#tum x phone

[fanfictionroxs]

Tum and Phone fucking ripped my heart out. Tum hesitating to accept Phone's love and then spending years trying to bring him back to life because the love was always there. Tum staying stuck on Phone and still seeing his ghost even after 11 years, even after his one hope of reviving Phone was snatched away. Tum not being able to let go because the person he loved let go of his life too soon. But it was never a choice. It was just Phone's time, in this universe and in every other universe. Phone's time was up and so he was snatched away by the cruel hands of fate before Tum ever got a chance to figure out things between them or confess his true feelings.. his love was gone.

[heretherebedork]

The phone romance that paralleled their lives, Tum falling in love with Phone after his death while Phone was falling in love with him who wasn't him there, wasn't him at the time, the love that radiates across the years and across time and space and resonates with agony that cannot be fixed or saved because the past is the past and somethings are fixed and cannot be changed no matter how much they hurt.

[jrueships]

the kitty stretch continues with stef !!

more kitties under the cut cus i liked them lol

i think this one is dead

[00ops1e]

taskforce 141 + könig x sick! reader

warnings: emetophobia trigger warning, mentions of puking/being sick, fluff, hurt/comfort maybe??, not proofread a/n: omg here it is. the first cod thing ive written! but not actually theres some filth hiding in my documents. this is totally lowkey a self insert. geared towards female! reader but if you squint at the petnames could be gn. i've been so so sick lately and tbh scares me a lil but what cant be fixed by fictional men?? nothing.

Ghost

 A little bit of a germaphobe

Will take off his mask, but replace it with a medical mask

Only so he can still hold you, just with a peace of mind

He does NOT want to get sick too

Because then how could he take care of you?

Always has a puke bowl at the ready

Orders your favorite takeout, even if you don’t feel like eating

Because hes a firm believer in leftovers.

Which may just be the cause of this

But you'd never tell him. poor man would get so guilty he had forgotten to throw it away.

Puts on a movie and lets you fall asleep on his chest

I feel like he’s a cold-blooded type of person, doesn’t generate much heat

but makes up for it in comfort

so many blankets

so so many. 

Checks your temperature in your sleep

Lowkey counts respirations just to be sure

Makes sure you keep hydrated

Will bring you to urgent care if he’s really worried

No matter how much you protest!

Soap

Squeamish when it comes to throwing up

Will try his very best to stay with you, but sometimes ends up running from the room

Because the last thing he'd wanna do is gag at you

While hes ran away he gets a cold rag to press on your forehead, and clean you up a bit in the process

"yer hidin? awh bonnie i wasnt meanin' to embarrass ye" he says while taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his eyes

"sickness and health yeah? i wanna take care of you"

Insists on rubbing vicks/ vaporub on you

Not because hes a little perv (he is)

But because he loves you and the sniffles break his little heart

peppers kisses across your collarbones, vicks smell clogging his nose

but he’s too focused on the goosebumps that rise on your skin, your little shivers

“Awh, my poor sick lass,”

Constantly checking for a fever

Forcing you to stay in bed, even after you feel better, “not takin chances, rest up.”

this man on the other hand is a human space heater

throwing a blanket on and off the two of you, getting too hot and then shortly after too cold. 

not as convenient when it’s hot out lol

head rubs 

head rubs

Gaz

Tries to bring you to a doctor/ urgent care immediatley

Will try to call an ambulance over a slight fever

Stocks up on pedialyte/makes sure youre hydrated

Cuddles constantly, does not care if he catches anything

loves being the big spoon so he can lay in the crook of your neck and still hold onto you tight 

Has extra blankets on deck

entertains you with silly little jokes

but then apologizes while giggling because you laughed so hard it hurt a little. 

Will feed you cold medicine/tums

teases you when you complain about taking them

“i don’t need you gettin any grumpier love”

Will hold back your hair/ stroke your back while youre getting sick

gets offended when you get embarrassed about it

“are you judging my girl?” he teases you

Tries his best to cook, but lowkey fails miserably

Resorts to cup of noodles and lipton packets. 

Price

Such dad vibes

Will make soup or other comfort foods from scratch

And his cooking skills are unmatched

Runs you a shower/bath and washes your hair for you

back rubs and massages

pressing small kisses to your shoulders as he works

also a human heater but not too hot, just the perfect temperature 

also just the perfect shape to spoon you, cradling every inch of your body

“I hate it when my baby’s sick,” he says, rubbing soft circles into your side

Doesnt even have to make a pharmacy run because hes so well prepared

Feeds you medicine, on the dot, every few hours after it wears off

(he totally sets reminders in his phone. [typing like an old person with reading glasses on])

Will stay in bed all day with you, quietly typing and mumbling to himself while you nap at his side

occasionally leaning down to kiss your forehead while he works

the computer goes away as soon as you wake up

"how're you feeling princess?"

loves having you in his arms, pulled close to his chest

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch (bridal style ofc)

Will hold your hair back, refuses to leave your side

“Of course youre not gross darling, we all get sick,”

Konig

rubs your back as you're hunched over the toilet

will sit down with you on the floor, back up against the bathtub when its too much of a risk to leave the bathroom

just wants to keep you company :(

"take as long as you need, liebling"

fills up the tub while still convincing you to get in

he promises you'll feel better after

caves and offers to join you as a last resort to get you cleaned up

Long baths, cuddling in the warm water

Letting the steam clear your sinus

Brushes and braids your hair

when you start feeling better but are still running a fever, hes worried.

but youre dealing with a burst of energy and simply must start with the housework

konig will put you over his shoulder and escort you back to bed

will paint your nails in bed to entertain you, anything to keep you still and in bed

Lets you put your cold feet on him, but only when you dont feel good

totally unprepared because i feel like this man has an immune system of steel

makes a quick pharmacy run, but has to call you for the shopping list bc oops he forgot 

depending on how sick you are, lets you come along for the ride

“promise you’ll stay in the car ja?”

always returns with a sweet little treat or small gift/toy for you

“gesundheit!” as he chuckles at your sneeze 

jokes that maybe he should put a mask on you

[hunterwritesstuff]

Adam x fem sinner reader, Adam(angel) being insecure about his tummy and face, so reader basically just with body worship! (Suggestive!)

Sure!! :D Hope you enjoy! :D

"Why do you call me perfect?"

Adam groaned, gently pinching at his tummy. God, today was NOT being nice to him. First, his robe had to be put into the laundry, so he couldn't exactly cover up like usual, THEN his mask had to be fixed/remade, so his face was all out in the open, today just fucking sucked.

He straight up took down all the mirrors in his room at this point. He hated how he looked, and he knew if he went out, he'd have to put on the typical confident persona he always put on.

Hell, he didn't even want to fucking leave his room until he could cover up again! He sighed frustratedly, just resolving to get back into bed until he could wear his robe and mask again.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, hidden under his blanket for, he just knew he heard someone come in. "Adam?" He heard his partner call softly.

He grimaced. You were gonna see him at his most insecure, at his lowest, at his WORST.

He squeezed his eyes shut as the blankets got pulled off, ready for any insults or wayward comments to come his way about his appearance.

...

...

...

...

...but they never came. The only thing that came his way was a soft hand running through his hair. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at you, tears starting to well up in them. "...you can go ahead, y'know...everyone else has already done it multiple times...you don't have to be different." Adam sighed.

"What do you mean, love?" You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

"Just LOOK at me!! I'm not conventionally attractive, I'm fat, I've let myself go, my face isn't attractive-" He started, pausing as you hushed him.

"Adam, you're perfect to me. Besides, even if you weren't-which you AREN'T-you were the first human. If you have any imperfections-which you DON'T-it's because God didn't really have humanity figured out fully." You reassured.

Adam frowned. "I'm SUPPOSED to be perfect. But I'm not."

