dating that idol?” I stopped dead in my tracks. Oh, so that’s what the hype is all about. Since I didn’t want to confront their questions right then, I turned back to leave when I heard Alex's voice call out, “Ann!”. I shut my eyes. Shit. I’m getting caught a lot today. Turning around slowly, I looked at him. He started walking towards me with a strange look in his eyes.

“Is it true?”, he demanded. “What is?”, I pretended not to know. He sighed. “You’re dating that rapper, aren’t you?”, he asked. “No I’m not. We’re friends. When did you start believing in rumours? I thought you hated them”, I replied without changing my expression. He sighed again. “Not when it comes to you”, he looked up at me. “You know how worried I get about you always”, he rubbed the back of his shoulder smiling at me. Ha! Always worried about me. My foot. I rolled my eyes internally. But I managed to hold in my temper.

“But still, I hope you would think twice before doing anything Anna. You know how these idols are like, right? They love to play with girls who are innocent like you”. If criminal law hadn’t existed, I would’ve killed this guy right then. Who’s he to warn me about players anyways. I let out a scoff.” Thanks for the advice, I’ll keep that in mind”. “Don’t take it so lightly. Don’t forget your ideals and principles. Don’t you remember what you used to say? Always draw a line between your patient and yourself. Are you really abiding by your own rules right now? Think again”, Alex ended, nodding his head as if the idea of me overstepping that line with Yoongi vastly devastated him and went back.

Always draw a line between your patients and yourself. The statement kept on repeating in my head. He was right. The tray of food suddenly grew very heavy in my hand. What am I doing? I remember how I used to lecture the interns here not to flirt or be friends with their patients. Am I really following what I taught them? What kind of a terrible doctor does that make me if I do not follow the basic rules of this profession? My heart seemed to drop as I realized that the happiness I felt for the last two weeks was wrong. Everything I did was wrong.

And if there was one thing I had to do right then, it was to correct my mistake I had made.

[march-for-no-reason]

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No, you are not being difficult...but your mind is. [yes you totally are] The plus side, it’s helping, for now. It’s reached that point again where therapist and I clash, and they cannot give me a sufficient reason to concede anything further.  They always say that I’m overthinking, using too much jargon...Why is it so structured? Why big words? Could you simplify it? Yes. Okay.  Okay, it’s clear but...can you just state it as is, how you feel, and not...so technical.  Er. No. That’s as much as I can boil down. I don’t know what you want, this is how I’ve always been. Is it that odd to have structured thought if you want it to come out of your mouth? It’s either non-communicable abstract half-thoughts, or translated into coherent sentences. There is no in-between. Is it such a crime to be actually...think in an orderly fashion?  It’s difficult, (yeah I know) and she concedes that this has helped me so much over the years, but ‘could you say what you think, without the rationalization’. Um. No.  She pressed me, it came out, even more ‘technical’ as she claimed. Tried to stop me part way because I was thinking it too much again, allegedly. I interrupted and just talked. I asked her what part is unclear, if she had clarification questions. No, I was quite thorough and clear, concise this time. The unspoken part lingers heavily - that’s not how ‘normal’ people speak. She keeps trying to tell me to not worry about being ‘normal’, but keeps telling me to speak in a ‘normal’ fashion. Squeezing those half-thoughts into words. That was painful. Shaking, crying, and difficult to breath. She tells me to make eye contact. I can’t, I know I’ll break down if I do, it was already a chore to control it. I can do it sometimes, far more difficult under stress, why is this such a...mandatory part of communication. I’m not mumbling, I’m not incoherent. Just overwhelmed. Your method of thinking is distressing you, look, you, it hinders communication, you can’t breath....Yeah, I don’t think it’s the thought process. But it could be?  ... I’m not anti-recovery, I hate the stress and distress it brings me. It’s the frustration of being quite clear - yeah, over-explaining some times, but still not understood. What more do you want from me? Clarifications? Questions? Nope, I understand but I don’t comprehend. SO WHY IS IT SO WRONG WHEN I DO IT? I’m not comparing myself to some standard of normal, I’m not looking at other people and feeling inadequate compared to them, the background processes are tiring. That’s it. I can’t just shut them off.  Have you tried to? (Yes.) Try interacting without all that, it would be so much easier. (Duh.)  Yeah, I can’t function. I become mute, I get rooted to the spot, I short circuit. Try to...not?  Please elaborate. Grounding, mindfulness?  Yeah. No. That doesn’t help with the urgency of the task at hand, nor does it resolve the issue. I’m just stuck. Syntax error. BSOD. More information required. Nothing much, just, clear, literal instructions.  I had to write out an entire page deciphering ‘You didn’t try [hard enough] to help [at doing task] [well], in a way that my sister understands. The youngest was upset, screaming at her. Amy was in the middle of helping, and then went to pick up the phone, dealt with it quickly, and came back, by then I stepped in and finished the task. She got hung up on the ‘try’ and ‘hard enough’ because she did, and it’s not as if the phone call was expected nor should be just ignored. I had to explain, after much thought myself, that our sister was just upset at the gross wad of shower drain hair, that she was left alone with it for less than a minute. People regularly flip between saying what they mean and saying, but meaning the opposite or something completely different from what they say, and they think we’re weird for not being mind-readers.   Bonus: You keep telling me how uncomfortable you are at (x,y,z), and how they affect you after, and how upset you can be...but you’re still doing it. YES. I’VE BEEN SAYING THIS FROM THE START - I can if push comes to shove, it’s really unpleasant, I can hide it really well, which is mistaken for ‘improvement’, and keep it up, I just crash... But you are doing okay. Yeah, not really... You look to be doing better. ‘Appears to be...yeah’ It’s like making someone with a physical disability perform a strenuous task. Can they do it? Perhaps, but it can be painful, taxing and cause pain for days or weeks after the task. Except I should - simultaneously not brush it under the carpet, be okay with expressing it, but don’t . you are trying to get better, you work towards not being like this, being this way is not normal. You set boundaries through trial and error? You don’t want to push yourself to the point of a meltdown? It’s hindering your communication!  I’m trying to work out a safe way of gaining some ways of appearing to function normal. I’m being told - don’t need to try to appear normal, but oh btw, all those things, yeah, don’t do them. Do make eye contact, do not make distressed noises, do not shake... Things too much, you need to set boundaries. Oh, you say this is too far into your discomfort zone? You’re closing yourself off. I got told that ‘High-functioning’ is a mild form of autism the other day, by someone from the mental health vocational services. The unspoken ‘you can appear to function, therefore you don’t actually have a threshold and can just choose to...function. What do you mean you can’t keep it up? You’re doing fine (no, I’m not, but give me space, happy things, music, don’t push me, and I might be).  Enough of that. 

