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zorosnavigator · 2 months ago

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Timebomb fics rec

A lot of timebomb fics are hiding through a lot of CaitVi/JayVik tagged works on ao3 (while many are also CV orJV centric) so i made this rec post for everyone who dont want to spent 1 hour scrolling or missing some of them bc you're filtering other ships!! (sorry for the short summaries/ i didnt write my thoughts as thoughtfully as i would have liked because.yk.time and all. update chapter count/add of new fics every week)

AU/crossovers fics

Je t'aime (Je t'attends) 3 chapter, WIP.

Hunger games x Timebomb/Arcane, the way the system of the games from the og novels are mixed in the Arcane universe is really masterful, the writer dont lose too much time explaining it but you understand the dynamics of the 2 cities and the characters perfectly anyway.

Where would you be now ? by enaven 5/6 chapters, WIP.

family/modern AU, timebomb feels, Ekko and Jinx are Isha's parents, CaitVi are just silly aunts and i'll never stop recommending this fic

you're the best thing to ever happen to me (but also the worst thing to ever happen to me) by grey_toiletpaper ( @greytoiletpaper ) 3/8 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

Timebomb inspired by 10 things i hate about you.

We Moved Into a Real House (a Wild Field Behind it) by smokesatellite 3/10 chapters. WIP. Rated T.

Modern AU, Timebomb roommates/friends to lovers, Isha is a foster kid...you know where this is going .. (Ekko as a nurse is not something i expected but its surprisingly good. Also the in law feud between Jinx and Cait is very funny)

s1 fics

Silco is less of an asshole

The Heart of Zaun by 1ts_Br1tney_B1tch 8/ chapters. WIP.

or: Silco try to rally the Firelights to his cause (in this case, Zaun - he's much more involved in doing better for his city than in the show) but of course they're bound to have some..tension between them, since they hate him - and Shimmer. (it has the good parent Silco tag so i'd say that all in all, this Silco is a little less...Silco than in Arcane, but manage to keep some of the bite he has in canon...) i only read 2 chapters, and what i can say is that it does a good job with the general cast, the interactions between Silco/Ekko-Firelights are believable, i think the one thing that could have weird me out is the way Silco is said to be 'proud' of the Firelights in the summary (for me 'pride' is something he'd reserve for Jinx yk?? anyway i stop the rambling) . The Timebomb relationship has more or less the same push and pull as in the show, with Ekko thinking about the girl Jinx used to be/ Ekko being a link to the past before Jinx and all that entail...so yeah, i'm loving it!

Powder doesnt become Jinx

The Alpha Command by typewriter_in_galaxy 13 chapters. WIP. Rated E.

ABO/Reverse AU where Powder doesnt become Jinx and is raised by Viktor, Ekko is taken in by Silco. btw i dont read a lot of abo fic (im very nickpick) but this one does every characters justice, and actually dwelve in depth in the abo universe.. (everything by typewriter is good to be honest, but my favorite thing is how they write Powder, who even when she doesnt become Jinx, is still shaped by a very violent world/trauma and it shows through her mental health issues and very, very low self worth/need to prove herself. )

everything's better with a friend by typerwriter_in_galaxy 7chapters. Completed. Rated E.

Timebomb centric rewrite of Arcane, Jinx is Powder, she doesnt fall under Silco's hand (or in his arms precisely), Ekko is Ekko, and 1, i need to hug Powder, 2 she deserves the world and 3 the characterization of everyone, everyone is so brillantly written and the timebomb relationship (damn even the CaitVi one too) oh, the timebomb of it all... they feel so, so real and it hurts, Powder's insecurities, her mental illness, her guilt, her need to prove herself but in same time she doesnt feel herself worth of anything (or anyone) good... just.read it. read it, because i just did, after like 2 years of not doing that and. im like mad bc why didnt i??? but in same time so grateful to just discover it now, taking my sweet little time reading it; it rewinded my brain its amazing, (like this work in another fandom, the first time i read this rebelcaptain's fic A Love song by skitzofreak - did i just linked it for you to read even tho its a timebomb rec post??? yes. yes i did. thats how much i love, adore, worship this one guys - so everything's better made me think a lot of this TB fic, and also of RC (the abandonment issues, thinking that you have to leave first before everyone leave you, Jyn and Powder damn).

Shattered Web by Firewolf2132 1 chapter. WIP. Rated M.

you know how everyone make the comparaison between Ekko and Miles?? well, the author found a way for Ekko transform into a spiderman that feels right in the arcane verse (end of act1) and damn its so good. Ekko slowly morphing and gaining his powers while everyone still have some focus on them (mostly Powder), but it still manages to keep the suspense of the fate of other characters. fabulous. author note: [I have seen so many comparisons between Ekko and Miles and a lot of fanart. So it felt that I had to do this. I can't promise future chapters right now (busy), but I am eager to see if this inspires any stories with a similar premise.]

S2 fanfics

fics covering Timebomb moments between ep 8 Ekko saving her /they painted each other and ep9

Go Back For Her by A_Lily_In_The_Moonlight 3/3 chapters. Completed. Rated E.

Ekko's pov -i only read 1 chapter - we see his thought's process on his relationship with Powder AU/ Jinx, and how he came to the conclusion he must go back to her. the moment where he help Jinx with his Z-drive comes a little differently than in ep8 (well, the aftermath) aaand another fic where Jinx's grief over Isha's death shatters me, the pain and the self loathing/blaming from Jinx really devastating.

I dont believe in God, but i believe you're my savior by mquesterminds One shot. Rated T

[summary: every time Ekko has to rewind time to stop Jinx it cuts to a different moment from throughout their love story because I'm allergic to happiness the moments covering their shared past really make their present 10 times sadder.]

I'm sure we're taller in another dimension by hallwayheart One shot. Rated M. i have nothing to say because i'm still processing what i just read.ty.

Fires That Were Set by ilophilia ( @ilophilia on tumblr) 1 chapter. WIP.

the conversation after Ekko helped Jinx in episode 8. Loved the banter, the emotions (the grief is there and its important to feel it but damn i want to hug them so bad). They tell each other what happened when Ekko was gone, and you feel the distance/the closeness, near intimacy building again and its beautiful..

Hope is a winged beast by Grey_ Unicorn 4 chapters. WIP. Rated E.

prepare you tissues because i was myself not ready for chapter 3 and the emotional wreck of Jinx processing her grief. but here we are.

fics from AU Powder pov/exchange between Jinx and AU Powder

what we left behind by re_dragon_rising 3/3 chapters. Completed. Rated T.

Powder traverses to the og arcane universe 1 year after Ekko's visit. (the insight into her life after Ekko leaves is wholesome and also give the reader a glimpse of the Mylo/Claggor/Powder siblings dynamics + the impact of Vi's death on them. really great. a little sad too.)

The other Ekko by GrammarThyEnemy Oneshot. General audience.

Powder knows this Ekko is not her Ekko.

memento vivere by fuwaaa 1/2. WIP. General audience.

covering the AU episode, Powder knows something's up with Ekko.

See Ya On The Other Side by moth_dust 3/5 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

Powder also travel to the og universe.

these forgotten faces by whippindippin ( @whippindippin on tumblr too!) 6 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

Jinx and Powder body swap and its both the worst and best thing that could ever happen to either of them. great reading and their reaction on point.

Isha is alive

Astrantia by AelinCreativ ( @aelincreativ they're on tumblr too!) 5 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

canon divergence where Ekko saves Isha. a lot of angst. but also a lot of happiness. so we can cry while smiling along with them. great. ty author!!

Ankle-Biter by darkfire1220 8/9 chapters, WIP. Rated M.

Isha is Jinx's biological daughter, Silco is a not so bad (grand) father, and their mother/daughter bond is one a the greatest thing ever. (very slowburn timebomb). Also Vi. i love you Vi.

post s2

we made our peace with weariness (and let it be) by The_FlamingTiger 3/3 chapters. Completed. Rated M.

Ekko and Jinx reconnect in Bilgewater..(and Jinx goes to therapy. that too. its nice)

I don't believe in God (But I believe that you're my savior) by yeonatsu Oneshot, general audience.

Ekko is mourning.

this hunger for love won’t disappear by Amuria Oneshot, rated T.

Months after the battle for Piltover, Ekko begins to dream of Powder. He thinks it’s his grief playing tricks on him. She has different theory.

Francesca (Do You Think I'd Give Up?) by PoetProlific 2 chapters. WIP.

Ekko tries searching for Jinx...(with the help of Caitlyn, yep. and its well done, because I think Cait would help, for Vi. And i love how Ekko-Cait's dynamics might evolve because of this..)

So I met him there and told him I believe by ijustwanttoreadinpeace 3 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

Jinx begins a new life in Bilgewater but is forced to come back... (edit: be warned, this is now an orphan account so idk if there will be more chapters.)

all the 6 timebomb one shot by atabex (the other fics are not timebomb) they're all rated E and oh boy is it worth it. most of these oneshot are gut wrenching and do smut + characters so well... the most recent one is just Ekko and AU Powder ahem doing the boombayah on the rooftop, but yk, with bits of sad and tragedy here and there.

i'm a little ashamed i'm only adding it now but every TB os fics by @shroomystar is 🤌 nothing else to add because each one of them are good. so. (if you want the explicit one-shots it's here and if you prefer without, it's here )

#timebomb #YEAH #finally after 3000 years of saying i will do a fic rec post for one of my otp i fucking did it #ekko x jinx #jinx x ekko #ekkojinx #arcanes2

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ierr · 1 year ago

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·˚ ༘ 𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈 ➪ doggy, missionary, rough sex, HAIR DOWN CHOSO, choking, whore calling, hair pulling, top!choso, bottom!reader, black!reader

₊˚ෆ 𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 you want choso go rough on you!!

