#I managed to finish it the last day of November

[iusedtohavesixtoes]

Red Wolf Moon: De-Aging.

Chapter Two.

[sophaeros]

I rushed into the arena for My Chemical Romance, and found the front of the stage to be extremely crowded, humid, and hot. I looked up at the new band logo and was moved. Then, as the band appeared and suddenly played “I’m Not Okay”, I nearly fainted and was pushed out of the circular mosh pit, but somehow managed to hold on. My Chem’s second time at Summer Sonic was a rare stage appearance, coming just after they had finished their long-awaited new album. And as symbolised by Gerard’s dazzling blond hair, they loudly proclaimed the beginning of a new chapter. Mikey, the bassist, who has taken off his glasses and looks more manly, moved fiercely around like a different person, while Frank the guitarist seemed to concentrate on his playing more than usual. Ray’s guitar sounded sharper, and Bob’s drums roared with his long bangs blowing in the wind. Two new songs were performed that day, the first of which was “Dead”, a dance-inducing number with a riff reminiscent of the first album’s “Headfirst For Halos” (Gerard's comical movements were also great). “House Of Wolves”, following the same beat as the first song, felt like a new frontier with its glamorous and dramatic development like a musical. I enjoyed the bliss of listening to a new song live for the first time, fully activating every cell in my body to take in the melody and lyrics that I will continue to listen to and sing tens of thousands of times in the future. After explaining that he’d decided to quit drugs after Summer Sonic two years ago and was grateful to come back clean, Gerard said, “Arigato.”Despite injuring his leg while shooting a new music video, he ran from one end of the stage to the other to speak to the audience. The sound they played, reborn and standing on the Summer Sonic stage again, was full of confidence and pride. That’s why “The Ghost of You” was such a grand song that had so many people waving their hands from side to side, and “The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You”, which was performed live for the first time in Japan, caused a wave of simultaneous jumps and shook the stadium. And when the last song, “Helena,” ended and the whole venue responded with screams to Gerard’s words, “Sing it as loud as you can to reach the heavens!”, my heart was beating so fast that I couldn't wait to see the new world that My Chemical Romance will show me.

Even though Gerard and Bob had injured their legs while filming their latest music video, My Chem still came to Japan and showed us how much they've grown. They looked like they were in pain at times as they went through the minute-by-minute filming and interviews, but when the camera was pointed at them they smiled like this (impressed). Mikey liked the canned coffee so much he drank two cans in one go, saying, "This is so good! And strong! Why don't they have this in America!" We asked them about their powerful new work and got a real glimpse of how close the five of them are in the November issue of Rockin'on!

my chemical romance in rockin'on buzz, october 2006 / summer sonic, tokyo (x x) ph. 1 & 2 mishima takayuki, 3 & all text amida yukiko

[naughtyjjk]

jjk men during no nut november

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji | fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, teasing, blowjob, masturbation, orgasm denial (just bc of the challenge) ty to everyone who voted for this! it ended up being so much longer than i expected. anyway, enjoy — it's that time of year ;)

GOJO...

talks big at first about how easy the challenge is going to be, but quickly realizes how wrong he is when november actually comes. it's natural, after all; the more he's not supposed to do something, the more it's on his mind. so he finds himself thinking about sex all the time, thinking about you. he recalls the previous times you've fucked, how good it felt to have his cock inside you without any stupid rules holding him back.

he ends up becoming soo fucking horny that it's unbearable, getting himself all worked up and finding any excuse to touch your body. "i want you... god, i wanna fuck you so bad," he says, stripping both of you down and pulling out his cock. it's nice and hard already, dripping with precum. just looking at it makes you turned on, too.

he thrusts into you and as soon as he bottoms out, the full length of his cock buried deep, you stop him there and ask, teasingly, "are you sure you want to do this? you’re not supposed to come this month, remember?" but it’s obvious that this is the limit of his self-control. you can already tell how badly he needs it, unable to take the sexual frustration anymore. "will you be able to hold back from coming?"

gojo whines, cock twitching inside you. he's so desperate and aroused and there's no way he's going to stop now that he's already gotten this far. ignoring your warning, he begins to thrust into you, moaning at how good it feels.

in the end, he only lasts a few days, which means he doesn't get any bragging rights about making it through NNN. but he has no regrets at all because now he can fuck you whenever he wants.

NANAMI...

manages to hold out for a while, but loses by the end of the first week. he tries his best, but he's weak and just can't resist you. at night, he would jerk himself off because he needs some relief but forces himself to go slowly enough to make sure he doesn't come. it doesn't help, though, because he only ends up more turned on, knowing that he can’t fully give himself the orgasm he needs.

after a few nights of going to bed hard and aching, even the most innocent touches from you gets him all riled up. his resolve snaps when you wear extra revealing clothing one day, as if you're testing him on purpose—bending over to show your cleavage, wearing leggings that draw his attention to your thighs. you know he's lost the challenge when he reaches out to touch your your legs, trailing higher and higher until he's rubbing you through your panties.

you rock your hips against his hand, noticing the bulge in his pants, the outline of his hard cock. "are you going to do anything about that?" you ask, and his eyes darken. he's far too horny to hold back any longer, taking you right then and there.

"careful," you say when you notice him start to get close, whispering into his ear. "you don't want to accidentally come now, do you?" but of course that only makes him more aroused, knowing that he isn’t supposed to be doing this.

"fuuck," he groans, thrusting into you harder and you can feel him pulsing inside you, a warning. "i c-can't hold it." he comes in you and it's so hot and filthy and you can feel his release dripping down your legs. but he doesn’t stop until you’re also shaking and moaning, riding out your orgasm on his cock.

maybe next year, you'll both have more luck finishing the challenge.

GETO...

doesn't touch you at all. he's almost too good at keeping his hands off you, determined to win this challenge. it's annoying how composed he is at the halfway point, like he's completely unaffected by the whole thing. but just because he doesn't show it doesn't mean that it isn't slowly getting to him, too.

when the end of the month approaches, he's in constant battle with himself. on one hand, he's so close to winning the challenge; on the other hand, he's beyond sexually frustrated from denying himself for so long.

the day that his resolve snaps, you're eating a lollipop and decide to tease him when you notice him starting at your mouth. you swirl your tongue around the lollipop, licking, sucking, swallowing it down, all whole making eye contact with him. he's aching and hard in his pants by the time you're done and he makes you kneel on your knees in front of him as he pulls out his cock.

he says, "if you want something to suck on so badly, then show me just how good you are" and you're happy to do so. you do the exact same thing—licking, sucking, swallowing him down. swirling around his sensitive cockhead, tracing the veins on the shaft. it's been weeks since his cock had any stimulation so it doesn't take much to get him to the edge. soon, he's thrusting into your mouth, hands tangled in your hair, moaning at how good it feels. "f-fuck, your tongue—i'm coming, i'm—"

his cock twitches as he comes, spilling down your throat. he’s breathing hard. when his mind clears, he decides that it's worth it, even if he was only a few days away from completing NNN.

TOJI...

plays dirty the whole time. this man is absolutely ruthless. he teases you relentlessly, doing whatever he wants with your body—nothing is off limits as long as you don't come. which means he can still touch you, finger you, eat you out as long as he stops before either of you orgasm. and he does this all with a wicked, sexy grin on his face, knowing exactly the torture he’s putting you through.

by far the cruelest thing he ever does is fuck you with his cock and stop mid-thrust just as you're about to come. then he pulls out and leaves you there, desperate and begging for him to go all the way. but he doesn't. he never does. and he repeats this every day for the whole month, constantly getting you worked up and keeping you on edge while denying you of your release. denying himself, too.

he says, "don't feel too good yet, baby" even when you're moaning and whimpering, begging him to finally give in. “p-please—ah, please toji... i don't care about the challenge anymore, let me come—"

meanwhile, his own self control is made of steel; he could be rock hard in his pants, leaking precum, but just knowing the effect it has on you is enough for him to ignore his own desires for now. he gets off on making you more and more aroused, pushing your limits to see when you'll break. and if you're able to last the entire time, he's looking forward to the payoff at the end, where he gets to fuck you hard, leading to an orgasm that's been building up for a month.

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter ten:

<last chapter> <epilogue>

➴ warnings: none :)

➴ word count: 1k

➴ author’s note: and finally, the last chapter of IYLM,LMK. this one’s a bit shorter but i wrote a longer epilogue for you guys :) i’ve been writing stories since i was ten years old but this is the first time i finish the entire thing and actually like it. don’t know how to thank each and every one of you for reading what i write and for appreciating it as much as i do. but thank you.

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sophiamontenegro make me yours is officially, well, yours now!!!!

every time i release something i feel extremely lucky and grateful, no matter what. today, i'm more than happy to share this part of me with you all. we've been working on this album for a whole year now and it's insane how much things can change in such a short amount of time.

i've learned a lot about myself during this whole process and it's crazy yet so rewarding. this album is a message to everyone i love and to young sophia, specially.

hope u enjoy!!!!! 💙

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morgan.grace Soph, i can’t tell you how PROUD i am. I’ve known you for almost six years now, and i pray every. Single. Day. That we have the rest of our lives together. I love you so much! Happy horny album day! 💙

sophiamontenegro morgan.grace i love u

user1 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

user12 Jack can u fight lol

ellievlasic woaaaaaaah

njdevils sophia MONTENEGRO 💜

_quinnhughes Congrats Soph!

sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes thanks quinny!

lhughes_06 _quinnhughes sophiamontenegro Y’all coming for dinner tonight ?

_quinnhughes lhughes_06 You could’ve just texted

sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes jack and i are coming!!!

user5 sophiamontenegro yeah i bet u are

user3 I’m so in love with this album, horny sophia is my favorite sophia

user11 thats that me espresso indeed

jackhughes I wonder who inspired you to write these songs

user67 jackhughes crazy shit to say tbh

— ♡

IN the beginning of January, you started writing your sixth album. Well, you started writing it officially, with the help of your songwriters and producers, because truthfully, you’d been writing it since you and Jack started seeing each other— just some random lines here and there in your Notes app on your phone, that quickly turned into songs.

Months passed and life got extremely busy. People seemed to be very interested in your relationship with Jack, in a weird, almost comical way. Several social media managers have already contacted your team to ask for your participation in YouTube videos, interviews and TikToks, but you refused most of them.

You didn’t mind about talking about Jack or spending time with him in studios, but you knew it wasn’t his cup of tea— even if he never said anything— so you just tried to separate your love life from your career.

The New Jersey Devils failed to make the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and Jack was really upset about it, just like Luke, Nico and the rest of the team, because despite what happened back in November, they all worked really hard.

Time passed after that, and it was summer again, one year since you and Jack started seeing each other. Sometimes, sitting on the bench at his and Quinn’s summer house, you ask yourself if things weren’t moving too fast. In less than a year, your life changed in ways you never even imagined before and you didn’t know if it was scary or not.

