#i was peer pressured into this and im glad

[darlingian]

[godsworstson]

i got so drunk last night im glad i wasnt even able to open tumblr because the things i wouldve said about the jackass guys wouldve been in fucking sane

[skitskatdacat63]

2005 Chinese Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso(ft. Flavio Briatore)

[butterflywannab3]

motivation&inspo

movies:

to the bone -> follows a young woman struggling with anorexia as she navigates her treatment in a group home, exploring the complexities of eating disorders and the path to recovery.

sharing the secret -> tells the poignant story of a teenage girl grappling with bulimia and her journey toward healing, while exploring the impact of her struggles on her family and friendships.

thirteen -> eating disorders are depicted as a response to the intense pressures of adolescence and peer influence, illustrating the protagonist's emotional turmoil and struggles for identity and control.

honey sickness -> follows a young woman grappling with the complexities of her relationship with food and body image, exploring the intersection of love, obsession, and the challenges of recovery from an eating disorder.

mean girls -> eating disorders are depicted through the pressures of social status and peer dynamics, particularly highlighting how the pursuit of popularity and acceptance can lead to unhealthy body image issues among teenage girls.

starving in suburbia -> centers on a teenage girl who becomes entangled in the dark world of an online pro-anorexia community, exploring the dangerous allure of eating disorders and the impact on her relationships and self-worth.

feed -> follows a high school girl coping with the aftermath of her twin brother's death, as she battles her own struggles with an eating disorder and the pressures of social media, all while uncovering dark secrets about their past.

black swan -> eating disorders are portrayed as a manifestation of the protagonist's obsessive drive for perfection and transformation, highlighting the extreme pressures of competition in the ballet world and the psychological turmoil that can accompany such intense aspirations.

little miss perfect -> the portrayal of an eating disorder highlights the intense pressures of perfectionism and societal expectations, showcasing how the protagonist's struggle with body image and self-acceptance impacts her relationships and mental health.

for the love of nancy -> poignantly addresses the struggles of anorexia as Nancy navigates the pressures of adolescence, family expectations, and self-acceptance, ultimately illustrating the profound impact of eating disorders on mental health and relationships.

perfect body -> the film powerfully depicts the harrowing journey of a young gymnast grappling with anorexia, illustrating the devastating effects of societal pressure and the pursuit of an idealized body on her mental and physical health.

tv shows:

skins -> Cassie's eating disorder in Skins serves as a poignant exploration of her struggles with identity, self-worth, and the desire for connection in a chaotic world.

red band society -> the depiction of an eating disorder through the character of Emma emphasizes the challenges of coping with illness, the quest for identity, and the desire for control in an unpredictable environment, while also exploring themes of friendship and resilience among the group of young patients.

insatiable -> the portrayal of eating disorders centers around themes of body image, societal pressure, and the desire for validation, as the protagonist grapples with her self-worth and the consequences of extreme dieting and binge eating, highlighting the complexities of modern beauty standards and personal transformation.

books:

wintergirls

paperweight

letting ana go

elena vanishing

the solitude of prime numbers

the art of starving

the trick of the light

im glad my mom died (not ed centered)

lost in the house of myself

what i lost

nothing tastes as good

shortfilm (youtube links):

skinny

a slippery slope

breathe

mia

obsession

let her eat cake

not enough

ana

bulimic

empty

almost there

am i pretty yet?

[megalony]

Take It Easy

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon. I'm sorry it took me so long to get round to writing this for you. I hope it is what you were looking for. Any feedback is always amazing.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) doesn't feel well but continues with her shift and reassures her husband that she is fine. Until the pain gets worse and she collapses at work.

Enjoy.

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Coiling her arms to her chest, (Y/n) leaned her weight on the door and tried to open it as quietly as possible. She peered her head around and shuffled into the bunker room.

The small LED lights on the walls were enough to cast a pale luminescent light around the room and let (Y/n) glance around rather than wander aimlessly in the dark. She could feel the panic dwindling down when she realised the only person in the room was the one person she had been hoping to find.

Other than Eddie sleeping soundly, the room was empty.

She pushed the door to and left it open just a slight crack before she wandered over to the far right side of the room. Moving over to a free cot bed, (Y/n) leaned down to the left and undid her boots and stepped out of them. She was suddenly glad the room was cast in darkness just in case Eddie was awake so he wouldn't see the grimace that pulled on her lips when she leaned down.

Her hand moved to press against her abdomen and it took all (Y/n) had not to groan when she straightened up. Her lower stomach was twisting and knotting itself up like tangled rope. This was exactly the way Eddie had felt a month or so back when he got a stomach infection.

(Y/n) prayed to God she didn't have the same kind of infection, she didn't want to be off work for a week. Stuck taking antibiotics, barely able to eat anything due to the pain like Eddie had been.

Her hand moved to hold her hip so her arm was pinned around her waist. Adding pressure made her stomach feel less tense and took away some of the discomfort she felt.

She had been on shift this afternoon and she wasn't going off until tomorrow evening. If (Y/n) could just get through the next shift, then she could have a day off and try to recover before coming back for a night shift in two days. Next week was her short week where she only had two shifts, she would be able to rest at home with Chris and recover around work so she didn't have to take time off. She didn't want to be stuck at home and she didn't want to leave the station with no staff.

Her eyes softened when she moved over towards the only occupied bed in the room and her gaze landed on her husband.

Eddie was laid on his back with one arm hanging off the side of the bed and the other arm draped across his eyes. He had stripped off his shirt and left it lying on his boots beside the bed, leaving him in his trousers and vest and the blanket was tossed on the floor too. The station was far too humid for anyone to want to sleep with a blanket.

It took some effort for (Y/n) to crouch down beside his bed but feeling her knees press up into her stomach relieved some of the pain.

She folded one arm over the edge of the bed and reached her other hand out to graze her fingertips along Eddie's exposed arm. Her lips curved into a tight smile when she watched his elbow suddenly twitch and he took a sharp breath as his upper body jolted forward slightly.

She stayed put, crouched beside the bed while Eddie lowered his right arm from his eyes and turned to look over at her.

"You okay baby… what time is it?" His voice was groggy and laced with sleep making him sound much deeper than usual. He rubbed the base of his hand against his eyes while his left hand reached out to brush across (Y/n)'s jaw.

How long had he been asleep? Surely it couldn't be morning already? He had gone to take a power nap just after eleven so he could feel a bit more alive if they had a call out during the night. It didn't feel like he had been asleep for very long, but that was usually the way it went with sleep. One second Eddie thought it was midnight and the next, someone was waking him up saying it was three in the morning and they had to get ready.

"Midnight," (Y/n) tilted her head to the side and nuzzled her cheek into Eddie's palm, smiling softly when his thumb brushed across her cheekbone.

"Do you feel any better?" He let his head drop back down on the pillow for a few seconds while his hand moved from his eyes to ruffle his hair and brush it away from his temple.

He knew she had felt sick early in the morning and when they arrived on shift, she had changed from feeling sick to having a dull stomach ache. He was hoping he hadn't passed on his infection to her. Eddie had done his best to be careful around his wife and son when he was ill. The last thing he needed was to make (Y/n) or Chris ill too. And he was sure it couldn't be the same infection because it had been over two weeks since Eddie had recovered.

"A little," (Y/n) wasn't sure whether he believed her or not but he didn't push the subject, he only hummed and acknowledged that he'd heard her.

"Come get some sleep, baby."

A grin formed on her lips when Eddie's hand left her face and moved to hold her elbow instead. He tugged on her arm until she got the hint and moved closer while he shifted around.

Eddie turned to lay on his left side so he was facing her and shuffled back towards the edge to make some room in front of him. There wasn't really enough space to fit two of them on here, but he didn't care. He slept better when (Y/n) was in his arms. Sleeping alone in a small, uncomfortably cot bed like this reminded Eddie of being back in the army and he didn't want to relive that part of his life.

His left arm stretched out and when (Y/n) gingerly climbed onto the bed, he curved his arm up around her chest so his hand could hold her shoulder. His lips curved into a grin when he felt (Y/n) tilt her head down and kiss his forearm that was against her chest and both her hands moved to hold his arm comfortingly.

Eddie's other arm slumped over (Y/n)'s waist and he leaned his head down until he could bury his nose and lips in the top of her hair.

He heard the quiet, uncomfortable sound (Y/n) let out as she shuffled around to try and get comfy. And he felt the way she drew her knees up to her stomach to try and relieve the pain and feel settled enough to sleep.