ミ★ 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾. welcome to day 3 my spooky ghosts 👻! have exciting news to share with you all…and that’s i got a job at Target! I’m gonna be working now trying to pay off my beautiful car 😩, so updates might be coming late but i’ll try to fulfill the weeks with stories. anyways enjoyyy

“ 𝖧𝖠𝖨𝖱 𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖭 𝖠𝖲𝖲 𝖴𝖯 ! “ － 𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖲𝖮 𝖪𝖠𝖬𝖮 𝖣𝖠𝖸 𝟥 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍

₊˚ෆ 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒐 - It irritated you at how many times you’ve tried to get him to go rough with you but every single time it doesn’t work! choso was a sweet and soft guy, he was a sweetheart! at first when entering the sex life with choso he was shy as a bug. always going gentle with you, doing small things you know? It’s cute don’t yourself wrong! but you wanna try something new with him. you asked him about how he felt about him calling you names in bed and he said he’s fine with it but doesn’t wanna hurt your feelings. It was sweet of how much he cared for you and not wanting to hurt you.

but after much thought of it, today was the day you were gonna ask if you guys can try it, right now you were laid in bed hugging a pillow in your grasp as choso was in the shower after he gotten home from working out with his younger brother yuji. you were scrolling on twitter liking memes you found funny, giggling every now and then at the stupidity on the app. this went on for a few more minutes, hearing the shower turn off and a door opening revealing your boyfriend of 2 years..with his hair down.

what a sight:

whenever choso had his hair down you would always get turned on. no joke. he looks hot, could you blame yourself? the water dripping from his black hair to his chest down to his V-line that was slightly showing... choso didn’t realize your staring as he went into the closet to pick out a white shirt and grey sweatpants, as he was being oblivious to your staring you felt your pussy throb at the thought of you gripping it in your grasp. fuck. you squeezed your hold onto the pillow slighting grinding against it at the scenario’s that played in your head. choso still being oblivious gotten dressed into his night wear, turning off the closet light using the towel to dry off his hair making his way to your guys shared bed. He looked up to see you hugging a pillow very tightly with a raised brow, you were looking at him as if you were gonna pounce any minute. he cleared his throat, “you okay?.” he asked and you nodded your head letting go of the pillow, now sitting up staring up at him “you think we can try that thing we talked about?.” you asked with a husk voice watching as he put the towel down with rest at the corner of the room, giving you a questionable look, “what was it we talked about?.” he answered walking closer towards the bed at the edge of it taking your face into his hand, you bit your lip.

“about going rough with me?.”

did not expect this.

ass was up and your back was arched, as hands were gripping your hips as he thrusted deep and hard into you hearing your moans full the room. This was all new to choso but he was damn sure a pro at this..the rhythm with his thrust and motion surprised you at this speed. when did he learn all of this stuff? you don’t know or where he learned it from but you fuck it feels so good. you bit hard against the pillow that was laid underneath you, feeling your eyes roll back into your skull as choso kept thrusting at a fast pace. you were becoming a moaning mess every second he thrusts insides you, forcing your hips to push back into him. choso was panting with balls of sweat dripping down his temple as he tried to contain his grunts every time your ass would slam back into him, you gripped the bed sheets beneath you trying to get a word out but everytime you spoke a loud moan replaced it. “f-fuck!..” you whined trying to pull back from him to catch yourself, but he raised a brow seeing you try to get away from him with a scoff.

he thought you wanted this?.

he tsked to himself pulling out of you to flip you onto your back, instantly sliding back into you watching your eyes flutter then squeeze closed. He smirked looking down to see how deep he was into you seeing a print in your stomach, he tilted his head using his hand to press against your stomach to see where his cock was making you scream, “choso!.” you moaned his name feeling his hand push against your stomach practically feeling him gripping the bed sheets, squirming underneath him. he scoffed, he couldn’t believe it actually worked. “can’t believe that worked. I thought you wanted this?” he snickered, you went to argue back but every hard thrust that was pushed inside you, abusing your cunt more and more you couldn’t say anything. when he didn’t hear an answer from you he wrapped his hand against your throat picking your head up alittle giving you a harsh stare.

you stared at him with wide eyes, feeling your air way stop choking a breath. you whimpered clawing at his hand to get him to let go, but choso smirked slowing down his thrusts going slow, “you want me to go slow and gentle with you? after all your whining and bitching for me to fuck you like this and when i do you wanna run away like a whore huh?.” he breathed out grunting at you tightening around his cock.

you whined in response trying to get him to let go so you can breathe, when choso saw you were still trying to put In a fight he smirked letting go off your throat hearing you catch your breath but moaned feeling his hand grip your hair (or braids) pulling your head back, leaning down to mark your neck. he bit and sucked against your skin leaving his marks all over your neck and shoulders, feeling his harsh bites against your neck digging your nails into his back moaning from the pleasure. he was still slowly thrusting inside of you as your knot was slowly coming in, you digged your nails deeper in his shoulder, “faster..m’finna cum.” you begged hearing a low hum feeling a hard and fast thrust. choso picked the pace up also feeling his orgasm, he fucked you in and out in and out with bits of hair sticking to his forehead looking concentrated trying to make you both cum. you were getting turned on by the second seeing his hair still wet and flowy as he fucked you, bits of hair sticking to his forehead as he panted keeping his thrusts focused. without a doubt you shot your hand up to intertwine with his black locks gripping it into your hold forcing his head down to connect with his lips.

kisssing you back much rougher than you, whining into his mouth tightening your grip in his hair feeling your knot come to an end. you squealed into his mouth feeling warm liquid fill you full as you came around his cock heavy, choso pulled back from your lips going towards your neck giving them soft pecks as he thrusted much slower, grinding out his orgasm, few more seconds, he pulled out of you, looking down at the mess he made, he looked between you and your messy cunt clicking his tongue. you were still trying to calm down from your orgasm but your break was over when you felt long fingers enter you. your back arched, bucking your hips Into his fingers feeling overwhelming pleasure. “no..” your body Is betraying you right now. you wanted more. you wanted to feel more. choso snickered keeping eye contact with you as he thrusted his fingers In and out of you at a slow pace, feeling your cum drip along his fingers. after a few more thrusts he pulled his finger out, leaning down giving your pussy a lick with a small moan after. you tasted so good. he leaned more Into your cunt caressing his tongue along your clit cleaning you up.

you moaned softly, grinding your hips at a slow pace feeling his warm tongue eat you out. you traveled your hand towards his hair pushing him more Into you, groaning at your taste. your mind was completely fuzzy, you couldn’t think anymore. you only cared and thought about the pleasure you were receiving, choso gripped your thighs lifting them up a bit Increasing his pace. your eyes shot wide, feeling him start to get more rougher with his tongue. he was only meant to clean you but Instead he got carried away..he was pussy drunk already. getting addicted the more he was tasting you, you were sensitive enough this wasn’t helping but It felt so good. you tried pushing his head back away from you but him being more stronger than you, his head didn’t budge. you felt vibrations of him chuckling, “c’mon baby, give me one more.” he groaned pushing your legs more In. you felt your knot start to quickly form again, trying to grind up against his mouth but the way he’s positioned you, you were forced at your submission. “I’m gonna cum..” you mumbled, “make me cum please.” you asked with desperation In your voice, you needed to cum again. as your final request came through, he kept his pace, moving his tongue up and down pushing In and out of you getting that same taste he got before moaning as you came Into his mouth. “there you go..such a good girl.” he cooed, licking you clean before leaning up towards your lips taking yours with his. you tasted yourself In his mouth, groaning.

you pulled his hair making his head tilt to the side deepening the kiss hearing him groan, the kiss lasted a few more seconds before he pulled away leaning over your sweaty body with a worried look. “are you okay? did i go too rough?.” you groaned sitting up with a small smile, “no..no you didn’t. who taught you how to do all of that?.” you said crawling towards his body to cuddle against him which he gladly accepted rubbing your hips up and down, snickering. “asked a few friends for help..and they gave me a few videos to watch so..” he answered with a small blush watching you laugh, “did you really go through all the trouble to satisfy my wishes?.” you raised a brow, choso bit his lower lip with a small nod. “what if i said yes?.” you shook your head dragging him with you as your back hit the bed with an arm wrapped around his neck, trailing a thumb on his lower lip. “well I enjoyed It..I say we do it again yeah?.” he smirked leaning down hovering his lips over yours with teasing flick to your expose cunt, “yeah?”

“yeah.”

#⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒁𝒆𝒓𝒐 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔 !¡ ✫彡 #{ 🖋️} writings #black reader #anime x black!reader #anime x reader #smut #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu choso #choso x reader #choso #choso smut #choso supremacy #choso x black!reader #choso kamo #jjk x y/n #jjk smut #jjk x black reader

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yparkwrites · 5 days ago

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MR. DETECTIVE S.JY FF

Pairing: Detective Jake x Female reader (Y/N)

Content warnings: explicit content (smut), blood, murder, killing and more to be added

Word count: 27.6k

Synopsis: Jake is a known detective, as they transfered the case to his unit of a serial killer, Y/n a police rookie will arrive to find the truth about her brother's death and unbeknownst to them, the serial killer has been with them from the start.

Publish date: January 6, 2025

Comment for tags.

NOTE: LONG WAIT IS OVER IT IS FINALLY HERE. CHAPTER 1 -9 ARE NOW OUT ON WATTPAD. TUMBLR UPDATE WILL BE ONCE A WEEK.

