#i am drinking a lot of water also..i had to get up to pee at like 2:30 but it's worth it i feel more hydrated. gotta get up & get more soon

[desperatepleasures]

augh my head and body hurt so bad rn

[jos-reblog-emporium]

I am so fucking horny for a piss schedule that’s like mean and makes my bladder ache but I haven’t found anyone who wants to give me one yet, what would be your ideal pee schedule if you were forced to adhere to one?

Ooo good question.

I think my ideal pee schedule would force me to drink more than I’m allowed go pee. Like you said, mean and makes my bladder ache.

I think my ideal pee schedule is still very similar to one I had in the past. (I wrote about it in a post a while back). I had to drink a certain amount within a specific timeframe. I was only allowed to pee at the top or bottom of the hour at first. As the day went on, I could only pee at the top of the hour, then every hour and a half and so on and so forth. I typically wind up getting rapidly desperate when I drink a lot of water in general, so the decreasing permissible times made it so I genuinely struggled to adhere to the schedule. Ideally, the schedule would be very strict and if I failed, I'd be punished.

With that in mind, peeing every hour might be the best schedule for me. It would force me to hold a full bladder for a regular amount of time. It also increases the chances for failing to adhere to the schedule.

[aint-shitt]

this is a real omorashi story (18+ only!)

there was this kid austin that I dated on and off. we had a lot of sexual chemistry and always went back to hooking up for years after high school, even. he was a drummer with tan skin and long black hair.

when we started hooking up our senior year, we quickly discovered that we both had piss kinks. and so it began…

dirty texting led to pictures and video chatting, until finally, we decided to start holding at school together. we would hold it all day, and then go back to my house when school let out. my parents wouldn’t be home til a few hours later, so we’d go down to the basement, make out a ton, and wet our pants in front of each other.

this one time though, I’ll never forget...

we had decided to start holding the night before a school day, by texting each other to drink a full glass of water before bed, and then we could NOT PEE in the morning, just continue to hold it all day.

so we did. we both held it all day, texting each other each period to check in.

we went to a private school in a pretty rural area. I waited for him after school at “the spot” (this little creek just off school property, surrounded by trees and always deserted) in my school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a knee-length green skirt, white crew socks and black shoes. from there, we would walk no more than ten minutes to my house.

I was doing alright - only mildly desperate, as I chose not to drink that much of anything on this day to make it easier on myself… still though, I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him, teased by the sound of the creek.

I was surprised as he suddenly hobbled over and threw his backpack down, huffing and puffing and swearing. he wore the guys’ version of our uniform: white shirt, green pants.

“fuck, I’m not gonna fucking make it. I barely made it through last period. FUCK. I am going to have to piss right here,” he said, frantically squeezing the head of his cock through his pants.

I watched him, intrigued. “aw, is it really that hard to hold it? you’re not gonna make it to my house?”

“no. fuck.” he took a moment to glance at me standing there pretty casually. “why aren’t you as desperate as me?? did you cheat?”

“no! I never peed today… I just… also haven’t really drank anything.”

“what!! no fair! I fucking drank soda and water all day, and last night - oh my god,” he moaned. his eyes got wide. he started frantically undoing his belt, his breath hitching. “oh my god, I’m already pissing. FUCK.”

I saw a shiny little dark patch quickly appear on his crotch. I felt myself get a little wet, imagining it spurting out…

“stop.” I told him, touching his arm while he still fumbled with his belt buckle.

he looked at me, with tears in his eyes, I swear. “what????” he demanded.

I quickly looked around to make sure there was still nobody in sight. nope, just trees.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his arm, to his hand, to his crotch. I started gently stroking the fly of his pants.

he made an extremely hot guttural sound, like “nnnggghhhhhhhh” and closed his eyes.

I felt his warm crotch with the back and then front of my hand, rubbing up and down, harder, feeling his cock stiffen through his pants.

“ughh god… that’s really helping, actually.”

we caught each others’ eyes a moment and smiled. being hard always helped him hold longer…

…but how much longer?

we took a few steps over to a large tree.

I stood in front of him, his back pressed against the tree, my knee slightly between his legs.

my hand continued to fondle the front of his pants as he moaned softly. I looked down at that wet spot, which was still really small. for now.

“ugh, you’re making me wanna cum…”

I laughed softly and kept rubbing him. he grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss, pushing his back against the tree and jerking his clothed dick into my hand more.

we kissed for like, ten seconds. then I started fumbling with the button of his pants. my knuckles must’ve pressed into his bladder a little, because he suddenly groaned desperately.

“ah, ah…” he broke the kiss and hissed through his teeth, as I felt a little warm pee leak into his pants… into my hand. it was just enough to soak the fabric and widen the diameter of that wet spot. my eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling a little wetness of my own slip into my panties.

he panted. “fuck. I can’t hold anymore. I’m going to fucking piss my pants right here.”

“really? you’re going to pee in your pants, you can’t hold it?” I asked sympathetically.

“no I can’t fucking hold it.”

“you’re sooo desperate to pee, it just wants to burst out of your cock right now?”

“yes - AH - fuck -”

he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze. a skinny dark stain was appearing all down his left leg, and I could just barely hear a faint hissing sound.

I watched in awe for about three seconds, before whispering close to his ear, “okay, stop. get control now, you can do it.”

he closed his eyes and gulped. I saw the veins in his neck bulge as he prayed to the heavens to gain control. fuck, he looked hot.

and gain control, he did.

panting, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and furrowed his brow. my hand was still there on his cock, slightly wetter than before, but I confirmed he had stopped the leak.

…for now.

“good job.” I said. but I knew his bladder ached. he had so much more left inside.

I went back to fiddling with his button fly, but then had a better idea.

I stepped about three feet away and stood in front of him. "keep holding and do what I say. okay?"

“huh??” he groaned.

“unzip your pants.”

he stared at me. his hands went gingerly to his zipper, and he slowly undid it.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed, rolling his eyes. this simple motion, unzipping his pants, sent all the more TIME TO PEE signals to his brain.

he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed himself with both hands through his light grey boxer briefs as he impatiently awaited my next command. he pressed his legs together, hips shaking side to side quickly.

“okay, now what??” he whined.

I smiled, absolutely fucking loving this, staring at his hands firmly grasping that tantalizing bulge in his soaked underwear.

"now what?” he repeated, impatiently.

"what, you still have more pee? but you leaked so much already, just look at your pants…"

"PLEASE, I have to piss - fuck - ah- I'm going to really explode in about five seconds,” he spat, his hands never leaving his cock, the veins in his arms bulging.

"take it out and put your hands behind your head.”

he looked at me desperately. “babe, I - I can't let go of my dick, it's all gonna come out."

"you can do it. take your cock out and let me see it. put your hands behind your head. and do not lose control."

he shook his head desperately. “I can't babe, I can't, fuck… oh god!" he squeezed his eyes closed and gripped his penis hard, and I watched with delight as another spurt escaped him. the spurt was so strong, it shot right through the light-colored boxer briefs and made a little arc through the air.

he gasped and palmed his cock with both hands, more pee shooting up onto his shirt, out to the sides, onto his pants, as he desperately trying to regain control. he reached inside his boxers and threw his head back, starting to jack his dick.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it helps me hold it… you know that…"

"is your cock hard? are you actually turned on by this?? you're turned on by having to pee so badly?"

"…..yes, I love it…" he said, continuing to jack it in front of me.

"you like feeling so full of piss? and then not going to a toilet, but just holding it? holding it until you're so desperate, that you start leaking in your underwear?"

"…yeah, I, ah-"

"you like losing control? wetting yourself?? you like having accidents, don't you? but they're not accidents are they, they're on purpose?”

he rubbed his dick to my filthy talk, which was still hidden by the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs. "…yes, I like it…" he gasped.

"let me see it."

he pulled the boxer briefs down finally, tucking the waistband under his balls, showing me that glorious wet cock. it was hard and weeping. he kept stroking it.

“OKAY now, stop. fucking. jacking off."

"if I stop, I'm going to lose control. I’m gonna pee,” he whimpered, fully stroking his erect cock, so much liquid still pressing inside of him.

"stop touching yourself right now."

he stopped the motion, but kept squeezing his dick, his eyes squeezed shut.

"let go of your cock and put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpered, really whimpered, but obeyed my command. his hard, glistening dick now hung half-hard in the cool air, peeking outside of his unzipped pants.

it was a real sight, him leaning against that tree, totally flustered, hair a mess, dark piss patches marking his shirt and pants. his dick hung there, twitching weakly, as he panted.

he looked right into my eyes. "I have so much more piss inside me, you have no idea. please… please let me pee…”

"keep holding it," I said, crossing my arms and staring at him.

he made a sobbing sound and his dick twitched heavenly. he stared up at the trees and mouthed ‘fuck.’

I stared at his beautiful genitals, intrigued by them, so different than my own. I bit my lip and reached up my knee-length skirt. my panties were hot and damp, and I gently rubbed myself as I stared at him.

he noticed me. through shuddering breaths, he said “you like what you see?”

“just focus on holding it,” I commanded him. but I lifted my skirt slowly, showing him my damp white panties. and through my intense arousal, I felt my own desperation grow.

"dear god…" he said at the sight of me, and started to lowering his hands from behind his head.

"don't you dare touch yourself," I spat. "put your hands back behind your head and hold them there."

he pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to grab the back of his head again, squeezing his eyes shut. but I noticed a little weak piss mixed with precum dribble out of the end of his gorgeous penis.

"oh no, are you leaking a little bit?"

"mm-hmm…" he moaned frantically, another larger dribble leaking out.

then another. he panted and gulped. "fuck, I can't, I - UGH - "

both our mouths both dropped open as a hard stream of piss shot out of him, across the distance between us, and jetted against my midsection, soaking my shirt and skirt. I stepped to the side and watched it continue to shoot out, creating a huge arc and loudly landing on the leaves several feet away.

“FUCK - I can’t - I can't stop it, ah - I'm peeing - ah"

I stepped over to him. I placed my hand on his cock and gently held it for him.

"nnnngyesssss…" he said, the hard stream of piss still hissing out.

I held his cock with one hand and dared my other one to palm the head, feeling that hot piss shoot into my hand and allowing it to splash out to the sides, up and down, onto both our clothes, the ground, everywhere…

fifteen seconds passed, and I couldn't believe he was still pissing. hard.

"wow. can you get control now for me?"

"nghhh…" he moaned, and started hitching his breath. i felt his dick flex. the stream slowed, stopped and started a couple of times, and then he had regained control.

"that's good baby, good job…." I devilishly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his dick and started to pull his pants back together, although I knew…

“OHMYGOD no, I can't -"

piss was shooting out of him again, soaking his boxer briefs and the legs of his pants entirely. he let out a primal groan of relief, finally letting himself really go.