She kept her lips buried against Eddie's arm and she hummed when he tightened his right arm around her waist and smoothed his hand up and down her abdomen. "Better?" He murmured quietly into her hair and (Y/n) could tell by his voice that he was starting to fall back asleep again.

Her lips kissed his arm and she squeezed her fingers into his forearm near his tattoo while she nuzzled her cheek into his bicep. She felt a lot better to have Eddie wrapped around her like a blanket.

Her knees pulled up a bit higher like she was trying to pin Eddie's arm against her and imbed it into her stomach to relieve the burning, dull ache. But in doing so, (Y/n) unintentionally wriggled back into Eddie and pushed her bum into his groin. She felt his hand press down flat and firmly against her stomach to hold her in place and she froze, breathing softly into his arm as she tried to stay deadly still.

"Don't do that. We're at work,"

(Y/n) shivered when he growled into her hair but she couldn't stop herself from smiling into his arm. While his other arm pinned tighter against her and kept her back flush against his chest so she could feel every ridge of him pressing into her.

"Sorry," She whispered quietly before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his arm. She was starting to feel a little better already.

***

She felt worse.

(Y/n) could feel tears burning in the corners of her eyes when she shrugged on her overall jacket and grabbed her helmet from the locker. She felt like each step she took caused a fire to burn down the centre of her stomach, and now the pain was moving towards the right side of her abdomen too.

She hadn't managed to eat any breakfast and now it was close to lunchtime and she felt sick even though she had nothing to throw up.

She swiped her sleeve beneath her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to hold herself up and feel a bit more alive and better. All she had to do was get through this afternoon until she could go home.

Once she was home, wrapped up in bed with Eddie, she would feel much better and she would be able to rest.

"Ready?"

Her body jumped and she swallowed down a groan when Eddie curved his arm around her waist and jogged beside her towards the truck. She let him take her helmet from her hands and whack it in the compartment with his before they headed to the steps.

Stars flooded (Y/n)'s vision and she almost let go of the door when she tried to pull herself up. It caused a sudden, blinding strain on her stomach when she reached up and tried to climb up the steps. She realised she wasn't breathing but she couldn't force herself to take another breath.

It was a relief to feel Eddie's hands on her hips and he gave her a tight squeeze and a push up when she froze and he almost bumped into her.

Eddie's eyes followed her as she clambered in and flopped down into a spare seat opposite Evan.

She looked flushed, but Eddie couldn't be sure whether that was because she didn't feel so well or because they were rushing about to head out on a call. He moved to sit down next to her and once they were buckled in with headsets on, he looked down at her.

His left arm reached out and his hand clamped down on her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze while silently checking if she was alright.

(Y/n) curled her hands around his arm and managed a tight-lipped smile. It was hard to control the grip she had on his arm. She didn't want to squeeze too tightly and make Eddie realise she didn't feel good. She let herself shuffle to the right and imbed herself between the chair and Eddie, moving his shoulder a little until it was pressing comfortably on her chest. And she could press her lips down on his shoulder since he hadn't put his overcoat on yet.

Keeping her eyes closed seemed to help relieve the nausea that bubbled up in her clenching stomach. But the speed bumps and sharp corners didn't do her any good.

When the truck made a harsh break, (Y/n) kicked her foot out and pressed the heel of her boot into the chair opposite to steady herself but she could feel her breaths jittering past her trembling lips. Her fingers punched into Eddie's arm and she swallowed down a groan.

"Okay?"

She nodded her head but she didn't believe herself. She was starting to sweat through her minimal layers and they hadn't even arrived on the scene yet. She felt sick and the swerving corners were making her feel dizzy.

(Y/n) ignored the small chatter through the headphones and tried to keep herself tucked up into Eddie. She didn't care if the others stared or wondered why she was suddenly clinging to him. All she cared about was trying to get herself through this shift and make the pains go away. She had taken the painkillers Eddie handed her at lunch but they weren't making any difference.

When she dared to open her eyes, she felt her stomach churning again and adrenaline fuelled up towards her chest when she locked her gaze on her husband.

He was staring down at her intently, and he didn't look pleased.

His lips pressed to one side and he had one brow raised while his chin was tilted down in her direction. (Y/n) usually loved it when she caught Eddie staring at her when they were on shift together, but not today. He didn't look at her with those sweet doe eyes that made her heart skip a beat.

Today, he had stern pupils and a clenched jaw and the tension was evident in his features. She could feel his hand digging tighter into her thigh while his other hand was curled around his knee.

Eddie wanted her to go home. He wanted (Y/n) to go home and rest and try to take it easy and come back when she felt better. He saw no point in her pushing herself to continue with her shift when she clearly wasn't well. But he knew how stubborn she was and she wouldn't go home unless she got a lot worse or someone forced her to leave.

"Alright team, let's go."

(Y/n) was glad to throw off the headphones when the truck came to an unsteady stop and the blaring sirens finally turned off. They were the second unit to be called to the scene, they were here for added back up to evacuate a burning building and tend to the injured.

With her belt thrown off to the side, (Y/n) took a very deep, turbulent breath and tried to clear the fog out of her head and undo the knots in her stomach.

She followed in line to get down, keeping her hands around Eddie's arm until he had to climb down and she had to let go.

The temperature change hit her at full speed and her already burning skin flushed the the AC in the truck turned off and the heatwave outside blistered into her skin. And gravity seemed to grab her when she tried to climb down until she stumbled over her feet and barely managed to stop herself from falling down.

When her feet were planted on the floor, her hand automatically reached out in front of her and her fingers curled around Eddie's arm just as he shrugged on his jacket. Her forehead pushed into his arm and she closed her eyes, willing her stomach to stop when it felt like knives were imbedding into her skin and stabbing her a thousand times.

"Baby what's wrong?" He whispered softly as his head turned to look down at her. He could feel her tight grip on his upper arm and he could sense how close she was standing to him like she was trying to merge herself into his back.

"A bit nauseous, but I'm good now."

"You can sit this one out and wait in the truck-"

"No, no baby I'm okay."

Eddie frowned down at her and shivers coursed under (Y/n)'s skin when she felt his hand grip her chin. He pulled her head up and tilted her so she was level with him and able to lock gazes with him.

She could see the stern look in his dark eyes and his jaw clicked from side to side. He was assessing her, going into medic mode to make sure she was actually okay and capable of doing this call out. He had no problem calling rank and telling Bobby that (Y/n) needed to sit this one out. He would put his foot down if he had to, even if he didn't want to.

"You swear you're good to go?" His voice was as dark as (Y/n) had ever heard and it made the knots in her stomach dull down and turn to mush. She wanted to melt into a puddle and she suddenly wished they were at home instead of at work, with Eddie looking at her like that.

"I promise," (Y/n) nodded and batted her eyes up at him but she couldn't bring herself to smile, not yet.

She could feel the adrenaline pounding through her blood from arriving on scene but it wasn't enough to rid her stomach completely. But she was standing upright and she could push herself to get through this call, as long as she could rest afterwards, she should be okay. She hoped.

She forced herself to let go of his arm even though she didn't want to, and secured her helmet and gloves. She could feel her stomach knotting but one of the many knots started to ease when Eddie stayed stood beside her with his arm and shoulder in front of her like a shield. He didn't move an inch away from her as they stood waiting for orders.

His left hand reached out to the side and held onto (Y/n)'s hip so his arm was once again pinned across her chest like how they had sat in the truck.

His thumb brushed up and down her hip over her trousers and his arm pressed back into her chest, trying to apply a little pressure to give her some comfort.

"Okay, Buck and Eddie, I want you round the back with the 211 to evacuate. Chimney you with me through the front to make sure everyone gets out. Hen, go find the medics and assist." Bobby looked across them all before his eyes landed on (Y/n).

It was like a silent conversation passed between them all. (Y/n) tried to look okay, she tried to hold her breath and square her shoulders and hold herself steady to prove she was alright and nothing was out of the ordinary. But with Eddie's arm pinned around her front and his stern, unhappy expression beside her, it contradicted any brave face she tried to put on and Bobby didn't buy her brave face.

"(Y/n)," He could see she wasn't one hundred percent. She figured everyone could and it made her squirm on the spot. "Go with Hen, help check everyone over and assist medics."

She didn't question it.

It would do her no favours to question an order and deep down, she was relieved not to have to rush into the burning building and run around. (Y/n) didn't think she had the strength or ability within her to go faster than a quick paced walk or she would keel over.

