#need to move a chair over by there

[adelle-ein]

desire to watch more slay the princess vs fear of horror games. fight

#i watched rtgame's playthrough and i was largely ok. put my hand over the screen for bits of the specter #and i'm not sure i'll ever do wraith tbh i think that one's too much for me. maybe not nightmare #but like. i haven't seen thorn. thorn should be fine. etc #but yeah i know the devs said not to watch playthroughs but consider. i cannot watch this game alone lmao and in this context #a streamer counts as “not alone” haha #i just need another voice.... #also my computer chair faces away from the door so FUCK that (i can't move it apartment small furniture heavy) #it is so funny though. normally i avoid horror like the plague bc i know myself #but i saw the stp ''please don't'' art and was like. well. i have to now. this is my brand #(i did pre-read the trigger guide and google as necessary to not completely be freaked out though) #txt

[glompcat]

I am waiting rn for my new AC install, so while waiting in these humid conditions (I tried to move all the furniture near the windows earlier, which was a HUGE mistake) I decided to read some Xena comics. Below is a collection of some of my favorite panels so far:

#I didn't fully move my dining table #just kinda shoved it to the side #because I got overheated #the problem with a four hour delivery window when you are waiting for an AC install #is it is 4 hours in no AC #where you spend far too much time fretting over if you've made everyone's life easy enough yet #especially when the AC unit is normally right behind your dining table #which has crap piled on it #and chairs around it #etc #anyway I am fairly out of it #and need nice fun low mental energy things for rn #so xena comics it shall be #I may switch to buffy comics in a bit idk #boom really has been doing an amazing job with buffy tbh #its so nice #but I kinda fell off in the middle of that one about Willow accidently becoming the Slayer in a spell mishap in high school

[binch-i-might-be]

writing exercise without the writing part: sit and consciously acknowledge every sound you can hear

#cars going by outside the creaking of my leather jacket as i type the faint hum of the radiator people talking a couple rooms over #the wicker chair isn't making any sounds because i a holding my breath and not moving at all! #you never know when you'll need to describe the ambience of wherever you are in a project....... #rayrambles

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

help my insomnia is getting so bad i'm drawing up ways to more effectively utilize the space in my room

#i love how the placement of the closet moves LMAOOOO trust me ik what i'm going for #also forgot a few key things. forgot the tv in the first drawing (it's over my desk) and the fact that the back wall (where my bed is - #- has a big ass cupboard/shelf over it. the tv could still def fit there though. also the chalkboard. but i fr have ample room for a couch #i would also need like a new desk chair and more shelves for all my tchotckes and books BUT this can absolutely work. #i feel like i'm charlie in the pepe silvia scene pitching this to literally no one bc who gives a shit but oh well <3 #the outlets would still work fine too

[jackleopard]

I went to a school to test some kids today for my thesis and the teacher who received me and talked to me while we waited for the headmaster was the nicest person 💕💕💕

#he was like ‘ah what are you doing for your thesis’ and we started talking and he has a philosophy degree and we like debated about #psychology and philosophy and education and stuff #and he was so interesting and also sooo nice he kept like saying ‘wow I’m really enjoying your ideas and your perspective’ #and then he was also super nice when I needed a place to test the kids in and he like helped me move chairs and tables and get the kids from #their classes #then I had to stay there over lunch time and he was like adamant that I must eat and that the school could give me food and I didn’t have to #go out and buy anything but I had to tell him no bc my stomach is sooo sensitive I couldn’t eat (and also I’m a picky eater aksjjdd) #and he was like so worried that I would faint that i would be hungry or thirsty etc #and then when I finished he insisted on walking me out of the school and to a main avenue — because the school is in this kind of ‘unsafe/ #dangerous’ area and I was like ‘thank you but you don’t have to’ bc he had helped so much #but he wouldn’t hear of it so he did walk me and I was so grateful bc a) I have THE worst sense of direction so I was going to get lost #and b) it was a really long way to the main avenue and I was glad for the company to distract myself of how tired and hungry I actually was #and lastly he told me that he really wanted to come to my thesis presentation whenever I did it because he was really impressed by how well #i articulated myself and how interesting my subject was which was so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #idk it was really like such a heartwarming thing he was just SO incredibly nice and made a day that could’ve been sooo tiring a lot better #uni #personal