"But you're perfect to me. Isn't that enough?" You asked. "I love you for all of you. No matter what."

"Nobody could. Two people already threw me away-People just want me for my dick! Not me as a person! Just my dick!" Adam ranted. "Nobody likes how I look!! I'm a mess, I've let myself go, and you should try to find somebody better for you!"

You furrowed your eyebrows in worry. How bad had this man seen himself? You looked down at your pocket, pulling your phone out, searching something up.

"Adam?" You asked.

"Just go find someone else." Adam frowned.

You shoved your phone into his face, showing him a photo of a baby seal. "What does this seal look like?" You asked.

"....it looks fat. Why?" Adam chuffed.

"How do you feel about it?" You asked.

"...it's cute." Adam sighed.

"That? I see you as that baby seal." You said softly. "Yes, you may be bigger, but you're still cute to me. I love you for YOU. Your face, your tum, your wings, all of it. All of you is perfect to me."

You turned to Adam, finding he was tearing up, clearly on the verge of breaking down into tears. "You think I'm like a baby seal...?"

"Mhm! And just like a baby seal, I wanna pick you up and snuggle you and love you and cuddle you until you realize just how lovable you are!"

Adam sighed, melting into your embrace. He felt happy. "I will say, the dick is a plus." You joked.

"Well, you've earned it, babe~" Adam grinned.

[macgyvermedical]

How to Go To a U.S. Hospital in 2022

Welcome to the hospital. You may have heard that we're understaffed. We are. We are no longer in a position to live up to the hospital experience you had back in 2019.

This post is about how to get the best possible care despite these trying times. Much of it is also applicable to long term care facilities and other institutions who are running on empty.

The Emergency Department

Consider: Do you have to go to an emergency department to get the care you need? If you need a prescription or a covid test or an inhaler or an x-ray or a STI test or basic diagnosis and otherwise you're probably fine, go to your doctor, a quick clinic, or an urgent care. You will not get care faster in the emergency room. I promise. Go to the ED if you are reasonably sure you would die or lose a limb if you didn't.

The ED is not first come first served. People who are going to die if they are not seen get seen first. If you are stable, even if you are in pain, be prepared to wait. At the height of covid we had stable people waiting for over 24 hours in the waiting area. We also cannot legally tell you to go somewhere else, even if we're pretty sure you're not sick enough to get seen anytime soon.

Bring your home meds. You are going to be there a while and you might not get in a bed in time to get your next dose. Even when you do, it takes a long time for a doctor to order your home meds. We never intended you to stay here for 4 days, so the infrastructure isn't there. Also, bringing your home meds is going to save you money.

RE: the above- tell us what you're taking, when you're taking it. We do want to know that so we don't give you anything that would interact with it. We also really want you to keep taking your home meds so you don't get worse.

Bring a charging cord for your phone, a change of clothes, a book, and if the visitation rules allow, a friend. You're going to be here a while.

The Emergency Department is designed to figure out what's wrong with you and do things that will save your life or help you leave the ED without having to get admitted. Sometimes the ED will treat pain, but each pain medication dose is ordered separately, so it's probably not going to be on the time scale you want or need. I hate to say this, but do keep asking. We have been really conditioned to assume if you stop asking, you're not in pain anymore.

If they tell you not to eat, or not to take a certain med, follow that advice. I know you've probably been there for a while and no one's told you why you can't do these things. That's not great. Ask why if you can, but assume the request is legit.

In order for you to be admitted, you need to be sick enough that they can't just kick you out with a cab voucher, a prescription, and a turkey sandwich. That's pretty dang sick these days. Pretty much, you have to be in danger of dying or losing a limb if you don't get admitted. And also, a bed in the hospital has to become available that can accommodate your needs. This usually means someone else has to get discharged or die. That might take a while, because they were just as sick as you when they came in.

The Hospital Floor

So they decided to admit you, a bed became available, and transport finally showed up to take you to your new bed.

Bring the following: A charger for your phone (I know you'd think we have these, but I swear we don't- they've all been stolen). If you smoke, bring nicotine lozenges or gum (you can't smoke or vape here. We have patches, but if you wait until you need a cig, it's too late for a patch to work, and if you try to sneak out most places will not let you back on the floor and you'll have to go back to the ED). If you have heartburn regularly, bring tums (we can order you tums, but you'll only be able to take like 1 every other hour, and let's be honest, if you use tums you usually need more than that). If you take a weird med, bring it (especially HIV drugs, chemo drugs, and meds for autoimmune conditions, because it takes forever to get some of these because we don't always have them on site). If you have severe allergies, consider bringing your own food. Seriously.

RE the above: Tell us what you're taking, when you're taking it.

Do not bring narcotics. There's too much liability on our end. Both because we cannot control how much you take if they are in your possession and if we find them we have to call security to watch us count them and store them in a locked drawer and which will be destroyed in 30 days if you forget to ask for them on the way out. It's just a hassle and someone is always in danger of getting sued over it.

If you drink more than 4 drinks a day, or use street drugs, tell us. Tell us please please tell us. We will not tell the cops. If we know, we will then be able to ask you questions about your withdrawal symptoms and can give you meds to control them. If you wait until you start swinging at us and having seizures we will not be happy.

Also, if you're on MAT, tell us. We don't automatically re-order suboxone or vivitrol like we do other meds. Addiction med has to be consulted, come see you, and work miracles to get that ordered for you while you're in the hospital.

If you see pain management, tell us as early as you can. Pain management has to be consulted and then work absolute miracles to get the admitting providers to order your home regimen, because anything more than 10mg of oxycodone every 4 hours is terrifying to them, even if you take 160mg of methodone everyday at home without a problem. The sooner they know you're here, the less likely you'll be miserable for a week before those things can be re-ordered.

Also, bring a friend. Seriously. I'm not kidding please bring a friend who is willing to help take care of you- things like turn you, help you dress, feed you, hold your hair back when you puke, and change your sheets when you pee the bed. And please bring someone you feel will follow the rules and ask before getting you something. You don't want to stay longer just because your friend brought you food you weren't supposed to eat because they felt bad for you.

A scheduled event is not really scheduled. Yes, you might have been told that your surgery is scheduled for 8am. You might have been told your dialysis was going to be "this afternoon". These things are not set in stone, and unless you are literally and currently dying, nothing is happening "right now". I have watched people wait days for appendectomies, gallbladder removals, displaced fractures, and other urgent-but-not-immediately-life-threatening problems. All a late intervention means is that someone else would have died if they did it as scheduled.

MOVE. Barring an unstable pelvic fracture or two broken femurs, if you can get out of bed and walk around, walk (ask your nurse if they want you to ask for assistance when you get out of bed to prevent falls). If you can't, sit up in a chair for part of the day. If you can't do that, move around in bed- roll back and forth, bend your knees, point your toes, do anything to keep you moving. If you're in pain, take pain medication strategically and move when it's most effective.

6:30 to 9:30, day or night, is the worst time period to put your call light on. Report time is 7 o'clock, meaning we have about a half hour to learn about our patients and set up our day, after which we have about 15 mins allotted per patient to assess the person, discuss goals for the day, find and pass daily medications, get vitals and blood sugar if applicable, and do anything the patient needs to get them set up for the day (water, pain meds, set up tray/feed, toilet, etc...). Put it on if you need to, but know that it will take a lot longer to be answered during these time periods than any other time of day.

You can refuse anything you want to refuse. You just can't sue us about it later. You can even say "I know you told me to do this thing, I am not doing it, please document accordingly". We will probably try to explain the consequences of not doing the thing. I recommend you listen, but the choice is certainly and always up to you.