She would only slow them down and be a hinderence today if she tried to do the harder tasks with Eddie and Evan. She didn't want to hold them back or cause any problems if she collapsed inside or came over dizzy or had to stop to be sick. She couldn't wear the oxygen mask and safety suit if she thought she was going to be sick. It would be a very bad day if she threw up in the suit.

Helping the wounded was a much easier job for (Y/n), it was automatic to tend to people and help with their injuries whereas Buck and Eddie were far better suited to run into the burning buildings and find ways to get out.

"Be careful," She mumbled quietly into Eddie's shoulder and gave his arm a lasting squeeze before he let go of her and turned to peck her temple. She could feel his lips moving against her skin and she shuddered when he sighed. He could feel how she was starting to flush and burn up, but it wasn't excessive and as long as she stayed with Hen and didn't overdo herself, she would be alright on this call.

"And you take it easy, mi amor. I mean it."

"Yes boss." Her quiet comment earned her a slap on the bum as she turned to walk away.

***

"You look like you could use a drink."

(Y/n) lifted her head from the window and glanced across at Evan when she felt his foot nudge hers while he slouched back in his seat.

She didn't realise they were back at the station until she noticed Evan fling his belt off and move to stand up with his head and shoulders hunched forward. He was too tall to stand up in the truck.

He waved his hand for her to follow and (Y/n) nodded, but she couldn't bring herself to move just yet. Her head was spinning and her stomach was officially pulled into knots that weren't untangling on their own. She didn't know what to do with herself. Standing up only stretched the pain and walking created a burning feeling. All (Y/n) wanted to do was stay curled up in her seat and contort into the smallest, curved shape she could manage to try and take away the pain.

She realised her hands were trembling when she took off her own belt and leaned against the seats to try and heave up onto her feet.

Her head spun in circles and her body tilted to the right when she shuffled to get out the truck. She couldn't stay sitting in here for the rest of her shift and she was officially the last one left to get out.

She let herself slump against the side of the door but her feet weren't coordinating anymore. The heel of her boot skidded off the top step and (Y/n) didn't have the will or the energy to try and catch herself.

She just wanted to go to sleep.

She wanted the pain to stop. It was easier to let go and given in to the thought of collapsing down on the floor. It would take the weight off her body and stop her stomach from stretching and tightening so much if she just went down and curled up on the floor. The pain was bad enough to make her head spin and she had felt constantly dizzy for the last hour of their callout.

"Woah- fuck!"

Eddie barely lifted his head before his breath got caught in his throat and his chest tightened.

The helmet in his hand dropped to the floor and he thrust his arms up just as (Y/n)'s head lolled forward and her body tumbled down from the truck.

Her forehead bashed into his shouolder and jolted the right side of Eddie's body but he tried to tense up and stay standing. He coiled his arms around her waist and slammed his knees into the bottom step of the truck, bending his hips forward to try and take her weight for her. (Y/n)'s body crashed into his chest and her arms flagged against his sides while her legs slammed into the truck floor and bent awkwardly over the steps.

"Fuck, I got you baby." Eddie tilted his head to the left to check no one was behind him before he tried to shuffle backwards a few steps and pull (Y/n) down from the truck.

He grimaced at the way her legs bashed down the steps and scraped against the floor and her arms flopped limply over his elbows.

Once he was a few feet away, Eddie let himself go down on his knees and gently lowered (Y/n) down with him. He then turned her around until her back was slumped down over his thighs and he hoisted her up, shuffling her between his legs that he parted to the sides. His arm bolted around her waist and his hand moved to cup her chin so he could tilt her head back on his shoulder.

"Oh God!"

"Eddie what's going on?"

Hen fumbled to grab one of the medic bags from the truck while Bobby paused, halfway towards the stairs before he caught sight of two of his team on the floor.

"Baby, you with me?" His thumb brushed across (Y/n)'s jaw before he reached up to move her eyelid and check if her pupils were changing and constricting or not.

Eddie didn't like the way (Y/n)'s arms immediately slumped around her waist before she tightened them and started to groan. Her head turned until she could bury her face in his neck and her trembling arms pushed down on her abdomen until she was crying into his neck.

"How bad is the pain, baby? Talk to me," He could feel how flushed her skin was with her head tucked into his neck. She was sweating and he couldn't make out whether she was just trembling from pain or if she was shaking from a fever.

"Eight."

"Eight? Christ (Y/n) why didn't you tell me?" He shook his head as his jaw tightened. She shouldn't be on shift if she was in this much pain. She should have told him how bad it was and that it was getting worse so she could go home or go to the doctor. Staying on shift and pretending she was alright clearly hadn't worked out for anyone.

Eddie's left arm stayed hooked around (Y/n)'s chest while he moved his right hand to tug her shirt from where it was tucked into her trousers. He rolled it up to reveal her stomach so he could carefully press his fingertips and then the palm of his hand down over (Y/n)'s abdomen. He leaned back when (Y/n) cried out and clenched her fingers around his wrist the moment he tried to add pressure to the lower right side of her abdomen.

"I think it's her appendix," He let his eyes trail across to Hen when she bent down on his other side.

She clipped a pulse monitor onto (Y/n)'s finger and slid a blood pressure cuff up her arm before she tried to examine (Y/n)'s stomach. But (Y/n) wasn't having any of it. She squirmed and pushed back into Eddie, crying into his neck until he pressed his lips against her burning temple and tried to hush her.

Hen placed a thermometer in (Y/n)'s ear and pursed her lips when she got the reading. "BP is high and she has a fever. Definitely could be appendicitis."

"You are going to the emergency room. Now. This isn't negotiable."

(Y/n) didn't have the will to argue, all she could do was close her eyes tighter and press her face so deeply into Eddie's neck that she could feel the throbbing veins pressing into her nose and feel each deep breath he took. His arms hooked beneath her knees and around her back and when he lifted her up, it eased some of the pain. (Y/n) tried tightening her knees to her stomach and kept her arms pinned around her middle while she heard Bobby tell Hen to take them in the ambulance.

Her arms stayed pinned to her stomach and she groaned when Eddie tried to carefully ease her down onto the gurney in the ambulance. She was relieved the rest of the team stayed at the station. She didn't want nor need the attention of anyone else climbing in and trying to examine her and help.

It was bad enough she felt like this now instead of in a few hours when her shift ended. That was all she was trying to do; make it to the end of her shift.

"Do you want some morphine for the pain, mi amor?" Eddie slipped the pressure cuff off her arm but left the pulse clip on her finger. He wanted to keep an eye on the numbers and make sure her pulse stayed calm and steady.

"Please… Eddie i-it hurts,"

When she dared to open her eyes, it took a few seconds to form a picture instead of blurred colours of brown, grey and glistening white lights. But (Y/n) managed to focus enough to see her husband stare down at her with a perplexed look.

He wanted to frown. He wanted to scoff and raise an eyebrow or shake his head at her and growl. But Eddie found his expression falling and a sad quirk pulled at his lips when he looked down at his wife.

"I know, which is why you should have told me earlier." His tone was calm and coated in sugar, even though he wanted it to come out stern and repremanding. If (Y/n) had told him how bad the pain was, Eddie would have taken her to the hospital earlier before she developed a fever and severe pains. He would have sent her home this morning if she told him she felt worse instead of saying she felt better.

Reaching out, (Y/n) grabbed his thigh when he sat down on the edge of the gurney with a few items splayed out on the chair opposite him.

He let her squeeze his thigh and he tilted her arm around a little while he tore open the plastic packaging for a new needle pre-filled with a dose of morphine. His thumb pressed down just above the crease of her elbow and he expertly shot the dose into her vein before he leaned forward and kissed her arm when he was done.

"Okay, stay still mi amor, this won't take long." Eddie pinned an IV tube between his knees and grabbed a catheter needle, swabbing the back of (Y/n)'s hand that was gripping his knee.

He carefully pushed the needle into the back of her hand, pinning the leaf green cap in place while he removed the needle and exchanged it for the IV. Once it was taped in place, Eddie undid the clasp to let the fluids run wide open. He didn't want (Y/n) dehydrating as well as burning up and being in immense pain.

"Are… are you mad at me?" It was hard for (Y/n) to try and keep her eyes open when the morphine was starting to do its work. The cramping, twinges coursing through her stomach were still making her shake back and forth on the gurney and rock against Eddie, but her head was starting to feel better. The dizziness was clearing up and her pulse was starting to throb in her head like a drum.

