#cause apparently i can't clean at normal hours

[yenpondering]

On a brighter note I've taken to cleaning and reorganising the kitchen since I'm the one that mainly uses it now and it gives me serotonin to see my baking supply all neat and tidy.

Last week I tried my hand at making a no bake matcha cheesecake and a matcha bread with red bean paste yeee

[dcxdpdabbles]

#Holiday Requests your blogs are the sole reason i visit tumblr in the first place. Thank you for feeding my dcxdp brain rot the appreciation is very much reciprocated and i’d like to humbly request a continuation for Jason’s Doll or Mr. Flavor!

After the smear campaign had been dealt with, Tim took time to carefully convince his employees that Scarecrow had somehow dosed the whole building in Fear Gas; that way, they would return to work once he gave everyone a month off with pay to "clean out the vents".

He did not want people to walk away thinking Danny the doll was by any means haunted. It would undo every last attempt to fix Jason's image, which he had carefully constructed.

In a city like Gotham, being dosed with gas was so common that no one batted an eye when Tim called them back. Many of the employees were overjoyed by the paid vacation.

The young CEO had even gone as far as to spread rumors that no one really saw the alleged doll, causing people to assume there was mass hysteria. Everyone was happier this way.

He felt like he could finally relax after weeks of meticulous planning. He went into work assuming the only stress he would experience would be the typical CEO kind.

Then Jason, needing a favor, marched into his office within the first hour.

Tim stares at the doll sitting on his office desk, feeling the blood drain from his face as his brother happily chatters.

"He usually likes to sit by windows. Don't forget to clean him with a damp, warm cloth; his clothes are machine washable." Jason said, laying out some of Danny's tea cup sets. Apparently, his brother had been shopping. "Danny usually has his tea daily at one, but if you're working, I'm sure he'll understand. He can wait."

"Jay..."Tim started feeling Danny staring into his soul. He knew a soul existed, but that didn't stop the thing from being unnerving. Was Danny made entirely of Fear Gas? "Are you sure you can't take Danny with you?"

"I want to." Jason sighed, tracing the fabric of Danny's hair. "But we aren't sure if space travel will worsen Danny's chances of recovery. Normally, I wouldn't take any jobs outside Gotham, but Roy needs help."

Danny's head jerked as if the porcelain neck of the doll had broken, the little head falling to the side, facing Jason. Familiar whispers of hell fill the air, making Tim's stomach drop.

He leans further into the plush of his office chair, wanting to get as far away from Danny as possible while Jason smiles.

"Thank you for understanding, " he tells Danny with a fondness usually reserved for lovers. Tim might have found it sweet if it had not been that he was terrified of Jason's undead boyfriend.

"Please don't leave," He whispers, uncaring how pathetic his voice sounded.

"You're going to find Tim." Jason laughs, shaking his head. "Danny says he likes you!"

Tim's eyes slid over to the doll, feeling himself jump a little when he realized he had turned in his direction. Without a sound. Without Tim, for all his training, even noticing the movement.

There was a moment when he felt like something with sharp teeth grinning at him. The sensation came from behind his left shoulder, and he jerked around, hand flying to his hidden expandable staff in his left pocket. Nothing but the cream color of his wall stares back at him.

He slowly turns back to his guest, Danny, quite suddenly right in front of him, sitting on his laptop. Its slightly watery eyes- painted with the effect- were mere inches from Tim's nose.

The sensation of being watched by a predatory grows. A whimper leaves Tim's lips against his will just as Jason checks his phone and shoulders his travel bag. "Alright, I have to head out. Artemis is on the way here to pick me up. Thanks again, Tim."

"No." He whispers, unable to look away from his own reflection in Danny's eyes. He looks petrified. "Don't leave me here with him."

"Bye, Danny. See you in two weeks." Jason grabs the doll's head in a quick one-arm hug.

A scratching wail from down the hall makes Tim nearly fall over, but Jason only blushes as he leans closer. "I love you too."

Before Tim can find the courage to throw Danny back at him, his brother is up and out the door. Soon, his office is left in utter silence as the duo observe one another.

Tim only dared move an inch once Tam knocked on his door. "Morning, Tim. You're nine o'clock is here; I sent you the required documents for the meeting, and is that a doll?"

Her voice trails off from her typical professional pitch to the one he is used to hearing when the pair reminisce about the time they ran from assassins together. It's far more casual, with just the hints of judgment that Tim can appreciate because it means she's not above calling his bullshit out.

"This...is Danny," He hears himself introduce. "Danny, this is Tam."

His PA cooks one hip, raises a brow, and gestures at the desk where the doll sits. "I thought the rumors about the haunted doll resulted from the night job misunderstanding?"

"No. I worked to cover them up."

Tam rolls the information around in her head before looking at her tablet with a wide smile. "You do not pay me enough to handle haunted dolls. I have to be in conference room 103 in five minutes. I have to check on our coffee orders."

"But Tam-"

"No." She slams the door close. The click-clack of her heels echoes as she struts away, and Tim is left staring longingly at the blurred windows of his glass doors. He looks back at Danny, who has moved again.

This time, the cold porcelain is pressing into his left cheek because Danny is suddenly there. Standing on the arm of his office chair and leaning on Tim's face.

The scream that ripped out of his throat had the security running to his office and Tam dialing the Bats in ten seconds. It didn't help that the scream had traveled through the vents, echoing into the building as every employee looked up from their cubicle with a jump.

"What was that?"

"A little girl go hurt on level seventy-four."

"Isn't that the CEO's floor?"

"Must be one of the thousands of kids the Waynes bring to those charity events."

[thevampireladyambrosia]

The Professor's Pet

Request via anon.

Pairing: Male!Kitsune x Female!Reader.

Content Warning: Power dynamics (professor x student), manipulation, age gap, knots.

You have always been a good student. At least at this university. A school involving magic was the dream. As a human, however, you struggled a bit. Especially with charms. In fact, you frequently explode them by pouring too much energy in. You can't help it. You are just so excited. Thus, you fell behind in class.

The professor, an older kitsune with all nine tails, noticed this. He had been trying to help you as much as he could, but he could only do so much. So you quickly began to fail the class.

This caused you to panic. You could only go to this place because you got a full ride scholarship. A scholarship that requires a certain GPA to keep.

So you doubled down. You tried harder. You stayed up later. Only for things to become more of a disaster. Your anxious energy explodes charms more easily. Your sleep deprivation led to you making mistakes you normally wouldn't.

It was very late one night that you decided you'd approach the professor the next day. You knew his office hours from the beginning of the year; from when he had gone over the syllabus. Maybe you could ask for an extra credit essay? Something. Anything. You had to pass this class.

The next day goes slowly. It's like the universe knew you had something that needed done, so it slowed down time. You found yourself glancing at the clock every couple minutes. You were an anxious mess. The professor seemed nice enough. But would he help you?

When the time came for you to approach his office you somehow grew more anxious. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced your feet to move. You entered his office.

He looked up and smiled. He greeted you and gestured for you to take a seat.

“I'm assuming you're here about your grade?” He stated. He said it casually and in a nonchalant way. But it was anything but that to you. It determined the rest of your life. Failing would mean not being able to continue at this school. It would mean everything had been for nothing.

“Um… yeah.” You replied. You mentally kicked yourself. You wanted to say more, but it would come out. Like your mouth was too dry, and your lips were sewn shut.

“I went ahead and took a look at your assignments. It appears you weren't absent for much. Rather, it became apparent that you had a knack for exploding things throughout the year. As you likely know, I could have done something if you had excused absences. I could have let you make up the work for partial credit. Simply failing is different, though. If I let you redo it, you'd gain an unfair advantage over your classmates.”

You sucked in a breath. There it was. What you had feared all along. Your face fell. You were really going to fail the class.

“But…” You immediately snapped back into attention. There was a glimmer of hope in that simple word. “I do reward effort. And you, my dear student, have put in effort. Tell me, how far are you willing to go to secure your grade?”

You blinked. Did he want you to clean the classroom? Write a huge report? Do a presentation?

“I'd do anything. Anything at all.” You said confidently.

“That's a bold statement.” The kitsune said. But you didn't miss the glimmer in his eye. The same one people have when they get something they want. When they succeed at something. Satisfaction.

“It's the truth,” you replied. And it was. At this point in time, you'd do just about anything to secure your grade. Aside from doing something that harmed others.

“How about I give you a bonus assignment? One worth a good chunk of points. It would be distributed and added onto your other grades. But you'd have to keep it a secret. And I'd want something in return.”

You couldn't believe your ears. A chance to pass. You'd have to be positively insane to say no. But what did he want in return?

“I'll do it. Whatever it is, I'll do it. And I won't tell a soul.” You couldn't believe your own mouth. This was basically cheating. This would make you a fraud. The kitsune seemed to recognize where your mind was heading. And he acknowledged it in his next statement.

