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seneon · 18 days

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have you kissed before? ─── sae itoshi x fem! reader.

about. college roommate! au. ooc sae (just a bit), minor toxicity. fluff? romance? idk. wc of 700+

notes. for @hyoismbbg here's your sae fic ugh

two months of sharing, sleeping, and breathing in the same room as itoshi sae, star student of the college. and still, you have not gotten quite comfortable with him yet. i mean. who would?

a student with a different gender is doing all of that daily activities with you. how does he feel about it? does he care? is he comfortable? does he ever complain about it to the dorm prefects to beg for a change of rooms?

no. simply because, he has no other choice but to share, sleep, and breathe the same air as you, student of another course, and student of the opposite gender. all the itoshi could do was bare with until the end of the semester until the dorm rooms changed again.

however, it is quite uncomfortable to have someone with him always if he isn't in class, just sitting there either studying or on your laptop. in the purest of silence, you never spoke a word to him. not even if there is a bug or two that needs to be settled. all you ever did was point at it and expect him to flush it down the toilet.

so when you finally decided to speak to him, it was an odd question. out of everything you could have asked to get to know your roommate of two months. you simply asked the most ridiculous question ever and expect him to coolly reply.

“have you ever kissed before?”

itoshi sae tore his gaze away from the book of physics theory and locked his gaze on you. you who laid like a lifeless ragdoll with your sleepy gaze stuck on the ceiling with the dim lights.

it was always around this time where you would go to bed. there is no specific time to sleep, it ranges. but so far as sae knows, it was between 12-12:30am. his teal eyes then glanced at the digital clock beside the desk of his room side and it was already 12:38am. way past the time where you would already be silently sound asleep.

he looks back at you and raises a brow. “i haven't, to answer your question.”

you mouth formed an ‘o’ in surprise. “woah, i overheard someone saying you've kissed quite an amount of girls.”

sae’s face twisted into a grimace. “do you just.. believe in random rumours around town?”

an unsure hum you let out, as you say up straight, kicking your blanket away. “i wanted to prove them wrong,” you said as the itoshi scoffed. “well then. have you ever kissed before?”

you shook your head and let out a sigh. “a shame, i know. i’ve gotta keep my lips pure and untouched until the man of my dreams kisses it and stains it dirty.”

“oh? and who's this man of your dreams?”

“you.”

the young redhead lets out a little laugh. a little mocking laugh at your answer. before he ceases the little entertainment and figures you are actually quite serious about it. “guess i’ll stop studying and grant you your wishes, yeah?”

your eyes watch as he comes closer than you and without a single thought or other words, ace student itoshi sae already has his lips locked onto yours.

how weird. the two of you barely talked. and now he's sitting on the edge of your bed, fingers gently holding your cheek, and his lips locking with yours. his lips taste like coffee for some odd reason. perhaps for the sole factor of staying up all night studying theories on physics.

for a fact that you've never had your first kiss before and it was so simply taken away by your roommate, you honestly have no idea how to react to it. you didn't know it'd worked so well, even if it was a little prank or a silly dare given to you by your friends to kiss the college's most popular boy.

you were unsure of it, but even if you've never had any feelings ever for this man, now you do. and oh dear, you wish this isn't another of itoshi sae's tricks to entice a woman.

only itoshi sae himself knew how much he wanted to put his lips on yours and discover all of your secrets and the story of your life through your lips. how selfish of the both of you. to be kissing without knowing each other's true motives.

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ricciardonorrisleclercgasly · 1 year

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Honeymooning: Charles Leclerc.

Not my photos/Gifs

EXPLICIT CONTENT: UNDER 18s DO NOT INTERACT

Requested: yes by the wifey @ireallydontknowdudee

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: poorly written at 5:30am, stupidly dirty smut.

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Prompts:

NF17 - "how did i get so lucky to have you in my life?"

NS7 - “shh, there’s people in the next room”

NS8- “if we get caught I am NOT taking the blame”

NS20 - the wedding night.

A winter wedding was all you had ever dreamed of, right from being a little girl, and now that dream was becoming a reality with the man you loved more than life it’s self.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride” Charles wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you in tightly, kissing you hard whilst the cheers of your friends and family filled the room.

The rest of the day was amazing: a gorgeous meal, surrounded by the most beautifully decorated Christmas trees; speeches from all the people you loved the most; dancing and drinks and just the feeling of being surrounded by love and happiness, what more could you want from this?

As the night came to an end the band announced your final wish of the evening. “Thankyou all for attending the wedding of Mr and Mrs Leclerc, as the couples last request of the night please can all the guests leave the wedding hall whilst the couple have their last dance of the night.” The hall emptied of the few remaining guests, hugging and kissing you both as they left. You joined Charles on the now empty dance floor, he embraced you in his arms as your final song of the night started to play. You swayed in each others arms, savouring every last second of this moment. “Today has been the most perfect day of my life” you smiled up at him in the twinkle of the fairy lights, “the most perfect day of your life so far” he giggled back at you kissing you gently on the forehead.

As the song came to an end you thanked the band and the few remaining staff for a wonderful evening and headed up to the wedding suite. Charles stopped just as you got to the door, “come here” he smiled, scooping you up off your feet. “Charles” you gasped completely taken by surprise. “What it’s a wedding tradition” he giggled carrying you into the bedroom. The room had been decorated with rose petals and candles, during your absence, and a bottle of champagne stood on the table beside two little glasses dressed with a tiny strawberry on the side. “It looks like there’s still time for us to continue the celebrations” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He popped the champagne and poured you both a glass as you collapsed onto the sofa beside you. He slithered in next to you pulling your legs on top of his and handing you a glass. “To being married to the most wonderful person in the world and a long and prosper future together” he said raising his glass to you, you clinked the glasses together. You both sipped the champagne in a harmonious silence, just enjoying the quiet time together as the start of your honeymoon.

“You know, we haven’t done EVERYTHING that we should do on the wedding day yet?” He said with a serious look on his face. “Oh god, please don’t tell me we forgot something” you said, a million thoughts racing through your head. “Don’t worry mi amore, it’s something we can do right now” he smirked, taking both the glasses and placing them on the table. He leant over the top of you, kissing you passionately, as you realised what he had in mind. You kissed back into him, your hands coming to rest at the nape of his neck. He guided you to your feet, spinning you around to face away from him, kissing down your neck as he slowly unzipped your dress. As the material dropped to the floor he spun you back to face him, taking a moment to admire your beauty. “I am the luckiest man in the world” he smiled before picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, kissing you some more as he went. He carried you to the bed, placing you down carefully as he went. As soon as there was the slightest gap between you two your hands went straight to the buckle on his belt. “Someone’s eager” he giggled, helping you to undo the belt and sliding his trousers off, he loosened his tie and popped the first couple of buttons on his shirt, slipping them both over his head with ease. Just before he tossed them to the floor he rescued the tie from the pile, “this is going to come in useful” he smirked, pushing your hands above your head and tying them to the headboard. He pressed soft delicate kisses all along your skin, starting at your lips, fluttering across your jaw and neck, trailing down your stomach. Running his fingers along the waistband of your underwear before sliding them off completely. He nipped at your skin with his teeth in between the delicate kisses before burying his head between your thighs, lapping at the wetness with his tongue, the tiny prickles of his stubble tickling at the sensitive skin. His tongue circling at your clit, you jerked underneath him, unable to grip into his hair as your hands were restricted away. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him and moving with an unrelenting pace. You could take it no longer as your hips bucked vigorously into him, “oh baby” he moaned into you as your rode out your high all over his face. Charles reached up and released your hands as he slid off his own underwear. You reached down to play with his throbbing member as he swatted your hands away. “Uh-huh, this is all for you darling” he said as he brushed it lightly against your swollen folds. You braced yourself as he lined himself up to you, no matter how many times you did this he always took you by surprise at first. You could feel every single muscle tense around him as he pushed gently inside of you, as you adjusted to his size he slowly started to thrust in and out of you, building up his speed and force as he went. Your nails dug deep into the skin on his back as you moaned loudly. “shh, there’s people in the next room” he giggled into your neck, still not giving up any pace. “if we get caught I am NOT taking the blame” you moaned into him. You could feel his body tensing against your own as he got close to his high. His thrusts faltered as he released the warm and sticky liquid inside of you, feeling him collapse against you pushed you over the edge once more.

