#to help the body prep for getting the care required from one

[flammenxci]

If you get that NAD supplement and you have disorders like PCOS or EDS, and maybe this messes with being nuerodivergent but prepare for a fatigue spell similar to getting a vaccine right after your first couple of doses.

I got one to see if it'll help with my old injury along with my leg joint pain and it put me down for a full day before perking up. Collagen peptides can only go so far.

Knees feel better, the hips aren't in pain and that injury hasn't threatened to give me hell so yea! 👍

[blondieeu]

salvatore. nanami k.

cw: filthy, age gap

reader is 23, nanami is like 30-45 if you have a problem then go away

an arranged marriage with nanami.

your parents selfishly gave you away to him as a business move. on your end it was involuntary, but on his it was just something so he could take over his fathers business faster that required having a wife.

nanami kento is way older than you— at least got 10-15 years on you. he woke up early, worked out, shaved his face every week and stayed in his office for most of the day, giving you space. nanami was grown.

nanami kento was also a very traditional man, hence why your parents chose him. he enjoyed a traditional household. nanami worked during the day, handled business, his fathers business that he was in the works of taking over, and you? he only expected you to play the housewife role, giving you money when asked for various tasks. he only really asked for you to take care of the house and laundry.

you tried your best to not like him— to spite your parents. you really tried to ignore him every night when you went to sleep in the same bed together, you tried to stay quiet when he asked vague questions about what you wanted for dinner or what you wanted to do that day.

but you couldn’t ignore how attractive your husband was. he was mature and he always smelled good. you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together when he got a faint stubble on his face when it neared his time to shave again.

so after a couple months of moving in together you’re sitting at the dinner table, on the topic about trying to have sex or not. there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you didnt wanna have sex with nanami. even if you were pissed that your parents married you off, you did like your husband.

“we don’t have to.”

he said it bluntly, taking another bite of the pasta as he sat on the other side of the table. he was dressed in a collared shirt, a tie neatly around his neck.

you quickly picked up the glass of wine on the table. glass barely even touched before you started drinking regardless of you being well into the meal. you didn’t drink wine.

“i wouldn’t mind trying.”

he didn’t have any real expression on his face as he ate. glasses a little further down his nose than usual as he finished the pasta with one last big bite.

“okay. we’ll try tonight then.”

“ohhnnnggshiiittt”

nanamis cock was fat and gritty. must’ve had about a million veins on it because you swear you could feel every single one. he was well groomed as well, he kept it hairy but to an extent which was expected from him.

he knew how big his cock was. he knew it was big all the way from when he even brought up the topic of having sex to begin with. getting into the bedroom and having him avoid taking his cock out until you were all prepped and in a daze.

and nanami made you feel so full with him. could feel him all the way up in your stomach. he made fucking sure you knew he was in there too from the way he pressed and pushed around at your abdomen whenever he got a chance.

your husband had your ass at the end of the bed. all perked up for him as he stood behind you on the floor. nanami had his hands on both sides of your upper back as he pushed you farther down into your shared comforter.

“does it feel better like this? or in the—previous position?”

his voice sounded out of breath, quiet subtle groans coming from him as he waited for his question to be answered. his pretty blond hair falling out of its usual perfect place but his pace never ever faltered.

it was honestly sickening for nanami to seriously expect a response from you like this. your body so hot, kisses and sweat coating it with your face so fucked out. eyes glossing over and your mouth half open, head bobbing with every stroke he gifted you.

the various pornographic noises that left your mouth bounced off the walls and throughout the house along with the even worse sounds of his pelvis hitting your ass over and over.

“n-amiiii”

“talk to me”

your new husband was quick to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you up from your position on the bed. forcing your head to rest on his shoulder and letting his hands glide along your body.

his fingers traced symbols and letters—his name— on your clit, the other pinching and pulling at your breasts while he kept rocking his hips into yours, mindlessly. your hands wrapped around both of his wrists, pushing at his waist and thighs softly.

“s’good nami”

“yeah?”

the blond started to kiss at your neck, his stubble tickling you but his motions never stopping. he was so experienced at this, made you feel so naive, inexperienced.

blondieeu xx

a/n: haven’t written for my fav in a while and i had this locked up in my drafts!!!

[remuswriting]

MEET ME IN THE POURING RAIN; MIYA ATSUMU

Y/N decides to walk home, even though it's pouring. Atsumu and his truck save the day.

WORD COUNT: 1,950 words

TAGS: Feelings Realization; Friends to Lovers; Fluff; Post-Time Skip

NOTES: Do I write too much of Atsumu? I don't know and I don't care! Also, not beta-read. It's 2 AM as I post this so hopefully the amount of typos is not overwhelming

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The rain is relentless against the pavement and soaks Y/N down to the bone. The nice jacket his mother bought him for his birthday two years ago does nothing to keep him dry. It’s actually just weighing him down as the rest of his clothes stick to his body. He should find somewhere dry and wait for the rain to lighten up, but he just wants to be home already.

Y/N usually enjoys his walks home from his calculus lecture. Some days he listens to an audiobook or calls Atsumu to hear about what crazy things the MSBY Black Jackals have been up to. Although Atsumu may be annoying at times, he’s a phenomenal storyteller when he wants to be, and Y/N likes listening to stories after suffering through his three-hour calculus lecture. Atsumu also loves talking, so it works out well.

His phone buzzes inside his bag, signaling he’s gotten a text, but he refuses to pull it out. The rain will just ruin it, and he doesn’t have enough money to replace it. He imagines it’s Atsumu asking if Y/N is home yet or if he’s found shelter to wait out the storm. Atsumu prefers calling over texting, says it’s easier to say what he needs to than to type it out, but he waits until Y/N calls him because Y/N likes texting more.

His phone buzzes again in his bag—several more times, actually. There’s the possibility that it may not be Atsumu texting him. It could be Osamu, asking the same questions as Atsumu while also probably questioning him if he still has enough to eat since he meal preps for Y/N.

“It amazes me ya’ve survived this long,” Osamu said one day when staring into Y/N’s bare fridge. Two days later, he brought a myriad of containers of food, all labeled of what they were and smiley faces next to the messy kanji.

Y/N has always been thankful for the meals Osamu makes him, because he knows it does take time out of Osamu’s day, (also Osamu will not let him pay him for the food—was actually insulted when Y/N mentioned it) but he’s really thankful for those meals right now. All he wants to do is shower, put on some warm clothes, and heat up some food before watching the newest J-Drama he’s found on Netflix. The rain hasn’t put him in a cozy mood, but a mood that requires a cozy atmosphere to fix.

Lightning strikes across the sky, and Y/N really should find somewhere dry, but he’s so close to his apartment. There’s no point in stopping now. In roughly five minutes, he’ll be walking up the most likely flooded steps to his apartment. That’s what he tells himself when thunder shakes the ground beneath his feet.

For the first time in 10 minutes, a truck drives by him. Well, the truck actually slows down and matches his pace. It’s really his luck that he’s going to be killed in the pouring rain. It’s probably karma from not stopping. It’d really help if he could make out what the truck looks like, but it’s raining too hard to get a clear look. However, he faintly hears the truck window roll down slightly.

“What the hell do ya think you’re doin’?” Atsumu’s familiar voice yells over the rain. Relief crashes over Y/N because that means he’s not going to be kidnapped or killed.

“Walking home,” Y/N yells back so Atsumu can hear him, and he wonders how Atsumu knew it was him. The rain is coming down too hard for Y/N to make out the faded red truck Atsumu refuses to give up. It doesn’t matter that it’s quickly becoming a piece of shit with how terrible of a driver he is, he’s attached to the damn thing. “What are you doing?”

“Lookin’ for ya, obviously,” Atsumu says, and Y/N’s heart races a little. It must be because lightning makes an appearance once again, lighting up the gray sky. “Ya’ve not been answerin’ anyone’s texts or calls.”

Y/N rolls his eyes, even though he doubts Atsumu can see him. “I’m being rained on. Why would I get my phone out?”

“Why are ya lettin’ yerself get rained on?” Atsumu asks, as if that’s the real question. “I would’ve come and gotten ya if ya just texted me.”

It’s not a confession of anything, because Atsumu tells him that all the time. He tells Y/N how he doesn’t need to be so independent and can rely on him whenever he needs to. Atsumu is just like that, though. He’s so dedicated to the people and things he cares about, and really, Y/N is amazed he’s part of the small list of people Atsumu likes enough to consider his friends.

“It’s not that far of a walk,” Y/N says, and it thunders again. A sense of reality washes over him because if he stays out in the rain much longer, he’s going to end up sick. Being sick will make Atsumu fret over him by trying to take care of him while insulting him at the same time. It wouldn’t be such a terrible thought if Atsumu wasn’t so terrible at taking care of sick people. “Or at least not far enough that I thought to bother you.”

Atsumu stops the truck, and Y/N stops as well. He could just keep walking, but he doesn’t know how Atsumu will respond to that. Maybe driving up on the sidewalk to actually stop Y/N from walking away.

“You’re such an idiot,” Atsumu snaps, and Y/N flinches a little. “Get in the damn truck so I can take ya home.”

“My clothes are soaked,” Y/N says, and he wishes he could see Atsumu. It’s hard to fully know what Atsumu is thinking when he can’t see him.

“And?  Get in the truck.”

“I’m going to get your truck all wet if I get in,” Y/N says, but he’s walking up to the door now.

“It’s already gettin’ all wet with the window bein’ down, so hurry your ass up,” Atsumu says, and Y/N grabs the door handle. His grip on it isn’t great because of how wet his hands are, but he manages to open it without issue.

Atsumu is soaked as well, which explains why he doesn’t care about Y/N’s clothes being wet. He really looks like he was nearly drowned, as if he was out in the rain for a while, but Y/N doubts he looks any better.

“Why are you soaked?” Y/N asks as the door closes. Atsumu’s hair is plastered against his head, but he still runs his fingers through it, and excess water runs down his wrist.

“I had to get to my truck somehow,” Atsumu says, and the rain comes down harder, making the truck shake a little. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself, cause if ya get sick, I ain’t takin’ care of ya.”

It’s unsaid, but they both know Atsumu will take care of him as he always does. Y/N does the same when Atsumu isn’t feeling well—physically and emotionally. They’re just there for each other in a way that doesn’t translate across the board. Because Osamu may meal prep for Y/N and Y/N may help him out in the restaurant sometimes, but they wouldn’t do the things Y/N and Atsumu do for each other. Y/N wouldn’t go over to Osamu’s house when he’s sick to take care of him, sleeping in the living room so he’s not alone for too long.