You can leave against medical advice. It is also a thing you can do. As long as you let us tell you the risks, you can leave with prescriptions, education, and a wheelchair ride to the front door if you care to stick around for an hour or so after you declare you would like to leave. Some insurance companies have rules about this, which you can find by calling them. Just call and ask "what are the consequences of leaving against medical advice?" Some insurances don't have any consequences, some will completely refuse to pay for the stay, and some will refuse to pay for a second ED trip or admission within 30 days for the same problem.

Our prioritization system is: Critical (CPR, evaluating changes in status, dealing with changes in vital signs) Urgent (bed change for incontinent patient, pain/nausea/time-sensitive meds, drawing stat labs, answering phone calls from doctors, etc..) Routine (scheduled meds, scheduled assessments, calling family members, basic comfort things, ambulating patients, education, etc..) and Extra (everything else that has to do with comfort but isn't necessarily going to change outcomes).

I have had whole shifts where I don't do anything that isn't critical or urgent (with one routine med pass that was really late). I've rarely had a shift in the last 3 years where I've been able to do anything extra.

We're doing our best. Seriously. Nearly every shift I've worked has been absolutely flat out for 12 hours, and it takes a solid 2 days actually to recover from 2 days in a row of work. I would say I rarely get a full lunch break. Our patients are more and more complicated, and the decisions higher and higher stakes. Please understand. If you or a loved one hasn't been seen by the nurse in a few hours, it just means we're not as worried about you as the person down the hall who keeps trying to die.

We wish we could give you 2019 care. We really, really do. We don't have the resources for that anymore. We are triaging. The hotel vibe they were trying to present in 2019 is in the facility design only. You have to bring your own bells and whistles. You have to help us help you now.

[slvthrs]

WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME DADDY | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

you don’t think vinnie loves you so you flirt with his friends, he proves that your his

ROOMMATE!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, friend’s with benefits typa relationship, degradation kink, spanking, pet names, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), brat taming, oral (m reciving), fingering, slight dumbification, harsh sex to really fluffy sex 

word count: 2.8k

author’s note: this is inspired by the song why don’t you by father

“Vinnieee” I slurred out, I was slightly tipsy from my friends being here earlier and us drinking and shit talking about boys and relationships. I was currently snuggled up in me bed in my bra and underwear re-watching ‘skins’ while smoking some weed to combat with my stupid fucking ex breaking up with me over me living with a guy- I hate that asshole so much. 

“What the fuck do you want” He said groaning and walking into my room

“Vincent can you please can you go downstairs and get me some Aspirin and Tums” I say with a pout, I know my hangovers and if I don’t have medicine I’m gonna be a bitch.

He flops onto my bed and looks at me while I lay down next to him, “Was this guy really worth all this shit” He asks looking at me, “Why did he even break up with you, what did you do?”

I may or may have not told Vinnie yet that the fact I broke up with my boyfriend was because of him, “It wasn’t that big of a deal anyways, don’t worry” I fail to look reassuring, 

“C’mon dude were close, I LIVE WITH YOU, I won’t judge you” He says with a pout and who am I to deny such an adorable sight

I sigh, “He was just generally overprotective and possessive or whatever but um the main reason he broke up with my was erm cause I lived with you” I close my eyes shut afraid of what Vinnies’s reaction might be but he sits up and just looks baffled

“Wait wait you’re telling me he broke up with you cause you lived with me?” He says it like it’s unbelievable

I just chuckled, “Yeah I guess he thought that we were a thing behind his back or something”

“Damn that sucks man I’m really sorry, why didn’t you just move out with him?” He asks with a lot more sincerity than I have right now- I’m just focused on how close vinnie’s lips are to mine,

“It’s fine I like living with you and some insecure guy isn’t gonna change that” I say staring at his lips

“Yeah, but I dunno it makes me feel bad that you feel like this because of me” he says brushing a few strands of my hair of my face and rubbing the tears of my face as I lean into the touch

“It’s fine Vincent I promise you, living with you is worth being single” I say trying to reassure him with my face still in his hands

All he does is chuckle and then our lips are connected.

That's how it started. Now everytime me or Vinnie are mad and we need to take out our anger, or we need a date for an event, or even if we want to get off we always have each other. That’s the rule- no matter what we have time for each other.

But it’s been a week and Vinnie has barely talked to me and I shouldn’t be mad cause this is a casual thing- no strings or whatever, but what pisses me off so much is that he’s talking to another girl- specifically my best friend Zoe, who assures me it’s platonic but god I’m so mad at both of them.

He’s to fucking busy to notice that it’s been around 3 months since we started this- whatever this is, woo it’s our ‘anniversary’ and he doesn’t fucking care does he?

I had just gotten out of the shower after a busy day at work and I just needed some sort of release so my only option was obviously my roommate. I quickly put on a matching set and some black sweat pants and a white lace tank top and walked out of my room to find Vinnie.

When I found him he was shirtless sitting in front of his gaming setup on his phone- oh fuck he looks so good.

He was clearly just finished working out- He was shirtless with just sweats on his hair fucked up and one hand scrolling on his phone with his other hand was resting behind his head while he was leaning on his gaming chair.

I went up to him and leaned on his desk waiting for him to acknowledge me to no avail

“Hey Vinnie are you busy right now” I ask with my tone bleeding with annoyance

“Oh uh I’m kinda messaging-” I cut him off “Zoe, right, whatever”

I walk back into my room seething I fucking hate him so much he’s a bitch fuck this.

I grab my phone and scroll down to find Theo’s contact, he was one of his irls that his fans didn’t know much about- Vinnie gave it to me a while ago when Theo came over to take pet-sit hera when both of us were out of the country but now it was the perfect revenge.

I flop onto my bed grabbing one of my pillows and I call the number a few times before he picks up

“Hey y/nnn” He calls out

“Hey Theo” I yawn, “How are you?” I ask with as much sincerity I can muster

“M’ good, I’m just playing valorant, what about you” He says

“I’m good Vinnies just being annoying right now so I wanna talk to you” I laugh

He laughs with me, “Yeah, that’s Vinnie for you, anyways wanna talk about it cause u called me like super late”

“Oh erm nah its fineee” I draw out, “Just wanted to talk to you y’know” I try to deflect

“At 12 am?” He says with a chuckle

“Uh yeah I guess sorry” I try to make it seem sincere 

“Hmm yeah sure, is there anything else you want?” He asks, if I wanted to I could have sex with him but that just seems really fucking wrong

But I don’t need to fuck him to get Vinnie jealous, he’s the most fucking possesive person I’ve met me talking to Theo is gonna fucking rile him up to no end

“Um sorry this is a weird request but can I play valo with you, I need to get my mind off shit?” I say ask rubbing the back of my neck and cringing, that was a shit lie 

“Oh…kay, sure why not anything for a pretty lady” He says with a certain confidence in his voice. “Hope on valo, let’s play a couple competitive matches”

I agree and end the call to hop onto my desktop and pick up the call on discord.

We start off as attackers and our team wins 7 out of the twelve rounds before we switch to defense, multiple close calls, including my team being wiped out with me being the only person left to defend for us, and when we win that round I scream so loud to ensure Vinnie hears me. 

We end up winning the match and I jump off the chair and do a spin out of happiness, but out of the corner of my eye I see the familiar blond leaning on my door frame yet I don’t acknowledge him.

“Hey Theo” I ask breathlessly, “You're really good at valo thank-” But before I can finish thanking him that familiar scent of sandalwood mixed with lavender and smoke creeps up behind me caging me into my desk and ending my call with Theo.

A hand on my jaw pulls my gaze away from my screen into addictive brown eyes, neither of us make a sound, we just stare at each other too afraid to mess up the atmosphere.

I break the silence first, “What the fuck was that for asshole” I say only slightly louder than a whisper, still to afraid to ruin the moment.