She felt like she was going to pass out.

The feeling of Eddie's lips on her burning forehead felt comforting and cold and it was as if he was melting into her. Especially when his hand moved to cup the side of her neck and she could feel his thumb swiping across the corner of her jaw.

"Of course I'm not mad at you, mi amor." His lips curved up into a gentle smile and he tilted his head down so their foreheads were pressed together and the tip of their noses touched. "I'm worried about you, there's a difference."

When he felt the ambulance come to a stop, Eddie pushed up to his feet and moved to unclip the brakes.

"Right, let's get you to a doctor."

***

"Are you taking me home now?" (Y/n) bit down on her lip to obscure her smile and she tilted her head back to look up at Eddie through her lashes.

Her hands pinched down around the edge of the bed and she swung her legs over the side until her feet were firmly planted on the floor. She stayed still, watching Eddie move forward until he was stood between her parted thighs And his arms dropped from being folded over his chest so he could reach out for her.

He smoothed his hands over her shoulders and trailed them down her sides until he had a firm grip on her hips and he arched his back out to lean over her. His temple pressed against hers and (Y/n) tilted her head up to capture his lips in a kiss. She could taste the coffee on his lips and when she bit down on his lower lip when he parted them, she felt his fingertips scratch into her hips causing her to gasp.

"If you're good, and promise to take it easy."

Eddie's assumptions had been right. An assessment and scan had proven that (Y/n)'s appendix had swollen up and become inflamed. If they had waited much longer it might have burst and caused a lot of complications.

Three hours later, Eddie was sat in the waiting room while (Y/n) had keyhole surgery to remove her appendix. And since she'd had no adverse reactions and seemed to be fine, they were going to discharge her this afternoon.

(Y/n) wanted to go home. She wanted to go to sleep in her own bed and be with Eddie and Chris, not laid up in here somewhere unfamiliar and unsettling. She could recover much better at home than she could here. They had painkillers at home which is all (Y/n) needed to take at the moment and she knew Eddie was going to be hovering around like a warden.

He wouldn't let her overdo anything, he would be on watch to make sure she got some rest.

"I promise. At least we don't have to worry about childcare this week." (Y/n) reached her hand up for Eddie's collar and gave a sharp tug to keep him hovering over her while her foot curled around the back of his ankle to drag him closer.

"This week?"

"What?" Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and her head tilted to the side.

"Uh-uh, don't try playing me, baby." The way he held her chin between his finger and thumb made (Y/n)'s stomach pool with adrenaline and she gasped when he tilted her head back and towered over her. "I spoke to the doctor. At least two to three weeks off work. No heavy lifting, no straining, nothing."

"Eddie…" (Y/n) drawled out his name and pulled her chin from his grasp so she could push forward. Her hands curled around his back and dug into his lower torso while she meshed her face into his abdomen, breathing into his shirt and inhaling his scent.

"Would you rather stay here?"

Her grumble was enough of an answer and Eddie smiled as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. His arm stayed curved around her upper back while his other hand moved to cradle the back of her neck.

He had spoken to the doctor already. (Y/n) was fine to be discharged today, but she had to rest. She couldn't go back to work for up to a month because she couldn't risk doing any heavy duty and straining the few stitches she had or tearing the internal stitches.

Their job was demanding and hard, it would be too much of a strain to go back to full duties right away. And Eddie wasn't going to risk her health, no matter how much she begged and pleaded with him.

"That's what I thought."

"Please take me home." (Y/n) tilted her head back until her chin was pressed into his abdomen and she could stare up at him.

"We're going home, mi amor. And you're gonna be good and let me look after you. Got it?"

[brainman1987]

I am going NUTS over your "booted to the Infinite Realms" ghost prince Danny AU like

Does he have his memories, or no? You're art gives off the idea that he lost them in the ejection

How do Sam and Tucker react? How would, hypothetically, the Fentons react?

Would he ever be able to speak again, since his human vocal chords went unused for so long?

Also I LOVE his long hair, and in that first group of sketches where human Danny shows up, he kinda looks like he has dreadlocks!

Im so glad you like it!! Its also been on my mind a lot recently, its just such a fun idea :)

After so much time spent in the ghost zone, he‘s pretty much forgotten everything. Anything he does know about the human realms is hearsay from a very VERY long line of telephone. While he doesn’t loose them in the ejection a combination of a concussion, his death freshly on his mind, and no access to any human realms means that he looses his memories fairly quickly and learns to adjust to life as a ghost even quicker! Here’s a quick explanation of the stages he goes through:

To answer the question“how do people react“ it’s a bit complicated. Sam and Tucker went to therapy after witnessing their friends death up close and personal, so they do feel absolutely shitty about. Well you can guess. But it’s odd because Tucker wants to believe that Danny can (and will!) gain his human memories back in they simply keep doing things with him that they used to do together. Sam doesn’t believe this, and instead feels incredibly guilty. She doesn’t stop Tucker from trying though and tbh both of them spiral a little bit. Depending on how much/what the story the two give the Fenton reactions vary wildly! Either way Jazz very much does go into psychology, specifically children’s psychology because of some messed up belief that if she had only talked to him more about stuff like peer pressure and that jazz she would‘ve been able to „save him.“ If Sam and Tucker tell the authorities that Danny died due to the actual PORTAL TO THE REALMS BETWEEN REALMS that they built (likely unlawfully) in their basement hen they would be detained for child neglect and also. Doing that. If not the two would feel horrible feeling as though they pushed Danny too hard and sort of forced him to do something suicidal like that. Honestly it’s just bad vibes throughout aksjdasjd

In my head, no! Not really I don’t think he’d be able to speak again. I’m not even sure his human body could handle stuff like food or anything because of how neglected it is. I’m sure there are ways he could get around this (mostly sing language and stuff) but I’m not sure I could imagine him having his human voice again. Many ghosts don’t even have organs! He a special little exception :)

Also I didn’t mean to portray his hair like that but it’s interesting that I does look like that’s kajscjadj

[greedyhoneyz]

Dance Of The Little Swans

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: dad!kylian mbappe x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: two little ducklings have bloomed into swans.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: fluff. lots of fluff.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･authors note: this is a lengthy one. im not really happy with this might rewrite but enjoy anyways!

“Stay still, sweetheart.” (name) affirmed softly. The digits of her fingers carefully carved over her daughter’s head, applying as little pressure as she could, to fix the little hairs fighting the gel she had applied to her coily hair.

Perched on her knees, (name) rigidly groomed her daughter to swanlike perfection. Littered at her feet were hair products, combs, makeup palettes and glitter. Once fresh out of the packet— all items alike had been battered beyond recognition for today’s recital.

Giving her daughter a once-over, her gentle eyes frantically searched over her face and tutu, (name) helped her down from her chair.

“There,” she whispered, her fingers tenderly picking out her tutu. “All done.”

With bright eyes and a smile stretching from ear to ear, Maya waddled towards her sister.

“Rena,” she shrieked excitedly, catching her sister’s attention. Seated in her grandma’s lap, Rena fixed her gaze to her twin, her curious fingers caught between her hair. “Do I look pretty?”

Rena blinked blankly at her sister and pondered only for a few seconds before an identical smile painted her features. She nodded frantically and wiggled free from her grandma’s lap, and met her sister half way to respond in a tone similar to her sister’s. “You look like me!”

Maya squealed with delight, pulling her sister’s hands into her own and bounced ecstatically, her tutu fluttering in the air.

Standing back on her two feet, (name) brushed away the dirt on her pants. She pulled at her top, stretching out its creases and smiled warmly at her mother-in-law.

Backstage, frantic mothers and their daughters— nervous or scared, sat amongst each other. The twins were the latter.

They were excited.

Perhaps, it was the comfort and safety that came with having another half that flushed away any fear or fright they would have felt. Needless to say, (name) was glad she wasn’t wiping away tears.

Though, there was a lingering spec of jealousy that stinged (name’s) heart— she envied the fondness the twins had for each other, she never had that as a young dancer.

Wiping her hands clean from gel residue, (name) cooed her daughters over. “Girls,”

Hand in hand, the twins rushed towards her, peering up at her with smiles stretching from ear to ear.

Crouching down, (name) grabbed their hands. She engulfed their hands into her palms, squeezing it tight and beamed. She took in the sight of her children, the glee that transformed their features and blew a breath. “Are you two excited?”

“Yes!” The twins shook their heads happily.

“Okay, do you remember your steps?” (name) asked.

