#I stg I fucking hate my body so much

[thisperfectmonsoon]

it’s raining and I’m in the middle of two flare ups 🥲

#lowkey am in so much pain I want to die #just chronic illness things #just chronic pain things #I stg I fucking hate my body so much #personal

[levi-dayne]

being autistic -> 🫠

vent in tags

#im so fucking burnt out #its so frustrating bc according to my parents im 'high functioning' and 'shouldnt let my autism impact me that much' #beyond that being outdated like they didnt just slap an autism label on me for FUN. its bc i fucking have autism #so yes i have difficulties related to my autism. they dont understand and its so frustrating theyre always on my ass about things i CANT do #or struggle doing bc im autistic and burnt out and i hate this so much #and i called my mom out on it and she said 'well i didnt say you dont struggle just that it should be manageable' #okay but its fucking not??????? #like i stg they think my autism is JUST special interests and sensory issues. which its fucking not. #i struggle taking care of myself. i struggle interacting with people. i struggle with keeping up with things or switching between tasks #and dont even get me started on my DAD he doesnt even believe the doctors that im autistic #he compared my inability to understand social cues to wanting to be a bitch but being forced to repress it #like dude. when people perceive me as being a bitch its not bc im failing at hiding it #its bc i genuinely cant tell if my words or body language is coming across as bitchy even when i dont have any underlying resentment #he doesnt even think im autistic which is so frustrating #my mom begrudgingly accepts it but my dad thinks the LICENSED PROFESSIONALS are wrong #he hasn't done ANY research on autism EXCEPT to correct me when i say autism instead of autism spectrum disorder #which is also bullshit bc he and my mom use outdated terms like aspergers all the fucking time #(and ableist slurs) #im just so overwhelmed and i cant function #personal posts 😌✨️✨️

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

death island leon headcannons with his s/o??

HI babies, I’ve been trying to like keep up with requests and such and i stg i have had so much writing inspiration that i start writing to many things at once.

Here are some DI!Leon s/o headcanons!!

DISCLAIMER!! this is 18+ ONLY, please do not interact with my blog if you are underaged or don’t have age indicator in your bio!! thank you!!

DI!Leon x GN reader

not spell checked i’m sorry 💔

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- He is DEFINITELY sleepy all the time. Finally getting to see him after work always gets you so excited, rambling on about something you saw at the store today and when you turn the corner, you see him slouched on the couch, his head tilted back and mouth slightly open STILL in his work clothes.

- Before he crashed the bike, he actually really did love it. You’d open the garage to the door to see him inside, focused as all hell on god knows what

“You touch that bike more than you touch me”

you’d joke, hand on your hip as you leaned against the door frame. Leon would just look over at you, rolling his eyes playfully before finally coming back inside with you.

- Likes to act like he isn’t aging, though he is in absolutely perfect shape he often forgets he needs to take medication after his missions or his body will be sore. So when you walk into the room, your hand holding up the small pill bottle with his name on it

“Wasn’t given to you for no reason.”

“I’m fine.”

He would protest, going to sit up trying to hide the groan from the stretching in his lower back.

- He loves you more than anything. He makes that very clear when the two of you go basically anywhere. Anything you laid your eyes on in the store would be yours, anything you touched.

Your fingers rubbing at the petal of a flower, Leon’s eyebrows raising as he reaches over you and shoves the potted plant into the cart. And even when you argue he isn’t here for it at all.

- He’s not a very physically affectionate man, he hates PDA almost 50% of the time but sometimes when the two of you start your way into a crowd his fingers slyly wrap around your waist or grab at your hand.

- VERY overprotective, he’s so afraid of losing you but he would never admit it ever. When he found out about how you and your ex broke up he swore if he ever saw them, they were dead. He doesn’t mean it though, he knows that when he gets frustrated or anything around you, you get worried about him.

- Bed time is always the same every night, you always fall asleep first that’s just how you are. He sneaks in beside you, his nose resting against the back of your head as he pulls you into him, instant relief washing over him when you push yourself back into him.

NSFW WARNING

- Everytime he returns from a mission you know what it means. He comes home so frustrated that not everything works out his way, so he takes out all his frustrations on you.

Soft groans leaving his lips as his strong hands leave red finger print indents in your waist, your breath heavy as he fucks you into the soft mattress.

- He likes to pretend he’s “normal” but you can feel his steady rhythm suddenly stutter when you let out a whimper of his name.

- Aftercare with him is perfect, his fingers playing with your hair as the two of you just stare at the ceiling. It’s perfect till he says something corny like

“So the weather today”

And he thinks it’s so funny, but you just burst out laughing, his arms squeezing you as a smile spreads across his face.

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I hope you guys are doing great, for all of my readers starting a new college semester GOOD LUCK. You’re gonna do great! I love you all :))

For a limited time i’m doing paid requests and will write anything from ocs to different fandoms for any price, my job cut my hours and i’m SO behind on bills. :) click here if interested!!

#yourgentlegf #milascreams #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #death island #re death island #leon kennedy fluff

[velvrei]

caught

pairing : sub!hawk moskowitz x reader

summary : you catch hawk in an interesting position and decide to help him out

warnings : nsfw, sub!hawk, oral (m receiving), masturbation, throat fucking, praise kink, begging

The house was empty. Well that's how it seemed, when you walked inside and kicked your shoes off. You through your coat onto the couch. Hawk hadn't been answering your texts.

Y/N: hey babeeee

10 minutes later...

Y/N: are you okay

Y/N: did i do something?

20 minutes later...

Y/N: pigeon? eli? hello?!?

2 minutes later...

Y/N: i'm coming over i stg if this is some kind of sick joke i will actually kill you

You texted Hawk that last message five minutes ago, that five minutes you spent rushing over to his house just to see that the front door was slightly open. Was he okay? He never intentionally left the door open or unlocked. You pushed the front door shut.

It calmed you a little when you noticed the television playing a random episode of Victorious, and the microwave read end meaning he was here.

"Eli?!"

No answer.

You called again, no answer. But if he was here, why was there no answer? You silently hoped for the best, noticing his bedroom door slightly open at the end of the hallway.

You always tried to give Eli his privacy, but the second you heard a faint moan leave his pretty mouth, you shuttered. That rule instantly became the least of your worries. Your curiosity got the best of you as you peeled through the open slit.

You almost came at the sight of Eli, both AirPods in, one hand wrapped around his dick, pumping, slowly improving his pace just as you did. His head thrown back onto his headboard while his skin glowed with sweat, his cheeks pink. You covered your mouth, holding in your gasp as his lips parted and he let out a low, sexy groan. "Oh, god, Y/N."

His muscles tightened with each stroke, you watched his thighs tremble slightly as your mind started to imagine mischievous scenarios.

You gulped, refraining from distracting him but it just became too hard. Your heat was basically dripping, and to make it worse, his moans were increasing, fast, you could tell he was close. Whenever he was close to releasing he would choke over his own moans, and he would repeat your name over and over, as he was doing just now.

You quickly decided to reveal yourself at the worst time, knowing how much it would effect him.

"Eli!" You yelled loudly, startling your man as he ripped both AirPods out and threw his phone across his bed. He covered himself, embarrassed.

His breathing was heavy as he just stared. Poor boy looked like a deer in headlights. "Y-Y/N! What are you doing here?" He stuttered, struggling to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry, my love, I didn't mean to startle you," You spoke, slowly but sensually walking over to him. "You weren't answering my texts, so I came to check up on you, but clearly, you're more than okay." You chimed with a cheeky grin and a tiny laugh.

He looked down, and you grabbed his chin, so he looked up at you, "I'm not laughing at you, baby, you looked like you were really enjoying yourself and I just want to join in on the fun. But you really worried me when you weren't answering my texts, I thought I did something. Maybe give your girl a warning next time."

He sighed with relief, "I will, I'm sorry, baby." He still looked startled, his eyes widened when you stopped at his bed, wrapped one leg around his waist so you straddled his body. "I could tell you were close though," He gulped, You thighs moved against his, the slight sensation made him throw his head back against the headboard.

"Please, Y/N. Help me out, please. I- I started thinking about you and I couldn't help myself," He grabbed his phone, unlocking it, awkwardly turning his phone to show you. "So I started looking at your Instagram photos, an- and- god, baby, you're just so gorgeous."

He clicked on one of the photos of you in a skimpy bikini, "You look so good in that swimsuit, baby. I hate saying things like this cause I feel like an asshole but your tits look so good, oh my god," He rambled, groaning and throwing his head back once again.

You smiled, your nails lightly grazing along his dick, he trembled, "Holy fuck, please!" His eyes squeezed shut. You decided to save him from torture. You winked up at him before running your tongue along his dick, before taking him fully into your mouth. His mouth dropped open, a loud sultry groan fell out.

"Baby, baby, please." He whimpered when your lips left him and began pressing soft kisses onto his balls. "Please what?" You smiled, stroking him as you pressed a gentle kiss to his tip, your left hand cupping his balls.

He whined, "Suck me, please, baby." His words made you throb, as you wrapped your lips around him. You swirled your tongue a couple times, he let out another moan and you smirked at the sexy sound. He mumbled a bunch of gibberish then repeatedly whispered your name. You remembered how close he was just from his hand, so you knew he wouldn't last long with your mouth.

His hand grabbed the back of your head, and instead of holding your hair back, he thrusted into your mouth, repeatedly. "Yes, baby, take my cock, fuck," He moaned, apparently he was feeling more dominant before he orgasmed, but you weren't complaining. He moaned over and over, his sounds only egging you on as you pumped the part your mouth couldn't take yet.

The sound of your face being fucked turned him on to the max, the sight of your lips around him and your eyes practically begging him to release sent him over the edge. You bobbed your head through his orgasm, his hot ropes of cum shot down your throat. The room was silent beside the sound of Eli's breath above you.

"Thank you, baby, I needed that." He said, his eyelids heavy as he smiled down at you, still catching his breath. "I am very tired, but I promise I will return the favor." He winked, then laid his head on your chest, and fell asleep.

#cobra kai #cobra kai smut #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz #hawk smut #hawk cobra kai #smut imagine #velvrei #hawk x you #hawk x y/n #ck s5

[honeybadgerwritings]

Being Brave is Hard

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Requested: “can i request eddie munson comforting his s/o cause they are about to have surgery and have a phobia of hospitals and medical stuff.”