Son of the mob P.SH FF Completed

MR. DETECTIVE S.JY FF COMPLETED

Chapter 4 & 5 will be published on monday

Chapter 6 on tuesday

tags: @strxwbloody @dreamiestay @fancypeacepersona @heeaxvhhoon @jakeswife @evjirvninvitnvrnvirivn @candypopinluv

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

“You’re an early bird.” Jake said, seeing Y/n cooking breakfast for them.

“I’m not, I’m just thankful that you took me.” Y/n replied, serving him his plate full of food. Eggs, bacon, toast and potato fritter. “You know you need to go grocery shopping, your fridge is empty.” She added, taking a seat in front of him.

“I don’t really cook,” Jake said. “Jay was the one who usually cooks for us,” he uttered quietly.

“Jay is a good cook, a great one. I don’t know why he chose this path, maybe if he didn’t he would still be by my side.” Y/n stated, eating the bacon she had cooked earlier. “Tell me about my brother, when he was working with you.” Y/n said, looking up at him.

“Hmm, what can I say about him? Jay is a hardworking guy, he’s good at everything, he never rejected any job offers despite their dangers, he doesn’t care, if he’s receiving a nice amount of money he takes it, without any doubt, no second thoughts he takes it, that’s why everyone envies him, until now, the department just simply can’t find someone as good as him. Whenever someone asks him why he takes dangerous jobs, no questions asked, he’ll always tell them he wants to give you a nice life, that he wants you to have nice clothes, nice foods, nice places, everything.” Jake shared.

“I told him I don’t want any of that.” Y/n replied to him, sighing.

“When he was offered the job, the job that took his life, he told the chief he’s not taking it. He told him that if he doesn’t come back to you, no one will take care of you, but that same day he found out you’re sick, you needed treatment for your surgery. I could’ve told him I’ll pay for your surgery expenses and hospital bills but instead I told him I’ll take care of you.” Jake added on his story.

“It’s not your fault, he would’ve taken it anyways, it was my fault, I got sick.” Y/n uttered quietly, finishing the last toast on her plate, as she took her empty plate on the sink, with Jake watching her.

Entering the office together, silent murmurs can be heard throughout the hallways, as the news of Jake taking a rookie spreaded like a virus, it was a big deal, as he never liked the idea of taking a rookie.

“Why’d you never take a rookie?” Y/n asked, entering the elevator with Jake. “Are you nervous?” Y/n asked, seeing Jake being uneasy.

“Y/n, if they mention Jay, don’t react, if you react I don’t know what they’ll do. And to answer your question, your brother was my first rookie. After his death I told myself I’m not taking more rookies again.” Jake replied at Y/n.

Y/n followed behind Jake, who’s leading her to the meeting office to talk about the serial murder case that’s been happening for almost 3 years now.

“Mr. Sim Jaeyun, it’s been awhile, and well what do we have here, a rookie after 3 years a rookie.” The leader of the investigation greeted them, as soon they entered the room.

“This is Y/n, she’s my rookie and she’ll be helping us with the case.” Jake said, looking at the man in front of him, who has been looking at him with a smug look on his face.

“Well Y/n, I’m Lee Eunyeok, call me Mr. Lee or just simply Eunyeok.” He said, introducing himself to Y/n.

“Shall we start?” A guy asked, as they all nodded in response.

“I’m Park Sunghoon, Jake’s partner.” Sunghoon said, introducing himself to Y/n as he sat beside Jake.

“I’m Y/n, he didn’t mention he has a partner.” Y/n replied at him, grinning softly.

“Not that type of partner, little one.” Jake whispered in her ears.

“I didn’t say anything.” Y/n whispered back.

“Okay, so latest murder happened a few nights ago, victim is 40 years old male, arrested for rape but charges were dropped due to insufficient evidence, no murder weapons were retrived nor any fingerprints were detected.” Eunyeok said, showing everyone the slideshow to show them the stab wounds of the victim. “Our theory is that the serial killer used a kitchen knife to stab the victim,” he continued.

“That’s not a kitchen knife stab wound,” Y/n said, interrupting Eunyeok from speaking.

“Excuse me?” Eunyeok asked, while Jake signaled her not to say anything more.

“That’s a pocket knife stab wound, you can see it from the tissue damage, it’s not a clean cut from a single stab of a kitchen knife, but a cut created by multiple stabs from a pocket knife.” Y/n explained.

“And who taught you that? Cause that doesn’t make sense, it’s bullshit.” Eunyeok said, chuckling as everyone in the room started laughing.

“That’s an absurd theory.” One of them said as they continued to laugh until they shut them off.

“Jay taught me about it.” Y/n said, making the laughter die down.

“Y/n, stop it.” Jake said, as he signaled her not to say anything more than that.

“You know Jay?” Eunyeok asked.

“Yeah, the officer you got killed 3 years ago. The job was offered to you but because it’s dangerous you offered it to my brother knowing he won’t decline the offer.” Y/n disclosed.

“Let’s continue the meeting tomorrow, Y/n let’s go.” Jake said, but he was stopped.

“Why don’t you send her with Sunghoon, stay here for awhile,” Eunyeok said.

“That girl, that’s Jay’s sister?” Eunyeok asked.

“Yes, but please, leave her out of it, she doesn’t know everything.” Jake replied.

“Well let’s hope that, because you know what will happen.” Eunyeok told him before leaving the room.

The car ride was silent, as Jake decided to buy some groceries with Y/n to ease his mind.

“Sorry.” Y/n said, breaking the ice inside the moving car. “Please say something,” Y/n uttered again, as Jake didn’t respond.

“I told you not to mention him.” Jake said through his gritted teeth.

“Can’t help it.” Y/n replied quietly.

“From now on you’re not going to the meetings, nor near the building, you’ll only go there to report your status.” Jake told her.

“Why?” Y/n asked.

“Because you got yourself in their radar, and now I have to keep you beside me at all times, because if not, you’ll end up like your brother.” Jake replied, parking his car near the grocery entrance.

“He got my brother killed yet he’s standing there leading the investigation.” Y/n said before coming out of the car, as Jake sighed.

“Jay, give me strength, your sister is adorable when pissed off.” Jake whispered.

Jake followed Y/n inside the grocery, who’s now running like a little kid as soon as she got the shopping cart, making Jake chuckle at her. “No wonder your brother loves you so much,” Jake whispered.

“Take any food you want,” Jake told Y/n, helping her push the cart.

“Should I cook something for dinner?” Y/n asked, looking up at Jake.

“Let’s just order take out.” Jake replied.

“What will I do at home?” Y/n suddenly asked.

“I’ll print you all copies of the cases from 3 years ago, and help us like that.” Jake responded, grabbing a pack of ramens to put on the cart.

“You know, I really like spicy ramen,” Y/n mentioned, seeing him only getting mild ramens.

“You do?” Jake asked.

“I love them.” Y/n replied with a little smile on her face.

Arriving at Jake’s place from the grocery, Y/n helped out to take all the groceries he bought for them inside the apartment.

“It’s been 3 years since I’ve bought this amount of groceries.” Jake said, as he struggled to carry all the foods they bought.

“I told you I can help carry them,” Y/n mumbled.

“Has Jay ever let you carry more than 1 grocery bag?” Jake asked, looking at Y/n as he finally set down the groceries down the kitchen table.

“No, he never let me carry one.” Y/n replied.

“Great, your brother will now have a reason to hunt me in my sleep.” Jake said, panting.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” Y/n replied, handing him a cold glass of water.

“Thank you.” Jake said.

During dinner they both ate the take out they bought at a korean restaurant on their way home.

“Are these all the cases?” Y/n asked, as she skimmed all the printed cases Jake had printed her.

“No, there are more, but I have to grab them at my office, so stay put, I’ll be back, call me if there’s an emergency and don’t open the door unless it’s me.” Jake said as he grabbed his car keys to get all the remaining files printed from his office.

“Jake, would you mind buying some midnight snacks?” Y/n asked.

“We bought a lot of snacks,” Jake said.

“I forgot to take lays.” Y/n mumbled.

“I’ll get them on my way back here.” Jake said before going out.

After Jake left to get the remaining files, Y/n started skimming on the files Jake had already printed.

First victim: Male, 30 years old arrested for murder, case dropped due to insufficient evidence. Stabbed 10 times on his chest and 3 times on his back. No murder weapons retrieved. No fingerprints recovered. Murder weapon: kitchen knife.

“Are they dumb? That’s clearly not from a kitchen knife.” Y/n mumbled as she continued reading the first case of the serial killer.

Second victim: Male, 25 years old arrested for sexual assault, case dropped due to insufficient evidence. Stabbed 10 times on his chest. No murder weapons and no fingerprints recovered. Murder weapon: kitchen knife.

“Why do they keep putting the kitchen knife when it’s not a kitchen knife,” Y/n mumbled, but her thoughts were interrupted when the bell rang.

Forgetting what Jake had told her, she opened the door.

CHAPTER 3

Y/n kept reading the files on the case they’re working on, there’s a lot of them, from the last 3 years they haven’t caught the killer, the murderer. The biggest question in Y/n’s mind is, what’s his/her motive of doing this.

On all the case files, all of them end with a dead end. No murder weapons, no fingerprints, no clue, there’s nothing, the serial killer is very smart.

“Will Jay be able to solve this if he’s still here?” Y/n quietly asked herself.

