#phone addiction recovery

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How to Fight Phone Addiction

Smartphones, with their constant connection to information and entertainment, can easily become a crutch in our modern lives. If you find yourself struggling to put your phone down, you're not alone. Many people battle phone addiction, but the good news is there are effective techniques for recovery.

Understanding Your Usage:

Track Your Time: The first step is awareness. Utilize built-in phone features or download apps that track your daily and weekly phone usage. Identifying peak usage times and the apps that hold your attention most is crucial.

Setting Boundaries and Taking Control:

Schedule Phone-Free Zones: Designate specific times and locations where your phone is off-limits. This could be during meals, work hours, or before bed. Consider placing your phone in a different room when charging at night to avoid the temptation of late-night scrolling.

Utilize Digital Wellbeing Tools: Most smartphones offer built-in digital wellbeing features. Explore options like app timers to limit usage of specific apps, notification controls to minimize distractions, and grayscale mode to make your phone less visually stimulating.

Replacing Unhealthy Habits with Meaningful Activities:

Find Alternatives: Identify activities you enjoy that don't involve your phone. Reconnect with loved ones, engage in physical hobbies like going for a walk or playing a sport, delve into a book, or pursue a creative outlet.

Making Your Phone Less Appealing:

Simplify Your Homescreen: Remove unnecessary apps that tempt you to waste time. Organize the remaining apps into folders for a cleaner look and minimize clutter.

Rewarding Progress and Building Sustainability:

Set Achievable Goals: Start with small, achievable goals for reducing phone usage and gradually increase the difficulty as you progress. Reward yourself for reaching milestones to stay motivated on your journey.

Additional Tips for Long-Term Success:

Find an Accountability Partner: Enlist a friend or family member to support you in your quest to curb phone addiction. Share your goals and hold each other accountable for reducing screen time.

Invest in a Dedicated Alarm Clock: Break the habit of using your phone as an alarm and reclaim your mornings. A traditional alarm clock allows you to wake up without the immediate pull of social media or emails.

Explore Relaxation Apps: Consider using apps designed for relaxation and stress relief. Guided meditations, calming soundscapes, or mindfulness exercises can help you unwind without resorting to your phone.

Digital Detox: Challenge yourself to a digital detox – a temporary break from your phone. Start with a few hours, a day, or even a weekend to experience the benefits of being disconnected and reconnecting with the world around you.

Remember, overcoming phone addiction takes time and consistent effort. Don't get discouraged by setbacks. Celebrate your victories, and gradually incorporate these techniques into your daily routine. By taking back control of your phone usage, you can reclaim your time, focus on real-world connections, and experience a more mindful and fulfilling life.

[our-inspire-verse]

I feel as if I've genuinely currently solved my phone addiction. I no longer crave Screen. I simply use it when there is down time and idly scrolling is a gentle way to reset my headspace while i need to pass time.

Also i laid down and read a book, not by force, not by other urges outside of my own want, just simply because the words pulled me forward again. This is massive for those not aware. Anyone who recognizes me can acknowledge i have not comfortably held a book since early highschool. It has been a near decade since it hooked me, let alone with so much vigor.

I am through the roof. I am joyful. I am in recovery, at last. My infirmary is not the muddy cave that exists in headspace, i am not unsafe in my bodily surroundings and i am finding that healing alone and without resource truly is agonizing, and much much slower and nearly impossible.

The mere act of putting neosporin on a wound nearly closed it in the span of 6 hours, where i anticipated having the injury for weeks, watching in pain as it shifted about my chin and reopened at any opportunity. It had stopped hurting within the hour of application.

Never have i ever kept up with showers or brushing my teeth or food, not even when my mom pretended to be on top of it before i turned 7, when my brother arrived and all constant attention was divided. I was not ignored in my entirety, but i was forgotten a bit and i cannot tell you whether thats better or worse than if i had been. All i can say is it hurt a bit.

Now, my pains are being treated with care and as truths. My mind is resting and processing as needed. Time is finally passing more normally, and I'm starting to recognize myself in the mirror. Some say it gets worse before it gets better. It does. And I'm so, so fond of the spikes of suffering in doing so

[thedarksideofthesuns]

another one

[juleteinthrum]

Mitten being the actual responsible alter and taking care of me when phone addiction takes over.

[elaurianwellness]

Doing The Things

Doing The Things...staying fairly phone free and seeing the benefits.

It’s not surprising but still a little disturbing how much more I’m able to do since deleting social media off my phone and making the effort to leave my phone itself in the hall. Half my to do list is done. I’ve been writing loads and using my laptop to look shit up instead of always reaching for my phone. I’ve been knitting and cooking and occasionally feeling bored. Yay! To feel boredom…

[mental-space-x]

What does happiness mean to you?

Describe your definition of happiness I found this writing prompt on another site and it got me thinking. We all, myself in particular, search our whole lives for happiness but would we actually recognise it if we found it? Is each person’s idea of happiness as unique as they are? Let’s see… My idea of happiness, first and foremost is a sense of complete peace. My mind is not racing, not…

[deelitefulrecovery]

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[patriarchyslut18]

I'm a proud gender traitor, even to my own friends. Story time...

