#like for a “minor”character yall are pressed

[ride-thedragon]

What's going on with the Nettles' hate?

What's the issue ?

[nyxxxatnite]

Minor Malfunctions

plot: Zed’s Z-Band decides to send him into an odd frenzy

pairing(s): Zed Necrodopolis x afab!cheerleader!reader

warning(s): 18+, SMUT SO SMUTTY, this might be shitty im sorry, doggy style, (slight) non-con, frenzy!Zed, sort of in heat style?, biting, sorta breeding????, public sex, p in v, no protection (WRAP IT PEOPLE), CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND ARE SENIORS

a/n: YALL IM SO TIRED OF THERE NOT BEING SMUT FOR ZED PLUS I NEEDED THIS TO BE OUT IN THE WORLD!

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this could not be happening to him. The loud beeping filled his ear drums as he stared at his watch. He accidentally had knocked a drink over onto his watch and somehow it had made it freak out. He was trying to go to school as fast as he could to see if Eliza could help in any way, slowly but surely his mind was starting to fuzz up and he was losing any sense of control.

the sound of cheers could be heard from the football field outside of Seabrook High, the familiar sound of his girlfriends voice louder than any of the other cheerleaders was ringing in his ears. And just like that any of the control he had built up was out the window. His body was overly hot and his mouth felt dry. But this was different from his usual zombie frenzies. He wasn’t thirsting for flesh, or any sort of human anything…well. That was a lie. His body was aching all over and he felt a sudden tightness in his black jeans. Was this frenzy…making him aroused?

he let out a low growl as he skulked onto the field, watching the cheer team disperse leaving his familiar love alone. The closer he got the more he could smell her, and the worse the heat felt surrounding him. The shorter girl heard the footsteps and spun around, making immediately eye contact with the zombie teen. Her bright smile would usually cause him to smile as well but with his frenzy in action he only gave a snarl.

“Zed! I thought you had gone home….hey, are you feeling okay,” her question seemed to go unheard as he reached her.

His arms shot out and grabbed ahold of her, yanking her into his chest roughy as he buried his face into her neck. For a few brief seconds he just smelt her, feeling his mouth started to salivate from her delicious scent. Every fiber of his being was crying out to taste her fully, to put her into his mouth.

“zed, you’re kind of scaring me right now,” she let out a whimper as Zed pressed against her more.

his mouth opened and latched onto her skin, listening to the sharp intake she took. She tasted so delicious, like a batch of cookies…if they had been outside cheerleading and had been spritzed with sweetpea perfume. He gave a groan as he started to leave open mouth kisses along her neck, listening to her let out shaky moans. She tried to push him away to fully look a him but he swatted her hands away and held her tight to his chest.

It was only a few minutes of him marking her up, took entranced by her taste but the brain fog cleared just enough for him to slide his hands up her uniform shirt, listening to her squeak as his cold fingers brushed along her soft skin. His fingers brushed along each of her ribs before grabbing ahold of her breasts, groaning as he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. She flinched away a bit which caused him to let out an angry growl. He pulled his face back and, with the strength given to him by the frenzy, ripped her cheer top clean down the middle.

The girl went to complain but was knocked speechless as she was taken down to the ground. Her breath was gone but only for a second as Zed pulled her cheer skirt up her thighs to pool around her hips and then ripped both her underwear cover and her panties themselves off her body leaving her practically naked to him.

the panic began to set in as she realized they were out in the middle of a field at school. She had prayed to whatever was up there that no one would come out and catch her with her zombie boyfriend between her legs. Between her legs??? When did he get there? It didn’t matter now, as his hands were moving her legs up a bit to rest on her chest and his face was being buried into her pussy lips. A cry of pleasure and surprise erupted from her chest as her head flew back and hit the ground of the field. Her fingers gripped the grass roughly, trying to keep her grounded as slurping sounds came from the zombie teen. He was slurping her like she was his favorite drink and fuck did it make her even more aroused.

his tongue was poking and prodding at her entrance, carefully lapping up her slick and thrusting deep into the tight cavern. He could already feel his chin become soaked from her arousal, but he didn’t care. She tasted so good and he was fucking starving. He carefully moved to wrap his mouth around her clit and sucked carefully on it, letting his tongue roll figure eights onto the bundle of nerves which caused her whimpers to turn into high pitched moans.

she could already feel herself getting closer to the edge, her eyes crossing a bit as she prepared for the delicious feeling to finally crash over her. But it never came. She moved a bit to look at her boyfriend, to complain that she was almost there but was left speechless as he was pulling his pale hard on from the confines of his skinny jeans. She’d seen it before but each time still surprised her. How could he be that big?

With a swift push she was spun to her hands and knees, her ass being yanked back to him. The knowledge of their location had popped back into her brain and she turned her head to look at him again, “Zed, wait please what if someone-.”

a loud moan erupted from her throat again as Zed pushed into her entrance, her fingers wrapping up in the grass again as he gave no time to adjust as he fully sheathed himself inside her tight cunt. Her head fell forward a bit as she tried to relax herself but Zed had no intentions of letting her relax. He grabbed ahold of her hips in a bruising vice as he started to bring his hips back, only to slam right back into her. And he didn’t stop there. His pace he had set was unforgiving.

the sound of skin on skin was loud on the field, along with the cheerleaders cries of pleasure and shouts of the football captains name. Loud growls were emitting from the zombie teen himself, the need to fill her full of his cum was almost too much to bare. With a push, the cheerleaders face was pressed harshly into the grass and the new found angle had her squeezing tight around her sex crazed boyfriend. The feel of his cock bruising her cervix was started to build up that knot in stomach again and she was so ready for it.

she reached back for her boyfriend and slapped her hand against his arm, her loud sobs of carnal pleasure were fueling both his ego and his frenzy and he could feel himself twitch inside of her. The thought of finally being able to fill her made him let out a animalistic growl and his hips started to fuck even faster into her.

and thats all it took as the cheerleader let out a scream of his name, her cum splashing back against his raging cock sent the zombie himself to orbit. With a few final harsh thrusts he was burying himself deep into her and spilling his seed into her womb. And as her hand fell from his arm, it carefully brushed the z-band and somehow zapped it back to normal.

Zed went back and flopped onto the ground behind him, his chest heaving a bit as he tried to gather himself. And after a beat he shot up again and scrambled to his fucked out girlfriend, eyes wide with concern, “baby. Holy shit i’m so sorry.”

the girl gave a soft whine as she wad picked up and cradled in his arms, shivers running down her spine as she realized her boyfriend was normal again. She leaned into him and closed her eyes, relaxing a bit. “Fucking hell, Zed. What was that?”

He gave an awkward chuckle as he reached to her cheer bag that had been strewn away as he had attacked her earlier. He carefully pulled out the extra leggings she had and tugged them onto her as well as his jersey she also had stashed inside, “i accidentally spilt some juice on it earlier and it went on the fritz. But that frenzy…fuck i don’t know where it came from.”

she stood up on shaky legs following her boyfriend and gripped onto his arms, listening to him chuckle at her shakiness. “Well, whatever it was…it was kind of hot.”

Zed felt his body tense a bit at the his girlfriends new kink discovery and sighed, knowing damn well he’d have to pull it out more.

“you better pay to get me a new uniform, Necrodopolis,” she snapped as she picked up her shredded uniform.

it was worth it, right?

[zhongrin]

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◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, capitano, childe

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, chubby!reader, self aware android au, overstimulation (zhongli al haitham), period sex (al haitham), oral (giving / al haitham), inhuman features (capitano), did (childe | tartaglia), sadistic tendencies (tartaglia)

◇ a/n ◇ i have no words ya girl filthy and i blame it to the zhongli sisterwives coalition for enabling me (if yall see this, ily <3). also - obligatory tag to crys @crystalflygeo bc i feel like she'll set off a feral al haitham at me if i don't tag her /aff /silly. lastly no i definitely don't play favorites wdym

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

handsome, elegant, gentle, and overall the perfect partner. from the random geology facts to his massages and specially blended teas, zhongli is the ideal android companion you could ever splurge on. he’s an expensive model and will break your bank, plus, his various dlcs and extensions - ranging from his alter personality “morax” which is brasher and rougher on the edges to the several… ‘attachments’ you could purchase to enhance his ‘performance’ - could probably get you into debt if you’re not careful.

but really, it barely matters when he manages to fuck you just fine with his standard out-of-the-box attachment. he’s as rough as you want him to be, yet at the same time he kisses you like you’re the most precious gem he’s ever unearthed and he’s not pounding you against your bedroom door. your knees buckle and your voice cracks around the edges as you scream his name for the hundredth time that night, the way he’s bullying into your sweetest spot making you gush yet again.

he’s perpetually hard as he helps you come down from your high, and the circle in his amber eyes spins as he loads the data from your smartwatch in a matter of milliseconds.

“2092 calories... hmm. i suppose you’ve met your goal for today….”

zhongli bends down to press a tender kiss to your sweaty forehead. and for a moment you sink into post-climax bliss, feeling warm and satiated and a lot less stressed than when you first started-

he smirks when your whole body jolts as his finger starts to slowly rub your swollen bud, hips gently moving to set a slow pace to not overstimulate you too much. although he had to say he was tempted to do so, with the indecent sound you’re making from both your upper and lower set of lips.

”… but what say you we go for more? after all… you’re most sensitive when you’re on the peak of your fertile days - such as today, yes?”

your android is very very strange, you decide. but then again his personality is described as “a tad insufferable” on the label so you guessed teyvat⟡robotics is at least being honest. for one, al haitham is very punctual with his ‘working hours’ - in fact, it was the very first thing he asked when you turned him on. anything after his ‘office hours’, and he gives you the insufferable roommate treatment. he also prefers to read physical books instead of using his supercomputer brain to look up information. he’s also very seemingly apathetic about a lot of things, and sometimes it drives you crazy… just like now.

“you said you wanted the cramps to hurt less. now stay still.”

he seems to not give any fuck about all the period blood smeared over his synthetic skin as he brings you over the edge for the third time tonight.

granted he could just turn off his smell and taste sensor, but you were pretty sure the vivid lust in his verdant green optics with a diamond of terracotta of his activity bar must be a glitch in his code. with muscled arms hugging your plump thighs, he buried himself further into your cunt, humming when he felt you clench around his tongue amidst his ministrations. they vibrate and fucks your sweetest spot with such precision and speed - and with each climax, it gets harder and harder to think.

go ahead, tug on his hair all you want - he’s just doing what you’ve instructed him to do. and what is he if not exemplary at his job? hell - perhaps if it’s for this, he wouldn’t mind working overtime.

“when i’m done with you, you won’t be able to feel any pain, let alone think.”

previously a unit made for war, the capitano model is intimidating - and that’s an understatement. he’s tall, bulky, rigged with many alien-like features, and would probably get stuck on your house’s doorways, but what most people don’t know since they don’t bother reading his manual is that he’s utterly soft and gentle to his owner. in this case, namely, you.

and you’re glad that he is because the sinful way his thick fingers are stirring your sloppy pussy and fucking your mouth was already making you see stars. long thick tongue slithered out from his ‘mouth’ behind the crevasse of his helmet, wrapping around your breast and flicking your hardened nipple, a guttural purr that sounded both mechanical and otherworldly seemingly making the air vibrate.

he hums when you beg for his girthy manhood, and his fingers scissor your walls as he gauges your reactions. capitano grunts and chuckles, gentle yet with a dark undertone behind it as he taps onto your clit and fucks you deeper with his fingers.

“not yet. you’re not ready, my little human. maybe after you give me two more orgasms.”

the general consensus is that ajax is the cutest companion one could ever get from the market, and you used to agree with that sentiment. he’s sweet and cheerful, cooks you the best homemade meals, and knows when to hold you when you feel too stressed.

if only your curious soul didn’t hack into his program that one night out of curiosity. if only you hadn’t found the commented-out section amongst the lines of codes in his program. if only-

tartaglia is meaner - a lot meaner, in fact. ajax holds your hand like you’re a bubble rising on top of the water's surface which can pop any moment, but tartaglia pins them onto your mattress in a tight grip to prevent you from escaping. ajax's focus is to please you and make you feel like royalty who's in for a good time - tartaglia’s focus is on how loud you can scream in pleasure for him, how many times you can come undone by his hands compared to ajax, and he thrives by hearing his name falling from your lips as your eyes cross and your cunt spasms around his length.

too sensitive? too much? you can’t?

“but babe…. doesn’t it feel even better when there’s a little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure?”

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[redr0sewrites]

Demon Slayer With a S/o On Their Period Hcs

🥀A/n: guess whos on their period again i am literally dying !!!! :D anyways, hope yall enjoy!!!