I admired him as he continued to totally drench his clothes, before I pulled the briefs back down over his dick and set that stream free again. I held his cock and played with him encouragingly, as he continued pissing and moaning for almost a full minute longer.

when the stream finally slowed and stopped in my hand, I gently rubbed him in praise. his cock re-hardened to its fullest expression.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes, starting to rhythmically stroke him. he stared at me with exhausted lust.

"babe," I said.

"yeah?" he mumbled.

"I have to pee, too… really badly."

he grinned.

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 14

Author's note: You don't want to miss Friday's chapter 👀

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When I woke up the next day, my head hurt like hell. Everything hurt like hell, to be honest, and I wasn't sure about where I was. That wasn't my room at my grandma's house, that wasn't my bed and... And someone's arm was around my waist.

"Shit" I whispered. What had I done?

I tried to move and turn to see who was hugging me, but his grip was too firm, and I couldn't move without waking him up. Because this definitely was a man's arm. 

I needed to remember. What had happened last night? I went to a party with Aaron Ramsdale. To Ben White’s house. So that's where we probably were. And we drank something pink, and then... Rúben. I remembered talking with Rúben. And dancing. But what did I do after that? 

"Fuck!" the man behind me said, both of us jumping when someone closed a door with too much force. "That was too loud" he said, his arm leaving my body as he changed his position. "Are you awake?"

I recognized that voice. Aaron. The man next to me was Aaron. Why was I sharing a bed with him?

"I am" I said, my voice sounding all cranky. I needed a glass of water so badly... 

"I need some water" he said as if reading my mind. "Do you want some?"

"Please."

I felt him leave the bed and walk somewhere, turning a light that was too bright, both of us complain about it. While he cursed, I hid my head under the duvet. And that's when I noticed I was just in my underwear. Dear God, what had I done?

"Why are you hiding?" Aaron said next to me. 

"The light. Too bright" I said, still under the duvet.

"Happy hangover" he chuckled, leaving the glass on the bedside table before getting back in bed next to me. 

This was bad. This was so so bad. And my head hurt. And I needed to pee. Badly. So finding some courage God knows where, I moved from under the duvet, looking around.

"Morning" Aaron said. 

"Hi" I replied, not looking at him. "Bathroom?"

"The door in front of us."

"Thank you" I said, getting up from the bed. But the moment I was on my feet, everything started moving.

"Woah, careful there" Aaron said, holding me by the arms. "Slow movements."

"Slow movements" I repeated, getting up again. 

Once inside the bathroom, I made sure to lock the door. 

"Ok" I said, taking a deep breath. I moved to look at myself in the mirror, see if there was anything different about me. But beyond looking horrible, my hair being a mess and my eyes red and swollen, I looked like always.

"You took your time there" Aaron said when I finally came out. "Everything ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just too much liquid in my body."

"We drank a bit, didn't we?"

"I could drink a lot more. But just water" I said, getting back in bed and drinking the glass he had brought me in just one go.

"Same. Do you want me to get us something to eat? That will also help."

"Talking from experience?"

"I'm afraid so" he said with that big smile of his.

"Ok. But Aaron," I said once he got up, just wearing his boxers. "Can you see if my phone is over there? My grandma may be going nuts wondering where I am."

"She knows you are with me. When you were in the bathroom I checked my phone and I had a text from my dad saying not to worry, that they knew" he said, handing me my phone.

"Oh, great. Thank you." 

"You're welcome."

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"This is the best meal of my entire life."

"It's just a breakfast burrito" Aaron chuckled before giving his a big bite.

"Best meal ever" I repeated. Ben had thought of everything, getting breakfast for those guests who had decided to stay. "Do you think he'll get mad if we get his sheets dirty?" 

"He'll probably burn all the sheets that have been used tonight" Aaron laughed.

"Do... Do you..." I mumbled, putting down my burrito. 

"Do I...?" he asked with a smile.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" 

"You don't?"

"I remember us dancing and calling..."

"Rúben."

"Yes." 

"I think he's gonna be a bit pissed."

"What?" I said, my voice coming out louder than I expected.

"We made out while we were dancing. Then we came here, we kept making out, ended up in our underwear, and then…”

“And then?” 

“Then I… I… God, this is so embarrassing.”

“What happened, Aaron? Tell me.”

“Well, I started touching you down there, and you basically moaned Rúben's name instead of mine.”

“Oh my God” I gasped. 

"You have gone so red" he laughed. "But it's ok, don't worry.”

“Really?”

“It is. It had never happened before, but there is a first time for everything” he shrugged. 

"I don't know what to say, I…” 

“You don't have to say anything. At least not to me.”

“What do you… Oh.”

“Yep.”

Rúben. The call. He was going to ask me about what had happened after. And since I can't lie because my face gives it all away…

“Urgh, I'm such an idiot!”

"Hey, don't" Aaron said, holding my hand. "Not crying under my watch."

"But I... I just ruined everything before it even started!"

"You don't know that."

"Oh, c'mon Aaron. If the girl you liked got drunk and did what we did with a guy she just met, wouldn’t you be mad at her? Wouldn’t you feel hurt and betrayed?"

"He may understand" he said after a few seconds of silence. "You said you were single, it isn't cheating."

"We had something going on, Aaron. And now it is gone."

"Oh, fuck!" he cursed, hitting the bed and making the food go everywhere. We could add Ben to the list of people angry with us. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have brought you here, or told you to have a drink when you said you didn't drink, or..."

"It is my fault, Aaron. Not yours. I said yes to all of that, you didn't push me to do anything" I said between sobs.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry" he said, moving closer and hugging me, my body shaking while I cried.

I had fucked up. And big time.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Happy birthday love!! (Or belated birthday)🩷🩷

Satoru gojo, funny, "You landed in jail how?" (Maybe featuring nanami)

Ryomen sukuna, funny, "You look really thirsty, have you considered drinking water?" 🌶

Whichever sparks your interest 🩷

thank you so much!!! 💙💙💙 For this one, I went with the Gojo Nanami request, only because another person gave the exact request for Ryomen (Which, Is coming I swear!) Also, because the idea of Gojo bailing Nanami of all people out of jail is so funny to me.

Now Presenting...

Starring: Nanami Kento and Satoru Gojo

“Come on Satoru, pick up..” You muttered softly, nervously tapping your own shoulder. “I only get one of these..” The ringing of the phone seemed to go on forever, until finally,

“Hello?” Satoru answered, though, questioned is the better verb to use here. The man was more confused than a boomer trying to use twitter.

“Hey, Gojo! How ya doing? I hope I didn’t wake you.” You laughed nervously, trying to ease our way into what you were about to say.

“Y/n why the fuck are you in jail?” He asked, passing at least half of his confusion onto you.

“Wait, how did you know I was in holding?!” you asked, pulling the bottom of the receiver close to your face and stepping closer to the phone booth, as if sharing a secret.

“The operator told me the call was coming from the prison, I had to accept the charges.” He informed you. Oh.

“Huh, I didn’t know it did that.” You admitted.

“That's why they asked you to say your name Y/n. so they could tell me who was calling from, ya know, jail.” Oh. 

“Is that why they had me say my name? I thought it was so they had a record of it to prove I got my call.” Which, is not a bad theory to be fair!

“You’re so drunk.” Satoru almost laughed, starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together. 

“Yes I am!” You proudly announced, “And I have to pee really bad, there is no bathroom here, just a toilet. You should come get me. Fast.”

“You want me to come bail you out?” Satoru chuckled, finally starting to wake up, “With what money?”

“The money from the bail fund you keep for when shit like this happens!”

“I regret telling you about that, you know. It wasn’t an invitation to get locked up!”

“If it’s not an invitation, then why have it?” You challenged. Satoru shook his head even though you couldn't see it. He was grinning though. He knew who his friends were. 

“Whatever. I’m going to call Nanami and pick him up on the way, he’s probably the guy you want dealing with the cops.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it! Kento is here with me!” You cheerfully announced. 

“Hi Satoru!” Nanami yelled in the background from the holding cell. Gojo expected a lot of things when he got the inevitable ‘I’m in jail’ call from you, but a Nanami Kento guest appearance was not one of those things.

“What?! Why is Nanami there?!” 

“He punched a cop.”

“He what?!”

“He. Puched. A. Cop.” You said, loudly and slowly, being sure to enunciate every word. Sometimes you really had to spell it out for the strongest. “Hey Satoru, I gotta go- this pig is oinking at me to get back in the cell-”

“Wait, I-”

“Byyyeee!! Please come soon!” You sang, the line going dead before Gojo could answer any of the questions he had. Kento Nanami Punched a fucking cop?!

🚨🚨🚨

“Are you here to pick up the two drunkards!?” A particularly stressed cop asked as Satoru walked into the station, startling him out of the script he was writing for this encounter. 

“Um…Probably?” Gojo asked.

“Thank god.” The policeman exhaled, scrambling to grab out the bail paperwork for you and Nanami, “They haven’t shut up since they got here. The blonde one keeps trying to unionize the other inmates, and the other one keeps offering doughnuts in exchange for freedom.” Yep, those were Gojos' friends. Is this what it was like to be the responsible one? He hated it, Kento could keep this job. As Satoru finished up the paperwork, the tired bastard from behind the counter went to retrieve his two delinquents.

“For the last time, you can not unionize prison inmates!” Gojo could hear the arguing before he saw anyone’s faces.

“That union busting and it’s illegal.” Nanami said, “But, I’m not surprised. Cops break the law all the time.”

“Yea, what he said!” You added, “Keep this up and piggy wont get a doughnut!”

“I don’t even like doughnuts!” The cop snapped, “I have a gluten intolerance!” 

“Weakling,” Nanami scoffed as the three came around the corner, “How are you going to be ruined by a protein? Just tolerate it.” Satoru noticed a darkening bruise on Kentos cheek, and a cut on your lip. Jesus, what happened?

“Gojo!!” You yelled happily as you saw your friend, running into his arms. “My heroine!” 

“Yea, I think you mean Hero,” Satoru quickly corrected you, not wanting any of the feds to get the wrong idea. “Come on, let’s get you to the car.” He said, giving you a quick hug in return before ushering you and Nanami to the car. 

“Can we go to Ihop?” You asked as you crawled into the front seat.

“Sure, as soon as you guys tell me what happened.” Satoru said as he started the car.

“We got arrested.” Nanami said as he buckled up. Gojo rolled his eyes. 

“You landed in jail, how?” Satoru clarified. 

“Oh, easy!” You laughed, “Kento and I went out for a drink after our mission, and some guy thought it would be a good idea to try and get handsy with me. So we got handsy back!” You smiled.

“He called me a Ken doll!” Nanami snapped, “A ken doll! I am very clearly a barbie!”

