#I normally just bring a water bottle and when I need a drink I'll go up to the office where our lockers are

[ghwosty]

I know correlation =/= causation but the last couple of times I got water from the fountain in our backroom I've come down with a weird sinus/ear/respiratory thing

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- I Didn’t Know

Last night I started to get these funny aches and pains in my stomach. Putting it down to my monthly arriving I ignored them after getting myself a hot water bottle and went to sleep. However I woke up about 3am in the worst pain I've ever experienced. These period pains are truly something else. Groaning I get out of bed and make my way done to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea hoping to ease the pain.

7am rolls around and I'm in agony. Aunt Polly and Tommy are now up and wondering what to do. Polly has tried everything she can think of to help with the pains, but nothing is working and the pains are just getting worse

"That's it's I'm ringing a doctor. This isn't normal"

"Yeah ok" Polly breathes out giving in, also so confused to why my pains are so bad this month. Tears are falling down my face

"Aunt Poll an I dying?" I ask

"No. Tommys going to ring the best doctor he can to come over and give you a check up"

"Poll I'm scared"

"I know, but you don't need to be, everything's going to be ok"

Within 30 minutes a doctor has arrived and had been checking me over

"Ok there's one last thing I want to check" he says taking our stethoscope

"You've already listed to her heartbeat" Tommy frowns in confusion, but the doctor proceeds to place his stethoscope on my stomach

"Aunt Poll what's he.."

"Shh" the doctor says as he listens "unbelievable. This is so rare. I've never seen this happen before"

"What? Am I dying?"

"No, your in active labour"

"I'm what?"

"She's what?" Aunt Polly, Tommy and I say all at the same time

"You had no idea you were pregnant?" The doctor asked

"I.. no. I had my monthly every month on time"

"Have you wet yourself yet?"

"Pardon?"

"He's asking if your waters have broken, but you will have wet yourself since you wouldn't have had any warning of it happening"

"No"

"Well then I think we should get you up on your feet and walking about. That should help"

"Who did this?" Tommy asks

"What?"

"Who got you pregnant. I'll fucking kill em"

"No you will not. Unless that is you were forced"

"No he was sweet, promise"

"Who..."

"Tommy let's do this later yeah? Go and ring the others let them know whats going on"

After walking around the house and my waters breaking, I was checked over and now it's time to push. Polly holds my hand while the doctor is at the other end. My brothers are all at the pup trying to figure out who the father is

"Ok next wave I need you to push"

"I can't"

"Yes you can. You can do this YN"

"I'm not ready to be a mum"

"Nobody ever is, but you heard the doctor when you feel that wave of pain you push as hard as you can" the wave of pain hits me and I push like Polly said

"Ok good. I need another big one like that ok?" the doctor says earning a nod from me. This goes on for a while until Im finally holding my baby I'm my arms. A little boy

"It's Isaiah's isn't it?" Polly sighs. I nod my head. We had been secretly courting each other for the last year now

"Toms gonna kill 'im Poll" I say worriedly

"No he's not”

Everyone's going to hate me now. Im an unmarried woman with a baby. People are racist Poll they're going to hate us all"

"Who cares what people think. I'm going to find Isaiah and bring him here to meet his son and I'm going to stop your brothers from drinking themselves silly"

Isaiah came over to meet his son, while Polly does damage control with my brothers. When they come over they are a lot calmer that I expect them to be. I guess Aunt Polly can me very scary when she wants to be

"So what's little lads name?" Arthur asks through gritted teeth

"Walter Shelby Jesus" I smile looking down at the newborn

"I'll ask Esme where the kids old clothes are"

"Thanks John" I give him a little smile

"So when's the wedding?" Tommy asks

"Tommy not now" Polly scolds shaking her head "let them be for now. Right come on let's leave them alone"

"That's how they go into this mess" Arthur mumbles

"Out now. Come on" Polly usurers everyone out of the room leaving Isaiah and I to fall in love with our baby.

[justmossyall]

depression hacks masterpost

these are things that will help with mental illness that aren't 'go outside, drink water, and everything will be fine!!!1!!!11!1!11!' those are good fs but they don't work on their own. these will actually help in one way or another :)

hell yeah let's go

open your windows. the fresh air and sunlight will do you good and it takes like 5 seconds.

go buy some plants, there are like a gazillion that are next to impossible to kill. and don't come at me with 'ohhh I'll probably find a way hahaha" NO. the plants will be so helpful! they produce oxygen, bring nature indoors which psychologically improves your mental state, and they're just nice to look at! you can name them! sculpt and/or paint little pots for them!

STOP LISTENING TO SAD MUSIC. I cannot stress this enough. it just makes things worse. please stop. make a playlist of all your favorite stupid, happy, pump-up songs and listen to them all the time until they get annoying. then repeat!

acquire a gazillion stuffed animals. so much serotonin for such a small price

get a water bottle and put fun stickers on it, and designate that water bottle to be only for water. nothing else goes in it. that way you can drink out of it for kind of a long time before needing to wash it. keep it filled with water and actually drink out of it. drink as much water as you can, all the time.

chew gum! idk why but it works bro. especially watermelon.

hug people and ask people to hug you. hugs are so amazing it's like pure happiness but with the added perk of Deep Pressure. it can be from your friends, family, s/o, whoever.

make sure there's a lot of light in your room. not good to wallow in darkness. put up fairy lights, get fun lamps, light candles, keep your blinds open, etc.

dress like how you want to feel. be colorful, fun, and comfortable. don't wear hoodies, sweatpants and ratty old shoes, I know it's appealing but it's just going to keep you in that depressed state. I like to wear dresses, colorful jeans, graphic tees from 5-Below, combat boots, and lots of funky earrings. (seriously 5-Below is a lifesaver for literally anything!!!) you can get a lot of these things for super cheap - I got a 20 pack of fun earrings like duckies, mushrooms, mini water bottles, etc. for like $11, and a lot of my colorful jeans are like 6 bucks at the thrift store. whatever your style is or whatever you want it to be, work to make that happen. because getting dressed is one of the simplest things you'll do in a day, so why not make the most of it?

doodle. it's fun and simple, and it'll give your hands something to do other than pick at your skin if you do that kind of stuff (see below).

on a similar note, make art!!!!! it doesn't have to be good!!!!!! just make art all the time, as often as you can. write crappy fanfiction. make friendship bracelets. sculpt a funky lil cat. draw your comfort characters. art is so healing and it will do wonders for you. even just like run your hands through a giant bag of beads like I do :P

get fidgets and bring them everywhere with you. this is more of an anxiety/stimming thing for me but I pick at my fingers, lips, pimples, eyebrows, etc., and it hurts a lot and will probably leave scars. fidgets are just amazing. I'm partial to tangles and infinity cubes :) gum and chewelry are good for this as well (for when I bite my fingers/clothes or chew the skin off my lips)

if you find yourself with a whole day with nothing to do and you don't have the energy to get up and do anything, go to the park. bring a blanket, some snacks, and headphones, and just lay there and listen to music. sleep. watch youtube. literally anything you would normally do when you don't have energy, except it's outside in the sun and grass and nature around other people who are doing the same thing! 10/10

get a pet if you can. even just fish, but really a fluffy, snuggly animal is probably best such as a dog or cat. OH MY GOD THEY HELP SO MUCH. ANIMALS ARE MAGIC. I don't think I've ever been sad while holding or petting my grandma's dog. (our family doesn't have one right now lol)

spray perfume/body spray on you. faster and easier than deodorant and it usually smells better

if you're gonna scroll, scroll pinterest. honestly, it's probably best to get rid of things like tiktok and snapchat, but that's kinda unrealistic for most people so I get it <3 pinterest is probably gonna be better than other social media cause it's more creative?? if you know what I mean?? and usually it's reading things and not mindlessly watching videos

if you don't have the energy to do stuff with your hair, put it up in a bun! fast simple and easy. takes like 5 seconds, even for someone with super thick curly hair like me. (or cut it short! but most of us aren't brave enough to do that lol)

eat fruit. sweet and comforting, but healthy!! so much better for you than junk food, and honestly it tastes better most of the time too. I recommend strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, watermelon, and cantaloupe. easy to take with you on the go and sooooo good <333

play calming video games such as animal crossing, minecraft, stardew valley, cats with soup (if you're into mobile games), etc. puzzle games are good too! if you want something more combat-y, I would recommend the zelda games or forager. still chill and mellow but has more combat and story/lore

garden if you can. I know this kind of ties in with having plants in your room, but if you're able and you have the energy, keep a flower and/or vegetable garden. there's something so beautiful in putting your hands in the warm dirt, smelling your freshly-planted flowers, eating sun-infused vegetables that taste infinitely better than store-bought. it's so nice, but I know it's not for everyone so don't worry about it if you don't get around to it <3

sleep in the bus/car on the way to school if you're tired. not a perfect solution but better than falling asleep in class

inhale through your nose, not your mouth. it's better for your lungs and you'll get better air quality that way. it also helps calm you better than mouth breathing, and you can't exactly smell the fresh air through your mouth :P

read. sit down and read a book. carry one with you wherever you go. spend a weekend day in the library with a huge stack of books just reading. it's so calming and helps stimulate your brain. doesn't matter what you read as long as it's making you happy :)

surround yourself with color, not dark drab colors. hang up art and posters on your walls, get bright blankets and pillows, lay out a tiny lil carpet, make bead curtains and string them up on your curtain rod, set out little figurines/sculptures around your room. put color and life everywhere around you, and that will start to seep into your soul.