You both laid entangled in each others limbs, safe with each other. “I love your Mrs Leclerc” he smiled down at you, pecking your lips gently. “I love you Mr Leclerc” you grinned back at him.

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certifiednatelover · 14 days

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TV. N.STURNIOLO

toxic!nick x m!reader

warnings: ANGSTTTTTTTT, swearing, mentions of ED, use of y/n, No happy ending NO PROOFREAD

summary: one fight can change your whole perspective on someone.

(lyrics will be in bold)

(NICK WOULD NEVER DO THESE THINGS BUT ITS JUS FOR THE PLOT)

Y/N's POV:

Tears cascade down my cheeks as I look up into nick's eyes.

"WELL MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST BREAK UP!"

Those words reply in my head like a broken record as I run out of the house. I've never seen this side of him. He's always been so caring, I never suspected this to happen. Slamming the door, I quickly exit out of the house and run until my legs start to hurt.

That's what happens when you fall inlove..

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It's been 3weeks. 3weeks and no apology.

I check the time on my phone, 12:30am.

I'm a mess. I haven’t been eating or drinking ever since the argument at Nicks house. One minute we’re laughing and cuddling, Second minute we're screaming at each other.

I'll try not to starve myself, Just because you're mad at me..

FLASHBACK TO 3WEEKS AGO:

3rd person POV:

"HE WAS BEING ALL HANDSY ON YOU NICK!"

"NO HE WAS NOT! I'VE KNOWN HIM SINCE HIGH SCHOOL."

"THEN WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME ABOUT HIM??"

"I DON'T NEED TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING I DO! JESUS Y/N! ITS NOT MY FAULT YOUR SO INSECURE WHEN IT COMES TO ME BEING FRIENDS WITH MEN!"

"I'M NOT INSECURE! HE WAS GRINDING INTO YOUR ASS ON THAT DANCE FLOOR! I DON'T WANT YOU TO DANCE WITH OTHER MEN BECAUSE I'M SCARED YOUR GOING TO LOOSE FEELINGS FOR ME!"

"WELL MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST BREAK UP!"

Y/n looked up at Nick with tears running down his cheeks, Nick had a look of anger and guilt plastered on his face. 2 seconds later Y/n runs out of the house, slamming the door.

"shit shit shit.."

PREASENT:

Nick's POV:

I knock on Y/n's door with a look of guilt plastered on my face. I knock again and again, hoping he's awake. Finally, Y/n opens the door.

"I'm so sorry i look like this. I'll get my wallet real qui- Oh.."

He looks up at me with a hurt expression.

"what do you want Nick.."

I look down at him.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry about everythin-"

"save it Nick. We broke up. I was a shit boyfriend and you were right, I am insecure. I was insecure that you would cheat on me even though you would never do that to me. I don't want to hurt you anymore."

I get taken back by the sudden confession.

"wait wha-"

"You deserve better Nick."

Y/n closes the door while I try to explain that I'm sorry. I sink down to my knees and break down in tears.

It was all my fault..

Yours truly, R.A.Y.Č.E.K☆🍓𖦹🍒𖦹☆

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ggukkiedae · 3 months

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BTS Miya Gears Up for Her First Solo Promotions Completely Without Her Members

12:30AM || February 1, 2024

MIYA drops a flirty polaroid picture as a teaser for her upcoming comeback!

ARMY were eagerly waiting for the next episode of “Cook With Me, Yeah?” on January 29th, excited to see which of MIYA’s friends would be featured next, but the episode hasn’t come.

Instead, once the clock struck midnight on February 1, 2024, MIYA posted a polaroid photo on her instagram story captioned "shhh! something's coming on valentine's!".

ARMY believed it to be MIYA teasing another set of photos of her with her boyfriend NCT Mark, given them posting each other on Valentine's Day having become a yearly tradition since their publication in 2020.

However, the official BigHit X account posted the same polaroid fifteen minutes later, revealing the polaroid to be a teaser for her upcoming pre-release single titled "SHHH!", which fans are anticipating to once again be a sexy concept.

The pre-release single will be released on February 14 at 6 p.m. KST, a month before the release of MIYA's next mini-album "reppin'" on March 21.

Are you excited for MIYA's return?

In the meantime, watch MIYA in her variety show "Cook With Me, Yeah?" on the BangtanTV Youtube channel or on Weverse!

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patchworkgargoyle · 3 months

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🩸 A Steddie Big Bang Fic 🌙

Chapter 4

story by: @patchworkgargoyle || art by: @mcdadarts || playlist to come by: @steves-strapcollection Rating: E || Words: ~3.5k || CW: graphic depictions of violence, blood drinking || Full tag list on ao3! || Posting: weekly Fic title from Wolf Like Me - TV On The Radio

It had taken two hours–two whole, entire hours, from 12:30am to nearly 3am–for Munson to get enough things together for him to feel ready to leave for Steve’s house. He’d kept getting distracted, rifling through his room like he’d forgotten almost everything he owned and each uncovered trinket was a noteworthy discovery. And Steve was annoyed.

Dustin and Chrissy managed to keep Eddie on track, somehow, and Steve knew if they hadn’t they’d never have left before the sun came up. All he’d done was sit in the doorway to Eddie’s room and complain that they were wasting time. How many damn band tees did a guy need, anyway?

When he saw Eddie try to put his infamous lunchbox into his patched up duffel bag, Steve put his foot down. “No, you’re not bringing that into my house.”

“I’m an entrepreneur, Harrington, don’t tell me I can’t keep up my business. One that you’ve personally partaken in, in fact, so you being stuck up about it isn’t gonna fly.” he replied with a tight smirk.

“Business?” Dustin asked, but went ignored by every teen.

“If you’re still out making–” Steve glanced at Dustin. “Making money, running around town, that messes up the plan. And you can’t have them come to my house either.”

Eddie grit his teeth, clearly trying to bite back a sneer, then tossed the lunchbox onto his bed a little rougher than Steve thought was necessary, narrowly missing Chrissy who was unfazed. Steve just rolled his eyes.

There was an awkward moment of silence, then Dustin spoke again. Bluntly. “Eddie, are you a prostitute?”

Eddie burst out laughing, loud and unrestrained. Chrissy choked out a giggle, hand over her face. Eddie doubled over with his arms wrapped around his waist and Steve’s eyes were drawn to the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, dark lashes fanned over his cheeks while tears started to clump them together. Swallowing, Steve looked away and ignored how his face heated at Dustin’s question.