Most of my friends don't know i've abandoned feminism and actively crave and support right wing, misogynistic men. I got lunch with a long time friend a couple months ago who started complaining about her boyfriend, apparently she thought he might be cheating on her and to top it off, she says that one time she was blowing him, he held her down on it without air while he came, despite her fighting to push him off. She said how it was basically sexual assault and how she wanted to break up with him because he was becoming more and more abusive due to a porn addiction. Slapping her during sex, spanking harder, choking her, spitting on her etc. I kind of nodded along with her, still trying to not expose my real thoughts to a close friend.

Fast forward a few weeks, i go out to drinks with this same friend. She was telling me she'd started withholding sex as punishment to him, they'd gone from sex most days to once a week and she said it was working, he was tamer during sex, less abusive and she was starting to enjoy it more. The whole time i was thinking about this poor man, this entitled bitch (one of my closest friends) thought she was better than him, that she could control him, a man. I hate women like this now. She is what's wrong with the world. So as the night goes on, we drink more and more, get pretty wasted but i encourage her to have more than me and she's not a girl who needs much encouraging to drink, so she gets blackout wasted, i'm pretty drunk but not so bad that i can't function. I call her BF and ask him to come pick us up from the bar, i can tell over the phone he's pissed that she got so drunk. He arrives and helps me put her in the back seat, out cold. I get in the front and we drive back to their place. I was angling my cleavage to him the whole ride home, flirting, telling him how great of a boyfriend he was to help her. Praising everything about him.

We pull up to their apartment block, we both carry her to the elevator, to their door and into their apartment, taking her and laying her in the recovery position on their bed. As we put her there, he's gotten sick of the work it's taken to move her and i took the opportunity to fan the flames. Apologizing to him, agreeing that she's selfish for making him baby her and that i feel sorry for him, that he doesn't deserve to have to put with it. That she doesn't deserve him. That she's become more selfish and entitled lately and i don't know why i'm still friends with her. Saying anything to connect us against her. I finally get what i want, he calls her a bitch, i agree without hesitation, encouraging him to let his hate for her flow. We go back and forth, talking about the things she does that annoy us, every little bad thing she's ever done. I'm so close to him on the couch by this point, my legs up resting against his. My hand on his leg, he puts his hand on my knee, i start to make out with him, straddle him, grind on him as we do. I was insta wet from his big hands groping at my ass. I slide down, taking his pants with me, kneeling between his legs and get to work sucking his cock. i didn't hold back, i gagged myself without him needing to, told him to slap me, he did, i told him harder, he almost knocked me over. I kept sucking, trying harder the rougher he was to me, wanting to reward him for abuse, make him forget all the shit my friend was trying to teach him. He grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my face without me even asking, i could tell he had so much pent up aggression and desire that my bitch firend wasnt letting him release. He pulled me off his cock and threw me over the couch in one motion, even though he's much bigger than me, his strength still surprised me, i felt like a ragdoll. He moved behind me and fucked my brains out, spanking me red, pulling my hair, choking me. I moaned the types of moans you just can't make up or suppress, the type of moans you only get from being completely lost in the moment. This whole time we can hear my friend snoring from the bedroom, the door was open and neither of us cared or made any effort to try and be quiet. Neither of us cared if she woke up. She deserved this, she did this to herself, thinking she was better than him. He didn't even warn me before he buried himself balls deep and pumped his load inside me, choking me with both hands as he did. He didn't have to, he knew i was his toy.

Finally he pulled out of me and i could barely move, leaking his cum, my whole body in a mixture of overwhelming pleasure and pain. He told me i was better than her which gave me such an intense feeling of pride and happiness. I told him he deserved a girl who would submit to his needs.

Eventually i slept on the couch, he went to bed. Two weeks after, i get messages from my friend telling me she's sure he's cheating, he's gone back to his old ways of being disrespectful. I showed him these texts the next time i saw him (that day) and got him to read out the whole conversation while i sucked his cock. He was fucking me on the side almost every day since that night. Every time i encouraged his abusive side to come out, made him know that it was okay, that is was his right as a man to do what he wanted. We would laugh at her behind her back.

Fast forward to last night. I get a tirade of messages and missed calls from my long time friend. She found out i was draining her man's balls religiously. It was his apartment so she got thrown out (lol), i ignored her and went to be his toy again that very night, finally staying the night.

She may have been one of my best friends for nearly 10 years, but I can get new friends, and i'll probably fuck their boyfriends and husbands too. I think i've developed a homewrecking kink from this. Nothing turns me on more than betraying my own gender and serving superior men.

No friendship, no matter how close or long it is, feels better than serving an alpha male's throbbing abusive cock.

[atleastitsnotherpes]

Day 1

I deleted all social media apps from my phone except instagram because I use that to talk to friends. The amount of times I have gotten on my phone to just scroll is insane. I’m literally addicted to that stupid magic rock.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Ghostwriter was really asking for soup time at this point.

He had apologized for his first Christmas truce before, last year he even convinced Clockwork to help him make a copy of the original work he had ruined.

So why in god’s gracious earth did he wake up to Amity Park being in a hallmark movie.

Danny glared as the people milled about the center of town like they haven’t since the portal opening.

It was unnerving, the only thing really missing from the equation was some out of town love interest or something.

“Hey, excuse me.”

Tall and built with black hair and blue eyes.

Oh you got to be-

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Dick tried to make himself look more charming as the guy he approached turned around.

When he heard that the justice league were getting concerning calls about a town In Illinois, he saw an out from the Christmas gala.

Sure Dick enjoyed the season, but the fact that he has to spend a large amount of the winter season putting up a front as the perfect firstborn was not something he wanted to do unless he had to.

