#Im gonna pee my pain away .... I got problems .... sleep my pain away....

[djservo]

URL song game 💿

I never get tired of these music tags hehe TY @microscotch 🪩 tagging @itsmariejanel @goldenwaves @uwutrait @devitalise @earthmoonz @sonicblooms @hekpacubo @paupelou if ur in the mood 💭

[junnibook]

Pt.2 Can I request nsfw alphabet's For 1.hawks 2.iwa-chan 3.daichi 4. SHIGARAKI!!

Shigaraki Tomura nsfw alphabet.

A/n: have fun you dust loving reader 🙏🏼

Q: would you force skin care on him?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

wait, your alive? like your not a pile of dust on his bed? wow okay.. well firstly his aftercare sucks, just saying, he doesn’t care to stay around and if he does have deep feelings for you it would still suck because he’ll either go do “work” or he’ll play the game. his way of after care is keeping you alive so don’t push it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes your boobs and your face. one he’s like a child and most children cling to their mothers chest plus he likes the size and how they feel. they do have a lot of bite marks. he likes your face because of all the fear and emotions you show him. he cant get enough of that, make those faces for him more often. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’s a messy boy. okay so one his cum would taste overly salty so if your a swallower get a cup of water because your gonna need it, two its super thick for no reason at all. he likes to leave his cum any and everywhere. he doesn’t came if it’s messy. you turned him on, purposely so that’s your problem.

D = Dick size ( the size of their dick)

he’s above average and isn’t too thick but makes up for it in length. i wouldn’t say he’s a proud boy he honestly doesn’t care if he’s big or not, if someone had somethings to say they could gladly be turned into a pile of ash and he would pee on it it and move on with his ashy day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

none, the boy doesn’t like people before he met you or whom ever, he was like a needy wild animal he had it the first time, didn’t know how to act. just humping away feeling that good ol pleasure and was blinded by it, yea if you had your first with him than he would 100% be rough with you... masochist.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he quickly finds out that he likes to be deep into you- like fully into you, he likes mating press the most, just be on birth control because he doesn’t like condoms like at all. im sure you don’t want any baby shiggys running around turning children into dust right?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

no way, not a chance. you won’t catch him being goofy at all. he has his DICK out and is showing himself to YOU. be glad that you made this far, don’t test him by trying to be goofy. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

100% not shaved or trimmed. why would he? he’s a busy man plus he doesn’t care like at all.. if you have a problem with it shave it your self other than that don’t say anything abt it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

N O he doesn’t know romance it’s not in his mind set. the most he will do that you can call romantic is go easier and or softer on you. if your looking for emotional sex for comfort or something.. get you a side piece and use them for that one thing

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yea he does, it’s a stress relief and on his pettiest of days he’ll leave his cum near you. he wouldn’t care if you thought it was gross, he’ll leave his cum by you and move on with his day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he likes: praise kink, because he likes no he loves when you praise him for making you go dumb over his dick. 

he likes giving you just a little pain.. he likes the literal tears in your eyes. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere he pleases which is mostly in his room. all for one told him off the last time he fucked in public since people got a half a look at his face. but if he wasn’t told not to he’d fuck you in public. “ show the hero’s how you take dick from a villain”  

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

anything- he’s so easily turned on, but if he’s playing the game and you try and distract him- he takes that as a threat and literally will sit on you so that you can’t move- or if he’s angry and almost won and you made him lose, he’ll grab you by the neck, have his thumb dangerously close to the rest of his fingers on your throat pull you close and look into your eyes. “stop being annoying before i makes you regret it “ 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

sit down loves he isn’t a bottom nor does he want to try it out, he’s top and if you don’t like it - leave {btw you cant leave because he literally won’t let you} he also doesn’t eat you out- he thinks it’s gross-

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

his head is terrible, he hates eating you out AND him fingering you is like Russian roulette, his thumb might accidently meet up with the rest of his fingers and turn your pussy into dust- no more wap for you, you now have the dap {dusty ass puh} also he might let you suck him might not- he has trust issues and he doesn’t trust your teeth. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like i said- he isn’t the type to go slow, he’s chasing his own pleasure si yes he will go hard and fast nonstop. safe words are needed but will be ignored- just saying so if you don’t like it so rough that your legs give out for a few days than find a new partner because he isn’t for you love. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies are basically you sucking him up while he plays the game - if you want him that bad than you can wait until he wants to get off the game and fuck you, lucky for you it isn’t a long wait.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he use to be risky until he had his face shown at his attacks and so he can’t be risky and fuck you out in public to often, before he was seen he would fuck you in public places- where they could hear you moan 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last up to two rounds- sorry maybe three if he’s needy and maybe four if he’s stressed which is all the time.. so it depends on his mood because it changes from time to time as you know.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t have time for things likes that and besides but how much he’s giving you- you wouldn’t be able to think about anything yet alone toys. he thinks they are weird and un needed. “are you saying my dick isn’t good enough for you? “ say no if you want, he’ll have you in tears begging for him in minutes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

meh- not to much he doesn’t have time to waste on teasing you, he has plans and wouldn’t want to pause them just to tease you, take the dick and go to sleep. it’ll knock you out for sure so sleep up before he wants more. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he doesn’t moan he insults- like degradation kink is a small kink of his, he likes the way it sounds coming form him and he loves the way you repeat it when he tells you too, because who are you to refuse him. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he is down to share you, he likes the idea of breaking you down while using another guys dick. that would probably be a punishment though, like if you happened tp the extra annoying that day and just kept brothering him. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

his dick is ashy so be careful don’t get rub burn- im joking it’s not ashy probably  the most non ashy  place on his body,

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not as high as you might think- taking down the heros will always come first on his mind- his games are second and you come.. well last- your the last thing on his mind. no offense.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

knocked out no questions asked, your knocked out too for sure, he put you straight tp sleep. so take the sleep while you can.

[fratboyvivimatthews]

marry you - adam banks

lol im not gonna be on, so knock yourself out with this:)

-

i laid on my bed completely exhausted from varsity practice. charlie was sitting up at his desk working on some homework once my phone dinged. “i bet all my money that it was from y/n,” charlie then called spinning around in the chair to face me with a smile.

“and if you’re right what do you want?” i asked with a teasing smile. both of us knew it was y/n, i hadn’t stopped texting her since we both got off the ice an hour ago. now it was five o’clock, dinner was in a half hour and i couldn’t move.

charlie glanced at me with a smirk, “all of your money cake-eater.” i shook my head with a laugh, “i’m being serious banksy.”

my brows raised at him shocked. it only took fifteen seconds for him to break down laughing. “i’m just kidding, keep your money, just make sure i can come up to the cabin in the summer.”

nodding my head i went to open my messages from y/n. “no problem spazway, you’re always welcome.” i heard him mutter something in a teasing manner about how unless y/n and i go there to be alone. letting his comment slide i opened the messages.

y/n❣️: say something sexy :) i’m in need of cheering up

cake eater💗: why do you need to be cheered up lovey? are you okay?

my mind raced to a million different reason on why she wouldn’t be okay. “was it y/n/n?” charlie then asked turning away from his spanish words once again.

