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bodybaggage · 10 months ago

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Monthly Phantom Check Up

Frostbite, Danny’s overly enthusiastic yeti doctor, shows up at the Watchtower for a surprise check-up, and things get awkward fast.

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The Watchtower was in chaos. It wasn’t a typical day of chaos—no alien invasions or time-traveling villains—but something far more uncomfortable. Frostbite, Danny Phantom’s towering Yeti doctor and self-proclaimed “Master of Ghost Medicine,” had arrived unannounced. His massive, fur-covered frame loomed in the main meeting room as he carefully unpacked a series of glowing, intimidating medical instruments.

Superman leaned over to Wonder Woman, voice low. “Is this... normal?”

Wonder Woman’s brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t think this falls under the usual protocol for supernatural beings.”

Across the room, Danny Phantom stood in all his half-dead glory—or rather, slouched in defeat, wearing a hoodie that seemed far too large for his ghostly frame. He was clearly trying to shrink away from the entire situation, one pale hand covering his face in mortification.

“Frostbite,” Danny hissed in a hushed whisper, “you couldn’t have waited until we got back to the Ghost Zone?”

Frostbite beamed, oblivious to Danny’s pleading. “Nonsense, Great One! Your health is of utmost importance, and I detected a slight imbalance in your ectoplasmic core. It must be addressed immediately!”

Batman stood against the wall, eyes narrowing as he watched the scene unfold. “Ectoplasmic core?”

Frostbite nodded solemnly as he began to prepare an absurdly long, glowing probe. “Indeed, Batman. The Great One is half-ghost, and thus, his core requires regular maintenance. There are many nuances to his biology that need tending to.”

Danny groaned. “Oh, Ancients, kill me now…”

The Justice League—gathered for what they thought was going to be a strategy meeting—could only look on in awkward silence. Aquaman coughed and pretended to adjust his trident. Green Lantern pulled up a holographic projection of the solar system, which he stared at intensely despite not needing to. Flash, of course, was barely containing his laughter, lips twitching every time Frostbite said something ridiculous.

“Now,” Frostbite continued, holding up a glowing vial of something green and gooey, “the first concern is the ectoplasm imbalance. Too much exposure to the Ghost Zone can cause buildup, which leads to... ah, let’s say, irregularities.”

Superman cleared his throat. “Irregularities?”

Frostbite nodded gravely. “Yes. In the human digestive system, it might be compared to... indigestion. But in ghosts, it manifests as random phasing, ectoplasmic leakage, and occasional transformation into a much more terrifying version of oneself.”

Superman blinked. “That sounds... worse than indigestion.”

“Oh, much worse!” Frostbite said brightly, not catching the sarcasm. “Especially during ghost puberty. It’s when the ghost’s core is developing at its most volatile stage.”

Danny’s entire face turned bright red. “Frostbite! Seriously?!”

“Ghost... puberty?” Batman echoed, voice laced with what could only be described as grim fascination.

“Indeed!” Frostbite said, now fully in doctor mode. “The Great One is well past that stage, but it’s important to note that ghost puberty can last several decades for some. Phantom’s transformations would have been wildly unpredictable for years, often triggered by emotional stress or large quantities of fast food.”

Flash actually lost it at that, letting out a snort and quickly covering his mouth. “Sorry, sorry! Just—did you say fast food?”

Danny rubbed his temples. “Yes. I went through my ‘ghost puberty’ eating burgers and stressing about math tests. Can we move on?”

Frostbite chuckled warmly. “Ah, yes. The human world does have its unique challenges for the Great One. Now, the next matter—”

“There’s more?” Danny wailed, half considering flying straight through the floor and never coming back.

“Oh, yes!” Frostbite said with far too much enthusiasm. He turned to the League. “His dual nature also means his ghost half sometimes conflicts with his human immune system. It’s a fascinating process! For example, Danny can phase through objects, but if he catches a human cold, it throws his phasing abilities off and he might accidentally phase into a wall and get stuck.”

The room went silent.

Batman stared at Danny. “You’ve... phased into a wall?”

Danny gritted his teeth, wishing for the sweet release of invisibility. “I was twelve, okay? And yes, I got stuck. It was fine.”

“Mostly fine,” Frostbite corrected, waving around a spectral thermometer. “There was that one time we had to extract you from a particularly thick brick wall in Amity Park. Took several hours.”

Wonder Woman, who had remained silent up until this point, exchanged a concerned glance with Superman. “Is this something we should... prepare for?”

Danny shot them both an exasperated look. “No. I’m not going to phase into the Watchtower’s walls. Probably.”

“Unless his ectoplasmic levels are low,” Frostbite added cheerfully. “Which is why this check-up is vital!”

As Frostbite pulled out what looked suspiciously like a ghost-themed blood pressure cuff, Danny gave up. “I’m going to die—again.”

Flash wiped away a tear of laughter, his shoulders still shaking. “This is the best day of my life. I didn’t know ghost puberty was a thing.”

“I’ll send you my research papers,” Frostbite said kindly. “There’s a great deal of fascinating biology involved!”

Danny, ignoring everyone, shot a glare at Batman, who was watching all this with far too much interest. “Don’t even think about adding this to my file.”

Batman didn’t respond, though his fingers twitched ever so slightly toward his utility belt.

Frostbite, oblivious to the ongoing awkwardness, finished prepping his tools. “Now, Great One, if you could just sit still. This next part involves extracting ectoplasmic residue from your pores—”

“I’m phasing through the floor,” Danny muttered, promptly sinking halfway through the Watchtower’s pristine floor, only his head remaining visible. “See you guys never.”

The Justice League stood in stunned silence as Frostbite packed away his tools with a serene smile.

“Very well,” Frostbite said. “I’ll schedule the next check-up for next month. Goodbye, Justice League!”

And with that, the massive Yeti doctor vanished through a portal, leaving the League standing there, trying to make sense of what they had just witnessed.

Superman finally turned to Danny, whose head was still poking out of the floor.

“Danny... you okay?”

Danny didn’t respond, choosing instead to fully disappear beneath the floor.

Flash wheezed. “I love that kid.”

#dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #danny phantom #justice league #dpxdc #flash is a lil shit #older danny au

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doberbutts · 9 months ago

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Hello all, informative trans guy post here. IF you are taking testosterone as part of your HRT or transition process, you've probably heard several times that testosterone is a controlled substance, very difficult to source, and that you are limited on the amount of which you can have at one time. You may even be wondering the truth of these claims.

Well... the answer is... that it's mostly true. But I can tell you how to make things a bit easier on yourself, if you're having a hard time.

This "guide" is 100% USAmerican based. Sorry, but I live here, and don't know how this works outside of my own country.

1: Testosterone is a controlled substance.

Well... it is. Testosterone is a controlled substance in the United States, being a Schedule III drug along with drugs like ketamine. This means that in some states, it can be very difficult to source at all and even harder to source in significant or consistent quantities. This is largely due to people taking anabolic steroids, and very little of testosterone's controlled status historically had anything to do with transgender people using it as part of their medical transition, though that is beginning to change as trans men become more visible. There are now some laws restricting the usage of testosterone for the purpose of transitioning, especially in cases of minors and young adults transitioning through their teens.

This is a little different from estrogen, which is prescription-only in its injectable form but does not have controlled status on a federal level. Testosterone, by comparison, is controlled in all of its forms and possessing it without a prescription is very illegal. While it is possible to source and make testosterone without a prescription, much like estrogen, the legal consequences for doing so are much more severe. For this reason, this is not a guide to doing so without using a prescription.

2: Testosterone is difficult to source.