“Buddy, I don’t think that was the insult you were supposed to take from that.” Satoru giggled.

“What else could he have ment?”

“He was calling you dickless Kento.” He explained. You could see the math flashing and flying before Nanami's eyes as he tried to process the words coming out of his friend's mouth. He finally shook his head.

“No, I don’t think he was trying to fuck me.” He said. You nodded in agreement.

“Yea, he definitely had homophobic vibes.” You added. 

“No, that's-You know what? It doesn’t matter, let's go to Ihop.” Gojo shook his head. He just wanted to get some carbs into his drunken friends, and thankfully they seemed to want the same thing, as they howled in joy at the idea.

[anonytitty]

Alhaitham piss hcs

due to lack of alhaitham piss content I have come to provide

Doesn’t have a piss kink but finds himself in these situations where he has to go badly quite often

most of the time if his urgent and kaveh is at home they get into an argument bcs alhaitham is pissy (get it? The pun? I’m so funny) with a full bladder

alhaitham thinks hes sneaky but kaveh can tell how weak his bladder is. In fact kaveh is the one with a piss kink but doesn’t go so far as to force alhaitham into situations where he pisses himself.

when alhaitham pisses he heaves, whether it’s a light or heavy heave depends on how full his bladder was. (Did I use heave correctly? My English isn’t so good)

alhaitham used to experience accidents during his akademiya days in his dorm room where he held it because of his workload, but no one found out and he will take that secret to the grave.

when close to having an accident his mind starts to blank because he doesn’t like (fears) not being in control and his last resort is clamping his thighs together and pushing his hands against his crotch

is a light but frequent leaker. He can’t help it. Sometimes the leaks turn into accidents.

alhaitham holds for hours at a time despite him half assing his work and having a lot of free time ,bcs the walk from the akademiya to his house takes quite some time and his a pee shy guy, preferring to piss in his own toilet, plus a lot of students go to him for opinions and he needs to interview graduates to decide whether they receive funding and it takes a long time.

bounces his leg under his desk quietly when he needs to go

sometimes he takes a plastic bottle from his secret recycled collection in his office when he really needs to go and has held it in for too long, careful to avoid pissing with too much noise in case a student barges in suddenly. Most students just assume he likes to drink green tea when they see the bottle. Also a really awkward experience for him when his pissing beneath the table with his thighs holding onto the bottle under the desk while he talks to a student, whilst trying hard not to piss bcs pee shy.

if the leaks become so much it’s visible he’ll use his half cape thing to cover himself. Thankfully people don’t really notice his presence or care enough, so nobody (except kaveh but alhaitham doesn’t know that) knows about this but alhaitham can’t help but feel embarrassed when he has to do this

there may or may not have been one time where kaveh sneaked a diuretic into alhaithams morning coffee and took alhaitham keys with him, and came back to see alhaitham crouching and gripping onto his crotch, with his thighs rubbing together and bouncing in a desperate attempt to hold. kaveh hid when he saw that and decided to wait a bit longer to test the waters (GET IT??? THE PUN???) and when alhaitham seemed very close to pissing himself than did kaveh decide to save him the embarrassment and step onto the grass and signal his return extravagantly so that alhaitham would think he just came and can pretend to be alright by standing up so fast an un alert person wouldn’t catch it. kaveh, on the other hand is very observant, and didn’t miss the small trail of piss trickling down his black leggings, but kinda sad that he doesn’t get to see alhaitham face and wet crotch bcs the moment he opens the door alhaitham just runs in and locks himself in the bathroom. (Alhaitham had the accident just was the door closed, his black leggings drenched is piss)

that’s it for now, I might type the above point into a fanfic. Meanwhile drop your alhaitham omo bcs and your scenarios below, I really really would love to see them!!! (I am deprived pls I’m begging you)

also why did it take so long for this to appear in the hashtags I’m new to this app lol

[dragoon811]

I have had a shitty week. Can someone manifest me some good vibes?

Sunday started nice. Monday was a holiday (Family Day) so I got some extra weekend. I was looking forward to it - then Elder Child crawled into my bed just past midnight with a fever.

Monday she stopped eating after lunch (two bites of banana), but was drinking water.

Stayed home Tuesday to help her combat the fever. Wednesday morning she had no fever so my daycare lady was able to take her and I went to work. She kept me updated etc all day.

My gut didn’t like how much she was sleeping so after work I decided to take Elder Child to the children’s hospital. Convinced my husband to pack me a bag, thinking they’d throw Tylenol at us and we’d sit in the waiting room for 8 hours to be told it’s an ear infection/sinus infection…. But I got home to her and her fever returned. (And my period started. JOY.)

Loaded her into the stroller, threw myself in, and off we went! Waited in line at triage.

Triage called us, we weighed her, we talked. And I said I was concerned because she hadn’t eaten, the fever was back, my sister was diabetic and I was starting to worry because when she was sleeping I couldn’t rouse her easily, and her breath smelled and basically asked them to check her blood sugar.

So they did. (This was NOT an enjoyable experience for Elder Child.) it was at 2 - new to how Canadians measure shit, I’m really glad the little screen added in red: “CRITICAL LOW”.

The nurse made a phone call and stressed, surprised, that Elder Child was alert.

Upon the second attempt at a reading because it was low, Elder Child was more prepared. She kicked, she fought, she puked all over herself, and bolted for the emerge doors.

Ok. Skip a second test. (Note: I did not pack spare clothes.)

We were taken right back to a room in the emergency wing. Unsettling.

Then a flurry of people - a lady trying to help Elder Child adjust and calm down. Nurses. Doctors asking questions. (Another note - I have not slept well in 2 weeks, am hearing impaired, and now overwhelmed and scared. Not a good combo.)

Gave Elder Child a nasal spray to calm her (this resulted in another bolting for freedom, also thwarted), another blood check….and once the spray started to work, we tried to prep her for an IV/blood draw.

This was ALSO strongly disliked. More holding her down. I did a lot of crying.

We went through the symptoms - tummy hurting, drinking some water but hadn’t peed in like 6-7 hours, fever, sleeping constantly, not eating. Ended up doing ultrasound, X-ray. Ten bottles of blood (and she FREAKED). Finally got her to pee. Yes, she peed on me.

Refused food. Refused popsicles. Refused juice. Started IV - first sugar bolus. Then hydration. We named the IV robot Frank. Elder Child, loopy from the spray, patted it and told it it was doing a good job. Also, during our walk to ultrasound, said she was Frank’s pet puppy and he was taking her for a walk, see her leash? 😅

Spent the night. (Another note: my daycare kept her sister until bedtime. And we arranged to take her as soon as she woke up because we cannot trust my husband with her care.) Lots more holding her down and blood checks.

Also please note: Elder Dragoon wails and screams when distressed. She was very distressed. I felt really sorry for the staff because I couldn’t calm her.

In the morning she managed to eat a bit! Yay! Tried to disconnect the iv - sugar went down. Hooked her back up. Spent the day trying to get her to drink 100ml of apple juice.

Ended up discharged at almost 4pm - diagnosis: fever, causing hypoglycemia. Apparently kids don’t have as much stores as adults and the fever was burning through what she DID have.

So I spent today waking her every 4 hours and getting her to eat or drink. It took her an hour to drink half a juice box. But by dinner today she was improved and actually had food. And accepted popsicles.

Still have to get her eating or drinking again in about 20min. Then set the timer back.

I just want a full REM cycle of sleep. I am SO fucking tired.

[shameboree]

ATTIC GOBLIN ?

YEAH SO when we moved in there was like this wadded up pair of pink panties in the basement that hadnt been there a few days before when we did our final walkthrough or whatever right. and then my fuzzy socks would go missing and some leggings and then our fucking FORKS which were DISCONTINUED so we cant even replace them!!!!! also the toilet paper would run out like super fast and i drink A Lot of diet dr pepper so i DO pee a lot but this was just fucken ridiculous!!!!! anyway so our one old roommate suggested ghost but me n polks were like fuck off this is OUR house!!

anyway so one day im slumped down on the couch w earbuds in having a good time and my friend kos comes downstairs to brew his sleepy ass some fresh shit tier coffee at like 5pm on a weekday. tbh i was talking about one of my homebrew blorbos being harassed and having just a great time with it so i didnt want to speak to anyone and just EXTREMELY avoided eye contact n sank as deep as i could into the bigass pillows of our honestly very nice goodwill upper middle class grandma couch. the point of that is when you walk downstairs and turn into the kitchen you cant really see me at this angle and i am DEAD SILENT bc my keyboard was apparently made of marshmallows or smth AND im metal gear box stealth mode trying to not be noticed here so i can talk about my barbies being menaced uninterrupted.

SO because of all that when kos came back downstairs for his coffee which had been brewing for probably not very long but i was in the Blorbo Zone where time is fake so i couldnt in good faith give an estimate he did NOT see me. well while hes in the kitchen puttering around i just start losing my shit on account of my blorbarbies in agonies brings me Such Joys and i think this startled him so bad he has to take a stress shower because i heard the bathroom door SLAM and the water start running. at some point after this polks comes home from work and starts pissed off nagging us over WHO MADE THIS COFFEE MESS IN MY KITCHEN!! kos comes downstairs for the Commotions and apparently the coffee pot was sitting on the counter with some fresh coffees while the rest of it fresh waterfalled all into our silverware and pots n pans spaces HOWEVER!! MYSTERY TIME!! he has not been downstairs since he started brewing his trash sludge.