Warnings: Slightly graphic descriptions of panic attacks, vomit, pain, gore, medical procedures, and anesthetic sedation (needles).

A/N: HOLY SHIT GUYS this fic was supposed to be finished a little over a week ago, and I’m so sorry about the wait. I had to get emergency surgery to get my appendix removed, which is incredibly funny to me because of the contents of this fic. I stg I didn’t plan this, I either just cursed myself or predicted the future. Either way, it’s done and I’m still healing! Everyone enjoy!

Summary: Emergency surgery mixed with a girlfriend who has an intense fear of hospitals? Eddie is going to need all the help he can get.

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All you had wanted was a nice, calm, and relaxing morning where you could wake up on your own, and feel perfectly well rested. Where you could snuggle into Eddie’s arms for another ten minutes while he rubbed your back and stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Maybe he’d hold you especially close because of how cold it is outside, and he’d want to keep you warm. Maybe he’d take pity on your tired self and let you sleep through first period of school, and the two of you could show up late. But luck was not on your side this morning.

Not at all.

“Baby c’monnn... you have to get up.”

You groan into your pillow in response as Eddie gently shakes your shoulder, lips resting against the shell of your ear. He had first woke you when he abruptly jumped out of bed, scaring the shit out of you. After that, he had maybe given you two minutes of peace while he got dressed before trying to get you out of bed. You were never really a morning person and he knew that, but this time something feels off.... you feel off.

Actually you feel like shit.

And the fact that he’s trying to peel you out of bed for school definitely isn’t helping. It doesn’t even make sense, Eddie hates school. So why the hell is he trying to drag your ass out of bed in such a hurry? You have no idea, and right now you don’t care. Your body feels like it weighs twice as much, your head is pounding, and your abdomen feels like it’s on fire.

“Eddie...” you whimper, trying to get him to take the hint. He only cooes at you, thinking you’re just exhausted, and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You relish in the comforting touch, sinking back into your pillow as sleep begins to overcome you once more. Only for it to be ripped away immediately as the covers were pulled off you. You whine, instantly curling in on yourself as the cold air pricks at your skin.

“Nooooo...”

“Yesssss,” He mockingly whines back, “C’mon, get up. Breakfast will be ready in five.” He places a chaste kiss to your forehead before strolling out of the room, singing N.I.B. by Black Sabbath. You peel one of your eyes open to look at the clock on the wall. It read 7:15.

Too fucking early for this bullshit.

You sat up begrudgingly, blinking slowly before wiping the drool from the side of your mouth. Your bare legs are covered in goosebumps from the chilly October air that floods through the trailer vents. You slowly kick them over the side of the bed, feeling weighed down. You rest your head in your hands as the pain in your skull only grows with every movement. You couldn’t help but feel annoyance towards your boyfriend for the rude awakening he had given you.

You’re well aware that he’s not a mind reader, and probably couldn’t tell that you were not feeling well, but c’mon. Nobody wants to be woken up like that.

“Why the hell are you so excited about school you dipshit?” You whine, hoping he could hear you over his loud ass music.

“Hellfire tonight baby!” He calls back and you groan, remembering the end of his campaign was in fact tonight after school. You lift your head and stare into the mirror in front of you, taking in your reflection.

The dark Motley Crue tee of Eddie’s that you use as a sleep shirt matches the color of your eye bags, while the rest of you looks incredibly sickly. It was a startling sight to say the least. The ache in your abdomen resurfaces as you stand up, and you wince, stumbling your way through the door of his bedroom.

You‘re so confused as to why you feel like this. Last night you had fallen asleep with a slight stomach ache and now you think you’re dying. You can tell you have a fever just by how achey and sweaty you are, and your head feels like it’s spinning as you guide yourself to the bathroom using the walls.

You can hear Eddie dancing around in the kitchen as something sizzles on the stove. Normally you would laugh and make fun of him for his atrocious dance moves, but the smell of whatever the hell he has cooking goes straight to your gag reflex and you push your way inside the bathroom.

You find yourself on your knees in front of the toilet, dry heaving a few times before your dinner from the night before makes a reappearance. Tears spring to your eyes as the acid burns your throat, and you weakly call out for help the second you got the chance to breathe.

“Eddie...” you manage to choke out just in time before throwing up again. His voice begins to fade into earshot as he approaches the bathroom door.

“Uhhh baby? I sort of burnt the eggs so I think we’re just gonna have to stop at 7/11 on the way- holy shit.” He stops in his tracks, freezing as he takes in the sight before him. He only pauses for a few seconds though, before he’s quickly making his way towards you, multiple panicked “shits” and “fucks” leaving his mouth as he does so.

He carefully maneuvers his way behind you, pulling your hair from your face and holding it back. His other hand rubs up and down your arm soothingly as you retch into the toilet. You can’t help the whimpers that leave you as the pain in the right side of your stomach becomes excruciating.

“Easy sweetheart, I gotcha. Just let it all out.” You cough and hack for a few moments, and his hand moves from your arm to pressing firmly into your back, his thumb gently stroking up and down your spine, “Breathe baby, you gotta breathe.”

You try your best to do so as the contents of your stomach begin to run low, your puking coming to an end. You rest your head against the toilet seat, too tired and in pain to care about how gross it might be. You don’t even notice that Eddie had left your side until he returns, a cool wet rag and a glass of water in hand. He crouches down to your level and gently lifts your head, wiping off your face of any sweat before cleaning around your mouth. The back of his hand finds your forehead as he checks for a fever.

“Jesus Christ, you’re burning up.”

Worry dances over his features as he brings the cup of water up to your lips, allowing you to sip it. You swish it around at first, before spitting it in to the toilet and pulling the handle to flush the contents down. You drink some more after that, relishing in the relief it provides your throat. Eddie stays there with you, still supporting your head as he hums in an attempt to soothe you.

Unfortunately, as soon as he pulls the glass away from your lips you’re reminded of the sweltering burn in your stomach. You wrap your arms around yourself and lean back against the wall, gasping in pain.

“Hurts... Eddie it hurts.” You whimper pathetically, eyes pinching shut.

“What? What hurts!?” He asks in a panic, his eyes scanning over you. He watches as your hands press against the right side of your stomach in an attempt to ease the pain. His hands gently place themselves over yours and he asks,

“Right here?”

You nod frantically, pained groans and whimpers leaving you as he gently pulls your hands away. He slowly pulls your shirt up to reveal your stomach, examining to see what could be wrong. From the looks of it you’re not hurt at all, and he breathes a sigh of relief knowing you weren’t hiding any injuries from him. He places his hand against your stomach, gently pressing into your skin to feel if something is wrong. You hiss in pain and reach out instantly, gripping his arm in a silent plea for him to stop.

“Shit- I know sweetheart I know, I’m sorry.”

He continues to gently prod around until his fingers find themselves over a very swollen section of your abdomen. He sucks in a breath at that, pulling away as soon as you cry out in pain. He reaches up, cradling your cheek to comfort you as he thinks about what to do. Your eyes close and you feel dazed and tired, leaning into his touch. He needs to get you to a hospital, but he knows you well enough to realize that you’d rather lay here and die than do that.

This was going to be a challenge.

“Okay baby c’mon. Let’s get you up okay?” You don’t protest as he reaches under your arms to pull you up, helping you stand on your feet. He wraps an arm around you as he guides you back to the bedroom. He sits you down on the bed while he scrambles around.

You can’t really register much besides the pain at this point, but you are able to feel the soft mattress beneath you and you hum.

“I can sleep again?” You ask, hopeful, your words almost slurring together. Eddie can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he approaches you with a pair of sweatpants and his slippers. (The bunny ones he made you swear to never tell anyone about.) He places a kiss to your temple before kneeling down in front of you.

“No no no, no sleeping right now okay?” You pout at that, not even noticing as he maneuvers your legs into the sweatpants, pulling them under you and up over your bum. He slides the slippers onto your feet with ease, before tying your hair up as best as he could incase you had to throw up again.

He helps you stand once more, guiding you out to the van and buckling you in. He hops into the drivers seat, quickly peeling off towards Hawkins ER. The ride there is fairly easygoing. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking it with his thumb anytime you groan in pain, and making sure you stay awake.

As he pulls into the parking lot he realizes just how smoothly this went. Even though you’re clearly out of it, he‘d never expected to be able to get you here so easily. He puts the van in park, and you lift your head in confusion.

“Where are we?” You whine, peeking your head out the window for the first time. You look up at the giant sign by the parking lot entrance that reads ‘Hawkins Emergency Room,’ and your heart drops at the same time as Eddie’s.

So much for this being easy.

“Baby...” he starts, but you don’t let him finish.

“No no no. Eddie... please take me home. I-I can’t-” you’re cut off by your own cry of pain as you try to scramble as far away from him as possible, your abdomen burning like crazy. He slides over to you and grabs your wrists in an attempt to prevent you from hurting yourself further. You continue to fight against him, tears trickling down your cheeks as you yell at him to take you home.

You eventually end up pressed against him, your back meeting his front while his arms keep you encased. You’re pleading now, begging him to get you out of here while you cry and struggle in his arms. He can’t stop the tears from filling his eyes as he holds you close, unable to prevent the sheer terror you must be feeling.

“Sweetheart please-” his voice cracks and you let out a sob. He rests his chin on top of your head, delicately swaying the two of you back and forth, “I want to help you, but you gotta let me.” He holds you impossibly closer to him, kissing the top of your head as he tries to will the tears away.

“Pl-please don’t make me go in there,” you beg again, “I hate hospitals...I-I hate them Eds. I-I’m fine really...please.”

For a minute he contemplates it. He wonders if it’d be easier than having you cry in his arms while you beg him to take you home. But he knows that’s not an option; You’re obviously not okay, and this wasn’t just some sickness you might have caught. Eddie’s no doctor, but he can tell well enough that the swelling in your stomach couldn’t be anything good. He needs to get you in there, but first he’s gotta calm you down.

“Listen to me,” He starts sternly, “You’re not okay and you know that. You need a doctor, and we’re not not leaving until you see one.” You sniffle in response, still trembling in his arms, and his tone softens, his hands gently rubbing up and down your arms. “You’re in pain baby, and I can’t make it go away on my own.” Your lip wobbles and you whimper,

“I-I can’t Eddie please-” you’re cut off once again by a yelp of pain as you clutch your abdomen again. You turn, burying your face into his chest as you cry. You know he’s right but you don’t want to admit it; hospitals are terrifying to you, and they always had been. It’s where people go to die whether they know it or not, and you really didn’t want to be next. Eddie places his palm on the back of your head and he shushes you, continuing to rock the two of you back and forth.