tea is always good. or if you don't like tea, hot water with lemon juice and honey. basically the same :)

if you ever just don't want to do something, like you just absolutely don't want to get up and do _ thing, think about future you. would they be like "bro thanks so much you really helped me out there" if you did the thing? if yes, then do it, no matter how impossible it seems. you'll thank yourself later.

a statement that is near and dear to my heart: if you feel like everyone hates you, sleep. if you feel like you hate everyone, eat. if you feel like you hate yourself, shower.

NO MORE SU!C!DE JOKES. ever. the end! replace "i'm literally gonna kms" jokes or anything along those lines with "i'm literally gonna flop to the floor" or "i'm literally gonna go ham bananas on this place" or whatever wild bullshit pops into your brain.

watch studio ghibli movies. the most amazing things to ever exist. I have never felt sad while watching a ghibli movie. they are basically the definition of peace.

take a bubble bath!!!!! :D

making your bed helps for some reason??? why, I have no idea. but it does bro

get excited about things. smile when you hear your favorite song. hug your amazon package when it comes in. count down the days until a holiday. laugh with joy when you have an amazing day. it makes things so much better.

an important addition: bring snacks everywhere

that's all for now, lmk if you have anything else to add!!! love you guys, I promise it gets better <3

[mikiemcsmitty]

Fictober Day 10

prompt: "Is this normal?"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Rating: General

Summary:

Jack’s POV: Jack is experiencing weird human things (a common cold) for the first time and he goes to Sam for help

Sam was sitting in the library reading a large ancient book on demons. Jack nervously walked into the room to talk to him but changed his mind and walked back to his room.

A few minutes later he returned to the library before chickening out again and retreating to his room.

The third time he walked into the library Sam finally said something before he could walk away. “Do you need something, kid?” he asks.

Jack hesitated. “I think I'm having a problem…” he said cryptically.

“What kind of problem?”

“A human one… I think.”

“Come sit,” Sam instructed. “What's going on?” 

“I’m experiencing… pain,” he said as if it were a question and not a statement. “In my head… and all over– but mostly in my head. And it's not my thoughts its like my brain itself is hurting.”

“Huh,” Sam said as he put the pieces together that Jack was probably just experiencing his first headache. 

“There is also a discomfort on the inside of my esophagus and inside of my nose. Is this normal? Am I dying?” 

Sam chuckles slightly at the questions. “No, you're gonna be fine. Sounds like you just have a cold or something. Don’t worry it’s normal for humans to get colds, they go away with time and rest.” 

“Rest?” 

“Yeah. Why don't you go back to your room and lie down? I'll come take your temperature and bring you some medicine in a bit.”

“And I’ll be okay?”

“Of course,” Sam reassured him. “I’ll take good care of you.” 

Jack went back to his room glad he was able to ask Sam about his ailments but still troubled by them. He was still so new to life that all of it was just as stressful as it would be for any newborn baby but Jack was actually old enough to be worried. 

Cas had a very limited knowledge of what was normal for humans since his experience as a human only lasted for a few months and Jack found it hard to ask Dean anything. Sam was the only one he could go to for things like this. 

When Sam came back to Jack’s room he had Cas in tow. 

“Sam told me you might have the flu,” Cas said as he sat on the edge of Jack’s bed. “May I?” he asks as he holds his hand up to Jack’s head.

Jack nods and Cas places his fingers on his forehead to check the state of his immune system on a molecular level. 

“Just as Sam suspected it’s an upper respiratory tract infection,” Cas said.

“Which is a clinical way of saying common cold,” Sam added as he poured 20 ml of Tylenol into a tiny cup. He had run up the street to pick it up because he didn’t want to have to try to teach Jack how to swallow a pill while he was already stressed. “Here drink this and then some water,” he said handing him the medicine and a water bottle. 

Jack did as instructed and then set the water on his nightstand. “So is that going to make this feeling go away?”

“Not immediately,” Sam said. “It'll take a bit to kick in and even after it does your symptoms overall might get worse before they get better but it'll all be over in a few days.”

“Ok,” Jack said finally calming down a bit.

“I brought you a box of tissues in case your nose starts running, cold drops if your throat is still bothering you, and a trash can in case you get nauseous.”

“And I can stay to watch over you,” Cas added.

“Now get some sleep and we'll all be right here if you need us.”

[grace122]

Here we go, another Foolish piss blurb... :))

CW : PISS. LOTS OF PISS AND PISS TALK.

You'd been pushing Foolishes buttons this stream.

The chat knew who you were, after roughly two years dating Foolish he introduced you to his community, since in his mind you were 'the one' he was going to share with his community that you did in fact exist.

You'd pop in from time to time, waving to chat when you'd bring him drinks or food, sometimes you'd even sit in his chair and share stupid stories about him while he did whatever he needs to do.

When the closet door fell off its hinges and Foolish was trying to fix it, you were in the room, laughing at his stupidity, making some amazing clips for twitter.

But, back to the stream..

You had been pushing Foolishes buttons a lot.

As normal, you brought him dinner and refilled his water bottle when he needed it, leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek before walking away again.

This time though, you were bringing him obscene amounts of water every hour. Whenever the top of the hour ads came through you would tiptoe into the room and change Foolishes bottle for fresh water, each time you exchanged the water, the bottle would also change for a bigger one each time.

This was about the 7th hour, by now, Foolish looked up at you with glossy eyes when you changed the water, his hands rubbing up and down his shaking thighs with desperation.

"Need something, baby?" You asked, crossing your arms out of habit.

"Nothing, thank you for changing the water."

Even though his words were pleased, his body was not. He pointed down to his cock, legs shaking even faster now, shifting together to try and relieve the urge to piss.

You cooed, walking forward to hold his head in a awkward-ish hug, watching the chat fly by with emotes and cheers of your name.

"I hope you guys are all having a good time, bye-bye now." You spoke to the chat briefly before looking back down to Foolish, "make sure to finish up sometime soon, remember we have plans tonight."

Foolish looked up to you, thankfully catching onto what you meant by 'plans'.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be done soon."

With that, you walked out of the room, leaving Foolish to suffer in front of his stream.

Foolish continued his stream for another hour and a half, again at the top of the hour you brought him his last bottle and left without any exchanged words, going back to your spot in the living room where you were watching Foolishes stream.

It was fun to watch him squirm and shake, the way his body vibrated with the shake of his leg.

It was a good thing that chat knew about his adhd, so all of this behavior could be written off as not suspicious, no one suspected that he was holding his piss in desperately to not pee all over himself.

The stream ended and instantly the sound of feet running down the hallway alerted you, looking back to be greeted with a jogging Foolish.

"Hi, baby, good stream?"

He nodded, slotting himself down on your lap like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You rubbed up and down his thighs, slowing bringing your hands up to rub his tummy as well. "How bad is it?"

He sniffled, alerting you to look up at his tear-filled face, "'s bad.. Need to let go so bad," he sobbed, gripping your shirt in a fist.

One of your hands came up to his face, wiping his tears with your thumb, "It's okay, baby. You'll feel better in just a moment."

Then, you pushed down on his stomach, specifically above where his bladder rests, watching his face contort in discomfort.

You kept pushing down until you felt warmth on your legs and moisture soaking your pants, looking down to see Foolish releasing himself all over you.

"Good boy, look at that... Amazing..." You rubbed his stomach again, helping him feel comforted during such an embarrassing moment.

You could tell he loved it though, the way his face flushed a deep red and how his mouth hung open in pleasure made it obvious.

Maybe next time, you'll make him hold it for longer..

:P

- Dom anon

ANON YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZINGGGGG, the thought of watching foolish’s jaw drop and his body tremble as he pisses himself is literally the hottest thing ever

[shinestarhwaa]

QUERENCIA - CHAPTER 6: CRAZY OVER YOU

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Jongho and Gayoung had been texting non-stop after getting each other's phone numbers. Until now their flirtations were quite innocent, but that soon changed. They started to call late at night and early in the morning, talking about what their dates would be like if they could openly date, like normal people.