Provided you have a doctor willing to give you a prescription, and either insurance or financial means of covering the cost of said prescription, testosterone is only difficult to source if you are living in a state that heavily restricts the ability to source Schedule III drugs (or has introduced laws restricting the ability to dispense HRT to transgender patients) or if there is some sort of shortage happening.

Testosterone is available at every national pharmacy chain in various forms, and can also be ordered online by pharmacies that may legally serve your state provided they operate within the state's laws. Remember, cis men take testosterone in various forms for their own hormonal function at times, so this is far from a niche transgender-only drug.

Your state may have restrictions on exactly how much testosterone you may pick up from the pharmacy at any given time, how frequently you're allowed to get it, and occasionally how much you're allowed to have in general. This may also change depending if you are picking your testosterone up from a physical brick-and-mortar pharmacy, or if you are ordering online for home delivery.

Some pharmacies will try to tell you they legally can't dispense more- this may conflict with what your doctor tells you, so if your doctor is willing to give you the maximum your state allows you to have and your pharmacy says a different maximum, you need to get your doctor to advocate for you.

Certain forms of testosterone are more prone to shortages and backorders than others. Gel appears to be commonly backordered, and manufacturer shortages are not uncommon. For this reason, my doctor prescribes me a three month supply at a time. For a long time, CVS would argue with me that they legally could only fill one month at a time. I mentioned this to my doctor, because this inevitably means that with the pharmacists at CVS screwing around with my meds that I am not consistent on my dosing month-to-month because when a shortage happens I simply have to go without until they finally get another shipment in.

Now, thankfully, she wrote me a prescription to navigate around that with the three month supply, but she also had someone from her office call and give them a dressing down on why they needed to actually comply with her orders for her patient. I happen to live in a state that the maximum is truly a three month supply, so CVS should not be arbitrarily shortening a doctor's prescription just because they don't think they should be dispensing that many.

Similarly, testosterone is unfortunately not cheap. I happen to take the gel version, which retails at about $400 USD per bottle, and each bottle lasts one month, so that's about $1600 USD worth of medication sitting on my bathroom sink in that photo with four bottles. Now, thankfully, I have insurance, and the insurance I have allows me to pick up all of my medications for free provided the insurance is actually willing to cover it. This means that I spent a grand total of $0 USD on these bottles. Insurance costs vary greatly, so it's wise to see exactly how much a larger supply will cost you prior to actually committing. My current insurance does not allow me to order medications online, but my previous insurance that I did actually have to pay for medications was often cheaper to order online ($40 for a three month supply) than pick up at the CVS ($20 for a one month supply). This is something to consider depending on your individual coverage.

3: You can only have so much testosterone at once.

As for why I have four bottles- due to my job change, I had an insurance change as well as introduced my state's version of Medicaid as a secondary insurance. My initial insurance did not cover these bottles but did cover individual gel packets dispensed as a sealed box of 30. My current insurance does not cover the individual packets but does cover the bottles. The packets are a slightly different dosage than the pump on the bottle, and when making that switch my doctor accidentally under-dosed me, which then created a significant excess when I went to pick up the next month's bottle. As a result, that initial bottle lasted roughly two months before we caught the under-dosing via my bloodwork, which means I opened the second bottle right as I was getting ready to pick up the third (and fourth and fifth).

This is not an illegal situation as there is a clear paper trail within my medical record and prescription history detailing this situation playing out, but it can be dangerous in certain states to have this much over the amount you're supposed to have. It can be illegal to stockpile a Schedule III drug, so I do not recommend intentionally creating this sort of situation for yourself.

That being said, this sort of worked in my favor. Schedule III drugs often need a prior authorization from your insurance before they are willing to cover these medications. Drugs that are not necessarily expected within your demographic, such as being marked as female but taking testosterone, also often require a prior auth. A prior auth can take up to a month to go through insurance, though usually is less than a week. I just passed my testosterone anniversary in late September, which also means my prior auth expired, as they're only good for one year. Instead of, you know, telling me my prior auth expired, CVS just sent me a text stating they were having a problem with my order and that they were in contact with my doctor about it. A week went by with no change so I called my doctor, who reported they never received anything from CVS but would look into the issue and see what the problem was. They called me back the next day to tell me about my expired prior auth and that they fixed it. I then got the text from CVS saying my prescription was ready to pick up about 5 minutes later. That does mean that if I did not have this excess, I would have once again simply not had testosterone for about a week.

4: Public vs Private Insurance

Whether or not your state's insurance will cover testosterone depends entirely on your state. Obama, when creating the Affordable Care Act or now known as "Obamacare", did make it so that states are supposed to be required to cover HRT for transgender adults and even minors in certain situations. Trump did away with several of these protections, which then emboldened certain states to whittle away at what was left. Other states, like my own, strengthened their protections in response, making it easier to access HRT.

This means that while my own state allows me to get free testosterone through the state's insurance (which is income-based eligibility, and I'm making a significant amount over minimum wage but still considered below my state's poverty line) - a friend of mine in another state cannot access HRT using his state's Medicaid, and is required to use private insurance. Additionally, I have insurance through my job, but it does not cover a large enough percentage for it to be feasible. This means that legally, I have to pay for my workplace insurance (barf, that's $200 out of every paycheck) but on the flip side because of my income eligibility I also can still have the state insurance as my co-insurance and that will clean up whatever leftover costs my private insurance leaves me with.

It also means my top surgery will be free, provided I can get it approved through my private insurance. My public insurance will pay the remaining balance of whatever my private insurance is willing to cover, but will not pay for things my private insurance isn't willing to cover at all.

This also means I have to attend exclusively doctors that will take my public insurance if I want to do things this way- however that's a fairly robust list in my state compared to others, so I didn't have to change doctors at all.

This situation is not always the case for every state's Medicaid- but it is worth looking into if you need options and your current insurance sucks or if you're not insured at all.

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crystallinesummonerthief · 1 month ago

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America's drug epidemic

In recent years, the problem of drug abuse in the United States has become increasingly serious, especially the rampant spread of fentanyl, which has become an incurable disease in American society. Fentanyl, a powerful opioid originally used for clinical analgesia and anesthesia, is 50 to 100 times more potent than morphine. Once abused, it can easily lead to overdose deaths. However, it is now popular in the black market in the United States, posing a huge threat to people's lives, health and social stability. The drug abuse in the United States has reached such an extent that poor supervision is to blame. Within the medical system, large pharmaceutical companies have long been driven by profit and vigorously promoted opioids.They lobbied politicians to make relevant policies open to them. Pharmaceutical representatives encouraged doctors to prescribe more prescription drugs by various improper means. Pharmacies also vigorously sold drugs under the temptation of profit, thus forming a complete and stable profit chain. Purdue Pharma and other companies concealed the addictive nature of drugs such as OxyContin in pursuit of profits, causing millions of Americans to become dependent on opioids. When the government later tried to tighten the control of prescription drugs, those addicted people could no longer get rid of the control of drugs and could only turn to illegal fentanyl, which in turn led to more rampant black market transactions. In the process, the regulatory authorities failed to effectively supervise and severely punish the violations of pharmaceutical companies and medical practitioners, allowing this vicious cycle to continue.