“Yes you can, I know you can. Wanna know why?” You peek up at him, your puffy eyes filled with curiosity, “Cause I’ve seen you do a lot scarier things than going to the hospital.” You huff out a breath, sniffling again.

“I mean come on, you traveled interdimensionally and fought off monsters. All while trying to kill that Vecna creep to save the world.” You wipe your nose with your shirt as you slowly calm down.

“Being brave is hard. Besides, you did that too.”

He kisses your forehead, “Yeah but you did it better.” You smile and he continues, “Besides, if it weren’t for you I’d be bat food.” You shrug, feeling bashful.

“Oh! And remember last summer when you snuck into the Wallace’s trailer to steal your money back, and you outran their Rottweiler?” You can’t hold back your giggle, nodding against his chest. “That beast almost got you too.” You whack him, sitting up and rubbing your tears away.

“Bonnie is not a beast. She’s adorable, and she only chased me cause she likes me. If it was you running it would’ve been a different story. Your ass would’ve been a chew toy.” He gasps, reaching back to cover his butt in mock fear.

“Not this ass, it looks too good! Especially in these jeans.” You laugh at his antics until you gasp, your stomach flaring up. Eddie watches you carefully as you try your best to breathe, and he places a comforting hand on your back.

“Hey, you’re safe okay? I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.” He murmurs and you take a deep breath, looking back up at him with a smirk.

“You swear on Dustin’s mother?” He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That’s a low blow.” You raise an eyebrow at him, awaiting his answer. “Okay yes. I swear on Henderson’s poor mother.”

You nod, letting out a breath.

“Alright...let’s get this over with then.”

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“I’m sorry, appenda-what?” Eddie asks, eyes filled with confusion.

“Appendicitis, it’s a condition where the appendix becomes inflamed and filled with pus— causing pain.” The doctor explains sliding on his rolling chair as he points towards the screen.

“Wh-what’s the appendix?” You squeak out nervously. Eddie’s hand rests on your shoulder, providing some comfort. When you and him had stumbled in, they immediately showed the two of you to a room and began to run some tests.

They initially wanted to do the tests in private, but after you had almost went into a full blown panic attack, the doctor and nurses agreed to let Eddie stay. They had given you some temporary pain killers and for a while that helped, but you were still shaking like a leaf in your hospital gown. It was obvious the staff was taking pity on you, but you didn’t want their pity.

You want to go home.

“The appendix is a narrow pouch that projects out from the colon. It really has no known purpose so removal of it would do little to no harm to you-”

“What do you mean removal?” You ask sharply, your tone immediately rising to a panic. The doctor pauses for a moment, as if trying to figure out the best way to tell you this.

“Well you see, appendicitis is considered a medical emergency because if it is left for too long it will eventually caused the appendix to burst or rupture.” You hold your breath, awaiting the dreaded words that were about to leave his mouth. You could feel Eddie bracing himself for your reaction as he slowly moved closer to you.

“A burst appendix is incredibly painful and life-threatening, which means it requires immediate surgery for removal and the cleaning of your abdominal cavity.”

In your mind you’re already gone. You’re sprinting down the hallway, trying to get as far away from that dreaded hospital room as you possibly could. Not once looking back. But here in the present? You’re frozen in place and completely filled to the brim with dread. Almost as if one more drop would cause everything to spill over. Your eyes were completely unfocused and your breathing was picking up rapidly.

“Woah woah woah hey...” Eddie starts, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. The doctor immediately makes his way closer, placing his hand on your arm, but you aggressively flinch away towards Eddie. A cry leaves your lips and everyone in the room jumps at the sound of it. You’re scared, you’re so scared.

“Y/N it might be best if we-”

“Hey uh listen Doc,” Eddie cuts him off, “I know you’re all um medical professionals and shit but...you guys really freak her out man. I think she just needs some space.” The doctor’s eyebrows furrow.

“I understand that but it’s urgent that we perform the surgery-” you visibly flinch at the word, “before her situation becomes any worse.” Eddie huffs out a breath, his hand rubbing your back as he tries to figure out what to do. His eyes scan over your rigid form for a moment, registering just how terrified his poor girl must be feeling.

“Just... give me five minutes with her okay? Someone’s gotta calm her down and I know that won’t happen if any of you try to do it. Please.”

The man pauses for a few moments before eventually nodding, ushering the nurses out of the room before following them shortly after. As the door shuts behind them, Eddie scoots further onto the bed, situating himself in front of you, taking your face in his hands.

“Hey...can you hear me?”

You’re staring past him, eyes completely unfocused as your mouth moves, revealing the thoughts that are swirling around in your head, almost like a tornado.

“Oh god.... oh god I’m gonna die I gonna die- Eddie I don’t want to die oh god-” you gasp out, your thoughts and words completely jumbling together in a messy pile of fear. You’re trembling under his touch as his thumbs gently stroke your cheeks.

“No no no, you’re not gonna die- Hey!” He taps your left cheek lightly, trying to snap you out of whatever panicked daze you’re in, “Hey look at me.” Your eyes slowly but surely move to meet his, a look of recognition filling them. “Can you hear me?”

It takes you a second to fully register what he had said before you force a nod. He huffs a quick breath of relief before speaking again,

“Listen to me, you’re not gonna die. You’re gonna be just fine okay? I promise.” He moves closer to you, scooting forward in a gentle attempt to bring you into his arms, knowing that you could snap if he wasn’t careful. He pulls you snug against his front and you wrap your arms around him. You lean your head against his chest and take in his musky scent, listening to his heartbeat.

You can’t stop the tears from finally escaping your eyes as you wheeze the air from your lungs. Eddie can feel them soaking the front of his shirt and he’s quick to cradle your head with one hand while he rubs your back with the other. “I know. I know it’s scary baby, I’m right here.” he mutters, his voice like honey. His hand moves from your hair to your neck, holding it gently. It gives you a sense of feeling grounded, like you aren’t going to wither away from fear.

“There we go, deep breaths. Just follow me sweetheart.” There was the slight firm edge to Eddie's voice before he modeled a couple of deep breaths for you to follow along with. Your rapid breathing slowly begins to dissipate back into calm relaxed breaths as he holds you.

“God I’m so pathetic...” you huff out, sniffling. He squeezes the back of your neck ever so gently and you pull back to look at him. His hands find your face once again, thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“You’re anything but pathetic baby. It’s okay to be scared sometimes you know...” you shake your head in denial and his hands move to rest on your shoulders, “I mean it. Don’t sell yourself short sweetheart, and that’s coming from the guy who’s afraid of bats.”

You huff out a laugh, “You have a good reason to be afraid of them though-”

“And you have a good reason to be afraid of this place. Trust me, even I’m getting freaked out,” He visibly shudders, “Besides, that doctors receding hairline is pure nightmare fuel.”

You bury your face in his shoulder trying to stifle your bouts of laughter. You feel Eddie smile against your head as he places a chaste kiss into your hair. “You better hope you don’t lose your hair one day, or I’ll never stop telling you the same thing.”

“These precious locks?” He dramatically flips his hair over his shoulder, “They aren’t going anywhere. I don’t care how many hair growth products it takes, I refuse to go bald.” You continue to giggle into his shoulder, hoping that the doctor couldn’t hear your conversation through the door.

Just as that thought crosses your mind the door clicks open and the doctor makes his presence known through the clearing of his throat. He didn’t seem overly upset which was a good sign that Eddie’s comment had been kept between the two of you.

“Are we all set to get started? I can give the two of you a few more minutes if you would like?” Eddie pulls away and sits back on his heels as he takes your hands in his. He studies your face for a few seconds before titling his head back, gesturing to the doctor. He gives your hands a reassuring squeeze,

“What do you think sweetheart?” You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before slowly nodding your head.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Within about 30 minutes you had been moved to the surgery wing of the hospital, and everything was set up for you to be given the anesthetic to be put under. You were shaking like crazy but Eddie stayed with you the whole time. He was informed that he would be allowed to stay with you until you were officially sedated. Part of you wishes he could stay the whole time but that was just your anxiety talking, you knew neither of you would actually want him to stick around while you’re being cut into and operated on.

“You ready?” Eddie asks you, and you look at him nervously. His hand is squeezing yours lightly, trying his best to keep it steady and keep you grounded. You shake your head lightly. “Not really, but I kind of have to be at this point.”

He chuckles, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair that had fallen out from the hair net behind your ear. “That’s the spirit...I think?” You smile and shake your head at him. Just then another doctor comes up to your right side, gently taking your arm into her hands.

“Alright Y/N, I’m going to administer the anesthesia now. It should put you to sleep within roughly two to four minutes. You’ll be completely safe and in good hands the whole time, I’ll personally make sure of that. Are you ready?” Her words helped to slightly ease your panic and you nod slowly. She lifts the syringe to the small tube that had been inserted into the vein in your wrist, and you watch as she empties it out, letting it flow into your veins. You don’t feel any different at first, and it isn’t until you open your mouth to speak that you feel anything at all.

“Is it working?” You ask, your words slurring out with a giggle. Eddie smiles, reaching up to stroke your cheek and you hum and the feeling.

“I think so baby.”

A moment later you’re pouting, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open. But Eddie’s thumb on your cheek was very sleep inducing...oh and the drugs too. But mostly his thumb.

“I don’t wanna sleep.” You mumble grumpily, and Eddie raises an amused eyebrow at you, “Oh really? Why not?”

“M’ gonna miss you.” Your tired eyes finally begin to droop and his eyes soften at your words, the smile never leaving his lips. He can hear some of the nurses giggling at your response, and even a mumble of ‘They’re so adorable’ being whispered into the air. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment.

“Don’t fight the drugs on my account.” He jokes, and you huff out a tired laugh in response. He continues, “And no need to miss me sweetheart, go ahead and close your eyes. I‘ll still be here when you open them again.”

“Promise?” You mumble, on the verge of unconsciousness.