“it always is,” i answered roasting myself in the process. we both knew how much i was getting messages from girls who liked me, from the varsity group chat, and from the old ducks group chat.

charlie nodded muttering you owe me your money, “i heard that.” he laughed and shook his head as my phone started to buzz again.

y/n❣️: just say something sexy

cake eater💗: let’s take a nap

my left arm was rested behind my head as i started to scroll through instagram, and waited for her reply. god please say yes, i really don’t wanna do anything else but sleep.

y/n❣️: marry me

i smiled down at her reply before typing back to her.

cake eater💗: don’t worry i’m gonna marry you, now get your cute ass into my dorm so we can take a nap :))))

“you guys are lame,” charlie said his voice causing me to jump. i groaned in pain from the sudden movement and turned my head to look at the brown haired hockey player kneeling next to my bed. “you guys are seriously just gonna take a nap together?”

i smiled at the thought, i’d do anything with this girl because i’m in love with her. “charlie that’s what love is,” i said lightly punching his shoulder only causing me more pain than him. “plus after bag skating today i wouldn’t want to do anything else.”

charlie rolled his eyes at me. “don’t go soft banksy, you’re starting to sound like a girl.” it was my turn for the eye roll before he gave me a pointed look. “have you been listening to yourself?”

“no, but i can’t help that i’m in love with her charlie. i have been since pee-wee’s. and i’m always gonna be. like you saw i marrying that girl because she’s everything i could ever want and need in life.” charlie stayed quiet before nodding his head with a smile.

y/n❣️: i don’t wanna walk all the way there. i can’t feel my legs, and i really don’t wanna run into riley :///

cake eater💗: well then no nap with me. wrapped in my warm arms, in my warm and cozy hockey blanket you made me. but it’s okay i guess, i’ll just take a nap alone :(((

i smirked knowing i made her feel guilty. the three ••• popping up on the screen proving my point. “you’re terrible adam, she’ll never come over now.”

my smirked widened, “oh charlie you know nothing about y/n/n. over course she will just watch. she’ll send me three texts in a row saying why she doesn’t want to, and then before i can answer she’ll text saying she’s at the door.”

charlie rolled his eyes, “okay show me.” and i did just that. the first message popping up right after he spoke.

y/n❣️: banksy i really don’t wanna walk there. my legs hurt so bad. we got bag skated! i’m in pain

y/n❣️: i’ll just take a nap in my dorm wrapped in your ducks sweatshirt. connie’s with julie or something with scoter i guess? so i’ll just nap here. i’m to lazy to walk.

y/n❣️: banksy i don’t wanna see riley. he won’t leave me alone, don’t make me walk to your dormmmm. you know how lazy i am. so if you wanna walk your handsome self over here feel free to, because i’m not moving cake. i mean it.

right as i was about to answer the ••• shows up once again, and there was a knock on the door. i gave charlie a cocky smile, proving just how well i knew my girlfriend.

y/n❣️: okay i lied. open the damn door cake because i wanna sleep, but with you. in your arms. and your blanket. warm and cozy with you banksy.

right as i looked up i met her blue eyes seeing as charlie answered the door. “i thought you weren’t gonna leave your room?” i asked teasing her.

she huffed in annoyance before plopping herself down right next to my laid down body. my ducks sweatshirt was baggy and covering her frame. “shut up cake,” she muttered laying next to me.

her head rested in the crook of my chest, causing my laugh to ripple through my body to hers. i watched as her breath taking smile formed on her face, and i couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “that’s what i thought,” i sang with a cheeky smile, “i’m irresistible.”

y/n’s lips presssd again the showing skin of my neck. “no you’re resistible, but your bed isn’t. i love this place.”

i hummed back with the same cheeky smile. “umm hmm, i’m sure that’s what it is.” my arms wrapped around her waist hugging her close to me. “whatever it is, we can agree to disagree because i’m exhausted.”

her head bobbed against my neck. right as i was about to drift asleep i heard, “you’re irresistible cake, i love you for it too.”

i gave her a lazy smirk knowing very well that she could see if. “that’s what i thought. i love you too y/n/n, and i’m gonna marry you, just like you asked.”

y/n’s laugh tickled my neck and caused me hug her close. “okay cake eater marry me.” my eye lids closed and didn’t open again. my lips lazily presses against her forehead.

“i will,” i answered in a hushed whisper before falling to exhaustion.

[hillybargrove]

New Years

Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: rogers scared to crush on y/n because she’s deaky’s sister but we all know how well that’s gonna work out for him

Word Count: slightly over 2k :)

A/N: it’s january 16th which makes this less fun but i think it’s good and im really happy with how it turned out!! 

When you had first been introduced to the band, they we're already working on their fourth album. Your brother had done his best to avoid introducing you for almost five years, afraid of you taking a liking to one of his friends.

It was barely August when John gave you a call from their studio in Rockfield, asking you to come out and see him.

"Y/N?"

"John?"

"Haven't seen you in a while, how's mum?" You talked for a half hour catching up before he invited you to visit.

"Why, John? You need someone who actually knows how to do laundry?" He couldn't ever remember to separate the lights from the darks, frequently he also forgot the importance of detergent.

"Can't I just miss my baby sister?"

"Well, that almost never happens, John." You agreed, however, and packed a bag so you could stay for a night.

When you pulled in, you saw where they were staying, and how it was in fact a farmhouse. Chickens loitered the dirt road, perching on fences and cooing at some blond. You parked, saw John in your peripheral vision and threw open the car door as fast as you could to run to him.

"Hey!" You said, already airborne and jumping onto his back. There was a thud, your brother was unsuspecting and now on the ground covered in dust and probably a few bruises.

"I'm never calling you again."

"Don't be so dramatic."

The man with the chickens had laughed at the mercy of his friend, gaining your attention when you picked yourself up.

"Hi," You called out, brushing off your jeans. "Sorry about that, sibling rivalry and all."

"Fine by me," he waved you off. "John needs a bit of roughing up." Your brother made it off the dirt himself, shooting both you and the blond a look. From the right you heard footsteps approach the two of you.

"Roger, would you quit mucking around with the chickens and get in here, Freddie needs you for the operatics." Brian, as you'd remembered from pictures, had curly black hair and seemed to tower over everyone around.

"Brian and Roger meet my sister." They both gave small, awkward waves when he failed to give them your name.

"I'm Y/N, sorry. I guess he doesn't remember." You jerked your head at your brother and shot him a dirty look. "D'you forget my name or something?" His friends let out a chuckle and John now gave you a mean expression.

"Give me a minute, it's on the tip of my tongue." You dug your fingers into his sides, drawing out a painful laughter before he cried for you to stop.

"Well, it's nice to finally get the chance to meet you guys," You said, taking a step to shake their hands.

"Likewise," Brian smiled, "I'd love to stay and chat but I've got to get him in there before the bill for this album goes up any higher."

You didn't quite recognize Roger, at least not in a fur coat and a pair of dark sunglasses, but Brian immediately dragged him away from the farm animals and into the studio.

"Uh, John?" You looked at him with amusement, "you didn't tell me your band mates were hot."

"There's a reason for that."

"You've been cock-blocking me for years."

"Shut it."

•••

You had the pleasure of seeing Roger in the recording studio in the middle of his galileo's. It was incredibly tempting to laugh, but everybody else seemed annoyed he couldn't get as high as Freddie wanted.

He did his best not to look at you for too long, but there were more times than you could count that you two caught each other staring.

He also did his best at keeping away from you. Suddenly, he was always the first one up, he made the first pot of coffee in the morning and kept to himself. You hadn't known him before, but there was enough talk about it between the boys for you to know it wasn't normal.

