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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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rafe with sleepy reader pls 🙏🙏

words: 700

warnings: none! just fluffy

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you let out a yawn, making rafes head snap to look at you. he gets up without saying a word, and the conversation naturally drops off as he crosses the patio to sit down next to you, running his fingers through your hair.

“baby, are you sleepy?” he asks, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“yeah.” you shrug. “but you're having a talk with the boys, ill be okay for a bit longer.” you suppress another yawn, but you know rafe sees it. he probably also recognized your slow blinks and lethargic movements long before you even let out a yawn.

“you're too sweet, princess.” rafe presses his lips to your cheek, and then the other side before capturing your lips in a kiss. “give me five more minutes and then we can leave, okay?”

“can we cuddle and nap when we get home?” you ask, reaching out to touch rafes thigh, swirling your fingertip over his khaki shorts.

“of course, baby.” rafe presses another kiss to your lips before getting up. you miss his touch, but know that you'll get it soon, as soon as he wraps up with the boys.

you let out another yawn as you rest your head against the back of the couch, keeping your eyes on rafe as your blinks slow until your eyes remain closed.

when you reopen them, rafe is picking you up to carry you outside. “i didn't mean to fall asleep.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders as he heads out to the truck.

“that's okay.” rafe hums, hands cupped under your thighs, easily able to hold you with one hand as he pulls open the car door, setting you down in the passenger seat that rafe insists belongs to you, making topper sit in the back seat, even when you're not there, saying only his girl gets passenger seat privileges. “im not mad, honey.” rafe kisses your forehead before he rounds the truck to climb into the driver's seat.

“oh, it's not even late!” your eyes bulge at the time when rafe turns the truck on.

“too late for my sleepy girl though.” rafe chuckles, reaching over to place a hand on your thigh. you place your own hand on top of his, curling up into your seat as your eyes close again. rafe makes sure to take all the turns back home slow, and to not speed as to keep you asleep.

when you get home, rafe removing his hand from your thigh almost wakes you, but it's not until he pulls you into his arms to carry you inside that you open your eyes again.

“rafey-” you press your lips against his neck, peppering his skin with kisses. “i love you.” you coo, always feeling extra lovey when you're tired, which is most of the time.

“i love you too baby.” rafe squeezes his hands, keeping you awake as he ascends the stairs. “you gotta change into pajamas before you can sleep again.”

“but im so tired.” you whine, flopping down onto the bed when rafe sets you down. “can you get me changed?”

rafe chuckles, knowing that once you fall asleep you need at least half an hour of being awake to function at all. he grabs a pajama set out of your drawer, reminiscing of the time when you first started dating, and the only thing you kept in his room was a cute pair of pajamas, cute, not sexy, insisting you needed to be comfy to sleep, but rafe quickly learned you could pass out anywhere, any time.

you barely stay awake, head lolling to the side as rafe carefully undresses you, his hands warm against your bare skin before putting your pajamas on.

rafe, always being a shirtless sleeper, simply strips himself to his underwear before he climbs into bed, helping you reposition your head over the pillows. he pulls the covers over your body, making sure his phone is within reach when you lay down, your head on his chest and arm wrapped around his waist. you are asleep within seconds, and rafe grabs his phone to occupy him until it's later, not being able to fall asleep so early.

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seravphs · 11 months

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — MIYA ATSUMU x FEM READER

When you started dating Atsumu, you swore to never be the annoying gym couple, and yet here you are.

wc — 700

tags — fluff, most unserious relationship ever

The soft grunts from the other side of the gym were really getting to you. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look, you repeat to yourself - until another bitten off curse draws your attention to the man determined to be the death of you.

Across the row of barbells, Miya Atsumu brings the hem of his shirt to his face to swipe off the drop of sweat clinging to his chin. In the mirror behind him, the muscles of his back ripple with each movement, causing your throat dry up.

As soon as you register what you’re doing, your brain stutters and you immediately whip around, trying to ignore the low chuckle behind you.

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing and he was enjoying it, eating up every second of attention you were giving him.

Gritting your teeth, you focus on another set of push ups, keeping your core tight. It’s working, for a bit, your mind clearing as all your energy goes to keeping you in the proper form. All of that effort goes to shit when he walks past you.

Legs.

That’s the first, and for several minutes, only thought in your head.

Thighs.

You want him to crush you between them.

His muscles could have been sculpted by the gods, and the effect it has on you - well. You had to check if you were still breathing. He laughs again, and you try to discreetly draw the back of your hand against your face in case you were drooling.

In front of you, Atsumu, the bastard, purposefully lowers himself to the floor in an effortless split.

Oh, god.

He was flexible. You tear your eyes away from his broad chest, ignoring his Cheshire cat smirk. He got you again, but you were determined not to let it happen a third time.

This was a competition, and you were going to win. Two could play at that game.

Running sucks. It gets you sweaty and hot and tired faster than any other exercise, and you swear the treadmill has it out for you. It never works quite right when you’re on it, but damn if you don’t look good with your hair bouncing. You’re well aware of how amazing you look in the glow of runner’s high.

Someone else is, too. Behind you, Atsumu trips over his own feet and crashes into the rack of barbells, earning him the ire of multiple frat boys. Even as he’s being scolded, he looks love struck and dazed, eyes only for you.

It’s incredibly gratifying. You waste the entire session flirting with Atsumu while he continues to be horrifying, distractingly hot in your general direction.

The audacity of him.

Of course, someone has to ruin it. Atsumu isn’t the only one noticing how good you look running.

As you’re checking the miles, a hand shoots out to hit the off button. At first, you turn with a smile, expecting it to be a mistake, but it slides off your face instantly at the condescending next words. You slow to a stop with the treadmill.

“Hey, sweetheart. Need a few tips?”

“No, thank you.”

“Come on, babe-“

“Not your babe.”

“Don’t be like that. Why don’t you give me your number?”

“She said no, dude.” Atsumu comes up behind you, heat radiating off him. He’s not close enough to touch, and yet, his solid presence is more than enough to make you feel more secure.

“I didn’t ask you,” the random gym rat snaps.

Atsumu rolls his eyes. “She wouldn’t be interested in ya anyway. Word of advice, buddy? Ya should just give up now.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because-“ He yells in surprise as you, sick of this conversation, pull him down for a kiss. Initially shocked, he melts into you as he always does, bringing his hands up to your face to cradle your cheeks tenderly. For a minute after you break away, you just lean your foreheads together, staring into his eyes.

Then you wrinkle your nose. “Ugh, you’re sweaty.”

“Babe!”

You turn back to the man with a grin. “I’m not interested because he’s my boyfriend.”

Atsumu smirks behind you, arms crossed.

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cozage · 1 year

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ahh! Sorry, I just saw your rules, I'll re-create the request!! Please answer this one instead of the recent one! <3 sorry for the bother.

Can you do hcs for luffy, ace and shanks, when their s/o pranks them by texting them "he's gone, you can come over now xx" Fem!reader :)) I love your writings btw! Don't overwork yourself and take your time!

A/N: I’m pretty sure you put Sabo in the first one but not in this request. but Sabo??? The guy who trapped someone in a burning building because he bad-mouthed Ace..that Sabo??? Clinically insane Sabo????? in this scenario???? I needed it. If you didn't mean to put Sabo the first time, then enjoy the freebee

Characters: F! reader x Luffy, Ace, Shanks, Sabo

Cw: a little angst, a few are kinda suggestive

Total word count: 700

Prank Text

Luffy

Literally it would go over his head. He’s so secure in his love for you and your love for him that he wouldn’t even comprehend what you’re trying to do.

“What do you mean come over I just left???”

“Did you even send that to the right person???”

“Anyways see you tomorrow! Have fun with whoever you’re hanging out with!”

The next day he would ask how your evening was, and when you tell him it was a failed attempt at a prank he would just scratch his head and be like “you’re funny” and laugh it off. He still doesn't get what you were trying to do, but if it made you laugh, that's enough for him.

Ace

You put the phone down just for one minute after sending it. Just one. But when you come back to it, there's 10 texts and 5 phone calls.

“Who???” “What???” “Y/n????” “Can you tell me what's going on?” “Who is coming over?” “Was that meant for me??” “Please pick up i need to talk to you”

Before you can even read them all, your phone starts buzzing again. It’s Ace. You answer, deciding that one minute was enough torture for the poor boy.

“Hey!” you say, super cheery. “Who’s coming over?” Ace asked immediately.

“Uh, nobody, actually! It was a prank, that’s all!” you reply. “Oh.” You can hear the sadness in his voice, he doesn’t believe you.

“You can come back if you don’t believe me,” you say. You feel bad about it now.

“No, no, I trust you. It just scared me. I just thought…” he trails off. “You thought it was for another guy?” you finish. His silence tells you that your guess was right.

“I’m sorry Ace, please come back. It was just a joke. I want you here. Movie marathon?” you asked, hoping to get his spirits back up. He reluctantly agreed.

You all didn’t end up watching too many movies, but at least he came back.

Shanks

This bastard would play right along back. Just flip the table on you.

“Good ♡ I just left. Wear something spicy 😘”

That would result in you calling him. He picks up on the second ring, making you wait just a minute. “What the hell do you mean wear something spicy?” You demand.