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KaziBantu Teachers Toolkit Development and Progress

Hello again readers

In the last two weeks, we have made some progress with regards to the development of the Teachers Toolkit. At present, we are in the process of finalizing several aspects, namely:

1 - The KaziBantu Teachers Risk Assessment Manual for the Health Professional, as well the KaziBantu Teachers Risk Assessment Manual for the Teacher (i.e. participant or end-user). Essentially, these documents will be used to describe the entire battery of tests to be performed, including classification guidelines, the equipment utilized and will provide instructions to both the tester and the participant. Hence, these documents are imperative for:

The standardization of the data assessment for the Health Professional; and

A step-by-step description of the data assessment procedure for the novice/non-professional, to familiarize the individual with respect to the various upcoming processes.

Since our focus is primarily in rural, or urban-rural communities, we have decided to provide a full assessment protocol, which will essentially be the gold standard of the assessment protocol. In addition, we have also provided a minimal assessment protocol for those individuals or institutions who would still like to be a part of the KaziBantu programme; although they are not able to, or do not have access to all the necessary facilities and equipment to conduct the full assessment protocol. A brief outline of the proposed full assessment protocol can be seen below:

Medical History;

Anthropometry (Height, Weight, Body Mass Index);

Body Composition (Dual-Energy X-Ray Absorptiometry, Body Impedance, Skinfolds, Waist and Hip Circumferences);

Cardiovascular Risk (Hypertension, Blood Glucose, Hypercholesterolemia);

Communicable Diseases (Soil-Transmitted Helminths, Schistosomiasis);

Psychosocial Health (Depression, Insomnia, Burnout, Stress);

Physical Activity [Objective (Accelerometry) and Subjective (Self-Reported) Physical Activity];

Physical Fitness (6-Minute Walk Test and Hand Grip Strength); and

Nutrition (24hr Dietary Recall).

2 - Technological Development: As described in our last update, the South African team - in part, comprised of team members Danielle Smith, Siphesihle Nqweniso, Larissa Adams and Nandi Joubert - are in the process of producing some of the technological development material for the Teachers Toolkit, in conjunction with the Nelson Mandela University CCT. This stage of development has certainly tested our imaginations and has awakened a creative side that pleasantly surprised us all. With regards to the flow of events and materials that the CCT required from us to ensure the developers of KaziBantu website and mobile application have a clear description and image of the concept we have in mind; the following provides a brief update on the progress thereof:

a - Firstly, a KaziBantu Website Map was developed. This document is used during the planning of a website by its designers. It is a structured model of the website’s content designed to assist the end-user to navigate the site. Essentially, this sitemap presents a systematic overview of the site intended to help those utilizing the site to find specific pages on the website. This provided the CCT team with an impeccable concept that would make the KaziBantu Project a one-of-a-kind programme that would set us apart from the rest.