“You know what that was for pretty, what are you doing calling some rando at fucking 12 at night bitch?” He asks but I don’t need to reply, we both know the answer to that.

He continues, “Dumb little girl is so needy she’ll whore herself out to anyone who’ll pick up the phone? You know I’m always there but you can’t handle not being the center attention for like 5 minutes”

And that’s what pisses me off, I stand up looking at him level in the eye, “You don’t get to fucking say that Vin! You haven’t talked to me in a week cause your to busy slutting yourself out to MY best friend and-” 

He cuts me off, “Can I kiss you?”

“Oh my fucking god Vin your so annoying, you never listen to me it’s like talking to a wall!”

“That doesn’t answer my question, can I kiss you?”

I hate the things he does to me, I hate how he makes my entire body heat up when I’m mad at him, I hate how he tries to get me going at the worst time, I hate how he tries to fix our arguments and our mistakes by getting me horny, and I really fucking hate how it works.

I nod and he places his hand on my hips and guides me into a kiss whilst I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into the kiss, his hands roam around my body slipping under my shirt to pull it off. We let go of the kiss to take our shirts and pants off and we both ended up back on my bed with him against the headboard and me straddling him, grinding on his clothed cock.

“Shit, I fucking hate you so much,” I plead whilst my hands curl into his hair and his lips trail blazing kisses along my neck down to my tits whilst he unclasps my bra and keeps the kisses going.

“Yeah, yeah, say whatever you want baby, you know your mine” He says in between kisses 

And the fucked up part is that he’s right.

I could flirt with as men as I want and he could talk to as many girls as he likes to try to forget me, but fuck we both end up in one of our bed’s at the end of the night, worshiping each others bodies or ruining each other till theres nothing left in either of us- I’m his, and he’s mine… even if were to pussy to say it.

But right now I’d rather die than admit to him that he’s right.

“Really” I question breathlessly, “I thought zoe was yours?”

“Oh fuck off, if you wanna be a brat, I’ll fucking treat you like a brat.” He says as he manhandles me so my face is pushed into my pillows and my ass up in the air and smack my right cheek

The burn makes me hiss into the pillow whilst his hands snake down my back to pull my hair which in turn pulls my hair up so he can see my face.

“Your mine” He instructs, “Say it, say your mine.”

He knows im his, we both know that I’m his but fuck the man and his stupid insecurity crisis, I’m not saying shit.

“Fuck fine, we’ll just do this the regular way” He says and accentuates with a slap on my left ass which makes me hiss and arch my back into him.

I don’t know how long the spanking goes on for but I know it burns but I feel so fucking good right now, I can see stars and Vinnie and that’s all I need right now.

He’s finally done and flips me over, “Cmon baby, just say it, I wanna fuck my girl and I know you wanna feel good pretty, it’s just 2 words.”

I know my face looks exhausted because Vinnie starts kissing every single soft spot on my neck, collarbones and jaw so I can relax and take a moment to relax. “Daddy-” I slur out, “Can I suck you off?” I say with such an innocent tone and doe eyes that I think it takes him a second to register.

He doesn’t say anything but helps me situate myself on my knees in front of his still clothed dick. 

He moves the hair of my face and helps me take his boxers off, his cock looks angry and red with precum already leaking off of it. I start kitten licking the tip of his dick, swirling all the salty precum over his angry tip. I can tell he's starting to get frustrated by the way he’s fidgeting above me.

“Your such a fucking tease baby,” He says petting through my hair, “Such a dumb little brat”

And my stupid ass giggles instead of saying anything, but it gets him going enough for him to tangle his hands into my hair and start using my mouth to get him off, my moans and hisses just add to his pleasure. 

I hollow my cheeks out and swirl my tongue around his dick to give him some form of stimulation, and use my hands to jerk off the rest of his cock that I can’t fit in my mouth. 

It’s so fucking dirty, the sounds of me gagging on my roommates dick with spit rolling out of the corners of my mouth, and the whole scene is finished of with Vinnies moans echoing around our house. 

He’s so fucking close to cumming and I can tell by the way his grip on my hair tightens and his moans turn whispier. But for some fucking reason he pulls me off and picks me up so I’m straddling is lap again and were making out again.

He flips both of us over so I’m laid out on my back and he’s hovering over me like I’m the finest piece of art he's ever seen, “Hey baby, you still with me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.

He takes his fingers and finally take my panties off and dips them into my folds, his thumb reaches my clit and he makes figure 8’s on them, the sudden simulations causes me to gasp and arch my back which leads to Vinnie’s hands finding refugee on my hips and pushing me down into the comforter as he continues to stimulate me.

His hand drags in and out of me as our lips interlock, we move in a steady rhythm and everything feels so right, for a second I forget about everything that we were fighting about and melt into his touch, I may be a petty bitch but god has this man done something to me.

The knot in my stomach builds and I know Vinnie can tell by the way my legs shake and how my lips quiver around his whilst my hands drag my nails through his back, causing him to hiss in pain and pleasure.

“Vinnie” I moan out, “Please can I cum”

I’m begging at this point, I’m so close to release and I wanna cum so bad that all my self respect leaves my body.

“I don’t know baby, you’ve been so rude”

“Please, Vinnie please” I plead, “I need you so bad, please I’m yours”

I give him what he wants in hope he gives me what I want and it works like a charm

“Oh how am I gonna deny such a pretty girl?” He states but he removes his hands causing me to whine but instead takes his dick and lines up to my folds and slowly goes in, reveling in the way my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He’s excruciatingly  slow and then painfully fast slamming into my hips with the sound of our skin slapping adding to the ambiance. Our moans bounce off the walls, my breathless wines along with his low grunts create a melody of intimacy, it’s so different to how we started. 

We’re so fucking close to cumming that Vinnie tells me to, “cum with him”, and that’s exactly what we do. We both finally get our release after so long that we don’t even move for a second, my forehead and his touches for what seems like an eternity until he finally pulls out and places a kiss on my cheek and heads to get water and towel to wipe me off.

After he does that, I get up and pick up my panties and put them on and then put on Vinnies shirt whilst he puts on his sweat and we both use the bathroom.

As I get into bed with him after changing he cups my face and places a kiss on my lips, “Plus I’m sorry for everything, I’m such a dick sometimes”

It’s sweet, after all we're not even exclusive and he's this sweet, I kinda forget everything he’s done… until I don’t.

“It’s fine baby, you can make up with me in between my thighs”, I say the last part so quietly that he doesn’t register it for a second until he places one more kiss on my lips and slips under the covers.

[jo-harrington]

Pinprick (A Gutterballs Story)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Jo!Reader

Summary: You're sitting down to listen to one of your favorite podcasts when you hear your name as one of a long line of Eddie's loves, and you have a moment of reflection.

Note: This is a very very very late post in dedication to one of my fandom loves @dr-aculaaa (who is very much on hiatus but still deserves all of the love us resident weirdos have to give) and not only one of my favorite fics Sunday Morning but the offshoot she made for Valentine's Day: Gutterballs.

IT STARTS OUT SWEET BUT ITS A LITTLE ANGSTY AT THE END. SORRY DRAC. WE SORT OF TALKED ABOUT THIS. THE TIMELINE.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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You're sitting on the floor.

To be completely honest, you shouldn't be on the floor. You knew that, your doctor knew that, your team knew that. In fact, they yelled at you when you got down there, legs akimbo in a way that was comfortable for you to sit in but uncomfortable for them to look at, so you could start ripping the sleeves off of this fucking jacket.

You're alone in the studio now, hours after everyone left.

It's just you, a bottle of Tums, your favorite fucking jacket, and the dulcet tones of the man who gave it to you coming from your phone.

“Welcome back to another episode of Gutterballs! My name is Eddie Munson..."

As if he had to introduce himself.