INTERMISSION: THINGS TO NOTE ABOUT OUR HOUSE: the back door is literally INCHES from the downstairs bathroom. the attic is not a panel or ceiling access its just a door right by all our bedroom doors and it wont latch which was So Annoying bc the cats were UNREASONABLE THIRSTY to get up there so we had to install a loop n hook latch to keep it shut but whichever one of us did that goofed it up pretty bad bc the door is still perpetually cracked open like probably a full inch and a half. id love to take the credit for this but i think it was polks who is absolutely phenomenal at fucking up installations of things. OTHER NOTABLE THINGS ABOUT POLKS: her single biggest fear on this planet is shit like Crawlspace Man. just Some Guy living in your home without you knowing. also we have a dark little crawlspace down in the basement, for ambience

MOVING ON at this point i still dont give a shit about anything happening around me because i am inflicting sufferings upon my from scratch blorbo BUT my brain is putting the pieces together which i then immediately do a toddler vs 1000 piece puzzle it took you a year to assemble and just totally waste that shit from my thinkspace bc i wanna play DOLLS instead. polks and kos are also putting their little pieces together but they are Not braindead dipstick idiots like yours truly so they decide to check the whole haus bottom up, starting with the crawlspace. great news! the crawlspace is empty!! other older news: i def heard the cabinet ruining coffee fuckuper come down from upstairs.

i forgot to mention that for this househunt polks armed herself with our fucking broom and was wielding it handle side out because It Has Reach and a knife would Escalate The Situation. anyway they make their way upstairs and i am doing absolute jackshit nothing to help because, again, i am fucking brain poisoned to prioritize oc cummies over every single thing on this planet. its in my fucking genetic code. so while im fuckin useless theyre up there talking about how fucking weird this is and scuffling around or whatever but the second they go into the attic its dead silent and NOT because they go silent but because the attic is some fucked up sound void and past the first 3 steps you can hear total fuck all from outside. at this point my little toddler brain realizes this puzzle is actually indestructible so when kos and polkie are out of the void audible again i Already Knew i had to start being a fucking adult instead of playing barbies which DID feel like a personal affront.

tbh i dont even remember how polks reacted bc i was so CMON MAN!! at our attic dweller for cucking me bc now i gotta call the fuckin cops AND change the locks AND i still gotta get up at 420 in the mother blessed am for work, so basically this entire stunt was a hate crime against me specifically.

we dont really go in our attic much and never even bothered fetching the cats when they went up there but we HAD been up there before so when i went up there and saw fuckin blankets and takeout containers and also some clothes stuffed into drafty holes it was like, kind of Obvious that yeah some bitch was stealing my forks and not paying rent and eating all my toilet paper and FOR SOME REASON had the audacity to ALSO go ahead and pour out a cup of coffee in BROAD DAYLIGHT while we were OBVIOUSLY HOME. the fucking NERVE!!

so!! thats our Event that i honestly forget happened most of the time. we actually refer to them as Attic Dobby i think on account of my THIEVED socks but then of course attic dobby became sexy dobby as is the natural progression of things. we have many big tity dobbie drawings around the house and we love to show them to guests. i may have lost some forks i cant fucking replace so ill never have a matching set again BUT now my house has so many slutty big tit thong and louboutin adorned dobbys that kos and i have bonded so much over drawing that it all evens out in the end and i definitely dont get mad about the forks ever. less important than dobbys big naturals but still notable: exposure therapy works as polks no longer has the Crawlspace Man Terrors!

[lemoncrushh]

Too Far From Texas | Chapter Twenty-Three

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I caught the flicker of a smirk on Harry’s face when I came around the corner, joining him on the sofa. It had been my third trip to the bathroom in less than an hour. I pretended to watch whatever was on the television, but I was disinterested. My stomach was in knots. When I finally heard Harry giggle, I glared at him, his hands behind his head as he stretched.

“What?” I asked with knitted brows.

“You’re sitting like you have a pole up your ass.”

“Stop,” I swatted at him. “I can’t help it. You know I’m nervous.”

“I can tell. You’ve gone to the bathroom four times.”

“Three,” I corrected. “When I get nervous, I get dehydrated so I drink a lot of water. Therefore, I have to pee.”

“Therefore…” Harry mimicked, pulling me into his lap, “you’re so fucking adorable.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” I pouted in his arms.

“Make fun? I just said you’re adorable.”

Just then, I heard the ding of the doorbell. My eyes grew wide, and my face went pale.

“Help,” I mouthed as Harry chuckled again, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

“You’ll be great,” he whispered.

“Should I stay here?” I adjusted myself on the couch as Harry stood.

“If you want,” he shrugged.

I considered the idea of joining him at the door to greet his mother but thought better of it. “Yeah,” I nodded. “I’ll wait here.”

“‘kay,” he said sweetly, brushing a curl from my face and cupping my cheek.

I watched his broad back muscles as he walked to the front door. I could feel my knees shake and my teeth chatter inside my mouth, and my palms went clammy. I tried my best not to eavesdrop as soon as I heard voices, but I couldn’t help but relax a little bit at the cheeriness in their muffled tones.

As soon as they turned the corner, I rose from my seat, wringing my hands. My eyes shifted from Harry’s face to his mother’s and back again. He gave me a reassuring nod just as Mrs. Twist stepped towards me.

“You must be Stacey,” she said both excitedly and calmly, if there is such a thing. Her smile, which mimicked Harry’s, was nothing short of spectacular.

“I am,” I nodded, catching myself before I slipped and called her ma’am.

“I’m so happy to meet you,” she conveyed, coming closer to me. It was then that I realized she wanted to embrace. Had it been anyone else’s mother, I might have hesitated. But this woman simply glowed from within, giving off an inviting aura that stated she was a hugger. And I was fine with that.

“Harry’s told me a lot about you,” she continued as she pulled me into a tight squeeze.

“Really?” I let slip before thinking. Why was I surprised?

“All good things, love,” she chuckled in my ear.

When she released me, my eyes locked with Harry’s again as he continued to grin with pride. For which woman, I was unsure, but I liked to think it was both.

“You two have a seat,” he suggested. “I’ll get us drinks.”

I was about to protest, seeing as I didn’t need anything else to make me go to the bathroom, but decided against it. Instead, I turned to Anne and asked how her flight was.

“Long,” she rolled her eyes, removing her sunglasses from the top of her head and running her fingers through her long, dark hair. “I slept for some of it.”

I was about to comment about my own flight from the UK, but wasn’t sure how much Harry had actually told her about me, and if that included our pre-Christmas vacation at the Marchburrough Inn.

“You must still be tired,” I said instead.

“Hmm, yes,” she nodded. Then she leaned over and patted my hand. “But I’m excited to meet you. Harry tells me you’re an author?”

I let out a breath, instantly feeling myself relax. “Yes,” I beamed. “My co-author and I are almost finished with our second novel.”

“That must be thrilling! So you write with someone else?”

“Yes. Well...for now. She’s my co-worker, and also my best friend. When we started writing together, it was just for fun. But we soon realized we had a great story that deserved to be published.”

Anne nodded with a smile. “I would love to read it myself.”

Harry returned with our drinks then, which I noticed were clear, but no doubt had alcohol in them. I watched Anne beam at her son as she took her glass, and I found myself mesmerized by her. She was radiant, even if she was jet-lagged.

“I almost bought a copy to read on the plane,” she continued before I realized she was still talking about the book. “But I reckoned that would seem like I was sizing up my son’s girlfriend before I’d even met her.”

“Mum,” Harry shook his head.

“No, it’s okay,” I waved my hand. “I probably would have done the same thing. But lucky for you, I brought you a copy. You can read it on the flight home.”

Anne grinned at me the same way Harry did when I’d said something he liked. “Thank you, that would be lovely.”

By the time our glasses were empty, I was feeling much more at ease. Anne was very easy to talk to, which I should have expected from her being Harry’s mother. I still sensed she was a bit skeptical of me, but I didn’t blame her. I caught her eyes when they watched Harry’s hand take mine or when he’d make a tiny gesture like pushing a curl behind my ear. She didn’t seem to be uncomfortable in any way, and in fact I caught her smiling a couple times when Harry or I would talk about the other. She laughed when we shared the story of how we met, coffee-stained blazer and all. And I definitely caught the motherly pride in her face when I spoke about my own children.

Soon enough, Anne announced that she was indeed ready for a nap, and that she would join us later for dinner. Harry took her bags to her room, returning with the cutest grin on his face.

“She loves you,” he mouthed.

“You think?” I giggled softly.

“Yeah,” he nodded, slipping his arms around my waist. “But honestly, who wouldn’t?”

I sucked in my lips as my hands traveled up his arms. “She’s very nice,” I whispered. “And very beautiful.”

“As are you.” He tapped his finger to my nose before placing a soft kiss on it. “I told you so, I didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I chuckled as he pushed my hair from my shoulder and his lips found my neck.

“Say it,” he murmured against my skin.

“Say what?”

“That I was right.”

I sighed as he continued his seduction, reaching my ear and keeping me from scoffing at his cockiness. “You love to be right, don’t you?”

“Just say it.”

“Fine. You were right.”

“Mmm,” he moaned, grinding his hips against me.

“Stop that,” I insisted, finally backing away from his mouth. “You’re mother is literally ten feet away.”

“What are we, sixteen?” he quipped.

“Might as well be,” I tilted my head. “She’s still your mom, and you’re still her son.”

Harry narrowed his eyes before dropping his shoulders in defeat. “Fine. You win.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him my own cheeky smirk.

“But I’m still right,” he added, giving my butt a pinch before turning for the kitchen.

“Here, let me take that,” I insisted, reaching my hand out to take Anne’s dinner plate. “I’ll clean up since Harry made this delicious dinner.”

“Oh no, dear, you’re the guest,” she protested.

“So are you,” I chuckled.

“I’m not going to make my son’s girlfriend do the dishes.”

Though I liked the fact that she’d called me his girlfriend - twice - I was persistent on doing my share in the kitchen.

“Don’t be silly,” I turned to Harry, shooing them both out of the room. “Pour your mother some wine, sugar, and go visit with her.”

As I set the dirty dishes on the counter, I felt Harry come up behind me, his arms around my waist.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.

I melted instantly, leaning back against his chest. “I love you, too. Now go.”

As I did the dishes, I could hear Harry and Anne chatting on the veranda. It made me smile. But it also made me miss my kids. So when I’d cleaned off the last of the countertops, I tiptoed outside and announced I was going upstairs to make a phone call.

“They’re probably already in bed, but not asleep yet,” I explained. “I’d just like to say goodnight.”

“Of course, darling,” smiled Anne.

With a smile of my own, I headed upstairs to Harry’s room to call Jasmine and Emery. My mom was staying with them at my place while I was away, so I pressed her number on my cell.

“I was wondering if you’d forgotten about us,” my mother criticized as soon as she answered.

“Sorry,” I apologized, not wanting to start a fight. “It’s been a busy day. Harry’s mother is here.”

“Oh. What’s she like?”

Nothing like you, I wanted to say but bit my tongue. “She’s really nice. I like her.”

“What’s his house look like?”

“Beautiful,” I sighed, lying back on the huge bed. “I love it here.”

“The girls miss you,” my mom remarked. “Jasmine and I were already in bed, playing games on my phone.

“Can I talk to her?”

I could hear Jaz’s happy sounds as I called them before she said, “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hello sweet girl. I miss you.”

I could hear my mother prompting her to say she missed me too.

“Are you having fun with Memaw?”

“Yes.”

“Are you getting sleepy?”

“Sleepy.”

I smiled, putting my hand over my heart. “I love you, and I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Love you.”

It wasn’t much of a conversation for most people, but for Jaz and me, it was more than enough. When my mom returned to the phone, she began to protest about having to get out of bed to hand the phone to Emery, but she quickly came to her senses and walked to her room. I could hear her instruct Em to bring the phone back when she was done.

“Mommy!” Emery cheered. “I miss you!”

“I miss you, too, baby girl. Whatcha been doing?”