''I'd take you out to a park, maybe a forest? I know how much you love nature,'' he grinned through the phone. Gayoung placed her hand on her chest as she felt her heart skip a beat. ''I'd really like that,'' she giggled softly, ''that sounds like an amazing first date. The girls and I are going to film a variety show so I hope we can go outside too.'’ ''Outside variety shows are fun, the boys and I have done so many different things already. I'll make sure to watch your show when it comes out though.''

''So, after a walk in nature... What would happen then?'' Gayoung asked, heart pounding in her chest. ''After that? I'd take you out to a romantic restaurant, maybe Italian? And I'd bring you home... and kiss you,'' he spoke softly. Gayoung gasped quietly as she wiggled her legs in excitement.

''You think of kissing me?'' Gayoung asked carefully, playing with her hair as she waited for his answer. Jongho nodded but realized she couldn't see him so he immediately answered. ''Yes, definitely,'' he admitted. ''You should come kiss me soon then.'' ''I will.''

♡

It was a warm night when Seonghwa sat on a bench in the park. He knew he shouldn't just go out like this, but he made sure to be camouflaged and stay close to KQ ent. He couldn't help it, he needed to get out and get fresh air. All the preparations for the new comeback were a lot for him and the pressure to perform well only grew more each day, but he wasn’t entirely satisfied with his part yet. He took a deep breath and cracked his neck, letting out a soft groan.

Suddenly a girl sat next to him, with beautiful long black hair. She had a mask on as well, covering most of her face, but her eyes looked rather sad. "Hi, are you okay?" Seonghwa asked carefully when he noticed the diamond-like tears in her eyes. ‘’O-Oh, uhm, yeah,’’ she spoke softly. Seonghwa’s gaze softened when he noticed a tear fall down her eyes. ‘’You can talk to me if you want, it’s not easy to suffer alone…’’

The girl nodded and sighed deeply. ‘’It’s my parents death anniversary today, it’s uhm… four years now,’’ she admitted, looking into his eyes this time. Seonghwa swallowed thickly as he was surprised to hear something this heavy, but he also saw something familiar in her eyes. ‘’I’m sorry for your loss,’’ Seonghwa said, looking down. ‘’That must be hard to deal with… both of them in one day, you know.’’

She took her mask off to drink some water from the bottle in her hand, surprising Seonghwa. This wasn’t just any girl, this is Iseul. ‘’Iseul…?’’ ‘’How…How do you know my-‘’

He slowly slid his mask down as well, revealing his face to her. Her eyes widened and she gasped. ‘’Oh my, Seonghwa sunbae, I’m so sorry,’’ she said as she bowed to him immediately. ‘’No, no don’t you apologize! Please…’’ he said, gently placing his hand on her shoulder to calm her. He could feel a tingling, spark-like sensation in his body as he did so and for a brief moment he thought she could feel it too, but he quickly remembered she was having a bad day so he pulled his hand back.

‘’How did it happen…? If you’re comfortable with, you know, talking about it… I’m here to listen.’’ His sweet tone melted the icy walls around Iseul’s heart, her eyes softening. Another crystal-like tear fell on her skin as she took a deep breath. ‘’They were in a fatal car accident in Incheon… They died on the spot,’’ she explained.

Tears welled up in Seonghwa’s eyes, but no matter how hard he fought them, they came out nonetheless. ‘’Wha…Why are you crying?’’ she asked worriedly, laying her hand against his cheek. ‘’I-I’m just really empathic, sorry I… get emotional quickly and especially with other emotional people,’’ he briefly explained before collecting himself again. Iseul smiled softly. ‘’Don’t apologize… I think it’s sweet, really… normally people have no idea what to say… they make it awkward… you don’t.’’

‘’I just get lonely… I don’t usually tell people, but we were filming this episode recently and everyone talked so happily about their parents… It hurts to much that I’m just… there, unable to join in on the conversation.’’ Seonghwa nodded, skin burning up underneath Iseul’s palm. He truly wanted to focus on her words but her delicate skin and her beautiful face were making his heart race. Why did he not notice this before?

‘’Well I… I’m happy to listen to your story, whenever you need someone… I personally haven’t lost anyone so close so I can’t truly recognize the way you’re feeling, but I am a good listener and the guys always come to me if they need a shoulder to cry on or need advice…,’’ Seonghwa spoke as he brushed some hair out of her face. Her cheeks tinted pink from his actions, fluttering her heart. No one had ever acted like this towards her, so understanding and sweet… ‘Was this a kind of flirting? Maybe he just wants to get in my pants’

Iseul cursed at herself for thinking so negatively again immediately. She hardly knew him, he couldn’t just think he’d fake his kindness for something like sex, right? She sighed deeply, wishing her insecurities and trauma’s wouldn’t surface as much anymore, but they did. Maybe if they got closer, she’d tell him.

♡

 

Evelyn shivered as she stood in front of the building where Wooyoung’s dorm was. She prayed to God that Jongho and Hongjoong wouldn’t open the door, otherwise she’d have to come up with an excuse. She rang the bell and heard Wooyoung’s voice through the intercom. ‘’Who is it?’’ ‘’It’s Evelyn, oppa, I…’’ ‘’Come in,’’ he said before she could say anything else.

As she made her way up to the dorm she ran into Jongho and Yunho. She bowed quickly and cursed softly, feeling caught. ‘’Hey, Evelyn, what are you doing here?’’ ‘’Oh I… borrowed something from Wooyoung sunbaenim so I figured I’d bring it back,’’ she muttered. ‘’Oh well, alright, he just kicked us out tho so I don’t know if he has ti- ooh. Oh.’’ Yunho said, stopping mid-sentence. Shit.

Yunho and Jongho grinned as they looked at each other and then back to the embarrassed Evelyn. ‘’I see, it’s you. Have fun,’’ Yunho laughed before pulling Jongho with him, exiting the building. It’s you? She decided to forget it and brush it off. Evelyn finally got to his dorm and knocked on the door. Wooyoung opened up, slightly wet hair brushed back as he wore a black tanktop and black sweatpants. God he looks so good in black.

‘’Hi, oppa,’’ she smiled as her eyes met his own. ‘’Hey, what a surprise, come in,’’ he offered, opening the door for her. She got in and took off her shoes and coat. ‘’Yeah, I uhm, I just wan-‘’

Wooyoung cut her off by pressing his lips on hers, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his chest. Evelyn melted into his embrace and gave into the kiss, moaning softly as his hands roamed and groped at her ass.

‘’Wooyoung, what about your roommates,’’ she panted in-between kisses. ‘’They’re all gone, we’re alone,’’ he grunted as he nibbled on her neck. ‘’Thank God,’’ she moaned out as she felt Wooyoung’s tongue on her neck. He tried his best not to mark her neck as he licked and sucked on it, not wanting to give her stylists a hard time.

He pulled her into his bedroom, darker and smaller than she expected but she couldn’t truly care that much, she honestly just came for dick and she was gonna get it. ‘’You couldn’t wait any longer, huh?’’ he smirked as he took off his tank top, revealing his sculpted torso. She took off her top, exposing her bare breasts to the man in front of her.

‘’I really couldn’t oppa, I’ve been so fucking wet all day I needed you now,’’ Evelyn whined as his thumbs brushed her nipples. ‘’Have you, baby?’’ he smirked, yanking her pants down and slowly pulling her underwear down with his teeth. Evelyn felt like she was going crazy as Wooyoung took off his own pants and underwear, leaving both of them naked. Evelyn hopped onto Wooyoung’s bed, guiding him to lay with her.

He carefully laid on top of her, cock hardening as their skin touched, sending shivers down his spine. He kissed her again, tongue slipping over her bottom lip before slowly pushing it in. They kissed for what felt like hours, their hot, sweaty bodies moving against each other. Evelyn eventually withdrew her lips, ending the kiss, panting softly. ‘’Let me suck your cock please,’’ she begged.

‘’Well you don’t have to beg for that baby,’’ he smirked, ‘’you can have it all.’’ Wooyoung positioned himself against his pillow properly as Evelyn got between his legs. She was quick to put her hair in a messy bun before taking a hold of his cock, rubbing the tip slightly with her thumb. He groaned and threw his head back as he felt her tongue lap at the underside of his cockhead, rubbing the sensitive spot. ‘’You were really needy for my cock, weren’t you Evy?’’

She couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, nodding eagerly as she took his length in her mouth, slowly bobbing her head up and down. Wooyoung moaned, resting his palm at her cheek, gently guiding her up and down. ‘’You’re so good for me, precious, so good, fucking love your mouth… I can’t wait to be inside your wet little pussy,’’ he grunted.