"Nerd," you scoffed fondly.

It's your Wednesday night ritual. Well, not the jacket or the floor or the tums...Gutterballs. At the least, you owed it to your former client; at the most, you owed it to your ex.

And Eddie Munson was both of those things.

Although "ex" is a relative term.

An ex wouldn't still send you a gift basket full of goodies every award season when you barely took care of yourself, the way Eddie did for you.

An ex wouldn't shoot an email with wardrobe recommendations when they hear about some charity concert or something, like you did for Eddie and Corroded Coffin.

Still telling me what to wear Jo?

He would email back almost immediately.

Doesn't seem like anyone else is. I saw you at Lolla Ed. Not cute.

Would be your response.

You don't think I'm cute anymore?

That would go unanswered though.

Until next time.

Because you were exes.

But an ex didn't keep the jacket their ex got them because it was their favorite. Exes didn't take apart said favorite jacket because it got a rip in the sleeve, and then plan to just cut two new sleeves for it. Nor did they spend the last 20-ish years mending the jacket that their ex-slash-former-client got them as an apology for a spontaneous kiss before a red carpet.

---

The CFCA awards ceremony wasn't the band's usual haunt but they had composing credits for a film score that was up for nomination. It was a big deal. Something that would take them to a new caliber of their career; not just rowdy rockstars, but well-rounded musicians.

So of course, they were running late.

Their suits all needed a bit of alteration, Eddie was chattering nervously as you hemmed his pants, Gareth drummed a beat on his leg with two of the hangers from your roll rack and Phil, the band's manager, yelling for you all to get a move on.

"Do you want them to look good or not!" You yelled right back. "I'm not having them go up for their award looking like shit Phil!"

"Yeah remember the Grammy's," Jeff pointed out. "That's why you got us a stylist in the first place."

"You'd have thought you paid them to be here or something," Phil grumbled at you from across the room.

"I do pay," you shot up at Eddie with a conspiratorial smile. "With my sanity."

This was your schtick. He let you dress him in whatever dark-romantic victorian-gothic-inspired outfits your former-Catholic heart could dream up, and in return you let him be the spieling midwestern boy that he really wasn't allowed to be anywhere else. Because yeah the band was in charge here really--they were the talent, the money--but Eddie didn't like the whole pomp and circumstance of celebrity. Not anymore, according to him at least.

"The drugs are fun until they're not," he told you once. "We're just...guys from Indiana."

So you'd let them be that in the safety of your studio, shithead manager be damned.

You severed the thread with a swift bite of your teeth and wished the guys good luck with hugs before sending them on their way.

But Eddie...Eddie chose that moment to kiss you.

Well, you kissed each other.

As everyone walked out of the studio to get down to the car, you kissed each other.

And you froze.

Both of you.

Because it was a romantic, world-ending kiss. A kiss of declaration. A kiss of familiarity. The kiss you gave someone when you loved them for a long time and didn't know how to tell them.

Only...you hadn't loved each other for a long time.

Had you?

Hadn't said anything of the sort at least.

That wasn't love...was it?

He left for the awards ceremony and you absolutely spiraled questioning it all. You thought about all the long walks down State Street discussing ideas for this event and that one. The way he got you a membership to the Art Institute so you could sit in front of Salome and Hercules for hours and be inspired. The nights that he just couldn't work on lyrics anymore, so he would come over to sit in absolute silence save for the droning sound of your sewing machine.

The aches of the world were just a little bit easier when you could be near each other, whether it was being inspired or talking shit or sinking further into oblivion.

Was that love?

Eddie must have spiraled too. Because he showed up at your studio past midnight, disheveled and with a green Marshall Field's bag in his hand. A bag containing, you'd find out later, a black wool and leather coat that sat in a window that you'd noted looked nice months ago. One he made the guys make a special stop for before the award ceremony so he could get you to make up for fucking up your professional relationship.

The apologies were stuck on the tips of your tongues though.

And there was a beat before some silent decision was made.

And your lips came back together again, solidifying that decision, even though the words weren't said.

---

“Today on Gutterballs,” Mrs. H’s announces on the phone, breaking you from your reflection, “our lovely listeners at home are in for a real treat. As we record and discuss topics such as first loves, lost loves, and, as you can see, from our current location -body modifications."

“First we have… A spool and thread for Jo."

"She used to poke my ankles like a voodoo doll when she hemmed my pants. I still have the scars, if you wanna check ‘em out. I think that was her way of saying I love you."

Yeah that was the way it was with the two of you.

All the ways you said I love you without the words being said.

And they would never be said.

But that was another story.

"Yeah," you agree with Mrs. H belatedly, seam ripper making quick work of a line of stitches. "Lost love sounds better than ex."

[ifearzombies]

Yet MORE Headcanons about life in the HoL

Previous post here with links to the other two: [x]

- On days that Levi’s depression is REALLY bad, you pull the futon into his room and you and Mammon keep him company.

- You have more contact with the Human Realm than you did your first year and call friends and relatives. Every call, without fail, is interrupted. Usually by Mammon.

- Asmodeus has been given clearance to have fun with your friends in bed. He does NOT, however, have clearance to have sex with relatives. Your single friends visit with Asmo a lot and the next morning you talk with them over the phone or at the table about how talented he is. He LOVES it.

- You have a weekly trip to Wail-mart for condoms and lube. They have a bag ready for you every Friday at this point. If you’re a fem!MC and forget one week, the next bag has a pregnancy test.

- You told Satan there’s a musical called ‘Cats’. You two now sing songs from the Broadway show and have gone to it several times. You don’t talk about the movie version. Satan has decided the movie doesn’t exist. His favorite cat is Rum Tum Tugger since he’s defiant to Munkustrap.

- You wanted to watch ‘Ratatouille’ with everyone. Barbatos was horrified the movie even exists and destroyed the disc in your hand. You tried to tell him and the more you tell him, the paler he gets. The movie gets put on the banned list. This also extended to ‘Secret of Nimh’ and ‘Flushed Away’.

- Between working out with Beel, pampering and fashion with Asmo, etiquette lessons with Barbatos and Lucifer, and Belphegor helping you sleep more peacefully you are healthier than you’ve ever been.

- You’ve learned a lot of magic and you and Solomon taught some of your friends. A few of them want to go to RAD for a few years. You’re working out details with Diavolo and the Celestial Realm, but Diavolo is ecstatic.

- You got Beel the 5lb gummy bears and worms. Also a few of the giant Hershey kisses. Beel hadn’t known there were snacks that big and he was so happy to find out. Though he struggled to eat the bear. It was pretty cute.

- As a gag gift you got Asmo one of those 55 gallon drums of lube. It backfired because he absolutely loved it and he took it to an orgy party with cubi later that week.

- You’ve just now sworn off singing any songs dealing with depression or dark topics. You sang ‘I was meant to be yours’ from Heathers and like with the ‘My R’ incident, house was in mass panic. Simeon was asked to counsel you again and he still was a bit confused but was glad you were OK. Solomon, however, laughed his ass off.

- You found out some of your older relatives were super uber religious and hated everyone but Simeon and Luke. And then you found out one was racist when they said something horrible about Simeon. Simeon had never heard the slur before, but once you explained the meaning, he cried. Satan nearly went to the Human Realm to teach them a lesson, but you reassured they weren’t worth it. They weren’t your family anymore. Everyone in the Devildom was. And you were cutting that relative out. You also cut the super religious ones after they insulted your demons. 

- You watched ‘Shrek The Musical’ with Levi and Mammon. You’ve caught them both belting out songs from the soundtrack. You filmed both of them.

- You jammed out to ‘Like a Prayer’ and Simeon joined in. Asmo then said the song was about sex and Simeon nearly passed out. You explained that it’s actually about being so in love with God that the singer feels he’s an actual boyfriend/man in her life. You debated heavily on this while Simeon had a panic attack. It’s ‘Like a virgin’ that’s about sex.