That being said, the town was a bit unnerving. He hadn’t seen anything supernatural per say but the constant cheer is something he had only ever seen on the silver screen of his home. He had tried to approach several different people only to be met with seasons greetings and promptly ignored when as they ran off to do whatever small towns do for the holidays.

This guy at least wasn’t plastering a smile on his face.

“Hey, excuse me I’m new in town and looking around, my name is-“

“Let me guess, Rupert or Orlando or some shit.”

“What?”

“Well it has to be pompous and annoying. It’s kind of a trend and shit last time I checked.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about man I just wanted to ask-“

The man snorted as he left, throwing over his shoulder with a large amount of snark,

“For a tour around town? A place to stay? A friendly face? Sorry man, man but I’m not interested. The town square is full, ask someone else I have a date with a caffeine addiction.”

Dick watched a bit stupefied as the guy weaves into the ground and out of his eyesight.

“Well he seemed charming.”

Dick raised his phone to the earpiece and sighed,

“Yeah well, he’s the first person who didn’t sound like they weren’t on a script so far. I didn’t even know that midwesterners took Christmas so seriously. How long until you reach town Jay?”

I’m reaching midtown just about now. It looks like Santa took a shit on every-“

There was a sudden squeal of tires as the line cut.

Oh no.

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Jason gasped as he tried to calm his breath glancing at the guy he almost hit on his bike.

Jesus Christ that was close.

“Shit man are you alright?”

“Peachy. Always liked pancakes and all that.”

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Danny felt a blush hit him as the behemoth of a guy let out a snort. It was embarrassing that he didn’t notice the guy until he almost became a smear, the dude was built like a tank and wearing a red helmet.

“I shouldn’t’ve taken that turn that quickly.. sometimes forget I’m not at home.”

“Oh yeah? Where’s home for you?”

“Gotham if you believe that.”

“Explains why you drive like you’re chased by death.”

“You have no idea..”

He took off his helmet with another snort and shake of the head. A white wisp in a sea of black shook out while mirthful blue eyes met his.

Crap..

“Name’s Jason. You are?”

“Nunya,”

The guy raised a brow mildly confused.

“Pardon?”

“Nunyabusinessbye!”

Danny took off before he was done with the sentence. He could feel eyes on his retreat for the second time today.

‘Jesus, smooth recovery Fenton.’

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Tim rubbed his eyes as he listened to his older brothers bicker over the coms.

He couldn’t understand the issue with the surveillance! All the cameras and mics are properly functioning but for some reason everything is corrupted and it’s driving Tim up a wall!