[nexus-nebulae]

that moment when your health is neglected for so long that the thing you originally needed to fix it won't work anymore :)

#low health #i've been begging for a wheelchair for over a year #got nothing not even a rollator #now i'm at a point where there's no way i'd be able to use a manual wheelchair #my shoulders and hands are too fucked up that even they can't propel me #so basically my family waited so long to get me a manual chair that now i think i require a power chair #which is even more expensive and harder to get and maintain and find places to use #if i'd actually gotten the manual chair and didn't sit here deteriorating for more than an entire year i might not have needed this by now #but now i physically can't walk without my hips trying to shove themselves out of their sockets #and i don't even have to move my shoulders for them to do the same #i have had my shoulders completely still and all i am doing is breathing and typing and they just. decide to do this. #like i swear to fuck at this point i need a full body cast and a power chair just to even give me time to heal a little #even if it doesn't fix the problem at least give my body time to recover from the amount of pain i was forced to put it in

[dredshirtroberts]

like the absolute worst part of my body crapping out on me like this (aside from not being able to help out around the house and the obvious downside of being in rather intense amounts of pain) is that like. I get settled right? I sit down i'm settled i'm gonna be sat here until i absolutely *have* to get up.

but like also there's stuff i will just have to do in order to Exist - like pee or eat. and i gotta make decisions when i stand and i gotta try and push for as long as i can while i'm standing to get the necessities taken care of because like

it fucking hurts but everything costs more energy because it hurts. so i'm making decisions like 15 minutes in advance of body signals because i gotta plan this shit out and that's just...

god you guys it's just exhausting.

#chronic pain #this happens more often than i talk about but it had been less for a little and i was so happy and i could move and now it's like #WHY AM I ONLY ALLOWED RELIEF FOR LIKE A WEEK AND A HALF?????? #and like not even because i still gotta be careful or it comes back worse! and faster!! #anyway i need to get standing and go potty and figure out lunch food #and then eat kinda quickly so i can plan my move from the Chair to my bedroom so that i can leave the living space clear #for a meeting my partner has later #and then i'll have to figure out how to escape myself from the bedroom after the meeting is done so i can be stationed in the common spaces #and not have to miss out on socializing with Friend (which i very much want to do) #because is New To Me friend and i enjoy having company over to socialize

[purple-is-great]

it's my first day in my new apartment and here is a list of things i'm unreasonably excited about having:

a kitchen!! i can cook with an oven! i can have multiple things cooking on the stove at the same time! i can wash the dishes standing up at a sink instead of kneeling on the floor! (i used to cook my food with a single hot plate (is that the word?? anyway) and wash dishes in two big plastic tubs on the bathroom floor)

a tiny little balcony!! (a french balcony in finnish, one that's basically just a door you can open and railing right outside to keep you from falling down) i don't even have any special reason for why this one is good, it's just somehow really nice! but i can open the door and get some of the wonderful spring air in! and the glass door lets in so much light!!

a second floor apartment!! people can't see in! i can people-watch without it being super obvious! no one can let their dog piss right outside my window! it'll be warmer in winter because there's some insulation between me and the earth!