- You bought Belphie one of those space globes that turn the room into outer space when the light goes out. He and Beel love it.

- You’ve discovered songs about the Devil promoting evil actually really hurt Diavolo’s feelings. Especially ‘When You’re Evil’. He caught you listening and he nearly cried and asked if you thought he was really like that. You had to reassure him that was not the case. Beel heard the song and was just confused why his name was confused with other people in there.

- A few relatives were concerned you decided to emigrate to actual literal Hell. Those whose opinions you ACTUALLY care about, you invited them with permission from Diavolo and Lucifer. By the end, your relatives loved your chosen family. Some of them send gifts to the Devildom just for them and each item sent is treated like a treasure by the recipient. 

[severalforraelee]

Positive Part 9: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Photo credit to emilia. on spotify

Word count: 2,181

Written by raelee / Posted August 29

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“Why didn’t you bring her to the emergency room?” I hear the doctor’s slurred voice as I slump against JJ’s side, eyes closed. Despite not being able to see the doctor’s face, I can sense his annoyance.

“She can’t afford the emergency room,” JJ responds.

The doctor heaves a heavy sigh before resting a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

“Yes,” my eyes open slowly, “I’m just really, really tired right now.”

“What else are you feeling?”

“My chest is burning… and I know it’s normal to feel this big at this point in the pregnancy, but I feel really, like, bloated,” I rattle off.

The doctor asks some more questions, typing on the computer as I answer them.

“I believe that you have severe heartburn,” he announces.

“We went to urgent care just because you’re feeling gassy?” JJ raises his eyebrows at me. I glare at him.

“It’s common to have heartburn at this point in pregnancy but not this severe. I will prescribe you medicine to treat it. For future reference I recommend watching what you eat, making a conscious choice to eat healthier, and to take TUMs or Pepto-Bismol if you feel this occurring again,” the doctor informs us.

JJ swings his arm around my shoulder as we walk out of the doctor’s office. “Are you going to be okay, kid?”

“Yeah, I just haven’t been eating as healthy as I should be,” I admit, “I guess I forget that kind of stuff affects the baby too. God, I’m going to be such a bad mom, JJ.”

“Hey, none of that,” he reassures me, rubbing my shoulder. “You’re going to be a great mom. If your one mishap so far was eating too many McDonalds french fries, you’re going to be the best mom to this baby.”

The Twinkie pulls up as we talk, Pope, John B, and Kiara peering out the windows with concern.

“How did it go?” Pope questions.

“I’m going to be okay, it was just heartburn,” I inform them.

John B starts laughing while Pope rolls his eyes and Kiara smiles.

“Thank God it wasn’t something more,” she comments.

“Yeah, really.”

~

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come in?” I ask worriedly through the phone after hearing the arrays of curses.

“No, whatever you do, do not come in,” JJ’s tone is harsh but I know that it’s out of concern and love.

After piecing the clues together that the gold is in Mrs. Crain’s house, we decided to break in and investigate. I was all for it- I was excited, actually. Until JJ told me that I couldn’t come with because I’m twenty-five weeks pregnant. After much begging and pleading and convincing from Kiara, Sarah, and I, we convinced him to let me come with as long as I just stayed in the car.

I’m trying to push my luck with just staying in the car.

“I found it,” John B’s distant voice exclaims. “I found the gold.”

“There’s no way,” JJ says at the same time Pope asks, “Did you really find it?”

I lean into the phone and watch it closer with anxiety, like I’m actually there with them. I wish I was by their side right now, but I know that this is what’s best for the baby.

“Did he actually find it?” I question.

“Go, we need to leave,” Kiara’s voice shouts before anyone can answer me. There’s a commotion on the other end, I hear gunshots and everyone shouting.

“What’s going on?” I inquire nervously, not expecting anyone to answer. No one actually does, though, which makes my anxiety worse. My eyes are glued to the house as I wait for someone, anyone, to appear.

It could be John B, JJ, Sarah, hell even Mrs. Craine, I just want a hint of what’s going on.

The door suddenly flings open and everyone runs out, jumping into the Twinkie as fast as they can. John B takes off before the door even closes.

“What happened?” My eyes flit frantically from face to face, trying to find out if anyone was actually shot.

“We’re all okay, she just had a gun and started shooting,” Sarah reassures me.

“She had a gun?” My eyes widen in shock.

“Yeah, and guess what else she had?” John B pipes in.

“What?”

A smirk makes it’s way across his face. “The gold.”

~

JJ and I stand in front of the counter, facing the lady at the pawn shop as she examines the gold. Pope, Sarah, John B, and Kiara act as if they’re looking at various objects while secretly paying attention to the interaction.

“It looks like somebody tried to melt it down,” the woman looks up at us suspiciously.

I glance at JJ out of the corner of my eye, knowing that I’m just here to make this interaction look more normal while he does all of the talking.

“My mom,” he answers immediately, “She had all of this jewelry laying around the house and she thought it was best to melt it down. Thought it would be worth more when we sold it to be able to afford furniture for the baby.”

He reaches over, gently patting my stomach. I’m so used to JJ’s touch on my stomach by now that I don’t even flinch at the unexpected gesture.

The woman heads into the back to talk to her boss.

“Y/N,” Kiara hisses.

I look over in her direction to see her holding up an assortment of boas.

“For your gender reveal,” she suggests. I giggle.

The woman returns, and after much back and forth, her and JJ agree on $70,000 in cash. On our way to the warehouse, we get pulled over by cops.

“All of y’alls hands up in the air right now,” a man suddenly appears at John B’s window, shouting.

Fear runs through my body, not only for my life, but for my baby’s life, too. If anything happened to her right now because of the shenanigans I’ve gotten myself into, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.

John B opens the door for everyone at the gunman’s instruction and we climb out one by one.

“Lay down in the ditch, on your hands and knees now. Put your face on the ground,” he hollers.

It’s hard for me to get down on my hands and knees on a good day, but with all of this stress and anxiety and my growing baby bump, it takes me a while to kneel down.

“Now, pretty girl,” the gunman shouts at me.

“Alright, relax,” JJ hollers back.

Tears stream down my face as I bend down as low as I can go, trying my best to not put my full weight on my front and top half. I choke back sobs as best as I can, hoping that this stranger doesn’t hear me cry.

John B gets up slowly and climbs into the cop car as we watch the gunman search through our van for the gold.

I breathe heavily as the gunman screams at us some more. The baby kicks at my ribs, probably because of my heightened emotions, but I don’t bother moving my hands from my head to rub my belly and reassure her, not wanting the movement to catch the gunman’s attention.

Then it all happens at once. The gunman climbs into the cop car, John B gets his gun and starts a fight with him, and he falls out of the car for everyone to beat up. In the time that it takes all of this to happen, I stand up from the ground and join the group at the cop car.

“I know this piece of shit,” JJ exclaims. “He’s a basehead.”

“Probably knows my brother,” Sarah comments. I look at her, but look away before she can catch my gaze.

JJ punches the man again, taking his wallet and stealing his ID. This is a JJ that I don’t recognize. It’s not the JJ that holds my hands at ultrasounds, or picks up onesies at the store because he couldn’t resist. This is a dangerous JJ… one that I wouldn’t trust around my child.

~

“What the hell were you thinking?” Rafe questions furiously as soon as I open the door.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, confused.

Pope jumps up from the couch next to the door, angling himself in front of me as if to block me from Rafe. By the way his hands are shaking, I can tell that he’s nervous, but he and I are the only ones here, everyone else gone to run errands, so he feels like it’s his duty to protect me.

It’s sweet, but knowing his history with Rafe, I’m more concerned with his safety than mine at the moment.