“It's not cheating. I'm a professor. I would know. The greatest minds weren't just people who were good at things. They were people who were passionate about things. You, my dear, have passion. You have drive. You have perseverance. Is it really cheating? Or are you just getting acknowledged for your work?”

You felt strange. He had praised you. Maybe he was right? I mean, you did work hard.

“But, even more amazing, is the fact you know how to work the system.” You looked at him. What was he talking about? “Wearing that short skirt you know would drive men crazy.”

Your eyes widen. You open your mouth to protest, to explain, but his hand slips under your skirt. It catches you so off guard that you don't even get a word out. Luckily, he only rubs your thigh before withdrawing his hand.

“I-” He cuts you off.

“You said anything, remember?” He's smiling at you. “What I want is simple. I want you to let me stuff your pretty little cunt with my cock. Just this once. After all, that's what you offered when you said anything, yes?”

He had a point. You did say anything. And maybe one time was worth it for a good grade?

“Okay. I consent. Just this once.” The professor didn't hesitate. You could barely process anything before you were bent over his desk. Your underwear were pushed aside as he roughly shoved a finger in. It stung slightly but quickly faded as your cunt lubricated itself.

It would help if you didn't enjoy it. If your cunt wasn't sending waves of pleasure into your brain, making it short circuit. When his thumb found your clit and a second finger joined, you moaned. It was loud and filthy. It made you feel disgusted with yourself.

He fingered you until you came around onto his hand hard. It was the most intense orgasm of your life. And it was given to you by your professor. Your way older professor. But you didn't care anymore.

He made you beg for his cock. Made you plead. And you did. He didn't even bother to undress you nor himself. He just pulled his growing erection out and kept your underwear pushed aside. He shoved into you in one swift motion that made you cry out and see stars.

He fucked you rough and hard, his pace unforgiving. And when you came, you gushed around his cock. If you thought the orgasm earlier was intense, this one was unreal. You became practically boneless. Your vision went white. You could have sworn you passed out for a brief moment.

And then he came. Buried deep in your cunt. You felt the warmth of his seed fill you. And something strange happened too. It was like he got bigger. Like his penis expanded, locking him in. You had expected him to pull out. You had assumed incorrectly.

It wasn't even a minute after his penis went back to normal that he fixed your clothes and ushered you out. Something about office hours being over.

You walked back to your dorm on wobbly legs, your professor's cum dripping down your thighs. You pressed them together to hide it as much as possible.

When you arrived back, you showered and went to bed. A few days later you had a B in his class.

[shouts-into-the-void]

The more I think about it, the more I really want to know how Tetsuji managed to keep the fact that the Ravens are a cult under wraps, considering that even Neil was having trouble functioning normally after only 2 weeks.

Like, it isn't even the physical abuse that causes the biggest problem. It's the 16 hour days, inability to do anything other than exy, social isolation, and the dictated nutrition and choices. They learn none of the skills that a typical young adult learns in college- cooking, cleaning, time management, money management, networking, etc. Not all of the Ravens can be rich enough that that sort of thing just doesn't matter. They basically get dropped into the world after college with no idea how to get a place to live, feed themselves, pay bills, or anything required of an adult and with no support network to help.

And including the physical abuse, all of these athletes suddenly have to have a miriade of health problems due to over-exercise, lack of sleep, violent playing styles, and I'm assuming physical abuse from Tetsuji and/or Riko.

All of these athletes are apparently signing with pro teams and there can't be that many that they only have one or two athletes a piece. We know from Lucas that the drastic change to their personalities is very noticiable to anyone who did know them and they're mentally unstable enough to off themselves after being forced to leave the campus, so how has no one noticed that all of the players that get signed from this one college team are barely functional, incredibly mentally unhealthy, and insanely violent?

[purerehua]

im so sorry i could find any kind of a request rules thing anywhere so feel free tk just ignore this if need be but could you write for gunwook where him and reader nearly break up but it has a happy ending💘💘

inlove with a ghost

pairing ⇆ zb1 park gunwook x reader

genre ⇆ angst ; hurt with comfort ; non-idol au ; near breakup

wc ⇆ 1.3k

cw ⇆ i'm not that good at angst read at own risk, cursing, wook is not rlly a good bf oops, but he could be!!

two hours.

two hours have passed since gunwook promised he was on his way, and fifteen more minutes since you've sent three follow up messages asking where he is. you are currently debating washing your face and changing back into sweatpants as it seems like your boyfriend had no intention of showing up.

the initial plan was for gunwook to pick you up at your place around four, you two would walk around, and decide on a place to eat afterward. and this will be the first time you'd see him in person after two long weeks of his busy schedule taking up most of his time.

that is if he even shows up.

you're giving him another five minutes. another five minutes and you swear if he isnt here by then you're changing into sweats and taking a nap.

a minute goes by, another,, another,,, another,,,,

four minutes should've been enough.

in a huff you dejectedly slip off your nice shoes that you happened to clean just for today, the purse that you literally never wear on a normal occasion, and the hairclips you dug through your accessory drawer to find. you throw all three somewhere around the room hapzardly, not wanting to see the evidence of your efforts to look presentable for the date anymore.

ten minutes have passed since then, and true to the internal promise you made to yourself, there you lay. face first on your bed, softly sobbing into the pillow.

a click alerts you and causes you to sit up, and you find gunwook at the entrance to your room holding your shoes, hairclips, and purse.

"y/n?"

silence.

you turn away from him, then a beat passes and you feel the bed dip under his weight and the sheets rustle quietly.

"y/n." he tries again, softer this time. and you can basically hear the apology in the way he says your name.

"don't say sorry gunwook, i know you are." you mumble quietly.

gunwook apparently has nothing to say to that as he doesn't respond, and if you weren't so hurt right now you'd get up to get a look at his face. wanting to see what emotions would plague it. would his eyebrows pinch together? would the corners of his lips tremble downwards ever so slightly?

you sigh as you speak the next words. "i think we should call it."

"...what do you mean? call what?"

"this. our relationship."

you finally situate yourself to face him properly, and you were so spot on with his facial expression you scared yourself with how well you knew him.

"what? y/n i—"

a breath. he takes a breath, to calm himself you'd guess.

"y/n. don't say things like that, okay? i'm so so sorry. i'll make it up to you i swear."

"thirteen."

"what?"

"thirteen times, you've done this."

gunwook finally understands and mutters under his breath, cursing at himself and squeezing his eyes shut before groaning.

"shit, y/n. i didn't know."

"thirteen times i've asked to see you and you were either late or bailed on me. gunwook i'm your partner. i shouldn't need to have to make appointments just to see you!"

"y/n, i'm busy... you know that. it's not that you're not important but i try!"

"i know you're busy! and i know you try. but you can't expect me to be okay with all of this nothing you're giving me."

he's taken aback and it shows. nothing? that can't be true. he might not be the best at prioritizing you but he certainly doesn't give you nothing. right?

you shift due to the bed not being occupied by gunwook anymore, and you watch him stand with his hands on his hips like a father about to scold you. you would laugh if you weren't on the verge of bursting into sobs.

"that's not true. no, i can't— why would you say that? i text you every morning, and i try to keep you updated with what i'm doing and you know. i'm trying here okay? please just..."

you stand, directly placing yourself infront of gunwook and taking his hands.

"gunwook, i love you. you know that but, i can't be in a relationship that stands still."

"y/n stop, don't speak like that."

tears sit at the edge of his eyes, threatening to spill and yours start doing the same.

"i know you have alot of things on your plate, okay? i know how badly you want to keep me and all of those things at the same time, but i know you can't manage it."

you squeeze his hands, and gunwook's bleary and tear-soaked eyes find yours again before you continue to speak.

"this is already affecting the both of us, and i know you don't want to choose so i will do it for you. we need to break up."

"no no no y/n, stop."

his eyes flutter shut again and it's your turn to be taken aback when gunwook starts lowering himself to the ground. you grab his arms, anticipating that he would fall but you're mistaken as his knees hit the wooden floor with a thud and his hands release yours in favor of gripping at the sides of your sweats.

"i can't. 'm sorry but i can not let you go. i'll do better i swear just— let me try again. don't do this to us."

his words come out shakey and stuttered, he loses his breath multiple times inbetween words and the mere idea of him hurting like this makes you hold back gasps of your own as hot tears spill down the curve of your cheeks.

"gunwook..."

you can't, it hurts too much to be with someone who's basically never there. to be inlove with a ghost.

"please." and a tear gathers itself at the corner of his lip.

he's begging, he's placed himself below you physically and emotionally. you can feel his desperation from the grip he has on your sweats. you can't bear to watch it and at the same time you can't look away, unable to shake the conflicting thoughts of what ifs from your head.

"i promise y/n, i promise."

"don't give me empty promises gunwook, you know i hate that."