Wooyoung’s hips jolted upwards, bucking up inside her mouth. Evelyn moved faster, taking every cm of his dick inside her hot mouth, slightly gagging and letting out a moan as it hit the back of her throat. ‘’Fuck, baby did you just moan for me?’’ he smirked as he kept thrusting into her mouth, ‘’such a dirty little girl.’’

Evelyn let the boy use her mouth for a few minutes until he withdrew his cock from her mouth. ‘’Lay down, blondie, let me see your wet pussy now,’’ he smirked. They switched places and Evelyn was quick to spread her legs for him, displaying her wetness to him. ‘’Gosh, aren’t you a pretty little girl… Such a pretty pussy,’’ he grunted as his fingers slid through her folds.

‘’Y-Yes, please, please fuck me with your fingers, please,’’ she whined softly as she felt his fingertips brush against her sensitive clit. ‘’What the princess wants, the princess gets,’’ he grinned before sliding two of his long fingers inside of her. Her back arched as he curled his fingers as he moved them quickly inside of her. ‘’O-oh, oppa!’’ she moaned out. ‘’Yeah? You like it there baby?’’

Evelyn nodded eagerly and spread her legs wider if that was even possible. ‘’Yes, please, please!’’ Wooyoung pumped his skillful fingers inside her with a powerful force, making her scream his name just the way he liked it. Soon enough he entered a third finger, still fucking them into her cunt as his thumb played with her clit.

‘’O-Oh my God, please, oppa!’’ she whined, trying to close her legs as Wooyoung used his other hand on her clit, rubbing it between his fingers. ‘’O-Oppa, d-don’t, I’m gonna cum!’’ she warned him as her breathing picked up. ‘’Mhm, that was my intention, cum on my fingers first precious, let go,’’ he smirked.

It didn’t take long before she came undone on his fingers, moaning his name loudly as her body shook in his embrace. Before she knew it, Wooyoung had slipped on a condom and slid his length right inside her. Both of them exhaled loudly, finally feeling each other. ‘’Please, oppa, please fuck me hard, please!’’

Wooyoung smirked as she kept on begging, even though he was gonna give it to her anyways. ‘’Such a good little girl, yes baby I’ll use your little pussy, I’ll fuck you like no one has before, hm?’’

He pushed his cock deep inside her, filling up her entire cunt. She moaned in pleasure, nails clawing at Wooyoung’s back. He thrusted into her quickly, balls slapping against her ass repeatedly. ‘’You’re so tight princess, has no one ever fucked you well before?’’

‘’N-No one compares to you oppa, fuck I love your cock, i-it feels so good inside me!’’ she whined loudly as Wooyoung jackhammered his cock into her fragile cunt. She screamed louder as his thrusts became more forceful, the bedsprings squeaking underneath them. Wooyoung’s moans picked up as well as he felt himself getting closer, so close.

‘’Baby, fuck, I’m so close, I’m so close,’’ he moaned, lost in his pleasure. He slipped his hand between their bodies, toying with her clit and taking her by surprise. Her breathing picked up as he abused her clit. She could feel the familiar sensation in her abdomen, she was so close. Wooyoung could feel her clenching around him, taking him over the edge.

Wooyoung moaned loudly as he spilled his seeds in the condom. Evelyn screamed his name one last time as she came undone on his cock, clenching down hard, milking his cock completely. Wooyoung rode out their highs and pulled out a minute later. He took off the condom and tossed it in the trash before lying next to her.

The two panted heavily as they came down from their highs. Evelyn felt so fucked out but she fought to stay awake. She couldn’t sleep here, her manager would kill her… but her eyelids were so heavy, so heavy she couldn’t help but fall asleep on Wooyoung’s bare chest, who soon enough passed out as well. Oops.

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland @changbinslovelylegs

[willyismybicycle]

Title: stay with my tonight, I'll be your alibi (Part 7 of the earth, the sky, the sea) >> AO3 Link Rating: Explicit Pairing: Auston Matthews/William Nylander, William Nylander/Kyle Dubas Tags: POV Alternating,complicated relationships, Willy dealing some angst

Summary:

They play Pittsburgh - they play Kyle Dubas. Willy deals with the aftermath of feeling like he's being forgotten.

They haven’t talked. 

There’s a lot of things that they should probably talk about, like does Auston want all the sweaters he keeps leaving here? But then he thinks about Auston meticulously packing up his stuff around the apartment and he drops that thought immediately. 

It’s stupid. He’s the one that walked away, but he slips on one of those sweaters now, tucks his nose into the collar. 

He cleans his apartment. He can’t bring himself to pack anything of Auston’s away, but he can at least turn the photographs so it doesn’t feel like Auston’s watching him have his pathetic post-breakup meltdown. Or whatever. 

He hasn’t had to do this before. Before Auston, there was Kyle and despite their back and forth, that relationship just came to a natural end. And then Kyle left. 

Will wasn’t — isn’t — the type of person who can do long distance for the majority of the year. He needs to be touched and held and told he’s loved face to face. 

He misses Auston so much already it aches but he knows it was for the best. 

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Auston doesn’t know what he’s supposed to think, or say, or do. He’s just been staring at the last messages between him and Will.

It was all so normal. 

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Will tries not to react when Mitch turns away before he’s even done speaking. Fine. Fuck you, too. 

He settles himself — that’s now what he thinks about Mitch. He just doesn’t like what this is doing to him. Doesn’t like that it makes him bitter and unfocused, doesn’t like that it makes him love the game less. 

Doesn’t like that it makes him want to fucking himself headfirst into the incoming traffic of his emotions.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it.

He does it anyway. 

“Willy?” 

“Hey. Do you wanna meet me in an hour?”

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The air in his lungs just vanishes. Not exhaled, not stolen in some romantic manner. Just gone. 

He tries not to feel anything. At all. 

He fails. 

“Hi Willy,” Kyle says, his voice soft and soothing. 

“Hey,” he responds, stepping back so Kyle can enter. 

“I was surprised to see you call.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m —” What was he? Sad? It seems more complicated than that. “I just — wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Of course. Always am.” Kyle gives him a small smile — but it’s tired. So fucking tired. 

Willy feels for him, really, because he knows it’s not okay. It never is. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he says. It comes out softer than intended. It sounds too much like he cares. 

And he does. He wants Kyle to be happy, he wants Kyle to have everything that Kyle deserves and has worked for. 

He wants Kyle to win. Just not tonight, and somehow, that makes him feel guilty. It shouldn't, but it does. 

Kyle shrugs. “It’s the game. You know how it is.”

That’s as close to I’m not okay as Kyle will ever get, he supposes. Pablo shoves his face between Will’s legs to look up at Kyle.

“Yeah, but —” he pauses as he watches Kyle take his jacket off. Kyle looks good. “But it still… sucks.”

Yeah, he’s super articulate tonight. 

Banksy pushes past both of them to try and jump on Kyle. He should probably stop that, but Kyle’s smiling down and cooing Banky’s name and Will’s going to lose his whole ass mind. 

“Drink?” He offers instead, trying not to tune his hearing into every step and every breath Kyle takes. 

“Just water‘s fine.”

It feels a lot like their last conversation. 

“How is everything?” Kyle asks, and well, isn’t that a loaded fucking question. 

“Fine,” he says, even though it’s so far from the truth. 

And of course Kyle knows. Neither of them let go of the bottle as Will goes to hand it over. His fingertips are cold from the water, but Kyle’s hand feels like a bonfire, warm and enticing.

“Willy.” 

He lets go. Kyle lets go. 

The water bottle drops with a dull thud. And then Kyle’s holding him. 

His first inhale feels like he’s underwater, and he chokes it back out, all the anger and sadness inside of him just pouring out of him. 

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” 

And he does. Kyle does have him, arms strong and unmoving around Will’s heaving shoulders. 

“It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” Kyle continues. “Just let it out.” 

So he does. 

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“Do you want…”

“Yes,” Will responds, cutting off the rest of the sentence. 

“Are you sure, baby? I mean — Auston?”

He huffs at the name. “Fuck Auston,” he says bitterly, trying to pretend like he isn’t wearing one of Auston’s shirts right now.  

Kyle’s eyebrow arches, but he doesn’t push. He doesn’t make Will feel stupid about it, he just pushes closer and closer until the two of them are tumbling onto the couch. 

“Please, Kyle, I —”

“Gotta get outta your head. I know, baby.” 

“Just — please.” His eyes burn with the embarrassment of it all — of breaking down in front of his ex, who he’s supposed to show that everything’s fine. But instead he’s almost hyperventilating as he asks for some form of salvation. 