But whenever you thought of Jack, you remembered his thick, beautiful lashes, blond hair decorating his arms and legs, blue eyes that brought the ocean to you, smile that brightened the world.

You remembered how he took care of you, how he’d listen to your songs and recommend them to people, how he’d go to your concerts whenever he had the chance, and how he was often seen wearing your merch around town whenever the two of you weren’t together. How he’d watch you perform and congratulate you every time. How he’d spontaneously post pictures of you on his Instagram account, and how he’d reply to some of your fans' comments.

You had been right all along; Jack is your forever. He’s it for you.

You feel the sweet, cold breeze hit your face and you smile, watching as Jack, Quinn and Luke played with each other inside the lake, while Hischier talked with Ellen and Jim.

“Can you believe this is our life?” You asked, quietly.

“Actually, yeah, I can,” Grace replied beside you, laughing. “The only crazy thing about this is us falling in love with hockey players. Didn’t see that coming.”

“Right,” you nodded. “I can't imagine myself with anyone else though. That’s bad,” you joked.

“I don't know if it is that bad,” she shrugged. “Jack loves you a lot. That man can’t stop staring at you even when you’re ten feet away from him.”

You laughed, turning your head back in Jack’s direction, finding those blue eyes you loved so much immediately, who was now running towards you, with his body drenched.

“No, Jack, stay away!” You yelled, getting up quickly and running away from him.

“Soph!”

You started laughing, which made you lose your pace, making it easier for Jack to wrap his wet, cold arms around your body, wetting your white dress.

“Jack, stop, you’re making me wet!”

“That’s what she said,” he whispered in your ear, picking you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist. “Hi, Soph.” He smiled.

You gave in and kissed his lips, smiling softly as he kissed you back.

“Hi, Jack Hughes.”

He put you down and turned you around, wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his chin on your head. “I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

That surprised you, and you felt yourself smiling even wider. “Not when you joined the Devils? Not when I won a VMA? Not when I gave you a blowjob just this morning—”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, kissing your cheek. “Those are all super happy moments but right now, here with you, baby… I’ll never be this happy again.”

A few years later, you’d look back at that moment and think, oh, Jack, baby, that’s just the beginning. Because he would say the same thing years later, when he kissed you at the altar, or when he held your daughter for the first time.

“I get what you mean,” you snuggled closer, ignoring the wet clothes. “I’ve been happy before. I am happy. But this… this is different.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “So different.”

“Will I ruin the moment if I say I need to go pee?” You bit your lip.

Jack laughed out loud and picked you up again. “I love you, Sophia Montenegro.”

“I love you more, Jack Hughes,”

“Well,” he kissed your cheek. “I think that’s up for debate.”

“Well. Maybe.”

— ♡

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jackhughes lucky fella. sophiamontenegro

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morgan.grace saurrrr cuteeeee I love you guys

user83 ADOPT ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

user86 imma start doing cocaine…

user1 i wanted to hate on them so bad but they lowkey fire asf :/

user7 soph when u hug him, remember you’re hugging my whole world…

nicohischier ❤️

user8 Ain’t no way he can handle all of that

trevorzegras user8 he can’t.

jackhughes trevorzegras fuck off

[conchcronch]

Kintober 2024: Day 11

WC: 3383

Summary: You’re in Wano after having been with Sanji and the rest of the crew in Whole Cake. You’ve been separated from Zoro for what feels like a century and you’re unsure what tomorrow will bring. So you better make the most of your evening, who knows when the next time you’ll have this chance again is, if ever.

A/N: Sorry for taking the break everyone, I had completely forgotten I had a work conference which really derailed my schedule and writing efforts. But no matter, I have every intention of finishing what I started, even if that means Kinktober is gonna sneak into November!

Sitting side by side with your crew for what felt like the first time in years seemed almost surreal. Hearing everyone laughing together, praising Sanji for his cooking and feeling Zoro’s arms brush up against your own, it felt like a dream.

Despite everything going on in Wano, everyone had pushed for one meal just the Strawhats to reunite and catch up. You had just spent weeks in Whole Cake, going head to head with Sanji’s entire family. Despite all that, your mind never strayed far from the swordsman. It had only been a few weeks before splitting up that you two had started exploring a relationship, but yet that time apart felt monumentous.

As the night went on, cups were clinked, bellies were filled and everyone caught up on the events of the last few weeks. You were trying your best to focus on your crew, laughing at every dumb joke, because truthfully, there was a point where you were unsure whether or not the crew would ever be reunited, but when you felt Zoro’s big hand on your bare thigh it was difficult to focus on anything else. The way his thumb moved in tantalizing circles on your inner thigh, the rough pads of his fingers pressing into your fat, it was making your body react more then you were willing to admit. You wanted to look at him, to meet his gaze, for him to see just how much his touch was affecting you, but you knew the moment he looked down at you you wouldn’t be able to think about anything else.

Slowly, crew members began excusing themselves, leaving the small hut you had commandeered for your meal. You began mentally counting down the minutes until you could slip away, praying the swordsman would follow not far behind. Once more then half the crew had left, you felt it was appropriate that you too left. You stood up, feeling his hand slide down your thigh before landing next to him on the bench where you were sitting. “I think I’m gonna go for a walk, see what I can of Wano before everything goes down.” You stepped out from around the table, hazarding a look over your shoulder at Zoro who’s eyes were on you, quickly picking up what you were putting down.

There was the slightest nip in the air as a cool night breeze rustled the bamboo as you walked down the stone steps leading away from the building. You had yet to be thankful for the number of layers that were required to wear such a beautiful kimono, rarely getting the opportunity to dress in something so pretty while you were adventuring, but as another gust blew through you the layers managed to keep you warm. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, listening close to hear a set of footsteps coming down the stairs behind you. You turned, seeing the large man walking down the steps like he had a thousand times, his hand on the hilt of Wado while the other rubbed at the back of his neck, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He looked so him.

“Oi, you just gonna stare all night?” You hadn’t realized he was in front of you, standing a few steps up and looking down.

“You got a problem if I do?” He shifted his weight, his eyes taking you in the same way you had him. He thought you had never looked more stunning then you did right now, the matcha green of your simple kimono was a perfect contrast to your eyes, the soft pink of your obi likely the most feminine thing he had seen you in, he silently wished you would bring this dress back to the ship with you so this wouldn’t be the last time he saw you in it. But, of course, he would rather never drink another drop of sake again before telling you that.

“If starin’ is all you’re gonna do, I’ll just go back up and start another bottle of sake.” He went down the few remaining steps, slipped his arm around your waist and tugged you towards the path.

“Oh, did you have other plans for the rest of our evening?”

“Got a few ideas.” He led you quietly before forcing you down a footpath into the forest. You wanted to question him but the hand that had been on your hip had slipped lower, his fingers pressing into the meat of your ass. Something that, due to the layer you could barely feel. He led you to a clearing, there was a hint of a foot path through here but since it was so late into the evening there was no one around.

With ease he pushed you against a cluster of bamboo trees, closing the distance between the two of you before you could even blink. His lips were on yours, teeth and tongue invading your mouth, groaning into the kiss as his hands grabbed roughly at your hips. Your senses were taken over by him, his earthy musk paired with the fresh air of the forest was intoxicating to you, every breath you tried to push out was swallowed by him greedily. He loved the green robe from his shoulders, working to untie his obi, his lips never pulling away from yours even slightly. He nipped at your lower lip, pulling a breathy sigh from you, getting a groan from him in response. “Fuckin’ missed you.” You almost missed it, the words muffled by your own mouth. His hands were back on you, his obi tossed aside as he began pulling at your many layers.

”Z-zo, be careful.” You pulled your head far enough away from him to get the sentence out, looking down between you to see his scarred hands that were yanking at your belt, almost to the point of tearing. You put your hands over his, stilling his pulling.

”Take it off.” He pressed his forehead to your’s, his breath coming out in pants as though he were a wild animal.

“I-I can’t.”

“If it’s not off in ten seconds, I’m gonna rip it off.”

“I can’t retie it.” He grabbed you by the hips, forcibly turning you around before pulling at the bow. Within seconds the tight fabric that had been holding everything together was pulled off, tossed on the ground next to his. You were spun around again, his hands working the small ties that were keeping the layers closed apart, not stopping until he felt your warm skin against his hands. He pulled your kimono open, holding it wide as though he was displaying your body to him, a curse falling from his lips unconsciously.

Beneath the fabric you were wearing very little, only a pair of black panties, your chest completely bare. Quickly you slipped your thumbs in the sides of your panties, knowing it was either that or they would be ripped clean in two if left on, forcing them down your legs and kicking them in the general direction of your obi. While he was gocking openly at you, something you would have expected of Sanji, not the green haired swordsman, you let your eyes run down his body. His yukata hung open, partially surprised he even kept it on. His cock was bobbing as he looked you over, a small bead of pre cum on the head.

Before you could stop yourself, you were wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the raging heat radiating from the appendage followed by a low groan. He dropped your kimono from his hand, opting instead to brace himself on a culm of bamboo behind you, his head dropping as he began losing himself in the pleasure of someone else’s hand. His hips weakly bucked into your hand, you ran your thumb over the head, gathering that little bit of pre cum and working it down his shaft. With every twist of your hand he let out a heavy breath, his teeth clenched and his gaze locked onto your body as you moved. His brain was overrun with pleasure, he wanted to say things to you, to whisper the dirtiest shit in your ear, all the things he had wanted to say to you over these past weeks. But his mind was completely blank, the only thing he was capable of understanding was how good your hand felt. “I missed you too.” You leaned your face forward so you could bring your lips to his, his kiss was lazy, his tongue slipping into your mouth the same way it would early in the morning as you kissed him as he came to bed after a night watch. “Missed you so much.” He hummed against you, his hips meeting your hand every time, groaning as you used your other hand to massage his balls as you sped up your hand.

He almost didn’t stop you as he felt his peak approach. Grabbing your wrist seconds before he was about to cum felt like the hardest thing he had ever done. But you didn’t question it, knowing what it meant. You let go of him, leaning against the bamboo behind you and watching as he tried to pull himself together.

His eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched as he tried to force his orgasm away. Knowing that when he tethered on the edge like that, something as simple as kissing you after so many weeks was enough to tip him over. You brought your hands to his face, forcing him to look at you as you stepped closer to him, needing to feel his body against yours. His arms wrapped around you exactly as you remembered, your arms around his neck and his around your waist, his face pressing into the top of your head as yours rests against his chest. He hadn’t realized just how much he had missed you, always trying to remain focused on the task at hand and knowing you were strong enough to take care of yourself when he wasn’t around. But despite all that, it felt like a small piece of him was finally back.