"they're not empty. i promise, with my whole being i'll be better. just don't leave me."

you continue to stare at him, absentmindedly chewing on your lip anxiously. you were already tired, this was making you even more tired, you just wanted to end things and move on and be done with it and be free from all the feelings you were feeling and—

"y/n."

your thoughts are cut short by a call of your name, and as your eyes come back into focus you realize gunwook has let go of your sweats in order to grab your hand.

he brings your pointer to his lips slowly, and his places a delicate kiss on it, and you melt on the spot. his kisses are so small. if you closed your eyes you could pass it off as breeze passing by, as though he wasn't actually there and it was your mind playing tricks on you. but he was there, with your own two eyes you could see the equal parts of affection and regret he placed on your fingertips. it hurt so bad but you needed it, you needed this. for him to be there, infront of you, loving you.

you could give him another chance as long as he loved you like this again.

"okay."

"okay?" gunwook squeezes your hand, which lingers just by his chin he lowers it from his lips.

"i'll stay. but we have to talk about this, properly. okay?"

he stands up, startled but hopeful.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry y/n."

"i know."

his lips quirk sadly at that, but atleast he knows this isn't the end for you.

atleast he knows that he's still yours, and he'll strive hard to keep it that way.

a/n ⇆ this is long overdue i'm afraid :( just been having no motivation also school likes to keep me busy so. anyway here!! i don't know if i'll be posting consistently again but i'll do my best... just like gunwook!!

[redbirdbella]

TW - hospitals, drug use.

Natasha doubts her eyes have moved much from the small clock that sits above Clints hospital bed. It's been hours since they first arrived, minutes since Dr Edwards left the room, she can't be more precise though cause for all her clock watching she's still losing time.

"I am in hospital?" Clint asks again, voice slurred and distance.

Natasha nods squeezing his hand. They said they'd given him a sedative, but whatever the hell they had given him just made him out of it, forgetful. It hadn't stopped him from screaming either when they'd set his leg in place. He hadn't even screamed like that when it broke.

"I am in hospital? Where's Chloe?" He repeats.

"She's gone to write up your notes" Natasha supplies quietly, she hates seeing him like this. Every interaction makes her skin crawl. Makes her feel dirty like whatever he's been given stains her as well.

"Get her here. I need to tell her I'm in hospital"

She nods, wiping her eyes. Dr Edwards or Chloe as she insists Natasha call her is in the corridor looking at scans on the computer. From whatever medical knowledge Natasha's acquired over the years the injuries look survivable.

"Hey Natasha" she calls, twirling around to face her in the beat up office chair, "How's the patient?"

"Asking for you- he's pretty out of it right now" Natasha starts, finding herself unable to meet the Drs eyes. Chloe has the type of knowing eyes Natasha's known before, they don't often have as much warmth as Chloe's do, those eyes normally belong to people without a soul. "He told me that you can't just leave him in bed feeling that good without a cuddle first. Said people used to have manners. What did you give him again?"

Chloe smiles kind and somewhat pitying "It's a sedative. It works by inducing an altered state of consciousness. Clint had received all the pain meds he could be reasonably offered. This will just mean he doesn't remember the pain of us cleaning him up. One of the possible side effects is a slight high, Barton seems to be one of the lucky few. Access to the room is restricted to me and you until the drugs run out in about- 45 minutes"

Natasha nods, muttering a quick thank you.

"I'll come in and check him over now" Chloe continues "I want to send a few pictures of that cut on his side to plastics for a second opinion"

The Dr keeps talking as she gathers her things and cleans her hands. Natasha has known her for months now, one of the few doctors with high enough clearance to treat them. It would be easy to like her if not for her occupation. She seems nice, kind, funny but with a knowledge that always makes Natasha feel on the back foot.

"Right Barton" She declares the moment she opens the door, "Apparently you've been asking for me. What trouble have you got yourself into now?"

"Trouble?" Clint says with a lazy smile "I'm not trouble"

"Not now you haven't got some nurses to impress"

Clint laughs eyes shutting momentarily.

Chloe's good at this Natasha notes as the doctor leans against the guardrail on the side of the bed chatting easily with Clint. She doesn't seem to cringe every time he forgets their conversation or panic when his words slur. There's no guilt for her in his confusion.

She pauses to take his observations, takes the pictures she needs and fills the space Natasha can't retreating to a plastic chair in the corner of the room.

"Is Natasha here?" Clint asks as the conversation lulls. The mention of her name brings her back to the present.

"Yeah she's here"

" 'nd she's safe?"

"Yes, takes a lot to bring her down"

"She rescued me y'know?" Clint whispers, "Never told her that, that I love her, do you think she knows?"

To her credit Chloe doesn't look up, doesn't indulge herself in Natasha's reaction. She doesn't even seem surprised.

"I think so"

"I won't tell her. Don't want to hurt her" Clint threads his fingers through Chloe's and squeezes gently.

"Are you hurting at all?"

"No. We're safe, Natasha's safe isn't she?" He asks again, voice faltering.

Chloe adjusts the IV bag by Clints bed slowly, "of course she is-"

"Good- she rescued me yknow-"

"I do know" Chloe says firmly, "she's just over there- can you see?"

Clint smiles brightly, "Tasha!"

He can't remember, Natasha reminds herself, there is no reality in what can't be remembered.

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

Disclaimer: I do not own Emilio(hunter). Full Credit goes to HC -@ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Supernatural, Fluff, Comedy?, Crackfic/ Fic on Crack HAHAHAHHA

WC: 2K

Nothing.

The single word that sums up everything you remembered the moment you woke up in this unfamiliar mansion.

The living room was grand and has numerous framed pictures and certificates hanging on the wall. The furniture was covered and everything seemed unused for some time, except for the library- it's well maintained as if someone took the time and effort to clean it once in a while and make sure the books are properly stored and aren't being damaged.

You were already dead.

How did you know?

Well aside from the fact that it took you days of concentration and sheer will to just hold a single book and turn the pages since everything seems to just pass through you- your lack of hunger, pain, and any other stuff a breathing and living creature needs is very apparent.

You tried going out of the mansion but it seems like you're trapped and is being bound to the place by an unseen force. Is this it? Is this the place you're supposed to haunt forever? You wondered.

What are you even supposed to haunt this place for when you can't even remember a thing? Wouldn't it be awkward to just murmur "Hustisyaaaaaaa-" like the ghosts you read about on the comic books you found on the library? What will you be asking justice for? What if you just died of natural causes? That will be very embarrassing.

You've taken a liking to comics since the pages are much lighter than the normal books and you've gotten used to concentrating enough to turn the pages easily. You usually spent a lot of time reading to your heart's content at the library, wondering if you had the same experiences as the characters when you were still alive.

Your quiet days of being alone only lasted for almost a month when a dark and tall man came with lots of weird tools and what seemed to be weapons. He must be the owner of this mansion. You quickly hid out of instinct before realizing that you're a ghost and he will not see you either way.

The guy was quirky, funny at most on how the first thing he did after getting home was check the library. So this guy is the one keeping all the books clean and in order.

You watched all of his moves- how he checked each shelf as you slowly got nervous when he almost reached the comic book section since it might just be a little disheveled because it takes a lot of concentration from you to move stuff.

Unlike how he looked around on the other shelves, he just took a very brief glance at the comic book section before smiling to himself and walking away while humming some lively tune.

It took him the whole day to tidy up his stuff from wherever he came from and it was almost sundown when he finished. He disappeared into the master's bedroom as you heard the water running from his bathroom. You kept yourself from following him since it felt wrong to violate his privacy in his own home so you just went back to the library to continue reading, making sure to turn the pages as quietly as you can so as to not scare the man.

After a few hours, you can hear strange sounds coming from the living room. You slowly went down to check what it was and found the man slumped on the couch, eating while watching TV. Television. Just like the thing you saw in the comic! You hesitantly walked towards the couch and sat down at the far opposite end to watch what seemed to be some kind of horror movie.

The moment Emilio set foot in his mansion, he saw you right away, hiding behind the furniture- he found it funny. It's not like normal humans will see you, but he's no normal human. He's got this gift ever since he was still a child. The ability to see what the naked eye doesn't. It's not just ghosts, but also other elements and creatures that the others thought were just fragments of the imagination and the mind.

He can see you following him around like a curious child. The first thing he checked was his library where he keeps many of his work's documentation and research. He also noticed the slight mess out of his comic book collections, knowing it was probably you trying to practice moving stuff.

He made sure you wouldn't notice that he could see you so he could continue observing your funny and un-ghost-like antics.

The way it took all of his self-control not to giggle as you politely sat down on the opposite end of the couch to watch TV with him- it was so cute and adorable and the way you looked so invested in the movie made him feel like not wanting to turn it off.

He was tired after being away for a month and he's definitely falling asleep already. Emilio switched into a laying position on the couch, making sure his movements were slow as to not startle you who is currently deeply engrossed in what you are watching.