Jay was once the best rookie, he can solve anything not even detectives can solve, he’s one of a kind. Jake was his mentor, however being the same age, they treated each other like brothers, they’re friends, Jake was just his senior for 2 years, he graduated earlier than him, he’s a smartass. Jay graduated later because of his sister. He wants his sister to be able to handle herself first before going to the university, but that changed when their parents died in a car crash. He needed money, he worked 3 jobs a day for a year until he decided to go inside the academy.

After 3 years of being in the academy he was finally sent to the police department of crime teams, Jake took him as his rookie. He never made a mistake during his rookie year, not even after.

Jay was offered one of the dangerous jobs, spy a frat group by going inside, just for a year and receive 6 figures monthly, he wasn’t going to take it, but hearing the amount of money he took it, he can use it for his sister’s heart surgery, he accepted it, however he didn’t make it to his sister’s 18th birthday.

The doorbell kept ringing, making Y/n sigh in frustration.

“Can’t you fucking wait?” Y/n asked, opening the door, Jake told her not to open it. “Shit!” Y/n exclaimed. “What the fuck happened to you!?” Y/n asked as she tried helping him up to get inside Jake’s apartment. Successfully helping him inside she flopped him down the sofa.

“Wait there I’m calling Jake.” Y/n said, leaving injured Sunghoon in the living room.

“Fucking answer Jake,” Y/n mumbled. “Goddammit!” Y/n exclaimed as she threw her phone on the bed. Going into the living room to check on Sunghoon.

“Hey, you up?” Y/n asked, shaking the guy in front of her, who just groaned. “At Least help me lift your shirt,” Y/n mumbled, trying to remove his shirt to see his injury.

“Don’t,” Sunghoon mumbled, stopping her from removing his shirt.

“We have to treat it.” Y/n said sternly, fighting Sunghoon’s grip.

“You don’t want to see it.” Sunghoon said weakly, coughing up blood.

“I’m calling the ambulance.” Y/n said, just to get stopped by him. “You’re gonna die.” Y/n said, panicking.

“He won’t.” Jake said, slamming the door open. “Little one, grab me a towel and some water,” Jake said, sending Y/n away to check on Sunghoon’s wound.

Y/n went inside Jake’s room to grab a towel, not forgetting to fill up a basin with water.

“Oh my god!” Y/n exclaimed, turning around as she saw Sunghoon’s big injury on his stomach.

Jake stood up from his position to grab the towel and water from Y/n and told her “I can manage little one. Go and keep reading the files, oh and that’s your midnight snack.”

“He’s gonna die if you don’t bring him to the hospital.” Y/n said.

“I won’t let it happen.” Jake said, trying to calm her down.

Jake started cleaning his wounds, hearing grunts from Sunghoon he pressed harder on his wounds.

“It fucking hurts.” Sunghoon groaned, opening his eyes glaring at Jake who’s already glaring back at him.

“What the fuck happened?” Jake asked as he continued treating Sunghoon’s open wounds.

“Nothing, but I made a mistake,” Sunghoon responded, groaning.

“What did you do?” Jake asked.

“I dropped my pocket knife.” Sunghoon replied quietly.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll get it tomorrow.” Jake replied to him quietly.

“What will you do about Y/n?” Sunghoon asked.

“I don’t know.” Jake responded.

“She just dug her own grave.” Sunghoon replied back.

“She’s mad about her brother’s death, and she finally met the people who put her brother’s life on the line, and now he’s gone.” Jake said.

“You like her don’t you?” Sunghoon said teasingly.

“Shut up.” Jake retorted, making Sunghoon chuckle.

“Remember when you told me a lot of stories about her when we met in the academy and years later you met her brother again,” Sunghoon reminded him.

“I did talk a lot about her.” Jake responded. “I can’t be with her, her brother will haunt me if I try dating her.” He added, making Sunghoon laugh who groaned in pain right after.

“You know you can’t keep her here, you should get her an apartment or something or maybe a car if she drives so she doesn’t die of boredness here, she can’t be reading files 24/7,” Sunghoon said.

“I’ll talk to her about it.” Jake said as he continued to treat his friend’s wound that just stopped bleeding.

Y/n continued reading the files for the next hour but her mind kept drifting to injured Sunghoon. Sighing, she decided to leave Jake’s office.

She saw Jake cleaning the blood off the floor and Sunghoon sleeping on the couch.

“He’s fine.” Jake announced, making Y/n sigh in relief.

“What happened to him?” Y/n asked as she sat on the floor to check on Sunghoon’s wound.

“I don’t know little one, ask him tomorrow.” Jake replied. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Jake added, trying to lift her.

“I can walk.” Y/n mumbled.

“I’ll carry you.” Jake said as he successfully lifted her up, carrying her to his bedroom.

Jake dropped Y/n on his bed before going inside his bathroom to clean himself up. Getting up from the bed, Y/n knocked on the bathroom’s door.

“You need something?” Jake asked from the other side.

“I also need to wash up.” Y/n replied, the door unlocking, revealing a topless Jake.

“Wash up here, I’ll wash up in the other bathroom.” Jake stated as he came out of the bathroom to let her wash up.

After washing up, Y/n flopped down on the bed to get some sleep. And after 10 minutes Jake opened his bedroom door to find Y/n fast asleep, making him chuckle.

“No wonder your brother loves you too much. Jay don’t worry, I’ll protect her no matter what.” Jake said quietly, pulling the blankets over Y/n’s body before he flopped himself beside her.

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badplayerana · 2 months ago

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Current favorite cherik fics - pt2

See what I mean when I say 'current'? lol anyway, heres some more. I will probably keep updating this every other week or so

To Know You Forever by sadbigchungus (Star Wars AU!!!)

High-raking Mandalorian Erik Lehnsherr is, much to his chagrin, assigned on a protection detail to solidify the new Jedi/Mandalorian alliance. His charge? None other than renowned scientist Jedi Master Charles Xavier. What he thinks will be a standard mission quickly devolves into something where the stakes are much higher, with the fate of Mandalore and the Republic hanging in the balance.

The stars incline us, they do not bind us by ikeracity, Pangea (top tier stuff, highly recommend - mind the tags!!!)

Intergalactic Federation pilot Lieutenant Charles Xavier is assigned last-minute to a high profile mission: transporting over two thousand prison inmates from an old and overfilled prison complex to a newer, higher-capacity prison stronghold located on the outer reaches of the galaxy. Just as he's settling down for a long and uneventful ride, things take a turn for the worse after the inmates riot and stage a hostile takeover of the ship, leaving Charles to find himself at the complete mercy of cold-blooded killers and facing the chilling prospect that he might not ever make it back home alive.

Special Topics in Mutant Studies by populuxe

The trouble with Charles Xavier isn’t just that he teaches genetics and holds terrible views about mutant rights—it’s also becoming increasingly clear that everyone but Erik seems to love him.

The Eldest of the Gods by lapetitesinge

It's 1928, and sixteen-year-old Charles Xavier is intrigued by the new boy joining him at Eton College. He's thrilled to realize that they may be alike in more ways than one, but there's more standing between them than he can possibly guess.

Playing House by ClarkeStetler, Goosenik

Erik Lehnsherr has been 'fighting for mutant rights' for the last couple years. Some might call it terrorism, but those people were narrow-minded. Unfortunately, this means that when Magda Maximoff died, no one was able to locate him to let him know that his children were without a guardian. Charles Xavier was selected as their foster parent instead, and had been doing an excellent job for the past year. Erik is back now and has no intention of being separated from his children, but working together for the kids is easier said than done. In a different situation— some anonymous bar in some overpopulated city, perhaps— Erik would absolutely have been interested. He was slender and looked about Erik’s age, but his eyes took up the majority of his face and were almost alarmingly blue. His dark curls looked like they were made for a hand to fist in. His anger was nearly palpable, sparking off him in waves that Erik could physically feel. Under any other circumstance, he’d be attracted, would have immediately started things working to get the pretty little Englishman back to his place. Not this circumstance. “You will not,” the Brit snarled at Erik, “Not be taking custody of my children.”

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmen #cherik fic #cherik fic rec #cherik au #fic rec #current favorite

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inbabylontheywept · 5 months ago

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Someone had to go first.

In an odd first, I forgot to post this HFY story here until after it was voiced by BirbletonVA. Their channel actually did such an insanely good job that I would actually strongly recommend listening to it over reading it. Nonetheless, the text is provided below.

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The first ship that arrived was pretty matter of fact about its fate. The pilot introduced himself as Eric, and told us he was part of the first sublight resupply attempt in modern history. He then gave me and the ground control team his bad news.

“So,” he said. “Without real time telemetry, we weren’t even sure which half of your orbit you’d be in. That’s half a solar system’s worth of wiggle room. Decelerating enough to survive contact with your low orbit would take me two weeks, which, you know, it looks like we don’t have. That means that in order to get the second ship in before you lose orbital control to the Kresh, I’m gonna have to make a sacrificial flyby. Ten to the negative four torr is good enough for a lot of things, but at point-seven c it’s gonna be like sandblasting a soup cracker. Good news is that all the expensive toys are in the next ship, so this really ain’t costing you more than a ship and a pilot.”

“You knew,” I said. If they put the expensive toys in the second ship, they knew that the first was likely a sacrifice. No one smart enough to handle orbital physics would miss that.

“I did,” he said. “But someone had to go first.”

That was, of course, a lie. No one had to go first. No else had had, at least. When our connection to the FTL network was lost, we’d understood that as the end of our reinforcements. Doing resupplies via sublight was just too risky. It was a testament to Earth that it had accepted the risk and continued anyway.

“Is there anything we can do for you?” I asked. This man had come here to die for us. I wasn’t sure how much I could give, but what I had was his.