(Although, Atsumu does have Osamu. He doesn’t really need Y/N, but that’s never been talked about. Osamu just lets Y/N in and says he has to go check on his restaurant before leaving Y/N to care for Atsumu. Really, it’s a strange thing, but it’s somehow understood without saying anything.)

“Worry about yourself,” Y/N says as he rolls his eyes. “You’re more likely to get sick out of the two of us.”

“Am not!” Atsumu says as he starts driving toward Y/N’s apartment. “I’m an athlete, which means I have the strongest immune system ever.”

Y/N chuckles because Atsumu is the one who gets sick more often out of the two of them. “I’m pretty sure Sakusa-kun is the one with the strongest immune system.”

“We ain’t talkin’ bout Omi-san,” Atsumu says, and his accent is coming out just a little more. It always does when they have these small, meaningless arguments. He’s always been one to get worked up over small things, even when he says he’s not. “We’re talkin’ bout ya and how you’re terrible when you’re sick.”

“I think you’re getting me confused with you,” Y/N says as he presses the back of his head against the headrest. A shiver runs up his spine, and he realizes Atsumu has the air on. “Why the fuck do you have the air on?  Do you want us to get a cold?

Atsumu glares at him as he turns the air off. “Is it to yer likin’ now?”

Y/N hums. “Yes, thank you.”

His apartment appears in the window, and excitement rushes through him. All he can think about are the things that motivated him to even walk in the rain, and Atsumu is an added bonus. Atsumu can take a shower too since he has clothes at Y/N’s apartment, and they’ll watch that J-Drama and eat some food together.

Atsumu’s sudden silence has Y/N look over at him, and Atsumu’s gripping the steering wheel so tightly it’s concerning. Y/N just stares at him for a moment, trying to figure out what’s suddenly brought on this behavior. Atsumu has always been someone who just says what he’s thinking or feeling, and when he doesn’t, it still shows. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve; he wears it proudly on his chest for everyone to see. Y/N just catches on better than most.

“Do you want to come in?  I still have meals Osamu-kun made,” Y/N says, and Atsumu’s grip on the steering wheel loosens.

“Really?” Atsumu asks, and he sounds like an excited child.

Y/N chuckles. “Yes, really.”

Atsumu’s smile is bright and warm as they pull into the parking lot. Y/N smiles with him, and the familiar warmth he associates with Atsumu blooms in his chest. When Atsumu looks at him, it only grows to burn a little. It’s when Atsumu unbuckles his seatbelt Y/N realizes that part of him would’ve been crushed if Atsumu had said no. He would’ve understood, but having Atsumu with him will improve his mood better than any J-Drama will.

They look each other in the eyes, and Y/N gently tilts his head a little. “You didn’t get soaked just running out to your truck, did you?”

Atsumu’s smile falters slightly, as if he’s been caught, and his cheeks turn a gentle pink. Y/N nearly laughs, but he holds it in, just like he holds in the urge to run his fingers through Atsumu’s soaked hair. The brassiness in it has Y/N making a mental note to buy Atsumu more purple shampoo. After a moment, Atsumu chuckles a little.

“No, I didn’t,” Atsumu confesses before unbuckling his seat belt. “I didn’t realize the math buildin’ was so big.”

Y/N actually laughs this time. “Yeah, but next time I’ll make it easier to find me.”

Atsumu’s blush only grows to cover his entire face. “Ya better.”

[bibittybopittybadbxtch]

Dinner and a Heart Attack

Summary: You make a questionable decision while making dinner and Wonwoo catches you in the act.

Pairing: Wonwoo x Pregant! Reader

Word Count: 578

A/N: Hi lovies! Just a little Wonwoo for the timeline. I’m OT13 for Seventeen so picking who got my first fic was a tough one. But i had this prompt saved in my drafts and it screamed Wonwoo. So here’s a gift from me to you! please be kind. not proof read. written on my phone. You know the deal lol.

XOXO, BiBi🩷

P.S.

I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app.

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You wanted to surprise your sweet husband. Wonwoo was on his way home and you were making his favorite meal. It had been a long week for him. Prepping for the upcoming tour and rearranging choreography to accommodate two absent members. He needed a treat. So you decided to give him just that. It’s an old family recipe. You could mostly make it from memory but you always got stuck towards the end. You kept your grandmothers cook book on the top shelf, away from the wear and tear of daily life. The only problem was Wonwoo was the one who usually got it down for you. At 5 months pregnant you weren’t necessarily as nimble as you used to be but climbing on the counter couldn’t be that difficult. So you made sure the counter was clear before climbing on to it.

The scene the welcomes Wonwoo as he enters this house is certainly unexpected and absolutely unwelcome. Upon entering the house he gets a clear view of you. His gorgeous loving wife, on the counter. He doesn't think his body just moves. He rushes into the kitchen and sweeps you off the counter and sets you on your feet. You’re taken by surprise. You hadn’t heard him come in, and didn’t expect him for another half hour. "Hi Baby" you greet him with a smile, getting on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. Wonwoo doesn’t return your affection. He is staring down at you completely stunned. "Are you okay?" you are both puzzled and concerned by hid reaction. He takes a deep breath while running a hand through his hair. “Gorgeous, what on earth were you doing on the counter” He asks after he’s finally collected his thoughts. “Oh, I was trying to get the recipe book down” You don’t think much of it and turn back to the stove to stir your pot. “I can never remember how much gochujang it requires.”

Wonwoo can’t help but smile at you. He knows you mean well, but your tendency to disregard your own safety troubles him. “Baby, I appreciate you cooking my favorite meal so much. I love you. You take such amazing care of me. Could you spare some of that care for yourself?” He pulls you into his embrace and rests his chin and your head. That’s when it clicks. That look in his eyes when he first walked in. Fear. He was scared. “Woo, I promise. I was being careful. Don’t worry.” You try reassuring him even though you know he’s right. “It’s not just you I’m worried about. It’s the baby. You know you’re clumsy. You almost gave me a heart attack.” You pull back to smile at your husband and adjust the glasses on his face. “I promise to wait next time.” You tell him as he moves his hands to your growing belly. He kneels to have a whispered conversation with your unborn child before returning to his full height. “What was that about?” You ask unable to hide your smile. “I just told him that I hope he inherits my coordination.” He laughs at the expression on your face before turning to the stove. “Sweet and Spicy Chicken? I’ve been craving it all week.” He places a swift kiss on your cheek. “Thank you so much, but no more counters deal?” “Deal.” You agree as he reaches up with ease and grabs the recipe book.

[femnoah]

omg i love the bnha au!

if neha were able to take afo quirk, would that corrupt her bc of the quirks origins? itd be interesting to see team e-scopes original plans go from anti-hero to full on insanity..

So to start off with because of the whole being created just to use as a tool to improve other's quirks, Neha's main emotion is apathy. In fact, it's only because of Izzy and Eva that she even learned to care about things or experience other emotions. So while she does have emotions, it's harder for her to feel them because she was trained taught to literally not care and just follow orders. This is important. Of course, she can still act.

So, she and Izzy go after AFO when he's been severely weakened after his fight with All Might which is when she takes his quirk, alters it ever so slightly because she's not interested in the whole 'gotta catch em all' deal with the quirks and fuses it with her own. She can't make anymore changes to it after that because that would require giving someone else the AFO quirk and taking it back off them. This causes AFO's death since he no longer has his quirks to sustain him.

So, yeaaaahhh, she does not have a good time the first couple of months after the AFO transfer. At all. While she can hold more quirks now, her body is NOT made to tolerate the amount that AFO transferred across.

Unlike AFO, she can actually delete them in a sense but that takes far too much energy and she can't physically keep up with it which does leave her bed bound, doing the literal bare minimum of life to survive knowing that the only reason she is alive is because of one of the quirks destroying her. It's Eva who gets the idea to transfer the remaining quirks to the quirkless and only keep what's necessary for survival.

They use this to start building support and uniting people against the hero commission. She uses the quirk to help Eri, first by just taking it when it was being used on Eva and then altering it to make it less volatile and giving it back to her when they convince her it's not a curse.

As for the personality being affected, her usual apathy turns more sadistic and she develops a bit of a kleptomania streak. But because she doesn't really care about quirks, it becomes more about information. She 'steals' and collects as much information as she can. There's also the side effect of her becoming more possessive, once again not directed towards quirks but things she's not apathetic about like her thirst for knowledge and the very few people she cares about. Does she become a mild stalker for a bit? Mayhaps. It's an unhinged time for the group.

AFO is not happy about any of this. He had spent so much time prepping and grooming Tomura to be the perfect vessel, had made contingency plans after contingency plans only for it to all fail because of some random teen girls. Because Neha can't hold the same resentment Tomura does, she's basically useless for stealing back OFA. So, his goal is to take over her body and give AFO over to Tomura just like he had originally planned before disposing of the body to ensure it doesn't happen again.

But, because she doesn't actually have any ties to AFO (minus blood but I digress since he can change it so technically it's the quirk?) and was literally trained to not care it's a lot harder for him to take control. A random old man in her head trying to goad her into getting angry all the time? She'd very much rather ignore it. Neha ends up accidentally vaulting AFO for a bit due to willpower and her hope for the future that everything will work out thanks to Eva and Izzy. But that doesn't mean that she doesn't hear whispers in her sleep causing a growing sleep deprivation...

She does end up getting a rampage as a treat against the Meta Liberation Army. Buuuut, it's not technically hers because AFO uses her sleep deprivation and new possessive streak to his advantage to finally take over. It's during this fight when she's officially able to destroy AFO's vestige from the original quirk. If you want to add extra angst points, Alejandro was there investigating, gets seriously hurt and that's when she snaps out of it because what the hell is he making her body do. Then he gets kidnapped by Izzy which kind of paints them as worse villains for kidnapping a hero student.

This has consequences as now All Might and those in the know of OFA have all witnessed someone use multiple quirks after AFO's death. Chef is in the know, Chris is not.

However, the real problem comes with Tomura escaping from prison and a certain doctor finding him. As well as the duplicate afo quirk which reacts oddly to his now 'faulty' quirk...

[holbrookswifey]

Heartbeats Fade

Denny Duquette x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n is a nurse at Seattle Grace hospital and she's Denny's doctor looking after him. After being in a secret relationship, everything goes south

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, soft sex, mentions of organs, mentions of death

A/N: If anyone has seen Grey's anatomy, you'll know I've somewhat attempted to follow what happens in the show and Izzy Stevens is not existent in this fic. I decided to make it soft smut instead of making it full of smut and yes I purposely made the ending how it ends so it's not a continuous fic, it's all one long fic. I hope you all enjoy!