“Jesus H. Christ, kid, that’s a new one,” Eddie said around his poorly contained cackling, wiping at his eyes. “I’m a creature of the night, not a man of the night. There’s a difference.”

Of course, Dustin wasn’t deterred. “What’s in the lunchbox then?”

It was then that Eddie scooped up the joint he’d rolled for Steve off the floor, like he’d just remembered it was there, and shoved it into his pocket. “Something I’ll tell you about when you’re older.”

“No, you will not,” Steve said firmly, glaring at Eddie who held his hands up in surrender in a way that was distinctly sarcastic, a glint in his eye like he knew he was pushing Steve’s buttons. It set his teeth on edge. The dimple that appeared when Eddie smirked and winked at Dustin made it worse.

But, eventually, they were on their way. Chrissy drove off after promising to stop by Steve’s in a day or two, and also after extracting from Steve a promise to keep Eddie safe. She and Eddie had hugged for a long time while Steve loaded Dustin’s bike into his trunk, which did nothing to convince Steve there wasn’t something going on between them, but at this point it wasn’t really his business.

On the way to drop Dustin off, the kid asked Eddie an endless stream of questions which Eddie could only answer half of. Was he able to go out in sunlight? No. What happens? His skin starts to boil and blister. Did he have a healing factor? Yes. Could he turn into a bat or a wolf? He fuckin’ wished.

When Steve parked in Dustin’s driveway, Dustin was in the midst of asking, “So who turned you?”

“Uh, wasn’t a ‘who’ as much as it was a ‘what.’” Eddie leaned into the space between the front seats, tilting his chin up and pulling down the collar of his shirt. There was no missing the scarring on Eddie’s jaw, but it was shocking to see how far it went down, and how ragged the scarring really was.

“Did you get used like a chew toy?” Steve asked, which got a snort out of Eddie.

“Bet you’d know all about that, huh?” he teased. Steve’s lips pursed and he hoped it was dark enough they couldn’t see the flush in his cheeks. He shouldn’t have said anything.

Before Eddie could start explaining, the front door swung open, spilling light onto the driveway and Claudia stepped out, hair in curlers, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, and wearing a deeply worried frown. Dustin cursed under his breath and scrambled out of the car with a hasty goodbye.

“You’re welcome!” Steve said, but Dustin slammed the door shut before he finished, trapping the following sigh within the leather upholstered interior.

He only half-listened to the muffled conversation between the Hendersons, having heard the worried questioning brushed off too many times to count, now, and returned the smile and wave Claudia sent his way before they went inside.

“Kid’s really got an ego,” Eddie said with a nervy laugh, and Steve snorted.

“You could say that again,” he replied.

The drive home was, well, probably the most awkward one Steve had ever experienced. For all of Eddie’s bluster in the trailer he fell unnervingly silent. His leg, though, kept bouncing rapidly, and he picked at his cuticles while he kept his gaze fixed out the windshield. Even his slow heart picked up to something a little closer to a normal, human pace.

“You okay, man?” Steve eventually asked once the bouncing started to drive him a little insane.

The laugh that escaped Eddie sounded manic. “Sure, dude, just waiting for the point at which you pull over and take me out like some supernatural hitman.”

“Wait, what? I’m not gonna t-take you out!”

“You mean you weren’t waiting to get me alone just to assassinate me?”

Steve shook his head, baffled. “No! I’m literally just taking you to my place. That was the plan, not whatever… insane thing you’re thinking of.” Sparing Eddie a glance, he caught him staring back with wide, tense eyes, his irises black in the darkness of the car. “I promise, Munson. No funny business.”

He let out a long exhale, but finally Eddie slumped heavily into the seat. “Thank fuck. I don’t particularly want to die, especially not at the hands of a monster-hunter-turned-werewolf.”

“If it helps, I’d make it quick and painless,” Steve said, smirking. He hoped the joke would land and not make Eddie either more worried or, worse, piss him off. He didn’t want an angry vampire loose in his car.

Thankfully, after a pause, Eddie barked out a laugh, head thumping against the headrest. “Good to know I’m in the hands of an ethical killer, then.”

Steve chuckled along, but it faded quickly as the words soured something in his gut. He had to set that straight, right now. “I don’t, uh, kill. If I can help it.” Catching Eddie’s interested look, he continued. “It kinda goes on my record as a hunter, and not as a good thing, but I can’t bring myself to do it. There’s some stuff that’s really just an animal, and if they go feral then I have no choice, but that’s, like, the very last option. Most creatures are pretty sentient, so…”

“So killing them feels wrong?” Eddie supplied where Steve trailed off, and Steve nodded, finally pulling into his own darkened driveway.

“Yeah. They can be reasoned with, somehow, or led away to a safer place, y’know?”

“Huh.”

With the Bimmer in park, Steve turned to Eddie. He had his head tilted to the side, curls draped across his unscarred cheek as his eyes darted all over Steve’s face. A tiny line formed between his eyebrows. Steve felt examined, like Eddie was assessing him, and wanted to look away, get out of the car and walk off the buzz the intensity left under his skin. Maybe it was just a vampire thing.

A slow smile stretched Eddie’s full lips, one that felt much more genuine than any others Steve had seen that night. “So you’re just a glorified wildlife rescuer?” he said, amused. Steve just shrugged.

“I guess so. Supernatural wildlife.”

“Now that makes me feel a lot better. Bleeding Heart Harrington, who knew?”

“Shut up, you’ll ruin my reputation,” he joked. Shoving Eddie’s shoulder, he said, “C’mon, let’s get you settled in Munson.”

—

Having someone in his house 24/7 was an experience Steve hadn’t had since he was a kid. Once he hit his mid-teens, his parents started going on consultation trips and left Steve in as the resident Harrington Hunter in Hawkins, only backed up by the (usually ineffective) police, and the Carvers. He did well enough for himself, and he took a little bit of pride in being independent, told himself he liked the quiet. Filling the house with parties, before everything went to shit, was just expected of him. Having Robin and the kids around a few times a week was just for hunter business (and to hang out with his best friend).

This, though? Having a bored, listless, undead roommate messing with his things, moving them out of place, leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor even though the basket was right there, closing all the blinds and curtains instead of staying in the guest room to sleep during the day, like a normal person would? It was the most annoying experience of his life.

Each morning he’d join Steve in the kitchen before work, his eyes boring longingly into Steve’s mug of coffee. The first morning he offered to brew more, yet Eddie shook his head and said, “Wish I could, buddy, but I don’t think either of us wants to clean up that mess,” and cackled at Steve’s disgusted grimace. But it turned into a routine from there, with Eddie poking fun at his mom’s dull decor choices and Steve’s hair care habits while Steve struggled to bring his brain up to speed with Eddie’s seemingly endless energy. He did notice the dark circles under Eddie’s eyes growing a little more intense each day, but if Eddie didn’t seem bothered by anything, Steve wouldn’t mention it.

Steve would come home to find his parents’ records strewn all across the off-white carpet, Eddie lying amongst the pile listening to whatever he’d claimed to be “barely tolerable” at a truly ridiculous volume. He couldn’t get too mad, because when he’d ask Eddie to turn the volume down he’d give a genuine apology and scramble up to reach the volume knob, but still. Annoying.