“I do have a few requests,” he said. “First up, I need as much high-orbital data as you got. The whole lot.”

I began directing tightbeam resources to him immediately. It was an easy resource to exchange - it wasn’t like there was anyone else out to talk to anymore. When we lost FTL, we found ourselves very, very alone.

“Second,” he said. “Right, I know I’m gonna sound like a princess right now, but I have been stuck in this stupid tin-can for almost two-years now, and I seriously overestimated how much I like synth music. If you have anything that’s analog - I don’t care what kind of string or drum or brass you play, but I’d kill to hear something without a beep in it.”

I jumped my own queue in the tightbeam, and added a short playlist that I ripped from the local web. Human Music, it was labeled. 3 Terabytes. I prayed there was something on it that he’d like.

“And third,” he said. “Third. The uh, next pilot is pretty mad at me. Turns out this will just be one of those things left unfinished. That’s all death really is, I guess - a lot of unfinished things. Let him know that he was right: He is a better pilot than me. But tell him that wouldn’t have made a difference here. Bad luck beats skill, and this luck was shit.”

I promised, and he went silent after that. We could see what data he was analyzing, and the short answer was all of it - everything from atmospheric density to troop positions and his own ship’s blueprints. He knew he had one shot at this, and that if the price wasn’t paid here, it would be paid by whoever came next.

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Ground control didn’t get a verbal warning that he’d entered atmosphere. Just a ping. A little here-I-am, whispered in the dark.

After that, we could keep track with visuals alone.

He hit the outskirts of the exoatmosphere in his first pass, burning bright enough to be seen with the naked eye. He caught the sparse particles like a kite, trying to shed enough speed to hit actual low orbit. Automatic telemetry updates gave us the grim news for the ship: Thermals were holding up decently, but the ablative was wearing out fast.

The entire descent brought us more than two hour’s reprieve. The Kresh hadn’t expected to see a resupply, but they knew what one meant: Get it now, get it fast, or deal with a stream of new troops. They could buy themselves ten days' time by shooting this one ship down now. That was an eternity during a siege.

The first loop lowered the speed by about a twentieth of light. The pilot responded by pulling the ship in tighter, burning trying to preserve more ablative plating by trading off with thermal. Seven fighters were close enough to fire off heat seekers. I don’t think the Kresh had ever anticipated shooting down a craft coming in that hot - the missile's decoy avoidance countermeasure actually made it steer around the thing, chasing down loose pieces of shrapnel. Cooled fragments, still hotter than an engine, should be at full blast. The simple mistakes bought it enough time to enter pre-orbit, and the fighters had to stop their pursuit. They weren’t willing to die to stop the ship.

Our man, on the other hand, was already committed to that course.

A third loop followed a fourth. Ablative coating went from 65% integrity, to 30%, to 5%. Telemetry scans were exceptionally detailed - the pilot was making the flyby count. The last message we got from him was simple:

Are you EMP shielded? he asked, not even bothering to encrypt the text stream. He didn’t have time to process more than that.

Yes, we replied. We knew what he was thinking, but it was still a shock to see it. The fusion torch flared hot, burning through the nozzle and feeding directly into the craft’s dueterium supply. The reaction went super critical, and the resulting neutron pulse set off everything in the ship with a z-count higher than iron. Three continuous seconds of EM interference screamed through the comms as the hulk burned through orbit.

The explosion itself wasn’t powerful enough to kill the Kresh ships still in high orbit, but it made enough broadband radiation to blind both sides LADAR. The man must have been a hell of a pilot - half the shrapnel went down and got burned up as it entered the standard atmosphere, traded as the cost of moving the other half past lagrange. Standard evasion would’ve made the pieces easy to dodge, but with LADAR down, all the Kresh could do was sit still and cower as the wrath of a dead man riddled them full of holes. Our best ace had managed to shoot down seven ships before this before getting shot down himself. The wreckage of the freighter took down six.

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The second ship came in stealth. One second, we were holding attrition in high orbit, the next, something the size of a small station came ripping through the atmosphere.

It did the same trick as the former - swapping between ablative and thermal loads, coming down at a speed that the Kresh fighters didn’t even try to match. Armies could be built in years, but skills like this took decades.

Telemetry connection was established almost as an afterthought. The way the ship casually ate through ablative armoring made my eyes water, but the pilot himself seemed pretty non-plussed.

“You’re down to fifteen percent coverage. You need-

“What I need,” he said, “is to see the previous ship’s telemetry. If there’s one thing you can trust, it’s that this bird is going to come down gentle.”

He cut off my chance to reply by flicking the channel off. We watched, and we wrang our hands, but sure enough he came in six minutes later with 4% of the ablative left.

I met him on the landing pad. Under normal circumstances, we’d have needed twenty-four hours for the craft to cool enough to even approach, but we’d had cryo ready just in case. Three tankers of nitrogen, and the loading area, at least, was cool enough to touch. Safety would have to take a backseat to speed here - we needed the supplies fast.

But those both would take a backseat to a promised conversation with the second pilot. He was out of the craft as soon as the air was cool enough to avoid scalding his lungs, picking through the workers to try and find who had the telemetry data.

I found him first. The drive went into his hands, but I needed to keep my promise with Eric before letting go.

“You’re better than the first pilot,” I said, and I wasn’t lying. If the previous flier had been a saint, this one was a god. “But you wouldn’t have been able to manage the landing either. There just wasn’t time.”

“Let me see,” he said, tugging on the drive. “Just let me see. I have to know I couldn’t do it either. I have to know that someone had to die.”

I let go of the drive and he stalked back into his ship. I didn’t follow. I figured I’d pushed things far enough as it was.

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The second pilot left the ship six hours later. He looked bleary in a way that put me at ease. I’d been up the last six hours directing supplies from the ship. Everything from ground-to-orbit rails to AGI targeting systems was inside, and to say it was gamechanging would be an understatement. It was good work, but I was tired, and I didn’t want to have to pretend otherwise. Seeing the other man with bags under his eyes meant we could just be frank with each other.

“I couldn’t have managed it,” he said, half-ashamed, half-relieved.

“It just wasn’t possible,” I agreed.

We sat there a moment longer. I didn’t mind the break. This was time well spent.

“Did it hurt?” he asked finally.

“Ablative failed before heating,” I said, which was the technical way of saying no. “He overloaded the reactor before the ship actually broke up and did some kind of slingshot maneuver - hit the main body of the Kresh fleet with half a space station’s worth of shrapnel.”

“Good,” he said.

I knew the signs. The tremor in his cheek, the way his jaw clenched - it wasn’t professional, but I hugged him anyway. Let him have the dignity of choosing to weep instead of having it wrenched out of him.

It was a gift we’d all been given at some point in this war. At least now, there was the hope it could be over soon.

#hfy #humanity fuck yeah #science fiction #scifi #creative writing #speculative fiction #i work a lot with vacuums #much much less with orbital mechanics lol #seriously i cannot recommend birbletonVA enough #easily the best HFY channel on youtube #and criminally underrated #they take a little longer to push work out but my god their production quality #chefs kiss #perfection #Youtube #Babylon-HFY

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andhumanslovedstories · 1 year ago

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hey here's another question that I've been thinking about for about a week with no particular breakthrough. I'm so much on the healthcare side that all my advice is on that side. Dude, I read academic articles for this and didn't come up with anything particularly useful. That's why I'm answering this publicly, so other people hopefully add something useful. (Also I know you said you're not looking for opioids. I'm gonna talk about opioids anyway they certainly affect perceptions of chronic pain. In your case, try making clear early on that you don't want opioids.)

I'll say some things that I've noticed from my work to maybe provide some insight into healthcare's side of the exchange. I'm not saying this is the way things should be, I'm giving advice based on how I see things are. I wish I could say this wasn't the case, but when there's a pain medication standoff, the two ways I've seen it work out best for a patient are:

A third party advocates for the patient. (like family, nurse, social worker, different specialist, patient advocate, etc)

Change in caregiver.

I don't like those as the top answers, but that's what I've seen and it's consistent with a lot of the accounts I encountered. There is also a third way that the pain medication standoff can quickly end in a patient's favor:

3. New evidence (new symptom, imaging, vital signs, lab test, etc) forces a reexamination of how we're thinking about the patient.

This is also the "oh shit they seem worse" method, but it can also be "we have gained new information that re-contextualizes the information we already knew." This is like hey the xray came back, your whole bone is dust, or hey your blood pressure is now significantly higher, or hey oops your appendix exploded.

In all three cases, something new happens to change the dynamic. This works for healthcare providers operating in good faith because someone comes in fresh and/or the new dynamic causes the healthcare team to do a new assessment and cost/benefit analysis with this updated information. This works for healthcare providers operating in bad faith because they are either removed from the situation or put in a position where giving pain medication is less onerous than not giving pain medication. I genuinely, genuinely believe far more healthcare employees are operating in good faith rather than bad faith, although the end results can look the same from the patient side. This means I think that far more people are swayed by additional information that makes pain management have more benefit and less cost.

I don't know how actionable any of this is from the patient side unfortunately. I don't love being like "my advice? wait till shift change, see if you can shake it up." Bring someone to the emergency department with you if you have someone available, preferably someone prepared to make a fuss on your behalf. If you don't have a third person, see if you can get one. Hospitals can have patient advocate as a job. If they aren't available, is there someone on your healthcare team that seems most sympathetic? Try asking them if they have any advice. They might be able to give you some, they might advocate for you. Be careful about badmouthing staff to other staff and avoid compliments to one member of the team that relies on insulting another member. You don't know the relationships at play, and it's sort of like how you shouldn't trash talk your old job when interviewing for a new job. You may be completely right in everything you're saying, but being like "my boss was a crazy asshole who refused to recognize my work," doesn't come off as objective. It can undercut your credibility and introduce hostility into the conversation where it is not productive.