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He forgets about Auston, for a second. He forgets everything, really. 

His own name. Where he is. What he’s doing. 

Kyle blows him so good he nearly blacks out. Then he fucks Will’s face like he’s not about to be one of the highest paid players in the league. 

Kyle fucks him like he’s nothing, because he asks for it and wants it — because he feels like it. 

Kyle fucks him until he cries. He doesn’t safe word. Kyle stops anyway.  

He tells Kyle it’s best he doesn’t stay the night. Kyle stays anyway. 

There’s a text from Auston when they go to sleep — miss you — but Kyle’s arms are warm and Kyle’s heart beats steady against Will’s back. 

Kyle’s here. 

So fuck Auston and his stupid text. 

Look at me, I’m fine without you.

[elizabethplaid]

daily notes - june 26, 2024

-- Ooof, my senses are iffy tonight. Good thing I know it's just my anxiety ramping up for tomorrow's dental appointment. Little woozy-dizzy in the head, a fav-food smelled too strong, fingertips hurt as I rest them on the keyboard.

-- Went to bed after 8:30, on my phone til after 9:30am. I don't know exactly when I fell asleep, but it took awhile, so we'll say 10:30am? Woke around 6pm, surprisingly. If I did wake up in between, it wasn't for very long.

-- Tonight, I'll shower and then go straight to bed; try to avoid using my phone. Gotta leave by 9:45am, so I'll set my alarm for like 7.

-- This appointment will be a test of "how far will it set me back if I'm already feeling bad?" Remember, I'm still in this state from early-May, which is already a level-up from the Feb-March depressive point.

-- --- Might bring my bear Since with me, especially since she's a perfect signal that I'm feeling bad. Already bringing a water bottle, might pack some extras in a cooler. Ooh, ice packs would be a good stim toy, too.

-- I've been alternating drinking tap water and my usual soda. (Water has to chill in the fridge to be tasty, so I drink soda in the interim.) If my senses aren't too fussy, I'll try to pick up 2nd water bottle tomorrow.

-- Cleaned the bowl section of my sink, but not the countertop part. Just negotiating with myself to clean tiny bits of things at a time. Better to nibble than bite off more than I can chew, so to speak

-- Will also remove nail polish tonight and trim nails. Probably not going to repaint them until after my appointment, if I do.

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-- I noticed tonight that I'm having a stronger reaction of joy to funny things. While watching D20 and talking with my dad, I was clapping my hands at jokes - more frequently than I usually do. I had to switch to shaking out my hands, so my dad could keep talking. Clapping makes noise and is disruptive to the flow of conversation.

-- --- Dad said it was good that I felt joy, even if I had to express it like this. I'm feeling more comfortable using more stereotypical autism stim-actions to cope with things and express myself lately.

-- In my dream today, I was utilizing more stim-actions and not trying to "act normal" (eg masking) by hiding my reactions and feelings. I was with a new group of people, but they were accommodating of my needs. Maybe a room had been too noisy or I was getting overwhelmed with something. Can't remember the specifics, but I felt supported by others. Not outright confident, but mostly comfortable.

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-- I've combed through my music archives and listened to some older things recently. AFI's "Sing the Sorrow" has quite a stronghold on my brain, surprisingly. The album isn't emotionally significant, but I guess I played it a lot in a short period of time? A few songs from Nicole Dollanganger's "Curdled Milk" and "Flowers of Flesh and Blood" are sticking out, as I listened to them heavily before and around the time my mom passed. Taps into some heavy feelings, in a good way.

-- --- Tried Coldplay's "Parachutes", but the whole album still hurts, 20+ years later. I had gotten it right before something big and bad happened to me - a big factor into my anxiety development. Like, if it had gone worse, I wouldn't be here today. I can listen to some of the songs out-of-context, but the album as-a-whole brings no joy.

-- Why am I breaking out the big guns of nuclear earworms? Desperately fighting NSync's first album, which I haven't listened to in yeaaaars. My streaming friend played some of their music, along with her usual outro song being "Bye, Bye, Bye". Yep, time for the scorched earth approach for these monsters.

[the-mortifying-ordeal-of]

hello writing, my old friend

I've been missing you. I've turned off my Spotify DJ and queued up Bring Me Your Love, I'm freshly showered, my water bottle is refilled. I ended my shower with ever-colder water, gently mimicking the cold plunge, and I struggle to get a deep breath but I linger. I flossed and moisturized. My eyelids feel heavy and my studio is peaceful. I'm on the edge of a shiver and it feels good - I almost don't want it to come. I like the tingle, the anticipation, the pleasure.

Today is day two of wellbutrin. I had some nausea the first day, but no noticable side effects today. I've been on the multivitamin for a few weeks. I've gone several days without (ooh there goes the shiver) those brutal, delightful Alani Nus. I've researched and validated a perfect green smoothie recipe; I've gone through two and a half gallon bags in the past two weeks, and bought n washed two more from the farmers market yesterday. I still haven't smoked besides my one binge day, and I'm hardly drinking.

I don't know how I feel. I've missed you so much, Tumblr. I miss my old blog, my followers, the community, the exposure. I miss the accountability, the continuity. I was seriously considering giving her access to it, but that would violate his privacy in the process. Because he's there now, isn't he? Reading my posts, saturating my dash, texting me to make sure I'm ok. I want to spit. I made all my posts private and I've been refusing to engage. I want him to have access to me, want him to want me, want him to want me in his sacred writing, too. But it's messy and I'm angry and I'm really fucking tired and I just want bliss. I want hard conversations and blunt truths and abundant love; I want pleasure, play, screaming laughter, easy touch, exertion and recovery and comfortable, peaceful silence.

Watching her work situation is painful, and also validating. My own work life continues to haunt me. I know I could be fired at any moment and have to start from scratch, and I know I would desperately long for the opportunity to have this all back. But I can't help but want more, and I've been deeply grieving the dissonance of seeing myself not live up to my expectations - I've sunk to the lowest point and I can't believe I haven't gotten caught. I dread my check-in meetings, and it's eval season.

Personally, I'm proud - nearly elated - that I can feel myself coming out of this. I've been feral, numbing and howling and circling the drain. It feels like a miracle of privilege and chance that so much continues to go well. But I haven't been able to work and I'm mortified that it shows but no one has said anything.

I've also ghosted my therapist. Cancelled a session under the pretense of preparing for a trip, told her I'd reschedule when I got back. It's been weeks. I'm still mad at her, mad at myself, for getting so friendly that my suicidal outreach seemed like a joke. I tried to tell her it was bad, tried to tell her it felt like too much, but I also laughed and joked and charmed and lied. I'm mad at both of us for falling for it. I don't want to repair it. Not right now.

I'm still not getting a full deep breath. I'd like to sleep soon, but I suspect that despite my yawn and heavy eyelids, I'll toss and turn for a while longer: too warm, too distracted. I haven't done my daily meditation yet. I could read Meg's book, or the new Patrick Rothfuss, or that new AlAnon daily reader that I bought and never cracked open. I could make tea or give myself a massage or do some yoga. I could listen to my Spanish audiobook and enjoy the lesson without any urgency to sleep.

Once I'm a bit healthier, I do think I'd like to try donating plasma again. I imagine I'd need to disclose the Wellbutrin. I could use the extra cash. I'm going all out for my best friend's 30th and I do have the money, but I'd like to earn it back soon.

I really haven't had sex flashbacks since she started asking if I'd had flashbacks. Maybe it normalized them, took the sting out. Maybe I'm lying to both of us. I still haven't come, but it does feel good. We watched the series finale of Feel Good this morning and I started crying when Mae's mom apologized for not wanting to know, and had to leave the room for the Scott confrontation scene. Some wounds run deep.

I'd talked to my best friend about my sex/online history this past December, and earlier this week I told her my medication/diagnosis history. She hadn't know about my dad's stuff until this past summer. It's crazy to think that we went a decade without me sharing any of that.

Oh God and I haven't even written about AG's show yet. I don't have the energy right now, but I tend to not circle back when I mention wanting to write more about things. I hope I remember forever. Love, love, love.

I'll come back more, I promise. I'm here for the long haul. I'm doing it, I'm trying, I'm feeling, I'm here. I'm here. I want to keep being here.

[lord-cerberus]

【 PARAGRAPH REPLY EXAMPLES — ☆ 】

Akilles’s back was straight, arms aligned with his desk and his hands intertwined. “You seem like quite the man, Kirov,” he said, tilting his head to the side. On his face was a sly smile, thin, cracked lips threatening to open the scabs on them and break open. “I'm sure you'd be quite the addition to our family. If you get in, that is.”

With that, Kirov was sent off to God knows where—Akilles certainly didn't give a fuck.