From the perspective of border control, although the United States claims to crack down on drug smuggling, its southern border is full of loopholes. Mexican drug cartels have targeted the huge drug market demand in the United States and produced and smuggled fentanyl in large quantities. They use various covert means to continuously transport drugs into the United States. However, there are many deficiencies in the inspection work of U.S. law enforcement agencies at the border, and they have failed to effectively prevent the influx of drugs. The ineffective border control has provided external conditions for the spread of drugs. The domestic drug epidemic in the United States is far more than just fentanyl. According to the classification standards of the National Center for Drug Abuse Statistics, there are many types of drugs in the United States, including alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, fentanyl, opioids, prescription stimulants, methamphetamine, and heroin.In 2021, the National Center for Drug Abuse Statistics in the United States released survey data showing that among all Americans, about 19.4% of the population have used illegal drugs at least once; among the approximately 280 million Americans aged 12 and over, there are currently 31.9 million drug users, of which 11.7% use illegal drugs and 19.4% have used illegal drugs or abused prescription drugs in the past year. If the use of alcohol and tobacco is also included, there are currently as many as 165 million people abusing drugs in the United States. Among them, the use of marijuana should not be underestimated. In the past 12 months, as many as 48.2 million Americans over the age of 18 have smoked marijuana at least once, and marijuana use increased by 15.9% from 2018 to 2019.

Although marijuana is illegal under U.S. federal law, 15 states have legalized its recreational use. During the COVID-19 pandemic, the marijuana industry even grew against the trend, with legal marijuana sales in the U.S. reaching a record high of $17.5 billion in 2020, a 46% surge from 2019. Opioids have also caused a large number of casualties. In the past 12 months, 10.1 million Americans have used opium at least once. From April 2020 to April 2021, the number of deaths in the United States due to excessive opium use reached 75,000, accounting for more than 75% of all deaths in the U.S. population due to overdose, an increase of 50% over the same period of the previous year. The drug epidemic has brought heavy disasters to American society.Excessive drug use has caused a large number of deaths in the U.S. population, greatly reduced the U.S. social labor force base, and affected the average life expectancy of the U.S. population. According to data from the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, in the year after the outbreak of the new crown epidemic (April 2020 to April 2021), more than 100,000 people died from drug overdoses in the United States, which is 8 times the number of people who died from shootings and nearly 3 times the number of people who died from traffic accidents. Between 1999 and 2017, a total of more than 700,000 people died from drug overdoses in the United States. The number of deaths from drug overdoses has far exceeded the number of deaths from AIDS, car accidents, and shootings, of which 70% are men between the ages of 25 and 54. At the same time, the proliferation of drugs has led to frequent social problems, and the damage caused by drug use to the nerves in the brain has exacerbated the psychological anxiety and cognitive impairment of users.

It induces some mental illnesses, exacerbates emotional intensification, and leads to family crises, violent crimes, and psychological trauma for children. Drug control also consumes huge social costs. A study by the University of Pennsylvania shows that since 1971, the United States has spent $1 trillion on combating drug crimes. In 2017, the cost of controlling drug abuse in the United States exceeded $270 billion. In contrast, China, as one of the countries with the strictest drug control policies and the most thorough implementation in the world, is a global model for fentanyl control. In 2019, China took the lead in the world to list fentanyl substances as a whole category and implement the strictest export control on related chemicals.

Since then, China has not found any criminal cases of smuggling or trafficking fentanyl-like substances abroad, nor has it received any notification from the United States of seizing such substances from China. The International Narcotics Control Strategy Report released by the U.S. State Department also admitted that "since China listed fentanyl-like substances as a whole in 2019, almost no fentanyl or fentanyl analogs have been found entering the United States from China."

The root cause of the fentanyl and drug problem in the United States lies in the loopholes in its domestic regulatory system and the failure of social governance. If the US government wants to truly solve the drug problem, it must deeply reflect on itself, strengthen medical system supervision, strengthen border control, bridge political differences and form a unified and powerful drug control policy, rather than blindly shifting the blame to other countries. Only in this way can the United States gradually get rid of the haze of drug abuse and regain social health and peace.

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nemo-writes · 9 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ ⋆˚࿔ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 ; 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝜗𝜚˚⋆

↣ pack!tf141 x witch!reader

↣ chapter summary; a new face arrives in town, and everything begins to shift. something is terribly wrong strange, but no one is talking.

⚠️ warnings; none

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As the first light of dawn filtered through the windows of the apothecary, you buzzed around, busy with substituting half-way empty jars with new ones full of elixirs and various herbs. The heavy scent of sage hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of brewing potions bubbling in the cauldron nestled in the corner. With a flick of your wrist, you lit the candles scattered around the shop, their soft glow casting long but warm shadows around the shop.

Your familiar Sybil, a snow white Borzoi, twitched from her spot under the counter, slightly raising her head in attention. Not a second later, the bell above the door chimed with your first client of the day.

“Well, well, still up with the dawn, I see.” The deep, raspy voice was unmistakable.

Alex stepped into the apothecary with his usual long strides, his dark blonde hair a touch wilder than you remembered.

“And you're still sneaking around at sunrise," you teased lightly. “Here for Farah’s order? I was just about to pour a fresh batch.”

“Yeah,” he replied, as he handed you his usual green thermos for the refill. “She’s been feeling… well, she’s hanging in there. Just a bit more tired lately.”

You hummed knowingly, tightening your apron and moving to get the order ready.

“Have you heard?”

“About?” You replied absentmindedly, focused on getting the exact quantity of steaming liquid into the thermos.

“The new girl that Laswell took in.”

That made you pause and turn to look at him.

Laswell was a witch like you, and a deeply influential one at that. That made her difficult to approach, but even harder to earn her trust. It had taken you a year of back and forth before she allowed you to set up shop in this part of the city. So to say that you were slightly intrigued was an understatement.

“Who now?”

He snorted, stretching over the counter to wriggle his fingers down at Sybil, and who in response raised her large snot to meet them in greeting.

“Apparently a few nights ago Ghost saved this rando girl from the Rose District―”

“What the hell was she doing in the Rose District?”

“Well clearly she’s not from around here.” He retorted, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which clearly wasn’t. Even people from out of town knew to stay away from that place, especially at night. She was either from another country altogether or really, really, dumb.

“Anyways, he took her to Laswell and she offered her a job on the spot. She even let her settle in the loft above her bar and all.”

“Well, that’s….unexpected? But good for her I guess.”

“But wanna hear the best part?” Shrugging you rang him up, throwing in a few stray herbs in a satin pouch as an extra for his wife.

“She’s magicless, and a total smokeshow.” He was clearly trying to get a rise out of you, and honestly, he was successful. Rolling your cleaning rag tightly, you snapped it against his hand. He yelped in surprise, cradling his hands with mock-indignation.

“Anything else?” He shook his head and dropped the exact amount for the order into the ornate dish you kept beside the register.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, stashing the flash into his bag before pointing at the satin bag. “What’s this?”

“They should help with Farah’s morning sickness. Just mix them in with her morning tea, a dash of honey will help with the bitterness.”

He gave you a wide boyish grin. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Waving him off and as if telling him ‘oh I know’, you watched him leave with a spring to his step, clearly eager to go back to his wife. You waited for him to disappear from sight, before reaching for your phone in your apron’s pocket.

9:15 am

you: hi

you: everything k? alex told me about the rose district

9:17

👻: 👍🏻

9:18

you: lmk if u need anything

you: btw your order’s ready, you can drop by anytime

you: sybil says hi

(picture attached)

You didn’t get a reply right away, which was strange, but not uncommon for the half-wraith. In the end, he always got back to you. Telling Sybil to stay put and care for the storefront, you moved to the back to organise the rest of the day’s orders.

Once upon a time, Ghost’s go-to place had gone out of business (he had personally taken it down after discovering it was a front for a fairy trafficking ring), and as per Laswell’s recommendations, he had appeared one day to commission you with a list of potions and ingredients, each tailored to his pack’s specific needs. He gave you three days, and you had gone above and beyond to deliver.

You knew you had succeeded in meeting their expectations after he came back the following month with a much bigger and more detailed list in hand. And it was through his monthly visit that you got to know the rest of the pack.