“Just drawing on my iPad.”

“Of course. Is Memaw being nice to you?”

“Mostly.” I could detect the sarcasm in her tone and chuckled.

“Will you send me your artwork when you’re done? I wanna show Harry.”

I could hear her groan, her usual response to my asking to share her art. I never understood if she was embarrassed to show it, or if she was afraid it wasn’t good.

“Please?” I pressed. “I know he’d like to see it. You’re very good.”

“Okay,” she sighed.

“Just one.”

“Okay.”

“I love you, and I miss you.”

“I love you and miss you, too,” said Em. “Is Harry there near you?”

“No, baby, he’s downstairs with his mom.”

“Oh. Well tell him hi, and I love and miss him, too.”

I grinned widely and felt my heart leap in my chest. “I will do that,” I promised.

“I hope you marry him someday.” Em had mumbled it softly, and I almost wondered if I’d heard her correctly.

“What? You do?”

Emery made another sound like a groan, and I could tell she might’ve been regretting her words. “Yes,” she muttered.

“Why?” I could feel my heart beating in my throat then.

“Because he’s...really nice. And treats you good.”

“He is. And he does. But...what makes you say that, Em?”

“I dunno. I just like him.”

“I do too,” I agreed.

“Do you love him?”

I hesitated for a moment, only because Em and I hadn’t discussed those kinds of feelings yet. I hadn’t let her read the letter from Harry at Christmas, but she had seen my reaction to it. And she was such a sensitive and affectionate child. She knew what love was.

“I do,” I replied softly.

Emery giggled lightly. “I knew you did.”

“Yes, because you’re very observant,” I teased. “I’ve told you that before.”

“And ‘wise beyond my years’.”

“Yeah, that too. Silly goose.”

“I love you, Mommy. And Harry.”

“I love you, too. Sweet dreams.”

Harry and Anne were still outside when I came down the stairs, so I made my way to the bar to pour myself some wine and join them. As I grabbed my glass, however, I realized I could hear their words, and for a second I felt like I was eavesdropping on their conversation. Then I realized they were talking about me.

“I think she’s a lovely woman,” said Anne. “But that’s just it, Harry, she’s a woman. She’s already established her life.”

“I know that, Mum,” replied Harry. “And I’m glad I get to be a part of it now.”

“Now, yes,” Anne agreed. “But what about in the future?”

I stood still, waiting for Harry’s answer. This had been my very question, one I was trying to ask in England. But when Harry remained silent, Anne continued.

“She has baggage.”

“She has kids,” argued Harry. “They’re not baggage.”

“But don’t you think more comes along with that? Just liking her children isn’t enough, Harry. A woman like that wants commitment. She doesn’t want someone who may or may not decide later that it’s too much for him to handle.”

“I understand that,” Harry nodded.

“And what about your future? Kids of your own?”

“I’m...not ready to think about that now,” Harry admitted.

“Well, she’s probably thought about it a lot,” remarked Anne. “And she’s probably not going to wait too long.”

“I know that, Mum, okay?” Harry groaned, running his hand down his face.

I watched Anne place her hands in her lap before sitting up and leaning closer to her son.

“I’m not making your decisions for you, love,” she said so softly I had to crane my neck to listen. “I really do think she’s lovely. She might be good for you. And I can most certainly tell she cares about you. It’s written all over her face.”

“I love her,” Harry declared sincerely. I wanted to run out onto the veranda and scream I loved him too, but I remembered I wasn’t supposed to be listening.

“I know you do,” Anne smiled, placing her hand on Harry’s cheek. “It’s written all over your face, too. I’m just...giving you some things to consider - to think about. Because I can just about guarantee that Stacey is in this for the long run. Not temporarily. She’s not that kind of girl.”

Harry nodded as he sucked in his lips. Then Anne pulled him in for a hug. I took that as my cue to finally pour my wine. With a deep breath, I walked to the french doors and stepped outside.

“Mind if I join you?” I inquired.

“There you are, love, come sit,” gestured Anne.

A wide grin spread across Harry’s face as I took the chair beside him. Then he leaned over and kissed my cheek before taking my wine-free hand and threading his fingers through mine.

“How are the girls?” he asked me.

“Perfect. Em says hi and that she loves and misses you.”

His dimples dipped deeper though I swore I noticed a hint of a tear in the corner of his eye.

“You okay?” I asked, pretending I hadn’t overheard their conversation.

“More than okay,” he said, lifting his glass. “To Stacey.”

“Hmm, that’s nice,” I smiled.

“Ah, yes,” Anne agreed, joining in the toast. “Hear, hear!”

“Thank you,” I clinked glasses with the both of them, slightly confused, a tiny bit sad, but still very much in love.

I laid on my left side facing the wall when a touch awoke me from a lucid dream. I could feel his palm resting on my hip before it slid down my thigh and back up again. He repeated the movement several times, finally deciding to pull me closer to his body. His breath blew against my neck as he slipped his hand inside my sleep shorts, continuing his seduction on my skin. My flesh prickled beneath his touch as he cupped my bottom, and I found myself pushing against his fingers, grinding my hips and chasing the sensation that was pooling between my legs. I must have made a sound then because Harry pressed his hand against my stomach so that I was flush against him, his erection apparent.

“Hi baby,” he whispered, his voice raspy with a hint of a whine as his fingers slipped down the front of my shorts. “You wanna fuck?”

I let out a tiny moan, his finger sliding teasingly across my clit. I could hear his breaths quicken as he pushed up against me. My fatigue still hovered over me like a fog though I was now awake. I felt desire rush throughout my body as his fingertip entered me, and I arched my back.

“Let me fuck you, baby,” he demanded this time, his other hand reaching between us to tug on my shorts.

“Harry…” I groaned. “Your mother’s downstairs.”

“And on the other end of the house completely,” he confirmed.

I raised a brow, turning my head to look at him the best I could in the moonlight. “She still might hear.”

“Not if you’re quiet,” he growled in my ear, determined to get my shorts off. Finally, he managed to slide them down my legs with his knee and I kicked them off the rest of the way.

Surrendering to his request, I let him lift my leg and enter me slowly from behind. We began to move as one, our breaths even and in time with each other. As Harry started to speed up his thrusts, however, I couldn’t help but let out a sound or two.

“Oh God,” I cried.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his lips on my neck.

“You’re just so...unnnngggg…”

“Quiet, baby,” he instructed, though I could tell it was more of a game to see how silent I could be.

His thrusts got faster and deeper. I grabbed the edge of the mattress, my face in my pillow to muffle my moans, but it was useless. Harry pulled down the front of my tank top and pinched my nipple, making me reach back to tug on his hair.

“Fuck...Harry…”

“Shhh my love,” he teased. “Are you almost there?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s see how quietly you can come.”

I bit my tongue as I tried to stifle my cries. There was just no way I could be completely quiet with Harry. Not when he was fucking me like that. Suddenly I felt his body tremble behind me, and he moaned in my ear.

“Ohhhh baby, I’m coming. Oh fuck.”

He bit my shoulder to keep from crying out just as I reached the edge. I threw my head back and gasped. Harry covered my mouth with his hand and I moaned into it, breathing out through my nose. His thrusts became more languid then as we rode out our orgasms until he stopped completely.

We laid in silence except for our heavy breaths for a good two or three minutes until Harry released me and fell onto his back. Then I rolled over to face him.

“I’m not sure how quiet that was,” I remarked.

Harry chuckled, his arm over his forehead as his other hand touched my cheek.

“You are one sexy woman,” he declared.

I tilted my head and smiled. “Well, thank you.”

“I mean it,” he shifted onto his side and leaned on his elbow. His finger traced my lips and my chin. “You really do it for me.”

“I’m glad,” I said, sliding closer and capturing his mouth with mine.

Harry pulled me on top of him then where we continued to kiss until I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep.

I played with the hem of my dress as I sat next to Anne in the back of the car. I had changed my mind half a dozen times on what to wear to brunch, first thinking the floral sundress I’d brought showed too much skin, but with the cardigan I looked like I was on my way to a PTA meeting. Then I’d considered wearing slacks, but the only shoes I’d brought to go with them were heels that I wore to work, and I felt like I had enough to worry about that I didn’t need to add my feet into the mix. I finally settled on a light green button-down dress and tan colored flats. I felt comfortable and pretty at the same time, but it still did nothing to calm my nerves.

Nor had Anne’s reassurance that I would like Glenne and the others. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t nervous about liking them, but rather them liking me.

We pulled into a driveway next to a small building, that had I not known better, I would have thought was a house. As we rounded the curve, I noticed the back porch with several umbrella-covered tables. When we climbed out of the car, I saw the sign that indicated it was a tea room and that they served brunch on Saturdays and Sundays.

“Have you been here before?” I asked Anne quietly as we ascended the front steps.

“I have not. Isn’t it quaint?”

A woman in a mauve suit greeted us at the front door and lead us straight through the restaurant to the back. I followed Anne, taking a moment to look around the room. It was small and cozy with a fireplace on one end. When we reached the open french doors, I heard the sound of more voices and greetings, my stomach once again deciding to do a dance.

Almost immediately after I crossed the threshold, a beautiful young woman said my name, took my hands, and introduced herself as Glenne. I smiled and thanked her for inviting me. Then Anne and I joined Glenne at the table where two other women sat. My heartbeat, I was positive, was nearly audible when I learned one of them was James Corden’s wife, Julia. I was nearly starstruck, being a fan of his and his show. Then it dawned on me he was likely to be at the party that evening. I tried to keep my cool, only to learn the other beautiful woman was Meredith Winston. Finally in my head, I was able to piece everything together, or connect the dots per say, of little things I’d learned about Harry so far.

I looked at the menu the waitress handed me, trying to decide what to order. Glenne insisted mimosas were the way to go, so I ordered a peach one along with eggs benedict served with salmon and fresh fruit.

The ladies chatted for a bit, sometimes asking me simple questions about myself. I was fine just sitting and listening to them, however, since they already knew each other and obviously led much more interesting lives. Just when I was feeling the nerves begin to shed away, however, my head popped up when I heard someone say, “there she is.”

I’d thought I’d heard someone mentioned the name Cindy. I even knew that Harry was friends with her because he’d told me. But I was finally putting two and two together. Cindy Crawford stood right in front of me.

Anne rose from her chair to embrace her, and I stood as well out of courtesy. I blinked several times, not wanting to give myself away, but it was all too surreal. Cindy had been a supermodel when I’d been a teenager. She’d been on the cover of every single magazine I’d bought, and then some. And she still looked the same, just...older. I felt my knees buckle at the sight of her.

It was Anne, bless her heart, who brought me out of my daydream. Her hand on my back, she graciously introduced me to Cindy.

“How do you do?” I nodded and extended my hand.