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Seattle Grace hospital was no stranger to tending to patients with heart conditions, complicated or simple. Denny was a patient Y/n would tend to due to his condition, viral cardiomyopathy, in need of supervision in case his heart fails again. She would always look out for him while trying to juggle with other patients, her stress levels always at a constant high but whenever she was around Denny, she was different. More relaxed.

There has been a few close calls with Denny due to his constant scares with his heart but he always recovers, a nasal cannula has been given to him to help him breathe while the oxygen can help him recover. As days pass, Y/n regularly comes in and checks on him, the other doctors not aware that they have been in a secret relationship a few days after he was admitted.

Today was the day where Denny would get a portable LVAD installed so he could get up and out of bed, even though Y/n was opposed to the idea because it could cause more problems than the one he was currently on but he decided to go through it anyway. As Denny is being prepped for the surgery required, Y/n slowly leaned down and stroked his thick black hair to comfort him. "Good luck, Denny." Y/n said with a small, comforting smile as he's about to be wheeled in. Denny smiles weakly and only caresses her soft hand before she steps back as they take Denny into the operating room.

As hours pass, Y/n can't help but worry a little until she sees Denny still unconscious from anesthesia from his surgery, a surge of relief flowing through her veins as she sees he's okay. When he comes to, he sees Y/n sitting next to him in the chair next to the bed, and he smiles a little. "What're you doing in here? Don't you have to tend to other patients?" Denny asks in a groggy tone, still recovering from the anesthesia as well as being intubated.

"It's my break. I wanted to stay here with you until you woke up." She replies softly, reaching up and gently running her fingers through the thick, black strands of his hair. He closes his eyes again as he feels her affection in the touches. "Yeah?" He asks softly. "Yeah." She replies as she continues to stroke his hair with precision and care.

Throughout the few days he's had of recovery, he's up and walking around as he adjusts to his portable LVAD although still a little bit wobbly but he's recovering well. As Denny and Y/n get to the stairs, he collapses halfway up, making her worried and rush to him. "Denny! Are you okay?!" She asks worriedly as she helps him up, seeing his LVAD's battery is almost drained.

Denny sits up weakly and groans, a bit sore from the fall as he grabs her hand as she helps him up. "God this sucks." He says in between breaths as he tries to get oxygen back into his body, the shortness of breath is really catching up to him. "It's okay, Denny. You're okay."

As she helps Denny back to his hospital room, he sighs in defeat, feeling helpless and useless because of his heart condition. "Y/n...I don't want to be stuck here anymore. This sucks." He says in a low but of a sort of irritated voice, but he's not mad at her, he's mad at himself.

"Denny, you have to otherwise you won't get better." Y/n says pleadingly as she holds his hand as he lays on his usual hospital bed. He shakes his head, laying his head back against the uncomfortable pillows. "No. I want to go home. There's no use being here if I can't be fixed. I'm too weak." Hearing Denny say that broke her heart. "Hey..." She gently coaxes him to look at her.

"You can be fixed, but it'll take some time. Denny. Not long now until your transplant and you'll be healthy again." She says as she sees a tear run down his slightly stubbled cheek and wipes it away from his skin, the pad of her thumb slightly wet from the tear. "Y/n...if you knew what this was like, you would have to let me die." He replies, his voice soft, almost too soft.

The next morning, the doctors seem to have found a kink in his LVAD, working on it as they finally fix the kink, taking him out of intubation as he can finally breathe properly again. He's been working extra hard on recovering and walking around the hospital halls to get himself strong again and she couldn't be prouder of him until she gets the news from one of the other nurses that a heart transplant is avaliable due to a donor passing away.

Y/n looks over at Denny in his bed, then looking back at the nurse who told her before she goes over to Denny to tell him the news. "Denny. A spot opened up for a heart transplant. You can get a new heart." She says, sounding optimistic. "Really?" He asks in a soft voice, sounding a little skeptical. "Yes, really. At another hospital. You could have a new, properly working heart again." She tells him, tears welling up in her eyes as well as his own.

The next morning comes around and Denny decides to sign a DNR form, not wanting to be revived if he ever dies or something goes terribly wrong. Other nurses and doctors on standby get Denny prepped for surgery and exit the room for now as Y/n is doing some paperwork on another patient, then to her surprise, she hears Denny flatline, making her immediately run into Denny's room. "Denny?" She tries to shake him awake gently but firmly as she sees that his LVAD'S wire has been cut, making her scramble to look for who did it.

She peeks her head out and yells for the closest person in the staff. "Code blue! Someone's cut Denny's LVAD wire!" Y/n calls out desperately as George comes rushing in and tells Y/n to get the equipment to manually operate his heart. After a small amount of time, she comes almost running back in with the equipment and sets it up, starting to manually pump Denny's heart to keep it beating.

As she keeps it pumping, gunshots ring repeatedly outside of the hospital, screams erupting from both doctors and patients but Y/n didn't move from her place, trying her best to keep Denny alive. After a while of chaos amongst the hospital floors, one of the interns run in to tell her that Dr Burke has been shot, unable to do the transplant for Denny. As George sees Y/n's destroyed look, he takes over to look after Denny. She sits down in the chair next to his bed, head in her hands as this new revelation can affect Denny's chance of living.

After the chaos dies down, a new surgeon is called in and Denny is wheeled into the operating room, preparing for the new heart transplant. After a long few hours, the new heart is implanted into Denny's chest, the surgeons work to get the heart started again. Once it finally starts beating, the surgeons close his chest back up, stitching it so it stays shut and they take him back into his room so he can recover.

As Y/n is still sitting in his room, still very worried about him, she sees the doctors wheel him back in. She sees that Denny is unconscious, praying that the surgery went well as he lays there, still under the anesthesia. Almost an hour passes and she is still sitting next to him, making sure his vitals are okay as his new heart beats like a normal, regular heartbeat should be like.

What she doesn't know is that Denny is now back awake and stable while the interns run tests themselves, and Y/n hears something that makes her perk up. "Y/n..." Denny says a little weakly as he's awake and talking. She looks up and goes over to him immediately as they're now alone in his hospital room together.

"Denny." She says softly as he reaches for her hand. She hesitates before sliding her hand into his, his hand much bigger in contrast which makes her heart flutter. "Look. Warm hands." He says with a soft chuckle, trying not to smile as he runs his tongue over his lower lip, his tongue poking out of his mouth slightly.

"You look...amazing, Denny." She says with a soft smile which makes him chuckle again. "Got a regular heartbeat now." He replies, unable to stop himself from smiling, marveling in the fact he has a normal heart now.

Y/n smiles too, really proud of him for pulling through the extreme surgery he just underwent. As Denny looks back up at her, he decides to speak up again after the long, comfortable silence between the two of them. "Y/n, I have something to ask you." He says softly, his brown eyes looking into her eyes.

"What is it?" She asked as he begins to caress the back of her hand with his thumb. "Y/n, for five years, I had to live by the choice of my doctors. The guys that cut me open decided my life, there wasn't one choice that was mine, and now, I have this heart that beats...that works. I get to be like everybody else. I get to make my own decisions, have my own life...do whatever the damn hell I choose. Now here's the good part, so now you listen close...now what I choose...is you. You're what I want to wake up with and to go to bed with, and do everything in between with. I get a choice now. I get to choose. I choose you, Y/n Y/l/n. It's your turn again, Y/n...will you...marry me?" He says and asks, telling her how he feels and how he finally gets a choice and he chooses her.

She's left speechless, not expecting a proposal from him especially in this state, but she loves him dearly like he loves her. She knows it could be wrong but she's gotten attached to him in a way no one can understand although he's her patient. There's no way she could let go of him because she's overly attached to him, grew to love him and care for him more than she has for anyone else she's known. Y/n nods, trying not to cry.

"Yeah, yes of course. I choose to marry you." She replies as she sees a huge smile crawl onto his face, his smile so wide it could split his face in half but it's a cute smile she's grown to love. He reaches out his arms for a hug and she gladly accepts the hug, being very gentle and cautious of his gauzed chest so she doesn't cause any pain to him since he's still fresh out of surgery.

"I'd like something else if you want it too, Y/n." Denny says as he looms up at her, looking much more aware than he was before. "What's up?" She asks as she goes back to stroking his hair, her fingers slipping gently through the short strands. Denny seems a little hesitant at first but he finds the courage to ask you the question that's been lingering in his mind. "Can we make love?" He asks softly, wanting to show her affection and love.

Her eyes widen a little, surprised that he'd want to do it even though it's not the safest thing for him to do right now. "But Denny, it's not a good idea to put your heart under that sort of pressure right now." She protests quietly. Denny shakes his head slowly, not worried about the potential problems things like sex could do to his new heart. "I don't care. I want to do it, no matter what." He says in a low voice, looking over at the open blinds and then looks back at her.

Y/n's face shows clear hesitation that can't be mistaken for another emotion, really not wanting to push his new heart just for sex but if he wants it, she doesn't want to keep him from that wish and also deep down, she knows she'd like to do it as well so she walks over to the door to the room, locking it and closing the blinds attached to the windows. Denny can't help but smile a little as he feels his heartbeat begin to speed up in anticipation and excitement at the thought of finally being able to make love to her for the first time.

"Come here." He says softly as he gestures to come on the bed, wanting to feel her on top of him. As Y/n slowly climbs up onto the bed, still feeling anxious about doing something that will cause him pain, Denny quickly makes sure those thoughts of hers are pushed aside as he gently takes her chin into his fingers and gently pulls her down, kissing her softly.

Her eyes close slowly as she lets her lips part to let his tongue come into her mouth. Once he feels her lips part, he slowly slips his tongue in, groaning softly as her tongue meets his own as they both begin to make out softly and slowly. One of his hands moves down to her lower back and gently pulls her closer until she's right on top of him, a soft gasp comes from her occupied lips as she feels he's hard, causing him to smile and detach his lips from hers.

"It's okay, I promise." He whispers as she gently presses back down onto the small of her back so she can feel more of his erection through his hospital gown and her pants. "Denny..." She whines softly as the feeling of his hard cock is pushing right against the entrance to her covered pussy, making her arousal spike but still taking it slow. She wants to lean down even more but she doesn't want to risk hurting him but he lures her down as they kiss again, making out again.

He slides his hands down to her jeans, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping them before he slowly slides them down her legs. Y/n lifts her hips so he can slide them down to her ankles, and he does so, her jeans falling to her ankles before she slides them off and sets them next to them both on the bed. Denny then slowly lifts her shirt over head, breaking the kiss for a moment before kissing her again once her shirt is off.