#the floor is currently filled with stuff so there isn't space yet #but it feels so spacious! #and it feels like a full home because it has a kitchen and like. a cupboard in the bathroom #this feels like a place where i could invite someone over #partially because when coming to help me move my dad also brought me the following items: #two chairs from my parents' house #my parents' newish vacuum cleaner (mum prefers the older one) #a mattress (and a new pillow and duvet from ikea) #so if i invite someone over the place will be actually clean #and they will have a place to sit that isn't my bed or the single chair i used to own #and i can have a friend crash on my floor if needed

[sysig]

Things I’m aiming for: Having a Weekly TV Guide this Sunday

#I did a bunch of doodling yesterday and most of it turned out Very Nice and Good #I finally finished the comic I started before I got sick! That was like three weeks ago!! #The entire time I was just like Hhhhhh don't smudge don't get spilled on don't wrinkle don't do anything just stay right where you are #Luckily it opted to do just that thank goodness and I was able to finish it! Now I just have to scan that and the two other pages I finished #Well technically I only finished one page but I /started/ a second one - yet another unfinished comic all sketched out! #I am incorrigible lol #But considering I'm not aiming to have the TV Guide done before Sunday that means I have Until then to work on it #And since I've been on Such a roll since recovering (mostly) - thank goodness btw - I have high hopes #I also want to make another speed draw in the meantime lol - goals! Let's see how many I'm able to hit #It actually ended up being detrimental to my bodily health in a perfect storm of doodling yesterday lol #Since I'm still not Officially moved in I am still without my rocking chair :( Which means getting traction on my sitting location is hard #I need very deep seats with comfortably sloping backs and the ability to rock* *Not always necessary but a Very Good bonus #I have none of the above so I can't lean back and bring my lap desk closer to my failing eyes #(My glasses need a check up but y'know - everything) Doesn't help but it is what it is #So instead I have to Lean Over my lap desk and support my head downwards rather than balancing it atop my neck #News - terrible. Just awful. Would not recommend #I can't get a win. But I will! Sometime! Soon!! I better >:0

[labyrynth]

ok but seriously how are moms so good at ruining your day in 0.05 seconds

#i very nicely asked her to not put things on top of my computer #because i need to use my computer l #and i really hate having to clear it off every time i want to use my computer #especially because i specifically never put anything on top of my laptop #and she went on about ‘well don’t put your stuff in the common area’ #ma’am i have told you so many fucking times that if you want something moved #just fucking tell me and i will move it #blanket statements like ‘don’t have things in the common area’ is an impossible rule to abide by #just like ‘don’t keep things on the table’ #the table is supposed to have things on it #that’s its whole purpose #she said the only place i can have things in the common area is my desk #so i dumped out all of the shit she’s been keeping in it because she’s been taking up like half the drawer space this whole time #oh what? you don’t like it when you’re trying to use a space and there’s crap all over it? #aww that’s so horrible :( i can’t at all imagine what that feels like. to want to use a space and have stuff all over it in the way. #gosh i really wonder what it’s like when someone dumps crap all over the space you want to use. can’t possibly imagine what that feels like. #she’s literally been living away from home the entire time since i moved back and has the gall to come back for like three days #and blow her top about ‘being rejected’ and ‘feeling alienated’ in her own home #btw she says this about me when i sit in the good chair #and not in a joking way #like sorry i haven’t been observing your presence & leaving it for you to enjoy (in spirit. because she’s not living here at present.) #god istg when she moves back in that’s when i start moving out

[trash-user]

ugh why can my room not tidy itself

#this is hell #what i need is under my desk but the chair is in the way #and the chair wont move coz there is shit all over the floor

[ahoysailorsteve]

i told myself I would go to bed early tonight so I could actually rest a little and watch volume 2 with some clarity. but of course I have once again fooled myself into thinking I can stick to a plan

#a little over 5 hours to go and I still need to shower and get ready for bed and try to relax a little before sleep is a possibility #i did set up my little viewing area though! #I moved my desk chair in front of my tv and set out a water bottle & tissues like some kind of fucked up christmas eve santa offering

[skrunksthatwunk]

playing dmc1 with my earbuds in (but on low volume bc they're being weird) while my roommate and her shitty bf argue. i feel like i'm recreating the very specific experience of some child of divorce out there