“Ah the infamous Stacey,” she grinned. “C’mere girl.”

Cindy pulled me in a surprising embrace. I hugged her back, feeling both awkward and comforted in a strange way.

“So glad to meet you,” she said.

“You too.”

“Please, sit,” she waved at the table. “Enjoy your meal. I’m fashionably late, as usual.”

The rest of the women laughed as Cindy took the empty seat between Anne and Julia. I nibbled on my food and sipped on my mimosa as I listened to the various conversations. As suspected however, the topic eventually came around to me.

“Stacey, I hear you’ve written a book?” inquired Meredith.

“Yes,” I smiled.

“You haven’t read it?” piped Cindy.

“No, you have?” Meredith made a face.

“Of course,” Cindy replied. “As soon as Harry told me about her, I bought it.” Then she looked at me. “It’s great, by the way. Couldn’t put it down.”

“Stalker!” quipped Glenne.

“You…” I swallowed hard, my hands folded on my chest, “you read my book?”

“Don’t look so surprised, hon,” Cindy grinned. “H is a good friend, and we visited one day. He had his own copy of the book with him. You should see all the notes and folded over corners. That’s when I knew something was up. I asked him what was so special about that book, and he said the writer.”

I sat still for a second, suddenly with the sensation that everything around me was far away. My ears felt like they had cotton in them though I could hear a couple “awws”. Then my chest began to rise and fall, my throat went dry, and that was when I knew the waterworks were coming. I leaned against the table, my elbow propping up my arm as I rested my head in my hand. My upper body trembled as I willed myself to control my emotions, but it was too late. Anne’s hand came to rub my back as the first couple of tears fell.

“I’m sorry,” Cindy said softly, reaching her hand out to me across the table. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“No,” I shook my head, wiping my eyes hastily. “No, it’s okay. I’m sorry. I feel like such a fool.”

“Oh, don’t my dear,” cooed Anne.

“He’s really smitten with you, you know,” offered Cindy.

“He definitely is,” Glenne agreed.

“He loves you,” Anne whispered so only I could hear.

I lifted my head to look at her. “I love him, too,” I mouthed.

“I know,” she nodded.

I gazed around the table at all the concerned eyes and the color rose in my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to get so emotional. This is just...too much? Not...too much, like I don’t like it. Just…”

“It’s quite alright,” said Julia. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Listen,” voiced Glenne, “we all adore H. But one thing we all know, is that he’s a very private person. I think he told Jeffrey about you first. And then Cindy and Rande…”

Cindy nodded.

“But Jeff didn’t even tell me until Harry informed him you were coming to L.A., and he was buying your ticket. I knew then this was something serious, and I had to meet you. I hope this didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

I looked at Glenne’s pretty face and around to the others’.

“I admit I was nervous as hell,” I chuckled. “What must you think of me? But you’re all so kind. It’s no wonder Harry has you in his life.”

“We feel the same about you, love,” said Anne.

“So far,” Cindy winked.

We all laughed then, and I felt all my tension melt away. When we decided we’d had enough mimosas, we all hugged and said our goodbyes until that night.

“Thank you again,” I told Glenne. “For everything. It was so nice, and I’m glad I got to meet everyone before the party.”

“Now you can relax,” she agreed, holding onto my upper arms. “Have a good time tonight, and we’ll be there as your friends, not strangers.”

“I like that,” I smiled.

Maybe I’d been worried over nothing. Everything was going to be okay.

On the drive back to Harry’s house, I pulled my phone out of my bag, just to text him that we were on our way. That was when I noticed I had a text from Lorelei.

Wow, the paparazzi moves fast.

Underneath was a link which I tapped. It took me to a website with the headline:

HARRY STYLES’S MOM AND MYSTERY WOMAN OUT TOGETHER

There was a picture of Anne and me arriving at the tea room. Luckily, that was it; nothing from the back porch with the other women, for which I was grateful. But it was the photo below that surprised me most. It was of Harry and me at the Stevie Nicks concert in Houston, months before. Below it, the text read:

Harry’s mystery woman is seen again! This time with his own mother!

Again? So that photo had been posted before?

Suddenly, a delicate hand covered the screen and I looked up to see Anne’s face.

“Don’t look at that, love,” she shook her head. “You don’t want to get sucked into that nonsense.”

“But...how did they…”

“Doesn’t matter,” she interjected. “Best to ignore it. It’ll only drive you crazy.”

My instinct to call her ma’am again was adamant, but I bit my tongue and turned off my phone and dropped it in my bag.

“Have you decided what you’re wearing tonight?” Anne inquired.

I smiled at her, grateful for her persistence to change the subject and make me feel better in the process.

“Well, it’s nothing fancy,” I replied. “Just a black dress.”

“That’s perfect,” she beamed. “And I have no doubt you’ll look absolutely gorgeous.”

She patted my hand, once again making me like her even more. I covered hers with other my other hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

Yes, everything was going to be fine.

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[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 172 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting the French tamarisk in my garden.

JON: "Ah, hold up. Uh, I, I need to, um…" MARTIN: "Now? Seriously? We’re almost out of here." JON: (kinda breathy) "I’m sorry. Not really up to me." MARTIN: "Fine." (sigh) It is actually a really shitty thing to do, to react to physical needs of others like that, making them feel bad about it. I speak from experience and I’m sad to say that I was the shitty one. I taught myself to ignore my bodily needs, I drink very little, I eat very little when it's an inconvenience for me in any way. My spouse drinks the amount of water a human normally should to stay healthy and therefore has to pee a lot more often than I do. In the past I also reacted annoyed when we were out travelling and they had to seek out bathrooms while I wanted to push on. I realized how shitty that was of me and while it is hard to change my thinking pattern I don't blame them anymore for needing a quick break.

JON: "If you’re bored, you could always… take in a show." MARTIN: "That’s – That’s not funny, Jon." JON: "If you say so." Is Martin really so averse to the statements? We know for Jon it feels good to let it out, all that has build up. And the fear around him feels good. But also, he's the Archivist, it's his thing. It really is a bit as Jude put it. Leeching on all the other fears, feeding off of everything, not just the victims in his domain. Martin does have Eye in him, but is it enough that the fear of victims, who are not in his domain, does something "positive" for him? Jon may imply here it's not all bad for Martin with his "if you say so", he surely could Know that. Or he's just dismissive of Martin's sour mood.

That "pause for laughter" is what gets me most in this one. Being watched and judged and mocked. I don't have any experience with addiction/substance use, so the others stuff doesn't really get to me.

Also can we appreciate the soundscaping? It's so good!

Okay, scratch the "only pause for laughter gets me", those hooks, piercing through all kinds of Francis' body parts make me wince every time... But that's more the territory of body horror.

MARTIN: "I went exploring, alright? I don’t know why; I shouldn’t have." JON: "No, y,you shouldn’t have!" Martin going exploring in a Web domain... Not suspicious at all! Still teasing Web!Martin.

MARTIN: "Being here – (sigh) I-It just makes me second-guess all of it, and I – I don’t like it, it – really scares me." That's fair in a Web domain. Almost ventures into Spiral territory here...

JON: "Knowing… Seeing… i,it’s not the same thing as… understanding." Yeah can relate. I can be really good at coming to conclusions, or identifying if one thing has something to do with another thing, or doesn't. But there are also a lot of times where I am fully aware of both things and it just takes me sooo long to connect the dots.

JON: "pattern of consequences and subtle nudges, but I, I can’t – I can’t hold them all in my head at the same time." That's how I describe TMA to others. Like it's so good at surprising because it has such a vast lore. And when things come together it still makes sense, like you feel like "Oh yeaaah, right, there was something about that!"

JON: "Would you like to leave now?" MARTIN: (…decisive) "Yeah, screw this place. Never liked the theatre anyway." That is so funny to hear from someone who likes poetry XD I always thought it’s a rather similar art.

@a-mag-a-day

[iwait4youalexg]

Hiii I’m getting a cat soon and I was curious how u got ur son, did u adopt him? And do u have any advice for soon to be cat owners?

Yay I'm so excited for you!!! Yes I adopted Percy. When I went in I had a few cats in mind but I did notttt think I was gonna take home a kitten. Kittens are definitely really tough so personally I would go for an adult but I've heard if you do want a kitten you should adopt 2 so they can be properly socialized. Like Percy just grew up with me so now he can be pretty aggressive with the other cat and even my dogs because he's not used to sharing 'his' territory with other animals. I'd definitely recommend checking out the youtube channel jackson galaxy he makes videos on just about everything you need to know about cats but off the top of my head I'd say

get a hard carrier. The soft ones come in cute colors and are collapsible but they suck and its sooooo much easier to just be able to close the door. Try to encourage a good relationship with the carrier - have it out in the room so they can explore, give them treats/meals in it so they know it's a safe place. I regret so much that I didn't stress this. Getting him in the carrier is a nightmare

It is more expensive but wet food is really so much better. It's really important for cats to be properly hydrated, especially with boys who are more prone to UTIs and urinary issues. I started Percy on Hill's science diet bc that's what they sold in the shelter and it's not bad ("the worst wet food is better than the best dry food") and I also like Weruva, though it's expensive. I give him Weruva BFF now which is slightly cheaper. Chewy is the best . I give him majority wet food now but I sprinkle a little dry on top bc he still just likes dry food

Speaking of hydration tbh Percy has no problem drinking water when he pees it sounds like someone left the faucet running but there's a lot of fountains out there that make cats wanna drink more

World's Best Litter is really good. It's also the only one I've ever used. It's made of like corn I think and I believe it is septic safe

Toys - very important. Cats need to be intellectually stimulated (I am not kidding). I think Jackson galaxy probably has a video on toys. I would try to stay away from toys with feathers because I've heard if they chew on those it can get lodged in their digestive tract. Percy really loves these little plastic springs, but honestly when I first got him I bought him all these toys and he just wanted to play with a crumpled up receipt. so do what works for you

Treats - Churus are great. The vet gave one to Percy when he had to get his first shots and he was so into it he didn't even notice. Percy goes apeshit for them now though so I will warn you that could happen like if I throw away the tube he will dig through the trash to lick it

When you first bring them home, limit their space at first to just one room. Percy spent his first few days in my room only so he could be acclimated to the change in environment and not get scared

Lmk if you have any more questions!! Good luck :)

[attackfish]

Hi! First off, your headcanons are fantastic, wonderful, marvelous, a blessing to the fandom. Second, could you write more of that AU where Zuko and Azula are Iroh's children and Lu Ten was Ozai's (if you feel like it ofc)? In the last post I can find Iroh had escaped from the palace with his kids and was rallying his old troops and getting ready to fuck shit up, and I'd love to see what happens next. Thank you in advance and sorry if you've already been asked this!