“Trying to get me riled up, huh?” he smirks, knowing that you’ve played your hand now and that he’s succeeded in flipping it around.

“Shanks!” you pout. “That’s not funny!”

He laughs at you over the phone. “I meant what I said. I’m canceling my plans. Wear something spicy. Be home in five.” He hangs up without another word

When he gets home, he sure does make you regret sending that text in the first place (or…maybe not).

Sabo

You smirk when you see your phone buzzing. Of course Sabo’s immediate response was to call. Better to let him simmer in it. You put your phone down and pick up a book to read.

He calls again, and you ignore him again. Five minutes later he calls again. Ten minutes later he calls. You still ignore him.

After about 45 minutes, there’s a knock on the door. You open it to find Sabo there, glaring at you.

“It was a joke wasn’t it?!?” he demanded, and you busted out laughing.

“Not funny!” he said. “I waited outside in the parking lot for an hour to beat up on any guy that even walked by your apartment!”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. “You did not,” you hissed, shoving him playfully. “I did!” he shot back. “I almost beat a delivery guy with the spare pipe in my car because he looked at your door!”

“Sabo!” you gasped. You couldn’t help but giggle at him and his possessiveness of you.

He grinned, more boastful than embarrassed. “Since I’m here anyway…wanna go get dinner?”

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schrodingers-romy · 2 months

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Care [Madarame Shion x Reader]

Pairing: Madarame Shion x GN!Reader

Summary: Caring for Shion after he gets a stomach ache

Warnings: none really; reader has no gendered pronouns

Word count: ~700

Notes: short lil fluff piece for my boy's belated bday <3 barely edited but I think it's cute

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“I can’t believe you’re being so cruel to me,” your boyfriend moaned, still clutching his stomach.

“It’s hard to feel sympathy for you when you did this to yourself.” Despite your somewhat harsh words, you were still gentle with him. You grabbed his hand, pulling it from his abdomen so you could replace it with a warm water bottle. Shion let out a small sigh of relief once the warmth hit his muscles and melted into the heat. You tried to drop his hand, but he refused to let you go, instead threading his fingers through yours and yanking you onto the bed with him.

You pulled an awkward half-shoulder-roll to avoid flopping down onto Shion’s already painful stomach, instead landing on your back next to him with an overdramatic “oof”.

Shion took the opportunity to snuggle into your side, wrapping one lanky arm around you while the other kept the warm bottle pressed to his abdomen.

You let out a light huff of a laugh, letting yourself be held. You stretched one arm around his shoulders so you could scratch your fingers through the long blond hair on the unshaven side of his head. He pressed his head up into your hand, like a fussy pet demanding more attention from its owner. “You’re not a mad dog, you’re just a little puppy, aren’t you,” you cooed.

Shion pouted up at you. “That’s not fair! I’m sick, I need the attention.”

“You wouldn’t BE so sick if you hadn’t decided to eat all that spicy curry yesterday.”

He doesn’t reply to that.

You had tried to stop him from having that curry yesterday, knowing how sensitive his stomach was, but he wouldn’t listen. Your boyfriend liked to brag about having an iron stomach (like an absolute liar). He especially liked to keep up the illusion in front of his Tenjiku friends, as if they all weren’t aware about his belly issues after knowing him for years. But it was his birthday, so you decided he could be allowed one bad decision as a reward for surviving another year (with your help, of course).

And now here you both were, dealing with the consequences of Shion’s actions.

“Do you want any tea?” you asked him softly, noticing him wince a bit, no doubt at another wave of cramps.

He shook his head. “Jus’ wanna cuddle.”

You relaxed into his side and continued your ministrations in his hair. Your boyfriend was a warm, comforting weight next to you as the two of you laid together, simply basking in quiet companionship.

Shion was the first to break the silence, his tone uncharacteristically soft. “…thank you.”

“For what?” you murmured.

“For takin’ care of me,” he said. He suddenly seemed very interested in the bottle on his stomach, looking down at it as his blunt nails picked at its edges. “I know I’m a hassle sometimes…an’ I’m glad you put up with me.”

You were silent for a moment. He was right; he was a hassle. He didn’t think before he spoke, he got into fights, he got beaten up in half of those fights, he gave himself stomach aches eating spicy food, and he flunked out of school. He was loud, cocky, and a bit stupid. But in the end that didn’t matter, because you knew that he was more than that. Shion was so sweet underneath all his bluster. He looked at first glance like he spent his time terrorizing children and kicking puppies, but instead he let his younger cousins hang off him when they visited and gave his neighbor’s dog leftover pieces of meat from his dinner. Around you, he stuck his foot in his mouth a lot, but he was always kind, and he always held such a genuine admiration for you; the sort of admiration you had never felt from anyone else before. All of this and more went through your mind, but you weren’t sure how or even if you could communicate it to him.

So instead, you gave his hair a light tug, causing him to let out a small whine. “Of course I put up with you, idiot,” you said, tone unbearably fond. “You’re my boyfriend, and I care for you.”

He let out a single, quiet, “oh.”

It was the closest either of you had ever come to a love confession, and you both knew it.

“I care for you too. ‘Cause you’re mine jus’ like I’m yours,” he said, twisting to press the lightest, barely-noticeable kiss to your shoulder.

You said nothing, but the way you clutched him tighter and kissed him on the forehead was enough of a response for both of you.

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msgexymunson · 1 year

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Stray

Description: Eddie finds a kindred spirit.

Warnings: as far as I can tell, none! Pure fluff, gender neutral reader

A/N: Just a cute lil idea I had and I had to let it out so my brain would let me focus on mu next big fic. Enjoy!

700 words

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"Eddie, where the hell have you been?"

Flushed and panting, Eddie flops down onto the chair in the cafeteria, one arm held almost protectively across his chest.

"What do you mean? I'm right fuckin' here!"

Rolling your eyes, you shove his shoulder.

"I didn't ask where you are, I asked where you were, doofus!"

"I had shit to do, God, don't get your panties in a twist."

You know you should drop it; being Eddie's best friend, you know him well enough to know when to stop. When his neck tightens like that, and his nose scrunches a little, you're sure he's being serious.

It seems however, his little sheep aren't as perceptive.

"Eddie, did I just hear a meow? Don't tell me you've brought a feral cat into the cafeteria?" Dustin says, arms waving in front of Eddie's face.

"Just drop it, dude!" You see his flustered attitude, the tightening of his shoulders.

"You found a cat Eddie? Fuck." Gareth says, hand reaching out to Eddie's jacket but he flinches from the approaching grip.

"You've all lost your minds. What's wrong with you? Imma have a smoke." And with that, he leaves just as mysteriously and abruptly as he arrived.

The guys all stand in unison, each loud mouth expressing some theory or another.

"Ok boys, enough chatter. Lemme speak to him." You wave your arms in a calming gesture to placate the growing hubbub and make your way to the bench where Eddie did his deals.

Enveloped in the quiet whisper of the woods, you inhale the deep pine scent and cast your eyes on your best friend.

There he was, like he always was, sitting on the bench, cigarette in hand. Only it seems his face is halfway in his jacket, deep in conversation.

'Eddie?" Your voice rings a question, and he answers with a quick whip of his head.

"It's OK, I'm just checking on you." You raise your hands in mock submission, inching closer to him, to take your obligatory seat opposite him.

He sighs so deeply you feel it in your marrow.

"I'm ok, just, can you keep a secret?" He gazes at you with earnest eyes, eyes you'd been in love with for longer than you'd care to admit.

"Eddie, it's me. Of course I can."

His shoulders visibly relax at your words. At the same time, a very curious nose makes its way out of its leather jacket confines, sniffing the air.

"Eddie, is that a raccoon?"

He smiles. "Yeah. It's just a baby, I dunno where it's mom is, it was all alone." Eddie strokes at the baby raccoon's head making quiet shushing noises. It preens at his touch.

"Jesus Eddie we should call animal control-"

"No!" The strength of his shout nearly knocks the wind from you.

He softens at your flinch, hand held out in supplication.

"They'll just put him down! Lucifer's not done anything wrong, just doesn't have his mother anymore but he's super sweet, he's just got a bad rep, you know? Doesn't mean he's bad, and why should we judge him anyway, just 'cause people labelled him a pest!"

You watch the tears gather in Eddie's eyes as you finally connect the dots.

"Oh, Eddie." You bite your lip, willing your own tears to retreat as you reach for his hand. He takes it gratefully, lost in each other's eyes for a moment.

"He's not a pest. He's a little life. I tell you what, I know who could help. You know that Mr Clarke, the middle school teacher? Dustin talks about him all the time, I bet he could point us to a wildlife sanctuary, or a charity or something."

Eddie beams, face igniting like the rays of the sun.

"You think so?"

You stroke his knuckles, face turning a pale pink.

"I know so."

Suddenly, Lucifer the Raccoon climbs out of the makeshift enclosure of Eddie's jacket and crawls it's way over to you.

"See, he likes you!" Eddie grins.

Taking the little ball of fur into your hands you hold it out at arm's length.

"I think you should think of a new name for Lucifer." You giggle, turning the baby raccoon this way and that.

"Why?"

"Because Lucifer's a girl."

Eddie laughs.

"Lucy it is!"

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 7 months

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Nothing More

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Maeve Donovan

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: unrequited love

Summary: You find the courage to tell the man you love that you love him, but he does something that stops you in your tracks and breaks your heart.