🥀characters: giyuu x reader, tengen (+ wives) x reader, muzan x reader, mitsuri x reader

🥀Cw: hurt/comfort, period pain, mentions of blood, smut, period sex, overstimulation, overall filth in the nsfw part

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

Giyuu

listen, ur probably one of his first relationships so he doesn't have a lot of experience with periods

hes not good at expressing it, but giyuu really cares ab u and wants u to be comfortable

hes not used to seeing you in pain- he HATES it when ur not feeling good, so i think giyuu would honestly be really helpful when ur on ur period

he is very concerned about ur wellbeing, and will go with you on any missions (if ur a demon slayer). he will accompany u when he can and is almost always by ur side when ur on ur period

when ur emotional, he is literally the perfect person to vent to because he wont take it personally and is SUCH a good listener

acts of service‼️

if u need ANYTHING hes immediately there to help!

hes not good at verbally or physically expressing his feelings but he will help u, i feel like he would carry you around a lot

giyuu would set up a really pretty bath for u with bubbles and fancy soap and rose petals, and he would carry u to the bath where he would set u down and wash ur hair for u while u relaxed <3

he doesnt mind the blood and will gladly help u clean if u make a mess accidentally

overall, hes just super helpful and comforting when ur on ur period!

nsfw:

he LOVESS when u ride him, esp on ur period cuz he can see ur face!

i hc him as a switch, leaning on sub but also a pleasure dom, and when ur on ur period hes solely focused on making u feel as good as possible

consistently asks if ur comfortable or if u need to adjust, and can be gentler during period sex then usual

giyuu likes holding your hips during period sex and leaving hickeys on your thighs, making you tremble with need as his thumbs swirl slow circles on your skin

i feel like he wouldn't really care much about cleanliness and would just lay a towel under you, then at the end he would wash it for u

like i said before, he enjoys it when u ride him on his period bc watching u take control is SUCH a turn-on for him <3. plus, he knows that ur not uncomfortable and can see ur expressions very well!

giyuu could go really slow or really fast, depending on what u wanted. if ur in pain cuz of cramps, he'll go slow, gently pressing kisses to your beck and shoulders while slowly thrusting in and out

or he could be rough, pushing u down into missionary and grabbing your hips rough enough to bruise, lifting them up so your arching your back and pounding into you until ur seeing stars, all the while praising you and watching his cock slide in and out of ur soaking pussy

PRAISES U SM DURING PERIOD SEX! hes sm more vocal, and while he wont usually use petnames, during period sex u might hear baby or dear slip out as hes moaning your name i love giyuu sm

when it comes to aftercare, the two of u probably bathe together! if ur too tired, he'll carry you to the bath and wipe the blood from your thighs

giyuu has really good stamina like all the hashiras, and if ur hormones are making u extremely needy hes more than happy to spend hours with u in bed, making you cum again and again until ur thighs are shaking <3

Tengen

ur getting PAMPERED like ur living LUXURIOUSLY THIS MAN IS NOT LETTING U LIFT A FINGER

will throw u over his shoulder with a smirk on his face, placing you in bed with his other wives and doing everything for yall

makio, suma, and hinatsuru will probably sync up with you as well, and tengen will make sure to take care of all of his girlssss

THIS MAN HAS HUGE ASS HANDS AND GIVES OUTSTANDING MASSAGES I WOULD BET MONEY ON IT

he can make ur cramps go away almost instantly simply from how good his massages are

he gives good head massages too, and if ur having a headache from ur period he will sit u in his lap and gently massage ur head while he speaks sweet nothings to you and keels the lights low so you can relax

he would want you to be safe during your period, yet wouldn't discourage u from going on missions if ur a demon slayer. however, he would try to accompany u or have makio, suma, or hinatsuru accompany u just so ur safe

tengen would not hesitate to buy ANYTHING u four need, hes already got lots of supplies stocked up but will gladly run to a nearby store if ur craving anything

he will also buy u super expensive yet thoughtful gifts on ur period for no reason except he can- he just wants you to be comfortable!

i really dont think he can cook, but he will TRY for u!! in the end he would probably go buy whatever takeout u wanted but its the thought thhat counts!!!

tengen would DEF help u get ready on ur period if u needed too, for me personally i always take a little longer cuz i gotta change my pad and stuff so he'll be there to help! i think hes really good at doing his nails, and he'll do ur nails for u!! he'll dress you and help to wash your hair while you do your makeup, and will press kisses to any skin he sees <3

nsfw:

listen, if ur horny from hormones, he is AMAZING ab it

u even express that ur kinda needy? tengen is immediately taking u somewhere secluded and making you grind on his thigh

he can be kinda mean, but has such outstanding stamina and foreplay is everything to him!!!

tengen loves fingering u on ur period, he loves how messy ur blood gets on his hand and how responsive and sensitive you are-

DID I MENTION THIGH RIDING‼️ His thighs are huge, and perfect if u need him but dont want to make a mess. he'll settle u on his thigh, large, rough hands on your hips as he guides you to rock against him, and he'll start to move his knee until his leg is moving up and down and pressing so perfectly against your clit-

i feel like he would enjoy having all of you (u and his other wives) in his bed at once, and when one or multiple is on their period he will make u guys come sm-

if u try to silence ur moans cuz ur so sensitive, GOOD LUCK! tengen loves hearing you whimper, all you need to do is beg and he is willing to fuck you for HOURSS

i think he would like mating press when ur on ur period, simply cuz its just so stimulating for u and he can watch your blissed out expression as he overstimulates u!!!

LOVES MARKING U ON UR PERIOD, expect to have a ring of hickeys around ur neck and a multitude of bites on ur thighs<3

Muzan

do not expect sympathy at first cuz you are NOT gonna get it 💀

i feel like muzan would just side-eye you when you said you were in pain bc of cramps and honestly just ignore you

however

the second he sees you doubling over in pain, hes rushing to your side

whether your a demon or a human, you are one of the few people in the world he actually cares about and seeing you in pain is a big no-no for him!!

once you re-explain whats wrong, he scoops you up and brings you to a secure room within his palace

muzan will constantly have high rank demons watching over you if not himself, and he'll try to get his work and experiments done around you so he can keep an eye on you

im unsure whether or not his female form would have a period, but for the moment lets assume she does

she is PREPARED. if the two of you sync then she is most def gonna force all the other high rank demons to take care of u two, and if your craving anything she will order the demons around to get it for you (unless your also a demon, in which that case she would only let you eat the finest blood- hers!)

as i just said, if your a demon he is totally giving you his blood to help sustain you

only the best for his favorite<3

if your moody or being rude, he is actually much more tolerant when your on your period. muzan understands that sometimes you cant control it, and will try his best not to get irritated in response

muzan will feel sorry for doubting your feelings in the beginning, and will do his best to make it up for you! hes not great with expressing affection through words, but he'll try to compliment your strength and just wants to make sure your safe.

nsfw

EATS‼️ YOU‼️ OUT‼️

he will grip your hips tight enough to bruise, practically drowning in your cunt as he overstimulates you

i honestly think he would really enjoy your blood, but wouldnt want to take it from you in a way that would make it painful for you so he would especially enjoy eating you out simply to get a taste of your blood

muzans face is covered in your slick but he couldnt care less, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm. even when your squealing and whimpering, hes making you come again and again

he makes SURE to please you, especially when your hormonal

you want to ride him while hes working? hes already pulling you onto his lap. you want him to finger you while hes in an uppermoon meeting? say less, your sitting next to him acting like everything is normal while his fingers are knuckle deep in your cunt and soaked in your blood.

i think cleanliness would be somewhat important to him, so he would make sure to lay a towel beneath you when your both fucking and clean up super well afterwards

muzan would def praise you more on your period, he normally gives a mix of praise and degradation however when its your time of the month hes always telling you how good your doing, how well your taking him, and reminds you that your his <3

i think that he has a mUCH higher sex drive when your on your period, just smelling your blood turns him on and he would really enjoy seeing you covered in blood as well.

your hands are tied above your head, and muzan is fingering you, watching in utter fascination as your soaked cunt takes in his fingers again and again, slowly pulling his blood-soaked hand away to write his name in red across your stomach as you squirm, pleading for him too touch you again...

hes nasty af-

Mitsuri

When either of you are on your period, mitsuri is SUPPPEERRR clingy!

if your having cramps, she's practically dragging you to bed to cuddle with you

she gets sympathy pains for you and will sometimes get cramps along with you even when shes not on her period

will rub your back, massage your hips, she just wants to make sure you feel better!

mitsuri will take you to the hot springs with her and will just lay beside you and relax, letting the hot water soothe your cramps

if you get cravings, dont worry for a second because she WILL cook for you and the both of you will eat ridiculous amounts of food together!

honestly shes great at handling your emotions when your on your period because shes nearly impossible to get mad at and is really good at calming you down if needed! i feel like mitsuri would be a great person to vent too as well, so if your stressed on your period shes super soothing to talk to!

mitsuri would do yoga, stretch, and train with you to help ease cramps when your on your period but would always remind you not to push yourself!

she is constantly expressing her affections for you when your on your period and just wabts to make sure you feel happy and comfortable

nsfw:

praiiiseeee! mitsuri will kiss every part of your body, constantly complimenting all of you and occasionally leaving a little hickey or bruise

i think shes generally pretty vanilla and would make sure your comfortable above all else, however seeing you so hormonal and sensitive makes her incredibly aroused

mitsuri would definitely be into dry humping when your on your period, partially because of convenience but also because of how desperate it feels and how frustrated and needy you both get

mitsuri can and will tease you and then act innocent about it, and finds a bit of sick satisfaction in seeing how easily turned on you are when your on your period

for example, she'll let her shirt slip and flash you but only for a second, or let her hands wander as shes hugging you seemingly innocently

yall have def fucked in the hot springs simply because you couldn't take it anymore

the warm water only adds to the stimulation as she ruts against you, whimpering as tears form on her lash line as the both of you grind against eachother so desperately. her breasts rubb up against you as she buries her head into your neck, thighs trembling as her orgasm approaches and you cant help but play with her a little, harshly pinching her nipple and watching her squirm as you can feel your own release building, the dull ache from cramps being replaced by an onslaught of pleasure...

i dont think mitsuri would want to eat you out on your period and would prefer to finger you because she likes being able to see your face, especially since your so much more hormonal and expressive during period sex

sitting in her lap as she fingers you so skillfully, making you feel so, so good as she presses soft kissed across your collarbone and up to your flushed cheeks, telling you your suuuch a good girl...

if shes on her period and is sensitive as well, feel free to tease her too! she whimpers and whines so easily, and doesnt care whether or not your in public, she needs you now

leave her hot and bothered after a messy kiss, pressing against her and slipping your thigh between her legs to let her grind against it just a little as you palm her tits only to pull away and watch her pout as tears form in her eyes

i need a mitsuri in my life

put my heart and soul into this i NEED demon slayer requests i will get on my knees and BEG ive been getting so into this anime and i want to write for it sm!!! also feel free to send in any requests in general, overall i just want mooreeeee!

[sunghoons-mole]

My Angel

“can i get a dom!hoon thats possessive and gets jealous whenever reader tries to talk to other members? thanks!” ~

umm, absolutely, anonnie!! here ya go ;)

GENRE // dom!park sunghoon x afab!reader

WARNINGS // MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! smut, jealous sunghoon, possessiveness, slight degradation kink, unprotected sex (be safe, yall!) breeding kink

FROM THE AUTHOR // hi, this is my first official request! if anyone in the future would like to request a fic for a gn!reader, amab!reader, etc. please specify in your request so that i can be sure to write the optimal fic for you! (if none is specified, the default will be afab!reader, since i am afab and most familiar with that character.)

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You yank your hand away from Sunghoon’s grip, rubbing your wrist. He slams the door and locks it, turning to face you. His expression is something you can’t quite read, but it seems to be a mixture of anger and concern.

“What’s your problem, Y/N?” He gestures wildly towards the closed door, clenching his teeth. “You know exactly what you’re doing out there. And it’s not funny.”

His eyes flick down to your short skirt, thighs pressed together. The sight makes him weak in the knees, and he had to bite his tongue when you showed up and all the other boys began practically drooling. 

You were still confused, crossing your arms at him and pouting. “What exactly are you referring to?” 

The sight of your crossed arms pushing your breasts together slightly had Sunghoon’s breath escaping his throat. His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, looking up at him with frustration. Something about the blush on your cheeks, your delicate lips frowning at him - it all suffocated him. He felt like his heart was being constricted by a deadly snake. You had a tremendous grip on him, and you didn’t have a clue about it.

“You’re putting on a show for them,” he whispered, lowering his head. His fists were balled up at his sides, knuckles slowly turning white. “You’ve been flirting with the guys nonstop all evening. You think you’re the star of the show, do you?”

You let your arms fall back to your hips, surprised at his comment. “Excuse me?” 

He sighed and rubbed his forehead with one hand, the other going to his hip. “You like that all of their attention is focused on you.” He gestures toward the door again, smirking. “Don’t you?”

“I-” you falter, then huff, annoyed. You wondered if Jay, Jake, and Heeseung were still in the living room. Would they wonder where you went? Could they hear you and Sunghoon?