“I promise.” And that’s the last thing you hear before tumbling into a deep slumber.

~~~~~~~~

Beeping is the first thing you hear as your body starts to wake up. Snoring is the second. The cold bite of the hospital air is the first thing you feel. A warm hand in yours is the second. And the bright white light emitting from the fluorescent bulbs is the first thing you see.

Eddie’s sleeping form is the second.

It takes you a few moments to even register where you are or what happened to you before everything slowly starts to flood back into your memory. You swallow, your throat feeling dry as your eyes attempt to get used to how bright the room is.

You look back at Eddie, admiring how cute he looks when he sleeps. His mouth is open too, his tongue barely poking out. He looks so peaceful.

Not for long.

“Psst. Eddie.” You whisper, trying to get his attention.

“Eddie, hey.” You say a little louder. He doesn’t even move. You roll your eyes and huff,

“HEY EDDIE!” You shout as best as you can, giggling as he startles awake, standing up, hands in the air as if he’s ready to karate chop someone. His panicked eyes scan the room before eventually landing on your amused form.

“You. Fucking. Brat.” He grits his teeth, sitting back down. “After everything I do for you? And you wanna play that game?” He grumbles, pouting.

“I just missed you. How long was I out doofus?” You giggle some more, teasing him.

He rolls his eyes at you, “Three hours, and you know, you were a lot nicer to me when you were on drugs.” Your eyebrows furrow for a moment, not recalling anything after the nurse had explained what was going to happen.

“Why, what did I say?” Now it’s Eddie’s turn to mess with you.

“You confessed your undying love to me, right before telling your doctor all about his receding hairline.” He lies, watching as your face drops in horror.

“I did not...” you try to deny, not recalling anything he was telling you, but he just smirks and nods. “Oh but you did sweetheart. And he did not seem impressed.” You groan, dropping your face in your hands, feeling completely mortified.

“Noooooo....” you whine, but he just laughs at you. You attempt to sit up more but you gasp in pain at the sharp sting emitting from your side.

“Hey, take it easy baby,” He scolds, gently pushing you to lay back down, “You just got out of surgery, you’re not gonna recover immediately.” You huff out a frustrated breath.

“How long am I supposed to stay here then?” You ask and he bites his lip, knowing you’re not going to like his answer. “Two days.” You throw your head back again, groaning again about how unfair this all is before your head shoots up once more.

“Wait, what about Hellfire? You can’t stay here, you have to go and finish the campaign! Especially when all the boys are so excited about it! It’s only five o’clock, you can still make it if you leave right now. Just take the van and come back afterwards, I can wait for you I promise. I’m sure this TV has something entertaining for me to watch while-” you’re cut off by his soft lips meeting yours. You squeal in surprise as his hands gently hold your face. He pulls away, forehead resting against yours,

“Calm that pretty little head of yours,” he chuckles, “I already called all of them and postponed it to next week.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“You...postponed hellfire? Eddie you never do that.” He leans back, smiling at you, “I’d do anything for my girl, besides, they’d all get crushed without you there.” You blush at that, burying your face in his chest.

“I’m sorry about today, I know I totally overreacted-”

“Don’t be sorry. You know I don’t mind taking care of you. I just don’t like seeing you so upset.” His fingers glide down the side of your neck, providing a small form of comfort.

“Well I can officially say that I’m slightly less afraid of hospitals now.” Eddie looks up at you hopefully, “Wait really?”

“No.” You laugh.

Just then the door clicks open and your doctor from earlier walks in, smiling at the two of you. He begins to explain what would be expected of you during your recovery process, and Eddie holds your hand the entire time.

He glances over to you, his eyes dancing over your features in complete adoration. He’s so happy that you’re okay and looking healthier. He didn’t know what he’d do with himself if you didn’t end up fine. And it’s not hard to notice just how relaxed you are. Whether you want to admit it or not, he knows you’re definitely more comfortable here than you were before, and he’s incredibly proud of you for that.

But he’s even more proud of himself when you begin to apologize to the doctor for your “comments” on his balding head. And if he not-so-proudly explains everything to the doctor and takes the blame after you fall asleep, he might just keep that to himself. Because nothing is more important to him than you.

#fiction #imagines #stranger things #eddie munson #humor #writers #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #hurt/comfort #requested #dialogue prompts

[sarahnotjmaas]

Here it is, my chaotic note taking as I experienced Queen of Shadows 4.5/5⭐️

I do not trust Arobynn. Why does this woman keep working with this man.

Who is with Chaol?? SHE!?!?

I heard the fandom is full of Chaol haters and tbh I don’t get it. I’m only on the 5th book but not seeing it yet

Chaol is kinda dumb haha and super sensitive and 5 books in has yet to prove he can fight like at all. He killed Cain but it was a single strike and that was like his first kill. Ever.

SJM wouldn’t write another tragic love story right!? Cuz Chaol is in need of character building and Nesryn and him are already giving me Dorian and Sorscha vibes.

Listen in SJM books endgame relationships are slow burbs. They have chemistry to quickly

HE PAWNED THE RING???

Kaltain has a collar too!!

Dorian battling for his life with that demon 😭

Aelin, we’re officially calling her Aelin now, is wasting her time with Arobynn she is capable without he’s gonna double cross her I know it

Her showing up to the shadow markets was dope!

When is Manon gonna for something cool. She has an awesome dragon puppy Abraxos and she’s doing nothing. Low key I love Asterin and she clearly has her back so demoting her was a bitch move

This book has more action, I like it

Sneaking into the party as a dancer, nice.

The smoke, very Harry Potter! I could see this scene so vividly in my head

Chaol is being a jerk a little bit. He acts like the whole rebellion isn’t for Aelin. When you start holding your own then you can talk, Mr. I’ve only ever killed one person, otherwise stop bossing Aelin around……

Oh shit Elide is a witch. So she’s in with the witches meaning when she links back up with her childhood homies Aedion and Aelin they will be a steaming pile of shit in the kings bed! Hell yea

When does Rowan come back 😭oh okay

27 chapters lol

I read pine and snow and my heart fluttered

No she made a bath for him with all her fancy soaps!!! BECAUSE SHE YELLED AT SAM FOR USING THEM!!!!!!

Gavriel is Aedion’s father!?!???

Oh no poor Aedion, the blood oath was sworn to him but also…. Why can’t she have both she’s the queen she can make her own rules

THE NIGHTGOWN!!!!! She better get a fucking good night gown i stg!!

My boy Chaol is BITTER! Damn he fucked up in the second book and is gonna be bitter the rest of the series. He’s giving big soft boy energy. #NiceGuysFinishLast lol but I low key still want the best for him. He’s loyal to Dorian at the end of the day. Period. However if he’s trying to free Dorian doesn’t he think giving him full access to his powers might help him beat that demon in his body… just saying

Rowan’s and Aelin are literally dating

Going to Sam’s grave. Having Rowan go with her😭 I’m welling up it’s too much. I fucking hate Arobynn and it better be the sweetest death cuz I hate him so much

So I’m definitely not a fan of the witch maternity prison ward that’s happening. Everything about that is uncomfy and I need it to end immediately. Asterin seems to be the only sane one.

Rowan wearing the almost oil, power move!

No, not the room where she saw Sam’s mangled body😭HE PUT THE RING ON HER FINGER!!! Is she faking it??I knew it lol wait but why did he say don’t touch me like that 😭well good for Lysandra I guess

This book is an emotional rollercoaster

There is something SO sus about her Manons grandma. She bowed to the king!?!?!? What’s in the trailer?? What did Manon see??????

Hold up!!! The King is just another victim!?!? No fucking way!!!! That’s a twist I didn’t expect

ALL THOSE CENTURIES, I WAS JUST LOOKING FOR YOU fuck me up Rowan 😭

Slamming the door on Aedion’s face was a little rude but his timing is awful. Wait Lysandra and Aedion???? Love that, that’s fierce pair

Still not a Chaol hater and the trio of friendship between Aelin, Dorian and Chaol is so sweet. Is Chaol ever gonna find a woman he lives as much as Dorian lol CHAOL IS PARALYZED!?!? He broke his promise to Nesry cuz he can’t walk! I’m screaming “Let’s have an adventure,Nesryn Faliq” okay cute but am I alone in thinking Chaol needs someone meeker?? Like someone softer because I think nesryn is too much woman for him…….kinda (don’t come for me)

I never know what part of an SJM book will make me cry but making Lysandra a lady and having Evangeline be her heir got me actually tearing up!

Manon and Dorian. MANON AND DORIAN!!!!!!

Crying again cuz Rowan smells like Terrasen!

#queen of shadows #sarah j maas #sjm #throne of glass #heir of fire #aelin galythinius #celaena sardothien #chaol westfall #dorian havilliard #rowan whitethorn #manon blackbeak #elide lochan #abraxos #nesryn faliq #lysandra #fleetfoot #tog

[hangulandhallyu]

AoS Ep 20, Warning: SPOILERS!!!

JUSTICE FOR THE CROWN PRINCE. I will be so pissed off if they get that lazy with his character that ope, pretty girl is with the other guy so I'm going suddenly not be smart anymore and am going to be manipulated by this known evil guy to be the big baddie because I have a fragile ego and stuff. They better have been playing that up just for cliffhanger purposes or I STG!!!

*Screaming*

WHERE IS BUYEON!? There is no excuse for the lack of explanation as to why this character built up as this divine uber-powerful person and the reason Muldeok is different than other soul shifters... suddenly just isn't doing shit when her body KILLS HER OWN FATHER, FIGHTS HER SISTER, And then goes and kills UK, too, etc. I think it's a bit of BS plot armor to have this whole thing happen anyway, but to not even give us an excuse as to why Buyeon suddenly isn't helping is mega WTF.

*Sobbing*

Obviously Somin IS going to be in S2. At the very least the first ep, but I don't see how she won't be in a number of them. Lady Jin directing her angsty, vengeful daughter to bring back Buyeon('s body) home alive wasn't an accident, and was left completely open, so it's going to be a feature of S2's plot, vengeful Spring and a dark mode danggu (ㅠ_ㅠ) full of hate and a desire for revenge hunting her down. at the VERY least she'll still be looking for Buyeon's body in the first ep. The mom & Buyeon will have to have a closure goodbye scene before we say goodbye to Buyeon for good.

*scream-sobbing*

Jang Uk was looking fine AF coming back from the dead though??? like wtF SIR

That whole scene was pretty cool though ngl. The emerging badassedly from the fog was ::chef's kiss:: (He did look a bit confused tho and yeah bro same)

*drunked table flipping*