One afternoon you offered to grab everyone lunch from a pub in town, Roger left his order on a postcard and spent the entire day holed up in his room, despite being needed in the studio.

More and more you came to stay with them, choosing the little farmhouse over college parties and pubs, and the boys loved having you around. You broke up the testosterone in the house and always made the bathroom smell like flowers. Your visits, however, revealed the pattern in Roger's strange mood swings.

Freddie noticed it at first, and pointed it out to John who then told Brian. Your brother made nothing of it, and left the two of them to talk to you about the situation.

"Y/N?" Brian turned down the music from the car radio, you two were on your way home from the grocery store.

You gave a muffled response, having had a few chips in your mouth.

"I don't mean to pry, and you don't have to answer, but–" He paused in the awkwardness, "did something happen? Between you and Roger?"

You nearly choked, "Oh my God, Brian," You sent him a look from the passenger seat, "No, definitely no." He didn't seem to like that answer, the wrinkles between his eyebrows told you so.

"Why? Did he say something?" A small rise of panic began in your throat, "Bri, I swear–"

"No! No, he didn't say anything. The boys and I have just taken a little notice of something is all." He let a few seconds pass before beginning again, "He just seems to be very quiet when your in town, stays in his room a lot, never sleeps in, and he doesn't really like to eat with us, you know?"

"Oh, okay. I mean, I don't know. I've only ever known him to be like that. Do you think something's wrong?"

"Well–"

"Wait, so you thought it was because of me?" He came to a red stoplight and turned to look at you.

"No, not at all. Well, okay maybe." His eyes grew bigger, "Not in a bad way! Of course not anything like that, he's just been so weird, and it's only when you're around. So we all kind of assumed–"

"–Cause we hooked up and it ended weird?"

"Not in so many words, but, yeah." The car lurched forward through the intersection. "But you said nothing happened."

"Nothing, yeah. Sorry, I wish I could be more help."

"S'alright, love. Just means now I've got to actually ask him what his problem is."

He told you he'd find out and let you know, but he'd make sure to ask after you went home, which was the next day.

You didn't go back for a while after that, not because of Roger, but because school was a bit more intense after midterms and your mom had started holiday baking in the middle of November.

A week before the month was over, John and the rest of them ended up stopping by on the way to a 'band event' is what they called it.

While you were coming out of the bathroom you heard voices, Freddie and Roger.

"What's your problem, Rog? We're in her bloody house and you can't even make eye contact with her, it's weird."

"Fred, Brian already pestered me about this weeks ago–"

"And he was given a vague answer, you're being rude, it's ridiculous. What's wrong with you?" Dishes clinked around in the sink, your mother walked past you into the kitchen with the leftover peas on a platter and walked back out.

"She's John's sister, okay? That's the issue." Freddie blinked.

"And?"

"She's his sister. I mean, that's off limits, it's gotta be."

"Oh." Freddie paused from washing the dishes, "Well now it all makes sense. So you like her, then?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that's sweet, Rog, but it's not an excuse to be a dick."

Roger shook his head and started wrapping the chicken up with tin foil, "Trust me, I know."

You decided it was best not to go into the kitchen at that moment, instead returning to the table with noticeably red cheeks. To make matters worse, John tapped your shoulder and let you know they were staying the night.

"Are there even enough beds?" He shook his head no. "Then where are they all sleeping?"

Turns out you were sleeping on the couch, despite your complaints. John was in his room with Brian, which left your bed for Roger and Freddie.

•••

It was now almost half past one in the morning, everyone had been asleep for a while. The wine was catching up with you a second time, and you woke up in the middle of the night having to pee.

Groggily, you made your way inside and shut the door. A few minutes later, Roger felt the same pressure on his stomach and slid out from under Freddie's arm draped across him.

A yellow glare fell on the floor outside the bathroom, Roger, slightly drunk and very sleepy, assumed someone left the light on.

"Shit, sorry." The image of a girl in the bathroom made him jump, "I didn't realize anyone else was up."

"S'okay, I'm just washing my hands." You dried them and stepped out, "the door doesn't have a lock."

"I see." He rubbed his eyes and avoided making eye contact with you out of embarrassment, he suddenly felt self-conscious about being shirtless.

"Y'might want to think about knocking next time, though." You diverted your gaze downward, but your eyes lingered on his bare torso.

"Yeah, I'll make a note of that." He blushed and stepped aside for you to get past. He was almost grateful you were only just washing your hands, seeing you half naked in this situation would've been mortifying.

"Night, Roger." You disappeared from his vision around the corner to the living room.

"Night," He said, standing there for a moment before going inside the bathroom.

•••

It wasn't meant to be a big thing, just a few guys in a pub with family and friends to celebrate the new year. Freddie, however, turned his nose up at that idea and threw a party of his own.

Earlier throughout the night, you were given various drinks, mostly champagne. John did his best to keep you from taking too much, lucky for you.

"Just keeping an eye out for my baby sister," He would say, before you stuck your tongue out in protest.

The entire time knowing him, Roger had been skittish around you, for reasons you now knew. Tonight, however, he was different.

Drink after drink on his part, he warmed up to you. Brian even took notice and gave u a thumbs up when he saw the two of you talking. It wasn't about much, and it was kind of awkward, but watching his baby blue eyes glaze over underneath the yellow light of the chandelier made you feel something.

Even later in the evening, he tried to flirt. You then caught Freddie giving Roger a thumbs up like Brian had done to you.

It was charming, watching him across the room throw his head back to laugh, and he always watched you back.

Then midnight came, and with everyone gathered outside on the second story patio, he tapped your shoulder a minute before twelve.

"Roger?"

"I've got something to say to you." He was meant to continue, but your interest in other matters made him clam up.

"Where's your date?"

"Didn't bring one," He stated plainly.

"What about that brunette I saw following you around inside?" You crossed your arms over your chest and smiled.

"M'not terribly interested, I've got this thing for someone else." He said it with a lopsided smile, and you suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him.

"You've got about ten seconds to find someone, then."

"But I've already found you." It was almost innocent when the words tumbled out of his mouth, like a school boy with a crush.

"You know," You paused, the clock was ticking, "we've barely spoken, and I've only known you for a few months."

"My deepest apologies, love." His fingers found themselves in the loops of your jeans, and you watched those baby blue eyes until you could see the whites tinged red and all of a sudden people were celebrating.

Your lips were on his for a few seconds and it was soft and sweet. Then, his hands found their way around you, and it almost felt like the fireworks were for the two of you instead of New Year's Day.

[hoseokbubu]

Pinkie [chapter 3]

When they walked up the stairs to their floor, Yoongi was getting ready to take out his trash. “Hey Jimin”. Jimin’s heart stopped, but he knew after their conversation earlier, he had to start calling him by his name.  

“Hey Yoongi” Jimin squinted at the way his voice sounded so insecure. They just passed each other and went their separate ways. When they made it into the room, Jimin let out a huge breath.

“That was crazy… did you see that?” Taehyung was pretty amused, to say the least. “You guys literally only said hi to each other..” Jimin threw a pillow Taehyung's way and got him right in the face.

“Better than nothing amiright?”