Square Filled: maeve donovan for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Okay, today’s the day. Today is the day you’re going to tell the guy you like that you like him. This could go one of two ways: he likes you back and everything is right with the world or he doesn’t like you back and you’ll forever sit next to him in total embarrassment. The only reason why you’re doing this is because you believe he’ll reciprocate your feelings.

Not only do you two work well together by playing off ideas of one another, always know what the other is thinking, and genuinely love each other’s company, but there’s been subtle flirting between the two of you since he got here. You’ve been at this job a lot longer than he has, and everything changed when he got into the office. He does things for you without asking such as file away paperwork, get you coffee, etc. that he doesn’t do for anyone else, and he has all the telltale signs of someone who likes someone else.

The pen you’re holding is in your mouth since you can’t contain your nerves. Yes, all of these positives are on your side that clearly outweigh the negatives, but the small negatives are so heavy that they actually outweigh the positives. You’re not the kind of woman to make the first move; you’ve always waited for the guy to do it. However, everyone knows Spencer is completely clueless about a lot of things.

You’re so sure he likes you back, so why is the pit still in your stomach?

JJ walks into the office in a rush since she was the one to drop Henry off at school, but she pauses when she sees you.

“Did you do it?” she asks excitedly.

She knows you like someone but she doesn’t know that person is Spencer. No one knows the man you’ve been pining after is none other than Dr. Spencer Reid. If Derek knew about this, he’d tease you endlessly. If JJ and Pen knew about this, she would try to get you two together instead of letting it run its course naturally. If Emily knew about this, she’d make all kinds of innuendos that would just confuse Spencer.

It’s best if you keep this little crush to yourself until you and Spencer make it official.

“No, not yet.”

“When are you gonna do it?”

“Soon. Today, actually. I’m gonna do it today.”

“Tell me how it goes,” she grins and walks off.

Spencer walks in ten seconds later, and you’re out of your chair before you can talk yourself out of doing this. You bounce over to him with a smile on your face and give him a quick hug which he gives back.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come in. There’s something I need to tell you.” Before you can another word out, a young woman follows Spencer inside. A young, brunette woman who is beautiful. She stops by Spencer a little too close for your liking. “Who is this?”

“I was gonna wait until everyone was together, but you’re here right now. Y/N, this is Maeve Donovan. She’s my girlfriend.”

Just like that, your entire world comes crashing down. Your chest tightens painfully, your vision becomes a bit blurry, and you have to hold yourself up on the wall to keep yourself from falling down. Everything you thought you knew is completely wrong.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Maeve says and extends her hand to you.

“I have a girlfriend,” Spencer smiles proudly.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you,” you say hollowly and shake her hand.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you snap out of your funk. “Nothing. I’m happy for you.”

“What did you want to tell me?”

“What?”

“You said you wanted to tell me something. What is it?”

You open your mouth to tell him the truth but you think of the smile he had on his face when he introduced Maeve. He looks so happy. What kind of friend you’d be if you took that away from him?

“I completed your files for you. I wasn’t busy. I thought I’d help.”

“Thank you.” He turns to Maeve with a smile. “That’s why she’s the best coworker here. She’s a really good friend.”

Right, coworker… friend. That’s all you’ll ever be, you guess.

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memory-and-sky · 9 months

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HIIIIIIIIIIIIII MATT HOW YA DOING SWEETHEART?

I saw that you wanted requests and decided to jump in on that 💗

How about Hobie x reader where they are on patrol and reader just drops the most philosophical sentence just out of the blue and Hobie is like

Wtf how are you the most interesting and smart person ever?

Would that be nice? If not feel free to ignore dude

(PS: drink water and take care of yourself 💗 love ya)

this is such an awesome request, thank you for this! i took a few creative liberties, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless :3 !!

word count: ~700

containing: swearing, mentions of death/dying (nothing too in-depth), not quite dating but a little more than friends, hobie x gn!reader, just talking about stuff on a roof together

the rest of the fic is under the cut!

philosophical shit. hobie x gn!reader

(aka what i think about past 9pm)

You and your work partner, Hobie, had just gotten done containing another malicious anomaly in some random universe.

The sun was just beginning to set, though, and you thought you'd stay until it fully settled, until the stars came out. Then you’d clock out and go home.

It was a gorgeous, clear evening. You felt the cool wind blow through your hair as you sat on the top of a decently tall building, glad to be mostly done with your work for the day.

Suddenly, you heard an all too familiar voice from behind you. "Mind if I join ya, mate?"

It was Hobie, of course.

"Sure. Thought you were heading back now, though.." You craned your neck, and leaned back to look at Hobie as he walked over to sit next to you.

"Soundin' like ya don' wan' me around, love." He chuckled to himself, sitting down cross-legged, and gazing out into the colourful sky with you.

It was beautiful. Your universe was never really this pretty.

"Wasn't half bad back there, eh?"

"You or me? I think I did most of the work there." You offered a small smile.

Hobie laughed. "Fuck off, ya wanker. Seemed equal 'cause I had to save your sorry arse. Shoulda given me so much as a plain 'thanks, 'obie' 'n I'd be chuffed."

You sighed, looking down as you fidgeted with your hands. Looking back up at the changing sky, you couldn't help but think of what could've happened, had Hobie not been there to save you.

I mean, you could've probably handled it, but what if you didn't?

"You know, I always have felt sort of unhappy with myself. My life, and whatever. Whenever something like that happens, it always scares the shit out of me and makes me think about dying a lot more vividly and realistically."

You shift to lay down on your back, arms supporting your head. "Fuck, for all I know that could be my canon event... dying. It really fuckin' puts stuff into perspective. The whole canon events thing, I mean. How am I supposed to live life freely, and even just normally, when I know there's a goddamn model that a computer came up with that already dictates my entire life, birth to death? How am I important at all?"

Hobie stared at you, eyes a little wide, a little slack-jawed at your intelligent, observant remarks.

"Christ, ya good, mate?" He chuckled, regaining his usual smirk that seemed to be permanently plastered onto his stupidly attractive face. "Gettin' a bit serious there, yeah? Thought I lost ya for a sec. But, love, I do see what ya mean. 'S quite hard to feel like 'ur in control when 'ur entire bloody life seems planned out. Y'know, canon ain't always right, though. I didn't go through tha' whole stereotypical 'officer savin' a li'l kid' event, so 's able to be changed somewhat."

He shrugged, messing with a loose thread on his pants absentmindedly.

You nodded, resting your hands on your stomach. "Yeah… I know. I just feel like I'm stuck in a cage and I can't do anything about it until I'm dead."

"Mm, don' we all, love.." Hobie shifted over to grin down at you. He seriously tried to play it cool, but he was freaking out, and totally all nerves on the inside. You sounded so smart and educated, this whole interaction totally came out of left field.

Which was more than welcome, fuck, Hobie would be the first to admit that he loved discussing things like this with you. You were so confident in your words, and more importantly, how you said them, and it made you even more beautiful in his eyes. If that was even possible.

He adored every part of you.

Your dorky smile, all your imperfections… Hobie loved that you didn’t hide them and didn’t let people tell you shit, and just your whole personality... it'd take him forever and a day to list everything that he loved about you.

Especially now, you looked artistically beautiful. Like a painting, with all the warm colours swirling around you, illuminating your skin and basking you in the fleeting sunlight.

"Oh, Hobie,"

"Hm?" He snapped out of scanning every aspect and detail of you for a moment.

You leaned into him after sitting straight up, closer and closer, and then pecked his cheek. "Thanks."

All Hobie's blood rushed up straight to his cheeks, and he offered nothing but a blank stare, an awkward laugh, and a light touch to where you kissed.

"Y-yeah, mate... f'course,"

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pristine-rose · 2 years

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The Touch Me Show

the audience loves it when another woman comes in your shows

alice’s 700 special cam girl au — dom reader edition !

nsfw . mdni . female ! camgirl ! reader (afab, she/her usage)

sub reader edition . art: solmi’s channel

guests ! raiden ei, yae miko, jean, ganyu, shenhe [separate]

food play, oral (reader giving)

Just as sweet as the desserts she favors, EI took up the food play section of your channel. She was highly sensitive and not to mention carried such a perfect body—and so the sight of a mixture of both food and cum running down her body was a sugary sweetness that had people entranced. Even though she was technically another actress as a guest star for your show, it was so easy to butter her up and get her addicted to you.

“Open wide,” you told her. She listened without hesitation as you pushed a strawberry into her mouth. Things were better when she was such a cooking disaster; she didn’t even need try messing something up when it was already natural to her. Food seemed to end up in all places at once, leaving her body at such a desirably sweet state that shines a certain way against the camera.

She’s a soft, uncontrollable type of moaner. She’s so sensitive, especially when she can feel the drips of strawberry flavored syrup running down her body. “Where should I put this next?” you asked towards the camera, playing around with a can of whipped cream. Chat was going wild suggesting ideas; but of course, there was one common area most people were requesting to see.

“Spread your legs for me,” you told her—unneeded, for your hands moved to part her thighs, anyways. You tipped the nozzle right against her clit, before pressing down and making a little whipped cream swirl on her bud. “Cute, don’t you all think so?”