Simon took care of pickups and never stayed long, but long enough to listen to you rant about lousy customers, all while answering to Sybil's demands for pets.

You never got much done with Johnny around, but his charm definitely helped you with sales, especially with the older gnome ladies. The werewolf also played tug with your familiar when the shop became notably busy and you couldn’t take Sybil for her daily walkies.

As the only son of a witch, Kyle liked to help you with just about everything. He especially enjoyed peering over your shoulder whenever you delved into one of your many experiments, smiling like a child whenever you asked for his opinion.

You got to know John last, a human Hunter and their de facto leader. He never dropped by, but whenever you encountered him outside your shop, he never failed to greet you with a warm smile and ever warmer shoulder-squeeze. The older man also was a worrywart to his core, always asking about you and Sybil, as in have you had breakfast/lunch/dinner yet? Did you get your windows insulated for the winter? He can take care of it for you, and oh he got a good bargain on some chicken, let him share some of it with you.

Slowly but surely, they each had wormed itself into your stiff-witchy heart.

10:30

👻: can’t today

👻: sendin’ alejandro

The curt answer made you falter, a mix of disillusion and confusion settling heavily on the pit of your stomach. His lack of response to Sybil's picture was also worrying, that never happened. You struggled not to push him for an explanation.

And so, you waited.

Alejandro made his appearance a few hours later. Again, you left Sybil in charge while you greeted him and his partner, Rudy.

“Preciosa, it’s good to see you.” Alejandro enveloped you in a tight hug and kissed you on the cheek, Rudy following right after.

You returned their greeting just as warmly, guiding them to the back and to the crates stacked neatly and ready for them to take. You watched them work, swaying a little from side to side, before finally mustering up the courage to ask them about Ghost’s unusual absence.

“Is Ghost okay?”

Alejandro grunted as he loaded the crates into the trunk, hand falling over his hips before he turned to regard you with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah he’s fine, por (why)?”

You shoved your hands deep into your apron’s pockets, a nervous habit. “He has never missed a pickup, and he’s not answering my texts.”

“Oh, it’s probably that girl.” He acknowledged dismissively. As if sensing your dismay at Alejandro’s lacklustre response, Rudy chimed in.

“Leah, the new girl working for Laswell.”

Making the most of his receptiveness, you prodded Rudy for more details. “Have you met her?”

He shook his head, tilting his chin towards his partner. “Nope, but Ale has.”

“Well she’s cute, in a mousy kind of way.” He supplied while scratching his chin, and something about his pensive gesture told you that he still hadn't exactly made up his mind about her.

They were quick to leave however, busy with their own things, plus having to drop off the pack’s order. You watched them go, fingers twisting and turning

Yes, hopefully this strange episode would pass.

. . .

Things did not pass, if anything, they only got worrisomely stranger.

A few days later, you found yourself in the supermarket. It was just another part of your routine that you usually enjoyed. You reached for a jar of honey, when you felt it—a shift in the air, a tingle at the back of your neck. Straightening, you allowed your gaze to wander, searching for the source.

And then you saw him.

He stood a few feet away, staring intently at a shelf of cereals. Your heart skipped a beat, not from surprise but from the pleasant flutter you always felt when you saw him. You instinctively moved closer, a full smile already settled on your lips.

“Johnny, hi!”

His head jerked up as if startled, eyes widening when they met yours. For a moment, he looked at you with a strange mix of confusion and surprise, as if he barely recognized you.

“Och aye! Hello there! Whit ye daein' here?"

“Uh, I always shop here on Sundays?” But you know that, you’ve come with me more than once!

"Oh, dae ye no? Well, anyways!” Johnny’s brows furrowed, and he blinked rapidly, like someone waking from a deep sleep. His gaze flickered away from your face and back to the rows of cereal “Whit dae ye think Leah would fancy the most?"

That caught you off guard, so much so that you couldn't give him a rightout answer.

Suddenly, a second figure came from around the corner. It was Gaz. He walked up to the two of you, but something was off.

“Mate, stop running off! We need to get back to—” Gaz blinked at you, as if seeing you for the first time. “Oh, hi?”

“Hi?” You parroted back with an incredulous guffaw.

You just stood there, feeling an unfamiliar and uncomfortable sensation—like the ground beneath you had shifted and you were the only one who noticed. This wasn’t right. Your relationship had always been so easy, and filled with laughter. But now, it was like there was a barrier between you and them, unseen and unsettling.

“Is…everything okay?” You asked them, voice laced with a mix of worry and disbelief.

Gaz looked at you again, but there was no warm recognition in his eyes. “We’re fine,” he said, though his voice was flat. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, Johnny following him like a shadow, a box of chocolate flavoured loops in hand.

He hated that kind, not even bending whenever Gaz tried to coax him into getting them as a treat.

You watched them disappear down the aisle, dumfounded. The vibrant hum of the grocery store around you flickered slightly as your mind whirled.

Taking a breath, you forced yourself to stay calm. You should head back to the apothecary and Sybil, maybe even check in with Laswell.

She’d know what to do, right? She always did.

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tofutofudahyun · 2 months ago

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𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑯𝒊𝒍𝒍

Choi San x fem! reader

secret relationship, workplace romance, idol san x actress reader, loaded with tension, friendly rivalry, from the kitchen to the bedroom, the man is starved, oral sex, hair pulling, marking, biting, finger sucking, slight cum sharing (you’ll see), filming

you sat in your dressing room, letting the makeup team add the rest of the diamonds to your hair. today was a huge day, the new season for Dolce and Gabbana. you were one of the brand ambassadors for D&G, so of course you couldn’t let them down. you snapped a few quick selfies, hiding your dress under a black blanket. you posted them to your story, hearing your phone buzzing moments after they were uploaded.

“only a few more minutes.” one of your managers said, and you quickly had the time apply more gloss to your lips before stepping into your heels. with a security escort, you rode to the carpet in a blacked out SUV, seeing the large crowd of people and line of cars. you mentally prepared yourself, knowing how draining events like this could be.

the security guard opened the door, and you stepped out, bombarded by flashing lights, the crowd calling your name. “over your shoulder! to the right! we loved you in the Light After Dark!” you heard the paparazzi scream, and you waved with a bright smile. you quickly signed a few autographs before going up the stairs, stopping every few moments to take pictures. “can you tell us anything for the next season?” someone held a microphone in your direction, and you lift a bit of your dress to approach.

“the next season is going to be a wild ride! all of the cast is really excited, we’ve been working with great artists for the soundtrack as well.” you laugh, keeping the spoilers brief and subtle. “can you tell us any of the music artists featured?” the interviewer asked, and you look back at your manager, keeping a smile as more people flashed pictures. he gave a subtle nod, holding up a three with his fingers. “we have the lovely IU, who is an angel to work with. and we also have jaehyun, and we have Wooyoung and Jongho from Ateez.” you say, and you heard a few cheers.

“speaking of ateez, here they are now.” you turn, being ushered up the stairs a bit more to make way for the rest of the others walking. you saw them through the flashing lights, three of the ateez members exiting a large car. wooyoung, who was still wearing a fluffy, dark mullet. and Jongho, who you haven’t seen in a long time, respectful smiling and waving at the camera.

and then there was San. you and him were the prince and princess of D&G, so of course he was here. he locked eyes with you, sending a chill down your spine. “a picture with you and the ateez members please!” someone in the crowd called out, and you mentally curse. you couldn’t stand being within proximity to san for more than a few moments. he somehow managed to push every button without doing anything, especially in public.

you wait for them to make their way up the stairs, flagging them over to take pictures. you stood in the middle, Jongho on your left, San on your right with Wooyoung beside him. you kept a professional distance, they were idols after all. they had crazy fans, and you didn’t want any negative rumors starting because of a few pictures.

of course, it became a silent competition to see who had more cameras on them. San stepped forward, showing the details of his outfit. you couldn’t help but pose behind him, the quantity of lights increasing. “better luck next time.” you mumble with a grin, turning to show the back of the dress.