◾◾◾

It's now Saturday afternoon and it's Jimin day off. He usually sleeps in as long as he can, or takes as many naps as he can. He’d be napping right now if it weren't for his loud neighbors. Most saturdays, Yoongi and his roomate seemingly have a few friends over and it's always pretty loud. He didn't mind much, unless he was trying to nap like now, but Jimin’s grateful this is a once a week type of thing and not every night, so he doesn't get mad, just decides he's done napping and climbs out of bed. It's better if he does something productive anyway. He barely made it to his dresser when there was a knock on his door. He quickly grabbed the closest sweatpants and ran to the door, assuming to find Taehyung. They always try to find a way to see each other on days off, but when Jimin opened his front door, shirtless and sporting some bad bed head, all he saw was “Yoongi hyung?” Yoongi tried his damn hardest not to let his eyes go where they wanted to go. It was LITERALLy painful keeping control of himself.

“Hey Jimin, morning, did I wake you?” he was dressed in light wash skinny jeans and a big black zip up hoodie and Jimin couldn't but stare. He looked so comfortable and simple but so fucking hot.

“No, not at all, what's up?”

“Well uh, I have a couple friends over right now and were just kind of doing karaoke and drinking and.. well do you wanna maybe come hang out?” Jimin was ecstatic at the invitation but laughed.

“You guys start drinking this early??” Yoongi smiled at the giggling Pinkie and pulled out his phone to check the time.

“I mean it's past 2 so..” Jimin laughed again “yeah I think I’d really like that” When silence fell between them again Jimin suddenly remembered he was shirtless and crossed his arms. “I'll be over in a second I need to change” he laughed awkwardly and didn't give a Yoongi a chance to respond and just shut his door.

“Okay breathe. Breathe. Call Tae. Tae will help.” He quickly dialed his best friends number and jogged in place nervously.

“TAE TAE TAE TAE TAE” Jimin yelled when he finally picked up. “Oh my god what??”

“HEINVITEDMEOVERTOHANGOUTWITHHISFRIENDSANDDRINKBEERSANDIMGOINGOVERWHATDOIDO?”

“Okay… uh. So you're gonna go hang out with him and his friends.. In his house?”

“YES. NOW HELP.”

“Okay, but calm down first. What are you going to wear??” Jimin was raking through his hangers trying to find something. “I don't know Tae I was kinda hoping you'd HELP ME” Taehyung laughed, “Wear your ripped skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, don't overthink it. You're only going over to hangout so just dress comfortably.” Jimin let out a breath.

“Thanks, I seriously can't think at all right now.”

“No problem just remember, be yourself and stay calm.” Tae always has the best advice. Jimin feel 200% better as he hangs up with Taehyung and yanks his clothes out of the closet. He laid it out all on the bed and stared at it thinking, ‘now how can I make this sexier?’ He suddenly remembered the thin leather choker Tae bought him for his birthday last year. He's never really had a reason to wear it until now. Once he was fully dressed he smiled at himself in the mirror and slipped his converse on. It took him way too long to knock on Yoongi's front door but once he did, it was opened almost immediately revealing a very drunk looking friend of his.

“Oh hey you're Jimin. Come on in Yoongi is peeing.” Jimin laughed at his words walked came in holding a bottle of wine that's been sitting in his cabinet for too long. The first thing he sees when he walks in is a big comfy couch with a hyper ass boy jumping on it singing Bboom bboom by Momoland at full volume. The man who opened the door for him quickly got his attention back though when he hears a “damn your ass IS fucking great” from behind him. His eyes widened and he turned to look at him but Yoongi was pulling Jimin by the arm.

“Don't listen to Hoseok. He's already an idiot but when he's drunk there's no telling what he'll say.” Jimin tried to pay attention to his words but all he could seem to focus on was the burning feeling he felt on his wrist where Yoongi was still holding him. He must've noticed Jimin absence because suddenly Yoongi let go “sorry”. Jimin silently gasped.

“What? No it's okay, sorry, I was just uh distracted by what your friend said.” Yoongi's eyes narrowed, “What did he say to you?”

“Oh? I thought you heard him, it's not a big deal.”

“I didn't hear, I only mentioned him having a big mouth because I half expected him to hit on you.” Jimin flushed up a little at that, not knowing if he should tell Yoongi that's exactly what he did. Yoongi caught on.

“Oh shit, he did. What did he say? Did he make you uncomfortable??” Jimin smiled at his protective tone but decided not to overthink it.

“He just said, “damn your ass IS fucking great” but it's fine, it's kinda nice to hear that my ass is great. And He's your friend so I'm sure he's harmless, right?”

“He said… what?” Yoongi looked more than irritated but swallowed it down. “No you're right, he's harmless, but he's also taken, so.” Jimin’s heart sank. Taken by who? You?

“OH cool no don't worry I wasn't gonna go after him, I was just caught off guard a little, I uh don't want your man I promise.” Yoongi felt a twist in his tummy. He told him that so he wouldn't try to get with him, not so he'd think Yoongi was his boyfriend. He wanted to explain that they in fact aren't dating but a very buzzed Bboom Bboom boy ran up to the pair with two beers.

"You haven't started drinking yet??? Come on come on they have Big Bang!!!” He yanked Jimin to the TV, despite not even knowing his name, and put on If You. Bboom Bboom boy was very tipsy already but Jimin wasn't so he took a second to chug his beer and set it aside. If he's about sing in front of his crush, he's doing it at least one beer in. The intro played through and Bboom Bboom boy started out very soft and emotional. Wasn't he just jumping around two minutes ago? Jimin sang his part and got so lost in it that he forgot Yoongi was watching him, four feet away on the couch. Some time when it wasn't his part, Hoseok handed him another beer, and before he knew it, the slow song was over and him and Bboom Bboom boy were jumping around screaming the lyrics to Cherry Bomb. Yoongi sat there with a grin plastered on his fact, he's glad Jimin gets along with his friends, and he's hoping that means he’ll come back soon. Hoseok was next to him on the couch, but was still too plastered to function. He just sat there laughing and dancing in his seat.

“Jesus christ he's hot” Hoseok spewed out, eyeing Jimin who's still dancing around and laughing and drinking. Yoongi knew he was drunk so instead of snapping like he wanted to he just took a deep breath and agreed.

“Yeah, he is.” In less than 20 minutes, Bboom Bboom boy who, at some point during the last song, introduced himself as joonie, was now on his back out of breath. Jimin just laughed and turned to look at Yoongi but only saw a passed out Hoseok with a beer that was ready to spill. Jimin found him in the kitchen, rummaging the fridge for a drink.

“Thank you for inviting me tonight, I'm having a lot of fun. Your friends are nice.” Jimin giggled and swooshed the beer in his hand around. Yoongi met him at the kitchen counter with two fresh beers. “I'm glad you're having fun” he sipped from his bottle and an awkward silence fell over them. They both had something to say but had no idea how to say it.

“Me and Hoseok arent-”

“I'm sorry im always-” They spoke at the same time, cutting eachother off. They both laughed at the situation, but did it again.

“I'm sorry-”

“You first-” They stayed quiet for a second and Jimin just cutely pointed at him to suggest he starts. The elder chuckled, ‘how much cuter can he get?’ he thought.

“I was just gonna say that Hoseok and I aren't together.. kinda seemed like you thought that earlier” he fiddled with the cold bottle in his hand. Jimin's heart swelled, ‘oh thank fucking god’ he thought, but he just says “OH sorry for assuming.. thats rude haha”

“What were you gonna say?” Jimin suddenly regretted speaking before, because now it’s his turn.

“Oh it's nothing I just wanted to apologize.. for always running away. You're not a scary guy, you're really nice..” Yoongi took a sip from his drink to give him the courage he was lacking.