A break, Tim needed a break from this Airbnb and something caffeinated.

~~~~~~~~

‘Just ten minutes, ten minutes and he could get his drink, he could rant to his friends on the group chat afterwards and wait out the story. ‘

And with as much bravo as any tired young adult, he entered the shop.

Danny almost left the cafe as he heard another unfamiliar voice bellow out.

“What do you mean you don’t have coffee, it’s a coffee shop!”

Blue eyes, black hair, surprisingly smaller than the first two and eye bags that could rival Danny some nights.

Danny was done.

Fuck the treaty this was war.

[radiant-reid]

Angel

Summary: Based on 14x09 where BAU!Reader recounts how working the case reminded her of Spencer's addiction

a/n: tbh this is trash, just trying to get some motivation back

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: references to Spencer's Dilaudid addiction

Word Count: 1.1k

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There are flowers on the table. 

That's the first thing Y/n notices and the only thing out of place in their otherwise tidy house. Spencer's always been a clean person. 

The kid clutter- books, coloring pens, tiny shoes, the occasional Lego figure- that clutter, he's proud of.

Next to the vase is a bowl of pasta in a tomato-based sauce, and she guesses because of that, there's at least one child-size shirt soaking in the laundry with a stain on it.

"Hey, beautiful." Spencer makes her jump with his silent footsteps, followed by sudden voice. He touches her shoulders, massaging them softly. 

She turns around, placing a quick kiss on his lips. "Hey. Missed you."

He pulls her forward, resting his head on top of hers. "Missed you too. Glad you made it back safe." 

Things are different since the bureau mandated Spencer take time off as part of his reinstatement after prison. After the births of their three kids, Y/n stayed home, naturally, on maternity leave while Spencer continued going out on cases with the team. In between, and for most of their relationship and marriage, they worked at the BAU, spending almost every minute together. But this is different. Now, Spencer's the one that spends more time in DC, and in his 30 days not working at the BAU, he does an excellent job as a househusband. 

Y/n pulls back, admiring his features for the first time in days."Sleeping angels?" She checks.

He scoffs lightly. "Not so much." She raises her eyebrows, humored. "Water, bathroom, another story, you know how it goes."

She chuckles. "Oh, yeah, I've heard that song before."

"Love them, though." He adds. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving." She turns to the delicious-smelling pasts on the table while his hands stay on her waist. Spencer's learned a lot while being a dad but his learning to cook has been very rewarding for her.

They move to the couch, needing to be closer than they would be if they were sitting at the table. 

Her smile dimmers after she's complimented his cooking, and he's called her beautiful again. It's an easy difference in demeanor to spot for Spencer as a husband rather than a profiler. 

"The case?" Spencer guesses. 

Y/n takes a deep breath in and shrugs. "One like that wouldn't get to me usually." She tries to dismiss her feelings.

He catches it, having used the same technique many times. If it's bothering her, they're going to discuss it. "It was Tara's ex-husband that discovered a pattern?"

"Mm-hmm, uh, Daryl, he brought it to her, thinking there was an angel of death unsub killing people in the recovery community." She recaps, although he already knows from their discussion on the phone. 

Technically, he's only allowed to know the basic details, not offer advice, but as long as Emily doesn't officially know that the occasional case-solving tip comes from Spencer, it's okay.

"What was his vice?" He asks.

Tara didn't want to spill all the details, but Y/n had made a few assumptions. "Alcohol, drugs later, I think." 

"So why was this one more difficult than usual?" Spencer asks, frowning then it hits him. "Oh." 

Y/n feels a pang of guilt in her chest at Spencer's expression contorting. "No, I don't mean-" She pauses, not knowing what to say. Neither can deny that her feelings are connected to what Spencer went through.

"Comparing the victims to me?" He guesses again.

Her selfishness feels even worse than her guilt. "No. Tara had to give a heart-wrenching speech. And we were in very different situations, her and Douglas and you and I, but it made me think about that time." She tries to explain it.

Spencer understands, and he nods solemnly. "We never talk about that in relation to you." He realizes that it's something he feels guilty about.

"I don't like to talk about it." She shrugs. "Just hearing what Tara said struck a chord." She could feel Tara's pain through Emily's repeated words, and it was all too easy to remember the heartbreak of seeing someone she loved struggling.

Spencer takes her hand, squeezing it lightly. "We can talk about it whenever you want, you know?" 

"Not now." She shakes her head. "I missed you." 

He smiles softly, resting against the couch and spreading his arms out. Y/n rests her legs over his and tucks herself under his arm. "I missed you too." He kisses her forehead and holds her closer. Things feel better when they're all under one roof. "Y/n, it's really important to me that you know how much I appreciate you staying through that. You're an angel, you know?"

"Spence." She coos, touching his cheek softly and momentarily getting caught in his eyes. "It wasn't a hard choice to stay with you and support you through that. I love you, and I'll always be here for you."

He takes a deep breath in. "I love you too. I could talk about how grateful I am for you forever, you know?"

"I know." She laughs lightly, having heard those speeches from him more than once. It never gets less heartwarming.

Spencer shuffles slightly, reaching out to take something off the coffee table. She raises her eyebrows until a look of recognition takes over her features. 

"A photo album?" She asks curiously. "Why's that out here?" 

"It's our first." He explains as he opens it, tracing his finger over the cover page. "Tillie wanted to see it." He finds the page he's looking for, showing her a photo of them. 

Y/n grins, looking at it, remembering the exact second it was taken. "You look so little." She coos, touching the glossy picture of them. They're not much older than 25, fresh-faced, innocent, and dressed nicely. Spencer's smiling the adorable smile he still smiles today. It's stayed the same through every challenge they've faced.

"You've always been so beautiful." He mumbles, stroking her hair with his spare hand.

Her cheeks heat as she taps him on the shoulder. "Stop." She whines. 

"Never." He shakes his head. "You're gorgeous, and I'm going to make sure you know it. I have no idea how I got so lucky."

She chuckles, shaking her head. "I'm the one that got lucky, marrying a genius."

"I married a genius too," Spencer claims, and he pulls her even closer to him like there's any chance she wants to move.

"Can we just sit here a while?" She asks as she relaxes more into him. 