[Fuck, that’s so hot]

[Okay now eat her out]

[Drip some of the syrup too please!!]

“So creative!” you praised your audience. Ei whined when she felt the syrup drip down her clit with the whipped cream—her aching heat practically melting the two. She shivered when she felt that mixture of sweetness drip down to her entrance, and she nearly screamed at the feeling of your tongue suddenly making contact with her private areas. You licked her up like she was your dessert, a mixture of sugar and her juices on your tongue.

pet play, collar & leash, milk bowl, vibrator, tail anal plug, reader is wearing a skirt

Cute little fox ears, a tight collar with a heart-shaped center, a silk leash—MIKO will drop on all fours and act like the best little fox your streaming sight has ever seen. She’s such a good girl if you butter her up properly, and the audience absolutely loves it when you put Miko at an incredibly horny and feral state, wanting to just get fucked so wildly like the animal she is.

You’ll sit fully clothed on your chair. The silk of her leash is wrapped around your hand, connected right to her neck. The little heart-shaped metal on the collar was pressed so tightly against her skin that some patches were visible red, but she loved the choking feeling of it. She was down on her hands and knees, completely naked and slightly trembling on the cold ground—the camera was angled diagonally behind her, with a full shot of her ass and a view of you just casually sitting. Her tail was plugged cutely into her butt, meanwhile another vibrator shook lightly inside her cunt.

One tug, and she crawled closer. The audience gets to watch from behind as she drops her head down, then begins to lick at a bowl full of milk that’s placed between your feet. Miko’s body is shaking as she she tries to drink it, unknowing of the real treat behind donations.

“Don’t you think she should do a little trick for us?” you spoke so casually to the camera as Miko continued to struggle. “I’ll tell you what; Since I love sharing my pet, the highest donator gets to control the vibrator settings.”

Hundreds of dollars immediately poured in and several pings resounded through chat. But Miko didn’t pay mind once the vibrator practically whirled to life inside her cunt at the highest setting. She tumbled immediately, knocking over the bowl of milk and reaching upwards desperately to grab onto your bare legs for leverage.

“My goodness, you guys are so mean to her!” you whined oh so innocently, as if this wasn’t your idea in the first place. As Miko’s body was shaking with gasps and cries, you roughly secured her chin in your hold, bringing it closer to your own core whilst lifting up your skirt. “Since I’m such a good owner, I’ll ease her just a little.” She cried at your generosity; Miko doesn’t think she can hold back anymore. “Go on, drink me.”

guided masturbation, overstimulation, breaking script

JEAN is so stressed all the time and deserves sooo much relief, but she doesn’t know how to get it. And so, you and your chat are practically experts to her. She’ll sit down on a big office chair, huddled into it so small as the leather presses on her naked body. You stand either behind or next to the camera, reading through chat and zooming the camera on various parts of her body. Two of her fingers were in her mouth as she shyly sucked them, while her other hand was kneading one of her breasts—it was exactly what the audience voted on seeing.

“Voting for the next action ends in 10 seconds!” you told them. And sure enough, the next top rated action was for Jean to finally touch her clit. You smiled, “Jean, sweetie.” Her eyes opened to a completely dazed, half-lidded look to meet your eyes. “Follow my instructions exactly as I say them, okay? You wouldn’t want to disappoint the voters now do you?” She meekly shook her head in panic, not wanting to disappoint you.

“Take your fingers out,” you began to command so sensually, she was probably getting wetter from your vocal instructions alone. “Drag them down for me—right down your chest and stomach.” She looked at you with a whine emitting from her throat, indicating she was too shy to do such a thing. And so you went right in front of her, grabbed her wrist, and trailed it down her body for her—muttering lines of disappointment as she whined from your grip.

You pushed two of her fingers—the ones just in her mouth—right onto the bud of her clit, and her body practically shivered on her seat. “Please…” she quietly begged. “Just touch me, please?”

“Huh?”

“I don’t care about the show anymore,” she desperately shook her head. “I just want you to make me cum hard.” You quickly glanced to the camera that was recording your every movement, before you smiled to yourself, forcibly spreading her legs as she gasped.

Hm. Wouldn’t hurt to go off-script just once.

roleplay, office sex, strap on

GANYU was such a fan favorite, because her submissiveness and shyness really played into people’s fantasies. Not to mention her diplomacy, and now she was just sooo good at playing your slutty little secretary during your shows. She looked so cute in a tight button up and a pencil skirt; And with the camera angled from under the table, the audience was able to see how her thigh garters connected to her undergarments.

“Shh, stay quiet,” you whispered to her, but still enough for the camera to pick up. “You don’t want the whole office to hear you now, do you?” She whined into your hand, which was clamped right over her mouth. She audibly breathed heavily through her nose from the lack of oxygen coming into her mouth. Drool dropped down your hand and your chin—she was writhing as her cunt took in your strap from behind.

Thank heavens for her flexibility as one of her legs was propped upwards, giving more view from underneath as your large strap entered her. She gasped heavily through ragged breaths as your fingers constantly grabbed and squeezed at her thighs, ripping through and poking the stockings she wore.

“Y-Your hands… Please…”

“I said stay quiet.” Yet you still pounded into her relentlessly, practically slamming her forward on the office desk. Her boobs were angled so nicely according to the camera’s location—they peaked through the top of her while collared shirt, both round and bouncing at every single thrust.

You unbuttoned her shirt another level, and her breasts practically burst out from her tight shirt. She cried from the sensitivity; you grabbed one so erotically in your hand while the other bounced wildly now from each thrust. Ganyu put her head down on the table from the intensity of pleasure—and without even meaning to, made her face more visibly fucked-out to the camera. They watched as she cried and drooled on your hand roughly covering her mouth, and even as she came hard on your strap.

virgin kink, overstimulation, slight dumbification, fingering

SHENHE has actually only appeared on your channel once so far, because she said she was curious about your line of work in the camming industry. She was not experienced in sex, and so obviously much less in cam work. So when she expressed great interest in appearing for one of your shows, you realized how fantastic of an opportunity this was to attract more viewers.

“Taking This Cute, Clueless Girl’s First Time! <3” was the rather cute-ish title of the stream, but it was sure to bring people in to watch. You, a big streamer with built-up stamina, deflowering a woman on your show with no experience or knowledge about sex. And Shenhe met such expectations from watchers; she was more than cute. The audience got a treat seeing her confusion as she squirmed from these new, intimate sensations.

“Tell them how it feels,” you prompted, looking right into the camera with a smirk at your audience as your chat was going wild. Shenhe was still clothed—from behind her, both your hands were indecently snaked inside the cloth openings on her hips. One was gripping at her skin; the other was flicking lightly at her clit from under her bodysuit. Shenhe could only manage a few breathy moans from the feeling, and you doubted she’d even be able to answer your command. Her eyes were shut tight, and her head was tilted upwards as her mouth hung open in ecstasy.

Chat was basically begging you to tear her apart. Later in the stream, poor Shenhe was practically crying out from early overstimulation, and both you and your audience found out she cummed a lot. By now, you were both seated on the middle of the bed, her back pressed against your chest, and her bodysuit ripped open at her core. The camera took in all of her, especially the sight of her uncontrollable expressions, and your wet fingers plowing into her. They weren’t even moving that fast, and yet her juices constantly kept spilling out as you slid your fingers.

You’ll take care of her soon—a little reward for being such a good girl on her first time with your audience.

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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Hi!

May I request hurt/comfort with Levi, where Levi comforts the reader when suddenly reader’s mother becomes sick? It’s just I haven’t been feeling good; my mother had heat stroke and I was really scared. I just want to be comforted by Levi

Of course San!! I'm so sorry to hear you've been going through that. It can be so scary. I hope this and Levi can offer you some comfort during this trying time. 💕

You Just Have to Believe It | ModernAU Drabble

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ sick family member, established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff

☾ Word Count ➼ 700

As always, Levi answers the call before the first ring finishes. You find yourself pacing in the white sterile hallways of your hometown's hospital when your boyfriend of three years picks up, breathy from his early evening jog. He says your name with concern, and it's enough to snap you back to reality. You drop the hand that you hadn't noticed you had been nervously biting on, your nails now down to the nubs.

"Levi, I-I don't know what to do. My mom, sh-" You take a deep, shuddering breath.

"Where are you?" You can hear rustling on the other side accompanied by his quickened breath, like he was running.

"Sina General." You can't keep your bottom lip from trembling. Damn it, you were doing so well.

"Keep taking those deep breaths like we practiced. I'll be there soon." You nod in response then remember he can't see you so you whisper back an okay. The line goes quiet as he hangs up.

You're sitting in a waiting chair outside of the room where your mom would soon be in when you hear the familiar pattern of sneakers slapping on the hard floor. Shooting your head up, you see Levi, sweaty and pink faced, charging his way to you. When he's closer, you notice the hard creases in his eyebrows that comes with worry. You let loose a deep breath you hadn't realized you've been holding in this whole time. Wetness is already threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes.

"What happened?" Levi asks the second he's front of you. You don't hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck, him doing the same around your waist and he holds you tightly. Nuzzling into his neck, you breathe in deeply, mainly because you felt another panic attack on it's way but Levi's scent is an added bonus. His musky and clean laundry aroma was enough to instantly ground you. But, it was not enough to stop the tears from flowing. Levi tightens his grip around you, telling you to take the time you need to pull your thoughts together. It's quiet for a moment before you're able to say anything.