“I forgive you.. but can I know why? If not because I'm scary then why? I mean.. it's been two years, Jimin.”

“I know, I know, and I'm sorry, I'm such a shitty neighbor I just-” he stopped talking to chug the rest of his beer.

“Listen, I'm not very confident okay? so when I see someone who I'm attracted to, I tend to take the fuck off instead of talk to them” Yoongi's face had changed at some point from a confused expression to one that Jimin couldn't figure out.

“Attracted to?” Jimin didn't bring his head up but just nodded.

“So… the reason you haven't talked to me for a full ass two years.. is because you're attracted to me??” Jimin took a deep breath. He really didn't wanna ruin this new friendship. He nodded again, and for a good 30 seconds, neither of them said a word. and apparently it was long enough for Hoseok to stumble into the kitchen and interrupt.

“GUYS namjoon passed out and I can't carry his heavy ass by myself please help me”

[wiccanscauldron]

My job sucks and i have to quit

Sorry for the rant but i feel like i have to say this and i know my bosses wont listen.

I work at a dog daycare/ hotel. In theory its the best job ever and at first it was. However, as time went on I realized its a nightmare

Ill use different names to protect their identities but well call my supervisor lizzy. And the two girls who got promoted to shift leads rebecca and candice.

Lizzy is the lowest on the platform of managers. She’s considered a manager but doesnt make big decisions for the business like the managers do. Shes called a manager but shes just a supervisor.

Rebecca use to be nice when i was in training and candice always appeared to be timid/ laid back.

The owner recently gave people promotions and raises or bonuses and once rebecca and candice got their promotions they changed. Rebecca is now snarky and questions me 24/7. Candice is now bossy and always points out shit for me to do (even though we have the same job, hers just now includes a possibility of longer hours and a more flexible schedule).

Last Wednesday i went inside to do some cleaning (we always have a cleaning list) and Rebecca questioned why i wanted to clean. I told her its a part of my job and since there were 3 other people in the yard, it shouldnt be a problem for me to go clean something (it was an extremely slow day, dogs were all sunbathing and sleeping). Not 10 minutes later candice comes in telling me i have to go back outside because its too crazy out there and they need my help. So i go back out. Within a minute of being out there Rebecca says “im going to take my ten minute break.” When she comes back i go for a “bathroom break.” I check the cleaning list and the bitch did everything. THEY TOOK ME OUT OF DOING MY JOB SO THEY COULD GET TO IT FIRST.

A couple weeks ago i was on a closing shift with lizzy and i was going through the unwritten cleaning list we had to do before we leave. we had an hour left and it was actually getting cold because i was outside spraying the yard with enzyme (stuff that takes the pee smell away and replaces it with peppermint) and i went inside and put my work jacket on and started folding laundry that had just finished. The door bell rang and the last daycare dog was picked up. So i locked up and went back to folding laundry. Lizzy comes in and says “you know you have to clean rooms before we leave right? You cant leave rooms dirty over night. What are you doing?” I explained to her that i wanted all daycare dogs to go home before cleaning or id have to clean each room individually but i was doing laundry and wanted to finish them before moving on to cleaning. She then made it seem like i was packing up and leaving and abandoning my duties and cleaned the 3 rooms herself angrily. For the next week Rebecca and candice made me go inside and clean every single room that had been slightly dirty. Im sure lizzy told them and they took it as a way to pick on me.

At my job people talk a lot about their dogs and you can bring yours in if you want. My dog passed away last year and i haven’t gotten a new dog since but i still talk about her at work when the opportunity presents itself... or i try. Lizzy and candice bring their dogs in almost always. Rebecca only brings her dogs when they need a bath. They will talk to eachother about their dogs and the adventures they go on, their quirky personalities and funny stories. They always move away from me while talking and if theres a third person they always block me from the conversation by standing in front of me. When i start talking about my old dog they talk over me and pretend i don’t exist. Most recently they talked about going on hikes. Rebecca talked about taking her dogs on a concrete path hike on a very hot day and her dogs getting severely injured. I was shocked that she would do that. Thats not only extremely irresponsible but also mean. She talked about how stupid she felt afterwards and everyone comforted her saying “its not your fault, you didnt know” which could be true but when i start talking about taking my dog on a long walk next to the beach and railroad tracks and her chasing the birds they disperse immediately and ignore me completely. That day i left the yard without saying a word and made myself look busy inside until it was time to go home.

My last straw was today. We had a puppy bowl as a fun activity tying into the superbowl. Which really just means they put tape on the yard making it look like a foot ball field, gave bandannas on dogs and let them play with football toys. Rebecca, candice and lizzy used it as an excuse to not do any work saying the puppy bowl took a lot of their attention away from their duties and got away with it. Which left me to do all the cleaning for my closing shift. I started cleaning at 4 and didnt get fully done until 9:10. My shift was supposed to end at 9. I didnt stop for a break or even water. Sounds like an exaggeration but its not. I finished the cleaning list within an hour. One thing on the cleaning list took a lot of time after the hour but i included it as part of my other duties. Before we leave we have to let the dogs go to the bathroom one last time and i was gonna use that time to clean dirty rooms (there were 15 because Rebecca, lizzy and candice didnt do anything, normally there are only 3-5) i had to clean the glass on all the doors (each room has a glass door) refill the dogs waters, clean up any mess, feed some of the dogs that arrived late for boarding, dishes (which was doubled since no one did anything today) and laundry. All of that on top of front desk asking me to get daycare dogs to give to their parents (there were about 30 dogs at the end of the day). At the end I realized i was doing everyone’s work and chances are id still get criticized for not doing a good enough job. I started getting heavy chest pains accompanied extreme feelings of dread and depression. Im the only person at my job who does their job and gives a shit about the dogs. 90% of the time i clean up after the dogs. If there is a cleaning list, im on top of it. If a dog is injured im the only one who takes care of them, im the only one who cleans off their eye boogers and makes sure the shy ones get any attention. When they start picking fights i dont yell at them and pin them down. I get them to play with someone else instead of fighting (and ive been told im too nice in the yard). I give more of a shit than anyone, im picked on repeatedly and im ignored. Only one person has noticed my hard work and when that person told others they began to ignore him too. I have done nothing to make anyone dislike me and yet i am the outcast. Is it because im the youngest there? (im 21 btw) i think it is because they fired The youngest most recently and everyone picked on her too. (She was 20) i dont think i can tell management because they ignore anything they dont want to hear and they cherish Rebecca, candice and lizzy more than anything.

So now im looking for a new job because a part time minimum wage job should not have to make you feel like youd rather die or give you horrible chest pains.

[little-owly]

THIS TOOK FOREVER AND IM SO SORRY PLS FORGIVE AAAAAA

(let’s just pretend bryan and joey are dating and live together ssssh)

“Here you go,” Bryan smiled, handing the hot coffee cup to Joey. The sunshine of the early morning seeping through his office window. The two of them alone – surprisingly beating Matt and Bobby to the office first.

“Thanks.” Joey yawned, grabbing the foam cup, his thing fingers holding it gently, “I slept horrible last night.”

“I…thought you came home at 10? What happened?”

Joey paused, drinking from the cup, the warm inviting taste of the coffee running down his throat. He noticed Bryan had added more cream than usual, not minding however. Just as long as the coffee did it’s job.