WHERE WAS THE GOTDAMN ICESTONE BEFORE THAT, EH?? LIKE MAYBE WHEN HE WAS DYING, OR WHEN NAKSU WAS TOUCHING HIM WHILE RUNNING WILD AND HE HAD THE ICE STONE INSIDE HIM, WHICH IS THE THING HE HAD WANTED THE WHOLE TIME TO STOP HER FROM GOING-FUCKING-WILD I CANT BELIEVE THEY DIDNT EVEN EXPLAIN WHY IT DIDN'T DO SHIT FOR EITHER OF THEM UNTIL FIRE TIME.

*soft, sad crying*

I am way too upset that my fictional friends are disappointed in and hateful towards mudeoki/naksu. I think their hatred of Naksu isn't realistic at this point, time would have faded some of it, and especially finding out she was someone they knew and liked and that someone they loved loved her... I really don't feel like this sudden "OH SHE MUST DIE IMMEDIATELY" was well written, and that is disappointing.

I want Jin Mu to die in such a horrible and painful way. Please make him suffer so much T_T

Yul left Naksu bc he was told to the first time, right? Kudos to the actor, I'm pretty sure I could see determination solidifying on his heartbroken face that he was NOT going to listen to his family and abandon her a second time. Not when she needs him the most. (Esp since at that point he does not know that Uk was like no thank u to being dead and burned.)

can we just have a group hug/cry rn? Someone pls bring a lot of booze. And/or chocolate. And tissues 😭😭😭😭

#alchemy of souls #sorry that's too many words but y'all get it rn

[tin-wufborf]

Teen Wolf Rewatch: Season 1, Episode 1—“Wolf Moon”

All right, party people, please prepare yourself for my morally grey and overly cynical rewatch of a show I both love and hate more than anything. Also, I’m a rambler and a ranter, so this is gonna be long, no doubt.

Also, fair warning, I am not a fan of Scott McCall, so if you’re a proud card-holding member of the Scott McCall Defense Squad (dumb name btw), I recommend that you keep on scrolling because you do not want to engage in discourse with me. I am a petty little bitch and absolutely will argue with you for the sake of arguing. Ya’ll get hilariously upset about people’s dislike of him, and it gives me great joy to see the absolutely pathetic length’s you’ll go to in order to protect this piece of shit ass character.

I know he can’t help it, but I could not stop staring at DOB’s stress herpes that appears intermittently throughout this episode. Like, you can almost track what order scenes were filmed in based on the size of the middle of his top lip. Poor baby was absolutely pressed on his first real acting gig, and his body was absolutely responding to it.

As someone who is from Northern California and has spent time in our wooded areas and forests, it is laughable to me how much these Georgia woods could not be mistaken for California forests in a police lineup. Like, I know they had to make do with what they had, but holy fuck, the foliage in these two states aren’t even fucking close, my dude.

I always love that Scott has a guitar in his room throughout the entirety of the show, but we never once find out whether or not this fool can actually play. Like, it’s literal set dressing, and it’s even more hilarious when you consider that Tyler Posey actually can and does play the guitar. They could have given Scott a cool little skill if they wanted, but they were like “eh, he does lacrosse, that’s enough character traits for Scott”.

Maybe Scott had a fucking asthma attack while looking for the body because he wouldn’t just shut the fuck up and stop complaining about the thing he wasn’t forced to do. Jesus christ, Scott, shut the fuck up. We get it. You don’t wanna be here. But then, like, why did you go?

I also love that they wanted us to believe that Scott was that severely asthmatic at the beginning, but they start the show by showing him putting on a pretty impressive pull-up show and having a pretty nice body before being bitten, like ???

I love the Sheriff shining a flashlight through the sparse trees in the woods like you can’t see everything out there. You could run blindfolded through these trees and not hit a single fucking thing because everything is so damn far apart.

On a related note to the point above, where the fuck did these deer just appear from?? They literally just come from some sort of liminal space that exists behind the trees. Is there a platform nine and three-quarters situation happening in the trees of Beacon Hills?

All of the dead bodies and crime scenes in this show are so clean, my god.

I would have beat the fucking freckles off of Jackson Whittemore for how he treats people, stg. Little fucking punk-ass rich could. Ugh.

I kind of vaguely recall that the reason BHHS is all about lacrosse is that Jeff Davis was trying way too hard to be different, but like…what fucking Northern California public high school is this meant to represent? I’m not saying that it doesn’t or can’t possibly exist, but I would say that the overwhelmingly popular sports in our area are still your basic ass football, baseball, and basketball. In these parts, that’s a rich kid sport. Some public schools have lacrosse teams, but they tend to be even less popular than soccer teams out this way.

So, I love Lydia (or, more so, I love what fans have postulated about her and built her up to be in fandom because she actually kinda sucks as a character with real dimension in the show), but like…she is the worst version of a popular hot chick ever. Lydia Martin is a straight-up bitch in the first season of this show. Like…what a shallow little cunty bitch.

Will continue in a reblog because apparently this has gone on too long and Tumblr likes to tell me what to do.

#thoughts #my thoughts #a rant #teen wolf #tws01e01 wolf moon #i swear i like this show guys #i just have a lot of thoughts feelings and opinions #scott mccall #jackson whittemore #lydia martin #allison argent #stiles stilinski #derek hale

[superfluouskeys]

need to rant about 6.2 a bit lol sorry not sorry

I’m just like………..soooooo bored by the main plot unfortunately LOL.  And I don’t like Vrtra/Varshahn at all like I find his character extremely weird and annoying at all times.  I think mainly the whole child oc/little brother thing freaks me out LOL like wtf is that he is thousands of years old stop that.  But I was also very bored by his whole plotline in Endwalker and thought it was one of the weaker parts overall, so it might just not be to my taste.  I think it’s a pretty random reason to get them to the Thirteenth also lol but whatever it could work, ff14 isn’t good bc the plots are original it’s good bc of the execution of those concepts so I guess I’ll try to reserve judgment.

Y’shtola’s line delivery drives me insane, I feel this way about every character that va plays, idk what it is.  It’s so forced and unnatural to me and it ruins entire moments sometimes.  I also don’t think they know what to do with the character, like she has all the pieces of an interesting character and they just never DO anything.  Let something mildly interesting happen to Y’shtola for ONCE I stg.

I really like Zero, she has the makings of a very interesting character who is sort of outside the bounds of what they usually do esp with female characters.  BUT I think the way they dealt with residual questions about Zenos’s fate/motives was very ham-fisted and bad.  Ik a lot of people think Zenos is boring but I am not one of those ppl lol—I do like Zero and I’m not saying like Zenos should have been in her place in the story, but I think it just really reminded me how much potential Zenos had and how many really interesting and meaningful moments we could have had w his character even if he still didn’t survive Endwalker.  (I’ve heard rumors that EDW was supposed to be two expansions, which seems extremely likely with how rushed and messy a lot of it felt).

Also like look. Listen.  I try to be mindful of my personal biases but oh my GOD.  WHY wasn’t G’raha in this patch lol.  We went to the THIRTEENTH.  They played the got damn CRYSTAL TOWER RAID MUSIC MULTIPLE TIMES. Cid and Nero showed up and specifically said well haha I was at the Crystal Tower I had to see what this was all about!!!!!  also with the parallels to the situation in the first?????????  Where is the cat!!!!!!!!!  It was like almost comical that he wasn’t there or mentioned at all.  Ig he’s busy or wtf ever but who cares!!!!!  That cat man came here to have adventures not do paperwork!!!!!!!!!!!

This goes to disliking Varshahn but it’s also relevant here LOL because number ONE what the FUCK was that whole here is an adult body thing LOLLLLLLLLLLLL like WHAT that was so weird, but then it turns out that’s what??? just for battle???? and then he slips back into his child skin when he gets home????????  it’s so weird I hate it lol.  But also SCREAMING at how they had to make him a viable tank and force Y’shtola to pick up healing again (it says sorceress or w/e but she still has the conjurer icon LOL, choosing to believe she never equipped her job stone and does not intend to start now)—and I am just SAYING I know of a CAT MAN who is already an all rounder so you know we could have just asked him!!!!!!!!!

There were parts of the patch I really enjoyed—I liked the Thirteenth lore a lot, I LOVED barbariccia as evidenced by briefly going insane on here lol, I’m really hopeful that Zero will continue to have good content, and of course FFXIV music absolutely never fails to SEND ME into a higher plane of existence.

But overall I did find it really frustrating and a lot of it was not especially fun LOL.  I was considering waiting until 6.3 was out bc I kind of suspected I would feel this way and wanted a little more game to play BUT idk when 6.3 will be out and I might be back in school already by then so I decided to just give in.

Anyway, just needed to rant, as you were.

#amber plays ffxiv #personal #bring back the cat man 2kforever

[calclaws]

more breaking down dont recommend reading lol

it really drives me crazy how often people mention therapy when it was a therapist who undid all the work id done for years and sent me spiraling. And im so angry because I cant help but wonder where id have been if she just treated me better or had even a glimmer of human sympathy. I told her all this vulnerable stuff about me and she just bullied and belittled me. The only good thing she did was say "of course that would be traumatic" when I told her about my medical trauma because I was always very ashamed of it and felt crazy and my parents told me i was crazy and they were mad that I reacted so badly i got them in trouble. but then that therapist retraumatized me by repeating what the act was over and over while i just froze. but that's not why i hate her. she said lots of fucked up shit to me. i cant remember which one sent me over the edge because i felt like i ejected from my body and i just did a bunch of things to escape but i was on autopilot. i feel like i just left my body idk it was bizarre. But I do remember she tried to argue with me about whether i was bi because i hadnt had sex (when a lot of what id talked to her about was how terrified i was of being disowned for being queer) and i said something corny about believing in soulmates and she LAUGHED at me and said you cant be serious and then went into this whole thing about how her ex was a narcissist. And she also rolled her eyes at me when i said we couldnt afford therapy more than every other week. I was a student and my parents were paying $100 a session for her!!!!