"I found her on the kitchen floor when I came over to drop off the storage containers she asked for a while back. She wasn't responding and she hasn't the whole time we've been here." You mumble into the crook of his neck. His thumbs rub circles into your back, a calming gesture he found worked magic on you early on into the relationship.

"Stable?" You feel his deep timbre reverberate from his throat to his chest.

"Yeah, but she's in a coma and they're not sure of the damage just yet. They’re running tests right now. But they're p-pretty sure it's heat st-stroke." Your words tumble as the tremble in your lip becomes worse. Levi gently pulls your chin up with two fingers so that you're staring into his slate gray eyes, both filled with worry and love for you.

"Sina has some of the best doctors in town, if there’s anyone that can figure out how to bring her back to you, it's them." He mutters softly to you.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Well, I'm not. But if there's one thing I'm sure about, it's that she's the second strongest person I know." A smile twitches at the corners of his mouth.

"Second?"

"Next to you." You roll your eyes at him but don't hide the grin, and he kisses the top of your forehead tenderly. "You feel cold. Tea?"

"This hospital has the shittiest tea." You say, directly quoting what he said about a café you two had tried a couple weeks ago. His chest bounces with a small laugh.

"Then I'll go pick some up. Stay here in case they come back with news." He lets go of your body and slides his hand in yours to give it a quick squeeze. "She'll be okay, you just have to believe it." You give him a small nod and squeeze his hand back before he lets go finally. You watch him jog away, not 100% convinced but feeling better knowing he's with you.

@notgoodforlife 💕

#sky's flying adventures #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x gn!reader #hurt comfort #hurt/comfort #fluff #cw hospital

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Weight

Summary: Steve Harrington/Reader; Steve tries to help you with your eating disorder

TW: Discussion of eating disorders, disordered behaviors

A reminder about the Giveaway I’m having (Found here)

“Sorry I can’t; I know you still have practice; I need to finish my homework.” You offer an apologetic smile to Steve who just smirks.

“You’re just saying that to avoid me giving you a sweaty hug.”

“I don’t wanna hear about your euphemism’s for sex harrington!” Jason shouts over and you laugh.

“I’m doing my homework so I don’t get kicked off the cheer team!” Jason rolls his eyes.

“Like Chrissy would ever kick you off! They don’t have anyone small enough to replace you.” Steve teases pulling you into a hug and a kiss before letting you go.

“I’ll work on that history project we have, yeah?” You kiss Steve again and he grins into it. You make it home changing into work out clothes. You’ve been on your exercise bike for an hour before your parents get home and you cycle for another hour before you shower and work on your homework. You cringe when you’re called for dinner and you reason can cycle for another hour, or get in some crunches and sit-ups before bed so the damage won’t be too bad. You’d hadn’t had breakfast or lunch it was likely 500 for dinner, adding in an extra 100 just to be safe, plus the sugar you’d had in your coffee and then extra just in case you guessed wrong; you’d had around 700 total for the day, pretty high, but it’s what you get for not having an excuse for dinner ready.

You can’t skip the study group meeting; you know Jason piles the table with any and all snacks; ever since Chrissy admitted she was throwing up it’s anything Jason thinks she might like. You know Jason keeps a close eye on the snacks; just to make sure Chrissy is eating; which means you worry that he’ll notice you don’t.You don’t need the study group; none of you do; but Steve and Jason mostly use it as an excuse to talk about their next game and Chrissy uses it to bring up ideas for new routines she wants to bring up with the rest of the group. You love talking with Chrissy the fact you’re on the cheer team as a flier helps that the two of you get along so well. Small, easy to lift. You hum in satisfaction your scale saying you had dropped two pounds from yesterday. Not enough. You chase the voice away for now; it’s enough for a shake later.

You’re half awake when Chrissy calls into your house, an hour before your alarm; her smile bright.

“Practice in an hour. They boys wanted to watch” You laugh nodding at her smile.

“Of course. Lemme get dressed? The usual or something for the boys?” You respond, stretching and standing before pulling on your work out clothes.

Practice doesn’t take long. You’re about to finish the last lift, where they toss you back. You let them toss you up, you can tell they misjudged something because you smack into the group harder than you thought. One of them falters and drops you, tumbling both of you further into the ground. You lay there for a moment, trying to stop your head spinning. You sit up, staggering slightly as Chrissy rushes over.

“What just happened?” She jerks your arm, clearly concerned as you stumble more.

“Y/N are you okay?” Her eyes widen when you brush yourself off and wince trying to tug the cheer top down.

“I’m fine.” You can feel your head slowly stopping spinning.

“You went like gray there..” You can see her looking around and you know she’s trying to call over Steve. You grimace a little; the last thing you want is him finding out. Chrissy helps you pull your jacket on.

“I’m fine Chirssy just been forgetting to eat breakfast; with how intense the practice has been; it’s nothing!! Just forgetting one too many times is all!”

“It seems like you never eat lunch either…” Chrissy scowls a little and you swallow. She huffs a little annoyed but then places her usual smile on her face.

“This isn’t like a thing is it? Like you know; me.” She nods a little and you shake your head.

“I have it under control, it’s not bad I swear.” She keeps the smile on her face but you can see her hands almost clawing at her arms; you wonder how much this upsets her; hopefully not enough for her to save anything to Steve.

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You finish getting changed and continue on to class; relieved Chrissy hasn’t seemed to let Steve know. You’re still dreading lunch; you've used up most of your excuses for the past three weeks and you know you’ll have to repeat something. You’re already debating the best one to use.

You manage to avoid anyone commenting on you eating. You manage to get away with skipping lunch but Steve still seems to be watching you.

Steve leans against the doorway and kisses you as you walk through.

“What if that hadn’t been me?”

“Well it was, besides that’s why I waited.” He laughs and you smile back.

“You know one of these days you’re going to mess up and end up kissing Jason or someone.” He shakes his head looping his arm around yours.

“Dinner after practice? I’m starved.” He nods eagerly to his car and you smile back.

“Course, I’m stuffed from lunch so I’ll pick at yours.”

“I’ll get extra fries then; so you don’t feel too horrible about being a fry thief.” He jokes and you smirk at him.

“What was going on with Chrissy? At Cheer practice.”

“Oh I just forgot about how exact the flier routine is, can’t have any fluctuation.”

“You know I bet if you weren’t such a picky eater Chrissy wouldn’t have to practically force feed you protein bars every week.”

“It’s not my fault I have food issues, have you ever eaten a tomato, they’re practically jellyfish level’s of squish, and it’s a vegetable so-“

“Fruit.”

“No we’re not arguing over the tomato again its-“

“A fruit.” Steve wink and pulls out of the parking spot stopping you from responding for the moment.

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Don’t eat. You don’t need it. You want to be better don’t you? Don’t eat. You don’t need it. You want to be better don’t you? Don’t eat. You don’t need it. You try your best to shake away the thoughts in your head. You’re dreading the after practice pizza party everyone wants. You cringe deciding not to bother with lunch or breakfast, even skipping the usual sugar in your coffee. Can’t waste anything; you have to eat some pizza; you can’t let anyone else catch you out; it was too close with Chrissy. You don’t know who else they’d tell and you don’t want to risk Steve catching on. You’re shaking by the time you finish math, and walking to the student lounge is exhausting. You sink into the chair relaxing and pulling a book out to distract yourself. No one bothers you about eating but you catch Steve watching you and you smile at him.

“Babe we’re going to sit outside, you want to come?” Steve asks and you nod. You stretch, waiting for a moment to let everyone rush ahead; you know you can use the excuse of throwing your trash from lunch away; despite having managed to fast since after dinner last night. You sigh, readying yourself for the head rush you normally get. You grimace as the yellow and purple spots invade your vision; you can’t help the faint panic, when the spots don’t clear and they begin to migrate across your line of sight, the edges going dark. You stagger forward, at least you think you do, your vision is no longer spotty, just an expanse of black and gray. You can feel someone’s hand on your shoulder, some sort of blurry and fuzzy sound that’s meant to be their voice.

“I can’t see.” You whimper; you think you reach out but you can’t be sure. Suddenly you can feel pressure against your shoulder you sit down, surprised when you feel the couch, you close your eyes, the gray shadows go away replaced by only black. As you open them you find the spots clearing slowly. Steve staring at you looking terrified. You stand and run before he can say anything.

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You’re hovering next to Steve as he walks with you. He was usually waiting for you. After what Chrissy had said you noticed he was keeping a closer eye on you, you wonder if she did say something to him. All the basketball and cheer teams both seem to be keeping a closer eye on you.

You’re sitting next to Steve, wedges between him and Chrissy. She’s laughing at something Jason said and you’re trying to pay attention but just keep staring at the burger Steve had gotten. It looks delicious; he smiles everytime he catches you staring and you try your best not to look embarrassed. Clearly Jason takes it teh wrong way and teases you about staring at Steve for too long.

“Everyone’s going to get ideas that you’re thinking impure thoughts about him.” Jason laughs and you shake your head Steve smirks.

“Least my girlfriend thinks about me.” You raise an eyebrow at him as he grins at Chrissy.