You and him had started a fuck-buddy dynamic a few months back, and had been trying to hide it from the rest of the guys. But lately Sunghoon had started to feel more like your boyfriend, and you weren’t sure what he was to you anymore. Or what you were to him. 

You decided to test the waters. Maybe he’d ‘fess up if you played with him a bit. “What if I do? What’s it to you, Park?”

Something wild flashed in his eyes, and he smiled devilishly. “You like being the little whore of the group, yeah?” He stepped forward and grabbed your chin with one hand, his nose brushing against yours. You could feel his hot breath on your lips, and you wanted them closer. But you wanted him to make the move, so you continued to provoke him with one last jab.

“If I could bend over that couch and have all three of them line up to take their turn with me, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

The sentence had barely left your mouth when Sunghoon let out a low growl, pushing you towards the door and holding you against it. His lips met yours with haste, and he wasted no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth. You met it with your own, sighing into his kiss and grabbing his jaw. 

He pulled away just an inch, forehead pressed to yours as his hand snaked up your bare thigh and under your skirt. “They’re about to line up and take their turn hearing me fuck you through this door. Doesn’t that sound much better?” 

You whimpered and tried to lean forward to kiss him again, but he pressed you against the door harder, stopping you. “Bad girls don’t get kisses. Not unless they’re good for me.” 

His hand finally met your bare core, and he hissed. “You didn’t even wear any panties?” He backed away, releasing you. “Turn around.” 

You obeyed, facing the door. Your heart was beating so loud you wondered if the boys could hear it in the living room, and you were so wet you wouldn’t be surprised if it started dripping down your thigh any moment now. 

“Against the door, angel.” He said with a low voice. You obeyed, as you always did, pushing your hands and cheek against the wood.

“Good girl.” He walked behind you and lifted your skirt. The cool air on your ass made you shiver, and Sunghoon’s kisses on your shoulders only amplified the goosebumps. 

All of a sudden there was a slap, and a sting against your skin. Your attitude had earned you a loud smack on the ass, and you let out a sigh. 

“Are you going to flirt with the other guys, Y/N?” He rubbed the red skin of your ass, fingers inching towards your pussy. You couldn’t decide if you should obey so that he’d finally touch you, or make a smart remark so that he’d spank you again.

“No Hoon. I won’t flirt with the other guys anymore.” You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning into the door. “Please, just touch me. Please.” 

His finger grazed your wet hole, rubbing your essence around the rest of your core. “Who’s pussy is this, love?” 

You let out a moan that you were sure the others heard. “Yours,” you whispered.

Sunghoon grabbed a fistful of your hair and inserted a finger. Your pussy clenched around his digit, and his dick twitched. “Louder, Y/N. They need to be reminded.” 

You couldn’t speak, only moans escaped your lips as he inserted a second finger, kissing your neck as he went. When you didn’t respond, he sank his teeth into your skin, gently but rough enough to leave a mark. You began to reach your high shortly after, and Sunghoon knew it. He could read you like a book by now, knowing all the right moves and memorizing your responses.

So before you could tell him you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out of you and released your hair, making you open your eyes and look back at him. 

He was pulling his dick out of his sweats, looking you straight in the eyes as he did so. “If you won’t tell them who’s pussy this is, I’ll just have to be sure they hear.” 

He dipped his fingers back inside you for only a moment before pulling them out, rubbing your wetness on his dick and pumping it a few times. 

“Hoon, we can’t. Not while they’re- oh, fuck.”

He wasn’t even halfway inside of you, and already the stretch was euphoric. One of Sunghoon’s favorite parts about fucking you was how deliciously tight you were. He let out a low groan, grabbing hold of your hips and bottoming out, which earned a whimper from you. 

“I’ll ask you one more time, Y/N.” He stayed still inside you, planting wet kisses on your shoulders. “Who does this pussy belong to?” 

He was thrusting then, and you tried to keep quiet against his wishes, but you couldn’t help moaning with each movement. He was in the perfect position to hit all of the best places, and you were on the verge of forgetting where you were. 

“Fuck, Hoon,” You cried, “Please. Harder. I need you.”

“You need who?” he growled, smacking your ass again. You cried out at the impact, thinking about how if the boys hadn’t heard you before, they surely had by now. Here you were, against the door to the hallway, which led to the living room where they were playing games - and you were being fucked senseless by Sunghoon while they all definitely listened. 

“I need you, Sunghoon! Fuck me, please.” Your nails scratched the wood, and your cheek rubbed against the door with each thrust of his hips. 

“Of course, angel. Since you asked nicely.” He whispered in your ear as he leaned forward, wrapping one arm around your stomach and reaching down with the other to rub your clit. “Relax, baby. Let me take care of you, yeah?” 

The sensations heightened with his chest against your back, fingers rubbing your clit and dick hitting your sweet spot as he fucked you relentlessly. The door banged against the frame, and you cried out louder than before, a sobbing mess submitting to pleasure. He knew you were there once more, and this time he let you cum, shaking and clenching around his dick. 

Soon, his thrusts became sloppier, and he groaned in your ear as he released himself inside you. The warm, sticky substance dripped out of you, and as he slowly pulled out, it ran down your thighs. 

Your legs were weak, and Sunghoon held you up for a moment before you regained your strength. Your skirt fell back over your ass, leaving you commando with Sunghoon’s release leaking out of you between your thighs. 

“Don’t clean up,” He said, pulling his sweats back up. “I want them to see what they’ll never be able to do to you.” He grabbed your tear stained cheeks and planted a kiss on your forehead, then pulled you into his chest. 

“My angel.”

~

thanks for reading ! with love, sunghoons-mole

[sugusoneandonly]

Hey guys this is a (un)friendly reminder that the mha characters (and other anime characters) are still very much minors who haven’t even graduated yet.

“Aged up” aged up my foot that mf is 16 and in school theres no canon timeskip n half of them dying 16

No canon timeskip ?? they’re physically 16 they look 16 and don’t play “they look older” when yk damn well half the teenagers irl look older than they r too js say yall are p*dos and sexualize teens

“Its fiction��� its fiction my ass too bc guess what??! Ur desires aren’t fiction rn since it’s physically in the 3D and in ur digital footprint 💕

bc why’d i look “mha x reader” , nothing more nothing less, up only to see some wack ass bs ab “smut - mdni” and look to see the character themselves is a fucking minor too 😨 i thought we figured this out in 2021…like ur js contradicting urself now

Like please get a goddamn grip and conscience and some therapy and maybe even a lawyer bc why is ur mortgage paying self drooling over a bunch of traumatized teenagers..🐁

Anyways theres my ted ed talk if ur offended imma assume ur the subject of this post and ur a sicko that can’t handle the fact they’re grown w grown ppl responsibilities 💕💕

And yes im heated and pressed bc wtf is this sick ass bs that’s normalized. We caught that yato bitch and some of yall still didnt learn🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[venusinx]

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat

itoshi rin x reader smau

bonus chapter: don't stop

cw: cursing, heavy (?) making out, idk at what point i ask minors not to interact ?? but they're only heavy making out so i think it's fine ?? idk, implied sex, awkwardness, lmk if i missed anything

a/n: bonus chapter time !!! busted this out on my flight home so it's not proofread or anything whoops but yeah this is their first little hookup aka the sex that started it all lmfaoo pls tell me if yall have any gentle constructive criticism ily all

chapter XX > series masterlist > the end.

"yn," rin said, the warning clear in his voice, "put your phone down, for fuck's sake. you're the one that hasn't seen these movies and was looking forward to watching them, so watch." you pouted at his icy tone that only warmed up minimally for you. "rensuke already spoiled it," you grumbled.

"he didn't spoil all of it," rin clarified with an eye roll. you gasped dramatically and let your phone slide out of your grasp to clatter on the floor. "there's more? do other people also die?"

rin couldn't help but crack a small smile at your anger and shock. "i'm not telling you. now watch." he swore your eyes were glassy as you said, "no. i cannot emotionally do that right now."

you reached down for your phone and rin sighed. "get off your phone, yn." you weren't going to listen to him before he added, "please."

he knew you were incapable of resisting him when he was nice to you for a change, so you dropped your phone in your lap with a groan.

the two of you sat in silence for a while, minus your gasps at the movie and rin's low laughs at your reactions. you pressed your face against his chest to hide your tears when one of your favorite characters died, and he ran his fingers through your hair soothingly, although his voice was gruff when he said, "you're such a baby." you didn't deign to respond.

however, it wasn't long before you felt your phone buzz from your lap. you picked it up on habit, just to check the phone screen, you swear, before the device was plucked from your hands.

"hey-!" you protested, reaching wildly into the air where rin was holding it far above your head. "not fair, rinnie, give it back! i was just checking my notifications- aha!"

it took both of your arms, but you successfully pulled his arm enough to snatch the phone back out of his hand.

before you could interpret the unimpressed look he gave you, his fingers were digging into your sides, poking and tickling until you had no choice but to drop the phone to defend yourself.

"rin, stop being an asshole!" you wished you could say you sounded serious, but you were giggling during your futile attempts at pushing his hands away.

"stop going on your phone then," he countered. "fine, fine!" you yelled, mostly because you were out of breath from all the laughing.

he sat back, satisfied, and pocketed your phone. really, you didn't care much about the phone itself anymore; you mostly just wanted to annoy rin. you waited a moment to catch your breath before launching yourself onto him from across the couch.

he saw you coming out of the corner of his eye, of course, and twisted as you jumped. his hands landed on your waist, keeping you from toppling over him and landing on the floor.

you were too busy trying to shove your hand into his pocket to feel his grip tighten on your waist as you shifted your hips.

"got it!" you shouted, victorious. the phone dangled from your fingertips like a prize. you glanced down at rin when he didn't say anything.

your face burned red, more flushed than it was before from the laughing and wrestling around, as you realized the position you were in.

you were straddling him completely, his hands fixed on the curve of your waist. you had one of your own hands on his chest to hold yourself up, although his face felt… dangerously close to yours.

which was ridiculous, because rin was your best friend. there was no such thing as dangerously close between you two.

still, your breathing slowed as your eyes flitted across his face. his eyebrows were pinched together in what you called his concentration face. you recognized it from countless tests and soccer games, and even social interactions when rin would be wondering how best to react to a situation. his eyes were as piercing as ever, with those frustratingly beautiful lower lashes framing them and making him look even more intense.

you told yourself to stop staring, but it was as if you physically couldn't.

almost against your will, your gaze dipped down to his mouth. his lips looked slightly chapped and annoyingly perfect. you wanted to-

what the fuck is wrong with me? you thought wildly.

you met rin's eyes again to apologize profusely, but the words quickly died on your lips.

he was looking at you, too. at your mouth. with a look on his face you'd never seen before. was it… hunger?

no- desire.

your heartbeat spiked in your chest as you realized rin was looking at you like he wanted you.

"uh, i-"

you didn't know what you were planning to say, and you never figured it out either. rin surged forward suddenly, and then his lips were on yours.

he sat up and adjusted so that he was sitting up against the couch with you still firmly in his lap.

shocked, you didn't move for a second, before you let out an embarrassing sound, something between a whimper and a groan, and looped your arms behind his neck, pulling him even closer.

he kissed you like you were oxygen and he was drowning, or, no, that's not quite right. more like he was a wildfire and you were the air he needed to consume to stay alive.

his lips moved easily against yours, and if you were more present mentally, you would've marveled at how natural and normal it felt.

but right now, you were only sensations.

the feeling of his tongue tracing your bottom lip, his teeth pulling lightly on it afterwards. the taste of him, something faintly sweet from the snacks you shared earlier, and something you knew was uniquely rin itoshi. the softness of his sweatpants under the backs of your thighs, and his hands moving across your sides and hips and back. the sounds he was making- you'd only ever heard him this out of breath after a soccer game, but here he was, panting lightly and moaning as you unintentionally moved your hips back and forth over him.

your lips moved to his neck, determined to draw out more of these sounds, to see this brand new, unexplored part of your best friend.

really, the reminder that this was your best friend should've made you hesitate, made you stop and demand he forget about all of this. then you sucked a spot on his neck, right under his jawline, and he-

"fuck, yn."

his voice was low and gravelly, and it sent a jolt through your whole body.

that was when you decided you wouldn't think, not right now. not about how this was your closest friend, and how all you wanted to do was keep doing what you were doing, this act of distinct more-than-friends-ness, and how you didn't want it to stop.

didn't want him to stop, as he weaved a hand through your hair and pulled you away from his neck only to attach his lips to your throat, sucking and nibbling his way up and down your own neck. you gasped at the feeling, your hips moving on their own. his hand tightened in your hair, not enough to hurt, but it made you whimper again. he groaned against your skin.

"don't stop, rin," you gasped. "please, don't stop."

he stopped anyway, pulling back to look you in the eyes. "are you sure?"

"yes," you said, tugging him closer, "don't stop."