He stood up from his chair and stretched, his back cracking multiple times in unsavory places like his body was about to fall apart, like it was a doll with weak joints.

“I'm surprised you showed up here, my dearest Kirov.”

Internally, Akilles was tearing out his hair—he normally saved affectionate nicknames for when his “coworkers” had begun to trust them a little more, but considering how Kirov seemed to be a bit spaced out at all times, they probably wouldn't care. Akilles bowed at an unnatural angle, but it really only seemed like he was a talented and submissive gay magician. It was hot, he ended up taking his jacket off and rolling up his sleeves, showing his long arms and bony elbows. “Follow me, why don't you? I managed to get some treats for my coworkers, and starting today you'll be one of them—so why don't we head to the makeshift cafeteria first?” he asked, waving Kirov along as his fingers wiggled theatrically.

( ───────── )

Akilles was a bit taken aback by Kirov’s lack of professionalism, but considering his hobbies he probably shouldn't be one to judge. Hesitantly, he thanked Kirov as they complimented his thin stature—most people found the way he moved unnatural, intimidating, maybe even repulsive. Firmly he grabbed Kirov’s shoulder, pushing him along. “I said, we're going to the cafeteria.” He made a detour for the desk at the front lobby, where the seat was abandoned, stil slightly spinning as if the receptionist had just left. A sign saying the receptionist was taking a break was placed on the desk, but Akilles paid it no mind. He grabbed a few tissues and shoved them into Kirov’s hands. “Are you doing okay, Kirov? You seem sick. Even if today was your first day, even I would have preferred for you to call in sick and prevent getting all of us ill too,” he hummed, continuing to guide Kirov to the cafeteria.

They passed by a bathroom with multiple stalls, the door still open. As Kirov’s head turned to look at the mirrors inside of it, he could have sworn he saw the reflection of a stranger—but when he looked around, there was no one there, save for Akilles.

( ───────── )

"Were you digging through trash or something?" Amihan asks.

He walks from where they were hiding at the corner of the building, approaching the stranger calmly. They don't respond. Amihan grins and tilts his head slightly, bleached and dyed hair scratching their face. "Come on, it was a joke! Liven up a bit. Here," he says, handing the person a water bottle, "you look tired as hell. Don't forget to drink, especially in the summer!"

Amihan pouts slightly when the stranger doesn't respond, and he waves his hand with the waterbottle in front of their face. "Hello?? You there? Don't tell me I need to call 911, ambulances cost a fortune..."

( ───────── )

"Whoa whoa whoa, calm down buddy!" Amihan started to feel dizzy as he held out his hands in front of him defensively, his eyes flickering from the stranger's eyes to his hand in his pocket. "...And dont bring out that knife on me either! I was just gonna ask you some questions about the recent killings in this place, ya know?"

He readjusted his hold on his shitty camera, feeling his sweaty hand starting to slip off of it. "And anyway, I don't bring poisoned water around with me! That's *my* water bottle, you know! Come on, I'm hot 'n hungry, I'll get some ice cream to calm us both down! But have some water first, you look horrible. No offense." He pouted and put his free hand on his hip.

( ───────── )

“I mean…” Makisig tilts his hand back and forth, a grimace appearing on his face. Most of his teeth seemed decently sharp—even those that shouldn't be, and his canines were especially long, too. If he'd had a sense of smell, that would probably make his job ten times easier, but then again, did sinthe even *have* a scent?

“They… dooooo…? They're like, used for, ah—keeping the wheel attached to the, yanno, body of the barrow. I must admit, I'm not much of a mechanics expert so I can't confidently say what the plate would be used for, or it's real name, but I'm at least, like eighty-percent sure they exist. Hehe.”

Makisig watches as the cat… fox… boy… thing? shrinks down and hugs onto a box. He towers over them in this position, making him feel at least a little bit more confident about his position. Hey, maybe he can rat some information out of this guy (haha, rat. Get it? ‘Cause he's a cat. Probably) and scare them into keeping quiet! They don't seem too hard to convince, anyway.

He laughs as he stops speaking and the giggle dies down; he lets his face relax into something of a self-pitying expression and looks down at the ground, his ears drooping.

“Actually, I'm more of a new recruit. I just joined the, uh, backstage posse. The boss is kinda scary, and it makes it hard to focus on his instructions ‘cause I'm worried he's gonna bite my head off, haha! So… sorry if I scared ya there. Between work and rest and props, I've had barely any time to introduce myself to any other crew members,” he explains, hoping his woe-is-me act isn't completely see-through. He's never been good at pretending to be a real person.

Tentatively, he lets out a gloved hand. “What play are you a part of, hmm? My name is Makisig.”

( ───────── )

Makisig laughed haughtily, covering his fanged mouth with a gloved hand. "Well, it should be here, unless someone else has taken it. Which would be… a threat to our production." He gave another thin smile. It fell short almost immediately after he broke eye contact with the man in the dress and he wandered around the room, opening up another box full of props and wondering if plates really did exist on wheels. They should, right? They help keep… something from breaking, whatever it is, he assumes. So it wouldn't be a far shot to hope that something along those lines would be in here, now would it?

He continued looking for some sort of mechanical opponent to bullshit his way out of his situation, humming to himself in thought as he lifted things up and down. He'd appreciate avoiding tearing apart this backstage as much as necessary, especially since he doesn't know when the play after this ballet would actually be. As he continued blindly sifting through boxes, he thought about all possible ways to knock out or otherwise incapacitate the man who caught him red-handed. "Oh, and it's fine if you aren't able to help me that much. Even the slightest bit of additional effort makes a huge difference," he said with a light chuckle.

Where to find, where to find, oh where to find proof of this stupid drug. He racked his brain for information of the drugs and dealers he already had—what it looked like, smelled like, how it was made… That actor who overdosed on this would have surely left some piece of evidence here.

( ───────── )

[insufferablemonsters]

stefan  knew  that  caroline  would  never  be  able  to  understand  the  turmoil  he  was  forced  to  endure  for  months,  emerged  in  the  water.  it  was  an  experience  he  felt  he  was  alone  in,  and  that  in  itself  was  enough  to  terrify  him.  he  could  never  relate  to  anyone  else  and  never  find  understanding  from  another  person.  he  was  appreciative,  on  some  level,  that  caroline  was  working  so  hard  at  trying  to  make  him  feel  better  but,  stefan  was  afraid  that  nothing  was  going  to  work.  was  he  going  to  feel  like  this  for  the  rest  of  his  existence?  forever  is  a  long  time.  he  was  lost  in  his  dark  thoughts  until  caroline  effortlessly  pulled  him  out  of  them  again,  a  fake  smile  presents  itself  on  his  lips  quickly  so  she  wouldn't  feel  guilty  for  having  not  making  him  feel  all  better  yet.  he  hoped  she  understood  this  wasn't  going  to  be  an  overnight  thing.  he  had  a  long  way  to  go  until  he  felt  normally  decent  again.  ❛  i  know,  i  get  it,  caroline.  thank  you   …  ❜  he  responded,  nodding  in  understanding.  he  sighed  softly,  ❛  i'll  try.  i  think  i'm  gonna  need  more  bourbon  first  ❜  he  playfully  joked,  snickering  lightly  under  his  breath.  he  saw  the  way  she  looked  at  him,  the  hope  that  shined  in  her  orbs,  made  him  feel  guilty,  and  he  wasn't  sure  how  much  more  of  that  he  could  take  on  his  already  heavy  shoulders.

he  knew  that  wasn't  the  right  thing  to  say,  or  even  the  funny  thing  to  say.  sometimes  his  bitterness  came  out  as  sarcasm,  and  he  didn't  mean  for  it  to  sound  rude.  he  was  just  glad  caroline  didn't  take  it  to  heart;  she  was  cool  like  that.  he  smiled  small  to  himself  when  she  playfully  nudged  him,  bringing  him  back  to  normal  days  even  just  for  half  a  second.  he  glanced  at  her  when  she  began  detailing  a  more  enticing  plan.  he  pursed  his  lips  and  nodded  in  agreement,  ❛  i  can  get  behind  that.  i'm  not  much  in  the  mood  for  being  around  people.  didn't  know  if  that  was  obvious  or  not  ...  ❜  he  trailed  off.  he  turned  to  look  at  the  bartender  behind  the  bar,  slinging  drinks  and  distracted  by  plenty  of  customers.  he  quickly  made  his  way  over  and  waited  for  his  opportunity  in  between  a  few  people,  staying  hidden.  as  soon  as  the  bartender's  back  was  turned,  stefan  quickly  snagged  a  bottle  of  opened  bourbon,  but  there  was  plenty  to  share  among  the  two  of  them.  he  rushed  back  to  caroline  and  swirled  the  bottle  in  front  of  her,  ❛  where  are  we  off  to  now,  miss  determination?  ❜  he  chuckled.