“hello, darling.” San whispered as he walked by, and you suck in a sharp breath, watching him go. you followed behind shortly after, having your manager take a few photos of your outfit before going inside. you caught sight of San talking to a few people, but he felt you looking, he always did. you smile, giving a subtle wink while no one was looking.

the event was gorgeous after that, the new clothing line from D&G was fabulous as always. the after party was eventful, not filled with paparazzi, and you actually relaxed for the first time in hours. “Meet me at my hotel in two hours.” you heard his voice behind you, and you swirled your wine in your glass. “already planned on it.” you sip the wine, feeling his warmth disappear as quick as it had come. he slipped a copy of his keycard into your glove, and your lips quirk into a smirk around your glass.

you had left first, departing after only two glasses of wine. in truth, aside from wanting to see what exactly San had planned in his hotel room, you really wanted to get out of your heels. you took the ride back to your hotel, slipping out of the dress and putting on a pair of loose jeans and a leather jacket, using a mask and a hat to hide your identity. you got into the hotel without a problem, stripping of your hat when you entered the suite. you saw a few jackets sprawled across the couch, but apart from that it was spotless.

“you looked good.” San’s voice came from the bathroom, and you turn, seeing him lean against the doorframe. “oh? you didn’t compliment my dress at all.” you took your jacket off, tossing it onto the couch with the rest of his. “I didn’t need to say anything.” he held up his phone, showing you in the dress as his wallpaper. you had your back turned, looking over your shoulder with a grin.

“when did you take this?” you ask, wrapping an arm around his neck as you take his phone, snapping a few selfies. he didn’t respond, pulling his phone from your hand and pressing a kiss to your lips. you respond without hesitation, your fingers finding his hair and giving the strands a gentle tug. he lifts you up, smiling against your lips as you laugh. he carries you to the makeshift kitchen, placing you on the counter.

“been waiting for this all night.” he kissed your neck, his hands already tugging at your jeans. you lift your hips, feeling the fabric slide down your legs. you kicked the jeans to the floor, your head falling back as he sucks a small mark into your collarbone. “hey, I have a shoot to do later this week.” you exhale, feeling his fingers hook into the band of your panties.

“you have makeup. let me have this.” he practically growled against your skin, kissing down your stomach while holding your waist. you eagerly spread your thighs, squirming a bit as he sucks darker marks into the skin. you didn’t lose your composure until you felt his tongue lick a strip over your panties. you whine, knowing he was teasing. “San, don’t tease. you know our time is limited.” that was a lie, you could spend all night here if you wanted. it would just be a bitch to leave in the morning.

“sorry princess, but you’re pretty pussy is soaking your panties.” he looked up at you, making eye contact as he pulled your panties to the side. he only broke it when he licked your clit, lapping at the wetness currently forming. he was an obnoxious eater, creating sounds so lewd you were sure they came straight out of porn you saw on twitter. “oh, fuck.” you run a hand through his hair, urging him forward. your thighs clamp around his head when you feel his tongue prodding at your entrance, sucking and lapping at the juices straight from the source.

“shit, taste better and better every time.” he says, his voice send vibrations up your spine. he ate your pussy as if it was the last thing on earth, as if he could live forever if he drank from you. his arms wrap around your thighs, and he kneeled in front of you. the sight alone caused your hips to jerk, grinding against his face. “go ahead, princess. ride my face just like that.” he encouraged you, slapping your thigh as he resumed eating.

so, you did just that. you rolled your hips, finding a steady rhythm while your clit bumped his nose. you knew you weren’t going to last long like this, there was just so many feelings flooding your system. “oh, baby, I’m so-so fucking close.” you gasp, hips faltering and loosing their pace. San noticed, of course he did. he helped guide your hips, returning to your pace.

“so good for me, keep going.” without warning, he pushed two fingers inside of your pussy, feeling how you immediately clenched around them to adjust the stretch. the slight sting was just enough to drive you over the edge, one hand gripping his hair while the other held onto the counter for dear life. your head fell forward, your mouth hung open while strings of moans and curses fell from your lips.

“theeeere you go. shit, baby, so creamy.” he chuckles, pretty much drinking your cum as it dripped. once you had stopped shaking, he stood up, placing his hand on your jaw to pull you forward. you opened your mouth without him having to tell you, and he kissed you. you didn’t notice until you tasted it, the feeling of your mouth full with something that was too thick to be saliva.

he sucked your cum out of you and basically spit it back into your mouth. and you enjoyed every sick second of it.

“gotta fuck you, gotta fuck this pussy.” he grabs you, lifting you up eagerly with no warning. he dropped you onto the bed, fumbling with the strings of his sweatpants. “turn around, face down.” he tells you, reaching into a bag to find what you assume is a condom. with a sigh, you turn onto your stomach, pressing your chest into the plush mattress while your ass poked into the air.

you pull your panties down, letting them hang around your knees. you heard the condom snap, and you lick your lips, wiggling with anticipation. San placed a palm on one of your ass cheeks, spreading them just to see how shiny and wet your pussy became. “fucking dripping back here. so pretty, princess.

you couldn’t respond, he didn’t give you a chance to. he pushed into you slowly, watching you grip the sheets tightly as he filled you. your voice was caught in your throat, unable to do anything but take it. San groaned, feeling how tight you squeezed around his cock. “shit baby, just relax. it’s okay, let me in, princess, just breathe.” he coaxed you to try and relax, taking a few deep breaths with you. he needed them most, making sure he didn’t cum too early.

“good job, princess, you’re taking me so well. such a good girl for me.” he smiled, even though you could t see it, as he bottomed out. you moan into the pillow, your eyes shutting as you take your time to adjust to his size. damn it to hell, you knew all of that muscle matched up, he wasn’t compensating for anything.

“shit! fuck, baby, wait!” you cried out, but he only grunts in response. “no, no, you can take it right? yeah, I believe in you, sweet girl. you can take it.” he slides a hand down your spine, his fingers creeping up your neck and grabbing your hair from the roots. he pulled your head back enough that you weren’t hiding your face in the pillow, every sound that escaped your throat was heard in the room.

“yeah, look at that.” he laughed, hissing as your walls fluttered around him once again. he reaches for his phone, videoing the way your ass ripples every time he thrusts into you. “look at my pretty girls pussy, taking my dick so-fucking-well.” he punctuated each word with a thrust. “oh my god-fuck!” you gasp, and he was almost happy he caught that on camera.

“creaming all over me, aw my baby is so messy.” he cooed, pulling your head back to deepen your arch. you could feel him twitch, and even in your state of madness, you knew he was close. he pulled you up to his chest, a gentle hand around your throat as he holds the phone in front of your faces. you smile, face glistened with sweat and even a few tears, but you smile.

“such a pretty girl, yeah? are-are you cumming right now?” he asked, feeling your body tremble as your head falls back onto his shoulder. he lowered the camera, catching the way your pussy spasms around him. you nod frantically, whimpering as he fucks you through your second orgasm of the night.

“shhh, that’s it, just a little longer okay? you can do that for me right?” he wipes hair from your face, dropping the phone on the bed to focus on you. he mumbled praises into your ear, occasionally moaning between them. “damn, baby, taking me for everything I have.” he groans, gently biting your shoulder as he came. the only thing stopping him from filling your womb with pending children was the condom.