He leans down to kiss her forehead. "For as long as you want, angel."

[theastrical]

their reaction when you’re sick.

genshin men reaction when you’re sick.

kaeya/diluc/childe x reader

note: hmmm i don’t know what i write

Kaeya’s reaction when you’re sick.

“hey what’s wrong? you barely talk or even move, anything you wanna share? moodswings?..”, his voice soft, mellow, something you can listen throughout even when you’re asleep.

kaeya is the type of person to be worried in the inside, he can keep his calm which is a good thing, but it kept you wonderingr, “does this man actually love me or is he good at hiding it?”. So when you’re sick, he keep his calm. He buys you medicines and leave for work. Although he seemingly left work early just to take care of you.

He would feed you meals, very slowly just incase you can’t keep up with your usual pace. Silently would observe your behaviour from afar, making sure you’re not consuming anything that would make you much more sick. He would hide your snacks and instant noodles, your sodas or bubble tea. He would also limit your social media screen time by going through your phone, cause you always play with your socials instead of resting. Anything possibly distracting your resting hours is a NO for this man, kaeya only wants you to rest, rest and rest.

The medicines he bought are various, either a herbal tradition medicine he bought from a liyue merchant, a modern capsule of paracetamol, or his hand-made herbal medicines. He made it so bitter that you could easily puke and he would feed the whole thing onto your throat so choking is an understandable respond. somehow his medicine works on you 10 times better than the others though. “My hands are definitely meant for this line of work, also for your recovery..hehe..”

Diluc’s reaction when you’re sick.

“you’re sick again..?”, a silent murmur he made when he saw how weak you are currently.

immediately knows when you’re sick, since he could remember any symptoms that you’ve occurred before. This is something he must remember (he thinks), since he doesn’t want to repeat another same-page of history. So when you’re sick, he didn’t panic, instead, he would let the professionals do the work instead of him, avoiding the worst possibility when he’s the one in charge.

would checked up on you every hour by touching your forehead, caressing your hands, or holding onto your hands. His touch is delicate, like a soft cloud scheming through your skin, not with his leather gloves, just the simple touch of his hands. It makes it hard to resist since diluc’s caresses are addictive, and at some point, you would find yourself waking up in the middle of the night just to search for his touch. “i’m right here…you’re cold..?”, then he would cuddle you, stroking your hair, and kisses your forehead.

when you recover, he would take you out to a fancy dinner, treating you for being good while having to endure bitter medicines or food you don’t even like just to survive another day. He spoils you with gifts and foods that you can’t eat when you’re still sick, it cost thousands of moras but it’s all worth it, at least for the sake to keep his beloved happy.

Childe’s reaction when you’re sick

“you’re not okay, let me help you.”, he would kissed your cheeks afterwards, to let you know that he’s here for you.

He can recognise your sickness just by seeing your pale demeanour and stiff body which is to him, is very visible (you don’t even remember how you usually look like before so he’s insane for that). he would checked it once more by touching your forehead or observing your body response overall, if his observation list are all check-listed then you are indeed sick. He turns into a full time caregiver, he has many job experiences, therefore entrusting yourself to this man is a good choice. In his mind, his number one priority is you, hence he would abandon his duty to take care of you until you fully recover.

He would cook a meal that can compete over 5 stars restaurant. It’s so tasty it’s insane that he made it with his own hands. The food is undeniably healthy, it’s only made with organic ingredients that he picked up from the local farmers, no preservative or artificial ingredients, all made with love using his own groceries. The food doesn’t taste bland, in fact it’s very flavourful, the food itself is already a medicine for his beloved since it consist herbs to strengthen the immune system. He would feed you, wipe your mouth, even help you drink the juice he made to make the recovery process bearable.

The medicines he picked are those that are meant for children but can be consumed for adults too, not capsules, but syrups. So you won’t be able to resist consuming since it doesn’t taste bitter. At some point he would bought the chinese herbs that are strong at taste..but he made the chinese herbs into food instead so it wouldn’t burden your tongue. The recovery speed is steady and fast, his way of making you heal is effectively acclaimed by his brothers and sisters. After every medicine or food you eat, he would kiss your hand and carry you to bed again, covering you with a blanket and help you sleep. Singing a lullaby for you and makes sure that his company helps your heart relaxes.

“rest well, i’m here.”

taglist: @dailypenpen , @daydreaming-paradies

[fungalpieceofextras]

Things I wish I saw more of in living weapon whumpees: a non-comprehensive list from being around actual Marines and army people

They can and will sleep anywhere... except an actual bed. The moment you give them access to an actual bed with a mattress and sheets, their immediate instinct is to make it up in barracks style, not sleep in it. The moment they're expected to sit and wait and/or have no expectations of them, they lean back and enter a light doze.

Caffeine addiction. Usually through pills, sometimes through special caffeinated gum. This pairs with the weird sleeping habits.

When they ARE guaranteed eight hours of rest, at least two of them are spent maintaining equipment/ their uniform if permitted. When they wake, they're up and ready for whatever comes next in under five minutes. This includes making up the bed.

If it's not the bare minimum to keep them functional and armed, they don't have it. This is going to be especially true for LWW's who were raised in the lifestyle and/or brainwashed after abduction from civilian life. Watches, jewellery, spare clothes, even non-obtrusive things to occupy them outside of training like books or a phone are not things they have without stealing or being given a gift by someone around them.

Paired with above, they have no preferences for what they do get. If someone above them fucks up and gives them too-small or too-large clothes, they just make it work and take the punishment they don't deserve at inspection time. If the only toilet is a bucket on the floor, they use it without complaint.

Their language when speaking freely is something the fuck else, like for real the shit that comes out of their pieholes is unbelievable! A "fuck" every other word!

They only speak when spoken to, and when they do, it's in what I like to call a Sir Sandwich: "Sir, [response goes here], Sir", usually in a very flat and (if appropriate) loud tone. "Sir" can be considered gender-neutral in this case and is meant to denote someone in authority, not a masculine someone specifically.