After the movie ends, you look towards Emilio only to see him fast asleep. Just how oblivious is this human to fall comfortably asleep with a ghost beside him? You softly chuckled to yourself as you politely turned the TV off so as to not have his electricity bill go overboard before slowly retreating to your usual spot at the library.

This encounter has become a cycle- Emilio stays for a couple of days, just relaxing, reading stuff, and tinkering with some small trinkets before leaving again and being gone for weeks.

You've been so used to him that you start to worry when he's gone for longer than usual. Watching TV beside him on the couch has been an activity you look forward to. Upon observing him for months, you finally learned that he is some sort of a hunter- whatever he hunts is something you still don't know though.

Through time, you've also developed more and more control and focus, making touching stuff easier and more natural at this point that you sometimes accidentally knock stuff over. Emilio doesn't seem to freak out or be scared though.

The only thing that's bothering Emilio is the fact that keeping a straight face around you is so hard. He doesn't want you to know that he can see you- but the way you pick up the stuff you knocked over and return it to where it's supposed to be- innocently at that, is just way too funny. You also had the habit of imitating funny faces and even funny dances you see on the tv.

At some point, you ran out of books to read at the library, thanks to the fact that ghosts don't need sleep, so you started following Emilio around whenever he was at home. You find it amusing to watch him study and do errands around the mansion, no matter how simple it is such as repairing some old furniture.

Emilio noticed you following him around more often than usual and the small frown on your face whenever he goes outside to do errands since you can't seem to set foot beyond the mansion's walls, so he started bringing his weapons inside to clean it so you can still watch him.

You were being too nosy, leaning way too closely against his stuff that you accidentally elbowed it, making it fall towards you. Emilio quickly moved on instinct, catching his weapons so it wouldn't fall over you despite knowing that it'll just pass through you.

"You okay?" he worriedly asked before realizing his mistake- he just casually asked you, a ghost a question while looking intently into your eyes.

"Uh, yeah sorry-- You can see me?!" You didn't bother hiding the shock on your face when the man, who you've been living with for the past few months suddenly spoke to you.

Emilio softly chuckled as he shook his head. "Aw, you got me there. Anyway, yes. I've always been able to see you, cutie." he said with a smirk as he leaned his tools and weapons back on the wall securely.

You could've sworn right there and then that you could die for the second time around out of sheer humiliation- all those countless times that you did something really embarrassing replaying in your head. You nervously chuckled before running away, knocking a few stuff over which you immediately pick up and return to its place before successfully exiting the room and seeking refuge in your spot at the library.

For days, you made sure not to make your presence known, spending all your time in solace. You heard the slight sound of Emilio's weapons being dragged on the floor and the brief jingling of his keys as he left the mansion.

"I'll be off and will be back in three weeks. Don't worry about me." Emilio chuckled as he left.

He's a weird human. Like, who even does that? Who just bids their local ghost goodbye?!

You spend your days just chilling and watching tv- which is funny since you saw in a horror movie once how scared the characters get when the television suddenly turns on in an abandoned house.

Rude. What if the ghost haunting the place just wanted to watch their favorite show and everyone is just screaming and freaking out?

Upon putting some thought regarding your current situation with Emilio, and the fact that he can actually see you all this time, you came to the conclusion that you two are basically housemates- just two homies who liked watching movies together. Perfectly normal except for the fact that you are a ghost.

How can he not be afraid of you? How can he not like, ask you to go away? And how can he not call a priest or something to exorcise you out of his mansion? You wondered as you contemplated about asking him those stuff once he comes back. At the same time, you can't help but wonder if he's secretly a loser and is lonely so he keeps you around just so he has some company. Maybe he just wants a friend?

When Emilio came back, you didn't bother hiding yourself as you sat on the couch, a little closer to him than usual.

"Man, we need to talk."

Emilio softly chuckled at your seriousness as he turned around to face you. "Sure. What should we talk about?"

You tried clearing your throat, not knowing how to say it the least offensive way as possible. "Are you kinda...y'know...few screws loose? Cause you not being scared of me scares me."

He looked at you blankly for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. "No, no. I get you. But I'm perfectly normal, thank you for asking."

"Heh, doesn't seem like it to me. Normal people don't talk to...ghosts. Well atleast not so casually like this."

"Normal ghosts aren't as cute as you."

You rolled your eyes as you stared at him in disbelief. "Really? You're gonna go with pick up lines? To a ghost? Man, do you not have any friends? What will happen to you once I see that bright light that will take me to the afterlife? You know, I might go poof! gone, one day."

"Oh, trust me. You won't be going anywhere, Ma'am. You're staying here at our house." He said with a very smug expression.

"How are you so sure? I didn't receive some memo or some contract about me staying here, although you're right. It seems like I can't leave this place."

"A contract you say? We have that one."

You raised an eyebrow as you look at him. "What do you mean?"

"I had it framed and hung up on the living room. Look for the one that says Marriage Certificate." Emilio smirked. "Now, coming home to my wife doesn't sound so weird, right?"

Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz that's their OC, Emilio del Pilar the local monster hunter. Please support them <3

[electronic-elevator]

so I had a couple-hour drive today and would be arriving home to an empty house. so of course I was like. 👀 not going to NOT hold my pee

now like, I didn't think it was going to get too bad. I'd used the bathroom just before leaving, right? plan A was to play with myself until I had an accident

except. in about an hour. I was already in a bad way. I wasn't going to just waste the opportunity — after all, like I said, I'd be the only one home. If I had an actual accident in the car, well, whatever; I could clean it tomorrow. Plan B became "okay, well, it's going to be dark out either way. what if I wet myself outside? I've never done that and always wanted to." I figured I'd go up on my deck and do it there, giving me enough cover to be hidden even if a car drives by.

now, at the time, I might've called this "desperate." it was bad enough that I could roll my hips forward and feel that rush like I'd pushed down on my bladder. I pushed until I leaked, just to feel it.

luckily, I did NOT drain my water like I briefly considered, because it just got worse. I kept checking the GPS every two minutes like there was going to be some new, faster route opened up midway through. I was unable to pay nearly as much attention to Ｄistractible as they deserve.

and the thing is, though the once-fringe idea that I might have an actual accident was becoming more likely, I have literally never had a real accident. I'm plagued by an iron bladder, and somewhere between 40 and 20 minutes out, this starts turning to pain. and this is desperation -- it's not not pleasurable, because I do have a masochistic streak, but it hurts. I'm in a cold sweat. I've got a death grip on the steering wheel. I can't flirt with leaks anymore; I'm locked up tight because there's not enough of my attention to focus both on driving and relaxing. Plan C: I'll wet right outside my car. It's going to be dark, and it's unlikely that someone else is going to be around for those few minutes, and frankly? Fuck it. Who cares.

Past the 20 minute mark, I begin briefly but repeatedly considering Plan D (pulling over and wetting on the side of the road, then driving home like that). This would not be particularly safe, though, on a dark back road, and I quickly run out of back road and end up in town, where it would be perhaps indecent.

10 minutes out, I'm swearing under my breath. Genuinely, this is probably "driving impaired." I'm having genuine trouble focusing on the road. I normally would NOT do something like this, but again, I had NO IDEA I was going to get this desperate. I thought I'd arrive home with an urgent but completely manageable need, and now I'm clutching onto the handle above the door and praying for only green lights. I start to wonder if I'm going to leak, for real, which would be incredible. I can't sit still, but my squirming is super constrained because everything is locked up so tightly. I'm driving as carefully as I possibly can to avoid any startles or slowdowns caused by me being an idiot.

Then, though, I turn onto my road, and see not one, not two, but SEVERAL CARS of people. Somewhere in the recesses of my memory, the knowledge that my neighbor had a bunch of people over for the holiday when I'd left yesterday resurfaced. They were apparently still here, plus two cars at the (closed; they're security. there's usually only one, and only occasionally) business across the street. Lights on, running, clearly full of people. I cannot, or should not, wet myself in front of them.

I literally could not stand up straight. I grabbed my keys only and stumbled into the house -- and I honestly wish I could've just wet myself there, but again: things get locked up pretty tightly for me. So, ignoring the poor cats, I move as fast as I can (which is not fast) to the bathroom and stumble into the shower to finally piss. I can't turn the lights on, because the window shade is up, and so the neighbors could see in if I did.

and the PROBLEM is it didn't feel as fucking amazing as it should because I'd waited too long... but this was my first pants wetting in quite a while and I did enjoy it

Epilogue: Since the piss wasn't as satisfying, and bc I hadn't jacked it in a couple days ig, I was still horny af so (after an awkward half-clothed rinse off and actually carrying my shit inside and saying hi to the cats) I fucked myself with two (2) dildos and a vibrator until I came so much it looked like I pissed on the pad below me.

[donatellarose]

— promise me?