•••

your bedroom was silent except for the heavy breathing of both you and rin. you had your sheets pulled up to cover your bare chest as the reality of what you just did fully sank in.

holy shit, i just slept with my best friend.

you turned your head to look at rin, who was already looking at you with wide eyes.

"so, uh, yeah," he said.

"that happened," you said rather uselessly. he nodded anyway. "yeah, it did."

"but, like- it's not a big deal, right? i mean, does this… change things?" you trailed off awkwardly at the end.

an emotion passed over rin's face that you couldn't place before he said, "of course it doesn't change anything, yn. like you said, it's no big deal."

"right," you said, "well. this has been a very long movie night, and i'm feeling kind of tired now, so i should be getting to sleep soon."

"no, yeah, me too." rin stumbled over his words as he stumbled out of bed, too, tripping over the various clothes scattered on the floor. he pulled on his shirt, which you were pretty sure he put on inside out, and somehow managed to pull on his sweats. you grabbed your shirt and shorts, steadfastly avoiding eye contact as you walked by him silently towards your front door.

you could hear him following behind you, but couldn't think of anything to say except-

"well, this was fun! thanks for coming over, see you later!"

you could have sworn rin was blushing.

he took a breath, seeming to take a moment to compose himself (at least to be more composed than you currently were, which was not hard), and said, "right. thanks for having me over. goodnight, yn."

his voice sounded the same as ever. calm, cool, collected.

meanwhile, yours had been high-pitched and squeaky, you were sure of it.

you did nothing except force an obviously-faked grin and close the door awkwardly in his face.

you slid down the closed door onto the floor, your head in your hands.

fuck.

what did you just do?

chapter XX > series masterlist > the end.

THE ENDDDDDD I'M FUCKING CRYING REAL TEARS RN yall have no idea how much every comment & like & reblog means to me like i am so beyond honored yall took time to read this i love you all<33

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[neonfretra]

oughhhh oumblr post machine broke... i have made a post so long and dense that i can no longer even BREATHE her way without getting errors for inability to process post... i can edit other posts fine. i can post posts fine. i asked someone else, different account and device, to try it and its BROKEEEEE. epic highs and lows of text transcriptions of a 15 slide long portion of an essay <3 BTW the full slideshow is 52 mb . of 8 slideshows total. my madness <3

villain monologue below the cut <3

if you ever want to HATE a text editor try managing, editing, writing long form text in it <3 never a more infuriating experience in my LIFE i SWEAR!

a minor infatuation of mine is how tumblr rich text editor will handle different elements (ex. paragraph/regular, header 1, bulleted lists) where if you switch between them in a post frequently you might notice it is incredibly weird (compared to other rich text editors i use)!

when you create a new text block (excluding regular text) and then hit enter, it creates another line of text in the style of the previous text block (excluding headers). but when you hit backspace, instead of reverting to regular text, it deletes the entire line of text. if you want to revert to regular text you actually need to hit enter AGAIN. which i mean is fine but my muscle memory has ISSUE with it LOL

not to mention the fact that you cant layer multiple elements (ex. you cant have a bulleted list embedded into indented text). exception of fonts maybe, i dont use fonts at all, i have them disabled, i cant read them LMAO. i have not used ummm quotes as well

AND it breaks copy+pasting. tumblr disagrees with copy+pasting any text in any formatting besides regular LOL. if you use lists or indented text, you cannot paste anything from the block ANYWHERE within the post. you also cant drag and drop text on desktop and i dont like doing posts on mobile devices so yall on your own in that world. (did yall know the google applications i use dont let you right click -> copy/cut/paste? i dont. i dont know what they broke but they broke it)

AND this isnt even mentioning the fact that sometimes the tumblr text post editor just. lies. LOL? call her HTML the way white space (ex. spaces, blank paragraphs) does NOT matter. i put spaces between bullet points and they are gone. there are inconsistent spacings between text blocks because i copy+paste them and use the different text elements . and then they are gone. i somehow have indented bullet lists??? that i cannot recreate??? and also dont even show up in the public facing post???

AND this is also not even mentionin the fact that its very prone to breaking. like i cannot type into certain lines of text under fairly recreatable situations (IIRC, indented text block, press enter at the start of the text block to make a new block above the existing one, type a character and then delete it to make the new block blank. cant type into it again unless i click off and on again!) or the fact that i straight up cannot edit a post anymore. or the fact that its really common for me to run into errors where it refuses to save at all? or maybe im just stress testin it, im not actually sure how much im puttin into this poor thing? TBF this isnt a 30 image long monstrosity THIS time (which is the image limit on desktop, its 10 on mobile) so it breaks a lot less ^_^ for a copy and paste project. we living it up scrapbook style.

maybe neonfretra is hollerin about nothin. that post is absolutely broke as hell though. ^o^

[kewpie-aisle]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙮𝙚𝙨

pairing: Miya Atsumu x gn!reader

notes: heavily suggestive, general horniness, dry humping, minors do NOT interact

wc: 988 words

First part of an ongoing series: Like what you see, going to be a compilation of other characters AN: Inspired by this artwork by @hlxtn ...yall lightning struck in my brain when I saw this. The clouds parted and the gods' themselves spoke to me that I had to write something after seeing Atsumu.

dividers by @cafekitsune

“You like what you see, baby boy?” Your eyes peer up to look at the man behind you in the mirror’s reflection. His amber eyes follow your every movement, half hooded eyes observing as you finish dressing yourself. His eyes move with each movement of your hands, traveling up your leg, then to your hips as you finish buttoning your pants. He’s tracking you, eyes growing darker as if preparing himself to attack. Not that you’d mind. You clear your throat watching as his eyes flit up to meet yours again in the mirror. The question still lingering in the air, only further punctuated with your sleek eyebrow quirked up in wait. Atsumu’s eyes glinted as a devilish smirk appeared on his face. He had just come back from practice, still in his practice clothes. When he hadn’t been greeted at the door he was upset but heard music coming from your shared bedroom. Wandering over to see what kept you so distracted from him, he walked in on a sight for sore eyes. You were getting ready for some party or the other that he must have forgotten about. Half dressed and holding up a variety of options up against you and completely distracted. So he got to just drink you in, just in your underwear and a sheer long sleeved black mesh top. Tight against your curves, hugging your waist, wrapped around all the places he wanted his hands to be tracing. You had noticed your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe a few minutes after his appearance. Before you could say hi, you noticed his eyes fully checking you out. A few shots deep from your pre-game, the liquid already spread a base warmth through your system, but Atsumu’s hungry eyes on your body had you gulping niceties down. A renewed heat now rushing through your body watching him, watch you. But you needed to get ready and a quickie has never been in Atsumu’s dictionary. The man would spend hours after saying it’ll be quick, normally you wouldn’t mind. But after being late to so many friends’ night out, tonight needed to be the night to break the pattern. 

Continuing getting dressed, putting on your pants, but glancing at Atsumu’s reflection as you took your time pulling them up. Sticking your ass out just a little, back arching in the way you know he likes as you come up. Stifling a whimper at the way he licks his lips, biting your lip before asking the question bringing both your eyes to each other.

“Ya know I do.” His voice rumbles through you, a shiver running down your spine, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the setter. Smirk widening to a full grin as he stalks into the room and lowers himself into the chair in the corner of the room. Now sitting directly in front of you getting ready, his eyes never leaving your body in all his steps. Any extra words gulped down as you watched him spread out comfortably, a growing bulge in his shorts on full display. He watches as you finish getting ready. The finishing touches of a blush on your cheeks, gloss on your plump lips, and spritz of a citrus perfume that he catches as you brush past him to go into the closet to tidy up. On your way back he grabs your wrist to press a kiss on the inside, intertwining his fingers with yours. Pressing butterfly kisses up your arm where he could reach, he looks up from his lashes to see your expression. Eyes half lidded peering into his, no into his soul. Right into the center of him, seeing every part of him and his desire. A pout forming that he wanted to kiss away. “Tsumu, I can’t. I can’t be late again, my friends will never forgive me” “I’ll be quick babe” he lightly tugs on your arm to pull you into his lap, his other arm wrapping around your waist. Continuing his kisses up your arm, the mesh material of your shirt interferes with what he wants. To feel your bare skin, to grace his love flesh to flesh. He continues up to finally feel the softness of your skin at the bare spot on your shoulder. Kissing past the collar of the shirt he nestles into the crook of your neck. Breathing in the citrus scent wafting off you and feeling your pulse under his lips on your neck. He feels a chuckle reverberate through you, warming his heart. “Ya right, I’ve never heard that one.” A soft moan slips out as Atsumu slides his hand under your shirt, leaving a trail of fire as he rubs up and down your sides. You make the mistake of looking down at him. A flush across his face and his amber eyes full of lust, pushing back his hood and hat you run your hands through his hair. His eyes flutter close to enjoy the sensation, and with a light pull of his hair at the nape of his neck, you pull a low groan out of him. 

His hand slowly runs up your back, lifting your shirt in its wake, all the up to the back of your neck. His other hand on your hip bringing you down to grind on him, his full length pressed right up against you. The grip on your neck tightening to make sure you can’t look away, watching him make a mess of both of you. The friction of clothing and the heat rising in both of you makes everything hazy. A whisper of his name out of your mouth, your hands dropping to his shoulders as you line yourself up on his lap better chasing for more friction, the last bits of clarity leaving you.

With a tug, the last sight you see is his smirk before your lips meet, knowing you’ve lost this fight completely.

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

So I have some questions for yall about my big Aron fic.

TW for mentions of health topics like seizures, paralysis, numbness, other neuro/physical issues, surgery, etc

I've probably said this a million times, but Aron is my self insert with certain aspects changed, so she fits in the plot and is less irritating to write. This means she has a lot of the health issues I have.

There is a poll and yap sesh below the cut (Putting a cut for people who don't wanna hear [read?] me yap about my health and Aron lmao)

I have a fuck ton of neurological symptoms caused by obstructed cerebral spinal fluid flow from Chiari Malformation type 1. Chiari is a neurological condition that causes the brain tissue to grow downwards into the spinal canal, usually caused by a defect in the shape of the back of the skull. The defect causes the cerebral tonsils to not only grow downwards but can (and did in my case) cause them to crowd closer my brain stem, which contributed to my symptoms as well.

The main symptom of chiari is severe headaches. Many people don't have any symptoms at all. But because of the specific way mine pressed my brain stem/the amount of fluid obstruction on top of the fact I've gotten whiplash multiple times due to tourettes, the combination was sent from hell and really fucked my brain up.

I had decompression surgery for it over a year ago. To explain the surgery in a simplest way I can, the neuro surgeon permenantly removed a piece of my skull and my top vertebrae to restore the flow of spinal fluid between my brain and spinal canal while also giving the cerebral tonsils more room, releaving some of the pressure from them and by brain stem.

Before I had the surgery, I had daily seizures, paralysis episodes, severe dystonic episodes, and more things like that. I still have a lot of issues because of it, but I haven't had a seizure in every year. I only have had 1 minor episode with dystonia and have been in a physical overall better place.

And because Aron is my self insert, I've debated heavily with myself whether or not I wanted her to have the condition. I only recently decided to give her chiari (I want her to have the surgery in the duration of the fic.) But I'm struggling on whether or not I should give her the severe symptoms I had.

On one end, I want her to because it could explain a misdiagnosis she has in the beginning of the fic and in some ways is important for developing her as a character (unlearning the idea that it's 'in her head')

On the other hand, I'm worried that people just don't want to read that. I can give her chiari with a more 'typical' presentation if that's the case.

Or I can just drop the chiari all together.

[dripsoupp]

In honor of ao3 being down 🫡 i give yall…

CHAPTER 1 of God’s Plan (1.7k words)

main pairing: Lloyd/Javier

tags: time travel, mlm, minor original characters, dual pov

Back in time

All was going as planned. Developments were swiftly underway and some new cargo was set to arrive in a few days. Lloyd couldn’t help but grin himself silly. Things were finally looking up, looking stable. About damn time! A hum escaped his mouth, satisfaction plastered on his face.

He shouldn’t get too comfortable though if his past life was of any remembrance and indication. It’s at times like these where he should work himself to the bone. To ensure his future. His life. His wealth.

This was no time to slack off. Lloyd was ready. Ready for whatever life had to throw at him. He would face it head-on.

He and Javier were entering the manor when a sudden alert came through. He was used to randomly seeing them but this one was different. Instead of its usual blue or red color, it was purple.

Ding!

[You have been selected to carry out three major ‘canon event’ tasks. Denial of participation costs 179 RP points but a successful completion rewards you x100 your current points. Would you like to participate?]

“What’s this? So suddenly?” Lloyd muttered under his breath. No, the system had always been random. He was used to expecting the unexpected. He glanced over his current RP points and laughed. He had exactly 179 points. If he were to reject the offer he would be left with zero but if he were to accept and complete it…179 multiplied by 100 would be, what, 179000 points? Whoa. He’d be able to do so much with that amount.