“So what was the problem earlier, with the team?” Chrissy perks up, smiling; Jason rolls his eyes a little clearly having heard the story alread.

“Y/N had a little slip up! She forgot breakfast one too many times. So it messed up the other’s expectations of her weight. It’s alright; no big deal.” Steve can tell Chrissy sounds strained and you can see him making a note to mention it to Jason; to keep an eye on her; in case she relapses. You’re thankful you don’t have to worry about Steve’s concern in that regard. You nudge the half of your salad over to Lucas who grins.

“Thanks Y/N; you sure?”

“Full.”

“Try mine; please babe…” Steve grins, nudging the burger he’s only half finished over. He drops the apparent urgency that he’d used to move his food, pulling it back. Chrissy offers you a ride back with her and Jason, but Steve waves her off.

“Date night tomorrow; gotta plan.” He nods to you and you wait for him to offer suggestions.

“What’s going on?” He eyes you as you both start to walk home.

“Nothing? I guess I forgot a couple of protein bars during the week.” You shrug; he scowls.

“Seriously, just a couple? Everyone’s noticed. Every single one of the team are worried about you.” You nod, ducking your head.

“Sorry, guess I got caught up in being better at cheering.” You hope it works as an excuse. He stays silent for most of the walk home; as you start toward the turn for your house he catches your wrist.

“Come over?” You nod, stopping into your house to let your parents know you’re staying over at a friend's house.

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You’re lounging on Steve’s bed, half falling asleep when you hear him talking. You snap fully awake, he seems panicked, you move your hand up to press it to his cheek, when he had gotten so close you’re not sure.

“Christ, what was that? Your eyes went weird and your face turned gray again like-” You blink at him shaking your head.

“Nothing. Just tired.” You snap; he’s moving from his bed and he’s getting himself ready for bed. You shrug off the sweater you’re wearing and move to pull your spare shirt from your bag, wincing at the head rush you get from leaning over.

“Shit.” You squeeze your eyes shut whimpering as everything seems to spin. You can feel Steve moving you back on the bed.

“Christ, you’re skin and bones babe.” You blink slowly at him; everything is blurry before it clears. You can feel his arms around you, and you realize he’s hugging you; you wrap your arms around him and press your face into his shoulder.

“You’re so warm. So nice.” You hum contently before he pushes something towards you.

“Here, drink.” You scowl at the glass looking at the brown liquid.

“It’s chocolate milk, the only thing in the fridge.”

“When did you go to the fridge?” He scowls nodding back to the glass.

“Just a sip.” You nod putting the glass to your lips and taking slightly more than a sip, lest he decide you need to drink more.

“Good girl.” He hums kissing your forehead. You don’t question it instead yawning as he pulls a blanket over you.

“Get some rest.” You nod expecting him to leave the room, instead he wraps his arms around you, when your body touches his you realize how cold you are, how much you’re shivering as his body warms yours.

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You wake up to him nudging you. Shoving a glass of water towards you. You cringe at the other glass; it looks like it’s filled with some sort of smoothie.

“So what’s going on then? With the ‘food issues’ as you call it.” You shrug.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s an eating disorder.”

“It’s not. I have it under control. I’m not doing anything dangerous. Besides not like you know anything about it.” You snap cringing internally about how defensive you are.

“Chrissy Cunningham only got treatment because she passed out in Eddie’s house and he told me.Jason didn’t want to bother her parents.”

“I’m really sorry about that Steve, but I’m not her.”

“I know you’re not. You’re not as bad as her; you’re not as sick. You don’t make yourself vomit yet, but you will. It’s how she went.” He glares and you brush your hand against his face.

“SteveI’m-“

“No you will. You almost passed out, so now everyone is gonna make you eat and you’re gonna panic about it and then decide it’s just easier to eat it and throw up later and you’re gonna pretend everything is fine and nothing’s wrong even if your parents drag you off to treatment and you leave!” He shouts and you can’t bite back how angry it makes you.

“Then leave me first! I have everything under control. If you don’t think I do; if you don’t believe me then leave.” You stumble back slightly grabbing your bag.

“Here, I’ll start.” You stagger to the door growling at yourself when the spots return, when your vision blurs completely and you can’t feel if you’re standing anymore. Everything collapses to black and you’re not sure if you’re even on the ground.

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Everything is no longer black, but a blinding gray that makes you try to shift and twist away from it. You open your eyes unaware you had them closed but trying your best not to close them again as you’re greeted by the Hawkin’s Hospital’s peppered ceiling tiles. You sigh, your throat burning uncomfortably as you wiggle in the bed, unsure if you can sit up or not. You lick your lips and swallow counting seventeen dots on the smallest tile, and creating five dragon shapes from the different shadows that linger on the tile next to the smoke alarm.

“What do you mean you’re going to let her out, she’s sick, she needs help!”

“She not underweight, we can’t do anything to help her. We gave her fluids because she was dehydrated but that’s all we can do for now.” You can hear the drone from the doctor and almost block it out save for Steve’s voice.

“How do I help her? I couldn’t help my friend and-“ His voice crackles and you wince sitting up trying to see him; you know he’s probably crying.

“Just try to listen to her, start small, eat a meal with her, or a snack; just so you know she has something in her system.” You can see the back of his head as he nods and then turns when the Doctor inclines his head slightly. You wish you’d still been pretending to be asleep. How frantic he looks and choppy he moves to your side, his entire body trembling.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have left, I just; I know this; it’s safe.” You shrug a little and he nods softly.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t see you as her.”

“No it’s okay; must be hard watching someone you care about go down the same path.”

“Well maybe I can help you turn around? Start on a different one?” You nod leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I’d like that. To be honest the protein bars taste like chalk.” He laughs nodding in agreement.

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Just Glad To Be Back - William Riker x Reader

Summary: A mission as kept Riker from the Enterprise for days. Finally back, he is eager to spend time with his partner.

Word Count: 700+

Rating: SFW - Suggestive at the end.

Author's Note: This was meant to be Riker receiving the soft cuddles he needs and turned into something suggestive. I'm sorry my mind is in the gutter I'll have something to show for it tomorrow.

- - - - - - - - - - Undercover missions were always an exciting affair, but William Riker found greater comfort in being able to return to the Enterprise. As thrilling at it is to finesse information right out from the noses of others, the constant threat of discovery afforded him no rest.

Fatigue had at least waited to set in until after the Mission Debrief. Dismissed from duty for the next couple days to recoup, Riker probably should have headed for his quarters after leaving the Bridge. Instead, he orders the Turbolift to the deck he knows your office to be.

- Hearing your office doors part you don't bother to look up, figuring it to be the troublesome Ensign new to your department. After a moment you hear a throat clean and look up to see that the First Officer has come to grace your office.

"Will! Why didn't you tell me that you got back?" Quickly pushing yourself away from the desk, you are out of your chair and have made your way into the arms offered. You feel lips press to the top of your head as your surrendered yourself to Riker's embrace.

Holding him tightly back in turn, only pulling back to hear his answer.

"Had to get the debrief over with first-- how much longer do you have?" Riker doesn't pull back, instead tipping his head down as he speaks. Of course he is eager to know just when he can steal your away from the Lab.

"We're a little behind, so another couple hours. You should go clean up and rest; we can meet at Ten Forward later?" Though his smile is warm and bright, you can tell the creases at his eyes are from more than just delight.

He's tired, about ready to drop now that he isn't having to look over he shoulder every second.

"Alright. Just-- come to my quarters when you are done?" Clearly not exactly the answer Riker wants to hear, but off-duty himself he couldn't very well sign you off too. He resigns himself to the promise of later.

"Can do! Now go, you can tell me all about the mission over dinner." You offer a quick kiss before trying to leave his hold; Riker's hands falling away to hang at his sides.

Riker lingered for a moment longer before leaving, watching you go back to your reports. Thinking it best to do as you asked, he made off for his quarters.

- Startled awake by the sound of the Computer alerting him to someone outside; Riker quickly moves off the couch as he calls for the door to open. With a soft sigh the door parts revealing you - there are requested.

"Finally free Y/N?" Riker's smile is brighter than before as he ushers you inside.

"If I didn't have a new Ensign tearing my Lab apart you might not have had to wait for me." You sigh, and Riker listens as he leads you to the small dinning area.

Concluding your little rant as you take a seat, Riker ask if there is anything in particular you wanted to eat.

"So, how did things go with your mission? Didn't have too much fun down there?" You ask after answering, watching as Riker turns to the Replicator.

"Just glad to be back. Not exactly a place I would pick for Shore Leave." Riker answers, returning with food and taking his seat opposite you.

Dinner is a comfortable, drawn-out affair as you listen to Riker recount his past few days planet-side. At some point Riker had rested his hand across the table, you seeing the gesture were quick to slide you hand in his.

Time may have gotten the best of both of your, as now the hour is late, a fact made clear to Riker once he sees you yawn.

"Falling asleep on my already Y/N?" Riker teases, refusing to let go of your hand as he leaves his seat.

"What can I say? You know how to tell a good story and I like listening to you." You shoot back with a grin, following as you are pulled from your chair and tugged in close against the large man.

"Oh? I can tell you a better one in bed." Riker's voice a near growl in your ear; his hands starting to wander across your sides as you lean against him.

"I'm sure you can."