Buzzed hair on men, pixie or chin-length bob on women, though if your LWW is the only woman in a mostly masc environment, buzzing her hair can be a deliberate tactic by her captors/superiors to dehumanize her.

Food aggression. They inhale their food, they never eat anything that takes time or effort to prepare OR to consume (salad, omelette, pancakes/waffles, steak, etc.) and if the situation calls for it they can and will eat with their hands no matter how nasty their hands are. Permission to sit down for more than ten minutes and actually TASTE what they eat should be alien to them during recovery/leave if they get it.

Hazing. Sorry, but if your LWW is in a group with other soldiers or LWs, they're going to experience some kind of unpleasant/humiliating/dangerous initiation ritual, ESPECIALLY if the team is going someplace dangerous or going to be together for long stretches of time. Stealing clothes while your whumpee is in the shower, mocking them for things they can't control/weren't aware were 'weird', anything and everything that would get them screamed at or punished by the commanding figure on an individual basis. (For my NSFWhump peeps, yes this can include SA or harassment and often does, especially for women and effette/less masculine/nerdy men.)

Exercise as punishment. This can be extra labour, a pointless task they can later be yelled at for not stopping by curfew after not being told to stop at a given time, or even just the classic "drop and give me twenty!". Hitting or otherwise physically abusing a trainee is a federal offense, but for a LWW it depends... are you leaving a mark? Can they still perform as intended?

Just. The irl army is already pretty horrible and I don't see anyone making use of that.

[yeeterthek33per]

Kidding? (Glódís Viggósdóttir x Reader)

A/n I was inspired by recent events. Also, yes, I am still writing, I promise. Apologies that this one is a little short.

Warnings: google translated Íslenska, a little more than suggestive.

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It seemed too easy.

Three weeks early, and the league was yours.

The title belonged to Bayern.

You knew it was much less easy than that, of course.

The time, the preparation, the training.

Every drop of blood, sweat, and tears.

But still.

It was like you blinked, and the season was coming to an end, and the silver plate in your captain's hands, glittering in the midday sun, belonged to your team.

Speaking of said captain.

You can't help the way your chest fills with pride and love at the sight of the bouncing, overjoyed, Icelandic woman.

The screams of yourself and your teammates drowned out by just the sight of her this happy and carefree.

Don't get yourself wrong.

She was as relaxed as captains could be, but it was nice seeing the weight of a whole season lift off her shoulders.

The pressure of perfection is finally released as the team clinches its second title in a row.

And your heart beats faster when she looks over to you across the bouncing huddle.

The chants of

"SUPER BAYERN SUPER BAYERN!"

Just filling you with immense pride for the woman across from you.

She approaches you as the group disperses slightly, a pep in her step and a leap into your arms as she holds your face, grin wide and bright, your hands settling under her thighs to hold her up.

"Elskan mín" (My love)

You hum, her tone soft as she presses her forehead to yours.

"Ég er svo stolt af þér." (I am so proud of you)

Her nose brushes yours as a light dusting of pink cross her face.

"You've been practising?"

"Smá" (A little)

"Guð ég elska þig." (God, I love you.)

She groans softly as she drops down from your grip, hands gripping your shoulders as she looks slightly up at you, a small peck to your cheek and she drags you over to the now forming line in front of the away section in the Bayer Leverkusen stadium.

After that, everything happens all at once.

Team photos, media duties, everyone's got a phone recording or posting, media outlets are interviewing your girlfriend and the two goal scorers for the day, swapping between camera crews seamlessly.

You're dragged into several videos and tiktoks, jumped on, beer dumped on you, occasionally receiving a smile from the strawberry blonde you call yours, in the small moments of quiet.

When you're finally settled, it's in your seat on the flight back to Munich.

Everything on the bus is chaotic, so there's no time to really process anything by the time you've been ushered onto the plane to return to Munich in time for recovery the next day.

The exhaustion is set in quick, and you're all whisked away back home once again, nearly the whole team knocking out on the flight, which surprises you given a certain someone's red bull addiction and just the overall excitement of winning the league.

The alcohol is still flowing through all of you.

The alcohol that will still be there when you arrive home and inevitably get dragged out to clubs and parties, even with the looming DFB Pokal Final.

And such happens.

You barely get time to shower and change before you've got Georgia and Sarah banging on your front door yelling at you and Glódís to hurry up.

Much to the bemusement of your captain, who'd been occupied with her back pressed to the glass wall of the shower.

All of that, to end up here, sat back, leant against a bartop, watching as Glódís dances with your teammates, the care-free air flowling freely around her.

You'd stepped away to grab another drink and a small break from the constant dancing and jumping around you'd been doing for the past twenty-four hours.

Turning back to the bar, you take a couple long swigs of your drink.

After another minute or so of just watching the passers-by in the club, you feel an arm around your shoulders, hands caressing your shoulders.

Tensing up, but then recognising the voice pressed to your ear, you're met with deep brown eyes and a very tipsy loving smile.

"Halló!"

You chuckle softly at the Nordic woman, arm wrapping around her waist as she leans on you for support.

"Hi, my love, how are you?"

Asking with an amused tone, only just feeling the buzz of the latest batch of alcohol pumping through you as it seems to have hit your girlfriend much quicker.

"I feel amazing!"

She all but shouts in your ear, and you wince slightly, even with the thumping bass in the crowded room.

"I see that!"

She hums, settling her nose into the crook of your neck for a moment, and presses a few small kisses there.

She then tugs you towards the dance floor.

"Come dance with me!"

Downing the rest of your drink, you set the glass down swiftly and let the older woman drag you off.

You watch for a moment, taking in the woman before you, moving and swaying already before you're even fully engrained into the large crowd of your dancing teammates.

She immediately pulls you in as close as possible, body pressed right to yours, hands settling on the nape of your neck, and you lean down to let your head rest on her shoulder as your body moves in time with hers.