Since starting this relationship, there were very few moments like this. Zoro was never an overly sentimental person, preferring to show his feelings in quality time togerher rather then acts of affections, but he thought he could stand and hold you like this for hours. That was, until your hand encircled his cock again gripping it tightly around the base as you looked up at him, your eyes wide and pleading.

”Zo, we don’t know what’s gonna’ go down tomorrow.” He noted the hint of anxiety underlining your words, making him squeeze you tighter. “What if this is the last time we…” Your words faded, knowing he understood what you meant. Something about the volume of Wano, the foes you knew you’d face, even the ones you already had, for the first time since you joined the Strawhats, you questioned if you were going to be strong enough.

“Guess I’ll have to fuck you like it’s the last time, huh.” The jest in his voice, the half smile on his lips were his attempt to ease your concern, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough and he made a mental note to reassure you every chance he got.

He let go of your waist, kicking your legs apart with his knee so he could drag one finger between your folds. A breathy moan slipped from your lips as you leaned back against the bamboo, your head tipping back. “You’re practically dripping.” He knelt down, his free hand pressing the pads of his fingers into the meat of your thigh. He used his thumb to pull your lips apart, his face close enough that you could feel his hot breath where you so desperately needed his lips.

Without really thinking, your fingers grabbed his short hair and forced his face into your cunt. Never in your life, with him or any previous partners had you pulled such a bold move, but you had been more desperate for him then ever before and the moment you felt his breath on you you were done for. You felt him smile against your folds before his tongue lapped at your slick. You pushed your hips out, hoping it would give him more access, a long moan slipped from your lips when he pressed a thick finger into you.

You were so lost in the pleasure you completely missed the way he looked up at you. He was absolutely enamored by you, the way your hips were rutting against his face, your free hand coming up to cup your breast as a steady slew of moans flowed freely from your lips. He worked a second finger into you, your cunt tighter then even the first time he did this as he flicked his tongue over your clit again and against. Your hair was beginning to slip from the makeshift bun Robin had done for you, your tresses framing your face in a way that made Zoro’s cock twitch.

He forced a third finger in, spreading them wide so try and speed up the process as he began sucking your clit, making your fingers dig into his scalp. “Fuck j-just like that.” Your voice was breathy but you could feel your peak as he abused your bundle of nerves, forcing you over the edge when you felt him groan against you, the slapping of his fingers against your cunt drowned out by your long moan. The moment your orgasm was beginning to subside, he was off the ground, grabbing the backs of your thighs and picking you up. Your arms wrapped around his waist as did your ankles, locking around his waist. He was quick to push his cock into you, wasting no time taking it slow and bottoming out almost immediately.

The feeling of your nails biting into his nape was the only indication he needed to slow down a touch, giving you a moment to adjust to his size before starting to fuck you. The feeling of his warmth surrounding you, his strong arms around you, his body pressing you against the bamboo that was quickly warming to your skin, it was all so overwhelming after so long without being touched. It was a blessing none of your crew happened to walk by the foot path because there was no way for you to keep your sounds muffled. With every press of his cock into you he would let out a low groan, almost a growl, his face pressed into your shoulder as his thrusts sped up, his end clearly approaching quicker then normal. “Fuck you look so g-good all dressed up pretty for m-me.” From the moment he had seen you all made up, hair pulled back and such a feminine kimono cinching you in place, forcing you to stand up straight, you had been able to tell how much he liked this look for you, his eyes racking over you like a tiger eyeing prey. He ran his tongue over your shoulder and up the side of your neck, the salty taste of sweat causing him to moan right in your ear. “Think you’re tighter then the first time I fucked you.” You couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped past your lips at his words, forgetting the way his growl made your whole body rumble. ”Touch yourself for me, baby girl.” Your eyes lidded, your hooded gaze locked on his as you slipped on hand from around his neck, expecting to feel less secure between him and the trees but he just pressed against you harder. You were quick to press the pads of your fingers to your clit, working them in erotic, lazy circles, quickly increasing the speed until your fingers were matching his ragged pace.

You wanted to say something to him, tell him how much you missed his cock, how badly you had craved him while you were apart, but every attempt at words failed when all that came from your mouth was a wanton moan. “Wanna’ fill you.” You were barely able to catch the grumble into your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your neck as he fucked you into the bamboo behind you. ”Wanna’ make sure ‘veryone knows your mine, if it’s the last thing I-I do.”

“Zo” Your brow furrowed, the words being fucked out of you “C-can you c-cum ins-side me” The desire had never been stronger to have him fill you completely. Not knowing what tomorrow held, you figured might as well give into fantasy if it was your last time.

“You want me to fuck my seed into you?” You felt him smile against your skin, his canines grazing where your shoulder meets your neck as his pace somehow increased.

“Gods yes, make me y-yours.” His growled against you, his hips pounding into you so hard you knew you’d have bruises along your entire back.

“Gonna’ make sure ‘veryone knows who you belong to.” It was hard for your fingers to keep up, opting to rub your fingers together with your clit squished between, bringin you to a mounting orgasm that squeezed his cock like a vice. You were so cock drunk, riding your orgasm out, moans, cusses and his name leaving your lips like a chant. He was close behind you, the feeling of your cunt milking him was enough to force his orgasm crashing over him, his groan long and low in your ear. His hips slowed but didn’t stop, ensuring his seed filled every nook and crevice of your insides, sullying you for anyone else.

His breath was hot against your chest, his body still pressed against yours to make sure you didn’t slip out of the rather precarious position he had you in. Your hands were limp, one dangling at your side, the other loosely holding onto his neck. Your thighs were beginning to burn from the position, your ankles still locked around his hips but your legs felt sore. You wanted to say something, anything, thank him for a thorough fuck, or tell him how much you missed him, but no matter what elequant sentence you pieced together in your brain, you were completely unable to get it from thought into formed words. Instead, all you could do was whimper, his girth stretching you out to a point where your clit was stimulated from the inside, which had been a blessing but was not a point of major overstimulation. This paired with the ache throughout your lower half forced you to squirm in his grip, snapping him out of his post-climax fog.

With ease he grabbed the back of your thighs again, stepped away from the trees and lowered you down enough that your pins and needled feet could touch the ground. The change in position made the cum that has been corked inside of you, was now beginning to slip out of your well fucked entrance, a feeling you had not accounted for in the moment, and now made you cringe. You leaned back against the trees behind you, trying to catch your breath which seemed near impossible, while looking him up and down. His cock was still half hard but on its way to flaccid, his chest pink from exertion and his eyes looking over your body the same way you were his.

He stepped forward, his hands moving to the sides of your off white kimono undergarments, pulling the fabric closed and tying it with surprising delicateness, clearly this type of clothing was nowhere as new to him as it was you. He repeated the action with each layer, reaching down for your obi and gently turning you around. His tie wasn’t as elegant as Robin’s had been, but it was better then what you would have been able to do. You turned to watch him get redressed with practiced hands, watching as he bent down to pick up his own obi while grabbing your discarded panties. “What’re y-“ A smirk spread across his lips as he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple, his lips moving against your skin as he tucked your panties into his yukata.

”Good luck charm”

[toasttt11]

west coast

December 29, 2024

Allison walked down the sidewalk in Anaheim towards a little cafe that was near her hotel.

The team had gotten into Anaheim very very early this morning after flying straight from the game in Carolina last night.

The team had the day off and tomorrow they only had a practice and Allison was spending some time with a friend this morning and would be spending the rest of the day and most of tomorrow with her siblings and Trevor.

Allison walked through the front door and smiled a bit seeing Cutter sitting at a table, “Cut.”

Cutter looked up and smiled at his old teammate, “Hey little Hughes.”

They shared a quick hug before they sat down across from each other.

“He’s still sleeping?” Cutter asked amused knowing Luke said he might come to lunch.

Allison shook her head amused, “Didn’t even budge.”

Cutter grinned amused and wasn’t too worried about it knowing he would have time to see Luke with the Devils being in town for three days.

Allison of course immediately order a coffee and they just started catching up.

Allison and Cutter both understood each other with where they are in their own careers and it was nice for both of them to catch up.

December 31, 2024

Allison walked into the bar next to Jack and Luke and multiple Devils walking in as well.

It was currently New Year’s eve and the Devils had lost to the Ducks a couple of hours ago.

Somehow Trevor and Jack both managed to convince their own teams to all come out to the same place for a New Year’s party.

Allison had a more simply black and gold tank top with a black mini skirt and black and gold heels with gold accessories.

“Baby Hughes!” Trevor beamed from the stool he was resting on and had his knee elevated.

Allison sighed she has spent so much time with Trevor the last few days and was very ready to leave Anaheim, “Hello Z.”

Allison still walked over to him and let Trevor give her a quick side hug.

Allison sat down on a stool next to Luke and Jack sat down next to Trevor.
The Hughes siblings looked over at Trevor after hearing him gasp, “Allie you have an admirer.” Trevor sung out teasingly.

Allison casually glanced over her shoulder seeing a dirty blonde guy looking at her and she just looked away giving her brothers and Trevor a shrug.

Luke blinked surprised he has never seen her turn down a chance to flirt.

“No?” Trevor asked shocked.

Allison shrugged again, “Not interested.” She hasn’t really been interesting in flirting or hooking up with anyone lately, she’s didn’t know why but guessed she was bored.

“Good.” Jack grinned looking protectively making Allison roll her eyes in response.

She spent most of the night with Jack, Luke, Trevor and Cutter and it was one of her better New Year’s Eve.

Allison smiled softly as the countdown finished and fireworks shot off and Luke and Jack both kissed her cheek.

“Happy New Year little siblings.” Jack smiled gently bonking his head to Allison’s.

Luke had his arm wrapped over both of siblings shoulders.

“Happy New Years.” Allison said softly back and actually leaned into both of them.

January 3, 2025

Allison laughed softly seeing Will and Macklin waiting for her outside of the hotel and waiting out of the car.

She got into San Jose mid day yesterday after being in LA but the sharks had a game so she was seeing Will and Macklin today and for the entire day and ending the day with a dinner with them some of the Devils and Toffoli.

She blinked surprised as Macklin rushed over giving her a hug and she smiled a bit hugging him softly back.

“Hi Allie!” Macklin chirped happily once he pulled back.

“Alright scoot over i want to hug my best friend.” Will gently pushed Macklin over and pulled Allison into a tight hug.

Allison squeezed Will just as tightly back. It’s been way to long since she saw any of her best friends. She hasn’t seen Zeev, Cole and Huston since August, Gabe,Ryan and James since October and Will in November.

“We have so much to show you!” Macklin beamed as he looped his arm with Allison’s as the three started walking back to Will’s car.

“Get ready for the Mack tour.” Will teased smiling at the two.

“It will be better than the Will tour.” Allison chirped back with a teasing smile making Macklin perk up with a pleased smile.

Will sighed in response knowing the teasing from the two is only just starting.