Anyway im trying therapy again bc i feel at this point i have nothing to lose. but i spent 2 hours writing intake forms and i feel so degraded and i stg they better only show this to the therapist if they are asking all this personal shit. i dont even know this woman and she knows all this. Im really scared bc i feel like if she belittles my trauma im gonna hurt myself. but i really liked her profile so im hoping. but im so scared im gonna say something that will get me locked up and then i will just be retraumatized and lose my job and health insurance. they threaten to report you if you talk about hurting yourself which is so frustrating because i pay you all this money and im not allowed to talk about feelings ive had since i was 10 years old. although i dont think i had depression then i jsut wanted to kill myself bc i was bullied so much and i was a sensitive little bitch. but anyway im actually kind of hopeful haha. against my better judgment i hope it works out but those intake forms triggered me so bad. and i keep feeling like no one loves or cares about me even though thats stupid like your bestie and your partner keep checking in on you you dumbass. but my brain is just so sick and part of me knows im acting insane.

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Friday, January 26th, 2024!

12:38am busted a nut and it felt great, awesome way to start the day lol. Also so glad I deleted the emails, I don't even remember what they said and soon they will be totally forgotten :) I already feel more at peace.

10:26am still feeling better, haven't heard from him day #2 (new record!) I want to get away from him he's toxic and doesn't know it/ believe me/ won't do anything about it. Just worry about me lol.

10:47am there's nothing wrong with doing things with your own company btw. Just be safe and you're literally fine ❤️

10:58am FUCK I jinxed myself what the hell 😂 retarded ass I told him I miss him (as a friend) and he said thanks that makes me feel better.... 😑 Glad you feel better bro (no shit I never did anything to you too make your feel bad RIP) literally what? I can't.

4:02pm had some lunch earlier and took a 3? Hr nap very needed, sleep is important!! And I only had like 4-5hrs last night so this makes sense!! I am a girl who needs lots of sleep especially when I am wanting to achieve my best mental health!! Do not feel guilty that you slept in the middle of the day you needed rest!! I love you ❤️

5:18pm laundry in the wash, trash taken out and I'm going to pick up BC RX. I love summer and warm weather but I have to be ok with sweating lol!

Pros >>> cons :) of going outside

11:15pm oops got drunk and watched too many relationship videos = bad. My heart hurts. I want him to feel pain. I fucking hate him and I want him to know (mmmmm maybe this is what I'm manifesting/ loa??) Fuck him fuck him fuck him I hope he gets fucking cheated on ong stupid prick narcissist. Fuck you you're no longer in my life fuck you and your small dick frfr.

I am a beautiful person, with a heart and soul that would NEVER do that shit to someone and that's why I know I'm fucking better. Someone with empathy, with half a brain, would not do that to another human being especially one they've known for years. I know I'm better, kinder, more loving, more respectful, more empathetic, more genuine and real AF, smarter with more emotional intelligence, more confident in myself not to need some half-ass bitch in my life, I'm going to get farther in life than he can even dream of, I get bitches on days I don't even shower bro, I have bitches hitting me up fucking constantly since you left and literally all their dicks have literally been bigger and fatter than yours and they've all been nicer more straight forward at least tbh 😂 bitch you are the bottom of the barrel and I'm the cream of the crop you could not pull me now with your little bitch ass bro wtf so fucking unconfident and with so much mental baggage and mommy and daddy issues the only flex you have is your physical body that's literally so sad and I will fucking stand on this shit, if you only pride yourself on physical appearance and ability but have nothing psychological or emotional or financial or support to provide,,, you're literally a walking dildo I'm sorry but literally please fix your fucking mental before you come at me!!!! I said what I said and I have felt this way for a while, kinda like a woman just being a fleshlight with no emotional or intellectual contribution to the relationship JFC I CAN'T it does go both ways for men and women.

Y'all are so immature and I am above you both I said what I said my confidence scares both of you coward bitches and I will get so much farther in life than the both of you combined x2 I stg because I know my mf worth and I know what and who will not take up my mf time and space. Y'all are so peabrained and act like fucking high schoolers, there's really no point in talking to y'all either bc of the stereo effect with y'all just tell each other what the other wants to hear, enabling the never ending shitty ass behavior with your insane mentally and morally wrong ways of justifying your actions. Nonsensical which is WHY it's so confusing to people who follow LOGICAL thinking..... That cognitive dissonance is the star of the shit show.

Fuck you and good riddance, can't wait for my birthday to know true fucking peace of mind. ❤️

[haunted-homes]

Not my usual content this The \/\/alking D3ad related <3

I just love Trans Man R1ck Gr1mes like.... i was talking about him earlier and i think it honestly fits his character so well like you could very very feasibly have an AU where there is NO change except R1ck is Trans. Like no one can tell me L0r1 wouldn't except him, she's very much the type to accept Trans people but still enforce Gender Roles on them 😭😭

And Sh4ne is blatantly Misogynistic, him being subtly transphobic in the way that like, your uncle or cousins would be is so real. Like yeah it sucks but its so unserious and unimportant that it's really easy to brush off and ignore.

Trans R1ck is fully binary but like he obviously doesn't care if you're not. The cis people around him don't understand it but it's all the same to him. He recognizes that he's just a Binary Man regardless of what his body looks like and he doesn't care about what anyone else does as long as it doesn't hurt anyone!

He'd have full phalo, that can be pumped to erection, and top surgery obviously.

He'd have Top Surgery BEFORE meeting L0r1 but only Phalo right before C4rl is born. C4rl is via Sperm Donor obviously, and in some versions it could be Sh4ne but absolutely fucking not i hate that 😭

Lor1 would go balls to the wall anyone who questioned her identity as a CisHet Woman but like, she can't EVEN that woman knows how to chew carpet better than Termites

Sh4ne is just. Ugh hes a whole story.

R1ck is the kinda guy to be upfront on their first date too but L0r1 is just like 'well... I did mess around in College...' "sounds fine to me ^-^ im still straight though" like obviously

They are canonically Highschool Sweethearts so this AU would change that i suppose but you could work into it not being the case BUT. I need you to consider Jock Stud Sh4ne and his awkward dyke best friend /pos

I go crazy for this i stg

(i posted this here because this community feels safer to me than anywhere else and i fear T\/\/D community would rip me a new one for this besties <3 - 🔪)

#proshipper safe

[nimbuslich]

Nona the Ninth Spoilers!!!

So I took notes through my first read through of ntn each time I felt a Strong Emotion™ so here is what my experience was like:

I think it's Gideon in harrows body

Omg poor cam and palamedes not being able to see each other or talk or anything!

Poor cam & palamedes having to basically be parents to their amnesiac friend. They love Harrow & Gideon so much they're caring for Nona like a child when she's their age, they were peers, allies, but they are so tender with her it's heartbreaking

She is so innocent and they are all in so much pain but they won't break that illusion even though she's someone they once could've confided in & relied on oh goooddddddddd

"Salt water made her feel as though, if there was someone in there with her, she would suddenly know the words to tell them everything." -screaming, crying, throwing up, etc. (Edit: tamsyn didn't have to do this to me. She wrote that line KNOWING I would never be ok again after reading it)

FUCKING cam & palamedes coming together to save Nona and almost dying but FUCKING CAM says "it was good, WE WERE HAPPY" ?!?!?!???!?!! AAAASHHHHHSHHDJDJDHEURHSJHSKABDBDJAJGDHDJANDHDJJDHDJAKWJDHCUBEUFDHDJAIZNDYRHDBDHDYEHABXHFJAKSNXBFHDHANZJDHDIEUÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Nona expresses her love for her friends so openly, which both Harrow and Gideon were never good at. This is the first time either feels safe and loved and they don't even understand how special it is 😭

Corona is the WORST

Ugghhhhhh Judith calling Nona "reverend daughter" gave me goosebumps. It's just, like *incoherent screeching*

I CANNOT HANDLE THE IDEA THAT ALL THESE PPL ARE LOOKING AT HARROW, HARROWS STUPID LITTLE FACE AND HER TINY STUPID BODY, BUT NONA IS IN THERE?!?!? DUMB IDIOT BABY IN HARROWS POINTY SAD BITCH FACE?!?!?!?

also holy fuck is she hallucinating?!?!? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING I HATE IT HERE

I miss Harrow 😢

I have zero thoughts about these John chapters except that he's a stupid liar face and I hate him.

Also the farther I get in this book the more I see why tamsyn said Nona sucks, cause she really really does. Bitch just ate a pencil.

ALSO if Nona is Gideon she WILL NOT SHUT UP about how pretty she(in harrows body) is, so, like.... We all knew Gideon secretly thought Harrow was hot but now her stupid amnesia brain confirmed.

No no no no no nO NO NO NONONNONONONONONONOOOOO

😰notgideonotmysweetbabynooooooooo

Uuugggghhhhhhhh cam and warden are everything I adore them WHY CANT THEY BE HAPPY OMGGGGGGGG

Ugh John sucks so bad

Who the FUCK is IN THERE OH MY GOOOODDDDDDDD

Palamedes you sweet baby 😭 I really wish we'd gotten to see more of him & harrow being friends.

I stg if John is using my sweet angel baby's body like a puppet I am going to explode

Cannot believe i genuinely missed ianthe. Saint of awe is badass AF. Also obsessed that she's here for Harrow (cause Harrow isn't allowed to die until ianthe wife's her up)

Nona fought two handed 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHO SHE IISSSSSSSSS

Literally how dare they drag poor Gideon's body around like that ALSO JOHN IS THE BIGGEST LIAR TO EVER LIE I HATE HIM SO MUCH OMG

Also ianthe is such a little shit her & corona are so gross.

Oh god palamedes saying he misses Harrow is TOO MUCH 😭😭

I am not prepared for how shit a job Nona is gonna do pretending to be Harrow

If Pamilla(Calamedes?) Dies I riot.

AHHHHHAHAHAHAHA CAMILLA IS SUCH A BADASSSSSS

WHHHAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT PALAMEDEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHH

(I am cackling like a madman but also kicking my feet and twirling my hair like a schoolgirl I lovE THEM SO MUCH) my boy is free 😭 I stg if he & cam don't make out IMMEDIATELY I will be furious!

Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg GIDEON OMG GIDEONGIDEONGIDEONGIDEON

oh.

I wanna puke.

Pretty on the nose with the whole "makes a woman out of rib & dirt" business.

"Go Loud" 😭😭😭😭😭

I love them. I love them so much. Palamedes Sextus and Camilla Hect are perfect and I love them so so so so much. Every inch of this story is agony except the shining light of palamedes and Camilla.