b - Our next step is to finalize the KaziBantu Risk Assessment Developer Criteria for Electronic Capturing Form, which entails the full assessment and minimal assessment protocol components. This document will be utilized to electronically capture the data from the initial risk assessment, as well as the evaluation at the end of the KaziBantu programme once the participant has completed all five phases (see bottom for a list of phases) involved in this project. Though the use of this document, the data assessment and data capturing procedure will be streamlined, enabling the process to run more efficiently; and ultimately, providing a huge time-saving benefit to the project.

c - Thirdly, the SA team have created and developed different personas, which as defined in our last update, describes and explains the typical end-user(s) of the KaziBantu website or mobile application. A persona takes the form of a storyline portraying an average day in the lives of our fictitious user(s). This is essential for the developer designing the website and mobile application so that they keep this in mind throughout the development phase. Four different personas have been developed and written; namely:

a school teacher interested in KaziBantu for Teachers persona;

a school teacher interested in KaziBantu for Children persona;

a healthcare professional persona that will utilise the KaziBantu for Teachers programme; and

a general public persona.

An interesting side notes: When receiving feedback for the various personas from CCT, one of our team members stated that one of the fictitious characters sounded like it was a storyline based on their lives (funny story). It must be noted; however, these characters are entirely fictional and do not refer to any specific individual.

d - Lastly, the SA team have also developed and created user case scenarios, which describes how our fictitious end-user(s) will utilize the website or mobile application. As previously described in our last update, this entails the steps that will lead him/her to the PC, how the website search is initiated and what the individual can, and ultimately will do once the website or mobile application has been opened. This is also essential to the developer designing the website and mobile application so that they keep this in mind throughout the development phase. A user case scenario was developed and written to take the individual through each of the 5 steps in the Teachers Toolkit; namely:

User Case 1 – Initial Risk Assessment Phase;

User Case 2 – Individual Risk Profile Phase;

User Case 3 – Lifestyle Coaching Sessions Phase;

User Case 4 – Follow-up Monitoring and Motivation Phase; and

User Case 5 – Evaluation Phase.

Who knew that website and mobile application design entailed so many different and distinct aspects? We certainly did not. Nevertheless, all these facets have generated new challenges, but it has presented many opportunities for growth personally; and has also granted the discovery of a world that was previously completely unfamiliar to us. Until next time. Take care.

[marketresearchstrategy]

Electrophysiology Devices Industry Supply Chain Analysis, Growth Opportunities, Top Companies, Revenue Growth and Business Development Report by 2026

Increasing use in diagnosis of cardiovascular diseases, introduction of new technologies and advanced mapping technologies and growing geriatric population are key factors contributing to high CAGR of Electrophysiology Devices market during the forecast period.

the global Electrophysiology Devices market was valued at USD 5055.3 Million in 2018 and is expected to reach USD 12308.9 million by the year 2026, at a CAGR of 11.6%. Electrophysiology (EP) is immensely popular due to its efficacy in terms of controlling and treating arrhythmia. Arrhythmia continues to be one of the significant cardiac disorders, preceded by sudden cardiac death (SCD), accounting for approximately 15-20% of total deaths. Electrophysiology devices are forcing their way through entrenched preferences for conventional methods to treat cardiac arrhythmia. According to WHO, cardiovascular diseases caused 17.5 million deaths globally in 2012. It became the leading cause of non -communicable disease (NCD) deaths. Electrophysiology devices are cardiology specialty devices used primarily in the diagnosis and treatment of cardiac arrhythmias. Thus, the growing prevalence of cardiovascular diseases is expected to boost Electrophysiology Devices market growth. The rising number of sudden cardiac arrest cases is a big threat to the American population. Rising use of defibrillators has proved helpful to reduce the death rates among patients suffering from cardiac arrest outside hospitals.