Macklin and Will started the tour by getting breakfast and of course coffee for Allison. Allison definitely was amused by Will and Macklin people watching routine but didn’t say anything but did laugh.

Will drove them around the city showing Allison all the cool spots Macklin wanted to show her.

They headed to the bay around mid day and had lunch at the pier and Allison really enjoyed seeing all the seals by the pier.

Will drive them up to the golden gate bridge next and Macklin showed her all of the local spots near the bridge.

Allison laughed so much during the time she got with Will and Macklin, the two are amusing together with their old married couple bickering and it’s always fun to tease Will especially with Macklin’s help.

Once the three spent most of the day going around San Jose and Sam Fransisco Will drove them to the restaurant they are meeting everyone for dinner.

Macklin got out of the car first and Allison made eye contact with Will in the mirror, “Guess we are playing together tomorrow.” Allison sighed out.

She has never played against Will.

Will turned around and grabbed her hand, “I won’t go easy on you.” Will teased softly knowing sometimes the best way to reassure her is by teasing.

Allison’s lips quirked up, “Please like i will?” She teased right back making Will smile and squeeze her hand.

“You guys coming?” Macklin called out.

Will and Allison shared a look and small nod and got out do the car heading over to Macklin.

January 5, 2025

Allison closed the hotel room behind her sighing a little bit.

USA had just won the gold medal in the WJC.

Allison was currently in Seattle and had watched the game with most of the team in one of the large rooms filled of couches in the hotel.

It was definitely bittersweet seeing some of her best friends win gold again as just last year she was there winning with them.

Allison changed getting ready for bed and got into her bed sighing a bit relieved to have her one own room for the time they are in Seattle.

She loves Luke but being on such a long road trip she needs a little bit of time alone and she can’t have that while rooming with her brother.

Allison’s brows furrowed seeing James facetiming her, “Hey gold medalist.” Allison’s words were a bit soft as she smiled.

She raised an eyebrow seeing James’s face and could tell he has been drinking a lot already, it looked like he was alone in hallway.

“Coco!” James said loudly his voice slurring, “So pretty!” James leaned closer to his phone.

Allison blinked at his words.

“You’re so pretty all the time.” James continued looking dazed as he spoke.

“Me?” Allison slowly got out confused why James would be saying this to her.

“Of course silly.” James gasped a bit at her question, “I’ve never seen anyone so pretty before.”

Allison swallowed slightly she has heard compliments before but coming from him it some reason meant more.

“You are so out of my league Coco!” James mumbled out, “Which i could be in your league and be your boyfriend.” He sounded wishful.

Allison full on paused at his words and assumed his words were just drunk rambles, “Alright you are so drunk.” She cleared her throat not believing what he was saying and ignoring the way her stomach clenched nervously at his words.

“Yes but i’m so in love with you.” James quickly rushed out with the widest eyes making Allison literally drop her phone on her chest and slowly pick it back up seeing James’s wide and earnest eyes but knew he was still drunk.

Allison breathing stuttered at his words, she didn’t fully understand why her heart liked those words from him so much. She has never even thought of him more than just a friend before.

“Why don’t you tell me that tomorrow when you aren’t drinking anymore.” Allison offered her hand finding with her blanket nervously.

James quickly nodded with a goofy smile, “I promise!” James beamed at her.

Allison nodded slowly she had a lot to think about it, “I’ll talk to you later Jamesy.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow! Bye Coco!” James waved happily at her as they ended the face time.

“What the hell.” Allison mumbled out with wide eyes. James has never been someone she thought to be anything more but maybe he has thought of her more than a friend.

She had a couple of hours to think over some things before he calls back.

Expect he never did call her back because he didn’t remember their conversation at all the next morning and he would have no idea why Allison starting acting the way she did.

[hischiershoe]

─── ALL WRAPPED UP

─── SHANE PINTO X FEM!READER

[ Word count ] 2.1k

[ Summary ] Working in a gift wrap shop for the holidays, you never expected to cross paths with someone so frequently.

[ Warnings ] Just unedited I think. I've also never written for Shane in my life so keep that in mind!

Ficmas masterlist

When you got the small part-time job as a gift wrapper in the department store over the holidays, you knew it was going to be busy. You knew that you were going to see dozens of faces and hundreds of different kinds of gifts every day, but you quickly grew to love the slight chaos of it all. You thrived in the fast-paced environment that helped people with a small yet annoyingly time-consuming task. However, you never expected to cross paths with one man in particular so frequently. 

The first time you saw him was on a particularly slow Tuesday in the middle of November. He strolled into the shop clad in black sweatpants and a red Senators hoodie.  He approached the counter with his basket of gifts and a shy, timid smile on his face when you greeted him. Even from where you stood, you could see how mesmerizingly, yet intimidatingly so, blue his eyes were. He had a mustache decorating his face that you would typically hate on a guy, but he somehow managed to pull it off. He was attractive, to put it plainly, and you were determined not to embarrass yourself in front of him. 

“Hi, how many do ya have,” You grin at him, wiping your hands off on your jeans.

“Uh,” He quickly glances at the basket, his eyes bouncing around it as he silently counts,  “I think there’s twelve. I know it’s a lot.”

He brings his hand up to anxiously rub the back of his neck, and you involuntarily glance toward his waist as his hoodie pulls up to reveal the slightest part of his stomach. Though, you were quick to force your gaze back to his face, hoping that he doesn’t pick up on the way your face flushes and you quietly clear your throat.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” You playfully wave off with a reassuring smile, “We had someone come in earlier this week with seventy-eight oddly shaped gifts all needing to be wrapped in random scraps of fabric. Now, that was a lot.”

“Wow,” He snickers, his eyes subtly grazing the length of your body before he meets your stare again, “That is a lot. Makes this seem like I’m slacking off.”

“Good thing there’s still time to catch up,” You banter, stepping towards the computer so you could properly check him in, “Can I get your name?”

“Shane Pinto,” He reveals, slightly shifting on his heels when he watches a brief look of familiarity flash on your face.

“Alrighty, Mr. Pinto,” You politely call out as you turn the screen towards him, “If you can just fill the rest of this out. It just asks for some contact information and how you would like your gifts wrapped and all that fun stuff. At the end, it’ll ask if you prefer a text or phone call when your gifts are ready and how you will like your receipt.”

Shane’s face flushes when you formally address him by his last name, but he brushes it off and focuses on filling out his contact information. He can see you glance at your coworker in the corner of his eye, but he misses the way the woman at the wrapping table passes you an enthusiastic thumbs up. When he finishes with the questions, he looks up from the screen to see you standing there with your hand clasped in front of you and your eyes wandering aimlessly around the store. His eyes are pulled to your name tag that had your name perfectly scribbled on the plastic, and he makes a mental note in case he’s lucky enough to see you again. 

“I think I’m all done,” He informs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Thank you! You’ll pay for everything when you come and pick them up, and they should be done by the end of the day. Do you have any questions?”

“I don’t think so,” He shakes his head, giving you a small, polite smile. 

“Awesome! We’ll give ya a text when we’re finished, but I hope you have a good rest of your day!”

You weren’t there when Shane came and picked up his gifts later that evening, and you’d be lying if you told anyone that you weren’t at least a little disappointed. After he left, you couldn’t help but think about him and how cute you thought he was, but unbeknownst to you, that wouldn’t be the last time you were going to see him. In fact, you saw him several times after that. 

Shane came into the store at a minimum of twice a week, sometimes more, each time bringing no more than three gifts at a time. Your co-worker would tease you every time, telling you that he was coming in just to see you because there’s no way he needed that many gifts for the holidays. You would bashfully deny her insinuations, reminding her that he could very well have a large family or friend group he was buying things for, but she was having none of it. She was convinced he had a bit of a crush on you and she was determined to prove it. How? No one was sure. 

The week before Christmas, he walked through the doors for the second time that week, but this time he was flanked on either side by who you presumed were his friends. Shane had a look of slight embarrassment combined with annoyance twisting on his features, but his friends couldn’t look anymore amused than they already did. They had giant smiles and wide, curious eyes as they scanned the shop around you. Eventually their gaze settled on you, and you nearly froze in your spot.

“Hi guys,” You swallow thickly, suddenly feeling like you were under a microscope as they looked at you. 

“Hello,” The guy to Shane’s left called out, a teasing glint in his eyes as he leans on the counter, “So, you wrap gifts, huh?”

“Sure do,” You slowly nod, slightly narrowing your eyes at him in confusion, “Do you need any wrapped for you?”

“We don’t,” The other cut in, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend,  “Pints here does, though. Don’t you?”

Your eyes flit back to Shane, watching the way his cheeks turn pink and he briefly casts his gaze to the ground as he subtly shakes his head. When he looks back up, his eyes instantly find your own and you can’t stop the meek smile from growing on your face, which does not go unnoticed by his friends as they share knowing looks with each other. 

“Sorry about them,” He softly apologizes, stepping forward to force his friend out of the way, “They’ve hit their head one too many times, I guess.”

You let out a quiet laugh, nervously pinching at the fabric of your pants as you say, “They’re fine. How many today?”

“Just these two,” He clears his throat, sliding the small basket onto the counter as the two guys snicker behind him. 

“Gotcha,” You curtly nod, taking the basket from him, “Is this your last bunch or will we see you soon?”

If you thought he was red from his friend's teasing before, it was nothing compared to the way his face flushes from yours. It was a question you had asked him almost every time during his more recent trips, but this time he was accompanied by unwanted visitors, who had unfortunately ambushed him in the parking lot after he told them where he was going, and it made him even more sheepish than usual. The true nature of Shane’s frequent visits was a secret to none aside from you, but he was waiting for the right time to come out and downright admit that. Now, with Jake and Tim on either side of him, he knew it was going to come out whether he was ready for it or not.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” The shortest one knocks his shoulder into Shane’s, “He loves this place.” 

You raise your eyebrows at the three of them, not quite understanding exactly what was going on as your eyes bounced between the three of them. Though, a small, and intensely hopeful, part of you was able to pick up on what they were insinuating, but a much bigger part of you was far too scared to fully believe that. Instead, you wait with baited breath as Shane lets his flutter closed and he takes a deep breath, his friends glancing at each other before they look back to you. 

“Yeah, he rea—”

“Okay,” Shane quickly smothers their voices before they can continue on, “I’ll meet you guys outside.” 

Their quiet chuckles fill your ears as they throw their hands up in mock surrender, taking note of the slight edge and seriousness to his voice, but they don’t put up any argument. They call out enthusiastic goodbyes to you before they turn on their heels and walk toward the exit, whispering to themselves with several glances behind them. Shane’s face is still tinged red with embarrassment when your gaze finds him again, and it makes your own heat up in anticipation.

“I’m sorry about them, again,” He repeats, letting out a deep breath as he watches you type his name in the computer, “They kind of attacked me in the parking lot and forced me to let them come inside.”