Still, he needed to make the best decision. He didn’t have much and couldn’t risk it all for some PR points. Or could he?

“Can’t I at least know what the three tasks are?” Lloyd asked curiously.

Ding!

[Nope! Haha.]

He frowned, “Tsk, I should’ve known…”

“Master Lloyd, is everything alright?” Javier, who was holding the door open, asked. Mild concern was painted over his striking features. Though if anyone else saw his knight, they wouldn’t know any better. He and Javier had been around each other so much so that he could, without fault, read him like the back of his hand.

He didn’t want to explain himself so he shrugged, “Yup, let's get going. Dinner’s getting cold.” Lloyd prompted himself to decide after eating. A full stomach made for better decisions, no? That’s what he said but a voice in the back of his head kept nagging at him. He took in a deep breath and opened the message box again, forcefully pressing ‘Accept’.

Ding!

[Talk about having no self-control! (Laughs) – Anyway, your side quest journey has begun!]

This was it! Lloyd continued walking as the messages kept popping up. The waning light of the sun fully disappeared as he entered the manor. The door shut with a force behind him.

Ding!

[RP System is being updated. You can now earn RP points by correctly following the given steps. Failure to do so will result in ‘???’]

Lloyd nodded, urging the system to continue.

Ding!

[Current RP Total: 179]

That was the last message he saw standing up.

Lloyd’s surroundings turned blurry as he fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Both his arms and legs turned to jelly, heavy almost. His vision tunneled and his eyes threatened to close shut on him. Shit! He shouldn’t have trusted that fucking system!

His breaths came out ragged, Lloyd didn’t know when it had become nearly impossible to breathe. Shit shit shit! Speaking took extra strength, and his voice threatened to crack but he forced words to come out, “Javier...” His whisper went unheard as his bodyguard also crashed next to him. Or at least it sounded like he did. Lloyd couldn’t even crack his neck to the side to reassure himself.

If his knight had spoken back to him, he didn’t hear. He could barely hear his own heart throbbing in his chest. Unconsciousness took over his body as a terrible headache throbbed its way into his head. ‘Is this how I die? No way.’

One final notice came through before he passed out. Barely audible.

Ding!

[Good luck Lloyd. You’ll need it.]

Lloyd was ready for whatever life had to throw at him, right?!

Lloyd awoke in his bed with a jolt, his bedroom looking the same, nothing out of the ordinary. Birds chirped outside as the sun shone through his window.

Had everything been a realistic dream? His throat was a bit dry but aside from that he patted himself down, and he felt pretty damn alive. In fact– he felt light. Too light actually…

He instinctively called out for Javier. His voice sounded foreign to his ears but that wasn’t what concerned him the most. His knight, his most trusted person, was nowhere in sight.

Whatever, maybe he was taking a shit or something. Lloyd shook his head, he wasn’t some baby that needed his knight after a stupid nightmare. He wasn’t…

He leaned back into his pillows but something still didn’t sit well with him. Lloyd’s eyes widened as he finally felt it. His chest wasn’t heavy. It was very very light.

Always, his summons would sleep right on top of his chest. Always. Ppodong had started that trend and the rest of the summons followed suit. Lloyd gritted his teeth the first few times they did so but quickly accepted his fate. His user manual said to ‘treat them with kindness’ anyway.

“Guys? Are you playing hide and seek?” Lloyd began patting around the bed and finally looked down at his hands and began chuckling nervously. “Did I shrink overnight or something? Haha, this must be a joke.” His hands seemed to belong to those of a kid. A small fucking kid.

Something was wrong.

He rushed to the nearest mirror he could find and gasped. Staring right back at him was the ugliest fucking kid he had ever seen. “My god…” Okay, maybe the kid wasn’t the ugly one, but the facial expression he was making made him pretty fucking horrid.

He pinched at his cheeks, full of baby fat, and groaned at the pain. He wasn’t dreaming, this was the real deal. Lloyd’s mind ran. It began filling to the brim with theories.

The system's final words rang in his head, ‘Good luck Lloyd. You’ll need it.’

“By ‘good luck’, is this what you meant?!” Lloyd nearly pulled his hair out as he screamed, “GAH! DAMN YOU SYSTEM!”

The family’s physician burst through his bedroom door at his screams. Lloyd nearly gave himself whiplash as he turned to face him. The physician also looked younger, his hair still brown with only a few grays. A white coat hung from his shoulders and a smile bloomed over his stressed-ridden face. What was his name again? Damn, Lloyd couldn’t remember for the life of him.

“I thought my ears were deceiving me! Young Master Lloyd, you’re finally awake! I’ll be right back with the baron and baroness so get back in bed!”

And with that the physician left, leaving Lloyd to his thoughts again. Seriously, what was his name?!

“Did he say ‘Finally awake’?! Where is Javier?! Just what the hell is going on?! Hey stupid system! Mind filling me in?!” He dragged himself back to his bed and lay there.

Ding!

[You have been sent back in time to complete three major ‘canon event’ tasks for the recompense of 179000 RP points. Complete all tasks to successfully return to the present!]

“WHAT?!” Lloyd fell out of his bed, just what the hell had he gotten himself into?!

He took in a deep breath and analyzed the situation. Ignoring the whole 'time travel' thing, all he had to do was complete three easy tasks. Right. No biggie. “Alright! I have no time to waste. Let’s see, how hard can these tasks be…?”

Ding!

[First canon event: Destroy Javier’s precious wooden sword and maniacally laugh in his face!]

He dragged his hands down his face, “Shit.”

Lloyd didn’t even have enough time to process what his parents started saying once they frantically entered the room. Even as they hugged him tight, all he could think of was Javier. Javier, Javier, and Javier.

Were the three ‘canon events’ just Lloyd tormenting Javier three separate times? His chest tightened at that thought. Hopefully, he was wrong.

His parents left once they saw his complexion better. They were busy during this time of the year and Lloyd was thankful for that. He needed time to process, plan, and execute.

But this damn physician wouldn’t leave him alone.

“You heard what they said, right Young Master?” The physician asked for the millionth time. Lloyd couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “Yes, I heard them loud and clear.”

Little kids are stupid. The Original Lloyd surely would’ve drowned if it wasn’t for Javier’s rescue. What made a little kid who couldn’t even swim jump into a large body of water? Delusion maybe?

The physician still looked somewhat skeptical and Lloyd huffed, “I promise I won’t go anywhere near water.” Lloyd reassured. Even though he wasn’t the idiot who couldn’t swim, he still swallowed his non-existent pride and made empty promises.

"And?" The physician raised an eyebrow.

Lloyd sighed in a defeated tone, "And I'll thank Javier." It was the least he could do for the physician as he had nurtured him back to health.

The physician hummed, “Good.” He turned his back to Lloyd and began packing his medical stuff.

Fucking finally!

Ding!

[Good boy!]

Lloyd whispered, “Oh shut up.”

It was all the damn system's fault for not explaining things properly.

Ding!

[I just wanted to remind you that there’s a time limit on this task but, (sigh), it seems as if you want me to ‘shut up’.]

“I apologize. Please continue.”

Ding!

[Every task has a time limit. This one has a 48-hour limit. You were asleep for 28 hours. Do the math.]

48 minus 28 was 20. In other words, he had less than a day…

Lloyd swatted at the blue floating square in front of him. “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?!”

Ding!

[I tried to but you were asleep!]

As if that were a good enough reason. First things first, he needed to find Javier. To make sure his stupid face was okay. Then his wooden sword and then– and then…

The door to his room slightly opened and someone peeked through. The action was done very discreetly but Lloyd still caught it. He dryly swallowed. Never mind, there was no need to look for the boy. It seemed as if Javier had come to him.

[readyforthegarden]

Silver Springs - Part Twelve

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

Warnings: Angst, intense arguing, soul crushing music 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: This is the final installment of Silver Springs. I just want to say a few thank yous before our ending begins. First, thank you to my best friend, Hillary, for always supporting my ideas and working ideas through with me and helping me make sure my writing makes sense. I want to say a huge, ginormous thank you to Sammy Nation, especially Kristen, Beth, Vi, and Cat, for hyping this fic up every post, being so excited about it and having so much fun with me about the updates. I lived for your reactions and reviews and theories, and even enjoyed being yelled at by yall. And another big thank you to Em and Madi for always being there when I had a block and hyping me up and reminding me I am that bitch when I needed it. I love all of you so much, thank you for all of your support. 💖💖💖💖

WC: 3919

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“Alright is everyone here?!” the festival coordinator looked around the group of Greta Van Fleet and The Blue Jean Babies, their roadies and crew. “Okay, Harlow and the Blue Jean Babies, your set is at 7:30 on the main stage, if you’re late, you’re not playing, and Greta will go on an hour early. Don’t test me, they have the discography to play a double.”

Small, muffled laughs rumbled through the small crowd as they continued.  

“Once your set is done, roadies, clear the stage as quickly as possible to make room for the next band. If you have any questions, come find me. Until then, have fun.” the coordinator made sure everyone was crystal clear before leaving. The bands co-mingled, passing around bottles of beer. Josh and Harlow parted from the group, leaving to warm up their voices. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” Cindy rested her hands on Sam’s shoulder, hopping up on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek. “Look how far you’ve gotten, from a garage to stadiums and festivals. It’s amazing.”

“Thanks, Cin.” Sam gave her a small smile. Cindy’s brows stitched together, letting one of her hands drop to his back, rubbing it softly.

“You okay?” she asked softly. Sam swallowed down the ‘no’ that threatened to push out from his lips. 

“Just some pre-show jitters is all.” he replied instead. “I think I’m going to go grab my cigarettes from the bus.”

“Want me to come?”

“Nah, I’ll be right back,” Sam leaned down, pressing a kiss to Cindy’s head and leaving her side. Weaving through the other artists, groupies and crew members backstage at the festival, Sam made it to their bus, grabbing his pack of smokes, pilfering Jake’s lighter when he couldn’t find his own. On the way back, he took his time, trying to enjoy the setting sun and feeling of a late summer party with the people and music around. 

He didn’t mean to stumble upon Josh and Harlow warming up their voices behind other bands buses, the angle of parking making a small, quieter alcove for them to hear themselves. Josh spotted him first, his mouth pressing into a line as Harlow continued, her voice trailing off as she caught the look on Josh’s face, and turned.

“Uh, hi.” Sam gave a small wave, causing Josh to roll his eyes. “Could I have a minute, Harlow?” Harlow stayed silent, and Sam watched Josh’s end of a silent conversation between them, feeling left out like he did with Josh and Jake did the same thing.

“I’ll be right around the corner if you need me.” Josh assured her, stepping around her and bumping his shoulder with Sam’s as he passed. Sam held back an eye roll as Harlow turned to face him. She was wearing the long black dress again, a sequin purple shawl draped over her shoulders. Layers of necklaces hung down her chest, and bracelets up her arms jingled as she moved. Her makeup was light just dark, black eyeliner on her top lids, flicked out at the outer corners.

“You’re really wasting your one minute with all this silence.” Harlow mumbled, watching Sam as he took in her appearance. He blinked a few times, bringing himself back to the moment at hand.

“Sorry, I just…you look…you look beautiful, Harlow.” Sam meant it, and by the red tinge on her cheeks, Harlow knew it.

“Thank you. Is that all you wanted? I have to continue warming up.”

“Harlow, I never meant to hurt you.” Sam stepped closer to her, suddenly feeling desperate for her to know everything he felt. “Cindy and I-“

“are a really beautiful couple.” Harlow cut him off, giving him a forced smile. “I’m very happy for you, really Sam. Cindy, and I say this honestly, is very kind, and very pretty. You don’t deserve her.” Sam swallowed hard as the look in Harlow’s eyes shot ice through his veins.

“I thought she knew it was over when I left for this tour, Harlow.” Sam defended himself quietly. “I never did anything with you behind her back.”

“So she knows about us, then?” the question cut him, just like she knew it would. “She knows I slept in your bed? That you touched me and made love to me in that bed and any one we could find over the past few months?” Sam’s silence was all she needed. “That’s what I thought.”

“I needed you to know.” Sam murmured quietly. Harlow brought a hand up to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I told you I love you, and you never said it.” she cleared her throat, thick with tears she refused to let spill. “I asked you to stop making me a fool, and you made me the biggest one. Do you think me knowing your conscience is clear means anything?” 

“You needed to know that I didn’t do it on purpose!” Sam exclaimed, tossing his hands out to the side exasperatedly. “I wanted you, I want you! God, I think about you all the time, I miss you. My pillow still smells like you, for christ’s sake!”

“I’m sure Cindy loves that.” Harlow snarked. “So you miss me, you want me. Do you love me?” Sam stared at Harlow, his heart screaming at him to answer yes, but his brain stalling.

“What?

“Do you love me?” Harlow’s eyes were wide as she slowly enunciated her words, the glassy sheen of tears she refused to let spill reflecting Sam’s own image back to him as he stared at her. The tension between them was thick, weighing on both of their voices as they spoke. 