John’ Soap’ MacTavish x f!reader

rated e - 787 words

tags:post Trojan Horse mission in MW3 aka that one mission we all pretend didn't happen so Soap is just in the hospital badly injured, angst but I promise I fix it, description of blood and injuries

prompt: ring from scealaiscoite

dividers:  saradika graphics

When your boyfriend is seriously injured after a mission gone wrong, you never leave his side. High emotions mean heavy confessions.

You didn't even want to think about the past week. Too much blood, too many bandages. From a service corridor in the tunnels of London, England to the ICU of the hospital you never left Johnny's side. The only time you let go of his hand was when Ghost carried him unconscious from the tunnels. Price had to physically drag you away so Ghost could meet the medics.

Even now, the hospital room seemed empty without your sweet Johnny's smile. He lay still in the hospital bed, the paper thin gown providing little warmth. Fresh white bandages covered his temple where the bullet had grazed him. You perched on the edge of the bed, the beeping of his heart monitor a steady reminder that he was here. Johnny was alive.

Tears prick your eyes as your hand gingerly takes his, mindful of the wire and IV lines. You sniffle, the sting of astringent and cleaning supplies in the sterile environment burning slightly.

"I don't know if you can hear me.The doctors said talking to people helps. Apparently, your fingers twitched when Simon was here yesterday. I think we need to talk about you playing favorites."

You try to laugh but instead a sob catches in your throat. Taking a deep breath, you try to steal yourself. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you spare a glance at the nearby hospital monitor, his heartbeat is almost perfectly normal.

"They say you should wake up any day now. I hope they are right. Because I really miss you. Because Johnny, you're my best friend and I can't do this without you anymore."

Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you raised his hand to your lips, causing the pulse oximeter to flip off his finger. But you paid it no mind.

"I love you, Johnny. I've said it before and I'll say it every waking moment if you just open your eyes for me. I want to see those pretty blue eyes when I wake up gazing at me like I've hung all the stars in the sky. I want you by my side every second for the rest our lives. You see the good and the bad, and you love all of me unconditionally. I want to marry you Johnny. Promise me? You'll wake up and you'll be mine. Because I'm already yours."

You bury your face in his shoulder, crying softly. Almost unaware of the squeeze on your hand. Faint, like a feather's touch. His chest bounces slightly with a muffled chuckle. You quickly sit up and glance down at the hazy blue eyes peering up at you.

You start crying again for a different reason. Your beloved is awake. You throw your arms around him as best you can, sqeezing him tightly despite his muffled protest.

"He woke up an hour ago. Your name was the first thing out of his mouth."

The gruff voice of your Captain called from where Price stood leaning against the door to the hospital room.

Johnny's horse voice pulled your attention back to him as he whispered your name. Your tears dripped onto his face before you bury your face in his shoulder. The usual scent of pine trees and cinnamon is gone, everything smelling faintly of the hospital's astringent scented air.

"My lovely girl, I had a question for you. But I think you were the one who just did the asking."

You blink, confused at Johnny's words pulling back to gaze down at him. Kyle's voice cuts in from by Price. No doubt Simon is nearby as well.

"Since Sudsy is on bedrest, consider us his arms and legs. He's been planning this for ages."

Kyle stepped forward, lightly tucking a small bluebell flower behind your ear. The same types that were Johnny's favorite flowers to leave for you on your desk or by your breakfast that he'd made for you. Price trailed behind, lowering himself to one knee with a small box nestled in his hands.

Your eyes widen as you realize what this is. Once glance at Johnny and his teary eyes confirm it as Simon helps him sit up in the suddenly small hospital bed.

"Yes."

The answer leaves your lips almost immediately. Tediously working your arms through wires, you find Johnny's embrace. You mind already shoots forward to planning. Simon would be the best man naturally. And Price would walk you down the aisle if you asked. Kyle had become a wedding officiant to marry his cousin. Maybe Kate could serve as your matron of honor. Johnny's fingers tangling in your hair pulls you back to the present before he whispered in your ear."

"I love you. For now and forever. My beautiful fiancee"

[starry707]

Day 7 - Crossover

An Electric Dreams (1984) x FNAF crossover on my AO3 or below the cut

A little embarrassing, but that's the point haha

A blog that I followed for DCA content started fixating on Electric Dreams (1984), so I watched it and became a simp got hooked too. I wanted to write a full story and tag them, but I think they fell out of it already? Oof... oh well

Anyways, cringetober by @icryink

A New Dream

Summary:

As an employee at Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex, you're no stranger to highly functioning AI that borderlines sentience. But what will happen when you you bring home an old computer from the 80s that longs for company and affection?

An Electric Dreams (1984) x FNAF Security Breach crossover because I apparently have a soft spot for silly sentient AI characters that cause chaos.

☆☆☆

Chapter 1

"Sorry, Vanessa. Help Wanted will need to wait for another couple paychecks..."

You get back to your apartment in the early morning after another graveyard shift at Fazbear Entertainment's Mega PizzaPlex. It was surprisingly uneventful. There were no major potential lawsuits that needed fixing, and the cleaning aspect of your job was largely overtaken by staff bots after the recent mass human-employee layoff. They only left the workforce with the bare minimum: an underqualified security guard that's seemingly always at the Plex, an elusive daytime technician, and a general staff member (you!). Probably so they have someone to pass the blame on in case something goes horribly wrong with the animatronics. Either way, there wasn't much for any of you to do nowadays. But, hey, at least the pay was good, and the quirky animatronics never fail to entertain you.

After a couple hours of sleep and some lunch, you decide to go into town before getting ready for tonight's shift. You had met the security guard, Vanessa, for the first time the other day during your rounds. Despite being new, she seemed invested in the company and its history, even suggesting (rather insistently) that you check out Fazbear's VR game. You saw there was a recently released flatmode version on PC, but Vanessa specified that it had to be VR for the best experience. So there you are, browsing around at a local GameStop for the game and a VR set.

As you're debating the hefty price tag on the headset, you notice a man walk in with a large box. A closer look as he passes by reveals an old, shattered pinecone computer. With a heavy thud on the counter, the man asks the employee if he could trade in the machine. You eavesdrop in as he explains.

"Inherited it from my parents. I have no idea why they kept it for so long. It was destroyed even before I was born. Whenever I asked, they just said it had 'sentimental value' to them." He stops for a sigh. "But dad shot down any offer to get it fixed for whatever reason. Almost sounded scared... or guilty..."

That definitely piques your interest. You discreetly examine the computer as the worker behind the counter takes it out and observes its state.

"Sorry, sir," the employee says flatly. "The serial number isn't legible from the damage it suffered." They put it back in the box on top of what you assume to be wires and accessories. "We can't accept it."

"I guess that's to be expected. Thank you anyways," the man picks the box up in defeat and heads towards the exit. "It was worth a shot for some extra cash before bringing it to the dump."

"Excuse me," you call out as you catch up to him before you could think about it. Something in you didn't want to imagine such a device ending up in a trash heap. Maybe all the time you've spent with the animatronics at work made you look at technology differently in ways other people normally wouldn't. "I couldn't help but overhear your situation. I'd be happy to take it off your hands if you're willing."

"You want this old piece of scrap?" he asks with raised brows.

"Yes, I'm something of a computer technician." You try to stifle the knowing grin tugging at your lips. If only he knew what you worked with. "It looks like an incredible model. I'd like to fix it up as a personal project. Of course, I'd be willing to pay you for it, too."

You make your totally not shady exchange in the parking lot. The man gives you the box after you send over the money. Safely tucking it into the seat of your car, you make your way back home, thinking about what parts you might need to repair the machine. Now you'll have something to look forward to during the days while you wait for your next shift.

[kayforpay]

Silly ass prompt. What's better than two weiners? FOUR WEINERS!

"So it's a quirk, then?" Shouta looks unimpressed, which is normal, but slightly more unimpressed than usual. Hizashi shifts, realizing that their couch really wasn't made for three people to sit on. "How long does it last? Are you split into... emotional states?"

Hizashi, the original one, shrugs. "No clue, honestly. And I think it's just... Copies? They don't seem to talk or anything, they just kind of, I don't know. They do that I think at them to do?" He looks to his left, at the other two of himself, who are staring blankly into space. Spooky. "I know it's really creepy, but I didn't want to just leave them outside somewhere."

Shouta is sitting in his armchair, legs crossed, and he looks at the clock. "You reported it already, didn't you? Even if it's a kid's quirk, they need to learn to control it to keep this from happening. It seems too strong to risk." It has been, by Hizashi's rough estimation, at least four hours since he got knocked over by a teenager and found himself multiplied. Apparently, the kid was in a support course with another school.

"I reported it right away! I was on patrol anyway, but now I can't go to the radio station. I don't want to freak anyone out." He shifts again, and the other two versions of himself scoot slightly down. "I'm lucky I had enough civilian clothes for all three of us, or it would have caused an even bigger scene."

About ten seconds pass in silence, and Hizashi starts to wonder if the other versions of himself even need to breathe before Shouta sighs and stands up. As he walks past the side of the couch Hizashi is sitting on, he pulls his hair out of the lazy bun he had it in when they got home, and stretches.