“There was a problem with editing,” he replied, wiping away a drop of the drink from the corner of his mouth, “I didn’t wanna leave until it was fixed. I didn’t get in until 2 am.”

Bryan crossed his arms as he rested against the open door, “tsk tsk, so you only slept 4 hours? On a Te//am Ed//ge recording day?”

“I know, I know – but I’ve been drinking coffee nonstop to wake me up. I’ve down 3 cups already,” another long sip, “well, making it’s way up to 4.”

“Huh…4?” Bryan smirked. A smirk which screamed trouble – Bryan began to plan in his head. Joey needed to be punished, how many times has he told him to get home early for sleep? How many times have they’ve gone through with recording while he dragged on – nearly passing out from exhaustion during challenges?

Well, Bryan had to put a stop to it. Teach Joey a lesson.

“Yeah, why?” Joey asks, voice low.

“Oh, nothing. Drink up and let me know if you want me to make another cup for you,” he smiled, moving to kiss Joey’s forehead. The other sleepily chuckling.

“Thanks, Bry.” he replies, watching him walk away. Not knowing his punishment was just starting.

–

“Hey, Joey, just a quick heads up. We got an hour before recording.” Matthias popped into the office’s kitchen area. Joey finishing off the last cup of coffee, much more awake.

“Jeez dude, lighten up on the coffee before your heart gives out or something,” Matthias laughed, Joey rolling his eyes.

“Sorry, I’ll try not to drown myself from the inside.” He laughs along, Matthias sighing.

“Seriously. Take it easy, yeah? You’re gonna pee every five seconds at this rate.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Worse case scenario, I end up peeing for minutes at a time.” Joey shrugs, tossing the cup away, Matthias paying no mind to him.

In fact, maybe he was right. The sudden pressure in his bladder nagged at him. The coffees adding to his bladder. To top it all off? He was in such a rush, he hadn’t gone in the morning, still holding from last night.

Yeah, it’d be smart to go now – Joey thought. Rounding the corner to the empty hallway, only to come face to face with Bryan, who was walking away from the bathroom.

“Oh, hey,” Joey smiled. Bryan greeting him with a soft peck to his lips.

“Where you heading to?”

“Uh, the bathroom. Pretty obvious since this is the only way to it-”

Joey squeaks as Bryan takes his hand and pins him to the wall. Their faces only inches away. Joey’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I don’t think so,” Bryan whispers, voice low as he leans in closer, “I think you need to learn your lesson for coming home so late. For not listening to me when I tell you to get rest before we record.”

“What are you-”

Joey hissed as Bryan firmly placed his hand on his bladder. The pressure intensifying – not to a painful level, but a discomfort. Enough to make him arch his back slightly against the wall.

“You don’t get to use the bathroom at all until after we’re done recording for the day.” Bryan explained, Joey’s eyes looking back into his, “during breaks, you’ll drink whatever I give you. If i even see you sneak off to the bathroom, I’ll make your punishment harder, is that clear?”

Joey waits. Seeing Bryan’s eyes go soft from their intense stare down. Waiting for his okay. He knows all he says to say is ‘no’ and he’ll be free to go – but he wants to see how this plays out.

“O-okay.”

Bryan smiles. Quickly unpinning Joey as footsteps approach. Connor appearing, shirt completely wet, a new shirt in his hand.

“Oh hey,” he awkwardly smiles, “er, nobody’s going in there, right? Gunner thought it’d be funny to knock down my soda with a crumbled up paper ball,” he rolls his eyes.

“Nope! Go right ahead. Joey’s good too,” Bryan adds on. Walking away with Joey following behind.

The hour passed relatively quickly. Bryan only popping into Joey’s office to get him to the Ed//ge Spa//ce.

Joey slowed on the walk over. The discomfort rising in his bladder. Enough to where he’d normally stop what he’d doing and go.

“Ready for today’s challenge?” Bobby asked, tapping away at his clipboard.

“What is it?”

“Soda tasting challenge, part two.”

Joey groaned.

The universe was really out for him today, wasn’t it?

–

“Break!” Matthias called. Sitting up from his seat, leaving behind a laughing Bryan and…an unusually quiet Joey.

“Here, drink up-”

“Bry, I just drank like, 7 different sodas. I’m going to die if I drink anymore.”

“Oh c'mon. It was just one swallow each. Just drink up this water bottle.” Bryan instructed. Sliding the (rather large) bottle across the table to Joey.

His bladder screamed at him as he cautiously uncapped the bottle. Slowly gulping the water. Wanting nothing more than to please Bryan enough to let him go.

“Alright, back – Bobby? What’s next?” Matthias asked.

“Uh…hold on,” a pause. Joey casually pressed his legs together under the table. A low throb beginning in his lower belly. As long as his legs were pressed together, he’d be fine. The throbbing already subsiding, returning back to a dull pain. The ever increasing need to go still in the back of his mind.

“Oh! We’re doing another version of 'The Floor is Lava’ challenge. We added some more obstacles, we just need to set up.”

“Joey won’t mind helping out you and Matt set up!” Bryan added in, “I’m gonna use the bathroom really quick.”

He sighed. Carefully getting up to put down the tarp.

–

Joey whined, his bladder throbbing more, the liquid from before sloshing around in him. The pressure intense as he ran. Trying keep up. Trying to act as if nothing was wrong.

That is, until he leaped a bit too far in between obstacles. The spurt of warmth against his left thigh, slowly dribbling down. His face flushed, wincing.

“N-no,” he whispered, turning towards Bobby.

“C-can we take a break? I need to use the restro-om,” he asked, quiet as ever.

“Sure, you don’t look the best right now, dude. You sure you can go on?”

Joey nods. Looking back around to see Bryan and Matthias playfully arguing back and forth over who got last place. Bryan facing Matthias long enough for Joey to sneak around to the bathroom.

It…wouldn’t be much trouble if he just peed a tiny bit, would it? Bryan wouldn’t realize the difference – and he was pretty sure he’d wet himself if he didn’t relieve some of the pressure soon.

“…Where’s J-F//red?”

“Bathroom.”

The quickly approaching sounds of footsteps made Joey whimper. Knees buckling together, breathing heavily through his nose. Quickly, he was pinned against the cold wall. Hidden from the others in the Ed//ge Sp//ace.

“I thought we talked about this Joey.”

“I…I know but I just n-need to go so b-badly and-”

“Did I give you permission to go?”

Joey stops. Shaking his head shamefully.

“Then why are you walking down this way? Are you disobeying me already?”

“P-please, Bryan-”

“No,” he paused, “In fact, I’m going to extend your punishment. Too bad, I was just thinking about letting you go during out mext break.”

“Bryan-”

He hissed once more, Bryan shoving his hand down to hold Joey. His grip tight as he leaned in closer, “if you leak anymore, I’ll punish you even more. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

He shook his head. Bryan removing his hand and unpinning him.

“Good boy. Let’s get back to the others.”

The last four challenges were absolute torture. He whimpered quietly between running, jumping, and other various tasks. Standing awkwardly – his legs pushed together tightly when the camera wasn’t on him.

Joey wanted nothing more than to go. Nothing more than to use the bathroom.

“Alright, thats a wrap for today!” Bobby announced, his own voice tired, “finally clocking in at 8 pm.”

The crew set things away, murmurs of “great job” and “see ya tomorrow” were heard as Joey silently walked back to his office. Not daring to look at the door to the bathroom on his way in. Bladder throbbing with each step he took. Desperate as ever.