Disgusted they're calling themselves Paul. Awful 0/10.

Gideon is being such a shit rn but her jokes are just as bad as ever so I forgive her.

Tamsyn is teasing me, making me think Harrow is gonna run into the convoy truck and her & Gideon will make out and be happy forever but that's NOT GONNA HAPPEN cause she's a DICK.

Never underestimate the importance of a good puppy 🥰

Oh god I hate that Gideon is back here. She's shouldn't have to be back here!!

Omg my poor baby having to look at Harrow's face without Harrow in it. I want Gideon Nav to have never felt pain ever in her life.

Oh god Gideon fuck this is so awful.

Anastasia?!???!?

"Then Perish" 😂😂😂

What the fuck and holy shit and also FUCK YES Gideon GET YOUR GURL PLEASE!!

#tlt #nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers

[somelazyassartist]

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#hooray for peeling/scratching your own skin so much to the point you bleed because you Hate Your Body™ #i stg i wish i could just grab a razor and peel all my skin off and bleed out on my bed #i want to be out of this stupid body #there's not a single thing i like about it #I'd rather painfully peel all my skin off inch by inch than ever have to look in a fucking mirror again #i only ever liked how i looked once and i have no idea how to make myself look like that again #what's the point #I'm gonna be stuck in this body until i die #I'm never going to be able to get rid of all of *this* #here's hoping i can get out of this body sooner than later #vent #blood tw #blood trigger warning #self harm tw #self harm trigger warning #razor tw #razor trigger warning #gore tw #gore trigger warning #dysphoria tw #dysphoria trigger warning #death tw #death trigger warning #suicide tw #suicide trigger warning

[littlepadika]

Oh my gosh! I’m so proud of you Padika!!!! You definitely deserve every single follower and so many more. Your writing is breathtaking and I stg the “Calling Home” universe is fucking 🔥

Anyway congrats and may I please request ❤️🍬 with our dear sweetpea? 😘

Thank you darling @underwood0723 Mary... BUT dom!sweet pea DOM SWEET PEA!?!? @hnt-escape Thank you for your constant support since the beginning! I combined you two since you both requested sweet pea <3 I hope you like this!

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Insecure Frankie, Dom reader, discussion of addiction, mental illness, and PTSD, piv sex (position is the amazon and it is not as easy in real life as I will make it seem), m receiving oral, rimming/ass play, a little DDLG.

AN: Frankie and Sweet Pea after calling home series. Ya'll have really brought out my dom in these requeests. Damn i want to top Frankie so bad. Ya'll ready for some comfort + service dom?

Source: @uuuhshiny

Shortly after moving to Miami you came with Frankie to his therapy appointment, letting the therapist talk through different scenarios. Frankie told you his triggers, his symptoms. He hated he had to do this but in the off chance he had an episode of PTSD, he didn't want you blind sided. He told you his tells for when he was having cravings or, god forbid, had started using again. Your hand was steady on his thigh the whole time.

He thought telling you these things might change how you looked at him. That you wouldn't be staring at his hands because you liked how big they were, you'd be looking for tremors or traces of white powder. That you wouldn't wake him up in the middle of the night because he had stopped holding you, but because you thought he was having a nightmare. However, to his great relief you didn't seem bothered at all. You seemingly tucked those things away in some impenetrable box where it didn't touch your love. How did you do that?

"I'm sorry." Was the first thing he had said in the car.

"Don't-" You had nearly cut him off. Knowing he would say this. "Frankie... you don't need to apologize."

"I just hate this." He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and felt a gnawing in his stomach.

"I know." Was your short answer as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"I hope that didn't scare you. Do you have questions?"

"Not right now. I'm not scared, Frankie. I know whatever happens I'm not going anywhere. I know whatever happens we'll get through it."

"You make it sound easy." He sighed, looking at you glowing in the passenger seat.

"Not easy." You tilted your head back, the sun dipping in a straight line below your eyes. "I love you. Everything after that is simple."

He pulled over to the side of a road outside a gas station, hearing the tires squeal against the hot concrete.

"What's wrong?" You looked all around. A cop? A car problem?

He leaned over the center console and pulled your face into a crushing kiss, prying your mouth open for him so you could feel how you made him feel. His hat fell off his head with the force of it. He pulled you onto his lap, mumbling "come here" and proceeded to pull you down hard so you could feel his body respond to you.

He had been told his addiction was in his nature. Genetic. He was told PTSD was a biological experience. A natural reaction. But this was natural too. The way his body woke up around you. Did you feel it? He had to know.

"Frankie-" You pressed your forehead into his, breathing with him.

"I love you, sweet pea. This, fuck, how you make me feel, it's simple. I get it. I feel it, too." He tried to be as eloquent as you but he wasn't. He spoke with his body. With his touch. He captured your lips again, tasting every corner of your mouth before pulling back and letting you do the same. He wanted you inside him. He wanted you to take. He wanted to give you the control he normally hoarded as an offering of how much he loved you. "Do you feel it, sweet pea? I need to know. I need to hear you say-" He bit your lip. "I need you to know that I love you."

"I do." you giggled, pushing him back against his seat so you could meet his eyes. Your eyes drifted up in concentration as you tried to get the words out. "I know that you love me, Frankie. And I know that you know that I love you."

The repetitive wording and sing song voice made him chuckle, feeling the urgency go down some.

"I really do." Frankie insisted. "I need you to feel it. Make-make me feel it." He pleaded. Your eyes widened at the request.

"Get us home." You moved back into your own seat clamping your thighs tight together as Frankie hit the gas.

He had taken you home, ate you out until you were delirious then demanded you ride him. It was so unusual for him to ask. He was always possessive, in control, but he wanted you to have it that night. He needed you to rip his pleasure from him. He needed you to take what he didn't know he could give. He needed to be reminded his worthiness lay in your pleasure, his purpose was your pleasure. And you did so well. You took as much as you wanted. As much as he had in him before he was slurring his speech and sleepy.

That was weeks ago. Neither of you addressed it. You supposed it was just such a unique situation that it wouldn't come up again. That you had sated whatever that need was. You were wrong....

Today, you recognized something was off. He wasn't buzzed or anxious. Not any of the signs you were told to watch for. He was...quieter. A similar introspective attitude that he was in after the appointment with the therapist. Like he was staring down that dark path again, not walking into it, just staring.

"Frankie... what's up?" You kept your tone light, not accusatory. He had been staring out the kitchen window for the past five minutes. Not moving.

Frankie shut his eyes. "My dumb brain."

"Not dumb." You slid your hand around his waist, hugging him from behind.

"Why are you with me?" He asked, his voice stretched thin.

You froze against his back, listening to his strong heart beat.

"Frankie..." You tugged on his hips so he turned and faced you. You stood on your tip toes, kissing him with the lightest gossamer touch. "You're the kindest man I know. The strongest...You make me feel like I can do anything. There's no one else who will ever make me feel like that." His eyes remained distant, unreachable.

"You should go. You're gonna be late for work." He smiled weakly trying to put on a brave face.

"I'll call in sick. This is more important, Frankie." You squeezed his hands. "You don't have to talk but I'm not going to leave you alone."

He let you lead him to the sofa. You sat back against the arm, beckoning for him to set his head on your chest. He wordlessly complied, inhaling deeply into your shirt. You threaded your fingers through his dark hair, massaging his scalp softly and petting his scruff.

"You're everything, sweet pea. I feel so stupid for being unhappy. Like there's no reason. I just think things and it's stupid because they aren't even real."

"Maybe the thoughts aren't real but the feelings are. It's not stupid. I understand. It's like- if you think about it and deal with the feelings when it really happens it won't hurt so much."

"Yeah- you're probably right." He mumbled.

"I'm not going to leave you Frankie, so no need to prepare." You chuckled.

Frankie didn't respond. In his dark headspace, everyone in his life had left him. His ex wife, Tom, even Santi and Ben weren't around. Rosie was not even his because of the stupid custody arrangement. You were it. You were all he had and he worried you grow tired of him too one day. Of the burden of his conditions. He closed his eyes, wanting to go back to how he felt hearing your voice on the phone. The simplicity of his feelings back then. The straightforwardness of his desire. None of it tarnished.

You continue speaking in a steady voice "I have bad days too. Like last week I was just... out of it. You took care of me. You made the dark clouds go away. Would you ever get tired of doing that for me?"

"Never." Frankie answered instantly, tightening his arm around you.

"Did I feel like a burden?"

"No. Of course not." He sat up, kissing your lips.

"So... I feel the same." You ruffled his hair. "I'm never going to get tired of lifting you up, Fishie. Whatever you need. Whenever. Just tell me. I'll pull down the moon if I have to."

"Ha. That would be cool." Frankie chuckled.

You ended up turning on a marvel movie just to pass the time. Frankie was watching it out of the corner of his eye, his face still in your chest. You didn't know if this was helping but at least he wasn't in denial.

After five minutes he tugged your shirt up then unclipped your bra getting you to take the articles off and throw the across the room. He settled on your bare skin, letting out a relieved sigh.

"I like when you call me Fishie."

"Mmm okay, Fishie." You giggled, making his head bouce a little against you.

After ten minutes he was planting kisses on your bare chest. You gasped as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. You felt your pussy ache from his attention. He started rolling his hips against you thighs making cute little grunts with each movement.

"Fishie... what-what do you need, huh? You need to cum? Will that make those evil thoughts go away?"

"Yeah." He nodded, continuing to harden against your thigh. He pulled off your nipple, staring up at you with big eyes and fluffy hair from your fingers. "I need you to fuck me, sweet pea. Like you did... remember? After that appointment. I need that."

"Yeah?" Your pussy tightened as you remembered. Riding him. Forcing him to cum over and over.

"Please." Frankie cupped your face, his eyes urgent.