【❖】   ――――    Caroline   didn’t   find   much   humor   in   Stefan’s   attempt   at   just   that.   After   what   he   had   gone   through   ?   She   couldn’t   even   imagine   in   her   worse   nightmares.   One   thing   she   has   learned   being   a   vampire   is   that   you   can’t   run   from   your   problems.   You   can’t   even   stuff   them   away   wishing   they   would   magically   disappear   one   day,   because   they   won’t.   You   had   to   face   it   head   on,   that’s   the   only   way   to   move   forward.   What   doesn’t   kill   you   only   makes   you   stronger.   Yeah,   he   died   more   times   that   either   of   them   would   like   to   admit   but   he’s   here   and   alive   now   —   that’s   what   mattered   most.   ❝   Stefan,   you're   not   alone   in   this.   You   never   have   to   face   your   demons   by   yourself.   Remember   that.   ❞   Her   voice   was   filled   with   sincerity   as   she   looked   into   his   eyes,   silently   willing   him   to   believe   her   words.   She   knew   he   had   a   long   road   ahead   of   him,   but   she   was   determined   to   walk   it   with   him   every   step   of   the   way. Caroline   offered   him   a   small   smile,   a   glimmer   of   hope   shining   in   her   gaze   when   he   agrees   to   give   the   night   at   least   a   chance.   ❝   Now   enough   of   the   heavy,   let’s   have   some   fun.   ❞

But   as   she   looked   out   into   the   crowd   and   back   to   him   she   could   still   sense   how   uneasy   he   was.   ❝   Besties   for   the   resties,   huh   ?   I   can   live   with   that,   ❞   Caroline   said   with   a   playful   grin,   nudging   Stefan   gently   with   her   elbow.   ❝   But   I   have   a   even   better   idea.   How   about   we   persuade   the   bar   tender   to   hand   over   a   bottle   of   booze   and   we   blow   this   joint   ?   Maybe   we   can   just   take   a   nice   quiet   walk   ?   ❞   There   were   a   number   of   things   they   could   do   to   distract   his   mind   without   subjecting   to   so   much   noise   and   crowds   of   people.   She   just   wanted   to   make   sure   he   felt   comfortable   and   safe,   even   if   just   for   a   little   while.   The   offer   hung   in   the   air   between   them,   waiting   for   Stefan's   response.   Caroline   watched   him   closely,   hoping   to   see   some   of   the   tension   leave   his   shoulders   at   the   thought   of   a   quieter   escape.   Deep   down,   she   knew   that   sometimes   all   you   needed   was   a   good   friend   by   your   side   and   a   moment   of   peace   to   face   the   battles   within.   She   needed   him   to   lighten   up   and   be   a   lot   less   broody. 

[ronanlynchbf]

i've literally been malfunctioning for DAYS can it stop?

[yuichi-ro]

anyways- canon yuichee love language is every couple of years when Haijima moves it’s testing facility, the following week Kurono comes and tells me which drinking fountains tasted the best/most normal and which ones to avoid because they taste “weird”. And in turn I then only drink out of those water fountains even though the taste of water never bothers me I drink gallons in a day anyways but he was so proud to tell me which ones tasted good even if they all taste the same to me. 

[mrs-santoss]

Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Four

Summary: 

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can't risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

I throw my head into the toilet, throwing up everything I've eaten since the morning. I feel hands holding my hair up and rubbing my back. I couldn't stop throwing up. I drank like crazy all night, so this was pretty much expected. "Y/N, are you okay, honey?"

This is Neymar's voice. He was the one rubbing my back. I couldn't respond to him, I wasn't done with my business yet. I hear Kylian approaching the bathroom, standing by the door. "Is she okay? Wow, how much did you drink, you crazy person?"

Kylian asks trying to lighten the mood. Neymar only shrugs his shoulder at him, concerned. I was finally done. Kylian decided to leave the bathroom and give us some privacy. I finally sit on the bathroom floor, facing Neymar. He held out a bottle of water for me. I drank half of the bottle before I handed it back to him. "Y/N, why did you drink this much? Are you feeling better now?" "Yeah, I'm okay, Ney. I just got carried away." I'm lying. My head is killing me, I can't even find the strength to stand up. I think the best option is for me to head home. "Let's go outside in the balcony and get some fresh air, okay?" "No, thank you. I think it's time for me to go home. I need to rest." "Wow, you really think I will let you drive? Y/N you're drunk as fuck and I can clearly tell you're not okay. You will crash here tonight." "No, no, it's oka-" "No, it's not. You chugged half a bottle of vodka fifteen minutes ago, you crazy person."

We both laugh at this situation. Neymar stops to stare at me. I would give everything to know what he's thinking about right now. He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead and lifts me up.

"Neyyy!! I'm okay, trust me." "Noo, I'll never trust you after this"

He makes his way to the bathroom, placing me on the bed. He goes to his closet and pulls out a hoodie and some shorts. He hands them over to me and takes off my shoes. "Did everyone leave? I didn't see anyone in the living room." "Yeah, everyone left. Except for Kylian, he's throwing the trash in the kitchen." "Oh, okay." "I will check on him real quick and give you some time to change. I will bring you some water." He leaves the room and I get changed. My head is pounding. I'm still feeling dizzy. I hope I don't say any ridiculous things to him. Neymar enters the bedroom with a bottle of water. "Here, you need to finish this bottle. Are you feeling better?" "Neymar?" "Yeah?" "Can you lay next to me?" "Of course, Y/N" He lays next to me and we both face each other. We stay like this for a while. We look into each other's eyes. I love this. I would stay like this forever. Neymar smiles at me and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. I close my eyes, enjoying his touch. "What are you thinking right now, Y/N?" "I'm thinking of kissing you." oh, god. Why did I say that? We stay silent. I decide to speak up again. "What are you thinking about, Ney?" "I'm thinking of kissing you." "What's stopping you?" "You're drunk. I wouldn't want you to do something you might regret." "What if I was sober?" "I would do more than just kiss you." "So do it." "I will. Just not tonight. Tonight, I just want to look at you. I want to appreciate your beauty. You're extremely beautiful, oh, my god."

He said this last sentence just like the first time he did to Thiago when he didn't know I could understand him. I felt a warm feeling on my chest. I feel love, but I also feel scared. Why am I scared? "Why didn't you say anything sooner, Ney?" "I don't know, I felt anxious. You're very special to me. I would normally ask you out on that first day, but I wanted to take my time with you. Why didn't you say anything?" "I don't know. I felt scared. I still do. But, love is overtaking me right now, more than fear is. You did that to me. You're amazing." I was beginning to close my eyes. I couldn't keep them open any longer. Sleep was taking over me. "Close your eyes, Y/N. You need to sleep." "Will you be here with me?" "Yes, I will, amor." "Do you promise? "I promise."

____________________________________ Sunlight coming from the window was hitting my eyes. I opened them slowly with a pounding head. What the actual fuck? Where am I? Why am I not in my bedroom? I realized, I'm in Neymar's bedroom. I'm alone on the bed and I decide to get out and make my way in the kitchen. Kylian was crashed on the couch, still asleep. Neymar was no where in sight. I get a painkiller from the kitchen and notice Neymar sitting on the chair in the balcony. I wasn't sure what happened last night, I remember bits and pieces, but It's still a blur to me. Did I embarrass myself in any way? I make my way to the balcony. "Morning, Ney." he turns around to face me, a big smile on his face. "Morning, sleepy head. How are you feeling, today?" "Like hell. Be honest with me. How bad was it?" I say to him as I make my way to sit next to him. "Hmm, not as bad as you think. It had a happy ending, at least for me."

I remember confessing my feelings to Neymar last night. And he did the same to me. But, after that it's all darkness, I don't know if I kissed him or not. "Did we kiss?" "No, we didn't. We decided to do it another time, like this one." he says and sits closer to me. "Oh, really? Why is that?" I ask with a smirk, leaning in closer to him. "Because, I wanted you to remember it." he finally crashes his lips on mine. I join him too. Our lips move in sync. I feel like my heart is going to explode. We stop to take a breath and look at each other and smile. I love this about us. I love that we stop and look at each other, appreciating what's in front of us. "FINALLYYY!!! GODD!!!" I jump from the noise. It was Kylian standing at the doorway looking at us. He came over to us giving us a round of applause. "Kylian, you have to stop doing this, man. That was scary" I tell him, laughing. "I never would've thought that it would take a drunk crazy Y/N to make this happen." he makes his way over to us sitting on the other chair. I had my legs crossed over Neymar's lap with my back resting on the edge of the arm chair.