He closed his office door before doubling over. Hands stuffed in between his legs, shifting to and from, shaking as he groaned. He used what little self control he had in him to sit down, crossing his legs immediately to stop himself from leaking – knowing it’d be obvious if he did thanks to his grey shorts.

Joey squirmed, concentrating so much on his control, he hadn’t heard the door open. Opening his eyes to see Bryan standing in front of him, eyes dark and arms crossed.

“How bad?”

“B-bad…please, Bry – I’ve held on all day and just can’t. L-let me go to the restroom-”

“No. You can’t.” Bryan chuckled, straddling Joey’s squirming hips. Joey whimpered more as the new pressure made his bladder scream at him once more. The dull, painful, fullness in him nearly making him cry. His cock just barely leaking.

“I…Bryan.” He shuddered. Shoulders tense and back arched against the office chair.

“Tell me why you’re being punished. Tell me why I’m not letting you go to the bathroom.” He replies, hand firm against the bulge of Joey’s bladder. The other gasping harshly.

“I…I didn’t listen and came h-home late. I didn’t get e-enough sleep…for today. I-” he hisses, more awkward pressure applied. Bryan’s hand pushing against his squirming body.

“…and?” Bryan prompts.

“And I…disobeyed when you told me not to go-oh god, it h-hurts Bryan, please!”

Bryan shakes his head, now bouncing his hand against the bulge, absolute agony for Joey.

“I need a genuine apology now, Joey. Can you do that for me? And maybe I’ll let you go.”

“Please!” The other gasps, tears rushing down his face as he leaks, the warmth trailing down his leg, “I know I messed up and s-should’ve listened to you! I k-know I was d-disobedient but please! I won’t ever do it again, oh god I’m not going to make it, I’m-” Joey moaned. Bryan stopping his torture on his bulge.

“Please…?” he whimpered. Nearly crying as Bryan finally got up from his position.

“Let’s go. I think that’s good enough.”

Joey sobs, Bryan helping him up inch by inch. The chair creaking as he fully stands – Joey shamelessly shoves his hands in between his thighs. Purely to keep everything in. His bladder throbbing with pain, filled to it’s limit.

“Ssh, everyone left by now. Just follow me and we’ll get there in time,” Bryan comforted, letting Joey through first. The office silent as ever – save for his tiny gasps and whimpers.

Joey cried out as they reached the bathroom door, Bryan opening it and letting Joey in. Joey’s knees buckling as he hurried over to the toilet.

With a gentle kiss to Joey’s neck, Bryan pressed his hand once more into the bladder bulge from behind.

“W-wait, Bry I n-need to-”

“What? You can go now, I gave you permission.” Bryan pauses, hearing Joey leak more onto the tiled floor. Quiet pitter patters filling the silence of the room.

He swat Joey’s hand away as he tried to take out his cock.

“Oh? You thought I’d let you use the toilet? That’s cute.” Bryan chuckled. The heel of his hand pressing harder and harder. Joey moaning all the while, growing weak as he leaned against Bryan.

The stream nearly shot out of Joey, running down both his legs, flooding his shorts and socks. The wet warmth trailing down his legs and crotch. The loud hissing and Joey’s moans was all the noise they could hear in the office. Joey rested his head on Bryan’s shoulder as his body went slack. The combined relief and pleasure too much for him.

The stream of urine nearly lasted minutes on end. The slowed down trickle and sigh alerted Bryan that he was done. The large puddle in front of them spreading in between the tiles.

With soft kisses to his neck, Bryan smiled, “learn your lesson?”

Joey could only nod, too tired to actually speak.

“C'mon, let’s get you cleaned up, alright? Just hold tight while I clean up the bathroom and I’ll get a warm bath started for you when we get home.”

Joey smiled softly as Bryan led him out the bathroom to his office. Thankful he remembered he’d left spare clothes. Looking forward to the promised bath.

[ikkanrana]

So I'm confused, I thought you adopted the cat who hid under your bed a lot, or were you just fostering him for a while?

we were set on adopting him and took him in as planned.

everything was shady from the start as they more or less just dumped the poor cat here and left didnt even come up to the apartment they literally waited by the car and just asked us to return the travel cage before they left… and i was like im not gonna pull him out of there never in my life (my thought was that theyd borrow us the cage to begin with and that we would return it next time we saw the contact person like some vet clinic lets you do but noooppee they wanted it back before they left and it wasnt even the contact person who left him :)) )

so no one did any background check on us or checked out how we lived or nothing i mean we could have been living in a landfill as far as they know but they just dumped him on us and we never got any veterinary journals or ID documents from the shelter who literally ignored our calls for a month begging to get his papers so we could see what his health problems were and what kind of vaccines he’s gotten etc etc

like i was scared of feeding him the acana dry food at first because the add stated that he had bad teeth that were still under treatment (which we kept asking about and CLEARLY stating that we can not sign an insurance with any company yet since dental issues arent covered by all and is EXPENSIVE as shit so we need to know exactly what is up with him to be able to sign anything obviously… but they literally ignored us for a month even tho theyve said that ~if theres everything dont hesitate to call whenever we’re here for u~ like lmao professional etc etc and it went so far i contacted them on the official site and asked for the contact person and the cats papers because we were worried obviously that he was in any sort of pain because of the “oh he’s still under treatment” they left us with

so we were scared to death because obviously we need to know so we dont make anything worse for the cat??? because he’s the one paying for it the the end and we were apparently his second home because the other family couldnt keep him either and i dont trust anything the shelter has told us about the previous fam tbh i think they did the same thing there and just dumped him on them

anyhow as time went by more and more strange things regarding his health popped up while the contact person avoided talking to us and only sent us a passive aggressive text when we asked if he even was castrated and why he was tattooed in the ear and not chipped (which is standard nowadays) and also that he had begin to scratch himself A LOT and pee indoors and that we STILL DIDNT KNOW what was going on with his teeth which is… you know…. sorta super important (i fed him ground beef now and then both for his stomach and for his mouths sake but he did eat the dry feed normally without any spills or half chewed pieces so he didnt seem to be unable to eat but thats just MY observations still have no vet documents or nothing)

and she just texted that she hadnt got the papers from the previous home yet and blah blah blah and he was indeed castrated and vaccinated and blah blah blah she basically got angry cause we doubted her (mind you this is over a month after he arrived and they havent checked up on him or even attempted to contact us back)then she told us some of his teeth had been pulled because he had been ran over (which were news to us) and that the treatment he had been under was for a potential skin disease and we were like??????????????????????? what the fuck do you mean skin disease he’s been here for a month and since day one i was worried because he was scratching himself a lot and very intensely and was losing a lotof fur and now you might have dropped a mange ridden cat on us without saying anything and then she stopped answering for another two weeks and the itching stopped as he got to clean himself more and he looked a lot healthier after starting on the good feed we got him but he was still peeing A LOT and he kept peeing everywhere in the apartment…. we kept asking for papers but nothing showed up still and i was worried something was off with his kidneys or urinary track but we got no answers so here we were with a potentially mange carrying cat with five teeth peeing indoors.