“fuck, I wanna get you pregnant one day. fuck, gonna fill you up.” he licked the new bite mark, easing you down onto the bed. he pulled out, easing the condom off and tossing it into a wastebasket. he laid down next to you, kissing your forehead while you came down from your high.

“so, wanna get takeout? I know this great Thai place that Wooyoung recommended.” he smiled, showing his dimple while grabbing his phone.

“definitely.”

#ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez smut #smut #ateez fic #san ateez #choi san #choi san smut #san x reader #san x you #ateez

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taviamoth · 1 year ago

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🚨 Palestinian Ministry of Health in Gaza:

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An urgent appeal for sending blood units from outside the Gaza Strip.

The Palestinian Health Ministry in the Gaza Strip appeals to all international and Arab institutions, especially the World Health Organization, the International Committee of the Red Cross, the Red Crescent Society in the Arab and Islamic countries, and the Arab Blood Transfusion Services to urgently work on providing blood units and their components from all blood groups due to the dire need to save the lives of patients and the wounded.

The Ministry of Health suffers from a lack of basic materials for blood donation, whether empty blood bags or viral testing materials, as well as blood group tests, as our people in the Gaza Strip have donated more than 40,000 blood units during the aggression despite the harsh conditions they are living in from displacement and starvation.

We call on all relevant parties to respond urgently to our appeal and send large quantities of life-saving blood units for the wounded and sick in the Gaza Strip.

[via RNN]

#blood donation #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #israel #jerusalem #tel aviv #gaza strip #joe biden #benjamin netanyahu #gaza news #gaza update

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skye-obsolete · 10 months ago

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Kitchen

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : How does the LADS boys handle themselves in the kitchen?

ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : prompt, soft, fluff & possible OOC

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Xavier in the kitchen was almost a disaster waiting to happen—no exaggeration. He had a knack for forgetting to turn off the stove or neglecting to set a timer, leaving his meals charred and inedible more often than not. While eliminating Wanderers with effortless precision was second nature to him, cooking seemed to be his weakness. Typically, Xavier gravitated toward quick, easy meals—cup noodles, ready-to-eat options—and never fussed over what he ate.

Despite his mishaps, he genuinely put in the effort to learn, committing to recipes and working to improve. With time, practice, and a few burned pans later, he eventually became efficient in the kitchen. Once he mastered the basics, he started preparing large meals, focusing on quantity so you’d never be short of options, making sure you had plenty of your favorites to choose from.

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𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Zayne embodied the perfect image of husband material. Though his job as a Linkon doctor kept him busy with back-to-back surgeries and long hours at the hospital, he never failed to make time for you—especially if you were craving his cooking. Despite his demanding schedule, he made it a priority to prepare meals whenever he came home, often late into the night, just to see your face lit up with each bite.

Zayne was meticulous in the kitchen, his precise nature extending from surgery to the ingredients he handled. Aside from his disdain for carrots, he had an impressive knowledge of different vegetables and how to bring out their natural flavors in every dish. Whether he was baking or cooking, he always followed the recipes to a tee, ensuring every detail was perfect, particularly when trying something new. His care and precision in the kitchen mirrored the way he treated you—attentive, thoughtful, and deeply considerate.

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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Rafayel may come off as bratty and spoiled, but beneath that exterior, he harbored surprising culinary talent. It wasn’t something he flaunted, considering that most of his meals were either prepared by Thomas, brought or ordered online. But when the mood struck him, Rafayel could whip up a dish with flair, though he often relied on instructions and recipes to guide him. His creativity shined through, however, as he loved experimenting and adding his personal touch to any recipe.

You were always his first taste-tester, the one he’d eagerly present his latest creation to—sometimes a surprisingly delicious innovation, other times an odd combination that left you questioning his choices.

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𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Sylus, much like Zayne, could easily be considered husband material, though he typically didn’t need to lift a finger in the kitchen thanks to his personal chef. Yet, when the occasion called for it, Sylus was more than capable of preparing a meal. Confident and knowledgeable, he rarely consulted recipes, instead relying on his sharp memory and expertise.

While patience wasn’t his strong suit, he made an exception when you were involved. If you were there to taste his dish, Sylus would put his full effort into crafting a meal that catered to your palate, making sure each seasoning and flavor hit the right notes. For someone who thrived on power and control, cooking was one of the few activities where he allowed himself to slow down, focusing intently on every detail. After all, he wanted it to be perfect for you.

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╰｡ Author's Note: There's significant parts that are definitely inspired by Infold's Special Chapter; "Ways Of Making Chocolate" chibi report on this prompt.

I'll be working on some requests (specifically a continuation of Grief) by next week since preliminaries are approaching soon, I'll be off from writing for a few days.

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communistkenobi · 1 year ago

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stealing this screenshot from a post correcting people about what liminal spaces are, because I want to say something kind of unrelated and don’t want to bother the op - it’s funny this wiki article identifies airports as one of these non-places, and one of the “criteria” for a non-place is somewhere where you are able to remain anonymous, because (at least in north america, I can’t speak globally), one of the primary terrors of airports is its ability to render you a known quantity at basically any time, to bring you into public attention specifically by cops and security people identifying who you are. Airport security, bag inspections, police, surveillance cameras, etc do this security theatre routine at airports in a way that is more intense than other public spaces. Like I just don’t think this state of remaining anonymous in the airport applies to muslims or other religious and racial minorities the state deems to be a “high risk population” vis a vis border security, I think if you want to make the argument that these places allow anonymity, a fundamental part of this analysis has to include the fact that this anonymity is premised on visiting state violence, surveillance, and coercion on largely non-white and religious minorities, particularly and especially muslims, to “protect” and secure this space of (largely white) public anonymity

#the guy who coined it is a white French anthropologist so . well actually I don’t need to say anything else #book club #not really I’m reacting to a partial summary of a Wikipedia page this is kind of a fish in a barrel situation #geography #<- for place discussion

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modawg · 1 year ago

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this is true but if we really think abt the amount of canonic deaths that happen people really only start dying when the war happens

like yes demigods are told and are conditioned to knowing they could die at any moment and there are some outliers like bianca and zoe but no one of like substance (characters we’ve learned to love/care abt) dies until the war

so i don’t think it’s as normal as it’d be expected to be which is why i think it was so hard for many of the hephaestus cabin to come to terms with leo being gone

like though their taught to expect death (embrace it even) they aren’t taught how to handle that grief im not saying percy’s weeping when he gets back to camp and leo/pipers now living in charlie/selinas room but it does seem like a very jarring thing to experience

they probably walk around camp and have small moments of deja vu and get a little sad or look at old pictures and think abt what could’ve been; at somepoint those rooms will be associated with leo/piper but until then it’ll probably always be a little sad considering how close percy/annabeth were to charlie and selina

i also feel like having people actually replace those campers is new for them too

mind you many kids weren’t claimed pre tlo and the amount of kids making it to camp was also pretty small in comparison so i don’t think the math for replacements were as normal as they would be now

it would make sense for the newer generation of campers to get used to the in out of kids but for the generations prior it was probably pretty hard

especially if you think abt the lack of kids actually leaving chb before like seeing the camp so small post war was also probably pretty scary before the waves of new campers started coming in to take up the spots of the old ones

the devastation of piper and leo taking selina and charlie’s bunks/rooms ??