Add to it the rest of the Party, who demanded to invade his house as soon as Dustin told them all the news, and Steve was ready to pop a blood vessel.

He wasn’t supposed to have to babysit a group of middle schoolers and a fully-grown adult nerd, and yet. Here he was. At least the others would be arriving soon for a meeting.

They were so loud, too. Dustin, Mike, and Eddie sounded like they were arguing but from the sounds of it they were just excited. Will, Lucas, and Max sat in their own little bubble, talking just as loud if only to hear themselves over the obnoxious yelling. Steve had to close himself in his kitchen and breathe for a few minutes before he could face the noise, and how Max managed to handle it he had no idea.

“Alright, hey!” he shouted over the mass of nerds huddled in his living room. They didn’t stop. He clapped his hands, loudly. “Hey!”

Finally all their heads turned to him. Will and Lucas at least had the manners to look apologetic. The rest of them were unimpressed–though Max was exempt, Steve couldn’t change that if he tried.

“Keep it down, you’re gonna make me burst an eardrum.”

“Whatever, old man,” Max snarked with a little smirk. Lucas laughed, making Steve roll his eyes with a fondness he’d deny.

“Sorry, Steve,” Will said.

He sighed. “It’s fine. Don’t know what you’re all screaming about anyway.”

“Eddie was telling us about his D&D campaign,” Dustin said.

“Of course. That definitely means you have to shout at the top of your lungs.”

Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all gave him a glare that screamed, “Duh.” Brats. But then Steve saw the thoughtful look on Eddie’s face. One that spelled bad news.

“Y’know, I couldn’t run a campaign for you tiny tots through Hellfire because of the–” he waved a lazy hand at the curtains shutting out the weak autumn light from the backyard, “but maybe I can now.” He grinned when the boys all started shouting again and Steve let out a groan.

“Maybe if you all shut the hell up,” Steve said, surly and rubbing at his temples. That was when the doorbell started to ring, repeatedly and insistently, and Steve stormed off to go answer the door.

Robin opened it with her key just before he’d gotten there, grinning. “Hey, dingus!” Nancy and Jonathan stood behind, the former glaring at Robin and the latter wearing a sheepish smile. Before he could even invite them in, Robin pushed past with an affectionate shoulder bump.

“I’m sorry, I think she heard that racket and–”

Steve finished Nancy’s sentence while pulling her into a one-armed hug. “Decided to be an ass? Yeah. That happens. I’ll get her back by stealing her food at work.”

“I heard that!” she shouted from the kitchen needlessly.

“Good!”

Jonathan chuckled at the exchange and gave an awkward nod when he followed Nancy inside. All they were waiting on now was Hopper and Eleven’s arrival. The teens gathered on the fringes of the kids’ loose huddle around Eddie, catching up on their day-to-day, which mostly meant commiserating about school and work, until the last knock on the door came and Steve let Hopper and El inside.

El gave Steve a bright, wide smile and raced off to the kids, leaving Hopper shaking his head fondly at her.

“How’s it going, kid?” he asked, clapping Steve on the shoulder.

“It’s fine. Looking forward to getting this solved though.”

Hopper hummed in agreement, making his way to the group.

“Oh, fuck.” Eddie’s eyes went wide when he saw Hopper, quickly looking at Steve. “Why’s he here!?”

“Good to see you too, Munson,” Hopper droned, “but for once it’s not because of your shitty life choices.”

Eddie snorted. “Says the guy who buys–”

“Shut it.”

Steve watched the two, biting back a smile when Eddie zipped his lips and gave a mocking salute, Hopper’s eyes narrowing at the gesture. Catching his eye, Eddie smirked at Steve, the corner of his mouth pulling down in amusement. He couldn’t help it, a smile cracked through Steve’s resolve and he dipped his head to hide it.

Sighing, Hopper began again. “So, I assume at this point everyone’s been caught up on the situation?” A round of nods and he grumbled, “There’s no secrets in this damn group. Fine, makes this easier then.” He jerked his chin at the kids. “You lot, you’re to stay out of anything that isn’t research. You’ve seen enough already.”

Where Will and Lucas looked a little queasy at the memory of the werewolf, Dustin, Mike, and Max started protesting. El merely glanced between them all curiously, but when Mike started to make his defence, she began to nod.

“We were the ones to find it, we know what to look for!”

“You know a dead werewolf body when you see it, great job,” Hopper snarked. “That’s more than you should’ve ever seen, so you’re benched, got it?”

They groaned.

“If anyone calls the paper about some weird sightings, I’ll follow up on it and let everyone know. And maybe Jonathan and I can check the archives, on the off-chance that there’s something there?” Nancy said, earning a nod from Hopper.

“Steve?” He looked up when his name was called. Hopper seemed almost apologetic about what he was going to say next. “Your best move is to do nothing. We can’t have you drawing attention to your squatter.”

“Hey, I was invited, thank you very much,” Eddie said.

Steve sighed, frowning. He knew it was right, but he hated being put on the sidelines. It also meant he couldn’t be out there, helping. “So no patrols?”

“Nope. Sorry, kid.”

He folded his arms and leaned further against the corner he’d claimed. “What if something else happens? Other hunter stuff?”

“Leave it to me, alright? Me and the guys can handle it for a while. Hell, maybe we’ll even make the Carvers pull their weight for once.” Steve and Hopper both shared a scoff at the idea, though Steve still wasn’t confident that those in the know at Hawkins PD could handle much at all.

“I guess that leaves me on Dingus Distraction Duty.” Robin sidled up beside Steve, offering him an open bag of chips pilfered from his own kitchen.

“I think now you’ve got two dinguses to distract, if you’re hanging out here,” he said. She and Eddie locked eyes expressionlessly for a moment, then pointed finger-guns at each other, giggling. Why did this suddenly seem like a very bad idea?

“If anything comes up, like if you find another corpse, you’ll call me, right?” Steve asked, a little worried about his fate if Robin and Eddie got along as well as he dreaded they would, and Hop nodded.

“You’ll be the first person I call.”

“Wow, Harrington, you’d rather hang out with a dead guy than an undead guy? That hurts.” Eddie put his hands over his heart. “That hurts right here.”

“That feels discriminatory,” Robin said. Eddie nodded excitedly.

Steve just hung his head with a sigh.

The meeting wrapped up not long after, with rides arranged and meet-ups for later organised. Robin left with Nancy, Mike, Jonathan, and Will after threatening Steve into hanging out after their shift tomorrow (not that he really needed to be threatened), the other kids getting ferried home by Hopper.

Steve waved them all off and closed the front doors with a relieved sigh. Finally the house was quiet. Steve walked back to the living room, expecting Eddie to have started ransacking his movie collection only to find him still in his spot on the couch, looking paler than usual. His hand was clamped tightly over his mouth, eyes screwed shut and chest rising and falling in very slow, measured breaths. Something about it had the hairs on the back of Steve’s neck standing on end.

“Whoa, dude, you okay?” he asked, stepping closer. Eddie flinched hard.

“Just gimmie a sec.” Eddie’s words, muffled by his palm, were flat and forced.

Steve froze. “Sure, yeah, okay.”

Afraid to move, Steve stayed in that spot halfway to Eddie between the couch and the coffee table. Neither of them spoke. All Steve could hear was Eddie’s harsh breathing. After a few minutes his shoulders eased away from his ears, but he still hadn’t opened his eyes, or removed his hand.