#how do i tell her she needs to break up with him immediately. posthaste.fuck it funny post over rant incoming tw emotional abuse i think #nyarla dni #(<- roomie and nyarla have met and i don't wanna air roomie's drama to ppl who know her w/o her consent. anon internet ppl only) #listen i'm normally for gentle advising and that's probably what i'll do since i don't want to stress her out but oh my fucking god what is #his problem. he's constantly putting her in these weird no-win situations where the only right answer is to never be upset or disagree or b #wrong on accident or be misunderstood by him and to tell him everything she's feeling so she's not 'playing mind games' but if she says wha #she's feeling he'll interrogate her and badger her with the same questions over and over again insisting she's unreasonable until she gives #in and says she's sorry with an attitude he likes. i fucking don't like him. and a lot of this is observations from today. the day after sh #GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT AND BROKE HER NECK. WHAT THE FUCK. #it's like he expects to be treated like a king on one of the worst days of her life and when she's upset he's like OH. OH I GET IT. #and lectures her on having attitude and taking things out on others when she's literally not even doing that. not to an extent that matters #anyway. like. there's more productive ways of dealing with that. where you don't treat them like a bad kid for getting overwhelmed #he has made her cry multiple times today. i have been around multiple arguments and fights and he's just genuinely. awful i hate him #hell the first argument i overheard *i* was in tears by the end (luckily they left soon after bc i had to run to the basement laundry #dungeon to bawl my eyes out because 1. i can't handle confrontation 2. i've never seen roomie cry and 3. she just seemed so hurt and tired) #anyway he just left again after a fight because. god this is so dumb. she told him to move while they were sleeping in the same twin bed #(remember she's in a neck brace) and he fucking. left the room for an HOUR bc he thought the only thing that could POSSIBLY mean (as he #insisted) was for him to get out of here and then when she was like oh hey i'm sorry i didn't mean it like that he decided to spend the nex #half hour of his short time on this earth chewing her out for not giving him a lengthy explanation while half-asleep as to like. why he #needed to move (she wanted to grab smth) and apparently he sat in the chair by her bed for like 10 mins before leaving so he probably saw #her fall back asleep. and then he got pissy when after he left she didn't pick up her phone when he was calling her? even though he knew sh #was asleep?? she didn't even know he was gone. fucking. i need to get him away from my roomie YESTERDAY #look. miscommunication happens. i'm not saying he's an asshole for wanting things said clearly. i am pro-saying what you mean. #but if every time your gf tells you what she means you make it into a 30 minute lecture (no matter how small the slight and w/o examining i #you're actually right or not) she's not gonna wanna fucking tell you if she doesn't think it's worth the argument. especially if you never #let her rest until she concedes. apology isn't enough. clarification isn't enough. she has to say how wrong she was and beg and GOD. UGHHH #and he's always on about how she hurts his feelings. a gust of wind could hurt his feelings. he's constantly berating her manipulating her #and then he's like >:( see that hurt my feelings you can't hurt ppl's feelings. you're disrespectful. HE"S THE WORST I FUCKING HATE HIM #look sometimes adversity reveals the truth of a person and this just amplified his shittiness so much. mr OH i slept in a HOSPITAL and it #was so bad... you can't be in a bad mood bc i've been doing the bare minimum and you need to prioritize MY feelings rn. also i won't leave

[vivalasthedas]

nothing will make you realize how broken, and how bad, the sims 4 gameplay is quicker than trying to play the sims 4 without mods.