“They were fine, I promise,” You reassure, your eyes flicking towards him as you give him a small smile, “So… Will you be back again or is this your last trip?”

Shane’s ears pick up on the slight sense of disappointment laced in your tone as you repeat your earlier question, and he hopes that he wasn’t misreading it. He really hopes that he wasn’t, or he was about to look really stupid. 

“It’s my last trip, I think,” He swallows thickly before he nervously clears his throat and straightens his back, “But I was hoping this wouldn’t be the last time I saw you.” 

You visibly perk up as his words filter through your ears, hope filling your veins that whatever it was between the two of you was finally going to extend outside of the shop. The sound of your co-worker obnoxiously coughing in the background brought a slight smile to your face, and you just know you’ll be hearing the words ‘I told you so’ as soon as Shane is out the door. 

“Oh, really? Where else are you hoping to see me,” You attempt to subtly flirt with him, your hands slightly clamming up and your breathing quickening.

“Maybe dinner? Tomorrow night, if you’re free,” Shane cooly suggests, though on the inside he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

“I think I have to–” “She’s free,” You hear your coworker interject from behind you, “She’s off tomorrow night.”

You glance over your shoulder and open your mouth to protest, but she quickly shuts you up with one pointed look. You silently thank her, making a mental note to make it up to her in whatever way that you could before you turn back to Shane. He had a nervous smile on his face, his eyes swirling with hope as you bend over to grab a blank sheet of paper from underneath the counter. You can feel his stare on you as you scribble your phone number on it, drawing a small smiley face just underneath the digits.

“It’s a date,” You grin, holding the paper out for him to take.

When he reaches out for it, his fingertips graze your own, sending a jolt of electricity through your body that made the hairs on your arms stand up. 

“It’s a date,” He triumphantly agrees, slightly puffing his chest out in confidence, “I’ll text you the details.”

When Shane is safely out of the store, you don’t even bother to contain your excitement when you turn around to face your coworker. There was no hiding the bright smile and excited eyes that adorned your features, but she had a look that mirrored your own, anyway. After all, she had been watching the two of you skirt around the other for the last month, and she was over the moon that now it was all wrapped up.

[the---hermit]

30|10|2024

Today was an organizing and planning day. I spent the entire day writing down lists of materials, downloading stuff and getting it on my tablet so I can read and annotated it more easily. Now I really have a good idea of how much I have to do to study for these exams. I also sent the last couple of emails to professors to make sure I have the right materials. I am still not sure whether I'll be able to take two or three exams, but it's okay, now I plan on doing as much as I can without burning myself out, and then when the exam dates are released I'll plan out how the exam season will be. The goal for November is to finish all the materials for my history of the Sabaudian states course, I'd like to do that in a week and a half at most, and then do as much as I can for another course called "spaces and places of knowledge: history, landscapes, contexts". For this last class I have about twelve recordings, and 8 articles. It's going to be intense but I think I can manage to get more than half of the material done before the end of next month. If the recorded lectures aren't too intense I could get them done in about a week, and then I feel like most articles will be quite easy to read and annotate. We'll see. I still haven't decided if I want to post an accountability list of everything I must do, but since they always work quite well I might post it one of these days.

productivity list:

read first thing in the morning

emailed a professor and made sure I can take the exam and that my materials are okay

organized the materials a uni friend kidly gave me (basically he printed out all the articles for an exam when he had to study for it, and then lent me all the photocopies)

wrote down detailed lists of all the materials I have to study for for three classes (I am prioritizing two at the moment but I also included an additional one in case I make progress quicker than planned)

planned the few things I want to get done before this week ends

downloaded all the online materials I could find and got them on my tablet

made a very handy and organized "study pile" to keep near my desk so I have all the physical materials near me (this includes, books, photocopies, and notebooks)

duolingo

[merrybloomwrites]

To Hold You While You Sleep

Summary: Your normally tough boyfriends are taken out by a cold, leaving you to care for them both.

Word Count: 1.8K

CW: sickness, broken bones, hospital, IVs

AN: Based off an anon request about both boys getting sick and wanting readers attention to help them feel better, which I thought was adorable!

Title from "Happily" by One Direction

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In the time that you’ve been dating Harry and Louis, nothing has ever slowed them down. Not sore throats, or fevers, or even broken arms.

And you know this because between the two of them, you’d covered all those within two weeks.

It started in early November. Louis had just left LA to travel to New York to finish the last minute prep work for the Faith in the Future album release on November 11 as well as the One Night Only concert he’d be doing that same night.

You remained in Los Angeles, planning to go to a couple of Harry’s shows there before joining Louis in NYC for the big day. 

And then on November 2, Harry woke up with a slight ache in his throat. No big deal. Nothing tea and honey can’t fix. At least, that’s what Harry told you so you wouldn’t try to talk him out of performing. 

But by the time he walks off stage, even he has to admit defeat. You reassure him that his performance was still great, the only thing you could notice was his voice was raspy when he spoke. That makes him feel a bit better, as he was scared he had disappointed the fans, which is one of his greatest fears.

He rests that night, but is upset to find he feels even worse the next morning. A visit with a doctor confirms that Harry has the flu. He has a couple of days to recover before his next show, and he is determined to not need to postpone anything. 

For days he listens to everything he’s told to do. He rests, though it drives him mad to sit around. He’s put on IV hydration and he makes sure to eat what he can to keep his strength up. 

But that isn’t enough. As much as he hates to do it, he’s forced to postpone his shows. That has him feeling worse than the flu has, and you spend days just trying to raise his mood.

Finally he’s feeling better, and you stick around for his show on the 9th before flying to New York for Louis’ album release and concert on the 11th. 

Louis has been busy getting everything ready, but that hasn’t stopped him from constantly checking on Harry, hating that he can’t be there to help him when he’s sick. Meanwhile, Harry is bummed that he can’t be there to celebrate this big occasion for his boyfriend. 

And then the afterparty happens and Louis manages to break his arm. Again. Bad enough to need surgery. 

But still, he doesn’t let this slow him down. After a week of taking care of Harry, now it’s Louis’ turn. As always, taking care of them mostly means yelling at them to go easy and not make themselves worse. It’s honestly exhausting. 

Thankfully Harry is able to come see Louis shortly after his surgery. You know it upsets Harry when Louis is hurt, and Harry tends to think the worst, worried that you and Louis downplay things. You spend days reassuring Harry that Louis is just fine, but he doesn’t believe it until he sees it himself.

Soon enough, Louis is healed and Harry is healthy and all is finally well and good. 

Time passes with no more injuries or illnesses. All three of you are busy, Louis with festivals, Harry with writing retreats, and you with your own work taking you to a number of cities for a few weeks.

Finally, the three of you have a month free at the same time. After five weeks apart, you all arrive back in LA on the same day, ready to relax and reconnect, just the three of you. 

So of course it’s the perfect time for both Harry and Louis to get sick. 

The second day of this break starts with both boys complaining of sore throats. You’re not worried, as you figure they’ll tough out whatever this is and be good as new in a couple of days.

But that thought is quickly proven wrong. By that night, their sore throats have now turned into nasty colds. Still, just colds. You’ve seen them work through worse. And yet, they’re both laid up in bed, acting like they’re dying of the literal plague.

“Y/N, could I have some soup please?” Harry asks beneath his pile of blankets.

“Of course, I’ll go heat some up. Louis do you want anything?” 

“No,” he croaks out.

You head to the kitchen and heat up a bowl of soup before bringing it back up. You place it and a spoon on the table next to Harry’s side of the bed.

“I don’t get soup?” Louis asks despondently.

You look over to him, wondering if you’ve lost your mind or if he’s lost his. 

“You said you didn’t want soup,” you reply.

“But you brought Harry soup.”

“Because he asked for some. Would you like some?”

“No, it’s okay.”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes you simply walk back downstairs to grab a bowl of soup for Louis. You grab a couple sleeves of crackers as well and head to the bedroom once more. 

After placing down the soup and some crackers on Louis’ table, Harry asks, “Do I get crackers?

“Yes, Harry, I brought you some as well.” 

“Thank you,” he says as you hand them to him, prompting a “thank you” from Louis as well.

“I’m going to get you both more water and tissues, I’ll be back in a moment.”

As you complete your task, you can’t help but think that there’s somewhat of a competitiveness happening between the two boys, maybe even jealousy. You thought you were doing a good job taking equal care of both of them, but it seems each moment you give one of them a bit more attention, the other is distraught. 

It happens again later that afternoon, when you settle between them after cleaning up their lunch. 

Louis is lying to your left, and he shuffles close to tuck into your side. You wrap an arm around him, rubbing his back in comforting circles and occasionally moving your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes contentedly, and you smile as he begins to fall asleep. 

Harry, meanwhile, is watching the entire interaction from his spot to your right. When you look over to him you see the furrowed brow and pout he’s sporting, as though he’s a disgruntled toddler. 

“You okay?” you ask quietly.

“I’m fine,” he answers in a petulant tone.

After this obvious lie you try to suss out the problem on your own, seeing as both of your boyfriends have decided that behaving like small children is better than actually communicating like adults. It would be cute, if it weren’t so frustrating.

Louis sighs as he shifts a bit to rest his head more firmly on your lap. As he does this you hear Harry let out a huff of annoyance beside you. It doesn’t take much for you to see that he’s jealous of the attention Louis is getting.

It’s strange to see the two of them like this. Normally all three of you blend together so well, all of you happy with the dynamics you have with one another. But for some reason, this cold has them forgetting that they love each other, that they’ve always been a team rather than competitors. 

Knowing that you just have to ride this out for hopefully only another day or two, you reach out your right arm.

Harry sees the invitation to cuddle closer, but remains stubborn for a moment. The desire for comfort must be greater than his pride, however, because it’s less than a minute before he’s tucking in close, just like Louis is. 

You begin to put his hair and rub his back, just how you’re doing it to Louis. Both boys have your attention, your comforting gestures, and most importantly, your love.

As Harry begins to drift to sleep, you see him reach out his hand and lace his fingers with Louis’. Only then do they both finally fall into peaceful sleep. 

The next morning you decide they could each use a nice bath. The tub might be big enough for all three of you to cuddle when you want to bathe together, but having both of them take a bath at the same time now feels a little too much like a parent bathing their kids. So you decide to pamper them one at a time.

Harry goes first, and you ignore the way Louis sulks that he has to wait his turn. You take your time washing Harry’s hair, making sure to use his special conditioner, before gently scrubbing him with a washcloth. You can see how the steam from the hot water helps clear his sinuses, and it’s clear the bath has done him some good. 

After he dries off and gets changed he heads to the living room to relax on the couch, wanting a change of scenery.

Louis’ turn is next, and he practically melts into the warm water, his limbs lax as you clean him up as well. You spend a couple extra minutes massaging his sore muscles, hoping to make up for him having to wait earlier. 