“Can you, like, open the windows or something? Let some fresh air in?” His throat bobbed.

“Yeah.” Steve backed away, then opened the windows, doing his best to keep the blinds and curtains closed against the sun. Without moving closer, he asked, “Uh, that better?”

Eddie kept breathing slowly, but the tension around his eyes started to dissipate. He nodded.

“Thank–” Eddie cleared his throat. “Thanks, man.”

“Wanna tell me what that was about?”

It might’ve sounded a little accusatory, though Steve tried to rein that back. But some little animal instinct in him was still waving a whole field of red flags. Eddie looked like he’d been in pain, broken bone kinds of pain, and now that he wasn’t so wound up Steve could see that he was shaking.

“Been a while since I’ve been around so many people. And, uh, also been a while since I’ve had a drink.”

Steve was about to ask what he meant before it clicked. A drink, of blood. Oh shit.

“When was the last time you… did that?”

“Last week. It’s been too long. The night you showed up, Chrissy was coming by so we could, y’know.”

“Shit.”

Eddie chuckled hollowly. “Yeah, shit.”

“You can call her, it’s fine if she comes over.” He started to walk to the phone but Eddie shook his head, hand falling away from his mouth. He still hadn’t opened his eyes.

“She’s got cheer practice. And if she’s seen here? In broad daylight? And before you suggest animals, they can only keep me going for a few hours. I’ve tried it.”

Staring at Eddie, hunched on the couch and looking like a man on death’s door, Steve weighed their options. Well, the only one he could even consider at the moment. It didn’t take him long to do, and he pushed aside all the weird thoughts, surprises, and worries and buried it all under his desire to help and professional curiosity.

“Bite me.”

Eddie’s head snapped up. Finally, Steve noted with relief, his eyes were open.

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HOLDING REPORT (12/12/22)

Started holding at 6:30pm on 12/12/22.

Ended holding at 4:08am on 13/12/22.

Had needed a good amount of stress relief from everything going on lately, and wanted a more productive wetting than the most recent one I had done before, when it turned into more of a real accident! (spoiler alert: Aoife never learns her limits and they all turn into real accidents.)

Didn’t feel anything for about the first hour or so, was just casually browsing omo tumblr or reading AO3 omo stories. (6:30pm - 7:30pm)

Around hour two, I felt an ever so slight urge in my bladder, but mostly just reminder that I had one more than I needed to use it. Was still reading omo fics at this point, but also writing some omo stories, and planning some future holds. (7:30pm - 8:30pm)

Hour three, I got bored. I took a long walk around my town. Luckily, I live in a rural Irish village, so no one was going to see me, especially at night. I roamed through some of the empty fields to kill some time, sipping on bottle of water as I perused through.

Walk ended up being about three hours. I could definitely feel it getting much worse now. The cold didn’t help with aiding my need, and I definitely should have wrapped up warmer. Lost two leaks as a wave of desperation hit me when a cold wind flew my direction. (8:30pm - 11:30pm)

Got home and sat in my kitchen and watched whatever random stuff is on TV at nearly midnight.

Decided to scroll multiple NSFW art sites for pictures and comics of omorashi. Went down a dangerous rabbit hole of comics and spent about an hour scrolling through, whilst my need grew exponentially and I jiggled about. (00:30am - 01:30am)

Half 1 hit and I was at about an 8. I had my legs crossed together tightly and my bladder was screaming for some kind of pressure release.

I had to spurt some out onto a towel just to take the edge off otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to continue the hold.

As we all know, taking the ‘edge’ off of a full bladder never works, and by 1am, I felt like I was going to explode. I had drunk about 1500ml at this point.

I managed to hold on for about another 45 minutes by scrolling through omo tumblr again, and grinding a pillow to help temporarily numb my desperation. (1:30am - 2:15am)

By half 2, there was a decently sized wet patch on grey panties, and I was bursting for the loo.

I knew that I had to hold this longer because I had sworn to make the hold ten hours. This was obviously a huge mistake and a very ambitious goal. By 3am, my panties had felt atleast two more hot spurts of piss, and a third leak that I nearly couldn’t stop.

By half three, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had made a large wet patch in the bed and felt like I was holding back an inevitable river. I grabbed a towel and placed it in between my legs incase I leaked.

Begrudgingly, I shoved my legs together and went downstairs again, towel shoved tightly in between my shaking legs. I decided that the best place to wet would be my back garden so I ventured outside, but for some reason (or because I’m fucking stupid) I decided to also take a walk around the fields behind my garden before coming back to wet.

Turns out that navigating fields at nearly 4am, bursting to piss, whilst drunk, in the middle of a pitch black Irish winter might, is not the best idea.

Maybe these ideas spawned because atleast 500ml of what I had taken was alcohol. At least.

I was definitely under the influence by this point.

Rational and sober me would have just used damage control. Squat down where you are, take a piss, now you have enough concentration to try and get home.

Not drunk Aoife, she has one singular brain cell.

I continued on, clutching my crotch with the willpower of Satan himself and tried to march my way back into the general direction of my cottage.

Fair props to drunk me, I did end up at least walking in the right direction back to my garden. However..

I managed to walk about another 5 minutes through the fields before a rush of pain and desperation flooded me (haha pee joke) and I literally was bent over in pain, holding myself like I would die if I peed.

Obviously this didn’t work, and a wave of desperation turned to leaking, then to spurting, then to losing control completely and emptying nearly a 10 hour hold right onto a poor patch in my field.

I checked my watch and it was 4:08am.

I managed to hold it for 9 hours and 38 minutes!

This is the most I’ve held drunk in a while, but if wasn’t 10 hours so I was a bit annoyed. I’m hoping to do a 12 hour hold soon whilst sober though!

Walked back home soaking wet and got into the empty bath, finished up my business, and maybe got wet in more than one way..

Thank you for reading! Hoping to do these kind of stories whenever I hold, most of the time they are pretty entertaining because I have a tendency to overestimate my bladder, and not be able to hold it that long. Sober me can hold longer, be assured.

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A Day Meant to Celebrate

Well… it wasn’t finished as soon as I had hoped but at least it’s finished now! (It is currently 12:30am, sleep? Don’t know ‘em)

Summary: It’s been a year since you first took Techno under your care and you wanted to do something special for the occasion, things don’t go as planned…

Characters: Techno x Reader

Relationship: parental, platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

They say time flies when you’re having fun, and you can sure vouch for that, in fact you didn’t even realize how much time had gone by until you looked at your calendar. You grab a few things from your chests and sort your inventory a bit before you check in on Techno.

“Hey kiddo, how do ya feel about going on a little errand run with me?” You ask nonchalantly. He looks up at you curiously from the blocked he’s playing around with.

“Sounds boring.” He says blankly. You figured he’d say that, you didn’t exactly word it to sound interesting after all.

“Well good thing for me it wasn’t actually a question, you’re still coming along.” This earns you a soft glare from him. “Don’t give me that look. You’re too young to stay here by yourself anyways.” You reply matter-of-factly.

“Why would you ask that if I don’t really get to choose.” He huffs crossing his arms.

“You ask a fair question, and like I said you’re too young right now to stay home alone. But I promise when you get older you can make your own decisions without the need of some authority figure… except for me, of course, because I’m your sensei.” You quickly add the last part while ruffling up his hair, he playfully swats at you in retaliation. When you’re done messing around you both make your way out the door.