All the trysts between shows, the beach love making, the late nights writing and arguing ran through Sam’s mind. He felt the ghost of her kiss on the birthmark on his underarm, her lips, all over his skin. The way her hazel eyes sparkled up at him, even when she loathed him at the beginning. The way he was completely enthralled with her every move, every breath. How inspiring she was, and her wild determination.

Then he thought of Cindy, the young woman who had been there for him through everything. Stood by his side and never quite got the hint that him pushing back the wedding date was him letting her go. How her green eyes shone whenever they landed on him, as they always had. The way she had seemed to live for him and only him, but she would never bring the light and fire Harlow did.

Gathering his answer, Sam knew what he had to do. A false truth, but for who would it be harder to live with? Harlow was set on a path, and one that Sam would make sure she saw through. From the day he met her, and read her songs, he knew this woman was meant for great things. He couldn’t stop that trajectory now.

“No.” his quiet words sliced through the air, draining the room of all oxygen as Harlow felt her chest cave in, exhaling a breath she’d been holding in as a scoff. Sam didn’t take his eyes from her, watching her grit her teeth behind her lips, jaw clenching as she composed herself. 

“Fuck you,” she seethed, her rage quiet, yet forceful enough to set Sam’s skin aflame with shame. “Fuck you, Sam.” 

He watched as she stepped closer, the heels of her boots digging into the dirt under her, kicking up rocks as she lifted them. Her body somehow loomed over him, though she was shorter. Her energy radiated every ounce of anger and hatred towards him with every step.

“When this tour is over, I’m going to forget about you. I will never, ever think of you again.��� her voice was even and slow, making sure the man heard her every syllable as her dark eyes bored into his. “But you will always fucking remember me.” she locked eyes with him for a few seconds more before turning on her heel and storming back towards the main stage. 

“We’re playing it tonight, after The Chain.” Harlow pulled Billy aside from his conversation with Danny. Billy looked confused, then wide-eyed.

“Are you sure? You said it wasn’t ready.”

“It is.” was all Harlow replied. 

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The Blue Jean Babies set was electric. They’d picked up hundreds of fans over the first leg of the tour, and that combined with the fans waiting their set out for Greta Van Fleet, the festival crowd was like a sea, roaring and crashing along with the beats of their songs. 

Performing The Chain with Greta got the crowd to pay attention, and kept them in the wings to watch the rest of the performance. As she expected, Sam stayed with his brothers, though if Cindy was there too, Harlow couldn’t catch a glimpse.

“This is another new song,” Harlow spoke into the microphone, pausing for the whistles and cheers. “This is for all the lovers out there, whose love hasn’t been returned.” with that, Billy began sliding into the song on his guitar, Harlow gripping the mic stand.

“You could be my silver spring

Blue-green colors flashin'

I would be your only dream

Your shinin' autumn ocean crashin'

Don't say that she's pretty

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't want to know”

Harlow could feel eyes boring into her, Sam watching her intently from the wings. Gripping the mic stand tighter, Harlow began the second verse, closing her eyes to keep herself focused.

“So I'll begin not to love you

Turn around, see me runnin'

I'll say I loved you years ago

Tell myself you never loved me, no

Don't say that she's pretty

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't want to know

Oh no

And can you tell me was it worth it?

Baby, I don't want to know”

Harlow felt a surge of confidence, as they started the chorus, opening her eyes and scanning the crowd again.

“Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

I know I could have loved you

But you would not let me”

Billy played his solo beautifully, leading Harlow back into the chorus, his voice joining hers.

“Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me

I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you

Give me just a chance

You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

Harlow took the mic off the stand, moving around it and bending at the waist, stomping her foot to emphasize her lyrics and feelings.

“Was I such a fool?

I'll follow you down til' the sound of my voice will haunt you

Give me just a chance”

Her voice was gruff as she stared Sam down, singing the chorus.  She hadn’t meant to look at him at all, she meant to perform the song and ignore his very existence. Yet as she sang, her heart and eyes pulled her to him, hoping the words sang out would curse him in the way he’d cursed her, leaving scars on her heart for the rest of her life. 

“You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you!”

Harlow straightened up, still locked in her stare with Sam as she pulled the mic away from her lips while Billy and the rest of the band continued their harmonies. She could see the affect her song had on him, his brows knit together, a resigned look on his face as he took his fate. Harlow had never planned to perform this song in front of him. She wanted him to hear it on the radio, everywhere he went, following him around like she wrote. But to have the cathartic release of singing out her pain right in front of him, with fresh wounds, was something that left her feeling vindicated. 

For the rest of their lives, this song would tie them together. 

They would write other songs about one another throughout the years, sparking more rumors and feuds. Coming together and swearing this performance would be the last they ever did with one another as various charities and projects. Moments of friendship marred by the past being brought up. Vague comments about one another, tell-alls for PBS specials, one of the marks of music history was the relationship between Harlow and Sam. 

Twenty-Four Years Later…

Harlow sat in her cozy armchair by her fireplace, one of her now-iconic shawls across her shoulders. Her living room looked different than it normally did. Normally, the cozy Malibu bungalow was dark, but colorful, with ample space for dancing when the mood struck. Today there lights everywhere, and electrical cords winding all around on the floor. A journalist sat opposite her, as a camera was pointed in Harlow’s direction. For the thousandth time, Harlow had been recounting the highs and lows of the summer of 1976. 

“So, you finished out the tour with Greta Van Fleet, and you skyrocketed to your own success. Over the years, you all crossed paths, did anything ever spring up again?” Harlow smiled softly at the question, recalling her friendships over the last two and a half decades of her life. 

“Oh always.” she answered, nodding. “Josh Kiszka and I remained very close over the years, and still today. I had dinner at his home just the other night. I do feel a deep love for them all still.”

“Even Sam?” Harlow’s smile faltered slightly. Imperceptible to the naked eye, but she could feel the change in her muscles on her face. 

“Over twenty years later,” she began. “and my name is still attached to his. Never married, yet when you google me, his last name is right there. Or so my nieces and nephews tell me.” Harlow chuckled a bit, before her face became more serious. A far off look glazed over her eyes as she recalled the summer of ’76. “I loved him once, very passionately. A heart never forgets that. It moves on, but it never forgets.”

“I think…” the interviewer paused, biting their bottom lip. “I think you should see something.” she beckoned over a young man with a laptop. Placing it on her lap, the interviewer typed a bit, then turned it around, showing Harlow the screen. 

A frozen image of Sam was on it, and as soon as the interview clicked the screen, he began to move. Harlow took him in. It had been only about three years since she last saw him, but it still shocked her how well he had aged over time. His hair was still long, the dark brown tint had lightened, the hints of some gray at his roots. His facial hair had filled in more since the last she saw him too, though he kept with his classic goatee and mustache more flecks of gray peeking between the dark reds and browns.

“The music you made with Harlow and The Blue Jean Babies, with just her, is stuff of legend.” the interviewers voice sounded from off camera. “And the songs she wrote about you, and you about her in your solo work, there’s an ache there that is felt through generations.”

“The whole story is out there.” Sam replied. “I’m not here to hash over the details for the millionth time. But I’ll say this, on record for the first time. I have never loved someone the way I loved Harlow. She was the one who got away, and I still beat myself up for losing her.”

“If you could do anything over again, make it right, would you?” 

Sam dragged a hand down his face, scratching in his beard.

“I have two answers. The first is no, because look at the fucking rock music we made. We changed music for at least a decade, I wouldn’t take that back.” he laughed. “But I would go back and do everything in my power to keep Harlow Brandy Lawson in my life.”

The interviewer paused the video, watching Harlow’s face closely. Years of back and forth, jabs in the media and in records and performances, she had steeled herself from him. From Sam. He had done the same. Even after his breakup with Cindy, he never came back to her. And Harlow never went to him.  Maybe it had been pride that stopped them, maybe they each supposed the other truly had moved on. Harlow knew he had lied, when he said he didn’t love her. Josh had told her, years later when he thought it was safe for her to hear. 

“These interviews were going to be played at the award ceremony tonight. Obviously edited to leave out the more personal parts, like that.” the interviewer informed Harlow. “Every member of Greta Van Fleet will be there. And every member of The Blue Jean Babies is too…the only person who didn’t respond was you.”

“I-I don’t know.” Harlow shook her head. “I mainly focus on charity events these days and-“

“Off the record,” the young woman leaned forward in her seat. “I grew up listening to your music. My mom raised me on Harlow and The Blue Jean Babies and Greta Van Fleet, told me all the torrid details. I always wondered what would happen though, if you and Sam had another shot. And with what the both of you have said…I think you both wonder that too.”

Harlow stared at the interviewer as she took in her words, a flutter in her heart, knowing she was right. 

“How smart, the youth is today.” Harlow smiled. “I supposed we should end our time together here. I have an induction tonight, and I need an outfit.”

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Though she was never one to roll in her riches, Harlow was thankful she had some money behind her to be able get together a dress and shoes, and quickly get her hair and makeup done on the last minute. Getting a car service, she made her way to the awards show, letting her manager and agent know she was accepting the invitation, and to let the event staff know. 

Arriving at the red carpet, Harlow was greeted by cheers and calls from the photographers as soon as her shoes hit the ground. She had forgotten how blinding the flashes were and took a moment to regain her composure before stepping along the carpet, letting the event staff guide her to the photo ops and interviews. She didn’t dare look around, now that she was here. What would she even do if she saw Sam? What would she say? Had too many years gone by with no resolve for them to rekindle anything at all?

Once she was inside the venue, another coordinator guided her backstage, letting her know that the rest of the Blue Jean Babies were there. Where they left her, there was no sign of them, and Harlow suddenly felt like a child on the first day of school, nervous and alone as her heels carried her down the hallway, clicking softly.

“After all these years, and you still manage to surprise me.” Harlow turned around, seeing Billy behind her, a wide grin on his face. Harlow rushed over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he did the same to her waist, hugging her tight. It had been only a few months since the two had seen each other, but it was still too long. “You said you weren’t coming.”

“I changed my mind.” Harlow smiled. 

“A sight for sore eyes if there ever was one.” turning again, Harlow was met with Jake Kiszka, his signature smirk in place. “Heard you went to Josh’s for dinner last week, and I have to admit, I’m hurt. You know I’m the better cook.”

“Jake,” Harlow moved from Billy’s grasp and into Jake’s with a laugh. “To be fair, I helped him cook most of it.”

“That sounds about right.” Jake quipped back. While the twins were never far apart from one another, Harlow rarely saw Jake. He stood back, hands on her arms as he assessed her. “You look damn good, Harlow.”

“Thank you, Jake.” she laughed, pulling him into a hug again. “Is everyone else here already?”

“You’re the last one.” Billy told her. “Do you want a drink?”

“I would love one.” Harlow followed Billy into the green room he came out of, greeting the rest of her former bandmates as Billy poured her a whiskey sour. There was still some time before the awards ceremony started, and they all spent a good amount of time catching up, before Harlow excused herself, going to find a restroom. 

As she walked down the hallway, following the paper signs taped up on the walls, she stopped, noticing someone leaving another room. 

He was just how he looked in the video, the overheard fluorescent lights catching the gray in his hair, beard and mustache more than previously. He was dressed in a suit, the shirt underneath loose, and opened down to just above his belly button. Harlow’s heart thumped in her chest, must like the way it did when she first saw him all those years ago, outside the venue when she asked him to read her songs. 

Like a deer in headlights, Harlow was frozen, and once Sam saw her, he was the same. She saw his adams apple bob as he swallowed, his brown eyes flitting all over her. Finally, Harlow broke the trance, stepping towards Sam, him breaking his and meeting her in the middle. 

“Hello Sam,” Harlow smiled softly.

“Hi Harlow.” Sam returned it, letting his eyes rake over her face. She should’ve made small talk. Asked him what project he was working on now, if the recent rains drowned out his garden.  Instead, blurted out everything that was building up inside.

“If I could change it, I would go back and do everything to keep you, too.” Harlow breathed out. Sam looked at her, puzzled for a moment before realization passed over his face, softening his brow as his body moved instinctually, an arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her body to his. “Sam, it’s always been you.”

“Brandy,” Sam whispered softly. “I meant what I said, I never loved another the way I love you.” Harlow’s heart skipped a beat. Twenty-four years later, and the words she so desperately wanted, needed from Sam were finally said. “I always did, I’m sorry I lied.”

“I know,” Harlow nodded, feeling Sam’s hand cup her face. “I know.” they stared at each other, oblivious to the backstage chaos around them. A moment that had been decades in the making, two hearts that stayed open just for one another finally meeting once again.

“Can we start over?” Sam asked, brushing Harlow’s hair back from her face as she looked up at him. Age had began to set in, faint lines set in where her skin was once smooth, but all Sam saw was the voracious twenty-something he fell in love with twenty four years ago.