“Why are you here? Leave, now,” Pope demands.

“I’m not talking to you, Pope,” the blonde growls, eyes locked on me.

“Yeah, well I’m talking to you,” Pope reaches out, pushing at Rafe’s chest. That gets Rafe’s attention and his eyes shift to Pope.

“Stop, stop,” I sigh, stepping forward and between the two before it can go any further. “What do you want, Rafe?”

“You’re going on adventures while pregnant with my child? Do you know how irresponsible and dangerous that is, Y/N?”

“Do you know how irresponsible and dangerous it is to do coke all of the time?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“That’s different, you’re pregnant, I’m not.”

“Yeah but we’re both still expecting a child. Oh wait,” I give him a sugar sweet smile, “I am, you’re not.”

I step back, closing the front door.

“Barry told me about the gold.”

His words make both Pope and I freeze. Luckily, since the door is closed Rafe can’t see our actions.

“Once other people find out about it, you’re going to be in some deep shit. Trust me. I’m just warning you now so that you can protect our child.” The sound of his footsteps leave the porch and Pope and I stand, gaping at each other.

“Do you think he’s being serious?” I whisper, even though there’s no reason to.

“Why would he lie about that? It concerns the safety of you and your child,” Pope whispers back.

I wish Rafe was lying, or just exaggerating to get a rise out of me. But knowing how serious he is when it comes to this baby, he’s being truthful right now.

~

“Where even is he?” Kiara checks her phone for a text that isn’t there.

“Probably with Sarah, he’s been spending all of his time with her lately,” Pope responds.

“Let’s just do it without him,” JJ suggests for the millionth time. We all groan.

“He deserves to find out the sex the same time as the rest of us, JJ,” Pope tells him.

“Well if he wanted to know, he would be here.” JJ raises the cupcake to his mouth, opening it to take a bite.

“Guys, guys,” John B’s frantic voice snaps us out of intensely watching JJ. We all completely forgot to take a bite of the cupcake in our own hands, too focused on him. “Ward knows, Ward knows about the gold.”

“How did he find out?” Kiara asks.

“I don’t know,” John B confesses, buzzing around with anxiety and energy. “He just tried to kill me on his boat.”

“What?” Pope gapes. On further examination, John B does look roughed up. He has scratches and bruises on his face and his clothes are ripped up.

“I have to go warn Sarah,” Kie sets her cupcake down, running off towards her bike.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Pope smacks John B on the back, leading him into the house.

JJ just storms off to his motorbike, not even bothering to explain his exit.

So it’s just me, sitting with a container full of cupcakes.

~

I wake up the next morning as the sun’s still rising. My feet carry me to the open container of cupcakes in the kitchen, long forgotten by the drama of the previous day. My hand grabs one and my feet lead me outside and down the dock.

My toes brush the water as I sit down, gazing into the pink swirling into orange of the morning sunrise.

I wish Rafe could be here enjoying this moment with me.

I wish we could get just a moment of peace.

I wish I could talk to him and explain what kind of father I want him to be to our child. I don’t want him to be on drugs or partying or caught up in his family’s antics and reputation.

I want him to be a good role model for our child- holding doors open for people, paying ahead at Starbucks.

I wish he could be sitting next to me, biting into an identical cupcake to find out the sex of our baby.

But it’s just me.

And I’ll always be here to be the best mother that I possibly can to my baby girl.

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

the living room telly runs YouTube so i decided to put on some W x S event i needed to read, right? different experience and all, watching a PJSK event story on that instead of my phone or laptop, change of scenery!!

then my mum walked in. well, not in, cause she did that typical parent thing of standing in the doorway and watching for a couple of seconds

and then she eventually looks at me and goes "ah, tum ko yih "Rui" pasand hain?"

xbzbdbdnnxkzkllslaka even my MUM can tell he's my fave

[heretherebedork]

This parallel, the loss of someone important to you, someone you loved but never fully told how much, the loss of them because there was danger you didn't realize...

Tum called Phone trying to change the past and Khatha tried to isolate Chan and both of them made everything worse with their choices out of love and it's agony isn't it? To hurt the one you love trying to get them back to your side?

Khatha gets a second chance with Dome but Tum already had his second chance.

[delciastudies]

[19.09.2023] ✧ first week back in class <3 ; Day 1/100 days of writing

It has been quite a while since I have written, but I am feeling really inspired for this upcoming semester. I have begun a regular routine, and I wanted to share some of my favorite study/self-care musts with some of you who may also be starting/have already started.

• stoic.

This app has a bunch of different features. It starts with a check-in, which can be followed by daily reflections, journaling (from daily journaling to dream journaling, book reviews, food review, monthly reflection, morning prep, therapy progress, so on and so many more!!), meditations or breathing exercises, and other activities. They curate a section based on your day, which is based on your daily priorities (which you choose during your check-in). Then they have a bunch of inspiring quotes and features to follow your progress. Really love love love this app.

• forest

I am sure you all know this app, it probably doesn’t need much explanation. XD the Forest app allows you to set a study timer by planting a tree, with the option of blocking phone use. That means, if you use your phone after you’ve planted a tree, you will kill the tree. It is a great way of staying focused on your work and avoiding distractions, especially coming from the phone (I know my phone has become a growing problem as I’ve gotten older and older. The best part is that you can actually plant a tree via this app depending on how many points you have earned studying!

• @emmastudies printables

I use them all - from the project planners to weekly planners to just calendar prints. I love them so much, I hang them on my wall and they help me stay organized so that my brain isn’t just a jumble of rogue Tupperware bins and lids!!

• flexcil

This is an app that I use on my iPad to annotate PDFs! It is great for digital readings and has allowed me to dramatically reduce how much I need to print (since I am a very visual person and need to highlight and write a bunch on things, this was the best alternative to hard copy). This is the best one I have tried!

• backpack essentials

For me, that is: a notebook that I love that I feel comfortable continuing class notes in, my iPad (I have started keeping my laptop at home for bigger works and work from home since it gets so heavy and sometimes can be distracting in class, so instead i take my iPad and i have a small bluetooth keyboard to go with it), my planner so that I can look back to it throughout the day, a folder for class documents or printed readings, a water bottle for hydration, lunch and a snack (+ a sweet one in case I get low blood sugar), and medication.

*If you’re someone who suffers from anxiety or panic disorder like I do, then I would definitely recommend having an inhaler and needed medication (+peptol or tums), a fan, something like a fidget or comfort item to hold in your hands, water, a comfy sweater or scarf, a hair scrunchy, and a snack with you at all times!

I hope this helps for all of you going back to school - Wishing you the best of luck!!! x

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Agent 4 x Short! reader

Ok so the while the big run is still on I managed to get the gold trophy on the SECOND RUN witch is pretty amazing and I hope that you guys will get gold trophy too

Now trophies aside let's start! (Video not mine)

● Hooooooooooo boy it is not going to fun for you at all and I MEAN IT once you two meet each other for first time and it will not be a pleasant experience thanks to your short body

● you couldn't hold up or carry a number of weapons you couldn't really reach up some high places without a chair or a stool and had to use large books as booster seats at times and you yourself even thought you were as smaller than pearl !

● when you two both met in the middle of the lobby at inkopolis Square she thought you were a lost child just sitting around and lost their momma and papa somewhere and when you told her that you were a pure adult

● and after a bunch of clarifications and and repeating for the 15th that you weren't a lost kid she sat right next to you waiting for the next turf war to start until she started to be a little jerk ....

