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Snort, and All

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing: sylus x nb!reader 𓆩♡𓆪synopsis: what you find incredibly embarrassing, he finds it to be the cutest thing on the planet 𓆩♡𓆪warning: cutie patootie sylus 𓆩♡𓆪wc: 525 𓆩♡𓆪: a/n: hey guys... it's been literally a year since i've posted anything, and i swear i'm going to get back to writing again I PROMISE.. but i hope u guys enjoy even if it's really short <33

It wasn’t very often that you were able to hang out with Sylus. There were times you’d go weeks without actually talking to each other, other than the “good morning” texts he would send every morning like clockwork. He was always sent it with a little heart emoji, though he swears it’s autocorrect that added it.

But the times that you did hang out, he made sure that you guys had as much fun as humanly possible. That included spending money to watch you fail to get a plushie from the claw machines, or going to the same cafe to play kitty cards, all because you claim that you can’t play that game anywhere else because of the warm atmosphere there. He didn’t mind paying for it, as all he wanted was to see his partner smile. 

Today was the day that you finally had some time that you could take off. There weren't any major missions that needed attending to, and you didn’t have any work to finish up. So, Sylus decided to take you somewhere on your lovely day off.

He took you out on a picnic, but not before he found a private park he could buy just for you. Not rent. Buy. He bought the entire park, all for you. Of course, he didn’t tell you that part. He didn’t need you worrying about it on your supposedly relaxing day.

The day was fun. He brought lots of your favourite foods, drinks, and even brought a portable vinyl player. Music was a big part of his life, and he enjoyed sharing it with you. The two of you chatted about whatever came to mind as the music played softly in the background. Well, it was more like you talked, and Sylus listened. He loved listening to you talk. If he could, he’d get your voice recorded onto a vinyl record just so he could listen to your voice for hours on repeat. 

And then, he heard it.

You made a joke, and then you snorted. 

You fell quiet, looking at him like you silently prayed that he didn’t hear it. What’s more embarrassing than hearing someone snort mid laugh. It’s on the level of  embarrassment that you could feel this pit in your stomach, and that random urge to swallow a lump in your throat.

But then, he just smirked at you. That same smirk that made you either want to kill him or kiss him. Right now, it was wanting to kill him.

“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry, I-” He cut you off before you could finish your soon-to-be long ramble of how you were sorry and that it was so embarrassing, you wanted to die, yada yada.

“No, it’s okay. I liked it.” What you thought was the bane of your existence, was what Sylus adored about you. That face you made when you ugly cried? Adorable. The way you look with your face smooshed into a pillow when you’re dead asleep? Precious. And now that he finally got to hear you snort when you laugh? 

If he could fall for you any harder, he would. And he did.

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🌍�� A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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One Call Away

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing: bf!dr.ratio x m!reader

𓆩♡𓆪summary: dr.ratio is away on a business trip to teach at a university in another country, and you miss him. you find one of his shirts, and it gets you missing him, but he won't pick up his phone.

𓆩♡𓆪warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, both characters are 18+, phone sex, slight degrading, pet names (beloved, dear, love, pretty boy), smell kink(if that counts)

𓆩♡𓆪wc: 923

𓆩♡𓆪a/n: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER and i hope it's good bcz ive never acc written before i've only ever read!!

After a few minutes of the phone ringing, you groan in annoyance. This just so happened to be the one time that he decided not to pick up the phone, the one time you missed him this much. Thoughts of him circulated your brain and your thoughts, increasing the loneliness that you felt. In desperate need to find some kind of material that could be found of Veritas, you picked up the shirt he was wearing that night, the night before he left.

It smelt like him, the smell of warm vanilla invading your nostrils as you smelt his shirt, it reminded you so much of when you’d cuddle together.You tossed your phone to the side of the bed, and held the shirt close to you, curling into it. The constant of the warm vanilla, of him, invaded your thoughts entirely. It made you feel like he was right there with you, cuddling like you always did around this time of night.

The more you smelt it, the more you thought about him, and what you did together. Like the kisses he gave, the snarky comments he’d make that would make you laugh, the subtle touches he gave, and even when he’d put down a book to give you attention. All of these thoughts gave you a feeling of longing, loneliness, and of neediness. You needed him, his attention, his touch, his lips on your body- but you couldn’t get it. Not when he was on a business trip, and would be for the next several days. And so, you took matters into your own hands, even if that meant smelling your lover's shirt to satisfy your neediness.

Your hand slowly travelled down your pants, reaching the hem of your pyjama pants, before you reached inside your pants and pulled out your semi-hard cock. Your breath hitched as you felt the cool air of your bedroom blow softly against your sensitive tip, before you used your thumb to spread the precum that was beading at your tip. You began slowly stroking it, letting your hand gently caress it, as you continued to smell the shirt.

Eventually, your pace began to pick up, and the room was filled with grunts and groans you let out as you continued to pump your cock in your warm hand, until you froze. The buzzing of your phone against the pillow brought you out of your trace, and you turned to see that it was Veritas calling you, finally. You put the shirt down, the other hand still wrapped around your cock, as you answered, “Hello?”.

“Sorry, beloved. I was teaching a lecture.” He spoke, his voice sounding tired, most likely from the lecture. Right, it was around 2 pm for him, 9 hours behind you. “The students were very interested in what I had to say, unlike the students at home.” He added,and you couldn’t help but continue to stroke your cock to the sound of his voice. You let out soft groans, trying your hardest to not let him hear as he spoke to you about his day.

“Right, it’s about 11 at night for you, right? I apologise I’m not there to be by your side. It’s only a few more days until I’m back home, then I’ll take you out, okay?” He continued to speak, until he went silent. “Dear, are you okay? I’m hearing some noises.. What are you doing?” He asked, seeming to have now heard the noises you were making.

“Mhm, I’m fine.. I just- hah, I missed you..” You whispered into the phone, your hand still pumping your cock as you still smelt the shirt. It was almost like he was beside you now. “Are you touching yourself, love?” He asked bluntly, he was always straightforward with what he said. You didn’t even respond, just letting out a low moan into the phone, which caused him to chuckle in response.

“You couldn’t even last being without me for two days without becoming all needy, hm? What a needy boy.” He teased, his voice sounding low over the phone. “Let me hear you, dear. Let me hear how much you miss me.” And so, you let him. You pumped your cock vigorously in your hand,letting your moans and groans be heard by him. He continued to tease and talk to you over the phone, saying things like:

“Such a good boy.”

“Such a good listener.”

“You wish that was me, hm? Sucking your cock.”

“Don’t worry, love. When I get back, I’ll make you feel so good.”

The more he spoke, the more the knot in your stomach grew and grew. “Hah- fuck! Ver, M’gonna- M’gonna cum..” You mewled, your words being slightly muffled from being stuffed in the shirt. “Go on, pretty boy. Cum for me.” He encouraged. Just from the sound of his voice, it was obvious he enjoyed listening to you, as if his boner wasn’t already a dead giveaway. And with his encouragement, you let go. Thick white fluids spewed from your cock, painting your stomach and the shirt in your hand with your cum. Your back arched against the mattress, and your eyes rolled back. “Such pretty sounds..” He cooed.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, the sound of him smiling still evident in his voice. “Yes, thank you, love..” You whispered, breathing heavily as you tried to catch your breath. “Good, good. Make sure to clean up, okay? I gotta go, but I’ll call you when you wake up. Good night, love.”

“Good night, Ver.”