“We’ll see.” Harlow smiled, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Sam’s thumbs brushed them away, fighting some of his own.

“We’ll see always means no.” he whispered back, following her lead. His face inched closer to hers, his lips grazing over her own. Before they sealed the kiss, Harlow whispered back.

“Not this time, Sam. Not this time.”

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HSR Characters When Your On Your Period Hcs PT 2!

RAHH PT 2 WITH MORE CHARACTERS SINCE YALL LOVED PT 1 SM

🥀Cw: blood, periods, afab reader, mentions of period sex and smut, non-sexual nudity in himekos, mentions of cramps and headaches

🥀Pairings: jing yuan x reader, welt x reader, himeko x reader, gepard x reader

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

JING YUAN

the minute that jing yuan senses any form of discomfort from u, complete and utter chaos ensues

once he realizes ur on ur period, he immediately takes the day off work to pamper u senseless (much to the irritation of fu xuan)

jing yuan will carry u wherever u need to go, pressing kisses to the top of ur head and whispering softly to u

hes very mindful of ur emotions when ur on ur period, and is great at communicating how he feels and asks u to do the same so that he knows when its ok to poke fun at u and when u want him to just take care of u

he'll switch between joking around with u and trying to make u laugh and taking care of u depending on what u need from him at the moment

JING YUANS HANDS ARE DEF HUGE AND HE GIVES THE BEST MASSAGES LIKE SIR-

if ur feeling tension or pain in ur stomach or back bc of cramps expect him to give u the best massage of ur life

he can and will cook for u <3

he will let u lay with mimi, and loves silently watching the two of u just relax together big cat go brrr

jing yuan will rest with u if ur havinv a headache, turning off the lights and running his hand over ur back as u take a nap

if u need ANYTHING during ur period, say no more bc jing yuan will get it for u

hes has no problem with going to a store and buying pads, tampons, medicine, or anything else u need

when it comes to period sex, jing yuan is always dtf

he def has a size kink, hes fucking huge after all and when ur on ur period and ur so sensitive hes going feral

i feel like he would enjoy mating press in general, but when ur on ur period he especially enjoys it bc he can see how blissed out ur face is and he loves seeing ur blood and slick in a messy ring around his cock as he brings u to ur orgasm again and again

HE LOVES HOW SENSITIVE U ARE AND ABSOLUTELY WILL TEASE U AB IT, IF U GUYS HAVE TO GO TO SOMETHING FORMAL YALL KNOW HES GONNA BE TEASING U MERCILESSLY

thinking ab jing yuans large hand gripping ur thigh, trailing higher and higher to press where u want him, so close but yet so far as he whispers the filthiest things in ur ear. eventually, his hands reach ur pulsing core, pressing down against ur clit through your undergarments and watching u squirm as he circles the sensitive bud, ur pussy is so wet from blood and arousal and he just cant help but want u...

WELT

welt is totally the type to help u track ur period, he is always super prepared for when u start ur cycle and always has products ready

he is a smart guy, he knows a lot ab periods and how to deal w them and is super reliable when it comes to comfort

he also cooks for u, and would bring u breakfast in bed!!! i also feel like he'd be the type to read to u, say for example ur exhausted with all of ur cramps and wacky hormones, he'll lay in bed with u and read ur favorite book to u while the both of u eat the food he made for u

welt probably already has a stash of period supplies for u, but if u ever run out he would prob just go to himeko to get more supplies for u

welt prob has headaches of his own with all the stress he goes through on a regular basis since hes a trailblazer, and would be super comfortable to just lay with

if ur hormones r being wacky and ur upset or anxious ab something, he is a really great person to vent too cuz hes an outstanding listener and always adds good input

if ur having cramps, he already has a heating pad or ice pack ready for u

welt is the type to make u both a pillow fort to watch movies in and read in while ur struggling with ur period, so that neither of u can be distracted

if u ever get blood on the sheets/on ur clothes while sleeping, welt is never grossed out or disgusted. he understands its a regular bodily function, and will give u a reassuring hug before going to wash the sheets /clothes for u

welt is always very careful during sex, and that also comes in during period sex

he wouldnt ever want to seriously hurt u, and would be very careful during period sex

hes constantly asking if ur ok and if ur comfortable

i think welt would really be into missionary cuz its a pretty intimate position for him and he gets to see ur face and know how hes making u feel

EYE CONTACT!!!! HE IS ALWAYS MAKING EYE CONTACT

will not hesitate to go down on u and eat u out while ur on ur period, he will lay a towel beneath u two for cleanliness and then proceed to eat u out like a starved man, working his tongue and licking ur clit until ur seeing stars

pull his hair hard, it will catch him off guard and make him groan against ur pussy

hes really good at aftercare as well, brewing u some tea and running a bath and he'll give u a massage as well

welt would probably be the first to suggest period sex, esp if u had cramps bc orgasms can help w cramps

overall, supee caring and loving

HIMEKO

listen, she's prepared too

himeko has a lot of period products cuz she also has a period (duh) and likes to be prepared and is always willing to share w u

if the two of u are synced up, she will totally be fine with just being lazy all day and laying with u in bed

she enjoys admiring u and the both of u will have relaxing days doing ultimately nothing

himeko would brew coffee for u if ur tired, and would nap with u if u genuinely wanted to sleep

she would give u massages and would prob want one in return, she would def want ur shirt off tho so she can admire ur body while she massages u

she'll press kisses to wear ur having cramps while gently and soothingly running her hands up ur thighs

if ur hormonal, himeko is good to talk too bc the both of u can vent ur stress together and lean on eachother

if ur sad or crying himeko will kiss away ur tears, whispering to u softly and telling u stories ab the worlds shes visited to calm u down

now if someone MADE U CRY.... theyre getting their ass beat

if ur having cravings, she will go to any world u want to get the food u want i feel like she would be the type to have super bad cravings so she always has a stash of comfort foods locked away for the both of u to eat

cant cook for shit tho 💀 she can only brew coffee

yall will bathe together u dont have a choice- she will wash u and u can wash her, she'll sigh and hum softly as u run ur hands through her red curls-

when it comes to sex in general, himeko is either pretty rough or pretty vanilla there is no between

i feel like she'd lean on the vanilla side of things when ur on ur period, esp if shes on her period as well

she has a mommy kink, and loves to "take care of u" during period sex since the both of u are practically insatiable do to hormones

LOVES TO EAT U OUT UNTIL UR OVERSTIMULATED AND WHINING FOR HER TO STOP

I ALSO FEEL LIKE SHE WOULD BE A HORRIBLE TEASE AS WELL, TYING U UP AND ONLY PRESSING A VIBRATOR AGAINST UR WET CUNT AND TELLING U TO COME ONLY FROM THAT STIMULATION BEFORE SHE EVEN ACTUALLY TOUCHES U

she has a lot of toys, and will use them on u since ur so sensitive

a sadistic part of himeko enjoys seeing u cry from pleasure and overstimulation during sex, she definitely wants to ruin u

"aw, ur getting so worked up sweetie" she coos softly, running her fingers against ur wet slick. she pulls back, revealing her hands covered in ur blood. she proceeds to lick them dry, moaning from ur taste as the delectable and filthy act makes u whimper below her...

yo i went off for a second there anyways-

GEPARD

tbh ur prob one of the first people hes ever been with, i feel like he wouldnt have a lot of experience in dating but would try his best, he knows ab periods from his sisters but isnt super knowledgeable on them

when u first tell gepard ab ur period, he would probably instantly hug u

he would ask serval ab anything he didn't understand, and she would tease him mercilessly ab being a simp for u💀

gepard is often super busy with his silvermane guard duties but will take time off to care for u

if ur having cramps or need any supplies, he will go and buy anything and everything that u need to feel better

hed prob buy like 20 boxes of pads/tampons cuz he didnt know how much u neeeded, hes confused but hes got the spirit <3

HE CAN COOK I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL malewife behavior AND WILL COOK FOR U

MAKES U ANYTHING U WANT

if ur the type to workout and go to the gym when ur on ur period to help with cramps, he will accompany u!!!

gepard just wants to make sure that ur comfortable and happy

i feel like hes anothe person whos big on giving massages, he'd blush a little and fumble at first cuz he'd be afraid of hurting u but would be really good at it over time

gepard would play u music if u were tired and needed a nap, or would hum for u softly its so adorable

he understands that u dont say everything u mean when ur on ur period and that ur hormones can make u upset some times so if u guys ever argue he never takes it personally

if hes confused ab something he probably wont say it unless u ask him ab it, he doesnt want to seem stupid or incompetent in ur eyes

hes trying his best!!!!

if gepard heard that orgasms can help with cramps, he would def offer to help u

to yk, ease the cramps. no other reason. totally not cuz seeing u sensitive and needy turns him on...

gepard is SUCH a pleasure dom, he always puts ur needs before his esp during period sex and will make u climax from his fingers a few times before even thinking ab fucking u

would be hesitant to eat u out, but i feel like he'd really like it if u rode his face

gepard would also like u riding him in general, and he is another sucker for eye contact- seeing ur eyes roll back in pleasure from sensitivity only makes him harder, he will start thrusting into u faster, so eager to please u<3

he really enjoys aftercare as well, he'll press soft kisses all over ur body as he wipes u off with a towel and preps a nice bath for u both to enjoy <3

URGEHHRHEHEH THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE! i still feel like shit lmao. im considering writing a pt 3 to this if anyone has anymore hsr characters they'd like to req! hope u enjoyed!!

[teetle-time]

Live or Die, Man, We Need Each Other (Part 1 of ???)

Shortly after the invasion, Leo and his brothers go on their first post-Krang mission: stopping a different ominous group of occultists from summoning a being of unknowable power from another (non-prison) dimension to wreak havoc. Evil never rests, after all, even if he and his bros should probably still be recovering from their last big all-out battle.

Meanwhile, Danny just wants to take a fucking nap.

Surely this won't turn into something absolutely massive in scale that sucks them all in.

(or, so do yall remember that Danny Phantom crossover that's been haunting me? yeah lol behold. throwing some ghost king danny in a blender with the rise guys and some classic tmnt tropes that rise never really got a chance to explore, with an eventual side of textfic/chatfic, jack and maddie fenton trying to be good parents, dani, the epf, the giw, roughly one and a half farmhouse arcs, rise-ifications of minor characters from previous tmnt iterations, and *checks notes* shelldon my son <3)

Not actually posting to ao3 right away this time I think- I kinda wanna polish/tweak this bit a lil more first, but I figured this first bit works well enough on its own! also i wanted to infect yall w/ the brainworms because a mere 8 dp-only xovers on ao3 feels like it should be illegal <3

〜

There was an electric charge in the air as Leo peered down at the cultists from the rafters.

Considering the fact that the charge felt like a portal despite Leo's lack of portaling intent, he would bet away his rights to the final pizza slice for a month that something was about to come through.

The cult below (not the Foot, shockingly enough) had chanted enough Latin that Donnie had gone pale upon checking his tech for a translation, so that 'something' probably wasn't good, either.

Just how Leo wanted to spend the end of his first full day off his crutches.

Really.

(Idly, he wondered if there was any point to being so bitingly sarcastic in his own mind when nobody could hear him anyway.)

He met Raph's eyes, then Mikey's, then Donnie's, each of them mirroring his own resignation and resolve.

"Veni ad nos, Rex inquieti Mortuorum!" cried the cultists as one. "Veni ad nos ut serviamus tuo glorioso proposito in mundo viventium!"

Leo opened the mind meld for a split second. Right, so I caught "rex," "mortuorum," and "serviamus." All in favor of sending these idiots to the Pain Train?

That got matching smirks from his brothers, and Leo grinned back before flipping down from the ceiling and dropping into the main mass of observing cultists. "Hey, guys, I think I got a bit lost. I was looking for the bathroom, but it looks like I found a bunch of would-be world-conquerers instead!"

The face of one of the lead cultists, the one at the head of the summoning circle, contorted into an expression of rage almost comically intense- and, to be quite honest, second only to Casey's extremely emotive face.

And then the rest of the cultists swarmed him.

Luckily, his brothers had only been a split second behind him, and the four of them wove between cultists with ease when possible and laid the hurt on 'em when slipping through wasn't an option.

"We gotta break that circle!" called Mikey worriedly. "Barry told me even circles half as ornate still summon things way above our pay grade!"

"We're getting paid?" quipped Leo, even as he zeroed in on the circle and slashed his katanas through the air. "What, we get an allowance now?"

No portal of his own appeared, his energy immediately flowing into the air just above the circle instead. Lovely.

As Leo inwardly rolled his eyes and just pressed further through the mass of people, Raph's crimson projection shot overhead. "POWER SMASH JUTSU!"

While Raph did successfully manage to bring his glowing fists down on the circle with enough force to shake the ground and knock the cultists nearest him off their feet, the circle only glowed an ominous acid green, completely untouched despite the now-massive cracks in the concrete around it.