when they finally texted us back (because she told us that she “couldnt answer and prefered texts” because she had been “sick” etc etc and she literally told marina she wouldnt answer if i called cause i had been pestering her for a month asking questions she didnt wanna answer so she was like ~uhm sweaty i wont answer if its a number i dont have in my contacts~) it turned out that it wasnt the cat but the son in the previous family who got some sort of skin disease that was potentially able to spread to cats (???????) and the only two i could find was mange and ringworm which is like????????? what the fuck you just DUMPED him here and didnt say a word and also it turned out he had been peeing everywhere in the last home too and thats one of the reasons they couldnt keep him because they had kids and apparently he was stress-peeing everywhere

so basically nothing in the add or what the contact person had told us beforehand was true and they more or less just abandoned him here without any form of vet documentations or ID and without any research on us or our situation and whent afk and ignored us for almost two months just basically hoping we’d stop calling them and just let them leave the cat here without any repercussions

last week i got home and there was blood everywhere and he had been pooping nothing but water more or less and i immediately called marina who contacted this lina girl from the shelter… long (very long passive aggressive) story short she basically told me i was rude for saying that i didnt feel alright at all sitting at home without any means to travel with a sick cat peeing pools of blood and without anything to do to help him because she insisted he would come back after the vet check-up (which had to wait until HOURS later even tho i explained that he was literally peeing fucking clean blood and he needed immediate help) and that they then would start looking for a new place for him because they didnt have any places over or anyone standing in line to take him in and we were sooo rudeee for assuming and, quote: “no one is really standing in line for a sick cat that pees indoors” and i went NO, WE DIDNT DO THAT EITHER BUT HERE WE ARE and she just switched subject and told me i’d get this “emergency number” to call during the night if something were to happen and someone would come pick him up and i was like lmAoooo as if as fucking if no one will do that shes just trying to make her part of this easier again

and i was like i dont think he even should come back anyhow i think he should stay under vet care at least over night if not more because this is really serious and also if this is stress related we would do him no favour at all coming BACK here then getting put in a car AGAIN and travel back and forth and back and forth but she didnt seem to care tbh she just called us inconsiderate basically and that we couldnt just dump him on them like this in an hour and just expect them to deal with housing him etc…. so basically we were heartless abusers with no consideration for the animals wellbeing 👌👌👌

she didnt even believe that he was peeing blood she was like “oh well as i said you’ll get an emergency number to call if theres anything… which you use if hes SICK and not just, you know, peeing on the floor.” and it just made me angry and i told her that yeah no i think i get that without and explanation thank you im the one cleaning up the blood and she just laughed nervously and told me when they would come get him (which then turned out to be an hour later anyhow :))) )

and he was beyond scared when they arrived to pick him up and for the first time i saw this lina girl in person and she was just…. weird…. i ended up aiding a terrified cat in to the travel cage myself because all they did was scare him to a point where he completely soiled himself all over and peed more blood because they couldnt seem to bribe him in to the cage. and afterwards she just laughed and was like “well that was fast! last time it took 45 mins!!”……. im like????………. whats wrong with you.

and she promised to call me the next day since i was the one at home and my roomie was away at the moment but of course she didnt and LUCKILY for the poor cat the vet hadnt wanted him to go either and kept him over night. and the next day i told my roomie that we just can not take him back again we just cant it would do the cat a disservice and it would start all over again and they would block us or something and just leave him to his destiny here it wouldnt be good for anyone involved except lina who didnt wanna do her part of the work… she tried to guilt trip my roomie in to taking him back in so i took over and just straight up told her that no, we can not so it and it wouldnt serve the cat in a positive way at all to be tossed back and forth over and over ESPECIALLY not since he was diagnosed with stress related FIC and this happened despite living in a calm silent apartment where he got so comfortable he could sleep and relax on the kitchen chair and eat veterinary recommended food and live in a clean nice environment as an only cat…. like he had a really good life here the months he stayed.. and she kept insisting that it was OUR FAULT that he had gotten these symptoms and yet she just wanted him to go back here because she didnt know where else to put him sorta…..

i would never in my fucking life let an animal back in to a home i suspect would abuse or treat it bad like…?????? but yeah she then tried to pitch me and marina against each other (like we didnt talk to each other??? what the fuck did she think) and tried to guilt us in to taking him and despite me seeing screenshots of what marina had written she tried to lie about what had been said and what not so i just told her nope we’re not at home we can not agree to take him back again mostly for the cats best interest it wont do him any good the end and then she started threatening us sorta and i didnt answer anymore and now theyve shared his post four times on fb and still no one wants to take him in (despite them lying and embellishing in the add :)))))) )

So Super Long Story Short kattjouren can suck my ass and being a no-kill shelter doesnt mean you can keep the animals alive at all cost, if you have an old street cat with two teeth left and stress and anxiety related FIC that pees blood and scratches himself raw maybe its not a worthy life for him and maybe its better to let him move on.

but apparently we have no consideration for the animals health and wellbeing and are just terrible animal abusers who asks her to do her job 👌

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1/3 I need some advice. I have tree male, unneutered rats in a large cage (a savic suite) and they just do not want to learn to use the litter boxes. the problem is, one is a rescue and two have had a bad childhood so the rescue allows me to handle him but the others i only handle if i must and even then the poor things are still terrified and skittish, even after half a year of constant work. so i can't just grab them and place them in the litter box when they do their business somewhere

2/3 they shouldn't. therefore the cage always seems to be dirty because while i do collect stuff every day, even several times a day, it still soils the fleece linings and of course they also pee everywhere so there's that (i hear you can even train them to both pee and poop only in the litter boxes?). now the other problem i'm facing, is that i'm wondering if they dislike cloth? they always drag any cloth i put into their houses or other sleeping places out, sometimes they drag it in again3/3 after they got it good and dirty. they also chew the fleece a lot or pull it out from where i tugged it underneath the levels. i watched them lie on the bare plastic and seem happy enough, but i cannot let the plastic uncovered or there will be puddles in no time. i am seriously out of my depth here, i just want a clean cage for longer than two hours. if you or your followers can help me, i will try anything.Ok so sorry this took awhile my life has been crazy. So this is gonna be a long post and i can only help you with my own personal experience but if anyone else can help please do add to this.Anyway to start sadly some rats are just skittish and shy, even with proper breeding and handling so its no shock that rats with a sad background will be extra shy even with plenty of tlc. I have a current girl who just doesnt like being picked up at all even tho shes from a breeder and will come up to you and lick you and climb on you and her sisters dont mind being picked up, she just hates it. So sadly just keep working with them the best you can they might get better or they may stay skittish. As for the cage issues, do you make sure to put their litter boxes in places they regularly go the bathroom? Rats for the most part will choose secure corners and such to do their business so putting a litterbox in that area makes training them easier. Yes there are some rats that just stubbornly poop everywhere and at the point you need to look at other options besides fleece sadly. But also bricks and rocks are good additions for rats to pee on as they tend to like to use them for that purpose plus it helps their nails. Alsp try other litter types that are ofcourse safe, maybe they dont like the litter thats being used? Im sorry if im not much help on this most of my rats are pretty good about this and i get them young enough its not too much of an issue.For the fabric my rats do similar things, its a pain, i try to put chews and other toys that get their interest in chewing away from these chewing hot spots, it sometimes works. But rats will chew what they want sadly, putting tiles(which is good cause it keeps them cool) and lots of toys does lessen it tho. Also you can try binder clips but they may chew around those as well. For them pulling fleece out of hides depending on the hides you can binder clip the fleece to the hide or try newspaper, its a little messiar but they adore it and will stuff it into their favorite hides.Thats all i can really think of right now again. Sorry for the late reply and if i wasnt much help but hopefully my followers will add onto this as well.