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markwatkinsconsumerguide · 16 days

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Consumer Guide / No.130 / Richard Pitman discusses his "Sporting Life" with Mark Watkins.

MW: As a horse jockey, list in order (of merit) your three most memorable races, and give reasons for each of your selections…

RP: 1. Has to be Crisp, in the 1973 Grand National,his brave front running and arrow-like jumping, giving lumps of weight away, was a thrill money could not buy.

2. Pendil was another electric jumper, unbeaten for almost 3 years and should have added 2 Cheltenham Gold Cups to his numerous major steeplechase victory's (beaten in a photo finish in 1973 and fell three out a year when absolutely pulling my arms out).

3. Lanzarote, won the 1974 Champion Hurdle beating Comedy Of Errors who took that race twice and was just the better horse. We made a race plan to take the one chink in his armour, made it a stamina contest which caused him to jump right handed on a left handed course when it mattered.

MW: On race day, what factors can put you off (rider), perhaps more importantly, put the horse off, from doing its best?

RP: One chaser I rode fell 6 times yet was a good jumper at home. No obvious reason until we waved a hanky in front of his head without any reaction. He was blind !

MW: How did you feel about using the whip, and what you see go on nowadays?

RP: A monumental mistake in the 73 Grand National on Crisp, having been well clear of the field, his stamina went as a car running out of petrol. In order to get the last drop of fuel, I gave him a reminder with the whip in my right hand after the final fence. He weighed over 700 kilos so drifted left handed giving away 2 lengths but was beaten only half-a-length in final 2 strides before the winning post. I should have kept him balanced with both hands on the reins, a costly and boyish error.

What annoys me now is every day I see jockeys getting horses into trouble when using the whip in the incorrect hand. There is so often an open side approaching a jump and under pressure a horse will often take the easy option. If, as they quote, the whip is for correction , a tap down the shoulder and guidance by the reins , will take the horse's mind off the gap.

The flat jockeys are far better in this regard but not totally blameless. The usually faster ground and shorter distance races, is the main reason so many flat races are fought out with riders pushing to the finish not whipping.

MW: When a horse dies, do they ever have any kind of memorial?

RP: Yes, numerous memorials yet it is not lawful these days to bury horses. The two magnificent horses who fought out the 1973 Grand National, Red Rum and Crisp both have lasting resting places. Red Rum is actually buried at Aintree next to the winning line, standing upright with his nose adjacent to the finish. There is a fenced-off area with a written memorial for the public to pay their respects.

For Crisp, he has been buried in the Zetland hunting country where he spent 8 year’s retirement galloping and jumping with zest and admiration. He lies besides the driveway to the Trotters who originally planted a pink flowering cherry tree above him, now replaced with a stone wall with his name chiseled onto a huge round milling stone.

MW: In your experience, how much input does an owner, or trainer, usually have in what a jockey may or may not do in a race?

RP: Plans will have been hatched prior to a race with a rider expected to change them for the better when situations change. Split second decisions to avoid trouble in races is a huge attribute. Like driving a car, seeing the danger before it happens, is paramount. Lester Piggott was renowned for doing his own thing in a race regardless of his orders claiming not to have heard the plan !

MW: As a racing commentator, list in order (of merit) your three most memorable races, and the reasons for your selections…

1. Aldaniti’s Grand National victory in 1981 stands out as his rider Bob Champion had recovered from serious cancer two years earlier. The treatment was so harsh it nearly killed him. Added to that his horse had career threatening leg injuries but he was regularly told the horse would be ready when Bob was back in the saddle. Just getting to the start was a huge dream, to win it was so emotional.

2. Frankel retired to take up stallion duties after two seasons racing on .the flat winning 14 races unbeaten in top class races. He has passed on his genes to his offspring who are much sought after. His only worry was the frailty of his hooves precluding racing and exercise shoes being nailed on so his trainer Henry Cecil had plastic shoes glued to his front feet.

3. Dawn Run, a huge, narrow mare who won the Champion Hurdle and the The Cheltenham Gold Cup and remains the only female horse to do so. In the latter, she showed true grit when headed at the final fence then fought back to overhaul the three horses in front of her!

MW: Have you ever commentated for radio?

RP: Never did radio as contracted to BBC tv racing team for 37 years.

MW: What are your thoughts on the recent safety improvements to the Grand National?

RP: The changes to the traps riders and horses had to negotiate made the race very special yet public opinion rightly weighed in favour of drastic changes. This year's race saw 20 horses in with a chance of winning just 2 fences from home which in itself was so exciting.

There is just one further trap to consider, The Canal Turn jump is actually at 90 degrees to the course causing the rider to cut the corner when aiming at the inside of the jump. The crowding from the 36 horses to save valuable ground there, could see a massive pile up if one of the leading horses falls as it happens fast with no time for evasive action!

MW: Have any books that you've read fit the description, “unputdownable”?

RP: I am an avid reader and love historical novels, especially by Philippa Gregory. All Wilber Smith’s and on a non-violent theme, all of the late Maeve Binchy’s.

MW: What's the best book you’ve written?

RP: Not published for 20 years after 7 racing based novels, the last and best is Joseph’s Mansion. Also wrote 6 non-fiction and most proud of, Fit For A Queen, regaining the late Queen Mother’s racing life celebrating her 400 hundred winners, not just a list of those horses but an in depth of the people who shared her journey.

MW: ...music tastes?

RP: I enjoy most music, mostly BBC Radio 2 and BBC Radio Oxford plus Classic FM on a Sunday morning.

MW: Based on your life experiences, what and how did you “train” your two sons in terms of useful life skills…

RP: Doubtful!

MW: What’s the greatest act of kindest you’ve received?

RP: I have been lucky to get financial and advice from those close to me .

MW: What do you think are your best traits?

RP: I would help anyone who asks, I believe you get back what you give.

The most gratifying thing I ever did was to donate a kidney to an unknown person in 2012. Ten weeks later riding in a charity race at Aintree, the first race on Grand National day. This was also the last race The BBC tv team covered, a day to remember!

Richard Pitman (@Richard44158292) / X (twitter.com)

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Idol Land update is out and no end of service announcement. Are we all a bunch of Chicken Littles squawking that the sky is falling or is there something there to the doomsaying? Well, regardless our MyCharas will live to die another day.

Personally I'm optimistic. I'd like to believe Idol Land can make it at least to its first anniversary. Naïve? Maybe. In denial? Definitely. Am I in denial about being in denial? Most certainly.

But thinking about idol Land ending got me thinking about other end of service games I've lived through.

This got long so . . .

Naturally, PriPuz is one of the first that comes to mind. This was before I had either my smartphone or my tablet so instead I played it on my PC via emulation on BlueStacks. Oof, that was a bit rough. Playing with a computer mouse for dragging was not intuitive at all. Most times I was lucky to get a decent score.

Next, Wake Up, Girls! Shinsei no Tenshi aka WUGten. This was a browser game, one of many boneheaded decisions made by the people in charge of the WUG group and franchise. The game was available through Rakuten and for a very short period available worldwide until quickly being locked to Japan only. So despite having my tablet I had to resort to my computer and a VPN (any attempt I made to get it working on a tablet didn't go through). I actually have a video of me playing this one!

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The audio is Not Great. The sound effects will probably hurt your ears a bit. This was one of my early attempts at recording anything through my computer. This video has been up for five years and sits below 700 views. Look at that very ambitious Episode 1 on the thumbnail.

As you can tell, it's a bit laggy. Doing those flick notes on the computer was tricky but it looks like I managed. Watching this kind of reminds me of Idol Land in ways. I was just so excited to be playing a Wake Up, Girls! themed rhythm game that I was 100% willing to look past any jankyness involved.

It's impossible to disassociate the end of WUGten with the dissolution of the Wake Up, Girls! idol group itself. I wonder if the game would have lasted longer if they were still around. Of course, I wonder a lot of things about Wake Up, Girls!, questions that will likely remain with me, unanswered, for a long time.

Mega Miracle Force, a fighting game crossing over a bunch of Compile Heart games. Of course, I was in for it exclusively for Hyperdimension Neptunia. One of the key selling points was two different characters fused together to make a new one.

I understood almost nothing about how to play and there weren't many helpful English resources in the long run but I think I managed to make my way around well enough.

I had three different accounts. I lost the first one and stopped playing on my second run after some point. The transfer system at the time was similar to Idol Land in that the code only lasted for a short while so when I got my smartphone I had to start anew. Fortuitous as the game went down a few months later.

Magia Record EN. This was a frustrating one. I got into the game when the anime started airing. Sadly seems the anime wasn't enough because Aniplex shut this one down before season 2 even aired. I don't remember how far I got in but I don't think it was much.

And finally, she is the one named

Sailor Moon Drops! This was my Candy Crush, a Sailor Moon themed Match 3 game? Heaven. It's also the only English translated Sailor Moon game we're ever going to see, probably.

I get why Bandai might have closed this one down? Yeah, I guess. Do I still wish they had kept it up in some form, even without providing any new content? Hell yes. Other Match 3 games just don't scratch that same itch

So there it is, my wall of death, a reminder of how brutal the live service model can be when it comes to mobile games and that no game's lifespan is ever certain.