Her fingers tangle in the loose hair at the back of your neck, nails gently scratching at your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

It continues like that before she's leaning in to kiss you, her lips smashed against yours roughly and a little sloppily.

You chuckle, slowing her down a little with hands on her cheeks, kissing her for a moment longer, though she does pout as you pull away amused.

"Slow down, baby, we've got all night."

She groans before you finally let her kiss you again.

This time, it's slower, and she relaxes into your hold, which shifts to holding her hips, pulling her into you further if possible.

It's when you prod at her lips with your tongue that she grows impatient again, your teeth taking her lower lip to nip at it lightly.

She all but drags you from the club at that, much to the amusement of your teammates as you give them loud goodbyes over the music.

----

It doesn't surprise you that she's conked out the moment you're both laying under the sheets, sweat sheened and heart racing.

Her head's buried in under your chin, resting on your chest, arm thrown over your waist, and soft puffs of air getting released into your neck.

The past two days just come whirling through you all at once.

The anticipation, the win, the celebrations, the exhaustion, the continued celebrations, the fact that you got drowned in so much beer at some point, you're pretty sure you gave someone contact innebriation.

It's all a lot to go over, and knowing you still have more to do before an even remote break becomes available for you all.

Despite the exhaustion, you can't help lying awake for another hour, just to take in everything.

To let yourself relax into your girlfriend's warm embrace.

It takes but a moment to realise just how much you love her.

How you would do this over and over again just to see that smile again and again.

Just to see her this carefree and relaxed.

Just to see her dark brown eyes light up within a moment of a single whistle.

Watch as she jumps into your arms again, holds you tight, and kisses you with fervour and pure joy.

Someone once asked you if you ever saw yourself with anyone else.

Your answer?

"Are you kidding? Hell no."

----

[her-favorite]

RECOVERY; M. BEER

MADISON BEER X F!READER

warnings: SH‼️it’s not being done, but it’s mentioned in heavy detail!! please don’t read if it upsets you!!

wc: 2,057

a/n: REQUESTED!

to anyone that’s going through this, know that there are so many people that care and want to help you, including me - whether i know you or not. it’s such a hard addiction to deal with, but you will make it through it. i thought i’d never stop, but i’m almost 300 days clean - and if i do end up relapsing at some point, it’s a part of recovery. you have to hurt to heal, as bad as it sounds. i love you and i care for you <3

SYNOPSIS: Addictions are hard, especially when they tear you apart thought by thought. But when you have your girlfriend with you, nothing else matters..

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You thought you were done with this - with feeling like this.

But, as the night grows darker, the urges get harder to ignore. The addictive feel of a blade gliding against your soft skin is too much to be able to stop. It’s always been hard to stop something when you’re already in so deep.

You promised Madison that you wouldn’t do it again. But you knew, that in the back of your mind, it wasn’t truthful - you couldn’t fulfill your promise. It only made you feel worse as you convinced yourself you deserved this punishment, deserved to feel the way you hurt yourself to rid yourself of the guilt gnawing at you.

Biting at your lip, tears freely cascade down your cheeks as you try your best to calm your breathing. You can’t help but long for the torturous feeling, a growing need to satisfy it. You wanted to see it form, to grab the blade and carve like you were making your own morbid painting. It was sickening, the desire for it. A pit of guilt always formed in your stomach whenever you even thought about acting on them. It was wrong, you had to stop.. but you didn’t want to. And coming to terms with something like that was the hardest part.

You could feel your heart pounding as you take in a shaky breath, tears never relenting as they quickly left your eyes and greedily fell down your awaiting cheeks. You knew better, you did. But something inside you wanted to ignore the logical side of your brain, to go through with your urges and satisfy the destructive craving.

Your hand reaches out as it rushes for your phone. A sudden sob leaves your lips as your body aches for the harmful relief. Trying your best to find Madison’s contact, your fingers shake slightly as your mind becomes swarmed with so many thoughts.. so many negative thoughts. What if she gets grossed out? Will she hate me for it? Fuck, should I even call her?

Your thumb makes up your mind for you as it instinctively presses on the call button. Letting out an anxious, shaky breath, you reach your screen up to your ear. You sniffle as you nervously wait for her to answer - it was 1:04 in the morning, what if she doesn’t accept the call? What if she’s asleep? Maybe it’s for the better -

“Hey, babygirl. Why’re you up?” Madison’s soft voice sounds through the speaker of your phone. Subconsciously, your body relaxes slightly from your girlfriend’s voice. Holding back a whimper, you bite at your bottom lip until it goes sore. “You there? Are you okay?” Madison asks, seeming more aware than before. You probably woke her up, her voice was a little deeper and raspier than usual.

“I..” You start before you stop, feeling a sob trying to rip out of your mouth. Clearing your throat, you sniffle. How were you supposed to say this? You knew you were going to make her worry, no matter your wording. Was this a mistake? You shouldn’t have bothered her. “M’sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whisper, your voice wavering from your emotions. Tears flooded over the edge as each drop reminds you of your sorrow.

Your ears pick up rustling on the other line, as if Madison was now sitting up in her bed. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She asks, her voice serious with concern. She could always read you like a book, even over the phone. It always shocked you easy it was for her. You always tried to hide your feelings from others, you didn’t want anyone to feel obligated to care for you.. but with Madison, it was so sincere. She makes sure to show you and tell you how much she loves and cares for you, so you know that she’s there; so you know that she’ll always be there.

“I can’t stop thinking about it.” You whisper, dragging in another shaky breath. Your statement was vague enough, to anyone else they’d be confused, asking with scrunched eyebrows what you mean. But with Madison, she understood immediately.

The sound of sheets jostling and feet hitting the floor invades the speaker, your emotions heightening as you get hit with a sudden feeling of culpability. This felt like your fault - it was. You made your girlfriend wake up in the middle of the night, you made her get up and worry about you. All logical thoughts disappeared from you as you’re left in a self deprecating puddle, teardrops adding to the pool.