"I'm guessing you didn't take a shower? Your hair is crunchy." He's smiling, at least, so that's a bonus. "If they're gonna be around, I don't want them wearing your dirty clothes. Come on."

It takes Hizashi a moment to consider the offer, and then he's walking into the bathroom, followed by his clones, all of them leaving a trail of clothing as they go. Shouta is crouching by the heat dial, carefully adjusting the temperature in his boxers, and it's only then that Hizashi wonders why Shouta is joining him at all. He probably took a shower as soon as he got off patrol.

"Uh, babe, I can get myself clean, if you want? I don't want you to get weirded out. Or tired of my face." He chuckles, watching raptly as Shouta strips his boxers, and then delicately removes his prosthetic. Like always, Hizashi moves it out of the room, so the steam doesn't get to it.

Shouta sits on the stool. "If I was going to get sick of your face, I would have been sick years ago, Hizashi. Come here." He waves a hand, and Hizashi comes where he's beckoned, still flushed that Shouta was... Well, somewhat sweet, right?

Shockingly, Before Hizashi can sit on a washcloth between his legs, Shouta pulls him into a kiss, his hands spread over Hizashi's chest. His tongue presses against the corner of Hizashi's lips when he pulls back to speak.

"Sho, what're you doing?" He paused, letting Shouta shove his tongue into his mouth, and knelt on the cloth instead. "Not that I'm complaining, but--"

He waves at the copies, which he swore hadn't blinked since before they came into the bath.

The water was hot when it hit the back of his head, and he yelped. "I'm not wasting having tomorrow off just because you got hit with a quirk." His hands work through Hizashi's hair, melting the gel with practiced movements and the specialty shampoo Hizashi uses.

"Should I send them out?"

Shouta's eye narrows slightly. "They need a shower, too."

He can't really argue with that, even though he would be just as happy keeping them stood by the door until he has to go somewhere and keep track of them, so he just takes the showerhead to rinse his hair. Shouta's hands go back to his chest, massaging his skin and pulling at Hizashi's nipples with his thumbs.

Hair and soap stream down Hizashi's face, and he jumps when Shouta wraps a hand around his cock, stroking it lazily, and he jumps again when Shouta leans in to bite his ear. "Can they touch me, Zashi?" His breath is hot, even compared to the water.

It should be uncomfortable how easy it is to control the copies, to have them walk over and wrap their arms around Shouta. One kisses him, and the other slides under his arm to mouth at his chest, and Hizashi pushes his hair out of his face in time to see Shouta's cock twitch, to see him swallow back a moan at the hands on him.

Zashi kneels lower, until he can press his face into the dark hair around the base of Shouta's cock, and gets the copies to support him leaning back. The Hizashi at Shouta's chest trails sloppy kisses lower, and the one kissing him moves to nibble at his neck. Shouta breathes a little harder as he's pulled to lean against the Hizashi at his back, and digs his nails into that one's arm as the other two meet at his prick.

They lick around the shaft, red eyes half-lidded, and Zashi glances up at Shouta to meet his eye before pulling himself into a slow kiss. Shouta groans, and bucks his hips almost hard enough to fall off the stool when they go back to licking around his cock. The Hizashi behind him holds him up, settling into a seated position behind him, and spreads his legs wider.

Hizashi and Zashi crawl forward, one sucking his cock while the other takes advantage of the angle to drag his tongue over his hole. While Zashi's busy, Hizashi's own hard cock (who even knew they could do that?!) presses against his thigh, and he wraps a hand around it. If only the sensations were shared, Zashi thinks.

"Hey, Sho." He sits up, his mouth wet, and makes the Hizashi sucking Shouta off sit up. "Wanna see me suck my own dick?"

Shouta is silent, his eye so wide he seems nervous, and Zashi is about to apologize. "Yeah, but I'm probably gonna come." His lips curl into a frown, and the Hizashi behind him slides a hand down to stroke his cock.

Zashi closes his eyes as he takes the Hizashi into his mouth, humming softly. It's a little awkward, but no more than any other time he'd sucked someone off for Shouta to watch; honestly, this is the most excited Shouta has ever seemed to watch it. Usually it's more for Zashi than anything.

The Hizashi behind Shouta presses two fingers into Shouta, tentative, but Shouta is clearly somewhat prepared, because he just groans to do more. The Hizashi in front of Zashi himself tangles his hands into Zashi's hair, pulling his hair to move him. It's a little less fun than when someone is actually testing the amount he can take, actually being rough, but Shouta is squirming before long, his foot slipping against the slick tile as he tries to push against the fingers inside him and the hand around him.

Pulling back with a sharp gasp, Zashi has Hizashi slap the head of his cock against his tongue, and Shouta grunts, his jaw tense, as he comes, white spilling over the Hizashi's knuckles. Zashi moves in to kiss him, and Shouta whimpers, pulling him closer with sharp nails in his back.

"Fuck me. I w-- I want you in me. All of you." The flush on his face deepens, but he wraps his knee around Zashi's waist to drag him in anyway. "You look so good with your hair down."

Even without the compliment, Zashi's nodding, kissing Shouta again as he presses against the knuckles at the edge of his hole. "Can you take it, Sho?" Zashi isn't under any delusions that he's got a massive dick, but it also isn't like they really do a lot of stuff with Shouta taking anything bigger; the last time they had Sekijiro over, Zashi had been the one taking him, and Shouta had done his best to play into the fantasy, looking detached and giving directions.

"Yeah. Come on." He looks over Zashi's shoulder, and waves to the Hizashi standing behind him. "Bring him here?"

Shouta takes Hizashi's cock into his mouth as soon as he can, and Zashi presses into his hole with a groan, letting his head lean against the other Hizashi's shoulder once he's inside. Shouta is pretty well prepared, considering how little attention Zashi has been able to give to him, but he's still not going to rush into it. They rarely get days off together, anyway.

Hizashi starts to fuck Shouta's mouth, in the way he usually likes, short thrusts that force his throat open and make him struggle not to gag. Zashi grinds against him, watching as his flagging erection returns to fullness at the attention. The Hizashi behind Shouta pinches his nipple, and reaches to the wall nook with the other shower supplies. He grabs the lube, and reaches between Zashi and Shouta to pour some over Zashi's cock before he fucks back into him.

He pours more of the lube onto his own cock, and between them they lift Shouta almost completely to get his cock lined up. Shouta pulls off of Hizashi's cock with a gasp, and presses his face against Hizashi's thigh while the one behind him presses in. Zashi's hips twitch when they're both seated inside him, the pressure surprisingly good, and Shouta moans aloud, mouth pressing to the base of Hizashi's cock.

Despite his best attempts to muffle himself, Shouta's moans still leak out while Zashi moves, fucking him as slowly as he can stand to. He sucks little marks into Shouta's skin, and has the Hizashi behind him stroke his cock.

Surprisingly, the first one to come is the Hizashi over Shouta, who yanks his head back almost too hard to cum over his face, panting. Zashi marvels at how Shouta finds his o-face attractive while Shouta moans, shaking between him and the other Hizashi. His hole twitches, and Zashi speeds up, pushing Shouta's legs up to get between them more.

When Shouta lets his head hang limply against the other Hizashi's shoulder, Hizashi moves to lick the cum off his cheeks, moaning in Zashi's voice, and Shouta whimpers. His knees tighten, almost like he's trying to push Zashi away, and he jerks, hard enough for Zashi to slip out of him as he comes again, more cum dripping down his shaft and his voice echoing off the tiled walls.

Zashi doesn't give him a moment, pressing himself back in immediately while he kisses Hizashi. They move in tandem, for the most part, while Shouta's legs curl almost to his chest from the stimulation. He breathes little encouragements between kisses, telling Zashi to go faster, that he's doing well.

The Hizashi behind Shouta holds his legs up to his chest while Zashi moves, moaning softly each time he thrusts in. Shouta wraps a hand around the back of Zashi's neck, pulling him in to kiss him, and Zashi comes with an almost too-loud moan, hips jerking and thighs slipping against the Hizashi clone's legs.

The Hizashi behind Shouta lets his legs down, and Zashi realizes when he pulls back that the Hizashi must have also finished, from the mess spilling out of Shouta's hole. He doesn't move far, more concerned with kissing Shouta a little more than really examining how much cum is coming out of him (though he does consider it something worth thinking about later).

After a few minutes, and Zashi's knees starting to really ache from the tile, Shouta yells, thudding to the floor as smoke fills the small room. "What?!"

Zashi leans back and fans the smoke out of his eyes. "Oh. I guess that's how we get rid of them." The room feels weirdly empty, now, and he stumbles over himself picking Shouta up off the floor.

"You said a teen is the one who has this quirk?" Shouta asks, picking up the forgotten showerhead and rinsing the sweat off himself. "I guess we should probably report this, too."