I'd also be prepared to talk about what you already tried to relieve the pain. Again, with you I'd mention upfront that you don't want opioids because they don't work for you. Then say what you have already tried at home before you came in (tylenol, ibpurofen, heating, ice, exercises, stretching, shower, other meds, etc) and the effect of both the pain (can't sleep, makes you nauseated, had to call off sick from work, aren't able to be a caregiver to someone, etc) and your already attempted interventions (no significant pain control, symptoms got worse, called PCP, they said emergency was the next step, etc). If your condition is chronic, compare it on the pain scale and the functionality scale to your baseline. (i.e. "I'm always at least a 3 out of ten on the pain scale, but it doesn't usually leave me bedbound." "Normally Symptom improves after Intervention At Home, but that didn't work this time.") Something that can make providers hesitant is if opioids, benzos, or other powerful drugs are the first and only thing a patient says will help and they're unwilling to try anything else, so sometimes demonstrating flexibility with your pain plan can signal "I'm not here for oxy to sell, I'm here because I want my symptoms to stop (and, if relevant, figure out what is causing them)."

Also if you can and feel safe doing so, consider providing feedback to the hospital. Nothing changes without something documented.

#nursing tag #please ppl on more pt and ed side feel free to weigh in #sorry if any of this seems condescending or super obvious like 'yeah obviously i do that already'#me: don't know what to say :/#also me: six billion word reply

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fluffybutt-7 · 4 months ago

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Okay so (long update ahead)

A while back I posted about figuring out my “fatboy future”. My new job had not been working out, and I wanted to get myself in a position where I could be happier/have a better work-life-balance and get fat as fuck. Originally, I was planning on working from home and doing pizza delivery on the side to make ends meet and… well, free pizza. 🤤🐷 I didn’t end up getting the work from home job, and had to keep searching a bit.

I’m really excited to share that this week I started working at a local vet clinic, and am still delivering pizza part time. The clinic is very inclusive and will be an incredible place to work in regards to prioritizing my mental health. I’ll also be sitting my big butt at a desk again:3 Delivering pizza has been honestly kinda fun so far, and I feel stuffed to the gills in pizza 😅🙈🤤🐷

This whole transition has been a financial nightmare and I’m honestly barely hanging on. So the next couple of months are going to be really hard as my full time job has me starting out part time while I train, but once I’m all settled… I’ll have a consistent schedule, I’ll be able to get by financially, and honestly am starting to live out what feels like a gainer fantasy 🙈🤤 I had half a pizza during my shift last night and then took another whole one home… and still had my other munchies. 🥴

Things are gonna be getting better, like really really better. I feel better mentally than I have in a really long time. I feel excited about life, I feel like myself again, I’m making music and art again, I… I’m so excited for this next chapter. 🥰 I even have some clothes to grow into!! 😍

Thank you all for sticking around, truly. When I made this blog, I didn’t know how much of a rollercoaster the following years would be, and you guys have stuck around and made me feel loved, supported, and safe thought it all. I love you all so tremendously. Yes, even when I take a month to respond. I’m so sorry 🤣🙈💖

Anyway. I love you, and I’m gonna get back to eating and loving being fat and getting fatter. 🥰

Yours Truly,

Fluff

#fluffybutt-7 #gay gainer #fatandhappy #fatten me up #looking for a feeder #fluffstuff #make me immobile #positive weight gain encouragement #fatboy for life #future blob

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genericpuff · 4 months ago

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In other news, I've lost my glasses. I've misplaced them before, but never to this extent that I haven't been able to find them at home, at work, or in our car. So... yeah, that's a huge bummer, unless they turn up somewhere random where I didn't think to look before (but that would just beg the question of why they'd be in such a random location in the first place) I'm gonna have to replace them.

I need to get my prescription updated anyways so this time around I'm gonna just do the appointment, get my prescription and measurements, and then order some new ones online from like, Zenni or something (I've heard good things about them and their prices are DEFINITELY more reasonable). I just really liked the frames that I had, so I'm really hoping I can find the same ones again or something similar; and honestly even if I do go with a cheaper place like Zenni, I need transition lenses for my light sensitivity so it's always gonna be pricey no matter who I buy them from 😭

Unfortunately there seems to be a high volume of appointments rn (probably because it's the school season, idk) so the place I usually go to is booked up until December. Then when I called another place to check their booking schedule, they told me they could get me in next Monday at 4... which just so happens to land at the tail end of a 3 hour shift that I have to do at my second job, a job that I literally only work 3-6 hours a week for 💀 Sooo the odds of that are kind of astounding (and incredibly frustrating) but apparently cancellations are relatively common so they have me on a waitlist, and worst case, if I don't get called in sooner on account of a cancellation, I only have to wait until mid October, about a month away. Still a pain, but better than waiting until frigging December LOL Like man I just need to replace my glasses, why is this so frustrating 💀

#worst case i'll see if my boss at job 2 can move my shift so i can make that monday appointment #but man it's still a pain #the pair that i lost was deadass only like 2 years old and in great condition #i'm gonna be really sad if i can't find them :(((#self post #off topic

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word-wytch · 2 months ago

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✨ Life Update ✨

Hello everyone,

I have not been active here in months and wanted to fill you in on what has been transpiring in my life. All very good things, but it has undoubtedly taken my attention away from fandom and writing and into the more physical, tangible world -- a therapy for me that has been necessary on my creative and personal journey.

Back in October my coworker found a stray kitten that I fell in love with at first sight, but my home was a mess so I spent 3 weeks cleaning and organizing and getting it cat-ready while she fostered him. Over this time I discovered how therapeutic the act of cleaning -- something I had always seen as a tedious chore -- truly was. I began to look forward to the satisfaction of wiping away years worth of dust and grime, how I could lose myself in the moment and relish in simple, physical action, and delight in the finished result. In reality, all that really needed to change was my attitude and my relationship to cleaning. It has become like a therapy to me, and I was able to fulfill a dream of hosting a dinner party for friends after years of construction on our very old house prevented us (my partner and I) from doing so.

This is Munkustrap (aka Munk, Munko, baby kitty) named after my favorite and hottest cat from the musical Cats.

Anyway he's literally a perfect angel (and sometimes a poopyhead) but as he is a 6 month old kitten, he requires a lot of my attention. My days now begin and end with feeding and playing with him, and the physical interaction has been so welcome and therapeutic.

In my other real-world endeavors, I have been devoting quite a bit of time to another beloved artform, which is songwriting. In my day job I work at a nonprofit youth arts organization and have been training a new receptionist and also teaching songwriting and performing at the organization with the kids in my class. I have also been active in the dance company I am a part of as well.

It has become vitally important for me to devote time to engaging with my local artistic community, so I have been getting out in the real world and attending local shows. My community is small and my voice and presence in it, as all our voices are, is important. Just as our voices are in online communities, however large or small.

Though I have prioritized my physical world over my virtual one in the past few months, I have still been peripherally engaged, keeping a pulse through close friends and discord servers. And I have been writing, though not as often as I used to. It is not the center of my current life situation and that is ok.

I do intend on continuing and completing DSSCTM, though I am unsure of the timeline on that. Right now I am more focused on being rather than doing, but I sense that when I return to the realm of writing I will do so with a renewed sense of excitement, passion, and joy.

I love you! 🎢💕

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (2023-24 PART ONE)

notes: is the quality of these screenshots good? no. but i made do with what i could get! anyways, pre-season ones will probably be short because i don’t know the roster quite as well and not everyone plays!

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y/ndevils00 happy happy preseason to us all!!

our fierce satan spawn played split-squad tonight, which means some of my lovely boys went on a quick trip to Montreal to play against the Habs, and the other stayed back in Jersey to play against the Flyers!

i, of course, when given the choice, chose to go to Canada with Jacky and idiots 1 and 2 🫶

AND OH HOW WELL OUR BOYS DID! our Devils at home got a whopping 6-0 shutout against the gritty worship cult! congratulations sluts!

meanwhile, in MTL, these boys won 4-2!!

to start us off, Joe Gambardella got us a goal about halfway through the first period! i tried to get a picture, but he kinda hid behind best friend number 2… i think Jack is teaching the new people and i don’t like it!

then, my favorite child, Simon Nemec got a mind blowing, highlight reel goal, in which the puck bounced off the boards behind the goal net and then bounced off the goalie’s skate and into the net! with an assist from the one and only Jackson Rowden Hughes!!

best friend number 1 got a great power play goal off another assist from my oh so lovely boyfriend!

and to top it all off, that oh so lovely boyfriend got a power play goal! earning him a 3 point night! POP OFF BABY!! YOU DID SO WELL!! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!

altogether, your New Jersey Devils won both games with a combined 10 points! we’re SO back, baby!!