As the two of you walk along the path you decide to fill the calm silence by playing a bit of eye spy with Techno, helped give some extra entertainment and keep his spatial awareness sharp. When the village finally came into view Techno picks up the pace.

“Come on, the sooner you finish your boring errands the sooner we can leave.” He says, trying to drag you along, instead you lift him into your arms keeping an even pace, he snorts in displeasure.

“If you can promise me you’ll behave we can head to our favourite lookout spot later. (I almost wanted to call it lookout landing… Zelda has taken over my life 😅)” His eyes light up and he nods in agreement. “Alright, this shouldn’t take too long…”

You regret making that earlier comment because boy did the universe decide to really ruin your day. It started out fine, sure, but the second you saw Tarlin and Jett patrolling the area you should’ve finished your trade and left, of course they just had to spot you and Techno before you could and of course they knew something was suspicious, now there was no running from the commotion they decided to stir up.

“So…” Jett sneered. “Looks like you were hiding something from us after all. And here I thought you were better then that.”

“That’s your fault for assuming something like that.” You reply unbothered, easily angering him, Jett always had a short fuse and you were always willing to push his button should the opportunity arise.

“Why don’t we make this easy for everyone and you hand that thing over.” Tarlin tries to resolve, you being very displeased they’d refer to Techno like he was just an object rather then a living, breathing being.

“First off, HE has a name and second, if you try coming near my son I’ll make sure you suffer a most painful demise before hand delivering your souls to the goddess of death myself.” You hiss, hand twitching above your sword but holding back from summoning it. There’s a tense silence between the three of you, onlookers backing away and watching the scene play out cautiously. Jett looked more then ready to brawl and you’d be happy to oblige if not for Tarlin being a buzzkill and backing the two away.

“Mark my words, you’ll regret betraying us.” They say ominously, you roll your eyes.

“Please, you even try and it’ll be the last thing you do.” You bite in reply, quickly scooping Techno up and making your leave. There’s a long silence as you make as much distance from the village as you can, still tense from the whole encounter.

“Wh-What did they mean by betraying them?” Techno asks, pulling you back to reality.

“That is a long story that happened a long time ago.” You say with a sigh. “But I didn’t really betray anyone, my opinions and morals just don’t match theirs so that instantly makes me their enemy.” You try to explain as simply as possible.

“Oh…” He trails off, clearly still curious about your mysterious past.

“Maybe when you’re a little older I’ll tell it to you.” You offer. “For now why don’t we head to our lookout spot, I’ve got a surprise waiting for you.” This perks his mood back up again at the mention of a surprise.

The rest of the walk is a lot more calmer then earlier and you reach the little cliff side overhang that has a gorgeous view of the landscape below and the best part is that it isn’t too far from your house. You set Techno down and gesture for him to close his eyes, he gives you a confused yet curious look before covering his eyes. You put your hands together, hovering over the item in your inventory.

“Alright open your eyes.” You say smiling, when he does you open your hands summoning the crown you crafted for him. He stares in awe, eyes sparkling and subtle little oinks of joy coming from him at the golden headpiece. He doesn’t instantly take it from you like you anticipated he would, instead tracing a finger over the jewels you had embedded into the design. “I take it you like it?” You ask more rhetorically, earning a pleased snort from the hybrid. You chuckle softly as you carefully place the crown onto his head. “There we go. I want you to see this as a sort of symbol, so that no one can ever tell you what you are or boss you around to do their bidding. You are in charge of your own destiny, no amount of hunters or haters will ever get to change that.” You state proudly, he puffs out his chest just as proudly before the crown slides down over his eyes making you both share a small laugh.

“It’s a little big.” He comments trying to push it back up, you hum contently as you help adjust it a bit so it wouldn’t slide around too much.

“Don’t worry,” you give him a small boop on his nose. “You’ll grow into it.”

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I feel terrible that I did nothing for Halloween for my kids. No pumpkin picking (no time or I was sick), no trick or treat events (the one we had was cancelled and it seems like they aren’t a thing anymore. My town used to have tons of stuff and this year they had nothing). A shopping plaza near us is having trick or treat tonight but it’s so hard on a school night - I want the kids to fully enjoy tomorrow when we actually go trick or treating so I want to make sure we get everything taken care of tonight. Also it’s at 5 💀 people who plan these events are not working mothers I tell ya. I didn’t even do a Halloween movie night or anything. Last night I put the muppet haunted mansion short movie on while they were eating 😭 I just feel bad because I’m usually super awesome with Halloween and I just don’t feel like I have the time or energy this month. I was sick twice (like stuck in bed sick) and soccer takes up so much time. I’ll be happy when we get that short break between fall and winter soccer. . I did take a half day tomorrow so I can go to Cecilia’s last ever daycare parade. Plus I have an appt at 8:30am and then am supposed to meet her besties mom for coffee before the parade plus get to work by 12. I just feel bad 😭 I try and show up and do it all and it just feels like I fell totally flat this year.

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so i left the psych ward against medical advice 💁

they detained me for hours (while classified as a voluntary patient) and when i told them it was illegal a nurse looked me in the face and told me he didn't care about my rights 👍

& then when i got upset about being illegally detained he told me getting emotional is evidence that i am incompetent and if they want they can just keep forming me for it as long as they want 👍

and then they ignored me for two hours and refused to give me my belongings. and also called four (4) giant male security guards to have on standby 👍 even though i have zero history of violence, am 5'5" and weigh (not much) and previously disclosed to them many, many times that i have a history of ptsd, part of which is specifically hospital trauma 👍

and then they locked me in a room and searched all of my belongings to find a reason to form me 👍

like i'm gonna throw up thinking about it. (also they still have my wallet with all my IDs and credit cards.)

anyways i got the fuck out. and it was like 12:30am but my friend picked me up and i had a fucking panic-oh-fuck-oh-shit-meltdown in his car . but i went and took a shower and then he drove me to another hospital

and they formed me too except it's way nicer here and the staff are so nice. & the unit is way bigger and quieter . and they actually listened to me and referred me to a rheumatologist (after ...... 6-7 years of begging various doctors to be taken seriously)

and i have hope for the first time in a long time! & i'm getting discharged tomorrow :)

#bit nervous. the usual 'feeling like an alien/shaky baby deer' thing i suppose #but i have a plan for going home and at the end of the month i have an intake to a 5week day patient program #i'm off work until the end of june which is weird but i guess for the best. since my stress tolerance and fatigue is at an all-time low #i want to register a complaint against the staff at that hospital except i don't think i have the energy #it was so stressful and dehumanizing and ever since i've been having nightmares again and im scared every time someone wakes me up #but i also just want to forget about it #just go home and get my life in order and rest and feel more normal #this whole thing has been so awful #and i'm glad i'm safe but so much of it was so unnecessary and im so mad at the healthcare system #pegasus speaks #ask 2 tag

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Symphony Manor, Holan (11:30am)

*door opens and closes*

Catalina: Alfie? Where are you going?

Alfie: To the palace. I have a meeting with mum and your mama for the investigation.

Catalina: Really? Can I come?

Alfie: I’m sorry, but no. You just got out of the hospital and you need lots of rest to get better. Don’t worry about this and just stay at home, okay?

Catalina: Urgh, fine. Tell me everything when you come home tonight.

Alfie: *chuckles* I wouldn’t miss a thing.