Hizashi glues himself to Shouta's back, snuggling against his neck. "I don't know. Do we? It's a little awkward, isn't it?"

[skepticoyote]

Almost died, now what?

Last week (Saturday October 14) my partner and I flew to Toronto to spend a few days with his parents. They rented a nice AirBnB and we had a whole week of fun activities planned (mostly museums because we are boring people). We were really excited since neither of us have traveled since before Covid and it had been literally years since we had seen his family.

The morning of our trip I was feeling a little nauseous and threw up, but passed it off as travel nerves. Something you need to understand about me is that I have struggled with stomach issues for the better part of a decade. I will have these seemingly random bouts of extreme nausea and vomiting anywhere between 3 weeks and 3 months apart, usually lasting about 2 - 4 days. During these attacks I am usually unable to eat anything and can barely keep water down. Weed helps, but obviously it isn't ideal.

So, we caught our flight & landed in Toronto, met with my inlaws & settled in at the AirBnB. Around 3PM I started to feel kinda queasy so I took a quick nap, then we all went out to grab some dinner. As we walked around I started feeling worse and worse, until finally at around 7 I had to run to a restroom at goddamned Loblaws. Did the deed, cleaned myself up, went on my way, still feeling weak and gross. We picked up some Gravol and I headed to bed, hoping that by the next morning I would be back to normal.

Oh hell no.

What followed was nearly 30 hours of vomiting. I couldn't even keep water down and nothing I did helped. There were a couple of points where I was halfway asleep on the bathroom floor, just because I didn't want to keep getting out of bed. It was nice and cool, and close to the toilet.

Sometime the next day MIL - a retired nurse - insisted on taking me to the ER. Off I went to Toronto Western in a cab with my partner and my little metal barf-bowl. At this point I was so loopy that I can't even remember what time of day it was. Everything kinda runs together so I'm sorry if this confusing to read.

Triage saw me pretty much right away and immediately the nurse was concerned. I was grey, one of my eyelids was drooping, and I absolutely reeked of ketones.

Too tired to explain ketones, ketoacidosis or the Krebs cycle so click here if you need to: KETONES

They drew some blood and I waited for the results. I expected them to just hook me up to a banana bag, some strong antiemetics and send me on my way... nope. I was admitted and sent immediately to the ICU and diagnosed with metabolic acidosis. My blood was literally too acidic and was killing me.

The first night is a blur. I remember a CT scan and a shitload of bloodwork. Luckily they were able to get my ketones down, but they were still too high. For example, a healthy persons ketone levels should be lower than 0.5 mmol/L. At admission mine was at a 4.0, and later that night tested again at 8.0. That's 16 times the normal healthy level.

The doctors were baffled. Basically (lol pH humor), it was like I had the blood of a profoundly diabetic person... but my blood sugars were perfect. At one point they were asking if I might have ingested wood alcohol or antifreeze. They asked if someone may have spiked my drink. To quote the main doc, I did not look like my bloodwork. I had poison in my blood and no one knew why.

More bloodwork, more tests... at one point I had an IV in each arm. A second CT was done. They were looking for anything that could cause this and there was just nothing there. As far as the CTs show, all of my internal organs appear normal (although I have a teensy cyst in my liver apparently) and with persistant medicine over the course of 2 days they were able to get me eating and drinking again. My ketones eventually seemed to level off but they were still high EVEN THOUGH I WAS FEELING FINE. No clue what would cause my ketones to jump like that. It could have been caused by the vomiting, but nowhere near that high... and even then, we still don't know what's causing the vomiting. They discharged me late Thursday night with strict instructions to speak with my family doctor when I flew home on Friday to immediately get my blood drawn again to monitor my ketone levels. They sent me home with a packet of paperwork... all my test results, all the comments and notes from the medical team at Toronto Western.

I won't get into the frustrations of Friday... we had to fly home at 6:00am after being discharged at 11:00pm the night before, and then begin the torturous process of getting my bloodwork done at home. It was a headache and wound up taking another 9 hours of waiting between the two hospitals in my city. Finally, late on Friday I was able to get my blood drawn and my results... my ketones were still way, way too high at 4.0. Again. For no reason. And yet another team of doctors left baffled by my issues.

The doctors at the Regional told me that I am to come straight back to the ER if I have even a hint of nausea or dizzyness. If I don't, I could just... die, I guess? I'm going to need to have biweekly bloodwork to monitor my ketone levels until they figure out what is causing this. I've also go an emergency referral to an endocrinologist and internal medicine doctor here in town.

Since I've been home I haven't been sick at all, although I'm still weak from the whole thing. There was a 50% chance I could have died that night at the hospital, and it was very likely that if I hadn't gone to Western when I did, I would have been dead the next morning. It was honestly a miracle that I didn't end up on dialysis.

So I've been taking it easy, forcing myself to eat every few hours to try and keep my ketones low. And it's been hard. Wednesday I have an appointment with my family doctor and to say that I'm nervous is an understatement. I'm terrified that he's going to play this off as nothing, or that I'm looking for drugs... because that's what he does. He doesn't listen. But I have my goddamn novel of test results and doctors' notes from Toronto AND the Regional here in town, and I'm ready to slap him with it if I need to. I need him to get me in to a GI doc ASAP, and not one who just tells me to stop smoking weed or test me for parasites. I'm not shitting in any more buckets, I swear to fuck.

Anyway. That's where I'm at. I'm not dead but I almost was and it really sucked and I don't recommend getting metabolic acidosis.

[broken-clover]

Remember your BB food court AU. Heres idea regarding Azrael.

He was former food critic a very popular one. So one time he when reviewing NOL food, he left particularly bad. Soooooo as revenge he was left frozen in one of NOL Freezer. Years later said building is used by sector seven.

Interesting! I know him being in the freezer and coming out unhinged was already a concept, but I think that could be a fun way of explaining how the hell he got there in the first place. Kokonoe just never bothered to check the old freezers when she set up Sector Seven Subs (that's Tager's job, much like just about everything else) so it simply isn't her business. It's been long enough that nobody can tell if his habits of fighting everyone at Kagutsuchi Mall and living in the parking lot in a tent is caused by some sort of freeze-induced brain damage (nobody knows how he's even still alive in the first place) but some are convinced he was always that batshit crazy

Also, as long as we're here, I'll throw in some more grab-bag stuff for fun!

-Taokaka is technically one of the few employees at Bloodedge Barbecue alongside Ragna. Keyword being technically. She lives entirely on her own schedule and thus can't keep the work schedules she's assigned, and kinda just shows up whenever she wants. She and Ragna have a bizarre work friendship where even though she's been fired for missing shifts several times, she still shows up apparently for fun, and she's a half-decent line cook who's trustworthy enough to not sell his recipes to the NOL, so whenever she bothers to pop in he just lets her work the grill for a few hours. She gets paid in kitchen leftovers and cat treats because the first time he tried giving her a check, she ate it. She spends most of her time at the pet store, playing with the cat toys until the owner throws her out for loitering

-Rachel is an old-money rich girl who doesn't come to the mall to buy anything or get any food (she claims she's too good for all the 'peasant trinkets and slop') she just comes to walk around and show off all her expensive elaborate gothic lolita outfits. She puts on a snobby air but keeps getting into shouting matches with Amane and gets in trouble with security since she keeps bringing her pet cat to the mall

-Celica and Minerva are a pair of cosplayer girlfriends who usually come in for boba tea and whatever cute anime accessories they can find. At least, everyone's pretty sure it's cosplay? Minerva has a pretty realistic robot suit, but nobody can tell who the character is supposed to be, maybe it's an oc? Is this like a fursuit thing? Nobody can really say. They're nice, though, always friendly, always clean up their trash, so it's hard to mind

-beastkin and werewolves and all that still exist here, just nobody really cares. Despite that everyone is convinced Taokaka and her siblings Tora and Chacha (as well as their numerous baby siblings) are just normal girls who wear cat accessories and hoodies as some sort of fashion subculture. Ragna is pretty sure they're real, but he knows nobody would believe him

[amadnessofwords]

i'm pretty sure after therapy yesterday that my boyfriend dosen't actually like me for who i am, i'm pretty sure that he dosen't actually know what love is and that 1. what his parents and what their social circle thinks is the most important to him and 2. that he only liked me for the potential that he and his parents though i had and how they could try to change me to fit in more with them. now that they see that they can't change me (im 32 for crying out loud, not a child you can change) there starting to show a lot of indifference and coldness towards me. all of them.

also apparently his parents refuse to acknowledge me as the adult i am which is why they keep talking down to me like im a unruly child. like it dosen't matter if you see me as a adult or not i'm 32 i need to be treated as one. there excuse is they haven't seen me act like an adult

ummm excuse me, one i'm disabled so things are going to look different for me then for a normal person but i really watch my heath, i know my limits. i don't drink because i'm on meds. i pay my rent and groceries. cook and clean. and yeah i don't work because of my MS but someone living with disabilities is going to look a LOT different then the general public. i might need more help with certain things like getting to places or going grocery shopping because i can't drive and i have extreme fatigue. it dosen't make me any less of a adult.