He gets to work on finding the clips of her bra, unclipping them and slides off her bra with ease and gentleness, her breasts exposed to his eyes as he slowly slides his hand up to one of them, kneading her breast as he looks almost entranced by the sight of her beautiful, perky breasts. "You're so beautiful." He whispers to her as he tries to sit up, but she stops him instantly.

"Denny, hey hey hey. Please don't." She says softly but he finally listens this time, his back resting back down on the bed and lets her take control. She lowers herself down so he can kiss or touch whatever he'd like, his lips first going to her neck before he leans down even more to her breast, licking her nipple as she gasps softly and he kisses on it a few times.

She arches her back a little at the amazing sensations he's giving her, her fingers going back his hair. He breaks away from her breast and reaches down to take the blanket off of himself, revealing the huge tent underneath his gown. He lifts the gown up and takes it off, causing Y/n to protest. "Denny, no." She says, resting her hands on his.

"Y/n, it's okay. I'm okay, I promise. I'm not gonna do anything stupid." He reassures her as he takes the gown off the rest of the way, resting it with her clothes next to them as his underwear show just how hard he is underneath them. He looks at her with loving eyes but as he tries to reach down to take off his underwear, Y/n stops him gently. "I'll do it." She says softly as she reaches down to them, slowly and gently sliding them down his legs as his hard cock springs out, barely tapping his lower stomach as he sighs, feeling relieved that the pressure on his length is gone.

She sets his underwear with the small pile of clothes next to them but Denny's warm hands beat hers to her underwear, sliding them down her legs as her glistening core is now visible. He can see just how wet she is and pulls her down again so they can kiss, his cock grazing her in between her sensitive folds and against her opening unintentionally which causes another quiet gasp from her.

She breaks the kiss this time and gives him little but deep kisses to his neck like what he did for her, her tongue being used at the same time to make out with his neck, making a small deep groan sound escape from his parted lips as he holds the back of her head so she can keep going. She indeed keeps going, moving to the other side of his neck as she kisses the sides and middle of his throat before he stops her and looks up at her, his cock wanting nothing more than to be inside of her.

As she senses his slight neediness, she hovers over him before slowly moving down and feeling his cock slide into her warmth with surprising ease. Both of them moan softly at the same time as Denny reaches over and sets his hands on both of her hips, helping her guide herself as she very slowly rocks her hips with a combination of back and forth and a slight motion of up and down.

His hands keep slowly and gently guiding her back and forth, his hands making her hips look tiny as he holds them with a soft but firm grips so he doesn't hurt her. His eyes flutter closed as he leans his head back onto the pillow, her hands are on the top of his shoulders but making sure they're not near his fresh stitches underneath the gauze. "God, Y/n..." He hums deeply in satisfaction as he shows a toothy smile, still guiding her hips at a slow but deep pace.

"Fuckkkk..." Y/n moans out softly as she feels his tip graze against her g-spot over and over again inside of her, her walls holding him inside snugly. "That's it, baby...that's it..." Denny moans softly into her ear, wetting his lips with his tongue as he keeps his eyes closed in pleasure.

As time seems to drift by from their slow and pleasurable sex, her walls spams around his cock as he feels himself twitch inside of her. "Denny..." She whines but he already beats her to her own words. "I know, baby...I won't stop you if you need to cum." He reassures her.

She can't stop herself as she lets her orgasm overtake her body, a slightly louder moan comes from her before she releases, her walls tightening around him while she rides her orgasm. Her breathing picks up, slightly overwhelmed by how hard the climax hit her. "Hey, it's okay." Denny says to calm her breathing down, stroking her hair softly as his other hand is still helping her move slowly to let her ride out the tenseness.

He gasps softly as he feels himself needing to release as well. His heart rate picks up a little as he lets himself release, his cum coming into her in spurts. As Y/n feels his heartbeat, she tries to help calm him down as both of them ride out their orgasms. "Denny, hey. Look at me, it's okay. You're overwhelmed...deep breaths." She gently replies as she strokes his cheek with tenderness in her touch.

He finally calms down after a few minutes of her helping him, his heartbeat returning to normal. Y/n slowly lifts herself off of his now softening cock, laying next to him and cuddling to him. "Wow.." Denny whispers as he feels nothing less of amazing from what they've had just done. "Yeah, wow." She replies in a gentle tone as his arm is around her shoulders as they cuddle.

Later that night around 7:40pm, Y/n is working the night shift in the hospital so she went home to change and came back in her scrubs, checking every patient she has helped with. She goes around to everyone, filing some more paperwork for some other patients until she decides to go visit Denny. As she walks in, she sees him not moving and the machine is making the dreaded long continuous beeping sound, causing her to rush over to Denny.

"Denny? Denny??" She calls to him, her voice growing louder as she tries to shake him awake gently but he's unresponsive to her calls. "Denny!" She almost screams as she realises he's gone. She begins to sob, unable to keep them quiet as she holds his hand tightly, somehow hoping it'll bring him back to life but it won't. He's gone...tears flood down her face like heavy rain as he climbs onto his bed next to him, holding him close to herself.

Minutes tick by and Y/n is still holding his body, her head on his chest, hoping to hear his heartbeat again even if she knows it won't happen. Her colleagues come in to see her cuddled with Denny, her face red and wet from crying. "Y/n..." One of them said as they watch her, still not moving from Denny.

"I think it was from a stroke... he was prone to blood clots." She says softly, sniffling as she continues. "The clot couldbe traveled from the sutures to his brain...it only takes a second. Dr Hahn did beautifully with the surgery.." She keeps going, still talking to the colleagues in her soft, almost hushed tone. "But I don't know why I didn't think of blood clots."

"There's nothing you could've done." Alex says as he steps a little closer. Y/n sniffles again, only moving to wipe her nose. "They need to move him." "Take him to the morgue..." She replies, Christina walking up slowly a few steps too. "You can't stay here. I know you want to, but you can't." She says, but Y/n won't budge. "Please, just...please...go.." Y/n whispers, her voice shaky.

"Y/n..." Alex whispers as he comes up beside her, talking softly to her. "This isn't Denny. The minute his heart stopped beating, he stopped being Denny. Now I know you loved him, but he also loved you. A guy with emotion like that, he didn't want you to do this to yourself...because it's not Denny. Not anymore." He says to her.

"I know he's not Denny anymore..." She whispers, tears rolling down her cheeks again. "But I just...I can't...I can't--" She's cut off by her tears building even more, unable to stop herself from crying as she holds Denny's lifeless body close even more. Her cries fill the room as Alex picks her up into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder as he gently carries her out of the room. She looks over at Denny one last time as his body fades away from the distance.

Months pass after Denny's death, Y/n meets with his father, Denny Duquette Sr and they shake hands once they meet. "Doctor Y/l/n." He says as he shakes her hand. "Mr Duquette." She replies. "Please, call me Denny." He says as they both walk over to a booth with two chairs and sit down across one another.

As they talk, Denny Duquette Sr finds out Denny died and how she had quit her job after his son, her fiancè had died which slowly turns into a heated argument between the two of them. After a bit of an argument, Y/n finally decides to make herself heard. "But where were you when he needed you? Because I was there the whole time, I was there. I was working 80 hour weeks, and I was still always there! He had so many surgeries, so many procedures, he was so scared. Where were you then? Where were you?" She says as her voice rises from anger and she stands up from her seat, starting to walk away.

"Wait." He says as he turns in his seat to look at her, causing her to stop and look at him but still angry. "Keep my grandbaby safe. That's all I ask." He says as he motions to her belly, causing her to look down at her own belly, aware she was carrying his son's child. Instead of talking, she walks out and heads back home.

As she arrives home, she hears a subtle voice come from behind her. She turns around and her eyes widen as she sees him, the love of her life that she thought died in the hospital bed. He doesn't say anything as he pulls her into a hug, causing her to hug him back. The hug felt so real, but it was cold and had a light feeling, and she was wondering one thing...did he really die or was this a hallucination?

[himbochub]

I'm only a small fat so ymmv, but some size/fat related things I experienced regarding top surgery:

If you're someone whose belly gets in the way as you're moving from lying to sitting or sitting to standing, it can be helpful to have either more core strength so you don't have to use your arms to help move your torso, or have your post-surgery support carer/s there to help give you a boost when sitting up. (I guess that applies to everybody but still..)

If reaching while toileting and showering can be difficult before surgery, the difficulty defo multiplies during recovery (especially showering), so it's super helpful to plan ahead with any equipment like long-handled scrubbers and a shower bench, as well as making a plan with your support system for any hands-on assistance they can provide.

I didn't think about this ahead of time, but I used a friend's mastectomy pillow during recovery which was WAY more helpful than I thought it was going to be, however, the part of the pillow that goes under the arms didn't really make it all the way under my arms as much as it's supposed to because I'm wider than the pillow was made for. I don't even know if they make plus-size mastectomy pillows honestly, but if you're thinking of getting one, in my experience it would be worth trying to find a wider option than the standard size!

My nurse also told me a hot tip for if the lower band your compression binder bites into your upper belly: if it's the kind with an elastic band around your ribcage area, you can take off the binder, fold the band hot-dog style, and take some scissors and snip a little half-inch hole in the middle of the band (i.e., not cutting through the bottom or top of the elastic, just putting a hole in it basically). You can add more than one hole, too. Gives the band some much-needed slack without taking the compression off your chest!

If you're not going to have someone to cook for you, prep ahead as much as you can with microwavable foods that don't require you to hold something while you're eating or keep lifting a utensil a lot (like soup was a no for me for both these reasons even though I thought it was going to be like the go-to option!) Planning ahead means you don't have to think about food when your mind and body are both, in my case anyway, completely obliterated.

I sweat A LOT and after surgery it was even more so because no deoderant. If sweat/moisture management and roll care are part of your current hygiene needs/routine, might be worth practicing through the motions as if you've just had surgery ahead of time to try to anticipate what parts of that routine you may need help with. If you use hygiene products for roll care in the area getting surgery it might also be worth consulting with your surgeon about if/when you can resume using those or alternative products.

And lastly, another thing I didn't think about ahead of time is that side rolls/side boob fat are in the Surgery Zone, so they factor into your surgery results and goals, too. I was lucky that even though my surgeon and I didn't talk about it, she left me a nice portion of side chest roll, but I imagine that there are surgeons out there who may just assume you want the side fat gone. Could be good to make sure you and your surgeon are on the same page about what you want, whatever that might look like!

And unrelated but I skipped getting bendy straws because I was like "whatever, I have regular straws at home already, it's fine" - get the bendy straws, SO much easier, give yourself that gift

Good luck!!

THANK YOUUU omg! posting again for those who might need it but will def be referencing!!