#it feels like they're dumber than they were before the patch #not in terms of autonomy - i keep that off for active sims #because if you don't turn it off they just ignore everything you tell them to do #and cancel every action you queue #but in terms of like how they go about doing things #got a sim who was sitting and talking to someone and i had them ask that sim to duel - spellcasters ya know #and he said he couldn't route to a place to do it #so i got him to stand up and immediately clicked to ask again #he sat down before talking and asked and repeated the no routing thing #the other sim is standing btw it's not like he's sitting to join in a convo #over and over - no matter how far away from the chairs i had him move he went and sat down to ask the question #and being sat down for somereason made him unable to route to an open space to duel #the second he stayed standing up and asked - it was fine #and just now i had a sim get up after eating to wash the dish - i canceled that out cause he really needed to pee #and i had use the bathroom queued up #insteaed of put the dish down and go to the toilet he put the dish down #then went back to the dining room to sit down #nd then got up and waddled his ass to the bathroom now so desperate he's doing the pissy boy walk #and there's the long standing issue where if you select a social interaction with a sim who is walking #instead of stopping or your sim just going to where they are when they're done travelling #they get to where they were going and then route back to where they were when you selected the social interactions #and unrelated to all of this - my sim is a child and needs to make three child sim friends #he's made five #but because he has the incredibly friendly reward trait they skip friends and become good friends #this doesn't count for the aspiration

[saetoru]

imagine being fwbs with gojo n in the middle of folding you like a lawn chair he noses at your cheek n goes “hey do u wanna be my girlfriend?”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ BEST OF THE BEST — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fwb! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, non canon compliant (suguru and shoko are ur friend group >:( tyvm), very cheesy ending my b, yes i made a reference to this is where you’re weak, right? sue me, petnames (sweetheart, sweet girl, princess, baby)

“bet you were waitin’ for this all day, huh sweetheart?” satoru always has a way with words—a very unique, special, and irritating way with words that routinely manages to get under your skin.

you would scoff—in fact, you would call him quite a colorful variation of words if his thick cock wasn’t pressing comfortably against your sweet spot.

so instead, you gasp a quiet, “f-fuck—right there.”

“yeah, i know,” he chuckles, “this is where you need me, huh? where you’re weak?”

you can’t do anything but whimper at that, hands wrapped tightly around him as they claw into his shoulder. he always wears the marks you leave like a good sport too—shows up to the gym in a tank top that shows them off good and well, right for suguru to see them clear as day. you almost block satoru right on the spot when he sends you a selfie in the mirror, showing off the angry marks with a wink following.

it’s a bit of a predicament, fucking your high school friend and not letting anyone know. the idea of shoko and suguru finding out that every other night, satoru is in your bed as his cum leaks out of your abused cunt is enough to make you nauseous—but never nauseous enough not to open the door for him.

the most unfortunate fact you’ve learned in your life is that satoru knows how to fuck—in fact, he knows how to fuck you well enough that you let him come back. it’s a bit shameful, really, the way you let him knock on your door, the way you open it and let him in, the way you actually fuck him and let him sleep in your bed until the morning.

and then (because he’s an asshole) he wakes up, gives you a sly wink, and murmurs i’ll be back soon, yeah? keep that bed warm for me, sweetheart.

“c-close, toru—‘m gonna….gonna—”

“gonna what? cum? already? barely even fucked you yet,” he hums, hooking your leg over his shoulder before all but pressing you in half. you mewl at the way his tip brushes past your folds and splits you in half—deeper this time with the new position. “look at that,” he coos, staring down at the way his cock slips in and out of you, “takin’ me so well, sweet girl. i think you can go a bit longer, don’t you?”

“m-more, more—need—”

“i know, i know,” he grins, “need me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? don’t worry, princess. i’ll give you more.”

his hips snap into you, pelvis rocking against yours as his pre cum and your slick mix, making a mess between your bodies as it coats your skin. you gasp, pulling satoru closer as his head falls to tuck into your shoulder, his labored breaths fanning against the shell of your ear.

“‘s good,” you whine, “f-feels good, toru.”