"Yeah, me neither." says Neymar, I slap his arm lightly, making him chuckle. We were back to our normal state. Having fun and making jokes. I hope I never lose this. "Are you guys finally going out, what should I call this?" "Hmm, I guess you can say that. I would appreciate a date from your bro anytime soon." I say to Kylian. "Noted" Neymar responds. I suddenly remember the girl from last night. I wasn't sure if I should bring it up or not. But, I couldn't let it bother me any longer so I decide to talk about it. "Ney, who was that girl named Sierra from last night?" Neymar looks at me surprised but not uncomfortable from my question. This is a good sign for me. "We to be very close friends back in Brazil. But, a few years ago she told me she had feelings for me, but I only saw her as a friend. I knew it wasn't going to work out for us as friends any longer, so I lost touch with her. She came here yesterday uninvited. She was in town and decided to stop by, I guess." "Oh, okay. I understand. I have to admit, if it wasn't for that friend of yours, this wouldn't have happened, so I need to thank her. She made me feel jealous." "Oh, really?" Neymar says, he leans in closer brushing his nose against mine. "OH, COME ON!!" Kylian yells out and stands up to leave. " Get a freaking room." We both laugh and kiss. I wanted to ask Ney one last thing before we begin to do this. "Ney, I want to agree with you on something before we do this together." "Sure, amor. What is it?" "Can we keep this to ourselves for a while, not share it with anyone at work except for Kylian?" He pushes me hair behind my ear and smiles. "Of course, Y/N. I think so too." "Great!"

[pastorpresent]

Dean isn't supposed to be awake. He's supposed to be in his bed opposite Sammy's, snoring softly after a long day of being stuck in the impala while they made the seven hour drive to uncle Bobby's house.

He definitely isn't supposed to be eavesdropping, peeking through the doorway into the living room where his dad and Bobby were sat on the old couch, both with matching bottles of beer.

He isn't supposed to be listening, but as much as dad liked to praise his ability to follow orders - he was never quite as good as following rules.

He had heard Sam's name. If he hadn't, he probably would've just grabbed a glass of water and headed back to bed.

"It's getting harder to keep things from him. I told Dean about this stuff when he was five, and Sam's almost 10. He's going to catch on soon and... I need to do this before then," dad sounded stressed, more so than usual, and Dean watched him take a long drink.

Bobby sighed and ran a hand over his face.

"You sure this is even what you want? He's your son, John."

Dean felt something curl low in his stomach. It was that same sickly feeling he got whenever he saw a kid push his Sammy, or when one of the things they were hunting got a little too close to the motel. A feeling he had grown accustom to ever since that night in a burning house, running onto the damp grass with Sam pressed against his chest, his only thoughts being a mantra of protectyourbrother.

"That's why I need to do it. He'll grow up normal. The family seems nice enough, and anythings better than his life now. He'd be better off," dad sounded almost remorseful, and the conversation seemed to be frantically joining up in Dean's head to create a horrifying conclusion.

"You think he's gonna be happy gettin' shipped off to live with a buncha' strangers?"

Dad huffed a sigh, rolling his eyes, "don't, Bobby-"

"I get wantin' him to have a normal life, I do. But you're not thinkin' about what the boy wants. Hell, what about Dean? He doesn't like letting the kid out of his sight, he'll never talk to you again."

It was true. He wouldn't even try to deny it. It was selfish, probably. What dad was saying made sense, and maybe Sam would find a way to be happier. He could picture him with a nice family in a nice house, complete with a damn picket fence and puppy. The picture of suburbia, instead of questionable motel bed spreads and days sleeping in cars.

It didn't matter. He couldn't let it happen. He couldn't let Sam go, and that's all that mattered.

"I'm calling them, Bobby-"

"Don't!"

Dean came out from around the doorframe, and two sets of eyes immediately fell to him.

"You're supposed to be in bed!" Dad hissed, but it didn't hold the usual edge.

Bobby didn't say anything, busying himself with a drink from his beer.

"You can't send him away, dad."

"It's for the best-"

"Is it hell!" Dean yelled.

"It's bullshit, is what it is," Bobby mumbled from his seat, earning a brief glare from John.

"He stays with us. If you send him anywhere else I swear to god I'll leave too, or I'll go long enough to find him and bring him back," he growled, and he damn meant it.

Silence filled the room, and dad glanced over to the phone.

"I won't," he finally said after a moment, and Bobby seemed to deflate a little in relief.

Dean held his stance, arms folded over his chest, eyes locked on his father.

"You swear?"

He nodded, sagging back into the couch cushions, "I swear."

"Good," Dean affirmed, turning on his heel and heading back upstairs.

And so what if he spent a little while listening to Sam sleeping? He needed to know he was there.

[omo-goose]

A Walk In The Park

Characters; unnamed characters A, B, and C from this and this

Content Warnings; pants/panty peeing, omorashi desperation, diaper mention (briefly)

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It was a chilly, but fairly sunny, morning. Of course, A wanted to take advantage of the nice weather and take B and C out hiking.

C was still pretty sleepy while they pulled their outfit on, not really thinking about the fact it would still be pretty cold out. B normally liked wearing big, comfy clothes anyway, so they weren't too worried about keeping warm.

A tried to tell C to bring a jacket in case they got too cold, but C didn't really register the words before replying with a mumbled "mhm yeah," while they finished tugging on their boots. A shook their head, knowing they'd have to pack the extra for them instead.

Obviously they didn't mind, they could see how sleepy C was at the moment. A reasoned C would get a nap in the car and be rested enough for the hike, and if they were still tired, A would probably just let them piggyback so they could all still have a nice day together and C would get rest.

B already had their headphones on, standing at the door waiting for A to bring B along and them all to get going. They were sipping on a water bottle full of chocolate milk while they waited, fidgeting with the label occasionally.

Once everyone was ready, they headed out to the usual spot they liked to hike at. It was a fairly out of the way sort of place, but it was worth the long trip just to see the huge trees and breathtaking forestry.

B had finished their drink halfway through the drive there, and by the time they'd arrived, B could feel a slight pressure beginning to build in their bladder.

C seemed to have gotten a sufficient enough amount of rest to carry themself through most of the hike, but A had to keep a bit of an eye on them to make sure they didn't wander after a bug or lizard off the trail. They were so preoccupied with watching after C, they didn't even consider if either of them had had bathroom breaks before they left, although they kind of assumed.

B was walking a little slower than normal now, having had several water bottles given to them by A, and at least one thing of juice as well. They weren't sure how much further A had planned to go, bit they hoped they'd be going home very soon.

"A, I gotta piddle. I forgot to earlier," C, who was much more vocal than B at the moment, announced kinda loudly.

A looked over at them and chuckled, "I tell y'all every time to use the bathroom before we go out, do I gotta start packing diapers?" They teased lightly.

B's face was surely bright red now, their hands fidgeting with the font fabric of their skirt. They wanted to speak up about their need as well, feeling much fuller than comfortable at the moment, but they couldn't bring their lips to form the words. The very thought was almost enough to make them start to tear up a little, but they were just barely able to hold it back.

A suddenly noticed B's predicament, a look of concern immediately painting their features. "Oh, B, do you gotta go pee as well hun?" Their tone was gentle and soft as they went over to B.

B immediately froze up, stopping in their tracks, hands shooting between their legs to hold themself desperately, "mh! ah!" They whimpered, tears now streaming down their cheeks.

"Ah, I'm so sorry I should have made sure you used the bathroom before we left.. it's okay if you have an accident here, just go ahead and go hun, don't hurt yourself..." A tried to coax B into relaxing.

"If it'll help any, I'll piddle myself too!" C came up beside A, attempting to help with being comforting.

B's legs were shaking, and when they let out a slightly wheezed laugh from C's comment, their bladder decided to finally give out. Slowly at first, a few short spurts caused them to gasp slightly, then the rest began pouring out freely. Rivulets of urine streaming down their thighs and legs, staining their skirt slightly where they held themself.

C and A cooed words of encouragement throughout the whole ordeal, and soon after C noticed they also REALLY needed to go too.

"I, uh, I'm piddling..." They mumbled as they began leaking a bit.

"That's okay, go ahead and go too, we'll you two cleaned up when we get home." A offered with a hand on their shoulder.

Without further warning, C began wetting themself as well, soaking through their leggings for a full minute or two. They involuntarily let out a small moan and had to lean on A for support as their legs went slightly weak. They hadn't realized just how bad they'd had to go.

After C was finished, the trio headed back the other way down the trail, and when they got home A helped C and B get cleaned up. They all took a hot bath together in an extra large tub and then watched their favorite shows together on the couch snuggled underneath a big, soft blanket.

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