[unabashegirl]

Enticing 28 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Y/N was pregnant, and she had just lost her job. She certainly felt lost and didn’t know what to do about everything that life was suddenly throwing at her. Y/N hadn’t even been able to fully process that she was carrying Harry’s child. She wasn’t even sure if she was going to tell Harry.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Patrick asked her as he got dressed in some sweatpants, a sweater, and a hat. He was planning to go across the street to pick up a decent breakfast and some heavily caffeinated coffee. The morning had obviously started on the wrong foot and if Patrick wanted to survive the rest of the day, he would need heaps of coffee.

“I am not hungry,” Y/N said as she walked into her bedroom for her laptop. Patrick rolled his eyes as he grabbed the keys by the door and slipped on his sneakers.

“It’s no longer just you, remember?” He reminded her that she now had to consider the other life that was living inside of her. Y/N frowned just as she dropped her laptop on the couch.

“I guess I can eat something” Patrick smiled at her just before he left the apartment. Y/N sat on the couch, crossed her legs, threw a blanket over her body, and started doing the tedious job of looking for a job. As she looked through the list of jobs and their requirements, she felt like she had no experience, nor she was prepped to fulfill any of the jobs. She was disqualified by default for all of them.

Y/N felt like the knot in her throat grew with every passing second. She was already frustrated and hadn’t even applied for any of them. Her eyes filled with tears to the brim and a hammering headache started to take over. She pulled her phone out of the small space between the cushion and the couch arm where it had fallen.

“Mom? Hi,” She weakly said as soon as she felt like someone picked up the phone on the other side.

“Y/N?” Her mother was surprised. She had been cooking breakfast. Elizabeth hadn’t spoken in quite a while to her oldest daughter. They stopped talking after an argument had broken out on Christmas night, three years ago. “This is a surprise. Wait. Are you alright?”.

“I am fine Mom” She giggled, but sniffed, wiping the tears that had escaped with the back of her hand. “How are you? I hope I am not interrupting anything” Y/N added as she stood up.

“It doesn’t sound like you are. What’s going on?”

“It’s not something that should be said over the phone, Mom. Could you come into the city and spend the day with me? Just so we can talk over everything. You can even stay the night”. To Elizabeth, it seemed like Y/N needed her for the first time in over three years. It wasn’t completely untrue, she did need her mother’s comfort, but it wasn’t the first time. The last few times she had abstained from calling her. She had been too proud to ask for help.

“Fine”

“Could you come today?” She nervously asked.

“I guess I could” Elizabeth looked down at her watch, “I just need to send your sister off to school and make lunch before I go. Give me 3 to 4 hours” It was very unexpected, and Elizabeth would have to rush through her morning routine. She would have declined if it were under different circumstances, but she could hear her distress through the tone of her voice.  “I’ll take the afternoon train” Her mother let her know.

“That’s fine” Y/N let her know. She would have accepted any condition to get her up to New York. “Thank you, Mom” Elizabeth hummed back.

“I’ll call you when I get to the city.” Y/N could tell that she was still angry and hurt from what had happened the last time they were together. She was planning on apologizing but wanted to do it in person. “And Y/N?” Elizabeth stopped her “I am happy you called” and with that, she hung up.

To say that she was nervous, it was an understatement. She hadn’t seen her mother in so long. Y/N missed her terribly, but her mother could be difficult at times. She was very kind and loving, but that Christmas night, she had seen an attitude that she never recognized before. Everything had started after Y/N’s little sister had commented on her appearance. Teasing quickly turned into snarky comments, and then they developed into a full fight with insults included that came specially from Y/N’s sister.

At the end of the night, Elizabeth was on her sister’s side which felt like a huge betrayal because both were awfully close. Y/N's sister was only fifteen and every day she grew increasingly difficult to handle. Elizabeth kicked her out of the house on that snowy night in Philadelphia. Y/N took the train back to New York and spend the rest of the night alone.

“I bought us some burritos. I hope that is fine” Patrick called out as he crossed the door. “And some fruit and plenty of coffee. What’s wrong?” He asked noticing her swollen eyes.

“I just called my mom” Y/N explained as she walked into the kitchen in search of plates and napkins. “She is coming in this afternoon”.

“Oh,” Patrick was suddenly incredibly nervous. He had heard stories of Elizabeth but had never met her before. “It’s that bad, huh?”

“I am pregnant Patrick, and I don’t even have a job. How am I supposed to raise and take care of the baby?”

“Maybe you should call Harry” Patrick knew it was a stretch, but he needed to suggest it. “He is the father, and he deserves to know, Y/N”.

“No” She instantly said, “Oliver isn’t even one year old, Patrick” Y/N sat back down on the couch and started taking the food out of the brown paper bags. “I know that he is not going to want this baby”. Her voice broke as she finally said aloud what she had been thinking since she found out. “And to avoid any further arguments or bitter moments I’d rather not tell him.”

“You don’t know that Y/N” If Harry was the type of man that Y/N had described, he wouldn’t dream of turning his back on his unborn son or daughter.

“I do!” She sharply said, “I know him.”

“What you are doing is wrong. I just don’t want you to regret it” He warned her.

“Enough. I don’t want to hear it” She snapped and raised her voice. Y/N loved Patrick, but this time around she disagreed with him. She felt like he wasn’t hearing her. She planned to raise the baby on her own and without Harry’s help. Yes, it was going to be hard, but it was something that she was willing to do. She was going to try her hardest.

They are in silence. Patrick even had to turn on the television and play some random show on Netflix to make it less awkward. He stuffed his face with his burrito and excused himself to his bedroom.

Patrick knew he didn’t have the right to be angry, but he was. Y/N was depriving Harry of the opportunity to be a father again and Patrick knew how wrong it all was. He would have no part in it.

Meanwhile, Y/N sat outside feeling guilty to have yelled. She knew that Patrick only meant well, but he needed to understand that Harry wasn’t like other men. She brushed off any regrets about not telling him and pulled her laptop out to look for more jobs.

Y/N got ready at one in the afternoon. She had managed to send out her resume to a few nanny agencies and families. She just hoped that it would all work out. She dressed very pretty and make sure that her appearance was perfect before heading to the gran station to meet up with Elizabeth.

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[studentessa-socit]

🍂my goals for this semester🍁

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study consistently

I am a bit of a crammer, I've never built healthy habits of studying day by day and always focused most of the effort in the last weeks before an exam. Since I noticed how draining and counterproductive this is, and since I have more material than ever to study this semester, I need to learn to be more consistent before the exam season and to make studying an integral part of my daily life all year long. (This will require a lot of romanticization).

not skip lectures

I've always been good at this, and only missed a few lectures (we are talking 10 at most) at the end of the second semester last year. But life made me regret a lot those few lectures I missed. So I made a point to never miss one this year, unless I am sick. It is simply too important both to understand the material and to enjoy the university experience overall.

learn to study by myself

This is the hardest. I've always relied a lot on body doubling to do anything difficult, having someone watching me study or studying with me is the best way I know to stay focused and motivated. But when it's the exam season and I need to study a lot, and I am in my hometown where I have limited access to libraries, this means studying with my boyfriend all the time. We love studying together, but this summer we noticed that it drains the relationship to spend most of the time together studying, and I need to learn to focus alone in my bedroom in these months when I can afford it, so I will be able to do it when I'll be in my hometown.

phisical activity 🧘‍♀️🏞️

For the first time ever I'm interested in excercizing more and moving my body to relieve stress and feel more present. I plan to try to stretch on a semi-daily basis and to:

join a yoga/pilates class

My university offers very cheap classes for a plethora of disciplines, I'm interest in joining either a power yoga or a pilates class once a week, I will as soon as I'll get my student gym card (it's a pain in the ass I hate the uni's sport centre's office).

learn cuban salsa

Me and my boyfriend are starting a cuban salsa class in my hometown which we will attend when I'll go home on the weekends. It will probably be a private class since we are the only couple who wanted to join and it'll start next week. I'm so exited, neither of us ever danced a caraibic dance and the teacher will be the same woman who taught my parents when they met.

go hiking

In the past couple years I've been hiking maybe twice a year and I learned I really enjoy it, both because I love being in the nature and enjoying the view and because the kind of struggle it's needed helps a lot my self esteem and self discipline in the weeks after the hike. I plan on hiking at least once a month from now on and on going skiing when the weather will be colder (this is not a new thing since I learned to ski when I was 5 but it's still a goal to do it more often).

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be more organized

I am a messy girl, always been. I'm always running late, rarely looking put together and my space is mostly a disaster. I'm getting better and better everyday, but I still have a lot of work to do. I'm trying to be more intentional by getting ready early so I can be on time (for lectures, friend dates and catching the train), I'm meal planning more often and meal prepping when I know I won't have a lot of time to cook me lunch, I'm planning my outfits in advance and writing very detailed to do lists to make the best of my time.

explore the city

Last year I didn't explore Trento a lot, I spent most of my time in the comfort zone of the known places close to my apartment and university. It's understandable, but it's such a waste to be living in the city center of a "new" city and never explore it the way I could. It's difficult to do it while studying and taking care of myself, expecially considering that most weekends I go back in my hometown, so I will try to plan a few hours of free time once a week I will spend by going only in unknown places here in the city.

I also feel the need to spend more time in the nature both when I am in Trento and when I am in my hometown, and I probably need to plan it too.

hobbies and interests

I have a duolingo spanish class that's (angrily and aggressively) waiting for me to come back.

I have tons of fiction and non-fiction books waiting to be read.

I have a colouring book that hasn't been touched for a while.

And shows and movies that have been in my Netflix list for months while I keep rewatching Gilmore Girls over and over.

To read, to start back duolingo, to colour and to escape my comfort zone with movies and shows are not difficult things to do, I've been doing these things for years, but in the past few months I've been kind of absorbed by short form content and social media in general, I need to be more intentional in how I spend my free time. I know I can do it, I've done it before, it's just a matter of chosing to do it.