“Uhuh!”

“Show me!” The twins quickly shuffled into position, angling their hands above their heads and rising to stand on their toes in their nude slippers. They twirled around with no sense of unison and dangled their legs in the air before returning to ground. And when their performance came to an end, the twins posed like graceful swans intoxicated by laughing gas.

Standing back upright, (name) clapped and cheered, Fazya following her motions. “Bravo!”

“Well done,” (name) cooed affectionately, landing a kiss on her daughters’ cheeks. “Your papa is going to be so surprised watching you two dance.”

At the mention of their father, the twins immediately buzzed with an electrified excitement, scratching at their mother’s legs.

“Where is papa?!”

“Is papa coming?!”

“Papa’s coming, don’t worry.” (name) assured gently, reclaiming their hands into her own.

It was a while before the girls were called in, their teacher kindly instructing parents to take their seats in the auditorium. (name) and Fazya quickly gave their goodbyes; kisses to their cheeks and a curt wave, and retreated into the auditorium just as the girls’ dance teacher rounded them in. “Mes enfants….”

The auditorium was sparsely filled as parents began to file in and take their seats. Chatter hung amongst them— talks of pictures, videos, costumes and at-home practice.

(name) aimlessly followed behind her mother-in-law, rapidly padding her fingers against her phone. She drew her eyebrows together and narrowed her eyes, gnawing at her bottom lip.

Repositioning her purse over her shoulder, (name) pressed through her phone, swiping through her call logs. She tapped her finger against Kylian’s name, and raised her phone to ear. It rang for a few seconds before he answered. “Yes?”

“Where are you? It’s starting soon.” Plopping down into her seat, (name) turned her head from left to right, scanning the room.

“I’m here.” Kylian replied curtly, the slamming of a car door could be heard through the phone.

(name) breathed, sighing in relief. “Okay.”

She settled into the cushion of her seat, ending the call and turned to her mother-in-law, joining her conversation.

And when Kylian finally arrived, his father and brother in tow, he sat himself beside her and kissed her cheek.

Jeering her head, a small smile found its way to (name’s) lips as her gaze settled on Kylian. She watched his face mimic her hopeful expression and whisper. “Hey.”

He reached for her hand, settled on top of her purse and pulled her fingers between his. Her hand rested in his lap, wrapped beneath his own as his thumb soothed the back of her hand.

Row by row, the lights above dimmed, a suspenseful silence casted through the auditorium as all attention settled on the grand drapes illuminating beneath spotlights.

A classical symphony sung quietly as the drapes drew back, unveiling the stage. The stage was empty— except for the few props decorated in each corner and the backdrop.

The symphony, a light hearted tune grew louder just as the swans fluttered onto the stage. In identical fluffy, white skirts, they smiled, their tiny arms held above their heads.

The piece shifted, and a much cheerier and upbeat symphony began to play. The girls, the swans, moved in ‘almost’ sync. Some were fast, some were slow and some others followed the tune with complete grace.

The twins, Maya, was fast, and Rena, was slow. Yet, the two wore grins that stretched across their faces, with eyes that glimmered as vividly as the spotlights hanging above them. They moved their tiny slippers, balancing on the tip of their toes, fluttering from corner to corner, twirling in imperfect circles— all with joy riddled across their faces.

The classical symphony, once grand and cherry, eased into a halt, and the dance of the little swans came to an end with a graceful bow. The auditorium filled with applause and cheers from proud parents and spectators as the overhead ceiling lights illuminated the room once again.

“Papa!” Kylian held his arms out wide, a grin painted his features as the twins scuttled into his arms. He heaved, clutching them at the hip and hoisted them to his chest. Kylian huffed, letting out a winded breath and peered down at his children.

They flooded him with loaded questions as their sticky, inquisitive fingers explored his face and ears.

“Papa, did you see me? I spun around really good.”

“Do you like my hair Papa? Mommy did it for me!”

“I’m so proud of you two,” He began, pressing a hard kiss to each cheek. “You did so well.”

Kylian see-sawed his children from side to side as their rambunctious giggles filled his ears. Their legs swung freely in the air, oblivious to their father’s weakening grasps. Slowly but steadily, the twins slid from their father’s arms, their feathery tutus rumpled between the friction.

Planting the twins on stable ground, Kylian took hold of their tiny hands. They fidgeted and crawled between his legs as he offered greetings to parents and their little ones who passed by until (name) returned.

“Babe,” she began, lightly pulling at the twins' cheeks. “Your mom wants to take pictures….”

Kylian nodded and peered down at his daughters. “Do you girls want to take some pictures?”

The twins both nodded eagerly, their soft brown eyes twinkling before shooting off. Their little tutus bounced and fluttered as they disappeared into the merge of people and children.

By the time Kylian and (name) found them, hand in hand, Maya and Rena had accustomed themselves to a wall whilst Kylian’s parents captured pictures.

The twins smiled from ear to ear, wrapped in a tight embrace as bright flashes glared. A minute had passed, with Kylian and (name) capturing their own pictures of the twins before they situated themselves towards the wall.

Holstering each twin on their hip, Rena on (name’s) and Maya on Kylian’s— the family beamed.

(name) pressed the side of her face against Rena’s, her little arm wrapped around her shoulder. The corners of their mouths turned up as their eyes glinted, (name’s) affectionate hand raised to the back of Rena’s head. Both Kylian and Maya shared a closed eye smile, their pearly whites showing. Kylian cradled her tiny hand in his and held it to his chest.

“Say cheese!”

Kylian held his breath, edging closer to (name) and stared ahead, resisting the urge to blink. He settled to find comfort between his family, his daughters to his right and left and his wife, beside him. Kylian's grin grew wider, his eyes filled with stars just as his mother’s phone emitted a flare, forever capturing this moment with his family.

[yipeewahoo]

thank you for all the warm wishes . rehersal today had ended. i am so mMuch Pain

pray for me . new semester tuesday and TEN TO SEVEN BAND REHERSALS SUN-MON😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 <- gogng to die

[tinyidle]

in (the summer) heat - jyh x yn x cjh

Summary: the heat in rabat is intense, and you wish to get a break and feel like the people you work for instead of cleaning their pools. fortunately for you, two handsome men grant your wish for you without you even asking.

Characters/Pairing: yunho x fem!reader x jongho

AU/Trope info: slice of life, strangers to lovers

Genre: smut, pwp

Word Count: 2.2k words

Warnings: coercion/peer pressure (consensual), foreplay: heavy petting/fondling, fingering, double-penetration (p in v + fellatio ft. deepthroating), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (ofc don't do it), doms!jongho and yunho, sub! reader

Rating: M for mature

A/N: about two months overdue.. and i have even more in the drafts fifth submission to @wonderlandnet, tagging @strayteezsimp

it was the beginning of the afternoon, and you'd been cleaning pools since five in the morning, but still, you were getting paid for it, and your boss wasn't really giving you any breaks.

you were cleaning your last pool before going home for the day, and you were glad about it, too. all you wanted to do was go home, shower, and sleep. you'd been doing this for quite a few months now, so it wasn't a problem to do, but the fact that you were sweating and tired and your legs felt like they were going to collapse from the hot, humid weather was something that made it hard.

so far, all the hotels that you've cleaned pools in were all pretty basic and normal. but this one…well, this one was huge and luxurious, with beautiful decorations and the best views of the city. and you couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the rich people who got to stay in the hotel and experience it for themselves.

just as you were getting ready to leave, you heard voices and footsteps behind you, which startled you. you looked up, and your heart began to pound fast, your face turning hot.

they were none other than choi jongho and jung yunho, famous singers of a famous group who were currently on tour. you didn't think you'd ever meet them, but you've listened to their songs and hoped to see them perform on stage one day. however, since you were on the clock, you decided to continue dong work as normal.

later on that day, you got a call from your manager. "hello?" you answered. your manager said that for the next couple of days you would be getting paid extra to, not clean pools, but to help out two hotel guests who wanted you specifically. being a bit skeptical but also happy that you were getting paid to not be in the hot sun cleaning water garbage, you took the offer and got ready for tomorrow, as per instruction from the two guests.

the next day passed, and you were wondering who called for you specifically at the pool area where anyone could walk in. then you saw them: jung yunho and choi jongho. you were both starstruck and confused. what are they doing here?

you shyly did you best to greet yourself. "h-hi," you greeted yourself, along with stating your name.

they gave you a kind smile and introduced themselves to you. "hey, im yunho, and this is jongho. we're going to be your bosses for the next few days," yunho stated. when you gave a sort of confused look, he explained. "do you know why we asked for only you here? why we asked for you for more than one day? why we reserved the pool for two hours for each day we have with you?" you shook your head, feeling more out-of-the-loop then ever before.

jongho, whose been staring at you the entire time, spoke up. "we saw you the other day, and, even though it sounds crazy," he chuckled to himself before finishing off his point, "we want to get to have some fun with you."