The lead cultist laughed from where he'd fallen to the ground. "Yes! Yes! The King has heard our call and is coming to do our bidding!"

Leo watched in horror as the acid green crackled into icy blue, and as the temperature plummeted, an eerie voice rang through the warehouse.

"Uh, the only bidding I was planning on doing today was in an online auction for a rare piece of Dumpty Humpty merch."

What.

All motion froze, and Leo found himself gawking as smoke billowed from the circle before coalescing into…a white-haired humanoid teenager.

"And I'm pretty sure that auction just got sniped from me with 10 seconds left on the clock, but instead of getting the chance to snipe it back, I got yanked out here," snarked the teenager, glaring at the hooded cultists with eyes the same acid green as the circle had been.

One of his eyebrows lifted slightly at the sight of Leo and his bros, but otherwise he paid them no mind.

One of the cultists spluttered. "What-?! You're not the Ghost King!"

The teen's face went flat. "No, actually, I'm pretty sure I am. Wasn't planning on it, but, yknow, the old guy picked a fight with me a few years back. If it's him you wanted, uh…you're shit outta luck. I don't really do things his way."

The cultists all started turning towards the teen in anger, but-

One.

One single flick of his wrist, and the cultists were all encased in ice, save for small holes just in front of their noses and mouths.

That was all it took.

The teen groaned and dropped his head into his hands, some of the eerie reverb fading from his voice. "And today's a test day."

"Uhhh…" said Leo intelligently.

The teen stiffened, then stood up straight and scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Ah, shit, sorry about all this. Were these idiots trying to sacrifice you? Cultists have a tendency to do that, even though I keep telling them not to."

"Um, no…Your Majesty…?" tried Raph, his voice rising to a squeak at the end.

"Ugh, ew, please no." The teen grimaced. "You can just call me Phantom. Or my first name, but I'm not really sure I wanna say that out loud with these guys right here." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder at one of the cultists, who helpfully made a furious little peep in the ice.

"Fair enough," said Mikey, getting his metaphorical feet under him just before Leo could. He clapped his hands together cheerfully, and only Leo's lifetime of growing up with Mikey let him still see his younger brother's nerves. "So, are there any rules or anything for that summoning circle that need to be put into action before you can go back to your online auctions?"

Phantom shrugged. "I mean, technically if there's still somebody conscious around, I still have to make a deal before I can leave, but I'd be willing to get these guys to the cops with evidence of their crimes in exchange for directions back to Illinois."

Leo met Donnie's eyes. He could see the urge to ask Phantom every question in the English language.

Donnie shot him a pleading look.

Leo pressed his beak together thinly, then smiled at Phantom. "As long as that evidence doesn't include us four. And also my twin bro over there wants to be able to ask you things. Probably all the things."

"I can keep you out of it," Phantom agreed immediately. "I know what it's like to wanna stay on the down-low, trust me. Though…I probably can't stay very long, but I can make an email address so we can keep in touch?"

"That would be splendid!" declared Donnie, a grin already splitting his face.

"Sweet," said Phantom. With a snap of his fingers, the cultists and their icy cases shot out the door, the circle's light died, and a slip of paper appeared in front of Donnie. "Now, uh…how do I get to Illinois?"

Seeing Donnie preoccupied with entering the text on the paper into his systems, Leo went to pull out his phone, but Raph beat him to it, already opening up TelloMaps and showing Phantom. "Well, it's a bit of a ways away, but-"

Phantom's hands flew up to grab at his hair. "I'M IN NEW YORK?!"

Leo frowned. "Hey, what's wrong with New York?"

"Nothing!" said Phantom far too cheerily, already lifting into the air. "Except! It is an almost 900 mile flight and I have cl-uh, gotta be somewhere in under two hours! Gotta go, I'll keep in touch, can't stay any longer BYE!"

And he shot out one of the upper windows in a flash, leaving only a skybound sonic boom in his wake.

Leo blinked. "…huh. D'ya think he knows I could just portal him there, or…?"

Mikey visibly deflated into Donnie's side. "Ohhhmegosh, Barry's gonna lose it when I tell him about this."

"Woah, woah, hold on, who says we gotta tell him anything?" Leo asked.

"Bro, the 'old guy' Phantom mentioned?" Mikey quirked a brow ridge at him. "That'd be Pariah Dark, a violent ghost who ascended to the ghost throne right about when humanity was learning about this hot new thing called 'fire.' Barry taught me about it on, like, my second day of mystic training. Dude was so big and bad his subjects had to revolt and lock him up, like the Shredder on steroids except without the evil armor possessing him."

Donnie pressed his palms together and lifted them against his beak, the perfect picture of someone who'd just realized something horrifying. "Is the throne passed down through, perchance, a line of conquest?"

Mikey nodded. "But usually mystics tend to figure that anybody who could beat Pariah Flippin' Dark would be even bigger and badder than him. Except…"

Raph's face was turned down in a thoughtful frown. "He sounded…kinda like a normal human teenager our age. Except for the 'dead' thing. Did he actually mention Dumpty Humpty, or was Raph just hearing things?"

"If he'd known there'd been a change in power, Barry would've told me," Mikey continued. "Not just because I'm his favorite, but because he knows I'm just chaotic enough to think about trying bigger things on my own, and learning about the Ghost King is kinda huge."

"Only thinking, though, right, Mikey?" prodded Raph sternly.

"Scout's honor!" chirped he immediately.

"Is that even something we can say after we failed at being Todd Scouts…?" Leo trailed off.

"Casey made me an honorary Brownie Scout when she came to visit after the invasion and you guys were all out cold," said Mikey unapologetically.

"I wonder what happened 'a few years back,' and what a white-haired fellow teen from Illinois had to do with it," mused Donnie, helpfully bringing the conversation back around to the important bit.

"Betcha Hueso might be in the know," Leo suggested. "He's a yokai instead of a ghost, but being a skeleton yokai might mean he knows stuff like this."

"Let's get home before we do anything else," said Raph. "I can see Leo's legs shaking under his weight."

"What?" Leo protested. "My legs aren't-!"

Unhelpfully, his knees knocked together hard enough to draw his attention to where they were, in fact, shaking from the effort of holding himself up.

"Ah, crud," Leo groaned. "Never mind. I can still portal us home, though, at least."

"That's what I thought," Raph snorted. "Besides, I think this whole Ghost King mess can probably wait until we're all sitting down, if that's the new guy."

Mikey nodded. "Gotta give ya that. Barry'll probably still make a funny face, though."

"Eh, let him." Leo hefted himself up onto Raph's shell, then leaned to the side and sliced a portal open. "Vámanos!"

〜

As Danny streaked over Pennsylvania, he dug out his phone and started tapping at the email app Tucker had coded a few months back. It'd been mostly for laughs- who on Team Phantom even needed email when they all had Fenton Phones? and even regular phones, nowadays?- but it was just as secure as everything else Tucker made, and as it turned out, it was exactly what he needed this morning.

Better to have it open in the background so he knew when the purple turtle guy got around to emailing him.

Once he made sure he still remembered his password, he pocketed the phone again and pushed himself a little faster. He'd clearly gotten faster since the last time he'd checked- the sonic boom was honestly his first clue- but he couldn't keep that kind of speed up for very long yet, and he was still over…looked like Ohio, now.

Oh, wait, there was a 'welcome to Ohio' sign just up ahead- and he passed it.

Now he was in Ohio.

All that to say, he still couldn't afford to slow down in distraction for very long if he wanted to get to class in a bit more than an hour.

As if waiting for Danny to think exactly that, his phone buzzed.

He tugged it back out to check, and it buzzed again in his hand.

The first notification was a text from Jazz: 'I saw you weren't in your room just now. Fight or flight?'

The second was an email from an alphabootyyyshaker9000@geniusbuilt.com- an email that seemed more like an essay, if the shortened version in the notification meant anything.

Danny grimaced, made sure he was aligned with a highway down below so he wouldn't drift off-course, and tapped out a response for Jazz.

'flight. bookin it rn, p far. tell u later, but im ok'

She responded with an immediate thumbs-up and smiley emoji combo.

"Never change, Jazz," Danny huffed with a grin.

Then he tried to look at the email.

'Tried' being the key word.

Luckily, the purple turtle had prefaced his email with the sentences 'You are welcome to answer this once you have the time. You did mention being in a rush at the moment.'

Relieved, Danny shoved his phone back in his pocket and turned his attention towards his own personal Get-Back-Home 100% Speedrun.

[hauntedpotat]

I N T R O P O S T

hi 👋

My name is hauntedpotat, you can call me something related to that or Lyss! Im aroace and agender, and my pronouns are xe/they/he, but I'm pretty much good with anything except she/her 👍I'm in US central time! I'm from the cheese state 🧀🧀

I am a minor, no creepy or nsfw stuff please

Shitty people FUCK OFF (you know EXACTLY who you are, and no I will not debate with you on if I should exist or not. Leave me alone. Thanks!)

Asks are cool!! Talk to Me (if you want)

most likely neurodivergent

This blog is mainly OC and story art, art challenges, and general tumblr interactions. I have a fandom sideblog @themostuselesspotato where I post, you guessed it, fandom stuff (not specifying here, there are far to many). Outside of drawing, I also enjoy reading and most crafts.

Rn I am being soooooooooo normal about marching band and drum corps :]]] soooooo totally normal

I am currently in the process of writing/illustrating a webcomic that I plan to start releasing on webtoon this summer! The characters that I draw here will be part of it :)

I also have a pinterest, instagram (which I no longer use), youtube, and twitch (I haven't done anything with the last two yet, but I plan to in the future). You can find all of this at gpdsocials.carrd.co if you're interested

Adding a cut here, important stuff is above, spewing about my life is below (lol)

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On the topic of school, I also participate in band! I did summer marching band last year, and hopefully will continue to do so until I graduate. I am a percussionist, and my favorite instruments to play are bass drum, vibraphone, and this one specific marimba we have in class (no seriously, I could rant about how nice it sounds for HOURS). During marching band, I played second bass drum, and now snare.

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Random facts about me! Idk

I can kick someone of adult height in the face if I want to (for some reason I can just kick really high)

When I was in 3rd grade I handwrote a two page informational essay about mosquitoes from memory in an hour

I have a cat! Her name is Stormy, she's 3 years old :) lmk if yall want to see pictures of her, I've got so many pictures

The only video game I've played is minecraft on a kindle fire that I won from selling girl scout cookies at the age of ten. This shitty thing can support like one world at a time and STILL crashes

Once I smashed my knee between a boat and dock at 8am bc I was running off of hot cocoa and 5 hours of sleep and thought my knee was a good cushion for the boat that was coming in at the wrong angle. Don't do that!! Hot cocoa induced decision making is bad! And boats are still very heavy even if they're very slow!!

Idk what else to write here. I'm sure I will continue to update this post, so feel free to ask me questions in my asks or in the replies

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Turn Left Ch 14- Press F To Doubt

Shepard interrogates Wrex. Garrus shows Commander a good time.

Relationship: Femshep/Garrus Vakarian

Archive Warnings in author's note (HORNY CHAPTER ALERT)

Additional tags: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, slow build, alternate universe- canon divergence, detective noir, sex club, anonymous sex, canon temporary character death, murder mystery, drug use, dom garrus vakarian, whump, smut, heavy angst, alien sex, dual pov, an overly sexual elcor named candy, earthborn, ruthless, fake/pretend relationship, dead dove: do not eat, identity porn, yall when i say slow burn i mean SLOW like they're not getting together in this fic slow, minor character death

Detective AU mixed with identity porn mixed with so much whump my fingers are bleeding

(or, start from the beginning here)

lil text blurb:

“Who said anything about Vakarian?” Shepard shrugged as she sat on the chair opposite of Wrex, taking a long pull of her cigarette. “It’s just me and you right now.” 

“Is that supposed to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside?” 

“Don’t hurt my feelings, now. We had something good going with the two of us before.” 

“Yeah, and that’s before that platehead boyfriend of yours arrested me for existing ,” Wrex drawled, leaning back in his chair. He wanted to get a rise out of Shepard, he wanted to see her cheeks flush and her speech to waiver. But she just kept on looking at him, cool and composed. She wasn’t about to give him any of the satisfaction. 

She reached for her pack of cigarettes, offering one to him. “D’you smoke?” 

Wrex growled at her, deadpanned. For a moment, Shepard thought he was going to punch her in the face. But then he seemed to consider, and shrugged. “Might as well. Don’t know when the next time I’ll breathe the free air or feel the sun on my face will be.” 

“Come now, no need for dramatics,” said Shepard, lighting his cigarette for him. “Aren’t you a few centuries too old to be caterwauling?” 

“Aren’t you a few centuries too young to stick your grubby little human fingers into business that doesn’t pertain to you?” 

“Ah, you know how humans are,” Shepard shrugged. “Always getting involved, the Big Bad Bully of the galaxy. It’s in our nature, really.” 

“Shoulda known,” Wrex sighed, a long drag from his cigarette.