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jackhughes i DID teach them. it was a welcome back gift for you, to make your non-job-job a little more challenging for you ❤️

y/ndevils00 why do i love you?

jackhughes because i make your life fun and i let you get a cat

y/ndevils00 that you insist you don’t like!

jackhughes cause i don’t

lhughes_06 last week, you barged in my room to show me that LSH likes hugs

jackhughes @/lhughes_06 shut up

user28 jack has officially stopped correcting “jackson” and i live for this

used63 do you think she calls him jackson irl? i wouldn’t be surprised

john.marino97 did i do good?

y/ndevils00 meh, you did okay

john.marino97 THANK YOU! i think i could cry right now

simonnemec17 she said you did okay?

john.marino97 @/simonnemec17 you have a lot to learn. in y/n talk, that’s basically “you played so well and i’m so proud of you”

simonnemec17 you guys are weird

dawson1417 DID YOU SEE MY GOAL?! DID YOU SEE IT? DID YOU SEE IT?

y/ndevils00 I DID! AND I’M SO PROUD!! LOOK AT YOU GO! POP OFF NEMO!

nicohischier no picture for me?

y/ndevils00 oh sorry, let me just go back in time and teleport back and forth between both games so i could get a photo of you

nicohischier great, thank you

y/ndevils00 i hate you, swiss cheese

lhughes_06 let’s go, guys!

y/ndevils00 i wish you had been playing, smush 😪 rest up so you can play on thursday!

lhughes_06 resting 🫡

user99 i don’t even watch hockey, what am i doing following this WAG for her game updates?

jesperbratt i missed you!

y/ndevils00 i’m gonna murder for you

#media management series <3 #media management au!#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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How you doin' daddy?

Note: Readers skin tone is not reflected by the picture used. <3

Summary: In this Reader is Dieter Bravos PA, you've been working for him for around 4 years, cleaning up his messes, making appointments for him, going on coffee runs etc. Dieter is Dieter, we know him, we love him, reader mostly tolerates his bullshit. He's not a bad guy, he just has his demons. Alot of them.

But when he's forced to deal with the repercussions of his past, reader is dragged along for the ride.

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Reader is afab, has breasts and a vagina. No mention of height, weight or skin colour. Reader has hair, no mention of texture type, style, length or colour. Readers nickname is Star.

Tags for this fic: Smut, Accidental parenthood(?), fluff, angst, pregnancy.

Warnings for this chapter: Blow jobs (imagined), Pussy eating (also imagined), Vaginal fingering and use of a sex toy. BIG OL' PRAISE KINK. Star is crushing hard.

Word Count: 3.9k

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CHAPTER 3 - Daddy's Home.

November 1st, 2023.

90 days.

90 grueling days Dieter had done in rehab. It wasn't his first rodeo of course, but it was the first time he ever wanted desperately for it to stick. He had a purpose now.

The DNA test had come back within days after sending it off, proving that it was 99.9% a positive match against Dieter. His Daughter, his Isabel. He was going to be the best fucking father he possibly could be.

The rehab stay had been difficult to say the least, leaving when she was 2 weeks old. You'd agreed to be her main caretaker while he was away. Every sleepless night, every dirty diaper, every burp, everything. You did it all, Gretchen and the team helped too of course and you were grateful for it, the small reprieves you got. Dieter had offered to hire a nanny and a night nurse but you wouldn't let him, you'd done this before anyway, sure it was on a smaller scale before but with him being gone for 3 months you weren't going to be busy running around after him, so, why not? It was then that he decided you were getting a significant raise once he got out, that was going to be his little secret for now though.

No cellphones were allowed in this particular facility, the people who ran it felt that 'cellphones were an addiction themselves'. Whatever, didn't matter, he still managed to use the communal payphone to call you every night to check in and honestly you loved it, you loved how eager he was for updates and the wistful tone in his voice when you explained a new milestone to him, you did however, hate the way you could hear his heart break a little when you'd told him about her first smile, wishing he could be there to see it.

What kept him going was the knowledge that his little girl was in good hands and that after he got out, he'd be a changed man for her, he'd spend the rest of his life making her smile if it would make up for the time he lost with her. He'd been allowed very few personal effects in rehab. One of them ended up being the photo you'd taken of her after bathtime during the one week Dieter was there for, he remembers how grumpy she was during it, it seemed like she was protesting every second of it but when it was all said and done and she was all dry and wrapped up in her little bunny eared towel like a little burrito, she looked fucking adorable and he'd asked you to snap a photo quickly while her little bottom lip was out and pouting as if she were giving you both the stink eye for putting her through such an ordeal. He fell asleep looking at that photo. He said good morning to that photo. That grumpy little girl is what he's doing this for.

Thank fuck today is the day he gets to go home to her.

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It's around Midday when Gretchen comes running back into the foyer with a wide smile on her face "The town cars just pulled up, places people!"

Everyone had gathered to be here for Dieters home coming, all of his closest members of staff waiting to greet him, a buzz of excitement in the air and you can tell from the turn out how good of a boss he actually is, he might be a pain in the ass sometimes but he's never been disrespectful to any of you, he's not like a lot of celebrity bosses who don't even bother to learn their employees names. Dieter does. He makes time for each and every one of you, seeing you all more as friends than members of staff, not in that cliché 'we're all family here' way that everyone hates, but in a genuine, caring way.

Everyone takes their places, forming a horseshoe in the large open foyer, you and Gretchen stand at the forefront, baby Isabel in your arms, gently bouncing her, thankful that she's in a jovial, smiley mood right now. She's grown so much since he last saw her and if it wasn't obvious before that she was his kid, it is now, her features have filled out more, she does have his pouty bottom lip, her eyes stayed brown, now a deep chocolate colour and her hair. Unruly sometimes, curly, fluffy and dark, like his. And that smile? It was his, toothless and gummy, but his, without a doubt, even down to the dimples.

You'd helped Gretchen hang a banner up reading 'Welcome home Dieter', insisting on it going across that god awful portrait of his.

Gretchen had wanted it to say 'Welcome home Daddy' but you knew he would end up making a joke out of it, so she agreed to compromise, if you agreed to put Isabel in a novelty tshirt that she had printed for her, this tiny little shirt that reads 'My daddy won an Oscar, what's yours done lately?'. It's cute, paired with a pale pink pair of leggings that show off her chubby little leg rolls and some adorable socks with frills on, she's so friggin cute you could just eat her up. You'd never seen yourself as much of a kid person before, only with your nieces and nephews, but taking care of Isabel every day for the last 3 months, has made you start to think about your own future.

You're just adjusting Isabel in your arms when his key is turning in the lock, everyone falling silent, pretending like you aren't all about to ambush him with a welcome wagon the second he steps inside.

And then he does, 3 months of rehab suit him, it's the first time you're looking at him thinking 'Holy shit, he's actually looks kind of hot', you force those thoughts aside almost immediately though he does look good, his hairs a little longer, starting to curl around his ears and at the nape of his neck, his moustache and beard are neat and well groomed and peppered with a few greys and- oh my god he's definitely been working out. You watch the way his arm flexes when he sets his duffel bag down as he approaches, bicep almost straining against the sleeve of his well worn Fleetwood Mac tshirt. He'd mentioned something about there being a personal trainer on site but you had no idea he actually took them up on it.

"Star?" You're snapped out of your trance by his voice, amused perplexity on his face, arms outstretched waiting for you to hand over Isabel.

"Oh god sorry!" Shifting her into his waiting arms, you press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Little missy here had me awake at 4.30. Welcome home, D" It's warm and sincere, leaning in to give him a side on hug, careful not to squish the baby. You had missed him.

He'd missed you too, he was so keen to get home to Isabel he hadn't even realised how much he missed you as well and how much he looked forward to those daily phone calls while he was away. He hadn't noticed your reaction to his appearance though, your story about being up early with the little one was true, but that wasn't what had you distracted.

When you pull away he wants nothing more than to pull you back in, to keep you against him in a little bubble, just you, him and baby makes three. But he doesn't.

"Thank you... Everyone, really this means a lot to me. I won't be doing rehab again. I'm gonna stay clean, stay sober, all for this little girl here." His gaze drops to her, eyes misting over as he takes her in. This is the same Dieter Bravo that hadn't even held a baby 3 months ago, now he's getting emotional over one. But this isn't just any baby, it's his daughter, his world now.

"Hey sweetie, it's me, Daddy... Really fucking cool shirt" You're tearing up too from watching the sweet reunion, you're pretty sure everyone is actually, wiping your eyes with your index finger and thumb, huffing out a laugh as he comments on her tshirt.

When she smiles up at him, it felt like his heart was glowing.

He smiles back, voice thick with emotion as he speaks. "Hey, yeah, you remember me?"

Of course she doesn't remember him, babies this young don't have that capacity but there's no way you're going to spoil the moment for him it's too beautiful.

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It's not long before everyone filters out of his house to give him space to settle back in and spend time with his daughter, Gretchen hangs back for a while to give him a rundown of an upcoming sponsorship deal that she'd locked down for him, you stay, not feeling right to just abandon him already just because he's home. She's changed a lot over the past 3 months and even though you'd shown him how to take care of her before he went away, you couldn't just take off, not when the thought of leaving her hurt a little.

Eventually Gretchen leaves, but not before telling him how proud of him she is. She'd been like a mother figure to him since he got to LA in his early twenties, his actual Mother was estranged from him and they'd been that way since his late teens, he never talked about her, it was too painful for him, he loved his Abuela though, so much so he'd named his daughter after her.

"She's changed so much" It's awe stricken and reflective all at the same time as he says it, laying beside her on the floor in the living room as she has tummy time on her play centre, gurgling and cooing happily.

"I feel like I missed out on so much while I was gone. I don't regret it of course, she needed me to be a father to her and I wasn't in any fit state to do that before. Now though? Now I feel like I can be that person for her."

You've stopped folding the basket of clean baby clothes to listen to him, watching his expression as he watches her.

"And don't think I'm not grateful as hell for what you've done, Star." He turns his head, finding your eyes across the room. "Seriously, you've been amazing and I couldn't do any of this without you."

You find your cheeks heating at the praise, you've never been good at accepting it and with him it's no exception, especially with the way you catch his gaze lingering on you.