“yeah? feel that? squeezin’ me so tight, i can barely move,” he groans, letting out a sweet, low sound into your ear that has your spine shivering—you think you could come undone from that, from the sounds he makes as your walls flutter around him.

you think everything about satoru is enough to send you over the edge, from the sound of his voice to that pretty face of his when he spills into you.

you know he’s close—you can feel the slight twitch of his cock as his pace gets sloppier, as his thumb finds your clit and rubs desperate circles into the sensitive nerves, as he practically presses your knees to your shoulders and bullies his throbbing cock deep into your dripping cunt. and you’re close too, head spinning as your eyes flutter shut and your lips part with a broken wail.

“c-close—‘gonna cum, toru,” you gasp, voice coming in labored pants as his breath hitches.

you look perfect like this—like you’re his, like your body was made for him to touch in sinful ways, like it was his cock that was always supposed to fit into you and make you fall apart. his hand grabs yours, and without thinking, both of your fingers interlace.

“baby,” he hums, his nose pressing into your cheek as he kisses the skin softly, “‘m gonna make you mine, yeah? wanna be my girlfriend? my sweet girl? you want it, right?”

you should be shocked—you should stop and ask him what he means, what he’s playing at, what he thinks he’s doing toying with your mind.

instead, you gasp, pulling him closer as your walls spasm around him, back arching and eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly snaps and you cum. hard. harder than he’s ever made you before. does the idea of being his really do that to you? does the idea of being his sweet, precious girl outside of your bed at night really send you hurdling over the edge like that?

evidently, it does—and your high sends him right into his own. like he needs you to fall apart so he can too, like the way he knows you feel good makes him feel good too. maybe he does want you, maybe it’s not a sick joke. the way his voice cracks with a strained call of your name certainly says as much—the way his hand tightens its grip on yours, the way his hips rut desperately as he presses impossibly closer, the way he presses hot, scattered kisses along your cheek and jaw as he groans through his release.

it’s messy. it’s filthy. it’s downright dirty the way satoru fucks his cum into you, letting it drip down your thighs and mark your skin—but it feels like being his.

you think you might want that.

he’s gentle when he finishes—carefully unhooks your legs from his shoulders before running a hand along your thigh and squeezing as he observes the cum dripping between your legs. you huff when he collapses over you, glaring at him as his weight presses onto your form.

“you’re heavy,” you grunt, smacking at his shoulder.

he hums, nose pressing to your jaw as he kisses it. “not moving till you answer me.”

“satoru, don’t joke about—”

“how rude,” he gasps, “you think i would joke while i’m balls deep in—”

“oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands, “please stop talking.”

he grins, chuckling as he shuffles up to bury his face into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. “you don’t wanna be my girlfriend? that’s gonna hurt my feelings, y’know.”

satoru has always been like that, wearing an easy grin and plastering that playfulness on like a second skin. you can hear it though—the slight unease in his voice. you can’t fathom letting everyone know that sometimes, you let satoru fuck you…but maybe knowing that sometimes, you hold hands, and maybe kiss, and perhaps snuggle on the couch, and potentially even share a bed to sleep, not just fuck, but sleep—maybe they can know that. 

that doesn’t sound so bad. 

“that depends,” you hum, pretending to think, “how good at being a boyfriend are you?”

“excellent,” he plays along, “best of the best.”

“that’s just big talk. you could be lying for all i know,” you point out—but your fingers slip into his hair, twirling the sweaty strands along your fingers. 

“well, you’ll just have to let me prove i’m a good boyfriend—so that means i have to be your boyfriend. sorry, it’s the only way.”

if satoru hears the giggle you try to hide as you sigh exaggeratedly, he doesn’t mention it, lips pulling into a giddy smile as he pulls his head out of your neck and presses his forehead to yours. your hands cup his cheeks, squeezing gently.

“i guess if this is the only way,” you shake your head theatrically, “you can be my boyfriend. for now.”