● since you were pretty much substantially shorter than 4 she made constant jokes about you and your stature and time and time again she'll feel like GOD compared to you since she's kinda short herself

" Hey how do you meet other people you do a microwave? " 4 snickered to herself after she made that badly made joke

"Ok not funny man" you said blankly

" How's the ground down there shorty seen every bug down there!?" 4's small snicker turned into a full laugh, you just stared at her with a straight face

● Do anything to make her stop making jokes about your height, bite her really hard. throw something at her face, clog the toilet when she really needs to go anything she throws at you you counter it

● she'll also do her little pranks here and there like set up your favorite snack in a high place or something else that will a she will apologetic if she makes you sad however

● 4 also does likes to play around with your body for a bit if she feels bored or if you're both playing games with each other on the couch lii rubs on the tum some tentacle hair ruffles and some nice TV time together

" Hey Y/n" 4 said with a smug smile on her face

"Hmm?" You respond taking your sight away from your phone and looked straight at 4

"Get cheesed on"

"Wha-?"

*Slap!* 4 just threw a slice of cheese on your face and she scurried her way out

"FOURRRR"

(this is my locker btw )

Also

YEAH LETS GO QUICKEST TIME SPAN OF MAKING A FIC IS SIX DAYS YEAAAAHHHHHHH

I hoped you all enjoy!

[pinchofhoney]

Hi. Could you please do with Ben Barnes: A watching B laugh, their head thrown back in amusement, eyes tearing up and skin getting all flushed, and realizing that they would never feel the same for anyone else. Thanks! 😍

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ben barnes x fem!reader

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summary: Can you think of a more delightful way to spend a peaceful Sunday, than being comfortably nestled at home, embraced by the person who fills your heart with joy?

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The morning sun had slowly crept through the curtains, casting a warm and cozy glow over the couple who lay in bed, tangled in the sheets. You were in no hurry to start your day, instead savoring the slow, languid pace of your lazy Sunday morning.

Ben lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, watching you, his lovely girlfriend, as you laughed uncontrollably at something on your phone. Your head was thrown back in amusement, your eyes tearing up, and your skin flushed with joy. He couldn't help but wonder at the joy and beauty that radiated from you.

As he watched you, he felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He knew in that moment that he would never feel the same for anyone else. You were his soulmate, his partner in crime, the one who made his heart sing. Watching you laugh, Ben knew that he would do anything to make you happy. He couldn't help but feel lucky to have you by his side.

Reaching out, he gently traced the curve of your cheek with his finger, marveling at the softness of your skin. You turned to him, your eyes shining with love and happiness, and he knew that he was the luckiest man in the world.

“I love you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You smiled up at Ben’s words, your eyes crinkling with joy. “I love you too,” you said, snuggling closer to him.

He wrapped his arms around you, feeling the warmth of your body against his. This was his love language – touch and words of affirmation and he knew that you understood him better than anyone else. With you, he felt safe and loved, cherished and valued.

Despite not being an actress or having any involvement in Ben's industry, this never posed a problem for your relationship. You had a deep understanding of the intricacies of his work, allowing you to fully appreciate every moment spent together. Your love for each other transcended any boundaries, and in that moment, lying in bed together, nothing else mattered except the love that they shared.

The morning stretched on lazily, the sunlight filtering in through the windows casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the room. You were both lost in your own world, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company. The soft sheets rustled as you shifted positions, the sound muffled by the quiet contentment that filled the air.

You talked about everything and nothing, your conversations flowing easily from one topic to the next. You discussed your plans for the future travels, your hopes and dreams, and the silly little things that made you laugh. You shared stories and anecdotes, each word building a stronger connection between the two of you.

Ben couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this life, for this love. He was aware that he would never encounter another individual who could evoke such emotions within him and who comprehended him with such absolute clarity. And as he lay there, with you wrapped in his arms, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. This was what love was all about – the simple pleasures, the quiet moments of joy. And Ben knew that as long as he had you by his side, he would always be happy.

As the day drew to a close, both of you knew that you never wanted this moment to end. But as the sun began to dip below the horizon, reality began to set in. You would have to get up and face the world again soon enough. But for now, you were content to just spend time in your shared apartment, lost in your own thoughts and feelings.

Ben shifted his weight slightly, pulling you closer to him. You nestled into his embrace, sighing contentedly. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at you. You were everything he had ever wanted in a partner – kind, caring, and beautiful both inside and out.

As the day wore on, the sunlight gave way to the soft glow of lamps and candles. You continued to talk and laugh and share stories, enjoying the freedom of a day without obligations or distractions. You explored each other's thoughts and feelings, basking in the warmth of your love.

When you found yourself back in bed after eating dinner and taking a lazy bath, snuggled up under the covers, Ben watched as your eyes drifted shut. A contented smile played at the corners of your lips when he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to them, making you feel comfortable and soothed.

“I don't think I could ever love anyone else like I love you,” he whispered.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him, your own love shining through. “I feel the same way,” you said. “You make me so happy.”

And with that, you drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.

The lazy Sunday morning had turned into a perfect day, full of love and contentment. Ben knew that life would never be easy, but with you by his side, he felt like he could face anything. As he closed his eyes and let sleep wash over him, he knew that he would always cherish this moment – this perfect day, this perfect love.

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What is Love?

Vidyut x Reader

Summary- She wakes up in the middle of the night from a nightmare about Vidyut's near-death, after a stunt gone wrong. Despite it being the middle of the night, she calls him, and he answers. Moral of the story? Love is not just a feeling, but a person, a voice, and a relationship that provides support and solace in the darkest of times.

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What is love? It's a question that has puzzled humanity for centuries. Is it a mere emotion, a connection between two souls, or something deeper than words can express? For me, love was Vidyut; and it was during one late-night call that I truly understood that...

It was a cold, moonlit night when I jolted awake from another nightmare of Vidyut's near-death that had left me trembling and breathless. The clock displayed an ungodly hour, but my fear was so overpowering that I needed the reassurance of Vidyut's voice. With trembling hands, I reached for my phone and dialled his number.

The phone rang, each second feeling like an eternity, until finally, Vidyut's sleepy voice filled the silence. "I'm not sleepy. I wasn't sleeping," he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.

Tears of relief welled up in my eyes as I heard his sleepy drawl, and I tried to steady my shaky voice. "Vidyut… Tum thik toh ho na?" I whispered, my voice quivering.

There was a moment of silence, and then I heard a soft, concerned chuckle from his end. "Haa jaan, mein thik hu, mujhe kya hona hai? Are you ok?" Vidyut asked, his voice though gentle and soothing held a touch of concern. "I had a nightmare," I replied, fear and vulnerability evident in my voice. "Why do you have to be so far away?" I asked, tears falling down my face.

"I'm always here, love, maybe not physically but I’m here" he said, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. He didn't hesitate to mumble sweet nothings on the phone, always knowing exactly what I needed. "Tell me about your nightmare. Maybe it’ll help," he said.

As I began to describe the vivid horrors that had haunted my sleep, Vidyut listened intently, his voice becoming a lifeline in the darkness. He whispered soothing words, reassuring me that I was safe and that he was right there with me, even though he was miles away.

Finally, as my tears subsided and the fear began to dissipate, Vidyut's voice grew softer. "I think you can go back to sleep now," he said, his tenderness shining through.

I smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible person in my life. "I love you, Vidyut," I whispered, my heart filled with love.

"I love you too baby," he replied, his voice a comforting lullaby.

That night, we said our goodnights, and I hung up the phone, feeling safe and cherished. With every ounce of love and comfort he offered, I realized that love wasn't just about romantic gestures or grand declarations. Love was in the simplicity of that late-night call, in the way he held me emotionally when I needed it most, in the trust he had in our relationship.

Love, I realized, was not just a feeling; it was a person, a voice, and a relationship that provided solace and support in the darkest of hours. Love was knowing that however late it might be, the person you love will always pick up your call. Love was knowing that he would always be there, and I couldn't have asked for a better partner to share it with.

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