"Seriously, don't mention it... Saved you from shelling out for a nanny didn't it?" You try to sound non-committal, going back to folding the laundry, tearing your eyes away from him laid out on the floor, the sweatpants he'd changed into after everyone had gone are doing things to you. It's confusing.

He catches your attempt to downplay things, not letting you get away with it that easily. "No, Star. Seriously. You're fucking amazing and I intend to repay the favour." The way your stomach does a little flip when you lock eyes with him again, startles you. What the fuck is happening here? He cleaned up his act and suddenly you feel like a school girl with a little crush? This can't be happening.

"I um... I have to go put away her clothes in the nursery. You think you'll be okay to watch her for five minutes?"

"I think we'll be just fine" It's the way he says it that gets you, the confident and elated lilt of his voice as he turns his head to watch Isabel again. It's that fucking tone that has you clenching your thighs together as you leave the room, basket on your hip and head swimming with inappropriate thoughts.

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You stay all day to help him settle in, going through her routine with her, trying your hardest not to impose or take over, as much as the control freak in you sometimes wants to.

The two of you had just gone through her bedtime routine, helping bathe her first, which she no longer hates, practically soaking the both of you as her little arms and legs flailed in the water, you cleaned up the bathroom while he took her to get into a clean diaper and onesie. When you were done you'd left the bathroom thinking you'd walk into the nursery witnessing Dieter put the diaper on backwards or put her arms through her leg holes and vice versa. But you didn't. He'd dried her, put on her baby powder, got the diaper on and was in the middle of buttoning up her lavender puppy print onesie when you crossed the threshold. You couldn't hold back the smile then, it's incredibly domesticated, a side to him you never thought you'd see when you first started working for him.

Smiling down at her as she's laying on the changing table, telling her she's the prettiest little thing he's ever seen. It's fucking adorable and it's making your ovaries screeeeeam.

"Hey. I'll head home if you're all good now? I've made up a few bottles of formula already for her night feeds, they're in the fridge. If you put her down now, she won't be up again until around 11ish"

Confusion crosses his features as he lifts Isabel into his arms crossing over to the glider next to her crib, her current favourite book Goodnight moon sitting on the side table next to it. "You don't have to leave you know? Don't think I'm kicking you out just because she's going to sleep, I thought maybe we could hang out? Watch a movie maybe? If you're not too tired that is, I know she had you up early today." He doesn't want to outright beg you to stay, but he would if it meant you would. Fuck, he really had missed you."Stay. Please?" Don't do it, don't you dare do it, don't-- and he does it, the puppy dog eyes. Isabel has inherited them and you know when she's old enough, she'll be weaponising them against her father.

"O-okay sure, for an hour or two maybe?" Butterflies, that fluttering low in your stomach, hard to ignore, especially with that beaming smile of his now he's got his way. "Oh I know! How about I order for us? That Korean place you love just started doing door dash?"

"Yes to that! You're a genius, Star. Just put it on my card, order whatever the fuck you want! Don't get me wrong, the food in rehab was good, should be for twenty-fucking-thousand dollars a week but I craved those little barbecue short ribs so badly, I'd have sold my left nut to get some!"

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An hour and a half later you're both stuffed full, you'd never seen him so ravenous but he'd had a whole portion of short ribs, but you'd shared chicken dumplings, udon and seaweed rolls. God knows where he puts all of it, his metabolism is insane.

As you're laying there in a food coma, barely paying attention to the movie he put on, you see him in your peripheral, lazing on the other side of the couch, hand on his bloated belly. He looks happy, content. For the first time since you met him, he looks truly relaxed. Not on the edge of crisis.

Curiousity is getting the better of you, however"Dieter?"

"Yes, Star?"

"You never told me you'd been working out while you were in rehab, not that you had to of course and you look great-- well n-not great, you look like you've been taking care of yourself, that's not to say you don't look good tbough, 'cause you do!" You're rambling now, feeling embarrassment taking over, you've never stumbled over your words so hard in your entire life, you're pretty sure."I-I just meant, why didn't you bring it up? You told me pretty much everything else you got up to in there, even about those macramé sessions they made you participate in that you'd absolutely hated."

It's his turn to be embarrassed now, his cheeks visibly going a shade redder. "I um... Well. Fuck... Please don't judge me too hard for this, just bear in mind it was a long three months and a guys got needs!"

"Dieter, you didn't. Please don't tell me there's a chance that you knocked someone else up, in rehab, none the less!" You are infact, judging him already.

"No, god no! It was a guy!"

Small miracles you suppose. "You slept with the PT? That's a little unethical of him don't you think?"

"I didn't sleep with him just... Sucked his dick a little, he looked a little like Idris Elba!"

The noise you let out is somewhere between a laugh and a gasp, not quite believing what you're hearing but that perverted goblin part of your brain is kicking in painting a picture in your head that you didn't even know you needed.

Dieter Bravo, on his knees, taking a dick down his throat.

This is a man who could have anyone he wanted on their knees.

'A man has needs' he'd said. But he hadn't fucked him and he didn't mention any reciprocation. He got off on being a giver.

And now you're picturing it, a big hand on the back of his head fisting in his curls, guiding him to take it deeper into his throat as he's getting his face fucked, a deep voice above him gritting out praise as Dieters dark eyes stare up at him, thick fingers gripping at the meat of the guys thighs.

"Good boy, just like that, taking my cock so fucking well"

And then his fingers are clicking in front of your face, snapping you out of it.

You blink a few times rapidly as you come to, greeted by a concerned look on his face "Are you okay? That's like, the second time today that you've zoned out like that?"

"I um.. I'm so sorry! I think actually maybe the exhaustion is hitting now, so I'm just gonna head home. T-thank you for the food!" It's a stuttered reply as you struggle to get off the couch, pushing up onto your feet, it's only a half lie, you are fucking exhausted and it would be nice to sleep in your own bed for the first time in three months. That and you've now got a date with your rose toy when you get home. It's been a really long time since you've seen any action and you start to rationalise that maybe that's what this reaction is, just envious that he's getting some and you're not. No, no, no it can't possibly have anything to do with the images your brain just cooked up. It's not about him.

Somethings off with you, but he knows when to pick his battles and right now he just wants to go to bed and sleep until Isabel wakes up for her first bottle of the night. His first night alone with her and he's not even scared. Who is this man?

"Oh, okay well, lemme walk you out then."

You try to protest but he's already there, his arm around your shoulder as he's walking you to the door, it's a simple gesture that before today you wouldn't have even batted an eye lid out but now? You're thinking about how easy it would be for him to slip his hand down a little lower and how it would feel to have him pawing at your tits while whispering all the dirty things he's going to do to you in your ear. Oh. My. God. This has to stop. You must be ovulating or something, yes that's it.

Like a gentleman, he opens the door for you and you feel like you can't get out from under his grip fast enough, like if you stayed there he'd feel the goosebumps peppering your skin and he'd work out all the disgusting little fantasies you're concocting.

"Well.. I'll um, see you tomorrow, bright and early? Oh! And don't hesitate to call if you need anything, I'll keep my phone on the ringer for you."

He looks almost offended at that. "You'll do no such thing, turn your phone off and I don't want to see your ass before 10am tomorrow, you hear me?"

You open your mouth to argue but he's faster and shuts you down immediately. "No excuses. Rest. You've done so much for me and Izzy these last few months. Please Star, don't fight me on this."

Reluctantly, you nod "Fine. Just.. Good luck tonight." In a weird way, you'll miss it, the 2-4 hour wake up calls, making your way to the kitchen to grab her a bottle, bleary eyed and yawning.

After you say your goodbyes, making sure the hug doesn't linger too long on your part, he watches you get into your shitbox of a car and as he does, he decides then and there the proper way to thank you, will be to buy you a new one.

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The second you got back to your apartment, your small, cosy, slice of heaven on the cheaper side of Van Nuys, you completely bypassed the living room, kicking off your shoes and tossing your keys aimlessly onto the couch. Right now you had a problem that couldn't be ignored any longer.

With haste, you shuck off your jeans, barely over the threshold to your bedroom, throwing yourself down onto the bed, praying that your Rose toy was charged as you fished it out of the bedside cabinet. A happy squeek leaving you when you pressed the button to turn it on and it came to life.

Then, you slip your cotton panties down until you're able to kick them off, slipping your hand downwards first, desperate for the touch. A quiet moan leaves you when you find yourself soaked, circling your clit slowly before dipping a finger down to circle your entrance before you slip a finger inside, whining as it breeches you. That's when you bring the Rose toy in to play, starting on the lowest setting against your clit as you slowly pumped your finger in and out of your tight heat, hips arching as you slip a second finger in and turn up the suction on the toy, all the way up to high.

All the while your brain is projecting filthy images over your closed eyelids, Dieter on his knees blowing off his PT, Dieter on his knees eating your pussy like a man starved, your moans get louder and more lustful as you're rapidly approaching your peak and that's when you get another filthy thought. You on your knees for him as he fucks your mouth. 'Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl' he'd grit out, punctuating each word with another thrust of his cock down your throat as your muffled moans and gags send him over the edge, cumming in thick, hot spurts, making sure you swallow every last drop.

And that is when your own very real orgasm brings you back to reality, cumming hard on your own fingers. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" You almost cry out his name, it's right there on the tip of your tongue. It seems he's not the only one who gets off on being a giver....

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You get up to pee and wash both your hands and the toy before slipping back into bed. Staring up at the ceiling, in post nut clarity, you realise you are screwed. You want him and you want him baaaaaad.

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