"Okay. Hang on let me get up." You scooted off the couch onto the floor. You flicked off the TV before shimmying out of your pants. "Lay back for me. Undress."

He did, watching you with wide eyes. It was so strangely arousing to see him so submissive because you knew what he could do. You knew he could manhandle you and fuck you if that's what he wanted. It was the duality of his insecurities. One moment he wanted to possess you and claim you and make you feel how much he loved you and then the next he needed you to pull it from him, show him what he was capable of, remind him what he was good for.

"Color?" You asked, knowing that's what Frankie did when you two were experimenting.

"Green."

You peeled his boxers down, watching with your mouth slightly parted as his cock jumped up to his stomach. It was hard and leaking onto his beautiful tummy. You traced the large vein running from the base to the tip with your index finger. Frankie inhaled sharply.

"Frankie... you're so beautiful." He just closed his eyes. You closed your fist around his cock "I need you to repeat it back."

He blinked up at you, a cute blush tinting his cheeks. He was a physical touch person. You were a words person. It was time to marry the two. You wanted to tie these words to his pleasure so he would never forget.

"Fishie..." You coaxed him with a stroke of his cock.

"I-I am beautiful."

"You're strong."

"I-fuck-" He groaned when you slid your mouth down on him. "I'm str-strong."

"Mm and you're intelligent."

"I'm-in-intelligent-oh..." You had started to apply suction, pulling off him with a pop before taking him back into your mouth. You had been working on your gag reflex all this time and you could take him deeper now, not quite to the base yet.

"Say I am enough."

"I'm-" You looked up at him. His neck stranded with effort. Sweat on his brow. There were tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. He was gorgeous.

"Come on, Fishie." You cooed you felt your own pleasure thrumming. "Tell me." You descended back on his length, rolling his balls in your hand. He was throbbing in your mouth. He was close.

"I'm-I'm enough." He choked out, fisting the cushion hard.

You slipped a finger past his balls down to his tight asshole that was clenching along with all his other muscles. You traced it with your index finger and pressed lightly hearing an almost inhuman groan rumble in his chest.

"Is this okay?" You asked.

"Yeah. Oh shit. Sweet pea. Fuck." And he came in your mouth. You could feel his tender hole fluttering in time with his twitching cock. You hummed as he jerked up, hand going to your head. "Oh god..." His breath returned harsh, mixed with a low pants.

"Mmm..." You finally pulled off him watching his spent cock fall back against his leg. You crawled up his body, kissing him gently. "Feel better?"

"Yeah... need more." He huffed pulling your hips in line with his. "Need you to fuck me, sweet pea."

"Fuck me yourself." You teased, booping his nose with your lips.

"I do. A lot. But I need you to do it. Please."

"I like you begging." You chuckled, reaching down to palm his cock.

"You're-you're good at being in charge."

"Flattery will get you anywhere, Francisco." You giggled, feeling him harden to his fullest.

"I fuck-I think about that night. A lot."

"Me too." You bit your lip.

"Maybe I should be your needy baby more often." He laughed weakly, still feeling insecure.

"You won't hear me complaining, Fishie." You kissed him softly, sucking on his bottom lip slightly. "Are you ready?"

"Mmhm." He nodded, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Can I try something?" You asked, your heart pounding in excitement. You had thought about this; what you would do if he ever let you take charge again.

"Yeah." Frankie nodded again.

You sat back between his legs, taking his strong calfs in your hands and pushing his legs up and back towards him.

"Oh..." Frankie grunted at the change in position.

"Your back okay?" You asked, watching his cock press further up his stomach. His belly protruding more.

"Are you- you're gonna fuck me like this?" His brown eyes widened.

"Yes. Just like how you like to fuck me."

You took a second to get positioned, holding his legs at your side. You slowly sank down on his cock, biting your lip. He was always so thick it was always a stretch.

"Oh shit." Frankie moaned. This angle was making the pleasure feel tighter. He felt like he was deeper. He knew he wasn't going to last long. Especially looking at you above him so confident, your body doing the work. He knew he made the right decision, giving you the reins. Because it did make everything simple. He was in your arms. Nothing could touch him here. You had your hand tight around his pleasure. You took what you wanted and he let you. The sensations, the smell of you, burned the doubts from his mind.

"Color?"

"Gr-Green." Frankie closed his eyes, tightening his legs around you. "Just- take what you want." He pleaded tightening his grip on the cushions below him.

"You feel so good, Fishie." You praised him. He keened at your praise, the words washing away that pesky insecurity. "You always make me feel good. No one else. How could I ever leave you when it's so good? Perfect."

You didn't lift off him, just rocked back and forth, grinding your clit against his pelvis. You had to squat to hold your weight up, your thighs shaking. You were determined to do this for him though. The burning in your muscles only added to the pleasure. The view was incredible, he was blissed out. The most sinful sounds leaving his swollen lips.

"I'm not gonna- I'm gonna-" His legs flinched back making his hips tilt up into you. You wobbled. His toes curled.

"It's okay, baby." You whimpered feeling your own orgasm creep up on you. "Cum. Give it to me..."

"Sweet-Pea-" He was twitching, right on the edge. His chest broken out in a sweat. You maneuvered yourself so you could reach behind you, feeling again for his clenched hole. "Oh!" He grunted when you pressed, not entering just applying a little pressure. You rocked against him more urgently, your back arched. "Fuck" His voice went taut as his stomach tightened. You could feel it. Ropes of cum painting your walls.

"Frankie!" You squealed as he sat up, making you pull off him. He pushed you down on to the couch and slotted between your legs.

"Thank you- thank you, little pea." He started thrusting into you hard and fast, trying to get you to cum as well. "I love you."

You held his face to yours. "I did-did good, right?"

"So good. You're the best girl. My girl. Taking care of me. Takin' care of daddy." He pulled out sharply, scooting down the couch to stare at your fluttering hole.

Exhaustion and need made the little in you rear her head.

"Daddy..." You whined as he latched onto your clit, swiping his tongue over it as it sat between his lips. His specialty. "Oh f-fuck. I'm cumming." He jabbed his tongue into your source, wanting to be right where you exploded. He grunted against you as you tugged his hair hard.

"Holy shit..." You panted, dropping your head onto the couch.

Frankie glanced up at you a smug smile on his wet lips.

"So... feel better?" You asked as he pulled you into his lap.

"Yes. Thank you, sweet pea." He cradled you against his chest. His precious world. "Mi cielo."

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[cognitosclowns]

Reader is on the shorter end of average height and thinks its funny that Alpha-Beta is shorter than them, they talk to them in the tube alot and make fun of them in the trolly for still being an inch too short, at some point Hes allowed his old body back cause of his good behaviour and reader has to deal with them getting revenge by using them as something to lean on, they crouch to speak with them the same way reader used to and it's all very flustering

OHOHOOO FUCK YES

SFW!!!

OHOHO YOU CAN TEASE THIS MAN INTO A FIT I STG <333

'I'm a nigh-immortal Artificial Intelligence. You really think your teasing is going to distract me? Pathetic.'

'mm-hm sure thing shortstack'

'*SPUTTERING HIMSELF INTO HOSPICE* YOU PETULANT FOOL, SO HELP ME WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE-'

he's <33 so easy to mess with. Please god pull out every fucking nickname.

Shortstack <3 Thumbtack <3 Bite-Size <3 Half-Pint <3 Legs <3 you'll see his eye visibly twitch. Hate Hate Hate. How dare you make fun of him >:((

BUT WHEN HE GETS OUT????

He ADDS EXTRA HEIGHT. listen before he was probably like,, idk 5'11?? nah he's bumping that shit up to 6'4-6'6. As close as he can get to 7'0 before Reagan tells him he's being excessive.

THE FIRST TIME YOU SEE HIM OUTTA CONTAINMENT??? the smug fucking look on his face. Seeing your eyes shoot wide, slowly raising up - craning your neck just to make eye contact with him?? <3333 ohoho he's never looked so happy.

Your life is hell <3

THIS MAN WILL PURPOSEFULLY PUT SHIT YOU NEED ON HIGHER SHELVES, JUST SO YOU'LL HAVE TO GO AND ASK HIM TO GRAB IT FOR YOU.

'I need you to grab the staples.'

'and why can't you do it?' this bitch is already biting back a grin

'... *sigh* its on the top shelf, and I-'

this big fake-gasp, holding a hand to his chest, '... this can't be the same y/n l/n who was making fun of my height, now asking me for help reaching something, is it? Because that would be awfully hypocritical.' oh he's hamming it the fuck up. He's soaking up the glory. He's basking in your glares like it's heavens light.

'you're already tall enough without the high horse. Could you please help me???'

'Of course, - what was it again? thumbtack? <3 yes I think that suits you nicely.'

HE ISN'T REALLY ONE FOR NICKNAMES. HE MUCH PREFERS LITTLE COMMENTS ABOUT YOUR HEIGHT HERE AND THERE <33

'that was a pretty high-brow joke, I'm surprised you managed to reach it'

'I could grab you a step-stool' when you're getting out of the car

'you're very down to earth.' 'is it because i'm short' 'oh yes <3'

it literally never ends <33 he has a mental list a mile-long of witty remarks to use against you.

He's not the type to lean on anything but HE'LL ABSOLUTELY LEAN ON YOU AT ANY GIVEN OPPORTUNITY. Just,, folding his arms on your shoulders and putting his head on top of yours.

If you're outside he'll stand behind you and block out the sun with this,, Shit Eating Grin.

'I'm trying to enjoy the nice weather >:('

'you'll fry like an ant to a magnifying glass <3 this is for your own safety'

He places books on your head at the Perfect Angle to balance on top with no effort - the coffee table is right there, but no <3 he's gonna put it on your head. because fuck you (affectionate) <3

ITS OK THO <333 NOW YOU CAN MAKE FUN OF HIM BEING SUPER TALL

'I'm surprised you didn't hit your head on the way in <3'

AND HE JUST STARTS SPUTTERING ALL OVER AGAIN BC IN ALL HIS WISDOM HE COULDN'T FATHOM THAT YOU'D.... STILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE FUN OF HIM <333

GOD GOD GOD THIS WAS ADORABLE TYSM <333

#GKRRKGKRKGRK THIS IS DESTROYING ME <333 bc i was working on an idea like this for my oc #GOD THIS WAS SO FFFFUCKIN CUTE IM LOSING MY MIND #nsft #minors dni #its ok tho <33 if you two are dating you can grab him by the tie and yank him down for a kiss. absolutely throw him off his rhythm. #ITD BE EVEN FUNNIER IF.. even once he gets his fucking legs back he's shorter than you #SMDNSDMSD THIS WAS SUPER FUCKIN CUTE #alpha-beta #robotus alpha-beta #robotus alpha-beta x reader #alpha-beta x reader #kinda?? it can be read as platonic!! #sfw #THIS WAS SUPER CUTE SMDNSMDN #inside job