"if you want to, that is," yunho pointed out, wanting you to feel at ease and not all pressured for sex.

this had to be the craziest thing you were asked of by a client, especially since clients barely gave you the time of day. you, a regular pool cleaner, caught the attention of, not one, but two handsome and famous men… and they want you? this had to be some time of joke. but, if it was, then why were they giving you that look? that look that makes your insides heat up and your mind go crazy, that look that you've only seen in those romantic dramas that you've watched?

"um," you stuttered. "what-what did you guys have in mind?"

yunho grinned. "since no is allowed to come here except for us three, we could do whatever we like."

"and since we personally requested you," jongho added, "you can do what we like, and in return we'll do what you like. almost like a mutual exchange."

the older nodded. "so, what do you say, pup?" your cheek tinged dark at the cute yet slightly suggestive pet name. "want to give us a shot?"

you gave them a smile and nodded. "yes," you agreed. you had a feeling this was going to be a lot of fun.

yunho's face lit up, while jongho gave you a sultry, teasing look. "good choice," the younger cooed.

without much warning, the two gave you a kiss on either side of your cheeks. jongho looked down at your casual clothing before asking, "do you have on a swimsuit like requested?"

you nodded, making the older hum in satisfaction. "so, you don't mind us taking your top and sweats off?" you shook your head in confirmation, allowing the two to discard your clothes (along with their own), leaving all three of you in swim attire before stepping into the warm pool. "you're really cute, pup," he praised as he came closer, his body just centimeters away from yours.

you were about to speak, but stopped when jongho suddenly put his hands on your waist, squeezing it. "i bet he's not the only one who thinks that," he mused. he leaned down and gave your lips a small kiss, before kissing down to your neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin, earning a low whimper from you.

yunho moved closer, moving a hand down to cup your core, gently massaging it. he gave you a deep kiss, which was different from the younger's, as yunho's was more passionate and sensual, while jongho was a little rough, a little more dominant, but still very good. the two's hands felt all over your body, from your shoulders to your back and your legs. their hands felt cool against your warm skin, which made you sigh, a sigh that was muffled by yunho's mouth.

suddenly, the two's hands stopped, and yunho and jongho's lips left yours. you looked up, curious as to why they had stopped. jongho chuckled and pecked your lips before he started, "you're already enjoying this, aren't you?"

yunho, who was behind you, nodded. "you're so cute, and you have a great body," he praised, making you blush.

"and since this is our first time together," jongho added, leaning into your ear and whispering, "i think we go slow, right hyung?"

yunho simply nodded while using one of his large hands to massage your left breast while his other went back to your core again, gently teasing it. jongho's hands were still on your waist, and they felt firm and secure, which was comforting.

you couldn't stop yourself from moaning at the new stimulation, with jongho and yunho's actions causing a small pool of arousal to form in you. the two smirked at each other.

"you like this, baby?" yunho questioned. "you like when we tease you?"

"use your words, honey," jongho purred, leaning in closer and whispering into your ear, "don't be afraid to tell us what you want." your mind was going a million miles an hour, and all you could do was pant and moan and nod. jongho clicked his tongue. "what did i just say, baby?" he teased, lightly nibbling at the shell of your ear.

yunho, who had now removed his hand from your core and was instead groping your ass, whispered, "be a good pup for us, okay?" you nodded. "then say, 'thank you for being so nice and touching me.'"

you felt a small pout appear on your face, but did as the two said, earning a smile and kiss from the older and the younger, respectively.

"you're such a good girl for us, honey," jongho praised.

"we're very lucky to have found such a cute, polite puppy," yunho added.

you could only whine, causing the two to chuckle.

"do you want us to make you cum, puppy?" jongho questioned.

"yes, please," you breathed out.

he smirked in response, "well, if you insist." before you could even react, jongho and yunho's mouths were all over you, and you were in heaven.

yunho's hand that was previously on your core had moved inside your bikini bottoms to massage your clit. the other was on your left breast, his hand gently kneading the soft flesh and playing with your nipple. jongho was still teasing your neck, but his free hand had moved up to play with your right breast. you let out a long, loud moan as you felt yourself get closer and closer to climax.

"god, puppy, you sound so good," yunho complimented.

jongho nodded and added, "we're so lucky to have such a sexy and submissive girl like you." the younger then leaned into your ear and whispered, "cum for us, sweetie. we want to see how much of a good baby you are."

and just like that, you were done for. with a final scream, you came all over yunho's fingers. he kept his hand there until you were completely finished, then brought his hand to his mouth, licking up your juices. "you taste amazing," yunho mused, his eyes dark and hungry.

"and we've only just begun," jongho chuckled before giving your neck one last kiss, going up to your ear to whisper. "we're gonna make sure this is the best pool experience you've ever had."

..

all three of you were now naked as plain day, with you currently having your mouth used by jongho and yunho stretching your cunt to oblivion, all while you were on your hands and knees. both men's cocks were huge, and you sort of wished your mouth would be stretched less from jongho's length while wishing yunho would go easier on the depth. nevertheless, you weren't at all complaining.

"you're so tight, baby," yunho groaned, thrusting himself into you at a faster pace. "so tight and wet."

jongho grunted, almost in agreement. "and her mouth is so hot, soft and warm. she's perfect."

your mind was going blank and hazy, and the only thing you could do was moan and cry out. the two men were doing a great job at pleasing you, and you were grateful to be the one they laid their eyes on.

jongho's thrusts were fast and deep, and you knew he was close by the way he was starting to tremble. you could feel yourself getting close, too, and from the sounds of yunho's labored breaths and grunts, he was, too. "shit, baby, im gonna cum," jongho growled.

"same here," yunho panted as his thrusts become less rhythmic and more erratic.

both men were now using you as their dump, and it was turning you on immensely. it wasn't long before the two of them were reaching their highs.

"oh, fuck, baby, im cumming!" jongho grunted, his body stiffening as he came in your mouth.

yunho was soon after. "shit, pup! im cumming!" he gasped, his whole body convulsing as he released inside of you.

as soon as the two finished, they pulled out and let go of your hair, letting you take a deep breath. they gave you a few seconds to regain your bearings before pulling you up, bringing you to a hug.

after a minute or two, the two pulled out of you and moved you to the next position. jongho was laying on a bench while you rode him with your back facing him, and yunho was jerking himself off to the sight of you in front of him. "god, baby, you're so pretty," the older cooed, stroking himself slowly.

"i love it when i see my cock go in and out of you," jongho purred. "fuck, you're so tight and hot, and you make such pretty noises." he moved his hips up into yours in a faster pace, holding you down to make you truly feel him.

you whimpered, feeling your second orgasm coming close.

"come on, pup, cum for us," yunho whispered. "let me see you cum all over jongho's cock."

and just like that, you felt yourself reach another high.

"thats it, baby, cum," jongho grunted. "such a good girl."

"you're so good for us," yunho cooed, reaching his second high, cumming all over your chest and stomach.

it wasn't long before jongho came in you, pulling your back to him so he could hold you while waiting for his length to soften before carefully pulling out of you.

yunho got a towel from the rack and wiped his release off your chest before helping jongho clean up your center cautiously. once that was done, the two held you close, kissing and caressing your face and hair.

continuing to hold you to make sure your aftershocks subside, he praised you"you're amazing, and we're so glad you agreed to this," jongho sighed.

"im glad, too," you panted.

the two kissed you one last time before taking you back to your room in the hotel, and, since it was late, they decided to stay with you.

it was the best pool experience ever, and you couldn't wait to do it again.