#michie longpost #random promo for my dead YT channel #moon drops i'll always miss you #almost got too in my feelings about WUG in here

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How should we pray ? [convertplayer id="qqi48da7e" width="700" height="525"] When people today call or write about prayer this is the first place that I take them. These are absolutely the best verses on prayer. Philippians 4:6a "Be careful (or worry) for nothing;..." You’ve seen these little wall plaques that say, "why worry when you can pray." Well there’s more to that than meets the eye. We’re not supposed to worry. Now we can be concerned. I think everyone of us have concerns, and we have that right to have those concerns, but we’re not to fret and worry. Philippians 4:6b "... but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving..." It doesn’t do you any good to petition God if you forget to thank Him for it in advance as you pray.. Thanking God is the criteria, that’s the modus operandi for prayer. Make it with thanksgiving. Philippians 4:6b "...let your requests be made known unto God...." He isn’t limiting your request. It can be anything as long as it’s in Godly reason of course, but let your requests be made known unto God. Here we can come, and ask with thanksgiving, but God may say, No! He may say, no not right now, maybe later. He may say, Yes. But regardless how He answers in verse 6, you’ve already got the answer in verse 7. We’ve got the answer to our prayers here in verse 7, and what is it? Philippines 4:7 "And the peace of God, (no matter how God answers our request) which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Do you see why we don’t have to worry about anything? It’s because we have that peace of God, and that’s what keeps us. I know that’s beyond human understanding. I know we’re all human and we do worry and fret, and get overly concerned, and yet I think most of us have to admit that through all of our tight spots, we came through it with God’s help. Now that’s where we have it over on the world. God never promises us that we’re going to go through life without problems. We’re going to have just as many problems as many in the world around us, but what’s the difference? We have God with us in our problems, we have Him to take us through and we can rest assure in that. Another Scripture comes to mind in Psalms chapter 37. Now this is from David even under the Law, but I can still go back and use it in application, and it’s a beautiful couple of verses. This passage fits right along this same line of thinking. The peace that passeth all understanding will keep our heart and minds through Christ Jesus. Now let’s look what David writes, and let’s start with verse 5. My what a promise. Psalms 37:5 "Commit thy way unto the LORD trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass" Maybe not in our timing, but in His. Isn’t that a promise? My I’ve gone through trying times myself, and I just about wear that verse out. But do you know what it means to commit something? It means you take it to God and leave it with Him. I think I’ve given this example before. Regardless what you think of the Post Office, I think most of you just go and drop your letter in the mail slot. Do you go home and for the next week fret and worry whether it got to it’s destination or not? No. Because as soon as you dropped that letter, what did you do? You committed it to the Postal Service to take care of it. You don’t go home and lose sleep over worrying if the letter got there. Because you’re assuming that it will. You committed it, and you let it go at that. Now this is what verse 5 means. Psalms 37:5 "Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass." When you have a need, a problem, or concern, you simply commit it to the Lord. You take it to Him, and you leave it there, you don’t hang on to it. If you hang onto that letter, it never will get down into the mail, because you’ve still got it. But if you let it go then it’s committed. The other verse I like here in this chapter is verse 7. Psalms 37:7a "Rest

in the LORD,..." Do you know what it means to rest? It means to relax. Turn those concerns over to Him, don’t hang on to your problems. But rather "Rest in the Lord." Psalms 37:7b "...and wait patiently for him: See, we’re in a society of instant gratification. Give it to me now Lord, I’m in a hurry! No we have to learn to "wait patiently for him." Psalms 37:7b "...fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass." Boy we see that every day don’t we? We look at the young ungodly world around us, and all their prosperity, and wealth, and wonder, "Why?" Don’t worry about that, because those are things that are in God’s hand. But our responsibility is to commit our way unto the Lord, trust in Him and let Him bring it to pass in His own time. Some times it takes a lot longer than we think. It may take years, but God will do it in His own time. [convertplayer id="nlqWQz7wY" width="700" height="525"] Colossians 1:12 "Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet (or prepared us) to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light:" Now let’s look at giving thanks to the Father. I’ve had several questions lately, it’s funny how they sort of come in groups, and the question is, "Is it appropriate to pray to the Father in this age of Grace? Well I taught it on television, and had forgotten when I taught it but I found it the other day, so I’m going to have you turn back to Ephesians chapter 5, because maybe some of you or some of the listening audience wonder about praying to the Father, as the Lord’s prayer instructs us to do. Yes that has not changed. This is as clear cut an answer as you can get. Ephesians 5:20 "Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ:" Isn’t that exactly how we do it? So it’s still appropriate today, yes we do pray to the Father, and we do all in the name then of the Lord Jesus Christ, and we’re going to see that relationship in the Trinity in little later verses, but for now come back again to Colossians chapter 1. So Paul as he prays to the Father in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ he has thanked God, the Father that He took these Colossians out of paganism, out of darkness, out of the chains of the satanic powers and translated them into the heavenly kingdom. Now what’s happened to the Colossians has happened to us. We too have been translated from a position in darkness, and we are now citizens of the heavenly kingdom. Now Paul does not make a big a do about our kingdom relationship, because after all that’s primarily associated with the nation of Israel. [convertplayer id="qfDz0ehdC" width="700" height="525"] Colossians 3:17 "And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him." Now there’s the process again, as Paul also gave it in Ephesians on how we’re to pray. I still have people ask, "Are we still supposed to pray in the name of Jesus?" Absolutely! Come back with me to Ephesians chapter 5. You’ll see this is plain English, this is the process. Ephesians 5:20 "Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father (how?) in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;" Now that’s the Scriptural instructions, and Paul says the same thing here in Colossians. Now looking at Colossians again. Colossians 3:17 "And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him." By the Lord Jesus, because after all He’s the One that’s at the right hand of the Father, He’s the One that’s the advocate, He’s the One that is the intercessor, and it only makes common sense. In fact another verse comes to mind in I Timothy chapter 2. Again it’s a good admonition for all of us. I Timothy 2:1-5 "I exhort therefore, that, first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks, be made for all men; 2. For kings, (our government) and for all that are in authority, that we may lead a quiet and peaceabl

e life in all godliness and honestly. 3. For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Saviour. 4. Who will have all men to be saved, and to come unto the knowledge of truth. 5. For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus;" Oh aren’t you glad you don’t have to go through a priest, or a religion, but you have clear access into the throne room. [convertplayer id="q4xa5R7Gg" width="700" height="525"] II Corinthians 1:11 "Ye also helping together by prayer for us, that for the gift bestowed upon us by the means of many persons thanks may be given by many on our behalf." In other words Paul then, and like we do today, realized what really sustained him in his ministry. The prayers of the saints! Never fail to pray for one another. Pray for us, and others in the ministry that God is using to reach hearts. Remember prayer changes things. [convertplayer id="sEodaBsQw" width="700" height="525"] Colossians 2:13 "And you, being dead in your sins (absolutely, we were as under the control of the old nature, our spirit was completely of fellowship with God and so that’s what Paul says we were in the world. We were dead in sin) and the uncircumcision of your flesh (by virtue of being Gentiles) but hath he (God) quickened (has regenerated our spirit. He has crucified old Adams and has given us a new nature. A new divine nature) together with him, having (already) forgiven you all trespasses." Before I go back and look at another word, let’s look at Colossians chapter 3, since we’re already in that. And let’s look at verse 13. And again, Paul repeats this twice in two chapters to drive it home. And oh, most of Christendom has a hard time swallowing this, I know they do. But here it is again. Colossians 3:13 "Forbearing one another, (remember, he’s writing to believers congregated in an assembly) and forgiving one another, if any may have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye." Now look at that verse very carefully. Is there any demand in that verse that you forgive your enemy before you can be saved? NO! That’s already done by the Grace of God. You’re forgiven. But now since you and I are forgiven, what should we be ready to do? Forgive whoever we have ought against, whether it’s in the Church or neighborhood or whatever. There is nothing stipulated in Paul’s Gospel, nor his writings that first we have to forgive everybody before we can be forgiven like the Lord Jesus said during His earthly ministry under Law. I had a question come the other day. Someone had heard it and they had missed it. The Lord’s Prayer. The Lord’s Prayer isn’t appropriate for us today. The Lord’s Prayer was under Law. It was to Israel. And it says "forgive us our trespasses (when?) as we forgive those who trespass against us." Now that’s Law. And absolutely a Jew could not be forgiven until he went and forgave his neighbor. But that doesn’t hold true today. We’re forgiven by the Grace of God. And if we’re forgiven, then why in the world can’t we forgive our neighbor? That’s the teaching. [convertplayer id="sBjWLgI7K" width="700" height="525"] Romans 8:26 "Likewise the Spirit (the Holy Spirit who is now indwelling us, according to Paul's teaching) also helpeth our infirmities (our weaknesses. There's not much we can do about it because we're dealing with the invisible, in the realm of the Spirit. But let God do it. God can strengthen us in our places of infirmity): for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered." That verse is kind of hard to comprehend, except to say I think that there will come places in our lives when we just don't know how to pray. We have an idea of what we want, but we can't put it into words. I've told my classes over the years, when you get to that situation, just be quiet, shut up and let the Holy Spirit commune for you. This is not necessarily a tongues experie

nce. That's not what Paul is talking about. But we get to this place where the Holy Spirit actually intercedes on our behalf.

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