Finally, you and Louis join Harry on the couch. Once again, the boys both cuddle against you until you get up to make some food. When you get back, you’re happy to see them snuggled up to one another, their feelings of jealousy over you seeming to have disappeared in favor of connecting and comforting one another. 

Deciding that lunch can wait, you leave them to sleep and head upstairs to clean up the bedroom, picking up all the discarded tissues and empty gatorade bottles, as well as putting fresh sheets on the bed. 

When they do wake up they seem to be feeling better, and by the next day they’re in much higher spirits. They’re no longer exhausted or achy, but rather just stuck with some sniffles and a lingering cough.

You’re glad to see that they’re feeling better, and not that you minded taking care of them, but it had been quite a bit of work. Still, you would drop anything to make sure the two men you love are healthy and cared for. Because they would do the exact same thing for you.

Which is helpful, since two days later you end up getting whatever germ they had, and they both dote on you the entire time you’re sick. And while you hate feeling so crummy, you have to admit, it is nice to be cared for by your favorite people.

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AN: Thank you for reading! I got another request for Louis x Harry x reader angsty story so that is in the works!

[greatworldwar2]

• Stanisław Sosabowski

Stanisław Franciszek Sosabowski was a Polish general in World War II. He fought in the Polish Campaign of 1939 and at the Battle of Arnhem (Netherlands), as a part of Operation Market Garden, in 1944 as commander of the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade.

Stanisław Sosabowski was born on May 8th, 1892 in Stanislau, in what was then Austria-Hungary and is now Ivano-Frankivsk in western Ukraine. His father was a railway worker. Sosabowski graduated from a local gymnasium and in 1910 he was accepted as a student of the faculty of economy of the Jagiellonian University in Kraków. However, the death of his father and the poor financial situation of his family forced him to abandon his studies and return to Stanislau. There he became a member of Drużyny Strzeleckie, a semi-clandestine Polish national paramilitary organisation. He was soon promoted to the head of all Polish Scouting groups in the area. In 1913, Sosabowski was drafted into the Austro-Hungarian Army. After training, he was promoted to the rank of corporal, serving in the 58th Infantry Regiment. After the outbreak of World War I he fought with his unit against the Imperial Russian Army in the battles of Rzeszów, Dukla Pass and Gorlice. For his bravery, he was awarded several medals and promoted to first lieutenant. In 1915, he was badly wounded in action and withdrawn from the front. In November 1918, after Poland regained its independence Sosabowski volunteered for the newly formed Polish Army, but his wounds were still not healed and he was rejected as a front-line officer. Instead, he became a staff officer in the Ministry of War Affairs in Warsaw.

After the Polish-Soviet War Sosabowski was promoted to major and in 1922 he started his studies at the Higher Military School in Warsaw. After he finished his studies he was assigned to the Polish General Staff. Promoted to lieutenant colonel, in 1928 he was finally assigned to a front-line unit, the 75th Infantry Regiment, as commanding officer of a battalion. The following year he was assigned to the 3rd Podhale Rifles Regiment as its deputy commander. From 1930 he was also a professor of logistics at his alma mater. In 1937 Sosabowski was promoted to colonel and became the commanding officer of the 9th Polish Legions Infantry Regiment stationed in Zamość. In January 1939 he became the commander of the prestigious Warsaw-based 21st Infantry Regiment. According to the Polish mobilisation scheme, Sosabowski's regiment was attached to the 8th Infantry Division. Shortly before the German invasion of Poland started his unit was moved from its garrison in the Warsaw Citadel to the area of Ciechanów, where it was planned as a strategic reserve of the Modlin Army. On September 2nd, the division was moved towards Mława and in the early morning of the following day it entered combat in the Battle of Mława. Although the 21st Regiment managed to capture Przasnysz and its secondary objectives, the rest of the division was surrounded by the Wehrmacht and destroyed. After that Sosabowski ordered his troops to retreat towards Warsaw. Sosabowski was ordered to man the Grochów and the Kamionek defensive area and defend Praga, the eastern borough of Warsaw, against the German 10th Infantry Division. During the Siege of Warsaw the forces of Sosabowski were outmanned and outgunned, but managed to hold all their objectives. When the general assault on Praga started on September 16th, the 21st Infantry Regiment managed to repel the attacks of German 23rd Infantry Regiment and then successfully counter-attacked and destroyed the enemy unit. After this success, Sosabowski was assigned to command all Polish troops fighting in the area of Grochów. Despite constant bombardment and German attacks repeated every day, Sosabowski managed to hold his objectives at relatively low cost in manpower. On September 26th, 1939, the forces led by Sosabowski bloodily repelled the last German attack, but two days later Warsaw capitulated.

Following the Polish surrender, Sosabowski was made a prisoner of war and interned at a camp near Żyrardów. However, he escaped and remained in Warsaw under a false name, where he joined the Polish resistance. He was ordered to leave Poland and reached France to report on the situation in occupied Poland. After arriving in Paris, The Polish government in exile assigned him to the Polish 4th Infantry Division as the commanding officer. Initially, the French authorities were very reluctant to hand over the badly needed equipment and armament for the Polish unit. Sosabowski's soldiers had to train with pre-World War I weapons. In April 1940, the division was moved to a training camp in Parthenay and was finally handed the weapons awaited since January, but it was already too late to organise the division. Out of more than 11,000 soldiers, only 3,150 were given arms. By June 1940, Sosabowski with approximately 6,000 Polish soldiers arrived at La Pallice, whence they were evacuated to Great Britain. Upon his arrival in London, Sosabowski turned up at the Polish General Staff and was assigned to 4th Rifles Brigade that was to become a core of the future 4th Infantry Division. The unit was to be composed mainly of Polish Canadians, but it soon became apparent that there were not enough young Poles in Canada from which to create a division. Then, Sosabowski decided to transform his brigade into a Parachute Brigade, the first such unit in the Polish Army. The volunteers came from all the formations of the Polish Army. In Largo House in Fife, a training camp was built and the parachute training was started. Sosabowski himself passed the training and, at 49 years of age, made his first parachute jump. In October 1942 the Brigade was ready for combat and was named the 1st Independent Parachute Brigade. Since the Polish General Staff planned to use the Brigade to assist a national uprising in Poland, the soldiers of the 1st Polish Para were to be the first element of the Polish Army in Exile to reach their homeland. Hence the unofficial motto of the unit: by the shortest road (najkrótszą drogą).

In September 1943, Lieutenant-General Frederick Browning proposed that Sosabowski reform his unit into a division and fill the remaining posts with British troops. Sosabowski himself would be assigned to the newly formed division and promoted to general. However, Sosabowski refused. Nevertheless, on June 15th, 1944 he was promoted to Brigadier General. In early August 1944, news of the Warsaw Uprising arrived in Great Britain. The Brigade was ready to be dropped by parachute into Warsaw to aid their comrades from the underground Polish Home Army, who were fighting a desperate battle against overwhelming odds. However, the distance was too great for the transport aircraft to make a round trip and access to Soviet airfields was denied. The morale of the Polish troops suffered badly and many of the units verged on mutiny. The British staff threatened its Polish counterpart with disarmament of the Brigade, but Sosabowski retained control of his unit. Finally, Polish Commander in Chief Kazimierz Sosnkowski put the Brigade under British command, and the plan to send it to Warsaw was abandoned.

During the planning for Operation Market Garden, Sosabowski expressed serious concerns regarding the feasibility of the mission. Among Sosabowski's concerns were the poorly conceived drop zones at Arnhem, the long distances between the landing zones and Arnhem Bridge and that the area would contain a greater German presence than British intelligence believed. Despite Sosabowski's concerns and warnings from the Dutch Resistance that two SS Panzer Divisions were in the operations area, Market Garden proceeded as planned. The Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade was among the Allied forces taking part in Market Garden. Due to a shortage of transport aircraft, the brigade was split into several parts before being dropped into the battle. A small part of the brigade with Sosabowski was parachuted near Driel on September 19th, but the rest of the brigade arrived only on September 21st at the distant town of Grave, falling directly on the waiting guns of the Germans camped in the area. The brigade's artillery was dropped with the British 1st Airborne Division. Three times Sosabowski attempted to cross the Rhine to come to the assistance of the surrounded 1st Airborne Division. Unfortunately, the ferry they hoped to use had been sunk and the Poles attempting to cross the river in small rubber boats came under heavy fire. Even so, at least 200 men made it across the river and reinforced the embattled British paratroopers. Despite the difficult situation, at a staff meeting on September 24th, Sosabowski suggested that the battle could still be won. He proposed that the combined forces of XXX Corps, under Lieutenant-General Brian Horrocks, and the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade should start an all-out assault on the German positions and try to break through the Rhine. This plan was not accepted, and during the last phase of the battle, on 25th and 26th of September, Sosabowski led his men southwards, shielding the retreat of the remnants of the 1st Airborne Division. Casualties among the Polish units were high, approaching 40%. After the battle, on October 5th, 1944, Sosabowski received a letter from Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery, commander of the Anglo-Canadian 21st Army Group, describing the Polish soldiers as having fought bravely and offering awards to ten of his soldiers. However, on October 14th, 1944, Montgomery wrote another letter, this time to the British commanders, in which he scapegoated Sosabowski for the failure of Market Garden. Sosabowski was accused of criticizing Montgomery, and the Polish General Staff was forced to remove him as the commanding officer of his brigade on December 27th, 1944.

Sosabowski was eventually made the commander of rearguard troops and was demobilized in July 1948. Shortly after the war Sosabowski succeeded in evacuating his wife and only son from Poland. Like many other Polish wartime officers and soldiers who were unable to return to Communist Poland on pain of repercussions including death or disappearance, he settled in West London. He found a job as a factory worker at the CAV Electrics assembly plant in Acton.He died in London on September 25th, 1967. In 1969, Sosabowski's remains were returned to Poland, where he was reinterred at Powązki Military Cemetery in Warsaw. In The Hague, on May 31st, 2006, Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands awarded the Military Order of William to the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade. The brigade's commander, Sosabowski, was posthumously awarded the "Bronze Lion". On June 1st, a ceremony was held at Driel, the town where the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade fought. Among the speakers at the ceremony were the mayor of Overbetuwe, as well as Sosabowski's grandson and great-grandson. Sosabowski was portrayed by Gene Hackman in the 1977 war film A Bridge Too Far. In the summer of 2012 1st Airborne Major Tony Hibbert made a video appeal for Sosabowski to be pardoned and honoured.

[nomlioart]

Well.. hi again-

It's been a while since my last post and I have to say that this is a really tough time for me, but somehow I managed to still be here. There really was a lot going on in the last period, which is why my mental state was gradually getting worse and worse along with the incidents in these last months, and especially since November. Namely, I lost a really close person in my heart with whom I practically lived my entire life and one could say that theoretically I'm alone now, but I gain support from my family and many people who follow me for which I really thank you.