So there are several posts after what you asked here, and I sent them to you by pm and that is all fine and dandy and I just wanted to address what happens when I am asked the same thing by multiple people: I have more prompts to fill, and I fill them. It is the opposite of a problem, please don't apologize. Anyway, continued from: [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], and [Link].

1. When we left off, Zhao was on his way to the Fire Nation, a prison cell, and then execution. His fate seems sealed. But Zhao is a schemer by nature. He's not very smart, so his schemes are rarely any good, but he schemes them with great enthusiasm. And one of the crew members of the ship taking him back for trial, makes the tactical error of taunting him with the prospect of being in a cell right next to his precious fake Firelord Ozai. But is it a tactical error, really? At least for Zhao's guards onboard ship? Because he does in fact quiet down and stop making trouble for them, after they threaten him with a good time. Because now Zhao has a goal, and his goal is to reunite with Ozai, and help his preferred Firelord escape. In short, he comes to the capitol prison full of enthusiasm, and plans, and he tells these plans to ozai when the guards footsteps echo from far away down the hall, so that they think the guards are too far to hear.

2. Zhao's plan, to heat the stones of the wall between their cells, and then splash ddrinking water on them, so that they crack and give way, and so that they can then do this to the outside wall, and slip out, isn't exactly a great plan, but Ozai is incapable of doing anything for himself anyway, instead of simply stealing the credit after the fact, so he agrees to go along with this.

3. So Zhao continues to cause problems for fun and profit, like sure it benefits his cause to make problems for everyone, but also, he just really enjoys it. He's like my poodle puppy, if my poodle puppy were evil and stupid, instead of precious, and the smartest boy in the world. So nothing like my poodle puppy. But one thing he does share with naughty puppies the world over, is that, well eventually he figures out that if he uses his drinking water to crack the stones of their cell wall, he's going to die of dehydration, so he starts peeing on it instead.

4. Horrifyingly, this works. And thanks for the fact that it is absolutely disgusting, and none of his guards actually know that this use of urine is part of an escape attempt, nobody wants to go investigate, they just assume he's a horrible gross man. Ozai who does in fact know what's up, is in fact contemplating executing Zhao after this is all over, so that no one will ever know about this.

5. But as terrible as this plan is, they are in fact able to break through the walls, and then to the outside wall, and realize that they are in fact several stories off the ground, which makes things a lot less simple than they were thinking while in their cell, and well, to make a long story short, Ozai falls to his death while trying to climb out, while Zhao makes it all the way down to the ground before the guards start chasing after him, and he decides when the guards reach him, that he is going to make a last stand, because he would rather die fighting, than await execution. The guards oblige him. It's all very convenient for Iroh, who no longer has to think about what to do with his brother, or arrange Zhao's trial. The only thing he has to worry about is the minor expense of repairing the capital prison tower. As a final kindness to his brother, he doesn't even tell the world about the pee thing.

[werewolf-femboy-maid]

"Manages multiple projects simultaneously while working on tight deadlines."

call me insane but I think this is another example of ableism esp. with neurodivergence. like bitch I can't even remember to drink water until I've almost passed out and I have to be under pressure???

ok and also this looks like an example of how todays companies are assigning more work to less workers. like maybe if y'all weren't so fucking greedy, multitasking wouldn't be as prominent. like what. I had to do 3 peoples jobs at my fuckng thrift store. like what is this.

like ive already accepted the world is a cruel place and I need to not give up if there is hope for anything good ever again. and I did learn a lot about myself and how to handle it when things are too ouchies in my brain.

so idk I guess im just pissed that working yourself to complete exhaustion just so you can hope to live in a place is just annoying to me.

regenerative farming is how we will stop this madness. no more grind. except grind weed on farm after waking up at 5 am and getting all the chores for the day done by noon. or something. (this is after a system is kinda figured out, which will take loooooots of work, but hey better than feeding a fugly ceo

I also really hate the idea of professionalism more and more. like what sick fuck thought it would be a great idea to turn the workplace, where you get money to literally survive, into a place where no one feels like they can be themselves and those that are too naive just get taken advantage over... maybe im just projecting now....

I have the sad. I was so angry today and I made it without prolonging the argument to over 2 hours :") I slipped up but at least I learned something.

man ok im good again. basically im gonna see the migration duck movie it looks so good I was waiting for it all last year

man I know professionalism sucks. a lot of things suck. but if anyone is struggling with negativity like I am, I will tell you that you deserve to take time out of your day to go cry if you need to. your eyes need to pee just the same as your bladder do.

idk who reading this but you got it man, you got it going. much love <3

[pensat-i-fet]

A Manchester Affair (Rúben Dias): Chapter 6

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When she woke up a couple of hours later, Lucía felt like a new person. Her body still felt weak, but most of the symptoms were gone.

She was no longer feeling hot because of the high temperature, but because of Rúben's body next to hers. He had also fallen asleep, but not before putting his arms around her to hug her tightly. She tried to get up without waking him up but the moment she moved, his eyes opened.

"Are you ok?"

"I am, yes. A lot better".

She tried to get up now, but he stopped her. "Don't move. I'll bring you whatever you need".

"It's ok. I can get up. I don't feel dizzy anymore and it'll be good to move a bit after spending the day laying down", she said, stretching.

"I'm serious. Stay here. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Rúben", she said, trying not to laugh. "I need to pee. You can't help me with that".

"I can take you to the bathroom…"

"Oh my God, stop it!", she told him, laughing at how serious he actually was.

She could notice his eyes following her while she walked to the bathroom. And when she got out, he was still sitting in her bed staring at her.

"See? All good!"

"You almost fainted in front of me a couple of hours ago. Don't judge me for worrying".

"Yeah, well, migraines suck".

"I've never had one".

She frowned at him. "I hate you".

And that, finally, made him laugh.

"Rob brought me food, you can have some if you want".

"Rob?"

"A colleague from work", and then she realised what time it was. "Shit! I missed the match! What happened?"

"3-1 win for United".

"What?", she was shocked by that score. Arsenal had not lost a match this season. In fact, they had won all of them. "Who scored?"

"Ummm, two from Rashford and the other goal was scored by the new guy".

"Antony?"

"Yes, that one".

"I'm so happy for him", she said, with a huge smile on her face. He was a good friend while they both were at Ajax.

"Let's celebrate by eating".

"So, do you get these migraines often?", asked Rúben while they ate.

"Not really. I have 2, maybe 3 per year. They knock me out, though".

"Is there anything you need? Medicine or something?"

"Hydrating is the main thing and", she looked around to notice she had finished the drinks Rob brought, "I ran out of drinks. Great".

"I'll go buy more", he said, already getting up.

"Rúben, you don't have to. I can just drink water".

"No, I'll go. It's fine".

Just as he said that Lucía’s phone rang. She had many messages she still didn’t feel like answering. 

"Hi, Scott. Congrats on the win!! You want to come to see me?", she looked at Rúben, who nodded. "Sure. When will you be here? Ok, see you in 10. Bye".

"I'll go get the drinks. You can let me know when he is gone and", he continued, looking away from her, "if he doesn't leave, I'll leave the bag outside of your door".

"You don't need to hide from him".

"You say that, but your face says otherwise. It's fine. I just care about you being fine".

"Rúben".

But he didn't listen. He just left, and a couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"Hey".

"Hi! You don't look so bad".

"Thanks?", she laughed.

"That came out wrong. My mum used to have migraines and she looked terrible after them. I expected the same for you but you look the same. Maybe a bit paler. Have you eaten?"

"I just did. I took a nap that did wonders for me".

"Amazing", he said, giving her a hug. "Do you need help with anything?"

She thought about the plan for the rest of the day. "I need a shower. I feel gross".

"I can't help with that. Erik won't like it".

She rolled her eyes at him and laughed. "How about you take the clothes off my bed so we can put clean ones when I'm done showering?"

"Yes, Ma'am", he said with a salute.

**

"I can stay with you tonight if you want", said Scott while he helped her make the bed. "You have two spare rooms".

Her mind went to Rúben. His mood had changed when he found out Scott was coming and now this…but she wanted him to stay. The problem was she wanted Rúben there too, but that wouldn't work. How did she find herself in this situation?

"Hold that thought. I need to text someone before I forget", she told him, leaving the room.

Lucía: Scott wants to stay here to make sure I'm fine but I can tell him no.

Rúben: do you want him to stay there with you?

Lucía: I mean, it would give you a break from looking after me. You’re probably tired of me 😂

She saw the three dots showing up and disappearing multiple times until he sent a simple "ok". She didn't know what to answer back and then another text showed up telling her he was leaving the drinks by the door. It made her feel horrible for him but she hadn't done anything wrong, right?

Lucía went to tell Scott that it was ok for him to stay.

"Should we watch a movie?", he offered. And she nodded.

When she heard some noise outside the door, she ran to it.

“I’ll be back in a second, my neighbour was picking something up for me”, she told to a confused Scott.

“Ok”.

“Hey! Rúben!”

When he turned around he looked at her like a teacher who was about to scold a child. “What are you doing out of the house? Go back inside. What if you faint again?”

“I won’t. I needed to talk to you. And thank you, for everything”.

“No need to thank me, it’s just what friends do. I’m sure McTominay would have done the same if he didn’t have a match today”.

Instead of stopping to think about the meaning of his words, she just hugged him. “Thank you”.

And when she turned around, she noticed the door was closed and she didn’t have her keys. 

“You’re not going inside?”, asked Rúben.

“I’m waiting until you leave so you don’t realize I’m locked out of my house and I have to ring the doorbell”.

She only heard a light chuckle and his footsteps as he went back upstairs.

**

The next morning she woke up feeling fine. A bit tired but the migraine was definitely gone.

"Morning little Lu".

"Morning Scott".

"You look good. Are you feeling better?"

"Fresh as a daisy", she smiled.

"Good. The team was falling apart without you".

"I know".

Once everything was ready, they both went to wait for the lift. And because fate seemed to want to laugh at her, when the doors opened, Rúben was there.

"Morning", she said.

"Morning", he answered back.

He and Scott looked at each other, not knowing how to react. Scott knew she had a couple of City players as neighbours, but she had never mentioned who.

"This is awkward", he said, laughing. "No offence, mate. It's just funny she lives surrounded by another team's players. She works for my team, you know? We need to find you another apartment, Lucy. Or you can move in with me".

Rúben didn't really answer. He just made a weird noise that she guessed kind of sounded like an agreement.

The door opened and they all got out quickly. Lucía noticed Scott putting his hand on her back. It was a gesture that meant nothing to them. But what would Rúben think?

She turned to look at him but found him already turning to go to his car.

"Bye! Have a good day!"

"You too", he answered without really looking at her.

**

"You ok?", was the most asked question she had that morning. Everyone was treating her like she was going to break or something. While she was still mad at herself for getting sick on matchday. She kept asking all the players for updates on their fitness but they insisted on asking about her instead. 