Alfie: I’ll call you when I arrive and when I’m coming home. My phone will be on silent during the meeting so if I didn’t reply to your messages or answer your calls, it wasn’t on purpose.

Catalina: Alright. Drive safe.

Alfie: I will. Rest, okay?

Alfie: Bye, I love you.

Catalina: I love you too.

The Wind Palace, Ahtolia (12:00pm)

Insp. Nafis:—is still under observation at the moment and—

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: Sorry for being late everyone.

Sofia: It’s fine. Take a seat. Nafis was just getting started. Please continue.

Insp. Nafis: Yes, ma’am. As I was saying, the perpetrator is currently under police custody and her weapons has been retrieved. We’ve identified the attacker as Keira Johnson.

Darien: Keira Johnson? Isn’t she the one who saved Alfie during the kidnapping?

Insp. Nafis: Yes, sir. She was involved in the kidnapping but had a changed of heart when the other kidnappers revealed that they were planning to kill the infant Crown Prince back then.

Sofia: How is she still alive? I thought all of the kidnappers were hung after they got charged for the war crimes?

Mary: If I recall clearly, Miss Johnson got a lighter sentence because she helped with Alfie’s rescue and the investigation. She was sentenced to twenty six years in jail instead of the death sentence and life imprisonment.

Insp. Nafis: Yes. And Miss Johnson was released a few months ago for good behaviour. The prison guard said that after she left the prison, she was taken away and was never seen again. That is until the night of the banquet.

Sofia: I see. Alfie, did Miss Johnson say anything to you when she met you that night?

Alfie: Not much. She just said that she lost everything because of me and that she regretted saving me. I have no idea what she meant but she was determined to take me out that night.

Darien: Do you have any more info about her? Her background maybe? Any families?

Insp. Nafis: Her background info is a bit scarce. I did however, find out that she had a husband and a baby before she was put behind bars years ago.

Insp. Nafis: According to my findings, her husband divorced her after she was sentenced and took their child away from her. My sources say that her husband never let their child meet with her.

Insp. Nafis: Five years after the divorce and imprisonment, her husband died in an accident and their child went into foster care and was never heard of again.

Sofia: Could it be that she was resentful that her family got broken up after saving Alfie?

Darien: It would make sense. I can’t imagine saving someone’s kid and still getting put behind bars after doing the right thing. I’d be angry too if I were her.

Edward: But no one forced her to join the kidnapping mission. She did that at her own discretion. It is still a crime, Darien.

Darien: I know that. But I can’t help but feel sorry for her.

Mary: I feel sorry for her too. But a crime is a crime. There’s no excuse for that.

Sofia: They’re right, honey. She almost got Alfie killed. Twice.

Darien: *sighs* I know.

Mary: Has she met with her child after she got out?

Insp. Nafis: Like I said earlier, they lost track of the child after she got into foster care. She tried looking for her even before she got out but to no avail. Until...

Sofia: Until what?

Insp. Nafis: Until recently when we dug deeper into the family’s information and found the couple who adopted her child.

Darien: Well?

Sofia: Come on, tell us. What did you find?

Nafis: Well, uh, I think you should see this for yourself, ma’am.

Sofia: Alright, please give me the paper then.

Sofia: *gasps* Rowena? Rowena is her daughter?

Alfie: Wait, what? Let me see!

Insp. Nafis: Yes, ma’am. She was adopted by a Windasian couple at age six. The reason why they lost track of her is because they changed her first and last name.

Darien: Oh god. This is a lot to take in.

Sofia: Do you think she has anything to do with how Miss Johnson got inside the palace? Maybe it was her who gave the invitation and the weapons to her since she works on the inside.

Insp. Nafis: I’m not sure, ma’am. We’ll be interrogating her tomorrow. There are chances that she doesn’t even know what’s going on.

Edward: But what if she does?

Insp. Nafis: Then we’ll make sure she doesn’t get away with it. If she is involved with this somehow, her testimony against Miss Nizam will also be reevaluated. She could probably be the person sabotaging the tour for revenge.

Insp. Nafis: As of now, I would suggest for your majesty to suspend Miss Rowena Johnson from her duties. At least until the investigation is over.

Sofia: Understood. Thank you, Nafis. Please keep us updated.

Insp. Nafis: Yes, ma’am.

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Metalocalypse #41: "Dethhealth" | November 23, 2009 - 12:30AM | S03E03

I watched season three when it was on television, but remember very little of it, and suspect that I haven’t actually rewatched any of these since they aired. Good thing I spent way too much money, probably, buying this brand new on blu-ray.

Dethklok have a brush with death when playing a concert meant to help a massive amount of pets get neutered. Fans bring their pets to get their balls cut off by a machine, which collects the nasty things in a big glass receptacle. Predictably, all hell breaks loose, and the Sphinx is destroyed, nearly flattening Dethklok. Suddenly, the band becomes very aware of their own mortality. This fear or “hamburger time” (the “making cotton candy” of this episode) causes the band to subject themselves to a variety of doctors visits. The doctors visits cause Murderface to doubt his sexuality, Nathan to befriend his clearly-suicidal dentist, and Toki to have a cat. Also: Pickles tests come back and it’s bad: he’s dying.

This one is pretty great, but it still demonstrates the show’s transition to the half-hour format not being exactly seamless. In fact, there’s a case to be made that it barely hangs together and is more-or-less a collection of B-plotish vignettes. There are scenes that you know would’ve been snipped out if this were an eleven minute episode. The scene where they all demand a decadent beach vacation before going to the doctor and leave a desiccated beach in their extravagant wake feels especially superfluous. The dream sequences are cool, but they feel like padding. But if you're going to pad for time on this show, it should be with something nightmarish, like Nathan having his jaw get Ebert'd off his face. The saving grace is that a lot of it is pretty funny, so who really cares? Honestly, this shit being more cohesive sorta comes second to that.

Pickles doesn’t wind up dead after all because it turns out his pee was switched with Toki’s cat’s, who dies, because anything Toki loves winds up dead. This one ends with a fairly delightful music video where Toki’s head appears on a cat’s body. It’s derivative of season one’s Dethkids, but again, it’s a fun cartoon with cussing in it. How could something with cussing in it be taken that seriously?

The post credits scene, where Nathan takes his dentist on a hunting trip in order to save him from suicide and he immediately says “check this out” and blows his own head off with his hunting rifle, is a memorable one. It’s the one part I remembered from this, hence me calling it "memorable".

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Robot Chicken: Star Wars Episode 2.5 | November 23, 2009 - 11:30PM | Special

Okay, I am not going to watch this because fuuuuuuck that. This was an extended cut of the special, which I believe debuted on DVD. So, please enjoy the JPG of the DVD cover I put up there. I'm sure you are all loving that.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #metalocalypse

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saralayne · 21 days

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We Are (A) Family 🩷

Chapter 12: Always Come Home To You

Kelly struggling with going back to work.

Kelly had taken 3 weeks paternity leave from the firehouse. Settling in with Stella and their baby girl, Shae. She was just shy of a month old. They had settled into a routine. Shae was waking every 3-4 hours to feed. They would prepare bottles so Kelly could get up with her at least once through the night which allowed Stella to sleep. Shae started to get on a schedule. Before they knew it, three weeks had passed and it was time for Kelly to go back to work. Stella still had 8 more weeks of maternity leave. Stella had prepared herself for days to be just her and Shae well Kelly was at work. She knew he was only a phone call away and their days would be filled with Mommy and daughter time.