[spitdrunken]

Did not at all think you were gonna reply scared the HELL outta me(pun ur gonna understand in a second)

I found your account looking for Maxime crumbs (also hi, hello, I'm the anon that begged for a crumb more of your writing for Maxime LMAO) But saw your answer to the person talking about your cannibal town fic, I read it, then spent all night reading and REreading the other fics you have under the HH tag, which i'm familiar with this fandom as I watched the pilot YEARS ago, but not the most ecstatic about its writing so I never watched the series

But your fics? Boom, watched the entire show while thinking about ideas and hcs

So, what's been on my mind was cannibal town and a reader that ENJOYED being fed off of, this was also inspired by one of your works with alastor and a fan of his that wants him to ☠️ them

The part where Rosie like, has the knife over the readers heart, and it had me asking "what are we"(to no one, but you get my drift) so it led me to another daydream, Rosie and a reader ,who's been through several feedings at this point, very sweetly being prepped to go through it again, except instead of someone else ☠️ reader, they REQUEST Rosie to do it. My thoughts get fuzzy from there but basically Rosie, again with a knife over readers heart, readers head in her lap, giving them a sweet kiss on their forehead to distract them as the knife pierces their heart

Ehhh?? Ehhh? Im onto smth or I'm on smth

Anyways, again, love your fics! Gonna read some and go to bed

notes: implied cannibalism,

Maxime anon I fondly remember your enthusiasm :D!! And OOOO you have such good taste, the Rosie cannibalism town ficlet I wrote is one of my favourites, and I get really happy seeing people like that one in particular! And aaaaaAAaa it's incredibly cool to hear i actually inspired you to watch the show <33

AAAA the intimacy of consensual (temporary) murder!!!! the amount of trust required, the complete belief that she' ll go straight for the heart, and won't make the process painful!! your lips clinging to hers as your consciousness slips away, your body fighting to repair itself... and maybe, afterwards, rosie being the one to take care of you throughout everything also!! patching you up and washing you and helping you feed and taking you everywhere as you regrow all of your limbs!! sigh... romance in cannibal town.....

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Extra info for the 🧪Brood🐝 AU:

I mentioned that only M-Tier Drones oversee the conversion of P-Tier Drones, right, and that it is always two or more who are caretakers to the changing person during the whole process (and more or less are going to dogpile cuddle them once they're well enough). Yeah. The two who willingly volunteered (nearly caused a civil war among the queens) were Logan (Wolverine) and Victor (Sabretooth). Reader is someone they both care about, and their protectiveness and obsessiveness only grew after they became monarchs over the brood collective. (Reader's mutation might even be similar to their mutations, so both kinda mentored/watched over them, so they could help them and see if they could get Reader to join them). Those two care about their little kitten/pup/cub, and who better to keep them safe, loved on, and cared for during their conversion? Of course, Reader freaks the fl*p out when faced with the fact there is no getting out from the cell/unit they're in unless someone allows it... And when told that will only happen once they're ready to undergo the process of converting... Reader is only filled with dread...

Reader for this AU could have a mutation similar to, say, a fox or cat? They have some form of claws, they have sharp fangs, and they like/need to form bonds with other people. They definitely make cute baby animal noises in their sleep.

I still am using an X-Men Evolution reboot/au as the way I imagine the characters. It's my favorite X-Men media, Logan is a dad, Storm is team mom, the teens are fun/cute together, and they all could actually get along if it weren't for the opposing sides issue.

There are about five (5) stages to a P-Tier Drone Conversion:

Stage One (1): Prepping/Injections

They would be preparing Reader and the necessary drugs/nectars/medicines, then proceeding. Reader would be bathed, given a light drug, then given a medical exam. Once that is complete, they would be fully sedated and given injections of the drone serum (P-Tier), nectar (a substance that mixes with it and helps form their new skin), and royal honey/jelly (nutrient-rich food, especially good for drones, and is reserved for M-Tier and P-Tier). Over anything from a few days to a week or two, they would receive small doses, until their body had enough. Then it's on to stage two...

Stage Two (2): Feeding/Recovery

This stage would be where Reader is kept in a sleepy, relaxed state, mostly unaware and unable to comprehend much. During this time in when they need to be fed, kept warm, and not move too much, as their body slowly let's the drugs, sedation, and venom/nectar/honey take effect. The assigned (and eager) caretakers are especially careful, soft, and cuddly during this time, as they are the ones who will be providing everything the soon-to-be-drone needs. (They supply comfort, make sure that their charge eats/feeds, give warmth and kisses/licks/nuzzles/hugs, whatever is wanted and required). This stage could take quite awhile, depending on Reader's health (they lived through an apocalypse, so their health isn't all there)... After this, comes stage three...

Stage Three (3): Wake-up/First Steps

This stage is when the caretakers (and other M-Tier/queen drones) would let Reader become aware since the process began. It would also be when they start taking baby steps into adjusting to the new changes they've gone through. Some sedation might be needed during certain periods, but otherwise, comfort, warmth, and snuggling is the go-to method of calming them down. (Plus, due to the whole changing going on, Reader is going to be napping. A LOT. You bet they get annoyed on finding out they're basically going through a toddler-like stage as their new changes slowly settle in). Learning how to stay up, maintain their thoughts and the P-Tier hivemind in their head, walk with their (slightly changed) body, and having to be taught (forced) to not try to bite/kick them for doing this to them. (They will defend their actions, saying it was for their good. They couldn't stand to lose them, and this way, they can have them with them, protected, and unable to get hurt). This stage wouldn't take too long, as it overlaps into...

Stage Four (4): Full Recovery/Final Steps

This stage is where Reader would begin to fully recover, their body having acclimated and themself grown used to it and any changes. Once deemed healed enough, they would be taught (told) of the final steps of the process. Those steps include learning of the hierarchy, settling into the P-Tier and M-Tier cells/units, accepting the hivemind, and seeing their new life as good. (Easier said than done. Reader is stubborn)... That leaves the final stage...

Stage Five (5): Completion

Where Reader would have to/has given in (by their own will or by the others), and has accepted what has happened, this settling them into their new role. They would be kept within the walls of the Hive, where they and the other adored ones can be protected and watched at all times. They would likely be given control of some things, but otherwise... They'd never be able to leave their new life...

Yet... Reader, once they're aware enough to understand what's happening, doesn't go down without a fight. After all, if they can somehow leave the Hive... perhaps they can reverse the conversion, or at least postpone it. They want to try to save the others, but first, they have to save themself.

[skyrimbookquest]

"Right right, the claw." Arvel confirmed. "Cut me down, and I can show you how it works!"

Quill-Finder thought for a moment, looking at Arvel. on one hand, he was a bandit. His word wasn't worth much, if anything. On the other, Arvel wasn't in a condition to hand over the claw in his state. and descending would require cutting him down anyways.

With a thought, Quill-Finder agreed. with two swipes of her axe, she cut the webbing down.

Arvel landed on the ground and brushed himself off. with a smirk, he turned and ran. "You fool... why would I share the treasure with anyone?"

"h-hey!" Quill-Finder gave chase and followed Arvel deeper into the crypt, trying to lose sight of the bandit.

following through an archway and around the corner, she spotted Arvel dead. surrounding his body were three draugr, weapons drawn.

Quill-Finder squeaked, taking a step back as the draugr turned to face her. with a growl, they rushed in.

With axe in hand, she clashed with the undead creatures. blow after blow, Quill-Finder made short work of the creatures.

once all of the Draugr were dispatched, it was time to deal with Arvel. he still had the claw, after all.

rifling through his belongings, she retrieved the golden claw and his journal.

The claw, solid in gold, had three talons that extended out. in the palm, were three carvings; a bear, what appeared to be a moth, and an owl. with it in her possession, she continued forward.

The crypt was rife with traps, each more hazardous than the last. upon coming to a set of swinging blades, she stopped. taking care to time out where the blades would be and when.

With a deep breath, she stepped forward to the first.

Whoosh!

The blade swung through, barely missing her nose. immediately after it passed, she jumped past to the second, gripping her tail tight in her hands.

Whoosh!

she stepped pass the second. with a smile, she prepped herself

Whoosh!

she tripped

Whoo-stk!

With a yelp, she fell to the ground. Her back felt hot and wet as a searing pain bit into her flesh. as she limped from the trap, she gripped the chain just on the other side out of frustration and gave it a yank.

Gears could be heard grinding to a halt. the blades jittered and jerked to a halt, tucking back into the crevices that they came from.

Quill-Finder could do nothing but sigh. prepping a healing spell, she tried her best to mend the damage. it didn't completely seal the wound, but it did help to soothe the pain.

If she was going to do this, she needed to be more careful.

If nothing else, if it wasn't for the undead, the ruins did have some amazing scenery. between dispatching Draugr, and dodging deadly traps, there were certainly sights to behold. caverns with glowing mushrooms. a waterfall fed by a river from an unseen source.

If this is what adventuring could entail, she could get used to it!

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[david-lee-87]

Root Revival: Natural Hair Regrowth Secrets

Hair loss can feel like a punch to the gut. One day, you’re brushing your hair, and suddenly you notice more strands in the brush than on your head. It’s disheartening, and I’ve been there—staring at my reflection, wondering where my thick, vibrant locks went. Whether it’s stress, genetics, or just life’s wear and tear, thinning hair affects so many of us. But here’s the good news: nature has solutions, and I’m excited to share one that’s been a game-changer for many—Neo Hair Lotion. Let’s dive into some natural hair regrowth secrets and explore how this product can help you reclaim your confidence.

The Emotional Weight of Hair Loss

First, let’s talk about the real stuff. Hair loss isn’t just about aesthetics; it hits your self-esteem. I remember feeling embarrassed when my scalp started peeking through in photos. It’s not vain to want healthy hair—it’s human. The good news? You don’t need harsh chemicals or expensive treatments to fight back. Nature’s got your back, and with a little consistency, you can nourish your scalp and encourage regrowth. That’s where Neo Hair Lotion comes in, a product rooted in natural ingredients that’s been making waves for its effectiveness.

Why Go Natural?

Before we get to Neo Hair Lotion, let’s talk about why natural solutions are the way to go. Many over-the-counter treatments, like those with minoxidil, can irritate your scalp or come with side effects like itching or redness. Natural remedies, on the other hand, work with your body’s biology. They nourish your scalp, strengthen follicles, and promote growth without the harsh stuff. Plus, they’re often gentler for those with sensitive skin—a win-win.

The Power of Neo Hair Lotion

Neo Hair Lotion, crafted by Green Wealth in Thailand, is a standout in the world of natural hair care. What makes it special? It’s packed with a blend of herbal ingredients that have been used for centuries to support hair health. Think ginseng, saw palmetto, horsetail, and Cucumis melo (oriental melon leaf) extract. These aren’t just fancy names—they’re powerhouse ingredients with science to back them up.

Ginseng Extract: This stimulates blood circulation in your scalp, waking up dormant hair follicles and delivering nutrients where they’re needed most.

Saw Palmetto: Known as a natural DHT blocker, it helps combat hair loss linked to hormones, promoting thicker, stronger strands.

Horsetail: Rich in silicon, it supports collagen production and strengthens hair from root to tip.

Cucumis Melo Extract: Scientifically shown to stimulate follicles, this extract encourages new growth and healthier hair.

Together, these ingredients create a lightweight, non-greasy formula that nourishes your scalp and revitalizes thinning hair. Unlike heavy oils that leave your hair feeling sticky, Neo absorbs quickly, making it easy to incorporate into your daily routine.