"I'm fine, guys! Can't you see?", she said, hoping it would stop their nonsense.

"Yeah, it seems like Scotty looked after you really well", said Bruno, and Lucía could tell what he meant with his tone.

"Really funny".

"What? It's true. He ran to look after you like a knight in shining armour. Didn’t even stay for the post-match talk".

"Leave it", she heard Licha say, "you are making her uncomfortable".

She sent him a look that said thank you.

"I'm just saying that you and Scott can stop pretending. No one cares if you two are dating or doing whatever it is you’re doing".

"But we are not dating!", she said to Bruno, annoyed at him.

"Who aren't you dating?", asked Scott when he was getting closer to their table.

"You".

He laughed. "Well, yeah. I knew that much".

"Then tell your teammates. They love gossiping".

"Well, you didn't even say goodbye after the match to go to her. And you are always hugging and stuff like that. And you spent the night at her place. I don't know, you can't blame us for assuming", tried to say Bruno to defend himself.

"Yeah, I spent the night there in her spare room. I'm not going to apologize for looking after my friend", he shrugged. 

“Whatever you two say”, said Bruno, not convinced. 

And with that, they all moved to the next topic and left her alone…for now.

**

On the way to her apartment, Lucía changed her mind and pressed Rúben's floor on the lift instead of hers.

"Hi. What are you doing here?", he said when he opened the door.

"I wanted to clear the air between us. And to apologize just in case Scott’s comments offended you. He’s just…he says the first thing that comes to his mind without thinking".

"It's alright".

"And, you know, the next few weeks are really busy with European matches and things like that so, we won't see each other much but I just wanted to say that and see you, I guess".

"Ok".

She was about to say goodbye and leave when he finally talked. "We can see each other on Wednesday or Friday, maybe".

"Sure. I'll check my calendar and let you know", she smiled.

"And maybe we can do something outside of here?"

"What do you mean?", she was confused by his comment.

"Like, go have food somewhere. Go watch a movie. I don't know".

A part of her wanted to say yes, but it sounded too much like a proper date and the idea of it scared her. Between these walls, she felt safe. How she would feel outside remained a question mark. 

"Sure. I mean, friends do that", she said with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah. Um…I need to go meet the team soon. Sorry to cut this conversation short".

"That's fine. Have a good trip and match". 

"Thank you".

And after a quick stare contest, they said goodbye and she left. Even an idiot could tell that didn't go too well but what was she supposed to do? Rúben confused her a lot sometimes. And she didn't like that. She did like him, though. More and more every day. And it terrified her.

**

That next Friday Lucía met Rúben, who she hadn’t seen at all since Monday. After some debating, they decided to go to the cinema and maybe grab some food afterwards. He was buzzing after scoring his first Champions League goal and she couldn't help but love how he talked about it. Like a kid who just got his favourite toy.

“So you like horror movies?”, asked Rúben while he drove them to the cinema.

“Yes. It’s a family thing”.

Even though that sounded like the simplest comment, it made her remember how bad her relationship with her family was. They had barely talked in the last 10 years and the last time they did, her dad praised her ability to always find an excuse to avoid visiting them. But she knew how that visit would go and that she'd be much happier avoiding it until it became literally impossible to do so.

“Family tradition of watching horror movies then?”, laughed Rúben. “Your Christmases must be fun”.

Lucía just said yes and changed the subject. Talking about her family with other people was always the hardest thing to do.

The movie ended up being just alright but she had a good time watching it. It had been a while since she went to the cinema.

“Did you enjoy it?”, she asked Rúben when they both were on their way back to the car. 

“Can I say no without you thinking I’m a coward? I didn’t like the jumpscares”.

That made her laugh. “It’s ok. It wasn’t great. I’ll make you a list of good horror movies that don’t just rely on silly scares”.

“Or we could watch a comedy”.

“Are you going to sleep with the lights on tonight, Dias?”, she teased him.

“I might. I'll have to hug you extra tight if I have a nightmare”.

And she had to bite her lip to not laugh at his cute reaction. The movie didn’t scare her at all. 

**

The rest of the evening had gone well. But there was something about Rúben’s behaviour that made Lucía uncomfortable. And she felt bad about feeling that way in what was a stupid vicious cycle. 

“Today was great, don’t you think?”, Rúben asked again when they were about to fall asleep.

“Yeah, it was fun”.

“It was. It was nice to be out together and just do things together in general, right? We should do it more often”.

“Yes”, she said, giving him the smile she knew he wanted to see before cuddling him and closing her eyes.

That night he didn’t make her sleep with the light on because he was scared about a movie, but he managed to scare her with his words.

[spock-pewds-louise]

Wow, uh okay so there's a thing going on with Pewds...

He got an urine infection, and that's just an annoying thing for humans to have but its apparently deadly for cats if not treated fast. Like I'm talking 3-6 days of having it untreated can be fatal😖

I texted the vet on saturday night and told them what was going on and if it was normal or what I should do, they answered at 6am on saturday (cuz who sleeps anyways? Clearly not me)

They told me to call the emergency vet and tell them, I did and he called the only open vet in the area, AND then we had an appointment asap.

I called mom and she basically ran out the door (and told me she didnt even take time to put on a bra xD)

She came and picked me and Pewds up, let me just say that shes like almost 15mins away, but she got here f a s t

We arrive and I tell the vet that hes been struggling to pee for almost 2 days, hes hissing and growling (not to me or the other cats), hes drinking water and have been kinda meh on the food.

I changed the food cuz they all started to throw up by the food theyve had for 10years...

And I told him I havent been the best at changing the litterboxes, or emptying them...

And the cats are fucking champs, they will only go in the box, even if. But it's not a "wow my cats adapted to my depression, awesome" its fucking serious, if fucked up BAD.

Because, the food I started giving them gave Pewds more crystals, cuz cat food have that for some reason, and if you dont change out sand and poop scoop often, that can ALSO give them urine infection.

AND its "common" for elderly and sterile male cats to get the infection, so that's a thing to remember.

Is it my fault? Dont know, could I've prevented it? Possibly.

Am I gonna be fucking better? Absolutely!

Back to the status of Pewds

After he stopped being all drugged up, he just looked genuinely pissed, which I get.

Drinking water, trying to pee, sleeping A LOT and only when I pick him up and put him on my lap, he starts to seem like Pewds again🥺

Headbuts, washing my face (trying not to remember hes constantly washing himself), purring and holding onto me in his sleep.

I've been inside the bathroom with him for hours, towel, a pillow and a blanket, and I've been up against a wall and Pewds on my lap or close to me as I've slept (and my neck and ass hurts like hell) hes peed on me, and I've let him cuz poor boi.

His wet food, given by the vet, that smells worse than any other I've smelled:

Come sunday night, 3am.

I've googled and learned all I wrote on top, and I'm sobbing, having a full on panic attack, just holding him and breaks and try not to cry on him.

I call the emergency vet dude again, tell him it's me from Saturday morning, update him and let him know about Pewds current behaviour and if it's ok, is it normal?

I tried not to cry on the phone, but I basically thought he was declining cuz of me.

But!

Everything is as it should be, all hes doing is normal, sleeping more is fine, didnt eat ALL the wet food? As long as hes eating, hes fine.

Randoming peeing with a tiny but of red colouring? Normal and fine.

So I calmed down, and sat with Pewds until I went back out to sleep. Woke up 3 hours later, put him in the cage and sat it in the hallway and I cleaned the bathroom, since it stank of piss, now hes just sleeping and relaxing, he seems fine, and nothing is screaming danger.

Google have helped, I talked to a dude I have on xbox cuz hes had a cat that *died* cuz they didnt catch it in time. So I'm lucky, Pewds is lucky.

Now we're just waiting for tomorrow, Tuesday, to see what the vet says.

Updates this post then.

Here is a fresh pic of him now:

Jk

[thundertempo]

Basics

Name: Bunny

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Food(s): Spaghetti, Habanero chicken wings, tacos, curry (Thai or Japanese Golden style)

Drink(s): Iced Coffee, coke, bubly water (most flavors)

Book(s): For The Classics Pride and Prejudice and Dracula. Howl's Moving Castle, Discovery of Witches/All Souls Trilogy. If manga counts: One Piece, Dorohedoro

Author(s): I don't typically follow by author, but I really like anything Tamora Pierce puts out (me not caring its for tweens one bit)

Song(s): This changes on the daily so no :D

Movie(s): Legally Blonde, 10 Things I Hate About You, The House Bunny, Bridesmaids, The Heat, A Knight's Tale, The Hot Chick, The Little Mermaid, But I'm a Cheerleader

TV Show(s): It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, Project Runway, What We Do In The Shadows, Dragula, Archer, Bob's Burgers, Brooklyn 99, The Good Place, Sailor Moon (literally any), Card Captor Sakura, One Piece obviously,

Band/group(s):

Place(s): my house in my bed

School Subject(s): Choir lol

Sport(s): Dance, gymnastics and I occasionally get into Football, but let's be real I'm more interested in the gay commentary and cheerleaders

Male Actor: Fuck that.

Female Actor:  Kaitlyn Olsen is literally the only one I can put down without being like "but this person is kinda shit". She's not in much outside of Always Sunny, but she goes 101% on her roles and physical comedy.

Life

Best Friend: Sair, my ride or die, the forever captain to my navigator. She's not on tumblr anymore, but if you wanna enjoy some blasts from the pasts you can find a lot of our old cosplay still up at @dapper-and-duedly (mine links to what used to be my main and is now my rp blog so you can see my dumb ass :D) my spouse's usopp cosplay is on there too but you didn't hear that from me

Significant Other: Tiger they are also not on tumblr anymore, but can occasionally be found logged into my stuff on accident on my main tumblr @thiefcats where they will say hello. Or if we DM if someone ever writes 'poop' or 'pee' randomly that's them just saying hello.

Dream Job:  in a perfect world voice actor? If going back to school was something i had the energy to do then therapist or labor and delivery nurse

Tattoos: An owl on my left ankle representing my grandma after she passed. I'm starting to make plans/save up for my Nami tattoo, which is going to be hers surrounded by flowers

Piercings: Ears - double holes and right side tragus, nose (stud), septum and medusa

Languages: English y muy poquito Espanol (I am better at picking up context than speaking it)

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Reason Behind URL: One of Nami's attacks. I've had this url forever, I think at one point i considered RPing her back when I first made it and never did. When I came back to tumblr and discovered I still had it I was like "yes, that's going to be for RP if I ever do it"

Reason Behind Icon: Red Nami because I love Red Nami

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Why You Joined: After getting back into writing and writing several a dirty fanfiction, I realized how much I actually missed RPing Nami.

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