As for me and my activity on Tumblr, I'm ready to get back to posting. It's a comfort place for me, with which I'm strongly attached, after all, it is the first platform on which I started to participate and share my work with others. I may be less active than before but I will try to post as often as possible because I care about those who are here for me.

My content here will change a bit though, I would like to start a new chapter, post something more from myself and things that I really like to do rather than just one and the same thing that I did all the time, which doesn't mean that I'll stop posting my drawings though. My passions are not only art but also music and composing, so I could share my songs/tracks that are related to me and all of them are based on my real life experiences, just as you know, in my drawings I also add emotions and scenarios that I experienced myself.

As for drawings, I've done a few works in the last few months, so I'll start posting them maybe every day in the order I finished them, from April to today. I hope everything will be okay... this will be my new adventure. :)

As for now, I wish you all a good peaceful day/evening, and here is my silly doodle of me. Until next time! 💖

[hellsquills]

Some timeline details for the Drafted AU

Drafted AU: a Gravity Falls AU in which Stan didn't break the perpetual motion machine and, instead of kicking him out, Filbrick sent him to Vietnam. Stan runs away. You can read more in this post.

The canon timeline would look something like this:

1969: Stan doesn't break the perpetual motion machine.

He's very sad and frustrated about his brother leaving. Instead of breaking into the school, they have a heated argument in the swings, in which Stan and Ford scream at each other until their true worries come to light: Stan is scared of his brother not having a good enough reason to come back home, and Ford is scared of not being up to their parents' (Filbrick) standards and forever being “the freak”. They talk it out as best as two 17-year-olds can, and they end up hugging and crying. They promise to always stick together, no matter what. They go home with a bond stronger than ever.

Ford leaves for uni in September.

1972: Stan is drafted.

It's been three years since Stanford left. Every once in a while, at least once a week, he calls home to catch up. He's drowning in work and classes, but he's as happy as he's ever been.

Stan is... managing. He picks up some work here and there, helping his dad in the shop, fixing some cars in the local garage and whatnot. Filbrick is not impressed though, and it gets worse when Ford sends part of his grant money. His son is so successful that he makes money just off reading books? And what's his extra kid doing? Not bringing home any money, that's for sure. More like living off his parents, for free, in their house, and eating their food. And so, he does the obvious thing; making Stan's life miserable until he decides to leave the house himself. Caryn doesn't see things the same way as he does, and she's spoiling this leech of a son they have.

One day, around November 1971, the third Vietnam draft lottery is held. Stan had managed to avoid being called for the last two (a friend of one of his dad's friends had some connections), but this time Filbrick makes sure he is called to take the test.

Stan calls his brother in a panic, and they both decide that the best and only course of action is that Stan pretends to be unable to do the physical tests. I'll expand on this in the future, I think, but basically the recruiters call his bluff and threaten to send him to prison if he doesn't cooperate. Stan gives up and passes the test with flying colors.

Stan goes back home knowing fully well he's fucked. He waits for the response. In January 1972, he receives the confirmation. The next day, in the middle of the night, he's out of the house.

1971: Introducing: Fiddleford.

Ford meets Fiddleford in a congress he attends in 1971, in which he gives a presentation on his most recent interest: the supernatural world and the multiverse. When the time for questions begins, all of them are about his perpetual motion machine. He's happy he's recognized by it, but he feels like no one listened to him and his new project. That is, until a lanky blond guy around his age comes up to the microphone and asks a question about a theory based on his. Ford is immediately taken aback by it, and asks the guy when did he come up with it. The guy simply answers that he just put two and two together while he was explaining, and it just occurred to him. Ford, who looks like he just took a peek into deep space, says into the mic: "Meet me in the room H at break".

The pure nerd energy these two emitted in the following two hours could fuel the San Diego Comic Con until California is underwater. They missed the rest of the congress and just kept talking and talking, one-upping each other's theories and finishing each other's equations. The connection is immediate, and they agree to stay in contact while they do their respective degrees.

A couple of years later, thanks to Ford's insistence, Fiddleford applies for a full scholarship at West Coast Tech. The university grants it, and his whole family is incredibly proud. Fiddleford finishes his Bachelor at Backupsmore University and moves in with Ford. They start living together on campus in 1974.

1972–1979: Stan on the run, Ford in uni.

This is basically the canon timeline redux. Stan runs away from the military service and the police altogether. He's still homeless and Ford-levels of paranoid. He doesn't contact his family in fear they'll have to pay the price for his mistakes. He doesn't call either. He doesn't leave the country, although he does come very close in '79. There are LOADS of backstory in this period, but the main point is that he's still a criminal, but much more discreet: no tricking people with faulty products, he doesn't want the authorities to know his location by putting up ads, but he does a bunch of illegal deals, betting, and drugs.

Ford is in uni and, as predicted, he's still working his ass off. He attends every single congress he can, takes as many classes as he can legally take and is overall the same maniac nerd he is in canon. Part of it is still wanting to be the absolute best student at all times, but also because he's genuinely enjoying it. The only difference here is that he also makes time to look for his lost twin, which keeps him somewhat grounded. He also has Fiddleford with him, and he helps a lot.

Ford still calls home around once a week, but he resents his dad because he knows Filbrick had something to do with Satan's draft. As time goes by, he's less and less scared of him and more upset, until he tells him to go to hell. He feels the freest he's ever been. He thinks about Stan and how proud he would've been of him for being the one who stood up to their father for once.

1979: Stan arrives in Tennessee

He arrives at the beginning of summer, around mid-June. He just escaped from a particularly tough situation, so he's trying to lay as low as possible; therefore, he hides in Tennessee, as this state shares a border with many others and it'd be easier to elude whoever is looking for him. That's also why he goes straight for the small towns, instead of the cities.

He's exhausted and broker than he's been in a while. He goes to a small town and orders something small, enough to fuel him for a few more hours. The waitress takes pity on him and serves him a bigger plate on the house. Stan could cry.

Fiddleford just finished his finals, and just as he does every summer, he comes back home to help his family on the farm. That's why he's home when he meets Stan, and not in uni.

Ford spends his summer at West Coast Tech, living on campus and doing extracurricular internships.

1979-82: Life at the McGucket's and the move to Gravity Falls

Stan lives with the McGuckets for two years, although he only lives with Fiddleford during holidays and summers (since he doesn't get married in this AU, he spends some more time studying in uni and working on his own projects). He bonds A LOT with them, and they love having him around.

In 1981, Ford finally receives a big grant to study the supernatural, and he decides to build a house in a town in Oregon called Gravity Falls. He immediately asks Stan and Fiddleford to live with him and to help him in his investigations, if they want to.

Seeing as it is a secluded area (and because he misses his brother like crazy), Stan accepts. So does Fiddleford.

???? - Fiddlestan

When is Fiddlestan established in this AU? Who falls first (and who falls harder)? When does Ford find out? Does he help any of them out? Does Fidds' family know? Your call, honestly.

[if you share your ideas i'll kiss your forehead]

I'm torn between them falling in love in the holidays and then pining through the phone while they're away, being an established couple before they move to Gravity Falls or getting together while they're there. Either way it's teeth-rotting fluff, I can tell you that much.

[synbiosys]

So, I’m not proud of it, but I’m back to ask for help again. Above is the link to my Ko-Fi account; I can accept donations via Stripe and Paypal; I don’t have a preference of which method you use. Below is a more detailed explanation of the events that have led to my current predicament; it’s not entirely necessary to understand, but it should make sense of why this happened to me.

I’m dealing with some health problems and a recent car accident and I need help paying my bills for the next few months while I use that time to finish incomplete coursework for classes I took last year. In case it’s not clear, an “Incomplete” is a grade that can be given by instructors at some schools in situations where a student wasn’t able to complete a major assignment for a class due to circumstances outside their control, and allows students a pre-determined amount of time to finish that work beyond the end of the course. I had a plan for covering my expenses with a summer job at the Oregon State University Arthropod Collection (OSAC) while I finished the incomplete work, but the nature of my health issues, an outbreak of fleas, and a car accident have all prevented me from making it work. Now I’m kind of trapped; the cost of living in Corvallis is too high for food stamps to last an entire month, I don’t have a car anymore, and I’ll probably end up homeless if I can’t pay October rent and also pay November rent on time. I’ve managed to find some work doing landscaping and yardwork in my neighborhood, but I’ve realized that it’s impossible to make enough money and also handle the incomplete coursework; focusing on the former will impact the completion of my degree in June, while focusing on the latter will likely result in homelessness. The loss of my car is exacerbating all of this, in part because I live further away from all of the stores/banks/etc. in Corvallis, and public transit here is not very good.

Since late 2022, I’ve been experiencing sleep apnea-like health problems arising from swollen turbinate glands. I have some known allergies, but they’ve never caused swollen turbinate glands. The impact on my sleep quality became so severe that I had to resort to nasal strips every night. I saw doctors about this problem as early as spring of 2022, but none of them were helpful; most of them didn’t listen to me, and none of them considered trying any kind of testing. This ineptitude continued even after directly asking my primary doctor about autoimmune conditions and how we could test for them. Despite how obviously informative blood samples can be, nobody suggested a blood test. I finally lost my patience and demanded they give me a blood test for hypothyroidism at the end of August. Lo and behold, my thyroid hormone levels were an order of magnitude out of the normal range. Autoimmune problems run in my mother’s family, and it’s likely that I have Hashimoto’s thyroiditis; this disease is rarer in men, and the symptoms appear very gradually. While I can understand how this would delay detection of the disease, there were FIVE different doctors who saw me in relation to the sleep/allergy problems and none of them considered a blood test. I started taking levothyroxine the same day as the test results, but before being treated, my symptoms became so severe that my ADHD medication stopped working, my OCD symptoms went out of control, and I was experiencing severe brain fog. This is what forced me to request incomplete grades for my courses; I was trying to complete coursework despite all of this, and I was barely able to keep up. Once treatment begins, it takes at least a month to take effect, so my symptoms didn’t start improving until early October. Most recently, I found out that I needed to increase my dosage, but thyroid problems often have complex consequences, and any changes to the dose of the medication will result in unwanted side effects.

My original plan for this summer was to work at OSAC to cover my expenses while I tackled the incomplete coursework. I calculated the gross income I’d need to meet my expenses, and working 30 hours a week at this position well exceeded that amount. My duties as a curatorial assistant change slightly depending on the tasks at hand, but because I am paid from grant money, I must work efficiently, accurately, and in an organized manner. Because I have ADHD, extra measures are necessary in order to meet these requirements. I’ve worked this job intermittently since 2018, so I know how prevent my ADHD symptoms from interfering with my work. Because of the failures by my doctors to address my health problems, I was already struggling to arrive at work on time by June. By July, my symptoms had worsened to the point that I was no longer able to focus on work consistently, voluntarily cutting some days short because I wasn’t accomplishing much, and continuing to work in that state was inherently a waste of grant money. By August I could only make it to work sporadically. As a result, I missed most of the income I could have earned for August and September of this year. I was able to make up for some of this impact by selling old trading cards and video games from childhood, but that money didn’t last very long.