“i’m grateful,” he snorts—and then there’s a peck to your lips. one, two, three gentle kisses before he presses a lingering one. it’s sweet, and slow, and just a bit needy as he presses deeper into you. “now i can tell suguru the scratches on my back are yours. he’s been asking a lot.”

leave it to satoru to speak and ruin the moment just by opening his mouth.

“satoru,” you hiss, throwing him a sharp look, “i think you’d be a better boyfriend when your mouth is shut.”

“then i can’t kiss you,” he gasps, “that’s the best part of being my girlfriend.”

and just to prove it, he kisses you again—and maybe, although you hate to admit it, he’s right. it is the best part. 

i wanna be his girlfriend :(

#thirstee! #teepods.writings #thirsts. #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you

[rileyslibrary]

After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. “Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks, his tone softer.

“How am I feeling, love?” you repeat. “Did Hell improve their customer service?”

“I’m not-” The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. “Never mind.”

“Where am I?” You ask.

“Hospital.” He replies. “You took a bullet.”

Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.

“You are joking.” You reply and slap your hand on the bed. “Why? How?”

“Well,” He says and tilts his head to the side. “You exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didn’t, and here we are.”

“My gun?” You ask, shocked. “I have a gun?”

“Several.” He nods.

“SEVERAL?” You shout. “Why would I possibly need several guns?”

“It’s your job, love.” He replies.

“My job is to have several guns?” you ask. “And shooting at people?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he explains, “but it’s mainly for defence.”

“Well,” you shrug and wince at the pain. “Doesn’t look like I’m that good at defence—especially for having several guns.”

“I was really worr—”

“Water,” you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. “I need water.”

“Doctor said it’s not the time for water yet,” he replies.

“Why?” you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. “What time is it?”

“No, love,” he replies and muffles a chuckle. “Doctor said you need to wait until you have some water.”

“You throw the ‘love’ thing a little too freely,” you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. “I’d be really careful if I were you.”

“Really?” he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why?”

“I,” you say and point at yourself, “got a boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” he exclaims and tilts his head. “Is that so.”

“Yup,” you nod. “And he can kill you.”

“Can he?”

“Can?” You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. “He will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.”

“Is he that good?” He asks.

“I mean,” you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. “He’s much better than I am.”

“Oh wow,” he exclaims and leans forward. “Is he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?”

“Far from it,” you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.

The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.

“Go on,” he finally says. “Spill it.”

“Ok, so,” you begin, “first things first, he doesn’t listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.”

“The lad gives you solutions,” he snaps, “and you call them nonsense?”

“I don’t want solutions, man,” you reply, shaking your head. “I want him to just listen to me.”

“Even if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?”

“Even then.” You confirm.

“Gotcha,” he nods. “What else?”

“Oof,” you sigh, “how much time do you have?”

“I’m immortal,” he reminds you, “plus the next reaping is in five hours.”

“Oh boy,” you reply. “Business not going that well lately, huh?”

“Not many deaths to take care of,” he spits. “I guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.”

“Speaking of training,” you say, “he’s always at work and never spends much time with me.”

“The guy’s trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!” he shouts, throwing his hands up. “He even lied to get you on his team!”

“How do you know he put me on his team?” You ask.

“I keep a close eye on him.” He replies.

“What did he lie about?”

“Your precision in aiming,” he jokes and motions for you to continue. “Next one.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” you reply. “Other than he doesn’t say how much he loves me.”

“You’re having a laugh now, aren’t you?” He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. “He’s showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesn’t need to say it as well for you to know it!”

“It’s just nice to hear it sometimes,” you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.

“How about you?” You ask. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do,” he confirms.

“Shut up!” You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Hell,” he replies. “Right in the pits of it.”

“How is she?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He states.

“Bullshit,” you murmur. “No one’s perfect.”

“She is to me.” He says, shrugging.

“Do you love her?” You ask.

“Absolutely,” he replies, nodding slowly. “One hundred and a thousand per cent I do.”

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