[gorgeouslypink]

Hello Pink! This isn't a void success story but this is something really exciting that happened. I was in a pretty rough place in my life. I was part of the "popular" group but my friends decided that to ignore me and ditch me basically. I was honestly really upset about it and I cried a lot and I really wanted to (still want to) enter the voif but methods weren't working and I was depressed and I had no friends. I saw your post and I was really excited to see you back and watched that quantum jump video and it was honestly really cool and motivated me a lot. In my recommendations a video for quantum jump meditations by Brian Scott (the 8 hour Remix version) came and it was late so I decided to just listen to it as I slept. I did the first meditation part until it went to the music and I fell asleep sometime then and I woke up without my headphones on so I didn't listen to it the entire night but so many things happened. First, a causal friend I had reached out to me and asked if I wanted to hang out and we had so much fun and she introduced me to her friends and we all have plans to hang out some more. Also I got a message in a group chat with my old friends where one of them apologized to me and said what they did was messed up and then left the group chat and then messaged me and told me that they just decided that I wasn't "cool enough." Basically all of them are super sexual and liked to do things with boys but personally I just feel like I want to have a deep connection with someone first and things like that and I never looked down on them or anything but they would pressure me and finally ig they decided I was just a loser and so she explained all that to me and said she was kind of peer pressured but she felt bad and she apologized so we're friends again. I genuinely feel like I quantum leaped. I went from having no friends and being depressed to having a really fun day and meeting a new friend group and getting an apology and reconciling with an old friend in one night. I'll listen to it again and give you updates. I'm going to set the intention to quantum leap into a reality where I always wake up in the void state. Thank you for reading.

omgosh this is so amazing and im so happy for you love!! im really sorry for what you went through and im so glad you were able to meet a better friend group. keep me updated!! 💗

the video they're talking about:

[reineydraws]

Hi! I don’t know if you’re accepting asks about your Soryuu Sensei Hakuji au, but I love it and was curious—Hakuji nearly got caught drinking blood in the first section, so how does he go about hiding the fact that he can’t digest human food? Knowing the Kamados I bet they’ve peer pressured him about joining them for dinner a million times, so would Hakuji just have to come up with a series of increasingly ridiculous excuses, or would he get stuck eating with them and just have to take the L and deal with the tummy ache later? Figures people would start to get suspicious if nobody has seen this boy eat in literally years lmao does he have a way to get around that?🤍

ah yes im happy to receive questions about soryuu sensei hakuji! im glad ur enjoying it 🥰

yknow this entire time ive just been imagining him as some sort of basement cryptid? the same way that kids dont really think abt their teachers existing outside of a space, i figured hakuji was probably attached to his basement dojo like that.

youre right tho, the kamados have probably tried to strong arm their kids' 18yo-lookin' soryuu sensei to dinner. 😂 i think probably tanjuro and kie know he's not human and just roll with it, similar to how tanjiro thinks hakuji's a vampire but leaves it alone cuz "he smells like a good person." he's gotta inherit it from somewhere!

they prob get him to come over and just tell their kids he's got a sensitive stomach and hakuji just grabs onto the lifeline with both hands and doesnt question it lol. hakuji has, however, still taken the L and suffered through some cupcakes from the younger ones bc he couldnt say no. tanjiro caught him hurling out back later and decided to help him out from then on (and also added a bullet point to his "hakuji-sensei is a vampire" list).

[a-whispering-echo]

For the Death's Row AU, any chance we could get a look at exactly what led Killer to ending up on the Row? We got a look at Dust and Horror's, and I can't deny I'm very curious how Killer's looks as well 👀

Your art is super cool and I'm thriving on the story for this au so far! Im glad I stumbled upon it :)

oh absolutely! ive been waiting for someone to ask, hehe!

So, Killer was raised in a a slum/house thing with 12 other people, maybe they were his family, maybe they weren't, who knows. Regardless, one of the other kids in the slum started to pick on him.

They were younger than him, and for a while, Killer just kinda ignored them, assuming it was a little kid just trying to make friends in a shitty way, but, as the years went on, this kid started outright ABUSING him, in horrible, HORRIBLE ways - any way you can think of someone being abused? Yeah, this kid did it. They outright tortured him, for their entire childhood.

Killer went to the police, and tried to report what was happening to him, so many times, and each time, he was laughed at and told to stop wasting their time; a kids picking on you? yeah right, piss off kid.

It gets to the point where this kid forced Killer to watch as they beat someone to a pulp, before they drag Killer over, and tells him to kill them, its in his name, after all! and, they threaten, if they don't, they'll kill him.

anyway, Killer does it. That's his first kill, and miraculously, he doesn't get caught for it.

The abuse goes on an on and on, years and years of gaslighting into believing himself a weapon, and 'peer pressure' on max, until, he snaps and kills his abuser.

he ends up just fucking loosing it after that, with a 'fuck it' attitude, hes gonna get caught anyway, and kills a bunch of people that he believes were complacent in the abuse. he ends up killing 4 people, including the kid, before hes caught.

In court, Killer tries to defend himself, explaining the abuse he suffered for YEARS, and the help he was denied. but the courts found him guilty of murder, after all, his 'abuser' was a minor; he must be lying, and, even if he wasn't, that doesn't change anything.

So, onto death row he goes.

He can be sassy and unserious most of the time, but there's an aura of wrongness to him.

He uses that uses his 'personality' to hide what hes feeling but also when hes snooping for information. His only really motivation is to avoid boredom; hes very much trying to avoid being left alone with himself and his thought, cus that's when he starts to spiral:

He doesn't care that he murdered, and doesn't regret it; in fact he found it thrilling. He REALLY struggles with emotions, finds it hard to feel things deeply, and to recognise WHAT hes feeling, but he doesn't regret it! He doesn't feel... bad about what he did to... to those innocent people... NO! he really doesn't!

He also very much wants power, after so long without any, and being told that he was *supposed* to kill, that was all he was - hes named 'Killer' for god sake!

He just wants to feel alive. Even if, just for.. a little while...

He know to cause physical fights all the time with other inmates, doing to as an outlet for those emotions he definitely doesn't feel, but also as a way to climb to the top. He RUNS the Row! HES the one in charge - hes not, that's Nightmare but shh, let him believe that.

He meets Dust and Horror when they're friends, and, always looking for new prey, decides to pick on them.

hes had a few fights with Dust before now, hes partially the reason Dust is in a straightjacket, and Dust is partly the reason hes in handcuff/chains, but he hasn't seen him about for a little while, and, when he sees him again, his little punching back has attached himself to the biggest motherfucker the joint, little shit. Well, Killer decides he should take them down a peg. Horror is a threat to his dominance here, anyway!

(Horror has no clue who this dude is, other than *trouble*. Hes seen the fights this guy get into, and they're not GOOD)

it starts off with Killer picking on them, teasing in that was that's common in his character, and it looks like Horror is gonna defend Dust, as he is wont to do, except, no one was expecting little Dust, who's top of head only reaches Killers EYES, in his straightjacket, restricting him movement, to fucking roundhouse kick Killer in the neck. His arms may be restrained, but his legs sure aren't!

And Killer... runs off to lick his wounds.

Except, he comes back to ick on them. again, and again and again.

Killer is picking on them the way young boys try and 'flirt' with girls they like; pulling on their pigtails. he thinks they're kinda cool, and is envious of their friendship, and wants IN, thing is, he ain't gonna just TELL them that! hes not gonna sit down and ask 'hey can we be friends?' cus that would make him WEAK, so, he pushes them about as an excuse to get close to them.

About a month after the roundhouse kick incident, Killer comes to pick on them again, with a bandage around his throat despite it DENIFETLY being healed by now, and starts boasting about his kill count; four whole people in a single day! and hes expecting them to look up at him, scared or maybe admiring.

Hes not expecting Dust to look at Horror, make that little smile people make when they're making fun of someone - that 'oh my god this guy' face - and...laughs? Hes giggling like a madman, and even Horror looks amused, when Dust says "Four?!" and Killers like '??? yeah, four whole people, dead cus of me!' which just makes Dust laugh harder.

Dust has recently been made aware of his accidental kill count, and while he still cant get his head around most of it and forgets a lot of it, he knows he killed a dozen in a matter of like, a couple hours, and he knows Horror killed 5 people, cut them up and COOKED them, and FED THEM to starving people!

Four murders is PATHETIC.

Killer tries to reclaim his pride, and is sort of going like 'well, yeah, but uh like-' and Dust just keeps laughing at him, and at that point Killer flushed bright red and.. leaves.

Im gonna stop here, cus ive written A LOT! But, they find Killer int the bathroom :)

(im very gladyou like my art and works! it means the world that i can entertain someone at least for a little while with my stuff, and that fact you take time out of your day to appreciate them and compliment me is just... auugh <3 <3!)