I was also confronted with a flea infestation that suddenly appeared in August. I rent a bedroom in a house with housemates; we tried to eradicate them ourselves, but the landlord suddenly informed us in early September that he hired an exterminator, who was arriving in less than 24 hours. I have some pet reptiles and pet invertebrates I needed to protect from pesticide exposure, so I suddenly had to move my pets to a friend’s house. I also had to re-arrange my bedroom to accommodate the exterminators. Based on the chemicals that were used, the only way I could make room safe again for my pets was by mopping the floor in my bedroom and the adjacent hallway three times. This ultimately cost me four days, and then the exterminators came back in early October, which forced me to repeat the process.

As if this wasn’t enough, I had a serious car accident in late September that annihilated my car and left me with severe lacerations to my left arm and a fracture in my thumb. The car spun out and flipped in the process, landing in the opposite lane. If another car had been about to pass me, it would have caused a direct collision at around 55 mph, and I probably wouldn’t have survived that. I realized the danger immediately and crawled out of the car, but most of the other possible outcomes would have involved my demise. I’m very lucky, but it took almost a month for the lacerations to heal, and one of them was deep enough to cause nerve damage, which hasn’t completely healed yet. My left hand has healed enough for me to use it, but I’m still having some issues with my thumb.

I wish I could say that I had help from my family, but my parents were impacted by both of the recent hurricanes that made landfall in western Florida. Even before the hurricanes, my parents weren’t really willing to understand what I was dealing with. I grew up in an abusive household; my sister and I were neglected by our parents, and we experienced emotional abuse from them as young adults. This is particularly true of my father, who himself is the product of a highly abusive upbringing. Unfortunately, research on the dynamics of child abuse has shown that children from abusive households often suffer a lack of economic mobility relative to children from more supportive family backgrounds as a result of mental health impacts. This has absolutely been the case with my sister and I; both of us are well into our 30s, and neither of us is anywhere close to long-term financial stability. That’s why it was deeply hurtful to hear my father blame me for being unable to fly to Florida on a whim to help him clean up the house, blame me for paying $950 a month for rent, and shame me for being 35 years old without a “stable job”. Both of my parents visited me in Corvallis in late July; they could tell that I was struggling, they apologized for neglecting me, and they told me they’d be more supportive, but apparently everything they said to me then must have been an act.  

Hopefully, this explanation sufficiently articulates the situation I’ve ended up in. I almost have enough money to pay my October rent, and I need to have my November rent paid by 11/5. I would have tried using Ko-Fi sooner, but in the interest of upholding my own responsibility, I wanted to exhaust my other options before resorting to donations again

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, May 25, 2025

My posts

SOMEHOW, FINALLY, I finished the fifth Silent Hill 2 commentary. May I introduce you to: Maria.

Physical therapy kicked my ass on Monday (I managed to get the SH2 posts out right before I went), and then it kicked it even harder on Wednesday, and my Post-Mortem Exertion Fatigue has been fully engaged. (PT was better on Friday. My new therapist is better up-to-date with the current chronic fatigue research and we did things a bit differently.)

I am sleeping so much (with PT approval) that I'm having to switch back to queue-based posting in case I just lose time utterly. 

Things I learned from the radio station at PT: Guns N' Roses is now considered classic rock, and there's gonna be a live-action Elden Ring movie. I am married to Lunar Princess Ranni despite having never played the game (she's a blorbo-in-law), so I am wary of this endeavor. Also, fuck outta here with this "November Rain is classic rock" bullshit.

Zoologist's Tyrannosaurus Rex fragrance came up in a poll, so I reblogged my review from a couple of years ago. My perfume reviews are usually me asking "WHY IT SMELL LIKE THAT??" and telling you what I found out, and "that" in this case was "a slaughterhouse." Spoiler: The answer was somehow "rose oxide." 

Reblogs of interest

Hey, let's dip into Romanian politics for a change! The thwarted clownery of George Simion.

Agatha Christie saved a little girl's life from beyond the grave, and it gets wilder from there.

Beneficent chain posts: "I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months"

"You can fight AI in indie publishing by leaving reviews"

"Look, if you’re having a bad day, here’s a 6,000 year old pig-shaped pottery pot."

"I'll believe long covid is real when someone who is not bisexual has it." Well, I'm not helping

How to connect with neurodivergent kids

"Mold fairies with their berry of choice"

Mermay 2025 art by Christophe Young

The paintings of Anastasia Trusova

"Posts that make you google the salinity tolerance of flamingos"

"OK Tumblr Geriatric Ward, let’s talk about your posture," with helpful exercises

Listen, everything involving legs is just automatically funnier to me after playing Silent Hill 2

Honestly, I would have put the Molotov cocktail quote under Sacred Texts, except it's from an actual TV show

I'm considering this one as well: "You’re just a weirdo with a gross fetish. Covid didn’t make you suddenly want to fuck dead people"

"You're either in the pot or you're holding it"

Hard lime difficult time

Video

Last week I was obsessed with the Halsey & Amy Lee song; this week it's Fiona Apple's cover of "Heart of Gold"

Also, two new songs from Alison Goldfrapp

Manul Monday: BE NICE HE'S TRYING HIS BEST

I... think he knows what he's saying?

Blumineck demonstrates a double-curved archery shot

Once again, RIP Vine

The sacred texts

I first saw "I want a new character" "Then make one" screencapped on Pinterest, and I have never forgotten it. 

A taxonomy of trucks

by talos this can’t be happening

Personal tag of the week

I'm not sure why my Star Wars tag was really cooking this week, but don't talk shit about Max Rebo.

[gogotti]

Happy (late) B-day! Michael Myers/GN!Reader - NSFW

me writing a Michael fic again, who would have thought? Anyway, this was supposed to be for his birthday but I did not finish it in time. This was also gonna be a kinktober thing, and even though it's November I'm still gonna post it under my kinktober tag lmfao.

This fic's prompt was Tied Up & Nipple Play

Warnings: Reader is def giving dom vibes in this one, Michael is tied up and he loves hates it, he growls a lot too, obviously lots of nipple mentions, Reader praises him a lot, I'll say slightly subby Michael cause that's the vibe I was feeling writing this, Michael cums untouched.

The sight before you, Michael decorated with pretty rope, and the redness of his skin was enough to make your knees weak. You couldn't help but ignore his silent grunts and stare at him as he leaned against the headboard, staring at you with a mixture of hatred and desperation. You sat between his spread legs and slowly trailed your fingers up his thighs, watching as his muscles tensed and flexed as you got closer to his aching cock.

You cooed, “Don't worry baby, the birthday boy will get his present very soon.”

He growled at you, and you knew he was regretting letting you tie him up. You simply smiled at him, narrowly missing his teeth as you attempted to brush a piece of hair back behind his ear. You gave him a disappointed look, and for a moment he looked to the side, ashamed, before huffing at you in anger and continuing to glare like before.

“I thought you were gonna play nice Mikey?”

He rolled his eyes, and a part of you did too; how are you going to ask the boogeyman of Haddonfield to play nice? Michael never played nice, you knew that firsthand. You shrugged, deciding to let him keep his attitude, you were already pushing your limits by tying him up. You couldn’t help but sit back and look at his tied-up form and feel a bit of confidence at the fact that you had managed to capture THE Michael Myers; a man who has been evading the law for a long while now.

He huffed at you again, his long hair flying for just a second and revealing his pale eyes. You slowly reached forward and cupped Michael’s face, this time hissing at him when he nipped at your palm.

“Look at those pretty eyes, let me see those eyes baby.”

He let out a sharp exhale and tilted his head upward, allowing all of his hair to fall back and reveal his eyes. You hummed in approval, and you just barely caught his cock bobbing slightly at the attention.

“You're such a pretty boy, Michael, y’know that?”

He continued to stare at you, and you let your hand fall to his chest, then let your fingers dance along him until you brushed past his nipple. Michael didn't react, but his cock bobbed slightly at the feeling, giving him away. You lightly brushed your fingers back and forth and watched as his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. The light touches didn't last long, as you suddenly grabbed his nipple, twisting slightly. His head lurched forward, and he bucked his hips toward you the best he could.

You smiled, and you pretended not to hear the growl that Michael let out above you. You continued playing with his nipples, watching him huff and grunt while trying his best to get some sort of friction. You brought your other hand up to his nipple, making sure to lightly touch his cock on the way up. He bucked his hips again but failed to get any friction, his sigh of anger soon turned to one of pleasure as you now had both hands playing with his nipples. You leaned in toward him and kissed along his chest, listening to his soft breaths and gasps.

“You want me to use my mouth, Mikey?”

You could feel his hair move as he nodded his head, and you quickly indulged him. You swiped your tongue around his nipple a few times before pulling at it with your teeth, then moving over to the other one and doing the same thing. You smiled at the light feeling of his cock bobbing against your shirt, and you continued to tease him with your tongue, now changing the rhythm of your biting. You hummed as you felt the tip of his cock brush your stomach, and suddenly he lurched forward, your humming pushing him over the edge. He twitched as he came, painting your stomach with his cum and whimpering above you. You slowly came to a stop, letting your hands fall to his thighs and rub them.

He huffed above you, and you leaned back to look at his face, which was completely red. You smiled at him, watching as he avoided eye contact. “I didn't know you liked that so much, Mikey. I didn't even have to touch you.”

He looked up at you, his face slightly twisting into a glare, and lunged, a low growl coming from him. You heard the unsettling snap of what you hoped was not the pretty rope you tied him up with, and you could only smile at him nervously as the loosened rope began to fall from his body.

[remedyturtles]

Hi!! I hope you're doing great. Curiosity hit, now that we're on the second to last chapter, how're you feeling about ending things?

It's been what, 9 months since you started it? I've been there since I think the second or third update and I've never been happier to have followed a fic through it's length.

AAAY mate thanks so much for coming along for the ride :D that means so much to me!!!

it's been since mid november, according to my discord logs, and combining both my guesses from when i came up with the idea, the final count is 220k.

i've written this fic almost everyday for nearly ten months. barring a small break in february to write an unrelated 30k fic, 33 days i spent walking 700km in april where i still managed to write 15k of firefight on my phone, and a brief pause to write a different unrelated 50k fic in july

not even taking into consideration that i was writing the 200k of death wish and its side fics almost every day from may-november before that.

anyway all that to say that i'm pretty happy to be done writing long fic at the moment and hope to work on some projects that i can finish completely before posting hahahahaha. my brain is still COMPLETELY full of turtles and i'm not going anywhere, but dear lord i am so happy to not have anything ongoing hahahaha

cheers mate!!!