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Key Manufacturers in the Global Electrophysiology Devices Market:

Abbott Laboratories (U.S.), Bio sense Webster, Inc. (U.S.), BIOTRONIK SE & Co. KG (Germany), Boston Scientific Corporation (U.S.), GE Healthcare 

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North America (U.S., Canada,     Mexico)

Europe (U.K., Italy, Germany,     France, Rest of Europe)

Asia Pacific (India, Japan, China,     South Korea, Australia, Rest of APAC)

Latin America (Chile, Brazil,     Argentina, Rest of Latin America)

Middle East & Africa (Saudi     Arabia, U.A.E., South Africa, Rest of MEA)

Product (Revenue in Million USD; 2016–2026)

  Irrigated-tip Radiofrequency Ablation Catheters

  Conventional Radiofrequency Ablation Catheters

   EP X-Ray Systems

 3D Mapping Systems

 EP Recording Systems

 EP Remote Steering Systems

 Others

  Steerable Diagnostic Catheters

  Fixed Diagnostic Catheters

  Access Devices

Others

Indication (Revenue in Million USD; 2016–2026)

Atrial Fibrillation (AF)

Atrial Flutter

Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome (WPW) 

Atrioventricular Nodal Reentry Tachycardia     (AVNRT) 

Right Atrial Tachycardia

Right Atrial Flutter

Left Atrial Flutter

Right Ventricular Tachycardia

Left Ventricular Tachycardia

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Electrophysiology Devices Market Competitive Landscape, Research Methodology, Business Opportunities, Statistics and Industry Analysis Report by 2026

Increasing use in diagnosis of cardiovascular diseases, introduction of new technologies and advanced mapping technologies and growing geriatric population are key factors contributing to high CAGR of Electrophysiology Devices market during the forecast period.

the global Electrophysiology Devices market was valued at USD 5055.3 Million in 2018 and is expected to reach USD 12308.9 million by the year 2026, at a CAGR of 11.6%. Electrophysiology (EP) is immensely popular due to its efficacy in terms of controlling and treating arrhythmia. Arrhythmia continues to be one of the significant cardiac disorders, preceded by sudden cardiac death (SCD), accounting for approximately 15-20% of total deaths. Electrophysiology devices are forcing their way through entrenched preferences for conventional methods to treat cardiac arrhythmia. According to WHO, cardiovascular diseases caused 17.5 million deaths globally in 2012. It became the leading cause of non -communicable disease (NCD) deaths. Electrophysiology devices are cardiology specialty devices used primarily in the diagnosis and treatment of cardiac arrhythmias. Thus, the growing prevalence of cardiovascular diseases is expected to boost Electrophysiology Devices market growth. The rising number of sudden cardiac arrest cases is a big threat to the American population. Rising use of defibrillators has proved helpful to reduce the death rates among patients suffering from cardiac arrest outside hospitals.

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The report provides extensive coverage of the supply chain, key players of the industry, consumer base, company profiles, production and consumption rate, primary applications, and other relevant data. It provides an in-depth assessment of the key companies operating in the market along with their company profiles, business overview, production and manufacturing capacity, product portfolio, financial standing, global position, and business expansion plans. It also studies recent mergers and acquisitions, joint ventures, product launches, partnerships, collaborations, and agreements among other. The report also provides insights into new entrants and their strategic alliances to gain a robust footing in the market.

Key Manufacturers in the Global Electrophysiology Devices Market:

Abbott Laboratories (U.S.), Bio sense Webster, Inc. (U.S.), BIOTRONIK SE & Co. KG (Germany), Boston Scientific Corporation (U.S.), GE Healthcare

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The report also provides an extensive regional segmentation to offer the readers key insights into the spread of the market over key geographical regions. It covers production and consumption patterns, import/export, supply and demand, consumer demand and behavior, key trends, and presence of key players in each region. The report also offer a country-wise analysis to impart a better understanding of the revenue growth of the market in each region.

North America (U.S., Canada, Mexico)

Europe (U.K., Italy, Germany, France, Rest of Europe)

Asia Pacific (India, Japan, China, South Korea, Australia, Rest of APAC)

Latin America (Chile, Brazil, Argentina, Rest of Latin America)

Middle East & Africa (Saudi Arabia, U.A.E., South Africa, Rest of MEA)

Product (Revenue in Million USD; 2016–2026)

Irrigated-tip Radiofrequency Ablation Catheters

Conventional Radiofrequency Ablation Catheters

EP X-Ray Systems

3D Mapping Systems

EP Recording Systems

EP Remote Steering Systems

Others

Steerable Diagnostic Catheters

Fixed Diagnostic Catheters

Access Devices

Others

Indication (Revenue in Million USD; 2016–2026)

Atrial Fibrillation (AF)

Atrial Flutter

Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome (WPW)

Atrioventricular Nodal Reentry Tachycardia (AVNRT)

Right Atrial Tachycardia

Right Atrial Flutter

Left Atrial Flutter

Right Ventricular Tachycardia

Left Ventricular Tachycardia

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What is the market size the global Electrophysiology Devices market is expected to reach over the forecast period? What is the expected CAGR?

What are the key segments of the market?

What are the key products and applications of the Electrophysiology Devices market?

What factors are expected to drive and restrain market growth over the forecast period?

What are the key outcomes of SWOT analysis and Porter’s Five Forces analysis?

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