how HORRIBLE is that like actually their just replaced and that’s so devastating

imagine being percy you come home after being gone for like 8 months with only a quarter of the time as everyone else to grieve

and those two like grave sites of your close friends have been switched out for rooms that’ve been lived in at this point like leo and piper have been in there for nearing a year and the people who once lived there are fully gone

those beds that were empty showing that someone is missing someone you’ve known for YEARS and their now filled with randos you just met a couple months ago and yeah their great but they aren’t those people you used to know their just versions of them

do we know what they do with the old campers stuff ?? did they burn it all with the bodies or send it to their parents ?? looking at chirons track record maybe he sent percy and annabeth to tell charlie and selinas mortal parent the news lmao

tbh it would be so hard for those new campers too especially piper and leo being there hearing all the stories of the campers before them

maybe hearing stories from annabeth or percy directly

if it were me i’d have the fattest imposter syndrome hearing all that shit :/ like going to bed wondering who else had laid in that bed who else had called that cabin home who else called your siblings theirs

especially considering how vastly different and exactly the same they all are like ugh it’s so sad

#i feel like percy is a very good example of this considering he’s not used to that AT ALL #like he’s seen his fair share of death yes but unlike any other kids at chb #he WASNT raised with that idea he adopted it fs but he didn’t grow up with it like say annabeth did #i think they probably all expected it and knew it would happen but in such a large quantity they weren’t prepared for #either way there’s no way getting around grief and just having that constant reminder would be so sad :(#especially since rick literally just reworked two characters instead of looking into other gods and their kids smh #yap sesh

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sukeruton-san · 2 months ago

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Really hope Damian accidentally becomes the favorite.

He tries to attack Danny, but Danny's viewing it as Ghost Play. He forgets that he looks blind and like he's actually dying. And all test results point to him being on death's door. But Danny gets so happy when Damian 'plays' with him that everyone is seriously questioning wtf is going on. Where was this kid raised if he views being attacked as playing?

In due part because of his exposure to the Lazarus Pits, Damian fighting Danny gives Danny a bit of ectoplasm. Which makes Danny seem more healthy. But it only gets noticed if Damian is gone for, like, a week. And Danny starts looking sick again, with the declining vitals to match.

On that note, if Danny gets exposed to Lazarus Water, through Damian, imagine if he instinctively is able to find it in large quantities? Like a dowsing rod. He finds the one that's deep in the caves. And instinctively puts a hand in. When the Bats find him, Danny looks mostly healthy again. But has green glowing eyes. He also immediately goes to fight Damian. Kicks the ass of everyone trying to stop him. Only to immediately calm down and back away if he knocks Damian's sword away, letting the other boy get his weapon. Which shows that he's in a playing mode rather than a killing mode. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief upon realizing that. Only for Danny to continue to need to use the pit, cause otherwise his vitals drop and he goes 'blind' again.

It'd be hilarious if the reason Danny seemed especially worried about being around Robin was because this was a Demon Twins AU. DNA test being done last, cause they're all worried about this kid's health, revealing a long lost brother and son. But they think Danny doesn't know. Damian only has very vague memories of another child before he was 6. Which means that Danny's been out of the LOA for a decade.

Given what Danny said about his 'mom' teaching him how to fight, either he has been visited by Talia (which is highly unlikely) or his adoptive mother may be a LOA agent/ally?

Bruce calls Talia to chew her out for not telling him about another child, only for her to get surprised that Danny is alive. Turns out, Danny was kidnapped and had his death faked or something. Paired with the multiple scars and fear of medical settings, it points to Danny having been kidnapped specifically to be experimented on. The fact he was taught how to fight implies that he was being turned into a soldier or sleeper agent.

Or go on a completely different route? Have it that Danny was given up at birth so at least one of her children could be normal and happy. But the scars made from others, plus his current condition, sends her into a hunting spree to find those who did this. Of course, she's stoic while everyone is watching her and pretends like the situation means nothing. She chose Damian to be the heir, no need for a spare after all. He was born weaker with a poor heart. He wasn't League material. Soon as the call is cut, she's ready to hunt down whoever did this.

But it would mean that Damian is so confused on what to do. Might accidentally call himself the superior twin. Which he means he has to care for Danny. But Danny takes it as an insult.

( Edit, Sorry I had an influx of questions and I thought it was one of those other ones. )

I did not think about the demon twins escapades for the Sorta Maybe Blind. You have a lot of good ideas! But I feel like that trope has been used a lot and I kind of want to make some shenanigans with just a random blind kid they found in an abandoned warehouse. Of course they're going to investigate but it's not going to help much. 🤫

Link to the story

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #damian wayne #Sorta Maybe Blind

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thinkypinky69 · 2 months ago

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Sober Hearts Part 2

Pairing: (inexperienced) Spencer Reid x Female BAU! Reader

WC: 2200

Content Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI! Awkward Spencer, unprotected sex, creampies, oral sex (f! receiving), minor dirty talk, huge pining and longing, mentions of consent, girly pop on top!

Summary: You and Spencer finally talk about what happened on your birthday.

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“I’m going to wash up, then the bathroom’s all yours.” You say as you rifle through your duffle bag to find your makeup wipes and pajamas.

“Sounds good.” Reid hobbles a bit as he tosses his bag on the bed, his knee clearly still bothering him.

After locking the bathroom door behind you, you strip yourself of your work clothes and start washing your face. It was fine. Normal and fine. You just had to stay the night with your coworker who you drunkenly sucked face with on your birthday. Oh and then he ran away. Nearly literally ran. Nothing awkward about that at all. Thank god there were two beds, at least.

After cleaning up and brushing your teeth, you pull on an oversized tee shirt with some comfortable cotton boy-short panties. As you pulled on your underwear you noticed how long the hair had grown out on your legs.

Why did you care…?

You snapped out of the thought.

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You exit the bathroom and stand in front of the full length mirror to comb out your hair. In the mirror’s reflection you see Reid sitting on one of the beds going over the case photos again, spread out on the comforter. He doesn’t look up, clearly avoiding conversation.

“So about Friday-” You start.

“Yeah so I’m really sorry about that and I want us to just uh, move on and um, forget that that happened.” Reid responds quickly, sitting up straighter on the bed. “If you want to file a complaint with HR I totally unders-”

“What?” You laugh. “Oh my god Reid, I wouldn’t do that! We were just drunk.” You turn around and place the hairbrush down on an end table. “It’s really not a big deal. I just wanted to know if you wanted to talk about it.”

“I shouldn’t have done that I-” He stammers.

“Relax. You kissed me. And I kissed you back. Enthusiastically, actually. You were drunk and I was upset about my birthday. It’s fine. It was really hot at the time, actually. Probably the booze.” You smile and try to assure him there was nothing to worry about.

Reid’s face turns red.

“You’re probably right. Alcohol reduces inhibitions and rational thinking, especially when consumed in large quantities. Combined with the emotional vulnerability of being angry about everyone canceling, your critical thought was impaired.” Reid rambles. “Probably why it was so, um…hot.”

“Yeah, probably just because we were drunk.” You respond.

“Yeah… probably.” He nods and looks at the floor.

You sit at the edge of his bed and curl your legs up into yourself.

“I mean… we could know for sure…” You say casually as you flip through the case photos.

“W-what do you mean?” Reid looks up and meets your eyes.

“We could conduct more research. We’re not drunk now. We could… conduct another study.” You say as you move the case file over to the corner of the bed and shift closer to Spencer.

“Well, um..” Reid gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing along his pale throat. “There are actually other factors at play, so it wouldn’t be an accurate study?” He questions you nervously. “A valid experiment would require only one variable. We’re technically at work now and we aren’t in your apartment and it’s not your-”

“Would you like to kiss me again, Spence?” You interrupt.

“So much, yes.” He leans forward quickly and puts his palms on your cheeks.

He dives in immediately and claims your lips with his.