How to Use Neo Hair Lotion for Best Results

Using Neo Hair Lotion is as simple as it gets, but consistency is key. Here’s how I worked it into my routine:

Prep Your Scalp: Gently comb or massage your scalp for a minute to boost circulation. This preps your hair follicles to soak up the goodness.

Apply the Lotion: Spray Neo directly onto your scalp, focusing on thinning or bald areas. Use enough to cover the scalp evenly.

Massage It In: Gently massage the lotion into your scalp for 1-2 minutes to ensure absorption.

Leave It On: Let it sit for at least 15-20 minutes. I usually apply it morning and night and leave it on—no rinsing required.

For the best results, use it twice daily. You might start noticing less hair fall and baby hairs sprouting in as little as 3-4 weeks, but for significant regrowth, give it 3-4 months of consistent use. Patience pays off!

Why Neo Stands Out

What sets Neo apart from other products? It’s the natural blend. Unlike minoxidil-based treatments that can dry out your scalp, Neo’s formula is gentle and safe for most people (though I’d recommend a patch test if you have sensitive skin). It’s also versatile, working on all hair types—straight, curly, or coily. Plus, it’s GMP-certified, so you know you’re getting a quality product straight from Thailand.

Real Results, Real Stories

I’ve heard from friends and read reviews from users who’ve seen thicker, fuller hair after a few months of using Neo. One friend, who was skeptical at first, said she noticed her hairline filling in after about six weeks. Another user on a forum mentioned their bald spots were less noticeable after three months. These stories keep me motivated, and I’ve seen small improvements myself—my hair feels stronger, and I’m shedding less.

Tips to Boost Your Hair Regrowth Journey

Neo Hair Lotion is a fantastic start, but a holistic approach can amplify your results. Here are some tips to complement your routine:

Eat Nutrient-Rich Foods: Load up on biotin-rich foods like eggs, nuts, and avocados to support hair strength.

Stay Hydrated: A healthy scalp needs hydration, so drink plenty of water.

Manage Stress: Stress is a major culprit in hair loss. Try yoga or meditation to keep it in check.

Use a Derma Roller: Pairing Neo with a 0.5mm ghori derma roller can boost absorption and stimulate follicles.

Final Thoughts

Hair loss can feel like a battle, but it’s one you can fight with the right tools. Neo Hair Lotion offers a natural, effective way to revive your roots and regrow your confidence. With its blend of time-tested herbs and modern science, it’s a product that delivers without the harsh side effects. So, why not give it a try? Commit to the process, stay consistent, and watch your hair transform. Here’s to healthier, fuller locks and a happier you!

[ameliasoulturner]

10 Things to Do at Night Instead of Scrolling — Build Better Habits Without a Screen

Let’s be honest—most of us say we’ll watch just one episode, and before we know it, it's midnight and the "Are you still watching?" prompt is throwing shade at us. Netflix is fun, no doubt. But if you’ve ever gone to bed feeling like your brain was mush or like you just wasted three precious hours of your life, this one’s for you.

Here’s the thing—your evenings can be so much more than just binge-watching shows you won’t remember in a month. You can turn those few hours into something that not only boosts your happiness but also sets you up for a better tomorrow. And no, I’m not going to tell you to journal under candlelight (unless that’s your vibe). These are real, device-free habits you can adopt right now—even if you're not a productivity geek or self-help junkie.

Here are 10 things to do in the evening instead of watching Netflix. No screens. No guilt. Just stuff that makes you feel good and actually leads somewhere.

1. Take a Walk After Dinner — Yes, Like Your Grandparents Did

Walking is underrated. It’s low-effort, feels amazing, and clears your head like nothing else. Instead of parking yourself on the couch after dinner, try a 15-30 minute walk around the block or your local park. You’ll digest your food better, sleep deeper, and maybe even catch a pretty sunset.

Bonus: Leave your phone at home or put it on airplane mode. Let your mind wander. That’s when the best ideas sneak in.

2. Read a Real Book — The Kind With Paper

When was the last time you read something that wasn’t on a glowing screen? Reading a physical book slows your brain down in a good way. It’s like giving your mind a warm bath. Fiction can be an escape, nonfiction can be an upgrade. Either way, your brain gets nourished instead of numbed.

Pro tip: Keep a book by your couch or nightstand. Make it as easy to grab as your remote.

3. Do a 10-Minute Stretching or Mobility Routine

Most of us sit all day, then curl up on the couch and... sit some more. Your body deserves better. Just 10 minutes of slow stretching in the evening can release tension, reduce stress, and make you feel more alive.

You don’t have to go full yoga-mode. Basic mobility or even lying on the floor and doing deep breathing works. No YouTube required—just follow your body.

4. Declutter One Small Area

This one’s weirdly satisfying. Instead of watching three episodes of something “meh,” tackle that one junk drawer or messy corner you’ve been avoiding. Clean out a closet. Organize your desk. Even 15 minutes of decluttering can give you a huge mental lift.

Why it works? Physical mess creates mental noise. Clearing space outside clears space inside. You’ll feel lighter and more in control.

5. Call Someone You Care About

Remember phone calls? Like, actual talking? Texting is easy, but real conversations hit different. In the evening, instead of zoning out in front of a screen, call a friend or family member. Not to catch up in a forced way, but just to talk.

Relationships don’t maintain themselves. Making time to connect—really connect—can give you a deep sense of fulfillment. Plus, it’s a great way to feel less alone in an overly digital world.

6. Cook or Bake Something Just for Fun

We often cook because we have to. But cooking as a form of play? That’s joy. Try a new recipe. Bake banana bread. Make popcorn from scratch. Even if it flops, the act of creating something with your hands (and no screens!) is grounding.

Make it a solo thing, a date-night activity, or a way to bond with kids. Food made with intention hits different.

7. Plan Tomorrow — But Keep It Light

Instead of crashing at night and waking up to chaos, spend 5–10 minutes planning the next day. Write down three top priorities. Lay out your clothes. Prep your lunch. It’s not about becoming a robot; it’s about reducing friction in the morning.

You’ll go to bed feeling organized instead of overwhelmed. And you’ll wake up already a step ahead.

8. Do a Creative Hobby Just Because

When’s the last time you painted something, wrote a silly poem, or played an instrument without worrying about being “good”? Evenings are the perfect time to reconnect with a hobby. It can be something you haven’t done in years—or something new you’ve always wanted to try.

Creativity isn’t about being talented. It’s about expressing yourself. And doing that regularly is wildly good for your mental health.

9. Sit Outside and Do Absolutely Nothing

This one sounds lazy, but it's a form of meditation in disguise. Sit on your porch, balcony, or even your front steps. Watch the sky change colors. Listen to birds, crickets, or cars going by. Be still.

We don’t get many chances to just be. No podcast, no playlist, no notifications. Just you and the evening air. It’s peaceful, grounding, and deeply human.

10. Reflect on the Day — And Actually Feel Grateful

Before you crash for the night, take a few minutes to reflect. Ask yourself: What went well today? What made me smile? What did I handle better than usual?

Write it down or just think about it. Practicing gratitude (even briefly) rewires your brain to focus on the positive instead of the doom-scroll. Over time, it improves your mood, sleep, and relationships.

Why This Matters More Than You Think

Netflix, YouTube, TikTok—they’re not evil. But when we default to screens every night, we miss out on the quiet, rich parts of life. The ones that build momentum. The ones that feel like you.

Device-free evenings aren’t about going full Amish. They’re about creating space for better things. Things that leave you energized instead of empty. Curious instead of dulled. Present instead of distracted.

Plus, you’ll sleep better. Like, actually better. Blue light from screens messes with your melatonin levels. That show you thought was “relaxing”? It’s often amping your brain up. Try ditching screens for a few nights and see how differently you feel.

Start Small, Stay Real

You don’t have to quit Netflix cold turkey. Start with one screen-free evening a week. Or just one hour before bed. Pick a couple habits that sound fun, not forced. The goal is to feel better, not become some productivity robot.

The magic isn’t in doing all the things. It’s in choosing one and doing it with intention.

Because at the end of the day—or evening—it’s not about being busy. It’s about being alive.

[jadanblog]

Groundwork Goals: Site Prep Snapshots You’ll Love

Before bricks or concrete are put in place and walls or roofs are formed, the most important part happens: preparing the site. Although this material is quiet and unnoticed, it is vital for construction. Consider it as making sure everything is prepared for a great show. Even the prettiest homes can fall apart if their foundation is not strong.

In this blog, we’re taking a closer look at the foundational steps of site prep with inspiring snapshots and insights. If you’re a skilled contractor, have just started building or simply have dreams for your home, these pictures will both teach you and get you motivated for the future.

Snapshot 1: Surveying the Scene

Before a single shovel hits the dirt, surveying is the name of the game. Here, you outline the land, identify its borders, assess slopes, heights and know where utility lines are. The right attention here stops issues with the law and ensures your house is built to plan.

Key Tools: Total stations, GPS units, drones Why It Matters: Avoids encroachment and ensures design accuracy

Snapshot 2: Clearing and Grubbing

Here’s where the transformation begins. Landscape workers remove trees, shrubs, roots, rocks and debris to make the area clear. At this phase, any old buildings that are found on-site get removed. It’s noisy, messy, and incredibly satisfying.

Key Tools: Bulldozers, excavators, chainsaws Pro Tip: Consider saving healthy trees where possible to enhance landscaping later

Snapshot 3: Excavation & Grading

Now we’re getting into the dirt—literally. Excavation shapes the land according to the building’s blueprint. Digging in trenches takes place for the purpose of building foundations, basements and installing utility lines. After leveling, grading makes certain that no more flooding or erosion issues occur by leading water away from buildings.

Key Tools: Backhoes, graders, laser levels Fun Fact: Poor grading is one of the top causes of basement leaks

Snapshot 4: Soil Testing & Stabilization

Every good foundation rests on reliable soil. Soil compaction, how moist it is and its ability to carry the weight are checked by engineers to decide if the structure is stable. Sometimes, soil stabilization is used to strengthen the ground under your construction.

Key Tools: Penetrometers, augers, lab analysis kits Why It Matters: Prevents uneven settling and structural cracks

Snapshot 5: Utility Layout & Trenches

Before you pour your slab or lay your foundation, it’s time to install the skeleton of your future building—water, sewage, electric, and gas lines. The changes are planned and arranged in advance to prevent possible additional costs.