“D.. Don’t, Mads. I don’t want — ” You stammer, more tears falling as emotions only seem to flow over as seconds pass by. It was as if you could see Madison shake her head at your denial to her actions.

“No, Y/N.” She says softly, but sternly enough to know that there’s no room for argument. “I want you to stay on the phone with me, okay? I’ll be there in a couple minutes.” Madison coos, the sound of her shutting her front door echoing through the speaker. She locks it, her keys jiggling before she starts to make her way to her car parked in her driveway.

You nod, despite her not being able to see you. Digging your nails into your palms, you swallow dryly as your knees move up to press against your chest. Looking for any type of comfort, you wrap your arms around your legs, burying your face in them. Your face was soaked with tears, eyes tired with sadness as your chest rises and falls quickly.

“Talk to me, sweet girl.” Madison’s voice sounds from your phone. It makes you jump slightly, looking over at your phone that you had placed on your bed beside you. “Listen to my voice, okay?” She says softly, trying to distract you from the overwhelming feeling of needing to relieve yourself with your blade. The way she speaks to you, with such care and love, it makes your heart flutter. How could she be so patient? After all this time?

Despite telling Madison about your addiction, she’s never seen it firsthand. The thought always terrified you. What if, whenever she saw you, all she’d be able to think about was that? What if she was grossed out by it? Whenever you were in your usual mindset and you thought back to these thoughts, you couldn’t help but laugh. In what world could Madison ever be revolted by you? She’s made it more than clear that was never even a passing thought to her. But, now, as you sit on your bed, the worst part of your mind in the front, you couldn’t stop the way your brain tried to convince you to believe it.

“I’m right around the corner, okay?” Madison hums, the faint sound of her acrylics sliding along the steering wheel catching your ears. Another shaky exhale escapes you, your nails digging into your thighs as you hold yourself back. Had you gone just a little farther, Madison would’ve saw it.. she would’ve saw the guilt plastered on your face and the blood eliciting from the wound. The thought made your chest tighten as it made you nauseous. How could you ever put her through that? Just for your own selfish needs?

Madison’s car parks outside of your place, the sound reaching your ears. A whimper leaves you as your palms cover your face, bottom lip trembling as another surge of emotions take over. You weren’t sure why, maybe it was because reality was really sinking in. Your girlfriend, Madison, was about to walk inside your house and see you at your lowest - the vulnerability of the situation made you cry harder than earlier, despite trusting Madison with your entire life.

Madison rushes out of her car as she slams the car door shut, darting to your front door. Using her own key she has, she quickly unlocks it and closes it behind her once she makes her way inside. Hurrying to your bedroom, her heart races as she makes her way there. Seeing you sitting on your bed, looking utterly broken made a piece of her heart crumble. You looked so upset, the way your tears helplessly fell down your cheeks made Madison’s chest tighten. The thought of you sitting here, crying, already upset her - but actually seeing you like this made her want to cry, too.

“Aw, baby,” Madison coos, immediately making her way over to your bed. Her soft pajama pants sway with her movements as she moves to sit down beside you. “It’s okay, ‘m’here.” She whispers, wrapping her arms around you and bringing you into her. Instantly, you lean into her embrace, sobs racking your body as you cling to her desperately. Bunching up her tanktop in your fists, your tears wet her neck as you cry. The sound alone could’ve made Madison’s heart break on the spot.

“Shh, deep breaths.” She coos, rubbing your back softly. “You’re okay, i’m here.” She repeats, trying her best to ground you. Pressing gentle, reassuring kisses to your head, Madison keeps you close to her as she repositions herself on your bed, lying back as you rest practically on top of her. “Follow me, sweet girl.” She says quietly as she takes your hand and rests it on her chest. She inhales deeply, holding it for second or two before exhaling slowly.

You try your best to replicate her breathing pattern, your intakes shaky, but slowly calming down as you lay in her warm, loving embrace. Madison hums softly, still gently rubbing your back. Your head moved with every breath she took, helping to guide your own rhythm. The sound of her heart beating beside your ear helped ground you as your tears started to stop, the once wet droplets beginning to fade. Your eyelids grew heavy as time passed by, the utter pain of the situation catching up to you. It was exhausting feeling like this, but adding your uncontrollable addiction to it only worsened it tenfold.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was barely audible, a whisper in the nighttime silence. It cut out halfway through your words, too drained to even speak properly.

Madison shakes her head at your apology. “There’s nothing to apologize for, baby.” She replies. “I’m always gonna be here for you, okay? Through everything.” She reassures, your chest filling with warmth at her soothing words. “I’m so proud of you for calling me. You’re so strong, Y/N - my strong girl.” Madison coos, her words soft with honesty. They would’ve made you tear up had you have any left.

Nuzzling into her, you sniffle as your nose becomes plugged from crying for so long. Madison’s acrylics gently course through your hair, brushing through the strands and gliding along your head to soothe you. By now, your breathing has evened out, just the presence of your girlfriend seeming to calm you down. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, your body loosening up as you completely relax in her hold.

Madison begins to hum, the soft notes of a song sounding from her lips. It was quiet, but relaxing. It lulled you deeper into a much needed sleep, the feeling of Madison with you enough to satiate your pervious craving.

It was almost unbelievable, even to you. Had you been told that one person alone could ground you enough to steer you away from needing to satisfy that detrimental urge to yourself, you would’ve accused yourself of lying - how was that possible? When you had your mind set on it, it was more than difficult to get your mind off of it. You needed to do it, to fulfill that greed in your heart, but also let your body get eaten up with guilt. But, as you grow with Madison, you couldn’t imagine not having her with you. Had she not been here tonight, what would’ve happened? You don’t want to know.

As Madison’s voice comforts you, exhaustion starts to take over. Your breathing evens out as your body lays limp on your girlfriend, but she doesn’t mind. If anything, she loves seeing you like this: at complete peace. Her fingers gently tuck your heart behind your ear, wanting to see your face.

“My pretty girl.”