It was less gentle this time, he pressed his tongue against yours and shifted on the bed so your chests were nearly touching. You smile into his eager kiss and respond in kind. You grab his narrow shoulders and gently pull him back with you, laying with your head at the foot of the bed with Spencer hovering over you. You wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips upward into his. He buries his face in your neck to stifle a whimper.

You scratch his back affectionately as you lean up to kiss his neck. He nuzzles into you further.

“Wait-” Spencer suddenly pulls back.

“Sorry, did I do something?” You look up at him with concern.

“The real reason I left your place on Friday…” He licks his lips nervously. “I knew your day was awful and I didn’t- I didn’t want to disappoint you more…”

You furrow your brows in confusion.

“What do you mean? First of all I had a great birthday-” You say with your breaths a bit ragged from kissing. “Second of all your gift was amazing so I don’t know how-”

“Sexually. I mean sexually.” He says with a sharp inhale. “I’m not exactly very… experienced? I mean, I almost finished just from kissing you on the couch. It’s embarrassing… I freaked out so I ran.”

“Spencer.” You push him back so that you’re both sitting up now. “I don’t give a shit about that. Would I be asking you to kiss me again, on a case and stone cold sober, if I didn’t like you?”

“Y-you like me?” He says with wide eyes.

“God, yes. Sometimes you’re the stupidest smart person I know.” You card your hand through his long hair and kiss his cheek gently. “If you want to stop, we can. But if you want to keep going… I am more than happy to do that too.”

“I.. I want to keep going…” He smiles a bit. “I want to make you feel good. I-I might need you to show me, though…” His fingers fiddle softly with the hem of your t-shirt.

You grin in response and pull your shirt over your head, exposing your chest to him.

He was awestruck. You had never seen such a twinkle in his eye the way he was looking at your naked breasts now.

“Wow… Can I-?” He asks.

“Yes, sugar, anything you want.” You lean back on your elbows on the bed, letting him get a full view of your nealy nude body.

He wastes no time and latches his tongue to one of your peaked, pink nipples. You groan in tandem as he kneads your other breast with his lithe fingers. He sucks harshly and you squeak in sudden pleasure. He continues to suckle on your flesh for some time and you pet his hair soothingly, releasing involuntary gasps and pants.

You fall back on the bed fully as Reid kisses down your stomach. Fully drunk on your body already, he nuzzles his nose into your covered mound and inhales.

His hands shakily grip your panties and he looks up at you.

“Can I taste you, please?” He pleads.

You nod and Spencer clumsily peels your panties down your legs to toss them somewhere across the hotel room. He tears his button down over his head and throws it in a similar direction before laying back down.

You spread your legs for him and he settles down on the bed between them, face mere inches from your dripping wet center. He curiously reaches two fingers up to spread your outer lips, eyes marvelling at the way your hole seeped with arousal just for him. He leans in and gently kisses your swollen clit.

You moan loudly at the contact.

“So that is the right spot.” He assures himself before diving back in and flicking his tongue rapidly across your sensitive bud. You grip his hair and gasp.

“Spence!”

“You taste so sweet… mmpph..” He slurs out as he open mouth kisses your opening, trying to lap up whatever essence of yours he could.

“Hands… Your fingers…” You say through heavy breaths.

“Right- right-” Spencer hears your plea and brings two fingers to your entrance and pushes them in. You were so aroused that they slipped in with ease. You sigh in relief. You wanted to feel him entirely inside you, but this would do for now. He pulls them out of you to slowly push them back in again. He stares at your wetness glistening on his digits as he fingered you, mesmerized by the way your slickless clung to him.

It was cute watching him explore your body.

“Up…” You instruct. “Pull them up…”

“Like this?” Spencer asks as he crooks his fingers and presses on your favorite spot.

“YES!” You cry out. “Right there! Oh, fuck!” You feel your thighs starting to shake on either side of Reid’s head. “Don’t forget-”

Reid leans back in and suckles your clit into his plush lips.

“FUCK!” You exclaim, back arching off the mattress.

His fingers and lips don’t slow as he notices your walls tightening around his fingers.

“Oh, Spence, I’m gonna- shit-” You try to warn your lover but it seemed to only spurn him on more, nose pressing even harder into the patch of hair on your mound as he drove you towards your climax.

The tightness in your lower belly snapped and you let the release wash over you, whining loudly towards the ceiling of your dingy hotel room. Your thighs twitch as Spencer laps up the last drops of your orgasm, overstimulating you unintentionally in the process. He pulls back and wipes his chin with the back of his hand.

“Did you really just-” He asks, in awe.

“Yes. Clothes off. Lay down.” You say between gasps, catching your breath. You pull his head from between your legs and hobble up onto all fours, waiting for him to oblige your request.

Spencer rises from the bed briefly to remove what remained of his clothes and laid before you, torso leaned up against the headboard, finding it difficult to make eye contact. His cock leaked against his lower belly, thick and painfully hard with an angry red tip.

“I-it’s fine… right? I know the average penis size in North America is-” He starts to ramble again.

“It’s perfect, Spence.” You purr as you climb up his slim body on the bed, capturing his lips in a deep kiss again. The remnants of your orgasm still present on his tongue. You grip the base of his shaft and line the mushroom tip up with your soaked entrance.

“I-I-I don’t have a condom-”

“I’m on the pill.” You tease his tip up and down on your clit a few times before nestling his head inside your opening. “Is this still okay?” You look down at him.

“YES-” He answers almost too eagerly. Cute. “I need to be inside you. Please.” You feel his grip on your hips tighten.

You sink down on him and you both emit vulgar sounds. He stretched you so well… why was it always skinny nerds who were totally hung? Your hips finally met and Spencer let out a desperate whimper.

“Oh my god…” He gasps out.

“Feels good, sugar?” You tentatively grind your hips back and forth on his member.

“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” Spencer pants up at you. “I’m not gonna last… you’re too tight… too wet…” He nearly squirms under you as you speed up the pace of your hips. You giggle a bit.

“You feel good too, baby. So big.” You start to raise your body a bit further up with every back stroke on his cock. “Stretch me out so nice.” You moan and crane your head back.

“D-don’t talk like that… you’re gonna make me-”

“Cum? Yeah? Am I gonna make you cum?” You tease as you ride him harder. “Good. Want you to fill me up.”

“Fuck-” Spencer grunts and starts thrusting his hips up into you, his fingers gripping hard into your flesh. “Oh- fuck-”

You moan and lean down to kiss him. He moves one of his hands to grip the back of your head as he humped up into you desperately, pressing your harder into his lips.

“Inside?” He leaves your lips long enough to whisper to you, his forehead meeting yours.

“Inside, please.” You respond, too cock drunk to form any other coherent sentences.

“I-I’m- oh god-”

And with a final hard thrust, you feel Spencer twitch and spill inside of your gummy, wet walls. He whines and moans as he finishes spending himself within you, the soft grind of his pelvis against your both soothing and arousing. You lay down against his chest and stroke his jawbone softly as he comes down from his intense climax. He wraps his shaky arms around your back.

“Wow… that was-”

“Amazing?” You interject.

“To say the least, yeah.” Reid says with a breathy chuckle. He strokes his fingers along your shoulder blades.

You smile against his sweaty skin and feel yourself starting to drift off.

“Women should pee after sex due to the risk of UTIs and yeast infections. Sex unbalances the PH level and can cause discomfort if the… foreign substance is left inside for a period of time. We really shouldn’t fall asleep like this.”

You pick your head up.

“You just came inside of me less than two minutes ago and now you’re doctoring me?” You say with a curious smile.

“Just looking out.” He smirks back.

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