his parents are very ableist

apparently there are also very upset that i don't stay at there social gatherings for longer then 2/3 hours because i run out of energy after that. like can you imagine being so... i don't even know the work for it.

but like imagine being so upset at someone for not staying from like 4pm to close to midnight because they get to tired and not understanding that everyone has diffrent social batteries. I leave quietly I don't cause a problem i excuse myself by saying i'm getting tired i think i should go and say goodbye to everyone. if i'm at boyfriends house i just head upstairs to sit in a quite room and decompress since i have a low social battery on top of my fatigue. if i'm at one of their friends houses boyfriend has to take me back home but i always tell him he should go back after if he wants.

they think i'm holding him back on everything including being normal

they think because of my fatigue and low social battery i'm going to ruin his ability to be social. most of the time all they do is drink and talk.

also 2/3 hours is a lot of time to be spending with other people especially since i'm only there for my boyfriend and i actually don't like these people. like i have nothing in common with them so i end up just sitting there quietly, eat my food sit there for a little longer and then leave.

can i mention that these social things happen every week, sometime it's more then once a week and the people who are at these thing are over so often it's not like they don't see them ever.

esample they host something Saturday night the same people might be over Tuesday again and then they might see them again on the weekend. they are always around.

I'm starting to think that they they ONLY care about these friends and being social and if you don't fit in then you need to go. your in the wrong.

Back on the forth of July i had some really bad MS issues before the fireworks and instead of asking what was wrong, and letting me handle it. i just needed to find a quite place to sit, they told my boyfriends to leave me alone, me to suck it up, and told him to go be social and say hi to people. like WHAT THE HELL. it wasn't a little MS problem either i had warn myself out so much that once i got hit with the loud nose my muscles had clamped up so i wasn't walking well, and i was have tremors in my hands.

i'm starting to think these people only care about their image and nothing else. they don't know what true friendship is or what love actually is. or even how to care for a person or have empathy for that a person who's having problems.

it's suck it up, deal with it and be as normal as you can to 'fit in'

i'm never fit in society. i don't really car what people think. i learned a long time ago it dosen't matter, like that random person you talked to for two seconds isn't going to remember you tomorrow, if you were acting a little odd there probably going to be like hmm that was a wired encounter and go on with there day. the people who do stick around are the once who accept you no matter who flaws and all. you can be as strange around them as you want because they don't care they like you for you. they met you wired they accept that your wired.

anyways i'm starting to realize i hate his parents

i've kinda had enough, it's so bad for my MS the stress and so bad for me mentally.

i also guarantee once i get so bad that i need more help because lets be honest that's what happens with MS it's progressive. i'm going to be thrown aside so he can find someone normal. i'm only here for as long as i'm mostly okay because it would mess his life up to much.

i'm expendable and replaceable

i though i might have seen a future at the start of the relationship but i don't see anything right now, i just see a lot more stress and hatred from his parents and indifference from him

i'm really considering ending things and just staying single from now on, i'll just focus on keeping up my MS, and trying to travel before i get to bad if i stay i'm afraid i'm just going t get worse quicker and then i'll be thrown aside anyway. which means i'll be worse off and alone.

[theglitchywriterboi]

My brothers being such a dick...

He apparently asked my brother to unlock the door so his friend can come in & wake him up - a normal think that happens. But either my brother didn't unlock it or someone locked it w/o knowing [it wasn't me cause at the time he said he asked our brother to unlock it I was in my room trying to sleep. I did come out a bit after that but I didn't touch the door]. & he called me & was like "Did you lock the door ??? Cause [friend] was out there knocking for over an hour" then I said no cause ya know... I didn't.

So then he starts ranting cause he wanted to assess what needs to be done [we have an inspection on the 23rd] & he can't cause our mothers stuff is everywhere. He ends the call saying "we're gonna fail I hope you know that"

As if us failing is MY fault ? Like I'll be honest, I'm not the cleanest person, so some of the mess is fully on me. But also, I'M the one who tried to get us to all clean the whole house almost a MONTH ago so by now all we'd have to do is do weekly/every other day check ins to make sure it it stayed nice. You know what he, the one who constantly complains that my little brother & I never take initiative, did ? NOTHING. He didn't respond & basically ignored my suggestion.

He's ALSO the one who threw a fit at the prospect of our other brother & his GF coming & helping us clean. Like yeah we haven't seen that brother in ages, but it's almost like we need the help more than being potentially stolen from [he thinks that cause apparently the GF was very eager to help cause she loves cleaning].

Like he's the one who fucking waited until basically the last minute. Ik I haven't done anything yet, so blame is also on me, but I TRIED to organize & they both ignored me

[what-if-nct]

hi hi today's reminder is… heavy. i think I might be heading very towards burnout but I don't think there's anything I can take off my plate. when my mom got sick, my manager kind of took me off work for a bit but now it's picking back up because, yknow, it's a job and I'm glad they were considerate enough to basically give me three months off, but I can't expect that forever. and so work is a lot and both my teammates are out of town so it falls on me but I can't complain about it being unfair because they did all my work while I was running around hospitals with my mom. and the second i come back home, I'm on nurse duty because we're all exhausted and cancer is awful even on the good days. it's physically exhausting to help her with everything: she can't get stuff for herself, she gets tired eating most days so I have to feed her, i have to support her whenever she walks or even sits up, i have to cook and clean and help her change and give her messages every night because everything hurts, i have to keep track of meds and symptoms and chemo doses and who do I have to cover for today because everyone's exhausted but all of this needs to be done. and again: i can't complain. she's going through something unimaginably difficult. i have to hold her when she cries even though I'm barely hanging in there emotionally. i can't go out on weekends because then I'm "out" working on weekdays and that apparently is time off. I've taken to lying to my family and telling them I'm at work and going to my boyfriend's once a week just to have some time where I'm wanted, not needed. a couple weeks ago we were cuddling and he told me he was proud of how I'm dealing with all this and i cried for about fifteen minutes straight. today he made me lunch and he bought me cheesecake and we watched an old movie together and I had such a nice day until the second i stepped on the train to go home and it hit me how much I dreaded the thought of being at home. every night I stay up til like 3 because if I don't get those few hours of alone time, i don't think I can make it through this, even if I still have to wake up early and go to work on four hours of sleep.

and. i knew this would be difficult. i knew this was never going to be easy. but I'm just so drained and I'm having to dig so deep to find my empathy and i feel like a horrible person. i just want to get away from it all, and i know how selfish that would be, but I just want to go away and not be needed for a few days. to just be taken care of, for more than a few hours once a week.

Honey, When I say I know where you're coming from. I completely know where you're coming from. And I want to tell you that it is amazing that you do everything you do. It isn't easy, it's quite possibly the most difficult moment of your life. And I'm happy you do get those hours of solace you need to recooperate, cause it's so important. And I understand it's a time in your life where it's how much bending is it going to take before you break. Because you are only human and you should not feel bad about wanting to get away from it all to have time just for yourself. It's a normal feeling.

When taking care of others you put yourself on the back burner but your own responsibilities just catch up and your burning the candle at both ends and it's overwhelming. You're not selfish. You're human. I know I share my own experiences a lot but it's just my way of relating so I'll keep it short. So about five years ago my aunt had her legs amputatated and because im the only woman in the house and I'm the youngest it fell on my shoulders to take care of her. She only has a son. Only I can bathe and change her. I couldn't leave the house except after she slept and right now i can only get a couple of hours out of a day to do what i need.

But in the beginning I had to do everything on top of cleaning the house and laundry and cooking. I was only used to cleaning after myself, I can barely feed myself. I had no time to do anything for myself. It got to the point I would do anything and everything to get away from the house, things I'm not proud of but it was still better than being home and I lied so much. I hated my life so much I had no time for myself I grew to never want children cause after she goes to a facility I'm not taking care of anyone but myself. And now that I'm 30 I do genuinely feel like I wasted my 20s taking care of her. Now, it's not as bad I have more free time but I know the beginning is so hard, it's really hard.

I want you to know you are not alone in what you're feeling, you're not selfish for wanting to get away. And I can't really provide any solutions at this time, when I figure it out I'll tell you. But I can say that you are strong, so loving because it takes a lot of love to do what you're doing. And it may not seem like it but eventually things will get better. You're mom will beat this and be strong and healthy and you both will be able to live life to the fullest together. But in the meantime be kind to yourself, give yourself the grace of being human, take advantage of all the free time and love and care you can with your boyfriend and don't feel guilty about it. It's something you need. And I send you the biggest hug ever. It will get better okay. Trust me it will. I send you so much love, support and encouragement 🌸🩷🩷🌸🌸🩷🩷🌸