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

People Are Strange (ROTTMNT VAMPIRE AU)

OMG, IM GONNA THROW UP SO MICH INFO ON YOU GUYS IM SO SORRY BUT VAMPIRES ARE ON THE BRAIN AND THEY MAKE ME DO THINGS

A TAD bit inspired off of Lost Boys, so it's got that 80s cliche/grunge to it - also @m0nster-fluffer TOTALLY didn't encourage or inspire me to finally write all this stuff out... Totally not 👀

This is inspired by a Roleplay idea I came up with... But was never able to act out so I'm glad I was able to write some if the stuff down!

BASICALLY... It's just like the brothers and MAYBE April (but I think she'll just be a normal human they let tag along, and maybe she does some of their... Hunting for them) are vampires, usually come out late at parties or do their own thing, riding around on motorcycles, being nuisance to many, and threats to others.

I feel if it were a scenario, it'd probably go one (or your whole group, depends on if you want your character to already know the guys or not) of the Roleplayers moves into this small secluded town where all this happens, and somehow gets wrapped up in meeting the four weirdos + April, and then starts discovering the creepy and spooky blah blah ect.

The Hamato Brothers are something no one wants to be around with, cause eventually, you go missing. You get lost. Never to be found, it's kind of difficult when their very... Persuasive.

Basic twist/plot for this whole thing: Everyone in this town but you know the guys are vampires. You and your family have no clue until you find out why the people of this town don't want you to leave, try to keep you trapped in this so called, happy, campy, little peace of heaven off somewhere deep in the woods. You're new meat- new faces. New prey.

The guys had started getting more relentless and more brash toward the townsfolk until you showed up... They can't just give you up that easy.

(And my rant about what I think the guys would be like HEE)

Raphael Raph is one of the more docile of his brothers, he isn't as peer pressuring or over energetic as his other three, usually he's like that big brother 'come on, leave em alone' energy if he can see someone getting stressed over his brothers trying to get them to jump like- twenty feet from the beach pillars. But, as much as he seems like a chill dude, his vampirism is... Different. When he's mad, he isn't afraid to let you know. He can get aggressive and almost animalistic, a LOT of 'accidents' involving people can be from Raphs... Temper-tantrums.

Any vampire powers? Yes! The guy is a total brute, and it's not just for show. He could lift two trucks with both hands with absolute ease if he wanted to.

Leonardo Oh yikes, one of the brothers that a LOT of people tend to be persuaded by. Leo has the tendency to make some of the riskier decisions and ideas of the group, just to see how freaked out they can get new comers, what makes em run away screaming. It makes it more enjoyable for him. He loves- and I mean LOVES a chase once in a while, even if it spreads out into an entire week, he doesn't stop, as long as your in his town, his territory, you can't escape him or his brothers.

Leo's vampirism is one of the MANY faults and reasons the brothers have almost been caught. The guy pushes and tests limits like the little ass he is and waits to see what happens. Raphs killed people, sure, but Leo's killed people, critters, and he tends to leave them on people's doorsteps just to freak them out- especially if they've pissed him off. Or he's... Taken a liking to you.

His actions have gotten him locked up in the Church by the people a few times. And even though he continues to do it, he HATES getting chained up cause he's stuck their for a damn week, and all his brothers do is ridicule, taunt, or scold him. Any vampire powers? Yes! Leo's got some kind of... Trance inducing powers - it isn't like it is in shows or movies. It's a lot more... Subtle than that. It's he can make his point or voice sound more alluding, more conniving, and it almost feels like you can't refuse the guy.

Donatello. The lesser known of the vampire brothers, Donnie is extremely quiet and keeps to himself. And not in a shy way, this guy's seemingly resting bitch-face/death glare looks like he's looking directly through you and into your deepest darkest fears. He probably is.

But once you get to know him - as rare as it is unless he decides you're worth his time, he's still pretty blunt and cold, and he's almost cruel in some way. You can see some dark joy behind his eyes watching you get scared or squirm under his cold arm over your shoulder.

He doesn't seem like it, but he's got that persuasion and slight bloodlust that his twin Leo has. He just more collected about it. He tends to be the one who doesn't cause much of the missing accidents, (he's much more intelligent to clean and hide a crime scene, please, the man isn't a reckless idiot like his brothers.) But the one or two he's done are because someone pissed him off. The someone is his twin. Those two get in nasty- and I don't put it lightly when I say NASTY fights. Ranging from verbal to physical, it's rare that they actually get along so much so that they barely even talk to each other cause it ends in yelling or biting and scratching.

Any vampire powers? Yes! Same as his twin, maybe he dpes it more with that smolder or look he has rather than his voice, but it still gets the job done.

Michelangelo

And finally, the youngest of the Hamatos, Mikey. Of course, don't let that fool you. This vampire tends to be the most welcoming of newcomers out if all his brothers, while he's eerily sweet and calm, it does the trick to put people's minds at ease and get them to join their little rag-tag group.

He's usually the one you'd go to if you feel on edge about everything, him and Raph being more docile to newcomers before they decide to pounce.

While he gives on the laid-back persona... Don't get him mad or threaten his brothers. It'd like a whole new creature from the deepest darkest part of your soul is unleashed if you get on this vampires nerves.

And he's fast. They all are. Don't get me wrong, but the stealth this guy has sneaking and sprinting through woods. You're not gonna escape.

Any vampire powers? Yes! Super speed and levitation! The levitation is usually on his part - meaning he's the one floating around a few feet of ground and picking things up of the floor a few feet away from him. But he can pick people up if he decides he's too tired or annoyed to chase.

[acidrefluxblog]

i haven’t gotten around to polishing my blog in the month since my friends peer pressured me into making a social media account, and i want you to know that your banner is an inspiration

also oneshot and deltarune and quality art LET’S GOOOOO

THANK YOU!!! IM GLAD SOMEONE LOVES MY BANNER! I remember my friend saw it and was like, "wtf is this" and I was like, "its peak"

[lunadreamscaper]

theres so much irony to how i was targeted back in the day for what i was 😭 (homophobic but weirdly in denial of it????)

going through an old discord server from 2017 and someone i was "friends" with would intentionally send Ghost x Toast fan art to upset me.

anyways i'm queer now (always was but didnt know or was in denial) but now I also don't like seeing Ghost x Toast content now bc of... well trauma 😭 bc the mormon cult stuff wasnf bad enough.

people are so cool!/sar

i do feel bad for how i acted and genuinely wished i didn't act the way i did. i just wish someone came and just, talked to me, instead of ... what happened. but tbf a lot of the people who came after me were a lot of people who were peer pressured which also sucks. that whole thing was wild.

but anyways dont harass people. (especially minors lmao) block em and move on. optionally you could try talking to them, that sometiems works but if it doesnt then yeah block em and move on.

i kinda wanna talk to that person about this bc we left off on a weird note and i've interacted witrh them recentlyish but eh.

also genuinely no hate to anyone who ships or like Ghost x Toast! I'm glad people can like that ship and be fucking normal about it 😭

im sure i could appreciate that ship nowadays if it werent for other factors herrgrghhghh (but also spite/hj) but also i dont really see their relationship as romantic regardless ? just personal preference and thats okay. people are allowed to have a difference in opinion!

[our-aroace-experience]

my aro (maybe ace?) experience is believing that I must have a crush on this guy, then proceeding to date him for over a year out of a combination of peer pressure, denial and people pleasing, then realising I am incredibly bored, can't hold a conversation properly with him, dread spending time with him and even just kissing him feels uncomfortable, until it gets so uncomfortable that I break up with him and I should be feeling relief but it still hurts because I want to remain friends but I don't understand why rejection is so awful or how it feels, I feel like a shitty person for leading him on for so long, and i want him to be happy but I'm scared I've just destroyed one of the few things that made his life happy because I couldn't realise my feelings earlier

also the intense loneliness and despair that my friends don't really care about me and I'm never going to get a girlfriend (or boyfriend even), the idea of living with one specific person for the rest of your life and only them unless u have kids (spoiler I won't) doesnt make sense to me but im scared that im so bad at making friends and that none of my friends are ever close enough to be "besties", so I'll end up dying alone in a house with too many plants because why would anyone choose me as their number 1 person, especially when romance causes people to drop everything and everyone

I have had a lot of doubts about my sexuality cus I really really want to be lesbian but my brain just doesn't seem to get crushes on anyone, so aro is the identity that fits best (cupioromantic specifically)

I really needed to rant lately thank you so much for having a blog like this sending platonic hugss

i’m glad getting your feelings out was helpful! sending platonic hugs back!