Key Tools: Trenchers, piping, conduit Pro Tip: Coordinate closely with utility companies to prevent delays

Snapshot 6: Erosion Control & Drainage Planning

Prior to starting construction, erosion control is planned using silt fences, sediment traps and straw wattles to shield the work area and safe guard nearby water bodies. Drainage systems designed properly help maintain a healthy landscape for years.

Key Tools: Drainage pipes, filter fabrics, check dams Bonus Benefit: Keeps your site compliant with environmental regulations

Snapshot 7: Foundation Forms

With everything ready, workers put the foundation forms in place.. Whether it’s for a slab, crawl space, or full basement, this step brings your blueprints to life in 3D. Now, reinforcements such as rebar are incorporated for stability.

Main requirements: Using formwork, rebar and a concrete mixer Exciting Moment: The first real “shape” of your building becomes visible!

Why You’ll Love These Site Prep Snapshots

Even though site preparation isn’t as exciting as the completed rooms, they are equally important and usually more enjoyable. Seeing land become a work site after careful groundwork gives a good reminder of the importance of starting out right.

Capture the Moment: If you’re managing your own project, take photos at each stage. In addition to helping us remember, drawings help during inspections, apply for permits and guide us during maintenance.

Final Thoughts

Strong, careful site preparation in construction is about more than expensive machinery and moving earth around. You need to stay focused, precise and plan everything out before you start. Proper planning prepares everything to come, making your project start smoothly.

[zimwy]

you feel so fucking good.

smut meme. | @us4gent

today's operation bleeds off some of bucky's unassailable professionalism. the target is a former red room agent whose made contact with a sentient alien species interested in harboring him and a precious mystical artifact thought long inert, lifted from a museum in the balkans. the interpersonal drive makes his mouth brim with dry cotton, a doll with a frayed stitch. he knows his name when he sees it on the pre-operation file, and it burns him to the core.

the actual operation goes smoothly enough, up until the subject requires physical apprehension. bucky goes a little overboard. he rattles their hostile, slams him into the yielding ground over and over, an exchange of heated russian carrying across the concrete floor of the red room student's greek safehouse. it happens too quick: false hand coiled around his throat, bucky applies an excess of pressure, popping his spine. the axis cervical vertebrae snaps, and that's that. he goes slack, glass eyed.

everyone sees, and no one comments. the ride back in the f-35 (after returning the artifact to it's place) is eerily quiet.

the evening winds down. john's prepped meal remains untouched in the shared commons fridge; bucky notices it sitting there (J.W. sharpied into the lid) when he retrieves his own protein bowl. when the microwave beeps, he grabs the plastic by the steaming rim with his prosthetic hand and meanders off toward john's room, shoveling hearty helpings into his mouth. when he finds his door unlocked, he shoulders in, finding john propped up against the furthest wall just beneath the jut of a windowsill.

' hey, ' bucky grunts as he finishes off his dinner, tosses the empty bowl into the rooms garbage can seated near the exit. ' you're not eating? '

he studies john's face, watches his stare move from an imperceptible spot on the floor to meet him, sees something there that reminds him of contempt. not nearly so astringent and cruel, but bucky sees whatever lurks beneath the surface of him, even if he cannot determine it's form. no, john murmurs, watching you kill that guy curbed my appetite. it feels like harp strings lined on bucky's back, plucked one by one; very few individuals had a way of rubbing sandpaper into his skin the way john did, and if it didn't agitate him so much, he'd consider it a talent.

their synchroneity and his dedication to duty always made bucky forget the capacity walker had to irritate him. but this went beyond some petty agitation; bucky's jaw muscles flex, instinctive tensing bracing his body. ' he was one of my students. you think i wanted to do that? he wasn't going to surrender. we're taught not to. ' death in service was the most honorable option in the eyes of the soviet union. though, if bucky thinks about it too long, he cannot say the american government or military is all that different, can he?

he watches that same emotion harden and collect. john pops his lips, makes a face that drives jowl lines into his firm jaw. he gets to his feet, meanders over to an assortment of personal affects sitting in a cardboard box atop a nightstand. bucky watches him rifle through the contents with delicate care, like he was searching for something gauzy and breakable. just feels like a double standard, doesn't it? you kill someone and nobody bats an eye.

the unspoken is immediately known to bucky, unveiled easily by john's terse tone. (but when i kill someone, it's a problem.)

' be careful, walker. ' proffered as a warning. bucky's stare darkens, something cold as ice welling to the surface of him, wintry and honed. it threatened to give way to that well of explosive anger just beneath, a roaring conflagration that fed easy on the feelings bucky didn't want to address. yeah? john probes, arms slackening as his hands fall away from that box. bucky thinks it might be mementos, memories, personal affects he could not bear to part with. that made sense. he carried a part of natalia and steve and sam with him wherever he went, in some way or another. what, or you'll kill me too? or maybe torture me first? get me screamin'?

bucky's temper overflows. he grabs john by the front of his shirt, two hands fisting around the cloth at his clavicle, and jams him back into the wall. the effort it takes would surprise him if he was thinking about it, always forgets the extent of his strength and the resistant quality of it. his build was subtle and hidden away, and it spoke nothing of the endowment of superior strength. bucky, john breathes, his intones shifting in such a way they play along bucky's insides like piano keys. what he finds in his determination is hunger, burning from rage into primal lust. when their mouths meet, it's crushing. bucky has to drag john's head down to account for the disparity in height, coaxes his natal hand into the hinge of his jaw and the field of coarse hairs he finds there. his heart slams mercilessly into his chest, the density of his anxieties crashing into an accruing need. they've gotten so close to this before, only to stall out at the last moment, no consummation over duty. but, they have time, tonight. time, and privacy.

john takes the lead from him, seizes his proverbial leash. when his hand passes across bucky's chest, grips at the muscle and tests a thumb across the bud of his nipple through his undershirt, bucky whines, throaty and full. john must decide he likes that sound, because he does it again only seconds thereafter. his opposite hand glides across bucky's back, raking the definition and following the curve of his spine until he meets the arch of his ass over his form-hugging nylon.

bucky can play at that, too. he angles his wrist in such a way that cupping john's dick through his slacks is easy, warm digits furling with measured care around the form of him. he relishes in the little gasp it pulls out of him, strokes up until he feels the weight of the tip bob against his palm, then absconds to rub at the lower plane of his abdomen. his pinky and ring finger breach the band of his boxers, gliding through the den of dark blond hairs to caress his stiffening shaft.

' can i-- ' god, yes.

easing him free over the elastic waistline, bucky's breath stalls as he navigates the length of john's cock, offering exploratory touches and enthusiastic petting. he cups the underside, thumb tugging across the base, before dragging the ring of his hold up to his glans. feeling him twitch in his hands in tandem with his pulse sends a needy ache through bucky's center. he wants--needs--to feel him, right now. releasing his grip, bucky only stalls to spit saliva into his palm, renewing his tentative strokes thereafter. slicking john's cock, he gives his head a gentle squeeze, smearing precum over his slit. it'd go easier if he had lube, but somehow bucky doubts thats something walker keeps on hand, and he'd taken enough in his life he could do with only minimal preparation.

to his surprise, john leverages bucky's weight, hands firmly planted on the back of his ass, lifting him right off his feet. bucky yelps as he's carried to john's bed, laid into the mattress with such precious attention it makes him feel.. delicate. he flushes, the tips of his ears gradient pink, an airbrush of rose dusting his cheeks. lifting his hips for ease of access, bucky shivers when he feels the waistline of his tights (and his silk black briefs) roll over his backside, his thighs, the long stretch of his well-muscled legs. john's hands dig into the outskirt of his hips, flank muscles and thin fats. he adjusts the two of them so his dick sat flush near the inner seam of one of bucky's dense thighs, wet and heavy and hard.

when he stalls, barnes can see the migrant trepidation on his face. it's a look steve's given him, too, uncertainty mired in desire, the unknown plunge. bucky can't help but tremble with a quiet laugh, his half-mast cock jumping against his taut abdomen.

' just get me wet and put it in, john. '

is that embarrassment bucky spies on his face? either way, he watches it burn into steely resolution--the kind he expected from captain america. watches him bring his own index finger to his mouth, watches his spittle collect in the grooves of his skin and shine off the length, watches him tentatively lower his hand to bucky's sensitive areas.

the moment john's digit rings his entrance, bucky cannot watch anymore. his head thuds into john's pillow, sucking in a hard breath. he clenches his teeth as he's broached, shallow inhales, panted exhales. john sinks to the first joint, then the second, then the knuckle. it's a little too fast, but bucky doesn't have it in him to make heads or tails of it and tell him to slow down. it didn't matter. he'd heal, and quickly. a groan rolls up from his sternum, leaks from between his teeth; it vibrates the cord of his throat, and john must like what he sees, or finds it inviting, as his mouth is on him a second later. he sucks at bucky's carotid artery, bruises the skin. it would flower into a hickey, later.

john crooks his finger inside him, strokes the inner wall of him, and finds his prostate. the shock of rubbing across that sensitive bundle of nerves jolts and pools into bucky's pelvic floor, burns his spinal cord. he squirms, a strangled sound trapped against his tongue and palate. when john does it again, his hips buck, more flinch reaction than conscious movement.

all in all, he doesn't open him up quite enough for the experience to be painless, but bucky won't fault him for it. if it's new to him, then he thinks he's approached the unknown with enough confidence and certainty that he did a good enough of a job. when he unwinds his finger, it leaves bucky feeling terribly, painfully absent, empty, clutching for the obstruction that isn't there. but his finger is quickly replaced by the press of his cock, head at the precipice of his slick hole. one of john's hands anchors across bucky's thick thigh, another girding around the space just above his adonis belt. ready?

' fuck me alr--- '

john thrusts into him. the sudden spear of his cock lances deep into bucky's center, inspiring a twist of searing pain. the cry that punches out of him is sharp and loud--apparently, too loud, as it's quickly swallowed up by a meeting of their mouths, this kiss gentler than the one administered before. the sound dies between them, bouncing off john's teeth. as if recognizing the full send was too much, john stills in him for an abnormally long time, giving bucky time to adjust. he clenches and flutters in pulses, the sting ever so slowly abating. it tides into a numb, glassy sensation, nothing but the satisfaction of being stretched and full. as john curls over him, he plants his hands beside bucky's head, dragging his hips up to roll them forward. the uncomfortable twinge gives way to a familiar cresting pleasure, gusts of it snaking through him from pelvic floor to the rhythm of his heart.

you feel so fucking good, john murmurs against the shell of his ear, scraping his teeth against bucky's jaw.

that--praise--makes him tighten up. the groan that leaves john feels like heaven to bucky, almost as good as the plunge of his cock. ' y'keep talkin' like that, ' bucky hums, ' i won't ever let you go. '