Kelly on the other hand was having a much harder time at the thought of leaving his girls. He knew whole heartedly that Stella would be great and could handle it just being the two of them. The thoughts that plagued him was merely leaving them. Period. His wife and new born daughter. He was going to miss them. Since the day Shae was born he hadn’t spent a minute away from either of them. He knew he needed to go back. But he didn’t want to. Leaving them even to go to work just felt wrong.

Shae was still sleeping in their room. In her bassinet beside their bed. It made it that much easier to feed her the few times through the night. They had planned to move her to the nursery when she was a little older. On the night before he was to go back to shift, Shae was soundly asleep in her bassinet in between feeds. Stella fast asleep. Unfortunately Kelly was tossing and turning, sleep was plaguing him. Dreading leaving his girls. When Stella woke up to feed Shae a couple hours later, turning towards her husbands side of the bed. Not finding him there. A small burst of panic came over her given what they had been through the days leading up to Shae’s birth. Shae was becoming fussy. Stella peering through their open bedroom door and seeing her husband on the couch. Knowing he was safe, Stella picking up Shae to feed her. After, Shae was soundly asleep again. Stella gently laying their baby girl back down in her bassinet. It was now 4:30am. Approaching her husband on the couch. Stella knew something was wrong. Kelly had made it a point to always be near her and their daughter, including always sleeping in bed with Stella where Shae was in his sight at all times.

“Kelly. Babe. What’s going on? Why are you out here?”

Kellys eyes peering open, looking directly into his wife’s eyes.

“I came out here. I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to disturb the few hours of sleep you were going to get in between her feeds”

“Kelly. Why can’t you sleep?”

Kelly pausing before letting out a deep sigh.

“I don’t wanna go back to work. I don’t wanna leave either of you. I don’t want to miss anything with her”

“Baby. I know you haven’t been away from either of us since she was born. I understand why this would be so hard for you BUT we are going to be ok. We will be anticipating you returning home after shift. I promise you I will blow up your phone with pictures, videos and even FaceTimes when your free. You won’t miss anything. Shae is without a doubt daddys little girl. I mean, I went through the painful labour to bring her into this world. It’s you she always wants. When she hears your voice, she is the happiest. So, when you go to work you and Shae will both have something to look forward to when you come home”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I needed to hear that”

“The love our angel has for you will NEVER go away because you go to work”

“Now, I just fed her. She’s fast asleep. Let’s go back to bed so you can get a couple more hours of sleep before shift. Ok?”

“Yeah, baby. Let’s go to bed”

As Kelly crawled under the covers. Wrapping himself around his beautiful wife. Turning his head and seeing his daughter who was peacefully sleeping. Falling fast asleep knowing everything was going to be ok. Leaving his girls to go to work only meant he would have something to look forward to.

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Tenipuri Complete Profile - Kazuya Tokugawa

[PROFILE]

Birthday: July 27th (Leo)

Blood Type: AB

Birthplace: Ehime

Relatives: Grandfather, Grandmother, Father, Mother, Older Sister

Father’s Occupation: Diplomat

High School: Unknown

Grade: Second Year

Committee: Student Council - President

Strong Subjects: Physics, Geology

Weak Subjects: Art

U-17 Training Camp Position & Rank: Second String | Court 1

World Cup Team: U-17 World Cup Japanese Representatives

Favorite Motto: “To see what is right and not to do it is want of courage.”

Hobbies: Snowboarding, yachting, watching dolphins [TP]

Favorite Color: Ultramarine

Favorite Book: The Analects of Confucius

Favorite Food: Japanese food (especially natto), protein, tomatoes [TP], chicken breast [TP]

Favorite Anniversary: The day he won his first trophy

Preferred Type: He doesn’t think about it

Ideal Date Spot: Yachting in Auckland Harbour

His Gift for a Special Person: “I would like to discuss and decide it with you.”

Where He Wants to Travel: Marina del Rey

Thing He Wants Most Right Now: A new snowboard ➜ A wetsuit [23.5]

Dislikes: Carbonated drinks, popping candy ice cream [TP]

Skills Outside of Tennis: Waking up early, fingertip handstands

Routine During the World Cup: Early morning running

[DATA]

Height: 189cm

Weight: 79kg ➜ 71kg [23.5]

Dominant Arm: Left

Vision: 1.2 Left & Right

Play Style: All-Rounder

Signature Moves: 10 Ball Strike, Black Hole, Premonition (not a technique), Howling, Sixth Sense, Divine Path of the Asura

Favorite Brands:

Racquet: BRIDGESTONE X-BLADE FORCE 3.15MID PLUS

Shoes: Prince PRO HOLD TOUR IV CG

Overall Rating: Speed: 4.5 / Power: 4.5 / Stamina: 4.5 / Mental: 4.5 / Technique: 4.5 / Total: 22.5

Kurobe Memo: “After suffering a major setback, he rapidly improved to the point where he’s able to hit his 10 Ball Strike with ease. The biggest concern right now is if he’s severely injured after taking a blow in the abdomen from Byoudouin…”

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Locker at the U-17 Training Camp:

Wristband // He has a white and black one

Snowboarding magazine // He is so skilled at snowboarding that he will spend winters just in the mountains. He buys a magazine every month during the season

Sports drink // He made it himself

Supplements // They change each day depending on his condition

What’s in His Travel Bag:

Laundry detergent // He washes everyone’s clothes and will neatly fold them

[TRIVIA]

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 8

He plays practice matches with Oni during his free time

He has a large motorcycle license and his own motorcycle

The Prince of Tennis II 10.5 Fanbook

He is on bad terms with Byoudouin

He has taken a liking to Ryoma since he’s always wanted a younger brother. He’s lately been feeling a sense of rivalry with Ryoga since he feels as if he’s taking Ryoma, a favorite person of his, away from him

He was not aware of Ryoma or Atobe while he was abroad

The Prince of Tennis II 23.5 Fanbook

The girl he had picked up on the beach is still in touch with him. He was forced to give his contact info and she messages him often. He messages her back every once in a while

He was in Paris before being invited to the training camp

The Prince of Tennis 20th Anniversary Book: Tenipuri Party

His ideal relationship is one where he and his partner are practically married

When he tries thinking of his ideal type, he gives up and states it’s too much of a bother

He, Oni and Irie spend their vacations together. The previous summer, they had went camping together and discussed their thoughts and feelings about the World Cup around a campfire

He is the only person who will go along with Irie’s performances due to him being so serious that he cannot tell it’s an act

One of His Off Days at the Training Camp:

5:00am - Wakes up, stretches, then goes on a run

6:00am - Laundry, cleans his and Irie’s room and tries not to wake Irie up

7:30am - Breakfast (a Japanese meal with natto and grilled fish)

8:30am - Voluntary strength training

12:00pm - Lunch (including a large quantity of bread that Irie baked)

1:00pm - Voluntary stamina training

2:30pm - Rests, puts a towel over a sleeping Ryoma

4:00pm - Bathes, looks after an overheated Inui

6:00pm - Dinner (sautéed chicken breast and tomato salad)

8:30pm - Gets a massage

9:00pm - Relaxes while reading yacht magazines

10:30pm - Prepares for tomorrow, then goes to bed

#tenipuri #tenirabi #profile #my post

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